[Sighs]
♪♪
Phil: Brannigan.
Hey, Brannigan. You still there?
Brannigan: What do you got for me, Big Phil?
A dinner with Franklin Roberts.
What I'll do is, I can steer the conversation
towards the Logan case.
Shouldn't be hard.
Then I'll start digging.
Be straight with me.
When this ends, can you go back to your family?
Can I walk away?
Of course.
It's what we do.
But, yeah, I'll keep you posted.
♪♪
[Gun cocks]
♪♪
Yeah, yeah.
♪♪
No, no, no, no.
No, you -- you shoot me -- Shut up, man!
Don't even.
You shoot him, you'll -- you'll never know.
You'll never know.
Know what?
Know what?!
♪♪
♪ 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 ♪
[Beep]
Brannigan: The Nation's take is down,
which means our cut is down, all because big man Dante
has his eye on legitimate business shit.
I'm thinking maybe we go back to the Faction.
I'm thinking
that's at the heart of who you are, isn't it?
Loyalty. Am I right?
Do you think Lieutenant Brannigan
is a loyal kind of guy? Shut up!
T-T-That's not even the biggest question.
Don't think about saving Brannigan.
There's a bigger picture here.
Before you decide what to do,
let me ask you something, real bottom line.
Which are you first?
Are you Nation or are you a Black man?
Loyalty to who?
To all brothers and sisters across America
or to a select few
selling junk on Cottage Grove?
♪♪
[Horns honking, traffic noise]
♪♪
[Cellphone rings]
Phil: Hey.
Hey. Where are you?
Over at Englewood High School.
Yeah, they got a blockage in the staff restroom, and --
You okay? Yeah.
Joshua w--
No, he's good. Trust me, he's good.
But, uh, he can't talk right now,
'cause, uh, well,
the boy's installing an anti-siphon valve.
You know, how about that?
I mean, I'm starting to think of, uh --
I think he actually likes this line of work.
You think so?
♪♪
[Door unlocks]
[Door opens]
Hey, Ma.
Hey.
Phil not with you?
Uh, no. He went to his place to get changed.
Oh, yeah?
Yep.
Where were you today?
Uh, Englewood High.
All day? Yep.
I was learning how to put on an anti-siphon valve.
And then Phil dropped you home?
Yep.
What'd you have for lunch?
I don't remember.
Maybe it was Lucky's on Cottage Grove.
What is this?
You tell me what this is, Joshua.
Why don't you tell me what this is?
What? Dante Blake had a blocked drain
he needed you to fix?
So you're lying to your mama now.
Huh? We don't do that in this house.
I'm the liar?
Joshua, listen -- It's your boyfriend.
No, I get it. I know.
He's covering for you, and he's colluding with you in this,
and I don't like it either. But he's not here.
We're talking about you right now.
Ma -- So don't go dodging your problem,
trying to shift it onto other people's plates.
Ma! What have I always told you?
Take responsibility, own your shit!
Okay! Okay! So go ahead, let me hear it!
Let me hear it!
He's a cop.
[Scoffs]
What are you talking about?
Who?
♪♪
Who's a cop, Joshua?
♪♪
Phil.
♪♪
Okay?
He a cop.
♪♪
Good.
♪♪
You --
Norma: So you both knew and you didn't tell me.
Franklin: I need you to just -- I'm pregnant!
I'm having this man's baby!
You -- you knew this and you still didn't tell me?!
Our whole strategy was around --
Strategy?! Strategy?!
Are you fucking kidding me, Franklin?
No, no, no. What is wrong with you, Franklin?!
Why would you even use a word like that?!
Everything turns on this, everything.
It's what they do. It's -- it's who they are.
It's what we're trying to change, Norma.
This is me, Franklin.
This is me!
♪♪
I need -- I need three days.
I know. I know.
How dare you?
How dare you make me a part of your strategy
and not tell me?
Do you know what that feels like?
I'm sorry.
The way he -- he violated me,
and you allowed him to do that.
I know. Jesus Christ.
Mom -- What?!
No, no. Norma, Norma. What?!
Three days. I need three days.
Please. I got it right with Moses
when everybody thought I was wrong.
I got it right. You were the strength.
We saved him together. Norma, I'm begging you.
[Cellphone ringing] I'm begging you.
I'm begging you, Norma. Please.
Please, Norma.
I'm begging you.
Phil: Norma?
Norma?
Yeah, I'm here.
Well, you alright? Something wrong?
♪♪
[Whispers] Norma.
Norma.
Just a little nauseous.
[Chuckling]
Well, you know that's normal, right?
Sure.
♪♪
[Sniffles softly]
Yeah, I can't make it over tonight.
♪♪
Yeah? Yeah, yeah.
I mean, I'm sorry. Uh, just something that came up.
So -- What's that?
Yeah, uh [clears throat] it's a job
I got for a friend, and I --
Well, I should have done it weeks ago.
But I -- But I'll still pick up Josh in the morning.
Then I'll -- I guess
I'll see you for dinner with Franklin.
Norma?
Sure.
Love you. See you soon.
[Call ends]
[Cellphone drops]
Joshua: Ma.
Look, Ma, I'm -- I'm sorry.
Okay?
I thought what I had with Phil was real.
How could I be so wrong?
I don't know.
♪♪
Where do we go from here, Jojo?
How do we trust each other now?
♪♪
Ma.
♪♪
Franklin: No, no. No, no, no. Nicole: Yes, yes.
Nicole. Nicole.
Shoeshine?
I like your boots.
Never take them off.
That's how I feel about my Doc Martens.
Only thing the Brits ever got right.
Got them on a trip to London 15 years ago.
Great little store in Camden Town.
Good working-man's shoes.
Shakespeare.
Excuse me?
The Beatles.
Liverpool Football Club.
Canterbury Cathedral.
National Health Service.
The miniskirt. My grandparents.
One or two other things the Brits got right.
♪♪
Good morning, Lieutenant.
Counselor.
♪♪
I have a confession.
This is personal.
I'm not your usual zealot prosecutor.
I don't want to put people in cages forever
just because I can.
But -- and it's a really big "but"
and it's why I'm standing here today --
when I see somebody who's been given civic responsibility
and a sacred duty of care
to look after people do a thing like this...
...you better know I'm coming for you.
And here's the really big news.
So's the organisation you work for.
The CPD has changed.
This is an institution that has learned from its mistakes
and is prepared to say, "No.
Enough is enough.
We won't have it anymore
when a colleague behaves in this appalling way."
George Floyd has made a difference.
The fact that this prosecution stands on the testimony
of the accused's brother officers
tells you so much about the new world we're moving into
after what happened in Minneapolis two summers ago.
Officer Logan is a bad apple in the barrel.
It's my job and it's your job
and it's the job of everyone who worked with him
to remove that bad apple.
♪♪
[Indistinct conversations]
Pretty, uh, rarefied up there.
What's that?
The moral high ground.
Not much oxygen for you folks who just discovered racism.
Don't tell me who I am and who I'm not.
I'm comfortable with the moral map I live by.
You said this was personal. You meant that?
Tell you what.
Gloves off in there, and then why don't we be
civil to each other outside of court?
What do you say, Franklin?
I say no.
I can't compartmentalise like that.
That's not who I am.
You know, a couple of years ago,
I heard a spokesman from the Labor Party in Britain say,
"We've always been anti-racist
and we've always been anti-Semitic."
I don't know, of course, but I think he got it all wrong
because the words were new to him
and they didn't quite fit in his mouth yet.
Are you comparing me to him?
That level of arrogance, bigotry
reminds me of something.
♪♪
My opponent gave me a list of witnesses.
It's a long list of mostly police officers,
who she's suggesting are here to clean up their institution
and cleanse their souls
by condemning Officer Logan for what he did.
But there's one name not on the list,
the one person closest to the experience
of this racist murder,
and they -- she has decided you don't need to hear from her.
The witness is in court.
She's sitting right there.
Her name is Naimah Watts.
Her husband was Jalil Watts.
She's in court, but she won't be on the stand.
Now, why do you think that is?
If you're State's Attorney Pearson prosecuting a murder
with all that righteousness on your side,
isn't it a good idea for the grief-stricken family member
to tell you, the jury, about her pain?
But, somehow, Ms. Pearson has decided
that Naimah's loss is not a part of this story.
Why not?
Why no Naimah?
Because the same police department
my opponent asks you to believe is reforming itself
as we speak was not even remotely interested
in investigating the brutal beating of her husband
outside a bar habituated solely by police officers.
Why is she not calling Naimah?
How dare she put up a photograph of a smashed-up face,
with a bashed-in head and claim she's on his side.
And everyone who made it possible for this
to happen to another innocent Black man
is now on the right side of the argument?
No, no, no, no.
No, we've had enough of being told
how the world looks by White people,
and we won't take the same people telling us
that 22 years for the man who murdered a brother
in broad daylight in downtown Minneapolis
and then told the world he did nothing wrong
somehow corrects 400 years
of the systematic dehumanising of our people.
How dare she stand there and claim
she's on the side of angels coming down for the bad apple?
But I know why she's doing it.
I see her.
She doesn't want to feel guilty.
She doesn't want you to feel guilty.
She wants to be able to say,
"There's nothing wrong with the world
as long as we cut down some rotten fruit."
She wants this to be personal.
Okay.
Let's be personal.
If she thinks this trial is about one individual, one cop,
then she's a part of the problem.
No, it's bigger than that.
If she thinks this trial is about one individual, one cop...
...then she is the problem.
♪♪
♪ Every Sunday morning ♪
♪ Mama made us go to church ♪
Yo, I'll pick you up at 5:00 right here.
♪ It got down inside of us ♪
♪ And now it's time to work ♪
♪ This is the time ♪
♪ To tell somebody about the good news ♪
♪ Wake up and ♪
♪♪
[Vehicle door closes, engine starts]
♪♪
[Children playing]
♪♪
[Gasping]
♪♪
Did you know who he was?
Other than he was a cop, no.
Well, how did you know he was a cop?
How they walk, the way they move.
They have that cop atmosphere.
Was he alone?
Yes.
Did he do any police work while he was at the hospital?
No.
Did he talk to Jalil's family?
No.
Did he ask to?
I mentioned his wife was coming back.
That's when he left.
How was he behaving when you first saw him,
before he saw you?
Shifty, furtive, a little crazy,
like he hadn't slept in a long time.
Main thing --
he clearly didn't want anyone to clock him being there.
Let me ask you about the injuries to Jalil.
I've seen a lot during my time on this job.
Mm-hmm.
County can be like a war zone.
The violence people do to other people.
This may be the most brutal assault I've seen.
And how did that make you feel?
I used to feel angry.
And now?
Tired.
Very, very tired.
Do you want to feel that way?
No, I don't.
Hmm.
Can I ask you a question?
Please. Go ahead.
Representing a monster like him...
♪♪
...how do you look at yourself in the mirror?
♪♪
By asking everyone else
to look in the mirror with me.
♪♪
[Sobbing]
♪♪
Can you tell us how discovering Jalil Watts
lying wounded on the street that night
has affected you?
I'm woken in the night, every night,
by the nightmare I always have.
And I wake up in the morning
to a day of thinking about nothing else.
It's what I see all the time.
What do you see?
His head all ballooned up...
and the blood.
[Sniffles]
I'm sorry. Why is this even a trial, huh?
He's not saying it wasn't him.
Not even saying he was attacked or anything.
So, frankly, what the fuck?!
[Spectators murmuring]
Can I say that?
I think you just did.
That's how I feel.
Franklin: Why did you leave the scene?
You could see he wasn't dead.
I didn't want to get involved.
Why not?
I was scared.
Of what?
I don't trust law enforcement.
Why not?
You ever been homeless?
No.
There's a look they give you, like you're not there.
Never been homeless, but the look --
I know that look.
You're a good person.
I try to be.
You're a God-fearing person.
Yes.
And you're a person who would leave a man bleeding out
on the ground rather than risk an encounter with the CPD.
What would you had done?
You don't ask the questions.
It's a great question, Your Honour.
My answer?
I probably would have done the same thing.
You know why?
I'd be scared the cops would accuse me of the murder.
Objection.
Counsel seems to be confused
as to whether he's a lawyer or a witness.
What it comes down to is,
who would do a thing like that
to a human face, huh?
To a human head.
What does it take?!
There they are, all the vital questions, all in a row,
right to the very heart of what we're doing here.
Whose side are you on?
♪♪
Don't be scared of me now, Jojo.
♪♪
We really doing this, Ma?
♪♪
Scrub those potatoes.
♪♪
Franklin: It's gonna be alright.
Yeah, it's gonna -- it's gonna be alright.
Just stay focused.
Stay focused.
♪♪
[Footsteps approaching]
There he is.
Joshua: Come on, Ma.
♪♪
Hey, hey.
For the nausea.
Nausea. Yeah.
There you go.
Good to see you.
You good? Yep.
Good, 'cause I am starving.
Hey, what's up? [Chuckling]
To the man of the hour.
[Phil and Franklin laugh]
♪♪
Phil: Mmm-mmm!
Listen, since nobody's gonna say it,
this is delicious, baby.
Right? I mean --
-Good. -Right?
-I'm glad. -Yeah.
Norma: Joshua, eat your food.
Yo, you know, one of the few memories
I have of my mom is her cooking,
but she used to dance while she cooked.
An-any-anything in -- in particular?
Her lamb stew.
Off the chain, yeah.
No. I meant --
You meant what she was dancing to?
[Laughing]
The Stylistics.
Mm-hmm. And The Drifters.
"Save the Last Dance For Me." Yeah.
She would play it over and over and over and over again.
I'm sorry. Just a little nausea.
Baby, baby, hey, hey, you okay?
Yeah. I'm sorry.
Let me get your medicine. No, no, no.
You sure? I'm okay.
She got that morning sickness in the evening.
Hmm.
Uh, did you have the same thing with Moses and Joshua?
No.
First time.
That probably means it's a girl, y'all.
Hey, Franklin, those meds you were taking --
is that for the cancer?
Mm-hmm.
What kind of meds you taking?
Oh, you wouldn't -- you wouldn't know the -- the name.
No, I meant, like, do they affect your type of --
Well, do they affect your work, side effects,
something like that?
I'm sorry. Was that -- That was invasive.
No. No, that was inappropriate.
I-I'm sorry.
I'm -- Listen. Look.
I'm sorry. It's okay.
You know, one thing I remember about my mom --
she always used to say to us,
"Ask any question you want to ask.
Ain't no such thing as too curious.
Curiosity didn't kill the cat.
It made the cat everything it is."
-There you go. -Hmm?
She was right.
I think Phil here is a little in awe of you, Mr. Franklin.
That's why he's afraid to ask the question
he really wants to ask.
How's the trial going?
Yeah?
Am I right?
As well as a hell of a cook, my baby's a mind reader now.
[Both laughing]
Just catering to my guests' every need.
Well, here's the problem.
The cops took Jalil's car to the pound.
Now, why would they do that?
To clean it up, of course, down there where no one's looking.
Everybody knows impound guys are super-cop-friendly.
I just can't prove that it was Brannigan's crew.
So, you -- You know, did you, uh --
So, there was no forensics?
Completely clean.
No -- no fingerprints, nothing.
Uh-huh. Boy, I tell you, them pigs --
they -- they good at cleaning up they own damn mess, now.
Man. But what evidence did you get?
Between us, completely real, not a whole lot.
I-I-I got to do some -- I got to do some digging.
Yeah?
Digging up what?
Everything turns on us proving the cops were there --
when Jalil was attacked, straight afterwards,
that they were lying when they say they weren't.
Right.
I'm guessing Brannigan spoke to all his crew
on the phone sometime after it happened,
getting all of their -- their information together,
marrying all their alibis, you know.
Man, I know.
That damn Brannigan, man.
He's a monster.
Yeah. Yeah.
A monster he is.
You know, I'm -- I'm going to -- I'm gonna jump him tomorrow.
You say "jump him"?
Uh, I'm going to request disclosure
of his phone history that night.
Mm-hmm. That's smart.
Yeah, that's smart.
How about you, Josh?
You've been, uh, pretty quiet tonight.
[Sighs] I'm just tired.
Yeah.
Plumbing can be draining.
Franklin: Yeah, that's him.
Yeah.
I'm sorry. I'm gonna be sick.
♪♪
I got it, I got it.
Ma.
I'll -- I'll check it out.
Yeah. It's okay.
Ma, Ma, you okay?
[Coughing, retching]
Norma, you okay?
♪♪
I don't want to be doing this.
It's not what we do.
I'm afraid you're going to have to.
Okay.
He was real messy.
I mean, complicated, dirty, ugly, messy.
Drunk?
Us cops can drink.
You know, we can drink with the best of them and then some.
But Logan was more drunk than I've ever seen him.
Was there a reason for that?
The Moses Johnson verdict.
And what did he say about that?
He was saying what the verdict means.
He said it means people are entitled to run
from a police officer
and that people are entitled to fight us
when we're doing our duty.
He said, "The only thing you need
to have all that going for you --
your skin has to be the right colour."
He said that?
Then he went crazy.
How do you mean?
Incoherent, angry, wild.
Have you seen him that way before?
Yes.
When his partner died.
He lost control then, too.
That's the thing about being a cop.
You have to have emotional discipline.
Hysteria doesn't help you do your job.
A good cop has to have it in him
to think clearly and rationally under pressure.
I thought Johnny Logan had that. I was wrong.
And in the days after Michael Rossi's death?
Lieutenant?
His loss of control turned into something else.
How would you characterise that?
With an old Irish word -- bogán.
It means "an egg without a shell."
It used to describe mushy food or soft ground.
But sometimes, my grandfather used it about his brother.
He meant spineless, without backbone.
And that was Logan then?
Can you be specific?
♪♪
No.
"No" you can't or "no" you won't?
I don't want to go there.
Yes, you can and, yes, you will.
What was Officer Logan saying that made him
lead you to the conclusion he was spineless?
It's what he was doing, not saying.
What was he doing, Lieutenant?
♪♪
Lieutenant?
Having an affair with Jessica Rossi.
What?
His dead partner's wife?
♪♪
Yes.
I'm sorry.
Yes.
♪♪
Franklin: What the hell?! Really?
I mean, what were you thinking?
♪♪
Lieutenant Brannigan says you have an explanation.
I can't imagine what that would be,
and he wouldn't tell me,
because he said it should come from you and not him.
But if you have a reason why you gave Roberts
that tape, it would help everyone to hear it.
We don't want to stop supporting your family.
We really don't.
We're trying to be good people here,
but it's hard.
So think about it, Mrs. Rossi.
But not for too long.
We need to be made whole.
♪♪
[Can falls]
So, the night of...
I had a couple of drinks and left the bar early.
Why? I don't understand.
Well, on a night like that,
with all the stress and trauma of the Moses verdict.
That's exactly why.
How do you mean? I wanted to be at home,
'cause I knew I'd be getting lots of calls.
I'm a kind of father figure
to a lot of cops in my district.
They come to me when they're in trouble.
But why would that mean you had to be at home?
Away from Logan's craziness.
I wanted to hear myself think
so I could be there for my guys.
Mm-hmm. Did you take calls that night?
Lots. From?
Frater, Young, Gallagher, all my guys.
Do you have your phone history from that night?
Yes, I do.
Do you recall where Officer Frater called you from?
His home.
At what time?
Around 7:00.
That's an hour before the 911 call for Jalil came in.
Is that right? Sounds right.
Gallagher? Young?
I think Frater was the first to call.
So all the other guys would have been after 8:00.
Thank you so much.
♪♪
Dr. Algren: Yeah, give me that scan and the other one
and put it on my desk.
Okay. Alright.
[Tires screech]
Dr. Algren? Come with us, please.
-Wh-- wh-- -Now.
Hey, hey, hey! Where are you taking me?
-Let's go. -Hey!
♪♪
Prescribed and proscribed.
I always struggled with the difference.
But I got it now. At least I think I do.
Prescribe means issuing meds to people.
Proscribed means meds
you're not allowed to prescribe.
Have I got that right?
And a doctor who's confused about the difference --
what would happen to him?
What do you want?
I've always liked a doctor who gets right down to it.
♪♪
How long has he got?
♪♪
Weeks, not months.
He don't look as bad as that.
That's why he wanted the medication.
♪♪
You can go now.
♪♪
[Engine starts]
♪♪
The doctor says he's on his way out and quickly.
But I'd rest a lot easier with our thumb on the scale.
I got an idea.
Leonard: So, what is it?
I'm gonna go see an old friend.
♪♪
[Indistinct conversations]
He's back.
Did you miss me?
Squeeze.
My man.
Man: 118 up.
How you been, bro?
I'm good.
Where's your boy?
Where's my boy?
You hit the nail right on the head.
On his way to hell, where he belongs.
I need you to help me send him there.
You know how much I enjoy playing with cops.
Johnny: Say it again. Say that again!
Brannigan: Get in the car. Logan --
Judge Evans: Six months ago,
outside a fried-chicken joint on 55th Street.
Say it again! That's enough!
Say that again!
Get off of him!
Someone posted this online.
The link was sent to three members of the jury,
who all watched it in its entirety.
Sent by whom?
We suspect the e-mail was sent by juror number 9.
He claims his computer was hacked, denies any involvement.
I've ordered an investigation.
Just a blatant attempt to delay the trial,
Your Honour. Delay?
Why would anyone do that?
Look, regardless of the motive, the jury has been compromised.
Even if I were to seat the three alternates,
we'd still be short one juror,
because I'm now forced to remove number 9.
I want this to be a fair trial.
It's way too important for it not to be.
There's no way you could watch that video
and not be biased.
So we're looking at a mistrial.
Mm-hmm.
When would the new trial be?
At least four months, probably six.
♪♪
Only one thing matters here.
My client stands to lose from the members of the jury
watching this video.
♪♪
So the choice is his.
Does he want to continue or ask for a mistrial?
♪♪
Officer?
♪♪
I, uh -- I need some time.
Okay. Back here tomorrow morning.
I want your decision then.
Thank you, Your Honour. Thank you, Your Honour.
♪ And we buckin' back ♪
♪ 16 shots ♪
What do you think he'll do?
I don't know.
I'm -- I'm not allowing myself to think the worst.
♪ 16 shots ♪
Okay, okay.
You can watch something else, you know?
Like what?
Something lighthearted.
"Breaking Bad," maybe?
I don't know. Here.
I think you just put your foot in this,
and then you pull.
Try it.
There. There.
♪♪
There it is.
There.
♪♪
Franklin: Doc Martens, early 2000s.
Look familiar?
Yes!
Bingo.
♪♪
Brannigan w-was there.
We got him.
♪♪
Um, Peter Sessions at the news desk. Is he in?
Um...yep.
Could you make sure he gets this?
Fine.
♪♪
Franklin?
It's done.
♪♪