Echo

Maya is here?

Biscuits, where is she?

You look familiar. How come?

Maya's back.

Encourage her to pass through town without causing any trouble.

Yakoke.

Don't give me that look.

Well, halito to you too, Chula.

I'm just fine.

Well, you could do better than that.

Why don't we, uh,

go into my office?

Do you want to eat?

Cut the crap.

I didn't come here to get leg-humped by some old rez dog like you.

Ah, you used to melt like butter when I talked Indian to you.

That was a long time ago.

Doesn't have to be like that now.

Maya's back.

Yeah, I thought that might have something to do with it.

Come on in.

Go sit over there.

But that old chair hurts my back, you know?

What's this?

Biscuits near totaled my truck doing who knows what.

He's covering for Maya.

She's bringing trouble with her.

And now Biscuits is caught up in it.

She's too much like her father.

You don't know that. You don't even know her.

And you do?

You haven't seen her any more than I have in the last 20 years.

Oh really?

What's she up to, then?

Not for me to say.

Why don't you ask her?

Not likely.

You know, you two are exactly alike.

We are not alike.

Everything I've done has been to protect my family,

however much it hurt.

You lost your daughter.

Why don't you just swallow your pride before you lose your granddaughter, too?

I can't talk to her now.

I got nothing to say.

Well, maybe you shouldn't talk to her. Maybe you should just listen for once.

Don't disappoint me, Vickie.

Your intel won't be worth jack shit if she's gone.

Zane, I promise you, man. Maya's here.

We're still a few hours out.

Tonight, have her ready. Wait for my call.

One, two, three.

- God, give me a hand. - I am.

- One of youse gotta babysit her. - Or you could.

No. I gotta be out front when he gets here.

I'm the man on the inside.

All you gotta do is sit outside that door. What are you, scared?

I will babysit her since you two are too chickenshit.

Fine. Have fun.

Hello?

Shut up. Shut up.

Uncle Henry?

Uncle Henry?

- Hey. - Hey. I tried the front.

Yeah. Sorry.

Um, not a good time. Pretty busy.

I won't take very long. I...

I just have some questions I wanna ask.

- Uh, privately. - How about you call me tomorrow?

The rink's being audited by the IRS, and I'm just swimming in paperwork.

Yikes, the IRS? Is there anything I can do?

No no no. I'm good.

Probably shouldn't have deducted all that mileage on all those pairs of skates.

I'll, uh... I'll leave you to it.

Appreciate it. Night, Bonnie.

What the hell was that? Huh? Did you know she was coming around?

- Uh-uh. - Are more people coming around here? Go.

Dispatch? Dispatch, this...

Get in here.

I'm doin' it. I'm doin' it. Whoa.

Come on, Vickie. Let me smooth things out with Maya.

Tell her it was a misunderstanding.

That way, if you leave now,

you got nothing to worry about.

Only person with anything to worry about is her.

What did you do?

No. Maya brought this on herself, coming home.

Alls I did was accelerate the process.

You called someone?

Yeah, well, here's the thing, Henry.

I ain't taking orders no more. Not from you.

There's still a chance for you to get out of this alive.

You really think he's gonna pay you and then just let you walk out of here?

If I was you, Henry,

I would have turned her in myself, collect that bounty.

You left it up for grabs and I'm grabbing.

Vickie!

Come on, Vickie. I swear I heard something.

They might be loose.

Alright. Quickly, though. He's almost here.

Her zip ties. Told you I heard something.

Whoa, whoa whoa whoa. Don't shoot her.

If she's dead when they get here, we ain't getting paid.

Hey. Guns down.

I can talk to her.

Please.