(The Heavy's "Coleen" playing)
♪ she want everything ♪
♪ she want the gucci and the louis things ♪
♪ all the juicy and canary blue ♪
Man, this neighborhood blows me away.
I mean, look at that bad boy right there.
Yeah, time was everybody who was anybody lived in Boston-Edison--
Henry Ford, Joe Louis.
Uh, that's Berry Gordy's house right over there.
One time I drove by and--
Saw Diana Ross and Smokey Robinson
arguing on the front lawn.
(laughs) Hey, at least you know I'm listening, right?
You gon' miss me when I'm gone.
Yeah, I'm not gonna miss your drivin'.
Once again, we're the last ones here.
No, we're not.
Uh... Coroner's van,
Stone and Sanchez's car.
You should be a detective, you know that?
(grunts)
(police radio chatter)
The vic's been dead for a while.
What's a while? Two, three days. He was shot twice--
once to the upper right shoulder, one to the back.
Leland Eckhart. 60. No cash. Couple empty credit card slots.
Nice of you to show. Yeah, sorry, gramps was driving.
He's in the other room talking to the victim's wife.
This is a nice house. I know. I've always wanted to live in a place like this.
I used to think that people with money never had a care in the world.
I should introduce you to my parents sometime.
(Stone) Uni says the front door was unlocked.
They found an open window on the side of the house.
Well, keys, jacket. He was probably coming home from work.
Guy got shot before he knew what hit him. Oh, he knew it.
Searing and stippling are present on the vic's right hand. So he grabbed the gun?
Looks like it. Techs find any prints?
No, nothing yet. They did get a couple casings, though.
The caliber's 9 millimeter.
Last call is a Marni Eckhart--his wife.
(camera shutter snaps)
Leland hadn't been answering his phone.
Two days, I tried to reach him.
I was worried, so I came home early.
You were away?
Grand rapids, spending the week with girlfriends.
(voice breaks) I drove out last Sunday.
You were away, what, uh, five days? Mm-hmm.
Had you and Mr. Eckhart been having any problems lately?
I think he was a little depressed.
He was adjusting to being home more
since he was forced to retire.
Where'd he work?
He was an exec in the auto industry.
30 years. Loved that job.
That must've been pretty tough for him then.
Leland was the definition
of a workaholic--
Up early, home late.
(voice breaking) He just didn't know
what to do with himself anymore.
I have a sister in Florida.
I'd been trying to convince him
to move there,
felt it might be good for us, but...
(crying)
(police radio chatter continues)
(sniffles)
Looks like he was entertaining while you were away.
Did he have much of a social life?
(sighs) Just his yacht club.
He went there almost every day.
Excuse me a minute, ma'am.
(whispers) Yeah.
Ohh.
Well, whoever it was, they got in, and they got right out.
It doesn't look like they took much.
Did the wife say anything was missing? Couple of gold bracelets,
some cash they kept in a kitchen drawer.
Okay. All right, We'll go talk to the neighbors, see if they saw anything.
We'll head over to his club.
Seems this guy might have had a guest over
before it went down.
You said you called 9-1-1 2 days ago?
Maybe three. You can check with them on the exact day.
Okay. And, uh, what-- what time did you call?
8:00, right before bedtime.
I look out the window.
I see Leland coming home.
Not long afterwards, I see a suspicious-looking man
lurking about. Suspicious?
Could you give us a better description of him, maybe?
He looked like President Obama.
(siren wailing in distance) Really?
Are you saying that he was black?
Yes, but light-skinned, like the President.
He was tall and thin,
and he had some sort of sweatshirt on.
You know, the kind with the hood in the back.
Would you be okay coming down to the station
and giving a description to the... Graphic Arts Unit?
Case closed.
Big night tonight.
Taking the wife to dinner.
Enjoy. Yeah, it's the first time since the baby was born,
so I want it to be special, you know?
Ever been to Roast at the Book?
I don't eat meat.
Right. How about Mario's?
Italian? You sure you want all that garlic?
Mm. Mm. Ooh. You like Magnolia?
Who you taking out, her or me?
Lieutenant's here.
(brakes squeal) She must have found out it was a kid.
(door creaks, police radio chatter)
(crying)
Name is Stephon Macy, 11 years old.
(Fitch) That's the mother?
Lives down the block.
The boy was here playing with his best friend. (Washington) Oh, man.
(Mason) Bullet came through the window, hit him in his neck.
(camera shutter snaps)
Is this the only bullet that came in? That's all we found.
What's with the cereal? The best friend was getting a snack in the kitchen,
hears shots, runs in, sees his friend dead on the floor.
He drops the box.
Who lives here? (clicks)
Any reason they might be a target?
Well, friend hears multiple shots outside.
Only one comes through the window.
So it was a stray.
(camera shutter clicking)
I'm gonna knock on some doors, see if anyone saw anything.
I was sitting out here just seconds before.
I-I only went inside but a minute.
Soon as I heard it, I knew something bad had happened.
You see anything?
Stephon was a good boy.
Juanita's a single mom, but she kept good tabs on him.
Sir, can you think of anyone around here
who might have been a target?
You know, another murder happened
not too far from here last month.
Man said something, got his house shot up.
(siren wailing in distance) Thanks for your time, sir.
(police radio chatter)
Get anything?
No eyewitnesses-- none that'll talk, anyway.
Can't say that's a shock.
The neighbor down the block heard three pops.
I had the techs walk the entire area.
No bullet casings were found, but--
Glass. Tempered, from a car window.
Intended target may have been in a car,
or the shooter was, and the target returned fire.
Check the local auto glass repair shops.
See if anyone came in recently with blown-out windows.
Well, this happened just hours ago.
They're probably boarding up and laying low.
Find whoever did this.
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So we're looking for a car with a blown-out window.
Which could be anywhere by now. All right. Let's assume for a minute this was a drive-by.
The shooter probably fled, but if that glass was
from the intended target's car, like you said...
It makes sense the shooter came looking for the target
where he lives, which means somewhere around here.
Well, to the extent that anything about a drive-by
makes sense, yes.
(engine starts, gears shift)
(seagulls calling)
Mrs. Eckhart said Leland was a regular here.
Almost every day since he retired.
Of course, he stopped coming in a few days ago.
I figured he just wanted to let things blow over.
What things?
Last week Mr. Eckhart got into a-a scrape
with another member. It was a little nasty.
Really? What happened?
A bunch of guys play a weekly game of handball.
It can get pretty physical.
Physical? Pushing, shoving? The other guy, Dwayne Dozier, came away with a broken nose.
Wasn't too happy about it.
Any idea where we can reach Mr. Dozier? Yes, he usually comes in
around 5:00 to use the workout facilities.
Sometimes he makes a stop at the bar.
You're welcome to wait.
Fine. We'll do that.
(men shouting indistinctly)
If I was this guy, I wouldn't leave my car
with broken windows out for everyone to see.
He's just sitting in the living room,
playing video games.
Maybe the guy taped it over or covered it up.
No reason for the parents to worry.
A little kid, playing at his friend's house.
If he's not safe there...
It shouldn't happen.
No. It shouldn't.
No, but right now we got a job to do,
so let's do our job, okay?
(man shouts indistinctly in distance)
Hmm.
Sometimes you're good. Sometimes you're lucky.
Hey! Yo, what the hell are you doing? Yo, get away from my car!
Detroit P.D. We need to talk to you, sir.
Well, I got nothin' to say to you. How'd this happen to your window?
Yo, I did nothin' wrong.
Hey! Hey, come here. Yo, let me go. Come on.
Hey! Y'all leave that young boy alone! Why you putting your hands on me?
Why y'all sweatin' a brother? He ain't done nothin'.
(men speaking indistinctly)
Come on. Where you taking him?
(handcuffs click) I swear, the hook always tryin' to harass folks.
Hey! An 11-year-old boy was shot
in his best friend's living room, okay?
You wanna get angry about somethin', get angry about that!
(speaking indistinctly)
Yeah, Leland and I were playing handball. We got into it.
This about a woman?
We talked to some of your other members.
That's what they seemed to think. No, there was no woman.
Leland got a ball on a double-bounce.
I called it. He didn't like that.
Couple grown men arguing over a handball violation?
(chuckles) Yeah, well, we get a little competitive, okay?
Besides, it was a few days ago. We're fine now.
You might be.
Ah. Look, uh, what's this all about anyway?
Leland was found dead in his home this morning.
Oh, my God.
How? What happened?
That's what we're trying to find out.
Oh, man, that's terrible. I... (sets glass down)
Ah. I-is Marni okay? Uh, how's she taking it?
We're more interested in how you're taking it. What do you mean?
You have a pretty violent altercation with Mr. Eckhart.
He ends up dead a few hours later.
Can you account for your whereabouts that night?
Yeah. I went straight home.
Anybody vouch for that?
Look, fellas, I was home alone.
My wife went out to a charity function.
Now I'm late for another event. Are we done here?
That's a nice hoodie.
You wear it a lot?
Looks a hell of a lot like him to me. He's hiding somethin'.
I don't buy those two got that worked up over a handball game.
Witnesses heard them arguing about a woman,
and Dozier seemed a little too worried about Marni.
You think Mrs. Eckhart and Mr. Dozier
were having an affair?
Check this out. They I.D.'d the prints on the tumbler
from Leland's house. They're Dozier's.
So he was there that night.
Mm-hmm.
Don't know what to tell you. I wasn't there.
That what everyone on the block's gonna say
when we show 'em pictures of your car?
Driver's side window looked a little bare. Finances are a little tight.
It's taking me a while to get it fixed.
Think this is a joke? You're in serious trouble here.
For what? For playing cowboys and indians on a residential street.
I didn't shoot at nobody. I didn't do nothin'. Then who did?
I say somethin',
they come shoot up my house,
my family.
Where's the five-o gonna be then?
An 11-year-old boy was killed on your street.
Got any feelings on that? I'm sorry little man had to go out like that,
but you gotta understand, the streets don't forgive.
That's the way you wanna play it, Bam-Bam?
That's the way I'm playin' it.
Okay, bring her in.
(door opens)
(indistinct conversations in distance)
Oh, man. Come on now.
(Washington) Have a seat, Mrs. Macy.
Irving...
Now I need you to tell the cops what you know.
But I don't--
I've known you for years,
Changed your diapers...
Fed ya.
(sniffles)
(whispers) Here.
(normal voice) This is Stephon...
(voice breaking) my boy.
You knew him.
Please.
I got into it with this dude
parked on the strip on Belle Isle.
(Bam-Bam) He was talking mess about my rims.
Words were exchanged. You know how it go.
I thought that was the end of it.
I went home...
Parked,
about to jump out when this car pulls up.
I recognized it right away,
ducked and gunned it.
(voice breaking) I heard the shots...
(gunshots)
(voice breaking) and the glass shattering...
but I just kept driving.
Lucky as hell I didn't get my head blown off.
(Fitch) Can you give us a description of the vehicle?
Blue...
'92 Caprice classic
With deuces.
A blue '92 Caprice classic.
Yeah, I know the car.
(grunts)
Hangs out a lot over at, uh, 7 Mile Sounds and Rims.
All right. Thanks for paying attention, Ace.
I will see you next time.
Okay.
All right.
Hey.
How's the kid? Bobby, right?
Yeah, Bobby.
Got a picture?
He never ages? This is the same one you gave me last time.
Yeah, well, his mother hasn't sent me a new one In a while, okay?
Take it easy, pal.
He got your eyes.
7 Mile Sounds and Rims, next stop.
(door squeaks)
You lied to us, Dwayne. (door closes)
What? You were at Leland's house the night of the murder.
No, no. I told you-- We found your prints on a glass on the Eckharts' bar.
Looks like you were the last person to see Leland alive.
So what happened? He found out about the affair,
you tried to talk it out with him,
it went sideways, you killed him, staged it to look like a robbery?
What affair? The one you were having with his wife.
I... there was nothing going on
between Marni and me, okay?
You know what? I'd like to call my lawyer.
Okay.
You call your lawyer. We'll call your wife. Sounds good.
Okay.
I didn't kill Leland, all right?
But I was having an affair...
with Elise Brenner.
Leland and her husband are golf buddies,
so when he found out about it, he was pretty angry at me.
That's what the fight was about?
Doesn't explain why you were at his house.
He threatened to expose the affair,
so I went by there to try to hash things out with him.
We had a drink.
He convinced me to end it.
He even dropped me off at her house.
Now the last time I saw Leland, he was very much alive.
You don't believe me, ask Elise.
(man) ♪ celebration has started already around 4 ♪
♪ yo, yo, I show you the vision that... can't show for sho' ♪
♪ I paint a perfect picture like a van gogh ♪
So... Can I see it?
(hip-hop playing in distance)
The picture. It's of your kid, right?
(sniffles)
Wow.
How old is he?
He was 9 when that was taken.
When was the last time you saw him?
Mm. It's been a while.
When are you gonna see him again?
I don't know.
Why don't you know?
He's in New York.
That's not so far.
So what happened in New York?
What do you mean?
I've heard stuff.
Nothing specific.
French.
Excuse me? There's a french restaurant in Corktown. It's very romantic.
Your wife would like it. Uh, I can't remember the name, but...
(hip-hop music playing)
There's our guy.
(engine starts)
(man) ♪ you are not convincin' ♪
♪ when you straight block, they block... ♪
(music stops, car alert chimes)
(Fitch) Excuse me. We need to ask you a few questions.
Man, what the hell is this about, man?
A dead little boy.
Where were you early this afternoon?
I was watching "Oprah."
That's funny.
(laughs)
Funny guy. We impounded your car, Paul.
Ah, you better not have messed up my ride, bro.
That what you worried about? Your car?
Pfft. Yeah. Brand-new paint job on deuces?
(scoffs) You'd be worried, too, man.
No, Paul. I'd be worried about this.
Found a 9 millimeter in the glove compartment.
So?
"So"? That's all he got to say?
I don't think he's grasped the full picture.
I think we need to break it down for him.
We have a gun found in your car that is the same caliber gun
used in a drive-by over on Schoenherr
resulting in the death of an 11-year-old boy.
What? Now you hear me, don't you?
Look, I wasn't nowhere near that neighborhood.
Well, the person you were shooting at
seems to think different. Well, he lyin', man.
So that wasn't you Bam-Bam got into the beef with over at Belle Isle?
Look, I... Pfft. I don't--who's Bam-Bam?
(knock on door)
A minute.
(police radio chatter)
What's the problem?
Ballistics came back with an IBIS hit.
Your suspect's 9-millimeter full-metal-jacketed bullet
matches the slug in your 11-year-old kid.
Well, that's what we figured, it's just a matter of getting him to admit it.
So what's so urgent?
Turns out, your victim wasn't the only one
killed with that gun. Who else?
Leland Eckhart. Our Boston-Edison vic?
One and the same.
(camera shutter snapping)
(glass shatters)
(gunshot)
(door closes)
(Washington chuckles)
Seems we underestimated you, playa.
You, my friend, have done the impossible.
(laughs) What's that supposed to mean?
Hang out on Belle Isle much?
Look, man, I done told you,
I don't know no Bam-Bam, all right?
(laughs) What's up with your partner, man?
What, he gone mute?
What about the yacht club? Been there?
Oh, yeah. That's where I park my catamaran. Yeah. (laughs)
look, hell, no, man.
It's not like they're giving brothers like us
an open invitation.
That piss you off? It is what it is, bro.
What about those rich folks over in Boston-Edison?
They piss you off, too? Look, why you asking me about Boston-Edison now?
Wh-why is he asking me about Boston-Edison? What's up?
See if this rings any bells-- old man, white...
(sighs) walking into his house,
gets ambushed. The gun goes off.
You didn't mean to shoot him, but, hey, he tried playing the hero.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Look, I didn't shoot nobody in Boston-Edison.
Same gun, Paul. Your gun, with your prints,
killed that old man in Boston-Edison
and the 11-year-old kid in the Eastside.
Oh, hell! Now you're trying to pin two murders on me?! Hell no!
Hey, sit down. I ain't sittin' down for nothin'!
Sit down.
(chair scrapes floor)
Okay, here's what I'm thinking.
You didn't mean to kill that kid, all right?
That was Bam-Bam's fault for disrespecting you.
Stephon was just collateral damage.
Now as far as the old man-- look, I didn't kill no old man.
But you killed the kid? (sighs) I don't believe this, man!
You can't believe that you did it,
or you can't believe that you got caught? Look, get me a lawyer.
A lawyer's not gonna help you, son. Just bring me a lawyer.
My client tells you what he knows about
the accidental murder of this kid, I want the charge
of felony murder dropped to involuntary manslaughter
and felony firearm.
This is how it's gonna work.
We'll talk to the prosecutor about not sending your client
to prison for the rest of his life.
Maybe he gets out by the time he's 60. What?
That's ridiculous.
Your client killed an 11-year-old boy and a 60-year-old man.
Look, I-I didn't kill the old man, And the kid was an accident. I--
Paul.
We have the gun used in both murders, with your prints.
Look, I don't care what you got.
I'm telling you that it wasn't--
My client tells you where he got the gun, do we have a deal?
(taps table)
Well--
No, no, we have a gun that ties him to both murders.
You're not really thinking about giving him a deal, are you?
He makes a very good point.
(slaps table) Le Petit Zinc!
Excuse me? That's the name of the restaurant
I was thinking about. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I don't... Follow. It's my partner's first night out with his wife
since they had a baby. I'm thinking they should go
to Le Petit Zinc. That's a very romantic place. What is--what is wrong with this guy?
Do we have a deal or not? You get a nice bottle of wine. Maybe you should even spring...
Detective Fitch, do we have a deal? for a suite at the MGM Grand. You make a whole night of it.
Oh, this guy is trippin'. He is--you gotta talk to him. Okay. Come on, Damon, let's go.
We'll make a few calls, set this up for you. Let's go.
Look, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Look, I can prove that I was nowhere near Boston-Edison
on Tuesday night. So what you're telling me is, you shot the kid,
but you didn't murder the old man? Look, yeah, yeah, I went after Bam-Bam.
Look, he was disrespecting me, disrespecting my ride,
so I followed the fool home.
I was just gonna scare his ass a little bit.
Look, I didn't mean no harm,
and--and the kid--I'm sorry he got caught up in it,
but the craziness in Boston-Edison--
that was none of my doin'. How'd you get the gun?
(lowered voice) Go on.
(sighs) Look, I got it a couple days ago from Appleman.
Where can we find Appleman? Uh, street corners, parks. I mean, hell if I know.
He's just one of those guys,
if you want somethin', he hook you up. What's Appleman's real name?
Appleman.
Anything?
Yeah, we're working on it.
I got an Apple Bag, Apple Pie, two Apple Jacks... Wait a minute.
(types)
Here we go. Edgar "Appleman" Hardy.
Works at...
(chuckles) Well, that explains a lot.
(door bells jingle)
You know, my uncle's getting real tired
of you cops coming down here harassing him.
Well, maybe your uncle should stop selling illegal contraband.
Illegal? (chuckles) This is a legit business.
Everything in here is licensed and registered. Who are you?
His nephew. I help out at the store sometimes.
Well, we're looking for somebody goes by the name "Appleman."
He has today off. Why are you looking for him?
Need to ask him about a gun.
A gun? My uncle has an address book in the back.
Uh, let me get you his number.
You get the feeling he's about to make a run for it?
Most definitely.
(sighs)
(door bells jingle)
(motor revving)
(Longford) Appleman!
(grunts)
You okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Get up, son.
You all right?
Come on.
Where you going in such a big hurry, Edgar?
Appleman. Oh, you're Appleman now?
Sorry, I'm old school.
I gotta call you what your mama named you, Edgar. What you guys want?
Info on a gun. 9-millimeter glock 17, to be exact.
Look at me. I'm a kid. What do I know about guns?
Oh, you know enough to be buying and selling them illegally
out of your uncle's shop. Shh! You can't be yelling that out.
Look, we can haul your skinny ass down to the station
and charge you with all kinds of crap, or you can just
answer our questions here and be done with it.
Dude came in a couple of days ago with a handful of stuff he found.
He tried to pawn off the 9 mil, but my uncle don't play that.
You ain't got the papers, you ain't selling it in his store.
Dude left out. I followed him, made him an offer.
Just like that, no questions asked? That's the business I'm in.
I could move that ugly ass coat if you wanted me to.
How we know it's not your gun? 'cause anything you think I could've done,
I was either here or at my uncle's house.
He's had me on lockdown since I got out of juvie.
I'm just the go-between. Okay, so what's this dude's name?
I don't deal in names. Makes things complicated.
(sighs)
Dude signed the ledger for the other stuff.
Everything you want is probably in there.
Come on.
(motor rumbling)
(man shouting indistinctly)
Scott Troy?
(motor shuts off)
I'm detective Sanchez. This is detective Stone.
We want to ask you a few questions. Is this--is this about my drug test?
Because I-I thought I passed. It's about the gun you pawned over on Randolph.
(exhales deeply) I knew I shouldn't have taken it.
(inhales and exhales deeply) I knew I shouldn't have taken it.
I knew I shouldn't have taken it. Scott, put your head between your legs.
Whoa, easy, put your head between your legs, come on.
Easy, easy. Breathe.
I didn't mean to take it, all right?
It was just there.
Where's there?
This other vacant lot we were working at.
When was this?
Like, uh, a couple days ago.
(whizzing and beeping)
The kid showed us where he found the gun.
And his alibi checks out. What about Appleman?
He had his uncle vouch for him.
Said he was at the store all day. Mm.
What kind of perp kills someone, robs the place, then finds time to hide a gun?
Yeah, and does it right near where he commits the crime?
I don't think we're dealing with just another perp.
Well, then who are we dealing with?
That's Marni Eckhart's house.
(Mason) What do we know about Marni Eckhart?
Well, Stone and Sanchez are doing some intel gathering,
but the timeline, as we know it--
Marni Eckhart drove to grand rapids on Sunday,
met her girlfriends at 3:00 p.m.
According to them, they were inseparable.
What's Mrs. Eckhart's alibi for Tuesday night?
She was getting a massage. No, she wasn't. Turns out, she didn't make it.
Never even canceled.
Grand Rapids is only two and half hours away.
That's plenty of time for Mrs. Eckhart to drive home,
kill her husband, bury the gun, and drive back to the hotel
in one night. And still have time to catch a few z's
and meet her girlfriends for Wednesday brunch.
Sittin' pretty, thinkin' she's home free, no idea what she's set in motion.
Hotel computer says Marni Eckhart picked up her car
from the valet at 7:12 p.m. on Tuesday,
and the car did not return to the hotel
until 1:57 a.m. on Wednesday.
That's almost seven hours. That gives her plenty of time. But it still doesn't prove
that she came home to kill her husband.
Proves she's been lyin'.
(exhales deeply)
I don't really know why I'm here.
Is there a break in my husband's case?
Well, honestly, Mrs. Eckhart, we're a little confused.
The massage you said you had Tuesday night--
they got no record at the spa of you ever showing up.
Oh, I had a horrible headache that night. I stayed in bed.
I guess I forgot to cancel. (chuckles)
Yeah, you, uh, also forgot to mention that part
to us before.
Now, see, uh...
here. Another point of confusion.
Your car was checked out with the valet
that very same night
until very early in the morning,
almost seven hours later.
That's impossible.
It must've been taken without my knowledge.
You know, my father worked in the auto industry, too,
and, uh, whenever we'd drive down to Kansas
to visit his sister,
dad would always take the car in for a tune-up the day before.
Now I figured, Leland, being such a car guy that he was,
he might do the same.
Well, guess what? I was right.
Between the time of your tune-up
and the time that you returned from Grand Rapids on Friday,
you had logged over 300 extra miles on your car.
What does this have to do with anything? Well, it has to do
with the fact that you killed your husband, Mrs. Eckhart.
What? Well, that's insane.
We figured you arrived home
somewhere between 9:00 and 10:00 p.m.,
but Leland wasn't there.
He was taking Mr. Dozier to, um, Elise Brenner's place.
Yeah, you waited for him there,
then you ambushed him and you killed him
with your husband's own gun.
This is crazy. My husband didn't even own a gun.
But... Harold Young did.
We talked to Harold Young's widow in Chicago,
and she told us that after her husband died a year ago,
she gave the gun to Leland.
Harold wanted him to have it.
Apparently they used it, uh, squirrel huntin'.
Inside joke between the two of 'em.
But Leland never registered the gun in his name.
You knew that.
I'd like to call my attorney.
(Washington) Damn! It's okay. We've still got enough to convict her.
You sure about that?
Sure her high-powered lawyer won't come in here,
twist everything around and make her look like the victim?
Happens all the time.
I can assure you,
it won't happen this time.
You're right. It won't.
Ohh.
See this kid? 11 years old.
Was playing at a friend's house
when a stray bullet came through the window,
hitting him in the neck.
Bled to death on the rug.
The gun was fired by a thug trying to settle a beef
with someone outside. I don't know what any of this has to do with me.
The shooter bought the gun on the street
from a 17-year-old kid, who got the gun from a junkie,
who dug it up in a vacant lot in Boston-Edison,
across the street from your house.
Ohh. (voice breaks) So...
Ohh. When you're calling your attorney,
that's the image I want you to have
when he's trying to get you off for killing your husband.
(sighs)
I couldn't take it anymore!
35 years,
Leland worked 12, 14-hour days.
Suddenly he's home.
No meetings. No decisions.
Didn't take long before he was treating me
like one of the employees.
(sighs) Constant bickering, nagging,
nosing around in my business.
He made my life hell,
but I put up with it,
because I knew he was adjusting to life at home.
His job had always defined him.
And then out of the blue,
He tells me he wants out.
(chuckles)
He's no longer in love with me.
Well, that was unacceptable.
I snapped,
and all I wanted was him gone.
(papers rustle, telephone rings in distance)
Guy works his ass off for 30 years,
finally gets a chance to relax a little and-- Only to have his wife
put a couple bullets in him. (scoffs)
Now you're gonna say that's the reason
you'll never get married.
That's just reason number 72, my friend.
It's pretty ironic, though, really.
I mean, my family came over here
to work in the automotive industry.
20 years from now, all the cars are gonna be made in india.
My kids'll have to go there for a job. Full circle, I guess.
So you are getting married?
No. But I am committing to procreate.
That's scary, but I guess it's a start.
(Mahajan) What do you say--Baker's?
I'm with you.
(clicks)
What about you, Fitch?
Baker's?
Uh, I think I'm gonna sit this one out.
You always do.
Hey.
You... look... beautiful.
Ohh. Well, I had to impress my man.
(laughs) Trust me, he's impressed.
Mm. Mm-hmm.
So where are you taking me, anyway? (deep voice) It's a surprise.
(singsongy) Oh, is it? (laughs, normal voice) Your mom's okay to stay late?
(normal voice) Oh, she wasn't feeling well,
so I called a sitter.
You--you called... who is it?!
Jasmine.
Baby, the Bensons use her all the time.
A total stranger! You've met her.
If something happens-- like what?
Anything. Nothing is gonna happen.
You don't know that!
I'm sorry.
Hey.
What's wrong?
Nothin', babe. I'm--it's fine. I'm fine.
(sighs)
It's okay.
(drawer opens)
(drawer closes)
(line clicks)
(woman) Hello?
Hi, Linda. It's Lou.
Lou? It's kind of a surprise.
Yeah, it's been a while.
What's up, Lou? Is something wrong?
No, I was just wondering if you could put Bobby on the line,
so I could, you know, uh, say hello.
He's asleep now.
He's asleep? Yes, he's asleep.
Already? He's a kid, Lou.
Yeah. Yeah, no, I get it.
I get it.
I'll try again.
Bye. (line disconnects)
Um...
Uh, Linda, uh...
(slams receiver)
(clatter)
(sighs)
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