The Killing (2011–2014): Season 3, Episode 7 - Hope Kills - full transcript

What these kids go through
on a day-to-day basis

is bad enough without this --
this madman out there.

And what are they calling him?
The Pied Piper?

It's ridiculous.

Angie Gower came here once.

Are you sure she didn't
come back again?

Well, you're welcome
to search the place.

Check our logs.
She's not here.

It's mostly girls, Pastor.

Not a lot of boys up there.
Why is that?

Girls like getting
their picture taken.



They're just kids
in so many ways.

Yeah.

They're more vulnerable
than the boys.

But that's probably obvious.

Do you have any photos
of the girls

who passed through here
3, 3 1/2 years ago?

Uh, I might.
I can look.

You know, any way I can help,
I want to, of course.

What's the attraction?

Excuse me?

To working with kids, I mean.

Nobody misses them...
or goes looking for them.

They're the throwaways
of the world.

That's what
the killer's thinking, too --



easy prey,

fallen angels,
looking to be saved.

I don't think that man out there
is looking to save anyone.

If you have those photos...

Yeah.

I'm sorry I can't offer
more help about Angie.

You know, this house is
a sanctuary for kids like her.

If she does come by,
I'll let you know.

I'm sure we'll be in touch.

Twitch.

Baby.

Where you been?

Out.

We were just, um --

Whatever. I mean, uh,
I don't want to know.

Twitch, come on, please.

Don't make such a big deal
out of it.

Huh?
You need a piece, fine.

You think I don't got ass
all over the city?

I just got done scamming
some rich bitch.

I'm talking old, like 40.

Giving it to her all day
in her fancy condo,

getting fed steak and wine,

said she would take me shopping
and get whatever I want.

Yeah, whatever.

You just been on your knees
like everybody else.

Nah, you're the queer.

Eat me.

Hell, no.
I got standards.

Why are you
always such a jerk?!

Hey, hey.
I hate you!

Get off me, you bitch!

And this is my place!
I hate you!

And I don't want
to live with you!

Okay.

Come on, Lyric.
Let's go.

Ugly-ass bitches,
you get out of here!

There's nothing on ViCAP
or CODIS

for Pastor Mike Sheehan.

He's never even gotten
a parking ticket.

Just 'cause
he didn't get caught

doesn't mean
he ain't a pervert.

Everyone's out looking
for Angie --

must be why this place is tomb.

80% of our dead girls
passed through Beacon Home.

He's looking at these girls,
day in, day out.

It's just too much for him.

So he creates this world
around his hunger.

Beacon Home's a perfect setup.

He gets to look
at his victims all day.

It's lot of work
for access to kids

that aren't hard
to get access to.

It's not about access.

It's about him trying
to save them.

Man of God?

It's a lie.

It's a coward's refuge.

Opiate of the masses.

I thought you liked
opiate of the masses.

Not everyone needs
that N.A./A.A. blah, blah.

You know I been clean
for almost two years now?

Good for you.
That's great.

Not everyone finds
their salvation

in some stank-ass basement

with a bunch
of old booze hounds.

I'm gonna get some sleep.

You should, too.

See you in few hours.

Mm.

Cody?

What are you doing here?

I was waiting for you.

How else was I supposed
to see you?

You don't answer your calls.
I want to talk, Sarah.

I'm really sorry, but I can't
get into it right now, okay?

Let's talk tomorrow.

You haven't been home in three
nights. Where have you been?

Have you been sitting
outside my house?

Why does everything get to be
on your terms? Huh?

You just decide something
out of the blue, and that's it?

All right, you need to go home.

Is this how you were
in that other life of yours?

Is this the way
you treated people?

It's no wonder you don't have
anyone in your life.

You need to understand
something,

because it's the best answer
you're going to get.

I was pretending to be something
that I wasn't with you.

And now it's over.

Let go of me,

because you
really don't want me

to tell you a third time
how things are.

Damn, those pearly whites
I just seen?

Didn't even know you had teeth.

I thought fangs, maybe.

Ha, ha, ha.
You funny, Bugs.

Where's your Kmart suit?

Being pressed by Versace
since he fabricated it.

Something just stunk up
the air.

Do you smell it?

It smells like pork.

That ain't a smell, wee one.

That's salary and purpose.

Oh.

Watch yourself.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Oh, these pigs!
How do you do?

Fine.

Come on.

Let's go.
He's -- he's a cop.

That's just bugs.
Got him under my thumb.

Hurry up.

Ooh, "Hurry up."

Bullet's got herself
a little love bunny.

What's her name?

Delilah? Jezebel?

Oh, shut up, asswipe.

It's Lyric.

Lyric.

What are you doing
trolling my crib

this time of night for, anyway?

The guy who runs
the Beacon Home, Pastor Mike --

what's up with him?

Man, don't even.
It's not him.

Not him, what?

What do you mean, what?
He's not the killer.

He's like the only guy in
Seattle who's not a pedophile.

Man, you pulled off
some wizardry.

Your little mama's
full-on magnetized

to your skinny ass.

You know, I had me
a whole stable

when I was a young one.

So if you need
any tips or tricks...

...I'm your man.

You're saying you leave your lady
fulfilled at the end of the night?

Believe that.

You sure I shouldn't be
teaching you

how to holla
at the shorties, punk?

Whatever.

I mean, you can be
as smooth as Velveeta,

but at the end of the day, you
got to take care of your girl.

Protect her, you know?
Keep her safe.

This ain't no kind of crib.

You be safe, Bullet.

Like the music?

You know what that is, Ray?

You still got a job?

Why wouldn't I?

You let the kid die
on your shift.

Wasn't my fault.

How many times you got to tell
yourself that before you believe it?

Just the once.

Running out on your shift.

I'd have to guess family.

Wife and kid doing okay,
Frankie?

Everybody healthy?

Yeah?
Problems with the old lady?

Uh-oh.

Really? The wife?

Hmm?

She stepping out on you?

That's hard, buddy.

Um, so,
when you left your shift

and you left the kid to die,

had you just heard about it,

or did you walk in on your
wife banging some other guy?

You sure you want to die
like this, Ray...

dangling from a rope?

Oh, you don't know
what that sound is?

They're building a gallows
just for you, buddy.

You know that
if the weight's off, Ray,

the length of the rope
is off even an inch,

it makes the difference between
strangling to death slowly

and snapping your neck quick.

Either way, you shit yourself.

Got to die
wearing a diaper, Ray.

Ain't that hell of a way
to check out?

Ray. Ray.

It's still up to you, you know,

in how you go out.

You decide how to exit
this world.

Do not tell me
to calm down!

Look, my daughter is in there!

I came in here calm.

I came in here calm,
and that didn't work,

and you're, like --
Excuse me. Excuse me.

My daughter is in there.
I found these in her things.

- Look, I'm sorry, you cannot be in --
- Look, bed lottery tickets.

- You can't -- listen, you cannot --
- This is -- Kallie! Do not -- Get off of me!

- Get off of me.
- You cannot be in here. Listen.

- Kallie!
- I-I know Kallie, okay?

She is not here, I promise you.

Would you mind?

Just have a seat.

Look, I'm sorry, I --

It's just she's missing,

and I'm trying to find her,

and I'm trying to figure out
who she was.

I didn't even know she read,
let alone science fiction.

But w-why would she
have to stay here?

Couldn't she go someplace else?

Uh, well, uh,

these kids don't have
a lot of options.

Uh, they sleep under bridges,
in abandoned buildings,

and some of them walk
the streets all night.

Kallie took classes here, too,
sometimes.

Cosmetology was her favorite.

Yeah?

And hairstyling.

I do hair.

I have this chair at our house,

and she used to play around
on it when she was little.

Yeah, well, I guess that's why.

She's still out there.

Yeah?
God tell you that?

Kallie is a tough girl.

A survivor.

Yeah. She is.

Everyone knows.
Is that it?

That kid died.

We should have had eyes on him.

You should have.

You got no idea
what I was dealing with.

Whatever.

My son called me,

said his mother was missing,

and she'd been gone for hours.

She was at a bar
with some guy --

not the first time.

And my boy's looking at me
like I'm some chump.

Everybody knows.

Everybody knows,
even the damn cons.

I got to get to post.

We scoured
every scabies-ridden motel,

S.R.O., and warehouse
in the city.

No luck finding Joe Mills
or nine-fingered Angie.

If they're holed up somewhere,

they got to come up
for air, cash.

Get eyes on all these cab routes
Mills drove

and shake down
the teen shelters again.

Just do it again --
that's all we can do.

Hey.
Hi, um, I found this outside

that place the kids stay at,
the, um, Beacon Home.

Where, exactly?

Uh, I found it on my car,

what, right after I talked
to the priest.

Pastor Mike?
Yeah.

You think it's got
something to do with Kallie,

like maybe he's lying
and he knows where she's at?

Did you see anyone
in the vicinity of your car,

or maybe somebody watching you

in the home or on the street?

It's okay.
This is gonna help us.

You'll let me know, right,

like, if you find something
out, like, right away?

Yeah, I will.
I promise.

Okay, thank you.
Yeah.

Whoever left that note
wants to be found.

True, but they're not gonna get
caught out in the open

talking to us about her,
not about their beloved pastor.

You hungry?
No, we're not here to eat.

Suit yourself.
I'm hungry.

How can I help you?

Uh, give me a Hawaii
with no ham,

extra pineapple --
cold pineapple.

- Don't be stingy on it, man.
- Okay.

Holder.

I remember you.

You were looking for Bullet.
Did you ever find her?

I saw Bullet last night.

Guess she and Lyric
hooked up, huh?

Yeah, the Lyric drama.

Were you at Beacon Home today?

You left this note?

We want to help.
It sounds like you do, too.

What's Pastor Mike lying about?

I had bed at Beacon.

I went out
on the roof to smoke.

It was like 4:00 A.M.

And I seen her in the alley --

that girl that got away
from that killer,

lying there like she was dead.

But she was just out of it,
all cut up and bleeding.

I called him, told him.

Said he was nearby, in his car.

He was in his car
at 4:00 in the morning?

He got there right away.

And as soon as he pulled up,

that girl --

she started screaming
and ran off.

What did Pastor Mike do then?

He got back in his car
and chased after her.

He came back to Beacon
an hour later.

He was alone, and...

...he...

he had blood
all over his shirt.

I got to go.

I'm gonna have this view
from my house one day,

with all glass ceilings
so you can see the sky.

Pastor Mike told me

about these apartments
the government runs.

Just give them 200 bucks,
and they help you with the rent.

You just got to fill out
the paperwork

and get a job and stuff.

Hey.

What are you thinking?

That you're beautiful.

I've been totally in love
with you.

Really?

It's gonna come down tonight,
the rain.

We can't walk
the night out again.

Come on.

I'll find us a place.

Yeah, I know.

I have faith.

According to our witness,

he had contact
with Angie Gower.

- The pastor?
- Yeah.

Why isn't he just the guy
that took her to the vet?

Then what's he lying
about it for?

'Cause he's definitely
running us around.

Look, he attacks her
in the park, she gets away,

he catches up with her,
tries to finish the job.

He was already in his car
at 4:00 in the morning

and just minutes away from her.

We have to at least vet him.

He had contact with a lot
of our dead girls.

All right.

Let's get
a full background --

DMV records, birth certificate,
credit history.

But be discreet.

And a search warrant
for his car?

We don't have enough yet.

He attacks them in the car.

That's gonna be
our best chance for evidence.

I'm not gonna smear
a minister's name

over some
street kid's say-so.

So work it if you want
that search warrant.

And get eyes on his car.

I don't want it disappearing
in thin air like Joe Mills.

And what the hell are
you wearing, Holder?

Come on, just for one night.

We'll sleep on the floor.

It's for Lyric, not me.

Okay, you know
how the lottery works.

We're full up
for the next two nights.

How about those government
apartments you told me about?

You think we can get
one of those?

Maybe, but it takes time...

and a deposit.

And it's Sunday,
and the offices are closed.

But if you're serious, then --
Look, look, look.

It's her psycho stepdad, okay?

He figured out where she is,

and he's like, crazy, full on,

screaming he's got a gun.

Let me think of something.

Give me some skin, P.M.
you the man.

I told them cops to lay off.

I mean, they're totally
on the wrong track.

What do you mean?

I mean, they think that girl
came here, and she didn't.

Right?

Yeah. That's right.

Cool.

I got to jam.

Get on.

You got to be weighed.

We need it to measure
the counterweight.

Counterweight --
that's a nice word.

Looking forward to it, Evan?

I'm not on the execution team.

Why not? Hmm?

Don't like a good show?

Huh?

I don't have time for this.

Get on the scale.

Get on.

Just give me a second.

Look, they get
your weight right,

your neck will break
like it's supposed to.

You won't feel any pain.

Seward, look at me.

Get on, or I will put you on.

Yeah, we've got eyes on him.

We'll let you know if he moves.

If you light it, it's gonna
start raining again.

It's true.

Jack still knows I smoke.

Yeah, well, you ain't
exactly Houdini

with them smokes, Linden.

He wants me to move to Chicago.

Chicago P.D.'s
a storied institution.

It's good police.

Cold as hell.

What's holding you back?

It ain't that boyfriend
of yours.

I'm just a hire-back.

Temporary police.

You dodged that.

So what's going on
with Mr. Boatman Cody?

What?
He hurt your feelings?

I'll beat his ass.
Just say the word.

No, he got, uh, too attached,
I guess.

I didn't mean for that
to happen, but I don't know.

He's just a kid.

Don't even go there.

I guess I wanted to be
that person, you know,

like, living on an island,

working 9:00 to 5:00,
not smoking.

But I...

Sometimes what you get

isn't really what you want.

Where are those smokes?

Detective Holder.

What?

Yeah! Yeah! Whoo!

Thanks.

Report came back on the pastor.

Mike Sheehan died
four years ago.

He's using a fake I.D.

Yeah.

You know what Gary Gilmore's
last meal was, Ray?

Steak and potatoes.

Limit's 15 bucks nowadays,

so you'll probably get
Salisbury steak.

Come on, boss.
You got to pick one.

How long has it been
since your last dessert?

I want my lawyer.
Get him on the phone right now.

What, you change your mind?

You want the needle now, Ray?

You guys are like clockwork,

busting balls
when you get in here --

I want my lawyer!

Deadline's passed, Ray.

- You can't change the execution method now.

I'm sorry.

Salisbury steak it is.

Here you go, buddy.

Holder.

What are you doing?

What the hell?

There's no way to get blood
out of seats like that.

Hey. It's a rental.

Let's get out of here.

Can I help you?

We just have a few more
questions for you

about Angie Gower.

Why you got a rental, Mike?

Excuse me?

Busted up your ride,

racing around town like you got
a Mad Tyte JDM?

I have no idea
what you just said.

Where's your car?

It's in the shop.

Oh, yeah? Which shop?

I'm not sure why that's
any concern of yours.

Angie Gower was seen
in the vicinity of Beacon Home

a few nights ago.

Then she never stepped
inside Beacon,

like I told you.

Now, if that's it --

"In him we have redemption
through his blood,

the forgiveness of sins --"

Ephesians 1:7.

You know your New Testament.

What kind of forgiveness
you looking for, Pastor?

Same kind you are,

all of us are.

Forgiveness is only part
of the verse --

hope of heaven,
and grace to guide us

through trials
and tribulations.

Maybe instead of looking
for grace to guide you,

you should own up to the truth.

Thank you
for your time, Pastor.

We'll get out of your hair now.

You shouldn't have done that, Holder.

Last thing we need is him
on the run, too.

Yeah, I need you to run
a tat for me --

Bible verse,
Ephesians 1:7.

Yeah, call me back
as soon as you get a hit.

Just as good as a print.

Only if he's been
processed before.

Yeah, you keep on staring,
Mikey.

Pastor Mike?

Find everything okay?

Yeah. Thanks for letting us
stay here.

Um, Bullet had to meet
with her P.O.

She'll be a while,

but I swear, swear, swear,

we won't get in your way.

It's no problem.

Just got a hit
on your Bible verse.

Your pastor's been
through the system.

Real name is Mark Elwood.

He did time?

Well, close to it.

Turns out Mark Elwood,
A.K.A. Pastor Mike,

was charged with kidnapping
a 16-year-old girl

in Tempe, Arizona,
six years ago.

The girl got away,
but she O.D.'d before the trial,

so the prosecution
dropped all charges.

Elwood lost his ministry.

He lost all funding
for the kids' shelter

he was running in Arizona.

So Pastor Mark
becomes Pastor Mike,

cruises up the I-5,
finds a new hunting ground,

gets a new alias
and a new bunch of kids --

no problem.

Let's pick him up.

Sorry. I just... got
a little hungry.

It's okay.
Have as much as you like.

Can I ask you something?

What would you have done

if you weren't able
to stay here tonight?

I know your stepfather's
not after you.

That was Bullet's sales pitch.

Don't worry, I'm not angry.

We'd just... find
somewhere in the park,

I guess,
under one of the bridges.

I know what it's like
to be alone.

I've had nowhere to go before,

nowhere to turn.

That's no way to live.

Sometimes you
can't even really remember

how you got there --

it just happens.

You don't even look like
yourself after a while.

You wonder if people notice.

And then you realize

people only see
what they want to see, anyway.

Bullet just called.

She'll be here, like,
any minute now.

Seattle P.D.!
Move! Move! Spread out, spread out!

All right, let's go!

Clear!

Clear!
Clear!

Downstairs dining room --
clear!

Clear!

Clear.

All clear.

We didn't pull the trigger
fast enough.

Tipped him off.
He's gone.

He's not at Beacon Home,
either.

The team just finished the raid.
Must've just missed him.

- How'd you figure that one out, genius?
- I was just saying.

- Shut your stupid little face, huh?
- Hey! Hey, okay!

Everybody out.

Please, everybody.

Out.

He's a coward.

He's preying on the weakest,
wearing that tattoo.

I know who this guy is.

Yeah? What are you
gonna do about it?

Hold it together.

Yeah, you're one to talk
about holding things together.

Okay, you're right,

so maybe you should shut up
and learn something.

You go down this road,
you lose things.

That's how it works.

That's what you've got
to look forward to.

That your girl?

Uh, yeah. I'm just waiting
to talk to a detective.

Me too.

She missing?

So's my daughter.

Seven years now.

We're from Eugene,
but when I heard

these girls showed up
in the woods,

I figured she might have made
her way north.

I thought maybe one of the ones
they still haven't identified yet

could be a match.

Yeah, Kallie's not --
she's not dead.

She's out there, somewhere,
maybe hurt or something.

She always liked to wander.

She just -- just picked up some
bad habits from me, I guess.

Looks like you got
more school photos than me.

Some are age composites

we had done few years ago,

medical files, dental records.

It's just easier to keep them
than keep shuffling them

from police station
to police station --

whoever might have a Jane Doe.

And when they turn up
inconclusive or negative,

you think maybe, just maybe,
she's still out there.

The maybes
are the hardest thing.

Ms. Conrad?
We're ready to see you now.

Straight ahead.

Open it up!

You were wrong about me having
control over anything.

It's too late
to change the method.

I didn't say you had control
over anything. You don't.

I said that it was up to you
how you exited this world.

I was talking about a choice
to forgive yourself, Ray.

Salvation.

Salvation is a place
for everybody,

and there's peace there.

But -- but it's a choice
to go there.

They're done.

Till now, I've just done
lethal injection.

Different than spiking
some convict's vein,

I'll tell you that much.

Now, the bigger the inmate,
the shorter the drop.

A skinny guy needs
more distance to fall,

make sure his neck snaps.

For this one, 165 pounds

gets him six feet, four inches.

Do you pull the lever, dad?

Yeah, well, they got
a whole procedure rigged up.

I noose him --
put the rope around his neck.

You know, I'm breaking the rules
getting you in here,

but, uh, this doesn't come
around that often.

Right and wrong, Frankie --
it's a choice.

Hey.

There's nothing
at the pastor's house.

There's no matching weapon,
no trophies.

If the pastor is good
for these murders --

That still doesn't make him
for Trisha Seward.

Only because we haven't found
the connect yet.

Well, we got the timeline
from the M.E.

All our victims were killed
between June and November 2009.

Uh, Trisha Seward was killed
December 26th.

That's a full month later.

So what?

We know she's different.
Maybe there's a reason.

Like what?

I don't know.

But we have an obligation,
we have a duty,

to stop this execution
if there's reasonable doubt,

and you know it.

Listen, no judge
is gonna issue a stay

based on a maybe, you know?

He didn't do it.

I believe you.

Yeah?

Okay.

They found the pastor's car.

Thank you. Thank you.

We're sweeping
the train station now, sir.

- How many trains left in the last hour?
- 12.

All right, chase them down.

I want officers at the first
stop for each train.

Okay.
This way, sir.

Yeah.

We had him, Linden.

Ashley, Kallie, all of them.

We had him.

I'm going back to headquarters.

I'll get warrants for the train
station's surveillance cams.

He's got to be on one of them.

I'm sorry. We can't make
a statement just yet.

Get out of the way. Let me in!
My girlfriend's in there!

Watch it!
Lyric!

- Hey. Easy. Settle down.
- Lyric!

Drive.