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Please call me back.

Please. I don't know
what's going on, Stan.

Stan, I have been
calling you and calling you.

When you didn't
call me back, I thought-

I found this
in the laundry.

It's her shirt.

Yes, Ahmed was
hiding a girl that night,

but it wasn't Rosie.

It was a 12-year-old
Somali girl.

So where is the girl now?

We don't know.

She split before we got there.

She's got family in Canada, so maybe she
figured they were less likely to cut her.

So you never saw her?
Never talked to her?

And this Muhammed guy?

No longer a suspect.
We cut him loose.

So where does
that leave us with the teacher?

Nowhere. We were barking up
the wrong tree, Lieu.

Well, that's too bad,

because right now Ahmed is in critical
condition in Seattle General.

Someone beat him
half to death.

Let's go.

Come on, Linden, it's almost midnight.
You can get all anal tomorrow.

You don't have to wait for me.

He was a good suspect.

You know, any cop
would have done what we did.

I never should have talked
to the Larsens.

Yo, Linden, it ain't your fault.

He lied to us.

Lied to us about
his relationship with Rosie.

Lied to us about that night.
About the girl.

If he had been straight with us,
things would have turned out different.

Maybe. Or maybe he would have ended
up in jail for kidnapping a minor.

He didn't have
much choice, did he?

If you want to get all worked up
about it, that's your thing.

I-I'm not saying he deserved it.

You know, I feel bad about it too,
but I'm telling you one thing-

I'm not gonna let myself
lose any sleep over it.

And neither should you.

Are you coming?

Yeah.

Linden.

Okay. Thanks.

Stan Larsen
just turned himself in.

I'm sorry
it's so late.

Your office said you'd
gone home for the day.

Come in.

Nice view.

Can I get you a drink?

No. No, thank you.

So what can I do for you,
Detective?

Maybe I will
have that drink.

Scotch okay?
Mm-hmm.

I'm sure you're here for a reason.

I wanted you to know that Bennet
Ahmed is no longer a suspect...

in the Rosie Larsen murder.

I never believed him
capable of such a thing.

Is there something else?

Ahmed was kidnapped
and beaten tonight.

He's fighting for his life
at Seattle General.

I don't envy you your job,
Detective.

I could say the same to you.

Can I get you another?
No. I should go.

I wanted you to know that I was
wrong about him. I made a mistake.

Thank you for the drink.

What are you doing up
so late?

What's wrong?

Let's see. I came home
today after work...

and found Jack and three
of his little buds...

hanging out alone on the boat,
smoking cigarettes and drinking beer.

Oh, God.
Regi, I'm so sorry.

And when I confiscated
the beers...

and asked them very nicely
to get their little asses off my boat,

Jack proceeded to call me
a stupid lesbo.�

He's so dead. I mean it.
No computer, no phone-

He's not the problem, Sarah.

Where were you?

I mean, these kids were obviously alone
here without any supervision for hours.

I was working.

I meant to call.
I should have called.

Your 13-year-old son is obviously
acting out all over the place,

and you're nowhere to be found.

It's not like
I can call his dad.

Of course you can't,
because it's all on me, Regi.

Well, I'm not the babysitter, Sarah.

No, you're not. And I'm gonna make it
a lot easier on you. On both of us.

Jack, get up.
Get up right now. I mean it.

Get your stuff.
We're leaving.

What? Why?
Sarah, what are you doing?

Something that I should
have done a long time ago.

We've overstayed our
welcome for way too long.

Okay, it's the middle of the night.
Can we sleep on it?

Can we- No, we need to go right now.
Right now.

Mom, I don't want to go.
You shut up!

Morn, where are we going?

I'd like to say
I'm happy to stand here.

After all, a men Whose fete
has been linked to my own,

a man accused of a crime
he did not commit,

a man I refused to call guilty-

Mr. Bennet Ahmed,
has just been vindicated.

But while I stand here, that man lies in
a hospital bed fighting for his life,

a victim of vigilante justice.

So, no, I am not happy.

What I am is determined.

Determined to reopen
the doors...

of the after-school program
closed down by Mayor Lesley Adams.

Determined to help reinvigorate
those communities...

damaged by vigilante attacks
in this city.

And thanks to a generous donation,
I'll be able to do both.

As for my fellow city council members,
I have a message.

It is time to stop using innocent
schoolchildren as political pawns.

Questions?

Payback's a bitch.

What's so brilliant about all
this is that it just fell into our laps.

A man almost died, Jamie-
May still die.

So try to control the glee.
The exact thing...

that was biting us in the ass could
turn out to be our greatest asset.

Despite what everyone else thought
about Bennet, you didn't waver.

You stuck to your guns. That's right.
You're the integrity candidate.

As if there is such a thing.
There is now. It's you.

That's how we brand you. I
don't care how you brand it.

Let's just scrap the attack ads
against Adams and run with this.

I already have Valerie pulling
new clips for an ad campaign.

And while we're at it,
I've been thinking...

I want to send a message
to my friends on the city council.

A message?

Yeah.

I'm gonna propose a 10%
across-the-board funding cut...

for each
city council member.

Why?

It's an austerity measure.
The city is suffering.

Why shouldn't the members
of the council suffer too?

That means everyone's
gonna have to take pay cuts.

Fire staffers, out per diem.

That's right.
No more free lunch.

You sure you want
to burn those bridges?

- Because they are gonna burn.
- They lit the match, Jamie.

Those self-interested bastards
showed their true colors.

Now they'll see mine.

Okay.

So Rosie got a ride to the dance from
Sterling, left there at some point.

Showed up at Bennet's
around 10:00 p.m. to drop off this.

Was there about five minutes,
and then what?

Where'd she go?
How'd she get there?

Morning to you too, Linden.
When'd you get in?

What is it?

It's a maple bacon doughnut.
It's the breakfast of champions.

We know she didn't take her bike.
Maybe she took the bus.

Maybe. I've got Ervin checking bus
schedules and routes from Bennet's.

Aren't you a vegan?

No, vegetarian.

And it's a doughnut.

She could have
walked it.

I mean, Ahmed lives close to the school.
She could have walked that, easy.

Or taken a cab.

I've got a call in
to all the local cab companies-

see if anybody picked up
a fare near Ahmed's.

What else we got?

Mob angle.

I mean, both Larsen and his rat boy
sidekick were mobbed up for years.

From Larsen's
performance last night,

I'm guessing he was a pretty
badass bagman 30 pounds ago.

Maybe he pissed off
the wrong guy.

Maybe he's in deep with gambling again,
owes somebody a shitload of money.

Kovarsky's small time.

He's into lotto scams and gambling,
not executing family members.

It don't exactly play, but, I mean,
we gotta check it out, right?

Where you going?
I'm gonna talk to Larsen.

Maybe you're right.
In any event, it's all we got.

That's what I'm saying.
I'm gonna pay a visit to rat boy.

That's the last time
I buy you breakfast.

I have a few more questions I need
to ask about your daughter's case.

We know you were once an
associate of Janek Kovarsky.

Mr. Larsen?

That was a long time ago. I was-

I was a different man back then.

How about gambling?

Is that a problem for you?

You have no enemies
from that time...

that might have been
seeking retribution now?

I heard the 911 call.

It was you.

You called.

Is he-

He's alive.

For now.

Knock, knock.
Anybody home?

That teacher might die.

It's not gonna be
good news for your boss.

I don't know nothin' about it.

No?

Yeah, you're just one of those guys
who don't know nothin' about nothin', huh?

All right. All right. Let's talk
about something you do know.

Janek Kovarsky.

How long did you work for him?

I didn't.

No? Huh.

That's funny,
'cause I got a friend...

who says you used to be a runner for
Kovarsky, and that's how you met Larsen.

Me and Stan got out
of that a long time ago.

I was just a kid trying
to get by on the street.

Yeah. You were
sellin' hot lotto tickets.

That's minimum security juvie digs.
Yeah, yeah, you're real street, homes.

Stan helped me get straight.
Gave me a job. Never looked back.

I've got nothing more
to say about that.

Larsen associating with the old crowd?
Got any enemies?

Uh, no.

Family's everything to him.
Wouldn't do nothing to mess with that.

Too bad he forgot
about that last night...

when he kicked the piss
out of that teacher.

Your Honor, at this time, the People
would like to file with this court...

a two-count complaint
against defendant Stan Larsen,

date of birth February 8, 1964.

The People are filing two counts
of kidnapping in the first degree...

and attempted murder, pursuant to
Washington state penal codes...

9A.40.020 and 9A.28.020.

Do you understand the charges
as read to you, Mr. Larsen?

Mr. Larsen?

Yes, Your Honor.

How do you plead?

Guilty. I did it.

Uh, your
Honor-

Clearly my client
is under some duress...

and not completely
rational at this moment.

On behalf of Mr. Larsen,
I'd like to enter a plea of not guilty.

Unless you want to spend
the rest of your life in prison,

we're gonna need to do
some work here, Mr. Larsen.

Mr. Larsen, in light of
the seriousness of the charges,

I'm going to defer
to your lawyer...

and allow him to enter
a not guilty plea on your behalf.

All right.

Let's get an expedited report on the
bail issue and take it up tomorrow.

Is that agreeable
to the calendars of both?

Unden. Detective, a cabbie
picked up your vic at Ahmed's.

You sure he picked her up
from that address?

Yeah.
That's what he said.

Where's the driver now?
Outside the Federal Building.

I'm on my way.

This her?

Yeah. Hair was longer.

Looked kind of like Alanis Morissette
when she was better looking.

That's why
she stood out.

Where'd you drop her?

Let me check.

Do you remember if she had
a backpack or a purse or-

Look, lady,
I don't know.

I drive up to 40 people
a day sometimes.

You can check the security cam if
you want, unless it's been erased.

You got a camera in your cab?

Here it is. 235 Ballard Ave. Northwest.
That's where I took her.

You sure?

You took her home?

Well, if that's her home,
that's where I took her.

Boy, I heard she
was a hot little piece.

Yeah, you got that right.

Yeah, man.

Shh, shh!

Guys, you're supposed to
be there at 1:00. Move your asses.

Yeah, we're going. All right.

Yeah. Okay.
Yeah. Thank you. Bye.

Who are those new guys?

Uh, just some guys we bring
in from time to time. Why?

Well, I've just
never seen them before.

Hey, Mitch,
we got a problem.

But we can talk about it
later if you don't want to.

What is it?

It's just we got a big client
who's got a job for us tomorrow,

and we don't got the manpower,
and they don't want to pay overtime.

So call Ronny and Jim. Stan don't
like working with those guys.

Just call 'em.
Stan doesn't need to know about it.

10:37.
We got our timeline.

She's smiling.

Seems relaxed.
Clearly not under any duress.

So she went home.
Then what?

How'd she end up
in Discovery Park?

She abducted from the house?
She meet someone?

Play it again.

Wh- Where's
that dude parked?

Mm, in front of the house.

Looks like he overshot
the door by 20, 25 feet.

Wait. Check it out.

You see that? Where that
light is behind her?

That's the Larsens's front door.
It's on- the inside light.

Yeah. So what?

The Larsens were
out of town that weekend.

Now watch.

But someone was in the apartment.

Turned off the lights
when they saw she was coming.

Okay, let's try to make a
dent in this room before your mom gets back.

Let's clean up some
of this crap off the floor.

Clothes in the basket,
toys on the shelf or under the bed.

I don't want to.
Denny, dishes in the sink.

Get a move on, Tommy.
Come on.

Okay, okay. I'm going.
Do we have to?

Look, you guys, there's some
serious ice cream in this for you...

if we finish this before your mom
gets back, so come on.

What's up with Wookie?

Is he sleeping?

That's what Mom said. She
said he was just resting.

Okay, then I'll just let him rest.

Aunt Terry?
Yeah, squirt?

Why is Dad in jail?

He's not the bad guy.

Why don't they
put the bad guy in jail?

Yeah.

Well, sometimes the world doesn't
work out the way that it should.

Sometimes things are all screwed up,
and that's just the way that it is.

Look, your dad is a good guy.

He's a great guy.

But sometimes-

You do what you think is right,
and it ends up being wrong.

He'll be back soon.

Yeah?
Mrs. Larsen home?

No.

You're the sister, right?
Yeah, I'm the sister.

Is Belko Royce around?

I don't know. You can
go look if you want.

Yeah?

Mind if I ask you
a few questions?

All right.

Yeah, I have keys. I'm with
the kids almost every day. So?

Is there anyone else who might
have access to the house?

Grandparents?
Cleaning lady?

Yeah, cleaning lady. You're
looking at the cleaning lady.

This is important, Miss Marek.
Can you think of anyone else?

I don't know.
I mean, besides Belko.

He has keys?

Well, yeah.
The guy practically lives here.

I mean, he has no life.

He sleeps in the garage
half the time.

You're not friendly with Mr.
Royce? Friendly enough.

He's just always around, like he thinks
he's par': of this family or something.

And I told Mitch,
I don't think it's good...

that he hangs around
the boys so much.

It's not that I think
he's a pervert or something.

He's just weird.
Like he don't have a personality.

Kind of like this table.

Tell me again
where you were that night.

At home with Bev.
Bev?

My ma.

You
call your morn Bev?

That's her name.

You got keys
to this place, right?

Yeah. I work here.

I gotta look after it
when Stan's not around.

So sometimes you come into the
house when the Larsens ain't home?

No, never. Just-
Stan would never allow that,

so just here,
in the garage, working-

which I wasn't that night.

Right.

Rat boy's a liar. He lied
about running with Kovarsky,

and I'm betting he lied
about that beat-down too.

His hands are shredded.

The sister's not a fan.
She doesn't trust him.

But he's got an alibi, right?
Yeah. His mom.

He was my miracle baby.
I had him later in life.

I thought it was menopause,
but it was Belko.

He's an only child?

That's right. His daddy was
a lush and a deadbeat.

We were never really together.
It was just me and Belko.

He was my little man.

So he always lived here?

Mm-hmm.

But that don't mean I'm a nun,
if you know what I'm saying.

Yeah.

So Mrs. Royce, you told Detective
Preston that Belko was here...

on the night of October 5?

You remember telling him that?

Of course I do. He was
even younger than you are.

Mm.
Not nearly as cute.

So-

So he was here
that night?

He was here. He's here every night.
He's my little man.

Here we are.

My Belko's a good boy.
He always makes his bed.

When he was little,
he had this cat...

named Cleo or Chloe
or something.

Pissed on that bed
every friggin' day.

So one night I took that little pisser
out and I dumped him into the trash.

I don't think Belko even knew.

Linden.

We really appreciate
you coming down, Mr. Royce.

Sure. Anything I can do to help.

Milk, two sugars.

Thanks.

But I gotta get back
soon, you know.

The guys are gonna be
wondering where I am.

Of course. Shouldn't take long.

Damn. What-

What happened to your hand?

Nothing. It's just,
uh, my job, you know.

I'm always banging it
on something.

Yeah, yeah.

So it's got nothing to do
with that teacher's beating last night?

No. I-I told you no.

Come on.
I believe that's not true.

I don't care what you believe.
I didn't do it.

Well, see, that's not what Stan says.

That teacher killed Rosie. Anybody
would have done what Stan did.

See, here's the thing.
That teacher didn't kill Rosie, Mr. Royce.

He's innocent.

And now he's
probably gonna die.

He's-
He's not gonna die.

That's what it looks like.

He's all hooked up
on life support.

See, your pal Stan-
he's in some deep shit, man.

And you are too,
from the looks of it.

When I heard about Stan,
I-I got mad.

I pounded the wall.
I didn't hurt nobody.

Oh, you banged the wall? I thought
you said it was a work injury.

Yeah. I don't know.

Hey, bottom line, Mr. Royce?

We don't care
if you beat up some teacher.

No?

We're Homicide detectives.

See, you assaulting some guy-
that's not our problem.

But if we're gonna
work together,

let's see if we can at least
be honest with each other.

Now, you were with Stan Larsen last night.
We know you were.

Okay. Yeah.

Good. Good.

See, now we can just
drop that, move on,

'cause we got trust.

Right? Okay,

All right.

So...

now let's talk about the night
Rosie Larsen was killed.

I've been going through
these clips for the ad campaign.

I've got hours of this stuff.

That's Rosie Larsen,
that dead girl, isn't it?

Maybe.

It's hard to tell.

I looked at all the pictures of her online.
I'm pretty sure it's her.

Actually, that's a good catch, Val.
Very good catch.

Why don't you leave the disc
with us, and we'll look into it.

Isn't it ironic that she was
found in his campaign car,

and there he is,
shaking her hand?

Mm-hmm. Thank you
so much, Val.

Valerie. I hate Val.
Good to know.

You know, Valerie, I can't believe you've
only been doing this for three months.

You're really good.
Thanks.

Do me a favor. Let's just keep this
between the three of us for now.

Mm-hmm.
Okay.

Well, so much for never met her.

Must have shaken
a hundred hands that day.

It doesn't mean anything.

What are we gonna do?
Bury it.

Well, we have to tell Darren.
Absolutely not.

He needs
plausible deniability.

As far as Darren's concerned,
he's never met Rosie Larsen.

Let's keep it that way.

The night of Rosie's death,
you were?

I told you.
At home with Bev.

Mm.

We were at your house earlier,
Belko. Met your mother.

Yeah?

She's a different
sort of person, huh?

Yeah.

Seventy years old. Sure hope I
look that good in lingerie.

Yeah.

She wears that sexy stuff
all the time.

I tell her to put on some clothes,
but she don't listen.

Must have been tough
growing up with a mother like that.

Did she bring her boyfriends
home while you were there?

She make you watch?

Can- Can we not
talk about this?

Or could you just hear them
through the walls?

No wonder you spent all your time with
the Larsens. Perfect little family.

You could pretend
that you were one of them.

Oh, Bev showed us
your bedroom.

But they aren't your family,
are they?

You don't belong anywhere,
do you?

And yet you can't stay away.

And here comes
that pretty little girl, Rosie,

growing up
right before your eyes.

And suddenly she's not so much
of a little girl anymore.

No, don't talk
about Rosie like that.

Did you like to watch her?
No.

- Watch her walking around the house half naked?
- No.

No. That's disgusting.

Sneaking into the house with a boy,
feeling each other up on the couch?

No. No. That night,
she came home.

You were there all alone,

knowing nobody else was in the
house, and it was your chance...

to have her all to yourself.

You dirty, dirty bitch!

Sit down.

Sit down!

Tell me what happened,
Belko.

Tell me what you did.

I like the house.

I like-

I like sitting at the kitchen table,
even when no one's there.

Make a cup of hot coffee.

Listen to
the rain on the roof.

That night, she came home,
and I was there.

I was there.

I heard her come up
the steps real fast,

like she was in a hurry, so-

so I hid, because Mitch
doesn't like me being upstairs.

And then what happened?

Then, uh, I could
hear her in her room,

opening drawers, the closet,
and keys jingling.

And then she went
into Tom and Denny's room.

That's where you took her?
No. I didn't touch her.

Bullshit!

What happened after that?
Uh, she-

What happened?

Uh, sh-she was
on the phone. She-

Who was she talking to?
- Who was she talking to?

S-Someone named
Adela, I think.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Adela.

You're sure?

Yeah.
Adela?

Mm-hmm. She said,
Adela, I'll be there.�

And- And then-
And then she left, and-and-

and then I never
saw her again.

I never saw her.

Don't- Don't tell Mitch
I was upstairs. Please.

Please don't tell on me, all right?

Please don't tell on me.

Belko!

Larsen's Moving and Storage.

Hi. Is Mr. Larsen in?

No. He's not here.
Can I help you?

Who am I speaking to?
I'm his wife.

Will he be back soon?

No. He won't be here for a while.

I'm calling from Tilden
Mutual Bank, and we have-

What? Wait. Which bank?

Tilden Mutual.

Oh. Yeah, right.

Mrs. Larsen, we wanted
to let you know...

that your last check was returned
for insufficient funds.

It appears that your account
is overdrawn.

Mrs. Larsen?

Overdrawn?
How can we be overdrawn?

I can't answer that.

I- How- Are you sure?

Yes, quite. But I can send you
a duplicate of the statement...

which you should have
already received.

Then just take it
out of the savings account.

Well, as a matter of fact,
you do have overdraft protection,

so that's what we would have done if you
had any funds in the savings account.

But unfortunately, your balance in that
account is two dollars and 13 cents.

Okay. No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

You're looking
at the wrong account.

Not according to my screen.
Whatever you had is gone.

Gone?
We had $16,000 in that account.

How can it be gone?
I don't understand.

Perhaps you should talk
with your husband, Mrs. Larsen.

Rosie's note from the Koran.
Adela, Friday, 11:45.�

I believe him.

Rosie left the house that night
to meet someone named Adela.

Okay, but there's
no Adelas in the school.

None of her friends, none of
her relatives got that name.

Yeah, but there's 47 Adelas
in the King County phone book.

Well, so send the unis
to go talk to them.

I've been up
50 hours straight.

Adela was out there somewhere
that night waiting for Rosie.

She knows something.
We have to find her.

Where are you going?

Sleep. You should
try it sometime.

Rick.

Regi told me where you were.
I wanted to see where you live.

You want to come inside?

I'm good.

Why didn't you
return my calls?

I knew what you were
gonna say.

What I need to know is-

Look, if you don't-
This isn't about us.

Right. It's about the girl.

It is.

Like hell. You know the odds.

You're not gonna solve it. It's been
over a week since they found her body.

I found her body.

I've got a flight to catch.

You flew all the way here
just to tell me you're pissed?

No, I flew all the way here 'cause I was
tired of waiting for you to come to me.

But that's never gonna
change, is it, Sarah?

I'm always gonna be waiting.
Won't I?

This is important to me.

Look, I know you well enough to know
there's always gonna be another case.

There's gonna be another body.

There's gonna be another excuse
not to move forward.

And I know where it's going,
Sarah, and I'm not gonna end up...

sitting in a hospital again,
watching you stare at a blank wall.

I won't. I can't.

Look.

I've got three tickets.

Midnight flight to Oakland tonight.

Are you coming?

I don't-

It's gonna be okay.