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I shouldn't be here.

I just went along with it

'cause, uh, I didn't want
to cause any more of a scene.

You're right.

No, Mathias had no right
to arrest you off the Res.

That's the good news.

The bad news is, uh...

well, I guess...
everything else.

Right.

So, I'm free to go?

Uh, yes and no.

I mean, yes, you can go,
but Mr. Standing Bear

can still press assault charges
against you in the county.

So I think it might
be worth our while

to try and get this resolved
right here and right now.

Okay.

Just couldn't let
a news cycle go by

without trying to
dominate it, could you?

What the hell happened?

He accused me of being Hector.

- How does he know?
- Honestly...

I do not know how I have managed
to keep it hidden for this long.

Does he have proof?

He knows he shot me,
but he was trying

to get my shirt off
to see the scar,

so obviously, he does not have
concrete evidence.

Yeah, but he knows
where to find it.

What do you mean?

He was with me
when I collected samples

of your blood
out where you were shot.

Could he get a warrant

and make you turn
it over to him?

This is bad.

A massive public bar brawl.

- Were you drinking?
- A little.

Do you have a history
with this other guy?

Henry?
He's my best friend.

Oh, of course he is.

But he's been lying to me.

Turns out he's been secretly
running around as Hector.

I'm the one who should
be pressing charges here.

Wait. Hector is that violent
reservation vigilante?

Yeah.

Okay, you cannot
let that get out.

- Why not?
- You're already accused

of having a torrid relationship
with your pretty deputy

who breaks the law for you.

Now your best friend
is a vigilante.

Let's try and imagine

how Tucker Baggett
might spin that.

What am I supposed to do?
Nothing?

I think you and I just had
a breakthrough.

Can you get rid of the evidence?

Not without breaking
another law.

So, what do we do?

Walt threw the
first punch, right?

He doesn't need any more
legal trouble right now.

Maybe if you threaten to press
charges, he'll back down.

He does not seem to be
in a backing-down sort of mood.

Do you think
he'll send you back to prison?

I don't know.

I don't know
if he's gonna press charges.

I don't know much about
what he's thinking these days.

Well, I guess
I'd better go find out.

And whatever deal I can make
to get you out of this,

if I can get you out of this,

you will promise to abide by it.

Okay?

Okay?

You know,
you can't hold my client.

You know your sheriff
can't assault people

without consequences.

Does this mean
Henry's gonna press charges?

Not if the sheriff
is willing to drop

this whole Hector business.

I think we can live with that.

Okay, then.

So, that's it?

I guess that's it.

Okay, if you've been
interviewing my client

the whole time that
you've kept me waiting in here,

I won't just have
his statement thrown out.

I will bring suit
against your department.

Relax. Darius Burns
isn't talking to anybody.

Sorry to make you wait.

It wasn't intentional.

Come on, I'm not stupid.

I was pulled away
by a pretty unusual situation.

Which was what?

Ask your dad.

What exactly are the charges

that are being brought
against my client?

We suspect him of being involved

with the disappearance
of Malachi Strand.

You suspect him
of being involved.

That's nowhere near sufficient
for you to hold him.

Cady, I know
all of the arguments

about every individual being
entitled to a good defense,

but trust me on this...

You do not want
to take Darius on as a client.

He's a bad guy.

You really don't know
all the arguments

about everybody being entitled
to a good defense.

So release him, okay?
Now.

You came to me a while back
wanting to help our community.

- Yeah, I remember.
- Do you?

'Cause helping Darius Burns...
That's not gonna help anybody.

And here I was worried
I was gonna wake you up.

Donna, what are you doing here?

What happened to your face?

I lost my temper.

That's all you're gonna say?

I'll tell you the rest
some other time.

Better question is, uh,

what are you doing here
so early?

Well, I-I tried to reach you,

and when I couldn't,
I just came out

'cause I, uh... I need to talk
to you about this.

Tucker Baggett.

- What did he send you?
- He sent me a subpoena.

He wants to depose me
in your civil suit,

and I have no idea why.

Tucker, um, probably found out
about something

that, um, Vic and I did
while you were missing.

W-W-Well, what exactly?

We took some
of your patient files

without, you know, permission.

Oh. Well, I can see
why that would be a problem.

If we hadn't have done it,
we might not have found you.

No, I know. I know.
I just, um...

I kind of wish
you hadn't told me

because now I either
have to lie under oath

- or just...
- You don't have to lie for me.

Well, thank you.
I...

Look, you know what?
I-I can just drag my feet

and try to put
the deposition off.

- No.
- It's...

No, I'd rather know how bad
things are sooner than later.

Was your life this chaotic
before we started dating?

Sheriff, s deputies
in Sublette County

exchanged gunfire
with a bank robber yesterday

who matches the description
of a multi-state bank robber,

Cowboy Bill.

And in Durant, reporters

following
the Chance Gilbert trial

were shocked to find a verdict
handed down this morning

after the jury deliberated
for only two hours yesterday.

The verdict...
guilty on all charges.

I'm Chip Kendail.
We 'll be back after this.

Morning, Walter.

The mayor called for you
yesterday,

as did Donna... a couple times.

I already talked to Donna
this morning.

Hey, Sheriff.
Did you hear the good news?

No.
I don't think I did.

So, what's the good news, Ferg?

Chance Gilbert was found guilty.

The jury only deliberated
for two hours.

I don't understand.
The trial's over?

I never even testified.

Yeah, I mean,
I guess A.D.A. Holder

just decided that she didn't
need your testimony.

You mean she didn't want it.

Who cares? Right?

I mean, Chance is going away
for 20 to life,

which is certainly good
for your lawsuit.

I mean, think about it.

I mean, the accusations
that he made against you, Walt...

Now they're just officially
the ravings of a psycho.

Which means we can start
focusing on finding Malachi

and tracking down
the new Hector.

I started pulling files
on reported sightings.

There's no need for that.

- Oh. Did you already do it?
- No.

I had a little time
to think. Um...

I feel I may have, uh,
jumped the gun

with this whole Hector theory.

Seriously? Because yesterday
you thought

that Hector was our best suspect
in Malachi's disappearance.

I know.
But today I'm rethinking that.

Truth is nobody's even
reported Malachi missing.

Um, I think I maybe just needed

a distraction
from Barlow's lawsuit.

Okay, well,
Malachi or no Malachi,

these Hector attacks
are connected.

Why don't we just look
into that?

'Cause I said not to.

Walt, you got a call
from the Tri-County Jail.

- Who is it?
- It's Chance Gilbert.

He wants to talk to you
in person.

Hey.
Thanks, Frank.

I like this new security guard
better than the last one.

Yeah, I don't think Eamonn
will be back.

My, uh, period of détente
with the sheriff's office

was breathtakingly brief.

What can I do for you, man?

Level with me.

Well, now, that's all
I've ever done.

After we left Malachi
out at that cliff,

did you go back and kill him?

You've been talking
to your friend, the sheriff.

I am not certain
he is still my friend,

but you have not answered
my question.

The answer is no.
I did not kill Malachi.

And I didn't send anyone else
to do it, either.

And while I'm used
to Walt Longmire

imagining that I'm at the heart

of all sorts
of elaborate conspiracies,

I'm kind of
surprised at you, Henry,

especially after I helped you
get your bar back.

And I am grateful for that.

But some of the details of this
situation do not make sense.

Like "Hector lives"

being spelled out in stones
out where we banished Malachi.

- Yes.
- Has it occurred to you

that Malachi might have
done that himself

to make it look like Hector
did something bad to him?

Why would Malachi
fake his own disappearance

- and try to pin it on Hector?
- To make people believe

that he is gone
and no longer a threat.

Which makes him
more of a threat than ever.

You might want to invest
in a couple of these guys.

Permission to remove
these shackles, Sheriff.

We really don't recommend
removing these chains, Sheriff.

It's fine.

We'll be right outside.

Thanks.

Thank you for coming, Sheriff.

Tell me why I'm here, Chance.

Well, you heard the verdict?

I did.

It sounded fair to me.

20 years to life?

That's what the
statute calls for.

But for me, 20 years is life.

That's all I might have left.

Well, you should have made
better choices.

That's why you're here.

I want you to do
something for me.

Why would I do anything for you?

Because you were born
in the wrong time, just like me.

Yeah,

we should have lived
like two centuries ago, right?

When freedom and liberty

weren't platitudes trotted out
by some corrupt politicians.

I'm not like you, Chance.

Of course you are.

We fought a duel,
like men of honor.

Yes, you were Hamilton.
I was Jefferson.

Jefferson never fought a duel.

That was Aaron Burr.

But the point remains.

You and I, we understand

that "live free or die"
is not a bumper sticker.

It's a choice that we
got to make every day.

You pretend
you don't understand me,

but that home of yours,
that remote cabin...

You wouldn't live there

if you didn't miss the way
this country used to be.

What exactly do you want me
to do for you?

I want you to get me
transferred.

To where?

Death row.

Well, I don't have
that authority.

Come on, Sheriff.

I need you to do this for me.

To be confined,
deprived of my freedom...

unable to feel the soil
between my fingers,

under my nails

Or to smell a
rainstorm approaching...

that's not living.

That's the very definition
of cruel, unusual punishment.

I can't, Sheriff.

I can't live like this.

So if you can't live free,
you choose to die.

Well, that seems a little
extreme, even for you.

Desperate men
do desperate things.

I understand, Chance.

The idea of living
my life behind bars

even one year of my life...

I don't think I could face that.

That would be pure hell.

And given what you did to Vic...

...it's exactly
what you deserve.

- Guard.
- No, Sheriff.

Ready.

Don't, Sheriff.
Sheriff, don't.

Sheriff, I need your help!

Sheriff! Please!

Sheriff, don't walk
out of here! Please!

I'll see you in 20 years.

Bastard!

Oh. Hey, Walt.

You just getting back
from Tri-County?

Yeah.

So, what did Chance want?

Mercy.

He wanted me to help get him
moved to death row.

What, he wants the death
penalty?

Captivity for him
is like torture.

He'd... He'd rather die.

Are you gonna help him?

No.

The judge has already
handed down his sentence.

It's done. It's not for me
to interfere with the law.

That kind of behavior's been
getting me into trouble.

Yeah, right.

Walt? The mayor is
here to see you.

Sawyer?

What's he want?

To see you.

You know, I tried playing
football when I was a freshman.

- Fancied myself a linebacker.
- How'd that work out?

Well, I got my bell rung
just about every play for a year

before I realized
debate was more my speed.

After every game, my dad

would buy me
one of these milkshakes

just to make me feel better
about getting my butt kicked.

So, what are you trying
to make me feel better about?

Well, can't get anything
past you.

That's my job.

Right.

- So, you know I'm up for re-election soon.
- I do.

And you know better than anybody

what a pain in the ass
that can be,

especially these days.

It's a bad time
to be an incumbent.

How you doing, Bruce?
Good to see you.

Sawyer, why did you buy me
a milkshake?

This morning, I directed
the county commissioners

to submit a request
to the governor

to have you temporarily
removed from office.

Sawyer, what the hell
are you talking about?

It's only temporary.
All right?

Just while this wrongful death
lawsuit plays itself out.

But between that and all the
stuff in the papers recently,

you've become
the most visible way

for me to lay out my
anti-corruption platform.

Anti-corruption?

Sawyer, you know me
better than that.

I've been doing this job
for years.

Nobody's ever accused me
of anything

except being a bad
public speaker.

Walt, this isn't personal.

I think the world of you.
You know that.

But we're public figures,
and your public reputation,

well, it's...
it's not what it used to be.

Look, I've had a bad
couple of weeks,

but once I get a chance
to make my case...

If you get cleared, nobody's
gonna be happier than me.

But I got to play the odds
right now.

And when that FBI evidence comes
out, you're gonna be toxic.

What FBI evidence?

Did Tucker Baggett tell you
something about my case?

Look, I've already said
more than I should.

You tell me what the hell
Baggett told you, Sawyer!

Don't you snap at me, Walt.

Now, I could have blindsided you
with this, but I didn't.

I'm slow-walking this process

through the
county commissioners.

And I could have gone
to the governor himself.

I'm doing that out of
the respect I have for you.

The least you could do is
show me some respect in return.

What's all this?

This is where I meditate.

To what do I owe the honor?

Well, um, I wanted to tell you
that I reached out to the people

that you recommended
for the jobs

and that they're all gonna start
in the next week or two.

Great.
That's great.

- Thank you for doing that.
- Mm-hmm.

I also wanted to ask
your blessing

to add one more name
to the list.

You found somebody
with legal experience?

No, no, but...
she shows real initiative.

Okay.

I'll add one more employee
to the budget.

Thank you.

Was there something else?

No.

Well, actually, uh...

Actually, it's... it's my dad.

What about him?

I'm worried about him...

and you.

Well, you know.

Your dad and I have always been

on opposite sides
of pretty much everything.

Yeah, I know.

I love my dad.

But I don't always
agree with him.

And I-I don't want you to think

that I-I share
his feelings about you.

Well, I don't.

You say that now.

But he's acting...
differently.

He's really fixated on you
in an unhealthy way.

And maybe I'm overreacting,
but I-I...

I'm worried that things
between the two of you

are only going to get worse.

I appreciate the warning.

But as you can see, I've, uh...

I've taken steps
to make sure I'm safe.

These guards are here
to protect you from my dad?

Cady.

Nobody knows what threats
the world holds for them.

You can't know.

All you can do
is surround yourself

with people you trust
to look after you.

And the fact that you're here

tells me that you're one
of those people.

Thanks.

When they told me
I had a visitor,

I never thought
it would be Victoria Moretti.

Permission to remove
my shackles?

No.

Oh, so you came here
just to spit on me, right?

I'm sure it makes you happy
to see me humiliated,

chained up like an animal.

Yeah, it does.

That's not why I'm here, though.

No?
So do tell.

Walt told me what you asked him.

He also said he told you no.

I'm a little bit more
supportive of the idea.

Then you and I need privacy.

Can you give us a minute?

All right, let me guess.

The sheriff won't risk
helping me out himself,

but he's willing to send
his little plaything

to do it for him.

Walt doesn't know I'm here.

Nor would he approve.

I don't understand.
You... You want to help me?

I don't want to help you.
I want you to die.

I want to wipe you
off the face of this earth

so I never have to think
about you again.

Tomato, to-mah-to.

How do I get you moved
to death row?

Well, you can add murder
to my record.

How?

The federal census worker
you found in my freezer...

I killed him.

Yeah.

I can tell you exactly
where to find the gun.

It'll have my
DNA on it, for sure.

Then why don't you just confess?

Well, I've tried.
Nobody believes me.

They think I'm just trying to
get myself over to death row.

You are.

Hence my problem.

So, get your crazy wife
to do it.

She's not my wife,
but she was my brother's wife.

And neither she or any other
member of my extended family

is willing to do anything
to shorten my life.

They'll hold onto this misguided
hope that I'll be set free.

You see, it can't be anybody
who loves me.

It's got to be someone
who hates me.

Well, you found her.

Hey, Ferg.

Um, could I borrow your car?

The Charger? Sure.

Uh, no.
The Trans Am.

Okay.

Thanks.

Ferg.

I need you to find
someone for me.

Sure. Who?

Monte.

What for?

Good talk!

Here you go.

I think it's got like
a quarter tank of gas in it.

Great. I'll have it
back to you tonight.

Walt?

Are you okay?

No.

What happened?

They're coming after my job.

Who's "they"?

The mayor,
the county commissioners.

They're petitioning the governor

to have me
temporarily suspended.

And then, uh,
if I lose my case...

- You won't.
- Well, if I lose my case,

the suspension, uh,
becomes permanent.

I'll be out.

And it's my own fault.

I thought it was enough

just to try to...
do the right thing.

Walt, you told me before

that the truth has got to count
for something.

And as bad as things looked
a couple days ago,

Chance Gilbert was found guilty.

People can still tell
the difference

between a good person
and a bad person.

So no matter how much bullshit
they spin about you in court,

people look at you, and they can
just tell, all right?

They can tell
that you're a good person.

I want you to step away
from all this, Vic.

It's gotten political.

There's no need for you
to be tarred

with the same brush as me.

So, what, you...

You just want me
to let you crash and burn

- and save myself?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Even if you were guilty...

...I couldn't do that.

Hey, Cady.

Mandy.
H-How did you get in?

- Keys.
- How did you...

I had some made
at the hardware store.

You needed spares.

- Mandy.
- I know.

I should have told you
I was doing that.

Yeah, you absolutely
should have.

And what's more
is that you keep showing up here

every day without being asked,

and it's just... It's not okay.

Sorry.
I-I thought I was helping.

No, you are.

What's not okay
is that I'm not paying you.

Mandy, I-I want to hire you
full time, with benefits.

Why?

Because you...
you might be a little raw,

but you're dedicated,
and you've shown initiative.

And you're obviously gonna show
up here every day anyway,

so why not just
make it official?

How much?

I'm not gonna work
for minimum wage.

I wouldn't let anyone.

Let's start with 25 a year
and see how it goes.

$25,000?

Yeah.

I got to... I got to put
these away.

Okay. Eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Hey!
That is not yours!

I've been following you,

so I know your
boyfriend, the sheriff,

isn't here to help you
this time.

Shit.

So, what did Tucker Baggett
ask you?

Well, he did not ask me
any questions

about the illegal theft
of patient files.

- Thanks.
- Okay.

That's good.

He was, however, quite
interested in other subjects.

Such as?

Such as how long

after you had cleared me
as a suspected drug dealer

did you and I start dating?

Yeah. The predatory sheriff

let you off in
exchange for sexual favors.

More or less, yeah.

He also asked me
if you and I were dating

at the same time
that your deputy

was seen kissing you
in the hospital.

Walt, it's okay.
Really.

I mean, I always knew
that she had a thing for you,

but I'm just... I'm really sorry

that I couldn't be more helpful,

because I feel like

I fell into every one
of his traps.

I'm sorry.

You know, um, it doesn't
matter what you said.

The deeper I get
into this thing,

the less the truth
seems to matter.

Well, truth is
subjective, isn't it?

No.
No, it's not.

You don't think it shifts
depending on your perspective

or your memory
or others' memories?

People can play games
with it if they want,

but the truth is the truth.

You know what?
That's a great idea.

We should play a game.

We should play Truth or Dare.

Oh, come on. We already tried
making out in your car.

This is just a natural
progression from that.

Tell you what.
You go first.

Truth or dare?

Fine. Truth.

Who's the better kisser...
Vic or me?

Oh, my God.

You could...
You had to take a drink?

You couldn't answer
the question?

- No, I was just thirsty.
- Oh, uh-huh.

And now you're trying to cover
it up with a terrible lie.

You're terrible at lying.

- I'm not lying. I just...
- Mm-hmm.

- That was a drink to have a drink.
- Okay, great. It's my turn. My turn.

I choose truth.

Okay.

Who's the better kisser...
me or your ex-husband?

- Yeah, okay.
- Yeah. Go ahead and take a drink.

You were right.

This is a really fun game.

I'm sorry.

I guess it's just sort of an...

an awkward way to force
a conversation that...

I don't know.

Well, there's no need
to force it.

You got something to say,
just go on ahead.

All right.

What are we doing here, Walt?

Well, we're, uh, examining

the slippery subjectivity
of truth.

I meant this.
You and me.

You know, we're not really
a thing, are we, but...

Well, it's definitely a thing.
It's just...

Maybe it's not the kind of thing
we want it to be.

I know I really like you.

I know.

But I do think it's time
to shit or get off the pot.

Yeah.

I'd go with "fish or cut bait."

Yeah, well, neither is exactly
dripping with romance, is it?

Well, I was, um... I was talking
to a guy earlier today,

and he said, uh,

that both he and I
were born in the wrong time.

I think, um...

...you and I might have just met
each other at the wrong time.

Vic?

Hey, uh, Vic?

Travis, what are you doing here?

Uh, moving in.

Oh, my God. You look terrible.
Are... Are you okay?

Well, physically.

I mean, obviously,
you're still hot, but...

- Hey, you can't move in next door.
- Don't worry. I'm not.

I rented the place,
uh, three slips down.

I know you need your privacy,

and you won't see me
unless you need help.

Okay.

I can't deal with this
right now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stop, stop, stop.

- What the hell happened?
- Nothing. I got in a little scrape.

You're holding your stomach.
Did you get hit?

Sort of.

- All right, show me.
- Travis, stop.

- You stop.
- Stop.

Look!
You got a bruise here!

- Okay.
- Did someone punch you in the stomach?

No.

Okay?

I got kicked.

Oh, God.
Um, all right.

Uh, we got to get you
to the hospital right now.

- I'm driving.
- Okay, all right. I am fine, all right?

It's just a little red.

What if you're having
a miscarriage?

I think I would know.

How?

I-I don't know, all right?

But this... this is all sorts

of crazy amounts
of inappropriate, okay?

You can't...
You can't move in next door.

And I don't need you
taking me to the hospital.

I just need to get some sleep.

Fine.

You go to sleep, but I'm taking
you to the hospital

first thing in the morning.

Good night.

Any sign of Malachi?

No.

But I think our Malachi problem

is not quite the Malachi problem
we have been imagining.

Meaning?

I believe he's alive.

Well, if that's true,

we don't have
a Malachi problem at all.

But we do.
I think Malachi is the one

who wrote "Hector lives"
in rocks.

He's the one who's trying
to frame Hector.

Who Walt now suspects is you.

Yes.

And Walt knows
the combination to my safe.

And if he searched my place,
he would find this.

I know that we
have a deal, Mathias,

but Hector needs to lay low
for a while.

And we need to return that
to the wall.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Probably.

Hector has a bounty on his head.

Last time I went to find Hector,

I went looking for him
out at that wall.

What makes you think
some greedy bounty hunter

isn't lurking out there
right now?

Well, like I said,
I cannot keep it any longer.

I think you've lived up
to the terms of our deal.

It's time to move on.

Hector's dead.

- Are you sure?
- For now.

Hector's come back
from the dead before.

Who's to say
he won't come back again?

Get some sleep, Standing Bear.

You look like shit.

Ferg, have you heard from Vic?

No.

Did you ever find Monte?

Yeah. I got his
address right here.

All right, well, uh...

I have a little project
that I could use a hand with.

- Okay.
- Well, before you say yes,

you should know that it's not,
strictly speaking, uh, legal.

Hey.

Did you, uh, give
the D.A.'s office the gun?

Yeah. So assuming the DNA
and the fingerprints match,

the prosecutor thinks
it should be easy

to get Chance
convicted of murder.

- Cool. Oh, hey.
- Travis, I'm not an invalid.

You're welcome.

Now off to Urgent Care.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Travis, no.

I feel totally fine.
Just take me back to work.

There's nothing weak
about taking care of yourself,

especially when you're,
you know, with child.

Ew. Just say, like, "preggers"
or "knocked up" or something.

Call it whatever you want.

We're going
to the baby doctor now.

Sir, I need to see your license
and registration, please.

Ferguson, what's up?

You messing with me?

You just rolled through
that stop sign.

License and registration... now.

My house is right here.

You know, most accidents
occur a mile from home.

I get it.
A little payback

for coming down
on the sheriff, right?

Just doing my job...
Montgomery.

Step out of the car, please.

Man, you'd think by now
you all would realize

that there's consequences
for abusing your power.

Do you seriously think
that I won't file a complaint?

I'll tell you what.

You hold back on that complaint,

I'll let you off
with just a warning.

You'd rather have
the moving violation?

I mean, I'm good either way.

This is gonna feel
a little cold.

I keep, uh, telling her
she can't get in fights anymore

now that she's pregnant,
but she won't listen.

That is not true.
You told me after the fact.

And it's not like I went out
looking for a fight, Travis.

- Tell her I'm right, doc.
- It's never good to fight.

- See? Told you.
- All right, okay. You need to leave.

- What?
- Because you're annoying

the shit out of me, and aren't I

supposed to be avoiding
unnecessary stress

now that I'm pregnant?

Do the two of you need
a minute to yourselves?

- No. Not really.
- No. No, we're fine.

Um, I'll... I'll be quiet.
I promise.

Uh, just, you know,
do your thing.

What?

Oh, my God.
What... What is that?

- Is that bad?
- No.

It's a heartbeat.

Dude.

My aunt is so psyched
that you gave me this job

that she wants to adopt you.

- You know what time it is?
- No.

It's 11:00.

You're supposed to
be here at 9:00.

Cool.
So, you in?

- Am I in for what?
- I told you.

My aunt wants to adopt you,
like, into the tribe.

We're putting together a sweat.
You know... like a ceremony.

And we're getting a friend
who's a medicine man.

The whole deal.

A sweat?

That's...

I'm really touched.

I'm a little surprised, though.

You have been doing a lot
for this tribe.

No, I'm... I'm surprised by you.

I-I didn't realize
that you were so spiritually...

No. But sometimes the experience
is better than peyote.

Okay, this is kind of scary.

It's two signs
of the apocalypse.

You're here, and you're
using a computer.

If you pull out a cellphone,

I think we're gonna get hit
by a meteor.

What's up, Dave?

We need to talk.

Strategy.

Okay.

I'm worried about
our character witnesses.

I feel like...
we don't have any.

You don't want to put Vic
on the stand?

Even though Chance Gilbert
was convicted,

I worry there will still be

a residual stench
of sex scandal with her.

I see.

But we haven't talked about
people outside your department.

You... You've been doing this
a while.

How's your relationship with the mayor?

It's been better.

Well, then I think
we're just gonna have to go

with focusing
on a truth defense.

You're kidding me.

The truth is plan "B"?

Sadly.

But you have an honest face,
so who knows?

We will work hard to win,
but we have to plan to lose.

So, plan "B" is truth.

Plan "C" is, we lose?

We might.

And there's a lot at stake,

so I want to talk
about protecting your assets.

How do I do that?

Basically hide your money.

Give it to other people,
like your daughter.

This is an accountant I trust.

Just sit down with him.

He'll help you out.

And that way,
I'll maintain total deniability

in the penalty phase,

you know, should there be one.

Seriously, Walt, call him.

Walter.

This came for you.
No return address.

Thanks, Ruby.

- Mr. Mayor.
- Hey! Jacob!

- You wanted to see me.
- Come on in.

- Can I get you something? A water?
- No, I'm good.

Excellent.
Sit down.

You know, in all my years,

I've never been invited
to the mayor's office.

The sheriff's office
a few times,

but never the mayor.

Well, times have changed.

- Have they?
- They're about to.

- You know I'm up for re-election soon.
- Mm.

And you're not going
to be unopposed this time,

I understand.

That's why I need your support
now more than ever.

- Me?
- Jacob, your casino might not be in my town,

but it is not lost on me
the importance

it has on the economy
of this county.

So, what are you offering me?

You get right to the point.

When dealing with the big chiefs
of the white men,

I've learned it's best

to cut through
the bullshit early,

or you're likely to drown in it.

- Touché.
- Seriously, Sawyer,

why should I throw
my money, my publicity machine,

and my sizeable off-Res
native constituency your way?

Because I'm going to solve
your biggest problem for you.

Ooh.
That's intriguing.

And what, in your mind,
is my biggest problem?

Sheriff Walt Longmire.

He's been standing in the way
of everything

we've been trying to do in this
county for years.

His squeaky-clean,
aw-shucks image

has made him
impossible to go after.

But that was before
the civil suit.

I can take him down now.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Are you okay?

No. I just went to the restroom,
and now my coat's gone.

Are you sure? Maybe you were
sitting somewhere else.

No.
My coat was right here,

and the car keys were
in the pocket.

I have to get home.

My baby had an accident.
The sitter just called.

I have to get home.

- What is your name?
- Anne.

Anne, everything is going
to be okay.

But I just tried calling her
back, and she won't answer.

I don't know
if her phone died or what.

Anne...

I will drive you home.

Just tell me the way.

Oh, my God.

Thank you so much.

That's it,
but why aren't the lights on?

Something's wrong.
I knew it.

Do you want me to come inside
with you?

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah, thanks.

Oh, my God. Do you think
that they went to the hospital?

Nope. False alarm.

Everything's cool.

Hello, Hank.

I see you met my granddaughter.

I'm gonna go watch TV.

I'll be in the back
if you need me, Grandpa.

Cady, your work brings a balance
and an order to this community.

You have spilled blood
to protect a Cheyenne.

Acts and actions speak louder
than your blood origin.

Blood doesn't make family.

Tribe makes family.

From now on, you don't call
each other "friend."

You call each other
"sister."

What belongs to one
belongs to the other.

Well, hey, there, Walt.

You want to tell me what you
and me are doing out here

without your counsel present?

It's highly unorthodox.

Well, him not being here
is kind of the point.

I wanted to talk to you
man to man

about what happened here.

You mean your version.

I'm the only one
knows the real version.

You might be surprised
about what I know.

Right, that's because
you're withholding evidence.

You haven't shared
everything you have with us,

which is, of course,
totally illegal.

Now, I hardly think
you're the one

to be lecturing me on the law.

- And yet it seems like I have to.
- Mm.

If you try and use
that FBI evidence

that you have
without disclosing it,

Dave Milgrom
will have it thrown out.

It doesn't matter, anyway,

'cause you're misinterpreting
what you have.

Am I?

You have testimony

that the FBI suppressed
phone records,

specifically a phone call
from my house to Barlow's house

two hours before I shot him.

How did you come by
that information?

Police work.

But I'm trying to save you
the time and expense

of taking that
all the way to trial.

It's not the smoking gun
you think it is.

I didn't call Barlow
and invite him out here.

He rode out here on his own.

He called his own house,

and he knowingly pulled
an unloaded gun on me.

He was trying to frame me
for murder.

Really, it was just
suicide by cop.

The phone call
was five seconds, Tucker.

That's hardly enough time

for him and I
to make arrangements.

So, you think this whole thing
was a setup?

Just Barlow trying to take
one last swipe at you

from beyond the grave?

Yep.

Damn, Walt.

I believe you.

Barlow Connally
was a son of a bitch.

But... that son of a bitch
happened to be my best friend.

And do you know what he did
the day before he died?

He had some papers drawn up
making me, Tucker Baggett,

C.E.O.
of Connally Enterprises

should anything
ever happen to him.

That is a true friend.

And now you're standing

right in the way
of our big plan.

What plan?

A world-class golf resort
and residential community

in the most pristine place
on God's green earth...

right here!

Here?

That's never gonna happen.

You get this land
over my dead body.

Nah.

I'll get it over cocktails
with a Realtor.

You see, Walt,
I know how much money you have.

And if the judge gives me
half of what I'm asking,

you're gonna have to sell
this whole property

just to cover the judgment.

Just think about it, Walt.

36 holes of championship golf.

200 single-family parcels,

each with over an acre
of their own land.

And a blue ribbon trout stream

running right through
the middle of it.

Why, hell, Walt,

it's the stuff
dreams are made of.

Barlow, it's Walt.

I need to talk with you.
My place.

Four seconds.

Good luck with the truth.

Wakey, wakey, Hank.

Hey, do me a favor
and give these straps a tug.

I'd like to make sure
they're good and tight.

Where are we?

This here's
the Crow reservation.

Got any friends here?

No, I don't suppose you do.

Go to hell.

Oh, I'm not going anywhere.

You don't get
to send me away, Hank.

You recognize these stakes?

They're Nighthorse's.

Part of a... a ritual of his

where he summons up
the Dog Soldiers.

You know, the old warriors

used to stake themselves
to the earth

and stand their ground
to the death.

Well, Nighthorse...
He's not really a Dog Soldier.

He's basically
a white man playacting...

just like you.

So I'm gonna give you a chance
to experience the real thing...

to stand your ground till death.

Oh, a couple hours
of this sun beating down on you,

and you're gonna wish
you had this spit back.

Dad?

Dad?