Longmire

It is my fault Hector is dead.

I am the one who asked him to help with Miller Beck.

Hector's dead because David Ridges killed him.

So Nighthorse lied?

David is alive?

I think Nighthorse sent his former employee

to kill the only man who could prove you're innocent.

Branch and I tried to talk to him,

but we didn't get very far.

Turns out he's hired Malachi Strand

as a new head of security.

Funny.

Malachi did not mention that

when he came in yesterday and offered to buy my bar.

This whole thing's starting to feel like a conspiracy.

I just need to find a way

to get at Malachi and Nighthorse.

Figure out what they have planned.

I know of one guy who is working for Malachi.

When Malachi was in prison, the man was...

staking out my bar, saving Malachi's seat.

This man tell you his name?

He comes back, you call me.

We'll track him down.

You mean you will track him down.

Rough night?

I got you coffee and a danish if you can stomach it.

Come on, buddy. Wake up.

Wake up.

He's okay.

He's all right. A few too many.

Ferg!

Ferg!

- What's going on, Sheriff? - Nothing.

I just need your help to get this drunk guy

back to the station without making a scene.

Let's pick him up.

Okay.

Uh, he's not drunk.

Of course he's drunk.

Get him back across the street. Okay.

One, two, three.

We can't walk him.

This guy's dead.

Just keep it together, Ferg.

Up.

Come on.

Come on, Ferg.

Excuse us, ladies.

I got all the weight.

Pick him up.

Lift him up, Ferg.

Morning. Morning.

Sheriff, why are we doing this?

Because this dead man is worth $100 million.

Uh, t-this bum? Are you serious?

According to his I.D., this is Welles Vanblarcom.

As in Vanblarcom mining?

Didn't his mom die like eight years ago

and leave him a bunch of cash in her will?

Yep.

He's been missing for 30 years.

Most people figured he was dead, so...

Which...

he is.

My God, I read all about this.

It was all over the news, even in Philly.

Which is why none of you can say a word about this.

This is national news.

We need to notify the Vanblarcoms and make an I.D.

Before the press gets any wind of it.

Are we gonna bring the family into the station?

No, if they show up here or at the hospital,

people will start asking questions.

No.

We take the body to them.

So...

we're carrying him back down the stairs?

Table for one, or will Malachi be joining you?

Malachi wants his heads.

I'm afraid that will take some time.

They're attached with hex bolts.

I need a special wrench to take them down.

Come back at 5:00.

I'll be here at 2:00.

Have them ready to go.

So, it looks like Welles Vanblarcom didn't have much family.

Just a brother, a sister, and a nephew.

Their combined net worth was $500 million.

How does one family even get that much money?

Silver.

Grandfather was a miner who struck it rich.

Family's practically Wyoming royalty.

That would explain the castle.

Can I help you?

Sheriff Longmire.

I'm here to see Penny and Graham Vanblarcom.

Hello, Penny.

Hello, Walt.

- Graham. - Walt.

Hi.

This is Deputy Moretti.

Hello.

I'm sorry about all this.

Are you sure it's him?

Well, we found an I.D. And his social security card.

Both match your brother's.

We need you to identify him before it's official.

I don't know how much help we'll be.

We were both so young when Welles ran away.

Oh, my God.

I-I suppose it's him.

He looks an awful lot like the sketch.

Yeah.

What sketch?

Eight years ago, when our mother died

and left Welles' inheritance, we had this sketch made.

It's a projection of what Welles would've looked like

30 years after this picture was taken.

We gave copies of the sketch

to different P.I.'s all across the country.

Even offered a huge cash reward,

but, uh, they never showed up with anything.

It's funny how he was missing all these years

only to be found dead

a few miles from his childhood home.

Maybe he was trying to come home finally.

Wish he would've come back a lot sooner.

Would've meant a lot to our mother.

She never stopped hoping that he'd come back.

She even set a place for him for dinner every night.

Geez!

What is with all the birds?!

Mom loved them.

She even left money in her will to maintain them.

She left all sorts of provisions

for us to keep this place like a shrine.

But the birds, they were her pets.

I know she would want Welles' body buried in the family plot.

Would you mind taking his body to the... to the mortuary?

Unfortunately, uh...

Who is this?

...when a body's found on public land,

we're required to do an autopsy.

I promise to keep the matter private.

- Thank you. - How did you get this number?

It's a reporter asking about our brother's death.

How'd they find out?

I tweeted it.

Standing Bear! It's 2:00.

I'm a little busy.

The bar sink is broken. The heads are on the table.

You sure this is everything?

I don't want to have to come back.

A sentiment we both share.

I never thought of you as the garden party type,

but you seemed real comfortable

with the monopoly twins back there,

especially Penny.

My dad looked after their stables.

I'd go in sometimes.

Penny would come down to sketch the horses while we worked.

Sketch the horses?

Sounds like she had a crush on you.

What were you like at 12?

Chatty, I bet, right?

Sheriff, how long ago did the Vanblarcom heir die?

Had he been in Wyoming this whole time, Sheriff?

Sheriff, are you getting any sort of reward from the family?

No comment.

Nothing. I got nothing. If you hit conference call...

We tried calling Vic to warn you.

Oh, the phones got overloaded.

Calls from the reporters,

and now the whole system has shut down.

Ferg, keep an eye on the door.

So, the missing Vanblarcom heir finally showed up?

Where you been?

Working.

Got that transcript from Malachi's parole hearing.

Also talked with my friend

who works with the county assayer.

He's got maps of all the caves near where we found Hector.

I figured we'd pick him up, head over to the caves,

start looking for Ridges.

I got my hands full here.

You go.

As soon as things die down, I'll join you.

Hey, you know, I can go with Branch

till you can catch up.

I'm fine on my own.

Take her.

Henry.

It is a beautiful day at the Red Pony and continual soiree.

No one is able to come to the phone, so please leave a message.

Not much of a soiree, Henry. I'm outside.

The door is locked, and we had a meeting,

so call me, please.

Shit.

- Ruby. - Hmm?