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Water windmill, subunit 6.

And there's somebody out there holding a big grudge against it.

Finds new and ingenious ways to sabotage the thing on a regular, weekly basis.

Crime of the century.

Guess who lands this plum assignment?

Officer Jim Chee.

Couldn't have anything to do with me just being transferred here last week.

Had to have been in Navajo, one of my own people who did this.

frustration this used to be something called joint use territory

land shared equally by both Navajo and Hopi then one day with

the flick of someone's pen in DC joint use is suddenly just Hopi use

who knows a year from now maybe they flip it all around to

just Navajo use that's the way it goes way it's always been

Yep, we're gonna go without you.

It's the same as when I was young.

When I was young, I didn't know how to swim.

It's good to be able to swim.

It's good to be able to catch fish.

It's good to be able to catch fish.

Another perk granted to the new cop on the block, stakeout.

Hours of stakeout.

Years.

On the unlikely chance that some Navajo bootlegger is gonna

cruise a truckload of moonshine past a police car parked in plain sight.

Most guys think it's grunt work.

I like the time alone.

Gives me a chance to study.

The old ways.

I wanna be a healer, a medicine man.

Sing the blessing way, and I chant.

Unit 422, Tuba City.

Unit 422, go ahead.

Say, is that Jim Chee?

How's it going?

Fine, thanks.

Uh, listen, uh...

Shirley.

Shirley Topaha.

Yeah, Shirley, what's the description on those bootleggers we're after?

It's a green 63-4 pickup 422, Priscilla Beastie and her boys.

You have to be pretty good to catch her.

Hold on there a minute, please

-Yay! -Yay!

Charlie I got a little bit of a problem here

It's bodywork a lot of it

Paint trim new door seal

But you're okay, huh?

Oh, yes, sir.

Thank goodness for that, huh?

And how are you doing, uh, running my windmill, Vandal?

Uh, nothing new, Lieutenant, but I'm...

So that'd be nothing at all, then.

I can't have this sort of thing, G.

Vandalism.

Can't stand that.

Get it cleared up.

I will, Lieutenant.

Any more ideas about suspects?

Well...

I have to move a whole lot of Navajo off

of Hopi partition land So I'd say that makes

More suspects and I can count Take from there and get it narrowed down.

Yeah down to one and catch him Yes, sir Well one more thing

You hear of any, uh, witchcraft talk around Malachi Point?

Witchcraft?

Yeah. No, sir, I'm still too new around here.

Nobody's gonna tell me anything about witches.

Right.

They might think you're one, huh?

Seems like you've had sort of a tough

first week coming into a new district and all.

You know, I talked to Captain Billigoodie over at Crown Point.

He says you're a first-rate man.

Thank you.

Of course, I don't know Captain Billigoodie.

And she

What's this?

Sort of an advertisement.

Yeah, I see.

Medicine man, huh?

A cop who's a singer.

Isn't that sort of, uh, contradiction in terms?

Just make people nervous, won't it?

They don't know if you're gonna catch the bad guy or heal him.

Well, lieutenant, I...

That'll be all, officer.

Hi.

What is it, Ms.

-Topa? -Sheriff's deputy called and he

wants someone to meet him down at Burnt Water.

Something about a body.

Your G that's right

The pretty old Ashy.

But you can call me cowboy.

I pretty much prefer that

Let's hit it.

Our boy ain't getting any less rape.

Where are we going?

Balachi Point.

Don't they tell you guys anything?

Balachi Point?

Any directions?

Well, that's Hopi land now your guys

jurisdiction that's a fact so what am I doing here?

professional courtesy and maybe you can give us a hand with the ID

Kid who found us stiff said it was Navajo.

How'd the kid know it was Navajo?

Beats me.

Maybe it was the smell.

This is not my idea of a good time.

A body found on Hopi land?

Leaphorn said there was talk of witchcrafts up here.

This is none of my business.

Let this Hopi, this cowboy, deal with it.

Yep.

Coyote's had a real meal.

Yeah, we Hopis have our hangups, but I know how you Navajos are about to die.

So, how about you let me take care of this one?

No, it's okay.

I was with a job.

So, are you a college man?

Yeah.

University of New Mexico.

Anthropology.

No kidding.

I do science myself.

They got all those corpse cooties scrubbed away?

What can I say?

It's been a pure pleasure Albert nice to meet again real soon.

Oh our association ain't over today quite

yet Lieutenant of yours gave a call up here.

We're to proceed directly to the burnt water

trading post Your jurisdiction is time cheap your case

That's all she wrote, fellas.

Bastard pretty much cleaned me out.

All right, that was my favorite piece Jim But burned me damn

kids stealing from the folks who made this stuff as much as me.

It's their porn, you know, I Just don't get it Well,

maybe he figured he had it coming Had it coming What do

you think I didn't pay him off before I canned his lazy ass, huh?

Joseph musket 9350 I Never walk away

from it that No offense

Jake, I just meant most Navajos only steal when they're broke

Right there Jim, but some Navajos like so many men are just playing thieves.

Hey, Jake Why don't you use your psychic

powers and don't see where muskets at?

Save them all that time.

I know most of that stuff's plain old sideshow sucker

play, but You know Jim there are

some things I know For instance

you're thinking of a car Jim

Not me.

Sure you are.

It's right on the tip of your tongue.

Come on.

Three of diamonds.

Just so, Jim.

That's very good.

Thanks.

Fitzgerald, see? We're burnin' daylight.

Later, Jake.

Well, Jake,

no offense, man.

Same here, Jim, and I'm taking.

Back to square one, stalking the wild windmill.

Oh 200 hours and it has yet to display any

activity that could be regarded as suspicious

Peace.

We know the pilot, a guy named Pauling.

Not too bright.

Obviously, right?

And, uh, the guy on the ground, we know him too.

He's a lawyer out of Houston.

And the other fella, we'll see.

But that Wigwam Motel bit, that's what I can't figure out.

Officer Chee, you said in your report that you saw someone else at the scene.

After the car drove up?

No, I said I heard something.

I saw some dust, that's all.

And I thought it was a truck, not a car.

Oh, yeah, right, right.

Well, our people found four sets of footprints at the scene.

Ah, someone climbing out of the wash, like you said.

The lawyer's pointy Italian jobs, a set

of waffle soles, and a set of cowboy boots.

Yours.

And in some places, the cowboy boots stepped on waffle soles and pointy toes.

And in some places, vice versa.

You're saying I was out there at the same time as everyone else?

I'm just asking whether you can help me with this.

Help you how? Show the FBI how to read tracks?

Hey, I'm not pointing fingers here, lieutenant.

But it's real clear to me that someone local's involved in this.

Anything else you want with my officer agent, Johnson?

One thing.

You said the plane went down about 3.30?

That's right.

And you called in your report at 5.10.

Now, let's say it takes 20 minutes to get to the scene.

20 minutes there, 20 minutes back to your unit.

Well, that leaves 40 minutes unaccounted for.

That's a long time, don't you think?

If you're holding your breath.

Right.

Right.

I'm going to have to remember that.

You figure he really thinks I had something to do with this?

No, not you.

Just a local.

Just you there in the smell of it right now, that's all.

Sure got here off and past, didn't he?

Almost like the... Look, all you have to

think about are speeders and public intoxication.

That's your job, all right?

Finding the burnt water burglar, that's your job, okay?

Your responsibility is to find my windmill vandal, who just by the

way, officer, she disabled subunit six again while you were busy elsewhere.

No kidding.

By the way

Just don't get it.

Is that right?

No, sir.

I get it.

I'll stay out of the wash.

I promise.

Don't promise.

Just do it.

Is that it?

I know Johnson has a problem with those 40 minutes, but do you?

No, I don't think so.

Of course, I know something he doesn't.

I know how slow you work.

Cause of death?

Crowbar crammed straight through the heart of the driveshaft housing.

Quick, simple, and merciful.

It probably never felt a thing.

Why don't you have the same pity on me?

The Belugan I think I'm a coke smuggler if not a murderer My boss

is ready to bust me down a crossing guard and you Whoever you are

Have finally screwed up

Ground's too soft for boots, friend.

You should know better than that.

Might as well have drawn me a map.

Spring dried up now but there used to be a spring here

the windmill sucked it dry

Spring

dried up.

Hopi.

Oh, jeez.

It's 55 on the res deputy, uh-huh

I suppose you're gonna give me a ticket.

Well, that depends.

Your bando's gotta be one of the geishas.

I don't know.

There's a little dried-up spring just below my windmill.

Somebody's taking care of it.

What, over there?

I wouldn't know.

Not my village.

Forget that.

Believe me.

Waste of time.

Yeah, we make progress over at the sheriff's office.

Richard Polanser, a known associate of narcotic traffickers.

Yeah, they figure he's one of the guys at the drop.

Polanser?

You figure he's Waffle Sold's?

Yeah, they figure...

everybody's working for him.

Only thing they're not sure of is whether you drove or rode shotgun.

Yeah?

What do you think?

Oh, if the plane went down in Alaska, they'd be looking for Eskimos.

I'd say that Blanchard and that truck are a thousand miles gone by now.

I'd relax, that was you.

Yeah, well, it's me the big dogs are after just now.

Coroner, identify that body we found yet?

How much to identify?

The Canaan Indians ain't exactly a priority item.

Well, if someone's out there killing

people, I don't want to be the last one to know.

I need to talk to whoever found that body.

Who did?

Some kid.

Who knows?

You know,

just like you know who's tending that spring.

You're overestimating me, man.

Okay.

Thanks for the time, cowboy.

Let's keep something real straight here, okay?

Okay.

I like what I do.

I love what I do.

But I also know who I am.

So if I start poking around, handing over names, making life

difficult for my people, you gotta play straight with me, G.

And you gotta promise me something, too.

What's that?

If I'm the one who ends up arresting your butt...

Don't resist.

I promise.

Thirty-four.

Thirty-three.

It was on the 10th a few days before

the dances you ever see the dead man before

How do you think he died?

Grandfather said a skinwalker pattern.

Skinwalker?

What's that about, anyway?

They say that Navajo witches take the skin that has a

person's soul stamped on it, like from the bottom of your

feet or your fingers, and they grind it into what they call corpse powder.

Why?

They sort of blow it onto people they want to kill.

That's crude.

I gotta get back to work now.

Okay, sure.

She has all that going on.

You had to eat something.

It's a loud need me.

Yeah, it is shut in there

-That's it. -That's it.

They need beauty.

Yeah, Jim, I don't suppose there's been any progress on my burglary.

Oh Well, we're still waiting for some of

the stolen jewelry to show up About musket.

I'm kind of thinking he might be tied up in this drug

smuggling business out there on the wash That's the

number one topic now no windmills gonna compete with that

Anyway, this musket, he's a jailbird.

All right, parolee, huh?

Yeah, a damn busy one, too.

Well...

That wreck in the wash is not really my case, but I will pass it on.

Drunk and disorderly over and over in T.W.I.

Burglary dismissed.

Simple possession.

Possession with intent to distribute a controlled substance.

Joseph Muscat.

Two years, sir.

-Thief. -Drug smuggler.

What else?

So if musket is part of this drug business, like

Jake said, then maybe this all starts to make some sense.

No way can an-of-state belugana like Palanzer pull something like this off.

The feds were right.

There had to be a local involved.

Somebody who knows a desert like his own backyard.

Musket.

Where's the burglary come in?

Do him and Polanser stage a break-in at the trading post so

when it all goes down, when we wash, who's gonna suspect Musket?

He's a felon on the run.

He's 2,000 miles away from here.

Maybe, in all the excitement, Mr. Musket gets

careless for a second and leaves a little something behind.

medicine pouch the herbs and rattle sticks used to

sing the enemy way to purify the soul the old ways

Who is this guy?

Mrs. Muska?

I'm Jim Chee.

I've come from Tuba City.

I'd like to talk to you about your son, Joseph.

I am not a child of God, but a messenger of God.

I am a woman of God, a messenger of God.

But I am not a child of God.

You are not a child of God.

I was born to the world,

and I will live there forever.

Why are you not going to the village?

I have to go to the village.

I have to go to the village to see my son.

John, what will you do there?

I don't know.

I can't go there.

I just want to go there and get some money.

I have a lot of work to do, I have a lot

of work to do, I have a lot of work to do.

Yes, but it's not easy.

I'm not used to it.

You're not used to it, but it's not that bad.

I'm not used to it, but I'm not sure I can do it.

You can do it.

You can do it.

But you have to be strong.

You can do it.

Yes.

I'm not sure I can do it.

I'm not sure I can do it.

I'm going to go to bed.

I'm going to sleep.

I don't want to wake up at night.

I'm going to sleep.

I'm going to sleep.

musket it just doesn't fit here's a

guy he gets out of prison

first thing he does is get a hot coffee to purify his body and mind

I returned to the old ways, a new

beginning, erased the mistakes of the past.

This is someone about to set up a drug deal and murder.

No way

But who else could have been out in the wash that night with Balanza?

I don't know what we were thinking.

I have no idea what we were thinking.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Everything all right here?

Oh, um...

Fine, thanks.

I'm just...

we're just here sort of looking.

We?

Yeah.

Well, he's around here somewhere.

Uh, excuse me, miss, I'm officer Jim Cheek.

Who might you be?

Hello there.

Did I hear that correctly, Yuchi?

Ben Gaines High, Miss Pauling's attorney.

Her late husband was the pilot

of this aircraft he found.

Howard Pauling, Jr. My husband.

Oh, howdy.

How the fuck did you manage in the middle of

all this nowhere to smack into a fucking rock?

You were there.

Can you tell me?

The point of impact was out there on that road when he practiced.

He drew a line as a marker for whoever

put the lanterns out for him for the drop.

Whoever it was didn't put the lanterns out there, though.

They put them right here by this rock.

And that was that.

You mean it wasn't an accident?

Gail, that's only a theory.

I'm going to be sick.

Could I have a word with you?

I guess it's true.

You boys can read tracks, huh?

Yeah.

Have to know how to find lost sheep.

That's a good one.

You know, it seems to me the police...

aren't having a whole lot of luck finding

that truck you saw driving off the other night.

Or the fellow driving it.

You see, there may well have been cargo in that plane.

And if you were to happen to find some of that...

why, I'm sure a big reward would be made available...

from the government or whoever.

Big one.

You know?

The lady and I, we were staying up the

road in that hotel in Holbrook, the, uh...

Wigwam.

That's the one.

So if you were to happen on to something, if you'd let me know,

in a quiet sort of way, I

would very quietly make arrangements.

You know what I mean.

Can we, uh, drop you anywhere?

Does Gaines think I've got the truck, or just that I'm

in contact, if not in business, with Polanza and Musket?

If Musket even is involved.

Hey, Chief!

Starboy?

Your lucky day, Ace.

Just got the call.

A piece of that burnt water pond turned itself up in Tee Snow's post.

And?

And the girl who tried to sell it says this Navajo gave it to her.

Some sort of morning after thank you, ma'am.

A guy by the name of Joseph Musket.

Thanks, Starboy.

Hello there.

Are you Edna Nezzy?

I already told all I know to some other cop.

I know that.

Police?

He was sweet, and he gave me that necklace, and he told me I was beautiful.

Where'd he go, did he say?

I don't remember.

It's too bad, too.

He was very proper and he told me his clan and everything.

What clan was that?

Hmm, let's see, some...

Red Forehead, born for water comes together people.

I'm Rock Gap, born for salt.

What are you?

This is him, right?

This is Musket.

I guess.

I mean, it could be.

But it was dark, and I was drinking.

But what he said to me,

-that... -Why did you ask me that?

No reason.

Thanks for your time, Edna.

Hey, wait.

Wait.

Could I...

Could I have that picture?

Sure, sure you could.

Thanks again.

Thank you.

Holy God, I just need to ask you a couple of quick questions

Stay or go, but close the door, okay?

Mrs. Pauling, I was wondering if your

husband ever mentioned a friend named Musket.

Joseph Musket?

Not that I remember.

You sure?

I guess.

What about a Richard Polanser?

No.

Well, if you remember anything, just give me a call, okay?

Previous conviction in connection with narcotics.

known drug trafficker

So, where are they now?

What they just disappear into thin air with a load of somebody

else's coke They're not gonna pop up somewhere and try to sell it

Navajo man killed July 10th.

Is this related in any way?

Was he in on the whole thing and smelled a double cross?

Coincidence.

Robbery committed by musket for money he doesn't even need.

As a diversion it gives him his alibi to disappear so no one suspects

But for some bizarre reason, Busket decides to take the time

to go to a rodeo and give a piece of stolen pawn to some girl.

This is not the behavior of a man on the run.

And musket goes to all the trouble of having

a khatali purify him, return to the old ways.

Why does he need to be purified?

What did he do?

John Doe killed five days before burglary.

musket begins to study the old ways more

than just the old ways he wants to learn

Hopey boy finds body in a place where...

What do you think?

Musket a witch?

Or does he just think he's one?

Wakey, wakey, Jimmy.

What do you think, G?

Is 40 minutes a long time?

Let's find out.

Or we could just talk.

Real nice like.

Huh?

What do you say?

You're simply a pleasure to watch, Larry.

Oh

Take a look around, why don't you?

Well, you certainly are a busy little beaver.

Running around all day long.

Up, down, down.

That Hopie deputy in it with you?

Ben Gaines put the word in your ear, didn't he?

Him and that hot little number he's fuckin' on the side.

You fuckin' her too there, huh, Buck?

You're out of your mind, Johnson.

Clary!

-Ow! -Ow!

Oh, thanks.

Okay, Larry

Let's get real clear on a couple of things, okay, Jimmie-Lance?

I'm the cop and you're the robber, okay?

When you and Palandra stole that shit,

you interrupted the orderly flow of product.

That just isn't done.

You made a whole lot of guys real mad.

Nod if you're getting this.

All right, good.

Now, I know, I know you got that truck head out there, right?

So why don't you hand it over to the good guys?

To me.

Hell, I don't even let you go on being a cop.

Kind of cop, anyway.

You think it over for a day or two.

Those guys looking for you, I figure that's about all the time you got left.

Larry?

Thanks for inviting us in.

Officer Chi, Uncle thanks you.

They pull a gun on you?

No, sir.

Hit you?

Not exactly.

And they'll claim you asked them in.

That's right.

You're screwed.

Face it.

You file a complaint, they got two bellaguna cops, a bellaguna judge.

Forget it.

My advice to you, G.

Yes, sir.

Listen, that girl that musket gave that necklace to, she's a rock-gap girl.

So?

So's Musket.

And no decent Navajo would even dance with a girl from his own clan, but...

he slept with her.

Traditionally speaking, that's incest.

But when Musket got out of prison, he had a singer purify him.

Made himself a medicine pouch.

He returned to the old ways.

I just can't seem to figure out who it is I'm chasing.

Oh, maybe 15 years ago.

Two suspects.

Gallup Motel robbery.

One guy's just a young kid right out of high school, football star.

The other's a stiff old character, traditional Navajo, like you at 30 years.

Neither of these two guys quite clicked on his own.

One had left fingerprints all over the place

and the other had been seen by three witnesses.

So I'm sitting at dinner one night with Emma and

out of the blue, Emma says, maybe they did it together.

So who would have thought?

Two guys so different.

So you got them both?

No, no.

It turned out to be just the kid.

The point is, maybe you got two muskets.

Two.

One's a traditional Navajo, and the other's a weak man.

Got any sick days?

Yeah, a couple, but...

Take a week.

Go see your folks.

Got any friends, go visit them.

But get out of here.

And stay clear of old Wheatwash.

Got it?

Yes, sir.

Sorry, Lieutenant, but you haven't met Johnson's buddy, Larry.

I've got to find that truck Unless it just rose up and flew

there's only one way a truck comes in and out of this wash

See where it came in, but there's no track showing it ever left.

It's still in here

Somewhere.

Waffle souls.

There's only a handful of places big enough

to hide a truck, and now we're down to one.

Waffle souls,

walking away,

backtrack.

You can't.

You brushed him away.

Nice try,

but it ain't exactly calculus to see where they came from.

Pull the answer.

Again, buckle, buckle, she grabbed me by the shins.

All righty then, we'll see you, hon.

Okay, bye, Earl.

I'm gonna do it

Your name Yeah, I guess How's it going

with you you found your man yet?

Federal crime on a hobby land pretty much got

me off that case Just got too big for us lowly.

Hope the deputies Don't trust you, huh?

Why did you get me out here G?

What is it you want now?

Just wanted to say,

I haven't forgot my promise, cowboy.

Here you go.

I love it.

Here's your pie, Albert.

-Here you go. -Good job, man.

Good job.

I'm just not that strong.

Good job.

You just can't leave well enough alone, Adichie.

No.

I'm just surprised, is all.

There wasn't anything inside?

A few butts in the ashtray.

Rental papers in the glove box.

But no big bundles labeled cocaine.

Old truck stank like it was washed out with Lysol.

No prints, no maps, no machine guns, no dead bodies, no...

What are you holding out on me, G?

I'd tell you if I could, cowboy.

Why can't you tell me?

Well, if you're up on some stand in some federal court...

I need to see the keeper that spring.

No, he's the only one who knows exactly what happened in the wash that night

When I was young, I used to go to the river to catch fish.

He says you must think he's old and foolish.

He knows somebody's trying to break the windmill and he

thinks you're trying to trick him so you can put him in jail.

What did you tell him?

Well, I told him that we didn't think that he did it.

That we think some Navajos broke the windmill

because they're angry at having to leave the land.

Well tell him I don't think that.

Tell him I think it probably is him.

What are you driving at, man?

Can you just tell him, please?

Hmm

Que huevanta un ponte.

I tell him this, I'm learning to be a medicine man among my people.

I study under an old uncle of mine, a man much like yourself, who

has taught me to respect the Hopis and all that their holy people

have taught them to keep this world we share from being destroyed.

There's a place near the windmill where the earth

spirits have blessed us with water for a long, long time.

Now some people have done a wrong thing.

They dug a well and they took the water away.

If that spring had been left for me to protect,

that's what I would do.

No matter what,

there are higher laws.

I tell him that if he tells us everything you saw, I'll tell him

what to do to save the spring and to restore the earth's blessing.

This is the land of our forefathers.

Our ancestors, our ancestors, our

ancestors, our ancestors,

our ancestors,

I'm fine with it.

He's calling your bluff chain

Tell him if I were the guardian of that spring I would go buy

myself a sack of sand and a sack of cement and I would take these

things to the windmill along with a tub of water and I would mix

these things together and I would pour them through a funnel into

the pump case just a little bit at first and then I'd do it again

and again until all the cement was in the

well and it was healed up solid as a rock.

I'm not good at telling that.

Tell him I'll leave these things at the windmill, I'll drive

away and not look back if I should happen to owe him a favor.

You're one crafty knuckle.

One man put the lanterns down in the sand.

The other man points a gun.

This man make him sit.

Then the airplane come.

This sitting man flashed the light two times.

The airplane hit the rocks.

Boom!

Then this guy screams.

This other man

shoot him.

Bang.

Did you see him take anything from the plane?

Yes, I see two suitcases.

What did he do with them?

Who can say?

It's so dark.

This man went behind a rock.

When he comes back, no suitcases.

Then this man drove away.

That's all I see.

I didn't see the faces.

The Hopis were taught how to call the rain

clouds, how to draw the blessing of water out of the sky.

To the old man, the windmill was Cahopi, sacrilege.

A steel belligon a demon spitting in the face of the natural way.

And the old man was right.

Lieutenant, it's Chee.

I'm going back on duty.

Oh, you are, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

And I was wondering, would you write a memo and

put it in my file officially assigning me to

the Burntwater burglary and locating Joseph Musket?

My vandal struck again last night.

Window's packed solid with concrete now.

Is that so?

Would you write that memo, get it all on record?

Sure, and I'll also make a notation that any

interference in any ongoing federal

investigation will result in immediate termination from this job.

Got that?

Got it.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Mrs. Pauling?

He called.

Who?

The guy who's got the drugs.

The one who killed my husband.

Thank God.

We don't have much time.

Are you sure you got this straight?

What's to get straight?

They gave me the message.

I gave it to Gaines.

They're going to call here at four.

Now, what are we going to do?

Why, you want to do anything at all.

Somebody killed Howard.

They bring me out here, they drag me.

And for what?

So Ben Gaines can look legit.

Fuck him!

Howdy and I had our problems, right?

Maybe we weren't, like...

Made in heaven, okay?

But he was mine.

And nobody murders my husband and walks away what happened to

howdy happened to him You don't don't you believe in justice

Don't you people believe in revenge well actually no

Traditionally speaking Navajos believe that when a man does

something wrong or destructive or just plain crazy It's because a

dark wind is blowing through him and it makes no sense to seek

revenge Just sort of stay out of his way until he

gets cured it all blows over So what does that mean?

You're not gonna do anything.

I Didn't say that

Where's the clerk?

I don't know.

Can I help you?

Uh, I think you got something burning out there in the back.

Burning?

Yeah, yeah.

There's smoke coming up over the roof.

Really burning?

Hold it.

You sure? Uh-huh, yeah, pretty possible.

No, no, no, no.

yeah oh my gosh oh yeah you're kidding

no oh heck it got bigger yeah

yeah

Could you hurry, please?

Yeah.

Wick Man Motel, can I help you?

Penn Gaines Room, please.

Hey, Ben, buddy.

What do you say?

Let's make a deal.

Yeah, for what, you prick?

Ben, Ben, Ben.

I'm about to match and set a luggage.

And all the goodies inside.

When?

God damn it!

How'd this get started?

Careless smoker?

Yeah, I...

Well, I know you.

You know, somebody really ought to check that roof.

Oh, I don't...

Oh, yeah? Well, be secure as hell if that tire caught.

Yeah, yeah.

I guess I better.

-Hey, thanks. -I got this.

Did you get it?

-Yes. -They want $500,000 in cash.

And the guy said Gaines himself has to deliver it, or no deal.

When?

Uh, tomorrow night, 9 p.m.

-exactly. -Where?

Um, all he said was...

Belongwa or something.

Belongwa?

Did he say anything else?

Yeah.

Gaines said you're a dead man, Polanzer.

-Polanzer? -There's no way.

-He's... -What'd he say?

He just laughed really hard.

Okay, you did your part.

We'll get you a ticket to Flagstaff.

You can catch a flight home from there.

I did good, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

I remember back in the day.

Roger, boys.

We got here. I want to check all the cylinders and hoses.

Deputy Dashie, can I help you?

You can try.

Where is Belongwa?

Belongwa?

Why?

I'm supposed to meet someone there.

Belongwa?

You gotta be kidding me.

No.

It's a place, right?

A place where anyone can blend in with tourists?

Nobody's gonna blend in there, man.

It's a ruin.

Big red rock.

How come can't we?

Because, man.

It's like, uh...

the center of evil, and I'm not just talking from around here.

It's a gathering of all the evil forces in the world.

Of course, it's just a legend.

Like Leaporn said, maybe two different muskets.

Whoever the guy is, he's pretending to be Polansar now.

And maybe impersonating Musket this whole time, too.

He's got to have known these guys.

How did he know them?

From where?

The one place Musket and Polansar had in common.

Thank you.

Less than 24 hours before Palangwa.

No, Muscat, he kept to himself, mostly.

His mama, she wrote him nine again, but other than that...

It says here Musket was convicted with a guy named Wexler.

They run together?

Yeah, they ran together.

They stumbled all over their stupid selves.

They were a chump change in this coke smuggling outfit out of Alamogordo.

You know, the plane gets away and they don't.

So you think this Wexler would talk to me?

Well, maybe.

If you're real persuasive.

Who's this Yakov Wexler's old man?

Yeah, some old carny hunk, what I hear.

...

Who was Wexler's cellmate, Musket?

Now, that'd be Mr. Archer.

What can you tell me about a DEA agent named Johnson?

Johnson's a goddamn narc.

So, why'd Wexler ask to see him?

You got that backward, man.

Johnson came for Tommy.

He just walked him out the front gate and drove him away.

A narc wants to know when some goddamn shipment is due and where.

But Tommy won't tell.

So the narc keeps Tommy out there for

three fucking hours, just playing the radio.

And when he does bring him back, man, you gotta know that

these stupid cons think that Tommy's been spilling his guts.

Yeah.

Johnson set him up.

I stabbed Tommy eight times.

Cut his heart out

He was a real

leatherneck.

Hey, Jim.

Lessons of the day. What can I do for you?

Jake, about Musket.

How well does he know his way around the mesas?

He ever mention a place up around Canyon de Chelly called Balunwa?

Why don't you go in the back, Jim?

Park yourself down. I'll be with you in a minute.

Yeah, come on.

One more.

Here you go.

One for me.

Yakov Wexler,

some old carny hump.

Yakov Wexler

Jake West.

Tommy was Jake's son

It's not about money.

It never was.

What?

Bye-bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Jake?

How do you figure an experienced thief like musket

grabbing a couple of hundred dollars worth of pawn jewelry?

Passing up kachinas worth a couple of thousand

I guess you would have to ask him, wouldn't you, Jim?

And if I went down to the county seat and looked

up your deed on this place, what name would I find?

What's on your mind, son?

I'm thinking of a car, Jake.

How does one prepare himself to hunt another man?

How does one prepare to trap a witch?

The stalking way, sing.

Putting hunter and prey in harmony.

Making his thoughts, my thoughts.

His ways, his spirit, one with mine.

Bellicana.

Magician.

Wise.

Shrewd.

Dangerous.

A long one.

There's nothing else I can do.

If I could have busted Jake West on the spot, I would have.

But there's no proof positive he's done anything.

Just a chain of hunches.

Hope I haven't blown it That Jake's so blood-crazed.

He's still gonna show and Ben Gaines to Still live in the

fantasy that he's meeting Richard Palanza in a plain load of coke

...

Oh my God!

To Valhalla!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Yeah

Heroes!

Heroes!

Heroes! Heroes!

Gaines, right on time.

What the...

-Jake! -Jake, don't do it, Jake!

Drop your weapons, Jake!

Now!

Cowboy, behind you!

Oh, I just can't leave well enough alone.

Where are you headed, cowboy?

I think I'm okay.

Cowboy, where?

Just go get him.

Yeah

All right, get your hands up where I can see them now.

Don't get yourself.

I wouldn't like killing you Jake, but I will do it Don't get yourself Jim

Come on!

Put your hands behind your back, come on!

Where's the knife?

Oh, you'd like killing me, all right, Jim.

I know the feeling.

I'd like killing that fucking musket.

He begged and he pleaded.

They all did.

But I got him, Jim.

I got him.

Why'd you just leave Muscat on the trail like that?

Why'd you have to go and mutilate him for it, Jake?

Because I'm a two-heart, Jim.

Didn't you know that?

I'm a goddamn witch.

And you didn't want to leave fingerprints on the body.

The necklace, you had that figure somehow, too, huh?

You forged the signature in the pay book.

You staged the burglary yourself.

You wanted me chasing Muscat.

You wanted the feds chasing Polancer.

Ghosts, Jim.

My ghosts.

All because your boy died.

No, Jim.

Because they killed my son.

Jake,

you got the wrong guys, Jake.

I don't think so, Jim.

Thank you.

Ah, evening, gents.

Just stayin' tall here, all right, chief?

Evening, chief.

Who's this, then?

Your dog?

Man.

Well, this is fun, but we are all of us

busy men, so who's got the shit, huh?

What do I do now, Buck?

Blow your comic sidekick's brains all over your shirt?

Or do you just don't?

No?

What about you?

Are you ready to spill your guts?

As I am serious

No, what the fuck is going on around here?

Are we under arrest?

He probably thought I was one of your regular-type cops.

Now, you don't think that, do you, Jimmy boy?

No.

No, I haven't thought that for a while.

Not since you set up Musket's buddy, Wexler, right?

Yeah, now, there was a real jarhead.

Taking him outside the prison to interrogate him, put him back inside

with the regular prisoners, pretty much guaranteed he'd wind up dead.

His people would have called off the drop otherwise.

Wexler never had a chance.

Not with you.

Where's my stuff?

It's in my truck, okay?

It's in my truck.

Well, now, you might just live through the night.

Larry, I want you to finish off this other guy.

Next loud noise you hear, then catch up.

You got it.

Sorry, old man.

If you know him, you'd better see him.

Jesus Christ almighty.

Don't kill me.

Ahahahahaha!

You're gonna kill me?!

Ahahahahaha!

Ahahahahahaha!

Ahahahahaha!

Ahahahahaha!

Natural selection, gee.

Gotta keep moving.

You stay there

Where is it?

Okay.

Open it.

-Looky, looky. -Ha, ha, ha.

Get over here and hold it up.

Hold it up!

Hey!

Jesus.

Gensai!

I get him you got him Jake

It's good

It's a good, good Christ.

Beautiful night.

Jim.

Jim, the jewelry.

Some of the folks will need their stuff back.

Yeah.

In my kitchen.

Under the sink.

There's a place where you could crawl under and...

Next day.

Well, the Feds are anxious to keep this quiet.

Fine with me.

Fine with me, Lieutenant.

Found the rest of that missing pawn.

Not hid, really.

Just there, like Wes just...

put it out of his mind.

I'll say it's returned.

How's cowboy who that Hopi

deputy bitching moaning blaming

you yeah he's fine there's one thing I don't get if Muska

didn't give that Nessie girl that necklace who did West

probably gave you somebody owed him a favor told him what to say

Or, maybe...

Well, I don't think we'll ever really know for sure.

By the way, that memo we talked about, I got so

goddamn backed up I never did get around to it.

Okay.

That's okay by me.

Will that be all, Lieutenant?

Yeah, that's all.

Oh, gee.

One more thing.

Captain Billy Goody was right.

Singer, who's a cop.

Doesn't make sense.

I am the son of Chikungun, the son of Satnongja.

I am the son of Danila.

I am the son of Nezidele.

I'm going to try and get it out of the yard here.

I don't know how to play it.

I'll teach you later.

The big bonus, stakeout again, hours

of it, years, it's okay.

Unit 422, Tuba City.

422, go ahead, please.

Tuba, I'm in pursuit.