Big Sky (2020) s01e13 Episode Script

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Previously on "Big Sky"
Arthur, this is Mary. My sister.
- So, what do you think?
- He looks so familiar.
Take me back to the station!
- Shut up!
- I believe one of your deputies
picked up a friend of mine.
What friend might that be?
I said drop it.
You wanna know why I left?
You remember his name,
Pa. Cole Danvers
I told you to forget about that.
We're in enough trouble with
what you did with Rosie!
Burying this is not gonna
wash away what we've done.
John Wayne
Unh!
Blake?
Blake?
No.
No, no!
Blake.
Blake!
Blake, Blake.
Blake.
You need to come forward.
People need to know
what really happened.
What I say isn't gonna change anything.
Believe me, I've tried.
What What What do you mean?
I went to the sheriff and tried
to change my statement.
I tried telling them Blake didn't do it,
that it was Rand and John Wayne.
And the sheriff talked me out of it
told me there would be repercussions.
It doesn't matter. It happened.
Nothing's gonna change that.
The Kleinsassers
my father says they would do worse.
Rosie, your story does matter.
I know it's scary, but we believe you.
Wish I could help Blake.
But I can't.
That's my dad. You should go.
Go.
What did I tell you?
They They want to help Blake.
It doesn't matter. Go.
I'll deal with them.
Mr. Amaya, we're private investigators.
We work for Blake Kleinsasser.
I don't care who you are
or who you work for.
- We're just trying to help.
- You want to help?
Leave. And don't come back.
I can't even begin to understand
what you're feeling.
You have no idea who
you're messing with.
I do.
The things that family's capable of
You keep asking questions you
aren't supposed to be asking,
and you'll find out.
Worked for them for 25 years.
The one thing I know is
that they're ruthless,
every last one of them.
You want to take them
on, you leave us out.
Blake didn't do this to Rosie.
And you know who did.
It's not my problem.
It should be your problem.
You need to do the right thing.
For your daughter.
Believe me I am.
Dad.
Tell 'em.
Tell us what?
- Just leave.
- Please help us understand
what's going on.
Please.
I hope you change your mind.
Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
I don't know what happened.
I looked out and saw him like this.
The hell he doing out here?
He used to like to sit
up there and drink.
Clear his head, write his fruity poetry.
I liked his poems.
What the hell you doing, Rand?
It's bad luck to die with your boots on.
Everybody knows that.
I don't want him to have bad luck
in the place that he's in now.
Leave it, Rand. Rand
JW.
It'll be okay, Rand.
He's better off where he's at.
Neither one of you saw
anything last night?
- Rand? Look at me.
- No, sir.
John Wayne?
No, sir.
What do you want us to do with him?
Nothing until I call the sheriff.
He was a good boy.
I swear she purrs like
a kitten, this one.
If those darn snowflake
globalists don't force you
to go hydrogen or electric,
she's gonna last you till you retire.
Why are you selling?
Sciatica. Can't sit 10
hours a day no more.
Yeah, I wasn't sure
about that Facebook
Marketplace thing at first,
but my old lady she sells
everything on there.
Says it's better than that Craigslist.
That's where all the weirdos go.
- Good to know.
- Yeah.
May I?
Of course.
Trust me, though
you're gonna feel it.
What's that?
The scream of the open road.
I know what you're thinking.
But I've changed.
I'm a good boy now.
I've found somebody special,
a woman who understands me.
She's wonderful.
I don't care what you think!
It's Blake! He's dead!
We don't know what happened.
I know what happened.
- You do?
- Everybody in this family knows.
Aw, that's just your emotions
talking, Margaret.
Go on. Y-You get 'em out.
This is because of you.
You killed him.
Well, I hope you're speaking
in the metaphorical sense,
because he fell or he jumped.
- He fell.
- He fell?
- He fell!
- He fell?!
He went from the top of the cliff
to the bottom of the cliff. Alright?!
Sheriff Wagy's coming.
Maybe he can shed some
light on the situation,
but it d-doesn't change the
fact that Blake is gone!
- He's gone!
- Blake is gone because of you.
- It's all my fault?
- Yes!
- It's all my fault.
- It's the truth!
The truth is, you're his mother
and you're a pill-poppin' drunk.
Cheyenne, take care of your mother.
Thank you.
Still no word from Blake?
No. I need to tell him about Rosie.
Rosie's not gonna be any help.
Maybe, but he still needs to know.
Okay. We We do that,
we hand over what we know
about the attack to his lawyer,
and get out of here.
Why is everyone so afraid?
Small county.
- They've been running things.
- What are they afraid of?
Blake hinted at something.
He also told you to leave.
Cody was never afraid. Not ever.
He just charged right at things,
not a worry in the world.
You miss him.
Every damn day.
When Andrew died,
I didn't get out of bed
for for a week.
And then, one day, my dad showed up,
told me he was moving in
and, uh
made me breakfast,
gave me a list of chores,
and told me to get on with my life.
And, yeah, think about him.
You You have to let that stuff in.
The minute you shut that
out, you stop living.
It's really the only way.
Hey, Denise.
Hey. Um
Cassie with you?
Yeah. Hold on.
We're both here.
What's wrong?
I picked up something on the scanner.
Something about a report
of a body being found
on the Iron Cross Ranch.
Possible suicide.
When?
About 6:00 this morning.
It's Blake. I know it.
He He He wanted to tell me
something, but he couldn't.
I know what you're thinking.
But you cannot go to the ranch.
They will shoot you on sight.
I-I-I need to do something.
Uh, I'm gonna go see the sheriff.
Another stupid idea.
I'll be fine.
That woman who works for him,
Angela she knows something.
I get her talking, maybe
get some answers.
Okay. You tell me the moment
you leave there then.
Yeah.
So, uh, how you want
me to put this down?
I can write it up any way you want.
It was a suicide.
You put it down as a suicide.
Understood.
All right, let's go.
Margaret.
So sorry for your loss.
He didn't kill himself.
I'm afraid it's the truth.
Margaret. It could be he slipped.
Get out of here.
- I want you to leave now.
- Yes, ma'am.
You can thank me later.
- Half and half?
- No. Dairy's inflammatory.
It's nightshade.
And no alcohol or sugar.
No, I am on the Tom Brady diet.
Is there something else?
'Cause if you came over
to talk about your diet,
I got to get ready for work.
- You know how I never forget a face?
- Hm.
How Mom used to call
me a super-recognizer?
That's not a real thing.
It is a real thing.
Anyway, the point is, from
the moment that I met Arthur,
I recognized him.
That doesn't surprise me.
It's not like we live in New York City.
No, Scarlet. I have seen him somewhere.
And I woke up last night,
and I had a very bad feeling.
You're jealous that I'm finally happy.
Yeah, you only like me when
I'm sad and lonely and hurt
so that you can mother me.
But I'm okay now.
I'm better than okay.
I'm in love.
Do you remember what happened
the last time you said
you were "in love"?
Because I do.
Arthur is not like Steve.
He is sweet and kind.
I feel like he was sent to me,
like we were destined to meet.
Who's Steve?
Sorry. I heard you talking.
He was just a bad penny
that's not coming back.
Nothing to worry about, Arthur.
- Hi, Mary.
- Hi.
Yeah, let me, um, get
a picture of you two.
Yeah, for my, uh
my digital scrapbook.
Well, that sounds like a
very unsafe thing to me.
Your image out there
for hackers to steal.
Have you heard of this
thing called a deepfake?
No, it's just a picture.
Pretty soon, we'll live in a
world where nothing is real.
Digital robots, your head
on another person's body.
Oh, don't be silly. No. Come on.
Just one more. Please?
Only if you come here and join us, Mary.
It's only fair. Get over here.
We'll all take a picture together.
Come on. Here.
Well, no, you should stand here.
It should be red, brown, blond.
You know what they say, don't you?
What?
When three people are
photographed together,
it's the middle one that will die first.
That's so creepy, Arthur.
Well, it's something my
mother used to tell me.
She was a very superstitious woman.
Big smile!
I need to see the sheriff.
Uh, now might not be the best time.
Why don't you tell me when the
best time would be, Angela?
What happened at the ranch?
There was an accident.
Was it Blake?
- Are you sure?
- You still at the Grey Cliff?
Yeah, for a bit.
Um, how did Blake die?
Yeah, the Grey Cliff
used to be a nice place.
Owners really let it go, though.
I'm sorry, Miss Hoyt,
but, uh, I can't give out
that sort of information.
Sheriff Wagy.
Well, well. Look what
the cat dragged in.
Oh, if you're here about
Blake Kleinsasser,
uh, that case is now officially closed.
As such, you and your little friend
would do well to get back to Helena.
What do the Kleinsassers have on you?
They ain't got nothin' on me.
You see
we take care of our own up here.
Isn't that right, Angela?
- Yes, sir.
- Damn straight.
Nothing more to see up here.
You have a good day, now, Miss Hoyt.
Tonight.
Here you go.
Can I have some more?
- You take any pills?
- No.
Do you have any?
No.
I'm done with those.
Remember when I was little?
When you used to paint my
nails all different colors?
Yeah, of course.
You liked them all sparkly.
- Mm-hmm.
- The sparklier, the better, right?
Why be dull when you can bedazzle?
And Blake would tell me how
beautiful my nails looked
and let me paint his
toenails just like mine.
It's our little secret.
You never told me that.
And you you used to tell me
I could be anything I wanted
to be when I grew up,
even a-a-a rodeo princess warrior queen
who kicked butt.
You remember the rules of being
a rodeo princess warrior queen?
Don't cry, don't listen to men,
be nice to dogs, and always be awesome.
So we're not gonna cry anymore.
Okay?
It won't change a thing.
Hm.
Hey, Mama.
Look who it is. The man in charge.
Knock it off.
Can I have a word?
Go on.
In private?
Mm.
Sounds so important.
And mysterious.
Remember the rules.
What the hell are you doing?
- You wanted to talk?
- I need you to listen.
- I'm done listening to you.
- No, you're not.
Oh, yes, I am!
You bitch!
Breathe.
You don't know who you're messing with.
I know exactly who I'm messing with.
The piece of trash who killed Blake.
And I'm gonna tell
everybody what you did
unless you start listening to me.
You're not gonna tell anybody.
Oh, I'll tell whoever
I damn well please,
so you better start minding
your manners around me.
What, you got some kind
of little-girl plan
to take over the ranch, turn it
into some kind of petting zoo?
Good luck with that.
Go ahead. Mess with the white lion.
- See what happens.
- The ranch is mine.
Whoop-de-do.
Just wait and see what happens
when the old man passes
and you find yourself in a trailer park.
Is that your plan?
It gets worse.
Mm.
Shakin' in my boots, JW.
All around the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey thought it
was all in good fun
Pop goes the weasel
- A penny for a need
- Take her first, then drop me.
What? You're on the way.
What did your sister want
that was so important?
She's just lonely, I think.
That's it?
You mean that stuff about Steve?
That was nothing.
He's Phoebe's dad.
Sperm donor, really. He's long gone.
I got a little jealous.
He's not coming back. Seriously.
Like, ever.
- Love you, Phoebes.
- Love you, Mom.
What?
I must have left my phone
back at the house.
I'll get it for you.
No, she she can't be late again.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
I'll have to keep sane without it.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Bye!
spool of thread,
penny for a needle
That's the way the money goes
Pop goes the weasel
-
- Rufus has the whooping cough
And Sally has the measles
That's the way the money goes
Pop goes the weasel
Blake's dead.
D-Do you know how?
No.
What What do you want to do?
I don't know.
Angela from the sheriff's
office wants to talk, I think.
Do you know about what?
Not quite sure, but she
seemed pretty scared,
like she was being watched.
Okay. When?
Tonight.
I don't know what the
next move should be.
Come here.
You get what you can
out of Angela. Alright?
Yeah. Yeah.
Lindor called.
Denise says she got a tip about Ronald,
so I told him I'd go
check it out with him.
I mean, it's probably nothing,
but just the same, you know?
Are you okay if I go?
Yeah. I-I should probably stick around
and hear what Angela has to say.
Thank you.
Hi. Mary.
May I come in?
Now's not a good time.
I think we may have gotten
off on the wrong foot.
"You only get one chance
to make a first impression"
is what they say.
But I believe in do-overs. Don't you?
A chance to fix my mistakes.
Leave or I will call the police.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Oat flakes.
Well, I guess there's a
first time for everything.
I don't know how you do it with
all these eyes looking at you.
I had a G.I. Joe when I was little,
but my mother used to
lock him away in a box
whenever I made him do something impure,
something she didn't like.
She called it the bad-boy box.
I know that sounds harsh,
but she only had good intentions.
What sort of intentions
do you have, Mary?
What?
Well, I think you've been
a busy, busy lady.
Bad things happen to busy ladies.
Ladies who can't leave things alone.
Like you.
I'd like to know just
how busy you've been.
Hold still, please.
Is that right?
I didn't think so. Here maybe?
Help!
Stop screaming!
If you don't stop screaming,
I'll cut another hole.
Do you understand me?
Yeah.
Good.
- Now, who else did you tell about me?
- What?
I don't need to tell you
the situation, Mary.
You're clearly a very
bright and busy lady,
a lady who understands
exactly what will happen
when we're done with
our little chat here
and I go back to your sister
and your niece, Phoebe,
and try to get back the life
that you have taken from us.
How do you think that will go?
Not well. Not well at all.
In fact, I think there
is a real possibility
of what my mother used to
call an unforeseen tragedy.
You should want me to be happy
so that I can make your sister happy.
I didn't tell anyone. Please.
Fantastic.
Then you won't mind if I check
your search history, would you?
Okay.
My, my. You've been busy as a bee.
Please don't hurt me.
All you had to do was tell me the truth.
I'm a fair person, Mary,
but in my experience, lies beget lies.
And you know what they say about liars.
Liar, liar, woman in
the blanket on fire!
You called those
private investigators
Cassie Dewell and Jenny Hoyt?
Nobody Nobody picked up. I swear it.
I-I left a voicemail, but I-I
just told them to call me back.
- Then I had to leave
- Liar!
There's nothing left to lie about!
You're gonna hurt me! I know it!
Is that what you think?
That I'm some kind of killer?
Answer me.
Am I a killer?!
You're a monster!
You're a monster.
Stop saying that.
- You're a monster.
- Stop saying
You're a monster! You're a monster!
Stop saying that! Stop saying that!
He ain't a person no more.
It's 'cause you killed him, Rand.
Blake said you hit him in
the head with a shovel.
Yeah, maybe.
I can't remember.
Blake was gonna dig him up,
tell folks what you did
tell everybody what Pa did
tell them all our damn
business out here.
Blake wouldn't do that.
That's what he was gonna do.
Is that why he killed himself?
Forget about that.
Just remember that I've got your back.
Okay, Rand? No matter what,
I will have your back.
Put the bones in the barrel.
Hey, what the hell you doing?
- Rand.
- It's just one bone.
I'm gonna bury it someplace
special so he don't come see me.
Everything comes back, you know?
This is stupid.
Hey.
I need you to listen to me, alright?
Cheyenne's been running
her mouth about stuff
that she has no business
running her mouth about.
I can fix that.
Don't fix anything just yet.
I just want you to watch her.
Okay?
Were you able to get her address?
Oh, yeah. Got it.
Hey. Have a listen.
You think it's credible?
We've gotten dozens of these.
Oh, this one's different.
I had a feeling the minute I heard it.
Hello.
Uh, my name is Mary. Mary Leyendecker.
I-I'm calling about the
Ronald Pergman case.
I I think I know where he is.
Anyway, I-I saw him again this morning.
Someone, please
just please call me back.
Please.
She is scared. I'm telling
you, she has seen him.
I'll drive.
Little Cheyenne.
You know they shoot trespassers up here.
- County road.
- Don't matter.
You want to tell me about Blake?
What part?
How did he die?
Fell off a cliff.
He knew this place was gonna kill him.
Finally did.
So that's what happened.
Mm
It's what we're going with.
How about we trade?
I tell you something
you tell me something.
Hmm!
Okay.
Blake didn't do that to Rosie.
Your brothers were there that night.
I think they drugged them
and staged the attack.
It's a little late for that now.
Your turn.
Did Blake kill himself?
No, you said tell you something,
not answer a question.
Let's stick to the rules.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Cole Danvers.
Cole Danvers?
- Mm-hmm.
- That's it?
Mm-hmm.
How old's your kid?
If I detect even a hint of judgment,
you'll be hitchhiking home.
Don't have any authority to
judge. I'm not a parent.
- He's 9.
- Hmm.
His dad watching him?
What's with the interrogation?
- Was I doing that?
- Yeah, you were.
Oh. Oh, well, sorry. Where I come from,
this is called getting to know someone.
- Oh. Oh. O-Okay.
- Yeah.
I guess I just would prefer
maybe a little less hocus-pocus.
Hocus-pocus?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
You know what? It's time
for some Hall & Oates.
Definitely not. Why don't you
tell me something about you?
Can I overshare?
Be my guest.
I lost someone.
To something I'm convinced
I could have prevented.
Yeah, it's the kind of
thing that eats you alive.
I lost everything.
At which point
I kept driving and driving
until I ran out of road.
At this place I was staying,
there was a poster on the wall.
It said
"Death smiles at us all.
All we can do is smile back."
That poster saved my life.
His name was Andrew. Kai's dad.
He died in the line overseas.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Yeah.
I lost my sister. Maria.
A man named Richard Middleton
confessed to taking her
from a mall parking lot.
Right in front of me.
I mean, I-I didn't see it,
but I'd sent her into the store
and was waiting for her.
She didn't come back, I knew
something had happened.
We never did find her body.
I warned you.
It's just something
I thought you should know.
A penny for a spool of thread
A penny for a needle
Mary tries to call the police
Pop goes the weasel
Mm.
We keep a clean house.
Right, Mom? We don't like filth.
See? I'm a good boy.
I cleaned my mess.
Car's here.
Let's take a look around back.
It's locked.
Cole Danvers.
That's all I got.
Okay, gimme a second.
Any mention. Try searching
with the Kleinsassers.
Uh, okay, here we go. Here we go.
Um, Cole Danvers.
Uh, just a quick mention
in the Twin Falls Register
from about, ah, 15 years ago.
Parents filed a missing persons report,
but because he was an adult,
the case was dropped.
- Hmm.
- Want to tell me what this is about?
Uh Cheyenne Kleinsasser
gave it to me.
Oh, okay. Well, give me
a few more hours,
and I'll do a more thorough search,
and I'll have it for you
when you get back.
You're coming back, aren't you?
Tonight.
Do you mind checking on Justin for me?
Yeah, of course. Consider it done.
Where you been?
- Out.
- Out where?
- None of your business.
- Did you talk to anybody?
You know, this would
go a whole lot easier,
and maybe you could avoid
another kick in the nuts
if you would just ask me
what you want to ask me.
Rand saw you talking to
the private investigator
- that Blake brought up here.
- Ugh. Did he, now?
Rand, is that true?
You talk too much, Cheyenne.
Maybe you should get that
nail out of your mouth
before you get mountain teeth.
No girl's gonna want to kiss you.
Gross!
- Look at me.
- What?
This will go a lot better if you
didn't play me for the fool.
I'm just playing the cards
you're dealing, J-Dub.
What'd you say to her?
Nothing.
But maybe I will.
Depends on what your
dumb ass is gonna do.
Why don't you just shut your mouth?
Or what?
What? Are you gonna kill me? Hmm?
Do it!
I think those jeans
are squeezing your nuts
up into your brain.
Remember what happened last time?
I'll do it again, big boy.
See ya.
We've got to see Jenny Hoyt.
Denise has been calling
Mary all morning.
No answer.
And now her phone's going
straight to voicemail.
Do you think we should
grab a bite, come back?
Hmm.
Well, she's got a thing
for Victorian dolls.
Hmm. Take a look on the floor.
I think we just found probable cause.
For what?
For kicking the damn door in.
Ms. Leyendecker?!
Kitchen's clear.
Cassie.
- What?
- There's a basement.
Clear.
Clear.
That's weird.
I guess she thinks she's
gonna resell these.
Lindor.
Huh.
Give me a hand.
On three. One, two, three!
Do you think Ronald did this?
No. That guy's been dead a while.
I'll call it in.
Yeah.
Angela, come in.
- Sorry. This is so weird.
- It's okay.
I just I-I've never done
anything like this before,
and I just I'm scared.
As long as the sheriff
doesn't know you're here,
- we should be good.
- It's his poker night, and
you know, I was careful coming up here.
But I had to avoid Earl
at the front desk.
- He works for them, too.
- The Kleinsassers?
I don't know for sure,
but he's a talker.
What is it you want to tell me?
What's this?
Proof the sheriff knew
what happened to Rosie was no accident
and that Blake didn't do it.
Proof he covered it up.
Thank you for this.
Did Blake kill himself?
I don't think so.
Wagy called the coroner and
had him write it up that way.
We found Gil and Rosie.
No, Gil's not gonna help you. He can't.
What does he know?
All kinds of stuff
that the Kleinsassers
want to keep secret.
Angela, why don't you
tell me what's going on?
Why is everyone so
afraid of this family?
I need something to drink first.
Yeah.
Yeah. Uh
Oh, I-I brought my own.
Even better.
How you doing?
Cheers.
Okay.
You can tell me.
You promise you can protect me?
I will do everything I can.