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Previously on "Dark Winds"...

What would it take to get you to stay?

Coming down to the rez

and killing Indians wasn't your idea, was it?

BJ Vines and his People of Darkness.

You take him now,

we'll never find out who he's working for,

and I can't live with that, can you?

It's out of our hands.

- He got away. He got away. - Okay. Okay.

One more step, and the undertaker

will be picking buckshot from your teeth.

Do you know who I am?

So how bad is it?

Well, the Navajo cop, Leaphorn...

he suspects I work for you.

And it's tied to the Drumco explosion,

but he can't prove it.

You sure of that?

Well, the proof was in that box, right?

I took care of that.

They'll be looking for you to head to Old Mexico.

I were you, I'd go east toward Durango.

That's all I have in the house right now.

That's about $5,000.

Is anyone else here?

No.

Straight out this path two miles,

there's a Jeep in a shed, all gassed up, ready to go.

Yeah.

Linda.

So did you see Barbara when you came in?

Yeah, we... we said hello.

You know, you always told me it wasn't a competition.

You always got to go me one better, don't you?

I don't know what the hell happened, Joe.

He was on me...

before I had time to react.

Yeah.

Found your pen in the back seat.

Used it to pick the cuffs.

You...

ever kill anyone, Joe?

I've been involved in it...

in the war.

But me personally... no.

In 1957,

I get called to a domestic...

and I found this guy out back lying under a tree,

hangman's noose dangling above him.

Turns out he shot his wife to death in their bed.

Now he can't go on living without her.

But he's afraid if he commits suicide,

he'll go to hell, so...

he calls the law on hisself.

I was damn near on top of him before I seen the pistol.

He raises his arm and points it right at me.

I stayed with him under that tree.

He died...

right as the ambulance pulled up.

I was the last thing he ever saw.

Now, think about that.

When you kill a man, they're bound to you.

Wherever you go in this life, they're with you.

Maybe the next one, too.

I don't know.

I don't know either.

Last night I laid there

with my eyes closed, playing possum...

'Cause I was afraid if I opened them...

He'd be the last thing I ever saw.

And I...

I...

You were hurt, in shock.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah. Let's go with that.

Yes?

Hi. I'm, uh...

Is the other maid, Gabriella... is she around?

No, señor.

Mr. Chee...

I gather you've, uh, confirmed my suspicions?

No.

But you've confirmed Tomas Charley's.

Oh? How so?

He told me you're a witch.

I don't believe in witches, but he did.

So do a lot of other people around here.

And after what I saw last night at your little shindig,

I wonder if you're one of them.

Jorge...

Take this.

My spiritual adventures are none of your business.

I advise you to not mess with what you don't understand,

Ben.

You can steal our ceremonies,

but you'll never get off the black road.

Where's your wife?

I'll tell you what...

we gave it a shot, didn't we, Mr. Chee?

Let's see, uh...

you came up with nothing.

I hate paying for nothing, but...

A deal's a deal.

Don't worry about Rosemary. She's dug her own grave.

How's... ?

Maybe you ought to come around more, find out.

I'm gonna run something by you.

I think Vines hired the blond man to blow up Drumco well.

He's killing everybody who can tie him to it.

You better have your sheep sheared

and your silver shined before you go after a man like Vines.

Yeah, well, I found the geology report

for the Drumco site up on the Malpaís.

The blond man tried to burn it,

along with some other things from Vines's safe.

The only way that Vines

could've got his hands on that report

is if Dillon Charley gave it to him or was paid to.

Keep talking.

Dillon worked for Drumco. He and Vines were close.

Vines supported his church.

- People of Darkness. - Yeah.

I think Dillon was dealing Vines information

about the Drumco drilling operation.

That explosion was almost four years ago.

Dillon Charley's been dead two.

Why these killings now?

'Cause Emerson Charley found out he was dying from cancer.

- It changed everything. - How?

Emerson knew what his brother had done

and that Vines had something on Dillon

that he kept in his safe.

Emerson didn't want to die with his brother's stain on his conscience.

So I think he asked Tomas to get the report from the safe

so he could take it to the authorities before he died.

That's a lot of ifs you're thinking.

What else you got?

You.

Nobody knows more about explosives...

how they work, what they leave behind.

If I'm going to tie Vines to this,

the first step is proving that that blond man

blew up that well.

Look at these.

These structures... this one's frayed.

This one's splintering.

He blew this one,

and the rest just fell in on themselves.

Wouldn't you put the bomb down here where the oil is?

He wanted it to look like an accident.

He put it up high.

So, when it blew...

it blew away from the derrick.

Once a bomb maker designs a bomb that works,

he sticks with it.

It becomes his signature.

So, if he was here,

he would've used the same blue wire,

the same clock,

same Semtex he used on the doll...

and on the bomb that killed Emerson Charley.

We need to check every penetrable surface

within 100 yards of that derrick.

If we're gonna find anything,

that's where it'll be.

I'll check those structures.

You get up that windmill.

How in the hell am I supposed to get up there with a broken arm?

You've got two of them, don't you?

Jesus.

All right.

What?

Now you know...

for all the good it'll do you.

What is so important about this stuff?

What am I not getting?

Thank you.

Here's how it'll happen.

When you go to arrest BJ Vines,

the sheriff will take him into custody

and the white judge Vines put in the office

will release him on bail.

Vines' lawyers will work the system,

and the charges will be dropped.

No, y-you're wrong.

White Justice...

Indian justice...

two different things.

It's as true today as it was in my day.

The Charleys deserves a little Indian justice.

So does my grandson.

That don't mean they'll get it.

Times have changed, Henry.

Times have...

but things haven't.

Okay, so Tomas was having an affair with Rosemary Vines.

I get why these photos would be on his camera, but...

why would he have pictures of this?

If I had to guess,

I'd say that after he stole the lockbox from Vines' safe,

he looked inside, saw it,

for whatever reason decided to take a picture of it.

Let me see that.

BJ Vines doctored the report that got filed with the state.

Tomas Charley took a picture of this one, the original,

before it was doctored.

It shows there's uranium on that property.

And the one Dillon filed with the state...

Shows there's no uranium there at all.

That's why Vines wanted the original destroyed.

Vines blew up the well to spook Drumco

into selling it to him for cheap?

And he didn't care that it cost six people their lives?

Natalie! Find Gordo Sena.

Tell him we need a warrant for BJ Vines.

Tell him to have the judge meet us at the office.

Bring that!

Hey, Chief, glad you're back.

- What the hell? - You're under arrest.

What's the charge?

Conspiracy to commit homicide.

I'll have my lawyers up your ass

before the sun goes down

and still there when it comes up again.

Let's go.

- How about some pants? - Nope.

I read your story.

It's your story. I just wrote it down.

My son gave us more love and joy

than we'd ever known.

Maybe we wouldn't have had any more children,

but that was my choice to make,

not the government's,

not a doctor's, mine.

To treat a whole race of people like cattle

and just cull the herd

because you're afraid there'll be too many of us?

What kind of person do you have to be to do that?

What kind of country?

Publish it.

- You're sure? - I'm sure.

Going public with what you have done for these women...

I don't want you to be under any illusion.

It's risky.

Staying quiet is more risky.

Chee!

... lady wants to talk to you.

I've been looking for you. I went to your house.

I spent the night at Gabriela's.

Was she there?

Of course. Why wouldn't she be?

- Where's your, um... - I don't need it.

Since when?

Mr. Chee, why must you al...

I'm sure you heard about Ben's troubles.

Troubles...

that's a nice way of putting it.

I told you people were going to get hurt.

I didn't think you meant my husband.

You were worried that Tomas would tell your husband

about the two of you.

That's why you hired me, isn't it...

keep your affair a secret?

I hired you to try to protect my husband.

Who is sitting in a jail cell,

possibly for the rest of his life,

if you get what you want.

You have no idea what I want, Mr. Chee.

- Don't pretend that you do. - I know this much.

You wanted me to find that geological report.

You knew that it was in your husband's lockbox.

You knew that it was the only evidence tying him

to the Drumco explosion.

You knew that if it got out,

he'd be cooked, and you'd be free.

Why do you enjoy upsetting me so much?

You know I get spasms when you do.

Car.

Here, let me.

There you go.

You remind me of myself, Mr. Chee.

Like me, you're all alone.

Wherever we go, we think...

this'll be it.

This will be my place, where I belong.

This will be my home.

And it never is, is it?

You ever been to Acapulco?

I hear it's nice this time of year.

I hate traveling by myself.

I think there'll be plenty of brown people there

to help you with your luggage.

You never know.

It could be the beginning of something good.

I'm good where I am. Thanks.

Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that, Mr. Chee.

Oh, what you were talking about earlier,

your little theory?

Imagine, a frail thing like me capable of all that.

Who'd ever believe it?

I would.

Take care of yourself, Jim Chee.

And, of course, Guy knows that I love the book

"Leaves of Grass," right?

But I can't find it anywhere on the rez.

So a week later,

he shows up at my family's hogan

with a medicine pouch,

and I open it up...

and it's full of blades of grass.

Yeah, that sounds like Guy.

Oh.

Joe, you made him laugh.

Me? Shit, I didn't do anything.

Is that his first laugh?

You have to do an...

What's that?

When a baby laughs for the first time,

it means...

he's finally a person.

So...

we have a First Laugh ceremony.

It's tradition.

All right.

There you go.

So you decided to be one of us now, huh?

You're a person.

Let's do it here.

Been saying we need to get things back in balance

around here.

Since I made him laugh, I think I'm responsible.

Let's do it.

All right.

Hey, I'm going to wash up.

- You'll tell Margaret? - Yeah.

Thanks.

Mining executive BJ Vines

was released from custody this afternoon

from the Valencia County Sheriff's Office

and remains free on bail tonight.

Vines was charged with conspiracy to commit murder

in the Drumco Oil explosion four years ago

that killed six workers...

a charge the millionaire vehemently denies.

In other news, the County Board of Supervisors...

Jesus Christ, Leaphorn.

What...

what are you doing?

Found it on your desk.

You should've hid it in your safe,

where you kept my son's buckle and your other trophies.

Get out of here before you wake my wife.

She's not here.

Neither is your maid.

It's just you and now me.

The Drumco blast...

Why not do it at night when no one's around?

Why?

Why kill all those men?

I've already said on record I had nothing to do with that.

Those six Indians died

in an accidental mine explosion.

That's the way it looks. That's the way it is.

Come again?

Get up.

W-where are we going?

Lieutenant, do you have any idea

how much trouble you're in?

Huh?

You break into my house and kidnap me.

You are in deep shit, my friend.

Whoa!

What the hell are you doing?

W-where are we going?

You know about the Long Walk?

Oh, a-are we making conversation now?

Over 200 of my ancestors,

men, women, and children,

died because they were forced to walk

across the desert barefoot...

without food, without water.

Out there are the spirits of all the people

you and people like you have killed.

I want them to be the last thing you see.

Get out of the car.

Shit.

Walk.

L-listen, Lieutenant.

Hey, Joe. Joe, wait.

I said walk.

Killing me's not going to bring your son back.

You know that.

How much is revenge worth to you, huh...

$1 million, $2 million?

Joe, I'll give you $3 million, Joe, today.

You... you know I'm the richest man in the desert, right?

On your knees.

On your knees.

Oh, God.

God, no, God.

Oh, no, God.

Oh, God.

What's he want?

I don't know.

Hey.

What brings you by, Gordo?

Ah, got some news,

wanted you to hear from me first.

Okay.

I decided to call it quits,

end of the month.

Not gonna finish out your term?

Nah, it's either that or get a divorce, so...

You ain't got to say nothing.

I just wanted to tell you myself.

So there it is.

Oh, and come Monday...

judge is going to issue a warrant for BJ Vines.

Son of a bitch skipped bail.

Kind of a strange deal, actually.

Checked his bank records,

checked the airlines and trains and buses.

Nobody's seen the man since he got hisself out of jail.

It's like he just...

vanished.

Strange, like you said.

Yep.

Well...

somebody else's problem now.

Well, take care of yourself, Joe.

- You too, Gordo. - Okeydoke.

Oh, one... one more thing...

if I was you...

I'd run...

In the fall for my office.

Thanks, but I'm not much of a politician.

I think I'll stay where I'm at.

Captain.

Lawrence.

How long you been standing there?

Your whole life.

Here, let me get that for you, son.

Okay.

You little monkey. You're a little monkey.

Oh, there you are.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay, sit down.

Ah, okay.

So, honey, you're gonna have to make sure you help him

with the distribution of the salt, okay?

So... is gonna go first.

Where's mine?

Why, thank you.

Hey.

Thank you.

Ooh.

Ooh.

I think he just farted.

Hey.

Thanks for coming by today. I appreciate it.

What's going on?

I'm taking the Border Patrol job.

I thought you might.

What was it that finally made up your mind?

Just seeing a monster like BJ Vines walk away and...

not being able to do a damn thing about it.

Henry's right.

There's two sets of rules...

one for us...

and one for people like Vines.

And we're just supposed to, what, pretend that there isn't?

I'm sorry, Joe.

I just can't pretend anymore.

You know, I...

You ready?

Whoa. What happened?

Those leisure suits finally wear out their welcome?

Thought I'd stick around a while, give Leaphorn a hand.

- He'll need it without you. - That's good.

I will have some big shoes to fill, of course...

like, huge, literally Sasquatch big.

Hey.

I'd take my big feet over your little hands any day.

They're not little.

- Come on. - Mm-hmm.

Keep telling yourself that.

So...

this is you leaving?

This is me.

I got something for you.

More piñon nuts?

I thought you'd might want your medicine back.

You don't need it?

Got my own.

Wow.

Okay.

I guess I rubbed off on you after all.

Not enough.

I wish you'd come sooner.

I'm sorry.

Indian time.

Bye, Chee.

Goodbye, Bernadette.

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