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Previously on "Dark Winds"...

Sylvia Washington, FBI.

This B.J. Vines character-- did you know him?

Man: Heard you lost your gun today.

Woman: I didn't lose it. Someone stole it.

I'm gonna find that van. I'm gonna find what's going on.

I think that woman and her daughter were being trafficked.

Ernesto Cata and George Bowlegs were gone

when mom went to wake them this morning.

Man: What's the deal with you and Shorty Bowlegs?

Man: Used to bully me at school.

Ah! Oh! God damn!

Gordo, he has something in his mouth.

- [on car stereo] ♪ My sweetheart is gone

♪ And I'm so lonely ♪

♪ She said that she and I were through ♪

♪ So I started out a-drinking for a pastime ♪

♪ Driving nails in my coffin over you ♪

- [spits]

- ♪ I'm just driving nails in my coffin ♪

♪ Every time I... ♪

- Sorry about that.

- ♪ I'm just driving nails in my coffin ♪

♪ Lordy, driving those nails over you ♪

- I was wondering when you was gonna ask me about that.

♪ ♪

This is a goddamn gun...

the one I took right out of that holster.

Yeah, see, I was down by the river,

going after those girls.

Now, I could've got away, right?

Nobody'd ever saw me.

Then I saw that holster, and I thought, damn.

[laughs] Run down there lickety-split and grabbed it.

They call me the Panther--

silent, deadly.

Never see me coming.

♪ ♪

- ♪ And I just can't quit drinking that old brew ♪

- We're here now.

- ♪ I'm just driving nails in my coffin ♪

♪ Every time I drink a bottle of booze ♪

♪ I'm just driving nails in my coffin ♪

[engine cuts out, music stops]

- Where's the crew?

[grunting]

[gasping, wheezing]

[exhales sharply]

- [sniffs]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[grunts softly]

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

[grunts, panting]

- Budge?

God damn it, Budge!

[grunting]

♪ ♪

[horn blaring]

Don't leave, Budge!

[horn blaring]

No!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[horn blaring faintly]

[moody guitar music]

♪ ♪

[animals bleating]

[door closes]

- Somebody else can do this.

[speaking Diné]

Doesn't always have to be you.

- You know it does.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[distant dog barking]

♪

[engine turning over]

♪

[sighs]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- [softly] Oh, Jesus.

- You okay? - [breathes shakily]

- I can handle this if you want.

- Thanks.

[dark music]

[exhales deeply]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

♪ ♪

- Coroner said the murder weapon

was likely a small claw hammer of some kind.

[sighs]

Those cuts were deep, like it was personal.

Could be the boys fighting over something

that got out of hand--

What?

- The arrowhead doesn't make sense, Gordo.

- Why not? - It's a sacred object.

Putting a arrowhead in the mouth of a dead--

♪ ♪

Oh, it's like a...

Catholic defiling a crucifix.

Whoever did this isn't Diné.

- George Bowlegs was our primary suspect

before we found Ernesto's body.

Nothing's changed.

- What's--what's changed is the arrowhead.

And I have to assume whoever did this

is out there right now looking for George.

I'd like to find him before he ends up in here.

- [sighs]

[door closes]

- Cata's parents.

♪ ♪

[muffled sobbing]

♪

[tool cranking]

[device hissing]

- You always could fix anything, huh, Winford?

- Jim Chee.

I heard you was in California...

loving on all those movie stars.

We fools just stuck around here and joined'ed the Army.

- You and Shorty, you mean?

Where were you night before last?

- Night before last-- I wasn't nowhere.

- That's funny. Shorty says that he was with you,

and you two were off hunting.

- I was here.

But then we went hunting later.

I came back early.

- When did, uh, Shorty get back?

- I don't know.

- You know where George is? - No.

- A kid was killed that night

you say you were off hunting with Shorty--

a friend of George's.

We're investigating your cousin in connection with that murder.

You sure you want to be covering for him?

That makes you an accessory.

- I got work to do.

- That's all you've ever been your whole life--

an accessory in the life and times of Shorty Bowlegs.

The question is, is he worth going to jail for?

[indistinct chatter]

- I got nothing to do with that dead kid.

- Tell me what happened, Winford.

- [sighs]

[dramatic music]

♪

Shorty told me to lie.

♪

- [on car stereo] ♪ He wants to settle down

♪ Out on the edge of town ♪

♪ Far from the neon lights ♪

♪ Under the stars so bright ♪

[engine cuts out, music stops]

[car door closes]

- Dr. Reynolds!

- Ma'am. - Lieutenant.

- Lieutenant Leaphorn... [sighs]

Dr. Reynolds.

Uh, Teddi tells me you're looking

for--for those two boys--

George and Ernesto.

- Found one of them. - Ah, well, good.

I'm sure the other one will turn up.

- Dr. Reynolds, I was hoping you could tell me

something about this.

- What's that?

Ah.

Huh.

Where did you find this?

- I found it in Ernesto Cata's mouth.

Found him not far from here.

He's dead.

- Dear God.

- Are you sure?

You're sure it's him? It's Ernesto?

- I'm sorry.

- Teddi.

Teddi.

This way, Lieutenant.

Let's get you a closer look at your evidence, yeah?

After you. - Thank you.

[clears throat]

New find?

- Mm, Teddi found it last night--

end-of-the-day miracle.

Piece of bowl.

These people were...

sophisticated potters.

That, we know.

Uh, it's not my area of expertise.

Packing it up for a colleague.

Unfortunately...

this, uh--this arrowhead...

is a fake.

A toy.

Have a look.

- I haven't used one of these since my days at ASU.

- Oh, a fellow Sun Devil-- Teddi told me.

I, uh, did my grad work there many years ago.

Notice the fluting along the edges, the percussion hits?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, no man with Stone Age tools was ever that precise.

That arrowhead of yours was spit out of a machine.

- So this couldn't have come from your site?

- No, but if you want to see more of them,

head down to the Teesto Trading Post.

You know, you can buy a dozen for $10.

No, unfortunately, this is just, uh, worthless.

- I need that.

[grunts]

Evidence.

- Ah, yes, of course.

- Thank you for your time, Doctor.

If you see George Bowlegs, I'd appreciate a call.

- Oh, I'll do you one better. I'll drag him to you.

- That would be helpful. Thank you.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[door closes]

- [breathes deeply]

[engine turning over]

♪ ♪

- Shit.

[engine cuts out, gear shift clunks]

[person chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

- Mm.

- He hates women who are in control.

- It was lovely to meet you, Mrs. Leaphorn.

- You too, Sylvia. - Thank you.

Uh, oh, Lieutenant,

maybe we can, um, grab some time later, hmm?

[door opens]

[door closes]

- You make a new friend?

- She's nice. - Mm.

[soft music]

♪

- Thank you for bringing my lunch.

- I had no idea women could join the FBI.

She's so smart.

- Yeah, they didn't send her out here

'cause she's smart, Emma.

- No, just to clean up a few cases.

[speaking Diné]

- It means she'll be gone by next week.

Do you have any salt?

♪ ♪

Thank you.

♪ ♪

- I invited her to dinner.

- You did?

Why?

- Because it's the nice thing to do, Joe.

♪

You okay?

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

[object creaks, camera shutter clicking]

[camera shutter clicking]

[dramatic music]

[camera shutter clicking]

♪ ♪

- [snarling]

- Oh, shit.

[gunshot, animal groans]

- I'm sorry if I scared you,

but I've been tracking them.

They're unpredictable when they're hurt.

Could've run you through.

- You're Tom Spenser, aren't you?

- You, Agent Manuelito...

are the newest member of our local Border Patrol.

- It's nice to meet you. - And you.

What am I interrupting here?

- I'm following up on a vehicle of interest...

over there.

- Well, today's your lucky day, then.

- Why? Because that's your ranch?

- No, 'cause I'm not too busy to take you down there,

assuming you'd like a closer look.

- I would.

♪ ♪

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- My great-great-grandpap started all this.

He was a Santa Fe trader.

We've been here since...

this land was part of Mexico.

And my great-grandpap,

real good friends with James Calhoun--

the first governor.

This would have been 1850.

Not a good guy, I'm told, the governor,

but real good to my family.

And we've been pounding this sand ever since.

- Hmm.

So that's how you get the oil out of the ground.

- Well, that is...

Cora Mae...

the first one.

And they stink to high heaven when they're pumping,

but they sure pay the bills.

- What's in there? - In what?

Oh, that's a garage, darlin'.

I don't think--

All right. [sighs]

♪

- You change the plates on this van

in the last couple of days?

- Tags are current, Agent. - Not the tags, the plates.

- No reason to.

- Who drives this? - Well, anybody who needs to.

We got probably 30, 40 vehicles out here.

- Well, who was driving it two days ago?

- [scoffs]

- Can you find out? - I could try, but...

[chuckles]

If I didn't have a million other little things to do.

- I'd like to look inside. - Well, have you got a warrant?

♪ ♪

[sighs]

All right, Bobby, open the back door

for Agent Manuelito.

♪ ♪

[van door opens]

♪ ♪

[van door closes]

- What's in there?

- It a vapor barrier.

The vents trap gases from some of the wells

we don't run every day.

You breathe the air in there,

it's going to make you sick in a way you don't want.

- Well...

thank you for your time, Mr. Spenser.

- Tom.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[telephone rings]

- Border Patrol, Agent Garza.

One moment, please.

Tom Spenser, line 2.

Oh, I know that face. We out of creamer?

- I found the van.

- Where?

- Spenser Ranch.

- So that whole "wait your turn" speech--

it really landed, huh?

- I can't wait if there's other women at the ranch--

- Spenser Oil...

a multimillion-dollar corporation trafficking women,

and Border Patrol knows nothing about it?

No.

Bernie, what you're doing--

you're going to get yourself in trouble.

- I was there for ten minutes. It's no big deal.

- Okay. Let me explain something.

The Spensers have been here forever.

They're responsible for one third

of the actionable intelligence we work from every year.

Don't mess with Spenser, okay?

[phone buzzes]

Yes, sir.

Boss wants to see you.

[distant dog barking]

[ominous music]

[vehicles approaching]

♪ ♪

- Where you off to, Shorty?

- None of your goddamn business.

- Another hunting trip?

We're gonna search your house, the barn, and the property.

- Like hell you are. - Got a warrant.

You interfere, you'll be arrested for obstruction.

- My kid's out there, and you're here

turning my life upside down... - Looking for anything

that could be the murder weapon, boys...

- Like you got nothing better to do!

- A claw hammer if we're lucky. - Hey. You got him?

- Yeah.

- Clothes, blood, photographs...

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[gun cocks]

♪ ♪

[wind gusting]

[mysterious music]

♪ ♪

[chickens clucking]

[door creaking]

♪ ♪

[door creaking]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful musical sting]

- Find anything? - [gasps, panting]

[handcuffs clicking]

- Move.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Phoenix PD, April this year-- drunk and disorderly.

Tucson PD-- assaulting a police officer.

Reno PD-- violating a restraining order.

Two months before that-- Reno, B&E.

Charges dropped by your ex-wife.

Four arrests by the NTP as a juvenile.

- What about the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart?

You got that in your little library, asshole?

- What I got is a murder weapon found in your barn

and an alibi that doesn't check out.

[file thuds on table]

- Ernesto Cata...

[taps table]

Slashed seven times across the face, the neck,

and the chest.

[softly] He bled out like an animal...

before he was stuffed down a goddamn drainpipe.

[normal voice] So it's time to tell us the truth, Shorty.

[sighs softly]

Did you do this?

[exhales deeply]

Oh, man.

- So turns out the blood on the hoof knife

belonged to a horse.

- What? No, no, no. That can't be right.

You run it again. - Excuse me?

- I know him. I know what he was like growing up.

He hasn't changed. He's our guy. I know it.

- I thought you said the killer couldn't be Navajo

on account of where you found that arrowhead.

- If anyone would get off on doing something like this,

it's Shorty. - Hey, hey, hey, Jim.

All right, without a confession, a witness,

or a murder weapon, we can't hold him.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [breathes deeply]

♪ ♪

- Lieutenant, can I see you for a minute--my office?

- Yeah? - BJ Vines.

- Okay.

[clears throat]

- All that evidence...

how does the judge let him go on bail?

- I try not to think about him.

White man's justice.

- Is there any other kind?

[dramatic music]

♪

- Okay.

- Where did he go?

♪ ♪

A guy like that...

old, soft,

used to his cushy life, sexy wife...

where does a guy like that go without his money?

- When you find him, you can ask.

- [scoffs] Oh, I will, believe you me...

if he can still talk.

♪ ♪

[line trilling]

[line clicks]

- [speaking Diné] Navajo Tribal Police.

- You're not Natalie.

- [chuckles softly] Well, well...

Agent Bernadette Manuelito.

- Is Joe around?

- He just left.

- Oh.

Okay.

- Something I can help you with?

- Um...

I don't think so.

- Try me.

- [clicks tongue]

Well, I got this case. [sighs]

I don't know, the--the crimes down here are just...

[speaking Diné]

Everyone's telling me to let it go,

and I just keep stepping on my own rake.

- You punch anybody in the face yet?

- [chuckles]

Who'd you hit?

- Shorty Bowlegs.

- Wow.

- Touched my badge. - [chuckling] Oh.

I'm sure it has nothing to do with the, uh, grudge

you're still holding against him.

- Give Joe a half hour. You can reach him at home.

- Just tell him I called.

♪ ♪

Uh... [chuckles softly]

♪

It's nice to hear your voice, Chee.

♪ ♪

[receiver clatters]

- [sighs]

[scoffing]

[door opens, closes]

[shivers]

Oh, come on.

[sighs]

[thunder rumbling]

Jeez.

- You need help?

- No, I'm good.

- Eh, you got the wrong gloves.

- [scoffs]

[scoffs]

[thunder booms]

[rock music playing over speakers]

- Ooh.

- You've done this before. - Nah. Never.

♪ ♪

So...

what kind of intelligence we get at Spenser Ranch?

- [groans] So we're working now?

[billiard balls clatter]

- Well, Ed Henry has me on weigh-station duty.

And these Spenser tankers, they run at night.

And I just--I want to make sure I don't step in it again.

♪ ♪

- They drive in. You write down their weight.

They drive out. It's pretty simple.

- What, I don't-- I don't inspect them?

[billiard balls clatter]

- They're hauling oil, Bernadette.

[thunder rumbling] - Hmm.

- So still renting a room from Garza?

- Yeah, it's cheap, and she likes to cook.

♪ ♪

So you miss home?

- [groans] Well, my parents are gone.

But still got my sister and my niece, Janey.

Yeah, I send money back.

♪ ♪

How about you?

Who you missing?

- Um...

depends on the day.

- Tonight?

[thunder rumbles]

- Nobody.

[CCR's "Night Time Is The Right Time" plays on speakers]

♪ ♪

- Wait a minute.

I think they're playing our song.

- No. No. - [softly] Yes.

- ♪ You know the nighttime - ♪ Why do they?

- ♪ Oh, is the right time ♪

- Excuse us.

- ♪ To be - ♪ Why do they? ♪

- ♪ With the one you love - ♪ Why do they?

- ♪ Oh, said the nighttime - ♪ Why do they? ♪

- ♪ Oh, is the right time - ♪ Why do they?

[Bernie laughs]

- ♪ To be - ♪ Why do they? ♪

- ♪ With the one you love - ♪ Why do they? ♪

- ♪ I said the nighttime - ♪ Why do they?

- ♪ Oh, is the right time - ♪ Why do they? ♪

- ♪ To be with the one you love ♪

- ♪ Why do they? Why do they? ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ Baby - ♪ Why do they? ♪

- ♪ Oh, I said a-baby - ♪ Why do they? ♪

- ♪ Baby - ♪ Why do they? ♪

- ♪ Come on and drive me crazy, Lord ♪

- ♪ Why do they? - ♪ You know-- ♪

[vehicle approaching, dog barking in distance]

[brakes squeal, gear shift clunks]

[engine cuts out]

[distant dog barking]

- [whistling]

[horse snorts]

[continues whistling]

- What kind of Navajo man are you...

whistling at night like that?

- What do you want?

- Where are you going?

- None of your business.

You said I'm free to go.

I don't got to tell you a goddamn thing.

- I said you were free.

I didn't say you were innocent.

- I am innocent.

- This is for George, isn't it?

You know where he is. - I already said I don't.

Now get out of here.

- Where is he, Shorty?

- I told you,

my son didn't have nothing to do with this.

- Then let's go see him.

He can tell me himself.

- [scoffs] You think I'm stupid.

You've hated me for years.

I'm not going to let you take it out on my son.

- All right.

Let's say you didn't kill Ernesto.

Let's say George didn't.

If that's true, who did?

- I don't know. - I don't know either.

But I bet George does.

That's why he's out there running, isn't it?

That's why you're going out there, looking for him.

- [scoffs] I don't trust you, man.

- I don't trust you either.

But your kid shouldn't have to suffer

because of the bad blood between us.

Don't be stupid, Shorty. Let me help you.

Tell me where he is.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- The cabin...

He's at our cabin.

♪ ♪

- I'm going to get Leaphorn. We're going to go with you.

And I'm not asking.

[horse snorts]

[brakes hissing]

[flashlight clicks]

[scale creaking]

[distant animal howling]

- Full load? - Yep.

[ominous music]

- Second driver, huh?

- Yes, ma'am. Long haul.

♪ ♪

- I'm gonna need to see his license.

♪ ♪

Let's take a look.

♪ ♪

[taps truck]

♪ ♪

[lid closes]

♪ ♪

Looks good. - Thank you.

♪ ♪

[brakes hiss]

♪ ♪

[wind whistling]

♪ ♪

[horse neighing]

[wind whistling]

[leaves rustling]

♪ ♪

- Scare him, he'll run.

- Is there a back door? - Mm-hmm.

- Give me a minute to get back there.

- Get too close, he'll hear you.

♪ ♪

[speaking Diné]

♪ ♪

[horses neighing]

♪ ♪

[clattering, person grunts]

♪ ♪

- Shorty?

[horses neighing]

♪ ♪

Shorty?

♪ ♪

George?

♪ ♪

Shorty?

♪ ♪

[wind gusting]

Shorty. - [grunts]

♪ ♪

[wind howling]

♪ ♪

- [snarling] - Ah!

[gunshot, thud]

- Joe?

[sighs] Joe.

♪ ♪

You all right?

What happened?

[ominous music]

Joe?

♪ ♪

- It's real.

Hey, Joe.

Looks like some kids found a body in a ravine.

I bet it's everyone's favorite fugitive, Mr. BJ vines.

Why do you have your security riding shotgun on your tankers?

Spenser: There's lots of lonely road.

And sometimes the undesirables get ambitious.

- Stop, police! - Chee.

Do you realize what you've done?

♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪