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[Suzanna Choffel's "Keep on Movin'" plays]

♪ You're runnin' hard, baby, you're running fast ♪

♪ I can't keep up, can't even keep up with your past ♪

♪ You'll never stop... to take in the view ♪

♪ Must be a whirlwind that's living inside you ♪

♪ No destination-- just keep on blowin' ♪

Travis?

Travis, you want a cup of coffee? It's Vic.

-That particular caterpillar has flown. -What?

[chuckling] It was as brief a metamorphosis as I have ever seen,

but Travis Murphy has left his cocoon behind.

Okay, enough with the metaphors, Joe-Mega. Where the hell is he?

He's moved out. I have a new renter moving in next week.

Okay, okay. But where did he go?

He did not say.

Though, to be fair, I did not ask.

Well, you forgot your pastries.

[sighs]

[slow music plays]

[gasps] Oh, shit!

Shit! Shit!

[smoke alarm beeping]

[grunts] Go out! Go out! Go out! Go!

Shit! Shit! Go out.

[coughing]

[grunts]

[coughs]

[thud]

[beeping continues]

[beeping stops]

These things don't quit till you rip their guts out.

Everything okay?

Not really.

-[Henry sighs] -[door opens]

Henry...

this, uh, deadbolt I installed

works a whole lot better if you lock it.

Next time, maybe you can also install a doorbell.

I'm serious, Henry. You need to be more careful.

I may have created a bit of a situation.

What's all this?

I volunteered to help with this year's Running Eagle Challenge.

Turns out that means I have to do all the work.

What sort of situation have you created?

I threatened Shane Muldoon so that he would lead me to Malachi.

Now I've lost track of Shane,

and I think someone from the FBI is helping him.

Who?

An Agent Decker.

Decker?

The guy that Nighthorse and I

-have been dealing with. -Yeah.

Well, I think he tipped off Eddie Harp

when you were driving back from your meeting in Cheyenne.

That's how Eddie knew where to find you and run you off the road.

Now that I think of it, the night Decker came to talk to me was odd.

-How so? -He was inside the bar after closing,

waiting for me.

I actually pulled a gun on him.

I'm sorry, Henry.

[cup thumps lightly]

[sighs]

I told you that I would find Malachi.

Shane was my best chance.

Now he's gone.

So...

you're going to give up?

Come on.

You knew it was never going to be easy.

Do you really believe...

that Nighthorse didn't know anything about the heroin?

At first, I thought he was innocent, but now...

I am not so sure.

Why?

If Nighthorse hasn't lied about everything...

-That is a big "if." -...then whoever is signing

for his shipments and intercepting the drugs is dirty.

I mean, Shane has an inside guy at the FBI...

And perhaps Malachi has one inside the casino.

Johnny Runs Far.

That's the name that was on those shipping invoices.

Maybe you can make some inquiries about him.

I'd ask Mathias, but now I'm concerned

that Malachi might have someone inside the Tribal Police, too.

At this point, you're the only person I can trust to do this.

[suspenseful music plays]

[therapist] I want to welcome a new member to our group.

Why don't you introduce yourself, Victoria?

[Vic] Uh, hi. Um, I actually go by "Vic."

And this is all really new to me.

Mm-hmm.

Well, Vic, you're with friends here.

How long has it been since you lost your child?

Mm...

um, I just-- just over a month.

And is there a partner in the picture?

No, just-- just me.

Okay. We're in no rush.

Maybe someone else wants to start us off this week.

I'll go.

I know I haven't been here in a while.

[voice breaking] I really thought I was good.

Um...

I had a little setback.

I was at the drugstore, trying to pick out a birthday card

on one of those racks that-- that spins, you know?

[crying] And I accidentally stopped on the baby shower cards.

And there was this-- this one little card that had this little baby owl on it.

It was just a stupid drawing.

And then-- then this kid, the stock boy,

he came up and asked me how I was.

And I said, "Fine."

-[slow music plays] -I'm not fine.

[sobbing] I'm not fine.

Sorry.

[sniffles, crying]

How long ago did she lose her baby?

Last year.

[woman sobs]

[footsteps]

[Nighthorse] Hey.

Hello, Jacob.

Where is everybody?

The community's enthusiasm for me has dropped off.

Aiding and abetting a kidnapping will do that.

You here to fire me?

No. I still believe in what you're doing here.

But, um...

[sighs]

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to reduce your funding.

I know I committed $750,000 to get this operation up and running,

but, uh...

How much have you spent so far?

I don't know. Um... $200,000 maybe?

Oh. You're gonna have to manage the remainder of the year on...

$100,000 more.

Jacob, I don't know if I can do that--

I mean, even if I don't pay myself a salary.

Well, I don't know what to tell you. I know it sounds harsh,

but there it is.

Is this 'cause of me and what I did?

Or is this because my dad arrested you?

Neither, Cady.

It's me.

My financial forecasting was overly optimistic, it turns out.

[door opens]

-Mr. Nighthorse, we need to go. -What's up, Tony?

Not sure. There's a guy in a truck outside.

I don't know if he followed us here or what,

but he's been watching us this entire time.

Is he in a silver Suburban?

No, sir. It's a Chevy Avalanche.

Sir, we really should go. Just to be on the safe side.

Okay.

[slow music plays]

I'm sorry.

[car engine starts]

[vehicle departs]

[whispers] Oh, shit!

Are you thirsty?

[Zach] Um...

[Cady] Hey, Zach.

[Zach] Oh. [laughs]

Here they are. [chuckles]

-What are you doing here? -Um...

And why, for two days, did you help me repair and clean up my office for no pay?

I'm in a pretty tricky situation here.

Mm-hmm. Well, you're also kind of acting like a stalker.

-Um. -Should I call the police?

-No. No, no. That would not be good. -Mm.

Look, in order to, uh, to tell you the truth of this situation,

then I'm-- I'm gonna have to throw someone else under the bus.

Who?

Your dad.

He hired me to look after you.

He started something. He's worried about retaliation, probably against him, but...

-Hm. -...maybe against you,

-so that's why I'm... -Mm.

...here.

Why didn't you tell me?

He said that you would not appreciate my help,

and, uh...

he also said that you have an independent streak.

He's right.

It's not working out so great for me. [chuckles]

-Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. -Oh.

-You know. -I'm sorry you had to be all sneaky.

But I'm kind of glad you were here watching me.

I mean, to be honest, not even knowing my dad's situation,

I don't feel all that safe here.

A toast to starting over without having to be stubborn or sneaky.

Actually, I don't drink...

anymore.

Oh.

Okay.

[footsteps]

Ferg, have you seen Vic?

No.

[sighs]

Okay, uh, I need you to do a background check

on a guy named Johnny Runs Far.

It's a long shot, but he might lead us to Malachi.

[man] So, this is it?

This is the entire Absaroka County Sheriff's Department?

-Yup. And I'm the sheriff. -So...

...you're the guy who sent me this.

I am.

I'm Agent Vance, from the Bureau in Boston.

Sheriff Longmire.

This is Deputy Ferguson.

How long you been sitting on this?

'Cause the only way this report makes any sense

is if you've met Shane Muldoon in person.

-You're good at your job. -It also means you let him go.

[Walt] My evidence only implicated Eddie Harp.

All I had on Shane was a sense that he and our local casino owner

had known each other for a long time.

It's-- well, it's pretty hard to prosecute that.

So you engaged the head of a nationally organized crime syndicate all by yourself?

When my deputy here was ambushed by the Irish mob,

I began to suspect there was a mole in your department.

Recent events bear that out.

What do you mean?

Agent Decker told me that you guys have Shane Muldoon in custody.

Another agent told me that you don't, so someone's lying.

Do you honestly expect me to believe that Agent Decker is working for the mob?

Are you sure you just didn't misunderstand what he said?

I mean, maybe he was just excited about this report you sent us.

Well, I mailed that package after Agent Decker visited me.

Have you talked to Decker?

What's he saying?

Agent Decker hasn't shown up for work for a couple days.

[indistinct conversation]

[chains rattle]

-[grunts] -Delivery.

No shit.

And who are you with?

The Red Pony. Are you Johnny Runs Far?

-Nope. -Is he here?

Nope, and neither are you.

Johnny's supposed to sign for this order.

No, I sign for everything that comes through here.

-I was told Johnny Runs Far-- -You were told wrong.

He's not even in today.

He's off on Tuesdays.

-He was not at home. -On his days off,

he works at his uncle's shop.

But why stop at his home if your delivery's for the casino?

That is a good question.

I really did not think this through.

Thank you for your time.

[suspenseful music plays]

-Dad? -Hey!

There she is.

[chuckles] Oh!

Look at you.

Hope you're hungry, 'cause you are looking too skinny.

-How did you-- -Bummed a ride on a private jet

full of rich fishermen.

Just thought I'd drop by.

And, surprise--

I'm warming up a couple of cheesesteaks with extra peppers from Pat's.

[laughs]

How's that strike you, huh?

-[sighs] -So, I have a confession.

I didn't come out here on a fishing trip.

That doesn't surprise me, since you don't fish.

I know about what happened, Vic-- about the shooting.

A buddy of mine in the Department of Justice tracks police injury stats.

He called me up last week and gave me the news.

I want you to come home.

Just like that?

Just hear me out.

I know there's some things-- bad feelings, maybe--

about how you wound up out here.

I mean, we all do what we have to do, Vic.

But, come on, be honest.

This?

This is not where you're meant to be.

And where am I meant to be?

Not living in a trailer, for one.

Not risking your life for a power-mad sheriff

-who couldn't care less. -You don't know him.

Oh, I've read up on trigger-happy Walt Longmire.

That is the kind of man who winds up mixed into a new bridge.

I've seen hundreds of cops like him-- guys with a death wish.

There's no need for you to go down with him.

Okay, first of all, Walt is the best cop that I have ever known.

And, second,

there aren't hundreds of us.

There's three of us for a county the size of Delaware,

and we got big-city crime here.

We got homicides and drugs, and right now,

Walt needs me to help him deal with the Irish mob.

The Irish mob is back east, Vic.

Actually, it turns out that Indian casino money pays better

-than running numbers in the hood, so... -Great.

If it's so dangerous and difficult,

has he ever given you a raise, ever talked promotion?

I'm betting not. You know why?

Like you said, it's a three-man department.

The only place for you to go is into his chair

or, more likely, into the morgue, and I won't stand for it.

You got shot, for God's sake.

Why are you still here?

Listen, there--

there's a new police-community relations bureau

staffing up with a lot of money-- a lot.

It would be so great to have you back in Philly.

Hey, it's not giving up if you're making a smarter choice.

You were right, Sheriff.

Agent Decker is gone.

He last used his credit card a couple days ago at a burger joint in town.

A waitress said he was there

with a guy who matches your description of Shane Muldoon.

And then, Decker dumped his wallet

and his cellphone in the men's room and disappeared.

Any idea where he might've gone?

No. How 'bout you?

Your little three-man operation seems to have more answers than the entire FBI.

Actually, there is someone who might be able to help us find him--

-Malachi Strand. -Who's that?

He's a former Tribal Police chief and head of Casino Security.

Also a heroin dealer

and the man who tried to murder my best friend.

-Jesus. -He's in hiding.

Your guys in Cheyenne have been looking for him.

Haven't shared much of what they know with me.

Well, maybe a hot shot from the East Coast can get them to loosen their lips.

Let me see what I can find out.

[Walt] Sounds good.

[footsteps]

-Hey. -Hey.

Did you hear from the FBI?

That was them.

So, um...

is everything okay?

You-- You weren't here this morning.

Yeah, um...

Travis disappeared, just took off without a word, so...

Were you out looking for him?

No. No, I-I was actually at a, uh, therapy session.

-Oh. -Not-- Not about Travis.

Um...

it's grief counseling for-- for a bunch of people who lost babies.

I probably should've gone right after the shooting.

Most police departments would've required it, but...

Right.

Well, that's a good thing.

No, no, it-- it wasn't. It was... [sighs]

Some of these people have been in there for over a year, and they're still...

...just total wrecks.

You know, I-I don't think that talking about it is-- is helping them at all.

It...

I-I don't want that to be me in a year.

I can't not be able to look at a damn baby owl.

I... [sighs]

[voice breaking] I can't get stuck like this.

I won't make it, you know? I-- I...

I don't think I'm strong enough to get through this, Walt.

You are, Vic.

You are strong enough.

[slow music plays]

Trust me--

talking isn't for everybody.

Maybe you just need to... get out of your head for a bit.

You ever hear of the, um, the Running Eagle Challenge?

Isn't that like a rez race for kids?

No, no, it's more like a, well, a triathlon for women.

I just think a physical challenge

might be better for you right now.

Sometimes, if the body leads,

well, the mind and heart will follow.

So, what, like a-- a...

swimming, biking, and running, or...?

Well, there's-- there's running,

and there's canoeing, and there's horseback riding.

Um, I can do one of those things.

Well, it's a challenge. It's not supposed to be easy.

Can I say "no"?

No.

[scoffs]

[cellphone dialing]

[cellphone ringing]

-Hello? -If you're gonna keep watching me,

you might as well just do it from in here.

-Hi. -Come on in.

I mean, it's not like you're interrupting anything.

I'm just sitting here, sulking.

Well, you know, you lose all that money, it's-- it sucks.

Well, it's not really about the money.

I mean, it's kind of about the money, but it's more.

I don't know. I just-- I don't think it's possible to get past

what happened to that little boy.

[cups thump lightly]

No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I want to,

I don't know what it's like to be Cheyenne, you know?

I don't know what they need because I don't share their history.

Well, I mean...

you can get to know them.

Just give yourself some time.

I don't know if that's up to me.

I don't know if they'll give me time.

God, do you know what it's like to think you've finally found your calling,

and then realize that the world's not gonna let you follow it?

Yeah. Yeah, actually, uh...

...I do.

[scoffs]

You really love being a cop, don't you?

I do.

I mean, I...

I-- I did.

Well, I think you're really good at it.

-I'm impressed by you, too. -No, you're not.

-I am. -No, you're not.

-Yes, I am. -No, the only thing

you've ever seen me do is, uh-- oh, yeah--

-get involved in a kidnapping... -Yes.

...and then lose all of my clients.

And you were very good at both of those things.

-[laughs] -Now, look, look--

what I saw was you helping someone

when it would've been a lot easier to just give up.

And, uh...

and that impressed me.

-[mid-tempo music plays] -What was that for?

I don't know. Being the one good part to a really shitty week? [chuckles]

Okay.

Mm.

Henry. I was just coming to see you.

About Johnny Runs Far?

No. No. I want to get Vic entered in that race you're putting on.

The Running Eagle Challenge? Not possible.

-I know it's late entry-- -Late is not the issue.

The event is Native only.

Well, can't you make an exception?

[sighs]

Walt, this is not a fun run.

It is a very intense competition for people who are in recovery.

Well, Vic is in recovery.

I do not mean to minimize the trauma of being shot,

but I am not talking about physical recovery.

The people in this competition have overcome drug addiction.

Vic wasn't just shot.

[door closes]

She had a miscarriage, and, uh...

well, she don't know how to deal with it.

But I think that her competing in this challenge,

it would help her.

-At least a little. -Vic was pregnant?

-Yeah. -Whose baby?

I-- I don't know.

Was it yours?

-What? No. No! -Okay.

-No. -O-Okay, then.

Right.

So will you do what you can to get her entered in the competition?

I will see what I can do.

Good. Thanks, Henry.

So, why did you come here?

To tell you that I believe Johnny Runs Far will lead us to Malachi.

You talked to Johnny?

No. But I did learn that Johnny's boss is supposed to sign for all shipments.

If you look at the invoices for those artifacts,

all the deliveries were made around lunchtime,

when his boss was on break.

Johnny was conveniently the only one there to sign for them.

-Do you know where Johnny is? -Working at his uncle's shop.

[Mathias] The shop we're looking for is west of your daughter's legal office.

You expecting trouble from this guy, Walt?

We're arresting him for possible heroin trafficking,

so I wouldn't rule it out.

[dramatic music plays]

[Walt] Johnny!

[Mathias] Johnny Runs Far!

Hello?

Anybody in there?

He took off. He was in there a few minutes ago.

Supposed to be getting me a beer.

He got a call on his cell and took off.

He tell you when he'd be back or why he was leaving?

No, but the fact that a bunch of cops just showed up,

I kind of figured it out.

TV's on, oven's on. Nobody's home.

He got a call.

-Someone told him we were coming. -Who?

Hey, Vic, it's me. Um...

when was the last time we scrambled our police-radio band?

[man] Hello? Anybody home?

Give me a call when you get this.

Hey! Sheriff Longmire.

-Can I help you? -I hear you got Irish mob problems.

I'm sorry. Uh, are you with the FBI?

[laughing] Oh, hell no.

I'm Victor Moretti.

Oh, uh...

I guess word of my visit hasn't spread like wildfire.

Welcome to Wyoming, Chief Moretti.

You can call me "Vic."

I don't think I can do that, sir.

[laughs] I named my eldest son after me and my youngest daughter.

If that makes me an "ass pomposo," as they say in the old country,

so be it.

Oh, brother, I pity you having to work with the FBI on this mob stuff.

I'm sure you'd like to make an arrest sometime this decade.

-I would. -You know,

we got Irish in Philly since forever.

I could have our organized crime unit send you whatever we have,

see if anything shakes loose.

-I'd appreciate that. -Great.

Now...

there's something you can do for me.

What's that?

I want you to let my daughter go.

-Go where? -Home, to Philly.

She wants to leave this place.

Don't fight her on it.

Vic's an adult.

She'll do what she wants to do.

Hm. Interesting leadership style, Sheriff,

letting your deputies run off the leash.

Is that how she ended up out there chasing some federal fugitive all by herself?

Actually, she wasn't supposed to be there.

But she was there, and she got shot.

I'm betting she was there because you'd run off on your own again,

and she thought it was her job to come rescue you.

Well, she saved my life that night.

That doesn't make me feel even a teeny bit better.

I don't want her puppy-dogging behind you in harm's way anymore.

You got that?

Done.

I've said my piece.

I know I come on strong, but that's life in the big city.

I know you'll do the right thing here.

Chief Moretti.

Your daughter is very important to my department.

You should know that.

Well, then, you better start looking for her replacement right away.

[suspenseful music plays]

-What's his name? -He doesn't have one.

Now, you take that brush,

and you brush him head to tail, okay?

-I thought I was learning how to ride. -That is learning how to ride.

You got to get all the dirt and burrs off before you put the saddle on him.

Now, he needs to be comfortable, or you won't be.

Come on.

[clears throat]

[Walt] Nice and strong.

-That's the way. -[mid-tempo music plays]

Go with the grain.

And you always keep your other hand on him,

just to let him know you're there, okay?

That's good.

That's good.

Keep brushing.

Good job.

[Vic clears throat softly]

So, your dad came by the station last night.

What did he say?

Well, he was pretty upset about you getting shot.

Is that all you guys talked about?

Pretty much.

Why?

Just curious.

So...

when do I actually get to ride this thing?

[Walt] You feel ready for a trot?

[Vic chuckling] Uh...

I don't know, Walt. Am I ready?

[Walt] Yeah, you're ready.

-Okay, lean forward in the saddle. -Okay.

-Give your knees a squeeze. -Okay.

[Walt clicks tongue] Now give him a little kick.

[Vic] Okay. Come on.

[clicks tongue] There we go.

Oh, wow. Okay. -That's good. Stay with me.

-Okay. Is this right? -Well...no, it's--

-Okay. -Get a-- a little more hip action.

Get in rhythm with the horse. That's good.

Squeeze up on your hips when he's coming up, down when he's going down.

-Okay. Okay. Okay. -There. That's good. Just like that.

-Great. Keep it going, Vic. That's great. -Good job. Good job.

-Look good up there. -[laughs]

I wouldn't go that far. -You do. [chuckles]

Okay, now we're gonna come to a stop.

When I tell you, you sit back in your saddle, pull gently on the reins.

-Okay. -Okay, do it. Do it.

-Okay. Oh. -Good. That's good.

-Wow. -[chuckles]

Just remember--

the more relaxed you are, the more relaxed he is.

If you get angry or upset, he will, too, okay?

He gets his confidence from you.

Before you know it,

he'll know what you want almost before you ask him.

So the horse is telepathic, huh?

Like that guy you're looking for, Johnny Runs Far.

Well, I don't think Johnny's telepathic.

I just think Malachi's been listening to the radio traffic.

That's why I asked you about scrambling our radio frequencies.

And now Johnny's gone.

Shane's disappeared.

Decker, too.

Seems like all the roads that were leading to Malachi are dead ends.

Maybe not.

There you are.

So, I know you were hoping for better news,

but I drew a big blank on this Malachi guy.

No one in Cheyenne has any record of anyone looking for him.

Right. So Decker must have been protecting him, too.

I guess so.

Well, we might have found a different way to find Malachi.

By using the heroin that we seized as bait to draw him out.

[Vance] Wait, wait.

-You still have that heroin? -Yep.

Over a million bucks' worth,

and it's not in Malachi's nature

to leave that kind of money on the table.

Well, where is it? The heroin?

-It's in an off-site facility. It's safe. -[scoffs]

Everyone just assumes it isn't, 'cause we're so small-town.

I say that we use that to our advantage.

This is...

unbelievably reckless.

[laughs]

-How exactly do you see it playing out? -[suspenseful music plays]

Well, right now, the drugs are too secure,

so we start off by making them a little easier to get to.

[clicking]

[Vance] Do you think Malachi will be stupid enough

to break into your evidence lockup

-to steal back that heroin? -Nope. He'll send someone.

-And you'll just jump them. -We thought of that,

but everybody we've had in custody has kept their mouth shut, so, no.

We wait for them to lead us back to Malachi.

You don't think they'll be looking for a tail?

[Vic] Oh, absolutely,

which is why we can't follow them.

Well, then, how are they supposed to lead us back to Malachi?

[Vic] We'll bury a fully charged cellphone in one of the bricks of heroin.

[Walt sighs]

So, this is all very clever, in a lo-fi kind of way,

but are you sure Malachi knows where you store seized evidence?

We found out earlier that his group are monitoring our radio traffic.

Hey, Sheriff, it's Ferg.

You still want me to transfer the contraband to the DEA?

Yep. I told them to expect the heroin tomorrow afternoon, so, uh...

why don't you and I meet at the evidence lockup around 9:30 in the morning?

Copy that.

See you tomorrow.

[Vance] Okay, so assuming they steal your heroin,

do you have the ability to track cellphones?

Not with the precision that this is gonna require.

We were hoping that you could help us with that.

[mid-tempo music plays]

[sighs]

Will the computer alert us when something happens?

[Vance] Sort of.

If that flashing blip ever starts to move, we'll know they've taken the bait.

[sighs]

Nothing like the thrill of the chase.

[knock on door]

-Hey, Punk. -Oh, hey, uh...

Can I talk to you outside?

So, I know that you paid Zach to secretly guard me.

Oh. Cady, I'm-- I'm sorry. I just--

No, it's okay.

Zach explained it, and I get it.

I appreciate you looking out for me.

Well, you're welcome.

I think you should hire Zach.

-Well, I did before. -I know.

And then you fired him because he hit a guy--

a guy who, it turns out, was spying on you.

-Cady... -Dad, he wants to be a cop

more than anything, and I think he should be.

He's really smart, and he's thoughtful,

and he cares about what happens to people,

and if I could keep him employed, I would.

I just-- I don't have the budget anymore.

Dad, look at this.

You're trying to police a huge county with three people.

-What if one of them quits? -[mid-tempo music plays]

Dad, this is crazy, and it's wearing you out.

You need help here, and-- and you have it.

It's just waiting for you, right there.

I know you think that he let you down,

but isn't it possible that you just gave up on him too soon?

So I just go like this?

Yeah, that's good.

Except, if you only paddle on one side,

you're gonna go in circles, all right?

Okay, so then...

every stroke, I just switch sides, right?

-Like that. -Well...I-I mean, you could,

but it's pretty inefficient.

That's why I use the "J" stroke, right?

So, you use the paddle like a rudder--

Hey, hey, they did it! The cellphone is moving.

Someone just stole your heroin.

[dramatic music plays]

[Walt] You still getting a signal on that?

Do you think I would just sit here silently if I lost it?

Our cell reception can be pretty spotty on the rez.

[Vance] I still have a signal,

and it hasn't moved in 15 minutes.

[static crackles]

Almost forgot-- no radios.

Can you e-mail that location to the others?

I already did.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[Vic] Walt, look what I found.

[Vance] Unbelievable. The drugs are here, but not the guys who stole them.

-Did everybody stay off the radio? -You would've heard.

How else could they have known we were following?

Even if they did, why'd they abandon their heroin?

[Ferg] Walt!

Agent Decker?

[sighs]

I think I need to talk to my lawyer.

-[music ends] -[Vance] Excuse me.

Thank you.

This is good.

Can you hear anything they're talking about?

No.

And I don't read lips, either.

I should just stay here. -What? No, no.

The race starts in an hour. You got to get going.

Yeah, but with all the FBI swarming around...

[Walt] I can handle that.

Vance told me that he'd get authorization from Boston

for us to interview Agent Decker,

but he said that could take hours.

All you'd be doing here would be waiting around.

You need to go.

[sighs] You and I both know me running this race is ridiculous.

No, it's not.

Not if it helps you with what you're going through.

And if it helps you, it helps me.

Okay.

Wish me luck, then.

[Walt] Good luck.

[door opens, closes]

Hey, Ferg.

Vic ever say anything to you about leaving?

-Leaving where? -Wyoming.

What? No.

Wow.

-Wait. Did she say something to you? -No, no, no, no.

Forget I mentioned it.

[chanting in native language]

[cheers and applause]

[chanting continues]

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,

to the fourth annual Running Eagle Challenge!

[cheers and applause]

Racers, to the starting line.

[cheers and applause continue]

Racers, on your mark!

Get set...

-[gunshot] -[up-tempo music plays]

[cheers and applause]

[knock on door, door opens]

Is Decker talking? [door closes]

Yeah, Decker knows how we work.

He's trying to be cooperative so we make him a deal.

All right, that's good. Let's bring him in here.

Yeah, uh, I can't.

I didn't get clearance.

But I was authorized to provide you with a summary of what he's told us to date.

So you won't let him talk to me, but, uh, you'll tell me what he said?

[Vance] Most of it.

Agent Decker claims he's been working with Shane Muldoon for years.

He's given Shane intel on our investigations.

In exchange, Shane paid him.

Occasionally, he'd give Decker information about criminal activity.

Right. So he'd look good to the FBI, you guys would all trust him.

Yeah.

Anyway, after you met with Shane, he decided to run.

He met with Decker at the burger joint.

He asked Decker to buy him some time to get out of the country.

That's what Decker was doing with me when he came to my house,

told me that Shane had turned himself in.

Uh-huh. Decker knew that visit would blow his cover.

That's why he ditched his phone and his credit cards at the restaurant.

He was planning to skip town, too.

Now, apparently, Shane offered him the heroin as a thank-you and a bailout,

assuming Decker could get his hands on it.

What about Malachi Strand?

What was his role in this? What did Decker tell you about him?

Nothing.

Damn it, Ferg. This is not how to do it.

[grunting]

[water plunging]

[grunts]

[dramatic music plays]

[Panting]

[man distorted] Come on! You can do it!

[normal voice] You can do it! Come on up.

[door opens]

[footsteps]

-What are you doing? -Nothing.

There's nothing I can do.

[Ruby] That's not true.

You can read your mail.

[Walt sighs]

[paper tears, letter opener clatters]

[clears throat]

[suspenseful music plays]

[music continues]

[key taps] Think you need to take a leak?

I'm good.

[Walt] I don't think so.

Come on. I'll show you where the bathroom is.

Come on.

Right down there.

Straight through.

First on the left.

[sighs]

Hey! Hey, what's your problem?

You see that? Shane Muldoon, your pal.

-Oh, shit. -He never made it out.

You know who did that? Malachi Strand.

-Wait. That's impossible. -Now, I'm not sure

how much you know about Malachi,

but he runs one of the most brutal gangs operating in the federal prison system.

So when you get there, you can be sure you'll be next on his bucket list.

-[stammers] I-- I-- -Those guys, your old coworkers?

They don't care about Malachi.

They're all about the big players in Boston.

But I want to find Malachi and bring him in.

And if you help me do that,

you may even save your own ass in the process.

Now, they're shipping you out of here in the morning.

If you want to talk before then,

you let me know.

[door closes]

[grunts, pants]

Okay. Come on, go.

Go.

[horse nickers]

-Come on! -[horse whinnies]

-Okay. -[mid-tempo music plays]

Okay. We're doing it.

Okay.

Come on, Walt's horse.

Okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[horse neighs]

[screams]

[grunting]

[coughs]

[grunts]

[breathing quickly]

[sighs] Shit.

[cheers and applause]

[cheers and applause continue]

Congratulations.

[chanting in native language]

[chanting continues]

[chanting continues]

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to support the racers.

This event is fully funded by the casino.

Did you just tunnel out of prison?

Your friend Walt got me bail.

Yes.

Walt told me about your deal.

You admitted to working with Shane Muldoon and Eddie Harp.

[Nighthorse] Yeah, well, I told you that I've done some things I'm not proud of.

[cheers and applause continue]

These people will not be happy when they hear you have investors

from outside the tribe.

[Nighthorse] Yeah, I'm aware.

Think they'll care less about that once they hear that they won't be getting

their profit-sharing checks this month, maybe next.

What do you mean?

My bail was set at a million dollars.

I did not have that.

You used casino profits to pay for your bail?

Brother, you know that Walt was gonna feed me to the wolves in that prison.

You will be facing more of them out here.

-[sighs] -Are you here

-to take back their prize money? -I wouldn't do something like that.

-Sounds like you already have. -Henry...

...you have a lot of goodwill with these folks.

I'm-- I'm counting on you.

I'm gonna need your help smoothing this over with the community.

I am not a magician.

And I cannot be an advocate for someone who works for the mob.

[cheers and applause]

Look at that family, Jacob.

I will not be a part of screwing over people like that.

[dramatic music plays]

[panting]

"Hey, Vic, do you want to learn how to ride a horse today

and run a race tomorrow?"

"Sure. Why not?

I mean, you don't care if your horse takes off and I die in the wilderness, do you?"

Shit.

Oh, hey.

It's okay, boy. [panting]

We still got at least a good four miles before we--

[twig snaps, horse whinnies]

[voice breaking] No, please stay.

[panting]

[rhythmic drumming]

[drumming ends]

Come on.

[panting]

I need to use the bathroom again!

[breathing quickly] Hello?

Can you really get Malachi?

That's up to you.

Well, I'm not giving him up for nothing.

Well, you're not in a great position to negotiate.

You either tell me where he is

or you take your chances with the Native American Brotherhood.

-Well, I don't know where he is exactly. -Then we're done.

Wa-- no, no, wait, wait.

I've been meeting with Malachi off and on for the past few months,

and-- and Shane didn't trust him-- for good reason, it turns out.

Where you been meeting him?

There's a burger joint just, uh...

right outside your county near the Crow rez.

-Buffalo Betty's? -Yeah.

-When was the last time you met him there? -Uh, yesterday.

Talked about the heroin.

Told him I'd cut him in to half the money if he helped me get it.

He knew where you were keeping it.

-'Cause he heard us on the radio? -Yeah.

Did you and Malachi arrange a time to transfer the drugs?

Yeah, sort of.

Same place in two days.

-What time? -11:00, 2:00, 3:30, or 6:00.

Malachi...

always likes to keep you waiting.

[breathing heavily]

Okay. I get it, all right?

I'm not strong enough. You win. [sniffles]

I give up.

[breathing heavily]

[slow music plays]

[whispering] Oh. Oh.

Oh, it's you.

[pants]

Thank you for coming back. [sniffles]

Thank you. [sniffles]

Thank you, 'cause I was getting really scared.

[birds chirping]

Yay.

We made it.

[clapping]

You see?

I knew you could do it.

I almost lost your horse.

I'm tired.

[slow music plays]

I'm leaving.

[vehicle approaches]

[music ends]

[engine shuts off]

[truck door opens]

[sighs]

I don't want to hear another word.

I'm packing you up and getting you out of here,

since you are in no condition to make the decision yourself.

-I'm fine. -No, you're not, Vic, trust me.

You can't see it like I can.

Please, tell me what you see.

[scoffs] You look terrible! Where the hell have you been?

I have been through a lot, Dad.

And I didn't tell you about it because I didn't want you flying here

and trying to control everything like you're doing right now.

Is that what I'm doing?

You have never been able to treat me like a grown woman--

probably because you never treated me like a girl.

-That-- That's not true. -You named me after you.

I'm not one of my brothers.

I know.

You're actually tougher than all of them.

-[sighs] -Vic the Terror.

That's not what I mean, Dad.

Tough or not, girls are different.

I mean... [sighs]

I mean, we're the ones who can get pregnant.

And I...

I did.

[voice breaking] And then I got shot...

...and I lost the baby.

[slow music plays]

I lost my baby, Dad.

[sighs] Oh, sweetheart, I had no idea.

I-- I know, and I'm sorry for that.

[Victor] No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't call me.

You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?

I'm tough enough. I can handle it.

[voice breaking] I don't need you to handle it.

And I don't need you to be tough-- not like that.

I need you to let go just...

just a little...

and trust that I know what I need to do.

You raised me.

You did.

[sniffles] I know what I need to do next.

[Victor sighs]

[Vance] Sheriff, I know you think

we're a bunch of bureaucrats who just make deals with criminals.

Oh, I get the feeling you think that, too.

I do. But I'm not letting it happen this time.

A guy who betrays his brothers like this-- he doesn't get a deal.

-[door closes] -He's going to prison.

Only seems right that he would.

I envy you, Sheriff.

Just you and a couple loyal deputies.

It's all so simple here.

Not really.

Well, thanks for your help.

Good luck to you.

[door opens, closes]

[sighs]

Hey.

Hey.

You got a second?

Sure. What's up?

I'm not really good at this sort of thing.

-Uh-huh. -Um...

I don't want to seem ungrateful...

[slow music plays]

...but it just sort of, um...

-...feels like it's time-- -Please...

before you say anything, just think about it a little longer.

Or at least pretend to, for my sake.

Just let me get this out, okay?

Fine.

I want a raise.

[Western music plays]