All language subtitles for Big Sky (2020) 1x07 - I Fall to Pieces (English)

Previously on "Big Sky"...

Hands!

Freeze!

- One...
- Drop the gun.

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

... three... four...

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

Ohh!

_

You don't learn!

- Watch out! Coming through!
- Rick. Rick!

Easy there, ma'am.
I got to get him through.

I'm his wife. What happened?

Your husband's been shot.
We're taking him to surgery.

Can you hear me?

Rick, can you hear me?

Blink if you understand.

His eyes are open.

I beg your pardon?

Let me get a doctor.

Are you in there?

Rick?

Who?

What did you say?

Who?

Rick?

Who... shot me?

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Aah!

Hello?

He's awake.

What?

Legarski.

He's awake.

Rick, I'm Dr. Wang.

Can you hear me?

Are you sure?

100% sure.

He looked right at me and
asked me, "Who shot me?"

Rick, we're gonna help you,
but we need you to help you.

Okay?

Try to look at me, Rick.

Okay, I want you to squeeze my fingers

if you understand me, Rick.

Wakefulness and awareness
are two different things.

His eyes are open, but
his brain looks to be shut.

He spoke.

We'll order up another EEG to
determine what's going on. Yeah?

He's squeezing.

Oh, my God. He's squeezing.

Rick, good job.

Okay, not so hard.
Just a little less hard, Rick.

Rick. Rick.

No, not so hard.

Rick!

We need a bigger boat.

We're gonna need a bigger boat.

Looks like the word got out.

Always does.

Circus time.

This would be you two standing
down, per my direct order.

He's conscious?

Yeah, they're doing some tests.
But supposedly he's talking.

Have you arrested him?

I just got here.

Haven't even had access yet.

You two aren't getting access at all,

- so you shouldn't even be here.
- Look, I think we ne...

No, you look, Jenny.

You two are not cops.

Okay, now, if you'd like to be cops,

maybe we can have a conversation.

We're gonna see this case through, Tubb.

Better you just accept that fact.

Grace Sullivan is gonna help us

locate the body of the fisherman.

She asked if you could be there.

Appears she bonded with you some.

And I agreed, she could use the support.

I'll be there.

As of now, no official
statement from the hospital,

but multiple sources are confirming

that Trooper Legarski is both
conscious and communicative.

Standing by with us now is
neurologist Roberta Hillridge.

Doctor, is this some
kind of medical miracle?

Without knowing where the bullet entered

and which part of the
brain was affected,

it's difficult for me to know
the extent of the injury

and the possibility of recovery.

The plasticity of the brain is
both enormous and mysterious.

So, while doctors are
working around the clock,

it's fair to say Mr. Legarski
isn't out of the woods yet.

Not by a long shot.

Uh, but he's certainly headed
in the right direction.

Ronald.

What have you done to yourself?

I needed to change my appearance.

Well...

mission accomplished on that.

I'm eating my cereal.
And I don't want judgment.

It's not a good day, is it?

Ronald. How did we get to this day?

He valued me, Mom.

He saw me as an asset.

And I fell for it.

Hmm.

After all those years of
being told I was "off"...

... by you.

So now it's my fault?

I'd like to eat my cereal, please.

His only leverage will
be to give you up.

I need to eat my cereal!

I did what?

You and an accomplice kidnapped
three women... girls.

And held them underground
in what appears to be...

a torture dungeon

connected to a sex trafficking ring.

That's not funny.

I am not being funny.

When a man tried to save
one of them, you killed him.

There's a pile of police
out in the corridor

waiting to arrest you for all of this.

I... k-kidnapped a-a young woman?

Three of them.

And there have been others.

I killed a person?

It appears to be the case.

I'm a Montana State Trooper.

The woman who shot you
was rescuing the girls.

You had them locked
in some underground...

You don't remember any of this?

It never happened.

It did happen!

I'm a Montana State Trooper.

Good morning, everyone.

Uh, regarding patient Richard Legarski.

An emergency CT scan
revealed bone, soft tissue,

and parenchymal injury

consistent with a gunshot
to the frontal lobes,

including multiple bullet
fragments from the single bullet.

Intracranial hemorrhages included
an irregularly shaped hematoma

across both frontal lobes,

marking the bullet's trajectory,

plus subdural hematoma...

What is he blathering on about?

- ... over the left temporal lobe...
- Legarski appears to be improving.

- ... into the left middle cranial fossa...
- Okay,

we need a list of local chop shops,

scrap yards, used truck dealerships.

There's way too much heat on this

for the trucker to hold onto his rig.

We find the truck, maybe
we can trace it back.

The patient underwent a very
successful bifrontal craniectomy.

Active bleeding from the right
distal middle cerebral artery

was identified and hemostasis achieved.

The hematoma associated
with the bullet's tract

in the right frontal lobe was drained.

The falx cerebri was crossed,

and the hematoma from
the left frontal lobe...

Um, here's your list

of your used truck dealers
within a 40-mile radius.

... provide updates as I have them.

Uh, in the meantime, in an effort

to preserve the privacy
of our other patients,

we ask that the media
refrain from congregating.

Can I talk to you?

And this was left at your door?

Yeah.

So he clearly knows where I live.

He figures you're cooperating
and he's trying to intimidate you.

It's working.

- And I don't want to go to the police.
- I understand,

but they might be able to
assign some protection.

It's good that you came here.

Is there another place you could stay?

M-Maybe my friend Melissa's.

In the meantime, I'll talk with Tubb.

The other girls didn't see
his truck in the daylight

or get up close like I did.

Okay, I'm the bigger problem.

I can send a patrol car by periodically.

It needs to be more.

Well, the FBI's coming in on the hunt.

That should free us up some,
but for now, I don't got more.

The FBI? They're taking over?

I asked them to. I'm undermanned.

The FBI hates these cases.

They'd rather be catching bank robbers.

Look, Jenny, right now I gotta
get back to the hospital,

then coordinate the search.

I'm a bit under the gun.

But I will look into some
protection for Jerrie.

Look.

I was serious, what I said before.

If you do decide you
want to be a cop again,

I'm happy to talk about it.

One patrol car every hour.

We owe her that.

Merrilee Legarski?

Penelope Denesuk.

I'm your husband's lawyer,
provided by the troopers union.

Pleasure to meet you. Though, of course,

not under these circumstances. May I?

Seems your husband is a horrible man.

Now, I don't say that to offend you,

but I don't mince words.

You'll always get the truth from me.

And the truth I want you
to cling to right now

is that I will give your
husband best efforts.

I don't care who he killed,
who he kidnapped.

Best efforts.

I'm told he's speaking. This true?

It is. Seems he qualified for a miracle.

Mm. There's a gallows
sense of humor remark.

Good for you. You're gonna need that.

Now, what's important for
now is who he's speaking to.

I hope not the police.

Oh, the doctors haven't
let anybody in yet.

Excuse me.

Walter.

Penelope.

How we doing?

Oh, I've had better days.

I can imagine.

Trooper Legarski's represented,
so don't even try, okay?

Yeah.

Challenging times, I know.

? Dead pixel ?

? Addiction ?

? Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ?

? Whoa, oh, oh, ohh ?

? Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ?

Can I join you for a minute?

? Man on the microphone told me ?

? We cannot be saved ?

? Who is this "we," babe? ?

? I'm a renegade ?

? Suit on the microphone told me ?

? We are all the same ?

? Who is this "we," babe? ?

Wow. It is impressive.

You keep a clean truck.

Whatever our differences,
I'm on your side.

That's all I came to say.

You have never been on my side.

We'll find our way through this.

I'm afraid you're right.

The only way out of this

is to stop dancing around the mud.

I have to walk straight through it.

What are you talking about?

I've hurt people.

But I've never killed anyone.

That might have to change.

Ronald.

Um, I think you've taken this
about as far as you can.

You haven't been caught. Yet.

My advice would be, let's not push it.

Shut up. You need to get out of my truck

so that I can focus!

Okay.

? Dead pixel ?

Can they keep her safe?

They're scheduling a patrol,

but that only goes so far.

Well, apparently,
Melissa's got a big dog.

And an even bigger husband.

Security cameras?

Yeah, having them installed.

And we're putting a big American
flag in the front yard.

Why?

There's nothing better than
the red, white, and blue

to say, "We got guns inside."

Thank you so much for coming.

Of course.

How's your leg?

Already walking on it.

What a surprise.

Okay, all listen up.

We're gonna four-wheel
it as far as we can.

Once we get close, we'll
pile out, go on foot. Okay?

We were able to drive up
to it, wherever it was.

Understood, but since we don't
know exactly where it is,

the dogs will do us more
good on the ground.

Everyone ready? Let's roll out.

We're here.

Hello?

Don't hang up, please.

I'm not here to judge.

I just want to be a listening ear.

We all need that.

Especially when the world's
on our shoulders.

I'm at the hospital.

There's a park near your
shop... Sacagawea.

It has wonderful views of the river.

I can't.

You shouldn't be alone in this.

Something tells me you are.

Let me call you back.

Who were you talking to?

A friend, just checking in.

Everybody's concerned.

We should call my father.
He'll be worried.

Y-Your dad died three years ago, Rick.

What?

He had a stroke.

What is happening?

What is happening?

I really have nothing to
add beyond my statement.

Yes, can we talk about your statement?

That was doctor-patient privilege

which you divulged to the world.

- There was a compelling public interest.
- Really?

And compelling public interest

supersedes doctor-patient privilege?

I never knew this. Here I was thinking

there was nothing left to be
learned in life at my age.

Ms. Denesuk, what exactly
do you want from me?

I want you to be careful, Doctor.

Very careful.

Your job, Doctor, is not to
cooperate with the police.

Back to me, please.

I realize people hate lectures,

but they tend to love stories,
so here's one of mine.

When I was 7 years old, two boys...

older boys... they came up to me,

they were holding this
baby chick in their hands.

And they said, "Penny,
you got two choices.

You can stick this chick up your ass,

or we'll do it for you."

And they meant it.

I knew these boys.

I took that chick, held it in my hand.

Then I bit off its head and
spit it right in their faces.

Didn't work out so good for the chick.

I, on the other hand,
have never looked back.

You do not want to get on
my bad side, Dr. Wang.

Still getting nightmares?

A few.

How are you doing?

Better.

Barely.

But I'll take barely.

Elena.

Didn't expect to see you two here.

Spare us the lecture on standing down.

We've heard that one on a loop.

Yeah, well, Tubb leads by the book.

But I think the book would benefit

from a looser interpretation.

What does that mean?

Clearly, your involvement is paramount.

If Tubb thinks differently,
then he's not your only path in.

Any tips from the state hotline?

Phones are ringing nonstop.

Two white girls go missing,

and the entire country is up in arms.

But now that we have the
attention, we can use it.

Given the statistics, there's no doubt

that Legarski's operation
included indigenous women.

We know that. What's your point?

I'll share the sketch with
tribal law enforcement

as soon as we have one that's viable.

Considering the amount of truck
stops along the reservation,

I'm hopeful someone will come forward.

Thank you.

You're not my wife.

Nope. I told you, I'm your attorney.

- Where's my wife?
- Oh, she just took a little break.

It's very important that
we talk, you and me.

Are you a wife?

I am, yes.

- I have a wonderful husband.
- That's good.

You're very stout.

It's hard for stout women
to find a husband.

Yes.

I was shot.

Yes.

Yes, do you remember being shot?

No.

Can't imagine I liked it.

I imagine not.

Now, listen. Today is a very big day.

They'll be bringing one
of the victims in here

to make an identification.

And the police are also gonna
want to get your statement,

which you are not to do.

This is important.

You will only talk to me about this.

Where's my wife?

Oh, she'll be back.

- She just took a little break.
- Mm.

And who are you?

I'm your attorney.

Do you not remember me telling you this?

You're very stout.

How is that possible?

I guess if you're gonna
get shot in the head,

the frontal lobe is
the place to get hit.

Although you'd think that
wouldn't be the case.

So, he's talking?

Some.

They say he'll have difficulty
with reading, language.

Maybe even personality changes, which...

And his memory?

Right now, he doesn't remember anything

from the past few years.

But that could improve?

It could.

Where do you go from here?

I have no idea.

Honestly, right now, I don't
even know which way is up.

Knowing the right thing to say
has never been one of my gifts.

So, you don't know
what to say to a woman

whose husband was shot in the head,

only then to realize he's
a murderer, kidnapper,

and maybe a sex offender?

Sorry. I just found out I have
a gallows sense of humor,

and I'm trying it out.

You must have some serious
questions about me.

What do you mean?

How could a woman be
married to such a monster?

Did she know?

How could she not know?

You haven't asked any
of those questions.

I think it's easier for me than most

to believe people can be
strangers to each other.

Why is that?

Well...

I don't feel that I've ever been known.

Mitchell, what are we doing?

What do you mean?

What do you want from all this?

From me?

I want to bring some comfort.

But you can turn me back
into a stranger at any time.

- Okay?
- Okay.

I like your hair.

Thank you.

I needed a change.

It had to be close to the river.

I could hear the running water
when he dumped the body.

You're sure it was a sulfur spring?

A strong one, too.

If we don't find him soon,

there won't be much left of him.

Hey! Over here!

? You've got to learn how to walk ?

? Before you can run ?

? And you must know what to do ?

? Before you can get it done ?

? You've got to learn the ropes ?

? Before the climb can be made ?

? Yes, first of all,
you've got to know ?

? The tricks of the trade ?

They're bringing her inside the room?

Oh, it's legal. It's called a "show up."

I'll try my best to be present,
but there's no guarantee.

Honestly, my biggest fear

is he's gonna blurt out,
"Hey, I know you.

You were with the fisherman I killed."

What's the point of all this, really?

What's the point?

He's clearly guilty.

Best efforts, Merrilee. Best efforts.

You okay?

I should've kept running.

I knew that they were after me.

And I led that asshole right to him.

Grace.

You were trying to escape.

What I've learned...

The muck we step into,

the bad twists of fate...

they don't change you.

They reveal you.

Got something.

Start the winch.

Help!

You don't have to see this.

Actually, uh, he's still somewhat
recognizable, maybe.

- Oh, come on.
- Are you kidding me?

- Sheriff, come on.
- The thing is,

bodies get dropped in these
springs from time to time.

It's usually meth-heads,
but just want to be sure.

It's what I came here for.

No, absolutely not.

I will take no for an answer,
and I understand.

- This man has a family.
- I said I'd do it.

- Yeah, it's him.
- Are you sure?

I'm sure.

The news said he's
continuing to improve.

Do you ever have any good news?

I don't like your tone.

And I don't care!

That is enough, Ronald.

I have sacrificed for you.

And this predicament you got yourself in

with your urges and your
depravity and your filth...

that brings me into it!

How far am I supposed to let you slide?

You're thinking about murder now?

You filth!

I will not sit idly by

and let you deteriorate into a monster.

I will pray for you, Ronald.

But you need to pray for yourself, too.

And just hope God makes time to listen.

You filth.

I should've been there with you.

You definitely shouldn't
have. It wasn't pretty.

Are you okay?

Just want this nightmare to be over.

Here you go.

Anything else I can get you?

Uh, no, that's good. Thank you.

Okay. Um, are you sure I
can't get you something?

- I'm good, thank you.
- Okay.

How we all doing?

Is this really necessary?

- It is.
- I can do it, Mom.

Stop saying that all the time.

Nobody can do everything, not even you.

You caught the guy at the scene.

The thing is, Legarski didn't
do the actual kidnapping.

He could possibly whittle
that to conspiracy

or aiding and abetting,
though I don't think so.

But killing the fisherman...
only Grace saw that.

- Only she can connect him.
- Will he be restrained?

I mean, what if he tries to attack her?

That won't happen.
Police will be in the room.

And we can make sure
he'll be handcuffed.

Sounds like this man has more
rights than our daughter.

For God's sakes, he hasn't
even been arrested yet.

- He will be.
- And this trucker...

he's still out there.

And he's threatening those who...

Look, all I need to do
is look him in the eye

and say that it was him, right?

- Right.
- Yeah.

Then we can go back to Colorado.

Never step foot in Montana again.

I can do it, Mom.

Okay.

I... I-I want to see my wife.

She can't be let in right now.

And again, please don't talk, Rick.

It's important that you do
not talk. Very important.

Here's to swimming with bowlegged women.

I beg your pardon?

He quotes lines from "Jaws."

Doctor, do you have a bedpan?

I think I had an oopsy-daisy.

Yep.

Oh, God.

They're just doing a quick
bedding change, and then...

Would it be alright if I went
over and said how sorry I was?

It would not be a good idea.

I know it might feel good, but...

This is so perverse.
It just feels inhumane

to make that 16-year-old
girl go in there.

I understand.

You know my mantra...

Best efforts.

Challenging times.

You okay?

I am, Mom, but every
time you ask that...

All set?

I'm ready.

Don't put your hand
on me! Get off of me!

Grace?

Grace?

That's him.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

That's all we need. Thank you.

I'm a Montana State Trooper.

I can't talk.

- What's wrong?
- What's wrong?

My husband's got the IQ of meat,

quoting lines from "Jaws"
when he's not pissing himself.

And that's the good news of the day.

And what, you called
me to go taxi dancing?

I'm sorry.

You didn't deserve that.

I said I'd go away if
that's what you want.

And I'll honor that.

- Is that what you'd like?
- I don't know.

I don't know anything.

His lawyer... another freak of nature...

she just told me I maybe
need to get my own lawyer.

Suspicion will fall to me as to...

Oh, God, I've got neither
the money nor the wits.

You shouldn't be alone. Where are you?

Please let me be there for you.

I'll see you soon.

I'm in.

- What?
- She invited me to the house.

I need to get into his safe room.

Wait.

Ronald.

Sit. Please.

Please.

- What the...
- Listen. Um...

Whatever our differences...

- Stop saying that!
- Stop yelling at me!

I prayed on it.

I'm sure you didn't, but I did.

And I cannot let you
continue down this path.

My love for you

is as unconditional as it gets.

So, instead of protecting you...

... I'm going to save you.

What does that mean?

You're young, Ronald.

You can get help still,
to be made well again.

There are all kinds of new treatments.

So...

I've... I've decided...

to report you to the police.

Excuse me?!

My son cannot be free to
contemplate murder, Ronald.

Isn't that the plan? Get into the house

and kill the trooper's
wife? I can't allow that.

You will not call the police, Mom.

God has spoken to me.

Are you serious?

You are my baby.

My child.

Then protect me like I'm your child.

It's over, Ronald.

Look what you made me do.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?!

Mom! Mom! Mom, wake up!

Mom.

Mom.

Mom.

I'm sorry.

What does this mean?!

It means that I finally caught up

with that hombre I
told you I was chasing.

- But this isn't...
- Yes, it is.

It's the Cisco Kid.

But there must be some mistake.

You aren't the Cisco
Kid, se�or, are you?

The sketch is printing right now,

with Jerrie's... ooh... input.

Better.

And scarier.

Hmm.

Okay, let's take it over.

I really can't thank you enough
for letting me stay here.

Ah, we're happy to do it.

I-I just w-worry I might be
putting you guys at risk.

Are you kidding?

I've had like one fantasy my whole life.

And only one.

That a bad guy would break
into my house at night

and I'd get to blow his head off.

And for it to be a sex
offender? Oh, my God.

I could die and go to heaven
right then and there.

I would say, "Thank you, God!"

He actually wanted to move to Maine

'cause there you don't have to
wait for them to come inside.

I even know what I'd say first.

I'd say, "Go ahead. Make my day."

Really original, Ben.

Boom, mother-trucker.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You should probably come in.
The neighbors will talk.

It's just me taking the gallows
out for another spin.

You have a beautiful home.

The police left it a wreck.

I wouldn't have known.

It was really kind of you to come.

My pleasure.

How are you feeling?

Now the neighbors will really talk.

Would you like them to talk?

Uh...

Um, I can't do this.

I can't do any of this.

Would you like tea?

I can do tea.

Tea would be nice.

Okay.

Do you have a restroom I could use?

It's upstairs. Second door on the left.

Do you want chamomile or chai?

Chai sounds wonderful.

Okay.

Mitchell?

- Can we talk?
- It's really not a good time.

- It'll only take a minute.
- I have company.

- It's important. Please.
- I...

Look, if you have any other questions,

you can talk to our lawyer. Please.

Do you recognize this man?

Why are you asking?

He's your husband's accomplice.

The trucker.

You know him?

He's here.

He's what?

He's in the house.

He's upstairs.

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