All language subtitles for 61st Street S02E07 - The Offer (Awafim.tv)

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Franklin?

It's me.

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Dr. Prasad: The brain is complex
and beautiful,

and it's delicate, which is why
it needs protection.

The human skull is hard.
Really hard.

Kim:
So to fracture it...

Isn't easy.
It takes a lot of force.

How many separate fractures
of Jalil's skull were there?

Seven.

The result of seven
separate blows?

Yes.

Each of
those seven blows...

Heavy.

When would Jalil have
lost consciousness?

After the first or second blow,
I believe.

So five or six blows
to the head

were administered
to an unconscious man?

Dr. Prasad:
Looks that way.

Can you tell us about
Jalil's cheekbone?

Completely shattered.

How would that feel?

Bone pain is the worst
kind of pain.

Any doctor
will tell you that.

What are the words?
Profound and shocking.

He would have known.

Jalil?

Logan.

Would have known what?

He would have heard the crack
in the bone

and felt it each time--
eight times.

What is that?

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Thank you, Doctor.

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Counselor?

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N-No questions,
Your Honour.

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He was
in a bad way.

I mean
a very bad way.

Can you describe that?
Dark.

He just sits there drinking
and drinking.

Nobody can get near him.

It's a toxic combination,
alcohol and anger.

What was he angry about?

His partner's dead
with an iron nail

through the back
of his head,

and the guy that kills him
walks out of court a free man.

That's hard.
All right?

And for Johnny--
for Logan?--

what do you do
with a thing like that?

Where do you put something
like that?

What was he drinking?

Shot after shot
with IPA chasers.

How drunk was he?

He was inebriated.
I was worried about him.

And when did you leave?

10 minutes after
Lieutenant Brannigan.

If you were so concerned
for Logan's well-being,

why did
you leave him there?

I'll always regret that.

I thought that Wayne
would look after him.

All right?
He's good at that.

But you want to know
the real answer?

You can't help him
when he gets that way.

Try to talk to him, he just gets
angrier and darker.

He's untouchable.

Stepping in
would be like taking the lid

off the pressure cooker.

I mean,
it's got to come off,

but you don't want to be
the one to do it

because anything can happen,
and it's gonna be explosive.

Thank you.

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What time was it
when you left the bar?

About 6:30.
With Gallagher.

You remember that?
The-- The time?

Yeah.
Why?

I just did.

Hmm.

You drove home?
Yeah.

Were you drunk?

No.
Were you sober?

I wouldn't drive
if I weren't.

So we can rely on your testimony
being accurate,

precise, and complete,
is that right?

Absolutely.

Excellent.
Excellent.

How long to drive home?

About 20 minutes.
So, home before 7:00.

Sounds right.
Mm-hmm.

What did you do
when you got home?

I called the lieutenant.

Where was he
when you called him?

He was at home.

Why'd you call him?

Honestly?

Is-- Is there another way?

I, uh...

[Clears throat]
I felt a little unstable.

I wanted to
talk it out more--

the verdict and--
and what it meant.

Sorry.

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It's okay.
Take your time.

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Listen, man,
you got to understand.

There were cops that wanted to
turn in their badge that night.

I could give you
a list of names now

of colleagues who'd lost
their lives in the line of duty,

and that night, after that jury
did what they did,

I wondered
what all the families

of all the fallen officers
would be thinking.

He's a good listener,
Brannigan?

Among other things.

You all look up to him.
Is that right?

Yeah.

For what?
For moral guidance?

Yeah.

Franklin: Mm.

When you left the bar
that night with Gallagher,

did you go
straight to your car?

Yes.
Where was it parked?

'Round the back.

Mm.

You see anyone on the way
to your car?

Nobody.

Nothing unusual?
Nothing.

No contact with any other
vehicles on the way to your car?

No.

Okay.

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Why would I?

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It's a good question.
Why would you?

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♪ 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 ♪

Inebriated.

Beyond angry,
and getting angrier.

And you?

Moses Johnson
killed Michael Rossi.

And now he's at college
in California

on a track scholarship.

I don't know.
It still feels like a travesty.

So God knows
how Johnny Logan felt

on the night
of the verdict.

Thank you for your candour.

When did you leave?

Same time as Frater.

Where was
Frater's car parked?

Next to mine,
around the back.

So you walked with Frater
to your car?

Yes.
Were there
any other vehicles

outside the front
of the bar?

I-I'm-- I'm not sure.

Any contact with anyone else
or anyone else's vehicle

on the way to your car?

No.

Mm.

Did you or Frater go back
to the Low Bar

in the 48 hours following?

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Uh, no.

Thank you very much.

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The whole grid?
That's a lot of mouths to feed.

I'll introduce you
to my connect.

Product will be no problem.

Buy from them, hit me off
with a broker's fee.

5%.

That shit sound
a little too good.

What you got
up yo' sleeve?

You got "them people"
waiting with fed charges?

Not at all.

Then why the flip?

Hmm.

Why so generous with us?

They finna build a Whole Foods
right here.

Seem the world
changing all around us.

Five years from now, though,

this will be
a whole new situation.

I feel that.

But in the meantime,
there's paper to be made today.

Tomorrow not promised.

It's a whole new breed out here
in these streets, G.

Young'uns don't honour
they flags

the way they used
to when me and you was shorties.

'Hood full of cliques
and baby gangs.

Kids killing each other
over social-media bullshit?

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It's not good for business,
any of that fracturing.

Way better off for me
going legit,

dealing with one man
than a hundred baby cliques.

That's you.

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You the man.

You got the energy
for all this street shit.

I've done my time.

I'm out.

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We'll be in touch.

[Chuckles softly]

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[Indistinct conversations]

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I saw him walk out--
I assumed he went for a smoke.

He didn't come back.

That's the last I saw of
the accused until today.

How long have you been
the owner of the Low Bar?

14 years.

What'd you do before that?

I was a police officer.

Mm.

Who was the owner of the bar
before you?

Gerry Spencer.

Cop?
Yes.

What's the percentage
of customers

who are police officers?

All of them.

What car do you own?

A Tesla.

Nice.
Bought it new?

Yes.
Expensive?

You thinking of getting one?

[Chuckles] No.

I've been a public defender
my whole working life.

I-I can't afford
a car like that.

But you can?

Business is good.
There's 13,000 cops in Chicago.

Most of them like to have
a drink after work.

All of them
know the Low Bar.

Without the goodwill
of the CPD,

you wouldn't have a business,
let alone a Tesla.

They're great people.

Hmm.

Franklin: We've been hearing
that my client

was pretty drunk
that night.

I was gonna have to take
his keys from him.

Was there a tab
for the drinks?

Yes.
In whose name?

Lieutenant Brannigan.

But he--
he went home early.

He left it open
after he left.

It was that kind of night,
and he's that kind of man.

Mm. Tab for who?

His guys.

Frater, Gallagher, Logan.

Yes.
Yes, I-- I got it
right here.

Frater and Gallagher,
were-- what's the word?

Were they, uh,
uh, "inebriated"?

[Snorts]
What-- What's funny?

That's kind of lawyer language
right there-- "inebriated."

[Chuckles]
Not the way

you and your cop buddies
talk to each other?

We're a little more
blue-collar.

Mr. Wayne, how much
for a single Jameson?

$6.

IPA?
$5.50.

$5.50.

Can you confirm all the drinks
on this tab

are single shots
and bottles of IPA?

Yes.

Okay.

Brannigan left early--
sober?

That's right.
He had a couple drinks?

A few. Shots.

Frater and Gallagher were
all fit to drive home?

Yes.

So let's be liberal here
and say,

legal driving limit,
three, four shots apiece?

Sounds right.

And you had a couple of drinks
on the lieutenant?

Yes, a couple.
[Chuckles]

So that's 12 shots
between the four of you.

Yeah.

And, er, 12 times $6--
72 bucks.

What's the total on the tab?

$409.

$409.

So Officer Logan

had $337 worth
of whiskey and beer.

Don't-- Don't-- Don't--
Don't worry. I've done the math.

That's 42 shots
and 17 IPAs

between when he arrived
at 6:00

and when he left
the bar at 8:00.

That's 59 units of alcohol
in two hours.

Now, you-- you've been behind
the bar for 14 years now.

Have you ever seen somebody
put away that much alcohol

and walk out the door?

He'd be dead,
wouldn't he?

I don't know about that.

You don't know about that?

The science there.

Well, why don't we just rely
on your 14 years of experience

and your good old blue-collar
common sense, Wayne?

[Chuckling] You know
what I'm saying?

Come on, man.
A-Answer the question.

Somebody's lying here, Wayne.

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Look, I know you--
you can't say,

what with your Tesla
and your solidarity

with the good old boys
in blue,

but so let me make this easy
for you.

I'm not saying
somebody's lying.

I'm-- I'm saying
y'all all are lying.

It's like
y'all got together beforehand

and worked out
what the story was gonna be.

What lie?
What story?

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The bad apple was shit-faced,
members of the jury.

Shit-faced and crazy.

It grieves me
to have to say it,

but this new culture of openness
and integrity at the CPD

makes me have to do it--

"Johnny Logan can be relied on
for nothing!

He's a rotten, stinking
racist pig.

Me and the boys
were all very sober the night

Moses walked
into the promised land,

and we can be relied on

to remember everything
that happened,

and you can be sure we are
entirely credible witnesses."

Your Honour.

Your witness asked me
a question. I'm answering it.

Did I leave anything out,
Wayne?

Uh, M-Ms. Pearson?

You better spell it out, Counselor.

If you're going where I think
you're going,

Ms. Pearson
and her witness

are entitled
to know what's coming.

I think you were all there
when Jalil was dying.

I think you let him die.

I think you did what cops do--

you covered up
for a brother officer

until you realised
you couldn't stand it up,

so you cut him loose.

And so there he is--

the poster boy
for police brutality,

taking all the shots
for a rotten,

stinking racist pig
of an organisation.

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[Indistinct conversations]

Woman: Would all parties
in the case of [indistinct]

come to Court One, please?

He's playing fast and loose
with the rules of evidence,

and that's fine as long
as he understands

I can fight dirty too.

Wow.
Is that all you got, Kim?

A word in the ear
of the white woman

sitting next to
the scary Black guy?

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Dr. Wen: Measurements taken
of fractures

to the cranial portion
of Mr. Watts' skull

were consistent with those
of the front sight, barrel,

and butt of the pistol

presented to the medical
examiner's office for analysis.

A black Glock 17.

Is this the weapon
you examined?

Yes, it is.

We were able to retrieve
trace amounts of blood,

tissue, hair,
and bone fragments.

All of these samples were exact
matches to Jalil Watts' DNA.

Swab samples from the pistol
grip were also tested.

What did
the results show?

The samples
from the gun match

the DNA profile
for Officer Logan.

Thank you.

How much time between Mr. Watts
sustaining his injuries

and the arrival of the gun
at your office?

Uh, I believe
six weeks had passed.

It was actually 44 days.

Where was the gun
recovered from?

A curbside sewage drain.

A citizen saw the gun
and called the authorities.

How would you describe the
overall condition of the weapon

and the quality of the DNA

you were able
to extract from it?

The weapon itself was
in good working condition.

The quality of DNA
is not really an issue.

Either it exists
or it doesn't.

Wouldn't it be unusual
for a weapon

that's been in a sewage drain
for a month and a half

to be submitted to your office
in good working condition,

yielding readable DNA samples?

It's, uh,
certainly not the norm.

Would you agree that it's
far more likely that the gun

was recovered, sealed,
and stored to preserve the DNA,

and then later presented
to your office for examination?

Why would anyone do that?

That is a good question.

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Logan was a drinker.

And he drank on duty.

He kept miniatures in the car
with him.

He has a problem.

Tell us about the night
of the Moses Johnson verdict.

We'd been ready for the city
to go up.

If the verdict had gone
the other way,

we had intel
that was telling us

the whole show
was coming to town.

By which you mean what?

Rioting, fires, looting.

So when the "not guilty"
came back,

in one sense
it was good news.

Did you talk to
Lieutenant Brannigan that night?

Yes.
Who called who?

Oh, not on the phone.
I went to see him at home.

Do you remember
what time that was?

It would've been
around 8:00.

Anyone else there?
No.

But he was taking
lots of calls.

From...?

His guys wanting to talk.

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Have you and Brannigan

talked about your testimony
for this trial?

What do you mean?

Yesterday, for example,
did you and Brannigan discuss

what he's already said
on the stand

and what you're going to say
on the stand?

Of course not.
That's not how it works.

You wouldn't do that. No.

Why not?

It would be wrong.

What kind of wrong?

"Contempt of court"
wrong.

The whole system stops working
if witnesses prime each other.

It's the opposite
of clean justice.

Exactly.

And you would never do
a thing like that.

Never.

Thank you.

[Knocking on door]

Yeah.

[Mid-tempo music playing]

Yeah, I'm coming.

[Knocking continues]

I'm coming.

What...
No.

No! No!
No, wait, wait, wait! You need
to know something! It's
important!

No!
Yo, hey, man!
Please!

Hey, it's important.

It's important.

Please.

Have we met before?
No.

You do that to my son
and you have the nerve
to show your face here?

Hell of a nerve.

What, you come to plant
more drugs?

I'm sorry, my younger son
isn't here for you
to torture him too.

No, I'm sorry.
You're right.

Norma.
"Norma" what?!

It's fucked up.

Please.

[Siren wailing in distance]

Listen to me.

So?

[Sighs]
Alright.

Brothers in the force
stick together.

We share things
with each other.

I'm sure you can understand
and appreciate this.

Mm. Looking at you,
all I see is blue.

Look,
the night of the verdict,

one of the brothers pulled over
a car for running a red light.

Lieutenant Brannigan
was driving the car, and...

Now, cops, we don't
ticket each other.

We just wave each other on, but...

The brother noticed
that there was another man

passed out
in the passenger-side seat.

So when Brannigan drove away,
he called in a license plate.

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The car was registered
to Johnny Logan.

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Johnny Logan beat Jalil Watts
to death...

and Brannigan
drove him home.

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Yeah.

[ Sighs ]

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Did you lie on the stand
at Moses' trial?

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I want to hear you say it.

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We all did.

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The gun?

Mm-hmm.
Yeah.

What if he would've
been found guilty?

That's the question I've been
asking myself all this time.

And your conscience
is all of a sudden
getting the best of you?!

It's the reason
I'm here right now.

It's okay, it's okay.
Hey, hey, hey.

All right, all right,
all right.

Um, that brother cop.

Now,
is he willing to testify?

I don't know.

Well, what about you?

I...

Okay, um...

Were you at the Low Bar
the night, um, Jalil died?

No.
Why not?

Because I knew that I wouldn't
feel like I belonged.

You wouldn't understand.

Being a Black cop?

Nobody loves you. Nobody.

Before you pass judgment,
ask yourself this--

Do we need more Black officers
on our streets,

or fewer?

Okay.
So, listen, um...

You bringing and giving this
to us,

is that so it's not
coming from you?

What we doing?

♪

Tell Franklin Roberts
what I just told you.

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Only, he can't know
it came from me.

Or else I'm not safe.

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Can I trust you with this?

♪

Yeah, of course.
Yeah, man, of course, you can.

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[Door closes]

[Indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing]

♪

♪

Step through, please.

[Indistinct conversations]

♪

♪

You okay?

What's wrong?

♪

What?

♪

There's something
you need to know.

♪

♪

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[Keys jingling]

♪

[Door opens]

♪

Hey, baby,
where you been?

Mm.

I've been thinking
about forgiveness.

Yeah, how do you mean?

That cop, what he did
to my family.

God says I should have it
in my heart to forgive him.

Can you?

[Siren wailing in distance]

No.

Okay.

Okay.

And that feels...
not good.

You know?

I hate that,
that I can't.

Feels almost as dirty
as hating him.

Killed us once with what he did
to our family,

and now asking
for forgiveness,

it's like
he's killing me again.

Get in here.

Come on.
Get in here.

Please?

[Train passes]

Come here.

Lay down here.

Is there, um...

Is there anything you want
to tell me, Norma?

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[Indistinct conversations]

♪

[Indistinct conversations]

Leonard:
Yeah, well, let's hope so.

Woman: Hurry up
with those steaks.

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Man: Well done.

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[Speaks indistinctly]

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Woman: Counse--
Oh.

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All rise.

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Franklin:
We've been ambushed.

This evidence was not disclosed
to us during discovery.

This evidence didn't exist
during discovery.

Do you want to argue
relevance, Counsellor?

Happy to listen.

Would there be any point?

Like I said,
happy to listen.

Okay.

My ruling is that Ms. Pearson
may play the video.

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Okay.

This is not going to be
easy to watch.

[Whispering] How the hell
did this happen?

Believe me, I wouldn't ask you
to do it

if it weren't essential.

If you need me to stop at any
time, just put your hand up,

and we can take a moment.

♪

[Click]

[Rap music playing]
Johnny: Hey!

Turn... that... off.

You police?

Yeah, I ain't breaking no law,
so fuck 12 and fuck you.

[Grunts]
[People gasping]

♪

[Groaning]

♪

Oh, God!
[People gasping]

♪

[Thudding]

Please!

It's okay.
We're done.

Jury out, please.

♪

Stop!

[Screaming indistinctly]

Okay.
Let's clear the court.

Man: Cold-blooded!

Man #2: All right, calm down.

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Man #3: Step outside!

♪

Judge Evans: I'm keeping
your client in custody

until the courthouse is clear.

It's for his own safety and for
the security of the building.

♪

[Door slams]

[Breathing raggedly]

♪

Nicole:
You haven't told him?

You've seen how he is,
the state he's in.

I can't trust him to keep it
to himself.

And who knows who might
get to him.

It's too big, Nicole.

It's a kind of professional
lying, though, isn't it?

Doesn't matter.

What wouldn't you do?

For the big prize?

Who would you
not sacrifice?

Everybody wants me dead.

And you made it so.

Everybody--
my people, you people.

We can get you back
to the church.

No, no.
I'm not going back there.

I've thought of that.

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Franklin.

H-H-Hey.

What's up, Lou?

[Both laugh]

I'm in C-37.

Okay.
I'm A-34.

I appreciate you coming through
for me like this.

33 years ago,
you saved me from this place.

Kept me out of here.
Was it 33 years?

Yeah.
It feels like a week.

[Both laugh]

Yeah, thought I was
going downstairs

for the rest of my life.

You made a difference.

There you go.

So it's two days.

Two days.
Two days.

And, uh, I'll make sure
I top it off.

Use that super unleaded
for me, if you don't mind.

Ohh.
I got 184K
on that engine block.

What?
And retirement's callin'.

Time for me to move on.

You, uh--
You heading down South?

Yeah, I got a little place
outside of Natchez.

Gonna do a little fishin'
and a lot of day-drinkin'.

[Both laugh]

Thought you'd be doin'
the same 'bout now.

Oh, no, no, no.
I-- I--

I got a little bit
more work to do yet.

I see what you're doing.
You do?

Don't worry.
I'm the only one that see it.

What you see, Lou?

Police reform?
That ain't it.

Deeper than that.

See, the way I see it,
one giant web of complicity

to keep
the Black man down.

Yeah.
No, we got to
get serious.

There's a threshold
of seriousness,

and we got
to get over it.

30 years on, this man's still
proud of the public defender

they gave me that day.

I see where you going.

Don't stop,
Franklin Roberts.

Bless you, brother.

Oh.

God keep you.
And you.

[Chanting] No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!
No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!

You okay?

Nobody saw us leave.

Nobody.

Look, I'm no lawyer,
but we don't seem to be

doing a whole lot in there.

You a boxing fan?

Johnny: What is this?
What are we doing here?

Franklin: October 30, 1974.
"Rumble in the Jungle."

Kinshasa, Zaire.

Ali-Foreman, rope-a-dope, yeah.

This is our rope-a-dope,
Johnny.

Early rounds,
prosecution's coming at us

with everything they got.

Shots to the head,
body shots.

You know, he used to--
he used to sit out front,

right-- right there.

People used to walk by and say,
"Good morning, Champ."

He used to love that.

I used to take a detour
home from school,

walk by,

staying on the sidewalk
on the other side of the street.

I-I never got the nerve
to come over here.

He never seemed
to notice me.

One day,
he called me over here.

I came across.

He said, "I want to apologise
for being so shy to talk to you.

Would-- Would you like to share
a glass of lemonade?"

Me and the Champ.

You know, he won that title back
at 32 years of age,

and he had no right
to have it.

And he did it by doing things
his own way.

Everybody leaves out
a part of that story.

What's that?
What part?

Ali caught Foreman
in round three, and he--

he caught him again
in round four,

and once more in round--
round six.

Nobody mentions that.

Maybe because it doesn't fit
with the story of the story.

You didn't notice?

We caught 'em.

They just
don't know it yet.

Johnny: You got eight rounds
in you?

Do you?

[Mid-tempo R-and-B music
playing]

♪

Who the hell
you think you are?

Hey, Miss Norma.

Can I get you a scone
or somethin'?

Whatever it is you want with
my son, it ain't gonna happen.

You came here
for an explanation.

I got one.

Come on, sit down.

♪

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I can't compete with the flash
or the fast money,

but what I will do is die
to protect my kids

just to make sure
they don't end up like you or--

Like Speak?
I agree with you.

I'mma be real straight up
with you.

I want to exploit your son.
Sure I do.

I want to exploit the fuck
out of his potential

because I see
that he could be somebody.

He ain't no gangster.

Oh, we agree on that too.
But you ain't hearing me.

I'm paying for his schooling
so he can make me money,

so he can make himself money,
so he can make your life better.

And all of it legit.

But more than that.

I am done with white people
and what they do to us.

You should know that
better than anybody.

We need
to police ourselves.

We need our own businesses
for our own people

run by our own people.

Whisper it,
what we really need?

The Republic
of South Side Chicago.

And I grew up
on 61st and Prairie.

Ain't no such thing
as somethin' for nothin'.

You been
over there lately?

They got lots ain't nothing
but a patch of dirt

going for over $500,000.

Now, in the right garden,
your boy Joshua...

♪

...ain't no tellin' what
he could accomplish.

♪

Don't hold him back,
Miss Norma.

[Cellphone chimes]

♪ South Side of Chicago ♪

♪ South Side, Chicago ♪

♪ Don't you know, I'm from
the South Side of Chicago ♪

♪ I'm from the South Side
of Chicago ♪

You had the only copy
of that video.

That's right.

So how did it...?

We leaked it.

Why?

So the prosecution would see it
and show it to the jury.

The jury...

The jury hates me.
They thinks I'm a monster!

Round seven.

What?

Foreman caught Ali
with a big right hand.

He knew
it was a good punch.

It felt like a good punch.

And George knew
what a good punch felt like

and what it did
to an opponent.

So when Ali leaned in
and whispered to him,

"Is that all you got,
George?"

the big fella knew exactly
what he was dealing with now,

and it wasn't normal.

And the fight was over
right there.

I'll see you
in the morning.

[Exhales slowly]

♪

♪

♪

[Pills rattling]

♪

♪

♪

The defence is asking
for a do-over, Your Honour.

He's already cross-examined
this witness.

That was before the state
made the video

the centrepiece
of their case.

In light of the new evidence,
I-I just have new questions.

New questions?

Just one or two.

Okay.

No tricks, Counsellor. No.

Short and sweet.
That's me.

[Sighs]

♪ But resignation come with
bonuses and recognition ♪

♪ So we gon' break into stores
on Magnificent Mile ♪

♪ And if we gotta go,
let's go to prison in style ♪

♪ Cops killin' kids
and stayin' out of jail ♪

♪ But Bobby Shmurda
can't even catch bail ♪

Counselor...

♪ So it's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 ♪

♪ Now I got everybody
yelling out, "Fuck 12" ♪

♪ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,
10, 11, fuck 12 ♪

♪ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,
10, 11, fuck 12 ♪

[Click, music stops]

A good working man's shoe.

Would you please step down from
the witness stand, Lieutenant?

Lieutenant.

♪

♪

♪

How many other cops
at the Low Bar that night

were wearing
vintage Doc Martens

from a little store
in Camden Town?

♪

Sit down, Lieutenant.

♪

Lieutenant,
I'm going to need you

to return
to the witness stand.

♪

♪

Will you look at the timecode
on the video?

♪

What time is it?

♪

You told us you were
at home then.

And your deputy chief told us
he was there with you.

And your brother officers
Frater and Gallagher told us

you went home
way before 8:00.

So which is it, Brannigan?

Can you be in two places
at the same time?

Or did you bring your people
all the way down here

to lie to this jury?

♪

♪

♪

♪ This Chicago ♪

♪

♪

♪ This 61st Street ♪

♪ This Chicago ♪

♪

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