Tribal

I repeat all patrols be on the look out,

for poachers on the northwest quadrant...

Good afternoon, everyone.

Now, the Federal Justice Department

would like to announce that we are entering a new era

in police partnership for the city and the four

surrounding Indian reserves.

The Tribal Police Force,

which operates for the Plains Cree, the Arapaho,

the Blackfoot, and the Dakota Nations,

will be overseen and directed by Justice.

Uh, Chief, can you tell us what propagated

this aggressive third party takeover of Tribal?

Tribal Police Force has always been

under the jurisdiction of the Federal Government.

However, this is an effort to move forward with

intentional integration, inclusion,

and collaboration.

- Hey, it's a cop! - Only a Tribal cop.

We are making an attempt to

break down all the systemic barriers,

and uh... disconnects, which existed by dividing

those cases involving cultural designation and regional boundaries.

This is Officer Woodburn in pursuit

of two suspected poachers on quads...

Let's have some fun, go, go, go!

Piss-off Indian Pig.

Come here princess!

Let's go!

Does this have anything to do with the suspension

of Tribal Police Chief Crowchild?

Well, that is an ongoing internal investigation.

So, I'm unable to comment at this time.

Sir, over here...

Shit.

I forgot flowers.

- I'm sure he won't hold it against you. - No.

He's not even in that ground, anyhow.

I don't understand why you insist on coming out here.

It's morbid.

_

I miss you.

Thanks for coming, Mom.

It means a lot to me.

No problem.

Yeah?

Yep.

Now?

Okay.

I've gotta go downtown.

Why now?

The chief of the Justice Department wants to talk.

Hey, Buke.

Buke, tell 'em how it used to be.

You know, when there was a lounge in the station?

- Mm, mm-hmm. - And the guys used to bring in

their own booze and strippers.

These guys know the stories.

Not your stories, Buke...

Come on. Just give us one from the good 'ol days.

Okay? How about the one where the cop got hammered

at the station, took a squad car, drove it a block,

and smashed it into a power pole?

Come on, Mitch. You're full of shit.

No, no. It's true... I remember that one.

And... um... his own buddies had to arrest him.

And then he puked all over the booking desk.

- You boys want another round? - Thank you.

Yeah.

That's it fellas. I'm done.

Pussy.

Uh-huh.

Hold all my calls.

The suspension is complete bullshit, Connie,

and you know it.

Is it?!

Is it?

Do you even realize how much this department has

covered for you?

I've had to suppress most of it so I don't look bad.

Not to mention, if the reserves ever find out.

They can't prove anything.

It's my ass on the line here.

Not 'they'.

A speeding ticket, that's one thing,

but... let this go, let that go...

Then some Tribal Police case files go missing.

Now, who really knows what you've tainted or buried?

We had to suspend you, Daniel.

No.

Actually, I had to.

The fact remains that no one, including you,

can prove anything.

I don't have to.

Those files on the missing evidence were from

reserves that were your responsibility.

What if the evidence somehow turned up?

It's too late.

No, we've... we've already appointed a new...

interim Chief of Tribal.

Really?

Well, I guess we're done here.

You're clear.

Thanks.

Hey, Sam.

Chief?

What brings you downtown at this hour?

Um, sorry.

Hey.

Yeah, I'm busy.

I'll meet you later.

You know where.

Okay.

Bye.

So...

what are you doing here so late?

Connie just asked me to come in.

Really?

What for?

I don't know. He literally just called me.

I just talked to him.

He didn't mention you.

See ya later.

So...

Connie just called you out of the blue,

to meet tonight?

Yeah.

And you don't know why?

Nope.

Going up.

Ah!

Dude!

Ah, I think I'm bleeding.

Come on.

You dick! These cost $200 bucks each.

All right.

Huh.

I don't know what you're laughing at, Cody.

You're the one that just got roasted

by a dirty rotten nasty.

Oh, no. Don't tell me she did it again.

Oh yeah.

Steinhauer nailed her at Duncan's last Friday.

It's practically going viral.

Here... wanna see?

Yeah.

Dude. I broke up with her weeks ago.

Holy shit.

She's got nice ones, man.

Who took this?

That wild man Steiny posted it yesterday.

Hey!

Dude.

I thought you broke up with her...

you big bitch.

That is so good, Chloe.

- Hey, Dad. I'll see ya later. - What?

Where do you think you're going, young lady?

I already told you I'm going to Eric's.

Eric Steinhauer's?

I thought you were gonna watch Chloe tonight?

That's tomorrow, right, Mom?

Okay. But tomorrow for sure.

No problem.

In the door by nine.

- Nine. - Sure.

Bye, Chlo-bear.

Bye, Candy.

Softy.

Oh, shush.

Whatchu got?

Ahhhhh.

No.

How unfortunate.

Shoot.

Let's get some meth or somethin'.

Uh... let's not.

Let's do something then.

There's a party at Melissa's.

Lame.

Let's grab a bite.

Lame!

Here we go.

Okay.

Oh.

It's about time.

Hi.

I'm Ryan.

Sorry, I'm late.

Well, I'm just gonna have to deduct it from your fee.

You'll have to take that up with the agency.

If you like, I can leave.

Whatever.

Come in.

It's a nice place you got here.

Live all alone?

- So... how much is an hour? - Hmm.

$400.

What about two hours?

$800.