Dark Winds

Previously on "Dark Winds"...

Out here, sometimes the best protection isn't your .38.

Get down!

She thinks she's encountered a dark spirit.

Young, pregnant girl came.

Just wanna make sure she's not in any trouble.

Why is it every time that you get a feeling,

it always ends up being more work for me?

Would you wanna stay with Joe and I?

This was your son's room?

The oil field. This is where I lost my boy.

I'm sorry about your son.

You can cut the act. I know you're FBI.

You're FBI?

Left the bureau.

Thinkin' about stayin' a while?

Keepin' my options open.

Well, we could always use your help around here.

Natalie, it's Leaphorn, do you copy?

Go ahead, Lieutenant.

Call Sheriff Sena, tell him we tracked

the suspect to a trailer about an hour south

of Rough Rock between Pinon and Chinle.

Natalie, do you copy, over?

Copy.

Sheriff Sena... find him, wait for backup.

Do not approach the suspect.

They're about 2 to 3 hours away, best case.

I am tired of chasin' this guy.

Navajo Tribal Police! Come out!

Keep your hands where we can see 'em!

Down, now!

What happened?

I was attacked.

By what?

Aliens.

It might've been a sheep.

I'm taking you to the hospital.

What's this?

The rest of me.

Oh.

Yeah.

I'm sorry!

April 15.

April 15.

Emma Leaphorn?

He's out of surgery.

I'll let you know when you can see him.

Thank you.

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Joe!

Joe! - Yeah?

It's Emma. Something happened.

Emma.

I'm OK, just a bump on the head.

I'm ready to go home,

but the doctor wants to go over X-rays with me.

OK.

He's treating me like one of his regular patients

and not like an Ind...

Hey. Hey.

I got you.

- Excuse me, Lieutenant. - Yeah.

Mrs. Leaphorn.

The victim was Navajo,

came in for his cancer treatments.

That stuff really work?

Yeah, well enough.

His name was Emerson Charley.

You knew him?

Recognize the name. Brother was Dillon Charley.

Ran a church on the rez, called themselves People of Darkness.

Killed a couple of years ago in a car accident.

Year before he died, he predicted

something bad was gonna happen out of the Drumco oil well.

You talking about that explosion,

killed those six men,

your boy?

Yeah.

Yeah, well,

I figure this thing had a leak in the gas line.

You knick the line,

and then the engine heats up and ignites the gas.

And the next thing you know, you know.

You said this went up about 10:00?

About.

What time was his appointment?

7:00.

So the truck had been here nearly three hours,

sitting here.

Assuming he wasn't on Indian time.

Engine would have been cold by then.

The engine was cold.

What was the accelerant?

Let me borrow your flashlight.

You think he mighta lost an earring when he got blowed up?

What's that?

Timer spring.

Won't be the only piece of bomb you find

if you look close enough.

Oh, now... now... now wait a quick minute.

That... that man was dying of cancer, Lieutenant,

had less than two months, according to his doctor.

Who'd want to blow him up?

Who and why?

Oh, God damn it.

This is not how I wanted to start my day.

Man has a son.

Name is Tomas. Lives out by Red Mesa.

Start there, tell him what happened.

See if I can figure out the why of it.

You might want to take a closer look at that truck,

see if you can get a line on who.

You OK?

This whole family needs to have a ceremony.

Again?

You had it your way, I'd never leave ceremony.

It's not normal for us to be around

so much death and violence.

We have to stay in Hózhó.

And what you went through this morning scared you.

It scared me too.

This family needs to be put back in balance.

We're having a ceremony.

Go ahead, Bernie. Whatcha got?

I'm in pursuit of a male Navajo, 20s,

headed North of the Old Road, a couple miles east of Kayenta.

I think it's Dean Bitsuie.

10-4.

What'd he do now? Steal another car?

Worse.

Tell Leaphorn I'm gonna be late.

Lieutenant, Bernie called in.

She's gonna be late.

Take it easy on her.

Guess I'll handle roll call.

All right, everyone, listen up.

Felix, got another complaint from Gerald Nez.

Says somebody's illegally dumping

RV waste on his property.

Let's see what's going on, OK?

Yes, sir.

Greetings, Earthlings.

Sit.

In a chair, Begaye.

You heard about the truck bomb in Skunkborough yesterday?

Who?

Victim's Navajo.

Elder named Emerson Charley.

Thought those kinds of things

only happened in big cities.

Yeah, well, there's monsters everywhere.

My uncle knew Emerson.

Said he only had a few months to live.

I'm gonna go talk to his son, Tomas...

And find out...

What the?

Oh come, Bernadette, why you gotta lock me up, man?

What'd I tell you last time, Dean?

Right, that next time, I was gonna lock you up.

Well, guess what? It's next time.

- Come on. - Have a heart.

Grow a brain.

- Dean. - What'd he do this time?

Before or after he got my car stuck in the sand?

All right, we're done here. Let's get to it.

That an Appaloosa?

How about "Good job, Sergeant"?

Well, how 'bout you ask for help next time

you have to ride a suspect in on a horse.

Hmm?

When you're done here, see what Steve has to say.

Well, sail on, on Silver Girl.

'Member me?

No.

You bought a horse off my brother, Danny,

like, three, four years ago.

We met when you came to pick him up.

Good luck.

Let me ask you something, Sergeant Manuelito.

Do you believe?

No last digit.

Have you found her?

Take a look.

See that?

Linda Maddox.

Ring a bell?

You think that could be her?

Is it?

Huevos rancheros and your breakfast burrito.

Gracias.

There's something else.

The needle in the haystack...

Just got a little shinier.

Hey, trust me.

So...

what're you doing out here in Indian country anyway?