04x01 - Blood in the Water

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Just gotta keep our stories straight, Linden.

No one's gonna find him.

No one's gotta know what we did.

We're gonna go to work in a few hours.

We're gonna act like everything's normal.

You gotta dump your g*n and those shells at the end of the island.

It's no-man's-land out there, so they'll be carried out to the ocean, won't be found.

Couple hours, you report your g*n stolen, you park your car downtown, you break the window, and don't forget to file a report.

I know.

We talked about this already.

We'll tell Reddick that you and Skinner you went looking for the missing kid.

And when you got the call that they found Adrian, Skinner took off.

Everyone knows he was going on vacation for a couple of weeks, so we bought ourselves some time.

What about after?

Just worry about what we gotta do right now.

Okay?

That's all you gotta think about, Linden.

Adrian will be up by now.

He's the only one who saw Skinner, so you gotta set him straight before he starts talking.

What?

There's blood.

There's blood on your coat.

sh*t.

You were supposed to clean up.

- Put your arms up.

- I did.

I mean, I took a shower and I changed my clothes.

But...

it's the only jacket I got.

f*ck.

It's okay, I'll wash it out.

f*ck.

Okay...

Where the hell have you two been?

Got here as fast as we could.

- How's Adrian?

- Fine.

- He's sleeping now.

- Good, I'm glad.

Me and Linden got this.

You can take off.

Where were you?

I was looking for Adrian, like everyone else.

Me and Skinner were looking for him.

Could've called.

Yeah, my cell phone was dead, and, uh, you know, Skinner wanted to shake down some CI's on the street near Adrian's school, so...

Um, can I see him, please?

Of course.

Thanks for staying, Carl.

What's wrong with Linden?

What?

She smiled at me.

Did Skinner dump her?

She need a new boyfriend, or what?

Wouldn't be your saggy old dimpled ass if she did.

What'd you mean about the guy setting you up last night?

Said you had to go find the guy that set you up.

- It was Skinner.

- Skinner.

Homes had his sack in a twist about, you know, what happened at your house.

So I wanted to set him straight face-to-face.

- Huh.

Did you talk to him?

- Couldn't find him.

Mm, probably in Aruba by now taking his R and R, lucky bastard.

When did you find time to change?

Your Snuggie, your onesie, you got a different one on.

Yeah, I got a spare in my car.

I spilled my Green Goddess.

What the hell is Green Goddess?

Vegan salad dressing.

You are one lousy excuse for a man.

At least I don't got scoliosis of my coronary veins like some people.

Yeah, all right.

Hi, Adrian.

Where's my mom?

She's in the other room.

She said that I could come in.

Um...

We found the man who k*lled your mother.

The man in the car?

No, that wasn't him.

You were just confused.

That was him.

That was the man-- No, Adrian, you're wrong.

It wasn't him.

Joe Mills is the one.

You don't have to be afraid anymore.

We got him.

We should go in, our shift started.

Go.

Let's just-- Let's go.

What you need is rest, Linden.

Get a few hours of shut-eye and then we go in.

They're never gonna find those girls or Kallie.

No one's ever gonna know they're in that lake but us.

We put Skinner there.

No one's ever gonna find those girls.

You want to go to prison?

Is that it?

There's gotta be some other way.

He was on his knees when you sh*t him.

Twice.

Ain't nobody's gonna believe that was self-defense, and you know it.

- But-- - You want Jack to grow up without his moms, is that it?

No.

Then quit talking bullshit, okay?

Because I ain't going to prison.

You didn't have to stay.

You didn't have to help me.

Yeah, I did.

Babe?

Why are you here?

I just needed to see you.

Come to bed.

Warm me up.

Ugh.

I have a depo in an hour.

It's like I blinked and it's already morning.

I'm exhausted.

- Maybe you're getting sick.

- Yeah, maybe.

Or just old.

Blue plate special at 5.

Bedtime by 7.

Yeah, that's hot.

Come on.

Come to bed.

It's such a nice surprise that you're here.

I dreamt about you.

You need to take the first pill within 70 hours of unprotected sex.

You can take both pills at the same time up to 120 hours after sexual intercourse.

Okay, I got it.

Do you understand the instructions I gave you?

I just said, I got it.

There's no need to raise your voice to me.

I'm sorry.

Have a good day.

Do you get off on this?

Standing behind that counter, the big man in charge of the meds?

I mean, really, does it get you off?

Right now I got the rep up here inside your shorts.

Boom!

Out walks Holder.

Man of the hour.

Bona fide badass here.

Going up against Boss Man Skinner takes a big-ass chowder bag.

- Jesus, Reddick, we got a lady present.

- Linden?

Who cares?

She's got one too.

Breakfast?

I don't want something you've been fingering all day with your greasy ass fingers.

Here, I got one with some kale sprinkles here.

- You got kale sprinkles?

- Right there.

The pink one.

- I'd love kale sprinkles.

- Doughnut up.

Uh, yeah, I didn't have anywhere to put it.

They booted us out of the task force room.

White Collar Crimes came in.

d*ck-breaths.

Put it in your own damn office.

Get it out of here.

Yeah, eat your doughnut.

You and Wonder Woman are up next anyway.

Got a new case.

We just got off the rotation.

I got my d*ck in a vice wrapping up the Pied Piper case.

You gotta take this one.

Let's go.

Let's go, chop, chop, Mrs.

Linden.

The 911 call came in to dispatch at 5:45 am.

Neighbor heard g*nshots.

Responding officers didn't find any forced entry, but the kitchen door was unlocked.

First bodies were found in here.

I've never seen anything like it.

It's a bloodbath.

Philip and, uh, Linda Stansbury, ages 57 and 49.

Multiple g*nsh*t wounds to their torsos and heads.

The k*ller must have been standing right where you are, Sarah.

Guy took one to the face, two to the body.

It looks like Linda Stansbury tried to crawl away.

She got three in the torso, one in the back of the head.

There's more.

The children.

Sixteen-year-old daughter, Phoebe Stansbury.

She must have been dragged out from under the table.

Woken up by something, tried to hide, maybe.

She was sh*t twice, point-blank in the face.

Must have been a pretty girl once.

The youngest child, 6-year-old Nadine Stansbury.

She was sh*t in the face.

My guess is that the child was surprised by the sh**t.

Where's her bedroom?

On the lower level of the house.

She must've been woken up too.

Like the older sister.

That's the w*apon?

It's registered to the dad.

We found it next to the sh**t, Kyle Stansbury, the 17-year-old son.

He had a self-inflicted g*nsh*t wound to the head.

Must have k*lled the family, turned the g*n on himself.

Where's the body?

North Central, Trauma Surgery Unit.

He's alive?

Ma'am.

What is it, Billings?

A message for you, ma'am.

It's urgent.

You don't need no more rocket fuel, Linden.

We know Kyle's a student at St.

George's.

It's like a dump site for f*cked-up rich kids.

It costs like 50K to go there.

Linden.

- You okay?

- I'm fine.

k*ller makes it out of surgery alive, not a drooling vegetable, we go home, you know, slap some bracelet on him.

Cut it out, okay?

This kid-glove thing, this handling-me thing, I'm fine, just quit hovering.

- Didn't know I was hovering.

- Bullshit, you didn't know.

What's up with G.I. Jane?

Where is he?

I'm here for Kyle Stansbury.

- They said that he was in surgery.

- Are you family?

I'm the superintendent of his school, and I need to see Kyle.

Nobody's seeing him until he's out of OR, lady.

Who did this?

Do you have any suspects?

We can't discuss our investigation with you, sorry.

It isn't Kyle.

That's what they're saying on the radio, m*rder-attempted su1c1de.

It's impossible.

Kyle isn't capable of v*olence.

And yet he's a student at St.

George's m*llitary Academy for Boys.

That's where troubled rich kids go from my understanding.

Well, then you clearly have a very limited understanding.

I have known Philip, his father, for over 20 years.

And Kyle has been a student of mine since October, and he's just...

He just wouldn't do this horrible thing.

- Do you need to sit down, Ms...?

- Ahem.

That won't be necessary.

And it's Colonel Margaret Rayne.

Well, since he's not under arrest and he's a minor, I'm the one who decides if he talks to you or not.

That's correct, yes.

Well, in that case, you don't have my permission.

Then we're arresting him.

As soon as he's medically cleared by the hospital.

Your permission for that is irrelevant.

Detectives.

How's he doing, Doc?

The b*llet grazed his skull and he's got a severe concussion.

That's it.

He's a lucky kid.

- I'd like to see him.

- Who are you?

I'm the superintendent of his school.

No visitors until tomorrow.

He needs his rest.

That means you too, Detectives.

Nobody talks to him before me.

Is that clear?

Yes, ma'am.

The date is March 14th, 2014, time is 0900 hours...

Mom, Linda, socialite, runs a couple of charities, teaches tennis at her kids' private school.

Dad graduated from St.

George's '75.

His company, Stansbury Architectural and Design, is worth close to $250 million.

He did his own house in his signature style, glass, steel.

"Nothing between you and the big blue beyond." Except maybe a 9-mil to the head.

The oldest daughter, Phoebe, debutante, 4.1 GPA.

The youngest daughter, Nadine, she just had her sixth birthday.

Was a cute little kid.

And then Kyle.

Black sheep, straight-D student.

Skipped most of his junior year, truancies all over high school.

Kid's got "time b*mb" carved in his DNA.

Someone cut the piano wires.

Looked like they slashed them.

We need to get someone to dust the inside of the piano.

Okay.

Got that photo you wanted, Sar.

The car that was following Adrian from school, I blew it up like you requested.

I was able to get a partial plate.

You want me to run it?

No.

I mean, we found Adrian.

There's no need.

Okay.

Well, if you change your mind-- I'll take that photo.

You can leave it with me.

- Let me know if you need anything.

- All good, man, thanks.

- You asked for a photo of Skinner's car?

- I didn't know it was his car.

Is there anything else?

Anything else that could f*ck us up?

No, but maybe you need to check your coat again.

We need to keep our sh*t tight here, all right?

Is there anything else?

- Think.

- No, there's nothing.

Look.

Look, I know how...

How personal this is to you.

- What?

- I mean...

- With you and Skinner being together.

- Shut up.

- I'm-- - You shut up.

Babe.

Babe?

Never thought this would happen, you know?

What?

I'm pregnant.

It's not a good time for either of us, I know.

It's not.

How could this happen?

I don't know, I must have missed a day or two of my pill.

- You forgot to take your pills?

- It was a mistake.

Jesus, what's wrong with you?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Kind of a big bombshell.

I could've finessed it more, you know?

- Yeah.

- Eased in.

Little foreplay never hurt anyone, you know?

We did more than that.

- That's the problem.

- Yeah.

Heh.

Okay, uh, I need a shower.

I could pick up some Thai food.

Some sapaketti phat khi mao.

Yeah.

Uh...

I'm easy.

You order.

I'm happy with anything.

Damn.

Get any sleep?

Why are you here, Holder?

Ballistics came back on the Stansburys.

You gonna let me in or what?

Uh...

Not if you're smoking.

My house reeks.

I'm done this time for good.

Yeah, give you 10 minutes, tops.

Might wanna grab a shower before we hit the road.

You look like sh*t.

Wait, so the g*n that k*lled Dad, Mom and the girls - wasn't the same g*n used on Kyle?

- Uh-uh.

Same caliber w*apon, but different striations on the b*ll*ts.

There's two g*ns, Linden.

We just found the one.

Kyle k*lled his family, got rid of the g*n, then got another g*n and sh*t himself?

- That doesn't make sense.

- Unless someone staged the su1c1de.

Glock at the scene had Kyle's prints on the grip and...

a partial palm print, unidentified.

We never found the second w*apon in the house.

They've got that beachfront.

We should get divers out in the water.

Already done, mamacita.

Even minus my joe with a kiss of hemp milk, I'm a 1-900-Rockstar.

- You're in a good mood this morning.

- That I am.

You want me to ask you why?

Sun's out, got my smokes, and a m*rder case worth working.

What about the piano?

We get any prints on the inside or any of those cut-up strings?

No, it was cut a long time ago.

It's all dust up all up in there.

It's impossible to get a print.

Detective Holder.

He's awake?

Hi.

You know what this is?

Water.

Can I come in?

How you feeling, Kyle?

Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?

Four.

A thumb's not a finger.

Who are you?

I'm with the city.

My name is Sarah.

I just want to ask you a few questions.

You were at home a few nights ago at your parents' residence, 8327 Ferndell Lane.

- Do you recall what happened that night?

- No.

No, I haven't been home since Christmas.

Why am I here?

Nobody's talked to you about what happened?

Was there an accident at the g*n range or something?

- I should be at school.

- No, no, Kyle, you shouldn't do that.

Try to relax, and just take a breath.

What happened to me?

Who are you?

Where are my parents?

We're with the Seattle Police Department, Kyle.

I need to ask you about your family.

If you knew of any enemies your parents might have had, or any threats to them - you may have known-- - Wait, wait, wait, you're with the police?

Did something happen to them?

Is Nadine okay?

Who is Nadine?

It's the younger sister.

She just gets scared.

Like, really easily.

Like, she's-- She's like a little bird.

You have to tell her that I'm okay.

I don't want her to worry.

Can you do that, please?

Can you tell her that I'm okay, please?

With the type of blunt force injury he sustained...

memory loss is common.

Serendipitous how that worked out, his so-called memory loss.

Yes, he's a very lucky boy.

So it's gone completely?

It seems limited to the emotionally traumatic event.

- The sh**ting, the day of.

- But he could be faking it, right?

I mean, you can get this type of head injury without losing your memory.

That's correct, but I really don't think he's faking.

We've run tests-- How do you just forget your whole family getting mowed down?

Well, I mean, think of major car accidents.

What people remember before and during impact.

Very little, if anything.

- So will he ever remember that night?

- It's hard to tell.

Maybe a few days, maybe a few weeks.

But with the ongoing trauma of losing his entire family...

maybe never.

I'll be releasing him toward the end of the week...

so save your interrogation till then?

Forward, march!

Left by the left, by the left, right, left.

Left by the left, by the left, right, left.

Left by the left, by the left, right, left.

Battalion, halt.

Battalion, right face.

Battalion ready for morning inspection, ma'am.

You shouldn't have spoken to Kyle without my being present.

We ain't arresting him at this point.

He's just a witness to a crime.

I'm glad you finally realized that.

We've stationed an officer at the hospital with him.

In case you change your mind?

In case whoever did the murders comes back to finish the job.

Kyle said he was here the night of the murders.

Not at home.

He went on furlough that weekend.

Most of the boys do.

I signed him out myself.

I can show you the records.

So how long have you known Philip Stansbury?

He was on the board here.

I've known Philip for over 20 years.

Any family problems you were aware of?

Any beefs him or his family might've had?

No, the Stansburys were outstanding people.

Um...

- What else do you need, Detectives?

- We need to see Kyle's room.

Why?

Because we're conducting a m*rder investigation involving the slaughter of four people.

One of which was a six-year-old girl who was sh*t point-blank in the face.

I'm more than happy to lock down your school and search every inch of it, or you can just show me where his room is so we can do our job.

Cadet Fielding can show you to the barracks.

And he'll get you a copy of the furlough records.

If there's anything else you need to do your job, Detective, don't hesitate-- Why did Kyle drop out his senior year of high school to come here?

He was failing academically, and Philip-- Mr.

Stansbury was worried about his college prospects.

Have a good day.

Saint George and the Dragon.

You know your mythology.

The patron saint of soldiers.

He slayed the dragon of Silene.

The people tried appeasing it with sheep at first.

And when that didn't work, they fed it their children.

This way, sir, ma'am.

Let's go, G.I. Joe.

Six months parochial school.

Linden, the repressed Catholic.

It fits, it fits.

Sir, ma'am, Cadet Stansbury's barracks.

Kyle and his mom, were they tight?

Sir, all incoming cadets take photos with mothers.

It's an academy tradition, sir.

Just chill with the "yes, sir," "no, sir" bullshit, all right?

- I ain't your pops.

- Sir, yes, sir.

Did you know Kyle well?

No, ma'am, I can't say I did.

Do you like being here?

The Academy's taught me how to be disciplined, courageous, serve the greater good, to be a man.

Yes, ma'am, I most certainly do.

When you leave for furlough on the weekends, do you make up your rooms?

Yes, ma'am.

Part of regs.

Regulations, ma'am.

So why didn't Kyle make his bed when he left for the weekend?

I, uh...

I don't know, ma'am.

Forgot something in the car.

I'm just gonna go run out and get it.

So, what's your daily routine like here?

0600, we have reveille.

Following that, at 0620, we have breakfast in the mess hall and then room prep at 0710.

You're gonna get chronic bronchiolitis.

When you relight your smoke like that, you double the dose of carcinogens.

Who told you that?

Bunch of studies done in London told me that.

Well, if they're done in London - they must be true, right?

- Must be.

So you're the cops.

Yup.

You buying AJ's PR bullshit?

Nope.

You know Kyle Stansbury?

You mean the kid that stuck a g*n in his mom, dad and sisters' mouths and went "bang"?

Yeah.

He's a loner.

You know?

Loser.

Stays in his room mostly.

So did he do it?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Time will tell.

That's why we're here, right?

"Yes, sir.

No, sir." "Eat when I say.

sh*t when I say.

Jack off when I say.

k*ll, k*ll, k*ll." It's awesome.

Did Kyle have any enemies here?

Look, man, no one even knew that kid existed.

You, um...

You hear anything, you call me, all right?

You're like a real-life wigger, man.

sh*t.

I actually thought you guys went out in the '90s.

You the real Slim Shady?

I mean, I gots to get me an autograph.

Touch a hair on this head, Eminem, my dad's taking your job and your pension.

For reals.

Hey.

Take one for the road.

What the f*ck?

"Guardianship of our minor children, Phoebe and Nadine will go to Jackson Stansbury.

Temporary guardianship of our minor son, Kyle, will go to Margaret Rayne, Superintendent of St.

George's Academy until age 18, when he will be expected to take on the full financial responsibilities of adulthood." The remainder of the estate, in excess of $50 million will be held in trust until you turn 35 years old.

Do you understand what I've told you?

Any questions?

I have one.

There won't be any financial support at all for Kyle when he turns 18, which is in three months?

Even for college?

That was his parents' explicit wish.

I'm sorry, son.

You have your entire life in front of you.

That's something to be thankful for.

You don't have to stay, ma'am.

Excuse me?

My family cutting me out.

It's not, like, news or anything.

- You don't have to feel sorry for me.

- I don't.

You're not a child, Cadet Stansbury.

You're an adult.

Act like one.

Yes, ma'am.

Your Uncle Jackson in New Jersey, he was your father's brother, I believe.

If you would rather be with family at this time, that can be arranged.

I don't know him.

I've never even met him.

I'll bring you some more books, then.

I know how much you enjoy reading.

And, um, some more assignments.

I'm glad that you're making very good progress on your schoolwork.

I should probably get some rest.

Of course.

Good night.

My bet's on Helmet Head.

He blows away the fam, runs out of a*mo, and then uses his dad's Glock on himself.

Why go through the trouble of getting rid of the first g*n if you're just gonna k*ll yourself?

Maybe he wasn't planning on doing himself.

Maybe he was just sitting around, with those bodies.

Could've been sitting around for hours.

And then he makes the decision.

Or maybe Kyle didn't do it.

Look at this f*cking family, Linden.

They don't have any enemies.

There's no dr*gs, no debts.

Oldest daughter doesn't even have a boyfriend.

No affairs, nothing.

None that we know about.

Everybody has a secret.

Don't look like it.

Got the whole world, in that house up on the hill.

And then somebody comes and blows it all away.

Look, they're not perfect.

Nadine, she's 10 years younger than Kyle and Phoebe.

So?

So she was probably a mistake.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Let's go.

I'm buying.

Tikki Tavern, 4.99 lunch special.

You can get your tofu crap.

Huh?

Just come on before Jablonski catches wind, and hitches his troll-looking ass along.

What?

What's with the faces?

Divers got nothing.

We can't talk to the kid until he's out of the hospital.

- Then get your coat, vamonos.

- You wanna come?

No, you go.

You're clearly not doing diddly sh*t.

Fine by me.

Come on, let's go.

I hear they're letting you out tomorrow.

Doctor said I could go.

I wanna go.

I kind of hate it here.

Yeah, I bet you do.

East of Eden.

I read that in high school too.

I always wondered what the title meant.

It's about-- It's the land of Nod.

It's where Adam and Eve were sent, after they ate from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

I didn't know that.

There were two trees, but everyone just remembers one.

What was the name of the other tree?

The Tree of Life.

The book's about, um...

trying to find your way back home to Eden.

About never belonging anywhere.

You look like you're doing good, Kyle.

- You think I did it.

- Did you?

No, never.

I would never hurt them or anyone.

I'm not a monster.

What do you remember about that night?

- Nothing.

I-- - Well, try.

You remember your school, your family, your books.

I was in my room at school.

And it was Family Day.

It's one of those things they do.

I remember because the parents were there.

Every few months they do it, and, um...

And then I woke up here, and that's all I remember.

The piano wires were cut at your parents' house.

Did you know that?

Can you think of anyone, anyone at all, who could have done this to your family?

I miss my little sister.

I know what it's like to miss someone.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Call me if you think of anything.

All divers, we are suspending the search at this time.

Report back to the command post for debriefing.

They didn't find the second g*n.

Could've washed out to sea.

Could've dumped it someplace else.

I don't know where.

It's not in the house, not on the grounds.

We had two g*n dogs search the entire property twice.

It's a whole wide world out there, Linden.

Maybe he didn't do it.

Whatever.

I gotta get out of here.

You know, farmers sometimes abandon their livestock if they go bankrupt.

They can't feed them or sell them if they're diseased, so they just leave them to starve to death.

I found this dying cow when I was on a run a few weeks ago.

It was, uh...

It was really thin, and it was looking at me with these eyes.

So I sh*t it.

I used my service w*apon.

Quit worrying so much, okay?

Yeah.

You got rid of the g*n, right?

And the shell casings?

Right?

I will.

They're just there on the table.

You know?

It's fine.

You do it tonight.

- I know, Holder, I will-- - Tonight.

Marry me.

I wanna be there for you.

And have our baby.

I wanna be a good man.

I wanna be a good man.

You already are.

Marry me?

Okay.

Okay.

This is Detective Holder.

Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

Hey, it's me.

You can see into their house at night when the lights are on.

It's a glass house.

You can see everything.

We should talk to the neighbors in the morning.

See if they know anything.

Holder, wait.

Holder, just wait a second.

Holder?

Where's my dad?

I know he's here.

No, I'm sorry, he's not.

He's not here.

He always texts or calls at least once a day.

I don't understand.

I'm sorry, I don't know where your father is.

You left with him.

You know where he is.

He's here.

He's here, isn't he?

Dad?

Dad, it's me.

Please let me in.

Dad?

Dad, it's me.

Daddy.

Daddy, please.

Please, just talk to me.

Please, Dad.

Please, Dad.

Please, Dad, I just need to hear your voice.

If he's in there, please, just let me see him.

God, this isn't fair.

Please, don't do this to me.

I just need to know what's going on.

Please let me in.

Dad, please, come out.

Dad, Dad, I miss you.

I'm sorry if I made you mad.

Please, just talk to me.