The Killing (2011–2014): Season 1, Episode 12 - Beau Soleil - full transcript

You have no idea the hell
that you put me through yesterday.

You have no rights.

No rights!

Please. You've been AWOL for 10 years.
No word, no alimony, nothing.

And then suddenly,
you just show up?

Look, Jack and I are doing fine.

So why don't you do us and yourself
a favor and go home to Chicago?

Was that little man?
Little man's deadbeat dad.

Sounded like you were
tearin' him a new one.

That's who Jack
was with yesterday.

Wow.



These are from the Wapi Casino?
Yeah. I've been at it all night.

I almost missed our girl. I ain't
used to seein' her lookin' like this.

Yeah.

Friday night.
She's wearing the sweater.

Yeah, 12:37 a.m.

Rosie's been making cash deposits
every few weeks.

Benjamins.
Talkin' some serious moola.

How much was in the account?
Almost 7K.

Makes you wonder what she's
doin' for that kind of money.

You know what the best part is?

It's not her account.

Early this morning...

construction workers found what appears
to be a partially intact human skull.

It's imperative the mayor speak
to the governor as soon as possible.



Construction workers unearthed
human skeletal remains-

Fine. We look forward
to hearing from him shortly.

You're wasting your breath.

Governor knows the score.

Thai was Nicole Jackson at' a press
conference addressing her concerns.

Remember '97?

Tribe found a pinkie bone
in the old Gunderson stockyards.

That project's
still buried in the courts.

We're dead, Benjamin.

All that's left is the autopsy.

Halt construction...

until our anthropologists-

So we push harder
on our pro-jobs platform.

The Waterfront
was our platform.

...could, in fact,
bury the mayor's campaign.

Damn!

Of course.

L'll see if I can make room
in the councilman's schedule.

All right.
Thanks for the call, Mike.

Sorry to keep you
waiting, Inigo.

Well, the
councilman is thrilled...

that the Service Employees Union
is reconsidering its endorsement.

Talking points for the Seattle Record's
editorial board grilling this afternoon.

And the governor
is coming for lunch tomorrow.

This the same governor I couldn't
get on the phone two days ago?

Don't pop the champagne yet. Why not?
We're unstoppable.

You kidding? Nothing beats dead Indians.
Didn't you see Poltergeist?

If I had a heart, I'd almost
feel sorry for Adams right now.

I don't.
He and his cronies...

jammed their Waterfront contracts
through without due diligence.

They're all getting
what they deserve.

Speaking of
cronies, Drexler called.

He's having a little impromptu
party this afternoon...

in honor
of the mayor's face plant.

Guess who the guest of honor is.
Darren doesn't have time for that.

I thought you said it wasn't over.
It isn't.

No mayor has ever won without the
endorsement from the Record.

Half the town reads that paper.
Gwen's right.

I'm done pandering to that degenerate.
You go.

You seem to have a way with him.

I have Senator Eaton on line four.
I'll take it at my desk.

He's calling
for the councilman.

Senator.

Well, no, sir.
Thank you. Thank you.

But we're- Yes.
We're cautiously optimistic.

You've reached
Larsen Moving and Storage.

Please leave a detailed message. We'll
get back to you as soon as we can.

Thanks.

Stan. It's Janek.

Good seeing you.

We need to talk.

All
right, Smitty, let's go.

Belko.

Oh. Hey, Mitch, we're, uh-
we're goin' on that job in Northgate.

Why did Stan go see Janek?

What?
I want the damn truth.

Is he working
for Janek again?

I'm sorry.
You gotta ask Stan.

Uh, you're gonna take
this run on your own, okay?

No, he can't do it on his own.

That is not
your problem anymore.

You're fired.

What?

Hey, this is Mitch. Leave me a
message, and I'll call you back.

Yeah, it's me.

Checkin' in,
seein' how the boys are.

I had my bond hearing
this morning.

Gotta see a head shrink first
so they can decide...

if I'm a danger to society.

Miss you.

There's gotta be a mistake.
It's not my money.

The account's in your name, Terry.
Well, I never opened it.

So whatever your paper there
says from that bank-

which, by the way, I've never used
the services thereof- it is wrong.

Let's go, boys!

The thing is it's Rosie's account.

She would've needed
your I.D. to open it.

What's going on?

Nothing. Uh, we're gonna be late.
Giddyap. Come on.

I gotta go.

How'd she get your I.D., Terry?

Go play in your room
while we talk for a sec.

Go on.

A few months ago,
Rosie borrowed it.

Said she wanted
to get into some club.

So what? Yeah, you're
a real role model.

You teach her
how to shotgun a beer too?

The kid wanted
to have some fun.

Mitch didn't let her do anything.
She was 17, for Christ's sake.

She wasn't a baby anymore.
I don't think it's a big deal.

Seems like there were a lot of secrets
Rosie was keeping from her mother.

- Was it tough at home?
- I didn't say that.

You know why your 17-year-old niece was
hanging out at a casino weekend nights...

looking like this?

When I blow off steam,
I tend to spend a lot of dough.

But Rosie, on the other hand,

she's making fat deposits
every few nights at this dump.

I wonder why. Aunt
Terry, we're gonna be late.

- I got no idea what she was doin'.
- Right.

How dare you come in here
and talk about Rosie like that.

You got no right.
She was a good girl.

You didn't know her. You didn't.

You know what?

I need some time, so I, uh,
need to take the boys to school.

So if you don't mind, please.

Let's go, boys. Come on.

Mayor Adams.
How are you this morning?

Don't gloat, Gwen.
It doesn't become you.

A little present
someone slipped under my door.

I thought you should have it
before it gets out.

Playing dirty now
only reeks of desperation.

Whatever's in there, we both know
it's not going to help you win.

Maybe.

But I'm not here
about the election.

I'm here as a friend of your father,
someone who's watched you grow up.

Spare me.

My father's in Richmond's camp now, along
with everyone else you've let down.

There's an old saying, Gwen:

Take the log out of your own eye
before you point out the speck in mine.

Oh.

And the next time you jump
into bed with a politician,

I'd advise you to learn more
about his associates.

Give my regards to your father.

Told you she was here.

What's up, guapo?
You want to party?

What up, you skanky little ho?

Where you been at?

Hey, get in the car.
I gotta talk to you.

Redhead your new partner?
Mm-hmm.

This is Linden,
my new ball and chain.

Meet Cami,
my old ball and chain.

We used to work Undercover Vice
together back in the day.

He still trying to throw his skinny
white ass around, act like he's boss?

And thinkin' he's all that.
Okay, we done here?

I heard you were working a U.C. sting
at the Wapi Eagle a few months back.

Yeah, man.
Waste of time though.

Casino bulldogs blew my cover,
kicked my ass out.

Them Indians don't play.

Hey, you seen this girl
working down there?

No. Looks like
a Beau Soleil girl though.

Lot of them workin' Wapi
these days.

Beau Soleil?
What's that?

Social introduction service.

An online thing.

High-end escorts for rich boys, married
businessmen, public figures, et cetera.

They dig the Wapi 'cause no one says
boo about what goes on in there.

Wild West.

Any rough trade
at the Beau Soleil?

Any of the johns gettin' crazy
on the ladies?

Last summer, uh, June,
one Beau Soleil girl-

found her in her room
banged up real bad.

Twenty stitches
and a broken rib bad.

She I.D. the john who hurt her? Nah.
All the uni got was a description.

What was her name?
Sugar Tits. I don't know.

Sure she was usin' an alias.
These sites all do.

She's long gone by now.

Hello?

Tom?

Hello?

It's about time
you showed up.

Did I get
the time wrong or day?

I was here for a party.
Yeah, you found it.

Can I get you somethin'?
No, no. I'm fine.

Quit bein' a weenie.
Here you go.

God, I wish I'd been there
to see Adams get the news.

Seriously, I'd give
my left nut sack for that.

That's poetic.

And don't think that I've forgotten.
Richmond owes me big time.

And one of these days,
I'm going to cash in on that chip.

Where is he anyway?

Darren actually had
a previous schedule.

Bzzz! Oh, wrong answer, bro.
Party's waitin'.

Richmond and me and baby makes three.
Do the math.

Tom, Tom, Tom.

Are you outta your mind?

These girls look like they're
freshmen in high school.

Don't worry about it.
Beau Soleil girls are discreet.

Tom.

Yeah.

I got an election
in 14 days.

I can't be here right now.
But I can.

Here's a news flash, slick. People like
me can do whatever the hell we want.

And do you know why?

Because the Richmonds of the world
will always clean up after us.

You don't seriously think
that I gave that man five million dollars...

just 'cause
he can shoot hoops, do you?

I'm feelin' generous today, so
quit your whining, grab a Speedo.

First door
on your left.

Did you get my message?

What message?

I left you a message
on your cell phone.

I was outwith the boys.

What'd the bondsman have to say?
I didn't call him.

Why not?

Money's gone.

Our savings.
Everything.

When were you going
to tell me, Stan?

Mitch, it was supposed to
be a sur- Don't bother.

Janek called.

He said it was good
seeing you again.

Yes, I went to see Janek.

I borrowed some money.

You brought that man back into
our lives, into our family?

Mitch, it's not like that.

What if he were the reason? What
if it was because of him Ros-

You said you'd changed.

You said you didn't want to be
that man anymore, remember that?

But I should've known. What's
that supposed to mean?

That one day
it'd be just like this.

You sitting there,
me sitting here.

Everything gone.

I'm here because
you pushed me here.

So don't go actin' like you
didn't want that man back.

Only reason I'm in here
and you're out there...

is 'cause I had the balls
to admit what I did.

Guard.

Got the statement
from the Wapi girl.

Gave her name
as Sandrine Pressler.

It's a bunch of B.S. Nobody
got that name in the D.M.V.

I guess Cami was right.

Can't find a working girl
who don't want to be found.

Our witness is AWOL,
and you're celebrating.

Yeah, well, check this.

Before she passed out,
she gave a description of the john.

5'8 to 5'10?,,
curly brown hair, 5:00 shadow.

This could be
half the men in Seattle.

Keep reading.

A real paranoid cokehead.

Kept going on and on about
some stadium he wanted to build.

Said the city
had a vendetta against him.

Who's that sound like?

I don't know. But when it's
about sports, I tune out.

A basketball stadium?
Coke? Come on.

It's Tom Drexler.
The billionaire?

You ready for this?

He's got two priors
for solicitation,

and he's got a restraining order
from an ex-lady friend...

that he took a swipe at
outside a casino.

Powerful guy like that,
we can't just bring him in for a chat.

Makes you wonder if that's
why this girl took off.

We need more.

Yeah. Ray's taking a look
at Rosie's computer.

We already checked it.
So now we're looking for what?

Any hits on Beau Soleil.
Might give us a trail to Drexler.

Who are you?

I'd like to finish our
conversation before I fly back.

Can you give us a minute? Yeah.

I should apologize, first off,
for pulling that stunt.

I didn't come to cause trouble. You
have a very funny way of showing it.

I mean, really?

What do you think you're doing?

Making up for all the lost years
of missed birthdays and school plays...

and basically his entire life?

Whatever you feel
about me, Sarah, you're right.

I left. I don't deserve
your forgiveness.

But I think our son needs a father.

Our son? Wow.

I think Jack has been doing just fine
without a father so far.

Really?

Has he?

I'd like to see him
from time to time.

I've got a beautiful family now.
I'd love him to be a part of that.

Maybe doing some vacations
in Chicago with us over the summer.

Well, you should've
thought of that before you left.

If it weren't for Jack, would it have
even mattered to you that I did?

I'm leaving Monday.

I'd like to see him
before I do.

Please, Sarah.

Next time you come near my son,
I'll have you arrested for kidnapping.

Am I interrupting?

That the deadbeat?

When I first ran Rosie's Web history
off her laptop, nothing jumped out.

Ran it again under Beau Soleil.
Still nada.

Then I hit this.
[Typing 1

Turns out they're on a redirect page
so people can't just stumble on it.

Wait for it.

Rosie visited this page?
A bunch of times.

Last time
was Wednesday night.

She one of the girls on there?
It's hard to tell.

You can't see their faces. Most
of the names sound like handles.

But your victim definitely visited
this site multiple times.

So good little dead girl
was a bad little live girl.

I'd say.

That girl's shoes.

Same ones we found in her locker.
That's Rosie.

Can we enlarge that photo, please?
Yeah.

No, it's not. What are
you talkin' about?

That's the shoes,
the Fabrizio Bianchis.

Yeah, but check out the jacket.
Look familiar?

It was just a way to meet men.

The kind of guys I never meet
working in a hole like this.

Guys who take me out
to nice restaurants, buy me stuff.

Yeah. 2K pair of kicks.

Boom.

Wonder what
you bartered for those.

And you gave your
gifts to your 17-year-old niece?

Rosie flipped over 'em, so I loaned
'em to her. What's the big deal?

Somebody used Rosie's computer to visit
Beau Soleil on a Wednesday night.

Three days
before she died.

I work the night shift here
on Wednesdays.

So it was Rosie?

This, urn, social introduction
service? that you work for-

any of the guys rough you up?

No, never.

There's always a bad date
out there, right?

Right?

There's a message board
on Beau Soleil...

so the girls can warn each other.

And this girl-

A few weeks back,
she posted something.

What'd she say?

This guy-

He drove her down to the water...

and asked her if she ever wondered
what it was like to drown.

Did this guy have a name?

I don't know.

Something foreign.

I don't remember
his real name.

What about the girl?

Uh, C?line, I think.

Someone erased the message on the
board, or I'd show it to you.

I'd do anything.

Orpheus.

I think the guy
used the name Orpheus.

Councilman, you can be,
uh, pretty soft-spoken.

Some people question whether
you're up to managing this city.

A person's greatest weakness
is often his greatest strength.

I know
how to build consensus.

If people want more
finger-pointing and bickering,

they can sign up for four
more years of Mayor Adams.

You weren't pointing fingers
when you leaked the mayor's affair?

Bill, I believe that a candidate's
private life is his own business.

So you're saying,
for the record,

that the leak did not
originate from this campaign.

That is correct, yes.

Last week marked the second
anniversary of your wife's death.

Um, the week before, yes.

Do you think she'd approve
of how you've run your campaign?

Councilman?

Next question, please.

We're still waiting
for an answer.

The councilman's
personal life isn't relevant.

Lily and I met sophomore year
at Dartmouth.

I was
a prep-school brat.

She was the daughter
of a Seattle city bus driver.

And she showed me parts of the city
I never would have seen otherwise.

From the beauty
of a community vegetable garden...

to the loneliness of the homeless
encampments on skid row.

She was my compass.

And if I am elected mayor
in two weeks' time,

it will be because of her.

You want to run
out the time, it's fine by me.

I get paid either way.

You do understand
why I'm here?

Yeah, to make sure
I don't make bail.

Don't worry.
Wife's already got that covered.

I'm hereto help you,
Mr. Larsen.

If you want out,
you better start talking.

I come home late from a move.
My daughter's bike is in the garage.

The daughter you lost.

Mm-hmm.

Pedals are spinning,
like she just got off it.

And I call her name. Rosie.?

She doesn't answer,
so I go upstairs.

Everybody's sitting
around the table, eating.

My wife, the boys and Rosie.

Except

some other guy
at the head of the table.

Not me.

It was a dream.

How did it make you feel?

Feel?

I didn't feel nothin'.

How about your family?

How were they doing?

They were fine.

Who was that man
at the table?

Damn. We back
to that now, huh?

All right, fine.
Just more for me and Jack.

Just jokin', Linden.

You sure this
is the address?

This is where the tech guy said
that the server was dinged,

pinged, whatever.

This
Beau Soleil?

No, this is
Pimp My Feet.

Pimp My Feet?

Hey' yo: YO,
yo' yo:

Seattle P.D. You mind
if we take a tour?

It's just a bunch
of sneakers, man. Who cares?

You want to take a look, be my guest.
It's all legal.

I got
the paperwork.

Yeah, nice shoe.
Comes in-

Black? How much?

Ninety.
Ninety?

But you
gotta buy it online.

Paid like 180 for mine, but
they ain't hecho'd in M?iico.

We can talk more
about your fake sneaker biz.

All right?

Or your night job.

Where are the servers?

A friend of a friend
hooked me up.

I just host the site.

Yeah.

Give us the tour.

We're looking
for a post by C?line.

It's all about a guy who goes
by the name of Orpheus.

This the one?

Called the guy a creep.

- Said she thought he-
- He wanted to drown her.

Yeah. We'll need her name
and all of her info.

Her real name.

Aleena Drizocki.

This the guy
you wanted? Orpheus.

Yep.

We'll need everything you have on him.
All the girls he booked, all the dates.

Sorry. Your boy Orpheus
closed his account.

- What about his e-mail?
- Got that.

It's a Webmail account.
Fake names, proxy sewers.

When did he
close the account?

Looks like October 5,
around 4:00 a.m.

That's the night
Rosie was killed.

The boys just started
their homework, finally.

So I was just
gonna get some Chinese.

You okay with General Tsao's
and some pork fried?

Where's Belko?

Should I just get him the usual, that crap
that he likes 'cause he's disgusting?

Belko's gone.

What?

I fired him.

I thought you, of all people,
would be happy about that.

What happens
when Stan gets home?

I don't know.

When are you bailing him out?

Huh?

Oh, I'm not.

We don't have any money.

You're just gonna
let him sit there?

Stan should have thought of that before
he gambled away our entire savings.

Stan wouldn't do that.

You don't know Stan.

I know that he would
do anything for you and the kids.

Okay. So what?

You cook a few meals,
you run a few errands,

and now all of a sudden you're an
expert on my life and my family?

Screw you, Mitch.

You didn't even know your own daughter.
You never let her do anything.

It was always college this and
college that. You suffocated her.

Well, what was I
supposed to do?

Just let her run around
and sneak into bars and get high...

so she could be like
her cool Aunt Terry,

who's still living like she's 17
and working in a bar?

Maybe...

she just wanted other things.

Didn't you ever want other things?

No, I didn't, Terry.

But apparently you knew my
daughter better than I did, so-

I didn't.

Maybe none of us knew her.

She show up yet,
your big date?

Oh, she's late.

I'm telling you, Linden, customer
service just ain't what it used to be.

Yeah, well, Aleena's postings
are our only link to Orpheus,

so you better be willing
to put out, Holder.

Yeah, well, speaking of,
when are you goin' on some dates?

You know, your man in Cali's M.I.A.,
and Jack's running off to Chicago.

Linden, are you there?

Did you know Drexler is one
of Richmond's top donors?

So?

Richmond might know
something relevant.

- My-My date's here.
- Be safe.

Edward?

C?line.

Enchant?.

Oh.

Afterwards is fine.

For future ref.

First date, huh?

They make you say
all that French stuff?

Or is that
your personal touch?

If you're going to get snippy,
we can call it a night.

It's too late,
'cause we already made a deal.

Three priors?

That's 90 days minimum.

Mademoiselle.

Don't you have anything better
to do on a Friday night?

Don't you? Shouldn't you be at
the library right now, studying?

I mean, it'd be a shame
if you didn't graduate...

'cause you had
to stamp license plates.

So, what now?

We have a little convo.
Sit down.

Sit down.

Face me.

What about?

Orpheus.

Sorry.
Not familiar with the name.

Is that why you warned all the
girls to stay away from him?

Hmm?

You were
the dress rehearsal.

She wasn't.

He didn't seem like a killer.

He seemed really sweet.

Kind of sad.

Till he took me
down by the waterfront.

Started to talk about what it
would feel like to drown.

Water filling your lungs,
hypothermia taking away all feeling.

St-Started to creep me out.
What was his name?

They don't tell us that kind of stuff.
That's bullshit.

You know who he is. Otherwise,
you wouldn't be so damn soared.

All right, look.

Was it Torn Drexler?

It was him, right?
It was him.

That could've been you
in that trunk.

If you're going to take me in,
then do it.

Otherwise,
you're wasting my time.

Larsen. You made bail.

Hey.
Hey, Ray. It's Linden.

I need you to sit
in front of my desk for me,

let me know if I get
a response to an e-mail.

Can't you just get e-mail
on your phone?

No. I don't use my phone as a computer.
I've seen what it's done to my son.

Got it.
Thanks.

Hello?

You don't know
what you're getting yourself into.

If I testify, I want protection.

Look, we'll talk, all right?
Just tell me where you are.

You want to know who Orpheus is,
get to the corner of Fifth and Jackson.

- Aleena?

Come on in.

I'm celebrating. Good
news for a change?

The Daily Record has decided
to endorse my run for mayor.

Congratulations,
Councilman.

It's a '77 P?trus Pomerol.

Pour you a glass? Thanks. I'm
still on the city's time.

You mind if I-
Not if your date doesn't.

So, uh, what can
I do for you, Detective?

I understand Torn Drexler has been a
major contributor to your campaign.

My campaign committee, yeah.

So I- I assume you vetted
him pretty thoroughly.

Is there something
I need to be worried about?

You know I can't
tell you anything.

No, of course not.

But I might
keep my distance.

I'm sorry. I have to take this.
Won't be a minute.

Take your time.

Hey.
Hey. It's Ray.

Nothing from Orpheus yet,
but he read your e-mail.

He did?
Yeah.

Send it again.

The same e-mail?
Yeah.

I want to flood
this asshole's in-box.

Got it.

Firing away.

Ray?

Did you send the e-mail?

Yeah,
like a second ago.

Send it again.

Send the e-mail again.

What are you doing?