05x07 - From This Day Forward

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What are you doing over there?
You look like a frat boy.

I'm installing a security system.

Somebody tries to come through
the door, they knock the cans over.

I just want you to feel safe.

- I do.
- You sure?

Look, what happened with Tamar...

It... It was... It was a lot,

and I don't think that
we should try to pretend

it didn't happen or anything,

but I-I think we also both know

that she's not gonna come back.

Sure. But I've poked some other
hornets' nests over the years.

You can't be too careful.

But, uh, well, if you're okay,

maybe it's time to, you
know, get back on the horse.

Um...

Not that you're the horse in,
um, that particular metaphor

or that, um, I'm going to get on...

- Okay, okay.
- Yeah.

It's okay, cowboy.

Um, seeing as how you've installed
a security system for me and all,

um, maybe it's time we should just...

Wait.

Oh.

I'm back.

Come here.

Oh.

Oh!

Are you okay?

Yup.

There's something about this
room that kind of kills the mood.

Yup.

You know what I used to
do when I was a teenager?

This is silly.

I mean, it's beautiful,
and it's very sweet, but...

Wait.

What... What are you doing?

A cassette?

- A cassette tape?
- Yeah.

Oh, you just got all
the girls, didn't you?

Wow.

Hmm.

I'll take my coat off.

- Here, um...
- Pull that off.

Yeah. I got it.

Okay, just... Okay, there we go.

Oh! Sh... Okay.

Are you okay there?

Okay. Oh, wait. I think
I hit the gear shift.

It's not the gear shift.

If I try to... Oh, okay.

- Ow. Okay, okay. Okay.
- Uh-oh.

Don't say that. That doesn't sound good.

Walt, you're taking my...

I can't get over the wheel.

I remember this being easier.

- Asha?
- sh*t!

Hi, Miss Longmire.

So, did you give J.P.
the restraining order?

I did.

How, uh, did he take it?

I gave it to him at work, so
he was, you know, reserved.

Asha, have you been sleeping here?

Well, you didn't tell me
where I was supposed to go.

Oh, Asha, I'm... I'm so sorry.

I just assumed you'd stay
with family or friends.

But J.P. knows where they all live.

He'd come and find me.

He's not supposed to.

That's why we gave him
the restraining order.

J.P. knows that if he tries anything,

even just coming to see
you, he can be arrested.

You think that'll stop him?

Okay, um, why don't you come inside?

We'll get you something to eat.

You can rest a little until
we figure something out.

Do you have a suitcase or...?

No, I...

I didn't bring anything,
except what I'm wearing.

It's gonna be okay. Okay, Asha?

I'll stop by your place later
and pick up some of your things

while J.P.'s at work.

Sheriff's department. You guys called?

Okay, first things first, if it is
underneath him or her, we get it.

Hey, we should pay him a
finders fee for his help.

- You know, that just seems right.
- Okay, fine, but we solved it.

I need you to agree to that, Sheriff.

- I understand you found something.
- Well, we're hoping we found something.

We definitely found someone.

He's dead. Or she.

Where?

You found a dead body up in that tree?

- No, down in that tree.
- It's hollow.

- Show him the video.
- Yeah.

Hold on. Hold on.

You two seem happy about this.

That's because if there's a body in
there, then we're definitely right.

- About what?
- Anson Hamilton's treasure.

- You heard about that, right?
- Nope.

So, this rich guy in Missouri...
Yeah, he buried a treasure,

then he wrote a poem
full of... of... of clues

about where he buried it, okay, and
then put that poem on the Internet.

You have that poem?

Oh, we have the whole
damn thing memorized.

The key couplet reads, "To the
Absarokas, past hill and hollow,

search for a place no man can follow."

This is Absaroka County.

That tree is definitely a
hollow where no man can follow.

Okay, here it is. Wait.

So, we climbed up and
we dropped a GoPro down,

and this is what we saw.

You see that hair?

That's human hair. That's
got to be a human head.

This guy must have
solved the poem before us,

and he went down to get the
treasure and couldn't get out.

So, how you gonna get him out, Sheriff?

Stopped by that new bagel place.

Finally a bit of civilization here.

Did you want lox on yours?

No, thanks.

So, what happened? Someone
got stuck exploring the tree?

- Let's go see.
- Hey, is there anything else under him?

- I'm going up.
- No, you're not.

Back up. Let us do our job.

Whoever this is, been in there a while.

Practically a mummy.

How long ago was that poem published?

About three years ago.

Well, if this guy was
looking for the treasure,

wouldn't there be some old ropes?

How else could he have gotten in?

Maybe he was working with a partner.

Once the partner got the
treasure, he abandoned him.

How does anybody know that that
tree's hollow to begin with?

Well, we talked to some
guys at the Forest Service,

one of those hotshot firefighters.

Tom, don't give away our secrets.

Hey.

Got something else here.

Just a big canvas bag.

He was probably gonna
put the treasure in it.

- Anything else in there?
- No, that's it.

Look again!

Okay, so there's no treasure,
no wallet on the body.

I guess the only way to
I.D. someone that's this dead

is gonna be dental records?

Maybe there's another way.

Is that a tattoo?

Does it say something?

"Tizz."

What's that mean?

It means I know who to talk to.

Uh, hello, uh, Ms. Longmire?

This is J.P. Wright.

I need you to call me.

I love Asha.

And I miss her so much.

And I want to know what I got to do
to get you to rip up that court order.

So call me, please.

And tell Asha... I'm sorry.

This is one long driveway.

These people must be loaded.

Yeah.

You okay?

Didn't sleep much last night.

You stressed about the civil suit?

No.

No, that's going away.

I decided to settle the case.

Wow.

So unlike you.

Yeah.

Well, uh, that way,

neither of us has to worry about all that
stuff in your deposition coming out.

Right.

So, um, you know this Tizz well?

Not well.

I met her once seven years ago.

She must have made quite the impression.

Well, her father had just d*ed.

That kind of thing sticks with you.

No, thank you, Mrs. Crandall.

I'm, uh, feeling a little queasy.

Yeah, me, too.

No offense, Sheriff, but I just have bad
associations with you showing up here.

I understand.

So, what can we help you with?

I have some questions
about your nickname... Tizz.

- Um, okay.
- Where did it come from?

I got it in college.

There were lots of Elizabeths.

Uh, one of my roommates just
started calling me "Tizz"

to set me apart.

- It stuck.
- Anybody ever get a tattoo of your name?

Why are you asking me about this?

So, you do know someone with a tattoo?

My husband.

What happened? Did Tony do something?

Tony's your husband?

- Yes.
- No.

Not anymore, that little sh*t.

Mom, please.

So you're divorced?

- No, separated.
- Well, that's a technicality.

Tony abandoned her two
years ago out of the blue

without leaving a note or anything.

That's not true. He wrote.

Months later.

When's the last time
you heard from Tony?

Four months ago.

He's been living in
Colorado... uh, Pagosa Springs.

He's a... He's a river rafting guide.

Prince Charming wrote to say

that he had met someone
else, that he's moved on.

So, uh, where exactly did
Tony get your name tattooed?

Why are you asking me this?

What's happened?

No.

I'm so sorry, Tizz.

Mrs. Crandall, I'm really sorry
to be the bearer of bad news again.

You know, I couldn't say
this in front of my daughter,

but frankly, we're all better
off with Tony Kaufman gone.

So you were not a fan.

Did other people feel that way?

About Tony?

Everybody loved Tony.

He was the life of the party

until anything went the least bit wrong,

and then he'd just disappear.

Did he ever mention a treasure hunt?

Somebody hid a treasure
out in the wilderness.

I guess people are out
there looking for it.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he went after it.

The promise of easy money was just the
kind of thing he'd get excited about.

Your daughter said she got a
letter from him four months ago.

Did you ever hear from him?

I tried calling him a couple of times,

you know, to give him
a piece of my mind.

He never answered. Never called back.

Do you know if your daughter still
has that letter that Tony sent?

It might help shed some light on this.

I shredded it for her own good.

Two years, and she's
still mooning over him.

Hi.

Is A-Asha with you?

Um, no. She's not.

- But you got my message.
- Uh, yes, I did.

So, are you gonna take
back that restraining order?

It doesn't work like that, J.P.

I know. Look, I know I screwed up.

And I want... I want
to make things right.

Can you please help me?

Could I use your bathroom first?

Yeah, sure. Come on in.

Bathroom's that way.

Could I also bother you
for a glass of water?

- Yeah. Sure.
- Thanks.

Here's your water.

Oh, yeah. Thank you.

See? I'm not such a bad guy.

J.P., I could tell from your message

that you don't really appreciate the
seriousness of this protective order.

It's very important
for both of your sakes

that you do not try and
contact Asha right now.

All right, so, what do I have
to do to prove I'm not a bad guy?

I mean, s-should I write a letter?

That's a good idea, but
this is gonna take time.

Okay. How long?

I don't know.

Thank you.

Are you leaving? You
just got here. What...

Why'd you really come?

I got your message, and I
wanted to be very clear with you

what you can and cannot do legally.

Hey, just tell me.

Where is she?

Where is my wife?

I'm sorry, J.P. I cannot tell you that.

sh*t!

Tony Kaufman went to the
University of Colorado in Boulder,

but he never graduated.

Both parents deceased,
uh, shortly after.

He moved to Durant five years ago
to guide for Powder River Rafting.

Married Tizz Crandall four years ago,
moved back to Colorado two years ago.

A couple of speeding tickets. One DUI.

You find his employer down there?

I've been reaching out to
all the rafting operations

near Pagosa Springs, but nothing yet.

Okay, uh, Ruby will get you some
traveling money from petty cash.

Really?

You want me to... go there?

It's not Hawaii, Ferg.

It's Colorado.

Just for a night or two.

Unless you don't want to go.

No, no, no. I'll go.

Whatever you need, Sheriff.

You should probably bring this.

Hey, since Ferg's gonna be
in Colorado, do you think

you and I should go check out
Tony's last place of employment here?

What is it... Powder River Rafting?

Uh, you go ahead.

I'm gonna follow up
on the autopsy report

and read some poetry.

If the clue to the treasure is here, maybe
the clue to his death is here, too.

Okay.

Hey, are you Spence?

Yeah.

Your boss said I should talk to you.

Uh-oh. What did I do?

He said that you were
friends with Tony Kaufman.

Oh. Well, I was.

- When's the last time you talked to him?
- In person?

A couple of years ago,
right before he blew town.

Since then, total radio silence,

one Facebook post on my birthday
about a month ago, but that's it.

- Any idea why he left?
- Yeah, I just figured

- his wife sent him packing.
- And why would she do that?

- 'Cause she finally caught him.
- Doing what?

You mean, "Doing who?"

Look, this job is only about 50% keeping
people from drowning in the river.

The other 50% is pretty much
about partying and, um, whatnot.

Great.

So, his, uh... his wife caught him, uh,
partaking in a little bit of "whatnot"?

She knew he was an operator.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Um, how did she know
that he was an operator?

How do you think those
two met in the first place?

He targeted her on a two-night trip
on the Green River down in Utah.

You really don't look good.

- Do you want to sit down?
- Yeah.

You were saying?

Uh, anyway, I always
thought Tizz deserved better.

Tony was fun to hang with,
but hardly marriage material.

If this guy was such a partier, why
did he get married in the first place?

Tizz is great. She was really into him.

And she was loaded.

Okay, so, if his wife
had kicked him out,

he would have been strapped for cash?

- Yeah.
- But do you think that he would have, uh,

gone searching for Anson
Hamilton's treasure?

Well, if he did, he
didn't tell me about it.

Okay.

Uh, okay. I'm gonna go.

Thank you.

sh*t. I'm sorry.

Um...

It was some bad lox.

Don't go to that new bagel place.

You're under arrest, Ms. Joyce.

Geez, you scared the... Ohh,
you scared the heck out of me.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but, uh, I'm afraid

I'm gonna have to ask
you to come with me...

to Colorado.

What are you talking about?

Well, it turns out I made
a real impression on Walt

lifting that fingerprint off my badge,

so he rewarded me by sending
me on a little business trip.

I thought maybe we could
mix in a little pleasure.

Lawbreaker.

What part of Colorado?

Pagosa Springs.

Oh, it's the Paris of the Southwest.

How's the poetry reading going?

Well, as poetry, it's,
uh... It's amateurish,

but, um, as a puzzle, it's interesting.

I'm having a hard time making
sense of some of it, though,

so I'm having Ruby track down
those two treasure hunters.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

So, how about you? What did you learn?

Tony Kaufman is
definitely a gold digger.

So you think he was searching for
the Anson Hamilton treasure, too?

Maybe.

But he was definitely the
other kind of gold digger...

conniving assh*le who
married Tizz for her money.

Hardly matches the picture
that Tizz painted of him.

Yeah, I think she was putting on an act.

One of Tony's old friends
from the rafting company

thought she might have kicked
him out for cheating on her.

Huh.

What?

Doc Weston called.

Said the cause of death was several
s*ab wounds to the gut and chest.

- That's brutal.
- Yeah.

Seems like we might be dealing
with a crime of passion.

Seems like it, but
there's still the question

of how she could have
gotten him into that tree.

Doc Weston have any sense of how
long the body had been in there?

Well, under the circumstances,
it's hard to be specific,

but, um, likely more than a year.

Didn't Tizz just get a letter
from Tony four months ago?

And his friend from the rafting
company got a birthday post last month.

- How does that happen?
- I don't know.

I couldn't reach either one
of those treasure hunters,

but did a little research, and
they are quite the odd couple.

Tom Fuller... unemployed...

but he was adjunct
professor of modern poetry.

And the other guy, Jim
Mackey... He's a bail bondsman.

- This is Jim's rap sheet?
- Mm-hmm.

Assaults in three states and
a felony conviction in Florida.

"Bounty hunter suspected
in m*rder of fugitive."

Yeah, Jim was never even
charged for that one.

But it was all over the papers
in Colorado two years ago.

- Colorado?
- Mm-hmm.

Is he still a bail bondsman?

Lost his license three
times, three different states.

How does a guy like that end up

partnered with a lit major
in the middle of Wyoming?

I'd like to know that, too.

If they went back out looking
for another hollow tree,

they probably contacted
the Forest Service again.

We need to get over there,

see if they can help us
locate the odd couple.

Walt, she's not going anywhere but home.

Vic, you don't look well, sweetie.

I'm fine. I-It's just
the new bagel place.

I've never heard of a
bagel making someone sick.

- No, it was the lox.
- Oh.

I should have known you don't
order lox in the middle of Wyoming.

- Yeah.
- Ruby's right.

You head home.

I'll talk to those, uh,
Forest Service firefighters.

But after you call your lawyer.

Probably just wants me to
sign the settlement papers.

That can wait. I'll call him later.

Walter.

Asha, where are you going?

- Home.
- No, you can't.

- Who are you?
- She's my cousin.

- I called her to come get me.
- Asha, I'm so sorry.

I cannot let you do this.

I heard J.P. on your answering machine.

Your restraining order worked.

He... He said he's sorry.

Of course he did. You believe him?

I...

Yeah. Of course. He's my husband.

He's also drunk, and he's angry.

No, that was before. On his
message, he sounded so...

Asha, I was just there.

See? I got you some of your things.

There were vodka bottles
that weren't there yesterday.

And he broke something when I left.

Is that the kind of house you
want to go back to right now?

- I can't stay here forever.
- No one said forever.

But you and I both know what'll
happen if you go back there right now.

Hi, there.

Which one of you is in charge here?

I didn't do nothing.

Sheriff Longmire.

Hello. Nice to meet you.
All right, gentlemen.

Just get another run at it.

- New recruits?
- Yes, sir.

Just a couple weeks ago, they
were banging out in East L.A.

- That hard to find rangers?
- Nah.

They're just a part of a program to
get kids out of their neighborhood,

you know, g*ng area, get them
out here doing something useful,

train them to be hotshots,
show them a different path.

Does it work?

It did for me.

So, uh, what can I
help you with, Sheriff?

Well, actually, I was wondering
if you guys have been contacted

by any, uh, treasure hunters.

Hey, boss.

Sheriff's asking about
some treasure hunters.

You talking about that
damned Anson Hamilton poem?

I am.

Yeah, "To the Absarokas,
past hill and hollow."

Probably had 30 or 40 people calling

and asking about that poem
in the last couple years.

- Yep.
- Twice as many so far this year.

I guess it's gone viral.

Do you keep a record of these callers?

No, it's only just dawned
on us that it's a thing.

I mean, most people just call.

Every now and then, we'll get
the, uh, more determined folks

that show up in person,
asking about hollow trees.

You got to be careful
with them hollow trees.

People don't know what they're
doing, they can be dangerous.

They're not all filled
with elves, you know?

These guys come by?

Yeah, they were in a few days ago,

and they had a fair amount
of climbing experience,

so I told them about the same
eight trees I tell everyone about.

The one guy was cool, but this other
guy, Jim, kind of got up in my grill.

He was sure I was holding out on him.

Have they called or been
back in the last 24 hours?

No.

What about him? Has he
come about the treasure?

That would be a year or two back.

Yeah, I recognize that guy.

His name's Tony Kaufman.

Huh.

That's Tizz's ex.

What an assh*le.

- So you do know him.
- Well, I know Tizz.

They're the ones who threw that
party after the Black Knoll Fire.

Oh, yeah, that's right. A while
back. They were cool peoples, yeah.

Yeah, Tizz's mom's house
was in the evacuation zone.

It was pretty much rich people's houses.

And, uh, they were pretty happy
when we got that fire contained.

So they threw a thank-you party.

Was Tony there?

Mm. I don't know. Maybe?

Well, I'm confused.

Uh, you don't seem
to know him very well,

but you have a pretty
strong opinion about him.

I heard how he cheated on Tizz.

W-Why you asking about all this stuff?

Something happen to Tony
or them treasure hunters?

Well, you could say that.

Um, they found Tony's
body in a hollow tree.

- What?
- Huh.

Kind of makes you believe in karma.

Stupid.

Hi, Tizz. You mind if I come in?

No, of course.

Thank you.

Your mom's guest house
is bigger than my house.

How long you lived here?

Um, Tony and I moved
in when we got married.

Have you figured out
what happened to him yet?

Not yet. I'm working on it.

Is that Grand Teton?

South Teton.

We were gonna do the
Grand the next summer.

So, what brings you here?

You can't possibly have more bad news.

No, but, uh, I got to
ask you some questions

that aren't gonna be too much fun.

Oh.

Were you aware that your husband
might have been unfaithful?

Yes.

Sheriff, I knew who I was marrying,

but I loved him anyway, no matter what.

I still do.

Well, your mom doesn't seem to
share that affection for Tony.

Yeah. Although I'm not sure
that was ever really about Tony.

There's part of me that thinks
maybe she was jealous of me.

I know it sounds awful,

but after she lost my dad,
she just couldn't stand

the thought of me having
someone when she didn't.

So when I married Tony, she just
made things difficult for us.

Can you be more specific?

Well, she was just really
judgmental. Tony couldn't stand her.

He wanted to move out, but he
couldn't really afford another place.

One night, things got so bad he
threatened to file for divorce.

Took me two days to talk him out of it.

So he left two years ago.

Was there really a
letter four months ago?

Yeah. I swear. I got it.

I still remember the return address...
P.O. Box 3165 Pagosa Springs, Colorado.

Did you write back?

Don't tell my mom, but, um,
I actually drove down there.

His number's unlisted,
but I got a family friend

to track down his street address.

I waited outside his little
house, waiting to see him.

I waited for hours.

But in the middle of the night,

I started to feel like a stalker.

I got so embarrassed,
I just... I drove back.

I drove all night.

Can you give me that
address for his house?

Yeah, I have it memorized.

You know, since you came by
earlier, I actually feel better.

Less restless.

When you love someone
as much as I loved Tony,

even when they're gone,

you can't help thinking they're
gonna walk through the door.

At least now I know he can't.

Hey, Asha.

I brought dinner.

Thank you, Miss Longmire.

Well, don't thank me because I
don't know if I have any silverware.

Oh. Oh.

J.P., you can't... you can't be here.

Hey, Ms. Longmire, I'm... I'm sorry
for showing up unannounced like this,

but I have to talk to Asha.

How did you even know she was here?

Her cousin told me.

Asha, baby, come here.

I have to say something.

Baby, it's okay. I'm...
I'm not gonna hurt you.

J.P., I'm sorry, but if you don't
leave, I have to call the tribal police.

Asha, you're the love of my life,
and I never should have hurt you.

I'm sorry.

But I want to give you
something to prove it.

Oh, J.P.

That's my chip from Alcoholics
Anonymous... my sobriety chip.

I went to a meeting this
morning, and they gave me that,

and I'm giving it to you.

That's my promise to you right
now that I will stay sober.

No, Asha, don't. No, this is not right.

You have to leave.

J.P., I'm sorry. I'm calling the police.

No! Don't!

I don't want the police.

I just want things to be better.

And now they will be.

See?

He's different.

Asha, A.A. doesn't give
you your one-year chip

the first day you walk in there.

They give it to you after you've
been sober for a whole year.

I don't know where he got
this, but it's fake, okay?

He didn't earn it,
and he's lying to you.

And he's only using this to
lure you back into that house,

and I won't let that happen.

Why don't you mind
your own damn business?

You need to leave.

Not without Asha.

Okay, well, I'm dialing.

And if you're still here when
they pick up, I'll report you

and they'll arrest you
and you'll go to jail.

But if you leave now, I'll hang up.

Asha.

Fine.

I'll show you.

I'm gonna stay sober.

I'll show you both.

Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.

It's okay.

It's over.

I know we meant to connect last night,
so, uh, I just wanted to apologize.

N-No, actually, I meant to call you,

so I-I'm the one who
should be saying sorry.

Well, I know it's not a competition,

but, uh, for the record,
uh, I'm up two now.

No, you're up one cancellation,
but we are even in apologies.

But I was thinking maybe, uh...

Maybe you would like to come
over to my house tonight.

Oh, um, yeah, yeah. Okay.

Uh, right now, I got to go.

No, actually, I have to go.

Tonight then.

Okay. All right. All right, bye.

So... Tom.

Where have you been?

And why haven't you been
answering your phone?

Jim wouldn't let me. He's paranoid.

He doesn't want us answering any
more questions about that poem.

You know you're looking
in the wrong place.

What? H-How do you know that?

It's right in the poem.

Read that.

"To the Absarokas past hill and hollow."

That. That's wrong.

That doesn't scan.

Every other line in the
poem has 10 syllables.

- That's got 11.
- I know.

That's just because Anson
Hamilton is a hack poet.

No. No, that's not it.

You're pronouncing
one of the words wrong.

This county... we call it Absaroka.

Northwest of here is
a whole mountain range

spelled the same, pronounced
differently... "Absorka."

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

Take a seat.

So, why are you here, Tom?

Uh... It's about Jim.

Right. Jim.

How long you two been friends?

We're not friends.

Business partners, more like it.

I answered an ad on Craigslist.
He was looking for a poetry expert.

And you're an expert in modern poets.

Wallace Stevens, primarily.

How do you know that?

Are you investigating me?

What was it you needed to tell me?

I'm not sure what it means,

but I woke up in the middle
of the night two nights ago,

and Jim wasn't in the tent.

- Where was he?
- I don't know. Gone.

And then I asked him
about it the next morning,

and he acted like I was crazy.

He said I was dreaming, but I wasn't.

You two have been traveling
together for a long time.

Did Jim ever, um, carry
anything odd with him?

Anything... large?

Oh, my God.

You think he dumped
that body in the tree?

You know if Jim had any
business partners before you?

Is that who was in the tree? Oh, man.

Tom. Take it easy.

- Where's Jim right now?
- I don't know.

Halfway to the Absorkas for all I know.

I like business trips.

Well, the business part
of it's a bit of a bust.

I talked to 10 different
white-water rafting companies,

and I couldn't find one, single person
who'd even heard of Tony Kaufman.

But...

It's all been worth it because...

- I found this.
- Shut up.

Okay. I love this.

You better.

That thing cost more than $12.

Somebody lives here?

According to Walt, Tony Kaufman does.

I thought you said he just had a
P.O. box and an unlisted number.

True, but Walt has his ways.

That's so cool.

So you guys have, like, access
to all kinds of secret databases?

- We're not spies.
- No, I know that.

But, like, you can search other
sheriff's departments' records?

Well, in theory.

But, you know, everybody's
on different systems.

This thing looks pretty flimsy.

You should probably stand back, Meg.

Such a badass.

I'm telling you, it feels like
nobody's lived here for... ever.

So there's no furniture at all?

Um, well,

there's a bed, side table, um...

- No, no, no, no. Don't touch that.
- Hey, hey, hey.

I can't take your call,
so leave a message.

Ferg, who's there with you?

Um...

O-Okay, Walt, uh, I just
want to make it clear

I didn't spend a dime of department
money on bringing Meg with me.

Nobody said you did.

- I probably should have told you.
- Probably.

So, uh, there's a bed, a side
table, and answering machine.

- Anything else?
- No.

Well, except for this
tiny, little Eiffel Tower

I found on the floor of the bathroom.

Hi.

Oh, I'm sorry. I-I
didn't mean to scare you.

The door was open.

No, no, I am... happy that it is you

and not someone else.

How are you?

I'm okay.

Um, do you remember a while back

when my dad and Mathias
were searching your apartment

for that woman who was
beaten by her husband?

How do you know about that?

Once upon a time, my dad and I
used to tell each other things.

Anyway, um, was she here?

Did... Did you help her?

- Did your father think I was lying?
- No.

I-I know she wasn't
here when they searched,

but... was she ever?

Why are you asking me about this?

The whole thing gave me an idea,

and I know it's a lot to ask,
but I am running out of options.

Enough with the preamble.

Would you mind keeping an
abused woman here for a few days?

The closest women's
shelter is two hours away,

and she wants to be safe,

but she doesn't want to
give up her whole life.

Henry, you know I wouldn't
ask if it wasn't important.

All right. I'm just trying
to make sense of this.

You're saying that the house
is in Tony Kaufman's name,

but it was purchased by Tizz's mom.

Nancy Crandall bought a house for
the son-in-law she apparently hated.

Maybe that's how she got
rid of him. She paid him off.

No, this does not look like the
house of somebody who'd been paid off.

Like I said, it was practically empty.

Was the bed a single or a double?

It was a king, actually.

What?

What about that little
Eiffel Tower you mentioned?

Right.

Here it is.

It's a charm... from a bracelet.

Holy sh*t. It's just like the
one Tizz's mom was wearing.

Do you think she was having
an affair with her son-in-law?

Tizz did say that she thought
her mom was jealous of her.

He was as bad of a philandering
gold-digger as everybody says he was.

So, what do you think happened?

He slept with Mrs. Crandall,

then he threatened to tell Tizz,

so she k*lled him to keep him quiet?

Or Tizz caught him in
the act and lost it.

I mean, she's been to that
cabin. She knows where it is.

And she's a climber, so she
could have gotten up that tree.

Still, to get a dead body up there,

either one of them
would have needed help.

Let's get a list of all the hotshots
that helped in the Black Knoll Fire.

Uh, see which of them went to the party

that Tizz and her mom threw for them.

Yeah.

Uh, Tizz and I talked before
about Tony's extramarital affairs,

but, uh, we didn't get into any names.

I'd really rather not
dredge all that up.

I think it may be important.

Now, I never told you about the
circumstances of Tony's death.

It wasn't obvious at first.

We thought maybe he d*ed accidentally
looking for that treasure.

But after I'd studied
that poem, I realized

that nobody from Absaroka would
really think the treasure was here.

And then, of course, there
were the autopsy results,

which told a different story...

Tony was stabbed.

- Oh, my God.
- In my experience,

that's often a sign
of a crime of passion.

You think one of his
flings m*rder*d him?

Well, I'd like to know about
who Tony was sleeping with.

More specifically,

I'd like to know if it
was you, Mrs. Crandall.

What?! You can't be serious!

No, mom hated Tony.

Then why did she buy him
that house in Colorado?

What?

We found this down
there... in Tony's bathroom.

So, Mrs. Crandall, were you
having an affair with him?

An affair?!

I couldn't stand him!

You really did hate Tony, didn't you?

So then if you weren't
sleeping with him,

I guess you were just
pretending to be him,

sending letters to Tizz,

posting on his old
friend's Facebook page,

collecting his mail, his
phone calls from time to time,

keeping a dead man alive
just to t*rture your daughter.

Tizz, I...

I was trying to protect her

from that deadbeat,
opportunistic husband.

We can't protect our
children from their mistakes.

We have to let them
face the consequences.

Mom... is this true?

- You have to understand...
- I don't.

I don't understand.

- You knew that he was dead?
- She k*lled him.

- No!
- She stabbed him.

And then she stuffed his
body in a hollow tree.

That's not true! I did not!

Then you just hired somebody to do it.

Tizz, you didn't know
what Tony was really like.

Yes, I did.

And I still loved him.

But he didn't love you. He
was going to divorce you.

Because of you!

- Because you were so horrible to him!
- No.

He was going to divorce
you for your money.

He had a lawyer.

He came here, and he
said right to my face

that he was going
after your inheritance.

I couldn't let him do
that to you, to... to us.

So, who was it, Mrs. Crandall?

Who did you hire?

I didn't tell you to
rest. Let's go. Come on.

Knees up. Knees up. Knees up.

Hey, Sheriff. Are you here
about that, uh, treasure hunter?

- What was his name, uh, Jim?
- Whoo.

He thought there was still a
treasure in that tree, and he went in.

Then his rope broke,
he got stuck in there,

he had to use his cell phone
to call us to go get him out.

That's not why I'm here.

She tell you?

Yup.

T-That isn't me anymore, Sheriff.

That's the last time I ever hurt anyone.

I know.

Hey. Good news.

I got you a place to stay,
at least for a night or two

until we figure something else
out a little more long-term.

Is it on the Res?

No. It's not far, though.

You know the Red Pony?

There's an apartment upstairs.

It's very private.

If you grab your things,
I'll take you over.

Hey.

Come on in.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Uh, perfect timing.

I was just pouring us a glass of wine.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

You don't drink wine, do you?

- Sure I do.
- You know, I should have bought some beer.

I'm so sorry. I just...

This is perfect.

Mm. Let me take, um...

Let me take your... your hat,

and, um, I'll put that ov... over here,

and then if you want to take
off your coat, I'll hang it up.

Ohh! Uh...

- Oh. No.
- I'm sorry. Um...

No, no, no, no, no. That's okay.

I have towels. It's right here.

- Let me do it.
- Ah, here. Just grab that.

And I'll grab some of these.
It's fine. I've got it.

I did a good job.

What's so funny?

No... I... Nothing. I just
thought that, you know,

we would be so much
more comfortable here,

and that's already so much worse.

Well, maybe if somebody busted in

and started sh**ting up the place,
that would break the tension.

Getting sh*t at the first
time you... you kiss a girl

is a pretty good excuse for, um,
being uncomfortable the second time.

But that's not really it.

Is it?

No.

Um, you're gonna think this is corny.

Try me.

My wife and I... We waited.

How long?

Well, till we were married.

I don't think that's corny.

Would you be all right if we
just watch a movie tonight?

Well, what made you think that I
invited you over here for anything else?

You were trying to get me drunk.

You think you're safe in there?!

sh*t.

- You think you're safe in there?!
- Go in the kitchen, and close the door.

- I thought we were...
- Please, Asha, just do it!

You think you can hide from me?!

Hey! Open the g*dd*mn door!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
Don't you run away from me.

Don't you run away
from me! Open the door!

- Call 9-1-1. Here.
- Ohh!

- What was that?
- The front door.

What are you doing with that g*n?

Where's the loading gate?
Where's the loading gate?

Asha, come out, come
out wherever you are.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Nobody's
picking up. What do we do?

Dial again.

J.P., if you leave now,
I won't call the police.

- Anything?
- No.

Call my dad. Call the sheriff.

- Call the sheriff's office.
- The phone's dead.

Well, I'm happy to leave.

You just send my wife out
here, then we'll leave together.

You know I can't do that, J.P.

I, please, just need you to go!

J.P.? Sweetie?

They're gonna take you to
jail. I never wanted that.

Oh, oh, they're gonna take me to jail?

That is a joke.

"From this day forward"... Do
you remember saying that, Asha?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?!

"From this day forward...

For better or for worse...

In sickness and in health...

To love and to cherish...

Till death do us part!"

Aah!

That was your vow, Asha!

Till death do us part!

- Now I guess you got to die.
- No!

Aah!

This is all your fault, bitch!