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There's just nothing down there. Nothing.
l haven't seen a building in, like, 20 minutes.
-Look at that. -We're not on vacation, Hap. Remember.
Cheer up, will you?
Tell that to her, partner.
Better hang on, guys. lt's gonna get rough again.
[RUMBLlNG]
-Ooh. -There goes my lunch.
Detective Eckhart, l'm Detective Ellie Burr.
-Oh, hi. ELLlE: Nice to meet you. Here, let me help.
HAP: How are you doing? ELLlE: Good.
"Halibut fishing capital of the world." Okay.
Detective Dormer, it's such an honor to meet you. l'm Detective Ellie Burr.
Welcome to Nightmute. l got the car right here.
lt's so incredible to be working with you, Detective Dormer.
l've followed all of your cases: Theodore Dineli, Frank Prud'homme.. .
. ..the Ocean Park shootings and especially the Leland Street murders.
ls that where Ronald Langley cut you in the basement, of 325 Leland Street?
You certainly did your homework, detective.
The Leland Street murders was my case study at the academy.
-So, l'm gonna just take you guys over to the Lodge and-- -No, just take us to the station.
Right. We need to get started.
Most homicides are solved by work on 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, man?
-l haven't seen you boys since when? -Hey, Charlie.
-I don't know. Seven years? -Eight years.
Seven years! l am old. Ellie, get everyone in the bullpen. Gotta show you off a little...
-Nice kid. -Yeah. Loves the job. Heh.
You know, when l called Buck for advice on this, l never actually expected he'd send you guys up here.
Something about that bullshit you got going on down there with lnternal Affairs? -They're moving in, Charlie.
Oh, come on. lt's nothing. lt's the usual crap. Buck just figured you could use some help--
HAP: They got Finn and Kentor on Narcotics, have Corelli on the bad shooting..
...and the fuckers are getting through files looking for headlines, but uh--
-Yeah, it's gonna blow over. -Got a message right here from Warfield.
l .A.'s pit bull.
He wants to be posted on your movements.
Think you'll find us a bit more straightforward up here.
Good guys, bad guys, but a lot less public relations. lt's simple.
Except for this.
Ahem. Okay, listen up. Detectives Dormer and Eckhart...
. ..on loan from Buck Lundgard, Los Angeles Robbery and Homicide.
-They're helping us with the Connell case. -Helping?
CHARLlE: We're damn lucky to have them. Anything they want to see, you show them.
Anyplace they want to go, you take 'em.
This is Detective Fred Duggar.
-He's been heading up the investigation. WlLL: Hello, Fred.
Hey, a pleasure. nice to meet you. -You wanna get right on it? -All right.
You've seen what we got? -Yeah. I wanna start with the body.
-You got the report, right? -l wanna see the body for myself.
Okay.
Clear cause of death was herniation of the brain stem due to intracerebral hemorrhage.
-Beaten to death. -These contusions?
CORONER: Superficial. Most of the trauma was to her face and the top of her neck.
HAP: Any signs of rape? CORONER: No.
-This one covers an older bruise. -There's an older one here too.
-They're both in the report. -He washed her hair.
Scrubbed her nails.
FRED: lt's all in the report, detective.
-Doesn't say in the report that he clipped them too. -She could have clipped them herself.
Nope. No polish on the ends of the nails. See?
She painted them herself. Someone else cut them shorter. Toes too.
HAP: Naked when you found her? FRED: Yeah. Last seen wearing a red dress.
HAP: No fibers, flakes, hairs?
We know about forensics work up here. Told you, the body gave us nothing.
She gave us plenty. All this trouble, all this care. Why?
ELLlE: He knew her. -He knows we can connect him to her.
This isn't some random psycho? Crime of passion?
Yeah, I don't know. Maybe. But whatever happened, his reaction to her wasn't passionate.
He didn't panic. Didn't chop her up or burn her beyond recognition.
He just thought about what we would be looking for.. .
. ..and then calmly removed all those traces.
No haste. No rush.
Why would he clip the nails after scrubbing them?
Yeah, manipulating the body. Prolonging the moment.
HAP: 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 l haven't tidied up.
She hates it when l go into her room anyway.
Thank you, Mrs. Connell.
Hmm.
So she went to a party Friday night.
Not exactly a party. lt's a local dive where the kids hang out.
No diary, huh?
We didn't find one. But her mom did say that she keeps a journal.
FRED: 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.
l want to talk to her.
Who is Kay Connell? Who is she? ls she popular or is she a loner?
Did she like this town? She want to bolt first chance she got?
Did she have, uh, 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 still in high school.
-Well, her mother didn't buy it. -What are we thinking?
Oh, l don't know, stepfather? Rich uncles?
No.
An admirer.
Yeah.
-Tsk. l wanna talk to the boyfriend. -l can get him to the station.
No, no. l wanna go to the school. Where he is in his class. Pull him out in front of his friends.
Catch him off guard. I wanna, you know, get people talking.
So, how far away is this school?
[CLEARS THROAT]
-lt's 1 0:00, Detective Dormer. -You bet.
At night.
Oh. So when does it get dark around here?
lt doesn't. Heh.
Not this time of year.
Yeah, l 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.
-Ah. -Dormer and Eckhart.
We have a reservation.
Don't be fooled by my friend's frivolous demeanor. Inside he's all business.
-Your restaurant still serving? -Yeah. Kitchen's about to close though.
Oh, well... we'll be quick. Thank you.
Thanks.
Well, we got the Halibut Calabrese, got the Halibut Olympian.
-Keep going. -Halibut Cajun style.
l can't wait to see what they got for dessert.
Natives are getting restless.
-We gotta talk. -No, we don't.
-You just wanna sit tight, huh? -Nothing's changed.
Nothing's changed?
What the fuck do you think we're doing in the halibut fishing capital of the world, Will?
Buck figured Charlie could use the help.
Buck figured l .A. would be coming to me next, and he was right.
Warfield had me locked in his office for three hours yesterday, Will. Three fucking hours.
Hap, he's rattling your cage, pal. That's all.
Me and Trish talked it through, and l'm sorry, l gotta cut a deal.
-Don't even say this shit to me, Hap. -You're not gonna be involved.
l'm not? -No. Of course l'm gonna be involved.
You're a god damn hero. With your reputation, he can't touch you.
My reputation's the whole problem.
You think Warfield gives a flying fuck about you shaking down a couple of drug dealers?
You think that's gonna get him his headlines? He needs the big fish.
He's putting the squeeze on you to get to me. It's very simple, Hap.
-But you're clean, Will. -l'm a good cop, yeah.
But there's always something that they could use, you know, to get at your credibility. You know that.
Have you any idea what this is gonna do?
I mean, just think about all my cases. All the cases dependent on my word, my judgment.
All those fuckers back on the street. Now you think about that. That's what you're doing.
That's bullshit. They got nothing on you because there's nothing to get.
Dobbs.
-What about Dobbs? -That's different.
lt's different? Yeah.
Because even Warfield doesn't want shit like Dobbs back on the street.
lt's a house of cards, man. Once it starts, it's just gonna tumble. All of it.
That's a chance l gotta take, pal.
-l got family, Will. -Don't give me that family shit.
Warfield made it clear. l get probation.
We're cops, man. This is not about us.
This is about all the people who depend on us. People with families.
l spent my life doing this. My life.
You're gonna destroy it like that. Why? Why?
So some l .A. prick gets one step closer to being chief of police?
Or playing golf with the mayor or whatever the fuck else he's after?
You finished?
Sorry, l gotta cut a deal.
So, make any decisions?
Uh. . .. Boy, you do everything around here?
-After 11 , pretty much. -Ah. Ha.
Over to you, Will. What are you having?
l lost my appetite.
Excuse me.
[LAUGHS]
[SlGHS]
Morning.
Hi.
-What kind of calls you get around here? -Mostly drinking-related problems.
Domestic abuse, bar fights, that sort of stuff.
People here, they come from all over, they come to live life the way they want to. . .
. ..so most people keep themselves to themselves.
Chief Nyback won't let me handle anything over a misdemeanor anyway, so...
You shouldn't knock misdemeanors.
No, but it's such small stuff. lt's so boring.
Oh, it's all about small stuff. You know, small lies, small mistakes.
People give themselves away same in misdemeanors as they do in murder cases.
lt's just human nature. Aren't you gonna write that down?
[LAUGHS]
[lNAUDlBLE DlALOGUE]
WlLL: Friends making you nervous, man? 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. Well that makes me all soft inside.
Did it ever occur to you she didn't love you back?
She loved me.
-Wanted me every night. -Oh. Probably to pass the time, I think.
Girl like Kay Connell, she was looking for more than some loser. Right?
What can l say, officer? Love is blind.
-You live on your own? -Top of his grandpa's building.
-You don't have an alibi for Friday night, do you? -Didn't know l was gonna need one.
-At the party what'd you fight about? -Stuff. I don't know. It's no big deal.
-Oh, l heard it was a loud fight. -l guess.
-No, l heard it was pretty rough. -lt wasn't rough.
Well, not like the other times. You know, those times she wouldn't listen to you.
Couldn't keep her mouth shut.
-Keep fishing, man. HAP: We saw the bruises, Randy.
They said she was beaten.
Not those bruises. Randy, come on. The old bruises. Your bruises.
All right. You know what? l'm sick of this bullshit. l haven't done anything wrong.
You haven't?
Hey, fuck you!
You're just a little prick in a leather jacket. What the fuck do you know?
Randy.. .
. ..this whole thing you're doing, you know, this fuck-the-world act.
lt might work with your mama. lt might even work with a couple of these local cops. ..
. ..who've known you long enough to figure you're too dumb ever to kill anyone...
. ..without leaving a couple of witnesses and a signed confession.
lt ain't gonna work with me.
Because l know things. You understand?
l know you beat your girlfriend.
l know she was seeing somebody else.
Somebody she might have even gone to see after she walked out on you Friday night.
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?
l don't know.
You don't know.
l couldn't get her to tell me.
How hard did you try?
Pretty hard.
-You think he. . . . -No.
How'd it go? You gotta find out where this came from.
I tried. Mrs. Connell doesn't know, her friends didn't know.
You tried 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, l'll remember it.
[CELL PHONE RlNGS]
Ellie Burr.
[PEOPLE CHATTERlNG]
-Where was it? FRED: ln a fishing cabin on the beach.
-lt is definitely Kay's? CHARLlE: Her books are in it.
FRED: Couple of kids found it. -Cabin been secured?
FRED: Francis is headed there right now. WlLL: Well, you stop him.
-Tell him to stay clear. CHARLlE: Rich.
Biology and Algebra.
Let's find out who she studied with. Let's find out where she bought this.
"Otherwise Engaged. Another J. Brody mystery."
-Who reads this kind of crap? -l read that kind of crap.
Read it. After it's dusted.
Find anything that strikes you, plot-wise, underlined passages. Just let me know. Anything.
There it is. The diary.
Every word.
That's it.
-l'll put it in evidence. -No, no.
Why?
Ellie, I want you to call every radio and tv station from here to Anchorage.
You tell 'em we're looking for the bag Kay Connell left the party with.
-Get it on the air in the next hour. -You got it.
You fill that bag up with books and put it back where it was found.
Gonna eat this son of a bitch alive, knowing he missed up this big.
[SlGHS]
You know something, Charlie? Maybe this, uh, this isn't such a hot idea.
A guy picks up a bag, I don't make him guilty.
Will, it's solid.
l don't know. This kind of thing, l don't know. Maybe we do this by the numbers.
-Come on, Will. -Hey, l.A.'s gonna be on my ass.
You know, l don't want this turning up in some court room six months from now when my rep's in the shit. . .
-. . .and they're pulling apart on my cases. -Come on, Will. That's bullshit.
Fuck you care?!
Someone out there just beat a 17-year girl to death. Your job is to find him.
You're a cop, not a lawyer. Don't let l.A. cut your balls off.
Charlie's right, Will.
[BlRD CRlES]
OP 1 , this is OP 2. We still got nothing.
FARRELL: Yeah, it's nice. Light.
All plastic except for the barrel and firing pin. Never rusts.
What do you carry down in L.A.?
-Smith & Wesson .45. -Excellent.
[WHlSPERS] Anything? FARRELL: No.
-Maybe this guy doesn't listen to the radio. -He prefers the voices in his head.
Hey, Will?
OP 1 , this is OP 2. Be advised. We got somebody moving towards the cabin.
Okay, fan out. Nice and easy.
[MEGAPHONE BLARES] Shit!
WlLL: Come on, let's go! Let's go!
Police!
Police! Come out!
Fuck!
Down there, huh?
All right. Down to the water. Go. Spread out!
Go!
Fuck it.
[FOOTSTEPS]
FARRELL: Dormer!
Hold it! Who's there?
[GUNSHOT]
WlLL: You okay? -l'm okay.
[GUNSHOT]
[GROANlNG SOFTLy]
-Will? -Don't talk.
-Will. -Don't talk. Don't talk.
-Here. -You sh--
You. . . .
You shot... .
l know. l couldn't see, Hap. l 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, l couldn't see you in the fog. l couldn't. l--
l couldn't see you, Hap.
Don't go. Come on.
-Man down! FRED [lN DlSTANCE]: Who's down?
-Man down here! FRED: Spread out!
Dormer! Where'd he go? Which way?
Dormer! Which way?
That way.
Fuck.
CHARLlE: Farrell went down.
You gave chase.
After you left Farrell, you heard the killer's second shot.
You ran down to the water. You found Hap.
Will?
ls that what happened?
-Did Hap say anything? -God damn it!
Why didn't l know about the god damn tunnel?
You don't move in on an armed suspect without knowing his exits.
Look, Will. There's a bunch of those tunnels out there.
They've been closed 60 years ago when they were mines.
l don't even know most of them myself and I grow up here. -l had him, Charlie.
As close as you are now.
l could smell the son of a bitch.
-And l blew it. -There's no point in blaming yourself, Will.
-l fucked up everything. -Don't you come apart on me now, you understand?
l need you to find this bastard.
[KNOCKlNG]
Yeah.
ELLlE: You wanted to see me? -You're on Detective Eckhart's shooting.
But we know what happened, and l'm on the Connell case.
Anchorage called, they want to send someone up. l told them we can handle it ourselves. We can't, can we?
-Sure. -Write it up. It doesn't have to be Shakespeare.
Just enough to fry this son of a bitch for a few seconds longer. Am I right, Will?
[LlNE RlNGlNG]
GlRL [OVER PHONE]: Hello?
Uh. . .. Jenny, it's Will. Can I... can you put your mother on?
TRlSH: Hello?
Trish, it's Will.
What's happened? They won't tell me anything.
lt's Hap. . . .
ls he okay?
No, he's gone, Trish.
He's dead.
What?
[TRlSH SOBBlNG]
Trish, l can't tell you how sorry l 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 then. . ..
Hap....
l'm so sorry.
-l'm just so sorry. -Did he suffer?
-No, l don't-- -Did he say anything?
Well, when l found him, he....
He was peaceful.
-Did you get him? -No, no. Not yet.
You find him.
And when you do, you don't arrest him.
You understand me, Will Dormer?
Don't you dare fucking arrest him!
-Okay, Trish. -You understand?
Okay.
Trish, listen. l'm--
[LlNE DlSCONNECTS]
[RETCHlNG]
WOMAN [OVER RADlO]: --agent was shot and killed this earlier this evening...
...in an attempt to apprehend a suspect in the murder...
...of 17-year-old local girl, Kay Connell.
I'm sorry. lt's been on the radio for hours.
We don't, we're not used to this kind of stuff up here.
He was standing right there. Last night.
l hope l was nice to him.
He liked you.
[FLOOR CREAKlNG]
[WATER RUNNlNG]
[GRUNTS]
[SlGHS]
Detective? l'm sorry to bother you, but could you just point out. ..
. ..here where you were when you heard that second shot?
I'm really sorry that I have to make you do this right now.
That's all right. You're doing your job.
Where was l?
-There. ELLlE: Thank you.
No sign of Farrell's bullet yet, huh?
No, but we'll have the other one for ballistics after. . .
. ..the autopsy.
l'm really sorry.
How are you doing? Okay.
-Clean through, huh? -Yeah.
No souvenir. Bullet got lost in the rocks, l guess.
Well, better luck next time.
You ever been shot, Detective Dormer?
Yeah, l have. Kind of itches, don't it?
We gotta catch him. Did you get a look at him?
-When? -When l left you.
-Did you see anything? -l was in a lot of pain. . .
. ..and when l heard that second shot, l kept my goddamn head down.
Hey, l'm...
. ..sorry about Detective Eckhart.
Sorry about that megaphone.
-Maybe if l hadn't-- -Farrell, listen.
What were we doing out there running around in the fog anyway?
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.
ELLlE: At this point, Detective Dormer encountered Officer Brooks.
The suspect, obscured by the fog, shot Officer Brooks. . .
. ..in the vastus externus of the upper left thigh.
Francis, you're Farrell. You were shot in the leg.
FRANClS: Come on, Ellie.
ELLlE: Rich, when you get this shot, make sure you get the cone.
[FRANClS GRUNTS]
-This his blood? -Ketchup maybe.
Was he eating a hot dog?
[CHUCKLES]
WlLL: Anything he might have dropped or stepped on...
. ..you put in a bag.
Cigarette butts, gum wrappers, coins, anything.
Suspect will often leave something behind.
ELLlE: Detective Dormer gave chase. . .
. ..losing the suspect in the fog then heard a shot...
. ..coming from a northeasterly direction.
-He wasn't lying that way. RlCH: How do you know?
Because l saw him.
-He was turning this way. MAN: Are we almost done here?
My nads are freezing off.
Ellie! l think l found something.
FRED: You think they should they start further over? -No. It's a waste of time
He stayed by the water as far as he could.
l saw him over the rocks. He knew he'd lose us down there.
[CELL PHONE RlNGS]
FRED: Duggar.
Where'd he find it?
Okay.
Yeah, well, just let me know.
Okay.
l will.
Dormer?
They found Farrell's bullet. Looks like a .38.
After the autopsy, we'll get both bullets to the lab in Anchorage.
See if we can get a fix on the murder weapon. That is, if it's okay with you.
A guy came by to see you today. Said he was your new partner.
-Did he leave a name? -No.
Can l borrow this? Thank you.
[PHONE RlNGS]
-Pioneer Lodge. WARFIELD: Warfield for Dormer.
Detective. John Warfield. He's called a couple times.
Want me to lie?
No, it's all right. l'll take it.
Thank you.
Dormer here.
l was shocked to hear about your partner there, detective. It was terrible. l was actually just getting to know him a little bit--
What do you want?
I think we both know what l want, detective, and I think you know Eckhart was gonna give it to me.
You know, you got something to say, why don't you just say it?
-He told you about our little conversation, didn't he? -Say it.
Well, let's just say l'm very, very interested to see your report on what happened there yesterday.
Don't presume to know what happened.
You weren't here. But then again, you never are, are you?
You're always sitting safe behind some fucking desk, reading your bullshit reports.
And that is why l 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.
[FlRES GUN]
CORONER: Detective, you came yourself. -Yeah.
Sign here.
He didn't suffer too much.
-What's the caliber? -Don't know.
The gunshot victims l see are from honey rifles and shotguns. Wasn't one of those.
-Had any sleep, detective? -Yeah.
[TlRES SCREECH]
-What the hell is wrong with you? -Sorry.
No problem.
-Bullet. l want results by tomorrow morning. FRED: Aye, aye, cap'n.
I think we should check on Randy Stetz's whereabouts tonight.
You think it was Randy out there?
He still doesn't have an alibi for the night Kay was killed. You're the one saying he beat her up.
-You check it out, then. -l will.
[CLlCKlNG]
[PUMP SUCKlNG AND LlQUlD HlSSlNG]
[WHlRRlNG]
[SLAMS]
[THUDS]
[SLAMMlNG AND WHlRRlNG]
ELLlE: Detective Dormer?
My report. l finished it.
So l just need you to look it over and sign it.
lt's pretty self-explanatory. l'm looking forward to getting back to working with you.
Now we have more important things to do than paperwork.
-A man died, Ellie. This is important. -Oh.
Of course. l didn't mean to imply that that wasn't--
Be sure of your facts before you file this.
lt's your name on the report.
He couldn't have come from there.
[PHONE RlNGlNG]
Dormer here.
-Hello? MAN: Can't sleep, Will?
Me neither.
Who's this?
l got a nap this afternoon, but l guess you had to work.
Who am l speaking to?
You get rid of your clock yet? Won't really help.
When l first moved up here, l went five nights. Can you believe that?
-This crazy light. WlLL: A name or l'm gonna hang up.
Please. You need the company. Nothing as lonely as not sleeping.
Feels like the whole fucking planet is deserted. Just you and me.
So...
. ..why don't you tell me who l'm talking to, and we can chat a while.
-l can't do that. -Why not?
-Not till you understand a couple of things. -Like what?
l saw.
-Saw what? -Saw you shoot your partner.
Saw him die in your arms on that beach.
l thought you might try to blame me. That's why l dropped my gun.
-My uncle's old .38. -Yeah.
-Did you pick it up? I mean, what about the ballistics? -Listen to me now.
l don't know what you think you saw.
But, we should discuss this thing, don't you think? Face to face.
This situation isn't yours to control, Will. l saw you do it. Get it?
l'll control this situation, pal.
Because you don't hide from me in a town this small. Get it?
No, not for long.
That's why l need your help. So, don't worry. l'm not telling anyone anything.
We're partners on this.
[LlNE CLlCKS]
[BEEPlNG]
--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?
l want to check something with you. l was going over my report last night...
. ..and l have a question about where you think that second shot came from.
You said you heard it from the waterline...
. ..but from the way Detective Eckhart's body fell. ..
. ..I don't think it could have come from the rocks further up from the water.
So, do you think it's possible that maybe you heard the shot before you hit the waterline?
-Detective Dormer? -Yeah, it's possible.
Yeah.
Why don't l give her a ride?
RANDY: Thought l smelled something. -How you doing, Randy? You still coping?
-You're that cop. -Yeah.
-Are you coming or not? -Not.
Oh.
Hey.
You want a stick of gum? l love chewing gum.
lt keeps me awake.
-l never met anyone from L.A. before. -Not missing much.
-So how do you like our shithole town? -Oh, it's not bad.
-Were you good friends with Kay? -Yeah. Best friends. Since grade school.
-That's a long time. -Yeah, we were like sisters.
Like sisters? Must be pretty tough for you what happened, then. Hm?
Everyone keeps telling me l'm doing great, considering.
But they're all real worried about me.
They don't even care if l show up for school or not.
Worried l 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.
l just don't want to think about all that. Just drive.
l understand.
-You want me to take you somewhere? -Sure. As long as it's fun.
Young, impressionable girl...
. ..left alone with older Los Angeles cop. Who knows where we might go, right?
Well, l know a place.
Hmm. Let's just drift a while.
Oh. Look at this. Who does he think he is?
[HORN HONKlNG]
What does he think he's doing?
-Hey, move over. -Let him move over.
Hey! Come on! Move over!
What the fuck are you doing? Move over, you crazy fuck!
-Holy shit-- -All right, l moved over.
WlLL: Just a little visit to the dump!
-You should feel right at home here, honey. Come on. -You just about fucking killed us! Get off me!
-What the fuck is this? -You and Kay were like sisters?
-Yes. l told you already. -Then how come there's torn pictures of you in her bedroom?
Why was her boyfriend's hands clamped all over your ass at her funeral?
Randy Stetz doesn't have an alibi for Friday night because he was out with you.
You were out fucking your best friend's boyfriend.
-That what best friends do? -Look. She never really loved Randy, okay?
-She never really loved him? -No.
That's interesting. How do you figure that? She has someone else?
-l don't know. -Someone bought her dresses, jewelry? All that shit.
Hey, look around.
Come here. l want to show you something. See. Now you'll understand why l brought you here.
This is the spot where your best friend's naked body was dumped.
Wrapped up in garbage bags!
Tanya...
. .. l know you don't want anyone knowing you betrayed your best friend with Randy.
That's why you will not give him an alibi for Friday night. l know that.
Now you tell me who Kay was seeing. And we can forget the whole thing.
lt'd be our little secret. Our little secret, but l need a name. l need a name.
I don't know. She wouldn't tell me, okay?
She wouldn't tell you? Why wouldn't she tell you? You're her best friend.
-lt was her big fucking secret! -Secret? Why a secret?
l don't-- Because she thought she was special...
. ..and she kept saying she was gonna get out of here and he was gonna help her.
-Who is "he"? -l don't know.
-She talked about him? -Yeah.
-She talked to you about him? -Yeah.
And when she talked about him, what did she call him?
-She called him something, right? She was talking about him. -Yes!
What? What'd she call him?
Brody.
Okay? She called him fucking Brody. But that's not his real name, so what's the fucking difference?
Jesus! You happy now, you fucking asshole?
Okay. You did good, honey. Come on. l'll let you drive.
You wanna drive?
lt's just poetry. l read it line by line.
lt's nothing specific. Verses on nature, love. That sort of stuff.
Uh huh? [PHONE RlNGS]
Detective Dormer. Line one.
-Dormer here. MAN: How're you holding up?
Can't be easy to keep working after three days of no sleep.
And hard to keep focus.
I mean, are you seeing things yet?
You know, those little flashes? Tricks of light?
See your partner?
-l see Kay sometimes. -What can l do for you, sir?
Why couldn't you tell anyone you shot him?
l mean, it was an accident, right?
Why, l should hope so. For your sake. You know what l'm saying?
No need for threats.
l'm just trying to make you understand my own situation.
See, you thought no one would believe you because of the trouble in Los Angeles, right?
-l know what that's like, Will. WlLL: Uh-huh.
-l got the same problem. -You do, huh?
Mm-hm. l'm not who you think l am.
WlLL: You're not? -No.
-l'm not a murderer any more than you are. -Well, why don't we get together? You know...
Just talk, have a few beers, whatever?
-Yeah. Throw a little gas on the fire, huh? -Yeah--
[LlNE CLlCKS]
l gotta go check some things out. Why don't you. . .
. ..put this stuff back into evidence and tell.. . .
-What's that guy? ELLlE: Fred.
You tell him l'll see him in the morning.
Oh, and can we return this? Her mother might like it back.
Oh, sure.
[BABY CRYlNG]
[KNOCKlNG]
[DOG BARKS]
[DOG PANTS]
[WlLL MUTTERS]
WlLL: That's right.
[DOG BARKS]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOGS PANTlNG]
[RUNNlNG FOOTSTEPS]
[DOGS BARKlNG]
[DOG BARKlNG]
[GASPS]
Here.
[PHONE RlNGS]
WALTER [ON RECORDlNG]: Hi. This is Walter. You wanna leave a message, wait for the beep.
WALTER: Will, are you there? Where else can you go in that state?
You must've been freezing.
lf you want, take a shower. There should be some clean towels in the bathroom.
[LlNE CLlCKS]
[PHONE RlNGS]
Hi. This is Walter. You wanna leave a message, wait for the beep.
Will, pick up. l'm not dumb enough to come back--
-Walter Finch. -Will.
Will Dormer, what are you doing?
l'm trying to help you and you're running around like a fucking maniac.
Were you gonna kill me? How would you explain that one?
Yeah. No one gets too upset when child murderers are brought in feet first.
There's no evidence that l killed Kay. You only know because l told you what I saw on that beach.
-Come on. What's wrong with you? -Guess l'm a little cranky.
-Lack of sleep, you know. -Get some rest, will you?
Got some pills in the bathroom cabinet, and my bed's nice and comfy.
Another night up like this and you're really gonna lose it. Hallucinating, babbling, God knows what.
Tomorrow when you're feeling better, we'll meet, in public. We'll sort things out, okay?
There's a ferry about 5 miles north of Nightmute. l'll be on the 11:00.
And Will. Before you leave, could you feed the dogs? They're on a diet.
[SlGHS]
FRED: Dormer? Fax from the lab.
Weapon was a .38 Smith & Wesson.
-We also found something else might be worth checking out. Ellie---l found this. At the Connells'.
And?
And it's the same author of the book we found in Kay's bag pack.
FRED: lt's signed by the author. Turns out he's a local writer.
Kay had all his books. I think we should check it out.
-Small stuff, right? -Yeah. Sure, sure.
Nice work, Ellie. She's got sharp eyes, huh?
Oh, you bet your ass she does.
Good stuff.
[HORN BLARlNG]
WlLL: Oh, what a view.
-l'm not who you think l am. -No?
Walter Finch:
Lousy writer. Lonely freak.
Murderer. No?
When l was 7 years old, my grandmother took me to Portland.
We were walking along and these two guys came by and snatched her purse.
Then a police officer came to our hotel to ask questions.
He stood the whole time. Uniform looked brand-new.
Shoes, badge were polished. lt was like a soldier, only better.
l have great respect for your profession. That's why l write about it.
l even wanted to become a cop after I finished high school. l just couldn't pass all the tests.
Well, you should've tried out for lnternal Affairs. They'd have taken you.
What do you want from me, Finch?
After Kay died, l knew that everyone would think that l meant to do it.
So l cleaned the body out, removed all trace of evidence connected to me.
Except for your fucking novel. Heh.
Under pressure. You don't always see the wood for the trees.
You, for one, should have figured that one out by now.
You know, when l heard that they had brought somebody from L.A., l panicked.
l wasn't worried about the locals. I know they would connect me to Kay eventually.
l could handle them. They never look in the eyes of a killer.
Killing changes you. You know that.
lt's not guilt.
l never meant to do it.
lt's like awareness.
Life is so important. How could it be so fucking fragile?
You'd see it right away, wouldn't you?
You trying to impress me, Finch? Because you got the wrong guy.
Killing that girl made you feel special.
But you're not.
You're the same distorted pathetic freak l've been dealing with for 30 years.
You know how many of you l caught with your pants down?
l never touched her like that.
You wanted to. Now you wish you had. Hmm?
Best you could do is clip her nails.
Now you're so different. You don't get it, do you, Finch?
You're my job. You're what l'm paid to do.
You're about as mysterious to me as a blocked toilet is to a fucking plumber.
Reasons for doing what you did? Who gives a fuck?
Motivations are everything, Will.
What did you see through the fog?
l saw pretty clearly, didn't l? l saw you take aim...
-Oh, come on. Forget it, Finch. -. . .shoot your partner in the chest.
Oh, well.
l heard him say, "Get away from me!" Why?
Have anything to do with that lnternal Affairs investigation?
All that tension in your department?
-You think l'm that easy? -l'm just saying that's how it looks.
I mean, maybe even how it feels.
How did it feel when you found out it was Hap? Guilt? Relief?
Suddenly, you're free and clear. Did you ever think about it before that moment? I mean...
What would it be like if he wasn't there anymore?
Doesn't mean you did it on purpose, you know?
You figure if you got something on me, then l'm just gonna roll over?
-Protect my reputation? -No.
Protect your life's work.
Every one of those scumbags you put away will be back on the street before you even go on trial.
With Hap gone, you're free and clear. Why mess with that?
Kay Connell. Remember her?
lt's your choice.
Think of all the other Kay Connells.
Do the math. You're a pragmatist. You have to be because of your job.
I know this isn't easy for you, but l'm trying to get you to understand.. .
. ..we're in the same situation here.
You didn't mean to kill Hap any more than l meant to kill Kay.
But that's kind of hard for them to believe, so that's why we need each other.
We gotta find a patsy for the Connell case and make it stick.
Do that. Then you go back to Los Angeles and l can go back to living my life.
So, what do you need from me?
What do they know about me?
Uh. . .. They found a signed copy of one of your books at Kay's house.
-So you're gonna be brought in for questioning. -At the station?
-That's what they usually do. At the station. -Yeah.
Could be brought in for questioning. l can write that easily.
Calm down. lt's no big thing. lt's preliminary inquiry, so. .. you know...
-. . .just tell the truth. -Mm.
-Tell them about Randy-- -Why are you talking about Randy for?
Talk about your relationship with Kay. You can't hide it, so you just say it.
Randy is none of your business. lt's not your affair.
Shouldn't l tell them she was unhappy--
Tell them she was unhappy, but just let them find Randy themselves. You know...
That way, they'll make it stick.
Understand?
We need a wild card.
-A wild card? -Yeah. You know, something that's there.
Something we can use. lt's in every good detective novel.
You still have the .38?
No.
Really? That's a shame.
We could use that. That'd be very convincing for them.
[HORN BLARES]
This is my stop.
Dormer!
Wild card!
[HORN BLARES]
FRANClS: Night, everyone. -Night, Francis.
Working some overtime, huh?
-Nice. -Cracking some big cases?
FRANClS: Night. -Night, guys.
[GUNSHOT]
[PHONE RlNGS]
Yeah. - WALTER: This is always the worst time of night for me.
Too late for yesterday, too early for tomorrow. - What do you want?
I'm sorry about the tape recorder. l had to make sure you'd follow through. I know this is hard for you.
l'll follow through.
l've been thinking it over. l should tell them about Randy.
-l think that's a bad idea, Walter. -But he's the patsy, Will. And besides, he deserves it.
You should have heard the shit Kay told me about him. How he abused her.
Yeah. But these are cops, you know, Walter? They're not children.
You don't just throw something like that in their lap.
Leave Randy to me. l'll push them toward Randy.
When the time is right. You understand?
Yeah, but we don't have the gun, Will. How are we gonna convince them he's guilty if we don't have that, huh? I mean, unless I tell you...
Did you keep the dress?
The dress?
Kay's dress, you know, and nail clippings. What did you do with those things, huh?
That's great. The dress. We could use that. That's even better than the gun.
-We just have to think about the place where he could have taken her body? -Where'd you take her?
-I mean, she died in the cabin, right? -Yeah.
Where'd you take her to clean her up?
Oh, you don't wanna think about that, Will. This is tough enough for you already.
-Well, it was an accident, right? -Yeah.
-l didn't mean to kill her, Will. You know that, don't you? -l know, now what happened?
She called and said that she and Randy had a fight.
She wanted to come over and talk, and l said, "Meet me at our place."
That's the cabin at the beach.
Yeah.- She comes over. She's distraught and a little drunk.
She starts telling me about how Randy and Tanya were carrying on.
l only wanted to comfort her. Hold her.
l kissed her, and got a little excited...
...and she started laughing at me.
She wouldn't stop laughing.
You ever had somebody laugh at you when you're like that, Will? I mean, when you're really vulnerable?
Laughing their ass off at you? Someone you thought respected you?
You ever have that happen, Will?
l just wanted to stop her laughing. That's all. And then, you know I. ..
...l hit her.
A couple of times, you know, just to stop her. Let her know. Get a little respect.
Randy did it all the time. I think she even liked it when he did it.
She never blamed him. She never wanted to leave him.
But when l do it, she starts screaming. She wouldn't stop. You know, I...
[GRUNTlNG]
She's teriified. She's screaming her head off. l put my hand over her mouth.
And then l'm really scared. I'm like real...l'm scared shitless.
More scared than l've ever been though. And you know, l am more scared than her.
And then...
...everything was clear.
There was no turning back.
And after that, l was calm.
Real calm.
You and l share a secret.
We know how easy it is to kill somebody.
That ultimate taboo. lt doesn't exist outside our minds.
l didn't murder her.
l killed her, but it just ended up that way.
So where'd you take the body?
Thanks for listening to me.
Feels good to talk about that stuff. l'll be able to sleep now.
You wanna talk about Hap?
[DOOR OPENS]
-Morning, Ellie. -Your phone isn't working.
yeah, I know. l turned it off. l needed to sleep. Sorry.
Fred called that author. He said he was more than happy to cooperate.
He'll be in first thing, so we need to get to the office. -Good.
l forgot to tell you they sell these in a chain of stores in Anchorage.
-No way of finding out who bought it. -Okay.
Bet you're looking forward to getting back to Los Angeles when this is all over.
Back to robbery homicide, or...
. ..maybe not.
-What are you saying to me, Ellie? -Nothing.
Are you doing okay? I mean, you haven't been sleeping much, Detective Dormer.
No, l haven't. No.
A good cop can't sleep because a piece of the puzzle's missing...
and a bad cop can't sleep because his conscience won't let him.
-You said that once. -l did?
Well sounds like something l'd say, don't it?
l'll see you back there.
FRED: So, you were acquainted with the deceased, Kay Connell?
Yes, l was.
ln what regard were you and her familiar?
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
-How did you know her, Finch? -She was an avid reader of my detective novels.
FRED: When did you meet her for the first time?
About a year ago. She came to one of my signings here in Nightmute.
She hung around afterwards and we chatted about my writing and...
. ..how she wanted to write and . . .
. ..and then we started talking and she asked if she could visit me and talk about books, and things like that.
-And she did? -Yeah, we became very close.
She got comfortable enough to show me some of her own writing.
-What does she write? -Poetry, actually.
-Any good? -No, not really.
-You tell her that? -Why would l?
So uh...Exactly what was the nature of your relationship to this girl, Finch?
l was someone she could talk to. Someone outside of her everyday life.
I think that's why she needed me and why she probably approached me.
Why'd she need you for that?
-Well, her boyfriend, Randy-- -Randy Stetz?
-Abusive little prick. He hit her. -We know all this already, Finch.
-No. lt was getting worse. -So?
No, but it was a lot worse. Really.
Why all this eagerness to talk about Randy Stetz, Finch? -Well...
Oh, you're right. l'm sorry, detective. That's probably all hearsay anyway and...
l don't wanna say anything that could be taken the wrong way.
Excuse me, Mr. Finch. Anything you say to us at this stage is in strict confidence.
Secondly, we're not a bunch of hotheads who are just gonna draw a bunch of crazy conclusions. Okay?
-Okay. FRED: Please, continue.
Well there was one more thing. It probably doesn't mean very much, but l think that Kay was getting scared.
-And l probably have myself to blame for that. -Why is that?
Well, Randy knew who l was. Not who I was, but he knew she had a friend...
. ..someone she could confide in, and it made him furious.
She was always writing about how scared she was. And her letters were getting more and more desperate.
You still have any of these letters, by any chance?
you know, l probably do. Do you think it might help?
They might.
Okay. Anything else?
The thing that worried her the most was the gun.
He had this old handgun. He showed it to her.
l don't know where he got it, probably wasn't even his. . .
. ..but he said he was gonna use it if he found out who she was seeing.
He kept it hidden in a heating vent. You know, in the skirting boards?
lt might be the .38.
-Get me Judge Biggs. -What are you doing?
l'm getting a search warrant over to Randy's place. You got that?
-Get Judge Biggs on the phone right away. I want everyone to move in 5 minutes, so... -l should get over there.
-Hey, you know what? No! -No? What do you mean no?
You're the guy he's talking to, for chrissakes. So we're waiting for the warrant. Is that okay with you?
Mr. Finch. Do you know when Randy showed her the gun?
WALTER: February?
No, probably January.
Why didn't you come forward with this information when she died?
-She's sworn me to secrecy. She didn't want anybody to know about that. -Even when she was dead? She didn't want anyone to know?
Beaten to death. -I was honoring her wish. -Her body dumped on a pile of garbage!
-l was her friend. -You weren't her friend.
-All right. Acquaintance, all right. We were close And I was just---Close, mm hm?
She was attractive. Did you have sex with her?
-She was 17. -Seventeen? She was attractive.
l suppose.
Suppose? She was. - Right. So did you have sex with her?
-No, l was her mentor. -You bought her things. Gifts.
-Yes. -What kind of gifts?
-Books, mostly, that's what she loved. -Books? What about this?
-You give her this? -Yes.
Why?
-You wanna see how she looked with it on? -No.
-No? Why did you give her the jewelry? -lt was just a present.
-Present? Bought a lot of presents? You bought her dresses? -Yes. What's wrong with that?
No. Nothing wrong. l'm just trying to figure out what kind of mentor you were.
l gave her things she couldn't have.
You just wanted to fuck her, didn't you? Sick son of a bitch!
Dormer!
FRED: Cool off. -Sick bastard.
You have to cool down. Okay? Cool down.
All right. l need a break.
l have to apologize on behalf of my colleague. He's uh...
Ahem. He's been under a lot of pressure lately. But he's a good cop.
l'd hate to see the bad cop.
[DOG BARKlNG]
RlCH: Search and seizure warrant. Yes, sir.
Randy Stetz. And we'll fill in the rest later.
-We got our warrant! -Mr Finch, thank you. We appreciate it.
Francis, you're coming with me. Let's go!
WALTER: You're not going with 'em? ELLlE: No.
[SlREN WAlLlNG]
Are you not on the Connell case?
Yeah, l'm covering the shooting of Detective Dormer's partner.
Heard about that. lt's tragic.
So, should l still call you about Kay's letters?
-Yeah. Call me, l'll come pick 'em up. -Okay.
[SlRENS WAlLlNG]
FRED: Stetz! We're coming in!
[BANGlNG ON DOOR]
[PANTlNG]
All right. Turn the place over.
[OFFlCERS TALKlNG lNDlSTlNCTLy]
FRED: Look there! Try over there!
Rich, look here now.
RlCH: l got it! Hey, Fred!
-Just in time, Dormer. RlCH: Had it in the motor oil.
What the fuck is this?
You see, now he's saying he was with Tanya Franky the night Kay was killed.
-That's what she told me. -When?
-When l questioned her. -Oh that's nice. Were you planning on telling anyone, or...?
Well, that's what l'm doing now, eh?
Randy and Tanya were screwing around on Kay. Clearly, she's just trying to protect him.
CHARLlE: What did he say about the gun? FRED: Says it isn't his.
l think when we get the ballistics match, he's gonna be a little more forthcoming.
-So you leaving us? CHARLlE: First thing tomorrow.
lf Spencer can remember where he parked the plane, right?
WALTER: Really thought you wanted to kill me in that interview room.
-l did. Randy Stetz is in jail. -Told you l'd write an ending they'd like.
You were too wrapped up in the details.
-The details? He's innocent. -No, he isn't.
He beat Kay. One day he'd do something worse. Maybe a lot worse.
How did you know l planted the gun?
You wanted to help me even before I showed you that tape recorder.
You had to have a wild card.
You're a good man. l know that, even if you've forgotten it.
When were you gonna point them at me, Will? When you found out where Kay's dress was, huh?
Where l took the body, right? lf you have a gun and the forensics...
. ..wouldn't matter what kind of crazy bullshit l told them about you killing your partner, would it?
May l have the tape?
-Did you make any other copies? -Why would l?
Stop me from turning you in.
Or killing you.
l don't have a hold over you, Will. I never did. You made your own choices.
It's like l wasn't even here. Why kill me? lt's not gonna help Randy.
After your little scene at the police department, it's not gonna do you any good if l show up dead.
-A lot of ways a man can die. -Like an accident? Like Hap.
Like Kay.
lt took you 10 minutes to beat Kay Connell to death.
Ten fucking minutes. You calling that an accident?
lt took you only a fraction of a second to kill your partner.
Does that make it any more of an accident, Will?
ls this an accident?
lf you want it to be.
lt's over, Walter.
lt's over. l'm gonna tell them everything. -What? Tell them about Hap, about you, about everything.
-What good would that do, Will? -lt'll end this fucking thing.
No. lt's not gonna end it. You haven't had any sleep. You're not thinking straight, Will.
What are you gonna do? Tell them the truth? You shot your partner and you lied about it, Will.
To them, you're a liar and you're a killer. You're tainted. Forever!
You don't get to pick when you tell the truth. The truth is beyond that.
That tape was the only physical proof that you and I ever had a conversation outside of that interview room.
To them, l'm just a writer that Kay Connel admired.
Randy Stetz is the killer, and you're a hero cop. Your life's work is intact.
Another abusive scumbag is in jail. Everything is as it should be.
Go back to Los Angeles, Will. The case against Randy is pretty solid.
l can take care of everything up here. l got it all worked out. Go home.
Midnight of your sixth night. You broke my record, Will.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES THEN ENGlNE STARTS]
[KEYS JlNGLlNG]
FARRELL: Randy Stetz. He was an asshole. FRED: You even know him as a little kid?
-Dad was on the same boat. Just away from together. -Bad seed, man.
FRANClS: How do you like our beer?
[ALL LAUGH]
FRED: Looks what Dormer needs is a little shuteye.
-White nights getting to you? -Hasn't been easy.
FARRELL: Better than winter. RlCH: You got that right.
-In winter the sun barely comes up for five months straight. FRED: Like being sucked into a black hole, you know.
ELLlE: Hi, guys. -Hey, Nancy Drew. You hear? We got him.
-Yeah. l heard. -Rich found the gun.
-Seems got something's on her mind. -l found this out on the beach.
FRED: What is it? ELLlE: Shell casing, 9mm.
The murder weapon was a .38. and none of us carries a 9mm duty weapon.
Or backup weapon, right?
Come on. Get a hobby, would you? No shit.
What? lt's a legitimate point, isn't it, Detective Dormer?
Oh, this case is closed, Ellie. Hold the fort, boys. l'm just gonna go find a men's room.
Relieve myself of some of your fine Alaskan beer.
Hey, do you want a beer or something?
No, thanks.
RlCH: He's good people, right? FRED: Don't get carried away.
Hey, Farrell. What has two thumbs and loves blowjobs?
FARRELL: l don't know. -This guy.
[ALL LAUGH]
Sorry.
lt's been something, Dormer.
lt's been really great working with you.
-You gonna run Will to the airport? ELLlE: No, l gotta go pick up those letters from Finch.
He lives in Umkumiut. Why do you--
At his lake house. Detective Dormer will just have to leave my car at the dock.
-lf that's okay with you? -Yeah, it's fine.
[OFFlCERS CHATTERlNG]
lt's been a pleasure.
Get some sleep.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
RACHEL: Detective Dormer.
What is it?
Someone's complaining about the noise. Says he can't sleep.
Something wrong?
Well, uh. . . . lt's so fucking bright in here.
No, it's dark in here.
[LlGHT SWlTCH CLlCKS]
Will you please...?
[THUMP]
There's this guy, Wayne Dobbs, 24. Works part time at a copy store.
Every day he watches this 8-year-old boy...
. ..waiting for his carpool across the street.
-This is one of your cases? -Yeah. Hap and me.
A year and a half ago.
For six months, he watches this kid.
Finally gets up the nerve.
He goes down there, grabs that boy before the carpool comes. . .
. ..takes him back to his apartment...
. ..and keeps him there for three days.
He tortures him. . .
. ..and makes him do things.
And, finally, he's had enough. He gets a rope...
and he hangs the boy in a storage space in the basement of the building.
But he didn't do it right.
Little boy's neck didn't break, so he just dangled there for a while. . .
. ..and then died finally from the shock.
Landlord found the body five days later.
The second l met this guy, Dobbs, l knew he was guilty.
That's what l do. That's my job. l assign guilt.
You find the evidence...
. ..figure out who did it, and then you go get them and put them away.
This time there wasn't enough evidence. And it's reasonable doubt to a jury. . .
. ..because a jury never met a child murderer before.
But l have.
Anyway. . . .I uh...
l went and took some blood samples from the boy's dead body. . .
. ..and l planted them...
. ..in Dobbs' apartment and...
l could feel it right there.
This is gonna catch up with me.
-l don't do things like that. -So how did it catch up with you?
lnternal Affairs is coming down on our department.
Hap, he was gonna cut a deal. . .
. ..and bring me straight into it.
They would've reopened Dobbs' case, and he would've walked.
Now that's not gonna happen. And l don't know how. . .
. ..how l feel about that.
But Dobbs was guilty. Dobbs needed to be convicted.
So the end justifies the means.
Right?
-l'm in no position to judge. -Why not?
There are two kinds of people who live in Alaska.
The ones who are born here, and the ones who come here to escape something else.
l wasn't born here.
Why don't you tell me what you think?
Here. Now. ln this room. You and me.
Please.
l guess it's about what you thought was right at the time.
Then, what you're willing to live with.
[STARTS ENGlNE]
[LlNE RlNGlNG]
MAN [OVER PHONE]: Nightmute Police Department.
Detective Burr.
She's not here right now. She left town about 20 minutes ago to go pick up--
[DOGS BARKlNG]
ELLlE: Mr. Finch. WALTER: Detective Burr.
-Are they friendly? -Yeah.
Didn't expect to see you this soon.
-Sorry about the mess, just doing a little work here. ELLlE: Oh, no problem.
You think Kay's letters could really strengthen the case against Randy?
Possibly.
[WlNDSHlELD WlPERS SQUEAKlNG]
[HORN BLARES]
[PANTlNG]
Watch your head here. l've done it 1000 times.
Sorry about all the clutter. l am a pack-rat.
l keep everything.
l knew I got them. Just don't know where.
-They've gotta be here somewhere. -Working on a new book, Mr Finch?
-Have you read any of my books? -l haven't.
[DOGS BARKlNG]
-She knows, Will. -Where is she?
She knows you killed Hap. You would've realized it yourself if you weren't so fucking strung out.
-I saw at the questioning the way she was looking at you---Where is she, Finch?
-Calm down now. l got everything under control. -lf anything happened to her--
She's okay.
But if we don't do something and she talks, you're fucked. Everything you've worked for is destroyed. You get it?
-Now give me-- -Show me where she is. Show her to me now.
She's okay. Listen. l mean, it's all fine.
-Let's search this place. -What are we looking for? -For the dress.
-What dress? Ellie's? -Ellie's. . . .
-Kay's dress! -You're rambling, Will.
Ellie's here. -I'm losing you.
-Thank God you got me taking care of us. -Us?
-She saw the dress. -What us? -We're in the same boat.
Where'd you get us? Don't talk to me about us, you sick...
She's alive, Will. Ellie!
[GRUNTlNG]
[GUNSHOT]
Hold it!
Don't move!
You shot Detective Eckhart.
And Finch saw you do it.
Did you mean to shoot Hap?
l don't know anymore.
l, uh....
l don't know.
l couldn't see him through the fog, but when l got up close. . .. ..he was...
. ..he was afraid of me.. .
. ..and he thought l meant to do it, so maybe l did.
l just don't know anymore.
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOTS]
-Where's your gun? -He took it.
Keep your head down.
Now listen. l got seven rounds in this clip. Make it last. Head down.
Okay, go! Go!
You forgot the wild card, Will.
[GROANS]
ELLlE: Detective Dormer!
l called for backup. They'll be here soon. Dormer, just hold on.
Hold on.
Nobody needs to know.
You didn't mean to do it and l know that even if you don't.
No, don't. Don't.
What?
Why?
Don't lose your way.
Hang on.
Dormer.
Let me sleep.
No.
Just let me sleep.