07x20 - Silence of the Night

[bunniefuu]

[siren whoops]

Out of the car nice and slow.

You feel like a man now, huh?

Get your black ass on your knees right now!

[g*nshots]

Those punks m*rder*d Daryl over nothing...

Driving while being black.

I've done research on this cop Doyle.

He's got a track record.

This isn't about you anymore.

This is about the future of Chicago.

You gotta do what you think is right.

Just keep in mind, you're a cop.

- You backed me?

I appreciate that, bro.

No, I didn't come down here to shake hands and make up.

[both grunting]

You may not go down for that m*rder, but I will get your badge one way or the other.

- It's pizza.

It can't be that bad.

- It is.

It's like a sheet of paper.

Well, deep dish is waiting.

When you're back, we'll hit Bartoli's.

Deal.

You are coming back, right?

Yeah, I miss the wind...

and you.

So you miss me, do you?

Shut up.

I gotta go.

- Yeah, talk soon.

Morning, Sarge.

Hey, listen, Adam and Kim are case-on-case on this thing, - so take us through.

- All right.

Three months ago, an unlicensed mini U*i was used by a deranged white male in a black church sh**ting.

Now, luckily for us, nobody was seriously injured.

A week ago, the same type of U*i was used in a drive-by at a G-Park Lord's funeral.

We got two dead.

The sh**t was caught, but he lawyered up.

OCD Intel says the Uzis were stolen in Indiana and then transported into town.

Our top priority target is this guy, Tony Reed, part-time biker, part-time alt-right agitator.

He did two stints in Danville for meth distro before pivoting into g*ns.

Now, Tony, he stays in the shadows and relies on these small-time punks to distribute the weapons, like this guy, JHawk261, who posted that charming photo on Instagram two days ago.

And we got Kev in play as a buyer.

Plan is, bust this JHawk, get him to flip on Reed.

Does JHawk know you're black?

Yeah, I'm fronting as a big dog for the 88th Street Vipers.

My vibe is, he likes selling to brothers because he feels like we're just gonna wipe each other out, help his cause anyway.

We got a get-to-know-you offer for five Uzis on the table, the meeting's in two hours, and I can't wait.

All right, as soon as Kev makes the sale, we move in fast.

He reaches for a w*apon, light his ass up.

- Copy that.

- Let's go.

- We got eyes on Kev.

Red Camry pulling up.

I'm running the tags now.

[keyboard clacking]

Okay, car belongs to Jeffrey Alan Hill.

He's got two priors for meth possession.

I'm guessing this is JHawk.

- [car beeps]

- You shopping?

- You JHawk?

- That's me.

You serious?

All good.

Let's go inside.

That wasn't part of the plan.

That's where the groceries are, dude.

Let's do it.

[ominous music]

♪ [sighs]

- 'Sup, boys?

Where are the sweepers?

- D's cleaning them.

- Where the hell's D?

Right here.

Polished and shined, thing of beauty.

I'm telling you, these things are gonna blow you away.

♪ Whoa, boss.

You gotta be kidding me.

That's Tom Doyle.

- Mm.

- Who the hell's Tom Doyle?

He's a cop.

Who pulled over Atwater while he was undercover - and put a g*n to his head.

- Easy, easy.

If he's dirty, we got a problem.

Just let it play.

What the hell is this?

Huh?

[tense music]

A lot of buyers in Chicago.

You bring this?

The only color Reed cares about is green.

Anybody even bother to do the 411 on him?

♪ I'm just here for business.

We still got a deal or not?

You need to get up on out of here, you hear me?

I said run along, son.

Don't call me son.

♪ I'ma give you a call later, bro, when you realize that your boy here's trippin' and he don't know what the hell he's talking about.

I said run along.

♪ What the hell was that?

Spoke to Platt.

Apparently, Area South's got Doyle working undercover with Tony Reed's crew.

- Doyle's patrol.

- He got promoted to detective.

Why didn't Area South deconflict this?

I'm going to talk to his sergeant right now, and believe me, I'm gonna find out.

The deconfliction screwup is on us, Hank.

Someone made a mistake with the paperwork.

That's a hell of a mistake, Kenny.

Yeah, one of my guys put Reed's alias into the system - instead of his real name.

- Huh.

How long's Doyle been under?

Here, have a seat.

Three months.

It's a long play to close in on Reed.

Huh.

Hey, how about we compare notes, work together?

Think that's our best sh*t to take down Reed.

Eh, I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Hey, look, Hank.

I know what went down last year between Doyle and Atwater.

I don't think it'd be a problem on our end.

The kid's a good cop.

It's the only reason I put him up for detective.

Got nothing to do with his father, his two cousins?

Yeah, I know he's got a lot of family on the job, but that wasn't the reason.

On my kids.

Okay, let's do it.

Tony Reed is the head of the snake of this g*n-trafficking organization.

He's elusive and cagey.

Always works through an intermediary like Jeffrey Hill.

That's the reason I put Doyle under with him.

Huh.

Best way to get access to Reed.

Hill's real loyal too.

Thinks Reed is some kind of visionary.

That's why I k*lled the bust.

No way that Hill flips.

All right, so how do we get Reed to the table, then?

Increase the size of the purchase.

Hmm.

If it's a big enough deal, Reed will wanna be there.

Okay, good, then we have Atwater go back there with a bigger, better order, right?

Say 50 weapons instead of five.

- All right.

Gear up.

Hey, hey, you got a...

Hey, Kevin.

What's up?

Just want to, uh, clear the air about that meet.

- You were doing your job.

I get it.

I was in character.

These guys, they're real racists.

I just had to play along.

Must've been hard.

Come on, man.

Let's put that behind us, okay?

You and me, let's focus on locking up Reed.

I come in peace.

I just wanna make a good bust here.

Okay.

I'll let you know when I get a bite.

Yeah.

[g*nf*re]

- How does it feel?

- Like you're making my day.

What we talking?

If you got for 50, I'll cut you a deal.

$1,500 apiece.

Sure you can cover that?

You tell me.

How's that look?

Real good.

Why do you need all these g*ns?

There's a w*r on the way to the South Side.

Everybody's strapping up.

So much for protecting your fellow black man, huh?

Excuse me?

You sell these g*ns to blacks, they k*ll more blacks.

You don't got a problem with it, I sure as hell don't.

Just business.

[helicopter rotors whirring]

- Okay.

I'll set up a meeting.

I'll call my man right now.

What the hell's a helicopter doing circling out here?

♪ Hey, relax.

Sounds like it's going away, all right?

Sounds like it's circling back around.

I don't like it.

What the hell's going on?

Maybe they're friends of yours.

What the hell does that mean?

Are you a cop?

Let's everybody just calm down, all right?

- Something ain't right here.

You a cop?

- Huh?

- Let's go.

♪ That what this is?

Hey, let's just take it easy, all right, J?

- [both grunting]

- Hey, hands up!

- Stay down, stay down.

- Don't sh**t, don't sh**t!

Keep your hands up!

- You were right.

We are the police.

- Kev, you guys all right?

- We all good.

- Yeah.

- You got him?

Yeah.

Nice work.

♪ - Good looking out.

- Yeah, sure thing.

♪ .

You get anything from Hill?

- Not a damn thing.

- Huh.

He's a true believer in that r*cist punk Tony Reed.

Hold on.

This is the burner phone we took off of Hill.

It's blowing up right now with text messages from a Blue88.

Yeah, that's, uh, Reed's code name.

Huh.

It looks like Reed's hot and heavy to do this big sale with Atwater.

You got a relationship with Reed?

Yeah, he likes me.

- I want you to text him back.

Pretend to be Hill.

Tell him you've vetted Atwater, the deal's on, only you can't make it, you know, family emergency.

- What's your cover name?

- McDonald.

Yeah, suggest McDonald go in his place.

- You cool with that?

- Yeah.

- All right, start texting.

See if he takes the bait.

[ominous music]

♪ Atwater's heading toward the entrance.

- Copy that.

I have eyes on him.

I assume that's one of Reed's boys.

And we've got a good feed.

Why, 'cause he's white and tatted up?

Maybe he's an honor student waiting for the bus.

Don't judge a book by its cover, man.

'Sup, Scorpio?

- Big man inside?

- Been here 15 minutes.

♪ Sorry to keep you waiting.

Here's the guy we been talking about.

Came ready to play.

Let's see it.

I counted it.

It's good.

And I threw in an extra G in good faith that you deliver quality, this won't be the last time.

I'm always looking for reliable business partners.

♪ [inhales sharply]

Here's a Christmas present.

Next time, I'll wrap them for you.

Only if you use the paper with the candy canes.

That's my favorite.

- Chicago PD!

- Don't move!

Get them up high!

- On the ground!

- Get your hands up!

- Get down!

- Down on your knees.

Down!

You're under arrest, Tony.

♪ It's all you.

Hey.

- Nice bust, man.

- Yeah, man, you too.

- How 'bout a beer?

- Nah, I can't.

I'ma call it an early night so I can get started on this paperwork.

- Come on.

We just made a nice pinch.

- Nice work, boys.

- Yeah.

Look, I don't wanna go there, but I will if I have to.

What are you talking about?

Well, I pretty much saved your life yesterday, so I figured the least you could do is let me buy you a stinking beer.

[sighs]

Okay, let's do it.

This was my first undercover case.

Congrats.

You did good work.

- Thanks, man.

You too.

It's fun, the whole undercover thing.

You know, it's kinda like being an actor.

Yeah.

Except these b*ll*ts are real.

[chuckles]

Yeah.

Hey, uh, so look...

The thing that happened last year with me and you...

I just want to apologize.

I, uh, wish I handled that better.

Let's not do this.

- Do what?

- Talk about last year.

You did what you did.

Nothing can change that.

Yeah, no, I know, but it's not as simple as you're trying to make it here.

- We ain't gonna do this.

You can pull over.

Just let me out.

I'll call an Uber.

- You serious?

- I'm dead serious.

Pull over.

No, I'm not gonna let you out here.

Look around, man.

It's a w*r zone.

I'll be fine.

I'll drive you back to the district, okay?

And we don't have to talk about last year or anything else, for that matter.

I'll just shut up and be your damn chauffeur.

[sighs]

You seeing what I'm seeing?

- Talking about?

- That guy over there with the bag...

looks suspicious.

- Why?

'Cause he's black?

Yeah.

100 bucks says he heads into that drug den over there.

Drug den?

What the hell makes you think that's a drug den?

- Look around.

It is what it is.

That is a brother in a known g*ng zone, carrying a bag, walking into a stash house.

Based off of what theory?

- Pfft.

Statistics.

- What the hell you doing?

- Being a cop.

- Yo, what's in the bag?

- Nothing.

- Hey, I'm police.

I asked you a question.

What's in the bag?

Doyle, get your dumb ass back in the car.

- I don't got nothing.

Yo, relax.

- I said I ain't got nothing.

- I am relaxed.

- You relax.

- Hey, man, keep it moving.

- Quit walking.

Talk.

Doyle, let it go!

Like I said, I ain't got nothing.

- Hey, stop.

I asked you a question.

Why you sweatin'?

I wanna know what's in the bag.

[horn honks]

- Quit moving back!

- Get off me, man!

♪ [g*nshots]

Hey!

♪ Doyle!

[g*nshots continue]

Chicago PD!

Doyle, where are you?

- Go, go.

5-0, 5-0.

[g*nshots]

♪ [shouts]

♪ Hey, hey.

It's all right.

Hold on, hold on.

10-1, this is Officer Atwater, badge number 52784.

I need an ambo to 8701 Grafton.

And officer has been sh*t.

I repeat, an officer is down.

I'm right here with you.

I just need you to fight, Doyle.

I need you to fight.

Okay?

You gonna be good.

- [whimpers]

- Just focus on me.

Focus on me, focus on me.

Just stay with me.

Fight.

I need you to fight.

I got you.

I got you.

Stay right here.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

.

Doyle got into it with the guy over the bag.

Okay.

- But the only thing in the bag: sneakers.

Oh, God.

There's this heroin right here.

So what are you saying?

Did the dr*gs come from the duffel or what?

I don't know.

- Hey, I got briefed outside.

You okay?

- I'm good.

Is Doyle gonna survive?

He's in surgery.

Here's what we know so far.

We've got one offender down, no ID, so we're labeling him a John Doe.

Hey, Vanessa, did we find out who owns this property?

Not yet, but it was definitely being used as a stash house.

I found a kilo in the air-conditioning unit, there's heroin right there, and Gangster Prophet graffitied all over the place.

All right, what about the two guys who fled the scene?

- You get a look at them, Kev?

- No, not really.

It was two males, black, 20s.

I got a witness, gave the same description, saw them fleeing in a blue sedan.

It's probably a Ford.

Got partial plates.

All right, these guys sh*t at the police, you hear me?

[cell phone buzzing]

I don't give a damn what we gotta do.

[dramatic music]

♪ Doyle didn't make it.

He's dead.

♪ So we do whatever we gotta do to find these guys.

You understand me?

♪ Detective Doyle was talking to a male, black, right outside this door right here.

Seemed like a routine stop and frisk.

The offender ducked into the building.

[camera shutter clicks]

Doyle ran inside.

I jumped out the car, heard g*nshots.

Entered the same door, engaged with two offenders, fired five sh*ts.

The offenders fled out the back.

I noticed Doyle bleeding out.

Immediately rendered aid and called a 10-1.

- That's good enough for now.

I'll be in touch.

♪ [cell phone buzzes]

[sighs]

Guy came so close to being the next mayor of Chicago.

Trudy, what are you doing here?

I came to give you a ride home.

Thanks.

- You're welcome.

What's up?

People are getting together at Doyle's father's place right now.

Yeah, that's a hard one.

But you should probably go, huh?

I'll go with you if you want.

- Please.

- Come on.

♪ [indistinct chatter]

Thanks for coming by.

I did everything I could.

- Thanks for coming, Trudy.

- Yeah, anything I can do.

I just wanna thank everyone for coming by to pay your respects.

We got, uh, lots of beer, cold cuts, and pizza over here, so eat up, have a few drinks, and every now and then, raise a glass to Tommy Doyle.

[laughs]

He loved being blue.

He loved being a Chicago cop.

And that feeling of brotherhood and love that we all share...

[sighs]

That meant everything to him.

To Tommy.

All: To Tommy.

May he rest in peace.

♪ Thanks, Jim.

Appreciate you coming by.

The father's right over there.

Can you say a few words?

Thank you.

Mr.

Doyle.

Kevin Atwater.

[whispers indistinctly]

♪ Appreciate you coming by, Kevin.

It's a good Irish name.

Yeah, I'm proud of it.

Look, I heard...

I heard what happened in there.

I know you tried to help my boy.

Thank you.

That means a lot.

♪ Only silver lining is, he went out a hero.

His name will be memorialized on the wall.

Not many people get to say that.

♪ [sighs]

Detective Thomas Doyle...

All right, I want updates.

We get a hit on this blue sedan?

No, but we're still working on it.

Well, let's work harder.

We got two cop K*llers in the wind.

[sighs]

I got an ID on the John Doe offender.

- Okay.

- His name is, uh, Shawn Page.

Married, no priors.

I also confirmed that the b*ll*ts that k*lled Page were fired from Doyle's g*n.

All right, so talk to Page's family, see if they know anything about the other two offenders.

Okay, boss, that, um...

you know, might be a little tricky.

Her husband was just sh*t to death.

So was a Chicago police officer.

I don't really care if it's tricky.

Just get me some answers.

Copy.

♪ [clears throat]

♪ Ma'am, I'm Officer Ruzek.

This is Officer Atwater.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Excuse me?

About your husband, ma'am.

My husband's dead 'cause y'all sh*t his ass.

So I ain't gonna be answering any questions.

We understand how difficult this has to be, Mrs.

Page.

[sighs]

♪ Please.

Amir, go with Auntie.

Mama has to talk to the police.

♪ That little boy's daddy is dead.

We're very sorry for that.

But right now, we have to find the two men that your husband went to visit.

We believe they sh*t and k*lled a Chicago police officer.

You acting like it's just another day at the damn office, like somehow my husband deserved what he got.

- No.

We're not saying that.

The hell you not!

You come over to my house the day after my husband got sh*t for no damn reason, and you want me to help you?

Ma'am, believe me, this is the hardest part of the job.

Your damn job cost my husband his life.

And for what?

He was going to visit his cousin, just going to drop off a pair of Air Jordans for his birthday.

I saw that press conference.

That bitch acted like Shawn was a criminal.

Just another young brother who got mixed up with dr*gs, right?

Well, that's a damn lie.

Shawn...

was a good man, a good father.

And he wasn't no damn gangbanger, so please...

can you get the hell out?

Let me and my family grieve in peace, please.

Ma'am.

Please!

Get the hell out!

Get out!

♪ .

- Kev, I got something.

- Hmm?

Sarge, we got a hit on the blue sedan.

Patrol saw it pulling into a house in Englewood.

Both the house and the car are registered to this guy, Jamal Pierce.

- This guy got a sheet?

- No, he's clean.

No g*ng ties, but the house is in the middle of a Gangster Prophet stronghold.

Is this one of the guys from the sh**t-out?

- Not sure.

It happened so fast.

Yeah, well, this could be our cop k*ller.

Get in touch with Nolan's crew.

Let's grab this guy now.

[tense music]

All right, we just pulled in around the corner from Jamal's place.

Kev, where you at?

Outside of Jamal's place, posted by the back alley.

- Halstead?

- We're five minutes out.

All right, we wait till everyone's in position.

Copy that.

♪ That's him.

- We got eyes on the offender.

West alley, moving in.

Jamal Pierce, Chicago PD.

- Stop right there!

- Uh!

- Where you going, Jamal?

Huh?

- Dude, I ain't do nothing!

- You gotta relax.

We still gotta get in the house.

Let's go.

Move.

Walk.

Look at me.

You sh**t a cop last night?

What the hell are you talking about?

You hang out at that building over on Grafton Street?

- No, man!

- Stop lying!

Hey.

- You sh*t my partner.

I'd start talking.

Look, I ain't sh**t nobody!

- [grunts]

- That's enough!

Do not tell me how to police!

Sergeant.

Offender disobeyed an order.

Fled.

'Cause I ain't do nothing!

Shut up.

A Chicago police officer was just m*rder*d.

Your car was at the scene.

You better give me an alibi real fast, you understand me?

Now, where were you last night around 7:00?

- I was at my uncle's house.

It was his birthday.

Hmm.

Look, I got pictures on my phone!

Then give me.

- Give me!

- [breathing heavily]

I was there from 6:30 till past midnight.

- What's the passcode?

- 2121.

Then who was driving your car?

- Look, I don't know!

- You don't know?

Bad time to get amnesia, Jamal.

You got three seconds, or I will b*at your ass to a pulp.

Jamal, this gauze over here, who is that for?

Huh?

All right, listen to me, Jamal.

You work with us, we can help you.

You let someone borrow your car?

Someone who got injured?

Yeah.

- Okay, good.

Who?

- My friend Terrence.

- Okay.

Is Terrence in your house right now?

Yeah.

He's in my basement with some other dude.

All right, listen to me.

You did the right thing.

All right, give me the keys.

♪ [muffled chatter]

♪ Clear.

♪ - Hey!

Don't even think about it.

- Get your ass down.

- Up!

- Down!

- On the ground.

- Up!

- [grunts]

What are you looking at?

Put your hands behind your back.

[grunting]

Come on, man!

Watch my arm!

Ain't the body part you need to be worrying about where you're going.

♪ At least we got the guys who sh*t Doyle.

- Ain't much, but it's something.

- We're arresting Jamal?

Damn right, we are.

Son of a bitch was harboring two cop K*llers, buying them bandages.

He's gotta do time for that.

He also gave us his friends.

I think we need to take that into consideration.

You seem to have a lot of issues with the way I do my job.

No, I got issues with the way you put your hands on people.

I thought he k*lled my partner.

Truth is, if you were a better cop, none of this would've happened.

Doyle would still be here.

Doyle is dead because of Doyle!

He did it to himself 'cause he's a r*cist son of a bitch!

Don't disrespect my partner!

[both yelling]

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey.

Bro, take a walk, huh?

♪ Jeez.

♪ - You okay?

- I'm nowhere close to okay.

♪ Listen to me, Terrence.

We went through your friend's car.

We found the m*rder w*apon, shell casings, and plenty of blood.

I think we both know that the blood DNA's gonna come back to you.

Damn straight, it will, 'cause that prick sh*t me.

So you admit you sh*t Detective Doyle?

- Hell yeah!

We wasn't doing nothing.

Man, we were just minding our own business, playing "Fortnite." Maybe I was about to do some partying.

I know you found my baggie of dope.

Saying that...

Saying that to prove I ain't hiding anything.

And this white boy came to the door, b*ating my guy Shawn, talking about he'll sh**t all our monkey asses.

Dude pulled a g*n, started waving it.

- Hold up.

No.

You're saying he pulled his g*n first?

Yes.

So I reached for my g*n.

Then all hell broke loose.

So you're saying the police sh*t first?

- I ain't saying.

That's exactly what happened.

Uh-huh.

Shawn was just dropping off a pair of new sneakers.

- Huh.

- He ain't even in a g*ng.

Not even a little.

Telling y'all...

we was just protecting ourselves.

- Self-defense?

Really?

That ain't gonna fly, trust me.

You and your buddy were sitting on a couple of kilos of dope when a Chicago police officer entered the premises to investigate, and you two open fire.

That's the way it happened!

And I'm telling you, that's the way the jury's gonna see it too.

You can say whatever you want, but that ain't even close to how it went down.

Man, you don't know what went down.

I'm about to tell you what's gonna go down.

- [screams]

- Reconsider.

- Sarge, Sarge, Sarge.

Let me talk to you.

[whimpers]

♪ This better be good.

No, you're not about to like what I'm finna say.

I think they're telling the truth.

The hell are you talking about?

I'm telling you what I should've told you earlier.

There was no probable cause.

Doyle saw a black man walking down the street and started profiling.

And that man was Shawn Page?

Wasn't doing anything suspicious.

He was just a black man in a bad neighborhood holding a duffel bag, and Doyle started following him.

Eyeballed him, hopped out of the car, jammed him up.

And that's when everything popped off.

Kevin.

Listen to me.

If what you're saying is true..

We got a big problem.

♪ It's true.

♪ And now that I know that Page wasn't even in the g*ng...

he was just a regular dude that was dropping off a pair of Jordans to his cousin.

This is bad.

♪ Gotta say something.

[sighs]

I can't just sit on this.

I gotta say something.

♪ .

Thanks for meeting me.

What's going on?

- [sighs]

I'm starting to hear things.

What kinda things?

- Your guy Atwater.

- Uh-huh.

[sighs]

Word is, he might be looking to stir up trouble, make a stink about how Doyle's sh**ting went down.

I don't know nothing about that.

Well, whether you do or you don't, I'm here to tell you it's a bad idea.

Mm-hmm.

Atwater tries to make this thing racial, tries to ruin the legacy of a good, hardworking cop, a guy with lots of friends and family in the rank and file, there will be repercussions.

Sounds like you're making a thr*at, Kenny.

I'm just telling you how it is.

No, let me tell you how it is.

Kevin Atwater's like a son to me.

You go after him, you better come after me too.

[tense music]

♪ [knock at door]

Hmm?

Just got a call from COPA.

They wanna...

They wanna talk to you this afternoon.

Hmm?

Thought about how you wanna play it?

I'ma tell the truth.

I can't stay silent.

Oh, I get that.

I do, however...

Want you to understand that...

It's not that simple, Kevin.

Sarge...

No, bro, I'm not giving you advice.

I mean, you're the only one who can make this decision.

Okay?

I just wanna give you some facts, lay out certain realities...

So you have all the information to make that decision, you understand?

Now, first of all, you tell the truth...

I mean, those two bangers we grabbed, they're gonna walk.

And Doyle's m*rder becomes a justifiable homicide, and the dr*gs we seized, they disappear too.

- Fruit of the poisonous tree.

- I get that.

Yo, Kev, like I told you, I'm not here to debate you.

Second: I mean, if you tell the truth...

[sighs]

You know, we're gonna catch heat for Page's death.

That becomes a wrongful police sh**ting.

[dramatic music]

I mean, you're staring down one hell of an Internal Affairs investigation.

♪ And this city is going to be sued for millions.

Millions.

And I honestly could give a damn about any of that.

That's problems we can handle, issues...

Kevin.

What I do care about, what does concern me...

Is Doyle's friends and family.

Man, that kid was third-generation police.

He's got more uncles and cousins on the force than anybody I ever heard of.

And you're going after his reputation, his...

his character.

I mean, you're gonna tarnish his legacy.

Believe me, those people are gonna close ranks.

Hard.

Fast.

♪ I know.

♪ Anyway, you gotta ask yourself, I mean, really ask yourself...

How bad do you wanna be right?

♪ [door buzzes]

[laughs]

- Yeah.

- All right.

Hey.

- Good to see you again, Ray.

- Thanks for stopping by.

I don't get too many visitors.

Well, like I told you on the phone, I'm looking for advice.

Type of advice I feel only somebody like you can give.

[chuckles]

Somebody like me?

I'm not sure what that means anymore.

That means a man.

A black man who's seen the world, knows how it works.

Knows when to fight and when to listen.

All right, so tell me what's going on, Kevin.

Tell me how I can help.

It's like what MLK said, tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people.

It's the silence over that by the good people.

- He's right.

It is.

It is the silence, the acceptance, and sometimes you just gotta take a stand, no matter how risky it is, to let the chips fall where they fall, right?

But you gotta be the right person to do that.

You gotta be strong through and through.

The God's honest truth is, being a hero, being brave, it's hard.

It don't pay the bills or do much else.

♪ The only thing it does get you is peace of mind and the belief that you've made a difference.

And it's that belief, that feeling, that has to be good enough, because if you expect more...

if you looking for praise and high-fives, they ain't gonna be coming.

And the hardest part?

No matter how principled you could be or how big the damn stand you decide to take, the odds of something actually changing for the better are close to zero.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

What are you saying, Ray?

I'm just talking about reality.

And the reality is, you ain't no Martin Luther King.

♪ So what I'm saying, youngblood...

[sighs]

Only a fool would take on what you're talking about.

So if I was you...

I'd keep my mouth shut, keep doing what I'm doing: policing the way you police, looking out the way you look out.

And maybe, just maybe...

♪ That might be good enough.

♪ But I'm not you, am I?

♪ Doyle and I had just made an arrest.

Big g*n dealer named Tony Reed.

We were feeling pretty good about ourselves, so we decided to celebrate...

Get a beer.

On the way to the bar, Doyle noticed a male, black, walking down the street.

He was carrying a bag, duffel bag.

♪ There is no right or wrong, Kev.

You did what you had to do, what you felt was right.

I mean, I can't make any promises on how this is gonna play out, but I'll tell you one thing.

Adam and I and all of Intelligence, bro, we got your back no matter what.

That means a lot, Sarge.

♪ Here's to having the guts to tell the truth.

[sighs]

To tell your truth.

♪ Your truth.

[ominous music]

♪ - [car door clicks shut]

- [sighs]

♪ Hell no.

♪ Is this what we doing?

You coming for me?

If you coming for me, then come on.

Okay?

Just me and you.

I ain't going nowhere.

♪ Where you going?

[engine turning over]

I ain't going nowhere.

[engines turning over]

So that's what it is?

So that's what it is, huh?

Well, come on!

I know exactly what time it is!

You think I'm going anywhere?

'Cause I'm not!

Y'all got the right one!

Y'all know exactly where I'm at!

I'm right here!

I'm right here!

♪ .

[dark investigative music]

♪ [wolf howls]