What the hell?
Come on, Charlotte, settle down.
Who's that?
- Hey, Reenie. - Hey, good morning.
Is that the Barlow file?
Yeah, I was just reviewing the deposition.
Well, is it good or bad?
Because if it's bad, I'm gonna need this morning coffee first.
It's bad.
- For opposing counsel. - Go on.
Yeah, uh, so Barlow said that he was in Boston right before Philly.
Lawyer makes a joke about Boston,
and that's when Barlow says that he was only there for the marathon.
To run it for like a bucket list kind of thing.
At the same time, he was supposed to be on disability.
- Exactly. - Good catch.
Yeah. I can call some PIs,
see if they can find out more on why Barlow was in Boston.
But, uh, the two that you had in your contacts,
one the email bounced back, and the other one is dead.
- Oh. Great. - Mmm.
Wait, Colter's visiting someone who would be great for this.
John Keaton, ex-cop that helped Colter
- with the serial killer case. - Uh-huh.
I mean, I've reached out to him before, and he hasn't responded, but...
Well, maybe he's not interested.
Uh. More like he's really bad at follow-through.
Well, I-I'll look into some backups
- just in case. - Okay, great.
Hey, Reenie.
Hey, are you in Tacoma yet?
Yep, I'm here. Got here last night.
- How's Keaton doing? - I have no idea. I haven't seen him.
Said he wanted to meet me here, has something to run by me.
Well, say hi to him for me and tell him I've got some PI work for him
- if he's interested. - Oh, yeah?
Yeah, I mean, it's nothing special, just the basic stuff.
Yeah, no, I'll-- Oh. You know what? He's-He's here right now.
I'll... I'll let him know. I gotta go. Bye.
Hey.
- Thanks for coming, man. - Of course, yeah, absolutely.
- Morning, Paula. - Morning.
What can I get for you?
I'll do the, uh, well, pancakes, of course, and I'll do scrambled eggs.
- Sure thing. - Thanks.
You want your usual?
Yep, crispy bacon end-to-end, not overcooked.
One flip on the eggs. Twenty seconds. That's it.
I already know, hon.
Bears repeating.
You know, one of these days, I'm gonna serve you some of that vegan bacon.
- Oh? - Mm-hmm.
- Sorry, it's just a little thing we do. - No, it's cute.
So, what's up?
Well, nothing really--
Gotta be something, right? You dragged me all the way out here.
Why don't you get the business out of the way, and we can enjoy our crispy bacon.
All right.
Uh, my old partner on the force, Nat Dobbs, I can't find him.
Well, when was the last time you heard from him?
It's a couple of days ago.
Supposed to help him drop a fuel pump in his Chevy, but...
He mentioned something he wanted to run by me,
but I didn't make anything of it.
I went to his house and he wasn't there. No calls, no text.
Hmm. So what are you thinking?
Well, let's just say he doesn't have the best taste in women.
He's a nice guy, too nice.
Kind of a sucker with the ladies.
Uh, always had a thing for the broken ones, and...
Used to be a thing when we were working where he'd bust some asshat,
feel bad for the asshat's girl, and two weeks later, I'm fetching him
out of some no-name motel after she's maxed out his cards.
Oh, no. All right.
Did you go down the bad girlfriend angle?
Yeah, his latest two winners haven't seen him either.
I'm afraid he met someone, got himself into trouble.
Not sure what I'm asking. It just...
Dobbsy's saved my ass in the field a few times, and you know how that is.
I know how it is, yeah.
Maybe it's nothing, but...
...but I got a bad feeling, and you were in the area.
No need to say another word. I got your back. I'll help you with it.
Thanks, man.
All right, here we go.
- Thank you. - You're very welcome. Enjoy it.
- Yeah. - Well, these look good, Paula.
Of course they do, you pain in the ass.
He's trouble, you know? Good trouble, but trouble.
Huh. Paula likes you.
Already been through the place once.
Not a lot of crime round here, so, he leaves the doors unlocked, but...
but-but this one back here was slid open.
Could be he had to leave in a hurry.
Maybe. Anything else amiss besides the door?
Nope.
That was taken at my retirement party.
You keep a hand in after retirement?
As much as we all do. It's kinda hard to let it go.
- Mention anything specific? - No.
I got my guy running a trace on his phone and his car. Maybe we get lucky.
Thanks.
Used to be I could call in some favors for something like that,
but now this new breed, everything's by the book.
- Lives alone, I'm guessing? - Yeah.
You feed the cat?
I haven't seen it.
One of those indoor-outdoor creatures, but that's a really good idea.
This...
- Keaton. - Yeah.
Look at that. That mean anything to you?
No. It's from three days ago.
Home invasion gone bad.
All right. He had it ripped out of the newspaper.
Why would he have any interest in this?
Like I said, it's hard to put the badge down.
- Randy, what do you got? - I got that info on Keaton's old partner.
Where do you want to start?
I was hoping you could tell me the location of the phone and the car.
Phone's offline, but of course, I got the last known location.
When?
Two days ago.
He turned off his tracking services, and then the phone goes offline.
That's not good. Send it to me.
What the hell was he doing here?
I don't know. I had my guy send me everything he could
about the shooting of that farmer.
- Dobbs ever mention Clive Sherman? - No.
No. Okay.
It must have been important to him.
He came here the day after the murder, then his phone goes dark, and he vanishes.
This report says some electronics were taken along with some antique guns.
Well, that could be drug addicts looking for an easy score.
Old man confronts them, they shoot him, grab what they can.
Mm-hmm.
Doesn't explain why Dobbs was here though, right?
The murder took place over here by this fence line.
- You see something? - Maybe.
Guy's a dairy farmer.
Yeah.
Why is there a brand-new excavator over there?
See that? Looks like it came in from this road.
There's no mention of a field search in this file.
No, there's not. So here's what I'm thinking, right?
They wait for the police to finish their investigation
before they start searching the property.
You think Dobbs?
I think maybe.
A lot of foot traffic going this way.
Yeah.
Ground here is a little more compacted.
You're right. Somebody was waiting to dig.
One way to find out.
There's no key.
Son of a bitch. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
That's not Dobbs.
Oh, man.
Another body over here. There could be dozens.
It wasn't a robbery gone wrong.
Whoever shot that farmer knew about these bodies.
Dobbs came out here looking around. Someone must have grabbed him.
Maybe his body's out here somewhere.
We gotta call this in.
Who sent you out to that farm?
No one.
I don't believe you.
I saw it in the papers.
Tell me where they are.
I don't know who you're talking about, man.
Don't waste my time.
One more time. Who knows?
I don't know.
Detective Simms.
Any sign of Dobbs?
No, the freshest body is from a week ago, one of the ones that you unearthed.
The others date back more than six months.
How many bodies have you found so far?
At least ten. Probably gonna find a lot more.
Looks like this was someone's body dump.
So, Keaton, you said you came out here looking for your old partner?
- Yeah. - Tracked his cell phone here.
As one does.
- It's sort of what I do, actually. - He's Colter Shaw.
He helped me find that serial shooter in Snoqualmie National Forest.
Oh, yeah. Heard about that.
So, why the hell was Dobbs here?
I'm not sure, but I'm guessing it had something to do with these bodies.
Maybe he was investigating.
Dobbs is retired. He shouldn't be investigating anything.
What can I say? Old habits die hard.
So the farmer that lived here, you thinking he's some kind of serial killer?
If he was, he liked targeting criminals.
Three of the bodies we ID'd so far have long rap sheets.
You find out who shot the farmer?
No.
Okay.
Sort of a coincidence, isn't it?
They picked someone with a body farm, shot execution-style, right?
You know what?
I appreciate all your help so far,
but I'm going to need you both to stay out of this now, okay?
I'm not gonna stop looking for my old partner.
I wouldn't expect you to.
Hello.
Well, if it isn't Police Commissioner Ross Bogart.
Well, sure thing, just tell me when.
All right, I'll see you soon.
I'm being summoned downtown.
By the commissioner?
It-It'll be fine. He's a good guy. We go way back.
Probably just wants my input.
So I ran the names on the bodies that the cops ID'd,
and they don't really have a clear connection other than the fact
that none of them are going to win Citizen of the Year,
if you know what I mean.
What about the dead farmer, Clive Sherman?
Oh. Randy's here. He's been looking into it.
Colter.
So, our boy Sherman's a pretty boring guy
if you don't count the mass grave on his property,
but I've been digging a little deeper, looking at his financials.
He's got huge deposits into his bank account every month.
Fifty Gs, sometimes a hundred.
- A lot for a dairy farmer, right? - That's what I was saying.
And it's no surprise where it's coming from.
It's a shell company called Oak Park Holdings.
- You see who's behind it? - Yep.
Booyah, got a name. Zhan Menassian.
Armenian crime boss who runs the south end of Tacoma.
I've heard of this guy.
Colter, he's not someone you want to mess with.
Okay, so, Menassian, what, he's paying this farmer to bury the bodies?
Maybe the farmer wants to renegotiate, threatens to talk--
So he got whacked, and then Dobbs stumbled upon the secret.
Which would explain his disappearance.
You're not just gonna walk up on him.
Yeah, man. By the looks of it, Menassian's got his stuff on lock.
Then I'll walk up to someone close to him. Can you find me an in?
I can do that.
Okay, Menassian's got a nephew and it's his driver.
Okay, you find where the car is now?
Sure.
Boom, just sent you the address.
All right, got it.
So, this dude's hiding between this, uh, Caddy and this water truck, right?
And he thinks that he's lost me, but what he doesn't know
is that I could see his reflection right there in the Caddy.
So, I wait for this guy to pop out and I grab the son of a bitch
and, all of a sudden, I swear to God...
...he drops down on his knees and he starts to pray.
And now I don't know what to do,
so I just let the poor guy finish and I put the cuffs on him.
What could I do?
You left out the part where you took him to St. Mary's on the way.
Well, I had to let him confess, get it right with God, you know?
All right, story time is over. Come on.
You still keeping clean, Keaton?
No, not like you. Big shot commissioner now.
Hell, I bet you're doing Pilates with the mayor.
Well, Pilates is good for the core. You, uh, may need to try it sometime.
What? I only put on ten pounds since I retired.
Okay, maybe 50.
- Thanks for coming down. - No problem.
- Happy to help. - Yeah.
Tell me again, how did you stumble into all of this?
- We were looking for Dobbs. - Who's the we?
Uh, Colter Shaw.
Yeah, Shaw. I ran him. Now, are you sure you can trust this guy?
With my life.
Yeah. So back to Dobbs.
Well, he was looking into that dairy farmer that got killed.
We tracked his phone location, and that's when we found the bodies.
- This is gonna be a mess. - I'm aware.
Y-You got any idea who's involved in that body farm?
Yeah.
Zhan Menassian.
We think that the Russian Mafia is making a move on the Armenians.
That's why they hit the farmer, to expose Menassian's dumping ground.
Oh. That's gonna get ugly.
Well, this is why I'm putting my best guys on the search for Dobbs.
But, listen, I need you to step aside and leave this one alone.
- I don't want you getting hurt out there. - Oh, come on, Ross.
Look, I know it's not in your nature, but I'm asking you.
Please. Try hard.
Can you at least tell me what you find?
You'll be my first call.
Just had a chat with my old pal.
- And? - He told me to stand down.
He thinks this is a turf war
between some Russian gangsters and a local crime boss, Menassian.
Yeah, I got the same name. Actually headed to meet him now.
Wh... How did you even manage to set that up?
Explain later. Call you back after I talk to him.
Don't do that.
Hand it over. Very good.
You're making a big mistake, bro. You know whose car this is?
Zhan Menassian.
Then you know you're a dead man.
Call your uncle.
- You're crazy. - Call him now.
And say what?
- You set up a meeting. No bodyguards. - How am I supposed to do that?
I don't know. That's your problem. Call him.
Okay, take me to him.
Let's go.
His bodyguards won't be far away.
Be on the lookout for them then.
What?
It's not supposed to be open.
Let's go.
Call him.
Uncle Zhan.
Joey, help!
Yo, Colt, find that nephew?
Yep, and Zhan Menassian shot dead.
Mmm.
What? Damn.
There's gotta be security cameras in here, right?
Okay, hold on, man.
All right. Uh...
All right, I got your location. Let me see what I can find.
Need to know who else was here.
Bad news, bro. It's black-boxed. I got nada coming in or out.
Hold on a second, I got a camera here. It's hardwired.
Gotta be a way to tap into this thing, right?
Let's see where it leads.
- Hey, man. You gotta get out of there. - I need more time.
Find anything?
Yeah, I got something.
Colter, I'm not kidding, man. You gotta get out of there.
They'll be coming to check on their boss.
Yeah, I'm moving as fast as I can.
All right. Found the security system. What am I looking for?
- A router. A junction box. - Got it.
Okay. On the back. There should be serials, MAC addresses...
Hey, man. You know what?
Just take pics, send them to me, and get the hell out of there, man.
- Hey. - Hey, what the hell is going on?
Menassian was executed.
Look at this.
Randy, I'm here with Keaton.
All right. Hooking you into my feed
and we're a go.
- Menassian. - Yeah. Just wait for it.
Dobbs.
What the hell?
And he took his phone. None of this makes any sense.
Hold on a second. Can you play that back?
Right there. Stop.
What is that right there on the window? What is that? A reflection?
Uh. Yep. Right there with you.
- Can you blow it up? - Uh-huh.
You're kidding me.
What? Who is it?
Lang. Emile Lang.
Contract killer. Ruthless.
I thought he was dead.
Okay. Emile Lang.
He's been off the map for five years after killing a cop at the Vortex nightclub.
Then, poof, he was gone. Theory was somebody killed him.
Why the hell resurface now?
Maybe the Russians found him. Hired him to move on Menassian.
So why use Dobbs?
Lang must've grabbed him at the farm or...
- Maybe they're working together. - No way.
No, Lang works alone. Cold, efficient.
There's gotta be something we're missing here.
Randy, Dobbs has Menassian's phone, right? Is it still pinging?
Hold on.
Oh, hell yeah, it is. Wooded area south of you.
Got it. Okay, let's go.
I don't get why Lang's holding on to Dobbs.
I mean, what's he need him for?
Anything about Dobbs you're not sharing with me?
What do you mean?
I know you guys were partners. People have secrets.
Hey, you don't know the guy.
I'm not ready to go there yet.
Let's go find him.
Definitely close.
Got something here.
Dobbs.
- I got him. - Dobbs!
Don't move. Don't move.
Oh, man. It's bad, isn't it?
He's in shock from blood loss.
- You got a first aid kit? - It's in my trunk.
All right, I'm gonna go get it and call 911.
Dobbs. Hey.
It was Lang.
H-He killed the farmer.
Who is he working for, huh? The Russians?
Not Russians.
Who was it then?
Whose is this?
Menassian's, maybe.
I tried.
I'm sorry.
You did good.
Dobbs! Dobbs! Come on, buddy, wake up! Wake up!
Wake up!
You got a pulse?
He's gone.
Dobbs wanted us to look at Menassian's phone.
We don't have time for that.
This accident just happened, right? Lang can't be too far.
Can you call it in?
Yeah. You find Lang, and you let me know. He killed Dobbs.
I'll let you know. Just call it in, okay?
Will do.
I'm gonna go look for him.
Yes. Retired Detective John Keaton.
Got an MVA and a homicide south of Tacoma.
You okay, man?
Get out of the way. I'm not gonna say it again.
Okay. Just take it.
I wanted you to hear it from me.
Yeah.
Dobbs is dead.
What are you talking about?
Emile Lang resurfaced.
What do you mean resurfaced?
Lang is the one who shot the farmer.
Dobbs figured it out, tried to stop him, got killed.
The Russians must've hired him.
Dobbs said it wasn't them.
Okay, well, then the best I have to go on
is that Lang is taking down Menassian's operation
and somebody paid him to do it.
Any units out there yet?
Yeah, Simms is here already.
Okay, good. I'm heading over there myself. I want you to sit tight.
Hey... ...I'm sorry about Dobbs.
Yeah, me too.
I didn't work with him for very long, but he was a good guy.
I'm sorry, I gotta take this.
Please.
Hey, Colt. You find Lang?
No, not yet. He's injured. I think he made it to the road.
Any idea where he went?
Maybe. I figure he's gonna need a car. I had Randy look into it.
Looks like there was a gray Honda that was carjacked not too far from here.
- Well, that's gotta be him. - That's what I'm thinking.
I have Randy sending me a location now.
Okay, sit tight. I'm coming to pick you up.
Yeah.
Hi. Can I help you, sir?
Are you okay?
Got banged up on my motorcycle. Hit a deer.
Gosh, I'm sorry.
Gotta clean up before I get to my mom's house or she's gonna have a heart attack.
Mmm.
First, I got to take care of the deer.
Need a, um, a plastic tarp and some duct tape.
Yeah. We have them right over here.
And I'm gonna need a rifle.
Put the poor thing out of its misery.
How you holding up? You all right?
Processing, but good.
Still trying to understand what Dobbs was caught up in.
People are complicated.
You can't possibly know everything about them. Even if you did...
At least he tried to stop Lang. But from what?
What did the police say?
Bogart thinks it's the Russians. Told him it wasn't, but...
They're gonna do what they do until they reach a dead end
or figure Lang's next move.
Our way's faster.
Yeah. Supposed to wait back there for Bogart, but this is more important.
I got something from Randy here.
All right, it looks like that carjacked Honda is back on the move again
headed towards this lake right here.
Let's go.
I'll get it.
Sorry to bother you.
We have a report of a neighborhood gas leak.
We need to check your lines.
Okay.
I... I don't know where.
Usually in the basement.
Down the hall, first door on your right.
I think we should have a talk.
Randy says this house belongs to an accountant, Bradley Weitz.
What is Lang doing here?
And I don't see the Honda he hijacked.
Gotta be here somewhere.
It's okay. I'm here to help you.
- Who are you? - The housekeeper.
Okay. Anything?
Rest is clear.
This man, Lang, was he here?
He tied me up. He took my boss out to the garage out in the back.
You go. I got this.
- He's gonna take care of you, okay? Okay. - Mmm.
What did Lang want?
He kept asking where she was. Someone called Cassie Lindstrom.
Does your boss know the name?
I don't know, but she's not here.
That's him.
Go in the bathroom, lock the door. Go. Do not... Go, go, go.
Okay.
Keaton. Keaton.
Hey. Okay.
It was Lang.
Oh. I'm okay. I'm okay. Go get him.
No, no, he's already gone.
Hang on, buddy. Damn.
Keaton.
Keaton?
Keaton? Hey, hey!
Come on, buddy. Okay, come on.
Come back to me, buddy. Come on.
- Come on. - Stop that.
I gotta get you to the hospital, okay? Come on.
On three, here we go. One, two, three.
Come on. Here we go.
Hey, are you able to reach Colter? He's not answering my calls.
Let's try him.
It's Colter. Leave a message.
Okay. Come on. Let's look for him.
Boom, there he is. He's on the move. He's probably just got bad cell coverage.
I keep telling him to get a signal booster...
...but he don't listen to me.
Reenie, what is it?
I did some digging into Menassian
after you found the payments he made to the dead farmer.
And he had an old shell company that was shut down six years ago due to fraud.
Okay, I mean, it's not a big shock.
Yeah, well, then I pulled the records on the old company
and found some pretty notable transfers.
Look.
Clive Sherman, the farmer, oldie but goody.
Yeah, keep looking.
Nat Dobbs?
Keaton's old partner was on the take from Menassian?
Yeah.
You got to be kidding me,
and I'm seeing a lot of numbered accounts with no names on them.
Yeah, I think a lot of these people are still on the take
from the new shell company.
Okay. Okay.
Let's go down this rabbit hole.
Hey. Okay. Hey, listen to me. Listen to me. You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be all right.
Listen to me. Hey, hey. Keaton.
Keaton, listen to me. I need your help with something.
The housekeeper. What else did she tell you? Think. Think!
Lang's looking for Cassie Lindstrom.
- Lindstrom? Who's Lindstrom? Who is that? - Yeah.
Lindstrom's the same name as the cop who died at Vortex nightclub.
The one Lang supposedly killed, right? Right, Keaton?
Hey, hey, listen to me. You hang on. Buddy...
- I'm sorry I got you into this. - No.
- I'm sorry, man. - No.
Hey, you're not done yet.
You understand? We are not done yet.
Keaton, listen to me.
You want to get Lang? Hey! You want to get Lang?
- Yeah. - Yeah? You hang on, okay?
You hang on. Hang on, buddy. You got this.