01x08 - Ten Little Indians

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Okay.

So, who would've planted the g*n?

Who'd want Justine dead?

I mean, Daniel was a
reach from the beginning.

Lucas fed us that one.

Why?

I mean, it doesn't add up.

Lucas is a liar, but a k*ller?

A cop k*ller?

What makes you so sure that Daniel

had nothing to do with this?

I mean, Daniel's dirty,
but this is something else.

This was a message.

Or meant to look like a message.

No, Daniel had to know
something about this.

Well, if he did, he had help.

Phil and Tim?

Nah, they're too stupid.

What about Mom and Dad?

Maybe.

Okay, let's circle back.

Why Justine?

Tobacco blowback?

It's big, it's dirty, and
now it's blown wide open.

I get how they might fly under the radar

in the business world.

But, how could the Thunderclouds

go that unnoticed in Indian country?

That's a good question.

Everything okay?

I don't mean to bother you two.

It's Sydney...

What's wrong?

She was supposed to be
staying with her aunt

up north in Waba-basca.

But I just talked to her,

and she said she left there weeks ago.

You haven't talked to her in weeks?

No, and she hasn't turned up anywhere.

That's not like Sydney.

The police, they won't do anything.

Why didn't you come to us sooner?

Sydney's been so distant.

It's so not like her.

I'll call Sam.

Hey.

Hey.

Is everything all right?

You didn't come home last night?

Yeah, I'm working... what's up?

I'm guessing this is really bad timing,

but Helen just showed
up at our doorstep.

Helen?

Sydney's mom.

Apparently, she was
supposed to be up north

but nobody's seen her in weeks.

What do you mean, no one's seen her?

That's what Helen said.

Sydney's gone missing.

What do we do?

I don't know.

I'll handle it.

How?

I don't know, Ryan.

She's gotta be somewhere.

We'll find her.

I gotta go.

Morning.

Hey.

You want a coffee?

No, thanks.

Pacing myself.

Connie asked me to look in on this.

Is there anything new?

Oh, yeah?

How is Connie?

Cut the sh*t, Buke.

Is there anything new on Crowchild?

Everyone is watching this
now, not just the Indians.

Okay, you got it?

Well, you should let Connie
know that we're doing

everything possible to bring
the perpetrator to justice.

You know, after you got shot,

I said, "He's washed out".

"He's finished".

But Connie never blinked.

And looks like, now,

you've definitely gone
off the reservation.

Or should I say,

you wandered on to the reservation?

Also, tell Connie that I'll let him know

if we find something new.

This is another pathetic example

of the Justice Department
reaching for something

that has nothing to do with Justice,

and everything to do with optics.

Has Tribal's ex-chief Crowchild
been charged with anything?

No, but how ridiculous
is accusing their own

consultant of k*lling
a Tribal Police officer?

One of his own.

Hey, what are the charges
against Daniel Crowchild?

- Has he been arrested?
- This is an active investigation.

No comments.

No... no comment on
locking up one of your own?

Betraying your own ex-chief?

I'm not betraying anyone.

I'm conducting an investigation.

This program is corrupt, and you, Chief,

are perpetuating a master plan
to manage us and to keep...

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey. Oh!

- sh*t!
- I'm sorry.

Mmm.

Don't.

This whole thing's getting out of hand.

What the hell happened to you?

I got bumped... It's nothing.

Sam, you need to get back
out there and contain this.

I thought you were the shining face

of this partnership program,

or whatever the hell it
is we're calling it now.

Look, in the interest
of keeping things simple,

I think it's in everybody's
best interest

that Sam go out and
deal with these people.

Woah, these people?

You know what I mean.

Get out there and tell
the truth about Daniel.

- Connie...
- No, no, no,

Connie's right.

Best coming from you.

Get it done, Woodburn.

We have to tell him.

Do we?

You really think Connie's in on this?

I think something bigger
is going on right now.

Until we know what,
I don't trust anyone.

Except maybe you.

If he thinks this is bad,

wait until he finds out the truth.

You okay?

There's this girl, Sydney,
on Ryan's basketball team.

She's gone missing.

You're sure she's missing?

I don't know.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Tribal policing has reached a new low.

Back down, counsellor.

I wanna see the evidence file, now.

Look, we found the g*n that
shot Justine in his house.

Prints on it?

Motive?

Looks like colonial justice
is back in season, huh?

Arresting Indians for being Indian.

Easy, Addison.

Look around.

There's no news cameras here.

Your client is dirty.

If you're not gonna charge him,

I want him released, right now.

You happy now, Chief?

Don't play innocent.

What now?

You gonna arrest me?

I saw this going differently.

Seems easy, doesn't it?

Blaming the first Indian
you think is guilty.

You're just like them.

You know, I used to look up to you.

I still remember when I was a kid...

you and Dad going hunting.

Always coming home with something.

He had so much respect for you.

He was a warrior.

Yeah.

He was.

You were, too.

You ever hear the stories

about how the cops used to

drive problem Indians out
to the middle of nowhere,

take their shoes, just leave them?

Some would make it back.

Some wouldn't.

Those days are long gone.

It's not like that anymore.

My dad loved to hunt out west.

Way past Milner.

Sometimes he'd be gone
for days at a time.

A moose would feed us
for most of the winter.

One winter, he was gone
for longer than usual.

I remember my mother waiting, patiently,

for him to come home.

Days pass.

Weeks pass.

Nothing.

The whole community was worried.

No one knew where he was.

The cops... they didn't know what to do.

Back then... they only
came on the reserve...

when there was a real problem.

To them, a missing hunter...

didn't warrant police involvement.

We've been inconvenient
to them from the beginning.

I never knew.

They're just managing us.

We'll never be equal in their eyes.

They just put us in one
box and move us to another.

And we keep letting them.

We're all part of the same hypocrisy.

You're free to go.

Buke's different, you know.

Do you know why Buke stayed on the job

after he was shot?

Guilt.

What are you talking about?

That story.

That a native kid shot him.

The kid didn't sh**t first.

Bullshit.

Ask him.

You guys are buddies.

He was shot in the back.

Not by the kid.

He blew that kid's head off

because he was scared
shitless of us Indians.

Most white cops are.

Fear, hate... same thing.

Who shot Buke then?

I thought he was some kind of hero cop.

That's the spin they put
on it for the front page

and for Justice.

Connie?

He knew it.

Why do you think they're so tight?

Who k*lled Justine then?

That's your job, now.

Not mine.

Someone put that g*n in your house?

My people are wolves.

Not like yours, now.

Do you even remember what that means?

What did he mean by wolves?

Wolves represent loyalty and family.

They hunt in packs because...

they can trust each other.

So, you let him go, after all this?

Well, Addison's right.

He didn't do it... we don't have enough.

The g*n was in his house.

The money from Justine's?

The Feds had him under surveillance.

He was at his house the whole night.

Why wasn't I told about all this?

We were all kept in the dark.

Holy sh*t.

Look, we pulled the trigger too soon.

Well, how do you square
the g*n, Woodburn?

We don't know.

Well, somebody's gonna have to answer

for all of this and it sure
as hell is not gonna be me,

Woodburn.

I'll take it.

It was my call to have him arrested.

It's not Sam's fault.

She shouldn't be blamed for it.

Well, okay then.

Officially, you'll be suspended.

You can't go anywhere near
Justine's case from now on.

Fine.

I'll run point when it breaks.

I'll chase down Sydney's case.

Unofficially.

Are you sure?

He's got me riding the desk.

Gotta do something.

Uhm...

I'll get into it, don't worry.

What?

Nothing.

Thanks.

Mitch, you've got to scour that GPS.

Justine was onto something, or someone.

She drove all over the city, Sam.

We've got timestamps of her route.

Start with the traffic
cams, ATM's, gas stations.

See if she turns up on anything.

Do you know how hard that'll be?

We don't even know if
she was doing anything.

What, you got something
more important to do?

Let's go.

So, what about me?

Someone was in that tent

that night Justine was k*lled.

We've been down that river, Sam.

We've already chased out
half of the east side.

Then we double back.

We?

What?

Look, if you're saying it wasn't Daniel,

then how the hell did that
g*n get into his house?

I don't know.

Heard you were grounded.

Is that what you heard?

I thought you'd be happy.

Isn't this what you wanted,

a way out of Tribal?

We'll get you out,
back on Metro homicide.

And don't worry.

We can spin it, just
like the good ol' days.

Just gotta be smarter.

Hey.

Ah... have you seen this tent?

No.

Hey, how's it going?

Good.

Do you know whose tent this is?

Watch and learn, Justine.

Hey, buddy, you okay?

Hmm?

We got a new one, Rollins.

Hey, buddy, where's your ID?

Hmm?

Where do you live, huh?

What's your name?

You can't stay here, understand?

Let's go.

Hey! Don't touch me!

Don't ever bloody touch me!

Should... should I call the paramedics?

What for?

They're stretched to the max already.

And it costs money.

Tax-payer's money.

Well, what do we do?

Nothing.

He's fine.

Let's go.

You okay?

He's leaving already.

Let's go.

Let's go!

Know this tent...
have you seen this girl?

No.

Are you sure?

Okay.

Let's go over there, then.

Thanks.

This is a mess.

Just need to pivot.

Enough's enough, Connie.

Buke will fall on his sword.
He's old school.

They'll eat him up.

Bureau cop, gone wrong.

Look at what this is doing to you.

Don't you think we're better
off like it was before?

What, we just let them fight each other?

They can't manage

or govern Tribal on their own.

Which is exactly why they need us.

Hey.

Know this tent?

Seen this girl?

Hey, buddy.

Do you know this tent?

You see this girl?

Got some money?

Looks like Edwina's.

What?

That bird.

Edwina?

Someone named Edwina made this?

Yeah.

She does those stupid wire things.

Edwina who?

She's right over there.

Thanks... let's go.

What?

You want me to call
Alana, or do you want to?

No.

I've already called Alana, The Times.

Now they've got me on hold on Channel 5.

You want me to talk to 'em?

No, I'll do the talking.

You should be there, though.

When I acknowledge you,
just nod or something.

Yeah, I can nod.

Maybe I'll wave.

Look, you were the one who
wanted to lay down for Woodburn.

So, quit your bitchin' and take the hit.

Got it.

You're done with Tribal, anyway.

We're gonna gut the whole
program, partnership,

whatever the hell you wanna call it.

I'm sick and tired of all
this piss-ant bullshit.

Does Sam know?

What does that matter?

It's not up to her.

And don't tell her.

I will.

I won't.

Edwina?

That's your name?

Yeah.

Did you make this?

That's her soul.

When did you last see your daughter?

It's been weeks.

And no one's seen Sydney since?

We weren't getting along.

Any idea where she might be staying?

I asked all her friends.

What about boyfriends?

Didn't have any.

I even checked with her councillors.

Councillors?

She had some drug run ins.

Social services got involved.

Tell me...

did she ever work with this guy?

Yeah, I think so.

He looks familiar.

Why?

Is this your tent?

Yeah.

That's Lucy.

You made this?

Yeah.

I made her and then

put it in her mouth to protect her.

Protect her?

Birds protect our souls.

I need you to tell me
everything you saw that night.

That's why they fly.

Did you see these guys there that night?

No, no, no, no.

- These... these two.
- No, no, no.

Him.

I... I wasn't there.

I seen the soldiers.

Soldiers?

What soldiers?

Like him.

You mean the police?

The uniforms?

They were coming after me... and her.

That's why I had to
protect her soul with Lucy.

The police were there.

Sometimes I seen them bring
the peoples there at night.

The soldiers, wearing
that kind of uniform?

Yeah.

Do you remember their faces?

Do you remember what they look like?

All look the same to me.

Hey, Sam.

I heard you found that tent woman.

Yeah.

What did she say?

Uh, nothing we can use.

She's kind of crazy.

Damn.

She thought she saw cops there

at the water treatment plant.

What cops?

No idea.

You weren't there, were you?

No.

Any idea who she was talking about?

No. Why would I be there?

Come on, Dennis.

You were her training officer.

You had no idea what
was going on with her?

Here we go again.

I'm pretty sure I told
you to get out of here.

Me?

Oh, you don't remember me?

- No.
- Well, I remember you.

I told you to get off these streets.

I got a right to be
here like anyone else.

You know my nephew,

goes to school three blocks from here.

I don't wanna see you
anywhere near here.

Piss off, you pig.

Ugh!

Hey... hey... don't.

That's how you have
to handle these ones.

Teach them some respect.

Junkies don't learn any other way.

Yeah, we saw all kinds of crazy sh*t,

but, that's the job.

Yeah.

What's going on?

Been burning through her GPS route.

And?

It was driving me crazy.

There was nothing to
see, until I found this.

Timestamp of Justine's route has her at



Look at what I found.

Wait, is that Dennis?

And Gordon Thundercloud.

Wait...

Wait for it...

Here.

She was following them.

You think it was some kind of drug deal?

From there, she goes directly

to the water treatment plant.

Make a copy.

Make two.

And don't tell anyone yet.

Maybe Edwina wasn't so
crazy there, after all.

Dennis...

Who's partnered up with Dennis?

This must be the one.

Hey, guys.

Hey.

What's up?

We were asked to come
and check up on the recent

homeless activity down by the river.

I didn't hear about anything.

What are you doing here?

I was just driving back to the reserve.

I recognized your car.

Oh, yeah?

Well, false alarm.

There's nothing going on.

Good.

Good.

Nate.

Rollins.

Wait up.

Hey, Sam.

When you were on patrol with Justine,

did you ever come across
Gordon Thundercloud?

Yeah, I see him around, now and then.

In the city?

No, I don't think so.

Never?

What about Phil?

Nope.

You ever been out to the
water treatment plant?

Driven out there, close to
where they found Justine?

Not really.

Damn.

I was hoping you might have seen
the Thunderclouds out there.

I think they might be mixed up on this.

Yeah, sorry. I wish I could help ya.

Hello.

Tribal Police.

Anybody in there?

Same spot?

Yeah.

Okay.

- I'll check it out.
- Where's Buke?

I don't know.

He was here, but... why?

Nothing.

What's that about?

- What's going on?
- Come on in, Dennis.

Shut the door and sit down.

Hey, actually.

Hey, why don't you wait here.

I just need to talk to
these guys for a minute.

Why?

They might get spooked
if it's both of us.

You're still kinda new.

I know both of them.

Just get back in the car
and let me deal with this.

No.

I want in on this.

I can help you.

Trust me.

I got this.

I'll just be a few minutes.

All right.

I'll cover you.

Okay.

Why'd you bring her?

Don't worry about her.

They're not gonna like this.

Tell them I said no.

No, I'm not doing it.

You better.

Just tell them I said no.

Okay.

Tell them to forget it.

- What happened?
- Nothing. Just get back in the car.

Dennis, what's going on?

I'll deal with them later.

I shouldn't have even brought you.

You weren't anywhere near
the water treatment plant

the night of Justine was k*lled, right?

No.

What were you and Gordon
Thundercloud arguing about...

around the corner of 22nd and Wallace...

at 8:13 PM the night Justine was k*lled?

Gordon Thundercloud?

We have you on video.

You wanna see it?

What was in the briefcase?

She was following you... why?

Show's over, son.

You were at Daniel's that
day they found the g*n,

- weren't you?
- A lot of people were at Daniel's.

She was following
you and Rollins that night.

We found the mud stains in his vehicle.

Come on, Dennis.

What did Justine have on you?

You saw more than
you should, didn't you?

No.

I warned you.

Told you to stay out of this.

Stay out of what?

They'll k*ll us both if you talk.

Hmm?

I won't say anything.

I promise!

Okay.

No.

Whew.

I wanna talk to my lawyer.

We're done here.

Today marks a watershed moment

for our community,

for the safety of our streets,

and out in the surrounding reserves.

From the very beginning, the
Tribal Police Force program

has aspired to greater
integration and transparency.

And, I am proud to say
that now we are closer

than ever to achieving that goal.

Thanks to the uncompromising efforts

of Samantha Woodburn, Chief of Tribal,

we now have indisputable
forensic and eyewitness accounts

that have led to the
arrest of Dennis Fitz.

For the m*rder of Tribal Police Officer,

Justine Trueblood.

I'll get to your questions in time,

but please, let me assure you that

the community's voices have been heard.

We understand the injustices

that were once put upon you by
corrupt forces within our ranks.

But, today is the new Tribal,

and that cancer has been removed
from within our organization.

Today, we have lifted
the shadow of cruel

and divisive tactics that
have poisoned and hindered

our ability to work together.

Today is the day we move forward...

as a progressive, joint,
law enforcement community

that embraces integration, inclusion,

and cooperation as
it's guiding principle.

Since the inception of this program,

the crime rate is
statistically way down.

And prosecutions are up.

I, for one, am proud

of the Tribal Police program.

Hey, Sam.

Buke, where are you?

I got a lead on Sydney's case.

Did you find her?

Come meet me.

You're supposed to be riding a desk.

I'm down here at the
water treatment plant

where we found Justine.

Justine?

What does this have to
do with Sydney's case?

Sam... just get over here.

Alone.

I am proud of what we've become.

Together.

Integrated.

Integration is our future...

Our world.

And now, we should all
learn to embrace it.

What the hell is this?

I found Sydney.