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Nadine?

Did the monster go away?

Kyle.

What are you doing here?

I couldn't sleep, so I took a walk.

And I heard the music and...

What's wrong?

- I saw her.
- Who?

My little sister.

Here, sit.

Take a deep breath.

Now another one.

It was a dream. It was a bad one.

It didn't make any sense.

There was an aiguillette on the
door and then Nadine came in.

She was just standing
there, and she'd been shot.

- There was so much blood.
- Listen, it was a nightmare.

I just can't stop thinking about it.

I was in the room with her. I
mean, I must have seen it happen.

God, why didn't I protect
her? Why didn't I do something?

Listen, Kyle, Kyle,
maybe you did protect her.

Listen to me. Listen. Here. Listen.

Listen, nobody really knows
what happened that night.

And thinking about it is
just gonna make you crazy.

It's coming back to me.

And I don't want it to.
I don't want to remember.

Well, you know, memories may
come back. They may haunt you.

But you just have to find
a way to live with them.

I don't know if I can.

Well, it's like, um... It's like combat.

You make split-second decisions,

and then you second-guess yourself
more than anybody else does.

But there is just no going back.

Is that what happened to you?

I mean, is that why you're here?

You know, Kyle, you don't have to say
everything that pops into your head.

I'm sorry.

It was war.

And there is nothing in the human
experience that can compare to it.

But you can't have regrets.
You have to move on.

Or die.

I know that song you
were dancing to earlier.

We had to dance to it at cotillion.

You know how to dance?

Just the box step.

If you can box step, you can waltz.

No, I can't. I'm not very good.

Neither am I.

Start with this
foot. Okay, it comes this way.

And that moves back.

Right.

Lincoln's arrest records
says the gun he brought to school

was a silver-plated Glock.

Same weapon used on the Stansburys.

You got cigarettes?

I quit. I told you.

You get any sleep last night?
Because you look like shit.

Whatever.

And you stink too.

What were you doing?

Don't worry about it, all
right? I had a few beers.

Yeah?

Yeah.

So you're good, then?

Yeah, I'll be good if you get
off my fucking back about it.

Look, I'm okay, all
right? Just give it a rest.

There he is.

What up, Lincoln?

Well, if it isn't 21 Jump Street.

I'm not supposed to talk to you, po-po.

I didn't think you were the
order-taking type, Private Fuckface.

I'm not.

Holding back on me, son.

You didn't tell me about you and Mrs. S.

What about her?

She was my tennis coach.

Is that what you call it?

You play tennis, ma'am? Ah.

Probably not.

I mean, what do you make
being a cop, 50, 60 a year?

What's your point?

Tennis skirts.

Why wear something that
barely covers your snatch

unless you're looking to get staked?

Was Mrs. Stansbury your first?

He doesn't have to answer
that. It's all over his face.

Hey, man, you don't know shit.

We know she was a 50-year-old
woman who took advantage of a kid.

Maybe it was a big deal to you,
not to her. Maybe that hurt.

Maybe you just didn't measure
up, if you know what I'm saying.

Maybe she was laughing at your virgin ass
because you were too quick on the draw.

That bitch didn't laugh at me.

She knew what she was doing.

When she'd strut into that locker room

and bend over in that little
fucking skirt of hers...

They can smell it.

Like a sixth sense, you know?

Knowing that you're gonna look.

Because you gotta look, right?

And that's when they get you.

But not if you get them first.

Hey, where's the gun?

What gun?

The silver Glock
you brought to school.

All right, 40-watt. I got more than one.

Go check my bedroom at home if you want.

Tell my mom "What's
up," while you're at it.

What you gonna do with
all those guns, Lincoln?

Well, I hunt.

You know, one time I killed this possum.

Blew its head clean off, right?

Tongue, teeth, all sorts of stringy,
bloody gunk sprayed everywhere.

And, man, it was fucking dope.

You know what happens
when you go to prison?

When a con and his crew
gang-rapes a motherfucker like you,

all sorts of stringy, bloody gunk
comes out of your fucking ass.

Holder.

Forty-watt.

Punk-ass motherfucker.

The fuck is your fucking
problem, fucking prick?

Yo, Detective.

What the hell do you want?

Here to get me my scrilla for some jib jab.

I need a powwow in private.

You need to learn the
English language, fuckhead.

It's about a murder.

Yeah? What murder?

Something to do with a car, I don't know.

But the guy confessed.

Come here, we gotta talk on the
DL. I don't want no one hearing.

You don't know shit about any murder,
you lying bastard. Go hit the pipe.

Was a cop who did it.

A detective.

- Kyle, come on, I need you.
- What for?

Let's go. Now.

Ten-hut!

- Fish.
- Yes, sir!

What you are about to embark
on is a proud tradition

that occurs each year for all new cadets

called "Slaphappy Sing-Along Day."

Have you been briefed about how this works?

Yes, sir!

Excellent.

Then all we need is a nursery rhyme.

Cadet Stansbury, the honor is yours.

I thought Colonel Rayne
said no more hazing.

Fuck her.

Now, I need a rhyme, cadet.

Um, "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider."

The tiny one!

Tremendous choice.

Fish to my right, you get first crack.

One step forward.

A-flight, commence.

♪ The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout ♪

♪ Down came the rain And
washed the spider out ♪

♪ Out came the sun And
dried up all the rain ♪

♪ And the itsy-bitsy spider
Went up the spout again ♪

♪ The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout ♪

♪ Down came the rain
And washed the spider out ♪

Sir, can I go, sir? I
have a paper to write.

Permission denied, cadet.

We need to toughen up these boys,
fortify them against the enemy.

Think of it as POW training camp.

We're not at war, AJ. We're
not even real soldiers.

We're just rich kids in a boarding school.

♪ Out came the sun
That dried up all the rain ♪

I can see we need to get you back on track.

Fish, halt.

It's your lucky day, Fish.

You're in for a treat.

Private Stansbury and
myself are gonna demonstrate

how this ritual is really done.

Hit me, cadet.

- Hit me.
- No.

You're defying chain of
command. Now, do it, hit me.

No.

- Knopf.
- Yes, sir.

Pair off with Stansbury.

Commence.

♪ Itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout ♪

It's your turn, cadet.

No.

I can't let you hit him, Cadet
Stansbury, unless you sing.

♪ Down came the rain That
washed the spider out ♪

♪ Out came the sun That
dried up all the rain ♪

♪ The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the spout again ♪

♪ Itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout ♪

♪ Down came the rain That
washed the spider out ♪

♪ Out came the sun That
dried up all the rain ♪

♪ Itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the spout again ♪

♪ Itsy-bitsy spider...

That's enough.

Hit me, cadet.

Dismissed.

What the fuck? You let your
kid hang this shit on his walls?

Lincoln's therapist said it's a
phase. We need to let it play out.

Play out? It's not like he's drawing
pubic hair on some Victoria's Secret model.

How's hacking the faces off
centerfolds letting him play it out?

Mrs. Knopf, do you think this has
to do with what happened to your son

- with his tennis coach?
- This? No.

He's done this stuff for
years. He thinks it's funny.

And frankly, I think the school
overreacted to all this nonsense.

Really. How so?

My son's had troubles, plenty of them.

But not this kind.

And even if it were true about
Lincoln and Linda Stansbury,

Lincoln's certainly old
enough. He's not a child.

Your kid's a piece of shit, no
doubt, but he was 16 years old.

My son is not
a piece of shit, Detective.

And I'll say it again,
the school overreacted.

Did the school overreact when they
found that gun in Lincoln's backpack?

Of course not. He shouldn't have done that.

It was a stupid, ill-conceived stunt.

It's not as though he shot anyone.

So if it wasn't a big deal,
then why'd you send him away?

Huh? No wonder he's so fucked up.

He needs to stop talking
to me like that right now.

We're gonna need to search
the room, Mrs. Knopf.

Can you step out?

We have nothing to hide.
Do whatever you need to.

Lincoln's been very hard to handle.

But we're not the only parents who
have needed to send their child away.

It doesn't mean we don't love him.

And it sure as hell doesn't
mean we've raised a killer.

These are not street people, Holder.

They file complaints, and you damn well
know it. What's the matter with you?

- That was a fucking waste of time.
- Little shit.

He wanted me to see his S and
M collection. He set us up.

There was never any gun in
his bedroom and he knew it.

So, what now? We get a
warrant, search his barracks?

What's wrong with your legs?

What? I got restless leg
syndrome. You never get that?

No. Never.

I mean, Lincoln could've run
out the night of the murders.

He needed wheels.

It's like an hour's drive back and forth
to the Stansburys' from St. George's.

No buses run that time of night.

Maybe he drove that Corolla
that we saw in the Emmett photos.

There's no Corolla registered to
Lincoln or anyone in his family.

Plus, we got squat on it.

Partial plate, don't even got the color.

Maybe he borrowed it or hitchhiked.

The killer shot them at point-blank
range. He'd be covered in blood.

You're not hitchhiking or driving the hour
back to St. George's looking like that.

He had to clean up somewhere.

We should check all the gas stations

between the Stansbury
house and the academy.

That's gotta be like 50 gas stations.

Get the unis to canvass. I'm not
jumping on some wild-goose chase.

Hey.

Let me out. I gotta do something.

- Did you use?
- What?

Don't bullshit me, Holder.

You've been acting like an
out-of-control asshole all day long.

And I'm asking you if you're using again.

What the fuck, Linden?

Let me out. Pull over.

Why, so you can score?

Pull the fuck over!

Hey, isn't your kid in town? Why
don't you go spend some time with him?

- Be a good mom for a change.
- Oh, right, I forgot.

Now that Caroline's two seconds
pregnant, you're the expert on parenting.

Yeah, I learned from the best.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

- Hey, Chadwick.
- Yeah?

What was it Linden had you pull for her

the night we were searching
for that missing kid, Adrian?

Photos of some car. It was a dark gray
sedan, I think, outside Adrian's school.

It was following the kid around.

Dark gray, huh? Who'd it belong to?

Don't know. Sarah told me to drop it.

Did she, now?

Get me a copy of those photos, would you?

Sure thing.

You're telling me there's no way that
gun could possibly be on academy grounds?

Mm-hm. All boys are checked whenever
they come on to campus for drugs, guns.

We practically strip-search them.

This isn't Club Med.

Lincoln Knopf's a damaged boy,
but it's more bark than bite.

As is the case with most of my boys.

Since coming here, has he ever been violent

or acted out in any way you'd
consider beyond the norm?

No. Not at all.

You should have told me you talked to him.

Lincoln wasn't on academy grounds.

Hmm. So you ambushed him?

No. We asked him a few questions.

We're conducting a murder
investigation, Colonel.

- I thought you wanted to help.
- I do.

Which is why I'm tolerating this
extreme invasion of my school

and the lives of these young men.

But I have my limits, Detective Linden.

Why do you protect them?

Because it's my job.

We are a nation of laws.
Everyone deserves an advocate.

I need to see Lincoln's room.

Are you gonna make me
get a warrant for that?

Yes. As a matter of fact, I am.

So we get out of the movie

and I'm, like, walking her home,

and I get to her door,

and I know this is it.

So in this voice I've never
heard quite come out of me before,

I very casually asked if I could kiss her.

Way to go, dude.

So, what happened?

She said yeah

- and I did.
- Ha, ha.

We've been going out for six months now.

Oh!

Well, call me the second that
search warrant comes through.

I don't understand what the problem is.

Hi.

Little booger has a girlfriend.

Oh? I didn't know.

It's not a big deal, Mom.
We're in the same math class.

What's her name?

Mia.

And she has long blond hair

and she's a twin.

And she wants to be an astronaut.

That's great, Jack.
She sounds really great.

Your son's a real heartbreaker.

And the best kind.

Because he doesn't even know it.

- You want something to drink?
- No, thanks.

I thought we were going to have dinner.

Well, we didn't know what time
you'd be here, and Regi made chili

- so I just thought...
- I said I was gonna be here at 6.

Well, you're welcome to join us.

Maybe we should stay, Mom.

Or whatever. I mean, we could go too.

I'm sorry. Just give me a second.

Linden. Yes, I meant it.

- Every gas station between Stansbury's
- Here it is.

- and St. George's.
- Monty Python.

I don't give a shit. Pure
more unis on it, then.

It's hilarious.

Let's watch that after we eat.

That sounds cool.

I mean,

- that'd be cool, but we gotta go.
- No, I don't wanna break up the party.

So go ahead. Stay here if you want.
I'll just pick you up at eight.

Or you can spend the night
if you want. Just let me know.

- Don't be that...
- Don't tell me how to be.

- Mom, calm down.
- Please, stay out of it, Jack.

I told you that I was picking
him up for dinner at six.

Well, he was hungry.

And it's not like you're
always on time, Sarah.

What would you know about being on
time? You don't work. You live in a boat.

You never have to be
anywhere. Sorry, I have a job.

- Let's all just take a big breath...
- Shut up, Ellen.

Hey.

What is going on?

You're not my social worker
anymore. Stay out of my life.

Get your backpack, please, Jack.

You don't have the slightest
idea what I'm dealing with.

Every time I've ever opened the door,
the only thing I've gotten back from you

is that disappointed, shitty look of yours.

You don't know me. You have never known me.

That's the problem.

No one does.

This is the
courtyard that bin Laden,

a.k.a. The Pacer, would walk in

and where Chalk One went down,

grazing the compound walls
and rolling on its side

here, causing delays.

But still giving the first team
direct access to the front door, here.

Open your manuals to Page 354.

We will be reviewing the
tactical entry points they used

for what was essentially a home invasion.

Next, they breached the
walls with explosives

allowing access to the
inside of the compound.

Once through, the team converged on the
first floor of the main building here.

Securing the ground floor and the second,

the team continued up these
stairs to the third floor.

This is where they
expected to find bin Laden

in a fortified bedroom, here.

Midway up the stairs, they
encountered bin Laden's son,

who was identified as hostile...

Khalid's dead on the landing.

They stepped past him,

and entered into the bedroom
through this door here.

Then fired several close-range
rounds, killing bin Laden,

who was here.

Cadet Stansbury.

Does this bore you?

Down on your face, and give me 20.

What are you
doing, cadet? I said push-ups.

Where the hell are my push-ups?

Any word on that warrant?

Weak probable cause.
The judge won't grant it.

Lincoln would be an idiot to
keep that gun at the academy.

It's probably somewhere
in the Puget Sound by now.

So, what's on today's itinerary?

Unis have been hitting gas stations
all night, coming up with zip.

I'm getting a lot of pushback, so...

All right.

Ain't nothing like a pleasant
drive in the countryside

looking at some stanking-ass toilets.

Let's go.

I was fucked up yesterday.

Um...

My bad.

Is that an apology?

Yeah.

I said it, didn't I?

I'm sorry.

Do we need to talk about anything else?

I just want my kid's sins to be his own.

Yeah, I know.

How do you do it?

How do you not fuck them up?

You're asking me that?

Yeah.

Just do your best.

What if someone's best ain't shit?

You're here.

That's what matters.

It's kind of the only thing that matters,

that you show up.

You'll be all right.

Everybody thinks I'm a
piece of shit tweak-head.

You seem to think I'm something better.

Yeah. You're a
1-900-Rock-Star.

Aw.

We're living the dream.

So where'd you go after I
dropped you off yesterday?

Church.

Church?

I thought you were a Buddhist.

Same thing.

Thirty-one flavors, all made out of milk.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

That's because I'm a
mystery wrapped in a conundrum.

Ha, ha. So out of nowhere, you just

find some church and go in?

It's not just some church.

Monastery of Our Lady of Peace.

I used to go there when I first got clean.

Sit there.

They've got these nuns
who sing behind a wall.

They don't ever come out
for the rest of their lives.

You never see them.

They're just cloistered
up in there forever.

I'd go there to quiet my mind.

Fill it with those nuns' voices.

That sounds really beautiful, actually.

It was.

I mean, whatever, it used to
be. Yesterday it was just noise.

What about you?

What about me what?

The great light show.

You were Catholic for a minute.

You still believe?

What, God and angels and manna from heaven?

Uh-uh.

But hell?

We're in it.

Only 49 more bathrooms to go.

All I can tell you is that he and his
partner had a thing a few years back.

It started up again not long ago.

But he's a fucking liar,
so it's hard to be exact.

Yeah. Why don't we talk in here?

It'll be more private.

Here. Have a seat.

- Were there other affairs?
- What do you think?

Let's just say that he's been gone
most nights for a very long time now.

What am I doing here,
Carl? What is this about?

Just a few more questions. Then
I'll be out of your hair. Uh...

When you last saw him, Jen,

he was driving his own car, right?

- Dark gray sedan?
- Yes.

Does James have an eye for younger women?

Heh, what men don't?

Okay.

I don't know how to put this.

Sensitive area.

What about girls?

Young girls.

You know,

I think we're done now.

Okay.

All right, look, I'm sorry, Jen. Uh...

Listen, I know this is... I know
it's been a difficult time for you.

If you're so interested
in finding out where he is

why don't you try following
around that ex-partner of his?

That Linden.

I don't believe for a moment

- that James is in Wyoming.
- No?

They're probably shacking
up out at the lake.

Lake Sawyer? What makes you say that?

Well, I was there the other day
looking for him, and I saw her.

Whoa, whoa.

You saw her there?

She was looking at the water

and she tossed something into the lake.

Oh for nine, Linden, plus
all the ones the unis checked.

Maybe we should just focus on the Corolla,

canvass the Stansburys'
neighborhood again for it.

Oh. Come on, Linden, not Smelly Boy.

There's no telling what kind of microbes
and shit's coming out of his stank ass.

Where'd you get that?

I won it.

Fair and square.

Jacko wanted it, but I got
to the wheelie bin first.

What, the Dumpster?

Did you find it in that Dumpster?

Did you see who threw it in there?

Nope. Too dark.

Was there any clothing with it?

- I don't like the dark.
- Okay.

Calm down.

- I need to take that.
- Oh, cruds.

Thanks.

St. George.

Yep. Let's get
the lab guys out here.

Need to take apart the
sink, pull the drains.

I'll talk to the station owner,
see if he can pull security tapes.

That was mine. I won that, not Jacko.

Is this Mrs. Geddes?

Mrs. Gena Geddes?

Okay. Uh...

You don't know me, and this
is gonna sound kind of strange,

but my name is Jack Linden.

I got the security tapes.

We can watch when we
get back to headquarters.

You get him those pork rinds?

Had to get him something
to make up for the pin.

- Excellent choice.
- Detectives.

Found this in the pipe
drain, hung up in some hair.

Hard to tell, but it looks like
a tooth shard or a bone sequestra.

Pull all the dental
records for the Stansbury family.

Do a DNA swab, see if we have a match.

What's up?

It's Jack. I gotta go.

- Okay.
- Look at these tapes right away.

Call me if you find anything?

Jack!

- Hey, Mom.
- I called you like 10 times.

Why aren't you answering
your phone? What's going on?

Sarah.

- What are you doing here?
- I invited her.

Go wait in the car, Jack.

- But, Mom...
- Right now.

He's a very nice boy.

- He reminds me of you.
- How would you know?

You were long gone by
the time I was Jack's age.

I was worried that you
would react like this.

But I had to see you,

- so I took a chance.
- And it only took you 30 years.

I'm not gonna do this right now.
I don't even know who you are.

You're right.

It was a mistake.

I saw you once.

At the farmers' market on Mercer Island.

You were with your kids.

I guess they're not kids anymore.

One's in college.

The other's about to start.

That was a long time ago, huh?

Twelve years. It was 12 years ago.

And Jack says that you're a
detective now. When did you start...?

You don't get to do that. You
don't get to know about me.

You gave that up when you gave me away.

I didn't give you away.

I couldn't keep you. There's a difference.

Yeah?

I don't care. I have to get back to work.

Do you still like parades?

What?

When you were four, you loved parades.

Big ones or small ones, it didn't matter.

The drums and the people
and the pageantry...

One summer, I took you all over the
city so you could see every one of them.

We'd sit on the corner, and
we'd get there really early,

and your shoes would get dirty.

But you didn't care.

You were such a happy little girl.

I don't remember.

What the hell were you thinking, Jack?

I'm not an idiot, Mom.

I know it was pretty out-there, but
after what happened with you and Regi...

How does this have
anything to do with Regi?

Will you let me talk?

So talk.

I just felt like I needed to do something.

I mean, you don't have any friends left.

We are not having a conversation about me.

You had no right to bring her into my life.

You were the one who had her address, Mom.

I found it in your stuff a long time ago.

So you go through my stuff now?

- What are you, some kind of thief?
- Thief?

What exactly have I stolen from you?

All I wanted to do was give you back
a piece of your life that was missing.

- God, just forget it.
- Don't walk away from me.

Everything's not as easy as
it looks for me, you know?

- Maybe I wanted to meet her for myself.
- Let go of me.

She's my grandma. I
mean, she's family, right?

Let go of me, Jack.

What's the matter with you?

Dad doesn't want me, okay?

His wife doesn't want me around anymore.

If something happens to you, Mom,

I've got nobody.

Nothing is going to happen to me.

Hey. Got that DNA report
on the partial tooth.

- Yeah?
- You were right. It was the dad's.

Killer was in that bathroom.

Anything in the
gas station security tapes?

Eleven cars between 12 and 7:00 a.m.

One was a Corolla.

It was blocked behind the Dumpster, so
we couldn't see the plate or the driver.

- But it was burgundy.
- That's something.

What the hell are we doing here?

Remember that photo we saw of
Kyle and his mom back at the academy?

- She had a cast on her wrist.
- So?

So Margaret said Kyle came to St. George's
because he was flunking out of school.

Detective Linden, you wanted to talk to me.

You treated a patient named Linda Stansbury

back in October for a broken wrist.

Can you tell me how that happened?

Uh, even if I remembered her, I couldn't
talk to you without a court order.

It's a good thing I have one.

It was a Colles' fracture.

It occurs when the broken end
of the radius tilts upward.

It's a pretty severe break.

- How'd it happen?
- Well, it was no secret.

She and her son had had
a fight and he pushed her.

She broke her fall with her hand.

- Kyle broke her wrist?
- If I remember correctly,

Mrs. Stansbury didn't want to press
charges or make a big deal out of it.

The husband was pretty angry.

Kept calling him a liar,
started talking about

sending him to military
school or something.

I try to stay out of the drama. Excuse me.

Let's talk to the kid.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Yo, Kyle.

I can't talk to you without
Colonel Rayne present.

We need to clear something up.

Why'd you push your moms?

We know about the broken wrist.

What were you two fighting about?

- What?
- We talked to the doctor.

We know that's why you were sent here.
She do something that made you mad?

And don't give us that "I don't
remember" bullshit, all right,

- because I ain't buying it.
- Holder, I got this.

It'll be easier if you
just tell us what she did.

What does it matter? She's dead.

It matters that you say
what happened to you.

Sh...

She treated me like I wasn't...

Like I wasn't her own kid. Okay?

You know what I'm saying?

Okay. That's all we need. Thank you.

What? Hell, no, that's not all we need.

What do you mean treated
you like you weren't her own?

She do something to you?

- Something sexual?
- Fuck you.

I mean, we know she liked boys. We
know what happened at the school...

- Holder, stop.
- How she liked to trot around

showing you the whole wide
world. She touch you, Kyle?

- She feel you up?
- Enough...

She never touched me.

She always wanted me to touch her, okay?

Did you?

Hmm?

Yeah. I snapped her goddamn wrist.

I told her to leave me the fuck alone!

What else did you do, Kyle?

What else did you do?

What else did you do?

Just say it. What'd you do, Kyle?

What'd you do? What'd you do, Kyle?

- What is wrong with you people? Kyle.
- What'd you do, Kyle?

Get out of here. Go to class.

Do you have any idea how
damaged these kids are?

Any idea?

They've been abused.

Broken. Thrown away.

They might look privileged,

they might look like they've got
everything in the world, but they don't.

And here you come,

destroying any trust that they
might have left in an adult.

Shame on you.

We're doing our job, lady.

Don't come back here.

- Escort them off the property.
- Yes, ma'am.

Hey, Linden, check it out.

A burgundy Corolla.

Won't be having any trouble
getting that search warrant now.

Jesus.

I need to talk to Detective
Sarah Linden, please.

Well, can I leave a message? It's urgent.

- What are you doing here, asshole?
- Nothing.

Nothing.

Well,

that just bought you a world of hurt.

Colonel Rayne.

I was on patrol and found Cadet
Stansbury here trying to use your phone.

- I can explain.
- Shut up.

Lincoln, you can go. Now.

- But...
- Dismissed!

I'm sorry I came in here, I am,
but I had to. I had no choice.

- I need to talk to the police. Right now.
- Kyle, Kyle, no, no, no.

Slow down. Slow down.

- Just start from the beginning.
- Okay.

All day long I thought maybe it was me,
maybe I was breaking down or something.

But now I know I'm not, and
I'm sure. I am, I'm sure.

You're sure about what?

Somebody here wants me dead.

Now, what makes you think that?

Because of what I found in my room.

There was a gun here.

And there was a note telling me to
kill myself and there was a plan.

It was, like, showing my house
and my family's bedrooms...

- He took them.
- Who took them?

Lincoln. I don't know.
Lincoln. I don't know. Somebody.

- They were right here.
- Kyle.

The gun, the note, I
swear. They were right here.

Kyle, you've been under so much pressure.

- They were right here.
- Maybe, maybe. And maybe it was a dream.

Like the other night, remember your dream?

I didn't make this up.
He's trying to kill me.

- Kyle, no one here wants to hurt you.
- I'm not making this up. I am not.

For your own safety, I want
you to stay in your room.

- Stay in my room?
- So I'm gonna lock you in.

- What? No.
- For your safety. It's called lockdown.

- Someone's trying to kill me.
- No, I do not believe that that's true.

- But if it is, you will be safe.
- Please don't do that.

It is my job to protect you.

Don't do this. Please.
Please don't do this.

Colonel Rayne, please don't
do this. Please don't do this.

Please don't do this.
Colonel Rayne, please.

Please. Let me out! Let me out!

Hey, Harjo, you get anything
on the burgundy Corolla?

Yeah, it's right here. Just got it.

What's up with all the techs?

There's a crime scene down at the lake.

Margaret Rayne is the owner of the Corolla?

Yeah. You know her?

Holder. You're not gonna believe this.

The owner of the Corolla is Colonel Rayne.

Holder?

Reddick's at the lake house.

He found the bodies.

- What?
- He found Skinner.