A bloody girl leads the detectives back where they started, Bullet aids the investigation, and Ms. Leeds grows a conscience, though Seward remains mostly conscience- and forgiveness-free
This week began with another one of The Killing‘s famously elliptical opening sequences. A young guy was driving down a pitch-dark, secluded road late in the night when a blood-covered teen girl ran out in front of him. She looked a bit like Kallie, but all we see was a single, terrified blue eye in the headlights before he hit her. The driver spun out, then stopped and stepped out of the car to help. After lying there for half a minute or so, the girl jumped up like some grim combination of a superhuman and a terrified animal before fleeing to the woods. When the guy looked back at his car, the headlights flared brightly, cut brightly only by what appeared to be a pair of legs. The driver called out to ask who was there. No one answered, and the credits began as a foreboding feeling hung in the air.
The next morning, Kallie’s mom was looking at her missed call alerts and seeing Kallie’s name as Joe Mills — the newly anointed Suspect #1 — conveniently slipped back into the house after going out to “take care of some stuff” between last night’s booty call and now. Nope, nuh uh, doesn’t sound shady at all. Then, wonder of wonders, Ms. Leeds actually began worrying about her daughter, though the concern only lasted about as long as a few puffs from her cigarette before she lashed out at Mills for his sporadic comings and goings.
Meanwhile, Holder was putting the screws to Mama Dips with the information that Mills had listed her motel as his place of residence since 2006. Wily ol’ Dips continued to feign ignorance, so Holder advised her to be selfish, saying Mills would certainly be selfish once he was arrested/questioned. As he passed Mills’ mug shots back to Mama Dips, Linden noticed the way she looked at them and realized that Mills wasn’t Dips’ lover (as Holder suggested) — he was her son. Just like that, Mama Dips’ seemingly impenetrable exterior shattered like porcelain. With a touch of panic in her voice, she insisted, “He’s a good boy!” She claimed that’s why all those young kids loved him and that he’d never hurt anyone. She continued to frantically yammer when someone banged on the door to give Holder a piece of paper…
…that led the police to the Leeds house (Mama Dips had called Joe there twice the night she was arrested). As the team looked for Mills, Linden took off the kid gloves with Ms. Leeds, saying she must have recognized her boyfriend’s voice on the porn tape. Ms. Leeds remained defiantly apathetic. Mills wasn’t there, of course, but Linden did get in one parting shot: “People like you shouldn’t have kids.”
Amped up from the search, Linden insisted Holder give her the keys to the cruiser. He laughed that it was “just like old times” and started Ribbing rher about getting personal with Kallie’s mom. He asked, “You know the old saying, ‘You spot it, you got it’?” She retorted pointedly, “Is that one of your addict sayings?” She immediately apologized, and they broke open a pack of cigs and called truce. Holder’s phone rang — a call from Skinner with a possible sighting of Mills.
Prison. Hilly the Kid was practicing a remorseful speech he’d crafted for his meeting with his victims’ family; it was all part of a plan to get his sentence reduced to life in prison. Another inmate named Dale chimed in judgmentally that seeking forgiveness wasn’t “all fun and games.” His comments made it seem like he’d truly come to terms with his actions and their consequences. He even felt that he had been divinely forgiven already. Not so much for Hill and Seward, who told the others that God could “shove [his forgiveness] up his heavenly rectum.”
Linden and Holder arrived to find their colleagues questioning the driver from the night before — or about four hours before, as we learned. He told the police that the guy he’d seen in the shadows had left him unharmed as he ran into the woods to chase a girl who vaguely matched Kallie’s description. Skinner ordered a thorough search of the woods, while Linden led Holder in the direction from which the girl had run. It wasn’t long before they found a blood-spattered red hazmat bag (just like the ones from the pond) hanging from a tree.
NEXT: Back to Beacon House
While Linden and Holder waited for word from Skinner’s crew, they began driving the streets around the park. Even if the girl had gotten that far, Linden noted, the streets would have been completely empty, making her a sitting duck. Holder tried to make small talk about how well Jack was doing in Chicago (apparently they’re phone buddies), but Linden shut him up by making a dramatic, passive-aggressive turn onto a different street.
Back at the prison, Becker gave his team the rundown on Seward’s execution: It would be two weeks from that day, and he’d need six more men to make sure it went off “without a hitch.” One of his underlings snarked, “Don’t you mean with a hitch.” With some stern words from Becker and a damning/blessing that these guards were “all a bunch of damn psychos,” the meeting ended.
Linden and Holder’s search led them to an alley where a bunch of kids saw their car and scattered. The kids had been looking at a severed finger (sound familiar?). When Linden looked over a wall just beyond that, well what do you know? Beacon House. They spoke once more to the tatted-up housemaster, who proved as unfriendly as ever, railing against the broken system. Linden appealed to his concern for the kids, telling him that the killer was “picking them off,” and he softened. At least partially. He pointed them in the direction of the three 24-hour clinics left in the city, tersely noting that there used to be nine. As the partners headed out, Bullet jumped in the back of their cruiser to take them where she believed they’d find Kallie. She didn’t want to simply give the cops the directions, she sassed, because they “need supervision. It’s obvious.”
Once they arrived at a nearby underpass, Bullet spotted Tank and wanted to bolt. Holder casually headed to the trunk to quick-change into his undercover clothes (we’ve missed you grey hoodie!), and it seemed like a little smile crept across Linden’s face as he strutted down to talk to Tank and his gang of misogynist hooligans. Linden’s expression turned into a grimace, though, as she fearfully watched Holder try to overcome the group’s suspicious, potentially violent hostility. But homeboy still had his old tricks. He managed to ease the thugs’ wariness by charming their rabid pit bull. One of the loopier hooligans named Jebediah claimed he’d heard La Llorona crying all night across the river. Holder lighted on the notion of a girl crying and went to the river bank.
While this was going down, Bullet and Linden communed in a relieved cigarette break as Bullet admitted “Bugs” was all right. The proudly showed Linden a self-drawn tattoo on her wrist — a pair of wings connected by the word “FAITH” — as she told Linden it was there to remind her that no one has faith in her but herself. She offered Linden her own tat, saying she’d draw her the North Star because it’s what you use to find your way home. Holder returned and told Linden he thought he’d spotted something. They drove across the bridge and told Bullet to wait as they examined some concrete cylinders. Of course she didn’t. So she saw that one of the pipes’ insides was covered in blood… but no Kallie.
After the CSI arrived to collect evidence, Linden speculated to Holder that the victim must have been dragged out of the pipe to leave all that blood. Bullet charged over, itching to move on to the next lead, but Holder told her they might be coming to the end of this particular road. He started suggesting that she should make peace with the possibility of Kallie’s death, but Bullet silenced him with a sucker punch and yelled, “You’re a quittin’-ass punk!” With Bullet running off into teh night, Linden advised Holder to rest for the night since they’d been going for nearly 72 hours straight.
Elsewhere, Kallie’s mom’s conscience was clearly getting the best of her (if such a thing exists). She left fruitless messages for her daughter while chugging beer as she drove around The Jungle. Along the way, she spotted a graffiti sign that read “RIP 17.”
Back in the joint, Dale was smiling to Seward that his “intended” was coming to meet him for the first time. Seward smirked back, “Prison bitch. Classy.” When Dale questioned Seward’s cynicism and cited the fact that he’d been married, Seward cold-heartedly assessed Trisha as a hell-raiser and a whore. Dale asked disarmingly, “Did you love her?” Seward didn’t answer, only said curtly, “Enjoy the ride while it lasts with your sweet intended. It’ll be over soon.”
And so was that conversation: Becker arrived with news that Seward had a guest, too. Tess Clark, Adrian’s foster mother, introduced herself to Seward and tried to butter him up with updates and compliments about the boy. Seward told her to get to the point, so she produced adoption papers she hoped he’d sign. He pointed out that she’d have the boy regardless after his execution in two weeks, so why was she really here? She claimed Adrian wanted to see him, that he’d forgiven his father. Seward just laughed viciously, calling the guard to escort him away as the woman pounded on the glass and begged him to reconsider.
NEXT: The phone call’s coming from inside the house!
Back at the station, Linden inadvertently encountered Skinner’s daughter Bethany looking at the vic board and struck up a conversation. Just as the girl identified herself, Skinner’s wife emerged from his office and gave Linden a face full o’ stank.
Since Linden had missed the ferry home, she went knocking on Holder’s door. The only hiccup was that Caroline was there. Still, she warmly welcomed in Linden and prepared her a plate of food while Holder rhapsodized about all the catfishing shows he had on his DVR. Caroline meekly returned from the kitchen with a vegan, gluten-free red velvet cake. Holder obliviously asked, “How’d you know Linden has a sweet tooth?” Of course it wasn’t for her, it was Caroline’s Valentine’s Day gift for Holder. Linden sat there awkwardly as Holder took a hilariously panicked pause before he unconvincingly pretended he hadn’t forgotten and added that he celebrated on Feb. 15 because it was “not so commercial.” Caroline took it calmly, though she was clearly disappointed. Holder’s phone rang, and he tried to make it up to her by not answering. That only made things uncomfortable, and finally Caroline put them all out of their misery, telling them, “You kids be safe” as they headed out to follow up on a lead from Bullet.
Linden and Holder drove Bullet to a veterinarian’s office, behind which some guy named Lobo (who I sincerely hope will become The Killing‘s answer to Tino) said he’d seen a guy dragging a bleeding girl into an alley. Holder told Bullet to wait in the car while they investigated, and Bullet shot back, “I’ll wait where I wait.” Such spunk! The detectives entered the dark office and heard noise in the back. They easily found a doctor hiding away and flipped on the lights as they ordered him to the ground. He insisted he hadn’t brought the girl there, that she’d looked worse when she’d arrived, and that he wasn’t “paid to know” what happened to girls like this.
Linden headed inside a surgical room and found a redheaded teen with a bandage covering her missing finger. She also had severe cuts on her neck and a serious set of pipes that she used to unleash ear-piercing screams at Linden. But she wasn’t Kallie.
A bit later, Holder told Linden to go to the hospital while he talked to Bullet, who was bereft her friend hadn’t been found. “I’m starting to think all the memories I got of Kallie are probably going to be the only ones I’ll ever have,” she said, adding, “She’s probably dead isn’t she?” Holder had to admit Kallie probably was dead, and Bullet leaned on him as the truth took hold.
Prison. The guards returned with Hill, who looked absolutely shattered from his meeting with the family. Seward got an evil grin on his face as he taunted the Kid about his pre-planned performance. But the fun only lasted a moment. He pulled back when Hill finally revealed how he’d killed a husband and wife who’d caught him stealing from a home safe. The shattering part: The husband and wife were his parents, and the family for whom he’d been rehearsing his repentant speech? His brother and sister. “They forgave me,” he said with simultaneous notes of surprise and defeat.
Ms. Leeds returned home to Mills who was more concerned about what she’d brought him to eat than her worry over Kallie. She mentioned that the police had stopped by that day, but when she wouldn’t say what they wanted, he headed into the shower. She picked up her phone to dial Kallie’s number again — only this time she could hear the ringing on the other end. She walked over to Mills’ bag and picked up a phone to see that the ID screen announced the incoming call was from “Mom.” Frozen with horror, she just stood there as the phone rang repeatedly. Then the door opened behind her, and Mills stood behind her… a foreboding silhouette.
Well, we’re nearing the halfway point, Killing fans. Could Mills possibly be the perp if he looks this guilty this early? Do you have any thoughts about how it will all connect back to Seward? Reactions to his response to Adrian’s adoptive mother? Feelings about Hill’s sad reveal? Theories about the return of Mr. Beacon House? And, this is not a question: Holder was on fire tonight — during the Valentine’s Day “threesome” with Linden and Caroline, especially (who knew he was a fishing show fan?). He and Bullet need to go on a road trip together, and it needs to be filmed. They can call the subsequent miniseries Killing It.