Longmire (2012–2017): Season 1, Episode 9 - Dogs, Horses and Indians - full transcript

The president of the Reservation Tribal Council is run off the road, shot and killed. Inquiries reveal that the president recently pushed though a council amendment to the blood percentage rule, thereby excluding a significant number of tribe members from their entitlements.

You're listening to KHRN Radio...

...live from the heart
of the Cheyenne Reservation.

My name is DJ Ross Strongbow
and I'll be with you all night long.


My mind is filled with ghosts

They're more than most
Of all my loves gone wrong


Somebody help me.

- He's coming after me.
MAN 1: Sir, calm down.

We'll try and get you some help.
Now, where are you?

I'm somewhere on the res, off...

- Somebody, help, quick.
MAN 1: Who's following you, sir?

Could you be more specific?

I don't know.


He's shooting at me.
He forced me off the road.

Oh, no. He's coming. He's coming.
What do you want from me?

MAN 1:
Hello? Sir? Are you there?


Thank you for coming out here so fast.

We could use all the help we can get.
Appreciate it.

- Did Mathias invite us here?
- Nope.

Just seemed like the right thing to do.

Let's hope and pray this is
a search-and-rescue, not a recovery.

We pinged his cell phone,
but no response.

So we need to split up
and spread out over the res.

Give me the map.

How's a 911 call end up
on the radio station?

When the tribal police switchboard
gets slammed...

...the radio station takes the calls,
helps out.

- How it ended up on the air, beats me.
- It was an accident.

DJ Strongbow said an intern
flipped the wrong switch.

He did not know he was on live.

- Any idea of who the caller was?
- A few of us recognized the voice.

We think it is Malcolm Eaglestar.

- Should I know who that is?
- President of the Tribal Council.

Sheriff Longmire. What brings you here?

Gunshots on the radio.

Glad you're here.
We could use the manpower.

And lady-power. Come on over.

I broke the res up into quadrants.

I want you and your deputy
to take the northeast.

- Happy to.
- Good. Give me the flares.

Anyone finds anything, send up a flare.

All right, folks, let's go. Let's move out.

I feel like we're in the Twilight Zone.

Middle of nowhere, creepy road
Mathias being all nice and taking our help.

What are we looking at, Henry,
200 square miles?

More. But he did say
he was run off a road.

Well, that narrows it down.

I got a call two nights ago
from the Denver P.D.


- What did the Denver P.D. Want?
- Don't know. Didn't answer it.



That is Malcolm Eaglestar.


Body's been moved.

How can you tell that, Kreskin?

Jeez, Walt.

See the way the coffee drips down?

If Malcolm'd been shot sitting up...

...there'd be more blood drainage
from the wound.

His shirtfront's nearly clean.

You see that dirt?


He was shot on the ground.

Somebody put him back in the car.

What would be the point
of moving the body?

Good question.

Wallet's empty. Robbery?

What about the cell phone
he used to call the radio station?

- Doesn't seem to be here.
WALT: Keep looking.

It's gotta be here somewhere.


- This is not good.
- No, it isn't.

I'm not just talking about Malcolm being
dead. I'm talking about where he died.

- What do you mean?
- He's on your land.

Are you sure?

Lived on the res my whole life,
Standing Bear. I'm sure.

Border's a hundred yards that way.

Much as I hate to say it,
this is your murder, Walt.

Maybe. Murder didn't happen here.
Body was moved.

Why would somebody
move the body?

Maybe they didn't want you in charge
of the investigation.

They can't stop me
from helping you guys.

You could start by helping me
find any of Malcolm's family.

Malcolm is divorced.

Yeah, but he's got a girlfriend.
Jill LittleFox.

I can't think of anyone
who would do such a thing.

Malcolm was so well-loved
amongst the tribe.

Malcolm was married before.

Does his ex-wife harbor any animosity
toward him or you?


When Malcolm first left Anita,
it was difficult.

But that was years ago.

They even serve on
the Tribal Council together now.

When was the last time
you spoke to Malcolm?

- He called me last night.
- Where'd he call from?

I don't know.

Jill. This is important.

Now is not the time
to hold anything back.

You wouldn't understand.

Malcolm was a wonderful,
generous spirit.

But no man is perfect.

Jill, I can promise you.

Neither Walt nor I intend to
denigrate Malcolm's character.

If there is anything embarrassing
about that phone call...

...it will be kept private.

Malcolm was at a poker game.

- That was Malcolm's weakness.
- What'd he say when he called you?

He was excited. He was winning big.

He told me to book
an Alaskan cruise for my birthday.

Do you have any idea
where this poker game was?



...who gets the money?

- What money?
- The money that Malcolm was winning.

When he called,
he said he was up 20,000.

You know of any, uh,
high-stakes poker games on the res?

Not until Jacob Nighthorse
finishes building his casino.

All the games I know of don't have
that kind of money on the line.

Where's Malcolm get that kind of money
to gamble with?

- I didn't think he was a wealthy man.
- He was not.

As president, he could have access
to expense accounts or...

Maybe he was taking kickbacks
from contractors.

I hope not.

The man's reputation was beyond clean.

The idea that he had a gambling problem,
or that he was corrupt...

That is incendiary stuff.

As your campaign advisor,
I would keep it to yourself...

...until you have proof.

Since when are you
my campaign advisor?


Walt, this appears to be
a straight-up robbery.

Possibly. But robbery's no reason
to move the body.

- Sheriff. Any news?
- Can we talk in private?

Malcolm Eaglestar
had a gambling problem.

- That doesn't sound like him.
- No.

It wouldn't look good for the president
of the Tribal Council to be a gambler.

Especially when he's supposed to make
rulings on a huge new casino development.

That's a serious accusation, Walt.

- I'd tread carefully with that one.
- I know you would, Mathias.

In fact, I think you already have.

I couldn't help but notice how oddly
cooperative you've been with me.

You even assigned me the search sector
where Malcolm's body ended up.

And now that I learn what a political
hot-potato this investigation...

What are you getting at, sheriff?

I want you to show me where you found
Malcolm Eaglestar's body.

Before you moved it.

This is where I found Malcolm.

I recognized his voice
and figured he'd be...

...somewhere along the road to his house.

He was dead when I got here.
Loaded him up.

Backed out across the same tire tracks.

Then I drove him over the line.

I should arrest you
for tampering with evidence.

You should. But you won't.

And why's that?

You've already removed
one of our police chiefs from office.

You do it again, voters might think
you have some sort of vendetta...

...against us tribal cops.
And the Cheyenne.

You decided to give me a tainted murder
right before an election...

...so I wouldn't have a choice.
- I didn't have any options.

You could've solved the case yourself.

This is the president of the
Tribal Council, sheriff.

If the killer's from the res, accusing the
wrong person could cost me my badge.

If the killer's not from the res,
I'd have no power...

...to bring him to justice.
- What if you never find the killer?

- Then I'm screwed.
- No, Mathias, I am.

If anyone takes the fall on this,
it'll be me.

- All this is inadmissible in court.
- Why are you so negative, sheriff? Hm?

You have a better chance of solving this
as an outsider than I do as an insider.

And much better for you
that an outsider...

...exposes your president's
gambling problem.

Believe it or not,
I just want this case solved.

Come on, sheriff.

Can you look me in the eye and tell me
you've never broke the law...

...for the right reason?

You find his cell phone?

- Ruby.
RUBY: Hi, Walt.

Some members of the Tribal Council
are waiting in your office.

And Omar just dropped
these keys off for you.

Said you could use his truck
while yours is in the shop.

- Thanks, Ruby.
- There you go.

Oh, uh, Ruby. Could you call Cady?

Tell her her credit-card bills
still coming to my house?


And could you look up the date
that Freddy Whitehawk turned up dead?


That was the 21st.


- Vic?
VIC: Hm?

This is Malcolm's phone.

Find out who he called,
who called him on the day he died.

No way. I searched every inch
of that crime scene.

I was on with the phone company.
They said it was impossible to trace.

That somebody had removed the battery
or it was dead.

Probably be faster to charge it
and get the calls...

...rather than wait for
the phone company.

- Where the hell did you get this?
- I got a meeting with the tribal elders.

BARLOW: Woo-hoo.
- So you're a big gambler.

You ever play cards
with Malcolm Eaglestar?

Oh, wow.

Here I thought we were just doing
some father-and-son bonding.

You have got to work on your subtlety.

I do like your intent, however.

- Nice shot.
- Thank you.

So you aware of any high-stakes games
in the area?

That depends.

By giving you this information,
am I helping you...

...or Walt Longmire?
- Me.

You didn't use the last piece
of information I gave you.

This information pertains
to a murder case, not an election.

An election you're gonna lose,
if you're not careful.



I know you'd rather see me
tear Walt down.

But if I can be the one to break open
the Malcolm Eaglestar murder case...

...could mean more votes.


Okay, we'll try it your way, this once.

I'll get you an address.

Just make sure
it can't be traced back to me.

But now you owe me one.

Malcolm Eaglestar. You have no honor.

You ruined my marriage.
My life has no worth anymore.

When I find you,
you're gonna wish you were already dead.

That's the tame one.

There's two more
that are even more graphic.

All the calls were placed from
the same blocked number, two days ago.

- I have to call the phone company.
- Guy sounds a little drunk.

We're thinking this was a robbery.

It sounds like Malcolm was
having an affair with this guy's wife.

Malcolm left his first wife, right?

It's possible
he could be on the prowl again.

I think I may have found the location
of that poker game, Walt.

In my office, Branch.

I got a tip that this game's
been going on for years.

I also got an address.

- Where'd you get your tip from?
- Can't reveal my sources.

Want me to check it out?


I want you to go
to the Rusty Parrot in Jackson.

That's more than three hours away.
What am I looking for?

I want you check the registry and see if
my daughter was there, the day that...

...Freddy Whitehawk died. The 21st.

And check if you were there too.

Because I seem to recall...

...bringing you back from a romantic
getaway that night in Jackson.

Or you could save yourself the drive
and be a man and tell me to my face.


I was dating your daughter
for six months.

I didn't say anything about it because
my personal life is none of your business.

You're my deputy.
That makes it my business.

Does that mean, when I'm sheriff,
I get to snoop around...

...in your private affairs?
- If you become sheriff, Branch, if.

And this has nothing to do with the
election. This is about my daughter.

You might want to talk to her, then, Walt.

Because it was her idea
to keep our dating a secret.

She didn't think you'd handle
the news very well.

- I can't imagine why.
- The news, I can take.


That's a different story.

RUBY [OVER RADIO]: Walt, where are you?
Nobody knows where you are.

Detective Fales
from the Denver P.D. Called again.

Please call him back.


- You looking to get scarred?
WALT: Nope.

I'm here for the poker game.

This is the only poker around here.

You sure you don't want
to grab a chair, sheriff?

I'm talking about the poker game that
Malcolm Eaglestar played in last night.

At this address.
Now, what's going on in there?


Guess I better go see for myself.


Ha, ha, ha!



Put your hands up!

Do it! Get them up!


- I have the right to remain silent.
- Then shut the hell up.

And you don't need
to assign me an attorney.

I got one that'll be
your biggest nightmare.

BRANCH: Surprise.
Most of these guys have records.

Then we need to keep a close eye on them.
And their friends back at the club.

I think you should camp out there.
Tell me who goes in and out.

- You just want me to sit out there?
- Yup.

- While you're here, questioning everyone.
- Great idea. Now, you better get moving.



What the hell was that all about?

The usual. Ferg.


Come with me.

- I'm not talking.
- Let's see about that.

So. You been a member
of this club for how long?


That long? Right.

Well, your new leathers tell me otherwise.

But you got a face for poker,
I can see that.

But you have a tell.

No anger in your eyes.

- I don't think you're in that gang.
- Oh, yeah?

You owe them no loyalty.

I wanna know if the name Malcolm Eaglestar
means anything to you.

He was at that poker game
two nights ago.

I can't tell you anything.
Those guys out there will kill me.

I'm not talking.


Vic. Come in here.
Bring a pen and paper.

You, uh, identify the angry guy
from Malcolm's voicemail yet?

- You sure you wanna talk in front of him?
- He's not talking. What do you got?

I, uh, traced the call to a tribe member,
Reuben Lamebull.

He's not answering his cell phone.

But I did get an address,
if you wanna go talk to him.


Ferg. Come in here.
And bring that tape recorder.

What do you need me to do?

Go grab us lunch from the Busy Bee.

Two, uh, chicken-fried steak sandwiches.
No mayo for Vic.


Wait. What do you think you're doing?

- Apologies. What do you want to eat?
- Nothing.

- Get him a Cobb salad.
- It's very good.

If you sit in here much longer,
they're gonna think you're spilling.

And when I put you back in that cell,
I'm gonna confirm it.

And they're not gonna be too happy
about that.

Or, you can tell me what you know
and I can let you slip out that door.

And we can make that salad to go.

Okay, I'm not in the gang.

I was at a biker rally in Sturgis
for vacation.

On my way back, I heard about the game.

- Was Malcolm Eaglestar there?
- Yeah, the Indian. Like, a real one.

Yeah, he was up in the game, early on.

On this one hand, uh, he had a deuce pair,
off-suit. Then on the turn...

- What did he come away with?
- Nothing. He lost it all in a few hands.

He left broke?

- You sure?
JEFF: Oh, yeah.

Oh, that guy would have bought in again
if he had any cash left on him.

Jeff, I think you should get out of town
as soon as possible.

Vacation's over.


No cash on him.

I guess robbery is looking less
and less like the motive.

So that leaves Reuben Lamebull's
threatening voicemails.

The lawyer for the club's waiting for Walt.

He can say what he wants,
I'm not letting those bikers go.

They were running an illegal card game.

Their illegal winnings
have been posted as bail.

But that's almost beside the point.

That lawyer is also here to file
an excessive force charge against you.

It's all subjective.

One man's excessive force
is another man's gentle persuasion.

Nobody died, right?

Ferg, go help Ruby deal
with that lawyer. Vic.

Let's you and I go find Reuben Lamebull.

- Walter. This is a serious matter.
- I'll deal with it later.

- Do you want me to call Cady?
- No, I do not.


Did you know that Branch
was dating Cady?

Why didn't you tell me, Vic?

There are things
that you don't tell me too.

Like how you miraculously
found Malcolm's cell phone.

But you know what?
I figure you have your reasons.

- What are your reasons for not telling me?
- No proof.

If I've learned anything from you, it's to
not talk until the facts are on my side.

I know this sucks.
But you can't let it get to you.

Nothing gets to me.

DARLA: Yeah?
- Mrs. Lamebull?

For the moment.

If you're looking for Reuben,
he ain't here.

- Is that his handiwork?
- It's a lovers' quarrel.

It's not like he got out of it
without one himself.

- So. Why did you fight?
DARLA: What day is it?

Was it because you were sleeping
with Malcolm Eaglestar?

Ha, ha, ha. Hell, no.

Reuben accused Malcolm
of destroying his marriage.

Well, I am divorcing Reuben
because of the letter Malcolm sent.

- What letter?
- The letter telling Reuben...

...that he's getting
kicked out of the tribe.

Disenrollment, they call it.

- What'd he do to get disenrolled?
- Oh, could be anything.

He's a real prick.

You're divorcing your husband
because he got kicked out of the tribe?

Well, without tribal membership,
Reuben wouldn't get tribal benefits.

Including a share of the casino profits.

And that's worth
thousands of dollars a month.

And without the money, I just don't
see the point of being married to him.

Sue me, I'm a gold digger.

Darla, you think it's possible Reuben
could've killed Malcolm Eaglestar?

You think he killed that guy? Over me?


Reuben was kicked out of the tribe
for an unknown reason.

He felt cheated out of money
from the casino.

He blamed Malcolm Eaglestar.

Darla said that Malcolm sent him
the disenrollment letter.

Those went out already?

I heard the council
was still debating that issue.

Well, someone decided something.

Malcolm recently introduced
a controversial resolution...

...to change the blood quantum
requirements for membership in the tribe.

- Sorry. Blood quantum?
- To be considered a member of the tribe...

...you have to be a certain percentage
of Cheyenne blood.

Based on the new rules, some people
who've been considered members...

...of the tribe their whole lives
would be suddenly out.

Reuben must've fallen
below the new blood requirement.

- Why make a law like that now?
- To thin out the ranks.

With less members, it means a bigger
share of the profits from the new casino.

You got any idea
how many people were disenrolled?

I don't know for sure, but I heard
it was somewhere around 60.


That really narrows down
our suspect list.

Why didn't any of you think to mention
this blood quantum resolution?

We were still in the midst of trying to figure
out how to handle such a delicate matter.

No one was aware that
Malcolm had sent those letters.

One of the affected tribe members,
Reuben Lamebull...

...made some
pretty serious threats to Malcolm.

And I gotta believe he's not the only one
who was pissed off by this.

Which is why we asked you
to give us a list...

...of everyone who received
one of those letters.

Now, Henry and Mathias will track down
everyone on that list...

...to see if they've got an alibi.

Shouldn't be too hard to find
these people.

Half of them are old and infirm.

Laura Howling Crane is in a wheelchair.

Horace Dullknife. He's 80.

That resolution
never should have passed.

VIC: More than half you voted for it.
ANITA: Actually, we didn't.

Malcolm used a legislative trick
to get it through.

He called a meeting when he knew
several of us couldn't attend.

Then he put a motion to a vote.
And it barely passed.

It wasn't a trick.
You were invited to the meeting.

On a Friday night, when you knew Anita
and I were in Pine Ridge.

It wasn't an easy decision,
but it was the right one.

I don't want some white kid who says...

...he's one thirty-second Cheyenne
taking money out of our pockets.

How can you banish someone who has
lived his entire life as a Cheyenne?

That is who they are.

This is not just about money.
This is about people losing their culture.

Sometimes we have to make decisions...


...that are bad for individuals
but good for the tribe.

Malcolm did this for himself.

He didn't think
about the good of the tribe.

He was swimming in gambling debts...

...and he saw this as an easy way
to pay them off.

I was his wife.
I knew him, better than most.

And I know he sold out his tribe
to get out of debt.

Actually, that's not true.

Malcolm had no debts.

You don't know my husband.

I'm not saying he didn't struggle
with a gambling problem.

But I am saying
that he owed no one money.

Why are you so certain of that, Jacob?

Because I bought his debt.

- You bought it?
JACOB: I did.

I wanted to make sure no one
could influence his decisions.

No one could force him to act
against his own judgment.

He may have had demons,
but he was his own man.

That was Mathias.
We got a situation with Reuben Lamebull.

Test me again. Test my blood again.

Put the gun down, Reuben,
or we can't talk.

I am Cheyenne.
I'm more Cheyenne than any of them.

Calm down, Reuben.


This is Cheyenne blood.
Test it. You'll see.

Test me again.


The dude is whacked
but his gun is a different caliber.

It doesn't match the one
that killed Malcolm.

No. Didn't seem like Reuben knew
anything about that poker game, either.

- So motive, but no opportunity. Hey.
- Hey.

Hey, punk.

I got off the phone
with the motorcycle club's lawyer.

- He's not messing around, Dad.
- I'll be all right.

You can't keep avoiding this situation.

- Just watch him.
- Dad.

Those bikers? They say that
you used excessive force.

This is not a nuisance suit.
That is a serious charge.

- You believe them?
- If it was just one, maybe not.

But there are 10 of them
on the complaint.

"DB Turner, Jonas White, Mika Dullknife."



Dad. Please? I'm trying to help you. I...

- I'm doing this because I care about you.
- Care about me?

Sleeping with Branch
is how you show you care about me?

Ever since I got that credit-card bill
of yours.

- Heh. You read my mail?
- Glanced at it. I thought it was mine.

I saw the charge from the Rusty Parrot.

How can you stand there and talk to me,
go to breakfast with me, hug me?

All this time, all the while,
dating Branch behind my back?

The only thing I can come up with,
you wanted to hurt me.

Yeah, well, you know what?
That's not true.

Because if I wanted to hurt you,
I would have told you.

Dad. It was just...
It was just something that happened.

- It really wasn't about you.
- He works for me.

He's trying to take my job away from me.

You weren't running
when we got together.

Okay? And it seemed like
you were ready to retire...

...and pass the reins off to a deputy.

- You told him to run.
- No, I didn't tell him to run.

- But I didn't discourage him.
- I can't believe this.

I can't believe you.

Who are you to tell me
who I can and can't see?

I've put my whole life on hold to be here
and take care of you.

I spent the last year of my life
trying to put you back together.

And what about me?
What about my life, Dad?


I'm sorry I've been such a burden.

Allow me to relieve you of that burden.

Well, not that you care,
but we broke up two weeks ago.



We have been working down
the list of disenrolled members.

Lots of angry people.
But lots of older people with alibis.

There was one guy on that list whose name
came up at that meeting, Horace Dullknife.

- You talk to him yet?

Horace is part of the planning committee
for the basketball tournament.

They had a potluck dinner that night.
Lots of witnesses.

- Horace have a son named Mika?
- I believe he does.

And presumably, if a father doesn't
meet the new blood requirements...

...his children aren't going to either.

That depends on how much
Cheyenne blood the mother has...

...but in most cases, yeah, you're right.

I saw Mika Dullknife's name on a complaint
filed against me by a biker gang.

If he's in that gang, he knew that Malcolm
was at that poker game that night.

Motive meets opportunity.

How you gonna bring him in?
I know Mika.

I seriously doubt
he's gonna come along peacefully.

- I may need your help.
- I'm listening.

- Hey. You seen this guy?
- Yeah.

He went in around 10.
Hasn't come back out.

You know, you're a moron, by the way.

I don't remember asking
for your opinion on the matter.

- You don't shit where you eat.
- She's an adult.

- She made her own decisions.
- Then don't shit where I eat.

- I'm done talking to you about...
- Whatever.

- Vic.
- Just so you know, the word is out.

He took it out on Cady this afternoon.

- Mika's inside.
- Good.

Ferg. Hop in.

Vic, you and Branch go in
the front entrance, ask for Mika.

If he comes peacefully, take him.

I'll head to the back,
in case Mika tries to run.

- Wanna go in the front?



We're looking for Mika Dullknife.

Come on, man. This is harassment.

Not yet, it isn't.

But if that's what you want.

Mika's in the stock room.
I'll go get him.

We'll come with.





Take him.

Get over!

Time for Plan B.


We're headed towards
the reservation, off Route 14.

We need to get him off the highway.

- Are you in position?
- Good to go.



- Let go of me.

- I'm arresting you.
- What for?

For killing Malcolm Eaglestar.

- You can't do nothing to me on res land.
- That's true.

Except Malcolm Eaglestar
was killed off the res in my county.

We're a little more aggressive
about prosecuting murderers.

No, man.

- He was on the res.
- How would you know that...

...unless you're the one who shot him?

All right.

You got me. I did it.

- He begged for mercy and I didn't give it.
- You should be ashamed.

All those people Malcolm kicked off
the tribe were good people.

Malcolm betrayed them. And for what?

So he could gain some more money
from some casino?

So he could squander it at the poker table,
laughing as he lost?


Malcolm deserved to die
a coward's death.

And there's nothing you can do about it.

But there is, Mika.

I wasn't tricking you before.

- I found his body in his car, off the res.
- No, man.

We were on the res, I know it.

You should've brought a map, Mika.

That body was in the county.

Then, somebody moved him.

Now, who would do a thing like that?

You do what you gotta do with me,

I'm good with myself.

My family's gonna be rewarded
for what I did.

What do you mean,
your family's gonna be rewarded?


- Sheriff.
- Jacob.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I just gave my report
to the Tribal Council.

- I'm sure they appreciated that.
- They did.

I also found out that
Anita is taking over as chairman...

...until an interim election can be held.

And they're deciding now
who'll take her lower-level position.

Apparently you're the front-runner,
which confused me...

...since you're not a member
of the Cheyenne tribe.

That's right.

Because I don't meet
the blood quantum requirement.

Did you know that the U.S. Government
only quantifies three things by blood?

Dogs, horses and Indians.

I've never seen dogs or horses
exploit their own kind for personal profit.

- You are a cynical man, you know that?
- Not cynical. Just suspicious.

Suspicious that all these terrible
things happen and somehow...

...when the dust settles,
you're a candidate for the Tribal Council.

- Couldn't that just be my good fortune?
- Could be.

Or it could be this.
You buy Malcolm's debt.

You talk him into passing legislation
that raises the blood quantum.

Then you find Mika, who is especially
angered by the disenrollment.

You convince him that if Malcolm
is somehow removed from the council...

...you will take over the vacant post
and repeal the blood quantum.

And his family will be reinstated
back into the tribe.

You overestimate me, Walt.

I think you might underestimate me,


I tried to warn you.

I know. I'm sorry.

I've been avoiding your calls...

...because I thought
you were trying to get back together.

I was, the first couple days. But I get it.

You've made it pretty clear
that we're done.


You all right?

He's pretty mad.

Well, you did kind of lie to him
for six months.

So did you.

He'll get over it.

With you, yeah. You're his daughter.

- But me?
- Branch. I am so sorry.

Don't be.

I don't regret a single moment.

But you do realize that
I really only have two choices now.

- What do you mean?
- Well, either I gotta quit, or I gotta beat him.

And I'm no quitter.

[English - US - SDH]