Original subtitles

Where were you?

- What? - You missed our first deposition.

Didn't you say you wanted to be there?

You wanted to fight?

I did. I do.

Well, a key part of fighting is showing up,

you know, for the actual fight.

I was working.

But you realize this is our only chance to question

the witnesses that Barlow's attorney is calling to the stand, right?

It's the only time we get to hear what they're gonna say in court

and get it on the record.

I mean, these depositions are crucial,

because if the witnesses change their story later,

I can discredit them in front of a jury,

which I would have liked to do with that obnoxious P.I. Monte,

who I deposed today.

Alone.

I'll be at the next one.

I hope so, because while I know

what questions to ask, you know,

I don't know if they're telling the truth.

Not unless you're there with me.

Also, Barlow's lawyer has added two new witnesses.

I didn't think he could add witnesses this late in the day.

Yeah, he can't, unless new evidence has come to light

or unless he's Tucker Baggett,

best buddies with the judge,

who happens to be his old fraternity brother

and godfather to his twin boys.

- Want a beer? - Uh... yeah.

Who are these two new witnesses he's calling in?

Well, uh, the first is... Victoria Moretti.

He's calling Vic?

I thought we were calling her as a character witness.

Why would Tucker call her in?

I don't know.

That's why I need you at the depositions.

My hunch is that he's gonna manipulate her into saying defamatory things about you.

But you said you have a good relationship.

She likes you, right?

Happy employee?

Damn it, Walt. Pick up.

It's me, Vic.

Are you screening your calls?

Come on, Walt. Pick up.

I know you're there.

- Hey, Vic. - Hey.

So, the FBI called. Ferg hasn't shown up with the prisoner.

- You haven't been able to reach Ferg? - No.

And unlike some people, he always answers his phone.

There's only one way he could have gone.

- Dahill Road. - Yeah. Yeah.

I'll retrace his steps, see if I can find anything.

You got to help me.

You... He's really gonna kill me this time.

- Who? - Shit!

- What? - Shit!

Think I won't find you?! Oh, I'll find you, bitch!

- You know I will! - Please. Please.

He will find me and he will kill me.

Here. Stay in here.

Stay, stay, stay.

God damn it, Mandy! You get back here!

You know I'm gonna find you!

You get out here right now!

- You know I'll find you, bitch! - Hey, hey. What's going on?

You see a lying, stealing Indian girl?

I don't know if she was lying or stealing,

but I did see a woman run by.

- She looked like she was in trouble. - Oh, yeah, she's in trouble, all right.

The bitch is a goddamn thief.

Which way did she go?

Which way?!

I think she went that way.

Shit.

Anyone from the state police call?

No. But...

Eddie Harp is a very important witness to us.

Where the hell is he?

Call the phone company. Maybe they can put a trace on Ferg's cell.

Oh, well, I'm happy to hear that the phone company

has a better chance of finding my prisoner than the sheriff.

I'm not worried about your prisoner. I'm worried about my deputy.

I found Ferg's, uh, Charger abandoned on Dahill Road.

Bullet casings everywhere, no bodies,

- hardly any blood. - What?

This wasn't a difficult assignment.

Transporting a prisoner should not result

- in a total shit show. - Walter.

Where are you going? We're in the middle of something.

- I need to take this. - Are you kidding me?

Sheriff!

Hello?

Jesus Christ.

Can't believe this.

Who is Eddie Harp, and why didn't you tell us how dangerous he is?

- Well, you didn't think to ask. - I'm asking now.

You know what?

A 13-year-old girl caught shoplifting in a mall

would be too dangerous for Deputy Ferguson to deal with.

I can't believe that the sheriff

- let him transport my prisoner. - Ferg is a damn good cop, all right?

- You should have told us. - I'm amazed. You know, I am truly amazed

at the decisions that your sheriff makes.

This is reckless endangerment of the people.

Doesn't Sheriff Longmire have a civil suit against him for a wrongful death?

Yeah. That the FBI cleared him of.

Yeah, well, I certainly didn't, 'cause I would...

Are you kidding me?

What the hell is he doing?

Hey. He's gone.

He didn't see you walk back here, did he?

No. I waited out front for 15 minutes just to be sure.

Right.

So, uh, what's up with this place, anyway?

I thought I was running into the Dalts' house.

Cool-ass family. They used to always help me out.

Yeah, the... Yeah, the Dalts.

They, um... they moved.

They moved?

They can't move anywhere. They're broke as shit.

Their house got foreclosed on.

- Well, that sucks. - But there's a bright side.

I'm opening a legal-aid center here

to help people in trouble on the Res.

That's cute.

So, uh, can I hang here for a little bit longer?

J.P.'s probably had a beer and a shot by now,

and it usually takes, um, three to calm him down.

You know the guy who was chasing you?

Yeah. J.P.

Is he your boyfriend?

No.

Ex.

Thank God.

Now he's someone else's problem.

So, why is he chasing you?

Well, I-I thought I lost this necklace,

and then I see it on the neck of J.P.'s new wife.

- Yeah. - Whoa.

That asshole stole it from me and gave it to another woman.

Right?

So, I-I saw them at the Blind Tiger just now and I took it back.

You stole it right off of his wife's neck.

No, I didn't steal it. It's mine.

- I just took it back. - Right.

- Oh, you can't... you can't smoke in here. - Mm.

Crack a window.

I'd give you my badge and my gun, but... don't have them anymore.

Ferg, what happened out there?

I'm on Dahill Road.

And, uh, I see an 18-wheeler blocking the road up ahead.

But before I could back up, another vehicle pulls up behind me.

I knew something was off.

They, uh... they pulled me out of the car.

They... grabbed my gun and my phone and my keys.

And then they grab Eddie out of the back seat and uncuff him.

Can you describe any of the men?

Look at me, buckaroo.

Look at me.

You want to live, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Then you'll forget our faces.

Ferg.

What'd they look like?

I...

It's all just a little cloudy.

Maybe I just need some time to...

you know, just... clear my head...

and get things straight.

Yeah.

This is ice-cold.

How long you been sitting here?

For a while.

I couldn't call you.

And what did you do next?

I called Walt from the diner.

Well, Deputy Ferguson, your story is unassailable.

It's almost like you were prepped.

You know, maybe by a sheriff

who strolled out of here without letting anyone know,

only to return an hour later

with a missing deputy and a bulletproof story.

Let me ask you this, deputy.

Why did it take you so long to call it in?

They took his phone.

And then I had to walk 5 miles to get to that diner.

Really?

And then what'd you do?

Did you have a piece of apple pie

from the diner's glass dessert case

before you decided to check in?

See, the bigger question is why didn't they kill you?

Or maybe I should ask

how much did they pay you

to give them those extra hours to get away?

Why would they pay me?

Because they're the goddamn mob.

And most people don't get to enjoy apple pie

after crashing into the Irish Mob,

not unless they made some kind of deal.

I didn't make any kind of deal.

- I don't think you understand. - No, I don't think you understand.

The FBI worked long and hard to catch the head of the Irish Mob.

We cut the head off the snake,

but now, for some reason, the whole operation has started up again.

- You don't know who's running it now? - No, but we thought

having Eddie Harp in custody, he'd be able to give us a name,

but you pissed all over that, Deputy Ferguson.

And now Eddie's gone, along with our best chance

at finding out who this new mob boss is.

Ferg?

You know, nobody would blame you if you made a deal to save your life.

You really believe that I took money?

I wouldn't hold it against you... in a situation like that.

They didn't pay me.

And I don't know why they didn't kill me.

Probably 'cause I'm a worthless piece of shit that isn't worth killing.

Why don't you take a few days off, get some rest?

You know, I remember a number.

328... 1204.

It's a D.O.T. number.

Well, that's something.

Any of those faces come back to you yet?

No.

Okay.

Before you head home, let's go look into that number.

You can enjoy 401 packages, profit sharing, paid vacations.

And at Four Arrows, uh, there are advancement opportunities.

Our dealers have become pit bosses and managers.

And the majority of them didn't have a college degree.

Maybe best of all, it's recession-proof.

The casino gaming industry is one of the fastest-growing

multi-billion-dollar industries in this country.

You can look it up. So...

Anyway, before you leave the career fair, you just drop on by our table there.

We'll set you up with applications and answer any questions you have.

And, remember, the lack of a college degree

shouldn't stop you from going after a lucrative and fulfilling career.

- All right? - Yeah!

Yeah! Come on.

You, too.

So, you're encouraging students to work at a casino

rather than go to college.

College isn't an option for most of these kids.

So, uh, why not give them the option

of getting up close and personal

with the heroin trade and organized crime?

What are you talking about?

Well, I just arrested a heroin dealer

who also happens to be a murderer,

who's connected to the Irish Mob.

And when my deputy was transporting him out of the county,

they were ambushed by gunmen in an 18-wheeler,

who took my prisoner.

That's quite a story. What's it have to do with me?

The D.O.T. on the truck is linked to a travel agency.

You ever heard of a travel agency that owns 18-wheelers?

No, I haven't.

Well, actually, Jacob, you have.

Manifest Destinations.

The same travel agency that books blocks of rooms at your hotel,

like Room 503.

Turns out Manifest Destinations is a front

for the mob...

and their heroin operation.

But you already knew that.

That's why you lied about it

when we looked into those rooms earlier.

Oh, okay.

Let me get this straight.

By, uh, your logic,

if an oil executive books a room in my hotel,

that makes me responsible for global warming.

I want this murderer, I want his boss,

and I want his heroin out of my county.

Dear God, Walt.

Is there no crime anywhere you won't try to blame on me?

Who do you work with at Manifest Destinations, Jacob?

And where can I find him?

Well, you know, I can't answer those questions,

but here are a couple of questions and answers I can provide.

Did I invite Manifest Destinations here?

No, I did not.

Did I know about or have anything to do with a heroin operation?

No, I did not.

And if you have any other baseless accusations you need to level against me,

I suggest you save them for the deposition.

Yeah. Right.

It's a Department of Transportation I.D.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Okay. Thanks.

I thought Walt gave you the day off.

He did.

I just didn't know what to do with myself.

I just talked to the state police.

There's no sign of the semi, so I'm guessing that they ditched it

and transferred Eddie into another vehicle.

Should I resign?

What?

I don't deserve to be here.

I screwed this up.

Ferg, you were mugged.

Wyoming style. It could have happened to any one of us.

You did nothing wrong. Okay?

Walt just has this stupid policy about transporting prisoners.

If anything screwed this up, it was that, not you.

You might not want to mention Walt's stupid policy at your deposition.

Have you told him?

He's got to know.

I mean, you know, how could he not know?

Thank you for making the time for this deposition.

I promise it will be quick and painless.

So, Mr. Nighthorse,

Sheriff Longmire arrested you for conspiracy

in the attempted murder of his deputy, Branch Connally?

Yeah.

And when he was unable to convict you of that charge,

he released you, right?

Not exactly.

- We made a deal first. - Okay.

But what happened after you made the deal?

He released me.

And then he shot at you.

No. No, I did not.

Barlow did that.

Says who?

Says you?

Barlow shot at him right before you shot Barlow.

Well, now.

That is convenient.

Now, Jacob, I can appreciate

that you don't want to pile on to the sheriff, here,

but everybody knows that the sheriff isn't a big fan of your casino.

- Mm. - Ever since Four Arrows opened,

haven't you been a constant victim

of aggressive harassment by his department?

In fact, didn't Sheriff Longmire accuse you, at gunpoint,

of killing both his deputy and his wife?

Now, hold on. Tucker, you have quite a flair for drama.

I'd buy tickets to your show.

But let's get real.

Mr. Nighthorse, you can't really think Walt is that bad a man.

You must find something trustworthy in the Longmire name

if you've gone out and hired his daughter as a lawyer.

I'll tell you why he hired her.

To buy my silence.

He's trying to manipulate me by recruiting Cady

so I don't take him down for bringing the mob

and heroin into my county through his casino.

Gentlemen.

I do believe that Sheriff Longmire here

is doing his damndest to try and intimidate my witness.

So I think it's about time we took ourselves a little break.

Why don't you go on back in my study, okay?

Sheriff.

I think... Could you excuse us a minute?

Thank you.

I-I think we need to find a middle ground

between not showing up and whatever that was.

Look, you took Tucker's bait.

Losing your temper like that gives him ammunition in his case.

Don't dig your own grave here, Walt.

Huh.

Oh, yeah. You're really good at this.

No, I'm a freakin' superstar at this.

All right. Come on.

I want to see your skills.

No, I don't have any.

Well, that's not true.

I'm so proud of you.

Proud?

I failed.

No, you survived.

There could have been a very different ending

to what happened out there on that road, but here you are.

You're standing next to me.

I'm really happy about that.

It happened.

Simple as that.

And now you get to decide what you're gonna do about what happened.

Come on. It's your turn.

Give it a shot. Come on.

- You sure? - Mm-hmm.

I mean, I know you're a superstar,

but I did get a perfect score of 300

on my last handgun qualification, so...

All right.

- Can we have two more? - Mm-hmm.

So I'm not putting up with that bullshit. I quit.

Thanks.

It's his piece-of-shit car. He can pay for it himself.

Give me my necklace back!

And you stay the hell away from us!

- This is mine. - Oh, you have no clue.

- And J.P. is mine, bitch. - Hey, hey, hey.

What's the problem over here? Hey! Hey! Hey!

- You and your husband... - Break it up.

- ...are liars and thieves! - Break it up.

- Break it up! - Get the hell off me!

- Get this bitch off me! - Shut up!

You're just jealous that I'm the one he married!

- So shut the hell up! - Enough!

Enough!

Get off of me!

Ha!

So, what happened here?

Oh, just a bar fight.

Archie broke it up.

Oh.

Okay.

You seen Henry... Archie?

Hey, Henry, you remember those tourists

you were cooking fish for the other day?

Come in.

They weren't tourists.

One of them, Eddie Harp,

is a murderer and a drug dealer with the Irish Mob

who just escaped from custody.

Don't know who the other guy is, but, uh, I got to find him.

You, uh... you remember seeing them before or since?

No.

You remember anything about them?

Like, they seem like friends or colleagues?

The redhead was deferential, like the other guy was his boss.

And the boss paid.

With a credit card.

You have that receipt?

Paid with a corporate credit card...

Manifest Destinations.

Manifest Destinations is a sham travel agency.

It's actually a front for the mob.

Just trying to make out a signature.

Connor O'Brien.

Okay. Thanks.

Ferg.

That was the phone company.

They located your phone.

Maybe that will lead us to Connor O'Brien.

Nope, not unless he stood still.

The phone was pinged on Dahill Road, right where the Charger was left.

Thanks.

So, a lab in Cheyenne lifted a print

from the heroin syringe that was used to murder Joey Takoda.

Great. So we have Eddie Harp's fingerprint on the murder weapon

but... not Eddie.

We have Eddie's fingerprints on file, though.

We can try and match them to the syringe print.

And when we find Eddie, we'll have concrete evidence to convict him.

Hey, Walt, uh... Eddie was transferred before we booked him,

so we don't have his prints.

And, uh, Connor O'Brien,

your potential mob boss,

has been dead for 40 years, so...

Uh, Vic, uh...

Yeah?

- Where are you going? - I thought you knew.

I'm... I'm headed to your deposition.

Right, right.

Well, uh, no use taking two cars.

I'll drive you.

- Oh, you're gonna go? - Yep.

My lawyer thinks it's a good idea, so...

Yeah.

It's a good idea. It's great.

Hey.

Here you go. The usual.

You can put it on my desk.

So...

Manifest Destinations.

Have you found anything in Malachi's books about them?

Or a reference to someone named...

Shane Muldoon?

Who is Shane Muldoon?

That's the person Malachi might be doing business with.

Jacob, if we are dealing with the Irish Mob here,

then it is time to talk to Walt Longmire.

This is getting bigger than us.

I never mentioned the Irish Mob to you, Henry.

The name Shane Muldoon kind of announces itself.

It is not a hard deduction.

Have you already been talking to Walt?

Because he's suddenly aware of a connection

between Manifest Destinations and the Irish Mob.

Makes me wonder... who told him about it.

You should ask him.

How much have you shared with Walt about our deal?

Nothing.

And do we still have a deal?

I find it strange

you found those fake Red Pony ledgers so fast,

and, yet, you haven't been able to locate Malachi's real books for weeks.

I have been a little busy lately.

My life is not my own anymore.

I have too many puppet masters pulling my strings.

Believe me, I would like nothing more

than to have my bar and my independence and my dignity back.

Ever since Walt hired me, I've only ever known him

to be ethical, honorable, and effective.

Thank you, Deputy Moretti.

You said "ever since Walt hired you."

Now, Ms. Moretti, could you talk to us

about being hired by Sheriff Longmire?

About how you were evaluated.

Oh, yeah. Um, I was...

Because Monte, my private investigator...

he tells me that Sheriff Longmire's hiring practices

can be quite, um, well, original.

Can I speak now or...?

Oh, yes. Why, please do.

I don't know about original.

I find him to be thoughtful and observant.

Did he ask you about why you left Philadelphia?

- No. - Really?

He didn't ask you about the scandal surrounding your dismissal?

No.

Well, that's probably because he found you

to be unhirable, an outcast,

desperate for a job and willing to do anything he wanted.

And in exchange, he'd give you your badge back.

That's not who Walt is.

Well, how would you know?

Walt Longmire is a very secretive man, it seems.

At least that's what your colleague, Deputy Ferguson, told Monte.

Okay, just so you know, I blew the whistle on a cop

- who was breaking the law. - Mm-hmm.

I'm not exactly the type of person that a corrupt sheriff

would want to keep around.

Jesus.

Now, excuse me, young lady,

but there's no need for such coarse language.

Are we done here?

I do believe we are.

Although, I do have just one more question.

You're kidding me. You're... you're pulling a Columbo?

Ms. Moretti, uh, did you recently get divorced?

Now, wait a second. Objection.

Her personal life has nothing to do with any of this.

Well, you're... you're probably right, but I-I just got to ask.

You serious? I got to answer his question?

- You objected. - Yeah, but that's just for the record.

You still have to answer. I can try to get it disallowed in court.

Yeah.

I recently got divorced.

And did your recent divorce have anything to do

with your relationship with the ethical Walt Longmire?

- No. - Oh.

So, can you explain to us

why, um, somebody at the Durant Regional Hospital

recently reported that you and the sheriff were...

... "locked in a passionate kiss"?

I'm sorry.

That, uh... didn't go the way that I expected it to.

It's fine.

If it wasn't that, it'd be something else.

If they're willing to misconstrue an entire career,

they're not gonna have a problem misconstruing a... moment.

Meantime, nobody's tending to the county.

And as long as I still have a job,

we need to find this murderer and the head of the Irish Mob.

Now, you do everything you can to find out about Manifest Destinations.

I'll do the same.

By the way,

if you were unhirable, I wouldn't have hired you.

- We've got to get her out of here. - Who?

- The bitch who stole my shit. - She came in your house?

No. She lives here. Come on.

She's in here.

Come on. Hurry up.

Hey.

Oh, my God. We need to call an ambulance now.

No, no, no. She's totally breathing.

I-I threw cold water on her, and I slapped her up.

We just got to get her in your car, okay? We just...

- No, we need to get her to a hospital. - No.

If we take her to the hospital, they're gonna call the cops.

The cops are gonna come along and think that I did this shit.

Why would they think you did this?

Maybe it's because I broke in here

to get my necklace back after this knocked-out bitch

yanked it off my neck yesterday in a bar fight that everybody saw.

Come on.

- Mandy. - Wake up.

- Wake up. - Hey, Mandy.

What?

Did you do this?

No.

No, I did not, but this is what I'm trying to tell you

is that I'm gonna take the blame for it

when it was her asshole husband who did this shit.

He did it.

This was all him. Trust me. I know.

So, we got to get her out of here before he comes back.

You got to help me.

Come on! Help me!

Come on! Don't just stand there!

It is a nice costume.

"Ferguson."

You need to invite me in... now.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Tom, it's a very good idea.

Another idea is that I call your wife.

What the hell?

Uh, there's a, um, FBI agent in my office.

Be very interested in what's going on here.

I never saw you, Tom.

Are you dressed?

Yes.

So, we know you're not a travel agent,

so let's start over with the truth,

if you don't want me to turn you in.

Who do you deal with here at the casino?

Different people.

Him?

I've seen him on the floor, but no.

Where are you from?

Boston.

Were you a prostitute in Boston?

No, I was a waitress at The Shamrock & Plough for years.

What made you come here?

The bartender there, actually.

He approached me and said that the owner wanted me to come to Wyoming.

Said I'd make five times what I made at The Shamrock & Plough,

and he was right.

- Who's the owner? - Connor O'Brien.

Can you tell me what he looks like?

No. I've never seen the guy.

You should probably come to the clinic for some x-rays.

I think you might have a broken rib.

Asha, do you want to press charges?

Against her?

Me? Why would you press charges against me?

I'm the one who saved your stupid ass.

What were you doing in my house?

Cady and I were walking by, and we heard a fight.

And then we saw that asshole leave.

And I saw that nasty look in his eyes, and I knew something was wrong.

Cady didn't want to go in, but I knew we had to.

And then I found you... out cold.

Do you want to call the police?

Call the police.

You know, the first time J.P. beat me, he called the police.

Yeah, that's right.

He called the tribal police to report himself,

just to rub it in my face that there's nothing they could do about it.

He's white.

When was the first time that he beat you?

Last year.

Well, the law's changed since then.

Now the tribal police can arrest a white guy

for abusing a native woman,

as long as the woman is his wife or girlfriend.

I didn't know that. Somebody should tell people.

Asha, you got to put him in jail. You got to make him pay.

I don't want him in jail. I just want him to stop.

If he goes to jail, he's just gonna come back angrier.

He's gonna walk right back through that door and he's...

Bitch, don't you get it?

You have to leave him.

I may not like you, but I hate him.

And I know you hate him, too.

And trust me... I got a lot on my plate,

and feeling guilty when you show up dead

is not something that I want to add.

Okay.

I'll do whatever you want.

I just don't want him in jail.

And I want to be safe.

I think there's a way we can do that.

Manifest Destinations doesn't have a website or a single Yelp review.

So, uh... how'd the deposition go?

Not great.

Well, these things always have a way of working out.

You've had a turnaround.

What are you doing over there?

Well, you know how we couldn't compare

the fingerprint on the syringe with Eddie Harp's fingerprints

'cause we didn't have them?

Now we do.

Eddie Harp's file.

My deputy lifted one of Eddie Harp's fingerprints from his badge.

Eddie grabbed it during the ambush.

I matched the print from my badge

to the heroin syringe that Eddie used as the murder weapon.

So, while you were here gambling,

we were solving a murder that gives you

serious leverage to use against Eddie Harp, should you catch him.

Probably enough to get him to give up the name of the mystery man

who's running heroin and prostitution right out of this casino.

And one more thing.

There's no way that anyone from the mob would have known, through my office,

that we had custody of Eddie Harp or that we were transporting him.

I never gave Eddie a phone call.

So you may just want to check your own house, see if you got a leak.

Good day, sir.

Well, better late than never, I guess.

Yeah.

- Sorry. - Are you?

Eh, I feel like you're not.

Who's the second witness that Tucker added?

You know what he's gonna say, I assume?

Yep.

Is it true?

It's complicated.

Nice of you to join us.

We were just getting ready to pack it up.

You know, counselor, it seems a little much

to keep my witness waiting,

- seeing as how he came all the way... - Tucker.

Prefer the sheriff didn't know where I lived.

He's got a nasty habit of tracking me down

and shooting me or assaulting me.

Well, since you're in such a hurry, why don't we just get right to it?

Sheriff.

So.

Mr. Browning, I've read your statement.

But isn't it true that when you had

your run-in with the sheriff out there in those woods,

you were actually hunting down a girl named Gabriella Langton?

You were gonna kill her so she couldn't charge your men with rape.

Walt shot at you strictly out of self-defense.

Isn't that what really happened?

Sounds like you, uh... you haven't read my statement.

I was out in those woods hiking with my friend, Trot Simic.

- With guns. - Yeah, with guns.

It's grizzly country. It's dangerous up there.

And then on our hike, the sheriff ambushed us,

had my friend shot and killed, nearly killed me.

Bet you're wishing you would have finished me off

when you had the chance, huh, Sheriff?

He's lying, under oath.

Mr. Browning has received impeccable reviews from his employers.

He's revered by his peers.

And he maintains his cool in the presence

of somebody who tried to kill him...

not once, but twice, apparently.

Seems to me to be a reliable witness.

Truth is, I have just as many people willing to attest to his good character

as I have people willing to testify to your questionable character.

I'm leaving.

This is bullshit.

Well, just for the record, I think I have

an alternate explanation for the sheriff's abrupt departure.

Rather than be offended by the aforementioned bullshit,

it could be that the sheriff has to face the fact

that I found another victim who was shot at, without any witnesses,

simply because the sheriff couldn't make his charges stick.

The exact same pattern of behavior

that led to the tragic death of my client, Barlow Connally.

Oh, but now listen to me go on.

This is your deposition, ain't it, Counselor?

Hmm?

Please, fire away.

Henry.

I just brought you one 30 seconds ago.

What is going on?

Yeah.

You know, I'm in all this trouble

for trying to do my job well,

and... and I have to ask myself,

am I actually doing my job well with the...

with the mob bringing prostitutes and murderers

and... heroin into my county?

Then when I think I've found the guy that's behind it,

turns out the guy's been using a fake name.

Connor O'Brien has been dead for 40 years.

Rest in peace.

What if I have the real name?

Shane Muldoon.

How do you know that?

I cannot say.

Well, I'll ask you again.

How do you know that?

Walt, I wanted to help you. Now I have.

- I do not want... - Henry.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Who gave you the name Shane Muldoon?

Nighthorse.

So Nighthorse has a relationship

with this guy, the head of the Irish Mob.

Malachi may be more crooked here than Nighthorse.

Nighthorse hired Malachi.

Whatever Malachi does is on Nighthorse.

He's got to know.

You know the one thing I've learned through all these depositions?

If you're at the top, you're held responsible.

Nighthorse is going down.

You cannot bring him down yet.

Why not?

He promised to get me my bar back.

Oh, Henry.

Please.

Well, I can't wait long.

You figure it out fast.

Moving forward, we need to be sure

all the witnesses we call have detailed accounts...

Dave.

Yeah?

This civil suit

is not about whether or not I did the right thing.

It's... it's about negotiating lies.

I don't know how to play that game.

I want to settle.

Walt, don't be thrown by these depositions.

I mean, Tucker Baggett just delayed those witnesses

to put pressure on you so that you would settle.

You're the one who told me to settle in the first place, Dave.

Well, that was before I saw Tucker's game.

I-I can't stand his good-old-boy bullying.

Walt, I'm very good at what I do.

And now that I see how this is gonna be played,

I think we should keep fighting.

- I think we can win. - I don't care about winning.

I care about being able to get back to doing my job.

This lawsuit is a restraining order that's keeping me from being effective.

Well, we can do this and get you back...

These people did not elect me to protect myself, Dave.

I'm here to protect them.

Right now, heroin is pouring into my county,

a murderer is on the loose,

and a mob boss thinks he can move in.

I have work to do.

If that's what you really want.

It is.

All right then.

Well, you're insured by Absaroka County for $250,000.

That's $250,000 more

than the Barlow Connally estate deserves, but... so be it.

- Dave. - Yeah?

Thanks, bud.

Hey.

So, I've scoured the whole damn World Wide Web,

and there is nothing on Manifest Destinations, so

I did a Google Street View of the address that matches the credit card,

and it's just a vacant lot and a bar.

Uh...

Tell Ruby I'm gonna take the next couple of days off.

Hey, Punk.

Dad. Hi.

I have a favor to ask you.

What's that?

You want to come along and deliver a restraining order with me?

There's a white guy who lives on the Res, and he...

- Why do you need me? - I think it...

it might have more impact coming from a sheriff.

Well, I have a better idea, Cady.

You should quit.

Dad, come on.

You know, you can run errands for Nighthorse.

I won't.

I'm really trying to help people here.

You do know you're being paid with dirty money.

Money from drugs and prostitution.

Wow. Those are some pretty big accusations.

Do you have any proof of that?

Spoken like a true lawyer.

Listen, uh, I'll talk to you later.

I have something I have to do.

I have some news, which I'm sure you'll be happy to hear.

What's that, Counselor?

My client, Walt Longmire, wants to settle.

- Uh-huh. - Yeah, it dawned on Walt

what a pain in the ass this lawsuit's gonna be.

It's not worth his time.

You want maximized value for the estate you represent,

and Walt just wants to get back to work.

- What number were you thinking? - $250,000.

That's exactly what the county's covered for

- under their insurance policy. - Right.

Everybody wins.

So, I'll draft the paperwork and get...

Don't bother.

- Pardon? - You heard me.

I said don't bother.

Walt Longmire's not concerned about the hassle.

He's concerned about losing.

And now you both understand the case that I have,

you both understand that I can get a lot more money.

So the settlement's off the table.

The good people of Absaroka deserve to hear this evidence in court.

And the citizens of this county

deserve to know what kind of sheriff they elected.

And when they do, they're gonna realize

that poor Barlow Connally deserves a hell of a lot more than $250,000.

So, if you'll excuse me, Counselor, I need to practice.

I brought you these fish.

Now there's no reason for you to come back to Absaroka.

I'm gonna be very polite, but very clear.

I want you out of my county.

I know who you are.

The FBI does not.

Not yet.

You came all the way across the country to threaten me?

No.

No, I came to help you.

I'm giving you a heads-up.

I just gave the FBI evidence

that connects your man, Eddie Harp, to a murder.

If they catch him,

what do you think Eddie's gonna choose?

Life sentence for murder or a deal from the feds?

Your name in exchange for protective custody.

I'm sure you already know that Eddie's quite a talker.

Are you telling me to kill him?

I don't tell people how to run their business.

I'm just trying to help you stay out of prison.

I also strongly encourage you

and your drugs and your prostitutes

to stay out of my county.

If you don't, I'll tell the FBI who you are.

What makes you think I won't kill you

in the middle of the night, Sheriff Longmire?

Others have tried.

Look me up.

You'll find I have quite a reputation.

I know he has a gun.

Before you signal him to kill me, know this...

if I don't come home, I've left instructions

for my deputy to give an envelope to the FBI.

It's got your name in it.

Shane Muldoon.

Is Absaroka County really worth your time?

And your life?

Enjoy the fish.

Subtitle corrections by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.