Damn.
His name's Don...
Ekler.
We did a gang-tech training session last year.
Nice guy.
Gun's still in his holster.
Must have been caught by surprise.
Hey, Sutton. Yeah?
Anybody see what happened?
Not so far.
The shooter might have thrown the gun in the river
and stayed close, so make sure to get solid I.D.S
and contacts from all these folks.
Will do. Do we know where his partner is?
Sutton, I'll -- I'll fill the detectives in. Yes, ma'am.
Officer Ekler said he had to meet someone.
His partner, Clay Williams, dropped him off,
went to get coffee.
He was nearby, so he was first on the scene.
Ouch. Yeah.
I had a uniform take him down to the station
so he wouldn't get in the way of the investigation.
We should grab the log and calendar from their patrol car,
see if he wrote anything about a meeting.
They are in my car.
I didn't want them to get borrowed.
Turns out, officer Ekler is being investigated by I.A.
What are they saying he did?
I don't know. It's all private till the charges are filed.
The man's dead. Can't they just let it be?
Apparently not.
Dwight, I want you to work with I.A. on their investigation.
You want us to babysit?
No.
I convinced I.A. to let Dwight work with their detective.
You'll be with me.
Splitting Dwight and I up
is dumber than a three-legged mule in a horse race.
Lieutenant, n-no disrespect, but we're a team.
I mean, can't you just take somebody else and put them with I.A.?
Boys! A cop is dead.
Do you really want to waste time
arguing about how I manage this department?
I have to go notify his wife.
Dwight, you should come with me.
You act as I.A.'s representative
and report back to them anything that we might learn.
Maybe that'll keep them away from the house for a while.
All right, take the GTO, go to the station.
We just got to find the guy who killed this cop.
♪ I'm goin' to Memphis ♪
♪ where the beat is tough ♪
♪ Memphis ♪
♪ I can't get enough ♪
♪ oh, well, it makes you tremble ♪
♪ and it makes you weak ♪
♪ gets in your blood, that Memphis beat ♪
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You know this I.A. investigation's
gonna be bogus, don't you?
That's why I want you with them --
Make sure they do the job right.
If officer Ekler's dirty, we'll have to accept that.
If he's not, he's a cop.
You'll make sure he gets the honor he deserves.
Well, if it is bogus,
can I bail and get back to our investigation?
I'd expect nothing less.
Hi.
Hi. Mrs. Ekler, I am lieutenant Tanya rice.
This is detective Dwight Hendricks.
We're with MPD. May we come in?
What's this about?
Mom, can I have a fudgsicle?
Jack, honey...
H-hey, Jack.
I-I'm Dwight. I work with your dad.
And I'd love a fudgsicle,
if that's okay with your mom.
Sure.
Hey, buddy.
Let's go out back.
Okay.
What position do you play?
Shortstop.
You must have range and a good arm, huh?
I'm okay.
So, you work with my dad?
Yep.
Did he tell you about the gun? Am I in trouble?
Your dad caught you playing with his gun?
He was really upset,
told me not to ever do it again.
Well, you're not in trouble, Jack,
but my dad was a cop, too, so I know how mad a dad can get
if you mess with their gun.
Guns are dangerous.
If you ever see one,
just leave it alone and tell an adult straightaway.
Will you do that for me?
Thanks for talking to me, Jack.
You're welcome.
Ma'am, I'm sorry for your loss.
I-I wish I didn't have to bring this up right now,
but Jack told me about finding Don's gun the other day.
I can't believe that.
Don was always so careful.
I didn't press it.
I just wanted to make sure you knew.
Thanks.
Mrs. Ekler gave me a list of Don's friends and associates.
I'll make you a copy you can share with I.A.
Hey.
Come on.
Hey. We just got started.
Clay, this is my partner Dwight Hendricks.
Detective.
Me and whitehead, we got a few questions.
I already told him -- Don's the best partner I ever had.
Of course, and we don't want to disrespect his memory.
But someone shot him, Clay -- Point blank.
It wasn't a stranger. It was personal.
I hope not.
Say what's on your mind, Clay.
Whatever it is, it's gonna come out.
Two weeks ago, Friday.
I remember the day 'cause -- 'cause Fridays,
we always eat breakfast at Juniper's.
Don told me he'd done something he wished he hadn't.
What sort of something?
He didn't want to go into it.
He just, uh... He said something
about a.. A fight at the whiskey snake.
The bar over on union? Yeah.
He give you a name, tell you what the fight was about?
Nah, he just... He just said that...
He was afraid he might lose his job over what he did.
And he'd been on edge ever since.
Detective Ryan.
"Claire."
Dwight Hendricks.
Do you want to get something to eat?
I'll bring you up to speed on the investigation?
Sure. This is a great restaurant -- Classic Memphis.
The only place I've found here I really like.
Are you kidding? This town's full of good food.
Must have missed it.
So you left the whiskey snake bar. Then what happened?
These dudes jumped me. Because...?
When we were inside, one of them had a shirt with the sleeves cut off.
I made a joke.
"Dog the bounty hunter called. He wants his shirt back."
Look, I'm not saying it's the smartest thing I ever said.
But does that mean the guy and his two buddies
get to beat me up in the parking lot?
Two buddies? The arrest report only mentions two men total.
No, there were three of them.
You recognize this guy?
A cop, right?
He showed up and took one of the dudes away.
I wouldn't have noticed,
what kind of thing?
The cop wasn't happy with the guy.
I couldn't hear what it was about.
Can you describe the man?
White, medium tall, blond.
His shirt had sleeves.
That's good to know.
So Don took custody of a perp and let him walk?
That's not enough to get him fired.
Also doesn't seem to be enough to get him murdered.
We need to I.D. him.
I'll get Sutton to pull the security video from the car.
You call the other officers involved in the arrest,
see if they can tell us anything.
Yes, ma'am.
I heard you took the lieutenant's exam last month.
Yeah?
Tough test.
I remember how much material there was to cover.
Next time you take it, you let me know.
I'll give you some days off to study.
Why would you help me pass the test?
Dwight thinks the world of you, so you must be a good cop.
It just looks to me like you're coasting to 20.
You ought to be awfully glad right now that you're a woman.
Then there's your attitude.
Charlie white, you don't belong in my department.
And if I have to get you promoted to get you out of it,
that's what I'm gonna do.
Ekler had a connection with a group of white supremacists.
Allegedly had a connection.
Resistance militia is the best guess
at who these guys are.
They're involved with underground gun sales.
Mpd gets a tip about where they're holding the cache of weapons.
Tactical unit gets there, guns are gone.
It's like they just cleared the place out.
Well, maybe it was a bad tip.
The tip was solid.
And officer Ekler was part of the tactical squad
that knew about the raid.
And now he's conveniently dead and easy to blame.
Well, he wasn't dead when I cleared most of the others involved.
Look, internal affairs allowed you into this investigation.
I will happily let you out.
I'm sorry. I am not using my manners.
My mother would be ashamed of me.
Hi, I'm Dwight.
Claire.
We should go to Ekler's house.
Here you go.
They make a great meatloaf.
Here are the preliminary forensics on the Ekler shooting.
You know, when I first got on the street,
I thought about getting shot pretty much every day.
Sometimes, to take the edge off,
I'd imagine the government stepping in
and giving me these, uh, these robot parts, you know,
to make me faster or stronger.
Yeah, wait till you have kids.
There won't be anything that takes the edge off.
The bullet that killed Ekler had an armor-piercing tip.
For getting through bulletproof vests.
Whoever met Ekler at the park brought that bullet with him.
He wanted to kill a cop.
I just assumed the boy was talking about
his father's sig p229, so I didn't follow up.
So Ekler could be involved with illegal guns.
Could be, or my assumption was right
and I'm making something out of nothing.
Let's go easy on the kid.
I'm not some I.A. idiot, Dwight.
I was a beat cop in St. Louis for five years.
Why, if you don't mind me asking, uh,
do you work in MPD's internal affairs department?
'Cause I got to a glass ceiling I couldn't break through.
I wanted to move up, and this is the job I got.
I don't understand why an I.A. officer
would be involved in the investigation Don's murder.
I wish I could tell you more, but I can't.
Mrs. Ekler, you have my word --
I'm gonna look out for don the best I can.
Okay, Stacy, I polished these shoes --
Sorry.
Uh, detective Hendricks, Ryan, this is Joey Ekler.
He's Don's cousin.
We're sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Joey was like a little brother to Don.
They lived near each other their whole lives.
I'm gonna drop these shoes off at the funeral parlor
before I get to work, okay?
Thank you, Joey.
I'm sorry, Stacy.
I'm so sorry.
Nice to meet y'all.
What do you need?
Well, I-I think I might have misunderstood Jack
when he told me about the gun,
and I'd like to talk to him again.
The boy said he was chasing a spider,
found the gun on top of a long box.
Up here.
You made a promise to that woman
you might not be able to keep.
Well, burying someone you love is hard enough
without knowing he's being investigated.
I'm just giving her something to hold on to
to get through the day.
We'll deal with the rest when we get there.
Looks like all the serial numbers have been filed off.
I'll authorize overtime for ballistics.
Box of guns, armor-piercing bullets.
Looks like Ekler double-crossed his friends
at the resistance militia, paid the price.
Double-crossed his friends?
How about he just did some good police work
and tracked down the guns himself after they went missing?
Right, and just decided not to turn them in.
You're too smart to actually believe that.
What I believe is we don't know nearly enough to draw conclusions about --
Okay, okay.
Listen up, people! Everybody!
Just a reminder --
Don Ekler's funeral is the day after tomorrow.
Dress blues.
The wake starts in half an hour.
Claire, I need you to sign some papers in my office.
Get the door.
How much do you know about Dwight Hendricks?
Decorated cop, sings on the side.
Did you know his father was killed in the line of duty?
I did not know that, no.
I think that is why
he is especially sensitive to this situation,
which is why I put him with you.
Dwight will not rest until the facts are known.
I'm after the facts, too, lieutenant rice.
Yes, but his heart and mind will be open
to the possibility that Don is innocent
until the opposite can be proven beyond a reasonable doubt.
Can you say that?
You actually believe
Ekler was conducting his own investigation?
I'm not saying that I do.
But I do believe that we should finish our investigation
before we throw a fellow officer under the bus.
Then she has the nerve to tell me
that I don't belong in the department.
I mean, I bust my hump. I looked at videos all day long here.
I've talked to every single cop that he's ever known.
Well, push back. Let her know she's wrong.
I'm stuck in the car with her until this investigation's over with.
I can't do that.
"Coasting."
She said I was coasting.
I mean, is that the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard?
Look, even on your worst day, you're better than most.
Oh, so what does that mean? Like I have a worst day?
Is that what you're saying?
You're a great cop.
I sure hope this I.A. investigation
goes the right way.
Yeah, me too.
When Don and I were rookies,
a few of us filled sergeant Anders' locker
with shaving cream as a prank.
And he opened the door, and it all came flooding out.
He was white from the waist down.
He came storming through the precinct,
looking for the culprits.
Don -- He looked at me. He knew I'd done it.
He also knew Anders hated me.
So, he stepped up.
He said, "it was me.
I'm the jerk."
See, Anders liked Don, so he couldn't help but laugh.
That's the kind of guy don Ekler was.
That's right.
He had your back...
No matter how stupid you were.
♪ We are traveling in the footsteps ♪
♪ of those who've gone before ♪
♪ but we'll all be reunited ♪
♪ on a new and sunlit shore ♪
♪ oh, when the saints go marching in ♪
♪ oh, lord, I want to be in that number ♪
♪ oh, when the saints go marching in ♪
♪ oh, when the saints ♪
♪ go marching in ♪
♪ oh, when the saints go marching in ♪
♪ lord, I want to be in that number ♪
♪ when the saints go marching in ♪
To Don.
To Don! To Don! To Don! To Don!
All right.
All right!
Good morning.
Morning. Yeah.
Oh, man.
Wow.
This place is something.
Can you please not talk so loudly?
I heard you were an Elvis impersonator.
No, man.
I just admire the man.
I play lots of people's songs.
All right, well, I spent last night
pushing ballistics to finish the tests on the guns,
hoping that maybe we could find a name
that would tie us to Ekler -- No dice.
But what I did find is that one of the guns
was used in a robbery 18 months ago, and there was a suspect.
There was an address in the file. Place is bogus.
Wait, so you came over here at the crack of dawn --
9:00.
To tell me you've been up all night working,
you got nothing to show for it?
How about that?
Carol stream lane.
That's a real place.
Why isn't it on the map?
Well, it's not a GPS kind of place.
It's a Memphis kind of place.
I'll get my pants.
I see why this place didn't make the map.
This land was owned by Harold stream in the '50s.
He was gonna build the community of tomorrow.
He laid out roads, named them after his kids.
This being a tribute to his daughter, Carol, I assume?
She's a nice woman.
Her dad ran out of money.
The development died, but the names stuck.
Ish.
How was the wake?
You mean did his resistance militia buddies show up
to throw one back?
Believe it or not, Dwight, I hope he's a good guy, too.
Mpd. Open up.
There's somebody inside.
Come out with your hands up!
Got a runner!
He was about 6 foot.
5'10".
Brown hair.
Dark -- Dark brown.
I'm just trying to help.
We found tread marks up on Dolores stream road,
so he's got a car.
So maybe the blockade that we set up will catch him.
Hey, he was making bullets.
We found powdered metals,
what's left of a swaging press, and PTFE.
Sounds like a manly dysfunction.
Teflon -- For the tips of armor-piercing bullets.
Hey, she's bleeding.
What? What?!
You know what? I need you to talk my guy.
He was coming right over here.
Hey.
How you two doing?
Well, aside from having a fire alarm going off in my ears,
I'm fine.
You know, first the guns, now a bullet factory.
Ekler was knee-deep into something, Dwight.
I got to call the chief.
Not yet.
I can't let the department give him an honor guard
and then find out he's a white supremacist.
Please, Tanya.
Jack Ekler's got to grow up without his dad.
You know, believing he died a hero --
It's gonna help him make sense of it.
He might not be.
Look, the funeral's tomorrow morning at 10:00 A.M.
Just give me till sunup to find the guy who tried to blow us up.
Chances are, he killed Ekler --
Or at least knows something about it.
If I come up short,
you'll have plenty of time to do what you got to do.
Please.
Fine.
What?
I said "fine"!
Sutton, can you find a place
for detective Ryan to sit, please?
Sure thing.
Greenback, here's the sketch of our collective description.
Looks like every guy I went to high school with. Mm-hmm.
Why does it feel like we're looking for a needle in a haystack?
'Cause we are looking for a needle in a haystack.
Hey, mama.
Hey, son. Looks busy tonight.
Yeah, we're on a deadline.
Are you?
All right, then I won't keep you.
I brought your daddy's hat.
Thank you, mama.
I must have lost mine
when I was moving all my stuff out of Alex's house.
It's awfully clean for having been in a box for 30 years.
Well, I brush it off every now and again.
You know, no point in letting it go to seed.
You going to the funeral tomorrow?
Well, you know when an officer falls,
I always try to pay my respects.
I'll see you there.
Thank you, mama. Mm-hmm.
The owner of that trailer died two years ago.
Widow had no idea anyone was using it.
The tools from the trailer are back from the lab.
They pull any prints?
Well, none that are in the system.
These are all mechanical tools.
Well, meaning what?
I got a set of tools at home.
I bought the basics all at once when I was young,
you know, and then I added tools as I needed them.
I'd get the best tool I could afford that day.
Maybe this guy works at mechanical.
You know, he'd get a discount.
That's why they'd all be from there.
We should call the stores,
get names for employees that match our guy's description.
All right.
I'm sorry. Did we startle you?
Maybe you thought you'd blow us to kingdom come
and you'd never have to see us again.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, we are talking about a bullet factory,
a dead cop.
I didn't kill anybody.
Please, man, you got to let me out of here.
That's not gonna happen.
I just got paid to make bullets.
I know you're scared, Travis,
but you're in between a rock and a hard place.
I mean, we got you, and they know we got you.
They'll assume you talked, no matter what you do.
We are your only hope.
We catch them, they're not gonna hurt you.
Tell us about the de cop.
When I went to g paid, I overheard this conversation.
These guys, they got this thing coming up,
this big event that they got planned,
and I think that the cop,
was gonna tell his bosses about it.
And they didn't like that idea.
Was he a part of the group?
No. He had a friend in the group.
And that guy, he screwed up somehow,
and they were pretty pissed at him.
You got an I.D. On the friend?
Any information about this big event?
No. And I don't know anything more.
I-I swear to God, I don't know anything more.
I wouldn't sell yourself short, Travis.
Start writing down the names
of all the people you've been in contact with.
Is that enough to get Don Ekler his funeral?
Yes, sir.
Given the timing, the guy from the whiskey snake --
He must be involved in the shooting somehow.
If he's actually a friend of Ekler's,
he might show up at the service.
I'll tell everybody to keep an eye out.
It's okay.
Come on.
Hey, Jack.
This sucks, doesn't it?
I don't want to be here.
I know.
Listen, why don't -- Why don't you and me
just take a -- A deep breath, okay?
I'm gonna be right here with you, all right?
"God is our refuge and strength,
"an ever-present help in trouble.
"Therefore, we will not fear,
"though the earth give way
"and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
"though its waters roar and foam
"and the mountains quake with their surging,
"be still and know that I am God.
"I will be exalted among the nations.
I will be exalted in the earth."
They're gonna fire the rifles three times, okay?
Let everybody know your dad was a hero.
Ready.
Aim. Fire.
Ready.
Aim. Fire.
Ready.
Aim. Fire.
He stayed the entire service, but he didn't seem particularly interested in the goings-on.
Well, he doesn't fit the description
of the guy from the whiskey snake bar.
Yeah, maybe it's nothing, but I'm gonna go talk to him,
see what his connection with Don was.
Davey, you're looking mighty handsome today, buddy.
Thank you, sir.
It's hard to look your best in a monotone.
A man needs contrast.
I look like a big blue whale.
Little blue whale.
Oh, come on, now. A handsome little blue whale.
You guys.
I'm just saying, just...
You know? Yeah. Yeah.
Damn!
Yeah, that went well.
Yeah, he didn't want to talk.
I guess not.
And, apparently, he loves his mother.
Fingerprints I.D. him as Richard Turner.
Did a year for extortion in the late '90s.
Clean since.
He's got a resistance militia tattoo.
I guess that's confirmation he's a part of the group.
What was this asshole doing at the funeral?
Just watching, as far as I could tell.
We just don't know who or what.
Who's gonna talk to him?
Well, he punched Dwight,
so that's a tough start to a conversation.
You two aren't great choices, being not white and all,
so... I guess that leaves me.
Can't argue with his logic.
The walls have ears.
Now, you can sit or not. It don't matter to me.
I'm fine.
You don't need a whole trailer of these to kill one cop.
Now, you got something going on.
And what you need to know is that the ATF
is about to put you in some serious deep freeze --
No phone calls, no lawyers, no nothing.
You just go away to somewhere like Cuba or Wyoming --
Somewhere real spooky.
That's B.S., and you know it.
Oh, yeah? You think so?
What, in the United States of America... What is going on?
I'm hoping just a bit of theater.
Got to admit, that's some damn fine police work.
Well, you just wait and see.
What I'm saying to you is
is that whatever you got going on
and wherever it is that you think you're going,
you ain't gonna get there.
So, if there's anybody that you want me to call
and let them know that you "ain't available,"
you better write it on this pad of paper.
So, Richard Turner has whitehead call his wife.
She hangs up and calls here. Why?
Must have called to say he wasn't coming to the meeting.
This is sure a lot of people
for an out-of-the-way spot.
Arkansas trs482.
I'll contact Arkansas for I.D.
Your team's done a really good job with this case.
Yeah, but you don't want to pay them any compliments.
They get cocky.
Can I ask you something?
What's with the singing?
I just like music.
I like to perform.
Always have.
I need another sd card.
Okay, that was, um -- Yeah, sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't know -- I didn't mean to --
I thought you -- It's okay. It's fine.
No, that was...
A group like this getting together -- That's a big risk.
Must be about whatever big event they got planned.
My contact at the FBI had nothing to add.
Apparently, the bureau thought
that the resistance militia had died out last year
when the founder got arrested --
Ron Nelson -- For illegal arms sales.
How long did they put him away for?
Trial's not over.
The judge in the case received death threats.
Federal marshals are making him wear a bulletproof vest
for the duration of the trial.
Sentencing begins the day after tomorrow.
So the armor-piercing bullets weren't for Ekler.
They were for the judge. That's their big plan.
I'll be damned. Ekler was collateral damage.
Call us in the car with the judge's address.
Judge Winslow!
I'm over here.
We're with the MPD.
Your wife told us you were out here.
We -- We need you to come back inside.
I'm walking my dog.
Sir, you don't have your vest on.
For 15 minutes, I'd like to pretend
my life is a little more normal.
Your honor, resistance militia
has gotten their hands on armor-piercing bullets,
and they're pretty serious about doing you harm.
So, let's just come inside.
Get him back inside!
Mpd! Get out of the truck slowly!
Put your hands where I can see them!
You think one of these men shot Don?
Maybe.
This is Raymond Edwards.
He, uh, lives in west Memphis, works construction.
He's been arrested a couple times for assault.
This is Chuck Martin.
What'd he do?
Well, today he tried to kill a federal judge
over in Germantown heights.
Germantown heights?
You should talk to Joey -- Don's cousin.
Why Joey?
He's a security guard over there --
Has been since last summer.
I mean, maybe he saw something.
I'm gonna show you a six-pack of pictures.
I want you to take a good look and tell me if any of these guys
is the third man from your assault.
Okay.
Take your time.
I don't have to.
That's the guy.
Watch your head.
You can uncuff him, Sutton.
You sure?
So, Stacy said you and don were like brothers.
We were.
Yeah, I've got an assault victim
who says, uh, he kept you from getting arrested.
I guess that's what brothers do.
Yeah, we know, uh, your friends that night
were resistance militia members.
Yeah, Don knew, too.
That's why he told you about the raid on the guns.
Don didn't tell me anything.
Okay, then how'd those guns end up in his garage, Joey,
unless you hid them there?
I don't know.
Hey, Don found the guns, all right?
And realized you put his family at risk, and he got mad.
And the militia, they got nervous and decided he had to go.
You know who killed him,
but you've decided to protect a bunch of jackasses
instead of standing up for your own brother!
Stop, man. Hey, hey.
A bullet pierced through his armor and into his chest.
And he died right here... Trying to breathe,
hoping to make it home to Jack.
I know!
I was here.
I shot him.
I didn't mean to.
I swear I-I did not mean to do it.
What happened, Joey?
They gave me the gun and said if I didn't do it, someone else would.
And I thought if I just scared don off, it might be enough,
but Don wouldn't back down, man.
I pulled the gun out,
and he just kept moving towards me, and I just got all...
I got all scrambled.
I heard the gun go off, and I saw him stagger back.
I'm sorry.
Put your hands behind your back.
I'm sorry.
Sir, put your hands behind your back.
Detective, do you have the 139 --
Done.
What about the incident reports --
Done.
As are the out-day reports,
the verification of forensic on the initial shooting,
and the 10-41 on the explosion at the trailer.
Done, done, done.
Thank you.
Nice work.
You're welcome.
"Coasting," my ass.
Hey.
I tried that barbecue place on Beale street.
Great, right?
Nah.
Listen, I wanted to talk to you about your report.
I know don Ekler made a mistake
telling his cousin about the raid,
but it was just a mistake.
I know you were supposed to find the leak,
but being that we'll never know the full truth of what happened,
I just -- I'm wondering if there's way
to look at the whole man when you write your report.
Well, I'm sorry, but the report's already written.
I'm gonna go have some breakfast.
♪ ... You're standin' too close to the flame ♪
♪ once I mess with your mind ♪
♪ your little heart it won't beat the same ♪
♪ lord, I'm a ramblin' man ♪
♪ don't mess around with any ol' ramblin' man ♪
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