Previously on AMC's Low Winter Sun...
You should work your case the way you see best.
We're killing him. It's the end of the story.
Not with me.
Brendan didn't go anywhere.
He was put in the river.
He didn't deserve this.
I think Joe might have killed Brendan.
What about Frank?
I signed off to hide the bad work that Brendan done.
I signed off because I trusted you, you sociopath!
- She got to me. - They've got a way of doing that.
I did what you said. I disappeared.
Ahh!
Where the hell is Joe Geddes?
( thunder rumbling )
Agnew: First year?
Huh?
Is this your first year?
Yeah.
You do most of the driving?
We switch off.
Yeah, most of the time, me.
They go away.
What?
The nerves.
Put the hours in, see enough...
the job'll take care of 'em, you won't even notice.
Dispatch: Unit three one, respond, over.
Unit three one, suspect in custody.
Currently interviewing caller. 10-23, over.
Dispatch: Thank you, three one.
Dispatch says, "Thank you."
Must be nice.
You're a cop?
Detective.
A lot of people looking for you, Detective.
What did you do, they want you back in Detroit so bad?
( car door opens )
Unit three one, over.
Dispatch: Go ahead, three one, over.
Officer #2: Yeah, where are we with DPD?
Are they sending somebody up here or what?
Dispatch: Detroit PD is requesting unit three one and backup
to escort suspect to their central precinct.
7302 Woodward Avenue, over.
Officer #2: 10-4, over.
How much gas we got?
Officer: Three-quarters tank.
( car engine starts )
( "Hustlin'" plays )
♪ I ain't no quitter ♪
♪ I'm in for a pound ♪
♪ Ain't nobody ♪
♪ Gonna hold me down ♪
♪ Hustlin' in the Motor City ♪
♪ Hustlin', just tryin' to get down ♪
♪ Down, down, down ♪
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Radio host: Hey, anyone pick up that newspaper yet?
Anyone read that front page?
Them first five, ten pages?
Chapter 9. And, no, that ain't what chapter I'm on on the latest
Wahida Clark paperback. That's bankruptcy, people,
and it's on its way, if it ain't already happening.
And you just sitting there waiting on the bus. Well, guess what?
The bus ain't coming, 'cause the bus ain't got no gas!
Yeah, they just cut the driver's salary by 15%.
That fool's gonna look up and see that check
that the city's paying him after filing
Chapter 9 and he's gonna drive that bus
and all his passengers straight into the river.
- And the fire department ain't gonna fish 'em out. - No, they ain't.
Radio host: You know why? 'Cause they got the same 15% cut too.
Dudes picking up trash? The police? My God.
You cutting the salary of this crooked-ass police force?
You just made a whole new generation of dirty cops.
Even the good ones, hell, try getting one of them
to take a call from Highland Park now.
Highland Park, pfft, you dead.
Mm-hmm, yeah, it's over.
You might as well grab your favorite blanket
and lace up your best pair of shoes 'cause you getting ready
to get put in a pine box, baby.
Some dark pages in this paper this morning.
Dark.
( phone ringing )
Geddes. Leave a message.
They buried Brendan between two Polacks.
They ain't watering the grass.
What else?
Uh...
I haven't eaten. I haven't slept.
I feel like a god.
Yo, Mr. Agnew. It's Trey.
I ain't heard from you and I need my ride.
No offense, but your whip sucks.
No, seriously, where you at?
( beeps )
Frank, this is your lieutenant. Call me.
Call me when you get this no matter what time it is.
We gotta talk and we gotta talk now.
( knocking )
- Is your dad here? - Who are you?
- I'm Frank. I work with your dad. - I don't know you.
- Dawson! - Dad!
Dad!
- Dawson! - Dad!
Dad!
The hell you doing here?
You wanted to talk.
Something wrong with your phone?
You need to resign.
Wait in the car.
You need--
Come in my house telling me what I need to do.
What the hell did you eat for breakfast?
A swimming pool, Charles?
That is a guy cleaning your swimming pool.
Comes every Monday. So what?
How does a cop and a nurse afford a swimming pool these days?
Huh? I take it Theresa's still a nurse, right?
You trying to say something, Frank?
Your shop is dirty. Your stats are shit.
You sign off on anything and everything that comes in front of you.
I trust the men below me.
McCann killed, Geddes cleaned,
Charlie Dawson tied a ribbon 'round it.
That has been going on for years. You need to resign.
And you murdered a cop.
Oh,
that shut you up?
It's a shame.
'Cause I still had this little part of me that thought "no way."
Thought Boyd was off into crusade land.
And I held onto that "no way" all last night.
Feels good letting it out.
Come marching in my house with that Lady Belle savior shit,
telling me I need to resign?
I mean, that's some epic desperateness, ain't it?
Letting in the anger now.
Letting in the hate.
And it feels good.
You ain't working for me no more after this. You got that?
- I wouldn't want to. - It don't matter what you want!
This is not coming back on the department, do you understand?
I will not let it.
This gets out, takes everybody down.
Forget about you and Joe.
- I mean Dani, LC-- - You.
Huh.
Homicide assigns killers to investigate their own killing?
We don't come back from that.
They'll burn this damn city to the ground.
Maybe it needs to burn.
That ain't for you to decide.
You get your ass back to the office and meet me there, all right?
We gonna have amnesia about this drive-by, right, Frank?
Frank.
( phone ringing )
Sean: Yeah?
Agnew: Did you score last night? Are you functional?
- Who is this? - It's me. You're in my house.
You're holding my phone in your hand.
Well, I could be holding it with my feet.
Shut up. Go look outside the window.
Tell me, do I still got a tail?
Yeah, okay, hold on.
( rustling )
Aww, yeah, new guy, looks like.
A better-looking car.
Right, listen. I'm gonna need every file I've got in the house.
Bring me everything you can carry.
Meet me five blocks east, two blocks south--
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Five east. Two south.
There's a basketball court. There's baskets, but no nets. Can you do that?
Yeah, okay.
You should move this coffee table, man.
- Do it! - It's ugly.
Woman on radio: My neighbor's an old man.
He don't bother no one, but he gots bad health, you see?
He ain't breathing good.
I calls up the EMT, "Get on over here!"
I grabbed what I saw. There's a shirt in there.
Police scanner too. Figured you might need it.
Here.
You wanna go to the Corridor?
Sure.
( car engine starts )
Sean: You know, that's some summer reading in there.
Yeah, your cold medicine wasn't helping me through "Judge Judy" last night,
so I took a peek at your files.
Yeah.
How's our girl in Chicago?
She's dead.
- What's going on, brother? - What's going on?
Yeah.
What's going on...
is I killed Brendan McCann.
How about that?
Yeah.
Okay.
I figured it was something like that.
You could turn yourself in, I guess.
Cop in prison, that usually ends well.
Then again, maybe they give you death.
Get yourself a room on the row.
Avoid the rapey parts.
'Course it takes a hell of a time before they strap you down and stick ya.
Yeah, you do get one of them last meals, yeah.
They let you go to town on one of them last meals, brother.
Uh-huh.
But...
it's probably gone pretty quick and then you're dead.
Pull over here.
The one with the boards.
I'm sorry she's dead, man.
That sucks.
But being alive can kinda suck sometimes too.
It's hard being alive, ain't it?
See ya, Frank.
( phone ringing )
Geddes: Feel like a god?
- The hell that's supposed to mean? - Hello, Joe.
And what the hell you doing at Brendan's grave?
You gonna mess up my good work.
And what good work is that?
Well, I got the boss all hyped up for this Michael Drake kid.
- Dawson's down for it. - Well, I'm not down for it.
I could ask you how your trip to Chicago went,
but you'd just lie to me.
I'm tired of lies.
Get yourself ready.
Why's that?
Oh, you coming for me, Frank?
No.
I'm turning us in today.
( phone beeps )
( police radio chatter )
Hello?
I'm trying to reach, uh, Melissa Goslin.
You're the sister of Dennis Goslin?
Okay, listen.
Your brother did not commit suicide.
I'm someone who knows.
Listen, you need to find an attorney.
An attorney, and tell him to request
DPD closed case file number 410-98.
I'm-- I'm someone who knows.
Write this down. File number 410-98.
That's right. Your brother did not commit suicide.
Anything else, Frank?
More coffee.
Hello, is this Desmond Bryant?
Husband of Letitia Bryant?
That's right. Detroit Homicide was in error.
My name is not important, but the file number is. Get a pen.
452-88.
That's right. 452...
It's not new evidence. It's old evidence
and it's a couple of dirty cops.
Assassinated. That's right.
( chatter continues )
( keypad beeping )
What up?
Trey.
Sorry it took so long to get back to you. It's been a long night.
Ain't asking questions.
Thanks.
See you at the gym.
Hey, the compartment in between your seats in the car...
I don't know if it's yours, but...
it's the wrong path.
You been good to me, Mr. Agnew, but you ain't my daddy.
You got a gift, Trey.
And I ain't the one needed ditching my car.
Sitting here hugging some police scanner.
And what's in between my seats--
didn't nobody say you could look in there.
Dawson: Hey, I'm looking at your desk right now and you're not there.
Come in or I will bring you in.
You listening? And one more thing.
Theresa's dad, he comes from money, okay?
That's how I afford my house.
I want you at your desk right now!
- Ma'am, my name is Frank Agnew-- - I know who you are.
I've got some new information about your son that I think you're gonna want to hear.
- Can I come inside? - Hell, no.
Get up out my yard. That's what you can do.
- My son ain't killed nobody. - No, I know that.
What's this new information you got?
You gonna tell me he raped a girl?
What, he rob a bank now?
Can't close the case so you want to finger him for it?
My son ain't killed nobody!
I got this whole damn block behind me and we will beat your ass out here, cop.
I promise you that. And we won't even think twice about it.
This is Damon Callis.
This is the man that killed your son.
Now you can say I gave this to you,
but my name ain't gonna mean shit soon, so...
that's your son's murderer.
And you're right about your boy.
He didn't kill anybody.
Don't let anybody tell you anything different.
( police radio chatter )
( radio chatter continues )
( scanner beeps )
Open transmission, radio priority.
Be on the lookout for Detective Frank Agnew.
DPD badge number 6907.
Use caution. Disposition to be determined.
- ( laughs ) - ( scanner beeps )
Open transmission, radio priority.
Be on the lookout for Detective Frank Agnew.
DPD badge number 6907.
Use caution. Disposition to be determined.
( scanner beeps ) Open transmission, radio priority.
Be on the lookout for Detective Frank Agnew...
( birds chirping, water lapping )
( grunting, yelling )
( panting )
( keypad beeping )
( phone rings )
Man: Hi, welcome to Cloud North Airlines.
- Are you a frequent flier member? - No.
All right. From here you can say,
"Check flight status" or "reservations."
Reservations.
Okay. Just a moment.
Woman: I have you on outbound flight 534 Detroit Metro
to Pearson International in Toronto.
Toronto to Frankfurt, Germany, at 7:00 PM.
That's a short window, so you may have to hurry.
- Okay, am I good? - You're all set, Mr. Agnew.
Teller: How may I help you? Yes.
And your name is...?
It's my money, I don't understand why there's a problem.
I'm not authorized to make the transaction. It's over my limit.
- It'll just be a second. - Yeah.
You hit me for three bucks every time I use someone else's ATM.
That happens in a microsecond.
I apologize, Mr. Agnew.
I've been with this bank for 16 years. You know that?
I was with you when you were Morrison Trust of Detroit.
Then that Chicago bank bought you out.
Then you were Kenmore. Then you were Forrester and...
you know, I've been loyal.
Hello.
Hello, how can I help you, Mister...
Teller: Mr. Agnew would like to close his account.
Yeah.
I want to withdraw my money.
All of it?
Yes.
Well, it looks like that would trigger a closing of your account.
Is there something wrong with the service you've been getting?
- No. - Okay.
All right, well,
you have over $18,000 in your two accounts.
I'm not sure we have that much cash on hand.
Okay, uh, yes.
Manager: Yes?
Yes, there is a problem with the service.
I've been waiting 20 minutes in your line.
I had to wait five more for you to get off the phone.
I've been with this bank for 16 years
and you had to look at the screen in order to know my name.
Four years ago, I came in here
when you were hoarding your bailout money,
I wanted to refinance,
you turned me down. You know what?
I do the job that keeps you all safe,
so I don't want to hear about "cash on hand."
It's my money!
Absolutely, Mister--
Mister what?
Look at the screen.
Come on.
( "Politicians" plays )
Can I help you?
You want a paper towel or something?
I need to send this overnight.
Okay.
You want to insure this?
If this doesn't get there, I'm gonna know why.
I am very good at finding people.
In fact, I am excellent at it. You understand?
Okay.
This is for you.
♪ They could care less about you, they could care less about me ♪
♪ As long as they are at the end of the place they want to be... ♪
( phone ringing )
Dawson.
Agnew: It's me.
Dawson: What are you doing out there, Frank?
Agnew: Running errands.
Dawson: Fielding some strange business today, Frank.
Anonymous phone calls, folks demanding copies of closed case files.
You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
- Ask Joe about that. - Geddes: Oh, I'm here.
Dawson: He's sitting across from me.
Geddes: You finished peacocking?
You ready to get back home?
Yeah, I am.
I'm at a gas station a few blocks from my house.
Ping my phone if you don't believe me.
Dawson: Drive yourself in, Frank.
Can't. totaled my car.
Tried to walk home, but I'm hurt.
You're gonna have to pick me up.
- Dawson: You all right? - No, I'm hurt!
Dawson: I'm gonna send a car over there for you right now.
The gas station you buy scratchers from, Joe.
Geddes: I know it.
Send the nearest guy before I change my mind.
Dawson: Stay on the line, Frank.
Frank, you there?
Frank?
Don't say anything stupid when they get there.
Frank.
( "You're a Prisoner" playing )
♪ You ask the Lord that you want to be free ♪
♪ It's about one thing you thought, but then you see ♪
♪ You may be thinking about being a better man ♪
♪ But you're still young, you don't want to take that stand ♪
♪ You can't run, you can't lie, you can't hide ♪
♪ You're locked inside ♪
♪ Your time's up, you're a wasted man ♪
♪ No one was sure when you ran ♪
♪ You're a prisoner, a prisoner ♪
♪ A prisoner, a prisoner ♪
♪ You're a prisoner, a prisoner ♪
♪ A prisoner, a prisoner... ♪
Hey!
45 Cecil Fielder. Is that a joke?
Excuse me?
Keep ripping 'em down, misery's money, right?
Giving it back to the prairie.
There was a family used to live there, the Millers. They were good people.
- Yeah, I'm sure they were. - Yeah. It's not a joke.
Give me that one more time, huh?
Give me that one more--
♪ You're a prisoner, a prisoner ♪
♪ A prisoner, a prisoner, a prisoner... ♪
- ( groans ) - Mind your own business.
Yeah.
Great job you got there. Job to be proud of.
Asshole.
( car engine starts, tires screech )
( crashes )
Come on, man, turn. What's up? Come on!
Aw, man!
Oh, lady, Jesus.
No! No!
( panting heavily )
( plane engines whining )
( gasping )
( moaning )
Hey, hey, are you okay?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Okay, all right, look, don't worry, okay?
- I'm gonna find someone for you. - Don't.
Okay, I think you're having a heart attack.
- Uh, someone, help! - No.
- Help! - Stop!
Get down!
- Come here. - Okay.
Next to me.
Please, please don't shoot me.
I'm a cop. I'm not gonna hurt you.
You're not gonna miss your plane.
- I have two kids. - You're gonna see your kids.
- Okay. - I just need a minute.
Can you do that? Can you just sit with me for a minute?
I have two kids.
You're gonna see your kids.
( sirens wailing )
- Okay, which car is yours? - It's a station wagon.
What color is it?
Um, it's like a gold or brown or...
Give me your keys and your phone.
Okay. Here.
You don't move
for five minutes.
Okay, you're not gonna move for five minutes.
Okay.
Radio host: WJMQ Ann Arbor. It's 8:12 in the morning.
And that means we have 18 more minutes left
to reach our goal of $5,000.
And we are-- oh, where are we right now?
3,250. Been stalled at that amount for a bit.
And I know we all want to get back to the great jazz
we normally play, but this is how we fund this program
and all the great programming here at Ann Arbor Public Radio.
( thunder rumbling )
( bangs )
Susan: Who is it?
- No. - Please.
- No. - Just five minutes, please.
You can't be here. You know that.
I know, but it's five minutes.
You're not allowed near here.
Come on, I just need five minutes!
- John's here. John! - John is not here.
I just saw him leave in his stupid hybrid. Jesus, open the door.
Why are you doing this?
I just-- okay, I'm going to kick it down.
I'm in trouble.
I don't care.
You have a restraining order, Frank.
It's been three years.
I should have called the police months ago.
- You didn't open it? - "It"?
Three years, four months ago.
Two months ago. Two weeks ago.
Last week.
Just some records I found, some books. I thought you'd like them.
Like them? Like?
They scare me. They show up at the door and they ruin my day.
They take me hostage, Frank. Do you understand that?
Yeah, I was at the pool today.
I hide them from John. From my husband.
I hide them because if I didn't, you'd be in jail.
I don't write my name on them.
- They're just between us. - What?
There's one more coming. It's the last one.
There's something wrong with you, Frank.
There is something horribly wrong with you.
I was-- I was at the pool today.
I was remembering. Is it '92, '93? Such a great summer.
I'm calling 911.
I didn't mean to do that.
I'm not gonna use it.
I just wanted to see you one last time.
What happened to your eye?
I just wanted to be in the same room with you.
Can we just do that?
I won't say anything.
Just sit across from me.
Do that and I'll go.
( faint thunder rumbling )
( sighs )
I'm having a day.
You said you wouldn't talk.
- I don't know how I got here. - I don't care.
I mean, I know how I got here.
I mean, the larger thing.
How this-- this all became my life.
It's happening, it's not happening, all at the same time.
I could use some help figuring it out.
I'm not going to help you. I'm through helping you.
They're looking for me.
I'm trying to keep it together, but it's not happening.
I think I had a heart attack out at the airport.
Why were you at the airport?
I was going to Germany.
Germany? Why?
I don't know. Because it's far away.
- Did you dye your hair? - Sit down, Frank.
- The chair wasn't right. - Try.
I could just stand here and stand still.
Why are you in trouble?
I met someone.
A woman. Her name's Katia.
Actually, I don't think that is her name, but it doesn't matter.
It happened so fast.
She has this-- this amazing neck.
This nose and beautiful eyes.
We could talk.
You know, we would talk all the time--
like we would talk when we were in bed.
And then you know my spot where I don't like to be touched?
She could put her hand there, I didn't mind.
She could put her hand on my back...
and it felt like she was touching the back of my heart.
( faint thunder crackles )
Was she blonde?
Yeah. Yeah.
When did you meet?
I don't know, uh...
maybe five or six months ago.
Or four?
Maybe four.
When the packages starting coming.
What? No.
No, no.
No.
It was real.
I wouldn't have done what I did if it wasn't real.
What did you do, Frank?
( phone rings )
Hey, John.
It's Frank.
He'll call the police.
I want him to.
( crying on baby monitor )
( faint thunder rumbles )
You have a baby?
Yes.
- What? - It's a boy.
You didn't want kids.
I didn't want kids with you.
We didn't lie in bed for hours and talk.
We sat at that scrawny kitchen table
in that rotting house
in that awful neighborhood
and we stared at our plates
because you are death
and you brought it home with you every night
and it got on me.
And I do not like to be reminded of it.
I have a new life now.
I have a husband who is not you.
And I have a house I love.
I love it here.
And you have been here 10 minutes
and already it feels different.
I care about you.
I always will. And obviously something very bad happened today.
And I can see the pain you're in,
but it's not my shit.
It's yours.
And I have a little boy
who's waking up
and I don't want him seeing you... ever.
Because you are death.
( crying continues )
( thunder rumbling )
Go to your son.
I'm tired.
What are you doing?
Go check on your boy.
- No, he-- it's okay. - You don't need to see this.
He stopped crying. It's okay.
You shouldn't be in the room.
No. You don't want to see this.
No, don't do this. No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.
I'm-- I'm just very stressed.
I'm sorry.
- Please. Please, Frank. - ( baby crying )
I'm sorr-- no, please. No!
Frank! Frank! Frank! How about I--
I sit here, huh?
How about I do that?
It's what you wanted, right?
You said that. "Just...
be in a room with me."
Well, that's what we'll do.
We'll just sit here
in this room,
but you gotta put the gun down.
I know.
Put the gun down.
I know.
You can do it.
Do it for me, babe.
Okay?
( whispers ) Put it down.
( hammer clicks )
Okay.
We'll just sit here, yeah?
( thunder rumbling )
What's his name?
Andrew.
Andy.
Andy? I like that.
Me too.
You know...
it would be closing hour.
Pool would be empty.
You'd get up on the springboard and...
I'd be lying by the pool with my eyes closed.
I could tell what kind of dive you were gonna do
by the sound of the water.
That was 20 years ago, babe.
I know.
I love you.
( softly ) I love you too.
( thunder rumbling )
( baby crying )
What did he do in Detroit?
I don't know.
He has blood on his shirt.
Yeah, he said he cut himself with a box cutter.
Look, ma'am, I need to know if, um...
you want us to handle this ourselves
- or do you want to press charges-- - We're pressing charges.
- John. - Violation of restraining order.
- It's well within your rights. - He made a lot of phone calls three years ago--
- It's way more than that. - Yeah, it is.
- John, just back off. - It's your call, ma'am.
You're supposed to drive him back to Detroit?
Like I said, ma'am, I don't know what's going on with Detroit yet,
but, yeah, I think he's going back.
Make sure he's safe.
Unit three one, over.
Dispatch: Go ahead, three one, over.
Officer #2: Yeah, where are we with DPD?
Are they sending somebody up here or what?
Dispatch: Detroit PD is requesting unit three one and backup
to escort suspect to their central precinct.
7302 Woodward Avenue, over.
Officer #2: How much gas we got?
Officer: Three-quarters tank.
( clicking )
I was told to drop you off at the front steps.
You're dropped.
Stay the hell out of Ann Arbor.
Man: We got him. Brought him in for questioning.
Him right there.
( elevator signal beeps )
You're Agnew, right?
Yeah.
Way to go, man.
- Thanks. - ( elevator signal beeps )
( elevator car whirrs )
( elevator signal beeps, doors rumble softly )
Holy hell. ( chuckles)
You're okay. Thank God.
Had half the town out there looking for you.
Look.
He came in about an hour ago.
Joe's working him. Not too much work.
Frank, this is good.
Geddes: You done missed the whole damn show, Frank.
McCann, Stumpy, Billy Hobson.
He just walked me through all of it.
Knew all the details.
Everything.
Got his ass cold.
( faint drips )
What the hell did you do?
I assumed this was you.
I won't accept it.
Man, you don't have a choice.
There's details in there only the killer could know.
You indict off this.
I need to talk to him.
No. You are done stirring up shit.
Hey, I talk to him
or I make a scene no one here recovers from.
( footsteps fade )
Kill the video feed.
I'll just write it again.
Truth's truth.
Look at me.
This won't happen.
There's something I need to tell you.
I screwed Susan. Did you know that?
You're not gonna bait me.
You were working a three-banger off Livernois.
I came looking for you. Me and her got high.
I did her on your bedroom floor.
Susan doesn't get high.
Aw, man, listen to you all present tense, man.
- She left you, Frank. - Cut it out!
All of this! Stop!
Sean: You and me, we played and lost.
Only difference is, I know it.
All right.
What time did you meet Brendan McCann the night he was killed?
Between 4:30 and 5:00.
How'd you get his car in the river?
Me and Billy, we used a jack.
Billy? What's his street name?
Boot. Me and him,
cranked up the gas, kicked it out-- splish.
- Which hand did you cuff to the wheel? - Left hand.
How'd you kill Anton Bobek?
You're working me like a boxer.
( stammers ) You're a crap fighter, Frank.
Everybody's all afraid to tell you, but we're friends.
I can. You suck.
Bobek. How'd you do it?
One in the head.
Used a hacksaw to cut him up.
- And Billy? - Two in the chest, one in the head.
- What caliber? - Nine mil.
- Why shoot him in the kitchen? - It was the front room.
And why not? Let go, Frank.
It ain't your fault.
I'm no good.
( door slams )
This is where you tell me I gotta eat this
for the good of the department, huh?
All the cases we could solve if we weren't deep in scandal.
I got a ex-cop junkie,
walks in here with the who, what, where of a triple homicide,
I'm supposed to just ignore that, huh?
He's right, Frank.
Jesus.
You even know what a lie is anymore?
I'm not gonna let this department go down.
- Sean didn't kill anyone. - That's not what he says.
You didn't have to do it, you know.
She loved me. She wouldn't have talked.
Dawson: What the hell is he talking about?
You got something to confess?
Get the hell on, 'cause I can't stop you
and that is the God's truth here.
( notepad flaps )
I'm not letting Sean go down for this.
Okay, Frank.
- Gentlemen, am I interrupting? - Geddes: Yes, you are.
- What the hell is this? - We have a complaint.
Woman at the airport says that you carjacked her at gunpoint.
Falls to my jurisdiction.
- I'm sorry, sir. - You gotta be kidding me.
It's always best if you don't make a scene.
These men of mine are making contracts without thought,
without looking me in the eye,
knowing my mind.
- So you lost money, eh? - They're lazy intellectually.
No, bridge is a game of principle.
- I don't play. - Well, if you want to succeed,
you should work your brains. Tea?
Nah.
- Did you talk to your wife about vacation? - March.
- The sea? - The sea.
Ah, good boy.
The sea balances you.
My son, his mother found out
he's recording rap music with his friends.
Driver: He's 14.
Skelos: Well, he's not a criminal.
And he's not a performing monkey.
Me, I had it easier.
I could piss off my parents
just by stealing their liquor and--
- ( thumps ) - Ah, shit!
( gunshots )
All right, get him, quick, quick.
Go, go, go, go!
( engine revs )
( door opens )
You've had a full 24 hours.
Let's see...
grand theft auto, here in Detroit,
violating a restraining order in Ann Arbor,
all while solving the McCann murder.
Congratulations, by the way.
I was commandeering a vehicle in the line of duty.
Right, to go and stalk your ex-wife.
The woman that you assaulted at gunpoint,
she says you had some kind of heart attack.
- I'm fine. - You look it.
You're wasting both our time.
I'll get to it. I think you're a murderer.
I think you're the same pathetic little prick
who'll do anything to get back at anyone who makes him feel small.
Finally, an honest relationship.
I assume it was the girl.
Geddes and McCann were dirty.
But you have female troubles,
self-control issues.
Things just got out of control.
You lost yourself.
You can still find some sense of honor.
There are deals that can be cut.
Innocent men don't make deals.
No... they don't.
Your body...
it's telling you to give up.
Get my lawyer...
then call a prosecutor.
Tell them I want to talk.
So you're ready to tell me what happened with Damon?
No.
( girl laughing )
Your mom lets you guys eat this stuff?
She says don't tell Dad.
You two go on. Aunt Maya and I are gonna clean up.
If that's the worst you got from Mom, you're doing okay.
( rapid footsteps passing )
I know you don't believe me, but this is it.
- I'm not going back. - I hope you get straightened out.
I do.
But if you even think about taking the kids back,
I will rip your life apart.
Here they come.
- I don't like it. - I don't care.
Unless you want to explain how I keep her
from walking the suspect through the scene on her case.
I got him.
Don't do anything stupid.
You can't run anywhere anyway.
How you doin', you murdering prick?
Shut up.
Sit still.
( snorts )
Yeah.
How'd you and Billy get tight?
Sean: Well, I ain't gonna lie to you.
I used to buy drugs from him.
- And he decided to kill Anton? - Nah. My idea.
A cop's brain. I figured no one kills your own connect.
Me and Boot, we do Anton,
run the drugs, nobody'd sniff 'em out.
- Where did you kill him? - Right here. Had the tarp down.
Came in handy when we put him in the trunk.
- McCann? - Oh, he surprised us.
I didn't know he was down with Anton.
And tell me, boss, how does that crooked prick stay on the job
- and I get tossed? - Just tell us what happened.
Lose my kids, my life.
I was happy to kill him.
Show me how.
Living room.
Guns are in the living room.
It was like, it was like--
it's like wrestling a bear, man.
It's like a-- a-- a bear who wrestles.
The sink was on to clean up Anton.
Only choice. We held him under.
I used the last strength I had.
- Then what? - The river.
Cuffed him to the wheel,
faked his suicide-- I already told you this.
Dani: And Billy?
Sean: Right here. Put two in his chest
when we got back from the river.
One in the head like this.
Your partner, you just decided to kill him?
You can't trust a dope addict.
What the hell is going on?
Forget me. I want you to find Sean Foster.
They've got him in holding. They're probably going to arraign him soon.
Take over from whatever lousy PD they've assigned him.
They're holding you on grand theft auto.
Foster, Sean. Just go. I'll call you with the details.
Okay?
Don't worry about him. Go. I'll be fine.
No. Things don't look fine, Frank.
It's crap. Misunderstanding with my ex-wife.
Says I'm freaking out about getting commandeered. It's all crap.
Boyd made it seem like you want to cut some kind of a deal.
Boyd is delusional.
I want to talk Lady Belle.
If I get dragged through the mud,
that case goes down the toilet, right?
- Don't have to tell me. - Let's sit on this for now.
Let's get the conviction.
After that, if this has traction, I take my lumps.
- Boyd's gonna lose it. - Screw Boyd.
We're getting the guilty verdict on Lady Belle.
Okay. All right.
You should have made a deal.
( thumps, paper flutters )
I tried the bar. They told me you were here.
They were wrong. I'm not.
No. Don't.
- What? Hey, hey! - Don't.
- Maya? - It's okay. Just work stuff.
Sean's confessed to three murders.
That's not my business.
- He didn't do 'em. - I don't care.
- Yeah, you do. - Haven't you done enough damage?
I need you to alibi him.
- Oh, Frank the cop is asking me to lie? - Yeah.
- I hate you. - You come with me right now
or I'm gonna cuff you here in front of those kids.
That happens, I guarantee you
they will never find out who their real mom is.
- ( thumps ) - Oh! Watch the head.
( grunting, panting )
Oh, man, take it easy.
He's already dead.
Just...
just show some respect.
These need to be scrap metal by dark.
It's no problem.
Nick and I are gonna head to Flint, lay low.
Make sure we got the new products set.
I talked to Stavros about the extra muscle.
See, you got traction now, man. That's good.
Hoegar don't want to fight.
Whew.
( bangs )
So you're confident you have the right man?
Absolutely confident that we have the right man, yes.
We're committed to continue this investigation
until we see it through to the end,
but right now we have the suspect in custody.
( reporters clamoring )
You have 24 hours. He's trying to plead guilty,
but I asked the court to consider
if he's competent to speak for himself.
Okay. This is his ex-wife. She can alibi him.
Is that true?
I cannot knowingly let someone perjure herself.
Of course not. How do we stand?
The judge will have to buy that he's not competent
- to plead for himself. - He's not.
- How does he seem? - Honestly?
Like he is on a mission to push any help away.
Okay, the thing we have going for us
is there is no physical evidence tying him to McCann.
It's thin, but it's something.
Okay.
( distant siren wailing )
- Where is he? - That's all for now.
Where is he?
I'm tired of yelling. I just want an answer.
This is the man that killed my boy. Where he at?
He was a suspect initially but we ruled him out.
That's not what he said. Tell 'em. Tell 'em.
Why don't we take this to the precinct?
The whole damned Detroit Police Department, a bunch of liars.
Hey, it's that department that goes out every day to keep you safe.
And we're doing it with pay cuts and losing our pensions.
You think just 'cause you got money problems, you get to lie?
We all got money problems, but that don't mean
you get to cover up murders and pin 'em on somebody else.
Ma'am, Detective Agnew was wrong, that's all.
Didn't sound wrong.
Said this the man that killed my boy
and said don't let nobody tell me nothing different.
- Walk away. - Don't tell him to walk away.
- Walk away. - Tell him what you told me.
You came to my house yesterday.
- Tell him! - I'm sorry, ma'am.
You sorry? Get your ass back here--
- Ma'am, ma'am! - No, no, no! Get your ass away from me.
Hell, yeah, I'm out of my mind. You better get your ass up there before I beat your ass!
See what they doin'? Y'all see what they doin'?
I'm not resisting. I'm not resisting.
Let me go. Get off me!
No! Y'all need to burn this bitch down.
The whole damn Detroit Police Department, corrupt as hell!
Y'all need to burn this bitch down!
I can't stand it! Get off of me! Get off of me!
I'm good, I'm good. Let me go.
- Are you eating? - You don't get it.
- Maybe if you get clean. - There's no clean.
I'm just trying to understand why you're doing this.
Because I did it? ( laughs )
No, you didn't.
Your sister...
she dresses the kids like little narcs.
You saw 'em?
They thought I was some homeless child molester.
Frank thinks you're bailing Damon out for me.
Well, that's a lie.
Frank, he's a liar who lies.
He knows the truth about those murders.
Don't act like you're here to save me.
You're the one who put me here.
You gave up on me like you gave up on our kids.
Don't say that.
Would you give the kids drugs?
Would you let them sleep on the street?
Stop.
You might as well put a bullet in my head.
Please don't. Please.
( softly ) Oh...
No touching.
- Pull the trigger! Come on! - Stop!
Pull it, bitch! Pull the trigger!
You can go to hell!
( chair clatters )
No visitors. No lawyer.
He won't see you. Lawyer either.
( sighs ) There's gotta be something we can do.
Not if he's lucid.
He has the right to plead guilty.
What did you do, Frank?
I'm not resisting. Let me go. Get off me!
No! Y'all need to burn this bitch down.
The whole damn Detroit Police Department, corrupt as hell!
You need to burn this bitch down!
The only reaction this city understands is mayhem.
You're pissed at the police, throw a brick.
You win the World Series, burn the city to the ground.
You hit those hard, we're gonna get you
to a college that's a world away from here.
I gotta go out.
Your daughter has something needs talking about.
- What? - Mom called.
I think this whole news stuff's trippin' her.
How's that?
She wants me to come back.
She says all I'm learning here
is lies and double-talk.
How do you feel about that?
You're the one that's supposed to know best.
You tell me.
- Gotta go. - Joseph. Answer her.
Think your moms is right.
You're better off with her.
- That's what I think, too. - ( door opens )
- ( saxophone playing ) - ( telephone ringing )
- Maya: Hey. - Damon: Skelos is dead.
Where are you?
In Flint. Nick's with me.
We got the new connect on lock,
Gus has extra muscle backing us.
- It's all happening. - Sean confessed to Billy Hobson's murder.
That doesn't make any sense.
I know. He says he killed McCann and that other guy, too.
- Are you still at your sister's? - Yeah.
- Come home. - You put my kids at risk.
Jesus, Maya, this is everything that we talked about.
I'm gonna be home in two days, okay?
So, just think about it, please.
Hey, I love you.
( beeps )
( "Cry To Me" playing )
Hi, Brendan, it's Katia.
Yes.
Hi, Brendan, it's Katia. Yes.
♪ Don't you feel like cryin' ♪
♪ Don't you feel like crying... ♪
- ( beeps ) - ♪ Well, here I am, honey ♪
♪ A-come on ♪
♪ Cry to me... ♪
( door opens, shuts )
I should kill you.
Probably.
You come to gloat?
I don't see a whole lot in the world to be pleased about, Frank.
Sean fired the lawyer I got him.
He's gonna be straight for the judge.
It's over.
Boyd called an emergency meeting for tomorrow.
Noon. Deputy mayor, you,
me, Dawson, the APA.
He's gonna lay out his version of the case.
You even remember the last time you were a good cop?
Hey, I cleared 21 murders this year,
and I know you solved more than that.
I killed Brendan.
I killed Katia.
I let my best friend take the fall.
Sean put himself in that cell,
and we both know who killed Katia.
You want to know something funny?
Tomorrow at noon, Frank.
I'm bankrupt.
I gave away all my money.
♪ Don't you feel like cryin' ♪
♪ Don't you feel like crying... ♪
This is the prepay
Brendan was using before the murder.
You had that this whole time?
We found this when we searched Sean's last known,
so it needs to be tagged.
It's what he wants.
Oh, get out.
( door opens, closes )
( latch clicks )
Boyd: I'm not gonna waste anybody's time with a long preamble.
I believe an innocent man is in jail.
I believe Frank Agnew and Joe Geddes killed Brendan McCann.
That isn't some theory you just toss out.
Boyd: I am well aware.
Detectives?
I think Lieutenant Boyd is unstable.
But if he can make a case, he should go ahead.
Why, thank you. As you all know,
I was conducting an internal affairs investigation
into Detective McCann.
The night before my case was to become public,
a group of police officers,
including Detectives McCann, Agnew, and Geddes,
went to dinner at Mario's Italian restaurant.
The owner let these two lock up.
This purportedly is Detective McCann
being driven home by Detective Agnew.
This is Detective Geddes dropping off his keys.
In reality, this...
...is Detective Agnew.
Brendan McCann has already been drowned
in the Mario's kitchen.
You're straining credibility, Lieutenant.
I would think the same thing myself,
except I took the liberty
of asking the coroner
to reexamine the contents
of Brendan McCann's stomach.
Veal piccata.
I'll translate. If McCann were still alive
at the time that his car went into the river,
the contents of his stomach would have been excrement.
Instead, they were veal piccata,
which means this...
cannot be Detective McCann
because McCann is already dead,
yet Frank Agnew claims to be dropping him off.
Shall I continue?
As you might also be aware,
my star witness against Brendan McCann
was found in the trunk of McCann's car
with his head, hands, and feet removed.
What is it that you and Homicide referred to him as?
- Called him Stumpy. - Right.
Gallows humor.
We know for a fact that Stumpy
was lured to his death by an Eastern European prostitute.
I have Frank Agnew on tape
claiming that his girlfriend
was an Eastern European prostitute.
What do you mean on tape?
He told me. I wore a wire.
Boyd: Surveillance footage from the Ambassador Bridge
on the night in question shows Joe Geddes crossing into Windsor.
I believe that he drove this prostitute girlfriend out of the country
in order to have no witnesses connecting them to the crime.
And Detective Agnew's girlfriend?
He told me they broke up exactly at that time.
Boyd: The night McCann's body was discovered,
the bungalow that she worked out of was burned to the ground.
The fire investigator says it was a clear case of arson.
In case you haven't noticed,
the entire city is looking for an excuse to blow itself up.
Letting two cops get away with murder
isn't gonna exactly help that.
You should also consider Detective Agnew a flight risk.
Before he was arrested for violating a restraining order
in Ann Arbor yesterday, he was booked
on a flight to Frankfurt, Germany.
- Jesus. - It's a lot to digest.
I know.
Charles, what do you have to say?
I'd say that's a hell of a story.
But I have a suspect in custody that's confessed.
Knows details that only the killer could possibly know
and we've got physical evidence
that ties him directly to McCann at the time of the murder.
- Physical evidence? - McCann's prepay.
Call detail records coincide
with the time of the murder.
So as I said, it's a hell of a story.
Holloway: Everybody out.
I'll tell you when you can come back.
Nobody leaves this building.
( distant siren wails )
You wore a wire.
Germany?
I didn't think I had any fight left.
You're a coward.
Stop pretending like you're some kind of a crusader, too.
( faint moaning )
Just doesn't make any sense.
I mean, turn it inside out in your head.
You think he's jerking you off?
By getting life for what I did?
So then he's doing it for Maya.
- ( moaning, thumping ) - Hey!
Hey, be quiet or finish up, all right?
What did Maya say?
That it makes no sense. What else could she say?
No, I meant do you think she's gonna come back to you?
You know what?
I'll tell you what's gonna happen.
The same thing that happens every time.
She's gonna say that she's gone,
and I'm gonna pull up to the house,
there's gonna be steaks on the grill
and a couple of beers already open.
That's what's gonna happen.
( moaning continues )
Thanks for all this, man.
For real.
- ( loud moaning ) - Really?
I'll be right back.
( pounding )
You know what? It's your lucky day.
Room's on me.
( vehicle approaching )
( brakes squeal, door opens )
Nice mask, asshole.
( camera clicking )
( engine idling )
( thumps )
( Nick panting )
( door closes )
I want to thank you all for waiting.
It's, uh, obviously a complex situation.
Now it's our belief there's no reason to doubt a sworn statement,
especially one backed by physical evidence.
You gotta be kidding me.
I'm truly sorry for any undue stress this may have caused,
especially considering how volatile the city is right now.
( Boyd chuckles )
This is insane.
You people are insane.
- Where is the girl? - Excuse me?
The girl that lured your victim
and can corroborate your theory.
I haven't found her.
Detectives...
Lieutenant, our apologies.
You know I'm right.
But you know I'm right.
Don't make it worse, Boyd.
- You know I'm right. - Don't make it worse.
( laughing ) You know I'm right.
You all know I'm right.
Don't walk away. You know I'm right.
( door closes )
You know I'm right.
( laughing )
( bangs )
I'm right. You see?
I am right.
( bangs ) You know I'm right!
You know I am right!
- You do! - ( laptop clatters )
You know it.
( sighs )
( panting )
( signal buzzes )
( door lock clicks )
I told them straight.
No visitors.
I'm not a visitor, I'm a cop.
That's right, you are.
Cop.
Still.
I heard they found McCann's phone I stole.
That's some good police work right there.
Yeah.
I gotta give you that.
That's real good.
I just wanted to say goodbye.
Hey, Frank?
I told you.
I'm no good.
( keypad beeping )
( lock clicks )
( door closes )
You want to change to a corner office,
this is how it's gonna go down.
You got some balls.
You know how much crap is washing up to my door?
You solved three murders.
You uncovered corruption in your department,
but you took the lead, you didn't brush it under the rug.
When the guilty verdict comes down in the Lady Belle case,
you step forward and take a bow.
You seem to be forgetting the family members that you called.
A whole lot of folks that I told
their loved ones had committed suicide.
Brendan told.
He was the lead detective on the case.
You trusted a decorated officer in your command.
Billy Hobson's mom?
He was a drug dealer.
One, two days...
nobody cares.
No apologies, declare victory, move on.
I won't let you just walk away from this clean.
No, I snapped. You put me on psych leave.
I'd fire both your asses if it didn't undo all this.
You I don't want to see when I get back.
I don't really care, Frank.
You're a good cop.
If I was you, I'd pack my shit up.
( saxophone music playing )
( keys jingle )
You know, there's a legend going around the D,
skinny white boy thought he could hit me
without remuneration,
take down the Greek,
pin the whole thing on his wife's ex.
Tell me, how's that story end?
He go deep with any of our police friends? We gonna feel heat?
Seen him parley with Joe Geddes down at Homicide.
I got the book on Joe Geddes.
His old lady got some connections with Frank Agnew.
A-K don't know how tight.
Frank Agnew.
( crashes )
I'm gonna say something,
and I don't want any talking back or attitude.
You're just gonna shut up and like it,
and that goes for both of you.
I don't care if you want to go live with your moms,
your place is here.
So you're just gonna have to deal with that.
You're gonna go to school, go to church,
keep your nose clean.
I'm watching you.
What about your big case?
It's over.
We got him.
( music continues )
( zipper whines )
Is this the woman you're looking for?
Yeah.
I want to make arrangements for the burial.
Are you family?
No, I'm, um...
I'm-- I'm just a friend.
Coroner: Oh, that's okay.
You just need to fill out some paperwork.
And what's the name of the deceased?
Hmm?
Her name?
Sir?
Her name?
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