The Big Sky (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Let It Be Him - full transcript
Freeze!
Freeze!
Will he recover?
If he does,
not as himself.
His brain looks to be shut.
I kidnapped
a young woman?
Three of them.
He could have
amnesia or ‐‐
He could be faking.
You recognize this person?
No.
I have no idea
what the truth is.
Penelope Denesuk.
I'm your husband's lawyer.
What's the point?
He's clearly guilty.
Best efforts, Merrilee.
Best efforts.
I've decided to report you
to the police.
Is your mother here?
She hasn't been
returning my calls.
His face
is plastered everywhere.
He's gone to ground
like cornered animals do.
Help!
Have you seen Erik?
He didn't come home.
Come at me,
you psycho!
I've got plenty
of staples.
Too much to do.
Are you going
to kill me?
Are you going to kill me?
Why do you keep
asking me that?
It's annoying.
And when I get annoyed,
I can be unpleasant!
You killed him.
And the woman
who was in the freezer.
So you're one of those
smart kids
who can put two and two
together.
Shut up.
Is it smart to be doing that
with gasoline everywhere?
You...
have pissed...
...me off!
Whoo, whoo‐whoo!
You know that serial killer
who murdered 93 people?
He got away with it by killing
people nobody cared about.
People care about me.
Especially my mother.
Would you please
shut up?!
If you kill a kid,
you'll never even make it
to trial.
This is Montana.
Shut up!
Prisoners don't take kindly
to those types.
Shut up, shut up,
and shut up!
Many ways to die.
Getting shanked
in the lunch line
can't be one
of the better ones.
Don't say a word.
Remember me?
Ms. Thing‐a‐ma‐goo?
This is a dream.
It's a dream?
You think
this is our dream?
I'm s‐sorry.
I'm so...
sorry.
It...
It just got out of hand.
Just got out of hand.
It just got out of hand.
Rick?
Can you wake up, Rick?
Rick.
Who were you
apologizing to?
What?
You were saying
you were sorry,
that it all just
got out of hand?
I‐I don't know.
How we doing?
Doctors say
better.
That true?
Well, he was apologizing
in his sleep.
Maybe his conscience is back,
if not his memory.
Can I talk to you in private
for a second?
Where do you stand,
Merrilee?
Where do I stand?
Not a trick question.
I can make it multiple choice.
With your husband
or not?
I can work with either,
but...
I need to know.
And what result
are you going for, exactly?
I told you.
Step one, he's incompetent
to stand trial.
That buys him a mental facility
instead of prison.
Facility means
treatment.
With that, more medical
improvement, which one day ‐‐
Could mean freedom.
Try not to seem giddy.
Are you giddy?
'Cause this would be
quite the rabbit out of your
disgusting hat, wouldn't it?
I don't shame,
if that's
where you're headed.
I don't beat myself up.
Difference between us,
I guess.
I do.
Just tell me
which side you're on.
My own.
Hi.
Can I help you?
Hope so.
I'm looking for a boy
named Erik.
He delivers
your newspaper.
You his mom?
I'm helping his mom
and the sheriff.
The boy's missing.
Well, he must've been here
this morning.
I got my newspaper.
Mom, did we get
the paper today?
What?
What is it?
We canceled our subscription
six months ago.
Fake news.
Yes?
Sorry to bother you.
I'm ‐‐
I'm Cassie Dewell.
We're looking for
your newspaper boy, Erik.
Have you seen him today?
I think I saw him
this morning.
Eh, may have been
yesterday.
Why?
You're not sure?
Did something happen
to him?
We hope not. Um...
Do you ‐‐ Do you normally see
him delivering the papers?
It's not really the kind of
thing I'd notice.
Truth be told, I try to avoid
the news these days.
So depressing.
Is there anyone else at home
I could ask?
Um, Helen Pergman?
That's my mother.
Uh, she's ‐‐
It's her house and
her newspaper subscription.
Right.
Is she here?
Uh, she isn't at the moment.
Um, she's away.
But i‐if you leave a number,
I can have her call you.
Yeah. Great.
Good luck.
Finding the boy.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
You're welcome.
Yes?
If that was him, we need to get
back there, set up a perimeter.
Jenny called.
She's with Tubb,
waiting for confirmation.
It's not exactly him,
but it's damn close.
Okay, he's a ghost.
I put in Ronald Pergman
and his address
and came back
with exactly nothing.
No social media presence.
But his mother has one.
Just lots of photos
of her clean house,
a cat, her church ‐‐
What about her son?
Oh, my God.
That's definitely him.
Cassie:
Are you sure?
If so, we're about to
SWAT his house.
Are you absolutely sure?
Positive. It's 100%.
Call Tubb.
Let him know I'm on the way.
Well, um, uh, Er‐Erik's mom,
Rachel's, on her way in.
What do you want me
to tell her?
Definitely keep her here, and
you may need to hold her hand.
I'm out of your range.
But you're not out of mine.
Now drop the Taser
and kick it out of the cage.
Go to hell.
Aah! Aah!
I'm going to ask you
again, nicely.
Drop it now, please.
No.
Whee!
Isn't this exciting?
Help! Help!
Aah!
Probably shouldn't
admit this.
But there's a part of me that
hopes he doesn't surrender
and that I have to
kill him.
It's not as much fun
as you think.
It'll be fun enough.
To repeat, we don't know what's
waiting for us on the inside.
We can assume
he's armed, dangerous.
Once in position,
I'll announce our presence,
give him a chance
to surrender.
If he doesn't take it,
we move quickly.
Questions?
FBI?
Can't wait for them.
No time.
Are you taking
responsibility for them?
They're deputized.
Since when?
Since right now.
Okay, gear up.
All teams.
Copy that. Let's move.
I want to go.
I want to be there.
It's way too dangerous, and
the area's sealed off anyway.
What exactly are they
planning to do?
I don't know the details,
but, basically,
it's get in that house
and rescue Erik.
If he's in there.
After we breach the door,
my guys clear upstairs,
Tubb and his deputies clear
downstairs and the basement.
What about us?
You two go with me.
And, again, we have
a dangerous man inside.
But also perhaps
a hostage.
Be sure of your targets.
Let's move.
Confirm position.
Awaiting visual.
Eyes on.
In position.
Aah!
All team leaders,
wait for the call.
Ronald Pergman.
This is the Lewis and Clark
Sheriff Department.
Your house is surrounded.
You are to come out
the front door,
hands above your head.
Failure to do so,
we are coming in.
Exit the building now.
Mr. Pergman,
come out of the building.
You are surrounded.
He's not coming out.
Mr. Pergman,
this is your last warning.
Let's go.
Everyone, move!
Move in! Let's go!
Let's go, go, go!
Hold up!
Let's go!
Move it!
Watch your back!
Every room.
You're gonna be okay.
I need a medic ‐‐ now!
It's a trap gun.
There may be others.
Sosa! Tubb! Jenny!
What is it?
What are those?
I can't get them open,
but I'm smelling gasoline.
I think the place is
booby‐trapped.
Everybody,
get out of here!
Clear out of the house!
We have
a potential bomb!
Jenny.
Jenny, where are you?
Move it!
Let's go, let's go!
Checking the basement.
Thought I heard something
down here.
You have to get out
of the house.
It's wired to blow up.
Move back!
Everybody out of here!
Out of the house!
Positions!
Oh, God.
Okay, Erik.
Talk to me.
What's happening?
Jenny: I found Erik.
He's knocked unconscious.
I'm getting him
out of here.
Damn it!
He cuffed him
to the floor!
You have to
get out now!
I can't just
leave him here.
Jenny, move it!
Come on!
Jenny, you have to
get out now!
Clear the house!
Jenny, move!
Let's go, let's go,
let's go!
Ronald's mother?
So where's Pergman?
And where's
the boy?
They're either still
inside or...
This has been
a diversion.
One deputy
was reported wounded,
we're being told
a gunshot wound to the chest.
Now, he has been
transported to hospital
and is expected to survive.
Meanwhile, behind me,
you can see
the police and fire presence
has continued to grow
as authorities investigate
this rather harrowing
and bizarre event
that just took place
and sift through the debris
to see if they can find
any clues
as to what exactly happened.
Oh, my God.
Are you positive?
I‐Is it okay
to tell her that?
Tell me what?
There's no evidence
that Erik was in the house.
Or Ronald Pergman,
for that matter.
Then where are they?
We ‐‐ We don't know.
What?
Hey.
You sure you're okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
No, look, you don't
do that ever again.
I don't want to have to tell
your son you're not coming home.
You hear me?
I get it.
So there was
no one inside?
No.
They think he got out
through a basement window.
He must've made me
and realized we were coming.
Well, the mother's been dead
for some time,
according to the M.E.
Long before we showed up.
He dressed her up as a boy
to throw us, and it worked.
We're here,
and he's gone.
Oh, it gets better.
Or worse.
Father Ted Maynard apparently
missed his afternoon sermon.
His colleague says
he was last on his way here
to visit Helen Pergman.
How we doing?
How you doing, Rick?
Looping toward shortstop,
Petrocelli's back.
Ah, he's got it!
It's 1967.
The Red Sox keep winning
the pennant.
Petrocelli's back.
He's got it!
Little development, Rick.
Need you to listen closely.
Uh, you know, Yaz won
the Triple Crown that year.
Did you know that?
I know your sports heroes
will always let you down.
Especially in Boston.
Ted Williams was
a bit of a jerk,
Brady went to Tampa Bay,
and Bobby Orr voted for Trump.
Now, you listen to me.
Police are after
your accomplice.
They've confirmed
it's this man here.
Do you know this man?
Do you know him, Rick?
No. No.
Full disclosure,
a little memory could
actually come in handy.
This man's on the run.
He may have a 12‐year‐old boy
with him.
If you knew where
he might run to,
there's a lot I can do
with information
that saves
a 12‐year‐old boy.
I could play
some serious ball.
Any idea
where he might go, Rick?
He has a child.
I don't know
who this man is.
You're lying, Rick.
You know.
You know.
They pitched him
on two days' rest.
Lonborg.
Gibson had three.
Gibson had three.
Denise: Hey, Cass.
You finding anything?
Yeah, a neighbor said she saw
Ronald parking a car
down the street this morning,
but not seeing any other cars
that belonged to Helen.
Okay, call the church.
Find out why Father Maynard
went to see Helen.
Or if they know anything
about Ronald that might help.
Okay, will do.
Any luck?
It's so strange
to look at him.
He seems so sane
in this photo.
This Ronald Pergman,
you may know him better
than anybody, honey.
Please.
Anything
that comes to mind,
even if you think
it's irrelevant.
He had issues
with his mother,
but I didn't peg him
as a killer.
Certainly not
of a child.
What if he's desperate?
He was here an hour ago.
He can't be far.
The Suburban is registered
to his mother.
Jenny: He could be
in his big rig.
I didn't see a rig
when I was here.
I suppose he could
also be on foot.
With the kid?
What about the priest?
What does he drive?
News Anchor:
Law enforcement says
he's driving a black Tesla,
license plate TME322.
He's thought to be
with a kidnapped boy,
the subject of an Amber Alert.
They've stopped every Tesla
in Montana.
He can't just vanish.
You can in the mountains.
Or dirt roads.
People go
where they know.
He's a trucker.
He knows the interstate.
What's going on with you?
What's wrong?
What?
You were singing
that song.
I'm fine, Mother.
Okay, here's the deal.
You be nice,
and I'll let you ride
in the front like a big boy.
Let's go. Get in.
Put on your seatbelt.
We have breaking news
in the case of that
missing 12‐year‐old.
Just a few moments ago,
state and federal authorities
released the name
of the kidnapping suspect.
His name is Ronald Pergman.
Pergman is wanted
in the case of the ab‐‐
Why would he do this?
We're doing everything
that we can, Rachel.
I just want my boy back.
Jerrie:
Hey, you'll get him back.
Okay? You can't lose hope.
I really don't think
he'll hurt him.
Okay.
Cassie, Jenny,
do you read?
Cassie:
Loud and clear.
We're in the air,
west of town,
heading north.
What's our best guess?
Do you think he's driving
to his truck somewhere
or just running
to Canada?
No, he'll be hard‐pressed
to make it to Canada.
The Teslas don't have
the range.
You know, when it knows
it's cornered,
a smart animal
stays put,
waits for the hunter
to pass by.
Then runs.
I say he's running.
Things are getting
too hot here.
How many routes
take him to Canada?
All of them,
if he takes the long way.
But the fastest route is a
straight shot up the interstate.
Let's go that way.
The interstate.
W‐Wait, wait, wait.
Is that him?
Wait, we see him.
We see him. We see him.
Black Tesla. Same plates.
We're texting you
the coordinates now.
Let's go.
Cassie,
keep your distance.
Closest unit
is 20 minutes away.
He must've seen us.
He's flying down the road.
Okay, now, listen up.
Don't try
to stop him, okay?
Just follow him
till we get there.
Do you understand?
Oh, come on.
Okay, we see you.
Okay, go, go, go, go.
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.
Damn it! Fall back!
We don't need you two
getting yourselves and
the hostage killed.
Damn it.
What's our best plan?
We got a high‐speed chase
with a child victim in the car
and a desperate killer
at the wheel.
I'd say we have options.
And they're all bad.
Local police
and Montana Highway Patrol
are in hot pursuit.
But we remind you,
this is unconfirmed.
What's the range
on the Tesla?
300, I think?
I don't know.
Eventually, he could
run out of juice.
Th‐This could peter out
to a crawl.
Yeah, if we're lucky.
How many more pennants?
Hm?
Know what I've been
doing, Rick?
While Petrocelli's been
catching balls at shortstop?
I've been reminiscing.
About our marriage.
Our vacations.
Some of the drives we took
just to drive,
just to be together.
All kinds of things.
That's nice, Mother.
The songs
you used to sing.
Like "The Little Old Lady
Who Swallowed the Fly."
You would sing that song
whenever there was
a problem to solve.
Remember?
Huh...
That's it.
She swallowed the spider
to kill the fly,
swallowed the bird
to get the spider.
Song was about killing.
And the refrain ‐‐
"perhaps she'll die."
Then there's
the other song.
"If I Had a Hammer."
And it dawned on me.
You were about to kill me
that night.
You had this crazed look.
You weren't about to
rehang the Rockwell.
You were getting ready
to bash my skull.
Cody Hoyt.
The fisherman.
Next, me.
Does this jog your Red Sox,
Bob Gibson memory at all?
I was a problem.
And this was your
problem‐solver.
What do you mean?
What do I mean?
I don't like your tone,
Mother.
You don't like
my tone?
I do not.
You know what I have
a hard time with?
You killing two people.
Thinking about
killing me.
And you going free.
That's kind of awful.
This is your menopause
talking.
That is the wrong
answer, Rick.
Means your memory's back.
Pull up to
the passenger side.
What?
That's too dangerous.
We need to make sure
the kid is still alive.
And that he knows
we're gonna save him.
We're not gonna lose
anybody else.
Okay, hold on.
Oh, God.
Get in front of it!
Go, go!
G‐Get in front of it!
Aah!
The kid's alive.
Thank God.
Tubb:
Okay, listen up.
Tesla says they can't
shut it down remotely.
And we can't shoot out
the battery, either.
It's in the bottom
of the car.
So we wait for it
to run out of juice?
No, we are five minutes from
traffic and residential areas.
We need to stop him.
Tire spikes?
Too dangerous
in a hostage situation.
It could flip
the car over.
Pull up again.
I'll try to get a shot
at the tires.
Here we go.
Did you see
inside that car?
The priest is
behind the wheel.
Yeah. Yeah, he's dead.
What?
It's on autopilot.
There's a truck
coming at you!
Watch out!
Jesus, I thought you said
the road was locked down!
Somebody screwed up.
Yeah.
Yeah, no kidding.
Tubb, Father Maynard
is behind the wheel.
He's dead.
What are you
talking about?
The car
is on autopilot!
What?!
How does it go?
So long as there's weight
on the steering wheel,
the auto‐drive
just keeps going.
I heard of something like this
happening in California.
A drunk guy fell asleep
behind the wheel
of his Tesla on autopilot.
The only way to stop it
was to get in front of him.
The car has
an automatic disable
that keeps it from
running into other cars.
Okay, got it.
Here w‐‐ here we go, here we go.
Cassie,
what are you doing?
Hold on. Hold on!
Aw!
Aah!
Hold on!
Go down, go down,
go down!
It's okay. It's okay.
You're safe.
It's okay.
Now, come on.
It's ‐‐ It's all over.
It's all over.
It's all over.
I want my mom.
I know.
We'll take you to her.
I promise.
You sure you're okay?
Thank you.
Erik.
Can you tell us
about the man?
The man who took you?
Do you know
where he is?
He jumped.
He jumped?
I think.
Back at the bridge.
He put the car in drive.
And a‐as it took off,
I saw him climb up
on the guardrail.
You saw him jump?
We sped away too fast.
You sure
you're okay, kid?
Erik:
Yeah, I think.
I can't believe
I'm not dead.
Ohh.
Not even close.
Come on, kiddo.
Let's call your mom.
That was some driving.
Are you kidding me?
And this happened when?
Okay, thank you.
Oh, my God.
Good news?
Maybe, actually.
Your pal Rick Legarski?
What about him?
He won't be going free
after all.
What do you mean?
He's dead.
What?
Wife killed him.
Well...
that's some kind
of justice.
Yeah, but not the kind
I was looking for.
There hasn't been
any justice for Ronald.
He's still out there.
We're gonna find him.
Damn right we are.
Erik.
Oh, thank God.
Thank God!
Thank God.
It's over, Mom.
I'm fine.
Oh, I was so scared.
I'm sorry
I didn't believe you.
It's okay.
Hey, come on.
Let me go.
Aw, give her a second.
Denise: Yeah, after what
your mom has been through,
she gets to hug you
for at least five minutes.
I don't know
what to say.
No problem.
It's no big deal.
W‐What she means is,
you don't need to thank us.
But you saved my son.
I‐I don't know
how to thank you.
I‐I'll take a hug,
if you want.
Th‐Thank you.
Yeah.
Um...
She's so cool.
Cool?
She's, like, super cool.
She's not into
taking credit.
The best ones never are.
Freeze!
Will he recover?
If he does,
not as himself.
His brain looks to be shut.
I kidnapped
a young woman?
Three of them.
He could have
amnesia or ‐‐
He could be faking.
You recognize this person?
No.
I have no idea
what the truth is.
Penelope Denesuk.
I'm your husband's lawyer.
What's the point?
He's clearly guilty.
Best efforts, Merrilee.
Best efforts.
I've decided to report you
to the police.
Is your mother here?
She hasn't been
returning my calls.
His face
is plastered everywhere.
He's gone to ground
like cornered animals do.
Help!
Have you seen Erik?
He didn't come home.
Come at me,
you psycho!
I've got plenty
of staples.
Too much to do.
Are you going
to kill me?
Are you going to kill me?
Why do you keep
asking me that?
It's annoying.
And when I get annoyed,
I can be unpleasant!
You killed him.
And the woman
who was in the freezer.
So you're one of those
smart kids
who can put two and two
together.
Shut up.
Is it smart to be doing that
with gasoline everywhere?
You...
have pissed...
...me off!
Whoo, whoo‐whoo!
You know that serial killer
who murdered 93 people?
He got away with it by killing
people nobody cared about.
People care about me.
Especially my mother.
Would you please
shut up?!
If you kill a kid,
you'll never even make it
to trial.
This is Montana.
Shut up!
Prisoners don't take kindly
to those types.
Shut up, shut up,
and shut up!
Many ways to die.
Getting shanked
in the lunch line
can't be one
of the better ones.
Don't say a word.
Remember me?
Ms. Thing‐a‐ma‐goo?
This is a dream.
It's a dream?
You think
this is our dream?
I'm s‐sorry.
I'm so...
sorry.
It...
It just got out of hand.
Just got out of hand.
It just got out of hand.
Rick?
Can you wake up, Rick?
Rick.
Who were you
apologizing to?
What?
You were saying
you were sorry,
that it all just
got out of hand?
I‐I don't know.
How we doing?
Doctors say
better.
That true?
Well, he was apologizing
in his sleep.
Maybe his conscience is back,
if not his memory.
Can I talk to you in private
for a second?
Where do you stand,
Merrilee?
Where do I stand?
Not a trick question.
I can make it multiple choice.
With your husband
or not?
I can work with either,
but...
I need to know.
And what result
are you going for, exactly?
I told you.
Step one, he's incompetent
to stand trial.
That buys him a mental facility
instead of prison.
Facility means
treatment.
With that, more medical
improvement, which one day ‐‐
Could mean freedom.
Try not to seem giddy.
Are you giddy?
'Cause this would be
quite the rabbit out of your
disgusting hat, wouldn't it?
I don't shame,
if that's
where you're headed.
I don't beat myself up.
Difference between us,
I guess.
I do.
Just tell me
which side you're on.
My own.
Hi.
Can I help you?
Hope so.
I'm looking for a boy
named Erik.
He delivers
your newspaper.
You his mom?
I'm helping his mom
and the sheriff.
The boy's missing.
Well, he must've been here
this morning.
I got my newspaper.
Mom, did we get
the paper today?
What?
What is it?
We canceled our subscription
six months ago.
Fake news.
Yes?
Sorry to bother you.
I'm ‐‐
I'm Cassie Dewell.
We're looking for
your newspaper boy, Erik.
Have you seen him today?
I think I saw him
this morning.
Eh, may have been
yesterday.
Why?
You're not sure?
Did something happen
to him?
We hope not. Um...
Do you ‐‐ Do you normally see
him delivering the papers?
It's not really the kind of
thing I'd notice.
Truth be told, I try to avoid
the news these days.
So depressing.
Is there anyone else at home
I could ask?
Um, Helen Pergman?
That's my mother.
Uh, she's ‐‐
It's her house and
her newspaper subscription.
Right.
Is she here?
Uh, she isn't at the moment.
Um, she's away.
But i‐if you leave a number,
I can have her call you.
Yeah. Great.
Good luck.
Finding the boy.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
You're welcome.
Yes?
If that was him, we need to get
back there, set up a perimeter.
Jenny called.
She's with Tubb,
waiting for confirmation.
It's not exactly him,
but it's damn close.
Okay, he's a ghost.
I put in Ronald Pergman
and his address
and came back
with exactly nothing.
No social media presence.
But his mother has one.
Just lots of photos
of her clean house,
a cat, her church ‐‐
What about her son?
Oh, my God.
That's definitely him.
Cassie:
Are you sure?
If so, we're about to
SWAT his house.
Are you absolutely sure?
Positive. It's 100%.
Call Tubb.
Let him know I'm on the way.
Well, um, uh, Er‐Erik's mom,
Rachel's, on her way in.
What do you want me
to tell her?
Definitely keep her here, and
you may need to hold her hand.
I'm out of your range.
But you're not out of mine.
Now drop the Taser
and kick it out of the cage.
Go to hell.
Aah! Aah!
I'm going to ask you
again, nicely.
Drop it now, please.
No.
Whee!
Isn't this exciting?
Help! Help!
Aah!
Probably shouldn't
admit this.
But there's a part of me that
hopes he doesn't surrender
and that I have to
kill him.
It's not as much fun
as you think.
It'll be fun enough.
To repeat, we don't know what's
waiting for us on the inside.
We can assume
he's armed, dangerous.
Once in position,
I'll announce our presence,
give him a chance
to surrender.
If he doesn't take it,
we move quickly.
Questions?
FBI?
Can't wait for them.
No time.
Are you taking
responsibility for them?
They're deputized.
Since when?
Since right now.
Okay, gear up.
All teams.
Copy that. Let's move.
I want to go.
I want to be there.
It's way too dangerous, and
the area's sealed off anyway.
What exactly are they
planning to do?
I don't know the details,
but, basically,
it's get in that house
and rescue Erik.
If he's in there.
After we breach the door,
my guys clear upstairs,
Tubb and his deputies clear
downstairs and the basement.
What about us?
You two go with me.
And, again, we have
a dangerous man inside.
But also perhaps
a hostage.
Be sure of your targets.
Let's move.
Confirm position.
Awaiting visual.
Eyes on.
In position.
Aah!
All team leaders,
wait for the call.
Ronald Pergman.
This is the Lewis and Clark
Sheriff Department.
Your house is surrounded.
You are to come out
the front door,
hands above your head.
Failure to do so,
we are coming in.
Exit the building now.
Mr. Pergman,
come out of the building.
You are surrounded.
He's not coming out.
Mr. Pergman,
this is your last warning.
Let's go.
Everyone, move!
Move in! Let's go!
Let's go, go, go!
Hold up!
Let's go!
Move it!
Watch your back!
Every room.
You're gonna be okay.
I need a medic ‐‐ now!
It's a trap gun.
There may be others.
Sosa! Tubb! Jenny!
What is it?
What are those?
I can't get them open,
but I'm smelling gasoline.
I think the place is
booby‐trapped.
Everybody,
get out of here!
Clear out of the house!
We have
a potential bomb!
Jenny.
Jenny, where are you?
Move it!
Let's go, let's go!
Checking the basement.
Thought I heard something
down here.
You have to get out
of the house.
It's wired to blow up.
Move back!
Everybody out of here!
Out of the house!
Positions!
Oh, God.
Okay, Erik.
Talk to me.
What's happening?
Jenny: I found Erik.
He's knocked unconscious.
I'm getting him
out of here.
Damn it!
He cuffed him
to the floor!
You have to
get out now!
I can't just
leave him here.
Jenny, move it!
Come on!
Jenny, you have to
get out now!
Clear the house!
Jenny, move!
Let's go, let's go,
let's go!
Ronald's mother?
So where's Pergman?
And where's
the boy?
They're either still
inside or...
This has been
a diversion.
One deputy
was reported wounded,
we're being told
a gunshot wound to the chest.
Now, he has been
transported to hospital
and is expected to survive.
Meanwhile, behind me,
you can see
the police and fire presence
has continued to grow
as authorities investigate
this rather harrowing
and bizarre event
that just took place
and sift through the debris
to see if they can find
any clues
as to what exactly happened.
Oh, my God.
Are you positive?
I‐Is it okay
to tell her that?
Tell me what?
There's no evidence
that Erik was in the house.
Or Ronald Pergman,
for that matter.
Then where are they?
We ‐‐ We don't know.
What?
Hey.
You sure you're okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
No, look, you don't
do that ever again.
I don't want to have to tell
your son you're not coming home.
You hear me?
I get it.
So there was
no one inside?
No.
They think he got out
through a basement window.
He must've made me
and realized we were coming.
Well, the mother's been dead
for some time,
according to the M.E.
Long before we showed up.
He dressed her up as a boy
to throw us, and it worked.
We're here,
and he's gone.
Oh, it gets better.
Or worse.
Father Ted Maynard apparently
missed his afternoon sermon.
His colleague says
he was last on his way here
to visit Helen Pergman.
How we doing?
How you doing, Rick?
Looping toward shortstop,
Petrocelli's back.
Ah, he's got it!
It's 1967.
The Red Sox keep winning
the pennant.
Petrocelli's back.
He's got it!
Little development, Rick.
Need you to listen closely.
Uh, you know, Yaz won
the Triple Crown that year.
Did you know that?
I know your sports heroes
will always let you down.
Especially in Boston.
Ted Williams was
a bit of a jerk,
Brady went to Tampa Bay,
and Bobby Orr voted for Trump.
Now, you listen to me.
Police are after
your accomplice.
They've confirmed
it's this man here.
Do you know this man?
Do you know him, Rick?
No. No.
Full disclosure,
a little memory could
actually come in handy.
This man's on the run.
He may have a 12‐year‐old boy
with him.
If you knew where
he might run to,
there's a lot I can do
with information
that saves
a 12‐year‐old boy.
I could play
some serious ball.
Any idea
where he might go, Rick?
He has a child.
I don't know
who this man is.
You're lying, Rick.
You know.
You know.
They pitched him
on two days' rest.
Lonborg.
Gibson had three.
Gibson had three.
Denise: Hey, Cass.
You finding anything?
Yeah, a neighbor said she saw
Ronald parking a car
down the street this morning,
but not seeing any other cars
that belonged to Helen.
Okay, call the church.
Find out why Father Maynard
went to see Helen.
Or if they know anything
about Ronald that might help.
Okay, will do.
Any luck?
It's so strange
to look at him.
He seems so sane
in this photo.
This Ronald Pergman,
you may know him better
than anybody, honey.
Please.
Anything
that comes to mind,
even if you think
it's irrelevant.
He had issues
with his mother,
but I didn't peg him
as a killer.
Certainly not
of a child.
What if he's desperate?
He was here an hour ago.
He can't be far.
The Suburban is registered
to his mother.
Jenny: He could be
in his big rig.
I didn't see a rig
when I was here.
I suppose he could
also be on foot.
With the kid?
What about the priest?
What does he drive?
News Anchor:
Law enforcement says
he's driving a black Tesla,
license plate TME322.
He's thought to be
with a kidnapped boy,
the subject of an Amber Alert.
They've stopped every Tesla
in Montana.
He can't just vanish.
You can in the mountains.
Or dirt roads.
People go
where they know.
He's a trucker.
He knows the interstate.
What's going on with you?
What's wrong?
What?
You were singing
that song.
I'm fine, Mother.
Okay, here's the deal.
You be nice,
and I'll let you ride
in the front like a big boy.
Let's go. Get in.
Put on your seatbelt.
We have breaking news
in the case of that
missing 12‐year‐old.
Just a few moments ago,
state and federal authorities
released the name
of the kidnapping suspect.
His name is Ronald Pergman.
Pergman is wanted
in the case of the ab‐‐
Why would he do this?
We're doing everything
that we can, Rachel.
I just want my boy back.
Jerrie:
Hey, you'll get him back.
Okay? You can't lose hope.
I really don't think
he'll hurt him.
Okay.
Cassie, Jenny,
do you read?
Cassie:
Loud and clear.
We're in the air,
west of town,
heading north.
What's our best guess?
Do you think he's driving
to his truck somewhere
or just running
to Canada?
No, he'll be hard‐pressed
to make it to Canada.
The Teslas don't have
the range.
You know, when it knows
it's cornered,
a smart animal
stays put,
waits for the hunter
to pass by.
Then runs.
I say he's running.
Things are getting
too hot here.
How many routes
take him to Canada?
All of them,
if he takes the long way.
But the fastest route is a
straight shot up the interstate.
Let's go that way.
The interstate.
W‐Wait, wait, wait.
Is that him?
Wait, we see him.
We see him. We see him.
Black Tesla. Same plates.
We're texting you
the coordinates now.
Let's go.
Cassie,
keep your distance.
Closest unit
is 20 minutes away.
He must've seen us.
He's flying down the road.
Okay, now, listen up.
Don't try
to stop him, okay?
Just follow him
till we get there.
Do you understand?
Oh, come on.
Okay, we see you.
Okay, go, go, go, go.
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.
Damn it! Fall back!
We don't need you two
getting yourselves and
the hostage killed.
Damn it.
What's our best plan?
We got a high‐speed chase
with a child victim in the car
and a desperate killer
at the wheel.
I'd say we have options.
And they're all bad.
Local police
and Montana Highway Patrol
are in hot pursuit.
But we remind you,
this is unconfirmed.
What's the range
on the Tesla?
300, I think?
I don't know.
Eventually, he could
run out of juice.
Th‐This could peter out
to a crawl.
Yeah, if we're lucky.
How many more pennants?
Hm?
Know what I've been
doing, Rick?
While Petrocelli's been
catching balls at shortstop?
I've been reminiscing.
About our marriage.
Our vacations.
Some of the drives we took
just to drive,
just to be together.
All kinds of things.
That's nice, Mother.
The songs
you used to sing.
Like "The Little Old Lady
Who Swallowed the Fly."
You would sing that song
whenever there was
a problem to solve.
Remember?
Huh...
That's it.
She swallowed the spider
to kill the fly,
swallowed the bird
to get the spider.
Song was about killing.
And the refrain ‐‐
"perhaps she'll die."
Then there's
the other song.
"If I Had a Hammer."
And it dawned on me.
You were about to kill me
that night.
You had this crazed look.
You weren't about to
rehang the Rockwell.
You were getting ready
to bash my skull.
Cody Hoyt.
The fisherman.
Next, me.
Does this jog your Red Sox,
Bob Gibson memory at all?
I was a problem.
And this was your
problem‐solver.
What do you mean?
What do I mean?
I don't like your tone,
Mother.
You don't like
my tone?
I do not.
You know what I have
a hard time with?
You killing two people.
Thinking about
killing me.
And you going free.
That's kind of awful.
This is your menopause
talking.
That is the wrong
answer, Rick.
Means your memory's back.
Pull up to
the passenger side.
What?
That's too dangerous.
We need to make sure
the kid is still alive.
And that he knows
we're gonna save him.
We're not gonna lose
anybody else.
Okay, hold on.
Oh, God.
Get in front of it!
Go, go!
G‐Get in front of it!
Aah!
The kid's alive.
Thank God.
Tubb:
Okay, listen up.
Tesla says they can't
shut it down remotely.
And we can't shoot out
the battery, either.
It's in the bottom
of the car.
So we wait for it
to run out of juice?
No, we are five minutes from
traffic and residential areas.
We need to stop him.
Tire spikes?
Too dangerous
in a hostage situation.
It could flip
the car over.
Pull up again.
I'll try to get a shot
at the tires.
Here we go.
Did you see
inside that car?
The priest is
behind the wheel.
Yeah. Yeah, he's dead.
What?
It's on autopilot.
There's a truck
coming at you!
Watch out!
Jesus, I thought you said
the road was locked down!
Somebody screwed up.
Yeah.
Yeah, no kidding.
Tubb, Father Maynard
is behind the wheel.
He's dead.
What are you
talking about?
The car
is on autopilot!
What?!
How does it go?
So long as there's weight
on the steering wheel,
the auto‐drive
just keeps going.
I heard of something like this
happening in California.
A drunk guy fell asleep
behind the wheel
of his Tesla on autopilot.
The only way to stop it
was to get in front of him.
The car has
an automatic disable
that keeps it from
running into other cars.
Okay, got it.
Here w‐‐ here we go, here we go.
Cassie,
what are you doing?
Hold on. Hold on!
Aw!
Aah!
Hold on!
Go down, go down,
go down!
It's okay. It's okay.
You're safe.
It's okay.
Now, come on.
It's ‐‐ It's all over.
It's all over.
It's all over.
I want my mom.
I know.
We'll take you to her.
I promise.
You sure you're okay?
Thank you.
Erik.
Can you tell us
about the man?
The man who took you?
Do you know
where he is?
He jumped.
He jumped?
I think.
Back at the bridge.
He put the car in drive.
And a‐as it took off,
I saw him climb up
on the guardrail.
You saw him jump?
We sped away too fast.
You sure
you're okay, kid?
Erik:
Yeah, I think.
I can't believe
I'm not dead.
Ohh.
Not even close.
Come on, kiddo.
Let's call your mom.
That was some driving.
Are you kidding me?
And this happened when?
Okay, thank you.
Oh, my God.
Good news?
Maybe, actually.
Your pal Rick Legarski?
What about him?
He won't be going free
after all.
What do you mean?
He's dead.
What?
Wife killed him.
Well...
that's some kind
of justice.
Yeah, but not the kind
I was looking for.
There hasn't been
any justice for Ronald.
He's still out there.
We're gonna find him.
Damn right we are.
Erik.
Oh, thank God.
Thank God!
Thank God.
It's over, Mom.
I'm fine.
Oh, I was so scared.
I'm sorry
I didn't believe you.
It's okay.
Hey, come on.
Let me go.
Aw, give her a second.
Denise: Yeah, after what
your mom has been through,
she gets to hug you
for at least five minutes.
I don't know
what to say.
No problem.
It's no big deal.
W‐What she means is,
you don't need to thank us.
But you saved my son.
I‐I don't know
how to thank you.
I‐I'll take a hug,
if you want.
Th‐Thank you.
Yeah.
Um...
She's so cool.
Cool?
She's, like, super cool.
She's not into
taking credit.
The best ones never are.