This is Walt.
Good morning, Walt.
Uh, this is your wake-up call.
I... I know you know, and you wouldn't forget
something this important or...
God forbid... be late, but, uh, I just wanted to remind ya...
Your trial starts today.
I... I hope you slept well.
I didn't. I'll see you at 8:50.
Are you scared?
Well, I want to say "no," but...
you did see me bury my money, so...
I wish there was something I could do.
So do I.
This is an auspicious sight.
It's the first time you've been on time.
I've been on time.
Well, agree to disagree.
Now, remember what I said.
When you're in court, you want to look like
nothing bothers you.
Tucker's gonna say a lot of upsetting things about you.
Don't let it get to you.
But don't look like you're trying not to let it get to you.
There's a difference. People can tell.
The best thing really is for nothing to get to you.
Just breathe...
Namaste.
Okay. See, you cannot do that.
What?
What... You look like you want to kill him.
I don't want to kill him.
Well, tell it to your face.
Now let's go.
Ladies and gentlemen,
righting wrongs is why I do this job.
But I can't do it alone.
I need your help.
Now, in the coming days, folks are gonna tell you
that Walt Longmire is a legend.
I say never meet your legends.
They disappoint you.
Except for Buck Owens, of course.
Now, a lot of you told me during voir dire...
What's the score?
...that you know Walt Longmire.
So, you know that he is a man of few words.
But beware... Like my mama always used to say to me,
"Never trust a man who doesn't talk much."
What is he hiding?
Beneath Walt Longmire's stoic facade
lies a lawless man protecting
and serving his own self-interests.
And anybody who confronts this sheriff ends up dead...
like my client Barlow Connally.
So, ladies and gentlemen, please,
do not allow this sheriff to continue to abuse his power
and ruin the lives of ordinary citizens.
Because believe me, I have the evidence.
I have a preponderance of evidence
that proves Walt Longmire's wrongdoing,
and I'm gonna walk you through every single detail.
But...
I'm not gonna make you suffer through it twice.
No.
I'm gonna yield the floor now.
I'm gonna yield the floor so Walt Longmire's elite,
East Coast lawyer can show us what he has cooked up
in defense of this indefensible man.
Is there a problem?
No, I just want to make sure we've covered everything.
If you're satisfied with your statement,
just need you to sign it.
One more thing that I was... I was wondering.
What's that?
If you could tell the media I was the one that shot Chance Gilbert...
Wait, I'm... I'm not looking for the credit or anything,
it's just that...
Walt is in the middle of a trial,
and right now they're implying that he shot Chance,
and he doesn't need that rumor used against him
when they're already painting him as a trigger-happy outlaw.
Well, you're gonna have to talk to Sheriff Longmire about that.
Why?
He explicitly said that you were not to be named
as the shooter in the press.
He seemed more concerned with your safety than his own.
Oh, I almost forgot.
I gave the sheriff his sidearm back.
I assume you want yours, too?
Yeah.
One Glock 19 in working order.
Get some rest, Deputy.
I've been in your shoes.
I don't think that you have.
As the sheriff of Cumberland County,
I imagine over the years you crossed paths with your counterpart here.
I have.
So why don't you tell us about your most recent
run-in with Sheriff Longmire.
A few months ago, Walker Browning,
who's a respected citizen in my county,
called to tell me that his buddy Trot Simic
had been shot dead by Sheriff Longmire
on the Crow Reservation.
Now, does Sheriff Longmire have Crow DNA in him?
I mean, why else would he be way over in the Crow rez?
I expect to avoid prosecution.
You see, a body on the rez goes to the Tribal Police,
and they're too undermanned to do anything about it.
That's clever.
So, what happened when Mr. Browning accused
Walt Longmire of murder?
Well, Walt shot him,
and then he handcuffed him to the hospital bed.
What?
You-you're telling me Sheriff Longmire shoots Mr. Browning's friend,
and then he shoots and arrests Mr. Browning?
He didn't arrest anybody.
He just handcuffed him to the bed.
So I drove over to Absaroka County
and released an innocent man.
I'm glad it ended well.
- That wasn't the end of it. - It wasn't?
- You're doing that thing. - I know.
No, sir.
Sheriff Longmire then unlawfully pursued
Walker Browning into my county... no evidence,
no warrant, no nothing.
I put out a restraining order on him,
- but do you think that stopped him? - It didn't?
It did not.
If I hadn't physically intervened,
I'm not sure what would have happened.
I mean, just last week I hear he gunned down
Chance Gilbert in cold blood.
Objection! Hearsay!
Your Honor, this testimony
goes to the character of Walt Longmire
and to a pattern of behavior we are trying to establish.
The devil's finest trick is to convince you he don't exist.
I will allow it.
Tucker Baggett cannot destroy my career
and my life with these lies.
Well, the good news is I cross-examine Wilkins in the morning.
I'll correct some of those gross mischaracterizations.
I mean, they are gross mischaracterizations, right?
I mean, you didn't kill that Trot Simic guy in the rez, did you?
- No, I did not. - Great.
There any other witnesses to that shooting?
Just the guy who says I did it.
And a hawk.
Maybe.
All right, Matlock. You got to put me on the stand.
Lucian, we've been over this. It's not a good idea.
Why not?
No one can testify to Walt Longmire's integrity
- more than me. - What do we got to lose?
Oh, there's always more to lose.
But take a seat.
Let me ask you a few questions that might come up.
Hit me.
So, how long ago did you retire?
Well, I still do some work around there
just, uh, here and there unofficially.
Okay, but how long has it been since you worked officially?
- 10 years, give or take. - Give or take what?
Five years.
So this is a 15-year-old reference.
Whose side are you on?
All right. Let's try a different line of questioning.
Your deceased brother, Barlow... Did he leave you any money?
- I don't care about the money. - No further questions.
- I told you this isn't gonna work. - Well, why not?
I know that Walt Longmire was born into integrity,
and my brother was born a jackass.
He was ruthless and greedy.
I know the truth about everybody in this county.
Yeah, but the truth doesn't matter.
It's about perception. The perception will be that
you don't really know Walt anymore.
You're just defending Walt and impugning your brother out of spite.
Well, here's my perception, Mr. Lawyer Man...
If I was on that damn jury, I'd hang him.
He'd be guilty.
So somebody got to do something.
Lucian's right.
Somebody's got to do something.
- Hey, Punk. - Dad.
Hi. Come in.
I... I'm just nuking dinner.
Are you okay?
Yeah. I, uh... I stopped by your office,
but you weren't there, so I, um...
I've been kind of avoiding the office lately.
Uh, sit down.
No. Is that why you were in court today?
I was in court to support you.
Well, I appreciate that, but, uh,
I'm not sure that that's doing anybody any good
at all right now, so...
Listen, I know you and I have had our differences lately,
but, uh, none of that changes the fact
that I still trust you most of all.
So...
Dad.
Dad, this is a quitclaim deed.
What is this for?
I'm transferring everything I own to you.
Why?
I can't let Tucker Baggett take my home and my land
when I lose this case.
Property cannot be in my name.
Dad, it was one bad day.
- Dave Milgrom's a great... - I didn't want to think
that it'd come to this point, either.
But it has, okay?
Dad, wait.
Please, Cady...
Don't come to the trial anymore.
I don't want you to see me like this.
You should go to work, help the people you can help.
I can't have these.
Now start pouring.
Start pouring, please.
Nope. Whiskey, please.
It's a beautiful day at the Red Pony, a continual soiree.
This is Henry.
Hey. Henry's taking too long.
Keep 'em coming.
Mm.
Vic?
- Vic? - No, it's Mathias.
You need to get out here to the Res.
I can't. Uh...
Call Ruby, have her send the Ferg.
I... I have to be in court.
I don't want the Ferg, and I don't want to talk about this on the phone.
It's got to be you, and it's got to be now.
What is it?
Follow me.
You need a Kleenex or something?
Yeah, I didn't think this one would wreck you.
Hope you got an alibi.
I didn't do this.
Okay. Where were you last night?
I was at the Red Pony...
drinking whiskey.
Too much, from what I can smell.
There's no blood on the ground...
just on his shirt.
I don't think Tucker was shot here.
This is not your crime scene, Sheriff.
Now, you better get moving.
You're gonna be late for court.
Though, I think somebody's gonna be later than you.
This just doesn't make sense.
Why didn't the judge call a mistrial?
If a lawyer dies, it should be an automatic mistrial.
I got to admit,
I've never had anything happen like this before.
I mean, an attorney murdered during the trial.
That's mob stuff.
Can I use your phone?
Do you think it is?
Mob stuff?
Vic, uh, why aren't you picking up?
Um, I'm, uh...
I need you to call me back.
You realize she can't call you back.
You don't own a cellphone. She'll be calling me back.
Longmire. We need to talk.
No, just Walt.
What is this, a scene from Goodfellas?
Murdering the lawyer who's suing you.
That is some third-world-level corruption.
I didn't kill Tucker Baggett.
Bullshit. And before you get any ideas about rubbing me out, too,
you should know my driver's armed.
Sawyer, I didn't do this.
There's absolutely no evidence.
Since when has that stopped you?
Here. I typed up your resignation letter.
It's short,
but, then, you are a man of few words.
Sign it.
- Now. - Stop the car.
Walt, this'll be easier for everybody if you step down voluntarily.
Walt!
Hey, Walt. How was court?
Mathias. What are you doing here?
Questioning your deputies...
or rather, deputy... about the high-profile murder on my rez.
I told him I didn't know anything about anything.
Where's Philly? She wasn't upstairs.
Vic? I don't know.
That's interesting.
You got her address?
She moved.
W-Where'd she'd move to, Walt?
You realize you have no authority
to investigate off the rez?
You realize that not cooperating makes you
look like you have a reason not to cooperate?
I never really cared what I look like, so...
Okay.
I'm just trying to give you every chance
to show you got nothing to hide, Walt.
Well, I appreciate that.
I hope you appreciate I don't want you
questioning my deputies when I'm not here.
You got your keys, Ferg?
- Uh, yeah. - Good. Let's go.
Okay, Joe-Mega.
If Vic does turn up, please call me immediately.
Yep.
Well, she's not at the trailer park.
- Sure she didn't call in or anything? - Yeah, no.
Look, Walt, I want you to know I didn't tell Mathias much.
I just arrived.
He didn't have time to ask me many questions.
He just wanted to know the last time I saw you.
I told him it wasn't since your trial started.
This is it.
So, are you really a suspect in Tucker Baggett's murder?
Yep.
Can I have those gloves?
Do you really think Tucker Baggett was killed
in his own home?
I don't know. But he wasn't killed on the rez.
You sure this is a good idea?
I mean, this is Mathias' investigation,
and you are his suspect.
Yep.
And I'm still the sheriff.
No sign of forced entry.
Alarm's not going off.
Ferg.
Right here.
The bullet that hit Tucker Baggett
was a through-and-through.
There's no exit hole here,
so the slug's probably lodged in this chair.
Tucker had a black rolling bag, a leather shoulder bag.
See if you can find them.
Look for a computer,
calendar, cellphone, anything.
I'm not seeing any bags or briefcases.
But...
here's Tucker's revolver.
Seems like Tucker didn't get to use it.
Huh.
No slug.
Whoever moved the body was smart enough to take it.
Ferg, take pictures.
Of what?
Everything.
No, no. Use your cellphone.
Just what the hell are you two doing here?
Investigating a crime.
The one you're a prime suspect in?
- Just doing my job in my county. - Not anymore, you're not.
The mayor asked me to take over, do this job for you.
You're officially off the case and under investigation.
Now, I don't have to tell you folks how bad this looks,
finding you here,
cleaning up a crime scene, tampering with evidence.
Not tampering... just looking around.
You see anything you like?
Check it out.
All right, you know the drill.
Get out here, hands against the wall. Come on.
Well, you look about as bad as I expected.
- Need a little help? - No, thanks.
There's some breaking news might make you feel
a little bit better...
I was over to Connally Enterprises today.
It seems, with Tucker's passing, they need to name a new executor
for Barlow's estate.
And guess who they chose.
Little old me.
Does that mean you're rich?
Only in headaches and paperwork.
It does mean this, though, Walt...
As executor, I can choose not to pursue a wrongful death suit against you.
- I can drop that case. - No, Lucian. You can't.
Why the hell not?
'Cause they'll say that you and I colluded.
I killed Tucker, you, uh, get to become executor,
- then you drop the case. - Oh, come on, Walt.
Who in the hell's really gonna believe you killed Tucker?
Well, the mayor, for one.
He's already taken me off the case,
replaced me with Jim Wilkins.
- That liar? - Yep.
Well, you have to find other suspects, Walt. I mean, come on.
Tucker was a lawyer, for God's sake.
He got to have a line of enemies from here to Hell's Half Acre.
Check his office files for past lawsuits...
I can't! Lucian, legally, I'm powerless.
I know that feeling.
Where you going?
I just want to be alone.
Where you been, Vic?
Sorry. Have you been trying to call me?
About 100 times... I killed Ferg's battery.
Oh. I must have, um, misplaced my phone.
You know, maybe I left it in your cabin.
Vic, where have you been?
- Out. - I gathered.
When'd you leave?
Yesterday.
You're gonna need to be a little more specific.
Um, okay.
It was, um...
after I spoke with Marshal Hammond in the morning.
I went for a drive.
This is starting to feel like an interrogation.
- What's going on? - Tucker Baggett was murdered.
Someone shot him.
And they think that you did it.
Oh, God.
And you don't have an alibi because I wasn't here.
Actually, Vic,
it's you that doesn't have an alibi.
What are you saying?
I want to take a look at your gun.
I assume the Marshal's returned it to you.
Yeah.
Sure.
Was he shot with a 9-millimeter?
Don't know.
Whoever did this knew enough
to take the slug from the crime scene.
They also knew to move the body to the rez...
things a cop would know to do.
Meaning the two most obvious suspects in this murder are you
and me.
Keepin' banker's hours, I guess.
Ferg.
What's he doing here?
Said he has a surprise.
Ah, you don't have to get feisty with me, Walt,
because right here, I got suspects galore
in Tucker Baggett's day planner.
Really?
I didn't see that at his house. How'd I miss that?
'Cause you were searching in the wrong place, Ferguson.
I found this one here at the other office...
the one at Connally Enterprises,
where he was working as a CEO.
- How'd you know to go there? - 'Cause it's the same damn office
where I was made executor of that estate yesterday.
I just went back.
They just let you waltz right in?
Ferguson, nobody notices old people.
Once you're past the 18-to-49 demographic,
nobody gives two eggs out of the same hen about you.
There are a couple things scrawled on Tucker's last day.
Here's a Post-It Note with the name
Allen O'Brien written on it.
"Allen" with an "E."
I'll try and track him down.
Over there, you find something else?
Uh-huh.
Well, do tell.
Well... Tucker whited someone out.
Lucian.
Ain't got my glasses on...
Oh, goodness.
Alex Graham.
Now, what are the odds of seeing that name
on the same day that Tucker's shot?
I don't know. But I can ask.
Uh, Alex?
It's Walt Longmire.
Yes, it has been a long time.
Uh, are you in town?
Imagine if Barlow had seen us meeting
in a hotel room like this.
He'd have shot us both.
Hi, Alex.
You want to grab a coffee in the...
Oh, I have coffee. Come on in.
I was so sorry
to hear about Martha.
Did you get my note?
- I did. - Oh.
Well, I meant every word of it.
Oh, why don't you take off your coat?
No, thanks.
What were you planning to meet Tucker Baggett about?
You know, sometimes people like to just talk for a while
before they go leaping into the thing that they...
really want to talk about.
Thanks. Well...
I guess I've never been too good at that.
No... slow as molasses, but always in a hurry.
I just want to get my due.
What do you consider your due?
Well, I was married to that son-of-a-bitch Barlow
for a long time,
and I deserve something for those years.
- Didn't he pay you alimony? - Not enough.
And I wasn't named in the will.
I think I deserve more... like that house.
I found it, I designed it, I furnished it.
Now I just want to sell it and get my half.
What did Tucker say to that?
Well, he turned me down... on the phone.
But, you know, I don't like to hear "No,"
so I decided to come out here and make a personal appeal.
I can be, uh...
more persuasive in person.
Were you able to persuade Tucker?
I never got the chance.
He canceled on me.
Apparently, he had to go to court.
Something about a sheriff...
who shot my ex-husband.
You know that Tucker's dead now, too?
I heard.
Poor thing.
Why are you still here, Alex?
I just wanted to spend a little time here.
You know, there are things about
this little town that...
I used to like.
Also occurred to me that the new executor
will be named who's gonna oversee Barlow's estate.
So I was hoping that he might be
a little more sympathetic to my request.
Thanks for the coffee.
Are you sure you don't want to stay?
Sorry, I'm, uh...
I'm in enough trouble with your ex-husband.
Vic? What are you doing?
Aren't you supposed to be home resting?
Don't start with me.
I had to come in.
I got to prove that Walt didn't kill that asshole lawyer.
Why is Wilkins on this case?
I guess the mayor saw it as a conflict of interest
for Walt to investigate Tucker's murder.
Yep. I'm here.
Did you find any prints at the crime scene?
We didn't have time to look.
Go ahead.
Okay, perfect.
Thank you so much.
Okay, look... I found an Allen O'Brien
who's a possible suspect in this case.
I'm gonna go talk to him.
You're okay here?
Yeah, sure.
Walt, where are you?
I'm heading back to the station.
Vic, why are you on the radio?
You didn't go into work, did you?
I did, and you can yell at me about that later,
but right now you can't come here.
Wilkins is parked out front. I think he's looking to ambush you.
Walt? Hello?
I'm here.
Listen, as long as you're there, I need a background check
on an Alex Graham from Park City, Utah.
Alex Graham? Who's he?
She. Barlow's ex-wife.
She was supposed to meet with Tucker on the day he died.
According to her, they never met.
Uh, but she showed up here out of the blue, and now he's dead.
You think maybe she's our guy?
She had an ax to grind.
She was cut out of Barlow's will.
Check when she arrived
and see when she's scheduled to fly out.
Then check her phone records
and her financial situation.
Okay, but you cannot come here.
I won't... not till I have an alibi.
Alex Graham.
I did not see you during that time.
- But you had the keys to my Bronco. - I did.
So you know I couldn't have gone anywhere.
Unless you borrowed a car or took a taxi.
I am only projecting what Sheriff Wilkins would say.
Do you think I killed Tucker Baggett?
Do you?
Walt, do you remember that night?
Most of it.
Some of it.
In parts.
Did you check your gun?
I don't need to check my gun, Henry.
You saw me right out there.
I saw you sit down, but later, I went out.
How? Your truck was totaled.
Yes, but as you pointed out, I had your keys.
You took my Bronco?
A few nights ago, a Silver Suburban
driven by a man dressed like Hector
ran Nighthorse and I off the road.
Then the other night, I heard of another Hector incident on the rez.
I had to see if I could find out who is doing this.
Why are you just telling me about this now?
You have had a lot on your mind lately.
Henry, is there really another Hector,
or are you trying to make me think there is?
Is it still just you?
Did you put on a mask and go kill Tucker for me?
I did shoot somebody for you once...
but not this time.
When did you shoot somebody for me?
When you were on the Crow rez with Gab...
and Walker Browning.
You shot Trot Simic?
It seemed the only choice.
I guess I should thank you.
And I should apologize...
because I cannot supply you an alibi.
I will only make you look more guilty.
You've been here over an hour.
- What do you want? - I want to talk to your boss.
He didn't kill Tucker Baggett.
And how do you know that?
Because I was with him.
You spent the night with him?
No.
My RV is parked at his cabin.
So you're living with him?
What I am saying...
is that he was home all night at his cabin,
so he couldn't have killed Tucker.
Okay. I'll make a note of that.
What?
Something else you want to tell me?
Yeah.
You're loitering.
Busy!
It's me... Walt.
Get on in here.
Behold... my millions and millions
and millions of sheets of paper.
Are you still looking for the Anson Hamilton treasure?
That all has been put on the proverbial back burner.
But you did not come here to talk about treasure.
I can deduce that, 'cause I've been sheriff myself.
So what's on your mind?
I checked my gun,
and I can't tell if I fired it two nights ago at Tucker.
There's three rounds missing,
but I can't recall the entire evening...
too much whiskey.
Let me see your gun.
Give it to me.
The last time I'm sure I fired it was at Chance Gilbert.
I can't remember how many times.
You did not do this, Walt.
How do you know?
I know your character, just like I told your lawyer.
Well, desperate men do desperate things, Lucian.
And the thought of Tucker getting his due
has crossed my mind.
Forget your mind, Walt. I know your soul.
You got to start looking for other suspects, Walt.
What about that Allen...
Allen O'Brien.
Allen O'Brien... What about him?
We haven't found him.
What about Barlow's ex-wife? What about her?
I don't know yet.
She's a... She's a hard one to figure out, so...
Huh.
You know that she did not come to visit Branch not once?
I know she's the stepmother and all that,
but I just find that shameful, and I don't think that's right.
Do you? That ain't right.
With Wilkins in charge of this,
I can't even look for evidence against her.
Forget the evidence, Walt.
You got to start with motive.
It's like I taught you all them years back...
Only two reasons to kill somebody...
love, money.
Well, if she did this, she did it for the money.
She told me she wants half the profit from the sale
of Barlow's home.
So you'll know before I do if that's all she's after.
- Why's that? - She told me she wants to meet with
the new executor of the estate.
Well, appreciate the heads-up.
I'll be sure to go to that meeting armed.
Here's your piece, Walt.
It ain't missing three rounds no more.
Hear me...
You did not do this.
Thanks for letting me know the coast was clear.
What made Wilkins leave?
He's lazy.
I think he just gave up.
Oh, and I looked into, uh, Barlow's ex-wife.
She flew in when she said, but on a one-way ticket.
Don't you find it strange that she'd hang around
if she'd just murdered someone?
Well...
strange is the new normal around here, so...
Who's that?
One of the Allen O'Briens.
Ferg brought in a bunch.
Ferg.
One second.
You learn anything?
Yeah... a lot of Irish settled in Wyoming.
- This is the 13th of 20 Allen O'Briens. - Hello?
Problem is, none of these Allen O'Briens
have any connection to Tucker or even heard of him.
- OKay, Ferg. Let me know as soon as you... - Okay.
Thanks. That was ADT. There's been a break-in.
Where?
Barlow Connally's.
The new normal, right?
Vic, you're not coming.
Take over the Mr. O'Briens here.
- Ferg, with me. - Yep.
Alex, put down the gun.
Put it down.
Ferg, tell ADT to shut off the alarm.
I know this woman.
I remembered where Barlow kept the key.
I just couldn't remember the alarm code.
Okay.
Alex, why are you here?
It's amazing, isn't it?
Barlow kept 35 guns in this house,
and not a single picture of Branch.
You know, Barlow wouldn't allow me to see Branch after the divorce.
I don't know what he told him. Probably that I cheated...
...and ran off.
I never cheated.
Alex, what are you doing here?
I am collecting my belongings.
Excuse me.
You know, Walt, I could really use a hand with these boxes.
Fine. Deputy, you look strong.
Perhaps you can help me. My U-Haul's around the side.
Okay. Great. Just stand there.
And if the new executor has a problem with this,
I'll be in Park City.
Alex, stop.
What were you doing with that gun?
Barlow's gun collection would be a good place
to hide a murder weapon.
Were you returning it after shooting Tucker?
I never killed anybody, all right?
And this stuff is mine.
Barlow took everything from me,
including my stepson.
Did you know that I sent Christmas gifts to Branch
every year and that every year,
they were returned to me unopened
until finally I just gave up,
because Barlow and Tucker had told the court that I was unfit,
that all I ever cared about was myself.
All of it was lies,
and you know what happens.
I understand... believe me, I do.
But I'm gonna need Ferg to bag that gun
and for you to come with me.
Walt, I am so sorry.
I wouldn't let Moretti call and warn you I was here this time, Walt.
Damn near had Mathias throw her in the cell for obstruction,
but it's not my county.
That's right.
And it's not your station,
so get out.
Actually, per the mayor of Durant,
I'm 100% authorized to be here.
I'm investigating the murder of Tucker Baggett.
I got some questions for you.
Starting with, "Who is this beautiful woman,
and why is she in custody?"
She's a suspect in a murder.
- Tucker Baggett's murder? - He says.
Well, it's not his investigation.
I'm sorry he bothered you, ma'am. You're free to go.
Why, thank you, Sheriff.
You're coming with me, Walt.
No, I'm not.
- You have no grounds. - Yes, I do.
I have a Cheyenne eyewitness who saw that Bronco
on the Res the night Tucker was shot.
Now, you can explain all of that to me and the mayor.
He's waiting on us.
Let's go.
You know what, Moretti?
You might as well come along, too.
Excuse me.
You better go, Philly.
So, I'm not so sure I'm buying
that alibi you handed me this afternoon, Moretti.
Deputy.
Deputy, I selected Sheriff Wilkins
as an unbiased investigator,
and I'm here representing all the county commissioners,
and we just want to know the truth about this whole mess.
So please answer the question.
Why are you lying for Walt Longmire?
Deputy, you really want to be covering for a murderer?
I didn't do this.
You had the strongest motive, Walt.
- I'm gonna have to ask you for your gun. - What good's that gonna do?
You don't even have a slug to compare it to.
And how do you know that?
'Cause you dug the slug out of the back of that chair?
Jim caught you tampering with the crime scene.
He frisked me on-site. Didn't find anything on me.
You had time to dig the slug out of the chair
after you murdered Tucker
and before you took the body to the rez.
Unless that was somebody else driving your Bronco
around the rez in the middle of the night.
The bartender at the Red Pony tells me
you were wearing a fancy suit the night Tucker was murdered.
Where is that suit, Walt?
I bet it's got Tucker's blood on it.
- I want to see that suit. - And I want to see your gun and badge...
now.
I'm sorry. Do I have the right room?
I'm looking for people being interviewed
illegally without the benefit of counsel.
Oh, here they are.
Sheriff, Deputy Moretti.
Now, please.
Don't you think this is over, Walt.
I will not sit back and let a murderer police my county.
I would've thought you, of all people, would know
not to talk to the cops without a lawyer present.
Cady, how did you know to come here?
Mathias called me.
So, are you representing me now?
I was going to get you a good criminal-defense attorney.
I thought I had more time.
But I guess I don't.
Vic.
You weren't here the night of, uh, Tucker Baggett's murder,
so you have no idea if I was here or not.
Why'd you lie?
'Cause you can't go down for this.
You didn't do it.
Do you know I didn't do this...
because you did?
When I gave your gun to the marshals, it was empty.
When I checked it last night, there was a new clip in it.
But there was one bullet missing.
You said you wished there was something
you could do to help me.
Now I find a bullet missing from your gun.
So...
So, what did you do?
I just...
went for a drive.
Where?
I don't know.
What do you know?
I just drove and drove
and... and lost track of time.
So, I got, uh, tired
and pulled into a campground.
This family, they pulled in,
and they piled out of their car.
And at first, they were all walking really calmly.
And then, uh...
And then this little girl, she was like 6 years old,
she just started speed-walking.
And then they all just broke out into a, uh, race for the bathroom.
That family, that little girl, they were so happy.
They were... They were having so much fun.
I just watched them.
Them and... and her, and I just, uh...
I was thinking.
And I don't... I don't know how long for.
Eventually, I, uh...
I needed some air,
so I...
I got out of the RV.
It's the first moment of peace that I have had.
I finally...
saw a way out.
Um, but I couldn't go through with it.
That's why a bullet was missing from my gun.
Because I ejected it.
I couldn't do that to you.
I... I couldn't be the...
thing that brought you more pain.
So what do I do? I lie, and I just make the situation worse.
No.
No, the only way my situation could be any worse
is if you weren't here right now.
I swear to God.
Now, you can never, ever do anything like that again.
You promise me.
I promise.
Hey, Sheriff. You wanted to see me?
Yes, Mathias.
Uh, I did.
I just wanted to thank you for giving Cady
a heads-up about that thing with Wilkins yesterday.
Yeah, well, I don't like the way he's been
reverse-engineering the evidence to fit the crime.
So you believe me?
When I called you out to the Res, you were shocked.
You weren't acting.
So yeah. I believe you're innocent.
But Sheriff Wilkins doesn't.
He thinks a cop committed this crime.
You gotta admit, Walt,
between taking the slug and moving the body,
someone knew what they were doing.
Unfortunately, I don't have any other viable leads.
What about Alex Graham or Allen O'Brien?
Either of those names come up in Tucker's records?
What records? We haven't found any records.
The home was cleaned out.
What about his other office, the one at Connally Enterprises?
He didn't have an office there.
Tucker only worked from home.
- Really? - Yeah.
So I don't know about this Alex Graham or Allen O'Brien.
All I know is you and your friends are the only people
with an apparent motive to kill Tucker.
So, good luck with that.
One box of...
Hey.
They told me at the retirement home
that you were here, so...
Yeah. I'm glad to see you.
I could use your help with this here inventory.
Barlow was like a high-end hoarder.
I mean, he was either a shoddy bookkeeper
or some stuff is missing. I don't know.
Well, we did catch Alex Graham stealing
some of Barlow's stuff yesterday. She said it was hers.
She couldn't get what she wanted legitimately,
so she stole it?
Or she killed for it?
I don't think it was Alex.
I think it was Allen O'Brien.
Who's that?
He was on a Post-It Note in Tucker's day planner.
You remember, there was an Allen O'Brien
supposed to meet with Tucker on the day he died?
Oh, yeah, him. Did you find him?
We found 20 of them.
Then it dawned on me.
I know which Allen O'Brien it is.
Which one is it?
Well, it's Sean O'Brien's brother.
Help me out here.
He's a cattle driver.
First shows up on page 121 of Lonesome Dove.
"'Since you've not bothered to murder us,
I'll introduce myself,' he said.
'I'm Allen O'Brien and this is young Sean.'"
Well, that's a hell of a coincidence, Walt.
Yeah.
You know, you were the one who gave me Lonesome Dove.
You said it was one of your favorite books.
Hell, I ain't read it in years.
Is that really true?
Is it really true that you found that day planner
at Tucker's office at Connally Enterprises?
Yes. And you are still welcome, by the way.
Except Tucker never worked out of Connally Enterprises.
Has no office there.
So you didn't find it there.
I think you took that day planner from Tucker's home office.
After you killed him.
The crime does seem like it was committed by a cop...
former cop.
Only a professional would know to remove the slug
and to dump the body on the rez.
Did you use Allen O'Brien as a pretext to see Tucker?
How many books have you read in your lifetime, Walt?
Can you remember them all?
Allen O'Brien is the 20th most important person
in Lonesome Dove.
That's a novel of 800-plus pages.
Well, it was a good book.
Yeah, it is.
This is a good book.
I just wanted to do one last good thing in my life, Walt.
One thing of dignity.
I mean, God knows I've punished enough men,
put 'em in jail, shot 'em.
I wanted to help someone.
Someone good.
I wanted to help you, Walt.
So yeah.
I called up Tucker Baggett.
I was posing as one of Barlow's old friends named Allen O'Brien.
Told Tucker I needed his help,
was going through a nasty divorce.
You're not Allen O'Brien.
And you're certainly no friend of Barlow's.
Hello, Tucker.
I apologize for the subterfuge,
but I know you wouldn't have seem me otherwise.
You went there to kill him?
No, sir.
I went there to talk to him, man to lawyer.
I really thought I could convince him.
I'm asking you to drop this lawsuit against him.
And why would I do a thing like that?
Because you can.
Because Walt's a good man.
I mean, look at your house.
You don't need no more money.
And the world needs more men like Walt.
Listen to me, Tucker.
Great Hunkpapa Lakota Chief Sitting Bull always said,
"There's two dogs inside of me.
One of them's mean and evil, and the other's good.
And they're fighting each other every day."
When somebody asked Sitting Bull, "Which dog is winning?"
he said, "The one I feed the most."
My brother Barlow fed that mean and evil dog every day, Tucker.
And I know you got that good dog in you.
I know you're feeding that good dog.
Don't let the door hit you in the ass.
It behooves me to ask you,
why are you doing this?
Why?
Well, because I can.
Let the record show I tried.
I never dreamed they'd try to pin this on you, Walt.
I'm sorry for it.
Then again, I didn't consider that
there'd be a man of literature on the case.
I tried to cover my tracks. I guess I missed a few.
I still think I did a good thing.
Since when is killing a man a good thing, Lucian?
When it saves you, Walt.
He had you down.
He was bulldogging you.
You said yourself somebody had to do something.
You said that.
And you agreed.
Do I need to cuff you, Lucian?
You ain't gonna handcuff me, Walt,
'cause I ain't going to jail.
Sure as hell ain't gonna die there.
Alzheimer's, reverse mortgage.
Hell...
getting old is crappy enough.
Lucian.
Lucian!
Lucian, wait up.
No, and I know you ain't gonna shoot me in the back, neither.
- I said stop! - Fine.
We'll just stand here and shoot it out like men here and now.
I'm not gonna shoot you, Lucian.
I'm gonna shoot you, then.
- No. - I'm gonna pull on you, Walt.
- You're not gonna pull on me. - Yes, I am.
And you know I am, right now.
- Uno, dos... - Damn it!
...tres.
Aah!
Shit!
God.
Oh, shit.
Damn it.
- Are you happy? - I'm...
I'm getting there.
Now you gotta...
You gotta finish it, Walt.
Figure I've stayed too long in this damn rodeo.
Too long on the job,
too long in the life.
Allen O'Brien said it,
"This goddamn country
has burned up my tears."
So give me some dignity, Walt, and finish me.
Finish it!
Oh...
Shit, I knew it.
Ooh!
Ooh-hoo!
Yeah-hoo! Yeah-hoo!
Lucian!
- Yeah-hoo! - Hey!
No!
Lucian!
Lucian, Lucian.
Lucian!
Oh, Lucian.
Oh.
Oh, Walt.
Man...
I couldn't...
I couldn't let them take you down.
Why are you smiling?
I didn't think nobody'd ever come to my funeral.
I wouldn't miss it, you bastard.
I wouldn't miss it.
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