Chicago P.D. (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 16 - The Cases That Need to Be Solved - full transcript

- The world doesn't work
like that.

- Why not?

- 'Cause you can't
have something

just because you want it.

- But Henry's parents
got it for him.

- This is our house, our family.
We do what's best for us.

I'm not paying for a video game
bus to be parked out front

for three hours.

[zipper rasps]
- Okay.

- "Okay" you give up,

or "okay" you understand
what I'm saying?



- "Okay," I give up.

[phone buzzing]

- What's going on?

- It's--it's horrible.

- Tender-age black male.

Executed.

One shot to the head,
other to the chest.

Third was in his back.

.9 millimeter.

- There's no signs
of a struggle,

and no signs
that he was restrained.

- Maybe he knew
the assailant,

and they led him back here.

- Did you see who took the kid
down the side street?



- No.

- How about we talk
later on, in private?

- No.

You seen how they blew
that little kid away.

What you think they
gonna do to me?

- I saw this white SUV
drive around the playground.

Slow.

Kind of big.

It had a roof rack on it.

And then I glance over
and see four guys get out.

That's all I saw.

- Only white people who roll
through here are buying drugs.

And they don't
get out the car.

- Okay.

Did you recognize
any of them?

- No.

- What about a license plate
number?

- No. I told you what I saw.

- Okay.

- I can't believe this.

- Let me through.
Let me through!

- You can't cross.
- Let me go.

- I'm sorry.
- Let me through!

- Guys, this is Lauren Brooks.
I think she's the mom.

- Ma'am, I have to warn you--
- Just show me.

- Ma'am...
- Go ahead.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

[sobbing]
Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

- I'm sorry.
I can't let you touch him.

- [wailing]

- Hey!

Is that him?
- Sorry, sir, you can't cross.

- Is that Noah?

Hey, I'm Brian Johnson.
I'm Noah's dad.

Is that Noah?
- Let him through.

[breathing heavily]

- You did this!

You did this!
You brought this on him!

- Noah.

Noah, get up.
- I understand, man.

- Oh!

You understand?
Man, move!

- Come on, bro. Bro.
I'm Officer Atwater.

- Oh!
- All right?

What's your name,
little man?

- That's my brother, Miles, man.
Watch out.

- Soon as the time is right,

we gonna figure out
who did this.

We just gonna have to ask
both of y'all

maybe a couple questions,

so we can figure out
who did this, man.

- Oh, no.
- All right?

Come on, man.
We got this, man.

Come on, brother.
We got this.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Yeah, you're right.

- Hey, hey, hey.
We got this.

Don't make things worse,
all right?

- Worse? Huh?

How are things supposed
to get worse right now?

- You know what I mean.
- My boy is dead!

- Please.
- My boy is--my boy is...

[gasps]

- I'm so sorry.

- My first partner,
25 years ago,

told me something
I've always remembered

and it'll always be true...

We solve the cases
that need to be solved.

This case needs to be solved.

- Come on, we got to get you
out of here.

- [sobbing]

- The victim:
Noah Johnson.

His father, Brian Johnson.
According to gang database,

He does have priors; possession,
attempt to distribute, and UUW.

- Any other rival gangs
the Westside Posse

are currently
beefing with?

- Oh, we're looking into it.

Just waiting for more intel
from CPIC.

- Might've been
a retaliation hit.

- On a 6-year-old kid?

Is that what we're
talking about?

- We're entertaining
every possible scenario, Adam.

- Everybody is.
Look into all family members

all relatives,
everybody.

Start turning the screws
on every known gang member

in the immediate zone.

Lock them up for jaywalking
if you have to.

Start flipping these guys
one at a time.

Someone is gonna talk,

especially if they're looking
at time.

- Commander.
- Ma'am. Reverend.

that this case is the highest
priority right now

Sergeant.

- You know Reverend Pembelton?

- Yes, I do.

It's been awhile.

- You were assigned to
the gang unit for ten years.

- Fifteen.

- That's why I want you
to lead this investigation.

There's been some hard feelings
between the current gang unit

- Sometimes hard feelings
are unavoidable, Commander.

- It's unacceptable,
what happened today.

As a city, as a society,
it cannot be tolerated.

- We're in agreement.

- I will use every resource,
every fiber in my being,

to find out who did this,
and when I do,

I want to know
the best course of action.

Whoever did this is a lot safer
with us than they are out there.

- Are they?

- You know, I'd rather not
make this a referendum

on the entire
Chicago Police Department.

- To borrow from
the popular vernacular,

I need to know that black lives
matter to you, Sergeant Voight.

- Black lives
do matter to me.

Who do you think I've been
trying to protect

the last 25 years?

I'm not the enemy here.

- Do I have your word
that if I facilitate

the surrender of the person
or persons involved,

they will be
treated humanely?

- You have my word.

- First bullet went in
right above his left eye socket.

Second bullet
right above his heart.

Third bullet in his back.

He may have been trying
to crawl away.

- Any signs of abuse?

- No. Neither recent
nor preexisting.

I usually don't ask this,
but have you made any arrest?

- Not yet.

- How long has the boy's mom
been outside?

- An hour.
She won't leave.

- At the place
where we found your son,

you told your boy's father
that he did this.

What'd you mean
by that?

- [sighs]

Brian's been mixed up
in a gang his whole life.

And they've been going at it
recently with another gang.

The G Park Lords.

Threats were made
back and forth.

That's what I heard, anyway.

Me and Brian
don't live together.

- Any names mentioned?

- Not to me.

I told Brian,
when we had Noah,

he had to get out,

'cause--'cause he's
a dad now.

And...

And he did for awhile, but...

[sighs]

- Is there someplace
we can drive you?

- I just want
to be near my son.

I want to be near my son.

[siren whoops]

- What's going on?

Move along.

[indistinct shouting]

- Hey!
What the hell's going on here?

Hey, step back!
Get back right now.

- Hey, you don't want to be
saying stuff like that, Brian.

- He lost his son.
I feel for him.

But he can't go around
throwing punches.

- You know what you said!

- Get back!
- Come on!

- Step back.
Get out that door right now.

Walk out that door
right now.

- I'm gonna see you!

trying to take my mind
off things for one damn second,

and this clown
comes up and says

if it was his kid
that was murdered,

he'd be out there trying to look
for the killer

So you know it was time for him
to get his ass kicked.

- Okay.

So this guy you fought,
Sam Fowley, y'all got history?

- No. But I better not
see his ass again.

- Slow down.

I just want to ask you...

what was your son like?

Noah?

What kind of kid was Noah?

- Um...

He was, um...

He was like--he was my--

He was my little buddy,
you know?

On the days
when I had him...

it was just, um...

It was just me and him,
you know? And...

[sighs]
Man.

Oh...
Sh--

This was my--my--

my little boy.

Oh!

- Is there anybody you know
who would do this, Brian?

- He was 6.

No.

- No enemies?
No beef?

I mean, think about it.
- No, man. No.

- Did your son have anything
of value that he liked to wear?

- No.

- Did he have a cell phone?

- The G Park Lords.

- What about them?

- We understand
that your gang was--

- I'm not in no gang.

I used to be.

I dropped my flags
the day Noah was born.

So whatever database
y'all got me on,

y'all need to update it.

- Okay.

What about the gang
you used to be in?

That gang,

are they or are they not at war
with the G Park Lords?

- Yeah. I guess.

- And is there anybody
in that gang

that might have it out for you,
even if it's an old beef?

- Not that I know of.

- Then who would do this,
Brian?

Who would look a 6-year-old
in the eye at close range

and put three bullets in him?

- Look, man, I'm telling you,
I have no idea!

I swear to God!

All that gang nonsense,
yeah, I know guys in them,

but I been out, man.

I mean, something like this?
I...

[sighs]

I don't have no beef
with nobody, man.

I swear--I swear to God,
I don't.

- All right, thanks.

So the bar that Brian
was busted at

is a known hangout
for the Westside Posse.

Nobody goes in there
without being affiliated.

- One of my C.I.'s
just told me

that they're planning some
sort of payback against G Park.

Like, big-time.

- Most people I've stood over

put themselves
in that situation.

This kid never had
a choice.

- Drive-by shooting.
G Park Lords territory.

- Let's go.

- Drive-by.
Black four-door sedan.

Target was Jesse Kemp,
18 years old.

Got shot in the leg,
twice in the arm,

but he'll make it.

It's a miracle no one
walking by got shot.

Shooter dropped 20 rounds
at least.

- Is this your beat?
- Yeah.

- Is Kemp hooked up
with the G Park Lords?

- Very much so.
- Where's Kemp now?

- Over there
with the paramedics.

I got my partner over there
babysitting him.

- You got any more information
on the offenders' vehicle?

- Not yet.
Typical OEMC call.

Heard shots, found body.

- Any witnesses?
- Sure.

Willing to come forward?
No.

- Whoa, whoa. Detective Dawson.
Intelligence.

- You can have it down at Med.
We're about to roll out.

- You can wait a minute.

Who shot you, Jesse?

- I need medical treatment now.

- You tell me who shot you,
you're on your way.

- I didn't get a good look.

- Why'd they come after you?

- No idea.

- Maybe it's because
you were involved

in the murder
of Noah Johnson.

That'd be my guess.
- Wrong guy.

- You got to get out the ambo,
Detective.

- Wrong guy.

- If you were involved
in killing that boy,

you're gonna get got
eventually.

They ain't gonna miss twice.

But we can help you.
Keep you alive.

- I ain't scared.

You think I ain't never
been shot before?

- Detective!

- He's all yours.

- Excuse me, Sergeant.

Jesse Kemp lives
with his mom.

Her house is two blocks
from here.

- Hit it.

[knock on door]

- We're Detectives
Lindsay and Halstead.

Does Jesse Kemp live here?

- Auntie, the cops are here.

Yeah. Come in.
I'm his cousin, Chelsea.

Is he okay?

- Hey, is Jesse okay?

- He's gonna be okay.
He's on his way to Chicago Med.

- Oh, thank God. Thank God.

- Ma'am, we think Jesse
may have been targeted.

- For what?

- A 6-year-old boy
was found dead this morning.

- I heard. It's beyond...

- I'm sorry to ask this,

but do you know
if he was involved at all?

- Absolutely not.

And for a minute I thought that
you were here for my family

to help us through this.

- Okay, four men were seen
in a white SUV

approach the boy
right before he was found dead

near a playground.

Now, maybe he drove,
or maybe he was the lookout.

- How dare you come
into my house

and accuse my son of this.

- Ma'am, I know
that it seems harsh,

but we're actually here because
we're trying to do you a favor.

- Whichever of the four guys
involved comes forward first,

it's his story
that gets etched in stone.

He's the one
that gets the best deal.

- You want to do me a favor,
sweetheart?

Leave.

- I'm telling you,
if you're looking out for Jesse

and he was involved,
help him out.

- Out of my house now.

- What's up?

- Miles, right?

- Yeah.

- Do you know
if Brian's home?

- I think so.

You get who killed
Noah yet?

- No. We need to find out
who they are

before we can get them.

- Right.

- Do you know who killed
your nephew, Miles?

- He doesn't know anything.
Get in the house.

What's up?

- Jesse Kemp was shot
earlier today.

You know him?

- No.

But I been home all day.

I got friends
that can vouch for that.

- We think you know
who's involved, though.

Give us a name, dog.

It ain't gonna
get back to you.

Trust me.

- Look, you know I can't snitch
on nobody.

It's gonna get handled
the way it's gonna get handled.

- Jesse Kemp just had his lawyer
visit him at Chicago Med.

That was Vikan
from the gang unit.

He said Brian is affiliated
with the gang,

but he's not
a trigger man.

He does just enough
to not have fellow gang members

He can't imagine any scenario
in which the G Park Lords

would put a hit on Brian,
let alone on his 6-year-old son.

- Good news.

- We could use some.

- I was able to contact
Maurice Owens. Know of him?

- I do.

- He's willing to meet
you and me

and help arrange a truce
on the streets.

My hope is, he might
even point us

in the direction
of the killers.

He's at Stateville
Penitentiary.

- Yeah, I know.
I put him there.

- We'll need to leave
right now.

- Look, that's a wasted trip,
Reverend. I'm sorry.

- He's the leader
of the G Park Lords.

- Was.

Reverend, the gangs now,
they're splinter units.

They don't kick it
upstairs anymore.

Maurice has no pull. None.

If he was out
on the streets tomorrow

telling people what to do,
he'd be laughed at or shot.

The city has changed.

Maurice doesn't want
to believe it,

you may not want to believe it,

but that's the reality.

- What can I do?

- Just keep doing what you've
been doing the last 25 years.

Reverend, you've kept at least
10 crimes off my desk every day

doing what you do,

so please just
keep doing it.

- And if you can,

get the word out.

Any retaliation is gonna
increase the tragedy

of what happened.

- I know that sermon.

- Appreciate you.

- Come on. I'll walk you out.

- All right, anything new
on that white SUV?

- No. And Jesse Kemp doesn't,

nor has he ever
owned or rented one

of any color.

- Hold up.

We've been checking
all contact cards,

traffic citations issued.

Arrests, right?
- Yeah.

- Last week,
a 22-year-old male

was pulled over by a beat car

on a stop-and-frisk
in G Park Lord territory.

He's from a different gang,
the Two-Threes,

which are way south.

- Hmm.

- His name's
Bryan Johnson.

Spelled B-R-Y-A-N.

Is there any chance G Park went
after the wrong Brian Johnson?

- So the new Bryan Johnson

does some shady stuff
against G Park,

G Park gets it mixed up and
goes after wrong Bryan Johnson?

- I don't know
what the hell happened, Kevin.

Gangs unit says this
Brian Johnson isn't a hitter.

This Bryan Johnson is,

day before Noah gets killed
in what's looking more and more

like a retaliation hit
by G Park.

- All right, same work-up we did
on the first Brian Johnson,

let's do it for this one.

Start building
a whole new timeline.

- Hey, the 34th District
just reported an SUV

torched off Cicero.

There's a cargo rack
attached to the roof.

- Let's go.

- It's torched down
to the rims.

- How was Diego's party?

- Still going.

- Mouse ran the plate you sent.

Car's registered
to a Lydia Bernstein

out of Springfield, Illinois.

- Original color
listed as white?

- Yeah.
- Bet they came back hot, right?

- Not reported.
So he's checking to see

if she's related
to any of our suspects.

- Bernstein?

Probably not related.

- Fair. Connected.

- All right, get Springfield PD
to pound on her door.

We need names of everyone
who had access to this vehicle.

- Got it.

- Dash is melted.
Column's got pulled out.

- Forensics isn't gonna be able
to pull a print off this thing.

- A GPS system?

- Yeah. It's still in there.

Can't pull the guts out
without my tools.

- All right, have it towed
back to the roll-up.

We know where this car's been,
our life gets a little easier.

- Lydia Bernstein's been
in Cancun for the past ten days.

Her car was parked
at the long-term lot at Midway.

She didn't even know
it was even missing.

- Ruzek, you on parking lot
surveillance?

If that's what you want
to call it, Boss.

- You can't get
a cleaner picture?

- No, this is the best I got.

So, based on this video,

we're either looking
for a human being or a yeti.

I don't know.

- Run it through
face recognition.

Maybe something will pop.

- Where are we at with this new
Bryan Johnson?

- Beat cops did a sneak-a-peek
at his residence.

Place was tossed.
The back door was open,

So it's looking like he took
everything near and dear to him

and left in a hurry.

- All right,
someone find me this yeti.

- 6 years old.

- Craziness, man.

- I was looking
at his school photo.

It made me think of Landigal.

When we breached the mud hut
with the boy.

- I don't want to talk
about that day, man.

- Yeah.

I just brought it up
because it reminded me of--

- I just told you I don't
want to talk about it.

- Okay.
- It's intact.

- No, I need...

Okay. Yeah, fine.

So our expert tech lab
doesn't even have

the actual cable they need
to extract

the vehicle's GPS
information.

- Wait.

Remember the D'Alio case?

When I was researching tech,

there was some forensic
software company

that can extract information
from navigational systems.

The whole process
should take minutes.

- Done. Let's do that.

- It's not gonna be cheap,
though.

It's a private contractor.

- All right, we'll pass
the hat around upstairs.

- Copy that.
I'll make a call.

- All right.

- Hey, Sarge, we got some
$600 information for you.

Want to whack it eight ways?
- No, I'll cover it.

What is it?

- All right.
- Okay.

- It looks like our vehicle
was parked

a block and a half away
from the playground at 7:52 a.m.

That's 15 minutes
right before Noah's murder.

Then we got three hits
of the SUV parked

at 4802 South Champlain
on three separate occasions

- Right, now that house belongs
to 65-year-old Sandy Lowe,

who lives there with her
18-year-old grandson,

Colin Lowe.

According to Gang Intelligence,
he's highly active

in the G Park Lords.
Self-admitted.

He's a senior at West Park Lake
High School with Jesse Kemp.

- That was worth
every penny.

Tell everyone to gear up.
We're rolling out.

[keys clanging]

- That's him.
Cover the house.

- Colin Lowe!
Chicago Police! Stop!

- [panting]

- Chicago PD! Stop!

[tires squeal]

- You're good, you're good.

- Clear.

- [panting]

- Kev.

- Anyone come through here?

- No.

I haven't seen anyone.

- [whispering]
Does he have a gun?

Back up.

Get on the ground now!

Put your knees
on the ground!

- Okay, man.
- Now!

- Okay!
- Down!

All right, crawl towards me.
Come on now.

- Okay--
- Crawl towards me!

- Man, you're pointing a gun
at me, man.

- Get down.

- Police brutality.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Damn!

- Offender in custody.

- Hey, look, man,
I ran 'cause I thought--

- We all know
why you ran, Colin.

- We? No, we don't
know nothing.

I don't know nothing
'bout nothing.

At all.

- Know him?

- Yeah. That's my partner.
Yeah.

- You're both
in the G Park Lords.

- Yeah, kind of.
Sometimes.

- Know him?

- No.

- Him?

- No.

No.

- Why was a stolen white SUV
parked at your place on and off

the last few days?

- I mean, look, man.
I'm handsome.

People put up on me
all the time.

I'm quite sure
y'all remember those days.

- Here's what we're thinking.

You, Jesse,
and two other males

stole that SUV to get payback
on Brian Johnson.

And for reasons beyond
a lot of people's comprehension,

including my own,

you decided to kill
Brian's son Noah.

Problem is,
you may have gone

after the wrong
Brian Johnson.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- That tightness you feel
in your chest?

That's panic.

From knowing that we know
95% of what went down.

The other 5%

is just the names of the other
two guys involved.

And believe me,
we are gonna find out--

- Man, y'all tripping, man--

- Don't interrupt me.

We are gonna find out
who they are.

And I'll tell you what, Colin.

- Because a 6-year-old...
- Get that out of my face, man.

- ...Was executed...

Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.

- [exhales]

- We're not gonna get tired
of investigating this

and shove it in some drawer.

Now, who else
is involved?

- Like I said,

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- You can do that.

You can keep clicking your
heels, hoping this goes away.

But we already got enough
to ring you and Jesse up

for the murder
of Noah Johnson.

- "We"?
What's up with this "we"?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- The hell you don't.

[door closes]

- I'm not approving charges.

Not until you guys
have something I can prosecute.

- What?

- All you have
is circumstantial evidence.

What I need
is an eyeball witness.

- Steve,
I can think of five cases

you brought to a grand jury

with this amount of evidence
or less.

- Not since Laquan McDonald
I haven't.

You bring me a case now,

I need to be able
to bounce a quarter off it.

- That little boy
was executed.

- Don't.
Don't hold that over me.

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

- You think I want the killers
out there, walking around?

I need a confession,
a statement,

a weapon or an eyewitness,
or no go.

- [sighs]

- I thought I saw the worst
of it with the Tyshawn Lee case,

and then this comes along.

Do you realize
that during Desert Storm

we lost 150 men and women
in action.

In Chicago 2015,

we were at 480.

You gonna tell me we don't have
a war on our streets?

- Nobody even wants our help.
Nobody's backing us.

- No.
- I got cell phone cameras

in my face every stop.

You make one wrong move,
you say one wrong thing,

they're coming at you
for punitive damages.

- True.
- Every day another copper's

headed down to
Corporation Counsel to get sued.

- Yeah, well, I can pull
the plug on this any day I want.

20 years vested, Roman.

You know those Kentucky Lake
commercials

you see on TV all the time?

A staked off a lot
with 100 feet of lakefront.

And they don't tax the hell
out of my pension.

- That's what I'm talking about.
- Yeah.

- You of all people.
- What?

- You are always telling me,
"Keep your head up.

Keep pushing forward.
This is the job you chose."

I mean, those are your words,
Sergeant. Your words.

- Hey. Can I help you?

- Yeah.

I'd like to speak
with a Detective Lindsay.

- Come with me.

Buzz me up.

What's your name?

- Chelsea.
- Chelsea. I'm Sean.

- I can't even tell you how much
I appreciate you coming in here.

- Jesse got pulled into this.

And you said the first person
to come in with their story,

they get helped.

- That's right.

- But I also came forward
because

I saw a photo of that boy
on the news.

And people can't do that.

- I know, they can't.

But the thing is,

it's actually up to people
like me and you

to make sure that it doesn't
happen again.

- I've been sick with the flu.

So I've been staying
at my aunt's house all week.

And...I heard everything.

- Okay.

What'd you hear?

- Friend of Jesse's, Colin Lowe,
he was at our house,

and another guy
they go to school with,

Jordan Lockett,

he comes in with his little
brother all worked up.

Jordan says his sister
had been raped a week earlier,

and he had just got a tip
that Brian Johnson done it.

It was all about the get-back
at that point.

Jordan said everything
was fair game.

- The morning of the murder,

Jordan Lockett
tells Jesse and Colin

they're going after
Brian Johnson's son.

Now according to Jesse's cousin,
these two tried to back out,

but Jordan is above them
in the gang and he made threats.

He also decided to bring
his 12-year-old brother Andre

along for the ride.

Jesse and Colin sat lookout.

Jordan and André
led Noah down the block.

- We got to get to Jordan
before Brian's gang does.

- All right, listen,
we stay low out there.

We don't want anyone
on the street to know

we're out in front of this.

And if you do get Jordan,
you keep your head on.

We all know what he did
to that kid.

We split up,
hit every known address.

- Brian's brother's bike.

Miles is in there.

- Come on, man. Please.
- No, come on!

You're killing him!
You ain't have to kill him!

- You ain't have to kill him!
- Please!

Oh, please.
I don't want to die, please.

- Come on, G.
Please don't do this, man.

- Shut up, man.

- Oh, man, please--
- Shut up!

- You killed him.
I'm gonna kill you.

- Shut up, man! You killed him!
- It wasn't me.

- You killed him!
- Put the gun down, Miles.

Put the gun down.

- He killed my nephew.

- We know.

That's exactly why we're here.
Put the gun down, Miles.

- We'll take care of this,
Miles. Put the gun down.

Miles.

- Listen to them.
- Shut up!

- Come on, bro.

This ain't what your brother
would want, Miles.

You know that.

He doesn't even know
you're here, does he?

- This is how it needs
to be handled.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- That's wrong.

You're wrong, Miles.

- Miles...
- Okay?

- Miles, look at me.

Look at me.

Look.

Think of your nephew.

What would he want for you?

Huh?

Locked up in prison
the rest of your life?

I mean, what would he say
if he was here right now?

Huh?

- I don't know.

- Miles, look at me.
You don't want this.

You're better than this.

Don't screw it up now.

Okay?

Real easy.

We'll get through this, okay?

Just take it easy.

Just take it easy.

Don't make things worse.

Please.

That's it.

That's it.

- Get up.
- Get him to the car.

- Come on. Come on.

- [sighs]

Go on. Get out of here.

Go on. Beat it.

No, wait a second.
Wait a second. Hang on.

Go out the back way.

- Is it true we got
the wrong dude?

People were saying that. I ain't
know if it was true or not.

- Who cares if it was
the wrong guy?

You shot a 6-year-old
in the face.

- Your sister ever been raped?

- [scoffs]

That's what you're
leaning on?

- I'd like to see what you do
if that happened.

- You're right.

I'd probably
do something crazy.

But I wouldn't lead a 6-year-old
boy down a side street

and shoot him three times.

No.

- Let me tell you something.

You don't know what you'd do
until it happened.

- No. No, no, no.

I'm telling you

without any doubt
in my mind.

I wouldn't kill
a 6-year-old.

That doesn't happen!

People don't do that!

- Antonio.

- How could you do that?

- Come on. It's all right.
- Huh?

No, it's not all right.
- It's all right.

Yeah, I know.

- It's not all right!
He needs to know!

- I know.

- Come on, brother.
Let's take a walk.

- He's cool. He's cool.

[door closes]

- [laughs]

He got it all wrong, man.

- How so?

- My little brother Andre
pulled the trigger, not me.

- Your 12-year-old brother.

- That's right.

He'll tell you himself.

- Because he's 12

and won't get charged
as an adult.

- 50% that.

50% because
he needed to learn.

- I know it doesn't make it
any easier...

But at least you know
it had nothing to do with you.

- Yeah.

You heard?

- Yeah.

I was just coming by
to see if you did.

- [sighs]

- Listen, I'm sorry I didn't
get the video game bus

for your birthday.

- It's all right.

- No, I was trying to make
a point, I guess.

- What point?

- I don't even remember.

Whatever it was,
it doesn't matter.

- I had a fun time anyways.

- There's something
happening tonight

that I want to take you to,

but first I need to explain
what's going on.

- Okay.

- Okay.