01x06 - The Wolves Are Always Out for Blood

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Big Sky". Aired November 17,2020 - current.*
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An ex-cop and private detective team up to solve a kidnapping case in Montana.
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01x06 - The Wolves Are Always Out for Blood

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Previously on Big Sky.

Please!

Please let us go!

The walls are closing in 'cause you took those teenagers!

Or maybe because you k*lled a cop!

Anything happens to me, the trail leads right to you.

I'm a record keeper.

You don't think I got an insurance policy.

I will do what's necessary.

Today's the first day of the rest of your life.

Isn't that lovely?

Grace?

Hello?

Cody?!

Danielle?!

- Help!

- Help us!

I feel we're close.

This whole thing has rattled you.

If it isLegarski, we need to see where he goes.

Hands!

He and whoever he's been working with have been one step ahead of us this whole time.

It's getting too hot.

We have to move them.

He's on the move again.

I'm headed to The All In Bar.

I'll meet you there.

Freeze!

- One...

- Drop the g*n.

- Two...

- I'm not kidding!

Three...

four...

You're safe now.

Ms. Dewell.

There's another one out there.

I'm sorry?

The girls say there were two abductors, the other one's a trucker.

Okay, but before we get to that, what happened in there?

He had a g*n, said when he counted to five, he was going to sh**t.

He made it to four.

- And you sh*t him?

- I sh*t him.

We found the girls.

The younger sister's injured, but it looks like they'll be okay.

And Cody?

Not yet.

Hey, how's he looking?

Needed a hospital 20 minutes ago.

I need your g*n.

We'll do the statement later.

Did you sh**t...

Legarski was working with someone.

It was a trucker doing the kidnapping.

Cassie, Jenny, my guys got it from here.

And that would be an order.

How do you know, a trucker?

It's what the girls said.

A trucker.

Just breathe.

Just do your breathing.

His blood pressure's dropping.

All right.

Let's see if we can stabilize him.

It looks like the b*llet's still in there.

Watch out!

Coming through!

Rick!

Easy there, ma'am.

I got to get him through.

I'm his wife.

What happened?

Your husband's been sh*t.

We're taking him to surgery.

- Let's get him some plasma.

- We're losing him.

Doctor, blood pressure's dropping.

He's flatlining!

The body of private investigator Cody Hoyt was found earlier tonight, and a Montana state trooper has been sh*t in connection to the kidnapping.

According to sources, a manhunt is now underway in search of a long-haul trucker who was working in concert with the trooper.

Police have issued an all-points bulletin and are urging...

Nobody knows my involvement besides the trooper.

Has this trooper told anyone else?

- A wife, or...

- He didn't.

How can you be so sure, Ronald?

Look.

Right now, I need to concentrate.

Can you appreciate that?

You are not to disrupt my focus.

Do...

you...

get...

that?

Why would I want to disrupt your focus?

Last time, it was a waste of good cereal.

These girls...

they can identify me.

They have seen my face.

So as you might guess I'm under a little stress, Mother.

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

The door was open.

Sorry.

I thought, um...

Our parents are just in the cafeteria.

They should be back soon.

How's the leg?

Still alive, almost kicking.

A real Allyson Felix?

We heard about Cody.

I'm so sorry.

The sketch artist is working on the rendering of the trucker based on your descriptions.

It should be coming out today at some point.

In the meantime, we're working on a profile, and I was wondering if maybe you might remember anything that might help us.

He doesn't look like a psycho.

I mean, he is, but he comes off vulnerable.

Sweet, even.

Sweet psycho.

The other one was worse.

Way worse.

I'm glad that you sh*t him.

No, no, no, no, no.

Either you and the police are right, or the police are wrong because you steered them wrong.

The girls identified your husband as their captor.

I-I know how hard this must be for you.

I I understand.

I do.

Do you?

I just sh*t somebody.

I feel responsible.

This is not on you.

It is.

At least some.

We spent our days not noticing one another, day after day after day.

Imagine my capacity to not see somebody.

- Tea?

- Yeah.

Yeah?

Good.

So, these are all of his documents I could find in the office.

Um...

We're gonna do a service.

Something simple, small.

- Maybe you could help me plan that.

- Of course.

Yeah, I can do anything you want.

Just...

I can do it all if you want.

I want it somewhat celebratory.

'Cause that's what he would want.

You know, Cody d*ed on a rescue mission.

And it wasn't in vain.

And you continued that mission.

And you got those girls out.

Remember that.

First off, I should have listened to you.

The idea of Rick Legarski, couldn't fathom it.

I dropped the ball, and I am sorry.

Let's just focus on getting the other guy.

Well, it is our focus, Cassie.

Cannot be yours.

Would you prefer we postpone this?

Would you prefer we postpone this?

No.

No.

Let's do it.

All right.

Now, you said before that he was counting to five.

- One...

- He started to count.

I Two kept telling him to drop three his w*apon.

Um four...

I...

Four.

Four.

Four.

I kept telling him to drop the g*n.

And he wouldn't.

Did he point his w*apon at you?

What?

Did he aim it at you?

It's okay if you don't remember.

He didn't point his w*apon at me.

But he said when he got to the count of five...

Did he raise it?

I didn't want to give him the chance.

Did he make a move at all?

I found him on site with the missing girls, and he was threatening to sh**t me.

So you sh*t him at four.

I sh*t him at four.

Look, it was him or me.

Deal with it.

I have to.

Hello?

Hi, Merrilee.

This is Mitchell.

I heard about what happened.

I saw on the news.

I apologize.

At the risk of being insensitive...

You've already crossed that line, Mitchell.

This is not a good time.

I only called to offer my sincere condolences.

I can't imagine what you must be dealing with.

Thank you.

Is he...

Will he recover?

We don't know.

If he does, not as himself.

I'm so, so sorry.

If there's anything I can do I'm hanging up, Mitchell.

What did she say?

He's not dead.

So, remind me...

Did you become a cowgirl so you could show off, or are you showing off because you're a cowgirl?

You know what?

Don't even answer that.

Either way, I'm into it.

You would be.

You always liked to bite off more than you could chew.

Are you serious?

I narrowed down the list of possible rigs based on the girls' description.

27 matches in Lewis and Clark County, four of which were hauling at the same time of the kidnapping.

Jenny...

I-I got a buddy at the Vehicle Service Bureau checking on the registrations of the rigs that match.

Once we get some names, I'll pay them a visit.

This isn't where you should be.

I-It's where I need to be.

First, 'cause the trucker's still out there.

And second...

And what?

I need to be strong for Justin.

At home, I just...

wobble.

Cody always said, just keep moving.

Just...

Just move your feet.

Just...

Just keep moving.

Move.

You know, I don't know much.

But life at its fullest...

Intense emotions, both good and bad I don't think we survive best by running away from them.

How'd you get to be so smart?

Unfortunately, the hard way.

And, clearly, the education continues.

Denise.

I know how much you adored him, and how much you took care of him.

We took care of each other.

If he was hiding something in the house, don't you think I would have found it?

Well, we got to be sure.

I'm sorry.

Any progress?

Well, he's still with us, which is kind of a miracle.

God's looking out for him, I guess.

With all that's on God's plate, I wouldn't peg Rick for special treatment.

What kind of music does he like?

- Beg your pardon?

- Well, with brain injuries, music has been shown to have benefits.

We don't exactly know the science behind it, but it has gotten results, so...

He likes Frank Sinatra.

Great.

Any particular song?

"High Hopes." My husband's a bit of a dork.

"High Hopes" it is, then.

Jerrie.

Jenny Hoyt.

We met briefly in the aftermath of...

Yeah.

I'm very sorry.

I heard it was your husband they found.

Can I sit?

Please.

How are you doing?

I'll be okay.

Considering I didn't even think I'd be alive at this point.

And if your husband hadn't come looking for us, I'm not sure I would be.

Listen, um.

I know you've already been debriefed by the police.

I used to work undercover.

And, unfortunately, cases like these aren't a priority for long.

And the cops will be on to put the next fire out.

So I'm our best sh*t at finding that trucker.

But I'm gonna need your help.

I want to get inside this guy's head.

And I know this won't be pleasant for you, but I need.

Ms. Hoyt.

Whatever you need.

Your husband came to find us.

Whatever you need.

Thank you.

Ms. Legarski.

Jenny Hoyt.

Could I talk to you for a second?


It's...

it's not a good time.

Question.

How well did you know your husband, Ms. Legarski?

Not at all?

Not completely?

Well enough to know you didn't want to know him completely?

I told you, it's not a good time.

Let's talk about my husband.

He was last seen with yours.

He was found dead with a b*llet in his head.

A b*llet it seems that your husband fired.

I don't know how you expect me to respond.

I can say that I am horrified.

I can say that I'm sorry.

I can say that I didn't know my husband much at all.

But, mostly, I just keep coming back to... this is not a good time.

I shouldn't have come.

I know that there's nothing I can say to make it better, but I'm I'm...

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Now, this started with a search for two teens.

And now, apparently, law enforcement turning its focus on itself.

We're told police are combing through every inch of the Legarski house in search of possible evidence.

You said he kept records.

They might already have your name.

We used burner phones.

But he's got a secret room.

A safe room, behind his master closet, he said.

All his records would be in there.

I've got to get into his house.

How could you possibly?

The police will be all over that house.

They're looking for a trucker.

They have a description of you.

If they get a name, they'll just pick me up and plop me down in front of those girls.

They cannot learn my name.

Which means I have to get into that house.

And I will.

Now, I want to thank you all for showing up today to honor our dear friend Cody Hoyt.

Let him hear it!

Jenny, why don't you come on up, say a few words.

Sometimes, you find yourself a wild mustang that just won't break well.

The harder you try, the harder it'll fight ya, and all you'll ever end up breaking is its spirit.

So you got two choices.

You can try to hold on, knowing you'll always have a bronc on your hands, or you can let it be wild let it be free.

Cody, was.

Cody was a rascal.

He was a great father, and on most days, a real pain in my ass.

St. Helena ICU.

Please hold.

Need some help?

Almost done.

You need something?

Jenny, I-I don't know how to be with you.

Can't you just Google it?

How to be with the widow at the funeral of the dead guy you slept with?

Ouch.

I'm kidding.

I don't think there's a script for either one of us.

I suppose not.

I know you've been through this.

So I don't mean to dismiss the idea that you could help.

Where should I start?

No idea.

At least for what you should do.

As for what you shouldn’t do don't push everyone away like I did.

I won't.

Thank you.

Ms. Dewell?

Do you have any news?

Not yet.

But we're on it.

- Okay.

- Your focus...

rest and heal.

I'll rest when I'm dead, and I'd prefer not to be dead, and that trucker's still out there.

I was thinking maybe I could sit down with the sketch artist again.

I know I can do better.

His face should be plastered everywhere from here to Colorado by now.

When do you head back?

Tomorrow.

But I think I can stay longer.

All right.

Okay.

It's time for Cody's favorite song.

By Neil Young, obviously.

- Whoo!

-Whoo!

- Yeah!

This one's for you, Cody.

- You got this!

- You got it.

That didn't take long.

Um...

Anyone?

Help, please.

I got you.

Whoo!

Whoo-whoo-whoo!

My God.

You remind me of me.

Grace is coming in.

The younger sister.

The police told us to stand down.

That what you're doing with Jerrie?

By the way, I did Google what to do at the funeral of the guy you slept with.

It did not say to go up and sing with the widow.

Well, I-I tried to sing worse, at least, so as not to upstage.

You did not sing worse than me.

I lost my voice singing.

I said I tried.

Thank you.

I...

I never thought it would be you that would help me get through this.

Thanks.

Maybe you could help me some.

How?

I can't make a go of this place alone.

I need a partner.

I'm not kidding.

Cody was an ex-cop.

You're an ex-cop.

You take his place.

We work together.

- You must be joking.

- You know the work.

You have law-enforcement connections.

I've got a private detective agency.

And, as far as I'm concerned, we still have an open case.

The trucker.

Jerrie said his truck had been customized.

53-footer on the outside.

47 on the inside.

How's that possible?

A hidden compartment.

Human cargo.

We'll find him.

So, we're doing this.

For this one case only.

Hey, wait!

Hey!

Jerrie.

- Get away from me!

- No, no, no!

It's just me!

It's just me!

Jimmy?

Yeah.

Jesus, woman.

What are you following me like that for?

You almost gave me a heart att*ck!

I know.

I-I...

I'm sorry.

Just wanted to make sure you were okay.

I'm okay.

Yeah.

I'll be okay.

You should go home.

Hey.

You know you can still talk to me, right?

I think those days are over, Jimmy.

Thanks for checking on me.

You don't learn!
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