"Are you a virgin?" "Why are you crying, little girl?" "You recognize the voice?" "Where did you get this?" "Goldie's apartment." "Sound like him to you?" "I don't know." "Did Kallie ever tell you about making tapes like these?" "I knew some kids who would do things like this, but... not Kallie." "She wouldn't do nothing like this ever." "Do you know where this place is?" "That hotel." "Queens whatever dump run by that crazy old bitch." " Mama Dips?" " Yeah." "I'll bring this downstairs to Tech, maybe run it through voice recognition, see if it's a match to Goldie." "What's up?" "That's my ring." "Gave it to her." "When?" "Three days ago." "Last time I saw her." "We're gonna need a search warrant." "I got the hook-up with the judge." "I'll call Skinner." "You think she's at Mama Dips'?" " You go home, Bullet." " Wait." "I'll be back, okay?" "Just wait here." "Remember me, Mama San?" "Now what?" "We got that search warrant you were asking about." "I don't give a damn what you got." "You could either give us the master key, or we're gonna kick in every door in this flophouse." "Get off of my property." "That's how you want to play it, baby?" "All right." "Go." "All right, move, move." "I didn't do anything, all right?" "!" "We checked the west end of the building." "We're moving on to the east side." "What are you looking at?" "Nothing." "Open that door." "Screw you." "No!" "Sit down!" "This is my property!" " Shut up!" " Shut up!" "What is that?" "It's coming from behind that wall." "Holder." "False panel. 3x04 Head Shots" "You're gonna be seeing a whole lot more of us now, my friend." "We're gonna be best buddies by the time we kill ya." "You're gonna have to work a whole lot harder next time, you want to get out of here." "Man wasn't trying to kill himself, you damn redneck." "Just showing he don't care about nothin' or no one." "He cut out that tattoo so y'all ain't got nothin' to hold over him." "No point of weakness." "Shut up, Hill." "Go back to bed." "Ah, hell, no." "Open 204!" "Free country." "I do what I like." "Ain't that right, Big Noise?" "Close 204!" "It's my legal obligation to make sure the state kills you." "That man like a champion gladiator." "You're just like Spartacus, ain't you?" "You Spartacus?" "Yeah, you Spartacus." "You be pretending like you don't like me, but I got you." "That's right." "It's her hotel where they film the porn tapes." "Goldie the pimp-- was that his voice on the tapes?" "The voice match was inconclusive." "It's a crap recording, so it's tough to match." "I don't think it's him." "Mm." "We do know that our missing girl, Kallie Leeds, was at the hotel the night she disappeared, making one of those tapes." "Did we positively ID the Leeds girl as one of our bodies?" "No." "Her mom says she isn't missing." "Do we have any of our confirmed dead girls on the porn tapes?" "All right, you and Holder, get in there and have a talk with Madam Dibs or whatever the hell her name is." "Holder can do it, and Reddick's en route, so maybe I just..." "sit this one out?" "Is there a problem?" "No." "'Course not." "Look, I don't care who does it." "Just get it done before she lawyers up." "Nothing I hate more than being woken up in the middle of the night for BS." "We already talked to grandma." "Watch wonder boy charm the bloomers off her." "He's getting pretty good at it." "Well, he's learning from a pro." "Finally." "Yep." "You said it." "You said you saw Kallie Leeds in the hotel parking lot that night." "You forgot to mention the Oscar-winning performance in the back room, though." "Those kids pay me 20 bucks to crash." "I don't ask what they're doing." "Yeah, that'll hold up." "Hidden panel, secret room, and you don't know nothin'?" "Yeah." "Who's Kallie Leeds' costar?" "Perv asking the questions?" "It was me." "You?" "So you're the man asking the questions." "I'm a heavy smoker." "So it's a one-woman operation, huh?" "You find the girls, you ask them questions, you film it-- you get off on it?" "That's right." "Why is that so hard to believe?" "I'm a modern woman." "I do it all." "Now, where's my soda?" "You promised you'd get me a soda." "Let her sit for a couple of days." "Maybe she'll have a change of heart." "But what if Kallie's still alive, being held out there somewhere?" "Then Goldie will lead us to her." "And in the meantime, we wait for that to happen?" "What if Goldie's not the killer?" "We just wait for the next girl to show up dead?" "In the meantime, get a warrant for Goldie's juvie records, your buddy, Judge Elliot, gets to court at 7:00." "You and me, we'll have a talk with him." "I think I'll go back to her mom and have a talk." "What's gonna change from yesterday?" "She's been a murder cop, what, six years?" "So what?" "She's good at it." "I've forgotten more convictions than she'll ever have." "Yeah, well, you're a lot-- a lot older." "Get off me." "You find Kallie?" "Go on." "Go on." "Live a little." "That's nasty." "Ain't you got any normal food around here?" "Like chips or something?" "Might as well be mainlining 8-ball with that stuff." "I don't do none of that." "My body's a temple." "Suit yourself, Bullet." "Man, you look like a rabbit." "Like some big, hairless, albino Bugs Bunny." "All right, I'm cool with that." "See, I like rabbits." "Bugs Bunny's the bomb." "You know rabbits got three eyelids and their teeth never stop growing?" "Yeah." "But they can't puke." "Don't got enough stomach muscles." "Damn." "How you know that?" "You watch the Discovery Channel?" "No." "I learned it in zoology class in my boarding school." "All right." "Anyway..." "I gotta jet." "You stay safe out there, you hear?" "Look, I gotta go to work." "I got three blow-dries back to back." "I told you Kallie's fine." "We're gonna need your daughter's dental records." "Yeah, well, good luck with that." "She's never been to no dentist." "Her teeth are perfect." "Your daughter's a prostitute." "Are you aware of that?" "It's just a phase." "She'll grow out of it." "I just started this new job, and the owner's a real prick, so" "Sit down." "Excuse me?" "I don't have to hear this in my own home." "Yeah, you do, actually." "Sit down." "I'm not done with you." "Are you a virgin?" "This is where your daughter was three days ago." "Why are you crying, little girl?" "Do you recognize his voice?" "Does your daughter have a pimp?" "Did she ever mention somebody named Goldie?" "Her friend Bullet said Kallie was on her way here the night she disappeared when she couldn't get a bed at the shelter." "Thought maybe she would crash at home." "What?" "I told her I had somebody coming over." "My boyfriend." "So she did come here that night?" "I locked the door, and she knocked... and I didn't answer." "So she went away." "Look, the last time that she was here, she stole $100, and I didn't see her for days, all right?" "So if we're done here, I-I got to go to work." "See you at the hotel, all right?" "Joaquin Phoenix didn't go to school." "I mean, he lived on the streets panhandling." "You know, and he lived free." "What are we doing here?" "I thought we were going to the office." "I need to talk." "I got bad news." "Your piss test came back dirty." "That's impossible!" "What can I say?" "The dye don't lie." "I've been totally clean, I swear!" "Look, I-- I can't go back to juvie." "I'm supposed to go to LA next month." "I got my headshots and my hair and everything." "I got plans!" "Come on, man." "You know I've been keeping clean, right?" "You kids." "You're all the same." "No sense of responsibility." "No sense of decency, or how your actions affect those around you." "Not that." "Get in the back." "Take your pants down." "No" "I don't do that." "I'm" " I'm not gay." "Neither am I." "Your antibiotic." "Doc says you got to take it twice a day or you're gonna get some kind of infection." "Come on, will you just take it?" "That's second-level shit right there." "Not a smart move, Seward." "You're not careful, you are gonna get an infection." "And you're gonna have pus coming out of your willie or some damn thing." "Shut it, Hill!" ""Pus coming out of your willie."" "What's he think you got, the clap?" "You right about them antibiotics, though." "I never take them myself." "They give you the runs." "I remember I had green pus coming out of my ear once." "They ass didn't want to give me no Q-tips, so I started digging." "You know how I know you're not innocent?" "It's because you never shut up about it." "It's quoting your transcript, talking about your lawyers going over your evidence, just on and on and on about how you're gaming the system." "Well, an innocent man doesn't need to game nothing because he knows the truth, and the truth is that we've all got a death sentence... whether you're innocent or guilty." "I don't know what the hell you're talking about, Spartacus." "See, it's the innocent man that gotta speak up because it's the only hope we got." ""Hope." Hope's the same as faith." "That bitch will kill you faster than this place will." "Off of dental records, we've gotten seven positive IDs so far." "The killer is not particular about the race of his victim." "The only consistencies are gender and age range." "Okay, you two got a connect between the porn tapes and our dead girls?" "We're still trying to ID the male voice on the tapes." "And although we haven't positively ID'd her body, our missing girl, Kallie Leeds, fits the profile of our known victims." "So the mother confirmed the daughter is missing." "No." "In fact, her mom saw her that night around 1:00 AM." "They locked her out of the house." "So, the girl is not missing." "She is, we believe." "She made one of those porn tapes the night she disappeared." "At the Queens Motel." "We got a bunch of pervs and the owner, Margery Dips." "We believe she's protecting the film-maker." "Unless you have specific charges beyond solicitation," "Lieutenant, my office suggests you cut your johns and junkies loose." "The DA's focusing on Dips." "She's the big fish." "Connect it to the kiddie porn." "Agreed." "Okay." "That pimp that we stimulated and let roam." "Sheldon "Goldie" Willis." "Has an impressive arrest history for pandering and statutory rape." "Just opened up his juvie records, and I'm liking him more and more." "Age 15 while attempting to rape an 11-year-old," "Goldie held a knife to her throat and threatened to cut her ear to ear if she moved." "Still got eyes on his residence?" "Been holed up for the last 24." "He's got to make a move eventually." "So far, we don't have any tangible connection between Goldie and our dead girls." "Besides the fact that they're hookers and he's a pimp?" "Okay, that's it." "I want shift reports around the clock, every 24 hours." "These are the screen grabs of all the girls from the porn tapes." "Sorry it took so long." "Any matches to our dead girls?" "No." "Sorry." "Thanks." "Hey, Holder, come here." "What do you think?" "Maybe." "Wait." "Yeah." "Same guy, same place, Queens Hotel." "Maybe Vice can help us ID him?" "It's gonna be tough." "Both this girl and Kallie were with him-- both are dead." "Until we got a body, Kallie Leeds ain't a victim." "Just heard from Nance." "Goldie's on the move." "Let's go." "You know how many rivers down the wall of my cell?" "322." "I know this because I count them all every single day." "Day in, day out." "It never changes." "I mean, this is what I do." "You know?" "You really are Spartacus." "How come you ain't got no ink?" "Ain't got no tats or nothin'." "You want to see my tattoos?" "This here's my Mexican mafia tattoo." "Black guerillas." "Ah, and this... my daddy gave me." "The day I was sentenced to Cedar Creek." "Adult gen pop." "I was 16." "He took a baseball bat to my head." "Beat the hell out of me." "Said his son wasn't ever gonna be a pussy." "I'd go in a man, and I'd stay a man till the day I died." "Yeah?" "And how is that working for you?" "Thought you were off the shiz." "Lyric know you're using her money for that?" "You oughta be sellin' your own ass if you're gonna use her scratch to get loaded." "Ain't your PO making you test?" "I ain't going back there." "Ever." "Ever." "What's wrong?" "Just leave me alone." "Yo, Twitch." "Twitch!" "Twitch, where you going?" "!" "Do you recognize this voice from any of your Vice jobs?" "This looks home-grown." "Most of the hard candy we find is a little more professional." "We're looking for a connection between the guy asking the question and the killer's vics." "We've got at least one, maybe two matches." "I don't" " I don't recognize any of these... films... and I've seen a lot of this amateur crap." "But this girl." "I know her." "Yeah?" "Tiffany something or other." "Picked her up last week for solicitation." "She's alive?" "And kicking." "So, what was his name-- the guy who made the video?" "I don't know." "That was a long time ago." "So, tell me what you do remember." "He was white." "Kind of short." "Nice enough, said I reminded him of Rihanna." "Where'd you meet him?" "On the street." "Like how I "meet" everyone else." "And what kind of car did he drive?" "I don't know." "What happened after you made the video with him?" "He let me stay in that motel room." "It was raining." "He bought us some Carl's Jr." "Let me have his fries." "Mama!" "It was nice." "Mama." "Mama." "Hey, baby." "Mama's coming." "He was one of the good ones." "Wait for him to come out." "Number 314, you got eyes on the suspect?" "Yeah, we got eyes on Goldie." "Over." "You don't have to be so hard on Linden, man." "She's not that bad." "Here's the thing." "Linden's never worked sex crimes, has no idea how these people think." "I teach the freakin' class on this." "You've given this an awful lot of thought, Carl." "Yeah, well..." "Got 23 years in this bureau." "She's been handling dead bodies for like a minute." "Want to put your career in her hands?" "What the hell you talking about?" "I'm not putting my career in anyone's hands." "There he is." "Who's that with him?" "It's a woman." "Suspect is leaving Yasler Terrace, heading east on Sherman." "He is not alone." "He's got an unidentified woman in the car." "He's headed to the dump site." "We need all available units in the West Seattle area." "Suspect is heading towards the retention pond off Grover Road." "He has an unidentified female in the vehicle." "Copy that." "What the hell is he doing?" "Yo!" "I got an official announcement." "My name is Goldie Willis." "This is my mom, and I'm the serial killer." "Goldie Willis ain't no pied piper, leading little girls to their death." "They're not even telling you about this other girl that's missing that could be in the hands of the real killer right now." " How old is she?" " How long has she been missing?" "Sorry, we don't have anything for you right now." "We don't have any comment." "This all goes back, of course, to the 17 girls who have been killed and the possibility another teen may now be missing and could be the latest victim..." "There you are." "What happened to you last night, baby?" "Yeah, I waited up for you." "You never even called." "Sure." "I can go tonight." "You should have seen Hill and Seward out there in the yard today yukking it up." "Regular A-hole buddies now." "Gonna have to think what I'm gonna do about that, 'cause I don't like it." "How'd it go with the medication?" "Yeah." "Fine." "No problem." "Good." "What's the matter with you?" "Nothing." "Double shift." "Just... psyching myself up to go home." "Donna keeps asking me questions about this place, and..." "I just don't want to talk about it." "Well, how about this?" "You come to my place, you get a beer." "I live three miles away." "Talk to Donna and the kid tomorrow." "No point in going home anyway." "Let's go." "I just need one more bag." "No, you don't." "Smurf says Nico's selling at Freeway Park." "Freeway park?" "You're not going to Freeway Park." "Hey, yo, watch it, dick!" "Hey!" "That's Tank's park." "He don't own the park." "He'll straight murder you, fool!" "Twit" " Twitch." "Damn it." "Lyric is probably waiting for you back at the hotel." "Let's just go back there, okay?" "Hey, yo, spare some change?" "No." "Get lost!" "Douchebag!" "Hey, hey." "Hey, you piss off, man!" "Just let it go." "Twitch." "I hope you like it spicy." "Frank loves his chili fierce." "Thank you." "Can't keep it in." "Finally a line change is in order." "Frank Jr., come on in here." "Have dinner with your dad." "I'm doing homework." "Frankie, get in here." "Finish the game." "Got an algebra test tomorrow, dad." "Kid's smart." "He gets A's in everything, not like the old man." "Going out for football next year." "Oh, yeah?" "I played high-school football." "I was a defensive tackle." "Well, you got the shoulders for it." "Annie." "Get me a couple beers." "Those are the last ones." "You know what?" "I got a half one." "I'm good." "What, are you kidding me?" "We're just getting started." "I got a couple cases in the garage." "I" " Really, I'm" "He never has anyone over." "Especially a Green Tag." "Yeah, well, I don't-- I don't mean to intrude." "No." "No, it's good for Frank Jr." "to see his dad laugh... occasionally." "I mean, well, you know how it is." "You guys are gone all the time, and then, you know, when you're home, it ain't much fun." "Yeah." "I know how that is." "And these double shifts" "I mean, they're hell on a marriage." "Most nights he's gone, I sleep right here on the couch." "I hate sleeping in that bed... alone." "Hey." "Don't fool me for a minute." "Seward didn't take his medication, did he?" "No." "I tried, but he-- he just wouldn't do it." "Twitch." "Twitch!" "Come on!" "Twitch!" "Hey, bitches, stay out of our park!" "Ain't your park, A-hole." "Punk-ass queers!" "Yo, who you calling a queer, bitch?" "Yo, you and your dog-faced midget!" "Yo, bite me!" "Screw you." "Twitch, turn and bail." "Come on, man, this is crazy." "Tank's gonna kill you." "Pussy." "You know what?" "Fine, get yourself killed!" "This here is my park!" "Twitch." "Twitch!" "These cops here, they've brought me in three times on bogus charges..." "You mind telling me what the hell happened out there?" "Following the suspect." "You let this clown hijack your investigation." "The public's panicking." "I've got the Mayor on my ass about finding some pied piper... who now has a nickname, thanks to your pimp." "Loo, it was your idea to cut him loose." "I thought it was a good idea." "At least now the scumbag's behind bars." "Yeah." "You, you have any good news for me?" "No." "Swell." "Chief." "This is just... great." "Great." "I just talked to this girl, Tiffany, who was one of the porn actors." "She's alive, huh?" "There goes your "find the porn maker, find the killer" theory." "She says she can't remember the film-maker, but I don't buy it." "I'm pretty sure they had some sort of relationship, and I want to know who he is." "But he didn't kill her." "What's your theory about that?" "I got a feeling my girl knows more than she's saying." "I want to have another go at her, and I could use your help." "For God's sake." "You know what?" "You should go over that list of johns arrested for beating up prostitutes." "See if any of them has any connections to medical facilities." "That'd be a better use of your time, wouldn't it?" "Carl, why are you still here?" "What?" "What are you doing here?" "I mean, really." "Haven't you ever wondered why you never made sergeant?" "I'll tell you why." "Because 23 years of experience, and all you are is in the way." "I'm talking to Skinner about her." "She's going 5150 on us." "Yo, Linden." "I'm coming with you." "But I'm driving." "Twitch?" "Oh, my God." "What happened?" "Dickhead went lookin' to score in Freeway Park." "Got his ass kicked." "Look at me." "I can't go to LA like this." "Such a joke." "You know what I'm gonna do?" "I'm" " I'm gonna go to the drugstore and get some stuff... to put on that... cut." "And... then I'll get some ice from the liquor store and some band-aids... and some popsicles." "Popsicles?" "For your lip." "They'll make you feel better, baby." "I don't like orange." "Okay." "Then strawberry." "They always got strawberry." "It's gonna be okay, baby." "I told you, I don't remember his name." "Look at this girl." "Janice Gibbs." "14 years old." "Had her head nearly cut off." "And-- and Marla Ritter." "17 years old." "Just had a baby when he drug her out to the field and raped her." "What you want me to do about it?" "Each one of these girls sat in that hotel room, answered those same questions, and then was given a happy meal, just like you were." "That's what men like this do." "They make you think that you're special, that you're the only one, but it's not true." "Get out of my house." "It's too bad you grew up, got old and pregnant." "What would he think if he saw you now?" "What that grown man did to you... it's not right." "Taking that from a kid." "He didn't take anything from me!" "He fed you." "Said you were pretty." "I was." "Still are." "I mean, look at you." "You got it going on, girl." "Any man who would want to dump you because you grew up into a fine young woman... is crazy." "Why would you want to protect a man like that?" "The man says if you want to be happy, free your heart from hatred and free your mind from worry." "Like that's gonna work." "I mean, it does for me." "Every time I get a janky-ass thought," "I just think about something else." "Like what?" "Like, I name all 50 states and try to find one that make me feel good." "Detroit." "My dad took me to a club there once, and I heard James Brown." "Man was like 70 years old but could do a back flip, drop into the splits, and come up singing." "Detroit's not a state." "That's not the point." "Time to take your medication, convict." "Attaboy." "Open 209." "What's up, man?" "Take the pill." "Be trippin', man." "Hey, man, don't take that pill." "Okay." "Take your damn pill." "Screw them, man." "Don't even take that pill." "It's up to you, convict." "I got nowhere to go." "Aah!" "Like I said," "I got nowhere to go." "I knew you'd see it my way." "Put him back in 209." "I could have taken more." "You didn't have to give in." "You let them win." "They won a long time ago." "Joe Mills." "Joseph." "So, what'd you say to Carl, anyway?" "Nothing." "He's gonna hate you." "Not as much as he hates you." "I can't guarantee you're gonna make sergeant by working with me." "What makes you think I need your help?" "I hate to say it, Linden, but so far, none of this porn stuff seems to lead back to Trisha Seward." "I know." "If Seward didn't kill his wife, we're running out of time to prove it." "How we doing on Mills?" "Searching." "What's up with that ADA anyway?" "You two a thing?" "You jealous?" "Son of a bitch!" "Mills?" "We took him in last night at Hotel Mama's." "Cut him loose six hours ago."