Big Sky

Why didn't you scream for help?

My mom told everyone you went home.

-Is Sunny? -Yes.

Maybe you can go into the camp and get something for me?

CID says the body's been here less than 48 hours.

Decomp is pretty bad.

I wonder if the body was moved here.

-Look at this. -A little backpacker?

Walter was trying to save his life.

I let him use the old truck to move the backpacker's body,

and Cassie Dewell saw him driving it.

-Get out of my tent. -Where's your girlfriend?

I don't have the $15 million. She took it and left.

You try to run, Donno will find you, and...

Chop, chop.

Today got me thinking about my mom.

Well, Hoyt, all relationships have to be a two-way street.

-I hate it when you do that. -What?

The whole cowboy wisdom thing.

Fine. I actually kinda like it.

I sure am gonna miss that ol' gal.

Got no other choice with the blood and the DNA evidence.

Are you with me? Till they bury me deep in the ground.

Diego.

- (moans) -Wake up.

What? What is it?

I h-- I heard something downstairs.

Must be that damn raccoon knocking over cans again.

-Are you sure? -Let me handle it.

I'll be right back.

Don't worry. Don't worry. Now, go back to sleep.

It's probably nothing.

-Hey! Aah! - (thud)

Diego!

Aaaaah!

Fire chief says it's arson.

This the same blue-and-white

truck you saw the other day?

Looks like it.

Somebody want to bring me up to speed?

Cassie saw a creepy guy on the side of the road.

He had a truck just like this.

What made him creepy?

Just a feeling he gave me.

-You think he's somehow connected -to your dead backpacker?

in the back of the truck that he didn't want me to see.

Well, whatever it was, the evidence is gone now.

And the VIN's been destroyed.

Well, there should be a VIN on the engine block.

This is Arlen. Talk to me.

-Give me a hand. -Yeah.

There it is.

- (camera shutter clicking) -Okay, got it.

-Nice. -Copy that.

Hoyt, we gotta roll. There's been a homicide out near Fort Harrison.

You good?

Yeah, I'm just gonna have Denise run the VIN.

Okay, but keep us posted. -Yeah. -Be careful.

It wasn't there.

No, it's there. It has to be.

I searched Luke's tent. Your bag wasn't in it.

-Well, you need to look again! -Don't tell me what I need to do!

I'm sorry.

I'm trying my best to help you.

I am not bad news like Luke.

When I was younger, people say I did a bad thing,

but it was for a reason.

Is...

this bad thing

the reason you're hiding from the cops?

I didn't have a choice.

Whatever it was...

...I understand.

You do?

Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

This bag you want so bad...

...what's in it?

Something valuable.

A journal.

It's important to you?

Yes.

Well, then it's important to me, too.

-But Luke doesn't have it. -Somebody in that camp does.

Maybe my mother.

Why? Why would she have it?

She thinks she has to clean up my messes.

I know you would never hurt me.

You told me that; And I believe you.

Can you look for the bag again, please?

I need that journal.

Sure.

I can do that.

See? We're a team.

Victim is Diego Mendoza, 44.

Bludgeoned to death with a tire iron.

Wife heard someone trying to break into the house.

He went down to check it out and confronted the guy,

and, well, this is how she found him.

Did the wife get a look at the guy?

Negative. Sounds like it all happened pretty fast.

What are we thinking, home invasion gone wrong?

It's about a car.

Victim owned a black 1979 Firebird Trans Am.

Car like that's worth money.

-Targeted theft, then. -It's gotta be.

Get ahold of local law enforcement

in case our thief can't help himself

and decides to take it out

-for another spin. -Copy.

-I'm just thinking... - (exhales deeply)

...you know, there's no way our victim would've left

his cherished baby naked and exposed

a-and with no way home if she ever got lost.

-Think he's got a LoJack or something? -I'd bet on it.

Hey!

Hey.

So, uh, what brings you up here?

I found those carved hearts you mentioned.

-Yeah, creepy, right? -Yeah.

Is, uh -- Is that it?

You came all the way up here to tell me that?

No. I have to talk to your father.

My father? What about?

Better I talk to him first.

-Well, now I'm intrigued. -Follow me.

Let's go after dinner when everybody's asleep.

You gonna let me do the talking?

I am not.

Walter will listen to me.

And if he doesn't?

Let's not go there unless we have to.

- Knock, knock. -Hey.

Brought you a visitor.

-Cassie! -Hi.

You're becoming a regular around here.

Might need to get you a tent. (Laughs)

Uh, sorry, I just need to ask Buck about something.

Okay.

Cormac, why don't you go check on the generator?

-Yes, ma'am. -So, what's on your mind, Cassie?

Oh, you don't have to worry about me.

Buck and I have been married so long,

we've just morphed into one big ol' blob. (laughter)

We don't have any secrets between each other.

Like she says.

I-I wanted to ask you about a truck

that's registered in your name.

Our family business requires

a lot of vehicles, most of them in my name.

This one's a blue-and-white Suburban.

Someone set it on fire last night.

Blue-and-white Suburban?

Oh.

Well, that must've been 10 years ago, I sold her,

wasn't it, Sunny? -Oh, at least.

-Yeah, a long, long time ago. -Yeah.

What's this about, Cassie?

You say somebody caught it on fire?

Yeah, just a few miles from here.

-Huh; Wow, what's this world coming to? -I know.

Yeah, I'm not here about the fire,

but I think it may be connected to the dead backpacker

we found not too far from here.

Cormac told me about that.

-Yeah, that's terrible. -Yeah.

I-I don't understand. You think the dead backpacker

has something to do with Buck's old truck?

Could be.

It would help if you remembered who you sold it to

'cause the title didn't transfer.

Well, now you're testing the old noggin.

You know what? I do remember it was a young guy.

He paid cash, as I recall.

I think his name was, uh, Ron or, uh, Bob?

He was a logger, I'm pretty sure.

I saw a man driving it.

Um, late 30s, early 40s, brown hair, light beard.

Something really off about him.

Hm.

Well, I -- Well... doesn't ring a bell.

Holy heck, you're no help at all!

You know, we may still have some record of it somewhere.

We'll check in the attic soon as we get back home, okay?

-Oh, that'd be great. -Great! Great.

-Good to see you. -Well, thanks for stopping by.

Yeah.

A tent's always available for ya.

I don't like her.

That is 100% American muscle right there.

You mean the car, right?

Appreciate you looking after it till we could get here.