Longmire

Where's the doctor? - He's out.

I need as much o-negative blood as you have.

I'm... - Now! Hurry!

I got a man bleeding to death back here.

Branch!

Branch, open your eyes.

Open them! Don't you close them again.

Hurry up!

Coming. I'm coming. I'm coming.

What the hell happened to him?

He got shot.

Oh, man.

What the hell'd you do to him, man?

I did what I could.

Hold on. - Walt.

I...

taste... green.

I need you to taste something else. Bite.

Okay.

Come on.

Hurry up.

Okay. He's good.

Keep those legs up.

Go.

Just hang in there. Breathe. Breathe.

You're gonna be okay.

You know, you really should call 911.

I am 911.

Pull over!

Pull over!

Stop right there, Sheriff!

I need to speak to Henry. - I said stop!

What are you gonna do, Mathias? Shoot me?

If Henry's under arrest, he should be in my jail.

The Denver P.D. who issued the warrant for his arrest

felt that represented a conflict of interest.

You're not taking him to Denver. - I am.

He already signed the letter

saying he's not fighting extradition.

If you'd let Henry talk to a lawyer,

he'd never have signed that.

He waived that right, too.

Let me talk to him.

I just want to make sure

he's getting the right kind of legal assistance.

Now, you don't want to be the reason

this thing gets thrown out on a technicality, do you?

One minute. No more.

Did you really waive your rights?

Yes.

Well, I just unwaived them.

I'm gonna get you out of this, Henry.

Really? How?

I don't know yet.

For starters, I'm gonna get you

the best lawyer money can buy.

I am not sure that matters, but thank you.

There's more than enough in my safe to pay for it.

The one in your office?

Do you remember the combination?

Yep.

There is something else?

Why'd you hold on to those teeth?

Insurance.

I wanted to make sure you never tried to take the fall

for a murder you did not commit.

Time's up.

I got a good three hours of paperwork ahead of me.

He's not signing any waivers.

Either way, he's not going with you.

I'm taking him over to Tri-County Jail.

What the hell happened here?

I got upset.

Are you okay, Sheriff?

Been better.

Ruby, I... need a good lawyer... the best.

See if you can get me Neil Strahan on the phone.

Walter. When are you gonna tell us what is going on here?

Hey, Ferg, why don't you go make a pot of coffee

while Ruby tries to get that lawyer on the line, okay?

What happened?

And don't give me any of that monosyllabic Gary Cooper crap.

Talk to me.

My wife didn't die of cancer.

She was murdered by a meth head named Miller Beck.

Wow.

Um...

I'm so sorry.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

Miller Beck turned up dead a few months back.

And Henry was just arrested for his murder.

Henry?

Yeah.

But he didn't do it.

And you know that how?

It's all right, Vic. I didn't kill anyone.

Then whose blood is that?

Oh, it's, um... it's Branch's.

Walt.

Walt.

Walt!

Walt, stop!

I can't.

Is Branch okay?

I hope so.

He got shot.

They're working on him now, but he lost a lot of blood.

Who shot Branch?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

I'm gonna need a ride.

He said he's in a recovery room.

Maybe he's still in surgery.

Excuse me, do you know where Deputy...

Longmire!

Did you send my son into harm's way with no backup?

How is he, Barlow?

How is he?

You took him to a damn Res Clinic.

And they stabilized him and got him here.

They given you an update on his condition?

He just about died.

His wounds were stitched up with fishing line.

Did you use a rusty hook, too, just for good measure?

I did the best I could under the circumstances.

You better hope he makes it through surgery,

'cause if he doesn't,

I'm holding you personally responsible.

Clamp.

What's that?

I'm gonna need to talk to the Sheriff.

Is he okay? - He was lucky.

The bullet went clean through without hitting any major organs.

Sheriff? It's important.

Are you kidding me? He's my son. - Mr. Connally...

Got something to say, say it to me. - Sir.

Get your hand off me.

I was cleaning the abdominal wound

when I noticed something.

It was under some muscle tissue.

I almost missed it.

It would've caused a serious infection.

It's a crow feather.

You ever seen anything like that?

Never.

Okay, so how did a four-inch crow feather

end up inside your Deputy's bullet wound?

Somebody put it there.

Aah!

Hey, son.

They said you might be waking up.

I brought you a ginger ale.

Thanks.

And the Sheriff's here.

He wants to ask you a few questions.

You don't have to do it if you don't want to.

I'd be more than happy to tell him to piss off.

I can talk.

Hey, Branch.

I don't want to take too much of your time.

I just want to know if you remember what happened.

I got shot.

Yeah. Twice.

When I first found you,

you told me you'd been shot by a dead man.

What'd you mean by that?

David Ridges.

Who the hell's David Ridges?

The guy from the suicide video?

Yeah.

Only he was wearing makeup...

grayish white all over his face and body,

like war paint.

And at some point after he shot me,

he was standing over me,

chanting and dancing.

He had these black feathers on his head.

You remember firing your weapon?

I think so.

That's my boy.

I hope you hit the Indian son of a bitch.

I just remembered Nighthorse.

Jacob Nighthorse?

I was out at the funeral pyre earlier with him.

I wanted to collect some DNA evidence.

Jacob said if I went back, someone would come after me.

So, that Nighthorse got this guy Ridges to shoot you?

David Ridges is dead.

I saw him, Walt.

Before I got shot, I collected some of the ashes.

Did you pick up the evidence bag that I had?

I was kind of focused on getting you help, so...

You got to get that bag, Walt.

Those ashes... they're not David's.

I'm not crazy.

Doc. What kind of meds you have Branch on?

Uh, antibiotics to fight infection, coagulant, Dilantin.

I need you to do me a favor.

I want you to run a test,

see if he's got anything else in his system.

What do you want me to check for?