No!
No! Put him down!
No!
Mommy, mommy.
Listen to me!
Please... my baby!
Police. I'm police...
Mr. Dowd was pronounced dead on arrival, Detroit Sinai.
Perforated cranial pan, projectile fragmentation frontal lobe.
Now, the woman, Jenine Miller, she subsequently lost the child.
Uterine damage, hemorrhaging on admittance.
Infant died due to blood loss suffered by the mother...
hospital records indicate acute fetal trauma, gunshot wound.
This material was covered some months ago.
Why is it being brought up again?
Have you had contact with Miss Miller?
- I've spoken to her, yes. - On what occasion did you speak...
with Miss Miller and what prompted the conversation?
That's a personal...
Do you think, in retrospect, acting, perhaps, less aggressively...
- this might have been prevented? - What might have been prevented?
The infant's death.
That's very dangerous. You know that?
- Hungry? - Your foot... toe cheese.
- I'll bite it off. - He's gonna wake up.
If the smell didn't wake him up already, he's out.
- You like that smell. - Yeah.
- So. - So, what?
- So, how did it go? - It went.
Yeah.
- What can I say? - What did you say?
What do you think? Ma'am, let me just, uh...
- Sorry. Your name again? - Liz Detmer.
Right, Ms Detmer, my duty assignment was solely...
undercover narcotic work. Do you have any idea what that entails?
I have a general idea, yes.
OK. Well, then, Ms Detmer, you don't know what you're talking about.
Expect to come out with this "glad to be here" bullshit.
- Head hung low, hat in hand. - That's ridiculous.
Well, I'm not gonna forget.
It's all what they say.
Then I don't understand why, you know, you went and talked to them.
Cause they asked.
Mr. Tellis, that's not necessary.
If you haven't seen what I've seen or done what I've done...
you don't know where I'm coming from.
I am not an officer of the law, Mr. Tellis, and therefore...
I have no formal training, but I would expect someone that...
did would, perhaps, behave judiciously...
exercising discretion and restraint in necessary quantities...
Jesus Christ, lady, look, we can do this all God damned day.
You want to assess all this blame, I'm gonna call you on it.
So what is this? I can make it very simple. You want to talk, I'll talk.
I have no problem with that. But if this becomes some half-ass ambush...
and you're putting me under the lamp, I will walk. Now.
Are you familiar with the Michael Calvess case?
Yes.
He was murdered.
Yes, I'm aware of that.
This investigation, which you may or may not know...
has stretched over 60 days...
and failed to produce any tangible or yield a single suspect.
It has not deterred or diminished our efforts to apprehend and...
punish those responsible.
Throughout your undercover stint, you maintained prolonged contact...
with the city's drug element. Would that be an accurate statement?
- I had some relationships. - Is it fair to say, given your...
rather abrupt discharge from the ranks 18 months ago, that...
your cover in those contacts might remain intact?
We feel that your presence in this investigation would be invaluable...
and would warrant complete reinstatement.
Homicide Division, detective grade.
When the suspects are caught and charged and a verdict rendered...
you would be eligible for the assignment of your choosing...
commensurate to sentencing.
No.
I'm sorry.
I'm not interested.
Bear in mind, Mr. Tellis, if I may be so bold that...
career opportunities in law enforcement...
What a waste of time that was.
Tellis.
Captain Mitchell Cheevers. Thanks for coming down.
Oh, sure.
Listen, I want to apologize for in there.
They get paid to put people on the spot.
- They made their money today. - Hold on.
You gonna make me fucking chase you, come on. Give me ten seconds.
Go ahead.
Calvess was a cop.
- Okay, he didn't deserve this. - Nobody does.
Fine. Help me out. Come on, help me catch these motherfuckers.
Just come down here. Just look at the files would you? Help me out.
I think that's ten. Time's up.
For who? What the fuck else are you gonna do?
They offering you something?
They asked me to look at some files.
Shit.
- I swear to God. - Files? Why?
Cause they got a dead cop and dead ends and they're reaching.
This welfare, pension bullshit is not gonna cut it.
I know. You just do something else then.
What?
- I do something else? - Yeah.
Okay.
What would that be?
NARC
Hey, Sergeant, has Michael Calvess' personal effects cleared yet?
Yeah!
J. PATRIC Enter
Lieutenant Oak, per departmental mandate, is restricted...
from participating in the Calvess investigation any further.
That's the log line and that's the way it's been worded to me.
- Why is that? - Well. He and Calvess were close.
He had been on collateral narcotic investigations for over a year.
He was the first in the tunnel that day. He discovered the body.
I like him. I do. He's got a 93 percent conviction rate.
He's swinging a big stick.
He makes solid collars that make solid cases.
But, between you and me, he's not stable.
He's all that shit a cop just cannot be. Not right now.
Not in this city. Not in this department.
We're talking about a marked man.
I swear to fucking God I...
...for beating on your wife and kids. You're fucking dead.
Get off me. Get the fuck off me! Get off!
What the fuck. Go get this piece of shit out of here.
I've been listening, Captain. We can both sit here and say...
...or we can assume that he's adhering to this department ban.
You're a smart guy. You know that's bullshit.
- I would hope so. - Yes, but, again...
it's only a matter of time before I.A. D...
brings down an indictment on him.
Listen, do yourself a favor concerning Oak.
I would just blow out all this bullshit code of conduct...
and ethics inquiry and hinge this whole thing on his involvement.
No. Would that be up to and including your own involvement?
I don't understand.
Nick...
if I go to bat for him, I'm gonna have to do it contingent on you...
being his partner for the duration.
- The duration of what? - The duration of the investigation.
You asked me to read some files, I did.
The tale of the tape is and this is nothing you don't already know.
Is that your best shot at breaking this is bringing him back on...
- go off the work he's already done. - I don't want to waste more time.
Do you want on this case roster, yes or no.
I'm not looking for an active assignment.
I want a paycheck. This three- quarters is not cutting this shit.
I don't wanna be with some guy playing nine-ball on...
some perp's skull.
I'll tell you that.
I want a desk.
I need a desk.
Fine. Get me a conviction, I'll get you a desk.
Like that?
Just like that.
I'm gonna get some coffee.
You must be somebody something special.
- No, not really. - No, not really?
Getting them to reassign me to a case that I've been so resoundly...
removed from. You gotta admit that takes some people to pull.
It's not what I did. It's what you did.
The work you put in.
They know they're better off with you than without you.
I'm just gonna say this, all right. I don't know you...
so I refuse to fuck around with you anymore than I have to.
Internal Affairs set you up with this?
No.
No? Fringe ex-cop fallen out of favor looking to get back...
behind a badge? They got files three feet think on guys like you.
They bunted you on a reflex.
Probably. But I'm telling you the truth.
You weren't approach or asked in any way to keep tabs on me for I.A.?
No, I was not.
I don't blame you for asking.
You don't do what I did and just waltz back in.
What does that tell you?
That tells me that this investigation is running on fumes.
Don't get confused thinking that this is about Calvess.
- I know it's not. - This all politics.
This is a political appointment. It is referendum. It's a squashing...
a race riot. You think those assholes give a shit and a shake...
about Michael Calvess? They didn't know him. They don't care about him.
And they can't forget about him fast enough.
The only thing you need to know about me...
that I'm gonna bag the motherfuckers that killed Mike.
If that means breaking every point of procedure then they're broke.
His life was worth a little bit more than a wreath and a rifle salute.
Understand? That's just me. What about you?
What about me?
Why are you coming back to this shit? Cops die daily. They die bad.
What makes Mike the exception?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Just something to do?
Something.
I know what time it is, but you can still give me a kiss.
Audrey, I don't want to get into this with you right now.
I just wanna go to sleep. I just want to lay down next to you...
and go right to sleep. You want to kick my ass all over...
in the morning that's... that's fine, but I just wanna...
I'm fucking beat, man.
Hi, did you ever see these guys.
Jimmy Fredericks. It was his street name. He'd be dirty...
Wait. What are you jumping up and down for? What's the matter?
- Cold man. - Shut up! Hey! Is it tougher?
Speak English will you? You're in America, speak English.
You remember a guy named Jimmy Springs?
You seen this guy? Street name was Jimmy Fredericks.
A guy named Jimmy Fredericks.
What's his street name?
That's his name. Jimmy Fredericks. Sometimes go by Calvess, no?
- Nothing? - Nothing.
Sure about that?
I wanna ask you about a cat named Jimmy Fredericks used to hang...
around here.
I don't know that guy.
I want to ask you a question about a guy. A guy named Jimmy Fredericks.
No, I don't remember him. No.
- No. - You're sure?
- Never seen him around here before. - No.
Ask you a couple of questions.
A guy named Jimmy Fredericks.
Are you hurt right now? Listen to me. Jimmy Fredericks.
Never seen him. Never seen this guy.
Know a guy named Calvess?
Accuses her of sleeping around. She denies it.
He grabs an aerosol can and some matches and lights her head up.
So he mentions this Jimmy Fredericks and Cheevers told us to route...
- this through you. - And what's he saying.
He claims he used to snitch for him. Says he'll trade...
what he has to say for some type of sentence reduction.
We can't do that. We're not gonna do that.
Well, we got him cuffed up there. But he's got no pants on.
Tried to get a pair on him, but the guy's fucking beserk.
All right. What's her name?
- Louisa... - What?
Louisa Nunez. That's all we could get out of her.
- They married? - Who knows?
Look what he fucking did to me!
Let go of me! Let go! Octavio, you're fucking dead!
I hate you! Fuck! Let go of me! Let the fuck go of me!
Right there to the left.
Have fun.
Seņor, itchy cock.
Why you saying, man? What that?
Looks like you got yourself a bad situation here.
What's your name, Octavio? That's it?
Go and firebug on your old lady's wig. What's all this drug stuff.
Did you see what she did to my fucking Jimmy?
What that puta bitch did to my shit.
She out there tossing her nasty snatch on the curb.
She come back here, poison pussy.
Now I can't hardly even walk around.
I can't have no fabrics on, nothing.
Look at it. Check it out. Check it out.
Okay, Hoss, let's just holster that up, okay?
Never seen no shit like that.
Black and blue.
I can't wear no drawers or shit.
I go to take a piss, piss don't even want to come out.
She fucking set fire to my dick, I'll burn her head down.
Great. You want to talk to us about a Michael Calvess?
Who?
Michael Calvess. You used to snitch for Michael Calvess...
his street name was Jimmy Fredericks. What can you tell us?
- Yeah, yeah, him. He dead, right? - That's right. He was killed.
Yeah, I seen that on TV, too. Yo, could I get a quick hit?
What did you say?
My cock is killing me, man.
Let me get a quick hit. A quick hit! I'll talk to you.
What?
I'll talk to you.
It's almost impossible you're this dumb. You're serious.
Yeah, just a quick one.
Please, bro.
Fucking junkies.
Who got a light. I used my last match on that bitch.
Yo, man, I know my ass is going to jail.
I ain't got no paper to post bail. I'm fucked. I'm fucked.
What it gonna matter, I hit this real quick.
It ain't gonna take time or no shit like that, right?
I'll hit this and I'll talk to you, guys. Come on.
Yo, my nerves, they're all like jingle jangle. Fuck!
You're gonna tell us everything?
- You sure? - Yeah.
Don't fuck with us.
Shit is fucking heaven dog.
All right, enough. We took care of you. Now talk to us about Calvess.
And knock that shit off, or else I'm gonna turn a hose on you.
- It hurts. - Stop picking at it then!
Now, Calvess, go! Talk to me.
I seen him over in Belle Isle a few months back.
- He be friend with my boy Leo Lee. - You know Leo Lee?
Yeah, you know him and shit?
Leonard Leflore is a punk. Narc used to run raids on his ass every...
other day. So what were they arguing about?
Some shit. Lee pinched on a buy. That dude Clavess got a bad temper.
Hey! Listen to me. Nobody gives a shit what you think you saw.
- Just tell us what happened. - I'm telling you.
I saw him spit on him.
I saw him walk away talking about nigger this, nigger that.
- Calvess? - Yeah, man.
- Don't be fucking with me. - I'm not.
This shit ain't talking too loud is it?
Yo, I swear that I saw him, man. They like scrapping and shit.
They like argue.
So. You could use that, man?
Fucking asshole, look what you fucking did to me!
Right bitch! And I'll burn you! Fuck you. I hate you.
Crotch rot, pussy stink. Fuck you! Puta susia.
- I love you, baby. Fuck! I love you! - Fuck you!
- That's a good woman. - What do you know about Leflore?
Cause his name doesn't do anything for me.
There's no mention of him in any of Mike's duty summaries.
There's no FI card on him.
He's a nickel-bagger. Ran across him maybe half a dozen times.
He's got two whole hobbies, ganja and guns.
Other than that, he's a fucking bore.
But I guarantee he's got outstanding warrants.
You want to run him?
Lay down on the floor, this is the police!
Sorry to make you... I couldn't get to Gabe's birthday party.
It just... I just had a lot of stuff.
Don't worry about it. We didn't miss you.
Thanks for the present anyway.
Nick Tellis this is a good friend, Art Harlan.
He works with the coroner's office.
So I hear your name on the call and this I have to see.
- What did you do, drown him? - This might have to do with Mike.
Calvess? I thought they were closing it out.
Not yet.
Okay, thanks guys. This is good. Rub-a-dub-dub.
Oh, he's been here for awhile.
How long do you think?
I'm guessing he's sitting in this, two, three weeks.
That long?
Oh, yeah, he's ripe.
Okay, subject has distended bloat, upper-lower torso...
clotting and hematomic discoloration.
Hello.
What is it?
Tooth.
Back molar.
Blasted it right out of his head.
Most of his mandible is shaterred along with the rest of...
the dental palette, so IDing him outright will be a little tricky.
Sorry.
What have you got there?
Looks like a Mossberg SG 6-shot. Don't know how he got this.
What? Why?
Cause it's tactical issue, Metro PD. SWAT team uses it.
It looks like the serial number's been filed down.
Let me see that.
It looks like our man opted out with it.
No question about that.
Oh, damn!
I don't know about that.
Not on purpose.
Why, what do you mean?
There's no firing pin mark on the casing.
Boy never even pulled the trigger.
So what do you think happened?
I'm stretching here, but, knowing old Leo...
I think maybe he was high out of his fucking mind.
Reaches for the bong, goes down, breaks.
His lazy ass is not getting out of this warm water, so...
he sees the gauge, maybe, and takes a little green bud...
decides to pop it in the breech...
fires it up, starts toking away...
forgets there's a shell in the pipe. Flame hits the firing cap...
That's beautiful. Bubble bath, ear full of tunes, smoking hubba...
and this is how the evening ends. Art.
That's fucking fantastic.
It still doesn't explain the Mossberg. How did he get that?
Well, if it is tactical ordinance, it could be an underground buy.
I mean, the armory has been broken into a few times.
Yeah, it could be. Or he could have known a cop.
Somebody who knew a cop.
What do you want to do about this?
Nothing. Just let Art finish up, recovery sweep through...
if they find something good, if they get a stolen weapons hit, great.
We came here to corroborate Ruiz' story...
which we obviously can't do. All right. It was all bullshit anyway.
- Hey, Art, I'll talk to you later. - Okie-doke.
I hear bubbles.
What are you guys doing? We had a deal I thought, you and me there.
So you want to talk about this now or do you want to wait or what?
I don't know.
Oh my God, what could we have to talk about?
You know what, I can't believe that you're out there again.
And don't say that you're not or give me any of that crap.
What are you talking about? There's hours involved. Sorry. There are.
- What do you want me to tell you? - Tell me who uttered that famous...
"this job will either burn you out or bury you." Remember saying that?
Yeah, it's Narcotics, Audrey. Fucking...
I'm just curious, how bad that you think that is was, huh?
Tell me what you remember cause I'll tell you what I remember.
Five months pregnant, being in a detox tank with you.
- Where is this coming from? - Not sleeping.
And watching you climb the walls. You remember that?
I'm a little late for bath time? Well, excuse me...
I've been giving one every day for seven months.
It's no big thing, like you can jump in and then jump out again.
It is a big thing, all right? A fucking big thing.
- It's two weeks work. - That's bullshit. That is...
That is bullshit. That's all you want me to think that it is.
The other day I asked why you wanted to do this...
you said that you didn't know. Well, I got news for you...
you need to know and you need to let me know, cause for the life...
of me I'm looking at you, holding your son and I can't understand you.
You understand?
I can't understand why you'd ever feel the need to go back to that.
Yeah, what if it was me who got wasted out there, Audrey?
- That wasn't you. - What if it was.
- That wasn't you. - What if it was?
There are other people aside from you, okay.
- You're a little... - You know, I got the feeling...
This kid beaten half-dead. I could have walked away. Anyone could've...
Instead... I took a gun and I blew half his head off, okay?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
You were right about the Mossberg.
Definitely, it's one of ours. Lab pulled partial prints off of it.
One set belonged to Leflore, the other belonged to Latroy Steeds.
They say he's got a bunch of drug shit. Did 30 days in Wayne County.
- Got out a week ago. - Do we know where he's at?
S-T-E-E-D-S. Larry, you're his parole officer. He hasn't...
- Not once? - We need an answer about that.
All right, let me know if he shows, okay?
He hasn't checked in once. Here, go on.
Let's sit on the house, see if he shows up. Come on, go, go, go.
How long have you been married, Nick?
Uh, about a year and a half.
Got any kids?
Yeah, one, I got a boy, big baby boy. Almost ten months.
That's nice.
How long you been with your wife?
I lost her. We were married just shy of sixteen years.
She had cancer.
- I didn't know. I'm sorry. - That's okay.
We were talking wives. You have one, I had one.
I been asked before. Be easier on people if I took my ring off, but...
And avoid these embarrassing little moments, but it's okay.
I like talking about her.
First detail I had was, was Vice.
I wanted Robbery-Homicide, but I caught Vice.
- I worked Vice. - I hated it. Just hated it.
I rode it to the seams hoping to leapfrog out of there, but, no good.
No dice.
I'd come home just in bad shape.
Pissed off.
That's when I first started getting an ulcer. Just miserable.
I'd lie down in her lap. She'd rub my head.
Some nights, she'd sing me to sleep.
I'd just lie there, staring at her.
It's still the best place I've ever been.
Tell you this much. I became a much better cop the day she died.
Any half-step, any hesitation I had about the job was gone.
I'd see a dead-bolted door, I'd break it down and be the first...
one in the room.
I started working joint task force, the head cracking, wrecking crew.
Zombie squad.
It was a diversion. It was to just keep from thinking about her.
I remember one night...
I went with the sheriffs on a warrant raid.
This dipshit was selling meth out of his apartment.
It was just a stop and pop. Broke down the door. Rousted the guy.
I was in one of the back rooms looking for junk.
And I hear something.
Turn around and see these, these eyes staring at me from a closet.
It was a little girl. A little ten-year-old girl, naked.
Shaking like a leaf, she was scared to death.
Her stepfather was temping her out for rent.
Wrapped her in my coat, carried her out to the squad car.
I went back and I beat that motherfucker half dead.
I thought of my wife. I thought of the baby we never had.
All the things about her that I hung on to.
This little girl being brutalized.
A girl being abused has got nothing to do with rules and regulations.
And everything to do with right and wrong.
It's the same thing with Calvess.
- Who is the Cookie Monster? - He loves cookies.
Cause every time in the morning, I want cookies for dessert.
- Gone, no cookies left. - No?
- None. - Cause he eats them all.
He eats cookies for breakfast, he eats cookies for dinner...
he eats cookies for lunch, he eats cookies for anything.
This one won't let me out of her sight.
She drags her dad's t-shirt around with her wherever she goes.
Can you say hi to the man?
Shy.
She's a little doll, though.
I want to thank you, Kathryn, for letting me come by.
Oh, it was not a problem. Thank you for bringing his things.
I wasn't too thrilled about going through them, but I'm glad...
you brought them.
I haven't seen some of these pictures for a long time.
You have to forgive me, cause I'm convinced that anyway I go about...
- this is the wrong way, so... - No, please.
I don't mind answering questions. Did you know Mike?
No, I didn't. I never got the chance to meet him. I wish I had.
I know his reputation, though.
But what I need to know more of, I think, what I'm lacking.
I worked undercover narcotics for 2 and a half years myself so...
I know that life can be very difficult. I know that it can be...
very problematic, especially with a... family.
You know, maybe I... Maybe not.
Baby you go check on your sister for mommy? Put your things here.
What are you asking me now?
Well, I know it's personal.
But did things at work adversely affect things here?
- Here at home. - No.
Did he tell you what it was that he was doing?
- Yes. - Did that seem to bother him?
- Did it bother you? - Yes, it did.
Well, there you have it.
You notice anything about his mood in the weeks before?
Anything strange about his behavior?
- No. - Did he mention any names?
Maybe there was some people that he was dealing with that came out.
No.
I remember the day that Mike was killed.
I was putting the girls to bed, and I heard a knock.
And when I opened the door...
Henry was standing there with tears in his eyes.
And I knew right away that he was gone.
And I remember running back to the girls' room...
And sitting on the edge of their bed and just...
Staring at them.
I needed to see his face.
Hi. Hi, come here you. How are you?
Give me a kiss. Where's my kiss?
I have someone here. He's been asking me questions about Mike.
What?
I need to talk to you outside right now.
I'll be right back okay?
What are you doing talking to her without me being here?
- I brought her husband's things over. - You questioned her. What for?
Is this mother-may-I?
And some of this doesn't extend to her. And don't get cute with me.
If you need to know what she said about anything case-related...
- you refer to the file. - I looked at them. They're thin.
What you don't do is talk to her without notifying me in advance.
- That's not the way we do things. - Why is that? What's the problem?
The problem is every question you asked her, she's already answered.
She's been badgered and bothered by cops and cop questions...
for two months now, and the biggest problem is her husband is dead.
- You understand? - I understand that.
Great. Don't let it happen again.
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It's a burn back; it's like table scrap junk that they stew...
in a free base and then shoot. That killed this guy I told you about.
I think he tried to sell the same shit to Calvess. Yeah?
- Tellis, this is mace in records. - Hey, what's going on?
I got this stuff. You're looking for maps or hits?
- No. How many hits? - I got 4 and they're vague.
- You got something to write with? - Yep, go.
All right. R. Evans, R. Moseley. G. G. Parks...
E. Schepps, the last one, he got brought in ten months ago.
- I got that. You got an address? - Yeah. Maps for the last guy?
4- 4- 3 Gratchit. Unit 2, I don't know how good it is...
- but that's last address we got. - That's good. I appreciate it.
They ran the comp through and about ten months ago an overdose was...
brought into the ER, and this guy, Schepps. Wait a minute.
Eugene Schepps, Jesus Christ, I know Eugene Schepps. I know this guy.
You left the door unlocked. You shouldn't. Anyone...
What the fuck y'all doing in my house, man?
No need to get up. We just...
- Hey, how's that? - My fucking eyes, man.
There you go.
A spicy little...
How are you, my man? Let me see. Take a fucking seat.
How you been, Deacon, good?
Jesus, do you still smoke the weed, Deacon. You still sniffing glue.
Isn't this shit dated, dog? Fucked with a bottle model glue a...
few years and sealed your sinuses shut. You had to have them drilled.
Do you remember that, back in the day. When you were still sucking...
back cans of hair spray? How're you making your paper these days.
Six months old. Tighten auto. You still stealing cars and...
- cutting them up or what, boss. - Now I know your snitching, man.
You're that motherfucker, Grimmy, Dirty Ed or some shit.
- Wrong answer. - Fuck that, I seen you man.
You were that motherfucker hanging around with Endo Joe and shit.
That's right. You know what happened to him, right?
- He up in Jackson, man. - No, no, no, he was.
See, he's dead now and he died talking shit to some Aryans...
so they peeled him back and they shanked his bitch ass 56 times.
We got a lot of pals like that, don't we, huh?
I have to ask you about another dead junky, named Dowd. You know him?
No? No? Are listening to me?
- Yeah, man. - No?
You see, I do. I know Dowd and I know Endo Joe.
I know what happened to that little punk you used roll with, Jay-reed.
I know your daddy nicknamed you Deacon, after Deacon Jones, cause
he had a little thing with him. You know why I know that don't you?
- How, man? - Cause I was and I still am a cop.
A fucking cop. You trying to tell me you a fucking cop?
If you a cop, why you ain't busting me back then?
Cause you're way to little to bust, acorn.
Fuck. You're forgetting that I used to smoke blunts with you.
I don't give a shit what you think. Doesn't matter to me in the least...
but I'm about to tell you what does matter and you're about to listen...
- like your life depended on it. - What the fuck, man?
A month ago, an undercover officer was murdered.
Pedestrian tunnel off of Houston and West Grand.
They beat him up; put a gun to his head and put a bullet through it.
I don't want hear any shit about what you don't know or...
what you didn't do, because we both know you ain't got the nut sack...
for something that size. So I'm positive you didn't kill him.
His name was Michael Calvess. Take a gander at that buddy.
Now hold on a minute, man.
Ya'll motherfuckers come up in my fucking crib and shit.
Wanna throw hot sauce and blind my ass and now you want me to help you?
Street name, Jimmy Fredericks. I know you know him.
Oh, my bet, my bet. I know this motherfucker.
I think I might have let him suck on my dick once or twice.
Come here! You wanna be bounced back to County, keep it up!
I'll have you wearing half shirts and halter tops...
braiding some nigger's hair. Piece of shit.
Oh, fuck man. Don't beat a man.
You gonna act like a punk, you're gonna played like one.
Listen, very, very carefully. They found smack at the murder scene.
A mean fucking mix. Now you took some of this exact same stuff...
about ten months and it nearly killed your dumb ass.
You don't the chemistry or the sense God gave goats...
which means you didn't do the cook. Now Dowd is dead, who sold to you?
- Whatever man. - You gonna tell us? No?
You're a real fucking smart ass, you know that?
We're tossing every inch of this place. Every inch!
What are you doing, man? What's going on, man?
Where is it?
Oh God. This must be one of those new refrigerator safes that lock...
you dumb fucks. What's all this, huh? What's all this, huh?
Oh, bagels and guns. What do you know?
Come on, man, fuck all this shit, man!
You're unbelievably so fucking dumb. Are you kidding me?
This is the last time I'm gonna ask you, who sold you? Who sold you?
It was fucking Darnell, man.
He's gotta shield.
You all right?
Let me see. Where are you hit in the neck?
Let's see. Let me call it in. I'll call the paramedics.
Hang in there. I'll be right back.
He didn't do it.
I don't know if you're not listening or you don't want to listen...
but he didn't do it.
What does that mean? What evidence? What?
That means we're closing it out.
There's absolutely no way that Shepps killed Calvess.
Now if you're closing because of that, you're way off.
Neither one of us believe that he did it.
He hadn't the balls to do this. He didn't have the capabilities.
He didn't have the cold blood. This guy did not do it.
And yet he had no compunction when faced with possible arrest...
about trying to kill both of you.
This is someone of questionable mental stability with a pronounced...
history of drug use.
That you can pin motive on. That can ride the rap after the fact...
cause this is what you're gonna do lieu of. You all are jazzed up...
because this piece of shit that we killed Shepps, was white.
So the racial card gets cooled and you can forget about the dead cop.
- That's what this is all about. - Henry ease off, all right.
We initiated and backed this effort from the very beginning.
But factually irrefutable is the following. You have a known criminal
with over 40 felony and misdemeanor offenses, with a drug tie linking...
him directly to Calvess and possession of stolen weapons...
narcotics, and identification belonging to another slain officer.
Richard Tekulve was stabbed to death three years ago.
And homicide got a confession and conviction out of that...
so that's irrelevant. What are you fucking bringing that into it for?
It still denotes illicit criminal activity.
Shepps came into possession of the ID as either a result of...
or anticipation in murder or through...
This guy was a 105 pounds soaking wet.
These injuries that Calvess sustained, they only could have...
come from two men of considerably more size and strength.
That's not even taking into account. Christ, there's no murder weapon.
What are we talking about here?
This matter is no longer mine.
You're serious?
It's the District Attorney's office; it's the Commissioner of Police.
- That is so fucked up. - Yes, it is fucked up.
This is so fucked up.
Are we done?
You're so wrong, pal. It's a bullshit.
I'm sorry, Nick.
I want you to stop now.
This is done.
It's not.
You know what, it has to be.
You know I wasn't happy and that was fine.
But this is where I hit the wall.
Cause I've seen you like this before.
I was willing to put myself through it, but I can't do it anymore.
We didn't get them. We didn't get the guys that did it.
We fucking...
...didn't do it...
cause we... I lost him. I lost him.
You know, you're running at this for all the wrong reasons.
What, you think catching him is gonna make you less like them.
Purified, just like Calvess. You know what, that's bullshit, Nick.
Cause that's not what he was. That's not what you are.
I love you. I do.
With everything that I am. But I'm still gonna leave.
Cause I can't be with you like this.
I'm not trying.
I'm done trying.
Look at this.
- Where did you get a warrant? - Friends where friends count.
I run that name that Deacon gave us, Darnell. This is what came back.
Darnell Berry, Big-D Love, possession, trafficking.
His last arrest was pulling a gun on an officer.
Look who he was booked with.
Eugene Deacon Shepps, Latroy Steeds.
Steeds or Berry were never questioned about Mike's murder.
They all used to work at Titan's Auto. It was closed down...
after a flood six months ago. I want to check this place out.
Hey!
Freeze!
Do not fucking move! Do not move!
Get down!
Fucking... tried to blow my head off.
Is this Darnell? Let me you see you! Let me fucking see you!
You don't know what the fucking shit to talk about.
Give me my lawyer! I don't see no badge, I don't see no warrant.
I'm Detective Lieutenant Henry Oak of the Detroit Metropolitan...
Police Department. This is Detective Sergeant Tellis.
We already know who you are, which is why we are here.
You've been hiding from us cause you killed a cop.
That cop's name was Michael Calvess. Jimmy Fredericks.
Now I'm going to give you the opportunity...
to come all the way clean on this and confess.
If you choose, in your limited wisdom, to fuck around with me...
force my hand, then you're both going out of here in a bag.
Fuck that! What you doing is illegal.
Give me my fucking phone call.
You're gonna need a lot more than a phone call.
You got a jacket on you. Multiple counts, assault B & E...
felony possession, grand theft fucking auto.
You add the murder of a decorated cop and you've officially fucked...
- yourself for life. - I didn't murder no fucking cop.
Enough.
I'm gonna toss this place. Is there anything you want to tell me?
Huh? No?
Fine.
This is next.
Whose ride is this? Is this yours? This must be your car, Darnell.
- This your car? Give me the keys. - Fuck this! I'll not give you them.
Say it again. Say fuck you again. Say fuck you again.
Say fuck you again to me. Your ride? Okay.
- What is this, man, take us in. - You're gonna fuck around with me?
No. No!
Lieutenant!
Oh, look at that.
What are you throwing a coup? You selling this to the Serbs?
Police issue.
That's from the impound. Let's hear it.
What you been doing? Uh, Holmes?
You been sneaking into the impound. You're in a lot of trouble.
This is it.
This is Calvess' gun.
This is Mike's gun.
What the fuck are you doing with a dead cop's gun?
Answer me. What are you doing with a dead cop's gun? Answer me!
Fuck that. I don't know nothing about no fucking dead cop's gun.
This is a police issue revolver that belongs to a slain officer.
- What are you doing with it? - That was not in there.
That fucking gun wasn't in there.
Shut up! What are doing with it, huh?
That's fucking bullshit. It's a throwaway.
- It's a what? - You planted that.
I planted it. Is that what you're saying? I planted it?
Look at the blood on the barrel.
Look at the dried blood on the trigger guard. Look at it!
Who fucking planted that, huh? Who planted that?
Who planted that? Listen to me. Listen to me. You two better...
get a fucking God damn groove going right here...
cause you're in a life and death struggle as of right fucking now.
- I want to talk to my lawyer! - What did you say?
- I want to talk to my lawyer. - There are no lawyers, dumb fuck.
It's just me and you and I am in your shit for the duration.
Come on, man, you know planted that shit.
Say one more fucking thing. Please say one more fucking thing. Please.
In the fucking trunk! No I didn't do it. In the trunk!
What did I tell you?
They get dumber every year. Okay, nice and easy, okay?
We'll get this over real quick. And you're gonna tell me, loud and...
clear, what happened.
Two months ago, a walking tunnel off of West Grand.
You found out there was an undercover cop in the group.
You confronted him. You overpowered him. And you beat him.
And you took his pistol off of him.
You took it. You pointed it in his skull.
You pulled the trigger and you killed him.
- He died instantly. - That's a fucking lie.
I lied? Remember Jimmy Fredericks. Remember Fredericks, look at him.
Look at him. Look at him. Look at him. Huh? Remember him?
- You fucking remember him? - He was a fucking junky, man.
What did you just say? He's what?
- Junky. - That's bullshit, Darnell.
Come on. We saw that motherfucker every day. 3 or 4 times a day.
That's fucking bullshit. You're fucking lying! You're lying!
You found out he was undercover. You tried to sell him a bad score...
hoping it'd kill him. He didn't use it, so you shot him.
So you're bullshit, you're dealing. Motherfuckers. Fuck you!
Where do you think we got them fucking cop guns from?
That motherfucker used to swipe that shit, sell it, and get high.
He was a cop! He was a cop you killed! He had a wife. He had kids.
No! Stop! No, not like this. No, stop!
We bring them in looking like this, civil liberty lawyers'll crucify us.
We put them under duress, this bust gets bounced at arraignment.
These two will color us Klan and they fucking walk.
They fucking walk for good. Okay? We're too close.
There's a kit in the car. We get it, we roll prints off the pistol.
All right? You grab it. I'm gonna get on the horn and call a wagon.
No! No, no, no. Don't call it in. We're gonna...
get the confessions on tape. Then we call it in.
I want some time alone with these two. Okay?
All right. Yeah, okay. Go grab the kit. All right?
We got conclusive guilt, the murder weapon. It's heavy for conviction.
I'll go upstairs; I'll bag whatever peripheral evidence I can find.
Let them get their fucking shit straight. Just for a minute.
This makes no sense to knuckle down on them right now.
A brief reprieve. All right? So suck it up.
Why you got to lock the door? Man, why you got to lock door? Shit.
- There's no fucking time. - Why things gonna get worse?
I wanna make some money for my kid, my daughter, you better tell her...
- Look me in the eyes. - I know you.
You that same fool killed Elvin, man.
- How do you know that? - How do you think?
Man, you think Calvess just blow his own game. Blow his own spot.
What the fuck are you talking about? What?
Who do think snitched you off to Dowd about being a fucking cop?
You think that shit fell out the fucking sky or something?
Come on, man, he came after you after Calvess told him you was 5-0.
He's a cop, he's a cop, he's one of me, man.
The fuck, you think we making this shit up for? Huh?
We ain't got nothing to gain from this shit. We both dead anyway.
Yo, man, y'all think Calvess is some kind of a fucking saint, man.
I got something about the furthest thing from that motherfucker.
That motherfucker.
Listen to me, we have seconds. Make every single one of them count.
Before he left, he yelled at you. You yelled back and you said...
he knew who killed Calvess. What does that mean?
That means that your fucking partner Oak is dirty man.
- He's fucking lying to you. - What did you say?
- He's lying to you. - He's lying to me?
- Yeah, he's lying. - What's he lying about?
He's lying about what went down in that tunnel, who killed that cop.
Just about everything. Why do you think we still up in here.
- It's cause he was dead. - He's where?
- Motherfucker. - In the tunnel.
That morning, Calvess came around.
He told about he wanted to get some get high. 6 o'clock in the morning.
We told him, you getting me up this early, this shit...
better be worth my while, better have some big money.
- You knew him by his real name. - He came off for a couple of weeks.
Said his name was some Fredericks something.
- Jimmy Fredericks. Yeah. Go. - Yeah, but he got strung out man.
Turned straight bitch. Blew his whole cover.
So you knew?
Everybody knew he was a cop, just like everybody know that you...
and a handful of motherfuckers was cops.
Oh, man. You know, he kept us out of his reports.
Tipped us off to who was getting fucking raided who was getting got.
- We kept him high. - You say he supplied you with IDs.
- He supplied you with police IDs. - All kinds of shit, man.
Badges, IDs, guns. Whenever he had no money, he'd come trade up shit.
That morning, what was his condition like that morning?
He wasn't looking so good, man. Talking all kind of crazy shit.
Hands looking all shaky. So we show up in the morning.
He got no money, nothing to trade. What the fuck was I supposed to do?
I told him to fuck off, man, I ain't giving him shit.
Before we know, this motherfucker starts straight tripping, man.
Talking about he gonna arrest us and take us in if we don't comp his ass.
Then Oak showed up.
- Where? - On the other side of the tunnel.
Did he say anything?
No, man. No. When we saw him, Calvess seen him at the same time.
This motherfucker just flipped. Talking about arresting us.
- He started reaching for his gun. - So what did you do?
I hit him, man.
Cause he's reaching for his gun, you hit him.
I ain't trying to get shot by nobody, specially no junky.
- All of sudden trying to be a cop. - So what then?
He fell. Latroy hit in his face once and then I kicked him again.
And then we ran. And then Oak started shooting.
The Lieutenant fired on you? How many times?
Three, four times.
Lieutenant fired on you three or four times, you didn't get hit?
Fucking quickly, tell me what happened then. Go.
When we was running, we heard Oak yelling at Calvess.
- What the fuck are you doing, Mike? - So he did it.
He did what?
That's when he killed him, man.
- What did you just say to me? - Fucking Calvess is a junky.
He blew his cover and Oak killed him.
Look me straight fucking in the face and say that to me? Huh?
You think he ain't capable of some shit like that?
You think he ain't got it in him? He come there, see his partner...
all strung out like that. That motherfucker just flipped out.
Do you guys think that this is my first fucking walk in the park?
Huh?
You cop selling to an officer, you cop assaulting an officer...
but now you won't cop to fucking killing one. Why?
Because you want to fucking spin some fucking bullshit...
cause you fucking wasted him. You fucking wasted him.
Yeah, what? It is over. It is fucking over!
Just because I gave you a fucking shot to set it straight, Darnell...
and you fucking pissed it away, both of you pissed it away.
So all this shit that's coming down, you brought all this on yourself.
You must be suspicious.
If you wasn't then why the fuck you locked the door, huh?
The only thing you need to know about me...
that I'm going to bag the motherfuckers that killed Mike.
Where we grow up, man, you kill a cop...
they will crown you King motherfucking Kong. You understand?
But there ain't nobody here talking about killing no cop.
Come here and try to fucking stick this shit to some niggers...
because he know that any time you stick some shit to some niggers,
it's gonna stay stuck.
Yo, when did you find that gun in there? Huh? That gun that Oak...
found, Calvess' gun. You the first one that looked in that trunk.
Did you see a brown bag in there with no gun?
- Oh, God. - No, you did not.
It came up when your back was turned. Don't you see?
Hey! Hey!
Tellis, open the God damned door.
Why don't you dust it for prints and we'll see...
whose prints come up off of there. I'll bet you all the...
prints that come up off of there belong to your man, Oak.
He planted it, man. He put it there.
You got ten fucking seconds, play this back, for the record now. Go.
God damn it! Open the door!
Hey, God...
Tellis!
What the fuck was going on in there? Why did you just lock me out?
I just asked you a question. What did you lock me out for?
Were you tailing Calvess the day he was killed?
- What? - You heard me.
Did he compromise his cover? And were you tailing him?
You talked to them after I left?
The Mossberg we got off Laflore, Tekulve's ID and badge.
You heard them.
They're claiming Calvess supplied them with stolen police issue...
to make junk buys. Can you explain that, cause I am having a hell of...
a lot of trouble figuring it out.
How long after I left did you let those liberal...
stirrings in you spill out all over the fucking floor?
From the position I'm in, I don't like where you're putting me in...
to ask these questions. Now, were you following him?
It's not an indictment if you did, but if you did I need to know that
and I need to know that now.
No. I was not tailing him.
But you were there before he died.
You were there before he died. Tell me that I'm wrong.
You want to fucking talk.
All right, we'll talk.
R. LIOTTA ENTER
Mike was making a bust that morning.
He had enough going against them to make an arrest.
He needed backup.
- Off roster. - Why?
Because he wanted to bring them on his own.
So I stayed back. I waited. And the buy went bad.
Then how come you couldn't identify those guys in there right away?
They shot him and ran.
They shot them or you shot them as they fled the scene.
What? What did they say to you?
The Lieutenant kill Calvess.
You must be out of your fucking mind.
As much as he meant to me, you call up my integrity.
My commitment to that kid!
You're gonna let these fucking low-life pieces of shit smear that.
We're bringing them, we're taking them in.
You're fucking with something you can't possibly understand.
- I'm taking them in. It's over now. - You're a fucking joke.
You know that. You're a fucking joke.
Your whole career's a fucking joke. A complete fucking washout.
You popped that needle freak in the park...
and in the process, you hit that woman with a stray bullet...
costing her a bouncing baby.
- Enough! - Fucking her up for life!
Enough! Stop! Shut the fuck up!
You're a lie. A fucking lie.
I got this from child welfare.
Kathryn Tunney, mother deceased. Was removed from the custody of...
her stepfather Myron Cobb, November 23, 1985. Declared ward of the state.
Placed with foster parents. Did you know that little girl?
I think you do.
I know you wanted to adopt her. She's been in and out of...
trouble for years, and in and out of foster homes.
A handful of arrests, mostly drug related. You had them all squashed.
You bailed her out of rehab lots of times.
When she was a minor, you needed a doctor to sign the release.
So who did it? Your old pal, Harlan.
Nick, this is a good friend of mine, Art Harlan.
He signed her out of all those clinics. See, I saw the signatures.
You made sure that Harlan was the active ME on the Calvess case.
- Didn't you? - There's been no connection to Mike.
Calvess? I thought we were closing it out.
So, he could doctor the autopsy, right?
Alter the lab reports, make them look clean.
Made Calvess look clean.
He's as dirty as you are.
A filthy, fucking needle-ridden junky.
And you fucking knew it, you motherfucker. You motherfucker.
I'm calling this in right now.
Your gun and your shield on the ground now.
I am so far from fucking with you.
You're putting a gun in my face. You're threatening my life.
I'm gonna take your life. Gun and shield on the ground now.
You're a fucking lie.
You just wanted me to back your bullshit.
Sell your story so you could railroad those pricks in there.
You pulled her out of all that shit, didn't you.
You just couldn't afford to break her heart again.
You just couldn't do it.
I get it, man. I get it. He was a fucking addict.
I mean, how long is it before he starts pimping around, right?
All hopeless, right? Everything he did was hopeless, didn't matter.
You just took this case so you could bury him. Oh Good. Yeah.
Kill me. Kill me just like you killed him.
Come on, buddy.
I'm going back in there and finish this up.
- Come on. - Go home.
This bullshit's over! You destroyed his life, his family...
you fucked it all up. So now...
you two are gonna tell me that you killed him.
He identified himself, he attempted to make an arrest...
you overpowered him and you shot him.
Say it! You say it and you get out of here.
You think I'm fucking with you?
You ready to talk? You ready to talk?
This is Calvess' gun. This is the gun that you used to kill him.
See the gun? Take it. Take it in your hands!
Grip his gun!
You are going to tell me calmly.
Remember, I got two bullets left. One for this head and one for this.
- You understand. - Drop your weapon!
- You killed Calvess! Say it! - I will shoot you where you stand.
I killed Calvess!
- Shut up! Shut up! Say it! - I killed Calvess.
Don't you leave this with me, Oak. Don't you do that.
I need to know, cause there was no bust.
You killed him. You were there to kill him. That's what you did.
You knew what he was. You knew what he was.
You planted the gun cause he was a junky.
I know you did and you killed him, but you gotta tell me why?
Look me in the eyes and tell me.
- They ruined him. - Who?
They made him a junky.
The department... takes everything.
The pension, everything and the family gets nothing.
Kathy gets nothing.
Why don't you tell me the truth, you tell me the fucking truth.
Look at me. Do not fucking go! Tell me!
Give me the gun!
What the fuck are you doing here, man?! Huh?
What're you doing here? What're you doing in here. I'm taking you out.
- I'm getting you help. - I don't want help.
You're not taking me anywhere! I'm not going out!
Look at me! Do you know what you're doing to Kathy?
What you're doing to the girls. You know what they mean to me...
you're fucking that up. You're pissing away your entire life, Mike.
I won't have it! I won't have it!
I heard about this and I fucking waited. I ignored it.
Why Kathy didn't tell me, I have no idea. But that's it. It's over.
I'm sorry I took so God damn long, but it's over.
Oh my God!
Oh my God, Mike.
Oh my God. Mike.
Jesus Christ.
Oh Mike, my God, I'm sorry. Oh my God, I'm sorry.