The Detail

OK, Tina. Any degree on this side

- or that side... - Yeah. OK.

Notify Missing Persons.

We found Brooke Dodson.

Price? Wake up.

Sorry. Yeah. Right away.

- I can't speak to that yet. - Please. Thank you.

This toast is too crispy.

- You don't have to eat it, bud. - I want Katie's toast.

- Too bad, so sad. - Why do you have to be that way?

What, now it's a crime for me to eat my breakfast?

- I'll make more toast. - Why do you have to tease him?

- You can see that he's upset. - What about me?

- Agh! God Almighty! - You OK?

Yeah. I'll be fine.

What the hell?

- Hey! - Hell is not a bad word.

It's just what I'm living in.

Ugh.

What's up, boss?

OK. Yeah.

I got it. I'm on my way.

- Not good? - No, I gotta go.

- Here. - Love you.

Oh. Great.

I have the images from your ultrasound.

- And? - Well, they show you fully

passed your gestational sac.

So...

there's...

- nothing. - That's correct.

There's no need for any further intervention.

Uh, thank you. I guess.

It's... a heavy blow.

But from the physical standpoint, there's absolutely

no reason why you can't conceive again,

carry to term and deliver a healthy baby.

Yeah, maybe, but there's

about a million other reasons why that's not gonna happen.

It was a few weeks ago.

I just got transferred when Missing Persons got the call.

A young girl was reported missing, um... by her mother.

- The Amber Alert. - Brooke Dodson?

Young girl, long, red hair, you know what that means, Stevie.

- You're jumping to conclusions. - Am I? She's wrapped up in a blanket.

We should wait and see what the toxicology shows.

I don't have to. I already know who did it.

Yeah, good. Get some shots in there.

Hey.

OK, everyone. Listen up.

The Brooke Dodson case is ours now.

It's up to us to do what Missing Persons couldn't.

- That's right, boss. - Homicide detail. You know,

that's the Latin for sharply dressed and unimpressed.

Children, please.

Our prime suspect, Alvin Randall Flowers.

We have uniforms stationed at his house

and his place of business, Flowers Treasures

in the West End. No sign of him yet, but when those search

warrants come through, we're gonna pick both places clean.

- Anyone check in the sewers? - Yeah, no kidding.

So as some of you may know, 15 years ago,

Flowers was the main suspect in the serial killing

of Nancy Brown, Paula King and Wendy Fraser, all 14 years old.

Three girls and we couldn't pinch him?

Did someone forget to read him his rights?

- No, Finch. I read him his rights. - We just didn't have

enough hard evidence to prosecute is all.

- Sorry. I had no idea. - All we had was circumstantial

evidence. Even had footage of him talking to Wendy Fraser

- the day before she disappeared. - All right, so what's

- this creep's snack bracket? - He targets pubescent females.

All of his suspects have pale skin, red hair.

And he kept them all, for a period of time,

anywhere between two and four weeks.

So what makes a dormant virus like Flowers

wake up after 15 years

- and just start killing again? - If we knew the why, Sullivan,

- we'd be home free. - Well, maybe he never stopped.

- How does he kill them? - Toxicology's not back

- on Brooke yet, but... - He killed the last two with

- a lethal dose of heroin. - He deserves worse than he'll get.

No argument here, but our main focus now is

to find Flowers and make sure this time...

- Thank you, Staff Inspector. - I ll take it from here.

- Superintendent. - Good morning. I'll be brief.

The Dobson murder has been given top priority by the chief.

That means every cop in the city has just one job:

Apprehend Alvin Flowers. That's right, boys.

Boys?

Sorry. Team.

This is an old-fashioned manhunt,

and if we don't haul

this monster in, or if God forbid

another 14-year-old body washes up...

Yeah, I think we all know what's at stake here, sir.

That's good, because so does the media.

Price, nobody knows more about Flowers than you.

I'm assigning you lead investigator on this.

Any problems with that?

No.

Good.

Give us some details on Flowers.

Well, besides driving back and forth to work every day,

he, uh... goes to garage sales, estate sales, flea markets.

- That kind of thing. - You've been tailing him

- on your own time? - Yes, sir. I have.

Excellent. His last known whereabouts?

I tracked him to the Purity Massage Parlour

in Ossington, five out of six days.

Five massages in a week? Nobody's that sore.

- Maybe he pulled something. - I also spotted him twice

with the same woman: Petit, dark hair. Once outside

the massage parlour. The second time, a couple doors down

- at the Crescent Street Diner. - Sure it was the same woman?

- 100 percent. - Good work. Cooper.

You and Hall see what you can dig up on this massage parlour.

Sullivan, go with them. Never hurts to flex a little muscle.

Beer muscle doesn't count.

- Haaa. I'll get my stuff. - Perfect. I'm sure you know

your way to the massage parlour by heart.

You have me confused with Finch.

All right! OK! Hey, hey, hey! Hey! Open mic night is over.

Everybody get out there, find this animal. And don't screw up.

You wondering why the hell I married him?

- No... - You're a lousy liar, Hall.

Hey, it was a... beautiful wedding though.

Yeah.

And if memory serves,

Price was your date, wasn't he?

Yeah.

I knew you were the right guy

for this position when I assigned you here.

The Division has a great reputation, sir.

They're a great team.

I just hope I can do a good job and carry as much water

- as everyone else. - I'm not worried about that.

- Thank you, sir. - All these years, you never

- gave up on Flowers, did you? - I guess it's kind of like

true love. Once you've had it, it's hard to give it up.

True love.

I like that.

- What about Detective Hall? - What about her?

Do you think she's up to working the case that killed her old man?

Yeah, I do.

She's not her father. She can do it.

OK. Good.

Go get him.

And if, uh...

the Staff Inspector gives you any grief, let me know.

Thank you, sir.

He rip you a new one too?

Just the opposite.

Yeah?

- You all right? - Yeah. Why?

Superintendent give you my office already?

- No. - Mh.

And if he did, I wouldn't take it.

- What about my job? - Hell no.

You sure about that?

Would we be even having this conversation if I had been

assigned to this office by anybody other than

- your ex-husband? - You know, you are crossing

a line I don't think you wanna cross and I'm telling you that

- as your superior officer. - And I'm your subordinate.

I got no problem with that. Do you?

We're done here.

One client per room. No group rates.

What? No. Oh, God. No, no.

My name is Detective Stevie Hall from Homicide Division.

These are Detectives Cooper and Sullivan.

We are looking for a man named Alvin Randall Flowers.

- Have you seen him? - Um... let me see.

I don't think so, but we get so many clients

and after a while, every back starts to look the same.

Well, I imagine faces aren't your area of expertise.

I'm not an RMT, if that's what you mean.

- What's your name? - Charity.

- What's your real name? - Karen...

- How old are you, Karen? - 20.

I know, I know. Everyone says I look younger.

Karen... take another look.

Are you sure that you haven't seen that man before?

Like I said, we get a lot of clients.

Let's cut the crap.

We know he was here five times last week.

We also know that he was spotted two blocks from here,

eating with a girl matching your physical description.

And our officers are going through security camera footage

right now. Do you think your face is gonna pop up

in one of those clips, Charity?

Forget it.

I'm gonna call Vice and have them do a number on this joint.

- It's a beautiful day for a raid. - No, please, please don't.

I have a baby. She's not even one.

If I lose this job, I don't know what I'll do.

Please...

Talk. Tell us the truth.

He's been here a handful of times.

- Where do we find him? - I don't know. I swear.