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- Previously
on "Dark Winds"...

- What would it take
to get you to stay?

- Coming down to the rez

and killing Indians
wasn't your idea, was it?

- BJ Vines
and his People of Darkness.

- You take him now,

we'll never find out
who he's working for,

and I can't live
with that, can you?

- It's out of our hands.

- He got away. He got away.
- Okay. Okay.

- One more step,
and the undertaker

will be picking buckshot
from your teeth.

Do you know who I am?

- So how bad is it?

- Well, the Navajo cop,
Leaphorn--

he suspects I work for you.

And it's tied
to the Drumco explosion,

but he can't prove it.

- You sure of that?

- Well, the proof
was in that box, right?

I took care of that.

- They'll be looking for you
to head to Old Mexico.

I were you,
I'd go east toward Durango.

That's all I have
in the house right now.

That's about $5,000.

- Is anyone else here?

- No.

Straight out this path
two miles,

there's a Jeep in a shed,
all gassed up, ready to go.

- Yeah.

Linda.

- So did you see Barbara
when you came in?

- Yeah, we--we said hello.

You know, you always told me
it wasn't a competition.

You always got to go me
one better, don't you?

I don't know
what the hell happened, Joe.

He was on me...

before I had time to react.

- Yeah.

Found your pen
in the back seat.

Used it to pick the cuffs.

You...

ever kill anyone, Joe?

- I've been involved in it...

in the war.

But me personally--no.

- In 1957,

I get called to a domestic...

and I found this guy out back
lying under a tree,

hangman's noose
dangling above him.

Turns out he shot his wife
to death in their bed.

Now he can't go on
living without her.

But he's afraid
if he commits suicide,

he'll go to hell, so...

he calls the law on hisself.

I was damn near on top of him
before I seen the pistol.

He raises his arm
and points it right at me.

I stayed with him
under that tree.

He died...

right as the ambulance
pulled up.

I was the last thing
he ever saw.

Now, think about that.

When you kill a man,
they're bound to you.

Wherever you go in this life,
they're with you.

Maybe the next one, too.

I don't know.

- I don't know either.

- Last night I laid there

with my eyes closed,
playing possum...

'Cause I was afraid
if I opened them...

He'd be the last thing
I ever saw.

And I--

I--

- You were hurt, in shock.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah.
Let's go with that.

- Yes?

- Hi. I'm, uh--

Is the other maid, Gabriella--
is she around?

- No, señor.

- Mr. Chee...

I gather you've, uh, confirmed
my suspicions?

- No.

But you've confirmed
Tomas Charley's.

- Oh?
How so?

- He told me you're a witch.

I don't believe in witches,
but he did.

So do a lot of other
people around here.

And after what I saw last night
at your little shindig,

I wonder if you're one of them.

- Jorge...

Take this.

My spiritual adventures
are none of your business.

- I advise you to not mess
with what you don't understand,

Ben.

You can steal our ceremonies,

but you'll never get
off the black road.

Where's your wife?

- I'll tell you what...

we gave it a shot,
didn't we, Mr. Chee?

Let's see, uh...

you came up with nothing.

I hate paying
for nothing, but...

A deal's a deal.

Don't worry about Rosemary.
She's dug her own grave.

- How's ?

- Maybe you ought to come
around more, find out.

- I'm gonna run
something by you.

I think Vines hired the blond
man to blow up Drumco well.

He's killing everybody
who can tie him to it.

- You better have
your sheep sheared

and your silver shined before
you go after a man like Vines.

- Yeah, well, I found
the geology report

for the Drumco site
up on the Malpaís.

The blond man tried to burn it,

along with some other things
from Vines's safe.

The only way that Vines

could've got his hands
on that report

is if Dillon Charley gave it
to him or was paid to.

- Keep talking.

- Dillon worked for Drumco.
He and Vines were close.

Vines supported his church.

- People of Darkness.
- Yeah.

I think Dillon was dealing
Vines information

about the Drumco
drilling operation.

- That explosion
was almost four years ago.

Dillon Charley's been dead two.

Why these killings now?

- 'Cause Emerson Charley found
out he was dying from cancer.

It changed everything.
- How?

- Emerson knew
what his brother had done

and that Vines had something
on Dillon

that he kept in his safe.

Emerson didn't want to die
with his brother's stain

on his conscience.

So I think he asked Tomas
to get the report from the safe

so he could take it to
the authorities before he died.

- That's a lot of ifs
you're thinking.

What else you got?

- You.

Nobody knows more
about explosives--

how they work,
what they leave behind.

If I'm going to tie Vines
to this,

the first step is proving
that that blond man

blew up that well.

- Look at these.

These structures--
this one's frayed.

This one's splintering.

He blew this one,

and the rest just fell in
on themselves.

- Wouldn't you put the bomb
down here where the oil is?

- He wanted it
to look like an accident.

He put it up high.

So, when it blew...

it blew away from the derrick.

Once a bomb maker designs
a bomb that works,

he sticks with it.

It becomes his signature.

- So, if he was here,

he would've used
the same blue wire,

the same clock,

same Semtex
he used on the doll...

and on the bomb
that killed Emerson Charley.

- We need to check
every penetrable surface

within 100 yards
of that derrick.

If we're gonna
find anything,

that's where it'll be.

I'll check those structures.

You get up that windmill.

- How in the hell
am I supposed to get up there

with a broken arm?

- You've got two of them,
don't you?

- Jesus.

All right.

What?

- Now you know...

for all the good it'll do you.

- What is so important
about this stuff?

- What am I not getting?

- Thank you.

- Here's how it'll happen.

When you go to arrest BJ Vines,

the sheriff will take him
into custody

and the white judge
Vines put in the office

will release him on bail.

Vines' lawyers
will work the system,

and the charges
will be dropped.

- No, y-you're wrong.

- White Justice...

Indian justice...

two different things.

It's as true today
as it was in my day.

The Charleys deserves
a little Indian justice.

So does my grandson.

That don't mean they'll get it.

- Times have changed, Henry.

Times have...

but things haven't.

- Okay, so Tomas was having
an affair with Rosemary Vines.

I get why these photos would be
on his camera, but...

why would he have pictures
of this?

- if I had to guess,

I'd say that after he stole
the lockbox from Vines' safe,

he looked inside, saw it,

for whatever reason decided
to take a picture of it.

- Let me see that.

BJ Vines doctored the report
that got filed with the state.

Tomas Charley took a picture
of this one, the original,

before it was doctored.

It shows there's uranium
on that property.

And the one Dillon
filed with the state...

Shows there's
no uranium there at all.

- That's why Vines wanted
the original destroyed.

- Vines blew up the well

to spook Drumco into selling it
to him for cheap?

And he didn't care that it
cost six people their lives?

- Natalie!

Find Gordo Sena.

Tell him we need
a warrant for BJ Vines.

Tell him to have the judge
meet us at the office.

Bring that!

- Hey, Chief, glad you're back.

- What the hell?
- You're under arrest.

- What's the charge?

- Conspiracy
to commit homicide.

- I'll have my lawyers
up your ass

before the sun goes down

and still there
when it comes up again.

- Let's go.

- How about some pants?
- Nope.

- I read your story.

- It's your story.
I just wrote it down.

- My son gave us
more love and joy

than we'd ever known.

Maybe we wouldn't have had
any more children,

but that was my choice to make,

not the government's,

not a doctor's, mine.

To treat a whole race
of people like cattle

and just cull the herd

because you're afraid
there'll be too many of us?

What kind of person
do you have to be to do that?

What kind of country?

Publish it.

- You're sure?
- I'm sure.

- Going public with what
you have done for these women--

I don't want you
to be under any illusion.

It's risky.

- Staying quiet is more risky.

- Chee!

lady
wants to talk to you.

- I've been looking for you.
I went to your house.

- I spent the night
at Gabriela's.

- Was she there?

- Of course.
Why wouldn't she be?

- Where's your, um...
- I don't need it.

- Since when?

- Mr. Chee, why must you al--

I'm sure you heard
about Ben's troubles.

- Troubles...

that's a nice way
of putting it.

I told you people
were going to get hurt.

- I didn't think
you meant my husband.

- You were worried that
Tomas would tell your husband

about the two of you.

That's why you hired me,
isn't it--

keep your affair a secret?

- I hired you
to try to protect my husband.

- Who is sitting
in a jail cell,

possibly for the rest
of his life,

if you get what you want.

- You have no idea
what I want, Mr. Chee.

Don't pretend that you do.
- I know this much.

You wanted me
to find that geological report.

You knew that it was
in your husband's lockbox.

You knew that it was
the only evidence tying him

to the Drumco explosion.

You knew that if it got out,

he'd be cooked,
and you'd be free.

- Why do you enjoy
upsetting me so much?

You know I get spasms
when you do.

Car.

- Here, let me.

There you go.

You remind me
of myself, Mr. Chee.

Like me, you're all alone.

Wherever we go, we think...

this'll be it.

This will be my place,
where I belong.

This will be my home.

And it never is, is it?

You ever been to Acapulco?

I hear it's nice
this time of year.

I hate traveling by myself.

- I think there'll be plenty
of brown people there

to help you with your luggage.

- You never know.

It could be the beginning
of something good.

- I'm good where I am.
Thanks.

- Yeah, you just keep telling
yourself that, Mr. Chee.

Oh, what you were talking
about earlier,

your little theory?

Imagine, a frail thing like me
capable of all that.

Who'd ever believe it?

- I would.

- Take care of yourself,
Jim Chee.

- And, of course, Guy knows
that I love the book

"Leaves of Grass," right?

But I can't find it
anywhere on the rez.

So a week later,

he shows up
at my family's hogan

with a medicine pouch,

and I open it up...

and it's full
of blades of grass.

- Yeah, that sounds like Guy.

- Oh.

- Joe, you made him laugh.

- Me?
Shit, I didn't do anything.

- Is that his first laugh?

You have to do an...

- What's that?

- When a baby laughs
for the first time,

it means...

he's finally a person.

So...

we have a First Laugh ceremony.

- It's tradition.

All right.

There you go.

- So you decided
to be one of us now, huh?

You're a person.

- Let's do it here.

Been saying we need to get
things back in balance

around here.

Since I made him laugh,
I think I'm responsible.

Let's do it.

All right.

Hey, I'm going to wash up.

You'll tell Margaret?
- Yeah.

- Thanks.

- Mining executive BJ Vines

was released from custody
this afternoon

from the Valencia County
Sheriff's Office

and remains free
on bail tonight.

Vines was charged

with conspiracy
to commit murder

in the Drumco Oil explosion
four years ago

that killed six workers--

a charge the millionaire
vehemently denies.

In other news, the
County Board of Supervisors--

- Jesus Christ, Leaphorn.

What...

what are you doing?

- Found it on your desk.

You should've hid it
in your safe,

where you kept my son's buckle
and your other trophies.

- Get out of here
before you wake my wife.

- She's not here.

Neither is your maid.

It's just you and now me.

The Drumco blast...

Why not do it at night
when no one's around?

Why?

Why kill all those men?

- I've already said on record
I had nothing to do with that.

Those six Indians died

in an accidental
mine explosion.

That's the way it looks.
That's the way it is.

- Come again?

- Get up.

- W-where are we going?

Lieutenant,
do you have any idea

how much trouble you're in?

Huh?

You break into my house
and kidnap me.

You are in deep shit,
my friend.

Whoa!

What the hell are you doing?

W-where are we going?

- You know about the Long Walk?

- Oh, a-are we making
conversation now?

- Over 200 of my ancestors,

men, women, and children,

died because they were forced
to walk

across the desert barefoot...

without food, without water.

Out there are the spirits
of all the people

you and people like you
have killed.

- I want them to be
the last thing you see.

- Get out of the car.

Shit.

- Walk.

- L-listen, Lieutenant.

Hey, Joe.
Joe, wait.

- I said walk.

Killing me's not going
to bring your son back.

You know that.

How much is revenge
worth to you, huh--

$1 million, $2 million?

Joe, I'll give you
$3 million, Joe, today.

You--you know I'm the richest
man in the desert, right?

- On your knees.

- On your knees.

Oh, God.

God, no, God.

Oh, no, God.

Oh, God.

- What's he want?

- I don't know.

- Hey.

What brings you by, Gordo?

- Ah, got some news,

wanted you to hear
from me first.

- Okay.

- I decided to call it quits,

end of the month.

- Not gonna
finish out your term?

- Nah, it's either that
or get a divorce, so...

You ain't got to say nothing.

I just wanted
to tell you myself.

So there it is.

Oh, and come Monday...

judge is going to issue
a warrant for BJ Vines.

Son of a bitch skipped bail.

Kind of a strange deal,
actually.

Checked his bank records,

checked the airlines
and trains and buses.

Nobody's seen the man since
he got hisself out of jail.

It's like he just...

vanished.

- Strange, like you said.

- Yep.

Well...

somebody else's problem now.

Well, take care
of yourself, Joe.

- You too, Gordo.
- Okeydoke.

Oh, one--one more thing...

if I was you...

I'd run...

In the fall for my office.

- Thanks, but I'm not much
of a politician.

I think I'll stay where I'm at.

- Captain.

- Lawrence.

- How long you been
standing there?

- Your whole life.

Here, let me get
that for you, son.

- Okay.

You little monkey.
You're a little monkey.

Oh, there you are.

Mm-hmm.
- Okay, sit down.

- Ah, okay.

- So, honey, you're gonna have
to make sure you help him

with the distribution
of the salt, okay?

So
is gonna go first.

- Where's mine?

Why, thank you.

- Hey.

- Thank you.

- Ooh.

Ooh.

I think he just farted.

- Hey.

Thanks for coming by today.
I appreciate it.

What's going on?

- I'm taking
the Border Patrol job.

- I thought you might.

What was it that finally
made up your mind?

- Just seeing a monster
like BJ Vines walk away and...

not being able to do
a damn thing about it.

Henry's right.

There's two sets of rules...

one for us...

and one for people like Vines.

And we're just supposed to,
what, pretend that there isn't?

I'm sorry, Joe.

I just can't pretend anymore.

You know, I...

You ready?

- Whoa.
What happened?

Those leisure suits finally
wear out their welcome?

- Thought I'd stick around
a while, give Leaphorn a hand.

He'll need it without you.
- That's good.

- I will have some big shoes
to fill, of course--

like, huge,
literally Sasquatch big.

- Hey.

I'd take my big feet
over your little hands any day.

- They're not little.

- Come on.
- Mm-hmm.

Keep telling yourself that.

So...

this is you leaving?

- This is me.

- I got something for you.

- More piñon nuts?

- I thought you'd might want
your medicine back.

- You don't need it?

- Got my own.

Wow.

Okay.

I guess I rubbed off
on you after all.

- Not enough.

- I wish you'd come sooner.

- I'm sorry.

Indian time.

- Bye, Chee.

- Goodbye, Bernadette.

[Creedence Clearwater
Revival's

"Have You Ever Seen
the Rain?" playing]