01x07 - The Owl and the Arrow

[bunniefuu]

It's time, it's time.

Next time you wake me,
I throw you in the river.

What do you want,
little owl?

Calian, it's time.

I need answers.

I can't remember.

But I would never hurt Francis.
You know that.

Independence is
about to wake up

and discover that one
of their Founding Fathers

was just k*lled
by an Apache's arrow.

I need evidence
you didn't do it.

Or they will have a noose
around your neck by sundown.

I saw her.

Your sister?

It's not
like your father to be late.

Perhaps it's also part
of my punishment.

Our trip was not to punish,
but to give you room

to think about your future,
and who you might spend it with.

Mm. Ya veo.

This is about Hoyt.

We care for Hoyt.

He has a good heart,
but we see how he breaks yours.

And I suppose you and papá
have someone already chosen.

No, the choice is yours.
You have options.

Who?

Calian.
I see how you look at him.

- Ay, mamá.
- Mm-hmm.

He's helped out at the ranch.

He's earned the respect
of Luis and your father.

He's a good man.

Piénsalo.

Even Otis thought
Liam was running

from something
back in Boston.

I admit he wasn't
entirely forthcoming

about our reasons
for heading west,

but now with the money
in his account...

That's 7,500 more reasons
to keep quiet.

I don't want to think
he was corrupt, but I just...

Seems to be the way with

folks who hop into bed
with the Davidsons, doesn't it?

Hmm.

I'm sorry, Abby.

All the more reason
I'm looking forward

to meeting
with your Pinkerton contact.

Ethan.

He hasn't left already,
has he?

Uh, no, no. He has not.

I, uh... saw him this morning
with my own eyes.

What?

- Luis...
- Hoyt, what happened?

Looks like one of Calian's.

Hoyt, no.

- No, he couldn't have done this.
- No!

¿Papá?

No...

Where the hell is the sheriff?

Sheriff, we need

- to talk about...
- Talk about the m*rder

of Francis Reyes.

Yes. And the accused.

Gus caught me up.

Calian's arrow
was in a dead man.

I know it seems damning
at first glance,

but I seem to recall
you telling me that Griffin

should've had his day in court.

Why not Calian?

The people out there
don't get their justice,

and fast, they're gonna
start to get violent.

- And with no courthouse...
- Plenty of room downstairs.

I don't have time to find
an impartial jury, Miss Walker.

- This isn't Boston.
- I'm aware.

Nobody is gonna
represent an Apache.

I will.

You will?

Right now, the people
of this town...

they respect you,
they trust you.

But defending someone
who k*lled a Founder?

They're never gonna look at you
the same way again.

And what if you lose
and he gets the noose?

That's gonna stick with you.

You really want to do this?

Yes.

Best I can do
is run Judge Parker down

from Travis County
for a hearing.

It's faster.
There's no jury.

Looser rules.

Congratulations, Counselor.

Get back!

If the man in my jail
was your kin,

you'd demand
a fair shake, right?

So a judge will hear
the case today.

Voices will be heard.

The accused can say his piece.

And, in the end,
if he is guilty,

I will personally see that
he hangs by the neck until dead.

You can ask it.

Did you k*ll Francis Reyes?

It's my arrow
in his chest...

...but I don't remember
sh**ting it.

And you had no other reason
to want to harm him?

No.

He was my friend.

Good. It's...

it's the beginning of
a reasonable doubt defense.

Abby...

- you don't have to...
- Yes, I do.

You saved my life.

You've been here for me
at every turn.

And, if you haven't noticed,
we've become friends, so...

Can you tell me
what you do remember?

I remember Nascha.

Nascha?

What does that mean?

My little sister's name.

It means "owl."

We called her that because
she was so curious.

You speak about her as if she...

She disappeared...

15 years ago.

I'm so sorry, Calian.

She is the reason
I became a tracker.

I thought if I looked
long enough, I'd find her.

And you...
you saw her last night.

Sometimes she appears,

like an echo of the last time
we were together.

I know...

I know she's just a memory,

but I can still feel her
in my heart.

At times, she guides me
to places I need to be.

Abby, Nascha led me to you.

And last night, when I arrived
at the Reyes' ranch,

she appeared to me again,
Nascha, and she led me away.

Are you okay?

Yes.

My tribe. They don't know
what happened last night.

If some in town blame me,

- they will blame them, too...
- I will warn them.

I still can't figure out
why Calian would do it.

I've worked
side by side with him,

mending fences the rustlers cut.

Nothing was off.

These rustlers were sh**ting
to k*ll last night.

Maybe Calian was
defending himself...

His eyes were open.

- Whose eyes?
- My father's.

The last thing
he saw was his k*ller.

No a su familia.

I welcomed Calian in,

and asked papá
to bring him around more.

We are all responsible.

- Hey, Luis.
- Let him go.

You know, maybe Tom Davidson
isn't the devil

that you imagined him to be.

Like hell. How's that?

This man is a pillar of society.

He is dismantling
his entire establishment

just so a non-citizen
can have his day in court.

A non-citizen?

Ever think maybe
we're the interlopers,

- Calian's the real citizen here?
- No.

Ethan, his ancestors
have been on this land

since back when ours
thought the world was flat.

Mm. I have always admired
your righteousness, Kate.

Well, I am always right, so...

Okay, then prove it.

Where is the widow Collins

and all of the damning testimony
about the Davidsons?

Here's the thing.
Unfortunately, she has

been delayed,
somewhat indefinitely.

- Kate, you're wasting my time.
- Well, I don't have to be.

While you're here,
look into Calian's case.

Ethan, I know the man.

Something about this
doesn't add up.

This hearing is a sideshow.

It in no way intersects
with our interests.

You're unbelievable.

Are we detectives or not?

What the hell
am I doing out here?

I get it. A year is
a long time to be undercover.

You make friends,
you make connections.

It's impossible to avoid.

Sheriff.

Have you met my friend Ethan,
by any chance?

- Uh, no.
- Pleasure's all mine, Sheriff.

Pleasure.

Calian mentioned
seeing a vision

of his missing sister
last night.

Have you ever seen him
in that state?

Once. A year ago.

I lost Calian on a scout.

I backtracked,
found him standing

in the middle of the river.

Called his name,
but it wasn't until I got

right next to him
that he woke up.

Calian cut you.

It was a reflex.

After the w*r, I saw men
escape within their own minds

because the truth
of what they had to do

to survive was...

too hard to face.

Some just have a hard time
leaving that place.

Only explanation
I can figure

is that it was
some kind of accident.

That's exactly why we have
to get to the truth.

Agreed.

Clearing Calian comes first.

But as for the truth,

after all of this is sorted,

I'd appreciate some clarity
on what exactly brought

Abigail Walker
to Independence.

As if Independence hasn't found
enough ways to k*ll a man.

That door's
swingin' pretty good.

- Hey, looky here.
- What's this?

Is there a problem?

A Founding Father's dead,
and one of them did it.

That's right. It's their fault.

I'd advise...
you stand down.

A little too early
to hang the noose

before the trial starts,
Sheriff.

Inclined to agree, Gus,

but I'd rather they get
their anger out building gallows

than burning down our office.

You will let us through...

or sh**t.

And cause more of the very
bloodshed you claim to detest.

Thanks.

What is it?

Papá's cup.

I brought it to him
when he was trying

to fix that rail,
before I left for Mexico.

I was so mad
that he wouldn't let me

sing at Hagan's that...

I never said goodbye.

He loved to wake up
before the sun.

He was building
our future, but...

- now there might not ever be one.
- Hey.

That's not gonna happen.

It's gonna take
a lot of work and prayers,

but you, you and Luis,

you're gonna see it through.
I know it.

You could stay.

Help us.

Yeah.

Maybe it's time I do.

It's gonna be okay.

You know, not everyone
throws bricks.

Most people here
actually want a fair trial.

But that...

Might as well be reading
a fantasy novel.

There's nothing in there
that's gonna clear the man.

It was dark,
and there was g*nf*re nearby.

Perhaps Calian sh*t
in self-defense,

and didn't see Francis.

Reasonable doubt, Sheriff.

It's not that simple.

Tell me, why did you agree
to pin that star on your chest?

Because right now,
it really doesn't seem

as though you care
about the letter of law

or finding the truth.

I'll admit,
before I became the law,

I never got much
out of following it.

Might work in a marble mausoleum
of a courthouse back east.

People here, on the jagged edge
of the world...

...they just want
to know the man.

Judge is ready.

I thought
you were leaving tomorrow.

Well, you asked me to stay
to meet with Mrs. Collins

and hear all this evidence
that you've been...

so doggedly chasing down,

but, since that
is not forthcoming,

I have more pressing matters
to attend to.

You were right, you know.

I may be losing a little bit
of perspective.

Mm.

Here. Let me do it.

Let me do it.

I will admit, I always did like
when you would take over.

You don't say.

You know, I'd be lying if I said
I didn't miss this.

Meeting undercover.

Sometimes...

under covers.

You know, Katherine,
I was worried I lost you again,

down that same rabbit hole

that got you in trouble
back east.

Well, that's history, isn't it?

Back.

- E?
- Mm-hmm?

What do you think
of Tom Davidson

now that you've met him
in the flesh?

Well, you know. It's hard
to tell from just a handshake,

but he hardly seems like
the cold-blooded k*ller

that you advertised.

And which handshake was that?
Was that earlier

or was that this morning,
when you met in secret?

And now that I have
your attention,

I really would like
some honest answers.

Thought there'd be more people.

After years of trying to hide,
now you want a parade?

I should've cut you loose
at the ranch.

Let you ride away.

Put both our lives
on the line?

No.

Still,
always thinking of others.

- Are you ready?
- Mm-hmm.

Djon-deh-zee.

I'm glad Nascha led me to you.

Now, normally,
with the evidence in hand,

and by virtue of the accused
being a non-citizen,

the punishment would have
already been meted out.

But, considering the proximity
between the accused's tribe

and the town,
Sheriff Davidson

has called for these proceedings
to sort facts,

settle doubt, and assure peace
no matter the outcome.

I call this hearing to order.

Francis Reyes was already dead
when I arrived.

Yes, with an arrow in his chest.

Have you assessed
how that happened, sir?

Any guess of mine would be
purely speculation,

and not applicable to the fact,
Your Honor.

Fine, but what about motive?

Your town was established
on tribal land.

Francis lobbied for Calian
to be a liaison

between the tribe and the town.

He trusted him.

He knew he would help
keep the peace,

not start a w*r.

Have you seen this man exhibit

any kind of v*olence?

Not that I can recall,

Your Honor.

Very well. Next witness.

I was...
tending to a new calf

when I heard my father
call for me.

And then there were
loud voices...

g*nshots.

And I ran.

And that's when I saw...

...him.

Standing over my dead father.

If I had just run
when papá called...

I could have stopped it.

Why did you take him from us?

Okay, I, uh...

I understand
that I've upset you,

but did you have
to shave my mustache?

It's always bothered me.
Why did you lie?

Kate, you know how it works.

We-we compartmentalize. We...

We keep secrets from each other.

- You used to read me in.
- Yeah,

and I was going to,

but you've-you've been
so focused

on the Liam Collins m*rder,

and now this sham of a hearing
downstairs, that I...

I felt it best
to ease you into the news.

News? What news?

Pinkerton's pulled us off
the government contract.

We work for The Plains Union
Railway now.

I met with Davidson
because he is the sheriff

on a future rail stop,
so he's to be kept abreast

of any and all threats
that might endanger

- the railway's progress.
- Wait. So this whole time

I've been investigating the
corrupt, you've been...

What, you've been
protecting them?

Come on, Kate.

Does he know who I am?

No, he doesn't.

And I suggest you stop
chasing him before that changes.

Is that a thr*at?

Kate, I am trying to help you.

You've lost your compass again.

This is looking
a lot like Baltimore.

Don't you talk to me about
Baltimore. Don't mention

- Baltimore to me!
- You want to get somebody else k*lled?

The powers that be assigned you
to this backwater town to...

get right with the agency.

And I'm not sure
you're doing that here.

Come on, Kate, you're the...
You're the best agent I know.

I need you.

Kate. Kate.

I would like to call
the accused.

What are you so afraid of?

You've already condemned him
in your mind.

What is the harm
in letting him speak?

Well, look at you.

Above it all.

I will have order!

Your Honor, I acknowledge
that the accused has no memory

of the events
surrounding the m*rder,

and, for some here, that would
be enough reason to convict.

I ask, however,
that we not dwell

on what he cannot remember,

but rather on what he can.

Calian, can you tell me what
you remember from that night,

15 years ago...

...when your sister Nascha
was kidnapped.

Miss Walker, I am trying to

- understand the relevance here.
- Your Honor, I promise,

if you'll indulge me,
I will get to the point.

I know what happened that night

makes you feel alone,

but you're not.

It's time.

It was a raid,
in the dark...

They k*lled half our camp.

Injured so many others.

Calian!

They took her. My sister.

I tried to stop them, but...

Calian, you can stop there.

- It's my fault. I should've...
- Should've done what?

Should've sh*t
the one who took her.

Even if you had,
there were many attackers.

- Another would've come.
- Then I would have sh*t again.

And what if they had more men
than you had arrows?

Would you have tracked them
for miles into the night?

No. No.

And why couldn't you?

'Cause I was just a boy.

I was scared.

I think that's enough,
Ms. Walker.

Your Honor, please,
just let me establish...

- The accused may stand down.
- ...everything Calian has giv...

Outside, you've built gallows
to hang me for a crime...

...but none of you have asked me
if I'm guilty or innocent.

So I ask for you:

Did I k*ll Francis Reyes?

My answer is no.

'Cause he was my friend.

I could never have hurt him.

After Nascha was taken, my tribe
was too injured to search.

I knew she was still alive,
so I came here for help.

I came to you,
but none of you believed me.

And now, years later,
when your children go missing,

you come to me...

'cause you know I won't give up
until I find them.

And yet today,
before I could even ask

that you believe
in my innocence,

you already tied a noose.

Will none of you stand for me?

As I sit here today,

to weigh the goodness
of a man's heart

against the evidence
of his actions,

I am struck
by a story of a man

who has experienced great loss.

Yet he did not fall
into the abyss,

but rather turned his pain
into purpose

to help the people
of Independence.

But, uh...

but the law's clear.

And as much as I would like
to determine reasonable doubt,

the accused cannot
adequately explain

how his own arrow pierced
the chest of the victim.

Which leads me
to the only verdict

I can make by our laws
and customs.

Guilty.

Son, may God have mercy
on your soul.

I'm so sorry.

Speaking Spanish...

Did you hear him?

Clawing for compassion

before papá is even
in the ground?

You're showing your tell, Luis.

You want to know
why you're a bad poker player?

'Cause your tell's
always the same

when you got a bad hand
and empty pockets.

You were doing it on the stand.

You're doing it right now.

Why?

You want to talk
about lies and gambling now?

Stop this.

Nothing will erase seeing
your friend Calian

sh**ting his arrow
through my father's chest!

Help me out, here...

On the stand, you testified
you found your father

already dead.

Now you're saying
you saw Calian sh**t him.

Which is it, Luis?

Hmm?

You were arguing with papá
all day.

Why?

He always saw himself
in you, Luis.

No! No, we were not the same!

You know how mad he gets!

He accused me of stealing
our own cattle,

said he couldn't trust me
to run the ranch when he's gone.

You did the best that you could.

♪ Land only for this fate ♪

What did you do?

Why do you care...

He told me to leave the ranch,

and this family,
and never come back.

I want you gone by morning!

It was an accident!

¿Papá?

♪ Feels as though ♪

There was only one way out...

♪ We're never
turning back here ♪

...until another appeared.

♪ The land returns
to the dust ♪

- ♪ Is there any way ♪
- Lo siento, papá.

♪ To get this weight
off my skin ♪

♪ And find another one? ♪

♪ Is there anyone ♪

♪ To get this writing
off the wall ♪

♪ And find a new one ♪

♪ And find ♪

And you figured,
who are they going to believe?

An Apache or the son
of a Founding Father?

How could you do that to us?

You?

You were never a son to him.

Didn't you realize how lucky
you were to have a father?

Hoyt.

Please... no more.

Get your ass up.

Any last words?

There is no death.

♪ Is there any way ♪

Only a change in worlds.

♪ To get this weight
off my skin ♪

♪ And find another one? ♪

♪ Is there anyone ♪

♪ To get this writing
off the wall ♪

♪ And find a new one? ♪

♪ And find... ♪

Wait!

Call it off!

Call it off!

There will be no hanging today!

Anyone has a problem with that,
come find me.

Pulled from the body
of Francis Reyes.

The right man is in jail.

And an innocent one didn't hang.

It's a good thing.

"I have always found that
mercy bears richer fruit

than strict justice."

And who said that?

One of those Roman generals
you like to read about?

Abraham Lincoln.

I've been meaning to ask you...

What were you
and my predecessor doing

at the Reyes Ranch last night?

We were following a lead
on their stolen cattle.

Didn't expect it
to be their own son.

I wonder who put him up to it.

Hmm.

Sheriff, you all right?

Right as rain.

Ethan.

I thought you might want this.

Kate, do you have any...

any idea
of what you're about to do?

Do you have any idea
what I've already done,

in the name of that badge?

E, we were supposed
to protect people.

We were supposed to protect
hard-working people

that were building a dream.

Instead, we-we-we have a...
a trail of broken lives

we left behind us.
For what? For a client?

The old man likes you, Kate.

He doesn't take well
to letting go of things.

Lucky that I'm not a thing.

So, what, uh...
what do you want me to tell him?

You tell him
that if the Davidsons

somehow find out who I am,

I will burn you to the ground.

My government contacts,
the press...

I will make sure the world
knows what you've become.

Don't worry about me.
I'll be fine.

It's nice here in Purgatory.

It was really good
seeing you, Kate.

Thanks for the shave.

I, uh...

I shouldn't have stayed away

when you needed me.

- I owe you an...
- You helped save my life, Hoyt.

I'm sorry about Francis.

I know he cared for you.

Yeah, well...

after I turned Luis in,

I don't know how Lucia
and her mom are gonna feel.

You have to be there for them.

Yeah.

Hey, that whole
saving your life bit...

Does that mean you owe me now?

I said you helped.

If they learned you lied
on the stand today...

I was just doing
what you would've did for me.

Sometimes I wonder

why I'm protecting the same
people that would hang me

at the first accusation.

Part of me feels
like I should leave with you.

And part of you knows
you should stay.

This town needs you, Augustus.

♪ My heart is spilling over ♪

♪ Crashing on the ground ♪

♪ I can't see what's around me ♪

♪ But soon I'll come around... ♪

- Thank you.
- Well, considering the verdict,

I don't think the judge found me
particularly convincing.

But he wasn't the one
you needed to convince.

You helped others
think differently, Abby.

All the same...

After everything...

will I ever see you again?

♪ In the sky tonight... ♪

Maybe we'll find each other
in the tall grass.

♪ Trick of the light ♪

♪ May never come
but I'm willing to wait ♪

♪ What can I say? ♪

♪ I'm a man of the faith ♪

♪ And there's an ocean
in my body ♪

♪ And there's a river
in my soul ♪

♪ And I'm crying... ♪

Speaking Apache...

♪ This path that I've taken ♪

♪ Is the only one I know ♪

♪ Well, I've come so far
to get here... ♪

♪ And if I see a sign
in the sky tonight ♪

♪ No one's gonna tell me
it's a trick of the light ♪

♪ May never come,
but I'm willing to wait ♪

♪ What can I say? ♪

♪ I'm a man of the faith ♪

♪ And there's an ocean
in my body ♪

♪ And there's a river
in my soul ♪

♪ And I'm crying ♪

Thank you.

♪ And we are the dawn ♪

♪ And we carry the sun... ♪

You know, the day might be over,
but I have a feeling

the adventures
of Abby Walker, Esquire,

might just be beginning.

- ♪ And we are the dawn ♪
- Hmm.

The meeting with Ethan.
I... I forgot.

Did he agree to help?

- Uh, no.
- ♪ And we carry the sun... ♪

I resigned.

But that's okay.
That's just fine,

because we are gonna solve
Liam's m*rder,

and we are gonna take down
the Davidsons,

and we are gonna set this town
straight all by ourselves.

- Hmm.
- 'Cause nobody else is gonna help us.

"On the jagged edge
of the world."

What's that?

Nothing.

Just... I think
I'm beginning to feel

the same way
about this place as you do.

Sheriff?

Oh, my God. Sheriff.

Hey. Hey.

Help me, Abby.