Previously on "Dark Winds"...
Where were you the night that B.J. Vines disappeared, Lieutenant?
Since that night, when I left him out there,
I have tried to keep you out of it.
You're not the only one suffering!
Woman: Some of the drivers are hauling drugs in their trucks.
Run!
They have to be going out some other way.
Aah!
There's no such thing as monsters.
He's just a man.
Aah!
Aah-aah!
[Gun fires]
Wake up! You gotta wake up.
He's not a monster, Jim.
[dramatic music]
[radio static crackles]
- Joe, it's Chee. Say again, over.
♪ ♪
Joe, do you copy?
♪ ♪
[radio static crackles] - Chee?
Are you there?
♪ ♪
[radio static crackling]
It's not a monster, Jim.
It's a man.
It's just a man.
♪ ♪
Natalie, it's Chee. You copy?
- Go ahead, Chee. [speaking Diné]
- Coal Mine Canyon, south end.
You get any of that from Leaphorn? Over.
- What I did, it didn't sound good.
- Keep this line open. - Copy.
♪ ♪
[horse neighs]
♪ ♪
Ya! Ya!
♪ ♪
Natalie. - Go ahead.
- I found Leaphorn's truck, looted.
- Copy. [garbled speech]
- Natalie. [sighs] Shit.
- Chee.
- Joe?
- I'm down, west side of the canyon,
maybe a half a mile up.
Suspect's on foot, heading northwest.
He's wounded.
- All right, hang on.
Ya!
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
- Oh. - You hit?
- [moans] Oh, my leg.
[sighs] - Oh, shi--
Yeah. All right, just stay with me, all right?
- Yeah.
- Hold still. [grunts]
[insect buzzing] - Aah!
[moaning]
- Take it easy.
- [groaning]
Aah!
[grunting]
[panting] - All right.
Where is George?
- If you didn't see him, he's-- he's gone or dead.
Hey.
- Yeah.
Shh. Shh.
- You get the son of a bitch.
- No, I got to get you to a hospital.
- No. He's wounded.
It should slow him down. [grunts]
Go get him. That's an order.
[groans]
There's a fire road up there.
If he's got a car, that's where he's headed.
- Natalie, I got Leaphorn. He needs a medic.
We're on the west side, about a half mile
up from the mouth of the canyon.
- Copy, Felix and Bigman are en route.
- [groans] - He comes back, you call me.
- [speaking Diné] - Got to go back.
♪ ♪
- Hey! Navajo Tribal Police!
Put your hands in the air now!
Hands up!
Keep your hands where I can see them.
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
[gun clicks]
[gunshots continue]
[shells clattering]
♪ ♪
[gunshot, glass shattering]
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
[groans]
[breathing heavily]
[moody guitar music]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
[pensive music]
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[groaning]
Mm.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[groaning]
- Hey. - Hey, Gordo.
- Well...
this finally settles it.
You win.
You couldn't even get shot at with something normal,
could you?
Had to get hit with a damn ketamine dart.
Son of a bitch shot you with horse tranquilizer, Joe.
Look at that. - [groans] Jesus.
- Guess he didn't know what kind of thoroughbred
he was trying to put down.
- Michael Halsey was murdered in cold blood
inside the NTP.
[grunts]
Why didn't he come after me
the same way?
You know?
Why am I still here?
- You should let us worry about that right now.
- I'm convinced
Roberto De Baca killed Michael Halsey.
I got a gut feeling about it.
[groans]
But he wasn't the one with me in the canyon
looking for George.
I don't think he has anything to do
with Ernesto Cata's murder.
- But you should get back in bed now, man,
and stay there till Emma comes to take you home.
- [groans]
She's not coming. - What do you mean?
- She's not coming, Gordo.
She kicked me out.
- Well, that's just-- - It's what I deserve.
You know, there are things that I've lost in life...
That were taken from me.
And there are things that I've lost
because of the choices I made.
I made mine.
She made hers.
Can't go back and undo anything, Gordo.
I'm going forward.
I'll fix it that way, starting at the canyon.
- You ain't done nothing wrong, Joe.
- [scoffs softly]
"When you kill a man, he's bound to you."
Isn't that what you said?
I thought I knew what you meant.
I thought I'd never see BJ Vines again either.
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But I do...
every day.
You know, I convinced myself it was--
it was a... [speaking Diné]
Haunting me,
that this...
[speaking Diné] Was real, but...
it wasn't.
It was him--Vines.
What he did...
what I did.
BJ Vines is bound to me now.
I've accepted it,
and I am prepared to go on living with it.
But I'll tell you one thing.
Whoever it is that's after George,
he is on the wrong side of me right now.
- Hear me, man.
You ain't alone in this.
- I can't guarantee it will go well.
- No, rarely does, but...
we might could get lucky.
- I appreciate that.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct chatter over police radio]
[truck door closes]
[distant bird calling]
[Leaphorn groaning]
- Looks like you got a little hitch
in your giddyup there, partner.
- Yeah, what's new?
Heard you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn,
even with a shotgun.
- [scoffs] The guy was wearing a hood.
- Ah. - It threw me off.
Any hits on the APB?
- Got roadblocks on every major artery in and out of here.
Got my boys running the back roads,
but so far, no sign of a shot-up sedan
or a wounded man wearing a hood.
Uh, I'll see if there's any updates here.
- Thanks, Gordo. - Yeah.
- Any sign of George?
- No, but we found his campsite just up the wash.
Somebody, uh, looted your truck...
- Yeah. - And your wallet.
Had to be George-- the guy you ran into out here.
The thing I can't figure is,
why would either one want to loot your truck or your wallet?
- I don't know.
- Well...this way.
- Thank you.
Hmm.
[distant birds cawing]
♪
- Are those prints?
- [grunts] Yeah.
[grunts]
They're the same ones we saw at the Cata scene.
[grunts]
Yeah, they ransacked the place.
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[cans rattle]
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I think it was George who looted my truck,
stole money from my wallet...
[grunts]
For a train ticket to Reno.
- There's a train that leaves for Reno every Friday morning.
- Tomorrow.
- Well, whoever you ran into out here,
they found this schedule before us.
They're going to know where George is tomorrow, too.
♪ ♪
What the hell is that?
- I don't know, but it's not coal.
Give me that pail.
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter over police radio]
- Whatever this was...
George didn't want anyone to find it.
[vehicle approaching]
- Where's my camera?
- Hey.
You're not going to go in there and do anything crazy.
- I won't.
- Good, 'cause you saw what Budge is capable of.
You go in there half-cocked, and I don't know what--
- Yeah, I hear you.
[sighs]
- Yeah, well, we got to figure something out...
a strategy together.
Let's talk about it over lunch.
- Okay.
Lunch.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
That son of a bitch.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
PIG.
[alarm ringing]
[distant bird calling]
- Ivan destroyed this... on purpose?
Why would he do that?
- Because he's on Spenser's payroll...
along with Ed Henry
and I don't know who else in there.
- Bern, we got to be careful here.
- Look, I know what we saw,
and I know how they're doing it.
The girl from the river was trying to tell me.
- Tell you what?
- PIG-- Pipeline Inspection Gadgets.
They're designed to clean oil pipelines,
but they are perfect for smuggling drugs.
The drugs I saw in Juarez will be on Spenser Ranch shortly,
if they aren't already.
This is our chance to get them--
Spenser, Ed, Ivan, all of them.
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- [sighs]
Bern, this is-- - I know.
But I can't do this alone.
You're the only one I trust.
♪ ♪
- I know a judge.
She'll get us a warrant without tipping anyone off.
- Good.
- You're sure about this, right?
You're sure you want to do this?
- I'm sure. - Ivan.
- Shit.
I'm supposed to go to lunch with him.
- I'll get the warrant. Meet you back at my place.
- You ready? - Yeah.
[car door opens]
- Have fun, you two.
[car door closes, engine turning over]
♪ ♪
[dog barking in distance]
♪
[horse neighing]
- I wanted to return these.
I was also hoping we could talk.
- I have nothing to say.
- Well, then, if I may.
I'm sorry to speak so plainly, Mrs. Leaphorn.
But I believe your husband murdered BJ Vines.
- You believe it, or you can prove it?
- It's his alibi I don't believe.
You said he was with you all night
the night Vines disappeared.
Is that the truth?
- Why are you doing this?
- It's my job.
Did your husband make you lie for him?
Because you don't strike me as a liar.
- You don't know me.
- I know you're a good woman,
a respected matriarch in this community.
You spent your life helping others,
especially the young women on this reservation.
- Nobody in Washington cares about us
or what happens on this reservation.
[distant horse neighs]
This is about you, isn't it?
Maybe about the reason someone sent you
all the way out here
to work on something no one cares about.
- You're right.
No one in Washington cares about what goes on out here,
except for me.
I'm here now, and I--
I want to tell you, you're on the wrong side of this.
Your husband's life is a lie,
but yours doesn't have to be.
♪
[distant horse neighs]
I'll be, uh, at the station
when you decide you're ready to talk, okay?
[distant dog barking]
[objects scraping on table]
- [sighs]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- There's something in his mouth.
Take it out. - I can't.
- What, uh-- what are you thinking?
♪ ♪
- I've seen this stuff before.
- Where?
- Bernadette.
♪ ♪
I used a clay mold like this
when I melted down Joe Jr.'s belt buckle
into that feather I gave Bern.
♪ ♪
Give me the Cata evidence box.
♪
The arrowhead.
♪ ♪
Shit.
- Can I get you anything else, cowboy?
- No, thanks. - How about a check?
Here you go.
[country music playing in background]
- ♪ If you see me walking... ♪
- Not hungry?
[door closes, bells jingle]
- Nope.
- ♪ If you see me staring... ♪
- I decided I'll back you...
whatever you want to do about Spenser.
- ♪ If you think I still miss you... ♪
- Well, I'm thinking of taking a step back.
It's not worth the risk.
[billiard balls clack]
Well, it's what you want, isn't it?
For me to drop it?
- It just doesn't sound like you.
- [chuckles]
Yeah, well, watching someone die does that.
[billiard balls clack, door closes, bell jingles]
♪ ♪
- Yeah, but if you want to get Spenser,
this may be our only shot.
♪
- I don't think so.
You know, these guys make mistakes all the time, Ivan.
And sooner or later, Spenser will make another one.
[billiard balls clack]
- Hey...
- [chuckles]
- Come to my place tonight.
I'll cook.
No work, just us.
- [chuckles] Maybe tomorrow.
♪ ♪
- [clears throat]
At least let me pay. - No, I got it.
I insist.
♪
[gear shifter clunks, engine stops]
[emergency brake cranks]
[distant bird calling, wind whistling]
- Lieutenant Leaphorn, Sergeant Chee, how are you?
- You leaving?
- Yeah.
We lost our grant. [sighs]
Dr. Reynolds left yesterday, and I'm leaving today.
Anything I can help you with?
- Yeah, this.
- That's the arrowhead that we found in Ernesto Cata's mouth.
- I've seen Dr. Reynolds use molds like this.
It's a clay polymer sandblasted coating
to protect what you dig up.
Isn't that right?
- Yes, but that didn't come from here.
I've personally overseen every single dig at this site.
There hasn't been an artifact unaccounted for.
- Dr. Reynolds told me that arrowhead
was a souvenir, a fake.
Who makes a protective mold for a worthless souvenir?
- May I take a closer look? - Of course.
- Oh.
- What is it?
- When Dr. Reynolds told me we lost our grant,
he told me to stop digging.
I didn't, not right away.
[dramatic music]
I found this yesterday.
♪ ♪
[scoffs]
This is a real Folsom arrowhead.
Uh, Dr. Reynolds must have brought it in
without my knowledge and...
chipped off the piece and buried it for me to find.
- He's seeding the site.
- Why?
- 'Cause he's a fraud.
♪
You said he's been trying to prove his theory
for decades.
Maybe when he realized he couldn't make history...
he decided to manufacture it.
♪
Flintknapping is a delicate process.
Only a handful of people could flake a Folsom arrow
for seeds.
I'm willing to bet Dr. Reynolds is one of them.
♪
You said those boys worked here.
[vehicle approaching]
They never thought he'd come back that night.
[wind whistling]
♪
They had no idea they were unraveling Dr. Reynolds' plan.
[loud clanking]
♪ ♪
Men like Dr. Reynolds...
they only care about one thing...
legacy.
[truck door opens]
♪
He has made his reputation
by coming to places like this...
[door closes]
And taking whatever he needed...
from us...
and from our dead.
And no one is allowed to take a thing from him...
- [breathing heavily]
[screaming]
♪
[weapon plunging, screaming continues]
- Not George Bowlegs...
Ernesto Cata...
not even you.
♪
[distant bird cawing]
- But wait.
I was with Dr. Reynolds
at a conference in Flagstaff that night.
We even had breakfast the next morning.
- Flagstaff is four hours from here, round trip.
- Plenty of time to get down and back
without anyone knowing he's gone.
- This his?
- Mine, but he has one just like it.
[distant bird calling]
[softly] Oh, my God.
- Where are you staying?
- May Lake Motel in Scarborough.
- Dr. Reynolds staying there, too?
- He checked out yesterday.
- Go there. Pack quickly.
Drive straight to Scarborough PD.
Chief Sena will take your statement there,
keep you safe until we find him.
Let's go.
- Reynolds is long gone by now. - He's not gone.
He's wounded.
George is the only witness to his crime.
Reynolds needs him dead. - It'll be nightfall soon.
Both of them'll have to hole up till dawn.
- Yep, and we'll be waiting for 'em,
'cause we know something that Dr. Reynolds
doesn't know we know. [engine turning over]
- Where George'll be at 11:07 tomorrow morning.
- Along with Dr. Reynolds. - Mm-hmm.
- Train leaves tomorrow morning at 11:07 a.m.
There'll be a crowd waiting to board.
Make it harder to see George but easier for us to blend in.
- Yeah, it's important to keep a low profile.
This, uh, guy Reynolds so much as smells a cop,
and he'll run-- same with the kid.
So, if you see him, get on your radio fast, yeah?
- Yeah. [indistinct chatter]
- Anything else, Lieutenant?
- Let's bring George home safe.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Do you have a minute, Agent Washington?
- Yeah, of course.
- In private?
- Does my office work?
- Hey.
♪ ♪
[distant telephone ringing]
- You were right.
- About what?
- I tried my best to be a good person...
a good mother, wife.
When my son died...
losing a child like that, it tested me.
When I found out BJ Vines
was responsible for my son's death,
I wanted him punished.
I did.
But men like BJ Vines are never punished.
They come into our communities,
and they take, and they take, and they take.
Surviving that kind of theft leaves a hole in your spirit.
And in that darkness, I found myself consumed
with violent thoughts of revenge.
But I choose not to live in that dark place.
And my traditional ceremonies have helped me heal.
[scoffs, crying softly]
When you found Vines' body...
I started reliving the loss of my son all over again.
♪
At first, I blamed you, but I realized it's not you.
You are not the one...
keeping the ghost alive in my home.
♪ ♪
The trauma of my son's death has consumed my husband.
[exhales sharply]
It's taken all the room in his heart for me...
[voice breaking] And the memory of our son
and our life together.
It's left me alone.
♪ ♪
[sniffles, sighs]
I blame him for that...
for his weakness.
I hope one day I can forgive him.
But until that day...
I walk alone.
♪
- Your husband wasn't with you
the night BJ Vines was murdered, was he?
- [breathes deeply]
Yes, he was.
He was with me all night.
♪ ♪
- [exhales sharply]
["Melissa"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Crossroads
♪ Seem to come and go
♪ Yeah
♪ The gypsy flies from coast to coast ♪
- Emma.
- How's your work? - It's fine.
What's all this in the back?
- I'm going to my sister's in Fillmore.
- For how long? - [speaking Diné]
[engine turning over]
- ♪ But back home he'll always run ♪
- Hey.
- ♪ To sweet Melissa ♪
♪
- Stop.
- ♪ No one hears his lonely sighs ♪
- Just talk to me.
Please stop.
♪ ♪
♪ Lord, in his deepest dreams, the gypsy flies ♪
♪ With sweet Melissa
♪ ♪
♪ Mm-hmm ♪
[telephone ringing, indistinct chatter]
[door closes]
- I could've swore my door was closed for a reason.
- I'm out.
- Mm, your little girlfriend getting to you?
What, you think I don't know everything goes on around here?
No, the minute Spenser said
that he felt like he was being watched,
I knew it was Manuelito.
But you-- [laughs]
You're not fool enough to be drinking her Kool-Aid,
are you, Ivan?
- You told me all I had to do was look the other way
and let the tankers go.
- Mm-hmm. - And I did that.
The past year, I've been doing that.
But she won't.
And nothing better happen to her because she don't.
- Now, you see, that right there, that's the--
that's the reason I chose you for this--
'cause you're the loyal type.
But, son, don't--don't confuse where your loyalties lie,
you know?
Because it--
You know, with Budge...
There's no out.
["Gallows Pole"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Hangman, hangman
♪ Hold it a little while ♪
♪ I think I see my friends coming ♪
- Hey.
- ♪ Riding a many mile ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Hangman, hangman ♪
♪ Hold it a little while ♪
♪ I think I see my brother coming ♪
♪ Riding a many mile ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Brother, did you get me some silver? ♪
♪ Did you get a little gold? ♪
♪ What did you bring me, my brother ♪
♪ To keep me from the gallows pole? ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Brother, I brought you some silver, yeah ♪
♪ I brought a little gold ♪
♪ I brought a little of everything ♪
♪ To keep you from the gallows pole ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Yes, I brought you ♪
♪ To keep you from the gallows pole ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Hangman, hangman
♪ Turn your head awhile ♪
♪ I think I see my sister coming ♪
♪ Riding a many mile
♪ Mile, mile, mile ♪
[music stops]
- Where is everybody?
- Relax. We got 'em, Bern.
I'll call the local cops, get us some backup.
[clattering]
[distant bird cawing]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[door creaking]
♪ ♪
[crowbar clangs on ground]
♪ ♪
- What?
Joe: Reynolds is gonna want to grab George
before he gets on the train,
so be ready.
I'm going to enjoy this.
[Screams]
Sylvia: I came here to tell you something, Lieutenant.
I know what you did.
Gotta make sure that none of this falls on me.
Stop! Navajo Police!
[unsettling music]
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