Big Sky

We've had the occasional young female vanish around here.

Rumors about it being a cult.

I'm not looking for a fight. Just two missing girls.

And my husband.

What have you done?

I just want to find these kids.

And Cody?

Grace!

Grace, they're coming! Hurry up!

The young one somehow got loose.

She's out there?!

Grace?

Aren't you here to help us?

The Sullivan girls have now been missing four days,

along with an unidentified third woman.

There have been hundreds of unsolved abductions

along these same roads,

the majority being indigenous women.

Police have proffered no leads or pattern at this point.

If you see them,

even if you think you have,

I'm begging you to call the police.

And, Grace and Danielle

if you can somehow hear or see this, we love you.

We will find you.

Something interesting on the television, Ronald?

I don't like to be looked at

or talked to when I'm having my cereal.

Young, pretty girls they were talking about.

Coincides with your urges.

Do you have something to tell me, Ronald?

I beg your pardon?

Do you know why I trim the crusts

off your egg salad sandwiches, Ronald?

It's a reminder that life, be it in eating or otherwise,

is meant to be lived with affection,

with caring,

with a certain mindfulness that gives us wonderful pause.

Not the kind of pause you're giving me at the moment.

Where is this coming from?

Because I'm getting sick of it.

Do you hear me?

I asked you a question!

Do... you... hear... me?!

You punctuate when you get mad!

Sweetheart, I continue to believe

that there's more good in you than bad.

But the day I come to believe otherwise

that there's more bad in you than good

that's a terrible day.

For me.

For you.

Hey.

You seeing or hearing any of this?

It's all over!

I'm seeing.

On every damn station!

It's getting too hot.

We have to move them.

I found a taker.

What does that mean?

It's a different syndicate, out of Ontario.

They're picking up the merchandise tomorrow.

They're not willing to pay for them,

so can't really call them a buyer.

More like a "take the problem off our hands."

Meet me at the bar.

Who was that?

Business.

Mine.

Do you have something to do with those missing girls, Ronald?

How dare you.

I would hope you can be counted on to do the right thing.

I will do the right thing.

Trust that.

Sometimes doing the right thing

has to give way to doing what's necessary.

I will do what's necessary.

This really can't be a good idea.

It's my only idea.

It's not like we've got a lot of choices here, okay?

How can you be cold? You're burning up.

The infection is causing the fever.

It's fine. Just do it. I'm ready.

This does not seem like something that should work.

It can.

Maggots secrete enzymes

that... that target dead tissue.

It's called extra corporeal digestion.

You read this?

YouTube.

Okay, so, they're gonna eat you?

Just the bad stuff. Just the bad stuff.

That looks really infected.

This is be... beyond disgusting.

Maybe that's a positive.

Right? Remember, the plan is to traffic us.

We've gotta look like marketable goods.

And with the maggots on the wound,

it's gonna make it look gnarly.

They're gonna freak out, right?

They're gonna have to give me antibiotics

or... or hose me down or something.

But either way, it's gonna buy us time.

And maybe I can get another way out.

I don't have a better idea.

Okay, I just need you guys to help sell it.

Pull them in.

Hey.

If this infection spreads, I'm gonna lose my leg.

My God.

Ew.

I'm ready.

I'm gonna be sick.

We're all over it, Jenny. I promise you.

But you're not all over Legarski.

Give me so much as a hint of evidence

that Rick Legarski's involved.

He was the last person to see Cody.

That's hardly evidence.

I can't be souring my relationship

with a state trooper on a hunch.

You taught me to trust my hunches.

Jenny, come on. My husband is missing, Walter.

My son's girlfriend and her sister.

That's not worth a conversation?

I need to find them.

Louise.

Go ahead.

Reach out to Trooper Rick Legarski.

I'd like to speak with him in my office

at his earliest convenience or sooner.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Okay, should we show Grandpa?

Yeah. Show Grandpa.

Boing-oing! Ba-la-la-la-la-la!

Clear your plate. Okay.

How we doing?

Good.

You seem a little undone.

Which makes sense.

These type of cases have a tendency to... dredge stuff up.

What stuff?

Let's start with your husband.

Old news.

I

Might have been guilty of some bad advice.

I said the only thing you can do is move on,

one foot in front of the other

advice you took.

I'm thinking now the better advice

might have been "stop and cry some."

Where's this going?

You've been on the run, Cassie.

From yourself, from me, from the moment.

It's all about moving on to the next, maybe rushing on.

Explains maybe why you tumbled to Cody.

Eyes to me, if you don't mind.

You in love with him?

Maybe.

You done?

I'm okay, Dad.

The sheriff?

From Lewis and Clark?

Not to worry. I know the guy.

Walter Tubb.

We go back.

But why does he want to see you?

Could be methamphetamine.

We've been coordinating on the odd raid or two.

Meth is booming again, in case you didn't know.

The world is going to hell.

This isn't good, him wanting to talk to you.

No. It isn't.

We'll wrap it up tomorrow.

My mother's got her hackles up, too.

She came right out and asked me.

Asked you about what?

Whether I had anything to do with the girls who disappeared.

I'm sorry. What?

She did.

Why would she ask you about that?

Because she's my mother.

She suspects me of everything.

If somebody shot the pope, she'd ask if I'd done it.

Ronald...

It doesn't mean anything.

Of course it means something!

She didn't ask you about the pope.

She asked you about the girls,

which is something that you did do.

She doesn't know anything.

Then why is she asking?!

Don't you yell at me.

I'm beginning to think you're a loose end, Ronald.

What is that supposed to mean?

You don't think I got an insurance policy.

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

That right?