Longmire (2012–2017): Season 2, Episode 10 - Election Day - full transcript

♪ [music playing] ♪

[Ruth] We're year-round, now.
So, I can finally vote for you.

We just got to
get out that vote!

I appreciate it.

May I borrow the sheriff,
for just a moment?

Uh... What for?

I think she's asking you
to dance.

I'm not sure
that's such a, such a...

Oh, come on!

All right, sheriff!

[Guests cheering]



Hung me out to dry, there.

Price of politics.

Do you want to dance?

Two vodka tonics, ma'am.

Thank you.

Ruby.

- Oh, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

I thought maybe you got lost.

That block of ice is charming,

but it's not a very
efficient way to make a drink.

Look at Ferg.
Isn't he light on his feet?

Fergster!

[All cheering]

That was great.



You bet.

I've been asked to say

a few words
about tomorrow's election.

We have all grown accustomed

to the modern drumbeat
for change.

Our opponent seems
particularly fond of the word.

And while I believe that
change can be good,

I do think people
too often underestimate

the value of things
that never change.

[Cheering]

My friend Walt
is one of those things.

Who would ask him
to change his loyalty,

his honesty,

his intelligence and compassion?

Not me.

Though some of us do think

that maybe it is time
he got a cell phone.

But...

other than that...

Sheriff?

Speech!

[Cheering]

Walt, Walt, Walt,

Walt, Walt, Walt, Walt, Walt,

Walt, Walt, Walt, Walt,
Walt, Walt, Walt, Walt,

Walt, Walt, Walt, Walt!

Uh...

Okay.

Uh...

Thanks.

Walt, come on...

That's not necessary.

I'll get that in the morning.

Doesn't seem right to

leave you with a mess.

So...

Who said anything
about you leaving?

I'm sorry,
I... I got a big day.

Yeah...

Got to get your rest.

Right, I, uh...

Yeah.

It's votin' day!

Hello?

Dad?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

All right, hey-hey!

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you. You, too.

You've got to be kidding me!

Hey, we're stepping up
to retail politics, now, man.

Look at this!

No, seriously...

You know, a town this small,

the whole thing
can come down to,

you know,
getting a few more of your

people to show up at the polls,

a few less of the other guy's.

Got to get the vote out!

In this thing?

Yeah...

Dress for the job you want,
not the job you have.

The job I want is sheriff,

not '80s heavy metal
lead singer.

I can take my own car.

- Nah!
- Yeah.

Aw...

Look at this:
He's gonna take his own car!

Man of the people.

Thank you.

Walt has rubbed off on you,
more than you realize.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Cady...

What brings you here?

Oh, I just came to wish
my dad luck on the big day.

Oh.

Uh, he hasn't come in,
yet, today.

That's weird,

I was just at his house
and there was no sign of him.

Oh, maybe he stopped to vote.

Why don't you have a cup
of coffee and wait for him?

Oh, um...

Oh.

Thanks, but I promised Henry
I'd go get out the vote.

You know,
a lot of people on the rez

don't have cars.

So, I'm gonna shuttle them
to their polling places.

- Hmm.
- Nice.

See you guys later.

- Buh
- Bob...

Uh...

How did you get in here?

Through the front door.

Front door has been locked,
since 2 a.m.

Well, I fell asleep
in the bathroom.

And then, I came out here
and everyone was gone.

The door was locked
and I fell asleep, out here.

After helping yourself
to some drinks.

And food.

Look, I didn't mean
to steal anything,

Henry, you know that, I just...

There just wasn't anybody
here to serve me.

Why did you not think to call
someone to come get you?

Well, I would've called
my lady-friend,

but Yelena broke up with me,
if you can believe it.

Heartbreak or no,

you need to call someone
to come pick you up.

I was startin' to wonder

if you were even gonna show up.

I just wanted to wait

for the lunch crowd
to clear out.

Yeah, makes sense.

Any idea which way
things are leanin'?

I can't tell you
anything like that,

you know that.

Just the one?

And then, they took away
my driver's license,

on account of my vision.

Hmm.

I didn't think
I was gonna be able to vote.

Well, I'm happy to help.

Know who I voted for?

That's really
none of my business.

Longmire!

[Crowd cheering]

All right, now, you all know me:

I'm an Indian
and I'm proud of my heritage.

So you must understand

how strongly
I believe in this man,

when I say to you:

We all need to forget the past.

It's time to look to the future!

And the future is stepping out
of his patrol car,

as we speak.

Give it up for
Mr. Branch Connally!

Thank you.

[Crowd cheering]

Beautiful day.

Thank you very much.

Think fast!

Oop, nice toss.

Looking good, people.

Hey, Henry.

Thought you could use these.

He was supposed to
hand them out to people

and I found them in a closet.

Ah, yes, he preferred
to run a silent campaign.

Ha.

Can I get you something to eat?

Yeah, sure,

I wouldn't mind
a little somethin'.

[Telephone ringing]

Oo...

Hold that thought.

Hey.

[Ferg] Hey, Vic,
I'm sorry to bug you.

I didn't think I should
bother Branch or Walt.

What's up, Ferg?

Somebody just called in
a car accident.

That sucks.

I know.

And I got to stay here,
manning the phones,

until Ruby finishes
counting the votes.

No, it's fine.
Tell me where I have to go.

[Telephone ringing]

[Ferg] Sheriff's station.

Hey, Ferg, it's me.

So I'm out here
at this accident site?

It's the weirdest thing.

It's like a double hit-and-run.
Who'd you say called this in?

Guy didn't leave his name.

He just said he saw
the wreck, as he drove by.

Oh, no.

Ferg...

Send an ambulance,
right away, okay?

Cady.

[Henry] Walt, we just spoke
to the head of Trauma.

She was unresponsive,
when she came into the E.R.,

so, they rushed her
straight to surgery.

[Vic] It's gonna be
a few more hours,

depending on what they find.

[Life support beeping]

Walt, did you hear what we said?

Oh, my God...

I just heard.

Is she okay?

I need to take a walk.

Is she okay?

It's hard to say.
She's in surgery.

It's pretty bad, though.

I just wish there was
something we could do.

Well, we can find
the son-of-a-bitch

who hit her.

You're right.

Looks like you took some photos.

Yeah...

So I went out there.

And as far as I can tell,
Cady was out of the car,

changing a flat tire.

I found

a carjack
and these lug-nuts

on the side of the road.

Now,

when the Pontiac smashed into

her wagon...

It must have sent her flying.

It's okay, Ferg.

How could somebody...

do something like this and then,
just leave the scene?

I know.

[Clears throat]

So who owns that car?

Um...

No plates.

Uh, and I couldn't
get through the doors.

So I broke through
the passenger window

and I checked
the glove compartment.

And I found
a expired registration.

Guy named Darren Tooman
in Montana is listed on it

And I found a fifth of bourbon
on the front seat,

on the front seat.

Now, I know that with Ruby away,

somebody's supposed to be here,

but I'm going to Montana
to find the owner of that car.

We got voicemail.
I'm going with ya.

Hey, Ferg. No sticker?

What?

Don't forget to do
your civic duty, today.

I am doing my civic duty.

Why's he so upset?

'Cause his friend,
your ex-girlfriend,

is in critical condition
after getting' hit by a car.

Cady?

Yeah.

Careful, Ferg...

Paper on the windows can
sometimes mean meth-house, okay?

[Man humming]

Oh, shit!

Ferg.

Darren Tooman?

Yeah?

- Get up.
- Okay.

I owned that Sprint
since high school...

but it was just...

it was just sittin' in the yard,

so, I... I sold it,
a few months ago.

There's no record
of that sale, Darren.

Well, I sold it on Craigslist.

The guy paid cash.

Or he kinda...
He overpaid, to be honest.

But I sent in my part

of the transfer of sale
to the state of Montana.

But if the buyer didn't
file his paperwork,

the sale never posted.

That car is still legally
registered to you.

Describe the guy that
bought the car, anything?

'Cause if you don't,

you might be liable
for manslaughter.

Oh...

What...
He was a white guy...

Brown Baseball cap...

And he called himself 'K-Dawg.'

Any news?

No.

You...

You want

coffee or somethin'?

No.

Great...

Great, thanks.

Okay, K-Dawg,

the guy who responded
to the Craigslist ad,

is Kellen Dawes.

And he lives in the county,
right on the Montana border.

Let's get there.

Hey, Ferg,
I know that you want to

do a good job for Walt,

but you need to
take it down a notch.

Why?

Why do I need to
take it down a notch?

I want to find this guy
and I want to...

And what?

You want to do what?

You want to hurt him?

Because if you go out there
like this, all jacked-up,

you're gonna do
somethin' stupid.

You're either gonna get
yourself in trouble

or you're gonna get
the bad guy out of trouble.

Maybe I should go talk to
Kellen Dawes by myself.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe you should.

It's gonna be okay.

[Man] Y'know,
it's supposed to be them,

sitting out here
and us in there.

They're supposed

to break their leg
on a trampoline or

get stitches
when their hand slips,

carving a pumpkin, you know?

It's, uh...
not supposed to be like this.

My, uh...

My son Troy,
he's a football player.

A damn good one.

And then, suddenly,
out of nowhere,

he just starts losing
all this weight.

I mean, it's crazy,

like, 30 pounds, in a few weeks.

And they don't know
what's wrong.

Centuries of science

and they can't tell me
what's wrong with my son.

It's our fault.

We're supposed
to take care of 'em.

We forget to and start
thinkin' about ourselves.

We go out and have a good day.

We think about
our own happiness,

instead of theirs.

The world decides
to even things out.

Kellen Dawes?

Yes?

You mind putting the gun down?

Show me your hands?

I do.
But I will, anyways.

Thanks.

That's a nice rifle.

Only because I take care of it.

I can see that.

But I'm more
interested in a car:

An old Sprint.
You know that car?

Of course I do.

Worst $500 I ever spent.

Then, a couple weeks ago,
somebody stole it.

Why didn't you report it stolen?

Why do you even care
about that stupid car?

Because it was involved
in a hit-and-run.

That's really too bad.

Everybody okay?

No.

Well,

I can tell you I didn't have
nothin' to do with it.

Then, you won't mind me

takin' a look around
your property?

Knock yourself out.

[Branch] So what are we doing
to find the guy that hit Cady?

What are we doing?

Well, Vic and I went
to Montana and back.

But I'm not really sure
what you've been doing.

You...

You pissed at me?

Honestly, I've been pissed
at you for months now.

Me? What'd I do?

You could have dated anybody.

Why did it have to be Cady?

Wow, um...

I had no idea
that you even liked her.

Yeah, well...

There you have it.

- I don't know what to say.
- Just forget it.

Where'd they take the cars?

Print shed.

You...

You want to come along?

No, I got to...

stay here, in case Vic calls.

She's gonna be okay, Walt.

Uh...

[clears throat]

Thought you'd want to know

where we stand with the driver.

The owner of record

sold the car to a guy
named Kellen Dawes.

But Kellen says
the car was stolen,

a couple weeks ago.

Whoever drove the car
left behind blood.

There'd be cuts and scrapes...

Worse.

Kellen didn't have any
that I could see,

so I'm inclined to believe him.

Checked with all the hospitals,

to see if anyone's

come in with consistent injuries

in the last 24 hours and...

Nothin'.

So I guess...

That I'm nowhere.

I'm so sorry, Walt.

Check the drugstores.

Security cameras.

Look for anybody who came in
to buy first aid supplies...

Gauze, bandages, disinfectant.

After what they did,

they'd stay away from hospitals

and doctors' offices.

Okay.

Hey, Walt?

You won.

What?

The election.

Oh.

We must have gone through

half the pharmacy
security tapes in Montana.

I got a couple left.

What are we supposed to do,

if our mystery driver had
all the first aid stuff on hand?

We're supposed to
try everything, right?

No, I know.
Just seems like a longshot.

I got one.

Check this out, Vic.

Oh, my God.

I know: Bandages,

pain meds, ice packs.

No, I know that guy.

That's the kid that said
that his car was stolen.

That's Kellen Dawes.

[Vic] Kellen?

Kellen, stop!

[Panting]

What are you doin'?

I'm in Montana, now.

You don't have jurisdiction,
over here.

That's the state line?

Yeah.

That's the state line,
right there.

How can you be so sure?

I've lived here all my life.

I know where the state line is.

Yeah.

Hey!

You can't do this.

You don't have authority,
over here!

You're overlooking
one thing, Kellen:

I don't give a shit
whether or not

I have authority in Montana!

You hit a girl
with your car and you ran.

You're under arrest!

It wasn't me, I swear.

Then what were you doin'

buyin' first aid supplies
at a pharmacy,

an hour after the accident?

It was for a friend!

I loaned him my car.
He came back all messed up.

What friend?

Shit.

Billy?

Open up!

Where's your dad?

He's not here.

Ow, you're...
you're hurtin' me!

You're under arrest!
Get up!

What... What...
What'd I ever do?

Hit my daughter with a car
and left her to die!

Ah!

Get in!

How drunk were you?

I wasn't...

I swear.

Bullshit.

We found a fifth of bourbon
in the front seat.

Not to mention the fact

that you felt the need to flee
the scene of the accident.

Nobody does that,

unless they have
somethin' to hide.

How drunk were you?

I told you: I wasn't drunk!

I mean...

Not very.

But I was okay to drive.

My unconscious daughter...

would argue otherwise.

My dad called me
from the Red Pony

and he asked me for a ride home.

My car's in the shop,

so I borrowed
my friend Kellen's.

And while I was on my way
over to get Dad,

Kellen texted me.

And I didn't think
it was a big deal to read it.

But I must've taken
my eyes off of the road

for a second.

And that's when
I hit the parked car.

I was dazed,
'cause I hit my head.

I didn't even see
your daughter, at first.

It wasn't until after
I got out that I saw her,

over in the grass.

If you saw her,

why did you run?

I was Sc...
I was scared.

You realize she could've died
if nobody found her?

I'm so sorry, sheriff!

I did call 911, I swear.

Book him.

Driving while intoxicated,
reckless endangerment,

driving an unregistered vehicle,

fleeing the scene
of an accident...

And anything else
you can think of.

[Mobile ringing]

Yeah.

Mornin', Branch.

Look, I know it sucks,

but that was no way
to handle it.

What are you talkin' about?

I had a room full of people,
man, of...

60 supporters of yours,

waiting to drown
their sorrows with you

and you don't even show up.

Can't get you on the phone.

Nobody likes losing an election,

especially not
by such a slim margin.

How slim was it?

You lost by 17 votes.

And if you want
to win the next one,

you're gonna have to learn
to give the people

who helped you
a little more respect.

Honestly, Jacob...

I got bigger things
to worry about.

[Knocking on door]

Walt, got to talk to ya.
It's about Billy.

There's nothin' I can do
for your son, Bob.

He did a bad thing.
There's gonna be consequences.

Except he didn't.

Billy didn't do
what he said he did.

It was me. I was drivin'.

I've been drinkin'
for a few days

and Yelena broke up with me.

And...

Billy came to pick me up,
but I made him let me drive.

Trying to prove somethin'
to him, I guess.

Then...

When we hit Cady's car,
he told me to take off.

Said he wasn't as drunk as me.

Because of my record,

I'd probably get
in more trouble.

So, you have to arrest me, Walt,
not Billy.

I did it.

Yah!

Yah!

Gah...

Get up.

Come on!

You're comin' with me.
Come on.

There it is.
That's the car you hit.

That's the car you were drivin',

before you walked away.

Get in.

Get in there, behind the wheel.

Tell me everything
about what happened.

Stop!

You didn't crawl out
of this wreck, Bob.

Your son did.

He was skinny enough

and panicked enough
to tear free.

He squeezed his way out.

And this car was headin'
towards the Red Pony,

not away from it.

Your son hadn't even
picked you up, yet.

Now, tell me, Bob:

How'd you really get those cuts?

These cuts are not
from yesterday,

they're fresh.

Tell me the truth, Bob.

When I found out...

When I found out you arrested...

When you arrested Billy,

I had to do somethin'!
I had to do somethin'!

I mean, this whole,
damn thing was my fault!

If I wasn't such
a worthless drunk,

Billy wouldn't have even been
in the same place!

He wouldn't've even been there!

Oh, God...

[sobbing]

So, I broke a bottle,

I cut myself up,

because I wanted to convince ya

that I did this
to your daughter, Walt.

I did it.

I may not have been
driving the damn car,

but I did this!

It was my fault!

And I should be punished.

Not Billy.

Please, God, Walt.

Oh...

My life is over.

And I have wasted it.

But don't let me
ruin my son's life.

I deserve to be punished,
not Billy.

[Ferg] So do we need this
in triplicate?

No, just initial it.

I have a signed confession that
Bob Barnes was the driver.

I got a signed confession
from Billy

saying the same thing.

He said, he said.
I believe Bob.

Release him, Ferg.

No.

I won't.

Dad?

What's goin' on?

[Walt] Come on.

Branch, there's nothing
in the tread-walls.

You sure?
It's practically brand-new.

I know.

It's crazy.

No nails, screws, nothin'.
You want to buy a new tire?

No, I want to fix this one.

Look, maybe...

Maybe the leak's not
in the tread.

Maybe...
Maybe it's in the sidewall.

Oh...

[bell dinging]

[Man] Hey, come on!

Listen, I got to go ring up
those customers.

I'll be right back.

Hey, yeah, sorry for the wait.

Let me look at that part.

Hey, punk.

I thought, if I could...

If I could figure out
who hit you...

I could find who to blame...

That would, somehow, fix this.

But here you still are.

I haven't fixed anything.

They say this was
all a horrible accident.

But this wasn't an accident.

This was because of me.

I found Bob Barnes in here,
yesterday morning...

Drunk.

I told him to call someone
to come pick him up.

I... I keep thinking...

What if I had driven him
home, myself?

If I had just...

This isn't about
any of that, Henry.

But it is our fault.

You don't do
what we did in Denver,

without there being
consequences.

I need to make things right.

You cannot confess
to a crime you did not commit.

I'm not talking
about confessing.

I need to set things straight
with the world...

With myself...

With Cady.

I've been selfish.

I have to make a sacrifice.

What are you saying?

I need eagle feathers.

I need your blessing
to do something

a white man
is not supposed to do.

No.

I need to do this, Henry.

There's nothing else I can do.

We are nothing
but flesh and muscle...

bones and blood.

It is all we have to give.

It is good you made
this vision quest,

to help your daughter.

You will suffer...

...and shed blood
for the one you love.

This is honorable.

Your suffering
will not be in vain,

as long as
you maintain your focus

on the healing vision.

[Lightning crashing]

You will return to the umbilical
connection to Mother Earth,

with this piercing.

Your communication with Maheyo

will be through the love
of our mother.

This way, your own thoughts

will not cloud
the healing vision.

Your sacrifice will be
made tangible,

through the shedding
of your blood and body.

Your silence will be heard.

♪ [singing in
foreign language] ♪