The Killing (Forbrydelsen)

Previously on AMC's The Killing...

Whoever was in that room that night Rosie died works here.

Terry told me about the house.

It could be a fresh start, Mitch.

I can't... I don't want to leave this. I don't want to leave her behind.

Nothing to hide.

Right, nothing but the footage on the broken camera.

Give us the disc.

What the hell is so important you had to talk to me tonight?

Why did you lie to me, Jamie?

Girl: No!

- Get her, get her, get her, get her, get her, get her! - No!

Oh!

Tommy, Denny, come on. Stop playing with your sister.

Go finish packing.

I'm serious. Your dad wants to hit the road.

- Come on. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yo, come on. - This isn't over.

The tickle monster's keeping an eye on you guys.

You have to come camping with us.

- No, guys. - Yes, you do. Yeah.

- Come on, please. Please. - Come on. It'd be so fun.

We're gonna make s'mores. We could go biking.

Next time. Next time, okay?

I promise. Next time.

Go. Go. Go pack up like mom said. Go.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Rosie, honey, I left the number for the campground

here on the refrigerator.

We don't get any reception up there,

so if there's an emergency at all,

you just call that number, okay?

And I want you to promise me

to go straight to Sterling's house

after the dance, and I mean straight.

But...

Rosie, are you listening to me?

Yeah, mom, whatever. I'm not an idiot.

I didn't say that you were.

[ Indistinct talking in distance ]

Stan: Well, I appreciate the apology,

but that's not getting the palettes here five hours ago.

Yeah. Yeah. Fine, yeah!

I'll talk to him.

Yeah, hey. Stan Larsen. Who am I speaking to?

Well, look, like I told your associate,

I still haven't gotten my order.

You're the third person

that I've had to explain this to now.

Yes, order number 52932.

Hello? Yes, I'm still here.

Look, I need somebody-- I need a juggernaut.

52932.

Man: We're almost there, folks! Three more districts!

What are you doing here? This is a private party.

The election results are about to come in--

Where's Jamie Wright?

I don't know.

I saw him at the office before I got here.

What vehicle was he driving?

A campaign car.

- What is going on? - We need APB on a black crown Vic.

- It's a Richmond campaign car. - Do you have any idea where he could be?

It could be any of the plates we got on our list.

He was supposed to be here half an hour ago. So was Darren.

- They aren't answering their cells. - Jamie Wright. Caucasian male in his 30s.

Richmond's not here.

What is going on?

Jamie: What are you doing here?

Ted: I was just chewin' your boss's ear,

telling him how my grandson's

always had a rich sort of imagination.

We got to get to the rally. Everybody's waiting.

Let him finish.

That's right. We're not done here.

He doesn't owe you anything.

Your boss has been tellin' stories about me on the TV.

Lost my leg, all kinds of lies.

Wonder where he got 'em.

- What the hell is wrong with you?! - That's enough. I'm done with this.

You owe me.

You think I didn't figure out

where you really were that night.

Shut up.

The night that girl got herself killed!

Shut up.

Don't walk out on me, Jamie boy.

Jamie, stop. Jerry's waiting for me.

I got a car. I'll take you.

It doesn't make any sense. The campaign is Jamie's life.

Darren's all that matters to him. He'd never hurt him.

Yeah, one of Richmond's campaign cars.

Jerry, is he with you?

Okay.

That was Darren's driver.

He left his phone in the car.

He dropped him off at some house,

- but now he's not there. - What's the address?

Somewhere in Pigeon Point, under a bridge.

That's Jamie's house.

23 Normandy Avenue. Get a car out there right away.

Units are en route.

Jamie, what are we doing here?

I want to show you something.

They're waiting for us at the rally.

This used to be a small logging town.

Just a no-name lumberyard.

Then the fire came, burned everything to the ground.

And from those ashes all this was built, and this place became a city,

and this city-- It's yours now, Darren.

We won.

We did it. We did it.

I got a text from my guy at the polls 10 minutes ago.

Adams is gonna concede within the hour.

We did it.

It's, uh... Yeah, it's nothing.

Why did you lie?

Because you-- You were gonna give up, Darren.

You needed something to believe in.

Why did you lie to the police?

You told them you were with your grandfather the night that--

Look, my grandfather is a drunk!

He's a drunk and a liar! And whatever he said is bullshit!

Where were you the night the Larsen girl died, Jamie?

This-- This election-- This is a--

this is a stepping stone.

But first you had to win. Don't you see, Darren?

I had the perfect plan.

With the Indian bones at the waterfront,

Adams was dead in the water.

You planted those bones?!

- Are you crazy? - Oh, come on!

Get off your soapbox. It was for your own good. The Indians wanted to expand off the island.

Ames was looking for a way out.

I saw an opportunity, and I took it.

Promising what in exchange?

As mayor, you would approve a casino on the waterfront.

What you did with those people was fraud.

It's against everything you believe in, I know!

But, Jesus, Darren, you wanted to win.

And you never learned to make friends

with the people that matter most.

But that's okay. That's why you have me.

Because when you approve this casino,

our coffers will be full for the next run.

And the one after that...

- What happened to the girl? - ...And the next time.

What happened to the girl?

- This is nothing, Darren. - The girl, Jamie!

- This is the beginning. - The girl!

It was an accident!

Jackson: ...Bullshit, big shot.

Michael: Oh, what are you--

You trying to do, scare me?

You said there wouldn't be any screw-ups.

I got the charges dropped. Just calm down.

Hey, it's a speed bump. That's all.

It's taken care of now.

It better be. The bones are buried.

I held up my end of the bargain.

And I guarantee you, Richmond will go along with it.

It's not a problem. We're back on track.

If that's it, let's go.

I want off this damn island already.

We should go out separately, like we always do.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

Answer me.

Nothing.

I didn't see anything. I swear.

Hey.

What the hell is that?

No, no, no. Stop. Be quiet.

Be quiet!

She wouldn't stop screaming.

She wouldn't listen.

I didn't know what to do, Darren.

I tried to reason with her.

I tried so hard to make her understand,

but-- but I panicked.

I panicked.

She was gonna ruin everything.

It was an accident.

She was alive when she went into that lake.

Is that what you call an accident?

What are you doing with my gun?

Man: We got an ID on a Richmond campaign vehicle.

It's been located at the parking lot of city hall.

I thought she was dead.

She wasn't.

She got out of the car...

Ran into the woods.

We had come so far... Too far.