Original subtitles

Previously on "Dark Winds"...

You make a new friend? Woman: She's nice.

B.J. Vines. Where does a guy like that go without his money?

When you find him, you can ask.

Woman: What does this mean?

Full load? Yep.

Second driver, huh?

Man: Mailman says he saw a red pickup.

Ah! Ah!

He has something in his mouth.

He's at our cabin. Where is he, Shorty?

[Groans] Shorty?

[Growls] Aah!

[Gun fires] Joe? You all right?

[curious music]

♪ ♪

[wood clatters]

- Steeper.

[speaking Diné]

Steeper. Keep it higher.

Test it out.

♪ ♪

Ready?

♪ ♪

[mimicking engine revving]

♪ ♪

- Stop! [tires screech]

- Raymond, what the hell?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [screams]

♪ ♪

[moody guitar music]

♪ ♪

[horse chuffs] - I don't understand how

neither of you saw anything.

- You didn't see anything.

- I wasn't in the cabin.

I'm just saying it'd help if we had a description.

- He had a hood, and he moved fast.

- Well, was he white, brown, tall, short, human?

You sure George wasn't in there when you went in?

- Yes, I'm sure.

- And you think he's still alive?

- Somebody does.

[birds chirping, horse chuffs]

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Used the water to hide his tracks.

- [sighs] We're on the edge of the rez.

BLM land.

♪ ♪

[dog barks]

♪ ♪

[horse chuffs]

- Chee.

♪

- Hey. [groans]

♪ ♪

Hey!

♪ ♪

- Pigs!

Pigs!

- Stop! Police! - OK.

- Get down. - [groans]

Get off me. I didn't do nothing.

- Chee.

- What seems to be the problem, officers?

- I'm Lieutenant Leaphorn, Navajo Tribal Police.

This is Sergeant Chee. We're investigating a murder.

You need to stay back.

- Everyone stay back. Stay back.

[dog barking]

Officer, we're just a small chili farm.

We're not involved in anything horrible like that,

I can assure you.

- Why's he running?

- Well, he sees a couple of Indian cops

coming in on horses with what I assume is no warrant,

guns drawn,

what's he supposed to think?

[bird cawing]

- Get him up.

That red truck in the garage belong to him?

- That'd be mine.

♪ ♪

- Show me.

Come on.

- Let's go.

♪

- This is your truck?

- Bought it in Amarillo.

Registration's in the glove box.

My name is Suzanne Thompson.

[flies buzzing]

- Anyone else drive it?

- We all do.

They always tell me, though.

- They tell you or ask you?

- We're a small farm here, sir.

- [sniffs] - Everyone shares everything.

Everyone pitches in.

[truck door slams]

- What about Monday night?

Anyone take it out then?

♪ ♪

- Monday was house meeting, so everyone was here.

♪

- What about after the meeting?

- You ever done farmwork, Officer?

I'll tell you, I'm lucky if I make it past 9:30.

[chuckles]

- He was with me.

All night.

- We actually came out here to get away

from a lot of the shit you're talking about.

It ain't our scene, man.

We're just farmers.

- The boy that was murdered, Ernesto Cata,

his best friend is a Navajo boy named George Bowlegs,

and he's gone missing.

Either one of them ever come around here?

- Oh, I don't think so.

Uh, we have a small farm.

There's not a lot of room for hangers-on.

- There's a cabin about six miles from here.

You know it? Anyone from here use it?

♪ ♪

- All right. Let him go.

You guys see a boy who doesn't belong out here,

get ahold of us at the Kayenta Substation, OK?

- Absolutely, Officer.

Definitely will.

We'll all keep our eyes peeled.

♪ ♪

- Thank you.

- Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

[bird cawing]

♪

- We have enough to take these assholes in right now.

- The truck's clean. Trail went cold.

- It don't feel right.

- Girl knows something she's not telling us.

She wants to.

Give her the chance, she will.

[phone rings]

- Check in with Shorty.

See if he knows anything about that farm.

- Right.

- Hey, Joe. - Yeah?

- That Washington lady's been on the phone

all morning with Flagstaff.

Looks like some kids found a body in a ravine.

- Lieutenant, you have a minute?

- Huh? - Yeah.

- [sighs]

I'll get you something for your arm.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, run down the lease too.

Let's find out who owns it.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- Yeah? - Oh, wow.

What happened to your arm?

Fight with the wife?

Sorry.

- Natalie says you recovered a body.

- Yeah, my wrap-up job just got a little more unwrapped.

Couple kids found him out by Shiprock--

or Point Rock, Rock Point?

Right here.

I sent the body to Flagstaff for official identification,

but I'd bet no less than the $14 in my wallet

it's everyone's favorite fugitive, Mr. B.J. Vines.

- That seems unlikely.

The man disappeared six months ago.

- Well, according to the coroner,

that's the level of decay he's got.

I thought we could head out there and see what we see.

Strike while the iron's hot-- or warm, at least.

- You know, I'd love to help you out, but I got

some other things I have-- - Lieutenant, please.

Your people can hold the fort for the couple hours

until we get back.

♪ ♪

This is your backyard.

If anyone can figure out how an old man died in a ditch

100 miles from nowhere, it's you.

- Yeah. - Come on. You drive.

- Can you give me a minute?

Um, I have to get this cleaned up.

[phone rings]

- Try to hold still.

♪ ♪

- I made extra

so you're nice and perky next time Ivan asks for a dance.

Ugh, I'm late. Got to go.

Oh, a little lipstick never hurts.

[chuckles]

[door clicks shut]

[flies buzzing]

[dog barking]

- [sighs]

[scoffs]

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

- Works for Spenser.

Goes by Budge.

He's a scary son of a bitch too.

What's the matter?

- Do you think he's the one who took my gun?

I had a weird run-in with him last night

at the weigh station.

And this morning,

my gun was on the front seat of my truck.

Something's going on at Spenser ranch,

and this De Baca guy doesn't want any reason

for me to keep looking.

- All right, here's what I think.

I think Budge doesn't exactly have his papers in order

like a lot of Spenser's hands.

And Ed's agreed to let it slide

as long as none of them step out of line.

And Budge is the guy to make sure they don't.

- No, it has to be more than that.

- Why?

'Cause you don't like the way the guy looks?

- Because none of this adds up.

- It's the border.

It's not a math problem.

You got your gun back, right? - Yeah.

- So I say this calls for a little celebration.

- OK, well, I don't drink, and you're not taking me seriously.

- I take you very seriously.

[phone rings]

How about dinner?

- Oh. [groans] - No, no, look.

We can talk it over, and I'll buy.

- You'll buy?

- Yeah.

- Well, in that case, I'll think about it.

[curious music]

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

- Yeah, come.

What is it with these things?

You know, they taste terrible,

the texture, everything about them.

And she got it in her fool head that I like them.

You want it?

- No, thank you, sir. - Hmm.

- I think I made a mistake.

- Oh, Christ. What now?

- I delayed a Spenser tanker last night,

did a secondary screening.

I-I know how important Spenser is to this department,

and I don't want to jeopardize your relationship.

- Yeah, well, it's getting damn close to too late for that.

- I probably overstepped, I admit.

I don't want this to be your problem.

- Well, it's too damn late for that too.

- Well, how can I fix things with Mr. Spenser?

Just tell me what I need to do.

- Well, you can go over there and apologize, for starters.

Bake him a goddamn pie while you're at it.

- Know what?

I'll bake him two damn pies if that's what it takes.

[soft music]

- All right.

Give a call to his, uh-- his secretary.

Tell her that, uh, I'm sending you over.

- Thank you, sir.

- And if he asks you to stay for dinner,

you damn well better take him up on it.

- I just want you to know

nothing like this will ever happen again.

- [laughs]

- You don't have to worry about me.

- Well, wouldn't that be nice?

[laughs]

[phone rings]

[police radio chatter]

- How'd the victim get here?

- That was the first question I asked myself.

It's 2 miles to the nearest road that way.

4 1/2 miles that way.

11 miles that way.

His house is 38 miles that way.

And the Sheriff's Department,

which is the last place anyone saw him,

is 47 miles in that direction.

Preliminary forensics had him barefoot in his PJs.

- So someone drove him out here and left him.

- Unless he parachuted in.

But we haven't found a parachute yet, so...

[bird cawing]

- [sighs] The wife?

- Yeah, that would make the most sense,

but she was in Acapulco at the time.

That's been verified.

- He went missing the night he made bail.

I don't think he would have gotten into a car

unless it was with someone he trusted.

- Or he was forced.

- Man had a lot of enemies on the rez.

You need help with suspects,

we could provide some names.

- I think sitting down with the families

of the six men killed in the oil well explosion

would be a good place to start.

[tense music]

- Emma and I would be happy to sit down with you,

Agent Washington.

- Lieutenant, don't be silly.

You're the law around here.

But I will sit down with the other five.

Oh, there's something I cannot figure out, though.

Our victim wasn't shot. He wasn't stabbed.

- [coughing]

- From what the coroner could tell--

preliminary, of course--

he curled up in a ball... [coughing continues]

[no audible dialogue]

- [coughing forcefully]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

♪ ♪

- He curled up in a ball right here

and just froze to death.

- Lots of ways to die out here, Agent Washington.

- Yeah, I know.

But why would someone go to all the trouble

of bringing Vines all the way out here

to kill him and then not kill him?

I mean...[laughs]

What kind of brilliant lunatic would do something like that?

- I think you're making a lot of assumptions

that aren't supported by facts or evidence.

♪ ♪

- Yeah, maybe.

♪ ♪

- The doctor said it was just a concussion.

Gave me some aspirin.

Sent me on my way.

I'll probably get a bill next week

for a couple hundred bucks.

- The chili farm 5 or 6 miles northwest

of your cabin on a little patch of BLM land, you know it?

- They the ones that did this?

- We don't know yet.

It'd help if you could tell me George and Ernesto

used to hang around there.

- I don't know.

I don't know what that boy did, where he went.

When I was his age, I got in all sorts of shit.

- [chuckles] Yeah.

- I tried to teach them things.

How to chop wood.

How to survive out there.

[soft music]

I used to get so mad at those two.

And whenever I did,

I'd hear my dad's words coming out of my mouth.

♪ ♪

- You screwed up a lot of things, Shorty.

Not gonna lie.

But you're not your dad.

♪ ♪

- He's dead, isn't he?

♪ ♪

- He's a survivor. You just said so.

You taught him that.

He's not gonna give up without a fight,

and neither are we.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- My grandpap taught me how to make coffee.

The trick is not to overboil.

And... the sock, of course.

[liquid trickling]

I use a clean one.

But Pap, he swore...

the riper the sock, the richer the brew.

I would offer you sugar, but it just

doesn't seem your style.

- Thanks.

- Not bad, huh?

- Strong.

- How God meant it.

What can I do for you, Agent?

- Well, you may have heard I inspected one of your tankers

last night.

- That's part of your job, ain't it?

- Yes, but it's not my job to cause

any unnecessary delays for--

- Trucks get delayed all the time.

I'm not sure you need to bring to my attention

last night's delay was due to you.

- Well, Chief Henry thought it would be a good idea

if I owned up to it.

- His idea?

- It was. Yes, sir.

- Consider yourself forgiven.

So if that's--if that's all, I-I got a monster of a day.

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

Is that industry standard down here or...

- We make deliveries to six different refineries

all over the Southwest.

There's lots of lonely road.

And sometimes the undesirables get... ambitious.

Oil don't brand like cattle.

- I met your man last night, De Baca, um, Budge.

Maybe I should apologize to him too.

- [sighs]

There's no need to apologize to Budge.

He doesn't have feelings.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[glass taps on table]

- Well, um,

I won't take up any more of your time.

- I trust you can find your own way off my ranch.

- Mm.

♪ ♪

[door squeaks open]

[door slams]

♪

Hello?

¿Hablas inglés?

- [speaking Spanish]

- Have you seen a-a woman and a girl?

[speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

♪ ♪

What is "Pig"?

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

[person singing over radio]

- [speaking Diné]

- [speaking Diné]

- [speaking Diné]

♪

- That Attakai boy has 11 siblings.

That wedding has too many people to feed.

- I told her don't make bread for them.

- It's too much work for her.

- [speaking Diné]

I brought some firewood for you.

- [speaking Diné]

- Henry, turn that off.

- Ask Emma.

She may want to hear this.

- [speaking Diné]

- I don't. [newscast stops]

- Well, it makes me happy to hear the man

that killed my grandson got some Indian justice.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[horse whinnies]

[door clicks shut]

[water running]

- The radio said a dead body was found out by Rock Point,

that it might be B.J. Vines.

I remember that day he was released on bail.

You came home late.

You stayed up all night making that feather for Bern.

A few days later, it came out that man was missing.

Everyone said he left,

ran away.

♪ ♪

Don't make me ask, Joe.

- He murdered our son, Emma.

He walked right out of that jail.

He was gonna get away with it.

Emma, I couldn't let that happen.

Emma. Emma. - You don't get to decide.

- Emma, I am responsible for you and the Diné.

I might not like it. You may not like it.

But my job is to protect you, all of us,

from people like him.

Don't you understand that?

- He killed our son.

- I--

How dare you?

- Emma, what was I supposed to do?

- Do you realize what you've done?

You've invited that man's spirit into our home.

[dramatic music]

And you covered J.J.'s memory in blood.

♪

- I did what I had to do.

I did what I had to do.

♪ ♪

- [breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

- When we's done washing,

can I go swimming here in the cement pond?

- Course not.

I don't allow nobody to splash around in my wash water.

- [groans]

[mutters indistinctly]

- This cement pond's the only water we got.

This place ain't got a well. It ain't got a creek.

- Well?

- Look good.

- Well, I tried everything else on.

Nothing works.

- [clears throat]

- He said, why, you can throw that away.

- Yeah.

It all works.

- You're lying to me. I know it.

- [sighs, gasps]

You should borrow my earrings.

- Well, let's go get them, then.

Come on.

[knock at door]

[speaking Diné] - Go.

[dialogue over TV continues indistinctly]

[tense music]

- Well, don't you look pretty?

Heard you were looking for me.

Here I am.

I'm free now...

if you are.

♪ ♪

- Just let me get my bag.

♪ ♪

Let's go.

♪ ♪

[crickets chirping] - [sighs]

- I'll drive.

- I know the way.

- Well, you can navigate.

- I insist.

- I insist.

- Have it your way.

[engine turning over]

[Mexican folk music]

♪ ♪

- Where are we going?

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[clock ticking]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

♪ ♪

- Navajo Tribal Police.

Lieutenant Leaphorn.

- I'm calling about your order.

- I don't think we ordered anything.

- I'm so sorry about the delay.

We had a delivery issue this afternoon.

Y-your chilies are all packed up now,

and I-I can bring them to you.

- Suzanne?

- Of course. I-I can meet you there.

The--the old trading post that's off 163, right?

- Are you in danger?

- No, no, it's-- it's no problem.

I'll see you there. 45 minutes.

[line clicks]

[receiver clatters]

♪ ♪

[Mexican folk music]

- Try it.

Sweet.

People think all Mexican food is spicy.

The world is more complicated than that.

Why did you want to see me?

♪ ♪

- To apologize.

[fireworks popping]

- [laughs] [people cheering]

For what?

- The weigh station.

I think we got off on the wrong foot.

- Everybody is doing the best that they can

with the information they have.

For example, Mr. Spenser.

He calls me and tells me that the new border agent

wants to talk to me.

And I think, why?

What have I done?

I'm just doing my job.

- What is your job, exactly?

- [laughs] Now you're doing yours.

♪ ♪

Security.

- Did you take my gun?

[tense music]

- [chuckles]

No.

- But you returned it.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

There are times when you could be a problem for me,

Agent Manuelito.

Tonight is not one of those times.

And that gun you have in your purse,

you won't be needing it tonight.

♪ ♪

[speaking Spanish]

♪ ♪

[speaking Spanish]

♪ ♪

Unfortunately, I have another appointment.

♪ ♪

I trust you can find your way home.

♪ ♪

Vámonos.

[fireworks popping, people cheering]

♪ ♪

- [inhales sharply, grunts]

[sighs]

[coyote howls]

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs] [gate creaks]

- Hola, señorita.

- Thanks for answering.

Ow.

- Wasn't exactly the date I had in mind.

- [scoffs] Who said it was a date?

- [sighs]

- [groans, sighs]

- You hungry?

- [laughs] Shut up.

[engine turning over]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Did you find George yet?

- I thought you said you didn't know him.

- I know him.

And Ernie.

They started hanging around last summer.

- What do you mean, hanging around?

- Just coming over.

I like them.

They're good kids.

They reminded me of my little brothers.

George used to draw me these pictures.

He was real good.

I think he had a crush on me or something.

He was just a kid.

What's he know about that, anyway?

- When's the last time you saw them?

- A week ago.

Halsey, he got real mad at them.

♪ ♪

George told me he couldn't come around anymore.

- Why?

♪ ♪

Hey, it's OK.

♪ ♪

- I-I don't know.

♪ ♪

Halsey gets real mad sometimes.

He's not a monster.

He's just--

♪ ♪

He lied about my truck.

♪ ♪

He took it Monday.

He was gone all night. - Gone where?

- I got to go.

- Hey, why don't you come to the station--

- I can't. I'm sorry.

- Come to the station with me. I'll take a statement.

- I'm sorry. I've been here long enough.

- Suzanne.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- Cover this.

♪

[sighs]

[banging on door]

Navajo Tribal Police.

♪

- [spits]

♪ ♪

[objects clatter]

- Hey! Hey!

Stop!

Police!

Stop!

♪

Ay.

♪

Oh, shit.

♪ ♪

- [breathing shallowly] - Hey.

Hey, Suzanne.

Come on.

Look at me.

Suzanne, open your eyes.

Hey. Come on.

[board clatters]

♪

[tense music]

[engine grinding]

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

[engine revving]

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

- OK. Hey.

Hey. I'm here.

OK? Suzanne, I'm here.

I'm not going anywhere.

- [breathing heavily]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I'm right here. - [groans]

- Stay with me, Suzanne.

Come on.

- [breathing shallowly]

- I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

Sena: What if I miss something else?

You didn't miss a thing.

[Sirens wailing]

Bern, found your photo on a bulletin board.

Drug house.

Emma knows Gordo. Now Vines.

[Sobbing]

What are you doing here?

Washington: Witness confirms he saw a truck stop in

where Vines' body was found.

Is there something you want to ask me?

♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪