It's okay.
Okay, we're gonna get you out.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Look at me!
Everything's gonna be fine.
We're gonna get you outta here.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Ryan!
Pull!
It's okay.
It's okay.
All right.
It's okay, it's okay.
It's all right.
I got it. I got it.
Ma'am? Ma'am,
can you walk with me?
It's cool, it's cool.
Here we go.
All right, you're doin' great.
The D.A. Wanted me to apologize.
He really wanted to be here himself.
No, he didn't! If he did his own dirty work
none of us would have jobs.
- Jake Flanagan. I work with Rick.
- Graham Waters.
- Thanks for coming in.
- He just pulled into the garage.
Great. Press conference is in ten minutes,
so we'll make this short.
Internal Affairs says this Conklin
has two suspicious shootings on his record.
Both black men.
Both times he was cleared, but only just.
Detective Lewis
makes black man number three.
You know any reason why
we shouldn't hang Conklin for this?
Well, it's more complicated
than we originally thought.
We found $300,000 in the trunk of the car
that Detective Lewis was driving.
Shit!
Ah. Go down to the garage. Tell him
to stay in the car until he hears from me.
You found the money in the Mercedes.
I thought that wasn't his car.
The car's registered to a Cindy Bradley.
We haven't been able to get in touch with her.
Apparently she, uh,
left town this morning.
So it wasn't Lewis's car. He may not have
known the money was in it.
You really think you're gonna
be able to make that fly?
Give us a minute.
No problem.
Who knows about the money?
You gotta be kiddin' me.
There are only two people
in this room.
Myself, my partner,
Ferguson and Internal Affairs.
- Jim Ferguson?
- Yeah.
Okay. I guess
I don't see a problem.
As it wasn't Lewis's car, the money isn't
clear evidence of any wrongdoing.
And even if it was, we aren't
going to prosecute a dead man.
Which means the money Internal Affairs
is holding can't be considered evidence.
You can do this dance if you want to,
but I'm willing to bet when the coroner's report
comes back tomorrow
it's going to say that Detective Lewis
was coked out of his head.
Fucking black people, huh?
What did you just say?
I mean,
I know all the sociological
reasons why per capita
eight times more black men
are incarcerated than white men.
Schools are a disgrace. Lack of opportunity.
Bias in the judicial system.
All that stuff.
All that stuff!
But still, it's gotta get to you,
on a gut level as a black man,
they just can't keep their hands
out of the cookie jar.
Of course, you and I
know that's not the truth.
But that's the way
it always plays, doesn't it?
And assholes like Lewis keep
feeding the flames. It's gotta get to you.
What did you say
you did for the D.A. Again?
You coach ball down in Compton.
Am I right?
Oh, please, don't do that.
Don't act like you know
something about me, okay?
What do you think those kids need...
to make them believe, to give them hope?
You think they need another
drug-dealing cop
or do you think they need
a fallen black hero?
Why don't you cut through the bullshit
and just tell me what it is you want.
The D.A.'s squad loses
its lead investigator next month.
Rick is quite adamant
that his replacement be a person of color.
It's a high-profile position, and he wants
to send the right message to the community.
And the right message is,
"Look at this black boy I just bought?"
Well, fuck you very much.
But thanks for thinking of me.
Actually we were thinking of you.
Until we saw that.
It's your brother's file.
Twenty-something years old
and already three felonies.
Three strikes law. Kid's going away
for life for stealing a car.
Christ, that's a shitty law.
There's a warrant in there.
But still, hey, he had
every opportunity you had.
Fucking black people, huh?
So all, uh... all I need to do
to make this disappear
is to frame
a potentially innocent man?
What are you? The