01x18 - Innocent Bystander

[bunniefuu]

Narrator: Where
society sends its failures.

[Ice cube's "what can I do"]

♪ Uh♪

♪ ta dow uh ♪

♪ ta dow, how ya like
me now I'm in the mix ♪

♪ it's 1986 and I got the fix ♪

♪ with the chicken and a
quota got the baking soda ♪

♪ let the water boil
workers all loyal ♪

♪ dropped out the 12th
'cause my wealth is shorter ♪

♪ than a m*dget on his
knees now I slang keys ♪

♪ infest my hood with
crack, I'm the mack ♪

♪ take a nation of
millions to hold me back ♪

♪ too big for my britches
and I got b*tches ♪

♪ now I'm hittin' switches
n*gg*s want my riches ♪

♪ used to get 18
when my g was alive ♪

♪ now a key is 13


♪ another summer, get down ♪

♪ police ain't get no dumber ♪

♪ streets dried up used
to think it would last ♪

♪ but being a king-pin
is a thing of the past ♪

♪ they tried to blast me
for slingin' a boulder ♪

♪ now I got my
a*s in Minnesota ♪

♪ got my own crew
it's all brand new ♪

♪ damn, what can I do? Ooh ♪

♪ ta dow, what can I do? ♪

♪ Ta dow, how ya like me now ♪

♪ ta dow, what can I do ♪

♪ ta dow, how ya
like me now fool ♪

♪ now, I'm on the
run with a g*n ♪

♪ and this fool I don't
know pedal to the floor ♪

♪ swervin', servin'
all of the pigs ♪

♪ just because they
try'na split my wig ♪

♪ I'm in custody lapd ♪

♪ one more felony
strike number three ♪

♪ 25 to life in cell block 2 ♪

♪ it's true, that's
what I gotta do ooh ♪

♪ ta dow, uh, ta dow, uh ♪

♪ ta dow, how you like me now ♪

♪ ta dow, what can I do ♪

♪ ta dow, how you like me now ♪

♪ Westside what can
I do what can I do ♪

♪ ice cube, what can
I do what can I do ♪

♪ what can I do ooh ♪

[Theme music playing]

[Upbeat music playing]

[Indistinct chatter]

Yo, can ya do me a
favor and cover for me

'cause I gotta be out?

Sure. Who's the unlucky girl?

Ain't no unlucky
girl, all right?

Gina's comin' back from
her aunt's in Puerto Rico,

so I thought I'd surprise her
and pick her up at the airport.

- Ya know, take her out to lunch.
- [Laughs]

Your cheap a*s is gonna
take her out to lunch?

Well, if you ask me, sounds
like somebody's whipped.

- [Makes whipping sounds]
- Mm-hmm.

I ain't askin' you.

Torres, Williams.

You got a high
priority assignment.

There's a double homicide.

One adult male latino and
another African-American boy.

Their bodies are
down by the boat basin.

- That's where my son plays.
- Cooper: Yeah.

The kid's identified
as Lonnie Samuels.

He's 10 years old.

We're on it.

[Upbeat music playing]

[Siren wailing]

Listen, you, uh, you
check on these guys.

I'll go talk to the father.

Maybe there's some
more witnesses.

All right.

[Sighs]

Mr. Samuels,

I just want to say that i'm...

I'm really sorry about
what happened to your son.

Can you do me
a favor, detective?

Sure. Anything.

You get the man that
did it to him, you hear?

You got it.

Los huesos.

J.c.!

[Indistinct chatter]

Hell of a lot of pocket change.

Looks like somebody
broke open their piggy bank.

His name was Ramon
Sanchez. No priors.

He's a member of this
g*ng called los huesos.

Drugs. Extortion.

Witnesses?

Nope. Nobody saw nothin'.

As in, they're
too afraid to talk.

Ah, great. So...

Now we don't know
whether it was a rival g*ng

or their own
people. That's good.

Well, we've arrested a
couple of los huesos before.

I think it's time to have
another conversation.

Yo, Williams.

What's up, Chantal?
Now is not the time.

If your partner can manage to...

- J.c.: Okay, make it quick.
- Tear himself away

from his personal affairs

maybe you can
check that g*ng out.

G is gonna have to
wait right now, all right?

I can't. I'm at work.

You can't handle this?

All right.

Soon as I can. Peace.

Problema, senor?

Something's goin' on with g.

I'm tellin' ya, man, it
never ends with kids.

Don't do it.

I gotta log in this cash

and record all
these serial numbers.

That's gonna take
some time so, uh,

why don't ya go do your thing?

Thanks.

[Upbeat music playing]

J.c.: Chantal, I
cannot leave my job

every time you think
my son's trippin'.

You don't think when I
was his age I got outta line?

This is not about him
tripping, j.C., okay?

Do you know he was in the
park when that kid got k*lled?

He didn't see it or nothin'. He told me
he was on the other side of the park,

but he's still upset.

He's not even tryin'
to leave the apartment.

All right.

All right, little
man, what's up?

Gregory: Nothin'.

Just don't want to
be alone, that's all.

You know, I'm real sorry about
what happened to your friend.

Gregory: His name was Lonnie.

He was in my class
when I went to ps 450.

Sat a couple of desks behind me.

So, you must be
pretty scared, huh?

Yeah, I guess so.

I wish I could be braver.

You don't need to worry
about that, you know.

This world is a
pretty scary place.

Gregory: But you're
never scared, are ya?

J.c.: Now what
gives you that idea?

I... I'm scared plenty
of times, you know,

and anybody ever tells you
that they're not scared is lyin'.

Dad, can I please
go to work with you?

[Sighs]

Listen, I'll tell you what.

I bet your mother's
pretty scared.

So why don't you stay
here and be brave for her

until I get off work
tonight, all right?

And I'll come
here and I'll crash,

if it's okay with your mother.

On the couch.

Deal?

Deal.

Eddie: So, how's g?

J.c.: Ah, he's
gonna be all right.

- Eddie: Yeah?
- J.C.: Yeah.

Eddie: Good. Well, listen,

I was loggin' in that cash

and turns out some of the
serial numbers were the same.

- Mmm.
- Counterfeit.

So, lieutenant's meeting
with the secret service.

An agent langer.

Cooper: Torres! Williams!

Langer: This is first rate work.

Notice here the security thread?

The only problem
is it doesn't scan.

Any idea where this came from?

Langer: Personally, I think
it could be Juan vasquez.

Only guy I know capable
of this quality work.

Got outta leavenworth
six months ago.

You have an address?

Vasquez did his whole
stretch. So, no parole officer.

No living relatives
either which is good,

'cause vasquez'd sell his
mother if there was a buck in it.

You dealt with this guy before?

I lived and breathed
vasquez for 36 months.

Every time I got close
to the son of a b*tch,

he slipped through my fingers.

When I finally nailed
him, I swore I'd be a bug

up his butt for
the rest of his life.

All right. Well,
the secret service

gets jurisdiction over
the counterfeiting.

We get the homicide.

I'm sure we can all
work together on this.

We think vasquez might lead
us to the guy that shot the kid.

Look, I'm not gonna
split hairs with you.

Vasquez is our boy, and
we're gonna handle this.

- You find him, you call us.
- We'll do what we can.

Just so long as our
priorities are straight.

We heard you.

Your first priority
is los huesos.

Get on it.

[Upbeat music playing]

[Laughs] So what do we got here?

Girl scout meeting
with los huesos, huh?

Manuel: What's the problem?

Friends can't have
lunch anymore?

Well, one of your friends
won't be joining you.

Ramon Sanchez.

Severe stomach ache.

So, I know the guy. So what?

Well, so maybe
you'd like to cooperate

and tell us who smoked him, huh?

Nothing I'd rather do
than to help the cops,

but I can't tell you
what I don't know.

Well, his pockets were
filled with funny money.

What the hell does
that have to do with me?

Come on, manuelito,
don't try to play me, all right?

'Cause, believe me, we're
gonna find out anyway.

All right. Straight
up. It's the mob.

It's got nothin' to do with us.

In this neighborhood
that only means one thing,

santucci.

J.c.: Adios, compadres.

[Suspenseful music playing]

Torres, happy Valentine's day,

uh, I meant to get you
a box of chocolates.

Yeah?

Well, it's uh, the
thought that counts, huh?

- Can I help you with something?
- J.C.: Yeah.

There was a couple of
murders the other day.

A 10-year-old boy was k*lled.

Yeah, yeah. I read about that.

Uh, it's a terrible
thing, but you're, uh,

not implying that I
was somehow involved.

Well, this is, uh, your
kind of game, ya know?

You know, that's where
you're wrong about me, torres.

And you always have been.

- I'm a manufacturer.
- Yeah, so we hear.

Uh, paper manufacturing, right?

You got the wrong guy and
you're gettin' on my bad side.

You're sayin' you don't
know a Juan vasquez?

Sounds puerto rican to me.

You guys are all related,
take a hike up your family tree.

You know, we're gonna be on your
a*s until you give up this sh**ter, right?

- I just told you I had nothin' to do with that!
- No, I'm tellin' you!

Every business you own is gonna
start to feel some serious heat.

Your numbers, your gambling.

We're gonna be
everywhere you turn.

Don't threaten me.

He just did.

I'm telling you, j.C.,

I am not gonna let homeboy
deny his way out of this one.

I hear you, b, but we're
gonna need something

other than los huesossayin'
that the mob is involved.

So, let's pick up vasquez.
We squeeze him hard,

maybe he'll spit out
the goods on santucci.

Come on, dude. You heard Larson,

he said even the
FBI can't find him.

Yeah, well maybe
that's 'cause the FBI

doesn't know slick Rick.

Frankie: This is good, vasquez.

Very, very nice.

Well, the man is an artist.

Tell me, vasquez, where'd
you pick up your skills?

A high school print shop. I
had this teacher, Mr. Nagle.

He used to say I had New York
timespotential as an engraver.

So after school he sets
me up in this print shop.

Now the owner-the
owner of this print shop

used to love to do portraits,

mostly Franklins and
Jacksons, you know?

And before you knew it I
was right there with him,

you know, just drawing away.

Bye-bye, New York times.

Sorry, Mr. Nagle.

That's funny.

I like a guy with
a sense of humor.

Yeah, especially
when he's workin' for us.

So don't even think about
workin' with them suckers

- over at los huesos.
- Hey, listen, I'm a simple man.

You pay me good, I'm all yours.

Mr. Santucci.

We got something for you.

This guy, he's an artist.

- [Grunts]
- Santucci: An artist?

What are you, soft-headed?

- What did I do?
- What did you do?

I gave you a simple job,
just pick up the money

and bring it back.

Pick it up and bring it back.

A baby coulda done it.

But you idiots
get in a sh**t-out

and you k*ll a 10-year-old
kid! That's what you did!

Mr. Santucci, I swear to you,
we had nothin' to do with that.

You swear to me, huh?

You swear to me?
You swear to me?

You better be tellin'
the truth, Richie.

Because it's a long way down.

Look, there's two
things I won't tolerate,

that's a liar and a moron,
and you qualify on both counts!

You got a problem with this?

Why should I?

It don't concern me.

- But one thing, though?
- What's that?

Don't get blood on my money.

[Laughs]

[Ominous music playing]

Is it true? Hmm?

What he said about
the kid, is it true?

Look, don't worry.

He's not gonna find out nothin'.

Only person who saw
us was some black kid,

and once I plop him,

then you ain't got
nothin' to worry about.

Right? Right?

Rick: No, no, no,
no. What I'm saying is

with the help of
some of my affiliates,

that rare piece of art has
come into my possession.

Do you know that once
belonged to the emperor of China?

Yeah? You kiddin' me?

Never heard of
no dingwald watch.

You never heard of a dingwald?

Do you know that in Germany,
the dingwald is considered

far superior to the rolex?

I thought it was China.

Hey, all four corners
of the globe, all right?

Yeah, like, uh, Taiwan, right?

What do these go for,
about a buck ninety-nine?

And you want 50?

You ought to pay me
not to break your nose.

Hey.

You know, if we added
up all those misdemeanors,

we'd get one huge felony.

Hey, come on,
guys. Add them all up

and ya got one huge favor.

I'm sure I could be of some
kind of service here, right?

Yeah. Counterfeiter
by the name of vasquez.

All right, now.
Not that I've done

any business with this
guy, you understand, right?

But here, here's maybe
where he's hangin' his hat.

Now, can I get back
to business, please?

Ah, we'll take this, Rick.

Hey, come on, that's
a genuine dingwald.

Hi. Say, have you ever
been to China or to Germany?

[Jazz music playing]

Found some of your work today

on a dead gangster by
the name of Sanchez.

Not my work.

I've learned my
lesson, detective.

I mean, I've been
a very good boy.

This is my work.

You know, perhaps
you'd like to buy one

for your precinct wall.

Help an artist survive.

Maybe a few sketches of like,

Mr. Jackson on
green cotton-fiber?

You guys got a warrant?

'Cause if you don't
and you're not buying,

I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

Vasquez, a 10-year-old
boy was k*lled.

And we think you know
something about that.

So, I don't think it'd
be very smart of you

to hold out on us.

I'm sorry about the kid.

But I live by the
pen, not the sword.

Eddie: Yeah?

Well, a sword didn't k*ll
him. A .45 automatic did.

Now, I been checkin' your sheet,

and I don't think
you're the trigger man.

But I'm thinking it was still
your pen that did this kid.

If it was, you're gonna
be doin' some serious time.

Think about it.

[Mellow music playing]

Gregory: No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Dad?

I'm right here.

You're just havin' a bad dream.

No, it wasn't a dream.

It happened.

I saw Lonnie at the
park, they pulled out.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Calm down.

Tell me what happened.

They started shootin' at Lonnie.

Lonnie rode into it.

Listen to me, g.

Did they see you?

I don't know.

Shouldn't I tell mom?

No, no, don't tell
your mother, okay?

Just... we'll keep it
between us, all right.

We don't want to worry her.

Just go back to sleep.

I'll be right here.

[Dramatic music playing]

[Sighs]

They have these
things in Puerto Rico,

they call croissants,

but, um, they don't have that
special New York flakiness.

Mmm.

This is good.

You are so good.

Oh, you have a crumb.

Hmm.

Are you sure you
have to go to work?

I'm sure I got... i gotta go.

- [Glass shatters]
- What are you doin'?

Gina: Ah, are you really sure?

Well, maybe, uh,

maybe not right this second.

Gina: Oh, good.

[Moans]

[Mellow music playing]

It was like I said, she
must've missed me mucho,

because, like, the thing is,

I mean, Gina's got like
a whole new attitude.

It was like, before
she was always so,

you know, like,
serious but like now,

all she wants
to do is like, play

all day and all
night, buddy, I swear.

Yo, ed, I could
care less, all right?

What the hell is your problem?

You been trippin'
like this all mornin'.

[Sighs]

It's just that...
squash it, man.

Yo. Check it out.

[Upbeat music playing]

No, chill. Chill.

Hey, Juan.

You think about what I said?

About leaving the guineas
and coming to work for us.

Yeah, and the answer's
still no, all right?

Now beat it.

Hey!

Now, why go and diss us?

I mean, where's your
puerto rican solidarity?

You need to be
down for the cause.

I got ratted out by a brother
who was down for the cause.

Six years' worth. Okay?

So I don't do no
solidarity work no more,

it cost too much.

[Grunts]

I think you should
reconsider your politics, Juan.

- This is the warning.
- [Groans]

There won't be another.

[Thud]

You asked for a warrant?

Here it is, my brother.

You ought to stop it, already.

You know, you got nothin'.

Oh, well, uh, we've
been followin' you, man.

We saw your little
show with los huesos.

Eddie: And check
out all this equipment.

You got the paper,
the press, the ink.

Even if we don't find any
money, the secret service

will be very interested
in your little paint set.

Secret service?

You're dirty, vasquez.

Either you come
with us to the station

or secret service, your pick.

[Sighs]

If you give me respect, vasquez,
then I'll give you the same.

Now I'm gonna ask
you, man to man,

who k*lled the kid?

I know nothing about that.

[Sighs]

Just let me give you
the flip side, all right.

If you try to play us
like a bunch of suckers

then I will personally
make sure you regret that.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

- I know nothing.
- [Thud]

Give me a name while
you still got your teeth. Now!

- Go to hell!
- Eddie: Okay! J.C.!

- Come on!
- Hey, you give that back!

Hey!

What's goin' on with you, huh?
Why are you so outta control?

Look, if you don't like
what you see in that room

go take a walk and I guarantee
you by the time you come back,

I'm gonna know
who the sh**ter is!

You know it don't
work like that.

I don't care how it works, ed!

That man waived
his right for a lawyer.

What the hell are
you defending him for?

Because a bad confession

means everybody walks!

Now, let me
handle this, all right?

I don't know, Juan.

My partner, he thinks you
know who did the kid in this park.

Well, that doesn't give him
the right to put his hands

on me, okay?

You're right. You're right.

Why don't you sit down.

Hmm?

[Sighs]

I'm thinkin' the best
thing to do with you

is to just hand you
over to secret service.

Listen, uh,

can we work out a deal?

Now see how easy that was?

See, we could've avoided
all this aggravation.

My partner wouldn't be upset.

You wouldn't be upset.

Hmm?

Richie and Frankie cordera.

They bragged
about k*lling Ramon.

The kid was just an accident.

Yeah. See? I knew
you could be reasonable.

You're gonna wear a wire.

What do you mean, I'm
gonna wear a wire, man?

- I just told you.
- That's hearsay, all right?

I wanna hear it from them.

All right.

But I do this, you
make the feds go away?

You do this right,
and I'll talk to the feds

and tell them how
helpful you are.

And if you don't,

then I gotta do what I gotta do.

[Sighs]

We gotta bring
agent langer in on this.

No way, man. That man
cares about one thing.

He's gonna grab vasquez,
and we'll lose our only leads.

Then you're gonna
tell me what's goin' on.

Why you been buggin'.

My son was in the park
when Sanchez got shot.

He saw the whole
thing and I was hopin'

that we could solve this case

without including him, you know.

You know we're gonna
have to tell the lieutenant,

and he's probably
gonna have to testify.

No way am I gonna let my son

testify on the stand, ed.

This is serious.
This is the mob.

This isn't some... some
street corner hustler.

Yeah, but you're a cop.

I am a father first, okay?

We don't need g's testimony.

We have vasquez.

G stays outta this, right?

You know what
you're askin' me to do?

Ed, I am asking you

to help me save my son's life.

[Dramatic music playing]

Eddie: Roll tape on
vasquez. Here they come.

Frankie: So what's with
this meeting place, huh?

I mean, if I didn't
know better I'd swear

you were settin' us up.

You think so? Then turn around.

But if not, we got
somethin' important

- we need to discuss.
- Frankie: Why here?

You got a problem
with your studio?

Vasquez: Paint fumes.

Hey, you!

You seen torres and Williams?

Ricciarelli: I thought
they were with you.

At riverside w*r memorial.

Oh, right. I... i thought

that wasn't for
another two hours.

You must've got
your signals crossed.

It's goin' down right now.

Vasquez: Listen, we got
a serious problem here.

Los huesos, they
won't get off my back.

Frankie: So then
we'll take care of them.

We done it before.

You also k*lled
a kid, didn't ya?

Yeah, so we k*lled a kid, huh?

What are ya gonna do, huh?

Walks in front of a
b*llet. Things happen.

Richie: Yeah, things happen.

Vasquez: You know,
I got people after me.

Richie: Don't worry
about los huesos.

If they need killin' we'll
take care of them, too.

Langer: Hey! Hey, vasquez!

- Hold it!
- Damn.

Hold it right there!

- No, guys!
- [g*nshots]

Eddie: It's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be all right.

We need an ambulance
over here! Now!

It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

He's in pretty bad
shape, but he'll live.

Well, at least
we got it on tape.

Uh, there's a slight
problem with that.

That's it? That's all you got?

- I'm sorry.
- Then we ain't got nothin', yo.

Back to square one.

Ah, detective torres.

How nice of you to come in.

Just what the hell
happened over there?

Agent langer walked
right into our stake-out.

- That's what happened.
- That's right,

because you didn't
tell him about it.

Now he's in the hospital
fighting for his life.

What about vasquez?

Best guess, he skipped town.

Yeah, well he probably
skipped town with your partner.

Where is Williams?

He, um, he's
checkin' out a lead.

Checking out a lead. Right.

That means you've
got nothin', no perp,

and no witness
to put the corderas

at the scene of the crime.

Go find Williams and get on it.

And I hope the both
of you could still fit

into your uniforms,
because I think

you're gonna be
wearing them very soon.

Yo.

[Grunting]

I know you're not that stupid.

What's the matter with you?

You got a death wish?

My friends are in there eating.

One look out that
window and you're dead!

My momma used to beat my
a*s all up and down the street,

so the whole neighborhood
knew when I messed up.

Let 'em look.

[Grunting]

Did you hear me?

No more kids get k*lled
by you or your th*gs!

You got that?

Give me one good reason.

- Richie: Son of a b*tch!
- Frankie: Where's the money?

Well, by now, I'd say
Florida, maybe Arizona.

Frankie: Ha. Unless
he got busted.

Richie: Well, if he didn't,
we gotta waste him.

But first, we gotta
take care of that kid.

Richie, what the
hell'd you do that for?

If vasquez is still around
he'll get the message.

But until then, I want him
to be havin' nightmares.

Let's go.

David: They, uh, they told
me I didn't have to do this.

I didn't have to stand up
here and make a speech

at my own son's...

At my 10-year-old son's...

[Sobs]

I'm sorry.

They said my boy was
an innocent bystander.

I say no one shoulda
got k*lled that day.

What kind of people

would do something like this?

And what kind of people

stand by and let this happen?

Are we all that helpless?

Are we all so cold?

J.c.: Listen, you give me a call

if you need anything, okay?

Okay, man. Thanks.

- J.c.: Take care.
- See ya, little man.

- Hey, dad?
- Yeah?

You're gonna get those
two guys, aren't ya?

What two guys?

I'll tell ya about that later.

I can take that kid out easy.

That jacket he's wearin',
it's like a bull's-eye.

Frankie numbnuts,

- why are we killin' this kid?
- He's a witness.

Richie: That's good.
And what do you see

all around you right now?

There's cars, trees,
squirrels, birds, people, what?

People. People.

More witnesses.

Use your brains.

sh**t the kid where it's safe.

G, why don't you
go sit in your room.

Okay, for a second?

Can you wait there
a second? Thanks.

J.c. You gotta tell
me what's goin' on.

Okay.

Gregory saw the killings.

He saw the whole thing.

And he's our only witness.

And how long have
you known this?

- Couple of days.
- You've known this a couple of days?

And you're just
tellin' me now, right?

I was hopin' that
we could solve this

without including g.

Besides, I didn't
want to scare you.

Please. I don't
scare that easily.

All right? I'm his mother.

You have to let me
know these things.

You think they saw him?

No, I don't think so.

Uh, at least not
until he testifies.

You mean, if he testifies.
I'm not tryin' to put

- my child through no changes.
- Hold on. Hold on. Okay.

The boy is my son, as well.

And this is the only way that
you can catch these people?

I don't know, I
gotta think about it.

- I gotta talk to him.
- That's fair.

Listen, um, officer gruber's
gonna be at the door.

You know, just as a
precautionary measure.

All right? Listen,
Chantal, trust me, all right?

I'm on it.

And we're gonna
get through this.

I love you.

[Sighs]

Chantal: G, come here.

I heard what you
all were talkin' about.

Listen...

I know your father's
a detective, okay?

And that's good and everything.
And I know you want to help him.

But you don't have
to, and I mean that.

Okay? Nobody can make you.

Richie: Wait a minute.
What about that other cop

and the kid's mother?

It don't matter. All right?

It's your move.

We got a plan.

Imagine.

Whoa. Sure that's
the right apartment?

I'll just take out
the whole floor.

Mom!

It's okay. You calm down.

- Gruber?
- Look,

it's probably just a
fuse, I'll check it out.

No, no. I want
you to stay. Okay?

All right.

[Tense music playing]

Richie: So I told him I'm
not gonna pay the rent.

The lights don't work,
the plumbing is broken.

Yeah? Okay. Well,
I'll take care of that.

[g*nsh*t]

- Gruber?
- Richie: [Muffled] Yeah, hello?

- Come on.
- [Banging on door]

[Suspenseful music playing]

Mom!

Go to your left!

[Door bangs open]

Frankie!

Come on, mom.

Come on, mom. Move!

[Grunts]

- Mom!
- Go! Go!

[Groaning]

[Suspenseful music playing]

Where is he, huh?

I don't know, man, my
son sees his friend get shot

and I don't know whether
or not he should testify.

It's not supposed
to be this way, ed.

- I hear you, bro.
- Yeah, Williams.

Uh, Chantal, what's up?

Now calm down. What?

I'll be right there.
Yo, let's go!

- What's up?
- They're after g. Let's go!

[Suspenseful music playing]

Richie: Go around. Down.

[Suspenseful music playing]

I'm not gonna let you do this!

Richie: I thought you
didn't give a damn.

Yeah, I thought so, too,

but that's not the way it is.

Come on, baby.
Can't k*ll us both.

Yeah, but I can
take out at least one.

You choose which one.

[g*nsh*t]

Come here.

That's the way
you want it, adios.

- [Grunts]
- Eddie: Police! Freeze!

[Grunts]

[Suspenseful music playing]

You like killin' kids, huh?

That's what a man does?

No, dad!

That kid just saved your life.

Dad!

[g*nsh*t]

[Panting]

You all right?

- You sure?
- Gregory: Yeah.

- J.c.: Huh?
- Gregory: Is that guy okay?

Yo, ed, call an ambulance!

Yeah.

Who's that, huh?

My kid brother.

I watched him get k*lled
years ago, you know.

Oh.

I wasn't about to
let another boy die.

- Thank you.
- Oh!

- Thank you.
- Ow!

[Indistinct chatter]

[Sighs]

Listen, g, there's
a couple things

I need to talk to you
about. Now first of all,

you are the most
important thing in my life.

Nothing in creation is
ever gonna change that.

Now secondly, I've always
tried to protect you from guys

like Richie corderas
and his brother,

but I'm really sorry
that you had to see that.

But I'm gonna do everything that I
can to help you through that, okay?

I think counseling with you
is gonna be good for you.

- Gregory: Will you be there?
- Yeah. I'll be there.

Me and your mother.

We did a ballistics check.

It was Richie cordera's g*n
that k*lled your friend, Lonnie.

Now, the only way that we
can get him, is if you testify.

Now, the choice is yours.

I can't make you do it, your
mother can't make you do it.

It's totally up to you.

I don't want to be
one of those people

that Lonnie's
father talked about.

I got to stand up for myself.

To do what's right.

I mean, I want to. Okay?

You know it.

Raise your right hand.

Place your left
hand on the Bible.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth so help you god?

- I do.
- Bailiff: Be seated.

Bailiff, I believe there's a
phone directory in chambers.

Would you bring it, please.

That's okay with you, young man?

Yes, ma'am.

Prosecutor: Master Williams,

where were you on the
day of February the 13th?

I was ridin' my bike,
over by the boat basin.

Prosecutor: And can you identify
the man who shot your friend?

He's sittin' right there.

[Switch's "there'll never be"]

♪ I'm sayin' something
good to you ♪

♪ that you always
wanted to hear ♪

♪ I know you won't regret it ♪

♪ so good you won't forget it ♪

♪ there'll never be ♪

♪ a better love,
love, love, love, love ♪

♪ no matter how she
kisses, how she treats you ♪

♪ never be, be a better love ♪

♪ no better love ♪

♪ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

Hey, you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, i'm... I'm fine.

No, you're not.

You're still thinkin' about it.

You were up all night.

I just can't get
it outta my head.

When it was goin' down,

it was like I was
outside my body,

just watchin' it, like it
was some... some movie.

And then, the
next thing I know...

The guy is dead.

I pulled my g*n
before, you know,

but I never pulled the trigger.

He woulda k*lled
j.C. Ya know. I...

And g. You had no choice.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[Dramatic music playing]

♪ Never be, be a better love ♪

♪ said there'll never
be be a better love ♪

♪ since we are lying here ♪

♪ ah, for the first
time you and I ♪

♪ show me what you'd do for me ♪

♪ and then will I ♪

♪ don't try to
hide your nature ♪

♪ no other boy
could ever rate you ♪

♪ there'll never be a better
love, love, love, love, love ♪

♪ never be, be a... ♪