The Big Sky (2020–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - The Bag and the Box - full transcript
Why didn't you scream for help?
My mom told everyone
you went home.
- Is Sunny?
- Yes.
Maybe you can go into the
camp and get something for me?
CID says the body's been
here less than 48 hours.
Decomp is pretty bad.
I wonder if the
body was moved here.
- Look at this.
- A little backpacker?
Walter was trying
to save his life.
I let him use the old truck
to move the backpacker's body,
and Cassie Dewell
saw him driving it.
- Get out of my tent.
- Where's your girlfriend?
I don't have the $15 million.
She took it and left.
You try to run, Donno
will find you, and...
Chop, chop.
Today got me thinking
about my mom.
Well, Hoyt, all relationships
have to be a two-way street.
- I hate it when you do that.
- What?
The whole cowboy wisdom thing.
Fine. I actually
kinda like it.
I sure am gonna
miss that ol' gal.
Got no other choice with the
blood and the DNA evidence.
Are you with me?
Till they bury me
deep in the ground.
Diego.
Wake up.
What? What is it?
I h... I heard
something downstairs.
Must be that damn raccoon
knocking over cans again.
- Are you sure?
- Let me handle it.
I'll be right back.
Don't worry. Don't worry.
Now, go back to sleep.
It's probably nothing.
Hey! Aah!
Diego!
Aaaaah!
Fire chief says it's arson.
This the same blue-and-white
truck you saw the other day?
Looks like it.
Somebody want to
bring me up to speed?
Cassie saw a creepy guy
on the side of the road.
He had a truck just like this.
What made him creepy?
Just a feeling he gave me.
-You think he's
somehow connected
- to your dead backpacker?
- I don't know.
It just felt like
there was something
in the back of the truck that
he didn't want me to see.
Well, whatever it was,
the evidence is gone now.
And the VIN's been destroyed.
Well, there should be a
VIN on the engine block.
This is Arlen. Talk to me.
- Give me a hand.
- Yeah.
There it is.
Okay, got it.
- Nice.
- Copy that.
Hoyt, we gotta roll.
There's been a homicide
out near Fort Harrison.
You good?
Yeah, I'm just gonna
have Denise run the VIN.
Okay, but keep us posted.
- Yeah.
- Be careful.
It wasn't there.
No, it's there. It has to be.
I searched Luke's tent.
Your bag wasn't in it.
Well, you need to look again!
Don't tell me what I need to do!
I'm sorry.
I'm trying my best to help you.
I am not bad news like Luke.
When I was younger,
people say I did a bad thing,
but it was for a reason.
Is...
this bad thing
the reason you're
hiding from the cops?
I didn't have a choice.
Whatever it was...
I understand.
You do?
Sometimes you gotta
do what you gotta do.
This bag you want so bad...
what's in it?
Something valuable.
A journal.
It's important to you?
Yes.
Well, then it's
important to me, too.
- But Luke doesn't have it.
- Somebody in that camp does.
Maybe my mother.
Why? Why would she have it?
She thinks she has to
clean up my messes.
I know you would never hurt me.
You told me that
and I believe you.
Can you look for the
bag again, please?
I need that journal.
Sure.
I can do that.
See? We're a team.
Victim is Diego Mendoza, 44.
Bludgeoned to death
with a tire iron.
Wife heard someone trying
to break into the house.
He went down to check it
out and confronted the guy,
and, well, this is
how she found him.
Did the wife get
a look at the guy?
Negative. Sounds like it
all happened pretty fast.
What are we thinking,
home invasion gone wrong?
It's about a car.
Victim owned a black
1979 Firebird Trans Am.
That's an iconic ride.
Car like that's worth money.
- Targeted theft, then.
- It's gotta be.
Get ahold of local
law enforcement
in case our thief
can't help himself
and decides to take it out
- for another spin.
- Copy.
I'm just thinking...
you know, there's no way
our victim would've left
his cherished baby
naked and exposed
a-and with no way home
if she ever got lost.
Think he's got a
LoJack or something?
I'd bet on it.
Hey.
Hey.
So, uh, what brings you up here?
I found those carved
hearts you mentioned.
Yeah, creepy, right?
Yeah.
Is, uh... Is that it?
You came all the way up
here to tell me that?
No. I have to talk
to your father.
My father? What about?
Better I talk to him first.
Well, now I'm intrigued.
Follow me.
Let's go after dinner
when everybody's asleep.
You gonna let me do the talking?
I am not.
Walter will listen to me.
And if he doesn't?
Let's not go there
unless we have to.
- Knock, knock.
- Hey.
Brought you a visitor.
- Cassie!
- Hi.
You're becoming a
regular around here.
Might need to get you a tent.
Uh, sorry, I just need to
ask Buck about something.
Okay.
Cormac, why don't you go
check on the generator?
Yes, ma'am.
So, what's on your mind, Cassie?
Oh, you don't have
to worry about me.
Buck and I have been
married so long,
we've just morphed
into one big ol' blob.
We don't have any secrets
between each other.
Like she says.
I-I wanted to ask
you about a truck
that's registered in your name.
Our family business requires
a lot of vehicles, most
of them in my name.
This one's a
blue-and-white Suburban.
Someone set it on
fire last night.
Blue-and-white Suburban?
Oh.
Well, that must've been
10 years ago, I sold her,
- wasn't it, Sunny?
- Oh, at least.
- Yeah, a long, long time ago.
- Yeah.
What's this about, Cassie?
You say somebody
caught it on fire?
Yeah, just a few
miles from here.
- Huh.
- Wow, what's this world
- coming to?
- I know.
Yeah, I'm not here
about the fire,
but I think it may be connected
to the dead backpacker
we found not too far from here.
Cormac told me about that.
- Yeah, that's terrible.
- Yeah.
I-I don't understand.
You think the dead backpacker
has something to do
with Buck's old truck?
Could be.
It would help if you
remembered who you sold it to
'cause the title
didn't transfer.
Well, now you're
testing the old noggin.
You know what? I do
remember it was a young guy.
He paid cash, as I recall.
I think his name was,
uh, Ron or, uh, Bob?
He was a logger,
I'm pretty sure.
I saw a man driving it.
Um, late 30s, early 40s,
brown hair, light beard.
Something really off about him.
Hm.
Well, I... Well...
doesn't ring a bell.
Holy heck, you're
no help at all!
You know, we may still have
some record of it somewhere.
We'll check in the attic soon
as we get back home, okay?
- Oh, that'd be great.
- Great! Great.
- Good to see you.
- Well, thanks for stopping by.
Yeah.
A tent's always
available for ya.
I don't like her.
That is 100% American
muscle right there.
You mean the car, right?
Appreciate you looking after
it till we could get here.
Not a problem. I
figured she was about
the prettiest thing I was
gonna see this entire shift,
but... I guess I was wrong.
Officer Lister,
Sheriff Beau Arlen.
This here's Deputy Jenny Hoyt.
Well, it's just
Knox, like the fort.
Can I be of any assistance?
I think we're squared
away, but thanks.
Savages! Oh, that is
a hanging offense.
Uh, if you need her towed,
I can call it in for you.
We've got a flatbed coming.
The car is part of a
homicide investigation.
Well, heck, from
what I've heard,
the killer's as good as caught,
with you on the
case, Deputy Hoyt.
Oh, you said it, Lister.
Hoyt always gets her
man. So to speak.
Any chance you drink coffee?
I'm a tea drinker, actually.
I didn't figure you for that.
Well, you know what they say,
"You can't get a hit if you
don't step up to the plate."
I'll see you
around, Deputy Hoyt.
What, are you like one of those
pinky-in-the-air tea drinkers?
Is that, uh...
You are a mystery
wrapped in an enigma.
Did you find the tracker, or
were you too busy eavesdropping?
I got it. I got it.
Just saying, I
think he likes ya.
Well, I don't date cops.
At least, not anymore.
Copy that.
All right, so, our killer
steals a collector's car,
he rips up the trunk, and
then he just dumps it?
What are we thinking?
He must've been looking
for something inside.
Something worth killing for.
Well, I guess, um, everyone's
out and about this morning.
Mm-hmm.
Is Luke with Mary?
No, actually, I
think he went hiking
with that freaky new
couple, Tonya and Donno.
Oh. That's interesting.
Right?
I thought we were done
with the whole Luke thing.
Yes, we are. We're just,
you know, chatting.
It's, uh, nothing for
you to worry about.
Well, what I worry
about is your obsession.
The two of you
playing crime junkie
is not how I thought
you two would bond,
but I'll take it.
He's the one that likes
to snoop in tents.
Oh.
Oh, that's very interesting.
So, you add tent
snooper to your résumé.
Whose tent did you snoop?
It was Luke and Paige's, but...
Oh.
It was an accident, so...
How was that an accident?
Well, it... it wasn't
an accident, uh, per se.
- I knew it.
- Mm.
Luke and Paige were missing,
and, yes, I was worried.
And I didn't want to show it
because I didn't want
you to get scared.
So I lied to you.
I thought if you knew
how worried I was,
that you would reach
out to your father
and he would rush up here,
like the hero that he is,
and, uh, I...
I didn't want to look weak.
So, you went into their
tent because of Beau?
Yeah.
Look, I'm sorry,
and I apologize to you both.
It's okay. It's
just the Beau thing?
It's a little crazy.
- Yes, I need to work on that.
- Okay.
Well, did you find anything?
No. Unfortunately, I didn't.
Why are we even here?
Because returning to the site
where a traumatic event occurred
could jog your memory.
A-And if it doesn't?
Then we'll try a
different technique.
Look, it was dark,
okay? We were lost,
and I had had about enough
of Paige messing with me.
And then what?
Well, then she ditched me.
You said you saw
someone with a light
and then you fell and
you hit your head.
Did you trip? Did this
somebody push you?
Look, I-I can't be
sure. I don't remember.
Or you're lying. Should we see
what the lie detector thinks?
You don't have to keep
threatening me, okay?
I know that helping you
two is my best chance
at getting out of here alive.
It's your only chance.
Hey, Donno, please.
All right, tell us about
this journal that Paige has,
the one that's
worth $15 million?!
Look, i-it has a seed phrase
in it that unlocks an account.
- It's like a long password.
- And you don't know it?
Well, I-I know the words, but
not the order that it goes in.
Paige insisted on that.
Smart girl.
So, she ditched you, she
found her way back to camp,
she got her bag with this
very valuable journal
without anybody noticing,
and then she disappeared.
- That's what you're saying?
- Yes.
And what about this
person with the light?
Do you have any idea
who that might be?
At first, I thought
it was someone
the people we stole from sent,
but then you two showed up.
Maybe someone else took Paige.
Someone you didn't see coming.
I can see you're excited
about something, Poppernak.
Let's keep it simple. Hoyt.
Uh, don't get you boxers
in a bunch. I'm coming.
All right, whaddya got?
The Trans Am that was
stolen, it wasn't the first.
Another Trans Am,
same year and style,
was stolen a week
ago in Billings.
And the owner of
this sweet ride?
- Slept through the robbery.
- Did the car turn up?
- Here.
- Three days ago,
abandoned on the
side of the road,
trunk torn all apart
just like the other one.
All right, so, clearly,
somebody's looking for something
inside a 1979 Pontiac Trans Am.
Wonder what they're looking for.
Maybe their lost youth
- or sense of manhood?
- Whoa. Whoa!
Hoyt, I'm thinking maybe you
just don't understand cars.
Or men.
Cars aren't that complicated.
Men? Even less so.
Well, I'll have you
know that us men,
we still have a few secrets
and mysteries up our sleeves.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, Pop, what question
am I about to ask you?
How many 1979 Trans Ams are
registered in the state?
- Bingo!
- Yay.
- Seriously, how many?
- Oh, three, yeah.
The one we found,
the one in Billings,
and a third one,
also here in Helena.
And that is where things
get very interesting.
Okay. We're listening.
Okay, so, the last car changed
hands a couple of times
after the original
owner, Mickey Prescott,
went to prison for
robbery, burglary...
Basically just a
whole lot of stealing.
Is Prescott still behind bars?
Nope. Got out a
few months ago.
Could've stolen something,
hid it in his car,
now he wants it back?
Look at the brains on this...
And she thinks I keep you
around for your good looks.
- If I had a nickle for...
- Okay, focus, boys.
What about the current
owner of the car?
- They could be in danger.
- Got an address on him, too.
Working on a phone number.
You know what? Let's
not risk waiting.
You want the owner, or
you want the ex-con?
You know me. I always
want the bad guy.
Sheriff's Department! Open up!
Someone's in there.
I can hear them.
Last chance!
Well, hold your horses,
for Pete's sake!
Mickey Prescott?
- I'm him.
- You about lost your door.
Well, hell, I don't get around
like I used to, young man.
Mr. Prescott, I'm Deputy Hoyt.
This is Deputy Poppernak.
Do you mind if we come in
and ask you a few questions?
Well, sure.
Ain't like I got
anything else to do.
Sheriff's Department!
Anybody home?
Uh, yeah. Hello.
Hi. Come on in.
- Greg Thorne?
- Yeah.
Hi. Sheriff Beau Arlen.
Sorry for the intrusion.
Uh, door was just open, so...
Oh, not... not a
problem at all, sir.
Did I do something wrong?
No, it's actually
about that beauty
you got parked out
in the driveway.
It's got me jealous.
Oh.
Wondered if you had
a minute to chat.
Yeah, come on in.
Got some coffee on.
Oh. Fantastic.
Okay. Fire away.
We want to talk about
a car you used to own.
Car? What car?
1979 Trans Am.
Personal favorite of mine, sir.
Had a poster of one on my wall.
You're talking about Delilah.
Excuse me, who?
I think it's his pet
name for the Trans Am.
- So, you do know of it?
- Well, hell yeah.
Although, I hadn't laid eyes
on her in over two decades.
Or maybe you're just not
the type to kiss and tell.
Is that your way of
asking me for an alibi?
Oh, come on.
You and I both know I can't
just take your word for it.
Where were you last night
between midnight and 2:00 a.m.?
Deputy Hoyt, if I'm
up at 2:00 a.m.,
it's to go to the john.
And you don't have to
take my word for it.
Just pop into the
building manager's office
and you'll see cameras
all over the place.
I did my time.
That old car is...
like all the crimes
I committed...
Part of my ancient past.
Hm. We'll check
out those cameras.
Thank you for your
time, Mr. Prescott.
It's no bother at all.
Gets lonely on the outside.
Nice to have visitors.
Especially one as
pretty as you are.
I-I hope you don't
take offense to that.
I'll let it slide.
Listen, I, uh... I appreciate
the heads-up, Sheriff,
and, uh, if anyone
tries to steal my car,
trust me, I will be ready.
Oh, I'm sure you will be.
But listen, I want to go about
things a little bit differently.
Want to make sure
that you're safe,
and I want to use
your car as bait.
- Bait?
- Mm.
What, my baby out there?
Trust me, I won't let
anything happen to her, okay?
I swear on Burt Reynolds on
that, may he rest in peace.
Somebody else here?
Uh, just the, uh,
bane of my existence.
My dog. Doesn't like
being cooped up.
Be right back.
Help! Help!
You good?
I'm... I'm good. I'm good.
Stop!
Whoa!
Admit it, for a career
criminal, you kinda liked him.
Charming old guy.
You said you're
done dating cops,
but what about the bad guys?
Yeah, rerouting.
Hello?
Hey, how'd it go
with the, uh, ex-con?
He's not our guy.
Any luck on your end?
Well...
Depends on how you
define luck, Hoyt.
Ah Food's here!
- Nice.
- How'd it go up at Sunny's?
Buck said he sold that
truck a long time ago.
- Oh, to who?
- Doesn't remember,
and I can't find a record
of the truck ever
changing hands, so...
Well, maybe the new owner
never registered it.
Buck could've just
signed the title over,
grabbed the cash,
and forgot about it.
I sold my old Hyundai
for three pounds of morels
and a cord of firewood.
Signed that title over and told
that guy to tow that puppy away.
Hm.
I mean, maybe.
- You think he's lying.
- I don't know.
I can't see Buck or Sunny
being involved with this,
but I have to
consider it, you know?
Okay, so let's say is lying
to you about the truck. Why?
To protect himself
or somebody else.
So, who was the
guy in the truck?
Exactly. That's what
we have to figure out.
So I'm thinking we do
a composite sketch.
Couldn't hurt. So,
anyway, if it's okay,
I thought I would
poke around some
of those messaging
boards, you know,
the ones where
people are obsessed
with solving the unsolved crime.
I mean, you know, they're
online detectives.
Yeah, right, t-the...
The wannabe detectives.
- That's what you mean, right?
- You said that, I didn't.
I know this started off
sounding crazy, but...
we've got a heart here and
hearts carved in trees,
so the connection to the
Bleeding Heart murder
doesn't maybe sound
so crazy anymore.
I just thought I would ask to
see if there's anybody out there
who remembers something
or knows something.
Yeah. Okay. Like you
said, it can't hurt.
Looking for something?
No.
I was just, um...
hiking nearby and I-I
thought I heard people.
I didn't realize
there was a camp here.
Hiking.
Where's you water bottle?
I don't have one.
- Where's yours?
- I'm not hiking.
What are you doing, then?
Watching you watch the camp.
You live in the woods?
Now, why would you ask me that?
'Cause you're not hiking.
And you got that "I
live in the woods" vibe.
Suppose I took
that as an insult.
Well, that would be unfortunate.
For me or for you?
I lived in the back of
a butcher's shop once.
Used to think I heard the
dead animals move at night.
You can get used to
anything, I guess.
Lots of things move
at night out here.
Is it lonely?
Butcher shop was.
Sometimes.
We're all a little strange
when it comes down to it, hm?
That's my superpower... strange.
And violent.
Can I help you with something?
I'm looking for a woman.
She went hiking
with her boyfriend,
boyfriend came home, she didn't.
Sounds like a bad boyfriend.
I agree.
Have you seen her?
Her name's Paige.
No. I haven't seen her.
Word of advice?
If you're gonna lurk around
the camp, be quieter.
I spotted you five minutes ago.
You hurt?
I just tweaked a
little something,
jumping on to the
hood of that car.
I swear I could've had a
career as a Hollywood stuntman.
- Nope.
- Yeah, a short one.
What about a career
as the person
who's gonna help me
solve this crime?
Got that handled.
Check this out.
If you mirror your
screen to mine,
you'll see that we
are in business.
You connected the LoJack to it?
Indeed, I did.
Ooh. Nice work, Hollywood.
Thank you very much.
I'm gonna notify
the state police
and have them set up roadblocks.
Hold that thought. He stopped.
Wait. It's gone.
No, no. No, no, no, no, no.
He must've found the GPS
tracker and ditched it.
Or he's some place where
the signal doesn't work.
Sheriff's Department!
Hands in the air!
- Hey.
- Hey, Cormac.
Did you get those kayaks
prepped for tomorrow?
- I did.
- Excellent.
Why don't you grab a
bucket and a sponge?
Ol' Gutter needs a bath.
Hey, uh, sorry about earlier.
Cassie asked where
you were. I told her.
No apology necessary.
Cassie's just doing her job.
Dead backpacker,
truck set on fire.
Hope she gets to
the bottom of it.
Kinda weird, though, you
owning that truck before.
I've owned a lot of
trucks, son. You know that.
Your daddy's right. Nothing
for you to worry about.
- I'm not worried.
- Tell me...
you and Cassie got
sumthin' sumthin' going on?
No.
Need to work on your poker face.
Go on, git back to work.
Towels are over there.
Don't forget to wash his nose.
Fly season.
Cecil Ezterhas.
Looks like somebody just
walked up to his car
and shot him point-blank.
Yeah, there's a, uh... There's
a compartment back here.
Whatever was in it's long
gone, but I'm betting this is
what it's all about.
Check it out.
Prison tattoo.
Okay, boys.
Yes, sir.
- Hang on.
- Yeah.
Hey, Pops, run the
name Cecil Ezterhas.
Find out where he did
his time and with who.
Sheriff's Department!
Don't do it.
Let me guess... My idiot
cellmate led you here.
No, it was just my
daring ingenuity
and her smarts.
Why kill Cecil?
Because he was sloppy.
He made a mess of a simple job.
Besides, I wasn't gonna give
him half of my treasure, anyway.
What is this... treasure?
The ultimate collectible.
Way cooler than that Trans Am.
I don't know how
that's possible.
That's because you're
not named Mickey.
- No.
- Yeah.
Okay, boys, a-are...
Are you done yet?
You know the drill.
Hands behind your head
and interlock your fingers.
Now.
You'll be dead
before you reach it.
She's right, Mickey.
I'll give you a choice...
You touch that gun,
we're gonna shoot you,
that box remains closed.
You give yourself up,
I'll let you have one last
look at what's inside.
- You know what's in there?
- I have a pretty good guess.
Good choice.
We made a deal.
Uh, yeah, we did.
Oh.
A baseball card? That's
what this is all about?
No, no, oh, not just
any baseball card.
That is a...
That is a Mickey
Mantle rookie card.
It is worth millions.
You know, in my entire life,
there was only two things
that I cherished.
And one of them was that
Trans Am named Delilah.
And the other one is this card.
Well, you're going
back to prison.
Take your last look.
It was worth it.
You still didn't find
it? I need that bag!
I got sidetracked.
What do you mean?
Someone is looking for
you. Seemed dangerous.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God, no.
They found us.
No.
It's okay. It's okay.
I took his measure.
No, Walter, this is so not okay.
This is really, really bad.
What did you do?
The truth, please.
Luke and I s-stole some money.
Thought that we could
lay low for a bit,
that the people we stole
from wouldn't find us,
but now you're saying
someone is here!
- You're scared.
- Yes!
- Don't be.
- What?!
What are you talking about?!
When I was younger,
I had a friend.
Her name was Meredith.
The people who adopted me,
they didn't like her because...
'cause she didn't like the
way that they treated me.
One day, they hurt Meredith.
They hurt her so
bad. Made me watch.
I couldn't protect her.
Walter, why are you
telling me this?
'Cause everything can be fixed.
- No, it can't.
- Yes, it can!
No!
The next night, I burned
their house to the ground
while they were
asleep in their beds.
I've been paying for
it ever since, but...
I made sure that they
never hurt her again.
When I told you I
would protect you...
I meant it.
Mm, no bull's-eye?
Rusty.
I could hit you, though.
There's a man
living in the woods.
- I saw him.
- What kind of man?
The kind that
lives in the woods.
Could this be the guy
that you're talking about,
the one with the flashing light?
U-Unless there's some other
guy living in the woods.
Said he hadn't seen Paige.
I don't know if I believe him.
Hm.
The plot thickens.
Wow.
Okay, you're full of surprises.
Well, I was the, uh,
secondary high school champ.
Just don't ask me to
shoot a gun, that's all.
Deal.
Poor Mary, huh?
Ditched by Luke
for the odd couple.
Yeah, they do seem very
friendly, don't they?
Mm-hmm.
Let's go, Mom.
Oh, my God.
Sunny! Buck!
Mary, what did I tell you
about the buddy system?!
T-There's something
you need to see.
H-Hold on a second.
What's going on?
Paige's bag. I found
it in the woods.
Paige's bag? Well,
that can't be right.
Are you sure it's hers?
Leopard print,
letter "P" bag charm?
I-I clocked it the
day they got here.
Like, who brings that
on a camping trip?
H-Hold on a second. Where...
Can you show me
where the bag is?
- Yeah.
- I'll go.
You stay with the horses.
It's okay, Buck.
Mary and I will be right back.
Okay. Let's go.
You sure this is the guy
you saw with the truck?
- Yep.
- Mm.
Looks a little worse for
wear. Tweaker, maybe?
Got his hands on Buck's
old truck at some point?
And then set it on fire?
Well, like I said, tweaker.
They don't do the
most logical things.
I guess anything's possible.
I'm gonna have Poppernak
compare it to outstanding
warrants in the area.
Great.
I'll be right back.
Oh. Take your time.
Oh, and, uh we're
gonna want details.
Of course you are.
So, really, you're never
gonna date a cop again?
Why, would it break your heart?
Oh.
You wish.
Mm.
You stalking me?
Yeah, maybe.
- Mm.
- Make that two?
Mnh. No, thanks.
So you, uh,
find out anything more
about that Suburban?
I'm working on it.
- You're working on it.
- Yeah?
You seem to be
asking my mom and dad
a lot of questions
about the backpacker.
Something you want to tell me?
You know I'm just doing my job.
And I got to follow the
leads wherever they take me.
Yeah. I get that.
And I want to help you.
Just promise me one thing.
Be straight with me.
My parents may be a
lot of things, but...
they're good people.
I've always thought that.
And I want that to
be true. I really do.
Maybe that's the thing.
So do I.
Just over here.
Why were you out
here by yourself?
Just needed to go for
a run to clear my head.
But then I found
Paige's bag and clothes.
I-I think maybe Luke buried
it after he killed her
and then some animal dug it up?
Okay, let's not
jump to conclusions.
Okay.
Wait.
You told everybody
you heard from Paige.
Said she was safe and
sound in New York, right?
I did. Yeah.
But maybe Luke got her cellphone
and called us to
throw us off track.
- Right. You're right.
- Yeah. Yeah.
I didn't think of that.
H-How did you know
it wasn't that way?
I don't know. My mind's
spinnin' with all this.
Is that the way?
That night when Luke
came back to camp,
you were the one that
checked their tent.
You said Paige's stuff was gone.
But he just got back to camp.
H-He couldn't have had time.
Why not?
I mean, we thought
that Paige came back
and got all of her
stuff, but we were wrong.
It was Luke.
No. No, no. This isn't right.
Don't get all wound up. All
right? Just settle down.
- Help!
- E-Easy, now. Just...
Help! Somebody help me.
Help!
Aah!
Captions by VITAC...
My mom told everyone
you went home.
- Is Sunny?
- Yes.
Maybe you can go into the
camp and get something for me?
CID says the body's been
here less than 48 hours.
Decomp is pretty bad.
I wonder if the
body was moved here.
- Look at this.
- A little backpacker?
Walter was trying
to save his life.
I let him use the old truck
to move the backpacker's body,
and Cassie Dewell
saw him driving it.
- Get out of my tent.
- Where's your girlfriend?
I don't have the $15 million.
She took it and left.
You try to run, Donno
will find you, and...
Chop, chop.
Today got me thinking
about my mom.
Well, Hoyt, all relationships
have to be a two-way street.
- I hate it when you do that.
- What?
The whole cowboy wisdom thing.
Fine. I actually
kinda like it.
I sure am gonna
miss that ol' gal.
Got no other choice with the
blood and the DNA evidence.
Are you with me?
Till they bury me
deep in the ground.
Diego.
Wake up.
What? What is it?
I h... I heard
something downstairs.
Must be that damn raccoon
knocking over cans again.
- Are you sure?
- Let me handle it.
I'll be right back.
Don't worry. Don't worry.
Now, go back to sleep.
It's probably nothing.
Hey! Aah!
Diego!
Aaaaah!
Fire chief says it's arson.
This the same blue-and-white
truck you saw the other day?
Looks like it.
Somebody want to
bring me up to speed?
Cassie saw a creepy guy
on the side of the road.
He had a truck just like this.
What made him creepy?
Just a feeling he gave me.
-You think he's
somehow connected
- to your dead backpacker?
- I don't know.
It just felt like
there was something
in the back of the truck that
he didn't want me to see.
Well, whatever it was,
the evidence is gone now.
And the VIN's been destroyed.
Well, there should be a
VIN on the engine block.
This is Arlen. Talk to me.
- Give me a hand.
- Yeah.
There it is.
Okay, got it.
- Nice.
- Copy that.
Hoyt, we gotta roll.
There's been a homicide
out near Fort Harrison.
You good?
Yeah, I'm just gonna
have Denise run the VIN.
Okay, but keep us posted.
- Yeah.
- Be careful.
It wasn't there.
No, it's there. It has to be.
I searched Luke's tent.
Your bag wasn't in it.
Well, you need to look again!
Don't tell me what I need to do!
I'm sorry.
I'm trying my best to help you.
I am not bad news like Luke.
When I was younger,
people say I did a bad thing,
but it was for a reason.
Is...
this bad thing
the reason you're
hiding from the cops?
I didn't have a choice.
Whatever it was...
I understand.
You do?
Sometimes you gotta
do what you gotta do.
This bag you want so bad...
what's in it?
Something valuable.
A journal.
It's important to you?
Yes.
Well, then it's
important to me, too.
- But Luke doesn't have it.
- Somebody in that camp does.
Maybe my mother.
Why? Why would she have it?
She thinks she has to
clean up my messes.
I know you would never hurt me.
You told me that
and I believe you.
Can you look for the
bag again, please?
I need that journal.
Sure.
I can do that.
See? We're a team.
Victim is Diego Mendoza, 44.
Bludgeoned to death
with a tire iron.
Wife heard someone trying
to break into the house.
He went down to check it
out and confronted the guy,
and, well, this is
how she found him.
Did the wife get
a look at the guy?
Negative. Sounds like it
all happened pretty fast.
What are we thinking,
home invasion gone wrong?
It's about a car.
Victim owned a black
1979 Firebird Trans Am.
That's an iconic ride.
Car like that's worth money.
- Targeted theft, then.
- It's gotta be.
Get ahold of local
law enforcement
in case our thief
can't help himself
and decides to take it out
- for another spin.
- Copy.
I'm just thinking...
you know, there's no way
our victim would've left
his cherished baby
naked and exposed
a-and with no way home
if she ever got lost.
Think he's got a
LoJack or something?
I'd bet on it.
Hey.
Hey.
So, uh, what brings you up here?
I found those carved
hearts you mentioned.
Yeah, creepy, right?
Yeah.
Is, uh... Is that it?
You came all the way up
here to tell me that?
No. I have to talk
to your father.
My father? What about?
Better I talk to him first.
Well, now I'm intrigued.
Follow me.
Let's go after dinner
when everybody's asleep.
You gonna let me do the talking?
I am not.
Walter will listen to me.
And if he doesn't?
Let's not go there
unless we have to.
- Knock, knock.
- Hey.
Brought you a visitor.
- Cassie!
- Hi.
You're becoming a
regular around here.
Might need to get you a tent.
Uh, sorry, I just need to
ask Buck about something.
Okay.
Cormac, why don't you go
check on the generator?
Yes, ma'am.
So, what's on your mind, Cassie?
Oh, you don't have
to worry about me.
Buck and I have been
married so long,
we've just morphed
into one big ol' blob.
We don't have any secrets
between each other.
Like she says.
I-I wanted to ask
you about a truck
that's registered in your name.
Our family business requires
a lot of vehicles, most
of them in my name.
This one's a
blue-and-white Suburban.
Someone set it on
fire last night.
Blue-and-white Suburban?
Oh.
Well, that must've been
10 years ago, I sold her,
- wasn't it, Sunny?
- Oh, at least.
- Yeah, a long, long time ago.
- Yeah.
What's this about, Cassie?
You say somebody
caught it on fire?
Yeah, just a few
miles from here.
- Huh.
- Wow, what's this world
- coming to?
- I know.
Yeah, I'm not here
about the fire,
but I think it may be connected
to the dead backpacker
we found not too far from here.
Cormac told me about that.
- Yeah, that's terrible.
- Yeah.
I-I don't understand.
You think the dead backpacker
has something to do
with Buck's old truck?
Could be.
It would help if you
remembered who you sold it to
'cause the title
didn't transfer.
Well, now you're
testing the old noggin.
You know what? I do
remember it was a young guy.
He paid cash, as I recall.
I think his name was,
uh, Ron or, uh, Bob?
He was a logger,
I'm pretty sure.
I saw a man driving it.
Um, late 30s, early 40s,
brown hair, light beard.
Something really off about him.
Hm.
Well, I... Well...
doesn't ring a bell.
Holy heck, you're
no help at all!
You know, we may still have
some record of it somewhere.
We'll check in the attic soon
as we get back home, okay?
- Oh, that'd be great.
- Great! Great.
- Good to see you.
- Well, thanks for stopping by.
Yeah.
A tent's always
available for ya.
I don't like her.
That is 100% American
muscle right there.
You mean the car, right?
Appreciate you looking after
it till we could get here.
Not a problem. I
figured she was about
the prettiest thing I was
gonna see this entire shift,
but... I guess I was wrong.
Officer Lister,
Sheriff Beau Arlen.
This here's Deputy Jenny Hoyt.
Well, it's just
Knox, like the fort.
Can I be of any assistance?
I think we're squared
away, but thanks.
Savages! Oh, that is
a hanging offense.
Uh, if you need her towed,
I can call it in for you.
We've got a flatbed coming.
The car is part of a
homicide investigation.
Well, heck, from
what I've heard,
the killer's as good as caught,
with you on the
case, Deputy Hoyt.
Oh, you said it, Lister.
Hoyt always gets her
man. So to speak.
Any chance you drink coffee?
I'm a tea drinker, actually.
I didn't figure you for that.
Well, you know what they say,
"You can't get a hit if you
don't step up to the plate."
I'll see you
around, Deputy Hoyt.
What, are you like one of those
pinky-in-the-air tea drinkers?
Is that, uh...
You are a mystery
wrapped in an enigma.
Did you find the tracker, or
were you too busy eavesdropping?
I got it. I got it.
Just saying, I
think he likes ya.
Well, I don't date cops.
At least, not anymore.
Copy that.
All right, so, our killer
steals a collector's car,
he rips up the trunk, and
then he just dumps it?
What are we thinking?
He must've been looking
for something inside.
Something worth killing for.
Well, I guess, um, everyone's
out and about this morning.
Mm-hmm.
Is Luke with Mary?
No, actually, I
think he went hiking
with that freaky new
couple, Tonya and Donno.
Oh. That's interesting.
Right?
I thought we were done
with the whole Luke thing.
Yes, we are. We're just,
you know, chatting.
It's, uh, nothing for
you to worry about.
Well, what I worry
about is your obsession.
The two of you
playing crime junkie
is not how I thought
you two would bond,
but I'll take it.
He's the one that likes
to snoop in tents.
Oh.
Oh, that's very interesting.
So, you add tent
snooper to your résumé.
Whose tent did you snoop?
It was Luke and Paige's, but...
Oh.
It was an accident, so...
How was that an accident?
Well, it... it wasn't
an accident, uh, per se.
- I knew it.
- Mm.
Luke and Paige were missing,
and, yes, I was worried.
And I didn't want to show it
because I didn't want
you to get scared.
So I lied to you.
I thought if you knew
how worried I was,
that you would reach
out to your father
and he would rush up here,
like the hero that he is,
and, uh, I...
I didn't want to look weak.
So, you went into their
tent because of Beau?
Yeah.
Look, I'm sorry,
and I apologize to you both.
It's okay. It's
just the Beau thing?
It's a little crazy.
- Yes, I need to work on that.
- Okay.
Well, did you find anything?
No. Unfortunately, I didn't.
Why are we even here?
Because returning to the site
where a traumatic event occurred
could jog your memory.
A-And if it doesn't?
Then we'll try a
different technique.
Look, it was dark,
okay? We were lost,
and I had had about enough
of Paige messing with me.
And then what?
Well, then she ditched me.
You said you saw
someone with a light
and then you fell and
you hit your head.
Did you trip? Did this
somebody push you?
Look, I-I can't be
sure. I don't remember.
Or you're lying. Should we see
what the lie detector thinks?
You don't have to keep
threatening me, okay?
I know that helping you
two is my best chance
at getting out of here alive.
It's your only chance.
Hey, Donno, please.
All right, tell us about
this journal that Paige has,
the one that's
worth $15 million?!
Look, i-it has a seed phrase
in it that unlocks an account.
- It's like a long password.
- And you don't know it?
Well, I-I know the words, but
not the order that it goes in.
Paige insisted on that.
Smart girl.
So, she ditched you, she
found her way back to camp,
she got her bag with this
very valuable journal
without anybody noticing,
and then she disappeared.
- That's what you're saying?
- Yes.
And what about this
person with the light?
Do you have any idea
who that might be?
At first, I thought
it was someone
the people we stole from sent,
but then you two showed up.
Maybe someone else took Paige.
Someone you didn't see coming.
I can see you're excited
about something, Poppernak.
Let's keep it simple. Hoyt.
Uh, don't get you boxers
in a bunch. I'm coming.
All right, whaddya got?
The Trans Am that was
stolen, it wasn't the first.
Another Trans Am,
same year and style,
was stolen a week
ago in Billings.
And the owner of
this sweet ride?
- Slept through the robbery.
- Did the car turn up?
- Here.
- Three days ago,
abandoned on the
side of the road,
trunk torn all apart
just like the other one.
All right, so, clearly,
somebody's looking for something
inside a 1979 Pontiac Trans Am.
Wonder what they're looking for.
Maybe their lost youth
- or sense of manhood?
- Whoa. Whoa!
Hoyt, I'm thinking maybe you
just don't understand cars.
Or men.
Cars aren't that complicated.
Men? Even less so.
Well, I'll have you
know that us men,
we still have a few secrets
and mysteries up our sleeves.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, Pop, what question
am I about to ask you?
How many 1979 Trans Ams are
registered in the state?
- Bingo!
- Yay.
- Seriously, how many?
- Oh, three, yeah.
The one we found,
the one in Billings,
and a third one,
also here in Helena.
And that is where things
get very interesting.
Okay. We're listening.
Okay, so, the last car changed
hands a couple of times
after the original
owner, Mickey Prescott,
went to prison for
robbery, burglary...
Basically just a
whole lot of stealing.
Is Prescott still behind bars?
Nope. Got out a
few months ago.
Could've stolen something,
hid it in his car,
now he wants it back?
Look at the brains on this...
And she thinks I keep you
around for your good looks.
- If I had a nickle for...
- Okay, focus, boys.
What about the current
owner of the car?
- They could be in danger.
- Got an address on him, too.
Working on a phone number.
You know what? Let's
not risk waiting.
You want the owner, or
you want the ex-con?
You know me. I always
want the bad guy.
Sheriff's Department! Open up!
Someone's in there.
I can hear them.
Last chance!
Well, hold your horses,
for Pete's sake!
Mickey Prescott?
- I'm him.
- You about lost your door.
Well, hell, I don't get around
like I used to, young man.
Mr. Prescott, I'm Deputy Hoyt.
This is Deputy Poppernak.
Do you mind if we come in
and ask you a few questions?
Well, sure.
Ain't like I got
anything else to do.
Sheriff's Department!
Anybody home?
Uh, yeah. Hello.
Hi. Come on in.
- Greg Thorne?
- Yeah.
Hi. Sheriff Beau Arlen.
Sorry for the intrusion.
Uh, door was just open, so...
Oh, not... not a
problem at all, sir.
Did I do something wrong?
No, it's actually
about that beauty
you got parked out
in the driveway.
It's got me jealous.
Oh.
Wondered if you had
a minute to chat.
Yeah, come on in.
Got some coffee on.
Oh. Fantastic.
Okay. Fire away.
We want to talk about
a car you used to own.
Car? What car?
1979 Trans Am.
Personal favorite of mine, sir.
Had a poster of one on my wall.
You're talking about Delilah.
Excuse me, who?
I think it's his pet
name for the Trans Am.
- So, you do know of it?
- Well, hell yeah.
Although, I hadn't laid eyes
on her in over two decades.
Or maybe you're just not
the type to kiss and tell.
Is that your way of
asking me for an alibi?
Oh, come on.
You and I both know I can't
just take your word for it.
Where were you last night
between midnight and 2:00 a.m.?
Deputy Hoyt, if I'm
up at 2:00 a.m.,
it's to go to the john.
And you don't have to
take my word for it.
Just pop into the
building manager's office
and you'll see cameras
all over the place.
I did my time.
That old car is...
like all the crimes
I committed...
Part of my ancient past.
Hm. We'll check
out those cameras.
Thank you for your
time, Mr. Prescott.
It's no bother at all.
Gets lonely on the outside.
Nice to have visitors.
Especially one as
pretty as you are.
I-I hope you don't
take offense to that.
I'll let it slide.
Listen, I, uh... I appreciate
the heads-up, Sheriff,
and, uh, if anyone
tries to steal my car,
trust me, I will be ready.
Oh, I'm sure you will be.
But listen, I want to go about
things a little bit differently.
Want to make sure
that you're safe,
and I want to use
your car as bait.
- Bait?
- Mm.
What, my baby out there?
Trust me, I won't let
anything happen to her, okay?
I swear on Burt Reynolds on
that, may he rest in peace.
Somebody else here?
Uh, just the, uh,
bane of my existence.
My dog. Doesn't like
being cooped up.
Be right back.
Help! Help!
You good?
I'm... I'm good. I'm good.
Stop!
Whoa!
Admit it, for a career
criminal, you kinda liked him.
Charming old guy.
You said you're
done dating cops,
but what about the bad guys?
Yeah, rerouting.
Hello?
Hey, how'd it go
with the, uh, ex-con?
He's not our guy.
Any luck on your end?
Well...
Depends on how you
define luck, Hoyt.
Ah Food's here!
- Nice.
- How'd it go up at Sunny's?
Buck said he sold that
truck a long time ago.
- Oh, to who?
- Doesn't remember,
and I can't find a record
of the truck ever
changing hands, so...
Well, maybe the new owner
never registered it.
Buck could've just
signed the title over,
grabbed the cash,
and forgot about it.
I sold my old Hyundai
for three pounds of morels
and a cord of firewood.
Signed that title over and told
that guy to tow that puppy away.
Hm.
I mean, maybe.
- You think he's lying.
- I don't know.
I can't see Buck or Sunny
being involved with this,
but I have to
consider it, you know?
Okay, so let's say is lying
to you about the truck. Why?
To protect himself
or somebody else.
So, who was the
guy in the truck?
Exactly. That's what
we have to figure out.
So I'm thinking we do
a composite sketch.
Couldn't hurt. So,
anyway, if it's okay,
I thought I would
poke around some
of those messaging
boards, you know,
the ones where
people are obsessed
with solving the unsolved crime.
I mean, you know, they're
online detectives.
Yeah, right, t-the...
The wannabe detectives.
- That's what you mean, right?
- You said that, I didn't.
I know this started off
sounding crazy, but...
we've got a heart here and
hearts carved in trees,
so the connection to the
Bleeding Heart murder
doesn't maybe sound
so crazy anymore.
I just thought I would ask to
see if there's anybody out there
who remembers something
or knows something.
Yeah. Okay. Like you
said, it can't hurt.
Looking for something?
No.
I was just, um...
hiking nearby and I-I
thought I heard people.
I didn't realize
there was a camp here.
Hiking.
Where's you water bottle?
I don't have one.
- Where's yours?
- I'm not hiking.
What are you doing, then?
Watching you watch the camp.
You live in the woods?
Now, why would you ask me that?
'Cause you're not hiking.
And you got that "I
live in the woods" vibe.
Suppose I took
that as an insult.
Well, that would be unfortunate.
For me or for you?
I lived in the back of
a butcher's shop once.
Used to think I heard the
dead animals move at night.
You can get used to
anything, I guess.
Lots of things move
at night out here.
Is it lonely?
Butcher shop was.
Sometimes.
We're all a little strange
when it comes down to it, hm?
That's my superpower... strange.
And violent.
Can I help you with something?
I'm looking for a woman.
She went hiking
with her boyfriend,
boyfriend came home, she didn't.
Sounds like a bad boyfriend.
I agree.
Have you seen her?
Her name's Paige.
No. I haven't seen her.
Word of advice?
If you're gonna lurk around
the camp, be quieter.
I spotted you five minutes ago.
You hurt?
I just tweaked a
little something,
jumping on to the
hood of that car.
I swear I could've had a
career as a Hollywood stuntman.
- Nope.
- Yeah, a short one.
What about a career
as the person
who's gonna help me
solve this crime?
Got that handled.
Check this out.
If you mirror your
screen to mine,
you'll see that we
are in business.
You connected the LoJack to it?
Indeed, I did.
Ooh. Nice work, Hollywood.
Thank you very much.
I'm gonna notify
the state police
and have them set up roadblocks.
Hold that thought. He stopped.
Wait. It's gone.
No, no. No, no, no, no, no.
He must've found the GPS
tracker and ditched it.
Or he's some place where
the signal doesn't work.
Sheriff's Department!
Hands in the air!
- Hey.
- Hey, Cormac.
Did you get those kayaks
prepped for tomorrow?
- I did.
- Excellent.
Why don't you grab a
bucket and a sponge?
Ol' Gutter needs a bath.
Hey, uh, sorry about earlier.
Cassie asked where
you were. I told her.
No apology necessary.
Cassie's just doing her job.
Dead backpacker,
truck set on fire.
Hope she gets to
the bottom of it.
Kinda weird, though, you
owning that truck before.
I've owned a lot of
trucks, son. You know that.
Your daddy's right. Nothing
for you to worry about.
- I'm not worried.
- Tell me...
you and Cassie got
sumthin' sumthin' going on?
No.
Need to work on your poker face.
Go on, git back to work.
Towels are over there.
Don't forget to wash his nose.
Fly season.
Cecil Ezterhas.
Looks like somebody just
walked up to his car
and shot him point-blank.
Yeah, there's a, uh... There's
a compartment back here.
Whatever was in it's long
gone, but I'm betting this is
what it's all about.
Check it out.
Prison tattoo.
Okay, boys.
Yes, sir.
- Hang on.
- Yeah.
Hey, Pops, run the
name Cecil Ezterhas.
Find out where he did
his time and with who.
Sheriff's Department!
Don't do it.
Let me guess... My idiot
cellmate led you here.
No, it was just my
daring ingenuity
and her smarts.
Why kill Cecil?
Because he was sloppy.
He made a mess of a simple job.
Besides, I wasn't gonna give
him half of my treasure, anyway.
What is this... treasure?
The ultimate collectible.
Way cooler than that Trans Am.
I don't know how
that's possible.
That's because you're
not named Mickey.
- No.
- Yeah.
Okay, boys, a-are...
Are you done yet?
You know the drill.
Hands behind your head
and interlock your fingers.
Now.
You'll be dead
before you reach it.
She's right, Mickey.
I'll give you a choice...
You touch that gun,
we're gonna shoot you,
that box remains closed.
You give yourself up,
I'll let you have one last
look at what's inside.
- You know what's in there?
- I have a pretty good guess.
Good choice.
We made a deal.
Uh, yeah, we did.
Oh.
A baseball card? That's
what this is all about?
No, no, oh, not just
any baseball card.
That is a...
That is a Mickey
Mantle rookie card.
It is worth millions.
You know, in my entire life,
there was only two things
that I cherished.
And one of them was that
Trans Am named Delilah.
And the other one is this card.
Well, you're going
back to prison.
Take your last look.
It was worth it.
You still didn't find
it? I need that bag!
I got sidetracked.
What do you mean?
Someone is looking for
you. Seemed dangerous.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God, no.
They found us.
No.
It's okay. It's okay.
I took his measure.
No, Walter, this is so not okay.
This is really, really bad.
What did you do?
The truth, please.
Luke and I s-stole some money.
Thought that we could
lay low for a bit,
that the people we stole
from wouldn't find us,
but now you're saying
someone is here!
- You're scared.
- Yes!
- Don't be.
- What?!
What are you talking about?!
When I was younger,
I had a friend.
Her name was Meredith.
The people who adopted me,
they didn't like her because...
'cause she didn't like the
way that they treated me.
One day, they hurt Meredith.
They hurt her so
bad. Made me watch.
I couldn't protect her.
Walter, why are you
telling me this?
'Cause everything can be fixed.
- No, it can't.
- Yes, it can!
No!
The next night, I burned
their house to the ground
while they were
asleep in their beds.
I've been paying for
it ever since, but...
I made sure that they
never hurt her again.
When I told you I
would protect you...
I meant it.
Mm, no bull's-eye?
Rusty.
I could hit you, though.
There's a man
living in the woods.
- I saw him.
- What kind of man?
The kind that
lives in the woods.
Could this be the guy
that you're talking about,
the one with the flashing light?
U-Unless there's some other
guy living in the woods.
Said he hadn't seen Paige.
I don't know if I believe him.
Hm.
The plot thickens.
Wow.
Okay, you're full of surprises.
Well, I was the, uh,
secondary high school champ.
Just don't ask me to
shoot a gun, that's all.
Deal.
Poor Mary, huh?
Ditched by Luke
for the odd couple.
Yeah, they do seem very
friendly, don't they?
Mm-hmm.
Let's go, Mom.
Oh, my God.
Sunny! Buck!
Mary, what did I tell you
about the buddy system?!
T-There's something
you need to see.
H-Hold on a second.
What's going on?
Paige's bag. I found
it in the woods.
Paige's bag? Well,
that can't be right.
Are you sure it's hers?
Leopard print,
letter "P" bag charm?
I-I clocked it the
day they got here.
Like, who brings that
on a camping trip?
H-Hold on a second. Where...
Can you show me
where the bag is?
- Yeah.
- I'll go.
You stay with the horses.
It's okay, Buck.
Mary and I will be right back.
Okay. Let's go.
You sure this is the guy
you saw with the truck?
- Yep.
- Mm.
Looks a little worse for
wear. Tweaker, maybe?
Got his hands on Buck's
old truck at some point?
And then set it on fire?
Well, like I said, tweaker.
They don't do the
most logical things.
I guess anything's possible.
I'm gonna have Poppernak
compare it to outstanding
warrants in the area.
Great.
I'll be right back.
Oh. Take your time.
Oh, and, uh we're
gonna want details.
Of course you are.
So, really, you're never
gonna date a cop again?
Why, would it break your heart?
Oh.
You wish.
Mm.
You stalking me?
Yeah, maybe.
- Mm.
- Make that two?
Mnh. No, thanks.
So you, uh,
find out anything more
about that Suburban?
I'm working on it.
- You're working on it.
- Yeah?
You seem to be
asking my mom and dad
a lot of questions
about the backpacker.
Something you want to tell me?
You know I'm just doing my job.
And I got to follow the
leads wherever they take me.
Yeah. I get that.
And I want to help you.
Just promise me one thing.
Be straight with me.
My parents may be a
lot of things, but...
they're good people.
I've always thought that.
And I want that to
be true. I really do.
Maybe that's the thing.
So do I.
Just over here.
Why were you out
here by yourself?
Just needed to go for
a run to clear my head.
But then I found
Paige's bag and clothes.
I-I think maybe Luke buried
it after he killed her
and then some animal dug it up?
Okay, let's not
jump to conclusions.
Okay.
Wait.
You told everybody
you heard from Paige.
Said she was safe and
sound in New York, right?
I did. Yeah.
But maybe Luke got her cellphone
and called us to
throw us off track.
- Right. You're right.
- Yeah. Yeah.
I didn't think of that.
H-How did you know
it wasn't that way?
I don't know. My mind's
spinnin' with all this.
Is that the way?
That night when Luke
came back to camp,
you were the one that
checked their tent.
You said Paige's stuff was gone.
But he just got back to camp.
H-He couldn't have had time.
Why not?
I mean, we thought
that Paige came back
and got all of her
stuff, but we were wrong.
It was Luke.
No. No, no. This isn't right.
Don't get all wound up. All
right? Just settle down.
- Help!
- E-Easy, now. Just...
Help! Somebody help me.
Help!
Aah!
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