Dark Winds

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Previously on "Dark Winds"...

Where were you the night that B.J. Vines disappeared, Lieutenant?

I was at home with my wife.

There is no "us."

I don't believe you.

Man: So, AGS owns an oil company here.

Spencer Oil. Tom Spencer.

Woman: What if the tankers were full of coke?

Sold the oil refinery.

- Special Agent Stevens will want to see your statement

soon as he arrives, Lieutenant.

I'm sure he'll want to follow up, so don't go far.

Why aren't you on this case?

You're already here. Why bring in somebody else?

- I'm on the BJ Vines case, Sergeant,

and will be until I've turned over every rock.

In the meantime, NTP is no longer working

the Halsey case, understood?

Is that clear, Lieutenant?

Lieutenant?

It's clear.

Thank you.

Navajo Tribal Police.

Joe.

Walk with me.

You need some time off.

You should go home right now and get right.

I got this.

- She's not taking me off this case.

- She don't give a damn about this case.

"BJ Vines, BJ Vines." That's all she cares about.

Listen to me.

I'm in this with you, Joe.

You ain't careful, we're all gonna end up

paying for your sins.

And that is something I surely do not want to do.

- I won't let that happen. - Well, it may not--

it may not be your choice.

- -

I'll talk to you later.

Who's this?

She's a medicine woman.

She's here to cleanse the station.

When she's done, we can come back in,

but we have to step out while she does the ceremony.

We're done...

For now.

That mind never stops working, does it?

Not even for sleep.

Yeah.

Well, at least I don't snore.

I don't snore.

There's a oil refinery in Juarez.

It's owned by AGS.

It's the same company that owns Spenser Ranch and oil.

And, well...

I want to take a look.

No.

Why not?

Well, for one thing,

you and I don't have jurisdiction in Mexico.

And if we get caught operating in a foreign country...

We won't.

Because we won't be there on official business.

We'll just be a couple

enjoying a weekend away.

Mmm.

We're a couple now?

Is that a yes?

No.

Ivan.

How else am I gonna do this?

I can't tell my boss because he'd never approve it,

because if I'm right, he's being paid not to.

- If you're right, you better tread carefully.

- Yeah, well, if Spenser's smuggling coke

into the country, I think it's worth it

to take a look to see if he's using the refinery

as a staging point, don't you?

So?

You'll come with me, right?

- If anything weird happens, I'm getting you out of there.

- Why do you think I asked you to come with me?

[chickens clucking, goats bleating]

Hmm?

- When I was a boy, when I went to Catholic school,

they taught us that the Devil walked the Earth with Jesus,

not--not metaphorically, but...

physically walked the Earth with Jesus.

In Diné, we're taught that the monsters walked the Earth

and were slayed by the Hero Twins.

I can't help thinking

that we all have a line that runs

down the middle of our heart.

Mm.

- And that line separates monsters from men.

And I'm afraid I crossed that line.

I have crossed that line.

- You didn't answer my question.

No, I didn't.

Special Agent Washington?

Inside.

Mm.

You look like someone I used to know.

Are you investigating my husband's murder,

Agent Washington, or are you investigating me?

- I'm trying to figure out if the two are

one and the same, Mrs. Vines.

They aren't.

- Even though your husband, as stated by you in court

just three months after his disappearance,

stole your family fortune after the fatal fire...

- Suspicious fire. - That killed your sister...

- Mm. - And left you,

the only other person in the house,

with permanent thermal and chemical injuries

to the upper airway-- did I get that right?

- You seem like a person who can handle the truth.

So here it is.

After my sister died, I married my former brother-in-law.

Depending on your point of view,

I suppose that could be seen as suspicious.

- I don't need a point of view to say that it does.

- My husband was an ogre, Agent Washington.

He's dead. I don't miss him.

The money is mine again,

however the universe bent to accomplish that.

- The universe didn't murder your husband.

Why must you people always--

I have a condition, you know.

Do you need some water?

I assume you spoke to Emily Quinn.

Who?

Oh, a very nice old woman

who suffers from insomnia

and a dog who pees in her house.

Several weeks after my husband went missing,

she mentioned that she thought something must be wrong

because she saw a police car driving out of our gate

very late on the night he went missing.

A police car?

Black and white.

Like the ones outside?

Yes.

Actually, yes.

My husband was in the back, she said,

and she couldn't see who was driving,

but my husband made eye contact with her

through the window as they pulled away.

She said he seemed, um--

I don't know. - What?

Scared.

I never saw my husband scared,

not even of me-- well, especially not me.

- And you didn't feel compelled to tell this

to anyone until now?

- Well, obviously, I was saving it.

For what?

For a moment like this.

[Buddy Red Bow's "Reservation Cowboy" playing]

Don't look now.

Thank you.

What can I get ya, shug?

This guy look familiar?

About 6-foot, white, late 30s, hippie type.

Maybe in here last week.