I'm kind of tired, man.
Maybe we should just call it.
What? Thirty years on the job,
the least you can do is let your partner buy you a drink.
You can buy me a drink when I retire.
How long you been planning this?
Two weeks.
Which just goes to prove you are a lousy detective.
Congrats, partner!
Yeah.
So, you seeing anybody?
Two daughters and this job?
Girl, I barely have time to do my hair.
How about you?
Still looking.
Went out with this guy a few times, now he won't leave me alone.
He's harmless.
Hmm. Sometimes I wish I would've waited, like you.
Career then kids.
Grass is always greener.
Trust me. One day in my life, you would be scared single.
You don't realize it,
but from where I'm sitting, you've got it all.
Seriously, Mo, you're my hero.
You are.
Linda, we're just talking about a couple of weeks, that's all.
It'd be good for him.
He wants to come, yeah.
He's my son, too!
I'm not shouting.
Linda, can we just talk, please?
Is that possible? Can we... Linda.
Linda! Linda!
Hey, man. Hey.
Can you believe this reptile?
Malloy destroys communities so he can buy up their land for peanuts.
Lies, cheats, steals, gets away with murder.
Now they're giving him a key to the city? Come on!
Malloy already owns the city,
might as well give him the key.
Sometimes I get the feeling
we're just pieces on his Monopoly board, you know.
That ain't just a feeling.
The rich keep getting richer.
Yeah, well...
If I could just do to that waitress
what Malloy's been doing to Detroit,
this night won't be a total loss.
Is that what you think? That every time you get arrested,
you just call your little sister,
she picks up the phone and fixes everything?
Well, you should've thought about that
before you started using again.
I do love you!
No, Mami and Papi don't know how to help you anymore.
Nobody does.
Martin. Martin!
You have to help yourself.
I'm sorry. Hey.
You okay?
It's my big brother. I'm fine.
Yeah. Hey. Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second.
Look, I'm sorry you gotta go through that, okay?
It's not fair.
You never called me back on the Milner case.
I haven't had time to file the brief yet.
I've been busy.
Doing what?
Sending out resumes for a job in private practice?
So you're saying what, I have no integrity?
I'm saying you strike me as the type
that should charge by the hour.
Right, Fitch. You're the only one who cares.
Okay, I will notify the on-duty detectives right away.
Thank you.
Have you seen Detectives Stone or Sanchez?
Uh, the interview room, I think.
Thank you.
Oh! Whoa!
Oh! So sorry!
Don't you knock? Uh, I'm really...
It's okay, Wendy. It's okay.
Do you want me to lock this?
It's fine. I'll just...
It's fine. Okay.
This is crazy.
Who doesn't knock on a door?
I don't know. I don't even know what the hell we're doing.
It's okay. It's all right.
No, it's not okay. It's not. It's not okay!
Come in.
I forgot to give you this. I'm sorry.
Oh, my God.
You haven't said a word the whole way.
Something bothering you?
Other than this conversation?
I try reaching out.
You keep taking shots at me, I'm gonna stop trying.
Washington.
My son wants to come and visit me.
But my ex says
I gotta build up a connection with him first.
So, what's the problem?
Communication. I mean, it's, uh...
I sometimes struggle in that department.
So, basically,
your ex doesn't trust you'll be around for your son.
It's a concern.
Then let her know he can count on you.
Establish a routine.
Make it a point to call him every other night, same time.
And talk about...
Ask him stuff.
You know. What...
What are his hobbies? What is he good at in school?
What food does he like?
That's good.
I should write this down.
No, no, no.
Wing it.
Trust me, you'll do fine.
Fitch.
Get in. We got a scene.
It's the assistant prosecutor, Alice Williams.
So you exited the courthouse
and then you discovered the body?
A guy on the street heard a bang.
Said he saw an African-American male running out of here.
Bald, goatee, dark clothes.
Got into a vehicle outside.
I know you were close.
We'll get this guy.
A senseless act of violence took one of our own last night.
I have allocated every resource at our disposal
to bring the perpetrator to justice.
Alice Williams was a dedicated prosecutor
and an irreplaceable asset to the city of Detroit.
I don't think I need to tell you all,
this is not just another homicide.
So let's get it done right.
Yeah, we're gonna head over to Alice's office,
talk to her colleagues, look through her files.
Yeah, maybe someone she put away was out for revenge.
Alice said something about a guy she went out with.
He wouldn't leave her alone.
I asked a couple friends,
but they don't seem to know who he is.
Stalker?
She said he was harmless. I'm not so sure.
We'll head to her place, see if we can dig up a name.
Something you need to say, Wendy?
Sorry, Lieutenant. Alice Williams' parents are here.
There's nothing in her bedroom.
Nothing? What's in the bag?
That's just...
You know, it's just personal things.
What things?
Things she wouldn't want her parents to find.
Battery-operated things?
Right. Okay.
Found a bunch of love letters in her e-mail.
Looks like that little fling was with a guy she worked with.
Eli Jones.
That's probably why nobody knew his name.
He was a co-worker and she wanted to keep it secret.
Guy was writing her three times a day.
A month ago, she calls it off.
And he didn't like being dumped.
All right, Longford and Mahajan are at her office.
I'll have them pick up Mr. Jones.
Mr. Jones,
where were you last night?
You think I killed Alice.
Whatever gave you that idea?
I'm a prosecutor,
I'm not stupid.
Well, if you spent as much time prosecuting low-lifes
as you spent being one, you'd probably make Attorney General.
You wanna explain this, uh, collage?
Looks a lot like stalking to us.
Photography is my hobby.
Alice was my muse.
Cute. Did she know that?
Of course not.
That's what makes you a stalker.
So, you two had a fling,
Alice dumped you,
and you couldn't let go.
You're right.
Look, she wanted something
casual.
Alice was a very sexual person.
Look at her, I wasn't going to say no.
But she called it off.
You were jealous.
How would you feel?
You're into someone
and they start lying to you about where they're going,
who they're with,
sneaking around at odd hours,
odd places.
You should see this little punk.
If I was gonna kill anyone,
it would be him.
Any idea who this little punk is?
Some journalist. Mazursky, Sakorsky...
Zagorski?
Yeah.
You know him?
Thanks for meeting us.
I think you know why we're here.
I do?
Do I?
No. I don't.
Alice Williams.
Alice. Oh!
Yeah, I heard about that. I hear she was a really good person.
You know, from TV.
So, you didn't meet with her.
No, no.
Well, we have a guy who says you two were having relations.
Of course, we both know
a world in which you and Alice are doing it
doesn't exist in this dimension.
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
You're looking around like someone's after you.
That's, uh... That's a little...
Now you're talking like a crazy person right here.
Oh!
What?
There's like a red dot moving around on your forehead.
He's okay.
It's all right, I'm just messing with you.
Relax. Let's start over again.
Alice was killed,
and I'm guessing you have an idea who did it.
It's someone you know.
Henry Malloy?
It's hot in here, isn't it?
It's hot!
You want a water, J.J.?
Yeah, I would.
Something with bubbles, though.
'Cause I'm sensing this imminent nausea.
Say it again. Slowly, okay?
Okay.
Alice was going after Henry Malloy.
For what?
After that homicide that you guys worked last year,
she started doing some digging.
She found lots of dirt, man.
Links to organized crime bosses,
uh, politicians on the take.
Why hadn't she brought charges?
Because she thought she had a mole in her office.
She wanted to build her case,
and then get it out in public.
Indict him in the media
and then they'd have no choice but to indict him for real.
Right.
Okay. Here you are, sir.
Oh! Thank you.
J.J. Zagorski.
Really? Yeah.
I read your series of articles on the failure of local municipalities
to eliminate the asbestos problem in schools.
It was extremely well-written.
Oh, wow.
Asbestos writes itself.
Okay, Wendy. Thank you.
Okay, sorry. Bye.
She's a detective?
She's an intern.
Now, did Alice... She seems highly competent.
J.J.!
What? Alice!
Yes! Alice, Alice, Alice.
Right, I was going to write up the story.
Do the interview...
Interview? What interview?
Alice had an insider.
You know, someone who knew what Malloy was up to.
A whistle blower.
Yeah, I didn't get a name, though.
Alice didn't want to expose anything
until she had it all lined up.
Someone who worked for Malloy. Yeah.
Or a disgruntled ex-employee, a lawyer, or an accountant...
Whoever it is, they can help us take him down.
Which means if Malloy knows, he'll want them dead, too.
Well, let's move fast.
Wasn't too hard to find some disgruntled ex-employees.
Trust none of them wanted to go on record, right?
Any leads to Alice's informant?
No one has any idea who would have the knowledge
and the courage to go after Malloy.
One guy called it virtual suicide.
Have you spoken to his ex-wife?
Maybe she's the whistle blower.
There's a confidentiality agreement in the divorce settlement.
He gave her 15 million bucks to keep quiet.
Whew. That's a lot of incentive not to talk.
The wife might not even know much.
But guys like him can't keep their mouths shut
when their pants are off.
What's the fastest way to find a mistress?
Ask an ex-wife.
I appreciate your situation, gentlemen,
but I'm in a precarious position here.
If I break the terms of my divorce settlement,
I forfeit everything I have.
It's fine, you can eat that.
We could go to a judge and find a way through it.
But the thing is, we don't have time.
I'm sorry then,
but you'll have to work it out with my lawyer.
What is that? Is that Impressionism?
Constructivism.
It's a Popova.
You seem like a very nice woman.
But you sit here in this house, isolated and alone,
surrounded by all these beautiful things,
when outside, out there, where the rest of us live,
terrible things happen.
We're trying to stop that.
You can help us
and you'll still be able to play your nine holes
every Tuesday and Thursday.
But maybe, just maybe, you'll save a life or two.
All you need to do is tell us who your husband was out banging
when he should have been home with you.
When Henry and I were at war,
I hired a private investigator.
He found a girl that Henry had been
keeping in an apartment for years
near his office.
Do you know her name?
I really can't...
Ma'am, she may be in danger.
Her name is Anna. Anna Gabov.
Anna Gabrielo, Anna Gaston...
Mmm-hmm.
Have you talked to her?
Talked to who?
No. No, I'm taking a vow of silence on this whole thing.
She's gonna say something.
Relax.
Okay? There's not a policy that says partners can't date.
No, but I'm sure there's some kind of rule
against making out in the interview room.
Hey, Wendy.
Detective Stone.
How you doing?
I'm good, thank you. And you?
I'm good, I'm very good.
Good.
So, listen, Wendy, there's...
Don't worry, John. Your secret's safe with me.
Ooh, I forgot. You need to go by Vice,
they need you to sign off on some arrest warrants.
Oh! That's great.
Great, thanks.
I got a hit on Anna Gabov.
She's currently employed at a place called Blush Escorts.
How did it go?
Oh, it's fine. It's taken care of.
Hello, this is Ariana Sanchez.
I'm with Detroit Homicide.
Presidential Suite, that's the room that Anna's boss gave us.
You mean "madam"?
How'd you get her to give it up?
Old-fashioned persuasion.
Told them we could shut the whole thing down if we wanted to.
We're here for Anna Gabov.
Sorry, folks, private party.
All right, you're gonna wanna back away now.
Charming.
Anna Gabov?
Anna Gabov!
Detroit Police. - Anna?
What the hell?
You need to get out of here right now.
No, you need to get out of here.
Anna, my name is Detective Fitch. I'm here to help you.
Leave me alone.
Do you know Alice Williams?
Alice? She's dead.
So please come with us. We're here to help.
Her name is Anna Gabov. Born in Odessa, Ukraine, in 1982.
Emigrated in 1997, at the age of 15, with a widowed mother.
Her mother was an engineer back home.
But she struggled here as a hotel cleaning lady.
In '01, Anna is 19 years old.
She meets Henry Malloy in a nightclub.
A relationship quickly forms,
he puts her up in an apartment,
gives her a weekly stipend with which
she helps to support her mom
and some family back in Odessa.
Until he kicked her out.
So they've been together for almost 10 years?
Which gives her great access.
Put her together with an avenging prosecutor,
you just might have a case.
Let's get a statement.
Who is that in there with Anna?
What are you doing? Who sent you?
I'm from Processing! I need to get her signature. Stone!
Whoa! That's Rodriguez. He transferred here a month ago.
I don't wanna take any chances.
Let's get this woman to a safe house.
You okay?
Henry had Alice killed?
We believe so.
Monster.
Alice was the closest thing I had to a friend.
She was truly a noble person.
Yeah. She was.
It's cold.
Uh...
I'm sorry.
My clothes make you uncomfortable?
Only if I have to wear them.
All right, one bedroom, only egress is two windows.
Both secured, motion detectors set.
So, I'm gonna go the store. What do you like to eat, Miss Gabov?
Vodka.
Ugh! Come on! Why is it always like this with you guys?
Now you know why we made you go first. Thanks.
We're gonna circle the block a few times,
make sure nobody's sittin' on the place.
We got a patrol car across the street.
All right. I'm gonna get some groceries.
And vodka.
Stoli.
No swill, okay?
Hi.
J.J. Zagorski. Hi.
He's going to publish a story in a newspaper, and...
About everything you can give us on Malloy.
Yes.
Not in the Post, because Malloy owns that, obviously.
But you know that,
of course, because you, and...
And him, you... Or...
You know, you and...
He was... You were his...
I was his whore.
Right! Yes!
Yeah.
Don't be embarrassed.
We all do what we must to survive.
I couldn't agree more, actually. In high school...
Okay! Are you gonna start asking questions, or should I?
Right.
J.J.: I will ask the questions. Let's go.
I'm gonna just find my tape recorder.
And I just have to...
Nope.
Come on. Okay, it's...
Okay.
Uh, so for the record, Miss Gabov,
would you please state the nature of your relationship
with Henry Malloy?
I was his mistress for 10 years.
And during that time, did he confide in you
any details of his business dealings or any other activities?
Mostly I overheard things.
Conversations on the phone, at parties, dinners.
I think he thought I was too stupid
to understand what he was doing.
And who were these conversations with?
Associates of his.
Gangsters, city officials, bankers, businessmen, CEOs.
Do you have any evidence of this?
There was a point when Henry became violent with me.
Threatening me.
So, I started writing things down
and I recorded conversations he had in my apartment.
You have recorded conversations?
Yes. Many. Many.
I gave them to Alice.
She said she'd keep them safe.
You know what they say, elephants never forget.
There are hours of conversations
recorded over a period of months.
It proves Malloy's responsible for the death of Judge Taylor Aldercott.
It proves he used organized criminals to extort city officials
to push through illicit real estate deals.
It's got him threatening a disloyal employee
who later washed up on Belle Isle,
and confirming the death of the squatter in Brush Park.
I wanna open up a case file against Malloy as a murder suspect.
We'll need warrants and a subpoena from the prosecutor's office.
All right, we'll get started on that.
She was one of the ones who gave a damn.
There ain't many.
It's good you knew that.
That you saw who she was.
'Cause I didn't.
Not until today.
Hey, Wendy.
Can you call the courthouse and let them know
that we need to petition for some emergency search warrants?
Certainly, Detective.
Oh! Uh, Detective?
My nephew's having a food drive at his school,
and I was wondering if you'd like to make a donation.
Sure.
Thank you.
Oh! Thank you!
Look, this is all I have, okay?
Yeah. Thank you for it.
Hello.
Nothing like a man in a tuxedo.
I'm here to see Detective Fitch.
Right. And you are?
Henry Malloy.
What do you think he wants?
Only one way to find out.
Mind if I have a seat?
I wouldn't want you to ruffle your tux.
They're giving me a key to the city tonight,
$12,000 a plate.
A charity event in your honor.
You're quite the philanthropist.
Cop salary.
I could front you the ticket, but then you'd have to find something to wear.
Thank you. But if I'm going to sit through dinner and a show,
the story has to be believable.
What is your obsession with me all about, Detective?
Keep this up and I'll have to take out a restraining order.
Hey, if that's why you're here, to file a piece of paper,
they can help you with that downstairs.
I'm here to save your reputation.
There's a story brewing in our hometown paper.
A paper you own.
Profile piece.
It's about this cop, in New York City.
Mixed up with organized crime.
Apparently, he's on the take.
He comes down from the brass.
This cop, this filthy, dirty cop
abandons his wife and child, flees to Detroit,
a town that's easy to disappear in.
Are you trying to blackmail me?
I'm offering you a deal.
Well, you confess to bribery, extortion and murder,
we can talk a deal.
They make medication for delusions.
You mow down neighborhood after neighborhood.
Pushing out the poor, wiping out anybody who gets in your way.
Sally Ellison, Alice Williams...
Can't say I didn't try and help.
We got the politicians you paid off to build your developments,
we got the judges you bribed to throw out the injunctions.
We got names, we got dates, we got dollar amounts.
You are embarrassing yourself.
Got 'em all fooled, don't ya?
Rolling into your charity functions,
dolled up in your tux like a dignitary,
like a refined gentleman.
But this is who you really are, Henry!
My offer was good.
You're your own worst enemy.
Yeah, we'll see what a jury has to say.
You think they'll take the word of an ignorant whore
over a man like me?
Keep dreaming, Detective.
He knows about the girl.
Hmm. Remember that girl in India my parents wanted me to talk to?
That arranged marriage thing? Yeah.
She ever send her picture?
Just came in. I can't do it.
You look.
You afraid she's ugly?
No, I'm afraid she's pretty.
It'll make it harder for me not to call her back.
Well, whatever you do, don't send her your picture.
Why not? She's gorgeous.
I don't want you to wreck your chances.
Hey. Hey.
Lock this door and stay here.
What's going on? Don't leave this room, all right?
No, no, it's not all right. Hey!
9-7-3-0, shots fired! 8000 East...
8000 East Forest Avenue. Shots fired!
Units are responding,
and Fitch and Washington are en route as well.
Let me know the second you hear something.
Lieutenant.
Hold up! Hold up! Rodriguez!
Lock down the building.
Clear.
Yeah, that's him. Bald head, uh-huh, goatee.
He's definitely the one that killed Alice.
He's not gonna be much good to us now.
Hey, hey! Hey!
Where's Anna?
She got scared, man.
She went out the window. I couldn't stop her!
He dropped his gun. I got him. He's heading to the roof!
The stairs, go!
Anna!
Help!
Hey! Hey!
You hear that?
Thirty seconds from now this place is going to be crawling with cops, man.
So do the right thing. Be smart and let her go.
It's okay.
Didn't have a shot, man.
The guy just pulled her.
Just got off the phone with Mason. Someone stole the recorder.
No witness. No evidence.
That's fantastic.
At least we got the trigger man.
Matches the description of the guy who shot Alice.
Someone gets shot, you don't arrest the gun.
Malloy'll just keep on giving orders.
What's ever gonna make that stop?
Now he's at some party,
shaking hands, getting patted on the back,
a couple of blocks away from where that girl lies dead on the sidewalk.
He's a bad guy. We'll get him eventually.
Will we?
Stop the car.
I'm not gonna stop the car.
Stop the damn car.
Fitch!
What are you doing?
Fitch?
Fitch, where you going?
Fitch?
I know you ain't goin' to that party!
Fitch.
This is not a good idea. Fitch.
Fitch, come on, man. Don't do this!
You always throw the best parties.
And you always show up at the most inappropriate times.
I would just like to say that our host,
our benefactor here tonight, Henry Malloy,
who's always used his money in so many admirable ways...
Detective.
...is also the scum of the earth.
He is lower than the lowest crook...
We are going to run you out of Detroit
in the same way they ran you out of New York City.
Let's go. Stop!
You son of a bitch!
Let's go! Fitch!
That is who you really are.
You crazy...
This is who you really are! Come on! Let's get out!
Right there! Let's go.
That is who he is. Right there. You see that?
I'm good.
That's him!
Have you lost your mind?
He killed that girl,
and he killed your friend!
That doesn't matter.
And it won't just stop there, you know that.
He'll keep going and going.
No one wants to avenge Alice more than me. No one.
But I live in the real world,
which means I understand we may have to wait
to see justice done.
And where do you think I live?
Someplace in your head where things always go the way they should.
And I need you to join the rest of us down here on Earth,
or else neither one of us is going to be doing their job.
Get him out of here.
I don't need an escort. Mason said...
I don't care what Mason says.
You gonna call him? Your son?
It's too late.
I was supposed to call him two hours ago.
So,
instead of being a dad,
you went in there and took a run at Malloy?
Look, I know you don't care what I think,
but every night, I go home to my wife, my kid,
try to forget about the day.
What do you do?
Hey, I'm trying to be a father again, okay? It isn't easy.
Then stop making everything harder.
Look, until you get your thinking right,
you don't even have a son.
All you got is a paperweight from the Grand Canyon.
They picked up that uniformed officer, Rodriguez, this morning
trying to cross into Canada.
He's been on Malloy's payroll since the academy.
We couldn't find the recorder.
Lieutenant Mason?
Uh, the Chief's office is on line two.
Thank you, Wendy.
I don't trust her. She's a snake in the grass.
Relax. She's fine.
What are you doing tonight?
I have plans.
Yeah, me too.
Thank God.
This is never gonna end.
Can I have everybody gathered around for morning meeting, please?
Hey, where's your partner?
Uh, rough day yesterday. He's probably sleeping it off.
Heard he went a little nuts on Malloy.
You know Fitch. You can dress him up...
But you can't take him out.
I just got off the phone with the Chief.
We have a man in his 40s found shot to death over on Michigan.
The victim is Henry Malloy.
The Chief wants us to treat this with the utmost priority.
Anyone who doesn't have a live one, you're on the case.
Sorry I'm late. What did I miss?