Look, I'm just saying,
we've been riding together for, what, three months now?
I still don't know anything about you.
Here, I'll start by telling you a secret.
Please don't. No, hold on.
I'm scared of spiders.
They freak me out.
See, I'm confiding in my partner.
That's what partners do. They confide.
I confide in my priest.
A tile worker showed up at around 7:00 to work on the house.
He goes around the back to let himself in. Door's already open.
He enters, sees blood, calls 911.
Where's the body?
There isn't one.
Then why are we being called in?
Somebody didn't make it out of here alive.
Bedroom belongs to a Seth Cantor, white male, 18.
Called Seth's mother. She should be here any minute.
FITCH: Kid was into some pretty violent stuff.
What teenage boy isn't?
Godfather, Goodfellas, Twenty-fifth Street Gangsters.
Seth had a little mafia fetish going on.
Whoever removed the body was trying to clean up.
Did a lousy job.
Got something.
Picked up a blood trail from the hall.
Check out these yellow globs in the tub.
Get these to the M.E.
MRS. CANTOR: What's going on? Wait, what are... No, let go of me.
Miss Cantor? Where is my son?
Where... What are you doing? I want... Seth!
Miss Cantor. Seth! Where are you?
She doesn't need to see this.
I was at my sister's in Eastpointe last night.
The sump pump broke and our basement flooded and...
That's why the workers were here this morning.
I should call him again.
There's no indication of a break-in.
Who else has access to the house besides you and Seth?
Nobody.
But the workmen.
We left a key under the mat.
(EXCLAIMS) Seth is not answering.
WASHINGTON: Ma'am, can you think of anyone
who may have wanted to hurt your son?
Seth gets along with everybody.
He's a loving, trusting, conscientious boy.
I'm sure he is.
What about drugs? (GROANS)
We have to ask.
He's very focused on college right now.
And on work.
He got a job at the country club.
He's saving money for a car.
We'd like to talk to some of his friends.
They're all really good kids.
He's really into his girlfriend, Sara.
Sara Langer.
Is there anyone we can call for you? Your husband?
No. He passed away five years ago.
It's just us now.
I'm... Yeah, I bet Seth can just explain everything. I know...
Ma'am. Ma'am. Ma'am.
We believe someone died in Seth's room.
(PHONE LINE RINGING)
You have to prepare yourself for the worst.
You said there wasn't a body.
Honey, it's Mom.
Please, honey, call me back.
I've left a few messages. (CRYING)
Please call me when you get this.
Please.
(REPORTER CHATTERING)
Wow. Can't imagine anything bad happening here.
Motel owner called it in.
Detectives, please.
This yellow tape will drive away my customers.
Really? How about the body in the parking lot?
LONGFORD: He a guest in your motel?
Room 33.
Saw a hot piece of ass go in there last night, too.
You get a look at her face?
Not the part I was focused on.
Okay, okay. We're gonna need to get in his room.
Two gunshot wounds. One in the chest. One in the stomach.
Okay. Otto Walsh, 38.
From Kansas City.
Still money in here.
So they shoot him, but they don't take his cash or his vehicle.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Plane ticket back home to Kansas City.
7:21 this morning.
He ain't gonna make the flight.
Hey. Come here for a second.
I ran background checks on that work crew that had access to Seth's house.
Look at this.
I think I found our man.
John Degan? Yeah.
Isn't he the guy who called 911 this morning?
Yeah. Look. He's got priors for burglary.
Guy's been off parole just over a year.
So he goes into the house thinking nobody's there.
Seth surprises him, a fight breaks out.
Degan gets the best of him.
He uses a hammer, maybe something else he's got with him.
Yeah, explains all the blood everywhere.
Gets rid of the body, doesn't have time to rob the place.
Cleans himself up, calls 911, acts like nothing ever happened.
Let's go see what he has to say to himself.
If cops looked like you when I was younger,
I never would have stopped stealing.
You talking to me or him?
You know I'm talking to you, baby girl.
John Degan.
Did you call 911 from Seth Cantor's house this morning?
Yeah. You guys here with the reward?
Who else was in the house?
Nobody.
Nobody?
What about the rest of your work crew?
I prep the job site before they show up.
So a guy with a record of burglary is just opening up houses by himself, huh?
I got a right to make a living.
Where were you last night?
Detroit Area Animal Hospital.
My collie swallowed a spark plug.
Why don't you walk me through what happened this morning?
(SIGHS)
I showed up for work, the back door was already open.
I walked in, heard a car rev, looked out the window,
saw a guy drive off.
Did you get a look at this guy? Not much.
White guy.
Drove off in a black sedan.
Why didn't you tell the cops this this morning?
I figured they'd think exactly what you think.
The vet confirmed.
He was there all night.
So, now you cross-examine my dog?
Thank you.
You saw all that blood at the crime scene, right?
How many victims, you think?
Huh?
Guess?
One.
It's crazy, right?
It was all Seth? Yeah.
And he had so much Vicodin and Percocet in his system,
he probably didn't feel a thing.
Now we gotta find the body.
Yeah, or what's left of it.
Those yellow blobs in the bathtub,
fatty cells from the inside of Seth's stomach lining.
Somebody chopped him up.
And got rid of the parts.
Which reminds me,
I left some chicken out on the counter.
I better call my wife.
Here's a kid into drugs who gets killed
and cut up into pieces.
Maybe not the straight arrow his mother thought he was.
Maybe not.
Can't blame her.
A mother sees what she wants to see.
But the girlfriend?
She'll know what he was into.
Would you pull the car up? I'll be out in a sec.
Hello, Mrs. Cantor, this is Detective Fitch.
I'm afraid I have some bad news about your son.
Just got off the phone with Otto's wife.
She's pretty upset.
Lady just lost her husband.
Plus she's got a sick kid she gotta take care of.
She says Otto was laid off last year.
They got into a fight about money, Otto stormed out.
That was a week ago.
Trouble at home. Manager sees a woman come up in here.
Otto's mistress?
MAHAJAN: Or a prostitute.
MAHAJAN: Bet you can rent these rooms by the minute.
Who leaves a full drink behind?
Or a bag of casino chips.
This guy was out of work.
Why would he leave before cashing these in?
Those are poker chips.
What's the difference?
Casino chips are worth money.
These are just used to keep track of who's winning in the tournament.
Look at this.
He was playing in the Invitational down at the MGM Grand.
It's still going on.
I was supposed to enter this, but ran out of furlough days.
I guess this murder's your lucky break.
Not like I planned.
How long were you and Seth together?
Six months.
I know it doesn't sound like a long time,
but I really loved him.
A lot of people are making Seth out to be a hardworking college kid.
Straight and narrow type.
He was.
Sara, there was Vicodin and Percocet in his system when he died.
Mmm-mmm. He told me he was done with all that.
Did you ever party with him?
Oh...
We used to smoke weed together.
But I stopped, my senior year.
If he was using...
I bet he was out with Trevor and them.
His high school friends.
All they ever did
was sit around and get high and talk about gangster movies.
They're like a cult.
Okay, Trevor, so when was the last time you saw Seth?
Yesterday.
We went for pizza around 3:00,
and then he took off for Windsor.
SANCHEZ: He went to Windsor alone?
Isn't that a party town?
It can be, sure.
Yeah, Seth liked to go up there and just, you know,
get out of his head.
But his girlfriend told us that he stopped partying.
She can believe what she wants.
He'd take off by himself all the time.
We'd cover for him,
say he was sleeping over here.
Can I help you?
Yes, sir. Detroit PD.
Were these three all here last night?
They kept me up half the night playing their idiotic video games.
Was Seth Cantor here?
Seth?
I didn't see him. No.
Seth's dead, Grandpa.
(GASPS)
That's terrible.
Such a good kid, Seth.
What happened?
Well, that's what we're trying to find out, sir.
(CHATTERING)
Walsh. Walsh, yep.
Otto's still in the tournament.
Well, was in it, I guess.
He was pretty close to getting knocked out anyway.
Any idea when he finished playing?
Table he was at broke at 10:00 last night.
He did ask if there were any other games going on.
Said he knew he was gonna get lucky,
hit the jackpot for his daughter.
He said that?
Yeah, his little girl needs surgery.
It's a sad, sad story.
Poor Otto, he never got a break.
We're gonna need your list of players.
Oh, sure.
This guy wasn't running from his problems.
He was trying to win money for his family.
Yeah, still doesn't explain the woman going into his motel room, though.
So Otto leaves the tournament at 10:00,
he buys a plane ticket home at 2:00,
and a few hours later, he's laying dead in a motel parking lot.
Yeah. Didn't get jacked for his wallet, he still had that on him.
So the million dollar question is,
who didn't want him to leave?
Hmm. Hmm.
Hello, Canada.
Detroit-Windsor border?
Official U.S. Customs camera feed.
Okay, let's backtrack the footage, see if we can spot Seth.
Mmm-hmm.
You take video from 4:00 to 4:30, I'll take 4:30 to 5:00.
All right.
It's your turn, you know.
To tell me something.
(SIGHS)
You should be watching your screen.
I'm multitasking.
Looking and talking at the same time.
Don't hurt yourself.
Come on. Longford and Mahajan talk about stuff.
Sanchez and Stone.
I don't know, it makes good partners.
Lone Ranger and Tonto never talked about stuff.
They were great partners.
For real?
Now I'm Tonto?
You wanna be Lone Ranger? Go ahead.
Come on. One tiny morsel. I promise you'll feel better.
(SIGHS)
Okay. Here you go.
I like horses.
You're right.
That felt great.
That's it?
Horses? You're gonna stick with this Tonto thing?
4:37 p.m.
It's Seth. In a black sedan.
It's probably the same car spotted leaving the house this morning.
There's a guy in the passenger seat.
Can't make out his face.
Plate belongs to a Spencer Kona of Grosse Pointe.
Bingo, kemosabe.
Spencer Kona?
Yeah.
Detective Fitch.
How do you know Seth Cantor?
He's one of the caddies here at the club. Why, is he in trouble?
Ever see him outside the club?
Not really, no.
Last time I saw Seth, he was on his way to college.
You sure about that?
I'm sorry, gentlemen. I'm having the round of my life here.
I'll tell you what.
I'll give you my card.
If you have any more questions,
I'll be happy to answer them for you.
After the back nine.
Are you into young boys, Mr. Kona?
Excuse me?
Doesn't look good.
Older guy, his younger caddie, hanging out after work.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You don't help us, and I may have to ask your friends
some pretty personal questions.
And take it from me, this guy likes to pry.
Tell the guys I'll meet up at the next hole.
Yes, sir.
Why was Seth driving your car back and forth to Canada?
Is Seth okay?
No, Mr. Kona, he's dead.
An eyewitness saw your car
leaving the murder site this morning.
What?
No, that's impossible.
He's dead?
When was the last time you saw Seth?
The real answer this time.
Yesterday.
I buy pills from him.
Vicodin.
He went up to Windsor to pick me up some.
Used my car. I told him to bring it back when he was done.
Did he?
It was at my office this morning.
The keys were in the lockbox outside of my door.
There was someone else in the car with Seth. Any idea who that was?
When he went off to school,
he gave me a number to call.
The pills would end up in the lockbox.
Okay, write that number down.
I ran the cell phone number.
It belongs to Trevor Elkin.
We were at his house this morning.
He said that Seth went to Windsor by himself.
Trevor could be this kid in the car with him.
The cell phone pinged off towers in Windsor
during the same time frame Seth would've been gone.
Sounds like Trevor was with him.
Which means he's lying to us.
Let's find out why.
Okay, so this guy says
Otto was asking everybody where he could find another poker game,
you know, make a run somewhere else.
He was already at a casino, why go somewhere else?
Eh. Whenever there's a big tournament in town,
someone always has a private home-game.
Sometimes the action's way better there.
Nobody's going to tell two cops where that is.
Oh, please.
I know someone who will.
Welcome to my playground, partner.
There she is.
Hey, Vik.
Sheri, I want you to meet my partner. This is Sergeant Longford.
How you doing?
Vik!
Mandy!
Hey, it's been... Hey!
I didn't know you were working today. Mmm-hmm.
Listen, do you know of any home-games going on at all, right now?
No.
That's for not calling me back.
And you better have deleted those pictures I sent you.
There's a home-game going on over at Lefty Reed's place.
Let's go play some cards.
(DOORBELL RINGING)
Detroit Police Department.
Yo, Lefty!
How you doing?
Never been better.
I'm Detective Mahajan, this is Sergeant Longford.
Hey, if your money green, I'll call you whatever you like.
You know Otto Walsh?
Yeah, I know Otto. He was in here last night, playing.
Winning up everybody's money.
Casino said he wasn't much of a player.
Why have a guy like that at your game?
You obviously don't play poker.
(CHUCKLES) That's exactly why you want somebody like that at your game.
What time did he leave?
About midnight.
I didn't want him to go.
Walked out of here with his pockets full of cash.
Yeah, well, he was found a few hours later, dead.
And here I was, wondering how he got so lucky.
LONGFORD: We're gonna need to look around the place.
Do what you gotta do, man. I ain't mad at you.
Trevor, you told Detectives
you weren't with Seth when he went to Windsor.
But your cell phone records and this picture say you were.
I didn't want my grandfather to find out.
He'd kill me.
Well, tell us what you were doing there, and he won't have to.
Buying prescription pills.
Which you sold to Spencer Kona.
Where'd you get the pills from?
A dealer named Remi DeLord.
Before we left, he and Seth got in a fight.
Remi said Seth was eating more than he was selling.
Seth and a drug dealer got into a fight
and it never occurred to you that
that might have something to do with his murder?
Sorry, guys, this interview's over.
There are rules against interviewing minors without a guardian.
Even in this day and age, gentlemen, law enforcement does have standards.
Trevor is 17.
We can't hold him. He's free to go.
He purchased illegal drugs with our victim.
They got into a fight with a drug dealer.
Detective, there are codes of behavior we all have to live with.
Even now. Even here in Detroit.
So move aside and let him up,
or I'll be coming back with a lawyer, and this time,
it'll be for your badge.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Let him think he's free and clear.
If he becomes a suspect,
we'll get an adult arrest warrant on him.
Except for being totally illegal, Lefty,
your place seems pretty clean.
Any of these players at the table with Otto last night?
Almost all of them.
Still chasing that money he won off them.
Okay, folks, Detroit PD, we got some questions for you,
so if everyone would just follow me into the other room.
MAN: Lefty, come on!
(LAUGHING)
They don't want to leave their stacks.
Okay, everybody, listen up. Here's what we're gonna do, okay?
We're gonna make this easy for you.
We're gonna question all of you down here, one at a time.
That way you can keep your eye on your chips.
Gonna start with... With you.
Okay? Everybody else, upstairs. Let's go.
Trevor's grandfather is named Max Elkin.
Served 12 years for murder when he was 22.
No wonder he hates cops.
Turns out he's one of the few surviving members of the Purple Gang.
MASON: They were a major Jewish mob in Detroit for decades.
WASHINGTON: Pretty brutal gangsters.
Al Capone stayed out of Detroit because of these guys.
But they disappeared in the '70s.
Wait a second. Didn't the Purple Gang make their money
smuggling between Windsor and Detroit?
And Trevor just admitted to bringing in drugs from Windsor.
Like grandfather, like grandson.
WASHINGTON: Remi must've been supplying the new Purple Gang with drugs,
and Seth was getting high on his own supply.
They were playing at being gangsters
and then they ran into a real one.
Have Windsor Police pick up Seth's drug dealer.
Lock up your gun, Tonto.
We're going to Canada.
You're gonna love this guy.
Bonjour, Detective Fitch.
(EXCLAIMS)
(SPEAKS IN FRENCH)
Ca va, Constable Laurent. How you doing?
(REPLIES IN FRENCH)
Thank you for bringing in Remi.
Oh, Windsor PD is always happy to help our brothers in Detroit.
How is that little problem in New York?
The lady, she's coming around?
Still working on it, Claude.
Ah.
(SPEAKS IN FRENCH)
Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.
Who's the new guy?
This is my partner, Detective Washington.
Salut, Detective Washington.
Okay, Louis. Here's Remi DeLord.
Mr. DeLord, what can you tell us about Seth Cantor?
(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)
(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)
What would you like to know?
Where were you last night?
Here, in Windsor.
Can somebody verify that?
My girl.
That won't fly in the court of law, Remi.
She has pictures.
We were at the Anvil concert.
Why'd you threaten Seth Cantor?
They always come here acting like they're tough,
like they're some kind of gang.
They? You mean Seth and Trevor?
REMI: All of them little boys.
Trevor, Adam, Cliff. His whole little bitch crew.
Double-check his alibi.
We're gonna head back across the river.
Always a pleasure, mon ami.
Thank you, Claude.
Listen. What?
Take it easy with the yelling, okay?
You gotta calm down, or you're gonna blow a gasket, all right?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Detective.
They must have taken two cars.
That's why we only saw Seth and Trevor on the video.
Let's find out what these kids are hiding.
So that thing he said, what's that about?
What woman in New York?
That's personal. Between Claude and me.
Okay, I can't believe I'm at a poker table
with Slim Hopkins, right now.
What you did in the 2009 poker finals,
that was legendary.
Ah, it was no biggie.
Oh, you kidding me?
I mean, you called Helmuth with nothing on the river to win it all.
That took a serious set of onions to pull that off.
Not really. I figured out his tell.
Anybody ever figured yours out?
(CHUCKLES) I don't have any.
You're good.
(LAUGHING) You're real good, man.
I hear Otto Walsh was riding one hell of a lucky streak last night.
Oh, please. I've been playing poker for 20 years.
I never seen a guy get lucky like that.
You think he's cheating?
Figure I'm not the only one.
Yeah. Well, apparently, somebody took care of it.
No, wasn't me.
I went back to my hotel room.
Watched Airplane II and crushed a club sandwich.
If I call the hotel about that?
Be my guest.
(CHUCKLES)
You know, I play a little bit, myself. Hmm.
Yeah, I came fifth at the Detroit Invitational a few years back.
Yeah? Yeah.
Where'd you really finish?
(LAUGHS)
(STAMMERS)
Okay, I came 23rd. How'd you...
(LAUGHING)
What?
You got a nose-twitch my dead grandmother could pick up on.
Can you even see out of those things?
Lefty hired me to massage players at his game.
You pick up on anything unusual?
I don't know much about poker, but Otto was winning a lot.
I couldn't have done anything to that guy.
Why not?
I've been here for three days.
(SCOFFS)
Did you lose money to Otto Walsh last night?
How did the other players react?
See that guy over there? Big guy?
He said he was going to kill him.
Yeah, I said I was gonna kill him. My nickname's Bigmouth.
I say a lot of stupid things.
Only Otto winds up dead.
How many fingers? Two.
How much you lose?
About 50 grand.
If I dropped that kind of money to a loser like Otto,
I'd sure want to make somebody pay.
Only, what I did is, I paid someone else.
You should have seen this girl work.
I mean, I'm known for my mouth.
I mean, come on! Yeah!
I mean, all of a sudden, I wasn't mad anymore.
Thanks for being so forthcoming.
Man, Otto was real chatty at his table last night.
Told this player named Fatty how he got laid off,
lost his family's health insurance and never told his wife.
He needed that money to pay for his daughter's liver transplant.
Desperate. Desperate enough to cheat.
Not that any of those guys would care.
(EXHALES) So, what, someone figures it out,
wants their dough back, kills him to get it?
The trouble is all our suspects are professional liars.
Best in their field.
Hey, we're pretty good at what we do, too, partner.
Don't forget that. Don't worry.
We're gonna nail this guy.
What?
You're doing that thing with your nose again.
What? Mmm-hmm.
WASHINGTON: You get picked on in high school, Cliff?
Look, I don't know anything about what happened to Seth.
You already lied to me once, Adam.
Why should I believe you now?
I'm not in a gang, all right.
I work at a tool and die factory with my dad.
Does your dad know you've been dealing drugs?
I make one call, he'll know everything.
Or you can talk.
WASHINGTON: When you depend on the wrong people,
they can turn on you.
These guys are my friends.
We took an oath. Never talk about the Purple Gang.
And never give up another member, no matter what.
Somebody was murdered, Cliff.
It's bigger than friendship.
You need to stop letting people push you around.
Stand up for yourself.
You're right.
Walk me through the night of the murder.
When we got back from Windsor, we had a ton of pills left.
Seth's mom was away, so we went over to his place to party.
We?
You, Cliff and Seth?
And Trevor.
Everything was cool till around midnight.
We were so high.
Everybody should have just went home,
but then they got into a fight.
No. At first, I thought they were just kidding around.
You know, until Seth clipped him in the mouth
and then that's when he just lost it.
He pulled out his pocketknife
and he just started stabbing Seth.
He must've hit an artery or something,
because blood spurted everywhere.
You sure you're telling me the truth?
I saw it with my own eyes.
Cliff killed Seth.
Adam killed Seth.
You sure, Adam?
I swear.
Cliff's saying Adam did it.
And Adam's putting it on Cliff.
And neither one of them is pointing a finger at Trevor.
Bring Trevor back in. (SIGHS)
Let's put them all in the same place at the same time,
see what happens when their stories collide.
My heart goes out to this guy.
If I was broke and my daughter needed an operation,
I probably would've done the same thing.
Yeah. Well, I guess cheating at cards is better than robbing a bank, right?
But how did he do it, anyway?
He have a partner?
Maybe.
The dealer?
Nah, wouldn't be bottom dealing.
I mean, these guys are pros. They would've noticed.
But the players did say Otto had the nuts in his hand all night.
I don't even want to ask.
No, "The nuts" is just poker slang for having the best cards.
Bottom dealing, guys with nuts in their hands all night.
Now I know why you love poker so much.
(CHUCKLES)
I need a coffee, man.
Grab me a cup.
You got it.
Mmm.
Why are you touching me?
This is good. You're gonna like it.
What the hell is wrong with you, man?
No, I can see everything that you're reading from here.
So, Otto did have a partner.
Breanna, the masseuse.
Mmm-hmm.
Let's go pick her up.
He knows he's done.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hey.
They sent the whole cavalry this time, didn't they?
That's a felony warrant for Trevor's arrest as an adult.
You know, back in my day,
the cops had the balls to break down the door.
Now you hide behind pieces of paper.
He's still not of age. I'm calling a lawyer.
Call him then,
but get Trevor out here now, or you're coming, too.
Philips Waste Management just found a human leg out at the dump.
So, some Canadian dude knows all about you,
but I don't get the time of day?
Claude is a very reliable adviser.
I'm reliable. Try me.
He has a certain Gallic savvy which you lack.
Truck driver pushing trash towards the fill saw it.
Does this dump serve Seven Mile?
Everything from this side of the dump was brought from there yesterday.
Matches the timeline of the murder.
They kill him, chop up the body and trash it.
A day later, he winds up here.
(SNEEZES) Got a hand!
FITCH: Bless you.
Have a seat.
MAHAJAN: Yeah. Okay, thanks.
That was the lab. Results are back from Otto's motel room.
Remember that full glass of whiskey next to Otto's bed?
Yeah.
Enough sedatives to tranquilize a horse.
Sure, "Knock the guy, I'll take all his money."
Any prints on the glass?
No. Partial index finger, but nothing we can use.
No positive ID, no prints.
Nothing to place Breanna at the scene.
Hey.
When you don't have the cards...
Bluff. Mmm-hmm.
And have you ever had occasion to visit Otto at his hotel room,
where he was staying?
I only saw him that night at Lefty's.
Not before. Not after. Can I go?
'Cause I've already told you everything I know.
Like, twice.
I know, ma'am, and we're sorry for the, um, inconvenience,
but a man's been killed.
So we're just double-checking everybody's statement.
Really? Well, I have to go check my sitter now
and pay her more money. Thank you for that.
Excuse me.
No, if you can just sit down, just for a sec.
Don't mind him.
Uh, a woman matching your description
was seen going into Otto's motel room shortly before he was killed.
We got her fingerprints on a whiskey glass
laced with a very powerful sedative,
but, um, since you were never there, the prints shouldn't match.
So, how old is your kid?
A boy?
It's a girl. She's seven.
Yeah. Otto had a daughter.
She's five.
She's having surgery in two days.
I'm sorry to hear that.
That's the reason he was so desperate.
Desperate enough to cheat.
He was trying to make money for the operation.
MAHAJAN: Okay. Won't take long to run those.
Might be out of here 10,15 minutes.
And again, sorry about the sitter.
Look, I didn't kill him, okay?
I didn't do it!
So you were there at the motel?
I helped him cheat, but the scam was Slim's.
Slim? Slim Hopkins?
He's a great player. Why would he cheat?
Exactly. No one would ever think that it was him.
So how was it supposed to go down?
Otto was losing hand over fist, like Slim knew he would.
I was supposed to convince him to cheat.
He'd win, I'd drug him and take the dough,
but I got to the room and he wouldn't drink the damn whiskey.
No, because he wanted to leave.
He wanted to go home to his family with the money.
Otto goes down to his car...
Slim's in the parking lot and he pulls a gun.
Only Otto doesn't give the money.
He just keeps saying, "Please, it's for my little girl."
And Slim Hopkins shoots him.
Okay...
You might want to call that babysitter,
tell her you're not coming home.
Wake up, sleeping beauty.
I got some pictures of your handy work.
One last chance before you go to Processing.
Who killed him?
(GROANING)
I got an OD!
(GASPING)
What happened?
He must've swallowed some pills at his house when he saw us coming.
Call 911.
MEDIC: Coming through!
Excuse us.
Get those doors, please. Thank you.
Why does Trevor try to kill himself?
Nobody's pointing the finger at him.
Maybe it's his conscience.
Sure, if he did it.
Let's take another run at his buddies.
Cliff is off-limits. He just lawyered up.
What about Adam?
Kid's a mess.
We called his father to come down to the station.
He told us we could keep him.
Let me talk to him.
I'm already down the road with this kid.
Let Stone give it a shot.
(SIGHS)
So you and your dad,
not too good, huh?
Brother died in a drunk driving accident.
I was in the passenger's seat.
Does he blame you for it?
No.
I just don't think he can forgive me for being the one who survived.
Yeah, my father never liked anything I did, either.
But, you know, maybe you can still make your dad proud.
Prove to him he raised a good kid.
Somebody that can step up and tell the truth.
STONE: Adam, I don't think you understand what this is.
There's wolves waiting for you right outside that door.
All right? They're not like me.
These guys will eat you alive.
If you have something that you want to say, you gotta say it now.
I can't.
Yes, you can.
You don't understand.
What?
What don't I understand?
(SHOUTS) He stabbed him in the throat!
Seth was just standing there.
Blood coming out of his neck.
He was standing there,
looking at me.
And then,
he dropped to the ground.
Who stabbed him, Adam?
He told us to carry Seth to the tub.
And he told us to get all of his clothes off.
And then he just took Seth apart.
Who, Adam?
I just can't get it out of my head, man.
Who was it? Was it Trevor?
Hey, was it Trevor?
He's gonna come and get me.
No, he's not gonna get you. You're fine.
Okay. Just say it. Was it Trevor?
No!
Trevor was freaking out. We were all freaking out.
STONE: Okay.
Who?
Who did this?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
(CHATTERING)
I fold.
You could've won without cheating.
I wanted the extra action.
I think I figured out your tell.
When you're talking, you're lying.
The hospital called.
Trevor didn't make it.
Any word from Forensics?
The body parts at the dump are Seth's.
We dug up some more dirt on Max.
Turns out in the '70s, he was involved in two other murders.
Neither case went to trial.
Why not?
Police never found the bodies.
What, you gonna have your lunch now?
How long are we gonna be here, huh?
Trevor's dead, Mr. Elkin.
OD. Suicide.
(SIGHS)
More honorable than surrender.
Honor?
I guess I don't see that.
He was a good kid.
I loved him.
Young people nowadays,
they're not prepared for adversity, they're soft.
They want everything to be easy.
Is that what you were trying to teach?
I'm just an old man.
I come from a place of respect and dignity.
I learned at an early age
what a man has to do to look the world in the eye.
FITCH: Did you teach Adam that, too?
(LAUGHS) You bet I did. I taught them all.
FITCH: Adam wasn't paying much attention.
The way he tells it, Seth wanted to quit that night.
He'd had enough.
Trevor got angry, called you, you went over there,
you murdered Seth and you cut him up.
(CHUCKLING) That's insane.
You told Adam to get rid of this.
Well, he showed us where he stashed it.
You left your prints in Seth's blood all over the blade and the handle.
Cops would string me up to the wall and beat me with phone books
and still I wouldn't talk.
Young people today
will tell you anything you want to know, if the room's too cold.
They're not you. These were good kids.
Seth was trying to be, at least, but nobody would let him.
You make a pact, you stick with it.
A code is like a marriage.
It's forever.
So that's why you killed Seth? Because he wanted to break the pact?
I killed Seth to teach my grandson how men should behave.
What men should do if they're betrayed.
You're living in the past.
And you took all these kids down with you.
Purple Gang is dead and gone, Mr. Elkin.
All these kids,
they were looking for someone to believe in them,
something to belong to,
and that crazy old guy filled the void?
Makes me hope I never do a number on my kid.
Sometimes it's what you don't tell your kids that helps them the most.
See this?
Yeah.
My son gave it to me.
Have a good night.
You got a son?
Maybe.