All language subtitles for 06-Longmire.S03E06

It is my fault Hector is dead.

I am the one who asked him
to help with Miller Beck.

Hector's dead because
David Ridges killed him.

So Nighthorse lied?

David is alive?

I think Nighthorse sent his former employee

to kill the only man who
could prove you're innocent.

Branch and I tried to talk to him,

but we didn't get very far.

Turns out he's hired Malachi Strand

as his new head of security.

Funny.

Malachi did not mention that

when he came in yesterday
and offered to buy my bar.

This whole thing's starting
to feel like a conspiracy.

I just need to find a way

to get at Malachi and Nighthorse.

Figure out what they have planned.

I know of one guy who
is working for Malachi.

When Malachi was in prison, the man was...

staking out my bar, saving Malachi's seat.

This man tell you his name?

He comes back, you call me.

We'll track him down.

You mean you will track him down.

Rough night?

I got you coffee and a
danish if you can stomach it.

Come on, buddy. Wake up.

Wake up.

He's okay.

He's all right. A few too many.

Ferg!

Ferg!

- What's going on, Sheriff?
- Nothing.

I just need your help to get this drunk guy

back to the station without making a scene.

Let's pick him up.

Okay.

Uh, he's not drunk.

Of course he's drunk.

Get him back across the street. Okay.

One, two, three.

We can't walk him.

This guy's dead.

Just keep it together, Ferg.

Up.

Come on.

Come on, Ferg.

Excuse us, ladies.

I got all the weight.

Pick him up.

Lift him up, Ferg.

Morning. Morning.

Sheriff, why are we doing this?

Because this dead man
is worth $100 million.

Uh, t-this bum? Are you serious?

According to his I.D.,
this is Welles Vanblarcom.

As in Vanblarcom mining?

Didn't his mom die like eight years ago

and leave him a bunch of cash in her will?

Yep.

He's been missing for 30 years.

Most people figured he was dead, so...

Which...

he is.

My God, I read all about this.

It was all over the news, even in Philly.

Which is why none of you
can say a word about this.

This is national news.

We need to notify the
Vanblarcoms and make an I.D.

Before the press gets any wind of it.

Are we gonna bring the
family into the station?

No, if they show up
here or at the hospital,

people will start asking questions.

No.

We take the body to them.

So...

we're carrying him back down the stairs?

Table for one, or will
Malachi be joining you?

Malachi wants his heads.

I'm afraid that will take some time.

They're attached with hex bolts.

I need a special wrench to take them down.

Come back at 5:00.

I'll be here at 2:00.

Have them ready to go.

So, it looks like Welles
Vanblarcom didn't have much family.

Just a brother, a sister, and a nephew.

Their combined net worth was $500 million.

How does one family
even get that much money?

Silver.

Grandfather was a miner who struck it rich.

Family's practically Wyoming royalty.

That would explain the castle.

Can I help you?

Sheriff Longmire.

I'm here to see Penny
and Graham Vanblarcom.

Hello, Penny.

Hello, Walt.

- Graham.
- Walt.

Hi.

This is Deputy Moretti.

Hello.

I'm sorry about all this.

Are you sure it's him?

Well, we found an I.D. and
his social security card.

Both match your brother's.

We need you to identify
him before it's official.

I don't know how much help we'll be.

We were both so young when Welles ran away.

Oh, my God.

I-I suppose it's him.

He looks an awful lot like the sketch.

Yeah.

What sketch?

Eight years ago, when our mother died

and left Welles' inheritance,
we had this sketch made.

It's a projection of what
Welles would've looked like

30 years after this picture was taken.

We gave copies of the sketch

to different P.I.'s all across the country.

Even offered a huge cash reward,

but, uh, they never
showed up with anything.

It's funny how he was
missing all these years

only to be found dead

a few miles from his childhood home.

Maybe he was trying to come home finally.

Wish he would've come back a lot sooner.

Would've meant a lot to our mother.

She never stopped hoping
that he'd come back.

She even set a place for
him for dinner every night.

Geez!

What is with all the birds?!

Mom loved them.

She even left money in
her will to maintain them.

She left all sorts of provisions

for us to keep this place like a shrine.

But the birds, they were her pets.

I know she would want Welles'
body buried in the family plot.

Would you mind taking his
body to the... to the mortuary?

Unfortunately, uh...

Who is this?

… when a body’s found on public land,

we're required to do an autopsy.

I promise to keep the matter private.

- Thank you.
- How did you get this number?

It's a reporter asking
about our brother's death.

How'd they find out?

I tweeted it.

Standing Bear! It's 2:00.

I'm a little busy.

The bar sink is broken.
The heads are on the table.

You sure this is everything?

I don't want to have to come back.

A sentiment we both share.

I never thought of you
as the garden party type,

but you seemed real comfortable

with the monopoly twins back there,

especially Penny.

My dad looked after their stables.

I'd go in sometimes.

Penny would come down to sketch
the horses while we worked.

Sketch the horses?

Sounds like she had a crush on you.

What were you like at 12?

Chatty, I bet, right?

Sheriff, how long ago did
the Vanblarcom heir die?

Had he been in Wyoming
this whole time, Sheriff?

Sheriff, are you getting any
sort of reward from the family?

No comment.

Nothing. I got nothing. If
you hit conference call...

We tried calling Vic to warn you.

Oh, the phones got overloaded.

Calls from the reporters,

and now the whole system has shut down.

Ferg, keep an eye on the door.

So, the missing Vanblarcom
heir finally showed up?

Where you been?

Working.

Got that transcript from
Malachi's parole hearing.

Also talked with my friend

who works with the county assayer.

He's got maps of all the caves
near where we found Hector.

I figured we'd pick him
up, head over to the caves,

start looking for Ridges.

I got my hands full here.

You go.

As soon as things die down, I'll join you.

Hey, you know, I can go with Branch

till you can catch up.

I'm fine on my own.

Take her.

Henry.

It is a beautiful day at the
Red Pony and continual soiree.

No one is able to come to the
phone, so please leave a message.

Not much of a soiree, Henry. I'm outside.

The door is locked, and we had a meeting,

so call me, please.

Shit.

- Ruby.
- Hmm?

Ferg and I are heading to Durant Memorial.

The autopsy shows that Welles
died of a drug overdose.

Seems like you've got

quite the crowd out there, Longfinger.

You came by early to talk.

We're ready to talk.

We found these cameras this
afternoon that were hidden

outside my office and
at the construction site.

We thought you might like them back.

What makes you think they belong to me?

Well, seems you've taken a keen interest

in, uh, Mr. Nighthorse's activities.

See, I have a habit of getting a warrant

before I plant any
surveillance equipment, so...

There's only one store in
town that sells these cameras.

Last week, a man came in
and bought a whole bunch.

Name on the receipt was, uh...

Branch Connally.

I'm gonna need to talk to your Deputy.

He's busy.

Uh-huh.

You might want to reevaluate

some of your employees, Walt.

You're only as good as the people you hire.

Ferg.

Get Branch on your cellphone.

Now!

Hey. Please.

I told you all to wait in the foyer.

You haven't told me anything.

Who are you?

Welles Vanblarcom,

and reports of my death
are greatly exaggerated.

I'll admit you look somewhat
like this police sketch,

but if I'm gonna believe you're Welles,

I'll need to see some proof.

My word's not good enough for you?

Not when the man we found
had two forms of I.D. saying

he was Welles Vanblarcom, no.

I gave those to him.

I got sick of people trying to find me.

I don't even go by Welles anymore.

Everyone just calls me John.

John.

Were you and the dead man close?

I just met him at a bar
one night in Cleveland.

He looked a little like me.

I thought, "if I give him my I.D.,

I could disappear for good."

How do I know you're not just some imposter

trying to lay claim to
the Vanblarcom inheritance?

Because I don't want anything from them.

Money messes people up.

I just came here because I
want that man's real family

to know he's dead.

Can you give me his name?

No. But you're a cop.

I'm sure you have ways of figuring it out.

I do.

But before I start looking into it,

I need to be sure that you are who you say.

Now, the fastest way to
prove you're Welles is

to do a DNA test.

Not a chance.

I've spent decades trying
to keep myself hidden.

I take a DNA test, and I
got the press all over me.

Okay.

Let's go see your brother and sister, then.

They might be able to identify you.

They're strangers to me,

and I prefer to keep it that way.

I know my rights. You can't hold me here.

Maybe not.

But I can tell those reporters

that you're the real Welles Vanblarcom,

and you'll never have
another moment's privacy.

Or we could just take a
ride and talk to your family.

Hypothetical question.

Um, say a client that you
represent was released on bail

and he's not exactly
where he's supposed to be.

Henry bolted, didn't he?

- Maybe.
- You need to find him

before the monitoring
company realizes he's gone.

Otherwise, all that bail
money is out the window, okay,

and he's in jail every
day up until the trial.

That... that can't happen

because he barely made
it out alive last time.

Maybe I should call my dad.

No, no, no. Bad idea.

Listen, you're protected by
attorney-client privilege, okay,

but anyone else you tell is
required by law to reveal it,

or they could face jail time.

And you really shouldn't
even be telling me this

unless you're trying to bring
me officially onboard the case.

Can't afford you.

So tell me, where would I
find Henry if he were missing?

Hypothetically.

Look up.

Hello. I'm Penelope.

I guess I'm your brother.

Given our family's wealth,

you can understand why
we might be skeptical.

Perhaps you could answer
a few questions, like...

where were you born?

In a hospital, I imagine.

Cut that out.

What was our mom's full name?

Mother?

What was my nickname?

Welles was the only
one who called me by it.

How dare you?

You're not our brother.

Fine, I'm not your brother.

But I'm telling you the guy
in the morgue isn't, either.

Hey.

You're not tweeting that.

Hey, man.

Hey!

Hey, where are you going?

Far from here.

Look, all I wanted was to
do right by that poor man.

- So if you'll just excuse me...
- Look.

Whether you're Welles or not,
I got a dead man in the morgue,

and so far, you're the only
person who knows who he is.

You're staying till this thing is settled.

Where? In your jail cell?
Are you arresting me?

No.

No, there's, uh, too many
reporters at the station.

I know a place.

It's not a hotel.

There's a couch you could sleep on.

Just nothing fancy.

Okay, that's the last one.

Looks like we're live.

It's fancy.

I didn't know the department
had money for gear like this.

They don't. I bought them.

Cameras will switch on if
anybody comes through here.

Better find a campsite.

I'm sorry. A campsite?

We're gonna sleep out here?

Who said anything about sleep?

You got to sleep sometime.

What are you doing out here, Vic?

I said I was fine on my own.

Go back. Take my truck if you want.

I don't feel very comfortable
leaving you out here

when there's a murderer on the loose.

Especially one that is so
hell-bent on killing you.

There's some extra gear in there.

Did the tox screen show

what kind of drug he overdosed on?

It was an opiate of some kind,

but it was too pure to be heroin, so...

...we're running some further tests.

Excuse me.

So, someone else is claiming to be you.

I'm not sure if I believe him,

but says you died of a drug overdose.

I don't see any track marks on your arms.

How is it you can disappear for decades...

and show up a few miles from home

right in front of my station?

Where were you before?

Thought you'd be working
the Vanblarcom case.

Hobnobbing with millionaires,

not hanging out with the homeless.

I'm doing both.

Has the high school donated
any clothes recently?

Yeah, every summer, we get

all their unsold sweatshirts
and jerseys and socks.

You name it.

Thought these looked familiar.

I wore the same colors

when I played football for the team.

Bryant.

You remember giving
these socks to this man?

Yeah, I remember him.

He came in... a few
days ago with his friend.

Which friend?

You mind if I sit, Sergeant?

I want to ask you some questions

about the man you came
into the shelter with.

Oh, you mean Welles?

You two are friends?

Sort of.

Met him in Cleveland a while back.

He's a nice guy, but
when you're on the street,

it's really easy for a guy
like him to get hurt, you know?

So started looking out for him.

You're a long way from Cleveland.

What brought you two out here?

Welles just found out
he came into some money.

Said he'd cut me in on it
if I made the trip with him.

I said okay, but I don't
know how much I believe him.

Guy's kind of schizo.

He ever tell you anything about his family?

No.

I asked him about them once, but...

he got real dark,

started screaming some
gibberish about his mom.

Got the feeling something
bad happened between them.

Well, considering his drug habit,

family might've found him hard to handle.

Uh, Welles never did drugs.

Hell, that was part of his problem.

Wouldn't even take the crazy meds

the, uh, the shrinks gave him.

Is Welles in some kind of trouble?

You're the second person
to ask me about him.

Who's the first?

Some private investigator
came around two days ago,

asking if I'd seen Welles.

Was a... a big guy.

Have a birthmark on the side of his face?

Yeah.

Anyway, I told him, uh, told him I...

I hadn't seen Welles in a few days.

Woke up two mornings
ago and... was just gone.

Thanks.

Welles is... dead, isn't he?

Drug overdose.

Then somebody killed him.

Looks that way.

What, you come here to gloat?

I searched for Welles Vanblarcom for years.

He turns up dead on your doorstep.

When did you first
start looking for Welles?

Eight years back.

Family hired me along with a bunch
of other agencies around the country.

We didn't have much to go on, though.

Just this sketch showing
what he would've looked like

30 years later.

I was given a different
sketch by the family.

Well, it's not uncommon

to have a few composites drawn up.

The family probably gave different sketches

to different investigators.

I looked for Welles for
about a year and a half.

Tracked him all the way to Cleveland,

but then the trail went cold.

The family was only paying
me for travel and food,

so I wasn't make enough money

and, you know, had to call it quits.

Ah.

So, why were you looking for him
two days ago at the homeless shelter?

Well, you know how it is, Walt.

It's hard to give up on
the cases you don't solve.

I pursued Welles for so
long, and then the other day,

I see a guy looks just like my sketch.

I really thought I'd seen him.

Apparently, I did.

Mind if I keep this?

Sure.

And hey, congrats.

I'm just glad to see

a local boy get that big
bonus from the family.

Well, Sheriff's Department
doesn't get rewards

for doing its job.

Cady, I am sorry I did not pick up earlier.

Dead battery. I just charged
it and saw you called.

37 times. Where are you?

There was something urgent
I needed to take care of.

No, you can't just take off, Henry.

When something comes
up, you ask me for help.

You ask my dad.

Cady, I am tired of everybody else

doing things for me.

I need to take matters into my own hands.

A good man is dead now because of me.

I'm sorry.

I can't imagine how
hard that must be, but...

there are a lot of people here
that care about what happens to you.

None of us wants to see you back in prison.

I am sorry. I will come back now.

See you soon.

You've reached the Longmire residence.

Sorry we're not here to take
your call. Please leave a message.

- Pick up, Ferg.
- We'll be happy to call you back.

Pick up.

Sorry, Sheriff. I didn't know it was you.

The caller I.D. said "Vanblarcom."

I confiscated a phone
from Carter Vanblarcom.

How's my house guest?

Snoring.

You find out anything new about our victim?

Well, I'm not sure

if he's a dead heir or a dead imposter.

Either way, it looks like he was murdered.

Really? By who?

I'm having trouble finding
anyone that knew him.

He had one buddy at the homeless shelter,

and there's a Private Investigator

who thinks he saw him.

Other than that,

the only person who seems to have met
the victim is sleeping in my house.

What if this John guy
really is Welles Vanblarcom?

I mean, maybe the dead guy
tried to blackmail him...

You know, threaten to expose
him if he didn't pay up.

John could've killed our victim

and then made up this story
about swapping identities

to cover his tracks.

You're getting the idea.

You're babysitting a murder suspect.

Keep your eyes open.

On it.

Oh!

Whew.

Good morning. Uh, good evening.

- You're here late.
- Yep.

You know the phones are back up.

I wanted to be sure I've got
all these messages written down

before I went home.

Where are all the reporters?

Well, some of them are probably drinking.

Some are sleeping,

and some are posting their articles.

Ruby, if you'd been given this sketch,

would you have known to follow our victim?

Probably not.

They don't look all that similar.

What about this one?

That looks just like him.

Okay.

Now that the phones are working again,

would you mind calling the phone company?

Have them pull the records on Fred Tavish.

- That's that Private Investigator?
- Yeah.

Uh, and in the morning,
call Durant Financial.

I want to take a look at his bank records.

Okay, Walt.

Hello, Deena.

Oh, my God. I-I can't believe this.

Come in.

Hi, baby.

I tried calling you.
When I didn't hear back,

I thought maybe you
were angry or something.

Deena, just... just stop for a second.

I do not know if you heard,

but I spent a little time in jail.

What?

Henry, what did you...

Being there... gave me
a lot of time to think

about what is really important to me.

So, Deena...

I have a question for you.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Deena...

where the hell is my $40,000?

You're just cruel.

And stealing from me was not?!

Betraying me again?!

Get out! Now!

You were the only other person

who had the combination to my safe.

Ow!

Are you sleeping with
that guy who just left?

Darius? Oh, please.

What? You want to hurt me?

Do you want to hit me?

Go ahead!

Aah!

I would not hit you.

But if you do not tell
me why you did this to me,

I will not be the only
one of us going to prison.

You're hurting me.

Son of a...

Oh!

- I am hurting you?
- Yes!

Forget about the fact that
I cannot afford a lawyer

or that I cannot pay my own bail!

How do you think I feel knowing
that the woman I love stole from me?!

That wasn't part of the deal!

What deal?

I got... I got into money trouble.

The kind of trouble
that you leave town for.

And I...

I met Darius at a 9-ball tournament

at Backseat Billiards,

and he offered to... help get me right.

In exchange for a favor?

Not that kind of favor.

He just asked me to get in contact with you

and just keep tabs on the
business at the Red Pony,

and that's it.

And he asked you to steal from me?

Baby, he didn't ask.

I didn't mean to hurt you, Henry.

He didn't give me any choice.

There is always a choice, Deena.

In this case, we both
just made the wrong one.

Where's my deputy?

Inside. Hiding all the knives.

What did you tell him?

That you're a murder suspect.

This is a nice life you got.

If I had had this, I
wouldn't have needed to leave.

You still don't believe me?

You haven't done much to convince me, so...

I don't really care whether
you believe me or not, Wally.

That's what your dad used to call you.

Wally. Right?

I remember.

He used to bring you around

when he was working at the stables.

You're lucky.

Your dad worked.

He worked hard.

You work.

You appreciate the value
of things in your marrow.

I needed to get away from my life

if I was ever gonna know that feeling.

You never felt the urge to come back?

Not even when your mother was sick?

I tried calling once.

But by that point...

her cancer was pretty advanced.

And she was so doped up on pain killers,

she didn't even know who I was.

So...

I decided to stay off the grid.

But you were never really
off the grid, were you?

You took some money with you.

Well, I'm not stupid.

You recognize this man?

Large amount of money was
deposited in his account

around the same time he
stopped looking for you.

He didn't get that money

from your brother and your sister.

- Did you give it to him?
- He found me in Cleveland.

I paid him to leave me
alone and keep quiet.

He definitely knows what you look like?

I'd say so.

Right.

I made breakfast.

Eggs.

No, thanks. I'll pass.

Again, if you want to head back...

No, it's fine.

I'll wait till Walt can get here.

You think I can't be out here on my own?

Really.

I said it's okay.

What do you think I'm gonna do?

I don't know, Branch.

Kidnap a guy and force him to take peyote ?

Travis tell you that?

So, you're not gonna deny it?

Okay.

Maybe now you understand
why I am not so excited

to leave you out here alone.

You think I'm losing it.

But you have no idea what
it's like to know the truth

and not have anyone believe you.

The only way to prove that Ridges was alive

and that he shot me was
to break a couple of laws.

Travis and I didn't hurt that guy.

We just used the peyote
he already had on him.

And let's not forget I
was right about Ridges.

Oh, come on!

We both work for a man

who doesn't stop until he has answers.

Don't you compare yourself to Walt!

Right.

I forgot you two have
a special relationship.

Listen.

I'd understand if you
felt you had to tell Walt.

But this isn't about me
trying to save my job.

This is about me trying to
find the man who shot me,

who scalped and murdered Hector,

and, for all we know,
may be coming back for me.

So you do what you got to do.

But I'll tell you now...
my conscience is clear.

I got to pee.

Can I help you.

Walt Longmire to see Penny and Graham.

One moment.

That's good.

I'll compare these samples
to the body at the morgue.

But the man I brought in
earlier is, uh, refusing

to submit to the test.

Can't you make him?

I can't force a man to
inherit money he doesn't want.

A Mr. Tavish is here to see you.

Fred? What are you doing here?

I got your text.

"Fred, it's Penny. Come right over."

Actually, uh... that was me.

These things are pretty handy.

So, when was the last time you saw Fred?

Six, seven years ago, I guess.

Oh.

Well, you respond pretty fast

to people you're so out of touch with.

Well, they were good clients.

Uh-huh.

So, you didn't think you'd been called here

to receive a bonus?

Even though you already got one years ago

when you actually found Welles

and he paid you not to say anything.

You found Welles?

See, here's what I don't understand, Fred.

You knew what their brother looked like,

so why were you hunting down this guy?

Now, look, I...

He doesn't even look anything like

the sketch you were given eight years ago.

Unless you were working off this sketch.

How would I have gotten that?

From Penny and Graham.

Well, they just told you

I haven't talked to them in seven years.

According to your phone records,

you've had four calls from this house

in the past week.

Your drawing skills have
really gotten better, Penny.

I didn't know it was your work at first.

I thought it looked like a police sketch.

But the perspective was wrong.

Almost looked like a...

like an image from a security camera.

Like the one at your front gate.

The victim came to this house, didn't he?

His image was caught on the camera.

You drew it and gave it to Fred Tavish.

Yes, all... all right.

I gave Fred the sketch, but
that man was harassing us,

and I hired Fred to find
him and make him stop.

Why didn't you call me?

Is that what people do?

Well, people that don't
have something to hide.

I don't have anything to...

Why would I have something to hide?

Fred never found the man.

You were the one who found him dead.

And you identified him as your brother,

even though you knew he was an imposter.

Ever since our mother passed,

we've been the victims of con artists.

I just... if I said he was my brother,

it would put an end to it.

I just wanted it all over with.

How badly did you want it to be over?

Enough to hire Fred to
find a man and kill him?

You told us it was an overdose.

So, how does an accidental overdose

of a homeless addict become murder?

It's murder when the
victim doesn't take drugs.

When the drugs in the
system are the same given

to cancer patients in pain

and the drug is an opiate,

it can be confused with
heroin in a tox screen.

My wife used it during
her cancer treatment.

I assume your mother used it during hers.

And seeing as how this, uh,

this place is preserved like a shrine,

I'll bet I can find it
in her medicine cabinets

when I search the house.

You give those drugs to
Fred to kill that man?

- I didn't kill anybody!
- Fred, just sit down.

- Fred, sit down.
- Penny called me.

She said some bum came to their door,

claiming he was Welles.

She kicked him to the curb,

but then she realized
that she could use that guy

to get her hands on Welles' money.

So she decided to offer the
homeless man a million bucks

to sign paperwork saying that he was Welles

and forfeiting his inheritance.

Only problem was he wouldn't go for it.

The guy was convinced he really was Welles,

and he wanted all the money.

I thought that was that,

and then she came back in

and jammed the guy with a needle.

Penny told me I could still get paid

if I would dump the body
where it could be found.

That way, she could I.D. him later

and get Welles' money.

So, $50 million wasn't
enough for you, Penny?

You think it was about the money?

It was never about the money.

Our brother just took off.

Your brother just wanted to be left alone.

No, he abandoned us.

He turned his back on
our family, on everything.

He knew how cruel our mother was,

and he left me to take care of her.

I nursed her.

I gave her, her medications.

I took care of her damn birds.

I gave up my life for that woman

and he got all her affection.

He got double the money we did.

Just wasn't fair.

It's not fair to take your revenge

on an innocent man, either.

Penny.

Thank you. I appreciate your understanding.

No problem. Take care of yourself.

You're lucky I was here to
stall him for half an hour.

I am also lucky that I could fit

through the window in my office.

It is more narrow than I recall.

Where were you?

You said that you were gonna be right back.

I need to talk to your father.

I have good news.

I broke up with Deena.

Deena came here?

I also managed to get a
picture of Malachi's guy.

Henry, this picture wasn't
taken at the Red Pony.

No, it was not.

Hey!

I'm your lawyer,

so you don't get to have
private conversations anymore.

What's going on?

His name is Darius. He works for Malachi.

I found out he blackmailed my ex-girlfriend

into stealing my money.

He approached her a couple of months ago

at Backseat Billiards.

Backseat billiards?

That's in Denver.

Yes.

Malachi Strand has people
working for him in Denver.

Is this the guy that had mom killed?

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