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- Ms. Harper!
- Ms. Harper, have you arrested

all four of the officers involved?

- Is this a conspiracy?
- What are the charges?

Is the JCPD cooperating
with your investigation?

- What penalties are you seeking?
- Ms. Harper, was Brenton Butler murdered?

Based on newly discovered evidence,

we have arrested four police officers
from Jersey City's South District

for their involvement in the death
of Brenton Butler.

I'll announce formal charges
at a bail hearing tomorrow.

When will you release the names
of the four cops arrested?

Does this indicate a new...

- They lawyered up yet?
- Before we got the cuffs on them.

What do you expect?
They read the Miranda rights for a living.

The way they treat suspects, didn't think
they knew what they were saying.

Make sure you put them in separate cells.

Do you understand?

Because you don't look like you do.

Shit. Look who it is!

Man, yo! I'm about to make you my bitch,
pretty boy.

Hey, I'll see you in the yard!

Fuck her. You guys are all in here.

- We gotta get our shit straight.
- They don't got nothing on us.

- They can't prove we did anything.
- Hey, fuck you!

- This is on you! We ain't do shit!
- Yeah?

Well, you got rid
of that fucking grill guard off my car.

That makes you an accessory.

They're not gonna put us away,
we're fucking cops!

The car's gone,
they're never gonna find it.

- And we got alibis for that morning.
- "We"?

Not me.

You think I wouldn't find out
you left me off that report?

- The fuck you talking about?
- He was gonna set me up to take the fall.

That's crazy. Come on.
They can't even prove we were there.

They got the witness.

Yeah.

Why you think we in here?

Because of her.

Sorry. Hi.
I have seats for us down here.

Murderers!

You're going down! Going down!

Remain seated. Court is now in session.

The Honorable Steven Lafferty presiding.

Case number 1782439,

the State of New Jersey
v. Michael DiAngelo,

Emmanuel Gary Wilcox, Felix Osorio,
and Peter Jablonski.

KJ Harper for the State, Your Honor.

Barry Piumetti for the Defense,
Your Honor.

Does the prosecution wish to be heard
on the issue of bail?

Yes, Judge.

The State asks that the defendants
be detained without bail pending trial.

Or alternatively held
on a $500,000 cash bail.

Hold the noise down!

Hold it down or you'll be ejected
from the courtroom.

We have evidence connecting
one of the defendants

to the vehicle
that very likely hit Brenton Butler.

A witness places
the other three defendants at the scene.

For this reason,
the State charges the defendants

with aggravated manslaughter.

A firstdegree felony carrying
a maximum 20year sentence.

That's a joke!

Guys, come on. I mean it.

I can't let you disrupt
my judge's courtroom.

Either you sit down or you leave.

- Get out! Get out!
- Get out!

Proceed.

The seriousness of the crime charged
increases the chances that they'll flee.

Additionally, defendant Jablonski
has already proved himself a flight risk.

I'll set bail at $25,000 each,
cash or bond.

What?

That ain't right!

No way! That's not justice!

Settle down now!

Your Honor, at least require a cash bail.

Jablonski is a flight risk.

Defendant Peter Jablonski is granted bail

on the condition that he wear
a monitoring bracelet

until the completion of the trial.

Next case.

Case number 1782455,

the State of New Jersey v. James Miller.

My cousin Rusty got twice that bail
for burglary.

The police kill Brenton
and they're on the way to their crib?

- Some fucking bullshit.
- 'Cause Brenton's life don't matter.

He was nothing more
than a gangbanger to them.

Brenton wasn't no Five King!

What did you say?

Hey.

How'd he get that bike then?

It was mine.

Not Brenton's.

What was he doing in the park?

You better answer me, boy.

What was Brenton doing there?

Twenty years? Motherfucker!

Look, I'm just General Counsel to
the National Association of Police, okay?

I give advice, I make appearances.

I've never handled a case
like this before.

I'm not doing time behind bars
like a fucking animal, you understand me?

You're getting new representation.

Okay? Someone who has been to trial
multiple times.

Sam Hennessy is a ballbuster.

We were just talking about you.

I'm Sam Hennessy.
Pleasure to finally meet you.

Fuck me!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just, um...

- I'm Mike DiAngelo.
- I know who you are.

Half the fucking state knows who you are.

That's the problem.

Now that playtime's over,
I'm gonna need you to sign these

if you agree to retain me
as your attorney.

Fees will be paid
by the National Association of Police.

Any questions?

Only thing they got us on
is hindering an investigation, maybe...

conspiracy to leave the scene.

I see you've got it all figured out.
Shall I go ahead and leave now?

From now on,
leave the legal arguments to me.

None of what he says applies to me. Okay?
I was just riding in the back seat.

Yeah, me, too.
I want my case tried separate.

You want to go it alone?
Find your own attorney?

There he is.

Otherwise, you need to understand this.
It's simple.

Alone, you're just an idiot
who got his hand caught down his pants.

Together, you're cops.

Together, they have to put
the entire police force on trial.

And no jury ever convicts
the entire police force.

So, you all on board?

We're a team.

We do this together, right?

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, sure.

Good choice.

Any other questions?

What about the 20 years?

My guess is this assistant prosecutor,
KJ whatever the fuck her name is,

is overreaching.

Typical ploy to scare the bad guys
and get them to plea out,

you know how it goes.

Now, I'm gonna need you to tell me
everything that happened that morning.

Don't leave anything out.

Also need those pens back when you're done

so you don't turn them
into homemade shanks.

If the grand jury hands down indictments
for manslaughter, we can revisit bail.

I'm disappointed
we couldn't keep them locked up.

- We need to talk to Howard.
- Who?

He's Jablonski's neighbor.
He lives across the street from him,

and he knows things.
He knows about that blue car.

And I can take you to his house

- and make him tell me...
- You went to his house?

That won't be necessary.
Hey, hey, that won't be necessary.

I'll find this Howard.

Then I probably should go back
to the hospital,

because now we know
that Jablonski was there.

Latrice, please.

I have to prepare for a grand jury.

We don't even get a trial
if the grand jury doesn't indict.

And I need to put you on the stand.

But right now,
you don't make a credible witness.

Maybe you could talk to someone

who understands
what you're going through.

Can I ask where you're staying now?

Are you still in that motel?

I have a friend.

And I can stay with her.

I'll let you guys know
where you can reach me.

Yo, yo, yo. He good, he good.

I won't be needing this.

I say you do.

That mission you went on
to put down Jablonski?

It was sanctioned by a cop.

His higherup gave me the goahead.

A cop greenlighting a hit on another cop

sure as hell won't lose no sleep
killing your black ass.

You knew from the get
the motherfuckers who killed my nephew?

Look around you, man.

Do you know how many motherfuckers eat
because of me?

It's a delicate ecosystem.

Certain alliances are necessary.

I'm just playing the board
the way it's laid, bro.

We all do.

"Five to the sky till the day we die."

This is where we part ways, bro.

We can put them in the park.

Their cell phones were pinging off
the closest tower.

Jablonski was on the phone to DiAngelo
around the time of the accident.

Which constitutes the reckless mens rea
for death by auto,

not aggravated manslaughter.

This is all circumstantial.

- We have the witness.
- Who's a minor.

How do her parents feel
about her testifying?

They kicked her out a while ago.

She's been under police protection since.

I didn't see anything about that
in the file.

We had to keep it needtoknow.

Look at the nature
of who we're investigating.

She's with Fish's exwife,
who's an NYPD cop, on Long Island.

She is safe.

They hired Sam Hennessy.

Fine.

Hey.

Look at me.

Are you okay?

I am so sorry.

- I hate that this happened.
- I just want to get on with this.

She left.

Took the kids.

I wouldn't turn down a plea deal
if Hennessy offers.

I'll have Jessie set up a meeting.

Let me know how it goes.

The PO's gonna want to know my address.

They're gonna have to limit my movements
with the ankle bracelet.

You can't come back to the house.

Why didn't you leave?

What were you thinking?

I ain't a fucking coward.

I'm sick of your secrets,

I'm sick of being cut out of everything
in your life.

- No, what are you talking about?
- Your past.

This is about your dad, your childhood.

You think I'm so weak
I can't handle the truth of things?

Some things you don't need to know.

That shit doesn't matter.
You know me better than anyone.

Maybe.

I know your heart,

but not your life.

What kind of marriage is that?

Gonna need you to put
your foot up on that to get this on.

Yeah. I was just leaving.

What we're witnessing here
is nothing more than a witch hunt

against the Jersey City Police Department.

It's one we've become accustomed to seeing

in cities like Baltimore, Chicago,
New York... the list goes on.

Every police officer in America is at risk
of becoming the next scapegoat

for the racial ills of our society
and political correctness run amok.

It's a shame and it's a sham.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You've all been placed
on administrative leave.

So stay home, keep a low profile.

Yo, DiAngelo.

I'm not visiting you in jail.

Yo, man, if you want to get your story
on the record, I'll be fair to you, bro.

I'm not your bro. Quit hassling me.

I have to get up on the stand like on TV?

Forget whatever bullshit
you've seen on TV. Court is boring.

People will barely be paying attention.

We'll be lucky if the judge is even awake.

No, don't do that. Don't do... Jesus.

- I'm embarrassed for her.
- It's so she'll look cute.

I gotta make her stand out
from all the other bitches.

It's not a freaking Tinder profile.

It's so she'll get adopted.

Are you done thinking about it yet?

I got seven dogs. I can't, I'm sorry.

Come on. That dog in Pampers
is gonna die any day now.

It can't even move.

I bet you're gonna see a lot of her
every day for a long time to come.

She's gonna get adopted,
but probably not right away.

This place is a fucking death camp.

They give the dogs a couple weeks
to get adopted,

and if they don't,
they gas them in the back.

I saw the room.

It's her personality that makes her cute,
but you can't see that in a picture.

I'll take a picture of both of you,

and then you'll have something
to remember her by.

Because she's gonna get adopted
like tomorrow.

Say cheese.

Nadine.

She's gonna be okay.

Come on.

There you go. Get in there.

There we go.

Okay.

See?

I'll email that to you, and once you get
your phone and your internet back,

you can use it as your wallpaper,
whatever, when all this is over.

It's never gonna be over.

I am so grateful to have found all of you.

You know what it's like
to lose a child to violence.

There's no explaining, no justifying.

Just a lot of loving.

Wes.

You wanting to share?

Thanks, Ellie.

So today, um...

I woke up.

And I heard Andrew's laugh.

I know I share how quiet my son was,
but...

that laugh...

I don't even know where that came from,
you know.

He had one of them contagious joints,
you know what I mean? Like...

The next thing you know, you're laughing.
You don't even know why.

I remembered it this morning.

Made me think I'm the luckiest man
living on this earth...

that I heard my son's laugh.

Yeah.

Ms. Butler, you see how we do?

You want to...
You want to share something?

Um...

I don't know what to say.

I saw the man that...

that murdered my son.

And he was...

He wouldn't say it, he...

He wouldn't say what he did.

And I...

Now I...

I don't know what to do.

I just... I feel...

like I'm losing my mind.

I feel like, um...

like I don't know who I am.
I'm... I'm just...

I just don't know what to do anymore.
And I'm just really angry, and I...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I need to go.

Excuse me.

- I have someplace I got to be.
- No, no, this... this you, right?

Thank you.

No problem.

Hey, listen.

All I had was anger, for years.

And it fueled me, gave me purpose.

I didn't want to let that go.

I felt like maybe I'm giving up on my son
or betraying him.

It's all I got.

I don't want to feel anything else.

You know what?
Six days out of seven are good.

It does get better.

Your son, when did he...

Ten years ago.

And last month was the anniversary.

Listen, just...

just keep coming back, all right?

Just holler at me.

Look, we're just here for each other,
that's all. All right?

So, ain't no shame, pick up the phone
if you want to, you know,

cry, you want to rage.

You know, you want to talk
about the weather. Whatever.

All right?

Take care of yourself.

Yo, Seth here?

He ain't been on the corner.

No, I haven't seen him.

Mind if I see Brenton's room?

I used to tease him.

Called him "rich boy"
because he had his own room.

Me and my brother and my sister
shared a room when we was young.

There was a seagull in the spokes
of my bike.

You think maybe I could get it back?

Police got your bike.

It's part of the investigation.

I'll see what I can do when they done.

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

Why was Brenton riding your bike
in the park that morning?

Please.

I need to know why this happened
to my son.

He was using my bike
to get through the park.

It was the fastest way home.

He didn't want y'all to know
he was out all night.

Brenton was...

He was with me
the night before he got hit.

He spent the night with me.

You and Brenton?

No.

Nah. No.

Brenton wasn't like that.
I didn't raise him that way.

This ain't got nothing to do with you!

When we was little,
they beat down Fernie Johnson.

Remember that?

I'll never forget the smell
of shit and blood coming off of him.

They had him laid out on the block
with his pants down to his ankles.

People wanted everybody to see it.

I just remember his eyes.

I protected Brenton.

I was slanging to save up money
so we could get out of here.

So we could be free.

Boys like us don't make it out of here.

Brenton made that seagull for me.

I want it back.

Get out.

What did you say?

I said get out!

- Get out!
- Get the...

Get out!

Get out! Get out!

All right, here we are.

- KJ. Great to finally meet you.
- Yeah.

So, what does "KJ" stand for?

It's a rush, right?

Walking into a room,
they expect to see "KJ" or "Sam,"

and it's us.

No better "fuck you" than that.

I was going to reach out to you,
but you beat me to it.

- It was my boss, not me.
- You'd rather go straight into the ring.

You can take the girl out of Jersey City,
but not the JC out of the girl.

- I'm from West Bergen.
- I'm from Brookdale.

The difference is nobody knows
you're from Jersey City, but me?

They always assume I'm from the hood,
even though I'm not.

Let's get to it.

What are you offering?

You have a circumstantial case at best.

I'm sure I can get my clients
to plead to hindering

and maybe assault by auto for Jablonski.

How about we just agree on jaywalking?

They'd get more time for that.

You can't even prove my client
was driving that car.

With my offer, you'll get your conviction,
you'll be a hero without the bullshit.

A kid died.

You call that bullshit?

- A gang member died.
- The press is wrong about Brenton Butler.

Who cares?

All that matters
is what the jury believes.

You were in that courtroom.
It's only going to get worse.

The cops will stop cooperating
on your cases,

which means your boss
stops getting convictions.

Last I heard,
Connelly's poll numbers were falling.

Your case must be weak
if you have to threaten a plea out of me.

I'm simply stating the facts.

Whether you choose to accept them as such
is your choice.

The police don't tolerate the prosecution
of one of their own. Ever.

A lot of cops think the law
doesn't apply to them.

But let me assure you, it does.

Would you like a drink?

My boozing days are over for good,
but feel free.

I'm fine with water.

Yeah, I used to match the boys
bourbon for bourbon.

Woodford, that was my poison.

I hear yours is Bombay Sapphire.

That's why it's important for us girls
to stick together.

Boys just can't keep dirty secrets.

It's a little early
to roll out the howitzer.

I thought you'd at least wait
for the appetizers.

Excuse me.

Those applying
to the Veterans Employment Program

must attend the initial
evaluation assessment.

Only then will you receive assistance.

What number you got?

We might be here a while.

Name's Khalil.

Seth.

Don't do it, my brother.

Shorter wait to reenlist,

but this here's less deadly.

Hey, um... Excuse me, brother.

Think you could save my seat
till I get back?

Just be about ten minutes.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Number 183.

Please bring all forms
and your military ID to the front desk.

Yo. Excuse me, man.

What's up?

Thank you too. I appreciate it.

Yo, you got something?

Yeah, I got something.

But not what you think.

Slice up that banana for Maggie's cereal,
will you?

You got any blueberries?
I hear antioxidants are good or whatever.

- Right.
- Nadine's been fine.

- I know you're dying to ask.
- Really?

'Cause I know it's a messedup situation,
me bringing her here and everything.

I like her. I mean, don't get me wrong,

I took away her phone,
disconnected the WiFi,

she wasn't too happy about the 9:00 p.m.
bedtime, but she's a good kid.

Yeah, once you pry the attitude
off of her, she's kind of sweet.

What you're doing,
taking care of this girl...

it's real good, Fish.

Maggie! Nadine! Breakfast.

Would you go up, get them?

I think you know your way upstairs
pretty well.

Okay, this is how I do it.

My mom's gonna kill me
if she finds out.

Can't believe you've never done this.

- Okay, so this is how I do it.
- Hey! Do you like my mani?

- Hey.
- Beautiful.

Your mom's calling.
And I gotta drop you off, so...

Let's boogie.

No, Dad, can we just finish? Please?

Just don't start in on her toes. Please.

This is horseshit.
You got no right to take her.

- Calm down.
- You're out of state,

you don't got jurisdiction here.
I don't care you got court order.

- Bring Nadine down.
- You need NYPD to execute that.

You can't just cross state lines.

- What's going on?
- You won't believe this shit.

A ward of the state?

We're obligated to keep
a minor like Nadine safe.

She was safe. And you thought telling him
was a good idea?

Look, KJ, her parents were gonna quash
any sort of subpoena.

It was the only way
to get her on the stand.

Where she'll be a hostile witness.

You've destroyed all the trust
we've built with this girl.

Do you have any idea how difficult it was
to get her to talk in the first place?

- Where did you put her?
- In a lockdown rehab facility.

It's the best place for her.

Twentyfour hour surveillance,
she's not going anywhere.

- Didn't leave me any choice.
- We had the situation handled.

She tested positive at the clinic
for heroin.

That's what you call handled?

This is my case
and you should have consulted me.

Who's that?

What's he doing?

Nadine, I didn't know they'd do this.
I swear to God.

They found her locked
in an abandoned house, starving to death.

Somebody left her in there
knowing she was gonna die, but...

they just didn't care.

No...

No, someone will come for Whiskey.

She'll be fine.

I promise.

Go away.

I'm sorry.

You watching this?

Motherfuckers.

Riot outside of Jersey City...

Look, why don't you go call the boys,
go out for a drink or bowling?

Do something. You're driving me crazy
just sitting there.

Sons of bitches.

You see this shit?

Get a fucking job!

Jesus, Mike. Enough.
What is wrong with you?

These fucking...
Who the fuck they think they are?

- I swear, I did not sign up for this shit.
- What the fuck you mumbling about?

I don't want you like this.

I don't want any of this.

How could you let this happen to us?

Get the fuck out.

Get out.

Get the fuck out of my house!

- Go! Fuck you!
- No, fuck you!

The street nearly 13 hours
after the protests began.

Four Jersey City police officers
were arrested

in connection with the hitandrun
of 15yearold Brenton Butler.

Within hours of their arrest,
the four officers were released on bail.

Since then,
the National Association of Police

has hired prominent trial lawyer
Sam Hennessy to represent them.

A grand jury hearing will soon be held
to determine if they will be indicted

on charges of aggravated manslaughter,

a felony, that if convicted,

could put them behind bars for 20 years.

Neither the officers nor the family
of Brenton Butler

have made confirmations to the press.

Hey.

- Petey, you gotta come home.
- What happened?

Please. You gotta come home.

Marie, are you okay?
Are you all right? Is Mikey all right?

Just get over here now!

You okay?

Where's Mikey?

He's in the house and he's aslee...

What... What happened?

- They know where we live. I can't...
- Who?

- I can't stay in this house!
- Who are you talking about?

I can't stay here with Mikey.

They... They were here!

What... What are you talking about?

Pearl's four now
and Felix is just crazy for her.

It makes me jealous.

Don't talk about Pearl.

I don't want my kid's name in the paper.
Too many crazies out there.

Feeling threatened by the protests?

They attacked cops, outside the district.
One of our guys is in the hospital.

With a broken wrist.
Three of the protestors are in the ICU.

- Yeah, whatever.
- Papi.

Don't write that down.
That's off the fucking record.

Let's talk about the general culture
at the JCPD.

You ever been a victim
of any kind of racial epithets?

What? Get out of here. No.

"Two tacos and a tamale."
You forget about that?

You wrote that down?

Yo, Wilcox was just pulling my chain.

From what I recall,
you weren't exactly amused.

That's not going in the article.
Take it out or I'm done talking.

Look, man,
I know you don't want to do this,

but when your attorney set this up,
she said no questions about the case.

And you say no questions
about your family.

- But I need to write about something.
- Do you want a coffee or something, Luis?

I have some mallorcas to go with it.

Sure, thanks.

- Where's your bathroom?
- Down the hall, I'll show you.

Hennessy. This is Felix.

I got something from that reporter.

We have proof
that the lead investigator

on the Brenton Butler case,

Detective Joseph Rinaldi,

shared with a press source
false information

regarding police involvement
in the hitandrun.

This leak occurred before there was
any actual evidence to support it.

Clearly, Detective Rinaldi tried to create
an assumption of guilt

before his investigation was complete.

It is clear that since that time,

he has sought evidence to assert the guilt
of these four officers

as opposed to seeking
to discover the truth.

How could you have been so stupid?

I had no choice. You were gonna
abandon the case. Shut up!

Now the defense can discredit
any testimony you give.

- They'll say you fabricated evidence!
- I didn't fabricate shit and you know it!

It doesn't matter what I know,
it matters what the jury believes!

Your credibility's shot. She'll say
that you had it out for the cops.

- That's ridiculous. I'm a fucking cop.
- Whose wife slept with half his precinct.

That's what she's gonna say.

You opened the door with this.

Everything I couldn't be,
I wanted for him.

College, career.

Not just a job,
something that he could be proud of.

Um...

A wife.

Babies of his own.

We all have grieved loss
and wondered about what could have been.

Turns out, Brenton wasn't interested
in any of those things.

A wife.

I see.

Did Latrice know?

No, no, none of us did. How could we?

I mean, I always knew he was different.

But this?

Never.

Isaiah, let me ask you something.

How's it make you feel about your boy?

"Wicked."

"Abomination."

Those are God's words.

What am I supposed to do with that,
Pastor?

I can't begin to tell you
how foul I was living

before God called me to preach.

I came to a realization on my walk.

No one sin is any greater than any other.

But still, it's sin.

Maybe.

Or maybe God, in his infinite wisdom,

made your son exactly
what he wanted him to be.

Hey, where's that in the Book, Pastor?

Is God gonna forgive Brenton
for what he was?

I know what is in the Book, Isaiah.

The real question is...

can you forgive?

Good afternoon.

- Go ahead.
- Have your tickets ready.

So this is what you do all day long,

go back and forth across the river?

The address was on the card, so...

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Being out there on the water.

The best views are up top though.

It's cold down here.

It gets even colder up there.

Let me show you.
Save you some money too.

It's good to see you.

I didn't think I was gonna hear from you.

Yeah, I just... I don't know what to do
with myself. It's like...

My son's case...

The waiting is the hardest part.

Yeah, it is.

Can I ask you something?

How did Andrew die?

He went into a 7Eleven.

These dudes were sticking it up.

They shot him.

He just went in for a soda and a snack.

I didn't mean to bring up anything
that you'd rather not talk about.

It's all right. I just... I don't really
think about it too much, you know.

I still need to think about Brenton
every minute of every day. I...

I don't want to do anything else.

I think about my son
every minute of every day,

but I just try to remember how he lived.

It's beautiful out here, ain't it?

Even when it's cold.

Thank you.

Yo. Yo.

Yeah, I once waited three days
for my number to be called,

so I knew you'd be back.

Saved a seat for you.

Thanks.

Um...

- Could you save my...
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Would you like to pray?
- Nah, I'm good.

You are good, brother.

You don't know that.

You don't know shit about me, son.

Two days ago, I almost killed a nigga.

I had a gun in one pocket
and a photo of my nephew in the other.

When time came...

When time came, I took the photo out
instead of the gun.

I don't know what happened.

I don't know what...

stopped me from killing that man.

Maybe it was Allah, brother.

He only wants peace for us in the end.

You need to get the fuck out of here
with this bullshit, man.

Yo, can you pass me my jacket?

Do you recognize this man?

Nadine, look at the photo.

Gotta be more convincing than that.

Grand jury's in a couple hours.
Come on, snap out of it.

I already told you,
he looks like the asshole

I saw stealing my shit
from the power plant.

Looks like him or is him?

It is him, okay? Fuck! Whatever.

And in your witness statement, you said
the same man followed you to the diner

on Jefferson Avenue and later...

You know, you're such a fucking
lying asshole. You know that?

If I can come here,
why can't I see Whiskey?

I'm gonna be straight with you.
This is all on you, kid.

If you don't testify,
the three of them are gonna go free.

And why should I care?

You don't give a shit about me,
leaving me in that fucking hellhole.

That fucking hellhole is saving your life.

They came at you.

They came to your home.

Think about that.

They're not gonna stop
until you put them away.

Your testimony to the grand jury tomorrow,
and if we're lucky, at trial,

it's all we got.

I wish it was different, I swear to God.

But it is what it is.

- He was the one that followed me.
- Okay, good.

And he looked in the ditch.

What do you mean, looked in the ditch?

Nadine, you said all you saw
were three cops

- get in their car and drive away.
- He looked, okay?

They all looked!

The cop with the baseball cap
threw the bike in and they all looked.

And I should've too
because that kid would be alive if I had!

I'm gonna prepare a new witness statement.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

No.

- I was just too scared to look.
- It's okay, it's okay. Hey, it's okay.

Don't worry. Don't worry, it's okay.

The grand jury just handed down
a true bill for aggravated manslaughter.

- All four defendants were indicted.
- Did really good. Gonna be fine.

Thanks to a new piece of evidence
provided by a witness,

we're going into trial
with a very strong case.

- Thank you.
- Can you give us the name of the witness?

The identity of the witness
cannot be revealed at this point,

but the witness
will be testifying at trial.

- When?
- Needless to say...

You ready to make
a serious offer now?

I wouldn't get too confident.
You had no opponent in there.

Maybe not,

but I also don't have to defend
four guilty men.

- That's for the court to decide.
- What? No plea bargain?

Assault by auto will always
be on the table.

We have a long record
of listening to our citizens' concerns

and acting on them.

We'll continue to do so.

When I asked you for a detailed account

of what transpired that morning,

somehow climbing to the top of the ditch,

looking down at the victim, and then
making the decision to walk away,

just, I don't know, slipped your minds?

Well, I guess it's time to earn your keep,
Counselor.

I thought he was dead.

The amount of blood in that ditch,
the head wound...

We all thought he was dead.

- State of mind, that is a mitigating fac...
- Shut up.

You think I need to be educated on the law

by some cop
with a community college degree?

Let me explain
an aggravating factor to you.

As cops,
you've got this little obligation.

It's called Duty of Care.

Which means once you, all of you,
looked into that ditch,

you are obligated
to notify the authorities.

- They gotta prove that though.
- They have a witness!

And she's gonna hang you
when we go to trial.

What kind of time are we looking at?

I don't know.

Twenty years.

Fucking Jablonski.
He's the cause of all this!

He drove off that day,
he left us holding the bag.

- You should've told me about the witness.
- What would you have done?

Not taken the fucking case.

If I thought that kid was alive,
I would've never walked away.

That's the fucking truth.

Welcome to the criminal justice system,
gentlemen.

No one gives a fuck about the truth.

I thought you had to go see your lawyer.

No, this is more important.

I finished painting over the garage.

I put dead bolts on all the doors
and security locks on the windows.

These are the new keys.

I'm gonna go.

You want to know about my childhood?

I hated my mother.

I hated him worse. But her?

She was weak.

Couldn't stand up for herself.

I'd hear him whaling on her, and she...
she's screaming.

I never did nothing.

Never stopped him, never...
never called the cops.

I just stayed in my room.

Hid in the closet like a fucking coward.

I just...

I just wanted to be
a different person for you.

You know, and for Mikey.

Face this thing... like a man.

Petey.

You can stay on the couch.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hey. Hey, it's okay.
It's okay, Whiskey. I got you.

Nothing's gonna happen to you, okay?

Okay. You're okay.

No! Get off me!

Let me go!

Hey.

Hey.

You lost?

Get out.

No. No.

- Get the fuck out. Get out!
- No, no, no, no!

- Please.
- Relax.

Please, please. I...

I won't... I won't tell anybody. I promise.

I won't say anything, okay?

I'll run away and nobody will find me,
okay? No one. I promise!

- Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
- No! No! No!

- Get her on the fucking ground!
- No!

Get off of me! Get off! Please!

Please don't hurt me! Please!

- Hey, shut your fucking mouth! Shut up!
- Stop screaming!

Stop fucking screaming! Stop screaming.

Please. Stop screaming.

- Let's go, Mike.
- Come on, do it.

I just want to go home.
I won't say anything.

I promise. I just want to go home.

- What you waiting for? Come on!
- Please!

- I won't say anything. No!
- Do it! Just fucking do it, man!

- My God! No! Help me!
- Yo! Fuck! What the fuck was that?

- Help! Somebody help me, please! Help!
- What the fuck?

Help me! Help! Please, help!

Help! Help! Help me!

Help me! Please!

Please, somebody help!

Help! Help me!

Help! Somebody help me! Please!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

No!