All language subtitles for Battle Creek s01e01 The Battle Creek Way.eng

("Flight of the Bumblebee" playing)

(parents speaking quietly)

(laughs softly)

Battle Creek Police.

That's perfect. Thank you.

It's blurry.

It's a phone... it doesn't
have an optical zoom.

It's blurry! It's useless!

- I'm gonna die because you guys...!
- Shh, come on, hey, hey.

- (door opens)
- DETECTIVE: Bingo. Camera.

I'm still gonna die.

You're not going to die, Teddy.

Dying was never an option.

Cooperate or go to jail;
that was the complete list.

He's psycho, man, he smokes
more meth than he sells.

- Uh, Russ?
- Yo?

Where'd you get this?

Oh, yeah, try not to tape over that.

Okay.

- (slamming)
- Hey, Font?

What's wrong with the wire?

Why isn't the red light coming on?

Who sells your equipment... Goodwill?

What are we gonna do, Russ? We
gotta be able to record this buy.

Oh, I know, I know, um...

Okay, um,

Teddy calls us from his phone
and he puts it on speaker.

Yeah, and as soon as a horn honks

anywhere within the block,
I get to get raped.

- We'll mute it.
- And just leave it on the table?

Tell him to speak loudly?

No, you cover it up.

Yeah, and tell him to yell?

You're done, man.

This is pathetic. You're done.

B to the O to the N-E-D!

Oh, Font, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Doesn't your sister live near here?

Yeah. Why?

Didn't she just have a baby?

Unbelievable.

- (crackling)
- TEDDY: Can you hear me?

(both laugh)

Of course you can't hear me.

I'm talking to myself and
I'm gonna get raped.

Here he comes, here he comes.

(dog barks in distance)

- (monitor crackles)
- TEDDY: Hey, buddy, what's up?

How you been?

Can't complain.

Yeah? Excellent.

How's, uh, how's tricks?

"How's tricks?"

MAN: You got my money?

Absolutely, right here.

You're welcome to count it, if you want.

Yeah, that's cool, go ahead and count it.

Cool.

(beeping, crackling)

What the hell was that?

What the hell was that?

I didn't hear anything.

Battery low? I put in new...

Our batteries?

(beeping)

Oh, God.

(beeping, crackling)

What the hell?

- You're wired?
- No!

Someone must have left it.

- Go!
- (horn honking)

I mean, what sort of idiotic
cops would use a baby...?

(horns honking, tires screeching)

Shoot him! Shoot him in the head!

Hold him back, hold him back.

(stun gun buzzes weakly)

Oh, geez.

(grunting)

(groans)

RUSS: Dear Lesley Stahl.

Knowing your show and its long history

of investigating injustice,

I believe I have a story

which will intrigue your viewers.

I write to you from
Battle Creek, Michigan,

a vibrant Midwestern city of 50,000.

I'm a senior detective with
the Battle Creek Police.

Damn it.

The fine men and women of my department...

Heroes all... are understaffed
and underfunded.

We are forced to make do with substandard

and out-of-date equipment.

Ms. Stahl,

I urge you to bring your 60
Minutes crew to Battle Creek.

I say this, dreading the
attention it will heap upon us.

However, the safety of my fellow officers

is far too important.

There he is, French Connection.

- Hey, hey.
- (excited chattering)

French Connection ends with the bad guys

- getting away, Funkhauser.
- I know that.

- But drugs, right?
- Yeah.

You know what I mean. Good job.

RUSS: Hey, I brought ?clairs.

I'll put them right here.

WOMAN: Congratulations.

Hey.

- Oh, Russ.
- (groans)

- No, no, no.
- Does it hurt?

No, it's okay. It's nothing.

(clears throat)

I, um, I brought ?clairs.

Oh, uh, yum. Yay.

(both chuckle nervously)

I-I put a requisition in, like,

for more space six months ago.

D-Do you know if the city

gave us their old planning offices?

I-I don't think so.

Mm, they got carpeting.

Right. Thanks.

Oh, did you see, there was a
great write-up about your bust.

Just wish they'd mention
you and Font by name.

Oh, we're cops...

We're not movie stars, right?

("Flight of the Bumblebee"
playing over video)

Might want to fast-forward through this.

It's, uh, it's later on.

I've seen it.

Boy, is she a cutie.

Great job yesterday.

Commander, yesterday's bust

should've gone by the numbers.

(stun gun buzzes weakly, clicks)

We could shoot people instead.

Is that what you want?

We're not shooting enough people?

We need new equipment;

new to this world, not
just new to this precinct.

Okay, we need the latest training.

We need everything.

Or we could shoot people. I
don't mind shooting people.

But something's gotta change.

Great news.

We're getting help.

CROWD:
For he's a jolly good fellow

(whooping)

Thank you. Thank you guys.

MAN: Milt.

I'm no good at these things,

but I gotta say

that you've been an asset to this office,

and I don't know where I'd be without you,

and I'm a little scared to find out.

So, good luck.

To both of us.

Yeah, hear, hear. Hear, hear.

Hear, hear. Good luck.

Kenny...

everybody, really.

- (sighs)
- I'm no good at these things, either.

Milt, you're good at everything.

- (laughter, murmurs)
- Thank you, Sandy.

Uh...

I'm touched.

All right.

Our loss is Battle Creek's gain.

Good riddance, you miserable sack...

Damn. Even their seal is nicer than ours.

(phone ringing)

WOMAN: Why do we need an FBI office?

What, did two million people

move to Battle Creek this morning?

It's just a resident agency.

- (phone rings)
- Uh, an FBI satellite office.

Detective Squad. Agnew speaking.

WOMAN: I want to file
a morality complaint.

Is this Russell?

Hello, Mrs. Seymour.

You still out of your mind?

Let me guess, nice young
man with a mustache?

There's this nice young man

with a mustache

who's being kept by an older man

with a mustache. Every single day.

He has to wear short shorts. Always.

- (meows)
- It's obscene.

I'll tell you what, Mrs. Seymour.

First thing next week, I'll fly to Hawaii

and I'll arrest Tom Selleck
for you. How's that?

Well, I-I wish you would.

Okay, take care of yourself.

Sad story.

Eh, it's not so bad.

I mean, it would've been nice

if they'd mentioned our names, but...

I was talking about the girl who OD'd.

Oh. Right. Yeah, no, that was...

really sad.

Milt?

It's almost 9:30.

Okay, I'll be right out.

(sighs)

Big smile, big laugh, you love it here.

Big smile, big laugh, you love it here.

Big smile, big laugh...

I love it here. You kidding me?

I grew up in a small town, so
this is just like coming home.

You grew up in Michigan?

Monaco, actually, but,
you know, same deal.

GUZIEWICZ: Well, we are certainly
very glad to have you here.

So I guess I should introduce you around.

Okay.

- Detectives Russ Agnew...
- Milt Chamberlain.

- Hi.
- And Fontanelle White.

- How you doing?
- Milt.

And these are our two "Aarons"...

Aaron Funkhauser and Erin Jacocks.

- Hello.
- Hey.

Hey. They call me E.

- Easier to tell us apart that way.
- Okay.

I'm Niblet.

Welcome aboard.

I'm sorry, Nib, uh, Niblet?

FONT: Smile for the man.

- See that?
- Ah.

Like niblet corn.

Hmm. Huh.

It doesn't hurt or nothing.

And this is Holly,

- our office manager.
- Hi,

Holly.

You're really good-looking.

(chuckles)

I'm so sorry. Um, that was...

that was not very professional.

- No...
- It's just a little...

distracting.

It is.

You're a little distracting yourself.

- (Holly chuckles)
- (phone ringing)

Uh, Russ, are you gonna get that?

Magnum P.I. is still on.

She doesn't stop calling till 10:00.

It's, um... it's complicated.

Well, I'm-I'm here to help.

If-if you, uh... if you answer
that, that makes you the primary.

You know that, right?

Detective Squad, Agent Chamberlain.

(chuckles)

Yeah, hold on one second.

- Go ahead.
- (flips page)

Yeah.

All right. Looks like we've
got a double homicide.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Magnum gets double homicides.

Rockford gets double homicides.

Here. Let me get this.

I got this.

Mrs. Seymour, hi. It's Russ.

Excuse me?

This is Officer Caldwell.

It's pretty bad.

When are you guys gonna get here?

YOUNG MAN: I knocked

several times.

They, uh, ordered pizza,

like, twice a week. On the last knock,

the door opened a little bit, and...

I could see the blood.

No sign of a weapon,
but we've got officers

- canvassing the neighborhood.
- Do we have names for the victims?

Ricky here says they always paid cash.

Landlord said the rental
agreement was in the name

of a Bart Simpson.

Also paid cash.

- You see anyone coming in or going out?
- No.

There were people in
the building, but I...

Nobody looked liked they'd
just killed somebody.

CALDWELL: No security
cameras in the building

- or any of the nearby businesses.
- Didn't need 'em.

Didn't need 'em.

Couple years ago, this was a
decent crappy neighborhood.

Things like this didn't happen here.

- Yeah.
- MILT: Uh,

you guys are welcome to wear these.

Try to keep the site uncontaminated.

- Oh. Hey.
- Wow.

- Yeah.
- High-tech.

I feel like I'm with NASA.

- Yeah, right?
- Yeah. I'm good.

- Shower caps for your feet. Pull it.
- Wow, it's kind of slippery.

- Got it.
- MILT: Here, let me get you a bigger one.

Check these out. I feel
like break-dancing.

NIBLET: Kind of unsafe.

JACOCKS: Oh. It's sliding around like...

- like the ice. Never mind.
- JACOCKS: Thank you.

We got two males,

younger one likely in his early 20s,

shot while scrambling
away from the front door.

This one, approximately... 35.

Shot at while he was still on the couch.

Hit twice, moving towards this door.

A lot of bullets,

a lot of blood.

A lot of confusion.

Messy. Really messy.

Means it was emotional.

It also means that it was
probably the killer's first time.

That's certainly a possibility.

What, you got a better theory?

No. I have no theory at all.

- Yeah.
- I just don't like

to speculate when my
forensic people can come in

and give a more definitive answer.

Funkhauser, you mind grabbing my...

- camera out of that bag, please?
- Well, this guy's still warm.

I'm assuming he's been dead for about

- two to three hours.
- It would probably

be best if you didn't touch anything.

FUNKHAUSER: Milt?

Milt, I-is this you with Obama?

What?

- Oh.
- (chuckles)

That's no biggie.

It was just one of those photo ops.

You're playing golf with the man.

Oh. Dead man's wallet

means dead man's name.

Hmm. All right, well, no worries.

FBI lab gets to work on the DNA,

facial recognition software, 24 hours,

we should have both names.

This is not the help that we need.

We don't need to be bailed out.

We don't need somebody else
doing our jobs for us,

especially somebody who
apparently isn't any good

at doing his own job.

Yeah. Battle Creek,

it's not exactly a posting that
FBI agents fantasize about.

Russ, you're frustrated, okay?

It's been a long day in a long week.

And I don't think I helped by...

They can identify those
bodies in 24 hours?

We can do it in one. You and me.

The old-fashioned way. Without
photons and laser beams.

It's just common sense, Font, right?

It's just... it's just
talking to people, man.

You know this town.

You know that nothing goes on
down at that end of the hall

that the other end of the
hall doesn't know about.

Okay.

You want to take those off, please?

Yeah.

So what time exactly did
you hear the shots?

We didn't hear any shots.

The TV was on.

You didn't hear anything?

The TV was on.

The-the TV was on.

Yeah.

Are you sure you don't
want some coffee cake?

Yeah.

This is Detective Fontanelle White.

You can evade his questions all you want.

I'll catch up with you later.

Coffee cake?

(indistinct chatter)

Wow.

Hey, Russell.

How's it going?

I spoke to every tenant on the floor.

They had absolutely nothing to tell me.

Aw, that's a shame.

Which told me quite a bit, I figure.

The people in this neighborhood,

they've never been fans of the cops,

and the fact that they were
nice while telling me nothing

tells me that it's not about us...

It's about the crime.

These people, they're scared, yes, but...

I think that they're really relieved

that these guys are dead.

I think that these guys
were cooking meth or PCP...

2C-P.

What's 2C-P?

It's-it's new.

The gas chromatograph connected

to this mass spectrometer detected

several picograms of phenethylamine.

Did you find anything else?

Yeah, well, uh, I think
the empty wallet was left

to make us think that it was

a simple robbery as opposed
to a territorial dispute.

We can get the vic's names by
running it through the DEA database

- and...
- Gavin Smart

and Dant? Peron.

How?

The gentlemen in 605 told
me over coffee cake.

(chuckles)

So then you don't...

you don't need me here?

Well, uh, you're welcome to stick around

if you'd like. Or...

you could head back to the office.

I'm gonna go back to the office.

Okay.

(flipping pages)

Mmm. These are the best ?clairs ever.

Uh, you know, Funkhauser,

Russ actually brought us the
exact same ones the other day.

No. These are... these are different.

Detectives.

The FBI have provided us
with their completed report.

Interesting stuff, quite the read.

- Very nice of them to pass it on.
- RUSS: "Nice"?

I mean, seeing as they're
supposed to be here

to help us, don't they sort of

- have to loop us in?
- Well, even if they did,

I would still say it was
nice, but, in this case,

technically, no, they don't

since they are leading the investigation.

It's not their jurisdiction.

But he did answer the phone.

It's our town, it's our people,

it's our job.

Be that as it may,

Milt has assignments for each of you,

and he has asked to have
someone team up with him.

Me.

Seriously?

(stammers)

Is it because of the booties?

Is this because of the ?clairs?

'Cause I brought the same damn ?clairs.

GUZIEWICZ: Russ. Russ.

- What?
- Calm down.

He requested you.

What?

You.

Why me?

They told me you were good.

- (scoffs)
- No, they didn't.

They told you I was a pain in the ass.

- (chuckles)
- So why me?

I trust my gut.

- (chuckles)
- Your gut?

That's right.

Okay, so there was no, um...

there was no actual thought process?

No actual analysis?

Hmm.

I had my office compile a list
of everyone with a local address

who's ever been charged
with dealing or possession

or has been hospitalized

- with drug-related issues.
- Oh, my.

- Yeah, it's extensive.
- Well, there's one name

on this list that you need to talk to.

That's the two victim's main distributor.

He's the guy who knows their business.

Great. Which name is that?

I have no idea.

But I'm sure there are some people

who know who he is. But the problem is,

is everybody on this list

is gonna tell you exactly... nothing.

I don't know.

In my experience, when you trust
people, they-they trust you.

(scoffs)

Have you actually met people?

(chuckles)

So, Detective Agnew, what do you suggest?

I don't believe in trusting people.

I believe in paying people.

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: I'm not a snitch.

RUSS: Your name is Teddy the Snitch.

- My name is not Teddy the Snitch.
- Yeah, but we call you that.

And we call you that for a good reason.

Because your name is Teddy
and we pay you to snitch.

You brought us all the way out here.
Which one is he?

MILT: Teddy,

if you're not comfortable,

it's okay.

Seriously?

The short Hispanic.

They're all Hispanic.

No, they're not. That's racist.

How is that racist?

They are. I'm pretty sure the
one on the right is Persian.

- No, he's not...
- No, he's not...

Whatever. It's Omar, the short
dude in the Armani shirt.

Armani shirt right there.

What?

I think you get lucky.

Not because you trust people,

but because you're just
really good-looking, man.

Oh, thank you.

But then, as people get to know you,

I think you get very unlucky.

Which is how you ended
up here in Battle Creek,

and not Washington or New
York or even Detroit.

- I go where I can help.
- Oh, yeah?

Omar, excuse me.

We have a couple questions for you.

Of course, Officers.

I'm always eager to please
and assist in any way...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey!

MAN: Go, man! Go!

- Run, Omar!
- Hey!

- (Omar groans)
- Please.

We just want to ask you some questions.

Stop! He trusts you.

(grunting)

- (Omar groaning)
- (laughing)

Ouch.

Good work.

I'm just, uh, questioning these guys.

(Omar grunting)

How do you run in those shoes?

Oh, I have an excellent cobbler.

(mutters)

- What?
- (Omar groans)

Shoemaker. He's an excellent shoemaker.

All right, up.

- I got it, boys.
- I know what a cobbler is.

He's unbelievable.

We know you work for Dant? Peron.

Never heard of him.

Maybe I'll, you know,

friend him on Facebook, and
we can hang out, and...

He's dead, homeboy.

How?

He had a negative reaction to a
bullet going through his head.

Oh, God.

When was the last talk you
spoke to him or Gavin Smart?

Gavin?

Yup.

Oh, God.

You have to be strong.

Hey, Milton, give it a rest, okay?

Kid's a drug dealer.

I do something illegal, I deserve to die?

When you prick him, does he not bleed?

Did not just say that.

What's wrong with you?

Hey, Omar,

you can cry tomorrow, okay?

But right now we need the
names of Dant?'s suppliers

and anyone else who might have
sold drugs to you, especially

anybody who was infringing
on his territory.

Go to hell.

Go to hell? Mijo,

you got caught with six
rocks in your pocket.

What makes you think

I'm not gonna make your
life miserable, huh?

No, we're not gonna make your miserable.

- Oh, yeah, we're gonna make it miserable.
- No.

We're not gonna make your life miserable.

Yeah, I am gonna make it miserable.

We're not gonna make your
life miserable, Omar.

We know you have a cell phone.

And thanks to the NSA data collection,

we will be able to get the names

of every person you've ever called

or has called you, and I'm guessing

that one of those names
is probably the person

that we're looking for.

And I'm also guessing that
many of those people,

whom we're gonna have
to talk to at length,

had absolutely nothing
to do with this crime,

and probably don't even
know that you're involved

with the drug trade.

People like your sister,

your mother, your... your grandmama.

Travis Taylor.

RUSS: That was brilliant.

NSA?

I mean, insane, but you
completely sold it.

I don't believe in bluffing.

You actually have access
to the NSA database?

Hmm.

I'm gonna

get a warrant to search
Travis Taylor's home.

I don't think so.

The fact that a corner dealer

- says this guy's name isn't exactly evidence.
- (beep)

(loudly): Call Judge Bloomenthal.

(line ringing)

(clears throat)

GIRL: Hello. Who is it?

Hey, Lily.

Is your daddy home?

Daddy, Detective Milt's on the phone.

(laughs)

- Daddy?
- She's adorable.

Here we go.

Go, go.

Psst.

I think I know what happened to you.

You were brought up with two
parents, a dog that never died.

Right? A goldfish that never died.

Your-your dad never lost a job.

Like, nothing bad ever happened to you.

You can't be a cop and be this naive.

It's just not possible.

I agree.

Jim...

- (microphone squeaks)
- MAN: Please come in.

That's a $5,000 solid maple
door, and it's open.

Go ahead.

All right, go ahead.

Go.

I hated Dant?.

He lacked business acumen.

The kid couldn't have been
all that sharp, either,

or else he wouldn't be

working with him.

(laughs airily)

But I suppose I should add
that I didn't kill them.

Hmm.

Yeah.

You sure you don't want a slice of cake?

He's lying.

Or he's telling the truth.

We found nothing.

Which is consistent with just two things:

innocence and guilt.

Look, you kill someone,
the first thing you do is

you start scrubbing
everything in your life.

Well, I've got additional
warrants for his office and...

Yeah, you're not gonna find
anything there, either.

Yeah, well, then, we'll keep
looking until we find something.

No.

We don't find anything.

We don't get handed anything.

Anything we get, we make from nothing.

We're gonna do it the Battle Creek way.

We bluff.

This is legal?

Look, we can't lie in court,

and we can't lie to judges,

but we can lie to lawyers,
and we lie all the time

to drug dealers and murderers.

Third guy from the left...
It's all you got to say.

So, you-you want me to ID him,

and say that I-I saw him running out?

We need him to believe
that we have evidence

against him, which means that
we need his lawyer to believe

that we have evidence against him.

And then the DA offers a plea,

and he takes it, and he goes to jail,

not because you lied, but
because he's guilty.

Is the DA okay with this?

Well, we can't lie to the DA,
either, so we haven't told her.

But it doesn't matter, because this is

not evidence, and it's never
going to go to trial.

I-I'm sorry. I can't... I can't do this.

Ricky?

We need your help.

Third guy from the left.

WOMAN: You're absolutely sure?

RICKY: Third guy from the left.

Shall we talk?

This is why I wanted to work with you.

Couple of drug dealers...
Who cares if they're dead?

Who cares who killed them?

Streets are better off without 'em, right?

- Mm.
- Indifference.

But indifference leads
to more indifference.

Anger leads to more anger.

And killing leads to more killing.

You know that.

And you are willing to risk your career

in order to help save your community.

- Risk my career?
- Mm-hmm.

That's a little dramatic, isn't it?

No.

No, there's no guarantee
that this is gonna work.

Perlmutter's good.

She'll get them to take a plea.

So, you've worked with Perlmutter before?

Yeah.

So, I'm guessing you've
crossed her before?

Oh, yeah, probably at some point.

I don't remember, to be honest with you.

So, what happens when she
comes down those stairs,

and for some whatever reason,
they didn't take the deal?

I mean, Perlmutter's gonna
want to press charges anyway.

She's got a great case, great witness.

Except she doesn't.

I mean, what's she gonna
do when you tell her that?

I mean, I know that you've
thought about this.

You analyze everything.

And you did it anyway.

No deal.

His client insists he's innocent.

Damn it!

(grunts)

MILT: Russell?

- Russ?
- What?!

So, I just

spoke to Perlmutter and your commander.

You did what? What?

Why would you do that?

Uh, they're-they're... they're angry.

But you still have your job.

I just explained that the
whole thing was my idea.

You... lied?

No, I supported the idea.

I just, you know...

We're-we're both responsible for this.

So... you lied... for me?

And what? Now... now I owe you.

- No.
- Is that,

is that what this is about, Milt, huh?

But I'd like to think that if
the situation were reversed,

you would do the same thing for me.

Oh, I knew it! I knew it!
I owe you, don't I?

(gunshots, engine revving)

Ow! Ow!

God! Ricky, you stay down.

(groaning)

Hi.

Hey.

Well, doctor says you were lucky.

Bullet passed right
through, no arteries hit,

- so you're gonna be okay.
- That's good.

(indistinct voice over PA)

Agent Chamberlain has your
witness in a safe house.

And he's got people trying
to track down the vehicle,

but there were no plates.

And he sent flowers.

- (laughs)
- Ow.

Does it hurt?

No. I'm fine.

I'm just, uh... I'm
starting to see things...

clearly now.

You know, how I am just a small-town cop.

And there are

winners in the world.

And then, well, there's the rest of us.

Milt...

It's not just his car

or the "mass chemography picogram" things

and the judges on speed dial.

It's everything this guy does. It's naive

and it's simplistic and it works.

Yeah. So...

I must be wrong, right?

Maybe I should be trying
to learn from him.

If this guy is just plain better than me,

then why do I...

hate him

so much?

(chuckles)

- (sighs)
- And why am I so desperate

to prove that I'm better than him?

Because you are.

- (stammers)
- Solve this case.

You'll feel better.

(sighs)

(moans)

It's super cool.

What?

Russell! Hey, buddy. Come on in.

I don't think it was Travis Taylor.

The obvious theory is Travis
trying to shut up a witness.

Okay? But the obvious theory
doesn't make any sense

because Travis couldn't have
known about the witness

until his lawyer told him so.

- This is your safe house?
- Oh, no.

I'm just crashing here until I find

a place. What, are you kidding me?

(commentator speaking on TV)

How big is this television?

Uh, it's big. All right, go ahead.

- What were you... what were you...
- Okay.

By the time of the shooting, the D.A.

knew that the lineup was bogus, right?

So he would've called Taylor's lawyer,

and Taylor's lawyer
would've called Taylor.

So why shoot anyone?

He can still hate me for
trying to put his ass in jail.

Not that much.

Not enough to take such a public risk.

- Uh-uh.
- Okay, so...

you have no idea who shot at me

or why.

No leads? Nothing? Which means

I-I'm never going home

because you're never going to solve this.

Here. We are gonna make this right.

We're gonna do everything
we can to find this killer.

What if you don't?

What if you don't find anything?

All actions have ramifications,

which means all actions leave evidence.

And we will find that evidence,

for no other reason than it exists.

And we will not stop
looking until we find it.

That's just not even close to being true.

We're gonna do our best
to help solve your case,

keep you safe.

We screwed you,

and we know that.

And for that we're sorry.

But crimes go unsolved every day.

Evidence is ambiguous,

- evidence deteriorates, evidence,
- (phone rings)

- it-it disappears.
- Chamberlain.

Ah, great.

Great. Thank you.

They found the gun.

Huh.

Did the homeless individual ever

- touch the weapon?
- I don't think so.

- At least, he says he didn't.
- All right.

I want everything in here
catalogued by position

in three dimensions,

and I want analysis on everything.

You know what, my team
will take care of it.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Thank you.

Hey, look at this.

Possible flesh behind the hammer.

Gonna need DNA analysis on that.

- Wait, no, hold on a second.
- What?

No, no, no, no, no. I'd
rather you not touch

- the evidence.
- No, it's okay, it's okay,

- without gl...
- it's okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you...

Oh, come on.

What are you...

It's not flesh.

It's anchovy.

(phone rings)

Funkhauser.

RUSS: Where's Ricky? Lock the place down.

- (chuckles) - Ricky's fine.

No one even tried to get in.

I'm not worried about anybody
trying to getting in, okay?

Ricky's the shooter. He hid
his gun in the pizza box.

Pizza box.

Ricky?

Ricky?

Aw, come on. Come on.

Come on.

We didn't lead Travis to him.
We led him to Travis.

Third guy from the left?

(phone rings)

- Font.
- I think it's the kid.

It's the kid. Travis must have known

that Ricky did the shooting,

figured he was a rival drug dealer,

uh, or somehow connected
to a bigger supplier

trying to muscle in

on his territory. He was trying

- to send a message.
- No.

What? What do you mean?
What-what else do you know?

Remember that story about
the girl who OD'd?

I called her family. I figured

maybe they'd know something
and maybe they'd talk.

I'm looking at a picture of the
girl with her half-brother,

Ricky.

It's personal.

RICKY: She'd been clean for three months,

and two weeks later she was dead.

- (phone ringing)
- I've got a family. I've got kids.

I didn't kill your sister.

No.

You just provided her...
No, I sold drugs to a guy

who sold drugs to a guy
who sold drugs to her.

Do you have any idea
what it gets mixed with,

cut with, stepped on?

You got a lot of people to kill, kid.

So you're not a bad guy.

You just sell drugs to bad guys.

And you?

We're all bad guys, kid.

And we're all good guys, too.

(crashing)

Put it down, Ricky!

Put it down!

You know what, don't.

Seriously?

He has a gun,

- a pointed gun.
- He's not a killer.

Well, you know, he has...

killed. So technically...

Doesn't make him a killer.

It sort of does.

Our actions don't define us.

What?

What the hell else would define us?

- Hmm?
- Our soul.

I don't even know what that means.

Ricky, I know you're scared.

That's why you didn't pull the
trigger long before we got here.

Because you don't want to.

And you didn't want to.

No, the other day, things got messy.

They got out of control.

And you killed.

And it was his fault.

What?

- Uh, Milt...
- And it was

your sister's fault.

And it was your fault.

And you had to do something.

And you made a terrible,

terrible mistake.

I don't have any choice now.

- It doesn't matter.
- Yes, it does.

I've killed.

I'm gonna go to jail.

Yeah.

Now the only question left
is whether this bastard

lives or dies.

Of course it matters.

We cannot be defined by our mistakes.

We cannot let one thing,
no matter how horrible,

overpower everything else

that we do in our life.

And the only way to do that

is to make sure that everything else

overpowers that mistake.

We have that chance.

As long as we're alive,
we have that chance.

So it's your choice, Ricky.

- (sighs)
- Are you a killer?

Does this ever work for you?

Yes.

People want to do the right thing.

Let me tell you

what works for me.

- (whistles)
- Ricky, you don't

need to go to jail.

You can just die.

You shoot this bastard,

I'm gonna shoot you.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(shuddering breaths)

(exhales)

(exhales)

(indistinct radio transmission)

You know, that stuff you said
in there about second chances,

that seemed awful personal.

It's Battle Creek. It was a bluff.

- He gave up because of the threat.
- Uh-huh. Okay, yeah.

No, he gave up because it was

- the right thing to do.
- Yeah.

- You don't believe your own B.S.
- Yeah, nor do you.

- You're a good person, Detective Agnew.
- And you,

Agent Chamberlain,

you're the Devil.

(chuckles)

I want to applaud what I
consider to be the backbone

of this investigation.

This is an organization of
men and women, heroes all,

the Battle Creek Police Department,

led by Commander Guziewicz.

The very best of local law enforcement,

who I've been partnered
with on this investigation,

Detective Russell Agnew.

(applause)

This is one hell of a cop right here.

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