Insomnia

There... there's just nothin' down there. Nothin'.

I haven't seen a building in, like, 20 minutes.

Look at that.

We're not on vacation, Hap, remember.

Cheer up, will ya?

Tell that to her, partner.

Better hang on, guys. It's gonna get rough again.

Whoa.

There goes my lunch.

Detective Eckhart, I'm Detective Ellie Burr.

- Oh, hi. - Nice to meet you. Here, let me help.

- How you doin'? - Good. Good.

"Halibut fishing capital of the world." Okay.

Detective Dormer, it's such an honor to meet you.

I'm Detective Ellie Burr. Welcome to Nightmute.

- Oh. - Got the car right here.

It's so incredible to be working with you, Detective Dormer.

I've followed all of your cases.

Theodore Dineli, Frank Prudhomme, uh, the Ocean Park shootings

and especially the Leland Street murders.

Is that where, uh, Ronald Langley cut you

in the basement of 325 Leland Street?

You certainly did your homework, Detective.

The Leland Street Murders was my case study at the academy.

So I'm gonna just take you guys over to the lodge and drop your bags--

- No, just take us to the station. - Right. We need to get started.

Most homicides are solved by work done in the first 72 hours.

Well, it's 48 hours.

We're a day behind. But who's countin'?

Uh, yes, come in.

They got you behind a desk, huh?

Charlie Bubbles. How ya doin', man?

I haven't seen you boys since, well...

- Hey, Charlie. - I don't know, seven years?

- Eight years. - Seven years? I am old.

Ellie, uh, get everyone in the bullpen.

- I gotta show you off a little. - Nice kid.

- Yeah, loves the job. - Yeah.

You know, when I called Buck for advice on this,

I never actually expected that he'd send you guys up here.

Something about that bullshit you've got

going on down there with Internal Affairs?

- They're moving in, Charlie. - Oh, come on, man.

It's nothing. It's the usual crap.

Buck just figured you could use some help up here.

They got Finn and Kentor on narcotics theft,

Corelli on a bad shooting.

Now the fuckers are wading through files looking for headlines, but, uh...

Yeah, it's gonna blow over.

Got a message here from a guy named Warfield.

IA's pit bull.

He wants to be posted on your movements.

I think you'll find us a bit more straightforward up here.

Good guys, bad guys, but a lot less public relations.

It's simple.

Except for this.

Okay, listen up.

Detectives Dormer and Eckhart on loan from Buck Lundgard.

Los Angeles Robbery and Homicide.

They'll be helping us with the Connell case.

- Helping? - We're damn lucky to have 'em.

Anything they wanna see, you show them. Any place they wanna go, you take 'em.

This is Detective Fred Duggar.

He's been heading up the investigation.

- Well, hello, Fred. - Hi. Pleasure.

- Nice to meet you. - Wanna get right on it?

Alright. You seen what we got?

- Yeah. I wanna start with the body. - You got the report, right?

Well, I wanna see the body for myself.

Okay.

Clear cause of death was herniation

of the brain stem due to intracerebral hemorrhage.

Beaten to death.

- These contusions? - Superficial.

Most of the trauma was to her face and the top of her neck.

- Any signs of rig? - No.

This one covers an older bruise.

- There's an older one here, too. - They're both in the report.

He washed her hair.

Scrubbed her nails.

It's all in the report, Detective.

Doesn't say in the report that he clipped 'em, too.

- She could have clipped them herself. - Nope. No polish on the ends of the nails.

See? She painted 'em herself.

Someone else cut 'em shorter.

Toes, too.

Naked when you found her?

Yeah. Last seen wearing a red paisley dress.

No fibers, flakes, hairs?

We know about forensics work up here.

I told you. Body gave us nothing.

Oh, she gave us plenty.

All this trouble, all this care. Why?

He knew her.

He knows we can connect him to it.

This isn't some random psycho, crime of passion?

Well, I don't know. Maybe. But whatever happened,

his reaction to it wasn't passion.

He didn't panic, didn't chop her up or burn her beyond recognition.

He just thought about what we would be looking for

and then calmly removed all those traces.

No haste, no rush.

Why would he clip the nails after scrubbing them?

Well, manipulating the body. Prolonging the moment.

No mutilation?

- Not this time. - You think there's been others?

No.

But there's gonna be.

This guy, he crossed the line

and he didn't even blink.

You don't come back from that.

Okay.

Let's go find out who Kay was.

Fred said not to touch anything, so, uh, I haven't tidied up yet.

She hates it when I go into her room, anyway.

Thank you, Mrs. Connell.

Mm.

So she went to a party Friday night?

Um, not exactly a party.

It's, um, a local dive where the kids hang out.

- No diary, huh? - We didn't find one.

But her mom did say that she keeps a journal.

Friends said she argued with her boyfriend Friday

and she stormed off just after midnight.

She did, huh?

This is interesting.

Who is this?

Tanya Francke, Kay's best friend.

I wanna talk to her.

Who is Kay Connell?

Who is she?

Is she popular or is she a loner?

Did she like this town?

Did she wanna bolt the first chance she got?

Did she have, uh, dreams?

She knew this guy. We know her. Maybe we can know him.

This is designer. This is expensive.

- The boyfriend, uh, Randy... - Randy Stetz.

- He could afford this? - He's still in high school.

- Well, her mother didn't buy it. - What are we thinkin'?

Oh, I don't know. Uh, stepfather?

- Any rich uncles? - No.

An admirer.

Yeah.

All right, I wanna talk to the boyfriend.

I can get him to the station.

No, no. No. I wanna go to the school where he is in his class.

Pull him out in front of his friends. Catch him off-guard.

I wanna, you know, get people talkin'.

So how far away is the school?

It's ten o'clock, Detective Dormer.

- You bet. - At night.

Oh.

So when does it get dark around here?

Uh, it doesn't.

Not this time of year.

Yeah, I heard about that.

How come you didn't know that, Hap?

- Lower 48. - Lower 48?

You're not from here. I can tell by your walk.

- How's that? - Unsure.

- Huh. - Dormer and Eckhart.

We have a reservation.

Don't be fooled by my friend's frivolous demeanor.

Inside, he's all business.

- Your restaurant still serving? - Yeah. Kitchen's about to close though.

Oh, well, we'll be quick. Thank you.

Thanks.

Well, we got the halibut calabrese,

got the, uh, halibut olympian.

- Keep going. - Halibut cajun style.

Oh, I can't wait to see what they got for dessert.

Natives are getting restless.

- We gotta talk. - No, we don't.

- You just wanna sit tight, huh? - Nothing's changed.

Nothing's changed?

What the fuck do you think we're doing

in the halibut fishing capital of the world, Will?

Buck figured, uh, Charlie could use the help.

Buck figured IA would be coming to me next

and he was right.

Warfield had me locked in his office for three hours yesterday, Will.

Three fuckin' hours.

Hap, he's rattlin' your cage, pal.

That's all.

Me and Trish talked it through

and, uh, I'm sorry, but I gotta cut a deal.

Don't even say this shit to me, Hap.

- You're not gonna be involved. - I'm not?

- No. - Of course, I'll be involved.

You're a goddamn hero. With your reputation, he can't touch you.

My reputation's the whole problem.

I mean, you think Warfield gives a flying fuck

about you shaking down a couple of drug dealers?

You think that's gonna get him his headlines?

He needs the big fish.

He's putting the squeeze on you to get to me.

- It's very simple, Hap. - But you're clean, Will.

I'm a... I'm a good cop, yeah.

But there's always something that they could use,