01x04 - Runs with a g*n

[bunniefuu]

Rough day?

I've been there.

Tomorrow's gonna be better.

I'm getting close to the truth.

I can feel it.

Listen, lady.

I'm not feelin' real chatty,

so if you don't mind.

You want me to shut up?

Please.

Well, too bad, Mr. Man.

'Cause I'm not gonna shut up.

Cops can't shut me up.

Government and the evil
priests can't shut me up.

You can't shut me up.

I've got rights.

- I've got a voice.
- Good for you!

Why don't you take
your voice over there?

Maybe you can help me.

Oh, God.

Have you seen her?

Have you seen Tricia?

Tricia Desiree Whitehorse.

My sister.

She's an Indian, like me.

Please...

Just look at her.

I can't get anybody to even look at her.

Look at my sister, please.

I haven't seen her.

Sure.

Look again.

She's real pretty.

I said I haven't seen her.

Hey Mister...

What?

Have you seen my stolen sister?

Hmm.

Mom, did you know Tom?

I knew of him.

Not really.

Your father would have.

Came by the firm years ago.

I actually spoke with him on a consult

but he ended up going
with Samson and Associates.

Well, how did he get
away with posing as an Indian

and taking millions
of government dollars

in grants and concessions?

Tom's not the first
one to scam the government

using our people.

Well, is it even legal?

Is he gonna get away with it?

Probably be jammed up
in litigation for years.

- That's ridiculous.
- Mm-hmm.

What's ridiculous was that
hair situation yesterday

at the press conference.

I was going for tough cop.

Yeah, well, I still think that Michelle

should freshen your look up.

Especially if you're
in front of the cameras.

Babe, you looked sensational, as always.

True.

Why do you think all
those old ugly white boys

keep you there?

What?

sh*t, I gotta go meet Carlos.

Carlos?

My personal trainer.

You don't think this
awesomeness just happens,

do ya?

Thanks for the croissants, Jackie.

You're welcome.

She loves you.

I know.

Hey...

You're chief because
you're strong, brilliant,

and a kick a*s Native American woman.

And as the face of Tribal,

it doesn't hurt that
your super gorgeous.

Just sayin'.

Thank you.

You're uh... You're kinda hot yourself.

Oh yeah?

What's up?

On Highway 9?

By Weaselhead?

How bad is it?

Okay.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

And the closer you
look, the uglier it gets.

How many casualties?

We've counted 3 dead so far.


transported to the hospital.

What do we know?

Looks like a hit and run.

Drive of that vehicle took off on foot.

And this is Tribal's case, because?

Car's registered to Margaret Redhawk.

Redhawk.

Yeah, so she lives
at 73 Little Bear Road

on the Blackfoot Reserve.

We got a uni surrounding her house.

So, yeah, if she's
there, we'll find her.

Any witnesses?

One of them saw the driver.

Didn't get a real good look, but...

she took this.

Giddy up, Margaret.

Well, the driver could've fallen asleep,

had sun in their eyes,

dropped coffee on their crotch.

What do you think Buke?

Well, it is Redhawk.

Could be anything.

Margaret had a history of driving drunk.

What kind of history?

I'm not comfortable talking about her

to the police.

I'm her sponsor.

Margaret trusts me.

Three people are dead
and Margaret's missing.

You're not helping her by

withholding information from the police.

Two years ago, she crashed
her car into a bus shelter.

Four people were injured... badly.

Thousands of dollars in property damage.

It was her third drunk
driving conviction.

Her third?

But, there's no record
of her doing time.

Not jail time.

She went to a healing lodge.

Did her a lot of good, I think.

She's been sober ever since.

As far as I know.

I'm sorry, I have to answer this.

A healing lodge?

What the hell is that about?

Buke...

What do you mean, healing lodge?

Contemporary correction strategies

can be difficult to understand

when someone is culturally ignorant.

Really?

Why don't you educate me?

In determining an offenders future,

it is prudent to consider their past.

Margaret grew up in an
a*usive family situation,

got pregnant at 17, battled addiction,

struggled, hard, to get clean...

And then went on to k*ll 3 people.

I need to make a call.

He's what's wrong with
the police in this city.

So, when did you see Margaret last?

At her daughter's birthday party.

It was yesterday.

Ceci turned ten.

Margaret worked so hard to make it nice.

Hey, sis, the boys are here.

Oh, hello.

Hey kiddo.

What are they doing
bringing beer in here?

Oh, they'll just have
a few off to the side.

What can I do?

I can't stop them.

Are you drinking again?

Why would you ask that?

I know how you react
when you're around him.

Oh, he doesn't get to me anymore.

You want me to say something?

I'll tell him to leave.

I have no problem with that.

What about Ceci?

Tell her that her uncle has to leave.

"Happy birthday honey,

but your as*h*le uncle has to go".

Jeese!

I'm sure no one but her

would have a problem with that.

Oh.

She's already fighting
anxiety and separation issues.

I have to at least try to give her

some good family memories.

You're right.

And I'm sorry about the drinking dig.

That was...

Well, you're right.

He does get to me.

For the most part, it seemed to be

a nice family party.

And you haven't seen Margaret since?

No, I haven't.

Um...

I'm gonna need the address of the party

as well as the names
of anyone who was there.

I'll give you what I know.

We get any leads?

Possibly.

You have any idea where she would be?

If she's hiding out
with anyone, chances are,

she's with her mother, Ethel.

She works the early
shifts at Tracy's Place.

Thanks.

You've been a great help.

Yes, thank you.

Huh!

What?

She's lying.

Enlighten me.

Well?

So, now it turns out Margaret is a drunk

who's k*lled 3 people.

We don't know that Margaret
was driving the car.

Chrissy said she's clean.
The picture isn't clear.

Yeah, but she's been abused.

Let's send her to a healing lodge.

That'll fix her. So, Indians
get special treatment?

Woah!

Hey.

I saw you take Chrissy's phone.

You wanna know what's on it?

Buke.

Are you trying to
taint the investigation?

Not if we do it right.

Oh.

And doing it right, you
mean looking the other way

when you take shortcuts?

Listen, if we don't nail her now,

she's gonna keep doing this.

Obviously, the healing lodge
thing didn't work out.

I mean, what kind of bullshit
justice is that anyway?

It's not bullshit justice!

It's been proven that
time in the healing lodge

can be more effective
than traditional jail time.

Why don't you tell that to
the families of the people

she k*lled?

Oh, come on Buke.

I thought you were
some big city time cop.

Not this again.

I'm just surprised you
don't understand this.

You've ran into an Indian
or two in your career.

Oh, I understand it, intimately.

Are you always this cynical and hard?

Are your kids like this?

Hey!

Don't you bring my kids into this.

My point is that a lot
of people who are hurt,

hurt other people.

And it keeps going for generations

unless we teach the wounded how to heal.

How long have you been rehearsing that?

Show some reason and compassion.

What are you, my priest?

Hey!

Where ya goin'?

Connie asked to see me.

All right, I want it all.

Eyewitness accounts,
crime scene forensics,

list of suspects, status
of the injured, all of it.

I'm confused, Connie.

Why do you feel I need
so much oversight on this?

Oversight?

This is a high-profile case.

Carnage on the highway tends to
catch the public's attention.

The Justice Department
wants to make sure that

Tribal's resources are

totally focused on this case.

Well, they would be,

if I wasn't sitting here talking to you.

I'd like to remind
you that it's your job

to keep the Chief of Justice apprised

of all ongoing investigations.

And I'll remind you that
last week we investigated

a domestic homicide and a bunch of ODs'

and you were nowhere to be seen.

Easy, Woodburn... I was
totally slammed last week.

Oh.

Well, it's funny how
your calendar clears

when the carnage is white.

We've got three people dead!

Suspects in the wind.

You've gotta show me something.

Well, we're focusing our investigation

on the location and interrogation

of Margaret Redhawk.

Her AA sponsor provided a list of leads.

Nate and Justine are
chasing down Margaret's

ex-husband and Buke and I are

paying a visit to her mom.

That is, as soon as
you let me out of here.

Well, get your a*s out
of here and find Redhawk.

Thank you.

Lucas.

Yeah.

When is this Tribal experiment
gone wrong gonna end?

Why, is she that bad?

Now, it's a healing
lodge instead of jail.

Sick of Indian criminals getting a pass.

Well, that's just how it is, Buke.

It's not gonna change any time soon.

You know, in fact, it's
probably gonna get worse.

Special treatment now.

Trying to make up for
years of government guilt.

Yeah.

Hey, hey.

I need that, uh, that phone thing.

On the downlow.

I can make that happen.

Whose phone do you wanna hack?

Redhawk's been calling her
AA sponsor, Chrissy Haney.

I got a look at her phone history.

Okay, text me the number
and I'll make it work.

- All right.
- Thanks, pal.

Thank you for seeing us.

Like I had a choice.

So, what do ya want?

We appreciate your time Ethel.

And the sooner we find Margaret,

the easier this will be for everyone.

It never gets easier with Margaret.

I always have high hopes
for that girl but then

she goes and pulls something like this.

Anyhow, I don't know where
she's off to this time.

We understand you had a
birthday party here yesterday.

Yeah.

Ceci turned ten.

- All righty!
- Wow.

Margaret went out of her way to throw

her a nice party.

Made a cake.

Bought fun decorations.

Here we go.

Your favourite.

My boss let me use the diner.

We invited some of Ceci's friends over.

Even some family showed up.

Margaret's brother Rob, his son Mikey...

Even Ceci's father Billy made it.

- Three!
- Happy birthday Ceci!

Go ahead, honey.

Another Redhawk family memory.

But for the most part, it was actually

a really nice family party.

I don't understand
how this accident happened.

Come on, Ethel.

Three DUIs.

Were you serving alcohol at that party?

It wasn't really that kind of party.

Margaret's been sober for a while now.

The longest she's ever been.

Margaret's vehicle, uh,

did she drive it home last night?

I don't know.

I left before she did.

Too much fun, I guess.

Do you know where your
daughter's hiding, Ethel?

I told you, I don't know where she is.

Does this look like Margaret?

Is that her hoodie?

Looks like Margaret's.

Do you drink, Ethel?

Get out of here.

I have to start work.

Uh, Ethel.

Um...

If you hear from her, please call me.

Okay.

We can talk down here.

All right so... tell us about the party

- at your mother-in-law's house?
- Ex-mother-in-law.

The party was super chill.

My baby girl Ceci loved it.

We cranked up the kids tunes.

They played some games.

Looking good, Margie.

We had cake and juice.

More booze!

He's her dad Chrissy.

What do you expect me to do?

I don't think I can stay.

You're gonna bail on me?

I don't like the way this is going.

Please stay, I could use your help.

I told you.

I can't be around this.

Just stay for a bit
It's not gonna last long.

No.

You need boundaries and right now

this is going way over the line.

Oh, my God...

Chrissy!

Happy birthday Ceci!

I'm leaving sweetie.

You have a super birthday.

Thank you.

Bye!

Chrissy, don't.

Please.

Brought you something.

Oh, Billy...

Oh, goodness.

Where's Margaret now?

My darling ex doesn't report

her whereabouts to me.

She does come knock when
I'm late with child support.

Which never happens, 'cause you're such

an awesome father, right Billy?

Hoo, you're a sharp one, aren't ya?

So who was driving your ex-wife's car

the night of the accident?

I don't know.

You have to ask the
crazy b*tch yourself.

And by crazy b*tch, you
mean mother of your child?

b*tch is like a pet name.

She's cool with it.

Hear that?

She's cool with it.

All right, Billy, if you hear from her,

give me a shout.

Okay?

You got it bro.

Hey.

Hey.

Did you find anything?

We didn't find Margaret,
but we found her ex.

He's a real piece of work.

But he says he hasn't seen
her since the party, so...

Lucas, what about your boys?

What about his boys?

I asked Lucas to chase
down a few things.

I haven't heard anything yet,
but I'm still on it, though.

Just give me a couple more hours.

Just keep me in the loop, okay?

Yeah, you got it.

Connie riding ya?

He's riding us.

Who's up for lunch?

Knew you were working.

Thought it'd be nice to get out.

- What about you, Buke?
- No.

Thanks.

Counsellor.

What's your take on this whole, uh,

healing lodge thing?

What do ya mean?

Well, why should Indians
get special treatment

from the justice system?

I mean, how's that fair?

Well, we could talk all
day about how fair it is

that they ripped families apart

in the Residential School system.

How long do you expect
to use that as a crutch?

It's not a crutch.

Healing lodges help
indigenous offenders use

incarceration time
to help them heal from

their past traumas and move forward.

Wow.

So it's the justice
system's responsibility

to teach Indians not to be criminals.

What, then?

Just lock them up so you
don't have to deal with it?

Government's always been good at that.

It's your government too, pal.

How about you try to
understand the history

of the situation instead
of criticizing it.

Oh, I understand it.

I just think it's political bullshit.

That was fun.

See what I deal with?

Thought his kind were dead and buried.

Mmm.

They just hide it better now.

Buke...

You called it on that AA sponsor.

What'd you get?

We got a hit on the tap.

Margaret's paying Chrissy a visit today.

Serious?

- Yeah.
- You get a time?

No, no, no. But it
sounds like it's for sure.

Thanks.

Yeah, any time. Hey, Buke.

Come here.

Woodburn's obviously got
her own agenda here, okay?

You should handle this alone.

What was that with Ryan?

Drop it.

Let's just stick to the job, okay?

Did anything work out with Lucas?

Nope.

Well, Nate found
Margaret's brother, Rob.

Oh yeah?

He missed his parole
appointment this morning.

I'm gonna go talk to him.

You wanna come with?

No.

I'll chase down Lucas.

Look into that angle.

- Do you know Rob?
- Yeah.

Okay, eyes wide open.

Looking tight, Chief.

I mean like, buff tight.

Like, good form.

- Okay.
- Stop talking now.

Woah... Tribal Police!

- What do you want pigs?
- Put the g*n down.

We just wanna talk.

Do you know where Margaret is?

What if I don't?

I don't know. Violating parole.

It's your call, Rob.

Sure it was Margaret's
car that caused all this?

Several eyewitnesses saw it

so we're sure of it at this point.

Was she drinking yesterday?

Margaret wasn't drinking at all.

You're sure?

Pretty sure.

It was a laid back, dry party.

A family party, for Ceci.

Thanks for bringing my friend Jack.

Only the best for bro on
my baby girl's big day.

Even Ceci's dad showed up.

He doesn't miss-a-one.

My boy Mikey was there too.

He's 18, but he's just like a little kid

when it comes to family parties.

He loves playing with the little ones.

Wait, wait.

We need chasers.

Gotta do this right.

Mikey, beer.

Ah, that's the last beer dad.

Dude, you didn't bring enough beer.

No worries.

Mikey, go get us some beer.

Whose keys are those?

Aunt Margie's.

I'm watching them for her.

Well, with her drinking
problem and all that.

She doesn't let anyone drive her van.

Well today, she does.

So, get your a*s moving.

Do you really gotta get hammered

at a ten year old's birthday?

What?

That's the only way to get through
a ten year old's birthday.

- Or an eleven.
- Or twelve.

Not doing it.

Useless little prick.

I'll go myself.

Where's your sister now, Rob?

No clue.

You sure about that?

'Cause if you know
where Margaret's hiding?

Maybe she's not hiding.

What are you saying?

Maybe she's in trouble.

Maybe she got carjacked or something.

Maybe she's a victim.

You ever think about that?

Do you know where we could find Mikey?

Why you wanna go botherin' him?

We just wanna talk to him.

Haven't seen him.

Lucas, you got any updates on that lead?

No, she should be there.

Okay, thanks.

Wait for backup, I'll send two cars.

Nah, I got it.

- Hi!
- Oh, God.

Remember me... detective
culturally ignorant.

Have you seen Margaret Redhawk?

No.

I answered your questions.

I went down to the police station.

Has she tried to get
in contact with you recently?

Well, I answered your questions.

Why are you on my property?

I don't know why you're here and...

Hey!

Hey!

Margaret Redhawk!

Stop struggling.

Stop, stop, stop!

Agh.

Stop!

Tribal Police... you're under arrest.

You're no Tribal cop.

I will have you know, my grandpa

was one tenth Arapaho.

Funny.

You're just an as*h*le.

I'm reporting you.

Good.

You can take it up
with chief and council

at the next band meeting.

Oh, God.

Easy.

Look, I told you,

I don't know how my car
got into that accident,

but I wasn't driving it.

Right, you just happened
to leave it at the diner.

Yes, it was my kid's birthday.

Jerk.

f*cking as*h*le.

Yes.

Oh, God.

Keys.

Nah.

I think I'll keep 'em.

Rob, enough's enough.

You don't need your keys right now.

Neither do you.

Well, I might need them later.

- Who knows.
- You should not be driving.

You're pissed.

Trust me.

You do not wanna get into
that with me right now.

Please don't ruin this day.

Ruin it?

I'm the life of the party, Aunt Margie.

Happy birthday Ceci Redhawk!

Lighten up.

It's a party.

Oh.

Dad, I gotta go.

You're not going anywhere.

It's family time.

Put these on ice.

And if you shake em up, I swear,

I'll knock you into next week.

Ceci was just having
a nice family birthday,

just like I planned it.

Stop with the drama.

- Ow!
- Hey, hey, hey.

You know, I am so sick and
tired of people like you

destroying innocent lives
and getting away with it.

I didn't do anything,
you r*cist as*h*le.

At least I'm not a k*ller.

Ow, ow.

Save it for the healing lodge.

Nah, you're going to
jail this time sweetheart.

And it brings me immense
joy to put you there.

You're a cruel human being.

Was I right or was I right?

Can you believe she had the ba*ls

to try to run on me?

Did you chase her down?

You bet your a*s I did.

Ah, you see, that's
the "Runs-with-a-g*n"

we want out there. Old school.

Yeah, You know, it felt good.

- Gets the heart pumping.
- Right?

You call the shots, not Woodburn.

Come on... 3 DUIs, fleeing the scene,

vehicular manslaughter.

I mean, enough is enough.
It's gotta be jail this time right?

She'll probably just get
the healing lodge again.

That's bullshit.

You got Redhawk?

Yeah, she's in holding.

Got enough evidence for a conviction?

More than enough.

It was her car that caused the accident.

She's a drunk.

She's had 3 prior DUI convictions.

But she's still apparently going to AA.

Three?

And she still has a license.

She can't account for where she was

at the time of the
accident or afterwards.

Looks pretty straightforward.

Good work.

Hey, Detective Bukansky?

- Yeah?
- We've got a suspect on the

highway collision fatality.

We already have someone in custody.

Chief Woodburn just brought someone in.

Brought who in?

Hey, Dave, I need the room.

It was just supposed
to be a nice family party.

What happened?

Aunt Margie worked so hard.

She had to walk home.

She walked home?

Why's that?

Because my dad wouldn't
give her back her keys.

He was being a real a*s.

And this morning he was even worse.

Hey.

No way.

You're still hammered.

Come on.

You know the drill.

Do it yourself.

You sassin' me, boy?

You want some more?

You need to learn how to listen.

Prick.

I had to get away from him.

So I did.

And I couldn't see.

And I wasn't thinking about anything...

but my dad beating me.

And my aching ribs.

I really didn't wanna live anymore.

It's... it's my fault.

It's all my fault.

I'm so sorry. I really didn't
mean to k*ll all those people.

Oh my God.

It's all my fault.

Oh my God.

Congratulations.

How'd you get the bad guy again?

Yeah, well somehow

it doesn't feel like a victory.

Maybe because that kid doesn't seem

like the bad guy.

Well, prison will probably
turn him into one.

Our job is to enforce the law, Sam.

We don't sort out what happens after.

That's why you became
a cop, and not a lawyer.

You gathered evidence illegally

from a person's phone.

And then you used an unauthorized

surveillance tap on a phone number.

And all so you could arrest

the wrong person in the process.

And then you did all this
questionable police work

behind my back.

That's one way of looking at it.

You should just tell Connie you quit.

Walk away.

And why would I do that?

Because... I have to write a report.

And in it will have details of what my

supposed partner did
without my knowledge.

Wow.

Turning your back on your partner.

I never figured you for a rat.

A rat?

Hey.

It is what it is.

Oh.

I'm the rat for doing my job?

Well, what does that make
you for not doing yours?

File your report accordingly, Chief.

You know, I keep hearing
this story about some

hero cop who got shot in the back

by an Indian who escaped
from a halfway house.

Oh, now it's a healing lodge.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

And how this cop is some
sexist, r*cist, as*h*le,

who shouldn't even have a badge.

Really?

And how he's stuck
being partners with some

Indian b*tch on wheels.

Sounds like a hell of a story.

I like him already.

We found the driver.

You did?

Unfortunately, it was
your nephew, Mikey.

No...

Is he okay?

He's got a pretty good
ding on his head, but...

he's being arrested as we speak.

Can I see him?

Maybe tomorrow.

Okay.

You're free to go.

You know, I haven't drank in years.

That's good to hear.

Oh, jeese.

My ankle is k*lling me.

Yeah, well, you shouldn't have run.

How am I supposed to stay
dry when all this sh*t

keeps happening around me?

How?

Maybe you should ask your daughter.

Bet she misses you.

Come on, I'll drive you home.

Front seat, wow.

Just don't touch anything.

Tight a*s.

Buckle up.

We should grab a drink.

Almost had you, didn't I?

That's not funny.

I told you I didn't drink.

You didn't believe me.

I was gonna take you back to the cell.

I am hungry, though.

We could grab a burger?

Now, you're talking my language,

Mrs. Margaret Redhawk.

What kind of a name is Buke, anyhow?

Wooow.