There's just nothing down there.
I haven't seen a building in, like, 20 minutes.
-Look at that. -We're not on vacation, Hap.
Cheer up, will you?
Tell that to her, partner.
Better hang on, guys. It's gonna get rough.
Detective Eckhart, Detective Ellie Burr.
-Hi. -Nice to meet you.
How are you doing?
''Halibut fishing capital of the world.'' Okay.
Detective Dormer, it's an honor to meet you.
Welcome to Nightmute. I got the car right here.
It's so incredible to be working with you.
I've followed all of your cases: Theodore Dineli, Frank Prud'homme...
...the Ocean Park shootings and especially the Leland Street murders.
Is that where Ronald Langley cut you, at 325 Leland Street?
You did your homework.
The Leland Street murders was my case study at the academy.
-I'll take you to the Lodge and-- -No, take us to the station.
Right. We need to get started.
Most homicides are solved in the first 72 hours.
Well, it's 48 hours. We're a day behind.
But who's counting?
Yeah, come in.
They got you behind a desk, huh? Charlie Bubbles. How you doing?
-I haven't seen you since when? -Hey, Charlie.
-Seven years? -Eight.
Seven years! I am old. Ellie, get everyone in the bullpen.
-Nice kid. -Loves the job.
When I called Buck for advice on this, I never expected he'd send you up here.
-Something about Internal Affairs? -They're moving in.
It's nothing. It's the usual crap. Buck figured you could use some help--
They got Finn and Kentor on Narcotics.
The fuckers are looking for headlines--
-It's gonna blow over. -Got a message from Warfield.
I.A.'s pit bull.
He wants to be posted on your movements.
You'll find us more straightforward.
Good guys, bad guys, but a lot less public relations. It's simple.
Except for this.
Okay, listen up. Detectives Dormer and Eckhart...
...on loan from Buck Lundgard, L.A. Homicide.
They'll help with the Connell case.
Anything they want to see, show them. Anyplace they want to go, take them.
This is Fred Duggar. He's heading the investigation.
-A pleasure. -Want to get on it?
-Seen what we got? -Let's start with the body.
-You got the report? -I want to see for myself.
Herniation of the brain stem due to intracerebral hemorrhage.
-Beaten to death. -These contusions?
Superficial. Most of the trauma was to her face and neck.
-Any signs of rape? -No.
-This one covers an older bruise. -There's an older one here.
-They're both in the report. -He washed her hair.
Scrubbed her nails.
It's all in the report.
-Doesn't say he clipped them. -She could have clipped them.
Nope. No polish on the ends of the nails. See?
She painted them herself. Someone else cut them. Toes too.
-Naked when found? -Yeah. Last seen wearing a red dress.
No fibers, flakes, hairs?
We know about forensics work here. The body gave us nothing.
She gave us plenty. All this trouble, all this care. Why?
-He knew her. -He knows we can connect him to her.
This isn't a random psycho? Crime of passion?
Maybe. But whatever happened, his reaction wasn't passionate.
He didn't panic. Didn't chop her up or burn her.
He just thought about what we would be looking for...
...and then calmly removed all those traces.
No haste. No rush.
Why clip the nails after scrubbing them?
Manipulating the body. Prolonging the moment.
No mutilation.
Not this time.
-You think there's been others? -No.
But there's gonna be. This guy...
...he crossed the line and he didn't even blink.
You don't come back from that.
Okay. Let's go find out who Kay was.
Fred said not to touch anything, so I haven't tidied up.
She hates it when I go into her room anyway.
Thank you, Mrs. Connell.
So she went to a party Friday night.
Not exactly a party. It's a local dive where the kids hang out.
No diary?
We didn't find one. Her mom said she has a journal.
Friends said she argued with her boyfriend Friday.
She stormed off just after midnight.
She did, huh?
This is interesting.
Who is this?
Tanya Francke, Kay's best friend.
I want to talk to her.
Who is Kay Connell? Who is she? Is she popular or is she a loner?
Did she like this town? She want to bolt first chance she got?
Did she have dreams?
She knew this guy. We know her, maybe we can know him.
This is designer. This is expensive.
-The boyfriend, Randy. -Randy Stetz.
-He could afford this? -He's in school.
-Mom didn't buy it. -What are we thinking?
I don't know, stepfather? Any rich uncles?
No.
An admirer.
Yeah.
-I want the boyfriend. -I'll get him to the station.
I want to go to the school. Pull him out in front of friends.
Catch him off guard. It will get people talking.
So how far away is the school?
-It's 10:00, Detective Dormer. -You bet.
At night.
So when does it get dark here?
It doesn't.
Not this time of year.
Yeah, I heard about that. How come you didn't know that, Hap?
-Lower 48. -Lower 48?
Not from here. Can tell by your walk.
-How's that? -Unsure.
Dormer and Eckhart. We have a reservation.
Don't be fooled by my friend's frivolous demeanor. He's all business.
-Your restaurant still serving? -Kitchen's about to close.
We'll be quick. Thank you.
Thanks.
We got the Halibut Calabrese, got the Halibut Olympian.
-Keep going. -Halibut Cajun style.
I can't wait to see what they got for dessert.
Natives are getting restless.
-We gotta talk. -No, we don't.
-Just sit tight? -Nothing's changed.
Nothing's changed?
What do you think we're doing in the halibut capital of the world?
Buck figured Charlie needed help.
Buck figured I.A. would be coming to me next, and he was right.
Warfield had me in his office for three hours yesterday.
Hap, he's rattling your cage, pal. That's all.
Me and Trish talked it through, and I'm sorry, I gotta cut a deal.
-Don't say this shit to me. -You won't be involved.
I'm not? Of course I will.
With your reputation, he can't touch you.
My reputation's the whole problem.
You think Warfield gives a fuck about you shaking down drug dealers?
You think that will get him his headlines? He needs the big fish.
He's putting the squeeze on you to get to me.
-But you're clean, Will. -I'm a good cop, yeah.
But there's always something they could use to get at your credibility.
Have you any idea what this is gonna do?
Think about all my cases. All the cases dependent on my word, my judgment.
Those fuckers on the street. That's what you're doing.
They got nothing on you because there's nothing to get.
Dobbs.
-What about Dobbs? -That's different.
It's different?
Warfield doesn't want Dobbs on the street.
It's a house of cards. Once it starts, it's just gonna tumble. All of it.
That's a chance I gotta take, pal.
-I got family. -Don't give me that.
Warfield made it clear. I get probation.
We're cops, man. This is not about us.
This is about all the people who depend on us. People with families.
I spent my life doing this. My life.
You're gonna destroy it like that. Why? Why?
So some I.A. prick gets closer to being chief of police?
Or playing golf with the mayor or whatever the fuck else he's after?
You finished?
Sorry, I gotta cut a deal.
So, make any decisions?
-You do everything around here? -After 11, pretty much.
Over to you, Will. What are you having?
I lost my appetite.
Excuse me.
Morning.
-What kind of calls you get here? -Mostly drinking-related problems.
Domestic abuse, bar fights, that sort of stuff.
People here come to live the way they want to...
...so most people keep to themselves.
Chief won't let me handle anything over a misdemeanor.
Don't knock misdemeanors.
No, but it's such small stuff. It's so boring.
It's all about small stuff. You know, small lies, small mistakes.
People give themselves away same in misdemeanors as in murder cases.
It's just human nature. Aren't you gonna write that down?
Friends making you nervous? They think you did it?
You killed her?
-No smoking on the school premises. -Did you love her?
-Randy, did you love her? -Sure, she was nice.
She was nice. Wow. That makes me all soft inside.
Did it occur to you she didn't love you?
She loved me.
-Wanted me every night. -Probably to pass the time.
Girl like Kay Connell, she was looking for more than some loser. Right?
What can I say? Love is blind.
-Live on your own? -His grandpa's.
-No alibi for Friday? -Didn't know I'd need one.
-At the party what'd you fight about? -Stuff. No big deal.
-I heard it was a loud fight. -I guess.
-I heard it was pretty rough. -It wasn't rough.
Not like the other times. Those times she wouldn't listen to you.
Couldn't keep her mouth shut.
-Keep fishing, man. -We saw the bruises.
They said she was beaten.
Not those bruises. Come on. The old bruises. Your bruises.
I'm sick of this. I haven't done anything wrong.
You haven't?
Fuck you!
You're a prick in a leather jacket. What the fuck do you know?
Randy...
...this whole thing you're doing, this fuck-the-world act.
It might work with your mom. It might even work with local cops...
...who know you enough to figure you're too dumb to kill...
...without leaving witnesses and a signed confession.
It ain't gonna work with me.
Because I know things. You understand?
I know you beat your girlfriend.
I know she was seeing somebody else.
Someone she might have gone to see after she walked out on you Friday.
Now are you gonna tell us who that somebody might be?
Or are you so fucking stupid...
...you're gonna leave yourself as the last person to see Kay Connell alive?
I don't know.
You don't know.
I couldn't get her to tell me.
How hard did you try?
Pretty hard.
-You think he.... -No.
How'd it go? Find where this is from.
Mrs. Connell and her friends don't know.
You try the jewelry stores? Small things, remember?
The second you're about to dismiss something, think about it.
Look at it again.
Want me to write that down?
No, I'll remember it.
-Where was it? -In a cabin on the beach.
-It's Kay's? -Her books are in it.
-Kids found it. -Cabin secured?
-Francis is headed there. -Stop him.
-Tell him to stay clear. -Rich.
Biology and Algebra.
Let's find out who she studied with, where she bought this.
''"Otherwise Engaged". A J. Brody mystery.''
-Who reads this crap? -I do.
Read it. After it's dusted.
Find anything that strikes you, plot-wise, underlined passages.
There it is. The diary.
Every word.
That's it.
-I'll put it in evidence. -No.
Why?
Call every radio station from here to Anchorage.
Tell them we're looking for the bag Kay left the party with.
-Get it on the air in the next hour. -You got it.
Fill that bag up with books and put it back.
Gonna eat this son of a bitch alive, knowing he missed this.
You know something, Charlie? Maybe this isn't such a hot idea.
A guy picks up a bag, don't make him guilty.
Will, it's solid.
I don't know. This kind of thing. Maybe we do this by the numbers.
-Come on. -I.A.'s gonna be on my ass.
I don't want this turning up in some court when my rep's in the shit...
-...and they're pulling apart my cases. -Bullshit.
What the fuck you care?!
Someone beat a girl to death. Your job is to find him.
You're a cop, not a lawyer. Don't let I.A. cut your balls off.
Charlie's right, Will.
OP 1, this is OP 2. We still got nothing.
Yeah, it's nice. Light.
All plastic except for the barrel. Never rusts.
What do you carry down in L.A.?
-Smith & Wesson .45. -Excellent.
-Anything? -No.
-Maybe he doesn't listen to the radio. -He prefers the voices in his head.
Hey, Will?
We have somebody moving towards the cabin.
Okay, fan out. Nice and easy.
Shit.
Come on, go!
Police!
Police! Come out!
Fuck!
Down there, huh?
Down to the water. Spread out!
Go!
Fuck it.
Dormer!
Hold it! Who's there?
-You okay? -I'm okay.
-Will? -Don't talk.
-Will. -Don't talk. Don't talk.
-Here. -You sh--
You....
You shot....
I know. I couldn't see, Hap. I couldn't see in the fog.
You tried to....
You tried to kill me? Fuck you.
No, listen, Hap.
-Listen to me now. No, no. -Get away, get away!
No, I couldn't see you in the fog. I couldn't. I--
I couldn't see you, Hap.
Don't go. Come on.
-Man down! -Who's down?
-Man down here! -Spread out!
Dormer! Where'd he go? Which way?
Dormer! Which way?
That way.
Fuck.
You gave chase.
After you left Farrell, you heard the killer's second shot.
You ran down to the water. You found Hap.
Will?
Is that what happened?
-Did Hap say anything? -Damn it!
Why didn't I know about the goddamn tunnel?
You don't move on a suspect without knowing his exits.
There's a bunch of those tunnels out there.
Closed years ago when they were mines.
-I don't even know most of them myself. -I had him, Charlie.
As close as you are now.
I could smell the son of a bitch.
-And I blew it. -There's no point in blaming yourself.
-I fucked up everything. -Don't come apart on me, understand?
I need you to find this bastard.
Yeah.
-You wanted to see me? -You're on Eckhart's shooting.
But we know what happened, and I'm on the Connell case.
Anchorage wants to send someone. I told them we can do it. Can't we?
-Sure. -Write it up. No Shakespeare.
Just enough to fry this son of a bitch longer. Right?
Hello?
Jenny, it's Will. Can you put your mother on?
Hello?
Trish, it's Will.
What's happened? They won't tell me anything.
It's Hap....
Is he okay?
No, he's gone, Trish.
He's dead.
What?
Trish, I can't tell you how sorry I am.
What was he doing, Will?
This guy killed a girl, and, so we....
We had him....
We found him and we had him cornered. And then he ran and....
Hap....
I'm so sorry.
-I'm just so sorry. -"Did he suffer?"
-No, I don't-- -"Did he say anything?"
Well, when I found him he....
He was peaceful.
-"Did you get him?" -No, no. Not yet.
You find him.
And when you do, don't arrest him.
You understand me, Will Dormer?
Don't you dare fucking arrest him!
-Okay, Trish. -"You understand?"
Okay.
Trish, listen.
I'm--
--"was shot and killed this evening..."
...in an attempt to apprehend a suspect in the murder...
"...of 17"-"year"-"old" local girl, Kay Connell.
I'm sorry. It's been on the radio for hours.
We're not used to this kind of stuff up here.
He was standing right there. Last night.
I hope I was nice to him.
He liked you.
Detective? I'm sorry to bother you, but could you just point...
...to where you were when you heard the second shot?
Sorry to make you do this right now.
That's all right. You're doing your job.
Where was I?
-There. -Thank you.
No sign of Farrell's bullet yet, huh?
No, we'll have the other one for ballistics after...
...the autopsy.
I'm really sorry.
-Clean through, huh? -Yeah.
Bullet got lost in the rocks, I guess.
Well, better luck next time.
You ever been shot?
Yeah, I have. Kind of itches, don't it?
We gotta catch him. Did you get a look at him?
-When? -When I left you.
-You see anything? -I was in a lot of pain...
...and when I heard that second shot, I kept my goddamn head down.
Hey, I'm...
...sorry about Detective Eckhart.
Sorry about that megaphone.
-Maybe if I hadn't-- -Farrell, listen.
What were we doing running around in the fog?
We doing it for our health? We were chasing someone.
So anything that happened on that beach is not your fault.
That's the fault of one man and one man only.
And that's the man who beat Kay Connell to death.
At this point, Dormer encountered Brooks.
The suspect, obscured by fog, shot Officer Brooks...
...in the vastus externus of the left thigh.
You're Farrell. You were shot in the leg.
Come on, Ellie.
When you get this, get the cone.
-This his blood? -Ketchup maybe.
Was he eating a hot dog?
Anything he dropped...
...you put in a bag.
Cigarette butts, gum wrappers, coins, anything.
Suspect will often leave something behind.
Detective Dormer...
...lost the suspect in the fog then heard a shot...
...coming from a northeasterly direction.
-He wasn't that way. -How do you know?
Because I saw him.
-Turn this way. -Are we almost done here?
My nads are freezing off.
Ellie! I think I found something.
-Should they start further over? -No.
He stayed by the water far as he could.
I saw him over the rocks. He knew he'd lose us down there.
Duggar.
Where'd he find it?
Okay.
Yeah, well, just let me know.
Okay.
I will.
Dormer?
They found Farrell's bullet. Looks like a .38.
We'll get both bullets to the lab.
See if we can get a fix on the weapon. If it's okay with you.
A guy came by. Said he was your new partner.
-Did he leave a name? -No.
Can I borrow this? Thank you.
-Pioneer Lodge. -"Warfield for Dormer."
John Warfield. He's called a couple times.
Want me to lie?
No, I'll take it.
Thank you.
Dormer here.
I was shocked to hear about your "partner. I was getting to know him"--
What do you want?
You know what I want, Eckhart was gonna give it to me.
You got something to say, just say it.
-"He told you about our conversation?" -Say it.
Let's just say I'm interested to see your report on what happened.
Don't presume to know what happened.
You weren't here. But then, you never are, are you?
You're always safe behind some desk, reading your bullshit reports.
And that is why I have nothing but contempt for you.
You and all the assholes like you...
...risk nothing, spend all day sucking the marrow out of real cops...
...when you never had the balls to be one yourself.
-Detective, you came yourself. -Yeah.
Sign here.
He didn't suffer too much.
-What's the caliber? -Don't know.
The gunshot victims I see are from rifles. Wasn't one of those.
-Had any sleep, detective? -Yeah.
-What the hell is wrong with you? -Sorry.
No problem.
-Bullet. I want results by tomorrow. -Aye, aye, cap'n.
We should check Randy's whereabouts.
Think it was Randy out there?
He still doesn't have an alibi. You said he beat Kay.
-You check it out, then. -I will.
Detective Dormer?
My report. I finished.
I need you to look it over and sign it.
It's self-explanatory. I look forward to getting back to work with you.
We have more important things to do than paperwork.
A man died, Ellie. This is important.
Of course. I didn't mean to imply that that wasn't--
Be sure of your facts before you file this.
It's your name on the report.
He couldn't have come from there.
Dormer here.
-Hello? -"Can't sleep, Will?"
Me neither.
Who's this?
I got a nap this afternoon, but I guess you had to work.
Who am I speaking to?
Get rid of your clock yet? Won't help.
When I moved here, I went five nights. You believe that?
-"This crazy light." -A name or I'm gonna hang up.
No, you're not. You need the company. Nothing as lonely as not sleeping.
Feels like the whole fucking planet is deserted. Just you and me.
So...
...tell me who I'm talking to, and we can chat a while.
-"I can't do that." -Why not?
-"Not till you understand some things." -Like what?
I saw.
-Saw what? -"Saw you shoot your partner."
Saw him die in your arms on that beach.
I thought you'd blame me. That's why I dropped my gun.
-"My uncle's old .38." -Yeah.
-"You get it? What about ballistics?" -Listen to me now.
I don't know what you think you saw.
We should discuss this, don't you think? Face to face.
This situation isn't yours to control. I saw you.
I'll control this situation, pal.
Because you don't hide from me in a town this small. Get it?
No, not for long.
I need your help. I'm not telling anyone anything.
We're partners on this.
--but to be remembered as the Kay we knew and loved.
Swimming, hiking through the Kebaughs...
...meeting at Darrow's after school...
...and always, always with a smile on her face.
Detective Dormer?
I want to check something. I was going over my report last night...
...and I have a question about where that second shot came from.
You said you heard it from the waterline...
...but from the way Detective Eckhart's body fell...
...it couldn't have come from the rocks further up from the water.
Do you think it's possible you heard the shot before you hit the waterline?
-Detective Dormer? -Yeah, it's possible.
Yeah.
Why don't I give her a ride?
-Thought I smelled something. -How you doing? Coping?
-You're that cop. -Yeah.
-Are you coming or not? -Not.
Hey.
You want a stick of gum? I love chewing gum.
It keeps me awake.
-I never met anyone from L.A. before. -Not missing much.
-So how do you like our shithole town? -It's not bad.
-Were you good friends with Kay? -Best friends. Since grade school.
-That's a long time. -Yeah, we were like sisters.
Like sisters? Must be tough for you what happened, then.
Everyone keeps telling me I'm doing great, considering.
But they're all real worried about me.
They don't even care if I show up for school or not.
Worried I haven't cried yet.
But ain't no law says you gotta cry, right?
No, there ain't.
What about her other friends?
Do we have to talk about Kay right now? God.
I don't want to think about all that. Just drive.
I understand.
-Want me to take you somewhere? -As long as it's fun.
Young, impressionable girl...
...left alone with older Los Angeles cop. Who knows where we might go?
Well, I know a place.
Let's just drift a while.
Look at this.
Who does he think he is?
What does he think he's doing?
-Move over. -Let him move over.
Come on! Move over!
What are you doing? Move over, you crazy fuck!
Just a little visit to the dump!
-You should feel at home. -You just about killed us! Get off me!
-What is this? -You and Kay were like sisters?
-Yes. I told you. -Why are her pictures of you torn?
Why was her boyfriend's hands all over your ass at her funeral?
Randy doesn't have an alibi because he was with you.
You were out fucking your best friend's boyfriend.
-That what best friends do? -She never really loved Randy, okay?
-She didn't love him? -No.
How do you figure that? She have someone else?
-I don't know. -Someone bought her dresses, jewelry?
Hey, look around.
I want to show you something. You'll understand why I brought you.
This is the spot where your best friend's naked body was dumped.
Wrapped up in garbage bags!
Tanya...
...I know you don't want anyone knowing you betrayed your best friend.
That's why you won't give Randy an alibi for Friday night. I know.
Tell me who Kay was seeing. And we can forget the whole thing.
It'd be our secret. Our little secret, but I need a name.
She wouldn't tell me, okay?
She wouldn't tell you? You're her best friend.
-It was her big fucking secret! -Why a secret?
I don't-- Because she thought she was special...
...and she kept saying he'd help her get out of here.
-Who is ''he''? -I don't know.
-She talked about him? -Yeah.
-She talked to you? -Yeah.
And what did she call him?
-She called him something, right? -Yes!
What? What'd she call him?
Brody.
She called him Brody. That's not his name, so what's the difference?
Jesus! You happy now, you fucking asshole?
Okay. You did good. Come on. I'll let you drive.
It's just poetry. I read it line by line.
It's nothing specific. Verses on nature, love. That sort of stuff.
Detective Dormer. Line one.
-Dormer here. -"How're you holding up?"
Can't be easy to keep working after three days of no sleep.
And hard to keep focus.
Are you seeing things yet?
You know, those little flashes? Tricks of light?
See your partner?
-"I see Kay sometimes." -What can I do for you, sir?
Why couldn't you tell anyone you shot him?
I mean, it was an accident, right?
I hope so. For your sake. You know what I'm saying?
No need for threats.
I'm trying to make you understand my situation.
You thought no one would believe you because of the trouble in L.A.
I know what that's like, Will.
-"I got the same problem." -You do?
I'm not who you think I am.
-You're not? -"No."
-"I'm not a murderer any more than you." -Why don't we get together?
-Talk, have a beer, whatever? -"Throw a little gas on the fire?"
Yeah--
I gotta go check some things. Why don't you...
...put this stuff back into evidence and tell....
-What's that guy? -Fred.
Tell him I'll see him in the morning.
Can we return this? Her mother might like it.
Sure.
That's right.