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I'm not sure what Rosie Larsen
would be doing in a place like this.

I don't allow minors
into my establishment, Detective-

Linden.

Maybe she used a fake I.D.

I'll need to talk to all your employees
who were working that weekend.

I was runnin' the floor,
and I didn't see her.

Well, maybe somebody else did.
Doubt it.

I was on the floor all Friday night.

Did I say that Rosie Larsen
was here on Friday?

We follow the news coverage,
Miss Drays included.

We know the girl
went missing then.

I notice that you have
security cameras on your floor.

I'd like to take
a look at the footage.

Our tapes get erased
every 24 hours.

So, unfortunately, they won't
be of much use to you.

Then I'll start
with your customers.

Detective...

I'm sure you're aware
my customers don't exactly...

welcome a police presence
in their playground.

I can chat with them here, or I can
drag them down to police headquarters.

Which do you think
they'd prefer?

I'm sure you're also aware Wapi
Eagle Casino sits on Indian land.

As such,
we're not under city,

state or county jurisdiction.

Now, unless you have
a federal warrant,

get the hell off my property.

Thanks. I'm sure
you needed the backup.

I need to talk to A.D.A. Bernstein.
This is Detective Linden.

Yes, I'll hold.

Hey, Ronald. Listen,
what kind of search warrant...

do you have to file
to get into an Indian casino?

A week? You gotta be kidding me.

Hey, casinos don't own the A.T.M.s
on their property, right?

The banks or credit unions do.

I'm gonna need a warrant
for Lansing Bank...

for all the A.T.M.s they operate
at the Wapi Eagle Casino and Lodge.

I clocked four A.T.M.s inside.
There are probably more.

Cameras on them could've
caught Rosie on the floor.

Yeah, if she
was takin' out cash, right?

And if she was
even here that night.

Rosie took the last boat in
Friday night. 11:45 ferry.

No ferries after that.
No way to get back off the island.

But we got no time of death.

She could've come back
to the city the next day.

Unless she met
her killer here.

We didn't find the burner phone
or the backpack on the body, right?

So the perp's got 'em,
or they're still out there somewhere.

Or they're inside.

We know that she came here.

She had that key chain
with the bird emblem, right?

And there's all of her missing time
at night and after school.

It's got something
to do with this place.

And the casino owner ain't sharin'?

No. She and her human pit
bull are circling the wagons.

Plus, she heads up the Kulamish
Tribe, which owns all of these lands,

so there's no need.

Bernstein? Yeah, I'll hold.

We're not waiting
to go in there.

Indian Tribal Court
in D.C.'s gotta review it first,

so it could take up to a week.

How long we gotta wait
for the bank warrant?

Bernstein said it could take at least
24 hours, but he's hoping for better.

What?
You got somewhere to be?

No. Why? Cause if you do,
I've got this covered.

I'm here, ain't I?

Damn, is there one or two days a month you're not P.M.S.
- ing?

You've reached Liz and-

Kayla-
And Davie.

We're not home,
so lea ve a message.

Holler at you later, habibi.

Yo, little man D.
Damn, you sound grown.

You too, Kayla.

So, Liz, you want me to bring whatnot
to the school parade-

soda, chips, or whatever-

You just let me know,
and I got it.

And- And, Davie, uh,
I got something for you.

From your birthday I missed.

So, anyways, you know,
come find me, okay?

I'm gonna be out there in the crowd,
hollerin' at ya', habibi.

All right, later.

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

Let's head back.

That the D.A.?

It was Jack's school.
He didn't show up this morning.

He hasn't been in school
in the last three days.

Park yourself at the courthouse.
I'll let Oakes know about the casino.

What happened to the boat?
I'll meet you there.

Go easy on the kid.
Look at this dump.

No wonder he went AWOL.

Nice try, Jack.

What happened? I told you
to go to the courthouse.

What'd Jack say?

He's not there.

Get in, Linden. It's rainin'.

He's probably just at Regi's,
at the marina.

You ain't takin' a bus there.
Get in already.

Hi, Regi.
Look, I'm sorry to bother you,

but I need to know if Jack is with you
or if you've heard from him.

Call me. Thanks.

It's Jack's.
He left it in the room.

Don't be callin' his friends.
That's the last thing he needs now...

is his moms crazy dialing.

It's got a pass code.

Damn it.

So why you stayin' at a motel?
Regi finally boot you out?

Looks like it, doesn't it?

So Regi is Jack's dad?

Regi's a she.

Ah, it's your moms.

Why you call your moms
by her first name?

Take a right here. I know. I
been here before, Linden.

Then you gotta move over, Holder.
lam. I am, damn.

See, me and my moms-

it's like,
See you when I see you.�

But Liz, my sister,
she's the one that really raised me.

It sounds like you and Regi don't
get along too good neither, huh?

Attempted abduction
of a minor at Clearview Elementary...

at the corner
of Jones and Fairview.

Suspect's in a green Toyota Tercel,
license plate number RVZ 4897.

Hi, Anna. It's Sarah Linden calling,
Jack's mom.

I know this is kind
of a strange question,

but I was wondering if Jack might be
hanging out at your house with Nash.

Could you call me, please?
Thank you.

It's Jack's best friend.

So why'd your moms
kick you out of her canoe?

Take a right here.
The slip's down the next dock.

L'll be back. Wait here.
All right. I'll wait here.

Don't worry about me, Linden.
Limo's ready whenever you are.

Yo, where's the boat?

Hi, Anna. It's Sarah again. Please call
me as soon as you get this. Thanks.

Where's Regi at?
San Juan Islands.

Won't be back till next Friday.
Neighbor said she left this morning.

So maybe Jack
went with her.

She wouldn't just take him
and not tell me.

People
do crazy-ass things.

Linden here. Hi. It's Anna.
I got your messages.

Hi, Anna. Thanks so much
for calling me back.

Um, sorry to bug you,
but I got a call from the school.

They said Jack wasn't there.

I thought that maybe
he and Nash were together.

No, I'm sorry.
I haven't seen Jack all day.

And I've actually been meaning
to call you about him.

Okay. What is it?

Um, I caught Nash
cutting class the other clay...

down near the waterfront
with a bunch of boys.

This place called The Tunnel.�<

Apparently Jack's the ringleader,
encouraging them to do this kind of stuff.

Look, I'm sorry that Jack is involved,

but these kids are
making bad decisions too.

It's not just my son.
Sarah, I don '2' Want to fight.

I understand you're
going through some things.

Look, I just don't want my son
to hang out with Jack anymore.

I'm sorry.
I appreciate your candor.

Bye, Sarah.

Do you know any spots
near the waterfront...

where kids would hang out?

Some place called The Tunnel?

Yeah. I'll take you.

Let me have the keys.
I'll drive.

You drive too slow, Holder.
Give 'em to me.

Hey, thanks for stayin', Stephen.�
�HHey, you're welcome, Sarah.

You know, that's
what friends are for, yo.

I mean, I skipped out of school
all the time when I was his age.

He'll turn up.

What is this place?

It's Hooky Central for the middle school set.

Smokin' cigs, making out.
You know, small-time.

What about Mr. Sonoma?

Maybe Jack called him,
told him where he was goin'.

No, I don't think so.

What about his real dad?

They still tight? Holder,
enough with the 20 questions.

Why did you run off?

Used to think it was
'cause I was mistreated,

pissed off, poor me,�
blah, blah, blah, but-

Sometimes I think you run away just
so someone will come lookin' for you.

You know, stayin' put-
it's a kind of runnin' away.

You know what I'm sayin'?

I usually have no idea,
and this time is no different.

Sonoma? Come on.

You are a true sage.

A real astute observer
of human nature.

You ever think of writing a book?

I did. It's called How To Be Me.�

I'll get my peeps
to send you a signed copy.

I'm sure it gave Deepak Chopra
a run for his money.

Oh, snap. Linden's makin' a joke.

Do you mind?

Uh- What, you want one?

You got somewhere to go, I can
get a cab back to the station.

No, I'm good for now.

You know someone who's sick?

No. I got a date.

A date?

You might want to get rid
of that balloon then.

Yeah, yeah.
I was gonna do that.

Well, it cost like 20 bucks.

I never would have guessed.
Whatever.

It's the gesture that counts.

You ladies dig this kind of thing.
Admit it.

Admit it.

So go. Get laid.

L'll find a ride.
She can wait.

I mean, who wouldn't wait
for this slice of heaven?

Light it up.

Hey, it's your mom.
Jack.

Jack.

Do you know Jack Linden?

Any of you?

Do you go
to Waverly Middle School?

What's it to you? Hey, you
watch your mouth, son.

Let's get out of here, Linden.
These kids are punks.

Crazy bitch.
What did you say to me?

I said, bitch be gone.

You want to go to juvie
until you're 18 years old,

you keep mouthing off
like that.

Linden, Chill. Chill.

I'm gonna call the cops, freaks.
We are the cops, ass-wipe.

Yo.

Maybe he's back at the motel.
We should head back.

He's not. I called.

You want to bet your moms took
him with her on her boat?

Regi didn't take him, Holder.

Moms, they do crazy-ass things.
They think they know best and-

She's not my mother.

Who is she?
Your spinster aunt or what?

She's my social worker, okay?

I've known her my whole life,
so she wouldn't take my kid and not tell me.

He knows
he's gotta call at 3:15.

After school,
from the motel.

He'll call.

We should get some food.

Give me a double cheese
Filet-O-Fish,

two large fries, a hamburger,
extra mayo, and hold the patty.

Hold the what?
The patty. The meat.

You want a hamburger
without the meat?

That's what I said,
ain't it?

I'll take a coffee, black.

What's the point?

I'm a vegetarian.
Who eats pork rinds.

That'll be 19.46. Pork rinds are junk food.
Don't count.

No, I got it.

Hmm.

You can't be a vegetarian and eat meat.
It doesn't make sense.

Everything makes sense.
Depends on how you perceive it.

Oh, yes.
Perception is circumstantial.

I didn't forget that nugget.

Let me break it down for you.
Can't wait.

MY body's my temple, right?

Right here-
it's the control tower.

See, people be wantin'
to put everything in a box.

Get spoon-fed the answers, you know?
Make everything black and white.

But me?

I see the grays.

Is Jesus Christ your savior, Holder?

Seriously.
What's with the tat?

J.C., Buddha,
lactose-oval� vegetarianism.

I mean, like, wisdom's all around, Linden.

It's like air. You just gotta breathe it.

Did you get the tat
when you got clean?

A month in.

I got hooked on the job.

Undercover. Makes sense.
Gotta blend in.

No. No, no, no.

Nobody put that pipe
in my mouth except me.

Truth is...

I love meth.

Love that Christy.

She's the best little lady
I ever had.

So why'd you
break up with her?

My L.T. found out.

Said he'd boot me out of County
if I didn't quit, so here I am.

Happy, joyous and free.

I finally let go, you know?
Let go?

Of thinkin' that I had any sort of control.
That I ain't the one in the driver's seat.

Then who is?

Please don't say God.

Whatever you want to call it.
More powerful than this tweak-head.

Good for you.

It does not apply elsewhere in life,
but I'm glad that you got clean.

We make choices to fix our
mistakes or we don't. You did.

If you want to credit that to Christ
or that hamburger, you made it.

Can't. Some things you can't fix.

Maybe they just stay broke.
Right.

Let the bad guys
do their thing. Screw it.

Let's take our pension and run.
What the hell are we doing here?

Last real job you had?

It was Picasso, right?
The kid who drew those trees?

Yeah, I did my research, Linden.

You never told me
what happened to him.

Got the guy who killed his mother.
So what?

No, what happened
to the kid, Linden.

His dad was the doer.
Morn is dead.

I put the dad in, 20 to life.

So the kid
didn't have anywhere to go.

Child Protective Services
took him.

He's still in the system, last I heard,
and he probably will be until he's 18.

Nobody's gonna adopt him.
He's damaged goods.

That's what happened
to the kid.

Are you done yet?

I gotta go to the bathroom.

Hey, I got into his phone.
What? How?

Figured out his password.

Funyuns?

I mean, I ain't so bad, Linden.
Kid needs a role model in his life.

I'm glad he has you
since I clearly suck at the job.

You ain't the worst out there.
Oh, thanks for that.

Boys need their fathers,
you know?

Mr. Sonoma-
he ain't cuttin' it no more?

What is this?
What?

These texts.

There's three of them since yesterday,
about meeting up with Jack.

I'm parked at the corner
of Van Dam and 7th.�

That's right by Waverly,
Jack's school.

- Who sent 'em?
- I don't know.

It's a restricted number.

It was sent at 7:00 this morning.
That's right when we left the motel.

He's 13 years old.

Well, I don't care about
your privacy regulations.

Seventy-two hours?
I can't wait that long.

I need that phone
unblocked right now.

So what'd the phone company say?
Nothing. Bullshit.

Give me a cigarette.
For real?

Just give it to me.

You get in touch with
any of his friends? No.

All the phones
are bumpin' to voice mail.

They're probably in school
and they got their phones in their lockers.

He knows better than that.
He'd never get in a car with a stranger.

Of course not.

He's just been so angry with me.

I must've driven right past the guy.

I probably saw him.

It's Detective Sarah Linden. I need an
A.P.B. out on a missing 13-year-old.

Five two-and-a-half,

117 pounds,

brown hair, green eyes.

He knows he's gotta be here
at 3:30 on the dot.

I'll be out here if you need me.

You want to stay?

Wait for him?

I'm just gonna
go make a call.

You've reached Liz and-

Kayla-
And Davie.

We're not home,
so leave a message.

Holler at you later, habibi.

Hey, Liz.

Um-

I'm not gonna be able
to make it to the parade. Uh-

See, there's, uh-

There's this friend, and, uh...

she's in need, and-

It's kind of like
an emergency, you know.

Or...

it is an emergency.

And, Liz, this ain't like before,
all right? This is for real.

And you know I wouldn't have missed this
thing for anything in the world, but-

This- Uh-

I gotta see this through.

You know, she-

she needs me, you know?

And please tell little D.
that I'm-I'm comin' over later...

'cause I still got somethin'
for him, if that's okay.

Please call and tell me
if that's okay for me to come on by.

And-

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Thanks, Holder.

For being my ride.

Yeah, well-

It ain't no thing.

What time is it?
5:10.

You want to go inside?

He's not there.

Let's go.

Uh, go down Mantura. You'll hit a one-way.
Take a left.

And then avoid the bottleneck on Kennedy
in front of the Dunkin' Donuts.

You grow up around here?

Ninth grade to 11th.

Senior year in Beacon Hill,

middle school in Queen Anne,
before the yuppies moved in,

and six months in Northgate,
second grade.

They all foster homes?

You know
what the worst thing was?

Bedrooms.

Not knowing
where the window was.

The door, the light switch.

That damn thing was always
in a different place.

- What happened to your moms?
- She left when I was five.

I was a ward of the state
till I graduated high school.

No wonder
you ain't a pro.

At being a moms, I mean.

Wow. You're a real dick
sometimes, you know that?

What? I'm just saying you didn't
have the blueprint, you know?

It's like cats. If they don't
get raised by their moms,

they don't learn how
to bury their caca right.

It's true.

What? You want
a smoke or somethin'?

What?
He called you.

Jack. Two days ago.

Yeah, he was tryin' to reach you, but
you weren't pickin' up. So what?

And you didn't bother
to tell me?

He was wondering
if you boil hot dogs or fry 'em.

You weren't around. Regi wasn't around.
What's the big deal?

So he went to the vegetarian Jesus freak
for cooking advice?

Whatever. I picked up my phone.

Excuse me?
I picked up my phone.

- Stop the car.
- What?

I don't need you carting me around.
Let me out.

- Quit acting crazy.
- Stop the damn car!

Get in the car, Linden.

Come on. Get in the car.
You're an asshole!

Yeah, well, so are you.

You don't know anything
about me or my son or anything.

I know I don't.

Get in the car, Linden.

I'm sorry.

Please get
in the car.

Where to, boss?

What are we doin' here?

I used to bring him here
when he was little.

On weekends,
when I was off,

I would watch him go down that
slide over and over for hours.

There was this one night.

We got here late.
It was almost dark.

All the other kids had gone home,
and there was this song playing.

Somebody had brought
a radio out to the park.

What was that song?

I'

I got your love I got;

Some song that he loved.

We just started dancing.

There we were, the two of us,
dancing like fools,

not caring if anybody saw.

I don't know when that changed-

Jack being happy-

But he was.

I know he was that night right here.

My son was happy.

C.S. unit needed
down at 3012 Leverage Street.

Body of an unidentified Caucasian
male, 10 to 13 years of age.

Five foot three,
110 pounds, brown hair.

Coroner? en route.

We need
two more units on scene.

It's not him.

3012 Leverage Street. You
don't need to be there.

Go.

Where is he?
Detective Linden.

Where is he?
Catching detective?

Don't let her through! Don't
let- Get away from me!

Linden, st-

Let's get back to the car.
I just need to see him.

No, you don't need to see him.
Get off of me!

It's not him.
Get off!

It's not him.
Jack! Jack!

Damn you!

We've got an I.D. on John Doe.

Please stand by
for an I.D. on the victim.

We've got positive identification
on the victim...

as one Daniel McClintock.

M-C-C-L-I-N-T-O-C-K.

First' name Daniel. Address Is
549 Hastings Street, Aberdeen.

Parents en route. Stand by.

Let's go.

Kick his ass.

No doubt.

Yeah, Holder.

Hey, Holder, it's Bernstein.
Warrant's signed.

A.T. M. footage from the casino's
en route to your office.

I'll be there. Oh, yeah. Le!
Linden know, will ya?

She'll blow a gasket if she
thinks I ducked her on this.

Hear that. Yeah, I will.

All right. Later.
All right, thanks.

Bye.

I looked...
everywhere for you today.

You have no idea
what I went through.

Just tell me why.
Why what?

Why you've been lying to me.

I don't know.

Where were you today?

Promise you
won't get mad?

I was with Dad.

Yo, wait. Go back.

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