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♪ Happy Birthday ♪

All right, now you gotta blow
during the that candle out, boy,

All right, all right.

There you go. First try.

15's a big year, Jordan.

Yeah, man, it's a powerful year.

You gotta do your thing in
the classroom, on that court.

Always preaching.

Nah, that's advice.

Yeah, it's a big difference.

- Says you.
- Vinessa.

- Ah, happy birthday, lil' dog.
- Ooh, you know what I wanted.

- Yes, boy.
- Oh, my God.

Look at these.

This number 8... it worked
for Kobe a little bit.

It worked for me; it's
definitely gonna work for you.

Thanks, bro.

Yo, um, I think Ruzek needs me

to do that undercover thing
he got a bite on.

Oh, I'll go.

Uh, actually, you might have
the wrong paint job.

Oh. Okay.

I can, um, stay here
and help them eat cake.

Copy that. Hey, check this out.

I wanna send a toast to my
little brother Jordan, okay?

Oh, yeah.

Let's make 15
the most powerful year ever.

- No doubt.
- No doubt.

Aw, dude, I forgot to tell you,

I tried the barbecue sauce you sent me.

- It was good, right?
- Come on, man.

Look, it's gonna be big someday,

I'm trying to tell you... just
need to line up the financing.

I got your financing right here.

Speaking of which, why don't
you show me a few stacks?

- Make me feel at ease.
- You don't trust me?

I don't trust my own mama
when it comes to

money and drugs and she's a damn saint.

All right, all right.

Look, I'm doing this for you,
bro, but Kurtis don't play.

Like, not even a little bit.

Especially when white boys get involved.

Yeah, I picked up on that.

I thought he was all right
the other night though.

No, he don't dig white people.

I'm telling you like it is, Billy,

so just show me
what's in the bag, please.

- You know the drill. You know the drill.
- Come on, man.

Oh, my goodness. I'm not holdin'.

I'm never holdin'.

I'm a broker, baby,
like them dudes on Wall Street.

I set the deals up and get
a little taste, that's it.

30K.

Yes, sir. As a reminder, you know I'm...

- $3,000. I remember.
- Okay.

- We good?
- Good.

- We good.
- All right, I'll call Kurtis.

My man. Let's do this.

Englewood, Englewood.

Yeah, yeah, up to no good.

Come on, man.
Come up with something new.

And that song
ain't even talking about...

I know.

It's talking about
a different Englewood.

So, this kid Kurtis
is moving real weight?

He's more of an up-and-comer.

He's got a direct line
to the Sinaloa cartel.

Hm.

It's not easy to get a kid
from this neighborhood to flip.

Till he's staring down
ten years at Stateville.

Got something to say now.

- 'Sup, Andre?
- What's happening?

Good to see you.

What's up, big dog?

How you feeling, Billy?

I'm great. How you doing?

Hey.

Cell phones in the basket.

Have a seat, fellas.

So, the West Loop, huh?

It's a huge, untapped market.

Tons of rich white dudes
looking to party.

The only problem is there's
no quality product there.

What's Eddie's cut?

Three grand.

I forgot, uh...

How'd you two meet?

Ballet.

What?

Yeah, the spot with the disco
balls and the dancer poles.

On 28th and Jefferson, you know?

- Oh, that kind of ballet.
- I was dating one of the ballerinas.

Yeah, me too.

Uh, sorta.

I had to pay her a little
something-something

from time to time,
but she was worth every penny.

- Yeah, she was a fox.
- Yeah.

Well, I'm glad you two hit it off.

It's nice to see you again, Billy.

What happened?

I don't know.
It felt good, and then bam,

he was out the door. Meeting over.

You think they made Kev?

Nah, I mean, I was staring at
my cheeseburger the whole time.

Who knows, maybe he's just careful.

Hey, good news
is Eddie's still on board.

He just texted me, wants me to
swing by his house in a few hours.

Good, play it out.
Kev, keep an eye on him.

Hey, man, don't push it.
There's other dealers we can work with.

- Not like Kurtis, there's not.
- Oh, yeah? Why's he so special?

He likes killing
as much as he likes dealing.

He enjoys it.

Eddie, where you at, man?

Call number three.

Listen, I'm getting a little nervous.

I don't know if you noticed
I'm a preppy white dude

from the northern suburbs,
so you need to hit me back.

I'm at your door.

Eddie?

Eddie. Hey!

- Kev, cover the front.
- Copy that.

Kev, roll an ambo. Right now.

- Eddie? Eddie?
- Copy.

Hey, what happened, man? Who did this?

Jesus. Eddie.

We're gonna stop the bleeding.
You just hold on, man.

Eddie, listen, I'm sorry to
tell you this, but I'm a cop.

I got help on the way right now, okay?

You just gotta stay strong.

No, Eddie, stop, man. Stop. Stop.

- You're a cop! You're a...
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You gotta talk to me.
Tell me who did this.

Was it Kurtis?

What's...

...your real name?

It's Adam.

Adam Ruzek.

Hey, brother. Listen, look at me.

Who did it?

Tell me, was it Kurtis who did this?

- Was it Kurtis?
- No.

I ain't going out like that,

Adam.

Like what, man? Hey.

Hey.

Like...

Like a snitch.

Nah, man, no, no, no.

Eddie, come on, man.

Eddie?

Come on, man!

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- What do we got?
- What's up?

Two to the chest. Nine millimeter.

The casings are right here.

- Find a gun?
- Not yet.

You okay?

Yeah.

This was Kurtis or somebody
that worked for him.

It had to be.

Well, now we follow the evidence.

Grab Upton and Halstead. Start knocking.

We need witnesses.

Yeah.

He was alive when I got here.

He was alive, right there.

I was trying to help him.
Told him I was a cop.

The way he looked at me, man.

Pushed my hands away.

He knew why he got shot...
'cause I got made...

And he picked up the tab.

Hey.

I understand.

I get it, I mean,
you really liked Eddie.

But this isn't on you, dog.

You didn't pull that trigger.

- All right?
- Thanks, bro.

We'll get him.

I didn't see anything or hear anything.

You live across the street,
20 feet from his house.

I was watching TV, had the volume up.

Anything else?

You knew Eddie, right?

Yeah? Was he a good guy?

- Great guy.
- Yeah?

Why not help us find
the man who killed him?

Not my job.

Oh, you're okay with him getting killed?

Didn't say I was okay with it.
I said it's not my job.

There's a difference.

Not really.

I mean, you live right next door, right?

You didn't hear anything?

All right, hey, just tell us
what you heard, please.

I didn't hear anything.

You didn't hear anything?

All right. Hey.

- Have you seen this guy?
- No.

You didn't even look yet.

Have you seen this guy?

- No.
- Never?

Never.

Thank you so much.

This no snitch thing
gets worse and worse.

There's no trust.
There's no cooperation.

Remember a few years back
when they at least

gave a courtesy look,
and then a respectful lie?

Yeah.

So this is spotter-cam video.

It's not perfect, but here's the shot.

Swivels.

- There's our guy.
- Yeah. Sure looks like Kurtis.

Mm, about the same height, same weight.

Yeah, but we can't see his face.

Definitely not enough for a warrant.

It's enough for you to grab
Antonio and pay him a visit.

Yup.

Well, let's watch this again.

So, what happened...
Kurtis shoots Eddie,

he goes running out the back?

Yeah, but the bloody
footprints that I saw...

they went out the front door.

It could be two shooters.

One goes out the front,
the other goes out the back.

Hey, you two...
head over to that restaurant

and figure out what happened, will you?

- Okay.
- Something spooked these guys.

Kurtis Washington, Chicago PD.

We'd like to talk to you
about a friend of yours,

Eddie Greene.

Got nothing to say.

He was killed last night.

Got nothing to say.

We have reason to believe

that you were with him
earlier that evening.

Maybe you could help us
find the man who killed him

since you two are friends?

Got nothing to say.

Do you know what a spotter cam is?

- I got nothing to say.
- Okay.

It's this amazing
new piece of technology.

When a gun is fired, a video camera just

automatically swivels towards
the direction of the sound.

And the dude running away

sure looks a lot like you.

Like I said, officer...

I got nothing to say.

Okay, don't worry. We'll be back.

How can I help you?

We wanna talk to you about
one of your regular customers,

Kurtis Washington.

Chicken, extra spicy, French fries.

Arnold Palmer.

More lemonade than tea.

We're more interested
in his business dealings

than his food choices.

You got a men's room?

Thanks.

What about Andre Walker?

Ham and cheese sandwich, extra swiss.

Back to food, huh?

That's my business. Food.

Nothing else.

Mmm.

May I say...

You might be the prettiest
damn police I've ever seen.

Might be?

Okay, you are.

That's better.

So, Kurtis and Andre came
in yesterday with Eddie Greene

and another guy. White guy.

Don't know Eddie.

Or the white dude.

Anything unusual happen?

Didn't even notice they were here.

You're good.

That's why I'm still standing, baby.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Your insights and observations
were invaluable.

Found a counter-surveillance
device in the restaurant.

The kind you can buy
for five bucks at some

half-assed spy store.

Must've read the transmission
from Ruzek's wire,

so Kurtis cut the meeting short.

They probably thought
Eddie was snitching...

working a case, so he popped him,

Two in the chest.

Hey, techs lifted two fresh prints...

one off of a beer bottle
in Eddie's living room

and the other off the front door knob.

Both are a match to Roland Garrett.

Male, black, 36. One felony charge.

Aggravated assault with a firearm.

Track him down, now.

- Roland Garrett?
- Yes?

- Chicago PD.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Keep your hands up.
- Man, what's going on?

We need to talk. Step down to me.

- About what?
- Eddie Greene. Turn around.

- Someone killed him last night.
- I know.

Oh, you know he's dead.

Yeah.

He's my brother.

My fingerprints are
on a beer bottle, so what?

Well, the beer was still
cold when we bagged it.

That means you were there
when your brother got shot.

So, either A, you did it,

or B, you saw who did.

Or C, I was there,

but I didn't do it and I didn't see it.

- Hey.
- Bro, what's up, Kevin?

You good?

Roland owns the mini mart on my block.

- Mm.
- Good people.

Um, so, yeah, we just wanna
know what happened.

And actually the more we know,
the more we can help out,

so, what you know, dog?

Okay.

I was there.

I went to see Eddie,
you know, to say hi.

Pay my condolences,

'cause I ain't seen him
since his pop passed.

We got the same mother,
different fathers.

Right.

So, what happened?

We were catching up.

Eddie was, uh... He was nervous.

Said he had some deal with somebody

and somebody got spooked
or something like that,

I don't know.
I don't really pay attention.

You know, I loved Eddie,
but he's always hustling.

Anyway, some... some guy shows up.

But he... he knocked at the
back door; I didn't see him.

Uh, I went to the kitchen
to make a sandwich.

- You didn't see him?
- No, sir.

Hm.

Size 11?

Yeah.

We got your footprint, Roland.

Bloody footprints.

That means you were near Eddie's body.

Yeah.

After the dude shot Eddie, I...

He ran out the back door.

So I walked over to Eddie,

and I saw he was shot.

He was...

He was crawling towards the door.

I got scared.

So...

So, I ran out the front door.

But yo, I-I called 911
like two minutes later.

Y'all can check the records.

Yeah, we will.

Listen...

I-I gotta ask this.

Why not help save your brother's life?

I sell... I sell condoms
and candy bars, homey.

I'm not equipped to save nobody's life.

But if you saw photos,
you could recognize the guy.

No!

I didn't... I didn't see his face.

This is your flesh and blood, Roland.

I know.

But he's gone.

I still gotta live there.

- Kev, you know how it is.
- Yeah.

You know, I know.

There's a difference this time.

All right? This is me.

And I can help you on this side.

You're good, bro.

I...

I ain't no hero, Kev.

Just another brother
trying to pay his rent,

maybe have a little fun,

stay above ground.

I don't care
how much you hate the police.

If you got family involved,
you gotta come clean.

The victim himself
wouldn't even give me a name

and he's lying there dying
and the last thing he says is

"I ain't no snitch."

Talk about taking it to your grave.

Hey, guys, found some video surveillance

from the night of the murder.

It's not perfect,
but it shows a distant image

of the man we believe
to be Kurtis Washington

hopping into a BMW
two blocks from Eddie's house.

- You make out the plate?
- Already ran it.

It's registered to Maya
Spriggs, girlfriend of

Andre Walker,
mother of his three children.

Oh, so Andre was the getaway
driver, that makes sense.

They're partners.

All right, get that car.
Maybe we can find some blood.

There's a warrant for the car.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Baby, that's my car.
- I got this, baby.

- Wait, why does he need to?
- Go back to the kids.

Keep them away from
all this police harassment.

'Sup, Billy?

Long time no see.

What you doing over here, huh?

Thought you lived in the West Loop.

Word is, there's a huge,

untapped market for blow up there?

Just so you know, Eddie...
he had no idea I was a cop.

No idea.

You know, I liked Eddie.

Kurtis did too.

We feel real bad you got his ass popped.

You better watch yourself, Andre.

Sounds like a confession to me.

I ain't killed nobody.

And I don't know nobody
who killed nobody.

But word gets out around here.

And snitches like Eddie
get dealt with real fast.

Well, let's go.

Listen to your girlfriend,

Billy.

We'll see you soon.

Andre's BMW is clean.
No blood evidence anywhere.

Yeah? What about Eddie's house?

Techs are still working
on it... so far, nothing.

There's gotta be something.

A print? A hair?

Seriously?

We know that Kurtis popped him.

We know that Andre
picked him up in the BMW.

Yeah, well, knowing
doesn't mean a damn thing.

So, go out there and find something.

God.

Hey, Adam.

You gotta let it go.

I mean, good guy or not,

Eddie was in the game. He knew the risk.

- Yeah.
- Hey.

One of my CIs just told me
that Andre's girl, Maya,

deals dope out of
a unlicensed beauty salon

and she's got two priors.

- That's something.
- Yeah.

Take Burgess and Upton.

- Let's go.
- All right, copy that.

Chicago PD!

- Everyone show us your hands now.
- What the hell is going on?

- Hands up, we have a warrant.
- Turn around.

Maya, right? Turn around for me.

Turn around for me.
Just wanna see what kind

of beauty products you're
pushing out of this joint.

All right, sorry about that, ladies.

Come on now.

- Baby.
- Baby, come get me.

Look, I will. Just sit tight.

Ask for a lawyer
and keep your damn mouth shut.

This is harassment!

You know that, right?

Andre.

It's not our fault your lady
runs a salon without a license.

And sells blow in her spare time.

What'd you find, huh?

What, a couple grams?
Eight ball or something?

- She don't move no product.
- The problem is, she's got two priors.

With this new charge, she's going away.

She's a three-time loser.

Mother of your children.

Unless, of course,
you got something to tell us.

Something that might, I don't know,

inspire us to drop the case?

Nope.

Not a damn thing.

You know, I'm getting sick
and tired of her ass anyway.

Truth is, you're doing me a favor.

Wow, hell of a guy...

Shut up, bitch, I wasn't talking to...

You got a smart mouth, you know that!

Stand up! Say that again, right now!

- Enough!
- I'll take this badge off.

You and I could do this right now, man!

Come on, Hailey,
what the hell is wrong with you?

- What are you doing?
- What is wrong with you?

Reform, federal oversight,
independent auditors.

You can't just hit people
because they piss you off.

Not in front of me, anyway.

Get in the car.

Andre's not gonna flip.

He didn't even flinch.

In Pilsen, they don't talk 'cause
they're afraid of getting deported.

In Englewood,
they're afraid of getting shot.

Look, I'll be in late tomorrow.
I have a parent-teacher

conference thing I have to be at.

Yo, Sarge, let me grab
Roland one more time.

I mean, I think deep down
he wants to talk.

I can convince him to if he can
just wrap his head around it.

Not a lot to wrap your head around.

Someone shoots your brother
twice in the chest,

- you bury his ass.
- See, it's deeper than that.

Oh, my God, it was his brother.

Somebody shot his brother,
he's the only person

that can help us, and he's
gonna protect the killer?

That's not what I'm saying.

What I'm saying is, where I come from,

or where Roland lives,
if you don't trust the cops,

- you're not gonna cooperate.
- It's called being a coward...

Enough of this crap, you hear me?

I don't care about what's right.

I care about making this case.

You understand?

Yeah.

All right, good.

So, talk to Roland.

- A'ight.
- He comes forward,

maybe we can offer witness protection.

We might have to come up
with another plan.

What's going on?

Male, black, late 20s. Two to the chest.

- Victim's name...
- Roland Garrett.

Hey, boss... two nine
millimeter shells on the floor.

Surveillance video?

Yeah, there's two cameras in here.
but neither one of them work.

- The register?
- It's full.

Shooter just walked in, took
two shots, and walked out.

This was Kurtis.
We all know that, right?

He obviously figured out
Roland was at Eddie's house

and didn't wanna roll the dice
he'd keep his mouth shut.

Hey, patrol found a witness
who says they saw a guy

run from the scene,
drop something in the dumpster

- behind the building.
- Go check it out.

You two start knocking,
see what you can find.

Someone had to see something.

Yeah, but will someone talk to us?

You got it. Come on.

- Kev.
- Huh?

Is that Jordan?

Damn. Hold on.

Jordan!

Yo, what the hell
are you doing out here, man?

Hey. Come here.

Man, what the hell is going on, bro?

It's damn near 11:00.

What you doing out here?

I was walking back
from Michelle's house, and...

we were studying and I fell asleep...

Fell asleep my ass, Jordan.

Now we done already had
this conversation, dog,

I'm your big brother
and the last thing...

I know, I know.

What happened?

Nothing good.

Bro...

That's Roland?

Yeah.

I liked him, bro.

I mean, when I told him
I made the basketball team,

he gave me a bunch of free food.

He even said
he'd make it to a few games.

Who shot him?

A local dope dealer.

Roland saw something
he shouldn't have saw.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

All right, an eyewitness
saw an unidentified male

flee from the scene,
toss an object into a dumpster.

Detective Halstead
recovered that object one block

from the scene...
a Glock, nine millimeter.

- Ballistics?
- Same weapon used

in the Eddie Greene homicide.

- Prints?
- Negative.

Does it connect back
to Kurtis Washington

or Andre Walker or anyone
involved with this gang?

No, it was stolen from a
registered owner in Wisconsin.

No forensics, no witnesses...

Yeah, I get it, but it all goes back

to that undercover meeting with Ruzek,

which we got on tape, by the way.

Listen.

Kurtis gets spooked, calls off the meet.

Two hours later, Eddie gets
popped, two in the chest.

The next day, the only eyewitness,

his brother Roland,
gets popped two in the chest.

Same weapon both hits.

I'm with you.

Kurtis is the shooter,
Andre drove the getaway car.

Check, check. But...

We still don't have enough
to move forward.

I'm sorry, Hank.

Any luck with the warrant?

Nah, Valdez says we need more.

- Ah, what else is new, right?
- Yep.

Hey, how was that
parent-teacher conference?

It was great.

Eva's doing really well.
Getting all A's.

Tell her I said hey.

Yeah.

- Adam.
- Yeah?

Give me a second.

What's up, boss?

Got a call about you this morning.

Someone saw you punch Andre Walker.

That someone filed a beef.

IAD's opened an official investigation.

Boss, this prick Andre,
he was pushing his luck...

Stop talking now.

An active resister refused
to comply with your orders.

He tried to overpower you.

In order to protect yourself
and others, you used

physical force to regain
control of the situation.

All right, copy that.

As to Upton, that's on you.

All right.

Hey.

Spilled coffee.

Memo to self...
invent a lid that doesn't drip.

Hey, so, listen,
that thing from yesterday...

it's become a little bit of a situation.

Somebody saw what happened,
they filed a report,

Now I got a CR to deal with.

I just wanna make sure you
and I are on the same page.

Same page.

I know you know what I mean.

I'm gonna have to think about it.

Huh.

Just shooting straight, man.

There's iPhones and cameras everywhere.

It's not so easy
to just make up a lie anymore.

And I know a lot of good coppers

that have been stripped
for falsifying...

No, you do what you gotta do, Upton.

Hey.

Caught a break.
Found some surveillance footage

from a camera about a block
away from the mini mart.

Thanks, man.

That is Kurtis, no doubt.

That's 'cause you know it's him.

If you're in a jury,
that's a skinny man,

black, wearing a hoodie.

All right, let me play with it,

see if I can get a better angle.

Well, there's the gun.

All right, play it again, regular size.

All right, hold it. Stop. See that?

There's someone else there.

Yeah, probably Andre being a lookout.

Let me mess with it. Hold up.

Yeah, all I can make out is his sneaker.

Straight up.

You saw the face of the man who
threw the gun in the dumpster.

Yes.

If I showed you photos,
you can identify the guy?

I mean, I can, but...

Bro, look what happened to Roland.

Look what happened to him.

I mean, he winded up dead, dude.

People hate snitches and you know that.

I understand that, but that's
not gonna happen to you, okay?

I'm not gonna let that happen to you.

I mean, I know you wouldn't
but it still could.

What do you want me to do?

First of all, you didn't
do anything wrong, Jordan.

So, as far as I'm concerned,
you're not a snitch.

You're brave.

You're willing to help put away
a man who did a bad thing

to a very good person, so...

All I want you to do
is have self-respect.

I want you to be able
to look in the mirror

every day for the rest of your life

and know that you did the
right thing when it mattered.

That's all I want.

You all good, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Jordan.

Hi, Jordan.

I'm Anna Valdez; I'm with
the State's Attorney's office.

Your brother told me you saw

someone toss a gun into a dumpster.

Uhh...

Yeah.

I heard gunshots, and...

Then this man came out of the store,

and threw a gun into
this big, green dumpster.

Finally caught a lucky break.

Hm.

Hey, let's get you
set up in here, all right?

- You hungry?
- Yeah.

Hey.

You sure about all this?

No.

Why the hell are you doing it?

Because it's the right thing to do.

Forget what's right.

You do what's best
for you and your family.

That's what's right.

Yeah. Appreciate it.

Okay, if you see the man

who tossed the gun into the
dumpster, just say so, okay?

No.

Yeah.

Him.

Thank you, Jordan.

Type up the warrant.
I'll get in touch with the duty judge.

Proud of you, Jordan.

5021 Charlie, 10-1, 10-1.

Shots fired at the police. Male, black.

Hoofing it down the alley.

Copy that, 5021 Charlie. Shots fired.

Stop!

Offender just ran into
an alley off of Loomis,

headed west.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

Please, pick it up.

Kevin.

He might have another
weapon on his ankle.

Be careful.

It's all right, Kevin, I got you.

Stand down.

Get up.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Roland Garrett.

Let's go.

Come on.

Have I ever told you
you're faster than you look?

You think I'm overweight?

Dude, I needed this.

Thanks, man.
You did a hell of a job today.

Hey, appreciate that.

Buy you a drink?

Not this time.

I think I should probably take
Vinessa and Jordan to dinner.

- Fair enough.
- Yeah.

Congratulations.

I hear you boys had a nice pinch today.

Appreciate that.

Long way to walk for an attaboy.

Nah. Need the exercise.

All this sitting around can actually

shorten your life span by 20%.

Mmm.

But, uh, there is
something we need to discuss.

In private.

Okay. After you.

- Congratulations.
- Sir.

- I'll see you guys in the morning.
- Thanks, boss. Have a good night.

- Molly's?
- Yes.

Tofu chicken.

Chinese medicine.

Twitter.

I'm not sure where you're
going with this, Denny,

but I am intrigued.

I am just listing
a few things that I'm guessing

you think are ridiculous.

So far, so good.

Ah.

- I got one more for you too.
- Hm.

Police reform.

You know your man Rowzek?

Ruzek.

The case we filed
the other day just went away.

Seems the only witness,
a young woman named

Yvonne Wallace, changed her mind.

It's news to me.

Is that right?

Mm-hmm.

You know, it's always better
to cooperate up front, Hank,

when it's just a conversation
between two old friends.

Otherwise things can get more formal.

More contentious.

Like I said, I don't know.

You ever read a book called
"The Prince"?

Written by a cat named
Machiavelli back in the 1500s.

I haven't read that one.

Well, me either.

But there's one hell
of a quote in that book.

Goes something like...

If you aim at the king,

you better make damn sure
you kill his ass.

Yeah.

Yeah, I am familiar with that one.

See...

The thing is, Denny,

I never took aim at you.

You only think I did.

I'm pretty sure that's
what lawyers would call

"a distinction without a difference."

Have a good night, Hank.

To Eddie Greene.

And to Jordan Atwater.

Yeah.

That kid's got guts.

Testifying, going against some
ridiculous ingrained code...

It's not easy.

What are you really saying, Hailey?

Not the time, man.

It's not the time? No, it's right.

I think it's the perfect time.
Just say it.

All right.

Just let it go, man.

Let it go.

Hey, Hailey, look.

If you're gonna throw me under the bus,

just give me a heads up, huh?

I took care of it.

- What do you mean?
- Case went away.

- It just went away?
- Mm-hmm.

I found the witness.

I talked to her.
She agreed to recant her story.

She just agreed just like that?

I didn't say that.

Thank you.

I didn't do it for you.

Copy that.

So I...

I ran that, uh...

Plate you were asking about.

Antonio's friend?

Yeah.

He's a State's Attorney.

A guy named Nathan Potter.

Rising star.

Mm.

But...

Word is...

He's done a lot of work with your pal,

Denny Woods.

Mm.

You don't think Antonio's, uh...

The morning I saw him
with this prosecutor Potter...

he lied.

He told me he was at some
parent-teacher conference.

Huh.

This much I know.

They're coming after us, Al.

From all sides.

Yeah.

You coming to the game this Wednesday?

'Cause you know I'm getting
some play time with varsity.

It's gonna be crazy. It's gonna be hype.

And I'm really excited for the showcase.

Wait.

Kev, can we get some dessert?

Yeah.

Go for it.

Do they have milkshakes?

You jumpy, huh?

I'm good, I'm good.

- Little scared there, Kevin?
- Not bad.

All right, I'm getting ice cream.

Ice cream with some chocolate sauce.

Banana pudding. You wanna share with me?

I only had it once, it was...

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