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Point of origin is 186 centimeters
from the wall.

After consulting the surgeon,
it was determined that

the bullet struck Kyle Stansbury's
head at a negative 17-degree angle,

and exited with a negative
28-degree trajectory.

Based on the position
of the victim's body,

our ballistics test indicate
that the point of impact

between the bullet and the victim
was 106 centimeters from the ground.

About three and a half feet.

So Kyle was on his
knees when he got shot?

Very likely.

- Execution style.
- Or he was on his knees

because he was sorry about what he
did and was about to off himself.

There were two guns.

The army of one could've
ditched the other Nina

before he came to his senses.

The SID report said that there were no
GSR traces on either hand of the victim.

Um... Uh...

Is that, um, consistent with other
suicides you've dealt with before?

It's not uncommon.

The hand closest to the
9-millimeter was in a pool of blood.

Any gunshot residue could
have been contaminated.

Scientifically speaking, Doc, did he
off himself or did someone else do it?

Our ballistics tests were not able
to positively determine the distance

from which the gun was fired, so it
could be either a homicide or a suicide.

For real?

You got all this fancy-ass sci-fi
shit and that's all you can tell me?

We're dealing with a very scientifically
unique situation here, Detective.

Jesus Christ, Linden.

You gotta keep it together.

At least in public.

Bethany showed up at my house
last night looking for her dad.

I told her I didn't know where
he was, but she didn't believe me.

So what?

She's just some stupid kid
whose parents have got problems.

- Nobody's gonna believe her.
- She knows I'm lying.

She's not gonna give up.

Calm down.

Calm down.

We're good. Okay? Trust me.

Linden. Linden.

Ten-hut!

At ease, cadets. Have a seat.

By now, you're all well
aware that a tragic event

has befallen your fellow
cadet, Kyle Stansbury,

and his family.

Today, Cadet Stansbury will be
rejoining us here at St. George's.

On this campus, we are a family.

What happens to one of
us happens to all of us.

And as a family,
we will all move forward.

I expect all of you to help your
brother reacclimate to life here,

and grant him the respect he
deserves in the wake of this tragedy.

Yes, cadet?

Ma'am, didn't he do it, ma'am?

Let me make this clear

because I will not repeat myself.

Any stories or rumors you've heard

about cadet Stansbury's involvement
in this incident have no merit.

Civilians outside these walls

ground their lives in
presumption and supposition,

instead of discipline and purpose.

But at St. George's,

we hold ourselves to a higher standard.

We live our lives according
to a code of truth,

duty, honor and integrity.

Make no mistake, cadets.

Anyone who defies my orders will be
dealt with in the most severe fashion.

There is now a new
zero-tolerance policy in effect

at St. George's.

Is my message clear?

Ma'am, yes, ma'am!

Battalion, all rise for vespers.

Ten-hut.

Jesus Christ, man.

You're even more of a fucking freak now.

You seriously don't remember
shit from that night?

It's okay, buddy.

Amnesia's a bitch.

Heard your little sis took
it right in the face, though.

Too bad.

She was gonna be one fine
piece of pussy one day.

911, what's your emergency?

I heard gunshots, six or seven of them.

They're coming from the Stansbury house.

- Sir, do you have an address?
- Yes, I do.

They reside at 8327 Ferndell Lane.

Emmet Deschler, neighbor.

He sounds so calm, like he's ordering
takeout instead of calling in a...

shooting.

Those ballistics reports
are inconclusive. Let it go.

We can't charge Kyle, and you know it.

Religion's inconclusive.

Don't stop five billion people
believing what they believe.

God is not the DA.

So let's just do our job
and go talk to this neighbor.

Right now, he is the only lead we have.

What the hell are you guys doing
in here, playing Deer Hunter?

Case of Rolling Rock says
Linden blows her head off first.

Let's go.

One shot, Linden. One shot.

Yo, Holder, do me a solid, will you?

Take these Pied Piper case
files home to your girlfriend.

I don't wanna schlep my ass all
the way over to city hall again.

Yeah.

Sure.

- Oh, I got my hands full.
- Oh, that's funny.

- Shit.
- Asshole.

That's premium roast,
you prick. You owe me.

Yeah, it is. It is.

Fucker.

Jesus Christ.

Ah...

How long have you been neighbors
with the Stansburys, Mr. Deschler?

I moved back about 10 years ago
to look after my ailing mother.

She passed a few years later
and I inherited the house.

You can see the Stansbury house from
here. Do you know the family well?

I was introduced to them
years ago by my mother.

But other than seeing them at the market
on occasion, no, I didn't know them.

I generally eschew formal
engagements and social gatherings.

Yeah, you look like you haven't
flown the coop in a while.

By nature,
artists are sometimes invalids.

My home is my camera obscura.

So I'm not gonna find a Velvet
Elvis hanging anywhere around here?

No. I believe that pain
and suffering is true art.

A physical replication,
regardless of medium.

Is that right?

Happiness creates a laziness
which allows us to forget.

But pain teaches us a lesson
which forces us to grow.

On the night of the murders

can you describe to me what you were
doing immediately before you dialed 911?

I already spoke to the other officers.

They appeared to be
writing down my words.

They did. I'd like to hear it from
you in case they missed something.

I was sitting right here,
looking out the window.

And I was startled by half
a dozen or so loud bangs.

Like someone was hunting.

For someone who was startled, you
sounded very calm on the phone.

Do that a lot? Just sit there and stare
out at nothing at 5:00 in the morning?

It's not nothing.

It's beautiful.

She said so herself.
I assume you meant it.

That's still a long way
to hear a 9-millimeter.

It's not exactly a hand cannon.

It's very quiet around here.

Any kind of loud noise echoes
and carries across the water,

especially at night.

You told the 911 operator that the shots
were coming from the Stansbury house.

How could you be so sure?

Theirs was the only light on.

In your statement, you never mentioned
the lights were on in the house.

They never asked.

And the lights weren't on in the
house. They were on in the beach house.

That's where I assumed
the shots were coming from.

I never come out here.

Mr. Stansbury is very specific.
I don't clean the beach house.

- Did he say why?
- No.

And I don't ask.

You afraid of him?

No.

They always paid me on time.

There's just nothing for me to do.

The house is always clean.

Top to bottom.

With three kids you always
see a mess. Not the Stansburys.

Nothing was out of place, ever.

It's like nobody lived here.

- Only ghosts.
- Thank you.

- Unis did a sweep?
- Cursory. Nothing to write home about.

What do you think?

I think Boo Radley over there

is one sunny day away
from cutting his ear off.

No forced entry, locked from the inside.

If somebody was here, they had a key.

That guy's a fucking weirdo.
Let's run a check on him.

We'll call SID to have
them dust for prints.

Maybe there was a motion sensor
that went off or something.

Boom, boom.

- Welcome back, cadet.
- Thank you, ma'am.

There were no complications
with your release from the hospital?

- No, ma'am.
- Good.

Now that you're back on campus,
focus could be on the future.

As your legal guardian, I'm
prepared to take the necessary steps

to ensure your full recovery.

Your class schedule
will remain the same.

You will be excused from any kind of PT.

And your new living quarters
will be located in the infirmary

where a nurse will be on duty.

You will be meeting with
a psychologist once a week.

With all due respect, ma'am, I
prefer to return to the barracks.

I don't need to speak to a psychologist.

That stuff's 90 percent bullshit,
anyways.

Excuse me, cadet?

I'm not a victim. I don't
wanna be treated like one.

I don't know how much you remember
about your time here, cadet.

But you didn't fit in.

Boys can be the cruelest animals
and they will cut you no slack now.

I recall what it was like

but it will be worse for me if you
turn me into a charity case, ma'am.

Do you remember the
night of the murders?

No.

I spent every moment in
the hospital trying to.

They say it's better if I don't.

You could be right.

Ahem. The academy has made arrangements

for funeral services to
take place on Wednesday.

I'd like to see them before
then, ma'am, say my goodbyes.

I'm sorry, that's not possible.

They were shot at close range.
It's a closed casket service.

I'm sorry. I thought
you were aware of that.

Then like you said, ma'am, it's even
more critical that I focus on my future,

and be treated the same
as any other cadet.

You'll return to the barracks.

Don't make me regret my decision.

I won't, ma'am.

Dismissed.

Maybe Little Miss Perfect
was sneaking out at night.

Hitting the clubs

and then she stashed her party clothes
down at the beach house

so papa wouldn't find them.

That doesn't seem like her style.

What the hell do you
know about style, Linden?

Thought you shopped at
Ross Dress for Less?

At least I don't get my
clothes at the Goodwill.

Hey, you find anything you like
in there, you take it for a spin.

Extreme Makeover, Linden Edition.

These styles don't match.

Not the sizes, either.

One's a little country,
one's a little rock 'n' roll.

- You?
- No.

Phoebe's a four, these are an eight.

What about the mom's?

No, she's the same size as her daughter.

These clothes belong to somebody else.

I'm gonna run these down to SID.

Have them run a print
on the bag and the belt.

Hey, take a look at these.

What the fuck?

Miss Model Citizen ain't all discipline.

Yeah, she's posing for these.

Did you find anything at
the Stansbury's beach house?

No, but we found these in
Phoebe Stansbury's room.

She kept them.

I knew she loved them. I knew it.

Is someone in the house, Mr.
Deschler? You need to come with us.

You don't understand. Phoebe and I,
we had a special relationship.

- Down on your knees.
- Down on your knees!

Put your hands behind your neck.
Behind your neck.

You don't understand.
Those photos, they were special.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Keep him down here!

- Can't go up there!
- Shut up!

Shut your mouth.

Shut up!

- I know my rights, and you can't...
- Shut the fuck up.

You don't understand.
Phoebe and I, we had a connection.

You don't understand.
She wanted to be seen...

Shut the fuck up!

Holder!

No, no.

No, she's mine, not yours! She's mine!

Holy shit.

What the fuck you two
faggots laughing at?

Tommy finger-blasted Jenny Becker
in the Sonic bathroom Saturday night.

No fucking way.

Whoa! Little Tommy getting
to be quite the man.

Way to get your name in the
box score, bud. Good job.

Oh, shit. Everyone, look.

Carrie got her period.

- Oh, shit.
- Look, Stansbury's he's bleeding.

What a pussy.

Need a tampon to plug up
your slash, little girl?

- The bitch is on heavy flow this month.
- Get him a maxi pad.

- The little baby's gonna cry.
- That's enough!

What, you think that's funny, huh?

Finish up your business
and get out of here.

Maintain the pressure, all right?

Clean yourself up. I'll let the
infirmary know you're on your way.

As I said, I'm more than happy
to assist in your investigation.

But I need to be present for any
conversations you have with my students.

Fine. As long as you understand
that in the event we go to court,

I may need to subpoena you as a witness.

Understood.

Enter.

Cadet Stansbury reporting
as ordered, ma'am.

The detectives would like to
ask you some further questions.

Ma'am.

Sir, ma'am.

Take a seat, cadet.

How are you feeling, Kyle?

Much better, thank you, ma'am.

Good.

Do you know if anyone was
staying in the beach house?

Friend, or guest of the family, maybe?

No, ma'am, I do not.

So you never had some sweet,
little thing over for some

late night Marco Polo?

- No, I did not, sir.
- You've had a traumatic experience.

Memories get buried
and need to be dug out.

So just try to think, Kyle.

I do not know if anyone was
staying in that beach house.

You got your answer. Is there
more you need, Detectives?

What was your relationship
like with your sister?

- Nadine?
- No. Your other sister, Phoebe.

She was fine. We were fine. Why?

- What are you doing?
- This is part of our investigation.

We found these pictures
in your sister's bedroom.

Do you know the man who lives across the
lake from your house, Emmett Deschler?

- No.
- I think that's enough, Detectives.

We're just getting answers.

You've got them, so we're done here.

- You knew about this?
- Cadet, you're dismissed.

No, please.

We're trying to help. If you know
anything about Emmett Deschler,

- anything at all...
- Cadet.

I didn't know there were pictures.
Um...

I saw Phoebe one night, she was standing
in front of her window like that,

and I told her that anybody
could see inside her room

but it was like she wanted to be seen.

Did you tell anyone?

Heh. My parents. They didn't believe me.

Phoebe was their favorite. You
know, she couldn't do anything wrong.

Not like me.

After I told on her,
she cut the piano wires.

They didn't even get
mad at her for that.

Piano was yours?

Yeah. I should've just shut up.
I should've... I should've known.

My parents didn't believe anything I
said. They didn't care about me, so...

Did Emmett have a
relationship with your sister?

I don't know.

I'm feeling a little sick.

Cadet Stansbury needs to get
some rest. We're done here.

Cadet, you're dismissed.

He didn't do it.

Do you believe that now?

I don't care. I'm his daughter.
I need to talk to him.

There must be something you can do.

I'm sorry. Lieutenant Skinner
isn't here.

- I can't help you.
- I got this, Mike.

Bethany, how's it going? You okay?

Detective Reddick, I
can't find my dad anywhere.

I keep texting and calling, but he
hasn't texted me back in two weeks.

- Doesn't make sense.
- Have you talked to your mom?

She doesn't care. She's
basically glad he's gone.

How long has it been
since you've seen your dad?

Like, two weeks.

He's with that bitch, his old partner.

- Linden?
- She's lying,

she knows where my dad is.

I'm sure he's fine, sweetie.

Nothing to worry about.

But tell you what...

I'll make a couple of
calls, see what I can do.

Come on.

Come on, I'll give you a ride home.

Linden.

Yeah.

That's it?

All right, just put a copy
of his statement on my desk.

Deschler lawyered up and provided an
alibi for the night of the murders.

He's got time-stamped photos
he took of the Stansbury house

right up until he dialed 911.

Guess he was looking for
Phoebe in her window, and then

called it in when he realized
the flashes of light were gunfire.

Maybe those photos are
something we can go on.

No. They said there's a
couple muzzle flashes visible,

but otherwise the house was
too dark to see anything.

The kid's still our best suspect.

He could be playing us.

I'm just saying.

Convenient that he didn't tell
us about his fucked-up family.

No one talks about family
secrets and you know it.

They just stay screwed up.

Not everyone messes up their kids.

You know, it's a choice how you act.

A uni said Emmett had a couple
of years' worth of photos.

Let's go through them and see
if there's anything we can pull.

Have to do it manana.

They'll still be dead tomorrow, Linden.

What's the matter?

You afraid to be alone or something?

We got a problem.

You know how I love breasts and thighs.

Just pick whichever one is smallest.

They're both way more than enough.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Your family have any
restrictions I need to know about?

They need some dietary restrictions.

My sis and her kid, they only eat
foods that got the word "fried",

"finger," "strip" or "stick" in it.

Need some probiotics to clean them out.

Staying up late, watching
the Oxygen Network again?

Yes.

The baby needs some building blocks.

From now on, it's just
raw milk, fresh greens.

You're gonna start craving
things that are white.

Mm. Like you?

Hell, yeah.

Better fucking believe it.

No, but seriously, like potatoes,
cottage cheese, tapioca, cocktail onions.

Babe, why don't you get some
of the Cap'n Crunch you like?

No.

No. I'm only eating what you're eating.

I'm pregnant too.

Okay, you're really cute.

But it's still super early and
I know you love your cereal.

Well, he is the captain and
everything. You know, he can pull rank.

So he knows crunch berries
make me a better crime fighter.

Help me.

Help me.

Kyle, help me.

Please.

Kyle.

Help me.

Nadine?

Please, help me.

Kyle.

Nadine?

- Kyle.
- Nadine.

Kyle, please, help me.

I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.

Oh, man.

Oh, Kyle.

I'm sorry.
We're just having a little fun.

You understand, right?

Hey.

How's your dead sister, by the way?

- What are you doing?
- Whoa.

We're just messing around, AJ.

- Why don't you chill the fuck out?
- Don't move.

Apologize to Cadet Stansbury.

Why don't you get the
fuck out of my face, sir?

- Wait, no!
- Strike him, cadet.

- What the fuck...?
- Strike him, now.

- Get the fuck off me!
- Hit him, goddammit!

- Hit him, that's an order!
- Get the fuck off me!

Again!

- Again!
- Run!

Again! Again!

Let him go! He's had enough!

That's enough, that's enough.
Easy, easy.

Easy.

Your gun.

You didn't think we'd
forget, did you, Sarah?

Your request for a new sidearm.
After your last one was stolen.

Try and be more careful next
time, will you, Detective?

- Yeah, thanks.
- Thanks.

Hot off the press.

Lab pulled a print from my bag.

Our mystery lady is one Katrina Nelson.

She was at the hospital.

Not the only place she was at.

Got latents not only in the beach
house but all over the main house.

Living room, dining room,
kitchen, master bed, master bath.

She got around.

Unis are following up on
her last known address,

but the landlady said
she took off last October.

Getting ESD to check in
on her last employment,

but so far, it's nothing.

She's got priors last three years.

Petty theft, robbery, vandalism.

Keep reading. It gets better.

Aggravated assault charges filed
against her on October 9th of last year.

"DA dropped charges shortly thereafter

citing lack of cooperation from
the victim, Philip Stansbury."

She assaulted him,

and he let her off scot-free.

Wonder why.

Keep icing it.

If anybody asks, you got cracked
by your rifle during drills.

Why are you being cool to me now?

You never were before.

Because that psycho Lincoln deserves it.

I thought you lost all
your memory, cadet.

No. Just from that night.

You were a pussy before.

Maybe you're growing a pair now.

Ten-hut.

At assembly, I said that
certain practices would cease.

Was I unclear, cadet?

No, ma'am.

What happened to your face, cadet?

I fell in the shower, ma'am.

You need to be more
careful next time, cadet.

Yes, ma'am.

In any battalion, you are one.

You all have the same strengths.

You all have the same weaknesses.

What happens to one of
you happens to all of you.

One of you disobeys my orders,
all of you disobey my orders.

You didn't have those bruises on
your hand yesterday morning, cadet.

I lost control of my
rifle during drills, ma'am.

I gave you your chance.

And you've chosen to make
an example of yourself.

And of everyone else.

Cadet Fielding, have your
battalion assembled in full ACUs

on the north field at 0700.

Yes, ma'am.

You heard the colonel, let's go!

Right wheel!

Right wheel!

Tighten the formation!

Battalion, halt!

Rifles down!

What the hell is that, cadets?

You call that a formation?

That was an embarrassment. Get
it together, you pieces of shit.

We're gonna do it until we get it right.

Adopt the push-up position.

Now!

Down!

Half way!

Down! Up!

Half way!

Up!

Down!

What is your problem?

You have a problem with me, cadet?

Get down! Up!

Half way!

Down!

Up! Half way!

Down!

Up!

Down!

Got something for me, homes?

I don't gotta talk to you, pig.

You do now. Probable cause.

Decriminalized, bitch.

No, not that.

- That.
- What?

This, dumbass.

You got papers for this?

Yo, what you hassling me for, man?

You Logic?

No, that ain't me.

I heard that dude won the mega millions.

Moved to Minneapolis or something.

Asshole. You're on the
SPD payroll as a CI, right?

Keep it down, all right? Jesus.

You talk to some cops, male-female duo,
a couple weeks ago about a missing kid?

No, I ain't snitched to
5-0 in, like, forever.

That's a long time, be specific.

I don't know, maybe four,
five months at least.

You didn't talk to anybody?

Lady cop.

Redhead.

Sure you weren't just tweaked
out of your mind and forgot?

No, I quit that poison way back when.

This? I need this for my
pain management.

- No shit.
- Shit.

This is like Flintstones chewables.

I'm only keeping this. You're welcome.

Yo.

You guys still handing
out scratch to snitches?

Possible.

Gotta get me something good.

Kyle.

In case you don't remember,
stay away from the beans.

They'll give you the runs.

You did real good today.

I'm proud of you.

Really? I thought, I don't know,

I kind of thought I messed
up. Everybody's pissed at me.

You showed loyalty to the
unit, that's all that matters.

Colonel Rayne would have punished
us way more if you'd ratted.

Thanks, sir.

You can call me by my name.

Okay.

They have a cop car outside the gates.

Saw it today during drills.

What's up with that?

They think whoever did that to my
family is gonna come back for me.

Some doughnut-eating cop
isn't gonna stop anybody.

We will.

No one's hurting one
of our own. Understand?

Yes, sir, AJ.

Close ranks, boys, we got
some unfriendlies approaching.

Kyle, we need to talk to you.

- I'm eating dinner.
- It can't wait.

I already told you everything
I know. Get off my back.

Ma'am, regulations state you're not
permitted in here without an escort.

Slow your roll there, Captain America.

You don't wanna take any
friendly fire now, do you?

You wanna talk here?

It's fine. You got those photos?

We'll make a whole collage
of Phoebe here on the table.

Is that what you want?

Or we can go talk in the hall.

It's your call, Kyle.

You know this girl?

- You sure? Take another look.
- I don't know who that is.

I insist you follow regulations or
I'll be obligated to call security.

Ten-hut.

That'll be enough, Cadet Fielding.

- What are you doing here?
- You weren't in your office.

I don't have time to conduct my
investigation around your schedule.

That badge may work outside these walls,

but in here, we have a
different set of rules.

That's clear.

I know women like you.

You think by defying authority,
you can get the respect you crave

from your male colleagues.

That's not the way it works,
Detective. Not in here, and not with me.

You don't know anything about me.

And I'm not defying your authority.

- I'm doing my job.
- So am I.

I have already repeated myself once,
which is once more than I ever do.

You come here again,

and you talk with any of my
students without my permission,

and I will go to the deputy commissioner
and file a formal complaint.

All right, let's go, Linden. Come on.

Let's go.

As you were.

Kid's lying.

He knows something.

He probably knows Kat.
They could've done it together.

Don't ever do that again.

I was helping you out, Linden.

You can't always be going at 11.

Now we got her right where we want her.

It's like with lions.

Now, when you tame them, you
gotta put them on a pedestal.

Let them think they're dominant,
that they got the upper hand.

Now, they feel safe up there,
feared, like, the alpha dog.

You make them believe that
they're looking down on you,

when all eyes are actually on them,

and you're the one
who's really in control.

Trust me, Linden. It went good.

Stop worrying about Bethany.

Linden.

Have you talked to Skinner lately?

No. Why?

His daughter's worried.

She thinks something happened to him.

She's real broke up
over Daddy going AWOL.

Figured I'd ask you.

Yeah, I don't know.

You know how kids can be though.

I do, I do. I have a daughter of my own.

But I wanted to help Bethany out, so I

I checked Skinner's phone records.

He hasn't made a call since
that night Adrian went missing.

His last call was to you.

Thought your phone was dead that night.

You said you and Skinner were
shaking down Cis near Adrian's school.

I checked around.

Funny thing, nobody
remembers speaking with you.

We were having an affair.

I ended his marriage, wrecked his
family, he moved out on his child.

You wanna know more than
that, then talk to him.

Otherwise stay the fuck out of my face.

I needed to see you.

I tried at the hospital,
but there were cops around.

No, don't.

Do you remember what happened?

The last thing I remember
I was here in my room.

Then I was in the hospital.

Oh, okay.

You're okay.

That's all that matters.

The police came asking about you.

I didn't tell them anything.

They got what they deserved.