Previously on AMC's Low Winter Sun...
They found Brendan's car.
Anton was found in his trunk.
Who the hell is Anton Bobek?
Boyd's Confidential Informant, and Brendan again.
I got a witness.
He said he saw two suspects put Brendan's body behind the wheel.
One white guy, one black guy.
We're investigating a murder in your neighborhood.
We're planning on opening up a small spot.
Your crew, they're welcome any time.
Hey. If you call Frank, you are dead.
- Where is she? - I drove her across the border to Windsor.
She's gone.
I want someone in particular.
Romanian.
Light hair, fair skin.
Green eyes.
Uh... emerald eyes.
Her name's Katia.
That's her.
I want her.
Just coming.
She's not who I asked for.
She's a fun girl.
Now something for me.
And I'll hold on to this for you, Frank Agnew.
Come in.
I can open the curtains for you
if you wanna see the view.
The curtains, I can open for you.
Look, I'm trying to find someone.
A woman here in Windsor.
You don't understand.
That's okay.
No, no, no. Don't. No.
It's okay. Close.
Go on, close.
You're very pretty.
Would you like a drink?
We have alcoholic. We have nonalcoholic.
Orange juice. We've got pistachios.
You like pistachios?
Huh?
Candy bar.
That's a great choice.
Are you hungry?
I can order room service.
What do you want?
No!
Okay.
Okay, no calls.
No phone.
Mm.
No, no, no. That's not why I'm here.
Listen to me. I won't hurt you.
I need to know who controls you.
Who controls you, girls like you here in Windsor?
Who controls you?
- Dmitry! - Shh. No, don't.
No shouting. Shh.
Keep quiet. Shh.
I won't hurt you.
Breathe.
Okay.
Breathe. That's it.
Okay.
Better?
You okay?
Okay, good.
Everything's okay.
- Dmitry! - No, no! Shh.
No!
Open the door!
Open the door now!
You brought me the wrong girl.
♪ I ain't no quitter ♪
♪ I'm in for a pound ♪
♪ ain't nobody ♪
♪ gonna hold me down ♪
♪ hustlin' in the Motor City ♪
♪ hustlin', just tryin' to get down ♪
♪ down, down, down ♪
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You gonna sit there all day or are you gonna say something?
I prefer to speak with Detective Agnew.
I prefer to stick your head in the toilet.
Just tell me why you're here.
I'll pass it on.
I'll wait.
Homicide.
You're a weird dude.
He's not in at the moment. Can I take a message?
- Detective Geddes. - You okay?
What happened?
April?
What did she do?
Your daughter was picked up for shoplifting.
The owner wanted to press charges. I was able to change his mind, sir.
What the hell's the matter with you, girl?
Maybe I wasn't raised right.
I don't have responsibility for her.
Did you call her mother?
Your daughter did, sir. She's on her way.
What'd she steal?
A bag of potato chips, sir, and a box of condoms.
- Condoms? - Yes, sir. Magnums, sir.
You're lucky I don't stick a Magnum-sized billy club up your ass.
Get outta here.
And you, sit down.
You are not moving anywhere.
And if you wanna pee...
pee in a cup.
You're gonna treat me like a slave?
No, I'ma treat you like a criminal if that's what you wanna be.
Add it to my file.
- Count it again. - I counted twice already.
So, count it again.
What, you got someplace better to be?
Maybe it was Poppa T and them.
Maybe it was Poppa T and them what?
Skimmed some. I don't know.
No one's really watching them.
No one's really watching them?
I'm busy trying to run stuff, Mike.
- Money's your job. - There's a lot of closed-door transactions.
- It's not so easy. - Hey, idiots, come here.
Leave the brooms.
All right. From now on,
we need to have eyes on Poppa T's crew at all times.
Anyone that ain't one of us, ain't one of us.
Do me a favor, count this.
I counted it twice already.
Check this out.
She looks like she's 14 years old.
Hey, sweetheart.
Who told you about this place? How'd you get here?
I don't know. I heard you can make some money.
- Frank F'in' Agnew. - Hey.
- I was in the area. - You work four blocks from here.
I got a craving for your coffee.
It's crap from a can. You look like you haven't slept in three days.
Cream and sugar?
Black's good.
- Thanks. - Did something happen to Sean? Is that why you're here?
No, no. I haven't seen him.
He comes in every once in a while.
Causes a scene.
Throw us ass out every time.
Damon can't stand him.
Well, I imagine he can't stand Damon.
Damon's not the one on the street.
That's all Sean. It's his choice.
Yeah. I'm not here to talk about Sean.
- Can we sit down? - Yeah.
I'm here to talk about you and Damon.
- Official business, Detective? - As a friend.
Did you hear about Brendan McCann?
Well, it's all over the news.
Are you still paying off to Skelos?
We're in Greektown, aren't we?
This place, Maya, this bar
was in the file that IA have on Brendan.
So much for not being official business.
Why would Brendan come here?
It's not like it's a cop bar.
McCann used to stop in every once in a while for a drink.
Other than that, who knows?
Is Damon into something with him?
- Damon hates cops. - Okay.
I just wanted you to know.
Maya, whatever it is you're into...
stop.
If you lost the key, I'm going to break your freakin' neck.
You used to so love handcuffs, baby.
Does anyone have a key for these things?
I got the key. Don't worry, baby.
- Joe's ex. - I'm not your baby, dickhead.
- Boyd's been waiting for you. - About what?
- He won't say. - Where you going?
I got an ID on this drug kid, Billy Hobson.
I'm gonna go ask around his neighborhood, visit his mother, see if anybody cares about him.
Well, someone cared enough to kill him.
- You riding alone? - I'm a big girl, Frank. Don't worry.
You still married to that old, fat man?
- Are you still living with mama? - My mama, she lives with me.
- Detective Agnew. - You're a child and always will be.
- Just give me a minute. - Still be a better parent than you.
- Deaf, dumb, drunk, and blind. - Ha!
Anytime, anywhere.
- How you been, Frank? - Yeah, good, you?
- I'm great. Got a new husband. - Fat man in his 60s.
- Still with Susan? - Uh, no.
Probably for the best. You know, cop's wife, all that.
April's gonna come live with me.
I'm her father and I got rights.
Actually, you don't.
But she's all yours.
Call me when he disappoints you too many times to count.
Hey, I don't wanna live with either of you.
Now what?
What the hell just happened?
Dad?
Hey, could you maybe just relax?
Just for a minute, please.
Excuse me.
I don't know if this is any consolation,
but this reminds me of an experience I once had with a woman.
- And-- - And what, man?
Forgive me for having a moment of empathy.
Your chopped-up body was last seen
leaving a place called The Raven Lounge
with an Eastern European hooker.
I got my daughter here.
This hooker
will lead us to whoever killed Anton Bobek,
which will lead us to whoever killed McCann.
You ready, Detective? I'll drive.
So you have no recollection
of seeing this white man, white woman?
We don't get too many whites in here besides Frank.
- A couple others. - His name was Anton.
- You don't remember that name at all? - No.
This is a homicide investigation, ma'am.
Whatever you can remember.
He left with a white woman from Eastern Europe.
White's white. I don't care where you all come from.
If there were a prostitute working this establishment--
What kind of place do you think this is?
Hypothetically.
If a prostitute were working here
and a john asked for a date,
are there rooms here?
This ain't no whorehouse.
No one's saying it is.
He's just asking if a man were to meet a woman here,
pro, where might he take her when they leave?
I don't got the slightest idea.
There's no particular motel nearby or an apartment building?
I already answered that.
You could always ask him.
Don't like cops much. Works the door most nights.
Much obliged, ma'am.
Anything you can remember at all.
- Mm-hmm. - Thanks, Latrice.
- I wasn't aware that you are a local. - I come for the music.
I need to take a leak. Give me a minute?
Sorry about all that.
Is Diamond around lately?
- She should be in later tonight. - Okay.
Do you know who your son Billy may have hung out with
or the crowd he ran with?
Crowd he run with?
That boy gay as them boys down in Atlanta.
- What boys? - He wasn't gay, ma.
That boy liked my man more than I did.
- What man are we talking about? - My man. Who you think?
Boyfriend, 17, she used to bring around.
Crackhead, drug-dealin', womanizin' little bitch.
- Turned out up north. - He ain't a drug addict no more.
He got his own church and everything.
Do you know his name or where I can--
- How am I gonna know his name, woman? - His name is Daryl Singers.
He ran a little church off Gratiot and Six Mile
ever since he found religion.
Religion, my black ass.
Thank you for your help.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
You should be sorry!
Children dying every day!
And where the cops be at till they already dead?
Hey! Hey!
You see that little bitch, Daryl,
you tell him I hope he burn in hell.
Latrice acted like
she'd never seen a hooker there in her life.
We oughta kill that son of a bitch.
We're not killing Boyd or anyone else.
We're gonna question everyone Anton ever knew.
Anyone shared so much as a cup of coffee with him.
Same with McCann. We're gonna be good cops
and we're gonna follow our leads.
What leads, Frank?
We're the ones who killed him.
I mean-- Hey, now.
See that asshole?
Home of the automobile and nobody's got a clue.
You see, we've gotta pin this on somebody.
I mean, anybody.
Pin it on him or her or whoever.
- Anyone! - No.
We're gonna do our work, we're gonna let this go cold.
Hey, come on.
I need to clear my head, man.
Let's get back. Take care of your daughter.
No, I need to see my girl.
No, what you need is to act smart.
All eyes are on you.
My ex-wife,
my daughter, my moms.
What are you doing?
It's been a long-ass week, Frank.
- Where are you going? - Give me 15 minutes.
Joe!
Stop! Stop running or I'll shoot your ass.
Not holdin', man, I'm straight.
Straight, okay?
Then why the hell are you running?
'Cause you're a cop, I'm not.
Yeah, well, you used to be. You should know better.
Well, I'm happy now.
Oh, man.
You got a straw for the ground, man?
You imagine?
That's some rock bottom there, boy.
Yeah, I ain't that bad.
- No? - No, man.
I'm just drinking these days.
I got my fireball and I'm all good, man.
It's all cinnamony and shit.
Wanna try some?
Got my own.
How do you expect to run a blind pig without underage girls?
With girls over 18, that's how.
This ain't a strip club, B.
Underage trims half the draw.
Yeah, well, no underage here.
Okay? Period.
Then I suggest you get some more white girls up in here.
- Jump, bitch. Do something. - Scared-ass pussy.
- I'ma burn this chicken! - I'll shoot! I ain't even playin'!
I'll shoot! I ain't playin'!
Man, I'll shoot at every last one of you bitches.
- Hey! Hey! Put it down! - Put it down.
Put them down! Put them down!
- Bitch burnt my hand! - You weren't using them all day, playboy.
Shut up! Shut your mouth.
This ain't right, B.
How we gonna make this right?
We're even.
♪ She's worse.
All right.
But maybe it's just the way God made 'em, you know.
Maybe it's not his fault that he's a scumbag-lowlife-little prick.
She's the one who said...
"I do" to that scumbag-lowlife-little prick.
Greek-ass chapels and death-do-us-part plans.
The same plans she made with me.
She's a heartless bitch.
Kids and everything.
Silly bitch.
Come on.
I saw her, you know?
Yo!
- Who? - Maya.
I just told you I don't care about her, didn't I?
I just thought you'd want to know.
She's a grown woman doing grown woman things.
I'm a single man, single. When'd you see her?
Just recent. I was in the area.
You're always in the area. You work four blocks from there.
She seem okay to you?
She seemed fine.
That's too bad.
I thought you were gonna say she looked like crap
and seemed even worse.
She looked like crap and seemed even worse.
I knew it! Yeah!
She ain't nothin' without me!
You know, I haven't seen her in a long time.
Probably been about a year now.
You hear about Brendan McCann?
What about him? That prick.
He's dead.
Line of duty? Heart attack?
Someone killed him.
Tried to make it look like a determined suicide.
- Come on. - Handcuffed him to the steering wheel of his car.
We fished him out of the river two days ago.
You're making this up.
Found a chopped-up body in his trunk, too.
Jesus.
I'm supposed to be shaking the trees right now.
So why aren't you?
I just needed 15 minutes.
Where you living these days?
Just livin', brotha.
- You know. - Can I help?
Nah, man, nah. I'm good.
Yeah. Look around.
Good to see you, Sean.
Yeah, you, too, man. You stop by anytime.
Hey, Frank.
This stuff about McCann...
I never liked him...
but he was one of us.
I wouldn't know, miss. I've been out the game a while.
Running favors for the Lord now.
He turned up dead, Daryl.
We found him shot dead in a trap house not a mile from here.
I didn't hear nothing about that.
I'm sorry, can I offer you something to drink?
- A glass of water, iced tea maybe? - No, thanks.
- Cheese and crackers? - When was the last time you saw him?
Since I was a kid, I've loved cheese and crackers.
Somebody shot him, Daryl.
Your friend Billy.
You can have a seat if you'd like.
Somebody put a bullet in his head
and left him to have his face chewed off
by a pack of stray dogs.
Your friend, Daryl. Billy.
Fat, ugly white dude
ran out of Greektown.
Billy and him...
They was real tight.
Well, what did he say?
I told you.
He said there's a file on McCann and we're in it.
He said we're in it or the bar's in it?
Baby, he said whatever we're doing to stop.
But he didn't ask about this kid Billy?
- No, but-- - No, he's a Homicide cop, okay?
He didn't say anything about Billy and we didn't kill McCann.
Everything's going to be all right, all right?
You're not a bitch.
I'm the asshole.
Hi, Brendan, it's Katia.
Yes.
Hi, Brendan, it's Katia.
Yes.
♪ can't control my life ♪
♪ held up, thugs, dirty guns ♪
♪ black gloves, maxed out, passed out ♪
♪ hit a lick, bash out, get yours, I'm getting mine ♪
♪ sick with it, battle lines, killer rhymes, suicide ♪
♪ stay alive, genocide... ♪
Hey.
Stop it or lower it.
Okay, your grandma and me, we got rules.
Routines and such.
And you need to catch on or get shipped back
to that East Side asylum known as your mother's.
I didn't ask to stay with you.
Hey, I can take you back there right now.
Just say the word.
You see, 'cause one bad thing, it leads to another.
The case I'm working right now-- cop killer,
worst of the worst.
Probably started as a shoplifter like you.
It's a big case.
It's a lot of hours.
I barely got time for anything else.
I guess you've been on it the last 13 years.
We don't need it, you know.
I know.
I quit.
Since when?
It's not good to do around the kids.
How are they?
Perfect.
Do you ever miss 'em?
Hmm, Maya?
Mommy, mommy!
You okay?
You're okay, you're okay.
You just fell. Come on.
You're gonna be just fine.
Hey.
Oh, hey, baby.
Where you been? I miss you.
I'm looking for a woman-- white woman,
who was here a couple of nights ago.
This woman, Diamond, she's in danger up in Windsor.
Oh, we all in danger, baby.
Where would someone be if someone else didn't want that person to be found?
You asking as a cop or not a cop?
I'm asking as me, please.
I don't know it even exists.
Only heard stories.
In Windsor...
ask around a place called Catacombs.
Last stop on the pervert train.
This is the last place.
I want you to come with me.
Why? You scared?
I am sorry to disturb so late.
I'm Joe Geddes from DPD, Homicide Division.
Don't you people communicate?
I'm sorry, ma'am.
That Chaldean cop lady.
What I'ma tell you I ain't already told her?
Sorry, uh...
Chaldean?
Who's that, your daughter?
Yeah.
Show your face, girl.
Come on over here.
Pretty young girl.
So how you like I come around your house
all hours when she gets shot dead?
Hey, whoa, whoa. Wait up.
Are you saying your son is dead
and that a Chaldean cop lady already came by?
What, you deaf, bitch?
That's what I just told you.
Let's go.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Mm-hmm, that's what the last one said.
If Greek is what you seek...
How are you?
I don't speak that shit.
People who forget where they come from
don't remember where they're going.
What do you want?
I wasn't invited to the big opening,
or any of my men.
Yeah, well, I figured it wasn't really your scene.
Do these monkeys buy drugs?
Do they pay for these ugly women?
We're not in Greektown right now.
Take your medicine, Damon.
Pay your taxes, be honest,
show respect.
Why, so you can bleed me dry like you did with my dad?
Nah, nah. Your dad, nah.
Your dad took everything personal.
He moped around, drinking, complaining.
Ah.
That's because my father was a weak-ass bitch.
He was your father.
Old-timer, you on the wrong side of town.
Yeah, must be...
There's too many of your kind in here.
You a cop?
No.
Prove it.
I'm looking for a place called the Catacombs.
I ain't going to no Catacombs.
I just need to know where they are.
Skelos was outta line, B.
Old-timers.
You know they got that code, man.
You misrepresenting about them,
perpetrating your affiliation.
Funny thing is,
I would've pulled the same play.
Youngblood step up, get his.
Get us, me,
Reverend Lowdown.
Here and now, B.
We here now.
Anything you want, no judgments,
no rubbernecks, no cameras,
no rules.
I just want to see a girl.
Blonde, green eyes...
emerald eyes,
named Katia from Romania.
I need to wash you.
Then... whatever you want.
What's your name?
Katia.
What's your real name?
Katia.
Why? What's yours?
Come.
I'm sorry.
For what?
What color are your eyes?
What color do you want them to be?
Emerald.
Okay.
Oh, please.
I don't want you to be who you are.
I want you to be someone else.
- I'm sorry. - Shh.
I don't want to be who I am.
We'll be whoever you want.
Say your name.
Say your name, please.
Say your name.
Go to his office.
It is just right through there.
Hey, how'd it go?
So, you'll never guess who I just met.
Billy Hobson's mother.
When, tonight?
Piece of work, that woman, right?
Well, her son died. She's grieving.
Didn't sound like grief to me.
Billy was on the list of associates
of Anton in the trunk.
So get this.
Mom and the sister tell me Billy was running with
this ex-boyfriend, ex-con, of the mom's.
A guy named Daryl Singers.
- I know him. - He says he found the Lord.
What, in the bottom of a crack pipe?
Runs his game out of a storefront church on Gratiot.
I went to see him.
He told me he no longer works with Billy,
but Billy was working
with this fat guy outta Greektown.
Anton Bobek.
Seems like it.
Amen, Brother Daryl.
'Cause Billy links to Anton and Anton links to McCann
and Dani Khalil just cracked this thing wide open.
If it's right, I got lucky.
No, if it's right, you get promoted.
Hmm.
- You ready? - I've been ready.
Well, grab your shit and let's go.
That's some good work, D.
We'll hit the ground first thing tomorrow.
♪ it's the same outside ♪
♪ driving to the riverside ♪
♪ I pretend to cry ♪
♪ even if I cried alone ♪
♪ I forgot the start ♪
♪ use my hands ♪
♪ to use my heart ♪
♪ even if I died alone ♪
I found you a new cat.
Do you like it?
- It's my neighbor's. - Oh, that sucks.
Might I-- Thought I'd found it for you.
I thought you quit.
Every once in a while, no big.
You know I could've broke in, right?
Broke a window or something.
But I didn't.
Outta respect.
I found you a cat instead.
I thought I did.
Thoughts count, you know.
Thanks.
Where you been?
Started to get worried. Hmm?
Windsor.
Windsor? For what?
There's nothing but Canadians up there.
I went to find someone.
You know, there's people here, too, you know.
Not everyone left.
Not yet, anyway.
I went to find a woman.
Uh-oh.
Yeah.
She got to me.
Yeah.
They got a way of doing that.
What's her name?
Hmm?
Well, her name. The one that got you all messed up.
Katia.
Katia?
That's a nice name.
Katia.
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