Detroit 1-8-7

Hey.

Hey. Uh, I was on my way to work.

Just thought I would stop by.

Come in.

Thanks for the bread and stuff.

You guys sent over the basket from Avalon.

Oh. That's very good, I hear. Organic.

So... you, um...

You gonna come back to work soon?

I think about it every day.

And every day, I just kinda decide, "tomorrow."

Yeah, you get past that, and, uh,

and everything will start to seem okay again.

Will it?

He was a good guy.

We just fell into things. I don't know why.

I don't even think he knew who he was

or who he wanted to be.

That can be hard.

Now I just feel like I'm waiting for a bus

that's never gonna come.

Well, I have felt like that a few times.

You mean lost?

Yeah.

Um...

I gotta get... I gotta get going.

My, uh, my kid's coming to visit today.

That's great.

Yeah. Yeah.

You know, I haven't really told anybody, but...

Anyway... okay.

Hey, do you think most people don't know who they are?

I think most people know exactly who they are.

They just don't want anybody else to find out.

We all miss you down there.

Something like this can bring a squad together

or break them down.

Let's let it be the first thing.

On that note, Agent Harkins has something she'd like to say.

Detective Stone will be receiving

a posthumous special commendation

from the department of justice for his role

in the apprehension of Amir Sakhani.

Wow. Just when I was about to give up

on the Federal G overnment.

That's great. We'll let the family know.

Patrol just called this in.

All right. Teenage graffiti artist

found dead at the old parnell plant.

Longford, Mahajan, you're up.

That's all for now.

Um... thanks...

Um, for...

Whatever it is you did for Stone.

He deserved it.

Well, what can I do for you two?

Oh.

The J.T.F. In the Southern district

got word Al Stram is making inroads in Detroit.

With Malloy down, there's a big opening for him.

I thought Stram was a New York guy.

Well, maybe he sees an opportunity, wants in on the action.

Who does he have working for him here?

That's the first thing I'd like to find out.

Okay, tell me what you need.

Look, I backslid, all right? I was depressed.

What ever happened to, uh, Anjali,

your Indian arranged bride?

Okay, first of all, it's Ahn-jali, okay?

And that's on hold right now. It was getting too intense.

Too intense? She's 9,000 Miles away.

Her texts were getting very clingy. Oh. You okay?

I'm fine.

Jordan Loney, 16 years old.

Must be the murder weapon.

Wow. Back to basics, huh?

Smashed in the head with a piece of rubble.

Looks like a budding Michelangelo.

- Who's the kid? - Friend of his. Found the body.

I went to the store to get him some more paint.

- I was gone, like, 40 minutes. - Anyone else know he was here?

Mr. Reuben, some of the other kids.

- It was part of a project. - Project? For what?

D-CAP. The Detroit Children's Arts Program.

Mr. Reuben runs it.

So, uh, anybody mad at your buddy?

- He said he had a beef with Nuke5. - Nuke5?

The biggest street artist around.

Gonna be like the next Shepard Fairey or Banksy.

Banksy? Who's Banksy?

For real?

So what was their beef?

I figured maybe he covered one of Nuke5's pieces or something.

His stuff's everywhere.

So, um, how can we find this guy?

Nobody knows who Nuke5 is.

That's how he wants it. He's like Batman.

Okay. Thanks a lot, kid.

The murder weapon's gonna be tough for prints, but, uh,

maybe we can get something off the smooth surfaces?

Yeah. Let's hope he wasn't wearing any gloves.

How's your back? It's fine.

- Just an old football injury. - Yeah?

You were watching a football game,

reached too fast for the remote?

You know, Lauren and I decided to have our son baptized.

I thought you weren't up for that.

I don't know. There's a lot of scary stuff out there.

If God's gonna give him, a little more protection,

I'll take it.

Can't hurt, I guess.

Unless they use, uh, infected water or something.

You know, I know this family...

kid got this extreme kind of pinkeye

from the baptismal water.

Almost lost an eye until...

Detective Fitch, um, message from a Linda.

They landed early and they're at the airport.

Now? She left a voice mail on your cell.

Which is at home. Thanks.

Jordan was in and out of trouble

until he got hooked up with the arts program.

- Turned him around. - How do you know all this?

His mother. She's real broke up about it.

Refuses to come in, doesn't want to see the body.

That's your Vic?

Yeah. 16-year-old kid.

Um... I'm sorry, but that, uh,

that thing that I needed to... do later on...

it's happening now, so... I gotta go.

Okay. Go on.

All right. Thanks.

Hey.

You're here.

Um... I gotta go, you know, uh, do that thing.

Oh, right. Good luck.

Yeah. Thanks.

So we're trying to I.D. a potential suspect

who goes by "Nuke5."

And here's some of his artwork.

Guess who's here.

Hey, detective.

We missed you.

I'm really glad you made it in.

It's good to be back.

Lieutenant. Um, excuse me. This is Linda Garrety.

She's looking for Detective Fitch.

Oh, he had to run out. Is there something I could help you with?

He's expecting us. I'm his ex-wife,

and this is our son Bobby.

...What I was getting myself into.

Or I should have.

I've seen that look in his eyes a bunch of times.

Linda.

Lou.

You didn't get my message.

No, I heard that you landed early, so...

I headed out to the airport, but then you weren't there,

- so I called in, and Wendy said, uh... - It's okay.

I got to meet your colleagues.

Yeah. Great.

You never told us how charming she is.

And accomplished.

I-I may not have mentioned they put me in charge

of the White Collar Division at the Manhattan D.A.'S office.

Wow. Wow. Congratulations.

- Thank you. - Um... where's Bobby?

Oh, Wendy's teaching him how to hack into our computer system.

Well, thanks for keeping me company.

It was nice to finally meet you.

Here you go.

Bad news.

The only fingerprints at the scene

belong to the victim.

We've got an appointment with Reuben Davis,

this guy who runs an art program that Jordan attended.

You working on that paperwork, too, right, Jesse?

Yeah.

Detective Sanchez, got a minute?

What paperwork is that?

My, um, retirement packet.

What? Already?

Yeah. Gotta get everything in order.

Father time a cruel master.

I'm not retiring because I'm old.

I'm retiring because I want to.

Okay.

Can you help me get this on?

I got a spasm.

You're what, 23, 24 years old? 23.

You graduated with all these ideas

of becoming a crime-Buster,

then got stuck in this dead-end intern gig.

Well, sort of.