The Killing (2011–2014): Season 3, Episode 3 - Seventeen - full transcript
Adrian's drawing leads Linden to a killing ground where the police find a total of 17 bodies. All are of young women - some could be as young as 13 - and Linden, who accepts reinstatement as a detective, is put in charge of identifying the bodies. The coroner can give her little to go on but says its possible the women were killed in the same way as Ashley Kwan. He can confirm that the women were all killed several years ago but over a short period of time. Since Kwan was held for several days before being killed, Holder begins looking for the missing Kallie Leeds. A distrustful bullet points him in the direction of Goldie and while they don't find Kallie they do find that he is involved in kiddie porn. At the prison, Ray Seward has gotten his hands on a razor blade.
What the hell, Linden?
What do you want, Holder?
Next time you decide
to work my case,
you mind giving
me a heads-up?
It's a crime scene.
I called the cops.
How'd you find this place?
Sarah?
This is Adrian.
I saw him this morning.
He's drawing again.
He drew that.
Lieutenant, we got the
press vans headed our way.
Just hold them off
till I get there.
Copy that.
I'll see you back
at the station.
Looks like you found
the Seward file.
Now, we've 17 got bodies in what
used to be a retention pond
west of the I-5
near SeaTac.
So far, it's our
only dump site,
but there could be more.
Initial reports indicate
that the killer
used the same blade
with enough force
to nearly...
well, in some cases, completely
decapitate his victims.
Now, judging from the
size of the remains,
MEs are guessing
teenagers, all female,
some as young as 12 or 13.
Forensics is working
around the clock.
County coroner's
pitched in, too.
So far, they've
matched wound patterns
to three of the bodies.
We also got a positive
match to Ashley Kwon.
14-year-old runaway,
working girl.
Found in a West Seattle
factory about a half a mile
from the dump site.
Her body was found
four days ago.
Meaning we could have
an active serial.
Now, having said that,
I'd like to disabuse
you of any notion
that we're out searching
for Hannibal Lecter.
We're not gonna be
finding any skin suits.
He's not gonna be sending us
some lady's head in a box.
My guess is this guy's
killing hookers and runaways
because no one's
looking for them, right?
This case is gonna be solved
with good, solid police work,
not some PhD's half-baked psychological profile.
"Well, you know, based on
the nature of the wounds,
we can tell that he's angry..."
Well, no shit.
He's angry.
All right.
The Kwon girl.
She was last seen three
days before her time of death.
So, it's possible that our
killer's abducting his victims
and holding them
before he kills them.
But first order of business is
we got to identify these bodies,
so we're gonna need all the
Missing-Persons reports
- in the Seattle-Tacoma area...
- Sir.
Holder.
I got a report
from a street kid
about a girl gone
missing recently.
She fits our profiles.
She's 15 years old,
working girl.
Her name's Kallie Leeds,
and none of the kids
she associates with
have seen her in
a couple of days.
Okay, great.
Give it to Linden.
She'll be handling the IDs
till her hire-back
paperwork's complete.
You guys, shake
up the locals,
find out if the Kwon girl
had representation.
Now, what else?
Um... oh, right.
The red bags that were
found on the bodies...
they were biohazard-grade,
medical, institutional use.
Hey, Loo, how did
we find the bodies?
Anonymous tip.
All right, thank you.
Anonymous tip?
Well, Seward's execution's
on the front page
of every newspaper.
First hanging in 20 years.
Last thing you want to do is
throw oil on that bonfire.
Obviously we can't exhume
Trisha Seward's body
to match wound patterns,
so I'm gonna want
to talk to the kid.
What is it you
think you got here?
Trisha Seward's throat
was cut like Kwon's.
She was a prostitute...
Who was 15 years older
than our victims
and whose husband had a long
history of domestic abuse.
Adrian's been drawing again.
That factory is a new detail.
Maybe he's
remembering something.
Remembering what?
I mean, his doctor said he'd
most likely never remember
what happened that night
after what he went through.
That's a good thing,
by the way.
Maybe not for the case,
but for the kid.
So, let him forget.
James...
Look, you do what
you got to do.
Make this right
for yourself.
You want to talk to the kid,
I'm not gonna stop you.
But I'm not giving Ray Seward
any ammunition for an appeal
unless there's a
damn good reason to,
and a kid's
drawing isn't it.
Trisha Seward deserves justice.
Don't forget that.
I want to know if
we can do this...
Work together.
Yeah.
Yeah, of... of course.
There's no shame
in staying away.
Things are good for you.
You got a life.
No.
No, I found those bodies.
I want to see
this to the end.
Then I need you
working this case,
not picking apart a solve
from three years ago.
Come on. I need
your John Hancock.
It's as simple as that.
Welcome back.
This is cruel and
unusual punishment.
Ain't nobody got
no water heater?
Got 10 minutes, inmates.
I need some heat!
I want to get clean,
I might as well go outside
and stand in the rain.
'Cause this shower
ain't nothing
but some cold spit
on my head, man.
Hey, Big Noise,
what's that "A" for?
What you got,
a honey named "A"?
All the best white
ladies named "A."
Andrea, Allison, Amy.
I knew a girl named Annie.
She was a freak.
I remember that night
like it was yesterday.
6-5-3... what, you just
keeping her digits handy?
The "A" is his son, Adrian.
Oh, you got a son, Raymond?
Yeah, Raymond,
what was your kid, 5 or 6
when you cut his
mommy's head off?
Left him sucking his thumb,
looking at the
hole in her neck?
Huh?
Damn.
Mm. You got cold hands.
Sorry.
That's all right.
I don't mind.
You should get some
mittens or something.
Slow down.
You're gonna choke.
Hey, Joe, you seen Kallie?
Nah.
Why?
I haven't seen her.
I don't know.
You hear about the bodies
they found out by the airport?
It's all over the news.
I heard it might
be street girls.
So, just be careful, okay?
Hey, kid.
You want my hash browns?
Get a pair of mittens, okay?
Hey, babe.
You hungry?
I got hash browns.
Joe said the cops found a
bunch of dead working girls
out near the airport.
Baby, please.
Are you awake?
Can I come to LA with you?
Please?
Department's best guys
out here chasing pimps,
with our pants
around our ankles.
You know they hooked up.
Who?
Skinner and your old lady.
Linden, man.
Skinner and Linden
used to bang.
Back when they
worked together.
Why do you think we're out
here tracking down pimps
while she's back at the office
cozying up to the boss?
Pension and a paycheck.
Can't wait till I retire.
I'll come back every year
and do my 172 days
and make double.
Linden quit. She
don't get a pension.
Here we go.
Seattle PD.
Get out of the car.
No problem, officer.
This is not...
- She's 18.
- How about you shut up?
Stay put.
I got a couple of
questions for you, sexy.
You come here
a lot, cowboy?
Picking up teenyboppers
get you off?
No way. She said
she was, officer.
Yeah, yeah, shut up.
You seen this girl?
You want to ride around
in the backseat of my car
the rest of the day?
How about you
take a real look?
I don't know her.
How much does he pay you?
He's not paying me.
Where's Bullet?
Girl who dresses like a boy?
I don't know.
You are done bobbin' apples
for today, baby girl.
You're gonna have to
find some other way
to pay for them braces.
I'm taking them in.
Looks like we're all
going for a ride.
Maybe on Front Street.
Front Street?
The overpass?
Bunch of kids skate there,
and I see her there sometimes.
All right. Get out of here.
Don't let me catch
you out here again.
Well, if you ask me, I would
rip him a new one. Seriously.
You don't want
to see me mad.
'Cause, like, my
face gets all red
and steam comes
out of my ass.
Hold up.
Are you Danette Leeds?
Yeah, I'm booked all day.
Hey, don't touch
the back of that.
You're gonna
lose the curl.
I'm sorry. You gotta come back.
I'm here about your
daughter, Kallie.
It's cool, D.
I gotta go anyway.
- See ya.
- Sorry.
What is your daughter, like 15?
Look, she doesn't
call me every minute,
telling me where she's at.
You want to find her?
Come back in a few days
when she runs out of money.
Yeah.
Maybe Children's Services
would be interested in the fact
that your daughter doesn't
seem to go to school at all.
Look, Ms...
Whatever, I can't control her,
never have, never will.
So, I... I got
another appointment.
So, maybe you want to talk
to her friend Shotgun or Ammo
- or something.
- Bullet.
Do you know where
I can find her?
Hell if I know.
You should tell your daughter
to be careful out there.
Okay. Thanks for the
advice, Officer.
It's Detective, actually.
Homicide.
Stay the hell out!
Hey, Bullet.
Don't make me chase
you down, Bullet.
I just want to talk.
I don't got to talk to you.
I'm looking for
your friend Kallie.
You find her yet?
I don't talk to cops.
Look, no one's got to find
out that you're talking to me.
Goldie's got a room in his
place... in his bedroom.
Goldie? Who's Goldie?
Some nobody, nothin' pimp!
I think he's got her there.
How'd you know?
'Cause I was there.
I heard someone crying
behind the door.
It was locked.
I couldn't get in.
Sounded like her.
He's got a knife.
A big one. I saw it.
Where's his place at?
- I don't want your money.
- All right.
- You got a car?
- Yeah.
Come on.
Half a plan and no
time for missing this
there's no time
for looking back
don't you want to just
stand up for something
don't you want to just
rise for everything
one step closer
to the grave
four steps closer every day
no when words
are like weapons
they're taking their
vengeance... at the seams
Jesus.
Kid's got to be like 12.
Police! Hey!
Stop! Right now!
Bitch! I told
you not to run!
Mom, I'm not gonna
say anything to him.
I just want...
Yeah, I got a coat, ma. God.
I gotta go.
Fine.
Whatever. I used
up all my minutes.
Uh, hello?
It's out.
What a bitch.
The only thing my mom's fat
ass loves is a casserole.
At least you got a mom.
I hate her.
I have to wait for a while
before I call her again.
Hey, you guys.
I'm looking for a
girl named Bullet.
Can I get a cigarette?
- Rayna.
- What?
Yeah.
So, where is she?
She's not in trouble.
I just need to
talk to her.
Yeah, well, she
already got arrested.
What do you mean?
Saw her driving
off with some Eminem
wannabe with a
molester 'stache.
You're welcome.
Those ain't mine.
I don't know how
they got there.
16, white, unshaved.
Ooh, that's nasty, man.
I like my hedges trimmed,
my bitches grown.
Yeah?
What happened to your face?
Yeah, what happened?
Cut myself shaving.
Looks like you got in a
fight with a bank teller.
They got those
long fingernails.
Or a little girl?
Like I said, man,
those DVDs ain't mine.
There's all sorts of lowlifes
coming in and out of my pad
all day long.
Huh.
So, tell me
about this rape.
2011, you were 27 years old.
Victim was 13.
The judge got it
all twisted, man.
She was beggin' for it.
So you do like 'em young.
Nah, man, it was all
a misunderstanding.
What, do you?
Yeah, I mean, 16, 17, growing
into themselves, almost a woman.
Well...
not many men would admit it.
Mnh-mnh.
I take care of my girls.
I protect 'em from
psychos like you.
Like the 13-year-old?
They got to make
their money, man.
They're gonna
do it anyway.
Somebody's got to show
'em how it's done, right?
It's business.
You want to know
what you're selling.
I get that.
Yeah, that makes sense.
Break 'em in.
What about these movies?
That business, too?
Smart.
Give your customers a sample
of what your girls look like,
what they can do, like a...
like a menu of services
kind of thing.
Yeah.
Just because I fill a need
doesn't mean I'm some
sick freak like him.
So you fill a need.
So you're like the
distributor, then.
I didn't say that.
Yeah, you kind of did.
No, I ain't said that, man.
You guys are doing
that cop thing,
trying to put
words in my mouth.
Detective Reddick,
didn't he just say that?
They're good.
Not gonna get this guy
to cop to murder, though.
He's done time before.
He knows the system.
Let me refer to my notes.
Do we like him for it?
He has a history
with young girls,
access to victim population.
It's a possibility.
We tossed his place.
The knife Holder's
CI told us about
isn't a match for
the murder weapon.
Maybe there's a connect
between the girls in his
porn tapes and our bodies.
What about the missing girl...
Kallie Leeds?
You talk to her mom?
Yeah, she says her
daughter is not missing
even though she hasn't
seen her in several days.
Mother of the year.
What about her?
Kallie Leeds.
Think.
Think before you answer.
Carefully consider
your options, brother.
We're the last
friends you got.
Yeah, I th... I thought
about it, brother.
And I want my lawyer.
It doesn't matter.
We got him for
the kiddie porn,
possession, intent
to distribute.
No, I want him
for the bodies.
Now, if this guy's got the
Leeds girl and she's alive,
he'll try and kill her.
If she's dead, he might
go back to the dump site.
So we sit on his ass for 72
hours, see what he does.
That's risky.
Get IDs on his girls
in the porn tapes.
Find out where the
coroner's at on our bodies.
How you doin'?
Being back, I mean.
It's fine.
Wondering if you made
the right choice?
Yeah. Something like that.
Jen talked to me
after I left your
house the other day.
What did you tell her?
What do you mean?
She knows about us.
Yo, Linden.
What, are you
mad at me now?
I wasted my entire morning
looking for some kid
that you had
already talked to.
I heard Bullet put
you onto that guy.
I guess we're even.
No, we're not even even.
You're still
like minus-three.
You know, it
might be helpful
if we were on the same
page on this, Linden.
You know, no man is an
island, not even you.
Adrian Seward
drew those trees.
That's why I was
in the woods.
Picasso.
How'd he know
about the bodies?
I don't know if
he did or didn't.
He lived near the woods.
It might not mean anything.
You talk to him?
No.
So you do think there's
a connection between
the Seward murder
and our bodies?
Her finger was broken,
just like your girl's.
I think her killer took
a trophy, a ring, too.
This system is broke.
You that boy's only
parental figure.
Boys need a father.
Bet you ain't had no
father growing up.
I just think you need to
holler at your lawyer,
tell her for the kid,
they ought to reduce your sentence and let you live.
Boy done lost his mom.
And now the State trying to
kill the only father he got?
That ain't right.
Poor little bastard.
How's the wife
and kid, Francis?
Hmm?
'Cause I seen them waiting
for you in the parking lot.
That's so sweet.
Your boy looks like you.
Soon little orphan Adrian's
gonna have nobody.
That's a shame.
You gonna let him disrespect
you like that, Big Noise?
Your boy, your blood?
Come on, man!
Damn!
You got to man up.
Disrespect your son,
walk his ass off.
Hi.
You're Adrian, right?
I'm Sarah.
Do you remember me?
We met before.
I'm a detective.
You drew me this, remember?
Can you tell me what you were
drawing in this picture?
You added a factory.
Why?
Please, Adrian.
I want to see him.
Who?
Adrian?
- Who?
- My dad.
Adrian.
I'll see what
I can do, okay?
I've got to go.
You got any move
on the suspect?
Nope.
Pimp's been holed up watching
TV for the last two hours.
We'll let you know.
Copy.
Poor guy... all he's
got left to jerk off
to is diaper commercials.
You got big
plans for V-Day?
V-Day?
February 14th, Holder.
Jesus.
Mm.
Got to make a reservation, jump
through those hoops, brother.
All the best places
will be booked.
You and Caroline will end
up eating pot stickers
at Applebee's.
Get out of the car!
- Get out of the car!
- Jesus.
- Get out!
- Take care of this before
she blows this whole thing.
- Get off me!
- Calm down, Bullet. Shut up.
Don't tell me what to do.
Where is she?
Where is she, huh?
Where's Kallie?
We didn't find
her there, okay?
We're looking.
Some big hero cop you are.
I'm taking care
of it, all right?
I'm a rat now, and
everybody's gonna know it.
You said... you promised me
that you'd lock him up.
You lying cop.
Just calm down, okay?
Don't tell me what to do!
Did he do something to you?
- Hey, look...
- Touch me again,
and I will break your arm.
Just tell me
what happened.
- You want to help me?
- Yeah, I do.
Then do your job.
Find her.
Every parent in the state
with a missing kid's out there,
thinking we have
their daughter.
No idea we've got nothing
but bones at this point.
How long till
you can ID them?
We're matching
dental records now
for the ones that
have dental records.
Gonna take days, weeks.
Is there any way to tell
if the wounds on this victim
match our current bodies?
I'll owe you.
I don't know.
Still got the body?
No, it was
three years ago.
She was cremated.
I have the autopsy report.
You know, there's not much
I can do without the body.
Uh, wounds look similar,
same lateral incisions.
It could be the
same weapon.
Best I can give
you is maybe.
Did you find any
jewelry on the bodies?
Whatever they
had is long gone.
Water must have
washed it away.
I'm guessing that
they were at the bottom of
that pond for a long time.
The bone density, levels of
saponification on the bone...
it looks like, uh, at
least three to five years.
But it looks as if
they were killed
within about a
six-month period.
How can you tell?
Biohazard bags
they were dumped in
captured and preserved the
environmental debris.
I won't know for sure
until the tests come back,
but all the material in
all the bags is consistent.
So bodies couldn't
have been dumped
any more than
six months apart.
My victim's
finger was broken.
The killer took
her ring, I think.
Is there any way to tell
if jewelry was taken
from these bodies?
I got a few broken fingers,
some missing entirely.
Animals got to them?
No.
Killer did.
Sawed them off.
Same weapon used
on the throat.
Thank you.
Testifying about
DNA evidence.
There wasn't nothing but
two drops of my B negative
in the place.
Hey, kid, don't
you ever shut up?
No. I'm a shark.
Got to keep the water
flowing over my gills.
Hey, kid...
I ever tell you about this
riot back at Cedar Creek?
Becker's cousin works
up there... Jimmy.
He had a hard-on for
me from the beginning.
So, this riot goes down,
and Jimmy there,
he's got his club out,
and he's acting all hard,
and he's screaming at me
to get down on the floor.
And I just walk
right up to him.
And he starts shaking,
pissing himself.
His nose broke real easy,
but his eye...
the sucker was tough.
Dug in tight and slippery.
Six pounds of pressure,
you can rip
someone's ear off,
but an eye...
takes dedication.
The whole time,
Jimmy was squealing
like a little stuck bitch.
Prison's a disease.
It gets in your blood.
You pass it to your kids,
and they pass it to their kids.
And soon enough,
Adrian is gonna be here, too.
And you should've
done him a favor
and slit his throat just
like you did his mom's.
Becker, they need you in "D."
He got to you, Big Noise.
You let him in.
You're all tough.
Acting like you don't
care about your son.
But you care.
Anyone can see it.
"A" right there.
You got his name
on your chest.
How much longer are we
gonna sit on this guy?
Go home if you want.
Let you take all the credit
when this son of a bitch
leads us to a body?
No, thanks.
How about cracking a window?
The place smells like
a damn bowling alley.
Eh.
Little bitch blew us up.
Well, without her,
we had nothing, so...
Dispatch, we've been made.
We're handing off to car 957.
Heard you got picked up.
Nah, it wasn't nothing.
Cops found a bunch of
dead girls in some pond.
Yeah.
Maybe you should cool it with
the dates for now, you know?
I can spot you.
My dad sent me some cash.
Oh.
Look at you, rich bitch.
Fine.
Forget it.
Hey.
What happened to your face?
What?
Right there.
- Did someone hit you?
- No.
You should get some
ice for that, B.
I'm serious.
What's up, bitches?
Yo, Jesse got picked
up this morning.
Cops are making mad rounds
'cause of those murders.
Hey, I heard the killer
cut off all their heads,
hung 'em in the tree
like Christmas bells.
I'm going tonight...
where they found them.
You want to come?
And spend the night in
jail with your dumb ass?
- Pass.
- I'll go.
What? It'll be fun.
No, you'll get arrested,
and then the cops will think
Twitch killed those girls.
Are you scared?
Let's go, bitch.
So, if I see a snake,
my black ass is running.
We got three
identified girls...
Nicky Velasco, Ashley Kwon,
Sandra Helford.
Any matches with
Goldie's porn?
No.
Nicky ran away
when she was 15.
Sandra, 16.
Nobody reported them missing or even noticed they were gone.
Throwaway kids,
all of them.
Not Ashley.
She ended up the same place,
though, didn't she?
Where's Reddick?
Punched out.
Get his beauty sleep.
Me, I'm already
beautiful, so...
Talk to Picasso?
I got nothing.
I'm not even sure
he remembered me.
It was a long
time ago, Linden.
But he wants
to see his dad.
If you thought your
dad murdered your mom,
nearly cut her head off...
would you want to see him?
You'll want to see this.
We're close.
Too bad your drag-queen mama didn't have a yacht to take us.
Are those graves?
Seward?
Seward, get up!
Seward?
Christ. Code Blue! Code Blue!
What the hell did you do?!
Code Blue! Open 204!
- Open it now!
- Opening 204.
Go, go, go, go!
So, what's your
favorite subject?
I like reading, I guess.
We got a match.
Are you a virgin?
Come on, now.
Why don't you take
off that shirt?
What do you want, Holder?
Next time you decide
to work my case,
you mind giving
me a heads-up?
It's a crime scene.
I called the cops.
How'd you find this place?
Sarah?
This is Adrian.
I saw him this morning.
He's drawing again.
He drew that.
Lieutenant, we got the
press vans headed our way.
Just hold them off
till I get there.
Copy that.
I'll see you back
at the station.
Looks like you found
the Seward file.
Now, we've 17 got bodies in what
used to be a retention pond
west of the I-5
near SeaTac.
So far, it's our
only dump site,
but there could be more.
Initial reports indicate
that the killer
used the same blade
with enough force
to nearly...
well, in some cases, completely
decapitate his victims.
Now, judging from the
size of the remains,
MEs are guessing
teenagers, all female,
some as young as 12 or 13.
Forensics is working
around the clock.
County coroner's
pitched in, too.
So far, they've
matched wound patterns
to three of the bodies.
We also got a positive
match to Ashley Kwon.
14-year-old runaway,
working girl.
Found in a West Seattle
factory about a half a mile
from the dump site.
Her body was found
four days ago.
Meaning we could have
an active serial.
Now, having said that,
I'd like to disabuse
you of any notion
that we're out searching
for Hannibal Lecter.
We're not gonna be
finding any skin suits.
He's not gonna be sending us
some lady's head in a box.
My guess is this guy's
killing hookers and runaways
because no one's
looking for them, right?
This case is gonna be solved
with good, solid police work,
not some PhD's half-baked psychological profile.
"Well, you know, based on
the nature of the wounds,
we can tell that he's angry..."
Well, no shit.
He's angry.
All right.
The Kwon girl.
She was last seen three
days before her time of death.
So, it's possible that our
killer's abducting his victims
and holding them
before he kills them.
But first order of business is
we got to identify these bodies,
so we're gonna need all the
Missing-Persons reports
- in the Seattle-Tacoma area...
- Sir.
Holder.
I got a report
from a street kid
about a girl gone
missing recently.
She fits our profiles.
She's 15 years old,
working girl.
Her name's Kallie Leeds,
and none of the kids
she associates with
have seen her in
a couple of days.
Okay, great.
Give it to Linden.
She'll be handling the IDs
till her hire-back
paperwork's complete.
You guys, shake
up the locals,
find out if the Kwon girl
had representation.
Now, what else?
Um... oh, right.
The red bags that were
found on the bodies...
they were biohazard-grade,
medical, institutional use.
Hey, Loo, how did
we find the bodies?
Anonymous tip.
All right, thank you.
Anonymous tip?
Well, Seward's execution's
on the front page
of every newspaper.
First hanging in 20 years.
Last thing you want to do is
throw oil on that bonfire.
Obviously we can't exhume
Trisha Seward's body
to match wound patterns,
so I'm gonna want
to talk to the kid.
What is it you
think you got here?
Trisha Seward's throat
was cut like Kwon's.
She was a prostitute...
Who was 15 years older
than our victims
and whose husband had a long
history of domestic abuse.
Adrian's been drawing again.
That factory is a new detail.
Maybe he's
remembering something.
Remembering what?
I mean, his doctor said he'd
most likely never remember
what happened that night
after what he went through.
That's a good thing,
by the way.
Maybe not for the case,
but for the kid.
So, let him forget.
James...
Look, you do what
you got to do.
Make this right
for yourself.
You want to talk to the kid,
I'm not gonna stop you.
But I'm not giving Ray Seward
any ammunition for an appeal
unless there's a
damn good reason to,
and a kid's
drawing isn't it.
Trisha Seward deserves justice.
Don't forget that.
I want to know if
we can do this...
Work together.
Yeah.
Yeah, of... of course.
There's no shame
in staying away.
Things are good for you.
You got a life.
No.
No, I found those bodies.
I want to see
this to the end.
Then I need you
working this case,
not picking apart a solve
from three years ago.
Come on. I need
your John Hancock.
It's as simple as that.
Welcome back.
This is cruel and
unusual punishment.
Ain't nobody got
no water heater?
Got 10 minutes, inmates.
I need some heat!
I want to get clean,
I might as well go outside
and stand in the rain.
'Cause this shower
ain't nothing
but some cold spit
on my head, man.
Hey, Big Noise,
what's that "A" for?
What you got,
a honey named "A"?
All the best white
ladies named "A."
Andrea, Allison, Amy.
I knew a girl named Annie.
She was a freak.
I remember that night
like it was yesterday.
6-5-3... what, you just
keeping her digits handy?
The "A" is his son, Adrian.
Oh, you got a son, Raymond?
Yeah, Raymond,
what was your kid, 5 or 6
when you cut his
mommy's head off?
Left him sucking his thumb,
looking at the
hole in her neck?
Huh?
Damn.
Mm. You got cold hands.
Sorry.
That's all right.
I don't mind.
You should get some
mittens or something.
Slow down.
You're gonna choke.
Hey, Joe, you seen Kallie?
Nah.
Why?
I haven't seen her.
I don't know.
You hear about the bodies
they found out by the airport?
It's all over the news.
I heard it might
be street girls.
So, just be careful, okay?
Hey, kid.
You want my hash browns?
Get a pair of mittens, okay?
Hey, babe.
You hungry?
I got hash browns.
Joe said the cops found a
bunch of dead working girls
out near the airport.
Baby, please.
Are you awake?
Can I come to LA with you?
Please?
Department's best guys
out here chasing pimps,
with our pants
around our ankles.
You know they hooked up.
Who?
Skinner and your old lady.
Linden, man.
Skinner and Linden
used to bang.
Back when they
worked together.
Why do you think we're out
here tracking down pimps
while she's back at the office
cozying up to the boss?
Pension and a paycheck.
Can't wait till I retire.
I'll come back every year
and do my 172 days
and make double.
Linden quit. She
don't get a pension.
Here we go.
Seattle PD.
Get out of the car.
No problem, officer.
This is not...
- She's 18.
- How about you shut up?
Stay put.
I got a couple of
questions for you, sexy.
You come here
a lot, cowboy?
Picking up teenyboppers
get you off?
No way. She said
she was, officer.
Yeah, yeah, shut up.
You seen this girl?
You want to ride around
in the backseat of my car
the rest of the day?
How about you
take a real look?
I don't know her.
How much does he pay you?
He's not paying me.
Where's Bullet?
Girl who dresses like a boy?
I don't know.
You are done bobbin' apples
for today, baby girl.
You're gonna have to
find some other way
to pay for them braces.
I'm taking them in.
Looks like we're all
going for a ride.
Maybe on Front Street.
Front Street?
The overpass?
Bunch of kids skate there,
and I see her there sometimes.
All right. Get out of here.
Don't let me catch
you out here again.
Well, if you ask me, I would
rip him a new one. Seriously.
You don't want
to see me mad.
'Cause, like, my
face gets all red
and steam comes
out of my ass.
Hold up.
Are you Danette Leeds?
Yeah, I'm booked all day.
Hey, don't touch
the back of that.
You're gonna
lose the curl.
I'm sorry. You gotta come back.
I'm here about your
daughter, Kallie.
It's cool, D.
I gotta go anyway.
- See ya.
- Sorry.
What is your daughter, like 15?
Look, she doesn't
call me every minute,
telling me where she's at.
You want to find her?
Come back in a few days
when she runs out of money.
Yeah.
Maybe Children's Services
would be interested in the fact
that your daughter doesn't
seem to go to school at all.
Look, Ms...
Whatever, I can't control her,
never have, never will.
So, I... I got
another appointment.
So, maybe you want to talk
to her friend Shotgun or Ammo
- or something.
- Bullet.
Do you know where
I can find her?
Hell if I know.
You should tell your daughter
to be careful out there.
Okay. Thanks for the
advice, Officer.
It's Detective, actually.
Homicide.
Stay the hell out!
Hey, Bullet.
Don't make me chase
you down, Bullet.
I just want to talk.
I don't got to talk to you.
I'm looking for
your friend Kallie.
You find her yet?
I don't talk to cops.
Look, no one's got to find
out that you're talking to me.
Goldie's got a room in his
place... in his bedroom.
Goldie? Who's Goldie?
Some nobody, nothin' pimp!
I think he's got her there.
How'd you know?
'Cause I was there.
I heard someone crying
behind the door.
It was locked.
I couldn't get in.
Sounded like her.
He's got a knife.
A big one. I saw it.
Where's his place at?
- I don't want your money.
- All right.
- You got a car?
- Yeah.
Come on.
Half a plan and no
time for missing this
there's no time
for looking back
don't you want to just
stand up for something
don't you want to just
rise for everything
one step closer
to the grave
four steps closer every day
no when words
are like weapons
they're taking their
vengeance... at the seams
Jesus.
Kid's got to be like 12.
Police! Hey!
Stop! Right now!
Bitch! I told
you not to run!
Mom, I'm not gonna
say anything to him.
I just want...
Yeah, I got a coat, ma. God.
I gotta go.
Fine.
Whatever. I used
up all my minutes.
Uh, hello?
It's out.
What a bitch.
The only thing my mom's fat
ass loves is a casserole.
At least you got a mom.
I hate her.
I have to wait for a while
before I call her again.
Hey, you guys.
I'm looking for a
girl named Bullet.
Can I get a cigarette?
- Rayna.
- What?
Yeah.
So, where is she?
She's not in trouble.
I just need to
talk to her.
Yeah, well, she
already got arrested.
What do you mean?
Saw her driving
off with some Eminem
wannabe with a
molester 'stache.
You're welcome.
Those ain't mine.
I don't know how
they got there.
16, white, unshaved.
Ooh, that's nasty, man.
I like my hedges trimmed,
my bitches grown.
Yeah?
What happened to your face?
Yeah, what happened?
Cut myself shaving.
Looks like you got in a
fight with a bank teller.
They got those
long fingernails.
Or a little girl?
Like I said, man,
those DVDs ain't mine.
There's all sorts of lowlifes
coming in and out of my pad
all day long.
Huh.
So, tell me
about this rape.
2011, you were 27 years old.
Victim was 13.
The judge got it
all twisted, man.
She was beggin' for it.
So you do like 'em young.
Nah, man, it was all
a misunderstanding.
What, do you?
Yeah, I mean, 16, 17, growing
into themselves, almost a woman.
Well...
not many men would admit it.
Mnh-mnh.
I take care of my girls.
I protect 'em from
psychos like you.
Like the 13-year-old?
They got to make
their money, man.
They're gonna
do it anyway.
Somebody's got to show
'em how it's done, right?
It's business.
You want to know
what you're selling.
I get that.
Yeah, that makes sense.
Break 'em in.
What about these movies?
That business, too?
Smart.
Give your customers a sample
of what your girls look like,
what they can do, like a...
like a menu of services
kind of thing.
Yeah.
Just because I fill a need
doesn't mean I'm some
sick freak like him.
So you fill a need.
So you're like the
distributor, then.
I didn't say that.
Yeah, you kind of did.
No, I ain't said that, man.
You guys are doing
that cop thing,
trying to put
words in my mouth.
Detective Reddick,
didn't he just say that?
They're good.
Not gonna get this guy
to cop to murder, though.
He's done time before.
He knows the system.
Let me refer to my notes.
Do we like him for it?
He has a history
with young girls,
access to victim population.
It's a possibility.
We tossed his place.
The knife Holder's
CI told us about
isn't a match for
the murder weapon.
Maybe there's a connect
between the girls in his
porn tapes and our bodies.
What about the missing girl...
Kallie Leeds?
You talk to her mom?
Yeah, she says her
daughter is not missing
even though she hasn't
seen her in several days.
Mother of the year.
What about her?
Kallie Leeds.
Think.
Think before you answer.
Carefully consider
your options, brother.
We're the last
friends you got.
Yeah, I th... I thought
about it, brother.
And I want my lawyer.
It doesn't matter.
We got him for
the kiddie porn,
possession, intent
to distribute.
No, I want him
for the bodies.
Now, if this guy's got the
Leeds girl and she's alive,
he'll try and kill her.
If she's dead, he might
go back to the dump site.
So we sit on his ass for 72
hours, see what he does.
That's risky.
Get IDs on his girls
in the porn tapes.
Find out where the
coroner's at on our bodies.
How you doin'?
Being back, I mean.
It's fine.
Wondering if you made
the right choice?
Yeah. Something like that.
Jen talked to me
after I left your
house the other day.
What did you tell her?
What do you mean?
She knows about us.
Yo, Linden.
What, are you
mad at me now?
I wasted my entire morning
looking for some kid
that you had
already talked to.
I heard Bullet put
you onto that guy.
I guess we're even.
No, we're not even even.
You're still
like minus-three.
You know, it
might be helpful
if we were on the same
page on this, Linden.
You know, no man is an
island, not even you.
Adrian Seward
drew those trees.
That's why I was
in the woods.
Picasso.
How'd he know
about the bodies?
I don't know if
he did or didn't.
He lived near the woods.
It might not mean anything.
You talk to him?
No.
So you do think there's
a connection between
the Seward murder
and our bodies?
Her finger was broken,
just like your girl's.
I think her killer took
a trophy, a ring, too.
This system is broke.
You that boy's only
parental figure.
Boys need a father.
Bet you ain't had no
father growing up.
I just think you need to
holler at your lawyer,
tell her for the kid,
they ought to reduce your sentence and let you live.
Boy done lost his mom.
And now the State trying to
kill the only father he got?
That ain't right.
Poor little bastard.
How's the wife
and kid, Francis?
Hmm?
'Cause I seen them waiting
for you in the parking lot.
That's so sweet.
Your boy looks like you.
Soon little orphan Adrian's
gonna have nobody.
That's a shame.
You gonna let him disrespect
you like that, Big Noise?
Your boy, your blood?
Come on, man!
Damn!
You got to man up.
Disrespect your son,
walk his ass off.
Hi.
You're Adrian, right?
I'm Sarah.
Do you remember me?
We met before.
I'm a detective.
You drew me this, remember?
Can you tell me what you were
drawing in this picture?
You added a factory.
Why?
Please, Adrian.
I want to see him.
Who?
Adrian?
- Who?
- My dad.
Adrian.
I'll see what
I can do, okay?
I've got to go.
You got any move
on the suspect?
Nope.
Pimp's been holed up watching
TV for the last two hours.
We'll let you know.
Copy.
Poor guy... all he's
got left to jerk off
to is diaper commercials.
You got big
plans for V-Day?
V-Day?
February 14th, Holder.
Jesus.
Mm.
Got to make a reservation, jump
through those hoops, brother.
All the best places
will be booked.
You and Caroline will end
up eating pot stickers
at Applebee's.
Get out of the car!
- Get out of the car!
- Jesus.
- Get out!
- Take care of this before
she blows this whole thing.
- Get off me!
- Calm down, Bullet. Shut up.
Don't tell me what to do.
Where is she?
Where is she, huh?
Where's Kallie?
We didn't find
her there, okay?
We're looking.
Some big hero cop you are.
I'm taking care
of it, all right?
I'm a rat now, and
everybody's gonna know it.
You said... you promised me
that you'd lock him up.
You lying cop.
Just calm down, okay?
Don't tell me what to do!
Did he do something to you?
- Hey, look...
- Touch me again,
and I will break your arm.
Just tell me
what happened.
- You want to help me?
- Yeah, I do.
Then do your job.
Find her.
Every parent in the state
with a missing kid's out there,
thinking we have
their daughter.
No idea we've got nothing
but bones at this point.
How long till
you can ID them?
We're matching
dental records now
for the ones that
have dental records.
Gonna take days, weeks.
Is there any way to tell
if the wounds on this victim
match our current bodies?
I'll owe you.
I don't know.
Still got the body?
No, it was
three years ago.
She was cremated.
I have the autopsy report.
You know, there's not much
I can do without the body.
Uh, wounds look similar,
same lateral incisions.
It could be the
same weapon.
Best I can give
you is maybe.
Did you find any
jewelry on the bodies?
Whatever they
had is long gone.
Water must have
washed it away.
I'm guessing that
they were at the bottom of
that pond for a long time.
The bone density, levels of
saponification on the bone...
it looks like, uh, at
least three to five years.
But it looks as if
they were killed
within about a
six-month period.
How can you tell?
Biohazard bags
they were dumped in
captured and preserved the
environmental debris.
I won't know for sure
until the tests come back,
but all the material in
all the bags is consistent.
So bodies couldn't
have been dumped
any more than
six months apart.
My victim's
finger was broken.
The killer took
her ring, I think.
Is there any way to tell
if jewelry was taken
from these bodies?
I got a few broken fingers,
some missing entirely.
Animals got to them?
No.
Killer did.
Sawed them off.
Same weapon used
on the throat.
Thank you.
Testifying about
DNA evidence.
There wasn't nothing but
two drops of my B negative
in the place.
Hey, kid, don't
you ever shut up?
No. I'm a shark.
Got to keep the water
flowing over my gills.
Hey, kid...
I ever tell you about this
riot back at Cedar Creek?
Becker's cousin works
up there... Jimmy.
He had a hard-on for
me from the beginning.
So, this riot goes down,
and Jimmy there,
he's got his club out,
and he's acting all hard,
and he's screaming at me
to get down on the floor.
And I just walk
right up to him.
And he starts shaking,
pissing himself.
His nose broke real easy,
but his eye...
the sucker was tough.
Dug in tight and slippery.
Six pounds of pressure,
you can rip
someone's ear off,
but an eye...
takes dedication.
The whole time,
Jimmy was squealing
like a little stuck bitch.
Prison's a disease.
It gets in your blood.
You pass it to your kids,
and they pass it to their kids.
And soon enough,
Adrian is gonna be here, too.
And you should've
done him a favor
and slit his throat just
like you did his mom's.
Becker, they need you in "D."
He got to you, Big Noise.
You let him in.
You're all tough.
Acting like you don't
care about your son.
But you care.
Anyone can see it.
"A" right there.
You got his name
on your chest.
How much longer are we
gonna sit on this guy?
Go home if you want.
Let you take all the credit
when this son of a bitch
leads us to a body?
No, thanks.
How about cracking a window?
The place smells like
a damn bowling alley.
Eh.
Little bitch blew us up.
Well, without her,
we had nothing, so...
Dispatch, we've been made.
We're handing off to car 957.
Heard you got picked up.
Nah, it wasn't nothing.
Cops found a bunch of
dead girls in some pond.
Yeah.
Maybe you should cool it with
the dates for now, you know?
I can spot you.
My dad sent me some cash.
Oh.
Look at you, rich bitch.
Fine.
Forget it.
Hey.
What happened to your face?
What?
Right there.
- Did someone hit you?
- No.
You should get some
ice for that, B.
I'm serious.
What's up, bitches?
Yo, Jesse got picked
up this morning.
Cops are making mad rounds
'cause of those murders.
Hey, I heard the killer
cut off all their heads,
hung 'em in the tree
like Christmas bells.
I'm going tonight...
where they found them.
You want to come?
And spend the night in
jail with your dumb ass?
- Pass.
- I'll go.
What? It'll be fun.
No, you'll get arrested,
and then the cops will think
Twitch killed those girls.
Are you scared?
Let's go, bitch.
So, if I see a snake,
my black ass is running.
We got three
identified girls...
Nicky Velasco, Ashley Kwon,
Sandra Helford.
Any matches with
Goldie's porn?
No.
Nicky ran away
when she was 15.
Sandra, 16.
Nobody reported them missing or even noticed they were gone.
Throwaway kids,
all of them.
Not Ashley.
She ended up the same place,
though, didn't she?
Where's Reddick?
Punched out.
Get his beauty sleep.
Me, I'm already
beautiful, so...
Talk to Picasso?
I got nothing.
I'm not even sure
he remembered me.
It was a long
time ago, Linden.
But he wants
to see his dad.
If you thought your
dad murdered your mom,
nearly cut her head off...
would you want to see him?
You'll want to see this.
We're close.
Too bad your drag-queen mama didn't have a yacht to take us.
Are those graves?
Seward?
Seward, get up!
Seward?
Christ. Code Blue! Code Blue!
What the hell did you do?!
Code Blue! Open 204!
- Open it now!
- Opening 204.
Go, go, go, go!
So, what's your
favorite subject?
I like reading, I guess.
We got a match.
Are you a virgin?
Come on, now.
Why don't you take
off that shirt?