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- Previously on
"Dark Winds"...

- Out here, sometimes the best
protection isn't your .38.

- Get down!

- She thinks she's encountered
a dark spirit.

- Young, pregnant girl came.

Just wanna make sure
she's not in any trouble.

- Why is it every time
that you get a feeling,

it always ends up
being more work for me?

- Would you wanna stay
with Joe and I?

- This was your son's room?

- The oil field.
This is where I lost my boy.

- I'm sorry about your son.

- You can cut the act.
I know you're FBI.

- You're FBI?

- Left the bureau.

- Thinkin' about
stayin' a while?

- Keepin' my options open.

- Well, we could always use
your help around here.

- Natalie, it's Leaphorn,
do you copy?

- Go ahead, Lieutenant.

- Call Sheriff Sena,
tell him we tracked

the suspect to a trailer
about an hour south

of Rough Rock
between Pinon and Chinle.

Natalie, do you copy, over?

- Copy.

Sheriff Sena--
find him, wait for backup.

Do not approach the suspect.

- They're about
2 to 3 hours away, best case.

- I am tired of
chasin' this guy.

Navajo Tribal Police!
Come out!

Keep your hands
where we can see 'em!

Down, now!

- What happened?

- I was attacked.

- By what?

- Aliens.

It might've been a sheep.

- I'm taking you
to the hospital.

What's this?

- The rest of me.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

I'm sorry!

- April 15.

April 15.

- Emma Leaphorn?

He's out of surgery.

I'll let you know
when you can see him.

- Thank you.

You are watching coverage

of the '71
draft lottery drawing

from the Selective Service
headquarters.

The first birthdate
selected...

- Joe!

Joe!
- Yeah?

- It's Emma.
Something happened.

- Emma.

- I'm OK,
just a bump on the head.

I'm ready to go home,

but the doctor wants
to go over X-rays with me.

- ok.

- He's treating me like
one of his regular patients

and not like an Ind--

- Hey. Hey.

I got you.

- Excuse me, Lieutenant.
- Yeah.

- Mrs. Leaphorn.

- The victim was Navajo,

came in for
his cancer treatments.

That stuff really work?

- Yeah, well enough.

- His name was Emerson Charley.

You knew him?

- Recognize the name.
Brother was Dillon Charley.

Ran a church on the rez, called
themselves People of Darkness.

Killed a couple of years ago
in a car accident.

Year before he died,
he predicted

something bad was gonna happen
out of the Drumco oil well.

- You talking about
that explosion,

killed those six men,

your boy?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, well,

I figure this thing
had a leak in the gas line.

You knick the line,

and then the engine heats up
and ignites the gas.

And the next thing you know,
you know.

- You said this went up
about 10:00?

- About.

- What time was
his appointment?

- 7:00.

- So the truck had been here
nearly three hours,

sitting here.

- Assuming he wasn't
on Indian time.

- Engine would have
been cold by then.

The engine was cold.

What was the accelerant?

Let me borrow your flashlight.

- You think he mighta lost an
earring when he got blowed up?

What's that?

- Timer spring.

Won't be the only piece
of bomb you find

if you look close enough.

- Oh, now--now--
now wait a quick minute.

That--that man was dying
of cancer, Lieutenant,

had less than two months,
according to his doctor.

Who'd want to blow him up?

- Who and why?

- Oh, God damn it.

This is not how I wanted
to start my day.

- Man has a son.

Name is Tomas.
Lives out by Red Mesa.

Start there,
tell him what happened.

See if I can figure out
the why of it.

You might want to take
a closer look at that truck,

see if you can get
a line on who.

- You OK?

- This whole family
needs to have a ceremony.

- Again?

You had it your way,
I'd never leave ceremony.

- It's not normal
for us to be around

so much death and violence.

We have to stay in Hózhó.

And what you went through
this morning scared you.

It scared me too.

- This family needs to
be put back in balance.

We're having a ceremony.

- Go ahead, Bernie.
Whatcha got?

- I'm in pursuit of
a male Navajo, 20s,

headed North of the Old Road,
a couple miles east of Kayenta.

I think it's Dean Bitsuie.

- 10-4.

What'd he do now?
Steal another car?

- Worse.

Tell Leaphorn
I'm gonna be late.

- Lieutenant, Bernie called in.

She's gonna be late.

Take it easy on her.

- Guess I'll handle roll call.

All right, everyone,
listen up.

Felix, got another complaint
from Gerald Nez.

Says somebody's
illegally dumping

RV waste on his property.

Let's see what's going on, OK?

- Yes, sir.

- Greetings, Earthlings.

- Sit.

In a chair, Begaye.

- You heard about the truck bomb
in Skunkborough yesterday?

- Who?

- Victim's Navajo.

Elder named Emerson Charley.

Thought those kinds of things

only happened in big cities.

- Yeah, well,
there's monsters everywhere.

- My uncle knew Emerson.

Said he only had
a few months to live.

- I'm gonna go talk to his son,
Tomas...

And find out...

What the?

- Oh come, Bernadette,
why you gotta lock me up, man?

- What'd I tell you last time,
Dean?

Right, that next time,
I was gonna lock you up.

Well, guess what?
It's next time.

- Come on, .
Have a heart.

- Grow a brain.

- , Dean.
What'd he do this time?

- Before or after he got
my car stuck in the sand?

- All right, we're done here.
Let's get to it.

That an Appaloosa?

- How about
"Good job, Sergeant"?

- Well, how 'bout you ask
for help next time

you have to ride a suspect in
on a horse.

Hmm?

When you're done here,
see what Steve has to say.

- Well, sail on,
on Silver Girl.

'Member me?

- No.

- You bought a horse
off my brother, Danny,

like, three, four years ago.

We met when you came
to pick him up.

- Good luck.

- Let me ask you something,
Sergeant Manuelito.

Do you believe?

No last digit.

- Have you found her?

- Take a look.

See that?

Linda Maddox.

Ring a bell?

You think that could be her?

- Is it?

- Huevos rancheros
and your breakfast burrito.

- Gracias.

- There's something else.

The needle in the haystack...

Just got a little shinier.

Hey, trust me.

So...

what're you doing out here
in Indian country anyway?

Vacation?

- I need her to be found.

- This is--this is--

Relax, man.

We're close.

We are close.

I can feel it.

I'm just gonna...wash my hands.

- It's, uh, occupied, pal.

- Damn it, man.

- Don't be scared.
- I'm scared for you, asshole.

'Cause when I--I'm gonna--

Nice bike.

- Is your dad home? No?

OK, well, if you see your dad,
you tell him I stopped by, OK?

All right.
Be careful on that thing.

- Your nephew's the one who's
been stealing your piñon nuts.

- I'm sorry, Másání.

He didn't think you'd notice.

- You call me
if you need anything.

- Yeah, I will.

- Hey, a biligáanalady
wants to talk to you.

- Jim Chee.

Jim Chee,
here to see Mrs. Vines.

- This way.

Wait here.

- You're younger
than I expected.

- Should you be doing that?

- Don't scold me, Mr. Chee.
We've only just met.

Drink?

- Coffee, if it's no problem.

- Gabriela, bring us
scotch and some coffee.

- How can I help you,
Mrs. Vines?

- Been a burglary here
a few days ago.

Someone broke in, stole a box
from my husband's safe.

I want you to get it and bring
it back before he comes home.

He's on a hunting trip.
He'll be home in two days.

- Thank you.

- I'll pay you $500 now
and another $2,500

when you bring me the box.

- You report this
to the police?

- My husband supported
the sheriff's opponent

in the last election.

He's not gonna lift
a finger to help us.

And besides,
it's an Indian problem.

That's why I called you.

You ever heard of
the People of Darkness?

- Should I have?

- They're a mystical sect
out here in the desert,

healers who have peyote
ceremonies and visions,

all that Navajo type of thing.

I believe they're responsible
for the burglary.

- ok.

What was in the box?

- I don't know.

And that makes
no difference to you.

All you need to do is find it
and bring it back.

- Sounds simple.

- Couldn't be simpler.

- Except nothing is.

You're not telling me something,
Mrs. Vines.

And I've found that when people
aren't telling me something,

that's a good way to get hurt.

Don't agitate me, Mr. Chee.

It affects my breathing.

Come with me.

Last Wednesday,
in the middle of the night,

Gabriela heard a noise,
came down here,

saw the safe open
and Tomas Charley outside,

sneaking away with
the box under his arm.

Tomas' father, Emerson,
introduced my husband

to the People of Darkness,

then gave them money for a while
and then grew disenchanted.

I think...

I think this is their way
of getting back at him.

- You sure these people
are Navajo?

- Mr. Chee,
I don't want to punish anyone.

I just want the box back.

All you have to do is find
Tomas Charley and get it.

Can you do that for me?

- Please.

- What if I can't find him?

- Then you are $500 richer

and not the man
I thought you were.

Good.

Told ya, the sheep that bit
my fingers off was an alien.

That's how it got here.

- Property of
the U.S. Air Force, hemp-head.

- Wait.

No way.

Of course.

That's what they
want us to think.

I'm telling you.

I saw a sheep come out
of here last night,

a freaky sheep,
with horns, twisted and weird,

probably trying to communicate
with the mother sheep.

- You need to get yourself
straight, Steve.

Get off all these substances.

There's a Navajo man in there,

and if you're not careful,
you're gonna kill him.

Geez.

For my trouble.

- Wait.
- No.

- What man?

- Tomas Charley?

- You police?
- No.

I work for Mrs. Vines.

- ok.

Does she need a rug or what?

- She needs the box
you stole from her husband.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Listen, I don't give a damn
if you broke in there,

stole that box.

I'm just getting paid
to bring it back.

Or you can come with me
to the sheriff.

- That white man's a witch.

He's killing my father.

- How?

- Cancer.

- Witchcraft doesn't
cause cancer, Tomas.

- My father told me
B.J. Vines cursed him.

He told me to get that box,

take it to the sacred place
we know.

He said that there's
something in the box

to reverse the spell.

- This is, uh, People of
Darkness hocus pocus, isn't it?

- Vines is People of Darkness,

him and his
rich hippie friends.

It's bad medicine now.

White people medicine.

- Where's the box?
- O-OK.

Ok.

I left the box on the Malpaís.

If my father hasn't gotten it
yet, it should still be there.

- Bullshit.

- I can draw you a map.

- Make it a good one.

- Little out of
your jurisdiction,

aren't you, Lieutenant?

- , Jim Chee.

You buying rugs or looking
for a new old lady?

- Hey, you borrowed a sense
of humor since I saw you last.

Actually, I'm working.

- Every hotel needs
a good manager, I guess.

- For Mrs. Vines.

- Wow.

- She hired me to recover
some stolen property.

What're you doing here?

- Hear about the explosion
yesterday at the hospital?

- Yeah, I heard there was
a gas leak in some rez wagon.

- No, it was a car bomb.

Killed an elder.
Emerson Charley.

Looking for his son,
told he's here selling rugs.

- Wait, not a Tomas Charley?

- Yeah. Why?

- He's the one that
broke into the Vines'.

I was just talking to him.

Guess I scared him off.

- What'd he take
from the Vines' house?

- Box, uh, from the safe.
Don't know what's in it.

- Tomas give you the box?

- No, but he did tell me
where to find it, though.

Drew me a--a map.

Yeah.

- I'll drive.

- Better be careful that thing
don't melt in the sun.

- It's a new synthetic polymer.

Space Age, Joe.

- So PI work pays enough
to stock up

in space-age monkey suits?

- Don't entice me with
your BIA police salary.

Given any more thought
to coming back?

- To what?
Pound sand for a living?

- You mean on the rez?

- I mean, wherever sand grows.

- Yeah.

The rez is getting
more complicated.

- When hasn't it?

How's, uh, Bernadette?

- Eh, got a new rookie
in the office.

I think she might like
the roly-poly type.

- Wait, you kidding?

She's still pissed off.

- At who?

Any advice on how to work
my way out of the doghouse?

- I don't know,
maybe she'll snap out of it

when she sees
that space-age fabric.

- Couldn't hurt, though.

Wait, could it?

- Hurt?

Shit, 'less you mean my eyes.

'Ey?

- You, you're something else,
Joe Leaphorn.

- The hell's that, man?

- Relax, people,
it's just a sheep.

- ,
who does it belong to?

- I don't know,
but somebody will.

I'll be at the trading post.

- You get it?
- Got it.

There.

- What?

- This belonged to my son.

He wore it on the day he died.

- That's some crazy
witchcraft shit right there.

Ah!

- Come on.

- Come on.

I'll be--I'll be okay.

- OK, hold on.

We got to get to the truck,
get the rifle.

Hold this.

Here.

Here.

All right.

Try to get on top of him.
I'll come up from below.

You ready?

Go.

- Shit.

- You son of a bitch.

Chee. Chee.

- Come on, get up.

Come on.

- Sit, sit.

Let me see.

Hold that tight.

I get him?

- No.

- He get you?
- No.

Can you walk?
Can you walk?

- Can you give me a minute?

Joe: I have to find out
who's behind this.

I have to.

Leaphorn sent me
to take your statement.

No "How are you?
Good to see you."

Joe: That boy said a blond man
blew up the well.

Now suddenly we got a blond man
here killing people.

Bern, he's here.

My son died
on what's now your property.

That's got nothing
to do with me.

The world needs to know
what is going on here.

Emma:
So you can write something

about "us poor Indians
on the rez."

Bernadette:
What the hell's going on?

It's the blond man.
I think he murdered my son.

I am tired
of chasing this guy.

Joe, Joe, Joe!

This isn't about you.

Bernadette: Joe Leaphorn
is like a father to me.

The monsters ain't just
in the shadows.

They're in broad
damn daylight.

If we don't get him by sun-up,
he'll be gone forever.

Joe:
I'm not going to lose him.