The Big Sky (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - The Wolves Are Always Out for Blood - full transcript

Previously on Big Sky.

Please! Please let us go!

The walls are closing in
'cause you took those teenagers!

Or maybe because
you killed a cop!

Anything happens to me,

the trail leads right to you.

I'm a record keeper.

You don't think I got
an insurance policy.

I will do what's necessary.

Today's the first day
of the rest of your life.

Isn't that lovely?



Grace?

Hello?

Cody?! Danielle?!

- Help!
- Help us!

I feel we're close.

This whole thing
has rattled you.

If it isLegarski, we need
to see where he goes.

Hands!

He and whoever
he's been working with

have been one step
ahead of us this whole time.

It's getting too hot.

We have to move them.

He's on the move again.

I'm headed to The All In Bar.



I'll meet you there.

Freeze!

- One...
- Drop the gun.

- Two...
- I'm not kidding!

Three... four...

You're safe now.

Ms. Dewell.

There's another one out there.

I'm sorry?

The girls say there were two
abductors, the other one's a trucker.

Okay, but before we get to
that, what happened in there?

He had a gun, said
when he counted to five,

he was going to shoot.

He made it to four.

- And you shot him?
- I shot him.

We found the girls. The
younger sister's injured,

but it looks like
they'll be okay.

And Cody?

Not yet.

Hey, how's he looking?

Needed a hospital
20 minutes ago.

I need your gun.

We'll do the statement later.

Did you shoot...

Legarski was
working with someone.

It was a trucker
doing the kidnapping.

Cassie, Jenny,

my guys got it from here.

And that would be an order.

How do you know, a trucker?

It's what the girls
said. A trucker.

Just breathe.

Just do your breathing.

His blood pressure's dropping.

All right. Let's see if
we can stabilize him.

It looks like the
bullet's still in there.

Watch out! Coming through!

Rick!

Easy there, ma'am. I
got to get him through.

I'm his wife. What happened?

Your husband's been shot.
We're taking him to surgery.

- Let's get him some plasma.
- We're losing him.

Doctor, blood
pressure's dropping.

He's flatlining!

The body of private
investigator Cody Hoyt

was found earlier tonight,

and a Montana state
trooper has been shot

in connection to the kidnapping.

According to sources, a
manhunt is now underway

in search of a long-haul trucker

who was working in
concert with the trooper.

Police have issued
an all-points bulletin

and are urging...

Nobody knows my involvement

besides the trooper.

Has this trooper
told anyone else?

- A wife, or...
- He didn't.

How can you be so sure, Ronald?

Look. Right now, I
need to concentrate.

Can you appreciate that?

You are not to disrupt my focus.

Do... you... get... that?

Why would I want
to disrupt your focus?

Last time, it was a
waste of good cereal.

These girls... they
can identify me.

They have seen my face.

So as you might guess

I'm under a little
stress, Mother.

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't
mean to scare you.

The door was open.

Sorry. I thought, um...

Our parents are
just in the cafeteria.

They should be back soon.

How's the leg?

Still alive, almost kicking.

A real Allyson Felix?

We heard about Cody.

I'm so sorry.

The sketch artist is working on

the rendering of the trucker

based on your descriptions.

It should be coming
out today at some point.

In the meantime,

we're working on a profile,

and I was wondering

if maybe you might remember

anything that might help us.

He doesn't look like a psycho.

I mean, he is,

but he comes off vulnerable.

Sweet, even.

Sweet psycho.

The other one was worse.

Way worse. I'm glad
that you shot him.

No, no, no, no, no. Either
you and the police are right,

or the police are wrong
because you steered them wrong.

The girls identified your
husband as their captor.

I-I know how hard
this must be for you.

I

I understand. I do.

Do you?

I just shot somebody.

I feel responsible.

This is not on you.

It is. At least some.

We spent our days not
noticing one another,

day after day after day.

Imagine my capacity
to not see somebody.

- Tea?
- Yeah.

Yeah? Good.

So, these are all
of his documents

I could find in the office.

Um...

We're gonna do a service.

Something simple, small.

- Maybe you could help me plan that.
- Of course.

Yeah, I can do
anything you want.

Just... I can do
it all if you want.

I want it somewhat celebratory.

'Cause that's what
he would want.

You know, Cody died
on a rescue mission.

And it wasn't in vain.

And you continued that mission.

And you got those girls out.

Remember that.

First off, I should
have listened to you.

The idea of Rick
Legarski, couldn't fathom it.

I dropped the ball,
and I am sorry.

Let's just focus on
getting the other guy.

Well, it is our focus, Cassie.

Cannot be yours.

Would you prefer
we postpone this?

Would you prefer
we postpone this?

No. No. Let's do it.

All right.

Now, you said before
that he was counting to five.

- One...
- He started to count.

I

Two

kept telling him to drop

three

his weapon. Um

four...

I...

Four. Four. Four.

I kept telling him
to drop the gun.

And he wouldn't.

Did he point his weapon at you?

What?

Did he aim it at you?

It's okay if you don't remember.

He didn't point
his weapon at me.

But he said when he
got to the count of five...

Did he raise it?

I didn't want to
give him the chance.

Did he make a move at all?

I found him on site
with the missing girls,

and he was
threatening to shoot me.

So you shot him at four.

I shot him at four.

Look, it was him or me.

Deal with it. I have to.

Hello?

Hi, Merrilee. This is Mitchell.

I heard about what
happened. I saw on the news.

I apologize. At the risk
of being insensitive...

You've already crossed
that line, Mitchell.

This is not a good time.

I only called to offer
my sincere condolences.

I can't imagine what
you must be dealing with.

Thank you.

Is he...

Will he recover?

We don't know.

If he does, not as himself.

I'm so, so sorry.

If there's anything I can do

I'm hanging up, Mitchell.

What did she say?

He's not dead.

So, remind me...

Did you become a cowgirl
so you could show off,

or are you showing off
because you're a cowgirl?

You know what?
Don't even answer that.

Either way, I'm into it.

You would be.

You always liked to bite off
more than you could chew.

Are you serious?

I narrowed down
the list of possible rigs

based on the girls' description.

27 matches in Lewis
and Clark County,

four of which were hauling at
the same time of the kidnapping.

Jenny...

I-I got a buddy at the
Vehicle Service Bureau

checking on the registrations
of the rigs that match.

Once we get some
names, I'll pay them a visit.

This isn't where you should be.

I-It's where I need to be.

First, 'cause the
trucker's still out there.

And second...

And what?

I need to be strong for Justin.

At home, I just... wobble.

Cody always said,
just keep moving.

Just... Just move your feet.
Just... Just keep moving.

Move.

You know, I don't know much.

But life at its fullest...

Intense emotions,
both good and bad

I don't think we survive best
by running away from them.

How'd you get to be so smart?

Unfortunately, the hard way.

And, clearly, the
education continues.

Denise.

I know how much you adored him,

and how much you
took care of him.

We took care of each other.

If he was hiding
something in the house,

don't you think I
would have found it?

Well, we got to be sure.

I'm sorry.

Any progress?

Well, he's still with us,
which is kind of a miracle.

God's looking out
for him, I guess.

With all that's on God's plate,

I wouldn't peg Rick
for special treatment.

What kind of music does he like?

- Beg your pardon?
- Well, with brain injuries,

music has been
shown to have benefits.

We don't exactly know
the science behind it,

but it has gotten results, so...

He likes Frank Sinatra.

Great. Any particular song?

"High Hopes."

My husband's a bit of a dork.

"High Hopes" it is, then.

Jerrie.

Jenny Hoyt. We met
briefly in the aftermath of...

Yeah.

I'm very sorry.

I heard it was your
husband they found.

Can I sit?

Please.

How are you doing?

I'll be okay.

Considering I didn't even
think I'd be alive at this point.

And if your husband
hadn't come looking for us,

I'm not sure I would be.

Listen, um.

I know you've already
been debriefed by the police.

I used to work undercover.

And, unfortunately,
cases like these

aren't a priority for long.

And the cops will be on
to put the next fire out.

So I'm our best shot
at finding that trucker.

But I'm gonna need your help.

I want to get inside
this guy's head.

And I know this won't be
pleasant for you, but I need.

Ms. Hoyt.

Whatever you need.

Your husband came to find us.

Whatever you need.

Thank you.

Ms. Legarski. Jenny Hoyt.

Could I talk to
you for a second?

It's... it's not a good time.

Question.

How well did you know
your husband, Ms. Legarski?

Not at all?

Not completely?

Well enough to know you didn't
want to know him completely?

I told you, it's
not a good time.

Let's talk about my husband.

He was last seen with yours.

He was found dead
with a bullet in his head.

A bullet it seems that
your husband fired.

I don't know how you
expect me to respond.

I can say that I am horrified.

I can say that I'm sorry.

I can say that I didn't know
my husband much at all.

But, mostly,

I just keep coming back
to... this is not a good time.

I shouldn't have come.

I know that there's
nothing I can say

to make it better, but I'm

I'm... I'm so sorry
for your loss.

Now, this started with
a search for two teens.

And now, apparently,
law enforcement

turning its focus on itself.

We're told police
are combing through

every inch of the Legarski house

in search of possible evidence.

You said he kept records.

They might already
have your name.

We used burner phones.

But he's got a secret room.

A safe room, behind his
master closet, he said.

All his records
would be in there.

I've got to get into his house.

How could you possibly?

The police will be
all over that house.

They're looking for a trucker.
They have a description of you.

If they get a name,
they'll just pick me up

and plop me down
in front of those girls.

They cannot learn my name.

Which means

I have to get into that house.

And I will.

Now, I want to thank you
all for showing up today

to honor our dear
friend Cody Hoyt.

Let him hear it!

Jenny, why don't you come
on up, say a few words.

Sometimes, you find
yourself a wild mustang

that just won't break well.

The harder you try,
the harder it'll fight ya,

and all you'll ever end
up breaking is its spirit.

So you got two choices.

You can try to hold on,

knowing you'll always
have a bronc on your hands,

or you can let it be wild

let it be free.

Cody, was.

Cody was a rascal.

He was a great father,

and on most days,
a real pain in my ass.

St. Helena ICU. Please hold.

Need some help?

Almost done.

You need something?

Jenny, I-I don't know
how to be with you.

Can't you just Google it?

How to be with the
widow at the funeral

of the dead guy you slept with?

Ouch.

I'm kidding.

I don't think there's a
script for either one of us.

I suppose not.

I know you've been through this.

So I don't mean to dismiss
the idea that you could help.

Where should I start?

No idea.

At least for what you should do.

As for what you shouldn’t do

don't push everyone
away like I did.

I won't.

Thank you.

Ms. Dewell?

Do you have any news?

Not yet. But we're on it.

- Okay.
- Your focus... rest and heal.

I'll rest when I'm dead,

and I'd prefer not to be dead,

and that trucker's
still out there.

I was thinking
maybe I could sit down

with the sketch artist
again. I know I can do better.

His face should be
plastered everywhere

from here to Colorado by now.

When do you head back?

Tomorrow. But I
think I can stay longer.

All right.

Okay.

It's time for Cody's
favorite song.

By Neil Young, obviously.

- Whoo! -Whoo!
- Yeah!

This one's for you, Cody.

- You got this!
- You got it.

That didn't take long.

Um...

Anyone?

Help, please.

I got you.

Whoo!

Whoo-whoo-whoo!

My God. You remind me of me.

Grace is coming in.
The younger sister.

The police told
us to stand down.

That what you're
doing with Jerrie?

By the way, I did
Google what to do

at the funeral of the
guy you slept with.

It did not say to go up
and sing with the widow.

Well, I-I tried to
sing worse, at least,

so as not to upstage.

You did not sing worse than me.

I lost my voice singing.

I said I tried.

Thank you.

I... I never thought

it would be you that would
help me get through this.

Thanks.

Maybe you could help me some.

How?

I can't make a go
of this place alone.

I need a partner.

I'm not kidding.

Cody was an ex-cop.
You're an ex-cop.

You take his place.
We work together.

- You must be joking.
- You know the work.

You have law-enforcement
connections.

I've got a private
detective agency.

And, as far as I'm concerned,
we still have an open case.

The trucker.

Jerrie said his truck
had been customized.

53-footer on the outside.

47 on the inside.

How's that possible?

A hidden compartment.

Human cargo.

We'll find him.

So, we're doing this.

For this one case only.

Hey, wait!

Hey!

Jerrie.

- Get away from me!
- No, no, no!

It's just me! It's just me!

Jimmy?

Yeah. Jesus, woman.

What are you following
me like that for?

You almost gave
me a heart attack!

I know. I-I... I'm sorry.

Just wanted to make
sure you were okay.

I'm okay.

Yeah.

I'll be okay.

You should go home.

Hey.

You know you can
still talk to me, right?

I think those days
are over, Jimmy.

Thanks for checking on me.

You don't learn!

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