"You said you found something?" "There was dirt in a shell inside the shotgun Branch used to kill himself." "How does that happen?" "Whoever fired the shotgun must've ejected the shell, probably out of habit." "That created a problem." "Now it doesn't look like a suicide." "Because a dead man could not eject his own shell." "So, Branch's killer picked up the, uh, spent shell off the ground, put it back in the shotgun." "And then stages the scene." "Yeah." "So..." "I need to see if the dirt from here matches the dirt in the shell." "If it doesn't, that proves that the body was moved." "You think Nighthorse did all of this?" "I do, and he knows that I do." "He came by my cabin with a few dozen friends, just as a warning." "Walt?" "Walt, you there?" "Yep." "Couple of spooked kids just called in." "They were out drinking and heard voices." "That might be outside my jurisdiction." "They said they heard Asian voices, Walt, out by War Eagle." "Thanks, Ruby." "I'll head out at first light." "First light?" "Why not drive to War Eagle now while it is still dark?" "It's a two-hour drive, and I'm busy." "I could go with you, perhaps hold your hand this time." "I wasn't that afraid." " You whimpered." " I was 12." "Fine." "I'll do it." "I can't think what else to do about Branch's murder right now except get these soil samples analyzed." "You can do that a lot faster than I can." "My botanist friend at the university." "Can you call in a favor?" "Sure." " What is this for?" " I need to deputize you." "Make sure the chain of custody is airtight." "I don't want Nighthorse wriggling out from under a murder charge on some technicality." "Whose badge is this?" "Branch's." "As soon as Henry gets those, uh, soil samples tested, patch him through." "Thanks, Ruby." "Those tests take weeks." "Henry knows someone." " So, where are we headed to again?" " War Eagle." "And what is that, a Cheyenne ghost town?" "Ruby said it might be haunted." "It's a former World War II internment camp for Japanese Americans." "You been here before?" "Once." "You hear voices?" "Henry claimed he heard some whimpering." "I don't believe him, though." "Looks like those teens did more than just hear voices." "What is it?" "Amateur radio tower." "Receiver must be inside." "That would explain the foreign voices." " You hope so." " Yeah." "Anyone there?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Those drunk teens must've heard the HAM radio last night." "Someone's done a lot of work since I was here last." " And when was that?" " Seventh grade." "So, then everything here is a historical artifact?" "Huh." "I guess so." "Except for this." "Bingo." "Maybe there's I.D. on the body." "There's no need." "That's Thorvin Hampton." "He's been, uh... working here for years trying to renovate this place, turn it into a memorial." "Sorry, Walt." "Do you know the family?" "I don't know if he's got any left." "Both our fathers were VFW drinking buddies." "Thorvin was an only child." "I don't think he ever married, so..." "Smart man." "Okay." "So, there's no blood, no cuts, no bruising." "There's no visible signs of foul play." "Other than being locked inside this room." "What, you think he was killed somewhere else and dumped here?" "No." "Thorvin was alive when he was locked in here." "Check his fingernails." "Splinters." "Yep." "He tried to claw his way out." " Maybe he had a heart attack." " Or exposure." "When they put up these barracks quick and cheap back in the '40s, there was no insulation." "You know, maybe those drunk teens break into the donation box, steal the money." "Hampton catches them in the act." "They panic." "They overpower him." "They lock him in here." "Yeah." "You know, I can take the lead on this." "I'm sure you'd rather, uh, focus on investigating Branch's murder anyway." "I would." "But I can do both." "Why don't you go ahead and track down those teens that called Ruby, check their stories." " You sure?" " I am." "I wasn't elected just to solve crimes when it was convenient." "Okay." "Hope you're not cruising around on the company dime." "What are you doing out here?" "Signing up for night classes." "Employees are like family to Malachi." "He doesn't want to see them making bad decisions or hanging out with shady characters." "Then I better get going." "I would not want Malachi to see me talking to you and get the wrong idea." "Thorvin grew up in this house." "He must've moved back in after his parents died." "Whoa." "There's a lot of classic rigs in this place." "That's an '82 Cobra with the original mike." "You know your way around this equipment." "Remember when my dad used to drive truck when I was a kid?" "Yeah." "CB's how he kept in touch." "Ah." "Looks like Thorvin was in touch with a lot of folks." "CBers tend to be really friendly, but there's a lot of crazy loners out there, too." "Got in this argument when I was in high school with a trucker about whether Elway or Marino was a better quarterback." "That's a pretty one-sided argument." "Not to this guy." "Scary thing is, he tracked me down by monitoring my signal strength." "I didn't realize it until he was right behind me trying to run my car off the road." "What was your handle?" "High Plains Drifter." "Well, High Plains Drifter, why don't you see if you can reach any of Thorvin's, uh, recent contacts?" "Try to refrain from arguing religion, politics, or AFC quarterbacks." "Anything I should be looking for in particular?" "Well, uh, looks like Thorvin's two passions were radios and history." "See if either of them got him into any heated arguments lately." "People don't like to be reminded about that internment camp." "Why was Thorvin so interested in War Eagle?" "I don't know." "I do know he was rounding 60." "And history gets heavier the older you get, so..." "Hello?" "Yeah." "Vic." "Yeah." "So, I talked to the two kids who called Ruby about the voices." "Both admit to being high on mushrooms and trespassing, but they said they got scared and ran off before they reached the barracks." "They also said that there was a third kid named Caleb Jacky who did make it all the way up to the camp." "Vic, you still there?" "Sean." "Sean." "Sean." "Vic, you still there?" "I think I'm gonna need some backup." "Okay." "Sorry to drag you all the way out here." "I know you got a lot on your plate." "No, it was smart." "Last thing I want is another deputy putting their life at risk." "Which way?" "Bring it on, bro!" "I've re-emerged from the collective unconscious!" "I am everything you fear!" "I am Nightmare Fuel!" "Who else dares dip into the dark recesses of the human mind?" "I do." "So, what did my jackass of a son do now?" "We were just trying to figure that out." "I'll take that, son." "So, uh, we talked to your son's friends Bradley and Spencer, so we know he was at War Eagle last night." "War Eagle?" "You said you were over at Spencer's watching old Summerslam tapes." "I was." "But then I stepped out just for, like, a minute or two." "Did you see anyone while you were up at the camp?" "Someone you were worried might get you in trouble?" "Caleb." "Stand up straight, look them in the eye, tell the truth." "We just wanted to explore the old Jap internment camp to see if it was really haunted." "We didn't see anything." "But we heard some voices, so we ran out to Spencer's car and left." "That's it?" "Yeah." "That's it." "Because someone broke in to the War Eagle donation box and took some money." "You know anything about that?" "No." "What about the dead body that we found locked in one of the barracks buildings this morning?" "A dead body?" "I told you I didn't see anything up there." "All I heard were those voices." "Are you sure?" "You seem frightened." "Maybe you put the caretaker in some kind of sleeper hold, dragged him inside." "Wait a second." "Thorvin Hampton was the one killed?" "You knew him?" "Well, he's hard to miss." "Walking up and down this county picking at scabs that've been healed for decades." "Think Thorvin might've done something to get himself killed?" "Well, he was provoking people enough." "Hear him talk, you'd think we built Auschwitz up there." "We were at war." "Heard of Pearl Harbor?" "Japanese attacked us." "It's hard to know who was a spy and who wasn't." "And those internment camps, they were for their protection anyway." "You ask me, we don't have a damn thing to apologize for." "Sounds like Caleb's father had more of an interest in going after Thorvin Hampton than Caleb did." "Find out what you can about the Jackys and their interactions with Thorvin." "I'll go check the autopsy report." "Maybe the body shows signs of a choke hold or something." "Okay." "Should probably leave that here." "Hello, Ruby." "This is Deputy Standing Bear." "Could you patch me through to the sheriff, please?" "Walt." "Got Henry for you." "What'd you find out?" "My friend from the university ran a preliminary test." "The soil type from the creek bed and from the shotgun shell do appear to be different." "So, the body was moved." "Not necessarily." "Apparently different soil types can exist just feet apart from one another, but the dirt from the shotgun shell does have pollen in it." "What does that mean?" "It means that we have to wait for my friend to run another series of tests." "I pushed, but it may take a day or two." "Also, you were right to be concerned about Nighthorse." "Darius Burns followed me to the university, which means Malachi's having me followed." "At Nighthorse's request, I'm sure." "Keep an eye out." "I already am." "Dear Hector, they say that you're dead." "I don't want to believe that." "My name's Alicia Musgraves." "I'm the mother of a beautiful boy named Louie." "I do everything I can to raise him right, but I have this neighbor, Lane Potter." "He's come over and stolen money from me twice already." "He says that no one will believe me, though, because I used to be a junkie." "Lane Potter has taken $220 from us so far." "I don't want you to hurt him." "I just want him to stop." "I still believe that you're out there, Hector." "Nia'ish, Alicia." "Mommy." "Can I get this?" "Sweetie, Mommy doesn't have enough money for all this food." "Okay." "I'm gonna have to put some of it back." "Like, uh, the sprinkle cheese, the applesauce." "We can put this back, too." "I'm so sorry, sweetie." "That is a crystal-clear 10-4 there, Sunshine Sally." "This here is High Plains Drifter." "Hey, there, High Plains Drifter." "You're coming in big and strong." "I'm looking for a 10-35 on a fella named Thorvin Hampton, also known as, uh, Toe Tapper." "Ah, Toe Tapper." "So, it turns out our father, Rett Jacky, did have a run-in with our victim a couple months ago in the parking lot of a restaurant called General Custard's Last Frozen Treat Stand." "How bad of a run-in?" "It was bad enough that we were called in to settle things down." "I don't remember being called in on that." "Uh, no, you weren't." "Um, it was Branch." "And according to Branch's report," "Thorvin Hampton complained that Rett Jacky had been harassing him for weeks." "That's Branch's computer, right?" "Yeah." "Find anything new?" "Only his supposed, uh, suicide note, which we now know he didn't write." "The weird thing about that note is that it actually does sound like Branch." "I mean, crazy Branch, but..." "Sounds like him." "That's because whoever wrote it knew Branch well." "Maybe Nighthorse left us some prints." "I just talked with a local CBer who appears to be the world's leading expert on the topic of Thorvin Hampton." "So, I gather you knew him well?" "Me and Thorvin were soul mates." "Or rather Sunshine Sally and Toe Tapper were soul mates." "You two talked a lot?" "We'd chew the rag until the morning hours." "About everything under the sun." "Did Thorvin tell you about his plans for reopening the camp?" "Talked about it all the time." "You know, back in the war, his father was stationed at War Eagle as a guard." "How did Thorvin feel about that?" "Made him sick." "I guess his father and some other soldiers would even go into orphanages and round up little Japanese babies for the camp." "Babies." "What were they gonna do?" "Drool on us to death?" "Is that why he started the memorial, out of guilt?" "That and curiosity about his half-brother." "What half-brother?" "His father slept with a young Japanese woman at the camp named Birdie." "She got pregnant." "The old man never bothered to tell Thorvin about his half-brother till he was on his deathbed." "Did Thorvin ever find him?" "If he did, he would've told me." "We told each other everything." "Put it on the table." "Okay, uh, go over the registration records for any male babies born at War Eagle." "See what you can find out." "Thanks, Vic." "Want you to head over to Thorvin's house." "He may have some more secrets we don't know about." "Can you imagine?" "Somebody comes up to you and says he's your half-brother." "That his father got your mother pregnant while she was in a prison camp." "Is that gonna be a happy family reunion?" "Not likely." "Ready to go to class?" "Yes, I am." "I have my glasses, my lunch." "So, I went through the War Eagle records, and there were 25 male children born there during the time that it was open." "Any of them now living near Idaho Falls or Pocatello?" "Um..." "A guy named Francis Igawa." "Why?" "There was a road atlas open to Idaho Falls in Thorvin's office." "Let's start there." "When you were talking to Francis Igawa's daughter, did she say that Thorvin Hampton visited them in Idaho Falls?" "Yeah." "She mention anything about what it was about or how it went?" "Nope." "There's something I've been meaning to ask you." "I thought I should wait till we were alone first." "Really?" "What?" "Well..." "The bat thing." "What bat thing?" "At the Jacky place." "You've been through a lot lately." "Trauma is..." "It's complex." "If you, uh... you need to talk about what's been, you know, on your mind," "I can, uh, you know..." "I can do that sort of thing." "Do you know what's on my mind?" "We have access to the entire national fingerprint database back at the office, yet you're still sitting there with a magnifying glass trying to match Nighthorse's prints to the ones you lifted off of Branch's computer." "If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine, but there are professionals who, uh, specialize in this sort of thing." "Oh, so you're saying that I shouldn't just rely on myself, that I should utilize all available resources." "The only reason I'm not using a digital database is because I don't want to sound alarms and attract Nighthorse's attention." "Right." "Because Nighthorse has successfully infiltrated and manipulated the federal government on behalf of a secret Native American agenda." "I'm being cautious." "No, you're being paranoid." "We have Nighthorse's prints from the last time we booked him." "As soon as we get back to the station, I'm gonna run them through the database." "Fine." "Fine." "Which is exactly how I feel, by the way." "Yeah." "I remember Branch saying something like that." "293 Oak Street, Idaho Falls." "Red door, pear tree." "This looks like the place." "If this is Thorvin's half-brother, he might also be his killer." "We don't know how he might react." "I'll keep cover in case he decides to flip out or flee." "Mr. Igawa?" "I'm Sheriff Walt Longmire from Absaroka County in Wyoming." "This is Deputy Moretti." "You mind if we come in and speak to you?" "Thank you." "Yes." "The sake is ready to be poured." "Uh, thank you, but, um, you don't have to put yourself out." "No." "Dad?" "You okay?" "What's going on?" "Uh, Shiori?" "Hi." "Uh, uh, Deputy Moretti." "We spoke on the phone." "Oh, right." "Sorry, I lost track of time." "I better check on my dad before he hurts himself." "Dad." "No, I don't know where it's at." "Here." "Try this." "Ah!" "Dad." "They didn't steal anything." "I'm sure it's around here somewhere." "It might be better if we speak in my room." "Forgive the mess." "I work graveyard as an ER nurse, and when I get home, I pretty much collapse." "Do you, uh, take care of your father all by yourself?" "I try to." "Well, we're sorry for upsetting him." "I should apologize." "My father's been struggling with dementia for years, and all of a sudden, he thought you two were the neighborhood bullies he grew up with." "How did your father react when Thorvin Hampton came here?" "Uh... polite and welcoming, as always, but then when I stepped into the kitchen for just, like, a moment, he started having one of his fits." "Sort of frightened the War Eagle guy away." "My father's mind might be slipping, but he's still as strong as a mule." "Do you know what caused the outburst?" "It could've been anything." "A childhood memory, a bluebird flying by the window." "You think your father would react badly if Thorvin Hampton told him they were half-brothers?" "Wait, what?" "I think you must be mistaken." "This man just wanted to ask for donations for his camp." "Besides, he was white." "Thorvin Hampton's father was a guard at War Eagle during the war." "Apparently, this guard had an affair with a Japanese-American woman at the camp, and then the woman became pregnant with your father, we believe." "What was this woman's name?" "Birdie." "Oh." "That explains so much." "How so?" "My grandparents have always been an off-limits topic for my father." "I mean, he wouldn't even stand for me to bring it up." " Did this Mr. Hampton send you here?" " No." "Is he afraid to come back?" "No, uh, unfortunately, someone recently killed Thorvin Hampton." "It appears that your father is his closest living kin." "So, we drove out to notify him." "Oh." "Uh, well..." "I guess you could try to do that, but I don't know how much he'll understand." "So, you did know Thorvin..." "I mean, Toe Tapper." "Everyone knows Toe Tapper, hombre." "Hell of a stand-up guy." "Shame what happened." "He ever mention anything about any enemies?" "Anything about a half-brother?" "Sounds like you need to get in touch with Sunshine Sally over on channel 19." "If there was anything haywire, he would've told her." "Yeah, I actually talked with Sally Hoagland yesterday in person." "Thought you said you were out in Wyoming." "I am." "Why?" "Well, amigo, Sally resides in Florida." "You know, Sunshine State, Sunshine Sally." "You must've talked to someone else." "Is the Sunshine Sally you're talking about really into turtles?" "Yeah." "She won't shut up about them." "Yeah, she lives out here in Absaroka County now." "Lucky you, then." "Sunshine Sally is a stone-cold smokin' fox." "She is." "Sheriff, you there?" "What do you got?" "I just found a picture of Sally Hoagland taped to Thorvin Hampton's desk." "I think we need to reconsider whether we want to believe a single thing she's told us so far." "When did you move to Absaroka county?" "About six weeks ago." "We all lived in Coral Springs, Florida, before that." "Your fellow CBers seem to think you still live in Florida." "Well, you can't exactly control what people think." " Can you?" " No." "But you can try." "Did Thorvin even know that you'd moved here?" "Or did he still think that you were her living in Florida?" "Did you move here to be closer to him?" "Was he angry that you lied to him?" "He had no idea." "I tried to approach him a few weeks ago at a bar just to, you know, introduce myself to him as the real me." "We'd bonded so much over the radio." "But when I walked up to him, it was like I wasn't even there." "I was just some old heifer in his eyes." "He wouldn't give me the time of day, so I left." "And later that night, we were back on the radio, talking into the night like always because he thought I looked like this." "I moved out here thinking that he was my soul mate." "Turns out he was just another guy." "Did that make you angry?" "Of course it made me angry." "But that doesn't mean I killed him." "I've never even been up to that damn War Eagle." "How'd you know that was where we found Thorvin's body?" "You mean you can't get ahold of Walt, either?" "He's not picking up." "Maybe I should try Ferg." "You're not exactly talking in code out here." "Hey, babe, let me get four top-shelf tequilas." "None of that usual watered-down cat piss, okay?" "Put it on my tab." "Under what name?" "Prince Charming?" "Lane Potter." "And if you bring it to us with the right kind of smile on your face," "I'll make it worth your while." "I ran both sets of prints through the database." "First of all, the prints you pulled from Branch's computer do not belong to Jacob Nighthorse." "They belong to Branch." "Second of all, Jacob Nighthorse is not actually Jacob Nighthorse." "Then who is he?" "Jacob Harold Blankenship." "And under that name in 1978, he was arrested for assaulting an FBI agent in Washington, D.C." "I never got that on any of the background checks I ran." "That's because under Jacob Nighthorse, his record is clean." "What about his record as Jacob Blankenship?" "Well, it turns out that Jacob Blankenship is a part-time political radical and a full-time pain in the ass." "In the, um, early '80s, he was pretty active in a group called the American Indian Movement." "Yeah." "A.I.M." "It's sort of like the Black Panthers for Indians, so..." "Well, Nighthorse, or Blankenship, whatever, he also had a partner in crime." "His name was Dennis Wabash." "He died in 1983." "Guess what Wabash's cause of death was." " Gunshot wound?" " To the head." "Self-inflicted." "Presumably." "So, what did you find out about Sunshine Sally?" "False identities, bad histories, toxic grudge." "Uh..." "Sally Hoagland was misrepresenting herself to Thorvin." "She also moved here without telling him, maybe to stalk him." "She was tracking our activities on a scanner, so she knew Thorvin was dead well before Ferg talked to her." "You think she's gonna make a run for it?" "I got Ferg camped out at her house, so if she tries, we'll know." "Why don't you check her background, see if she's got any sort of record back in Florida?" "What about Jacob?" "Uh, I'll find out what he was involved in in his Blankenship days." "Extremists tend to be made, not born." "Occupied." "Hey, shit bird, if you need to go that bad, use the sink." "Shit." "Hey, man, what do you want?" "Listen, I'm sure whoever sent you, it was just a misunderstanding." "Oh, shit." "Find anything from Florida on Sally Hoagland?" "Not yet." "What are you doing?" "Are you searching Branch's computer for prints again?" "I'm searching." " Come on, move it." " Mr. Jacky." "Can we help you?" " What?" " Here." " Dad." " Get in there." "What?" "I would like to apologize, Sheriff." "I thought I had raised my son to tell the truth." "But I was wrong." "He did steal money from that camp's damn donation box." "And don't ask me where he thought this idea was acceptable behavior." "If I recall, you're not exactly a fan of Thorvin's plans for War Eagle." "Oh, I do have issues with them reopening that camp." "But my son stole and vandalized private property." "Now we know he's a thief and a liar." "I'm just praying to God he's not a killer, too." "Damn it, Dad, I told you not..." "I didn't see anyone up there." "I didn't see anyone up there." "Maybe you did, maybe you didn't." "But that's the problem with being a liar, son." "People can't believe you either way." "Sheriff, whatever my boy has done," "I want him to suffer the full consequences for his actions." "I just thank God his grandfather's not alive to see this." "Jumping around in his goddamn underwear." "How much did he take?" "Uh, $87." "And one historical artifact." "I got the impression that Francis Igawa was looking for a lighter in his kitchen." "So did I." "Any idea what it says?" "Japanese?" "No." "I don't know any Japanese." "Do you?" "No." "But I did go out to sushi a few weeks ago." "Cool little mom-and-pop place that operates out of an old gas station." "The menu's entirely in Japanese." "What are you doing?" "I had to download this app to be able to read the sushi menu." "It translates images into text." "Technology, right?" "In the meantime, we could use this opportunity to talk about my feelings regarding my past trauma." "Uh..." "Oh, look." "It's done translating." "Good." "Saved by the bell." ""If this is my corpse, bring the little birds so it's admitted I said the name." "Private J. Igawa."" "That is a huge coincidence that the Jacky kid just happened to find this lighter after it's been sitting up at War Eagle for the last 70 years." "Or maybe Francis Igawa left it there a couple days ago." "We've seen him." "No offense, but Mr. Igawa doesn't even know what planet he's on." "Unless, of course, you think that he understands more than he's letting on." "He understood that his lighter was missing." "This is Sheriff Walt Longmire from Absaroka County." "Your father was upset about losing something when we visited you." " Was it a lighter?" " I think that's what it was." "Why?" "I think we found it." "Does your father ever get out of the house?" "Sometimes." "I change the locks and try to hide the keys, but he always seems to find a way out." "Dad." "Does he ever get out to your car?" "I'm doing the best I can." "I'm sure you are, but, uh, there's a problem." "Soon after your half-uncle, Thorvin Hampton, came to visit your father, Mr. Hampton was murdered." "Then we found your father's lighter at the scene." "Sheriff, what are you saying?" "I'd like to help your father live out his days in a facility rather than a prison." "Now, if you bring him up to War Eagle, I may be able to help him do that." "Kind of tucked this place away, didn't they?" "Out of sight, out of mind." "Is this your father's?" "Grandfather's, actually." "He took it with him when he fought in World War II." ""You found my body, deliver this to Birdie so she knows I died while singing her name." "Private J. Igawa."" "My grandfather was James Franklin Igawa." "He and my Grandma Birdie were married for just about three weeks when they were forced to come here." "Six months after that," "Grandpa James was drafted by the U.S. Army to fight overseas." "Did your father tell you that?" "No." "I put it together through family friends and public records." "I had to pull a couple of double shifts at work this week." "Think he made his way out here?" "Well, I think so." "Let's see if we can, uh, walk our way through this." "If your father didn't mean to kill Thorvin, that would really help his case." "Does your father have a history of violence?" "He's always had anger issues, even before his dementia." "He believed his belt was the best way to teach me how to be a good, obedient Japanese daughter." "That sounds hard." "Is this where it happened?" "No." "Thorvin Hampton's body was found right down here." "You have any trouble finding this place?" "Not really." "I just followed the signs." "You mean these signs." "I took them all down earlier today, but, uh, you remembered how to get here anyway because you've been here before." "In this room." "With your half-uncle." "Are you gonna lock me in here like you did Thorvin Hampton?" "You never thought it was my dad, did you?" "I considered it." "But what seemed much more likely was that you drove out here, brought your father because he couldn't be alone." "You lured me out here under false pretenses just so you could lock me up." "I guess some things never change." "Shiori." "Did you lock Thorvin in here?" "What else should I have done?" "Given him a donation?" "That man's father ruined my family." "My grandmother killed herself out of shame, and now he wanted to make a museum out of it so he could feel better about himself." "Maybe I should've given him a picture of Grandma Birdie's headstone so he could stick it on a T-shirt and sell it as a souvenir." "Well, Thorvin Hampton's father may have destroyed your family, but Thorvin didn't do anything wrong." "Guess what." "These people didn't do anything wrong, either." "They were just trying to live their lives, just like I was trying to live my life and take care of my father." "And now Thorvin Hampton barges in, announces that he's my dad's long-lost half-brother, and leaves me to deal with the damage." "Did you come here to get revenge for that?" "He invited us to visit, for closure, he said." "So, after a couple of days of dealing with my father," "I took him up on the offer." "God knows I needed something." "So, I-I drove us out here." "Did your father know where you were going?" "Who knows?" "Yelled the whole way and refused to get out of the car once we got here." "So, I talked to this Thorvin guy by myself." "And he was so... proud of himself, of his courage to put this shit hole back together." "He had no idea what this place had done to my family, to me." "So, he leads me in here and shows me all this stuff and says, "I can only imagine what it was like."" "And I thought, "You know, I can show you exactly what it was like."" "So then you locked Thorvin in here." "Just like the government did to us." "And you just left." "Well, first I had to track down my father, who was off wandering into some field, dropping his lighter, apparently, but then, yeah." "Yeah, I-I left and pretended it never happened." "Why?" "Because I'm an American." "I don't like to live in the past." "That's true of a lot of people." "But not Thorvin." "It's so beautiful here." "You know, I never even met the guy face-to-face." "He was just a voice on the radio." "He was as good an amigo as I ever had." "Maybe folks should get together and have some drinks in his honor." "Who y'all talking about?" "Someone die?" "Toe Tapper." "Thorvin Hampton." "Oh, man, not Thorvin." "They don't make them like that anymore." "Jess." "Where's Henry?" "Men's room cleaning up." "Hooligans have been writing graffiti on the mirror in permanent marker." "I got Ruby's note, said you'd heard back from your contact at the university." "I did." "My friend identified the pollen in Branch's shotgun shell." "It comes from arrowleaf balsamroot, a common wildflower." "Yeah." "Grows out by my cabin." "Just about everywhere else." "Although, Martha tried to put some in pots one time." "She overwatered the seedlings, and they died." "My friend did mention that arrowleaf balsamroot is notoriously intolerant of watery soils." "Which means Branch was not shot anywhere near the creek bed." "The entire scene was staged." "The evidence suggests that that is correct." "So our next step is to find the actual crime scene." "Now, if you want to step away from this, I'll understand." "I have never been one to back down from a fight." "Good." "Me either."