01x07 - The Two Trials

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Previously on " st Street"...

- Don't move!
- [g*nsh*t]

- Fire!
- [g*nsh*t]

- FRANKLIN: We found the b*llet.
- They sh*t at my boy.

If I can help you
with anything, hit me up.

So you her boyfriend now?

I heard you made a big thing
about Rufus Porter.

- He was a snitch.
- Oh, my God.

Rufus knew about our deal
with the Faction, so he had to go.

- I want to hear it.
- Jessica...

I want to hear it.

You would be in the middle
of what he was doing.

You haven't taken one pill!

FRANKLIN: The side effects...

I've got to be strong.
I've got to be ready.

The image you're about to see
is graphic and disturbing,

but it's your duty to look at it.

♪♪

Officer Michael Rossi d*ed
a violent death,

and this is the man who k*lled him.

♪♪

Officer Rossi d*ed because
he was doing his job that day.

g*ns and dr*gs were recovered
on the corner.

dr*gs were found in the Johnson home.

It's a home occupied by three people...

Moses, his mother, Norma,
and his younger brother, Joshua.

♪♪

A Nation g*ng member fired his w*apon

during the corner drug bust.

Moses' father is an
established leader of that g*ng.

So, I guess you could say
Moses... drug-dealing gangbanger

from a family
of drug-dealing gangbangers...

- Was doing his job that day as well.
- No. No.

- Your Honor...
- JUDGE FITZPATRICK: Counselor?

...there's no evidence
that Moses, his mother,

or brother are drug dealers
or g*ng members.

Ms. Motherwell here
is misleading the jury.

No way.

Get up here, both of you.

♪♪

What else were they doing
on that corner?

You see? There it is.

I just can't let an invitation

to crazy prejudice go, Your Honor.

Are you suggesting
that my remarks are r*cist?

I can't think of another word.

- Jesus Christ.
- That's enough.

Counselor, withdraw that comment
and apologize.

I won't do it, Your Honor.
I'd be lying if I did.

He ran from the scene.
Somehow, that's not evidence?

That's me being r*cist?

I mean, the dr*gs were found
under her mattress.

And we all know how they got there.

Then you can cross examine on that.

Carry on, Ms. Motherwell.

♪♪

♪♪

NINA: This is a trial
about state of mind.

What was Moses Johnson's state of mind

at the time he caused
the death of Michael Rossi?

Look at his expression
in the photograph.

Is there any better evidence
of what's in a man's mind

than the look on his face?

Seconds after that,
Michael Rossi was on the ground

with a catastrophic head injury
that ended his life.

It's simple.

Just look at the picture.

♪♪

In the words of another lawyer
in another city

not so long ago...
Believe your own eyes.

♪♪

[SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE]

Yeah, you know what? I'm gonna walk.

What are you talking about?
No, no. Walk?

Listen, the GPS says
this is gonna clear up, alright?

It's gonna clear up.

♪♪

FRANKLIN: Do you know
what it takes to be this?

: A.M. wake-ups, two-a-day workouts

six days a week,
a minutely calibrated diet.

How hard is that in a food desert?

Maintaining a . GPA,

perfect attendance, honors program.

You know what it takes to be that?

It takes discipline, dedication,
and focus.

The question I have for
all of you all today is that,

while he's doing all of this
and all of that,

where he does he find the time
to deal dr*gs and do g*ng sh*t?

Counselor.

I-I-I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

See, I'd like to speak my English,

not the courtroom English
during this trial.

See, I-I'm from the South Side,

and I want to speak how we speak.

This trial is about us,

and I think the words
should be our words.

Thank you.

Let me tell you something.

A full time corner boy, ,
and never been busted?

That's a first.

And a g*ng member that spends
most of his time

running around the track
instead of his corner?

That's unique.

So, I'mma go straight to the part

of your thinking
where Ms. Motherwell here

just wants you to limit yourself,

and I'm gonna ask you the question

that she wants you to ask.

If you ain't got nothing
to hide, why run?

See, I think Ms. Motherwell here
just answered that question

by making her assumption
and presumptions,

assuming and presuming you share them.

Here we go.

Black male on a corner in
proximity to other Black males

equals drug dealer/g*ng
member/someone to be scared of.

Never mind the fact
that he's feet away

from the house
he lived in his whole life.

We're not looking at that.

We're not seeing that.

We're just seeing his blackness.

And when a young Black man
is seen through a white lens,

lazy prejudice provides a story
about who he is

and what he's doing.

See, but what I want to do

is step away from lazy...

...and think better.

Moses feared for his life,
and so he ran.

Was he right to fear for his life?
We say yes.

Was he right to resist?

Hmm.

Let's ask somebody.

Let's ask Laquan McDonald.

Let's ask Philando Castile.

Let's ask Michael Brown, Tamir Rice.

Let's ask George Floyd.

Oh. Wait.

We can't.

They're dead.

Was Moses Johnson right to do
everything he could to make sure

that his name did not end up
on that long list of young

Black men and women
that were k*lled by police?

We say yes.
We say it was his self-defense.

Now, Ms. Motherwell wants you

to look at one frozen moment in time,

out of context, and draw
from it conclusions about

what Moses Johnson was thinking
and feeling in this moment.

She wants you to narrow your thinking.

In fact, she doesn't want you
to think much at all.

We want you to go wide and
understand what was in his mind

by seeing the world
from his point of view,

not your own.

Is that expression on his face...

Is that anger, or is it fear?

Is that v*olence in his eyes?

♪♪

Or is it terror?

She wants you to look at him.

I want you to imagine being him.

That's the difference
between the two of us.

What I'm asking you to do
is exercise your imagination

in place of your prejudice.

Now, I-I-I'm a little nervous

and a little scared,

because, as divided as this country is

and as tribal as we've become,
I believe we've lost the ability

to step into someone else's
shoes and walk around.

But it is my hope and my prayer

that you will prove my fear unfounded

and bring in a verdict
based on the real understanding

of who Moses Johnson is,

not who the world wants him to be.

♪♪

Thank you.

♪♪

♪ Chicago ♪

♪ Where the dollar and blue
collar go hand in hand ♪

♪ City of Dreams so big ♪

♪ Nightmares don't stand a chance ♪

♪ A concrete paradise where roses grow ♪

♪ See the smile from a child ♪

♪ Light up the magnificent mile ♪

♪ And melt the coldest snow ♪

♪ This is home ♪

♪ Find the brightest minds
on these dark streets ♪

♪ See the heart and soul
on these old blocks ♪

♪ Where we grow, we call it the go ♪

♪ 'Cause we don't stop ♪

MARTHA: Stop, stop and frisk.

Stop it.

Every stops the cops make,
they find a g*n.

Every .

At what cost?

That's Black people scared to death,

frightened, that...

That if they make one
false move, they'll get k*lled.

Let the tail lights be.

Right?

Let them be.

Until we figure out how to halt

the epidemic of Black death

at the hands of law enforcement,

we have to stop
their encounters with us.

Izzy, we are living in

a-a-a permanent state of fear,

and there's a word for that.

It is called terrorism.

The Chicago Police Department
is a t*rror1st organization.

That's a big word.

And it is one that
I have considered carefully.

Does your husband agree with
what you've just been saying?

[CHUCKLES]

My husband doesn't have to
agree with anything that I say or do.

Okay.

Girl, you just lit it up.

Did I?

Social media's going crazy.

Chicago Police are t*rrorists.

Mm. Yes.

- [CHUCKLES] Okay.
- They are.

[CHUCKLES] Okay.
Photo op at the Rufus shrine.

Uh, no.

It's good to put a face to a name.

The Tribune's sending a reporter,

AP and Reuters
want a picture of your feet.

This is going national.

You just became a big story,
Martha Roberts.

I said no, Marisol.

Is this about Franklin?

'Cause the way I look at it,

if he's well enough to be in court,

you need to stay out here
and keep doing what you do.

Martha, when I listen to you,
you inspire me,

and you move people to action.

Let's go.

Hey. You can't park here. Move on.

Yeah, this is Norma Johnson.

Uh, uh, her son's on trial.

I don't care if she's
the Queen of Sheba.

Move on.

- My man, she's late.
- Phil.

You really want to stop a mother
from seeing her son?

That's it. Out of the van.

I'm just telling you.
She has to get in...

Out of the van. Now.

Wow.

Wow.

♪♪

- Put your hands on the van.
- Wow.

Go in. Go in. I'm good.
I'm good. Go in. Go in.

- Come on, big man.
- Wow.

Come on.

♪♪

The defense wants to talk about context.

He thinks I don't.

Well, he's wrong.

Is this a speech or... Or a question?

I think it's a-a speech.

Hey.

I'm... I'm sorry, Your Honor.

That... That's my son.

David.

What's the story with this corner?

FRATER: It's an open air drug market.

, hours a day.

Who runs it?

The Nation.

Members of the g*ng were out
dealing when we arrived that day.

What happened?

They took off running once they saw us.

We were able to apprehend five.

As we suspected,
we found sleet on scene.

Sleet?

- Heroin.
- Hmm.

Fentanyl blend.

It's a drug to die for... and people do.

It's also what we found
in the Johnson home.

It was on this corner.

In this context,
with these dr*gs on sale,

run by this g*ng,

where you arrested
the defendant's brother?

Joshua Johnson was apprehended
at the scene.

Was the accused present?

feet from his brother.

Five feet from the g*ng member
with the g*n.

In the mix, on the corner.

What did he do when you arrived?

He ran.

Were you present

when the Johnson family home
was searched?

- Yes, I was.
- Was anything found?

We found that under her mattress.

Lab tests show it came
from the same batch

we seized on the corner.

What was the quantity of sleet
found in the Johnson home?

Enough to make me wonder
whether she might be

the depot supplying the corner.

She?

- Norma Johnson.
- [SIGHS]

Have you come across
something like this before?

The mule dressed as a nun.

I'm sorry?

Nobody's gonna stop and search
a bride of Christ at the airport.

Just like nobody suspects
the homemaker mom

is the heart of a drug business.

♪♪

- You found dr*gs in the Johnson home?
- Correct.

Enough for a possession
with intent to distribute rap?

Yeah.

Who did you charge?

Nobody.

♪♪

I'm sorry?

Nobody.

Who did you arrest?

No one.

Wait... Wait a minute.

I don't understand.

Two minutes ago, you said that
Norma Johnson was a player

in a major drug dealing business

causing untold damage in her community.

We were looking for her son.

Why can't you do two things at once?

It about priorities.

It was about you planting dr*gs.

- We don't do that.
- Okay.

♪♪

Okay.

♪♪

Do you know what the minimum wage is?

♪♪

bucks.

Norma Johnson makes $ . an hour

cleaning this entire courthouse.

Is this a speech or a question?

How many kingpin drug dealers
do you know work night shifts

cleaning public toilets?

♪♪

I don't do rhetorical
questions, Officer.

♪♪

None.

Thank you.

♪♪

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Your boy was soft as hell.

[CHUCKLES]

Want me to rough you up a little?

Maybe kick you in the nuts

so Norma can nurse them better later?

[CHUCKLES] Yeah, very funny, Lieutenant.

Remember what I told you
at the start of this?

No, I don't.

Don't fall in love, and wear a condom.

How's that going?

I'm a pro, boss.

I know you are.

So, what have you got for me?

The brother. Joshua.

♪♪

Okay, thank you, Lieutenant.

[CELLPHONE BEEPS]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

♪♪

Didn't ask about the brother in there.

Joshua is a traumatized child.

I'm trying to keep him out of this.

It's funny how trauma affects people.

What do you want?

How is all this being paid for?

The community knows when
one of its own needs support.

That include the drug dealing community?

Who knew they were so philanthropic?

What are you talking about?

Giving Joshua a job on the corner

so that he can help pay for you.

It's heartwarming.

Where are you getting this?

Come on. You know I'm not
revealing my sources.

You could always ask your wife.

What does this have to do with Martha?

See, I've been puzzling why
a firebrand like her

hasn't wanted to talk about
the Moses case more.

Now I know.

Her husband is getting paid
out of the sale of street heroin.

That kind of dirty money in the family

doesn't look so good when
you're standing for election

on a f*ck the police platform.

Call me if you want to quote
your denial or whatever.

♪♪

It's true.

You... You know?

How?

♪♪

Rufus' mother, Janet Porter.

And you didn't tell me?

'Cause of what I know about her.

What? What...
What do you know about her?

Martha, this is the end
of your candidacy, my career,

Moses' chances.

You have to tell me.

♪♪

Rufus was a snitch.

Wh... What?

- Okay. Okay.
- Franklin, Franklin.

You can't use this.

If they know about what Rufus was doing,

they're gonna come after Janet.

The Nation is going to come after her.

You know how this goes.

You know.

Leave it alone.

♪♪

MAN: Defense counsel in
the case of Moses Johnson,

please come to the court immediately.

♪♪

DEUCE: Yo, homie, Dante needs
you to come through the spot.

For what?

He needs you to come through now.

Alright, man.

♪♪

Joshua.

DEPUTY MOSS: The Judge
is waiting, Counselor.

Be safe.

- Counselor.
- Coming.

- [REPORTERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
- [CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

How did you get Moses' name
from his brother Joshua?

I talked to him.

That's it?

Yeah.

Okay.

Take a look at this, please.

It's a copy of the record
of Joshua being booked

into the precinct
by the Custody Sergeant.

Yes.

What time did he arrive?

: .

Ah. Here he is leaving again.

Time code : on the video.

- Is that on the record?
- No.

Ah. Should it be?

Yeah.

Huh.

Here he is coming back.

Two hours and nine minutes later.

Is that on the record?

No.

Should it be?

♪♪

Did you take him out
for ice cream, Officer?

♪♪

Thank you, Officer.

♪♪

[SIGHS]

♪♪

DAVID: No. Wait. No, I want to know.

That's enough, young man.

Did you take him out for ice cream?

- Young man, that is enough.
- Did you?

No, it's not enough. I want to know.

That is enough.

♪♪

Where we going?

♪♪

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

♪♪

Hey.

Hey.

They let you go?

♪♪

They didn't charge you?

Just made their feelings clear.

Oh. They hurt you?

You know what I did in there, right?

Kept thinking of you.

And then they couldn't get to me.

Yeah.

♪♪

B-R-A-N-N-I-G-A-N.

Where were you when the accused
started talking?

He started talking in the car
on the way to the station.

Is that unusual?

I've seen it so many times.

They feel better.

It's called conscience.

Funny how it goes away
once a lawyer steps in.

Objection, Your Honor.

JUDGE FITZPATRICK: Sustained.

Would you care to rephrase that?

Okay.

The last thing a lawyer
wants to be stuck with

in a system like ours is the truth.

He needs his own version of it,
and to get that,

he'll manipulate and maneuver his client

into telling him what he wants to hear.

Truth leaves the room
when the lawyer walks in.

They're storytellers.

FRANKLIN: Do you have
children, Lieutenant?

Two boys.

and .

"Pursuant to my attempt to escape,

there was physical contact
between myself

and the police officer."

- Your -year-old ever sound like that?
- No.

"Pursuant to"?

"Physical contact"?

Sound like South Side talk?

Eh, straight outta Woodlawn?

You write this?

He started talking. I listened.

We wrote it down.

This is a department report
of your sh**t

in the line of duty.

Do you know how many people you've sh*t?

Every working cop remembers

- each time they fired their w*apon.
- Mm-hmm.

I've had sh**t
in my years on the job.

You know how many of these
were Black men?

- All of them.
- WOMAN: Mm.

Just protecting my guys.

Should I not protect them
because of the color

of the skin of the men threatening them?

Let's talk about the last
of these six sh**t.

What's the answer to my question?

Or are you avoiding answering it?

You don't get to ask the
questions in here, Lieutenant.

As you well know.

He had a w*apon.

He fired it.

Police lives and the lives of
others were in immediate danger.

Was there an investigation
into his death?

I went before the review board.

How long did that take?

I testified for an hour.

The board ruled it was a good sh**t.

Can you tell me about the CPD sh**t

the board have decided were bad sh**t?

No.

- Why not?
- Can't think of any.

The whole weight
of the criminal justice system

is bearing down on Moses, here, today.

You sh**t Rufus.

One hour?

Case was clear cut.

When you arrived on the corner,
were there other cops with you?

- Yes. Six.
- How many?

- All with weapons drawn?
- Yes.

- Any of them fire at Rufus?
- No.

But you did.

You made the decision to end his life.

That was you.

I've been doing this job years.

I can think clearly under pressure.

So it wasn't a gut reaction.

It was... It was calculated.

Look, when a sh*t is fired by a civilian

and you're in close,

a lot of officers' first
reaction is the same... passive.

The first three seconds
are about self-protection.

You flinch, you're shocked,
then you react.

As a leader of men, I'm trained
to do better than that.

I have to be the first to
respond because I'm in charge.

So, on that day, I was able
to go straight to reaction.

- The right reaction.
- Maybe the other six officers

had a better understanding
of... of context.

Or maybe I saved their lives.

You took a life without understanding

all that was going on.

Rufus wasn't a danger
to your colleagues.

You assumed he was.

You presumed he was.

I violated no police procedure.

[SPECTATORS MURMURING]

What's his name?

Rufus.

Rufus what?

I don't recall.

What would you think of me
if I didn't remember

your dead colleague's last name?

What if I said, "Michael who?"

What would you think of me?

Look, I-I-I'm sorry about
your colleague's death.

I really am.

But is Rufus Porter's life
less important,

less worthy than Michael Rossi's?

All lives matter.

[SPECTATORS MURMURING]

What are your children's names?

Mark and Luke.

Mark and Luke.

Have you given Mark and Luke the talk?

What to do when they encounter
a police officer?

Not necessary.

Why not? Because they're white?

Just not needed.

All Black parents have that conversation

with their children, bar none.

Are they wrong? All of them?

Yes.

Huh.

Is Moses safe to put his hands up

like Michael Brown and Adam Toledo?

Is... Does he have...

Is he entitled to, uh,
a little bit of fear

that the policeman will
put a b*llet in him anyway?

Now you're making assumptions
and presumptions

about all of us

because of the uniform we wear.

- There's a name for that.
- There is.

And it's called institutional racism,

and your failure to see it?

That's the problem.

♪♪

♪♪

Mrs. Roberts?

Martha?

That in there?

Word for word.

He is me.

I am him.

He spoke for all of us.

♪♪

Write that down in your paper.

♪♪

[BOTH LAUGH]

I'm going to ask you to do
the hard part first.

Okay.

Will you tell us about Michael
Rossi's last moment on Earth?

What did you see when
you arrived to the scene?

Um...

you know that picture of Cassius Clay

standing over Sonny Liston
after he knocked him out?

Mm-hmm.

Like he's taunting him?

That's it. That's what I saw.

What did you do?

The moment he saw me,
the defendant took off.

Uh, up and over the containers.

And...

...Michael was, uh, just lying there.

Wasn't moving.

I went over. I tried...
I tried to help him...

...a-and...

Hey. Take your time.

Well, his head was...

Was bleeding, uh, from a head injury.

Th-Th-There was a lot of blood.

What did you do?

I tried.

I-I-I tried to keep him with me.

I kept trying.

I'm s... I'm sorry.

Okay.

- Do you recognize these?
- Yes.

The clothes I was wearing that day.

Mm-hmm.

♪♪

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

And the blood stains?

♪♪

Michael's.

[SNIFFLES]

♪♪

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

He's doing well in there.

♪♪

You're f*cking him, aren't you?

♪♪

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

♪♪

♪♪

ShotSpotter picked up
three different sh*ts

within the vicinity
and timeframe of the incident.

Two that we can account for.

One sh*t from a w*apon
belonging to Rufus Porter.

The second from Lieutenant Brannigan.

minutes and seconds later,
a third sh*t was fired.

Now, your incident report
made no mention

of you drawing your w*apon.

Because I didn't.

So, the third sh*t wasn't you?

Wasn't me.

You're sure about that?

I didn't fire my g*n.

How long have you had
your service w*apon?

Six years.

And it was the w*apon
you carried with you

on the day in question?

Yes.

Did you bring your w*apon
with you to court today?

Yes.

Where is it?

In a locker downstairs.

Your Honor, the defense
admits into evidence

a millimeter b*llet found
in the vicinity of the incident.

We request that Officer Logan's
service w*apon

be retrieved immediately

for ballistic testing
against the b*llet.

Objection. You got to be kidding me.

JUDGE FITZPATRICK: Get
up here, both of you.

♪♪

They don't have the b*llet.
They have a b*llet.

The ballistics tests we'd run
can't be done without notice.

We're mid-trial.
We are being ambushed here.

I agree.

But Office Logan is expert enough.

He can tell if the b*llet fits the g*n.

That's a yes or no.

We'll take it from there.

♪♪

Let the record show that the Deputy

is being ordered
by the court to retrieve

Officer Logan's service w*apon.

Court will remain in session
in the duration.

♪♪

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♪♪

DEPUTY MOSS: Retrieved a
. -caliber Smith & Wesson handgun

from the courthouse locker
assigned to Officer Logan.

♪♪

JUDGE FITZPATRICK: Defense Exhibit C.

♪♪

Your Honor, may I approach?

♪♪

Your Honor, there seems to be a mix-up.

- It's... It's not...
- I gave you a lot of leeway

to introduce this evidence impromptu,

so I'm gonna insist you get on with it.

Yes, Your Honor.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

What's the question, Counselor?

We're all waiting.

Is this your service w*apon, Officer?

It's my g*n.

And this is the same g*n
you carried on the day?

Same one.

[SIGHS]

I remind you that you are under oath.

♪♪

It's my g*n.

♪♪

JUDGE FITZPATRICK: Moving on, Counselor.

Your Honor, we ask
that the record reflect

Officer Logan's w*apon
is a . -caliber p*stol.

It does not match the millimeter slug

the defense has submitted for evidence.

[SIGHS]

[SPECTATORS MURMURING]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

He's lying, isn't he?

[DOOR OPENS]

- Can we talk?
- [DOOR CLOSES]

There's... There's something
you need to know.

You're scaring me.

What you've been doing is
a wonderful thing, Miss Norma.

You... God knows where
you found the strength

to campaign and raise money and...

It's my son. It's only money.

Yeah, but that's... That's the thing.

What?

The money.

It's dirty.

No.

No.

We got the money from friends
and the community

- and Joshua's been...
- Joshua.

Joshua what?

He's not working.

What do you mean Joshua's not working?

♪♪

He's selling.

That's where the money's coming from.

♪♪

Where is he?

♪♪

DANTE: Come on, boy.

♪♪

Open that sh*t up.

♪♪

Come on, boy.

♪♪

[KEYPAD BEEPING]

[LOCK CLICKS]

♪♪

The boys didn't hear nothing
last night then, huh?

♪♪

I see you learned that lesson well.

If you gonna steal, steal it all.

♪♪

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[g*nf*re]

♪♪

When was you gonna tell me about this?

♪♪

Yo, how long you known about this, man?

Yo, get up out of here, bro.

Get up out of here, bro!

- Ooh.
- Huh?

About what?

About my baby brother
who I've been a father to

for years while you been away.

Do you hear me?
Who I've been a father to.

I did your job 'cause you weren't there,

and now you do this?

What is wrong with you, man?

He wanted in.

He's smart.

He's bringing in paper
and earning his keep.

Yeah, I respect that.

You respect that?
What is wrong with you?

What kind of man are you? Hmm?

The kind of man who knows
what's best for his boys.

- Yeah. Okay.
- Alright?

- Alright?
- Alright.

- Joshua ain't a track star like you.
- [CHUCKLES]

He's taking care of his mother
and himself

more than you can or ever will be.

Whatever.

Be somebody's daddy for once
in your life, bro.

That's what you need to do.

♪♪

Why am I even here?

I'm gonna go out there and pull him off

- of whatever corner he's on.
- No, no, no. Come here.

No, no, no. You let me do that.

Alright?

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

[SIGHS]

How'd they know about the g*n?

How would they know
about a thing like that?

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♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[CELLPHONE BEEPS]

[LINE RINGING]

♪♪

- BRANNIGAN: Yeah?
- Yeah, Brannigan?

Yeah, Joshua.
Yeah, I need help finding him.

♪♪

Pop the glovebox.

♪♪

♪♪

Hand it to me.

♪♪

♪♪

I know you took money, too.

I know. I... And I shouldn't have.

♪♪

I-I needed it.

♪♪

So, what you think happens now?

♪♪

I don't know.

Sure you do.

♪♪

Betrayed the trust I put in you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Dante, wait, man.

DANTE: Shh.

Come on, man.
You ain't got to do this, man.

♪♪

Dante.

♪♪

Huh.

I... Hey, man, you...
you ain't got to...

You ain't got to do this.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

I owe your old man... From way back.

♪♪

Not k*lling you now,
that's my debt to Speak.

♪♪

You do this again...

Ah.

Alright.

♪♪

- [g*n CLICKS]
- [BREATHING RAPIDLY]

♪♪

You mine now.

♪♪

And this yours now.

♪♪

We gonna get TJ.

In the meantime, you best stay strapped.

♪♪

I need to see if you about
this life for real.

♪♪

Watch your back, lil' man.

♪♪

♪♪

MICHAEL: I don't care who we take down.

These people are all the same to me.

But they have got to be
paying for that pass...

The Faction.

BRANNIGAN: Paying who?

It's just where the heat is now.

♪♪

He got a name,

your man in The Nation?

Yeah.

Tutu.

♪♪

You got a reception problem in here.

I keep... Keep leaving messages.

ALEX: The reception's fine.

Let me get another one.

♪♪

My experience?

This a good time to start thinking about

who you trust to give you a ride home.

You keep drinking,
I'll have to take your keys.

Can you really trust anybody these days?

That's a hell of a question.

Focuses the mind.

What does?

- Dying.
- [DOOR OPENS]

♪♪

[CLEARS THROAT]

I step out the courtroom, you're gone?

No heads up, no debrief.

They switched the g*n, Nicole.

They switched the damn g*n. How?

Franklin.

Somebody warned them.

I told Norma about the b*llet,
and one other person.

♪♪

Officer Logan's annual
firearms qualification,

from six months ago.

His service w*apon is listed
as a nine millimeter Glock.

He said he had the . for six years.

Yeah, he lied, and this proves it.

I'm not the leak,

and I'm not the one
keeping secrets, Franklin.

Five bathroom breaks in one day.

My dad passed two kidney stones.

I know what that looks like.
It's not this.

Does Moses know?

Or are you lying to him, too?

♪♪

Dylan Thomas.

"Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against
the dying of the light."

Rage.

♪♪

Rage.

♪♪

Rage.

- [CELLPHONE VIBRATES, BEEPS]
- Yeah?

BRANNIGAN: We got eyes on Joshua.

[ENGINE STARTS]

♪♪

♪♪

- [HORN HONKS]
- [WHISTLES] Hey!

Joshua!

♪♪

Your mama knows everything.

[SIGHS, GRUNTS]

It's cool. Hey.
But you need to call her now

and let her know you're safe

then we'll figure how to handle this.

Get in.

♪♪

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♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

JESSICA: It took him two weeks

deciding what to get you
for your birthday.

He wouldn't stop talking about it.

Should it be black or silver?

Does a nine millimeter Glock
look better in black or silver?

When the Deputy came into
court today with that g*n,

I saw your face, and I
watched you decide to lie.

What did you expect me to do?!
Tell the truth?!

'Cause you know what that'll mean?

That means Michael's k*ller goes free.

Is that what you want?

[SIGHS]

You want the truth?

Well, here's the truth.

I love you.

[SIGHS]

I love you. Oh, my... [CHUCKLES]

Oh, Jesus.

[CRYING] [SIGHS]

♪♪

[SQUEAK, CLANK]

♪♪

[DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS]

[VEHICLE DEPARTS]

♪♪

♪♪

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♪♪

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BRANNIGAN: He got a name,

- your man in The Nation?
- MICHAEL: Yeah.

What are you doing?
What... What is this?

It's Tutu.

- Who?
- Rufus.

♪♪

Okay. What about him?

He was a problem.

For who?

For Brannigan.

It was not a good sh**t.

It was an execution.

It changes everything.

♪♪

You can't use this, Franklin.

♪♪

If you use this, Janet Porter dies.

♪♪

Franklin, look,

if you use this,

I can't live with you.

♪♪

It's Moses or me.

That's your choice.

♪♪

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On the next episode of " st Street"...

Tell Dante Martha Roberts
needs a face-to-face.

Y'all cowards! Y'all cowards!

MOSES: The judge say the defense
you're running is reckless.

We need to get this under control.

There is something foul
about your lieutenant.

Michael Rossi was prepared
to follow his conscience.

Are you?

You had the g*ns switched?

JUDGE: Deputy, remove the jury.

I'm calling you out.