[Seth] Trice.
You got to pull it together.
Are you gonna help me, yes or no?
I ain't gonna get you no gun. No. Hell no!
Don't take a righteous tone with me.
How am I supposed to live with this?
Knowing that he's out there, living his life,
loving on his child.
What about mine?
Taking this out on the street, Tricey, that ain't you. It's not you.
What do you know what's me and what's not me? Huh?
You don't even have a child!
Until you got a child that's laid out in front of you, you don't know anything.
I don't know how to help you anymore, Tricey.
I don't know.
I'll find another way.
I'll do what I gotta do!
[breath trembling]
[gasps]
-What are you doing here? -What did Petey do?
What?
Manny and Osorio were whispering about some witness,
about turning Petey in. What the fuck did he do?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I didn't tell you, but when I moved my stuff out of Wally's house,
he-- he went fucking crazy on me.
And these cops came by my house, asking about his car.
His blue SUV. Why?
What's going on?
Marie. Look at me!
You're always complaining about him, and I'm sick of it.
That kid in the park...
it was Pete who killed him?
Don't-- Don't use that word in my house.
And don't look at me like that. You know my husband's a good man.
How could he do that to a kid?
He was just a kid.
You always hated him.
You never leave him alone.
You're just jealous, 'cause you don't have anyone.
There's something wrong with Pete.
Like in his heart.
When are you gonna see that?
[door opens]
[door closes]
[line ringing]
[man] We want justice!
[protestors yelling indistinctly]
[man 2] When are we gonna find out the truth about Brenton Butler?
[man 3] Who killed Brenton?
You, motherfucker? You?
[protestors continue yelling indistinctly]
You rat out another cop, you're gonna be waiting on a bullet,
looking over your shoulder the rest of your days.
-That's a bad fucking play. -That a threat?
That's common sense.
The witness, the one you said you took care of? I seen her.
She's in police custody. Save your fucking breath.
-You seen her, you did nothing? -Yeah, I don't kill kids.
Neither do I.
Would you fucking look at this shit, man?
It ain't fucking going anywhere.
We had nothing to do with it. That's on you and Jablonski.
Yeah, you think you know what this shit looks like moving forward?
Can't even keep your fucking bird from chirping.
-Fuck you talking about? -Fucking Teresa.
-You said she was asleep. -She fucking knows.
Her cousin Marie called me.
So you listen to me.
Ratting out Jablonski won't do shit.
And once you rat...
all that money you got used to having...
Jasmine got used to spending on herself and Pearl, that's fucking gone.
See how long your baby mamas stick around for this shit pay.
-Get yourself a job mowing lawns. -Ain't no other way, man.
Yeah, there's a way.
Jablonski disappears, we're all in the clear.
Now you're talking about offing a cop? You fucking crazy?
Like you did that fucking witness, right?
He's gonna go far, far, away,
out of the city, out of this fucking state, gone,
and all this shit is gone.
And us...
we go back to what it was.
Just us.
Just like before.
[man] You're liars! You're all just a bunch of liars!
We get a bigger cut of Messiah's kickback. Three points to each of us to your two.
No more talking, no negotiating. That's the deal.
You got 24 hours to get him out of here. After that, we go to the captain.
[man 2] Don't hide behind those badges!
[protestors] No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!
What about the fucking witness?
[Fish sniffles]
I just want to know why do you do it.
Because it's the best fucking feeling I've ever had.
You're gonna OD one of these days.
You know that's a possibility, right?
I don't shoot, I smoke.
Cigarettes will kill you faster than smoking a little junk.
Where are you going?
Stay or go, it's up to you, but I'm-- I'm done.
Look, Fish...
[door closes]
Hey.
How'd it go?
Shit, what?
-What? -Osorio no-showed.
-Come on. -Like you.
Where were you?
I called and I texted and I went to your house.
The kid-- The kid, she became demonic.
She smashed my phone, she went nuts.
I couldn't-- I couldn't control her. I had to stay.
Come on.
Where are you going?
We are gonna go and we're gonna find him.
And we're gonna get a confession together. Come on.
-I'm driving. Slow it down. -Okay.
If the crowd continues to grow,
we will be administering de-escalation tactics.
So, for the next 48 hours, I'm gonna need all hands on deck.
You'll be getting your rotation schedule shortly if you haven't already.
Our aim:
calming the subjects
and working towards the safety of officers and the community.
What the hell happened?
I did a gut check. It don't feel right. Whatever.
Maybe not now, but look, you had the right idea. Let's go outside and talk.
Look, I get the feeling you're a good guy,
but in this district, you're considered a fucking cancer, so...
So you're scared?
Oh, cool. Thanks. Yeah, that was a good talk.
Yo, that's my man Osorio right there.
Fucking prick.
[protestors yelling indistinctly]
[man] Yeah, you! Yeah! Dirty cop!
[crowd chanting] Justice! Justice! Justice! Justice!
[engine starts]
Justice! Justice! Justice! Justice! Justice! Justice! Justice!
[Pete] What are you doing here?
Wilcox and Osorio are gonna turn you in.
You got a 24-hour window to get out of the city.
[Marie] Teresa heard them talking.
He's right, Petey, we gotta go.
You fucking call him before coming to me?
'Cause you don't do anything!
And I feel like an animal,
trapped in my own house, never knowing who's gonna show up.
Enough! Enough.
Where are we supposed to go?
Arizona, Mexico, the fucking moon?
We can't just leave.
But we'll be together, babe.
Just you, me, and Mikey. That's all that matters.
This is to help make it a little easier.
This ain't enough.
You got no idea how much a baby costs.
This isn't gonna last more than a few months.
Marie, enough.
I'll take care of us.
I'm gonna go pack.
-If I'd just done the right thing-- -This is on me.
Not you. I made the decision.
'Cause in that moment...
all I knew, with certainty, is that you're a good man.
Above all things, that was clear.
But protecting that is not cut and dry. It's a fucking minefield.
Lift your fucking head.
Lift your head.
Hey.
You gotta understand, for both our sakes...
you are still that guy.
But for now, you gotta take this opportunity...
and go.
I'm sorry.
[door opens]
[door closes]
You should've gotten his confession last night.
You have no idea what I went through.
-Nadine was there, he might have seen her. -You fucked up.
That is the bottom line. And we were close.
-Ongoing investigation, shit happens. -Fucking bitch!
Hey, hey!
-[KJ] What the fuck? -You are nothing to him!
-Nothing! You're just his slut! His whore! -Hey.
I am his wife! Me! Not you!
-Cool it! Get out of here. Walk away. -Don't you fucking touch me!
-You are nothing to him! -Hey.
She fucks my husband and she's the victim?
Fuck you!
Fuck you both.
[KJ sniffles]
Don't just sit there.
Want me to say it's wrong to fuck other people's spouses? It's wrong.
So fucking what?
Okay.
You think I care?
I'm a bad person.
I fuck other people's husbands, and I'm a drunk,
and I leave little kids to die.
What?
What are you talking about?
[sniffles] [whispers] Just...
I could have checked.
I could have called somebody to check.
Check what? What the fuck are you talking about?
This-- This gang kid I put away.
And he never made bail.
His baby brother and his sister were in their apartment alone for a week,
locked in.
And the little one...
the baby, he starved to death.
God, I saw those photos.
There were...
scratch marks...
on the door where Tasha, the girl...
had tried to reach the deadbolt.
And...
bite marks on the spaghetti cans
where she had tried to open them to save her brother.
Everything I do, I cause damage.
Everything.
Is this the part where I cry because I understand you better?
'Cause I'm not, and I don't.
If being a fuck up helps you justify your bullshit, don't let me get in your way.
[protestors yelling indistinctly]
[crowd chanting] Justice for Brenton Butler! Stop killing us!
Justice for Brenton Butler! Stop killing us! Justice for Brenton Butler! Stop killing us!
[cries out]
You okay, hon?
I'm fine.
You're Brenton Butler's mother, ain't you?
[man] We want justice!
[crowd] Justice for Brenton Butler!
[exhales]
Oh, God. Go away.
I'm not talking to reporters or whoever you are.
I lost my son too.
I know what you're going through.
When they killed my Duane, I checked out too.
Couldn't eat, work, sleep.
I couldn't even pray no more.
Thinking every day,
every moment of every day,
how he must've cried out for me,
how he must've wondered where his mama was.
I won't lie.
Duane had his run-ins with the police.
When they encountered him the last time, he had a gun on him for protection.
They left him to die out on the street like a dog.
They found Brenton in a ditch.
He was alive and they just...
they just left him.
I don't...
I don't even know what to do anymore.
[sighs]
You gotta forgive.
It was the only way I survived.
By forgiving the man who took my son from me.
It was the only way.
And then I got to hold up other mothers, see them through their pain.
-No, no, no, no. -There's so many of us out there. You and me, we're not the same.
I need to go,
and I need you to get out of my car, please.
There's a bereavement group over on Duncan--
I said please.
[door shuts]
[Osorio] He's gotta have her in there. [woman on TV] Oh, please!
Oh, darling, I've missed you so.
Meko!
Fuck!
Who?
I need a favor, Allie. Please.
What did you do now?
You're gonna stay here now.
What? Why?
If they find you, they'll kill you. That's why they followed me to the motel.
But we're like on Long Island.
I offered to take you home.
My parents won't let me testify.
And so we're here, 150 miles out of harm's way.
Now this is what's gonna happen. No drinking, no drugs, no internet,
no cell phone, no bullshit.
The lady who lives here is a cop.
She knows a con when she sees one.
So unless you want to end up at child protective services,
you're gonna listen to her.
At night, not gonna leave your room for any reason, not to take a piss.
During the day, when she's at work,
you're gonna spend your time volunteering at a local kennel.
What the fuck?
I'll show you how to get to the kennel, how to get home. But you run on me...
you're on your own.
And now let me introduce you to my ex-wife. Come on.
Let's go, come on.
Listen. Listen, I want that gun. Seth. You're gonna get that for me, right?
Fuck, man! I told you I ain't helping you with that shit!
I'm not gonna be like her, talking about forgiveness!
I'm not gonna betray my son with that nonsense.
You're gonna help me.
What the--?
Listen, when he looked at me, all he saw was just another welfare queen
who surrendered her child to the streets.
He couldn't care less about what he did!
Latrice, once you cross that line, you're forever on the other side of it.
Well, then you know where to find me.
[dogs barking]
I like dogs, but damn, he fucking reeks.
Hey, don't say that. She can totally hear you, and she's gorgeous.
Aren't you, Whiskey? Yes, you are.
-You didn't go off premises, did you? -No.
-Can I come back tomorrow? -Yeah, but we gotta go, the ex is waiting.
She loses her mind if you're a minute late to her fucking dried-out pot roast.
Why is she your ex?
-Cause' she is. Come on. -Does your daughter want a dog?
We're not taking Whiskey with us. Let's go.
No, listen. She's a good dog, okay? She's a great dog. She's like--
She's one of those dogs that'll fight for you harder than anyone
and lose their life to save yours,
'cause she knows what it's like to be sad and scared and alone.
And she'll never give up on you, even if everyone else does.
I can just tell. Can't you?
I'll think about it, okay?
Okay.
-Let's go. Put her in the hole. Come on. -Fine, fine.
[kissing] Come on, Whiskey. Bad man won't let us take you with us.
I'd have had more respect for 'em if they put a bullet in his head,
but they just left him there.
He didn't have no shoes on.
They just left him there waiting to die in his socks.
That's my blood they spilt.
And I know who the motherfucker is that did him.
Five-O.
So I'd like to get what I came for and be on my way. Killing a cop? Hell no.
Be a moratorium on business.
Then killing a nigga's okay for business?
I didn't make the rules.
Nah, you just abide by them.
My nigga, if you see a weak man sitting here in this chair,
your eyes are deceiving you.
You ain't no body snatcher.
Unless war changed you.
Oh, you got that PTSD?
What, you gonna go all John Rambo and kill the motherfucker
and disappear into the woods or some shit?
[laughing]
Why you still standing here?
'Cause I can.
Unlike you.
Unlike my nephew that laid in that ditch.
And the nigga that crippled you,
what became of him?
That's the game.
That's how it's played.
Go hit up them corners before I take that away from you too.
Is it true they left him to die out here?
He didn't die right away.
He was a strong kid.
And he hung on for a while.
I think sometimes the dying do that.
Give us a chance to say goodbye.
You know something.
Teresa...
I know what it's like to want absolution
and to need to be forgiven for the things we've done.
Please talk to me.
I was driving my cousin to the hospital.
-I told you. -You're not telling me everything.
I had to 'cause her husband was at work.
He showed up later.
And then...
then I went to work, after her husband came.
Teresa, please.
I told you already! You're not listening to me!
[door opens]
Better not be YouTube cat videos. I hate cats.
Security cam footage from Bayonne hospital
the morning of the hit-and-run.
So... there's Teresa and her pregnant cousin,
arriving in the parking lot at 6:45 a.m., just like she told us.
Another camera caught her inside the hospital.
Teresa leaves 45 minutes later at 7:30 a.m.
So maybe from there she plowed down the kid.
Brenton had to have been hit earlier
because of the degree of frostbite on his body, and Teresa's car is silver.
So why are we looking at this?
Well, what if the cousin is the one who hit Brenton?
-What's her name? -That's what we have to find out.
We need to pull hospital records and find out what she drives
and look into Teresa's alibi after she left the hospital.
She said she went to work.
I'm on it, boss.
I'm just asking, what are you gonna be doing besides ordering me around?
Get to work. Find the cousin.
Hey, listen, if, um...
If you ever need to talk about that thing...
I know how I reacted.
It's just, kids starving, that's um--
Thanks.
[dog barking in distance]
I've been getting some complaints from my folks
about your officers being a little too aggressive on the streets.
You need to honor the same protections I extend to your people.
What the fuck you talking about?
I put the brakes on a dirt-nap a disgruntled employee had in the works
for your man Jablonski.
It seems to me like you did yourself the favor.
Nobody touches police.
Regardless,
as a businessman, it'd be foolish of me not to seize this opportunity.
I say we let nature take its course.
Let your man Jablonski get what's coming to him.
Clear the books of all this shit.
Jersey City don't become fucking Ferguson and we get back to business.
Let's get something straight here,
'cause you got this whole arrangement confused.
Nobody touches police. Do you hear me?
If it's blue, you and your fucking kind,
you clear the whole fucking sidewalk the moment you think you see us coming.
We run the shit here!
You just lease out space.
If Jablonski so much as catches a fucking cold,
I am coming back here,
I'm gonna make sure you join those other loud-mouthed niggas
at the bottom of the Hudson River who thought they had something to say.
I hope we understand each other.
-[phone vibrates] -Get the fuck out of my way.
[rap music playing]
-Hey, what you need? -[Isaiah] Need to holler at Kadeuce.
-Yo, Kadeuce! -Tell 'em to back away.
You remember this day?
Now, I made my peace with God,
so whatever happens out on this corner doesn't matter to me.
I need you to tell me what you know about my boy.
You didn't want to know about him when he was here, so I ain't got shit for you.
So whatever you're gonna do, go ahead and do it.
Otherwise get the fuck off my corner.
No!
This ain't about business.
We don't need that shit out here.
Go feed the streets. Get this money.
If I didn't take time to know him then, I'll do whatever it takes to know him now.
I wanted to protect him. I didn't want him to be like everybody--
Like what?
Like me?
I guess nothing about me has really changed, huh?
Still hand to mouth. Bullshit and roaches everywhere I lay my head.
I guess I'm everything you thought I'd be, Mr. Butler.
But the person you saw back then was your savior tonight. Don't get it twisted.
Your God ain't got shit to do with this.
You can thank Brenton for that.
If you live long enough to get out of this life,
you'll realize it was God that touched your heart and used you.
Used me?
Wouldn't make him no different than any other man in my life.
I never used you.
No.
That would've meant you actually saw some value in me.
Brenton wasn't built for this.
It was like trying to prevent a lamb from becoming a lion.
No need, it ain't in his nature.
Is that what he saw in you, a lion?
Then what?
[Pete] You want a beer?
-Yes or no? A simple question. -What the fuck you still doing here?
I ain't gonna run.
So you're gonna spend the rest of your life behind bars, huh?
You are making the biggest fucking mistake of your life.
No, I did that when I listened to you.
Take your money.
I'm gonna be a father.
You know, I had shit for an example, but that don't mean I gotta repeat it.
I'm not him.
I ain't a coward. I ain't running.
When everything...
Everything's gonna be like it was before.
[Pete sobs quietly]
[whispers] Nothing is ever gonna be like it was before.
Fuck! Fuck! Motherfuck!
[grunting]
Messiah, it's me.
Jablonski...
let it happen.
-[Latrice] Why are we here? -[dog whimpers]
Seth. Seth.
Want to know what it's like to take a life?
[cocks gun]
Shoot the dog.
No.
You're gonna tell me you can't shoot no dog
but you're gonna step up on a man and kill him?
Shoot it.
Two hands, arms strong.
Get up close, ensure the kill, not just injure it.
You gotta put the gun to its head.
-Shoot it. -[stammers] Shut up.
Do it now.
-[dog growls] -If you're gonna kill it, just kill it.
You see what it's like up close? Think this is easy? Do it.
Do it now, Tricey!
Do it now!
[growling]
[dog panting]
-No! -[dog yelps]
[dog whining, panting]
[chains rattling] Go on. Get.
[sirens wailing in distance]
[news anchor speaking indistinctly]
Then what the fuck am I paying you for? If he's short, that's a problem.
-[knocking on door] -Look, if you can't hand--
Hold up.
Look, let me call you back.
Boric acid, for the roaches.
The stuff works, but it's best I show you.
How you find me?
You got some customers that needed ten dollars
more than they wanted to keep your address to themselves.
I didn't see your value, but my son did.
That means something to me.
You want to spread a dusting.
Most fools make the mistake of leaving a line.
Nah, roaches walk around that.
You want them to walk through it.
Get it on them.
Then when they lick themselves clean, they ingest it.
It poisons their stomach.
You know a lot about roaches, huh?
[chuckles] Unfortunately.
You keep your place clean though.
I thought I was gonna have to point out their attraction to crumbs.
-Yeah, I like my shit tight. -[chuckles]
Yeah.
Brenton wasn't like that in the same regard.
If this is tight, he kept his room loose.
Real loose.
Yeah. It ain't much, but it works for now.
And what about tomorrow?
I got plans.
I wrote down this Thomas Edison quote.
He's the light bulb dude.
Something like...
"Vision without executing it is just a hallucination."
You know, you got to put your plan into action.
I mean, this shit here is temporary.
By the time I'm your age, I'll probably have like two houses
-and my own ranch or something. -[chuckles]
All right. You want to give it a shot?
I'll supervise.
-Mess up my stomach? -Not unless you plan to eat it.
Yeah, maybe show me again.
Yeah, you're a businessman.
You gonna show me or what?
Yeah, I'll show you.
The room's paid for, so you ain't got to sleep in that funky-ass car no more.
Gotta yourself some quiet here.
Find some peace.
Let Isaiah know where you're at.
[opens drawer] [closes drawer]
I took the clip out.
So you ain't gotta be bothering yourself with no more ideas about that gun.
I plead with Brenton every night in my dreams.
I say to him, "Baby, what were you doing out there?"
And then he says, "Mom, I was waiting for you.
But you never came.
You never came."
Tricey, you ain't no killer, so this ain't something to lament.
Then I got nothing left.
Nothing.
You say I ought to find peace.
Where?
Where am I gonna find that now?
[baby crying]
[crying stops]
[protestors chanting]
-No justice! -No peace!
[protestors continue chanting]
[DiAngelo] Excuse me.
-Get them the fuck out of here. -Go ahead.
Crazy fucking shit, huh?
Captain called in every cop in the district. It's going down.
He's gone. It's over.
Where'd he go?
I did what I said I'd fucking do. It's over.
[protestors continue chanting]
Teresa's alibi from after the hospital checks out.
She was at the hair salon in Bayonne by 8:00 a.m.
Some octogenarian who needed a perm.
Her boss says that her day was packed with hair shit until five.
And who's her pregnant cousin?
Hospital won't release the records.
-Confidentiality bullshit. -[toy plays "Pop! Goes The Weasel"]
I'll serve them with a grand jury subpoena.
Probably won't have anything until the morning.
If Teresa had social media accounts, she deleted them. Hey. Do you mind?
[music stops]
A riot's breaking out, this dipshit's playing with a toy.
Get the fuck off my desk. Get ready! Don't you see what's going on?
-Are you kidding me? -You kidding me?
-Back off. -Go fuck yourself! You're an asshole!
Am I the only one that thinks it's weird that Wilcox has a toy?
Toys are appropriate for children, and he's a child, so...
But why does he have that thing?
Why? You want to borrow it? You're bad as the rest of them.
There was cake from a baby shower thing when I first got here.
And Osorio said that one of the guys on his team just had a-- had a baby,
and that's why the cake.
Okay. Wait, so-- Wilcox with this toy.
Wilcox doesn't have a kid. DiAngelo doesn't have a kid.
Osorio...
He's got a four-year-old daughter.
But he said that someone on the team had just had a baby. Teresa said that her pregnant cousin's husband was working that morning
and that's why he couldn't take her to the hospital.
And she kept making a point of it, like she kept talking about the husband.
-Pull up the parking lot footage. Now. -Mmm.
No, she said he came later. You have to fast-forward past this.
Okay.
[KJ] Stop.
Blue SUV.
-Get it with the lobby. -Yeah.
[KJ] Back it up. Stop.
[Fish] That's him.
That's our boy.
-Where's the printer? -Already on it.
Stay here. See if you can match the photo and get a name.
I'll take a copy to Latrice.
-How'd you know-- -Your husband told me you were here.
We need to talk.
Please.
Um...
Is this the man you saw in your son's room?
I don't know.
You know. But you won't tell me, and there's a difference.
Look at him and tell me this isn't the man who killed your son.
Don't you want him to pay? For what he did to you, your family?
Your son?
He will.
What did you say?
-You gotta go. Get out of my room. -What did you do?
-Tell me what you did to him. -Who cares?
Who cares?
Nobody cared about what happened to my son!
He was just another black boy that was laying out there just waiting to die.
No one cared. No one came for him. No one!
He's gonna get what he deserves.
He's gonna pay, believe me.
And he will.
But not this way.
If you want him to pay, and I mean really pay,
he needs to look you in your eyes and say it.
Say what he did.
Because if he doesn't, the others--
and there were others at that ditch that morning...
they'll go free.
And they will never pay for what they did to your son, to you.
So, please, Mrs. Butler,
is this the man you saw in your son's hospital room?
His name is Peter Jablonski.
[exhales]
What is it, Mrs. Butler?
Who are you here to see?
[Seth] Officer Peter Jablonski.
He know what this is about?
Yeah. He does.
Have a seat.
[woman] My brother was 12 years old!
Twelve years old and they shot him down dead!
And the man who killed him,
the cop who put a gun to my baby brother's head
and took his life is free today!
Justice!
Now!
Justice!
[phone vibrates]
Rinaldi.
[KJ] His name is Peter Jablonski. J-A-B-L-O-N-S-K-I.
I have unis en route to his house.
The uncle, Seth Butler, is unaccounted for and he has a gun.
He's looking for him.
Fish, please, let's avoid any more heartache for this family.
[protestors yelling indistinctly]
Hey, anyone seen an Officer Jablonski around? He's got a visitor.
Uh...
Uh, I-I got it.
I don't think I ever thanked you for your service, did I?
Air Force, yeah? What do they call you guys? Like Zoomies?
[nervous chuckle]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Listen, listen, listen.
We got him.
So, if you got a clear head, you're gonna surrender that weapon.
I ain't surrendering shit.
-[man on bullhorn] What do we want? -[crowd] Justice!
-When do we want it? -Now!
-What do we want? -Justice!
-When do we want it? -Now!
[protestors continue chanting]
All right. Well, here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna get yourself killed.
You know what's some shit?
If I die overseas, I'm a hero.
But if I catch a bullet in my own streets, I'm a thug.
And ain't neither one of those the truth.
You called my nephew a thug.
You and all the rest.
It's true. I did.
How's it feel?
Being the one on the working end of a Glock?
Being a prisoner on your own streets?
Do you hear them out there?
These ain't our streets.
This ain't my country.
I was a fool to ever believe it was.
I came here to do one thing.
And that's to meet the man who killed my nephew.
Deliver him a message.
Cops lives matter! Cops lives matter! Cops lives matter!
-What do we want? -Justice!
-When do we want it? -Now!
-What do we want? -Justice!
-When do we want it? -Now!
[protestors continue chanting]
[officer over bullhorn] You are in violation of a peaceful assembly.
You must disperse immediately.
[officer continues indistinctly]
You know that's not gonna happen.
'Cause he's not here.
Give me the gun.
He needs to look at what he did.
-He needs to know what he did. -No, you don't want to do that.
I want him to see...
-I want him to see... -Just don't.
...who Brenton was.
Not a thug.
Not a punk.
Not just some black kid on the street. Just... Just a kid.
They got his mug shot on every TV and paper,
and they think they know who he is, but they don't.
This... is who Brenton Butler was.
May I?
Hey, hey, hey. Listen. Go home, okay?
-[glass breaks] -[people scream]
[overlapping chatter]
[officer] You are in violation of a peaceful assembly.
-We want justice! -That's right!
We're staying!
We want justice!
[overlapping shouts]
Yeah!
This is for Brenton! This is for Brenton!
[shouting]
-[woman screams] -Hey, Wilcox! Stop!
No, chill! Manny! Manny, come on, man!
There!
Run!
[overlapping shouts]
[KJ] Fish, we missed him.
He's gone.
His wife tipped him off when unis got here.
I called Connelly. He is notifying Medina.
Arrest the others.
-[sirens wailing nearby] -[low indistinct chatter]
-Thanks. -Good job.
Medina wants a word with both of you.
Yeah, Sarge. You know what about?
Come with me.
Pete Jablonski.
He was driving the blue Ford that hit the kid.
But that's not what killed him.
What killed Brenton Butler is called depraved indifference.
Stand up and turn around.
It's your career.
Please tell me you at least fucked her by now.
I'm guessing that's a no.
Let's go.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[sighs]
You shouldn't be here.
Seth?
He was at the district, but he is fine.
He wasn't arrested.
And him?
We got the other three.
He can't have gone far.
We put out a BOLO and we will find him.
But in the meantime, you should go home.
I'll call you as soon as I hear anything, okay?
[engine stops]
[KJ scoffs]
-I just want to say goodbye to my son. -[officer] Go, go.
-[officers speak indistinctly] -Petey!
[officer] Put your hands against the car, sir, right now.
I can't allow that.
You're under arrest, Officer Jablonski.
-[officer 1] Here we go. -[officer 2] All right.
Okay. Watch your head.
-[indistinct radio chatter] -[engine starts]