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!
[GASPS]
Blake?
Blake?
No.
No, no!
Blake.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
♪ [ENGINE STARTS, REVVING]
♪ [GASPING]
[SOFTLY]
Blake!
♪ Blake, Blake.
[CRYING]
Blake.
[SOBBING]
♪ ♪ [GRUNTING]
♪ JENNY: 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.
[SCOFFS]
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.
[VEHICLE APPROACHES]
- That's my dad.
You should go.
- [VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES]
- Go.
- [DOOR CLOSES]
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 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.
♪ [DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
♪ Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch.
JOHN WAYNE: 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.
[SNIFFLES]
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.
- [SOBS]
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.
♪ [SIGHS]
♪ He was a good boy.
♪ AL: I swear [CHUCKLES]
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 hours a day no more.
Yeah, I wasn't sure about that Facebook Marketplace thing at first, but my old lady [CLICKS TONGUE]
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.
♪ [TRUCK DOOR CLOSES]
♪ 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!
♪ ♪ ["DEVIL YOU DON'T KNOW" PLAYS]
♪ - ♪ Can someone here please help me?
♪ - _ ♪ See what the Lord has done ♪
♪ ♪
[GROWLING]
[HORST AND MARGARET SCREAMING]
[SOBBING]
HORST: It's Blake!
He's dead!
[SOBBING]
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 k*lled 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.
- [GRUNTS]
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 att*ck 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 d*ed, I didn't get out of bed for... for a week.
[CHUCKLES]
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.
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
The minute you shut that out, you stop living.
♪ It's really the only way.
♪ [CELLPHONE RINGING]
Hey, Denise.
Hey.
Um...
[CLEARS THROAT]
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 su1c1de.
♪ When?
About : this morning.
♪ It's Blake.
I know it.
[SIGHS]
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 sh**t 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.
♪ [THUNDER RUMBLES]
So, uh, how you want me to put this down?
I can write it up any way you want.
It was a su1c1de.
You put it down as a su1c1de.
Understood.
MAN: All right, let's go.
Margaret.
So sorry for your loss.
He didn't k*ll 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.
[MARGARET CRYING]
♪ You can thank me later.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- SCARLET: Half and half?
- MARY: 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?
[CHUCKLES]
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.
[INHALES DEEPLY]
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?
- [CHUCKLES]
Sorry.
I heard you talking.
He was just a bad penny that's not coming back.
Nothing to worry about, Arthur.
- Hi, Mary.
- Hi.
[CHUCKLES]
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.
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
- 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.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
You know what they say, don't you?
What?
When three people are photographed together, it's the middle one that will die first.
[SCOFFS]
That's so creepy, Arthur.
Well, it's something my mother used to tell me.
She was a very superstitious woman.
- Big smile!
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
[DOOR BELL DINGS]
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?
- [DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
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.
[DOOR OPENS, BELL DINGS]
[WIND WHISTLING]
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.
- [CHUCKLES]
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.
[CHUCKLES]
♪ So we're not gonna cry anymore.
Okay?
It won't change a thing.
- Hm.
- [DOOR OPENS]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
♪ 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!
- [GROANS]
[CHUCKLES]
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 k*lled 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?
- [CHUCKLES]
- 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.
[ROARS]
♪ 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.
- [SIGHS]
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.
- SCARLET: Love you, Phoebes.
- PHOEBE: Love you, Mom.
- [GROANS]
- 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.
PHOEBE: Bye!
♪ ...
spool of thread, penny for a needle ♪
- ♪ That's the way the money goes ♪
- [CELLPHONE CHIMES]
♪ Pop goes the weasel ♪ ♪
- ♪ Rufus has the whooping cough ♪
PHOEBE: ♪ And Sally has the measles ♪
♪ That's the way the money goes ♪
♪ Pop goes the weasel ♪
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
[TRUCK DOOR CLOSES]
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.
[CLEARS THROAT]
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.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
[DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]
Hi.
Mary.
May I come in?
Now's not a good time.
[DOOR BANGS]
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.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
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.
- [GRUNTS]
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?
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
What?
Well, I think you've been a busy, busy lady.
- Bad things happen to busy ladies.
- [CRYING]
Ladies who can't leave things alone.
- Like you.
- [MUFFLED SCREAM]
I'd like to know just how busy you've been.
- Hold still, please.
- [SCREAMS]
- Is that right?
- [SCREAMS]
I didn't think so.
Here maybe?
[SCREAMS]
Help!
Stop screaming!
If you don't stop screaming, I'll cut another hole.
Do you understand me?
[CRYING]
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?
[WHIMPERS]
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.
- [SOBBING]
- 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.
[SOBBING]
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!
- [CRYING]
- 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 k*ller?
Answer me.
Am I a k*ller?!
You're a monster!
[SOBS]
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!
_ [ENGINE TURNS OFF]
[GRUNTS]
He ain't a person no more.
It's 'cause you k*lled 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 k*lled 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.
♪ [SNIFFS]
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?
♪ [METAL CLANGS]
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.
- [CLICK, BEEP]
- I had a feeling the minute I heard it.
MARY: 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.
- [LINE DISCONNECTS]
She is scared.
I'm telling you, she has seen him.
I'll drive.
♪ [VEHICLE APPROACHES]
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
Little Cheyenne.
You know they sh**t 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 k*ll him.
Finally did.
So that's what happened.
Mm...
[CLICKS TONGUE]
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 att*ck.
It's a little late for that now.
Your turn.
Did Blake k*ll 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.
♪ LINDOR: 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 .
- 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?
[CHUCKLES]
- 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.
[CHUCKLES]
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 d*ed 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.
♪ [SIGHS]
She didn't come back, I knew something had happened.
We never did find her body.
♪ [CLEARS THROAT]
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.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
♪ Car's here.
♪ [KNOCK ON DOOR]
♪ ♪ Let's take a look around back.
♪ [FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]
[DOORKNOB RATTLES]
It's locked.
♪ JENNY: Cole Danvers.
That's all I got.
DENISE: 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, 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.
[CELLPHONE BEEPS]
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
[COWS LOWING]
- [HORSE GRUNTS]
- Where you been?
- Out.
- Out where?
- None of your business.
[SIGHS]
- 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 k*ll me?
Hmm?
Do it!
♪ [CHUCKLES]
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.
CASSIE: 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.
LINDOR: 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?!
♪ CASSIE: Kitchen's clear.
♪ Cassie.
- What?
- There's a basement.
♪ ♪ LINDOR: Clear.
♪ CASSIE: Clear.
That's weird.
I guess she thinks she's gonna resell these.
Lindor.
Huh.
♪ ♪ Give me a hand.
On three.
One, two, three!
[COUGHS]
Do you think Ronald did this?
No.
That guy's been dead a while.
♪ I'll call it in.
Yeah.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
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 k*ll 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.
[CHUCKLES]
♪ Well, my name's John Lee Pettimore ♪ ♪ ♪ Same as my daddy and his daddy before ♪ ♪ Now, Daddy ran the whiskey in a big black Dodge ♪ How you doing?
♪ ♪ Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge ♪
Cheers.
Okay.
You can tell me.
You promise you can protect me?
I will do everything I can.
[ENGINE REVVING]
♪ ♪ Whoa ♪ ♪ ♪ Copperhead Road ♪
[SCREAMS]
♪ Copperhead Road ♪
♪ ♪ Copperhead Road ♪ ♪