All language subtitles for Dark Winds 3x07 (VO)_track3_[eng]

Joe, it's Chee.
Say again, over.

Joe, do you copy?

Chee?

Are you there?

It's not a monster, Jim.

It's a man.

It's just a man.

Natalie, it's Chee.
You copy?

Go ahead, Chee.

Coal Mine Canyon, south end.

You get any of that
from Leaphorn? Over.

What I did,
it didn't sound good.

- Keep this line open.
- Copy.

Ya! Ya!

Natalie.
- Go ahead.

I found
Leaphorn's truck, looted.

Copy.

Natalie.
Shit.

Chee.

Joe?

I'm down,
west side of the canyon,

maybe a half a mile up.

Suspect's on foot,
heading northwest.

He's wounded.

All right, hang on.

Ya!

- Oh.
- You hit?

Oh, my leg.

Oh, shi--

Yeah. All right, just
stay with me, all right?

Yeah.

Hold still.

Aah!

Take it easy.

Aah!

All right.

Where is George?

If you didn't see him, he's--
he's gone or dead.

Hey.
- Yeah.

Shh. Shh.

You get the son of a bitch.

No, I got to get you
to a hospital.

No.
He's wounded.

It should slow him down.

Go get him.
That's an order.

There's a fire road up there.

If he's got a car,
that's where he's headed.

Natalie, I got Leaphorn.
He needs a medic.

We're on the west side,
about a half mile

up from the mouth
of the canyon.

Copy, Felix and Bigman
are en route.

He comes back, you call me.

Got to go back.

Hey!
Navajo Tribal Police!

Put your hands in the air now!

Hands up!

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Mm.

- Hey.
- Hey, Gordo.

Well...

this finally settles it.

You win.

You couldn't even get shot at
with something normal,

could you?

Had to get hit
with a damn ketamine dart.

Son of a bitch shot you
with horse tranquilizer, Joe.

Look at that.
- Jesus.

Guess he didn't know
what kind of thoroughbred

he was trying to put down.

Michael Halsey
was murdered in cold blood

inside the NTP.

Why didn't he come after me

the same way?

You know?

Why am I still here?

You should let us worry
about that right now.

I'm convinced

Roberto De Baca
killed Michael Halsey.

I got a gut feeling about it.

But he wasn't the one with me
in the canyon

looking for George.

I don't think
he has anything to do

with Ernesto Cata's murder.

But you should get
back in bed now, man,

and stay there till Emma comes
to take you home.

She's not coming.
- What do you mean?

She's not coming, Gordo.

She kicked me out.

- Well, that's just--
- It's what I deserve.

You know, there are things
that I've lost in life...

That were taken from me.

And there are things
that I've lost

because of the choices I made.

I made mine.

She made hers.

Can't go back
and undo anything, Gordo.

I'm going forward.

I'll fix it that way,
starting at the canyon.

You ain't done
nothing wrong, Joe.

"When you kill a man,
he's bound to you."

Isn't that what you said?

I thought
I knew what you meant.

I thought I'd never see
BJ Vines again either.

But I do...

every day.

You know, I convinced myself
it was--

it was a...

Haunting me,

that this...

Was real, but...

it wasn't.

It was him--Vines.

What he did...

what I did.

BJ Vines is bound to me now.

I've accepted it,

and I am prepared
to go on living with it.

But I'll tell you one thing.

Whoever it is
that's after George,

he is on the wrong side
of me right now.

Hear me, man.

You ain't alone in this.

I can't guarantee
it will go well.

No, rarely does, but...

we might could get lucky.

I appreciate that.

Looks like you got
a little hitch

in your giddyup there, partner.

Yeah, what's new?

Heard you couldn't hit
the broad side of a barn,

even with a shotgun.

The guy was wearing a hood.

- Ah.
- It threw me off.

Any hits on the APB?

Got roadblocks on every major
artery in and out of here.

Got my boys running
the back roads,

but so far, no sign
of a shot-up sedan

or a wounded man
wearing a hood.

Uh, I'll see if there's
any updates here.

- Thanks, Gordo.
- Yeah.

Any sign of George?

No, but we found his campsite
just up the wash.

Somebody, uh,
looted your truck...

- Yeah.
- And your wallet.

Had to be George--
the guy you ran into out here.

The thing I can't figure is,

why would either one want to
loot your truck or your wallet?

I don't know.

Well... this way.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Are those prints?

Yeah.

They're the same ones we saw
at the Cata scene.

Yeah, they ransacked the place.

I think it was George
who looted my truck,

stole money from my wallet...

For a train ticket to Reno.

There's a train that leaves
for Reno every Friday morning.

Tomorrow.

Well, whoever
you ran into out here,

they found this schedule
before us.

They're going to know where
George is tomorrow, too.

What the hell is that?

I don't know,
but it's not coal.

Give me that pail.

Whatever this was...

George didn't want anyone
to find it.

Where's my camera?

Hey.

You're not going to go in there
and do anything crazy.

I won't.

Good, 'cause you saw
what Budge is capable of.

You go in there half-cocked,
and I don't know what--

Yeah, I hear you.

Yeah, well, we got
to figure something out...

a strategy together.

Let's talk about it over lunch.

Okay.

Lunch.

That son of a bitch.

PIG.

Ivan destroyed this...
on purpose?

Why would he do that?

Because he's
on Spenser's payroll...

along with Ed Henry

and I don't know
who else in there.

Bern, we got to be
careful here.

Look, I know what we saw,

and I know
how they're doing it.

The girl from the river
was trying to tell me.

Tell you what?

PIG--
Pipeline Inspection Gadgets.

They're designed
to clean oil pipelines,

but they are perfect
for smuggling drugs.

The drugs I saw in Juarez will
be on Spenser Ranch shortly,

if they aren't already.

This is our chance
to get them--

Spenser, Ed, Ivan, all of them.

Bern, this is--
- I know.

But I can't do this alone.

You're the only one I trust.

I know a judge.

She'll get us a warrant
without tipping anyone off.

Good.

You're sure
about this, right?

You're sure
you want to do this?

- I'm sure.
- Ivan.

Shit.

I'm supposed to go
to lunch with him.

I'll get the warrant.
Meet you back at my place.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Have fun, you two.

I wanted to return these.

I was also hoping
we could talk.

I have nothing to say.

Well, then, if I may.

I'm sorry to speak so plainly,
Mrs. Leaphorn.

But I believe your husband
murdered BJ Vines.

You believe it,
or you can prove it?

It's his alibi
I don't believe.

You said he was
with you all night

the night Vines disappeared.

Is that the truth?

Why are you doing this?

It's my job.

Did your husband
make you lie for him?

Because you don't strike me
as a liar.

You don't know me.

I know you're a good woman,

a respected matriarch
in this community.

You spent your life
helping others,

especially the young women
on this reservation.

Nobody in Washington
cares about us

or what happens
on this reservation.

This is about you, isn't it?

Maybe about the reason
someone sent you

all the way out here

to work on something
no one cares about.

You're right.

No one in Washington cares
about what goes on out here,

except for me.

I'm here now, and I--

I want to tell you, you're
on the wrong side of this.

Your husband's life is a lie,

but yours doesn't have to be.

I'll be, uh, at the station

when you decide
you're ready to talk, okay?

There's something
in his mouth.

Take it out.
- I can't.

What, uh--
what are you thinking?

I've seen this stuff before.

Where?

Bernadette.

I used a clay mold like this

when I melted down
Joe Jr.'s belt buckle

into that feather I gave Bern.

Give me the Cata evidence box.

The arrowhead.

Shit.

Can I get you
anything else, cowboy?

- No, thanks.
- How about a check?

Here you go.

♪ If you see me walking... ♪

Not hungry?

Nope.

♪ If you see me staring... ♪

I decided I'll back you...

whatever you want to do
about Spenser.

♪ If you think
I still miss you... ♪

Well, I'm thinking
of taking a step back.

It's not worth the risk.

Well, it's what you want,
isn't it?

For me to drop it?

It just doesn't sound
like you.

Yeah, well, watching
someone die does that.

Yeah, but if you
want to get Spenser,

this may be our only shot.

I don't think so.

You know, these guys make
mistakes all the time, Ivan.

And sooner or later,
Spenser will make another one.

Hey...

Come to my place tonight.

I'll cook.

No work, just us.

Maybe tomorrow.

At least let me pay.
- No, I got it.

I insist.

Lieutenant Leaphorn,
Sergeant Chee, how are you?

You leaving?

Yeah.

We lost our grant.

Dr. Reynolds left yesterday,
and I'm leaving today.

Anything I can help you with?

Yeah, this.

That's the arrowhead that we
found in Ernesto Cata's mouth.

I've seen Dr. Reynolds
use molds like this.

It's a clay polymer
sandblasted coating

to protect what you dig up.

Isn't that right?

Yes, but that
didn't come from here.

I've personally overseen
every single dig at this site.

There hasn't been
an artifact unaccounted for.

Dr. Reynolds told me
that arrowhead

was a souvenir, a fake.

Who makes a protective mold
for a worthless souvenir?

- May I take a closer look?
- Of course.

Oh.

What is it?

When Dr. Reynolds told me
we lost our grant,

he told me to stop digging.

I didn't, not right away.

I found this yesterday.

This is
a real Folsom arrowhead.

Uh, Dr. Reynolds must have
brought it in

without my knowledge and...

chipped off the piece
and buried it for me to find.

He's seeding the site.

Why?

'Cause he's a fraud.

You said he's been trying
to prove his theory

for decades.

Maybe when he realized
he couldn't make history...

he decided to manufacture it.

Flintknapping is a delicate process.

Only a handful of people
could flake a Folsom arrow

for seeds.

I'm willing to bet
Dr. Reynolds is one of them.

You said those boys
worked here.

They never thought
he'd come back that night.

They had no idea they were
unraveling Dr. Reynolds' plan.

Men like Dr. Reynolds...

they only care
about one thing...

legacy.

He has made his reputation

by coming
to places like this...

And taking
whatever he needed...

from us...

and from our dead.

And no one is allowed
to take a thing from him...

Not George Bowlegs...

Ernesto Cata...

not even you.

But wait.

I was with Dr. Reynolds

at a conference in Flagstaff
that night.

We even had breakfast
the next morning.

Flagstaff is four hours
from here, round trip.

Plenty of time
to get down and back

without anyone
knowing he's gone.

This his?

Mine, but he has
one just like it.

Oh, my God.

Where are you staying?

May Lake Motel
in Scarborough.

Dr. Reynolds
staying there, too?

He checked out yesterday.

Go there.
Pack quickly.

Drive straight
to Scarborough PD.

Chief Sena will take
your statement there,

keep you safe
until we find him.

Let's go.

- Reynolds is long gone by now.
- He's not gone.

He's wounded.

George is the only witness
to his crime.

Reynolds needs him dead.
- It'll be nightfall soon.

Both of them'll have to hole up
till dawn.

Yep, and we'll be waiting
for 'em,

'cause we know something
that Dr. Reynolds

doesn't know we know.

Where George'll be
at 11:07 tomorrow morning.

- Along with Dr. Reynolds.
- Mm-hmm.

Train leaves tomorrow morning
at 11:07 a.m.

There'll be a crowd
waiting to board.

Make it harder to see George
but easier for us to blend in.

Yeah, it's important
to keep a low profile.

This, uh, guy Reynolds
so much as smells a cop,

and he'll run--
same with the kid.

So, if you see him,
get on your radio fast, yeah?

Yeah.

Anything else, Lieutenant?

Let's bring George home safe.

Do you have a minute,
Agent Washington?

Yeah, of course.

In private?

Does my office work?

Hey.

You were right.

About what?

I tried my best
to be a good person...

a good mother, wife.

When my son died...

losing a child like that,
it tested me.

When I found out BJ Vines

was responsible
for my son's death,

I wanted him punished.

I did.

But men like BJ Vines
are never punished.

They come into our communities,

and they take,
and they take, and they take.

Surviving that kind of theft
leaves a hole in your spirit.

And in that darkness,
I found myself consumed

with violent thoughts
of revenge.

But I choose not to live
in that dark place.

And my traditional ceremonies
have helped me heal.

When you found Vines' body...

I started reliving the loss
of my son all over again.

At first, I blamed you,
but I realized it's not you.

You are not the one...

keeping the ghost alive
in my home.

The trauma of my son's death
has consumed my husband.

It's taken all the room
in his heart for me...

And the memory of our son

and our life together.

It's left me alone.

I blame him for that...

for his weakness.

I hope one day
I can forgive him.

But until that day...

I walk alone.

Your husband wasn't with you

the night BJ Vines
was murdered, was he?

Yes, he was.

He was with me all night.

♪ Crossroads ♪

♪ Seem to come and go ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ The gypsy flies
from coast to coast ♪

Emma.

- How's your work?
- It's fine.

What's all this in the back?

I'm going to my sister's
in Fillmore.

For how long?

♪ But back home
he'll always run ♪

Hey.

♪ To sweet Melissa ♪

Stop.

♪ No one hears
his lonely sighs ♪

Just talk to me.

Please stop.

♪ Lord, in his deepest dreams,
the gypsy flies ♪

♪ With sweet Melissa ♪

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

I could've swore my door
was closed for a reason.

I'm out.

Mm, your little girlfriend
getting to you?

What, you think I don't know
everything goes on around here?

No, the minute Spenser said

that he felt
like he was being watched,

I knew it was Manuelito.

But you--

You're not fool enough
to be drinking her Kool-Aid,

are you, Ivan?

You told me all I had to do
was look the other way

and let the tankers go.

- Mm-hmm.
- And I did that.

The past year,
I've been doing that.

But she won't.

And nothing better happen
to her because she don't.

Now, you see,
that right there, that's the--

that's the reason
I chose you for this--

'cause you're the loyal type.

But, son, don't--don't confuse
where your loyalties lie,

you know?

Because it--

You know, with Budge...

There's no out.

♪ Hangman, hangman ♪

♪ Hold it a little while ♪

♪ I think I see
my friends coming ♪

Hey.

♪ Riding a many mile ♪

♪ Hangman, hangman ♪

♪ Hold it a little while ♪

♪ I think I see
my brother coming ♪

♪ Riding a many mile ♪

♪ Brother, did you get me
some silver? ♪

♪ Did you get a little gold? ♪

♪ What did you bring me,
my brother ♪

♪ To keep me
from the gallows pole? ♪

♪ Brother, I brought
you some silver, yeah ♪

♪ I brought a little gold ♪

♪ I brought
a little of everything ♪

♪ To keep you
from the gallows pole ♪

♪ Yes, I brought you ♪

♪ To keep you
from the gallows pole ♪

♪ Hangman, hangman ♪

♪ Turn your head awhile ♪

♪ I think I see
my sister coming ♪

♪ Riding a many mile ♪

♪ Mile, mile, mile ♪

Where is everybody?

Relax.
We got 'em, Bern.

I'll call the local cops,
get us some backup.

What?