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- In the criminal justice
system,

the people are represented

by two separate,
yet equally important groups:

the police,
who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

- Is that Vanessa?

Yo, see if she got
any cute friends.

- Oh, chill out.

That's not even her.

- What, y'all break up?

- No.

No, there's more than
one girl out there.

So mind your business.

- But you know
I'm right, though.

- You ain't wrong.
- Nah, I'm right.

- You just ain't wrong.

- 'Cause I'm right.

- T, he's got a gun!

[tense music]

[gunshot]

- What do we got?

- As far as cause of death
is concerned,

what you see is what you get--

two gunshot wounds
to the torso.

- Looks like the shooter
was over there.

Fired off four rounds,
9 millimeter.

- Recover any bullets?

- No, but didn't see
any exit wounds, so.

- He's still got his wallet
and cell phone.

Unlikely this was a robbery.

What we got?

Hassan Peterson,
student of Roberts Academy.

- Roberts?

That's down on, what, 88th?
89th?

- Yeah.

Any cameras
in view of the scene?

- Not directly,
but we're still looking.

- Who called it in?

- Ivan Perez.

He was making a delivery
when it happened.

- Ivan?

I'm Detective Riley.

This is Detective Walker.

Did you see the shooter?

- No, I just heard someone
yell, "He's got a gun!"

Something like that.

And then I heard gunshots,

and then I saw the kid,
the one that's dead,

fall to the ground.

And then I ran and hid
back behind a car.

- Did you see anything else
before the gunshots?

- No.
The kid that got shot,

he was with another Black kid.

- The foot canvassing
turn anything up?

Any other bodies
or blood trails?

- No, nothing.

- Ivan, this other kid,
can you describe him?

Was he tall, short, skinny?

- Definitely taller
than the other one.

- All right.

Thank you.

- So this other kid sees
his buddy get shot,

then runs off
and doesn't go for help?

- Friends like these, huh?

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Hassan was a good kid.

He worked hard at school.

He did everything right.

- Look, we, uh--

we know this is
very difficult for you.

- [sighs]

- But can you think of anyone

who may have wanted
to hurt your son?

- No.
He seemed to be well-liked.

He had a lot of friends.

- Do you have any idea
what he was doing

up in Washington Heights today?

- No.

- Did he have
any friends up there?

- Not that I know of.

- He used to tutor
at a school up there,

but he stopped
about a year ago.

- A witness saw Hassan walking
with another boy,

a Black kid,
seconds before the murder.

Any idea who that could be?

- No.

- Okay.

Um, when you get a moment,

if you could give us a list
of Hassan's closest friends,

we'll reach out.

Maybe they know something.

- [sighs]

- I spoke with four
of Hassan's friends.

Got the same story
from each of them.

He was a great kid.

Had no idea
who'd want to hurt him.

And none of them were
in contact with him

after school yesterday.

What about you?

You got anything
back from ballistics?

- I'm on hold with them now.

- All right.

I really could use
some good news, Vi.

- Well, we got video
from the street cams near

the crime scene, but there's
no angle on the murder,

just a bunch of people
running like hell

after the shots rang out.

- Ballistics says
the markings on the bullets

match a gun that was used

in a gang-related shooting
last year.

- Street gang?

Hassan seems like
such a choir boy--

an A student, no priors.
- Right.

- But he is in
the NYPD gang database.

He's affiliated with a group
up in Washington Heights.

- What's the gang?

- Pleasant View Mafia.

- Ah.

Good old PVM.

They operate out of the
Pleasant View Housing Projects.

Built their rep on brutality.

- I think we need to know more
about this previous shooting.

- All right.

I'm on it.

Ryan.
- Oh.

[chuckles]
Good to see you, Theo.

Been too long.
- Too long.

Vince, this is Ryan Barkley.

We worked together
when I was undercover.

- Good to meet you.
- Good to meet you as well.

Look, Theo's a good man,
all right?

Might be a little crazy
sometimes,

but definitely one
of the smartest cops

that I've ever worked with.

[chuckles]
What can I do for you fellas?

- We're working a homicide.

Victim's name is
Hassan Peterson, age 16?

- Ballistics match a gun
from a previous shooting.

- Yeah, I remember this.

Triple homicide.
Three Mexican gangbangers.

We investigated
for several months

but couldn't make a case.

- Any suspects?

- Oh, yeah, lots.

All members of the PV Mafia.

- What?

The shooter from the prior
incident was PVM?

- Most definitely.

But like I said,
we couldn't build a case.

- This could be an inside
thing, like PVM on PVM?

- Well, it sure looks that way.

Good luck with the case.

- Thanks, man.

- My son in a gang?

- We understand how this
sounds, Mr. Peterson.

But we have reason to believe

that Hassan's murder
could be gang-related.

- I thought this was
all behind us.

- Sorry, what are you
talking about?

- Like my wife mentioned,

Hassan used to do
some tutoring.

One day, he went out for pizza
with one of his students,

and they get hassled by a cop.

Turns out this kid
was in a gang,

so they assumed Hassan was too.

- You know this kid's name?

- No, never bothered to ask.

In fact, that's why
I made Hassan quit

the tutoring program.

[uneasy music]

Oh, my God.

That's why he was up there.

He and this kid were
probably still friends.

- So there's a good chance
that bullet was meant for him

and not Hassan.

♪ ♪

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- Hey.
I just talked to the school

where Hassan volunteered.

They're gonna send over
a list of kids

from the tutoring program.
- All right.

- Guys, I think
I found something.

So this is half a block
from the crime scene.

- Oh, there he is.

Can you punch in on the plates?

- I tried. There aren't any.

- This guy's wearing a mask,
so.

- Yeah, so we're pretty much
nowhere with him.

But you see that guy
in the team jacket?

- Mm-hmm.

- For 30 minutes, he's just
standing there, hanging out.

- Guy hears shots go off,
doesn't run.

Then just stands there until
the getaway car takes off...

[suspenseful music]

Then just walks off.

- You think he might be
a lookout?

- Or a cold-blooded dude
who does not blink

when four gunshots ring out.

- Can you run facial rec?

- No, the footage is
too grainy.

- We're gonna have to find
another way to ID this guy.

- Yeah.

But how?

- Want to go for a ride?

♪ ♪

- So I'm still
a little confused here.

This bartender buddy of yours,
he's in a gang,

or he just bartends at a place

that a lot of bangers
hang out at?

- More the latter.

- And you think
he's just gonna give up

the name of the lookout?

To a cop?

- It's worth a shot.

- Whoa.

The hell are you doing?

- Just hang here for a bit.

Watch my back.

♪ ♪

[indistinct rap music playing]

♪ ♪

- I know that ain't Theo Wall.

- Good to see you, bro.

- [chuckles]
It's been a minute, though.

Didn't expect to see
your Black ass again.

- We'll catch up another time,
big dog.

Need to talk to my girl Juju.

- Sorry, brother.

Rules are rules.
- Okay.

- [sighs]

- Mm-hmm.

Hey.

Oh, it's like that?

- Six months.

Not a damn word.

- You think this is
what I want?

- Oh, you're the victim now?

[scoffs] Come on now, Theo.

- The cops were closing in.

Started making arrests.

So I left. I had no choice.

- But you still had
a damn phone.

- I got spooked.

I didn't know who was who,
you know?

Or if the police were
listening.

So I stayed low.

But I'm sorry.

All right, I should have--

I should have found
a way to reach out

to let you know what's up.

'Cause you deserve better.

- But now you need a favor.

- [sighs]

Can we talk someplace
private, please?

- I need five.

[suspenseful music]

- A kid was shot.

I just gotta figure out
who did it.

- You want info on a shooting?

Have you lost your damn mind?

- I just need to know
who was involved, that's all.

- And why is that?

- The boy they shot was
my cousin Hassan.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

I didn't even know
you had a cousin.

- Yeah, the boy was
going places too.

A student at a prestigious
private school, ran track.

So I need answers, okay?

- I'd help if I could.
I haven't heard anything.

- You know this guy?

- Yeah.

Pretty sure that's Book.

- What's his real name?

- Don't know.

- PVM?

- He's on the fringe--

low-level drug dealer looking
to move up in the world.

- How can I find him?

- You want to find him?

What, you a killer
all of a sudden?

- No.

But this is a family thing now.

So I need answers, Juju.

- He hangs out near
the housing projects

on 160th Street,
near Building 8.

- All right.
I appreciate your help.

- Keep your damn cash.

- Juju. Hey, hey.

Hey, come on, look.

I'm sorry.

I told you.

I really am, all right?

[train rumbling]

♪ ♪

- Then call me.

- Come on, Theo.

Are you seriously not gonna
talk about what just happened?

- What do you mean?

- You insult my intelligence
now too?

- Just say it, man.

- You went undercover
back there, didn't you?

- So?

- So it's a little
sketchy, man.

- Just trying to get
information is all.

- Yeah? What about that woman?

That seemed pretty friendly.
She know you're a cop?

- Nope.

I've been meaning
to talk to her.

- Yeah.

- It's just...
a little complicated.

- She know your real name?

- Your two o'clock.

Hey, Book.

- NYPD need to talk to you.

- I got nothing to say.

- We can do this here,

or we can do this
at the 2-7, man.

Up to you.
- [inhales sharply]

Yeah, what y'all want
to talk about?

- Hassan Peterson.
- Who?

- 16-year-old kid who
was gunned down yesterday

over on 164th Street.

- Yo, man, I don't know
anything about that.

- You sure about that?

- Yeah, that's not me.
- Really?

That's not you wearing
this jacket?

- For real?

I'm the only dude in this city
wearing this jacket?

Listen, man, I barely left
my apartment yesterday, man.

I had some sort
of sinus infection.

- Where's home at?

- 149th Street.

- We need a real address, man.

- 92 West 149th Street,
Apartment B1.

- Run that back one more time.

- Yo, we good?

[tense music]

- You're good, man.

- That kid is lying
his ass off.

Let's keep moving.

I gotta get to my kid's
hockey game in an hour.

- No, you go ahead, man.

I'll follow up on Book's alibi.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

No problem at all.

- All right.
Let me know what you find.

- All right.

♪ ♪

Yo.

We need to talk.

- Aw.

I ain't got time
for all this, man.

- You make time for what's
important and who's important.

- And that's you?

- Damn right.

- Why's that?

- 'Cause I know this address.

I even used it once.

This is an NYPD safe house,

which means
you're an undercover cop.

♪ ♪

.

- I got nothing for you.

Cop or no cop,
I ain't see the shooting.

So there's nothing
much to talk about.

- No.

We're gonna do this right.

So start at the beginning

and tell me exactly
what you saw.

- I saw some dude
wearing a mask

running toward a car,
a green SUV.

That's it.

- Why were you there
in the first place?

Somebody told you there was
gonna be a shooting?

Were you there as a lookout?

- What the hell are you
talking about?

- Hey, don't be righteous
with me, man.

You're the one
who was hanging out

near the crime scene
of a murder

who then lied to the police.

- 'Cause I'm working
undercover.

You already forget
what that's like, huh?

I can't be cooperating with no
homicide investigation, man.

- You still haven't
answered my question.

Come on. Why were you there?

- [sighs]

A guy named T-Brickz told me

that there was
a drug deal going down

in that vicinity at that time.

Asked me to keep an eye out.

That's it. That's all I know.

I had no idea that there was
a hit gonna go down.

- This T-Brickz--
he mention any names?

- No.

Just told me that there was
a deal taking place.

Needed some eyes. That's it.

You know how it is.

These guys don't
always tell you

what's really going on, man.

- This dude with the mask,
what'd he look like?

Tall? Short?

- 5'11", like, medium build,

and was wearing
some red Zef sneakers.

- All right.

At least that's something.

- Yo, we good?

- For now.

- Yo, what's that mean?

- It means I'll try to do my
best to keep you out of this.

But you got to understand,
I got a job to do, too,

just like you.

- I appreciate that, man.

Look, I've been under
two years,

so this whole operation,
this is my whole life, man.

- Keep it going, all right?

And stay safe.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Hey.
- Hey.

- How was the hockey game?
- Oh, man.

We got our asses kicked 6-1.

- Damn.
- Unbelievable.

How about you?

How'd things go
up on 149th Street?

Learn anything?
- No.

No, not a lot of surveillance
cameras in that location.

So I was not able
to confirm Book's alibi.

- We'll just have to keep
looking, then, I guess.

- Hey, the school sent
that list of kids

from the tutoring program.

- Any of them
from the gang database?

- One--Taris Stewart,
confirmed member of PV Mafia.

- Got an address?

- Got a whole file.

Kid's been in the life
since he was 13.

- Thank you.

- Mrs. Stewart?

- Yes?

- We need to talk
to your son, Taris.

- I got nothing to say.

- We're not asking you
to say anything.

We just need to know
where he is.

- Like I said,
I got nothing to say.

- That's not gonna fly, okay?

- Excuse me?

- We got reason to believe
your son has information

about a recent homicide.

Somebody shot his friend
and tutor.

- But that was an accident,

'cause Taris was
the intended target.

- But you already know that,
don't you?

Which is why your son is so
hard to locate at the moment.

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

So if you don't mind--

- Actually,
we definitely mind, okay?

'Cause this kid, Hassan,
he was a civilian, just a kid.

He got straight A's
and still found time

to help out kids like your
Taris with their homework.

And he didn't do it for money.

He didn't do it for credit.
He did it just to help.

And he's the one who ended up
with a bullet in his chest.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- It's awful what happened
to Hassan.

But I ain't no rat.

- 'Cause you're a tough guy,
right?

You believe in protecting punks
who shoot innocent kids.

- No.

I believe in trying
to stay alive.

- But you know who shot Hassan?

- No. I ain't say all that.

- Well, whoever it was,
they were there

to shoot you, correct?

- I wanted out of that life.

I told people
I was gonna go legit.

And then two days later,
some dude comes

shooting at me and Hassan.

- Listen,
I'm real glad that you're

trying to change your life
and that you didn't get hit.

But your friend, Hassan,
was not so lucky, was he?

And he never chose that life.

- Did you happen to see
what the shooter looked like?

If he was tall, short?

- Like I said, I ain't no rat.

I'm not gonna go up
on no witness stand

and start pointing fingers
at people.

- Yeah, you made that
very clear.

All right?

So let's just move past
all of that.

Let's assume we're not
gonna ask you to do that.

But we still need to know
who killed Hassan, understand?

♪ ♪

- Well, it happened real fast.

Me and Hass were walking
to a pizza shop,

chopping it up.

Some lady yells,
"T, he's got a gun!"

I turned around, and I saw
some dude with a mask on

rushing toward me.

So I started running.

That's it. That's all I saw.

- All right, but this lady,
she called you T?

That means she knows
who you are.

She knows your name.

Did you get a good look at her?

Look, Taris,
your friend took a bullet

that had your name on it.

Kind of feels like you owe him.

What do you think?

- [sighs]

- Kendra, we have reason
to believe that

you may have witnessed
a shooting the other day

at 164th Street and Broadway?

[coffee pouring]

- Yeah, I was there.

- Okay.

Why didn't you call the police?

- I get paid to sell
cheeseburgers, sweetie.

- Yeah, we get paid
to solve murders.

So how about we meet
in the middle, huh?

- An innocent kid was murdered
that day, Kendra.

Wasn't in no gang.

Wasn't looking for trouble.

- I didn't see his face.

He was wearing a mask.

- Was he tall? Short?

White? Black?

- Black.

Uh, and he was
on the taller side,

about 5'11" or so.

- What else?
Did he say anything?

Did you hear his voice?

See what kind of shoes
he had on?

- Yeah, sneakers, red.

And I saw his eyes too.

- His eyes?

- He--he walked right past me.

Stared a hole
right through my damn soul,

if I'm being honest.

Thought he was gonna shoot me.

- Is there anything notable
about his eyes?

- They were light,
like green or maybe blue.

- Okay. All right.
Thank you, Kendra.

This has been very helpful.

- Listen, Vi, we got a physical
description of the shooter--

Black, about 5'11",
medium build, green eyes,

a member of the PV Mafia.

[dramatic music]

[banging]

- This is a warrant
to search your apartment.

- What is this?

- Ma'am, stay where you are.
- NYPD!

[officers shouting]

- You must be Eric.
- Get off me!

- I ain't answering.
- That's all right.

Your pretty green eyes
did it for you.

Stay right there.

- You have no right
tearing my place apart!

- Ma'am, stay out of the way.
Keep her over there, please.

You, stand over there.

- Man, don't tell me
where to stand in my house.

- I'm telling you
to stand over there.

- I said don't tell me
where to stand in my house!

- Slow down.
- Don't touch my mom!

- Hey, hey, listen to me.
Listen to me.

- Don't touch my mom!
[overlapping shouting]

- Hey.
- What you want in my room?

Get--get out of my room!

Get out of my room!
- Get him up.

- You're hurting him!
- Ma'am, you stay over there.

We'll be out of here
in ten minutes.

- Get off of me!
- You're hurting him!

[handcuffs clicking]

- Vince, look what I found.

- Get off me!

- Eric Robinson,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Hassan Peterson.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You understand?
- It's okay, Mom.

.

- I gotta tell you,
it is not looking

too good for you, Eric.

We got an eyewitness
who says they saw you

leaving the scene of the crime
carrying a gun.

- She also saw your red shoes
and gorgeous green peepers.

We know Taris wanted
to quit the gang

and you were just
following orders.

Mm-hmm.

But you hit the wrong kid,
didn't you?

Now you gotta pay the tab.

- Mm, and it's a big one.

I mean, you're looking
at life, dog,

even though you were
just following orders.

Yeah, I mean,
you were a soldier.

You don't decide
who lives or dies.

You just do what
you're told to do, right?

- So why don't you talk
to us, Eric?

Tell us what really
happened here.

You do that, I am confident
we can get you a good deal.

[suspenseful music]

- Y'all can kiss my ass.

- Don't be stupid, Eric.

Think.

This is your one
and only chance

to cut a deal,
to look out for you.

♪ ♪

- Lawyer.

- Defendant's name
is Eric Robinson, 23.

Been a member of the PV Mafia
since he was 11.

Long list of priors--

drug possession,
extortion, armed robbery.

- Now murder.

I presume he's not
willing to cooperate?

- According to Detective Riley,

he lawyered up real fast,

like a good and proper
gangster--his words.

But the police are still
investigating,

looking for a connection
to someone higher up.

- Police find
the murder weapon?

- Yes. Well, sort of.

It was recovered
from a communal trash bin

inside the defendant's
housing complex.

- But the police also found
a box of 9 millimeter ammo

in his apartment.

- Witnesses?
- Two.

One was the intended target,
Taris Stewart.

He wanted to quit the gang,
so Robinson tried to kill him,

but he shot
Hassan Peterson instead.

- This kid, Taris Stewart,
get a look at the shooter?

- No.

Then again,
it doesn't matter because

he is not interested
in cooperating.

- I don't care
if he's interested.

Subpoena him.

Give him immunity if need be.

- [sighs]

Sure, but he's not
gonna testify.

- Even though this punk
tried to shoot him?

- You know gang rules, Nick.

Anyway, like I said,
he didn't see much.

If anything, he was too busy
running for his life.

- So I assume
that means witness two

offers more promise?

- She locked eyes
with the shooter

as he was running toward
the getaway car.

- So she got a good look?

- Oh, real good look.

She gave
an accurate description

of his height, build,
clothing, and eyes.

- Excuse me?

- Look, shooter was
wearing a mask,

but she said he had green eyes.

Eric Robinson has green eyes.

- And that, of course,
is relatively unusual

for a Black man, so that's
obviously quite helpful.

- Okay, do what you have to do,
but I want a conviction

on murder two, nothing less.

- Ms. Newton, where were you
on the afternoon

of December 16th
at approximately 3:15 p.m.?

- Walking home from work.

- In what part of town?

The more specific, the better.

- On 164th Street,
near Broadway.

- Did anything unusual happen?

- Um, I heard gunshots.

- Um, can you describe
what happened next

after you heard the gunshots?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

You were walking home.

You hear gunshots.

And then what happened?

- I saw someone run off.

And he was wearing a mask,

so I didn't really get
a good look at him.

- Do you remember his height?

His build?

- Average.

- Did you see
what type of shoes

or sneakers he was wearing?
- No, sir.

- Did you happen to get a look
at his face or his eyes?

- Objection, Your Honor.

She already said she didn't get
a good look at him.

Mr. Price is fishing.

- Overruled.

The witness will answer
the question.

♪ ♪

- No, I did not.

- [sighs]
May we take a brief recess?

- We'll resume in one hour.

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry, but I'm not really
sure what I saw that day.

- Hey, we know
what's going on, Kendra,

so there's no need to lie.

- That man you were staring at
in the courtroom,

do you know him?

Is he a member of the PV Mafia?

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Kendra, we can protect you.

We can relocate you.

- I don't want to be relocated.

I want to live where I live.

And I want to be safe.

- We understand.

But you have a legal obligation
to tell the truth, okay?

You can't get up there
on the stand and lie.

We can charge you with perjury.

- You think I give a damn
about a legal obligation

or some half-assed
perjury charge?

- Well, you should.

It's a class D felony.

- I'm pregnant.

I got a little boy
inside of me.

I can't put a target
on his back

and have people calling
his mama a rat.

No.

So I gotta do
what's right for him.

So you can put me back
up on that witness stand,

but I'm not gonna say
what you want me to say.

- Talk to the judge.

[sighs] Get a continuance.

The longer, the better.

We need more evidence.

- Yeah.

- Can't believe
"snitches get stitches"

is still a thing.
- Yeah.

Way of life for some people.

- Yeah, I'm not seeing
anything that's helpful here.

- Me neither.

Our best bet is Book.

- Book?

He said he was home sick.

There's no way for us
to prove him wrong, so.

- He's a cop.

- What do you mean, he's a cop?

- He's working undercover.

- How do you know?

- That address he gave us,

it's a safe house.

- You're just
telling me this now?

- I was trying
to protect his cover--

- Man, we talked about this.

Theo, we talked
about this exact thing,

keeping secrets
from each other,

this whole lone wolf
thing that you do.

- It was not intentional, okay?

I--I just wasn't thinking.

But you're right, okay?

I should have told you.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

Where are you going now?

- To tell Book
he needs to testify.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Maybe it's easier.

- No, no, no, man. Look, hey.

If we're gonna talk to him,
we do it together,

you understand?

Together.

♪ ♪

.

- Look, I know you guys are
in a bind,

but I can't just walk away

and blow my cover.
Not over this.

- We appreciate that,
but this is a murder case, man.

- It sort of trumps
everything else.

- Says you?

- Excuse me?

- I'm trying to take down
the PV Mafia.

How many bodies a year
do you think

these brothers are
responsible for?

Not including
the sex trafficking,

the drug overdose--
- Whoa, whoa, look.

We're in the middle
of a murder trial here, man.

Now, we got the defendant
dead to rights.

All we need is someone--you--

to come in and put
the punk at the scene.

So spare me your whole
pie-in-the-sky undercover crap

'cause it doesn't mean
anything right now.

- Who the hell you think
you're talking to?

- Well, I'm talking to you,
Officer.

[tense music]

- You ain't got no right
to come at me like that.

- Come at you?

Bro, trust me,

I'm restraining myself
right now

'cause I don't like
cops who lie.

All right?

Who withhold information.

- You know what?

You Homicide guys,
you're all the same.

Think your cases are more
important than everyone else's.

- Yeah, 'cause they are.

This banger, Eric,
he shot and killed

a 16-year-old kid--
an innocent 16-year-old kid.

So we're gonna do
whatever we gotta do

to get justice
for him and his family.

And if that means
forcing you to testify,

then that's just how it is.

♪ ♪

- Give me a sec, please.

- [sighs]

[door opens, slams]

- Look, I did what I could.

But we need you.

We need you, man.

And I know that sucks,

and I know this isn't
how you were hoping

this would play out,
but you gotta understand--

- Brother, I ain't testifying.

So you can save
all that self-help stuff

for someone else.

♪ ♪

[door slams]

- Before you even say anything,

do not give me
your lecture right now.

- I'm not gonna
give you one, okay?

- Good,

'cause your buddy Book
is out of line, man.

He's out of line.

All he cares about is his case

and making a name for himself
inside the department.

- Is there something wrong
with that?

- Yeah, there's something
wrong with that.

Look, this is supposed to be
a team sport, right?

All NYPD on the same side.
- Right.

- Doing what's best
for the victims,

for the people of this city.

- That's easy for you to say.

You don't know what it's like
to spend two years

in some crappy,
roach-infested apartment

pretending to be
somebody else,

risking your life, alone.

That was me, all right?

- You're right.
I don't know what that's like.

And I got respect for people
who do that line of work.

But I got more respect, Theo,

for the system
and how it's supposed to work.

Now, he's gonna testify, okay?

'Cause I'm going over his head.

- We've been trying to
infiltrate this organization

for damn near three years.

- I understand that,
Lieutenant,

but Officer Booker's
testimony is crucial

for this murder trial.

So we're gonna need him
to testify.

- So we're, what,
we're just gonna blow up

the whole damn operation
over one murder?

- One murder?
What, that's not enough?

How many do we need to--

- I didn't mean it that way.

- So how did you mean it?

- The PV Mafia is a vicious
and ruthless organization.

They traffic women,
extort businesses,

sell cocaine, heroin, fentanyl.

Based off the drugs alone,
they're probably responsible

for 50 fatal overdoses a year,

not to mention
the street violence.

- That may be true,
but I'm pretty sure

the parents of Hassan Peterson
don't care.

Not even a little.

- Okay, listen,
we're really close

to shutting these guys down--
a month, maybe two.

And Booker is key
to the whole damn thing.

- I'm sorry, but there's
nothing I can do about that.

We need Officer Booker's
cooperation,

so please tell him
to call me as soon as he can.

And just so we're clear,
if you resist,

I will file charges
against you and Officer Booker

this afternoon for obstruction.

So let's just start
at the beginning.

Tell us why you were
near the crime scene

at the time of the shooting.

- One of the guys told me
there was a drug deal

going down around there.

Wanted me to keep an eye out
for the police.

- So who's this guy?

- Why does that matter?

- The more we know, the better.

It helps us ask
the right questions

and anticipate how the defense
may cross-examine you.

- I don't know the dude's name.

- Um, are you referring to
someone known as T-Brickz?

- If you already know
everything, why do you need me?

Just have Detective Walker
testify about

what I already told him.

- It doesn't work that way.

- Well, it should.

- That's a conversation
for a different day.

- I put a lot of time
into this operation--

a lot of time.

You sure there's nobody else

who can put Eric
at the crime scene?

- Yes, we are sure.

[sighs]

You heard gunfire
at approximately 3:15 p.m.?

- I don't know
what time it was.

- Then you saw a man
wearing a mask

running toward an SUV.

Can you describe
what this man looked like?

- What if I don't show up
for court?

What happens then?

- Then we issue a subpoena
compelling you to appear.

- And then I call your boss
and your boss's boss

and tell them to fire you.

- That's just ain't right, man.

- I'm sorry you feel that way.

- I belong on the streets,
collecting intel,

trying to take down gangs,
not in court,

wearing some suit and tie,

pretending to be some sort
of police officer.

- Look, I can't change
how you feel about your job

or how you perceive your role

in the New York
Police Department,

but I can assure you
of two things.

Number one, you are,
in fact, a police officer.

Number two,
not showing up for court

or lying on the stand would be
a very bad decision.

- All right.
He is trying to help you.

Don't you see that?

Oh, come on, Officer Booker,

we are both sympathetic
to the fact this case

interferes with your
undercover operation.

But it's not our fault
or our problem.

So you need to make peace
with that.

- I'm not doing it.

[tense music]

I'm not doing it.

- We need to get this young man
back into the real world, fast.

♪ ♪

- Let me guess.

Those prosecutors told you

to talk some sense
into my dumb ass.

- Yeah, something like that.

And so you know, they're not
just two prosecutors.

One of them is head
of the Homicide Bureau,

and the other is the damn DA.

I mean, he's one of the most
powerful men in the city,

and they're trying to do
the right thing, Ray.

- And how's that?

- They're trying to save
your career.

You not showing up to court
when you're a cop?

That doesn't work.

All right? That's game over.

- Everybody keeps
telling me that.

I'm a cop.

Think like a cop.

If I thought like a cop,
I'd already be dead, brother.

- I know what you're--
- For real!

- I know what you're saying.

But you are a cop.

You know that, right?

♪ ♪

- Sometimes
I'm not so sure, man.

It's hard to describe
what it's like.

I--I feel like
I can relate more

to the gangsters
than the dudes in blue.

- I get it.

It's hard to separate things

when you're pretending to be
somebody you're not,

when you're constantly
wondering if the bad guys

see through your lies.

And then one day,
it all starts to feel normal.

Like it's not a lie anymore.

Like you really are
that other person.

But that's not
a good thing, Ray.

It means you've been under
too long.

So maybe you should start
to look at this thing

in a different way.

- Meaning what?

- Meaning that this could be
a good thing.

♪ ♪

Look, when I was under--

like, real under--

I got tight
with the head of this set,

guy named Lamar.

One day, he comes over to me
and tells me about some dude

who's been skimming
off the top.

Asks me to cut his thumb off.

- To prove your loyalty.

- Lucky for me, the guy
got shot the next day.

'Cause if I'm being real...

I was gonna do it.

I was gonna do it.

It's over, Ray.

It just is, man.

So you gotta
make peace with it.

♪ ♪

- Officer Booker,
can you please tell the jury

what you saw take place

on the afternoon
of December 16th

around 3:15 p.m.?

[suspenseful music]

- I saw...

I saw a man wearing a mask,

about 5'11", medium build,

run toward a green SUV.

- Did he have anything
in his hand?

- Yes. A gun.

A semiautomatic pistol.

- Did you see what type
of shoes he was wearing?

- Sneakers.

Red Zefs.

- Did you get a look
at his face?

His eyes?

- Yes.

- What color were they?

♪ ♪

- Green.

♪ ♪

[train rumbling]

- Ray.

You did a good job, man.

So good, the jury came back
with a guilty verdict

in less than three hours.

So congratulations.

- Congratulations?

You ain't got to do
all that, bro.

- Do what?

- Give me some sort
of pep talk.

- You ever want to talk
to somebody,

this guy is really good.

Like, legit.

I've been seeing him
for a few months now,

and it's helping.

I told him you'd be
calling, so...

- I appreciate you looking out.

- I've been there, man.

If I'm being honest,
a part of me still is.

But I'm working on it.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- What's up?

- We need to talk.

I got something
I need to tell you.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]