What the hell, Linden?
What do you want, Holder?
Next time you decide to work my case,
you mind giving me a heads-up?
It's a crime scene. I called the cops.
How'd you find this place?
Sarah?
This is Adrian. I saw him this morning.
He's drawing again. He drew that.
Lieutenant, we got the press vans headed our way.
Just hold them off till I get there.
Copy that.
I'll see you back at the station.
Looks like you found the Seward file.
Now, we've got 17 bodies
in what used to be a retention pond
west of the I-5 near SeaTac.
So far, it's our only dump site, but there could be more.
Initial reports indicate that the killer used the same blade
with enough force to nearly--
well, in some cases, completely decapitate his victims.
Now, judging from the size of the remains,
MEs are guessing teenagers, all female,
some as young as 12 or 13.
Forensics is working around the clock.
County coroner's pitched in, too.
So far, they've matched wound patterns to three of the bodies.
We also got a positive match to Ashley Kwon.
14-year-old runaway, working girl.
Found in a West Seattle factory
about a half a mile from the dump site.
Her body was found four days ago.
Meaning we could have an active serial.
Now, having said that,
I'd like to disabuse you of any notion
that we're out searching for Hannibal Lecter.
We're not gonna be finding any skin suits.
He's not gonna be sending us some lady's head in a box.
My guess is this guy's killing hookers and runaways
because no one's looking for them, right?
This case is gonna be solved with good, solid police work,
not some PhD's half-baked psychological profile.
"Well, you know, based on the nature of the wounds,
we can tell that he's angry..."
Well, no shit. He's angry.
All right.
The Kwon girl.
She was last seen three days before her time of death.
So, it's possible that our killer's abducting his victims
and holding them before he kills them.
But first order of business is we got to identify these bodies,
so we're gonna need all the Missing-Persons reports
- in the Seattle-Tacoma area-- - Sir.
Holder.
I got a report from a street kid
about a girl gone missing recently.
She fits our profiles.
She's 15 years old, working girl.
Her name's Kallie Leeds,
and none of the kids she associates with
have seen her in a couple of days.
Okay, great. Give it to Linden.
She'll be handling the IDs
till her hire-back paperwork's complete.
You guys, shake up the locals,
find out if the Kwon girl had representation.
Now, what else?
Um... oh, right.
The red bags that were found on the bodies--
they were biohazard-grade, medical, institutional use.
Hey, Loo, how did we find the bodies?
Anonymous tip.
All right, thank you.
Anonymous tip?
Well, Seward's execution's on the front page
of every newspaper.
First hanging in 20 years.
Last thing you want to do is throw oil on that bonfire.
Obviously we can't exhume Trisha Seward's body
to match wound patterns,
so I'm gonna want to talk to the kid.
What is it you think you got here?
Trisha Seward's throat was cut like Kwon's.
She was a prostitute--
Who was 15 years older than our victims
and whose husband had a long history of domestic abuse.
Adrian's been drawing again. That factory is a new detail.
Maybe he's remembering something.
Remembering what?
I mean, his doctor said he'd most likely never remember
what happened that night after what he went through.
That's a good thing, by the way.
Maybe not for the case, but for the kid.
So, let him forget.
James...
Look, you do what you got to do.
Make this right for yourself.
You want to talk to the kid, I'm not gonna stop you.
But I'm not giving Ray Seward any ammunition for an appeal
unless there's a damn good reason to,
and a kid's drawing isn't it.
Trisha Seward deserves justice.
Don't forget that.
I want to know if we can do this...
Work together.
Yeah.
Yeah, of-- of course.
There's no shame in staying away.
Things are good for you. You got a life.
No. No, I found those bodies.
I want to see this to the end.
Then I need you working this case,
not picking apart a solve from three years ago.
Come on. I need your John Hancock.
It's as simple as that.
Welcome back.
This is cruel and unusual punishment.
Ain't nobody got no water heater?
Got 10 minutes, inmates.
I need some heat!
I want to get clean,
I might as well go outside and stand in the rain.
'Cause this shower ain't nothing
but some cold spit on my head, man.
Hey, Big Noise, what's that "A" for?
What you got, a honey named "A"?
All the best white ladies named "A."
Andrea, Allison, Amy.
I knew a girl named Annie.
She was a freak.
I remember that night like it was yesterday.
6-5-3-- what, you just keeping her digits handy?
The "A" is his son, Adrian.
Oh, you got a son, Raymond?
Yeah, Raymond, what was your kid,
5 or 6 when you cut his mommy's head off?
Left him sucking his thumb,
looking at the hole in her neck?
Huh?
Damn.
Mm. You got cold hands.
Sorry.
That's all right.
I don't mind.
You should get some mittens or something.
Slow down. You're gonna choke.
Hey, Joe, you seen Kallie?
Nah. Why?
I haven't seen her. I don't know.
You hear about the bodies they found out by the airport?
It's all over the news.
I heard it might be street girls.
So, just be careful, okay?
Hey, kid.
You want my hash browns?
Get a pair of mittens, okay?
Hey, babe.
You hungry?
I got hash browns.
Joe said the cops found a bunch of dead working girls
out near the airport.
Baby, please.
Are you awake?
Can I come to LA with you?
Please?
Department's best guys out here
chasing pimps, with our pants around our ankles.
You know they hooked up.
Who?
Skinner and your old lady.
Linden, man.
Skinner and Linden used to bang.
Back when they worked together.
Why do you think we're out here tracking down pimps
while she's back at the office cozying up to the boss?
Pension and a paycheck.
Can't wait till I retire.
I'll come back every year
and do my 172 days and make double.
Linden quit. She don't get a pension.
Here we go.
Seattle PD. Get out of the car.
No problem, officer. This is not--
- She's 18. - How about you shut up?
Stay put. I got a couple of questions for you, sexy.
You come here a lot, cowboy?
Picking up teenyboppers get you off?
No way. She said she was 18, officer.
Yeah, yeah, shut up.
You seen this girl?
You want to ride around
in the backseat of my car the rest of the day?
How about you take a real look?
I don't know her.
How much does he pay you?
He's not paying me.
Where's Bullet?
Girl who dresses like a boy?
I don't know.
You are done bobbin' apples for today, baby girl.
You're gonna have to find some other way
to pay for them braces.
I'm taking them in.
Looks like we're all going for a ride.
Maybe on Front Street.
Front Street?
The overpass?
Bunch of kids skate there, and I see her there sometimes.
All right. Get out of here.
Don't let me catch you out here again.
Well, if you ask me, I would rip him a new one.
Seriously. You don't want to see me mad.
'Cause, like, my face gets all red
and steam comes out of my ass.
Hold up.
Are you Danette Leeds?
Yeah, I'm booked all day.
Hey, don't touch the back of that.
You're gonna lose the curl.
I'm sorry. You gotta come back.
I'm here about your daughter, Kallie.
It's cool, D. I gotta go anyway.
- See ya. - Sorry.
What is your daughter, like 15?
Look, she doesn't call me every minute,
telling me where she's at.
You want to find her?
Come back in a few days when she runs out of money.
Yeah.
Maybe Children's Services would be interested in the fact
that your daughter doesn't seem to go to school at all.
Look, Ms... Whatever, I can't control her,
never have, never will.
So, I-I got another appointment.
So, maybe you want to talk to her friend Shotgun or Ammo
- or something. - Bullet.
Do you know where I can find her?
Hell if I know.
You should tell your daughter to be careful out there.
Okay. Thanks for the advice, Officer.
It's Detective, actually. Homicide.
Hmm.
Stay the hell out!
Hey, Bullet.
Don't make me chase you down, Bullet.
I just want to talk.
I don't got to talk to you.
I'm looking for your friend Kallie.
You find her yet?
I don't talk to cops.
Look, no one's got to find out that you're talking to me.
Goldie's got a room in his place--
- in his bedroom. - Goldie? Who's Goldie?
Some nobody, nothin' pimp!
I think he's got her there.
How'd you know?
'Cause I was there.
I heard someone crying behind the door.
It was locked. I couldn't get in.
Sounded like her.
He's got a knife. A big one. I saw it.
Where's his place at?
I don't want your money.
All right.
You got a car?
Yeah. Come on.
( "Pieces Of Me" plays )
♪ Half a plan and no time for missing this ♪
♪ there's no time for looking back ♪
♪ don't you want to just stand up for something ♪
♪ don't you want to just rise for everything ♪
♪ one step closer to the grave ♪
♪ four steps closer every day ♪
♪ no ♪
♪ when words are like weapons ♪
♪ they're taking their vengeance ♪
♪ ...at the seams ♪
Jesus.
Kid's got to be like 12.
Police! Hey!
Stop! Right now!
Bitch! I told you not to run!
Mom, I'm not gonna say anything to him.
I just want--
Yeah, I got a coat, ma. God.
I gotta go. Fine. Whatever.
I used up all my minutes.
Uh, hello?
It's out.
What a bitch.
The only thing my mom's fat ass loves is a casserole.
At least you got a mom.
I hate her.
I have to wait for a while before I call her again.
Hey, you guys.
I'm looking for a girl named Bullet.
Can I get a cigarette?
- Rayna. - What?
Yeah.
So, where is she?
She's not in trouble.
I just need to talk to her.
Yeah, well, she already got arrested.
What do you mean?
Saw her driving off with some Eminem wannabe
with a molester 'stache.
You're welcome.
Those ain't mine.
I don't know how they got there.
16, white, unshaved.
Ooh, that's nasty, man.
I like my hedges trimmed,
my bitches grown.
Yeah?
What happened to your face?
Yeah, what happened?
Cut myself shaving.
Looks like you got in a fight with a bank teller.
They got those long fingernails.
Or a little girl?
Like I said, man, those DVDs ain't mine.
There's all sorts of lowlifes coming in and out of my pad
all day long.
Huh. So, tell me about this rape.
2011, you were 27 years old.
Victim was 13.
The judge got it all twisted, man.
She was beggin' for it.
So you do like 'em young.
Nah, man, it was all a misunderstanding.
What, do you?
Yeah, I mean, 16, 17,
growing into themselves, almost a woman.
Well... not many men would admit it.
Mnh-mnh.
I take care of my girls.
I protect 'em from psychos like you.
Like the 13-year-old?
They got to make their money, man.
They're gonna do it anyway.
Somebody's got to show 'em how it's done, right?
It's business.
You want to know what you're selling.
I get that.
Yeah, that makes sense.
Break 'em in.
What about these movies? That business, too?
Smart.
Give your customers a sample of what your girls look like,
what they can do, like a--
like a menu of services kind of thing.
Yeah.
Just because I fill a need
doesn't mean I'm some sick freak like him.
So you fill a need.
So you're like the distributor, then.
I didn't say that.
Yeah, you kind of did.
No, I ain't said that, man.
You guys are doing that cop thing,
trying to put words in my mouth.
Detective Reddick, didn't he just say that?
They're good.
Not gonna get this guy to cop to murder, though.
He's done time before. He knows the system.
Let me refer to my notes.
Do we like him for it?
He has a history with young girls,
access to victim population.
It's a possibility.
We tossed his place.
The knife Holder's CI told us about
isn't a match for the murder weapon.
Maybe there's a connect
between the girls in his porn tapes and our bodies.
What about the missing girl-- Kallie Leeds?
You talk to her mom?
Yeah, she says her daughter is not missing
even though she hasn't seen her in several days.
Mother of the year.
What about her?
Kallie Leeds.
Think.
Think before you answer.
Carefully consider your options, brother.
We're the last friends you got.
Yeah, I th-- I thought about it, brother.
And I want my lawyer.
It doesn't matter. We got him for the kiddie porn,
possession, intent to distribute.
No, I want him for the bodies.
Now, if this guy's got the Leeds girl and she's alive,
he'll try and kill her.
If she's dead, he might go back to the dump site.
So we sit on his ass for 72 hours,
see what he does.
That's risky.
Get IDs on his girls in the porn tapes.
Find out where the coroner's at on our bodies.
How you doin'?
Being back, I mean.
It's fine.
Wondering if you made the right choice?
Yeah. Something like that.
Jen talked to me after I left your house the other day.
What did you tell her?
What do you mean?
She knows about us.
Yo, Linden.
What, are you mad at me now?
I wasted my entire morning
looking for some kid that you had already talked to.
I heard Bullet put you onto that guy.
I guess we're even.
No, we're not even even.
You're still like minus-three.
You know, it might be helpful
if we were on the same page on this, Linden.
You know, no man is an island, not even you.
Adrian Seward drew those trees.
That's why I was in the woods.
Picasso.
How'd he know about the bodies?
I don't know if he did or didn't.
He lived near the woods.
It might not mean anything.
You talk to him?
No.
So you do think there's a connection
between the Seward murder and our bodies?
Her finger was broken, just like your girl's.
I think her killer took a trophy, a ring, too.
This system is broke.
You that boy's only parental figure.
Boys need a father.
Bet you ain't had no father growing up.
I just think you need to holler at your lawyer,
tell her for the kid,
they ought to reduce your sentence and let you live.
Boy done lost his mom.
And now the State trying to kill the only father he got?
That ain't right.
Poor little bastard.
How's the wife and kid, Francis?
Hmm? 'Cause I seen them waiting for you in the parking lot.
That's so sweet.
Your boy looks like you.
Soon little orphan Adrian's gonna have nobody.
That's a shame.
You gonna let him disrespect you like that, Big Noise?
Your boy, your blood?
Come on, man! Damn!
You got to man up.
Disrespect your son, walk his ass off.
Hi.
You're Adrian, right?
I'm Sarah.
Do you remember me?
We met before. I'm a detective.
You drew me this, remember?
Can you tell me what you were drawing in this picture?
You added a factory. Why?
Please, Adrian.
I want to see him.
Who?
Adrian?
Who?
My dad.
Adrian.
I'll see what I can do, okay? I've got to go.
You got any move on the suspect?
Nope. Pimp's been holed up
watching TV for the last two hours.
We'll let you know.
Copy.
Poor guy-- all he's got left to jerk off to is diaper commercials.
You got big plans for V-Day?
V-Day?
February 14th, Holder. Jesus.
Mm.
Got to make a reservation,
jump through those hoops, brother.
All the best places will be booked.
You and Caroline will end up
eating pot stickers at Applebee's.
Get out of the car!
- Get out of the car! - Jesus.
- Get out! - Take care of this before she blows this whole thing.
Get off me!
Calm down, Bullet. Shut up.
Don't tell me what to do. Where is she?
Where is she, huh? Where's Kallie?
- We didn't find her there, okay? We're looking. - Tell me!
Some big hero cop you are.
- I'm taking care of it, all right? - Really?
I'm a rat now, and everybody's gonna know it.
- You said-- you promised me that you'd lock him up. - All right--
- You lying cop. - Just calm down, okay?
Don't tell me what to do!
Did he do something to you?
Hey, look--
Touch me again, and I will break your arm.
Just tell me what happened.
- You want to help me? - Yeah, I do.
Then do your job.
Find her.
Every parent in the state with a missing kid's out there,
thinking we have their daughter.
No idea we've got nothing but bones at this point.
How long till you can ID them?
We're matching dental records now
for the ones that have dental records.
Gonna take days, weeks.
Is there any way to tell if the wounds on this victim
match our current bodies?
I'll owe you.
I don't know.
Still got the body?
No, it was three years ago. She was cremated.
I have the autopsy report.
You know, there's not much I can do without the body.
Uh, wounds look similar, same lateral incisions.
It could be the same weapon.
Best I can give you is maybe.
Did you find any jewelry on the bodies?
Whatever they had is long gone.
Water must have washed it away.
I'm guessing that they were at the bottom of that pond
for a long time.
The bone density, levels of saponification on the bone--
it looks like, uh, at least three to five years.
But it looks as if they were killed
within about a six-month period.
How can you tell?
Biohazard bags they were dumped in
captured and preserved the environmental debris.
I won't know for sure until the tests come back,
but all the material in all the bags is consistent.
So bodies couldn't have been dumped
any more than six months apart.
My victim's finger was broken.
The killer took her ring, I think.
Is there any way to tell
if jewelry was taken from these bodies?
I got a few broken fingers, some missing entirely.
Animals got to them?
No.
Killer did. Sawed them off.
Same weapon used on the throat.
Thank you.
Testifying about DNA evidence.
There wasn't nothing but two drops
of my B negative in the place.
Hey, kid, don't you ever shut up?
No. I'm a shark.
Got to keep the water flowing over my gills.
Hey, kid...
I ever tell you about this riot back at Cedar Creek?
Becker's cousin works up there-- Jimmy.
He had a hard-on for me from the beginning.
So, this riot goes down,
and Jimmy there, he's got his club out,
and he's acting all hard,
and he's screaming at me to get down on the floor.
And I just walk right up to him.
And he starts shaking, pissing himself.
His nose broke real easy, but his eye--
the sucker was tough.
Dug in tight and slippery.
Six pounds of pressure, you can rip someone's ear off,
but an eye...
takes dedication.
The whole time,
Jimmy was squealing like a little stuck bitch.
Prison's a disease.
It gets in your blood.
You pass it to your kids, and they pass it to their kids.
And soon enough, Adrian is gonna be here, too.
And you should've done him a favor
and slit his throat just like you did his mom's.
Becker, they need you in "D."
He got to you, Big Noise.
You let him in.
You're all tough.
Acting like you don't care about your son.
But you care.
Anyone can see it.
"A" right there.
You got his name on your chest.
How much longer are we gonna sit on this guy?
Go home if you want.
Let you take all the credit when this son of a bitch leads us to a body?
No, thanks.
How about cracking a window?
The place smells like a damn bowling alley.
Eh.
Little bitch blew us up.
Well, without her, we had nothing, so...
Dispatch, we've been made.
We're handing off to car 957.
Heard you got picked up.
Nah, it wasn't nothing.
Cops found a bunch of dead girls in some pond.
Yeah.
Maybe you should cool it with the dates for now, you know?
I can spot you. My dad sent me some cash.
Oh.
Look at you, rich bitch.
Fine. Forget it.
Hey.
What happened to your face?
What?
Right there.
- Did someone hit you? - No.
You should get some ice for that, B.
I'm serious.
What's up, bitches?
Yo, Jesse got picked up this morning.
Cops are making mad rounds 'cause of those murders.
Hey, I heard the killer cut off all their heads,
hung 'em in the tree like Christmas bells.
I'm going tonight-- where they found them.
You want to come?
And spend the night in jail with your dumb ass?
- Pass. - I'll go.
What? It'll be fun.
No, you'll get arrested,
and then the cops will think Twitch killed those girls.
Are you scared?
Let's go, bitch.
So, if I see a snake, my black ass is running.
We got three identified girls--
Nicky Velasco, Ashley Kwon, Sandra Helford.
Any matches with Goldie's porn?
No.
Nicky ran away when she was 15.
Sandra, 16.
Nobody reported them missing or even noticed they were gone.
Throwaway kids, all of them.
Not Ashley.
She ended up the same place, though, didn't she?
Where's Reddick?
Punched out.
Get his beauty sleep.
Me, I'm already beautiful, so...
Talk to Picasso?
I got nothing.
I'm not even sure he remembered me.
It was a long time ago, Linden.
But he wants to see his dad.
If you thought your dad murdered your mom,
nearly cut her head off...
would you want to see him?
You'll want to see this.
- We're close. - Too bad your drag-queen mama
didn't have a yacht to take us.
Are those graves?
Seward?
Seward, get up!
Seward?
Christ.
Code Blue! Code Blue!
What the hell did you do?! Code Blue!
Open 204!
- Open it now! - Opening 204.
- Go, go, go, go! - Code Blue, Code Blue.
So, what's your favorite subject?
I like reading, I guess.
We got a match.
Are you a virgin?
Come on, now. Why don't you take off that shirt?