Dark Winds

- Previously on "Dark Winds"...

I am tired of chasing this guy.

It's a funny thing-- the hunter and his prey.

Now!

The man who murdered my son.

Joe!

- Where's Leaphorn? - Out there.

Joe won't rest until the blond man's in jail.

Let me go with you.

Get up.

I got him, Bern.

We're no different.

Dad, turn it down.

Dad.

Mom?

Janey?

Janey?

Janey?

Mom?

My baby boy.

What did you do?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry.

Scarborough County warrant.

You open up them bars,

I will have him out of your hair and off to the chair.

Where's the old-timer?

- The eclipse-- stayed home today.

- Well, someone should tell him it's just the moon.

Sun spirit ain't gonna steal his eyeballs.

Give it a rest, huh?

I want to interrogate him, but we need some more time.

- Ah, Joe, he's looking at three counts of murder one.

Then the Feds take their turn

for the Charley boy he got on the Malpaís.

You add in all the attempteds for you and Chee and the kid,

and blondie's barbecue by Christmas.

It's over.

Why'd he do it?

- Sweet Mary and Julius, who cares why?

Monsters don't need reasons.

We got enough evidence to bury him in the Grand Canyon.

He killed one of my boys. I want him put down.

- Benny Charley told me he overheard

his dad and his grandpa

talking about a blond man blowing up Drumco oil well.

Then a blond man shows up here, he starts picking off Charleys.

Do you think that's a coincidence?

- I think it's a six-year-old talking.

Let me search the trailer,

get some time with him before you take him.

- Oh, man. - If I can get at him,

you'll have six more bodies to hang on him.

- I don't need any more bodies to put him in front of a judge.

- You take him now, we'll never find out who he's working for,

and I can't live with that--can you?

- Look, Joe, I know where you're coming from,

but it ain't protocol, what you're asking, you know?

- So you're just gonna take him now

after all I went through to get him here?

Come on.

Oh, hell...

I could give you six hours. - Give me until tomorrow.

- I got to come back and get him tonight.

That's the best I can do. - Thank you.

Reno!

John, we're leaving.

What's going on?

Find me something in there

that links to the Drumco explosion.

Now!

What?

I got him, Emma.

That's good.

- I think someone else is involved,

maybe somebody at Drumco.

I'm gonna find out who.

We can finally put all this behind us.

When Sally moved in...

I was so excited.

The smell of a new baby...

little hands and feet...

Holding him while he slept.

There's been such a hole the past few years.

I thought maybe...

I wasn't thinking about Sally.

I wasn't even thinking about the baby.

I was thinking about myself...

Trying to fill that hole

my grief was digging every day.

I was convinced

that this is what I needed to put this all behind us.

But there is no behind, Joe.

There's only through.

There's only grief.

And we're going through it...

together,

not in the same way, but together.

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

I have to.

- I know. You do.

Jesus.

- Hey, you want to enjoy that inside?

- I'm working. Get out of here.

- What, you mean, like, surveillance?

Mrs. Vines?

She's got six rugs laid out in there.

Still trying to decide.

Yep, it'll be a minute.

- Don't tell her I'm out here, okay?

If you say so.

Hey, you hear?

They got your man.

- What man? - The blond man.

He's sitting in Leaphorn's jail right now.

- The eclipse is starting at 1:23,

with all clear by 2:37.

Remember, stay inside.

No eating, no drinking.

This is not the time for watching TV,

reading, or working.

Sit still. Stay reverent.

You going home, Nat?

I'll stay as long as I can.

- You better get going. You're gonna be late.

See ya.

What's this?

None of your business.

- I saw a position in Border Patrol.

Something you want to tell me?

- What can I do for you, Mr. Chee?

Did you get a new job?

Hey, what are you doing here?

- I wanted to take a look at him.

Want to stay and help?

We could use the hand.

- Nah, I should get back. I'm working surveillance.

All right.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I'll get him into the box.

What's your name?

What's it matter?

- I like to know who I'm talking to.

You're a dead man. You know that, right?

This isn't a charge you're gonna slip out of.

Alfred Newman.

My name.

Try again.

Trent Ralston.

- Yeah, we could sit here and play games,

or you can tell me something that's gonna help you.

No one can help a dead man,

not even me.

- Coming down to the rez and killing Indians

wasn't your idea, was it?

Who else's would it be?

That's what I want to know...

who you work for,

who got you into this mess in the first place,

who told you to blow up that oil well.

What oil well?

You're gonna be executed.

Feds, the sheriff--

they got more than they need to make that happen.

The only way you might prevent it

is if you tell me who's behind this.

Who are you working for?

Well...

maybe...

I just don't like Indians.

- Deloyd Webster-- he's a private investigator.

And they had a meeting

the morning our suspect went after Chee in the hospital.

You think they're working together?

Let's find out.

Um...

how you doing? - I'm Lieutenant Leaphorn.

This is Sergeant Manuelito. - Hello.

Thank you for coming.

Take a seat. - Yeah.

Not every day an Indian cop asks for my help.

What can I do you for?

Well, we're hoping that, um,

you could tell us where you were last Tuesday

around 10:00 in the morning.

- We're trying to establish a timeline.

- You're not a suspect, but this man is.

You know him?

- Sure, yeah, my Tuesday morning--

first time I had the pleasure of meeting him in person.

- What's his name? - Said it was Al Newman.

It isn't.

Not surprised.

What was the meeting about?

I was giving him an update.

On?

- Hey, now, come on, Lieutenant.

Dealing with a professional. That shit's confidential.

- Client is currently sitting in my interrogation room.