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Previously on "Dark Winds"...

Out here, sometimes the best protection isn't your .38.

Get down!

She thinks she's encountered a dark spirit.

Young, pregnant girl came.

Just wanna make sure she's not in any trouble.

Why is it every time that you get a feeling,

it always ends up being more work for me?

Would you wanna stay with Joe and I?

This was your son's room?

The oil field. This is where I lost my boy.

I'm sorry about your son.

You can cut the act. I know you're FBI.

You're FBI?

Left the bureau.

Thinkin' about stayin' a while?

Keepin' my options open.

Well, we could always use your help around here.

Natalie, it's Leaphorn, do you copy?

Go ahead, Lieutenant.

Call Sheriff Sena, tell him we tracked

the suspect to a trailer about an hour south

of Rough Rock between Pinon and Chinle.

Natalie, do you copy, over?

Copy.

Sheriff Sena... Find him, wait for backup.

Do not approach the suspect.

They're about 2 to 3 hours away, best case.

I am tired of chasin' this guy.

Navajo Tribal Police! Come out!

Keep your hands where we can see 'em!

Down, now!

What happened?

I was attacked.

By what?

Aliens.

It might've been a sheep.

I'm taking you to the hospital.

What's this?

The rest of me.

Oh.

Yeah.

I'm sorry!

April 15.

April 15.

Emma Leaphorn?

He's out of surgery.

I'll let you know when you can see him.

Thank you.

You are watching coverage

of the '71 draft lottery drawing

from the Selective Service headquarters.

The first birthdate selected...

Joe!

Joe! Yeah?

It's Emma. Something happened.

Emma.

I'm OK, just a bump on the head.

I'm ready to go home,

but the doctor wants to go over X-rays with me.

OK.

He's treating me like one of his regular patients

and not like an Ind...

Hey. Hey.

I got you.

- Excuse me, Lieutenant. - Yeah.

Mrs. Leaphorn.

The victim was Navajo,

came in for his cancer treatments.

That stuff really work?

Yeah, well enough.

His name was Emerson Charley.

You knew him?

Recognize the name. Brother was Dillon Charley.

Ran a church on the rez, called themselves People of Darkness.

Killed a couple of years ago in a car accident.

Year before he died, he predicted

something bad was gonna happen out of the Drumco oil well.

You talking about that explosion,

killed those six men,

your boy?

Yeah.

Yeah, well,

I figure this thing had a leak in the gas line.

You knick the line,

and then the engine heats up and ignites the gas.

And the next thing you know, you know.

You said this went up about 10:00?

About.

What time was his appointment?

7:00.

So the truck had been here nearly three hours,

sitting here.

Assuming he wasn't on Indian time.

Engine would have been cold by then.

The engine was cold.

What was the accelerant?

Let me borrow your flashlight.

You think he mighta lost an earring when he got blowed up?

What's that?

Timer spring.

Won't be the only piece of bomb you find

if you look close enough.

Oh, now... now... Now wait a quick minute.

That... that man was dying of cancer, Lieutenant,

had less than two months, according to his doctor.

Who'd want to blow him up?

Who and why?

Oh, God damn it.

This is not how I wanted to start my day.

Man has a son.

Name is Tomas. Lives out by Red Mesa.

Start there, tell him what happened.

See if I can figure out the why of it.

You might want to take a closer look at that truck,

see if you can get a line on who.

You OK?

This whole family needs to have a ceremony.

Again?

You had it your way, I'd never leave ceremony.

It's not normal for us to be around

so much death and violence.

We have to stay in Hózhó.

And what you went through this morning scared you.

It scared me too.

This family needs to be put back in balance.

We're having a ceremony.

Go ahead, Bernie. Whatcha got?

I'm in pursuit of a male Navajo, 20s,

headed North of the Old Road, a couple miles east of Kayenta.

I think it's Dean Bitsuie.

10-4.

What'd he do now? Steal another car?

Worse.

Tell Leaphorn I'm gonna be late.

Lieutenant, Bernie called in.

She's gonna be late.

Take it easy on her.

Guess I'll handle roll call.

All right, everyone, listen up.

Felix, got another complaint from Gerald Nez.

Says somebody's illegally dumping

RV waste on his property.

Let's see what's going on, OK?

Yes, sir.

Greetings, Earthlings.

Sit.

In a chair, Begaye.

You heard about the truck bomb in Skunkborough yesterday?

Who?

Victim's Navajo.

Elder named Emerson Charley.

Thought those kinds of things

only happened in big cities.

Yeah, well, there's monsters everywhere.

My uncle knew Emerson.

Said he only had a few months to live.

I'm gonna go talk to his son, Tomas...

And find out...

What the?

Oh come, Bernadette, why you gotta lock me up, man?

What'd I tell you last time, Dean?

Right, that next time, I was gonna lock you up.

Well, guess what? It's next time.

Come on,. Have a heart.

Grow a brain.

, Dean. What'd he do this time?

Before or after he got my car stuck in the sand?

All right, we're done here. Let's get to it.

That an Appaloosa?

How about "Good job, Sergeant"?

Well, how 'bout you ask for help next time

you have to ride a suspect in on a horse.

Hmm?

When you're done here, see what Steve has to say.

Well, sail on, on Silver Girl.

'Member me?

No.

You bought a horse off my brother, Danny,

like, three, four years ago.

We met when you came to pick him up.

Good luck.

Let me ask you something, Sergeant Manuelito.

Do you believe?

No last digit.

Have you found her?

Take a look.

See that?

Linda Maddox.

Ring a bell?

You think that could be her?

Is it?

Huevos rancheros and your breakfast burrito.

Gracias.

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There's something else.

The needle in the haystack...

Just got a little shinier.

Hey, trust me.

So...

what're you doing out here in Indian country anyway?

Vacation?

I need her to be found.

This is... this is...

Relax, man.

We're close.

We are close.

I can feel it.

I'm just gonna... wash my hands.

It's, uh, occupied, pal.

Damn it, man.

- Don't be scared. - I'm scared for you, asshole.

'Cause when I... I'm gonna...

Is your dad home? No?

OK, well, if you see your dad, you tell him I stopped by, OK?

All right. Be careful on that thing.

Your nephew's the one who's been stealing your piñon nuts.

I'm sorry, Másání.

He didn't think you'd notice.

You call me if you need anything.

Yeah, I will.

Hey, a biligáanalady wants to talk to you.

Jim Chee.

Jim Chee, here to see Mrs. Vines.

This way.

Wait here.

You're younger than I expected.

Should you be doing that?

Don't scold me, Mr. Chee. We've only just met.

Drink?

Coffee, if it's no problem.

Gabriela, bring us scotch and some coffee.

How can I help you, Mrs. Vines?

Been a burglary here a few days ago.

Someone broke in, stole a box from my husband's safe.

I want you to get it and bring it back before he comes home.

He's on a hunting trip. He'll be home in two days.

Thank you.

I'll pay you $500 now and another $2,500

when you bring me the box.

You report this to the police?

My husband supported the sheriff's opponent

in the last election.

He's not gonna lift a finger to help us.

And besides, it's an Indian problem.

That's why I called you.

You ever heard of the People of Darkness?

Should I have?

They're a mystical sect out here in the desert,

healers who have peyote ceremonies and visions,

all that Navajo type of thing.

I believe they're responsible for the burglary.

OK.

What was in the box?

I don't know.

And that makes no difference to you.

All you need to do is find it and bring it back.

Sounds simple.

Couldn't be simpler.

Except nothing is.

You're not telling me something, Mrs. Vines.

And I've found that when people aren't telling me something,

that's a good way to get hurt.

Don't agitate me, Mr. Chee.

It affects my breathing.

Come with me.

Last Wednesday, in the middle of the night,

Gabriela heard a noise, came down here,

saw the safe open and Tomas Charley outside,

sneaking away with the box under his arm.

Tomas' father, Emerson, introduced my husband

to the People of Darkness,

then gave them money for a while and then grew disenchanted.

I think...

I think this is their way of getting back at him.

You sure these people are Navajo?

Mr. Chee, I don't want to punish anyone.

I just want the box back.

All you have to do is find Tomas Charley and get it.

Can you do that for me?

Please.

What if I can't find him?

Then you are $500 richer

and not the man I thought you were.

Good.

Told ya, the sheep that bit my fingers off was an alien.

That's how it got here.

Property of the U.S. Air Force, hemp-head.

Wait.

No way.

Of course.

That's what they want us to think.

I'm telling you.

I saw a sheep come out of here last night,

a freaky sheep, with horns, twisted and weird,

probably trying to communicate with the mother sheep.

You need to get yourself straight, Steve.

Get off all these substances.

There's a Navajo man in there,

and if you're not careful, you're gonna kill him.

Geez.

For my trouble.

- Wait. - No.

What man?

Tomas Charley?

- You police? - No.

I work for Mrs. Vines.

OK.

Does she need a rug or what?

She needs the box you stole from her husband.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Listen, I don't give a damn if you broke in there,

stole that box.

I'm just getting paid to bring it back.

Or you can come with me to the sheriff.

That white man's a witch.

He's killing my father.

How?

Cancer.

Witchcraft doesn't cause cancer, Tomas.

My father told me B.J. Vines cursed him.

He told me to get that box,

take it to the sacred place we know.

He said that there's something in the box

to reverse the spell.

This is, uh, People of Darkness hocus pocus, isn't it?

Vines is People of Darkness,

him and his rich hippie friends.

It's bad medicine now.

White people medicine.

- Where's the box? - O-OK.

OK.

I left the box on the Malpaís.

If my father hasn't gotten it yet, it should still be there.

Bullshit.

I can draw you a map.

Make it a good one.

Little out of your jurisdiction,

aren't you, Lieutenant?

, Jim Chee.

You buying rugs or looking for a new old lady?

Hey, you borrowed a sense of humor since I saw you last.

Actually, I'm working.

Every hotel needs a good manager, I guess.

For Mrs. Vines.

Wow.

She hired me to recover some stolen property.

What're you doing here?

Hear about the explosion yesterday at the hospital?

Yeah, I heard there was a gas leak in some rez wagon.

No, it was a car bomb.

Killed an elder. Emerson Charley.

Looking for his son, told he's here selling rugs.

Wait, not a Tomas Charley?

Yeah. Why?

He's the one that broke into the Vines'.

I was just talking to him.

Guess I scared him off.

What'd he take from the Vines' house?

Box, uh, from the safe. Don't know what's in it.

Tomas give you the box?

No, but he did tell me where to find it, though.

Drew me a... a map.

Yeah.

I'll drive.

Better be careful that thing don't melt in the sun.

It's a new synthetic polymer.

Space Age, Joe.

So PI work pays enough to stock up

in space-age monkey suits?

Don't entice me with your BIA police salary.

Given any more thought to coming back?

To what? Pound sand for a living?

You mean on the rez?

I mean, wherever sand grows.

Yeah.

The rez is getting more complicated.

When hasn't it?

How's, uh, Bernadette?

Eh, got a new rookie in the office.

I think she might like the roly-poly type.

Wait, you kidding?

She's still pissed off.

At who?

Any advice on how to work my way out of the doghouse?

I don't know, maybe she'll snap out of it

when she sees that space-age fabric.

Couldn't hurt, though.

Wait, could it?

Hurt?

Shit, 'less you mean my eyes.

'Ey?

You, you're something else, Joe Leaphorn.

The hell's that, man?

Relax, people, it's just a sheep.

, who does it belong to?

I don't know, but somebody will.

I'll be at the trading post.

- You get it? - Got it.

There.

What?

This belonged to my son.

He wore it on the day he died.

That's some crazy witchcraft shit right there.

Ah!

Come on.

Come on.

I'll be... I'll be okay.

OK, hold on.

We got to get to the truck, get the rifle.

Hold this.

Here.

Here.

All right.

Try to get on top of him. I'll come up from below.

You ready?

Go.

Shit.

You son of a bitch.

Chee. Chee.

Come on, get up.

Come on.

Sit, sit.

Let me see.

Hold that tight.

I get him?

No.

- He get you? - No.

Can you walk? Can you walk?

Can you give me a minute?

I have to find out who's behind this.

I have to.

Leaphorn sent me to take your statement.

No "How are you? Good to see you."

That boy said a blond man blew up the well.

Now suddenly we got a blond man here killing people.

Bern, he's here.

My son died on what's now your property.

That's got nothing to do with me.

The world needs to know what is going on here.

So you can write something

about "us poor Indians on the rez."

What the hell's going on?

It's the blond man. I think he murdered my son.

I am tired of chasing this guy.

Joe, Joe, Joe!

This isn't about you.

Joe Leaphorn is like a father to me.

The monsters ain't just in the shadows.

They're in broad damn daylight.

If we don't get him by sun-up, he'll be gone forever.

I'm not going to lose him.