Seven Seconds (2018) s01e04 Episode Script

1 [INDISTINCT STOCK MARKET REPOR OVER RADIO.]
[SIGHS.]
[FISH SIGHS.]
Excuse me.
[EXHALES.]
[SIGHS HEAVILY.]
[SNIFFLES.]
Don't give me that look.
I'm starving.
This is a waste of time.
What? Half the job is sitting around, waiting around in a car.
- You want a coconut cream? You sure? - Mm-mmm.
Mm-mmm.
- Just don't do anything illegal.
Okay? - [LAUGHS.]
Well, half of my job is cleaning up cases when cops cut corners.
Okay, try saying that five times in a row real fast.
Cleaning up cases when cops cut corners.
Cleaning up cases when cops cut corners.
Cleaning up cases I can't do it.
We're gonna have a conversation in a public place with this, uh Ka Kaduche Kadeuce Kadeuce Porter.
Fucking crazy, the shit you can find online with a cell phone number, isn't it? You ever look yourself up? I'm going to look you up and see what "KJ" stands for.
It doesn't stand for anything.
My dad gave me the nickname.
Gotta stand for something.
Nope.
He said the world would take me on my merits if they thought I was a man.
So I put "KJ" on my college applications and every job application, and I think he was right.
I think it opened a lot of doors that otherwise would have stayed closed.
- Cynical.
- It's reality.
That explains why you're plea bargaining shoplifting cases.
You know, talking about, don't you gotta be in court, work your other jobs? The other half of my job is paperwork, and I would be working if you'd shut up for half a second.
[LAUGHS.]
[FISH.]
Sure you don't want that coconut cream? [OFFICER.]
Wallet, keys, mints, belt, shoelaces.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND.]
Are these all the possessions you came in with, sir? Yeah.
Sign here.
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
Yo, what'd they do to you? I didn't tell Tricey that you were She even ask? [LATRICE.]
'Saiah? Who's there? It's us, Tricey.
[LATRICE.]
'Saiah? Is that you? 'Saiah.
Where you been? I've been waiting all night.
- I, uh - Look, look, look.
Look.
Look, I found that in Brenton's things from the hospital.
There was a white man in his room that first night we were there and [BREATH TREMBLING.]
I found this.
I found it in Brenton's bed.
Why would he have one of his seagulls? So we gotta go to the police.
We gotta let them know about this man because maybe he might know something.
He might know who did this to Brenton, so we gotta go.
Latrice, how many days has it been since the repast? What have you been doing? [SETH.]
I'll clean up, Tricey.
You go on and rest.
Did you hear what I said, 'Saiah? 'Saiah, I saw a man in Brenton's room.
[SETH.]
They had people going in and out around the clock.
It could've been anybody from the hospital.
Why would they leave this in his bed? Did you actually see him put it there? - Did you? - No.
But How else would it get there? You know B.
All right? He always had one of those seagulls he was working on with him.
- We gotta go to the police, right now.
- I've heard enough.
I gotta go to work, do you hear me? [LATRICE STAMMERS.]
- Come on now.
- Isaiah Now this house ain't fit enough for animals to live in.
[DOOR OPENS.]
[PETE.]
Get your hands back.
Feet back.
You stay up against that fence.
You do not turn around.
- Fucking - Look at the fucking ground! I'm not gonna tell you again! [WILCOX.]
Find anything in there? Anything? Spread your fucking legs! Spread 'em! All right, put your shit up.
Come on.
Hands up.
Hands Spread your legs.
Spread 'em more.
- Do not turn around! - Let me see.
Take it all off, fat boy.
I know you're holding the stash.
The fuck you hassling us for, man? We not doing nothing.
No drive-thru you've been running for the past two hours? No, that ain't nothing? [DIANGELO.]
Little birdie told us you fuckheads are moving a serious stash.
Don't know nothing about nothing, man.
This one's clean.
What I say, man? We was just out here chilling.
You and your boys are just out here having breakfast, right? The fuck is this? Red Hots and Red Roosters, man.
Breakfast of champions.
[DIANGELO.]
And we're the reason these kids are dying young? Gonna make it real simple.
You tell me where that stash is, I won't lock your ugly ass up.
For real, if I knew what you was talking about, man, I'd help you out.
I'm serious.
Fat boy's only got a couple of dime bags, DiAngelo.
That's it.
I got nothing.
You said this tip was solid.
Bad intel.
Sorry, man.
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
Cut them loose.
Except for Fat Albert, we're taking him in.
All this for a couple of fucking dime bags, man! You heard the man.
Hurry the fuck up.
Cut me loose.
Turn around.
The fuck outta here.
Let's go, get your bag, get your shit, let's go.
Shut your fucking mouth.
- Hands behind your back.
- Hurry the fuck up.
Let's go.
- Grab your boots and go.
- Turn around.
Next time you come around, bring me some donuts, bitch.
[ENGINE STARTS.]
[ENGINE STARTS, REVS.]
[PHONE VIBRATES.]
Is that your happy hour date already? [CHUCKLES.]
[PHONE CONTINUES VIBRATING.]
KJ Harper.
Hello? Uh-huh, this is, um, Brenton Butler's mother.
[PAPER RUSTLING.]
I'm sorry, Mrs.
Butler.
How can I help you? I saw a man in my son's room and we need to find him.
There's a man in your son's bedroom? No, no, at the hospital.
I saw a man at the hospital.
[INHALES SHAKILY.]
Uh, and I think he he left something with Brenton.
- [PAPER RUSTLING.]
- One of his seagulls.
It might've already been in his things.
I'm I'm not sure.
My own husband doesn't believe me right now.
I need to know I need to know if you do.
Are you alone right now, Mrs.
Butler? What does that matter? I'm not making this up, I'm not crazy.
I didn't say that, Mrs.
Butler.
Uh Can you describe this man? [LATRICE.]
I think so.
I don't know.
Well You should talk to a sketch artist at my office.
Okay? It's on Newark Avenue, and if you mention my name, they'll set you up with someone.
[WHISPERS.]
Can Can Can you meet me there? Yes.
Yes.
Of course I'll meet you.
Give me a half hour, okay? [EXHALES.]
Thank you.
[EXHALES.]
She's remembering this mystery man now? [SIGHS.]
It could be something.
[SNIFFS.]
Like an orderly on bedpan duty.
Put an APB out on that.
There's our guy.
- Oh.
Okay.
- No, no, no.
Wait here.
[PANTING.]
Hey! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
Get off.
Get the fuck off me, man! I ain't do nothing! Then why the fuck are you running, huh? - [KADEUCE.]
Fuck you! - [HANDCUFFS CLANKING.]
- You made me rip my fucking jacket.
- Who the fuck is this bitch? See? What'd I tell you? This conversation in public.
Get up, stupid.
[GRUNTS.]
Get up! [LOUD TAPPING.]
[FISH.]
Stop fucking tapping your fingers or I'mma fucking break 'em.
You can get out of here now.
Just tell me, Brenton Butler, how do you know him? Don't know shit about no Brenton Butler.
Mm.
You just got a thing for funerals then, huh? - I wasn't at no funeral either.
- Oh, okay.
That settles it.
You can go.
You want your phone back? Go ahead.
Take it.
We're done here.
I'm just gonna make a quick call.
[PHONE RINGS AND VIBRATES.]
It's playing our song.
Why does Brenton Butler have your number? Why is your phone number the only fucking number in Brenton Butler's burner? - Don't know shit about that.
- He dealing drugs for you? - Man, fuck you.
- No, fuck you, motherfucker! - Get the fuck off me! - Piece of shit! You don't seem too shook up that you got your phone friend killed.
I ain't get nobody killed, man! Nobody in the game dumb enough to fuck with a Five King.
Somebody did.
Was it you, asshole? Look at that.
Isn't that sweet? You and little Brenton.
It was in your room.
Look at it.
You gonna tell me now that you don't know a Brenton Butler? We're just trying to find out who killed your friend, okay? I don't know no Brenton Butler.
[SIGHS.]
All right, well, we're gonna have to keep you in County for the day.
Fuck, you know what? It's Friday.
Means you won't be arraigned till after the weekend.
I don't give a fuck.
It's warmer in here than out there.
So go ahead.
[SIGHS.]
Can you get him the fuck out of here? Get off me, man.
Get the fuck off me! That was a waste of time.
[SIGHS.]
Oh.
[EXHALES.]
Fuck.
Can you describe the size and shape of his face? Um He was wearing a like a hoodie.
So it was it was covering up uh, some of his face.
So, no.
What about eye color? Um, I guess I guess the hoodie was I guess it was covering up his eyes.
You couldn't see his eyes? [CLEARS THROAT.]
What about the shape of his nose? Um [INHALES.]
Is Ms.
Harper coming? Because she promised that she would meet me here.
I don't know.
Can you describe the shape of his mouth? Um - His mouth.
- Or was the hoodie covering that too? Um [SIGHS.]
Um, I-I remember his voice.
I remember his voice.
It was, um It was It was young.
[STAMMERS.]
And it was deep, and he was he was scared, like like he knew something.
Like he knew who killed my son.
I can't draw a voice, ma'am.
[SIGHS.]
[SOFT CLUCKING.]
I've worked here for 15 years.
Never once been late for a shift.
- Four hours isn't a little late.
- Believe me, it won't happen twice.
I understand you lost your son, Isaiah, and I'm sorry, I am.
But the County Health Inspector was here for his monthly visit and we got shut down because none of the machinery was sterilized.
- We can't just let this go.
- It was an unforeseen circumstance.
- It won't happen again.
- It's out of my hands.
[EXHALES.]
[WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OVER PA.]
Ma'am? How are you, Mrs.
Butler? You remember me? I do, yes.
And your son.
Did There was, um There was a man that was in this room with a hoodie that first night that we were here.
Did you Did you see him? No.
Um But the cleaning crew comes around late at night.
I know I saw him in this room standing right here.
I know I saw him.
I'm sorry, Mrs.
Butler, but your son was in the room down the hall, not this room.
[DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE.]
Mrs.
Butler? It's KJ Harper from the prosecutor's office.
I know I said I would meet you and I didn't and I tried calling you.
I'm sorry.
We need to talk about Kadeuce Porter.
Mrs.
Butler? [SIGHS.]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS.]
- [WOMAN.]
Fuck! - What the fuck? Motherfucker! That's how it fucking goes, right? One fucking spare.
- Yo, Gary, - I thought you said you didn't drink.
We need some more beers! It's on me.
Don't worry.
I got you all night long, baby! [LAUGHS.]
Hey, but you gotta hurry up though, because my lady's thirsty.
[LAUGHS.]
["CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU" PLAYS.]
- [WOMAN.]
Whoo! - You see that? [SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
You're just too good to be true [WILCOX.]
Yeah! Strike, baby.
Don't stop shaking that ass.
- DiAngelo, you're up.
- One sec.
Give me one minute, one minute.
You dance with the ladies.
[WILCOX.]
Where you going, DiAngelo? It's your roll.
The faster you play, the faster I win.
You all right? Hey, DiAngelo! It's your turn, man! I fucking heard you, all right? You could've bought it last night in that trap house.
We all could've.
You think any of these people here we protect give two shits that your wife gotta raise Mikey on her own? Start it over again.
[LAUGHING.]
They deserve more than that.
'Cause you're a father and a husband.
And that is worth one hell of a lot more than a picture and a pension.
Right? Come on.
- Family is what matters.
- I love you, baby It's the only thing that does.
- [MARIE.]
I need you, baby - This is your family.
- To warm the lonely night - That's my boy.
Yeah, you smile.
You fucking dance with your wife.
Come on.
When I say - Come on, man.
Baby.
- Oh, pretty baby Don't bring me down, I pray Oh, pretty baby Now that I've found you, stay And let me love you, baby - [DIANGELO.]
Come on.
- Do you want it? [WILCOX.]
Lost your turn already.
- I'll take it.
- [DIANGELO.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Can't take my eyes off of you You'd be like heaven to touch - Go get 'em, baby.
- I wanna hold you so much - At long last, love has arrived - Don't suck.
- Watch my guy do it.
- And I thank God I'm alive Shit, is there any more? Only two left? - There's two left.
- You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you [CHEERING.]
[LAUGHS.]
My boy! My boy! [ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OUTSIDE.]
[CHUCKLES.]
Didn't know you stuffed.
Nipple pads.
The sexy they don't tell you about when you're having a kid.
[BOTH LAUGH.]
These things are leaking worse than the Titanic.
A lot of girls, tits drop right down to their ankles, never come back up after having a kid.
You bounced back real good.
You know, to be honest, when we first met I kind of thought you were a bitch.
- Because I am.
- [BOTH LAUGH.]
You gotta be when you're married to a cop, right? - You two ever think about having kids? - Yeah.
Yeah, we did, but whatever.
Um, Mike can't.
Some genetic thing with his family.
He would've been a great dad though.
- It's kind of all he ever wanted.
- I'm so sorry.
No, you're No, it's fine, it's fine.
We got a real good life, you know? Got a nice house, nice car, nice dinners out, we go to the islands once a year.
I mean, what else could you want, you know? [MARIE CHUCKLES.]
Petey's never home no more.
Between the night shifts with the team and then picking up days in the East, I'm like alone most of the time with the kid.
Wait, he's still working patrol? You got to get him to quit that shit.
Well, the paperwork hasn't cleared yet for DiAngelo's team.
And one check ain't gonna cut it.
Your husband is busting drug dealers.
Girl, there's all sorts of ways you can cut it.
It's not like those mooks are doing good deeds with all the cash they got lying around, right? Petey's like a choir boy about that stuff.
He He's been that way since we were kids.
He would die before he you know, did something like that.
Trust me what your husband does at work you don't need to know.
You don't want to know.
[WHISPERS.]
And these separate but related incidents that come under Five, eight, six [PHONE VIBRATES.]
two one, one.
[SIGHS.]
Uh, I was thinking maybe Brenton was an internal hit.
The Five Kings taking out one of their own.
[FISH.]
People usually say "hi" when they pick up the phone.
Kadeuce, he seemed pretty confident that no other gang would touch a King.
Oh.
So now Brenton Butler's a King.
Welcome to the party.
Most gangbangers think they're untouchable until they take a bullet - in their knucklehead.
- No, listen.
I think Kadeuce was right.
Been going through drug arrest records for the last year in the South District, and not even the police are touching them.
Or if they are arresting any Kings, it's for misdemeanors, nothing real.
Kings are running a tight ship.
How does that connect to Brenton? I'm looking for a blue car in these case files.
No luck so far.
[FISH CHUCKLES.]
You've got even less of a life than my middle-aged ass.
Fuck! [KJ.]
What are you doing? I'm trying to fix my jacket that asshat ripped.
I spent a lot of money at Kohl's for this thing.
Where'd you run off to earlier? A hearing.
I forgot about it.
Yeah, well, you're always running off.
The Unis spotted our witness Nadine trying to score in Bayside.
Want to go for a ride? I got a lot more files to go through, but let me know if you find her, okay? Okay, let me know if you find Jimmy Hoffa.
I want halvsies on the credit.
[SCOFFS.]
Yeah, okay.
Jimmy Hoffa.
Great.
[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
[LAUGHING.]
Thank you.
That's great.
They'll be sure to bring it up.
Ooh.
[GIRL.]
Hi, Dad.
You You grew like, two inches, Mags.
I guess.
What are you What are you doing? Here, sit down.
What What are you doing here? I wanted to talk to you, like, in person.
Mom said I should.
She's outside.
Okay.
What's up? I don't want to live with you.
Why? It's just, like, school's kind of far away from where you live now, and, like when am I gonna see my friends? When are you gonna see me? Did you ever think about that? Whatever bullshit she's putting in that head of yours, I'm still your father.
You keep that straight.
No, I know.
I'll come live with you half the time.
It's fine.
Half Oh.
You're growing up, right? [SIGHS.]
Right in front of my eyes.
Hey, listen, I get it, you know, I mean who wants to bring their boyfriend home to meet Pop the Cop? God, I don't have a boyfriend.
[CHUCKLES.]
We'll see each other, okay? We'll figure it out.
There's phones, you know.
We can call each other.
- Maybe we can text too? - Yeah, we can text.
That's right.
We'll text.
I'm like a teenager with that shit.
Well, you should go.
Your Your mom's waiting for you.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Bye.
Hey, Mags.
Gonna be okay.
I've been thinking about going back to work.
I mean, I know everything's new with Mikey, but We already talked about this.
I'm working, you're staying home.
Petey, you're never home anymore.
And these baby expenses, they cost money.
And I said I'm taking care of it.
Okay.
Fine.
You expecting something? No.
Are you? Does it say who it's from? [DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE.]
[CHUCKLES.]
Petey, who's it from? [SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE.]
- [HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING NEARBY.]
- [MAN COUGHS INSIDE.]
Petey.
Shit.
I wasn't expecting you so late.
Um [SNIFFS.]
Come on in.
Come on in.
I could've I would've cleaned up and got some Cutty if I knew you were stopping by.
Come on in.
Make yourself at home.
[SNIFFS.]
So, did you, uh get the gift I left for my grandson, little Petey the third? His name's Michael.
Yeah, okay.
Whatever you name him, the fight, it's in our blood, Petey.
You, me, him.
He should have your old gloves.
It's like father, like son.
I had to toughen you up some.
I was six years old and you broke my fucking arm.
That's what you call toughening up? You know, I never said I was perfect, Pete.
But you seemed to have turned out okay, right? [CHUCKLES.]
I mean, look at you.
You're doing great.
Maybe if I had hit you a little harder, you'd be president.
[LAUGHS.]
All those nights, you coming home calling me to the back room.
You fucking coward.
You weak fucking small man that never had nothing, never was nothing but coming home to a little kid and taking your wasted life out on me until I couldn't breathe.
And then you fucking run out on us, you fuck! Now, I may have your blood but I'm nothing like you.
Now, you ever go near my son again, I'll fucking kill you.
And that ain't a threat, that's a promise.
Just keep on living, son.
You'll see.
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE.]
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE.]
Hey, you seen Nadine? [GRUNTS.]
Have you seen Nadine? Nadine.
White girl.
Ah, fuck.
[NADINE.]
What are you doing? Where are we going? [FISH.]
We're gonna drive around until you sober up, then have a civilized conversation about what you saw in the park that day.
I think it sounds like a great idea.
What do you think? Okay, good.
Watch your head.
[CHOIR SINGING "JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL".]
While the nearer waters roll While the tempest still is high Hide me, O Hide me, O my Savior, hide Till the storm of life is past - Safe into the haven guide - Receive my soul Oh, receive my soul at last Leave, ah, leave me not alone Support me and comfort me Hide me, O Hide me, O my Savior, hide [DISH CLINKS SOFTLY DOWNSTAIRS.]
[CLINKING CONTINUES.]
[WHISPERS.]
Brenton.
[ISAIAH GRUNTS.]
Sorry, Tricey, I just got in.
I wake you? [SIGHS.]
Um You okay? They told me to go on food stamps.
The VA? Mm-hmm.
I thought they were lining up a job for you.
Backlogged with all of us vets coming back, looking for a life.
They said I got to wait six months for a job to open up.
Told me to consider reenlisting.
I can't just live off of you, 'Saiah.
- Y'all got bills.
- You're family.
We'll get through it.
I know the hospital bills ain't been paid.
I saw the mail, Trice.
All right, he's got another bill for the house - Your brother's taking care of things.
- Is he? I just worry.
[LATRICE.]
I think I'm losing my mind.
I thought you were Brenton.
He used to come down in the middle of the night to eat a bowl of cereal.
He loved his Froot Loops.
[CHUCKLES.]
You're grieving, Tricey.
And that weighs the heart down, makes your mind see what you wish was there.
It should be there by all rights.
You ain't wrong in the head, Tricey, all right? You ain't wrong.
All right, you - [SOBBING.]
- You just got a broken heart.
Brenton gave me this when I went on tour.
Told me, "Keep it close.
" Said it had magical powers to protect.
This got me through all my tours, brought me home.
It's yours now, Tricey.
You can come home too.
[SNIFFLES.]
No.
You keep it.
You keep it.
[INHALES.]
[EXHALES SHAKILY.]
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[GRUNTS.]
[SNIFFS.]
Hey.
- Let's go.
Come on.
Ride's over.
- Stop.
Why are we here? Well, now that you're feeling better, we're gonna have that one-on-one convo.
I told you, I don't know anything! [GRUNTS.]
You through? Let's go.
Get up.
Fuck you! Hey, fuck you, you fucking old fuck! I hate you! - Get off! Get off of me! - You little shit, you scratched me.
- You know what? - Get off! - Get off of me! - I tried to make this easy, but fuck it.
- You're gonna go to lock up, okay? - [WHIMPERS.]
Get off! - [HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS.]
- I'm on a rush, my adrenaline high In a hot tub yelling "Fly, pelican, fly" They call them dumdum bullets.
Once it came through my hip, it broke up into fragments for maximum damage.
Doctors cleaned out what they could.
The rest were too close to remove.
Didn't want to risk full paralysis.
Damn.
Man, it's hard to see you like this, bro.
Yeah, man.
I'm setting off metal detectors and shit.
- [LAUGHS.]
- TSA hate to see me coming.
But no need to cry for me, man.
You lose one thing, everything else is better.
I'm stronger, sharper in my mind, you know.
Nothing like coming face-to-face with death to really make you appreciate life.
Now you wear the crown.
[SCOFFS.]
It's the shit we used to dream about when we was kids, scrambling working the corner for Butter-Breeze.
Yeah.
My condolences about nephew.
Shit's fucked up, man.
Isaiah and Tricey, they struggle.
You know, they can't they can't tell up from down, and I ain't on my feet yet.
You know, with the hospital bills, the house, the funeral cost What the fuck you trying to say, Seth? Do you need some money? You know, it's funny, man, because when I hit the ground after I got shot, all I could hear in my head was your voice saying, "Get up.
" You was with me in spirit, man.
Like always.
Shit, we might as well be blood, bro.
Don't you ever hang your head to ask me for shit.
I got you.
- [SOFT MUSIC PLAYING.]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Sarah? Hey.
How are you? Hi.
KJ! Hi.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- Hi.
I didn't think you'd make it.
Of course I was going to make it for Daddy's birthday.
He only turns 63 once, right? Sixty-four.
It's been way too long.
I missed you.
You still working in Jersey City? Ah, yeah, same old, same old.
Well, you look really good.
Thanks.
And happy.
You look happy.
I am happy.
You should say hi to Daddy, he's been waiting.
I'm really glad you made it.
Come here.
Thanks for coming.
- Hi.
- Hey.
Thought you gave everyone the slip, huh? [CHUCKLES.]
I'm wise to you.
You know, 30 years ago, couldn't see two feet in front of you at one of these shindigs.
Now, I light one up just inside and your mother skins me alive.
[LAUGHS.]
How's my angel? Good.
I'm really good.
Actually, um, I've been busy.
- Oh, tell me about it.
- I'm working a homicide.
Uh, it's it's a hit-and-run.
A black teenager was left out in the cold to die.
That's a shame.
It's still a traffic violation.
It's a murder, Dad, it's not a speeding ticket.
Well, clearly, it's a second-degree crime.
The driver left him to die in a ditch like a piece of roadkill.
If you can prove that.
Hit-and-runs are notoriously difficult to prosecute.
Unwinnable, mostly, in my experience.
[SIGHS.]
Come on, KJ.
You gotta toughen up.
You gotta be stronger than that.
You gotta be stronger than them.
[SCOFFS.]
You've been saying that to me my whole life.
[SIGHS.]
Look, I just don't want this going sideways on you.
What The last one.
That was a kid too, wasn't it? That case was completely different.
And I'm not going sideways or anyways, I'm upset because you're not listening to me.
I am listening to you.
That's why I worry, baby.
[GLASS SHATTERS.]
[KNOCKING.]
[DOGS BARKING.]
[CHUCKLES.]
What are you doing here? You look fancy.
I had a family thing.
Oh, okay.
Yeah, me too.
Come in, join in the fun.
Get out of here.
You guys remember KJ? Huh? Yeah! - Don't bite her.
- Hey.
[FISH SIGHS.]
It's, uh food prep night here.
I'm mixing the hamburger with the gizzards and these, uh, these flax seeds.
They like their liver too.
I know.
Pretty crazy weekend here.
Have to call the fire marshal, shut this rager down before it gets out of hand, you know? Oh, you want a drink? You want a drink.
You know, I think I got some Rumple Minze somewhere here from New Year's.
I'm good.
Thanks.
- You sure? - Mm-hmm.
- Uh how'd it go with the witness? - Ugh! I could've told you that over the phone.
Uh, she is a real pistol, man.
I'm telling you.
I-I hope that a night in lockup will, uh cool her out.
You know? - Great.
- Yeah.
- That's really great.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
But tonight is just Fish's famous four-legged feast.
Hey.
What are you doing? What Why Oh.
- Hey, what are you doing that for? - Um You know, it's it's not a big deal.
It's a big deal to me.
Where you going? - I should go.
- Hey.
No, wait.
No, KJ.
Don't go out there and do something stupid.
[SOBBING.]
Hey! Whoa.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, stop.
Stop that right now.
Stop that.
I just fuck I just fuck everything up.
You think you're a fuck up? My kid doesn't want to see me anymore.
That's right.
Because I'm such a shitty fucking dad.
Now she's all grown up and that's it.
No second chances, no do-overs, nada.
Listen, just stay here and we can both hate ourselves together.
Why waste a perfectly good Saturday night? If you're trying to get me to sleep with you, it's not gonna work.
[LAUGHS.]
You want You want You want a liver sandwich? - [SCOFFS.]
- [LAUGHS.]
I'd offer you gizzards, but Lizzie will tear your throat out.
Come on.
Come on! [KJ.]
I don't like liver.
[SIREN WAILING.]
[SNIFFS.]
I can't remember the last home-cooked meal I had.
Don't get your hopes up too high.
Roast beef is Isaiah's favorite, and I haven't made it in a while.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
Just in time.
I hope you're hungry.
[SETH.]
Yeah, we got some fine cuts from Zeke's.
You know, he's still running that broke-ass joint down on Duncan.
How dare you come into my house after what you did? 'Saiah! Oh, my God! [GRUNTING.]
No! Seth! Seth! [GRUNTING.]
Seth, stop! Stop! Stop! - No! - Blood money.
After all I sacrificed to raise you right, this is how you do me? Somebody gotta pay them bills, it wasn't gonna be you.
Know your place or I'll put you in it.
[LAUGHS.]
[CLAPPING.]
Woo! That's how your God talk through you? Halle-fucking-lujah.
- Mother - Stop it! Isaiah! He used drug money from that gang! I don't want you interfering with my family.
Where was your God when Brenton lay bleeding down in that ditch? Hmm? And you sitting up in here, telling his mama that God got a plan? What? To let B die down there like a beat dog? If that's God's plan, he's a fucking punk.
Don't blaspheme in my house! This house, this house, it's the only thing you care about, the only thing you ever loved! I provided a better life for my family because that's what a man does.
[LATRICE.]
Calm down.
Don't tell me about responsibility, boy! - Isaiah.
- Oh, you took care of your family, huh? What a father does is know his son to the core, to the bones! What he loves, what he hates what makes him cry with joy and pain, and everything in between! Seth, calm down.
You tell me one thing you know about your son.
It was the only thing Brenton ever wanted for his father to know him.
All you had to do was ask.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
Yo, man, what you need? Oh, fuck! A bag of Red Hots to go with my donuts.
The breakfast of champions.
What the fuck you doing here? I gave everyone the night off.
I want to talk about the bust Wilcox ran point on.
Yeah? Junkie left half a burger.
You want something to go with that? Yeah, so, time to time, Wilcox sticks his head up his ass.
That's what I want to talk about.
This wasn't one of those times.
Drugs here will fetch us a couple hundred each.
I want in.
The same cut as everyone else.
Should've bagged that out on the street.
You know the rules of proper evidence handling.
I ain't wired, ain't IA.
Ain't out for nothing but a way in.
I got a family to think about now.
I need them to be taken care of if something happens to me.
That kid on the bike in the park was just a banger like the rest.
Well, the animal got what he deserved.
I'll do what it takes.
I ain't no coward.
What, are you fucking stupid bringing this shit into the station? Our business stays on the street.
You got it? You clean all that shit up.
Meet me outside in five.
[LIFT CREAKING, WHIRRING.]
[METAL CREAKING.]
Your bus is coming.
That was Five King's money.
I don't want to have nothing to do with that.
He was just trying to help.
You okay with going back to work? Only have one shift at the slaughterhouse today, so I'll be back around six or seven.
Okay.
[KIDS CHATTERING.]
You're so fucked.
I'm gonna tell everyone you kidnapped and raped me.
You're being charged with possession of a narcotic, vagrancy, resisting arrest, and assaulting an officer.
What? So yesterday you were good cop, today you're bad cop? Not gonna work.
Up until your trial, you're going to be held at a community youth house.
Sentence begins, gonna be transferred to a woman's correctional facility where you're gonna do four to seven years, depending on behavior.
And I'm guessing with you, it's going to be closer to seven.
- [SIGHS.]
- [KEYBOARD CLACKING.]
I saw three guys in the park.
They got in their car and they drove off.
That's it, that's all I saw.
- Can I please go now? - What kind of car? I don't know.
It was black.
Black with a red stripe on it.
We need a signature right here and right That's what I saw! I'm not lying! How'd you see that car? How'd you see these guys? I was sleeping in that old power plant.
I go up there to sleep sometimes.
And I heard this this sound and I mean, I didn't do anything, but then it got real quiet after a while, so I got up, and that's when I saw them.
I swear to fucking God, I'm not lying.
[PHONE VIBRATES.]
Don't go anywhere.
Hey, Mama, what you wearing? [LAUGHS.]
Yeah, in your dreams.
Nadine awake yet? Yeah.
I'm talking to her right now.
She says she a black car, not a blue car.
A black car with a red stripe.
Wait.
Wait, wait.
What color was the car? A black car with a red stripe.
Why? - Doesn't know what she's talking about.
- Just keep her there, okay? I'm on my way.
[DIANGELO.]
Fifty dollars.
You know that, right? All right.
What you got? What you got? Let's go, let's go.
[FISH.]
So here's the deal.
We're gonna sit tight until my assistant prosecutor shows up, and then give your statement to her.
- Yo, what's up? - Not much.
You? - Oh! - Huh? What happened? Your boyfriend forget the safe word? [LAUGHING.]
Yeah, I said chimichurri instead of chimichanga.
He got all confused, you know.
[BOTH LAUGH.]
[CHUCKLES.]
- What? - [DIANGELO.]
You owe me money.
Fifty dollars.
Get it done.
All right.
You know that, right? All right.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[ENGINE STARTS.]
[ENGINE REVS.]
[SIREN WAILING.]
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[MAN GRUNTS.]
Get off me! [COPS CURSING INDISTINCTLY.]
[PETE.]
Don't make me tell you again! Spread your legs.
- Now you fucking - [COP.]
You don't move.
- Don't fucking move.
- [PETE.]
Don't you fucking move.
Now, turn around.
Face the wall.
Motherfucker.
Don't you fucking look at me.
Now, let's go, motherfucker.
You know the fucking drill.
Let's start fucking moving.
- You think you're fucked now, huh? - Get off me! Move your ass or I'll show you what fucked is, you motherfucker.
This piece of shit.
You feel me? I'll show you what fucked is.
Get him out of here.
[LATRICE'S BREATH TREMBLES.]