All language subtitles for Dark Winds s03e05 Tseko Hasani Coal Mine Canyon.eng

Previously on "Dark Winds"...

Where were you the night
that B.J. Vines disappeared, Lieutenant?

I was at home with my wife.

There is no "us."

I don't believe you.

Man: So, AGS owns
an oil company here.

Spencer Oil.
Tom Spencer.

Woman: What if the tankers
were full of coke?

Sold the oil refinery.

[Man yelling]

??

[melancholy music]

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[camera shutter clicking]

[distorted roar]

[distorted roar]

[camera shutter clicking]

[camera shutter clicking]

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? ?

[moody guitar music]

? ?

[tense music]

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- Special Agent Stevens will
want to see your statement

soon as he arrives,
Lieutenant.

I'm sure he'll want
to follow up, so don't go far.

- Why aren't you on this case?

You're already here.
Why bring in somebody else?

- I'm on the BJ Vines case,
Sergeant,

and will be until I've
turned over every rock.

In the meantime,
NTP is no longer working

the Halsey case, understood?

Is that clear, Lieutenant?

Lieutenant?

- It's clear.

- Thank you.

[phone rings]

- Navajo Tribal Police.

- Joe.

Walk with me.

You need some time off.

You should go home
right now and get right.

I got this.

- She's not taking me
off this case.

- She don't give a damn
about this case.

"BJ Vines, BJ Vines."
That's all she cares about.

Listen to me.

I'm in this with you, Joe.

You ain't careful,
we're all gonna end up

paying for your sins.

And that is something
I surely do not want to do.

- I won't let that happen.
- Well, it may not-

it may not be your choice.

- [clears throat]

- [speaking Din�]
- [speaking Din�]

I'll talk to you later.

- Who's this?

- She's a medicine woman.

She's here
to cleanse the station.

When she's done,
we can come back in,

but we have to step out
while she does the ceremony.

- We're done...

For now.

- [speaking Din�]

[melancholy music]

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- [snoring softly]

[chuckles]

That mind never stops working,
does it?

Not even for sleep.

- Yeah.

Well, at least I don't snore.

- I don't snore.

- [laughs]

There's a oil refinery
in Juarez.

It's owned by AGS.

It's the same company that owns
Spenser Ranch and oil.

And, well...

I want to take a look.

- [chuckles dryly]

No.

- Why not?

- Well, for one thing,

you and I don't have
jurisdiction in Mexico.

And if we get caught operating
in a foreign country...

- We won't.

Because we won't be there
on official business.

We'll just be a couple

enjoying a weekend away.

[both chuckling]

- Mmm.

We're a couple now?

- Is that a yes?

- No.

- [scoffs]

Ivan.

How else am I gonna do this?

I can't tell my boss
because he'd never approve it,

because if I'm right,
he's being paid not to.

- If you're right,
you better tread carefully.

- Yeah, well,
if Spenser's smuggling coke

into the country,
I think it's worth it

to take a look to see
if he's using the refinery

as a staging point, don't you?

[water runs]

[soft intriguing music]

So?

You'll come with me, right?

- If anything weird happens,
I'm getting you out of there.

- Why do you think
I asked you to come with me?

? ?

[chickens clucking,
goats bleating]

- Hmm?

- When I was a boy,
when I went to Catholic school,

they taught us that the Devil
walked the Earth with Jesus,

not-not metaphorically, but...

physically walked the Earth
with Jesus.

[soft tense music]

In Din�, we're taught that
the monsters walked the Earth

and were slayed
by the Hero Twins.

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I can't help thinking

that we all have
a line that runs

down the middle of our heart.

- Mm.

- And that line separates
monsters from men.

And I'm afraid
I crossed that line.

[speaking Din�]

I have crossed that line.

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- You didn't answer
my question.

- No, I didn't.

[bluesy guitar music]

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- Special Agent Washington?

- Inside.

- Mm.

You look like someone
I used to know.

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Are you investigating
my husband's murder,

Agent Washington,
or are you investigating me?

- I'm trying to figure out
if the two are

one and the same, Mrs. Vines.

- They aren't.

- Even though your husband,
as stated by you in court

just three months
after his disappearance,

stole your family fortune
after the fatal fire...

- Suspicious fire.
- That killed your sister...

- Mm.
- And left you,

the only other person
in the house,

with permanent thermal
and chemical injuries

to the upper airway-
did I get that right?

[phone rings]

- You seem like a person
who can handle the truth.

So here it is.

After my sister died, I married
my former brother-in-law.

Depending on your
point of view,

I suppose that could be seen
as suspicious.

- I don't need a point of view
to say that it does.

- My husband was an ogre,
Agent Washington.

He's dead.
I don't miss him.

The money is mine again,

however the universe bent
to accomplish that.

- The universe didn't
murder your husband.

- [breathes laboriously]

Why must you people always-

I have a condition, you know.

- Do you need some water?

- [exhales deeply]

[oxygen hissing]

[sighs]

I assume you spoke
to Emily Quinn.

[soft intriguing music]

- Who?

- Oh, a very nice old woman

who suffers from insomnia

and a dog who pees
in her house.

Several weeks after
my husband went missing,

she mentioned that she thought
something must be wrong

because she saw a police car
driving out of our gate

very late on the night
he went missing.

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- A police car?

- Black and white.

- Like the ones outside?

- Yes.

[chuckling] Actually, yes.

My husband was in the back,
she said,

and she couldn't see
who was driving,

but my husband made
eye contact with her

through the window
as they pulled away.

She said he seemed, um-

I don't know.
- What?

- Scared.

[chuckles]

I never saw my husband scared,

not even of me-
well, especially not me.

- And you didn't feel
compelled to tell this

to anyone until now?

- Well, obviously,
I was saving it.

- For what?

- For a moment like this.

[music building]

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[doorbell jingling]

[Buddy Red Bow's
"Reservation Cowboy" playing]

- Don't look now.

- [groans]

Thank you.

- What can I get ya, shug?

- This guy look familiar?

About 6-foot, white,
late 30s, hippie type.

Maybe in here last week.

- You know how many
long-haired hippie types

I got coming through here
every day?

And I'm supposed to remember
one from another.

[chuckles]

- Give it another look, please.

- Meatloaf.

Monday's special is meatloaf.

He had the special,
sweet tea, and key lime pie.

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

- I said, am I supposed to?

But in this case, I do,

'cause of the dude that was
sitting with him in the booth.

He was a creepy dude.

Beady eyes, had on
this fancy Western jacket

topstitched
with leather lacing.

He just sorta sat there,

like a Mexican Norman Bates,

only meaner.

- Around what time was that?

- Had to be after 6:30

'cause that's when
the specials start,

and he was still here
when I left at 10:00.

- The creepy dude?

- No, just the hippie.

Creepy dude hightailed it
after 15 minutes.

Didn't even touch his food.

But you see, the real reason
I remembered him

was, instead of a tip,

he left me
a pair of ol' baby shoes.

- Baby shoes?

- You're not gonna
write that down?

[laughing]

I'm just funnin' with you
'bout the baby shoes, shug.

Oh, you should've seen
your face.

[laughs] Mm.

All right, what y'all want?

[indistinct chatter,
traffic noise]

- Damn. Honeymoon suite.

Almost like we planned it.

- It's nice.

It's so hot.

[Julito Rodriguez y Su Trio's
"Inolvidable" plays on radio]

[banging on air conditioner]

Oh, I think it's broken.

[sighs]

- We don't need it.

- Mm.

That feels nice.

- [singing in Spanish]

[ice cube clatters]

- What happened here?

- Well...

I met this guy in Gallup,

a white guy.

Just met him at a bar
I shouldn't have been

hanging around.

But I thought he would save me.

You know?

Take me away.

[melancholy music]

One day, we were driving,

and we skidded off the side
of the road in the snowstorm.

And I ended up in a coma
for 12 days.

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When I woke up,

my old boss was just
sitting there.

He didn't call me stupid
or yell at me.

Instead, he-

he took me home with him

to live with him
and his wife and his son.

And he got me through school,
put me through the army,

and hired me when I got out.

There.

- That sounds like a good guy,
this old boss of yours.

- Yeah, you'd like him.

He follows a code,
and he lives by it.

I guess that's why
I'm like the way I am.

- I like the way you are.

[dogs barking]

- Can we talk?

Emma, you have every right
to feel the way you do.

I should've told you
what I was gonna do.

- You were hoping
you wouldn't have to-

- Emma, I have tried
to make this mine.

Since that night
when I left him out there,

I have tried
to keep you out of it.

- Now I'm in it
in the worst way.

- I do not know
how to undo what I did.

And I don't know for sure
if I had to do it over again,

that I would do it
any different, Emma.

I do not want
to put this on you.

- [scoffs]

You're so selfish.

[soft dramatic music]

I'm your wife.

I'm the mother of our son.

You sit there in your
closed-off little world.

I understand
what you face every day.

I see what
you're going through.

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You're not
the only one suffering.

[sighs]

You're not the only one
who's suffered.

[breathes shakily

I can't live like this, Joe.

[crying] I'm sorry.

I can't.

[car approaching]

[dogs barking]

I want you gone...

[car doors closing]

From this house.

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[knock on door]

- [clears throat]

- Lieutenant, I have a warrant
to search the premises.

That includes this house,
the outbuildings,

your vehicles,
and your property.

[indistinct chatter]

Seize that weapon.

[tense music]

I'm sorry, Mrs. Leaphorn.

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- [sobbing]

- Sorry, boss.
- Hands behind your back.

- That won't be necessary.

You don't need to.

- ? Oh, the truth is only

? Now and always
what remains ?

[camera shutter clicks]

? Oh, the truth is only ?

? Everlasting, never changed ?

? ?

? Lock it in, block it out ?

? Bury it down
for a thousand years ?

? Still there, laid bare ?

? Diamond in the dirt
so bright and clear ?

? Oh, the truth is calling

? Deep inside
my wounded heart ?

? Oh, the truth is solid

? When the whole world
falls apart ?

- There's got to be a back way
into the refinery.

[music playing quietly,
indistinct chatter]

This is where
the tankers fill up.

All right,
the weigh station is here

and the front entrance
is right here.

So if the drivers are hauling
drugs in their trucks,

they have to be going out
some other way.

Well, what do you think?

- I think we finish our drinks,
turn in early,

then first thing
in the morning,

we go home.

- Are you getting cold feet?

[phone ringing]

- Hello?

Yep. She's here.

- Hello?

- Your roommate told me
where I could find you.

- Is everything okay?

- You know that guy you were
telling me about down there,

the creepy one...

with the fancy leather jacket?

Well, he's a person of interest
in the Cata murder

and a second murder up here.

Do you have a name
for this guy?

- Yeah-
- Can I borrow your toothpaste?

- Hold on. What?

- Your toothpaste,
can I use it?

- Sure.

[soft dramatic music]

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You still there?

- [speaking Din�]

- Roberto C. De Baca.

Um, that's the name I saw

on the New Mexico
driver's license.

I'm not sure if it's real.

- Thanks.

- Is that it?

- That's it.

Enjoy Mexico.

[off-key] ? I ?

? I'm so in love with you ?

? Whatever you want to do

? Is all right with me ?

? 'Cause you make me feel ?

? So brand-new

[vocalizing]

- Hey, Al Green.
You okay?

- Shorty.

[huffs]
Sleep it off, man.

[groans]
I'll write myself up

for public intox tomorrow.

- Uh-huh.

You need a ride?

- [scoffs] Ride.

[chuckles] Hell.

Do I need a ride.

[retching]

[footsteps approaching]

[dog barking]

[car doors closing]

- Mrs. Leaphorn,
it is my duty to inform you

that you are at the risk
of being charged

as a coconspirator
to whatever crimes

the federal government
is able to bring

as a result of this search.

Do you understand?

- Yes.

[car engine turns over]

- Is there any information
you'd like

to share with me at this time?

- No.

- Okay.

[soft tense music]

[car door closes]

[car engine turns over]

- Thank you.

- [exhales shakily]

? ?

[soft dramatic music]

? ?

[coyotes yipping distantly]

- [grunting softly]

[soft intriguing music]

?

[music building]

? ?

[sighs]

[music slows and fades]

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[door closes]

- There you go.

Oh.
- Ow.

[groaning]

[water pouring]

Can I tell you something?

I'm serious, Shorty.

[speaking Din�]

It's important,
what I have to tell you.

[glass thuds and clatters]

[sighs]

When you're with
the right woman,

you have to tell her
how you feel.

Don't put it off.

You think
when you just go to bed,

oh, I'll just
tell her tomorrow.

Guess what?

One morning, you wake up,
looking at the ceiling fan.

Guess who's laying next to you?

Nobody.

- Dude, we've all done
some things

we wish we could've
done different.

My boy, he's a good kid.

He's not like me.

He don't got meanness in him.

He wants to go live
with his ma in Reno.

Maybe I should let him.

[soft dramatic music]

Nah, man.
[speaking Din�]

You sleep this off
and get back after it tomorrow.

- [groans] Yep.

? ?

Mm.

- Hey.

- [groans]

[door closes]

[coyotes yipping]

[mysterious whistling tone]

[sinister music]

? ?

[mysterious whistling tone]

? ?

[wind whistling]

[mysterious whistling tone]

- [gasps]

[wind howling]

[breathing shakily]

?

[wind dies down]

[eerie music]

? ?

[tense music]

?

[camera shutter clicking]

[tense music]

- It's Budge.

?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Hey.

- Vamos.
[indistinct chatter]

- Run!

[suspenseful music]

?

[gunshots]

[gasps]

[panting]

? ?

[tense music]

? ?

[rocks clatter]

[crow cawing]

?

- [whistling
"Pop Goes the Weasel"]

[speaking Spanish]

- [speaking Spanish]

- They saw me.

- [grunts] Ah!

[grunts]

[groaning]

[panting]

Budge-
[gunfire]

- Ya estuvo.

[both breathing heavily]

Huh?

?

[engine stops,
parking brake cranks]

[Jim coughs]

- [chuckles]
You have a rough night?

- Yeah.

Had a run-in
with one too many beers.

- Yeah?

- And that guy was a better
pool player than I thought.

- Yeah, yeah.
- [groans]

- I was looking through
the case file last night.

You know that Shorty
called the station

looking for his toolbox?
- Yeah.

Yeah, Shorty thinks that, uh,
the Skunborough cops took it

while we were up there.

He's been asking me
to get it back for him.

- I saw the toolbox
in the barn.

It was there when we left.

- What are you thinking?

- You know, when I was a boy,

I wanted
a Joe DiMaggio baseball card.

Wanted it bad.

So I took some
of my dad's tools

and pawned them.

- George took the tools.

- Yeah, and-and
George's mom lives in Reno.

I think George might be trying
to put some money together,

buy a train ticket out there.

I'll go talk to Roger, see
if George has been out there

trying to pawn his dad's tools.

If he has, Roger might know
where he is.

- Yeah.

[groans]

Joe?
- Yeah?

- [groans]

I talked to Bern last night.
[car door opens]

- Yeah?

- Yeah, she says that there's,
uh, this guy down there-

matches the description
that the waitress gave us

for our guy.

His name is Roberto C. De Baca.

A buddy of mine
in Washington says

De Baca might have been
a CIA operative

doing wet work in Guatemala.

He's the kind of guy
who can get into the NTP,

kill a man, and get out
without you seeing him.

The Feds put an APB out on him.

- All right, good.
Thanks.

[engine turning over]

[engine revving]

- If you're right
and Ed Henry's in on it,

we got to go to the DEA.

We might be able to get Budge,
but can we get Spenser?

Even if we do,
who else is out there?

We'll be on their radar.

- Well, we'll just take
it one step at a time.

- Or we do nothing.

- [scoffs]
I'm not that kind of cop.

And neither are you.

- Yeah, well,
I don't want to get dead.

Do you?

[tense music]

? ?

You ready?

- Yeah.

[suitcase latches clicking]

[distant dog barking]

- Kid's been coming in all week
selling me stuff.

[grunts] Was here this morning
with a few things.

- He say where he's staying?

- [speaking Din�]

Doesn't talk much.

Sleeping under a tree
is my guess.

Burrs in his clothes.

I offered him a shovel
'cause it looked like his hands

had been digging in the desert.

Joe, if I had any idea
who he was-

- What color dirt on his hands?

- I don't know-dirt color,

uh, like brown
on his hands, fingers,

and, uh, black under his nails.

- Black.
- Mm-hmm.

?

- Could be.
Probably.

Yeah, I guess.

[horse neighs]

[horse chuffs]

?

[tins rattling]

[light clatter]

[horse neighing]

[engine revving]

[tins rattling]

[horse neighing]

[horse neighing]

?

[low horn blowing]

[mysterious whistling tone]

[gasps]

?

[speaking Din�]

? ?

[mysterious whistling tone]

Joe, you're breaking up.
Say again.

Joe?

[Static hissing]
[Gasps]

Joe: Am I supposed
to ignore what he's done?

You're supposed to be a cop.

??

You got to wake up.

Come on.
He's coming.

[Gasps]

Man: We did
what we had to do,

and one way
or another...

[Snarling]

...we have to pay
the price.

??

[moody guitar music]

? ?

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