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(Gnarls barkley) got some
bad news this morning ♪
which in turn made my day ♪
when there's someone spoke,
I listened ♪
all of a sudden
has less and less to say ♪
oh, how could this be? ♪
but all this time
I've lived vicariously ♪
who's gonna save
my soul now? ♪
who's gonna
save my soul now? ♪
how will my story
ever be told now? ♪
how will
my story be told now? ♪
made me feel like somebody ♪
like somebody else ♪
although
he was imitated often ♪
felt like I was being myself ♪
is it a shame
at someone else's song ♪
was totally
and completely depended on? ♪
oh, who's gonna save
my soul now? ♪
who's gonna save
my soul now? ♪
oh, I know
I'm out of control now ♪
ooh, ooh, tired enough
to lay my own soul down ♪
Hey.
Hey.
Uh, I was on my way
to work.
Just thought I would stop by.
Come in.
Thanks for the bread and stuff.
You guys sent over
the basket from Avalon.
Oh.
That's very good, I hear.
Organic.
So you, um
You gonna come back
to work soon?
I think about it every day.
And every day, I just
kinda decide, "tomorrow.
"
Yeah, you get past that,
and, uh,
and everything will start
to seem okay again.
Will it? (Sighs)
He was a good guy.
We just fell into things.
I don't know why.
I don't even think
he knew who he was
or who he wanted to be.
That can be hard.
Now I just feel like
I'm waiting for a bus
that's never gonna come.
Well, I have felt like that
a few times.
You mean lost?
Yeah.
(Sniffles)
Um
I gotta get
I gotta get going.
My, uh, my kid's coming
to visit today.
That's great.
Yeah.
Yeah.
You know, I haven't really
told anybody, but
Anyway okay.
Hey, do you think most people
don't know who they are?
I think most people know
exactly who they are.
They just don't want
anybody else to find out.
We all miss you down there.
(Sniffles)
(Door closes)
Something like this can bring
a squad together
or break them down.
Let's let it be the first thing.
On that note, Agent Harkins has
something she'd like to say.
Detective Stone
will be receiving
a posthumous
special commendation
from the department of justice
for his role
in the apprehension
of Amir Sakhani.
Wow.
Just when I was
about to give up
on the Federal G overnment.
That's great.
We'll let the family know.
Patrol just called this in.
All right.
Teenage graffiti artist
found dead
at the old parnell plant.
Longford, Mahajan, you're up.
That's all for now.
Um thanks
Um, for
Whatever it is you did
for Stone.
He deserved it.
Well, what can I do
for you two?
Oh.
The J.
T.
F.
In the Southern district
got word Al Stram is making
inroads in Detroit.
With Malloy down,
there's a big opening for him.
I thought Stram
was a New York guy.
Well, maybe he sees an opportunity,
wants in on the action.
Who does he have
working for him here?
That's the first thing
I'd like to find out.
Okay, tell me what you need.
Look, I backslid, all right?
I was depressed.
What ever happened
to, uh, Anjali,
your Indian arranged bride?
Okay, first of all,
it's Ahn-jali, okay?
And that's on hold right now.
It was getting too intense.
Too intense?
She's 9,000 Miles away.
Her texts were getting
very clingy.
Oh.
You okay?
I'm fine.
(Groans)
(Siren wailing in distance)
(Camera shutter clicks
and whines)
Jordan Loney, 16 years old.
Must be the *** weapon.
Wow.
Back to basics, huh?
Smashed in the head
with a piece of rubble.
Looks like
a budding Michelangelo.
- Who's the kid?
- Friend of his.
Found the body.
(Camera shutter snaps)
I went to the store
to get him some more paint.
- I was gone, like, 40 minutes.
- Anyone else know he was here?
Mr.
Reuben,
some of the other kids.
- It was part of a project.
- Project? For what?
D-CAP.
The Detroit
Children's Arts Program.
Mr.
Reuben runs it.
So, uh, anybody mad
at your buddy?
- He said he had a beef with Nuke5.
- Nuke5?
The biggest
street artist around.
Gonna be like the next
Shepard Fairey or Banksy.
Banksy? Who's Banksy?
For real?
So what was their beef?
I figured maybe he covered one
of Nuke5's pieces or something.
His stuff's everywhere.
So, um, how can we find
this guy?
Nobody knows who Nuke5 is.
That's how he wants it.
He's like Batman.
Okay.
Thanks a lot, kid.
(Exhales deeply)
The *** weapon's gonna be
tough for prints, but, uh,
maybe we can get something
off the smooth surfaces?
Yeah.
Let's hope
he wasn't wearing any gloves.
How's your back?
It's fine.
- Just an old football injury.
- Yeah?
You were watching
a football game,
reached too fast for the remote?
(Chuckles)
(Chuckles)
You know, Lauren and I decided
to have our son baptized.
I thought you weren't
up for that.
I don't know.
There's a lot
of scary stuff out there.
If God's gonna give him,
a little more protection,
I'll take it.
Can't hurt, I guess.
Unless they use, uh,
infected water or something.
You know, I know this family
kid got this extreme kind
of pinkeye
from the baptismal water.
Almost lost an eye until
Detective Fitch, um,
message from a Linda.
They landed early
and they're at the airport.
Now?
She left a voice mail on your cell.
Which is at home.
Thanks.
(Longford) Jordan was
in and out of trouble
until he got hooked up
with the arts program.
- Turned him around.
- How do you know all this?
His mother.
She's real broke up about it.
Refuses to come in,
doesn't want to see the body.
That's your Vic?
Yeah.
16-year-old kid.
Um
I'm sorry, but that, uh,
that thing that I needed
to do later on
it's happening now,
so I gotta go.
Okay.
Go on.
All right.
Thanks.
(Door opens)
(Sighs) Hey.
You're here.
Um I gotta go,
you know, uh, do that thing.
Oh, right.
Good luck.
Yeah.
Thanks.
(Sighs)
So we're trying to I.
D.
a potential suspect
who goes by "Nuke5.
"
And here's some of his artwork.
(Washington) Guess who's here.
Hey, detective.
(Mahajan) We missed you.
I'm really glad you made it in.
It's good to be back.
Lieutenant.
Um, excuse me.
This is Linda Garrety.
She's looking
for Detective Fitch.
Oh, he had to run out.
Is there
something I could help you with?
He's expecting us.
I'm his ex-wife,
and this is our son Bobby.
(Linda) What I was getting
myself into.
(Laughter)
Or I should have.
I've seen that look in his eyes
a bunch of times.
(Laughter)
Linda.
Lou.
You didn't get my message.
No, I heard that
you landed early, so
I headed out to the airport,
but then you weren't there,
- so I called in, and Wendy said, uh
- It's okay.
I got to meet your colleagues.
Yeah.
Great.
You never told us
how charming she is.
And accomplished.
I-I may not have mentioned
they put me in charge
of the White Collar Division
at the Manhattan D.
A.
'S office.
Wow.
Wow.
Congratulations.
- Thank you.
- Um where's Bobby?
Oh, Wendy's teaching him how to
hack into our computer system.
Well, thanks for
keeping me company.
It was nice
to finally meet you.
Here you go.
(Sighs)
Bad news.
The only fingerprints
at the scene
belong to the victim.
We've got an appointment
with Reuben Davis,
this guy who runs an art program
that Jordan attended.
You working on that paperwork,
too, right, Jesse?
Yeah.
Detective Sanchez,
got a minute?
(Mahajan)
What paperwork is that?
My, um, retirement packet.
What? Already?
Yeah.
Gotta get everything
in order.
Father time a cruel master.
I'm not retiring
because I'm old.
I'm retiring because I want to.
Okay.
(Grunts)
Can you help me get this on?
I got a spasm.
You're what, 23, 24 years old?
You graduated
with all these ideas
of becoming a crime-Buster,
then got stuck in this
dead-end intern gig.
Well, sort of.
You know, you're capable
of more than taking messages
and running
routine info searches.
No one sees you
for what you are,
except for the occasional
pat on the shoulder
and token "attagirl.
"
Am I right?
Oh.
Well,
you're you're not wrong.
Hey, Bobby.
Dad.
Good flight?
Food kinda sucked.
Yeah.
Jordan's mother brought him
to me when, uh,
when he was their age
from a family of four siblings.
One brother dead,
another in jail.
Crack fiend for a sister.
But he managed to find
something he loved,
and he was applying himself
to it.
Unfortunately, it seems
to have gotten him killed.
Well, we were told that
your program was condoning
the defacement of buildings.
Is that true?
What Jordan was doing
is not what I would consider
defacement.
Are you familiar with
the street artist named Nuke5?
I know who he is.
He's quite renowned.
Did he ever have
a run-in with Jordan?
I have no idea.
You know how to track him down?
Uh, no.
It's a part
of his mystique.
But, uh, rumor has it that
before Nuke5 became Nuke5,
that he did some work
with paint patrol.
The group that paints old houses
all those bright colors.
Well, maybe they can help you.
But I've gotta get back
to the kids.
Sorry about the
Don't worry.
It could've
happened to anyone almost.
I'll walk you out.
Oh, I'm okay.
I called a cab.
I appreciate you
dropping him off,
but you you don't
have to just leave.
Nah.
I gotta go.
I have a conference.
It's a work thing.
Well, 'cause there's
this French place.
It might be nice if
the three of us can
no, it's it's better
just you and him.
Look
I made some mistakes
I came just to see
that it would be okay
with you and Bobby for a while.
I see that it will.
Let's just leave it at that.
I know you think
I'm this bad guy.
No.
I think
you're a good guy.
But who could really
be certain, Lou?
You never let anyone in.
You run.
You hide.
You use work as an excuse.
The one thing that I want
to make certain of
is that our son doesn't end up
some 30-year-old guy
sitting on a couch
(Voice breaking) Talking about
how he never knew his father.
(Elevator bell dings, doors open)
See
(button clicks) That's the only job
I'm asking you to do
is be his dad.
We were already having trouble,
you and me,
before I decided to leave.
(Sighs) - You really want to get into this?
- Yes, I do!
- Well, I don't think that we should.
- Well, I think we have to!
Whatever it is that you feel
like you need to say
or what you want to say,
say it to Bobby.
What happened
Never meant that I
didn't love you and Bobby.
No? Why don't you show me
the difference?
Can you draw me a picture?
Make me understand.
Linda, I just want you
to stay a couple of days.
I don't want you to go on
thinking what you're thinking.
Okay? It never was
what you imagined it was.
(Siren wailing in distance)
Lou I gotta go.
The conference can wait
it's not a conference.
There's a man, Mark,
and we're engaged.
I knew Bobby was gonna
be with you now,
so we booked a week in Kauai.
Kauai? You said
Well, I didn't wanna
make it any worse.
Yeah.
Well good plan.
Some things we gotta let go of,
and others we can still fix.
And one of those is waiting
upstairs for you.
- You own this property?
- No.
Do you?
Well, unless you have the owner's
consent, you're breaking the law.
Cops came around here more,
we wouldn't need to be doing it.
Well, they're here now.
(Clatter)
Too late for Keisha Jones.
She's a 10-year-old girl,
gang-*** by a bunch
of crackheads in this house
even after
seven different complaints
were filed against the city
for failing to demolish it.
Got overlooked for months.
Won't get overlooked again.
What's your name?
Margie Parker.
Look, we're not here
to bust you, okay?
We're here about a dead boy
named Jordan Loney
and his possible connection
to Nuke5.
Keep going, you guys.
It's okay.
Yeah, I heard about that.
It's a shame.
Do you know Nuke5?
Maybe.
There was a young guy
that helped us last year.
He was great, fearless,
fast, gung ho,
but then he stopped showing up.
Why's that?
He kept to himself,
just wanted to paint.
Showed me some of the stuff
he was working on
stencils of pacifiers.
It was weird.
And then all those stickers
and posters
started going up all over town,
and everybody was talking
about Nuke5.
Figured it might be Saga.
Saga?
That's the only name
he ever gave me.
You should ask over at D-CAP.
He told me that's where
he first started painting.
So Nuke5 and Jordan
could've known each other
from the arts program?
Maybe Jordan knew
who he really is,
threatening to expose him.
Give us a motive, at least.
This is
the interrogation room.
Where were you on the night
of January the 10th?
That's pretty good.
(Pounds table)
Stop stalling.
Answer!
Uh, the night of
I don't really remember.
That's what a guilty guy
would say.
Yeah.
Out he is the observation room.
That would be for
Observing?
Yes, it would.
Awesome.
Can we go in?
Uh, I don't know.
Uh
got no customers at the moment.
Pretty small.
Well, we don't keep people
in here for long.
How many killers have
looked through these bars?
Bobby, um
(Squeaks and clanks)
Hey.
This is heavy.
Can we talk?
Um look, uh,
you're here for a week.
I know that's not enough time
to make up
- for what I missed, but
- You stopped visiting.
I know that, and I'm sorry.
And then it was like
almost a year
until mom said you called.
None of that
ever meant that I wasn't
thinking about you.
See, when I left New York,
there was this guy.
There was this bad guy,
and I did
what I had to do,
but I only wanted
what was best for you.
How was that best for me?
There are things
you don't understand.
There are risks out there
in the world,
especially my world.
All I wanted was you
to be there.
You never were.
You just never were.
Yeah, well
I'm here now.
I know that's not enough,
but
That's what I got.
All right?
Well
We should probably
get back to my desk.
(Rattling)
I don't I don't have
the key for this.
Mel.
Mel?!
Little help!
Reuben Davis has no record
of a student named Saga
ever attending his program,
and there's no "Saga" of
the right age and description
listed in
the general Metro area.
We should check with the crew
who shot this film.
(Man) From everywhere, from
the streets, from these walls.
Detroit's in my blood,
but I grew up everywhere.
(Telephone rings)
Mahajan.
It's not about getting attention.
Yeah, right.
Oh, hey, Margie.
It's about making something
from nothing
Really? Okay, great.
Yeah, we'll check it out.
Thanks.
(Receiver clatters)
Paint patrol girl
heard Nuke5 was spotted
at the Heidelberg Project
an hour ago.
Red cap, black hoodie,
the whole deal.
Wow.
Stuffed animals nailed
to a tree
now that's deep.
Hey, Vik.
Hey, Saga!
Hey!
Oh, no! (Groans)
Hey! D.
P.
D.
!
(Groaning)
Police! Hold up!
Hold up! Stop!
(Groans)
(Longford) - Hold up!
- Hey!
(Longford groans)
Where the hell did he go?
You didn't see him come around?
No.
What? Did you check inside that car?
He's not in the car.
No.
Hey.
Hey! There.
Hey! Saga!
Saga!
(Groaning)
What?
Ow!
Damn it! (Sighs)
Let's get in the car.
Yeah.
(Groans)
Ugh.
Son of a ***.
(Air hissing)
What?!
Oh, man! Ugh!
Son of a ***!
That kid's fast.
Real fast.
(Whistles)
I hate art.
Wait.
Are you okay?
I'm okay.
Hello?
So you're getting
your baby baptized.
Why are you calling me?
I don't know.
I pushed
an extension.
You got lucky.
(Mouths word)
Someone put you up to this?
Who put you up to this?
I'm hanging up.
(Receiver clatters)
I was wondering, what do you
know about him Al Stram?
(Sighs)
Not much, really.
You worked in New York.
Now he's getting into Detroit.
I figured you'd be interested.
Not until he murders somebody.
I stick to my turf.
Everything okay?
You, uh, using your kid
to mess with me now?
I don't know
what he's talking about.
But I'm gonna go get a drink.
Must be a genetic thing.
(Sets papers down)
(Footsteps approach)
How's it going with your son?
Not too bad.
How'd it go downstairs?
I'm still waiting
for my interview.
Lieutenant Mason thinks
I should, you know,
talk to somebody
to help make sure
I'm good to go.
Sounds reasonable.
You ever done that before
talk to somebody?
Like a doctor?
Like psych services.
No, no, but
I probably should've
a bunch of times.
Yeah, well, I'm not sure
how talking to a stranger
is really gonna help me much.
Maybe if it was someone
that I knew.
So do that.
Someone you know.
What do you got to lose?
(Chuckles)
Yeah, maybe I will.
(Continues hitting buttons)
Tough decision, huh?
It won't give me my drink.
Make a fist.
(Hollow tap)
All right.
Tap right there.
(Thud, clank)
Sweet (Wallet unzips)
It's your first time
in Detroit?
Don't leave without having a Coney Dog.
(Coin drops)
- What's a Coney Dog?
- You don't know what a Coney is?
(Thud, clank)
Ask your dad.
He's not really
into stuff like that.
(Chuckles) Like what, food?
You should get him to take you.
Maybe you should come, too.
Me? No, you guys
need time to talk.
(Moans)
It'd be sier sitting down.
No, it's better standing.
All those summers spent
working at the D.
Y.
C.
Spa
were not all for naught.
Mm!
Tell me again.
This guy took off
on foot, gave you a flat,
deface your windshield,
- then got away in the back of a truck?
- At least we got a lead out of it.
No, no, no, no.
Ooh! (Gasps) Uhh.
Ooh.
Oh, that's nice.
Uh-huh.
Not only did someone purchasing
street art materials free
(groans and chuckles)
Frequent Pablo's art supplies
store on Fairmount,
but they also used a credit card
a couple times,
including to purchase
the same kind of sticker
and trowel we found at the car.
- "Henry Taylor"?
- Yeah.
We also have an address.
Henry, police!
Henry! Police.
Five years ago, you,
Henry Taylor,
were enrolled in Reuben Davis'
kids' art program.
You knew Jordan Loney
from there.
That was before you were Saga
and before you became Nuke5.
I'm not Nuke5.
Okay, forget Nuke5.
Did you, Henry, ever have
a beef with Jordan?
Jordan who?
(Pounds table)
Don't start that again!
Look, Henry
A kid is dead.
Did you show up
at the plant
- where he was doing his murals?
- No.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
We'll run your prints
against the ones
we pulled from the crime scene.
We get a match, we don't have
to talk to you about anything
except booking you for ***.
(Door opens)
Let's give him
a minute to stew.
Hopefully this prints thing
will make him sweat.
You think he killed that kid?
Hard to tell when he won't
let you know who he is.
There's something I've been
meaning to run by you.
My wife and I are having trouble
trying to figure out
who we would ask to be
the Godfather of our son,
and I got to thinkin'.
Maybe you would do it.
I haven't been so good
at taking care of my own kid.
I'm not sure how much you
wanna trust me with yours.
(Chuckles) Well, hopefully,
I'd never have to,
but if I did,
I know it'd be okay.
Yeah, well
Hey, I'm flattered.
I-I really am, but, uh
Truth is, you can
find someone better.
I don't think so.
Yeah.
You really could.
I heard you snuck
into the evidence room.
Thought it was a bathroom.
Did you return what you took?
Bobby.
Okay.
You put it back
and apologize
before we go to dinner.
Can we go for a Coney later?
Ariana said it's the best.
(Chuckles)
You call her "Ariana"?
Why do you keep drawing that?
It's a habit.
I was getting into trouble
for a while fights at school,
starting fires.
Mom took me to see somebody.
He had me draw pictures.
Then I started drawing
the same thing
over and over again.
I had one
just like it when I was little.
I know.
I remember.
The therapist said
it was pretty normal
for kids who've been
through hard stuff
to lean on things
that make 'em feel safer.
I'll be done soon, okay?
We'll get outta here.
Okay.
(Fitch) Why do you draw
pacifiers, Henry?
Something happened
When you were young.
Someone hurt you.
That's what this
is about, isn't it?
You were fighting
with Jordan
because he knew something
that you didn't wanna
talk about.
And I get that, too.
I am the same way.
I know what it's like
to be a kid
who is treated wrong
by someone he
Trusted (Sighs)
And then
you turn into an adult who
just doesn't
know how to manage that.
You're just talking crap, man.
It's taken me a really
long time to realize
I can't keep hiding.
Jordan's dead.
I can't help that.
Jordan needs you
to step out into the world.
(Chair clatters loudly)
Son son
You wanna walk out of here
with one more burden to carry,
so be it.
But somewhere down the road,
all this stuff
is gonna come down on you
like acid rain.
(Chair slides)
I was 13 when it started.
The man
He said he was my friend.
Later, when Jordan
tracked me down,
I found out
the same thing happened to him.
(Voice breaking)
He wanted to report it.
But for me,
everything has been trying
to move past that.
Jordan was tough.
He wanted to make it stop.
Not run away.
So you wouldn't join him.
He said he'd do it without me.
He was gonna confront the man
and tell him that he wasn't
gonna keep quiet,
and then the next thing
I heard, Jordan was dead.
Who was this man?
The one who hurt you?
(Inhaling deeply)
(Fitch) Door's open, Henry.
Folks here wanna help you.
(Sighs)
You watched the whole thing?
(Sighs)
(Click, beep)
I wanted to see
what you do, dad.
(Click)
You're good at it.
Really good.
(Click)
That tricycle
I got it for you,
right before
I left New York.
(Door opens)
Seurat, Signac, and Cross
are the most well-known
pointillists.
They best exemplified
the technique
of using dots
to create a canvas.
But Van Gogh
(Lowered voice)
Mr.
Davis, class is over.
Excuse me?
(Lowered voice) Let's just
do this nicely.
Okay?
Listen, I'm not going
anywhere with you.
(Grunts)
No, this is a big mistake.
You're disrupting my class!
I am helping these kids!
The question is, what are we
gonna charge you with first
child molestation or ***?
(Grunting)
Either way, have fun teaching
the boys at Franklin prison
how to finger-paint.
Aah!
So the blood we pulled
from Reuben Davis' gloves
is a match for Jordan Loney,
and here's the kicker.
He's been forced to resign from
three separate teaching jobs,
all under suspicion
of inappropriate conduct
with students.
Good.
Nailed the ***.
Mm-hmm.
So what are you gonna do
when you retire, anyways?
You gonna sit around a bar
all day, watching ESPN classics?
I'll be in Tuscany.
Oh.
Right.
So you'll be
sitting in a wine bar all day,
forced to watch
international soccer matches.
I'm still young enough to do
a lot of great things.
Look at Ramirez he retired
and had a whole second life
that he loved.
Yeah, sure.
It could happen.
But why?
I mean, do you still
love your job?
You still good at it?
Yes and yes.
You paying attention to me?
Are you a cranky ***
with a bad back?
Do I take credit
for your police work?
Would I shoot you in a second
if I thought it'd get me
a new partner with silky skin
and legs that went on for days?
Look, look, we've been
through this before.
I promised Elizabeth.
(Sighs)
"Chi bestia va a roma
Bestia ritorna.
"
I'm studying up,
because what's important
to you is important to me.
What does it mean?
"He who goes to Rome by foot
Returns a fool.
"
The point being?
You promised your wife
that you guys were gonna
go to Tuscany, right?
Together.
Only she's not here now.
And, yes, you know, you've got
this house that you bought.
But that's not what
she ever wanted
you alone in Italy,
wearing a straw hat
and linen pants.
I mean, yikes.
So (Sighs)
Look, if what you really
wanna do is retire
Then do it.
But
If you're doing this
Out of some sense
of obligation to her
I'm here to tell you,
don't.
Okay?
Because even I know, man,
all she'd ever want is for you
to do what's best
To be happy.
(Sighs)
(Sets frame down)
I I just hate to
see you go to Tuscany by foot
only to return a fool.
- I wasn't planning on walkin'.
- Don't ruin the poetry.
This your way of saying
you'd be lost without me?
No.
That's just my way
of purchasing
a below-market Tuscan villa
from a desperate seller.
(Chuckles)
(Bobby) You ever been
to a wings game?
(Fitch) I thought
you don't like sports.
I gotta broaden my horizons.
I mean, this is Detroit.
(Bell doors jingle,
indistinct conversations)
What?
Why do you keep looking around like that?
No reason.
You guys want another pop
or anything?
(Together)
No, thanks.
We're good.
What?
- You're doing it again.
- I'm curious.
Hey, did you get me one? (Glen Hansard/Markéta
Irglová's "Falling Slowly" playing)
He didn't tell you
that I was coming.
I did.
- I don't think so.
- Maybe I forgot.
- You told me that you told him.
- I didn't know if you were coming.
I told you that I was.
I don't know you sorry.
That's okay.
You making plans now?
but I want you ♪
all the more for that ♪
words fall through me ♪
and always fool me ♪
and I can't react ♪
and games that ♪
never amount
to more than they're meant ♪
will play themselves out ♪
take this sinking boat ♪
and point it home ♪
we've still got time ♪
raise your hopeful voice ♪
you have a choice ♪
you make it known ♪
Coney dog, Mr.
Stram?
Detroit delicacy?
I think I'll pass.
Ready to go, sir?
(Click)
Five more minutes.
So peaceful here.
(Car door opens)
Well,
you have suffered enough ♪
(Car door closes)
and warred with yourself ♪
it's time that you won ♪