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...proceed with caution.

I repeat, all patrol vehicles look out for poachers on the northwest...

Good afternoon everyone.

The Federal Justice Department would like to announce that we are entering a new

era in police partnership with the city and the four surrounding Indian reserves.

The Tribal Police Force which operates for the Plains Cree, the Arapaho,

the Blackfoot and the Dakota Nations will be overseen and directed by Justice.

Chief, can you tell us what propagated this aggressive third party takeover of Tribal?

Tribal Police Force has always been under the jurisdiction of the Federal Government.

However, this is an effort to move forward with

intentional integration, inclusion and collaboration.

We are making an attempt to break down all systemic barriers and disconnects which

existed by dividing those cases involving cultural designation and regional boundaries.

This is Officer Whitburn. Proceeding to suspected

poachers on Quads off School's O'Hare Road, head west.

Does this have anything to do with the suspension of Tribal Police Chief Crowchild?

Well, that is an ongoing internal investigation

so I'm unable to comment at this time.

Shit. I forgot flowers.

I'm sure he won't hold it against you.

No, he's not even in that ground anyhow.

And I don't understand why you insist on coming out here.

It's morbid.

I miss you.

Thanks for coming, Mom. It means a lot to me.

No problem.

Yeah.

Yep.

Now?

Okay.

I gotta go downtown.

Why? I know.

The Chief of the Justice Department wants to talk.

Hey, Buke.

Buke, tell them how it used to be.

You know, when there was a lounge in the station and

the guys used to bring in their own booze and shippers.

These guys know the stories.

Not your stories, Buke.

Come on, just give us one from the good old days.

Okay, how about the one where the cop got hammered at the station,

took a squad car, drove it a block and smashed it into a car wreck?

Come on, would you foreshadow?

No, no, it's true. I remember that one.

And, uh, his own buddies had to arrest him.

And then he puked all over the Bukeing desk.

You boys want another round?

Thank you.

Yeah.

That's it, fellas. I'm done.

Boys, leave.

Uh-huh.

Hold on my calls.

The suspension is complete bullshit, Connie.

And you know it.

Is it?

Is it?

Do you even realize how much this department has covered for you?

I've had to suppress most of it so I don't look bad.

Not to mention if the reserves ever find out.

They can't prove anything.

It's my ass on the line here, not they.

Speeding tickets, that's one thing. But...

But let this go, let that go.

Then some tribal police case files go missing.

Now who really knows what you've tainted or buried?

We had to suspend you, Daniel.

No, actually, I had to.

The fact remains that no one, including you, can prove anything.

I don't have to.

Those files and the missing evidence were

What if the evidence somehow turned up?

It's too late.

We've already appointed a new interim chief of tribal.

Really?

I guess we're done here.

Lisanne?

Chief?

I'll meet you downtown at the cellar.

Oh, sorry.

Hey, I'm busy.

I'll meet you later.

You know where.

Okay.

Bye.

So, what are you doing here so late?

Honey just asked me to come in.

Really?

What for?

I don't know.

He literally just called me.

I just talked to him.

He didn't mention you.

See you later.

So, Connie just called you out of the blue to meet tonight?

Yeah.

And you don't know why?

No.

Dude, I think I'm bleeding.

You dick, these cost 200 bucks each.

I don't read your life, McCody.

I'm the one that just got roasted by a dirty, rotten, nasty.

Oh, no.

Don't tell me she did it again.

Oh, yeah.

Steinhauer nailed her at Duncan's last Friday.

It's practically going viral.

Here, want to see?

Yeah.

I broke up with her weeks ago.

Holy shit.

She's got nice ones, man.

Who took this?

That wild man, Steine, he posted it yesterday.

Hey.

Dude, I thought you broke up with her.

You big bitch.

That is so good, Chloe.

Hey, Dad, I'll see you later.

What?

Where do you think you're going, young lady?

I already told you, I'm going to Eric's.

Eric Steinhauer's?

I thought you were going to watch Chloe tonight.

That's tomorrow.

Right, Mom?

Okay, but tomorrow for sure.

No problem.

In the door by nine.

Nine.

Sure.

Bye, Chlo-Bear.

Bye, Candy.

Softie.

Oh, shoot, shoot.

What you got? What you got?

Oh, no.

How unfortunate.

Oh, shoot.

Let's get some meth or something.

Let's not.

Let's do something, then.

It's a party at Melissa's.

Lame.

Let's grab a bite.

Lame.

Okay, I'm going to go.

Okay.

Oh, it's about time.

Hi, I'm Ryan.

Sorry I'm late.

Well, I'm just going to have to deduct it from your fee.

You'll have to take that up with the agency.

If you like, I can leave.

Whatever.

Come in.

Nice place you got here.

You leave all alone.

So, how much is an hour?

Four hundred.

What about two hours?

Eight hundred.

What about the whole night?

Not yet.

How much?

Oh, looks like you got a case of little vaginas.

Okay, okay, here we go.

This one's for the money.

I'm going to trickshot it off of there.

Go, go, go.

Let's have some fun.

What the hell, man?

Oh, Ryan, you're supposed to say two thousand.

What?

I'm sorry, I forgot that part.

You just look so hot tonight.

Come on, baby.

I can go out, come back in, I can reset.

Nope, you ruined it.

I'm not going to play these games if you're going to get mad at me all the time.

Okay.

See ya.

Is anyone home? Doesn't look like it.

You should have brought more beer.

Where's the vodka?

Whoa.

What are you doing?

Come on, put it back.

Let's just toss some beer bottles at the house.

Does that look like fun, Cody?

Nope.

Honey, did you hear anything?

No.

She's not even home yet?

I told her in the door by nine.

I thought I heard laughing in the bottle smash outside.

I didn't hear anything.

Come on, what are you going to do, shoot the house?

Yeah, good idea.

I'll rip one right into her house.

That'll show her.

Don't piss around, let's just go.

Hey, come on.

I dare you.

Whatever, it's not even loaded.

It is now.

Come on, Cody.

Just shoot.

Show that nice titted bitch.

It's passed.

As they all flew away.

Well, it is bedtime.

Could we have another story?

Could we have another story?

No.

Come on, Cody.

Just do, Cody.

Wait, wait, call 911.

What the hell was that?

It was a gun, it was a gunshot.

It was someone shooting at the house.

Yeah.

Yeah, I got the text.

I'll be right there.

What's up?

I gotta go.

What's going on?

You know I can't tell you.

I'm not asking for the details.

Why do you think, work?

Is it bad?

Sounds like it.

Babe, sure you want this?

Yeah.

Go get him.

Seems really weird.

Why do they even want us here?

Nate, just do me a favor and listen to everything we can.

And watch your back.

All right, so what do I do?

Do what they tell you until I find out.

All right.

What the hell are they doing here?

Get used to it.

Tribal's now in charge of anything that even smells like Indian.

In charge?

I thought they only had jurisdiction on the reserves.

Not anymore.

Why was tribal called on to this?

Well, Sam, a witness said that an Indian -- oh, sorry, a native person.

Sorry, is it aboriginal?

No.

That's right, now it's indigenous.

Anyway, witness described the shooter as, and I quote,

"a little bastard Indian with black braided hair down to his ass."

Okay, so the alleged shooter had long hair and looked indigenous.

Where's the scene?

Upstairs in the house.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, don't ever call me Sam like that in front of anyone in uniform, you got it?

You want to be called.

How about Chief?

Hey, Buke, I found one of the bullets in the wall over there.

I'm Chief Woodburn of tribal, and I'm running points on this one.

Mitch Wheeler, forensics.

Okay, what do we got?

And then I heard laughing, and they gave a bottle smash,

so I went over to the window to try and see what was happening.

His name is Cody Whitecloud.

He was dating our daughter Candace, but maybe they broke up or something.

Mrs. McMillan, did you see anyone else?

Was anyone else around?

I don't know.

It was in the alley.

I'm sorry, it just happened so fast.

I'm pretty sure it was Cody.

Did you actually see Cody shoot the rifle into the house?

She already told you he did it.

I just want to make sure I have all the facts straight.

What's going on?

Something happened to Chloe.

What do you mean?

What happened?

Where are we at?

It's still early, but I'll show you what I got.

Anyone see the kid yet?

No.

This just finished rendering.

It's a mock-up wireframe only, but it should give you a good idea.

The bullet that proved to be fatal was found

lodged in the wooden frame of the victim's bed.

It came off the street, ricocheted off the steel window pane,

and hit the victim while she was hiding under the bed.

She was killed instantly.

Was it a hunting rifle?

Technically, it could be a military or hunting rifle, most likely a hunting rifle.

The two bullets we found were 30 off 6.

What is surprising is the amount of kinetic energy

that the bullet retained after it ricocheted.

It's actually incredibly coincidental that the victim was hit.

So it was an accident.

The evidence would suggest so.

Shooting a rifle into a house is no accident.

And everyone, please remember this is a high-profile

case, so all info is extremely privileged.

Any movement yet?

We haven't found the kid.

Why are you assigning this to Tribal?

This happened in the city to a white family.

There are no clear ties to any reserve.

Woodward, if you want to go back to the

reserve, I can make that happen in a heartbeat.

Things are going to be run differently around here.

Tribal is now under the direct command of Justice, which is me.

Now, are you police or just Indian police?

Because the shooter was identified as indigenous,

and that constitutes tribal police involvement.

And that means you.

The alleged shooter?

Look, you question me once again, and I swear I will have you

shoveling shit back on that dinky little reserve of yours.

Yes, sir.

Now, the bottom line is that anything indigenous,

doesn't matter if it's reserve or city, is now Tribal's.

You and Bukansky will be operating under the full support of downtown Metro.

Go out and find that kid.

I'll meet you out there.

What?

How long do I have to put up with this ridiculous publicity?

As long as I say so.

She doesn't know what the hell she's doing.

That's why you're here.

Hey, you got a sec?

Yeah, hold on.

Hey, what's going on?

Did you hear what happened?

Are you okay?

Brian, she was eight years old.

Yeah, it's everywhere.

It's been all over the news this morning.

Did you actually see the body?

What did I get myself into?

Hang in there.

Do you know who did it?

We're working on it.

Well, try to stay positive.

I love you.

Thanks, babe. I gotta go.

Bye.

Let's take my car.

I'll drive.

What's that funky smell?

Sweet grass.

Smells like weed.

It's a wild grass that people use for smudging.

What kind of people?

The KlongBuke.

You're telling me you never heard of smudging?

It's not like I'm dying to know.

It's like an incense.

We use it in ceremony and prayers to cleanse and bring good energy.

Sounds wonderful.

Well, have you ever been to a Rose?

Nope.

So do you know this kid, Cody?

I know some of his family, but not him.

Mitch, get anything else from the bedroom?

What about the alley?

Tire tracks?

Okay, thanks.

Call me when you know.

Hey.

Come on, what are you doing?

I gotta make a call.

A call to who?

I just got a text, now I gotta make a call.

Are you scared?

Just don't look anybody in the eye.

You should be fine.

Besides, you've got a gun.

Really, you're not coming in?

Just make sure you get the new address.

Unreal.

You coming in or did you get another text and now you gotta make a call?

Huh.

No service.

Well, I know his parents, so let me ask the questions.

Good. I'll wait here.

No, you get your ass out of the car and you come do some police work.

Besides, I can use your help.

Hey, Pup.

I'm not sure where he is. He hasn't been home in a few days.

Has he contacted you?

Yesterday. He said he was okay, but I don't know where he is.

How was he doing in school? Any problems?

Decent grades, no big problems. You know, he's a teenager.

How many times has he been arrested?

A few times, but never convicted. Just small stuff, anyway.

What small stuff?

Public mischief, vandalism, theft, but like I said, he's never been convicted.

I think he was innocent anyhow.

How was he handling the breakup with Candace?

Never did like that white girl, but we knew he did, so we didn't say anything.

They'd been going out for a few months, but I didn't even know they broke up.

What kind of rifles do you have?

Just a couple of .22s and three shotguns.

His dad shares the rifles with our cousin. They go hunting all the time.

What cousin?

The Mockways, Penny and Walter. They live on the Blackfoot Reserve.

I think you know them.

Of course.

What about his friends?

He hangs out with two white boys from the school, Derek and Ricky.

White?

Do you know where they live?

In the city? Somewhere in the West End?

Why does he go to school in the city?

Well, you know it's better. It's safer.

Do you have their last names?

Derek Trent and Ricky Gray.

So, Derek Trent and Richard Gray have no criminal records?

No. By the looks of it, they both have clean records.

Okay, thanks.

No problem.

So, why'd you ask her questions to answers you already knew?

To test to see if she was lying.

So, what's the story about you being shot?

What the hell does that have to do with anything?

Oh, I'm interested.

It's something I don't talk about. I don't even know you.

Well, that's kind of the whole point. I mean, what do you want to know about me?

It's okay, thanks.

Oh, come on. If we're going to be working together,

I think it's better we at least have some conversation.

Really? How long do you think that we're going to be partners for?

What does that mean?

You're a face and an ass and an Indian.

That's what they need right now, but trust me.

As soon as you screw up, you're going right back to the reserve.

How's that conversation for you?

Oh. Actually, I'm half Indian.

But more importantly, who should be asking how long

your busted up ass is going to be wearing a badge?

All that and a mouth too, huh?

Damn straight.

Let me take this one.

Why?

Trust me on this. Two spoiled white boys.

OK, but I'm coming in.

Sure you don't have to make a call?

Nice place.

So.

Your parents are away and left you alone?

No, my older sister's here.

Ricky's staying over, too.

Where's your sister?

I think at a friend's.

Your friends with Cody Whitecloud?

Not really. We kind of hang out at school sometimes. He's in my math class.

What about after school?

Sometimes, but he's got to drive into town, so.

Did you know his girlfriend, Candace?

Yeah. When they broke up, he was really shaken up about it. Called

her name, said he hated her. He was going to get back at the bitch.

When's the last time you talked to him?

I don't know. A few days ago.

I talked to him yesterday.

Did he say where he was?

Yeah, at his cousin's on the Blackfoot Reserve.

Thank you.

Nate, Sam, can you get over to Penny and Walter McQueece?

We're looking for Cody Whitecloud. He may be there.

Also search the house for hunting rifles. A .30-06.

Got it.

We'll take the chopper. We'll be right out.

You coming?

You go.

Let's go.

Shit.

Remind me why we are taking the chopper!

That end of Blackfoot Reserve is over an hour and a half by car.

Hey, now, look at you. Good there, Buke. I'm fine.

She was only eight.

Candace and I would take her to the park.

She likes the swings.

You mean she used to.

How can you think that I would do this?

If you didn't do it, you need to tell us what happened.

Do I need a lawyer or something?

Right now we just want to know what happened.

I'm not sure exactly what happened.

I was really drunk.

What do you mean?

Look, we already know that you and Candace were dating and then she broke up with you.

We have a witness describing you and your truck

at the crime scene pointing a rifle at the house.

Did you fire the rifle into the house?

Come on, let's just go. Give me that gun, you retard.

Don't, Cody.

Come on, chicken shit. Just shoot.

She's not worth it, man.

Maybe you need to see the video again.

You saw her riding Stein.

You foolish asshole.

Woohoo! Ride 'em, cowgirl!

Come on, Cody. Just shoot. Show the bitch who's boss.

One more time, Cody. Did you fire the rifle into the house?

I didn't do it.

All right, Woodburn. Enough is enough. It's over.

You're going to need a lawyer now, kid.

You're under arrest in connection with the death of Chloe McMillan.

Connie. Connie!

Cody's story isn't matching up with the original police reports.

Come on. It's open and shut.

I'll let her finish.

The DNA and the fingerprint evidence found from the

beer bottles from the crime scene don't match Cody's.

So they could have been there already.

Well, how do you know?

The mother said she heard laughing and the sounds of

bottles smashing. I don't think he's telling us everything.

Of course not. He's lying to save his own ass.

We don't have a murder weapon.

The mother was a complete mess during her statement.

There's conflicting evidence at the crime scene.

Look, he shot at the house and a bullet hit the little girl. Don't complicate this.

You afraid you have to do some more police work, Buke?

I'm sorry, how many homicide cases have you been involved in? Oh, yeah, none.

All right, easy, Buke.

I don't believe he did it.

Then who did?

What about his friends?

Oh, come on.

Well, maybe they know something.

Maybe they don't.

Look, you two figure it out. Find that murder weapon.

I'm going back to the friends.

Maybe we get their prints matched with the beer bottles.

Then?

Well, we got to make some kind of a statement. Come on.

Chief Harris.

Chief, have you found the killer yet?

On behalf of the Justice Department, I would like to say that we have

made an arrest in the tragic death of young Chloe Annabelle McMillan.

As a result of some excellent investigative police

work by our newly designated tribal police force.

Can you tell us the specifics of who was charged?

Well, as it is an ongoing investigation at this

time, that information will not be made public.

Is it true that the person under arrest is a minor and indigenous?

Like I said, it's under investigation.

Why is tribal involved then?

What I will say is this. Now many cases cross over

from justice to Metro to tribal and vice versa.

Integration, partnership and cooperation.

Harris, Harris, Harris.

Harris, Harris, Harris.

Just take a hit. It's super hard, dude. Trust me.

No more. Makes you too crazy.

Come on. Let's just have fun with these two. My parents get home tomorrow.

Okay.

You have to take just one.

Hey, you want to see who that is?

Oh, shit.

It's the cops. What do we do?

Cops, the cops.

What? The cops are at the door.

A little Indian bitch must have told them.

Not real cops. They're Indian cops.

Hey, call backup. Obviously, they're in there.

Already on it.

What are you doing?

Shots fired. Shots fired. 224A Thomas Street.

Police. Police.

Suspect on foot. Foot is in pursuit.

Hey, stop. Stop.

Stop.

Stop, you little shit.

Stop.

Stop.

You think you can beat me like that, huh?

Don't think. Come on, Cody. Just shoot.

I'll do it.

Oh, shit.

Cody, no.

I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything. I didn't do...

Looks like you took a good one.

Nice work, Chief.

I'll show you, Chief.