Against the Wall s01e05 Episode Script

[Shower stops.]
[Door shuts.]
[Glass breaking.]
[Bluesy rock music.]
Against The Wall 1x05 Baby, Did a Bad Thing [Woman moaning softly.]
[Knocking on door.]
Not now.
[Knocking continues.]
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
Wait, wait.
I-I have to go.
- What? - I just--I gotta go.
Uhh! [Knocking continues.]
Where are you going, huh? - I'm sorry.
- Uhh! [Kiss.]
I'll be right back, okay? Don't move.
[Sighs.]
Why are you dressed? - You ordered pizza? - Yeah.
Why are you dressed? When did you have time to order pizza? I preordered it.
I thought we'd be hungry afterwards.
Brody, let's just keep it simple, okay? Let's not make it any more complicated than that.
It's pizza.
It's no metaphor for anything deeper.
What? Nothing.
I-- I know the word "similitude" also, okay? Don't underestimate me, Kowalski.
Okay, come on, quit stalling.
- One minute.
- You've had 15.
What the hell is that? That is a triple word score.
I don't think so, Kowalski.
Unless that's Polish for crazy, I'm guessing that's not a word.
Fine.
Let's consult the ref.
Hey, my great-grandfather's in this book.
I know, I know.
Richie keeps bragging like he supposedly went toe-to-toe with Al Capone.
Your family is blue-blooded royalty.
Here he is.
Ronald Kowalski.
35 years on the job.
My grandpa Willie was the same tough old bastard.
He died two years ago.
I miss him.
I gotta watch myself around you Kowalskis.
Guess you do.
What? Nothing.
How long have you and Carlos been married? Seven years.
Why? Wow.
Four kids in seven years.
Two of 'em are only a minute apart.
Still.
You got a thing about kids? No.
No way.
I love kids.
I just don't have any room for them in my life right now.
I barely have room for a guy.
Well, liking a guy doesn't mean it's gonna lead to kids.
It's not like the flu.
I know.
It's just, wow.
Almost or soon-to-be four kids.
It's-- - What can I say? My Carlos is very passionate and I'm fertile.
Flores, Kowalski.
My office, now.
Got an anonymous call this morning.
Female body found in an alley at Madison near Kilbourne.
Caller said the woman was killed by a cop.
- Any proof? - Just her word.
You think she's telling the truth? It's our job to assume they are and investigate-- anonymous or otherwise.
- What are you not telling us? - Who really did it.
[Paper rips.]
That's your job.
Start there.
That's it? No other explanation? I need to repeat myself? Oh, I thought you said the victim was found in an alley.
- She was.
- Then what's here? The last place she was seen alive.
The Furry Corral? Seriously? I stand out like a sore thumb.
Oh, no.
You look great.
You barely notice.
Did Papadol seem out of sorts this morning? He gets mean when he lies.
What's he lying about? The real reason we're here.
- Is that--? - Lieutenant Bob Barcelli.
He used to be one of the best on the force.
Got turned out somehow heading up narcotics.
Now he's into all kind of bad.
Isn't he, like, top on IA's complaint list? Coerced confessions? Excessive force, harassment.
Barcelli's big on abusing his power as a cop.
It's been Papadol's mission to kick him off the force.
But nothing's ever stuck, right? Maybe Papadol thinks we've got something that finally will.
- Where are you going? - To talk to Barcelli.
It looks like he comes here a lot.
Maybe he saw something, heard something.
Police.
Take a walk.
IA? How's Lieutenant Papadol? He sends his regards.
Mind if we ask you a few questions about a dancer that worked here? Michelle Kane? Goes by the name "Candy" Kane? Beautiful girl.
Died way too young.
We're hoping you can help us figure out why that happened.
Don't know I could be much help to you, but anything for IA.
Girls, IA has got some questions about Candy.
Oblige 'em.
Nikki, give Goldilocks a taste.
Oh, no, that's really not necessary.
Okay, gentlemen, welcome Sherry to the stage.
You know, you really don't have to do this.
Uh-huh.
[Laughs.]
So you're looking to find who snuffed out Candy? Yeah.
Any ideas? Um [Giggles.]
Okay, can you--? Wow, you're really flexible.
Thanks.
Yoga four times a week.
So, can you tell me anything about Candy? Candy was always looking to come into some money.
The reason she first came to Chicago was to be part of Second City.
Bitch was hilarious.
Guess she got sidelined, huh? A lot of girls do.
So, uh, how long was she working here? Uh, six months.
Was Candy working last night? Got off early.
Said she had some date and didn't seem to excited about it.
Was Barcelli here last night? Till closing.
Where'd you go afterwards? Since my divorce, my one-bedroom apartment.
Were you alone? I don't kiss and tell.
Characterize your relationship with Candy Kane.
There was no relationship.
She was a piece of ass I liked to see wiggle.
That's it? She also made all my wet dreams come true.
Got it.
Good.
Wanted to be crystal clear.
Didn't want you thinking there was something more.
Just figured a cop of your rank and stature may have seen something that could help us.
Don't bullshit a bullshitter.
So you were with Barcelli all night? All night.
Till about 6:00 this morning.
Let's go.
We've overstayed our welcome.
Oh.
If you remember anything.
Absolutely, Mrs.
Camalari.
Thursday morning.
[Sighs.]
What's wrong? Oh, I just took an order I can't possibly fill.
Well, call her back and tell her you can't do it.
She'll never order from me again.
And I've got so many orders coming in now.
I-I-I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up.
I think it's time you open your bake shop.
You've been talking about it for years.
We can't afford that.
We'll make it work.
We always do.
Hey, Mom.
Oh, hey, what are you doing here? Hey, Mrs.
K.
I stopped by to get dad since his car is in the shop.
Your mom is finally gonna open her bake shop.
- Oh, that's great.
- No, no, no, no.
I'm just thinking about it.
Stop thinking and do it.
That's what I told her.
[Laughs.]
What do you think? I think you'll know when you're ready, Mrs.
K.
John, you're gonna make some nice girl a very good husband someday.
[Laughs.]
All right, pops.
You ready? I was born ready.
Just gotta find my keys.
Give Abby a call.
Let her talk you into it.
[Kiss.]
Bye, honey.
Candy's autopsy report just came in.
The Furry Corral give you any indication why our victim might have a, uh, key inside her stomach? No.
But why didn't you tell us one of the strippers is undercover IA? I have a couple of cops working deep undercover, investigating Barcelli.
Nikki happens to be one of them.
What tipped you? She was eager to come over to us, the other girls were pissed they weren't making money, and she had no problem giving us info.
I'll tell her to work on that.
We're on the same team.
Why keep us in the dark? My concern is keeping Nikki alive and this investigation secure.
She's gotten closer to Barcelli than most.
That's an understatement.
Nikki took a big chance calling you.
That is why this is all very sensitive.
Nikki would not have jeopardized her cover if she didn't feel strongly that a cop killed Candy.
She is the best we've got.
Nikki was with Barcelli all night long.
No way he killed her.
Doesn't mean he didn't have her killed.
Do your due diligence.
[Door closes.]
Okay, Candy had sex before she was murdered, but there is no trauma suggesting rape.
What was the cause of death? Uh, M.
E.
's report says suffocation through strangulation.
Is that glass in her hair? Beveled stained glass and some old-growth wood.
It suggests she was murdered in a much nicer neighborhood than where she was dumped.
Crime lab's doing forensics.
Superficial scratches on her back.
Okay, we find where this key goes to, maybe we find a broken window.
"BB.
" Can't be that easy.
That tattoo behind her right ear, it looks like an over-embellished cross.
Candy was one of Bishop's girls.
Who's Bishop? A pimp who worked a stretch on Rich Street.
So, she was a working girl before she graduated to stripping? It could be where she originally met Barcelli.
There's a saying on the street.
You're more likely to sleep with a cop than actually be arrested by one.
You can totally do this, Mom.
Don't worry about it.
Yeah, and I think I know exactly the person to help you as well.
Okay, I'll talk to you soon.
Bye.
Hey, baby.
- Damn, you look good.
- Okay, beat it.
Excuse me? Come here.
Come--come here.
Hey.
Damn it.
- Abby, wait.
- It's all right.
I ain't gonna hurt her.
- I said, beat it.
- [Groans.]
Don't move or I'll break it.
Hope not.
It's his turn to make dinner tonight.
- What? - Carlos, my new partner Abby.
Abby, my husband.
Oh.
Oh, no! I'm so sorry! - It's a pleasure to meet you.
- Yeah.
- Can I have my arm back now? - Oh, sure.
Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were-- Some strung-out brotha? Spent ten years on vice perfecting this look.
Let that be a lesson to you.
There is no future on the streets.
Hey, baby.
Hey, baby.
[Kiss.]
Carlos works this neighborhood.
Figured he know something more about Bishop.
What'd you find out? Candy was one of Bishop's top moneymakers.
He was pretty pissed when she stepped out on him.
Pissed enough to kill her? Enough to threaten that if he ever laid eyes on her again, he was gonna slash her pretty little face.
I see you around here again, I'm gonna haul your ass in.
Hey, calm down, bitch.
I'm leaving.
Hey, Bishop.
Flores, Kowalski.
Need to ask you about one of your girls.
She goes by the name of Candy Kane.
I ain't seen that girl since she walked on me, like, six months ago.
Why? She was found dead this morning just a mile from here.
- What do you know about it? - Not a damn thing.
I was throwing a private party last night, breaking in some new talent.
She's working up the block right now.
You can ask her yourself.
You know any other reason why Candy would be down here? - You ask her cop boyfriend? - Barcelli? Barcelli? Who said anything about Barcelli? Well, that's the cop she was screwing, right? Hell if I know.
[Car door slams.]
Juan Martinez.
Seems were not the only ones working on this case.
Flores, Kowalski, IA.
Hanning, Martinez, homicide.
What's IA want with our pimp? - And this is where I get off.
- No, no, no.
- Oh, man.
- Stand over there.
You working the Candy Kane case? Yeah.
Got a witness that can put Bishop with Candy yesterday.
Bishop claims he hasn't seen Candy since she moved on off to the Furry Corral.
Well, that's not the first time a pimp's lied now, is it? You guys still haven't answered the question.
Why is IA sniffing around this case? Uh-uh.
You know how this works.
You share with us, not the other way around.
If we have any further questions, we'll give you a call.
Wow, that's gotta piss 'em off.
It always does.
- Mackie? - Hey, Mrs.
Kowalski.
So I figured we'd jump right in.
Abby said you're swamped, so time is of the essence to get the ball rolling on this lifelong dream of yours.
Baby, and every word that I say is true you got me runnin' and hidin' all over town you got me sneakin' and a-peepin' and runnin' you down this can't go on - Brody! Hi.
- Hey.
What are you doing here? I came to ask you out on a date.
- A date? - Yeah, you know.
Fancy linens and silverware.
Or karaoke and sawdusted floors.
- Whatever you prefer.
- Uh Okay, what brought this on? Nothing.
I thought it'd be fun.
Hey, if you don't want your brother to see us, we'll take the EL down to Barrington.
Oh, no, I don't do the EL.
The whole underground thing-- I mean, it's, uh, claustrophobic.
- Yeah, big time.
- So I'll rent a car.
Did you have a good time last night? Not that part.
The afterwards part.
When you tried to cheat.
I did not cheat.
Just answer the question.
Why are you doing this? Because I want to take you out on a date.
It's been six months.
You owe me a date.
Tomorrow night, 8 p.
m.
And, uh, wear your hair down.
Homicide has a witness who claims she saw Bishop in a heated discussion with Candy Kane yesterday, approximately 4:25 p.
m.
near Rich and State.
It was right before her shift at the Furry Corral.
We tried contacting the witness, but so far, nothing.
Homicide hasn't exactly been forthcoming with their information.
How did Bishop react when you brought up Barcelli? He pretended like he had no idea who we were talking about.
- You believe him? - A cop with Barcelli's rep? Every criminal in this city knows who he is or at least crap their pants upon hearing his name.
Uh, the report came back that the glass and the wood found in the victim's hair was from the early 1900s.
Abby's calling someone who can help narrow it down for us.
It seems there are only a couple places qualified to replace windows in historic buildings.
That's our window.
Looks like your contact at the Historic Initiative was right.
Yeah, the guy at the installation place said someone called just this morning about coming out.
I'm calling in a warrant.
We need to get inside.
[Dials phone number.]
[Dog barks.]
Oh, excuse me, sir? Detectives Flores and Kowalski.
- You live here? - Why? Sir, please answer my partner.
- Is this your home? - Why? Slowly.
Relax.
Sergeant Brian Dudek.
Are you here investigating Candy Kane's murder? What? No.
Let me see your keys.
You need to open this door, Sergeant.
[Sighs.]
All right.
[Overlapping chatter.]
Heads up, fellas.
IA's in the house.
We just need to ask a few questions.
If everyone will place their firearms on the table before we get started.
Now.
Dad? Dad, what are you doing here? - It's not your business.
- Uh, it is my business.
I'm here investigating the murder of a woman who possibly died here last night.
Oh, really? When did you transfer to homicide? I didn't.
It's complicated.
I'll explain later.
I've heard about this place.
Is this the cop house everyone talks about, with the wild, late night parties, the strippers, the mistresses? Do you have a mistress? - No.
We play poker.
- And? And it's like a fraternity.
We call ourselves the Blind Bowlers.
- This place used to-- - The Blind Bowlers? Seriously? You want to hear this? Sorry.
Back in the '20s, three cops busted the mobster Dutch Schwartz and took over his speakeasy-- this place.
In those days, lower-class speakeasies were called the Blind Pigs.
The cops decided to call themselves the Blind Bowlers.
If their wives asked, they were bowling, but they'd come here.
You're either invited in or the key is passed down generational.
It's a tradition that's stuck.
Does mom know about this place? Of course she knows.
We don't have any secrets.
How many members? We've always kept it small.
Have better control of the place.
Is Bob Barcelli one of the members? No.
Why? You think he had something to do with the death of this girl? I don't know.
You watch your back with him, Abby.
He is not a man to be messed with.
Were you here last night? Are you asking me as my daughter or an IA Detective? Both.
It's a simple question, Dad.
Then I have to ask you to come down to IA to answer some more questions.
Then I guess you'd better inform your mother that I'm going to be late for dinner.
Hey, what the--? Get dressed.
You gotta be kidding me.
[Latch clicks.]
What happened in this room, Candy? [Dialing phone number.]
[Overlapping chatter.]
Ah, I thought we were sharing information.
We are.
You share what you have with us.
What did you find out? The key found in Candy's stomach is to this house.
We found evidence it could be the original crime scene.
Yeah, well, this is a house full of cops now, isn't it? Then one of these cops is a possible suspect in Candy's murder.
Mind if we take a look? That okay with you? - Abby.
- What are you doing here? We got a call to escort some cops down to IA.
Dad? Am I riding with you, Rich? Are you arresting dad? No.
We just have to ask him a few more questions.
Are you out of your mind? Can you just take him down to IA, please? [Sighs.]
- Really, Abby? Your dad? - I know, I know.
I'm sorry.
I know how close you are to your family.
Look, he'll get over it.
Kowalskis can't stand not talking to one another.
Who else is gonna listen to them? What was that? It was nothing.
It was just-- - there was a piece of hair in her face.
You let him touch you? You told me you thought he was disgusting.
- You said that? - No, I-- okay, I kinda did, but-- - Thanks.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God! Hey, hey, come on.
Richie, calm down.
You want me to calm down when you're sleeping with my sister behind my back? - Keep your voice down! - Can we talk about this? Yeah, after I kick your ass.
Don't be ridiculous.
You're not kicking anyone's ass.
- I'm not fighting you.
- Richie, damn it! Stop it! Damn it! Richie, get off him! You don't know what he's been saying about you! Not one word was about her! - Bullshit! - That's enough! Richard, in the car.
You too, Brody.
Does your mother know about this? Okay, open your eyes.
[Gasps.]
Oh! [Laughs.]
Mackie, that's wonderful! Now, we can play around with the colors, switch things around.
Oh, no, no, no.
That's beautiful.
Oh, my gosh! [Both laugh.]
Hey.
Oh! Oh, wow, that looks great! I know, right? And--and--and I have, um, I have a business plan and everything was Mackie's idea.
Oh! [Laughter.]
- Are you all right? - What? You ran in here like your hair was on fire.
Uh, well, first of all, you need to know everyone's okay.
Okay, now you're scaring me.
No, no, no, it's not scary.
I just had to take dad down to IA to ask him some questions, so he might be a little late.
You had to arrest your father? No, no.
It's a long story.
There was a murder.
You think your father killed someone? No, mom, no.
A woman died at the house where dad plays poker.
- The Blind Bowlers? - So you do know about that.
Well, of course I do.
Why wouldn't I? No reason.
Abby, you have to know, your father would not be involved in anything shameful.
Yes, I do.
[Laughs.]
So there's no way Lieutenant Bob Barcelli would be in possession of a key? No.
To your knowledge, has Barcelli ever been inside the house? Why are you asking me about Lieutenant Barcelli? Is it because of his connection to my father? Just because he was a rookie under my father 100 years ago doesn't mean that I am or ever have been friends with him, so I suggest you move on to another question.
Were you at the house last night, Sergeant Kowalski? - No.
- Do you know who was? - No.
We don't have a sign-in sheet.
Can you give us the names of everyone who is a member of the house? Is that why I'm here? Because I'm the father of one of your detectives, I should provide you with all the information you need so you don't have to work for it? Send Detective Kowalski in, please.
We just have a few more-- Unless you're gonna suspend me or compel me to answer your questions, I would like to speak with my daughter.
[Sighs.]
[Sighs.]
I don't pretend to understand why you took this job, but what I will not do is be used in any way, shape, or form because you're my daughter.
That's not what they were doing.
You may not think so, but yes, that's exactly what they were doing.
[Sighs.]
So, what do you want to know? Have you ever seen this woman before at the house? She works as a stripper at the Furry Corral.
- No.
Did she have a record? - Yes.
Once for solicitation.
We have two rules.
No hookers and no one with a record allowed in.
Well, someone obviously broke that rule.
This woman was found strangled to death early this morning and someone in that house was involved.
I don't believe it.
I'm telling you, there's a murderer among you.
You may not want to believe it, but we have strong evidence that says otherwise.
I'm gonna need the name of every cop with a key to that house.
I'm also gonna need yours.
So, we have a list of all the cops who have keys to the house.
Mind telling us why you didn't mention you were part of the Blind Bowlers? Never came up.
In case you haven't noticed, I've been investigating a homicide.
- So have we.
- No, no, no.
You guys are on a witch hunt for a cop.
A cop who may have killed Candy.
Listen, while you guys were out harassing Chicago's finest, I was out there, solving a case.
Meaning? Meaning we've already got a suspect in custody.
A suspect? Who? - Charles Murray, aka Bishop.
- Candy's ex-pimp? Just signed a confession 20 minutes ago, so as you can see, I was, uh, kind of busy to come down to your little cop tea party.
So Bishop killed Candy in a houseful of cops? Yeah, said it was an ef you to the cops for taking away what was his.
And if you don't believe me, you can check the tapes.
Oh, yeah, you can talk to him yourself if you want.
He's down in holding right now.
I almost forgot.
We're gonna need your key.
- What key? - Your key to the house.
What's my key got to do with anything? I just told you, we got a confession out of Bishop.
We've collected all 19.
There's one missing.
Yours.
[Clears throat.]
Now, are we done? Hey, can we talk? [Sighs.]
No.
Then can you listen? I don't want to hear it.
I don't want to talk about it.
I won't even allow myself to even think about the thousands of times you've bragged about some chick.
It conjures up images of my sister.
I just want to bash your head in.
Not once was I talking about Abby.
The blond with big boobs who blew you to paradise? That wasn't your sister.
So you were with all these other women while you were screwing my sister? No, it's not like that.
I really like Abby.
Please.
You like her so much you're hooking up with other women behind her back? It was your sister that didn't want any ties, okay? I was just trying to respect it.
Respect? That's ridiculous.
How about showing your partner some respect, huh? - How long were you two--? - Oh, seriously? - How long? - Six months.
I think you're making way too big of a deal out of this.
You should have told me.
It wasn't my secret to tell.
Yes it was, damn it! You were my partner! Were? [Locker door slams.]
[Sighs.]
I put in a request for a new partner.
- Thanks for helping my mom out.
- Oh, my pleasure.
You're so lucky to have a mom like her.
I know.
She's pretty amazing.
Hmm! That's an understatement.
Do you have any idea how great it is to be able to tell your mom anything and not have her judge you for it? I didn't tell her about Brody.
- Why didn't you tell her? - I don't know.
I do.
You don't want her to know that you're not this hopeless romantic you pretend to be because you're actually a horny-ass nymph.
- Are you still drunk? - What? The two empty wine bottles pretty much gave you away.
Seriously, what were you thinking, getting my mom drunk in the middle of the day? Okay, first of all, it takes a little more than a few glasses of white wine to get me drunk.
And secondly, it was your mom who was doing all the pouring.
Mackie.
I promise it will never happen again.
Thank you.
[Laughs.]
Richie, it's me again.
Can you please call me back? We need to talk.
- Is your brother still pissed? - Yes.
So you're not allowed to date someone your brother knows? Yeah, of course.
It's more complicated.
Okay, I was embarrassed.
Why? He's cute.
It was just sex.
So you're a ho? No.
Abby, lighten up.
It's okay to just want sex.
I know.
I just don't want a relationship right now.
I don't have the time for it.
I don't know how you do it.
I have a damn good man that has my back.
- That's not what I meant.
- Look, you make choices.
I could stay home, but that wouldn't benefit my husband or my kids.
I'm just not made that way.
[Phone ringing.]
Criminalist report came back from the cop house.
Fibers from Candy's clothing were found inside that room.
So do we still think Bishop had something to do with her murder? And what happened after that? She broke away from me and she ran towards the window.
She pulled away and fell into the window.
I tried pulling her back in, but-- Bishop, did you kill Michelle Kane? Yeah.
Ye--yes.
Yeah, I did.
Do we believe him? Why would Bishop take Candy to a cop house? How did he even get in? And what does he keep looking at? You mean, who? [Sighs.]
Hanning's partner, Martinez? Bishop looked scared to death.
You saw Martinez.
Would those boyish looks scare you? Who else would be in the room? Someone who has a vested interest in making sure Bishop keeps his mouth shut.
Barcelli? Barcelli has an ironclad alibi.
What would he have to gain by coercing a confession out of Bishop? That's what you need to find out.
[Phone rings.]
Yeah.
None of this makes sense.
Hold on.
No need to talk to Bishop.
- Why? - He's dead.
They just found him hanging in his cell.
So, Martinez was not in the room when Bishop confessed.
He was at his desk finishing up paperwork from his last case.
And listen to this.
Hanning and Martinez caught Candy's case three days into their last one.
Usually takes detectives two weeks to catch a new case.
Hanning obviously leapfrogged over a few detectives to make sure he was first again in the rotation.
Just got off with Carlos.
Bishop was telling the truth.
The night of Candy's murder, he was holed up all night with a new girl he deemed Tootsie Pop.
Hanning's file? Back in 2008, he was cited for drunken misconduct at a bar.
In 2010, cops came out twice to his house on a domestic abuse charge.
Sounds like our cop has anger issues.
Find out if Hanning's covering his tracks or someone else's.
This makes no sense.
All 20 keys are here, including Hanning's.
[Key clinks on desktop.]
How long has Hanning been a member of the Blind Bowlers? Five years.
Does this keep look like it has five years' mileage on it? Need more than a brand-new key to arrest his ass.
I have an idea.
Help me.
Wait a minute.
I've seen him in here before.
When's the last time he was in? Maybe, what, three, four days ago? He pays for a lot of privates.
I danced for him a couple times, but he was sweet on Candy's cherry pop.
Did Candy ever turn him down, seem nervous around him? No.
No, she liked the attention.
But when she was busy, especially with Barcelli, he'd get irritated and leave.
Barcelli? Was Hanning a part of Barcelli's crew of cops that came through here? Yeah, but most times he'd just wait till Barcelli left and then shuffle to the stage and plunk down cash for Candy to work the pole.
Was Candy with Barcelli before she left the other night? Uh, yeah, but it was weird.
They were in the corner, talking, and Barcelli's not big on conversation.
Hey, see you later.
What the hell is going on? We have a warrant to search your vehicle.
- What for? - Just pop the trunk.
You want my trunk open, you call my Lieutenant.
In fact, I'll call him myself.
Please do.
We'll wait.
There.
Thanks for your time, Detective.
Wait.
I think we'll take that Lieutenant's number now.
Hey.
- We need to talk.
- No, we don't.
You can't ignore me forever.
Yeah, well, I can try.
Richie, who I see is none-- "See"? Really? That's what you're gonna call it? Okay, you need to stop acting like some sort of Saint, because I know your past.
You were a dog and I never once judged you for it.
I didn't sleep with your partner.
You slept with my best friend in high school.
- Debbie told you that? - Yeah.
Well, you know what? It's different.
Oh, right.
Because you're a guy? No, because I was in high school.
You're 30 years old.
It doesn't change the fact that I didn't judge you.
I didn't feel what Brody and I were was something you needed to know about.
I didn't want to make it complicated.
Abby, Brody's my partner.
He's got my back.
You're my sister.
I care about you.
I mean, those facts alone make it complicated.
Look, I'm not sorry I slept with Brody, but I am sorry I kept it from you.
I don't know what else to say.
Are we gonna get past this? [Sighs.]
Yeah, probably.
But just don't ever lie to me again, okay? Well, I didn't really lie to you.
Abby.
What's going on? - Hanning's dead.
- What? What happened? Apparently he got shot trying to escape police custody.
He was cuffed.
How did he get away? The Lieutenant thinks it was a setup.
By who, Barcelli? It seems the two cops involved in the shooting have possible ties with Barcelli.
- Then let's get on it.
- No need.
Already sent Jones and Fash.
You two have done enough.
Just give me your report by the morning.
Great job, by the way.
[Exhales.]
So that's it? Yeah, we did our jobs.
- Hey, baby.
- Hi.
Whoa.
Brotha cleans up well, don't he? - This is a surprise.
- Yeah.
Well, I finished my report early and came over here to entice you to come home with me.
No enticement necessary.
I was just leaving.
We got the bad guy.
One of the bad guys.
Let it go, Abby.
You did good.
I'll see you in the morning.
- Quit--put this right there.
- I can't.
- You can.
- No.
Goldilocks, I heard you solved Candy's murder.
Good for you.
So, when did you become such a son of a bitch? See, my grandfather was a hard-ass, but he was a damn good cop, and there's no way he would have stood for the crap you pull so what made you turn? Move along, baby.
Seems Detective Kowalski and I have some business here.
I've been cleared of Candy's murder, so what is it you've still got stuck up your butt? We know Hanning was one of your guys.
He was my friend.
Did you have Hanning killed because he was screwing Candy behind your back or because he was stupid enough to have her killed in a houseful of cops? Both.
That's what you want me to say, right? But what evidence could you possibly have? My gut, and my gut says you sent Candy after Hanning's key.
Entrance to the cop house is generational or by invitation only.
I did a bit of digging, Bob, and you've been turned down twice in the last year.
That's got to hurt.
So what would I get by having that key? Plant a camera.
Catch a good cop doing bad.
That's how you get these cops under your thumb, isn't it? Get something on them, use it against them.
You're good, but eventually you're gonna make a mistake, and when you do, I will be there to nail your ass to the wall.
Consider me warned, Detective Kowalski.
[Knock on door.]
Hey.
- Hey.
- Everything okay? I came to apologize.
I never meant for this to ruin yours and Richie's partnership.
No, no, it's not your fault.
- Yes, it is.
It was my idea to keep it a secret, so-- He just needs some time to wrap his head around it.
And I'm just glad it's out in the open now.
We don't have to keep it a secret.
I mean, it's a good thing, right? I think we should take a break.
So this was never about Richie.
I mean, come on, Abby.
Be honest with me.
I was honest with you.
I said at the start I didn't want a relationship.
I know, you did.
Neither did I.
But things changed.
I want to take you on a date and give this thing a shot.
I mean, you already agreed.
Technically, I didn't.
Can I take a rain check? Okay.
I'm gonna hold you to it, though, Kowalski.
Oh, Mackie's good.
She's really good.
And she's gonna quit her day job.
Oh, I've been trying to get her to do that for years.
She spends one afternoon with you, she throws caution to the wind.
She's a good egg.
She thinks the same about you.
Mm-mm.
[Sighs.]
So, Brody, huh? Who told you? Your father.
- I'm sorry I didn't.
- Oh, honey, please.
Mothers and daughters don't tell each other every detail.
Especially about sex.
I know.
Still-- I was just happy to hear that you have a sex life.
- Mother! - What? Well, I mean, I'm just-- I'm just saying.
I-- You're terrible.
[Sighs.]
[Laughs.]