Man, this neighborhood blows me away.
I mean, look at that bad boy right there.
Time was, everybody who was anybody lived in Boston-Edison.
Henry Ford, Joe Louis.
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.
(CHUCKLES) Hey, at least you know I'm listening, right?
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
Yeah, I'm not gonna miss your driving.
MAHAJAN: Once again, we're the last ones here.
No, we're not.
MAHAJAN: Uh, coroner's van,
Stone and Sanchez's car.
You should be a detective, you know that?
Vic's been dead for a while.
What's "a while"?
Two, three days.
He was shot twice.
Once in the upper right shoulder, one to the back.
Leland Eckhart, 60.
No cash, a couple of 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.
It's a nice house.
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.
I found an open window on the side of the house.
No 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 of casings, though.
Caliber is .9mm.
Last call was Marni Eckhart, his wife.
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.
I drove out last Sunday.
You were away, what, five days?
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 did he work?
He was an exec in the auto industry. Thirty years.
He loved that job.
That must have been pretty tough on him, then.
Leland was the definition of a workaholic.
Up early, home late.
He just didn't know what to do with himself anymore.
I have a sister in Florida.
I've been trying to convince him to move there.
I felt it might be good for his...
(CRYING)
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.
Yeah.
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.
Cool.
Seems this guy might have had a guest over before it went down.
You said you called 911 two days ago?
Maybe three.
You can check with them on the exact day.
STONE: Okay, and 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.
STONE: 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?
Hmm.
Ooh. You like Magnolia?
Who are you taking out, her or me?
Lieutenant's here.
She must have found out it was a kid.
(WOMAN CRYING)
Name's Stephon Macy, 11 years old.
FITCH: That's the mother?
Lives down the block. The boy was
here playing with his best friend.
Oh, man.
DAVIS: Bullet came through the window, hit him in his neck.
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?
Any reason they might be a target?
The friend hears multiple shots outside,
only one comes through the window.
So, it was a stray.
I'm gonna knock on some doors. See if anyone saw anything.
I was sitting out here just seconds before.
I only went inside but a minute.
Soon as I heard it,
I knew something bad had happened.
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.
Thanks for your time, sir.
DAVIS: Get anything?
No eyewitnesses. None that'll talk, anyway.
Can't say that's a shock.
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 someone came in recently with blown out windows.
This happened hours ago.
They're probably boarding up and laying low.
Find whoever did this.
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.
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.
LONGFORD: What things?
Last week, Mr. Eckhart got into 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 and shoving?
The other guy, Dwayne Dozier,
came away with a broken nose.
He 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.
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, covered it up.
No reason for the parents to worry.
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?
Hmm.
Sometimes you're good.
Sometimes you're lucky.
Hey!
What the hell are you doing? Get away from my car.
Detroit PD. We need to talk to you, sir.
I got nothing to say to you.
How did this happen to your window?
I did nothing wrong.
Let me go. Come on.
Hey, y'all leave that young boy alone!
Why y'all sweating a brother? He ain't done nothing.
Where are you taking him?
The hook's always trying to harass folks.
Hey!
An 11-year-old boy was shot in his
best friend's living room, okay?
You wanna get angry about something, get angry about that!
DR. DOZIER: Yeah, Leland and I were playing handball.
We got into it.
Is this about a woman?
We talked to some of the other members.
That's what they seem to think.
No, there was no woman.
Leland got a ball on a double bounce.
I called it. He didn't like that.
A couple of grown men arguing over a handball violation?
Yeah, well, we get a little competitive, okay?
Besides, it was a few days ago. We're fine now.
You might be.
Look, 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.
Man, that's terrible.
Is Marni okay? 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 something.
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?
Now check this out.
They ID'd the prints on the tumbler from Leland's house.
They're Dozier's.
So he was there that night. Mmm-hmm.
Don't know what to tell you. I wasn't there.
Is that what everyone on the block's gonna say
when we show them 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.
You 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 nothing. Then who did?
I say something,
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 playing it.
Okay, bring her in.
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 you.
This is Stephon.
My boy.
You knew him.
Please.
I got into it with this dude
parked on the strip up Belle Isle.
He was talking mess about my rims.
Words were exchanged, you know how it goes.
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.
I heard the shots.
(GUNSHOTS)
Heard the glass shatter.
(VOICE BREAKING) 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.
Hangs out a lot over at 7 Mile Sounds & Rims.
All right. Thanks for paying attention, Ace.
I will see you next time.
Okay.
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.
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 & Rims. Next stop.
You lied to us, Dwayne.
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.
LONGFORD: 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're having with his wife.
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.
The last time I saw Leland, he was very much alive.
You don't believe me?
Ask Elise.
So, can I see it?
The picture. It's of your kid, right?
Wow. How old is he?
He was nine when that was taken.
When was the last time you saw him?
Mmm. 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.
It'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.
Can't remember the name, but...
There's our guy.
(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)
FITCH: Excuse me.
We need to ask you a few questions.
What the hell is this about, man?
A dead little boy.
Where were you early this afternoon?
I was watching Oprah.
That's funny.
Funny guy.
We impounded your car, Paul.
Hey, you better not have messed up my ride, bro.
That's what you're worried about, your car?
Yeah. Brand new paint job on deuces?
You'd be worried, too, man.
No, Paul.
I'd be worried about this.
Found a 9mm 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 was nowhere near that neighborhood.
The person you were shooting at seems to think different.
Well, he's lying, man.
So that wasn't you Bam-Bam got into
the beef with over at Belle Isle?
Look, I don't... Who's Bam-Bam?
(KNOCK AT DOOR) (DOOR OPENING)
A minute.
What's the problem?
Ballistics came back with an IBIS hit.
Your suspect's 9mm full-metal-jacketed bullet
matches the slug in your 11-year-old kid.
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.
Seems we underestimated you, player.
You, my friend, have done the impossible.
What's that supposed to mean?
Hang out on Belle Isle much?
Look, man, I told you. I don't know no Bam-Bam, all right?
What's up with your partner, man?
What, he gone mute?
What about the yacht club? Been there?
Yeah, that's where I park my catamaran, yeah.
(LAUGHING)
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?
Why are you asking me about Boston-Edison now?
Why is he asking me about Boston-Edison? What's up?
See if this rings any bells.
Old man, white, walking into his house,
gets ambushed, the gun goes off.
You didn't mean to shoot him, but he tried playing the hero...
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.
Hell no! You're trying to pin two murders on me?
Sit down. Hell no!
I ain't sitting down for nothing!
Sit down.
FITCH: Okay, here's what I'm thinking.
You didn't mean to kill that kid.
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?
I don't believe this, man.
You can't believe that you did it,
or you can't believe that you got caught?
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 going to 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.
I didn't kill the old man and the kid was an accident.
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 me.
If my client tells you where he got the gun,
do we have a deal?
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.
Le Petit Zinc.
Excuse me?
That's the name of the restaurant I was thinking about.
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 wrong with this guy?
Do we have a deal or not?
You get a nice bottle of wine.
Maybe you should even spring for a suite...
...at the MGM Grand. Do we have a deal?
You make a whole night of it.
This guy's trippin'.
Come on, Damon. Let's go make a few calls.
Set this up for you.
Whoa. Wait, wait, wait.
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, I went after Bam-Bam.
He was disrespecting me, disrespecting my ride.
So I followed the fool home.
I was just gonna scare his ass a little bit.
I didn't mean no harm.
And the kid, I'm sorry he got caught up in it.
But the craziness in Boston-Edison, that was none of my doing.
How'd you get the gun?
I got it a couple days ago from Appleman.
Where can we find Appleman?
Street corners, parks. I mean, hell if I know.
He's just one of those guys. If you
want something, he'll hook you up.
What's Appleman's real name?
Appleman.
Anything?
Yeah. We're working on it.
I got Applebag, Applepie, two Applejacks.
Wait a minute.
Here we go.
Edgar "Appleman" Hardy. Works at...
Well, that explains a lot.
You know, my uncle's getting real tired of you cops
coming down here harassing him.
Yeah? Well, maybe your uncle should
stop selling illegal contraband.
Illegal? This is a legit business.
Everything in here is licensed and registered.
Who are you?
His nephew. I help out at the store sometimes.
We're looking for somebody who goes by the name of Appleman.
He has today off.
Why are you looking for him?
Need to ask him about a gun.
Gun?
My uncle has an address book in the back.
Let me get you his number.
You get the feeling he's about to make a run for it?
Most definitely.
LONGFORD: Appleman!
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Get up, son.
You all right?
Come on.
Where are you going in such a big hurry, Edgar?
Appleman.
You're Appleman now.
Sorry, I'm old school.
I gotta call you what your mama named you. Edgar.
What do you guys want? Info on a gun.
9mm Glock 17, to be exact.
Look at me. I'm a kid. What do I know about guns?
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 days ago with a handful of stuff he found.
He tried to pawn off the 9 mill, 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 and made him an offer.
Just like that. No questions asked.
It's the business I'm in.
I could move that ugly ass coat if you wanted me to.
How do 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.
Dude signed the ledger for the other stuff.
Everything you want is probably in there.
Come on.
Scott Troy?
I'm Detective Sanchez. This is Detective Stone.
We want to ask you a few questions.
Is this about my drug test? Because I thought I passed.
It's about the gun you pawned over on Randolph?
I knew I shouldn't have taken it.
(HYPERVENTILATING)
Scott, put your head between your legs.
Easy. Put your head between your legs.
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?
Couple days ago.
The kid showed us where he found the gun.
And his alibi checks out.
What about Appleman?
Yeah, his uncle vouched for him.
Said he was at the store all day.
What kind of perp kills someone, robs the place,
then finds the 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.
DAVIS: What do we know about Marni Eckhart?
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. SANCHEZ: No, she wasn't.
Turns out, she didn't make it.
Never even canceled.
Grand Rapids is only two and a half hours away.
There was 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 Zs
and meet her girlfriends for Wednesday brunch.
Sitting pretty. Thinking 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 that still doesn't prove that
she came home to kill her husband.
Proves she's been lying.
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've got no record at the spa of you ever showing up.
I had a horrible headache that night. I stayed in bed.
I guess I forgot to cancel it.
Yeah. You also forgot to mention that part to us before.
But now, the...
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.
MRS. ECKHART: Well, that's impossible.
It must've been taken without my knowledge.
MAHAJAN: You know, my father worked in the auto industry, too.
And 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?
It has to do with the fact that you
killed your husband, Mrs. Eckhart.
What?
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 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 squirrel hunting.
Inside joke between the two of them.
But Leland never registered the gun in his name.
You knew that.
I'd like to call my attorney.
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.
See this kid?
Eleven 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.
Oh.
So 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.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Thirty-five years,
Leland worked 12, 14-hour days,
and suddenly, he's home.
No meetings, no decisions.
Didn't take long before he was treating me
like one of the employees.
The 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.
He's no longer in love with me.
Well, that was unacceptable.
I snapped.
And all I wanted was him gone.
Guy works his ass off for 30 years.
Finally gets the chance to relax a little...
Only to have his wife put a couple of bullets in him.
Now you're going to 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.
Twenty years from now, the cars are gonna be made in India.
My kids will have to go there for a job.
Full circle, I guess.
So, you are getting married?
No.
But I am committed to procreate.
That's scary, but I guess it's a start.
What do you say, Baker's?
I'm with you.
What about you, Fitch?
Baker's?
Uh, I think I'm gonna sit this one out.
You always do.
Hey.
You look beautiful.
Well, I had to impress my man.
Trust me, he's impressed.
Mmm. So where are you taking me anyway?
It's a surprise.
Oh, is it?
Your Mom's okay to stay late?
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?
Nothing, babe. It's fine. I'm fine.
It's okay.
Hello?
Hi, Linda. It's Lou.
Lou?
Yeah, it's been a while.
No. I was just wondering if you could put Bobby on the line,
so I could, you know, say hello.
He's asleep?
Yes.
Already?
Yeah. Yeah. No, I get it.
I get it. I'll try again.
Bye.
Um...
Linda, I...