61st Street (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript
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"61st Street"...
- Don't move!
- [Gunshot]
- Fire!
- [Gunshot]
Franklin: We found the bullet. They shot at
my boy.
If I can help you
with anything, hit me up.
So you her boyfriend
now?
I heard you made a big thing
about Rufus Porter.
He was a snitch.
Oh, my God.
Rufus knew about
our deal with the Faction,
so he had to go.
I want to hear it.
Jessica...
I want to hear it.
You would be in the middle
of what he was doing.
You haven't taken
one pill!
Franklin:
The side effects...
I've got to be strong.
I've got to be ready.
The image you're about to see
is graphic and disturbing,
but it's your duty
to look at it.
[♪♪]
Officer Michael Rossi died
a violent death,
and this is the man
who killed him.
[♪♪]
Officer Rossi died because
he was doing his job that day.
Guns and drugs were recovered
on the corner.
Drugs were found
in the Johnson home.
It's a home occupied
by three people...
Moses, his mother, Norma,
and his younger brother, Joshua.
[♪♪]
A Nation gang member
fired his weapon
during the corner drug bust.
Moses' father is an
established leader of that gang.
So, I guess you could say
Moses... drug-dealing gangbanger
from a family
of drug-dealing gangbangers...
- Your Honor...
- Judge Fitzpatrick: Counselor?
...there's no evidence
that Moses, his mother,
or brother are drug dealers
or gang members.
Ms. Mother well here
is misleading the jury.
No way.
Get up here, both of you.
[♪♪]
What else were they doing
on that corner?
You see?
There it is.
I just can't let
an invitation
to crazy prejudice go,
Your Honor.
Are you suggesting
that my remarks are racist?
I can't think
of another word.
Jesus Christ. That's enough.
Counselor, withdraw that comment
and apologize.
I won't do it, Your Honor.
I'd be lying if I did.
He ran from the scene.
Somehow, that's not evidence?
That's me being racist?
I mean, the drugs were found
under her mattress.
And we all know
how they got there.
Then you can cross examine
on that.
Carry on,
Ms. Mother well.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Nina: This is a trial
about state of mind.
What was Moses Johnson's
state of mind
at the time he caused
the death of Michael Rossi?
Look at his expression
in the photograph.
Is there any better evidence
of what's in a man's mind
than the look on his face?
Seconds after that,
Michael Rossi was on the ground
with a catastrophic head injury
that ended his life.
It's simple.
Just look at the picture.
[♪♪]
In the words of another lawyer
in another city
not so long ago...
Believe your own eyes.
[♪♪]
[Siren wails in distance]
Yeah, you know what?
I'm gonna walk.
What are you talking about?
No, no. Walk?
Listen, the GPS says
this is gonna clear up, alright?
It's gonna clear up.
[♪♪]
Franklin: Do you know what it takes
to be this?
4:00 A.M. wake-ups,
two-a-day workouts
six days a week,
a minutely calibrated diet.
How hard is that
in a food desert?
Maintaining a 3.8 GPA,
perfect attendance,
honors program.
You know what it takes
to be that?
It takes discipline, dedication,
and focus.
The question I have for
all of you all today is that,
while he's doing all of this
and all of that,
where he does he find the time
to deal drugs and do gang shit?
Counselor.
I-I-I'm sorry,
Your Honor.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
See, I'd like to speak
my English,
not the courtroom English
during this trial.
See, I-I'm from
the South Side,
and I want to speak
how we speak.
This trial is about us,
and I think the words
should be our words.
Thank you.
Let me tell you something.
A full time corner boy, 17,
and never been busted?
That's a first.
And a gang member that spends
most of his time
running around the track
instead of his corner?
That's unique.
So, I'mma go straight
to the part
of your thinking
where Ms. Mother well here
just wants you
to limit yourself,
and I'm gonna ask you
the question
that she wants you to ask.
If you ain't got nothing
to hide, why run?
See, I think Ms. Mother well here
just answered that question
by making her assumption
and presumptions,
assuming and presuming
you share them.
Here we go.
Black male on a corner in
proximity to other Black males
equals drug dealer/gang
member/someone to be scared of.
Never mind the fact
that he's 100 feet away
from the house
he lived in his whole life.
We're not looking at that.
We're not seeing that.
We're just seeing
his blackness.
And when a young Black man
is seen through a white lens,
lazy prejudice provides a story
about who he is
and what he's doing.
See, but what I want to do
is step away from lazy...
...and think better.
Moses feared for his life,
and so he ran.
Was he right to fear
for his life?
We say yes.
Was he right to resist?
Hmm.
Let's ask somebody.
Let's ask Laquan McDonald.
Let's ask Phil an do Castile.
Let's ask Michael Brown,
Tamir Rice.
Let's ask George Floyd.
Oh. Wait.
We can't.
They're dead.
Was Moses Johnson right to do
everything he could to make sure
that his name did not end up
on that long list of young
Black men and women
that were killed by police?
We say yes.
We say it was his self-defense.
Now, Ms. Mother well wants you
to look at one frozen moment
in time,
out of context, and draw
from it conclusions about
what Moses Johnson was thinking
and feeling in this moment.
She wants you to narrow
your thinking.
In fact, she doesn't want you
to think much at all.
We want you to go wide and
understand what was in his mind
by seeing the world
from his point of view,
not your own.
Is that expression
on his face...
Is that anger, or is it fear?
Is that violence in his eyes?
[♪♪]
Or is it terror?
She wants you to look at him.
I want you to imagine
being him.
That's the difference
between the two of us.
What I'm asking you to do
is exercise your imagination
in place of your prejudice.
Now, I-I-I'm a little nervous
and a little scared,
because, as divided
as this country is
and as tribal as we've become,
I believe we've lost the ability
to step into someone else's
shoes and walk around.
But it is my hope
and my prayer
that you will prove
my fear unfounded
and bring in a verdict
based on the real understanding
of who Moses Johnson is,
not who the world
wants him to be.
[♪♪]
Thank you.
[♪♪]
♪ Chicago
♪ Where the dollar and blue
collar go hand in hand ♪
♪ City of Dreams so big
♪ Nightmares
don't stand a chance ♪
♪ A concrete paradise
where roses grow ♪
♪ See the smile from a child
♪ Light up
the magnificent mile ♪
♪ And melt the coldest snow
♪ This is home
♪ Find the brightest minds
on these dark streets ♪
♪ See the heart and soul
on these old blocks ♪
♪ Where we grow,
we call it the go ♪
♪ 'Cause we don't stop
Martha:
Stop stop and frisk.
Stop it.
Every 800 stops the cops make,
they find a gun.
Every 800.
At what cost?
That's 800 Black people
scared to death,
frightened, that...
That if they make one
false move, they'll get killed.
Let the tail lights be.
Right?
Let them be.
Until we figure out how to halt
the epidemic of Black death
at the hands
of law enforcement,
we have to stop
their encounters with us.
Izzy, we are living in
a-a-a permanent state of fear,
and there's a word
for that.
It is called terrorism.
The Chicago Police Department
is a terrorist organization.
That's a big word.
And it is one that
I have considered carefully.
Does your husband agree with
what you've just been saying?
[Chuckles]
My husband doesn't have to
agree with anything that I say or do.
Okay.
Girl,
you just lit it up.
Did I?
Social media's
going crazy.
Chicago Police
are terrorists.
Mm.
Yes.
[Chuckles] Okay. They are.
[Chuckles] Okay.
Photo op at the Rufus shrine.
Uh, no.
It's good to put a face
to a name.
The Tribune'ssending
a reporter,
AP and Reuters
want a picture of your feet.
This is going national.
You just became a big story,
Martha Roberts.
I said no, Marisol.
Is this about Franklin?
'Cause the way
I look at it,
if he's well enough
to be in court,
you need to stay out here
and keep doing what you do.
Martha, when I listen to you,
you inspire me,
and you move people
to action.
Let's go.
Hey. You can't park here.
Move on.
Yeah,
this is Norma Johnson.
Uh, uh,
her son's on trial.
I don't care if she's
the Queen of Sheba.
Move on.
My man, she's late.Phil.
You really want to stop a mother
from seeing her son?
That's it.
Out of the van.
I'm just telling you.
She has to get in...
Out of the van.
Now.
Wow.
Wow.
[♪♪]
Put your hands
on the van.Wow.
Go in. Go in. I'm good.
I'm good. Go in. Go in.
Come on, big man.Wow.
Come on.
[♪♪]
The defense wants to talk
about context.
He thinks I don't.
Well, he's wrong.
Is this a speech or...
Or a question?
I think it's a-a speech.
Hey.
I'm... I'm sorry,
Your Honor.
That... That's my son.
David.
What's the story
with this corner?
Frater: It's an open air
drug market.
18, 19 hours a day.
Who runs it?
The Nation.
Members of the gang
were out dealing
when we arrived
that day.
What happened?
They took off running
once they saw us.
We were able
to apprehend five.
As we suspected,
we found sleet on scene.
Sleet?
Heroin.
Hmm.
Fentanyl blend.
It's a drug to die for...
and people do. Hmm.
It's also what we found
in the Johnson home.
It was on this corner.
In this context,
with these drugs on sale,
run by this gang,
where you arrested
the defendant's brother?
Joshua Johnson was apprehended
at the scene.
Was the accused present?
10 feet from his brother.
Five feet from the gang member
with the gun.
In the mix, on the corner.
What did he do
when you arrived?
He ran.
Were you present
when the Johnson family home
was searched?
Yes, I was. Was anything found?
We found that
under her mattress.
Lab tests show it came
from the same batch
we seized on the corner.
What was the quantity of sleet
found in the Johnson home?
Enough to make me wonder
whether she might be
the depot
supplying the corner.
She?
Norma Johnson.[Sighs]
Have you come across
something like this before?
The mule dressed
as a nun.
I'm sorry?
Nobody's gonna stop and search
a bride of Christ at the airport.
Just like nobody suspects
the homemaker mom
is the heart
of a drug business.
[♪♪]
You found drugs
in the Johnson home? Correct.
Enough for a possession
with intent to distribute rap?
Yeah.
Who did you charge?
Nobody.
[♪♪]
I'm sorry?
Nobody.
Who did you arrest?
No one.
Wait... Wait a minute.
I don't understand.
Two minutes ago, you said that
Norma Johnson was a player
in a major drug
dealing business
causing untold damage
in her community.
We were looking for
her son.
Why can't you do
two things at once?
It about priorities.
It was about
you planting drugs.
We don't do that.Okay.
[♪♪]
Okay.
[♪♪]
Do you know what
the minimum wage is?
[♪♪]
20 bucks.
Norma Johnson makes
$15.50 an hour
cleaning this
entire courthouse.
Is this a speech
or a question?
How many kingpin drug dealers
do you know work night shifts
cleaning public toilets?
[♪♪]
I don't do rhetorical
questions, Officer.
[♪♪]
None.
Thank you.
[♪♪]
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
Your boy
was soft as hell.
[Chuckles]
Want me to rough you up
a little?
Maybe kick you
in the nuts
so Norma can nurse them
better later?
[Chuckles]
Yeah, very funny, Lieutenant.
Remember what I told you
at the start of this?
No, I don't.
Don't fall in love,
and wear a condom.
How's that going?
I'm a pro, boss.
I know you are.
So, what have you got
for me?
The brother.
Joshua.
[♪♪]
Okay, thank you,
Lieutenant.
[Cellphone beeps]
[Indistinct conversations]
[♪♪]
Didn't ask about the brother
in there.
Joshua is
a traumatized child.
I'm trying to keep him
out of this.
It's funny how trauma
affects people.
What do you want?
How is all this
being paid for?
The community knows when
one of its own needs support.
That include
the drug dealing community?
Who knew they were
so philanthropic?
What are you
talking about?
Giving Joshua a job
on the corner
so that he can help
pay for you.
It's heartwarming.
Where are you
getting this?
Come on. You know I'm not
revealing my sources.
You could always
ask your wife.
What does this have to do
with Martha?
See, I've been puzzling why
a firebrand like her
hasn't wanted to talk about
the Moses case more.
Now I know.
Her husband is getting paid
out of the sale of street heroin.
That kind of dirty money
in the family
doesn't look so good when
you're standing for election
on a fuck the police
platform.
Call me if you want to quote
your denial or whatever.
[♪♪]
It's true.
You... You know?
How?
[♪♪]
Rufus' mother,
Janet Porter.
And you didn't tell me?
'Cause of what I know
about her.
What? What...
What do you know about her?
Martha, this is the end
of your candidacy, my career,
Moses' chances.
You have to tell me.
[♪♪]
Rufus was a snitch.
Wh... What?
Okay. Okay. Franklin, Franklin.
You can't use this.
If they know about
what Rufus was doing,
they're gonna
come after Janet.
The Nation is going to come
after her.
You know how this goes.
You know.
Leave it alone.
[♪♪]
Man: Defense counsel in
the case of Moses Johnson,
please come to the court
immediately.
[♪♪]
Deuce: Yo, homie, Dante needs
you to come through the spot.
For what?
He needs you to
come through now.
Alright, man.
[♪♪]
Joshua.
Deputy Moss:
The Judge is waiting, Counselor.
Be safe.
Counselor.
Coming.
[Reporters speaking
indistinctly][Camera shutters clicking]
How did you get Moses' name
from his brother Joshua?
I talked to him.
That's it?
Yeah.
Okay.
Take a look at this,
please.
It's a copy of the record
of Joshua being booked
into the precinct
by the Custody Sergeant.
Yes.
What time did he arrive?
1:42.
Ah.
Here he is leaving again.
Time code 2:15
on the video.
Is that on the record? No.
Ah.
Should it be?
Yeah.
Huh.
Here he is coming back.
Two hours
and nine minutes later.
Is that on the record?
No.
Should it be?
[♪♪]
Did you take him out
for ice cream, Officer?
[♪♪]
Thank you, Officer.
[♪♪]
[Sighs]
[♪♪]
David: No. Wait.
No, I want to know.
That's enough, young man.
Did you take him out
for ice cream?
Young man,
that is enough. Did you?
No, it's not enough.
I want to know.
That is enough.
[♪♪]
Where we going?
[♪♪]
[Indistinct conversations]
[♪♪]
Hey.
Hey.
They let you go?
[♪♪]
They didn't charge you?
Just made
their feelings clear.
Oh.
They hurt you?
You know what I did
in there, right?
Kept thinking of you.
And then they couldn't
get to me.
Yeah.
[♪♪]
B-R-A-N-N-I-G-A-N.
Where were you when the accused
started talking?
He started talking in the car
on the way to the station.
Is that unusual?
I've seen it
so many times.
They feel better.
It's called conscience.
Funny how it goes away
once a lawyer steps in.
Objection, Your Honor.
Judge Fitzpatrick:
Sustained.
Would you care
to rephrase that?
Okay.
The last thing a lawyer
wants to be stuck with
in a system like ours
is the truth.
He needs his own version of it,
and to get that,
he'll manipulate
and maneuver his client
into telling him
what he wants to hear.
Truth leaves the room
when the lawyer walks in.
They're storytellers.
Franklin: Do you have
children, Lieutenant?
Two boys.
17 and 15.
"Pursuant to my attempt
to escape,
there was physical contact
between myself
and the police officer."
Your 15-year-old
ever sound like that? No.
"Pursuant to"?
"Physical contact"?
Sound like
South Side talk?
Eh, straight outta
Woodlawn?
You write this?
He started talking.
I listened.
We wrote it down.
This is a department report
of your shootings
in the line of duty.
Do you know how many people
you've shot?
Every working cop
remembers
each time they fired
their weapon. Mm-hmm.
I've had 6 shootings
in my 23 years on the job.
You know how many of these
were Black men?
- All of them.
- Woman: Mm.
Just protecting my guys.
Should I not protect them
because of the color
of the skin of the men
threatening them?
Let's talk about the last
of these six shootings.
What's the answer
to my question?
Or are you avoiding
answering it?
You don't get to ask the
questions in here, Lieutenant.
As you well know.
He had a weapon.
He fired it.
Police lives and the lives of
others were in immediate danger.
Was there an investigation
into his death?
I went before
the review board.
How long did that take?
I testified for an hour.
The board ruled it
was a good shoot.
Can you tell me about
the CPD shootings
the board have decided
were bad shoots? No.
Why not? Can't think of any.
The whole weight
of the criminal justice system
is bearing down on Moses,
here, today.
You shoot Rufus.
One hour?
Case was clear cut.
When you arrived on the corner,
were there other cops with you? Yes.
How many?
Six.
All with weapons drawn? Yes.
Any of them fire at Rufus? No.
But you did.
You made the decision
to end his life.
That was you.
I've been doing this job
23 years.
I can think clearly
under pressure.
So it wasn't
a gut reaction.
It was...
It was calculated.
Look, when a shot is fired
by a civilian
and you're in close,
a lot of officers' first
reaction is the same... passive.
The first three seconds
are about self-protection.
You flinch, you're shocked,
then you react.
As a leader of men, I'm trained
to do better than that.
I have to be the first to
respond because I'm in charge.
So, on that day, I was able
to go straight to reaction.
The right reaction. Maybe
the other six officers
had a better understanding
of... of context.
Or maybe
I saved their lives.
You took a life
without understanding
all that was going on.
Rufus wasn't a danger
to your colleagues.
You assumed he was.
You presumedhe was.
I violated
no police procedure.
[Spectators murmuring]
What's his name?
Rufus.
Rufus what?
I don't recall.
What would you think of me
if I didn't remember
your dead colleague's
last name?
What if I said,
"Michael who?"
What would you think
of me?
Look, I-I-I'm sorry about
your colleague's death.
I really am.
But is Rufus Porter's life
less important,
less worthy
than Michael Rossi's?
All lives matter.
[Spectators murmuring]
What are
your children's names?
Mark and Luke.
Mark and Luke.
Have you given Mark and Luke
the talk?
What to do when they encounter
a police officer?
Not necessary.
Why not?
Because they're white?
Just not needed.
All Black parents have
that conversation
with their children,
bar none.
Are they wrong?
All of them?
Yes.
Huh.
Is Moses safe
to put his hands up
like Michael Brown
and Adam Toledo?
Is... Does he have...
Is he entitled to, uh,
a little bit of fear
that the policeman will
put a bullet in him anyway?
Now you're making assumptions
and presumptions
about all of us
because of the uniform
we wear.
There's a name for that. There is.
And it's called
institutional racism,
and your failure
to see it?
That's the problem.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Mrs. Roberts?
Martha?
That in there?
Word for word.
He is me.
I am him.
He spoke for all of us.
[♪♪]
Write that down
in your paper.
[♪♪]
[Both laugh]
I'm going to ask you to do
the hard part first.
Okay.
Will you tell us about
Michael Rossi's last moment
on Earth?
What did you see when
you arrived to the scene?
Um...
you know that picture
of Cassius Clay
standing over Sonny Liston
after he knocked him out?
Mm-hmm.
Like he's taunting him?
That's it.
That's what I saw.
What did you do?
The moment he saw me,
the defendant took off.
Uh, up and over
the containers.
And...
...Michael was, uh,
just lying there.
Wasn't moving.
I went over. I tried...
I tried to help him...
...a-and...
Hey.
Take your time.
Well, his head was...
Was bleeding, uh,
from a head injury.
Th-Th-There was
a lot of blood.
What did you do?
I tried.
I-I-I tried
to keep him with me.
I kept trying.
I'm s... I'm sorry.
Okay.
Do you recognize these? Yes.
The clothes I was wearing
that day.
Mm-hmm.
[♪♪]
[Breathes deeply]
And the blood stains?
[♪♪]
Michael's.
[Sniffles]
[♪♪]
[Camera shutter clicks]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
He's doing well
in there.
[♪♪]
You're fucking him,
aren't you?
[♪♪]
[Breathes deeply]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
ShotSpotter picked up
three different shots
within the vicinity
and time frame of the incident.
Two that we can account for.
One shot from a weapon
belonging to Rufus Porter.
The second from
Lieutenant Brannigan.
3 minutes and 55 seconds later,
a third shot was fired.
Now, your incident report
made no mention
of you drawing your weapon.
Because I didn't.
So, the third shot
wasn't you?
Wasn't me.
You're sure about that?
I didn't fire my gun.
How long have you had
your service weapon?
Six years.
And it was the weapon
you carried with you
on the day in question?
Yes.
Did you bring your weapon
with you to court today?
Yes.
Where is it?
In a locker downstairs.
Your Honor, the defense
admits into evidence
a 9 millimeter bullet found
in the vicinity of the incident.
We request that Officer Logan's
service weapon
be retrieved immediately
for ballistic testing
against the bullet.
Objection.
You got to be kidding me.
Judge Fitzpatrick:
Get up here, both of you.
[♪♪]
They don't have the bullet.
They have a bullet.
The ballistics tests we'd run
can't be done without notice.
We're mid-trial.
We are being ambushed here.
I agree.
But Office Logan
is expert enough.
He can tell if the bullet
fits the gun.
That's a yes or no.
We'll take it from there.
[♪♪]
Let the record show
that the Deputy
is being ordered
by the court to retrieve
Officer Logan's
service weapon.
Court will remain in session
in the duration.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Deputy Moss: Retrieved a
.45-caliber Smith & Wesson handgun
from the courthouse locker
assigned to Officer Logan.
[♪♪]
Judge Fitzpatrick:
Defense Exhibit C.
[♪♪]
Your Honor,
may I approach?
[♪♪]
Your Honor,
there seems to be a mix-up.
It's... It's not... I gave
you a lot of leeway
to introduce
this evidence impromptu,
so I'm gonna insist
you get on with it.
Yes, Your Honor.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
What's the question,
Counselor?
We're all waiting.
Is this your service weapon,
Officer?
It's my gun.
And this is the same gun
you carried on the day?
Same one.
[Sighs]
I remind you
that you are under oath.
[♪♪]
It's my gun.
[♪♪]
Judge Fitzpatrick:
Moving on, Counselor.
Your Honor, we ask
that the record reflect
Officer Logan's weapon
is a .45-caliber pistol.
It does not match
the 9 millimeter slug
the defense has submitted
for evidence.
[Sighs]
[Spectators murmuring]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
He's lying, isn't he?
[Door opens]
Can we talk?[Door closes]
There's... There's something
you need to know.
You're scaring me.
What you've been doing is
a wonderful thing, Miss Norma.
You... God knows where
you found the strength
to campaign
and raise money and...
It's my son.
It's only money.
Yeah, but that's...
That's the thing.
What?
The money.
It's dirty.
No.
No.
We got the money from friends
and the community
and Joshua's been... Joshua.
Joshua what?
He's not working.
What do you mean
Joshua's not working?
[♪♪]
He's selling.
That's where the money's
coming from.
[♪♪]
Where is he?
[♪♪]
Dante: Come on, boy.
[♪♪]
Open that shit up.
[♪♪]
Come on, boy.
[♪♪]
[Keypad beeping]
[Lock clicks]
[♪♪]
The boys didn't hear nothing
last night then, huh?
[♪♪]
I see you learned
that lesson well.
If you gonna steal,
steal it all.
[♪♪]
[Grunts]
[Grunts]
[Gunfire]
[♪♪]
When was you gonna tell me
about this?
[♪♪]
Yo, how long you known
about this, man?
Yo, get up out of here,
bro.
Get up out of here,
bro!
Ooh.
Huh?
About what?
About my baby brother
who I've been a father to
for years
while you been away.
Do you hear me?
Who I've been a father to.
I did your job
'cause you weren't there,
and now you do this?
What is wrong with you,
man?
He wanted in.
He's smart.
He's bringing in paper
and earning his keep.
Yeah, I respect that.
You respect that?
What is wrong with you?
What kind of man are you?
Hmm?
The kind of man who knows
what's best for his boys.
Yeah. Okay.
Alright?
Alright?
Alright.
Joshua ain't a track
star like you. [Chuckles]
He's taking care of his mother
and himself
more than you can
or ever will be.
Whatever.
Be somebody's daddy for once
in your life, bro.
That's what
you need to do.
[♪♪]
Why am I even here?
I'm gonna go out there
and pull him off
of whatever corner
he's on. No, no, no. Come here.
No, no, no.
You let me do that.
Alright?
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
[Sighs]
How'd they know
about the gun?
How would they know
about a thing like that?
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[Cellphone beeps]
[Line ringing]
[♪♪]
- Brannigan: Yeah?
- Yeah, Brannigan?
Yeah, Joshua.
Yeah, I need help finding him.
[♪♪]
Pop the glove box.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Hand it to me.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
I know you took money,
too.
I know.
I... And I shouldn't have.
[♪♪]
I-I needed it.
[♪♪]
So, what you think
happens now?
[♪♪]
I don't know.
Sure you do.
[♪♪]
Betrayed the trust
I put in you.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Dante, wait, man.
Dante: Shh.
Come on, man.
You ain't got to do this, man.
[♪♪]
Dante.
[♪♪]
Huh.
I... Hey, man, you... you ain't got to...
You ain't got to
do this.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
[Breathing shakily]
I owe your old man...
From way back.
[♪♪]
Not killing you now,
that's my debt to Speak.
[♪♪]
You do this again...
Ah.
Alright.
[♪♪]
[Gun clicks][Breathing rapidly]
[♪♪]
You mine now.
[♪♪]
And this yours now.
[♪♪]
We gonna get TJ.
In the meantime,
you best stay strapped.
[♪♪]
I need to see if you about
this life for real.
[♪♪]
Watch your back,
lil' man.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Michael: I don't care
who we take down.
These people are
all the same to me.
But they have got to be
paying for that pass...
The Faction.
Brannigan:
Paying who?
It's just where
the heat is now.
[♪♪]
He got a name,
your man in The Nation?
Yeah.
Tutu.
[♪♪]
You got a reception problem
in here.
I keep...
Keep leaving messages.
Alex:
The reception's fine.
Let me get
another one.
[♪♪]
My experience?
This a good time to start
thinking about
who you trust
to give you a ride home.
You keep drinking,
I'll have to take your keys.
Can you really trust
anybody these days?
That's a hell
of a question.
Focuses the mind.
What does?
Dying.[Door opens]
[♪♪]
[Clears throat]
I step out the courtroom,
you're gone?
No heads up,
no debrief.
They switched the gun,
Nicole.
They switched the damn gun.
How?
Franklin.
Somebody warned them.
I told Norma about the bullet,
and one other person.
[♪♪]
Officer Logan's annual
firearms qualification,
from six months ago.
His service weapon is listed
as a nine millimeter Glock.
He said he had the .45
for six years.
Yeah, he lied,
and this proves it.
I'm not the leak,
and I'm not the one
keeping secrets, Franklin.
Five bathroom breaks
in one day.
My dad passed
two kidney stones.
I know what that looks like.
It's not this.
Does Moses know?
Or are you lying
to him, too?
[♪♪]
Dylan Thomas.
"Do not go gentle
into that good night.
Rage, rage against
the dying of the light."
Rage.
[♪♪]
Rage.
[♪♪]
Rage.
[Cellphone vibrates, beeps]Yeah?
Brannigan:
We got eyes on Joshua.
[Engine starts]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[Horn honks][Whistles] Hey!
Joshua!
[♪♪]
Your mama knows
everything.
[Sighs, grunts]
It's cool. Hey.
But you need to call her now
and let her know
you're safe
then we'll figure
how to handle this.
Get in.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Jessica:
It took him two weeks
deciding what to get you
for your birthday.
He wouldn't stop
talking about it.
Should it be black
or silver?
Does a nine millimeter Glock
look better in black or silver?
Jessica... When the Deputy came into
court today with that gun,
I saw your face, and I
watched you decide to lie.
What did you expect me to do?!
Tell the truth?!
'Cause you know
what that'll mean?
That means Michael's killer
goes free.
Is that what you want?
[Sighs]
You want the truth?
Well,
here's the truth.
I love you.
[Sighs]
I love you. Oh, my... [Chuckles]
Oh, Jesus.
[Crying]
[Sighs]
[♪♪]
[Squeak, clank]
[♪♪]
[Door closes, engine starts]
[Vehicle departs]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Brannigan: He got a name,
- your man in The Nation?
- Michael: Yeah.
What are you doing?
What... What is this?
It's Tutu.
Who?
Rufus.
[♪♪]
Okay.
What about him?
He was a problem.
For who?
For Brannigan.
It was not
a good shoot.
It was an execution.
It changes everything.
[♪♪]
You can't use this,
Franklin.
[♪♪]
If you use this,
Janet Porter dies.
[♪♪]
Franklin, look,
if you use this,
I can't live with you.
[♪♪]
It's Moses or me.
That's your choice.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
On the next episode
of "61st Street"...
Tell Dante Martha Roberts
needs a face-to-face.
Y'all cowards!
Y'all cowards!
Moses: The judge say the defense
you're running is reckless.
We need to get this
under control.
There is something foul
about your lieutenant.
Michael Rossi was prepared
to follow his conscience.
Are you?
You had the guns
switched?
Judge:
Deputy, remove the jury.
I'm calling you out.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
"61st Street"...
- Don't move!
- [Gunshot]
- Fire!
- [Gunshot]
Franklin: We found the bullet. They shot at
my boy.
If I can help you
with anything, hit me up.
So you her boyfriend
now?
I heard you made a big thing
about Rufus Porter.
He was a snitch.
Oh, my God.
Rufus knew about
our deal with the Faction,
so he had to go.
I want to hear it.
Jessica...
I want to hear it.
You would be in the middle
of what he was doing.
You haven't taken
one pill!
Franklin:
The side effects...
I've got to be strong.
I've got to be ready.
The image you're about to see
is graphic and disturbing,
but it's your duty
to look at it.
[♪♪]
Officer Michael Rossi died
a violent death,
and this is the man
who killed him.
[♪♪]
Officer Rossi died because
he was doing his job that day.
Guns and drugs were recovered
on the corner.
Drugs were found
in the Johnson home.
It's a home occupied
by three people...
Moses, his mother, Norma,
and his younger brother, Joshua.
[♪♪]
A Nation gang member
fired his weapon
during the corner drug bust.
Moses' father is an
established leader of that gang.
So, I guess you could say
Moses... drug-dealing gangbanger
from a family
of drug-dealing gangbangers...
- Your Honor...
- Judge Fitzpatrick: Counselor?
...there's no evidence
that Moses, his mother,
or brother are drug dealers
or gang members.
Ms. Mother well here
is misleading the jury.
No way.
Get up here, both of you.
[♪♪]
What else were they doing
on that corner?
You see?
There it is.
I just can't let
an invitation
to crazy prejudice go,
Your Honor.
Are you suggesting
that my remarks are racist?
I can't think
of another word.
Jesus Christ. That's enough.
Counselor, withdraw that comment
and apologize.
I won't do it, Your Honor.
I'd be lying if I did.
He ran from the scene.
Somehow, that's not evidence?
That's me being racist?
I mean, the drugs were found
under her mattress.
And we all know
how they got there.
Then you can cross examine
on that.
Carry on,
Ms. Mother well.
[♪♪]
[♪♪]
Nina: This is a trial
about state of mind.
What was Moses Johnson's
state of mind
at the time he caused
the death of Michael Rossi?
Look at his expression
in the photograph.
Is there any better evidence
of what's in a man's mind
than the look on his face?
Seconds after that,
Michael Rossi was on the ground
with a catastrophic head injury
that ended his life.
It's simple.
Just look at the picture.
[♪♪]
In the words of another lawyer
in another city
not so long ago...
Believe your own eyes.
[♪♪]
[Siren wails in distance]
Yeah, you know what?
I'm gonna walk.
What are you talking about?
No, no. Walk?
Listen, the GPS says
this is gonna clear up, alright?
It's gonna clear up.
[♪♪]
Franklin: Do you know what it takes
to be this?
4:00 A.M. wake-ups,
two-a-day workouts
six days a week,
a minutely calibrated diet.
How hard is that
in a food desert?
Maintaining a 3.8 GPA,
perfect attendance,
honors program.
You know what it takes
to be that?
It takes discipline, dedication,
and focus.
The question I have for
all of you all today is that,
while he's doing all of this
and all of that,
where he does he find the time
to deal drugs and do gang shit?
Counselor.
I-I-I'm sorry,
Your Honor.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
See, I'd like to speak
my English,
not the courtroom English
during this trial.
See, I-I'm from
the South Side,
and I want to speak
how we speak.
This trial is about us,
and I think the words
should be our words.
Thank you.
Let me tell you something.
A full time corner boy, 17,
and never been busted?
That's a first.
And a gang member that spends
most of his time
running around the track
instead of his corner?
That's unique.
So, I'mma go straight
to the part
of your thinking
where Ms. Mother well here
just wants you
to limit yourself,
and I'm gonna ask you
the question
that she wants you to ask.
If you ain't got nothing
to hide, why run?
See, I think Ms. Mother well here
just answered that question
by making her assumption
and presumptions,
assuming and presuming
you share them.
Here we go.
Black male on a corner in
proximity to other Black males
equals drug dealer/gang
member/someone to be scared of.
Never mind the fact
that he's 100 feet away
from the house
he lived in his whole life.
We're not looking at that.
We're not seeing that.
We're just seeing
his blackness.
And when a young Black man
is seen through a white lens,
lazy prejudice provides a story
about who he is
and what he's doing.
See, but what I want to do
is step away from lazy...
...and think better.
Moses feared for his life,
and so he ran.
Was he right to fear
for his life?
We say yes.
Was he right to resist?
Hmm.
Let's ask somebody.
Let's ask Laquan McDonald.
Let's ask Phil an do Castile.
Let's ask Michael Brown,
Tamir Rice.
Let's ask George Floyd.
Oh. Wait.
We can't.
They're dead.
Was Moses Johnson right to do
everything he could to make sure
that his name did not end up
on that long list of young
Black men and women
that were killed by police?
We say yes.
We say it was his self-defense.
Now, Ms. Mother well wants you
to look at one frozen moment
in time,
out of context, and draw
from it conclusions about
what Moses Johnson was thinking
and feeling in this moment.
She wants you to narrow
your thinking.
In fact, she doesn't want you
to think much at all.
We want you to go wide and
understand what was in his mind
by seeing the world
from his point of view,
not your own.
Is that expression
on his face...
Is that anger, or is it fear?
Is that violence in his eyes?
[♪♪]
Or is it terror?
She wants you to look at him.
I want you to imagine
being him.
That's the difference
between the two of us.
What I'm asking you to do
is exercise your imagination
in place of your prejudice.
Now, I-I-I'm a little nervous
and a little scared,
because, as divided
as this country is
and as tribal as we've become,
I believe we've lost the ability
to step into someone else's
shoes and walk around.
But it is my hope
and my prayer
that you will prove
my fear unfounded
and bring in a verdict
based on the real understanding
of who Moses Johnson is,
not who the world
wants him to be.
[♪♪]
Thank you.
[♪♪]
♪ Chicago
♪ Where the dollar and blue
collar go hand in hand ♪
♪ City of Dreams so big
♪ Nightmares
don't stand a chance ♪
♪ A concrete paradise
where roses grow ♪
♪ See the smile from a child
♪ Light up
the magnificent mile ♪
♪ And melt the coldest snow
♪ This is home
♪ Find the brightest minds
on these dark streets ♪
♪ See the heart and soul
on these old blocks ♪
♪ Where we grow,
we call it the go ♪
♪ 'Cause we don't stop
Martha:
Stop stop and frisk.
Stop it.
Every 800 stops the cops make,
they find a gun.
Every 800.
At what cost?
That's 800 Black people
scared to death,
frightened, that...
That if they make one
false move, they'll get killed.
Let the tail lights be.
Right?
Let them be.
Until we figure out how to halt
the epidemic of Black death
at the hands
of law enforcement,
we have to stop
their encounters with us.
Izzy, we are living in
a-a-a permanent state of fear,
and there's a word
for that.
It is called terrorism.
The Chicago Police Department
is a terrorist organization.
That's a big word.
And it is one that
I have considered carefully.
Does your husband agree with
what you've just been saying?
[Chuckles]
My husband doesn't have to
agree with anything that I say or do.
Okay.
Girl,
you just lit it up.
Did I?
Social media's
going crazy.
Chicago Police
are terrorists.
Mm.
Yes.
[Chuckles] Okay. They are.
[Chuckles] Okay.
Photo op at the Rufus shrine.
Uh, no.
It's good to put a face
to a name.
The Tribune'ssending
a reporter,
AP and Reuters
want a picture of your feet.
This is going national.
You just became a big story,
Martha Roberts.
I said no, Marisol.
Is this about Franklin?
'Cause the way
I look at it,
if he's well enough
to be in court,
you need to stay out here
and keep doing what you do.
Martha, when I listen to you,
you inspire me,
and you move people
to action.
Let's go.
Hey. You can't park here.
Move on.
Yeah,
this is Norma Johnson.
Uh, uh,
her son's on trial.
I don't care if she's
the Queen of Sheba.
Move on.
My man, she's late.Phil.
You really want to stop a mother
from seeing her son?
That's it.
Out of the van.
I'm just telling you.
She has to get in...
Out of the van.
Now.
Wow.
Wow.
[♪♪]
Put your hands
on the van.Wow.
Go in. Go in. I'm good.
I'm good. Go in. Go in.
Come on, big man.Wow.
Come on.
[♪♪]
The defense wants to talk
about context.
He thinks I don't.
Well, he's wrong.
Is this a speech or...
Or a question?
I think it's a-a speech.
Hey.
I'm... I'm sorry,
Your Honor.
That... That's my son.
David.
What's the story
with this corner?
Frater: It's an open air
drug market.
18, 19 hours a day.
Who runs it?
The Nation.
Members of the gang
were out dealing
when we arrived
that day.
What happened?
They took off running
once they saw us.
We were able
to apprehend five.
As we suspected,
we found sleet on scene.
Sleet?
Heroin.
Hmm.
Fentanyl blend.
It's a drug to die for...
and people do. Hmm.
It's also what we found
in the Johnson home.
It was on this corner.
In this context,
with these drugs on sale,
run by this gang,
where you arrested
the defendant's brother?
Joshua Johnson was apprehended
at the scene.
Was the accused present?
10 feet from his brother.
Five feet from the gang member
with the gun.
In the mix, on the corner.
What did he do
when you arrived?
He ran.
Were you present
when the Johnson family home
was searched?
Yes, I was. Was anything found?
We found that
under her mattress.
Lab tests show it came
from the same batch
we seized on the corner.
What was the quantity of sleet
found in the Johnson home?
Enough to make me wonder
whether she might be
the depot
supplying the corner.
She?
Norma Johnson.[Sighs]
Have you come across
something like this before?
The mule dressed
as a nun.
I'm sorry?
Nobody's gonna stop and search
a bride of Christ at the airport.
Just like nobody suspects
the homemaker mom
is the heart
of a drug business.
[♪♪]
You found drugs
in the Johnson home? Correct.
Enough for a possession
with intent to distribute rap?
Yeah.
Who did you charge?
Nobody.
[♪♪]
I'm sorry?
Nobody.
Who did you arrest?
No one.
Wait... Wait a minute.
I don't understand.
Two minutes ago, you said that
Norma Johnson was a player
in a major drug
dealing business
causing untold damage
in her community.
We were looking for
her son.
Why can't you do
two things at once?
It about priorities.
It was about
you planting drugs.
We don't do that.Okay.
[♪♪]
Okay.
[♪♪]
Do you know what
the minimum wage is?
[♪♪]
20 bucks.
Norma Johnson makes
$15.50 an hour
cleaning this
entire courthouse.
Is this a speech
or a question?
How many kingpin drug dealers
do you know work night shifts
cleaning public toilets?
[♪♪]
I don't do rhetorical
questions, Officer.
[♪♪]
None.
Thank you.
[♪♪]
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
Your boy
was soft as hell.
[Chuckles]
Want me to rough you up
a little?
Maybe kick you
in the nuts
so Norma can nurse them
better later?
[Chuckles]
Yeah, very funny, Lieutenant.
Remember what I told you
at the start of this?
No, I don't.
Don't fall in love,
and wear a condom.
How's that going?
I'm a pro, boss.
I know you are.
So, what have you got
for me?
The brother.
Joshua.
[♪♪]
Okay, thank you,
Lieutenant.
[Cellphone beeps]
[Indistinct conversations]
[♪♪]
Didn't ask about the brother
in there.
Joshua is
a traumatized child.
I'm trying to keep him
out of this.
It's funny how trauma
affects people.
What do you want?
How is all this
being paid for?
The community knows when
one of its own needs support.
That include
the drug dealing community?
Who knew they were
so philanthropic?
What are you
talking about?
Giving Joshua a job
on the corner
so that he can help
pay for you.
It's heartwarming.
Where are you
getting this?
Come on. You know I'm not
revealing my sources.
You could always
ask your wife.
What does this have to do
with Martha?
See, I've been puzzling why
a firebrand like her
hasn't wanted to talk about
the Moses case more.
Now I know.
Her husband is getting paid
out of the sale of street heroin.
That kind of dirty money
in the family
doesn't look so good when
you're standing for election
on a fuck the police
platform.
Call me if you want to quote
your denial or whatever.
[♪♪]
It's true.
You... You know?
How?
[♪♪]
Rufus' mother,
Janet Porter.
And you didn't tell me?
'Cause of what I know
about her.
What? What...
What do you know about her?
Martha, this is the end
of your candidacy, my career,
Moses' chances.
You have to tell me.
[♪♪]
Rufus was a snitch.
Wh... What?
Okay. Okay. Franklin, Franklin.
You can't use this.
If they know about
what Rufus was doing,
they're gonna
come after Janet.
The Nation is going to come
after her.
You know how this goes.
You know.
Leave it alone.
[♪♪]
Man: Defense counsel in
the case of Moses Johnson,
please come to the court
immediately.
[♪♪]
Deuce: Yo, homie, Dante needs
you to come through the spot.
For what?
He needs you to
come through now.
Alright, man.
[♪♪]
Joshua.
Deputy Moss:
The Judge is waiting, Counselor.
Be safe.
Counselor.
Coming.
[Reporters speaking
indistinctly][Camera shutters clicking]
How did you get Moses' name
from his brother Joshua?
I talked to him.
That's it?
Yeah.
Okay.
Take a look at this,
please.
It's a copy of the record
of Joshua being booked
into the precinct
by the Custody Sergeant.
Yes.
What time did he arrive?
1:42.
Ah.
Here he is leaving again.
Time code 2:15
on the video.
Is that on the record? No.
Ah.
Should it be?
Yeah.
Huh.
Here he is coming back.
Two hours
and nine minutes later.
Is that on the record?
No.
Should it be?
[♪♪]
Did you take him out
for ice cream, Officer?
[♪♪]
Thank you, Officer.
[♪♪]
[Sighs]
[♪♪]
David: No. Wait.
No, I want to know.
That's enough, young man.
Did you take him out
for ice cream?
Young man,
that is enough. Did you?
No, it's not enough.
I want to know.
That is enough.
[♪♪]
Where we going?
[♪♪]
[Indistinct conversations]
[♪♪]
Hey.
Hey.
They let you go?
[♪♪]
They didn't charge you?
Just made
their feelings clear.
Oh.
They hurt you?
You know what I did
in there, right?
Kept thinking of you.
And then they couldn't
get to me.
Yeah.
[♪♪]
B-R-A-N-N-I-G-A-N.
Where were you when the accused
started talking?
He started talking in the car
on the way to the station.
Is that unusual?
I've seen it
so many times.
They feel better.
It's called conscience.
Funny how it goes away
once a lawyer steps in.
Objection, Your Honor.
Judge Fitzpatrick:
Sustained.
Would you care
to rephrase that?
Okay.
The last thing a lawyer
wants to be stuck with
in a system like ours
is the truth.
He needs his own version of it,
and to get that,
he'll manipulate
and maneuver his client
into telling him
what he wants to hear.
Truth leaves the room
when the lawyer walks in.
They're storytellers.
Franklin: Do you have
children, Lieutenant?
Two boys.
17 and 15.
"Pursuant to my attempt
to escape,
there was physical contact
between myself
and the police officer."
Your 15-year-old
ever sound like that? No.
"Pursuant to"?
"Physical contact"?
Sound like
South Side talk?
Eh, straight outta
Woodlawn?
You write this?
He started talking.
I listened.
We wrote it down.
This is a department report
of your shootings
in the line of duty.
Do you know how many people
you've shot?
Every working cop
remembers
each time they fired
their weapon. Mm-hmm.
I've had 6 shootings
in my 23 years on the job.
You know how many of these
were Black men?
- All of them.
- Woman: Mm.
Just protecting my guys.
Should I not protect them
because of the color
of the skin of the men
threatening them?
Let's talk about the last
of these six shootings.
What's the answer
to my question?
Or are you avoiding
answering it?
You don't get to ask the
questions in here, Lieutenant.
As you well know.
He had a weapon.
He fired it.
Police lives and the lives of
others were in immediate danger.
Was there an investigation
into his death?
I went before
the review board.
How long did that take?
I testified for an hour.
The board ruled it
was a good shoot.
Can you tell me about
the CPD shootings
the board have decided
were bad shoots? No.
Why not? Can't think of any.
The whole weight
of the criminal justice system
is bearing down on Moses,
here, today.
You shoot Rufus.
One hour?
Case was clear cut.
When you arrived on the corner,
were there other cops with you? Yes.
How many?
Six.
All with weapons drawn? Yes.
Any of them fire at Rufus? No.
But you did.
You made the decision
to end his life.
That was you.
I've been doing this job
23 years.
I can think clearly
under pressure.
So it wasn't
a gut reaction.
It was...
It was calculated.
Look, when a shot is fired
by a civilian
and you're in close,
a lot of officers' first
reaction is the same... passive.
The first three seconds
are about self-protection.
You flinch, you're shocked,
then you react.
As a leader of men, I'm trained
to do better than that.
I have to be the first to
respond because I'm in charge.
So, on that day, I was able
to go straight to reaction.
The right reaction. Maybe
the other six officers
had a better understanding
of... of context.
Or maybe
I saved their lives.
You took a life
without understanding
all that was going on.
Rufus wasn't a danger
to your colleagues.
You assumed he was.
You presumedhe was.
I violated
no police procedure.
[Spectators murmuring]
What's his name?
Rufus.
Rufus what?
I don't recall.
What would you think of me
if I didn't remember
your dead colleague's
last name?
What if I said,
"Michael who?"
What would you think
of me?
Look, I-I-I'm sorry about
your colleague's death.
I really am.
But is Rufus Porter's life
less important,
less worthy
than Michael Rossi's?
All lives matter.
[Spectators murmuring]
What are
your children's names?
Mark and Luke.
Mark and Luke.
Have you given Mark and Luke
the talk?
What to do when they encounter
a police officer?
Not necessary.
Why not?
Because they're white?
Just not needed.
All Black parents have
that conversation
with their children,
bar none.
Are they wrong?
All of them?
Yes.
Huh.
Is Moses safe
to put his hands up
like Michael Brown
and Adam Toledo?
Is... Does he have...
Is he entitled to, uh,
a little bit of fear
that the policeman will
put a bullet in him anyway?
Now you're making assumptions
and presumptions
about all of us
because of the uniform
we wear.
There's a name for that. There is.
And it's called
institutional racism,
and your failure
to see it?
That's the problem.
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Mrs. Roberts?
Martha?
That in there?
Word for word.
He is me.
I am him.
He spoke for all of us.
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Write that down
in your paper.
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[Both laugh]
I'm going to ask you to do
the hard part first.
Okay.
Will you tell us about
Michael Rossi's last moment
on Earth?
What did you see when
you arrived to the scene?
Um...
you know that picture
of Cassius Clay
standing over Sonny Liston
after he knocked him out?
Mm-hmm.
Like he's taunting him?
That's it.
That's what I saw.
What did you do?
The moment he saw me,
the defendant took off.
Uh, up and over
the containers.
And...
...Michael was, uh,
just lying there.
Wasn't moving.
I went over. I tried...
I tried to help him...
...a-and...
Hey.
Take your time.
Well, his head was...
Was bleeding, uh,
from a head injury.
Th-Th-There was
a lot of blood.
What did you do?
I tried.
I-I-I tried
to keep him with me.
I kept trying.
I'm s... I'm sorry.
Okay.
Do you recognize these? Yes.
The clothes I was wearing
that day.
Mm-hmm.
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[Breathes deeply]
And the blood stains?
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Michael's.
[Sniffles]
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[Camera shutter clicks]
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He's doing well
in there.
[♪♪]
You're fucking him,
aren't you?
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[Breathes deeply]
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ShotSpotter picked up
three different shots
within the vicinity
and time frame of the incident.
Two that we can account for.
One shot from a weapon
belonging to Rufus Porter.
The second from
Lieutenant Brannigan.
3 minutes and 55 seconds later,
a third shot was fired.
Now, your incident report
made no mention
of you drawing your weapon.
Because I didn't.
So, the third shot
wasn't you?
Wasn't me.
You're sure about that?
I didn't fire my gun.
How long have you had
your service weapon?
Six years.
And it was the weapon
you carried with you
on the day in question?
Yes.
Did you bring your weapon
with you to court today?
Yes.
Where is it?
In a locker downstairs.
Your Honor, the defense
admits into evidence
a 9 millimeter bullet found
in the vicinity of the incident.
We request that Officer Logan's
service weapon
be retrieved immediately
for ballistic testing
against the bullet.
Objection.
You got to be kidding me.
Judge Fitzpatrick:
Get up here, both of you.
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They don't have the bullet.
They have a bullet.
The ballistics tests we'd run
can't be done without notice.
We're mid-trial.
We are being ambushed here.
I agree.
But Office Logan
is expert enough.
He can tell if the bullet
fits the gun.
That's a yes or no.
We'll take it from there.
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Let the record show
that the Deputy
is being ordered
by the court to retrieve
Officer Logan's
service weapon.
Court will remain in session
in the duration.
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Deputy Moss: Retrieved a
.45-caliber Smith & Wesson handgun
from the courthouse locker
assigned to Officer Logan.
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Judge Fitzpatrick:
Defense Exhibit C.
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Your Honor,
may I approach?
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Your Honor,
there seems to be a mix-up.
It's... It's not... I gave
you a lot of leeway
to introduce
this evidence impromptu,
so I'm gonna insist
you get on with it.
Yes, Your Honor.
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What's the question,
Counselor?
We're all waiting.
Is this your service weapon,
Officer?
It's my gun.
And this is the same gun
you carried on the day?
Same one.
[Sighs]
I remind you
that you are under oath.
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It's my gun.
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Judge Fitzpatrick:
Moving on, Counselor.
Your Honor, we ask
that the record reflect
Officer Logan's weapon
is a .45-caliber pistol.
It does not match
the 9 millimeter slug
the defense has submitted
for evidence.
[Sighs]
[Spectators murmuring]
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He's lying, isn't he?
[Door opens]
Can we talk?[Door closes]
There's... There's something
you need to know.
You're scaring me.
What you've been doing is
a wonderful thing, Miss Norma.
You... God knows where
you found the strength
to campaign
and raise money and...
It's my son.
It's only money.
Yeah, but that's...
That's the thing.
What?
The money.
It's dirty.
No.
No.
We got the money from friends
and the community
and Joshua's been... Joshua.
Joshua what?
He's not working.
What do you mean
Joshua's not working?
[♪♪]
He's selling.
That's where the money's
coming from.
[♪♪]
Where is he?
[♪♪]
Dante: Come on, boy.
[♪♪]
Open that shit up.
[♪♪]
Come on, boy.
[♪♪]
[Keypad beeping]
[Lock clicks]
[♪♪]
The boys didn't hear nothing
last night then, huh?
[♪♪]
I see you learned
that lesson well.
If you gonna steal,
steal it all.
[♪♪]
[Grunts]
[Grunts]
[Gunfire]
[♪♪]
When was you gonna tell me
about this?
[♪♪]
Yo, how long you known
about this, man?
Yo, get up out of here,
bro.
Get up out of here,
bro!
Ooh.
Huh?
About what?
About my baby brother
who I've been a father to
for years
while you been away.
Do you hear me?
Who I've been a father to.
I did your job
'cause you weren't there,
and now you do this?
What is wrong with you,
man?
He wanted in.
He's smart.
He's bringing in paper
and earning his keep.
Yeah, I respect that.
You respect that?
What is wrong with you?
What kind of man are you?
Hmm?
The kind of man who knows
what's best for his boys.
Yeah. Okay.
Alright?
Alright?
Alright.
Joshua ain't a track
star like you. [Chuckles]
He's taking care of his mother
and himself
more than you can
or ever will be.
Whatever.
Be somebody's daddy for once
in your life, bro.
That's what
you need to do.
[♪♪]
Why am I even here?
I'm gonna go out there
and pull him off
of whatever corner
he's on. No, no, no. Come here.
No, no, no.
You let me do that.
Alright?
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
[Sighs]
How'd they know
about the gun?
How would they know
about a thing like that?
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[Cellphone beeps]
[Line ringing]
[♪♪]
- Brannigan: Yeah?
- Yeah, Brannigan?
Yeah, Joshua.
Yeah, I need help finding him.
[♪♪]
Pop the glove box.
[♪♪]
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Hand it to me.
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I know you took money,
too.
I know.
I... And I shouldn't have.
[♪♪]
I-I needed it.
[♪♪]
So, what you think
happens now?
[♪♪]
I don't know.
Sure you do.
[♪♪]
Betrayed the trust
I put in you.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Dante, wait, man.
Dante: Shh.
Come on, man.
You ain't got to do this, man.
[♪♪]
Dante.
[♪♪]
Huh.
I... Hey, man, you... you ain't got to...
You ain't got to
do this.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
[Breathing shakily]
I owe your old man...
From way back.
[♪♪]
Not killing you now,
that's my debt to Speak.
[♪♪]
You do this again...
Ah.
Alright.
[♪♪]
[Gun clicks][Breathing rapidly]
[♪♪]
You mine now.
[♪♪]
And this yours now.
[♪♪]
We gonna get TJ.
In the meantime,
you best stay strapped.
[♪♪]
I need to see if you about
this life for real.
[♪♪]
Watch your back,
lil' man.
[♪♪]
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Michael: I don't care
who we take down.
These people are
all the same to me.
But they have got to be
paying for that pass...
The Faction.
Brannigan:
Paying who?
It's just where
the heat is now.
[♪♪]
He got a name,
your man in The Nation?
Yeah.
Tutu.
[♪♪]
You got a reception problem
in here.
I keep...
Keep leaving messages.
Alex:
The reception's fine.
Let me get
another one.
[♪♪]
My experience?
This a good time to start
thinking about
who you trust
to give you a ride home.
You keep drinking,
I'll have to take your keys.
Can you really trust
anybody these days?
That's a hell
of a question.
Focuses the mind.
What does?
Dying.[Door opens]
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[Clears throat]
I step out the courtroom,
you're gone?
No heads up,
no debrief.
They switched the gun,
Nicole.
They switched the damn gun.
How?
Franklin.
Somebody warned them.
I told Norma about the bullet,
and one other person.
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Officer Logan's annual
firearms qualification,
from six months ago.
His service weapon is listed
as a nine millimeter Glock.
He said he had the .45
for six years.
Yeah, he lied,
and this proves it.
I'm not the leak,
and I'm not the one
keeping secrets, Franklin.
Five bathroom breaks
in one day.
My dad passed
two kidney stones.
I know what that looks like.
It's not this.
Does Moses know?
Or are you lying
to him, too?
[♪♪]
Dylan Thomas.
"Do not go gentle
into that good night.
Rage, rage against
the dying of the light."
Rage.
[♪♪]
Rage.
[♪♪]
Rage.
[Cellphone vibrates, beeps]Yeah?
Brannigan:
We got eyes on Joshua.
[Engine starts]
[♪♪]
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[Horn honks][Whistles] Hey!
Joshua!
[♪♪]
Your mama knows
everything.
[Sighs, grunts]
It's cool. Hey.
But you need to call her now
and let her know
you're safe
then we'll figure
how to handle this.
Get in.
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Jessica:
It took him two weeks
deciding what to get you
for your birthday.
He wouldn't stop
talking about it.
Should it be black
or silver?
Does a nine millimeter Glock
look better in black or silver?
Jessica... When the Deputy came into
court today with that gun,
I saw your face, and I
watched you decide to lie.
What did you expect me to do?!
Tell the truth?!
'Cause you know
what that'll mean?
That means Michael's killer
goes free.
Is that what you want?
[Sighs]
You want the truth?
Well,
here's the truth.
I love you.
[Sighs]
I love you. Oh, my... [Chuckles]
Oh, Jesus.
[Crying]
[Sighs]
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[Squeak, clank]
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[Door closes, engine starts]
[Vehicle departs]
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Brannigan: He got a name,
- your man in The Nation?
- Michael: Yeah.
What are you doing?
What... What is this?
It's Tutu.
Who?
Rufus.
[♪♪]
Okay.
What about him?
He was a problem.
For who?
For Brannigan.
It was not
a good shoot.
It was an execution.
It changes everything.
[♪♪]
You can't use this,
Franklin.
[♪♪]
If you use this,
Janet Porter dies.
[♪♪]
Franklin, look,
if you use this,
I can't live with you.
[♪♪]
It's Moses or me.
That's your choice.
[♪♪]
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On the next episode
of "61st Street"...
Tell Dante Martha Roberts
needs a face-to-face.
Y'all cowards!
Y'all cowards!
Moses: The judge say the defense
you're running is reckless.
We need to get this
under control.
There is something foul
about your lieutenant.
Michael Rossi was prepared
to follow his conscience.
Are you?
You had the guns
switched?
Judge:
Deputy, remove the jury.
I'm calling you out.
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