Longmire s04e04 Episode Script

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Record greeting.
This is Walt.
This is Walt.
state-of-the-art slot machines.
It's opening day at Four Arrows Resort and Casi Ruby, send Ferg down.
- Walt! - Ferg.
That's nice.
Where'd you buy this from? I didn't.
You got it.
We weren't expecting you till Monday.
Well, I figured with the casino opening, you could use an extra hand, so The resort's only half-done, so all the hotels are overbooked.
Even the campground's full.
Oh, hey! Whoa.
Coming through.
So, how you doin'? Right now? I'm carrying most of the weight, so Okay.
Okay.
- Hold up.
- Yep.
Who locked the door? Walt.
Hey.
Um, we weren't expecting you till Monday.
So I've heard.
Sorry.
I, um I wasn't, like, sitting at your desk.
I just needed some room to spread out, so You don't need to apologize, Vic.
I left you in charge, so Here you go, boss.
Oh.
Well, I guess this should be for you, boss.
Is it Monday already? I'm sorry.
Who are you? This is, uh, Eamonn O'Neill.
He's on loan from Cumberland County.
I sent you his résumé.
You approved him.
You survived the feds.
Congratulations.
Well, they were just doing their job, so Well, at least you're no longer suspended.
Never was.
Just a voluntary leave of absence.
- Vic? - Yeah? There's been an accident.
Ah.
Hello, Walter.
Uh, well, out on Route - Okay.
- Yep.
We got it.
Ferg.
Thank God you're back.
Hey, let me get a burger and bottle of water.
It's roasting out there.
Merwin Tall Grass.
I did not peg you as a Ghost Dancer.
My grandfather made me learn.
He said if we danced long enough, we'd fall into a trance, and when we woke up, all the white men would be gone.
Your grandfather did not count on Jacob Nighthorse.
His casino makes white men multiply.
As long as they bring their cash.
Merwin.
I'm spreading the word about a new group.
We have started a chapter of Man Up at the community center.
I am on the recruitment committee.
Man Up? I heard that's like A.
A.
for wife-beaters.
They do many things for the community, though domestic violence is certainly a focus.
Why would you be asking me to join something like this? I am asking everybody.
Sure, man.
I'll check it out.
Mondays at 8:00.
Come on through! Come on through! Come on! Get it out! Get the lead out! Come on! Okay, grease monkeys and roughnecks, stay on that side of the road! Holy rollers, keep that circle going! Go through! Go! Go! Go! Move it! Move it! Yes, indeed! Get your butt moving over here! Come on! Use the right foot, brother! Half-naked girls, get off the road! - Get off the road! - Aah! Come on, now, girls, this ain't no place for your bachelorette party.
Move it! Move it! Come on by! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Well, I'm glad you could make it.
Lucian, what are you doing here? I'm just helping out the department.
Your acting sheriff looked a little overwhelmed, what with you gone and these degenerates come to town.
Damn it, Lucian! He has been sitting by the scanner since you've been gone.
- We don't need your help! - Oh, righty-dighty, 'cause you got your little studly over there on loan from Cumberland County.
- What's he got I don't got? - The ability to listen.
Come on! Come on through! - Hot cops! Whoo, whoo! - Come on! Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it! Anyway, Walt, I got everything under control.
There ain't nobody hurt and definitely nobody shot.
What What the heck happened? Seems these dewy young ladies driving down here from Minneapolis on a last, final prenuptial hoo-hah or something.
Yon casino bus tries to pass them on this double yellow.
Another car's coming in the other lane.
Bus tries to come back into the his own lane, hits the RV party thing, and runs it right off the road.
It's like a strip club threw up on a Barbie camper.
The driver of the RV? Sober as a Mormon.
All them other girls bear out that story.
What about the casino bus driver? Here's where it gets interesting, Walt.
Bus driver gets out the bus, opens the doors, pulls out all the luggage on the ground, and then skedaddles.
He's an ugly mutt.
Randolph Hale.
These charters don't care who they hire anymore.
My bet There's a record on him.
Probably afraid of getting arrested, heads for the tall grass.
Lucian, we appreciate your help.
We got it from here.
Well, if I'm off work Ferg! I'm devoid of a drink! Where's my drink? Give me my drink! Whoo! Off the road, off the road, off the road! Stay off the road! I filed a report with your boss.
Insurance better cover this because that maniac almost took off our fender.
There's a service station three miles up the road.
Get them to check it before you head out of town.
Yeah.
We're gonna go to the casino.
Um, I've been the designated driver for two days, and I need a drink, so What you got there? Oh, Jesus.
Ferg, put out an APB on that bus driver Randolph Hale.
He can't have got far, even if he hitched.
Late teens, early 20s.
There's no I.
D.
or wallet that I can see.
Vic, get this girl to the morgue, find out who she is.
I'm going to the casino to have a word with Archer Loftus, who seems to have misplaced his luggage.
I'll go with Vic, then? She can't carry that bag by herself.
Henry.
What are you doing here? My new boss, Malachi, generously offered my catering services.
What is your excuse? I'm here on business.
I hoped this day would never come, for Martha's sake.
It is what it is.
Put it on my bill.
Hey, I'm gonna have to catch up with you later.
Good talking to you.
Nice meeting you.
Wow.
You just couldn't stay away, huh? What is it now? You want to check the smoke detectors? I'm not here to make trouble.
I just need to talk to one of your guests.
Archer Loftus.
Came in on the charter bus about an hour ago.
I was hoping you could help me find him.
You know, I'm not doing a damn thing for you, my man, not until you give me something.
What's that? An apology.
You're kidding.
Shall I call Malachi and have you escorted out of here? I'm sorry that my deeply held belief that you are a dishonorable, untrustworthy person led me to falsely accuse you of killing Branch Connally.
And your wife.
And my wife.
I now know it was Barlow.
The rich, white man turns out to be the bad guy.
What a shock, eh? Now will you help me? Let's go to my office.
For the record, Walt, that was the worst apology I've ever received.
- It was honest.
- Yeah.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, Barlow is still screwing me from beyond the grave.
- I thought he was your partner.
- He was.
But with his money tied up in probate, I can't complete construction of the hotel.
I need the revenue from this casino more than ever.
- Do you understand me? - I think so.
Well, let me make it clear.
If I allow you to question my patrons, anything you learn is kept inside your office, away from the public and especially the press.
Can't afford to have people scared off, thinking this place attracts criminal activity.
You have my word.
Well, if Loftus has checked in to the completed wing of the hotel, I'll have him brought here.
It's been my experience that free chips and a meal voucher add a little incentive.
Thank you, Jacob.
Don't thank me.
I'm not paying for it.
Cade Tall Grass, yes? Yeah.
What are you doing out here all by yourself? I had to get some things.
My mom's sick.
Your dad was not around to take you? He took the car to work.
It is a long walk.
Hop in.
Let me give you a ride.
Archer Loftus.
This is you, right? Yeah, that's me.
Why? You came in on the charter bus from Oden? Yep.
Work on the oil rigs over there.
Couple days' leave, came here.
So, when do I get my chips? You own a black duffel bag, Mr.
Loftus? No.
A red Samsonite upstairs in my room.
A woman's body was found in a black duffel bag with this tag on it.
You're saying it isn't yours? A woman's body? You mean like a dead woman? With my name on it? Holy hell.
Oh! I knew it! This whole trip was a setup! "You've been doing such good work, Archer.
We want to reward you for your loyalty to the company.
We'll give you a bus ticket and some chips and a dead woman's body in a bag, get rid of your ass once and for all.
" Settle down, Mr.
Loftus.
I've called OSHA half a dozen times on this company's ass.
They got us wildcatting out there.
Long hours, skipping breaks, no rest for the hands.
That's because the company only gets paid when the kelly's turning.
How do you know that? Oh, I spent a few years working rigs, mostly roughnecking in Alaska.
Prudhoe Bay.
Then you know when time is money, men get hurt.
Five in the last eight months.
You think someone at the oil company is trying to frame you, Mr.
Loftus? Would I put my own return address on a dead body? Who else would? Must be 20 men on that bus happily take a grand to screw me over.
Loose tooth? If I can get it out, I'll get a dollar under my pillow.
In my day, the tooth fairy left only a quarter.
Well, your mom was cheap.
I know who the tooth fairy is.
You are a sharp young man.
You can drop me here.
My dad doesn't like visitors, especially when Mom's sick.
I hope your mom gets well soon, Cade.
Any word on the missing bus driver? No, not yet.
But Lucian was right.
Randolph Hale has a warrant out failure to pay child support.
Any credit-card activity? No, but, you know, since the guy is a driver by trade, I put a call out on the CB to check to see if any truckers spot him.
Did you find the guy with the duffel? Well, he says he's being framed.
Uh, how's Vic coming with the I.
D.
of the girl? She's still at the coroner's with Eamonn.
What do you think of, uh, Deputy O'Neill? He's not bad.
Vic seems to like him.
Let's hope Vic's having some luck getting that I.
D.
I'll check in later.
Thank you.
Blunt-force trauma to the back of the head, no sign of sexual assault, no identifying marks.
What girl this age doesn't have a tattoo? Oh, you have a tattoo? Wouldn't you like to know? What about implants? Excuse me? The girl.
Breast implants, they have serial numbers.
Maybe we can trace them.
Yeah.
Okay.
I am no expert, but they look pretty real to me.
I don't think your boss likes me.
Oh, come on.
Walt just had to kill a guy in his front yard, a guy that murdered his own son and killed Walt's wife.
I think he's got bigger things on his mind than you.
Yeah, I know.
You're right.
I just I like it around here.
I wouldn't mind sticking around, but that's not likely if Walt thinks I'm an ass.
He'll forget all about it if we get him a positive I.
D.
Oh, wait! Hey, hey.
Don't sneak up on a man like that.
Lady Luck is skittish.
Lucian, I need your help.
My help? Why don't you just drag that new deputy away from Moretti? I'm too busy hitting the jackpot.
Unless he is, too.
We found a woman's body at the scene of the accident.
She was in a duffel bag with a luggage tag on it saying it belonged to an Archer Loftus.
Dirty business, casinos.
If this oil worker didn't do it, then someone else on that bus may be trying to frame him.
You were out at that accident.
You can help me track down all the passengers on the bus.
Walt, you dismissed me, remember? Why don't you just get on the damn P.
A.
and wrangle everybody who was out there? I promised Nighthorse I wouldn't take this public.
You promised Nighthorse.
Now, why would you do that? I owe him.
Owe him what? I accused him of something he didn't do.
Accused him of what? Killing Martha and Branch.
Right.
But that would be my brother.
Save it.
I believe there's some young bachelorettes need questioning.
Focus on the bus.
Greedy, greedy, greedy.
Hey, Henry.
Hello, Ferg.
This is Randolph Hale.
He's a bus driver.
You haven't seen him here tonight, have you? That is not a face I would forget.
Just keep an eye out, give us a call if you spot him.
- Jess.
- Yeah? If this man comes into the bar, call the sheriff's department.
Sure.
So, you came here with Archer Loftus? Nope.
But you're part of the group from Oden, right? Well, me and Loftus were on the same bus, but it's not like we're friends.
That dude's a whiner and a narc, and everybody knows it.
He have any friends in the group? I don't think he has any friends on this earth.
Oh, one more thing.
Um, do you remember seeing an attractive young woman on the bus? - Dark hair? - Yeah.
Shit, yeah, I remember her.
You see her talking to anyone? Couple guys tried to chat her up, but she just blew them off.
How'd they handle the rejection? I don't know.
Fine? Listen, can I go back in? I only got a couple days.
I don't want to waste it talking to some dude in a parking lot.
Sure.
Oh, hey, Sheriff.
Excuse me, uh, Chelsea.
How do you know my name? You're so Sherlock-y.
Well, it's kind of hard to miss.
Uh, written on your glass, so Do me next.
Um, well, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to ask if, uh, any of you saw someone tampering with the luggage at the crash site this morning.
Why? What happened? Well, a crime's been committed.
We just need to talk to everybody that was there.
Any of you notice anything or anyone odd or By "anyone odd," do you mean anyone acting like an asshole? Yeah, yeah, I think that would qualify.
Okay, let's start with the bus driver.
Okay.
Let's.
The whole accident was his fault.
He wouldn't even apologize for it, and when I asked for his insurance, he got really squirrelly and wouldn't look me in the eye.
Never trust a guy who won't look you in the eye.
When was the last time you saw him? Uh, we were in the middle of a conversation.
He said, "I have to pee," ran into the woods, and I never saw him again.
A trucker called in on the CB and said that this guy was here about 20 minutes ago.
Oh, I've been on since noon.
- Nobody like that's been in.
- Where the showers at? Okay.
Randolph Hale? I'm looking for Randolph Hale! You're looking for who? Sorry to bother you.
Randolph Hale? Sheriff's department.
Stop! Stop right there! Hale! I know you're here! All right.
You're okay.
You need help.
The boy wrote to me.
Hector? Cade, what did you do? Do you know the story of the Bear Helper? He'll meet you tomorrow at noon on the playground.
Bring only what you can't live without.
You know, I am tired of being harassed.
I haven't done anything wrong.
And you can tell my ex-wife, if I'm in jail, I can't work! And if I can't work, I can't pay her! This Randolph Hale? In the flesh.
I'm Sheriff Longmire.
And I'm freezing my ass off.
Your deputy wouldn't let me go back and get my clothes.
I went back.
Somebody swiped them.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Ferg, why don't you go to my office and get Mr.
Hale a fleece jacket? I think I have one in my black duffel bag.
Sure thing.
So, uh, do you know why we brought you in, Mr.
Hale? Yeah.
Because my damn ex-wife's a bloodsucker.
I told her, as soon as I'm paid, she's paid.
I get my check next week.
I'm not so sure.
You fled the scene of an accident.
Damn it.
I only ran because I knew this would happen.
It ain't easy for a man my age out there.
Let Let me Let me just set the record straight.
I didn't run out on my family.
My wife, she kicked me out.
Now the boyfriend, he's moving in, but she still wants her check the 15th of every damn month.
Know what? Women, they look at you, all they see is a meal ticket.
How long you been working for the bus company, Mr.
Hale? Little over a year.
You load all the bags? Yeah.
Every single one of them.
Oh.
That's a lot of people and a lot of luggage to keep track of.
You remember all those folks and who brings on what? In my line of work, you just remember the jerks and the heavy bags.
- What do you consider heavy? - I don't know, 50, 60 pounds? You remember this bag? I told you.
I only remember the heavy ones.
Well, this was a lot heavier before we emptied it.
What do you think it weighed, Ferg? I can't lift 120 pounds.
I'm on disability.
What was in it? You recognize her? I-I ain't never seen her or that bag before in my life.
And yet another person on your bus remembers an attractive, young woman with dark hair.
And that bag was on your bus.
You loaded every bag.
I guess now you're wishing we were holding you for skipped child-support payments.
Walt.
Jacob Nighthorse for you.
Yeah? So, is this your idea of keeping Four Arrows out of the press and away from bad publicity? What are you talking about? Turn on Channel 11.
Or 2 or 7.
They're all reporting that a murdered girl was found on a bus headed to my casino.
I haven't spoken to anyone.
Did the mother and father call it in? No.
The Absaroka County Sheriff's Department did, seeking any and all information about her identity.
You just couldn't wait, could you? You just had to sabotage my opening weekend.
What do you mean, you released that information to the press? Well, the autopsy didn't give us anything, and you weren't coming up with anything.
Okay, Walt, maybe we should have checked with you first, but since you've been gone, we've gotten used to do doing things a different way.
Well, I'm back.
And you had no business going around me.
In Cumberland, when we hit a dead end, we do whatever we can to identify our victim.
And frankly, any department would.
Except one where the sheriff has a special arrangement with the casino owner.
We got an I.
D.
Her name is Delia Garrett from Minneapolis.
Her friends saw her photo on the news.
Heading right down.
Well, maybe this wasn't the right time to be right.
It has to be you.
What do you mean? I'm sorry.
I-I have the wrong person.
Wait.
Hector sent me.
Walt, Eamonn was just doing his job.
I know that the FBI has been grilling you about protocol for the last six weeks, so you're extra sensitive about this, but just because he didn't do it your way doesn't mean that he is wrong.
This isn't about protocol.
This is about common decency.
A mother and a father found out their daughter was dead by seeing this An autopsy photo on TV.
Walt, you got visitors.
She was supposed to come with us, but she canceled at the last second.
She say why? She said she was sick.
But you didn't believe her? Delia had money problems.
I thought maybe she just couldn't afford the trip and didn't want to tell us.
That's so stupid.
I would have loaned her the money.
Can you tell me the last time you spoke to her? Yeah, um, I can tell you exactly when.
We went to pick her up in the RV, and she wasn't there, so I called her.
She was at work, but she was sick and said that we should leave without her.
Can either of you think of a reason why Delia would be in Absaroka County? Oh, my God.
Do you think she changed her mind and tried to catch up to us? She knew everywhere we'd be stopping along the way.
Well, does that sound like her? She was impulsive.
I mean, don't get me wrong, she was great, but she wasn't like the rest of us.
- How was she different? - She would just disappear, and then we'd get a postcard from, like, Turkey or Uganda or some random place.
She brought a guy back once.
He didn't speak any English, and he was just really weird.
I don't really know how to explain it, other than she just didn't think about the consequences of her actions.
So, it's possible that she got on a bus and, uh, followed you here, picked up a stranger on the way? Yeah, it wouldn't surprise me.
What about this? It's backpack-y, kind of like something Delia would have.
That was found on the bus that, uh, crashed into you yesterday.
Your friend's body was found inside it.
Oh, my God.
That's horrible.
I knew something like this was gonna happen.
You can't just do whatever you want! Why don't you two just wait here? I'll drive you back to your RV.
I want to speak to, uh, the rest of your friends.
Maybe Delia contacted one of them.
I won't be long.
Ferg, find out all you can about Delia Garrett.
Call her family, her employers.
See if she got any new or unusual men in her life.
Yep.
Here's a better picture of that girl, Randolph.
Now do you recognize her? I told you before, no.
Was she like your wife? Did she expect a free ride? - Vic? - Yeah? Call the bus company, uh, find out where that bus stopped, see if there's anywhere that, uh, Delia could have gotten on.
Bus 85678, originated in Green Bay.
Before it picked up them oilmen in Oden, it passed through Minneapolis, Sioux Falls, and Sturgis, whereupon some church people got on board, coming on down here to gamble for Jesus.
Six of those oilmen said they noticed a young brunette hottie.
The churchies said they noticed nothing, probably didn't want to admit it.
talked to 54 of them at the casino.
One of those two empty seats could have been Delia Garrett.
Bus did stop in Minneapolis.
Lucian, show this picture to those oilmen.
Confirm that, uh, she was on the bus with them.
Got it.
Ferg, get some clothes for the bus driver.
I got to take those girls back to their RV.
I want, uh, Randolph Hale ready for some more questions when I get back.
Got it.
- Right.
Okay.
- So Vic.
With me.
Hold down the fort, Ringo.
Who's that? That's Noah, Nikki's fiancé.
He saw Delia on TV and came right over.
From Minnesota? - That was quick.
- He was already here.
He was supposed to be the big surprise for the bride.
Sarah arranged for him to meet us at the casino.
She wanted everything to be perfect for Nikki.
Noah knew Delia? Yeah.
We've all been friends since college.
Hmm.
So, you want to talk about what's been going on with you? Nope.
Okay.
Chelsea? You okay? I'll be fine, I guess.
Um Wow.
- These are something.
- Yeah.
Sarah had them made up for us.
She thought of everything.
Well, I was surprised to see Noah here.
In my day, the well, the groom didn't see the bride before the wedding, so Nobody follows those dumb rules anymore.
We all knew he was coming except for Nikki.
Yeah.
You know, I, uh Well, I don't get the impression you're his biggest fan.
I'm kind of Sherlock-y, so He's fine.
Is there something you want to tell me? Uh I never told anybody before because I couldn't be sure, but I picked up Delia up one morning, and Noah's car was on her block.
She lives in this shitty nowhere part of town, so he wouldn't just randomly be there.
Now he's here, and she's here.
I don't know.
Maybe she came to meet him.
Maybe something went wrong.
I don't know.
I probably just watch way too much 48 Hours.
- What is it, Vic? - Hey.
So, um, Lucian showed the photo of Delia to the oil workers, and they didn't recognize her.
They were all talking about someone else.
Apparently, they all had a crush on a girl from the church group, so - Okay.
- Okay.
So, what do we do now? For starters, you could check the luggage compartment for me.
Okay.
What happened, Ursula? The last time I saw you, it was not this bad.
My husband got it in his head I'd been talking about him.
He went crazy.
But I swear, I hadn't.
I am so sorry.
It's funny.
When Hector asked if I knew about the Bear Helper, I thought he was talking about the story.
But he was talking about you.
Who's the Bear Helper? A long time ago, a Cheyenne woman and her child were fleeing from Crow warriors.
It was winter, so they were alone and scared.
And she became more afraid when when she noticed a bear was following her.
But then the bear said to the woman, "I am following you to cover your tracks with mine so the Crow will not find you.
" When she and her child got to a wide river, he carried them across to safety.
My tooth fell out! Will Hector take his teeth? I never wanted him to hurt my dad.
What exactly did you ask of Hector? To help my mom.
Then that is exactly what he will do.
Right this way.
I don't want to make your weekend any worse.
Uh I just need to get a few statements before you all head home.
Ruby, could you show them to my office? Thanks, Ferg.
Right this way, please.
Okay, so, I got some background on Delia.
Both of her parents died when she was young, so she was pretty much on her own.
Uh, and she was hard up for money.
She only had $240 in her checking account.
But I talked to her boss.
He said she took four days off to come on this trip, said she was excited, that, uh, this was her best friend's wedding.
Vic, you find anything in the luggage compartment? Uh Other than the smell of vomit, no.
- What were you expecting to find? - More than that.
Uh, run the fiancé's credit cards Noah Minton.
See if he was here all weekend.
As soon as you get the information, bring it in to me.
Hey, Walt, if it would help, I can work on the groom while you question the girls.
Thanks, but no.
Listen, Eamonn, I appreciate you filling in while I was gone, but I won't be needing you anymore.
Let your boss know I owe him a favor.
Sarah, thanks for coming down again.
I thought, uh, Nikki may need some emotional support.
It's, uh It's quite a lot to take in.
- Yeah.
- No.
Of course.
I was hoping you could, uh, give me some insight into Delia, who she was, what she was like.
Who may have wanted to harm her.
I understand that, uh, Nikki and Delia were freshman roommates.
So, Noah, I assume you've known Delia as long as your fiancée.
Yeah.
I guess I did.
You had any recent contact with Delia? Just the usual stuff, you know, with the wedding and all.
Well, I heard that you were the surprise of the trip.
I guess your affair was the surprise of the wedding.
What? Did you arrange for Delia to come down here and see you because you knew your fiancée was on the road? Oh, my God.
Maybe Delia threatened to tell Nikki, and that's why you killed her.
No, I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Well, you knew enough to dump the body where you wouldn't be suspected.
And you had access to the girls' itinerary, right? Yeah, he did.
I gave it to him.
What did you do, Noah? These girls never saw the bag that Delia was stuffed into, but you saw it, because you bought it.
No.
This is insane.
I don't know what you're talking about.
My deputy just ran your credit cards.
You had a recent purchase from a nearby Walmart hours before the body was found.
What? No.
Hey, baby, say something.
Tell him there is no way I could ever kill Delia.
Stop it.
You're hurting her.
You stay out of it.
This trip, this entire wedding has been nothing but the two of you.
Did they shut you out, Noah? Is that why you turned to Delia? Delia think this was more than a one-time deal? - Yeah, it was more than one time.
- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
I didn't do this.
I don't know why you're trying to blame me! - Grow up, Noah, and take responsibility.
- Shut up! Vic, could you take Noah outside, please, and see that he doesn't leave? This was supposed to be perfect.
I'm sorry.
He didn't deserve you anyway.
Can we go now, please? - Sure.
- Thank you.
So, Sarah, you said that, uh, Delia canceled at the last minute, so why didn't you have any gifts made up for her? Champagne flutes or T-shirts? Well, unless you knew she wasn't coming all along.
Why are you asking us this? You just said Noah did it.
He bought the bag at Walmart.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought we were all lying.
Isn't that the game we're playing here? I lied about the credit-card charge.
No Walmart.
Noah lied about the affair.
And you, well, you lied about who killed Delia.
It was you.
You already admitted that you knew about Delia and Noah, so you had motive.
They betrayed your best friend here, and if you didn't order a gift basket for Delia because you knew that she wasn't coming on your trip, well, that gives you intent and premeditation.
The only thing The only thing that was premeditated was talking to Delia.
We just wanted to get her to admit anything, so when Nikki and I showed up in the RV and she just got on like nothing was wrong, like she could be screwing Noah and she could still be our friend We didn't mean for any of this to happen.
I promise.
She tried to leave, so I grabbed her, and she started pushing me.
Nikki pushed her off, and I-I-I have no idea how it happened, but she hit her head and she landed on the floor and she wasn't moving and she was bleeding so much.
So, we drove and we got a bag.
And she would even admit anything! And after you got hit by the casino bus, the two of you, you took advantage of all that chaos, took somebody else's luggage tag, put it on your new bag, and dumped the body.
Sarah, how did this happen? I did everything right.
What I don't understand is why they didn't just call off the wedding.
Some people just don't know how to end things.
I just want to say goodbye and thank you.
I enjoyed it.
Good luck to you.
Let me walk you out.
Walt, Mathias is on the phone.
He needs to talk to you.
I am so sorry.
I don't know what the problem is.
You're a really good cop.
Oh, I know.
Walt's just jealous of you and me.
Let's look at the bright side.
I'm only one county away, and, uh, well, now I got your number and you got mine.
Uh, yeah.
Yeah.
We, uh, certainly have each other's number.
Hey, Standing Bear, Merwin Tall Grass filed a report that his wife and child are missing.
How can I help? You can tell me where they are.
And why would I know that? Tall Grass reported that you were paying a little too much attention to his wife at the casino opening.
I was paying attention to the bruises he gave her.
I hope for her sake she and her son are very far away.
A neighbor reported seeing you drop the boy off near his house a day before his mother and him disappeared.
We need to search your apartment.
I have no authority off the Res, but Walt does.
Come on, Henry.
Just let us take a quick look inside, and we'll leave you alone.
I told you, they are not here.
You should trust me.
I do.
Then why are you still insisting on going up to my apartment? 'Cause right now, a whole lot of people don't trust me.
Buy you another? Jess.
Thanks.
I wanted to thank you for your help on this case.
Work keeps me on the right side of the grass.
Sorry to hear about them pretty girls going to jail.
News travels.
I know I haven't said it, but I'm sorry about Barlow.
After you shot Barlow, I cogitated on all the ways I could have been a better brother.
Maybe if I'd done more spent more time with him, Branch would be alive, Martha would be alive.
You believe that? I'll tell you what I believe.
My brother would have been a good man if somebody had been there to shoot him every minute of his life.