Longmire

Zachary?

What you doing?

The drawers stick.

- Not for me, they didn't. - Morning, Ruby.

Sticky drawers.

Okay.

- Um, you missed a call. - Who?

- Ten minutes ago. - Thanks.

Ruby, who was it?

- Hmm? - Who was it?

None of your business.

This is Deputy Moretti.

Hey. It's good to hear your voice.

- What's going on? - Work.

Yeah, me too. Actually, that's, uh... that's why I'm calling.

Looks like your department put a flag on a Will Balint.

Name ring a bell?

Yeah, it does. Why? What'd he do?

He died.

Sheriff Wilkins isn't at the office.

He's already headed to the Cumberland County morgue.

Tell him we'll meet him there.

We'll meet him there.

So, what brings you to Cumberland County?

This guy.

I called them, Sheriff.

I had to 'cause they never call me.

So, how did he die?

Oil-rig accident.

Overhead pipe slid loose from its chain,

struck him on the back of the head, knocking him out.

Fell face first into some mud, suffocated.

How deep was the mud?

Three inches.

Seriously?

Well, if you're unconscious, that's plenty deep to block your air passage.

Yeah.

Anyone see this happen?

No.

They didn't even find the guy until one of the next fellas came on shift.

By then, it was too late.

What makes you so damn interested in him, anyway?

Will Balint is a suspect in a recent rape case.

Seems suspicious he now shows up dead.

Well, hell, he's an oil rigger, Walt.

Newett Energy's actually got a better safety record than most.

But with that drill turning 24/7, there's bound to be accidents.

Remind me, Jim.

You still owe me a favor, or is it my turn?

I lent you Eamonn, so I reckon the next favor comes from you.

Might have to make it two, then.

Would you mind if I looked around that oil rig a bit?

It's not your county, Walt.

I know that.

But if this death is the result of something that happened in my county,

I can't help but feel some responsibility here.

All right. You go take your look.

But I'm sending Deputy O'Neill here along as an escort.

I know how you get, Walt.

I don't want you forgetting that oil company provides a lot of revenue

and a lot of jobs in this county.

Will was a good worker.

Hell, he was better than good. He was outstanding.

That's why I just promoted him to assistant driller.

What was Will's previous position?

Roughneck.

Are those the guys whose job it is

to physically force young girls into having sexual intercourse?

Those charges were dropped.

Or does, uh, "innocent until proven guilty"

only hold true in, uh, Cumberland County?

Walker, we're all just trying to do our jobs here.

And our friends from Absaroka, they're here with Sheriff Wilkins' blessing,

so I need you to be as forthcoming with them as you were with us.

Of course. My apologies.

Just a little unsettling to lose one of your own.

You know how that is, don't you, Sheriff?

Who found the body?

Trot Simic.

Trot!

Get up here, tell 'em what you know.

Uh, I clocked in, and I walked up here to start my shift.

And I saw, uh, Will laying in the mud.

- Was he dead when you found him? - Yeah.

I mean, I tried to clear his airway and do CPR, you know, just in case,

but, uh, I couldn't remember how many breaths for each push and...

There ain't nothing you could do.

Don't beat yourself up on this one.

Yeah.

Where did this accident happen, Trot?

Trot found Will right down there, 30-foot pipe right beside him.

I don't know if he got hit down there or if he got knocked off the platform.

So you just tossed Will Balint's body aside

so you all could just get back to work?

Look, everybody knows what they're getting into here.

It's a dangerous job. People get hurt.

That's why it pays what it pays.

But if we were to stop production every time there was an on-site accident,

however sad,

we'd immediately start hemorrhaging hundreds of thousands of dollars.

We'd all be out of a job.

Speaking of which, that's enough gossip, boys!

Go on! Get back to work!

Just so you know, we did document the scene and take statements

before Sheriff Wilkins gave the okay for production to start back up again.

So you think it was an accident?

I do.

Clearly you don't.

What is it? Just the coincidence of the timing?

Walt doesn't believe in coincidence.

There was also the matter of that promotion.

Well, sure.

Guy's new at his job, he's more likely to make a mistake.

Especially if he leapfrogs all the way up

from roughneck to assistant driller in one day.

Is that weird?

Me and Henry spent most of our 20s working rigs up in Prudhoe Bay.

All those years, I never saw anybody get made up from roughneck to A.D.

without being a derrickman for at least a couple years.

So, what's so special about Will Balint to make him the exception?

Well, let me take a look at these guys' work records and performance reviews.

That might explain things.

How you gonna manage that?

I'll just tell them they can comply with Cumberland's modest request,

or I'll sic these two Absaroka hard-asses on them.

Henry?

Hello, Cady.

You look nice.

Thank you. You don't.

Car trouble.

So, what is the occasion?

I'm going to meet a client from one of the case files that Mathias gave me.

Someone set fire to Collin Burnside's house,

so I'm trying to push the feds to open an investigation.

Knock 'em dead.

Thanks.

Wait, so what happened to Gab's rapist?

He got promoted, and then he got knocked out in a work-related accident

and suffocated in three inches of mud.

Wow.

Some coincidence.

You think someone was trying to get revenge for Gab's rape?

Well, if there was, we need to figure out who knew enough

to even identify Will Balint as a rapist.

There's Gab, of course, her mom, Linda.

Yeah. May Stillwater, Gab's friend Mandy.

And us.

You can't take anything for granted, right?

I mean, a badge and a gun doesn't make you flawless.

- You're right. - He is?

Malachi.

His badge didn't keep him from being a corrupt tribal police chief.

Malachi also knew about Gab's rapists

after Mathias and I took a look at the casino security footage.

Walt, you missed two more calls.

I'll have to try back later.

You know, it's also possible

that this didn't have anything to do with Gab's rape.

Vic said that Will Balint was just promoted, right?

Maybe one of his co-workers had a hard time with it.

Professional jealousy, you know?

Brings up hard feelings.

That's true.

Vic, I want you to drive back to Oden and see if you can find, uh, Archer Loftus.

Who's Archer Loftus?

He's a roughneck I met at the casino.

He's a whistle-blower, uh, conspiracy theorist.

If Ferg is right and this is about internal politics at Newett Energy,

Archer will know about it.

Why do I have to go? It was Ferg's theory.

Well, if memory serves,

you and Eamonn had the best working relationship of any of us.

Zach, Ferg, I want you two to put together a list

of all of Gab's close family members and friends,

anybody that may have been motivated to see her rapists punished.

On it.

How about you?

I think someone needs to talk to Gab.

She deserves to know that Will Balint is dead.

Thanks for coming.

Wanted you to be here when Gab heard the news.

What news?

One of her rapists was killed.

Thank you for talking with us.

Gab, is your mom at work?

She quit last week.

What's she doing now?

Taking a vacation somewhere.

She bought this TV before she left.

When's she coming back?

Check the freezer.

How many Lean Cuisines?

Six.

Six days, then.

What do you want?

We came to tell you that Will Balint is dead.

Who's Will Balint?

He's one of the men who raped you.

Which one?

The taller one.