04x12 - Sanctuary

[bunniefuu]

Yeah, so if you want to roll to the Laugh Factory with me tonight, I think that would be dope. I signed up for the open mic.

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Ah, that's awesome, man.

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Yeah?

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Okay. Okay, so, um, ahem.

So, what's the only place in Chicago that has 24-hour police protection?

Donut shop?

You heard that one?

A couple of times.

Yeah, donut... donut shop. That gets... that gets laughs usually.

Look, I thought you wanted to do, like, more observational comedy.

Yeah, I was... thinking about that.

Kevin, you're funny.

Just do Atwater.

Okay.

[under breath] Do Atwater.

You left a working case file in the front seat of your covert car.

[file slaps down]

Yeah, but it was parked in our secure police lot.

Which is filled with nosy cops who want to get into our business.

Everything we do in this unit is confidential.

Everything.

Be right there.

Patrol found the body of a dead woman in Washington Park. We're getting called in.

Spoke to the first officer on the scene.

Said it looks like she was out for a jog.

Pants are pulled down around her ankles.

M.E. will tell us if it is what it looks like it is.

[somber music]

♪

She's still warm.

First responding officers called an ambulance right away, even though they couldn't find a pulse.

They found a phone near the body.

I called 911 and the dispatcher gave me her name.

Zoey Sims.

Zoey Sims.

Yeah. Well, nobody in this neighborhood leaves a bottle half full.

I want it hand delivered to the lab.

This just happened.

Whoever did it can't be far away.

Uh, I saw these two guys near the woods.

They whistled at me.

You mean like catcalls.

No, it was more than that. They tried to get me to stop.

They had a bottle of vodka, so I just kept running.

Can you describe these guys?

[sighs] They were black. One of them had a red hoodie.

Then I saw two black guys running away.

They went into the trees.

Can you describe them?

One had a red sweatshirt with a hoodie.

The other had a black baseball hat.

Burgess!

Patrol just spotted the subjects over on Green Street.

Let's go.

Thanks.

5021 David, we have two male blacks fleeing westbound on foot in the 5200 block.

Copy that, 5021 David.

[car horn honks]

[tires screech]

Chicago PD!

We good?

Go, go!

Chicago PD!

Clear. Go!

[police sirens blaring]

[dogs barking]

I got right, I got right!

Chicago PD.

You seen two guys? Red hoodie?

They went into the church.

♪

Suspects went in the church, boss.

Door's locked.

All right. Cover the sides and rear.

Copy that.

I'm sorry, Officers, but unless you're here to pray, you can't come inside.

Okay, Father...

I have witnesses saw two men go inside your church that are suspects in a r*pe and m*rder.

We'll be very respectful, but we need to go in and get 'em.

First of all, they're not men. They're boys.

And they now have sanctuary inside this church.

Like hell they do.

Hey, Kenny.

We can't go in.

Father, there's no need to escalate the situation, okay?

A young woman was just m*rder*d in Washington Park.

The boys inside your church were at the scene of the crime.

But I just talked to them.

They said all they were doing was drinking.

That's great. If that's the case, send 'em out, I'll clear 'em.

I can't.

It's your church.

It's God's church.

These boys asked for my protection, and I've taken a sacred vow to provide sanctuary when it's requested.

And I've taken a sacred vow to protect the people of this city.

Now just because they're inside the church doesn't mean they're above the law.

Father, I grew up Catholic.

Priests in my church always respected the police.

And if you committed a sin, you were supposed to be punished.

I happen to know these boys.

They're in foster care. They have no parents.

They have no money for a lawyer.

There's nobody to stand for them except us, and we're not going anywhere.

All: We're not going anywhere!

[overlapping shouting]

You're gonna have to arrest all of us.

All: Amen.

That's right, amen.

All right, I want uniforms on every exit.

We're gonna clear and commandeer this building.

Get CPIC out here, bring mobile computers, set up a hard line.

We're not going anywhere either.

[tense music]

We're setting up a one block perimeter around the church.

There's more protesters on the way.

Let's go to our posts.

Forensics fast-tracked photos from the crime scene.

The M.E. says the victim's injuries are consistent with strangulation.

And she shows clear signs of sexual as*ault.

Vaginal tearing. They're running the DNA now.

DOA was Zoey Sims. 27 years old.

According to her Linkedin profile, she was a saleswoman at a relocation company.

She's not in any law enforcement databases, never been arrested.

The guy who does have a long rap sheet is the priest.

Father Bill McSorely's been arrested 11 times, civil disobedience stuff, most recently for defacing liquor billboards in his neighborhood.

Hey, uh, Al, don't you have some kind of beef with Father McSorely?

Father McSoundbite.

Loves to point fingers at cops.

Threw one of my old partners under the bus.

It's quite a scene out there.

Thanks for coming down.

Yeah, I understand you have a couple of suspects claiming sanctuary protection inside the church.

How long can they stay?

As long as the priest will have them.

Look at this.

Why are we waiting around on some custom?

Because, Kenny, it's not some back alley g*ng bust.

If we're gonna pull those boys out of that church with the whole city watching, it's gonna be with a warrant and an airtight case.

All right, check the POD footage on the park cameras.

And let's find out who Zoey is.

Okay, run her emails, check her phone records.

Oh, and let's notify her family before they hear it on the news.

Al, you and Burgess.

The parent never wants to believe it, you know?

Sometimes they push you away.

So, make sure we're inside before you give them the news.

Anything else?

Yeah, you're about to shatter somebody's world.

Just gotta deal with it.

Are you Lisa Sims?

Why?

We're Chicago PD. Do you mind if we come in?

What is this about?

It's better if we talk inside.

Is this about the girl they found in Washington Park?

Mrs. Sims...

My daughter jogs in that park.

Is this about Zoey?

I'm afraid it is.

[sobbing] Oh, God, no, no, no.

Ma'am, please.

[sobbing] No, no...

Ma'am... ma'am, please.

Please, please.

When I saw the news, I kept trying to call Zoey.

When she didn't pick up, I knew something was wrong.

I'm sorry. I know how painful this is, but we do have to ask a few more questions.

When was the last time you saw her?

Two weeks ago.

When she was sad, she would come over and we'd watch old movies.

Why was she sad?

Her boyfriend, Travis.

Zoey wanted to break up, but she was scared.

Scared? What? That he would hurt her?

That she'd hurt him.

They were high school sweethearts.

She changed, he didn't.

[gasps] Eddie.

I just got your message.

I'm sorry, who are you?

I'm Zoey's stepfather.

You know who k*lled her?

We have two suspects.

Then why are you here?

You should be out talking to them.

Eddie, they're just doing their job.

Yeah, all right. All right, look, just... can you just give us our space now?

Um...

Yeah.

Okay.

What was Zoey's boyfriend's last name though?

James.

Travis James, Chicago PD.

[thud, object shatters]

Open up!

What's going on in here?

[exhales]

I put my fist through a mirror.

[breathing hard]

When I found out, I just started breaking everything.

Without Zoey, I got nothing.

When was the last time you saw Zoey?

[exhales sharply] Two days ago.

You didn't see her this morning?

No, I was in bed.

Travis, Zoey's mom said the two of you were having problems.

That's not true. We were gonna get married.

Her mom said Zoey was breaking up with you.

What are you talking about?

Why are you even here?

The guys that k*lled Zoey are in that church.

Can anybody verify where you were this morning?

Yeah, my pillow.

[scoffs] You're gonna have to do better than that. Come on.

What? You gonna arrest me?

Go ahead. I got nothing left to lose.

No?

Great. Just leave me alone.

Okay, so I went through all of the POD footage from Washington Park.

As you can see right here on the north end of the park, we find Zoey Sims.

A bunch of different cameras can capture her along the way.

Right now, there's nobody really around.

But seven minutes later, We find our witness at the scene, Jane Henderson, who claims that she was followed by an African-American male in a red sweatshirt who shows up two minutes later right here.

Now after that, we don't have any cameras and we find the body 300 yards ahead in the woods.

Hey, we got a problem out here, come on.

Let's be brutally honest.

The history of justice for young black men at the hands of Chicago police has not been glorious.

If these boys are innocent, why not let them talk to police?

You don't think the police are capable of getting a confession from innocent people?

We're making a stand to bring transparency to this process.

How dare you!

You're protecting the monsters who k*lled my daughter.

Oh, Mrs. Sims, I am so sorry about your daughter.

I promise you I am holding her in my prayer...

[spits]

[commotion]

Get the K*llers out of your church!

[overlapping shouting]

Take it easy!

[commotion, shouting]

[dramatic musical sting]

Well, Father, you got a lot of people stirred up.

They're at each other's throats.

And it doesn't change the simple fact that the two boys in your church are suspects in a m*rder.

Let me clarify something.

I didn't ask those boys to come into my church.

The situation took on a life of its own.

Mm. And those news trucks, was that divine intervention?

I thought the CPD might need extra motivation to show restraint.

Here's all the motivation I need.

[distant background chatter]

Her name was Zoey Sims.

I don't need any more motivation, Father.

[inhales deeply] It's horrible what happened, but I have to give the boys the benefit of the doubt.

Publicly.

Father, the prints came back from the bottle of vodka found near the body.

Miles Vincent.

Jaylen Hines.

They the ones inside?

They're good kids.

They used to play basketball at the church league.

And they drifted.

You get born into this neighborhood, it's the opposite of winning the lottery.

Understand. You're worried about the boys.

But, Father, I'm worried that this thing is gonna get real ugly real fast if we don't open those doors.

When we first met and you were in the g*ng unit and I was holding that little boy's bleeding head in my hands, Kenyon Thompson... he was so scared.

And you and I watched the life go out of him.

I remember.

We said we would change things, and we haven't.

It's gotten worse.

We're on the front lines, and we're just watching, and nothing is changing.

Father, we're not gonna change anything by ignoring the victims.

Miles Vincent, 16 years old, and Jaylen Hines, 15 years old.

They're both in the foster care system, and they're both in the same home.

These boys have a history of trouble together.

They got popped for stealing a car stereo just last year.

What are we waiting around for?

Some angel to whisper into the priest's ear?

Relax.

Hey, you know who runs Wash Park?

Yeah, G-Park Lords.

All right, see if the boys were jumped into a g*ng.

And if we have to start throwing charges or arrests, you go at them with both barrels.

All right, I want to start building a timeline on these boys.

And let's talk to Zoey's coworkers, her friends.

Let's make sure we haven't overlooked anything.

Oh, this is a tragedy. I do...

I don't even know what to say.

This is Zoey's desk.

Was.

How long did Zoey work for you?

Four years. She worked all hours, and she was loyal to a fault.

Didn't it concern you then when she didn't show up this morning?

Well, I allow certain employees to work from home sometimes.

So long as the work gets done, and Zoey's work always got done.

You know him?

That's her boyfriend. They were having... issues.

She looks happy.

Well, like I said, she was loyal to a fault.

Hi, I'm Lara Michaels.

This is my wife.

I'm the CEO of this company, and, as I'm sure Kirby told you, Zoey was one of our most cherished employees.

So we want to help you in any way possible.

We're gonna want access to all of her work emails and call logs.

Whatever you need.

Whoever k*lled Zoey...

[knocking on door]

[rap music in background]

What's up, man?

Hey, T.J.

Your brother here?

Yeah.

Yo, Dougie.

♪

[man rapping over sound system]

♪

What up, Rix?

That girl, the one that got k*lled in the park.

Come on, man. I'm gonna k*ll some jogger lady?

Make it hotter around here? It's bad for business.

[exhales sharply]

All right, those two guys hiding in the church, Miles and Jaylen, they part of your crew?

Man, I seen them shorties around, but they ain't with us.

Look, man, I'm telling you straight.

All right. Do me a favor.

You hear anything about who k*lled that girl, anything, I want to know.

I'll keep my ears open.

All right.

Gonna be a lot of eyeballs on this thing.

If I were you, I'd close this store, I'd pull your guys, lay low till this thing blows over.

Hey, man, I owe you one, Rix.

You owe me a lot more than one.

[overlapping shouting]

Stay behind the line.

Why are you protecting them?

If you don't get them out of here, we will.

If you cross this line, you will be arrested.

You will be arrested!

You must stay behind the line.

So, I've been looking into Zoey's stepfather, Eddie Ryan.

This cat has two priors in Buffalo for domestic v*olence.

Let's see if he has an alibi for this morning.

Hey, you talk to that sh*t caller from G-Park Lords?

Yeah, I looked for him, but he skipped town.

The word on the street is these boys are clean.

There's no g*ng affiliations.

I got something. Open case file on Miles's mother, Arlene Vincent.

Postal worker, m*rder*d coming home from work.

No arrests were made, and get this, it happened exactly one year ago.

You're saying she was m*rder*d a year ago today?

Yeah.

That's why Miles was getting drunk in the park.

Sergeant?

You can speak with the boys on two conditions.

Inside the church, and no g*n.

[muffled crowd shouting]

[boys murmuring]

Excuse the mess. We're in the middle of the winter clothes drive.

Miles, Jaylen, this is Sergeant Voight.

Boys.

Man, what, man? We under arrest?

I just want to find out how a young woman was k*lled in Washington Park today.

Well, I don't know nothing about that.

Well, let's talk about what you do know, okay?

So you got a bottle of vodka, went to the park.

Jaylen, what happened out there?

We went to the woods, and I got sick.

From the vodka?

And then I kinda fell asleep.

The next thing I remember, Miles said we had to get our asses outta there.

Sorry, I didn't mean to swear.

It's all right.

So, Miles, you were alone?

And you must have been having some pretty dark thoughts.

I know your mother was k*lled a year ago today.

I can't imagine how... painful that memory is.

So you were drunk.

And you saw that jogger...

Zoey Sims.

Recognize her?

No.

See, the thing is about all these parks, they have cameras.

See, that's you, that's Zoey.

That picture's taken right before you chased her in the woods where she was k*lled.

[laughs] Come on, man.

Why is that funny?

'Cause... 'cause you think you know what went down.

And you don't.

So help me out.

All right, man, look.

The... the lady dropped her key.

Her key?

That's right, man, her key.

And I... and I went after her to give it back.

Then I had to get my drunk-ass homie.

Father... Father, I swear to God that's the truth.

If that's all that happened, why'd you run when the cops showed up?

'Cause I thought y'all were gonna try and hang something on me.

And... and look, that's exactly what happened.

[glass shatters]

All right, everybody out!

Come on, let's get out of here.

No, we can't take them out there!

We have no choice. Come on!

[dramatic music]

Atwood! Atwood, get over here!

Peterson, form a wedge! Get these boys to the car.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, Father.

Let's go!

Let's go!

[overlapping shouting]

It's all right. I got ya.

Come on. Jump in there, jump in there!

All right, here we go.

Keep down! Keep down!

Back away. Back up!

Hey, Sarge.

That's the guy that threw the cocktail right there.

[overlapping shouting]

Go, go! Get out of here! Let's go!

[sirens blaring]

Let's go!

Come on! Everybody, move back!

Stay away from the church!

[sirens blaring]

You don't believe their story.

They haven't been eliminated as suspects.

Still waiting on the DNA results.

At which point, you'll release them.

No. Hey.

Look, Father, even if the boys didn't k*ll Zoey, and that is a big "if," that means the k*ller's still out there.

And if the k*ller thinks we're hanging it on those boys, maybe he'll let his guard down.

You can't hold them for a m*rder they didn't commit.

Father, I will use every legal tool I've got.

And if the boys have to spend one night in lock-up to catch a k*ller, I can live with that.

Well, I'm staying till they're released.

All right, well, there's a snack room upstairs.

Let me know if you need quarters.

So you threw a Molotov cocktail into a church... in front of a hundred cops?

[laughing]

I'm not sure you really thought that one through.

Well, I was trying to do what you wouldn't do, which is get them out of there.

And it worked.

You got an alibi for this morning?

You got the guys that did this, thanks to me, so how about a thank you?

Travis, we know that you and Zoey were having problems, and now we know you got a violent temper.

I don't know. Maybe you threw the b*mb to throw attention to the black boys.

[scoffs] All right, you guys are a couple of clowns.

Sit down.

That's the second time you've jerked me around.

I'm not gonna ask you to sit down again.

One last time.

Who can vouch that you were home when Zoey was k*lled?

No one.

Well, then, you got a problem, slick.

Yeah. We got Zoey's landlord to let us inside.

We'll loop you in.

I can't believe this happened.

Zoey just moved in.

Anything you can tell us about her?

I really didn't know her that well.

She had good references on her application.

You said you have the apartment next door, right?

Uh-huh.

You ever see her with anybody?

Uh, sometimes. Her boyfriend.

He was here this morning.

You saw him?

I didn't. I heard them at first.

They were having an argument. Thin walls.

I saw them leave.

This him?

No.

You sure?

Yeah. Zoey's boyfriend is much more put together.

He's a suit type of guy.

Like, um... like this guy?

Yes.

That's who she was with.

I don't understand what I can add.

Didn't you catch Zoey's K*llers in the church?

Problem with those guys is they don't even have a motive for k*lling Zoey.

Well, maybe they don't need a motive.

Maybe they're animals.

Did your wife know you were having an affair with Zoey Sims?

Hmm?

I'll take that as a no.

How long were you sleeping with Zoey?

Look. Me and Zoey?

It wasn't serious.

Huh.

Now, Kirby, a guy having an affair with an employee in a company owned by his wife.

Now there's a motive.

[scoffs]

You gotta be kidding.

The landlord heard you arguing with Zoey and saw you leave.

It's true. I wanted to break it off and... and Zoey got upset.

She threatened to tell your wife.

You wanted to keep her quiet.

No, no.

It... it was an argument. Between two adults.

I mean, that's all we were, two consenting adults.

That's not against the law.

After your argument, Zoey went jogging.

Where did you go?

I was in a logistics meeting at the Public Hotel.

I swear. And there's ten people who can verify that.

Wh... screw it. Call my wife.

I had an affair with this woman.

But I didn't k*ll her.

Well, I checked Kirby Michael's alibi.

He was in a meeting at the time of Zoey's m*rder.

Anything on the stepfather?

No, Eddie Ryan's airtight, boss.

Three people put him at work at the time of Zoey's m*rder.

Violent stepfather, crazy boyfriend, sleazy boss.

Zoey sure had some winners in her life.

And the M.E. just finished the DNA test on Zoey.

There's no match for Miles or Jaylen.

So a day into this, and we're right back where we started.

Throw a wider net.

Go knock on doors. Talk to everyone again.

All right, check this out.

So Zoey stretches for about a minute before her jog, right?

And then if you freeze the image... right there.

She's looking at something.

Yeah.

Do we have other angles from this part of the park?

No, unfortunately.

What is she looking at?

So Zoey took this path into the park.

She stopped here to stretch.

And she looks over her shoulder.

She sees something in the woods back there.

Or someone.

Who was hiding here?

Bingo.

What?

They got cameras in those birdhouses.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Someone in there.

Huh.

I know that guy.

Yeah. He's the park worker who put the two boys at the scene of the m*rder.

Russell Tillman.

Ping his phone.

The number he gave me is out of service, but I got an address off his license.

3942 Wyoming Street.

Get a warrant. Let's hit it.

[tense music]

Clear.

Clear.

Both: Clear!

All right, we're all clear, Al, come on in.

Hey, Sarge, you're gonna want to see this.

[dark music]

[dramatic musical sting]

So this is the guy you got the witness statement from?

Russell Tillman? He was white.

Yo, Sarge, all these magazines are subscriptions to a John Gleason, but they're sent to this address.

Yeah, these are utility bills in John Gleason's name, but there's other mail here too going to Russell Tillman.

This is a pay stub from the Parks Department.

Maybe they were roommates. Had a falling out.

Guys, all this food here is fresh.

It's like Goldilocks just left.

Yeah, maybe not.

Erin, get these plates to forensics for prints.

You're gonna bed down here.

I want eyes inside and outside.

If Tillman doesn't know we're on to him, he just might come home.

[tense music]

♪

A place like this is the exact reason I've never been on Tinder.

Well, let me, uh, get this straight.

You called Tillman to follow up on a witness statement?

Correct. But the number was out of service.

And that didn't raise a red flag?

No, I just... I... I thought I wrote the number down wrong.

Al, come on. I was gonna chase it, but then something else jumped off.

You don't leave... something like that for later.

Would you... I thought it was my mistake.

It was.

Hank, we got a fingerprint off the dirty coffee cup.

It's a match for Russell Tillman.

He's got a few priors all across the south.

Animal cruelty, indecent exposure.

He was arrested for a peeping Tom in Texas and did three months in a psych ward there.

Drifter.

Well, the head in the freezer belongs to John Gleason.

He's also the owner of the house.

Sanitation worker, retired with full disability five years ago.

Now he only has one living relative.

It's a sister in St. Louis.

The last time they spoke, he told her that he took on a boarder.

He rented a room to Russell Tillman, who k*lled him.

Now it looks like Tillman kept cashing the disability checks.

The last one was cashed at a BofA on 40th Street ten minutes ago.

It's right near Gleason's house.

All right, does Gleason have a car registered in his name?

Yes, he does. 2005 red Silverado.

Hey, Sarge, you gotta hear this.

Sergeant Voight, you've had the boys for 24 hours.

If you don't release them, I'm gonna bring the press up here.

Father, we're on to something.

I'm asking you to give us a little more time.

Please.

[exhales]

There's a red Silverado just passing.

Tillman just got here.

Yep, copy that. Alerting tact team right now.

Is he coming?

No.

No, he's just... staying in his truck.

Come on.

He made us.

CPD! Stop your car!

[tires screech]

[horn blares]

[dramatic music]

♪

Continuing westbound! Continuing westbound!

[honking] Move.

Got him, got him, got him!

[car horn honks]

Just turned north on Western!

[car horn blares]

[tires screech]

[grunts]

We lost him going north on Western.

Yeah, we're on it.

There, there, there, go!

Slow down, slow down.

Clear.

Clear.

We found the truck abandoned at Dan Ryan Wood.

Suspect fled on foot, we are in pursuit.

Copy that.

[suspenseful music]

[g*nsh*t]

[both grunting]

[cracking] [screaming]

Stay down! I said stay down!

[screams] She broke my arm!

I'll break the other one.

[screams]

I figured nobody would believe my story in a million years, so I got rid of the body piece by piece.

And you just... you kept the head and the hands as souvenirs.

Fingerprints and teeth.

It's the parts they can trace you with.

It was... it was justified.

All you can get me for is unlawful disposal of body parts, but I... I had nothing to do with that girl.

You know what I think?

I think... I think you've had these urges for a long, long time.

And you've resisted them.

But when this thing with your roommate went down, something shifted for you. Hmm?

I told you, it was those two black kids.

[chuckles]

Okay.

I've been a cop, well, a lot of years.

There's one thing I hate.

I mean, I hate it when people blame the black kid.

I get it all the time.

I'll tell you something.

Please believe me when I tell you that... it's not gonna happen today.

'Cause you're gonna tell me the truth about what really happened.

I need medical attention.

Don't look at me.

It's your shoulder, right? Like this?

[screaming]

[panting]

You opened an old wound in this city.

Church got b*rned.

So you're gonna come off your story, and you're gonna tell me what happened... in this room, today, right now.

You... you're right.

I... [inhales]

I've had these...

I've had these feelings since I was born.

I've struggled and I've prayed.

I had a five-second rule.

Five-second rule.

Whenever I saw a woman, I would... start feeling... that way and...

I forced myself to look away after five seconds.

But when... when I saw her in the park yesterday...

[chuckles]

What was the point?

You guys were just gonna arrest me for Gleason, eventually.

[dark music]

♪

Why deny myself?

And you know something?

Hmm?

It was everything I could have hoped for... and more.

[screaming]

Miles, Jaylen, you're free to go.

So, we just get to walk out?

Just... just like that?

Just like that.

And I'm sorry.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, hold on, hold on.

Did y'all catch the guy who k*lled the lady in the park?

We did.

[sighs] I'm glad.

Bill.

Hank.

Come on in.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yeah.

I also know people in South Wash.

I know you talked to Little Dougie.

Yeah. Yeah, I questioned him.

He gave us the information we needed.

The kids had no g*ng affiliation.

There was nothing else to chase, so...

Why'd you lie about it?

I put a dozen bad guys in jail thanks to the intel that Dougie gave me.

I just want to leave his name out of it.

Look, Kenny, I brought you here for a reason, and you're doing great so far.

I even expected a little turbulence.

But if you ever withhold information from me again, I will bounce your ass right out of here.

Night, Al.

[soft music]

What?

Thanks, partner.

Yeah, no problem.

So before anyone leaves, we're taking donations to help rebuild the church.

Okay, how much we need?

Uh, about 5 grand. That's just materials.

Got a long way to go.

Yeah, so dig deep. It's for the church.

[beeping]

One man's trash is another man's treasure.

Detective Olinsky, I was hoping to see you.

Amazing, isn't it?

Sometimes it takes a crisis to bring people together.

Help us to heal.

I'm just dropping off the beer.

[lightly edgy music]

♪

But y'all feel what I'm saying, right?

I understand, but listen, you don't gotta look at me like that. I've run from cops before.

It's okay. I just did it last week.

I was at the 7-Eleven, and I was, you know, buying stuff for the house.

Naturally, that's where black people get our groceries.

[laughter]

I hear the squad car pull up, I heard it pull up.

I get terrified.

First thing I do is run right out the door and I'm down the street.

Took me about, you know, 30 seconds before I hit myself and said, "Why the hell am I running? I'm the damn police."

[laughter]

"Hell, I didn't do nothing."

Man, but one day... one day it ain't gonna be like that.

For any of us.

I just hope I'm around to see it.

[applause]