What the hell?
Come on, Charlotte. Settle down.
Who's that?
- Hey, Reenie. - Hey, good morning.
Is that the Barlow file?
Yeah, I was just reviewing the deposition.
Well, is it good or bad?
'Cause if it's bad, I'm gonna need this morning coffee first.
It's bad.
For opposing counsel.
- Go on. - Yeah.
Uh, so, Barlow said that
he was in Boston right before Philly.
Lawyer makes a joke about Boston,
and that's when Barlow says that he was only there
for the marathon, to run it
for, like, a bucket list kind of thing.
At the same time he was supposed to be on disability.
- Exactly. - Good catch.
Yeah. I can call some PIs, see if they can find out more
on why Barlow was in Boston.
But, uh, the two that you had in your contacts...
one, the email bounced back,
- and the other one is dead. - Oh, great.
- Mm-hmm. - Wait.
Colter's visiting someone who would be great for this.
John Keaton, ex-cop that helped Colter
with a serial killer case.
I mean, I've reaching out to him before and he hasn't responded, but...
Well, maybe he's not interested?
Oh, more like he's really bad at follow through.
Well, I-I'll look into some backups just in case.
Okay, great.
Hey, Reenie.
Hey, are you in Tacoma yet?
Yep, I'm here. Got here last night.
How's Keaton doing?
I have no idea. I haven't seen him.
Said he wanted to meet me here, had something to run by me.
Uh, well, say hi to him for me and tell him
I've got some PI work for him if he's interested.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, I mean, it's nothing special, just the basic stuff.
Yeah, yeah, no, I'll...
Oh, you know what, he's-he's here right now.
I'll, uh, I'll let him know. I got to go. Bye.
Hey.
- Thanks for coming, man. - Of course. Yeah, absolutely.
- Morning, Paula. - Morning.
- What can I get for you? - I'll do the, uh...
Well, pancakes, of course, and I'll do scrambled eggs.
- Sure thing. - Thanks.
- You want your usual? - Yep.
Crispy bacon, end to end, not overcooked.
One flip on the eggs, 20 seconds, that's it.
I already know, hon.
Bears repeating.
You know, one of these days,
I'm-a serve you some of that vegan bacon.
- Oh... - Mm-hmm.
Sorry, it's just a little thing we do.
No, it's cute.
So, what's up?
- Well, nothing really, I just... - Well, it's something, right?
You dragged me all the way out here.
Why don't you get the business out of the way,
and we can enjoy our crispy bacon.
All right. Uh...
My old partner on the force, Nat Dobbs...
I can't find him.
Well, when was the last time you heard from him?
Couple days ago.
Supposed to help him drop a fuel pump in his Chevy, but...
he mentioned something he wanted to run by me,
but I didn't make anything of it.
I went to his house and he wasn't there.
No calls, no text.
Hmm. So, what are you thinking?
Well, let's just say he doesn't have the best taste in women.
- Uh, he's a nice guy, too nice. - Mm.
Kind of a sucker with the ladies.
Uh, always had a thing for the broken ones.
Used to be a thing when we were working,
where he'd bust some asshat,
feel bad for the asshat's girl,
and, two weeks later, I'm fetching him out of
some no-name motel after she's maxed out his cards.
Oh, no. All right. Mm.
Did you go down the bad girlfriend angle?
Yeah. His two latest winners haven't seen him, either.
I'm afraid he met someone and got himself into trouble.
Not sure what I'm asking, I just...
Dobbs, he's saved my ass in the field
a few times, and you know how that is.
I know how it is, yeah.
Maybe it's nothing, but...
I got a bad feeling, and you were in the area.
No need to say another word.
I got your back. I'll help you with it.
- Thanks, man. - All right.
Here we go.
Thank you.
You're very welcome.
- Enjoy it. - Will do.
Well, these look good, Paula.
Of course they do, you pain in the ass.
He's trouble, you know.
Good trouble, but trouble.
Huh.
Paula likes you.
Already been through the place once.
Not a lot of crime around here, so he leaves the doors unlocked.
But, uh, but this one back here was slid open.
Could be he had to leave in a hurry.
Maybe. Anything else amiss besides the door?
Nope.
That was taken at my retirement party.
He keep a hand in? After retirement?
As much as we all do.
It's kind of hard to let it go.
- Mention anything specific? - No.
I got my guy running a trace on his phone
- and his car. Maybe we get lucky. - Thanks.
Used to be I could
call in some favors for something like that,
but now this new breed...
everything's by the book.
- Lives alone, I'm guessing. - Yeah.
You feed the cat?
I haven't seen it.
One of those indoor-outdoor creatures,
but that's a really good idea.
- Keaton. - Yeah?
Look at that. That mean anything to you?
No.
It's from three days ago.
Home invasion gone bad.
Okay. Yeah, ripped out of the newspaper.
Why would he have any interest in this?
Like I said, it's hard to put the badge down.
Randy, what do you got?
I got that info on Keaton's old partner.
Where do you want to start?
Was hoping you could tell me the location of the phone
- or the car. - Phone's offline,
but, of course, I got the last known location.
When?
Two days ago.
He turned off his tracking services and then phone goes off line.
That's not good.
Send it to me.
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The hell was he doing here?
Yeah. I had my guy send me everything he could
about the shooting of that farmer.
Dobbs ever mention Clive Sherman?
- No. - No. Okay.
Must've been important to him. He came here the day after the murder.
Then his phone goes dark and he vanishes.
This report says some electronics were taken
along with some antique guns.
Well, that could be drug addicts looking for an easy score.
Old man confronts them,
they shoot him, grab what they can.
Mm-hmm.
Doesn't explain why Dobbs was here, though, right?
Murder took place over here, by this fence line.
- Do you see something? - Maybe.
Guy's a dairy farmer.
Yeah.
Why is there a brand-new excavator over there?
See that? Looks like it came in from this road.
There's no mention of a field search in this file.
No, there's not, so here's what I'm thinking, right?
The... They wait for the police to finish an investigation
before they start searching the property.
You think Dobbs?
Think maybe.
Lot of foot traffic going this way.
Yeah.
The ground here is a little more compacted.
You're right.
Somebody was waiting to dig.
One way to find out.
There's no key.
Son of a bitch. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
That's not Dobbs.
Oh, man.
Another body over here. There could be dozens.
Wasn't a robbery gone wrong.
Whoever shot that farmer knew about these bodies.
Dobbs came out here looking around and...
someone must've grabbed him.
Maybe his body's out here somewhere.
We got to call this in.
Mm-mmm.
Aah!
Who sent you out to that farm?
No one.
I don't believe you.
I-I saw it in the papers.
Tell me where they are.
I don't know who you're talking about, man.
Don't waste my time.
One more time. Who knows?
I don't know.
Detective Simms.
Any sign of Dobbs?
No. Freshest body's from a week ago.
One of the ones that you unearthed.
The others date back more than six months.
How many bodies you found so far?
At least ten.
Probably gonna find a lot more.
Looks like this was someone's body dump.
So, Keaton, you said you came out here looking for
- your old partner? - Yeah.
Tracked his phone here.
As one does.
- It's sort of what I do, actually. - This is Colter Shaw.
He, uh, helped me find that serial shooter
- in Snoqualmie National Forest. - Oh, yeah.
Heard about that.
- So why the hell was Dobbs here? - I'm not sure,
but guessing it has something to do with these bodies.
Maybe he was investigating.
Dobbs is retired. He shouldn't be investigating anything.
What can I say? Old habits die hard.
So, the farmer that lived here...
you thinking he's some kind of serial killer?
If he was, he liked targeting criminals.
Three of the bodies we ID'd so far have long rap sheets.
You find out who shot the farmer?
No.
Okay.
Uh, it's sort of a coincidence, isn't it?
They'd pick someone with a body farm,
shot execution-style, right?
Y-You know what, I appreciate all your help so far,
but I'm gonna need you both to stay out of this now, okay?
I'm not gonna stop looking for my old partner.
And I wouldn't expect you to.
Hello.
Well, if it isn't Police Commissioner Ross Bogart.
Well, sure thing, just tell me when.
All right, I'll-I'll see you soon.
I'm being summoned downtown.
- By the commissioner? - It-It'll be fine.
He's a good guy. We go way back.
Eh, probably just wants my input.
So, I ran the names on the bodies that the cops ID'd,
and they don't really have a clear connection
other than the fact that none of them are gonna win
citizen of the year, if you know what I mean.
What about the dead farmer, Clive Sherman?
Oh, Randy's here. He's been looking into it.
Colter.
So, our boy Sherman's a pretty boring guy
if you don't count the mass grave on his property,
but I've been digging a little deeper.
Looking at his financials.
He's got huge deposits into his bank account every month.
Fifty Gs, sometimes 100.
A lot for a dairy farmer, right?
That's what I was saying.
And it's no surprise where it's coming from.
It's a shell company called Oak Park Holdings.
- Can you see who's behind it? - Yep.
Booyah. Got a name.
Zhan Menassian.
Armenian crime boss who runs the south end of Tacoma.
I've heard of this guy.
Colter, he's not someone you want to mess with him.
Okay. So...
Menassian, what, he's paying this farmer to bury the bodies?
Maybe the farmer wants to renegotiate,
threatens to talk?
So he got whacked.
And then Dobbs stumbled upon the secret.
Which would explain his disappearance.
You're not just gonna
walk up on him.
Yeah, man, by the looks of it,
Menassian's got his stuff on lock.
I'll walk up to someone close to him.
Can you find me an in?
I can do that.
Okay, Menassian's got a nephew and it's his driver.
Okay. You find where the car is now?
Sure.
Boom. Just sent you the address.
All right, got it.
So, this dude's hiding between this, uh, Caddy
and this water truck, right?
And he thinks that he's lost me.
But what he doesn't know is
that I can see his reflection right there in the Caddy.
So I wait for this guy to pop out,
and I grab the son of a bitch,
and all of a sudden, I swear to God...
he drops down on his knees
and he starts to pray.
And now I don't know what to do,
so I just let the poor guy finish
and I put the cuffs on him.
What could I do?
You left out the part
where you took him to St. Mary's on the way.
Well, I had to let him confess.
Get right with God, you know?
All right, story time's over. Come on.
You still keeping clean, Keaton?
Oh, not like you.
Big-shot commissioner now.
Hell, I bet you're doing Pilates with the mayor.
Well, Pilates is good for the core.
You, uh, may need to try it sometime.
What? I only put on ten pounds since I retired.
Okay, maybe 15.
- Thanks for coming down. - No problem.
- Happy to help. - Yeah.
Tell me again, how did you stumble into all of this?
We were looking for Dobbs.
- Who's the "we"? - Uh, Colter Shaw.
Yeah, Shaw. I ran him.
Are you sure you can trust this guy?
With my life.
Oh. So, back to Dobbs.
Well, he was looking into that dairy farmer got killed.
We tracked his phone location,
and that's when we found the bodies.
- This is gonna be a mess. - I'm aware.
Y-You got any idea who's involved in that, uh, body farm?
Yeah. Zhan Menassian.
We think that the Russian mafia
is making a move on the Armenians.
That's why they hit the-the farmer,
to expose Menassian's dumping ground.
Oh. It's gonna get ugly.
Yeah, well, this is why I'm putting my best guys
on the search for Dobbs.
But, listen,
I need you to step aside and leave this one alone.
I-I don't want you getting hurt out there.
Oh, come on, Ross.
Look, look, I know it's not in your nature,
but I'm asking you, please try hard.
I...
Can you at least tell me what you find?
You'll be my first call.
Just had a chat with my old pal.
- And? - He told me to stand down.
He thinks this is a turf war
between some Russian gangsters and a local crime boss,
Menassian.
Yeah, I got the same name.
Actually headed to meet him now.
Well, how the hell'd you manage to set that up?
I'll explain later.
Call you back after I talk to him.
- Don't... - Aw...
do that.
Hand it over.
Very good.
You're making
a big mistake, bro. You know whose car this is?
Zhan Menassian.
Then you know you're a dead man.
Call your uncle.
- You're crazy. - Call him now.
- And say what? - You set up a meeting.
- No bodyguards. - How am I supposed to do that?
I don't know, that's your problem. Call him.
Okay. Take me to him.
Let's go.
His bodyguards won't be far away.
I'll be on the lookout for 'em, then.
What?
It's not supposed to be open.
Let's go.
Go on.
Call him.
Uncle Zhan?
Joey! Help!
Yo, Colt, find that nephew?
Yep, and Zhan Menassian shot dead.
Mm! What?
Damn.
There's got to be security cameras in here, right?
Okay, hold on, man.
All right, uh...
All right, I got your location.
Let me see what I can find.
Need to know who else was here.
Bad news, bro.
It's black boxed. I got nada coming in or out.
Hold on a second. I got a camera here.
It's hardwired.
Be a way to tap into this thing, right?
I'm gonna see where it leads.
Hey, man, you got to get out of there.
Need more time.
Find anything?
Eh, got something.
Colter, I'm not kidding, man. You got to get out of there.
They'll be coming to check on their boss.
Yeah. Moving as fast as I can.
All right.
Found the security system. What am I looking for?
Uh, router, junction box.
- Got it. - Okay.
On the back there should be serials, MAC addresses.
Hey, man, you know what, just take pics,
send 'em to me and get the hell out of there, man.
Hey.
Hey. What the hell's going on?
Menassian was executed.
Here, look at this.
Randy, I'm here with Keaton.
All right. Hooking you into my feed.
And... we're a go.
- Menassian. - Yeah, just wait for it.
Dobbs.
What the hell?
And then he took his phone.
What the... None of this makes any sense.
Hold on a second. Can you play that back?
Right there. Stop.
What is that right there on the window...
what is that, a reflection?
Uh, yep. Right there with you.
Can you blow it up?
Uh-huh.
You're kidding me.
What? Who is it?
Lang.
Emile Lang.
Contract killer. Ruthless.
I-I thought he was dead.
Okay. Emile Lang.
He's been off the map for five years after killing a cop
at the Vortex nightclub.
And then, poof, he was gone.
Theory was somebody killed him.
Why the hell resurface now?
Maybe the Russians found him, hired him to move on Menassian.
Then why use Dobbs?
Lang must've grabbed him at the farm or...
- Maybe they're working together. - Mm, no way.
No, Lang works alone. Cold, uh, e-efficient.
There's got to be something we're missing here.
Randy, Dobbs has Menassian's phone.
Right? Is it still pinging?
Hold on.
Oh, hell yeah, it is. Wooded area south of you.
Got it. Okay, let's go.
I don't get why Lang's holding onto Dobbs.
I mean, what's he need him for?
Anything about Dobbs you're not sharing with me?
What do you mean?
I know you guys were partners.
- People have secrets. - Hey.
You don't know the guy.
Not ready to go there yet.
Let's go find him.
Definitely close.
Got something here.
Dobbs?
- I got him. - Dobbs?
Don't move. Don't move.
Oh, man, it's bad, isn't it?
He's in shock from all the blood loss.
- You got a first aid kit? - It's in my trunk.
All right, I'm gonna go get it and call 911.
Dobbs. Hey.
- Hey. - It was Lang.
H-He killed... the farmer.
Who's he working for, huh? The Russians?
Not... Russians.
W-Well, who was it, then?
Who's is this?
Menassian's.
I tried.
I'm sorry.
Dobbs?
Dobbs? Come on, buddy, wake up.
Wake up.
All right.
Hey, wake up!
You got a pulse?
He's gone.
Dobbs wanted us to...
look at Menassian's phone.
We don't have time for that.
This accident just happened, right?
Lang can't be too far.
- Can you call it in? - Yeah.
You find Lang, you let me know.
- He killed Dobbs. - I'll let you know.
- Just call it in, okay? - Will do.
I'm gonna go look for him.
Yes.
Retired Detective John Keaton.
Got an MVA and a homicide
south of Tacoma.
- You okay, man? - Get out of the way.
I'm not gonna say it again.
Yeah, just take it.
I wanted you to hear it from me.
- Yeah. - Dobbs is dead.
- What are you talking about? - Emile Lang resurfaced.
What do you mean, "resurfaced"?
Lang is the one who shot the farmer.
Dobbs figured it out, tried to stop him
- got killed. - The Russians must've hired him.
- Dobbs said it wasn't them. - Okay, well, then
the best I have to go on is that Lang
is taking down Menassian's operation
and somebody paid him to do it.
Any units out there yet?
Yeah, Simms is here already.
Okay, good, I'm heading over there myself. I want you to sit tight.
Hey.
I'm sorry about Dobbs.
Yeah. Me too.
I didn't work with him for very long, but he was a good guy.
I'm... I'm sorry, I got to take this.
Please.
Hey, Colter. You find Lang?
No. Not yet. He's injured.
Think he made it to the road.
Any idea where he went?
Maybe. Figured he's gonna need a car.
I had Randy look into it.
Looks like there was a gray Honda
that was carjacked not too far from here.
Well, that's got to be him.
That's what I'm thinking. I have Randy sending me the location now.
Okay, sit tight, I'm coming to pick you up.
Yep.
Hi.
Can I help you, sir?
Are you okay?
Got banged up on my motorcycle, hit a deer.
Gosh, I'm sorry.
Yeah, got to clean up before I get to my mom's house, or she...
- Oh. - she's gonna have a heart attack.
Hmm.
First, I got to take care of the deer.
Need a, um, a plastic tarp and some duct tape.
Yeah, we have them right over here.
And I'm gonna need a rifle.
Put the poor thing out of its misery.
How you holding up? You all right?
Processing. But... good.
Still trying to understand what Dobbs was caught up in.
People are complicated.
We can't possibly know everything about them.
- Hmm. - Even if you did...
At least
he tried to stop Lang.
But from what?
- What do the police say? - Bogart thinks
it's the Russians, told him it wasn't, but...
they're gonna do what they do until they reach a dead end
or figure Lang's next move.
- Our way's faster. - Yeah.
Supposed to wait back there for Bogart but, uh,
this is more important.
I got something from Randy here.
All right, looks like that carjacked Honda's
back on the move again, headed towards
this lake right here.
Let's go.
I'll get it.
Sorry to bother you.
We have a report of a neighborhood gas leak,
need to check your lines.
Okay.
I, uh, I don't know where...
Usually in the basement.
Down the hall. First door on your right.
I think we should have a talk.
Randy says this house belongs to an accountant, Bradley Weitz.
What is Lang doing here?
I don't see the Honda he highjacked.
Got to be here somewhere.
It's okay. I'm here to help you.
- Who are you? - The housekeeper.
Okay. Anything?
Rest is clear.
This man, Lang, was he here?
He tied me up.
He took my boss out to the garage.
Out in the back.
- You go. I got this. - He's gonna take care of you.
Okay? Okay.
What did Lang want?
He kept asking where she was.
Uh, someone called Cassie Lindstrom.
Does your boss know the name?
I don't know, but she's not here.
- That's him! - Shh.
Go in the bathroom. Lock the door. Go. Do it now.
- Go, go, go. - Okay.
Keaton.
- Hey! - I'm okay.
It was Lang. I'm okay.
- I'm okay. Go get him. - No, no, he's already gone.
Hang on, buddy.
Damn.
Keat...
Keaton?
Keaton? Hey. Hey!
Come on, buddy.
Okay, come on.
Come back to me, buddy, come on.
- Come on. - Stop that!
- Ow! - Yes, got to get you to the hospital.
Okay? Come on. On three, here we go. One, two, three.
Come on. Here we go.
Hey, are you able to reach Colter? He's not answering my calls.
Let's try him.
It's Colter. Leave a message.
Okay.
Come on, let's look for him.
Boom, there he is. He's on the move.
He's probably just got bad cell coverage.
I keep telling him to get a signal booster,
but he don't listen to me.
- Reenie, what is it? - It...
I did some digging into Menassian after you found
the payments he made to the dead farmer, and
he had an old shell company that was shut down six years ago
- due to fraud. - Okay.
I mean, it's not a big shock.
Yeah, well, then I pulled the records on the old company
and found some pretty notable transfers.
Look.
Clive Sherman, the farmer.
- Oldie but goodie. - Yeah, keep looking.
Nat Dobbs?
Keaton's old partner was on the take from Menassian?
- Yeah. - You got to be kidding me.
And I'm seeing a lot of numbered accounts with no names on 'em.
Yeah, I think a lot of these people are still on the take
from the new shell company.
Okay. Okay.
Let's go down this rabbit hole.
Come on, buddy.
Hey! Okay, hey. Listen to me.
Listen to me, you're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be all right.
Hey, listen to me.
Hey, hey. Keaton? Keaton, listen to me.
I need yourhelp with something.
The housekeeper... what else did she tell you?
Think. Think!
Lang's looking for... Cassie Lindstrom.
- Lindstrom. Who's Lindstrom? - Yeah.
Who is that?
Lindstrom's the same name as the cop
who died at Vortex nightclub.
The one Lang supposedly killed, right?
Right, Keaton? Hey, hey, listen to me.
You hang on, buddy.
I'm s... I'm sorry I got you into this.
- No. - I'm sorry, man.
No! Hey. We're not done yet, you understand?
We are not done yet.
Keaton, listen to me.
You want to get Lang? Hey!
- You want to get Lang? Yeah? - Y-Yeah.
You hang on, okay?
You hang on. Hang on, buddy.
You got this.