Tribal

Did you do anything like this

when you were young?

No.

Things were different back then.

It wasn't so cool to be Indian.

I shouldn't have started.

No smudging in my day school.

No traditions.

No culture.

Sorry, Mom.

Let's just drop it.

What?

What's this?

Oh, it's nothing.

It's almost gone.

Aren't you supposed to be the face of Tribal?

Isn't that the whole point of

why they've got you on the news,

so the world can see how things are changed now?

The whole point?

Psh. Well, that's a little harsh.

But, yeah. I guess.

They like my image.

Yeah, well, you're not just some cop.

You're Chief.

You should be sitting in a desk somewhere.

It's not like that.

You know, next time, it could be a scar...

or worse.

Be right back.

Hey.

Hey.

I didn't know this one was already called upstairs.

It wasn't, I was just driving by.

So, what do we know?

So, I've got two witnesses.

Clerk, the customer, in a middle of a transaction and

suddenly the place just turned into a warzone.

So, we've got 27 rounds, all fired from this area.

Anything yet on ballistics?

Forensics will have to confirm, but I'd say 9mm.

You ask the clerk who might wanna hurt him?

Yeah, he said he had no idea.

I haven't asked the customer yet,

'cause he's busy being patched up by the paramedic.

That's a lot of work for a minor flesh wound.

Maybe someone was sending a message.

Around here?

I don't know, I was just thinking,

like... uh... reckless kids or maybe drunks, right?

It's not the kind of thing that happens on this reserve.

Mm, times are changing.

I don't know, I've just never been

called out for something like this.

It doesn't really make sense, you know?

One sec.

Hey.

I'm Tribal Police Chief Woodburn.

Man... I'm sorry to hear

what happened to you today.

Can you tell me what you saw?

Mostly a lot of glass flying at my face.

But before I got hit,

I did see that there was a white van.

Can you describe the vehicle in more detail?

I can do better than that.

That's the end of the license plate.

I'm not gonna meet you,

I'm gonna dig in here with Mitch, okay?

- Uh-huh... yep. - We're going to look at traffic cam footage.

Not sure that there's anything there.

Sure, I'll check in later.

Alright, bye.

Buke's gonna gather traffic cam footage.

Wow.

They're not even trying to hide it.

This should be interesting.

Why?

I know the family that runs this company.

I played hockey with one of their sons, Phil.

What's his deal?

He's got more balls than brains.

And an arrest record.

Hey!

My man!

What are you doing here?

It's been a while.

Phil.

Is this your girl?

How do you get any work done?

I'm not his girl.

Yeah, she's the new Chief of Tribal.

So, you could show some respect.

Oh, could I?

Good afternoon, Chief.

What can we help you with?

Who drives the white van that's parked out front?

Those are company vehicles.

What's going on?

I'm Deirdre Thundercloud.

This is my husband, Gordon.

And you know Phil and Tim.

Yeah, those vans haven't left the lot today.

What happened?

There was a shooting at a gas station.

Innocent customer got shot.

Who was driving it this morning?

We didn't send anyone on a run.

You might have the wrong van.

Yeah, that's unlikely.

A witness wrote down a part of the license plate, so...

Yours is the only vehicle that matches

the plate and make within the area.

Huh.

Do you have any cameras in the parking lot?

No, we don't.

We worry more about what goes on in the inside

than the outside, uh, Chief.

Phil Thundercloud?

First arrested, age 15.

Charges were dropped.

Yeah, a lot of charges were dropped in those days.

Doesn't mean you weren't guilty.

Hmm.

You think you're real smart, huh?

Would you say, um, you ran our names?

This shit make you feel like an alpha dog, sweetie?

What did you call me?

Sam, come on.

Wow... Joke of a chief and hard of hearing.

You're lucky you're so hot...

Sweetie.

You're under arrest for assaulting a police officer.

Oh, come on.

Are you serious?

- Easy, bitch. - Hey, come on.

You wanna be next?

Where are the keys to the van?

Now I've got cause to search it.

This isn't good for any of us.

I'm sure my son didn't mean to offend you or...

Unless you wanna be arrested too,

get me those keys.

Daniel wouldn't have ever pulled this shit.

You know I'm right, Nate.

This is some bullshit.

I told y'all that...

- Nate, shut him up. - Stop making it worse.

So, uh...

You good and everything?

Sure.

I hear you're, uh, charging some guy with assault?

I'm fine.

I heard he just slapped your ass.

Still...

Drugs were in a company vehicle.

You don't know that he had anything to do with that

or the shooting, either.

You're really gonna...

Yeah. I am, Buke.

Fine, your call.

Sam.

Okay, you know what?

Let's go for a walk.

If you're too ashamed

to complain about a little ass slap

in this room full of people,

maybe you shouldn't be complaining about it to start with.

Seriously, complaining?

He assaulted a police officer.

A native man, who's been racially profiled

his entire life, gets a little heated with two officers

who invaded his family's property.

Woah, invaded his property?

You gotta let it go.

Nobody got hurt.

We don't know who he hurt

or who he's gonna hurt next.

He's an impulsive asshole.

You're making judgements when

you don't even know he did anything.

Whatcha doing in here?

He fits the description a witness gave

of a mugger that nearly killed a woman tonight.

We're just asking him a few questions.

Maybe I have a few questions.

When we're finished with him.

No.

A few questions for you.

Was this description anything more than being Indian?

He was in the area at the time of the crime.

Oh, he was in the area.

Well, throw him in the cell then.

Look at his shirt... red.

Hard to miss.

Did your witness describe that?

Did he get a phone call?

Offer him maybe a glass of water.

How about some medical attention?

Which brings me to the big question...