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The Killing S03E01
Part 1
Aug. 24, 2021, 12:19 p.m.
So... it's dress blues, extra starched,
white gloves, spit shine, whole nine.
Knock, knock. She opens the door.
Nothing on but the radio. Talk or Kube 93?
I haven't even touched her yet, it's already Niagara Falls.
Had to break some laws. Where is it?
Well, at least in a couple of months,
that foot of glass between you won't affect your chemistry.
It's like drinking water.
Get those nutrients you need, leave the cholesterol in the cow.
Your mom breast-feed you until puberty or something?
Hey, colostrum, on the other hand, is filled with life-giving nutrients and whatnot.
Here I thought I was a pervert.
What up, Melloy? What do you got?
A Jane Doe. Transient found her a couple hours ago.
Ripped open the garbage bag covering her, didn't notice the smell.
- The coroner's en route? - Yup.
"Yup. " Seriously? "Yup"?
It's "yes, sir," "no, sir. "
I mean, seriously. Are you an idiot? "Yup. "
Got a brain? "Nope. "
Damn.
Never seen that before.
Almost cut her head clean off.
What the hell is wrong with you?! You stupid, crazy bitch, what are you doing?!
I'm not doing anything. God, Bullet.
I wasn't gonna jump. Okay? I just wanted to look at the water.
Come here. Come here. Look at it.
Before the boats and garbage and people and stuff mess it up,
it's so smooth and clean, you know?
Like glass. It's perfect.
I just wanted to look at it.
You crazy bitch.
Cops ran us out from under the bridge.
Yeah. Douchebags kicked us out of the park this morning.
Some sort of citywide sweep.
Oh, whatever. Eat me.
You know maybe we can get beds at Beacon.
Whatever. I'm not sure I'm ready to accept Jesus as my lord.
Never got open beds anyways.
Yeah, well, at least they got eggs and bacon on the menu this morning.
- You hungry? - I hate bacon.
Oh, dude, quit tripping. Come on, I'm starving.
Look, we'll find a place to squat.
It's still early.
Let's go. Come on.
Yeah.
I'd estimate her age at 16 or 17.
Cause of death is multiple sharp-force injuries across the neck region.
Cut marks are visible on the cervical vertebrae.
Vaginal bruising is present.
He raped her?
Leave a calling card, too? No, he must have used a condom.
Lovely. Just as we're leading the pack, this.
We're gonna be chasing down hookers and hobos,
rounding up the usual suspects on pedophile mile for months.
Yeah, well, we got to, so suck it up.
What if we fob her off?
I'm serious. Who's up next?
Jablonski It's Jablonski.
Even that guy's not gonna take some hooker dumped in Katmandu.
Timbuktu.
- Timbuktu. - Whatever.
We done here, doc?
She fought back. Defense wounds- broke her finger.
Your Romeo used a weapon with a serrated edge.
Held her from behind, nicked her spinal cord several times.
It takes a lot of strength to do that while the victim's fighting.
He hating on working girls?
Maybe just this girl? 'Cause she wouldn't swallow?
Wow.
You speaking from experience? We'll call you when we get a hit on the prints.
And, uh, good luck on the sergeant's exam, Holder.
Thanks, doc. He hasn't passed it yet.
No need to blow smoke up his ass already.
I'm telling you- Jablonski's our man.
He ain't gonna take it. No doubt.
He'll do it. He'll do it. Just let me do the talking.
Heading in.
- What's that? You jack that ring, too? - Yeah.
Lyric was telling me about this blue ring her grandmother used to have.
She would always try to steal it, but...
I figure, it's blue. So, are you gonna give it to her?
I don't know. You should.
You love her. Look at you!
Shut up. Shut up!
No. Twitch will kill you if he thinks you're moving in on his woman.
- She ain't his woman. - I heard they hooked up.
They're squatting together at the hotel.
You think them playing house means jack?
No, that low-rent punk is using her! I'm gonna kick his shitty white ass!
Yeah. He ain't all that.
That boy ain't packing nothing down them Sean Johns!
So, tell her, dumbass. Tell her what?
That you like her?
Don't just sit with it, walking around with it like you do.
Come here. Let me see it.
Why? Bullet, come on.
Ready?
- "Bullet, I love you. " - Here, let me get this.
Oh, shut up, man. Come on. Stand still.
Sure, I'll take the Jane Doe.
Yeah? You sure, Jablonski?
You take my drug dealer down at York Ave. The projects.
The Williams job? That's a slam dunk.
If you want to hang down in banger land. Which I, for one, do not.
Done... and done. You want a soda or something?
Yeah, diet, if they got it.
Watching the weight. Yeah, not me. Good on you.
Let's go. You got a case file?
Yeah, yeah, just got to sign off on some of the paperwork.
Uh, I'll get it back to you.
SARAH LINDEN 23843 Cove Road NW, Vashon Island, WA 98090
Gotcha!
Ah! Don't do that!
Cody! What?
Oh, man, you should see your face. You're a jerk!
You want to get off the island later?
Get downtown, catch a band or something? I would love to...
but I'm working the afternoon shift.
Yeah? You weren't on the roster.
I know, but Ron approved it last minute.
But until then... I'm free and clear.
Hey. Whoa, whoa. Hold up.
What?
L- let's just...
What?
Come here.
Oh, my God.
No!
Ray Seward, this death warrant orders your execution in 30 days' time for the crime of murder
The Killing
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