All language subtitles for Black Cop 2017ENG

Multiple cities. That's a big protest.

And probably be a tad bit larger when
the jury comes to a decision tomorrow night.

And while some will be starting fires,
and others safe in front of their TVs,

I'll be right here taking
your calls on the Roost.

Get at your girl.

...you may be placed under arrest.

United we stand!

Divided we fall!

Are you kidding me?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Do you see yourself? Look at you!

This is us. These are our brothers.
Our Sisters.

And they're killing us.
You're worse than them.

How much are they paying you,?

How much are they fucking paying
you to act like a god damn clown?

Your silence, is our violence.

Move back!

I can give you 20 reasons
why I wanted to be cop.

Yeah. That's right.

20 reasons.

You've heard them all before.
They're cliches.

Each and every one of them.

Drawn to the job.

It's what I was born to do,
as long as I can remember.

I look good in a uniform.

Love them donuts.

All that good shit.
There's other shit too.

Shit I wouldn't announce
that I like.

But I love.

Them bonuses.

Surprises.

Advantages.

The coffee.

Fuck! Shit, man!

To contribute to something
much larger than you.

Being part of...
a community.

An ability to make even
the tiniest difference
in a person's life.

The respect you earn
from each and every
life that you touch.

And even if they think
they don't respect you.

They do.

They just don't know it yet.

There are days I feel
like I only get paid

to point out
when you're wrong,

and exercise my state
permission to correct you.

Other days I just listen
to when you tell me how
the system failed you.

And I promise you;
every day, every single day,

someone tells me how to do
my job. Which is fine.

We all have our ways
we see things.

But, I'll tell you...
My red isn't your red.

Your blue isn't my blue.
My white's not your white.

And my black sure as hell
isn't your black.

Who's talking to me?

Hi there.

I just want to say, when the
rate of black on white murders

Is nine times as high as
white on black murders...

- Nine?
- -Something like that.

Yeah, because that's
a high number.

Well maybe, but still if the ratio
of white murders

Is even say, six to one, tell me who the victim is
and who the victim isn't?

You waiting for me to answer?

No. I...

Would you like
to answer?

And they hung up.
Surprise surprise.

We're hearing from "you",
not because we want to,
but because we like to.

Get at your girl.

Okay, so it's a red bike.
It's a vintage red bike.

And, uh, on the handle
bars there are black grips.

It's a vintage red bike.

You going to write this down?

- No, I got it.
- You got it?

- Mm-hm.
- Okay so what happens
if you get it mixed?

I got it. Red bike,
left bar tape missing,
leather seat.

Road X model D.

No, no, no. There's no
bar tape missing.

On the handle bars
there are black grips.

And you had it here
on the step?

Yes. I left it right here.
Came up and they hacked it off.

Took it with the chain
and everything.

Okay, did anyone
else see it?

No. No one saw it.
Otherwise, you know,
I would have it, right?

Are you sure you just
didn't leave it somewhere?

I mean maybe that's
exactly what happened.

Look, can you...
can you please just do
your job for me?

What does it
look like I'm doing?

Killing kids.

Come again?

Yo, it's-

See, why would someone
go ahead and say some
shit like that?

I don't know, okay?

Some...some people
are assholes, I guess.

I guess. And assholes
know everything, right?

Does anybody else
want to talk to me?

The bike?

The bike.

Here, write it down.

Write it down,
in case my hand slips.

And I make a mistake.

We haven't officially met.

You can call me Black Cop.
Negro officer.

African American
law enforcement agent.

Minority Po-po.
Upstanding POC.

That's not how
I left the pencil.

Sellout 5-0. Traitor.
House nigger. Black Cop.

I heard it all.
I'm a guy doing a job.

I am not perfect at it,
but I do it well.

Thank you.

I like my job.

You know some people,
they don't like my job.

They don't like me
in my job.

"Our people," well,
they don't like me period.

Probably because the last
14 people I put in handcuffs

were black men and women
under the age of 25.

Harsh?
Yeah, of course.

But, hey, I didn't get
the nickname Boogeyman
for being soft.

Stop talking to me.

And it's that reason that
people tell me all the time

that I have lost touch
with my blackness.

On the contrary.
I am very black.

I'm an expert.

But, like I said,
my black isn't your black.

But, you don't always
see my black.

You probably never see it.

But you ain't color blind,
are you?

I never told my father
I was going to be a cop.

He died before
I got my badge.

I knew he wouldn't be
happy about it.

He never liked them.

He didn't trust them.

He would say to me,

"You only need to know
one thing about it, boy.

If a cop ever stops you,
for any reason at all,

even if it's for the time...

You freeze,
put your hands in the air,

and hope to hell
you live to see the next day."

But I was never one
to listen to my father.

Excuse me, sir.
Sir, hold on a minute.

Stop, please.

Stop where you are.
Hold it!

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

I can't hear you.
My music's on.

I'm going to remove
my earphones now.

What can I do for you?

You don't need
to be talking right now
you need to be listening.

Excuse me, man I just
went to go ge--

I need to ask you
a couple of questions--

For what?

Sir, don't make this
hard for yourself.

What's hard?
What are you..?

Just a minute.
Can, I help you?

- Hey, let me just tell--
- Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

No. I just wanted--

Calm down!
What do you want?

Nothing.

I mean, I'm not
with him or anything,
I just--

Get outta here.

Hold on, are you
fucking kidding me?

Don't worry about him, pal.

What do you mean don't worry--
Don't call me pal.

You, uh, you live
around here?

What are you up to tonight?
Wanna tell us your name?

I'm buying water, man.

Do you wanna have
a conversation now?

Sure.

Your name.

I don't have to tell you
my name. And back this guy
off me, man.

There's been a disturbance
in the neighborhood.

That's great.

I want to talk to you.
I want to identify you.

- For what?
- I asked you
to identify yourself.

I didn't tell you.
And now you're being hostile.

Yo, back you're man off of me.
Yo, step back from me, man.

You might want to lose
the aggression.

There is no aggression here.

Let's try this again.

Yo, back off of me
and maybe we can have
a conversation.

You don't tell us
how this goes.

With all do respect,
that's what exactly
what I'm doing.

Hey. Hey.
And why is your hand
on your piece, man?

Okay, sir.

10-78 on
a possible 10-17.

You know what?
Go. Go ahead and
radio this in.

Embarrass yourself.

I'm not going to ask you again.

Here you want some ID, man?
All right here's my fucking ID.

-Hold it. Don't move!
Put it down!

And when my father
told me that shit,

I was like, damn...

who wouldn't want that type
of power over someone.

We're going to let you
head home now.

What can I say?
Unfortunate mistake.

I mean, you could have just
said right off the start
you were one of us.

You came off pretty
ignorant and aggressive.

All right. Let's get
these cuffs of you.

Out of all those reasons,

I only care about one.

As a number of cities
preparing for the worst

awaiting the grand jury's
verdict

following a shooting
of an unarmed black teen
that began with jaywalking--

Looters have already--

After a night of
violent protests

- sparked by a police shooting

- What do we want?
- -Justice!

- When do we want it?
- -Now!

My dad used to say that
a change in attitude

is due to blacks
being defensive by nature

which is mistaken
as being aggressive.

See, aggression comes
when you feel disrespected.

Being impolite is sometimes
mistaken for ignorance,

meaning a lack of knowledge.

Impolite defensiveness
versus ignorant aggression.

See, I think, we can be
all those things.

The real challenge, is finding
the right combination.

...that's not what I'm saying.
That's not the point.

And it's pronounced Moo-slim.

You know what's fucked up
about that,

now that we're
on the subject?

It's like calling
a vegan a beefitarian.

You know why?

Moo. Like the cow.

You can't eat beef.
Get me?

A "Mooslim" can't eat beef.

That Allah
is a practical joker,
isn't he now?

You had kibbi yesterday.

-Yeah, so?
-It's beef.

You had a beef dish from
a "Mooslim" food counter.

Right. Well,

I didn't see anyone
behind the counter
eating it.

Actually it's pork,
I think.

You don't eat pork
if you're--

Yes, I do.

I don't know why we're talking
about food in the first place.

What is the point?

The point?

The point is, before you start
questioning my, uh,

what did you call it...
"bigotry" on religion, okay,

you should know that one
of my friends is a Muslim,

so you can't go around
throwing those cards at me,
okay?

It's nothing personal
out there. It's rules.

Don't wear the hijab.
End of story.

Our country's got rules.
You gotta obey them.

People get told everyday
what to wear.

Look at us, we gotta
to wear uniforms.

I walk around here buck naked,
I'm not gonna get service.

That's a rule.

If it's about
the head gear...

just don't do it.

I can't protect you
if I don't know what
you look like.

I got to see
the whole thing.

Transfer. Second day off,
two months.

I gotta piss.

He's nicer than
a crossing guard,

and completely
fucking with you.

Strange way of doing it.

I almost cuffed him
for the hell of it.

Second day, huh?

Yeah, pretty uneventful.

You riding alone too?

Aren't we always?

You okay?
You seem...

Yeah. Yeah.
I'm good. I'm good.

Hope day three is a charm.

Okay. Imagine the lineup.

"Which one of them
stole your purse, ma'am?"

"I think it's the one
with her face covered."

They're all covered.

I mean, you can't
go in a country
and be all like

"I can wear want I want,
it's the way we do things."

I go to Libya walk
around naked saying,

"It's my culture,
I'm a nudist...",

my ass is going to jail.

It's a Muslim country.

Pardon me... Moo-slim.

You actually believe
that shit?

Nope. Not even close.

But, I gotta look
at all sides of the story.

Even the version
I don't like.

Look, It's not like I like
playing devil's advocate.

But I gotta do it.

It makes me a better cop.

Sometime you just gotta
wear the other shoe.

You gotta admit though,
that was funny, right?

Cheers.

None of that makes sense.

If you hate something
why do it in the first place?

What's that?

If you claim that you don't
support something...

challenge it.

What?
What you looking at?

Typical.
Always profiling.

...Martin died, was because
he looked a certain way.

And that way is how
"gangstas" look.

...crushing loss
to the Bear cats--

...slamming a female student
to the ground...

...fundamentally if you have
some respect for your teachers,

this doesn't happen...

...have here is the escalation
of force--

first the verbalized,

and he failed to comply
with the verbal commands.

I mean, this man--

...don't think police
are your enemies,

don't run at 8:30
in the morning when
you see a cop--

...the girl was
no saint either.

He had told her
to leave and she
continued to linger...

...he made contact,
verbalized, he was polite...

...if you obey the police
it doesn't usually happen...

...aside from the fact he was
dressed in that thug wear...

...realize you can't
resist arrest...

...comply.
Please listen...

...Thug wear...
...comply and complain later.

...to be fair and
in defense of the police...

...bad decisions by a cop,
but those decisions

wouldn't have been made if
the perps didn't run away.

We all need to do our part.

If you aren't doing
anything unlawful,

then you shouldn't have
anything to worry about.

- And I'm black, okay?
- -I knew that.

- Really, how?
-Just a hunch.

You know,
that's the problem.

People like you depend
on the divide.

Where would you be
without all this tension?

Paid equally, probably.

You're not funny.
What are you doing?

My part.

33, what do you got?

10-23 on site.

They asked him nicely
to move his truck.

He apparently
got out and left.

Can you call
for a removal?

- Copy. Will do.
- -Thanks. You're a gem.

I know. Echo 97,
good morning to you.

10-8 and a good
morning to you.

Copy that.
What's your location?

-I'm not reading your GPS.
-Yeah?

Seems like it's a dud.

Guess I'm going to have
to go without it.

As long as you know
where you're going.

Yeah. I do.

Copy 6. Go ahead.

Yeah. I'm on a situation
along Bloomdon.

Two black teens
causing a disturbance.

Copy.

Looks like they're
about to do a 10-31.

Which is?

Looks like they're
about to do a deal.

About or doing?

Same thing.
If the shoe fits...

Look I'm going to go
make sure that they
aren't up to anything.

Do you need a 10-78? Over.

No. Should be fine.

I'm not the one that needs
to be careful. Over.

Copy.

I can't breathe...

I know.

- It's all good, man.
- -Is it?

-Yeah.
-Get the fuck outta here.

Hitting them donuts big man.
Giddy up.

Come on.

I was called
to the principal's office
just two times in my life.

The first time
was for fighting.

Another student was
constantly referring to me
as "Dutch Fudge,"

like the cookie.

Yeah.

I admit that shit's
a bit funny.

No, no.
It's okay.

Everyone else
thought so too.

And he did this shit
every day for two weeks.

Sat down beside me,

waved the cookie in the air
and ate it.

The last time
he did that,

that cookie flew
out of his hand,

when I swung my copy
of "Math Is Fun Volume 2"
across his face...

a whole lot of times.

Instead of eating
that cookie,

he ate some
pages of the book.

I was nine years old.

And they brought me into
the office and they say,

"There are better ways
to deal with your anger."

I'm like, "Well yeah,
I just found one."

You know, that kid just
got off with a warning.

And I got suspended

and told I got
violent tendencies.

The principal,

he's in jail now.

No, no. I had has
nothing to do with that.

That's his story.

Matter of fact,
I wish him well.

But it ain't
even about that.

It is about today.
My retirement day.

And it's only right
that I make it

the best day of policing
I can make it.

I mean everything
by the book.

All of my self-righteous
bullshit

... out the window.

You know, because,
I can go proud

because I know...

there are better ways
to deal with my anger.

So I'm gonna do it.

I don't know about you,
but something tells me

today is a going to be
an amazing day.

Tomorrow? Well,
different story.

Something's going
to burn.

And it ain't
my marshmallows.

I'm in the mood
for a song.

Maybe this one will help
nudge you in the right
direction today.

- Enjoy.

Any units in the area
of Bilby?

Units in the area
of Bilby.

We have a report
of a suspicious male.

Grey shirt.
Possibly thirties.

On foot. Recent car breaks
in the area. Over.

Is uh...
something wrong?

What are you doing, sir?

- I'm running?
- -From?

-Pardon me?
-What are you running from?

I don't understand.

We have reports
of a suspicious man

in a grey top running
from the scene of a crime.

What's that got
to do with me?

Well, you're a man
in a grey top running from--

Hey, look, that's crazy.
Anyone can have a grey top.

First of all,
don't cut me off.

Second of all,
drop the attitude.

I'm not giving you
any attitude.

You have identification?

Look I'm wearing my sweats.
I don't have my wallet.

You can't be serious.

I'm very serious,

although I generally have
an excellent sense of humor.

Sir, do you really
want to carry on with me
right now?

No.

Then I suggest you cooperate
with me, please,

or things won't end well
on your end.

Wait. Am I being
accused of something?

I'm asking
the questions here

and you still
haven't answered me.

-What are you asking?
-I've asked you twice already.

I don't remember.

You don't remember where
you're running from?

No. Wait.
I don't remember
the question.

I'm out for a run.
People do that.

I know, I deal with them
all the time.

Hey just wait a minute...
I don't need this.

I didn't do anything.
You cannot talk to me
like this.

Sir. Calm down
and answer the question.

No.

I don't mean--
What's going on here?

This is not right.
Is there a camera here
or something? What--

Sir, just calm down
and answer the question.

Stop this. Stop it.

Are you finished?

What? Am I finished?
I want your badge number.

See I want a lot of things,
but most of the time

I just have to deal
with what I got.

-Look, this is absolute--
-Answer the question!

-I don't need this.
-Sir.

What?
Do I look like a thug?

Why don't you
go and try in the North End?

- I'm a doctor.
-A doctor.

That's right.

And doctors do
no illegal activity.

-What the hell!?
-A doctor.

That's right!
This... this is crazy!

Okay, and that's
your diagnosis.

You're prescribing me
to the North End?

Look, I didn't mean it
like that.

Well, I don't know
what you mean,

because you have refused
to answer any of my questions.

You're. You're--

I'm a police officer,
you're a doctor.

Well, Doc, maybe you can
help me then.

See I got this strange problem
with my elbow.

I just cannot
seem to stop...

swinging my arm--

Please, I didn't do anything.

Have fun, Doc.

It looks like it another
few days of great weather.

Let's go right to entertainment,

Joyce what is the big news from
last night's urban awards?

Big news is right.

Lots of controversy,
and debate on social media

after rapper Jake McSweeny
actually apologized
to the black nominees

after sweeping
the music awards.

Apologized?

That's right.
And it was met with some skepticism and controversy.

Especially when he commented
on recent violence.

I bet.

Yeah. It doesn't stop there.
His producer, Dapper Ken

caused even more, if not worse,
controversy by saying,

"You people should get over it
and stop being so hateful."

- oh.

He's since corrected
the term "people" by insisting
he meant to say "everybody",

but it still raised
the question of getting
over what?

And that's what people
want to know.

Yikes.

Always unpredictable
and entertaining

but of course these guys are no
strangers to controversy.

Another head turner
was the fashion faux pas of--

10-38 in a school zone.

Blue SUV on a joyride.

Use extreme caution.

Do you know why
I stopped you, Ma'am?

Do you how fast
you were going?

You know this is
a school zone, right?

Well...

The school's been closed
for over a year.

I wasn't talking to you, sir.

License and registration.

Okay. Um...
Okay. I just.. Um...

"Um. Um Um". License and
registration, Ma'am.

- Is it in the--
-Can we just--

License... and registration.

Do not let me ask you again.
Let's go.

It's coming. It's coming.

It's in here.
Check the glove compartment.

You know what? Is this vehicle
in your name?

Yeah.
Of course it is.

All right. You're going
to stay in the car.

I'm going to call the car in.
Have your documents ready.

Wait where are you going?
What's happening?

Are we being detained?

Sir, what's going on here?
Am I getting a ticket?

Get back in the car, Ma'am.

I just need to know
some answers.

Get back in the car.

I deserve to know
some answers.

Get back in the car.
And don't let me
ask you again.

I need to know if
I'm getting a ticket.

-Get back in the car.
-I have a right to know
what's going on.

I said to get back in the car.
Get Back in the car.

I will get back in the car when
you tell me what's going o-

- Okay-
-Don't walk
away from me.

I told you get back in the car!

Get your hands off me!

We don't want any trouble.
Just don't hurt her.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- -Get back!

Put that away.
Put that away!

- Back!

You can't do that.
You can't do that!

Stop.

Stop resisting.

My God.

Give me your hand.
Give me... your hand!

I warned you!
I warned you both.

Noooo!

Okay. Give me your arm.

I'm pregnant. My God.

That's fine, ma'am.
That's fine. Stay still.

My God.

Stay still.
You'll be fine, Ma'am.

I'm issuing you a ticket.

My God. God

Quiet.

Shut up!

.

I'm issuing you
a ticket.

All right, here's your ticket.

I'm going to let you go.

And I want you to take care
of it as soon as possible.

All right?

Have a good one.

- Hi, you're on the air.
- -Yeah, Hello?

Hello. What's your take?

Well, I think, this is
about the other one

that was mentioned earlier
about the woman...

Right.

Yeah.
I think the officer was justified in handling the woman that way.

You do?

Yeah.
I think, she was asked twice to stay back, and she came at him.

She wasn't going to listen.

So the way he took her down, and
threw her, put a knee in her...

Yeah. He's doing
his job right.

I wasn't there, but I think
it sounds like--

I think it sounds
worse than it was.

Okay. It was on tape too.

It probably looks worse
than it was too.

- He was justified.
- -Thank you.

Thanks.

Hey look.
I'm just here on a bench.

I don't understand
what this is about.

I'm waiting for my kids.

I'm just going to get my kids.
And I know my rights.

- You created th--
-And I-

You do not cut me off.

You created the problem, sir.

I created the problem?
What are-

That's correct. I asked you to
leave and you're not leaving.

What did I do?
I'm waiting for my kids.

This is where I'm
supposed to get them. Where
else am I supposed to go?

You're trespassing because
you were asked to leave
and you're not leaving, sir.

-I'm going to ask you
one more time.
-Yes well, I--

Please don't let me ask you
one more time.

I know that's not
how it works.

Now, I don't know what this is
about or who called you.

But I haven't done
anything wrong.

And I'm just going to sit here
and wait for my--

-Sir, get off the bench.
-What?

Sir, get off the bench.

All right.

I'm going to go over here.
And I'm going to--

Are you seeing this?
I'm going to go over here.

Seeing what?
Seeing what?

--Help... ...
- somebody... ohh...

Shut the hell up.

Somebody...

You're on the air.

Ladies and gentleman,
grab your cameras
and grab your phones

and enjoy the show!

Stop taping me.

What do you expect?

Violent actions
receive violent responses.

It's sick. We always
have to blame the victims.

Yeah. Okay.
Deflect a little more.

Thugs.

You know,
in discussing this,

you got to ask
the question of which one
had a criminal record.

The only race I believe
in is the human race...

Who whoa. Help.
Somebody help!

- ...We're trying to help...
-...It's all race baiting...

...Police are way less
violent than protesters...

-...All lives matter...
-...It's flat out injustice...

...I'm tired of the white
bashing...

...It's difficult to believe
that people are this
fucking stupid...

...This is nothing
but a smear campaign...

...Well he must have done
something to provoke it...

...Who's marching for that other
guy that got shot...

...they're criminals...

...It's people of color
who can't seem to obey
simple orders...

-...How innocent is he?
-...if you talk about racism,
you're the racist...

...Not all cops...

- huh.
You're on the air.

Man, I don't get
why you're following me.

What's your name?

I don't have
to tell you my name.

Tell me your name.

Okay, no, I don't think
I have to tell you anything.

-You're trespassing.
-No. This is a school.

Are you in school?

-Yes.
-Right now?

Yeah. I'm currently
a student in--

No, I mean are you "currently"
in class at the moment?

No.

So then you're trespassing.

No. No man, I'm just--
I'm just here to get my bike.

That's all I'm doing.
This is my bike.

You're bike.
That's very interesting
because we got a report

about someone stealing a bike
that looks just like this one.

Well, that's got
nothing to do with me.

I don't know that.

Dude, why are you
doing this to me?

Because.

Matter of fact,
what's in the bag?

Okay that--

-Come on, man.
-Shh. Shh.

-There's nothing in there.
-Well, let's see?

Wow.
Look at this.

Whoa. What the fuck?
You can't just do that.

-Shut up.
-That's harassment, man.

Shut up!

That's just my book
What the fuck?

Shut up. What else
we got in here?

You know what, man,
fuck you.

-Fuck me?
-This is bullshit.

- Don't touch me!
- -Turn around.

- Okay.
-Spread your legs.

Man I didn't fucking do
anything. This is fucked up.

Hey Hey! Stop resisting.

STUDENT
Fuck, man. Why would you that?
What the fuck?

Man. What the fuck, man?
Why would you do that?

-What's wrong--
-Don't make another
mother-fucking move!

Move again and I will
wet you so fast.

I will end you.

Don't shoot.

Please, don't shoot.

Thanks for being here.

No problem.

Okay. Is this what you
envisioned

when you signed up
for the job?

Not exactly, no.

What did you envision
it to be?

I just envisioned it to
be a little different.

A little different than
what it currently is.

I can't really
put my finger on it.

Have you ever been accused
of being a bully?

No. I don't think so.

- Interesting.
- -Isn't it?

And this... this was
supposed to be funny?

No.

Okay, sorry. You said it was
going to be a funny question.

...or the bigotry or
the unfair treatment.

What do you do about it?

I mean, I just...

I cannot control
those other people, man.

I just...
I do what I can do.

And I try and be
the best police officer
that I can be.

But wouldn't that be
protecting and serving
the community?

And I feel I do that.

If you're not doing anything
to see these other
things happen?

I mean... isn't that what
the judicial system's for?

Well apparently, that's not
working so well.

Well... then you should be
questioning them not me.

I wouldn't say I'm part
of the problem.

So if you're not... doing
anything about it...

or if you're not...
when you say there's
nothing you can do...

does that...
where does that put you?

It puts me where
I am right now.

And where's that?

Right here. Just trying
to figure it out.

So at the end of the day,
you look in the mirror.

What do you see?
Do you see a hero?

No.

No.

I see a guy just...

just trying to do
a job, you know?

Nobody's perfect but,
I do it as good as I can.

I mean, we could always
be better, right?

If you could go back,

would you do this again
if you had the chance to?

I think I would.

I just want to go home.

Just let me go home, please.
I want to go home.

I just want to go home.

Bang.

Is it really always racial?
There's black cops too, isn't there?

I mean, I'm an advocate
of people standing up to--

Right now you're being
a devil's advocate

so, you're not really
advocating for anyone.

Things are going to change,

and things are tipping.

And when it does change,
shit is going to go down hard.

I don't want be around
when it happens,

and don't get me wrong
I'm going to be in the stands
with popcorn and shit,

watching it all go down,

but someone is going
to come out of the woodwork.

Someone is going to do
some crazy, crazy shit.

And when they do,
everyone's going to be
sitting there going,

"What the fuck just happened?".
And we'll be like, "Told ya".

10-9,
did I hear that right?

I got a couple
in the hospital claiming
they were assaulted.

I need someone to
look into possible 10-38
of a white se--

... from one of our users
on the Facebook comments,

"Whatever happened
to the hands up,

don't shoot,
can't breathe,

just out to buy Skittles
movement?"

It's also important
to note that the user name
is Sponge Bill Square Shorts

and he "liked"
his own comment...

Black cop. Black cop.

Looking for your people
as you come around the block.

What's up, Black Cop?

Sorry.

Gotta film
just in case, you know.

Keep doing what you do,
Black Cop.

You all scream
about opinion.

Freedom of speech.

See, but you all motherfuckers
can't handle

when that shit hits you
back in the face.

I mean, see,
that is the problem
with you all motherfuckers.

You think
you know everything.

We all do.

See, we know
everything we know.

I mean, I hear these young
brothers and they be like,

man, I'm afraid
for my life.

I can't walk down the street
without looking over my shoulder

wondering if I'll make it home
from the grocery store.

Well, welcome to my world.

Living in fear
is my life.

I mean, I make
a traffic stop,

and I have to wonder if last
night is the last time
I'm gonna see my sister.

I pull up on a domestic dispute,
and I wonder

if I'm going to get
a shotgun in my face.

I got news for you all, man.

You are not exclusive.

You are not special.

God, man, we all
live in fear.

See, but terror.

Terror is different.

You can live in terror,
if you want.

But me,
I live in control.

Because cycles like this
just make me dizzy.

And a dizzy man
can't stay focused.

And I'm focused.

And I am not a sellout.

How you doing?

Never better.

You heard about the rouge
officer reports today?

Harassing civilians?

Yeah. How's Franklin?

Embarrassed mostly.
He didn't see a thing.

He got choked out
from behind.

Woke up cuffed
and without his uniform.

In a dumpster.

I can't imagine.

He didn't see the guy
but we're sure-- he's sure,

the suspect was working with
the two males that he was
questioning this morning.

I see.

He said that they tried
to contact their crew.

He stopped it but it
was too late. Ambushed.

I'm confused.

Well. He had a couple of teens
he was questioning.

They began to call for backup
when he got jumped from behind.

Yeah, no, I got that
but how was he working
with the kids?

His uniform was gone.
Taken, they think.

There's someone out there
dressed as an officer.

--I know.

I was hoping that you
might know why someone

would go as far as
dressing as a cop

and making up a car
to look--

I could think of
a lot of reasons.

That's why I thought
to ask you.

I'm glad you understand.

You would have
a better idea being...

What? Being black?

It's a harsh reality.

-We.
-Sorry?

We would have a better idea.

Being black.

I mean, unless
you're not now.

-It was a male.
-Right.

Are we done?

Yeah. Of course.

Sorry about that,
I didn't mean--

All good. I will keep
an eye out.

Careful out there.

I know it must be strange.

That's all you need
is people thinking it's you.

Nah. We all look the same,
right?

I didn't mean it
that way--

Cops. We all look the same.

Right.

Well, keep
doing what you do.

I plan to.

Is it difficult?

Your first week?

I know mine was.

It gets better.

At one point you understand
what it's all for.

Then when you do.
Tell me.

Possible 10-38
of a white sedan.

Done up to look
like a police vehicle.

Yeah, it was crazy.

He was like,
a super cop, man.

He came out of nowhere.
Then he let us go.

- You're serious.
- -Yeah.

Did you speak to him?

No, I'm smarter than that.
I was scared for my life.

Even though he helped you.

For sure. I mean,
he's a cop, right?

Fair enough, little brother.
Fair enough.

Man, Fuck them little niggers.

They'll never understand
and they sure as hell never
going to respect you.

You just go and you do
God's work, son.

That's it, then.
You bellying up?

You going to let these people
on the radio get to you?

See that's the problem.

We never get to them.
We do not get to them.

- I'm better than this.

Better than what?

I'm better than this.
We're better than this.

Man, get the fuck
outta here. What, hmm?

You afraid to hurt someone?

Please.

Just get out.

Don't get self-righteous
on me now, cupcake.

You started this.
You gonna run away?

You're in too deep.

- Man, you live for this shit.
- -No.

God damn.
You are not a good cop.

Hell, you're not even
a good person.

You steal. You're bitter.
You're an asshole.

Man, this shit is not
gonna make you a saint.

For once you get some balls and
you hide them with your tail.

Man.

Get mad!

God damn it, I like you
when you get mad.

You think better
when you're mad.

What else you
got to be mad about?

- Get the fuck out.

Get out!

What? So what?

You gonna
kill a nigger now?

Do the real work, brother.

Permission to be dismissed?

You just broke my cellphone.

I can't breathe.

I know.

How's that shoe feel?

...you refused to answer
any of my questions.

You. You're. You're-

I'm a police officer
and you're a doctor.

...stop swinging my arm..

What are you doing?

I'll get back to the car.

-Get back in the car!
-I need to know what's going on.

Don't make another
fucking move!

Don't shoot.

I just want to go home.
Just let me go home, please.

Fucked up.

--Jesus.

You okay?

Red vintage bike.

"No left handle tape".
You little motherfucker.

Don't.

I don't know if you're
sick on something,
but don't smile.

Don't flinch,
don't move.

Easy.

I could give you 20 reasons
why I wanted to be a cop...

Imagine if I approached
a paraplegic assault victim
and said,

"You should have walked away."

Imagine if I said
to the person who was on fire,

"Stay calm."

Imagine if I said
to the drowning boy,

"Stop struggling,
you're making it worse."

Imagine if I said
to the person choking,

"Just breathe,
it will pass."

Imagine if I said
to the autistic girl,

"There is no excuse
for all that frustration."

I mean, imagine...

if I said to the mother,

"There are better ways
to grieve over your child."

Imagine if I said
to the Aboriginal woman,

"What about the other girls
that went missing?"

Imagine if I said
to the person who
fell from the ladder,

"That wouldn't have happened
if you weren't up there though."

Imagine if I said to the long
term cancer patient,

"You should read this
information about cancer."

Imagine if I said
to the pregnant woman,

"Yeah, I know exactly
how that feels, it's
like when..."

Imagine if I said
to the soldier,

"Don't shoot back,
and try and talk to him."

Imagine if I said
to the American,

"What does 9-11
have to do with you?"

Imagine if I said
to the journalist's family,

"He took the job
knowing the risk."

I mean, imagine if I said
to patient in the ER:

"You're better than this."

Imagine if I said
to the child,

"I expect better from you."

Imagine if I said
to the homeless person,

"Well, If I were you..."

Imagine If I said
to the battered woman,

"By talking about abuse,
you are the abuser."

Imagine if I said,

"Yeah but that
happens to everyone."

Imagine if I did this
all day every day.

Did you kill anybody?

Not literally.

I looked at you today,
know what I saw?

Beats me.

I saw someone I thought
I could relate to.

Not someone keeping a tally
on arrested black kids,

and then turning around
harassing other people
like a video game.

-White people.
-What?

White people.

You can't even say it.

It was white people.

Although there was
a Korean in there somewhere.

I'm pretty sure.
I can't really tell.

My God.
You think this is funny.

You don't deserve
to wear that uniform.

You sick bastard.

I appreciate that,
thank you.

I don't like
what you're on--

You keep talking about
what I'm on.

See, what I'm on
is the job.

The payroll. Alert.
Duty. Edge.

The streets.
My streets.

I play it smart out here.

I know my shit.
I patrol my shit.

I keep order on my shit.

I crack down on the shit.

Why do I do that?

Why do I crack down
on those black kids?

Because if I don't do it,
someone else will.

Somebody else
will get that thug.

Someone else will put
that nigger behind bars.

So you better know
anytime I hear someone say,

"suspect dark, black,

afro-whatever, even
slightly tanned..."

I put my foot on the gas,
and drive like my wife
is having a baby

and I get there
before anyone.

And if someone else is there...

I make damn well sure
I do the talking,

the breathing, the moving,

the guessing,
the questioning, everything.

Because if I do not do it,
someone else will.

So I take the blame.
I take the names.

I take the hate.
Because that is my job.

Get out of here.

You're letting me go?

I'm giving you
a head start.

Hey, wait.

The one reason.

You said there was one reason
you cared about.

My dad.

He was cop.

Ain't that some shit?

Hey, good news.
We found your bike.

Okay, but what
the hell happened?

My best guess

is a car backed over it
a few times.

A car backed over it.

Yeah, but the lock
still looks great.

Who-- Who the hell
would that?

People are assholes,
I guess.

Tire pressure's still great..

You're listening
to the Liberation Room.

We are all dedication,
all night.

Who are you sending
this one out to?

- Echo 97.
-And what do you want to say?

You're right.
Third day is a charm.

All right, Echo 97,
keep it real, keep it right.

- This one's for you...

Yo, I did my best.

Did you?

Hi, um, my name is Andre

and I am really unapologetically
black sometimes.

The side effects of being
unapologetically black

include people
removing you from Facebook

because you post
too much black stuff.

People think you're
oversensitive

because you don't sideline
your own oppression.

But one thing I've learned
about white fragility

means that you live
in a glass house.

Throwing stones at those
who are already shattered.

Like this one time

I was out to brunch
with a few friends

and, of course, I was
the only black person there

so they felt they needed
to ask their local black man

what is and what isn't racist.

Until Sam kept saying
she didn't see race.

You see, I wanted
to shut that shit down

but Sam was the one
that drove me out there

and I kind of needed that drive.

Or like that one time Chris told me

I was playing the race card
when I told him

I got stopped and frisked.

Or when Quinn said that
if I just respected the police

then none of this
would be happening.

But you know, maybe I'll
use this poem to tell you

about the time I've been
stopped and frisked.

Or maybe this is the poem
where I tell you

that tokenism is not diversity.

Or maybe this the poem where
I tell you how scared I am.

Or the one where I make a metaphor
comparing them to Tamir Rice.

And I'm Mike Brown.
And my mom's Sandra Bland.

And my dad's Oscar Grant.

And we're just trying to play house.

But, I mean, here I am blacksplaining.

Or half blacksplaining,
as Chris would say.

Because considering he's
dating a black woman

means he can judge someone's
blackness, right?

And, I mean, unlike him,
I just can't turn off the radio

when I'm done feeling
black for the day.

I just can't switch from
hip hop to rock and' roll

because I would be breaking
my own stereotype.

But people don't like
hearing these poems.

People want to hear poems
that aren't a cliche.

But I'm a cliche right here because
I've written this poem before.

This is a poem. I'm still writing.

This is a poem that should never
be finished in my lifetime.

And here I am, expressing my pain

in one of the only platforms I have

to see if I can be validated.

But I have to keep performing this poem
for the people in the back.

I'll perform this poem until
black bodies are looked at

as humans before they are weapons.

Until I can stop looking in the mirror
and thinking it was me.

Until I can stop being asked
to police my own blackness.

Without me being
the dead kid in the room.

I'll perform this poem
again and again.

And again, until I find
the words I am looking for.

But until then,

you'll hear this poem again.

This is The Roost,

where the topics are hot,
but the issues are chilly.

Now that the jury is out,
it's time to call in.

We want to hear your thoughts
on the verdict.

Get at your girl.
Who's talking to me?