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Previously on "Big Sky"...

We lost one.
The young one somehow got loose.

Please! Please, help!

You need to help.
I'm being chased.

I can't be souring
my relationship

with a state trooper
on a hunch.

Give me so much
as a hint of evidence

that Rick Legarski's
involved.

You're gonna plant a
tracker at the sheriff's office

in broad daylight?

Time is not on our side.

If it is Legarski,
we need to see where he goes.

Grace? Jerrie?

Someone's here.

I feel we're close.

-Help!
-Help!!

Where were you, Merrilee?

I was dancing, Rick.

Remember the concept?

Dancing with who?

Customer from work.

And what comes
around tends to go around.

Mm.

What are you doing?

Rick,
you're kind of scaring me.

The idea of you dancing
with another man...

...it's enough
to make me lose my mind.

I drove you
to that dance.

I neglected you.

You deserve better.

Well, things are
gonna change, my darling

Starting right now.

I'm gonna take down
that TV

and put up
that Rockwell print you love.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna wrap up
a few items,

turn over a new leaf,

that's what --
a brand-new leaf.

By chance, was it Trini Lopez
you were dancing to?

No.

Had to ask.

That would have been
dramatic irony.

A brand-new leaf.

Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, we're
doing all we can, I promise you.

We've pulled in every state
and federal agency we've got.

Everybody's working.

What about a reward
for information?

-Would that help?
-Yeah, we've set up
a state hotline

that pays for information,
had a few tips.

Nothing's panned out yet,
but most of the time,

I find we get
our best stuff from citizens

who are just trying
to be helpful.

So, you still don't know
where they are or who took them?

No, sir.

But you have my word

that I will personally
investigate every lead,

every possibility.

Just find them.

I'm begging you.

We're actually good.

Yeah. We are.

Your father
taught you that?

Yeah, he -- he would teach us
all kinds of songs.

I keep thinking
how freaked out they must be,

Mom and Dad.

How's the leg?

Still pus-y.

Maybe you can suck
on it.

You have an evil mouth.

I realize that's cool.

To be disrespectful,
to be unkind.

Have you stopped
to consider

that it was your unkindness
that got you here?

Calling me a loser?

This all began with
your youthful disdain.

It didn't begin that way
with me.

No, it didn't.

Your issues
are quite different.

Is that why
you've come this time?

To lecture us on kindness,
you psycho?

I know
what pissed you off.

You probably got called a loser
by some high-school girl.

Maybe all of them.

And it triggered you.

I probably represent

all of the pretty girls

who couldn't even be bothered
to look at you.

And if they did,
they'd just laugh,

call you a freak.

Danielle.

No.
He needs to hear this.

We're the object
of your hate

because you've been
the object of nothing but hate

and ridicule your entire
pathetic, little dickless life.

You want to beat
the crap out of me?

Huh?

Do it.

But at least take
these chains off first.

Or maybe you're afraid that I
would beat the crap out of you.

Maybe you'd be no match

for this pretty high-school
girl with nice hair.

How pathetic is that?

That was
a wonderful try.

I thought
she was the clever one.

-Hey.
-Shh!

I've come to give you
a little bit of good news.

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

Isn't that lovely?

I don't know what he means
by that, but I doubt it's good.

Hey.

What was that?

Desperate.

'Cause that seems to be
where we're at.

Yeah?

Somebody's been here.

I sincerely hope
this is your imagination.

There's two sets
of tire tracks.

This one's my truck.

This one is not.

From the tread,
it's another truck,

probably a pickup.

Could be random.

There's a bunch of
broken milk bottles, too.

Whoever it is
looked inside.

Anything taken?

Not that I could see.

Could be somebody
just got lost.

Or it could be
somebody came looking.

How would they know
to look here?

Well, you said this
Cassie Dewell suspects you.

And the wife.

Maybe
they followed you here.

Impossible.
Nobody can follow anybody

on these roads
without being noticed.

Well,
somebody's been here.

If not Cassie, then who?

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

Or maybe because
you killed a cop!

I'm gonna move up the pickup,
get rid of these girls.

But first we're gonna need
to deal with this other.

What other?

Cassie Dewell.
And Jenny Hoyt, too.

I worked with this police dog,
a bloodhound.

She could track anything.

She'd pick up a scent --
relentless.

They remind me
of that dog.

They're not
gonna quit.

Which means
they need to be stopped.

Did you know there's gonna be
a new moon this weekend?

Maybe we could go camping.

You wanted to take me
fly fishing, right?

What did you say?

Fly fishing?

What the hell
are you doing?

What do you mean,
what am I doing?

Always fish
near the bank first.

You cast
all the way there,

probably spooking the big hog
sitting right under your feet.

Forget thinking across.

Think below.

Call the reservations,
see if any

of the missing indigenous girls
spent time at truck stops.

Something just wasn't right
about that farm.

So I had my dad call
an old buddy of his

who worked for the Bureau
of Land Management.

Sent me this blueprint.
Look at that.

Underground space?

Built back in the '60s.

Guys, guys, look.
He's back.

Legarski.
He's back there right now.

This is it.
It's gotta be.

Let's go.

I'll drive.

"Bye, Denise."

What is it?

You just sit there
quietly.

Something wrong, Officer?

Operator's license,
registration,

and bill of lading.

But what did I do?

We'll get to that
in a moment.

Here you go.

This your wife
or girlfriend?

Just a friend.

What's your friend's name?

Sage.

Do me a favor.

Step out of the truck.

Now, Mr. Pergman!

Mr. Pergman.

May I call you Ronald?

Yes, sir.

I've been watching you,
Ronald.

You drive this road
quite a bit.

This isn't the first time
you've lost the battle

to your compulsions,
is it?

Don't lie to me, Ronald.

No, sir.

I can see that you were
raised right, Ronald,

but not very confident,
are you?

You should be.

Men like us --
truckers, troopers --

we're the unsung
American heroes.

But even men like us have
lapses in judgment, don't we?

Sage, can you step down,
please?

He was just giving me a lift,
is all.

Look at her, Ronald.

She's an occasion
for sin.

This woman does not
represent the same America

as you or I, does she?

N-No.

And a man like you doesn't
deserve to be punished

for falling victim to
the evil that Sage is selling.

What?

Now, it seems to me
you got a choice.

I can bring you in,
make a mess,

let your friends and family

find out about this little
stain on your record.

Or you can help Sage.

Lift her up
out of the gutter

and set her on the road
to a new life

and keep other good men
like you from falling trap.

You'd choose the latter,
wouldn't you?

I believe I would.

Yes.

This is Tubb.

I'm texting you
the coordinates

of the Bureau of Land Management
shed north of Yankee Jim.

Legarski's been there three
times in the past 24 hours.

Cassie pulled the records,
and there's a basement,

some sort
of underground space.

Hang on.

How do you know
Legarski's been there?

We put a GPS tracker
on his cruiser.

Jenny!
-Uh, save us the lecture.

If you could tell me one
good reason why a state trooper

would need to drive
to this specific location

in the middle of nowhere
three times in one day,

we'll stand down.

You know as well as I do
that their chances of survival

dwindle with every minute.

If they are there
and you didn't go...

I'm on my way.

And if Legarski's
not alone?

Then we'll have
to be enough.

You ever think,
if we did get out somehow,

anything you'd do different
in your life?

I've kind of already made
the biggest change.

My mind goes to...

spending more time
with people,

like my grandparents.

You're here
because of me.

God.

I just had to go see Justin.

I just had to pass
that trucker.

I didn't get
my car checked out.

And now you're here

because I'm so stupid.

That'll be on my tombstone --

I got
my little sister killed.

Nobody's gonna die here.

I'd go see my parents.

As much as they hate me,

they love me.

And I-I miss them.

This reminds me
of when I was a deputy.

Except I would drive.

My partner liked
riding shotgun.

You had a partner?

You sound surprised.

Just don't seem like
the partnering type, is all.

Well, I am.

Mm.

You wanna pull over and
braid each other's hair, too?

We got a job to do.
Let's just do it.

Fine.

Why did you leave
the force?

Just wasn't for me.

Could have fooled me.

You're more of a cop
than I am.

Must have been something bad
to knock you off course.

I think justice looks
different for different people.

Plenty of cowboys
with badges.

I wanted mine to count
for something.

I can't argue with that.

Legarski's still here.

-Should we wait?

No, if we can hear it,
so can he.

Hands!

Jesus.

Underground. Go.

-Move, move, move!
-Up here. Come on.

Yeah, let's go.

-Okay.
-Let's go this way.

Let's go.

I know
what you're gonna say.

-Not now.
-Tubb.

Damn it!

-He must have moved them
somewhere.
We weren't wrong.

Legarski knows where
those girls are. And Cody.

I know.

Okay,
we're gonna find them.

We're gonna find
all of them.

Legarski and whoever
he's been working with

have been one step ahead of us
this whole time.

Well, that ends
right now.

We don't let up,
not for a second.

Deal?

Deal.

Put 'em down.

Okay, listen, Rick.

What in God's name
did they say to you?

Must have spun
some hell of a story

for you to SWAT me
like this.

We were following
a lead.

She's lost the plot,
Walter!

You all have!

Cassie's got you
all wound up.

Hey, how did
you even know I was here?

They put a GPS tracker
on your unit.

I beg your pardon?

What are
you even looking at me for?

Putting that
on somebody's car --

that is a crime!

You are revealing yourself
to be

an old, half-out-to-pasture
sheriff without much of a clue.

That's not a good look,
Walter.

You know what I am?

I am decorated.

I am a distinguished officer
of the law.

And you think, what,
that I have something

to do with
these missing girls?!

What were you doing out here,
Rick?

Last time I checked,
it's a free country.

Perks of being
a state trooper is,

I get to eat my tuna sandwich
wherever I want to!

You should be ashamed
of yourself,

asking questions
about me.

You ask questions about her,
huh? Cassie?

You know
she quit the academy

just a little bit
before graduation?

-Did you know that?
-You know what, Rick?

She has an issue
with law enforcement,

a bias against the blue.

That's just my guess.

She's playing you
like a fiddle.

Shh!

Don't worry.

It won't be long now.

My, my, my.

You should have seen
their faces.

I'd forfeit my pension
just to see that look again.

Bunch of amateurs.

We're vulnerable here.

People pass by
every day.

Just a couple of hours,
and we're in the clear.

We bought ourselves
much more than that.

After today,

I am out of
the kidnapping business.

Taking too much of a toll
on me,

on my wife, my marriage.

Merrilee went dancing
last night.

What do you mean,
she went dancing?

Some customer
from the quilt shop.

Can you believe that?

Quilt customer?

Probably queer
as a $2 bill.

How'd you find that out,
that she went dancing?

She told me.

I mean, some kind of cry
for help, best I can figure.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to try to improve,

be a better man.

What else can I do?

She's all I got.

Kids are grown
and gone.

Merrilee is...

I'm eroding, Ronald.

I can feel it.

I was always the biggest kid
when I was a child.

It has an impact
on how you grow up.

It made me feel so proud,
being big.

Like I was singled out
for something special.

Look at me now.

I'm sorry
I took the girls.

I got angry,
and I made a mistake.

Two more hours,
it's all in the rearview.

You put me
in a hell of a spot.

Opened up
a huge can of worms.

Obviously,
he found the GPS,

then used it to cover
his tracks to lure us in.

Yeah, and you fell for it
and took me with you.

Commander Sosa,
I wasn't expecting you.

When one of my troopers
almost gets gunned down,

I make it a point to find out
what happened.

Who's handling
the crime scene?

There is no crime scene.

There were crimes.

Brandishing a loaded weapon,

threatening a state trooper,
stalking.

I'm...handling it.

It doesn't look like it.

This is between us.

Was I talking to you?

My officer nearly got
his ticket punched today

by his fellow lawmen,

all because some washed-out
ex-deputy with --

-Hey!
-I'm handling it.

You don't find
his behavior odd?

Both of you are under arrest
for criminal stalking.

It was my idea.

It was all me.

You want
to arrest someone?

Let's go.

Jenny Hoyt,
you're under arrest

for criminal stalking.

Jenny, you don't have
to do this.

It's alright.
Let Denise know.

I'll be outta here
in a couple of hours.

Tubb may be sheriff,
but out there on the roads,

those are my guys,
and I will not stand

for anyone endangering them
on a whim.

Understood?

Hey.

Ow!

Sorry.

Drink some of this.

I know you think
you're like him.

It's never too late for us

to make
a different choice.

I think you were
the kind of girl

to share her snacks
at school,

sit by people
who didn't have a friend.

You should have never
ended up here.

I wish...

I wish...

Just let us go.

I hope this is
the right thing for you.

That you're safe.

But you know
I'll never be safe again.

I'm sorry.

All good?

All good.

What happens to them?

Don't you start that now,
you hear me?

This is done.

Like it never happened.

Why won't you tell me?

Because you're weak,
Ronald.

You're not equipped
to handle these things.

So I'm doing the favor of
handling it for both of us.

Uh, one last thing.

In conversation
with the sheriff,

seems Jenny Hoyt
and Cassie Dewell

are bearing down on
the trucker connection.

Evidently they went
to the very truck stop

where you grabbed
that lot lizard,

looked at security footage,
got license plates.

God knows
you fit the profile.

I'm careful.

They've got nothing
on me.

Well, be a good lad.

Make yourself scarce.

And, remember, even if they
don't have anything on you,

doesn't mean
you're in the clear.

-Hey, Denise.
-Hey, I'm glad I caught you.

I was just about
to go post bail.

The missing fisherman --
they discovered his truck.

And?

Come here, come here.
I'll show you.

They found his truck here,

less than 2 miles
from here.

-Mm.
-Which is?

The storage shed.

Maybe a coincidence,
maybe not.

We had him.

We're running out of time.
I can feel it.

What would Cody say?

Get in his head.

Hmm.

Get in his head.

Where are you going?

Let me know
when you've got Jenny.

What kept you?

Your business associate?

I don't like
you hovering.

I don't like
what you're up to.

What am I up to?

I don't know,

but I have a feeling
it has something

to do with your prurient urges
and those missing teenagers.

You're a sexual pervert,
aren't you, Ronald?

Ohh!

Don't you ever
call me that again.

Yes. Yes.
It's off the state route.

You couldn't be
more than 20 minutes away.

Yes, I'm ready.

-I appreciate --

Don't you clean up nice.

We made it this far
without having to kill you.

Let's not ruin it now.

Please.

This isn't
the life for us.

-Me neither.
-I have an idea.

How 'bout
you let them go?

Keep me.

And I-I can work for you.

I-I can make you more money
over time

than you'll probably make
selling us.

Eliminate the middle man.

My, my, my, Fake Missy.

-Mm!
-You don't get me at all.

-Please, sir.
-Please? Sir?

We're past that,
don't you think?

Don't touch me.

Don't! Don't!

Don't touch me!

-I don't want to hurt you.
-I'll bite your hand off!

-I don't want to hurt you.
-I'll bite -- I'll...

Get off of me!
-I don't want to hurt you.

-I will bite your hand off!
-I don't want to hurt you!

Now stay still.

It's official.

I'm a stalker now.

I need to be on the road
for a bit,

and I figured
I'd just come by to say hi

and to tell you I had a --
a very nice time last night.

It was nice.

But not to be repeated.

Mitchell, I'm married.

My marriage, however challenged,
is important.

So I'm not gonna go
down this road.

Some secret friendships
can be good for a marriage.

It's not happening.

Okay.

That makes me sad,

but we'll leave it
at one dance, then.

Thank you.

It had meaning.

And I know
that sounds silly

to think
a single encounter

with another person
can have impact,

but I'll remember
our dance.

As will I.

Goodbye, Merrilee.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

Mrs. Legarski?

Hi.

My name's Cassie Dewell.

Have you heard of me?

Can't say that I have.
Should I have?

Have you heard
of the two missing girls

that disappeared
in Yankee Jim Canyon?

My husband's
a state trooper.

He's working on that case.

So am I,
as a private detective.

I'm actually working
with your husband,

which is why I thought
you might have heard
him mention my name.

He doesn't talk about
his cases much.

How's he seemed lately?

What's going on?

It's possible your husband
might have

something to do
with their disappearance.

What?

You must be joking.

Did he mention Cody Hoyt?

That's my partner.

He went to meet
with your husband

regarding the teenagers.

Then he disappeared.

Ms. Dewell, you are
way off-track here.

You have no idea.

That's possible.

But sometimes it's
the spouses who have no idea.

Has anything seemed
out of the ordinary?

No, and I think
you've worn out your welcome.

-He hasn't seemed erratic?
-I said no.

But if it gets you
out of my shop,

he's just the same
as he's always been.

He's a creature of habit.

He eats at the same time
and the same place every day.

Hell, you can set your watch
to his bowel movements after.

So I can't help you.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You nearly killed me.

I'm under some stress.

My business associate.

I'm not sure
I can trust him.

And I fear that he's leading
me down a very bad path.

Have you got those girls,
Ronald?

I see you glued
to the reports.

It coincides
with your urges.

He's got them.

And I fear
he might incriminate me.

So I'm --
I'm under stress.

Who is this person?

I can't tell you that.

It would put you
in danger.

And why not
go to the police?

That's not an option.

I'll handle it, Mom.

I've got a plan.

-Good. You're out.
-Denise posted bail.

They gave me notice
to appear.

Where are you?

Just came
from seeing Merrilee.

Now I'm headed
to The All In Bar.

-Where Cody was last?
Yeah.

Something Merrilee said
about Legarski

being a creature of habit.

When Cody met him,

he was having his breakfast
at The All In Bar.

When I met him, he was doing
the same, except for...

Today he was at the shed.

-Yep.
I'll meet you there.

Yeah?

Yes. All set.

All according to plan.

Alright, ladies.

Your ride's here.

Down here!

Cassie Dewell.

As I live and breathe.

You're like a dog with a bone,
you know that?

Hands where
I can see them.

-I'm sorry?
-You heard me.

First,
you are trespassing.

-Again, I should say.
-Hands.

Second, you've drawn a weapon
on a Montana State Trooper,

a decorated
law-enforcement officer.

Hands in the air now.

Is that really
what you want?

You forgot to add "Missy."

But it's up to you.

Hands in the air,
or I will shoot you.

Well, I know
they didn't teach you

to say that at the academy

because that gives me
self-defense.

Who's that?
Who's there?

Oh, it looks like the
three girls who are missing.

That I just showed up
to rescue.

They can hear everything
you're saying, by the way,

including you telling me
you're going to shoot me.

They're also proof
that I've caught you

in the middle
of an ongoing kidnapping,

and their lives
are in danger,

both of which give me
every right

to shoot you
right where you stand.

Put your hands behind your head
and walk towards me.

See, my concern
with coming closer is,

you'll use it as an excuse
to shoot me.

Best you come down here.

Get down on the ground.

Wait. Better idea.

I'm going to reach
for my weapon slowly

and use it to put you
under arrest.

Freeze!
Freeze!

You just allowed somebody
you consider to be a suspect

to draw their weapon.

Very disappointing.

I just came
from Merrilee's quilt shop.

She seems like
a nice lady.

Be a shame
to make her a widow.

Wow.

You seem to have a keen interest
in the women I've married.

Your hand's shaking,
by the way.

Can you see that?

My hand's solid as a rock.
You're the one shaking.

Put the gun down!

Don't test me!

Tell you what.

I usually count to three,

but I'm gonna let you hit
from the ladies' tee.

I'm gonna count to five.

If you don't put your weapon
down by the count of five,

one of three things
will happen.

"A" --
I'll put my weapon down.

"B" -- Raise it in the air
like Alexander Hamilton.

"C" -- Shoot you.

My money's on "C."

-One...
-Drop the gun.

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

...three...four...

My, my, my.

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