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!

Blake?

Blake?

No.

No, no!

Blake.

Blake!

Blake, Blake.

Blake.

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.

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.

That's my dad. You should go.

Go.

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 25 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.

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.

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.

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.

He was a good boy.

Al: I swear 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 10 hours a day no more.

Yeah, I wasn't sure about

that Facebook Marketplace thing at first, but my old lady

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.

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!

Horst: It's Blake! He's dead!

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 killed 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.

All right?!

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.

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 attack 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 died,

I didn't get out of bed for ‐‐ for a week.

And then, one day, my dad showed up,

told me he was moving in...