Low Winter Sun

Previously on AMC's Low Winter Sun...

I look at you two, and know what I see?

A couple of skinny white boys playing gangster.

We're not trying to inch in on your territory.

Sorry...

We believe Brendan McCann and Anton Bobek

were killed by Billy Hobson and an accomplice.

That accomplice then murdered him.

If you go looking for her, it is only gonna blow back on us.

Show respect.

You shouldn't have lied about who you're with.

You should have come clean about Skelos.

No, no, no!

Please...

( female reporter speaking in foreign language )

Woman: Wet it.

( TV announcer speaking English )

Turn the volume down.

Sure.

Hey, what I tell you?

Why some pervert want to watch me piss anyways?

I don't know. I don't care.

It's the way it is.

- Hey. - I moved it.

Good.

You have 10 minutes. Get ready.

Hi there, I'm Sasha.

What's your name, sweetie?

Agnew: Katia, it's Frank.

- Hi-- - I can't believe it. I've looked all over for you.

Hello? Hello?

I'm sorry...

- Hello, Katia? - I can't-- I can't hear.

Something with the computer.

Katia, hello--

Creepy stalker guy.

We out of trash bags, Maya?

Had some in the office.

Steven: What do we do now?

Damon: We open at noon. That's what we do.

Who gives a camel's ass about the bar right now, man?

Maya: We all do. Business as usual.

What?

Read it.

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Damon. Might wanna come out here.

No, no, no, no. This is bullshit.

You didn't kill McCann, man.

Yeah, eat a dick, Gus.

It's gotta be Skelos.

Still business as usual, boss man?

Maya: All right, it's been a long night.

Get cleaned up, lay low for a while.

What's the word, Cable?

Uh-oh, here comes trouble, coffee in tow.

It's that French Vanilla crap you like so much.

You only bring me coffee when you're not sportin' a warrant.

Yeah, well, you know how it is.

With budget cuts, we can't afford warrants no more.

This is already my second smoke. I can't stay for a third.

I need some information on a URL.

Tracking down a lead.

Is it a secret lead?

Yeah, something like that.

Does this involve

that detective friend of yours that was murdered?

All right, hey, for something like this,

I mean, with all due respect,

you gotta come stronger than French Vanilla.

Oh, what's this?

Oh, sweet.

Thanksgiving.

Badass, man.

I mean, they suck, but they might suck less this year.

Yeah.

- Text me the info. - All right.

Bro, these are upper deck.

Her grades ain't great, I know.

Which is cool, 'cause I ain't goin' to no lily Jesus school anyway.

- She takes after her mother. - No, I don't.

Just with a better attitude, you know?

Your father was a lot like you when he first enrolled.

Became one of our better students.

Is she involved at all in athletics?

- Uh, no. - Has she made her sacraments?

I don't think she's even married yet, far as I know.

Okay. She's done her baptismal.

I made sure of that.

No communion, no confession when she was in grade school?

Geddes: No.

That's... that's gonna set her back.

Geddes: I didn't do any of that stuff till I was older either.

And frankly, between you and me,

I think the idea of having an eight-year-old child

confess to anything is straight-up bunk.

I mean, what's an eight-year-old done wrong

that they need forgiveness from above? Really?

Okay, look, I will confess to this...

I have done wrong by this girl.

She is a better person than me,

and if I can come here,

then she should be able to come here.

Father Rayburn: Perhaps we should talk tuition, then.

Geddes: I went online. 8200?

- There are payment plans-- - Never mind about that.

There.

Whoa.

We good?

Hey...

do not act the idiot in class.

Father.

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Youth: Yo, yo, yo, ghosty comin'. Check it.

What's up?

S'up?

Why aren't you guys in school?

- We's sick. - Sick?

Damn, for real, dawg. Crazy sick.

Kid: We got bronchitis.

Ain't nobody got time for dat.

- T around? - Who?

Hey.

- Jesus. Damn, Frank. - Here.

You gotta give a brotha a heads up

you creepin' around like that, know what I'm sayin'?

- Damn, this heavy. - It's foam, T.

Where's it goin'? In the truck?

Uh, here's good for now.

- Here? - Yeah.

Okay.

Train: Might not be able to tell,

but I ain't hit the gym much.

Tell me what you got.

Hell, OG busted,

runnin' dirty snatch a few blocks away. Hash too.

Come on Train, I'm Homicide. I don't give a shit about that.

Yeah, yeah, I know...

I'm tracking down a cop killer.

I don't congregate with those types,

know what I'm sayin'?

Streets talking at all about a pusher named Billy?

Got smoked. Went by "Boot"?

Coke, heavyweight?

Hey. Hey, Jamal...

You know I tossed you a bone letting you slide in the past.

And I do appreciate it.

I know they're working for you.

But if I ever get proof that they're your dope boys,

I'm runnin' you in, okay?

It's straight, Jamal. Go.

I ain't gonna say the what's, when's, and why's of nothin'.

Somebody slangin' some 'caine.

I guess it's from Lowdown's crew.

Lowdown?

I dunno, I ain't said nothin'.

But I guess there was some weight.

Smack talk about some robbery or somethin'.

Smoked somebody's ass, but I don't know.

Okay.

Okay.

Good.

Baby? Baby?

What?

This is crazy.

I'll call my buddy Fats. He'll take it.

Okay.

I just... I can't believe I did all this.

You didn't do all this.

Really?

Nobody else was shootin' their load to make the decisions.

You kept things goin'.

No.

We were right.

Things just moved too quick.

We shoulda been, shit, ten steps ahead.

Well, we will be.

From now on.

'Cause things are probably gonna get worse before they get better.

Isaiah around?

How'd you jack up your hand?

A-K's pecker's too big.

That's not what the Woodward honeys are saying.

Isaiah: Well, God and damn.

A real Homicide detective as I live and breathe.

Keeping us safe?

- Good to see ya, Frank. - You too, Isaiah.

- 'Round here, it's Reverend. - You know, I'm not a religious man,

but even I think a title like that oughta have some kind of plausibility.

Does to those who entrust me with it.

Would you take a walk?

He's a big boy. He don't need your help.

We know what's up.

What's that?