(music playing on truck radio)
(indistinct arguing)
(gunfire)
(truck brakes squeal)
Get, get back in the truck!
Get back in the truck!
Hey, dispatch?
(dogs barking) We have an emergency situation...
WOMAN: You hear that?
DISPATCHER: Copy that. Stand by.
Somebody got shot.
Officer Beck to headquarters. I...
Headquarters, shots fired, shots fired.
I need some units.
Shots fired, I need some units.
Shots fired.
DISPATCHER 2: All units,
all units respond
to Graham and Spring.
(sirens wailing)
MAN: Damn!
(onlookers clamoring)
Back, back!
(officers shouting)
Got him covered? I got him covered.
(overlapping chatter)
OFFICER: Move it, move back.
Stay back.
Get out of the way.
Move it.
Stay behind the line.
(overlapping chatter)
OFFICER: Stay behind the tape.
Back up.
Get back. I said back up.
Payback's a bitch.
(crowd clamoring)
(clicking)
♪ If our stars don't shine in the darkness ♪
♪ Where do we go from here? ♪
♪ Do we hold on to the dream regardless? ♪
♪ Where do we go from here? ♪
ANNOUNCER: Bottom of the ninth inning, two outs.
Tying run on second base.
Yale's down 1-nothing.
Terry has a walk and a double,
but is now looking at an 0-2 count.
He steps to the plate.
Wow, what is Terry doing?
That is some serious trash-talking.
Crowd doesn't like it. Not sure I do, either.
Here's the pitch.
Folks, that is high, that is deep,
that is out of here!
Home run! (cheers and applause)
What do you see, Ruiz? An arrogant ass.
Is that accurate?
Not entirely, sir.
So why go Babe Ruth?
Well, because once you tell someone how bad
you're about to screw them, you have to come through.
There's been a police shooting of an unarmed man today.
Gate Station, North Carolina.
Governor called me personally.
She wants the DOJ to handle the investigation.
She doesn't want another Ferguson.
It's a black cop and a white kid.
Ruiz is going to run it,
but she wants a black prosecutor
out front; optics.
This climate, only a black man can indict this black cop
without inciting tensions.
If he's guilty.
I've been through a stack of résumés,
and you guys all look the same.
First in your class at an Ivy.
Law review. All closers.
What I need is a cleaner.
I need that guy
who points to the fence with two strikes on him.
He's barely a year out of law school.
That's just math, sir.
My recent work on the Wynn case proved it.
I took over arguments and got three indictments.
The team got three indictments.
Yes, the team.
What about those optics?
All I care about is the truth.
And my truth has no color.
That's a lovely naiveté.
Thank you.
That wasn't praise.
Our own Attorney General said that the biggest challenge
for all of us in this office is not only to represent
and enforce the law, but to use it to make real
the promise of America, the promise of fairness
and equality.
Is she naive, sir?
Because if so, I'm happy to wear that badge with her.
WOMAN: Uh-oh, what you got?
Eh, eh, eh.
Seven, eight,
bam!
Oh, lucky!
Hey, what's that on your face?
What's that on your face?
(both laughing)
(both playfully grunting)
(both laughing)
Listen, Boogs,
Mommy has to go out of town for work.
For how long this time?
I don't know, but, uh, we're going to Face Chat
every morning and every night, okay?
Even though that face will probably break
my computer.
Well, I get my looks from you.
Oh! Hey, Kai.
It's time for bed.
What?
No.
Hey, Paula, we're good.
We're just gonna play one more game.
Her bedtime is 8:30.
We can make an exception tonight.
Look, you're not the one who has to drag her
out of bed in the morning
and get her to school on time.
I'm not even sleepy, yet.
Kai, start your night routine, now!
It's okay, Boogs... Mommy loves you.
Mmm, I love you, I love you.
Good night.
(screams)
Raise your voice in front of my kid again
and I'll give you a hysterectomy with my fist.
Hey, hey, hey, what's happening?
(shouting in Spanish)
Get off me!
What the hell, Ashe?
She's a child, Javi, trying to play house.
Kai has a mother... Remind her of that.
By throwing a vase at her head?
I threw it by her head.
(scoffs)
You need to see somebody. I am.
I'm serious. I will.
I can't have this craziness.
You used to like crazy.
Yeah, but then we had a kid.
So you go get yourself wifey material.
With the apron and dinner waiting for you
when you get home.
We both know you're bored as hell.
Does she know what you're really like?
How you like it?
Does she know
when you're with her, I'm inside your head?
(door opens)
I got to go check on my daughter.
Tell her... tell her I'm gonna call her tomorrow.
Second in touchdowns.
Mace, what-what's up with that?
Are you starting to get a little tired inside the 20?
So you're their boy.
Excuse me?
I'm Ashe Akino... Your investigator.
Preston Terry, your boss.
Interim, right?
Ruiz is just tying up some loose ends on another case?
Yeah, he'll be done in about a week.
I know Ruiz, but what's your steelo?
How aggressive I go is up to you.
Do your job the right way... By the book.
Job the right way... you got it.
Boss.
WOMAN (over P.A.): Welcome to North Carolina.
For those of you boarding flights to Chicago...
(continues indistinctly)
Preston Terry?
Yes? Hi.
I'm Sarah Ellis, aide to Governor Eamons.
Welcome to North Carolina.
Thank you. Welcome.
Ashe Akino. My investigator.
Well, I'm sure you're eager to hit the ground running.
The governor's just hoping to have a quick word with you.
Of course.
WOMAN: I wish you were here
under better circumstances, but I do hope
you'll get a feel for our Southern hospitality.
Born and raised in Virginia, ma'am.
EAMONS: A Southern gentleman.
Though you all call yourselves Mid-Atlantic state now.
No, that's just the Northern Virginians.
(laughs) Well, I want you to know I am
fully behind this investigation, and I have assurances
from the department you'll have their full cooperation.
Well, we appreciate that, ma'am.
I'm not a fan of surprises, so I'd appreciate
being kept up to speed.
That said, she's a busy woman, so just reach out to me.
I'll be at your hotel
for the next few days to make sure you guys get a good start.
I want to make sure to stay in front of this.
We don't need any crazy rednecks
looting the local Cracker Barrel.
Yes, ma'am.
(door buzzes)
(grunting) Move it.
(indistinct chatter)
OFFICER: I said be quiet.
(officers snickering)
Can I help you?
Preston Terry, attorney with DOJ Civil Rights.
I should have known from the suit.
We're strictly buy one, get two free down here.
This is Ashe Akino, my investigator.
Hi.
How long you been on the job?
Two years patrol, got tapped by DEA,
worked Colombia and Mexico for six years.
And you gave all that up for the cushy life?
I like being my own boss.
So where y'all want to start? Whatever you need.
A conversation with Deputy Beck,
and then the crime scene.
Not a crime scene until the crime has been determined.
Absolutely right.
Right.
Beck's in Interview Two.
All right, guys, roll call.
I'm not talking without my union rep.
PRESTON: Look, I've read your report.
I just want to hear it from you.
It's just a conversation.
I've been where you're at.
My second day on the streets, I'm out with my T.O.
White dude.
Routine traffic stop.
Only the kid in the passenger seat takes off running.
So I give chase.
Catch him pretty quick, but he starts fighting me.
My T.O. just stands there watching,
wants to see if a girl can handle herself.
I get the upper hand, when suddenly the kid
is reaching for something behind him.
My T.O. is frozen.
He yells, "Gun!"
I draw and I shoot this kid in the chest.
Only there's no gun, just a cell phone.
18 years old.
But I told the truth.
At least I have that.
And you were cleared?
Ruled justifiable.
I reasonably feared for my life.
It was a clean shoot.
Tell me about it.
I'm on patrol.
White guy in
a nice vehicle.
That neighborhood
usually means drugs, so I hit my lights,
pull him over.
I approach the vehicle, ask him a few questions, but...
the guy was belligerent.
Refuses to answer anything.
So I ask him to step out of the vehicle.
He refuses.
So I put my hand on my weapon and I ask him again.
He finally complies, but as he steps out,
he reaches for my gun, actually gets a hand on it.
In that moment, it was either him or me.
And I shot him.
Four times.
Yes, he continued to struggle.
Was there anything substantiating
your initial suspicions?
Lieutenant Breeland found marijuana, two 20s,
in his search of the vehicle.
And was this search done before or after the shooting?
After.
(sighs)
Now, you said white guy in that neighborhood means drugs.
Yes, sir. Was there a legitimate cause
for the initial stop, or was it all just based on profiling?
I'm gonna wait for my union rep now.
He's ready to give me his life story, and you shut him down.
I don't do anything without a reason.
Really?
'Cause it felt like a rookie mistake.
From now on,
I'll handle the interviews.
Look, I understand you like being your own boss,
but that's not the case here.
Like you said, you follow my lead.
Wow, only took you two hours to start
swinging your junk.
Most guys at least wait a day.
I don't believe in wasting time.
Neither do I.
You're a smart brother... You've seen my file.
So ask yourself, if I tell
Ruiz you don't know what the hell you're doing,
who goes, who stays?
♪ Yep ♪
♪ Nope ♪
♪ Yep ♪
♪ Nope ♪
♪ Yep ♪
♪ Nope ♪
♪ Ever told on a ...? ♪
♪ Ever squeezed a trigger? ♪ ♪ Yep ♪
♪ Ever set a... up? ♪ ♪ Nope ♪
♪ Ever helped a brother out when he was down on his luck? ♪
♪ Yep ♪
♪ You a sap? ♪ ♪ Nope ♪
♪ You a boss player you a mack ♪ ♪ Yep ♪
♪ Let me hold couple dollars ♪ ♪ Nope ♪
♪ Y'all still be poppin' y'all collars? ♪
♪ Yep. ♪
No surveillance cameras,
but someone saw something.
What's good, sis?
I'm Ashe,
from the Department of Justice.
We're here investigating a shooting.
You see anything? Nope.
Know anybody who did? Yeah.
The cop that shot him.
You looking for video? You got any?
Yeah, I got the new Star Wars... Not even out yet.
(neighbors laugh)
Look, we're not police... We're investigating police.
WOMAN: You smell like police.
PRESTON: That your squad?
That against the law?
That's my big brother.
Whatever, man.
I'm serious... real talk, man, look.
Mace a beast!
He's your fam for real? Mm-hmm.
How come you're not in the league?
Decided to change the world instead.
Damn, you messed up.
So what's this dude Beck like?
He's all right.
Not like the boys who roll through here
cracking heads for nothing.
He's a sellout.
You don't think the neighborhood
could use black cops?
Yeah, but he ain't hood no more.
So y'all ain't seen nothing, or...
hear nothing?
No one's got answers for you,
'cause you keep asking the wrong question.
So what's the right question?
MAN: Aw, man.
Look, talk to us... We can protect you.
(laughs)
ASHE: They trying to intimidate
them or us?
WOMAN: The police have been here two times now,
asking these same questions.
Meanwhile, this man is still walking around free.
I understand how you feel.
No, you don't.
My son is dead.
People seem put off by my anger.
They're expecting something else.
Do you know why your son was in that neighborhood?
Driving in that neighborhood is not a crime.
What about drugs?
My son didn't do drugs.
Did they tell you they found marijuana in his car?
(scoffs) I don't care.
The officer said he went for his gun.
Jesse would never do that!
How do you know?
Because I know my son.
Y'all can try to paint him as a criminal all you want,
but that is not who he was.
He was a great kid.
And he would hate this shirt.
But the funeral home said he had to be in a suit,
and all he has are T-shirts with comics on them.
So I spent the entire morning shopping for this dress shirt
I know he'd never wear.
We're very sorry for your loss, ma'am.
I didn't lose him.
He was murdered.
BECK: I'm a good cop.
Yes, but perception is reality.
You got to change perception.
Come to my church.
Make a statement in God's house.
I'll stand with you.
I'm not making any statements.
Josh, maybe it would be... No.
Brother, the media's a powerful thing.
They can make the guilty innocent, innocent guilty.
And an unknown pastor a star.
All right, then.
Thank you for your hospitality.
(door opens)
(door closes)
EAMONS: A tragedy has come
to Gate Station, the town I grew up in.
A young college student
has been killed.
And when there are questions, I want answers.
I have personally reached out to the Department of Justice
and asked for an outside prosecutor
to ensure an impartial investigation
into this matter.
And Sheriff Platt agrees.
He, too, wants to make sure that trust remains
between law enforcement and the community.
What trust?
Yes, ma'am.
I would like to introduce Preston Terry,
who will answer any questions.
Mr. Terry, thank you. Thank you, Governor.
Is there any video of the shooting,
or any witnesses?
Uh, no video has surfaced as of yet,
and no witnesses have come forward.
But it's still early in the investigation.
REPORTER: Can you confirm that the name
of the officer is Joshua Beck?
We're not releasing his name at this time.
But he is black?
I'm not at liberty to say.
We've all seen the cell phone footage.
The officer is black, the victim is white.
What I don't understand is why you're here.
All the murdering of unarmed black men
by police across this country, and this
is the one that the government is investigating?
Oh, so only black lives matter?
I'm sorry, when is the last time you were pulled over
by the police and didn't know if you were going
to make it out alive?
Listen, as a prosecutor,
it is my job to ignore all personal biases
and to focus on the truth.
And I must admit, that can be hard.
That can be tough.
See, when I watch recent video of, of Laquan McDonald,
of Tamir Rice, of Walter Scott, shot in the back,
murdered while running away from a child support payment,
I am sickened.
Sickened by the utter lack of humanity
displayed by those officers and angered
at the arrogance of their lies.
See, now, they knew that there would be an assumption
of innocence not because of blue, but because of white.
And now an anomaly has occurred.
A black police officer has shot and killed an unarmed white man,
and they have sent in the cavalry.
Now, is the cavalry here
to bring justice to the unarmed white man,
or to exonerate an innocent black police officer?
I won't know until I've garnered
(on TV): all the facts of the case.
But I am here because every citizen
deserves a system that is fair and transparent.
I am here because we are creating a generation
of Americans who are becoming quickly
disillusioned with the postracial America
we like to tout. In fact, I'm not even
a day into this case, and already
we see it's about race.
But I am not disillusioned.
I am working this case as a prosecutor
trying to determine
what happened that day between two men.
And I believe that my success
will serve as an example to us all of why we have
got to start putting each other's humanity first.
None of us will like the America we end up with
if we don't start working very hard at this.
And that work begins today.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
(reporters shouting, "Governor!")
You just made the rest of my day hell.
How's that?
She worked all morning on that speech,
and now no one will remember a single word of it.
You owe me for that.
Pastor Janae James.
Those were some powerful words.
I really hope you're here to listen, too.
Absolutely.
That's a whole lot harder to do.
Why do I feel a sermon coming on?
(chuckles)
I'll save that for Sunday.
Chosen House, 10:00 a.m.
(ringing)
Today, during a speech
on the steps of Gate Station City Hall...
I'll have what he's having.
It's just orange juice.
So you, you just assume I'm a drinker?
Educated guess.
I'm sort of offended.
You can throw some vodka in there.
Your speech surprised me today.
You don't know me well enough to be surprised.
You're right... you and I, we need to find our rhythm.
Right now we're just butting heads.
Yeah, well, you're the one banging.
You judge too quickly.
I was police... it's what we do.
You judged me too quickly.
I'm not a sellout.
Did I call you one?
You called me "their boy."
Fine, fine, I apologize.
I also thought you were gay.
Sorry for that, too, I guess.
Now, why would you think that?
Because I got nothing from you when we first met.
Yeah, well, maybe you're not my type.
I'm every guy's type.
(both laugh)
Now, anyway, I don't piss where I eat.
Hmm.
So what's your type?
I guess I'm waiting on my Michelle.
Obama? Mm-hmm.
She's dope... why her?
She's the kind of woman
that makes you seem like a better man.
Couldn't handle me anyway.
That story you told Beck, was that true?
Yep.
How does anyone get over that?
(laughs)
I know it's gonna come back on me one day.
I just, um, don't want it coming back on my daughter.
How old is she?
Six.
Look, I'll take care of this.
You grab coffee tomorrow.
You got it.
Boss.
You believe half of what you said in that speech?
Half.
(indistinct chatter)
(vehicle approaching, hip-hop playing)
Hey.
You lost?
I'm looking for you.
I don't talk to Five-O.
I already told you, I'm not a cop.
Look, bro, I've got nothing to say.
I'm going to see my brother this weekend.
You want a signed football?
For real?
You straight bribing me, man.
You said I wasn't asking the right question.
So what do I got to ask?
You need to go ask Miss Campbell.
Who's Miss Campbell?
This lady in The Houses.
What are The Houses?
308.
(music playing)
(grunting)
(door bangs)
Morning.
Thanks.
What the hell?
What happened?
Last night, part of town called The Houses.
I was following a lead.
Do you think I'm incapable of doing my job?
No.
Then stop trying to do it for me.
I can't keep chalking this up to you being brand-new.
Look, I felt like I made a connection
with that kid in the jersey.
Okay, I thought maybe if we spoke one on one
I could get some more info.
But you're right... I should have spoken to you first.
Yeah, you should have.
You should see a doctor.
Pride hurts more than my body, but thank you.
So what'd he tell you?
He told me to speak to a woman in The Houses
named Miss Campbell in 308.
Which somebody didn't want you to do.
That is the conclusion I'm drawing, yes.
So let me go find out what she knows.
You can't go by yourself.
I got a gun.
(indistinct chatter)
How y'all doing?
WOMAN: Who is it?
We're from the Department of Justice.
We're here to see Miss Campbell.
WOMAN: Department of Justice...
That's with the government, right?
Yes, ma'am, we're here investigating a shooting.
WOMAN: You're the one was on TV.
PRESTON: Yes, ma'am.
Sounded almost like a preacher.
What do you know
about the young white kid who was just killed by the cop?
The white kid... why would I know anything about that?
We were told to ask you the question.
By who?
I don't know why they said that.
Do you know Officer Beck?
I mean, I seened him around, but I don't know him.
What about the young man who was killed, Jesse Carr?
I'm sorry, I don't know anything.
(sighs)
When did you lose your son?
Thought that's why you was here.
Should've known better.
What do you mean?
I can't talk about it.
ASHE: Who told you that, your lawyer?
(Campbell scoffs)
ASHE: The police?
Look, we're not police.
Whatever you say stays right here.
Your son's death was never investigated?
Meanwhile this white boy all over my TV.
What did the police tell you?
They knock on my door, say they found Joey dead.
No "Sorry for your loss, ma'am."
No "You okay, ma'am?"
They just come in and go through his things,
and found a bag of weed.
Then another cop come in, say I could go to jail for that, too.
Say I need to stay quiet while they do their investigation,
otherwise it'd be obstruction, and the judge
could take away my kid.
ASHE: Have you heard any more
about it?
Nothing from police.
But people round here are saying
they had something to do with it.
There were witnesses?
Just not the right kind.
ASHE: Guess we figured out
the right question.
Nothing she says has anything to do with our case.
It has everything to do with it.
The department is obviously corrupt.
Just because someone told her the police
were involved doesn't make it fact.
But a cop telling her to keep her mouth shut,
or they'll take her kid?
We have to dig.
Look, I understand your instinct,
but that's not why we're here.
I don't think you do.
What?
Share my instincts.
'Cause I'm real uncomfortable right now.
Look, Beck is the only brother in the department
in a city that's 65% black.
I'm uncomfortable.
But we have to work the case we've been assigned.
We do a great job, then we have the leverage to open it up.
You can do that?
Just forget what you just heard?
I'm not asking you to forget... I'm asking you to be patient.
Can you do that?
Sure.
MAN: Jumps off the balcony.
I swear to God this guy starts pissing himself.
(laughter)
Y'all headed to choir practice?
What do you know about choir practice?
I know I'm buying.
Another one?
(indistinct chatter)
Where are all the females?
Are you looking for one?
Come on, now.
Cheers.
Ooh. (laughs)
What the hell was that?
Prairie Fire.
It's Wild Turkey and Tabasco.
ASHE: I think I just grew a testicle.
BREELAND: Y'all get home safe, now.
Breeland, right?
Lieutenant Breeland.
We were supposed to have a conversation.
Yeah, I don't go in the box.
Wasn't trying to put you there.
You were first on the scene... Just looking
for a quick statement.
The training officer who yelled "gun" at your shooting,
was he ever prosecuted?
News travels fast around here.
Ah, we're like family.
No, he wasn't, either.
I'm not trying to bulldog you here.
I'm just trying to get my head around why a former cop
who killed an unarmed teenager and didn't get prosecuted is now
working cops. I'm not IA.
I just go after bad guys.
Well, Beck's a good guy.
To good cops.
So what's the deal with The Houses?
What about them?
I keep hearing
it's like the Wild West down there.
Personally, I never ran any tours there.
Tours? BREELAND: It's nothing, it's stupid.
It's like a tour of duty... It's rough.
MAN: Ashe Akino?
Yes?
You've been served.
I don't understand.
JAVIER (on phone): I keep making excuses for you, Ashe.
But I can't anymore.
I don't think that you're okay.
I don't, I don't trust you.
I would never hurt Kai.
I would never hurt her.
Look...
Okay, I-I'll get help, I'll get help, I promise.
You've been saying that for a year.
Javier... We can't talk.
We can't, we can't talk about this anymore.
You've got to talk to my lawyer.
Javier, she's the only thing that makes sense.
Please.
Yeah.
She's the only thing that makes sense.
She matters to me, too.
♪ So I don't lose sight of what I want ♪
(phone beeps)
♪ And I've moved further than I thought I could. ♪ (sobbing)
I'll bring you on the field, bring you backstage,
the locker room, meet everybody. ASHE: Oh, really?
Yeah, no problem.
So who tuned you up, baby bro?
It's nothing, it's a little scrap.
You sure? Mm-hmm.
Because you know I got people, right?
You talking retaliation in front of law enforcement?
Girl, please, you too pretty to be a cop.
You too pretty to play ball.
So, what, you dig cuffing brothers?
I dig cuffing bad guys... They come in all shades.
Why?
Because I'm good at it.
MACEO: What makes you so good?
I understand how easy it can happen,
going down that other path.
And I respect it.
But I'm sure you prep school Negroes
have a different mindset.
No, no, no, no.
Pres, he went to prep schools... I'm a hood cat.
You wear that like it's a badge.
Hell yeah, fought for everything I got,
ain't nothing was handed to me.
Trust me, you had it easier.
MACEO: Please.
Do you know where this boy spent
his summers in high school?
The Alps.
His best friend's pop was a billionaire.
But it's all good,
because our parents are living in a house that I paid for.
What's your shelf life, Mace?
Five years?
Look, I'll be running Justice by then, and just getting started.
Yeah, I saw you on TV.
How is it you always end up playing for the wrong team?
It's funny how black folks on the sidelines are always
the ones questioning loyalty.
I never played on no sidelines.
Really? Yeah, really.
So, what, you think tweeting "Black lives matter"
to your million followers makes you Jackie Robinson?
1.4... and at least folks know what side I'm on.
ASHE: Damn, I thought...
I thought I missed out, being an only child,
but I guess not.
MACEO: Nah, we go.
But it's all love.
Right, baby bro?
Yeah. Uh-huh.
All love.
Look.
Appreciate the meal.
We've got work to do.
I'm not walking away from this $50 steak.
It's all good... I'll take her home.
See you tomorrow.
(knocking)
I was surprised to get your text.
You said I owe you.
Actually, um, I owe you.
How's that?
Your speech was the lead story
on every statewide affiliate,
and on the front page of every local newspaper.
And the governor is standing right there next to you.
MACEO: You're making me blush.
Really, under all that chocolate?
(both laugh)
You know he thinks we're hitting it right now, right?
So why aren't we?
Because if we do, I won't respect you.
And I think I like you.
Maybe I don't want to be liked right now.
(laughs)
Wow.
Girl, you sexy as hell.
But you've got some of the saddest eyes
I've ever seen.
I don't know, maybe that's why I'm digging you.
I appreciate the sentiment,
but, um, you sound like a real bitch right now.
♪ Oh, yeah, somebody that'll keep her in designer... ♪
Oh.
♪ She ain't thinkin' 'bout love ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ She got her mind on my money ♪
♪ Can't get a damn thing from me ♪
♪ She wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her ♪
♪ Tryin' to get saved, she wanna get saved ♪
♪ I ain't gonna save her, tryin' to get saved ♪
♪ She wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her ♪
♪ Tryin' to get saved, she wanna get saved ♪
♪ I ain't gonna save her. ♪
No, Shirlane, this is not how things work.
I don't give a damn about a heads up.
That's too late.
You're going to get me fired.
When's it running?
What's going on?
A video just hit.
Of what?
But what is quite clear are the racist remarks.
Officials say those remarks are from Joshua Beck,
an African-American deputy.
MAN: All right, fam.
Just graduated from the Academy.
Grown-ass man now. Any last words?
Uh, yeah.
Um... finally got my license to shoot these crackers.
MAN: That's right, Josh.
(laughing)
MAN: That's right, my boy's bulletproof.
NEWSWOMAN (over TV): Now, we've heard no comment from Deputy Beck
or the Gate Station Sheriff's Office (phone ringing)
regarding this inflammatory video.
(sighs) Hello?
Sources within the department say... Mm-hmm, yeah.
BECK: I was drunk, sir.
Just, uh, popping off at the mouth.
You know that's not how I really feel.
Hell, I've said things sober that'd get me fired.
No one here's taking offense.
Thank you, Kerry.
What about the guys?
Well, there's a box of saltines on your desk with a bow on it.
(laughter)
Unfortunately, the media's not so forgiving.
I can handle that.
I know you can.
But I think it's best we keep you on administrative duty
until these DOJ people finish their investigation.
What? Daddy!
Okay, little man.
Okay. Hello!
Not right now, son.
I'm sorry. Hey, I think you're missing a shirt, little man.
(boy laughing)
KERRY: Sorry.
Christian!
PLATT: There he goes.
Look, it's not fair,
but you're a distraction.
It's gonna be impossible to do your job.
Then I'll make a statement, let the people hear from me.
Josh, what did the union rep say to you?
Under no circumstances do you talk to the media.
And this prosecutor, you don't talk to him alone.
And you never deviate from the language.
"In the moment of engagement, I feared for my life."
I did, sir.
Good.
The truth's easier to remember.
Morning. Have you seen the video?
Not a good look. I've been in touch with the governor's office.
They want to know who leaked it.
Me, too.
I'll be ready in 20 minutes.
Can I ask you a lawyer question?
About another case?
Yeah.
What's the grounds for sole custody? For which parent?
Does it matter?
In some cases, yeah.
The father.
Proof the mother is unfit.
Drugs, alcohol abuse.
Threat to the safety of the child.
Pattern of unaccountability.
Thanks. Mm-hmm.
You know it didn't mean anything to him, right?
(laughs)
Didn't mean anything to me, either.
Scripture tells us, "Blessed are those that mourn,
for they shall be comforted."
(affirming)
Black America has been in a state of mourning
for far too long.
Mourning the loss
of so many of our sons and daughters because the world
has weaponized our blackness.
In its eyes,
we're never unarmed.
And now we add another name.
Joey Campbell.
17 years old, killed two weeks ago.
We heard about it in the way it's always been,
through whispers.
But the world doesn't know.
The world doesn't know, because the police
aren't investigating.
But the world is gonna know.
Church, I'm bringing up someone who needs our support.
Shameeka Campbell, his mother.
(applause)
(phone buzzes)
Family.
We know what it's like to lose someone to the police.
And we also know that two wrongs don't make a right.
Every parent wants their child home.
So I'm bringing up another mother who needs our support.
(camera shutters clicking)
Come on, church.
The greatest of these is what?
Love. How?
We love our neighbor as ourself.
This mother loved
her child no less than anybody else.
Family, let's be united.
Let's get both these murdered children
the justice they deserve.
(choir harmonizing)
WOMAN: ♪ In the stillness of the night ♪
♪ Lord, we need to hear you speak ♪
♪ There's a mountain we must climb ♪
♪ It's possible if we believe ♪
♪ I'm here, Lord ♪
♪ In a moment of need ♪
♪ Come quickly ♪
♪ Can you answer our prayers? ♪
♪ We are opening up our hearts to you ♪
♪ Are you there? ♪
The governor reached out to Carroll.
Ruiz is gonna sit this one out.
You're no longer interim.
♪ Yeah, oh ♪
♪ We need you, Lord, we need you ♪
♪ Oh, I need you, Lord, I need you ♪
♪ I'm here, Lord, in a moment of need ♪
♪ Come quickly. ♪
("One Man Can Change the World" by Big Sean playing)
♪ They used to tell me ♪
♪ Used to tell me ♪
♪ I hope you learn to make it on your own ♪
♪ And if you love yourself, just know ♪
♪ You'll never be alone ♪
♪ I hope that you get everything you want and that you chose ♪
♪ I hope that it's the realest thing that you ever know ♪
♪ Hope you get the pretty girls, that's pretty at everything ♪
♪ Million-dollar cribs, having million-dollar dreams ♪
♪ And when you get it all, just remember one thing ♪
♪ Remember one thing ♪
♪ That one man could change the world... ♪
(man panting)
(engine revving)
(tires squealing)
(panting)
Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH