All language subtitles for Longmire S04E08 Hector Lives_track3_[eng]

Zachary?

What you doing?

The drawers stick.

- Not for me, they didn't.
- Morning, Ruby.

Sticky drawers.

Okay.

- Um, you missed a call.
- Who?

- 10 minutes ago.
- Thanks.

Ruby, who was it?

- Hmm?
- Who was it?

None of your business.

This is Deputy Moretti.

Hey. Good to hear your voice.

- What's going on?
- Work.

Yeah, me too. Actually, that's,
uh -- that's why I'm calling.

Looks like your department
put a flag on a Will Balint.

Name ring a bell?

Yeah, it does.
Why? What'd he do?

He died.

Sheriff Wilkins
isn't at the office.

He's already headed
to the Cumberland County morgue.

Tell him we'll meet him there.

We'll meet him there.

So, what brings you
to Cumberland County?

This guy.

I called them, Sheriff.

I had to
'cause they never call me.

So, how did he die?

Oil-rig accident.

Overhead pipe slid loose
from its chain,

struck him on the back
of the head, knocking him out.

Fell face first into some mud,
suffocated.

How deep was the mud?

Three inches.

Seriously?

Well, if you're unconscious,

that's plenty deep
to block your air passage.

Yeah.

Anyone see this happen?

No.

They didn't even find the guy

until one of the next fellas
came on shift.

By then, it was too late.

What makes you so damn
interested in him, anyway?

Will Balint is a suspect
in a recent rape case.

Seems suspicious
he now shows up dead.

Well, hell,
he's an oil rigger, Walt.

Newett Energy's actually got a
better safety record than most.

But with that drill
turning 24/7,

there's bound to be accidents.

Remind me, Jim. You still owe me
a favor, or is it my turn?

I lent you Eamonn, so I reckon
the next favor comes from you.

Might have to make it two, then.

Would you mind if I looked
around that oil rig a bit?

It's not your county, Walt.

I know that.

But if this death is the result

of something that happened
in my county,

I can't help but feel
some responsibility here.

All right.
You go take your look.

But I'm sending Deputy O'Neill
here along as an escort.

I know how you get, Walt.

I don't want you forgetting

that oil company provides
a lot of revenue

and a lot of jobs
in this county.

Will was a good worker.

Hell, he was better than good.
He was outstanding.

That's why I just promoted him
to assistant driller.

What was Will's
previous position?

Roughneck.

Are those the guys
whose job it is

to physically force young girls
into having sexual intercourse?

Those charges were dropped.

Or does, uh,
"innocent until proven guilty"

only hold true in, uh,
Cumberland County?

Walker, we're all just trying
to do our jobs here.

And our friends from Absaroka,

they're here with
Sheriff Wilkins' blessing,

so I need you to be
as forthcoming with them

as you were with us.

Of course.
My apologies.

Just a little unsettling
to lose one of your own.

You know how that is,
don't you, Sheriff?

Who found the body?

Trot Simic.

Trot!

Get up here,
tell 'em what you know.

Uh, I clocked in, and I walked
up here to start my shift.

And I saw, uh,
Will laying in the mud.

- Was he dead when you found him?
- Yeah.

I mean, I tried to clear
his airway and do CPR,

you know, just in case,
but, uh, I couldn't remember

how many breaths for each push
and...

There ain't nothing
you could do.

Don't beat yourself up on this.

Yeah.

Where did this accident happen,
Trot?

Trot found Will
right down there,

30-foot pipe right beside him.

I don't know
if he got hit down there

or if he got knocked
off the platform.

So you just
tossed Will Balint's body aside

so you all could just
get back to work?

Look, everybody knows
what they're getting into here.

It's a dangerous job.
People get hurt.

That's why it pays what it pays.

But if we were
to stop production

every time there was
an on-site accident,

however sad, we'd immediately
start hemorrhaging

hundreds of thousands
of dollars.

We'd all be out of a job.

Speaking of which,
that's enough gossip, boys!

Go on!
Get back to work!

Just so you know,
we did document the scene

and take statements
before Sheriff Wilkins

gave the okay for production
to start back up again.

So you think it was an accident?

I do.

Clearly you don't.

What is it? Just the coincidence
of the timing?

Walt doesn't believe
in coincidence.

There was also the matter
of that promotion.

Well, sure.
Guy's new at his job,

he's more likely
to make a mistake.

Especially if he leapfrogs
all the way up

from roughneck
to assistant driller in one day.

Is that weird?

Me and Henry
spent most of our 20s

working rigs up in Prudhoe Bay.

All those years,
I never saw anybody

get made up
from roughneck to A.D.

without being a derrickman
for at least a couple years.

So, what's so special
about Will Balint

to make him the exception?

Well, let me take a look
at these guys' work records

and performance reviews.

That might explain things.

How you gonna manage that?

I'll just tell them
they can comply

with Cumberland's
modest request,

or I'll sic these two
Absaroka hardasses on them.

Henry?

Hello, Cady.

You look nice.

Thank you.
You don't.

Car trouble.

So, what is the occasion?

I'm going to meet a client

from one of the case files
that Mathias gave me.

Someone set fire
to Collin Burnside's house,

so I'm trying to push the feds
to open an investigation.

Knock 'em dead.

Thanks.

Wait, so what happened
to Gab's rapist?

He got promoted,

and then he got knocked out
in a work-related accident

and suffocated
in three inches of mud.

Wow.

Some coincidence.

You think someone was trying
to get revenge for Gab's rape?

Well, if there was, we need
to figure out who knew enough

to even identify Will Balint
as the rapist.

There's Gab, of course,
her mom, Linda.

Yeah. May Stillwater,
Gab's friend Mandy.

And us.

You can't take anything
for granted, right?

I mean, a badge and a gun
doesn't make you flawless.

- You're right.
- He is?

Malachi.

His badge didn't keep him

from being a corrupt
tribal police chief.

Malachi also knew
about Gab's rapist

after Mathias and I took a look
at the casino security footage.

Walt, you missed two more calls.

I'll have to try back later.

You know, it's also possible

that this didn't have anything
to do with Gab's rape.

Vic said that Will Balint
was just promoted, right?

Maybe one of his co-workers
had a hard time with it.

Professional jealousy, you know?

Brings up hard feelings.

That's true.

Vic, I want you
to drive back to Oden

and see if you can find, uh,
Archer Loftus.

Who's Archer Loftus?

He's a roughneck
I met at the casino.

He's a whistle-blower,
uh, conspiracy theorist.

If Ferg is right

and this is about internal
politics at Newett Energy,

Archer will know about it.

Why do I have to go?
It was Ferg's theory.

Well, if memory serves,
you and Eamonn

had the best working
relationship of any of us.

Zach, Ferg, I want you two
to put together a list

of all of Gab's
close family members, friends,

anybody that
may have been motivated

to see her rapist punished.

On it.

How about you?

I think someone
needs to talk to Gab.

She deserves to know
that Will Balint is dead.

Thanks for coming.

Wanted you to be here
when Gab heard the news.

What news?

One of her rapists was killed.

Thank you for talking with us.

Gab, is your mom at work?

She quit last week.

What's she doing now?

Taking a vacation somewhere.

She bought this TV
before she left.

When's she coming back?

Check the freezer.

How many Lean Cuisines?

Six.

Six days, then.

What do you want?

We came to tell you
that Will Balint is dead.

Who's Will Balint?

He's one of the men
who raped you.

Which one?

The taller one.

Okay.

Back already.
You must have really missed me.

Walt wants me to talk to an
oil worker named Archer Loftus.

- You know him?
- Uh, well, I've heard about him.

He's not the most popular guy
around here.

Yeah. That'd be you.

- What are you talking about?
- Nothing.

Vic, come on.
Obviously you're pissed off

about something,
something about me.

No. No, I am pissed off at
myself 'cause I'm so stupid.

I thought you wanted me
to call you.

- I did!
- Really?

Then who's the girl
who answered the phone

when I actually did call?

When did you call?

Jesus.
How many are there?

Maddie.

Who the hell is Maddie?

She's our Ruby, except she's 22

and she's got
a huge crush on me.

Wow. Have you always suffered
from self-esteem issues?

She has told me to my face
five times.

Every time she's had
more than one beer.

What are you two
doing back here?

Looking for Archer Loftus.

So am I.

This is Archer's bunk.

Co-worker reported him missing
just after y'all left.

When's the last time
anyone saw him?

9:21 a.m. That was what was
on his, uh, timecard.

Less than an hour
into his shift.

He ever split like this before?

Nope. But it was
right after we found Will.

It happens. Guys see death
up close and personal,

it brings it home
how dangerous it is out here.

They freak out.
They go AWOL.

Shit.

As much as I'd like to stick
around and do your job for you,

I'm now two men short,
three hours behind production.

Don't let her take anything.

Archer Loftus takes off
right after they find the body.

What is that now?
Three coincidences?

So, boots, jeans, few tools,
nothing too out of the ordinary.

Cyrano Caballero.
What is that?

A Big Sky matchmaker
for lonely hearts.

Which is exactly what I need.

What you --

What's going on with this?

With what?

You were with me
when that veteran

insisted Hector was alive.

Now this.

Hector is dead.
We both know that.

So why does his name
keep coming up?

Why does it never
seem to surprise you?

This is what I look like
when I am surprised.

People are telling stories

of Hector coming back
seeking revenge.

This car, for example,
belonged to Jack Mule Deer.

Jack was a drunk
with a bad temper

who abandoned his family
and sold meth.

Was?

Somebody kill him?

Jack died last week
of a heart attack,

but some people
choose to believe

that Hector made it happen.

Because out here,

a death like that
feels like justice,

the kind that Hector
used to bring.

And so, in many ways, yes.

Hector lives.

As an idea... and a hope.

Is it also possible

that somebody's taken up
Hector's mantle?

If it is,

Gab's mother might have paid
them off to kill Gab's rapist.

Anything is possible.

So now that we got
names and addresses

for most
of Gab Langton's family,

should we combine our lists,
figure out a route?

Yep.

Okay. Uh, where's, uh,
Old Kanaskat Road?

It's on the Res.
Can't go there.

Okay.

Uh...

418 Bramble Street?

Nope.

No go.

Couldn't we just ask the --

the Res police for --
for permission or...

Yeah, good luck with that.

Would you rather
I started making more mistakes?

Would that make you feel
more comfortable about yourself?

Or, uh --

Or I could just, you know,
keep quiet,

let you answer
all the questions.

How you two coming with
that list of Gab's relatives?

That's not
a rhetorical question.

Uh, Zachary...
why don't you go first?

Okay, uh, I think we have
a somewhat complete list

of her relatives in the area.

- Let's hear them.
- Okay.

Lem Langton, Cordell Atherton,
Emily Strong Oak,

Sam Poteet,
Freddie and Janice Lang--

Wait, wait, wait.
You say Sam Poteet?

Yeah. Yeah, why?
It says here he's Gab's father.

- Why? You know him?
- Yeah. We know Sam Poteet.

And given the kind of business
he's in,

just the kind of guy
you ought to get to know.

Why don't you come along?

Yeah, yeah.

Think child-bearing, homemaking,
lovemaking.

Show me all that in one picture.

Well, that is just as sweet
as the day is long.

Yeah.

We're both consenting adults.

Congratulations,
but I'm actually looking

for one of your johns --
Archer Loftus.

I'm not a fan of that term.
I run a legal,

certified matchmaking service
here

with a very highly respectable
clientele.

You are running
an escort service,

and you and I both know it.

- I beg your pardon?
- Archer's contact information.

- Hand it over.
- Whoa, whoa.

If I granted access to my
clients' personal information,

it would be a betrayal
of their trust.

- Trust?
- Yes. Hello.

Really? Do you think
that your female clientele

is gonna trust you
when they find out

that you've been setting them up
with murder suspects?

What on earth -- Bianca, don't
even begin to listen to that.

I-I screen my clientele
very carefully.

Archer Loftus
was recently questioned

in connection
with a local murder.

A young woman's body
was just found in a duffel bag

with Archer's luggage tag
attached to it.

Now one of his co-workers
has been found dead,

and he is suspiciously missing.

Do you really think
that that's the kind of guy

that Bianca here
wants to be set up with?

Probably not.

Fine.

If you can provide me
a proper search warrant,

I promise
I will not put up a holler.

But until then,
I am legally obliged

to protect
my clientele's... privacy.

I do not have time
for a search warrant.

- I need the information now.
- You know what you need?

You need a man in your life
is what you need.

Excuse me?

I couldn't help but notice

you don't wear your wedding band
anymore.

I can only guess
why that might be.

Okay.
You know what, Cyrano Caballero?

You're right.

I need your services.
Sign me up.

I have standards.

And I have a cousin
who works for ICE.

That's Immigration,
Customs, and --

I know what ICE is.

Okay.

Well, then you
would be motivated

to start me a dating profile
and send it to Mr. Loftus.

If you insist.

You might want to take off
your little deputy costume.

Slip into something a little
more... you know, feminine.

Who's a pretty girl?

Well, look what was under
that big bear outfit.

Just give me the shirt.

You see, Walt?

How civilized this can be, no
warrants, no guns, no threats?

I just want to go about this
the right way, so...

It must be you...

- Zachary.
- Zachary.

You have a rather, uh,
calm energy about you.

Quite different
from your predecessor.

That energy must be rubbing off
on your boss.

Have a seat.

So...

You want to go about what
the right way?

I'd like to speak to Sam Poteet.

Now, I went by his house,
but he's moved out.

There's no forwarding address.

I know he's done some work
for you,

so I wanted to ask
your permission

for us to talk to him.

I assume he's still working on
the casino hotel construction.

Why do you want to talk
to one of my plumbers?

Well, I have reason to believe

that Sam Poteet might
be involved in a murder.

It has nothing to do
with your casino.

It happened up in Oden.

I see.

Well, I appreciate
the show of respect, Walt.

I do.

But no.

Why are you protecting him,
Jacob?

He once stole a dead body
for you.

Is he doing other work for you?
Is he your new mercenary?

Is he the new Hector?

Oh, I don't know anything
about a new Hector.

No, I'm protecting Sam Poteet

because you have a badge, a gun,
and power,

and Sam is a Cheyenne plumber

with no one else
to look out for him.

So now you're protecting
the powerless.

'Cause last week,
you were preying on them.

What?

You got Malachi and his thugs

running a loan-sharking
operation out of the casino.

And they rob the people
that owe them money

so they can't pay it back.

Well, your calming influence
seems to have worn off.

As has my patience.

Great to see you.

Thanks for stopping by.

Now get the hell out of my home.

Oh. Oh.

Hello, Zachary.

It's me.

I need you to call
the Cumberland County morgue,

find out if they've done
the autopsy on Will Balint yet.

Sure.

Uh, looking for anything
in particular?

Yep. Missing teeth.

So, you were thinking that
Sam Poteet was the new Hector.

Mind if I ask
who was the old Hector?

Well, Hector was a former boxer
who lived on the Res.

Whenever the Cheyenne
needed justice,

didn't feel they could get it
through legal means,

they'd hire Hector
to knock some teeth out.

And you?

I thought Hector was a sign
that the system was broken.

Which is why I think
there may be

a copycat version involved now.

He tried to follow the law,

but we couldn't get justice
for Gab after her rape.

So someone stepped
outside of the law,

and one of her rapists is dead.

So, where we going now?

To the casino
to talk to Sam Poteet.

You know, I did try to do this
the right way first.

About what you saw earlier...

I, uh -- I didn't see anything.

Uh... yeah.

Neither did I.

Uh, can I get a room
for tonight?

Just for yourself,
or are you expecting company?

Just me.

I'd like a quiet room
away from the construction

'cause, uh,
I'm a light sleeper, so...

Well, it looks like
they're still doing construction

on the fourth floor, but I can
get you into the second floor.

And I'll put you in a king-size
bed in case your luck changes.

They're installing plumbing

in one of the luxury suites
down the hall.

Think a wrench like that

could loosen up a length of
drill pipe from a derrick chain?

Devon, tell Malachi
Sheriff Longmire is trespassing.

Pipe on a derrick chain.

Is that a riddle?

I want to talk to you
about your daughter.

I don't have one.

Okay, bye.

So Gab Langton
isn't your daughter?

Sorry.
I thought we were talking white.

In our culture, aunts and uncles
are also mothers and fathers.

We all have a responsibility of
taking care of all the children.

So Gab's your niece?

No, she's my daughter.

Either way, you know
what happened to her.

Yeah, I do.

And I also know
the white men who raped her

went unpunished
by the white man's laws.

Now one of those rapists
just died

in an oil-rig accident
in Cumberland County.

Now I see.

A young Cheyenne woman is raped.
Your hands are tied.

But when a white rapist
is killed in another county,

suddenly you're on the warpath.

What's any of this
have to do with me?

I was wondering if Gab's mother
sent you to kill that rapist.

She came into some money.

Maybe she paid for some justice,
Hector-style.

Hector-style?

I don't know what that means.

Well, they say
there's a new Hector

working on the Res -- and off.

And you do have a history of
doing illegal favors for people.

Hector was a Band-Aid.

You can't solve our problems
one tooth at a time.

If we're going to reverse
centuries of genocide,

we don't need a strong man.

We need an army.

Sam, where were you last night?

Sitting behind the moon.

Sheriff, if you're so concerned
about protecting these rapists,

you should hire
a security detail

for the one who's still alive.

Because if our army
has already taken the field,

that asshole's
not going to last long.

We've been instructed to remove
you both from the premises.

Mr. Poteet, we apologize
for the interruption.

What's that?

That is rent money.

I was only supposed to be here
for a night or two, so...

Look, I know I'm supposed to
say something like,

"I can't accept that."

But frankly, I really need it,
so thank you.

What's going on?

I got a client.

That's a good thing, right?

It is, but photocopy costs
and trial fees

are starting to add up, and I
cannot ask my dad for money.

So, speaking of your dad,
um, how's his health?

Why?

He's just been getting calls
at the station from a doctor,

and he never calls back,
so I'm just trying to figure out

if it's 'cause
he doesn't want to

or if he's just caught up
in the Will Balint case.

Will Balint?

Gab's rapist?

You don't know?

Uh, he was found dead
over in Cumberland County.

He suffocated in a pile of mud.

We're thinking
it was a revenge killing.

So, questioning all the, uh,

people who knew the identities
of the rapists.

It wasn't you, was it?

- No. No.
- Perfect. Awesome.

No, it wasn't me.

Check that off my list.

When did it happen?

Hmm, earlier this morning.

- I got to take this.
- Yeah.

This is Vic.

Victoria. Victoria.

Yeah.

Oh, hi.
How are you?

Tonight? Yeah, no, of course.
Yeah, that sounds fun.

Yeah. Okay.
I'll see you then.

All right, bye.

Who was that?

That was a guy
named Archer Loftus.

He's one of our murder suspects.

And I got a date with him.

Eamonn.

Must be important for you
to drive all the way out here.

Yeah, it is.

Unfortunately, Sheriff Wilkins

has ruled Will Balint's death
an accident.

That was quick.

Well, Jim didn't find
any compelling evidence

to the contrary.

Plus, he was getting pressure
from Newett Energy

to wrap up the investigation.

Newett Energy
happen to be a campaign donor?

They are.

And they paid for

recent department vehicle
and weapon upgrades.

And for all we know,
this actually was an accident,

but, um...

But what?

You were right to question
that promotion.

I looked at Newett's
employee reviews,

and Will Balint was completely
unqualified for that position.

The promotion
should have gone to Trot Simic.

The guy who found the body?

Archer Loftus
have anything to say about that?

Well, not yet.
We can't find him.

But Vic seems to think
she has a lead.

Where is Vic, anyway?
She's not answering her phone.

I don't know.

Why don't you try her
on her new home number?

I'm sure she'd be glad
to hear from you.

Thanks.

Anyway, sorry I don't have
better news,

but figured you should know.

- I appreciate it.
- Yeah.

Oh, uh, Ferg wanted to know if
Will Balint was missing a tooth.

He was.

Must have got knocked out
when he fell.

Do you have that autopsy report?

Uh, no, it's not in there.

I probably shouldn't do this,

but I can have the coroner
fax over a copy.

Thanks, Eam.

Yeah.

I hope you still like
fry bread tacos and catfish pie.

So, Gab, did you ever
try writing to Hector?

Why?

For justice.

There's no Hector.

There's no justice.

There's just good luck
and bad luck.

That is not true.

Hector lives.

- I promise you.
- Really?

Then why is one of those...

men still walking around
like nothing even happened?

Perhaps you could change this
man's luck from good to bad.

Tell Hector
what this man did to you...

...and where he can find him.

I'm not leaving the house.

I can't.

I can't.

If you write to Hector...

...I will deliver it.

"Hector, I don't know
why I'm writing to you.

But here's what I know.

There were two of them.

One didn't speak.

The other told me to scream
as loud as I wanted

because no one cares enough
to listen.

He was right.

Gab."

♪♪ Fired from my job,
workin' for the man ♪♪

♪♪ Drove me to the limit,
well, I do the best I can ♪♪

♪♪ I never liked him anyway,
now it looks like I'm free ♪♪

♪♪ I'm so happy, I could sing ♪♪

♪♪ Ain't no bad time
for a good thing ♪♪

Archer!

Archer, hi!

Oh, hey!

- You Victoria?
- Yeah.

Oh, look at you.
All right, all right.

Wow.

You're even prettier
than your picture.

- What was wrong with my picture?
- Oh, nothing.

I-I wasn't saying that.
I was just saying that --

I should never open my mouth.

It's all right. My daddy always
said that I was too sensitive.

You go ahead and you say
whatever it is you want to say.

Well, all right.
I do like to talk.

What do you want to talk about?

Why don't we talk about

why it is that you fled
Newett Energy oil field

less than an hour
after a dead body was found.

Shit Marie!

Get away, get away!

Hey.

I'm looking for Henry.
Is he around?

Uh, I think I saw him wheel the
mop and bucket to the bathroom.

Thanks.

- We need to talk.
- In here?

Vic just told me that one
of Gab Langton's rapists died.

Under suspicious circumstances.
You hear about that?

Yes.

I was with Walt
when he gave Gab the news.

Oh, okay.

Hey.
Piss outside!

Vic also told me
that they're looking for anyone

who might know enough
to target these guys.

I didn't tell them that you came

and asked me to look
at their pictures.

Cady, I may not be a lawyer,

but I think I know an accusation
when I hear one.

Will Balint died this morning
in the mud,

the same morning that you came
to work late covered in mud.

I'm not an idiot, Henry.

What's going on?

What is going on?

You mean besides the car trouble
I've already told you about?

For one thing,
I used to be the proud owner

of a bar I built from scratch.

Now it is owned
by a man I despise.

I barely know who I am
some days.

And I would have thought
that you of all people

would understand
how difficult it can be

to have a calling
and not be able to follow it.

Cady, I have too much respect

for what you
and everyone else did

to get me out of jail
to risk going back there again.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

So, Archer...

I take it you're
the kind of worker

who calls OSHA
about unsafe work conditions.

But this morning,

when one of your co-workers died
on his shift,

you -- you didn't call OSHA.

You ran.

Why?

We already know
you clocked out at 9:21 a.m.,

just five minutes after
Will Balint was found dead.

And you left
without collecting your things.

And then this evening, when
I showed you my badge, you fled.

Or you tried.

Now, if you don't have
an explanation for all of this,

we're gonna have no choice

but to charge you
with Will Balint's murder.

If you did arrest me, how long
could you keep me in custody?

Up to 48 hours.

Here or back in Cumberland?

Well, it could be here.

All right, then.
Arrest me.

Actually,
now that I think of it,

it might be better
to release you

into the custody
of your employer.

No, I'd prefer to be kept here.

Strongly prefer it, actually.

- Because you killed Will Balint?
- No.

'Cause you're afraid
of someone at Newett Energy?

Sheriff, if -- if you want an
answer to a question like that,

you've got to lock me up
in that cell.

And I don't want a Cumberland
County deputy in the room.

Okay.

Thank you.

So, I went to work yesterday.
Normal morning.

And I hear someone yelling
out in the mud pits for help.

By the time I get there,

Trot Simic is giving Will
mouth-to-mouth,

but you could tell
it was too late.

He was already dead.

So I kind of freaked out
and I left.

Why'd you get so scared?

Will Balint came to me last week
and wanted to know where to go

when you don't feel comfortable
talking to your supervisor.

Who's your supervisor?

Walker Browning.

What'd you tell Will?

Well, I told him

to speak to someone
in human resources.

Next thing I know,

he gets made all the way up from
roughneck to assistant driller.

You worked rigs.

You know
that just doesn't happen.

So I figured, hey,
they must have bought Will off.

That is, until he got killed and
I realized what really happened.

They set him up
in order to silence him.

That's quite a conspiracy.

You mean like a pretty blond cop

conspiring to entrap someone
on a dating service?

Yeah, I guess it is.

Crazy me.

Whatever Will told these guys
got him killed.

And for all I know, they think
I know what Will knew,

so I got the hell out of there
before they silenced me, too.

Who were you afraid
would try to silence you?

Walker Browning?

Walker doesn't
get his hands dirty.

Who do you think did this, then?

I don't know.

But Walker takes care
of those who take care of him.

Bonuses, promotions.

I would be willing to bet,
though,

that whoever did kill Will

is enjoying a run
of stupid good luck right now.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Here we go, gorgeous!

Squeeze on in there.
Squeeze on in.

Here you go.

No speeding, no drinking.

- Understood?
- Gotcha.

Don't stop
till you get to the reservation.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Browning.
- All right.

Be careful tonight, fellas!

These ladies
look awful frisky to me!

Looks like some lucky guys.

I don't know.

Right place at the right time.

That really luck?

I suppose not.

So, putting up that
dating profile to find Archer,

he's right.

That might be considered
entrapment.

Please.
He was just thanking me.

I have never seen anyone so
excited to get locked up before.

He's clearly scared shitless
of Walker Browning.

Doesn't trust Eamonn.

Maybe he -- he just doesn't
trust Eamonn's boss.

Apparently Newett Energy
urged Sheriff Wilkins

to rule the death an accident,
which is strange.

Why?

Because a workplace accident

opens up the company
to a big OSHA investigation,

uh, wrongful-death lawsuits,
hefty fines.

But a simple murder

is outside of the company's
liability there.

Free and clear.

So why insist
on ruling it an accident?

Unless you're trying
to cover up a murder.

Finally got Will Balint's
autopsy to print out.

How old is that fax machine,
exactly?

An autopsy report just made
a two-hour trip in seconds.

That's pretty good.

Huh.

What is it?

Something to do
with that missing tooth?

No.
No, it's something else.

Shall we beg you to tell us?

Mud.

Great.
That clears it up.

There was mud in Will Balint's
esophagus and stomach.

Well, that doesn't happen
if he suffocated.

No.
No, it doesn't.

If he inhaled mud,
that means he was conscious.

So, he had his face in the mud.

Someone was pushing him,
and he was trying to fight back.

So much for a drilling accident.

I also found out who got
promoted after Will died.

- Trot Simic.
- Yep.

That sounds like a run
of stupid good luck.

He also get a bonus?

Well, if he did,
he's out spending it right now.

Apparently he went out to
celebrate his promotion tonight,

so I'll have to wait
for tomorrow to talk to him.

Maybe not.

Think I may know
where he's celebrating.

Let's go.

Put it away, Heflin.

- This one's on me.
- The last one was on you.

Well...

Look, I owe you one.

I should, uh, be making things
easier for you...

...not making you feel like
you got to tiptoe around my ego.

No, no, man, it's -- it's --
it's cool.

I get it.
You guys are like a family.

Small, dysfunctional family.

I know it can't be easy

trying to figure out
how to fit someone new in that.

All right, man.

Ooh.

One second.

Hey, Ruby.

- Where are you?
- Oh, uh, Sheriff.

Uh, sorry.
I'm at the Red Pony.

Been drinking?

A little.

Okay.

What -- Uh --

Hello?
Yeah.

No, no, just a couple
of non-alcoholic beers.

I-I don't actually drink, so...

Casino?

All right.

Okay, who --
who am I looking for?

Trot Simic.
Okay.

All right, I'll be right there.

Sorry, man.

Who needs a beer?

You want a cigarette, don't you?
There you go.

Here you go.

You got one?

You doing all right?

Looking at the stars.

Oh.

The Pleiades.

Oh, oh.

My grandma used to
tell me the legends

of their mother
and her seven pups.

Well, you know,
there's a clearing

back in the woods a way.

You can see the whole sky
from there.

You want to, you know,
grab these beers

and go over there,
tell me the story?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

All right.

Think we're crossing about five
jurisdictional lines right now.

You learn to get used to it.

Just focus on taking Trot Simic
into custody if he's here.

We'll sort out the details
later.

How much further
till we reach the clearing?

Well, we're already here.

We are?

There you go!
There you go!

Come on, a little dancing.

Come on!

Everybody stop where you are!

Put your hands in the air.

This is bullshit.

- You got no authority here.
- Put your hands in the air now.

Congratulations
on your big promotion, Trot.

Too bad Will's not here
to celebrate with you.

Maybe we ought to move things
to the station,

talk about why that is.

Stop it!
What are you doing?!

What do you think I'm doing?

No!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'll get off her.
Just leave me alone, all right?

- Scream all you want.
- Oh!

No one will care enough
to listen.

Ah!

If you ever step foot
on this land again

to hurt another woman,
I won't just take your teeth.

I'll take your life.

- Did you hear that?
- Stay here.

Gab?

Gab?

We have to run.

I'm sure someone heard
the gunshot.

We have to run.

Gab!

Run!

Give me the gun.

I-I dropped it back there.

Go!

Sheriff's Department!

Stop!

Stop or I'll shoot!