Original subtitles

Previously on "Dark Winds"...

This belonged to my son. He wore it on the day he died.

This was in your lockbox.

My son died on what's now your property.

It's got nothing to do with me.

Vines blew up the well to spook Drumco

into selling it to him for cheap.

White justice, Indian justice, two different things.

It's as true today as it was in my day.

I have to find out who's behind this, Emma.

I know. You do.

Border patrol? It's just an interview.

Why are you interviewing for the Border Patrol?

I have to find my own way.

Goodbye, Bernadette.

Guess I rubbed off on you, after all.

Man: When you kill a man, they're bound to you.

Wherever you go in this life, they're with you.

Maybe the next one, too.

["Space Oddity"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Ground Control to Major Tom ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ground Control to Major Tom ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Take your protein pills ♪

♪ And put your helmet on

♪ Ten ♪

♪ Ground Control to Major Tom ♪

♪ Eight, seven, six

♪ Commencing countdown, engines on ♪

♪ Three, two ♪

♪ Check ignition

♪ And may God's love be with you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ This is Ground Control to Major Tom ♪

♪ You've really made the grade ♪

- [gasps, breathing sharply]

[gasping]

[grunts]

[groans]

Ah! [breathing heavily]

[grunting]

- [on radio] Lieutenant Leaphorn...

[speaking Diné] Over.

[speaking Diné]

Lieutenant Leaphorn... [speaking Diné]

- [grunts] Natalie.

[speaking Diné]

Do you copy, Natalie?

- [speaking Diné]

- It's not enough.

Send everyone...

now.

[running footsteps]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[whistling]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

[light thud] [gasps]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching]

♪ ♪

[moody guitar music]

♪ ♪

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[distant horse neighing

♪ ♪

[wind chimes tinkling]

[bird chirping]

♪ ♪

- Mmm.

I'll have mine with extra shell.

- Oh, sorry about that. Let me get it out of there.

What's all the shit outside?

- I told you--vermin.

- Oh, what's this?

Oh. Now I'm building you a mole defense system, huh?

- Either that or go hungry. - Uh-huh.

[telephone ringing]

Can you watch these eggs?

This is Leaphorn.

Yeah.

Where?

[dramatic music]

♪

Good morning. - Good morning.

- What do you know?

- I heard it's a mess up there. - All right.

♪ ♪

So, when you un-retire, they make you give that watch back?

- No, they know I'm just short-timing it

till they bring in the new guy.

- Yeah. It's good to see you, Gordo.

- You too, Joe. Hey. - [clears throat]

- Chee. - Chief, what do we got here?

- Well, we got...

Ernesto Cata and George Bowlegs--

both 14.

Spent the night at Cata's,

were gone when Mom went to wake 'em this morning.

Bowlegs turned up at school.

They're holding him.

And Cata ain't been seen since last night.

We're mobilizing the search now--

hospitals and schools,

anyplace a wounded animal might crawl up to die.

You know the Bowlegs family?

- Know of 'em.

- Shorty Bowlegs is the dad.

Came back from Nam a head case.

His grandfather was one of Old Woman Running's kids.

Henry banged heads with him back in the day.

- Well, it makes sense, then--

chip off the old block playing with Daddy's bowie knife.

- Yeah.

Wasn't a knife, Gordo.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

- Well, I'm glad I called you, then, Carnac.

What the hell was it? - Oh, something heavier.

[dramatic music]

Those are strike marks.

Machete maybe.

- Cops are saying La Llorona did it.

You know, Ditch Witch?

Yeah, Chicano kids used to try to scare us in school.

Said if La Llorona caught you messing in these arroyos,

she'd chop your head off.

- Yeah. It's like Ye'iitsoh in Navajo.

- Them moccasin prints come straight off the tire tracks

up the hill there.

We got one old lady saw a red pickup last night

don't belong around here.

So, unless La Llorona got a nice red truck

to carry around a machete, Bowlegs is our most likely.

♪

- Then, uh...

we'll pick up the Bowlegs kid.

If he knows where Ernesto is...

[grunts softly] We'll find him.

Oh...

and those aren't moccasin prints, Gordo.

- Boy, oh, boy.

Must be nice to know everything.

♪ ♪

[distant indistinct chatter]

[telephone ringing]

- Mrs. Swenson.

Uh-huh.

Thank you.

Do not move.

[door opens]

- How do you know Bowlegs?

- Uh, went to school together a long time ago.

- Is that you? - Yeah.

- You ran track? - Cross country.

That was conference championships.

You know, I beat Billy Mills two weeks later

at a track meet in, uh, Kansas?

- Olympian Billy Mills? - Wasn't an Olympian then.

- Somebody should've taken a picture of that, huh?

- Lieutenant Leaphorn? - Yes, ma'am.

- Mrs. Swenson. both: Nice to meet you.

- Jim Chee...

I remember you.

Come this way.

- Where's his locker?

[school bell ringing, indistinct chatter]

- George Bowlegs?

- George.

George! - Hey!

- George! - Hey!

♪ ♪

[horn honking]

Billy Mills, huh?

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[brakes squeaking]

- 109 to base. - [on radio] 109, go ahead.

- I have a 10-38 approximately 6 miles east of Vista Verde,

County Road Six.

Ford F100 panel, Mexico plates--

partial, 7, 7, 5, Bravo.

I'm going to go over and take a closer look--over.

- 109, use caution. Backup 25 minutes away.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[person whimpers]

- Hey!

♪

Stop!

Whoa. Put the gun down.

I'm not going to hurt you.

[speaking Spanish] - [shouting in Mixtec]

- Okay. Okay. I'm going to put my gun down.

- [whimpering] - Okay?

I'm going to take my gun belt off nice and slow.

- [whimpering] - See?

I'm going to put it down.

No problema.

- [grunts shakily]

- [speaking Spanish]

I want to help you. - [shouts in Mixtec]

- I'm not going to hurt you or your daughter.

- [shouts] - Please put down the gun.

- [shouting in Mixtec] - I'm not going to hurt you.

I want to help you.

♪ ♪

Hey!

♪ ♪

Hey! Hey! - [screams]

[speaking Mixtec]

- Mamá! - Stop it.

No, no, no, no.

It's okay. Shh, shh. It's okay. It's okay.

Calm down, calm down. It's okay.

- [crying] - It's okay.

- [speaking Mixtec]

[speaking Mixtec]

♪ ♪

- Stop!

[van doors close, engine turning over]

♪ ♪

[brakes squeak]

- Excuse me.

I'm looking for the Kai-yeen-tay Police Station.

I asked three different people.

They said it was out this way.

- [speaking Navajo]

- I'm sorry. What?

- [speaking Navajo]

- Oh, okay.

Thank you.

[mutters to self]

Thank you.

- I think whoever took my gun

was chasing that woman and that girl.

I-I think they were running,

trying to get out of the country, not in.

- Well, American Dream's not for everyone, Manuelito.

- Well, I would like to follow up and talk to them.

- How about you just keep your pretty little eyes

peeled for a white truck with Mexico plates?

How about that?

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

- I'm not wrong about this, sir.

I think there's more to the story.

- [laughs] I am 100% certain that there's more to the story,

'cause they all got a story,

and there's a million goddamn stories, Manuelito.

But bottom line is,

them two people was here in this country illegal.

And whatever story they got, well, it turned on them

when you caught them, didn't it?

Well, now you done your job, and it's over.

All right?

Now, this case and their imminent deportation

has been handed over.

Ah.

Is that understood?

- Yes, sir.

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

[distant telephone ringing, typewriter clacking]

- Fire you?

- No.

- Good.

- [exhales sharply]

[typewriter continues clacking]

[dog barks]

[truck door closes]

- [speaking Diné] Shorty.

[distant bird cawing]

Need to talk to your son George.

You seen him?

- He's my kid, innit?

- He meant today.

- Friend of George has gone missing--Ernesto Cata.

Might be hurt.

We need to find him.

- Haven't been around.

I was out hunting with... [speaking Diné]

I just got back.

- Hey, hey. Come on, get back.

Hey, hey. [dog barking]

Shorty, you don't want to do that.

- Get the hell out of here.

I got nothing else to say to you.

- All right, relax. Go in the house.

Get back. Go.

[door opens]

God damn.

[door closes] - Hey.

♪ ♪

- All right, keep an eye on him.

Stay cool.

[distant bird calling]

[chickens clucking]

[knocks]

- They like the sugar.

- Oh?

[sighs] You know, my son--

he had an ant farm when he was your age.

Yeah.

We used to watch them dig tunnels and build bridges.

Some we made with an old Mason jar and sand.

Did you know ants can lift 20 times their body weight?

Yeah.

Some of them don't even have eyes.

Yeah, they release a scent.

They use their nose to find each other.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- I don't know where he is.

♪ ♪

- Well, George isn't in trouble,

if that's what you think.

I just want to talk to him.

♪ ♪

- He came here this morning,

said a monster was after him.

Said it took Ernesto.

- Oh? What kind of monster?

♪ ♪

- Ye'iitsoh.

♪ ♪

[parking brake cranks]

[distant bird cawing]

- [sighs]

What's the deal with you and Shorty Bowlegs?

- Used to bully me at school.

Got so bad, Shima went to his family about it.

Next thing I know, she and Shorty's dad are dating.

He was a piece of shit, too.

I stood up to him one night

after he knocked my mother's front teeth out.

He would have killed me, but she stopped him.

- She must've been something, your mom.

[dramatic music]

Run down Shorty's alibi.

Fender on his truck was brown.

At night, somebody might have thought it was red.

Start there.

♪ ♪

[truck door closes]

- [breathes deeply]

[telephone ringing]

- Navajo Tribal Police. [speaking Diné]

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

- George, the whole world's waiting.

Make a move.

[indistinct chatter over police radio continues]

- Bishop to king's rook five.

- Checkmate.

- Thanks a lot.

- What's going on? - Uh, she's an FBI agent.

I tried to call you. - Okay.

[insect buzzing, smack] Excuse me.

- It really should be against the law in this country

to kill a fly.

They're an absolute engineering marvel.

Their only flaw is how irritating they are.

[softly] That one in particular.

[normal voice] How may I help you, Officer?

- I'm Lieutenant Leaphorn.

I was just going to ask you that.

- Oh, Lieutenant, of course.

Uh, how are you? It's nice to meet you.

I wasn't sure if you were going to make it back today.

Sylvia Washington, FBI.

I'm actually from Washington,

which is interesting, don't you think?

Special Agent Sylvia Washington from Washington.

[distant telephone ringing]

- What can I do for you, Special Agent?

- Nothing, really. Just coffee and some office space.

I'm just here to button up a few open cases

on the reservation.

Anyway, I shouldn't be more than a couple days.

Um, is it all right if I sit here?

It looked like no one was using it.

- Yeah, that's fine.

Let me know if I can be of any help.

- I will do that. - All right.

- Oh, Lieutenant, one thing.

Uh...

This BJ Vines character...

did you know him?

- Well, everyone around here knew him or knew of him.

- Was he well-liked or...?

- Not really. - Hmm.

Apparently, he had friends in high places, you know,

not the type to mysteriously disappear,

I'm told by my superiors in Washington.

I was just perusing his case file.

On the surface, it seems about what I'd expect--

routine.

- Yeah, well, like I said, if I can help...

- But here's the thing-- something doesn't add up.

Can't put my finger on it.

And I kind of think there might be more to this one.

Does that make sense?

- I don't know.

Whatever did or didn't happen to Mr. Vines

is out of my jurisdiction.

- Oh, okay.

Sure.

Point taken.

Well, when I get there,

should I need anything, I'll find you.

- Of course. - Mm-hmm.

[distant telephone ringing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

["Love the One You're With" playing in background]

♪ ♪

- I mean...

why doesn't he want me to be a part of this investigation?

- Because there's no investigation.

Let it go.

- ♪ And you don't remember who you're talking to ♪

♪ Concentration...

- I'm gonna find that van, Eleanda.

I'm gonna find what's going on.

- Bern, I'm Tohono O'odham. You're Navajo.

Back home, women like us run our communities.

You want to be part of this, that,

you're going to have to wait your turn.

- ♪ And if you can't be... ♪

- [speaking Yaqui]

- Eeh.

- ♪ Love the one you're with ♪

- Powder room.

- ♪ Love the one you're with ♪

- Heard you lost your gun today.

- I didn't lose it. Someone stole it.

- A distinction without a difference in police work.

- ♪ There's a girl right next to you ♪

- What's going to happen to that woman and that girl?

- Going back to Mexico tomorrow.

- Wait. Have they been questioned?

- They haven't.

They chose voluntary departure.

Garza's escorting them back first thing in the morning.

[dramatic music]

- I think that woman and her daughter were being trafficked.

Someone needs to talk to them. - Okay.

Listen, Agent Manuelito, what you did today,

talking that woman down, that was ballsy.

And when I heard that, I thought,

yeah, that girl can have my back any day of the week.

- [chuckles] "Girl"?

Wow.

- You are not easy, are you?

- Is that how you like your girls?

Easy?

- Wow. [chuckles] Okay.

Listen, I meant no disrespect.

You saved their lives. They get to go home tomorrow.

Take the win.

♪ ♪

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

It's not a win if there were other women being trafficked.

♪ ♪

- Saw a coyote today.

- Where?

- Out on the road.

Pulled over.

- Which direction was it going?

- North.

[silverware clatters]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[dishes clatter]

♪ ♪

- You've been out of sorts lately.

- Yeah. I haven't been sleeping well.

[clears throat]

I'm okay, Emma.

♪ ♪

[wind whistles]

Mm.

[wind whistles]

[suspenseful music]

[exhales sharply]

Mm.

[clock ticking]

[distant horse neighing]

[horses neighing]

♪ ♪

[chains rattling]

♪ ♪

[horses neighing]

♪ ♪

[horse neighs, sheep bleating]

♪ ♪

- Joe!

What are you doing out here?

[exhales sharply]

[engine stops, parking brake cranks]

[person speaking indistinctly on TV]

- [snoring softly, groans softly]

[indistinct speech on TV continues]

[door creaks]

- Amiga.

Amiga.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

They're taking you back to Mexico tomorrow.

You'll need to get someplace safe.

♪

[speaking Spanish]

You were running from someone.

¿Quién? Por qué?

♪ ♪

Who was in the white van?

Can you tell me anything?

Give me a name? Anything?

- [speaking Mixtec]

- Señorita...

mi papá...

- [speaking Mixtec]

- I don't understand.

- Señorita...

♪ ♪

- What does this mean?

- Pig.

♪

[distant horses neighing]

[distant animals bleating]

[chickens clucking]

- I'm worried about George and Ernesto.

I want to help them.

Cecil, you want to help them, too, don't you?

[distant dog barking] Good.

I need to know where they are, Cecil.

I think you know, and I think you want to tell me.

- I think they're at that place...

[speaking Diné] dig up old bowls.

- Where the archaeologists are? The dig site?

- Yeah.

Him and Ernesto work there sometimes,

and that's where he goes when...

[speaking Diné] starts yelling.

[parking brake cranks, engine stops]

[distant bird calling]

- Check out the tent.

- Yep.

- Navajo Tribal Police. George Bowlegs, you in there?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

George Bowlegs?

♪ ♪

[vehicle approaching]

♪

[car door opens, closes]

- Can I help you?

- Sergeant Jim Chee, Navajo Tribal Police.

- You can't just come in here like you own the place.

- Actually, we do. This is Navajo land.

But we are an accommodating people, so...

[door opens]

- This may be Navajo land,

but that trailer is private property.

- Yeah, it was unlocked. Sorry about that.

Lieutenant Leaphorn, Navajo Tribal Police.

- Teddi Isaacs. I'm the site manager.

I work for Dr. Reynolds.

That's his trailer you were just snooping around in.

- Looking for two boys-- George Bowlegs, Ernesto Cata.

They might be here.

- They've done some work for us.

Nothing technical, but they've been up here quite a bit.

- What are you working on here?

- You know anything about the Folsom people?

- Known for their distinctive lance points,

if I remember correctly.

I studied anthropology at Arizona State.

- Dr. Reynolds believes those people migrated west

to this area, and once here,

started making a new kind of lance point.

What we're looking for out here is the missing link

that connects the Folsom people to the Navajo.

- When was the last time you saw the boys, Ms. Isaacs?

- It's been a while.

Last time they were here, they got into a fight,

compromised the dig field.

Dr. Reynolds told them to leave and never come back.

- Do you expect Dr. Reynolds back on the dig site today?

- No. Been at a conference in Flagstaff since Friday.

I got back this morning. He's back tomorrow.

- All right.

Well, if you see those boys, let us know, okay?

- I will.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[telephone ringing]

♪ ♪

[door closes, telephone ringing]

♪ ♪

[telephone ringing]

♪

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [speaking indistinctly]

♪ ♪

[telephone ringing]

[receiver clicks] - Navajo Tribal Police.

Yeah, hold.

Lieutenant? - Yeah.

- Chief Sena on line one.

- Hola, Gordo.

♪ ♪

- Hey. What do you got?

- The mailman's route brings him by here once a week.

Says he saw a red pickup pulled over here

about, uh, 3:00 yesterday morning.

These tracks run up here a piece and then just quit.

Looks like maybe he doubled back towards the highway.

- Yeah.

- We don't find those boys soon,

especially Cata...

I don't need to tell you.

- FBI showed up at the NTP yesterday.

- Yeah?

- Looking into BJ Vines's disappearance.

- There ain't nothing to look into.

BJ Vines is gone.

And for good reason, you and I both know that, Joe.

And that's about...

all we know about Mr. BJ Vines, right?

♪ ♪

- Gordo?

- Ah, hell.

Should have seen that.

Looks like he came up here, too.

- Yeah.

Watch yourself.

♪ ♪

Gordo?

♪ ♪

[sniffs]

Blood. - Oh.

♪ ♪

Joe.

♪ ♪

- Take the other side. - Yeah.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

[grunting softly]

♪ ♪

- Something died and went to hell in here!

You smell that?

♪ ♪

- Yeah, I see it.

It's a dead animal.

♪ ♪

Anything? - No.

[grunts] Got a damn cramp in my neck.

[loud crack]

Aah! Oh!

God damn! - Jesus.

- [gasping]

♪ ♪

- Gordo. - What?

- He has something in his mouth--take it out.

- You take it out.

- I can't. - Sure you can.

You're the most capable person I ever met.

What do you mean you can't? - Gordo.

- Shit.

♪ ♪

Man: Coroner said the murder weapon was like a small claw

of some kind.

Man 2: You know, it doesn't make sense, Gordo.

Whoever it is, that's after George,

he's on the wrong side of me right now.

You think he's still alive?

I found the van.

Something's going on at Spenser Ranch.

You're gonna get yourself in trouble.

Is there something you want to ask me?

Where were you the night that BJ Vines disappeared?

Do you realize what you've done?

Navajo Tribal Police! Hands up!

What if I miss something else?

I made sure that none of this falls on me.

In Diné, we're taught that the monsters walk the earth.

We're all going to end up paying for your sins.

I did what I had to do.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪