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Many in the city
are still coming to grips
with the tragic news
that respected philanthropist
and humanitarian Henry Malloy
is dead.
A main force
behind what many called
the "Detroit bounceback,"
Malloy was found shot
in his car two nights ago,
just three blocks
from the downtown hotel
where earlier in the evening,
he'd received
a key to the city.
(Turns off TV)
You think Fitch could've done it?
Picks a fight with him
in front of a crowd
- Three hours later, the guy ends up dead.
- Malloy was a fox in a henhouse.
- Somebody needed to put him down.
- Not with a bullet.
Well, the *** weapon was a .
38, right?
Isn't that Fitch's backup?
- The one he wears on his ankle, right?
- Yep.
So you think he killed Malloy?
I have no idea what Fitch is capable of.
The sad thing is, I probably
know him as well as anyone.
Looks like Mason's trying to find out.
I was walking, thinking.
I got home around midnight.
Sounds like a rock solid alibi.
- Are you suspending me?
- I'm not who you have to worry about.
The Feds are coming in.
The Feds? Why?
Malloy was one of the targets
of a joint task force
out of Chicago.
Now that he's been
taken out of commission,
the FBI is sending an agent
to get to the bottom of this.
That's great.
I love Feds.
(Under breath)
Damn it.
Cheap slingbacks.
Excuse me.
Lieutenant Mason's office?
Right there.
(Sanchez) Who is that?
Fitch's replacement, I hope.
Lieutenant Mason?
- Uh, special agent
- Jess Harkins, FBI.
O-oh.
Hi.
Uh, this is, uh, Detective Fitch.
The one and only.
We're gonna be loggin'
some quality time together,
I believe.
Feels like we already started.
Right.
Uh, can you give us a moment,
the lieutenant and me?
Just go and have a seat
in an interrogation room,
and I'll be right with ya.
Should I cuff myself
to the table?
Oh, that's not necessary yet.
(Whispering indistinctly)
(Door closes)
I was disappointed to hear
the Feds were taking over
our investigation.
Malloy was an important figure,
not your typical *** victim
you guys get here.
We just wanted to make sure
the case was handled
as professionally as possible.
Oh, no offense.
Why would I be offended?
That you just said dead people
in Detroit don't usually matter,
or that we don't know how to conduct
a thorough *** investigation?
Wow.
Itlt does sound bad
when you put it that way.
I didn't put it any way.
Anyhow, uh, we have field agents
hitting the streets.
Um, but I've been dispatched
to gather any information
that might be relevant
to our J.
T.
F.
,
as well as looking
into allegations
that one of your detectives,
uh, Mr.
Charming,
may be involved
in Malloy's ***.
How did your J.
T.
F.
Get onto Malloy
in the first place? (Sets frame down)
Well, we've been backtracking
a trail of criminal activity
Smuggling, human trafficking,
***
From Chicago through Detroit
all the way into Canada.
A few months ago,
Malloy enterprises
came onto our radar.
We were hoping to nail him
in the next six months or so,
but I guess your guy
killed him first.
Allegedly.
Allegedly, yes.
So you have evidence?
I'm not authorized to share
that information with local.
I'm only saying, if you tell me
what you have on Malloy
You know, Maureen,
I-I could do that (Rustling)
But then I'd have to kill ya.
(Chomping)
(Mouth full)
I just quit smoking.
What a ***.
(Door opens and closes)
Ahem.
You don't mind, do you?
You know, I've heard
And read so much about you
in the last 24 hours.
Is that so?
Some men stalk models,
actresses, ex-girlfriends.
You stalk millionaire philanthropists.
(Blinds squeak)
I didn't stalk anybody.
Forgive me.
Perhaps, uh, "stalk"
is too strong a word.
What I meant to say was,
"Followed and harassed repeatedly
- in an intimidating and hostile manner.
"
- Thank you for the distinction.
And after months of this,
frustrated with your inability
to apprehend him,
it seems you took it
upon yourself to eliminate him.
- Is that what I did?
- What you didn't anticipate
was that Malloy was already
the target of a federal probe,
which is gonna make
the old "d-town cover-up"
a little tougher to pull off this time.
Uh, first of all, locals
don't really call it "d-town.
"
Secondly, I might have
liked to kill Malloy,
even hoped someone would,
but I didn't do it.
Do you swear?
I swear.
Okay, then.
You can go.
- Really?
- No, not really.
Get comfortable, cowboy.
The coffee's brewin'.
(The dead weather's
"hustle and cuss" playing)
(Siren whoops,
police radio chatter)
Yeah, he just got out here.
Knock on the door,
the door knocks back ♪
the joke never go
no further than that ♪
Where'd they say
the bodies where?
On the bus.
Back down the stack,
and we hustle and cuss ♪
lick on the dust ♪
Looks like you're buying lunch.
I figured this for a straight-up
mugging gone wrong.
Money changes everything.
Muscle and fuss,
lick on the dust ♪
Anger, rage, impotence.
So many motives,
so little time, detective.
Is this how they teach you
to interrogate at Quantico?
They also teach us waterboarding,
but I didn't want to jump the gun.
You've done at least six things wrong
since you walked in here.
- Have I now?
- Seven.
- Illuminate me.
- You're talking
when you should be listening.
You're telling me things when
you should be asking questions.
What do you know about me
that you didn't
when you came in here?
Nothing.
Here's what I know about you.
You haven't worked
in anti-crime very long.
Otherwise,
you'd have learned by now
heels like that don't make sense
out in the field,
especially not in a midwest winter,
which leads me to believe
you haven't been in Chicago long.
New division,
new part of the country.
Special Agent Harkins
moves around.
No wedding ring.
Divorced? Nah.
I'm thinking never married,
but lots of boyfriends,
often the wrong kind
in the wrong place
at the wrong time,
and sometimes married,
of course.
The way you've worn down
those cuticles
and keep popping lozenges
like ***, you were smoking
pack and a half, maybe two packs
a day, until very recently.
Which worries me.
Overworked, lonely, single girl
who smokes too much,
can't stick around anywhere
for long,
an addictive personality
like that
opens you up
to all kinds of trouble.
How am I doing?
Now unless you tell me
that I'm suspended,
I've got a job to do,
so I'm gonna do that.
And with that, I will leave you
with two things
I didn't kill Henry Malloy.
What was the other thing?
Welcome to the "d.
"
(Door slams)
(Exhales deeply)
(Police radio chatter)
(Woman)
Male Hispanic suspect.
(Police radio chatter
continues)
Hey, what'd the Fed lady ask you?
Normal stuff.
She wants to interview
the whole unit, you know.
I'm gonna have to talk to her
at some point.
- You'll be fine.
Don't worry.
- What's she like anyway?
Ex-smoker.
It's a filthy habit.
Three dead.
And thousands of dollars
in large bills
floating around out there.
(Fitch)
Bullet casings on the floor.
And no bus driver.
Yeah.
Public transportation
ain't what it used to be.
(officer speaking indistinctly)
Melinda Cortez.
Age 72.
Wrong bus, wrong time.
Michael Chivers, 28.
Check it out.
(Sighs)
Got the old man's wallet
in his coat pocket.
"Charles Murray Boyer,
Grosse Pointe.
"
Robbery gone bad?
Yeah, for all concerned.
Well,
there's a 9-mil casing here.
Looks like Chivers got off
one round before he got hit.
One round
and three dead bodies.
Unless that's the magic bullet,
our second shooter
did most of the killing.
First one was ejected here.
So Chivers holds up Mr.
Boyer,
takes his wallet.
Then our other guy stands up
with his .
45.
Two gunmen
start shooting it out.
Chivers goes down,
two victims go down,
and Mr.
.
45 caliber
exits the bus.
We found a bunch more of these
with holes in 'em.
Denominations
are all $50 and $100.
I'm thinking drug money,
but we'll run the serials
in case we're dealing with
a bank robbery or something.
We got a blood trail that leads all the way
back into that field over there.
Bullet holes in a briefcase.
I mean, talk about
an exit wound.
Boom.
Totally blew out
the latch.
Couple hunnies still inside.
That explains
the hole in the bills.
Look at this.
Could be initials C.
M.
B.
Charles Murray Boyer.
I think it's safe to assume.
Mr.
Boyer got on the bus
with the briefcase.
So our second shooter
must've got hit on the bus,
grabs the briefcase, probably
didn't know it was damaged
Takes off into the field,
briefcase falls open,
- dumping money into the wind.
- Bus driver could be second shooter.
Either that or he saw
what happened and jetted.
Charles Boyer had
a Caddy key on his chain.
Onstar located his vehicle
Well, what is he doing
on that bus
with a briefcase full of cash?
How would you characterize
Detective Fitch?
Warm, fuzzy, always there with
a smile and a "How do you do?"
I detect sarcasm.
Wow.
You FBI guys are good.
You worked for narcotics
before you came to homicide.
Is that right?
So?
One of your old sources,
a drug dealer named Kilo,
called you to say
that Fitch's car was parked
a block away from where Malloy
was killed that night.
Are you tapping my phone?
No, but the DEA's
tapping Kilo's.
We share.
It's a Fed thing.
Wow.
You FBI guys
actually are good.
You failed to report this.
Look, the guy's an ***.
- Kilo?
- No.
Fitch.
I don't know
if he killed Malloy.
Frankly, I don't care.
But I do know one thing.
There's two types of cops
in this world.
There's Fitch
and there's the rest of us.
You take him off the street,
you just make my job
a whole lot harder.
(Knock on door)
Ma'am, sir, Detroit P.
D.
We're here about Charles Boyer.
I'm I'm his daughter.
We found your father's vehicle
a few miles away
from where he was killed.
Do you know why
he was on that bus?
Can you tell us what he was
doing in the city this morning?
Sometimes he goes to see
old friends.
Does he usually bring
a briefcase full of cash?
And you live here
with your father?
(Voice breaks)
Since mom died.
So it's just
the three of you
And your daughter.
Lily's Shayna's daughter.
Her dad's not in the picture.
Clark's the only father
she's known.
And where is Lily now?
(Cries)
Something you wanna tell us?
(Whispers)
Honey
Mnh-mnh.
Clark, please.
Please.
Lily was kidnapped.
Yesterday.
She was a little late
walking home from school.
Itlt's only three blocks
from here.
Then the phone rang.
I answered it,
and I heard her voice.
She just said, "Mommy,"
and then a man came on.
He said that he had Lily and he
wanted half a million dollars.
- He said that if we went to the police
- We wanted to call you guys.
- But dad wouldn't hear of it
- Charlie is so stubborn.
- He's
- An ex-marine.
He said he
He wanted to handle it himself.
He withdrew the money.
I begged
him to let me deliver it,
but if you knew him
He was supposed to drive his car
to the east side
- and wait for their call.
- They must've told him
- to get on the bus with the money
- To make sure he wasn't being followed.
- Have you heard from the kidnappers?
- Not since yesterday.
(Gasps)
Oh, my God.
They didn't get the money.
We have people who know how
to deal with this.
Please, my little girl!
We will do everything we can
to get your daughter back safe.
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
I understand
Malloy was threatening
to publish dirt
on Fitch in his paper.
That story never came out.
Malloy's *** might have
something to do with that.
He's not gonna shoot
an unarmed man in cold blood.
- People reach a breaking point.
- Not him.
He's
Not like other people.
Detective Sanchez,
is there something
between you and Fitch?
When you talk about him,
your body language is
Evasive in a particular way
I recognize.
So you wanna know
if we're sleeping together?
- I wanna know if he confides in you.
- You wanna know if I'm lying to protect him,
as if I can't separate my sex life
from my obligation to the badge.
Are we being defensive?
I get you.
You like to imply stuff
and then act like
it's not what you meant.
Well, I'm sorry, Agent Betty.
Fitch and I do not have a thing.
And this interview is finished.
(Door opens and closes)
(Man speaks indistinctly)
We're wired.
If they call again,
we'll be ready for a trace.
Sir, there was an A.
T.
M.
Across the street
from where the girl
was abducted.
- We pulled footage.
- Great.
(Speaking inaudibly)
Do you know him?
No.
No.
No.
How could she just
walk off with that man?
She knows better!
Honey, she'll be okay.
I (Sighs)
(Beep)
So you and your partner had
a conversation with Fitch.
What conversation?
Last week, over lunch.
- Oh, you mean that private conversation?
- It was overheard.
Fitch suggested that someone
should put a bullet in Malloy.
Look, people say
all kinds of things.
So you're confirming
what he said.
Is that right?
Detective Mahajan?
(Inhales deeply)
I'm sorry, it's just,
every time you turn your head
with that thing in your mouth
(Exhales deeply)
Your shadow
looks like F.
D.
R.
Look, you come in here
and talk to our co-workers
and try to get us
to turn against each other.
This how a witch hunt works
on the Federal level?
It goes to motive.
Add the fact
that Fitch's whereabouts
the night of Malloy's ***
- are still unaccounted for
- Look, Fitch did not kill Malloy, okay?
- You're positive?
- 100%.
to testify under oath?
Yes, under oath,
I would testify that I am
Pretty damn close to sure
that Fitch did not kill Malloy.
It's been almost 24 hours
since she was taken.
- It doesn't look good.
- They didn't get their money.
As sick as it sounds,
this is a business for them.
We'll be ready
when they call looking for it.
Just talked to the M.
E.
All three victims on that bus
- were shot with a .
45.
- The guy didn't want any witnesses.
You're thinking he may have been
involved in the kidnapping.
I'm thinking he's our best chance
at finding that little girl.
Yeah, where do we start?
- Cliff Robbins.
- Bus driver?
- Maybe he can lead us to the shooter.
- Cops are out looking for him.
Stone and Sanchez already talked
to his girlfriend, she's not helping any.
All right, have them meet us
at her place.
I got an idea.
Police already searched
my house.
I told them
I haven't talked to Cliff
since he left for work
this morning.
Ms.
Stilton, we're not here
about Cliff.
We're here for you.
Me?
Ma'am, your boyfriend witnessed
a triple homicide this morning.
We have reason to believe
the killers may use you
to keep Cliff
from identifying them.
We'd like to put you
in protective custody.
For how long?
- Days, weeks.
.
- A month.
Until the killers are found.
Important thing is
you'll be safe.
Now take your time,
pack a suitcase.
We'll be in the car out front
when you're ready.
(Door squeaks)
Well, I give her two minutes.
(Stone) So how'd it go in there
with agent ***?
Chick talk, mostly.
You?
Told her what I think
about Fitch.
Yeah.
Me, too.
I'm scared that he might
be in real trouble.
Maybe he did
do something stupid.
Look (Sighs)
Fitch can take care of himself.
(Car engine starts in distance,
revs)
Fitch, she's on the move.
(Tires screech)
There she is.
Pull over.
(Engine revving)
Look at that.
Dealer plates.
That's right off the lot.
That's gotta be him.
(Tires screeching,
siren wailing)
(Brakes screech)
(Washington)
Let me see your hands!
Get 'em up!
(Fitch) Detroit police.
Step out of the car.
(Stone) Out of the car.
Put your hands behind your head.
Get on your knees.
Nice ride, Mr.
Robbins.
New, pre-owned charger on a bus driver's
salary, huh? (Handcuffs clicking)
I'm guessing he paid cash.
(Door squeaks)
(Door closes)
- Hey! I didn't kill these people!
- You're in a lot of trouble, Mr.
Robbins.
I think it's time
to get on the proverbial bus.
Tell us what happened.
I was on my route.
This old
white dude gets on my bus.
A few minutes later,
I hear shouting.
Some punk pulls out a gun,
trying to rob the old dude.
- Is that the robber?
- That's the guy.
- Michael Chivers.
- The old man gives him his wallet,
but this punk wants
the briefcase.
The old man won't give it up.
They start tussling,
and then this other dude stands
up at the front of the bus
with a gun.
That's the dude! That's the guy!
He started shooting everybody.
Then he got hit and took off,
bleeding pretty bad.
The man who shot these people
you know him?
Well, he been riding the bus
all week.
- He always get off at the same stop.
- He's casing the route.
- Where'd you drop him off?
- All right.
Thanks.
Patrol units are out
around the bus stop,
running plates
on parked vehicles.
They found one registered
to a Leonard Jaspers.
He's got a record.
That's our kidnapper.
- Got an address.
- Let's go get the girl.
(Man) Clear!
(Man) Clear!
(Man) Clear!
They must be keeping her
someplace else.
Cell phone.
Maybe we can
get somethin' off it.
Looks like he was
counting his money.
Too bad you can't
take it with you.
I don't need the Feds
turning my command upside down.
We do more murders in a week
than a Federal Agent
handles in a year.
And the last time
I read the paper,
the Department of Justice
had bigger problems
- than a dead, dirty millionaire
in Detroit.
- Ta-da ♪
I've made my point.
Please extend my concerns
to the chief.
Thank you.
(Hangs up receiver)
Sorry if I'm cramping
your style.
What gave you that idea?
(Scoffs)
So your agents out in the field,
they find anything on Malloy?
- Oh, they're pursuing a few leads.
- Suspects?
I'm not at liberty to discuss.
Ohh, or you'd have
to kill me, right?
Sorry.
Fitch didn't do it.
- But what if he did?
- He didn't.
Not my question.
If he did,
then he's on his own,
and he'll get what he deserves.
Let me ask you this.
Would you call it
a justifiable homicide?
Malloy was involved in all sorts
of corruption and crime
at the highest
and lowest levels.
He was having people
summarily executed.
I don't know how
to define "justifiable.
"
But I can assure you this,
the world's a damn better place
for his being out of it.
I've gotta run a case review.
I'm getting heat from the press
and the mayor's office
on this bus triple.
Download me.
We're running our dead perp,
Leonard Jaspers,
to see who he might have
been working with.
Sorry.
Can I borrow
Detective Washington?
Now?
Looks like you got things
pretty well under control here,
right, lieutenant?
Ten minutes.
Come on.
I'll buy you a coffee.
The, uh, cell phone we found
with Jaspers' body was a burner,
prepaid account.
V.
C.
U.
Broke it down.
We had it deciphered for all incoming
and outgoing communications.
The messages themselves
were auto-deleted.
This 7-1-6 number's
pretty popular.
An hour or so prior
to the bus murders,
Jasper started texting
someone at that number.
Another prepaid phone?
Yeah, the texts continue
regularly
for the next four hours, getting
closer together after noon.
All of which leads us
to believe
he may have been in contact
with partners.
So once the situation
goes sideways on the bus,
- he and his cohorts are trying to regroup.
- But meanwhile, Jaspers secretly
hightails it back to his apartment
with his little chunk of change,
thinking he'd get away with it.
Not knowing that
he's gonna die like that.
It's a theory.
So?
We use this number to resume
the texting that stopped
when our perp died.
We pretend we're him,
say we have the money,
- and we're ready to split it up.
- Lure out any other kidnappers.
I think it's our best shot.
Well, let's get to it then.
A little girl's life
hangs in the balance.
Text the kidnappers.
Set up a meeting.
So you worked with him
for what, six months?
Since right after my transfer
to homicide.
How's that goin'?
Fitch is a great partner
and an excellent mentor.
It takes about two minutes
with Detective Fitch
to see he's not exactly
mentor material.
(Stirring coffee)
You'd be surprised.
(Spoon clatters)
I would.
You got shot your first day.
Was he mentoring you then?
- Fitch became fixated on Malloy, didn't he?
- I don't know if I'd say "fixated.
"
He started hounding the man,
hunting him down,
looking for reasons
to go after him.
Reasons weren't hard to find.
The night Malloy was killed, you and Fitch
- had been in conflict, hadn't you?
- That's not such an unusual thing for us.
But this was about Malloy,
about how out of control
Fitch was getting.
Did he say anything that might
lead you to believe he could
take things into his own hands?
(Sighs)
I'm a Federal investigator.
Lying to me or withholding comes
with serious ramifications.
- He said Malloy was never gonna stop.
- Unless what?
He didn't say.
He just left.
The weapon used
to *** malloy was a .
38.
Does that mean anything to you?
No.
Fitch carries
a .
38 backup piece?
- Why are you holding out on me, detective?
- It doesn't mean anything.
A .
357 can also fire
a .
38 bullet.
That's your best defense?
"Ballistics is in the eye of the beholder"?
(Knock on door)
We, uh, need him back,
Agent Harkins.
Oh, we're done for now.
(Sighs)
Fitch is a messed-up dude,
and he
Pisses me off
a lot of the time.
He doesn't trust people, which
makes it hard to trust him,
but I don't think
he'd kill Malloy.
I don't think he'd do it,
and if he did,
even against my own instincts,
I'd write it off
as something that had to be done.
Well, then you'd be in grave
trouble as well, detective.
I'm not talking about legality.
I'm talking about necessity.
We're out here
trying to save a city!
There's no written code
for that.
(Door slams)
(Fitch) They're late.
Their text said
they'd be here by 3:00.
I talked to her, you know.
Told her you were innocent.
Do you think I am?
I'm not so sure.
All the more reason for me
to be appreciative.
And tell me the truth.
You think that little girl's
still alive?
(Sighs) Yeah.
I do.
You're an optimist.
I like that.
(Sighs) Did I kill Malloy?
Doesn't part of you hope I did?
And won't you be a little
let down either way?
(Radio beeps, static)
(Mahajan) Incoming, gents.
Here we go.
(Engine starts)
(Tires screech, siren wailing)
Detroit P.
D.
!
Hands on the vehicle!
(Handcuffs clicking)
(Washington) Clark Wilkins,
you're under arrest.
(Mason) He doesn't know where
they've taken the girl.
He won't eat, won't speak.
Tried to hang himself
in lockup.
Can you blame him?
Clark?
If you don't talk to us,
we can't help Lily.
(Door closes)
People make mistakes.
Good people.
They get pushed
into the center of the storm.
They can't see a way out,
so they do things.
Things they never dreamed
they would ever do.
And I know all about that,
believe me.
She called me "daddy.
"
You're like her father.
A father wouldn't do this.
Clark, I know how much
you love Lily.
I know you would never
intentionally hurt her.
And right now you can
help save her.
Okay?
Take me through it.
My business was hurting.
I needed $250,000, or I was
gonna lose everything.
Times are tough.
I couldn't get a loan,
and I couldn't go
to Shayna's father
because he would
see me as a failure.
And there was a guy
that I worked with.
- The man in the video.
- Leonard Jaspers.
He said that he could help me
do this.
He said he would
- bring some people in.
- Any idea who they were?
No, that was part of the deal.
I-I wasI was
I-I was supposed to
Get the money from Charlie
and hand it over,
and then then they were
They were gonna give me half
and return Lily.
But Charlie insisted
on doing the trade,
and it all went to hell.
I told him what to say
to her
So that Lily would
walk away with him.
The kidnappers just
texted Clark's phone.
They want $1 million,
or they're gonna kill Lily.
- They're waiting for him to reach out.
- So what do we do?
Set up a delivery.
They don't
know what Clark looks like.
One of our people
stands in for him.
We move when
the money's traded.
They're gonna be
looking out for us.
We get spotted, what happens
to the little girl then?
We have surveillance options.
Best thing about being a Fed
is all the toys.
We could track you,
have our people in proximity.
They'd never know.
(Telephone ringing in distance)
Send the text.
Let 'em think
Clark has the money.
(Clears throat)
(Cell phone ringing)
That doesn't sound like a text.
It's not, but that's
the kidnapper's number.
Wait, wait, wait.
What are you doing?
The only one of them
Clark talked to is dead.
These guys don't know his voice.
Should I let it go to message?
I need quiet! Quiet!
Kill the phones!
(Ring, beep)
Hello?
(Man) Clark Wilkins?
Yes.
Th-this is Clark Wilkins.
You got the money?
Yes, I have the money.
But please
I wanna hear her voice.
Hold on.
It's your daddy.
(Lily) Daddy? Daddy?
You good?
Thank you.
Yes.
You got the whole million?
Yes.
$1 million.
And where do I bring it?
(Belt buckle clinking)
(Inhales and exhales deeply)
Do me a favor.
Name it.
- Something happens out there
- Nothing's gonna happen.
- Can I finish, please?
- Well sorry.
Thank you.
I would be very appreciative
(Sighs)
If you would tell my kid
that I wanted
to fix itUp.
You know, that I was trying.
Yeah, I'll tell him.
(Zips loudly)
I made a huge mistake.
I was going after
this mobster, Albert Stram.
Albert Stram?
You went after "Big Al" Stram?
I was getting close.
One night, he calls me
out of the blue,
offers me a deal.
Leave New York,
or he'd kill my kid.
(Sighs)
Linda and I were separated,
so they don't know
anything about this, so
I thought
I made the right choice.
S-so, um
Maybe you could tell him.
Hey, nothing's gonna happen
out there.
Something's gonna happen.
I'm gonna save that little girl.
(Locker door slams)
(Cell phone rings, beep)
Hello?
Yes.
I understand.
(Cell phone rings)
Yeah.
(Horn blares)
(Whirring)
Stop
And leave the case,
Mr.
Wilkins.
Where's Lily?
Just leave it there.
I'm not going anywhere
without my child.
When you go outside,
you'll get a call,
telling you where to find her.
No.
No more phone calls.
I could kill you,
and nobody would know.
I brought the money.
All I want is my kid.
You're stupid, you know that?
This whole thing was your idea.
Sorry.
(Door bangs open)
(Man) Freeze!
(Man) I got it! I got it!
(Man) Come on!
We got it, we got it!
(Man) Don't move.
(Handcuffs clicking)
Told you I wouldn't lose you.
My name is
Detective Louis Fitch.
Where's Lily?!
(Man) Freeze!
Uhh!
(Corinne Bailey Rae's
"love's on its way" playing)
Father ♪
I wish I had understanding ♪
never known more ♪
never been so well informed,
we know the score ♪
heard it all before ♪
never felt more powerless ♪
so much blood on the streets ♪
so much hope refused ♪
so much
grainy teenage photographs ♪
on the evening news ♪
ooh, ooh ♪
when everywhere's violence ♪
silently I go ♪
love's ♪
Mommy!
On ♪
oh, Lily! (Crying)
Its way ♪
ooh ♪
hope it won't be too late ♪
(Exhales deeply)
Wonder what
they're doing in there.
Verdict's coming down.
It's gonna be fine.
You ever think about
what you would do
if you weren't a cop?
Yeah, I think about it
sometimes.
(Door opens)
Fitch.
(Fitch sighs)
As I've already said
to Lieutenant Mason,
I wanna thank you for surrendering
your backup piece for a ballistics check.
What'd you find? I was with
Oswald on the grassy knoll?
Your weapon's been cleared.
It doesn't match the gun
used to kill Malloy.
Lucky for me.
That's his way
of saying "thank you.
"
So where's
your investigation at?
Agents picked up
a suspect at the border.
He's a known contract killer
with a decades-long record
of violent felonies
believed to have been working
for a crime boss in New York,
who's on the radar
of Federal authorities
in the Southern district.
- What crime boss is that?
- Albert "Big Al" Stram.
Huh.
So you're heading back
to Chicago?
No further need
to disrupt things.
Hey, for a, uh
For a grand inquisitor,
you're not so bad.
It was a pleasure working
with Detroit homicide.
Let's do it again sometime.
If I ever get out
to Chi-town
they hate that, you know,
Chi-town.
Nobody calls it that.
Congratulations.
It's a bitter pill.
I kinda found myself
wishing I was guilty.
(Bottle cap clinking,
indistinct conversations)
(Seat belt clicks)
(Window squeaking)
Hey, you got a dollar?
Get in out of the cold, okay?
(Chuckles) Always count
on you, Fitch.
Take care of yourself.
Thanks, man.
You, too.
All right.
(Window whirs)
(Cell phone rings)
(Ring)
(Ring, beep)
Fitch here.
(Man) Lou.
Been a while.
Big Al.
Looks like I helped you
make the streets of Detroit
a little safer.
Is that what you did?
Funny how a guy like Malloy
can put you and me
on the same side.
I don't think we'll ever
be on the same side.
Yeah.
Well, we'll see about that.
I hear Detroit is
the land of opportunity.
I could use a friend there.
You can always buy one.
You're good at that.
(Chuckles)
I'll be seeing you, Lou.
(Line disconnects)
(Beep)