Point of origin is 186 centimeters from the wall.
After consulting the surgeon, it was determined that
the bullet struck Kyle Stansbury's head at a negative 17-degree angle,
and exited with a negative 28-degree trajectory.
Based on the position of the victim's body,
our ballistics test indicate that the point of impact
between the bullet and the victim was 106 centimeters from the ground.
About three and a half feet.
So Kyle was on his knees when he got shot?
Very likely.
- Execution style. - Or he was on his knees
because he was sorry about what he did and was about to off himself.
There were two guns.
The army of one could've ditched the other Nina
before he came to his senses.
The SID report said that there were no GSR traces on either hand of the victim.
Um... Uh...
Is that, um, consistent with other suicides you've dealt with before?
It's not uncommon.
The hand closest to the 9-millimeter was in a pool of blood.
Any gunshot residue could have been contaminated.
Scientifically speaking, Doc, did he off himself or did someone else do it?
Our ballistics tests were not able to positively determine the distance
from which the gun was fired, so it could be either a homicide or a suicide.
For real?
You got all this fancy-ass sci-fi shit and that's all you can tell me?
We're dealing with a very scientifically unique situation here, Detective.
Jesus Christ, Linden.
You gotta keep it together.
At least in public.
Bethany showed up at my house last night looking for her dad.
I told her I didn't know where he was, but she didn't believe me.
So what?
She's just some stupid kid whose parents have got problems.
- Nobody's gonna believe her. - She knows I'm lying.
She's not gonna give up.
Calm down.
We're good. Okay? Trust me.
Linden. Linden.
Ten-hut!
At ease, cadets. Have a seat.
By now, you're all well aware that a tragic event
has befallen your fellow cadet, Kyle Stansbury,
and his family.
Today, Cadet Stansbury will be rejoining us here at St. George's.
On this campus, we are a family.
What happens to one of us happens to all of us.
And as a family, we will all move forward.
I expect all of you to help your brother reacclimate to life here,
and grant him the respect he deserves in the wake of this tragedy.
Yes, cadet?
Ma'am, didn't he do it, ma'am?
Let me make this clear
because I will not repeat myself.
Any stories or rumors you've heard
about cadet Stansbury's involvement in this incident have no merit.
Civilians outside these walls
ground their lives in presumption and supposition,
instead of discipline and purpose.
But at St. George's,
we hold ourselves to a higher standard.
We live our lives according to a code of truth,
duty, honor and integrity.
Make no mistake, cadets.
Anyone who defies my orders will be dealt with in the most severe fashion.
There is now a new zero-tolerance policy in effect
at St. George's.
Is my message clear?
Ma'am, yes, ma'am!
Battalion, all rise for vespers.
Ten-hut.
Jesus Christ, man.
You're even more of a fucking freak now.
You seriously don't remember shit from that night?
It's okay, buddy.
Amnesia's a bitch.
Heard your little sis took it right in the face, though.
Too bad.
She was gonna be one fine piece of pussy one day.
911, what's your emergency?
I heard gunshots, six or seven of them.
They're coming from the Stansbury house.
- Sir, do you have an address? - Yes, I do.
They reside at 8327 Ferndell Lane.
Emmet Deschler, neighbor.
He sounds so calm, like he's ordering takeout instead of calling in a...
shooting.
Those ballistics reports are inconclusive. Let it go.
We can't charge Kyle, and you know it.
Religion's inconclusive.
Don't stop five billion people believing what they believe.
God is not the DA.
So let's just do our job and go talk to this neighbor.
Right now, he is the only lead we have.
What the hell are you guys doing in here, playing Deer Hunter?
Case of Rolling Rock says Linden blows her head off first.
Let's go.
One shot, Linden. One shot.
Yo, Holder, do me a solid, will you?
Take these Pied Piper case files home to your girlfriend.
I don't wanna schlep my ass all the way over to city hall again.
Yeah.
Sure.
- Oh, I got my hands full. - Oh, that's funny.
- Shit. - Asshole.
That's premium roast, you prick. You owe me.
Yeah, it is. It is.
Fucker.
Jesus Christ.
Ah...
How long have you been neighbors with the Stansburys, Mr. Deschler?
I moved back about 10 years ago to look after my ailing mother.
She passed a few years later and I inherited the house.
You can see the Stansbury house from here. Do you know the family well?
I was introduced to them years ago by my mother.
But other than seeing them at the market on occasion, no, I didn't know them.
I generally eschew formal engagements and social gatherings.
Yeah, you look like you haven't flown the coop in a while.
By nature, artists are sometimes invalids.
My home is my camera obscura.
So I'm not gonna find a Velvet Elvis hanging anywhere around here?
No. I believe that pain and suffering is true art.
A physical replication, regardless of medium.
Is that right?
Happiness creates a laziness which allows us to forget.
But pain teaches us a lesson which forces us to grow.
On the night of the murders
can you describe to me what you were doing immediately before you dialed 911?
I already spoke to the other officers.
They appeared to be writing down my words.
They did. I'd like to hear it from you in case they missed something.
I was sitting right here, looking out the window.
And I was startled by half a dozen or so loud bangs.
Like someone was hunting.
For someone who was startled, you sounded very calm on the phone.
Do that a lot? Just sit there and stare out at nothing at 5:00 in the morning?
It's not nothing.
It's beautiful.
She said so herself. I assume you meant it.
That's still a long way to hear a 9-millimeter.
It's not exactly a hand cannon.
It's very quiet around here.
Any kind of loud noise echoes and carries across the water,
especially at night.
You told the 911 operator that the shots were coming from the Stansbury house.
How could you be so sure?
Theirs was the only light on.
In your statement, you never mentioned the lights were on in the house.
They never asked.
And the lights weren't on in the house. They were on in the beach house.
That's where I assumed the shots were coming from.
I never come out here.
Mr. Stansbury is very specific. I don't clean the beach house.
- Did he say why? - No.
And I don't ask.
You afraid of him?
No.
They always paid me on time.
There's just nothing for me to do.
The house is always clean.
Top to bottom.
With three kids you always see a mess. Not the Stansburys.
Nothing was out of place, ever.
It's like nobody lived here.
- Only ghosts. - Thank you.
- Unis did a sweep? - Cursory. Nothing to write home about.
What do you think?
I think Boo Radley over there
is one sunny day away from cutting his ear off.
No forced entry, locked from the inside.
If somebody was here, they had a key.
That guy's a fucking weirdo. Let's run a check on him.
We'll call SID to have them dust for prints.
Maybe there was a motion sensor that went off or something.
Boom, boom.
- Welcome back, cadet. - Thank you, ma'am.
There were no complications with your release from the hospital?
- No, ma'am. - Good.
Now that you're back on campus, focus could be on the future.
As your legal guardian, I'm prepared to take the necessary steps
to ensure your full recovery.
Your class schedule will remain the same.
You will be excused from any kind of PT.
And your new living quarters will be located in the infirmary
where a nurse will be on duty.
You will be meeting with a psychologist once a week.
With all due respect, ma'am, I prefer to return to the barracks.
I don't need to speak to a psychologist.
That stuff's 90 percent bullshit, anyways.
Excuse me, cadet?
I'm not a victim. I don't wanna be treated like one.
I don't know how much you remember about your time here, cadet.
But you didn't fit in.
Boys can be the cruelest animals and they will cut you no slack now.
I recall what it was like
but it will be worse for me if you turn me into a charity case, ma'am.
Do you remember the night of the murders?
No.
I spent every moment in the hospital trying to.
They say it's better if I don't.
You could be right.
Ahem. The academy has made arrangements
for funeral services to take place on Wednesday.
I'd like to see them before then, ma'am, say my goodbyes.
I'm sorry, that's not possible.
They were shot at close range. It's a closed casket service.
I'm sorry. I thought you were aware of that.
Then like you said, ma'am, it's even more critical that I focus on my future,
and be treated the same as any other cadet.
You'll return to the barracks.
Don't make me regret my decision.
I won't, ma'am.
Dismissed.
Maybe Little Miss Perfect was sneaking out at night.
Hitting the clubs
and then she stashed her party clothes down at the beach house
so papa wouldn't find them.
That doesn't seem like her style.
What the hell do you know about style, Linden?
Thought you shopped at Ross Dress for Less?
At least I don't get my clothes at the Goodwill.
Hey, you find anything you like in there, you take it for a spin.
Extreme Makeover, Linden Edition.
These styles don't match.
Not the sizes, either.
One's a little country, one's a little rock 'n' roll.
- You? - No.
Phoebe's a four, these are an eight.
What about the mom's?
No, she's the same size as her daughter.
These clothes belong to somebody else.
I'm gonna run these down to SID.
Have them run a print on the bag and the belt.
Hey, take a look at these.
What the fuck?
Miss Model Citizen ain't all discipline.
Yeah, she's posing for these.
Did you find anything at the Stansbury's beach house?
No, but we found these in Phoebe Stansbury's room.
She kept them.
I knew she loved them. I knew it.
Is someone in the house, Mr. Deschler? You need to come with us.
You don't understand. Phoebe and I, we had a special relationship.
- Down on your knees. - Down on your knees!
Put your hands behind your neck. Behind your neck.
You don't understand. Those photos, they were special.
- Shut the fuck up. - Keep him down here!
- Can't go up there! - Shut up!
Shut your mouth.
Shut up!
- I know my rights, and you can't... - Shut the fuck up.
You don't understand. Phoebe and I, we had a connection.
You don't understand. She wanted to be seen...
Shut the fuck up!
Holder!
No, no.
No, she's mine, not yours! She's mine!
Holy shit.
What the fuck you two faggots laughing at?
Tommy finger-blasted Jenny Becker in the Sonic bathroom Saturday night.
No fucking way.
Whoa! Little Tommy getting to be quite the man.
Way to get your name in the box score, bud. Good job.
Oh, shit. Everyone, look.
Carrie got her period.
- Oh, shit. - Look, Stansbury's he's bleeding.
What a pussy.
Need a tampon to plug up your slash, little girl?
- The bitch is on heavy flow this month. - Get him a maxi pad.
- The little baby's gonna cry. - That's enough!
What, you think that's funny, huh?
Finish up your business and get out of here.
Maintain the pressure, all right?
Clean yourself up. I'll let the infirmary know you're on your way.
As I said, I'm more than happy to assist in your investigation.
But I need to be present for any conversations you have with my students.
Fine. As long as you understand that in the event we go to court,
I may need to subpoena you as a witness.
Understood.
Enter.
Cadet Stansbury reporting as ordered, ma'am.
The detectives would like to ask you some further questions.
Ma'am.
Sir, ma'am.
Take a seat, cadet.
How are you feeling, Kyle?
Much better, thank you, ma'am.
Good.
Do you know if anyone was staying in the beach house?
Friend, or guest of the family, maybe?
No, ma'am, I do not.
So you never had some sweet, little thing over for some
late night Marco Polo?
- No, I did not, sir. - You've had a traumatic experience.
Memories get buried and need to be dug out.
So just try to think, Kyle.
I do not know if anyone was staying in that beach house.
You got your answer. Is there more you need, Detectives?
What was your relationship like with your sister?
- Nadine? - No. Your other sister, Phoebe.
She was fine. We were fine. Why?
- What are you doing? - This is part of our investigation.
We found these pictures in your sister's bedroom.
Do you know the man who lives across the lake from your house, Emmett Deschler?
- No. - I think that's enough, Detectives.
We're just getting answers.
You've got them, so we're done here.
- You knew about this? - Cadet, you're dismissed.
No, please.
We're trying to help. If you know anything about Emmett Deschler,
- anything at all... - Cadet.
I didn't know there were pictures. Um...
I saw Phoebe one night, she was standing in front of her window like that,
and I told her that anybody could see inside her room
but it was like she wanted to be seen.
Did you tell anyone?
Heh. My parents. They didn't believe me.
Phoebe was their favorite. You know, she couldn't do anything wrong.
Not like me.
After I told on her, she cut the piano wires.
They didn't even get mad at her for that.
Piano was yours?
Yeah. I should've just shut up. I should've... I should've known.
My parents didn't believe anything I said. They didn't care about me, so...
Did Emmett have a relationship with your sister?
I don't know.
I'm feeling a little sick.
Cadet Stansbury needs to get some rest. We're done here.
Cadet, you're dismissed.
He didn't do it.
Do you believe that now?
I don't care. I'm his daughter. I need to talk to him.
There must be something you can do.
I'm sorry. Lieutenant Skinner isn't here.
- I can't help you. - I got this, Mike.
Bethany, how's it going? You okay?
Detective Reddick, I can't find my dad anywhere.
I keep texting and calling, but he hasn't texted me back in two weeks.
- Doesn't make sense. - Have you talked to your mom?
She doesn't care. She's basically glad he's gone.
How long has it been since you've seen your dad?
Like, two weeks.
He's with that bitch, his old partner.
- Linden? - She's lying,
she knows where my dad is.
I'm sure he's fine, sweetie.
Nothing to worry about.
But tell you what...
I'll make a couple of calls, see what I can do.
Come on.
Come on, I'll give you a ride home.
Linden.
Yeah.
That's it?
All right, just put a copy of his statement on my desk.
Deschler lawyered up and provided an alibi for the night of the murders.
He's got time-stamped photos he took of the Stansbury house
right up until he dialed 911.
Guess he was looking for Phoebe in her window, and then
called it in when he realized the flashes of light were gunfire.
Maybe those photos are something we can go on.
No. They said there's a couple muzzle flashes visible,
but otherwise the house was too dark to see anything.
The kid's still our best suspect.
He could be playing us.
I'm just saying.
Convenient that he didn't tell us about his fucked-up family.
No one talks about family secrets and you know it.
They just stay screwed up.
Not everyone messes up their kids.
You know, it's a choice how you act.
A uni said Emmett had a couple of years' worth of photos.
Let's go through them and see if there's anything we can pull.
Have to do it manana.
They'll still be dead tomorrow, Linden.
What's the matter?
You afraid to be alone or something?
We got a problem.
You know how I love breasts and thighs.
Just pick whichever one is smallest.
They're both way more than enough.
- Really? - Yeah.
Your family have any restrictions I need to know about?
They need some dietary restrictions.
My sis and her kid, they only eat foods that got the word "fried",
"finger," "strip" or "stick" in it.
Need some probiotics to clean them out.
Staying up late, watching the Oxygen Network again?
Yes.
The baby needs some building blocks.
From now on, it's just raw milk, fresh greens.
You're gonna start craving things that are white.
Mm. Like you?
Hell, yeah.
Better fucking believe it.
No, but seriously, like potatoes, cottage cheese, tapioca, cocktail onions.
Babe, why don't you get some of the Cap'n Crunch you like?
No.
No. I'm only eating what you're eating.
I'm pregnant too.
Okay, you're really cute.
But it's still super early and I know you love your cereal.
Well, he is the captain and everything. You know, he can pull rank.
So he knows crunch berries make me a better crime fighter.
Help me.
Kyle, help me.
Please.
Kyle.
Help me.
Nadine?
Please, help me.
Kyle.
Nadine?
- Kyle. - Nadine.
Kyle, please, help me.
I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.
Oh, man.
Oh, Kyle.
I'm sorry. We're just having a little fun.
You understand, right?
Hey.
How's your dead sister, by the way?
- What are you doing? - Whoa.
We're just messing around, AJ.
- Why don't you chill the fuck out? - Don't move.
Apologize to Cadet Stansbury.
Why don't you get the fuck out of my face, sir?
- Wait, no! - Strike him, cadet.
- What the fuck...? - Strike him, now.
- Get the fuck off me! - Hit him, goddammit!
- Hit him, that's an order! - Get the fuck off me!
Again!
- Again! - Run!
Again! Again!
Let him go! He's had enough!
That's enough, that's enough. Easy, easy.
Easy.
Your gun.
You didn't think we'd forget, did you, Sarah?
Your request for a new sidearm. After your last one was stolen.
Try and be more careful next time, will you, Detective?
- Yeah, thanks. - Thanks.
Hot off the press.
Lab pulled a print from my bag.
Our mystery lady is one Katrina Nelson.
She was at the hospital.
Not the only place she was at.
Got latents not only in the beach house but all over the main house.
Living room, dining room, kitchen, master bed, master bath.
She got around.
Unis are following up on her last known address,
but the landlady said she took off last October.
Getting ESD to check in on her last employment,
but so far, it's nothing.
She's got priors last three years.
Petty theft, robbery, vandalism.
Keep reading. It gets better.
Aggravated assault charges filed against her on October 9th of last year.
"DA dropped charges shortly thereafter
citing lack of cooperation from the victim, Philip Stansbury."
She assaulted him,
and he let her off scot-free.
Wonder why.
Keep icing it.
If anybody asks, you got cracked by your rifle during drills.
Why are you being cool to me now?
You never were before.
Because that psycho Lincoln deserves it.
I thought you lost all your memory, cadet.
No. Just from that night.
You were a pussy before.
Maybe you're growing a pair now.
Ten-hut.
At assembly, I said that certain practices would cease.
Was I unclear, cadet?
No, ma'am.
What happened to your face, cadet?
I fell in the shower, ma'am.
You need to be more careful next time, cadet.
Yes, ma'am.
In any battalion, you are one.
You all have the same strengths.
You all have the same weaknesses.
What happens to one of you happens to all of you.
One of you disobeys my orders, all of you disobey my orders.
You didn't have those bruises on your hand yesterday morning, cadet.
I lost control of my rifle during drills, ma'am.
I gave you your chance.
And you've chosen to make an example of yourself.
And of everyone else.
Cadet Fielding, have your battalion assembled in full ACUs
on the north field at 0700.
Yes, ma'am.
You heard the colonel, let's go!
Right wheel!
Tighten the formation!
Battalion, halt!
Rifles down!
What the hell is that, cadets?
You call that a formation?
That was an embarrassment. Get it together, you pieces of shit.
We're gonna do it until we get it right.
Adopt the push-up position.
Now!
Down!
Half way!
Down! Up!
Half way!
Up!
Down!
What is your problem?
You have a problem with me, cadet?
Get down! Up!
Half way!
Down!
Up! Half way!
Down!
Up!
Down!
Got something for me, homes?
I don't gotta talk to you, pig.
You do now. Probable cause.
Decriminalized, bitch.
No, not that.
- That. - What?
This, dumbass.
You got papers for this?
Yo, what you hassling me for, man?
You Logic?
No, that ain't me.
I heard that dude won the mega millions.
Moved to Minneapolis or something.
Asshole. You're on the SPD payroll as a CI, right?
Keep it down, all right? Jesus.
You talk to some cops, male-female duo, a couple weeks ago about a missing kid?
No, I ain't snitched to 5-0 in, like, forever.
That's a long time, be specific.
I don't know, maybe four, five months at least.
You didn't talk to anybody?
Lady cop.
Redhead.
Sure you weren't just tweaked out of your mind and forgot?
No, I quit that poison way back when.
This? I need this for my pain management.
- No shit. - Shit.
This is like Flintstones chewables.
I'm only keeping this. You're welcome.
Yo.
You guys still handing out scratch to snitches?
Possible.
Gotta get me something good.
Kyle.
In case you don't remember, stay away from the beans.
They'll give you the runs.
You did real good today.
I'm proud of you.
Really? I thought, I don't know,
I kind of thought I messed up. Everybody's pissed at me.
You showed loyalty to the unit, that's all that matters.
Colonel Rayne would have punished us way more if you'd ratted.
Thanks, sir.
You can call me by my name.
Okay.
They have a cop car outside the gates.
Saw it today during drills.
What's up with that?
They think whoever did that to my family is gonna come back for me.
Some doughnut-eating cop isn't gonna stop anybody.
We will.
No one's hurting one of our own. Understand?
Yes, sir, AJ.
Close ranks, boys, we got some unfriendlies approaching.
Kyle, we need to talk to you.
- I'm eating dinner. - It can't wait.
I already told you everything I know. Get off my back.
Ma'am, regulations state you're not permitted in here without an escort.
Slow your roll there, Captain America.
You don't wanna take any friendly fire now, do you?
You wanna talk here?
It's fine. You got those photos?
We'll make a whole collage of Phoebe here on the table.
Is that what you want?
Or we can go talk in the hall.
It's your call, Kyle.
You know this girl?
- You sure? Take another look. - I don't know who that is.
I insist you follow regulations or I'll be obligated to call security.
Ten-hut.
That'll be enough, Cadet Fielding.
- What are you doing here? - You weren't in your office.
I don't have time to conduct my investigation around your schedule.
That badge may work outside these walls,
but in here, we have a different set of rules.
That's clear.
I know women like you.
You think by defying authority, you can get the respect you crave
from your male colleagues.
That's not the way it works, Detective. Not in here, and not with me.
You don't know anything about me.
And I'm not defying your authority.
- I'm doing my job. - So am I.
I have already repeated myself once, which is once more than I ever do.
You come here again,
and you talk with any of my students without my permission,
and I will go to the deputy commissioner and file a formal complaint.
All right, let's go, Linden. Come on.
Let's go.
As you were.
Kid's lying.
He knows something.
He probably knows Kat. They could've done it together.
Don't ever do that again.
I was helping you out, Linden.
You can't always be going at 11.
Now we got her right where we want her.
It's like with lions.
Now, when you tame them, you gotta put them on a pedestal.
Let them think they're dominant, that they got the upper hand.
Now, they feel safe up there, feared, like, the alpha dog.
You make them believe that they're looking down on you,
when all eyes are actually on them,
and you're the one who's really in control.
Trust me, Linden. It went good.
Stop worrying about Bethany.
Linden.
Have you talked to Skinner lately?
No. Why?
His daughter's worried.
She thinks something happened to him.
She's real broke up over Daddy going AWOL.
Figured I'd ask you.
Yeah, I don't know.
You know how kids can be though.
I do, I do. I have a daughter of my own.
But I wanted to help Bethany out, so I
I checked Skinner's phone records.
He hasn't made a call since that night Adrian went missing.
His last call was to you.
Thought your phone was dead that night.
You said you and Skinner were shaking down Cis near Adrian's school.
I checked around.
Funny thing, nobody remembers speaking with you.
We were having an affair.
I ended his marriage, wrecked his family, he moved out on his child.
You wanna know more than that, then talk to him.
Otherwise stay the fuck out of my face.
I needed to see you.
I tried at the hospital, but there were cops around.
No, don't.
Do you remember what happened?
The last thing I remember I was here in my room.
Then I was in the hospital.
Oh, okay.
You're okay.
That's all that matters.
The police came asking about you.
I didn't tell them anything.
They got what they deserved.