Seven Seconds (2018) s01e06 Episode Script

Do you recall seeing this seagull at the scene? I don't recall seeing that, ma'am.
It was right there.
I saw it, everyone saw it.
Okay? You must have too.
I don't recall seeing that at the scene of the crime.
Do you recall seeing anyone not on this list at the scene? - I don't recall.
- Any undercovers, any plainclothes guys? Anybody who didn't have business being there? I don't recall.
What about seeing a blue vehicle at the scene? - I don't recall.
- The victim crawled around in the snow, bleeding out, for 12 hours.
Do you recall seeing anyone not on this list at the scene? He was 15 years old.
He would have survived if someone had gotten him some care.
I'm hoping if you give yourself a little time to think it over, you might.
I, uh I There were a lot of people on the scene All right, time's up.
You can go, Officer.
- You saw someone there not on that list? - I said we're done.
- Your time's up.
- We've got more questions.
Yeah, there was a time limit and I've been more than accommodating.
Get out of my office.
I think he likes me.
Maybe he'll invite me to join Bowling League.
Fuck Medina.
Connelly calls the shots.
Two hours to interview every cop at the scene? Lot of pull your buddy's got.
At least we got access to district records.
Find out what DiAngelo and his team drives and what they were doing - the morning of the hit-and-run.
- What are you gonna be doing? Finding that blue car.
No justice, no peace! Justice for Brenton Butler! No justice, no peace! Justice for Brenton Butler! - No justice, no peace! - Let's go! Justice for Brenton Butler! No justice, no peace! Justice for Brenton Butler! No justice, no peace! Michael, the Christian community welcomes you with great joy.
Michael, I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.
We now anoint you with the holy oil of salvation in the name of Christ, our Savior.
All rise, please.
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
Deliver us, Lord, from every evil and grant us peace in our day.
In your mercy, keep us free from sin So cute.
I'm gonna put a baby in you when we get to my place.
- What? God, shut up! - I'm gonna put ten thousand - Everyone's gonna hear you, you perv! - million babies in you.
We gotta go, babe.
The restaurant's got the food out already, they called.
Go ahead, all of you.
You, uh get her and the baby there.
We're gonna talk shop here a minute.
Oh, come on, Mike, not today.
You heard me.
Go.
Let's go.
Come on.
Wilcox.
- Hey.
- I owe you an apology.
That wasn't right what I said the other day.
Acting like fucking amateurs, me included.
Ain't nothing to worry about.
We got paperwork alibiing us.
It's all worked out.
Petey, hang back at your house for a couple of days till this blows over.
Enjoy your wife and kid.
What about the witness? I took care of it.
- What the fuck you talking about? - I said I fucking took care of it.
- You coming or what? - Yeah, yeah, we're coming.
We're coming.
I'm fucking hungry.
Let's go.
Let's eat.
I'm gonna go with you and Teresa.
Don't act like you don't fucking know what he was talking about.
Who else is out there we gotta take care of? Hmm? Who's next? How am I supposed to trust the cops and the prosecutor to find justice for my son when they think he's a criminal? Look, here's the deal, Mrs.
Butler.
There's still a lot of work to be done.
We can look into a civil suit.
File for damages.
But the most important thing, and this is what most families want really, is for the record to reflect what happened to their loved ones.
I knew when I read about how you helped those families I knew you'd understand.
But, um, I gotta tell you something.
I I don't have money to pay you, but I will get it.
I promise.
No, that won't be necessary.
We can work on a contingency basis.
My last jury award, I was able to get the family close to five million.
Your son being left out there for what, 12 hours of suffering? We can probably argue close to ten for that.
I don't care about the money.
It's not about that.
It's about the fact that Brenton's killer is out there, living his life, like he didn't take away my baby's.
I know you don't care about the money.
But this is how you make them pay, dollar by dollar for what they did.
Can I ask you a tough question? Yeah.
Did Brenton have any kind of a record? It's It's best I know everything now.
He was a good boy.
He came from a good home.
His father and I I never had to worry about Brenton that way.
And what about his father? Presentation is important to these juries.
I'd like to have you both in the event we go to trial.
Okay.
Yeah.
You have a I'm sorry.
You have a little something on your, uh Oh, um, yeah, I was, um I was drinking some coffee, trying to get all the ins and outs to this legal jargon.
Here's the thing, Mrs.
Butler.
I don't mean to embarrass you.
It's details like that that can be very important to a jury.
I really appreciate you being honest with me.
Another one for the bullshit column.
People hate the police.
Lots of bitching and moaning, but nothing relevant.
I'll decide what's relevant.
I want in on all tips on the blue car when you log them.
Be my guest.
Thanks.
A wise use of my office's limited resources.
How's the search for the mystery blue car coming? Fine.
That's great.
Because I got every reporter in a 50-mile radius up my ass.
I need to hire a crime scene expert.
I need the make and the model of this car.
Who's gonna pay for that? You? The National Association of Police just dropped their endorsement.
This isn't about your campaign.
No, it is not.
And thanks to you, that is probably over.
When all this settles, I don't imagine you're going to fare much better, KJ.
My career prospects aren't my first concern.
- And I intend to win.
- With what? Publicly handcuffing me to your powder keg? I should've pulled the plug on this a long time ago.
DiAngelo's team was on a routine search and seizure the morning of the hit-and-run.
So, they have an alibi.
- This is good news? - No, just read the report.
Yeah, uh, this is Officer Felix Osorio from the South District, badge number eight-zero-two-zero.
Listen, I need a Cause and a Manner of Death on a white Jane Doe junkie.
She's around 14 to 16 years old, got a purple streak in her hair, might've come into the morgue yesterday or today.
No one matching that description came in? You sure? Because I got a solid from a CI she was found.
Check again.
Sneaky motherfucker.
I know what's going on.
Asshole pours the last cup of coffee, then walks away, leaving the rest of us high and dry.
It happens every time, and now I know it's you.
Fuck you, rat bitch.
Yeah, sure, but before that, where were you on the morning of February 15? You want to talk to me, IA? Get with my union rep or Medina.
Got the paperwork on your unit's whereabouts that morning.
It says here that DiAngelo and Wilcox were on a controlled buy operation near the park.
You're not in this report.
You're the only one without an alibi.
I know.
My thoughts exactly.
Fucking rat bitches, right? And DiAngelo wrote this paperwork up.
You know, it's not too late to talk before they pin this whole thing on you.
Fuck you.
Nah You're the one that's getting fucked, my friend.
Got two choices.
Either talk, or you spend the rest of your days behind bars taking shits in front of guys that you locked up.
Who was driving the car? It wasn't you, right? So why the fuck do you care? Anyway, you can keep that, I got a copy.
Don't worry.
Shh.
Seth Butler? Peaches Tally.
Damn girl, it's been a minute.
I thought you was up and out of here, serving the country or whatever.
Didn't know you had babies.
Yeah, they're my everything.
And smart too.
Don't know where they get it from.
Nah, they get it from you.
They quick with the comebacks, I remember.
I'm sorry about your nephew.
I wanted to be at the funeral but It's just so sad, ain't it? I mean, first she lose her child, and now Tricey be living in her car.
You seen Latrice living in her car? Yeah, near us by the Family Dollar parking lot on MLK.
What you think? Hook up an old friend? Yo, what's taking so damn long? This ain't no damn high school reunion.
She was just leaving.
Go on.
We ain't got nothing for you.
- Get home with them babies - Fuck that noise.
Shit ain't up to you.
What, you think you better than me? I want my shit right quick.
Go cop from Henny.
You were going soft for that hoe.
You see what she do with them kids in the car? I heard she suck Lif Bux's dick right in front of them.
She don't get it from us, she's going to get it from somebody else.
Fuck that bitch.
She sucked my dick.
Did she now? Tricey, you can't be out here like this.
Come on, whatever problems you and 'Saiah got, you can work them out.
You gotta go home.
I know what I'm doing.
I just got to stay focused on Brenton and on the man who did this.
By living in your car? This ain't right, Tricey.
You're gonna get sick.
It's cold out here.
Brenton was out in the cold for 12 hours and no one came for him.
Come on, Tricey.
Don't put that on yourself.
You and your brother, man.
Always so quick to jump right in and tell people how to live their lives.
Come stay with me at Marcelle's.
You could take the top bunk.
No, that's you and 'Saiah's family.
I just I don't want to be around nobody.
I just want to be alone, because nobody understands.
I do have some good news though.
I met a man, a lawyer.
He says he can help me.
Before you help Brenton, you gotta look at what's left.
What you're losing here, right now.
But what about Brenton? What about him? Don't you even care about him anymore? Of course I care about Brenton, but I don't want to see you this way, acting like Acting like what? How am I acting, Seth? How am You know what? Why don't you just go on and do whatever it is you do.
Go and sell your drugs.
Make everybody proud.
Did you tell DiAngelo? What? Did you tell DiAngelo about that woman? You gotta tell him, Petey.
I don't want that woman coming around here.
And DiAngelo will know what to do.
Calm down, okay? - I'll take care of it.
- How? I need to know how you're going to take care of it.
Why can't someone lock her up? I bet she's got a record.
I mean, what kind of mother lets her kid run around like that, dealing drugs? She's probably on drugs.
No, I said I'd take care of it.
I got him.
Hey, buddy.
Shh.
Hey, bud.
How's the NYPD treating you? Oh, good.
Good.
Listen, I, um I need a favor.
I need you to run a name for me.
On a minor.
The last name, Butler.
The man identified as Frank Keating of West Hills was struck and killed during the morning rush hour.
Four people standing on the platform were also injured.
The investigation is still underway to figure out what caused this tragedy.
And now, we have new developments in the fatal Liberty Park hit-and-run case.
The prosecution was initially unaware of the arrest of Brenton Butler, the 15-year-old victim in the hit-and-run last month.
Ms.
Harper, is Brenton Butler's criminal record linked to his death? Brenton Butler has no criminal record.
Ms.
Harper, just He was arrested with a known Five King member on possession of marijuana.
He was not a known gang member.
His uncle, Seth Butler, is also associated with a local drug gang.
You care to comment? Brenton Butler was a 15-year-old boy left in a ditch to die for over 12 hours.
Nothing any victim does mitigates or justifies that kind of pain.
In other news, taking a look at our weather.
It appears our temperatures are gonna remain about the same for the rest of the week and even the weekend.
It should be repeat overnight lows of 25 and You son of a bitch.
This is how you want to play it? I know about you, about the Five Kings.
Come on, KJ.
Walk away.
Been looking at your unit's arrest records.
I know what a piece of shit you are, and now everyone's gonna know it too, what your unit's doing, greasing your pockets with drug money.
Yo, you guys ever seen her this lit? If I give you a six pack, KJ, would you give me a lap dance? - Not the place, let's go.
- If Brenton were a white kid, he wouldn't have a record for a few joints.
It's a bullshit charge! You better muzzle this bitch before I do.
Watch your fucking mouth.
You think you're funny, don't you? Always got the jokes.
I got one for you.
It's about a cop back in New York whose wife fucked and sucked half the precinct.
With a name like Fish, you'd think you'd get some of that pussy, but you had to wait in line, bro.
She's my ex-wife.
Can't use her to hurt me, pal.
Sorry, she's already done all that.
How old's your daughter? Fourteen, fifteen? She got an appetite like her mother? I know what you did.
And what you got, motherfucker? A witness? Don't you bet on it.
What'd you say? - Hey.
What the fuck did you say? - Fish.
- Get the fuck out of here! - Enough.
What the fuck you looking at? How long has she been gone? So, you called it in and then you're just done with her? Uh-huh.
Yeah, well, it sounds like you don't give a fuck that your kid just disappeared.
- Fuck.
- What'd her parents say? They don't know where she's at.
Nadine's missing.
The prosecution was initially unaware of the arrest of Brenton Butler, the 15-year-old victim in the hit-and-run last month.
Ms.
Harper, is Brenton Butler's criminal record linked to his death? Brenton Butler has no criminal record.
The victim was arrested for possession in New York.
Any comment? Were you unaware of his criminal history? - 'Saiah, hear about Tricey? - Was arrested with a known She living on the streets.
Out of her car, 'Saiah.
She'd rather sleep in her car than in our bed, what am I supposed to do? What the hell is wrong with you, 'Saiah? Damn near killed yourself trying to keep me off the street, now you're gonna let Latrice live out there? How'd that work out? Keeping you off the streets? Keeping my son off the streets? I'm tired of it all.
Kind of beat down to the bone.
You know what I'm saying? You know what it's like getting off the bus after working a double shift, standing in front of your own front door so tired you don't even know you home? And for what? None of us asked for you to sacrifice, 'Saiah.
Not your wife, not your son.
None of us.
And who was gonna feed you all after Daddy died? You? You know what? You ain't never seen none of us more than a burden.
I paid what I owe, and I paid it over there watching women die, children die for ten years so you could have one less mouth to feed and one less body to worry about.
Holy man can't have his kin trapping, so what's he going to do? Enlist him.
And now you got all this freedom to tell me what I am and what I ain't.
Freedom? Look around you, boy.
I look like I'm free? I want to sit here.
Just sit here a while.
'Saiah, this ain't the time to What about Tricey? She knows where the front door is.
How the fuck could you not know the Butler kid had a record? He didn't have a record in New Jersey, it was in New York.
And he's a minor.
That information should have been sealed.
And it shouldn't matter if he's gang affiliated or not.
Quit acting like a babe in the woods, of course it matters.
Now we're protecting a common thug, a dime a dozen drug dealer.
When did you sell out exactly? Was it your first press conference or when the crowds started chanting your name? You got one case, KJ.
I've got an entire county to worry about.
It's easy to play boss when you're not one, when you've got no responsibilities.
Yeah, you're the one with responsibilities, like a star narcotics unit who's in bed with a major drug gang.
How do you think the press will react to that story? Your campaign's "Blue, black, and brown cleaning up crime" bullshit was at the hands of dirty cops.
What are you doing? Are you threatening me? You know what I want.
I need a crime scene expert on that car.
I have to narrow down the search.
Don't think for a minute that just because we have a history, I'm gonna do you any favors.
That is the last thing on my mind, believe me.
That's not my child.
- Mrs.
Butler.
- We need to do something about this! This is highly inappropriate.
- It's late.
I'm on my way home.
- This is slander! It's not slander because Brenton was actually arrested.
You were not truthful with me, Mrs.
Butler.
I didn't say anything because I didn't think you'd give Brenton a fair chance.
Those charges were ridiculous.
I mean, what, possession? He had just a couple of joints.
He's a teenage boy.
Teenagers, they do that stuff.
Let's wait until the criminal trial and then we'll see where things are.
You're such a liar.
You are.
You got my hopes up just to take them away.
Civil case juries like innocent victims, especially when it comes to the police.
I can't get good money for a dead banger.
I'm sorry, Mrs.
Butler.
Father God, I am so alone.
Please help me see the path you'd have me walk.
Father God, just help me.
Hey, brother.
Ain't this your stop? Nah, this ain't where I live.
You got the wrong place.
You sure you want to keep riding? We're heading back the same way we came.
You call me the minute you get this.
You hear me? I'm serious.
I'm not fucking around, Nadine.
I don't give a shit whatever it is you're doing, you just You call me.
Okay? Lizzie? Hey, girl.
Jackson? Nadine.
Jesus.
Ah.
I saw him waiting in the dark with my friend Janie's phone.
I was in my playhouse and I snuck out the back and I I mean, I know those woods like the back of my hand, so I ran, and when I got to the road I hitchhiked and I asked a guy to bring me here.
I didn't really know where else to go.
How'd you find my house? The truck driver let me use his phone to look it up.
I just kept feeling like he was right behind me, like like any second I'd turn around and he'd be there.
Well, you're safe here.
Okay? You don't gotta worry.
- We need to tell Connelly what he did.
- What, another cop? No.
- No, Fish - He's not a cop.
No way.
Look Fish, nobody else can know, okay? Just you and her because you trust her, but that's it.
I mean it.
Look, I'll testify for you.
Okay? But not if you tell anybody else.
Okay.
Okay, we'll keep this between us for now.
Thank you for your statement.
That took a lot of courage.
Will you get that guy? This will help.
- Try to get some rest.
- Yeah.
How old's your kid? Uh, your age, a little younger.
Then why does the room look like a third grader's with a gender crisis? You think she's funny? Mean.
Mean women.
- Get some sleep.
- Good night.
Where are you gonna be? I'm gonna be right out here.
I'll close the door halfway, okay? Want the lights on or off? On.
- Thanks, Fish.
- Goodnight.
Yeah, Stella, what is it? What'd you tell the boss? He finally cracked open the wallet.
Got us the crime scene guy.
Seriously? - The car was a SUV.
- Are you sure? What kind of SUV? Makes could be many including but not limited to Chevrolet, Jeep, Ford, Dodge, GMC, model years between 2004 and 2016.
And it gets even more specific.
Some guy called a few days ago about a dinged up blue SUV.
Said a cop's girlfriend was driving it.
You got a name for that girlfriend? What do you want? Detective Rinaldi.
JCPD.
We need to have a talk with the resident.
What about? Open the door, ma'am.
- Hi.
Are you Teresa Tonelli? - Yeah.
- Mind if we come in? Talk in private? - Yeah, I mind.
What's this about? We got a tip about a vehicle that you were driving.
- Does your boyfriend live here? - Wally? We broke up.
Why? Is he in trouble? If he is, I hope you put him away for life.
- So, you live alone then.
- Yeah, what's it to you? Do you know anything about a blue 2010 Ford Escape? I don't know anything about that.
Look, I gotta get back.
- I got something on the stove - Your boyfriend doesn't own a blue SUV? Is that what you're saying? Wally called in that tip, didn't he? He'd do anything to get me in trouble.
He's lying.
He said, she said.
What's your ex's full name? Wally Fucking Fuller.
"Wally Fucking Fuller.
" And you know where he stays at? Nah, I told you, we broke up.
I gotta go.
Hey.
You recall where you were the morning of February 15th? It was the day after Valentine's Day if that jogs your old memory.
Might have been crying in your beer over Wally.
I was at the hospital with my cousin, like all morning.
I remember because they had that stupid Valentine's bullshit all over the place.
- I hate that shit.
- What hospital? Bayonne.
My ziti's burning, I gotta go.
- Think she's hiding anything? - Hmm.
Why so protective over an ex-boyfriend she seems to hate? I don't know.
Maybe he's not an ex.
Who's that? Nobody.
Make me something to eat, I'm hungry.
Then we'll go for round 200.
I need my fuel, baby.
Know what I'm saying? - You always do.
- I always do.
What are you doing? - Where is his blue car? - We don't have a blue car.
- Stop coming.
I'm gonna call the police - I know he has a blue car! Where is it? I'm calling the police! Customer needs assistance on aisle two.
Customer needs assistance on aisle two.
He told me you'd be here.
I know it was you.
I know about your blue car.
And how you washed it off the morning after.
And how it just disappeared.
I know.
I've been waiting for this moment for a long time.
I thought I'd want to see you in handcuffs.
See them drag you through the streets, to pay for what you did to my son, but right now I just want to know if he was scared.
If he was in pain.
If he called out for me.
I need to know what those last minutes were for him.
Because if I know, then maybe I can bear this pain.
If I know, I can hold onto him.
Hold him inside me, I Those last seconds for him.
I just need to know.
Please tell me.
I'm sorry.
For whatever happened to your son.
But I had nothing to do with it.
You did.
You did it.
Say it.
Whatever happened is on you, not me.
What was he doing in that park anyway? And what kind of mother are you? You devil! You did it! Say what you did! Say it! Say what you did! - Say it! - Need assistance, sir? - You did it! - Please, ma'am.
Just calm down.
- You did it.
You did it.
Say it.
- Calm down! Say that you did it.
Just say it! You did it.
Say it! Shh, shh-shh.
It's okay.
It's all right.
Get outta here.
Get this piece of shit out of my fucking face! Let's go.
Hey, Manny, you got a minute? Not for a snitch.
Fuck out of my way.
Forget him, let's go back and talk to Teresa.
Nice truck.
Saw it at your girlfriend's.
You need to leave her alone.
She got nothing to do with it.
Nothing to do with what? We can give you a chance to help your girlfriend.
Whose SUV was she driving? Look, Manny, relax.
We checked you out.
We know you don't own an SUV.
We know Teresa doesn't own an SUV.
So, what piece of shit gave her that SUV that had just killed a kid to drive around in? Maybe someone was trying to set her up, let her take the fall.
You ever think about that? Maybe it was your BFF DiAngelo.
Accessory after the fact.
- Teresa's looking at five to seven years.
- She didn't do shit.
How do we know that if we don't have the car? I know what you're trying to do.
I don't know nothing about no SUV.
And on the real, begging Joe Q Public for tips means y'all don't know nothing either.
Probably a soda can by now anyway.
Somebody dumped the SUV in a scrapyard? - Did you? - I didn't dump shit nowhere.
- But someone did.
In a scrapyard.
- I didn't - You just said that.
- I didn't say nothing about a scrapyard.
You said some shit about a scrapyard.
Stop talking about a fucking scrapyard.
Okay.
Hey, thanks for the tip.
Here's my card, give me a call when you want to save your own ass.
- Or your girlfriend's.
- Yeah.
I'll wipe my ass with it.
- Maybe you should take some more then.
- Fuck you.
I guess we need to focus more on scrapyards, huh? It always this slow? Usually Limp Jim come by and get his piece.
Still? Man, lost one arm and he's still shooting that shit? Yeah, he's still got one arm to shoot a needle through.
Some shit just never change.
Damn, Father Time, jumpy as fuck.
I ain't shook.
Well, that's good.
Because out here, you jumping, that mean you ain't on your toes.
If you ain't on your toes, you might get got.
Don't try to school me on what I already know, young'un.
You think this shit's real? Them war movies they for real? Sometimes.
Most times we just be sitting around, hours, days, months waiting.
So, they just had you sitting around, waiting for nothing? Nothing happens until it do.
Brenton worked the corner too? He wasn't really cut out for this neither.
Talked about you though.
From time to time.
He worried.
With you being over there and all.
B had heart.
Mm-hmm.
Wasn't ever scared to share how he was feeling.
That's bravery, being like that, man.
More than this shit out here.
Listen, I gotta tell you something.
Listen, I got cash stashed at the house.
You hear me, Ma? A stack behind the vent in the living room and another one behind my bed.
That's for you.
Okay? You can pay the bills for the next six months, you don't gotta worry.
No, look, I can't talk no more, I gotta go.
Just make sure you give half of it to Jasmine, okay? Don't worry.
Mami Don't cry.
Okay.
I just gotta take care of something.
I'll call you.
Okay.
Hey.
What are you doing here? I, uh I want to talk.
Okay.
Got your kid in there? No, I'm alone.
I want my deal in writing from the assistant prosecutor before I talk.
That's fair.
I'll call her.
Uh, let's, uh let's meet at her office.
Wait here? I'll drive.
I gotta get my coat.
Nah.
I, uh I'll see you there.
Okay, it's on Newark Avenue.
- Yeah, I know where it is.
- Hey, Osorio.
You're doing the right thing.
Who was that? - We need to get you out of here now.
- What? No.
I want to stay.
Nadine, this isn't time to fuck around.
I'm serious.
Put your shoes on.
- Now! - Okay.
KJ, you're not gonna believe this.
We've got the weak link.
Are you good, Nadine? I gotta get going.
What, you got some lady troubles or a little indigestion? What's happening in there? What? Oh, no, no, no, no.
Hey, hey! I gotta get moving! Hey! Open the You Ohh.
Give me that shit.
What? Give it back, motherfucker! I'm not gonna testify if you don't! Not letting you shoot this into your veins! - I don't shoot, I smoke.
- Okay.
- It's not a big deal.
Give it - Yeah.
Knock it off! Just lie down, watch some TV, do some fucking thing.
What are you doing? What I'm talking to you! What the hell was that? - I see you.
- Huh? Looking at me, checking me out.
You want to fuck me? No.
Nadine.
- Got a real tight snatch.
- That's disgusting! - Will you knock it off? - I don't care! - I want my shit! - No.
Give me my shit! Give me my shit, you fucking old fuck! Stop! Stop.
Stop.
Shh, shh.
It's okay.
Please.
Please, I'll do whatever you want.
Okay? - I'll testify.
I just You have to - Shh.
You have to help me 'cause I'm gonna die.
No, you're not.
Just once.
Just one more time and then I'm done.
I'm done.
- I promise, okay? - I can't do that.
I'm sorry.
I can't do that.
Want the police to find you, want him to find you? What's the matter with you? Ow! God! Okay, okay, take it! Here, take it! You want to do it, go do it! What the fuck, bro? It's mad late, man.
DiAngelo lied.
He didn't kill her.
The witness, the girl she's still alive.
I saw her leaving Fish's house.
He's got her.
We gotta turn 'em in.
Tell 'em Jablonski did it and DiAngelo had us cover it up.
- Get the fuck out of here, bro.
- Listen to me, listen to me.
DiAngelo's lost his fucking mind and you know it.
It's up to us.
We gotta tell Medina.
Or else we're going to prison for something they did.
I ain't going nowhere.
I got insurance.
What the fuck you talking about? Got rid of his fucking truck, but Jablonski forgot about the grill guard.
DiAngelo told me to throw it in the trunk, throw it in the river.
Fuck that.
I kept it.
Still got blood on it too.
You don't gotta worry about that witness.
Jablonski's the one who's fucked.
Not us.
So fuck both of them.
It's me and you now.
Fish, where are you? Where's Osorio? I've been waiting here for hours.
Just What's going on? Fuck.
Where's your guy? He's not here yet.
It's been over three hours.
I know.
He get cold feet? No.
No, that that's not what's happening.
Fish swore he'd be here.
Why didn't he bring him himself? It's complicated.
Witnesses go south all the time.
You know that.
This is supposed to be over.
- It was so close.
- KJ.
It's all so fucked.
It's all falling apart.
Stop.
I can't.
I can't fail.
There is too much riding on this.
You lost the battle, not the war.
Okay, I've been where you are dozens of times.
- I don't need the self-help talk.
- You are a good lawyer, KJ.
You're doing a good thing.
Even if you make things complicated for me.
This is the KJ I know.
A fighter.
Um I'm I'm sorry about how I spoke to you.
I didn't mean it.
It's just It's just that each day I wake up and it lands on me.
Every day, like it's the first time, and I just I can't stand it.
I know who he is.
I know where he lives, I know where he works.
I know his name.
I need you to get me a gun.
I need to kill the man that killed my child.