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
against you and Sarah for harassment.
You have to think about your priorities, Stephen.
You can't afford to throw away your career or our future over some case.
Have a good day.
Skinner was found at Sawyer? I tell you, we're gonna get this guy.
- Not sure they found the bodies. - Yeah, well, there's two.
Two officers down there right now.
I heard that. Skinner's autopsy report...
We need to get that warrant on Margaret's car.
She could be destroying evidence as we speak.
I've been doing some digging into Margaret's background.
I contacted a friend of mine at Justice.
Seems she was honorably discharged from the Army during Iraq.
We're fucked.
Chamberlain is a St. George alum and a bigtime booster.
Never gonna get that warrant.
We're going to a different judge, then.
You do that and both our careers are over.
We don't do that, we can't help Kyle.
Is he the only one you care about?
You see this fucking shitstorm we're right in the middle of, right?
Caroline's got you by the balls.
It's you and me, Linden.
We're on the same team, remember?
Are we?
I just wanted to set the record straight, detectives.
My vehicle's parked outside.
How long do you think it'll take your people to search my car?
Depends on what they find.
Judge Chamberlain sends his regards.
He hopes you're doing everything you can to solve the Stansbury murders.
You and Philip Stansbury were having an affair, weren't you?
Yes, we were.
Care to elaborate?
What kind of details would you like, detective?
How long was it going on for?
On and off for the past few years.
So you must have known his house inside out, then.
You guys meet up there when the wife and the kids were on their dressage lessons?
No, we would rendezvous when he was out of town.
Taking Kyle to his piano competitions and recitals.
Aw, ain't that sweet?
But the affair wasn't enough for you, was it?
You wanted more.
You watched him, you followed him.
That's your car, isn't it, Margaret?
I know women like you.
Alone in the world.
No one to come home to, nothing but an empty house.
Time's running out and you feel it every day, don't you?
Did Philip promise to leave his wife for you?
Were you pathetic enough to believe him?
I didn't kill him and massacre his entire family, if that's your point.
Bet he got tired of you.
Moved on to greener pastures. That's when you snapped.
Hell hath no fury like a crazy psycho bitch.
Results on the car, detective.
That's convenient.
You got your car completely re-upholstered.
- When'd you do that? - Recently.
Cleanliness is a form of self-respect.
Something you might want to practice more often.
And if you need to know my whereabouts the night of the Stansbury tragedy,
I was attending a school fundraiser at the Four Seasons Hotel downtown.
Can anyone corroborate this?
My friend Charles Ross was with me all night.
He'll verify what I just told you.
You can find him at the dance studio he owns.
- He's my instructor. - I'll bet he is.
Not everything is always what it seems, Detective.
Why did you leave the Army?
You were a Black Hawk pilot, correct?
My service ended. I was honorably discharged.
It was time to walk away.
But you didn't walk away, you were forced out.
Because of what happened in the Gulf when your helicopter went down.
You killed civilians.
Have you ever fired your weapon, Detective?
Or watched someone die right in front of you?
Hindsight is not a luxury that a soldier has.
We were in hostile territory,
a car approached, but didn't heed our warning shots.
I ordered my men to eliminate the threat.
I gave an order and I would give that order again.
I accepted and I still accept the consequences
that the military handed down to me.
That is the way that things work in my world.
But your men didn't listen to your order, did they?
So you were the one that opened fire on the threat.
A father and his three-year-old son.
What was it like?
Watching them die in front of you?
What are you doing here, cadet?
I'm... I'm looking for Colonel Rayne.
- She's off campus till this evening. - For what?
Is there something I can help you with, cadet?
I didn't realize you knew where I lived.
I looked it up.
Would you like some coffee or something to drink?
I've got some cake and...
No, I don't want anything.
Thank you.
I...
I need you to do something for me.
If...
If anything happens to me or if I have to go away...
I need you to take care of Jack.
He doesn't have anywhere else to go, no one else to take care of him.
I've never asked you for anything.
Of course.
What's going on?
Sarah, what's going on?
It's nothing.
Is that your husband?
Yes. He passed three years ago.
He was a good man.
And that's Matt and Clara.
Why do you have this?
I never stopped thinking about you, Sarah.
Thinking about that day.
The parade in Ballard,
and you insisted on getting that pinwheel.
You said you liked it because it was red like our hair.
I remember.
I remember it was summer.
The air smelled like caramel, caramel popcorn.
And I remember hoping that day would last forever.
But then it got dark,
the crowd started pushing to get a better look,
and I dropped my pinwheel
to hold your hand
and somehow it just got
swept away.
And then you were gone too.
I don't remember how long it took you to find me.
But it felt like forever.
Why did you let go of my hand?
I was young...
and alone.
I was afraid...
It was hard to stay.
It's always been hard for me.
I'm not good at staying.
I think you're a lot like me.
Thank you, ma'am, cadet. Welcome to St. George's.
Ma'am.
This is a great day for your son, ma'am. We'll take good care of him.
- You enjoy the rest of the day. - Kyle?
What do you want?
AJ told me to be ready and waiting at midnight.
- For what? - I don't know.
I guess it's some tradition they do every Family Day for new cadets.
Did they do it to you?
Hey, Jake, you gotta wait over there, buddy.
Okay.
Go back to your room.
Go. Now.
AJ put one on my door.
Can I help you?
Detective Linden, Detective Holder.
Seattle Homicide. You Charles Ross?
Yes, I am. What's going on?
We have questions about some murders.
My apologies, Amanda, we'll pick up here next week?
Sure.
How long have you known Margaret Rayne?
She's been a student of mine for the past four or five years.
We dance twice a week.
Your relationship isn't just professional though, is it?
What do you mean by that?
Come on, Chuck, we've all seen Dirty Dancing.
Were you with Margaret the night of March 7th?
The night the family was murdered?
Yeah. I...
I was helping her schmooze at a fundraiser at the downtown Four Seasons.
And after the fundraiser?
Did she pay you to stay with her all night?
It's not what you think.
- It never is, is it? - Margaret enjoys my company,
and I enjoy hers.
What transpired between us was as friends.
We didn't have sex, detective. We just slept in the same bed.
She likes to be held.
What's the crime in that?
That's it? G.I. Jane just wants a hug?
Look.
Margaret told me
she lost a child a long time ago.
I think it's the only thing she hasn't been able to get over.
She has a lot of regrets.
Bullshit.
Let's go to the hotel and check the security tapes.
If you are lying to me, I'm coming back here and arresting you for obstruction.
Linden, let's go.
I miss you too.
Like, a lot.
Didn't you get my stalker texts?
Yeah, I love you.
I mean, it's, like, obvious, right?
My grandma?
She was, whatever. Old, but nice.
My mom lost it on her.
I don't know.
You should see this place.
I just feel bad about lying to her, you know?
Saying that my dad didn't want me.
But, like,
she's just got no one else.
And I don't want her to be alone all the time.
I mean,
I guess I just wish she still had someone to talk to.
Well, if you're not gonna hold yours, hold mine.
My back's sore.
Those black aiguillettes on the doorknobs,
I had one on my door. It was on Family Day.
The night my family was killed.
What do they mean?
Why does AJ put them on the doors?
What are you hiding from me?
Quit playing games with me and tell me.
Don't come to the showers tonight.
What? Why?
- Get the fuck away from me, man. - Why?
- Fucking faggot. - Why? Why?
He's remembering.
He won't stop asking me about that night.
I'm telling you, he's not leaving this alone.
Lincoln's right.
It's just a matter of time.
- Well, what the fuck are we gonna do? - Nothing. Nothing.
We stick with the plan and everything will be fine.
The plan's falling apart.
You told us the doctor said Kyle would never remember.
- We have to do something now. - No.
I told you to keep an eye on him in case his memory came back.
Nothing has changed. Kyle still doesn't remember anything...
- I just told you that he does... - No, you are wrong.
Now, both of you need to calm down,
and stop acting like hysterical, stupid children.
Stupid? Well, if I hadn't gone back in the house that night
to get that other gun, we'd be fucked.
You are out of order, cadet.
And you shouldn't have put that damn gun in Kyle's room, and those plans.
What the hell were you thinking?
You were lucky that AJ found them before something else happened.
Well, if Kyle would've just blown his damn brains out, this would all be over.
I am done talking about this.
You need to leave, both of you, right now.
No. I followed your plan and trusted you from the very beginning.
I even became that loser's friend.
I've done everything you said to protect us and this academy.
Not anymore.
Now, we're gonna find out exactly what he remembers.
Kyle
is not to be touched.
Do you understand me?
You're getting soft, Colonel.
And frankly, you're coddling that little shit.
Don't you ever disrespect me.
You have your orders. Dismissed.
Dismissed.
Between 2-buck Chuck's alibi and the security cameras at the Four Seasons,
there's no way Margaret's the shooter. We're spinning our wheels, Linden.
Just because she didn't pull the trigger doesn't mean she didn't give the order.
She's got 250 toy soldiers at her disposal and all of them can't wait to kill.
We've gotta get in there. Kyle's in trouble.
You're paranoid. This ain't "Bombs Over Baghdad."
Margaret could still try to kill him.
She killed a child before,
she'll do whatever it takes to protect herself.
If she wanted to kill him, he'd already be dead.
How the fuck you know Kyle's so innocent? Maybe he's the one taking her orders.
- You ever consider that? - No, he's telling me the truth.
I trust him. I can see it in his eyes.
He's not the one lying to me.
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
I know what you said at the NA meeting.
You told everyone what we did.
What "we" did?
I didn't do anything.
You're the one who did it.
You're the one who couldn't keep your shit together.
I was just trying to help you.
Yeah, well, thanks for all the help.
I told you to walk away, you wanted to stay.
I would've been a lot better off on my own.
Look, I'm sorry, Linden. I fucked up, okay?
I just felt like the whole world was coming crashing down on me
and I was about to explode.
Yeah, well, I was wrong about you.
You're just a fucking junkie like the rest of them.
Some kind of father you're gonna be.
How's Jack doing, by the way?
Weren't you supposed to take him to the airport right now?
- Shit. - Oh, snap, classic Linden,
not giving a shit about anyone who's still alive, not even your own son.
I'm the one who's fucked up?
The only people you care about are dead.
- Tell the little man I said adios. - Fuck you!
Yeah, fuck you too.
Passenger loading and unloading only.
You got everything?
You don't have to worry about me, okay?
What's going on, Mom?
- Nothing. - Yeah, okay, whatever.
- Jack, wait. - I'm gonna miss my plane.
Just wait. Just stop.
Just look at me.
I'm just not great at this, being a mom.
I was just a kid myself, I wasn't that much older than you
when I had you,
and I had nobody to show me how.
I don't want you to worry about me.
I want you to get on that plane,
and go back home.
And I want
for you to grab every piece of life,
every piece of it, never let go.
And...
And never be ashamed of anything.
Because no matter what happens to me,
you were always my best thing.
You're my best thing, Jack.
I'll see you summer break?
Yeah.
Where is he?
Where is he? Where is he?
Where is he?
We need to talk.
I don't got time.
I know about Skinner.
I know what you and Linden did to him.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
I got both your phones traced to the lake that night.
That don't mean shit.
I'm trying to help you, Holder.
Don't be stupid.
The only reason we dredged the lake
is because Skinner's wife saw Linden out there.
She was tossing something into the water.
You know, killers get caught,
because they do something stupid.
Like return to the crime scene.
Linden is bringing you down, man.
You got a kid on the way.
You got a family to think about.
You want to tell your side of the story?
Just go on the record.
Tell me what really happened that night.
I can help you.
I can help you cut a deal, man. Holder.
Holder.
I'm going to the deputy com tomorrow morning and I'm telling him everything.
So this is your chance
to dig yourself out of your grave.
Protect your kid, your family.
Call me.
Strip, ladies.
What are you waiting for, cadet?
Kyle?
You're such a fucking idiot.
Get his pants.
Your little bitch-ass wanted to know what happened?
Does that bring anything back?
Don't play dumb.
We know you know what we're talking about.
What? Did you think you were gonna get a free pass?
That we were just gonna forget about you?
You still haven't shown your slut mother how much it is that you love her.
Well, come on, little buddy, get nice and hard for Mommy.
Starting to remember now?
We have a Family Day tradition in this battalion.
A "wel-cumming" ritual for all our first-year cadets.
Your mother sent you to us because she loves you.
She wants us to turn her little boy into a man.
Well, men in this battalion must love their mothers.
Yes.
And you're not a man in this battalion until you prove that to us.
Show Mommy how much you love her
and cum all over her pretty little face.
What, are you some kind of faggot, cadet?
Cadets, you all love your mothers, right?
Yes, sir!
We all love our mothers.
You want to be one of us, don't you, Kyle?
Go on.
- Go on. - There we go.
- Attaboy. - There we go.
Make Mommy proud.
There we go.
If you think your life is tough now, if you don't do this,
your life here is gonna be more of a living hell.
Now, do it, you little fucking pussy.
Cum all over that bitch's face.
Fuck that bitch. Fuck her.
Fucking kill her. Kill that bitch.
- Kill her! - Kill her.
Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!
You did this to me that night.
You did this to me the night my family was killed.
Did you kill my mom?
What the fuck?
- Did you kill my family? - What the fuck's he talking about?
I don't know. He's crazy. His brain's shot up and shit.
It's post-traumatic stress bullshit...
- Hey! Hey! - What the...?
- Hey! Hey! - Let him go.
Fucking freak.
- Please, help me. They're after me. - Kyle.
AJ and Lincoln and them, they're after me.
They took me to the latrines and they made me...
Easy, easy, easy, just slow down.
I remember. That night.
- You remember what happened that night? - I was in the latrines, on my knees...
Oh, God. I don't wanna remember.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
Everything's gonna be all right.
You're safe now, okay? Just breathe, breathe.
Just take a breath. All right? That's better.
I'm gonna get you some water.
Just keep breathing.
Kyle.
It's not what you think.
Please.
- You need to believe me. - Stay away from me.
Kyle.
You knew? You lied to me?
- You were always lying? - No. No.
No, I've been protecting you.
Only doing what is best for you.
And you need to believe me.
Stay away from me!
Kyle.
I just want to help you.
Please trust me.
Kyle.
It's okay.
Just let me take the gun.
It's gonna be okay. Please, it's gonna be okay.
I would never
let anyone hurt you.
Kyle! Kyle, don't go. Don't go. Listen to me. Come back, please.
Kyle!