Dark Winds

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Previously on "Dark Winds"...

This belonged to my son. He wore it on the day he died.

This was in your lockbox.

My son died on what's now your property.

It's got nothing to do with me.

Vines blew up the well to spook Drumco

into selling it to him for cheap.

White justice, Indian justice, two different things.

It's as true today as it was in my day.

I have to find out who's behind this, Emma.

I know. You do.

- Border patrol? - It's just an interview.

Why are you interviewing for the Border Patrol?

I have to find my own way.

Goodbye, Bernadette.

Guess I rubbed off on you, after all.

When you kill a man, they're bound to you.

Wherever you go in this life, they're with you.

Maybe the next one, too.

Ah!

Lieutenant Leaphorn...

Over.

Lieutenant Leaphorn...

Natalie.

Do you copy, Natalie?

It's not enough.

Send everyone...

now.

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Mmm.

I'll have mine with extra shell.

Oh, sorry about that. Let me get it out of there.

What's all the shit outside?

I told you... vermin.

Oh, what's this?

Oh. Now I'm building you a mole defense system, huh?

- Either that or go hungry. - Uh-huh.

Can you watch these eggs?

This is Leaphorn.

Yeah.

Where?

- Good morning. - Good morning.

What do you know?

- I heard it's a mess up there. - All right.

So, when you un-retire, they make you give that watch back?

No, they know I'm just short-timing it

till they bring in the new guy.

Yeah. It's good to see you, Gordo.

- You too, Joe. Hey. -

- Chee. - Chief, what do we got here?

Well, we got...

Ernesto Cata and George Bowlegs...

both 14.

Spent the night at Cata's,

were gone when Mom went to wake 'em this morning.

Bowlegs turned up at school.

They're holding him.

And Cata ain't been seen since last night.

We're mobilizing the search now...

hospitals and schools,

anyplace a wounded animal might crawl up to die.

You know the Bowlegs family?

Know of 'em.

Shorty Bowlegs is the dad.

Came back from Nam a head case.

His grandfather was one of Old Woman Running's kids.

Henry banged heads with him back in the day.

Well, it makes sense, then...

chip off the old block playing with Daddy's bowie knife.

Yeah.

Wasn't a knife, Gordo.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Well, I'm glad I called you, then, Carnac.

- What the hell was it? - Oh, something heavier.

Those are strike marks.

Machete maybe.

Cops are saying La Llorona did it.

You know, Ditch Witch?

Yeah, Chicano kids used to try to scare us in school.

Said if La Llorona caught you messing in these arroyos,

she'd chop your head off.

Yeah. It's like Ye'iitsoh in Navajo.

Them moccasin prints come straight off

the tire tracks up the hill there.

We got one old lady saw a red pickup last night

don't belong around here.

So, unless La Llorona got a nice red truck

to carry around a machete, Bowlegs is our most likely.

Then, uh...

we'll pick up the Bowlegs kid.

If he knows where Ernesto is...

We'll find him.

Oh...

and those aren't moccasin prints, Gordo.

Boy, oh, boy.

Must be nice to know everything.

Mrs. Swenson.

Uh-huh.

Thank you.

Do not move.

How do you know Bowlegs?

Uh, went to school together a long time ago.

- Is that you? - Yeah.

- You ran track? - Cross country.

That was conference championships.

You know, I beat Billy Mills two weeks later

at a track meet in, uh, Kansas?

- Olympian Billy Mills? - Wasn't an Olympian then.

Somebody should've taken a picture of that, huh?

- Lieutenant Leaphorn? - Yes, ma'am.

- Mrs. Swenson. Nice to meet you.

Jim Chee...

I remember you.

Come this way.

Where's his locker?

[SCHOOL BELL RINGING, INDISTINCT CHATTER]

George Bowlegs?

George.

- George! - Hey!

- George! - Hey!

Billy Mills, huh?

- 109 to base. - 109, go ahead.

I have a 10-38 approximately 6 miles east of Vista Verde,

County Road Six.

Ford F100 panel, Mexico plates...

partial, 7, 7, 5, Bravo.

I'm going to go over and take a closer look... over.

109, use caution. Backup 25 minutes away.

Hey!

Stop!

Whoa. Put the gun down.

I'm not going to hurt you.

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Okay. Okay. I'm going to put my gun down.

- - Okay?

I'm going to take my gun belt off nice and slow.

- - See?

I'm going to put it down.

No problema.

- I want to help you. -

I'm not going to hurt you or your daughter.

- - Please put down the gun.

- - I'm not going to hurt you.

I want to help you.