(Lowered voice) What's she doing here?
I don't know. I thought her Fitch-hunt was over.
Maybe it's not what it looks like.
I got the call last night. It's what it looks like.
Listen up, everyone.
You all remember Special Agent Harkins.
Hello again.
Effective immediately, she'll be working with this department.
The FBI would like to establish
a joint task force with the D.P.D., and she...
bottom line, Malloy's gone,
and there's gonna be a power struggle in Detroit,
- and we want a front row seat. - This is homicide.
Organized crime's down the hall.
Agent Harkins wants to learn the lay of the land here,
get some street-level field experience
by following along and assisting with...
let's face it. You all have your own way of doing things,
but the more I learn, the more the task force
can hit the ground running. I know I've got a big Mountain to climb,
but my investigation of Detective Fitch...
that was just me doing my job.
I, for one, bear no ill will toward Agent Harkins,
and I encourage the rest of you to do the same.
We're all on the same side here.
Let me know if there's anything you need.
What he said...
Really.
Yeah. Welcome aboard.
Mi squad room es su squad room.
Sanchez, why don't you help Agent Harkins pick out a locker?
Washington, please familiarize her with our radio codes.
She'll be working with you and Fitch.
Uh, lieutenant.
A word, please.
I already did my part, okay? I made up with her
in front of all the other kids on the playground.
Quite convincingly, too. I almost believed it.
You never said anything about working cases together.
She feels the two of you could learn a lot from each other.
Now I'm learning from her. No. Forget it.
She specifically requested you.
Well, I don't request her.
Look, I don't want her here any more than you do. (Telephone rings)
(Sighs) Mason.
You're up, detective.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Camera shutter clicking) She's got lacerations
and bruising around her eye, her cheek, and her jaw.
Looks like she was beaten to death.
Victim's name is Vanessa King. She waitresses here.
The owner's friends with her father.
She was still setting up. Place wasn't even open yet. (Siren wailing in distance)
Which means she let the guy in. She knew him.
Where's Agent Harkins? She was following us,
but I should probably call her with directions.
She'll find it... or not.
My girl! I wanna see my girl! (Sanchez) Take it easy.
- Vanessa! My baby! - I'm sorry, sir.
We have to secure the scene, sir. Please, sir.
Please. Please. (Sanchez) Mr. king, come on now.
Please. (Washington) It's all right.
(Sobbing) (Sanchez) Can I get you something?
(Camera shutter snaps)
(Continues sobbing)
(Siren wails)
She grew up in a gym.
Boxing was in her blood.
Tommy always say she can knock you out two ways...
her right cross and a smile.
That's her boyfriend?
Fiancé.
Tommy Westin.
Please say he's the next Tommy Hearns.
He has a big match this weekend at Cobo Arena.
Mr. King, given the nature of your daughter's injuries,
- is it possible... - You think Tommy did this?
No chance.
They was high school sweethearts,
grew up together. They was getting married come summer.
He's going to be crushed.
Any idea where he might be?
Probably getting ready for the weigh-in.
Press conference starts pretty soon.
(Tires screech, horn blares)
Agent Harkins, we're done here.
You knew I was following you.
Did you really have to go so fast?
Solving murders is not a leisurely process.
I just gave up smoking.
You think you could be a little nice to me?
Look... I didn't mean to lose you, okay?
- It was a pretty straight shot. - Straight shot? Have you see a map?
Downtown Detroit is laid out like a wheel.
Your roads are about as straight as your politicians.
You know, I don't like being ditched, detective.
- It really bugs me. - You know what bugs me?
Detroit bashing and people who make excuses for being late.
(Scoffs) Try to keep up this time.
(Engine starts)
(Tires peal)
(Telephone ringing in distance)
I'm here for Lieutenant Mason.
Uh, is she expecting you?
Oh.
Uh... (Whispers indistinctly) (Normal voice) Hello, ma'am.
- Detective Mahajan. - It's Helen, right?
- Yes. - Yeah. Hi. How are you?
- I'm good. - Good.
I won't be long, April.
Okay, grandma. Come on in.
Um, you can have a seat right there.
Thanks.
(Door closes)
Sergeant, uh, should I know who that is?
Oh, that's, um... Helen Lakeland.
Her son was killed five years ago. Never solved.
She comes in every year
over the anniversary of her son's death.
Oh, that must be the saddest feeling in the world.
Yeah. There's dozens more just like her.
They call or come by, especially during the holidays.
They need to know
their loved one's death hasn't been forgotten.
So we sit, talk with 'em. Until there's a new lead,
there's not much more we can do for 'em.
Helen lakeland. I'll remember that.
All right.
It's five years now.
Five years yesterday, actually.
(Mahajan) It's a shame.
I decided it's time to go through his boxes.
April's 12. She's asking about her father more.
I bet you found some nice stuff in there to show her.
I found these...
letters between James and a woman... Adrienne.
Do you know who she is?
James was a very private person.
I don't know who this woman was
and... don't know if it's useful to the case,
but... they're love letters.
Detective Mahajan and Longford will look through them.
If there's something there, they'll find it.
I know it won't bring him back.
I just need to know what happened.
(Amplified voice) Mnh-mnh, y'all ain't ready,
'cause this here's a spectacle for the ages...
Tommy Westin versus Dap Fielder...
(Cheers and applause) The "Motor City Mauler" versus the "Detroit Hammer."
Ooh-whee!
(Camera shutters clicking) That's right.
It's the throw down in motown. (Chuckles)
But only one man will triumph.
Only one man will claim bragging rights
for the great metropole of Detroit,
and only one man will go on to fight next spring
in the Cruiserweight Championship of the World.
Now to do the weigh-ins, give it up
for Detroit's very own Tommy "The Hitman" Hearns.
Here we go. (Cheering)
(Amplified voice) Thank you very much, sir.
Let's do this, guys. Okay, weighing in at 192 1/2 pounds,
Tommy Westin, the Motor City Mauler.
We're gonna to need to speak with Tommy Westin.
(Crowd shouting indistinctly, whistling)
I c-can't believe it.
I just talked to her this morning.
She's my world.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
You think it's an act?
- Not really. - Anything's possible.
Let's see what Fitch says.
Guy's got amazing instincts about people.
Well, not how to be around them, of course, but...
(Man) Where's Tommy?
Where the coward at?
Is he there? (Chuckles)
If he too scared to stand on the stage with me,
what y'all think's gon' happen in the ring?
Oh, there you go.
I thought you might have ran off.
I thought maybe you heard I was with your girl last night. (Crowd shouting indistinctly)
What'd you say to me?
You heard me. She wanna be with a champ, not a chump.
(Grunts) (Crowd shouting indistinctly)
Arianna!
Where were you last night?
You were with her last night?! (Loud smack)
Stone! Stone!
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sorry I clocked you, detective.
I was going after Dap. Time that guy caught a beating.
Well, at least you're fixing him up.
Antonio's the best cut man in the business.
Lavelle, by the way.
Tommy's corner man.
Hmm.
Hey, uh, haven't I seen you around somewhere?
Maybe at Kronk. I used to work out there.
Ah, see? I never forget a face,
especially one like yours. (Chuckles)
- Dap seems like a real jerk. - Yeah.
Does he always mouth off like that?
Man, all that trash talk is just an act.
You know how it goes, every fight needs a bad guy... sells tickets.
So you were just saying that to... incite Tommy.
You weren't actually with Vanessa King last night.
No, I was with her.
Oh, him and Vanessa used to date some.
Dap Fielder and Vanessa?
A long time ago...
Till she left him to be with me.
Now, Tommy... (Grunts)
How'd Dap take that?
He didn't like being dumped.
Vanessa was beat pretty bad, Dap.
You need an ice pack for that hand?
Come on, man. I got this from whupping Tommy's ass just now.
Last night with Vanessa was just dinner.
Then she left.
I didn't care if Vanessa hung out with Dap.
I knew she wasn't steppin' out on me.
I'm gonna have to ask you some tough questions, Tommy.
Where were you about 8:00 this morning?
- You think I did it? - No, but we still have to ask.
I have to, anyway.
I don't like people interrupting me
- when I'm questioning a suspect. - Ooh, doesn't like that.
Don't you think it's weird that he's not calling off the fight?
- My God, his fiancée was just killed. - Doesn't mean he did it,
- if that's what you're implying. - Well, I think it's a little cold.
The man's a fighter by nature. That's what he does.
Maybe he's trying to keep busy to avoid feeling anything.
You ever think of that?
Actually... I'm very familiar with that notion.
James Lakeland, 42, multiple stab wounds,
car found parked on Belle Isle Bridge.
Victim was then tossed off the bridge to the river below.
Any mention of an Adrienne Fontaine?
She wrote the letters.
No. We were pretty thorough, too... I mean
we talked to his daughter, April...
she was 7 at the time... Helen, his mother,
co-workers, neighbors.
I mean, whatever he had going on with this Adrienne,
it was a pretty well kept secret.
Maybe it was a jealousy thing.
Was April's mom ever a suspect?
No, she'd been out of the picture for years.
Remember, we tracked her down in that drug den.
She was so strung out, she hardly knew her own name.
Maybe we should talk to her again.
Yeah, if we can find her, if she's even alive.
I'll get human services on it. (Cell phone alert chimes)
Hey.
Is that your phone?
It's from somebody named Anjali.
No, it's pronounced Ahn-jali.
Is that your Indian arranged bride?
We'll see. We've been texting, getting to know each other.
I don't see how you can get to know somebody through texting.
It's so impersonal. She says she thinks I'm boka.
It's a bengali word. Kinda means "shallow."
I stand corrected. I guess you can get to know somebody.
Here you are, sergeant. I read through all the letters,
and I cataloged them by postmark.
Did you learn anything, detective?
They were very much in love. Mm.
Some of the letters made me blush.
- Oh, yeah? - Steamy?
Like how steamy?
Now why would Ann-jali possibly think you're shallow?
Ahn-jali.
No, the letters weren't explicit, really.
Just extremely passionate.
Wow, letters. Didn't even know people wrote letters anymore.
Only letters I ever wrote were to "Penthouse."
She told him that he's the only one to ever touch her soul.
James and I worked in the same building.
We met one day in the food court.
You hit it off pretty good, huh?
We had feelings for each other, but we didn't...
- It n-never went any further than that. - Because of his wife?
No. (Sighs)
My husband Peter and I were separated at the time.
He was living in Germany.
We'd tried for years to have a baby,
and it was hard on us.
But I had hopes of getting back together with him, so...
So you and James wrote letters.
It's how we dealt with what we were feeling for each other. (Laughs)
(Adrienne laughs)
That's Harper. Peter and I... we... (Music playing on computer)
We had a baby.
Congratulations. I'm glad things worked out for you.
We're very happy.
I do think about James now and then, but I've moved on.
Well, that's good, Adrienne,
but, you see, his mother hasn't been so lucky.
You think we can talk to your husband when he gets home?
Oh, well, he works really late, so...
We can go see him at work.
(Sighs) Look... Peter doesn't know anything about James
or those letters.
And I'd like to keep it that way, so...
- You understand. - Yeah.
Well, thanks for your help.
We'll show ourselves out.
Blunt force trauma to the left and right sides
of the head and neck.
Impact abrasions and subsequent contusions
on the torso and ribs.
What kind of a sick bastard does this to a woman?
Another thing... there are displaced fractures
in the fourth and fifth right metacarpal neck.
She busted her hand. Sounds like our victim went down swinging.
So... her fiancé's a boxer?
Yeah. Ex-boyfriend, too.
Well, if she landed a punch,
either one of them have fresh cuts, bruises?
Well, they both did, you know? But I mean, they were just in a brawl.
I mean, there was a lot of people in that room that got pretty dinged up.
There were news cameras rolling before the fight happened.
(Mason) - Let's check the footage. - Get to it.
There he is... the great white hope.
Now I know why they call you Stone...
- 'cause you drop like one. - Ha ha.
So you guys heard about that, I take it?
- Oh, saw it on the news. - Everybody did.
Great.
Just got off the phone with Vanessa King's cousin.
She had dinner with Vanessa and Tommy a few days ago,
said they'd had an argument.
Tommy was furious Vanessa had been calling Dap.
I thought Tommy said he didn't care if Vanessa saw her ex.
So is everything else an act, too?
Guess there's one way to find out.
(Grunting)
(Man) Tommy.
Detectives.
(Velcro rips) Any break in the case?
Let's talk down at the station.
(Panting)
You think I did it?
Come on, Tommy. Let's go clear this up.
- Get away from me, man. - You need to go find out
- who killed my girl. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hey, Tommy, calm down! (Tommy) - Get off me!
- Get off me right now! - Hey, hey, stop!
- Any time now, Sanchez! - On the ground, Tommy, now.
April, we're hoping maybe
you can help us understand these letters.
They're from a woman named Adrienne Fontaine.
- Does that name mean anything to you? - Not really.
Your dad never mentioned her?
This could be important, April.
He never talked about any Adrienne,
but he used to talk on the phone sometimes
when he thought I was asleep.
Do you know who he was talking to?
I... think it was a woman.
One night, I heard him yelling.
I came downstairs, but then he hung up.
It looked like he was crying.
Like they'd had a fight?
Do you think he could've been talking to your mother?
Dierdre was out of the picture by then, long gone.
April, when was the last time you saw your mother?
I don't know. I don't remember her.
My dad used to show me her picture.
He said my mom really loved me.
But she got sick,
had to go away.
Okay, April, if that's everything you can remember,
then, um...
Okay, thank you, darling.
Let's go, Tommy.
Just keep that crazy lady away from me.
Who she think she is, Dirty Harry or something?
Oh, she works for the Federal Government.
They're not all warm and fuzzy like we are.
Something I need to know?
We apprehended the suspect. She pulled her weapon unnecessarily.
Is the boyfriend our guy?
- Looks good to me. - We're not really sure.
- Washington and I will talk to him. - Well, I'd like to get in on this.
I have plenty of experience with non-violent criminals.
- Principles are not so dissimilar. - Let's let him calm down a bit.
Agent Harkins, may I have a minute?
You are here to observe and assist.
That's what I was doing.
- Not by pulling a weapon without cause. - There was plenty of cause.
Now it's time to observe. It's their interrogation,
Agent Harkins.
(Computer keys click)
I'm getting up the credit card records
on Adrienne Fontaine.
I'm getting nothing. Nada. Zilch.
For what?
Anjali. She stopped responding to my text messages.
I mean, I thought she was kidding,
but maybe she meant it when she called me boka.
Maybe she really thinks I'm shallow.
She hasn't even met you yet.
That's when she's really gonna have a problem.
Okay. Check this out.
The night that James was killed,
- Adrienne ate in that diner on Bellevue. - That's like two blocks
from where he was thrown in the river.
Do you really think Adrienne could have killed James
- in such a violent way? - Women are capable of anything.
Yeah, but Adrienne's small.
There's no way she can throw the body off that bridge.
- Maybe she had help? - Another guy?
Well, wait a minute.
Okay, the husband
bought a plane ticket earlier that week.
Round trip from Germany.
He was in town.
Finds out about the relationship,
tells his wife she's gotta make a choice...
either him or James.
- Motive, means, opportunity. - We got us a suspect.
Two for the price of one.
(Chuckles)
(Door closes)
(Sighs)
Still can't believe I got punched in the face.
What?
(Chuckles) I think it's kind of sexy.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
(Clears throat)
Were you mad she was seeing Dap?
- She was cheating on you? - What are you talkin' about?
Vanessa never cheated on me.
So what were you and Vanessa arguing about?
She wanted me to stop.
Stop what?
Boxing.
She wanted me to give it up.
Why was that?
My last fight against Bobby San Rio...
I won, but he knocked me around pretty good.
After that, I started getting dizzy.
It was hard to read. I couldn't drive.
Vanessa thought it was connected?
She took my brain scans to some special neurologist.
And he said it was too dangerous
to keep absorbing all those blows.
I know the risks
I mean, look at Ali.
Even her dad.
This game is hard on you.
But I had a chance to make a bundle fast and get out,
never worry about nothing again.
Not everybody gets that chance.
I wasn't gonna give that up.
Tommy, Vanessa tried to stop the fight
and wound up dead.
Any idea who had enough riding on that fight
that they were willing to kill her?
I begged her not to get involved.
All she wanted was to protect you.
And all I wanted was...
To give her the life we dreamed of.
(Camera shutter snaps)
Mr. King, can we talk to you?
We may have found out why your daughter was murdered.
She was trying to stop Tommy from fighting.
Why would she do that?
He's a good boxer, best I ever seen.
She was worried about his health... all those punches.
Sir, Tommy had signs of brain injury.
Now Vanessa was worried what might happen
if he kept boxing.
Nonsense. I fought for 20 years.
Took all kinds of beatings and gave out a bunch, too.
But look at me. I'm... I'm fine.
I mean, I-I'm here, ain't I?
You're doing great, sir.
We just wanna look through Vanessa's things,
see if we can find any evidence of anyone threatening her.
Well, you can come in right now if you want.
Okay, thank you.
Adrienne's husband was in town.
Said he was at a business meeting,
but he was sketchy on the details.
Of course, it was five years ago.
But she placed herself at a diner the night of,
two blocks away from where James was killed.
Now while she lacks the physical strength...
Our guy was overpowered
and stabbed and thrown off a bridge.
They could've done it together?
We're pretty sure they're involved?
The night of, two blocks away?
Detroit's small, but it ain't that small.
Let them sit there for a while,
then I'm gonna take a run at her.
I have done this once or twice before.
Mr. Hopper, we searched our victim's belongings
at her father's house.
Did you give this chain to Vanessa King as a gift?
Could be. Does look like my style.
Why did you give it to her?
Well, I am Tommy's manager, as I'm sure you are aware.
You know, and I make it my custom to begift various members
- of my retinue from time to time. - And as Tommy's girl,
Vanessa certainly constituted as such.
Do you also make it your custom to give threatening notes with the gifts?
Mm, your meaning avoids me, friend.
You're having trouble understanding him.
"Your concerns about Tommy's health are misbegotten.
You'd be wise to... Refudiate yourself from this matter."
What makes you think I wrote that?
Yeah. You boys are barking up the wrong road.
Vanessa... Vanessa...
you... you go. Go ahead.
Vanessa King wanted to stop this weekend's fight,
which gives you one hell of a motive to kill her.
Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Hopper,
but aren't there millions at stake for Tommy's next fight,
which only happens if he wins this one?
If you want us to take your prints and match 'em up
with the ones we took off this note, we can do that.
(Scoffs) All right. I wrote the note, all right?
But I can say with all certitude that I did not kill that girl.
Then who did?
(Sighs) I offered a cash incentive
to some of the folks on Tommy's team,
told them to make sure that the fight went on as planned.
What did you tell them, exactly?
(Sighs) I said
to... run interference with Vanessa a-as need be.
- So, basically you put a hit out on her. - No, no, no, look, look,
now you... you twistin' my words, now.
I don't think you need our help for that.
All right, we need the name of everyone from Tommy's camp
that you spoke to.
(Door squeaks open)
Adrienne? I'm lieutenant Mason.
I didn't kill James Lakeland.
My husband didn't kill him. Please let us go.
I'm not here to... (Sighs)
You have a son, right?
Where is he?
Harper's at home with a sitter.
We tried calling. There was no answer.
Adrienne, there's been an incident.
What? What do you mean?
We believe there may have been a break-in.
What?
We've sent a car. The details are still emerging,
but there was a man...
What do you mean, a man? What happened?
- Is my son okay? - We're doing the best that we can.
- Is my son okay?! - Please calm down!
Do not tell me to calm down! I wanna know what happened to my son.
- Tell me what happened! - Adrienne! Adrienne!
Your son is fine.
He is? But you said...
I know... what I said.
There was no incident.
(Exhales deeply)
How... dare... you.
I am a mother, Adrienne.
I realize what a horrible thing I just did to you,
and I hope that you'll be able to forgive me.
But that panic you were feeling... that was 30 seconds.
Helen Lakeland has been living with that nightmare
for five years.
If you know something about his murder
and you're not telling us,
you're doing to her exactly what I just did to you,
except you're doing it every... single... day.
After he got laid off from work...
(Click) James started getting sick a lot.
He said it was the stress. I urged him
to take a vacation.
He went to China.
He wound up in the hospital one night.
That's when they found it... pancreatic cancer.
He was dying?
He had six months, maybe a year.
But his health benefits would run out well before then.
And he couldn't afford the C.O.B.R.A. Payments.
You're saying he killed himself.
I tried to talk him out of it...
Many times.
But he made up his mind.
(Sniffles) He was going to stab himself,
then jump in the river.
Why put his family through that?
If he made it look like murder, they'd get the insurance...
enough for his mother to raise April.
That's all he had to leave them.
- So that night... - The diner...
He agreed to meet me, give me one more chance
to talk him out of it. I thought I did, too.
He said he'd go home, think it over.
But when I got the suicide note in the mail the next day,
I knew... he just wanted to see me one last time.
I'm gonna need that note.
I didn't mean to make Helen suffer.
He wanted her to have the money.
I was trying to respect his wishes.
(Gasps)
You did what you thought was best.
You know what this means, right?
The M.E.'S gonna have to change James Lakeland's cause of death
from homicide to suicide.
Yeah. The insurance company's gonna go after the family.
They're gonna want their settlement back.
That poor woman.
Hasn't she been through enough?
Unless we sit on this.
Helen gets to keep the money.
Uh-huh. And we become accessories to insurance fraud.
Then there's that.
James Lakeland committed suicide.
We have an obligation to put that in our final report.
It's the law.
Yeah, and what about the spirit of the law?
Aren't we supposed to be protecting the helpless?
It's not like the insurance company needs the money.
Maybe they won't notice cause of death's been amended.
We're under no obligation to contact them.
Are you kidding me?
Those buzzards are always sniffing around, calling in,
checking the database for any change,
especially on these unsolved cases.
That's their job.
And ours is telling the truth,
whether it's convenient or not.
(Chuckles)
(Sighs)
(Door squeaks)
(Siren wailing in distance)
Hey, Vik. Come on, man.
Fact is, she's right.
I know. I know.
I just can't accept that there's nothing we can do
to help this family.
Who you calling?
Human services, please.
Tommy's promoter offered these men a cash bonus
to run interference with Vanessa King.
Now we've spoken to all of them...
well, almost all of them.
We're still looking for Antonio, the cut man.
Antonio... isn't that the one that hit you?
Yes.
Most of these guys have pretty solid alibis.
We're still verifying some of their stories.
Hope I'm not interrupting,
but I think we may have a breakthrough here.
I know the victim's injuries appear to be evenly distributed,
but the autopsy revealed that the most powerful blow...
the one that caused the intracranial bleeding,
which was the cause of death...
was on the right side of her head.
His power's on his left. He's a southpaw.
(Mason) - We have any lefties in the bunch? - Antonio, for one.
Stone got hit under the right eye.
Hey, okay, yes. Can we please just stop talking about it?
It's on YouTube.
Just so you know.
I'm pretty sure that I saw Antonio with a cut lip
the day we talked to him at the press conference,
but I just assumed that it was from the brawl.
He's the one guy we haven't been able to track down.
Maybe he knows we're looking for him.
When you find him, you might wanna get a blood sample.
Serology identified two separate types.
So the killer did leave blood at the scene.
Getting a blood sample's gonna take some time.
We gotta get a warrant. Yeah, but we gotta find the guy first.
Antonio's not answering his cell phone.
He's not at his place. He's not at his girlfriend's place.
- He's not at his mother's place. He's... - I'll find Antonio.
(Grunting)
(Exhaling deeply)
(Men speaking indistinctly)
(Man) Push it. Push it, push it.
(Man) Yeah. He got it. Good. Good shot.
Detective Sanchez. (Chuckles)
Lavelle, Tommy's corner man. You remember me?
Looks like all those hours at Kronk are paying off, huh?
Well, what you doing here?
Just working off some stress on my lunch break.
Let me get on the mitts. I'll work you out, huh?
All right. (Velcro rips)
So, uh... how's the case going, huh?
You got any leads?
We're closing in on this guy from Dap's camp.
He's giving Antonio as one of his alibis,
says they went to breakfast.
Can't get a hold of Antonio to verify it, though.
Well, I think I can help you there.
We were all over at Louie's place last night.
Antonio... he kinda overdid it with the drink.
He crashed there. Probably still sleeping it off.
I'll get you the number, all right?
I appreciate that. (Velcro rips)
You ready?
(Grunts) So you and Tommy are close, huh?
I've known Tommy since he was 4 years old.
Even then, he was hitting harder than kids twice his age.
(Grunts) Pretty good with both hands there, huh?
Thanks.
Me, too. My mom... she switched me when I was a kid...
righty's world and all that.
Wait. So you're a natural lefty?
Yeah, but all my dexterity's in my right.
You know, my speed.
Still got a hell of a left hook, though, huh? (Chuckles)
Is that right?
All right, here we go. Let's see that speed now. Ready?
(Grunting) (Loud smack)
Oh, my God! Are you okay? (Grunts)
You're bleeding. Here.
It's all right. Good.
Thanks. Just gonna get some ice, all right?
(Grunts) You're good.
Ugh.
(Men speaking indistinctly)
(Tommy exhaling deeply)
We made it, T.
We're here.
Well, look who it is.
You guys got some news for my man here?
There's been a break in the case.
We're ready to make an arrest.
Thank God. I'm going out of my mind with this. Who is it?
Lavelle Adams, you're under arrest
for the murder of Vanessa King.
(Chuckles nervously) What?
Guys, this is a mistake. This is my boy. We grew up together.
No mistake, Tommy. (Handcuffs click)
Lavelle's blood was found at the crime scene.
Is this true?
It wasn't supposed to be like this, T.
All right, I just went over there to talk to her,
but she wouldn't listen.
She was gonna turn those doctor reports in to the press.
- All right? - To stop the fight.
She was gonna ruin everything. Everything!
(Grunting)
Why?! Why?!
Tommy, look, man, you worked too hard for this, man.
- You deserved it, Tommy. - Why did you do this to me, man?!
We deserved it.
What am I supposed to do now, man?! You killed me, man!
You killed me!
(Yells)
I know it's hard to hear, but he did it
because he loved you.
He did it because he felt it was a sacrifice he had to make
for the good of his family.
Mrs. Lakeland, I hope finally knowing what happened
will at least allow you to find some measure of peace.
It will. Thank you both.
(Sighs deeply)
There's one more thing...
that life insurance money.
They're going to want it back, aren't they?
More than likely, ma'am. I'm sorry.
I'm sure you had that money set aside
for April's living expenses, schooling.
We'll get by somehow.
There are assistance programs.
We'll provide you with some information.
Don't feel bad for me.
It was worth it just to know...
What happened to my son.
- Oh, what about a corn dog? - That's pretty healthy.
No?
(Door squeaks)
- Hi. - Hello.
I'm Dierdre Spence. I'm here to see Detective Mahajan.
Yes. Just one moment, okay?
Why don't you go see how your grandma's doing, okay?
Okay.
Dierdre, I'm Detective Mahajan's partner, Sergeant Longford.
We weren't sure you were gonna make it.
I wasn't sure myself.
After I got his call about... James being dead
and... and how it happened...
Yeah, it's a lot. I know.
I-is she...
Oh, April?
She's right in there.
She's a beautiful young lady.
(Voice breaks) I don't know if I...
I don't know if I can do this.
All these years, I couldn't even mind myself.
Look, you got a job?
Mm-hmm.
Place to stay?
Can you put food on the table?
When I got clean, I wanted to come find her.
But I got scared.
I figured that James had moved on,
that... she had a new mother,
that she was better off without me.
Yeah. Your daughter needs you now.
(Voice breaks) What if she doesn't want me?
Look...
I'm scared. I don't think I can...
I shouldn't have come.
Dierdre, Dierdre...
You traveled a long road to get to where you are now.
(Chuckles) Don't tell me you can't go 10 more yards.
She's really in there?
Yeah.
April.
There's, uh... Someone here to see you.
Hello.
- I'm April. - Nice to meet you.
You probably don't remember this,
but we met a long time ago.
My name is Dierdre.
I'm your mother.
Uh, detective... wait.
I just wanted to say thanks for... putting up with me.
No big deal.
No. I know I can be...
Um...
I'm not great at...
I have no filter.
You might wanna work on that.
It's okay to have an unexpressed thought
once in a while.
I-I'm in real trouble here, aren't I?
Well, these are good people.
They'll forget, or at least forgive.
No, I mean I'm taking advice from you
about social interaction. I must be pretty bad.
That's an example of one you could have kept to yourself.
(Longford) Hey. You comin'?
No, I got some stuff to catch up on.
Hey, uh, whatever happened with... Anjali?
You ever hear from her? Get this. She lost her phone.
That's why she stopped texting me.
She wasn't upset at all.
So basically you got yourself all worked up for nothin'.
She still thinks I'm boka though.
Damn. How well you gonna get to know somebody
through texting, anyway? (Chuckles)
(Chuckles) Good night.
Good night, man.
(Aretha Franklin) ♪ only you ♪
♪ can hear my soul ♪
♪ serenade ♪
♪ I want to be free ♪
♪ to fly away and sing ♪
♪ to the world ♪
♪ about my soul ♪
♪ serenade ♪
♪ my soul serenade ♪
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