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Took you long enough.

Well, I had to drive from
Sheridan.

What's so urgent?

It's out back.

Someone left
hundred-dollar chips out here

like a trail of breadcrumbs.

Leading to what?

I'll show you.

The stake is mine.

The flag is not.

This is Gaelic.

Yeah.
"Tiocfaidh ár lá."

It means
"Our Day Will Come."

That's an IRA slogan.

Yeah. And it's a
message from Boston.

So why are your mob partners
threatening you?

They're not my partners,
I say again.

In fact, I just sent
a very clear message to them

that they're not welcome
in my casino.

I canceled
all the pending reservations

for Manifest Destinations.

This would seem to be
their response.

Why did you call me?

Why not call Mathias or Malachi?

Well, as you once pointed out,

my home is technically
in your county.

And I don't have
complete confidence

in my own security
detail right now.

Why should I believe you?

How do I know
you didn't just stage this

like you did with
David Ridges' funeral pyre?

That'd be a pretty good way
to convince me

you're cutting ties
with the mob.

You know, Walt...

...this was not an easy call
for me to make.

So what is it you want?

I want protection.

I want to stay alive.

Cady, it is Henry again.

I thought you were coming by
with your friend two hours ago.

This is not like you.

I am on my way over.

- What happened here?
- Somebody got shot.

Do you know who?

Cops came,
took some people away.

It's quiet in here.
We can talk without an audience.

Did the hospital call?
Is J .P. gonna make it?

We're still waiting for word.

I'm sorry to make you two
go through all this again,

but it's important for us to
have all of our facts straight.

So if you wouldn't mind
starting at the beginning,

I understand J .P. Wright was
served with a protective order.

- She made me do it.
- Asha.

You really shouldn't speak
without a lawyer present.

But you're my lawyer.

It's a little complicated
right now.

There's no need for a lawyer.

This isn't an interrogation.

Nobody's under arrest.

I just want to get
your statements

while it's all still fresh.

I'd like to make a phone call.

Go ahead.

Okay.

I'll... I'll be in
the hallway, Asha.

Don't say a word.

Walt, hey.
What are you doing here?

Can I come in?

- Uh, yeah. Sure.
- Thanks.

So, uh, you live here now?

Yeah.

Do you want a beer?

I'd love one.

- Take a seat.
- Thanks.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

So, um...

I just wanted to let you know
that I hired Eamonn.

What?

Temporarily.

What for?

Well, I needed to put somebody
on a security detail

at Jacob Nighthorse's house,

and I can't spare you or Ferg
for that, so...

Since when do we run security
for Jacob Nighthorse?

Uh, since a couple hours ago.

He, uh, called me to his house

and showed me a trail
of poker chips

in his, uh, back field
leading to this.

So, um... what do poker chips
and a flag mean, exactly?

Well, uh... Nighthorse
wants me to believe

it means the Irish Mob
is coming after him

'cause he kicked them out
of the casino.

You don't believe him?

I don't know.
It's possible. Um...

In fact, um...

I may be kind of responsible
for the threat on his life.

What did you do?

Nothing, really.
Just, um...

Well, I may have threatened
the head of the Irish Mob...

...to his face.

You did not.

I told him to, uh, get out of
the casino and out of Absaroka

or I'd give his name to the FBI.

So there's a mob boss
in Absaroka?

No. No.

You remember when I took
a couple of days off?

I, um, I actually flew
to Boston.

Jesus, Walt. Do you have
any idea how dangerous that was?

Well, I think I'm
starting to, yeah.

Why would you threaten
a mob boss ever,

much less when you have
a massive lawsuit

hanging over your head?

It was just the, um, the
depositions really got to me.

I felt handcuffed.

I couldn't make a move
without thinking

how it was gonna affect that
stupid lawsuit, and I just...

I just needed to act.

I do realize, in retrospect,
I may have gone, uh,

gone a bit too far.

But, um...

Well, that leads me
to my bigger concern.

You have a bigger concern?

Yeah.

It's possible that the Irish Mob
may have put a hit out.

Only they put it out on me.

Jesus.

Really?

Nighthorse and the mob
may have set this whole thing up

to lure me into a trap, kill me,

and resume operations
at the casino.

Okay.

Okay. So...

If this is true
and the mob sent a hit man

to Wyoming to take you out,

why don't you just turn this mob
boss over to the FBI?

They can take him into custody

and take you
out of the line of fire.

Because I gave my word.

And because the FBI has a leak.

How else would
the mob have known

when and where to ambush Ferg?

If I give this guy's name
to the FBI,

he'll find out, go into hiding,

and be even more likely
to send somebody after me.

Okay.

So what do we do?

We need to find whoever was sent

before they get the drop on me
or Nighthorse.

We'll check airline manifests,
hotel rooms, rental cars...

look for whoever came in
from Boston.

Who are we looking for?

Well, it's probably
not the boss himself.

He probably sent somebody else.

- But if he didn't and...
- I can't tell you.

Walt, it's gonna be a lot easier
for me to help you

if I've got all the information.

Vic, the less you know
about this guy, the better.

Now, I may be in trouble.

But I'm not gonna risk you
getting hurt.

Moretti.

Yeah.

It's for you.

Cady, I've been waiting
for your call.

I just didn't expect it
to be about this.

Mr. Morris,
what are you doing here?

Representing you.

Is there a place where
Ms. Longmire and I can talk?

Uh, privately.

Come on, Asha.
Let's get some air.

Mr. Nighthorse contacted me
and said you had a problem.

He is a master
of understatement.

So...

Talk me through what happened.

- You're not my attorney.
- No.

I work for Jacob Nighthorse,
and since you work for him...

I'd prefer someone else.

At 2:00 in the afternoon,

you're not gonna find anyone in
this county half as good as me.

At this hour, you're not gonna
find anybody at all.

And you don't want to sleep here
among the Doritos and Slim Jims.

You want to go home.

Let me help you.

Fine.

So, did you shoot an Indian?

No. He's, um...

- He's a white male.
- Excellent.

And where did this
white male get shot?

- In the side...
- No.

I mean where were you all
when it happened?

Oh.
Uh, he broke into my office.

You have an office?

Sort of. It's an
old foreclosed house.

A residence.

And did you change the C of O?

No.

But what does real estate
have to do with anything?

Stand Your Ground.

Wyoming follows
the Castle Doctrine.

A man's home is his castle,
defendable against intruders.

- This happened on the res.
- Doesn't matter.

You're a white woman
who shot a white man.

Tribal law doesn't apply to you.

Your case gets kicked
up to the state.

So as long as this house belongs
to someone, you're golden.

Now, who's Asha?

She's a client.

Uh, I served her husband
with a restraining order.

He's the one who attacked us.

So she was with you at the time.

Is this wife of the victim
your only witness?

I mean, will she back you up
that you acted in self-defense?

We were both being threatened.

I think I saved her life.

Well, that's good.

I can build a Castle Doctrine
defense for sure,

but it'll really help
to have the wife on your side.

Do you feel like she is?

I do.

Look.

I know this seems like
the worst night of your life,

but as they say

in the Bible or something,
"This, too, shall pass."

All right.

Let me see if I can spring you
for the night.

- Asha.
- You killed him!

- You killed J.P.!
- Asha, get off!

The hospital called!

He died in surgery!

You murdered him!

I never should've
listened to you!

- Get her out of here.
- I loved him, and now he's gone!

Asha, come on.

My husband is gone.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I'm not so sure
she's on your side.

Yeah.

Every passenger
in the last 72 hours

whose flight originated
from Boston.

You can fax it
to the number I gave you.

Thank you.

So, Walt didn't tell you
where he was going?

He got a call from Henry, and he
raced off with no explanation.

You know
that thing that he does.

Yeah, I just...

I don't understand
how we're gonna find this guy

if Walt didn't tell us his name.

Name doesn't matter.

Guy probably sent another guy
who works for him.

But now that we got these
passenger lists coming in,

we should follow up with the
local hotels

and see if anybody fits
the profile.

The "hit man" profile?

Yeah.

Sure.

We'll just follow and photograph

every adult traveling
from Boston to Wyoming.

Shouldn't be a problem.

You do realize the whole
needle-in-a-haystack absurdity

- of all this, don't you?
- You know what, Ferg?

Just go hang out with your
girlfriend, 'cause I got this, okay?

You know,
I don't mind the extra work

if it gets a bull's-eye
off Walt's back, all right?

Okay.
Don't bite my head off.

What is with you these days?

I'm sorry.
You didn't deserve that.

This is just...

It's a lot, so...

Why don't I take all the hotels
from here to Cody

and you go the other direction
towards Sheridan?

Yeah.

Okay.

Where's Cady?
Cady Longmire.

Cady Longmire's a murderer!

Take her back to my office.

Cady's in the interview room.

My daughter under arrest?

No. She's just giving
a statement.

I'm taking her home.

I just took him to the hospital

thinking his daughter
had been shot.

You could not find it
in yourself to call me?

I've had my hands full
with this.

It's not often a white girl
shoots a white guy on the res.

After all I have done for you.

All you've done is the minimum
required to save your ass.

That doesn't earn you special
treatment.

I still have a job to do.

Get your hands off her.

- Dad, it's okay.
- No, it's not.

- Now, you leave her alone.
- Dad, stop.

They got no right, Cady.

Actually, they do, because
I shot and I killed a man.

Whoa. I'm not sure you need to
be saying anything like that.

- Who's he?
- I'm her lawyer. Kevin Morris.

I represent
Jacob Nighthorse's concerns.

He sent me
when, uh, Cady called.

- You get everything you need?
- Yes, sir.

Then you're free to go.
We'll be in touch tomorrow.

You need a ride, Cady?
- No.

No, I'll take her home.

We did have a man
check in from Boston.

Joe Bauman.
Oh, he just went out.

You could probably catch him
in the parking lot.

He's in a white Chevy Malibu.

Thanks.

Give me a fish fillet,
no mayonnaise, no bun.

You have caffeine-free Slice?
What... That's fine. That'll do.

No french fries.

Cool. Thank you.

What the hell?!
This is a rental!

Sorry!
My bad.

- Need a bag?
- All good.

Thanks.

Can I help you?

U h, yeah.
Just right behind you.

You want some condoms?

No, um... beneath the...

The pregnancy test?

Could you say it any louder?

Made you some tea.

Oh.
Uh, thank you.

Yeah.
It's hot.

I really appreciate
you taking me home, Dad.

So, why didn't you call me?

What?

Oh. Uh, well, the shooting
happened on the res.

So it made sense to call Jacob.

Jacob's the one who put you
in danger in the first place.

That's what he does.

He lures people into situations
where they get hurt,

and, uh... nobody can
ever tie him to it.

Well, you can stop
blaming Jacob,

because it was J .P. Wright
who attacked me.

And I'm... I'm lucky
that I had Jacob's gun.

Nighthorse gave you a gun?

So he knew
he was putting you at risk.

It's a Cheyenne
gesture of trust.

Something that you could use
a little bit more of.

Don't be so naive, Cady.
Nighthorse is not your friend.

He's the last one
you should count on.

I wanted to count on you.

I asked you to help me serve
that restraining order

against J.P. Wright,
and you turned me down.

You told me to quit.

Well, if you listened to me,
none of this would've happened.

Okay. Um...

I'm really tired, Dad.
Okay?

I just want to go to sleep.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Cady, it is Henry.

Just checking to see
how you are feeling this morning

and to find out when would be
a good time to come by later.

I may have a gift for you...

...if I can find
what I am looking for.

Let me know.

You look rough.
What happened last night?

There was an incident
at, um, Cady's office.

What type of incident?

A shooting.

Cady shot a guy in self-defense.

You come up with any leads
on hit men

coming in from Boston?

Cady shot a guy?

- Is she okay?
- She's fine.

She shot him.

So, what'd you learn last night?

So, we got flight manifests
from Range Air

and Frontier out of Sheridan

and all other major airlines
and charters out of Cody.

We tracked a number
of Boston-based passengers

to local hotels and photographed
as many of them as we could.

Does anyone look familiar?

Of course, none of these include
anyone who's staying with family

or came in by bus or car.

Who's this?

Can't make out a face.

Oh, I caught him
just before he went inside.

Um, Dennis Wabash.

Boston to Minneapolis
to Sheridan.

Dennis Wabash is
Jacob Blankenship's old cohort.

Who's Jacob Blankenship?

Jacob Nighthorse
before he changed his name.

According to Jacob's records,
Dennis Wabash committed suicide.

Thirty years ago.

So either Dennis Wabash
isn't really dead

or someone else from Boston
is traveling

using a dead man as an alias.

A dead man
connected to Nighthorse.

Where's Dennis staying, Ferg?

Peaksman Motel in Sheridan.

I'm heading to Sheridan.

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

I have to.

If he's come from Boston
and he's who I think he is,

he clearly didn't get my
message the first time.

And you're clearly
not getting his.

Oh, I'm getting his message.
I just don't care for it.

You two head home.
Get some rest.

Hold it right there!
You're on private property.

Easy. I am just here
to see Jacob Nighthorse.

What's in the bag?

Who exactly are you?

- I'm with the Sheriff's Department.
- No, you are not.

I know everyone
in that department.

I'm a temp.
What's in the bag?

What is in the bag is private.

You don't want to show me?
That's fine.

Turn around.
Get on the ground.

Turn around
and get on the ground!

Right now, on your knees.

Get down.

Hey.
There you are.

Hi.

Mandy, uh...
what's going on?

I was walking past, and there
were all these people outside,

- so I let them in.
- How did you get in?

Broken window.
Yo, you should really fix that.

Why are all these people here?

Well, word spread
that you killed a white man.

It means you can't be all bad.

Yeah. People are taking you
more seriously now.

Oh, I-I took $20
from each of them.

That's like a retainer, right?

No, no, no.
You have to give that back.

This is a nonprofit
legal-aid center.

Free is insulting.

If you don't charge them,

people will think you're giving
them shitty service.

I, uh...

I-I need a... I need a minute.

Excuse me.

You want me to write
down everything he did to me?

Mm-hmm. Yep.

Okay. So, we got a couple DUls,
some child-custody cases,

and a guy who wants to sue
the federal government.

This isn't what I wanted.

Going from having no clients
to a full house?

No, I...

I mean, I-I want to help people,

but I didn't want
to have to kill a man

to raise my reputation.

Okay.

Well, you can't put that
toothpaste back in the tube.

So, who do you
want to see first?

I can't.

Tell them to come back tomorrow.

Henry Standing Bear.
He says he knows you.

But he was on the premises
without permission

- and wouldn't cooperate.
- I have been racially profiled.

I didn't profile you.
You were acting suspicious.

That's all right, Eamonn.
I know him.

Will you give us
a moment, please?

What is that guy
doing here, Jacob?

Walt sent him over.

- Walt Longmire?
- Yeah.

You're the one that gave me
the idea to reach out to him

to help deal with the
threat of the mob.

I am beginning to regret that.

Yeah?

What were you doing out there
to make Eamonn suspicious?

Bringing you good news.

I found Malachi's second set
of financial records

for the Red Pony.

As I suspected,
it tells a very different story.

Wow.
I'm sorry.

If I'd known
you'd be showing up here,

I would've brought
some lobsters.

In exchange for the trout.

They were delicious, by the way.

I prepared them with an almond
crust, a little lemon. Mmm.

Well, if you weren't expecting
me, who were you expecting?

An old friend.

Jacob Blankenship?

You're a man who knows
his history.

That's a name I haven't heard
in 30 years.

That's about the time
that Jacob was hanging out

with Dennis Wabash.

And that's the name you used
to check in to that motel.

Clearly you all knew each other.

We did.

We were all college radicals.

Bonded over the fact that we had
all lost our countries

to colonizing assholes.

But that was all
a very long time ago.

I've moved on
from that naive idealism

to a more effective pragmatism.

I can tell you the whole
boring story if you want.

There's no need.

You're leaving.

I told you to stay out
of my county.

I'm not in your county.
This is Sheridan.

Named after an Irish general...
Philip Sheridan.

Kind of a bad guy, actually.

He's credited with saying,

"The only good Indian
is a dead Indian."

I know one Indian who
believes you're here

to make sure he's dead.

Nighthorse thinks you put that
in his garden as a warning.

A little theatrical,
don't you think?

Tell me, Sheriff, when you're
about to go after a suspect,

do you send a singing
telegram to tip him off?

Please, sit.

You're making
the waitress nervous.

Jacob's a friend of mine.

Why would I want him dead?

Because he pulled out
of your business arrangement

at the casino.

He canceled all the reservations
for Manifest Destinations.

I wasn't aware of that.

In fact, I'm the one
who pulled out of the casino,

just as you and I agreed.

Do we agree?

Well, no.
I suppose not formally.

But after your visit, I did
a profit-and-loss analysis,

something I do
on a regular basis.

And I agreed with you.

There are hundreds
of shitty little casinos

all across this
great country of ours

that don't come encumbered
with Indian ghost vigilantes

and crusading sheriffs.

The potential profits in
Absaroka aren't worth the risk.

So, one conversation and you
fly out here under a fake name

to shut up shop?

Your colleagues back in Boston

must think you're being
a little rash.

No.
Decisive.

The mistake a lot of people make
in this business

is they can't separate
their emotions from business.

That's what often makes endings
so drawn out and messy

and expensive.

People get caught up in cycles
of vendetta, violence

that are really
just about injured pride.

I came out here to make sure
none of that happened.

How did Nighthorse take it?

Oh, I'm sure he's not happy.

How much money does a man need?
He's prospering.

And, full disclosure, I did have
another reason to come out here.

What's that?

Wanted to make sure if I hold up
my end of the bargain...

you'll hold up yours.

I gave you my word.

And my gut says
you're a trustworthy man.

But again, I have to separate
my emotions from my business.

It's like Ronald Reagan
used to say

about negotiating
with the Russians.

"Trust but verify."

So you're a history buff, too.

So I have made a clean break
with Four Arrows Casino, and...

I've taken care of Eddie Harp.

No risk of him getting
chatty with the FBI.

Now I need assurances
that you won't either.

So you didn't come out
here to kill me?

Just here to make sure
I don't talk.

So long as I have nothing
to worry about from you,

you have nothing to
worry about from me.

Neither does
your daughter, Cady...

or your friend
Mr. Standing Bear...

or that deputy of yours.

The cute one.

Moretti.

I'm guessing she's the one
you gave that envelope to,

the one with my name in it.

I don't like being threatened.

Well, to be fair...

...you started it.

Evidence.

You can never be too careful.

Hi.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wabash,

but there's no smoking
allowed in here.

I'm sorry, Cindy.
It will not happen again.

People are so nice here.

Shame I have to leave.

But a deal's a deal,
right, Sheriff?

Asha.

No, Asha, wait.

Wait, please!
I really need to speak with you.

Hello?
Hey.

Is Malachi there right now?

No, he is not.

I have not seen Malachi
in a couple of days, actually.

Do you think he knows
that the ledger is missing?

No.
And he never will.

Good.

I'm gonna have to
call you back, Henry.

So, what's up, gentlemen?

Where you...
Where you guys going?

I'm taking Eamonn
off this security detail.

There's no threat
against your life.

I just got back
from talking with your friend,

the one who called himself
Dennis Wabash.

He says he ended
your business arrangement.

So it seems that if anybody
would be likely to kill,

- it would most probably be you.
- Okay.

"Dennis Wabash" called
me at work

asking to meet
at a Sheridan motel.

A call from a dead man.

If that's not a threat,
I don't know what it is.

- He's lying to you, Walt.
- No. No, you are.

First, you neglect to tell me
you were old friends

with an Irish Mob boss.

Then you leave out the fact

that he's here in town
trying to contact you, Jacob.

You know, honestly,
I'm tired of your denials

about your arrangements
with organized crime.

I'm done.

There is no arrangement!

I don't know what I have to do
to get through to you.

He and I were friends
decades ago.

Yes, the IRA
and the American Indian movement

had common cause.

Both of us were trying to
overthrow our occupiers.

But I left all of that behind
after Dennis killed himself.

When my friend
contacted me a year ago

to suggest a partnership
with the casino,

I flew out to Foxwoods
specifically to tell him no.

You yourself saw me getting off
the plane when I got back!

Nobody flies all the way across
the country to tell someone no.

Your friend was operating
out of Four Arrows,

pouring heroin into Absaroka,
my county!

Now, he's only just
pulled out now

because I threatened to give
his name to the FBI.

Good God!
The great white ego rides again.

You're the reason he's leaving.
Is that it, Walt?

That's right!
And I think you knew that.

That's wrong!

So there is no threat
against your life.

I think you arranged
this whole thing

just to get me out of the way
so you could resume

your profitable arrangement
with your old friend.

Even for you,
that is ridiculous!

Okay. U h, you guys obviously
have some stuff to work out,

so I'm gonna go wait in the car.

Cover me!

Walt!

Get back!

Walt!

You all right?

Been better.

I'll get you out of here.

Next time you're thinking of
calling me for a favor,

please don't.

Pull him up!
Aah!

What happened?
Are you okay?

Uh, yeah. There was,
uh, there was a hit.

I don't know if I was the target
or... or Nighthorse,

but, uh, Eamonn caught
one of the bullets.

Eamonn did?

Yeah.
He got hit in the leg.

Lost a lot of blood,
but he's okay.

Doctor said you could
go see him if you want.

Did you follow them? The shooters?
Did you see them?

I was taking care of Eamonn,
but Nighthorse ran after them.

He couldn't catch them.

Whoever they were,

I guess we're lucky
that they have shitty aim.

You should, um, go see
your, um...

Go see Eamonn.

I should get back over
to Nighthorse's,

make sure nobody disturbs
the crime scene.

Do you think that we're dating?

Me and Eamonn.

You said you were.

Not dating, exactly, but...
I just figured...

Uh, yeah, 'cause we're not.

Okay.

So you don't want to see him?

Oh, I'm gonna go see him.

Right. I guess I'll
see you later.

You decent?

Not if I stand up.

Your boss is so jealous,
he tried to kill me.

Aren't you
supposed to be resting?

Well, since I have
some downtime,

I'm taking the chance to look up
some career alternatives.

Jobs where you don't get shot.

Yeah.
Yeah.

So everything in law enforcement
is out, of course.

I thought maybe I'd go back
to medical school, but look.

"Crazed meth head
shoots up emergency room."

Then I thought
maybe I'll work with children.

"Fifth grader brings Uzi
to class."

It's good you're thinking about
your future.

I have been, too... actually.

And what we talked about
at the... the Red Pony,

that I needed to figure out
what was going on with me

before there could be an us.

Oh, you figured all that out?
That was pretty quick.

Well, it's been six weeks,
you know?

Six and a half, seven.
Uh... anyway, yeah.

I have been thinking about
what I want.

"Dentist shot in Dallas."

Eamonn, please.

Yeah.

So, uh...
I guess I was wondering,

now that you, uh, you don't work

for the Cumberland County
Sheriff's Department anymore

if you were gonna be hanging
around.

Do you want me to?

I want to know what you want.

I don't know.

I think maybe it's time
to move on.

And I haven't...
had the best luck here.

But can we not talk
about this now?

Because I don't think
I'm supposed to make

any big decisions
while I'm flying on painkillers.

You know.
And besides, what's the hurry?

You know, I can't believe I'm
saying this,

but I'm starting to think

that Nighthorse
was telling the truth.

Well, you did say
that he returned fire.

Hardly makes sense for him to do
that if he was setting you up.

Yep.

And he pursued the shooters
all the way back here.

Sheriff, here.

That's a nice direct
line of sight.

So you're thinking
this really was the mob?

How many men attacked
you on the road?

Eight.

Eight.

I need a favor.

I want Cady's rifle back.

No can do.
It's evidence.

You are not required to hold
a weapon used in self-defense.

So you're a lawyer now
on top of being Hector?

I have done you a lot of favors,
Mathias.

I am now asking you for one.

What are you gonna do with it?

Return it to its rightful owner.

You might want to hang on to it
yourself.

I've heard rumors that there's
a bounty on Hector's head.

Are you aware of this?

Why do you think I have been
laying low?

The bounty is up to $20,000.

For that much money,

I might start thinking about
killing you.

That is not funny.
Sure it is.

So, you have any idea
who wants Hector dead?

No.

But I do know someone who will
want Henry dead pretty soon.

Why?
What'd you do this time?

It does not concern you.
Thank you for this.

And now you owe me
another favor.

There were two dozen casings
in the woods, all in one pile.

Compared to 90 casings
where Eddie Harp was taken,

scattered all over the pavement.

The mob sent eight men
to extract Eddie.

Now, as far as I can tell,
there was just one shooter

sent to Nighthorse's house
to kill either him or me.

This mob boss would never send
one guy for this job.

He's careful.
He likes to minimize his risk.

I know that much about him.

So you don't think
the attack at Nighthorse's house

was a mob hit.

It just doesn't fit their style.

Plus, Nighthorse said he never
had a deal with the mob.

Even though the mob swears
they did.

So which one's lying?

Maybe neither of them is lying.

Excuse me.
Can I help you?

Ah.
I'm looking for Ms. Longmire.

So if you could just take
this home and get the same...

Some douchebag here to see you.

Um, and just take this home
and get it signed for me.

Uh, we can talk more about it
tomorrow, Mr. Howling Bull.

Oh, o-okay.
Okay?

All right. Thank you.
Thank you.

Charming employee.

Yeah, she kind of hired herself.
What do you want?

Just to see you smile.
And to brag a little bit.

The district attorney went for
my Castle Doctrine argument.

He signed off this morning.

There won't be any charges
against you.

You're good to go.

That's it.

Just like that.

I'm that good.

It was smart about the C of O.

And the, uh, cot in the
back room is a nice touch.

Just don't shoot the next guy
in your driveway.

What do you mean, the next guy?

We both know I'll be back.

Oh, come on, Walt.
I just washed my car.

Now you're putting your big old
greasy fingerprints all over it.

Spotted this car in Sheridan
the other night.

Well, is there anything illegal
about Indians being in Sheridan?

Nope. No.

But there's something
awfully coincidental

about you being at
the same motel in Sheridan

where the head of the Irish Mob
is staying.

Well, uh, I was once in the same
restaurant as Susan Lucci.

Does that mean I should be
nominated for a Daytime Emmy?

And then there's a record

of you flying out to
Foxwoods Casino in Connecticut

where this mob boss is rumored
to work.

That was just two days after
Nighthorse went to see him.

So you want to know
what I think?

No.

I think Jacob told you that
he turned down the Irish Mob.

You flew back to make
your own deal.

That would explain
why the mob said they had a deal

with the casino and why
Nighthorse said they didn't.

He knew nothing about it.

Boy, you're... you're making me
sound like a movie villain.

Jetting out to meet the mob,
selling out my own boss.

Well, I'm not that smart.

Oh, I never said you were smart.

But I do think you had your own
side deal with the mob,

and you were pocketing
all the cash.

But now they're pulling out, you
stand to lose a lot of money.

I bet that makes you angry.

You know what makes me angry?

Covering for that lying
half-breed Nighthorse.

You think he doesn't know what
goes on inside his own casino?

Okay.
Here's what actually happened.

He did say no
to his IRA buddies.

But then he ordered me
to go back

and make a deal
with those dirty Irishmen.

He wanted them to deal with me
and keep him out of it.

So when your car was parked
outside that hotel in Sheridan,

you were negotiating with
the mob on Nighthorse's behalf.

Bingo.

Shane told me
they were pulling out.

Said he wasn't making enough
money to justify the trouble

he had with this...
this damn new Hector

and, of course, you.

So that's why you shot at me
outside Nighthorse's house.

'Cause I cost you
a lot of money.

Listen.
I could care less about that.

I make good money
as the head of security.

A lot more than I made
when I was a cop.

But you know who does care?
Jacob.

He went through the roof

when I told him the mob
was pulling out.

Sounds to me like you're
throwing him under the bus

to cover for yourself, Malachi.

Let me ask you this, bonehead.

When you were being "shot at,"

did any of those bullets hit
Jacob's precious house?

I'm guessing not.

Come on, Walt.
When are you gonna learn?

Jacob Nighthorse is the master
of the long con.

He's throwing us all
under the bus.

Why should I believe
any of this?

You want proof that he's
a criminal and a murderer?

Huh?
I can give you that proof.

I know where all the bodies
are buried.

You meet me tonight, and I'll
give you everything you need

to bring Nighthorse
to his knees.

Hello?

Henry.

I heard you had a very busy day
today.

Yeah.

The place was flooded
with people.

And I've never felt so alone.

Everyone thinks
that I can help them, Henry,

but I don't know that I can.

The last person
that I tried to help,

I ended up... I ended up...

I ended up killing her husband.

I murdered someone, Henry.

You did not take a life, Cady.

You saved one.

Some in my tribe would say
it is sacrilege

to give an eagle feather
to a white person.

War feathers are only supposed
to be passed down in families.

But you are my family, Cady.

And when you defended Asha,

you showed yourself to be
a true Cheyenne warrior.

Thank you.

Thank you, Henry.

Hey.

Jacob.

Sorry I couldn't get here
sooner.

Just wanted to make sure
that you're okay.

I'm glad my...
gift proved useful.

Sorry I had to use it.

Yeah.

Sometimes force is the only
thing people will listen to.

It can be very difficult

to deal with the worst
of what happens out here.

But I knew you had the strength
to handle it.

Henry, may I see you outside
for a moment?

I'm proud of you, Cady.

So...

Turns out J.P. Wright

is not the only asshole
going down this week.

What do you mean?

You held up your end
of the bargain, Henry.

It's time I held up mine.

You're gonna need this.

You would think that a person
that was worried about a mob hit

would notice
that they were being followed.

Why are you following me, Vic?

A better question is,

what the hell are you doing
out on the res?

Meeting Malachi.

Here?

Why?

'Cause he's either gonna
give me evidence that proves

Nighthorse is behind the
criminal activity at the casino

or he's gonna try and kill me.

A murder attempt is all I need
to arrest him.

That's great.

Except you'll be dead.

Kevlar?

You've changed.

Yep.

I started to realize that doing
everything the same way

hasn't been working out
too well, so...

You ever think about
giving it all up?

Living a safe, simple life...

...where you don't need
Kevlar?

Well, I certainly wouldn't blame
you if that's what you wanted.

Maybe someday.

All right.
I'm going.

Hold on.

I'm going with you.

Vic.
What?

I've changed, too.

I'm done letting you do
stupid shit on your own.

Let's go.

Funny meeting you guys here.

Yeah.

Bet you thought we were a final
goodbye from Shane Muldoon.

Well...

That's what this is?
A final goodbye?

It is.

It was always gonna end
like this, Malachi.

I knew when I opened the casino

that it was gonna attract
the criminal element.

You were always just meant to be
a flu shot,

that little bit of virus
that you inject into the body

so the body can learn
to fight off the infection.

And now the body's gotten
stronger,

and it's time to get rid of
the sickness once and for all.

Hank, you do know that this
is all for show, right?

It's pure theater.

He's saying this stuff
just for your benefit.

No.
It's all true.

You ordered that hit on me
'cause you knew...

...I'd figured out
your scam...

and I was gonna put a stop
to all of it.

The loan sharking, the muggings,
the prostitution, the heroin.

You put that IRA flag in my yard
to make it look like the mob,

but I know it was you.

See, Hank? You're supposed to
listen to that crap

and go running it over to your
friend there Walter Lawnmower.

Jacob doesn't realize
that he's too late.

I talked to Walter already,

and he knows that Jacob
was behind this mob deal.

And he knows that you, uh,

faked that hit on yourself
to protect your crimes.

And we all know

if Walter Longmire
wants something to be true,

he makes it true.

You're an astounding creature,
Malachi.

I never met anyone anywhere

who could lie
with your shamelessness.

But at the end of the day,
it's still lying.

And finally I have proof.

I found the second ledger
from the Red Pony.

Uh, what second ledger?

This one.

I've never seen that in my life.

It was in your office
at the Red Pony.

Oh. If that's true,
then somebody planted it there.

No, that's the pure theater.

Because all three of us know
that ledger proves

that you have laundered
tens of thousands of dollars

through the Red Pony.

So here's the situation.

Malachi, you will never again
set foot on this reservation.

'Cause if you do,
I'll hand that book to the feds,

and you'll spend the rest
of your life in prison.

If I'm going down for this,

I'm gonna take you right down
with me.

Nobody's gonna believe
that all this happened

without your blessing,

you smug,
arrogant son of a white whore.

Back when this was
all Cheyenne land,

banishment was the punishment
for betraying your tribe.

Now, you are the worst kind
of traitor.

Stealing from your own people.

Getting your own people hooked
on heroin.

You have no honor.

By this mark on your face,
people will know that.

You can never come back
to our homeland.

Your homeland.

That's a... That's a real joke.

I'm more Indian
than the two of you combined.

I lived on this land
before either of you was born.

Well, it is not your home
anymore.

Before you go,
you need to do one more thing.

This is the deed
to the Red Pony.

Sign your name,
and it transfers back to me.

Now I know why you're here.

You're just like
the rest of them.

Petty and greedy.

Willing to stand by
and watch him humiliate me

just to get your bar back.

That is not why I am here.

I am here
because of a boy named Mingan.

You know nothing about him,
and I am sure you do not care.

But your heroin killed
his father.

And the violence and the fear

and the helplessness
you spread through the tribe

killed Mingan.

That is why I am here...

...and why you will never
come back.

You thought it was bad
when I owned you, Hank?

But who owns you now?

Who owns you now, Hank?!

Who owns you now, Hank?!

Who owns you now?!