Dark Winds

- Previously on "Dark Winds"...

- A few nights ago someone stole a box

from my husband's safe.

This was in your lockbox.

- What is this? - It was my son's.

He was wearing it the day he died.

- The world needs to know what is going on here.

- For what-- so you can write something

about us poor Indians on the rez?

Bern, he's here.

- I want every hitcher run down.

I want every car in the area searched.

It's a blond man-- I think he murdered my son.

- 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 that.

- They're about two to three hours away, best-case.

- I am tired of chasing this guy.

Navajo Tribal Police.

Come out.

Keep your hands where we can see them!

Down! Down!

Are you hit?

No. No, I'm fine.

- Come on. -

Go.

Clear.

He smashed the radio, took the rifle.

Yeah.

He'll have range on us.

He had a map in the trailer.

He knows the area.

He'll follow the road.

- Backup's still two hours out if we're lucky.

- We don't get him by sunup, he'll be gone forever.

Well, by get him, you mean...

Any means necessary.

It's pretty narrow.

He'll wait till we're bunched up.

Go around.

He's got eight shots.

He'll make 'em count.

Don't move!

Put your hands where I can see 'em, now!

You got him? - Yeah.

Hey!

- Joe, we can't possibly go down there.

Hey, we know where he's going.

I'm not asking you to.

Joe.

- This is the man who murdered my son, Bern.

I'm not gonna lose him.

Joe, Joe, Joe!

Joe!

Where's Leaphorn?

Out there.

Suspect jumped down a canyon.

Leaphorn went after him.

- There's a way out up north, about 15 miles from here.

How do you know he didn't go that way?

No, it's too far.

He's taking him to jail.

He went this way and he'll come out here.

Look, I know this land, Sheriff.

Just let me go with you.

- I need somebody I can count on.

So do I.

My horses, my rules.

My rez, my rules.

You sure don't make it easy, I'll say that.

- Well, making it easy never got me anywhere I wanted to go.

This isn't about you.

I lost a good man last night.

- And Joe Leaphorn is like a father to me.

I'll bet.

Don't make me regret this.

- Some babies just don't laugh until they're older.

I'm sure his hearing is fine, but this will tell us.

- Well, uh, where's Sally today?

She's in the waiting room.

She thought I might be better at this.

- Well, she's lucky to have you.

Most girls like her just aren't cut out to be mothers.

Okay.

All right, little guy. Here we go.

Just for a minute. Just--just for a minute.

Here.

Cut my lip on a piñon shell.

They don't crack that way.

I know.

Learned the hard way.

What are you in for?

I'm here for my baby.

- You have a baby? How old are you?

Are you in high school or,

uh, do they call it boarding school here?

Boy or girl?

Was that your baby?

He's getting some tests done.

- He's in there with your husband?

Oh, honey, I didn't mean to-- you know what?

I, um--I have--

uh, I have a tissue here.

You know, I'm writing a story...

Guess who hears just fine.

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

Come on, Sally.

I hope your lip feels better.

They don't crack that way.

Get up.

I said get up.

Where are we going?

Jail.

Walk.

That's a three-day walk.

No food, no water.

You won't make it.

Shut up and walk.

Get up.

Move.

Come on in.

Do you mind?

Actually, I'm convalescing.

Hmm. I heard.

- Yeah, I see you're feeling real terrible

I got shot and almost killed again in the hospital.

I'm sorry.

For your troubles.

- I don't want your blood money.

- What if I told you that if I'd known

how this would have turned out, I never would have hired you?

- What if you told me the truth?

Everything.

The truth is, I...

stuck my nose into something that wasn't my business.

That's it?

- You'll find I have been more than fair.

And now this all ends. - All what?

- Whatever this is that almost got you killed twice.

- And there were others who weren't so lucky.

And you're just gonna walk away from all that?

- I read the "Scarborough Gazette," Mr. Chee.

What happened to that young deputy was awful.

I've already arranged a contribution

to the widow's fund.

- And what about the Navajos who died?

What about their widows?

The Charleys.

You mean Emerson?

And Tomas.

I have to go.

Sit down.

You think I'm an idiot?

You think I don't know what's going on here?

What's going on?

- Well, you're screwing my wife, you son of a bitch.

I'm not gonna stand here--

- My name is Jim Chee, Mr. Vines.

I'm a private investigator.

I'm not screwing your wife.

I'm working for her.

Or at least I was until a few minutes ago.

She hired me

to find your lockbox.

What did she tell you?

Not the whole story.

Perhaps I can enlighten you.

I'm not interested.

- Well, then perhaps I can interest you

in working for me, Mr. Chee.

Doing what?

- I followed Rosemary here because I'm convinced

she's having an affair.

I need confirmation.

Take the gun.

What's your rate?

Have a good day, Mr. Vines.

It's Ben.

Seriously. What is it?

50 bucks a day?

100?