Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

Previously on "Big Sky"...

JENNY: Legarski knows where those girls are.

He's bad.

- [g*nsh*t]

- I know it.

And I want to find these girls every bit as much as you do.

You have my word on that.

- Cassie Dewell.

- Hands where I can see them.

You're like a dog with a bone.

Hands in the air now.

Freeze!

Freeze!

[g*nsh*t]

MERRILEE: He doesn't remember anything from the past few years.

JERRIE: I-I just w-worry I might be putting you guys at risk.

I've had like one fantasy my whole life.

That a bad guy would break into my house and I'd get to blow his head off.

I've decided to report you to the police.

It's over, Ronald.

I've hurt people.

[NECK SNAPS]

But I've never k*lled anyone.

Hi.

They cannot learn my name.

Which means...

I have to get into that house.

Do you recognize this man?

He's your husband's accomplice.

He's here.

He's upstairs.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪ Clear.

♪ [LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

♪ JENNY: Window's open.

♪ Cassie, he's gone.

Come look at this.

Looks like some kind of storage space.

Something in there he was probably after.

And where's he?

["TAKE THE EXIT" BY THE FOOTLIGHT DISTRICT PLAYING]

♪ Well, my mama, she told me so ♪

♪ My daddy, he was right ♪

♪ Said, "Girl, he'll do you wrong ♪

♪ He ain't gonna do you right ♪

- ♪ That ain't no road you're on ♪

- [CELLPHONE RINGING]

♪ It's the highway to hell" ♪

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[WINDOW WHIRRING]

[CELLPHONE CLATTERS]

♪ [HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING, RADIO CHATTER]

Can't even say what he was driving?

I didn't see him pull up.

I don't know his vehicle.

- How do you know him?

- I already told you.

He came into my quilt shop.

And you just struck up a friendship?

Never got his last name even?

I don't remember.

If he told me, it was probably fake like his first.

What does it matter?

Your husband k*lled two men, kidnapped three girls, which you claim to know nothing about.

Now his accomplice has been discovered to be here in your home as an invited guest.

I didn't know who he was.

So you keep saying.

If I did, do you think I would've invited him in?

Do you really think I would've gone dancing with him?

Tubb, can I talk to her for a second?

TUBB: I'll be in touch.

- Search the house again.

- MAN: Yes, sir.

If you know anything at all about this guy...

I don't.

Obviously I don't know anything.

Except that I'm the world's biggest dope.

[ENGINE REVS, TIRES SCREECH]

♪ ♪

DOROTHY: I was going to crack Malone's head in,

but I thought better of it.

LORELEI: What do you mean better?

We'll have a better chance of getting those pictures back if he doesn't know we're on to him.

I'll get them.

- How?

- He's a man, isn't he?

No, charm won't work.

He's too smart for that.

And he was such a doll last night.

Oh, Dorothy.

♪ Dead in the water ♪

♪ You left me dead in the water ♪

♪ I said dead in the water ♪

♪ You left me dead in the water ♪

♪ Oh, it took all of my fight ♪

♪ But now I know how to survive ♪

♪ When you left me dead in the water ♪

Any part of the scene you didn't contaminate?

Exigent circumstances.

We were in pursuit.

You'd make life a hell of a lot easier if you'd put the badge back on.

We should be out there searching.

Right now you're both witnesses.

We need to ask you some questions.

You're positive he was here when you arrived?

We heard a sound.

He was gone by the time we got up here.

[SIGHS]

What the hell?

He got an award from the union a few years ago.

This was at the dinner.

Must've brought it home.

That would be Rick.

♪ ♪

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

[WHIRRING STOPS]

[TAPPING]

[BUZZING]

[TAPPING]

[BUZZING]

[TAPPING]

[BUZZING]

PENELOPE: No signs of any bleeding.

This is good.

And you seem to be improving... also good.

But there's been a couple of developments, Rick.

Now, you remember we talked about you having an accomplice?

The truck driver.

Yeah.

He was in your house last night.

- What?

- Police came.

Merrilee's safe.

But he was there, and he's still at large, so this is a very dangerous situation.

If you remember anything about this man, you could tell me, privately.

We want to keep her safe.

I don't know who this person is.

I promise.

Now, I'd like to give you a polygraph.

You know what that is, right?

If you pass it, we can use it to our advantage.

And if you don't pass,

- nobody'll ever know.

- [DOOR OPENS]

- Are you okay?

- I am not okay.

I am a long way from okay.

They want me to make another statement.

They think I'm involved.

[SIGHS]

You need to get yourself an attorney.

Now, it shouldn't be me because of the possible conflict of interest, but let me make some calls.

I'll see if I can find somebody to help you.

With all this press, they might do it pro bono.

In the meantime, here's some free advice.

Do not be giving to the police or the FBI any statements.

Was the back door unlocked?

I always tell you not to leave the door unlocked.

FIELD REPORTER: A statewide manhunt is currently underway,

coordinated by the local authorities,

the Montana State Police, and the FBI.

Meanwhile, hotlines have been set up.

The police are cautioning, if you do see the suspect,

do not approach, as he's considered to be dangerous

and extremely depraved.

The suspect was last seen in the residential neighborhood.

- I am not depraved.

- But his whereabouts thereafter

are unknown.

- He is believed to be traveling alone...

- I am not depraved!

... in a vehicle of an unknown make and model.

If you do have any information, please call...

[BUTTON CLICKS]

♪ [DISHES RATTLE]

We keep a clean house, Ronald.

We don't like filth.

No, we keep a clean house.

Filth!

I am not depraved.

I keep a clean house, right, Ronald?

You're years old and you drive a truck, right, Ronald?

All my friends' sons are successful, and you drive a truck!

Police sources report that progress is being made.

One of the captives has been able to describe his truck,

both inside and out, with considerable detail,

which is significant in that long-haul truckers

often individualize their interiors,

which can double as their living spaces.

Meanwhile, tensions amongst Helena residents

continue to rise as both police and FBI...

♪ Hey!

Come back.

You tell your boss that we don't take this anymore.

I get it on the iPad now.

- Sorry, ma'am.

- [CHUCKLING]

It's okay.

♪ ♪ I-It kind of looks like this one, but without the t*nk.

Super clean.

Okay, Willis Taxi Dance Hall does have security cams...

- [DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

- ... and they self-erase.

We should check it out just the same.

I just heard that the wife's lawyering up, refusing to talk.

To us, anyway.

Think she might still talk to Cassie.

- Is she here?

- JENNY: No.

Anything back from the lab?

Fingerprints?

Yeah, there were some prints.

Nothing matching with the databanks.

Hey.

We're gonna increase the drive-bys where you're staying.

Can't you just position somebody there?

I wish we could.

I should be okay.

My friend's husband has a big dog and a big g*n.

Think it's an AK- .

Okay, I didn't hear that.

It's doctor-patient privilege.

It's evidence, which you're withholding.

His lawyer will put me out of business if I discuss his medical condition.

And exactly what business are you in?

Pardon me?

"Do no harm," isn't that your big oath?

Yeah, Google borrowed it.

Okay, wait, you... you get one legacy.

I-Is this yours?

"I may have helped a k*ller get off, but, hey, I honored doctor-patient privilege."

Look, even if I wanted to help you, I couldn't tell you what's going on in his brain.

- How could you...

- Because I don't know.

He could have amnesia or visual agnosia or aphasia...

- He could be faking.

- How we all doing here?

Having a nice chat, are we?

What about?

He was just hitting on me.

Men do.

You two have something in common, too, I bet.

You each did your best work on my client's head.

You're sick.

Tell somebody who cares.

There's a monster in that room with both the medical and legal establishment at the ready to make him healthy and possibly free.

Are you...

Are you kidding me?

You got a job to do.

So do I.

I guess that gives us something in common.

Coffee?

There's the look.

I get it a lot.

♪ ♪ ♪

POLYGRAPHER: You recognize this person?

LEGARSKI: No.

No recollection at all?

No.

Did you sh**t this girl with a bow and arrow?

What?

[SCOFFS]

- Of course not.

- Yes or no answers, please.

- I shot a bull elk once.

- Yes or no, please.

You have any recollection of sh**ting this person with an arrow?

No.

You recognize this person?

No.

Never seen her before?

I don't think.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

Did I... sh**t her with a bow and arrow?

JENNY: You know for a fact he passed?

I know for a fact his lawyer's asking for a formal polygraph, one that can be admitted into evidence.

Now, if she's asking for that, he must've passed the private one with flying colors.

He's faking.

Lie detectors aren't foolproof.

Cops love polygraphs.

They trust them.

Legarski would never go near one unless he was sure he'd pass.

So he doesn't remember.

Doesn't mean he didn't do it.

True, but if he doesn't remember, he can't contribute to his defense, which makes him incompetent to stand trial.

Which means he'll just end up

- at a psych facility.

- He would.

[SIGHS]

And what if he continues to improve?

What if he's deemed to be a changed man...

Phineas Gage...

no longer a threat to society?

- They'll have to release him.

- That's not gonna happen.

You don't know that.

Let's just see how it plays out.

We're not gonna just see how this plays out.

I mean, Tubb's just given up.

He's seen too much.

You stay in that job for too long, you just burn out.

Tubb's not a bad guy.

I-I know.

He's just hung on too long.

I'm going in there...

Legarski's room.

He can't be that good.

I shot him.

If I put my face in front of his, he'll react.

Cassie, how are you gonna go in there?

Your face has been all over the news.

Maybe I should do it.

You wouldn't necessarily trigger him.

I shot the guy, and I know someone who works at the hospital.

They owe me a favor.

[CLEARS THROAT]

It could work.

And what's to lose?

Well, there's jail.

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

♪

_ ♪

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

♪ [DOOR CLOSES]

♪ It's him.

It's him.

Help!

Help!

♪ You'll never get away with this.

What makes you say that?

This is kind of my thing, getting away with stuff.

♪ Why were you taking my picture?

Just a school project.

I'm doing a show-and-tell thing on my job and so I was taking pictures of customers.

So you're not just a snoop.

You're a liar.

Please, sir.

♪ What's your name?

Erik, with a K.

Like Erik the Great.

Do you want to scream, Erik?

Sometimes it helps me when I scream.

When I get stressed, that's what I do.

Want me to show you?

[SCREAMS]

[GASPS]

See?

I feel better now.

Go ahead, you try.

People know.

That I was coming to take your picture.

So if I go missing, this is where they're gonna look.

Well, that creates two big problems.

One for me and one for you, Erik.

- [SCREAMING]

- [GASPS]

I highly recommend a good scream.

♪ Phew.

I do feel better.

[TAPE CREAKING]

Hope this works.

Whether it works or not, it would make Cody smile.

Let's not smile yet.

♪ Good luck.

♪ [MONITOR BEEPING]

- [DOOR CLOSES]

- How we doing?

[GRUNTS]

All looks good here.

How we feeling?

Okay.

Uh, thank you.

Good to hear.

Can you track the light with your eye?

Fantastic.

I want you to look at me.

[GLASSES CLACK]

♪ Look straight at me.

♪ What's your name?

Missy.

Missy.

I like that name.

Want to know why?

Tell me.

Because if you can't remember a girl's name, you can call her "missy," and she doesn't know you forgot.

I hear some girls don't like being called "missy." We don't always get what we want.

Missy.

Like when someone calls me "buddy." Did I say something wrong?

I want you to squeeze my fingers, do a hand strength test, okay?

Boy, you people sure do a lot of finger squeezing around here.

I'll try to keep it short.

I'm gonna count as you squeeze.

Now, I usually count to three, but for you, I'm gonna count to five.

And at five, I want you to let go and do one of three things.

A, drop your hand.

B, raise it up high like Alexander Hamilton.

Or, C, sh**t me.

My money's on C.

sh**t you?

[CHUCKLES]

Are you funnin' with me?

Because Merrilee wouldn't like

a pretty girl like you funnin' with me.

My name's Cassie Dewell.

- Cassie Dewell?

- Cassie.

That's a...

That's a lot like Missy.

I don't like being called missy.

You remember me now?

[BEEPING SPEEDS UP]

[GASPS]

Did I...

sh**t you with an arrow?

I just refuse to believe that he can't remember anything.

- [SIGHS]

- You sure?

He wasn't there.

It is possible, if the b*llet damaged the amygdala, it could actually help him with the polygraph, but I don't think that's what's going on.

I think Rick Legarski as we knew him is gone.

So, what, this new and improved Rick Legarski could taste freedom?

No way.

Look, I-I know you got in his face, but did you get in his face?

What do you mean?

I think I need to take a turn.

W-What are you gonna do, sh**t him?

You did.

[TRUCK DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Hey, Denise.

Hey, girl.

What's up?

- Have you seen Erik?

- Erik?

This morning, I did, as he flew by delivering the paper.

He didn't come home.

Sometimes he grabs his pole and goes fishing, but he's always home by now.

Well, did you try calling his friends?

He called me today at work, but I had a zillion customers, and I couldn't talk much, and he... he just kept going on about knowing someone in the paper.

What?

I couldn't make heads or tails of it.

And I told him he could tell me all about it later.

Did he mention anything to you?

No, nothing jumps out at me.

He did say something about a... reward maybe.

But sometimes he exaggerates to get attention.

- You know him.

- [CHUCKLING]

Yeah, kids.

Um...

♪

You don't think he meant...

Did he say anything else?

He said he thinks he knows where he lives.

♪ ♪

It's got to be someone from his paper route.

- You got a list of his customers?

- I do.

Got it from the paper.

He...

He didn't say for sure it was someone from his route.

At least I-I don't remember him saying that.

It's still a good place to start.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[GRUNTING]

Stop moving.

[TAPE CREAKING]

How long do you plan to keep me here?

For as long as it takes.

Are you going to k*ll me?

Are you going to k*ll me?

I'm thinking!

That's a Jack Benny joke.

I bet you don't even know who that is.

A bad guy says to him, "Your money or your life."

Jack Benny says nothing.

Guy says, "I said your money or your life."

Jack Benny says, "I'm thinking!"

I guess you have to know who Jack Benny is.

I know who he is.

I watch lots of old shows and movies with my mom.

Really?

I used to watch that stuff with my mom, too.

Do you know Vincent Price?

"The Pit and the Pendulum"?

'Cause I feel like that may be the answer to your question.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[GASPS]

Don't say anything.

[MUFFLED GRUNTS]

♪ ♪

Hey.

Ronald, hello.

My, it's been a while.

You look...

strong.

Thank you.

I try to eat well and exercise.

Is your mother here?

She's actually not.

She's away.

Away?

She and I had a meeting scheduled, and she hasn't been returning my calls.

I became concerned.

She went to visit her sister in Ennis.

She isn't feeling well.

- She has cancer.

- Cancer?

That's terrible.

Yeah, we're all saying our prayers.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Your mother and I talk quite often.

Her sister getting cancer, that's...

sounds like something she might've mentioned.

Well, nobody likes to talk about cancer.

It's a downer.

Well, that's what clergy's for.


To talk about the downer things.

The things we worry about.

Lately, your mother's been talking about you, Ronald.

She doesn't like my career path.

She thinks truck driving isn't a noble calling.

That's not what she's been talking about.

Maybe you should let me in, Ronald.

Time for you and I to talk.

What do you say?

Okay, thanks.

[RECEIVER CLICKS]

Okay, police are going door to door, starting with those on his route.

He tried to tell me.

He called me at work, but I was busy.

I didn't have time.

- You did nothing wrong, Rachel.

- I'm his mother.

He had a problem, and I didn't have the time to listen.

♪

[SOBS]

♪ ♪

Thank you.

Mm.

[CLOCK TICKING]

She was concerned that your prurient urges were taking hold again.

More than that, she was worried that you'd become involved in something bigger than you.

Something bigger than me?

Much bigger.

Like God?

Not like God.

Not like God at all.

- [GRUNTING]

- [CAGE RATTLING]

♪ Maybe there's some confusion on your part as to who or what God is.

I have a general idea.

Also, I have a general idea about you.

Me?

You tried to drown me when I was a child.

I remember.

It's called a baptism.

- You held me under.

- You're mistaken.

No, I'm not mistaken.

[CAGE RATTLING]

[GRUNTING]

♪ Do you know how I know?

I heard my father tell you, "Hold him under a bit.

He needs to be toughened up." Couldn't have been but years old.

Seems you made a dent, Father.

[WHEELS SQUEAKING]

♪ [CLATTERING]

What's that noise?

It's just my dog.

[CLANGING]

- Doesn't sound like a dog.

- Well, it is.

♪ [GRUNTING]

[DOORKNOB RATTLING]

Sounds like it's coming from below.

I think it's time for you to leave, Father.

Really?

I have time on my hands, Ronald.

So many places I could go.

Do you care where I might go?

[RATTLING CONTINUES]

♪ [MUFFLED SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

I need to check on my dog.

[DOOR CLOSES, FOOTSTEPS]

♪ Oh, you made things worse, haven't you, Erik?

And you made me worse.

So here's the deal.

You will remain still and you will remain quiet, or I will k*ll you.

No more "Pit and the Pendulum." It will be right now.

Do you think you can follow those instructions, Erik?

Be still or die?

♪

- [ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]

- Aah!

♪ ♪

[GRUNTING]

♪ ♪

[GRUNTING]

Aah!

- Aah!

- [CLATTER]

[GURGLING]

Aah!

♪ ♪

[THUDDING]

♪ MALE DESK ANCHOR: The Amber Alert was issued

for -year-old Erik Westergaard,

who authorities say went missing

while on his newspaper delivery route along Euclid Avenue.

Officials believe Erik to be in immediate danger.

A spokesperson with the Lewis and Clark County Sheriff's office

confirmed the primary...

Oh, I hope Rachel's not watching this.

Just turn it off.

His face is plastered everywhere.

- He's gone to ground like cornered animals do...

- [DOOR OPENS]

... and taking that kid,

- I mean, that's a desperate act.

- [DOOR CLOSES]

- It's reckless.

- Unless it isn't.

He's been pretty methodical.

Look, my fear is he's got some plan.

He took somebody else?

♪ Yeah, we think.

Are you okay?

I might be losing my mind.

Like, I-I keep seeing him.

Like I'm...

I'm hallucinating.

I see him in the shadows, or I hear him behind me, but he's not there.

It's like my mind is playing tricks.

Well, how could it not even a little,

- honey, considering...

- When are you going to get him?

♪ What's the plan for getting access?

The good ol' "bull in a china shop" plan.

Subtlety's never my thing.

Excuse me, is he allowed any visitors at all

- other than family?

- No, ma'am.

Oh.

I'm gonna have to wait out here, sorry.

- His sister.

- [DOOR OPENS]

- Hey!

- I need to talk to this man.

Guard!

You k*lled my husband.

- Get your ass out of here.

- Try throwing me out.

- That's it, ma'am.

Let's go.

- I just need seconds.

- seconds!

- You don't get it.

- I will speak to her.

- No, you won't.

Did I k*ll her husband?

I'll speak to her.

Rick, you're not competent to make this decision.

JENNY: Ah, that's his game, isn't it?

He's competent enough to k*ll.

Competent enough to dump a body in a hole.

But...

But to be held accountable?

He was my husband.

We have a son.

A son who's grieving the loss of his father.

- Are you competent enough to understa...

- Okay, let's go, let's go.

Gosh!

Jenny.

LEGARSKI: If I did what you say I did, what others are telling me that I did...

then I most surely hope to die, as well.

Maybe I already have.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

[SIGHS]

♪ He's not there, Jenny.

Guy who shot Cody's gone.

Mm.

He's not gone.

He can't be.

And shall he go free, I'll k*ll him.

Hm?

Maybe that would be best.

[SEATBELT CLICKS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

♪ [ERIK CRYING]

♪ [BREATHING DEEPLY]

♪ [GRUNTING]

♪ [DOOR OPENS]

I asked for a lawyer.

I'm not police.

- But you're here to do their bidding.

- [DOOR CLOSES]

They can't legally question me, so they sent you.

Do you think I'm stupid?

I mean, I am, but not about this.

This isn't about Miranda or legal rights or whatever.

It's about truth.

Either it helps you or it hurts you.

I-I suspect it's the former.

I have no idea what the truth is.

I do know I have nothing to do with the trucker or the boy he took,

- so if you'll excuse me...

- Merrilee, I believe you.

But it doesn't look good.

Maybe if we knew what he was looking for at your house, what he took, it could help us identify him or help find the boy.

I already told you I don't know.

Then your best path is to tell us everything you know about him.

And to help us break your husband if he's faking this memory loss.

I don't think he's faking.

But what do I know?

As much as I don't recognize my husband and what he's become, my own trajectory might be worse.

How pathetic I've become, even now.

What do you mean?

I still cling to the possibility that maybe I wasn't entirely fooled

by Mitchell or whoever he is.

That whatever the pretense he had for targeting me...

[VOICE BREAKING] he came to feel something.

When we danced, talked...

He kissed me.

I didn't tell you that part.

I'm actually grateful to him, 'cause he made me feel.

Something I haven't done in so long.

So I guess I should thank him for that, for reminding me I'm alive.

♪ [SIGHS]

Right now, there's a boy out there.

His name's Erik.

And we need to keep him alive.

♪ [BODY THUMPING]

♪ We keep a clean house.

Preferably clergy-free.

♪ Oh, I see you've met my mother.

She can be a bit cold.

[DOOR SLAMS]

But she's nice.

Well, she was nice.

She stopped being nice.

The question I have is, are you going to be nice?

♪ [GROANS]

I'll need you to answer some questions for me, and if you lie... dead.

A little lie... dead.

The slightest dodge even... dead.

Do you understand me, Erik?

Yes.

Why were you taking my picture?

I saw the sketch of the kidnapper in the paper, and I thought that it might be you.

And who else did you tell?

- Nobody.

- Is that your final answer?

Because it might be.

I told my mother I recognized the sketch, but that's all.

I never gave her a name or an address.

And exactly what else did you say to your mother?

[SCREAMING]

Come at me, you psycho!

I got plenty of staples,

- and this... looks like fun.

- [ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

[CAGE CLANKS, ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Hi.

Has he been back, the man in the house?

It's worse than that.

He's kidnapped a young boy.

It's not just my life in danger.

It's his, too.

You need to tell us who this man is, Rick.

I don't know.

If I ever knew him, I don't remember.

I promise.

Do you remember The Big Rick?

You liked to talk about morality and justice.

You'd quote...

Bentham and Aristotle and Kant.

- Kant was your favorite.

- Intrinsic morality.

The humanity of the act.

The man I married, The Big Rick, he was all about humanity.

It's why you became a state trooper.

Your humanity needs to rise up now, Rick.

You're the only one who can save this boy.

The Big Rick needs to remember.

I can't.

This man, he might very well k*ll me, too.

♪ [VOICE BREAKING]

I'm sorry.

♪

[FINGERS TAPPING]

♪ ♪

RONALD: ♪ If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands ♪

♪ If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands ♪

♪ If you're happy and you know it ♪

♪ Then your face will surely show it ♪

♪ If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands ♪

[RHYTHMIC TAPPING]

♪ If you're happy and you know it ♪

♪ Say hi to your mom ♪ Hi, Mom!

♪ If you're happy and you know it, say hi to your mom ♪

Hi, Mom!

♪ If you're happy and you know it ♪

♪ Then your face will surely show it ♪

♪ If you're happy and you know it, say hi to your mom ♪

Hi, Mom!

Do you have a match?