Previously on "Dark Winds"...
I'm okay, Emma.
You've been out of sorts lately.
Where were you the night that B.J. Vines disappeared?
I want you gone from this house.
Joe: Men like him are never afraid of men like me.
In Diné, we were taught that the monsters walk the earth.
[Man yelling]
And we all have a line that runs down the middle of our hearts.
And that line separates monsters from men.
I have crossed that line.
- [speaking Diné]
[dramatic music]
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[tense music]
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- Shh.
Shush, shush.
My truck's a quarter mile down the canyon.
- OK. - Come on.
[moody guitar music]
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- [gasps]
[tense music]
[panting]
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- Throw it back.
- George?
Where are we?
- Throw us the ball.
- You coming?
♪ ♪
- ♪ I went to my brother ♪
♪ To ask for a loan ♪
♪ I was busted
- How many times have I told you boys not to play out there?
Go wash up for dinner.
Joey, You hear me?
- Yes, sir.
- Hurry up then.
Your cousin's almost done.
- I know why you're here.
- Staying for dinner?
Your mother's making your favorite.
- I don't understand.
- You will.
But first, you got to eat.
- OK.
- That's my boy.
Wash up.
- What are you doing in here?
- Waiting.
- Waiting for what?
- For you to figure it out.
- Why I'm here?
- Joe, hurry up.
I told you to wash your hands.
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Because it's what we do.
That's it.
- I don't want to.
- I don't always either.
That's what growing up means.
Doing things you don't want to do.
- What don't we want to do?
- This one thinks he's too good for church.
- I just don't like it.
- Too much whining.
I don't hear your cousin complaining.
- What's going on?
- I'm trying to get through my dinner in peace.
- No. Why am I here?
He says he knows.
Why can't he just tell me?
- [speaking Diné]
[pounding]
- Don't you hear that?
[pounding]
- Wake up. He's coming.
- Joey? - We gotta get up.
Wake up. Wake up.
He's coming.
Wake up. He's coming.
He's coming. Wake up.
Wake up. Wake up.
You got to wake up.
Wake up.
Hey, wake up. Come on.
He's coming.
- George?
George?
- Shh.
[both speaking Diné]
[organ music playing]
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- Lieutenant, I didn't think you'd make it.
- You're dead.
- Am I?
- You were in the desert.
I saw you.
I followed the blood.
- You see me here every week, Lieutenant.
Your father makes sure of that.
Now why don't you take your seat
so we can begin the service?
- I can't.
I have to get back to help George.
- That's not how it works.
If you want to get out of here,
you have to solve my murder.
[drum beating]
- Wake up.
You got to wake up.
He's coming.
- Gun.
You know how?
- I've shot rifles before, hunting.
- Take it.
[dramatic music]
Run to the truck.
If he comes, shoot him.
- What about you?
- Go, go.
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Emma.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
There was a key in my desk.
Emma, I got to get out of here.
- You said you would build a fence.
- What?
- I asked you to build a fence.
You didn't.
- Because I haven't had time. I was going to--
- Emma, I'm working a case.
Just go get the key.
- The cases are never done, Joe.
And the rabbits are eating my vegetables.
Look at them.
- I'll build you a fence, all right?
I'll build you a hundred fences.
Just unlock my cuffs.
I have to solve a murder to get out of here and help George.
Do you understand that?
- Our house is a mess.
Our marriage is a mess.
Everything you need is right in front of you,
and you're always working cases.
- George is out there right now, Emma.
- And I'm right here!
- OK. I'm sorry.
You're right. You're right.
OK, I'll build a fence.
I will do whatever you need me to do.
Emma, I love you.
Come on.
You know I love you, OK?
But I have to help him, Emma.
Please.
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Yes.
Thank you.
Emma?
Emma, what are you--
Emma, where are you--
Emma.
Emma!
Will?
Hey, Will.
Hey, William.
I need your help.
Will-- [door clicks]
- [whistling]
- Will.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Hey.
Hey!
- [whispering]
- You stay away from him.
- [whispering]
- William.
No.
No. Don't.
Stop.
Hey, you stay away from him.
You leave him alone!
He's just a boy!
Hey!
Get away from him! Get away from him!
William! William!
Get away from him, you son of a bitch!
William!
No.
Fuck!
Don't you touch him.
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- [gasps]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
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- [breathing shakily]
[dramatic music]
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- [growling]
- [gasping]
[coughing]
- [whistling]
- Hey!
♪
- [laughs]
You know, you're doing this all wrong.
This isn't how it goes.
- Shut up.
- You're supposed to solve my murder, Joey.
Remember? - I don't care.
I need to get back to George.
- Solving is the only way out.
Someone killed me in cold blood, Joey.
That's a crime.
You're a cop.
- I said, shut the hell up.
[knocking]
- I found this outside.
I was worried you'd try something like this.
- The man's a predator.
He needs to be locked up.
- Locked up in your kitchen?
- You can take him then.
Federal charges.
You can take him back to Flagstaff
and charge him with child abuse.
- Come on, Lieutenant.
That's a priest in there.
- He's been abusing kids at our church.
I've seen it.
- Dance with me.
- What?
- [whistling]
- Do you hear what I'm saying?
He's a pedophile.
You need to take him in and bring him to justice.
- Dance with me.
[soft music]
- ♪ Morning glory, what's your story? ♪
- I'm disappointed in you, Lieutenant.
You don't know your moves.
You went to college.
You went to war.
You joined a police department funded
by the United States government.
You should know what you're doing by now.
You are supposed to stop bad guys.
Priests are good guys.
Businessmen are good guys.
That man in there was murdered.
Solving that murder is what you should be trying to do.
- That man is a monster.
- Eh.
No one said he was perfect, but he's a priest.
People don't want men of God meeting untimely ends.
It makes everyone nervous.
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- I don't care if they're nervous.
- Well, you should. That's what I'm saying.
That's your job. Make people feel safe.
Keep the gears of civilization turning.
You forgot that with Mr. Vines.
You saw a monster.
Everyone else saw a rich old man, a man protected by law,
a man deserving of a trial.
You make that mistake with preacher man,
you may never get back.
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[tense music]
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- Am I supposed to just ignore what he's done?
- You're supposed to be a cop.
Solve the murder.
No one's come forward to complain about the other
stuff yet.
- Yeah, because they know no one will listen.
- I didn't say the system is perfect.
But what's the alternative?
- Justice.
Real justice.
- What makes it real?
I didn't say what you did was wrong.
I'm just saying it's not justice
how your badge defines it.
Deep down, you know that.
The cop in you knows that, and the monster
is not going to go away until you find
a way to square that in here.
- Are you going to arrest me?
- No.
Bang.
- You're going to shoot me?
- [chuckles]
[gunshots]
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- [grunts]
George.
- You were supposed to run.
- I couldn't leave you.
The gun, it's out of bullets.
Your leg, I got to stop the bleeding.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Ready?
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- [screams]
- Hey.
It's OK.
Just a nightmare.
You're OK.
I'm going to fix this.
He's not going to hurt us anymore.
- Hey, what is that?
- Dad's gun.
- No.
No.
You don't want to do this.
Just give me the gun.
- No.
- You know how to use that thing?
- I've shot rifles before, hunting.
- Sit.
When you kill someone, it changes you forever.
- I don't care.
- I know you don't.
I know.
But you shouldn't have to carry that.
- You carry it.
- I'm grown up.
It's my responsibility.
- If it's yours, it's mine.
We're the same.
- No.
It's not your responsibility.
- Who's going to stop him?
Dad won't listen.
No one believes us.
There's no one else.
- Then--
there has to be some other way.
[soft music]
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We killed him, didn't we?
I killed him.
[dramatic music]
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- What you going to do, Joey, shoot me in cold blood?
Maybe this time it's different.
Maybe you can go all the way.
No.
Never mind.
[chuckles]
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- [grunts]
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[soft music]
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- This isn't what happened, is it?
- Yes, it is.
I killed you.
- You didn't kill me, Joey.
You thought about it.
You wanted to,
but you were only 12 years old.
There was nothing you could do.
- You died.
It was in the news.
- Presumed dead.
Officially missing.
But even back then, you knew it was more than that.
- Who then?
- You know.
You've always known.
- I don't.
[children laughing]
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- I see, it's all coming back to you now.
It was nine days after you told me about Will.
I know you think I didn't believe you.
I didn't at first.
I didn't want to anyway.
But it was all there.
Everybody could see it if they were looking.
I spent that whole week on the phone
with the U.S. Attorney's office.
I practically lived at the courthouse.
I went out to Judge Thomas' house,
all the way out to Flagstaff.
I begged him, begged on my knees.
- Why didn't you just arrest him?
You were a cop.
- An Indian cop, just like you.
I didn't have any jurisdiction.
You think it was any better back then?
You think anybody was going to let me arrest a white man?
A priest?
- Someone must have been able to see he was a monster.
- That's the thing, son,
he wasn't a monster.
He was just a man.
There's no such thing as monsters.
There's just people who do bad things
and other people who do bad things to stop them.
- You saved those boys.
You saved Will.
You did the right thing.
- That's what we have to keep telling ourselves.
But I know you're not sure either.
I didn't want this for you, Joe.
I wanted you far away from this place, from this job,
because it's impossible being a lawman
when our people get the punishment
without the protection.
And men like him take what they want and walk away free.
We only have one choice in a world like that.
We did what we did.
We did what we had to do.
And one way or another, we have to pay the price.
[tense music]
- George.
Where is he?
- I don't know.
- Give me the gun.
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
Go to the truck.
Go.
♪
[gunshot]
[panting]
[gunshot]
♪
Chee, are you there?
[static buzzing]
If you can hear me,
I got stabbed
half a mile from my truck.
Suspect's on foot.
6'2".
Dark clothes and a hood.
He's got a gunshot wound to his right shoulder.
- Joe, you're breaking up.
Say again.
Joe?
[static crackles]
- It's not a monster, Jim.
It's a man.
He's just a man.
- [vocalizing]
[Bob Dylan's "Knocking on Heaven's Door"]
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- ♪ Mama, take this badge off of me ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I can't use it anymore
♪ ♪
♪ It's getting dark, too dark to see ♪
- ♪ Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door ♪
♪
♪ Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door ♪
- ♪ Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door ♪
Where's George?
He's gone. Go get him.
Hyah!
♪♪
He's on Spenser's payroll, along with
I don't know who else in there.
Navajo Tribal Police. Hands up!
When you kill a man, he's bound to you.
♪♪
I believe your husband murdered B. J. Vines.
♪♪
You believe it, or you can prove it?
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[soft music]
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