Previously on 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.
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!
Diego!
Aaaaah!
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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?
I don't know. It just felt like there was something
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.
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.
That's an iconic ride.
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...
...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.
? Just a pilgrim on a journey ?
? Well, I got no time to tarry here ?
? Don't stop me ?
? 'Cause I'm going to a land ?
? Where skies are clear ?
Hey.
? And I ain't got time to linger longer ?
Hey.
So, uh, what brings you up here?
I found those carved hearts you mentioned.
Yeah, creepy, right?
Yeah.
? I've got a home ?
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.
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.
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.
Not a problem. I figured she was about the prettiest thing
I was gonna see this entire shift, but... I guess I was wrong.
Officer Lister, Sheriff Beau Arlen.
This here's Deputy Jenny Hoyt.
Well, it's just Knox, like the fort.
Can I be of any assistance?
I think we're squared away but thanks.
Savages!
Oh, that is a hanging offense.
Uh, if you need her towed, I can call it in for you.
We've got a flatbed coming.
The car is part of a homicide investigation.
Well, heck, from what I've heard, the killer's as good as caught,
with you on the case, Deputy Hoyt.
Oh, you said it, Lister.
Hoyt always gets her man. So to speak.
Any chance you drink coffee?
? Loving all the time ?
I'm a tea drinker, actually.
? She can take you high ?
I didn't figure you for that.
Well, you know what they say,
"You can't get a hit if you don't step up to the plate."
? Oh, baby, you know it's where you go ?
I'll see you around, Deputy Hoyt.
? While I roll ?
What, are you like one of those pinky-in-the-air tea drinkers?
Is that, uh...
You are a mystery wrapped in an enigma.
Did you find the tracker, or were you too busy eavesdropping?
I got it. I got it.
Just saying, I think he likes ya.
Well, I don't date cops.
At least, not anymore.
Copy that.
Alright, so, our killer steals a collector's car,
he rips up the trunk, and then he just dumps it?
What are we thinking?
He must've been looking for something inside.
? Baby, here it is again ?
Something worth killing for.
? Yeah, it's alright ?
Well, I guess, um, everyone's out and about this morning.
Mm-hmm.
Is Luke with Mary?
No, actually, I think he went hiking
with that freaky new couple, Tonya and Donno.
Oh. That's interesting.
Right?
I thought we were done with the whole Luke thing.
Yes, we are. We're just, you know, chatting.
It's, uh, nothing for you to worry about.
Well, what I worry about is your obsession.
The two of you playing crime junkie
is not how I thought you two would bond,
but I'll take it.
He's the one that likes to snoop in tents.
Oh.
Oh, that's very interesting.
So, you add tent snooper to your résumé.
Whose tent did you snoop?
It was Luke and Paige's, but...
Oh.
...it was an accident, so...
How was that an accident?
Well, it... it wasn't an accident, uh, per Se.
I knew it. Mm.
Luke and Paige were missing,
and, yes, I was worried.
And I didn't want to show it
because I didn't want you to get scared.
So I lied to you.
I thought if you knew how worried I was,
that you would reach out to your father
and he would rush up here, like the hero that he is,
and, uh, I...
I didn't want to look weak.
So, you went into their tent because of Beau?
Yeah.
Look, I'm sorry, and I apologize to you both.
It's okay. It's just the Beau thing?
It's a little crazy.
- Yes, I need to work on that. - Okay.
Well, did you find anything?
No. Unfortunately, I didn't.
Why are we even here?
Because returning to the site where a traumatic event occurred
could jog your memory.
A-And if it doesn't?
Then we'll try a different technique.
Look, it was dark, okay?
We were lost, and I had had about enough of Paige messing with me.
And then what?
Well, then she ditched me.
You said you saw someone with a light
and then you fell and you hit your head.
Did you trip? Did this somebody push you?
Look, I-I can't be sure.
- I don't remember. - Or you're lying.
Should we see what the lie detector thinks?
You don't have to keep threatening me, okay?
I know that helping you two
is my best chance at getting out of here alive.
It's your only chance.
Hey, Donno, please.
Alright, tell us about this journal that Paige has,
the one that's worth $15 million?!
Look, i-it has a seed phrase in it that unlocks an account.
It's like a long password. And you don't know it?
Well, I-I know the words, but not the order that it goes in.
Paige insisted on that.
Smart girl.
So, she ditched you, she found her way back to camp,
she got her bag with this very valuable journal
without anybody noticing, and then she disappeared.
- That's what you're saying? - Yes.
And what about this person with the light?
Do you have any idea who that might be?
At first, I thought it was someone
the people we stole from sent,
but then you two showed up.
Maybe someone else took Paige.
Someone you didn't see coming.
I can see you're excited about something, Poppernak.
Let's keep it simple. Hoyt.
Uh, don't get you boxers in a bunch. I'm coming.
Alright, whaddya got?
The Trans Am that was stolen, it wasn't the first.
Another Trans Am, same year and style,
was stolen a week ago in Billings.
And the owner of this sweet ride?
- Slept through the robbery. - Did the car turn up?
- Here. - Three days ago,
abandoned on the side of the road,
trunk torn all apart just like the other one.
Alright, so, clearly, somebody's looking for something
inside a 1979 Pontiac Trans Am.
Wonder what they're looking for.
Maybe their lost youth
- or sense of manhood? - Whoa. Whoa!
Hoyt, I'm thinking maybe you just don't understand cars.
Or men.
Cars aren't that complicated.
Men? Even less so.
Well, I'll have you know that us men,
we still have a few secrets and mysteries up our sleeves.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, Pop, what question am I about to ask you?
How many 1979 Trans Ams are registered in the state?
- Bingo! - Yay.
- Seriously, how many? - Oh, three, yeah.
The one we found, the one in Billings,
and a third one, also here in Helena.
And that is where things get very interesting.
Okay. We're listening.
Okay, so, the last car changed hands a couple of times
after the original owner, Mickey Prescott,
went to prison for robbery, burglary...
Basically just a whole lot of stealing.
Is Prescott still behind bars?
Nope. Got out a few months ago.
Could've stolen something, hid it in his car,
now he wants it back?
Look at the brains on this...
And she thinks I keep you around for your good looks.
- If I had a nickle for... - Okay, focus, boys.
What about the current owner of the car?
- They could be in danger. - Got an address on him, too.
Working on a phone number.
You know what? Let's not risk waiting.
You want the owner, or you want the ex-con?
You know me. I always want the bad guy.
Sheriff's Department! Open up!
Someone's in there. I can hear them.
Last chance!
Well, hold your horses, for Pete's sake!
Mickey Prescott?
- I'm him. - You about lost your door.
Well, hell, I don't get around like I used to, young man.
Mr. Prescott, I'm Deputy Hoyt. This is Deputy Poppernak.
Do you mind if we come in and ask you a few questions?
Well, sure.
Ain't like I got anything else to do.
Sheriff's Department!
Anybody home?
Uh, yeah. Hello. Hi. Come on in.
- Greg Thorne? - Yeah.
Hi. Sheriff Beau Arlen.
Sorry for the intrusion. Uh, door was just open, so...
Oh, not... not a problem at all, sir.
Did I do something wrong?
No, it's actually about that beauty you got parked out in the driveway.
It's got me jealous.
Oh.
Wondered if you had a minute to chat.
Yeah, come on in. Got some coffee on.
Oh. Fantastic.
Okay. Fire away.
We want to talk about a car you used to own.
Car? What car?
1979 Trans Am.
Personal favorite of mine, sir. Had a poster of one on my wall.
You're talking about Delilah.
Excuse me, who?
I think it's his pet name for the Trans Am.
- So, you do know of it? - Well, hell yeah.
Although, I hadn't laid eyes on her in over two decades.
Or maybe you're just not the type to kiss and tell.
Is that your way of asking me for an alibi?
Oh, come on.
You and I both know I can't just take your word for it.
Where were you last night between midnight and 2:00 a.m.?
Deputy Hoyt, if I'm up at 2:00 a.m.,
it's to go to the john.
And you don't have to take my word for it.
Just pop into the building manager's office
and you'll see cameras all over the place.
I did my time.
That old car is...
like all the crimes I committed...
Part of my ancient past.
Hm. We'll check out those cameras.
Thank you for your time, Mr. Prescott.
It's no bother at all. Gets lonely on the outside.
Nice to have visitors.
Especially one as pretty as you are.
I-I hope you don't take offense to that.
I'll let it slide.
Listen, I, uh... I appreciate the heads-up, Sheriff,
and, uh, if anyone tries to steal my car, trust me, I will be ready.
Oh, I'm sure you will be.
But listen, I want to go about things a little bit differently.
Want to make sure that you're safe
and I want to use your car as bait.
- Bait? - Mm.
What, my baby out there?
Trust me, I won't let anything happen to her, okay?
I swear on Burt Reynolds on that, may he rest in peace.
Somebody else here?
Uh, just the, uh, bane of my existence.
My dog. Doesn't like being cooped up.
Be right back.
Help! Help!
You good?
I'm... I'm good. I'm good.
Stop!
Whoa!
Admit it, for a career criminal, you kinda liked him.
Charming old guy.
You said you're done dating cops,
but what about the bad guys?
Yeah, rerouting.
Hello?
Hey, how'd it go with the, uh, ex-con?
He's not our guy. Any luck on your end?
Well...
...depends on how you define luck, Hoyt.
- Nice. - How'd it go up at Sunny's?
Buck said he sold that truck a long time ago.
- Oh, to who? - Doesn't remember,
and I can't find a record
of the truck ever changing hands, so...
Well, maybe the new owner never registered it.
Buck could've just signed the title over,
grabbed the cash, and forgot about it.
I sold my old Hyundai
for three pounds of morels and a cord of firewood.
Signed that title over and told that guy to tow that puppy away.
Hm.
I mean, maybe.
- You think he's lying. - I don't know.
I can't see Buck or Sunny being involved with this,
but I have to consider it, you know?
Okay, so let's say Buck is lying to you about the truck.
Why?
To protect himself or somebody else.
So, who was the guy in the truck?
Exactly. That's what we have to figure out.
So I'm thinking we do a composite sketch.
Couldn't hurt. So, anyway, if it's okay,
I thought I would poke around some of those messaging boards, you know,
the ones where people are obsessed
with solving the unsolved crime.
I mean, you know, they're online detectives.
Yeah, right, t-the... The wannabe detectives.
- That's what you mean, right? - You said that, I didn't.
I know this started off sounding crazy, but...
we've got a heart here
and hearts carved in trees,
so the connection to the Bleeding Heart murder
doesn't maybe sound so crazy anymore.
I just thought I would ask to see if there's anybody out there
who remembers something or knows something.
Yeah. Okay. Like you said, it can't hurt.
Looking for something?
No.
I was just, um...
hiking nearby and I-I thought I heard people.
I didn't realize there was a camp here.
Hiking.
Where's you water bottle?
I don't have one.
- Where's yours? - I'm not hiking.
What are you doing, then?
Watching you watch the camp.
You live in the woods?
Now, why would you ask me that?
'Cause you're not hiking.
And you got that "I live in the woods" vibe.
Suppose I took that as an insult.
Well, that would be unfortunate.
For me or for you?
I lived in the back of a butcher's shop once.
Used to think I heard the dead animals move at night.
You can get used to anything, I guess.
Lots of things move at night out here.
Is it lonely?
Butcher shop was.
Sometimes.
We're all a little strange when it comes down to it, hm?
That's my superpower... strange.
And violent.
Can I help you with something?
I'm looking for a woman.
She went hiking with her boyfriend, boyfriend came home, she didn't.
Sounds like a bad boyfriend.
I agree.
Have you seen her? Her name's Paige.
No.
I haven't seen her.
Word of advice?
If you're gonna lurk around the camp, be quieter.
I spotted you five minutes ago.
You hurt?
I just tweaked a little something,
jumping onto the hood of that car.
I swear I could've had a career as a Hollywood stuntman.
- Nope. - Yeah, a short one.
What about a career as the person who's gonna help me solve this crime?
Got that handled.
Check this out.
If you mirror your screen to mine, you'll see that we are in business.
You connected the LoJack to it?
Indeed, I did.
Ooh. Nice work, Hollywood.
Thank you very much.
I'm gonna notify the state police and have them set up roadblocks.
Hold that thought. He stopped.
Wait. It's gone.
No, no. No, no, no, no, no.
He must've found the GPS tracker and ditched it.
Or he's some place where the signal doesn't work.
Sheriff's Department!
Hands in the air!
Hey.
Hey, Cormac.
Did you get those kayaks prepped for tomorrow?
- I did. - Excellent.
Why don't you grab a bucket and a sponge? Ol' Gutter needs a bath.
Hey, uh, sorry about earlier.
Cassie asked where you were. I told her.
No apology necessary. Cassie's just doing her job.
Dead backpacker, truck set on fire.
Hope she gets to the bottom of it.
Kinda weird, though, you owning that truck before.
I've owned a lot of trucks, son. You know that.
Your daddy's right. Nothing for you to worry about.
- I'm not worried. - Tell me...
you and Cassie got sumthin' sumthin' going on?
No.
Need to work on your poker face.
Go on, git back to work. Towels are over there.
Don't forget to wash his nose.
Fly season.
Cecil Ezterhas.
Looks like somebody just walked up to his car and shot him point-blank.
Yeah, there's a, uh... There's a compartment back here.
Whatever was in it's long gone,
but I'm betting this is what it's all about.
Check it out.
Prison tattoo.
Okay, boys.
Yes, sir.
- Hang on. - Yeah.
Hey, Pops, run the name Cecil Ezterhas.
Find out where he did his time and with who.
Sheriff's Department!
Don't do it.
Let me guess... My idiot cellmate led you here.
No, it was just my daring ingenuity and her smarts.
Why kill Cecil?
Because he was sloppy.
He made a mess of a simple job.
Besides, I wasn't gonna give him half of my treasure, anyway.
What is this... treasure?
The ultimate collectible.
Way cooler than that Trans Am.
I don't know how that's possible.
That's because you're not named Mickey.
- No. - Yeah.
Okay, boys, a-are... are you done yet?
You know the drill.
Hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.
Now.
You'll be dead before you reach it.
She's right, Mickey.
I'll give you a choice...
You touch that gun, we're gonna shoot you,
that box remains closed.
You give yourself up,
I'll let you have one last look at what's inside.
- You know what's in there? - I have a pretty good guess.
Good choice.
We made a deal.
Uh, yeah, we did.
Oh.
A baseball card? That's what this is all about?
No, no, oh, not just any baseball card. That is a...
That is a Mickey Mantle rookie card.
It is worth millions.
You know, in my entire life,
there was only two things that I cherished.
And one of them was that Trans Am named Delilah.
And the other one is this card.
Well, you're going back to prison.
Take your last look.
It was worth it.
You still didn't find it? I need that bag!
I got sidetracked.
What do you mean?
Someone is looking for you. Seemed dangerous.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God, no.
They found us.
No.
It's okay. It's okay.
I took his measure.
No, Walter, this is so not okay. This is really, really bad.
What did you do? The truth, please.
Luke and I s-stole some money.
Thought that we could lay low for a bit,
that the people we stole from wouldn't find us,
but now you're saying someone is here!
- You're scared. - Yes!
- Don't be. - What?!
What are you talking about?!
When I was younger, I had a friend.
Her name was Meredith.
The people who adopted me, they didn't like her because...
'cause she didn't like the way that they treated me.
One day, they hurt Meredith.
They hurt her so bad. Made me watch.
I couldn't protect her.
Walter, why are you telling me this?
'Cause everything can be fixed.
- No, it can't. - Yes, it can!
No!
The next night,
I burned their house to the ground
while they were asleep in their beds.
I've been paying for it ever since, but...
...I made sure that they never hurt her again.
When I told you I would protect you...
...I meant it.
Mm, no bull's-eye?
Rusty.
I could hit you, though.
There's a man living in the woods.
- I saw him. - What kind of man?
The kind that lives in the woods.
Could this be the guy that you're talking about,
the one with the flashing light?
U-Unless there's some other guy living in the woods.
Said he hadn't seen Paige.
I don't know if I believe him.
Hm.
The plot thickens.
Wow.
Okay, you're full of surprises.
Well, I was the, uh, secondary high school champ.
Just don't ask me to shoot a gun, that's all.
Deal.
Poor Mary, huh?
Ditched by Luke for the odd couple.
Yeah, they do seem very friendly, don't they?
Mm-hmm.
Let's go, Mom.
Oh, my God.
Sunny! Buck!
Mary, what did I tell you about the buddy system?!
T-There's something you need to see.
H-Hold on a second. What's going on?
Paige's bag. I found it in the woods.
Paige's bag? Well, that can't be right.
Are you sure it's hers?
Leopard print, letter "P" bag charm?
I-I clocked it the day they got here.
Like, who brings that on a camping trip?
H-Hold on a second. Where...
- Can you show me where the bag is? - Yeah.
I'll go.
You stay with the horses.
It's okay, Buck.
Mary and I will be right back.
Okay. Let's go.
You sure this is the guy you saw with the truck?
- Yep. - Mm.
Looks a little worse for wear. Tweaker, maybe?
Got his hands on Buck's old truck at some point?
And then set it on fire?
Well, like I said, tweaker. They don't do the most logical things.
- I guess anything's possible. - I'm gonna have Poppernak
compare it to outstanding warrants in the area.
Great.
? To understand what's right ?
I'll be right back.
Oh. Take your time.
Oh, and, uh we're gonna want details.
Of course you are.
? Caught in a whisper ?
So, really, you're never gonna date a cop again?
Why, would it break your heart?
Oh.
You wish.
? If I knew you, tell me ?
Mm.
? How to be that fortunate ?
You stalking me?
Yeah, maybe.
- Mm. - Make that two?
Mnh. No, thanks.
So you, uh,
find out anything more about that Suburban?
I'm working on it.
- You're working on it. - Yeah?
You seem to be asking my mom and dad
a lot of questions about the backpacker.
Something you want to tell me?
You know I'm just doing my job.
And I got to follow the leads wherever they take me.
Yeah. I get that.
And I want to help you.
Just promise me one thing.
Be straight with me.
My parents may be a lot of things, but...
they're good people.
I've always thought that.
And I want that to be true. I really do.
Maybe that's the thing.
So do I.
Just over here.
Why were you out here by yourself?
Just needed to go for a run to clear my head.
But then I found Paige's bag and clothes.
I-I think maybe Luke buried it after he killed her
and then some animal dug it up?
Okay, let's not jump to conclusions.
Okay.
Wait.
You told everybody you heard from Paige.
Said she was safe and sound in New York, right?
I did. Yeah.
But maybe Luke got her cellphone
and called us to throw us off track.
- Right. You're right. - Yeah. Yeah.
I didn't think of that.
H-How did you know it wasn't that way?
? Right or wrong, I'll be with you ?
I don't know. My mind's spinnin' with all this.
Is that the way?
That night when Luke came back to camp,
you were the one that checked their tent.
You said Paige's stuff was gone.
But he just got back to camp. H-He couldn't have had time.
Why not?
I mean, we thought that Paige came back
and got all of her stuff, but we were wrong.
It was Luke.
No. No, no. This isn't right.
Don't get all wound up. Alright? Just settle down.
- Help! - E-Easy, now.
Just...
Help! Somebody help me.
? My life... ?
Help!
Aah!
? With you I'll share ?
? Right or wrong, day by day ?
? All my love, all the way ?
? For I believe that I belong ?
? I believe that I belong ?
? By your side, right or wrong ?
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