Late one?
Yeah.
Sorry, again, that I couldn't join you for that drink last night.
I appreciate you asking.
I don't want you to think I didn't...
Don't worry.
Maybe some other time?
Hey.
Everything okay there?
Sure.
You know Stone. He's...
Yeah.
All right, playtime's over, people.
Got a young woman found downtown. Fitch, Washington.
Sanchez, Stone. You guys go, too.
On it.
Also, a young male turned up dead
in a trash bin on the Westside.
Longford, Mahajan.
Sorry, boss. Due in court.
That's this morning?
What was that case again?
Remember that brutal home invasion we worked?
Racist dude locked that kid in the closet,
killed the mom even after she gave up the safe combination?
There was someone there who got roughed up, a tutor, right?
Yeah. He was the break in the case.
Right there. Jake Silva.
Yeah, gave a positive ID.
His testimony is gonna put that skinhead son of a bitch away.
I hope his cellmate rubs his bald little head for good luck
just before he bends him over...
All right, Detective.
All right, Jake,
let's go help our favorite psychopath make some new friends.
Washington can go.
Excuse me?
With Longford.
We're two teams here. He's solo without Mahajan,
that doesn't seem right.
That all right with you, Detective?
Yeah. That'll work.
All right. Let's get to it then.
Looks like one to the chest.
Carol James.
Doesn't look like a robbery.
Definitely not a robbery.
She was engaged.
Talked to the guy that runs the Brazilian place on the corner.
He said he found the body this morning.
She ate at the restaurant last night, left around 10:00.
Was she with anyone?
Yeah. Older guy, beard.
The fiance?
Manager says they were fighting, got pretty heated.
He's gonna check the credit card records, see if he can pull a name.
Got an employee ID here.
She worked for Solar Stratagems in Tech Town.
Let's call, see if anyone knows the fiance.
He's our first stop.
We're supposed to be partners,
Fitch treats me like a step-child.
I'm minding my own business,
then, bam, cut from the squad.
Kinda like JV basketball all over again, huh?
That some crack about my height?
'Cause any time you wanna lace them up...
Easy. It was a joke.
Sorry. Fitch doesn't do jokes.
Blunt force trauma to the head.
Anybody see anything?
Guy upstairs called it in.
He's on probation. House arrest.
Pervis? Where is my hot water?
It's coming, Nana.
Who are you?
I asked them to send me the white dude, Finch, Fitz.
You mean Fitch.
Did y'all send me the rookie?
Hey, Pooch.
You know this guy?
My first collar. Day one.
He did all right on the field test. Flunked the interview, though.
He tried to come at me too hard,
he didn't realize who he was dealing with.
Pervis! Where's my hot water?
I'm sorry. It's coming, Nana.
So, what can you tell us about that body?
I could tell you plenty.
How much I'm gonna tell you, that's up to y'all.
Why don't you have the judge remove this hardware?
How about you tell us what you know,
or we'll get three more months tacked on your house arrest?
I'll tell you. Just not here.
Take me down to the station.
You asking for protection?
It's her.
I've been here 24-7 for almost two months now.
I can't take it no more, I'm about to snap.
Pervis! Where's my hot water?
I swear, y'all gonna have another homicide on your hands
if you don't get me outta here for a couple of hours.
Hey, there's a dead body and you know something about it.
Now, if you don't start talking
you're gonna be looking at obstruction.
Take me in for obstruction.
Daniel Park?
You the fiance of Carol James?
Yes.
She was having dinner with my ex-business partner last night.
Serge Bostic. He's a real lowlife.
I take it there's bad blood there.
Serge and I had a company making solar panels.
Carol was our top engineer.
He made everything hard,
antagonized the clients, he pissed off the employees,
so I left to do my own thing.
And took Carol with you.
Carol developed a new type of photovoltaic cell.
Hybrid nanotechnology. She's incredibly brilliant.
Was, I mean.
I understand that this is difficult for you.
But can you think of any reason
why she would be out with your ex-partner?
He called her,
he said he was tired of fighting,
said he wanted to bury the hatchet.
I knew he was garbage. I didn't think he was capable of this.
Mr. Park, can you tell us where to find this guy?
Yeah.
Okay.
It's all up to you now, Jake. You ready?
Sure.
Look, he cannot hurt you anymore, you understand me?
It's over. Let's go put this bastard away.
Come on. You got it.
Then the defendant killed the victim,
Shirley Blanton, with that knife
while her 10-year-old son, tied up in a nearby closet,
was forced to listen to his mother scream for mercy.
And was there someone else in that closet as well?
Yes.
Jake Silva. A brave 19-year-old young man
who was the boy's tutor,
and he also served as a crucial eyewitness
in the apprehension of the defendant.
Thank you, Detective Mahajan.
The People call Jacob Silva to the stand.
It's okay.
He took off.
The People request a brief adjournment.
Motion granted.
What the hell happened? I thought you said he was ready.
Look, the kid's a little nervous, okay?
You need to find Jake Silva and get him back here now, Detective,
or this killer's gonna walk. You got that?
I got it.
Listen, about last night,
I just really think we need to talk about it.
I really don't.
Okay.
Mr. Bostic, what was the purpose of your dinner last night?
Old friends, catching up.
I hadn't seen her in a while.
Her fiance Daniel said you wanted to bury the hatchet.
Now, that suggests to me that you and Carol had been fighting.
Daniel was trying to drive a wedge between us forever.
Manager of the restaurant said you two were arguing,
said it got ugly.
I was trying to convince her to come and work for me again.
But Carol didn't agree,
that must have been very frustrating to you.
I didn't kill her, okay?
Carol was like a daughter to me.
I was trying to save her from him.
I want to believe you, Mr. Bostic.
Before I left the restaurant,
I hopped on a conference call.
I was on that call for almost two hours.
You can check with the maitre d'.
I'm a legitimate businessman, not like Daniel.
Daniel's not legitimate?
Daniel is a disloyal bastard with a long list of enemies.
Do you think that I'm the only one that he ever burned?
Who are we talking about exactly?
Why don't you start with all the investors he bought out?
The ones that he convinced that he was going bankrupt
right before he won that big contract.
I bet you those guys aren't too happy with him right now.
Yeah, you hooked this up right.
Mmm.
Nana got a rule about junk food.
What you got for us, Pooch?
Dead homie in the trash can, his name is Toucan.
Nickel-and-dime dealer.
Used to work outta that abandoned house
across the street from me.
He have any enemies?
What you think? He was a drug dealer.
Plus he was always running his mouth
about something that he shouldn't be.
It's how he got the name Toucan, he's always squawking.
You got any idea who might have killed him?
Cat named Dutch.
He's trying to take over LaSalle Gardens.
You'll probably wanna start there.
So you think Dutch took Toucan out as part of a turf war?
Send a message to other dealers.
Dutch don't play, man.
Where can we find Dutch?
You know what,
some soft-serve to wash this down right now...
Don't push it.
I ain't saying that you gotta go get it. I'll go.
Ain't there a Dairy Dream down the street on Woodward?
Why you so mad all the time?
Look, man, I don't know where Dutch is, all right?
I been chilling with Nana.
I ain't exactly had my ear to the streets lately.
All right, thanks for your help.
We'll get somebody to take you back.
I give you all this information,
you can't even let a brother finish his pizza?
Let's see if any of this pans out.
You better not be messing with us
just to get time away from your grandma.
Could you bring me a pop?
Narcotics has no known current address for Dutch.
Here. The trash bin Toucan was in.
See how there's blood dried against the inside back wall?
Yeah.
That says to me that the bin was tilted for an extended period.
Like so.
Which means it was being wheeled.
So wherever he was killed, he was dumped into a nearby trash can
then wheeled over.
Aren't all these bins registered with the DPW?
Mmm-hmm.
So if we plug in the serial number on this one,
we get back the address it belongs to.
The potential location of the killing and where Dutch lives.
That's good. We're good.
What you doing?
You know, fist bump.
Blow it up. Blow it up.
That's right. Now talk about it.
Seriously. Fist bump.
Blow it up.
Talk about it.
Let's run that serial number,
find out where we're going.
How important is this guy to the case?
Very.
We need that witness to have any shot at getting a conviction.
We think he's having anxiety about facing his assailant.
Can't you just get a bench warrant issued?
Not if we can't find him.
The receptionist said Daniel Park might be in here?
He left a while ago to make arrangements for Carol.
Sorry about your colleague.
Yes. We worked together very closely.
And you are?
I'm Jeffrey Cage. I knew Carol since college,
so we were very close.
So you said.
Why don't we step out here?
Is there anything that you might be able to tell us
that'll help us figure out what happened to your friend?
She was gonna break it off with him.
Carol found out there was another woman.
She didn't know who, but she was scared.
Scared of Daniel? The other woman?
Well, that's all I know.
I should probably get back to work.
Let's pick up Daniel Park.
You know what bugged me the most about Fitch?
The not talking.
The guy goes hours without saying squat.
He should give Mahajan lessons. That guy don't shut up.
Maybe we should switch partners.
"The other guy's wife is always better."
Detroit PD.
Detroit PD. Open up.
Hello. May I help you, gentlemen?
You're sure you didn't hear anything last night?
Couple of guys fighting outside?
Not a peep.
So how about some pie? It's pecan.
No, thanks. Smells good though.
I'll take a piece.
Handsome young man like yourself,
you know you need some meat on your bones.
I had a big breakfast.
You're gonna hurt my feelings.
I'm not used to men saying no to me.
Guess I shouldn't be rude.
You know, I'm good. I don't need any pie.
I'm gonna go see if the neighbors heard anything.
This is amazing. What's in this?
Secret recipe.
That's not my best, either.
I'm very popular with young men,
especially my son's friends.
You have a son?
Dutch.
Put your hands behind your back.
Now!
All right, Carol James left the restaurant around 10:00 p.m. last night,
after having dinner with this guy.
Now, his alibi checks out.
But Daniel Park claims he was home by himself all night.
Which doesn't mean he did it.
Yet, suddenly we can't find him.
He was supposed to go to the mortuary, never showed up.
And he's not answering his cell phone.
So he's in the wind.
Or taking private time to grieve.
You're not buying this love triangle thing, Fitch?
It's a theory.
I'd put more stock in it if we knew who this other woman was.
The Cyber unit's working on gaining access to Daniel's e-mail.
Maybe that'll tell us.
Meanwhile, we put a citywide out on his car.
Finch! Hey, Finch!
What up? I know you remember me, dog. Pooch.
Pooch. Yeah. How you doing?
Good, man. Living right. Down here helping y'all out.
We all on the same team now, Finch.
Yeah. I can see that.
Dawg, I told you I ain't do nothing, man!
You're wasting my time with all of this.
Yo, that Pooch?
Yo, man, I want my phone call.
Y'all violating my rights, man.
Yo, Dutch? What up, doe? Y'all got the wrong dude!
Dutch is clean! Stay strong, Dutch!
He guilty as the day is long.
Look, man, I had no beef with Toucan.
He wasn't moving product in your territory?
We had that all worked out.
You know, he gave me a nice little piece of whatever he made.
Yeah? That why we found his body in your mama's garbage bin?
And his blood in her alleyway?
Y'all tripping. I wasn't even at my mama's house last night.
This fool giving y'all the runaround, man. Where's Finch?
See, you need to put Finch in there, then he gonna crack.
'Cause Finch is the man.
Fitch!
His name is Fitch!
Oh. Easy, rookie.
So if you wasn't at your mama's, where were you?
I was with my boy JB.
We was playing Renegade Hero all night at his crib.
Ask him yourself,
he at work right now over at Eastern Market.
You JB?
Yeah.
Detroit Police.
What's this about?
Where were you last night?
This about Dutch?
It is, ain't it?
Yeah. I was with Dutch.
Where?
My place.
Playing Renegade Hero.
I mean, that's what he told y'all, right?
You realize, if you're lying,
you're looking at accessory to murder.
You sure you wanna do that to yourself, JB?
You can write it up. I'll sign it, swear it, whatever.
Me and Dutch were playing video games all night.
JB's more afraid of Dutch than jail.
He's not coming off that story.
He didn't even know he had the right story until he read me.
It was a lucky guess.
And how do you know he wasn't reading me?
It was me, okay? He saw it in my face.
It's why I suck at cards.
It's funny.
A few years back, me and Fitch worked this homicide together.
No suspects, no witnesses, no physical evidence,
I mean WFO, it was a nightmare.
But finally we cracked it.
Yeah, and?
Well, your boy Fitch was one miserable SOB till we did.
Beat himself up day and night.
So, what are you...
Hey, I'm not like Fitch.
There's worse people to be like.
Well, I'm not.
Maybe he sees himself in you.
That's why he's hard on you.
It's why most mentors are hard on their proteges.
He is not my mentor, okay? We're not like you and Mahajan.
Oh, no. I am not Mahajan's mentor.
Course you are.
I take the rap for a lot of stuff,
but I will not be blamed for that mess.
I understand, ma'am.
It's just I'm in kind of in a bit of a hurry here. What?
No, I'd love to help you, it's...
What? Okay, you know what,
I'm just gonna put you on hold real quick.
Okay. Yeah. You're still talking. Bye.
Any luck finding your witness?
Yeah. I finally got a lead on his girlfriend.
She volunteers over at one of these urban farming places.
I'm gonna go over there and check it out.
And holding on two, some woman,
wants to know when Pooch will be home to make her lunch,
says her name is Nana or something.
Okay, finally got into Daniel Park's e-mail,
recovered some deleted messages from a Kendra.
Including one that had this attachment.
Okay. Can we get a last name on Kendra?
Maybe location, some info off her billing account?
Well, the IP address is private,
but we're working on a warrant.
Meanwhile, this pic is low res,
probably taken with a smartphone.
So it could be geotagged?
Exactly.
Longitude and latitude where it was taken.
Yeah. Embedded in the EXIF file. Yeah, I know what a geotag is.
You just looked a little lost.
Texas.
In Lubbock.
In Hamilton Park.
Thanks, Greg.
But keep working on that IP address, all right? We need a name.
Got you.
Looks like we found our other woman.
We should contact PD in Lubbock, send them out those pictures.
Yeah, okay. Hey, wait. Just wait one second, please.
Look, about last night...
Don't... It was...
Hey, come here.
It was great.
All right, obviously we crossed some lines
that we weren't supposed to cross.
Obviously you regret that.
You have no idea how I feel, okay?
No, I don't. Why don't you tell me?
Look, I just got a call. Uni found Daniel's car at the bus depot.
All right. We gotta lock that terminal down then, huh?
Taken care of. Get your coat. Let's go.
Daniel Park's credit card records
said he bought a ticket to Dallas.
Well, makes sense, since the other woman may live there.
Open it up.
Daniel?
Daniel Park?
Sorry.
Right here. I got something.
Okay, watch this. You see that?
That's Daniel's car pulling in.
Right?
Now, he gets out of his car,
and then he starts to walk towards the entrance of the terminal.
Go to five.
We see him walking towards the entrance.
Wait a minute.
Walks past the entrance?
And over there.
The taxi stand.
Daniel left his car at the bus depot
to make us think that he left town.
But he's still in Detroit.
Jake really loves this city.
When I moved here, he was determined to make me a convert.
Every day, it was something new.
Concerts downtown at the Fox.
The festivals at Hart Plaza. Punchki Day in Hamtramck...
Sounds like he made you a believer.
I'm here, aren't I?
Jake turned me on to these guys, too.
Recruited a lot of these people actually.
After that thing with the woman getting killed,
he just kind of dropped out of life.
Do you have any idea where Jake might be?
When Jake needed to get away,
he loved fishing.
Really? Where would he go?
The river front, the old bridge.
Belle Isle's his favorite.
Belle Isle.
There's no better spot for fishing.
No. No, there isn't.
Okay. Thank you so much, okay?
And hey, you know what? Keep this up.
All this planting and digging and stuff, it's great.
If you see Jake,
tell him we miss him here.
I will. He'll appreciate it.
Coroner's report's interesting.
Somebody took my panini.
Blunt force trauma to the head and neck.
Irregular bruising, multiple lacerations, etcetera, etcetera.
Name was right on the wrapper,
big black letters, "Longford."
But check this part.
"Fragments of coconut shell extracted
"from the posterior cranial wound."
He was beaten to death with a coconut?
Look at these marks. Square,
with a few dozen, evenly spaced indentations.
Like a golf ball.
It was Pooch.
Pooch killed Toucan?
Pooch took my lunch. Had to be.
He's the only one foolish enough to mess with my panini.
Getting close to something?
Got a suspect in custody, he's alibi'd up pretty good, though.
Got a buddy covering for him.
We're gonna need a murder weapon. Show her the pictures.
Your panini.
You left it in my office this morning.
Those indentations, I recognize that pattern.
Some kind of kitchen tool.
Meat tenderizer.
People still use those?
My mother had one.
You realize that's been sitting around for eight hours, right?
Your mom use any meat recipes that had coconut in them?
It's not just used for meat.
You'd break a coconut open with it,
maybe crush walnuts, pecans, you know, stuff for baking.
Dutch's mom.
We'd like permission to look through your house, ma'am.
Now, you could make us get a search warrant
but that's usually an indication you've got something to hide,
which I don't think you do.
Hey.
Okay. Your meat mallet had two sets of prints on it.
One set was all over it, suggesting repeated use.
Yeah, it's probably MaryBeth's.
Wasn't in the system.
I'm getting close on the other one, though.
And...
Bam! The boy's good.
JB?
What about Dutch?
It doesn't mean Dutch wasn't involved.
He might have made JB take care of Toucan for him.
We're gonna have to bring JB in.
See if we can play them off of each other.
Okay. Thanks, Cash. You're the man.
No. I'm the prince. The prince of prints.
Yeah, I already told you, I'm not calling you that.
Hey, everyone, listen up.
Excuse me, anybody see this guy today?
Jake Silva?
Hey, people are trying to fish here.
Yeah, like it's my fault your bucket's empty.
Maybe you should spring for some live bait.
Sorry I couldn't help.
I got it.
Thank you.
3:22 p.m. fare to Farnsworth Street.
That's where Daniel's offices are.
He's hiding somewhere in that building.
I'll call Mason, have a canine unit meet us there.
Yeah, ask him to check with Cyber, too,
and see where we are with that IP address.
And a name for the other woman.
If Daniel's in town, she might be, too.
If Daniel Park is in this building, this dog will find him.
Come on.
Are you ready for another shot at JB?
Oh, yeah.
All right.
JB!
Where you going?
JB!
Hold up!
We need to check all the trashcans.
Search, boy, search.
Hey, JB!
Stop!
Hey, Jake!
Jake Silva!
Search! Search!
We got a hit!
Detroit PD.
Easy.
Anybody got a blade?
It's Daniel Park.
Rigor mortis just setting in.
He's only been dead a couple of hours.
Stone.
Yes, Lieutenant.
Probably stashed here temporarily.
Whoever killed Daniel had to drive his car right to the bus depot.
To make us think that Daniel skipped town after killing Carol.
The killer used one murder to cover the other.
Thank you. All right, we've got info on that IP address.
It's registered to an employee of Solar Stratagems.
The other woman works here?
No. There is no other woman.
Those photos were sent by the same guy
that put us on Kendra in the first place.
Jeffrey Cage, same height and build as Daniel.
He might be the one getting out of Daniel's car in the surveillance footage.
Why would Jeffrey kill Carol? He's known her since college.
Jealousy, rage. He said they were close.
Maybe he was obsessed with her.
Where's Jeffrey Cage?
I think he just left.
This is Detective Fitch.
I need to set up a perimeter around the Solar building.
Jeffrey.
I know you didn't mean to kill her.
You loved her, didn't you?
It's hard when someone doesn't love you back.
Yes, it is.
Ariana, what are you doing?
She knows what she's doing.
He didn't appreciate her.
Not like you did. So you invented that other woman?
Create conflict, maybe break them up?
But it didn't work.
She figured out it was me.
So you waited for her outside that restaurant.
If you couldn't have her then no one else could.
No. No. I wasn't gonna hurt her.
I just wanted to talk to her.
She pulled out a gun.
This gun.
You struggled, it went off, it's an accident.
Don't, Jeffrey! Don't!
Who's gonna keep Carol's memory alive?
The way she's supposed to be remembered?
No one knew her like you did.
You said it yourself.
It's the one thing only you can give her.
Don't you want that?
Give me the gun, Jeffrey.
It's okay.
Give me the gun.
It's okay.
I wanted to be there this morning. I just...
When it came time, I couldn't face him.
I understand, Jake. I understand completely.
What you went through that night was horrible.
But if you don't testify...
Look.
It wasn't just what I said.
He did things. He...
Bad things. He...
He touched me.
He humiliated me, said I wasn't a man.
I'm sorry, I didn't know.
He had a gun.
Guys like that, they always hide behind their guns.
Was at your gardens today.
What they're doing, rehabilitating the city,
restoring civic pride...
They're good people.
It's a waste of time.
It's a total waste.
Why fix up Detroit
if we're gonna let people like this guy go free, right?
Can't just plant vegetables, Jake.
We have to stand up to them.
We can rebuild all we want,
they're just gonna tear it all down again.
I wanna help.
I do.
Hey. Um...
You did really good out there today.
I'm sorry if I... You know.
It's okay.
About last night,
you're right.
It was nice.
And I don't regret what happened.
Okay.
But it can't happen anymore.
Yeah...
My career's the only thing I'm focusing on right now.
Are we good?
Yeah, we're good.
He's been like that since we brought him in.
Won't say a word.
I still think Dutch might be involved,
but JB would never tell us if he was, he's too afraid of him.
So, you brought in Dutch's mom?
Victim was killed in her alleyway,
murder weapon was found in her house,
she's gotta know something.
You two gonna go at her together?
We think we'll get further if we give her some alone time with Detective Washington.
Sounds good.
Uh, listen.
If things get ugly,
shouldn't we have a safe word?
I got my hair done today. What do you think?
Look, ma'am,
your son says he was with JB all night.
But JB's prints are on the murder weapon.
So Dutch's own testimony places him there for the killing...
Dutch had nothing to do with that boy's murder.
Dutch is a good boy.
What about JB?
JB is a good boy, too.
He just lets his passions get the best of him.
And trust, that boy has passions.
Okay. Can you explain that in some detail?
Not too much.
Last night about 2:00 a.m., JB came to visit me.
I was, well, entertaining him in the living room.
And that boy bust in on us looking for Dutch.
"That boy." Toucan?
JB and Toucan went outside to talk.
JB was worried that Dutch might find out
about our late night visits.
Toucan had a reputation for running his mouth.
Your son has a reputation for having a pretty violent temper.
Her and JB?
You think it's true?
I got an idea how to find out.
So, look, we don't do this much,
but I figure we ought to have the three of y'all hash out what happened.
MaryBeth first.
Will you tell Dutch and JB what you told us happened that night?
Well... Detective...
Can I talk to you over there?
Not here.
I did it.
I confess, okay?
I did Toucan.
Just, please, I'm begging you,
don't make her tell Dutch what I was doing with her.
That's his moms.
He'll kill me.
So, we got our guy,
and this is for your help.
Y'all paying me?
No, forget that, man.
I mean, I'm just down here helping you all out,
but Pooch ain't no snitch.
Fine.
But I probably should hold on to this,
you know what I'm saying, give to charity.
Come on. Patrol car's outside.
Give you a lift back to your grandmother's.
Already?
I mean, y'all have no other cases that y'all need my help on?
No. Can't stay here a little bit longer?
Come on, gotta go.
Come on, I'll sleep in the tank, I don't mind.
Yo, Finch!
You keep my number, you heard?
Any time y'all need the 411,
just remember old Pooch know what time it is.
So, that guy Dutch, he was guilty like you said?
Trust me on this. That brother was guilty of something.
Hey.
So how'd it go?
Hmm?
Your day, the case, riding with Longford.
It was... It was all right.
Hey, you think I'm like you?
No, not really.
Good, 'cause I'm not, at all.
Okay.
Just wanted to, you know, clear that up.
So, how was your day?
I gotta say,
not riding with you was weird.
Yeah?
The People call Jacob Silva to the stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
I swear.