All language subtitles for Longmire S04E04 Four Arrows_track3_[eng]

♪♪ Trained my mind
on only one track ♪♪

♪♪ Hit the ground running
and never looked back ♪♪

♪♪ Steered my eyes
to the mission ahead ♪♪

♪♪ And I burnt that bridge ♪♪

♪♪ Never did listen
to the innocent voice ♪♪

♪♪ Dismissed my heart,
never gave it much choice ♪♪

♪♪ Surrendered my soul
to the mission ahead ♪♪

♪♪ And I burnt that bridge ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, I can't help ♪♪

♪♪ But think I'm losing it ♪♪

♪♪ Am I losing it? ♪♪

♪♪ As I watch ♪♪

♪♪ I watch ♪♪

♪♪ My bridges burn to ash ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe my heart's
trying to give me a hint ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe it's time
I start listening in ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe I'm too far
into the thick ♪♪

♪♪ And I can't turn back ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, I can't help ♪♪

♪♪ But think I'm losing it ♪♪

♪♪ Am I losing it? ♪♪

♪♪ As I watch ♪♪

♪♪ I watch ♪♪

♪♪ My bridges burn to ash ♪♪

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the Longmire residence.

Sorry we're not here
to take your call.

Please leave a message. We'll
be happy to call you back.

Record greeting.

This is Walt.

This is Walt.

18 gaming tables

and over 800
state-of-the-art slot machines.

It's opening day at
Four Arrows Resort and Casi--

Ruby, send Ferg down.

- Walt!
- Ferg.

That's nice.
Where'd you buy this from?

I didn't.

You got it.

We weren't expecting you
till Monday.

Well, I figured
with the casino opening,

you could use
an extra hand, so...

The resort's only half-done,

so all the hotels
are overbooked.

Even the campground's full.

Oh, hey! Whoa.

Coming through.

So, how you doin'?

Right now?

I'm carrying most
of the weight, so...

Okay.

Okay.

- Hold up.
- Yep.

Who locked the door?

Walt. Hey.

Um, we weren't expecting you
till Monday.

So I've heard.

Sorry.

I, um -- I wasn't, like,
sitting at your desk.

I just needed some room
to spread out, so...

You don't need to apologize,
Vic.

I left you in charge, so...

Here you go, boss.

Oh.

Well, I guess this should be
for you, boss.

Is it Monday already?

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

This is, uh, Eamonn O'Neill.

He's on loan from Cumberland
County. I sent you his résumé.

You approved him.

You survived the feds.

Congratulations.

Well, they were just doing
their job, so...

Well, at least you're
no longer suspended.

Never was.

Just a voluntary leave
of absence.

- Vic?
- Yeah?

There's been an accident.

Ah.

Hello, Walter.

Uh, well, out on Route 10,
by mile marker 20.

- Okay. We got it.
- Yep.

Ferg.

Thank God you're back.

Hey, let me get a burger
and bottle of water.

It's roasting out there.

Merwin Tall Grass.

I did not peg you
as a Ghost Dancer.

My grandfather made me learn.

He said if we danced long
enough, we'd fall into a trance,

and when we woke up,
all the white men would be gone.

Your grandfather did not
count on Jacob Nighthorse.

His casino makes
white men multiply.

As long as they bring
their cash.

Merwin.

I'm spreading the word
about a new group.

We have started a chapter of
Man Up at the community center.

I am on
the recruitment committee.

Man Up?

I heard that's like A.A.
for wife-beaters.

They do many things
for the community,

though domestic violence
is certainly a focus.

Why would you be asking me
to join something like this?

I am asking everybody.

Sure, man.
I'll check it out.

Mondays at 8:00.

Come on through!
Come on through!

Come on! Get it out!
Get the lead out!

Come on!

Okay, grease monkeys
and roughnecks,

stay on that side of the road!

Holy rollers,
get that circle going!

Go through!
Go! Go! Go!

Move it!
Move it!

Yes, indeed!

Get your butt moving over here!
Come on!

Use the right foot, brother!

Half-naked girls, get off
the road, get off the road!

Come on, now, girls,
this ain't no place

for your bachelorette party.

Move it!
Move it!

Come on by!
Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Well, I'm glad
you could make it.

Lucian, what are you doing here?

I'm just helping out
the department.

Your acting sheriff
looked a little overwhelmed,

what with you gone and these
degenerates come to town.

Damn it, Lucian!

He has been sitting by the
scanner since you've been gone.

- We don't need your help!
- Oh, righty-dighty,

'cause you got your
little studly over there

on loan from Cumberland County.

- What's he got I don't got?
- The ability to listen.

Come on!
Come on through!

Hot cops! Whoo, whoo!

Come on! Move it!
Move it! Move it!

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Anyway, Walt,
I got everything under control.

There ain't nobody hurt
and definitely nobody shot.

What -- What the heck happened?

Seems these dewy young ladies

driving down here
from Minneapolis

on a last, final prenuptial
hurrah or something.

Yon casino bus tries to pass
them on this double yellow.

Another car's coming
in the other lane.

Bus tries to come back
into his own lane,

hits the RV party thing,
and runs it right off the road.

It's like a strip club
threw up on a Barbie camper.

- The driver of the RV?
- Sober as a Mormon.

All them other girls
bear out that story.

What about
the casino bus driver?

Here's where it
gets interesting, Walt.

Bus driver gets out the bus,
opens the doors,

pulls out all the luggage on the
ground, and then skedaddles.

He's an ugly mutt.

Randolph Hale.

These charters don't care
who they hire anymore.

My bet --
There's a record on him.

Probably afraid
of getting arrested,

heads for the tall grass.

Lucian, we appreciate your help.

We got it from here.

- Well, if I'm off work -- Ferg!
- Yes, sir?

I'm devoid of a drink!

Where's my drink?
Give me my drink!

Whoo!

Off the road, off the road,
off the road!

Stay off the road!

I filed a report with your boss.

Insurance better cover this
because that maniac

almost took off our fender.

There's a service station
three miles up the road.

Get them to check it
before you head out of town.

Yeah.
We're gonna go to the casino.

Um, I've been the
designated driver for two days,

and I need a drink, so...

What you got there?

Oh, Jesus.

Ferg, put out an APB

on that bus driver --
Randolph Hale.

He can't have got far,
even if he hitched.

Late teens, early 20s.

There's no I.D. or wallet
that I can see.

Vic, get this girl to the
morgue, find out who she is.

I'm going to the casino

to have a word
with... Archer Loftus,

who seems to have misplaced
his luggage.

I'll go with Vic, then?

She can't carry that bag
by herself.

Henry.

What are you doing here?

My new boss -- Malachi --

generously offered
my catering services.

What is your excuse?

I'm here on business.

I hoped this day would never
come, for Martha's sake.

It is what it is.

Put it on my bill.

Hey, I'm gonna have to
catch up with you later.

Good talking to you.

Nice meeting you.

Wow.

You just couldn't stay away,
huh?

What is it now? You want to
check the smoke detectors?

I'm not here to make trouble.

I just need to talk
to one of your guests.

Archer Loftus.

Came in on the charter bus
about an hour ago.

I was hoping you could help me
find him.

You know, I'm not doing
a damn thing for you, my man,

not until you give me something.

What's that?

An apology.

You're kidding.

Shall I call Malachi and have
you escorted out of here?

I'm sorry
that my deeply held belief

that you are a dishonorable,
untrustworthy person

led me to falsely accuse you
of killing Branch Connally.

And your wife.

And my wife.

I now know it was Barlow.

The rich, white man
turns out to be the bad guy.

What a shock, eh?

Now will you help me?

Let's go to my office.

For the record, Walt, that was

the worst apology
I've ever received.

- It was honest.
- Yeah.

Well, if it makes you
feel any better,

Barlow is still screwing me
from beyond the grave.

- I thought he was your partner.
- He was.

But with his money
tied up in probate,

I can't complete construction
of the hotel.

I need the revenue from
this casino more than ever.

- Do you understand me?
- I think so.

Well, let me make it clear.

If I allow you
to question my patrons,

anything you learn
is kept inside your office,

away from the public
and especially the press.

Can't afford to have people
scared off,

thinking this place
attracts criminal activity.

You have my word.

Well, if Loftus has checked in

to the completed wing
of the hotel,

I'll have him brought here.
It's been my experience

that free chips and a meal
voucher add a little incentive.

Thank you, Jacob.

Don't thank me.

I'm not paying for it.

Cade Tall Grass, yes?

Yeah.

What are you doing out here
all by yourself?

I had to get some things.

My mom's sick.

Your dad was not around
to take you?

He took the car to work.

It is a long walk.

Hop in.
Let me give you a ride.

Archer Loftus.

This is you, right?

Yeah, that's me.
Why?

You came in on the charter bus
from Oden?

Yep.
Work on the oil rigs over there.

Couple days' leave, came here.

So, when do I get my chips?

You own a black duffel bag,
Mr. Loftus?

No. A red Samsonite
upstairs in my room.

A woman's body was found

in a black duffel bag
with this tag on it.

You're saying it isn't yours?

A woman's body?

You mean like a dead woman?

With my name on it?

Holy hell.

Oh!

I knew it!
This whole trip was a setup!

"You've been doing
such good work, Archer.

We want to reward you
for your loyalty to the company.

We'll give you a bus ticket
and some chips

and a dead woman's body
in a bag,

get rid of your ass
once and for all."

Settle down, Mr. Loftus.

I've called OSHA half a dozen
times on this company's ass.

They got us wildcatting
out there.

Long hours, skipping breaks,
no rest for the hands.

That's because the company
only gets paid

when the kelly's turning.

How do you know that?

Oh, spent a few years
working rigs,

mostly roughnecking in Alaska.

Prudhoe Bay.

Then you know when time
is money, men get hurt.

Five in the last eight months.

You think someone
at the oil company

is trying to frame you,
Mr. Loftus?

Would I put my own
return address on a dead body?

Who else would?

Must be 20 men on that bus

happily take a grand
to screw me over.

Loose tooth?

If I can get it out,

I'll get a dollar
under my pillow.

In my day, the tooth fairy
left only a quarter.

Your mom was cheap.

I know who the tooth fairy is.

You are a sharp young man.

You can drop me here.

My dad doesn't like visitors,
especially when Mom's sick.

I hope your mom gets well soon,
Cade.

Any word on
the missing bus driver?

No, not yet.
But Lucian was right.

Randolph Hale
has a warrant out --

failure to pay child support.

Any credit-card activity?

No, but, you know, since the guy
is a driver by trade,

I put a call out on the CB

to check to see
if any truckers spot him.

Did you find the guy
with the duffel?

Well, he says he's being framed.

Uh, how's Vic coming
with the I.D. of the girl?

She's still at the coroner's
with Eamonn.

What do you think of, uh,
Deputy O'Neill?

He's not bad.

Vic seems to like him.

Let's hope Vic's having
some luck getting that I.D.

I'll check in later.

Thank you.

Blunt-force trauma
to the back of the head,

no sign of sexual assault,
no identifying marks.

What girl this age
doesn't have a tattoo?

Oh, you have a tattoo?

Wouldn't you like to know?

What about implants?

Excuse me?

The girl.

Breast implants,
they have serial numbers.

Maybe we can trace them.

Yeah. Okay.

I am no expert,
but they look pretty real to me.

I don't think your boss
likes me.

Oh, come on.

Walt just had to kill a guy
in his front yard,

a guy that murdered his own son
and killed Walt's wife.

I think he's got bigger things
on his mind than you.

Yeah, I know. I know.
You're right.

I just -- I like it around here.

I wouldn't mind sticking around,

but that's not likely
if Walt thinks I'm an ass.

He'll forget all about it
if we get him a positive I.D.

Oh, wait!
Hey, hey.

Don't sneak up on a man
like that.

Lady Luck is skittish.

- Lucian, I need your help.
- My help?

Why don't you just drag that
new deputy away from Moretti?

I'm too busy
hitting the jackpot.

Unless he is, too.

We found a woman's body
at the scene of the accident.

She was in a duffel bag
with a luggage tag on it

saying it belonged
to an Archer Loftus.

Dirty business, casinos.

If this oil worker didn't do it,

then someone else on that bus
may be trying to frame him.

You were out at that accident.

You can help me track down
all the passengers on the bus.

Walt, you dismissed me,
remember?

Why don't you just get on
the damn P.A.

and wrangle everybody
who was out there?

I promised Nighthorse
I wouldn't take this public.

You promised Nighthorse.

Now, why would you do that?

I owe him.

Owe him what?

I accused him of something
he didn't do.

Accused him of what?

Killing Martha and Branch.

Right.

But that would be my brother.

Save it.

I believe there's some young
bachelorettes need questioning.

Focus on the bus.

Greedy, greedy, greedy.

♪♪ Tell everybody that wants me,
don't taunt me ♪♪

♪♪ Don't haunt me
to tell my tale ♪♪

♪♪ Tell everybody to get up
and dance ♪♪

♪♪ Or shut up
and get off the stage ♪♪

Hey, Henry.

Hello, Ferg.

This is Randolph Hale.
He's a bus driver.

You haven't seen him here
tonight, have you?

That is not a face
I would forget.

Just keep an eye out,
give us a call if you spot him.

- Jess.
- Yeah?

If this man
comes into the bar,

call the sheriff's department.

Sure.

♪♪ No one's gonna push when
your back's to the wall ♪♪

♪♪ Know how to walk... ♪♪

So, you came here
with Archer Loftus?

Nope.

But you're part of the group
from Oden, right?

Well, me and Loftus
were on the same bus,

but it's not like we're friends.

That dude's a whiner and a narc,
and everybody knows it.

He have any friends
in the group?

I don't think

he has any friends
on this earth.

Oh, one more thing.

Um, do you remember seeing

an attractive young woman
on the bus?

- Dark hair?
- Yeah.

Shit, yeah, I remember her.

You see her talking to anyone?

Couple guys
tried to chat her up,

but she just blew them off.

How'd they handle the rejection?

I don't know.
Fine?

Listen, can I go back in?
I only got a couple days.

I don't want to waste it talking
to some dude in a parking lot.

Sure.

Oh, hey, Sheriff.

Excuse me, uh, Chelsea.

How do you know my name?
You're so Sherlock-y.

Well, it's kind of hard to miss.
Uh, written on your glass, so...

Do me next.

- Um, well, I'm sorry
to interrupt,

but I need to ask if any of you

saw someone
tampering with the luggage

at the crash site this morning.

Why?
What happened?

Well, a crime's been committed.

We just need to talk
to everybody that was there.

Any of you notice anything
or anyone odd or...

By "anyone odd," do you mean
anyone acting like an asshole?

Yeah, yeah, I think
that would qualify.

Okay, let's start
with the bus driver.

Okay. Let's.

The whole accident
was his fault.

He wouldn't even apologize
for it,

and when I asked
for his insurance,

he got really squirrelly
and wouldn't look me in the eye.

Never trust a guy
who won't look you in the eye.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Uh, we were in the middle
of a conversation.

He said, "I have to pee,"
ran into the woods,

and I never saw him again.

A trucker called in on the CB
and said that this guy was here
about 20 minutes ago.

Oh, I've been on since noon.
Nobody like that's been in.

Where the showers at?
Okay.

Randolph Hale?

I'm looking for Randolph Hale!

You're looking for who?

Sorry to bother you.

Randolph Hale?
Sheriff's department.

Stop!
Stop right there!

Hale!

I know you're here!

All right.
You're okay.

You need help.

The boy wrote to me.

Hector?

Cade, what did you do?

Do you know the story
of the Bear Helper?

He'll meet you tomorrow at noon
on the playground.

Bring only
what you can't live without.

You know, I am tired
of being harassed.

I haven't done anything wrong.

And you can tell my ex-wife,
if I'm in jail, I can't work,

and if I can't work,
I can't pay her!

This Randolph Hale?

In the flesh.

I'm Sheriff Longmire.

And I'm freezing my ass off.

Your deputy wouldn't let me go
back and get my clothes.

I went back.
Somebody swiped them.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Ferg, why don't you
go to my office

and get Mr. Hale
a fleece jacket?

I think I have one
in my black duffel bag.

Sure thing.

So, uh, do you know why we
brought you in, Mr. Hale?

Yeah. Because
my damn ex-wife's a bloodsucker.

I told her,
as soon as I'm paid, she's paid.

I get my check next week.

I'm not so sure.

You fled the scene
of an accident.

Damn it.

I only ran because I knew
this would happen.

It ain't easy for a man my age
out there.

Let -- Let me -- Let me just set
the record straight.

I didn't run out on my family.

My wife, she kicked me out.

Now the boyfriend,
he's moving in,

but she still wants her check
the 15th of every damn month.

Know what?
Women, they look at you,

all they see is a meal ticket.

How long you been working
for the bus company, Mr. Hale?

Little over a year.

You load all the bags?

Yeah.
Every single one of them.

Oh.

That's a lot of people
and a lot of luggage

to keep track of.

You remember all those folks
and who brings on what?

In my line of work, you
just remember the jerks
and the heavy bags.

- What do you consider heavy?
- I don't know. 50, 60 pounds?

You remember this bag?

I told you.
I only remember the heavy ones.

Well, this was a lot heavier
before we emptied it.

What do you think it weighed,
Ferg?

120 pounds.

120 pounds.

I can't lift 120 pounds.
I'm on disability.

What was in it?

You recognize her?

I-I ain't never seen her
or that bag before in my life.

And yet another person
on your bus

remembers an attractive,
young woman with dark hair.

And that bag was on your bus.

You loaded every bag.

I guess now you're wishing

we were holding you for skipped
child-support payments.

Walt.

Jacob Nighthorse for you.

Yeah?

So, is this your idea of keeping
Four Arrows out of the press

and away from bad publicity?

What are you talking about?

Turn on Channel 11... or 2 or 7.

They're all reporting
that a murdered girl

was found on a bus
headed to my casino.

I haven't spoken to anyone.

Did the mother and father
call it in?

No. The Absaroka County
Sheriff's Department did,

seeking any and all information
about her identity.

You just couldn't wait,
could you?

You just had to sabotage
my opening weekend.

What do you mean, you released
that information to the press?

Well, the autopsy
didn't give us anything,

and you weren't coming up
with anything.

Okay, Walt, maybe we should have
checked with you first,

but since you've been gone,
we've gotten used to do doing
things a different way.

Well, I'm back.

And you had no business
going around me.

In Cumberland,
when we hit a dead end,

we do whatever we can
to identify our victim.

And frankly,
any department would.

Except one where the sheriff
has a special arrangement
with the casino owner.

We got an I.D.

Her name is Delia Garrett
from Minneapolis.

Her friends saw her photo on
the news. Heading right down.

Well, maybe this wasn't
the right time to be right.

It has to be you.

What do you mean?

I'm sorry.

I-I have the wrong person.

Wait.

Hector sent me.

Walt, Eamonn
was just doing his job.

I know that the FBI
has been grilling you

about protocol
for the last six weeks,

so you're extra sensitive
about this,

but just because
he didn't do it your way

doesn't mean that he is wrong.

This isn't about protocol.

This is about common decency.

A mother and a father found out

their daughter was dead
by seeing this --

an autopsy photo on TV.

Walt, you got visitors.

She was supposed to come
with us,

but she canceled
at the last second.

She say why?

She said she was sick.

But you didn't believe her?

Delia had money problems.

I thought maybe she just
couldn't afford the trip

and didn't want to tell us.

That's so stupid.

I would have loaned her
the money.

Can you tell me the last time
you spoke to her?

Yeah, um, I can tell you
exactly when.

We went to pick her up
in the RV,

and she wasn't there,
so I called her.

She was at work,
but she was sick

and said that we
should leave without her.

7:30 p.m. Thursday.

Can either of you
think of a reason

why Delia would be
in Absaroka County?

Oh, my God.

Do you think
she changed her mind

and tried to catch up to us?

She knew everywhere we'd
be stopping along the way.

Well, does that sound like her?

She was impulsive.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
she was great,

but she wasn't like
the rest of us.

- How was she different?
- She would just disappear,

and then we'd get
a postcard from,

like, Turkey or Uganda
or some random place.

She brought a guy back once.

He didn't speak any English,
and he was just really weird.

I don't really know how
to explain it,

other than she just didn't
think about the consequences

of her actions.

So, it's possible
that she got on a bus

and, uh, followed you here,
picked up a stranger on the way?

Yeah, it wouldn't surprise me.

What about this?

It's backpack-y,

kind of like something
Delia would have.

That was found on the bus that,
uh, crashed into you yesterday.

Your friend's body
was found inside it.

Oh, my God.
That's horrible.

I knew something like this
was gonna happen.

You can't just do whatever
you want!

Why don't you two
just wait here?

I'll drive you back to your RV.

I want to speak to, uh,
the rest of your friends.

Maybe Delia
contacted one of them.

I won't be long.

Ferg, find out all you can
about Delia Garrett.

Call her family, her employers.

See if she got any new
or unusual men in her life.

Yep.

Here's a better picture
of that girl, Randolph.

Now do you recognize her?

I told you before, no.

Was she like your wife?

Did she expect a free ride?

- Vic?
- Yeah?

Call the bus company, uh,

find out where that bus stopped,

see if there's anywhere that,
uh, Delia could have gotten on.

Bus 85678,
originated in Green Bay.

Before it picked up them oilmen
in Oden,

it passed through Minneapolis,
Sioux Falls, and Sturgis,

whereupon some church people
got on board,

coming on down here
to gamble for Jesus.

Six of those oilmen said they
noticed a young brunette hottie.

The churchies
said they noticed nothing,

probably didn't want
to admit it.

56 people on that bus.

So far, I've talked to 54
of them at the casino.

One of those two empty seats
could have been Delia Garrett.

Bus did stop in Minneapolis.

Lucian, show this picture
to those oilmen.

Confirm that, uh,
she was on the bus with them.

Got it.

Ferg, get some clothes
for the bus driver.

I got to take those girls
back to their RV.

I want, uh, Randolph Hale ready

for some more questions
when I get back.

Got it.

- Right.
- Okay. So --

Vic. With me.

Hold down the fort, Ringo.

Who's that?

That's Noah, Nikki's fiancé.

He saw Delia on TV
and came right over.

From Minnesota?

- That was quick.
- He was already here.

He was supposed to be the
big surprise for the bride.

Sarah arranged for him
to meet us at the casino.

She wanted everything
to be perfect for Nikki.

Noah knew Delia?

Yeah. We've all been friends
since college.

Hmm.

So, you want to talk about
what's been going on with you?

Nope.

Okay.

Chelsea?

You okay?

I'll be fine, I guess.
Um...

Wow.

- These are something.
- Yeah.

Sarah had them made up for us.

She thought of everything.

Well, I was surprised to see
Noah here.

In my day, the --
well, the groom

didn't see the bride
before the wedding, so...

Nobody follows
those dumb rules anymore.

We all knew he was coming
except for Nikki.

Yeah.

You know, I, uh --

Well, I don't get the impression
you're his biggest fan.

I'm kind of Sherlock-y, so...

He's fine.

Is there something
you want to tell me?

Uh...

I never told anybody before
because I couldn't be sure,

but I picked Delia up
one morning,

and Noah's car was on her block.

She lives in this shitty
nowhere part of town,

so he wouldn't just randomly
be there.

Now he's here, and she's here.

I don't know.
Maybe she came to meet him.

Maybe something went wrong.

I don't know.

I probably just watch
way too much "48 Hours."

- What is it, Vic?
- Hey.

So, um, Lucian

showed the photo of Delia
to the oil workers,

and they didn't recognize her.

They were all talking about
someone else.

Apparently, they all had a crush

on a girl
from the church group, so...

Okay.

So, what do we do now?

For starters, you could check
the luggage compartment for me.

Okay.

What happened, Ursula?

The last time I saw you,
it was not this bad.

My husband got it in his head
I'd been talking about him.

He went crazy.

But I swear I hadn't.

I am so sorry.

It's funny.

When Hector asked
if I knew about the Bear Helper,

I thought he was talking about
the story.

But he was talking about you.

Who's the Bear Helper?

A long time ago,

a Cheyenne woman and her child
were fleeing from Crow warriors.

It was winter,
so they were alone and scared.

And she became more afraid
when --

when she noticed a bear
was following her.

But then the bear
said to the woman,

"I am following you to cover
your tracks with mine

so the Crow will not find you."

When she and her child
got to a wide river,

he carried them across
to safety.

My tooth fell out!

Will Hector take his teeth?

I never wanted him
to hurt my dad.

What exactly did you
ask of Hector?

To help my mom.

Then that is exactly
what he will do.

Right this way.

I don't want to make
your weekend any worse.

I just need to get
a few statements

before you all head home.

Ruby, could you show them
to my office?

Thanks, Ferg.

Right this way, please.

Okay, so, I got some background
on Delia.

Both of her parents died
when she was young,

so she was pretty much
on her own.

Uh, and she was hard up
for money.

She only had $240
in her checking account.

But I talked to her boss.

He said she took four days off
to come on this trip,

said she was excited, that, uh,

this was her best friend's
wedding.

Vic, you find anything
in the luggage compartment?

Uh...

Other than the smell
of vomit, no.

What were you
expecting to find?

More than that.

Uh, run the fiancé's
credit cards -- Noah Minton.

See if he was here all weekend.

As soon as you get
the information,

bring it in to me.

Hey, Walt, if it would help,
I can work on the groom

while you question the girls.

Thanks, but no.

Listen, Eamonn, I appreciate you
filling in while I was gone,

but I won't be needing you
anymore.

Let your boss know
I owe him a favor.

Sarah, thanks
for coming down again.

I thought, uh, Nikki may need
some emotional support.

It's, uh -- It's quite a lot
to take in.

- Yeah.
- No. Of course.

I was hoping you could, uh,
give me some insight into Delia,

who she was, what she was like.

Who may have wanted to harm her.

I understand that, uh,

Nikki and Delia
were freshman roommates.

So, Noah,
I assume you've known Delia

as long as your fiancée.

Yeah.
I guess I did.

You had any recent contact
with Delia?

Just the usual stuff, you know,
with the wedding and all.

Well, I heard that you
were the surprise of the trip.

I guess your affair
was the surprise of the wedding.

What?

Did you arrange for Delia
to come down here and see you

because you knew your fiancée
was on the road?

Oh, my God.

Maybe Delia
threatened to tell Nikki,

and that's why you killed her.

No, I don't know what
the hell you're talking about.

Well, you knew enough
to dump the body

where you wouldn't be suspected.

And you had access
to the girls' itinerary, right?

Yeah, he did.
I gave it to him.

What did you do, Noah?

These girls never saw the bag

that Delia was stuffed into,

but you saw it,
because you bought it.

No.
This is insane.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

My deputy just ran
your credit cards.

You had a recent purchase
from a nearby Walmart

hours before the body was found.

What? No.

Hey, baby, say something.

Tell him there is no way
I could ever kill Delia.

Stop it.
You're hurting her.

You stay out of it.

This trip, this entire wedding

has been nothing
but the two of you.

Did they shut you out, Noah?

Is that why you turned to Delia?

Delia think this was more
than a one-time deal?

- It was more than one time.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I didn't do this. I don't know
why you're trying to blame me!

Grow up, Noah,
and take responsibility.

Shut up!

Vic, could you take Noah
outside, please,

and see that he doesn't leave?

This was supposed to be perfect.

I'm sorry.
He didn't deserve you anyway.

Can we go now, please?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

So, Sarah, you said that, uh,

Delia canceled
at the last minute,

so why didn't you have any gifts
made up for her?

Champagne flutes or T-shirts?

Well, unless you knew she
wasn't coming all along.

Why are you asking us this?

You just said Noah did it.
He bought the bag at Walmart.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought we were all lying.

Isn't that the game
we're playing here?

I lied
about the credit-card charge.

No Walmart.

Noah lied about the affair.

And you, well,
you lied about who killed Delia.

It was you.

You already admitted

that you knew
about Delia and Noah,

so you had motive.

They betrayed
your best friend here,

and if you didn't order
a gift basket for Delia

because you knew that she
wasn't coming on your trip,

well, that gives you
intent and premeditation.

The only thing -- The only thing
that was premeditated

was talking to Delia.

We just wanted to get her
to admit anything,

so when Nikki and I showed up
in the RV

and she just got on
like nothing was wrong,

like she could be screwing Noah

and she could still be
our friend.

We didn't mean for any of this
to happen. I promise.

She tried to leave, so I grabbed
her, and she started pushing me.

Nikki pushed her off, and I-I-I
have no idea how it happened,

but she hit her head
and she landed on the floor

and she wasn't moving
and she was bleeding so much.

So, we drove and we got a bag.

And she would even admit
anything!

And after you got hit
by the casino bus,

the two of you, you took
advantage of all that chaos,

took somebody else's
luggage tag,

put it on your new bag,

and dumped the body.

Sarah, how did this happen?

I did everything right.

What I don't understand is

why they didn't just call off
the wedding.

Some people just don't know
how to end things.

I just want to say goodbye
and thank you. I enjoyed it.

Good luck to you.

Let me walk you out.

Walt, Mathias is on the phone.

He needs to talk to you.

I am so sorry. I don't know
what the problem is.

You're a really good cop.

Oh, I know.

Walt's just jealous... of you
and me.

Let's look at the bright side.

I'm only one county away,
and, uh,

well, now I got your number
and you got mine.

Uh, yeah.
Yeah.

We, uh, certainly
have each other's number.

Hey, Standing Bear,

Merwin Tall Grass filed a report

that his wife and child
are missing.

How can I help?

You can tell me where they are.

And why would I know that?

Tall Grass reported that you

were paying a little too
much attention to his wife

at the casino opening.

I was paying attention
to the bruises he gave her.

I hope for her sake
she and her son

are very far away.

A neighbor reported seeing you
drop the boy off near his house

a day before his mother and him
disappeared.

We need to search
your apartment.

I have no authority off the Res,
but Walt does.

Come on, Henry.

Just let us take
a quick look inside,

and we'll leave you alone.

I told you, they are not here.
You should trust me.

I do.

Then why are you still insisting

on going up to my apartment?

'Cause right now, a whole lot
of people don't trust me.

Buy you another?

Jess.

Thanks.

I wanted to thank you
for your help on this case.

Work keeps me
on the right side of the grass.

Sorry to hear about
them pretty girls going to jail.

News travels.

I haven't said it, but...

...I'm sorry about Barlow.

After you shot Barlow,

I cogitated on all the ways

I could have been
a better brother.

Maybe if I'd done more,
spent more time with him,

Branch would be alive,

Martha would be alive.

You believe that?

I'll tell you what I believe.

My brother would have been
a good man

if somebody had been there
to shoot him

every minute of his life.