The Killing (2011–2014): Season 3, Episode 4 - Head Shots - full transcript
Linden and Holder aren't having much luck identifying the voice of the man who spoke to Kallie Leeds on the dvd they seized. The police raid the motel used by many of the prostitutes and a special room behind a false panel. Linden matches one of the 17 bodies to a girl in the video. She also finds one of the women on the dvds but she says she doesn't remember the man who questioned her. Linden thinks she's hiding something. Similarly, Kallie's mother says she never heard the voice on the recording but Linden thinks she's lying. Goldie turns the tables on the police and goes to the press who dub the killer the Pied Piper.
Are you a virgin?
Why are you crying,
little girl?
You recognize the voice?
Where did you get this?
Goldie's apartment.
Sound like him to you?
I don't know.
Did Kallie ever tell you
about making tapes like these?
I knew some kids who
would do things like this,
but... not Kallie.
She wouldn't do
nothing like this ever.
Do you know where
this place is?
That hotel.
Queens whatever dump run
by that crazy old bitch.
- Mama Dips?
- Yeah.
I'll bring this
downstairs to Tech,
maybe run it through
voice recognition,
see if it's a
match to Goldie.
What's up?
That's my ring.
Gave it to her.
When?
Three days ago.
Last time I saw her.
We're gonna need
a search warrant.
I got the hook-up
with the judge.
- I'll call Skinner.
- You think she's at Mama Dips'?
- You go home, Bullet.
- Wait.
I'll be back, okay?
Just wait here.
Remember me, Mama San?
Now what?
We got that search warrant
you were asking about.
I don't give a
damn what you got.
You could either give
us the master key,
or we're gonna kick in every
door in this flophouse.
Get off of my property.
That's how you want
to play it, baby?
All right. Go.
All right, move, move.
I didn't do anything,
all right!
We checked the west
end of the building.
We're moving on
to the east side.
- What are you looking at?
- Nothing.
Open that door.
Screw you.
No!
Sit down!
This is my property!
- Shut up!
- Shut up!
What is that?
It's coming from
behind that wall.
Holder. False panel.
You're gonna be seeing a whole
lot more of us now, my friend.
We're gonna be best buddies
by the time we kill ya.
You're gonna have to work a
whole lot harder next time,
you want to get
out of here.
Man wasn't trying to kill
himself, you damn redneck.
Just showing he don't care
about nothin' or no one.
He cut out that tattoo
so y'all ain't got nothin'
to hold over him.
No point of weakness.
Shut up, Hill.
Go back to bed.
Ah, hell, no.
Open 204!
Free country.
I do what I like.
Ain't that right, Big Noise?
Close 204!
It's my legal obligation to
make sure the state kills you.
That man like a
champion gladiator.
You're just like
Spartacus, ain't you?
You Spartacus?
Yeah, you Spartacus.
You be pretending like
you don't like me,
but I got you.
That's right.
It's her hotel where
they film the porn tapes.
Goldie the pimp... was
that his voice on the tapes?
The voice match
was inconclusive.
It's a crap recording,
so it's tough to match.
I don't think it's him.
We do know that our
missing girl, Kallie Leeds,
was at the hotel the
night she disappeared,
making one of those tapes.
Did we positively
ID the Leeds girl
as one of our bodies?
No.
Her mom says she
isn't missing.
Do we have any of our confirmed
dead girls on the porn tapes?
All right, you and Holder,
get in there
and have a talk with
Madam Dibs or whatever
the hell her name is.
Holder can do it,
and Reddick's en route,
so maybe I just...
sit this one out?
Is there a problem?
No.
'Course not.
Look, I don't
care who does it.
Just get it done
before she lawyers up.
Nothing I hate more
than being woken up
in the middle of
the night for BS.
We already talked to grandma.
Watch wonder boy charm
the bloomers off her.
He's getting
pretty good at it.
Well, he's learning
from a pro.
Finally.
Yep. You said it.
You said you saw Kallie Leeds
in the hotel parking
lot that night.
You forgot to mention the
Oscar-winning performance
in the back room, though.
Those kids pay me
20 bucks to crash.
I don't ask what
they're doing.
Yeah, that'll hold up.
Hidden panel, secret room,
and you don't know nothin'?
Yeah.
Who's Kallie Leeds' costar
Perv asking the questions?
It was me.
You?
So you're the man
asking the questions.
I'm a heavy smoker.
So it's a one-woman
operation, huh?
You find the girls, you ask
them questions, you film it...
- you get off on it?
- That's right.
Why is that so
hard to believe?
I'm a modern woman.
I do it all.
Now, where's my soda?
You promised you'd
get me a soda.
Let her sit for
a couple of days.
Maybe she'll have
a change of heart.
But what if Kallie's
still alive,
being held out
there somewhere?
Then Goldie will
lead us to her.
And in the meantime, we
wait for that to happen?
What if Goldie's
not the killer?
We just wait for the next
girl to show up dead?
In the meantime, get a warrant
for Goldie's juvie records,
your buddy, Judge Elliot,
gets to court at 700.
You and me, we'll
have a talk with him.
I think I'll go back to
her mom and have a talk.
What's gonna change
from yesterday?
She's been a murder
cop, what, six years?
So what? She's good at it.
I've forgotten more convictions
than she'll ever have.
Yeah, well, you're
a lot... a lot older.
Get off me.
You find Kallie?
Go on. Go on.
Live a little.
That's nasty.
Ain't you got any normal
food around here?
Like chips or something?
Might as well be mainlining
8-ball with that stuff.
I don't do none of that.
My body's a temple.
Suit yourself, Bullet.
Man, you look
like a rabbit.
Like some big, hairless,
albino Bugs Bunny.
All right, I'm
cool with that.
See, I like rabbits.
Bugs Bunny's the bomb.
You know rabbits
got three eyelids
and their teeth never
stop growing?
Yeah.
But they can't puke.
Don't got enough
stomach muscles.
Damn.
How you know that?
You watch the
Discovery Channel?
No. I learned it in zoology class in my boarding school.
All right.
Anyway... I gotta jet.
You stay safe out
there, you hear?
Look, I gotta go to work.
I got three blow-dries
back to back.
I told you Kallie's fine.
We're gonna need your
daughter's dental records.
Yeah, well, good
luck with that.
She's never been
to no dentist.
Her teeth are perfect.
Your daughter's a prostitute.
Are you aware of that?
It's just a phase.
She'll grow out of it.
I just started this new job,
and the owner's a
real prick, so...
Sit down.
Excuse me I don't have to
hear this in my own home.
Yeah, you do, actually.
Sit down. I'm not
done with you.
Are you a virgin?
This is where your daughter
was three days ago.
Why are you crying,
little girl?
Do you recognize his voice?
Does your daughter
have a pimp?
Did she ever mention
somebody named Goldie?
Her friend Bullet said
Kallie was on her way here
the night she disappeared
when she couldn't get
a bed at the shelter.
Thought maybe she
would crash at home.
What?
I told her I had
somebody coming over.
My boyfriend.
So she did come
here that night?
I locked the door,
and she knocked...
and I didn't answer.
So she went away.
Look, the last time that
she was here, she stole $100,
and I didn't see her
for days, all right?
So if we're done here,
I.. I got to go to work.
See you at the hotel,
all right?
Joaquin Phoenix
didn't go to school.
I mean, he lived on the
streets panhandling.
You know, and
he lived free.
What are we doing here?
I thought we were
going to the office.
I need to talk.
I got bad news.
Your piss test
came back dirty.
That's impossible!
What can I say?
The dye don't lie.
I've been totally
clean, I swear!
Look, I... I can't
go back to juvie.
I'm supposed to go
to LA next month.
I got my headshots and
my hair and everything.
I got plans!
Come on, man.
You know I've been
keeping clean, right?
You kids.
You're all the same.
No sense of responsibility.
No sense of decency,
or how your actions
affect those around you.
Not that.
Get in the back.
Take your pants down.
No... I don't do that.
I'm... I'm not gay.
Neither am I.
Your antibiotic.
Doc says you got to
take it twice a day
or you're gonna get some
kind of infection.
Come on, will you
just take it?
That's second-level
shit right there.
Not a smart move, Seward.
You're not careful,
you are gonna get an infection.
And you're gonna
have pus coming out
of your willie
or some damn thing.
Shut it, Hill!
Pus coming out
of your willie.
What's he think
you got, the clap?
You right about them antibiotics, though.
I never take them myself.
They give you the runs.
I remember I had green pus
coming out of my ear once.
They ass didn't want
to give me no Q-tips,
so I started digging.
You know how I know
you're not innocent?
It's because you never
shut up about it.
It's quoting your transcript,
talking about your lawyers
going over your evidence,
just on and on and on
about how you're
gaming the system.
Well, an innocent man
doesn't need to game nothing
because he knows the truth,
and the truth is that we've
all got a death sentence...
whether you're
innocent or guilty.
I don't know what the hell
you're talking about, Spartacus.
See, it's the innocent
man that gotta speak up
because it's the
only hope we got.
Hope. Hope's the same as faith.
That bitch will kill you
faster than this place will.
Off of dental records,
we've gotten seven
positive IDs so far.
The killer is not particular
about the race of his victim.
The only consistencies
are gender and age range.
Okay, you two got a connect
between the porn tapes
and our dead girls?
We're still trying to ID
the male voice on the tapes.
And although we haven't
positively ID'd her body,
our missing girl,
Kallie Leeds,
fits the profile of
our known victims.
So the mother confirmed
the daughter is missing.
No. In fact, her mom saw her that night around 1:00 AM.
They locked her
out of the house.
So, the girl
is not missing.
She is, we believe.
She made one of those porn
tapes the night she disappeared.
At the Queens Motel.
We got a bunch of pervs
and the owner, Margery Dips.
We believe she's
protecting the film-maker.
Unless you have specific charges beyond solicitation, Lieutenant,
my office suggests you cut
your johns and junkies loose.
The DA's focusing on Dips.
She's the big fish.
Connect it to the kiddie porn.
Agreed. Okay.
That pimp that we
stimulated and let roam.
Sheldon Goldie Willis.
Has an impressive
arrest history
for pandering
and statutory rape.
Just opened up
his juvie records,
and I'm liking
him more and more.
Age 15 while attempting
to rape an 11-year-old,
Goldie held a
knife to her throat
and threatened to cut her
ear to ear if she moved.
Still got eyes
on his residence?
Been holed up
for the last 24.
He's got to make
a move eventually.
So far, we don't have
any tangible connection
between Goldie and
our dead girls.
Besides the fact that they're
hookers and he's a pimp?
Okay, that's it.
I want shift reports around
the clock, every 24 hours.
These are the screen
grabs of all the girls
from the porn tapes.
Sorry it took so long.
Any matches to
our dead girls?
No. Sorry.
Thanks.
Hey, Holder, come here.
What do you think?
Maybe.
Wait.
Yeah.
Same guy, same place,
Queens Hotel.
Maybe Vice can
help us ID him?
It's gonna be tough.
Both this girl and Kallie
were with him... both are dead.
Until we got a body,
Kallie Leeds ain't a victim.
Just heard from Nance.
Goldie's on the move.
Let's go.
You know how many rivers
down the wall of my cell?
322.
I know this because I count
them all every single day.
Day in, day out.
It never changes.
I mean, this is what I do.
You know?
You really are Spartacus.
How come you
ain't got no ink?
Ain't got no tats or nothin'.
You want to see my tattoos?
This here's my
Mexican mafia tattoo.
Black guerillas.
Ah, and this...
my daddy gave me.
The day I was sentenced
to Cedar Creek.
Adult gen pop.
I was 16.
He took a baseball
bat to my head.
Beat the hell out of me.
Said his son wasn't
ever gonna be a pussy.
I'd go in a man,
and I'd stay a man
till the day I died.
Yeah?
And how is that
working for you?
Thought you were
off the shiz.
Lyric know you're using
her money for that?
You oughta be
sellin' your own ass
if you're gonna use her
scratch to get loaded.
Ain't your PO making you test?
I ain't going back there.
Ever.
What's wrong?
Just leave me alone.
Yo, Twitch.
Twitch!
Twitch, where you going!
Do you recognize this voice
from any of your Vice jobs?
This looks home-grown.
Most of the hard candy we find
is a little more professional.
We're looking
for a connection
between the guy asking the
question and the killer's vics.
We've got at least one,
maybe two matches.
I don't... I don't recognize
any of these... films...
and I've seen a lot
of this amateur crap.
But this girl.
I know her.
Yeah?
Tiffany something or other.
Picked her up last
week for solicitation.
She's alive?
And kicking.
So, what was his name...
the guy who made the video?
I don't know.
That was a long time ago.
So, tell me what
you do remember.
He was white.
Kind of short.
Nice enough, said I
reminded him of Rihanna.
Where'd you meet him?
On the street.
Like how I meet
everyone else.
And what kind of
car did he drive?
I don't know.
What happened after you
made the video with him?
He let me stay in
that motel room.
It was raining.
He bought us some Carl's Jr.
let me have his fries.
- Mama!
- It was nice.
Mama.
Hey, baby.
Mama's coming.
He was one of
the good ones.
Wait for him to come out.
Number 314, you got
eyes on the suspect?
Yeah, we got eyes on Goldie.
Over.
You don't have to be
so hard on Linden, man.
She's not that bad.
Here's the thing.
Linden's never
worked sex crimes,
has no idea how
these people think.
I teach the freakin'
class on this.
You've given this an awful
lot of thought, Carl.
Yeah, well...
Got 23 years
in this bureau.
She's been handling dead
bodies for like a minute.
Want to put your
career in her hands?
What the hell
you talking about
I'm not putting my
career in anyone's hands.
There he is.
Who's that with him?
It's a woman.
Suspect is leaving
Yasler Terrace,
heading east on Sherman.
He is not alone.
He's got an unidentified
woman in the car.
He's headed to the dump site.
We need all available units
in the West Seattle area.
Suspect is heading towards the
retention pond off Grover Road.
He has an unidentified
female in the vehicle.
Copy that.
What the hell is he doing?
Yo! I got an official
announcement.
My name is Goldie Willis.
This is my mom,
and I'm the serial killer.
Goldie Willis
ain't no pied piper,
leading little girls
to their death.
They're not even telling
you about this other girl
that's missing that
could be in the hands
of the real killer right now.
- How old is she?
- How long has she been missing?
Sorry, we don't have
anything for you right now.
We don't have any comment.
This all goes back, of course,
to the 17 girls
who have been killed
and the possibility another
teen may now be missing
and could be the
latest victim...
There you are.
What happened to
you last night, baby?
Yeah, I waited up for you.
You never even called.
Sure.
I can go tonight.
You should have
seen Hill and Seward
out there in the yard
today yukking it up.
Regular A-hole
buddies now.
Gonna have to think what
I'm gonna do about that,
'cause I don't like it.
How'd it go with
the medication?
Yeah. Fine. No problem.
Good.
What's the
matter with you?
Nothing.
Double shift.
Just... psyching
myself up to go home.
Donna keeps asking me
questions about this place,
and... I just don't
want to talk about it.
Well, how about this?
You come to my place,
you get a beer.
I live three miles away.
Talk to Donna and
the kid tomorrow.
No point in going
home anyway. Let's go.
I just need one more bag.
No, you don't.
Smurf says Nico's
selling at Freeway Park.
Freeway park?
You're not going
to Freeway Park.
Hey, yo, watch it, dick!
Hey!
That's Tank's park.
He don't own the park.
He'll straight
murder you, fool!
Twit... Twitch.
Damn it.
Lyric is probably waiting
for you back at the hotel.
Let's just go
back there, okay?
Hey, yo, spare some change?
No. Get lost!
- Douchebag!
- Hey, hey.
Hey, you piss off, man!
Just let it go.
Twitch.
I hope you like it spicy.
Frank loves his
chili fierce.
Thank you.
Can't keep it in.
Finally a line
change is in order.
Frank Jr., come
on in here.
Have dinner with your dad.
I'm doing homework.
Frankie, get in here.
Got an algebra
test tomorrow, dad.
Kid's smart.
He gets A's in everything,
not like the old man.
Going out for
football next year.
Oh, yeah I played
high-school football.
I was a defensive tackle.
Well, you got the
shoulders for it.
Annie.
Get me a couple beers.
Those are the last ones.
You know what I got a
half one. I'm good.
What, are you kidding me?
We're just getting started.
I got a couple
cases in the garage.
I... Really, I'm...
He never has anyone over.
Especially a Green Tag.
Yeah, well, I don't...
I don't mean to intrude.
No. No, it's good
for Frank Jr.
to see his dad laugh... occasionally.
I mean, well, you
know how it is.
You guys are gone
all the time,
and then, you know, when
you're home, it ain't much fun.
Yeah.
I know how that is.
And these double shifts...
I mean, they're
hell on a marriage.
Most nights he's gone, I
sleep right here on the couch.
I hate sleeping in
that bed... alone.
Hey.
Don't fool me
for a minute.
Seward didn't take his
medication, did he?
No.
I tried, but he... he
just wouldn't do it.
Twitch. Twitch!
Come on! Twitch!
Hey, bitches, stay
out of our park!
Ain't your park, A-hole.
Punk-ass queers!
Yo, who you calling
a queer, bitch?
Yo, you and your
dog-faced midget!
Yo, bite me!
Screw you.
Twitch, turn and bail.
Come on, man,
this is crazy.
Tank's gonna kill you.
Pussy.
You know what Fine,
get yourself killed!
This here is my park!
Twitch.
Twitch!
These cops here,
they've brought me in three times on bogus charges...
You mind telling me what
the hell happened out there?
Following the suspect.
You let this clown hijack
your investigation.
The public's panicking.
I've got the
Mayor on my ass
about finding
some pied piper...
who now has a nickname,
thanks to your pimp.
Loo, it was your idea
to cut him loose.
I thought it
was a good idea.
At least now the
scumbag's behind bars.
Yeah.
You, you have any
good news for me?
No.
Swell.
Chief.
This is just...
great.
Great.
I just talked to
this girl, Tiffany,
who was one of
the porn actors.
She's alive, huh?
There goes your find the porn
maker, find the killer theory.
She says she can't
remember the film-maker,
but I don't buy it.
I'm pretty sure they had
some sort of relationship,
and I want to
know who he is.
But he didn't kill her.
What's your
theory about that?
I got a feeling my girl
knows more than she's saying.
I want to have
another go at her,
and I could use your help.
For God's sake.
You know what?
You should go over that
list of johns arrested
for beating up prostitutes.
See if any of them has
any connections to
medical facilities.
That'd be a better use of
your time, wouldn't it?
Carl, why are
you still here?
What?
What are you doing here?
I mean, really.
Haven't you ever wondered
why you never made sergeant?
I'll tell you why.
Because 23 years of experience,
and all you are is in the way.
I'm talking to
Skinner about her.
She's going 5150 on us.
Yo, Linden.
I'm coming with you.
But I'm driving.
Twitch?
Oh, my God.
What happened?
Dickhead went lookin'
to score in Freeway Park.
Got his ass kicked.
Look at me.
I can't go to
LA like this.
Such a joke.
You know what I'm gonna do
I'm... I'm gonna go
to the drugstore
and get some stuff...
to put on that... cut.
And...
then I'll get some ice
from the liquor store
and some band-aids...
and some popsicles.
Popsicles?
For your lip.
They'll make you
feel better, baby.
I don't like orange.
Okay.
Then strawberry.
They always got strawberry.
It's gonna be okay, baby.
I told you, I don't
remember his name.
Look at this girl.
Janice Gibbs.
14 years old.
Had her head
nearly cut off.
And... and Marla Ritter.
17 years old.
Just had a baby when he
drug her out to the field
and raped her.
What you want me
to do about it?
Each one of these girls
sat in that hotel room,
answered those same questions,
and then was given a happy meal, just like you were.
That's what men
like this do.
They make you think
that you're special,
that you're the only one,
but it's not true.
Get out of my house.
It's too bad you grew up,
got old and pregnant.
What would he think
if he saw you now?
What that grown
man did to you...
it's not right.
Taking that from a kid.
He didn't take
anything from me!
He fed you.
Said you were pretty.
I was.
Still are.
I mean, look at you.
You got it going on, girl.
Any man who would
want to dump you
because you grew up into
a fine young woman...
is crazy.
Why would you want to
protect a man like that?
The man says if you
want to be happy,
free your heart from hatred and
free your mind from worry.
Like that's gonna work.
I mean, it does for me.
Every time I get a
janky-ass thought,
I just think about
something else.
Like what?
Like, I name all 50 states
and try to find one
that make me feel good.
Detroit.
My dad took me to a
club there once,
and I heard James Brown.
Man was like 70 years old
but could do a back flip,
drop into the splits,
and come up singing.
Detroit's not a state.
That's not the point.
Time to take your
medication, convict.
Attaboy.
Open 209.
- What's up, man?
- Take the pill.
Be trippin', man.
Hey, man, don't
take that pill.
Okay.
Take your damn pill.
Screw them, man.
Don't even take that pill.
It's up to you, convict.
I got nowhere to go.
Aah!
Like I said,
I got nowhere to go.
I knew you'd
see it my way.
Put him back in 209.
I could have taken more.
You didn't have
to give in.
You let them win.
They won a long time ago.
Joe Mills.
Joseph.
So, what'd you say
to Carl, anyway?
Nothing.
He's gonna hate you.
Not as much as
he hates you.
I can't guarantee you're
gonna make sergeant
by working with me.
What makes you think
I need your help?
I hate to say it,
Linden, but so far,
none of this porn stuff seems to lead back to Trisha Seward.
I know.
If Seward didn't
kill his wife,
we're running out
of time to prove it.
How we doing on Mills?
Searching.
What's up with
that ADA anyway?
You two a thing?
You jealous?
Son of a bitch!
Mills?
We took him in last
night at Hotel Mama's.
Cut him loose six hours ago.
Why are you crying,
little girl?
You recognize the voice?
Where did you get this?
Goldie's apartment.
Sound like him to you?
I don't know.
Did Kallie ever tell you
about making tapes like these?
I knew some kids who
would do things like this,
but... not Kallie.
She wouldn't do
nothing like this ever.
Do you know where
this place is?
That hotel.
Queens whatever dump run
by that crazy old bitch.
- Mama Dips?
- Yeah.
I'll bring this
downstairs to Tech,
maybe run it through
voice recognition,
see if it's a
match to Goldie.
What's up?
That's my ring.
Gave it to her.
When?
Three days ago.
Last time I saw her.
We're gonna need
a search warrant.
I got the hook-up
with the judge.
- I'll call Skinner.
- You think she's at Mama Dips'?
- You go home, Bullet.
- Wait.
I'll be back, okay?
Just wait here.
Remember me, Mama San?
Now what?
We got that search warrant
you were asking about.
I don't give a
damn what you got.
You could either give
us the master key,
or we're gonna kick in every
door in this flophouse.
Get off of my property.
That's how you want
to play it, baby?
All right. Go.
All right, move, move.
I didn't do anything,
all right!
We checked the west
end of the building.
We're moving on
to the east side.
- What are you looking at?
- Nothing.
Open that door.
Screw you.
No!
Sit down!
This is my property!
- Shut up!
- Shut up!
What is that?
It's coming from
behind that wall.
Holder. False panel.
You're gonna be seeing a whole
lot more of us now, my friend.
We're gonna be best buddies
by the time we kill ya.
You're gonna have to work a
whole lot harder next time,
you want to get
out of here.
Man wasn't trying to kill
himself, you damn redneck.
Just showing he don't care
about nothin' or no one.
He cut out that tattoo
so y'all ain't got nothin'
to hold over him.
No point of weakness.
Shut up, Hill.
Go back to bed.
Ah, hell, no.
Open 204!
Free country.
I do what I like.
Ain't that right, Big Noise?
Close 204!
It's my legal obligation to
make sure the state kills you.
That man like a
champion gladiator.
You're just like
Spartacus, ain't you?
You Spartacus?
Yeah, you Spartacus.
You be pretending like
you don't like me,
but I got you.
That's right.
It's her hotel where
they film the porn tapes.
Goldie the pimp... was
that his voice on the tapes?
The voice match
was inconclusive.
It's a crap recording,
so it's tough to match.
I don't think it's him.
We do know that our
missing girl, Kallie Leeds,
was at the hotel the
night she disappeared,
making one of those tapes.
Did we positively
ID the Leeds girl
as one of our bodies?
No.
Her mom says she
isn't missing.
Do we have any of our confirmed
dead girls on the porn tapes?
All right, you and Holder,
get in there
and have a talk with
Madam Dibs or whatever
the hell her name is.
Holder can do it,
and Reddick's en route,
so maybe I just...
sit this one out?
Is there a problem?
No.
'Course not.
Look, I don't
care who does it.
Just get it done
before she lawyers up.
Nothing I hate more
than being woken up
in the middle of
the night for BS.
We already talked to grandma.
Watch wonder boy charm
the bloomers off her.
He's getting
pretty good at it.
Well, he's learning
from a pro.
Finally.
Yep. You said it.
You said you saw Kallie Leeds
in the hotel parking
lot that night.
You forgot to mention the
Oscar-winning performance
in the back room, though.
Those kids pay me
20 bucks to crash.
I don't ask what
they're doing.
Yeah, that'll hold up.
Hidden panel, secret room,
and you don't know nothin'?
Yeah.
Who's Kallie Leeds' costar
Perv asking the questions?
It was me.
You?
So you're the man
asking the questions.
I'm a heavy smoker.
So it's a one-woman
operation, huh?
You find the girls, you ask
them questions, you film it...
- you get off on it?
- That's right.
Why is that so
hard to believe?
I'm a modern woman.
I do it all.
Now, where's my soda?
You promised you'd
get me a soda.
Let her sit for
a couple of days.
Maybe she'll have
a change of heart.
But what if Kallie's
still alive,
being held out
there somewhere?
Then Goldie will
lead us to her.
And in the meantime, we
wait for that to happen?
What if Goldie's
not the killer?
We just wait for the next
girl to show up dead?
In the meantime, get a warrant
for Goldie's juvie records,
your buddy, Judge Elliot,
gets to court at 700.
You and me, we'll
have a talk with him.
I think I'll go back to
her mom and have a talk.
What's gonna change
from yesterday?
She's been a murder
cop, what, six years?
So what? She's good at it.
I've forgotten more convictions
than she'll ever have.
Yeah, well, you're
a lot... a lot older.
Get off me.
You find Kallie?
Go on. Go on.
Live a little.
That's nasty.
Ain't you got any normal
food around here?
Like chips or something?
Might as well be mainlining
8-ball with that stuff.
I don't do none of that.
My body's a temple.
Suit yourself, Bullet.
Man, you look
like a rabbit.
Like some big, hairless,
albino Bugs Bunny.
All right, I'm
cool with that.
See, I like rabbits.
Bugs Bunny's the bomb.
You know rabbits
got three eyelids
and their teeth never
stop growing?
Yeah.
But they can't puke.
Don't got enough
stomach muscles.
Damn.
How you know that?
You watch the
Discovery Channel?
No. I learned it in zoology class in my boarding school.
All right.
Anyway... I gotta jet.
You stay safe out
there, you hear?
Look, I gotta go to work.
I got three blow-dries
back to back.
I told you Kallie's fine.
We're gonna need your
daughter's dental records.
Yeah, well, good
luck with that.
She's never been
to no dentist.
Her teeth are perfect.
Your daughter's a prostitute.
Are you aware of that?
It's just a phase.
She'll grow out of it.
I just started this new job,
and the owner's a
real prick, so...
Sit down.
Excuse me I don't have to
hear this in my own home.
Yeah, you do, actually.
Sit down. I'm not
done with you.
Are you a virgin?
This is where your daughter
was three days ago.
Why are you crying,
little girl?
Do you recognize his voice?
Does your daughter
have a pimp?
Did she ever mention
somebody named Goldie?
Her friend Bullet said
Kallie was on her way here
the night she disappeared
when she couldn't get
a bed at the shelter.
Thought maybe she
would crash at home.
What?
I told her I had
somebody coming over.
My boyfriend.
So she did come
here that night?
I locked the door,
and she knocked...
and I didn't answer.
So she went away.
Look, the last time that
she was here, she stole $100,
and I didn't see her
for days, all right?
So if we're done here,
I.. I got to go to work.
See you at the hotel,
all right?
Joaquin Phoenix
didn't go to school.
I mean, he lived on the
streets panhandling.
You know, and
he lived free.
What are we doing here?
I thought we were
going to the office.
I need to talk.
I got bad news.
Your piss test
came back dirty.
That's impossible!
What can I say?
The dye don't lie.
I've been totally
clean, I swear!
Look, I... I can't
go back to juvie.
I'm supposed to go
to LA next month.
I got my headshots and
my hair and everything.
I got plans!
Come on, man.
You know I've been
keeping clean, right?
You kids.
You're all the same.
No sense of responsibility.
No sense of decency,
or how your actions
affect those around you.
Not that.
Get in the back.
Take your pants down.
No... I don't do that.
I'm... I'm not gay.
Neither am I.
Your antibiotic.
Doc says you got to
take it twice a day
or you're gonna get some
kind of infection.
Come on, will you
just take it?
That's second-level
shit right there.
Not a smart move, Seward.
You're not careful,
you are gonna get an infection.
And you're gonna
have pus coming out
of your willie
or some damn thing.
Shut it, Hill!
Pus coming out
of your willie.
What's he think
you got, the clap?
You right about them antibiotics, though.
I never take them myself.
They give you the runs.
I remember I had green pus
coming out of my ear once.
They ass didn't want
to give me no Q-tips,
so I started digging.
You know how I know
you're not innocent?
It's because you never
shut up about it.
It's quoting your transcript,
talking about your lawyers
going over your evidence,
just on and on and on
about how you're
gaming the system.
Well, an innocent man
doesn't need to game nothing
because he knows the truth,
and the truth is that we've
all got a death sentence...
whether you're
innocent or guilty.
I don't know what the hell
you're talking about, Spartacus.
See, it's the innocent
man that gotta speak up
because it's the
only hope we got.
Hope. Hope's the same as faith.
That bitch will kill you
faster than this place will.
Off of dental records,
we've gotten seven
positive IDs so far.
The killer is not particular
about the race of his victim.
The only consistencies
are gender and age range.
Okay, you two got a connect
between the porn tapes
and our dead girls?
We're still trying to ID
the male voice on the tapes.
And although we haven't
positively ID'd her body,
our missing girl,
Kallie Leeds,
fits the profile of
our known victims.
So the mother confirmed
the daughter is missing.
No. In fact, her mom saw her that night around 1:00 AM.
They locked her
out of the house.
So, the girl
is not missing.
She is, we believe.
She made one of those porn
tapes the night she disappeared.
At the Queens Motel.
We got a bunch of pervs
and the owner, Margery Dips.
We believe she's
protecting the film-maker.
Unless you have specific charges beyond solicitation, Lieutenant,
my office suggests you cut
your johns and junkies loose.
The DA's focusing on Dips.
She's the big fish.
Connect it to the kiddie porn.
Agreed. Okay.
That pimp that we
stimulated and let roam.
Sheldon Goldie Willis.
Has an impressive
arrest history
for pandering
and statutory rape.
Just opened up
his juvie records,
and I'm liking
him more and more.
Age 15 while attempting
to rape an 11-year-old,
Goldie held a
knife to her throat
and threatened to cut her
ear to ear if she moved.
Still got eyes
on his residence?
Been holed up
for the last 24.
He's got to make
a move eventually.
So far, we don't have
any tangible connection
between Goldie and
our dead girls.
Besides the fact that they're
hookers and he's a pimp?
Okay, that's it.
I want shift reports around
the clock, every 24 hours.
These are the screen
grabs of all the girls
from the porn tapes.
Sorry it took so long.
Any matches to
our dead girls?
No. Sorry.
Thanks.
Hey, Holder, come here.
What do you think?
Maybe.
Wait.
Yeah.
Same guy, same place,
Queens Hotel.
Maybe Vice can
help us ID him?
It's gonna be tough.
Both this girl and Kallie
were with him... both are dead.
Until we got a body,
Kallie Leeds ain't a victim.
Just heard from Nance.
Goldie's on the move.
Let's go.
You know how many rivers
down the wall of my cell?
322.
I know this because I count
them all every single day.
Day in, day out.
It never changes.
I mean, this is what I do.
You know?
You really are Spartacus.
How come you
ain't got no ink?
Ain't got no tats or nothin'.
You want to see my tattoos?
This here's my
Mexican mafia tattoo.
Black guerillas.
Ah, and this...
my daddy gave me.
The day I was sentenced
to Cedar Creek.
Adult gen pop.
I was 16.
He took a baseball
bat to my head.
Beat the hell out of me.
Said his son wasn't
ever gonna be a pussy.
I'd go in a man,
and I'd stay a man
till the day I died.
Yeah?
And how is that
working for you?
Thought you were
off the shiz.
Lyric know you're using
her money for that?
You oughta be
sellin' your own ass
if you're gonna use her
scratch to get loaded.
Ain't your PO making you test?
I ain't going back there.
Ever.
What's wrong?
Just leave me alone.
Yo, Twitch.
Twitch!
Twitch, where you going!
Do you recognize this voice
from any of your Vice jobs?
This looks home-grown.
Most of the hard candy we find
is a little more professional.
We're looking
for a connection
between the guy asking the
question and the killer's vics.
We've got at least one,
maybe two matches.
I don't... I don't recognize
any of these... films...
and I've seen a lot
of this amateur crap.
But this girl.
I know her.
Yeah?
Tiffany something or other.
Picked her up last
week for solicitation.
She's alive?
And kicking.
So, what was his name...
the guy who made the video?
I don't know.
That was a long time ago.
So, tell me what
you do remember.
He was white.
Kind of short.
Nice enough, said I
reminded him of Rihanna.
Where'd you meet him?
On the street.
Like how I meet
everyone else.
And what kind of
car did he drive?
I don't know.
What happened after you
made the video with him?
He let me stay in
that motel room.
It was raining.
He bought us some Carl's Jr.
let me have his fries.
- Mama!
- It was nice.
Mama.
Hey, baby.
Mama's coming.
He was one of
the good ones.
Wait for him to come out.
Number 314, you got
eyes on the suspect?
Yeah, we got eyes on Goldie.
Over.
You don't have to be
so hard on Linden, man.
She's not that bad.
Here's the thing.
Linden's never
worked sex crimes,
has no idea how
these people think.
I teach the freakin'
class on this.
You've given this an awful
lot of thought, Carl.
Yeah, well...
Got 23 years
in this bureau.
She's been handling dead
bodies for like a minute.
Want to put your
career in her hands?
What the hell
you talking about
I'm not putting my
career in anyone's hands.
There he is.
Who's that with him?
It's a woman.
Suspect is leaving
Yasler Terrace,
heading east on Sherman.
He is not alone.
He's got an unidentified
woman in the car.
He's headed to the dump site.
We need all available units
in the West Seattle area.
Suspect is heading towards the
retention pond off Grover Road.
He has an unidentified
female in the vehicle.
Copy that.
What the hell is he doing?
Yo! I got an official
announcement.
My name is Goldie Willis.
This is my mom,
and I'm the serial killer.
Goldie Willis
ain't no pied piper,
leading little girls
to their death.
They're not even telling
you about this other girl
that's missing that
could be in the hands
of the real killer right now.
- How old is she?
- How long has she been missing?
Sorry, we don't have
anything for you right now.
We don't have any comment.
This all goes back, of course,
to the 17 girls
who have been killed
and the possibility another
teen may now be missing
and could be the
latest victim...
There you are.
What happened to
you last night, baby?
Yeah, I waited up for you.
You never even called.
Sure.
I can go tonight.
You should have
seen Hill and Seward
out there in the yard
today yukking it up.
Regular A-hole
buddies now.
Gonna have to think what
I'm gonna do about that,
'cause I don't like it.
How'd it go with
the medication?
Yeah. Fine. No problem.
Good.
What's the
matter with you?
Nothing.
Double shift.
Just... psyching
myself up to go home.
Donna keeps asking me
questions about this place,
and... I just don't
want to talk about it.
Well, how about this?
You come to my place,
you get a beer.
I live three miles away.
Talk to Donna and
the kid tomorrow.
No point in going
home anyway. Let's go.
I just need one more bag.
No, you don't.
Smurf says Nico's
selling at Freeway Park.
Freeway park?
You're not going
to Freeway Park.
Hey, yo, watch it, dick!
Hey!
That's Tank's park.
He don't own the park.
He'll straight
murder you, fool!
Twit... Twitch.
Damn it.
Lyric is probably waiting
for you back at the hotel.
Let's just go
back there, okay?
Hey, yo, spare some change?
No. Get lost!
- Douchebag!
- Hey, hey.
Hey, you piss off, man!
Just let it go.
Twitch.
I hope you like it spicy.
Frank loves his
chili fierce.
Thank you.
Can't keep it in.
Finally a line
change is in order.
Frank Jr., come
on in here.
Have dinner with your dad.
I'm doing homework.
Frankie, get in here.
Got an algebra
test tomorrow, dad.
Kid's smart.
He gets A's in everything,
not like the old man.
Going out for
football next year.
Oh, yeah I played
high-school football.
I was a defensive tackle.
Well, you got the
shoulders for it.
Annie.
Get me a couple beers.
Those are the last ones.
You know what I got a
half one. I'm good.
What, are you kidding me?
We're just getting started.
I got a couple
cases in the garage.
I... Really, I'm...
He never has anyone over.
Especially a Green Tag.
Yeah, well, I don't...
I don't mean to intrude.
No. No, it's good
for Frank Jr.
to see his dad laugh... occasionally.
I mean, well, you
know how it is.
You guys are gone
all the time,
and then, you know, when
you're home, it ain't much fun.
Yeah.
I know how that is.
And these double shifts...
I mean, they're
hell on a marriage.
Most nights he's gone, I
sleep right here on the couch.
I hate sleeping in
that bed... alone.
Hey.
Don't fool me
for a minute.
Seward didn't take his
medication, did he?
No.
I tried, but he... he
just wouldn't do it.
Twitch. Twitch!
Come on! Twitch!
Hey, bitches, stay
out of our park!
Ain't your park, A-hole.
Punk-ass queers!
Yo, who you calling
a queer, bitch?
Yo, you and your
dog-faced midget!
Yo, bite me!
Screw you.
Twitch, turn and bail.
Come on, man,
this is crazy.
Tank's gonna kill you.
Pussy.
You know what Fine,
get yourself killed!
This here is my park!
Twitch.
Twitch!
These cops here,
they've brought me in three times on bogus charges...
You mind telling me what
the hell happened out there?
Following the suspect.
You let this clown hijack
your investigation.
The public's panicking.
I've got the
Mayor on my ass
about finding
some pied piper...
who now has a nickname,
thanks to your pimp.
Loo, it was your idea
to cut him loose.
I thought it
was a good idea.
At least now the
scumbag's behind bars.
Yeah.
You, you have any
good news for me?
No.
Swell.
Chief.
This is just...
great.
Great.
I just talked to
this girl, Tiffany,
who was one of
the porn actors.
She's alive, huh?
There goes your find the porn
maker, find the killer theory.
She says she can't
remember the film-maker,
but I don't buy it.
I'm pretty sure they had
some sort of relationship,
and I want to
know who he is.
But he didn't kill her.
What's your
theory about that?
I got a feeling my girl
knows more than she's saying.
I want to have
another go at her,
and I could use your help.
For God's sake.
You know what?
You should go over that
list of johns arrested
for beating up prostitutes.
See if any of them has
any connections to
medical facilities.
That'd be a better use of
your time, wouldn't it?
Carl, why are
you still here?
What?
What are you doing here?
I mean, really.
Haven't you ever wondered
why you never made sergeant?
I'll tell you why.
Because 23 years of experience,
and all you are is in the way.
I'm talking to
Skinner about her.
She's going 5150 on us.
Yo, Linden.
I'm coming with you.
But I'm driving.
Twitch?
Oh, my God.
What happened?
Dickhead went lookin'
to score in Freeway Park.
Got his ass kicked.
Look at me.
I can't go to
LA like this.
Such a joke.
You know what I'm gonna do
I'm... I'm gonna go
to the drugstore
and get some stuff...
to put on that... cut.
And...
then I'll get some ice
from the liquor store
and some band-aids...
and some popsicles.
Popsicles?
For your lip.
They'll make you
feel better, baby.
I don't like orange.
Okay.
Then strawberry.
They always got strawberry.
It's gonna be okay, baby.
I told you, I don't
remember his name.
Look at this girl.
Janice Gibbs.
14 years old.
Had her head
nearly cut off.
And... and Marla Ritter.
17 years old.
Just had a baby when he
drug her out to the field
and raped her.
What you want me
to do about it?
Each one of these girls
sat in that hotel room,
answered those same questions,
and then was given a happy meal, just like you were.
That's what men
like this do.
They make you think
that you're special,
that you're the only one,
but it's not true.
Get out of my house.
It's too bad you grew up,
got old and pregnant.
What would he think
if he saw you now?
What that grown
man did to you...
it's not right.
Taking that from a kid.
He didn't take
anything from me!
He fed you.
Said you were pretty.
I was.
Still are.
I mean, look at you.
You got it going on, girl.
Any man who would
want to dump you
because you grew up into
a fine young woman...
is crazy.
Why would you want to
protect a man like that?
The man says if you
want to be happy,
free your heart from hatred and
free your mind from worry.
Like that's gonna work.
I mean, it does for me.
Every time I get a
janky-ass thought,
I just think about
something else.
Like what?
Like, I name all 50 states
and try to find one
that make me feel good.
Detroit.
My dad took me to a
club there once,
and I heard James Brown.
Man was like 70 years old
but could do a back flip,
drop into the splits,
and come up singing.
Detroit's not a state.
That's not the point.
Time to take your
medication, convict.
Attaboy.
Open 209.
- What's up, man?
- Take the pill.
Be trippin', man.
Hey, man, don't
take that pill.
Okay.
Take your damn pill.
Screw them, man.
Don't even take that pill.
It's up to you, convict.
I got nowhere to go.
Aah!
Like I said,
I got nowhere to go.
I knew you'd
see it my way.
Put him back in 209.
I could have taken more.
You didn't have
to give in.
You let them win.
They won a long time ago.
Joe Mills.
Joseph.
So, what'd you say
to Carl, anyway?
Nothing.
He's gonna hate you.
Not as much as
he hates you.
I can't guarantee you're
gonna make sergeant
by working with me.
What makes you think
I need your help?
I hate to say it,
Linden, but so far,
none of this porn stuff seems to lead back to Trisha Seward.
I know.
If Seward didn't
kill his wife,
we're running out
of time to prove it.
How we doing on Mills?
Searching.
What's up with
that ADA anyway?
You two a thing?
You jealous?
Son of a bitch!
Mills?
We took him in last
night at Hotel Mama's.
Cut him loose six hours ago.