The Killing

How long do you think until you can ID all the girls?

Well, we're working on it, but who's to say.

If you'd found them sooner, there wouldn't be so much animal activity.

They'd still have their faces.

What about Lieutenant Skinner? Why haven't you started on him?

Deputy commissioner said he wanted to attend the autopsy.

Wants me to wait. Politics, I guess.

Once the deputy com signs off, I want a copy of the full autopsy.

Forensic and ballistic evidence on Skinner.

- You got it? - Okay.

Reddick's got nothing.

He's got everything.

It's all circumstantial.

There's no way he can prove those bullets came from my gun. Nothing has changed.

We should keep working our case, focus on Margaret. We'll be fine.

That's Kallie.

That's her earring.

Look at me.

It's our word versus his.

We stay focused, we keep our stories straight and our mouths shut,

we get through this.

- Dad? Dad? - Bethany.

- Get away. Oh, my God, Dad! - Sweetheart.

- Bethany. Shh. - Dad! Dad!

Dad! Oh, my God, Dad.

Get her out of here. Get her out of here.

- Linden, where the hell are you going? - Daddy.

Daddy.

I'm a police officer, get out of my way.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but we've been given strict orders.

Colonel Rayne, I have some questions for you!

Detective, get ahold of yourself.

You can only hide behind these walls for so long.

This is private property, do I need to get a restraining order to keep you away?

Your car was spotted at a gas station between here and the Stansbury house

the night of the murder.

So that's why you've been harassing me?

And I know you sat outside the Stansbury house late at night, early in the morning.

I saw pictures of your car. What were you doing there?

What do you think I've been doing there, Detective?

You tell me.

Your desperation is understandable.

But I find it sloppy and pathetic that a woman in your position

lets her emotions compromise her judgment so easily.

I'm getting a warrant.

When I come back here I'm taking you down.

Colonel Rayne wants to see you, cadet.

Enter.

Ma'am.

- Good morning, cadet. - Good morning, ma'am.

I'm sorry about last night. I was...

I overreacted.

Thank you for helping me see the situation for what it was.

Of course.

Your state of mind was completely understandable

considering the circumstances.

I'm happy to know that you have moved past it.

I don't know if you're aware,

but tomorrow is Family Day for first-year cadets.

If you feel

uncomfortable about attending any of the activities

- and would like to be excused... - No, ma'am. I'm fine.

Kyle...

if you would like to talk further about

what happened last night or anything else,

you know you can talk to me. About anything.

I know that, ma'am, but I'm okay.

Very well, then.

Dismissed, cadet.

Get the fuck out of here.

I know you put those plans in my textbook.

And that gun on my desk.

You don't know shit.

I know more than you think I do. It's coming back, all of it.

Everything that happened that night is coming back to me.

I totally don't believe you.

But if you did remember, you wouldn't be butt buddies with AJ.

You still don't remember what he did to you that last fucking Family Day?

What are you talking about?

Why don't you go look at that picture of your mom.

See if you remember why we all got one.

Bang, you're dead.

- What do you got? - Where the hell you been?

Did you get anything on Margaret's car? Come on, Holder.

Been chasing paper on Margaret all morning.

Cell phone records? Bank statements?

I've gone through it all. None of the usual red flags, but I did find this.

Philip Stansbury's credit card records cross-referenced with Margie.

Past couple of years, they got corresponding out of town hotel bills.

Olympia, Portland, Vancouver.

Same cities, same dates.

They were having an affair.

Sounds like a bunch of out-of-town fuck fests to me.

You put in for a warrant to impound her car, right?

I haven't heard back yet.

What the hell's taking so long?

We have more than enough PC. Call them back.

- Now. - All right, chill, Linden.

Do some push-ups or something.

Yeah, it's Detective Holder, badge 4592.

Yeah, I put in for a warrant this morning.

Yeah, that's the one.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Yeah, whatever, whatever.

It was denied.

That's bullshit.

I'll have to re-file.

Where are you going?

Linden.

Caroline, we need a warrant approved. Right now, it can't wait.

Excuse me for a moment. I'm sorry.

What are you doing here?

One of our warrants was denied, and we need to know what the hell's going on.

Never happened to us before. Doesn't add up, we got the PC.

- Which judge denied it? - Chamberlain.

Okay. I'll see what I can do.

I'll make some calls in the morning, try to find out what his reasoning was.

No, we can't wait. It can't be tomorrow, it needs to be right now.

We just got hit with 10 more bodies in the Pied Piper case.

Not to mention your Lieutenant Skinner being found dead.

Things are a little crazy right now.

If you don't want to help us do our job, you can just say that.

Hey, Linden, chill.

I'll do what I can to help you, but it'll have to wait. I'm sorry.

What is her problem?

Just do what you can.

How long is Jack in town?

Until tomorrow night.

Maybe you should go spend some time with him.

You know? Go get a burger or something.

What's that supposed to mean?

You need to calm the fuck down, Linden.

You can't be running around burning the only bridges we got left.

We're not gonna get through this.

I thought you wanted to solve this case.

I do.

You can't steamroll Caroline like that.

And we need her help.

Whatever.

Give me the keys.

It's my car. I don't want you smoking in it.

She's here, right?

I saw the bodies on the news.

They have my little girl too, right?

They found her?

She's at the morgue.

Can I see her?

That's not a good idea.

I just want to say goodbye.

I just wanna talk to her, I got so many things I gotta tell her.

I need to see her. I need...

I need to see her face just one more time. She's...

You can't.

- Fuck you, you can't stop me. - There's nothing left to see.

She doesn't even have a face anymore.

She doesn't look like a human being.

You want to see that?

Wanna say goodbye to that? Let's go, come on, let's go.

Let's go say goodbye to Kallie. Let's go.

You have no right!

No right.

Gotta love that feeling.

It's a rough case. We've all been there.

No, no, no, that's not what I meant.

You know that feeling, that moment...

that split second

when you look across the table at your guy

and they still think they got away with it?

But you know it's over.

I know.

Skinner was the Pied Piper.

It's Bethany's ring.

Photos of Skinner's car following Adrian.

Your gun conveniently being stolen.

I know you and Holder were both out at the lake that night.

You pulled the trigger, didn't you?

I've misjudged you.

You're even more incompetent than I thought.

Because if you had anything more than this fucked-up, made-up story,

I'd be in cuffs right now.

It's only a matter of time until I get proof.

The bad guys all make mistakes.

Ask your partner.

Only reason we dredged the lake

is because Holder blabbed

at a NA meeting about what you two did.

It's always the one with the conscience.

That's messed up, AJ.

It's a standing order. Always.

And if she don't like it, you just bend her over and yell, "Fire in the hole!"

Every single time.

I just got off the phone with one of the ADAs

who used to clerk for Judge Chamberlain.

Apparently, the judge is an alum and large contributor to St. George's,

and he's not the only one.

Just go to another judge. I mean, there's dozens of them.

Yeah, sure, but you'd be committing career suicide.

You go behind his back,

Chamberlain will make sure that no judge ever signs a warrant for you again.

The head of St. George's filed a formal complaint with the DA