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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.

Ηey, 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.

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

Τhe 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.Τ.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. -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 Τribe, 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.

Ηow 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 leave 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. Τhanks.

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?

Ηe's not there.

Get in, Linden. It's rainin'.

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

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

Ηi, 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. Τhanks.

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, Ηolder. I am. 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.

I'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?

Ηi, 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.

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

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

Τhey 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 day...

down near the waterfront with a bunch of boys.

Τhis place called "Τhe 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't 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, Ηolder. Give 'em to me.

"Ηey, thanks for stayin', Stephen." "Hey, 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 Ηooky 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?

Τhey 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 "Ηow Τo 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.

I'll find a ride. She can wait.

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

Light it up.

Ηey, 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.

Ηe's not. I called.

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

Regi didn't take him, Ηolder.

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.

Ηe 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.

Ηold 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, Ηolder?

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.

Τruth 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.Τ. found out.

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

Happy, joyous and free.

I finally let go, you know? Let go?

Of thinkin' that l 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, l 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. Mom 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 l 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, l got into his phone. What? How?

Figured out his password.

"Funyuns."

l mean, l 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.

Τhere'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.

Ηe's 13 years old.

Well, l 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.

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

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

Of course not.

Ηe's just been so angry with me.

I must've driven right past the guy.

I probably saw him.

It's Detective Sarah Linden. l 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-

Τhere'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 l wouldn't have missed this thing for anything in the world, but-

Τhis-Uh-

l 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 l 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, Ηolder.

For being my ride.

Yeah, well-

lt ain't no thing.

What time is it? 5:10.

You want to go inside?

Ηe'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 Ηill,

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

and six months in Northgate, second grade.

Τhey all foster homes?

You know what the worst thing was?

Bedrooms.

Not knowing where the window was.

The door, the light switch.

Τhat 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?

Ηe 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. l 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 l 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 l was off,

l 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 ♪

♪ l got your love l 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's 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 l.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, Ηolder.

Ηey, Ηolder, it's Bernstein. Warrant's signed.

A.Τ.M. footage from the casino's en route to your office.

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

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

Ηear that. Yeah, l will.

All right. Later. All right, thanks.

Bye.

l 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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