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(sirens wailing in the distance)

(scratching sound)

(keys rattling, door creaking)

- Come on, Mr. Gomillion.

Time to go.

(buzzer ringing)

(loud music, people happily shouting)

♪ (man): Put your ♪ ♪ hands in the air! ♪

♪ Put your hands in the air! ♪

♪ Pick it up, pick it up! ♪

♪ (all, responding): ♪ ♪ Pick it up, pick it up! ♪

♪ I came to rock I came to rock ♪

♪ Everybody just drop Hey, hey!

♪ Everybody just drop

♪ I make it hot I make it hot ♪

♪ I make it hot

♪ I make it hot

♪ Everybody don't stop - Whoo!

♪ Everybody don't stop Put your hands in the air ♪

♪ Put your hands in the air ♪

♪ Pick it up Pick it up ♪

♪ Pick it up Pick it up ♪♪

(cheering)

(laughing) - That's right.

That's Winton's very own. You saw it here first.

You know how we get down.

To my brothers from another mother,

doin' that thing we've been doin' since third grade, killing the vocals.

C'mon now! - Whoo!

- Man, you was rhyming your ass off.

We just playin' out here.

- Speak for yourself, little brother. Folks come out to see me too.

(laughing)

- Hmm... That was so great.

- Yo, Kendall, you're the G.O.A.T. with them 90s lyrics, man.

Every week!

- Hey, Stevie, I appreciate you, brother. Thank you.

- Listen. I got laid off. Money's kinda tight right now

so if you got somethin' at the warehouse...

- Stevie, does it look like we tryin' to talk about work now?

- Ain't nobody talkin' to you, Lamar.

- No, but I'm talkin' to you. (woman, quietly): Okay.

- Stevie, give me a call next week.

Something might be opening up.

- You got heart, K. Always have. (phone ringing)

- My man. - Hello?

- That cat is always beggin'. Always.

- He's having a hard time, Lamar.

Damn.

Hey, babe, what's wrong?

- Amber. - I'm sorry, Mrs. Gomillion.

- Mr. and Mrs. Gomillion, Detective Douglas.

We spoke earlier.

- Where's our daughter?

- Exam room.

- Hey, Ingy, hey.

Daddy's here and Mommy's here too. You okay?

- I'm sorry about the squirrel.

- The... the squirrel? What squirrel, honey?

- At the park.

It looked hungry and I had some chips in my backpack.

- Dr. Mendez needs your parental consent

before she can examine Ingrid.

- Honey, it's okay, you can go over there with the doctor. We'll be right here, okay?

- Now wait a minute.

I need to speak with you. - Okay.

- I can only imagine how... hard this must be for you to hear,

so I'll be as direct as I can be about what we know so far.

Ingrid and the babysitter were separated for about five minutes

and in that time, a perpetrator grabbed Ingrid from behind,

pulled down her underwear

and touched her genitals.

- No.

- Apparently

the perpetrator ran away when the babysitter started calling Ingrid's name

but we got a good description,

and we're able to put out an APB.

- But you will catch him?

- You will be first to know when we do.

- What the hell?

It's okay, honey.

- Come on.

- Come on, sweetie.

- Get Ingy inside. - Okay.

Excuse me.

- Me and my family need some... some space right now. Okay?

- We just showing our support, K.

- I know and I appreciate it

but the best way you can show your support now is

by giving us our privacy.

- K. - Alright, thanks.

- No man, no.

- I'll talk to him.

K.

K, K, wait up!

- What were you thinking, Lamar, telling everyone our business?

- There are laws against revealing the name of a child who was assaulted.

- Oh man, listen, I wasn't thinkin'.

- Clearly.

Use some common sense, just once.

- Hey, Alisa, go give Ingy her bath, alright?

I'll see you in a second.

Look, Alisa's... - No. It's cool, it's cool.

I get it.

I get it, man.

The police catch the guy who did this?

- No.

They're still looking for him.

- White. - Yeah.

- How serious do you think the police are gonna treat this?

I mean, if a white girl's molested,

they'd be all over it, but one of ours?

(Kendall, wearily): Man, the detective is black.

- You really need me to explain why black and blue's a problem?

- What I don't need is this police conspiracy talk right now, Lamar, alright?

Alright, I got to go take care of my daughter.

I'll see you in the mornin'.

- I'm sorry this happened. - I know.

I know you are.

- Alright, brother.

- The water's nice and warm, honey.

You sure you don't want to get in?

It'll make you feel better.

Look at all these bubbles. They're amazing bubbles.

That's a lot of bubble bath, isn't it?

This is your favorite.

You can make a big snow bubblebath mountain.

(laughs softly)

These bubbles are the best bubbles.

- You know if I hadn't pushed us into goin' to karaoke

this wouldn't have happened. - No.

Let's not play the blame game.

- It's my job to protect our daughter.

- It's both our job.

- Yeah, but it's... it's different for me.

- Why? 'Cause you're a man?

(sighs)

- Because my father showed up for me,

my grandfather showed up for him,

and that's what I've been trying to do for Ingy.

- I know, baby,

but beating yourself up is not going to help her or us.

- I know.

- You know, I've been thinking we should put Ingy's catechism off 'til next year.

She doesn't need that kind of pressure right now.

- No. How does she get her First Communion

without taking her final test for catechism?

She's been studying for three months.

- She can do it next year.

- Except all her friends are doing it now.

It'll be worse if she misses out.

(Alisa sighs)

I'm gonna get her ready for bed.

- Alright.

- Please describe for the court

Kendall Gomillion's behavior

during your investigation.

- Hmm.

- Detective?

- It's a complicated question.

- Then I'll simplify.

Would you characterize the defendant's behavior as aggressive?

- Well, Mr. Gomillion was a concerned father

with a ten-year-old daughter who was sexually assaulted.

- Telephone records show that he called and texted you 15 times

in the eight hours following his daughter's assault.

- I probably would have done the same.

- Were you ever concerned that his behavior would turn violent?

That his obsession would lead

to the aggravated homicide that he stands accused of today?

(dramatic music)

(theme music)

(truck hissing)

(door creaking)

(knocking)

- Yo.

- Louise dropped these off this morning.

I don't want 'em. - Oh.

Mechell needs to sign off on this, you mind taking it to her?

- Sure. - Thank you.

- How's Ingy doing?

- She has her final catechism tonight, she's studying.

- I didn't ask you what she was doing, I said how is she.

- Man, I spent the night watching her sleep.

She had a couple of bad dreams.

She was mumbling things I couldn't understand.

At the hospital they, um...

they told us that she should see a therapist.

Alisa and I are going to talk to one later on.

- Did you ever hear from your boy, uh, Mister Detective?

He's an overseer.

What, Trent Douglas, right?

He was there when that white cop killed Omar Keelings.

Looked the other way when a young black man was beat to death.

Now if he didn't stand up for Omar,

what makes you think he gonna stand up for Ingy?

She ain't never gonna be in front of mind of any of them.

- It's only been 12 hours, Lamar.

- Twelve, twenty-four, man, how much longer you gonna wait?

Another day? Another week?

The only way we get justice is by getting it ourselves.

- You sound crazy.

All I got to do is gather a few of my boys down to the park,

tell them to look for that white boy and we be alright.

- Damn, man, are you... are you lookin' to go back to prison?

Because that's exactly where you headed you talkin' like that.

You're the same kid I met on the playground,

you were always looking for a fight.

- You the same, too, K.

Always trying to find the good in people that ain't there.

Thanks for the donuts, man.

(soft music)

(line ringing)

- You've reached the voicemail of Detective Trent Douglas.

- Mr. Gomillion.

- I left you voicemail messages. I've sent you texts.

You haven't responded at all so I came to see you myself.

- I was hoping to have an update for you first.

- Well, do you? Do you have any updates?

- Please. Come in. Have a seat.

- Mr. Gomillion, we're canvassing the park,

the neighborhood, going through CCTV.

Everything that we possibly can be doing, we're doing.

But in the meantime... - Have you contacted the local news

so more people know who you're looking for?

- You want this guy locked up, I get that.

- I just want to make sure you want him locked up.

And I want you to tell me, man to man,

that you are not going to look away from my daughter

like you did Omar Keelings.

- Because that's what everybody said you did.

- I'm not gonna waste your time or mine

justifying what I did or didn't do back then.

You have my word.

I'm going to do everything that can be done

to find the man who assaulted your daughter.

(Ingy): When we are baptized,

we get grace and can live with God in heaven.

However, when we sin, we can lose our grace.

If we lose our grace, we become separated from God.

- Ingy, it's okay.

Let's try it again.

- I don't want to.

(Kendall, softly): Hey. Hey...

Look at me.

You've got this. Okay?

Alright? Let's... let's start again.

Come on.

- That's good for now, sweetie.

In case you decide to wear it.

- What do you mean, "in case?"

- Can we talk?

- You good?

Okay. I'll be right back.

What's up?

- She's not up to this. - She said she was.

- Because she knows that's what you want to hear.

She wants to please you.

- And I'm trying to help her through this, Alisa, the best I can.

C'mon now. - Don't raise your voice, okay?

- You're right. You're right, I'm sorry.

But look, trust me on this, okay?

Just trust me. - Okay.

(knocking) Come in.

- Uncle Lamar is here for you, Daddy.

- Oh, what's up man?

Come on. - Hey, no, come here.

Come here. I found him, K.

White dude that touched Ingy.

- What are you talking about?

- I had David give a few of these to my boys

and they went down to Winton Park and they...

- Lamar, I told you to leave it alone.

- I know what you told me but I found him, K.

The guy on the poster, got a tattoo on his arm.

Who're you calling? - Detective Douglas.

- Man, put the phone down. (line ringing)

Hey, put it down! (phone beeping)

Before you call the police, let's just go over there and see if it's him.

We don't want to call the police on the wrong white dude, right?

- Ingy's catechism is in two hours.

- You'll make it back in time.

You'll make it back.

- Hey K. - Where is he?

- Playground.

- Don't tell me you lost him.

- He had on a green sweatshirt. - Seriously?!

- He was there like five minutes ago.

- Then he's still here somewhere.

Spread out. - Yeah.

- Okay. Turn around.

Ah...

that dress looks a lot better on you than it did on me.

- Are you sure you're up for this?

'Cause if you're not, it's okay.

- I could do it. - Okay.

Take it off before it gets wrinkled, okay?

(phone vibrating)

- Hey, I was just about to call you.

- We're supposed to be at the church in 20 minutes.

- I know, Alisa, I'm sorry. I'm still dealing with this work thing.

- Kendall, you're the one who talked her into this.

- I know. Listen, I will meet you at the church, okay?

(sighs) Alisa?

- Fine. Hurry up.

- Alright, that's it. You have to drop me off at the church now.

- Just a couple more minutes. - No, now.

- K, I'll get you back in time.

- Stop talking and keep walkin'.

- Hey, hey. Wait, wait.

- Hey, that's him!

- Alright, I'm calling Detective Douglas.

- So he can look the other way like he did Omar Keelings?

- This us-against-the-world business is tired, Lamar.

We're not 17 anymore.

- You want justice for your daughter or not?

C'mon.

(groaning in effort)

Check his arm! Check his arm.

(struggling sounds)

- He's got the tattoo! It's him!

- No! Please!

(man groaning in pain)

- You know what he did. The same thing he'll do to someone else's daughter.

Hit him! - No. Please.

- Hit him.

- No, please. Aah!

- That's all you got, K? (groaning)

- Alright, enough.

- Don't stop. Don't stop!

- Enough! Enough!

(panting): Let's go.

- That's what we do to pedophiles!

(man whimpering)

- Who you callin'? (line ringing) Man, who you callin'?

(man): Aaah!

Shut up!

- Hey, leave him alone.

Alright, let's leave him, let's leave him.

C'mon, bro. Leave him, man, c'mon.

(all panting)

Man, what the hell were you thinkin'?

- What'd you thought I was gonna do? Slap him on the wrist?

- We did the right thing, K.

We all did.

- Man, come on. Come on. Come on!

(man): Thank you all for coming to support our young people tonight,

but before we begin, let's all take a deep breath.

Hold it.

(phone vibrating)

And then let it go.

(all exhaling)

Now we can all enjoy the silence of this sacred space

to consider the first part of the catechism: Profession of Faith.

Because it's faith that defines us as a community

and binds us together,

especially when bad things happen.

And it's our faith that reminds us to trust in Him

so that we don't have to carry the pain and the anger

that we all sometimes feel.

What is sin?

Can you tell us, Ingrid?

- Uh...

- You can refer to your workbook if that's easier.

- It's okay, honey. Take your time.

(door creaking)

- Mom, how did I do?

- You did amazing tonight.

Honey, go put your PJs on, okay?

- Hey, I'm...

I'm so sorry, baby.

Daddy had a work emergency, Mommy told you that, right?

You know, if I could have been there I would have.

- I know.

- Honey, go put your PJs on, okay?

I'll be in there shortly.

(sighs) - I...

I'm so sorry, Alisa.

- Kendall, when you say you're gonna show up for that little girl in there,

you show up. - I do show up!

I work very hard for this family, Alisa.

- I am not disputing that.

- Every penny I earn goes toward building a future that we said...

- I know that. Ingy knows it too.

- How was she?

- She was a little bumpy at the start,

you know, then she rallied.

She was good.

And I'm...

I'm really happy that you encouraged her to go through with it.

- Yeah.

We're gonna be fine, Kendall.

We gonna be alright.

(Kendall sighs) - Mornin'.

(Ingy): Morning, sleepy head. - Good mornin'.

- Man, that was the first time I've slept since forever.

- You were just sleeping so sound I didn't have the heart to wake you.

- Oh well, thank you. - You're welcome.

Listen, I know you wanted to take Ingrid to school,

but I can take her on the way to the hospital.

- I want Daddy to drive me.

- Daddy is driving you. What are you talkin' about?

(all laughing) - Mmm...

What is in these pancakes that got them tasting so good, Momma?

- Oh no, it's a secret.

- Mommies don't keep secrets from daddies.

- No, they do not.

- Okay, fine. (doorbell ringing)

- I'll get that. Be right back.

(whispering): Secrets...

Detective.

- Sorry for ambushing you like this.

Uh, may I come in?

- Yeah. Yeah, sure. Come on in.

- Thank you.

Mrs. Gomillion.

(chuckles) Ingrid.

Hi.

- Can I have a word with you, Mr. Gomillion? I won't be long.

- Yeah. Yeah, sure.

- I can take Ingrid to school.

Honey, Daddy will take you to school tomorrow.

Come on. Get your backpack.

- Have a good day at school, baby. (Alisa): Bye.

- Ingrid seems good.

- Yeah, yeah.

She's um... she's resilient.

- Well, she's got parents who'd do anything for her.

- Well, detective, I have to get to work soon,

so do you mind telling me what's going on?

- We have news about the man we believe assaulted your daughter.

A jogger found him late last night in Winton Park.

Unconscious, multiple contusions all over his body.

By the time the EMTs got there...

he was dead.

- Are you sure it was him?

- We're still waiting for his mother to make a positive ID.

She's coming in from Cleveland.

But he matches your daughter's description.

Clyde Ellman.

Short-order cook.

Doing that kind of harm to a man's body

takes some real anger.

Do you have any idea who might have done this?

- Why're you asking me?

- The first question a homicide cop asks is who's got motive.

- So what you're really asking is if I did it.

- Did you?

- No.

Because it struck me as a little odd

when I heard you missed your daughter's catechism last night.

- How do you know that?

- Father Southgate.

- I was at work. We had a work emergency.

- Yeah, place must've been on fire.

I know how much Ingrid means to you.

- Well, the job pays the mortgage.

- I hear that. Yeah. (chuckles)

You have someone who can confirm that you were at work?

- Yeah. Sure.

- Well, you have their contact information?

- Yeah, Lamar and David Perry.

We were all at the warehouse together.

- Well, send me their contact information.

I'm good for now.

- Thanks for letting me know.

- Anything comes up, you've got my number.

- Yeah.

(door closing)

- He wanted us to hear it from him first

before we saw it on the news.

- Does he know who did it or why he was m...

- Uh, he didn't say and I didn't ask.

- You didn't ask? You're not curious?

Honey, you've been all over him since it happened.

- Alisa, look, I just got to work and I'm late.

We'll talk about it later, okay?

- Kendall?

- Lamar, David, in my office right now.

Close the door.

He's dead.

The guy in the park.

We killed him.

Detective Douglas came by my house.

He knew about Ingy's catechism, and he knew I wasn't there.

(sighs)

He even asked me point blank if I did it.

- What'd you say?

- Told him I was here at the warehouse with you two.

- Okay. Then we're good.

- He's not done. He's gonna reach out to you both.

- And we'll say exactly what you just said.

- I don't know, man.

I think we need to just tell him it was an accident.

I mean, we didn't mean to kill the guy.

- You think he'll believe us? - It's the truth.

- Hey, yo, that punk ass cop can suspect all he wants.

If he had any real evidence, you'd already be locked up.

- I ain't goin' back to prison.

I'll die before I go back.

- We... we killed a man.

- A man who needed killing.

Who molested your daughter! - Put a pause on that, Lamar.

All this talk about the police,

and me defending my daughter and gettin' her justice,

that's why we're into this right now.

- So now you puttin' this on me?

- Yeah, I'm puttin' it on you. - Stop it. Both of you!

The last thing we need is to be gettin' at each other.

- You know what? He's right, K.

Listen, we just stick to our stories,

watch each other's backs, and this'll all blow over.

Okay?

Trust me.

Okay?

- Yeah. - We good? Yeah.

- Dear Lord Jesus Christ,

when I am uncertain what I should do,

guide me along your path.

Help me to be attentive to your voice

as you guide me through life.

For you are my Savior,

you have rescued me from sin.

Shine the light of your love into me.

Bring clarity to my mind

through your mighty name.

Amen. (congregants): Amen.

- I just left your house.

(Father Southgate): Show me how...

- Your wife said I might find you here.

(Father Southgate): Protect me from darkness and dispair.

We look to you to find the true way.

- You went to my house?

- After I talked to your boys.

You all go way back, huh?

- We grew up together.

- Yeah, they said what you said.

That you were all together

when Clyde Ellman was beaten to death.

- Cool, then what else do you need to hear?

- How about the truth?

I get this whole Three-Musketeer loyalty thing,

but you don't need me to tell you that Lamar's spinning in circles,

going nowhere?

And his brother, David, c'mon...

is he always so jittery?

- Cops make black men nervous.

You should know that.

- Here's what I do know.

Three people telling the same story doesn't make it true.

But it does make it easier to take that story apart.

Reading people, that's my job.

And my read is,

you're a good man caught up in a bad situation.

- I told you before...

- And I am telling you now,

if the law cuts you any slack at all,

it'll be because you told me what happened that night.

What really happened.

I am your last best chance to get through this.

The forensic report comes in tomorrow.

And there's no way that a beating like that doesn't have hard evidence.

So whoever did this will go down.

The only question is how hard they fall.

So let me help you, Mr. Gomillion.

And who knows?

Maybe you'll even get to walk Ingrid down the aisle.

- I told you already.

I had a work emergency.

- Yo, you think Kendall told him?

(crickets chirring)

(groaning in pain)

(struggling sounds) (Kendall takes a deep breath.)

(door creaking)

- I've been calling you for three hours.

- I thought you... you'd be sleeping,

I didn't want to wake you.

- You thought I'd be sleeping?

Now tell me why that detective came here a second time

and why weren't you answering your phone.

And Kendall, please don't even think of lying to me.

- I wasn't at work.

The night of Ingy's catechism...

I was with Lamar and David in Winton Park...

because they said they had found the man who molested Ingrid.

- Oh God, Kendall.

- I only went down there to make sure it was really him.

You know Lamar loves to stretch the truth.

So we were just gonna hold him until the police came

but then he started running...

and we chased him down

and Lamar started beating him.

- You didn't stop him?

Did you even try?

- Lamar had me so wound up about what that man did to our little girl,

I started hittin' him too.

- Oh, Kendall, no.

(crying): And it felt good.

Until it didn't.

And I stopped and I swear to you, Alisa,

I swear on my life, the man wasn't that bad.

(sniffling)

But then Lamar, he kept kicking him

and he wouldn't stop.

And it took me and David to both pull him off the man,

and even then I didn't think he was...

(crying)

- Kendall.

- I went to...

Father Southgate, to ask him what I should do.

I couldn't bring myself to tell him.

So I just kept walking

and I wound up in Winton Park.

- Okay. You know what?

It's... it's... it's gonna be alright, baby.

Okay.

You listen to me,

you're gonna tell that detective everything you just told me.

- I can't.

I can't do it, Alisa.

Me, Lamar and David, we said we were together.

We were each other's alibis. - No. No!

Lamar took that man's life, not you.

He took a life that wasn't his to take.

- Lamar will die if he goes back to prison.

- And is he wor...

is he worth your daughter growing up without a father?

- He's my best friend, Alisa.

- Lamar has not been your friend in a long time.

You give and he takes.

And now he's made you an accessory to murder.

- Stop yelling. You woke me up.

- Hey, I'm sorry, sweetie.

Alright, just go back to bed, okay? It's okay.

It's okay.

- No, Father, I'm... I'm fine.

I'll be fine.

- I'll be here if you need me. - Yeah, okay.

Thanks. - Goodbye.

- Uh, Father Southgate has to give someone their last rites.

But we're gonna go in without him

and he'll get here when he gets here.

- Okay. - Alright.

- Alright.

(indistinct chatter)

(Alisa): Okay.

- Excuse me.

We're here to see Detective Douglas.

Kendall Gomillion.

- Have a seat. - Thanks.

- Hey...

you know that your whole life,

you've done everything right.

Except this... this one time

and you are making it right.

You know you are doing the right thing.

- I can't have Ingy hating me.

- Uh! She will never hate you.

She will understand that her daddy made a mistake,

and that he did the right thing by facing up to it.

She may not get it right away, but she will in time.

I will make sure of that, baby.

Okay? I promise.

- Thank you. - I love you.

Hey, sweetie. (Detective clears throat)

- Uh, hey, detective, uh, listen,

I... I wasn't forthcoming earlier

but I am here to set the record straight.

I'm willing to take whatever I've got coming to me.

I'm just hoping that you can help me like you said.

I'm not sure I can help you anymore.

- Wha... what do you mean?

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Gomillion.

I really tried to help. I really tried.

- Wait, wait, I don't understand.

What changed?

What did... what did he tell you?

What... what did you tell them?

- Mr. Gomillion, you're under arrest for the murder of Clyde Ellman.

(Alisa): No! - What did he tell you?

- Officer Martin will read you your Miranda Rights.

- You have the right to remain silent... - Lamar, what did you tell him?

- Kendall was real messed up after what happened to Ingrid

and... and... and he kept talkin' about

how the police wasn't gonna do anything,

and he had to... to... to... take control of things himself.

- By hunting down Clyde Ellman and beating him to death?

- Nah... He told us

that he just wanted to hold onto the man

until the police came but...

- He beat him to death instead.

- Mr. Mingoe?

- Yeah.

Yeah, he... he... he beat him to death.

- I'll bring you in as soon as your lawyer gets here.

- Thank you, Detective.

- A friend who has given y'all as much as Kendall has,

it must be hard,

turning in a friend like that.

- It's hard as hell.

- I'll call your lawyer.

(door creaking)

(door closing)

- You know this ain't right, man.

- It was him or me.

- What about Ingrid?

What about Alisa? - What about me?

I'm your brother. You keep talkin' about Kendall.

What about your blood?

- We've heard from Detective Douglas and your brother

about Mr. Gomillion's anger and obsession.

Is that how you would characterize Mr. Gomillion's state of mind?

- Yes, sir. - And yet

you believed him when he told you that all he wanted to do

was detain Mr. Ellman until the police arrived.

- I did. - Why?

- Well, Kendall's always been true to his word.

I mean, the man has 23 people working for him,

never misses church, owns his own home,

so when he went after that man like a pitbull,

I didn't know what... - That's a lie.

- I won't tolerate any disruptions in my courtroom.

- But you'll tolerate his lies?

- Counsel, please continue.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

Can you tell the court why you covered for Mr. Gomillion?

- I was scared.

- Scared? - Yeah.

After I saw what he was capable of,

I didn't want to take any risks at betraying him.

- You lying son of a...

(gavel banging) Order.

- I will kill you. - Kendall, no!

- You hear me. - Please!

- I will kill you, Lamar! I'll kill you, Lamar.

I swear it. I will kill you, you hear me.

This is my family, Lamar!

- This court is adjourned until I have order in my courtroom!

- You did this, Lamar. This is my family!

I will kill you.

Do you hear me? I will kill you.

- Calm down, sir. (Kendall): I will kill you.

You did this. (crying)

(handcuffs rattling)

- Alright, let's go.

- C.P.D.

Officers, I'd like to have a moment with Mr. Gomillion.

I believe you, Kendall.

I believe your friends lied, and I believe you told the truth

but you just had too many things workin' against you.

- I should've taken the chance you gave me, so it's on me.

- Ah no, we all make mistakes. All of us.

I looked away once

and a young black man

paid the price.

Omar Keelings...

He never got justice because I looked away and I'm not gonna let that happen again.

I'm gonna keep looking until I break that story.

Until I find whatever I need to find to make this right.

You have my word.

I'll do what I can for him. - Thank you.