Insomnia

ELLIE: Didn't want to miss anything.

CHIEF NYBACK: Detective Dormer's not leaving for a few hours.

ELLIE: Good.

CHIEF NYBACK: Maybe you could drive him to Spencer's.

ELLIE: Sure.

ELLIE: Yes, sir.

CHIEF NYBACK: That's all, for now.

WILL: I have to get back.

CHIEF NYBACK: Too bad...

CHIEF NYBACK: Will, you can't blame yourself.

WILL: I had him!

CHIEF NYBACK: It's only gonna make you crazy.

WILL: And then I lost him. In the fog.

CHIEF NYBACK: About how long 'til you heard the suspect's second shot?

WILL: That's I.A.'s pit bull.

CHIEF NYBACK: Wants me to keep him posted on all your movements up here.

WILL: So far.

CHIEF NYBACK: What's the D.A. got them on?

WILL: Four unwarranted shootings, witness intimidation, and cocaine theft.

WILL: Nice kid.

CHIEF NYBACK: Got a love affair with police work. Drives me crazy with it.

WILL: Just after Leland Street.

CHIEF NYBACK: What's that, then?

WILL: What about your shoulder?

ELLIE: Don't worry. I'll have a cool scar.

WILL: No. But I covered it up. I lied.

ELLIE: Why?

WILL: Walter Byrd killed Kay Connell. Her things are in the house.

ELLIE: I know.

WILL: Byrd's dead.

WILL: It's legitimate.

ELLIE: Worth pursuing?

WILL: Not really.

ELLIE: Isn't that the difference between a good cop and a bad cop? A good cop can't sleep 'cause a piece of the puzzle's missing. A bad cop can't sleep 'cause his conscience won't let him. You said that once, remember?

WILL: Duggar called him?

ELLIE: About an hour ago. Said he was more than happy to cooperate.

ELLIE: But here's the thing. I retraced your exact steps according to your statement. You couldn't have seen Detective Eckhart from there. I mean, not in that fog.

WILL: Then change it.

ELLIE: How much closer would you say you were?

WILL: I don't remember.

ELLIE: Five feet? Seven feet?

WILL: I'm going back to the Lodge, Ellie. Still need to go through some of Kay Connell's school records.

ELLIE: Okay.

ELLIE: Oh, I shouldn't have...

WILL: It's okay. Happened a long time ago. He was killed in a fire. In New Mexico.

ELLIE: That must have been awful for you.

WILL: She your only sibling?

ELLIE: Twelve years younger.

WILL: I could say the same thing about you.

ELLIE: Oh. We always have play-offs in the middle of the night. It's the best time.

WILL: Who's playing?

ELLIE: The Puffins and the Hawks. We're in extra innings. The Hawks have a really good line-up this year.

WILL: This murder was in the papers, right?

ELLIE: Yeah. All over.

WILL: Call all of them from here to Anchorage. Tell them we now know that Kay Connell left the party with a dark blue knapsack, but we haven't recovered it yet. We can get it in by the morning editions.

WILL: Who's that?

ELLIE: The bartender at Darrow's. He was there Friday night.

WILL: Good. He's up next.

WILL: I want you to check this out, Ellie.

ELLIE: We already did.

WILL: Do it again.

ELLIE: But there wasn't any...

WILL: Typical seventeen year-old. She went to a party Friday night?

ELLIE: Down at a local dive the kids like to hang out in.

WILL: Don't give misdemeanors a bad rap.

ELLIE: But they're so boring. All small stuff.

WILL: It's all about the small stuff. Small lies. Small mistakes. Small oversights. People give themselves away in a traffic violation just as much as they do in a murder case. It's human nature.

WILL: Guess that's what they call Alaskan hospitality.

ELLIE: Don't worry about him...

WILL: You did your homework, Officer.

ELLIE: Actually...

WILL: My partner...

ELLIE: Detective Eckhart! I know! Welcome to Nightmute!

FARRELL: Oh, you know. Don't feel that much. Bullet went right through.

WILL: Right. Got lost in the rocks.

FARRELL: We'll get the other one, though.

WILL: Thanks.

FARRELL: I wish I'd had the chance to get to know him better. Take him fishing or something.

WILL: He would have liked that.

FARRELL: We just gotta catch the bastard, right?

WILL: That's why I'm here. I need to know exactly what you saw yesterday, Farrell.

FARRELL: What I saw?

WILL: Anything. It's important.

FARRELL: Sorry about...

WILL: Where is he?

WILL: That's right.

FRED: Mrs. Connell found this copy in the house. It's signed. Personally.

WILL: So?

FRED: This is a local writer. Kay had all his books. I think we should check it out.

WILL: No.

FRED: One of the paperbacks we found in Kay Connell's knapsack.

WILL: Good.

FRED: And something else that might interest you.

FRED: Forget your pager?

WILL: What?

FRED: I beeped you over two hours ago.

FRED: I'll call him now.

WILL: First I need a copy of the key.

FRED: Dormer. Still no sign of the bullet that went through Farrell.

WILL: I'm going to the hospital to talk to him now. You get the search party together. No fewer than thirty people. I'll meet you in exactly twenty-five minutes. Don't waste any time.

FRED: What are you doing here?

WILL: I told her to come.

FRED: I'll stick it in the evidence locker...

WILL: No.

WILL: We're sure it's hers?

FRED: Has her books in it.

WILL: Who was the last one to see her alive?

FRED: Randy Stetz. Her boyfriend. We've questioned him, searched his place. Didn't find anything.

FRED: She left the party early. Friends said she had a fight with her boyfriend and stormed out.

WILL: What time was that?

FRED: Around twelve-thirty.

FRED: No.

WILL: No fibers, skin flakes, hairs...

FRED: Like I said, no. We know about those things up here.

FRED: Are you sure about that?

WALTER: She'd come to me, sometimes in the middle of the night. Bruises all over her back, her upper arms. I pled with her to let me call the police, but she wouldn't hear it. Wanted to keep it a secret.

FRED: Randy Stetz?

WALTER: That's right.

WALTER: She wasn't happy. I was someone to talk to.

FRED: How do you mean?

WALTER: That boyfriend. Randy.

FRED: Where you signed this?

WALTER: That's right.

FRED: What happened at that signing?

WALTER: She flattered me about my writing. Asked if she could visit me. To talk about my books.

FRED: Did she?

WALTER: Yes. Not that much at first. But then she became more comfortable. Started visiting me every week...

HAP: I'm thinking I could get off with probation. Keep half my pension. That's all I want.

WILL: Goddammit, Hap. Think about what you're doing...

HAP: You don't have to be involved, Will.

WILL: You tell Buck and I'm involved whether I like it or not...

HAP: I wish I could stick it out like you. I just, with Trish and the kids...

WILL: Don't do this, Hap...

WILL: Looks like the natives are restless.

HAP: Will?

WILL: Well her mother didn't buy them for her.

HAP: What are we thinking?

WILL: Weston Dobbs killed an eight year-old boy and left him hanging in the basement like a piece of meat. You remember that?

HAP: You know I remember that.

WILL: One word to I.A. and he walks.

HAP: Maybe not. We could talk to Buck...

WILL: No way.

HAP: Cut some kind of a deal. I heard that's what Flynn's doing...

WILL: Mike Flynn's a dirty cop, Hap! We are nothing like Mike Flynn. We did what we needed to do to make sure that son-of- bitch Dobbs paid for what he did. And every bastard like him. We say one word about it and every case we ever brought in is going to blow wide open and they'll all walk. Every last one. And I am not going to let that happen. No deals. No compromises. No discussions.

WILL: We'll talk when we get back to Seattle.

HAP: When's that, a week? Two weeks?... We have to figure out a plan of action now.

WILL: You know my plan of action.

HAP: To do nothing.

WILL: That's right.

HAP: Dammit, Will. Warfield had me locked up in his office again for five hours yesterday. Five hours. Asking all kinds of questions...

WILL: He's asking everybody questions.

HAP: But he's zeroing in on me. On us. Everyone's talking about it.

WILL: He's just rattling your cage.

HAP: Well, I gotta tell you. With a wife, three kids, and a pension plan in the balance, it's rattling hard.

WILL: We say nothing. It goes away. Simple as that.

WILL: What do you want to talk about?

HAP: You know what about.

WILL: He knew exactly what we'd be looking for. Made sure to cover up all his tracks.

HAP: Even the best make mistakes.

WILL: They're all over everybody.

HAP: I.A.'s calling themselves the "Corruption Task Force." Can you believe that? Trying to root out any mistakes or "oversights" any other Detectives may have made over the years. They're turning it into a witch hunt. Something on the news about it practically every night.

HAP: Eight years.

WILL: Seven years.

RACHEL: What if someone finds out?

WILL: We're under investigation now. Back in Seattle. Hap wanted to talk. As soon as we got back. Thought he could work out some kind of deal.

RACHEL: Will.

WILL: There've been other cases. Where we've changed results. Pushed witnesses. Manipulated evidence. But Dobbs. I wanted Dobbs more than anything.

RACHEL: One of your cases?

WILL: Me and Hap. A year and a half ago. I knew the second I met Dobbs that he was guilty. Smug, cold. Dead eyes. We had circumstantial evidence, but nothing to tie him to it. Nothing concrete. Went over every inch of that apartment.

RACHEL: Will...I...

WILL: What is it?

RACHEL: There's a guy down the hall. Complaining about the noise. Says he can't sleep.

WILL: Fred Duggar?

RACHEL: No. He didn't say what his name was. Only that you were expecting him.

WILL: I'm not expecting anyone.

RACHEL: That's not what he thinks.

WILL: What did he look like?

RACHEL: I got it. Don't know why I bother. It's been broken for two years.

WILL: Habit.

RACHEL: Your friend's all business.

WILL: I'm always all business.

RANDY: Thought I smelled something.

WILL: Good to see you, too, Randy.

RANDY: I don't know.

WILL: You don't know.

RANDY: She didn't tell me.

RANDY: I don't know what you're fucking talking about.

WILL: Friday night, at the party - what'd you fight about?

RANDY: Stuff.

WILL: What kind of stuff?

RANDY: Just stuff. I don't fucking remember.

WILL: The other guy?

RANDY: I told you I don't remember.

WILL: After that she left the party to go to him.

RANDY: How should I know?...

WILL: Ran like hell to go to him...

RANDY: Fuck you, man! - I'm sick of all your fucking cop questions...

WILL: "She was nice." Wow. That makes me all soft inside. Ever occur to you she didn't love you back?

RANDY: Huh?

WILL: You heard me that time.

RANDY: She loved me. She wanted to see me every night.

WILL: But she was seeing someone else on the side.

WILL: Did you love her?

RANDY: Huh?

WILL: Kay Connell. Did you love her?

TANYA: It was like some big fucking secret!

WILL: What was?

TANYA: She kept saying she was gonna get out of here. Leave us all behind. That he was going to take her!

WILL: Who?

TANYA: My arm!

WILL: Who?

TANYA: She used some stupid code name.

WILL: What was it?

TANYA: Brody...I don't know... ...Something Brody!

TANYA: I don't know.

WILL: You don't know.

TANYA: She wouldn't tell me!

WILL: But you were such good friends...

TANYA: No...

WILL: Who was Kay seeing besides Randy Stetz?

WILL: You and Kay were like sisters?

TANYA: That's what I said.

WILL: Told each other everything. That why your picture's torn up in the top drawer of her bureau?

TANYA: Hey...

WILL: Thought you wanted something fun...

WILL: You want me to take you somewhere?

TANYA: Long as it's fun.

TANYA: I was her best friend.

WILL: Best friend?

TANYA: Since grade school.

WILL: That's a long time.

TANYA: We were like sisters. Knew everything about each other.

WILL: Must be tough for you. What happened.

TANYA: I never met anyone from Seattle before.

WILL: You're not missing much.

TANYA: What are you doing in this shit-hole town?

WALTER: Wild card.

WILL: Drop the gun, Walter.

WALTER: Where's your back-up?

WILL: No back-up.

WALTER: You're not following procedure.

WILL: Procedure went out the window a long time ago.

WALTER: Yes. Like that.

WILL: This an accident, Walter?

WALTER: If you want it to be...

WILL: Couldn't get it up, Walter?

WALTER: It was when I went to kiss her. She started laughing. I got angry. After all I'd given her. All I'd shared with her. I just wanted to make her stop. That's all.

WILL: I told you that was an accident!

WALTER: Then so was mine...

WILL: Don't you pull that shit with me.

WALTER: I didn't want to kill her, Will.

WILL: What the hell do you know?

WALTER: Kay told me. She comes to me, you know. Tells me things. About you. About me.

WALTER: I thought maybe we could talk some more.

WILL: There's nothing more to talk about.

WALTER: But we work so well together...

WILL: Randy Stetz is in jail.

WALTER: Told you I could write an ending.

WILL: Congratulations.

WILL: What about him?

WALTER: He. Well, he...

WILL: You gave her gifts.

WALTER: Yes.

WILL: Expensive dresses. A heart necklace.

WALTER: Yes.

WILL: Doesn't sound like a mentor to me.

WALTER: I gave her things she didn't have. Couldn't have.

WALTER: No.

WILL: But you wanted to.

WALTER: I was a mentor to her.

WALTER: She was only seventeen.

WILL: But she was an attractive girl.

WALTER: I suppose.

WILL: Did you have sex with her?

WALTER: Down at the station?

WILL: Yes down at the station.

WALTER: I'm sorry?

WILL: I said you're going to get a phone call.

WALTER: Oh?

WILL: Kay Connell had a signed copy of one of your books.

WALTER: Thought you might find that.

WILL: You're going to be brought in for questioning.

WALTER: No game.

WILL: The phone call. The knapsack.