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Grab my ass.

Grab my ass.

Do you need me to...

Aah!

I'm sorry.
You all right?

Yeah.
Ok.

I have to get it.

No.
I have to.

No.

- What?!
- Did I wake you?

I am having sex with my husband, Ruby.
What is it?

Walt just called. There's a
situation at the red pony.

Ok.

Let him figure it out.

It's your day off.

I'm all he's got.

I flew home especially
to see you.

And you will.

Two hours... tops.

You know, I think I'm finally
getting used to you as a blonde.

Huh. Well,
you know what they say...

Excuse me. Sorry.
Sorry. Excuse me.

Henry, what the hell?

And good evening
to you, too, madam.

I got a phone call
that there was a situation.

Hey, Vic. Everything
here is under control.

Uh, but now you're here,
I could use a ride home.

I hope I didn't interrupt
anything important.

Not much. Just some
particularly breathtaking sex.

I didn't know your husband
was back in town.

Anyway, I thought you two
were fighting.

We are which is why the sex
was so magnificent.

Well...

Then I'll have to
apologize to your husband.

Vic, come in.
Vic, you there?

Yeah, Ruby.

ADT security reported a break-in
on horse creek road.

The residents
are not answering their phone.

Send Branch.
I got who's-its.

Branch is at a speed trap
down county.

Too far away.
Fine.

You ought to
take the lead on this.

You seem fine.
Even so, you take the lead.

Walt!

He's alive... barely.

An ambulance will take too long.

We better drive him
to the hospital.

What... I got a call from ADT.
What is going on?!

Oh, my God.
Is that my husband?

Is that Chris?!
Tell me what happened!

He's alive, but we've got to
get him to the hospital.

Is he ok to drive?

I'm driving.
Are you ok to drive?

Yeah.
Then follow us.

Mr. Sublette is in a coma. By all
accounts, he should be dead.

It's a good thing you got him to the
hospital as quickly as you did.

I was in Ranchester last night.

What were you doing
in Ranchester?

I own a small art gallery there.

A... a new show
opened tonight,

and I was planning on
staying overnight

rather than risk driving back
on three glasses of wine,

but I had no choice
when ADT called.

Has your husband had any
recent problems with anyone,

anyone who might be upset
with him?

Chris is a beer distributor.

He's been sponsoring rodeo
riders for the past few years.

I mean, he recently dropped
his top rider, Levi Giggs.

Does this Levi guy got a temper?
You know, rodeo men,

the second they think
you insulted their manhood,

they'll go right
for your throat.

Whoever did this
didn't stop there.

There looks to be
something missing

from above your fireplace.

Our painting?

It's a reproduction
of "Custer's last fight."

Is that what this is all about?

Someone beat my husband
into a coma

in order to steal
a cheap reproduction?

The original was lost
in a fire decades ago,

but copies used to hang

in just about every bar
in the west.

Always liked his jacket.

What kind of art thief goes
for a copy of the real thing?

Especially when there were
more valuable works

in the Sublettes' living room,

including a signed remington
worth at least 20 grand.

Besides, most surprised thieves
just haul ass.

Yeah.

The beating was more emotional
than burglary.

Sublette had a reputation
as a tough businessman.

Then he must have some enemies.

Every man does.

We need to talk to that
rodeo rider, Levi Giggs.

He had motive,

and a rodeo buckle was found
at the crime scene.

I know most of those guys.

He must be from out of town.

Good. You can
introduce us around.

Ferg, I want you to check on
Julia Sublette's alibi.

You can start
first thing tomorrow.

Sorry about
messing up your evening.

It's fine. The night ended
up being pretty exciting.

Go get some rest.

Got your first rodeo
in a few hours.

Yay.

Get out of there!

- Get out of my truck!
- Whoa!

Get the hell out of my truck,
or I'm gonna shoot you!

No, no, no!
Walt, Walt, Walt!

Get out of there!
Get out of my truck!

Walt, no!
Get out of there!

No, no, no!
Hold on, now!

Hold on there!
Hold on there, now!

Next time
I could shoot you, Bob.

I could shoot you!

Henry took my keys.

Good for him.

I come out here,
I was trying to bum a ride...

For a few hours.

N-nobody would help me out.

That's weird. Nobody wanted
to drive home a drunk clown?

Anyway...

I just climbed in there
to rest my eyes.

You know he puts dead bodies
back there.

Ooh. You're like a sunrise.
Come over here.

Bob. Bob. Ok.
Come here, good-lookin'.

Ok. Walt... Bob. One
little kissy right here.

Just one... If you kiss
me, I will shoot you.

- Come on, boy. Come on.
- Walt!

Well, I'm glad you're all
having a blast.

Victoria, what the hell? You said you'd
be home in two hours eight hours ago.

Ruby said you might be here.

I was just heading home.

Sheriff, you mind
if I take my wife to breakfast?

She's all yours. You sure you don't
want to come with us, sheriff?

I'd hate for you not to be
near her for a few hours.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Go
ahead, have breakfast.

On me.

Ok.
Let's go.

See you at home, ok?

Let's go.
Yes. Let's go.

I had no idea
she even had a husband.

We all got
our little secrets, Bob.

Saddle up today, Branch,
or are you too old?

Not too old, Leo.
Just too smart.

That what you call it?

What's Chris Sublette's
prognosis?

I talked to the doctor.

He said that he could wake up
in two hours,

two days, two years, never.

Well, rodeo fans,
take a look right here...

Walt Longmire
and Branch Connally,

our two aspirants
for the second-highest office

in Absaroka county, the first, of
course, being our rodeo queen,

but neither one of these cowboys
has a prayer at that honor.

Hey, Branch!

Branch!

Sorry to slow you down there.

Think you could help us
find Levi?

You said he's a bronc rider,
right?

Yeah.

Then he'll probably be
with the broncs.

Can these guys' pants
get any tighter?

I'm told that's Levi Giggs.

Do me a favor, Branch.

Pour this water out
on some dirt out there.

Why?
You'll see.

Vic, come say hi.

What's the book on this horse?

She rode pretty good
in Cheyenne last year,

but I haven't seen her
in a while.

Levi Giggs?

Last time I checked.

Can I have a few seconds
of your time?

Yeah.

I understand you were recently
dropped by your sponsor.

I quit before he dropped me.

But I drew
a damn good horse today.

When I win this purse,

I'm gonna expose Chris Sublette
for the village idiot he is.

So why did he drop you?

Now, I just said I quit.

You did say that.

Well, he said I was
messing with the stock...

Mistreating the horses
to get 'em to buck harder.

Now, that's a dirty lie.

My daddy's a rancher.

He'd skin me alive
if I mistreated a horse.

I'll have you know,
I'm very gentle.

Yeah, well, I'm not. So what's the
real reason why he dropped your ass?

Well, you seen Chris' wife?

She's a "buckle bunny."

I think old Chris didn't like
the way she looked at me.

Branch connolly, Levi.

Heard good things.

So, where were you last night?

Kicking ass and chasing trim.
Ah.

Someone nearly
beat Chris Sublette to death

in his home last night.

Oh?
"Oh"?

It wasn't me, if that's
what you're getting at.

Not what your hands say.

Like I said,
kicking ass and chasing trim.

Did pretty good at both,
if you know what I mean.

Now, if you'll excuse me.
Ma'am!

I think we're in love.

Your cellphone
has a camera, right?

Take a picture of that.

I gather you saw some footprints
at the crime scene.

You gather right.

Print 'em out...

See what size Levi is,
see if we got a match.

What vet's
attached to the rodeo?

Dennis Nunn, usually.

So if someone
was abusing the animals...

Dennis would know.

Stop by, check on him.

Sheriff!

Hello, miss Ambrose.

Hi. I'm sorry.

I'm Lizzie.
You're Branch, right?

Um, "Branch Connally
for sheriff," right?

Right.
Saw you in the office.

You want some?
No. No, thank you.

May I?
Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

So what was it you wanted?

Last night, you called me,
but the phone got cut off.

Uh... I think
you must be mistaken.

No. Walter Longmire,
307 area code.

I mean, I guess everyone in
the state has a 307 area code.

Still, not many Walt Longmires.

Well, I must have misdialed.

I guess I should be relieved.

Last time you wanted
to talk to me,

there were two dead bodies
in my river.

Yeah.
Yeah, well...

You know, next time you,
um, you misdial,

let it ring a second time,

or maybe even leave a message.

I know it's been a while, Walt,

but they got this new invention
they call caller I.D.

So, Dennis, any reports
of riders abusing their animals?

Oh, you're talking about
Levi Giggs, aren't you?

You know about that?

Uh-huh.
The complaint came to me.

Rider said that he was
using a low-wattage cattle prod

on his horses.

Now, we use that,
but only as a last resort

to move a sick
or a dangerous animal.

Levi had some version
of the device on his broncs

in order to make them
buck harder.

Bigger the bucking,
higher the score.

Yeah, that's right.

People think that horses
are so strong and big,

and something like that's
not gonna hurt them.

But an electrical charge
like that...

That can
mess with a horse's heart.

Cause ventricular fibrillation,

sometimes even
a full-on heart attack.

Couldn't someone have
made up the accusation?

Well, sure.
That happens sometimes.

That's why I sent my son,
Zachary, to monitor Levi.

Zac's got video of Levi.

We showed it to his sponsors,
and Levi was dropped.

You know Chris Sublette?

Sure.
I'll tell you this...

Most sponsors, they could give a
damn if a rider tortures broncs,

just as long as
that rider brings home purses.

Dennis, I'm gonna need you
to sign off on this.

But not Chris.
No, he dropped Levi right away.

Someone dropped Chris Sublette
into a coma last night.

Oh, my God.

Holy shit.

You think Levi Giggs
could do something like that?

Sheriff, if you can hurt
an animal, you can hurt a man.

Yeah.

Vic, don't get pissed, but...

I heard Walt was drunk
at the crime scene last night.

I'm concerned.
Bullshit, you are.

You're just looking
for an edge in the election.

"Walt Longmire was drunk...

And I'm Branch connolly,
and I've approved this message."

So you saying he wasn't?

He was being responsible.

He called and asked me for a ride
home because he'd had a few beers.

On the way out,
the call came in.

I took lead, he backed me up...
Totally fine.

Where you been?

You at home
prank-calling Lizzie Ambrose?

I found out some gossip
you two can whisper about...

Levi lied to us.

Dennis Nunn says he has proof

that Levi was using some kind
of device to shock his horses.

So Levi's not as gentle
as he said.

I asked around.

Levi hasn't won in over a year.

So he's not bringing home
any prize money.

Without a sponsor,

easy to burn through
all your dough

just trying to survive
on the circuit.

What do you know
about that bootprint?

It's hard to know
beyond size and style.

It's some kind of riding boot,
size 11.

Levi was wearing Justins
at the rodeo.

This looks like a buckaroo heel.

Common amongst bronc riders.

Keep looking into Levi's
whereabouts last night.

Vic, any sign
of that missing painting?

I checked with all the pawn
shops and galleries in the area.

So far, nobody's reported anybody
trying to sell a custer print.

What'd you find out
about Julia Sublette?

Uh, her story checked out.

There was an opening
at her art gallery last night.

I got three people
who confirmed seeing her there.

I went to her hotel.
She checked in around 9:00.

The room-service waiter

said he brought dinner to her
and her husband around 9:40.

Which is impossible.

'Cause her husband
was back home,

getting beaten and whipped.

Hotel rooms, room service.

You think Julia
was having an affair?

You get a description
of her "husband"?

Yeah.

Uh...

White male, very good-looking...

I'm just quoting here.

Fits with Levi.

You think he's good-looking?

So do you think Julia
arranged a hit on her husband

to get out of the marriage?

Ferg, track down Julia Sublette
at the hospital,

get her on the phone.

I'll take it in my office.

Hey, Walt.

I don't think we should
call Julia Sublette just yet.

We need to find out
who she's sleeping with.

I think I already know.

It's Branch.

I can't find anybody
who will admit to

or remembers spending time
with Levi last night.

So his claim
that he was partying too hard

to have assaulted Chris Sublette
remains unconfirmed.

Look, Walt,
I'll keep asking around.

Branch...

Who you sleeping with?

What?

What are you talking about?

Who are you sleeping with?

That's none of your business.

That's not how I see it.

If it relates directly to
the assault on Chris Sublette,

I believe it is absolutely
my business...

And, obviously, your duty
to tell me about it.

I know you heard about me
being supposedly drunk

at the crime scene.

But only two people
could've told you that...

Vic or Julia Sublette.

Now, Vic said it wasn't her,
and I believe her.

So I'm gonna ask you again...

Are you sleeping
with the victim's wife?

No.
Hell, no.

Do you know the victim's wife?

No.

Never met her.

Well...

If neither Vic
nor Julia Sublette

mentioned my drinking to you,
who did?

If you're going door-to-door
looking for campaign donations,

I ought to warn you,
I'm voting for my son.

Hello, Barlow.

Walt.

Can I get you an espresso,
a cappuccino?

Just got this great new machine.

What's the point of money

if you can't waste a little
of it from time to time?

Thanks for the offer, but I don't want
to pretend this is a social call.

May as well get right at this.

You having an affair
with Julia Sublette?

We should probably
get more specific.

I'm not as old-fashioned
as you, Walt.

I doubt we have the same
definition of "affair."

Be as specific
as you want, Barlow.

All right, then.

We're having sex, and we're not
telling people about it.

That's pretty close
to my definition.

Yeah, but I know you.

Your definition's
a little... sappier,

and it would mean
that I somehow have reason

to beat the crap
out of poor Chris Sublette.

You're saying you don't?

I've been married, Walt.

Didn't agree with me.

Now, this thing with Julia...
Whoa.

She is gorgeous,
she's smart, she's funny...

And we have a good time.

And then she goes home.

Why would I want to
mess with that?

So, you were
with her last night.

We were in Ranchester when she
got the call about the burglary.

You willing to say that
under oath in a court of law?

I don't know, Walt.

You willing to admit
you were drinking on the job?

That's what this is all about,
isn't it?

You want to exert
a little leverage on me

so I won't use
what I've got against you

in the election campaign.

This is about a man
getting beaten half to death.

Really?

I thought it was about

somebody stealing
a rich man's painting.

I never seen anyone get quite
so violent over a reproduction.

Reproduction?

That what she told you?

The original was lost in a fire.

Uh-huh.

But what do you reckon
it would be worth

if it hadn't been
lost in a fire?

Who told you
I was having an affair?

The same man who told me
your missing painting

wasn't a copy
but a very valuable original...

Barlow Connally.

Now, Julia, you need to
start telling me the truth,

or I'm gonna start thinking you
were behind this whole thing,

looking for a shortcut
out of your marriage.

Sheriff Longmire,
I didn't try to kill my husband.

I may have been looking
for some passion in my life,

but I care about Chris,

and I want whoever did this
brought to justice.

I know you may not like
what I've done...

I'm not perfect...
But I'm telling you the truth.

Well, keep going, then.
What about the custer painting?

We bought it
on the black market.

I know it's illegal, but...

It was perfect for us.

How much is the painting worth?

Somewhere between $300,000
and $400,000.

That much?

You think Levi knew
how much the painting was worth?

It was worth something.
That's all that matters.

It's the same basic size
and shape.

Looks like a durango heel, too.

Wyoming's rubbing off on you.

Also looks like a size 11.

Yeah, but how many size-11 boots
you think they sell here

in Cowtown every year, hmm?
A lot.

May not prove it's him,

but it doesn't rule
out Levi, either, so...

What about that belt buckle
that you found?

Well, according to Julia,

the buckle used in the attack
belonged to Chris.

So what are we looking for?

We'll know when we find it.

I wonder what
Chris Sublette is gonna think

when he wakes up and finds out

that his wife was cheating
on him with Barlow Connally.

I don't know how people
live with themselves.

Cheaters have a way
of rationalizing what they do.

Sometimes you just realize that
you married the wrong person.

I cheated on my wife.

You?

I called up, uh...

Lizzie Ambrose
last Friday night after work.

I didn't misdial. I...

Heard the phone ring
at the other end.

I just...
I just hung up.

Felt like I was cheating.

You're kidding me, right?

You're not kidding me.

Walt, you're talking about
your deceased wife...

The one who would want you
to be happy.

Is that why
you were drinking? Guilt?

Why would you put
your happy-couple pictures

in a drawer?

Maybe they were fighting.

Well...

...or Chris
was expecting company...

...someone who'd be
uncomfortable

seeing these pictures.

Maybe we should just ask him.

So, Chris, do you remember
who attacked you?

Now, I know about that
black-market painting of yours.

Think the attacker
was there for that?

I know you're in a lot of pain.

I just got a couple more
questions I need to ask you.

I just came from your house,

and I noticed none
of your photographs

of you and Julia are on display.

Ok, enough, enough. Chris.

He's had enough. Please.

Chris, were you
expecting company last night?

I love you.

Please, no!
Wait!

No, please!
Please stop!

Wait, wait, wait. No, no, no.
No, please!

Wait!

You have any idea
what the hell that was about?

No. But I'm gonna
find out.

Excuse me, sheriff,
can I help you?

Doctor, can you look at this chart for me?
Am I reading this right?

This person didn't lose conscious
as a result of head injuries?

No, sheriff.
No sign of concussion.

Looks more like there was
some kind of heart event,

possibly ventricular
fibrillation.

What causes
ventricular fibrillation?

Could be drugs...
Stimulants like cocaine...

Or maybe some kind
of electric shock.

Dennis.
Hey.

You still have those pictures
of Levi using his hot shot

on that bronc?

I think so.
Right in my office.

I know some of the more powerful
tasers used by law enforcement

leave a couple little red marks

where the electrodes
hit the body.

These hot shots
do the same thing?

Oh, it's hard to say.

If you can shave the horse hair
off and get down to skin,

you might see something.

The whole reason
we had the pictures

is 'cause it's really
the only way to prove anything.

Here.
Everything looks normal.

But Levi has a hot shot
hid in his chaps.

See? Right there.

Hot shot's connected
to this thin wire

that ran to the saddle
that provided the charge.

Afterwards,
he gets off his horse,

he disconnects,

and he and the hot shot walk out of
the arena. But Zac followed him.

That's how he got
these pictures.

Can you tell what kind
of cattle prod that is?

I need you to shock me.

What?

I need you to use
that hot shot on me.

No.
It's important.

It is insane.
Stop it.

Stop what? I'm just
trying to solve a crime.

No. You are
punishing yourself.

No, I'm not.
Walt...

...you are alive.

She is not. That sucks.
But it is what it is.

I hate that phrase. Never use
that phrase with me again.

"It is what it is."

Of course you hate the phrase.
It means you are powerless.

But, my friend... It is what it is.
Stop it.

It is what it is.

I'm serious.
I know.

You are so very serious. You
used to be fun. Sort of.

You used to be
not such a sanctimonious,

self-important judgmental prick.

I thought my head
was gonna explode.

Can you imagine?
No.

"Branch,
who you sleeping with?"

That's not funny.
Don't...

No shit.
I was there.

I can't keep lying
and sneaking around.

I'm... I'm nervous,
and I'm guilty all the time.

Not all the time.

Yeah, pretty close.

Maybe if you weren't
running against him,

it would be different.

I'll quit the race.

Branch, I'm serious.

So am I, Cady.

I don't want you
changing your life for me.

Why not?
What if I want to?

Because I'll feel more guilty
than I already do.

I just don't think that
this was... meant to be.

This...
Whatever this is...

It's over, Branch.

I don't want this to be over.

Hold on, Levi.
Got a warrant for your arrest.

Sheriff,
I drew a bad horse earlier,

but those guys over there said
they liked what they saw in me,

and they're big sponsors.

And they picked the toughest
horse they could find

and said if I could ride it,
they'd pick me up.

Now, this is my chance. I'm not
getting off this horse. Levi.

Sheriff, uh...

I'm behind
on my child-support payments.

You know...

Well, if I don't
get a check tonight,

I won't be able
to see my daughter.

You got eight seconds.

Thank you.

This hot shot
you used on your broncs here

was used in the assault
of Chris Sublette.

That hot shot
leaves these marks,

same kind of marks
we found on Chris Sublette.

You shocked him,
his heart spasmed...

And you stole his painting.

Look, I admit I cheated.

I shocked my horses,
but I did not beat on Chris,

and I sure as hell
didn't steal no painting.

What am I gonna do
with a painting?

Write a poem about it?

Hey, Walt,
someone just tried to pawn

"Custer's last fight."

Don't hog the cot.

When I come out of the red pony

about 2:00 A.M.
the other night,

that painting was sitting
in the back of my pickup.

What time did you arrive
at the red pony?

Uh, 4:00.

You were drinking for 10 hours?

Well, part of the time
I was pissing, but, yes, ma'am.

Call Henry and ask him.

I was indoors the whole time.

We know someone who wasn't.

Aw, hell, I was pretty ripped
the other night, Walt.

Sometimes you need
to get numb and dumb.

I understand. Even so, do you
remember seeing something

in the parking lot
last Friday night?

Someone put something
in the back of a pickup truck?

Drywall guy.

I remember seeing some feller
taking a big piece of drywall

out of the back of his truck,

put it in the back
of someone else's truck.

Could the drywall
have been a painting?

Could've been the moanin' Lisa
for all I know.

Bob, don't mess with me.
I'm not.

I see it...
The truck of the drywall guy,

or perhaps I should refer to him
as the connoisseur.

Truck had a bumper sticker
that really made me sad.

It was supposed to be funny,

but when you really
thought about it,

this guy is driving around
advertising his own humiliation.

And I thought...
Walt, Walt.

I thought that was like me.
Yeah.

What'd the bumper sticker say,
Bob?

"Bronc riders do it
in 8 seconds."

Oh, hey, sheriff.

You find Levi Giggs yet?

I did.

Who drives that truck?

We all do.
It's a family truck.

I need the family
to come down to the station.

Why?

One of you beat Chris Sublette

within an inch of his life
last Friday night.

If he don't pull through,
that's murder.

You know how much this is worth?

Sheriff, you want to tell us

what the hell
this is really about?

Between $300,000 and $400,000,

which begs the question,
why would one of you

have just dropped it in the back
of a stranger's pickup truck?

All right, Langley, Zac,
we're leaving.

You leave and I'll charge
you all, sort it out later.

First you say
we beat up Chris Sublette.

Now you say
we stole this painting.

Well, did you, Dennis?
No.

No, I did not.

Ok, then.

Where were you Friday night
around 1:00 A.M?

See, most people
have an answer for that one,

Dennis, even if it's a lie.

He does.

I mean, maybe he doesn't,

but he was not
at the Sublettes' house.

I'm sorry, Dennis, but...

Well, I was worried

that Dennis was having an affair
with Julia Sublette.

Honey, that's ridiculous.

He's always going to their house
and tending to the animals.

We just haven't been real close...
lately. Langley...

I mean, you've seen Julia,
sheriff.

I mean, she's beautiful.

You go to the Sublette house,
Langley?

I asked Zac to follow him.

Did you follow him, Zac? Yes.

But it's all gonna be ok.

That's what I'm trying
to tell you.

Zac followed him
to the Sublettes' house,

but he told me that
he was not having an affair

with Julia Sublette.

So, look, I don't know
what happened to Chris Sublette,

but neither Zac or Dennis

had anything to do with it.

What are you doing?!
Same size, Zac.

Are you crazy?
Get your hands off him!

This the boot
that put Chris into a coma?

We're gonna call a lawyer!

What's going on, son?

Were you there that night?
Tell me the truth.

The truth?

You're full of shit.

You watch your lip, boy.

We need to get out of here
right now.

You weren't
screwing Julia Sublette.

You were screwing her husband.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Did Levi put you up to this?

I saw your truck parked out
at the sublettes'.

I just got...
I just got so pissed.

I went to the window, figuring
I'd see you and Mrs. Sublette.

Then I looked in,
and you were...

Zac, please stop...

No, everyone has to hear this!

I went back to my truck.

I got the hot shot,

and then I... I-I waited.

And then when my dad left,
I went to the house,

rang the doorbell,
and Mr. Sublette answered.

He said something to me.

He called me...

He called me "son."

I just...
I flipped out.

You have to stop this.

He hit the security alarm,
and the alarm went off,

but I had the hot shot,

and it just took him right down.

And then
I started kicking him...

And beating him...

Until he just...
Stopped moving.

Dennis, is what Zac said about
you and Chris Sublette true?

No.
You son of a bitch!

Son! Son!
Son, get off!

I hate you!
I hate you!

I hate you, dad!

I hate you!
I hate... I hate you!

I hate you!

Where you been?

Out clearing my head.

Well, you always were
the thoughtful one.

A bit of an over-thinker.

Just out riding, dad,
not over-thinking.

Hmm.

Well, then, why haven't you
had the good sense

to play the cards
that were dealt you?

Walt Longmire
was drunk at a crime scene.

Now, don't you think
that's the kind of information

a voting public
deserves to know?

He was off-duty.

He didn't get behind the wheel,

and then he not only
helped save Chris' life,

he discovered the guy
who beat him

and recovered
a priceless work of art

that had been missing
for 70 years.

Geez, why don't you
just marry him?

I think I'll be
a good sheriff, dad.

But I could still
learn a few things from Walt.

I'm not so sure running
against him this term

is such a good idea.

You're not trying to earn
a cub scout badge, Branch.

You're running for sheriff.

Your ancestors didn't die

in coal mines and wars
for nothing.

They built Wyoming

when nobody else
knew where in the hell it was!

This is your time, son.

Walt's had his.

I wouldn't use the drinking
against him.

I don't need
to use the drinking.

He's not as pure
as you think he is.

Now, son, I know
that you like the man.

But I advise you
to set that aside for a while

and find something about him
to hate!

The whole painting is a lie.

That is why I took it down.

Custer's outfit,
the Indians' dress.

The battle is even
on the wrong side of the river.

Most everything people learned
about little bighorn is fiction.

If you repeat a lie often
enough, it becomes the truth.

Whoa, sounds like it's getting
pretty heavy over here.

I had no idea you were so arty.

I got your message.

So you did.

May I get you
something to drink, ma'am?

Yes, you may.

Uh...

Now, Henry, it's on me.