02x05 - Black Hole Sun

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "Dark Winds"...

I am tired of chasing this guy.

It's a funny thing...
the hunter and his prey.

- Now!
- [g*nshots]

- The man who m*rder*d my son.
- Joe!

- Where's Leaphorn?
- Out there.

Joe won't rest until
the blond man's in jail.

Let me go with you.

- Get up.
- [BOTH GRUNT]

I got him, Bern.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

We're no different.

♪ Lollipop, lollipop,
oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop,
oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop,
oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

- ♪ Lollipop ♪
- [POPS LIPS]

♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop,
oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

♪ Lollipop, lollipop,
oh, lolli, lolli, lolli ♪

- ♪ Lollipop ♪
- [POPS LIPS]

[LAUGHTER, CHATTER ON TV]

Dad, turn it down. [SIGHS]

[CHATTER CONTINUES ON TV]

Dad.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

Mom?

Janey?

♪

Janey?

Janey?

[METRONOME TICKING]

♪

Mom?

♪

My baby boy.

[SOFTLY] What did you do?

[SOBBING]

[SOFTLY] I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry.

♪

Scarborough County warrant.

You open up them bars,

I will have him out of your
hair and off to the chair.

Where's the old-timer?

The eclipse... stayed home today.

Well, someone should tell
him it's just the moon.

Sun spirit ain't gonna
steal his eyeballs.

Give it a rest, huh?

I want to interrogate him,
but we need some more time.

Ah, Joe, he's looking at
three counts of m*rder one.

Then the Feds take their turn

for the Charley boy
he got on the Malpaís.

You add in all the attempteds
for you and Chee and the kid,

and blondie's barbecue by Christmas.

It's over.

- Why'd he do it?
- [CAR DOOR CLOSES]

Sweet Mary and Julius, who cares why?

Monsters don't need reasons.

We got enough evidence to
bury him in the Grand Canyon.

He k*lled one of my
boys. I want him put down.

Benny Charley told me he overheard

his dad and his grandpa

talking about a blond man
blowing up Drumco oil well.

Then a blond man shows up here,
he starts picking off Charleys.

Do you think that's a coincidence?

I think it's a six-year-old talking.

Let me search the trailer,

get some time with him
before you take him.

- Oh, man.
- If I can get at him,

you'll have six more
bodies to hang on him.

I don't need any more bodies
to put him in front of a judge.

You take him now, we'll never
find out who he's working for,

and I can't live with that... can you?

Look, Joe, I know where
you're coming from,

but it ain't protocol, what
you're asking, you know?

So you're just gonna take him now

after all I went
through to get him here?

Come on.

♪

[SIGHS]

Oh, hell...

- I could give you six hours.
- Give me until tomorrow.

I got to come back and get him tonight.

- That's the best I can do.
- Thank you.

Reno!

John, we're leaving.

What's going on?

Find me something in there

that links to the Drumco expl*si*n.

Now!

[MOODY GUITAR MUSIC]

♪

[DISTANT DOG BARKING]

What?

I got him, Emma.

That's good.

I think someone else is involved,

maybe somebody at Drumco.

I'm gonna find out who.

We can finally put all this behind us.

- [SIGHS]
- [DISTANT BARKING CONTINUES]

When Sally moved in...

I was so excited.

The smell of a new baby...

little hands and feet...

[SIGHS]

Holding him while he slept.

[DISTANT BARKING CONTINUES]

There's been such a
hole the past few years.

I thought maybe...

[SIGHS] I wasn't thinking about Sally.

I wasn't even thinking about the baby.

I was thinking about myself... [SIGHS]

[SNIFFLES]

Trying to fill that hole my
grief was digging every day.

[SNIFFLES] I was convinced

that this is what I needed
to put this all behind us.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

But there is no behind, Joe.

There's only through.

There's only grief.

♪

And we're going through it...

together,

not in the same way, but together.

♪

I have to find out
who's behind this, Emma.

I have to.

♪

I know. You do.

♪

[POUNDS ON WINDOW]

Jesus.

[CHUCKLES] Hey, you want
to enjoy that inside?

I'm working. Get out of here.

[CHUCKLES] What, you
mean, like, surveillance?

Mrs. Vines?

She's got six rugs laid out in there.

Still trying to decide.

Yep, it'll be a minute.

Don't tell her I'm out here, okay?

If you say so.

Hey, you hear?

They got your man.

- What man?
- The blond man.

He's sitting in
Leaphorn's jail right now.

♪

[ENGINE TURNING OVER]

[ON RADIO] The eclipse
is starting at : ,

with all clear by : .

Remember, stay inside.

No eating, no drinking.

This is not the time for watching TV,

reading, or working.

Sit still. Stay reverent.

[RADIO JINGLE PLAYING]

♪

You going home, Nat?

I'll stay as long as I can.

You better get going.
You're gonna be late.

[SPEAKING DINÉ]

See ya.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SCOFFS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CLEARS THROAT]

What's this?

None of your business.

I saw a position in Border Patrol.

Something you want to tell me?

What can I do for you, Mr. Chee?

[CHUCKLES] Did you get a new job?

[DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Hey, what are you doing here?

I wanted to take a look at him.

Want to stay and help?

We could use the hand.

Nah, I should get back.
I'm working surveillance.

All right.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I'll get him into the box.

What's your name?

What's it matter?

I like to know who I'm talking to.

You're a dead man. You know that, right?

This isn't a charge
you're gonna slip out of.

Alfred Newman.

My name.

Try again.

Trent Ralston.

Yeah, we could sit here and play games,

or you can tell me something
that's gonna help you.

No one can help a dead man,

not even me.

Coming down to the
rez and k*lling Indians

wasn't your idea, was it?

Who else's would it be?

That's what I want to know...

who you work for,

who got you into this
mess in the first place,

who told you to blow up that oil well.

What oil well?

You're gonna be ex*cuted.

Feds, the sheriff...

they got more than they
need to make that happen.

The only way you might prevent it

is if you tell me who's behind this.

Who are you working for?

Well...

maybe...

I just don't like Indians.

♪

Deloyd Webster... he's
a private investigator.

And they had a meeting

the morning our suspect went
after Chee in the hospital.

You think they're working together?

Let's find out.

Um...

- how you doing?
- I'm Lieutenant Leaphorn.

- This is Sergeant Manuelito.
- Hello.

Thank you for coming.

- Take a seat.
- Yeah.

Not every day an Indian
cop asks for my help.

What can I do you for?

Well, we're hoping that, um,

you could tell us where
you were last Tuesday

around : in the morning.

We're trying to establish a timeline.

You're not a suspect, but this man is.

You know him?

Sure, yeah, my Tuesday morning...

first time I had the pleasure
of meeting him in person.

- What's his name?
- Said it was Al Newman.

It isn't.

Not surprised.

What was the meeting about?

I was giving him an update.

On?

Hey, now, come on, Lieutenant.

Dealing with a professional.
That sh*t's confidential.

Client is currently sitting
in my interrogation room.

He's facing four counts of m*rder one.

So you can either tell
us what you discussed now,

or you can take a seat in
there and wait for the sheriff.

That weird-ass teddy bear?

Four counts of m*rder and more to come.

sh*t.

Dude hired me to find his mother...

Linda Maddox, he said her name was,

But the whole thing's kind
of squirrelly, you know?

Kept having me run down
things that didn't check out,

bringing up new places, new leads.

Money's good, though, so
no complaints, you dig?

[GROANS SOFTLY]

Do you know any of these women?

Nope.

This one.

Who is she?

I just told you... Linda Maddox.

Took that one myself.

But as you can see,

she ain't old enough to
be that dude's mother.

I need a favor.

[DOOR CLOSES]

This seat taken?

Cops found your little book.

Had my name in it, so they brought me in

and told me what you been up to.

- And what have I been up to?
- No good, baby.

Look, if you did it,
I don't want to know.

I'm not a cop or a lawyer.

As far as I'm concerned,
you are a client

who hired me to do a job.

Do you think I'm stupid?

I think you k*lled four
people and got caught.

So...

what do you think?

Hey, partner, I don't
care about rez business.

I don't work for the rez,

and I'm not beholden to these cops.

I work for you.

And...

I found something...

I think you might be interested in.

Chandler, Arizona,
just outside of Phoenix.

She's the right age,
right height, right build.

Thing is, her name is not Maddox.

It's Maguire.

And that's why none of
the other mopes you hired

were able to find her.

But I told you...

old Deloyd gon' find her.

Here's the deal.

If you want to see your mama
again, even through bars,

you're gonna have to
give them something.

That's how it works.

Ain't no time in history it
ain't worked that way, you dig?

♪

Thank you all for coming.

As you know,

- my work at IHS has been...
- [DOOR OPENS]

Hannah, I'm so sorry for being late.

What's she doing here?

I thought she could sit in with us.

I think she should be here, too.

[DISTANT HORSE NEIGHS]

What about the rest of you?

Are you okay with this, with her?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, we're good.

Mm-hmm.

[BABY CRYING]

You are not to write or publish

anything from this meeting
without my permission.

Of course.

Thank you.

[SPEAKING DINÉ] Yá'át'ééh.

[ALL GIGGLE]

[BABY FUSSING]

I've met some of you already,

but for the rest, my
name is Mary Landon.

I work for the "Los Angeles Times,"

and I'm writing a story about
the Family Planning Services Act.

I want to thank Helen and Emma

for allowing me to sit in
and hear more about the work

they are doing on this reservation.

I'm really just here to listen.

[CLAPPING HANDS]

All right, let's just get started.

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

Dean, what the hell?

Caught him at the Laundromat
trying to hot-wire a car.

Wasn't trying to hot-wire it.

I was trying to get it
started for a friend.

That's code for he's guilty as hell.

I'll take him.

Leaphorn's sending everyone
home for the eclipse.

[SPEAKING DINÉ]

What's with you? It's
the second time this week.

What's going on?

I got picked.

What do you mean "you got picked?"

The draft.

Where you been?

They're supposed to take us
out to Phoenix tonight, but...

if I'm locked up, they can't.

That's not how it works.

They don't want criminals, Bern.

That's exactly who they want, Dean.

Hey, listen to me.

It's our duty to serve
when we're called.

I served.

Lieutenant Leaphorn served.

What about your uncle, the code talker?

He's a legend around here.

Look, I can't go.

I take care of my
grandmother and my sister.

What are they gonna do if I
go off to fight for a country

that doesn't even
recognize me as an American?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

What are they gonna do
if I don't come back?

♪

Go home, Dean.

Talk to your... [SPEAKING DINÉ]

And she'll help you figure
out the right thing to do.

You tell me how going to
Vietnam to get my ass sh*t off

is the right thing to do.

♪

Hey, go home.

♪

[SIGHS]

[ON RADIO] Another reminder
to everybody listening...

the eclipse is starting at : ,

- with the all clear by : .
- [DOOR OPENS]

Stay inside. Stay reverent.

[BLUES ROCK MUSIC]

Said he was hired by a
man named Carl LeBeck.

That name mean anything to you?

♪

Thank you, Mr. Webster.

- Natalie?
- Yeah.

Have Bern bring Guy Atcitty in here

- as soon as the eclipse is over.
- Yes, sir.

You know,

normally, I charge $
an hour for my services.

Normally, I hand over
criminal associates to the FBI.

Man, you one funny Indian.

No offense.

♪

♪ Yeah, who you are ♪

♪ Don't know myself ♪

♪ Just get out of here ♪

♪ And don't come back again ♪

♪ I don't want anything... ♪

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[GRUNTS]

You lost?

I didn't think you'd be home.

What's this?

An apology from earlier.

Piñon nuts.

You pick these yourself?

Well, okay.

Where you going?

You only got minutes
before the eclipse.

[SIGHS]

You either come inside

or be the bad Navajo
out roaming the streets.

You're inviting me into your trailer?

Offer expires at the count of three.

- One...
- Okay.

[CHUCKLES]

- Don't need to tell me twice.
- Good choice.

[NICK DRAKE'S "NORTHERN SKY"]

♪ I never felt magic crazy as this ♪

♪

♪ I never saw moons ♪

♪ Knew the meaning of the sea ♪

♪ I never held emotion ♪

♪ In the palm of my hand ♪

♪ Or felt sweet breezes ♪

- ♪ In the top of a tree ♪
- [BABY FUSSING]

♪ But now you're here ♪

♪ Brighten my northern sky ♪

[CHIMES TINKLING]

♪

♪ Been a long time that I'm waiting ♪

♪

♪ Been a long time that I'm blown ♪

♪ Been a long time that I've wandered ♪

♪ Through the people I have known ♪

[CHUCKLES] What's with Elvis?

♪

Uh...

we went on a date.

He had a pretzel. I had a beer.

He told me he couldn't
wait to start touring again.

And I don't know... it kind
of went downhill from there.

[CHUCKLES] So you had a
date with Elvis Presley?

The Elvis Presley?

Mm-hmm, when I was stationed in Germany.

Elvis, the Pelvis.

Don't call him that.

Quiet.

Some Navajo you are.

Mm.

Ah, you tell Leaphorn about the job?

He knows that I applied,
not that I got it.

You know, I can't imagine
you not wearing that uniform.

It's just...

there's no way for me
to move up around here.

You know, Leaphorn's not going anywhere,

and there's always gonna
be another you, so...

What would it take...

to get you to stay?

Here?

[SIGHS]

It's not that simple.

But you love it here.

Your life is here, your animals,

your weird little trailer.

Yeah, wel... [SCOFFS]

I can always come back.

Can you?

You did.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[SIGHS] I got to get back to work.

I got to pick up Guy Atcitty.

♪

- Thanks for the safe haven.
- Yeah.

♪

Chee?

If you mention Elvis to
anyone, you're a dead man.

You know that, right?

♪

That might be fun.

♪

[DOOR CLOSES]

[LEAPHORN GROANS SOFTLY]

- [RECEIVER CLATTERS]
- Navajo Police.

Hold, please.

Lieutenant?

Carl LeBeck's sister... line one.

[LEAPHORN SIGHS]

Ms. LeBeck.

Yes, Lieutenant Leafhorn, is it?

It's Leaphorn.

I'm at the Kayenta Substation,
Navajo Tribal Police.

We're, um... we're trying
to track down your brother.

Oh.

Well, that's gonna be a problem.

How so?

Well, because he's dead, Lieutenant.

My brother's been dead
for over three years now.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

No, thanks.

Thanks for your time.

[RECEIVER CLATTERS]

♪

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SPEAKING DINÉ]

- What's going on?
- [SPEAKING DINÉ] Yá'át'ééh, brother.

Thanks for coming down.

Bern said you had some
questions about Drumco,

- Carl LeBeck.
- Yeah, I did.

Not sure it matters anymore.

I just got off the
phone with his sister.

LeBeck's dead.

What do you mean?

That's LeBeck right there.

♪

[CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES,
ENGINES TURNING OVER]

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]

♪ Don't turn your back on me, baby ♪

♪ Yes, don't turn
your back on me, baby ♪

[ENGINE REVVING]

♪

♪ Don't turn your back on me, baby ♪

♪ 'Cause you might just
pick up my magic sticks ♪

♪

[CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

♪

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

♪

[FILE THUDS]

[CHAIR SCRAPING ON FLOOR]

You k*lled Carl LeBeck,
and you assumed his identity

to gain access to that drill site.

You set those charges,
and you k*lled six men...

six men who didn't have to die.

Everyone has to die... eventually.

Why?

Why do you care so much?

Six men...

dead.

For what?

Six men have d*ed since
we began this conversation.

Why are those six men
so important to you?

Oh...

Oh, I see.

Now we're back to that.

It wasn't the six men, was it?

It was one of the six men, wasn't it?

It was your son.

[CHAIR CLATTERS LOUDLY]

Okay, yeah.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

So you don't like Indians, huh?

♪

Who hired you to blow up that well?

♪

You just want to know
why he d*ed, don't you?

I'll tell you, Joe.

It...

it was because he was there.

That's all.

He wasn't even important.

[LAUGHING]

♪

I know you didn't find my mother.

- [LAUGHING]
- [DOOR SLAMS]

♪

[CLEARS THROAT]

[FILE SLAMS ON DESK]

Sena's office called.

The FBI is anxious to get
their hand on their suspect.

Sheriff's on their way.

Get Vines down here.

Okay.

♪

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[ENGINE TURNING OVER]

♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪

[CAR HORN HONKS]

♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

♪

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

♪

[DISTANT RHYTHMIC DRUMMING,
INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪

[DRUMMING CONTINUES]

♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[DRUMMING STOPS]

People of Darkness,

welcome to our holiest of days,

for today the moon goddess Hawake

concealed the wicked sun,

gracing us with her blessed dark.

ALL: All hail the blessed dark.

[CROWD MURMURS]

So we've come together here now

to partake in the sacred medicine

for the enlightenment
we know it will bring,

knowing that it will revive and renew.

ALL: Revive and renew.

- What are you doing here?
- I need you to heal me.

ALL: Heal her.

Heal her. Heal her.

Heal her. Heal her.

Heal her. Heal her.

Heal her. Heal her.

Heal her.

Heal her, I shall.

- [DRUMMING RESUMES]
- Yeah. Heal her.

♪

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

- What are you doing here?
- What are you doing here?

What's going on? What's that?

You need to listen to me.

This is not Navajo, okay?

This is a bunch of crazy white people

eating peyote and playing Indian.

Hey, you. Where you going with that bag?

- No, no, no, no.
- Get out of here.

Hey, come on, what's going on here? Hey.

♪

All right, I'm gonna get Rosemary.

Wait here.

♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪

[GRUNTS, BREATHING HEAVILY]

♪

Up. I said, get up.

Don't you test me, you son of a bitch.

Just need your chicken scratch

on the change of custody.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

- Okay, Mother...
- [CRYING]

Give me the g*n.

♪

[g*nsh*t]

♪

[ENGINE TURNING OVER]

♪

[TRADITIONAL NATIVE
AMERICAN MUSIC PLAYING]

♪

Never packed a suitcase before.

Dean...

♪

Will you check in on
them while I'm gone...

my grandma and my sister?

Of course.

♪

Hey, maybe when I come back,
I can do something, you know?

Help people...

you know, on the rez...

kind of like you do.

Yeah.

Hold on.

♪

It's for protection

when you leave the land of
the Four Sacred Mountains.

Yeah.

- [SPEAKING DINÉ]
- [SPEAKING DINÉ]

Hey.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[TRUCK DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE TURNING OVER]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

♪

[DOOR OPENS]

Is it over?

[SIGHS]

I don't know.

Feds have got him now. It...

it's out of my hands.

It's out of our hands.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah, it's Leaphorn.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

sh*t.

♪

- [SHOUTING]
- [SHEEP BLEATING]

♪

Jesus.

Gordo.

♪

Take it easy. Take it easy.

- Just relax.
- [GROANS]

♪

Dispatch.

I'm Lieutenant Joe Leaphorn,
Navajo Tribal Police.

There's been an accident.

Sena's hurt.

We're on the rez, mile
marker , route .

[ON RADIO] Copy. [GARBLED TRANSMISSION]

[GRUNTS, BREATHING HEAVILY]

- What happened?
- Hey, Joe, he got away.

- Okay. Okay.
- He got away.

- I'm sorry.
- Stay still.

They're on their way. Just relax.

♪

You ever k*ll anyone, Joe?

♪♪

When you k*ll a man,
they're bound to you.

Wherever you go in this life,

they're with you.

♪♪

White justice. Indian justice.

My grandson deserves a
little Indian justice.

[TIRES SCREECH]

♪♪