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Previously on "Big Sky"...

Is your mother here? She
hasn't been returning my calls.

- Have you seen Erik?
- Help!

♪ If you're happy and you
know it, clap your hands ♪

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- Do you know this man?
- No.

He may have a 12-year-old boy with him.

Where do you stand, Merrilee?

Where do I stand?

- Just tell me which side you're on.
- My own.

Your pal Rick Legarski?
He won't be going free after all.

He's dead. Wife killed him.

Can you tell us about the man

- who took you?
- He jumped.

- You saw him jump?
- We sped away too fast.

Thank you, sweetie.

Have a smiley day.

Yeah.

Right on time, Jean.

Hey!

Oh! Arthur!

You scared the hell outta me.

You almost peed yourself.

Hey. Language, young lady.

I used to know a girl
a bit older than you,

but just as beautiful.

Same golden hair.

But she had a foul mouth.

Unladylike. Coarse, Vulgar.
The things she...

It's okay, really.

No, you're right, Scarlet.

A lady is as a lady does.

Now, my mother always said

you catch more flies
with honey than vinegar.

Well, she sounds like a smart woman.

Very.

Now, Phoebe, do you
know what that means?

No.

You watch that pretty
little tongue of yours,

and your mom and me might
take you for ice cream!

I'm sorry. She thought it was funny.

You're so good with her.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ And you really want to show it ♪

♪ If you're happy and you
know it, clap your hands ♪

♪ If you're happy and
you know it, stomp... ♪

♪ If you're happy... ♪

♪ If you're happy and you know it ♪

♪ And you really want to show it ♪

♪ If you're happy and you
know it, stomp your feet ♪

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No.

Twenty bucks it's the secretary.

Cassie?

Yeah. What?

What is it?

Nothing. I'm good.

Cody used to play the nothing game.

It's never nothing.

It's this job, I guess.

This job or the job?

Both. Both.

Kai asked me last night if
he was safe, before bed.

He asked me to check the
windows and the doors,

make sure that they were locked.

I can't tell him that he's safe,

because we let Ronald get away.

- Cassie.
- And here we are...

working domestics
instead of tracking him.

Domestics keep the lights on.

Yeah, I know. I know.

Look. I think about it, too. Everything.

Cody. The other girls
that Ronald kidnapped.

But... we saved those girls.

We nailed that sonofabitch Legarski.
There's something to that.

Mm.

And we got movement.

There he is. Alan.

Looks like he's got one
hell of a night planned.

- What's in the box?
- Kinky.

Oh, oh.

Looks like his company arrived.

Maybe we'll get an early
night. That's a big truck.

Cowgirl? Big cowgirl.

Okay.

Not what I was expecting.

I take back what I said about domestics.

Who are these guys?

- Okay. You ready?
- Yeah.

Listen, guys. You're late.

Gonna have to make this quick.

- What's that?
- Just hand it over.

Uh, look, I-I don't want any trouble.

My wife, she's a bit of
a catastrophic thinker.

If I'm not home on the minute,

her mind goes to "dead in a ditch."

It comes from a place of love.

Is that right?

So, how does it look?

Let's go.

Look. I'm just trying to
support my family, okay?

I-I need this deal t-to...

Just don't... don't... don't hurt me.

Move. Now.

You know, it does better
with living things.

All right.

All right.

- Drop your weapons!
- Did you call the cops?

Put your weapons down.

I don't see no badge.

We're private investigators.

Right. So, here's how
this is gonna work.

You two rent-a-cops,
you're gonna turn around

and walk out that door,

- 'cause if you don't...
- I called the cops.

You're bluffing.

What the... ?

Maybe.

But if I'm not, then you
have about 30 seconds

before our friends come and
crash your little party.

Hey, hey! Hey.

Let me tell you how this is gonna go.

You two are gonna walk out that door...

and we agree to forget
each other's faces.

We didn't come here for you.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

- Relax!
- Hey, hey! Hey.

Telling a woman to relax
is never a good idea.

I don't think I'll be
forgetting your face.

- It's too pretty.
- Go.

Before we change our minds.

Go.

Go!

- Alan.
- What was that?

Alan, they're gone.

Alan's gone.

Great.

Domestics, huh?

Domestics.

His name's Alan Headley.

Wife hired us to look
into possible infidelity.

Though, after tonight,
cheating is gonna be

the least of her concerns.

Plates? Make, model?

Toyota Corolla. It's all in there.

What about the two men?

Big-ass truck. Black. No plates.

What do you think?

Drugs. Some deal gone bad.

Okay, I'll put out an
APB on the vehicle.

In the meantime, we need to know

exactly what the hell's going on here.

So when you speak to his wife,
Naomi, let her down easy.

- Where you going?
- Wife made meatloaf.

I'll be back.

Uh, Horst Kleinsasser's calling for you.

Hey, Horst.

Hey, Tad.

May I please speak to my son, Blake?

Already passed the message on.

- He don't wanna talk.
- Yeah, well, you go make him.

I can't do that.

He used his call to hire a lawyer.

Oh, did he, now?

Well, you tell him that
I'm coming down there.

Your husband isn't cheating, Naomi.

What do you mean he isn't cheating?

He's been texting someone
and hiding it from me

and running out at odd
hours in the night.

What we walked into appeared to
be some kind of a deal gone bad.

Was it drugs?

We don't know.

Alan is 10 years sober.

He would never be involved
in anything like this.

Naomi, these men your
husband was meeting,

they're dangerous.

We're afraid they might
be looking for him.

Oh, my God.

Well, you have to find him. Please.

We're gonna need access
to your bank accounts,

your credit cards, social media...

anything you can think that can give
us insight to Alan's activities.

Of course.

Alan promised to do whatever
it took to help our family.

I never imagined that meant...

I'm gonna be sick.

Am I in danger?

You're... You're gonna be safe.

You just tell us the minute
you hear from him.

There's his car.

Oh! Here's a good one.

Johnny over at the Bluebird Ranch

says that aliens are taking his cows.

Fresh coffee if anyone wants.

- Did you say coffee?
- Yeah.

- I want coffee.
- Ooh, wild one last night?

I had a feeling about that one.

Oh, really? Next time, say something.

Aliens taking cows is looking
pretty good right now.

Dewell and Hoyt. This is Jerrie.

Hello?

Blocked number... hung up.

Okay, that's weird.

I got one yesterday.

Really?

It's Naomi.

Alan didn't come home last night.

We should head over there.

Okay.

I feel helpless.

Try to keep your mind off things.
We've got it from here.

As soon as we find anything
concrete, we'll let you know.

What's this?

Dad, uh, these are the investigators

that I told you about.

Oh, right. Dewell and Hoyt.

Bruce Stone. Nice to meet ya.

- How you holding up, my girl?
- I'm okay.

Thanks for coming, Dad.

Oh, yeah, of course.

- Can we have a word outside?
- Sure.

How much is my daughter paying you?

We're not at liberty to discuss that.

Please.

Because whatever it is,
she can't afford it.

I'll end up footing the
bill one way or another,

which is fine, but let's
just end this whole mess.

Alan isn't missing.

What are you talking about?

I just spoke with him.

Called me about an hour ago,

said he'll be home this evening.

Why didn't you tell Naomi?

He didn't want me to.

He wants a chance to explain himself.

Look. Alan is selling his collectibles.

He finds his buyers on the
Craigslist and whatnot.

He's not getting rich,

but he's doing whatever it takes.

And it would break his
heart if Naomi knew.

She knows how much those
collections mean to him.

Pulling a Glock on someone
for a Mickey Mantle?

Hey, I have no idea what happened there.

It sounds like he got a bad element.

But I'm sure I'll get the whole
story once he gets home.

Why didn't he come to you for a loan?

Knowing Alan... pride.

So, if you can just
send your bill to me,

I'll take care of everything from here.

Where's Alan right now?

Coming home.

Thanks for everything you've done.

Let's get back to the office.

Doesn't pass the smell test.

Not for a second.

Hey.

Rock paper for the new guy?

Ooh.

Can smell the ex-wife from here.

Have fun.

Hello.

Hi.

- I'm Cassie Dewell.
- Yeah. Uh, Mark Lindor.

Cute kid.

What can I do for you, Mark?

- Let me guess. Wife?
- Wife?

- I give off that vibe?
- Sorry.

Didn't mean to jump to conclusions,
but, you know...

I'm a U.S. Marshal.

I'm here about the Ronald Pergman case.

You mind if we go for a walk?

We... We can talk here.

I don't know. Personally, I find
walking better for the flow.

For the flow?

Flow of information.

Okay...

I've been calling the feds for
months trying to get a sense

of who's running point
on the Pergman case,

and no one returned my calls.

I'm beginning to think nobody cares.

Well, the case is pretty cold.

And Montana's not exactly the best...

Yeah, here we go.

Uh-oh.

I'm picking up a little
weird energy here.

You want, we can start again.

Okay.

Um, you were saying how
nobody wanted the case.

No, I do. I put in for a
transfer just to work it.

Do you have any new information?

Legarski's name came up in some
documents that we intercepted

from a Canadian
sex-trafficking syndicate.

But no mention of Ronald Pergman.

Legarski was smart.

Sure was.

How is this gonna help us get Ronald?

"Us"?

Yeah, us. You came to me.

My partner and I are
assets to this case.

Jenny Hoyt.

- Her husband was killed...
- I know, I know.

I read the file, front to back.

It's personal for both of you. I get it.

Do you have a plan?

He'll slip up. They always do.

Ronald slipping up means
someone else gets hurt.

Yeah.

I know.

Okay. Look.

I've been living with this
case for three months,

and I'm a cards-up kinda gal,

so if you want this to "flow" better,

just get to your point.

- I checked you out.
- I'm sure you did.

I'm figuring we can skip
the dance, work the case.

By skip the dance, you mean I help you

and then you run off and get Ronald?

Or, uh, I can tell you
that we have an informant

working with the Canadian
Security Intelligence Service.

Which means what, exactly?

Cards up.

The Syndicate might
try to contact Ronald.

If they do, we'll know.

That's a nice truck.

Walk's over.

It sounds like you got
a whole lotta nothing.

Yeah?

Did... Did we get off on the wrong foot?

I-I have a tendency to do that.

Me too.

State Trooper Legarski was the last one.

Oh. That ended well.

Here.

We can get him. Together.

Just text me when you're ready.

Watch out for the elks.

It's "elk."

Right.

Yeah.

Alan's made some interesting
purchases over the last month.

Uh, three bottles of Drakkar Noir,

karate lessons, hot tub
from Costco, a Vitamix.

Um, I dated an auctioneer

who used to just bathe
himself in Drakkar Noir.

Brings back really good memories.

Well, don't tell anyone, but
I'm more of a Canoe gal, myself.

- Ew.
- Ohh.

It's so tacky, it's hot.

No.

Okay, let's get back to work.

Jenny and Cassie will
be back in a while.

Just keep refreshing the feed.

He'll eventually have
to use his card, right?

Yeah.

Dewell and Hoyt. This is Jerrie.

Same blocked number?

It's him.

It's Ronald.

Every good boy does fine. Arthur.

Every good boy does fine.

Most of the time. All of the time.

Did anything stick out
in Alan's financials?

He's made several deposits recently.

Uh, sporadic.

- What about socials?
- Nothing.

And his cell still goes
straight to voicemail.

But speaking of phone calls...

- What?
- What is it?

More weird calls.

Every time I pick up,

there's breathing on the other end,

and then the line goes dead.

I think it's Ronald.

- What?
- I can't explain it, but it's him.

If you could get him talking,
could you ID his voice?

Positive.

How's the case going?

It's going. I-I don't
have a lot of time.

Nobody really does,
when you think about it.

We come, we go.

Okay.

Um, I-I just came to talk
about some phone calls

- we've been getting at the office.
- Please, have a seat.

Some hang-ups. Jerrie, the
woman who's working with us...

Oh, yeah. One of Ronald's victims.

- Yeah.
- You know, I do read the reports.

Um, point being, if it is Ronald,

Jerrie might be able
to recognize his voice.

Huh. That's not nothing.

But it's not something.

Right now it's just
some odd phone calls.

- Look, and even if it was him...
- We could trace it.

Maybe, but Ronald's smart.

So... So, level with me here.

W-What exactly are
you doing on your end?

Well, I've got guys
sweeping weigh stations

from here to Colorado,
checking transport ledgers.

He'll go back to his old ways.

It's like I said.
It's just a matter of time.

What if he doesn't?

The key to Ronald is
understanding his past.

Something triggered this guy.

It's our job to figure out what that is.

His, uh, trigger event.

It's probably his mother,
but she's dead.

Maybe, but what I'm looking for is...

is something he can't stop.

Some kind of action

or... or pattern he
does without thinking.

- Make sense?
- S-Sorta. Um...

It sounds like you have nothing.

Well, I wouldn't say nothing.

You know, I checked you out, too.

I'm sure you did. What do ya got?

Dropped out of U-Chicago, pre-med.

Um, fell off the grid for a few years,

popped up in L.A.

Decade with the P.D., then Marshals,

and then you asked to
be reassigned here.

Maybe I like fishing.

See, people who relocate to Montana

are either fleeing from something
or looking for something.

Aren't we all?

Wait.

Who is that?

Paul Calgrove. Uh, goes by "The Snail."

Black-market henchman, top gun for hire.

- Friend of yours?
- He tried to kill me last night.

What?

He had, like, this electrical
spear-gun thing.

Sort of his signature.

Listen. Paul Calgrove is
the, uh, thorough type.

Meticulous.

You're tangled up with him,
you're gonna need some help.

This looks wonderful.

I didn't have time to make any gravy,

but I think it works, right?

It's fine.

Did you know Billy got a new pet snake?

It eats mice! Not even
cooked or anything.

It eats 'em alive.

Now, why would you want such
a dangerous animal as a pet?

Snakes can actually be
very gentle creatures.

It's not until they're poked or
prodded or made to feel cornered

that they display any
aggressive behavior.

Does that mean we can get one?

Absolutely not.

Who could that be?

Well, I see the rumors are true.

- Hi, Aunt Mary!
- Hello, Phoebe.

Aren't you gonna introduce me to
this handsome stranger of yours?

Um, Arthur, this is Mary.

- My sister.
- Hi, Mary.

Ah, Arthur. That's a stately name.

- Old-fashioned.
- Lots of good Arthurs.

Arthur Conan Doyle, Arthur
Rubinstein, King Arthur.

I won't go on.

Mm-hmm. I suppose there is.

You one of the good ones?

Mary, behave.

Joke.

I like to think I'm a good one.

Well, Scarlet's been waiting
a long time for a good man.

Um, come. We're just
sitting down for supper.

Let me take your coat.

I thought you didn't
speak to your family.

- I don't.
- Then why is she here?

She's a gossip, that's all.

One of her friends probably
saw us walking around town.

Well, showing up unannounced is...

It's not good manners.

Arthur.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

Play nice.

What'd you put in the mashed potatoes?

I put margarine this time.

Oh.

You know, butter makes them a
little bit more creamy, but...

Arthur. What is it?

This is awful, but I've
just been pinged to work.

Oh, what is it that you
do for work, Arthur?

I drive for a meal delivery service.

I thought you turned off the app.

I forgot.

This is essential work.
People depend on me,

so I... I don't want to let them down.

Uh, maybe I should come
back some other time.

No. Please stay. Mary,
it was lovely to meet you.

So nice meeting you.

So...

What do you think?

Well, he seems like a good guy.

Yeah. But only time will tell.

What else?

Nothing.

It's just... he looks so familiar.

♪ Hey, Louisiana woman ♪

♪ Mississippi man ♪

♪ We get together every time we can ♪

♪ The Mississippi River
can't keep us apart ♪

Loretta, man. Mm.

♪ Too much love in
this Louisiana heart ♪

What?

Time's up. We can't wait any longer.

That merchandise will
be worthless. Let's go.

I got this one.

♪ When she wave from the
bank, don't ya know I know ♪

♪ It's a-goodbye, fishin'
line, see you while I go ♪

- You be careful.
- ♪ With a Louisiana woman ♪

- Love you, bud.
- ♪ Waitin' on the other side ♪

♪ The Mississippi River
don't look so wide ♪

♪ Louisiana woman ♪

♪ Mississippi man ♪

♪ We get togeth... ♪

Finally.

Okay. J-j-just... wait.
Wait, okay? Please.

Come on, man. Please.

Hand over the case.

Please don't hurt me.
Please don't hurt...

What?

♪ Well, I thought I'd been
loved, but I never had ♪

♪ Till I was wrapped in the
arms of a Mississippi man ♪

♪ That Mississippi River, Lord ♪

- ♪ ... iana woman ♪
- ♪ Mississippi man ♪

Mm-hmm.

What an idiot.

Alan's credit card was
traced to a candy bar

he bought at the hotel.

20 minutes away.

You like Dobermans, Jenny?

Sleek, quiet.

Dobermans... like the dog?

Yeah. I'm thinking about getting a dog.

It's either that or maybe a Labradoodle.

They don't shed.

You should ask Sheriff Tubb.

- He breeds Dobermans.
- Really?

Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Well, I guess if you're
a sheriff around here,

you have time for that.

I hear you two have a
special relationship.

Is that so?

Perks of the job.
People give me insight.

Maybe you could give us more
insight on this Snail guy, yeah?

Oh, like I said, bad dude.

If he was a dog...

he'd be a Doberman.

I don't know.

Oh. We'll take it from here.

Clear.

Is that what I think it is?

Yep.

Bedsheet's gone.

Bull or horse semen?

Thoroughbred horse semen.

You ride?

Not enough.

These straws are worth
upwards of a hundred grand.

All spoiled now.

Kentucky Derby winner Fusaichi Pegasus

sold for $60 million.

His stud fee was over a hundred grand.

Uh, I'm sorry. Am I the
only one who doesn't know

what the hell is going on here?

Stablehands collecting
from studs off the clock.

More common than you'd think.

I sincerely doubt that Alan's running

some sort of black-market
horse-semen enterprise.

Stuff like that should be easy to trace.

Trace away.

It's damp. Somebody cleaned up.

Check it out. Blood.

Oh, it looks like Snail's work.

I'm betting you'll find your client

the same time you find that bedsheet.

You might want to talk to
that sheriff friend of yours.

Domestics are the best,
aren't they? Fire!

Been some interesting twists and turns.

I'll say.

You know, the wife still hasn't come in

to officially file a
missing-persons report.

Interesting.

Mm-hmm. Go on.

We trailed Alan, before
he reached the motel.

Back when it was still just a domestic?

The first night.

Stopped off at a warehouse.

Farm implements. Out of town a ways.

Could be the origin of the drop.

Checked, but it's registered
to a blind LLC.

We need a warrant to search it.

Well, just give me the address,
consider it done.

Thanks.

Tell me...

how invested are you in Dewell and Hoyt?

50%, Cody's share.

Not that kind of invested.

Where's this heading?

I don't buy this P.I. business for you.

Yeah, well, it's a job.

Me?

As the sheriff?

You really do need to retire.

You're losing your mind.

Dewell and Hoyt is Cody's legacy.

It's what he would've wanted.

But what do you want, Jenny?

Right now, just a warrant.

If Alan isn't already dead,

he's in danger.

And if this warehouse is involved...

Say no more.

Fire!

Boom, baby. All three.

How'd it go at the warehouse?

Just a pile of wholesale
farming equipment.

But guess who owns the business.

- Bruce.
- Naomi's dad?

Alan's cell records.

Bet you can guess the only person

he's been calling for the last 24 hours.

He called Bruce seven times,

starting right after he left the motel.

He's in on this. I can feel it.

And he was trying to pay us
off so we'd stop looking.

Has Naomi called?

Oh, well, I called her. Couple times.

She ain't picking up.

Let's go.

Naomi!

Naomi, are you in there?

Yes. Sorry. I'm a little busy.

Can we come in for a moment?

It's not a great time.

Alan just got home.

Where's his car?

It's really not a great time.

Of course.

You tell us. When's a
good time to come back?

Um... maybe later.

We'll come back tomorrow.

- We should call Tubb.
- I don't think we have time.

I'm gonna take the back.

If you distract him,
maybe I can get to Bruce.

Where is he?!

Look. Take my watch.
I got money in the safe.

You take it, it's yours,
but you will not hurt her.

You don't get it! Where is Alan?!

That's your husband, isn't it?

Move. Now. Go, go, go!

Don't you even think
about trying anything!

You're okay.

Hey, honey, I'm home.

Get in here, asshole!

Save my daughter.

- Drop it!
- Hey! I'll shoot her!

Back off!

You move, this ends right now.

Come here.

It's okay.

Call it in. Get an ambulance.

I swear, I never looked
inside that case.

It was just a way to make some money.

No questions asked.

Hey. I did it for you.

I did it for us.

Okay?

- I love you.
- I love you.

Love you.

Hang tight.

Well, start by telling me

why Alan visited you the
night of the robbery.

- I was just helping the guy out.
- Helping?

By lying to your daughter?

- Jenny.
- Do you understand that I had to shoot

a man because of your little scheme?

How much you get for
those straws you sold?

- Hundred grand each?
- I didn't steal them.

I got ranch hands that
extract it, so technically...

Okay. You know what? Stop.

My advice, not that
you're asking for it,

is get yourself a good attorney.

In the meantime, go
be with your daughter.

Good work.

Yeah.

Remember what we talked about.

What was that about?

Oh. Nothing.

I thought we don't
play the nothing game.

Here to see my son. Kleinsasser.

Uh, sorry, sir, but it's
past visiting hours.

Don't mess with me, boy.

You go tell him I'm here.

S-Sir? Sir?

That's okay, Ralph. You go fetch him.

- Yes, sir.
- Hey, Tad.

Horst.

How you gettin' along?

Well, they're cutting off
pieces of me left and right.

But I'm still upright.

Buzzards are circling.

See you've taken to hiring
snowflakes these days.

That kid oughtta know
who runs this county.

He's a good boy.

He ain't been raised
right. Look at his face.

He's got a weak face,
little milk-maid hands.

I'm tellin' you,

this country is going down
the sustainable toilet

faster than a rat turd.

He's Alma Frink's boy.

Frinks?

They're useless. Always been useless.

No, put him out here.

Sit him down.

- Sit.
- What do you want?

Sit down.

I brought you something.

It's a memento.

That's against regulations.

Never you mind.

Right there.

That's from the ranch.

Go on. Take it.

That's all you're gonna get of it.

- Morning.
- Morning!

Morning!

Okay. I got a divorce case and a repo.

- Repo for me.
- Here you go.

That's good.

Got muffins if anybody wants.

Blocked number.

Jenny.

- Who is this?
- It's me, Blake.

Blake Kleinsasser?

Hey, sunshine.

Been a minute, I know.

Been trying to reach you.

I wish it was...

I wish it was under
better circumstances.

I need your help.

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