Insomnia

There's just nothing down there.

I haven't seen a building in 20 minutes.

- Look at that. - We're not on vacation, Hap.

Cheer up, will you?

- Tell that to her, partner. - Better hang on, guys.

It's going to get rough again.

There goes my lunch.

Detective Eckhart. I'm Detective Ellie Burr.

Let me help.

"Halibut-fishing capital of the world." OK.

Detective Dormer, it's an honour.

I'm Detective Ellie Burr. Welcome to Nightmute. The car's right here.

It's... incredible to be working with you, Detective Dormer.

I've followed all your cases: Dineli, Prud'homme,

the Ocean Park shootings,

and especially the Leland Street murders.

Is that where Ronald Langley cut you

in the basement of number 325?

You certainly did your homework, Detective.

The Leland Street murders was my case study at the academy.

I'm going to take you guys over to the lodge and...

No, just take us to the station.

Right. We need to get started.

Most homicides are solved by work done in the first 72 hours.

Well, it's 48 hours. We're a day behind.

But who's counting?

- Come in. - Put you behind a desk, huh?

Charlie Bubbles. How you doing?

I haven't seen you boys since...

- Hey. - I don't know. Seven years?

- Eight years. - Seven years! I am old.

Ellie, get everyone over. I'll show you off.

- Nice kid. - Loves the job.

Yeah.

When I called Buck for advice

I never actually expected he'd send you guys up here.

Some bullshit going on down there with Internal Affairs?

- They're moving in. - Come on. It's nothing.

It's the usual crap. Buck just figured you could use help.

Those fuckers are wading through files looking for headlines...

It's going to blow over.

- Message from a guy named Warfield. - IA's pit bull.

He wants to be posted on your movements.

It's a bit more straightforward up here.

Good guys, bad guys, but less public relations.

It's simple.

Except for this.

Ahem! OK. So...

Detectives Dormer and Eckhart, on loan from Los Angeles Robbery and Homicide.

- Helping with the Connell case. - Helping?

We're lucky. Anything they want to see, show them.

Any place they want to go, take them.

Fred Duggar has been heading the inquiry.

- Hello Fred. - Pleasure.

- You right on it? - Want to see what we got?

- Yeah. First, the body. - You got the report?

- I want to see the body for myself. - OK.

She died of brain-stem herniation due to intercerebral haemorrhage.

Beaten to death.

- These contusions? - Superficial.

Most of the trauma was to her face and the top of her neck.

- Any signs of rape? - No.

This one covers an older bruise.

There's an older one here too.

- They're both in the report. - He washed her hair.

Scrubbed her nails.

It's all in the report.

Doesn't say that he clipped them too.

- She may have done it herself. - No.

No polish on the ends of the nails.

She painted them herself. Someone else cut them shorter.

Toes too.

- Naked when found? - Yeah. Last seen in a red paisley dress.

No fibres, flakes, hairs?

We know about forensics work. The body gave us nothing.

Oh, she gave us plenty.

All this trouble, all this care. Why?

He knew her.

He knows we can connect him to her.

This isn't some random psycho? A crime of passion?

Maybe.

But whatever happened, his reaction wasn't passionate...

He didn't panic, he didn't chop her up or burn her.

He just thought about what we would be looking for

and then calmly removed all those traces.

No haste. No rush.

Why would he clip the nails after scrubbing them?

Manipulating the body? Prolonging the moment?

No mutilation.

- Not this time. - You think there's been others?

No.

But there's going to be.

This guy... he crossed a line and he didn't even blink.

You don't come back from that.

OK. Let's go find out who Kay was.

Fred said not to touch anything, so I haven't tidied up.

She hates it when I go into her room, anyway.

Thank you, Mrs Connell.

So she went to a party Friday night?

Well, not exactly a party.

It's a local dive where the kids hang out.

- No diary? - We didn't find one.

But her mom said she keeps a journal.

She argued with her boyfriend Friday.

She stormed off just after midnight.

She did, huh?

This is interesting.

- Who is this? - Tanya Francke.

Kay's best friend.

I want to talk to her.

Who is Kay Connell? Who is she?

Was she popular or was she a loner?

Did she like this town?

Did she want a boat first chance she got?

Did she have dreams?

She knew this guy. We know her, maybe we can know him.

This is designer. This is expensive.

- The boyfriend, Randy. - Randy Stetson.

- He could afford it? - Still in high school.

- Well, her mother didn't buy it! - What do we think?

Oh, I don't know. A stepfather? Any rich uncles?

No.

An admirer.

Yeah.

I want to meet the boyfriend.

- I can get him to the station. - No. I'll go to the school.

In his class. Pull him out from his friends.

Catch him off-guard. I want to get people talking.

So how far away is the school?

Ahem!

It's ten o'clock.

- You bet. - At night.

When does it get dark around here?

It doesn't.

Not this time of year.

Yeah, I heard about that. How come you didn't know, Hap?

- Lower 48. - Lower 48?

You're not from here. I can tell by your walk.

- How's that? - Unsure.

Dormer and Eckhart. We have a reservation.

Don't be fooled by his frivolous demeanour. He's all business.

- Your restaurant still serving? - Yeah. About to close, though.

We'll be quick. Thank you.

Thanks.

We got the halibut Calabrese, we got the halibut Olympian.

- Keep going. - Or the Cajun style.

I can't wait to see what they got for dessert.

The natives are getting restless.

- We got to talk. - No we don't.

- We just sit tight? - Nothing's changed.

No? What the fuck do you think we're doing

in the halibut-fishing capital of the world, Will?

Buck figured Charlie could use the help.

Buck figured IA would be coming to me next. And he was right.

Warfield had me in his office for three hours yesterday, Will.

Hap. He's rattling your cage. That's all.

Me and Trish talked it through.

And I'm sorry, but... I got to cut a deal.

Don't even say this shit to me.

You're not going to be involved.

Of course I am.

With your reputation you're safe.

My reputation's the whole problem!

You think Warfield gives a flying fuck

about you shaking down a couple of drug dealers?

You think that'll get him his headlines?

He needs the big fish.

He's putting the squeeze on you to get to me. It's simple.

But you're clean, Will.

I'm a good cop, but there's always something they can use

to get at your credibility, you know that.

Have you any idea what this is going to do?

Just think about all my cases.

All the cases depended on my word, my judgment.

All those fuckers back on the street.

- That's what you're doing. - Bull. They got nothing on you.

Dobbs.

- What about Dobbs? - That's different.

Even Warfield doesn't want shit like Dobbs on the street.

It's a house of cards, man.

Once it starts, it's just going to tumble. All of it.

It's a chance I got to take, pal.

- I got family. - Don't give me that shit.

Warfield made it clear. I get probation...

We're cops, man. This is not about us.

This is about all the people who depend on us.

People with families.

I spent my life doing this. My life.

You're going to destroy it.

Like that. Why? Why?

So some IA prick gets one step closer to being chief of police

or playing golf with the mayor

or whatever the fuck else he's after?

You finished?

Sorry. I got to cut a deal.

So. Make any decisions?

- You do everything around here? - After eleven, pretty much.

Over to you, Will. What are you having?

Lost my appetite.

Excuse me.