Low Winter Sun s01e02 Episode Script

1 Previously on Low Winter Sun No! No! - Who the hell is that? - Internal Affairs.
Which desk is Detective McCann's? This is Brendan's desk.
That is Brendan's partner.
Think McCann got cold feet.
After six months of paying him off, he better hope not.
They found Brendan's car Definitely Brendan.
You knew he'd give you up because you're as dirty as he is.
This is yours.
I'm not gonna trust it with anybody else.
You know who that belongs to? It had to be done.
There's somebody in the trunk! DPD won't even pay overtime and the local news hacks have a damn helicopter.
- The tent's bound to piss them off.
- Any idea who leaked? Uniforms, Chief's people, Dispatch, Mayor's Office - We work at the bottom of the sieve.
- What are we looking at? My expert opinion, I'd say it's a homicide.
Definitely postmortem.
The cuts are crude, so probably done by hand, nothing mechanical.
It was a hacksaw.
Cuts are about a quarter inch deep, but jagged.
They start and stop, but there's no hesitation marks.
See here? Flesh has been ripped over and over.
Musta taken at least a half hour.
Whoever did this they got tired.
ME's on their way.
He's gonna travel with the body.
Have Uniforms impound the car.
Dani, I want you to conduct a neighborhood canvass.
I'll call the station, have everybody join us at Brendan's.
There's a lot of press out there, let's make sure we're on the same page.
You know the drill, people.
"This is an ongoing investigation.
We can't comment at this time," et cetera, et cetera.
This is a grade A goat rodeo.
Stonewall, keep moving.
What if they ask about Brendan? You say, "He was a good cop and he'll be missed.
" You know, lie.
Hey, none of us are operating on much sleep.
We're gonna snap at each other.
Just hang in.
Don't take anything personally and we'll ride this out together, okay? It's an ongoing investigation.
All I can say is he was a good cop and he will be missed.
Tell me who that piece of meat back there is.
How the hell should I know? Hey.
You two drove together? No, separate.
I wanna know everything about you.
No, you don't.
- I can't let you in there.
- Please, for both of our sakes, spare us the jurisdictional bluster.
You're welcome to stay out here.
Do you duck hunt, Detective Agnew? - What did you say? - Duck hunt.
You know, mallards, pintails, gadwalls.
It's my hobby.
It relaxes me.
- Good for you.
- I have an open investigation.
Do ya? See, 'cause all I see is a corruption case against a cop who is no longer with us.
This ends with me in that house.
You wanna climb over me and talk to the Chief, be my guest.
But until I get word from on high, this is Frank's show.
What he says goes.
- You need to go home.
- Yeah.
Home.
What are you playing at, Frank? You're too close.
He was my partner.
Go home, change your clothes, take a nap, whatever you gotta do.
You look like shit.
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 Thanks for having my back with Boyd.
Are you kidding? Self-righteous, gel-using bitch.
So How long you gonna let Joe cool his heels? At least long enough to know what the hell Brendan was into.
How much do you think this place cost? I don't know.
150, 175.
Hey, sorry I was a pain in the ass back at the scene.
- The fight you saw, me and Joe in the car-- - Forget about it.
I accused him of being dirty.
He got pissed, so I got pissed.
All right, until we figure out what the old man knows, everyone's gonna need to be strapped at all times.
Is there a problem? It's a lot of coke, yo.
Explain to me why that's a bad thing.
It's just-- we can't move it in Greektown, right? Or Skelos is gonna know we hit him.
Which is why we're gonna run it outta the new operation.
McCann's dead, man.
We got no protection there.
I know.
I'm working on that.
Thanks, babe.
Michael, talk.
- I got your back.
- Mm.
Yeah, I'm really feeling that.
Jesus, Damon, we killed a guy.
No, we didn't do shit.
Okay, fine.
The coke This volume, we're talking mandatory 10-15.
Plus, Skelos is out there.
I say we dig a hole, dump the shit in.
Six months.
Play it safe.
No, I'm not gonna start hustling backwards.
Maya, what do you think? I think six months ago, you all were scrapping copper.
And now Damon has you sitting here with 200 G worth of coke in your lap and you're acting like it's a problem instead of the first good thing this city's doled out since you got hand jobs after the Dream Cruise.
You let me know if you want another round.
Hey.
Those are the same clothes you had on yesterday.
We're not gonna have this conversation, ma.
- Well, I ain't one to judge.
- Huh.
It's not even what you think, anyway.
Just gonna get cleaned up and then head back to work.
Okay, ma, you have that.
Make you a patty melt.
Nope, don't have the time.
It's just a patty melt.
How much time could it take? Ma, taking a leak here.
They work you too hard.
"I raise my eyes toward the mountains.
From whence shall come my help?" This is a Baptist house.
Don't be putting that Catholic spin on that psalm.
"My help comes from the Lord, the maker of Heaven and Earth.
He shall not allow your foot to slip or your guardian to sleep.
" And just for the record, this here is my house.
You should be running that department by now.
I'm just saying.
Brendan's dead.
Oh, my Jesus, what? So I gotta get back.
I will call you when I can.
I promise.
- I love you.
- I love you, too.
Oh, my Jesus.
You're not seriously buying Boyd's determined suicide BS, are you? I don't know.
If it was me and I was this bent, maybe killing myself would be a good way out.
So he cuts off a guy's head, hands, and feet.
And then the lazy, fat prick decides, "What the hell? I'm gonna stuff his body in the trunk.
And guess what, I'll drive over to the river, cuff my hands to the wheel, and maybe drive on in.
" You know, Boyd tried to let me know he could wait us out by professing his deep love of duck hunting.
Duck hunting? Boyd? - So he says.
- No shit? Oh, Jesus.
Right? Hi, Brendan.
It's Katia.
Yes.
Frank, you gotta come see this.
I'm just finishing a call.
Hi, Brendan.
It's Katia.
Yes.
Forget Pacquiao, man, the guy who's gonna clean Mayweather's clock, - my boy Canelo Alvarez.
- Thanks for the call.
Let's get to the question all of Michigan wants to know-- When is Andre Direll gonna fight again? Direll? Never.
What did he do with her body? I don't know.
Saw him shoot her.
Didn't see him cut her up.
Here you go, man.
That's not right.
I told you I wasn't giving you no money per pound.
I'm paying you for the time, straight up.
Are you jerking me off? It's five bucks an hour.
I don't like people jerking me off.
Look, man, I don't know what your problem is.
There's 15 bucks there.
- I came in at 2:00, I tore those pipes out.
- Okay.
- That's three and a half hours.
- Right.
Three and a half at five bucks an hour that's 17.
50.
Just take the cash, man.
- I came in at 2:00.
- I heard you.
I tore those pipes out, man.
Easy, crazy.
It's 15 bucks, straight up.
Take it or leave it.
Oh, sorry.
Warpath alert.
Where the hell have you been? I was draggin'.
I stopped for a Coney.
You want me not to eat? - Chief already called for an update three times.
- Interim Chief.
He's with me on this suicide thing feeling like a load of crap.
All I can do is work the case.
Poor bastard.
You have yourself a murdered cop, it's a righteous crusade, right? You have yourself a cop who chopped up some son of a bitch and then offed himself, you get coffee and cake for your early retirement.
You gonna talk to Frank about putting you back in the game? No, he was right.
I just needed a minute to settle myself, right? Deep breaths, you know? And by the way, Chief also said that IA have traction.
Boyd will be at that autopsy.
- Really? - I can't fight it.
Homicide.
Yup.
Okay.
How many? Got it.
Got a body off Van Dyke.
Take Hernandez.
- Geddes.
- Yeah? You go, too.
Leave me the address.
I'll have to meet you there.
It's right here.
Coffee.
Take my money.
This is not on the house.
You need to lose this number.
You know McCann and I did business.
Hey, I know you.
I'm just checking to see if you have any suspects.
- Hey, you used to be-- - Yeah.
Yeah? Yeah.
I wanna make myself real clear.
Do not call me.
You do not know me.
Was it Skelos? - We're through.
- Hey, listen.
McCann and I had a deal, all right? Everything that he needed to put away Skelos, everything.
Now, I'm offering the same to you.
You know they'd make a hero out of you.
Did you not hear me? Am I failing to project my voice adequately into this situation? 'Cause I believe I said that you do not know me.
You call me again, they will find your oily ass at the bottom of the Rouge river.
Pigs.
I hear the Chief wants you to stay in the loop.
He's a stickler, our boss.
Hmm.
Let's get to work.
- Frank.
- Leo.
Either of you want a mask? They're both plenty ripe.
No.
If there are no objections, I'll start with Detective McCann.
Uniform says he called the Coroner's Office an hour ago.
They're stretched.
Okay.
I'll wait with the body for 'em.
Start a canvass.
When Joe gets here, I'll send him your way.
Dogs didn't waste much time on him, huh? Yeah.
Think the dogs stole his shoes, too? Electricity's on.
- Pulling it from a liquor store on the corner.
- How 'bout clean water? These aren't hood rats we're running.
I'm making promises.
I got it tapped.
I'm not sure about a gas line, though.
Look, I shouldn't have popped off before.
I was just trying to do you right.
If we're not gonna have a cop watching our backs, we're gonna need at least a two-block perimeter.
Nobody parks here, nobody parks there.
Figure we'd keep Gus out front.
- Tell 'em to park and walk? - Is there anybody working the blocks nearby that might not want to see a blind pig up and running? No, it's in no-man's-land.
That's the point, right? As long as we don't push west of Woodward.
That's all Reverend Lowdown's.
- Something's bothering you.
- There's no hematoma.
Fairly extensive tissue damage from the fracture, but barely any internal bleeding.
Why's that a problem? Well, if he was fighting to get free, there should be more internal bleeding after the wrist broke.
- Even if he wanted to die? - You can't help it.
Last seconds, water floods the lungs, you struggle like a lunatic.
Every last one of us.
We all go out like a bitch.
Hey, Leo.
What the hell are you doing? I'm not sitting on the bench, that's for damn sure.
- Dawson put you on a case.
- Right.
Let me solve that for him.
Trap house, East Side-- I'm detecting a drug murder.
Suspect's a black male, late teens to 20s.
Let's call the "Free Press," make sure they put the word out.
I've been with Brendan for four years, okay? I for one admire your diligence.
Especially considering you didn't even like him.
I don't like you, either.
Doesn't mean I want you dead.
Catch me up.
Cause of death was definitely drowning, but this wrist is messing me up.
Walk us through.
Well, if he broke it struggling, it means he was alive when it broke.
He should have bled internally, but there's zero lividity and no hematoma.
This happened postmortem.
There's a lot of, uh, freighter traffic up on the river up there.
Currents kick up.
If the car's underwater and Brendan's cuffed in tight, if a tanker sailed by, could it jostle him enough to snap his wrist? I'd say so.
Absolutely.
- What about the water in his lungs? - What about it? You haven't tested it.
Does it match against the river? - It might take some time.
- Of course.
As much as you need.
No one? All right, well, I could use a hand.
What do you mean? Where's Joe? The man's got his own compass.
Jesus.
Like the rest of us don't want to be out working Brendan's murder.
Yeah, well, Chaldean's playing "No speaking English" in the corner store, so Okay.
Looking for the owner.
Sir, my name is Danya Kahlil.
I'm investigating a murder in your neighborhood.
We find that a lot of times, people in your job, they hear things.
It would just be easier if you spoke English so we can both talk to you.
Excuse me? Sir, I'm a police officer.
I'd appreciate it if you look at me.
I'll be back in a day or two.
How much longer do you think it'll take? A week, maybe.
If I get bodies.
We're gonna need to boost a fryer if we're gonna start laying out chicken dinners, too.
I got the back set up for it.
- How many rooms for girls? - Seven upstairs, but they're big.
A little drywall, we could make 12.
What's that 25 per head.
75 a lay.
Three nights a week plus double the weekly take on coke and dope, we're talking 20 Gs a week.
Minimum.
You're gonna have the money and juice to do whatever you want.
Hey, I'll be out in a minute.
Hey, you wanna break the place in? Huh? You know, Michael's not wrong.
We're vulnerable.
Really? Come on, screw Skelos, okay? If that old man had any game left, there's no way I would have been able to steal McCann from him.
- I'm not talking about Skelos.
- Yeah, well, I am.
And he's not a problem, all right? So come here.
I have no issue with what you had to do, but we can't go firing a gun at every problem.
I fired one.
It's a black man's town.
I know that.
You haven't talked about it.
Didn't feel like anything.
- Okay? - Yeah, okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.
You're gonna love this.
The water in Brendan's lungs was chlorinated.
- Definitely not the river? - Not a chance in hell.
Brendan McCann drowned in good, old-fashioned Detroit tap water.
You got yourself a murder.
That's great work, Leo.
That's, um first-rate.
Kahlil.
Yeah.
Perfect.
Thank you.
- I heard the good news.
- Two more unsolved murders.
Now we just gotta find out who the hell "Headless" is.
Boyd's still with the ME.
He's got a real hard-on for that corpse.
Good.
Maybe he can find us a crime scene.
I'll take a run through Brendan's old cases.
See if anyone stands out who might hold a grudge.
- Really? - What? That's what you're gonna do because I've got at least a day's worth of canvassing left for you.
Don't start with me.
Me? I'm sorry.
You're not the one who got stranded in a trap house with a body that got used for dog food.
Wouldn't mess with girlfriend here.
You should have seen her out there.
- I don't care about your drug murder.
- Clearly.
And you don't get to question my judgment.
Everybody, knock it off.
You and me, we gonna talk tomorrow.
Everybody else, remember what Frank said earlier.
This is not the time to be pissing on each other.
We're all feeling this.
Knock off and get some sleep.
We'll hit it tomorrow.
Hey, babe, another Hennessy.
Mm.
Four.
Damn.
Now that's an ass.
Hey, I ain't gonna tell you again! Just keep your hands at your sides.
Do we go to the door? We won't have to.
Open the bag, man.
- So you wanna talk with Reverend Lowdown.
- Yup.
Hey, everybody, put your valuables away.
The white folks is here.
A little business.
Poppa T tells me you wanna speak about some business.
We're planning on opening up a small spot, East Side, but we wanna make sure that there are no misunderstandings.
We're not trying to inch in on your territory.
You don't wanna get stepped on.
It's a small shop.
I look at you and you know what I see? A couple of skinny white boys playing gangster, saying they wanna open a blind pig.
But Poppa T here also tells me you operate outta Greektown.
- That's right.
- So you're rolling with the good graces of Mr.
Skelos.
Hey, sweetheart, look how beautiful.
You have yourself kids? My wife does.
They're a damn blessing.
- So we can't have that around the little ones.
- Understood.
So how often can you show this kind of appreciation? - This is a one-time deal.
- Uh-huh.
They're a small shop.
So you're gonna serve yourself up some chicken dinners? - Yeah.
- Yeah.
Some drug, a little drink.
How about big women? You got any big women? - A few.
- A few.
That's cool, 'cause I like big women.
Listen, your crew They're welcome anytime, okay? VIP treatment.
If I let you operate at all.
Pay your taxes, I'll keep the willies off you.
And you will pay your taxes.
Thank you.
Ribs up, fam.
Oh! If this is official, he can invoke his Garrity rights.
- That's premature.
- Close the door.
We have a positive ID on our headless victim.
We got no fingerprints, we got no dental.
What we have instead is a positive DNA match.
Our labs can't process that quick.
They can if you ask for a targeted search.
Okay.
Who the hell is Anton Bobek? He's Lieutenant Boyd's Confidential Informant in this case on Brendan McCann.
Why the talk of Garrity rights? If Joe Geddes is under IA's microscope, he has the right to invoke.
I thought Joe wasn't part of the investigation.
As far as I'm concerned, Joe Geddes is the investigation.
Whoa.
Is she alive? Put that thing down.
Where is she? You're on some very dangerous ground here, my brother.
Take your gun off real slow.
Lay it down.
You need to think long and hard about what you're doing here.
- Uh-huh.
- You and me we're married, Frank.
For better or for worse.
We're all each other's got.
Hey, are you crazy?! No marks, right? Is that how you do it? You tell me where she is.
I told you She's dead.
This blood here.
This blood, okay? Whose is it? If I test this blood, who am I gonna find, huh? - I told you Brendan told me-- - It's Katia's, huh? Not Boyd's witness against you and Brendan? 'Cause he knows who the body in the trunk is.
The guy you know nothing about.
The guy somebody carved up with a hacksaw.
Where are you going? I'm not finished with you yet.
Come on.
Come on.
Tell me where she is.
You tell me where she is or I will end you.
Okay, okay.
Brendan said he had a plan to get himself clean.
He said if he went down, I went down.
But I didn't know what he was gonna do.
Was Katia here? Brendan needed someplace to lure the witness.
- Why her? - Because she was a whore, Frank.
She didn't have a choice.
Brendan said he needed to talk to the guy.
He said she'd trust him because of you.
- Huh.
- Frank.
He owned me.
He put-- he put a gun in my mouth.
And you know Brendan, he would've killed me without blinking.
Where the hell was your gun, huh? You know I couldn't have pulled that trigger.
Where is she? I don't know.
And that's the God's honest truth.
Did Brendan kill her? I saved her life.
- What? - I'm telling you straight.
- No, don't.
- It's the truth.
I swear, I saved her.
- He put a gun in my mouth - Don't.
- and he wanted to do it and I stopped him.
- Don't.
- You shut up.
- And then he put the gun to her head - and he was gonna do it.
- You shut up! - He was gonna kill her, Frank! - You shut up! - Shut up! Shut up! - I'm talking gospel here! Brendan was out of his mind on coke.
- He killed the witness.
- Shut up! I swear, I saved her life! I swear that on my mother's life! I know you cared about her, so I couldn't let her die.
On my mama, I saved her life.
Where is she? I don't know.
I drove her across the border to Windsor.
She had a phone number.
I watched her get into a car.
- Where? - Oh, you don't get it, do you? She's gone.
- Who was driving? - I don't know, I didn't see him.
I don't have a name and I don't have a number.
Now you need to listen to me real good, Frank.
She is gone.
Same people who brought her here, they can make folk disappear.
She is in another hemisphere by now.
And if you go looking-- if you go looking for her, it is only gonna blow back on us.
Now you tell me that you understand me.
Get your ass up.
won't find out it's too late now our acid love our dying sun