[Horns honking in distance]
♪♪
[Spray-paint can rattling]
♪♪
[Protesters shouting]
No justice, no peace! No justice, no peace!
Woman: Traitor! Traitor!
[Indistinct shouting]
Judas!
...no peace!
No justice, no peace!
[Voices fading] No justice, no peace!
[Indistinct whispers]
[Door creaks]
You doing this?
Gives a whole new meaning to "gun for hire."
What does the state say about bail, Ms. Motherwell?
It's hard to imagine a more egregious breach of trust
than a serving police officer
beating a member of the public to death.
The accused is in an emotionally fraught state of mind,
which makes him a real flight risk.
Flight risk?
We're all here right now, Your Honour,
because Officer Logan walked into a police station
to give himself up.
He wants to be here.
My client wants his day in court.
How that makes him a flight risk I have no idea.
I got to say the state is also concerned
for the accused's own safety.
He's not safe, and you want to put him in County?
That's "Alice in Wonderland" logic, Your Honour.
A police officer at County is a walking target,
and this police officer, under these circumstances --
They're trying to kill me.
What was that?
They're gonna kill me.
♪♪
$3 million D-bond.
I'm assuming he doesn't have the 300K up front, Counsellor.
No, no, Your Honour. Then I am entrusting the accused
to the safekeeping of the fine men and women
of Cook County Sheriff's Department.
[Gavel bangs] Next.
They got to her. They got to her.
Let's go.
♪♪
Uh, liquidate my pension. Maybe, uh --
M-Maybe a loan from the patrolmen's credit union.
Can you help me with that?
A police institution getting a call from me?
That's not gonna help, Logan. How long?
W-What? Until the trial.
We need more evidence. We're not ready.
How can I do that while I'm in here? What do you expect me to do?
Come on, Logan, give me something to work with!
I don't know!
Logan, you gotta give me something to work with.
You gotta give me something.
[Sighs] Something.
"Tweet."
Tweet? Let's go.
Tweet. One second.
Leon Perkins.
He goes by Tweet. He's B-Brannigan's informant.
He can corroborate the dirty warrant, the drug bust. He'll talk to me?
And he definitely has a record.
You should be able to pull his jacket,
and can you do something else for me?
Can you stop calling me Logan?
Did you ever call Moses Johnson "Johnson"?
[Buzzer]
[Cellphone chimes]
♪♪
Shit.
♪♪
♪ Chicago ♪
♪ Where the dollar and blue collar go hand in hand ♪
♪ City of Dreams so big ♪
♪ Nightmares don't stand a chance ♪
♪ A concrete paradise where roses grow ♪
♪ See the smile from a child ♪
♪ Light up the Magnificent Mile ♪
♪ And melt the coldest snow ♪
♪ This is home ♪
♪ Find the brightest minds on these dark streets ♪
♪ See the heart and soul on these old blocks ♪
♪ Where we grow, we call it the Go ♪
♪ 'Cause we don't stop ♪
[Police radio chatter]
Your insurance will need this for any claims.
You know, I almost wonder if you paid for this paint job
to get the public attention I know you crave so much.
Who the hell do you think you're talking to?
You can pull that out there, but you're not gonna
come in here talking to me like that.
You know, for two seconds,
I thought you would pay for what you did to Moses Johnson.
But no.
You still out here being a bully,
acting with impunity.
The department refuses to cut off the gangrenous limb
no matter how much you stink.
[Door opens]
But my community sees you.
We're coming for you, and we're gonna bring you down.
Now get out of my office.
Tell you what.
We catch who did this,
I know a lawyer who doesn't give a damn who he represents.
Frater: Hey, w-what's impunity mean?
You don't need to know what it means.
Counselor.
Franklin: What happened?
David. Dad.
Look at what they wrote.
Look what they said about Mom. Scary!
David. Listen to Mom.
David, go in the office.
I'll be there in a minute.
I'm coming, okay?
I'm coming.
Are you okay? See what they wrote?
I-I'm sorry.
Please, look at it.
Look at it.
Look at what they wrote.
Look, look.
Look at what they wrote.
Why are you sorry?
If I've done anything to make -- Ugh.
"If you've done anything."
If -- If you've done anything th-that -- that -- that, um...
[Clears throat] That's not sorry.
Because if you were sorry, you'd stop doing it.
Right?
And you're not gonna stop doing it, are you, Franklin?
[Sighs]
You're hurting us.
You know.
It's -- It's the last thing that I-I --
Hurt you? Hurt us?
I-I -- Martha... You know, I-I think you think --
I think you think there's -- there's conscience in this man.
But it's not conscience. It's -- It's guilt.
But you call it conscience because it --
it's more noble to call it conscience
because it makes you feel better for --
for standing up for this racist piece of shit!
Martha. What? What?
You don't like that language?
Is that insulting? Who are you?
It's not about me, Martha.
Who are you?!
You know, David could've been here when this happened.
You know that, right?
He didn't sign up for this.
You didn't ask me. You didn't ask him.
So if you gonna do this, you're gonna do this on your own.
Us? No.
W-What are you saying?
[Sobbing]
[Coughs]
[Sobs]
You got to stay away from your family.
♪♪
[Clears throat]
♪♪
[David groaning lightly]
♪♪
Review Officer: Do you have a history of mental illness?
Johnny: No.
Any family member have a history of mental illness?
No.
Have you ever thought about suicide
or tried to harm yourself?
No, never.
What gender do you identify as?
Um, I'm -- I'm -- I'm straight.
Male, Irish. Okay.
Based on the information the inmate has provided
and other details in his file,
I'm recommending that he be placed on suicide watch.
Suicide watch?
I'm not suicidal. I-I just told you that.
We're taking other factors into consideration.
You said "information that the inmate provided."
I didn't -- You have a right to appeal this decision
at your status hearing 14 days from now.
Jesus Christ, 14 days? Corrections Officer: Let's go!
Arms out.
♪♪
Hands.
♪♪
Nine inches.
They say nine inches in 12 months.
Shoreline.
Every year the lake eats away at the city a little more.
What's the word for that?
Erosion? Yeah.
Erosion.
Logan.
I had high hopes.
We all did.
Is this when you tell me you've got this under control?
I've got this under control.
♪♪
Who was that guy?
Canute.
Crazy king who thought he could hold back the water
because he was royalty.
Only everybody gets the story wrong.
Old King Canute wasn't saying he could hold back water.
He was saying the opposite.
"I'm only a king.
The tide is the tide."
♪♪
This is Chicago. It's a lake.
Hmm?
There is no tide.
♪♪
[Indistinct conversations]
Hey, fellas.
Is, uh, Tweet here today?
Hey, you that lawyer.
Which lawyer is that?
Ayo, check it out.
Ain't this the dude from TV,
repping the cop that killed that brother in Bridgeport?
-Yeah. -That's him.
Second ago, you was all about Moses Johnson.
Now you riding with twelve? I'm still the same guy.
I'm still looking out for the neighbourhood. That's why I'm here.
Go on somewhere with that slick talk, bro. Listen.
I'm -- I'm just trying to find Leon Perkins --
uh, uh, Tweet.
Hey, Uncle Tom right here.
Lenny: Everybody back up.
Back up. I got this fool.
-Sellout, man! -[All murmuring]
Let's keep it moving, old man.
-This Oreo lookin' ass man. -You better walk on.
I'm looking for Tweet. You know where I can find him?
I saw the work you put in for Moses.
You saved that young brother's life.
Some superhero shit, for real. Earned my respect.
Which buys you one last favour. Then you better be gone.
Whatever you trying to do, you need to keep it away from here.
You feel me?
Yes. Okay.
Roseland.
Three flat on 107th and King.
That's where Tweet's girl live.
Okay, thank you.
Thank you so much.
Ayo, ball!
[Indistinct shouting]
[R&B music plays]
♪♪
Uh, yes, may I speak to the manager, please?
Hey, how can I help?
Hi, I'm Martha Roberts, alderwoman of the fifth.
This is my ward.
Oh, well, I'm Charlie Patterson, resident of the fifth,
and this is my club.
Okay, quick question for you, Charlie.
How are you gonna operate without a liquor license?
I don't understand. Martha.
It's Ms. Roberts.
And you can't sell liquor without my seal of approval.
Oh, an actual seal? Yes, actual seal.
Like...
♪♪
...this?
♪♪
[Siren wailing in distance]
[Muffled conversations, music]
[Knock on door] [Hip-hop music plays]
♪♪
Reynata?
Who wants to know?
I'm, uh -- I'm not a cop.
I'm -- I'm a lawyer.
S-Somebody die?
I'm here to see Leon.
Tweet.
♪♪
Y-You heard of, uh, Moses Johnson?
I'm the lawyer who helped him. Tweet needs help?
He's mixed up with some bad people.
He may not know it now, but he needs me.
Tweet ain't here.
♪♪
It's important that he calls me right away,
as soon as possible.
He's -- He's in big trouble.
Thank you.
♪♪
[Exhales slowly]
[Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing in distance]
[Clock ticking]
Most of the time as a kid, we were either dodging landlords
or looking for the next place to live.
I just wanted a place I could call my own.
Give me everything you have on Mason and his partners.
And then you can leave.
Should I clean out my desk?
Just go home, Marisol.
[Door closes]
[Sighs]
[Train rumbling]
Yo, little man.
Get in here.
TJ?
Get in here.
Look, it ain't nothing to talk about, a'ight?
You ratted on my brother.
There's something you need to know.
What?
You think Dante got your back now?
You think 'cause you're affiliated,
the Nation got you covered? [Sucks teeth]
Dante wanted Moses' ass handed over to the cops.
That's bullshit.
What I got to lie for? I ain't got nothing to lose now.
TJ, why you even here?
Cops made big-ass promises 'bout how they was gonna set me up
with a new life after I testified.
Okay, and?
It reminded me of myself tellin' you
'bout Dante's plan for Moses.
It's both bullshit.
I can't run.
It's only a matter of time before I'm six feet under,
so I'm tellin' you the truth right here.
I owe it to you.
Feel like I'm cleaning out my soul a little.
[Van door opens]
[Door closes]
Nothing, he here for my mom.
Him? Trying to be my new dad, man, I don't know.
Yeah, I don't think so.
What you talkin' about?
That's a street cop back in the day.
Man, hell nah, he a plumber.
Nah.
[Chuckles]
You cappin'.
You think I forget the face of a man I put a bullet in?
Alright, where'd you hit him? Where?
It was outside Lucky's on Cottage Grove, bro.
No, I'm saying like where on his body, TJ.
I was aiming for the heart.
Right?
He turned last second.
Bullet hit right here.
♪♪
Bro. I'm a dead man walking.
Just want to make my peace with you before I'm gone.
♪♪
Phil: Ask Franklin.
What?
Talk to the man.
He, uh... he respects you, Norma.
No, no.
Better still, listen to him.
I imagine he's getting a lot of ear-wigging right now,
and maybe what he needs is just someone to talk to.
What are we doing?
[Sighs]
What is this?
I'm here.
And I'm not going nowhere.
I'm locked in.
Okay?
I'm here.
I'm not going nowhere.
♪♪
So you gonna tell me what else you love about me?
♪♪
[Both chuckle]
You really want to know?
Only if you want to tell me.
♪♪
Think you'll make a good father.
♪♪
What?
Wait, really?
12 weeks and counting.
Oh, my God.
Oh... No, uh...
This...
Mm. I -- I shouldn't...
No, no, no, no. Hm?
Oh, my God, oh, oh, my God, oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Sure?
Yeah? Yeah.
You sure?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
[Muffled] I'm gonna be a father, me.
Whoa!
Yes. [Kissing]
Yes. Yes.
[Sighs]
[Door clanks]
[Inmates shouting in distance]
[Door shuts]
Ugh!
[Groans, spits]
[Glass clattering]
[Spitting]
Ugh!
♪♪
Hey! Hey!
[Banging on door] Hey!
♪♪
[Sighs]
[Knock on door]
Just a minute.
Coming.
♪♪
Be right there.
Hey!
Was in the hood.
Thought I would drop by, check in on you.
Yeah, appreciate it, man.
Come -- Come on in here.
[Chuckles]
This is me.
How are ya?
When Moses was found not guilty, it --
it didn't feel like the end of something.
It -- It felt like the beginning, you know?
You know? And this?
I think I can get the people who are trying to hurt us
to look in the mirror,
and for most of them, it'd be the first time
they've done that --
if I can keep them there looking long enough.
You know the saying
"you can't wake a person pretending to be asleep"?
I found a way in.
I -- I can't stop now.
Even if your family suffers?
Even if people suffer because of you?
I want my son to be safe in his life
and to feel safe.
Now, that -- that -- that would be a legacy, wouldn't it?
What? What's that?
Joshua Johnson came to me.
Is he okay?
To tell me his mom is pregnant.
And that the father is an undercover cop.
Oh, God.
God.
Does -- Does Norma know?
No, he can't do it. He won't hurt her.
Good.
Then we can use it.
Wait, what are you saying? Don't tell Norma.
Joshua keep quiet.
We'll play the cop for all it's worth,
and then, at the trial, we'll roll it all out
so everybody can see it.
Wait, whoa, whoa.
What are you doing? This is Norma Johnson.
Franklin. She trusts you.
She loves you.
This is bigger than all of that.
[Banging on door]
Unit Guard: Let's go, Logan. You got a visitor.
Nose bleed?
Yeah.
[Radio beeps] Hazardous substance release, 211.
Copy that. [Indistinct chatter]
Let's go.
[Buzzer]
[Door slams]
[Inmates shouting in distance]
Are you okay?
Um, yeah, I'm -- I'm fine.
I'm fine.
[Inhales shakily]
How's the baby?
Uh, she's good.
Michael Junior, h-how's Michael?
Michael doesn't sleep at night
'cause the man who killed his dad is walking around, free,
and he's like, "Well, what if I bump into him, Mom?"
How am I supposed to answer that?
And he saw Franklin Roberts on a TV talk show,
being treated like a hero.
And he can't fathom it.
It's just -- It's upside down for him.
And I tried to explain it to him.
I-I tried to tell him that trials aren't always
about the truth and that lawyers are --
are just guns for hire,
and I-I think he understood that, but...
♪♪
You.
Uncle Johnny, and the talk show lawyer
who defended the man who killed his dad.
That doesn't work for Michael.
He can't make that work in his head.
And you know what? I-I think he's right.
[Inhales deeply, sniffs]
♪♪
[Sighs]
Here's the thing.
♪♪
It wasn't Michael Rossi
that Moses Johnson was running from...
and fought with.
♪♪
It was the department.
You believe that? Yeah, I do.
Well, then I need to ask you something.
The thing that you did --
beating a man to death in public --
was that the department?
♪♪
Or was that you?
♪♪
Hey. How y'all doing?
Alright. Hey, lady.
Alderwoman.
[Indistinct conversations, music playing faintly]
♪♪
Thank you.
♪♪
You come looking for me.
Do I get my hopes up?
I gotta say...
the optics of sittin' with you
don't look too good on me right now.
Folks a little hurt by what your husband's doing.
Mr. Blake.
♪♪
Dante.
Because a history of employing children
to sell shit to people to fuck themselves up with,
that's not a great look either, is it?
Well, you're here now.
Now that you got that all off your chest,
maybe you can tell me why.
I need you to do something for me.
I need to know who the players are
that are selling sleet through Club Fire.
That's an ask. I'm asking.
Then it's a good time to get a status update on my proposal?
Mm.
A'ight.
I see what this is.
You got the white pieces.
Opening move is yours. I'm on the clock.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Watch my black ass play.
♪♪
I didn't tell Moses what you're doing.
Who your new client is.
'Cause I didn't know what to say.
[Indistinct announcements over P.A.]
[Cellphone ringing, indistinct conversations]
Franklin Roberts.
Yo, it's Tweet.
Tweet.
Can you talk?
One hour from now, around the back of the liquor store in Roseland.
Okay.
♪♪
-What's up, brah? -What's up, bro?
Yo, what's up?
Tweet?
What kind of name is that?
♪♪
He's somebody that can make a real difference.
♪♪
He came to see me. Franklin.
Phil: Oh, yeah?
At work.
Wh-What he say?
Told me the pain was worth it
because he's pulling down the whole house of cards.
[Chuckles]
Okay. Okay.
Well, anything specific?
♪♪
Said he got hold of Brannigan's snitch.
♪♪
Okay.
♪♪
Okay.
Oh, but look.
Here. Come on now.
It's important that the baby hears what his father loves
before he joins us.
♪ I know, I know, I know, I know, I know ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Oh-oh ♪
[Siren chirps]
♪♪
What's up, Tweet?
Let's take a little ride.
♪♪
I-I'm down to do another warrant with y'all.
It'd be cool to get paid for the last one we did, though.
Ah, look at you, Tweet, out here hustlin'.
I ain't mad at that.
No worries, bro. You'll get your money.
That's what's up.
Hey, uh, I heard that, uh, fancy lawyer was looking for you.
You talk to him?
Nah, I don't mess with lawyers.
I didn't talk to nobody like that.
Really?
♪♪
He came by my old lady's pad,
but I didn't talk to him, though,
and that's on everything, for real.
Really? Yeah.
Give me your phone.
The phone. Where's your phone?
Get his phone. Hey, hey!
♪♪
Huh.
Do you recognise that number, Danny?
Hmm.
Rings a bell with me.
Rings a fucking bell with me.
Call him.
[Line ringing]
♪♪
[Cellphone ringing]
Tweet?
I'm at the bar, waiting. Where are you?
Tweet?
Tweet, is that you?
Is that you?
I know that voice.
We all know that voice.
Where we going?
♪♪
I know how hard this is for you.
Moses gone.
New man in the house.
A little baby on the way.
We could take a vacation.
Go see Moses, watch him run, see the ocean.
Joshua?
JoJo.
[Door bangs]
[Indistinct conversations]
Where we going?
We're taking the scenic route.
[Door slams]
Daily rec. Inmate rights and privileges.
Nice suicide vest, punk.
[Inmates murmuring, shouting]
Come on, CO, let me at him.
-I smell bacon up in here. -Run up on me, punk.
Think we can't get at you in here, white boy?
Unh! [Spits]
[Inmates shouting]
[Laughter]
Inmate: We're gonna come for you, pig!
♪♪
Dante: Now, why GI Joe calling me?
Do you know where I am?
Too bad.
Listen, I need friends in here,
or I'm gone.
Friendship ain't free.
We'll be in touch.
♪♪
[R&B music playing]
You okay?
Yeah.
It's -- It's my mom.
♪♪
What about her?
She's having a baby.
Wow.
Okay.
You good with that?
[Sighs]
I don't know. I just feel like --
I feel like my mom got this wrong.
And I feel like this guy...
he not right for her.
And now a baby.
Boy or girl?
She don't know.
Heard her say she hope it's a girl, though.
'Cause girls are better.
Stop it. [Both laugh]
Girls are better.
Mm, how so?
Say it.
Girls.
Are.
Better.
♪♪
I still ain't say it, so...
[Scoffs] Whatever! [Laughs]
You're so annoying. Yeah.
[Inmates shouting in distance]
[Cell door bangs]
Eyes on the wall, Logan.
[Wheels rattling]
[Mop squelching]
♪♪
[Conversing indistinctly]
♪♪
[Grunting]
Hey, back up!
-On the wall! -Hey, hey, hey!
Back up!
♪♪
[Breathing heavily]
♪♪
Tweet: Yo, what you hear ain't right.
Let's go. Hands free.
♪♪
[Grunting, scuffling]
♪♪
[Tweet choking, gasping]
♪♪
[Muffled cries]
I'm sorry, Tweet.
♪♪
[Gasps]
♪♪
[Gurgles]
♪♪
[Body thuds]
♪♪
Let's dress it up.
♪♪
[Breathing heavily]
[Cellphone ringing]
[Sighs]
Hello.
Yes. Who's speaking?
♪♪
County morgue?
Who?
[Cell door scrapes, bangs]
Make it quick. I got you covered for two minutes.
♪♪
[Chuckles]
Relax, man.
♪♪
Dante sent me.
♪♪
Complimentary dinner.
It's glass-free.
♪♪
You're welcome.
♪♪
[Paper rustles]
Thank you.
So...
You is like "America's Most Wanted" in this bitch.
That guard, is he -- He family.
The Nation take care of its own.
You are not family.
So protection like that, it's gonna cost you.
I can put something together. How much am I looking at?
Ten racks.
A week.
I got 10 G's in a duffel bag behind my bathtub.
I'll give you the address. Oh, man, you good.
We know where you live.
So, that'll get you a week.
And your week started this morning.
You now have the complete protection of the Nation.
You can eat, you can sleep, you can sit on this bucket.
I'm gonna be handling your meal delivery,
so anything that come through this door
and it ain't in a bag like that, don't eat it.
You got any problem in here, no matter how big,
no matter how small, you ask for Lotty.
You feel me? I got it.
Hey.
This shit is critical.
You decide you want to step outside the perimeter
of our agreement,
other forces start getting involved,
then you on your own, playboy.
[Banging on door]
[Door scrapes, bangs]
♪♪
[Door scrapes, slams]
♪♪
[Paper rustles]
♪♪
[Door scrapes, bangs]
Unit Guard: Get up, Logan.
Let's go!
♪♪
[Crickets chirping]
♪♪
[Exhales sharply]
Hey, Dad.
300K?
Well, second mortgage on the house.
The bank worked with me.
Expedited some things.
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
Well, the person you should be thanking is your mother.
God rest her soul.
This is what she would've wanted me to do.
Ah, I tried my damn best to raise you right,
to put you on the right track, teach you what matters.
The Logan family... [scoffs]
...we don't come from much, but those two things --
honour and loyalty -- it's what defines us.
And you decided to turn your back on that.
No, it's...
That's -- it's -- it's not like that, Dad.
It's -- It's -- It's more involved.
They're setting me up.
10 bucks.
Bus fare.
And a few things to keep you clean for a couple of days.
I don't have to tell you this,
but it's probably not safe for you to go home
or touch your car right now.
Dad, I got nobody else.
Well, you'll figure it out.
Like I said, I did this for your mother.
But you and me...
we're done.
♪♪
[Engine starts]
♪♪
Big fentanyl/heroin overdose.
Would've gone out happy and fast.
He had no ID.
Uh, we're lucky they found your business card on him.
♪♪
[Breathing heavily]
♪♪