Pumpkin double cream cheese.
Come on. You gotta eat something.
Eat one of those, and then you don't have to eat the rest of the day.
Or the rest of week.
Any luck, our girl Kat will show up at the Stansbury funeral.
You need some energy. We might have to chase her down.
Never know.
Holder,
I can't find the second shell casing. I've looked everywhere.
- You put them both on the table, right? - Yeah.
It's gotta be in the house.
You looked, right?
Everywhere.
What about the gun?
I got rid of it, like you told me to. I'm not stupid.
So it's there. Don't worry about it.
- Come on. Eat something. - What about LoJack?
Someone could find his car in that lake because we didn't check his LoJack.
I did.
It didn't. He had it disabled.
The last thing he wanted was for someone to be able to track him.
How could I not have known who he was?
I don't know if I can do this. I'm drowning, Holder.
You have to.
- We got no choice. - Yeah. We do.
I could, um,
just tell them who he was. What he was.
Are you fucking crazy?
After everything we've gone through?
Look, I'm not going to jail for that scumbag.
Caroline's pregnant.
Everything is different now.
I'm gonna be a dad.
Gonna have a wife and baby that need me.
So here's what we're gonna do, Linden.
We're gonna move forward and leave this shit behind.
So eat your fucking muffin.
We got a funeral to get to.
Right, left.
Left, right.
What makes you think Kat will show?
She was at the hospital.
Maybe she's his shorty.
Then again, probably not.
That kid's never got his cherry popped.
Left, right. Hold.
Come here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Left round.
Lower.
About face.
Kyle.
What do you want?
Sorry, Kyle, but we're still looking for this girl.
Well, she's not here, okay? I told you. I don't know her.
What the fuck?
Why are you wasting your time with that girl
instead of catching who did this to my family?
This is absolutely not the time. Please give Kyle some privacy.
Please.
Told you that girl wouldn't be here.
Really?
He's a weak-willed son of a bitch.
And I could give a shit where he is right now.
Yeah. Yeah. I hear you.
I just wanna know where your husband went that night
- and I'll be out of your hair. - For God's sake, Carl.
Don't you people ever talk to each other?
I told that other detective that night that he was going to the lake house.
What lake house?
The crappy cabin we bought up at Lake Sawyer when we first got married.
Didn't even have a toilet.
We were young then and stupid.
Which detective did you talk to?
I don't know. The greasy one with the chin hair.
He came to the house looking for James.
- Thanks, Jen. - Okay.
You've reached the voice mail of Lieutenant Skinner.
Uh, Lieutenant.
Reddick here.
Uh, sir, I know you're on vacation,
but, uh, if you could give me a call, it'd be mucho appreciated.
Uh, not an emergency, but your daughter's a little worried.
Might wanna give her a call too.
Uh, okay.
This is Detective Holder.
Leave a message, I'll get back to you.
There is comfort in remembering that death is not the end.
There is comfort in knowing that we can see those we love again.
And that Philip, Linda, Phoebe and Nadine
have finally come home.
Would you like to say a few words, son?
My family was, um,
a big part of my life.
My little sister, Nadine, was funny, and
and sweet and, uh...
I guess some people think I did it.
Thank you, Kyle.
Would you please join me in prayer.
Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name,
thy kingdom come,
thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses.
I shouldn't have said that.
I should've written something to say.
People think they know what grief is, but
they don't.
You say things and do things sometimes
that don't make sense.
You did fine, Kyle.
Cadet Knopf, you needed to see me?
Yes, ma'am.
- May I speak freely, ma'am? - Of course.
What is it, Knopf?
This is difficult because I know it's been a very challenging day
for Cadet Stansbury.
If this is a private discussion, you may close my office door.
But rules are rules.
And as duty guard, I'm aware that, as you always say, ma'am,
"Good order is the foundation of all good."
What do you want, Lincoln?
Last night, while I was on patrol at around 2200 hours
I witnessed a young woman sneaking out of Cadet Stansbury's room, ma'am.
How old was she?
I'd say 25-ish.
Who is she?
I have no idea, ma'am.
But I did hear what she had to say to him.
See this car here?
Here it is again.
Yeah. Looks like a Toyota.
It's a Corolla maybe. It's an older model though.
These photos were taken over a two-year period.
This car was parked in front of the Stansburys' house
early morning, late at night.
Here, there's somebody in the driver's seat.
I wanna know who this car belongs to.
Sarah, it's the needle in a haystack.
I mean, we got a make, maybe.
This isn't much of a license plate.
This doesn't give us a lot to work with.
So canvass the neighborhood. See if anyone can ID it.
- Just do it. - Detective Linden.
Thanks, Harjo.
Is there something I could help you with, Colonel Rayne?
Looks like you just moved in.
Been a few years, actually.
Decor is not our first priority.
Evidently.
How many of you are there?
- Homicide detectives? - Women.
You're looking at her.
There are advantages to being the only woman, aren't there?
I don't know. I've never worked with another woman.
We can be challenging.
Or so I've been told.
Yeah. How can I help you, Colonel?
I think I may know where you can find that girl that you're looking for.
Kat something or other?
Did Kyle say something about her?
No, but she apparently was in his room last night.
That's strictly against school rules.
And Kyle knows that. I'm disappointed in him.
I am doing everything that I can to help you, Detective.
As I told you that I would.
Did you see the girl?
One of my boys did.
He heard her invite Kyle to her show tonight.
She's some kind of musician.
Yo, Holder.
- You got a sec? - Yeah, but talk fast.
I gotta pick something up for Caroline, and the store closes in, like, five.
Look at you. All pussy-whipped, settled down.
- Keeps me off the streets. - We'll see how long that lasts.
I know you told me, but I can't seem to remember.
What did you say you were doing that night that Adrian kid went missing?
Same as you. I was looking for the kid.
Yeah.
You didn't tell me you were at the Skinner's lake house, did you?
What lake house? Why would I do that?
Yeah, right.
Having a senior moment, I guess.
What's with all the questions, man? You wanna put me in the box or something?
Just dotting my T's, crossing my I's.
Pulling all this Pied Piper shit together for the DA.
Yeah, you worry me, bro.
Seem a little scattered.
Maybe you ought to try some of that ginkgo biloba or something.
We got a lead on the girl.
ESD said Kat's last place of employment
was Greenhurst Equestrian Center.
The Stansburys were members.
Maybe the dad gave her a job.
Why would he do that?
He liked her torn fishnets.
Tell you one thing, Kat can't be much of a musician
if she plays at a joint like that.
What is that?
Chipotle cheese kale chips.
You're gonna feed that kind of crap to your baby?
Maybe.
When he has teeth.
He? What makes you think it's a he?
I don't know. I guess I always figured
I'd have a little man, you know.
So you're just going for it, this whole baby thing?
I'm going to my first pre-natal ob-gyn thing tomorrow.
I just never saw you as the parental type.
What can I say, Linden?
You've been an inspiration to me.
You'll be a good dad.
What did Reddick want earlier?
Nothing. Just talking shit about you per usual.
That's her, right?
Yep.
Whoa, there, kitty, kitty, kitty.
- Where you going? You just got here. - Hey. What are you doing?
Seattle Police.
You got a minute?
Let's go, kitty.
You were arrested for assaulting Philip Stansbury last October.
- He dropped the charges. - He gave you a job.
- Was he your sugar daddy? - It wasn't like that.
I needed the money and a place to stay, so...
That beach house, you were living there?
I don't buy it, mamacita.
Why would he move a sneaky little ho-bag thief into his beach house
unless he was getting a little something-something on the side?
How the hell should I know?
Guess he was just a nice guy.
- Can I go now? - Was he?
A nice guy?
Ask his kid.
We're asking you.
He was okay.
He got me a job shoveling horse shit at that phony club of his,
so I guess I should be eternally grateful.
Seems you had a pretty good deal at the Stansbury's.
Why'd you leave?
Because the social experiment was over.
And he had failed.
Who?
Philip Stansbury, a.k.a. Father of the Year 2013,
failed to rehabilitate poor little fucked-up me.
That was his mantra.
Hard work and discipline will lead to strength in character.
Apparently, a shit-ton of money.
- You seen that house? - You did.
We've got your prints all over it.
I used to sneak in when they weren't around.
Walk, pretend I lived in those rooms, like that was my life.
But it wasn't.
I was just an example to his loser son
that following the rules could make you a stand-up citizen.
Do your chores. Clean your room.
No blue jeans.
No posters on the walls.
No snacking between meals.
What rules did you break?
Took a fucking Haagen-Dazs bar out of the freezer
because I was hungry.
He practically called the cops.
When Kyle tried to stand up for me, he punched Kyle in the face.
His own kid.
So you had plenty of motive to kill Philip Stansbury.
A lot of people hated the Stansburys.
They were mean, hateful people.
Their stuck-up daughter was cruel. The mom was sick, I mean real sick.
Used to walk around the house braless, flirting with Phoebe's boyfriends.
I heard rumors she used to teach tennis to the boys at the high school
and then something happened.
Poor Kyle.
The only thing he ever did was try to protect me from his dad.
I was the only friend he had.
That motherfucker being dead
is the best thing that ever happened to Kyle.
Trust me.
You were there that night.
The lights were on in the beach house.
Kyle gave me the key, okay? It was a place to stay when I needed one.
That night?
Fell asleep watching TV.
I heard this noise...
like a scream.
Freaked me out.
I was going over to the house...
and then I heard gunshots.
Lots and lots of gunshots.
I got scared and ran.
Can I please go now?
Afraid not. We're gonna need your company for the next 48 hours.
Then I want a lawyer.
Dead center's 10 points.
If any of the dot remains, it counts as nine.
Shooting's a very mental sport.
If you're not prepared up here, can't do it.
Meyers says he thinks I got a good chance
at qualifying for Junior Olympics.
If Rayne will let me.
That bitch wants to do away with the rifle club.
My dad will have something to say about that.
I thought you liked her.
It's not about liking.
It's about what she's done to St. George's.
You know, graduating from this place used to mean something.
The whole place has gone to shit.
Now they'll let anyone in who has the dough.
Well, Colonel Rayne seems to really care about the school.
No shit she does.
It's the only job she could get after she bombed out of the Army.
I heard she was dishonorably discharged.
You heard from whom?
My dad knows a lot of people.
You want a shot?
Heh. No, that's okay.
I'm not very good.
You're probably better than you think you are.
Uh-oh.
Here comes Ginger.
Get out of the car.
Get out. Now.
I'm through with your bullshit. This isn't a game.
Get out.
- Stop. Stop. - This is where it started.
Your parents were asleep.
The killer was cold-blooded,
- Please stop. - Methodical.
- Just stop. - First your dad.
He never had a chance.
Shot in the chest three times while he was sleeping.
Blew a hole right through his head.
Why are you doing this to me?
- And then your mom. - No.
She was wounded, but she tried to crawl away.
- Shot three times in the back. - Stop.
Once in the back of the head.
- Was she screaming? - Stop it.
- Did she call out for you, Kyle? - I don't know. I don't know.
I don't remember.
- Was Kat here? Was she with you? - I... I...
She was your only friend.
She said your father being dead was the best thing that ever happened to you.
- I don't know why she said that, I swear. - Are you protecting her?
- Leave me alone. - Did she do this?
Did she do this to make life better for you?
- No. No. - Did she help you do it?
No. No. She didn't help me do it.
You lied about knowing Kat.
What else did you lie about?
Did you pull the trigger?
Stop it. I'm gonna be sick.
Come on. We're not done.
Don't. Not anymore. Please.
That is where we found Nadine.
Who could kill a sweet, innocent little girl like her?
I don't know.
I don't know. I would tell you if I did.
She was the only one who loved me.
She was the only one who cared about me in this whole fucking family.
There was no music in this house.
No talking.
They all hated me.
Why did they hate you?
This...
I don't know. This was a house of silence.
No one told the truth about anything.
What was the truth, Kyle?
I don't know.
Did I kill them?
Maybe I did.
You loved Nadine. Do you really think you could've killed her?
No.
Never.
From the moment I was born, that's all my dad ever wanted.
- What? - For me to be a good soldier.
- You collect those? - No.
My dad gave me one every year for my birthday.
But I wasn't allowed to touch them.
They're rare.
Kat mentioned something about an incident
at the high school with your mom.
You know what she was talking about?
You sure?
The girl's prints don't match the partial?
Partial on the gun?
All right. Well, just run it again.
Just do it, all right?
Call me back when it's done.
I must've messed up the time.
Sorry, babe.
I got there, they said you already left, and, you know...
Well, I found out our due date.
October 10th.
The baby's a Libra.
That's tight, right?
- That's a good thing? - I don't know.
I think the Libras are diplomatic and non-confrontational.
What's going on?
We're holding someone for the Stansbury murders, but
I don't think she did it.
No, I meant, what's wrong?
You've been kind of out of it.
Nothing.
You do remember that we're having dinner
with your sister and her kids tomorrow night, right?
Because clearly, you forgot the cupcakes.
I'm sorry, babe. I've just been waylaid with this case and everything.
I'll pick them up tomorrow. What's the big deal?
Uh, nothing.
Just don't forget the dinner.
Okay? That's the big deal.
Mm-hm.
- Jack. - Hey, Mom.
Oh, no. It's spring break.
I was supposed to pick you up at the airport at 6:15.
I tried to call you, but you didn't answer.
So I took a cab. Figured you were working.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm so glad you're here.
Are you okay, Mom?
Yeah, I am now.
I am now.
There he was, standing at my door.
I didn't even remember he was coming.
Of course, I had nothing planned for him,
so I guess he'll just hang out at the house all day.
He'll be all right as long as the Internet works.
You're full of sunshine today.
I've been thinking about Kat. I don't buy her as the killer.
It doesn't feel right.
Ain't her palm print on the gun.
We should probably cut her loose.
And I don't think Kyle did it either. Not after yesterday.
Look, I've been thinking.
I mean, Reddick ain't as much of a mook as we think he is.
Yesterday, he asked me what I was doing again that night.
What'd you tell him?
I told him I was looking for Adrian as before.
So, what's the problem?
He brought up the lake house.
I mean, I played dumb, but I don't like it.
He ain't letting it go.
He must have talked to Jen.
You asked her about the lake house that night.
What are we gonna do?
She doesn't know anything, and Reddick doesn't have anything.
He's just digging.
Why didn't you tell me about this?
I just did.
We can't afford to keep secrets.
Just keep your shit together, Holder.
Yes, Linda Stansbury was assistant coach
for our boys' varsity tennis team a couple of years ago.
She was quite a dynamo.
What a tragedy. That poor family.
We heard she had some trouble when she was here.
It was hearsay.
And I prefer not to speak ill of the dead.
Aw.
Go ahead.
Was she fired?
We came to an agreement that it might be best if she wasn't here anymore.
So she was fired. Why?
I don't really think we need to dredge that up right now.
This is a multiple homicide investigation, Mr. Duvergne.
So you can make it easy on yourself,
or we can bring you down to Homicide for a formal conversation. It's your call.
There were allegations of inappropriate sexual relations
with a 16-year-old student.
- Male or female? - A boy.
One of her tennis players.
There were, um, suggestive texts sent, and there were allegations of relations.
- But no charges were filed? - No.
Whoa. So you had a teacher sexually assault a minor,
and you didn't file charges?
His parents weren't interested in pursuing it further.
And Mrs. Stansbury left.
She was a volunteer, you see. So she was donating her time.
I'm sure the Stansburys donated more than time to your school.
Explains why nobody believed the kid or stood up for him.
He was extremely troubled.
Shortly after Mrs. Stansbury left,
he came to school with a weapon in his backpack.
What kind of weapon?
We have a strict zero-tolerance policy at Meadow Park,
so he had to leave, of course.
Like I said, he was a very troubled boy.
What's his name, Mr. Duvergne?
I'm sorry, but I really can't tell you that.
He was a minor, that's all I'm willing to say.
I'm within my rights not to disclose his name.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with my staff.
What kind of weapon did he bring to school?
A handgun.
With 50 rounds of ammunition.
I'll call King County Sheriff's, see if they got an arrest report
of a kid with a gun at Meadow Park the last couple of years.
Hey, Sarah.
Hey, I canvassed the entire Stansbury neighborhood.
There's no older model Corollas for the residents or their employees.
What about partial plates?
We got three letters: W, E and Q.
And over 5000 hits.
- Okay. Thanks, Harjo. - Yeah.
Holder, Linden, got a second?
What's up?
You two know Bethany Skinner, right?
I thought you'd wanna know about the lieutenant.
Yeah? What about him?
He's alive and well.
Clearing his head in Wyoming for a couple of weeks.
Dad texted me this morning. Finally.
Sorry, I guess I overreacted.
Guess we can call off the dogs, hm?
What the hell's going on?
Am I going fucking nuts here?
You sent that text. You kept his phone?
Yeah. Thank God I did. It saved us.
- I got her and him off our backs. - I thought we got rid of everything.
- What else you got? - Nothing.
You didn't think to tell me you'd keep his phone?
- No, I didn't. - Why the hell not?
You were losing your shit, Holder. I didn't know what you'd do.
Me? You're the crazy one. You're the one who can't keep your shit together.
Look, just calm down. I took care of it, okay?
We don't have to worry about Bethany or Reddick or anything anymore.
We got away with it.
Isn't that what you wanted?
That's enough for today, cadet.
Hopefully, you've learned your lesson.
You're dismissed.
You may return to the barracks for the evening.
Ma'am, I'd like to stay and finish up, if that's okay, ma'am.
When everyone goes home for the weekend, it gets kind of quiet in the barracks.
All right, then.
Why don't you get cleaned up and meet me at 1900 hours at my residence?
I imagine you're hungry.
You said in your, um... your application to the academy
that you were interested in going east for college?
I don't know what I'm gonna do.
You have time to figure it out.
I'm graduating in three months,
so I think that ship has kind of sailed, don't you?
If you could go somewhere, anywhere, where would that be?
I just wanna get out of Seattle.
I hate the rain.
I'm sorry I lied to you.
Kat had nothing to do with it, and, um,
I didn't want her to get in any trouble.
She's had it tough enough as it is.
I won't break the rules anymore.
We can have dessert in the living room.
Oh, don't stop. That was lovely.
I don't remember the rest.
Your father said you were very talented, but I had no idea.
I was never good enough.
My dad used to take me to all the competitions...
but he said it was a waste of time.
I was never very musical.
But I'll tell you a secret.
I dance.
Ballroom dancing.
Really?
- Really. - Ha-ha-ha.
You know, I was raised by an exacting father,
and I know what that's like.
To want somebody's approval.
To long for it and...
to never quite get it.
Kyle, did he hurt you?
Did he do that to you?
My dad? No.
Uh, Nadine did.
Your little sister?
She had night terrors.
She'd just be sitting up with her eyes open,
like fully open, screaming, and...
But I couldn't wake her up.
So I'd just hold her as tight as I could.
And she'd scratch and bite me like a dog.
And I'd just wrap my arms around her.
And I could just feel her little heart beating so fast until it was over.
It was like that almost every night, you know.
But what about your parents? They must've heard her.
Yeah. It went on for hours sometimes, but no one else ever came.
She used to say there was a monster in her room.
I told her not to be afraid, you know, that the monster had gone away.
You know what you said about grief at the cemetery.
How'd you know?
I lost someone, uh,
very close to me once.
I didn't realize at the time how great that loss was.
But I grieve it every day.
Kyle, I think that it is a good thing that you're here at St. George's.
The discipline, the camaraderie, the sense of purpose
gave my life meaning again,
and it can do the same for you.
Well, you don't seem happy.
I am.
I'm very happy.
This cake's good.
It's called a natural childbirth because it's natural. You know?
Women have been doing it for hundreds of years.
Maybe even longer.
Why would we take her to a hospital?
They'll just shoot her up with a bunch of drugs.
All right, little man. You can speak Spanish.
We get it. We get it.
And she won't even bond with the baby.
Come on. I had both of these kids in the hospital, I bonded with them just fine.
All I care about is a healthy baby.
And I mean, it's safer at home.
You know, birth is a sacred experience.
Sage and myrrh massages loosens the pudendum.
Heh. Okay. Wow. Heh, TMI, babe.
All right, little man, chill. I'm serious.
Don't you want a doctor there? What if something goes wrong?
- What could go wrong? - A lot. Believe me.
Can we not talk about this right now? Who wants dessert?
- Me. - Me.
My friend Marny's baby got stuck.
Yeah, well, that ain't gonna happen.
You know what your problem is, Liz?
You're a downer. You always have been.
That's why you can't get a date. No one wants to be around you.
All right, shut the fuck up, little man.
Stephen.
He can take it. His dad used to say way worse. Ain't that right, little man?
Huh? Ain't that right?
- Shut the fuck up. - You shut the fuck up.
Great. Great. Thanks a lot, Uncle Steve.
I'm sorry, but your kids are running wild.
They don't listen to a thing you say.
Kids need boundaries.
Yeah. Like you know the first thing about being a parent.
You're barely out of adolescence yourself.
I'm sorry, Caroline,
but the idea of this guy being someone's father is a little scary.
I forget. If you're clean in NA, does that mean you can still drink alcohol?
Fuck you too.
Sorry, kids.
Stephen, come on. Please stop.
He can't help himself, Caroline. He's drunk.
Whatever. Beyotch.
Don't you dare talk that way in front of my kids.
He picked up a new case. He's been under a lot of stress lately.
Don't apologize for me. You don't even fucking know me.
Isn't this what you want?
Your little bro getting married, settled down. Blah, blah, blah.
Well, I did it.
I more than did it. We're gonna make it.
I made it. Fuck, I more than made it.
We're gonna be happy.
Just because you've never been happy don't mean I won't.
Even though Mark was an asshole, I don't blame him.
Stephen.
Kill myself too, if I had to live with you.
Stephen, shut up.
Who wants to watch cartoons? Let's go watch cartoons.
You're an awful person.
Maybe.
I can't tell you how many times I drove high and loaded.
Woke up to check the grill of my car
to make sure there wasn't somebody's dog or a kid crushed on it.
God was in that car with me those nights.
He was behind the wheel, not this piece of shit.
And I'm grateful today that I don't gotta apologize
to some mother for killing her child, some wife for killing her husband.
That's all I got.
Stephen, addict.
Stephen.
Good for you, man. For you.
You didn't kill anyone. Good for you.
God checked out on me.
Blacked out in the back seat or something.
I got a body on my grill.
No one knows what I did. I got away with it.
So it's all good, right?
Fuck God.
Fuck all of you.
Because none of you got anything I need.
But tell me what I'm supposed to do with this shit that's on my scorecard.
I'm gonna be a dad.
Dad to a little baby.
You think you're a piece of shit?
You got no idea, man.
No idea.
What you looking for, Harjo?
Uh, Holder and Linden.
I got the arrest record and booking photo of that kid from the high school.
The one that brought the gun to school?
Just leave it. They'll be in soon.
You got good hair, kid.
I remember when I had hair like that.
Hair is wasted on the young.