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Recapped by Jacob Clifton · Aired 05-06-2012

The scary gloved person outside Holder's apartment -- where you remember Linden has fled, due to poltergeist activity in her former squat -- is Roberta the Chief of Casino Security. So there's that. Man, those bitches are such bitches at that casino.

Anyway, Linden and Holder share an interest in butterflies, which -- along with a report from HQ about the background noise on Rosie's terrified call to Alexi -- causes Linden somehow to intuit a connection between Michael Ames and the Wapi Rez, so she sends Holder to the Casino, drops Jack off at a brand new homelessness location, and heads to this place where she thinks Rosie maybe filmed butterflies one time for her Video Of One Thousand Things.

Gwen's first big move as Richmond's campaign strategist is to get Stan Larsen onboard, which makes sense, but she does this in a scummy way that dangles futile hopes for a reduced assault charge that will never happened. But if there's one thing we've learned about Stan Larsen over the last season and a half, I suppose, it's that he takes kindly to slights. Anyway, he asks for it in writing and when Gwen refuses, he figures out her game. So Darren goes to see Stan himself, charisma-ing him into joining the campaign in a fairly smart way, and then at the actual press conference Stan kind of makes it all about him and offers a reward for clues, then heads home to throw his sister-in-law Terry out of the house for being a crystal goblet ho.

Speaking of hos, Holder thinks that he can get along with them just because he's trash, but they're not really of much help. In fact, they are the opposite of helpful, sending him on mad goose-chases all over the place looking for hookers and/or construction sites. (You cannot ever trust a hooker at an Indian casino. My grandma taught me that.) He runs into some mysterious maid who gives him a secret message about week's episode, and drops some crazy clues about Rosie's bloodstained backpack, but then before he can process all of this the tribal police arrive and grab him.

If this investigation were a baseball game, okay, or let's say a t-ball game, Linden would be that one ADD kid that's in the outfield looking at flowers or chasing butterflies, that one asshole kid that makes everybody mad and the parents yell and somebody cries. (That's what you call a metaphor. But in this episode, it is literally true.) So she's running around the reservation like those dudes don't have enough problems, and literally tromping into Indian graveyards like some kind of pasty white lunatic, and finally Chief Nicole arrives to chase her stupid ass out of there.

Back home, she gets obsessed with Indian burial sites, so -- given her professional procedures and rigorous research and use of best practices -- probably she watches Poltergeist at this point. (No -- ha! -- she tries to get a warrant to rent Poltergeist, but Lt. Carlson cockblocks her with some cockamamie excuse about her mental state or departmental politics. That's what happens.)

Anyway, the CPS guys show up at motel #2, and she and Jack do a very smart, very cool, very depressing move to evade them. So now she has become homeless three times in one week, if you are counting. I'm saying Sarah Linden has literally gone from having a home to having no home, zero homes, three times in seven days. It's wearing on Jack, I simply can't imagine why.

Honestly, Sarah, who is it you are trying to impress? Nine times out of ten that's the question we should ask ourselves; this time I think it's key.

Linden calls Holder to warn him that the Natives cannot be trusted -- which storyline, and maybe this is because I'm from the Southwest, but really? -- but of course he has already found that out, because while she was chasing butterflies with her thumb up her ass and dodging CPS, he was getting kidnapped and brought to a party in the woods starring Roberta, Chief Nicole, and some heavies. So Nicole calls up Linden on the phone, and makes her listen to them beating the shit out of Holder. They don't do it any kind of special Indian way, though. Just regular style.

Week: Sarah Linden very competently rescues her partner, provides a stable home environment for her child, and gets some much-needed therapy and rest. "Rosie can wait," she says. "That girl is dead and this murder case is very confusing. And besides, I know I tend to get a little compulsive about my job, so I'm trying to watch my stress level. Life's too short, right?" Wee Jamie admits his feelings for Darren, finding them very much requited by the surprisingly flexible City Councilman. Mitch returns from the Cold Cold Sea, having learned to speak in Wracked Tongues, of Mermaid and Leviathan; Stan accidentally kills like three more people, including Terry and Michael Ames. Rosie Larsen shows up and it turns out she was just at Coachella this whole time, but she's like really nonchalant about the lengths everyone's being going to, like, even after they explain what a big deal it is. Teens. Oh, and the sun actually comes out, causing Seattle to burst into 100% flame.

PREVIOUSLY

Terry Marek ditched the hookin' and started her own whoopee pie business. It's doing great, she might have a franchise deal because of the whole food truck thing, it's a seller's market really at this point if you live in the right region. And then a little bit north, her sister Mitch adopted a young girl from a third-world nation with a cleft palate, and let me tell you they are doing great! She sent me pictures from Disneyland and my gosh, you should see the way that little girl's eyes lit up when she got to meet Dora the Explorer. Over at the hospital, I'm sorry to say that Darren Richmond has not yet regained the use of his legs, but -- thanks to several unlikely coincidences -- has gained the power of flight.

And yet after all this, even in the Utopia I have created with my imagination, somehow Detectives Linden and Holder's lives are still one linear washed-out Georgia O'Keefe line of unremitting horror and affliction and nutritional anarchy.

JUST KIDDING

Um, Gwen came back to the Richmond campaign, which in some ways I guess probably bothers Jamie but is probably, in other ways, a relief. Terry revealed her crazy hooker side to the detectives, but then her erstwhile lover and his creepy Ames family revealed that they are way worse than those awful Marek girls. Stan Larsen is going to jail at some point for kidnapping and savagely beating that teacher with Belko -- though he's too freaked out by things generally to worry about it -- and there's some kind of paranormal activity going on in Sarah's motel room so she's moved her kid to Holder's apartment. Which if you're counting, that's like twenty-two places of residence in twenty days.

HOLDER'S PLACE

It is, shockingly enough: Raining cats and dogs. Linden's staring out his window chewing on her fingers like they're gum, while Holder and Jack play Monopoly at the kitchen counter.

Holder: "Probably the maid just moved that painting. They'd always put my Gideon Bible back in the drawer and I'd lose my place."
Linden: "No, Coworker. It was thoroughly packed away in the suitcase I use for my crazy person files."
Holder: "Did this picture have special significance? Was it perhaps related to that one case everybody talks about all the time right before you start cramming gum in your mouth?"
Linden: Gnaw gnaw gnaw.

He swears that they're safe there, noting as he does so that Jack has just snuck about two grand out of his Monopoly stash. There are discussions of a Monopollian nature.

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Linden: "Your zen rock garden and fountain will help me relax, Coworker."
Holder: "Wait, was that an actual joke? Because my dojo is a sanctuary of light."
Linden: "It was a joke, Coworker. I will never relax."

Downstairs, the smoking person who has been watching them all night lights a cigarette: It's scary Chief Nicole's scary Chief of Security, scary Chief Roberta.

DAY TWENTY

Linden: "Good morning. I am uncharacteristically sweet and charming before I've had my coffee."
Holder: "I am unsettlingly hot this morning, so I guess we make a weird pair. Have I ever told you about free-range chickens?"
Linden: "Sleeping on a bed. It is pleasant."
Holder: "Here's some coffee. I am also making eggs with habanero jelly for you. I like to pretend we're a family because I am pretty close to freaking out a lot of the time."
Linden: "I had not noticed your affect. Or any social cues."

Holder: "I see you are staring at my books. I buy them in bulk, because I am a seeker after wisdom. Anything up there sending sparks through the tangled mess of wires you call a brain?"
Linden: "Yes. Butterflies. As in the video of Rosie Larsen."
Holder: "Take it easy. I know you've never eaten real food before."
Linden: "For this and many other reasons, we will continue to move around at five-minute intervals. I have found us a squat in the sewers for tonight."

Holder: "I would like it if you lived here with me forever."
Jack: "That would be optimal!"
Linden: "I do not recognize the subjunctive and will not respond to it."

Linden: "Coworker. Tell me the information about those sounds on Rosie's voicemail."
Coworker: "Using science, in secret, I have learned that she was [essentially, something about a construction site linked to the casino, meaning Ames and Chief Nicole, meaning that's today's episode]."
Linden: "Do not tell our superior. Your help with my case would be appreciated by a regular person."

Holder: "Jack, I just want you to know I love you above and beyond my separation anxiety caused by my sister hating me for being an addict and taking my nephew away from me. Have some Pez. I hope to see you one day again, when Linden's neglect and general insanity bring you back into my orbit."
Jack: "I am about five seconds from freaking the fuck out."
Holder: "I know that too."

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RICHMOND

Gwen: "I took the liberty of rescheduling your physical therapy so I could hammer you about your latest PR disaster. It's nice that the Commish apologized for arresting you and getting you paralyzed, but I think we can do better."
Darren: "You know what would really absolve me? If we found the person that killed that little girl."
Jamie: "Yeah, that would really be something if somebody solved that Killing."
Gwen: "We're going to get Stan Larsen to stump for you. I'm going to dangle a lighter sentence for him bashing that teacher that time."

Jamie: "Sucks for the teacher."
Darren: "I don't really care."
Jamie: "You know what else sucks? Clitorectomies."
Darren: "I don't really care about those either right now."

Jamie: "Hey Gwen? Your buddy Ahmed's prosecutor would never go for something like that. I know him, he's a dick."
Gwen: "Yeah, but Stan Larsen doesn't know that."

Jamie's impressed. Except you know who else doesn't know she's lying? Darren Richmond, to whom she just lied. Right?

LARSEN

Sterling: "Mr. Larsen?"
Stan: "Oh, gross."

Sterling: "I just brought Rosie's stuff from her locker. She doesn't need it anymore, because of being dead. And a prostitute."
Stan: "Can you tell me about a shoebox of some kind?"
Sterling: "It's always nice visiting you..."
Stan: "Was she a happy person?"
Sterling: "I guess so? I keep telling you dicks we weren't friends."
Stan: "The last time I saw her she was staring at me all sad, like I wasn't her father or something..."
Sterling: "It physically revolts me to see a giant cry, but I can hold your hand if you want. For a second. Then I have to go."
Stan: "What I need is some kind of horrifying runaway teenage girl that I can latch onto and make inappropriate emotional demands on."
Sterling: "I hear they have those up north."

NEW MOTEL

Linden: "Progeny, this motel is outfitted with the latest in paranoia. You will not leave. Your needs will be met within this suite. Do not go anywhere, do not answer the door. For one time only, you may order lunch from room service. Do not go bananas."
Jack: "Ugh."
Linden: "If the building catches on fire or there is a hurricane warning or the country is overtaken by armed forces of another nation, escape through the bathroom window and seek aid."
Jack: "Are you being crazy or legitimately freaked out?"
Linden: "You will never know."
Jack: "Then I'm just going to be pissed, okay?"

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DRIVING

Holder: "After delivering several handjobs and other favors, I have connected the dots between Ames and the casino. His construction company, the Columbia Domain Fund, got a $50M contract with them -- but the red flag was that it reported a profit of zero."
Linden: "But in our society, labor and goods are exchanged for currency."
Holder: "Weird, right? All it says is hotel/casino renovations."
Linden: "It being a construction company, and all. You will wander the casino, looking as much like a meth addict as possible."
Holder: "Check."

Holder: "And you? What will you be doing?"
Linden: "See this book about butterflies?"
Holder: "You stole that from my dojo!"
Linden: "Coworker, Rosie filmed the butterfly migration out here, at Point Yubec."
Holder: "I don't think it was butterflies that killed Rosie Larsen. Although honestly..."

Linden: "To review the situation with Chief Nicole Jackson. In brief, she has this whole island under her thumb. She's been accused publicly of stealing money from the reservation and pocketing all the casino's profits. My theory, which will of course be wrong, is that Rosie and possibly her camera were privy to something relevant to our visit today."

Linden: "She felt trapped. She had butterflies everywhere in her room. She smoked cigarettes on her roof. 'Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies.' Bleak House."
Holder: "Is it that you think you're the Ghost Whisperer?"
Linden: "My breasts, while impressive, are not..."
Holder: "-- No, I mean, is this why Carlson thinks you're crazy and why you kept that picture in the first place? Because of mind-reading crazy BS like this?"
Linden: "You will exit the vehicle. I will turn to my only friend, gum."

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Holder: "time you talk to Rosie, could you ask her who killed her?"
Linden: "Somehow, I think, we can presume that I would fuck that up too."

Holder: "I'm serious. Jack is freaking out. And I know you haven't been sleeping. I don't want you to crack up."
Linden: "Prepare for me to act defensive."
Holder: "Oh, I already was. Honestly, your stonewalling me on this is making me pretty irritated, which is the totally wrong way to come at you."
Linden: "I hear there is a 12-Step program for shitty moms like me. I refer, of course, to addiction treatment and rehabilitation, as one might undergo for a methamphetamine addiction."
Holder: "I'm just saying you could possibly chill out. Actually, I'm just saying I care about you and your child, which nobody else on earth does, and not all that quietly."

Linden: "In our society, labor and goods are exchanged for currency. I will gladly pay you currency for your habanero omelet, but I will not pay you in listening to your parenting advice. You tell me to stop being crazy for my child's sake and I will repay you by telling you, Go stop doing meth."

Holder: "Okay, but we're both addicts. How about you look at it that way? Everybody on this show is an addict. The paralysis of grief is an equally valid parallel."
Linden: "Your sponsor was Gil, the corrupt man that got us nearly fired and got Darren shot. Don't you tell me about addiction."
Holder: "I'm going to miss this for the remainder of the episode. You're not even good at being bitchy. It's just this subdued, powerless viciousness, like a little kid using the n-word."
Linden: "You are endangered with such regularity every time you exit this vehicle that I would probably be concerned, if you had not questioned my unbelievably crummy parenting. As it is, I have absent butterflies to interrogate."

I hate it when they fight. My goodness, do I hate that.

Linden drives across the rez, which is full of little kids, and a dead dog they are poking with a stick. You know, The Killing type stuff. And then Holder wanders the casino, which like all casinos is full of the equivalent of little kids poking a dead dog with a stick, except the kids and the dogs are the same person. A maid stares at him, maybe because she thinks he's hot, because she hasn't heard him speak words yet.

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LARSEN

Gwen: "Mr. Larsen. Lovely to see you. Even lovelier to see that your home is full of absolute darkness even at midday. I hope my frigid intense air doesn't bother you."
Larsen: "No, it's the fact that you're standing here in the middle of my pitch-black kitchen while I'm getting my day-drunk on."
Jamie: "[Niceties]. Anyway, we want you to read a public statement on Richmond's behalf. In return, he will pretend to care about your dead daughter."
Larsen: "You know who pretends to care about my dead daughter? Absolutely everybody. You know who does jack about it? Everybody. Leave, please. I need to drink in muggy wet darkness and remember the sins of my past."

Gwen: "I know the ADA who is prosecuting your completely legitimate kidnapping and assault charges for that crime you shouldn't have committed and was utterly pointless."
Larsen: "If you're offering me a deal, submit it in writing."
Gwen: "No. I mean maybe. I mean later. I mean okay, but first do what I want. The election is at the end of the season. Your trial is after that. I'm going to need to use you up, and your goodwill, long before this matters."
Larsen: "I said in writing."
Jamie: "Uh, here's my card. I can see this is going south pretty fast."

(But not south enough, or fast enough, apparently.)

Gwen: "Too bad about Belko, shooting the Councilman and then going on that shooting spree and shooting his mother and shooting himself in the face. Sorta like how he helped kidnap and beat up that guy and now you're going to jail for it, except this time you can actually do the right thing."
Larsen: "Yeah, thanks. I kind of already knew everything on this entire show is my fault."
Gwen: "I'm just spitballin' here."

CASINO ISLAND

Linden: Wandering the island at random, climbing over fences and whatever. Into the burial grounds. It would seem to me that Native Americans die at the same rate as everybody else on earth, right? So how come whenever there are more than like two Indians in the same place, there's always a graveyard somewhere nearby? It's either a White America archetypal guilt thing, since we put them there and the ones we didn't are in concentration camps, but maybe it's because they don't have to use coffins like everybody else? And that's interesting? I would like to be buried under a blackthorn tree.

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Holder: Wandering the casino at random, talking his strange argot into her voicemail. Finally he wanders up to a blackjack dealer acting like a total crackhead, and plays a round to get the guy talking. Finally, employing some rather dreadful racist phrase-coinage, he gets the guy to tell him where the whores are -- but not, although he asks several times in different ways, where the renovations have been going on.

RICHMOND

Darren: "Stan's not interested? That's so weird, because it was such a good offer we made."
Jamie: "Yeah, the deal was complicated by..."
Gwen: "-- Darren, that offer was clearly a lie. Come on."
Darren: "You lied to the parents of a dead girl about whether or not her daddy was going to go to jail?"
Gwen: "Yes, Councilman Richmond. Because I am the worst. Which you already knew."

Jamie: "I mean, he's the most depressing person in this entire city, now that his wife has disappeared. Maybe it's not the worst thing that ever happened."
Gwen: "As long as you keep referring to a press conference as a 'presser,' that's only technically true. My God, it makes me want to punch you in your weird little mouth every time."
Jamie: "I am adorable. Don't insult the mouth."
Gwen: "Great, so we'll lie about something else. How the doctors are shocked by your fucking miraculous recovery that you were paralyzed by a gunshot a week ago and now you're on the campaign trail, 'running is more important than walking,' or..."
Jamie: "Ooh, I like that. That's good."

Gwen: "What about when they ask you where you were, the night they killed that girl?"
Darren: "I'll just say I was with you, in Tacoma. Thinking about jumping into the crab nets. Just like my dead wife."
Gwen: "I mean, just stick with the part where we were there, doing it. And prepare for Jamie to freak out about it."

PT YUBEC

Linden: "Whoa, is that a dead body buried under the ground right there?"
Nicole, appearing: "Yeah, pick up your face. It's a way of giving back to the earth."
Linden: "So metaphorically, you're like Mother Earth and the casino is like this dead body. Because you steal all the money from it. Let's talk about Rosie."

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Nicole: "Let's talk about Keylela. She was always canoeing out too far, and the elders warned her, but she didn't listen, so she drowned. And now when things sound spooky in this graveyard, that's her begging for forgiveness. So the elders will let her come back home."
Linden: "I have trouble with symbolic language sometimes, it's in my file. Is she Rosie, or am I Keylela? Are you the Keylela in this story? I mean, is this a warning, or a clue, or...?"
Nicole: "It's a lie. She was just some girl who was like nine or ten, that got lost and wandered off our land. They found her a week later, beaten and tied to a tree. A warning from the white man."

(Thugs suddenly appear from all sides, I guess because of those magic powers all Indians have.)

Linden: "I'm a cop. Also, I'm not a white man. Also, I am trying to keep girls from getting things like beaten and tied to trees..."
Nicole: "I was just trying to freak you out, but we will totally kill you if we feel like it. You should stay off our land. The invisibility of minorities works both ways."
Linden: "What a depressing thought."

LARSEN

Stan: "Oh for Chrissake. All I want to do is get hammered and maybe make out with my sister some more, and you fuckers just keep showing up..."
Darren: "I just wheeled myself over here to apologize for how gross Gwen is, and tell you I'm sorry about your dead daughter. You and I both -- now -- know that deal was a lie, and I'm sorry about that too."
Stan: "I guess I'm sorry about the use of your legs, to a certain extent, but to be honest I'm mostly still concentrating on my own grief. They evicted her stuff from her locker today and it just made me feel like one more place on earth that she was dead. Soon, nobody will remember her at all and then I will be alone."
Darren: "So make them care about her! Trust me, I still basically only want to talk about my dead wife, it's real irritating for everybody. Commandeer my presser with your narcissism and indict the whole world for not caring about your specific needs..."
Stan: "Don't say 'presser,' okay? It makes me want to stick a fork in your leg."
Darren: "I did that this morning, before Jamie woke up. Won't help."

CASINO

Holder chills in this totally gross bar where the hookers are all at. Finally this wild-looking super-witchy old lady runs up, having been tipped off that apparently there is a meth-head wigger in the bar who is looking for sexual assignations with the elderly and also, as we'll see, aggressive young men. Or whatever, I don't know how this all goes down.

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Crone: "I hear you're looking for a good time."
Holder: "Always, Baby! Especially with ancient women that look oddly like Skrillex."
Crone: "Where is your room? Or just your car, whatever. Head's $20, tail's $50."
Holder: "That's terrifying and sad in a whole other way. But hey, you know what really gets me off? Construction sites."
Crone: "Is that a thing?"
Holder: "Absolutely that is a thing."

Crone: "Well, we're not supposed to go up there. I'll get into trouble. Construction sites are taboo. For us, they're like gravesites are for white people. Like we're the opposite."
Holder: "Is that a thing?"
Crone: "Of course it isn't."

She is not interested in his hundy, not even for the privilege of having sex with great big old Stephen Holder. I would be like, "Of course, if you're gonna talk like that, it's an extra one million dollars to listen to it. We can discuss setting up a swear jar or something, maybe."

So she bounces, because I guess construction sites are for them like how gravesites are for us. Like the opposite thing, because they are completely unlike us in every single way. And then who should slide over but a fresh-faced little boy version, at which point Holder has a very complex, very hilarious conversation with himself in his head.

SUDDENLY

Holder is up against a car with a boner against his thigh and a lot of hustle going on. I don't know what a Native American fetish would really be about -- I mean, I grew up in Phoenix and Albuquerque, so I know exactly what a Native American fetish looks like, just ... not the sexual kind, like, the turquoise kind -- but I don't know that "You like it dirty, white boy? I got dirty!" is specific to that.

I mean, maybe they are making this part up and they have no idea what having sex with a male prostitute on the reservation is like, but I prefer to think the writers of The Killing take their jobs more seriously than that.

Holder: "I am really aroused and excited by ... all of this, what you're doing ... but I would prefer -- as I believe I mentioned as we were arranging this assignation -- that I would prefer to engage in homosexual activity with you at the construction site."
Ho: "Is that a thing?"
Holder: "It is absolutely a thing. I am very into it."
Ho: "So like, you want to wear a hardhat? This is appealing to you? We can also go bareback if you feel like it. My life is pretty desperate and I don't have a lot of respect for myself, to be quite honest."
Holder: "Oh, I will do you all the different ways. It is going to be very gay. The male-on-male sex we are going to have will be of an unheralded intensity, and I anticipate it being quite enjoyable, both for myself, and I dare say, for you. Once we get there. There being...?"

Ho: "I have an idea. Why don't you give me your money, and then we'll see what happens ?"
Holder: "It's not that you don't seem trustworthy -- you do -- but I'd really like to know where you're taking me. For our lovemaking, I mean."
Ho: "Tenth floor..."
Holder: "-- Oh, would you look at that! I have reached orgasm. Well, this was fun. Although between us, I think you should really consider safer sex a job requirement, rather than simply a suggestion."

Holder takes off, with a minimum of shoving away the ongoing intensity of the young fellow's onslaught.

Ho: "You don't even know my name!"
Holder: "Learn computers! Go to night school!"

INDIAN TROUBLE

Holder has a little trouble getting up that high: Looks like nine and then the stairs. They're watching. The door at the top of the stairwell is, of course, both locked and heavy-duty. He has a little tantrum, to be honest.

As Linden's getting her badge and gun back from Roberta and the thugs, and getting the hell away from the whole deal, Holder tries to chill himself out with some Pez, but finally lights up a cigarette. Indoors! Continuing the illusion of being gross, I guess.

Eventually he's joined in the elevator by that maid from earlier. Without looking, she passes him a book of matches and then, as the doors are closing on whatever floor, she swiftly turns and says, "I hope Rosie's family got her backpack okay..." And then, like they do, she is gone. The matches have a handwritten clue inside -- 11 AM TOMORROW -- but, as luck would have it, the doors open again, on a bunch of Roberta's flacks.

Goons: "Heard you were looking for a party..."

Linden: "My intuitive powers are telling me we are fucked. I hope you get this message telling you to get the hell out of that casino."

LARSEN

Child: "I'm pretty normal."
Terry: "I'm feeling snappy anyway! Prepare your pumpkins for carving!"
Child: "Did a million people come by today to bother you? Were they cops? Because Terry got visited by cops last episode, at our school."
Stan: "I'd like to know more. Boys, go upstairs."

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Goons: "Heard you were looking for a party..."

Linden: "My intuitive powers are telling me we are fucked. I hope you get this message telling you to get the hell out of that casino."

LARSEN

Stan: "What's up?"
Terry: "My boyfriend Michael, that kicked me out. They were asking about him."
Stan: "Which connects to Rosie how?"
Terry: "Um, he's Jasper's father?"
Stan, scary: "No seriously, what's the connection?"
Terry, crying: "We happened to meet through Beau Soleil."
Stan: "So wait, you're a..."
Terry: "Yeah, I kind of thought you would get blue-collar menacing about it."
Stan: "Well, here I go. Consider yourself thrown out of this house. Pack up your crystal goblets and leave."
Terry: "I'm not saying she was a prostitute, I'm just saying that she has the internet. And that I am a prostitute."

Things get swiftly dangerous; Terry leaves immediately.

MOTEL

Linden's harassing Coworker about the burial grounds-slash-butterfly convention center where her day got so scary, so she doesn't see the cop-looking guys outside her motel room chatting up her son until she is quite close. She goes, of course, apeshit.

Guys: "Officers Miller and Flynn at your services. Your Child Protective Services."
Linden: "Well, ain't this a bitch. Like getting the bejesus scared out of me on the reservation wasn't bad enough, I got ghost stories and Holder's missing and now this? This obvious thing that should be happening ten times every episode?"
CPS: "Can we come in your house and rummage through all your shit please, ma'am? And do you seriously live here?"
Linden: "Today, yeah. Why are you here, though?"
CPS: "The entire state of Washington and everybody who has ever seen this show gave us a call today, ma'am. Alleging neglect."
Linden: "Sure, I'm just going to shut this door in your face..."
CPS: "Ma'am, that is not going to help at all."
Linden: "Worth a shot."

Jack: "Mom? I need to go to the bathroom. Like our escape route that we talked about."
Sarah: "No. I mean, I see what you're saying, but this is for all the marbles. I still want to preserve the illusion that we aren't on the run for our lives."
Jack: "With all due respect, I have analyzed the situation here and I'm pretty sure it ends with me going into the system, like, in the ten minutes. And as you can imagine, your paranoia about it and the horror stories that bubble up in your eyes each time you put a piece of gum in your mouth, I am fairly terrified of that possibility, so..."
Sarah: "We already have like a hundred problems right now."
CPS: "It's okay. If the boy wants to go to the bathroom, let him go to the bathroom. We're really here more to intimidate you anyway."
Sarah: "Oh hey, I just got an imaginary phone call."
CPS: "We believe that, because how are we to know that you're the only person on Earth who doesn't know how to put her phone on vibrate in 2012."

Linden books it to the parking lot, where Jack is waiting by the car. It's pretty damn smooth, and one of the more uplifting little moments in this show. I mean, it's hugely dysfunctional, and they have now gone from having a handful of things to having literally zero things, but hey. I may have forgotten to mention, also, that this AM Holder told Linden where he keeps his spare key. I thought he was just being sweet, but I see now that it was important.

Sarah: "But seriously, that was probably a bad call. This is probably a nutso thing we just did. If they found us here, where we literally checked in four hours ago, I'm guessing they know where I work. So on the one hand, good instincts. But on the other hand, you are compelling proof that I am a terrible parent, because you shouldn't have good instincts. You are a kid."
Jack: "Jack can't come to the phone right now. He is crying hysterically because that was the scariest thing that ever happened and he has no idea why. So please fuck off after the beep."

RICHMOND

Darren: "[Charming charming charming] and now here's Rosie's dad, to read a statement, because all I care about is justice for that little girl I certainly did not kill."

Stan: "Nearly three weeks ago, my daughter Rosie, was taken from us. Our loss has made us realize how important every day is together. This could have happened to anybody, but... [This would be the part where he goes off book.] Rosie was my little girl. She was everything to me. But she means nothing to you people. Rosie would be gone and forgotten if you weren't using her [this would be the part where Jamie shits his slacks] to sell papers or get people to turn on the TV. She's not entertainment. She's my daughter. None of you... None of you give a rat's ass about doing what's right for her. I'm just like you, all of you out there who are watching. [This would be the part where Stan leans into the camera and starts drooling on himself] I don't have much. About $12,000. But the money's yours if you find Rosie's killer or help the cops find who killed my daughter. 'Cause somebody's gonna pay for this. Somebody's gonna pay for taking my daughter away. That's all I got to say."

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RICHMOND

Darren: "[Charming charming charming] and now here's Rosie's dad, to read a statement, because all I care about is justice for that little girl I certainly did not kill."

Everybody goes nuts, but Darren -- I think -- kinda loves it.

HOLDER

The scary cops slide right past the Tribal Police HQ and keep driving -- Holder finds that notable, tosses out yet more racist crap -- and then Sarah calls him up with some vague talk about how shit is going down. All of the shit, it is going down right now.

Chief Nicole: "You're very curious, Detective. You and your partner both like to go where you're not supposed to. Too bad for you she already got the warning."
Holder: "Yeah, that's more than Rosie did."

And that's when they start hitting him. Roberta clubs his legs and he drops. He's the Keylela! All that addiction talk and everything and the whole time it was very simple: You paddle out past the shores, you only get one warning. And now it's him that'll get tied to a tree. Nicole smiles a huge scary awful grin and dials Linden's phone, so she can hear him screaming.

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Linden: "Coworker! You sound as if you are in pain."

Even with Nicole's skewed logic it's interesting, because of course Linden took the warning seriously and tried to warn him, but his phone was acting up in the casino, so it's all just very ironic.

Holder, roughly translated: "I am currently unable to appreciate irony!"

WEEK

Somehow, Sarah still manages to make it into work. Of course, the first thing on her agenda is yelling at her superior about the conspiracy that he may or may not be involved in. I still want to think it's the latter, but what do I know? I was willing to give Nicole a break until she started smiling that sick smile at the end. I think it's safe to say, though, that Sarah Linden has alienated basically every authority there is, at this point. Will it affect her ability to do her job with such confidence? I mean, what could. Right? I just hope they don't mess up Holder too bad, or fuck up his face. Not because he's beautiful, but because it's literally impossible to imagine one single more problem with his speech.

JACOB CLIFTON is a freelance writer and critic based in Austin, Texas. He currently recaps Gossip Girl, The Killing, and Pretty Little Liars for TWoP. Jacob can be found online at jacobclifton.com, on Twitter, and on Facebook. IRL work appears in BenBella's SmartPop series of anthologies, most recently A Friday Night Lights Companion and Fringe Science.

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