Dark Winds

Clear.

You good?

Yeah.

What?

What the hell is that?

It's a bug.

She knows we're here.

- And she wants to know what we know.

Go pack now.

Son of a bitch.

Wake up.

Hey, man.

Wake up.

Wake your ass up!

I'm gonna ask you a question.

And I want you to think real hard before you answer.

Who are you?

You know who I am.

Let's try that again.

Who are you?

Mike Garcia.

Ah!

Ah, shit, man!

What is wrong with you?

What are you doing here?

I--I came to see if Leroy was here.

- Oh, so you could break into

your long-lost friend's apartment,

what, out of the goodness of your heart?

Is that why you raided my place too?

Because we're such good friends?

- Look, I'm messed up, man. It's just--

I don't know if it's the party, the pills,

or stitching you up, but it just feels

like I'm back there, you know, War Zone C.

I don't know where I am or what I'm saying.

Yeah.

You sounded fine over the phone earlier.

Who were you calling?

Huh?

Your partner?

Huh?

- Hey, hey. Come on, man. Untie me.

What's this, huh?

Hmm!

Come on, Sonny.

I'm your friend.

- Hollywood Motor Hotel, please.

I helped you out.

- Hollywood Motor Hotel. - Come on, Sonny.

- Hi. - Sonny.

- Can I get Mike Garcia's room, please?

- We don't have a guest named Mike Garcia.

- Oh, you don't have a Mike Garcia

staying at your hotel.

That's right.

- My apologies. - Uh-huh.

- All right, thank you much. You have a good day.

Yeah, you too.

I--I can explain, OK?

- And back to another block of music.

You are cruising past sunset, and here is Jackson Browne...

I--I can explain!

- With "Doctor My Eyes." - Wait! Wait! Wait!

- Oh, now you wanna talk, huh?

Huh? Now you wanna talk?

Huh?

What, you think I'm a moron,

that I'd just drive around all day, wouldn't figure it out?

Huh?

You wait till Albert finds out you traded on his name.

Then he's gonna wish you were alive.

He's dead.

Albert Gorman is dead.

Bullshit!

It's true.

It's true.

I--I found his body back on the rez.

That's where I work,

at the Navajo Tribal Police.

Son of a bitch!

- I don't give a shit what you're into.

That's not what I'm here for.

I'm here to find Leroy and his cousin Billie

before they end up like Albert.

I'm Sergeant Jim Chee.

Let's talk this out before you do something

to a police officer you can't undo.

Shut your goddamn mouth.

Shut it.

Who killed Albert?

He was hunted down

by a blonde woman, German accent.

You know her?

You call that number and, what,

she comes clean up the mess for McNair?

She murdered Albert's grandfather, too,

an innocent elder, in cold blood.

She's gonna kill Leroy when she finds him,

along with his little cousin Billie.

She's just a 16-year-old girl, man, a kid.

We're all dispensable to them, even you.

You know, she's looking for Leroy now,

so it's just a matter of time.

You sure this is the place?

- Yeah, it's the address Chee said.

Untie me, man.

If that's her, you're gonna need my help.

Sonny.

She doesn't knock.

- Go down and around.

Don't move.

No! No!

No.

Don't move.

You son of a bitch.

Don't move.

Don't move.

- You OK? - Yeah, I'm good. I'm fine.

Bern.

Yeah.

- Get down on your knees. Hands behind your back.

Hey.

Oh, God.

You're on fire.

- You gotta look at his wallet, Joe.

The card.

- Oh! - The German.

- We need to get him to the hospital, Joe.

- All right, take my truck. Here.

I'll stay here with him.

I'll call the feds.

- I'm gonna show up at your door!

I'm gonna find you!

Oh, no, you're not.

This is how you get her to show up at your door, isn't it?

The German.

Hmm?

You won't find a better

all-inclusive facility in the city.

Yeah, in fact, we are gold star plus rated

with the state regulators.

And perhaps you saw the recent article in "AARP" magazine

where we ranked above Mar Vista, every category.

- - Hmm.

There's a swimming pool.

Mm-hmm.

- Might be out of our price range.

Oh.

No better exercise, though.

Do you like the water, Gunther?

- Mm. - No.

Hmm.

Oh.

That's Marshmallow.

He has his run of the place.

The residents find him very comforting.

What'd he say?

- He said the cat just sealed the deal.

Hmm.

Where do I sign?

- Well, there's just the matter of the security deposit.

Now, I imagine you want a private room

with an ocean view?

That'll be $550 a month plus a $1,200 security deposit.