Big Sky (2020) s01e09 Episode Script
Let It Be Him
1
Previously on "Big Sky"
Freeze! Freeze!
[GUNSHOT]
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.
- POLYGRAPHER: You recognize this person?
No.
MERRILEE: I have no
idea what the truth is.
Penelope Denesuk.
I'm your husband's lawyer.
MERRILEE: What's the point?
He's clearly guilty.
PENELOPE: Best efforts, Merrilee.
Best efforts.
I've decided to report
you to the police.
[NECK SNAPS]
FATHER MAYNARD: Is your mother here?
She hasn't been returning my calls.
[GURGLING]
CASSIE: His face is
plastered everywhere.
He's gone to ground like
cornered animals do.
Help!
Have you seen Erik?
He didn't come home.
If you're happy and you
know it, clap your hands
- [STAPLE GUN FIRING]
- [SCREAMING]
Come at me, you psycho!
I've got plenty of staples.
[SCREAMS]
[GASPS]
RONALD: [ECHOING]
If you're happy and you know it
Clap your hands
If you're happy and you
know it, clap your hands
If you're happy and you
know it, clap your hands
Too much to do.
[SOLDERING IRON HISSES]
[HISSING CONTINUES]
ERIK: 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!
- [STAPLES CLATTERING]
- [SIGHS]
- [BAG THUDS]
Don't you hear the whistle blowin'
Rise up so early in the morn
Whoo, whoo-whoo!
Don't you hear the captain shouting
"Dinah, blow your horn"
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.
[GUN COCKS]
[CLANK]
Don't say a word.
[MONITOR BEEPING]
[INHALES SHARPLY, GROANS LIGHTLY]
[GASPING]
JERRIE: [ECHOING] Remember me?
- Ms. Thing-a-ma-goo?
- [BEEPING CONTINUES]
[GASPS]
[INHALES SHAKILY]
- This is a dream.
- JERRIE: It's a dream?
You think this is our dream?
[GASPS]
I'm s-sorry.
[SOBBING] 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?
[BEEPING QUICKENS]
Rick.
[GASPS]
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.
- [DOOR OPENS]
PENELOPE: 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.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
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.
- [DOOR OPENS]
Mom, did we get the paper today?
WOMAN: What?
What is it?
We canceled our subscription
six months ago.
Fake news.
- [DOOR SLAMS]
- [KNOCK ON DOOR]
[DOOR OPENS]
- 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.
[BELL RINGS]
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
[BELL RINGS]
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
[BELL RINGS]
- [DOOR CLOSES]
- [ECHOING] 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.
[TAPE CREAKS]
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
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.
- [ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]
- Aah! Aah!
- [PANTING]
- I'm going to ask you again, nicely.
Drop it now, please.
No.
- [ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]
- [SCREAMING]
[PANTING]
[CRACKLING STOPS]
- [CAGE RUMBLING, RATTLING]
- [GASPS]
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.
- [VEHICLE DOORS CLOSING]
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.
[GUN COCKS]
[TRAIN HORN BLOWING]
OFFICER #1: Confirm position.
Awaiting visual.
OFFICER #2: Eyes on. In position.
[GRUNTS]
- Aah!
- [HANDCUFFS CLICK]
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.
SOSA: Everyone, move! Move in! Let's go!
Let's go, go, go!
[INDISTINCT TALKING]
[GRUNTS]
- [GRUNTS]
- [GUNSHOT]
[OFFICER SHOUTING]
[DEBRIS CLATTERING]
- [GRUNTING]
- Hold up!
- TUBB: Let's go!
- SOSA: 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.
[FLASHLIGHT CLICKS]
Hang on, hang on!
[OFFICERS SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE]
Sosa! Tubb! Jenny!
What is it?
[HISSING, CLICKING]
What are those?
I can't get them open,
but I'm smelling gasoline.
I think the place is booby-trapped.
[HISSING CONTINUES, CLICKING QUICKENS]
Everybody, get out of here!
Clear out of the house!
[ALL SHOUTING]
- 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!
OFFICER: Positions!
Oh, God.
Okay, Erik.
[CUFFS RATTLING]
Talk to me. What's happening?
JENNY: I found Erik.
He's knocked unconscious.
I'm getting him out of here.
[GRUNTS] Damn it!
He cuffed him to the floor!
You have to get out now!
I can't just leave him here.
TUBB: Jenny, move it! Come on!
[HISSING, ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]
[JENNY GASPS, OBJECTS CLATTER]
[HISSING, CRACKLING CONTINUE]
[GRUNTS]
Jenny, you have to get out now!
[SCREAMS]
TUBB: Clear the house! Jenny, move!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]
[ALL SHOUTING]
[GRUNTS]
[GASPS]
Ronald's mother?
- So where's Pergman?
- And where's the boy?
They're either still inside or
OFFICER: They're gone.
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.
DENISE: Are you positive?
I-Is it okay to tell her that?
Tell me what?
[TELEPHONE CLICKS]
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.
- [SIGHS HEAVILY]
- JERRIE: What?
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
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.
[MONITOR BEEPING]
[DOOR OPENS]
How we doing? How you doing, Rick?
Looping toward shortstop,
Petrocelli's back.
Ah, he's got it!
[LAUGHS]
It's 1967.
The Red Sox keep winning the pennant.
Petrocelli's back. He's got it! [GRUNTS]
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.
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
[CLICKS TONGUE, SIGHS]
They pitched him on two days' rest.
Lonborg. Gibson had three. [CHUCKLES]
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.
- JENNY: 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.
[TELEPHONE CLICKS]
[SIGHS]
- 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?
- SOSA: What about the priest?
What does he drive?
Yummy, yummy, yummy,
I've got love in my tummy
That your love can satisfy
Love, you're such a sweet thing
Good-enough-to-eat thing
And, sweet thing, that ain't no lie
I love to hold ya, I love to kiss ya
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.
- [SIGHS]
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.
LEGARSKI: My best girl's a corker
Not the kind that's slow
Mm! Born and bred New Yorker
I would have you know
You can sing about your Mollies
Your Minnies or your Pearls
They're all back numbers
when compared
To my best girl
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
[ECHOING] What's going on with you?
There was an old lady
who swallowed a fly
[HUMMING]
I don't know why she swallowed a fly
[HUMMING]
- Perhaps she'll die
- What's wrong?
What?
You were singing that song.
[SIGHS]
I'm fine, Mother. [HUMMING]
Dinah, won't you blow
Dinah, won't you
blow your hor-or-orn
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Someone's in the
kitchen I kno-o-o-o-w
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strummin' on the old banjo
- Ooh, yah
- [SEATBELT UNLATCHING]
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-ie-o
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-ie-o-o-o-o
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-ie-o
Strummin' on the old banjo
Fee, fie, fo
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.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-ie-o
Fee, fie, fee, fie, fo
Strummin' on the old banjo
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
[CRYING]
Why would he do this? [SOBBING]
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.
[SOBS] Okay.
TUBB: 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?
CASSIE: Wait, we see him.
We see him. We see him.
Black Tesla. Same plates.
We're texting you the coordinates now.
- Let's go.
- SOSA: 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.
[ENGINE REVS]
Okay, we see you. Okay, go, go, go, go.
[SIGHS]
[ENGINE REVS]
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.
[TIRES SCREECH]
Damn it! Fall back!
We don't need you two getting yourselves
- and the hostage killed.
- Damn it.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
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.
[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]
RADIO REPORTER: 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.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
[MONITOR BEEPING]
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.
[SIGHS]
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
There was an old lady
who swallowed the fly
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."
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?
[OVER-ENUNCIATING] I do not.
[CHUCKLES]
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.
She swallowed the
goat to catch the dog
Swallowed the dog to catch the cat
Swallowed the cat to catch the bird
Picked up the hammer
to squash the fly
Perhaps he'll die
[BEEPING QUICKENS]
This is your menopause talking.
[LAUGHS]
That is the wrong answer, Rick.
Means your memory's back.
[BEEPING RAPIDLY]
[GRUNTING]
[FLATLINE]
[FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]
I don't know why she married the fly
[SIGHS]
- 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.
[ENGINE REVS]
- Oh, God.
- Get in front of it!
Go, go! G-Get in front of it!
- Aah!
- [ENGINE REVS]
[TIRES SQUEAL]
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.
- [GUN COCKS]
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!
[HORN BLARING]
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!
[GRUNTS]
- Aw!
- [GRUNTS]
[TIRES SCREECH]
Aah!
[MUFFLED SCREAM]
Hold on!
[GASPS]
[SIGHS]
Go down, go down, go down!
It's okay. It's okay.
You're safe. It's okay. Now, come on.
- Get up.
- [SIRENS WAILING]
[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]
It's It's all over.
It's all over. It's all over.
- [CRYING]
- [VEHICLE DOORS CLOSING]
- 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. [SMOOCHES]
Not even close.
[CELLPHONE VIBRATES]
Come on, kiddo.
Let's call your mom.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
That was some driving.
Are you kidding me?
And this happened when?
Okay, thank you.
[CELLPHONE BEEPS]
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.
[SIGHS]
[DOOR OPENS]
Erik. [GASPING] Oh, thank God.
Thank God!
Thank God.
- ERIK: It's over, Mom. I'm fine.
- Oh, I was so scared.
I'm sorry I didn't believe you.
[CHUCKLING] 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.
[CHUCKLES]
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.
[SIGHS]
Um
[CLEARS THROAT]
She's so cool.
Cool? She's, like, super cool.
She's not into taking credit.
The best ones never are.
I bless the day I found you
I want to stay around you
And so I beg you
Let it be me
Don't take this Heaven from one
If you must cling to someone
Now and forever
Let it be me
Each time we meet, love
I find complete love
Without your sweet love
What would life be?
So never leave me lonely
Tell me you love me only
And that you'll always
Let it be me
Let it be me
Previously on "Big Sky"
Freeze! Freeze!
[GUNSHOT]
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.
- POLYGRAPHER: You recognize this person?
No.
MERRILEE: I have no
idea what the truth is.
Penelope Denesuk.
I'm your husband's lawyer.
MERRILEE: What's the point?
He's clearly guilty.
PENELOPE: Best efforts, Merrilee.
Best efforts.
I've decided to report
you to the police.
[NECK SNAPS]
FATHER MAYNARD: Is your mother here?
She hasn't been returning my calls.
[GURGLING]
CASSIE: His face is
plastered everywhere.
He's gone to ground like
cornered animals do.
Help!
Have you seen Erik?
He didn't come home.
If you're happy and you
know it, clap your hands
- [STAPLE GUN FIRING]
- [SCREAMING]
Come at me, you psycho!
I've got plenty of staples.
[SCREAMS]
[GASPS]
RONALD: [ECHOING]
If you're happy and you know it
Clap your hands
If you're happy and you
know it, clap your hands
If you're happy and you
know it, clap your hands
Too much to do.
[SOLDERING IRON HISSES]
[HISSING CONTINUES]
ERIK: 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!
- [STAPLES CLATTERING]
- [SIGHS]
- [BAG THUDS]
Don't you hear the whistle blowin'
Rise up so early in the morn
Whoo, whoo-whoo!
Don't you hear the captain shouting
"Dinah, blow your horn"
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.
[GUN COCKS]
[CLANK]
Don't say a word.
[MONITOR BEEPING]
[INHALES SHARPLY, GROANS LIGHTLY]
[GASPING]
JERRIE: [ECHOING] Remember me?
- Ms. Thing-a-ma-goo?
- [BEEPING CONTINUES]
[GASPS]
[INHALES SHAKILY]
- This is a dream.
- JERRIE: It's a dream?
You think this is our dream?
[GASPS]
I'm s-sorry.
[SOBBING] 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?
[BEEPING QUICKENS]
Rick.
[GASPS]
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.
- [DOOR OPENS]
PENELOPE: 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.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
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.
- [DOOR OPENS]
Mom, did we get the paper today?
WOMAN: What?
What is it?
We canceled our subscription
six months ago.
Fake news.
- [DOOR SLAMS]
- [KNOCK ON DOOR]
[DOOR OPENS]
- 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.
[BELL RINGS]
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
[BELL RINGS]
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
[BELL RINGS]
- [DOOR CLOSES]
- [ECHOING] 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.
[TAPE CREAKS]
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
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.
- [ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]
- Aah! Aah!
- [PANTING]
- I'm going to ask you again, nicely.
Drop it now, please.
No.
- [ELECTRICITY ZAPPING]
- [SCREAMING]
[PANTING]
[CRACKLING STOPS]
- [CAGE RUMBLING, RATTLING]
- [GASPS]
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.
- [VEHICLE DOORS CLOSING]
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.
[GUN COCKS]
[TRAIN HORN BLOWING]
OFFICER #1: Confirm position.
Awaiting visual.
OFFICER #2: Eyes on. In position.
[GRUNTS]
- Aah!
- [HANDCUFFS CLICK]
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.
SOSA: Everyone, move! Move in! Let's go!
Let's go, go, go!
[INDISTINCT TALKING]
[GRUNTS]
- [GRUNTS]
- [GUNSHOT]
[OFFICER SHOUTING]
[DEBRIS CLATTERING]
- [GRUNTING]
- Hold up!
- TUBB: Let's go!
- SOSA: 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.
[FLASHLIGHT CLICKS]
Hang on, hang on!
[OFFICERS SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE]
Sosa! Tubb! Jenny!
What is it?
[HISSING, CLICKING]
What are those?
I can't get them open,
but I'm smelling gasoline.
I think the place is booby-trapped.
[HISSING CONTINUES, CLICKING QUICKENS]
Everybody, get out of here!
Clear out of the house!
[ALL SHOUTING]
- 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!
OFFICER: Positions!
Oh, God.
Okay, Erik.
[CUFFS RATTLING]
Talk to me. What's happening?
JENNY: I found Erik.
He's knocked unconscious.
I'm getting him out of here.
[GRUNTS] Damn it!
He cuffed him to the floor!
You have to get out now!
I can't just leave him here.
TUBB: Jenny, move it! Come on!
[HISSING, ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]
[JENNY GASPS, OBJECTS CLATTER]
[HISSING, CRACKLING CONTINUE]
[GRUNTS]
Jenny, you have to get out now!
[SCREAMS]
TUBB: Clear the house! Jenny, move!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]
[ALL SHOUTING]
[GRUNTS]
[GASPS]
Ronald's mother?
- So where's Pergman?
- And where's the boy?
They're either still inside or
OFFICER: They're gone.
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.
DENISE: Are you positive?
I-Is it okay to tell her that?
Tell me what?
[TELEPHONE CLICKS]
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.
- [SIGHS HEAVILY]
- JERRIE: What?
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
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.
[MONITOR BEEPING]
[DOOR OPENS]
How we doing? How you doing, Rick?
Looping toward shortstop,
Petrocelli's back.
Ah, he's got it!
[LAUGHS]
It's 1967.
The Red Sox keep winning the pennant.
Petrocelli's back. He's got it! [GRUNTS]
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.
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
[CLICKS TONGUE, SIGHS]
They pitched him on two days' rest.
Lonborg. Gibson had three. [CHUCKLES]
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.
- JENNY: 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.
[TELEPHONE CLICKS]
[SIGHS]
- 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?
- SOSA: What about the priest?
What does he drive?
Yummy, yummy, yummy,
I've got love in my tummy
That your love can satisfy
Love, you're such a sweet thing
Good-enough-to-eat thing
And, sweet thing, that ain't no lie
I love to hold ya, I love to kiss ya
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.
- [SIGHS]
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.
LEGARSKI: My best girl's a corker
Not the kind that's slow
Mm! Born and bred New Yorker
I would have you know
You can sing about your Mollies
Your Minnies or your Pearls
They're all back numbers
when compared
To my best girl
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
[ECHOING] What's going on with you?
There was an old lady
who swallowed a fly
[HUMMING]
I don't know why she swallowed a fly
[HUMMING]
- Perhaps she'll die
- What's wrong?
What?
You were singing that song.
[SIGHS]
I'm fine, Mother. [HUMMING]
Dinah, won't you blow
Dinah, won't you
blow your hor-or-orn
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Someone's in the
kitchen I kno-o-o-o-w
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Strummin' on the old banjo
- Ooh, yah
- [SEATBELT UNLATCHING]
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-ie-o
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-ie-o-o-o-o
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-ie-o
Strummin' on the old banjo
Fee, fie, fo
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.
Fee, fie, fiddle-e-ie-o
Fee, fie, fee, fie, fo
Strummin' on the old banjo
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
[CRYING]
Why would he do this? [SOBBING]
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.
[SOBS] Okay.
TUBB: 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?
CASSIE: Wait, we see him.
We see him. We see him.
Black Tesla. Same plates.
We're texting you the coordinates now.
- Let's go.
- SOSA: 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.
[ENGINE REVS]
Okay, we see you. Okay, go, go, go, go.
[SIGHS]
[ENGINE REVS]
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.
[TIRES SCREECH]
Damn it! Fall back!
We don't need you two getting yourselves
- and the hostage killed.
- Damn it.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
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.
[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]
RADIO REPORTER: 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.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]
[MONITOR BEEPING]
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.
[SIGHS]
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
There was an old lady
who swallowed the fly
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."
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?
[OVER-ENUNCIATING] I do not.
[CHUCKLES]
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.
She swallowed the
goat to catch the dog
Swallowed the dog to catch the cat
Swallowed the cat to catch the bird
Picked up the hammer
to squash the fly
Perhaps he'll die
[BEEPING QUICKENS]
This is your menopause talking.
[LAUGHS]
That is the wrong answer, Rick.
Means your memory's back.
[BEEPING RAPIDLY]
[GRUNTING]
[FLATLINE]
[FOOTSTEPS ECHOING]
I don't know why she married the fly
[SIGHS]
- 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.
[ENGINE REVS]
- Oh, God.
- Get in front of it!
Go, go! G-Get in front of it!
- Aah!
- [ENGINE REVS]
[TIRES SQUEAL]
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.
- [GUN COCKS]
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!
[HORN BLARING]
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!
[GRUNTS]
- Aw!
- [GRUNTS]
[TIRES SCREECH]
Aah!
[MUFFLED SCREAM]
Hold on!
[GASPS]
[SIGHS]
Go down, go down, go down!
It's okay. It's okay.
You're safe. It's okay. Now, come on.
- Get up.
- [SIRENS WAILING]
[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]
It's It's all over.
It's all over. It's all over.
- [CRYING]
- [VEHICLE DOORS CLOSING]
- 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. [SMOOCHES]
Not even close.
[CELLPHONE VIBRATES]
Come on, kiddo.
Let's call your mom.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
That was some driving.
Are you kidding me?
And this happened when?
Okay, thank you.
[CELLPHONE BEEPS]
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.
[SIGHS]
[DOOR OPENS]
Erik. [GASPING] Oh, thank God.
Thank God!
Thank God.
- ERIK: It's over, Mom. I'm fine.
- Oh, I was so scared.
I'm sorry I didn't believe you.
[CHUCKLING] 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.
[CHUCKLES]
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.
[SIGHS]
Um
[CLEARS THROAT]
She's so cool.
Cool? She's, like, super cool.
She's not into taking credit.
The best ones never are.
I bless the day I found you
I want to stay around you
And so I beg you
Let it be me
Don't take this Heaven from one
If you must cling to someone
Now and forever
Let it be me
Each time we meet, love
I find complete love
Without your sweet love
What would life be?
So never leave me lonely
Tell me you love me only
And that you'll always
Let it be me
Let it be me