All language subtitles for Longmire S04E09 Shotgun_track3_[eng]

Henry?

Everybody just calm down!

What the hell was that,
gunshot?

All right, that's enough.

Help. Help.

Here.

Put your hand on it.

- Yo, where's Tyler?
- Tyler Malone was here?

He went off into the woods
with some girl.

Shut up! We don't tell
these assholes anything.

We're on the Res.

In fact,
you can't even arrest me.

You ain't getting away
with this shit.

No, that's right.
They ain't the law around here.

You ain't keeping me here.

- I'm gone.

- Everybody just stay
where you are!

Hold on.

Okay.

Come on.

There is no time to rest.
Run!

I hope you brought backup,

'cause we ain't going nowhere
till you let him go.

- Vic!
- Eamonn!

- Vic, I need your help!
- You got them?

Yeah. Go.

Everyone back up right now.
Sit down.

Walt!

- Where's the girl?
- What girl?

His friends said he came
back here with a girl.

I don't know.
He's bleeding pretty badly.

I need you to keep pressure
on the wound while I carry him.

Okay.

Come on.
Let's get you up, Tyler.

Did you find the gun?

Yes.

Did anybody see you?

I do not know.

Is he dead?

Get in.

Vic, go get the Bronco.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey, is that Tyler?

What'd you do to him?

Trying to save his life.

Get him out of here.

Eamonn, take Trot Simic
to the station.

- What about the rest of them?
- Just remember their faces.

- Now go! Go!
- Come on, come on, come on.

Tyler, who shot you?

Where's the girl you were with?

Did she have
anything to do with this?

Walt, he can't answer.

I don't think
he's gonna make it.

He has to make it.

He has too much to answer for.

So, where are you taking me?

Henry!

Henry!

What do we have?

Gunshot victim.
Tyler Malone.

He's a worker
from the Oden Oil Fields.

- He's also a rapist.
- That's your department.

I'll do my best
with the gunshot.

Eamonn got Trot Simic
back to the station.

Good.

Is it?

Because we thought
that Trot killed Will Balint,

but he couldn't have shot Tyler.

Maybe we got the wrong guy
in custody.

Or maybe we're dealing
with two different killers.

Henry?

Henry?

Wake up.

Henry!

What happened?

I'm not sure.

I think I passed out.

Are you all right?

Oh!

What happened?

I believe I have
a.30-caliber slug in my thigh.

We will need to get it out.

How are we supposed to do that?

The old-fashioned way.

Scalpel.

Give me some suction.
It's hamburger here.

Debakeys.

Oh, Jesus.

You need to go to the hospital.

Every hospital in Wyoming

will be looking for a man
with a bullet in him.

Gab, you have to do this.

There's too much blood.
I can't.

Gab... you can.

You remember what I used
to tell you to do

before shooting free throws...

to calm you down?

I'm not that girl anymore.

All I need is for you
to hold this.

Dr. Weston's having a hard time
stabilizing the patient.

He said he'll call you tomorrow
if Mr. Malone pulls through,

but, quote,
"don't hold your breath."

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Walt.

Walker Browning.

That was fast.

Where is he?

- Where's Tyler?
- Still in surgery.

One of my guys called,
said he'd been shot.

- Who the hell did it?
- We're finding that out.

I found him alone in the woods.
No witnesses.

Really?
That sounds awful familiar.

Sheriff Longmire
with a man shot, no witnesses.

Hey, back off, asshole.

- Vic.
- I just find it disturbing

that right after you had
to release my guys

for lack of evidence,
they both get hunted down.

I thought Will Balint died
in an oil-rig accident.

Well, if you believe
that's true, Sheriff,

then why is Trot Simic

sitting in your jail cell
charged with murder?

Seems you always find a way
to get your facts

to line up with your theories.

Now, excuse me.
I got another mother to call.

I did the best I could.

Why are you still here?

You should have taken off.

I thought about it.

But...

I couldn't leave Hector here
to die.

I am not Hector.

What you said when
you were beating that scumbag,

I wrote that in my note
word for word.

If you're not Hector,

you should stop reading
his mail.

Well, I guess now
we both have secrets

we need to keep for each other.

How did you know what kind
of bullet you were shot with?

The man who shot me
is my best friend.

The sheriff?

Yes, which is why
we need to leave immediately.

Get in the truck.

What's the point?

The point
is that you shot a man

and I could not tell
whether he was alive or dead.

I don't care.

Gab, if he is alive,
he can identify you.

If he is dead, they will come
after you for murder.

I do not think, given
what you have been through

that that is fair.

I have been in prison.

You do not want to go there.

Where are we going?

I have no idea.

But wherever it is,

we are going to need
a functioning car.

First Will Balint,
now Tyler Malone.

I don't think there's much doubt
that this is about Gab's rape.

Question is, is it someone
from the oil company

trying to shut them up...

or somebody from the outside
avenging her rape?

Well, there'd have to be
an incentive

for the oil company
to murder their own guys.

Corporate liability?

But nobody even brought charges.

According to Archer Loftus,

Walker Browning
runs a tight ship.

This could be about
somebody stepping out of line.

Maybe Walker had somebody else
do it for him, like last time.

Eamonn, how many roughnecks

were out at that bonfire
last night?

Uh, Trot, Tyler, five others.

Ferg, why don't you see

if that squares
with Trot Simic's recollection?

Yep.

So, if this shooting
isn't about Walker Browning

trying to punish
or silence his own men,

it must be about someone close
to Gab avenging her rape.

You know,
when we spoke to Sam Poteet,

he said that no one
would be able to protect Tyler

once the army mobilized.

Maybe we're back
to your "new Hector" theory.

Maybe. But the time for subtlety
is over.

Why don't you go arrest
Sam Poteet?

I'm sorry, uh, "new Hector"?

Am I missing something?

A copycat vigilante

seems to have started working
on the Res.

Hm.

About the Res...

Yep. Mathias.

We got to call him,
smooth things over.

Well, Mr. Simic
didn't want to talk to me,

but apparently he had quite
a bit to say to Archer here.

I know where to get another car.

Where?

Follow me.

I thought we had a deal,
me and you.

That was like the opposite
of protection.

You threw one of the very fellas
I'm trying to steer clear of

into a jail cell with me.

And we're sorry about that,
Mr. Loftus.

You ain't sorry.

You're in the pocket
of the oil company,

you and that boss of yours.

Nobody here is in the pocket
of the oil company.

What did Trot say to you
just now?

He called me a rat.

Said I turned him in.

But I didn't say boo to you
about him.

That's true.

Did he admit that
he was involved in Will's death?

What'd he say, exactly?

He punched me, exactly.

All right.

We're trying to narrow down
who was with Trot last night.

Can you tell us
who his friends are?

What do I get in return?

Tar and feathered
and locked in a room

with Walker Browning?

We're all sorry
about the misunderstanding

with Trot Simic.

- Now, it's been a long night --
- Stop right there, Sheriff.

My helping-you days
are behind me.

Clearly you busted someone else
for the murder of Will Balint.

So if I'm not under arrest,
I'm out of here.

Adiós.

Miss Victoria,
guess this just wasn't our time.

Sheriff, you told me
to remember the faces

of the other men at the bonfire.

Before I forget them,

why don't I head back over
to Newett Energy,

see if I can put some names
to those faces?

- Thanks, Eamonn.
- Yeah.

If you need anything else,
call my cell.

Oh, and if, uh,
you can't get through,

try again.

Ferg.

Call Mathias,
let him know what happened.

Meantime, Vic and I will head
to the hospital.

Hope that Tyler's awake.

And after Mathias
is done complaining,

maybe he can help me I.D.

the Cheyenne girls
from the bonfire.

I know what they look like.
I don't know where to find them.

Keep your head down.
She did not see us.

Or perhaps she did.

Henry.
Thank God.

I have been looking
for Bowstring Road everywhere.

And it's not on my map.

And I -- I'm late for a meeting
with a new client.

Is that Gab Langton?

We were taking a walk.

How is she?

- Better.
- Good.

Look, I-I know she doesn't want
to press charges,

but if you could just tell her
that I'm starting

my own pro bono practice,

in case she changes her mind.

Bowstring Road
is not on your map

because it is not paved.

Keep going
the way you were going.

Take your first left
after the power lines stop.

Thanks.

Stomach, spleen,
small intestines.

I took ten copper pellets
and three slugs out of him.

Multiple shots?

Or a personal-defense round --
slugs and shot in one shell.

Nasty stuff.

So, you think he's gonna
regain consciousness today?

- W--
- Doctor.

There's, uh, always a chance,

but in this case, I'd, uh,
classify it as "slim."

I didn't notice the bruising
on his face in the dark.

Looks like he took some punches
before he got shot.

Yeah.

Will Balint was made to look
like an accident.

A beating, a shotgun blast.

Sure seems more personal to me.

So it's like you thought --
two different assailants.

Well, it's hard to tell
until we get to take a look

at that crime scene
in the light of day.

Hopefully Mathias isn't too mad,
he'll let us take a look.

You think Tyler here will mind
if I use his bathroom?

I'll see you at the elevator.

And I want to up
the dose of Risperdal

from eight to ten milligrams,
okay?

All right. Great.

Donna.

Oh, hey, Walt.

Uh, what are you doing here?

A suspect got shot.
He's, um -- He's down the hall.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Thanks.

- Well, he's not
such a great guy.

- Oh, right, yeah.

Um, listen, I was actually
just about to call you

on that cellphone
that you don't have.

But I'm not gonna be able
to make it tonight.

- I'm sorry.
- Actually, I'm kind of glad.

Not that you can't make it,
but...

Well, it would have been tough
for me to make it.

So I'm glad
you had to cancel first.

Well, this is not a competition.

No, but I think I'm in front.

So, what are you doing here?

I have a patient who attempted
suicide last night,

so I just feel like
I need to be here.

- Of course.
- Yeah.

And you? Is your suspect
going to pull through?

I don't know.
He was shot in the gut.

There's a lot of bleeding.

Maybe we should, uh,
keep that dinner date.

This would make great dinner
conversation, wouldn't it?

Um, I hope I can get
a rain check.

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

So, where was I? I think
what we're gonna have to do...

Isn't that the, uh, psychiatrist
who ran the PTSD support group?

Yep.

Look who's back from the dead.

- I need to borrow your car.
- Take Linda's.

Linda split.
I don't know where she is.

She's probably on her knees
somewhere.

So, can I have it?

No, sorry.
I-I got shit to do.

Dude, we're out of Apple Jacks.

You're still with him
after his friends raped me?

- He's not like that.
- They're all like that.

You know what? Screw you.

Go back to zombie land.

Give me the keys, or I'll say
there were three of them.

He'll end up dead
just like the other two.

I need it back
before tomorrow night.

Bitch.

Shotgun.

Mathias.

I was just heading upstairs
to call you.

A few hours late.

Yep.
About that --

No, no, I get it.
It was dark.

It's hard to see boundary lines
in the middle of the night.

I guess you already heard
from Ferg.

Didn't have to.

There was a representative
of Newett Energy

waiting for me when I got
to work this morning.

Let me guess -- Walker Browning?

Yeah, that's the guy.

Well, his men are the ones
who raped Gab Langton.

The one I have upstairs
in my cell is a murderer.

I'm sure he is, but
you're gonna have to let him go.

You know, you can't compel me
to do that, Mathias.

I'm not trying to compel you.

I'm advising you
that Walker Browning

knows his way around the law.

He knows exactly what he can
and cannot do on the Res.

I promise you, he'll use
the circumstance of that arrest

to get whatever case you have
thrown out.

Ferg.

Yeah?

Release Trot Simic.

Seriously?

Yep.

You know, last night
happened pretty fast.

I had a hunch our suspect

would be partying
at the bonfire.

I didn't want to lose him.

I got a phone.

You think I would protect

some white oil worker
partying on the Res?

See you assholes later.

Hold on, Trot.

You're now in Absaroka County.
That's my county.

You're under arrest.

Take him back upstairs, Ferg.

What the hell?

You can't do that.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you...

How long you think
that's gonna hold, hmm?

Long enough.

We will take a right
just up ahead.

Where are we going?

Somewhere no one will think
to look for you.

Hello, Walt.

So, Tyler Malone,
the other man who raped Gab,

was shot last night on the Res.

Near that bonfire.

Is he dead?

Not yet.

It's not looking good.

Do you know who did it?

I think a guy
from the oil company.

Walker Browning had Will Balint
killed to silence him.

It's possible he tried the same
with Tyler,

but, um, the nature
of the shooting

seems more personal.

Which is why I'm calling.

Gab Langton's mother, Linda,
has been missing for a week.

Linda hardly seems
like a vigilante.

What about Gab?

Have you seen her since you
and I last spoke to her?

When I saw her yesterday,
she seemed beyond caring.

Mathias has agreed

to let me take a look
at the crime scene.

Hopefully something turns up
that makes sense of this.

Keep me posted.

Yep.

Stop here.

Drive.

Faster.

Hey, Walt.

So, Mathias was no help I.D.'ing
those Cheyenne girls

from the, uh, bonfire,

but I've got some ideas
on how to locate them.

Such as?

Well, the easiest
would be to get our hands

on the security-camera footage
from the casino again.

That bridge
is pretty well burned.

We're gonna need a warrant

if we want
to view any more of those tapes.

Okay, so let's get a warrant.

Judge already thinks
I've got it in for Nighthorse.

You kind of do.

Mandy Plitt, uh,

mentioned that she and Gab
were gonna meet somewhere,

some dive bar off the Res.

Uh, the Blind Tiger.

Maybe some of those other girls
hang out there.

Okay.
I'll go check it out.

Okay.

Sheriff Longmire.

It's Zach.
I just left the casino.

Sam Poteet disappeared yesterday
right after we spoke to him.

Right before Tyler was shot.

Any other ideas
where I might find him?

Mathias is gonna meet us
back at the bonfire.

Why don't you join us?

He may know something
about Sam Poteet that we don't.

Yeah.

Hey!

You want something from me?!
Huh?!

Hey.

Got something you want to say
to me, huh?

It's okay.

Not everyone is following you.

Not everyone is following you.

Tyler was shot there.

And I fired from here.

So not only
did you come out here

without permission,

but you also discharged
your weapon?

Just once.

But I didn't hit anybody.

Actually,
that might not be true.

Blood.

And over there.

So you hit him.

If I'd have hit him directly,
he'd have dropped.

Bullet ricocheted off this rock.

I'll send this to the lab
and try to get a match.

Start with Sam Poteet.

Ferg.

That enough of a blood trail
for you to track it?

Oh, I can track
from the footprint alone,

but the blood
will make it that much easier.

Good.
Let us know what you find.

Yeah.

Sheriff, over here.

What do you got?

This.

That's a.410 shotshell.

Probably from a Snake Slayer.

It's a yard gun, small,
like a derringer.

Fires
these little shotgun shells.

You got to eject the shell
manually to reload it,

which means the shooter
planned on taking a second shot.

So, a shell this size
caused all that damage?

Well, it's a self-defense round.

It's got three slugs,
a bunch of pellets in it,

which is consistent with what
Doc Weston found in Tyler.

Now at least you know
who you're looking for.

Yep.

Someone
with a Snake Slayer pistol

and a.30-caliber slug
inside them.

Wait. We're going
onto the Crow Reservation?

Nobody will think
to look for you here.

Because Cheyenne
aren't exactly welcome here.

We will be welcome.

There is a medicine woman
who lives up in the mountains

far away from anybody else.

A medicine woman?

You believe in
all that old magic stuff?

She has a reputation
for making people disappear.

I don't want to disappear.

I just want to go home.

I know, Gab.

But even if you did go home,

you would not be able
to stay there long.

You have to understand that.

You can never go home again.

We will have to go the rest
of the way on foot.

But you can't do that, Henry.

You've been shot.

Yes.

But given the location
of the wound,

I would rather walk right now
than sit.

She's a cop.

How's my favorite witness?

No, no.

I ain't no witness.

Yeah, we didn't get a chance
to talk last night.

Yeah.
What do you want?

I want to talk to the girl
that was with Tyler Malone.

I don't know any Tyler Malone,

so how am I supposed to know
who he was with?

I'm gonna get another beer.

Want one?

Yeah.

Tyler Malone is the guy
that was shot last night.

Mm, wish I could help you,

but I don't know anything
about that.

- See, I think that you do.
- Hmm.

Hey!

Laila, run!

Shit.

Laila!

God damn.
Laila!

Come on.

Why don't we take my truck
instead?

Found the girl that was
in the woods with Tyler Malone.

Her name is Laila Bixby,
and she's in your office.

She's not limping, too, is she?

No, why?

I was just wondering
if she had a bullet in her.

So, why'd you invite me along,
Philly?

Because she keeps making
all these weird references,

and I figured
maybe you could translate.

She said she was in the woods
with Tyler.

He was forcing himself on her.

And a spirit appeared
and saved her.

- A spirit?
- Yeah.

He didn't have a face.

Laila, are you sure about that?
It was dark.

No.

He was all black,
like part of the night.

But with something red
tied around his neck.

He was fast and strong.

I'm sure he was Tsitsistas.

She's saying the man
who attacked Tyler was Cheyenne.

"Tsitsistas" is our word
for ourselves.

Do you remember anything else

about the man
who attacked Tyler?

As soon as Tyler's arm
was off my throat, I just...

I just ran.

Did you hear a gunshot?

Yeah, about 30 seconds later.

Hey, Philly,
why don't you take Laila

and get her something to drink?

I don't take orders from you.

Vic, that sounds like
a good idea.

Come on.

I think I know who she saw.

It's gonna sound
a little crazy --

Hector.

I saw the graffiti.

Yeah.

Well, there's more to it.

People have been leaving notes
at Hector's wall,

asking for his help.

It's how I found out
about those casino muggings.

Not long after Gab's rape...
I found this.

This basically
calls for the execution

of the two men who raped Gab.

So I guess we need to find
who wrote that note.

And the man they wrote it to.

Let's start
with Gab and her family.

We're coming in!

Linda?

What are you doing here?

We wanted to talk to Gab, but,
uh, this is a pleasant surprise.

Are you working with him now?

We've been looking for
the both of you.

Where you been?

My sister was in Billings. I had
to pick her up. She was ill.

Strung out, more like it.

- Why are you looking for us?
- We'll get to that.

But for right now,
we need handwriting samples

- from each of you.
- Look at her.

She's incapable
of tying her shoe.

Yeah, but you look okay,

so why don't you give us
a handwriting sample?

No.

Just out of principle.

You cannot come in here
and order us around.

- Actually, I can.
- On what grounds?

Suspicion of hiring Hector
to kill Gab's rapist.

Or being Hector yourself,
like we chatted about earlier.

Get a warrant.

Okay.

So, where's Gab?

I don't know. If she's not
in front of the TV,

she's probably in her room.

What's this in the sink?

Laundry. Linda threw up
on the drive back from Billings.

Don't touch that.

Get... a warrant.

Gab's not here.

Linda, you ever, uh,

have any problems with mice
or rats or snakes?

- What?
- Linda,

do not answer his questions.

Ugh, shut up, Sam.

Linda, do you keep a gun handy
to deal with pests in the yard?

Yeah.
It's over the fridge.

.410 shotshells,
just like we found in the woods.

Looks like a handful
are missing.

So's the Snake Slayer.

Sam, take off that shirt.

Are you crazy?
Why would I do that?

Sam, just take off the shirt,
then I promise we'll leave.

Fine.

If it'll get you of here.

- What happened to your arm?
- None of your business.

One of Gab's rapists
was shot last night

with a.410 Snake Slayer.

This is not my house.

That is not my gun.

The shooter was hit
with a ricochet from my bullet

when he was fleeing.

- Take off that bandage, Sam.
- No.

You said you would leave
if I took my shirt off. I did.

Now it's time to leave.

And we will,
but you're leaving with me.

I haven't done anything

but drive to the Super 8
in Billings...

and help my sister.

I hope that's true, Sam.

So, I tracked that blood trail
almost a half mile.

Then it stopped by a dirt road.

So the shooter
had a car waiting.

Yeah, the blood stopped
right by a set of tire tracks.

Ferg, check
with the Super 8 in Billings.

See if Sam Poteet
or Linda Langton

were there last night.

You think one of them did it?

Well, we found
matching ammunition at the house

and an empty Snake Slayer case.

I'll call the hotel right now.

Okay.

You know you're trying real hard
to avoid the obvious?

Gab is missing.
So is the gun.

She more than anyone had
a motive to shoot Tyler,

and she knew where to find him.

Let's wait to hear back
from Ferg.

Why are we at the hospital?

You need to get
that ankle looked at.

Are you wearing a new shirt?

I guess I am.

Why'd you change
in the middle of the day?

Felt like it.

Are you seeing someone?

What?

No.

I'll walk you in.

No, that's okay.

I'm fine on my own.

I'll be back in an hour
to pick you up.

We will have to swim across.

You think
Linda ever signed me up

for swimming lessons?

Gab, do not give up now.
We have come this far.

Why are you risking all this
for me?

It'd be better if I drowned.

A lot of people
have let you down, Gab.

I know that.

It is about time
somebody helped you.

Do you know the story
of the Bear Helper?

No.

Well, CliffsNotes version --

I will help you
across the river.

Now, put your arm
around my neck.

Okay, not so tight.
You will drown us both.

Whoo!

You're kidding.

What kind of teeth?

When I get out of here,
I'm gonna look up your sister.

'Cause you know
I'm getting out of here.

Will Balint's death

was officially declared
an accident.

How about we officially declare
you a rapist?

They don't seem to be faring
too well these days.

You two, my office.

So, Mathias
finally convinced Sam Poteet

to take off the bandage.

Wasn't a bullet wound.

What was it?

Linda bit him.

Which syncs up
with the report I got

from the Super 8 in Billings.

Linda left with a man
who claimed to be her brother,

and she did not go quietly.

So, given the missing gun
and the missing person...

that leaves Gab.

Except that Laila was sure
that it was a man she saw.

Maybe she made a mistake.

It was dark.

She was probably traumatized.

Or maybe she knew it was Gab

and she lied
just to throw us off the scent.

Both Gab and Laila
had reason to hate Tyler.

You said there was a blood trail
leading to a car.

Gab doesn't have a car.

Maybe she had help.

It's also possible

that someone other than
Sam Poteet is the new Hector.

I thought you knew where to go.

I do.

More or less.

- Are we lost?
- Of course not.

But I may not be
at my absolute sharpest.

Henry, we should go back.

You need a doctor.

We cannot go back.

The good news

is that we are going to see
a medicine woman.

Here you go.

Uh, Victoria Moretti?

She left about 20 minutes ago.

I think her husband
picked her up.

- Her husband?
- Yeah.

Uh, as long as I'm here,
could you page Dr. Weston?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

Okay.

The doctor's with a patient.

Would you like to wait?

I'll be right over there.

Okay.

Cookies for dinner?

Oh. No, dessert.

Dinner was Cheez-Its.

Coffee or tea?

Uh, tea, please.

Tea.

Thanks.

So, how's your, uh,
gunshot victim?

Not sure.
Still waiting to find out.

I could, uh,
sure use a few words with him.

How's your patient?

Uh, good. We, uh --

We finally got to talk
about an hour ago.

It's just
a very complicated situation.

How's it complicated?

Well

Well, my patient's suicide,
uh, it was because of me.

So, what happened?

Have you ever heard
of transference?

Is that when your patient
falls in love with you?

More or less, yeah.

Occupational hazard, I suppose.

I don't know.

Any of your suspects
ever fall for you?

Hope so.

Hey, um, I thought
I might see you here,

so I brought you something.

John Donne.

I know you're busy,
but you said you enjoyed him.

No, I didn't. I-I-I said
I had to read him in college.

Oh.

Give it back.

No, it's mine.
You just gave it to me.

You know,
you didn't have to pick me up.

Oh, no, I was on my way over
already. I, uh, got an update.

All of Walker's crew
is accounted for.

I either I.D.'d them
from the bonfire

or they were on duty, so...

no one left to be
in the woods.

Except, of course,
Walker Browning.

You know,
it's possible that, um --

that Gab was waiting for Tyler
in the woods.

Oh, really?

You think
the rape victim did it?

Maybe.

Listen,
we can talk about this inside.

You've come all this way,
and the least I can do

is make you a home-cooked meal.

Okay.

Thank you.

Sure.

So, um,
I have a confession to make.

What's that?

Um, there's no food
in the house.

And this isn't my house.

Open the goddamn door.

I know you've been following me.
Open the door.

Monte?

What, is this because Walt
didn't give you the job, huh?

Are you some kind
of Lee Harvey Oswald?

No, I'm not.

But I know all about you.
Walt Longmire hired a nut case.

Just one more example
of his questionable judgment.

Hey, you can't touch that!

You're going down --
you and your boss.

You have no idea what's coming!

Well, you have no idea
who you're dealing with.

Pack up your shit, Monte,
or else.

You heard that, right?
He just threatened me.

You heard that, right?

You should get a cellphone.

Why?

Because they exist
and they're convenient.

I like not getting phone calls.

No kidding.

Do you have any idea
how many messages

- I've left with Ruby?
- A couple.

I can see how hard
you're working

to find who killed my man.

Shot, you mean.

No, killed. He coded upstairs
ten minutes ago.

Was there anybody with you?

Any witnesses?

You just wait
till you were all alone

so you could finish the job?

You serious?

- You own a Snake Slayer pistol?
- Don't make this about me.

You locked up an innocent man,
got another man killed.

You think I'm gonna sit back
and do nothing

in the face
of your recklessness...

you don't know me.

He's got some issues.

Yeah.

I got to go.

Um, there's something

I've been in denial about
all day.

I got to go deal with it, so...

I understand, yeah.

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

Is Henry around?

Uh, no. He has the night off.
What's up?

I need to talk to Gab Langton.

I was hoping
he'd know where she is.

I just saw her this morning.

You saw her this morning?

Yeah.

Why are you looking for her?

Well, I didn't want
to believe it at first,

but, um, she's become one
of my primary suspects

in the murder of Tyler Malone.

Oh, my God.
He's dead, too?

Yeah.
Shot in the woods last night.

Just died at the hospital.

Where'd you see Gab?

Walking on the Res.

- Where was she headed?
- I don't know.

She with anybody?

No.

Thanks, Pumpkin.

It's going to get dark soon.

I believe we are here.

It is a medicine wheel.

I know what it is.

When I was nine,
I went to see one of these

with my mom and my grandma.

They were like you.

They thought
it was some big deal.

To me,
it was just a bunch of rocks.

So I kicked one of the rocks.

Ever since then,
nothing in my life's been good.

Gab, what happened to you
was not your fault.

And medicine wheels
do not bring bad luck.

They are places of healing.

Stop!

I have been shot at enough
for one day!

I am Henry Standing Bear,
and this is Gabriella Langton!

We know that
a powerful Crow medicine woman

guards this place.

And we need her help!

Okay, you got one minute...

to explain to me
why I shouldn't shoot you.

We've come from
the Cheyenne reservation --

Your minute's up.