Longmire

Chilly out there.

Better get in.

What did you do that for?

So if you kill me, they can find you.

What the hell happened?

It can be hard to make friends on your first day of jail.

Yeah, well, we're gonna get you out of here.

Your public defender should be here any minute.

His name's Colin Kilpatrick.

He's supposed to be amazing.

But dad wanted me here for his eyes and ears anyway, so...

And how is Walt?

Busy.

Here, lady.

Hey, boss.

Uh, a dry Rob Roy for me

and a Caramel Appletini for the girlfriend here.

Here you go.

Five bucks.

- This, uh... - Five bucks.

Perfect.

Thanks.

Uh, beautiful day. Red Pony.

Hey, it's me.

You're gonna need to ask for the rest of the night off.

Right.

Vic!

Vic!

Hey.

She's young, Walt.

I'm guessing late teens.

She's got bruising around her neck,

so I'm thinking someone probably strangled her.

There's drag marks leading down from the road.

What was she thinking?

What do you mean?

I made a lot of bad decisions when I was her age,

but I never hitchhiked.

How do you know she was hitchhiking?

How else would you explain this?

Reflective tape.

Cellphone was in her waistband.

It's pass code protected. I already tried to unlock it.

I.D.?

No purse, no wallet.

The only thing she had in her pockets

was a matchbook and some mints.

Passport.

Polina Vasof.

Born Orenburg, Russia, 1997.

What's a 17-year-old Russian girl

doing hitchhiking in Absaroka county?

I'll be up in a minute.

I don't mind. I'm fine.

See you inside.

Okay.

So, the manufacturer is willing to unlock the victim's phone,

but only after they do the same thing

for every other police department

that's already put in a request.

I have been thinking,

pretty teenage girl born in Russia, hitchhiking.

Maybe she was caught up in one of these human trafficking rings.

- And trying to get away. - Maybe.

But those victims usually have their passports stolen from them.

Polina had hers.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

I had to pick up Branch from the hospital.

Did you take him home?

Uh, no.

He's, uh, actually headed up the stairs right now.

By himself?

If Branch wants help, he'll ask.

Meantime, I talked to social services.

Uh, Polina was adopted three years ago

by a couple named Lanny and Phoebe Greene.

Do they live around here?

No. Over in Teton County.

Drive out in the morning to notify.

No, Walt.

Remember, you've got those three deliveries

that are coming into the Red Pony tomorrow that need to be signed for.

Right.

Ferg said you found a dead girl.

I thought I'd help.

Good. We can use it.

You and Ferg can work out of the Red Pony tomorrow.

Our victim had a phone on her.

Uh, we're just having trouble figuring out what was on it.

Hey, Walt...

Thanks.

For what?

For finding my hat.

Are you Lanny and Phoebe Greene?

What can we do you for?

Records list you two as the parents of Polina Vasof.

Yeah, records say that.

I-I think Polina would argue otherwise.

But you did adopt her?

Yeah. We wanted a family,

but, you know, we weren't having any luck on our own.

Then we found this agency, Angels of Kirov,

which specialized in Russian girls.

They told us they had a really good match for us,

and we were so excited to finally start our family.

So what happened?

They sent us Polina.

Polina was 14 when she came to America.

Was that the problem?

Well, it was a surprise, yeah, but we didn't care.

I mean, not really.

We had all this love to give her.

And you know what we got in return?

Screaming, hitting, threats to slit our throats in our sleep

if we even dared to try and discipline her.

I peeked into Polina's room one night.

She was in bed with the neighbor boy,

high on God knows what.

I kicked him out of the house

and told Polina she was grounded.

What happened?

She came after me with an o-ring pick.

Left me with... with that.

So is that why you haven't asked where Polina is?

Uh...

Uh, well, Polina ran away 11 months ago.

We haven't seen or spoken to her since.

Did you file a missing-persons report?

- No. - Why not?

Honestly...

We didn't want her to come back.

Well, you're in luck. She's not.

We found Polina in Absaroka county last night.

We always figured it'd be us or her.

I guess now we know.

Find out anything about that adoption agency?

Not much.

After Putin made it illegal

for Americans to adopt Russian kids,

Angels of Kirov just sort of disappeared.

Uh, still can't get into the phone either,

but it turns out it doesn't actually...

Turns out it doesn't actually belong to the victim.

Uh, the phone was registered to a reform school in Arizona

called the Golden Bough School for Girls.

That's weird.

The Greenes told us Polina ran away 11 months ago

and they had no idea where she would be.

- Hey, guys. - Hi.

Look at you.

Back in the saddle.

Yee-haw.

You look great.

Thanks.

Um, I...

dad, can I just...

can I talk to you for a sec?

Just one second.

Branch looks awful. What is he doing here?

Working.

How's Henry's lawyer?

He didn't show up.

The jail told the public defender's office

that Henry canceled the meeting.

He didn't.

And it looks like he's getting really roughed up in there.

We have got to get him out.

Track down the public defender. Find out what's going on.

- I'll go see Henry. - Thank you.

I just got the address to that reform school in Arizona.

We should really go check it out.

Wait, now?

Dad, what about Henry?

I'll take care of it. All of it.

Yes. Sheriff Walt Longmire.

I need to speak to Henry Standing Bear.

Yeah, I can wait... Again.

Still no luck?

Never had a problem before with the Tri-County Jail,

but now that Henry's in there...

Want to turn around, just drive back?

Actually, I do.

But we're already halfway to Arizona.

Well, Hank Standing Bear,

what sort of trouble have you found for yourself now?

Hello, Malachi.

It appears that trouble has found me.

It looks like you could use a friend.

I have friends.

Oh, not in here, you don't.

Walter Longmire can't help you in here.

I mean, he can't even get you on the telephone.

And if word of your close friendship with a white lawman

were to get whispered into the wrong ears...

But I have some wonderful news.

I just might be able to make all this stop.

Does that mean you also made it start?

You can't be half-Indian in here, Hank,

not with the Brotherhood around.

With us, it's, uh, go red or... go dead.