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Coming out
of the two-minute warning,

a little heated on the sideline.

And for good reason.
They don't make this stop,

there's no hope in the second half.

Fourth and one
at the line of scrimmage, four wide out.

I think
they're going for another touchdown.

Quarterback drops back,
lobs it into the end zone...

He's got it!

Yes! Yes!

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

I told you. I...

- Mwah. Gimme some.
- Uh, now you...

- You see that, John?
- Yeah.

The fire doesn't have to go out
once you get married.

That's just a show they do.

They barely even talk
when people ain't around.

I'm not gonna argue with that.

- Mm...
- That's nasty.
- Oh...

- We're gonna powder our noses.
- Yes.

- Yes, we will.
- Mm-hmm.

You seriously need to tone it down
when Onika's here.

Hey, doesn't matter what I do.

It's what you're not doing
that's buying you all...

Stay down. Stay down.

Get down. Get down.

No, no, no. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Stay back here. Stay back here.

No, no, no.

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, Maria.

It's me. It's-it's me. It's okay.
It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

Hey, hey, hey. It's me. I'm here.

I'm here, sweetie. Sweetie, I am here.

Look at me.

Look...

Maria...

No.

Please don't go.

- All night long.
- You sure? You do look like shit.

I'll be heading home
in about 30 minutes.

You know
you're looking at life in prison, right?

- For what?
- Killing your pregnant wife.

You just don't get it.

All right, help me understand.

Your wife's dead,
the unborn child murdered.

Murdered?

Some would call that a late-term abortion.

She was carrying a bastardized crime

against humanity.

Bastardized, huh? That what you call it?

That's why you killed your wife?

I never said I killed her.
I'm just not sad about it.

Is there a doctor on the way?

I requested medical attention.

You don't need no doctor, man.

You're not hurt. Nobody touched you.

No, not hurt. Sick.

I got a terrible case
of life's fitful fever.

Either way, you're running out of time.

'Cause once the request is made,
you have three hours

to take me to a doctor,
or bring one to me.

That is in your manual, Akbar.

Did you, uh, read your manual?

Do you even know how to read?

You should probably watch your mouth.

Does your boy know how to read?

Fuck it. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Who you calling "boy"?!

Get the fuck off me, man!

Are you stupid?

- You heard what he said to me, right?
- Doesn't matter.

You cannot lay hands on him.

Without a confession, we don't have shit.

- Then we don't have shit.
- He's right, Massey.

We've been going at this guy for hours.

- He's never gonna give it up.
- He already did.

You just didn't hear it.

He's all yours.

- Hello, Richard.
- You the doctor?

Uh, technically, yes.

PhD. Psychology.

Do you know what they call
a Black man with a PhD?

I know what you can call me.

Detective Alex Cross.

Okay. Let's see how long you last.

You ever hear the phrase "free chicken"?

It's a military term
about an objective you can take

without having to work for it.

Like you.

Go ask the last monkey who was in here

about your free chicken.

You think you're smarter
than Detective Akbar, don't you?

Check the tapes.

You think you're smarter than me.

Well, that goes without saying.

It's just, uh, it's a matter of genetics.

Oh, right. Genetics.

Same reason my dick is bigger than yours.

- What did he just say?
- What did you say?

My penis is larger than yours.

Goes without saying, right?

Get your dick out of my fuckin' face.

You see how easy that was?

I see your kind in here,
like, four, five--

My kind?

Yeah. Racist asshole thinks
he's the smartest guy in the room.

I use some variation of
"my dick's bigger than yours"

to get in your head. It works every time.

Free chicken.

I didn't fall for anything.

No? You sure?

Your eyes tightened. Your neck's flushed.

Even now you're gritting your teeth.

Those are all tells.

Any nigga with a PhD in psychology
would know that.

Oh, you thought you were special.

You're not in my head, boy,

and you're not getting a confession.

Oh, I'm definitely living rent-free.

And you already confessed.

I'm just amusing myself right now.

I didn't say anything.

Yeah, you did.

"Life's fitful fever."

Yeah, I caught that.

It's Macbeth, right?

The affliction
caused by the burden of guilt.

You said that's what's making you sick.

That's a confession, on tape.

Free chicken.

Well, good luck
getting a conviction with that.

I already checked with the D.A.
She's ready to file. And, hey,

this is D.C., slim.

You might not even see your arraignment.

Not without protective custody.

Oh, um, did you want to talk about PC?

Like...

♪ Police trying to monetize my life...

Holy shit.

♪ Can't be restricted,
I be way too influential...

Justice for Emir,
justice for Emir...

Justice for Emir!

Chief Anderson, what's the status
of the Emir Goodspeed case?

He was murdered.
Bitch, do your goddamn job.

Get me Lieutenant Massey.

Hey, Massey wants to see you guys.

We heard.

Did you hear Anderson's with her?

Didn't think so. Oh, and Cross,

your secret admirer strikes again.

Mmm!

We need you guys to take over
the Emir Goodspeed case.

Found dead in his car four days ago.

Apparent overdose,
but we need to check the boxes

from top to bottom on this one.

Are you giving me a new case?

Yeah, I heard
about you requesting leave.

That's going to have to wait.

Goodspeed was leading
the "defund the police" charge,

and now folks are talking he was targeted,

maybe even by cops.

It's total conspiracy bullshit,

but of course it's getting traction.

Can we get more light in here?

Oh, migraine.

You can't take pills for that?

No. Baby doc says I'm high risk.

I have to stay all natural.

Okay, well, if I'm reading this right,

Goodspeed was a gangbanging
ex-con with prior drug offenses.

I mean, that is who they're fussing about?

No, they're fussing
about a former gangbanger

turned community activist

who was on the front lines fighting
to make his city better.

What, by getting our budget
cut in half?

Let's just focus on the case.

I'm gonna get Vega and De Lackner

- to get you guys up to speed.
- Good.

And we're doing a press conference
in an hour.

Cross, I want you there.

Talk about how we'll
leave no stone unturned.

I'm not doing that.

- Sorry, excuse me?
- I'm not a publicity stunt.

You want some dark-skinned cover,

there's plenty of us in the squad.

Well, you're the only one I know
who gets recognized on the street.

You've got a face people trust,

and we need that right now.

I'll help you clear your case,
but I'm not giving any speeches on it.

I don't have any details yet,
and we don't know

if the police didn't do this.

Fine, no speech.

Just be there.

Stand in the back and look pretty.

And Black.

Emir Goodspeed
was found dead in his car.

Syringe in the floor well,
bag of meth in the cup holder.

No other fingerprints,
no sign of struggle.

Pockets turned out.
No wallet, no money, no phone.

Figure somebody, probably homeless,

came along after the fact
and picked him clean.

- Autopsy?
- Scheduled for tomorrow.

Prelim tox confirms
he had enough meth in his veins

to get the whole hood high.

Is there any reason
to believe this is anything

- other than an overdose?
- No. Uh-uh.

This is not about
doing some Sherlock shit.

This is about getting
his family to understand

- and accept the truth.
- Did you talk to the family?

- Are you serious right now?
- Yeah. What did they say?

Short answer, "Fuck the police."

♪ I've always hated flashing lights,
I'd rather grab the mask and knife...

Malika, can we talk?

Chief Anderson sent the "Tom Squad"
to see if we'll quiet down?

That's not fair, Malika.

You know I always rooted for your brother.

So your boss didn't send you?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

You want to do this here
or inside?

Y'all had to
cut his hair off, too?

Killing him wasn't enough?

I don't know what you mean.

Emir had a full head of beautiful locks.

When they found him, they were shaved off.

That is some biblical disrespect.

Made him look like just another hood nigga
who died doing hood shit.

Malika!

Y'all do this. I'm not doing it.

This isn't easy for any of us,
but we're just trying to help.

You want to help? Call the DOJ.

We need an independent investigation.

Do you really think the police department
killed your brother?

- Or are you just fundraising?
- It ain't a stretch.

Look at all the Ferguson activists
who turned up dead.

And what about Keenan Anderson?

His cousin was one of the founders of BLM.

Tyre Nichols, Sandra Bland.

Y'all been doing this.

Shit, we could take it all the way
back to Fred Hampton.

So there's no chance
this is what it looks like? O.D.

My brother smoked weed every now and then.

He wasn't doing no hard drugs.

- As far as you know.
- As far as anybody knows.

Because it's the truth.

Tavio, right?

You family?

I might as well be.
And Emir didn't relapse.

Everybody in the streets
knew if they served him,

- they was gonna have to see me.
- You know if Emir really wanted drugs,

- he could have got 'em.
- But meth?

Emir has type 2 diabetes, Detective.

Meth doesn't mix with the meds he was on.

That shit would have put him
in a coma, and he knew that.

None of this makes sense.

I know this isn't easy to talk about,

but were there any mood swings,
any signs of depression?

You see what I'm talking about?!

This some bullshit.

I'm gonna need you to calm down.

Nobody wants you here.

And no one's counting on you
to bring justice for him, either.

Did Emir have beef with anybody else?

Besides the police.

The whole city

loved my brother.

I remember you
standing up for Emir in court.

Back when he was a troublemaker
named Kenny.

I could tell he had a good heart.

- You got kids?
- Two.

A boy and a girl.

I pray you never have to bury one.

I lost my wife Maria
a little over a year ago.

Um, I know it's not the same, but...

but I bet it's close.

You can brace yourself
for the worst parts,

but it's the little things
that catch you off guard

and take your breath away.

Walk in the bathroom
and see his toothbrush.

Open up the refrigerator
and see all that turkey bacon.

I'm guessing that came
with the name change, huh?

Yeah. Boy came home
from prison talking about

we couldn't keep no more pork
in the house.

I told him if it was
between him and bacon...

he had to go.

That boy called my bluff,

and now I got a refrigerator full...

Please,

find out what happened to my baby.

I promise.

She's doing better than me.

Something ever happened to you,
I wouldn't be able to walk,

let alone talk to somebody.

- Come on, Nan.
- I'm telling the truth.

What if I died?

Damon. Don't even say that out loud, boy.

Here, baby. Have fun tonight.

Thanks, Nan.

All right, sweetie.

Uh, Jannie,

girl, you better go on and eat up.

You know you can't run
on an empty stomach.

I don't even want to go tonight.

Can I just miss one time?

Oh, sure, baby, yeah, you can skip.

But you know, if you don't go to practice,

you don't get to run at the meet.

Coach Washington never said that.

Lots of people miss.

It's not up to Coach Washington.

That's my rule. All right?

All right?

- We gonna be up there.
- You gonna... run.

Me and Nan out there with pom-poms.

Jannie! Jannie! Jannie!

I'm sorry I'm late. I, uh...

Don't talk. You're just eye candy.

Come on, come on.

Let's go.

Okay.

Saint Elle, you look incredible.

And it's so good to see you.

We're breaking six figures
for your foundation tonight, I promise.

Alex, this is Ed Ramsey.

He's a huge supporter of
The Somewhere Foundation.

Hey.

- Ed, this is--
- Oh, I know who you are.

I am a huge fan, Detective Cross.

I followed the Gary Soneji case

like one of my own kids had been taken.

- Wish we could have saved them both.
- Of course.

But imagine how many more
would have been killed

had you not been there
to stop that psycho.

Oh, and I heard on the news that they
put you on the Goodspeed case.

That's great. That one really hits home.

Did you know Emir?

No, I didn't, but I do know what it's like

to lose a family member
and not get answers.

My, uh...

My mother was killed
when I was in college.

Oh, my God, Ed, I-I didn't know.

It's okay. It was years ago.

But we never did find out who or why.

Well, we don't know if
Emir's death was foul play.

Of course. I don't need to add fuel
to any conspiracy theory.

I just...

- I just hope that family gets closure.
- Please take your seats.

- The auction is about to begin.
- Alex, a lot of people

in this town owe me favors,
and I enjoy calling them in.

Plus I throw the city's
best party every year.

Elle's already on the guest list, so--

Let's see if he lasts that long.

Well, if you ever need anything, please.

Thank you.

Appreciate that, Ed.

Have fun.

If I last?

Okay, come on.

Get in there and get those shoes.

And you better pray we ain't late.

Don't I always say,
keep your stuff in your bag,

so you don't have to go looking
when it's time to leave.

Hmm.

"VP, Interior Decoration"
has a nice ring to it.

For the Armada Hotels?

Okay, so you're just gonna
piss on everything I say?

Sorry, Mom.

I just...

I didn't think I'd be here at 32.

Be glad you have a job.

I ordered 400 plastic
ficus trees this morning.

Shannon?

- You said Shannon, right?
- Yeah.

That's me. Thank you.

I want to do a double shot of espresso.

Actually, let's make that
triple shot of espresso.

- Got that, dude?
- Oh, take this.

You only have, uh, one size?
You don't have a large? Bro?

Hello?

Hey, what's up, fellas?

I heard they threw
the hot potato on your lap.

Yeah, we need to get this
buttoned up soon as possible.

You got something for us?

Well, not much to add to the prelims.

Likely an overdose.
Also, I can tell

he died shortly after eating,
which is why I don't think

it was a suicide.

Last meal was practically intact.

Had some mashed potatoes, pork chops,

asparagus.

Finished it off with some dessert.

Chocolate cupcake, extra sprinkles.

Matter of fact, if you look closely,
you can still see

- some of the sprinkles
floating around in there.
- Ooh!

You all right there, big fella?

Fucking Jando, man.

You do that shit on purpose, man.

You know you like sprinkles.

♪ Bustin' loose now...

What's going on with you, O.G.?

Bobby Trey, let me hit those fries.

Aw, you got 'em sloppy?

That's your fault, Shorty.

You D.C.-ass niggas should
have never put me on mumbo.

Now I'm saucing everything.

♪ I feel like bustin' loose...

You gonna have to
clean me up later, Shorty.

Got me a little youngin to tend to.

You feel me?

Holla at your dawg.

You catch
the protesters outside?

Everywhere I go.

Goodspeed's sister is
trying to make this national news.

I got interview requests from... who?

20/20, 48 Hours, TruTV, Dateline.

Damn. Lester Holt pushing up?

He is.

So what am I telling him?

Accidental overdose or suicide?

I think he was murdered.

Oh, F me in the A.

You're here to ruin my day.

Okay, let's hear it.

Start with the fact that Emir knew mixing
meth with his medication would kill him.

A'ight? He wouldn't take it by accident.

- Well, it sounds like a suicide.
- No, no.

See, they found another
baggie of meth in the cup holder.

If you know one dose
will kill you, why buy two?

You liked this kid, right?

Yeah, I did. Why?

Well, it might explain why you're
working so hard to avoid the obvious.

I mean, who cares how many baggies?

Okay, fine. You know what? Fine.

Put all that aside.
Here's what makes me think

that something else is really going on.

Emir was a Muslim convert.

He didn't eat pork.

Didn't even allow it in the house.

But the M.E. says it was
the last thing he ate.

That's your red flag?
The kid was shooting drugs.

You don't think he might sneak some pork?

Here's the psychology
behind religious conversion.

Those who convert later in life,
they get to pick and choose

the rules and rituals that they follow.

It's what helps them mix
the new religion with their old life.

- Yeah, you're making my point here.
- There's a catch.

The rules they do choose to follow?

They're fanatics. They don't break those.

Not for anything.

A'ight? Emir would never
voluntarily eat pork.

What, are you saying that somebody

force-fed Goodspeed and then killed him?

Absolutely.

Jesus, Cross.

Not every case you work
is Silence of the Lambs.

Are you on board with this?

It's his theory.

I told him he could
make his case direct to you.

You're awful quiet, Sampson.
What do you think?

30 years knowing Cross,
15 working cases with him.

I learned to trust his gut.

Yeah, I bet you learned
to have his back, too.

- You asked me what I think.
- All right.

You want more?

- No, I definitely do not want m--
- Here.

This is Emir a week
before he died.

Locks, full beard.

That's how they found him. Clean shaven.

He would've never
done that by choice either.

Well, we can't know what was in his mind.

See, I'm more concerned

with what was going through
the mind of his killer.

We're talking about
someone who not only needs to kill,

but has to do so in a very specific way.

Whoever murdered Emir had to change him

into someone else first. Why?

You keep saying murder,

but that is not on the menu.

You have two options, accident or suicide.

Chief.

Are you trying to solve a crime
or a P.R. problem?

All right. I'll give you 48 hours
to put some proof behind this.

We're talking about somebody

who not only needs to kill,

but has to do so in a very specific way.

Is there any reason
to believe this is anything

- other than an overdose?
- He died shortly after eating,

which is why I don't think
it was a suicide.

Emir had a full head
of beautiful locks.

When they found him, they were shaved off.

Whoever murdered Emir
had to change him

into someone else first. Why?

Justice for Emir!

Ooh.

Uh-huh.

Look who got flowers again.

Mr. Popularity.

That's twice in one week.

Stepping it up.

"Thank you for making
our world a better place."

Still no name, though.
I wonder how she look.

Come on, bro, that shit is creepy.

Not if she bad.

How do you know it's a she?

That's a good point, Vega.

You just opened up a whole
new angle to this shit.

I wonder how he look.

- You-you got jokes?
- You know...

You remember that girl Trisha
decided you were her soulmate,

- you remember that?
- No.

What happened then, Vega, huh?
What happened?

I'm pretty sure big man was so scared,

- he got a restraining order.
- You were scared.

Emir's phone records.

Last call was to a burner.

Salerno says it'll take
a couple weeks to find out

who it's linked to, if they even can.

Mm, no, we don't have that kind of time.

I'll see if I can get Kayla
to do us a favor.

Lot of artwork for an overdose.

Oh, yeah, this is how
real detectives work.

Eat a dick.

- She cut your ass up.
- It's like, it's like, aggressive.

She just...

Hot breath, too.

What's up, Nana Mama?

The school just called.

Dr. Cross.

- How you doing, Mr. Brock?
- Good.

Have a seat.

Where'd you get that?

Look, I know a lot

of our emails go straight
to people's spam,

but this has been policy for months now.

No Redskins paraphernalia on campus.

Damon.

Where did you get that?

Home.

In our house?

Now, look,

usually, this wouldn't be a huge deal,

but Damon here refused to take it off.

Wait, where exactly in the house?

Mom's closet.

Oh.

That belonged to Mrs. Cross?

Give it to me.

Listen,
knowing that changes things a bit.

- Actually, a lot.
- You have a plastic bag I can use?

Maria was wearing that
the day that she was killed,

but she didn't have it on
when they took her away,

and it was never recovered at the scene.

You think Maria's killer
snuck in your house,

put this in Maria's closet
for Damon to find?

How else could it get there?

You know how that sound?

Yes.

- What do you want me to do?
- Give it to Quincy.

Have him check to see
if there's anything on there

- we can get DNA from.
- You don't need me for that.

If I do it,

it'll become a thing. You know that.

You're the reason for that.

Okay. There it is.

See, I knew you was gonna do this.

- You want to blame me.
- Blame?

You reported me, John. Cost me my job.

Sugar, it's temporary.

Believe me, I wasn't trying to
get Massey to take your badge.

You knew something would happen.

- I got a six-month suspension.
- I thought they'd make you

see a shrink.

- Look, I'm trying to help, man.
- You want to help?

Take that to Q.

Whoa.

What are you doing?

Turn this into the
Big Brother house?

You know I don't like that kind of stuff.

All right, look, look,
we'll-we'll keep all the cameras

on the outside. I'm just being safe.

Oh, yeah, well,
I'd rather have a dog in the yard

and a bat by the bed, but...

if that's what makes you feel better.

Yeah.

I spoke to John.

The man can't keep a secret.

Oh, don't blame him.

If it's in there, I'll dig it out.

You know that.

So, uh...

you really think someone was in the house?

I think so.

And you didn't want to say nothing?

I got enough people thinking I'm crazy.

Oh, no, baby.

You got enough people who love you.

That's what you got.

♪ La-di-da, la-di-da-da...

Hello.

Where you going after this?

You tell me.

This fancy's for you.

- Hmm.
- I'm recruiting.

Oh?

Little birdie said you're
taking a leave from Metro.

Damn, D.C. grapevine is undefeated.

My bosses wanted me to dangle a raise

and a life of adventure with the FBI's
Forensic Psychology Unit.

Adventure sounds like travel. Pass.

All right, I want to stay close
to Damon and Jannie.

Kids gotta eat.

How you gonna feed them?

Well, a few security firms reached out.

I got a little notoriety.
I guess that's one thing

I can thank Gary Soneji for.

That's funny. I was right there with you

side by side on that case,
and you're a national hero,

and nobody knows who I am.
See how that works?

I'd trade places with you in a heartbeat.

So, listen.

You been following the Goodspeed case?

Just what's on the news.

You guys think it's an overdose.

Not anymore.

It's looking like murder.

We're hoping that this number
is linked to the killer.

- It's a burner.
- Mm.

Now, my folks are telling me

it'd take a couple weeks to get an ID.

I was hoping you could speed that up.

Ah.

I mean, I could. Not without
breaking some rules, though.

If you've been watching the news,
then you know

how important it is for us
to get this wrapped up.

And what do I get?

Well, what do you want?

You know, it would have
been much quicker for you

to just email me.

It's a lot harder to say no in person.

Stay by your phone.

Bobby. Come on over.

What you need, man?

Hey, Chris.

Somebody's been
harassing a client of mine.

Hoping you can run a tag for me.

Yeah, sure thing.

How's civilian life treating you?

Like a baby treats a diaper.

That's nasty.

You nasty.

Here we go.

There he is.

Now we can eat.

Grab your drinks, follow me.

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

Uh...

Did you talk to Quincy?

Sugar, look. Let me ask you a question.

Maria had at least a dozen scarves
like the one Damon found, right?

John, you're talking to me
about the last day

that I saw my wife alive.

I remember all of it. Every detail.

I wouldn't send you on a wild-goose chase.

I think you're desperate
for answers you might not get.

We might never find out
who killed Maria, or why.

Don't you fucking say that, John.
You don't know that.

I'm trying to manage expectations, sugar.
All right?

The last time you chased a ghost
down a rabbit hole,

I had to stop you from putting a bullet
in an innocent man's head.

I didn't pull the trigger, did I?

What if I hadn't gotten there?

Look, you need to deal with losing Maria.

Hey, dealing with the grief
and wanting to find Maria's killer

are two different things.

- I've dealt with the loss.
- Really? How?

Come on, how?

You ain't talked to
your best friend about it.

You won't go see a professional.

- Calm your--
- You been see--

You been treating yourself, Dr. Cross?

'Cause my boy Alex
would say that's a terrible idea.

Everything okay?

Yeah. I'm starving. Let's eat.

- Hmm?
- Oh, no, yeah.

No, Jared's a broker.

He's doing a financial
literacy module at the academy.

Can you call my mom?

Her 401 lost 50,000 in two weeks.

- She's freaking out.
- That's everybody right now.

Jared's phone pings 24/7.

I had to make him leave it in the car.

Yeah, so if anyone's noticing the tremors,

that's from the withdrawal.

Okay, so when you
have a nervous client,

what do you tell them?

They bought a stock,
not a lottery ticket.

You can't just scratch it
and get a million dollars.

If you're thinking of investing,

- I've got some--
- Please don't do business.

I'm just saying now is a good time.

170 grand in student loans?

I don't think I'll be in the market
anytime soon.

What do you do, Alex?

I'm a detective.

Oh, like Easy Rawlins.

Nah, like Metro PD. Homicide.

You mean you're a cop.

Him and me.

We grew up together
and joined the force together.

Can't say
I saw that one coming.

How's that work for you,
Miss "Defund the Police"?

Nobody wants to defund the police.

No, John, some people do.

Actually, a lot of us.

And then what?

And then we get peace officers.

Not military forces.

And money where it should be.

In schools, social services.

Mental health.

Yeah, I don't understand
how a Black man

can be a cop these days.

I mean, I'm sorry, but I would feel like

I was selling out my own people.

Oh, so you about the people?

Where you live? Georgetown?

Kalorama.

- Kalorama.
- Oh.

A lot of us in that neighborhood?

Doing yard work and
cleaning houses, that's about it.

So I gotta be broke

to have a valid point of view?

Now, me and Sampson,
we grew up in the Southeast.

We still live there. Just fine
being a part of the community.

Because for us it's not
just dinner party chatter.

Guys, look, we don't have
to agree on everything, right?

That sounds
mighty progressive of you, Alex.

The problem is, one of these days

you're gonna find yourself
lined up against some activists

protesting peacefully,
fighting for justice

for people that look just like you.

And your boss is gonna
order you to get those niggas.

And even if you don't want to,
you'll do it.

Like a good little boy.

Maybe it's already happened.

Hey, my man, you like hypotheticals?

How about you're at
a dinner party talking shit...

Okay, baby, let's--

No, no, it's just a hypothetical, Elle.
It's hypothetical.

And you say the wrong thing
to the wrong one,

and he beats your ass, truly.

You're gonna want to call somebody.

Who would that be?

Is that what you do when
you're losing an argument, Officer?

Threaten to kick somebody's ass?

I could only imagine
the people that resisted--

- Alex!
- Jesus.

Stop.

That's enough. That's enough!

What's up?!

Come on. Let's just go.
Let's just go. Alex!

Damn. Let's go.

That was
my great-great-grandmother's crystal.

Elle, please don't make this
bigger than it is. Uh--

You made this bigger. You made this huge.

Is this what John was
talking about, why you need to

- go sit down with a professional?
- Hey.

I'm not getting into that. No.

Why not?

- I don't deserve it?
- No.

I don't want to put that on you.

We are sweeping up the pieces
of my family's history.

- I said I'm sorry.
- Alex!

- I said--
- Alex!

I am looking at a man I care deeply for,

who I can tell is in trouble,
and I just want to know why.

Okay, you know what?

I want to be here for you.

Alex, I want to know.

Okay.

I, uh...

I-I got this piece in me, Elle.

It's...

It's been there since I was pushing back

on bullies in grade school, you know.

Shit, when I, when I was a-a cadet,
almost got me

kicked out of the Academy.

Two different shrinks,
they flagged my psych eval,

said I had this, uh...

hero complex.

So, imagine you have

this compulsion to protect.

Uh... you can't turn it off.

It's-it's rooted
in every part of your life.

Therapist, cop,
husband, father. You know, it's...

And then, one day...

one-one day your wife's in danger.

She's the love of your life.

She's the, the one person
above all that you want to protect,

and you can't.

You're too late.

I heard her scream.
Elle, I watched her bleed out.

I couldn't save her.

Alex, you cannot blame yourself for--

Oh, I can, I can. I do.

I always will. I always will.

Elle, talking to somebody
is not gonna help.

You see, I already know they can't fix me.

Alex, you can't give up.

You need to find a way through this.

And it's not for me.

It's not even for you.

It's for those kids.

It's for your kids.

Get up.

Can you stop now?

You know the rule on church day.

Takes two kisses.

Janelle, hurry up!

Y'all come on
and get some of this breakfast.

Come on. Come on.

Hey, little man. Come here.

Look, man, I'm sorry for yelling at you

about your mom's scarf.

You didn't deserve that.

That's okay.

I get mad about her
being gone sometimes, too.

Go on, go on. Oh, don't stop.
You were doing good.

What, you still recruiting?

Oh, no, no. You missed that chance.

- Did I?
- Mm-hmm.

- Ah.
- Plus I'm not sure

you'd pass the fitness.

Okay.

But I do have something for you.

That burner phone that you've been chasing

was purchased at a car wash
in Hillcrest Heights.

Were you able to get a name?

I got better than that.

They have more cameras
than the White House.

- His name is Tavio Lemmons.
- Hmm.

A shot caller from Mayfair.

Yep. I know exactly who he is.

Got a pretty good idea
where I can find him later, too.

Thanks, Kayla. Look, I owe you.

Oh, you'll make it up to me.

♪ Tokyo, hey, my Tokyo...

Remember, if you see Tavio,

keep it friendly. We just want to talk.

♪ Hey, no, hey, no, not givin' Tokyo...

♪ My Tokyo spinach...

Okay, it's him.

Copy that. We'll make contact.

Tavio, we need to talk.

About what?

Emir's last phone call.

We know it was to you.

- Yep.
- Running!

Tavio!

I'm over this shit!

Stairs. Hallway. Go.

Get up!

- He's got a hostage.
- On you.

Drop the gun, Tavio.

I didn't kill Emir, all right?

- I swear.
- Okay.

- Let's talk about it.
- Ain't nothing to talk about.

- Get the fuck out.
- That ain't gonna happen.

- I'll peace her right now.
- Help, please! Please help!

- No, no.
- Don't do that.

You don't have to do that.
We just have questions.

I'm not saying shit.

I ain't saying shit unless I got
a lawyer right here next to me.

That's perfect.

That's all we want is a chance to talk.

But you have to let her go first.

I can't.

Please.

Come on, man.

There's not a lot of
good options here, Tavio.

Let us help you.

Tavio, you know us.

Tavio.

Put your hands behind your back.

- Fuck the police!
- Let him go.

Came from the right.
Came from the right.

Get down! Get down!

Shots fired,
shots fired.

Let me tell you about
Chief Anderson's working theory

she wants to float to the press.

All right.

Tavio Lemmons was shot
in retaliation for killing Emir.

N-No. There's no way.

Tavio knew something, but he didn't do it.

That's what I told her.
The "Justice for Emir" crowd

is blaming us for two killings now,

so Chief Anderson wants to spin it.

The only way to spin this

is to find the real killer.

So sorry to hear about Tavio's death.

It's a shame our city can't get a handle

on this violence, but I have to ask,

did our troubles go with him?

Unless there's a loose end
you ain't told me about.

- But don't get sloppy again.
- Sloppy?

The deal was for you
to stick to people

nobody cares about.

The whole town loved Emir.

Now his sister running around
with a megaphone.

I don't like being lectured.

Then don't put us at risk.

Don't worry, Bobby, I'm not at risk.

I'm inevitable.

Easy does it.

Ooh.

- No, no.
- Dang.

Come on.
Just... Easy. Ah, again.

Daddy's here.

Hey.

Damn!

Look like you got back
from a tour in Afghanistan.

Come through with a box
of District Doughnuts,

you might as well be Santa Claus.

Boy, you did not wash your hands.

Why don't y'all eat those in the kitchen?

- Okay.
- Go on.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Heard back from Quincy.

He ran some hairs
and fibers from that scarf?

Now most of them were Maria's.

But one definitely was not.

One long strand of Caucasian hair.

When can we get a DNA profile?

Couple weeks, but here's the thing.

The hair was tied to the scarf.

Not tangled.

Somebody knotted that hair
to a thread on the scarf.

They wanted it to be found.

Hey, yo!

Yo, hey! Hey, hold on.

Hey, who sent the flowers?

I don't know. I just deliver.

Sugar, you need to see this.

Hello.

Would you like to know
what her last words were?

Who is this?

I'm sure you know everything about her.

Favorite food, favorite color,

song.

You could probably tell me
her proudest moment

and her deepest fear.

But you don't know the last thing

your wife said before she died.

Would you like to?

Who is this?

Where are you?

We'll meet soon enough.

Remember what Coach Keller said
about taking hits when we started boxing?

It's the ones you don't see coming...

...that really hurt.

If you don't spill
what's in your head right now...

Emir Goodspeed
was murdered by a serial killer.

Then why does
the coroner's report say

"accidental overdose"?

That was decided before I was put

on the case.

Our killer kept a scrapbook of their work.

Serial killers on one side and victims
who look like them on the other.

And he needs one more victim to complete
whatever work he's doing.

Now, how could he

have known that?

That boy pretty good at guessing,
if you haven't heard.

Someone from my past
is out to get me.

Jannie, did you see
the numbers I added to your hopscotch?

It's on me to keep this family safe.

You're not managing very well.

I had to put flowers

on your wife's grave today.

She was the mother of my kids.

You don't know what that feels like.

All that grief

he held down turned to rage.

Working on yourself

is overrated, trust me.

Alex,

what is going on?

You think you can stop him?

I know I can.

Have you always been

- this good?
- Ah, you know.

You will all be there
to witness the moment...

Don't move!

...everything changes.

You can do
whatever you want to do in this world!

Put your mind to it, put your grind to it,

and you can do it.

Don't let nobody, nothing distract you

from the grind-time prime time.