All language subtitles for Longmire S04E07 Highway Robbery_track3_[eng]

Hey, do you know
where my new shirt is?

The blue one.
I can't seem to find it.

Well, how hard are you looking?

I'm looking
where the shirts are.

Well, obviously
you're not looking

where all the shirts are.

I'm so sorry.

You were supposed to
do the dishes last night.

I think I know how to make it up
to you.

I doubt that's possible.

Huh.

♪♪ So I drink
my Tennessee whiskey ♪♪

Oh, man.

And --

♪♪ And I sip my Texas beer ♪♪

♪♪ Smoke my cigarette all -- ♪♪

Holy shit.

Help me.

Help me.

Sheriff's Department.

Yeah, uh, hey, we have
an incident in progress

on county 52, mile marker 13.

Who is this?

Sheriff, is -- is that you?

Uh, it's Travis Murphy.

You got to get out here.

Something bad happened.

Hey.

What the hell's going on,
Travis?

You know, you -- you hear people
talk about highway robbery,

and I-I never really thought
about where that term came from.

It's just...

Well, it's this, just getting
robbed on the highway.

How much you had to drink?

I'm not really sure
how that's relevant right now.

I'm just being a Good Samaritan.

There's a...

There's a dead guy over there.

You said on the phone
he was injured.

It's a different guy.
The injured guy's in my car.

Look, I-I didn't know

that there was a dead guy
when I called you.

He's been shot.

In the head.

Just tell me
what you know, Travis.

One second.
Um...

Okay, uh, Peter Hoyt
and Jerry Napek were, uh,

driving back from the casino
around 12:22

when their car
got run off the road.

Two guys got out of the vehicle
with, uh, guns.

Uh, Jerry says that, um --
that they were just after money

and that, uh, Peter started
acting like he was tough and...

...they shot him.

And this is Peter Hoyt?

I think so.
I-I mean, it must be.

I-I didn't check for I.D.
or anything.

I didn't want to mess up
the crime scene.

That's Jerry Napek in your car
back there?

Yeah.

He's, uh -- He's still
pretty freaked out.

Uh, he says that they threatened
to shoot him, too,

but he wound up just giving them
all of his money,

and they took his crutches
and just left him here.

His crutches?

Yeah.
He's a cripple.

Is -- Is that offensive?

- Yep.
- Sorry.

Um, here, you can keep these.

Is this a grocery list?

Shit. Yeah.
Forgot about that.

Uh, but the rest of that stuff,
it might come in handy.

Thanks.

Man.

This is heavy.

Yeah, it is.

They knocked
on the window with a gun,

and, uh, they yelled at Peter
to give them all his money.

But he just won pretty big
at the casino,

and so he didn't want
to give it up.

And then they pulled him
out of the car.

It's all right, Mr. Napek.

Mr. Napek, I, uh,

found some Pringles
and some water if you're hungry.

Here.

You think you could, uh,
describe the men who did this?

I-I was just so scared.

I was just trying
to keep my head down.

I thought they were
gonna kill me, too.

Why do you think they didn't?

I think when they saw
my condition,

they didn't think of me
as much of a threat.

They just took my crutches and
my phone and they left me here.

I had to crawl for help.

I didn't --
I didn't know where I was

or if I was even going
in the right direction.

I tried to save Peter.

I tried.

But I couldn't save him.

Well, well, well.

What brings you
to Hector's wall?

Hello, Mathias.

I've been wondering
who's been resurrecting

the myth of Hector,

and I suppose it makes sense
it would be the guy

who was basically responsible
for his death.

I do not know what you
are talking about.

Bullshit.

I know someone's been picking up
Hector's notes.

It looks like you are.

It's been about the only way

for me to find out what's
happening on the Res anymore.

So, is filling Hector's shoes

your way of atoning
for your sins?

I am not here to pick up
Hector's notes.

I am here to leave one for him.

This is private.

Between you and a ghost?
Unh-unh.

As soon as someone
started answering these

and breaking the law to do it,

this became my business.

You're assuming I am asking
Hector to break the law.

No, I'm assuming
you're bullshitting me

and that really isn't
a letter to Hector.

You don't strike me as one
of those superstitious Indians

who believes in spirits.

But you do seem
self-righteous enough

to think that you could
take Hector's place.

You do not honestly believe I am
trying to be the new Hector.

The longer you refuse to show me
that letter, the more I do.

This new Hector copycat

is making my job
even more difficult.

It's been hard enough
to rebuild trust

after the way Malachi
ran this department.

Now the people trust
this vigilante more than me.

I'm gonna shut him down.

But if he can take care of this
first?

More power to him.

Whoa.

Made it in before the new guy.

Zachary's in Cheyenne.

What for?

Uh, training seminar?

Vic.

Yeah?

- I need you to take a statement.
- Okay. Whose?

Mine.

What'd he do this time?

Saved a man's life.

Travis was the first witness
at the scene of a robbery.

One man's dead,
and his friend's at the hospital

being checked out.

Ferg, victim's name
was Peter Hoyt.

Here's his license-plate number.

Find out what you can --
address, employer, next of kin.

I'd do it myself,

but I told the survivor
I'd give him a ride home

after he's done at the E.R.

Got it.

So, uh, do you need me
to swear in or anything?

He all right?

He's got a few scrapes,
maybe a little dehydrated.

Doctors got some fluids in him.

This guy's been through
a lot worse than that.

Yeah. Even so,
he was pretty shaken up.

They, uh,
gave him some sedatives.

Ah!

I feel like I have lost a step.

I read that boxing
is an all-around great workout,

but I lack the discipline
to train on my own.

You're in luck.

I'm running
a midlife-crisis special.

For 100 bucks a month,

I'll turn you into the best
over-40 boxer on the Res,

present company excepted.

I'll find you some gloves.

Here. Tape up.

So, Jack, maybe you can help me
settle a bet.

My friend and I were watching
a Burt Reynolds movie.

Burt popped a guy in the mouth
and knocked out a tooth.

My friend said
that could not happen.

I disagreed.
Who is right?

Depends on how bad the teeth are
and how good the punch.

Is there any particular
technique,

any part of the mouth
that is especially vulnerable?

After you warm up,
I'll show you.

Henry.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

Hey, Sheriff, do me a favor.
Warm him up.

I've got some things
to take care of in my office.

Yeah. That sounds like the
Peter Hoyt I'm talking about.

Sure.
I'll hold.

I still can't get over it.

You know, the guy,
he can't walk,

and he dragged himself almost
three miles just to get help.

I mean, most people
would have quit.

Okay, focus, Travis.

Right.
Uh, sorry.

Is that Peter Hoyt's blood
on you?

Wow. Um...

Yeah, I-I guess, uh --

I guess that's from when
the sheriff and I

were moving his body
over to the Bronco.

It could also be Jerry's because
I-I carried him over to my car.

He was pretty bloody, too.

You ever get used to it?

Dead bodies and all that?

After a few years, sure.

Don't listen to him, Travis.

If death stops getting to you,
you should quit.

So, what is the latest

with the case against those men
who raped Gab?

There is no case.

Victim won't file charges
or talk, so nothing I can do.

Not to mention I got a mugging
and a murder last night,

someone leaving that casino,
so...

Is that why you are here?

No.

Actually, I had
a very strange dream last night.

Felt like it meant something.

I am not much of a Freudian.

Well, I was looking for a more
traditional interpretation.

Didn't your grandmother
do a lot of that stuff?

What kind of dream was it?

I was looking for a shirt.

Were there any spirit animals
in your dream?

An owl? A wolf?

- Nope.
- One of your ancestors?

Nope.

Well, then I cannot help you.

Maybe you should see
a psychiatrist.

What happened to your nose?

Started bleeding.

So, what'd we find out
about our shooting victim?

Well, turns out the deceased,
Peter Hoyt,

was just released from prison
a couple weeks ago.

So, what was he in for?

Assault in Sheridan
eight years ago.

Served eight years?

That's just two years shy
of the max.

Must have been serious.

Find any next of kin?

His parents live in Ranchwood.

The car's actually registered
to them.

Well, someone
needs to notify them.

I should probably
head to Sheridan,

see if I can find any details
about that assault

might shine a light on this.

Um, I could go
and see his parents.

Why don't you take the Charger?

It's no good doing
a notification in a Trans Am.

Excuse me.

- Is Dr. Monaghan available?
- Do you have an appointment?

- No.
- Then no.

You need to call
and make an appointment.

Unless it's an emergency.

Is it an emergency?

Don't worry.
It's not bad. Um...

I was in Sheridan on business,

and, um, I just dropped by
to apologize.

Oh.

For what?

Accusing me of drug trafficking?

I guess that about sums it up,
yeah.

Okay, well, let's hear it, then.

What?

Your apology for accusing me
of drug trafficking.

Didn't I just do that?

Is it hard for you
to admit you're wrong?

Isn't it hard for everybody?

So

I'm sorry that I accused you
of drug trafficking.

It's just, you know,

there were stolen drugs
at your church meeting,

same drugs that I saw here,

and, uh, well,
you can see how that looked.

So, you're sorry but not really.

I'm sorry.

Completely.

You didn't deserve that,

especially given
all the good you do.

Okay.
Thank you, Sheriff.

Do you want an apology receipt
or something?

Mr. Hoyt?

Yeah? What do you want?

I need to talk to you
about your son, Peter.

Can you guys just leave him
alone, all right?

He's done his time.

It's -- It's not it, sir.

He's not here.
He went to visit his friend.

I don't know when he'll be back.

Sir.

Peter's not coming back.

Your son and his friend
were robbed last night,

and during the course
of the robbery,

your son, Peter, he was shot.

Oh, God.

What about Jerry?
Is Jerry okay?

Uh, Jerry's alive.

Thank God.

Thank God.

So, I-I guess --
I guess you know Jerry?

Oh, I do.

Jerry was our family's friend.

Maybe the best we've ever had.
You're sure he's okay?

I-I gather that he's
a little shaken up.

But, yeah, he's -- he's okay.

Uh, sir, I, uh --
I know that this is a shock.

Um, but I need you
to understand.

Your son, Peter, he's dead.

Yeah, I know.

I was just -- You sound more
concerned about his friend.

It's terrible to say, but, um...

I think you're right.

Pete was in prison.
He became a stranger.

Jerry was here... with us.

He lifted up our spirits.

He moved heaven and earth
to get Pete out of prison.

That was
just a couple weeks ago?

His fourth parole hearing.

And, uh, I-I don't think
Pete would have survived

if they'd made him
serve his full sentence,

so thanks to Jerry,

he got to enjoy a little bit
of freedom before...

before he died.

Peter Hoyt,
aggravated assault, 2007.

He entered a sporting-goods
store with a.45

and told the manager
to hand over all the cash.

Got about 750 bucks, then he
shot the manager in the gut.

Then Hoyt shot him again...
in the back.

- So a thief and a coward.
- Yep.

And the only thing that kept him

from being
a cold-blooded murderer

is that the clerk
somehow survived.

- Accomplices?
- Uh...

Nope.

He was just one of those guys

who gets a gun and feels like
he ought to use it.

Anything unusual
about the victim?

Besides the fact
that he survived two bullets?

No.

Working stiff, married, no kids.

What's his name?

Um... Jerry Napek.

Hey. Can I come in?

I was just about to leave.

I can't do this anymore.

Do what?

Waiting tables.

Waiting for the next
six-figure job to just show up,

Waiting for my life
to suddenly kick into gear.

I need to do something
with my life.

How can I help?

Okay.

There's basically two
legal practices in Durant.

One of them doesn't need me,
and the other one hates me,

so I was thinking about the Res.

What about the Res?

I-I think I could do
really good work there.

I mean, I could help people
like Gab.

And I was hoping
that you would introduce me

to whoever provides
legal services to the Res.

Henry, I don't care
about the money.

I'll volunteer my time.

But at least then I'd be
doing something... important.

Do not waste your time.

The people do not trust lawyers
from the outside.

And anytime a well-intentioned
activist shows up,

it usually takes
less than six months

for them to learn
there is nothing they can do.

- Henry, I'm willing to try.
- That is your choice.

But you and I have both seen how
the legal system serves the Res.

And I cannot in good conscience

encourage you
to throw your life away

tilting at that
particular windmill.

Oh, hey, Sheriff.

Welcome to the Taj Mahal.

How are you, Jerry?

Well, I can't feel my legs.

Come on back.

So, I understand your friendship
with Peter Hoyt

was a little complicated.

Oh. That.

Yeah. That.

So, you want to know

how I could be friends
with a man who shot me twice,

permanently destroyed
my digestive system,

and took away the use
of my legs.

I do.

I had no choice.

I know that sounds crazy,

but you got to understand

I know what it's like
to live the other way.

During Pete's trial and about
three years after that,

I was so consumed
with hate for him,

I didn't have room
for anything else in my life.

I lost my wife.
I lost my job.

You know what it's like when
the only thing you can think of

from the second you wake up
in the morning

until you medicate yourself
to sleep at night is hate?

I can imagine.

I don't think you can.

It's hell.

I would have killed myself
if I hadn't met Father Donahue.

He taught me about forgiveness.

He just made me understand that
as long as I hated Pete Hoyt,

he had control of my life

and that forgiving him
wasn't weakness.

It was a gift
I was giving to myself.

And when I stopped
spending all my time hating him,

I had time to focus
on some other things,

like getting out of this chair,
like living.

So you advocated for his release
at his parole hearing?

I did.

He made a mistake,
and he paid for it.

Keeping him in prison
wasn't doing anything

but keeping me from moving on.

Forgiveness can set everybody
free, Sheriff.

Well, it takes a big man
to think that way.

Well, it doesn't happen
overnight.

But when it does, it opens up
a whole world of possibilities.

I just wish that Pete had, um --

had more time
to experience that.

Well, I'm sure he was grateful
for the time you got him.

You think?

I do.

Sheriff, can I ask you a favor?
And you can say no.

Go ahead.

I see people put these memorials
out by the side of the road,

and, uh, I made this for Pete.

And I was wondering if maybe
you had some time this week

that maybe you could drive me
out to where it happened

and I could, uh --
I could put this up for him.

I can do that.

You call Ruby at the station.
We'll set it up.

What the hell do you want?

Well, I was gonna offer my help,

but not
if you're gonna yell at me.

Wait.

Sorry.

What?

The boss in?

This is not
an isolated incident.

I've had three
in the last two weeks.

How do you know they're related?

I don't, but it seems like
it's worth checking out.

Three people win big
at the casino,

then as they're driving off,
they get pulled over and robbed.

- Anybody die?
- No.

All the victims describe
the attacks the same way?

Only one victim
has come forward.

So, how do you know
that there are three crimes?

Well, that's a long story.

It's also not an answer.

Afraid it'll have to be.

Look, I'm trying
to help you guys out.

We close your case,
I close three of mine.

Except you only have one.

Sue Smart, last Thursday night.

Terry Thurlow, the Saturday
before that at 2:00 a.m.

And Joe Lone Elk, not sure
what day, but before dawn.

So, why do you need my help?

Because I'm having
a harder and harder time

getting people to take me
seriously on the Res.

And you have a murder.

People pay attention
to a murder.

Our surviving victim
was pretty traumatized.

Maybe these folks
remember some more details.

Maybe you and I
ought to do this together.

Lone Elk.

I want to talk to you
about what happened

when you were leaving the casino
a while back.

Yeah? What happened?

You went to the casino,
and you won a few hundred bucks,

and you got mugged.

Well, the Lord giveth,
Lord taketh away.

Wasn't the Lord, though,

who ran you off the road
and robbed you at gunpoint.

How you know about that?

Why don't you tell us
what happened?

Why?
You seem to know it all.

Not yet.
How many of them were there?

Two.

- Can you describe them?
- Nope.

You didn't see them, or you
don't want to describe them?

Look, it happened.
It's done.

Way I see it,
I was being punished

for trying to take a shortcut.

What kind of shortcut?

Took out a loan at the casino.

Instead of working to try
to pay it back, I played craps.

What do you mean, you took
a loan out at the casino?

Exactly that.

It's easier than the bank.
There's no paperwork.

How big a loan?

$500.

Won it all back that night, too.

I should have paid off that loan
right away.

I should have known
it was too good to be true.

I'm not supposed to be gambling.
I'm in a program.

I was meant to work
for that money,

which is what I'm doing now.

Hear you get $3 or $4 a pound
for good copper.

Really?

That's interesting.

Okay, I will, um --

I will ask Ms. Smart about that

when I finally get a chance
to talk to her.

- Okay. Bye.
- Wait. Come on. Please?

Sit down.

Hey, I could use the company.

I'm still a little freaked out
about what happened earlier.

I've never seen a dead guy
before.

Please?

So, what's going on
with my case?

I mean, have we found the guy
who killed Peter Hoyt yet?

Uh, no, we didn't
catch anybody yet.

Well, what do you think, then?

I mean, do you think
that it was just a random thing,

or did he actually know the guy?

We don't know shit, Travis.

Only that it's probably not
an isolated incident

and that it most likely
has something to do

with the casino
and loan-sharking.

Wait.
Loan-sharking?

You're saying there's
loan sharks here in Absaroka?

I guess. Walt just interviewed
one of the victims,

and he said he took a loan out
at the casino.

Look, I am really tired,

and I have to interview
a witness at the crack of dawn,

so I am gonna go home.

You know what? I should probably
go, too. I'll walk you out.

Please... don't.

Shit.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- How are you?
- Good.

- You want some coffee?
- Yes, please.

So, Sue Smart took out a loan
at the casino, too.

She say who she dealt with?

Well, maybe Ferg
will have more luck. Okay.

Thanks, Vic.

You're here early.

Yep.
I guess I am.

There's a lot going on.

Murder and serial muggings,
so...

Don't lie to me, Walter.

I know you slept here
last night.

And the night before that.

Well, I never said I didn't.

And I know everything
that's going on in this office.

I know that.

So, I know you were using
my computer last night.

Well, actually,
it's the department's computer.

And you were Googling
a Dr. Donna Sue Monaghan.

I was just doing
some follow-up --

No, you were doing
an image search.

Walter Longmire, what do you
think Martha would say

if she could look down
and see you right now?

She'd say, "I'm bored."

Sleeping in a jail cell,
brooding,

never cracking a smile.

- I smile.
- If you like her, ask her out.

I won't tell anyone.

Good morning!

What do you want, Travis?

Uh, I need to have a little
confab with the sheriff.

Here I am.

Hey, can we have a little bit
of privacy?

Nope. What is it?

Well, thought
you might like to know

that you now have someone
on the inside.

Inside of what?

The casino.

Well, I heard that you thought
that the Peter Hoyt murder

might have something
to do with loan-sharking,

so I, uh -- I went down to the
casino and I took out a loan.

Who told you
that the Peter Hoyt murder

had anything to do
with loan-sharking?

I don't know that that's really
all that important right now.

I may have, uh, inadvertently
mentioned something.

Okay, Serpico.
Tell me about your loan.

All right, so, I let it slip
at the craps table

that I was could really
use a loan.

Around 3:00 a.m.,
this dude approaches me

and tells me he can put me
in contact with somebody.

Tells me to go to
the second-floor men's room,

uh, third stall from the left,

and that my contact
would occupy the second stall.

You took out a loan
in the men's restroom?

Yeah. $1,200 at, uh,
20% due next week.

- 20% in a week?
- I know.

Can you believe that people
actually fall for that crap?

- Well, you did.
- No, I didn't.

I'm working as an informant.

Could you I.D.
the man that gave you the loan?

Well, um, see, our transaction
was stall to stall,

so I didn't see his face
in the bathroom.

Did you get a name
or a nickname, anything?

Not at that moment, but --

So, the information
that you dug up

is that you can get a bad loan?

Look, I said I didn't see
his face in the bathroom,

but I saw his boots.

They were ostrich, blue.

I mean, they made a statement.

And I recognized them from
earlier at the craps table.

They belong
to this big Indian dude,

guy named, uh, Darren or --
or Julius.

- Was it Darius?
- Yes. Darius.

Scary-looking dude.

So, um, how do I go about
getting reimbursed?

Do I talk to Ruby or what?

Why don't you just return
the money that you borrowed?

Look, I had to sell my cover,
so I, uh -- I spent it.

What the hell
did you spend $1,200 on?

Craps.

Hi.

My name is Cady L--

Cady.
Is Mathias here?

Some white girl to see you.

Let me see if I understand.

You want to help me clear
my case backlog for free.

I want to provide legal services

to people who otherwise
wouldn't get them,

whether they need a prosecutor
or a defender.

For free?

Well, I'm -- I'm not looking
to get rich.

Then you've come
to the right place.

Look, I'm trained as a lawyer,
and I'm tending bar.

And even if I weren't,

the more I learn about most law,

the more I realize
it's not for me.

But the Gabriella Langton rape

showed me a way in which
I could use my education

that won't make me hate myself.

You Longmires are a strange lot.

These are cases we forwarded
to the feds

and that they declined to pursue
either for lack of funds...

...lack of evidence...

...or just plain lack
of interest.

You can have them for an hour.

Make copies, bring them back.

Thank you.

I should take a picture
right now

and write "before"
underneath it.

It was right here.

Well, how can you tell?
There's no landmarks.

Sure there are.

See that bird's nest?

You want to mark the exact spot?

So, Jerry, you said
you were robbed by two men.

Could one of them
have been Cheyenne?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Were they big men? Small?

Oh, big.

And one of them
might have had long hair.

Did you or Peter take out a loan
at the casino?

- I didn't.
- What about Peter?

Were you two together
the whole time?

Yeah, except when he went
to the bathroom.

There's some other folks
also got mugged.

They gave us some details.

Could this man
have been one of your attackers?

Could be.

Can I help you?

Do you have any pliers

that are a little more delicate
than this?

Don't want your pliers
too delicate.

Those there are guaranteed
for 25 years.

Yes, but I need
something narrower

to work in small spaces.

I may have some in the back.

- Hello?
- Hi, Henry.

I'm putting Walt through.

Go ahead, Walt.

Henry, I need to find someone.

Who?

Darius Burns,
uh, Malachi's thug.

Remember I told you
I have this robbery homicide?

Well, I just found out that
Joe Lone Elk was robbed, too.

He took out a loan from
the casino before he got mugged.

Turns out he got the cash
from Darius,

and now Darius has been
tentatively I.D.'d

as one of the gunmen
by another victim,

so any idea
where I might find Darius?

As a matter of fact, yes.
My office at the Red Pony.

Is he there right now?

I cannot say for sure.
The door is closed.

But he is usually around
at this time of day.

Thanks, Henry.
I'll see you in a few.

Sir?

I think these will do.

So, you can't describe
anything about them at all?

No, I didn't get a look
at either of them.

Look, if you hear anything else,
do not hesitate to call.

All righty, here we go.
3 on 13.

Not a problem there, boss man.

22. Not a problem.

Here we go, guys.
Here we go.

Red 30.
Wise choice, boss.

All righty, no more bets, guys.
No more bets.

Ferguson.

Monte.

What are you doing here?

I was checking out
the new casino.

Got a little time on my hands.
What about you?

You guys still got two deputies
patrolling the whole county?

Uh, well, three.

Yeah, uh, Walt ended up
hiring Zachary Heflin.

Unbelievable.

He told Zachary and me both
he wasn't hiring either of us.

Is that usually, uh
a part of his M.O., lying?

Just probably
a misunderstanding.

I was there.
Clear as a bell.

Usually play those kind
of head games?

Look, uh, the sheriff,
he's a secretive guy.

He doesn't always tell you
what he's thinking or doing

or even why.

But, uh, he's a good man.

Really?

Black 26!

I'm gonna get out your hair.
I'm bad luck for you.

Please make it fast, Sheriff.

Where were you two nights ago?

What time?

Between midnight and 3:00 a.m.

At the casino.

You didn't leave at any point?

Nope.

You loan anybody money recently?

No.

So you're not loaning money
at high rates

out of the casino bathroom?

No. That sounds both illegal
and unsanitary.

I have witnesses
that say different.

About my alibi
or about the bathroom loans?

Both.

Did they describe me?

Yep.

Dark skin, long hair,
scary-looking,

talked in an Indian accent?

Here's what they said.

They owed you money
from illegal loans.

They won it back at the casino
on the way out.

They got mugged, probably by you
or one of Malachi's other guys.

So, you got your money back, and
they still think they owe you.

And I'm guessing
you raised the interest rates

when they didn't make
the payments on time.

"Guessing"?

Am I under arrest for something?

Then don't let the door
hit you in the ass.

The sheriff,
he's a secretive guy.

He doesn't always tell you what
he's thinking or doing or why.

Well, this is
a funny coincidence.

Well, I knew that you, uh,
had your group, uh, today,

so I, um...

All right, Sheriff.
What is this, hmm?

I assume you have a reason

for tracking me down
twice in two days,

but you seem to not want
to share it with me.

Well, earlier I was apologizing.

No. You weren't.

No, I was.

I wasn't. Uh...

I guess I, um...

I-I guess I really, um,
didn't, um -- didn't, um...

I mean, I did, um, somewhere
in the back of, um, my mind.

But I, uh, was, um...

It's been a long time.

I'd, uh --

I just feel we got off
on the wrong foot, obviously.

Um, I was hoping
you would forget about that,

and, uh, I'd like to ask you

if you'd like to go for dinner
with me.

There. I said it.

I mean, sometime soon.

My God, that was excruciating.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

It was like watching you pass
a kidney stone or something.

It's been a very long time
for me.

What do you say?

Well, I, um...

Well, I, um...

I think I'm gonna pass.

Oh.

Look, I know, um --
I know you must be mad at me.

No, no, no, that's not it.
That's not it.

I know that you were just trying
to do your job, okay?

But, you know, I just --
I-I spend --

I spend all day

trying to convince manly men
like yourself that --

that, you know, they should
deal with their emotions,

and I just don't want to do
the same thing on my free time.

So...

But that was very sweet.

♪♪ I'm hitting the road
with no suitcase ♪♪

♪♪ Nobody knows where I'm going ♪♪

♪♪ Nobody knows where I'm from ♪♪

Hello?

The man who was mugged,
you said it was Joe Lone Elk?

Yeah. Why?

'Cause he just walked into
my office...

...my former office --
with Darius.

And he looked scared.

Darius claims to have an alibi
for the time of the mugging.

Not that I believe him.

There is someone else with
him -- a man named Lane Potter.

He is not a very good person.

How do you know him?

Only by reputation.

But the fact that he is friends
with Darius

confirms what I've heard.

You think this Lane Potter
works for Darius?

It certainly looks that way.

Thanks, Henry.

Mom! Door!

Well, look who's here.

Ms. Murphy,
I was, uh, wondering --

I'm surprised you have the nerve
to show your face at this house.

Do you have any idea
how hard Travis worked

to get ready
for your job interview,

how much it meant to him?

And you wouldn't even
give him a chance.

I appreciate
your son's passion --

Oh, you most certainly do not.

Mom! Who is it?

Sheriff High Horse.

Let him in.

Why? So he can come here
and trample your dreams?

Mom! Please!

I'm sorry about that, Sheriff.

My mom can be, uh,
a little overprotective.

There you go.

So, uh, what's up?

I just need to, um,
clarify a few things

about your, uh -- your notes.

Yeah, absolutely.

You wrote 12:22.

Is that the time
you encountered, uh, Jerry,

or was that
when he was attacked?

Uh...

Maybe. Uh...

Maybe it's when we arrived
back at the car.

Uh-huh.

What about this one?

It says "car."

Did Jerry give a description

of the car
that ran him off the road?

Maybe?

Come on, Travis.

Now we got a new suspect,
man named Lane Potter.

He drives a blue Honda.

Is there any chance that you
and Jerry talked about the car?

Okay.
I remember now. Car.

Um, he was just saying
that it wasn't the car

that drove him off the road.

Well, that's what -- He wasn't
talking about that car.

Okay.
What was it?

Well, Jerry was saying
that he wishes

that he'd have driven
his own car that night,

that things might have turned
out a little bit differently

if, uh, his buddy didn't wind up
having to drive him home.

Thanks, Travis.

Yeah.

Those are so
you can kick my ass.

Henry.

I was an idiot earlier,
and I am sorry.

I thought I owed you
an explanation.

No. You don't.

I get it.

And after what happened
with Gab,

it'd be weird if you weren't
a little cynical.

Well, you came in with
a big heart trying to help,

and I just rained all over
your idealism.

It's okay.

Come in.
I'll get you a beer.

Thanks.

I was just feeling powerless
and frustrated.

I know the feeling.

That's why I was trying
to do something.

So, what happens
with a case like Gab's

when the victim
will not testify?

Does it just... go away?

Those two guys -- Does anything
at all show up on their records?

No.
They go scot-free.

Do you still have your files?

On the rape case?
Yeah.

Are there... pictures
of Gab's assailants?

I think so.
Why?

I was wondering
if I could see them.

I find myself looking at
every man who comes into the bar

and imagining he is one of them.

It is difficult to provide
quality customer service

under those circumstances.

Here you go.

Oh, I'll get you that beer.

You need some help?

Oh. Hey, Sheriff.
I didn't hear you drive up.

I parked up the road a bit.

I didn't want to disturb you.

I didn't want you to run off.

No danger of that.

Right.

I guess I meant to say
I didn't want you to drive off.

Oh.

Anyway, I got to thinking

that this cross was a little
too close to the road.

I was afraid somebody
might knock it down.

I'm thinking I'm gonna build
a little grotto here

so that Pete's father and family

can come by
and light candles for him.

At night when it's all lit up,
that's gonna be beautiful.

Can you hand me
that cross there?

Why'd you lie to me, Jerry?

Why'd you say you needed a ride
out here?

You got a car.

Those hand controls...

how do they work?

Push down to brake, pull back
towards you to accelerate.

I just got it out of the shop.

You got a receipt for that work?

Your car wasn't in the shop.

You needed me --
not to drive you,

to show you
where the shooting happened.

Well, yes, so I could
put my cross up.

No. So you could find
what you left behind that night.

What?

You were never robbed, Jerry.

Of course we were,

just like those other people
you told me about.

You shot Peter Hoyt.

Oh, well.

It was worth a try.

I never really thought
I'd get away with it

until you told me about
those other robberies.

So, what happened that night?

I told him to pull over

'cause I was having a problem
with my colostomy bag.

And when he came around to the
side of the car to help me out,

I shot him right in the face.

For this?

I don't think you killed him
for $3,000.

No.

Then why don't you tell me why?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe the colostomy bag.

Or the chronic nightmares.

Or the itch I imagine
in my dead, useless foot.

I had a lot of reasons, Sheriff.

I just knew
I was never gonna be okay

until I erased him
from this earth.

And then I got to thinking

that that $3,000 would come
in handy for my medical bills.

But that was kind of stupid.

So you never forgave him.

I'm not so sure
forgiveness exists.

People talk about it a lot.

It always seems like they're
trying to talk themselves

into believing something
they know is horseshit.

You put on a pretty good act.

His family thinks
you were his friend.

You testified
at his parole hearing.

I had to.

I was getting scared
that he was gonna die in prison.

And I don't know what I would
have done if that had happened.

Planning his death
was all that kept me alive.

Father Donahue told me

that forgiveness
would bring me peace.

He was wrong.

I never forgave that asshole.

But I'm at peace now.

♪♪ All our sweetest sins ♪♪

♪♪ Carry them till our ends ♪♪

♪♪ They made you ♪♪

♪♪ And they made me ♪♪

♪♪ They say the dark will grow ♪♪

♪♪ In my eyes, across our skies,
it wrote ♪♪

♪♪ Yeah, it wrote ♪♪

Hey, Ferg, I got a man
in custody in your car.

I need you and Vic
to come pick him up.

I'm near mile marker 10.

They'll be along soon enough.

It's all good.

♪♪ Ooh ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh ♪♪

So, uh, Ruby called me.

She said it was an emergency.

I didn't say emergency.

Well, she did.

Well, Ruby can, uh,
be a bit dramatic sometimes.

And this isn't dramatic?

Sitting out here
on the side of the road

having some sweet, old lady
do your bidding?

Sheriff, are you afraid
to call me yourself?

I don't own a cellphone.

Really?

Oh.

All right, well, if this isn't
an emergency, then what is this?

Well, I was just out for a walk.
Um, I was doing some thinking.

I wanted to talk,
so I had Ruby call you for me.

I see. Well, that's
very high-school of you.

Tell you what,
if you want to talk,

why don't you try calling
and making an appointment?

I killed a man.

When?

Couple of months ago.

You ever read John Donne?

Mm-hmm.
In college.

I remember a poem about a flea,
but it was really about sex.

Different poem.

"Every man's death
diminishes me,

for I am involved in Mankind."

It always made sense to me.

Till a couple of months ago.

What was his name?

Barlow.

I shot him.

Twice.

But his death
didn't diminish me.

It... lifted a weight off of me.

And you feel guilty about that?

Well, I feel guilty
about not feeling guilty.

Why are you
talking about this now?

I just met this guy
who did something wrong

for understandable reasons,
and...

he has no regrets.

None.

I wish I could feel that way.

Did you do something wrong?

No.

No.

Man I killed deserved it.

I feel better now he's gone,
lighter, more at ease.

This is you at ease?

This is me at ease.

I even have dreams
from time to time now.

Some pretty good ones.

So, you feel bad
about feeling good, hmm?

Isn't that just feeling bad?

No, I don't think so.

I think that you have
forgiven yourself

for something
that you consider unforgivable.

Well, it is unforgivable.

To kill another man,
that's never okay.

But you said he deserved it.

He did.

Did you do anything illegal?

The FBI cleared me, so...

Well, then.

It feels strange.

Of course it does.

Forgiveness isn't a natural
thing for most people.

But I guess
you're not most people.

You were seriously
just gonna let me drive away?

You have no car.