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Where are you going?

Inside.

No, you're not.

What do I got to do to earn my way back in?

I don't know.

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It's okay. Nobody needs to worry.

This isn't my blood, and this
isn't Branch's blood, so...

Well, actually, this is my blood,

but it's not as bad as it looks.

I'm fine.

So, whose blood...

David Ridges.

He was alive. Now he's dead.

Ruby, I need you to prepare some paperwork.

Okay, okay. On what?

Branch's suspension.

I want to make sure we
do everything by the book.

He gets a fair, thorough hearing.

Ferg... gather up Branch's
personal belongings...

...and take them over to his place.

Me?

I don't want him coming back here.

I can take care of myself.

I'm not asking. I'm telling, Ferg.

And, Ruby.

Uh-huh?

Give me a copy of that, uh, immunity deal

that Jacob Nighthorse signed.

What do you need that for?

'Cause I need to see if Jacob Nighthorse

violated the terms of that deal.

You said you found David Ridges.

More like he found me with
some help from a friend.

Where are you going now?

To arrest Nighthorse.

Walter, you can't go out looking like that.

You need to clean yourself up.

No, no, no. Go like that.

Looks like you mean business.

- Get him.
- Sheriff.

- Nighthorse!
- Just get him!

Nighthorse!

Susan, get out here. Find Malachi.

What's going on?

You made Walt mad.

Whoa. What happened to you?

Don't pretend to be surprised.

Sheriff, put those away.

You made a deal with my client.

Which he violated.

- I most certainly did not.
- You set me up.

You told Ridges where I was gonna be,

- and he ambushed me!
- That is not true.

Well, I'm done taking your word.

We assumed as much.

That's why we have this.

I am acutely aware

of how badly you want
to catch me in something,

so I recorded my conversation with Ridges.

David it's good to hear from you.
Where are you, man?

Why do you want to know that?

You've never asked me that before.

I'm worried about you. Are you okay?

I will be.

I'm with a medicine woman.

That's good.

You should let her take
care of you, brother.

Is it that trailer out by Horse Creek?

- Yeah.
- That's good.

Jacob, I will not see you
again, not in this time.

David, listen to me, man.

There's not one thing on that call

that suggests my client did anything

to violate his agreement.

So sorry to disappoint you.

He nearly killed me.

Yeah.

We're all sure glad that he didn't.

And I'm gonna ask you
for like the 100th time.

Please leave me alone.

You think you're smarter than me?

I think you are blinded by your prejudice.

I'm prejudiced?

How else would you explain it?

The years you've spent,

trying to keep me from succeeding,

trying to fabricate some
grand criminal conspiracy

when all I've done is
try to help my community.

Just picking up where your wife left off.

Aah!

Shit!

I'm so sorry, Vic. I had no intention...

No, it's fine. I get it.

The guy was talking shit about your wife.

I can't believe I hit you.

Seriously, it's the best thing
that's happened to me all week.

You think Nighthorse is right?

You think I'm trying to rail road him?

I don't know,

and the phone call seemed pretty legit.

What time is it?

Why?

I need a drink.

What are you doing here?

Walt wanted me to... bring over your stuff.

You cleaned out my desk...
to make room for your stuff.

No, I-I... That's...

It's okay, Ferg. You deserve it.

It's temporary, right?

Right.

What happened to you two?

The usual.

- Walt punched me.
- Oh.

Hey, Dad, do you remember Detective Fales

ever using any kind of racist or
pejorative language about Henry?

I don't know. Why?

Because I found something odd

in the original search
warrant for the Red Pony.

The original warrant?

There's more than one?

The Judge denied the first
one, and you can see why.

It was rather underwritten

and only suggested that they
were looking for feathers

in a native-owned business.

Feathers?

Right, so, I was thinking
that we could make a case

that Detective Fales was persecuting Henry

with some sort of racist agenda.

Vic? Are you okay?

Yeah.

What the hell happened to him?

David Ridges ambushed him.

David Ridges is alive?

No.

Why did he just walk out of here?

I don't know.

I think you've been spending
too much time with Walt.

You have picked up his speech patterns.

Feathers. They keep turning up everywhere.

Maybe Fales wasn't being racist.

Maybe feathers turned
up in his investigation,

same as it did mine.

- I don't get it.
- Nor do I.

Dr. Weston pulled a crow
feather from Branch's wound

after David Ridges shot him.

Now, Ridges was wearing
this when he attacked me.

The first time that Fales
put in for a warrant,

the only thing he was
looking for was feathers.

You think Fales found a crow feather

on Miller Beck's body?

There was no mention of feathers

anywhere in the murder book.

I need to borrow someone's cellphone.

Dad.

Dad!

Where are you going?!

Denver.

Denver Police Department.
Homicide Division.

Yeah, uh, I need to
speak to Detective Vogel.

I'm sorry. He's no
longer with the division.

You want me to transfer you to his office?

Sure.

Vice division.

Uh, Detective Vogel, please.

I'm sorry. He's not on duty.

I need to find him. I'm
one of his informants.

After years and years of searching

and sailing all the seven seas,
my quest is finally at its end.

At long last, I have finally
found the white whale!

Please don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me.

Hey, buddy, can you lose the hat?

You remember me?

Seriously? At my kid's play?

It's important.

Right, right, right, because
whatever problem you've got,

it's always the most
important problem in the world.

Well, you didn't seem to think so

when you were investigating
my wife's murder.

What's it been? Two, three years?

I really thought I was
done with you, Longmire.

Homicide to vice.

That's not usually a promotion.

I have you to thank for that.

They didn't kick you out because of me.

It didn't help that you
filed three formal complaints.

You got forced out by Fales, didn't you?

That shithead was working narcotics

and saw that dead methhead as his chance

to force his way into a
better job in homicide.

So, you were still on the case

when Miller Beck's body was found?

Yeah.

Fales is ambitious,

and I think he's more
interested in closing cases

than solving them correctly.

I think Fales is trying to
railroad an innocent man.

Now, you want to help me try and prove

he's got the wrong guy?

You do that,

I'll send you a thank-you note.

But I'm not getting involved.

Last time I messed with
Fales, he screwed my career.

I do it again, he's gonna end it.

Private school, Sheriff. It's not cheap.

Did you find a crow feather...

...where Miller Beck was buried?

You know, I was the one
who found that feather.

Fales... he dismissed it.

He said it was just, you know,

part of the debris in the grave...

bottle caps and pebbles and all that.

But that feather was the
only thing in his mouth.

I knew it was something.

How do you even know about it?

Well, it was listed on
Fales' first search warrant

that was kicked back by a judge.

That's unbelievable.

He tries to make me feel
stupid for fixating on it,

then he goes and he takes it to a judge.

Well, now he's back to
pretending he never found it,

but I have a killer in my county

who leaves crow feathers

in the... in the bodies of his victims.

Sort of a calling card.

Feels like it's the same
guy that killed Miller Beck,

but I don't have a picture
or photo of the feather.

I could have sworn we
had a crime-scene photo

of that feather somewhere.

Was it a 4-inch crow feather?

No, it wasn't quite that long,

but part of it had broken off.

It didn't have that long quill.

What is it?

That is an autopsy.

Fastest autopsy I've ever seen.

Started at 11:40 and done by 11:54.

Not sure they did anything
besides take the x-ray.

Why waste extra time on some
worthless dead drug user?

Twisted neck makes it hard to see,

but I think it's there.

What's there?

The rest of your feather.

So, you think David Ridges put a feather

down Miller Beck's throat
and then broke his neck?

I don't think so. I know so.

Based on this?

Yeah.

No?

I suppose that little mark
could be part of a feather,

but I do not think I
would stake my life on it.

I don't see how we're gonna get our hands

on harder evidence than this.

Detective Vogel is so scared
of Fales, he won't testify.

Now, we could try and get our hands

on the original case files,

but we'd have to go through Fales.

I wouldn't put it past him
to destroy the evidence.

And then we are back to a theory

about a crazy time-traveling dog soldier.

Nope.

We need to have the feather itself in hand,

and Miller Beck is six feet under.

Where?

Where what?

"Miller Beck is six feet under."

Where?

Northern Colorado.

Henry, you can't do this.

What? Dig up a body

or leave while under house arrest?

Both.

- I will pay you to be my official escort.
- Can't.

Everyone in my office

has been officially barred by the court

from escorting you. Conflict of interest.

Screw it.

If this does not work out,

I'm going back to prison
soon enough anyway.

- Henry!
- What?

We're gonna need that.

Walt? You call me out of the blue.

I haven't seen you in months.

Been busy.

You gonna tell me what's going on?

Only if you ask, and I'm hoping you don't.

Got this jailbird with you.

This illegal?

No comment.

Gas money.

Son, you owe me an apology,
an explanation, and a shotgun.

Dad...

I'll forego the first
two for a cup of coffee.

I heard you got suspended.

- Yeah.
- You think you can beat it?

Honestly, I don't know.

Then don't even try.

You'll spend the rest of your career

apologizing and proving yourself.

My advice... move on.

Move on to what?

I had those printed up six years ago

before you decided to become a Deputy.

Business cards.

Yeah.

I think it's time you
joined the family business.

I don't know.

Look, Branch, it may not have happened

the way you wanted it to,

but I, for one, am glad
that it finally did.

I'm not gonna live forever,
and I'd like to know

that the business is staying in the family.

You want me to take over the company?

Companies.

Eventually.

Of course, if you need to think about it...

Actually, I-I do have one question.

I mean, if I'm gonna come work with you,

am I gonna have to deal
with Jacob Nighthorse?

What do you mean?

I mean, does Connally LLC
do business with Nighthorse?

Not if I can help it.

Why do you ask?

'Cause that's your car.

So it is.

How'd you get that?

Surveilling Nighthorse.

What were you doing out there, Dad?

I was doing what Walt Longmire couldn't do.

All he can do is ask
questions, and Nighthorse lies.

But I could make it clear to Nighthorse

that if anything more happened
to you, proof or no proof,

I would put him in the ground.

Thanks, Dad.

When I was in jail, I missed
fresh air and exercise,

but this is not exactly how I imagined it.

Why six feet under?

Why not five feet under?

At the very least,

it discourages this sort of behavior.

Yep.

I think that's him.

I will get some rope.

Hopefully, we can lift out the casket.

Walt!

Thank God you're here.

Who are you?

Sheriff. Absaroka county, Wyoming.

I've been chasing this guy for weeks.

We got a call from a monitoring company

that one of their guys skipped parole.

Henry Standing Bear. This is him.

This guy's been robbing graves
all over my county for weeks.

Couldn't catch him in the act, though.

Why does he have two shovels?

I just asked the smartass
the same question.

You know what he said?

No.

Tell him what you said.

In case one of them breaks.

Well, I'd be glad to
take him off your hands,

but I could use your help.

With what?

Well, this psychopath has gotten away

with stealing 10 bodies.

No evidence.

Now, this casket could be the difference
between him going to jail and walking free.

Okay, here we go.

Is it in there?

I don't know. Take a look.

Me?

Okay, don't take a look.

Go back to prison for
the rest of your life.

I am concerned about the
chain of custody issues

that the prosecution will bring
up in the trial if I were to...

Fine. You're gonna owe me one.

Only if you find that feather.

I guess you owe me one.

1, 2, 3.

Given the up-close-and-personal
nature of the murder,

I'd be surprised if we didn't find

some of David Ridges' DNA on this guy.

Another good reason for me

not to be the one to touch the body.

Oh, good point.

Hey, Sheriff. Where have you been?

Ferg, where's Ridges?

Gone. Didn't you know?

How can he be gone?

This door's supposed to be locked.

Yeah, I think someone picked it.

I just lifted some prints from the door.

Someone stole a corpse?

I know. Pretty sick, right?

So, what do you have here?

Less than we thought if we
don't get Ridges' body back.

Taillight's out.

It wasn't 10 seconds ago.

You mind popping that trunk?

Yes, I do.

Pop the trunk, Jacob.

What are you expecting to
find back there, Moretti?

A dead body?

Yeah, actually.

Someone stole David Ridges' body.

Maybe someone wanting to destroy evidence.

And you are the only person
outside of our department

who knew David Ridges was dead.

Everybody thought he was dead.

You know what I mean.

I don't have to do this, and yet somehow,

I'm starting to enjoy racking
up the harassment claims

against your department.

Step out of the car, please.

May I go now?!

What are you doing?

Checking the odometer.

Who else did you tell about David Ridges

besides Sam Poteet?

Well, that sounds fine

as long as interest
rates stay where they are

for at least three months.

Do you think we can count on that?

Listen, Larry, I'm gonna
have to call you back.

- Branch.
- Hey, dad.

Oh, I didn't expect you so soon.

Yeah, I don't do too well,
just sitting around the house.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

So, what do you think of the new uniform?

A little overdressed, truth be told,

but I do like the attitude.

So, what do I do?

- What do you want to do?
- I don't know.

Maybe I should get caught
up on what it is you do.

I'm a little shaky on the details.

All right, we got an empty
office right down the hall.

I'll have my girl get
you squared away in there

and bring you decks on
all our current projects.

Shouldn't I get to know past projects, too?

Yeah, yeah, sure. Good idea.

How do you take your coffee?

- Black.
- Black it is.

Idiot must have forgotten

he was wearing an ankle monitor.

I'll see that the court
is made aware of this

as soon as possible.

Thank you again. You make
our job so much easier.

Ferg. Key.

So, Nighthorse calls Sam Poteet,

who works for him now.

Poteet goes to the
hospital and picks a lock?

And gets rid of evidence linking
Nighthorse to Ridges' crimes.

Habeas corpus.

What?

It's Latin for "produce the body."

I can't prove Ridges is the
murderer if I don't have Ridges.

So, where would Poteet take him?

To Sam Poteet and his friends,
David is not a criminal.

He's a warrior.

They will take him to a battlefield.

Do you know which one?

I have a good guess.

Oral tradition says

that the last dog soldier
in this part of the country

fought his last battle near Copley Flats.

He had five warriors with him.

An army of 100 white men surrounded them.

They fought to the death.

I think that is where they will take David.

Sam Poteet.

Put him down.

We plan to. In the earth.

I can't let you do that.

I understand you need
to bury a fallen brother,

and I promise you I
will let you in due time.

But today, I need him.

I can't have that. Not now.

And you do not need it.

Is that him?

Yeah. That's A.D.A. Sloan.

Fales.

Why is he here?

Hello, Miss Longmire.

Mr. Sloan, thank you for making the trip.

Detective Fales, I'm
surprised to see you here.

When I heard Henry Standing Bear

was going to make a statement,

I just couldn't pass up the opportunity

or one of his burgers.

Detective Fales is my chief investigator.

Do you have any objection to his presence?

No. It's fine.

Why don't you both sit there?

The Sheriff is gonna join us.

Do you have any objection to his presence?

- Actually...
- Before you answer that,

I have a confession of my own to make.

Henry's not making a statement.

Do you know how long of a drive we made?

About five hours, give or take.

Why are we here, Miss Longmire?

Two weeks ago, Mr. Sloan said

that he would take the
death penalty off the table

if my client pled guilty.

I'd like to make a counter offer.

I know you're not terribly experienced,

but we're not interested
in any counter offer.

I listened to your offer.

The least you can do is listen to hers.

Fine. What?

We will sign a binding
agreement right here,

stating that we will not bring
a civil suit against your office

if you agree to drop all
charges against Henry today.

What universe are you living in?!

Don't get emotional, Mr. Sloan.

My daughter's not done talking.

You see, Mr. Sloan, the Denver police

had key physical evidence in this case,

and they suppressed it.

Oh, this is my favorite part.

Excuse me?

The part when the trial date is so close

and the client is so guilty
that the lawyer just starts

throwing wads of toilet
paper at the ceiling

to see if she can't get one to stick.

No toilet paper in this case.

Just a feather found in the
victim's mouth and, in fact,

listed on your initial search warrant.

A piece of random garbage
found in a shallow grave!

Shoved so far down the victim's throat

that it's still there.

That white line?

The real thing is with the
corpse in our local morgue.

Along with the corpse who put him there...

David Ridges.

Oh, so, you finally trumped
up an alternate suspect!

Yes, a man who put a feather

in the bullet wound of a local Deputy

and who very recently
attempted to murder my dad.

We actually have his car impounded.

For a week and a half,

we've had crime-scene techs from Cheyenne

combing over every inch of that car.

And guess what?

They found a hair that matched Miller Beck,

and they also found skin under
the fingernails of Mr. Beck

that matched the real
murderer... David Ridges.

Miller Beck fought back.

Scratched his assailant.

That's a hard detail to miss,

especially for an experienced
detective like Mr. Fales,

but when your autopsy
only lasts 14 minutes,

you miss a lot.

Anyway, yeah.

We can go to trial, and
all of this will come out,

and you will lose, and reporters
will write stories about it,

and then we'll sue you.

Or you can just drop the charges today.

Walk me through the
whole feather thing again.

Your support helped Henry get through this.

And, well, Henry... Henry
should be here very soon.

As you can imagine,

news that all charges against
Henry have been dropped

is both wonderful and overwhelming.

Henry will be here very soon
to celebrate with all of us.

In the meantime, I have loaded
the jukebox full of quarters,

so enjoy.

Whoa.

You've reached the Longmire residence.

Sorry we're not here to take your call.

Please leave a message.

We'll be happy to call you back.

Well, this is where I said,
"till death do us part."

Nearly screwed my lines up then.

I screwed up a lot of things.

I should have done this a long time ago.

But I couldn't.

I thought if I kept you up
there on the kitchen shelf,

well, you could keep me in line.

That didn't work out so well.

So...

I think maybe it's time to let you go.

Yeah.

Sorry, sweetheart. It's so hard.

I know now that Jacob
Nighthorse took you from me.

You could probably find
a way to forgive him.

But I can't.

Hope you can find a way
to forgive me, Martha.

At least now you don't have
to see what I'm about to do.

How you settling in to
that job in the real world?

Everybody's been great.

I've just been thinking.

Not too much, I hope.

Just thinking, "why would
you pay Big Pines Timber

$100,000 last year?"

Lumber. Pull.

Last year, I discovered Big Pines

is one of Jacob Nighthorse's
shell corporations.

He owns it.

I'm sorry I brought up work.

Your turn.

You said you do as little business

with Nighthorse as possible.

That seems like a lot of business.

Pull.

Especially when you have
another lumber supplier.

You got something to ask me, just ask.

I'm just trying to figure out

the exact nature of your relationship

with a man I thought was your sworn enemy.

Not when it came to
getting you elected Sheriff.

What do you mean?

Well, I knew that

you wouldn't accept any
campaign money coming from me,

so I funneled it through
someone you wouldn't suspect.

Do I hate the Indian bastard?

Yes. But he can be useful.

I guess that explains why
you didn't get out of your car

to threaten Nighthorse in that video.

'Cause you weren't really threatening him.

You're friends. You were doing business.

You don't know what you're
talking about here, Branch.

Three years ago, you paid
Big Pines Timber $50,000.

What was that for?

Consulting service.

Dad, that payment happened

the same week Walt's wife died.

I've done a lot of
things bad over the years,

but I did every one of them for our family.

We settled this county,

and we are going to be the future of it,

whatever it takes.

So, you paid Nighthorse,

and he sent Ridges down to Denver?

Nighthorse didn't have the balls.

I paid him to borrow his
soldier just the one time.

No questions asked.

Branch, I did that for our family.

I did it for you.

I wanted you to be Sheriff,
and you deserved it.

Not that son of a bitch Longmire.

I wanted to be Sheriff, but not like that.

I'm not you.

I am so sorry.

I failed you, Branch.

This is all my fault.

All of it.

But, you see, son...

I'm 65 years old.

Papa was dead at 70. I-I just...

I don't have time to make another fortune.

But I do have time to make another son.

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