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[ Suzanna Choffel's
"Keep on Movin'" plays ]

♪♪ You're runnin' hard, baby,
you're running fast ♪♪

♪♪ I can't keep up, can't even
keep up with your past ♪♪

♪♪ You'll never stop
to take in the view ♪♪

♪♪ Must be a whirlwind
that's living inside you ♪♪

♪♪ No destination,
just keep on blowin' ♪♪

Travis?

Travis, you want a cup
of coffee? It's Vic.

- That particular caterpillar has flown.
- What?

[ Chuckling ] It was as brief a
metamorphosis as I have ever seen,

but Travis Murphy
has left his cocoon behind.

Okay, enough with the metaphors,
Joe-Mega.

Where the hell is he?

He's moved out. I have a new
renter moving in next week.

Okay, okay.
But where did he go?

He did not say.

Though, to be fair,
I did not ask.

W-Well,
you forgot your pastries.

[ Sighs ]

[ Slow music plays ]

[ Gasps ] Oh, shit!

Shit! Shit!

[ Smoke alarm beeping ]

[ Grunts ]
Go out! Go out! Go out! Go!

Shit! Shit! Go out!

[ Coughing ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Thud ]

[ Beeping continues ]

[ Beeping stops ]

These things don't quit
till you rip their guts out.

Everything okay?

Not really.

- Henry: [ Sighs ]
- [ Door opens ]

Henry...

this, uh, deadbolt
I installed

works a whole lot better
if you lock it.

Next time, maybe you can
also install a doorbell.

I'm serious, Henry.
You need to be more careful.

I may have created
a bit of a situation.

What's all this?

I volunteered to help

with this year's
Running Eagle Challenge.

Turns out that means
I have to do all the work.

What sort of situation
have you created?

I threatened Shane Muldoon

so that he would lead me
to Malachi.

Now I've lost track
of Shane,

and I think someone from the FBI
is helping him.

Who?

An Agent Decker.

Decker?

That is the guy
that Nighthorse and I

- have been dealing with.
- Yeah.

Well, I think
he tipped off Eddie Harp

when you guys were driving back
from your meeting in Cheyenne.

That's how Eddie knew
where to find you

and run you off the road.

Now that I think of it,

the night Decker
came to talk to me was odd.

How so?
He was inside the bar after closing,

waiting for me.

I actually
pulled a gun on him.

I'm sorry, Henry.

[ Cup thumps lightly ]

[ Sighs ]

I told you
that I would find Malachi.

Shane was my best chance.

Now he's gone.

So...

you're going to give up?

Come on.

You knew it was never
going to be easy.

Do you really believe...

that Nighthorse didn't know
anything about the heroin?

At first, I thought
he was innocent, but now...

I am not so sure.

Why?

If Nighthorse hasn't lied
about everything...

- That is a big "if."
- ...then whoever is signing for his shipments

and intercepting the drugs
is dirty.

I mean, Shane has an inside guy
at the FBI.

And perhaps Malachi has one
inside the casino.

Johnny Runs Far.

That's the name that was
on those shipping invoices.

Maybe you can make
some inquiries about him.

I'd ask Mathias,
but now I'm concerned

that Malachi might have someone
inside the Tribal Police, too.

At this point, you're the only
person I can trust to do this.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Therapist: I want to welcome
a new member to our group.

Why don't you introduce
yourself, Victoria?

Vic: Uh, hi.
Um, I actually go by "Vic."

And this is all
really new to me.

Mm-hmm.

Well, Vic,
you're with friends here.

How long has it been
since you lost your child?

Mm...

um, I just...
just over a month.

And is there a partner
in the picture?

No, just... just me.

Okay.
We're in no rush.

Maybe someone else wants
to start us off this week.

I'll go.

I know I haven't been here
in a while.

[ Voice breaking ] I really
thought that I was good.

Um...

I had a little setback.

I was at the drugstore, trying
to pick out a birthday card

on one of those racks
that s... that spins, you know?

[ Crying ] And I accidentally
stopped on the baby shower cards.

And there was this...
this one little card

that had
this little baby owl on it.

It was just a stupid drawing.

And then... then this kid,
the stock boy,

he came up
and asked me how I was.

And I said, "Fine."

- [ Slow music plays ]
- I'm not fine.

[ Sobbing ] I'm not fine.

Sorry.

[ Sniffles, crying ]

How long ago
did she lose her baby?

Last year.

[ Woman sobs ]

[ Footsteps ]

Hey.

Hello, Jacob.

Where is everybody?

The community's enthusiasm
for me has dropped off.

Aiding and abetting a kidnapping
will do that.

You here to fire me?

No. I still believe
in what you're doing here.

But, um...

[ Sighs ]

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
reduce your funding.

I know
I committed $750,000

to get this operation
up and running,

but, uh...

How much have you spent
so far?

I don't know.
Um...$200,000, maybe?

Oh. You're gonna have to manage
the remainder of the year on...

$100,000 more.

Jacob, I don't know
if I can do that...

I mean, even if
I don't pay myself a salary.

Well, I don't know what to tell
you. I know it sounds harsh,

but there it is.

Is this 'cause of me
and what I did?

Or is this because my dad
arrested you?

Neither, Cady.

It's me.

My financial forecasting
was overly optimistic,

it turns out.

[ Door opens ]

- Mr. Nighthorse, we need to go.
- What's up, Tony?

Not sure. There's a guy
in a truck parked outside.

I don't know
if he followed us here or what,

but he's been watching us
this entire time.

Is he
in a silver Suburban?

No, sir.
It's a Chevy Avalanche.

Sir, we really should go.
Just to be on the safe side.

Okay.

[ Slow music plays ]

I'm sorry.

[ Car engine starts ]

[ Vehicle departs ]

[ Whispers ] Oh, shit!

Are you thirsty?

Um...

Hey, Zach.

Oh. [ Laughs ]
Here they are. [ Chuckles ]

- What are you doing here?
- Um.

And why, for two days,
did you help me repair

and clean up my office
for no pay?

I'm in a pretty tricky
situation here.

Mm-hmm. Well, you're also kind
of acting like a stalker.

- Um...
- Should I call the police?

- No. No, no. That would not be good.
- Mm.

Look, in order to, uh, tell you
the truth of this situation,

then I'm... I'm gonna have to
throw someone else under the bus.

Who?

Your dad.

He hired me
to look after you.

He started something. He's
worried about retaliation,

probably against him,
but...

- Hm.
- ...maybe against you,

- so that's why I'm...
- Mm.

...here.

Why didn't you tell me?

He said that you would not
appreciate my help,

and, uh...

he also said that you have
an independent streak.

He's right.

It's not working out
so great for me. [ Chuckles ]

- Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
- Oh.

You know.

I'm sorry
you had to be all sneaky.

But I'm kind of glad
you were here watching me.

I mean, to be honest, not even
knowing my dad's situation,

I don't feel
all that safe here.

A toast to starting over

without having to be stubborn
or sneaky.

Actually,
I don't drink...

anymore.

Oh.

Okay.

[ Footsteps ]

Ferg, have you seen Vic?

No.

[ Sighs ]

Okay, uh, I need you to do
a background check

on a guy
named Johnny Runs Far.

It's a long shot,
but he might lead us to Malachi.

Vance: So, this is it?

This is the entire Absaroka
County Sheriff's Department?

- Yup. And I'm the sheriff.
- So...

...you're the guy
who sent me this.

I am.

I'm Agent Vance,
from the Bureau in Boston.

Sheriff Longmire.

This is Deputy Ferguson.

How long
you been sitting on this?

'Cause the only way
this report makes any sense

is if you've met Shane Muldoon
in person.

- You're good at your job.
- It also means you let him go.

My evidence only implicated
Eddie Harp.

All I had on Shane
was a sense

that he
and our local casino owner

had known each other
for a long time.

It's... well, it's pretty hard
to prosecute that.

So you engaged the head of a nationally
organized crime syndicate all by yourself?

When my deputy here
was ambushed by the Irish mob,

I began to suspect there was
a mole in your department.

Recent events
bear that out.

What do you mean?

Agent Decker told me

that you guys have
Shane Muldoon in custody.

Another agent told me that you
don't, so someone's lying.

Do you honestly expect me

to believe that Agent Decker
is working for the mob?

Are you sure you didn't just
misunderstand what he said?

I mean, maybe he was just excited
about this report you sent us.

Well, I mailed that package
after Agent Decker visited me.

Have you talked to Decker?

What's he saying?

Agent Decker hasn't shown up
for work for a couple days.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Chains rattle ]

- [ Grunts ]
- Delivery.

No shit.

And who are you with?

The Red Pony.
Are you Johnny Runs Far?

- Nope.
- Is he here?

Nope.
And neither are you.

Johnny's supposed to sign
for this order.

No, I sign for everything
that comes through here.

- I was told Johnny Runs Far...
- You were told wrong.

He's not even in today.

He's off on Tuesdays.

- He was not at home.
- On his days off,

he works
at his uncle's shop.

But why stop at his home if
your delivery's for the casino?

That is a good question.

I really did not
think this through.

Thank you for your time.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

- Dad?
- Hey!

There she is.

[ Chuckles ] Oh!

Look at you.

Hope you're hungry, 'cause
you are looking way too skinny.

- How did you...
- Bummed a ride on a private jet

full of rich fishermen.

Just thought I'd drop by.

And, surprise...
I'm warming up

a couple of cheesesteaks
with extra peppers from Pat's.

[ Laughs ]

How's that strike you,
huh?

- [ Sighs ]
- So, I have a confession.

I didn't come out here
on a fishing trip.

That doesn't surprise me,
since you don't fish.

I know about what happened,
Vic... about the shooting.

A buddy of mine
in the Department of Justice

tracks police injury stats.

He called me up last week
and gave me the news.

I want you to come home.

Just like that?

Just hear me out.

I know there's some things...
bad feelings, maybe...

about how
you wound up out here.

I mean, we all do
what we have to do, Vic.

But, come on, be honest.

This?

This is not
where you're meant to be.

And where am I
meant to be?

Not living in a trailer,
for one.

Not risking your life
for a power-mad sheriff

- who couldn't care less.
- You don't know him.

Oh, I've read up
on trigger-happy Walt Longmire.

That is the kind of man

who winds up
mixed into a new bridge.

I've seen hundreds of cops like
him... guys with a death wish.

There's no need
for you to go down with him.

Okay, first of all,
Walt is the best cop that I have ever known.

And, second,
there aren't hundreds of us.

There's three of us for a county
the size of Delaware,

and we got
big-city crime here.

We got homicides and drugs,
and right now,

Walt needs me to help him
deal with the Irish mob.

The Irish mob
is back east, Vic.

Actually, it turns out that
Indian casino money pays better

- than running numbers in the hood, so...
- Great.

If it's so dangerous
and difficult,

has he ever given you a raise,
ever talked promotion?

I'm betting not.
You know why?

Like you said,
it's a three-man department.

The only place for you to go
is into his chair

or, more likely,
into the morgue,

and I won't stand for it.

You got shot,
for God's sake.

Why are you still here?

Listen, there...

there's a new police-community
relations bureau

staffing up with
a lot of money... a lot.

It would be so great
to have you back in Philly.

Hey, it's not giving up if
you're making a smarter choice.

You were right, Sheriff.

Agent Decker is gone.

He last used his credit card
a couple days ago

at a burger joint in town.

A waitress
said he was there

with a guy who matches your
description of Shane Muldoon.

And then,
Decker dumped his wallet

and his cellphone in
the men's room and disappeared.

Any idea
where he might've gone?

No. How 'bout you?

Your little
three-man operation

seems to have more answers
than the entire FBI.

Actually, there is someone who might
be able to help us find him...

- Malachi Strand.
- Who's that?

He's a former
Tribal Police chief

and head
of Casino Security.

Also a heroin dealer

and the man who tried
to murder my best friend.

- Jesus.
- He's in hiding.

Your guys in Cheyenne
have been looking for him.

Haven't shared much
of what they know with me.

Well, maybe a hot shot
from the East Coast

can get them
to loosen their lips.

Let me see
what I can find out.

Sounds good.

[ Footsteps ]

- Hey.
- Hey.

Did you hear
from the FBI?

That was them.

So, um...

is everything okay?

You... You weren't here
this morning.

Yeah, um...

Travis disappeared, just took
off without a word, so...

Were you out
looking for him?

No. No, I-I was actually
at a, uh, therapy session.

- Oh.
- Not... Not about Travis.

Um...

it's grief counseling for...
for a bunch of people

who had lost babies.

I probably should've gone
right after the shooting.

Most police departments
would've required it, but...

Right.

Well,
that's a good thing.

No, no, it w... it wasn't.
It was... [ Sighs ]

Some of these people have been
in there for over a year,

and they're still...

just total wrecks.

You know, I-I don't think
that talking about it

is... is helping them
at all.

It...

I-I don't want that
to be me in a year.

I can't not be able
to look at a damn baby owl.

I...[ Sighs ]

[ Voice breaking ]
I can't get stuck like this.

I won't make it, you know?
I-I...

I don't think I'm strong enough
to get through this, Walt.

You are, Vic.

You are strong enough.

[ Slow music plays ]

Trust me...

talking isn't
for everybody.

Maybe you just need to...
get out of your head for a bit.

You ever hear of the, um,
the Running Eagle Challenge?

Isn't that like a Res race
for kids?

No, no, it's more like
a, well, a triathlon for women.

I just think
a physical challenge

might be better for you
right now.

Sometimes,
if the body leads,

well, the mind and heart
will follow.

So, what, like a... a...

swimming, biking,
and running, or...?

Well, there's...
there's running,

and there's canoeing,
and there's horseback riding.

Um, I can do
one of those things.

Well, it's a challenge.
It's not supposed to be easy.

Can I say "no"?

No.

[ Scoffs ]

[ Cellphone dialing ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

- Hello?
- If you're gonna keep watching me,

you might as well
just do it from in here.

- Hi.
- Come on in.

I mean, it's not like
you're interrupting anything.

I'm just sitting here,
sulking.

Well, you know, you lose all
that money, it's... it sucks.

Well, it's not really
about the money.

I mean, it's kind of
about the money, but it's more.

I don't know. I just... I don't
think it's possible to get past

what happened
to that little boy.

[ Cups thump lightly ]

No matter how hard I try,
no matter how much I want to,

I don't know what it's like
to be Cheyenne, you know?

I don't know what they need

because I don't share
their history.

Well, I mean...

you can get to know them.

Just give yourself
some time.

I don't know
if that's up to me.

You know, I don't know
if they'll give me time.

God, do you know
what it's like to think

you've finally
found your calling,

and then realize
that the world's

not gonna let you
follow it?

Y-Yeah.
Yeah, actually, uh...

...I do.

[ Scoffs ]

You really love being a cop,
don't you?

I do.

I mean, I...

I-I did.

Well, I think
you're really good at it.

- You know, I'm impressed by you, too.
- No, you're not.

- I am.
- No, you're not.

- Yes, I am.
- No, the only thing

you've ever seen me do
is, uh... oh, yeah...

- get involved in a kidnapping...
- Yes.

and then lose
all of my clients.

And you were very good
at both of those things.

- [ Laughs ]
- Now, look, look...

what I saw
was you helping someone

when it would've been
a lot easier to just give up.

And, uh...

and that impressed me.

- [ Mid-tempo music plays ]
- What was that for?

I don't know.
Being the one good part

to a really shitty week?
[ Chuckles ]

Okay.

Mm.

Henry. I was
just coming to see you.

About Johnny Runs Far?

No. No.
I want to get Vic entered

in that race
you're putting on.

The Running Eagle Challenge?
That is not possible.

- Look, I know it's late entry...
- Late is not the issue.

The event is Native only.

Well, can't you make
an exception?

[ Sighs ]

Walt,
this is not a fun run.

It is a very intense competition
for people who are in recovery.

Well, Vic is in recovery.

I do not mean to minimize
the trauma of being shot,

but am I not talking about
physical recovery.

The people in this competition
have overcome drug addiction.

Vic wasn't just shot.

[ Door closes ]

She had a miscarriage,
and, uh...

well, she doesn't know
how to deal with it.

But I think that her competing
in this challenge,

it would help her.

- At least a little.
- Vic was pregnant?

- Yeah.
- Whose baby?

I-I don't know.

Was it yours?

- What? No. No!
- Okay.

- No.
- O-Okay, then.

Right.

So will you do
what you can

to get her entered
in the competition?

I will see
what I can do.

Good. Thanks, Henry.

So,
why did you come here?

To tell you that I believe

Johnny Runs Far
will lead us to Malachi.

- You talked to Johnny?
- No.

But I did learn
that Johnny's boss

is supposed to sign
for all shipments.

If you look at the invoices
for those artifacts,

all the deliveries were made
around lunchtime,

when his boss
was on break.

Johnny was conveniently the only
one there to sign for them.

- Do you know where Johnny is?
- Working at his uncle's shop.

Mathias:
The shop we're looking for

is west of your daughter's
legal office.

You expecting trouble
from this guy, Walt?

We're arresting him
for possible heroin trafficking,

so I wouldn't rule it out.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Johnny!

Mathias: Johnny Runs Far!

Hello?

Anybody in there?

He took off.

He was in there
a few minutes ago.

Supposed to be
getting me a beer.

He got a call on his cell
and took off.

He tell you when he'd be back
or why he was leaving?

No, but the fact that
a bunch of cops just showed up,

I kind of figured it out.

TV's on, oven's on.
Nobody's home.

He got a call.

Someone told him
we were coming.

Who?

Hey, Vic, it's me. Um...

when was the last time

we scrambled
our police-radio band?

Victor:
Hello? Anybody home?

Give me a call
when you get this.

Hey!
Sheriff Longmire.

Can I help you?

I hear you got
Irish mob problems.

I'm sorry.
Uh, are you with the FBI?

[ Laughing ] Oh, hell no.

I'm Victor Moretti.

Oh, uh...

I guess word of my visit
hasn't spread like wildfire.

Welcome to Wyoming,
Chief Moretti.

You can call me "Vic."

I don't think
I can do that, sir.

[ Laughs ]

I named my eldest son after me
and my youngest daughter.

If that makes me
an "ass pomposo,"

as they say in the old country,
so be it.

Oh, brother, I pity you

having to work with the FBI
on this mob stuff.

I'm sure you'd like to make
an arrest sometime this decade.

- I would.
- You know,

we got Irish in Philly
since forever.

I could have
our organized crime unit

send you whatever we have,
see if anything shakes loose.

- I'd appreciate that.
- Great.

Now...

there's something
you can do for me.

What's that?

I want you
to let my daughter go.

- Go where?
- Home, to Philly.

She wants
to leave this place.

Don't fight her on it.

Vic's an adult.

She'll do
what she wants to do.

Hm. Interesting
leadership style, Sheriff,

letting your deputies
run off the leash.

Is that how
she ended up out there

chasing some federal fugitive
all by herself?

Actually, she wasn't
supposed to be there.

But she was there,
and she got shot.

I'm betting she was there

because you'd run off
on your own again,

and she thought it was her job
to come rescue you.

Well, she saved my life
that night.

That doesn't make me feel
even a teeny bit better.

I don't want her
puppy-dogging behind you

in harm's way anymore.

You got that?

Done.

I've said my piece.

I know I come on strong,
but that's life in the big city.

I know you'll do
the right thing here.

Chief Moretti.

Your daughter is very important
to my department.

You should know that.

Well, then, you better start
looking for her replacement

right away.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

- What's his name?
- He doesn't have one.

Now, you take that brush,

and you brush him
head to tail, okay?

- I thought I was learning how to ride.
- That is learning how to ride.

You got to get all the dirt
and the burrs off him

before you put the saddle
on him.

Now, he needs to be comfortable,
or you won't be.

Come on.

[ Clears throat ]

Nice and strong.

- That's the way.
- [ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Go with the grain.

And you always
keep your other hand on him,

just to let him know
you're there, okay?

That's good.

That's good.

Keep brushing.

Good job.

[ Clears throat softly ]

So, your dad came by the station
last night.

What did he say?

Well, he was pretty upset
about you getting shot.

Is that all
you guys talked about?

Pretty much.

Why?

Just curious.

So...

when do I actually
get to ride this thing?

You feel like
you're ready for a trot?

[ Chuckling ] Uh...

I don't know, Walt.
Am I ready?

Yeah, you're ready.

- Okay, lean forward in the saddle.
- Okay.

- Give your knees a little squeeze.
- Okay.

[ Clicks tongue ]
Now give him a little kick.

Okay. Come on.

[ Clicks tongue ]
There we go.

- Oh, wow. Okay.
- That's good. Stay with me.

- Okay. Is this right?
- Well... no, it's...

- Okay.
- Get a... a little more hip action.

You need to get in rhythm
with the horse. That's good.

Squeeze up on your hips when he's coming up,
down when he's going down.

- Okay. Okay. Okay.
- There. That's good. Just like that.

- Great. Keep it going, Vic. That's great.
- Good job. Good job.

- Look good up there.
- [ Laughs ]

I wouldn't go that far.
- You do. [ Chuckles ]

Okay, now we're gonna
come to a stop.

When I tell you,
you sit back in your saddle,

pull gently on the reins.

- Okay.
- Okay, do it. Do it.

- Okay. Oh.
- Good. That's good.

- Okay. Wow.
- [ Chuckles ]

Just remember...

the more relaxed you are,
the more relaxed he is.

If you get angry or upset,
he will, too, okay?

He gets his confidence
from you.

Before you know it,

he'll know what you want
almost before you ask him.

So the horse
is telepathic, huh?

Sort of like that guy you're
looking for, Johnny Runs Far.

Well, I don't think
Johnny's telepathic.

I just think Malachi's been
listening to our radio traffic.

That's why I asked you about
scrambling our radio frequencies.

And now Johnny's gone.

Shane's disappeared.
Decker, too.

Seems like all the roads that were
leading to Malachi are dead ends.

Maybe not.

There you are.

So, I know you were hoping
for better news,

but I drew a big blank
on this Malachi guy.

No one in Cheyenne has any record
of anyone looking for him.

Right. So Decker must have been
protecting him, too.

I guess so.

Well, we might have found
a different way to find Malachi.

By using the heroin that we
seized as bait to draw him out.

Wait, wait.

You still have that heroin?
- Yep.

Over a million bucks' worth,

and it's not
in Malachi's nature

to leave that kind of money
on the table.

Well, where is it?
The heroin?

- It's in an off-site facility. It's safe.
- [ Scoffs ]

But everyone just assumes
that it isn't,

'cause we're so small-town.

I say that we use that
to our advantage.

This is...

unbelievably reckless.

[ Laughs ]

- How exactly do you see it playing out?
- [ Suspenseful music plays ]

Well, right now,
the drugs are too secure,

so we start off by making them
a little easier to get to.

[ Clicking ]

Do you think
Malachi will be stupid enough

to break into
your evidence lockup

- to steal back that heroin?
- Nope. He'll send someone.

- And you'll just jump them.
- We thought of that,

but everybody from this group
we've had in custody

has kept their mouth shut,
so, no.

We wait for them
to lead us back to Malachi.

You don't think they'll be
looking for a tail?

Oh, absolutely, which is why
we can't follow them.

Well, then, how are they supposed
to lead us back to Malachi?

We'll bury
a fully charged cellphone

in one of the bricks
of heroin.

[ Sighs ]

So, this is all very clever,
in a Io-fi kind of way,

but are you sure Malachi knows
where you store seized evidence?

We found out earlier
that his group

are monitoring
our radio traffic.

Hey, Sheriff, it's Ferg.

You still want me to transfer
the contraband to the DEA?

Yep. I told them to expect
the heroin tomorrow afternoon,

so, uh... why don't you and I
meet at the evidence lockup

around 9:30
in the morning?

Copy that.

See you tomorrow.

Vance: Okay, so assuming
they steal your heroin,

do you have the ability
to track cellphones?

Not with the precision
that this is gonna require.

We were hoping that you could
help us with that.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Sighs ]

Will the computer alert us
when something happens?

Sort of.

If that flashing blip
ever starts to move,

we'll know
they've taken the bait.

[ Sighs ]

Nothing like
the thrill of the chase.

[ Knock on door ]

- Hey, Punk.
- Oh, hey, uh...

Can I talk to you
outside?

So, I know that you paid Zach
to secretly guard me.

Oh. Cady, I'm... I'm sorry.
I just...

No, it's okay.

Zach explained it,
and I get it.

I appreciate you
looking out for me.

Well, you're welcome.

I think
you should hire Zach.

- Well, I did before.
- I know.

And then you fired him
because he hit a guy...

a guy who, it turns out,
was spying on you.

- Cady...
- Dad, he wants to be a cop

more than anything,
and I think he should be.

He's really smart,
and he's thoughtful,

and he cares about
what happens to people,

and if I could keep him
employed, I would.

I just... I don't have
the budget anymore.

Dad, look at this.

You're trying to police
a huge county with three people.

- What if one of them quits?
- [ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Dad, this is crazy,
and it's wearing you out.

You need help here,
and... and you have it.

It's just waiting for you,
right there.

I know you think
that he let you down,

but isn't it possible that you
just gave up on him too soon?

So I just go like this?

Yeah, that's good.

Except, if you only paddle
on one side,

you're gonna go in circles,
all right?

Okay, so then...

every stroke,
I just switch sides, right?

- Like that.
- Well... I-I mean, you could,

but it's pretty
inefficient.

That's why I use
the "J" stroke, right?

So, you use the paddle
like a rudder...

Hey, hey, they did it!
The cellphone is moving.

Someone just stole
your heroin.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

You still getting a signal
on that?

Do you think I would just sit
here silently if I lost it?

Our cell reception
can be pretty spotty on the Res.

I still have a signal,

and it hasn't moved
in 15 minutes.

[ Static crackles ]

Almost forgot... no radios.

Can you e-mail that location
to the others?

I already did.

[ Music continues ]

[ Music continues ]

Walt, look what I found.

Unbelievable.
The drugs are here,

but not the guys
who stole them.

- Did everybody stay off the radio?
- You would've heard us.

How else could they have known
we were following them?

Even if they did,
why'd they abandon their heroin?

Ferg: Walt!

Agent Decker?

[ Sighs ]

I think I need
to talk to my lawyer.

- [ Music ends ]
- Excuse me.

Thank you.

This is good.

Can you hear
anything they're talking about?

No.

And I don't read lips,
either.

- I should just stay here.
- What? No, no.

The race starts in an hour.
You got to get going.

Yeah, but with all the FBI
swarming around...

I can handle that.

Vance told me that he'd get
authorization from Boston

for us to interview
Agent Decker,

but he said
that could take hours.

All you'd be doing here
would be waiting around.

You need to go.

[ Sighs ]
You and I both know

me running this race
is ridiculous.

No, it's not.
Not if it helps you

with what
you're going through.

And if it helps you,
it helps me.

Okay.

Wish me luck, then.

Good luck.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Hey, Ferg.

Vic ever say anything to you
about leaving?

- Leaving where?
- Wyoming.

What? No.

Wow.

- Wait. Wait. Did she say something to you?
- No, no, no, no.

Forget I mentioned it.

[ Chanting in native language ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Chanting continues ]

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,

to the fourth annual
Running Eagle Challenge!

[ Cheers and applause ]

Racers, to the starting line.

[ Cheers and applause continue ]

Racers, on your mark!

Get set...

- [ Gunshot ]
- [ Up-tempo music plays ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Knock on door, door opens ]

- Is Decker talking?
- [ Door closes ]

Yeah,
Decker knows how we work.

He's trying to be cooperative
so we make him a deal.

All right, that's good.
Let's bring him in here.

Yeah, uh, I can't.

I didn't get clearance.

But I was authorized
to provide you with a summary

of what
he's told us to date.

So you won't
let him talk to me,

but, uh, you'll tell me
what he said?

Most of it.

Agent Decker claims he's been
working with Shane Muldoon

for years.

He's given Shane intel
on our investigations.

In exchange,
Shane paid him.

Occasionally,
he'd give Decker information

- about criminal activity.
- Right.

So he'd look good to the FBI,
you guys would all trust him.

Yeah.

Anyway,
after you met with Shane,

he decided to run.

He met with Decker
at the burger joint.

He asked Decker to buy him some
time to get out of the country.

That's what Decker was doing with
me when he came to my house,

told me that Shane
had turned himself in.

Uh-huh. Decker knew
that visit would blow his cover.

That's why he ditched his phone
and his credit cards

at the restaurant.

He was planning
to skip town, too.

Now, apparently,
Shane offered him the heroin

as a thank-you
and a bailout,

assuming Decker
could get his hands on it.

What about Malachi Strand?

What was his role in this?

What did Decker tell you
about him?

Nothing.

Damn it, Ferg.
This is not how to do it.

[ Grunting ]

[ Water plunging ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Panting ]

Man: [ Distorted ]
Come on! You can do it!

[ Normal voice ]
You can do it! Come on up.

[ Door opens ]

[ Footsteps ]

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

There's nothing
I can do.

That's not true.

You can read your mail.

[ Sighs ]

[ Paper tears,
letter opener clatters ]

[ Clears throat ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Key taps ] -
Think you need to take a leak.

- [ Door unlocks ]
- I'm good.

I don't think so.

Come on. I'll show you
where the bathroom is.

Come on.

Right down there.

Straight through.

First on the left.

[ Sighs ]

Hey!
Hey, what's your problem?

You see that?
Shane Muldoon, your pal.

- Oh, shit.
- He never made it out of this county.

You know who did that?
Malachi Strand.

- Wait. That's impossible.
- Now, I'm not sure

how much you know
about Malachi,

but he runs
one of the most brutal gangs

operating
in the federal prison system.

So when you get there,

you can be sure you'll be next
on his bucket list.

- I-I-I... I...
- Those guys out there, your old coworkers?

They don't care
about Malachi.

They're all about
the big players in Boston.

But I want to find Malachi
and bring him in.

And if you help me do that,

you may even save your own ass
in the process.

Now, they're shipping you
out of here in the morning.

If you want to talk before then,
you let me know.

[ Door closes ]

[ Grunts, pants ]

Okay. Come on, go.

Go.

[ Horse nickers ]

- Come on!
- [ Horse whinnies ]

- Okay.
- [ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Okay. We're doing it.

Okay.

Come on, Walt's horse.

Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!

[ Horse neighs ]

[ Screams ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Breathing quickly ]

[ Sighs ] Shit.

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Cheers and applause continue ]

Congratulations.

[ Chanting in native language ]

[ Chanting continues ]

[ Chanting continues ]

What are you doing here?

Well, I came
to support the racers.

This event is fully funded
by the casino.

Did you just
tunnel out of prison?

Your friend Walt
got me bail.

Yes.

Walt told me
about your deal.

And that you admitted
to working with

Shane Muldoon
and Eddie Harp.

Yeah, well, I told you
that I've done some things

I'm not proud of.

[ Cheers and applause continue ]

These people will not be happy
when they hear

you have investors
from outside the tribe.

Yeah, I'm aware.

Think they'll care less
about that once they hear

that they won't be getting
their profit-sharing checks

this month, maybe next.

What do you mean?

My bail was set
at a million dollars.

I did not have that.

You used casino profits
to pay for your bail?

Brother, you know Walt was gonna
feed me to the wolves

in that prison.

You will be facing more of them
out here.

[ Sighs ]

Are you here to take back
their prize money?

I wouldn't do
something like that.

- Sounds like you already have.
- Henry...

...you have a lot of goodwill
with these folks.

I'm...
I'm counting on you.

I'm gonna need your help

smoothing this over
with the community.

I am not a magician.

And I cannot be
an advocate

for someone
who works for the mob.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Look at that family,
Jacob.

I will not be a part of
screwing over people like that.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Panting ]

"Hey, Vic, do you want to learn
how to ride a horse today

and run a race tomorrow?"

"Sure. Why not?

I mean, you don't care
if your horse takes off

and I die in the wilderness,
do you?"

Shit.

Oh, hey.

It's okay, boy.
[ Panting ]

We still got at least
a good four miles before we...

[ Twig snaps loudly,
horse whinnies ]

[ Voice breaking ]
No, please stay.

[ Panting ]

[ Rhythmic drumming ]

[ Drumming ends ]

Come on.

[ Panting ]

I need to use the bathroom
again!

[ Breathing quickly ] Hello?

Can you really
get Malachi?

That's up to you.

Well, I'm not
giving him up for nothing.

Well, you're not in
a great position to negotiate.

You either tell me where he is
or you take your chances

with the Native American
Brotherhood.

- Well, I don't know where he is exactly.
- Then we're done.

Wa... no, no, wait, wait.

I've been meeting with Malachi off
and on for the past few months,

and... and Shane
didn't trust him...

for good reason,
it turns out.

Where you been
meeting him?

There's a burger joint
just, uh...

right outside your county
near the Crow Res.

- Buffalo Betty's?
- Yeah.

- When was the last time you met him there?
- Uh, yesterday.

Talked about the heroin.
Told him I'd cut him in

to half the money
if he helped me get it.

He knew
where you were keeping it.

- 'Cause he heard us on the radio?
- Yeah.

Did you and Malachi arrange
a time to transfer the drugs?

Yeah, sort of.

Same place in two days.

What time?

11:00, 2:00,
3:30, or 6:00.

Malachi... always likes
to keep you waiting.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Okay. I get it, all right?

I'm not strong enough. You win.
[ Sniffles ]

I give up.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Slow music plays ]

[ Whispering ] Oh. Oh.

Oh, it's you.

[ Pants ]

Thank you for coming back.
[ Sniffles ]

Thank you. [ Sniffles ]

Thank you, 'cause I was getting
really scared.

[ Birds chirping ]

Yay.

We made it.

[ Clapping ]

You see?

I knew you could do it.

I almost lost
your horse.

I'm tired.

[ Slow music plays ]

I'm leaving.

[ Vehicle approaches ]

[ Music ends ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Truck door opens ]

[ Sighs ]

I don't want to hear
another word.

I'm packing you up
and getting you out of here,

since you are in no condition
to make the decision yourself.

- I'm fine.
- No, you're not, Vic, trust me.

You can't see it
like I can.

Please,
tell me what you see.

[ Scoffs ] You look terrible!
Where the hell have you been?

I have been through
a lot, Dad.

And I didn't tell you about it
because I didn't want you flying here

and trying to control everything
like you're doing right now.

Is that what I'm doing?

You have never been able to
treat me like a grown woman...

probably because you never
treated me like a girl.

- That... That's not true.
- You named me after you.

I'm not
one of my brothers.

I know. You're actually tougher
than all of them.

- [ Sighs ]
- Vic the Terror.

That's not
what I mean, Dad.

Tough or not,
girls are different.

I mean...
[ Sighs ]

I mean, we're the ones
who can get pregnant.

And I...

I did.

[ Voice breaking ]
And then I got shot...

...and I lost the baby.

[ Slow music plays ]

I lost my baby, Dad.

[ Sighs ] Oh, sweetheart,
I had no idea.

I-I know,
and I'm sorry for that.

No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you felt like
you couldn't call me.

You can talk to me about
anything. You know that, right?

I'm tough enough.
I can handle it.

[ Voice breaking ]
I don't need you to handle it.

And I don't need you
to be tough... not like that.

I need you
to let go just...

just a little...

and trust that I know
what I need to do.

You raised me.

You did.

[ Sniffles ]
I know what I need to do next.

[ Sighs ]

Sheriff, I know you think
we're a bunch of bureaucrats

who just make deals
with criminals.

Oh, I get the feeling
you think that, too.

I do. But I'm not letting it
happen this time.

A guy who betrays his brothers like this...
he doesn't get a deal.

- [ Door closes ]
- He's going to prison.

Only seems right
that he would.

I envy you, Sheriff.

Just you
and a couple loyal deputies.

It's all so simple here.

Not really.

Well,
thanks for your help.

Good luck to you.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Sighs ]

Hey.

Hey.

You got a second?

Sure. What's up?

I'm not really good
at this sort of thing.

- Uh-huh.
- Um...

I don't want
to seem ungrateful...

[ Slow music plays ]

...but it just sort of,
um...

...feels like it's time...
- Please...

before you say anything,

just think about it
a little longer.

Or at least pretend to,
for my sake.

Just let me get this out,
okay?

Fine.

I want a raise.