All language subtitles for Homicide.Life.on.the.Street.S07E10.Shades.of.Gray.1080p.PCOK.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-NTb_track3_[eng]

Hey, you gotta turn it down.

Hey, enough
with this garbage already!

You two are gonna
turn those noise makers down,

or I'm gonna pull
this ride over at the next--

Oh, God!

7-17 to dispatch.

Dispatch, go ahead, 7-17.

Signal 31,
at Park Heights and Woodland.

Come on, 7-17.

I got a female pedestrian down.

I need an ambulance.

You kill that woman, man?

He don't give a damn,
he wasn't even watchin'
where he was drivin' at.

Listen, punk!

You, it doesn't
bother you, do it, McCusker?

It's like
you was aimin' for her!

- You go to hell!
- You go to hell!

Homicide.

The most underrated
Baltimore landmark,
the water tower in Curtis Bay.

Yeah, the one
with the Roman arches,
I love that.

Baltimore Cemetery.

At night, the entrance
looks like the set
from an old horror movie.

Or the old Pabst Brewery
at the bottom of Light Street.

Baltimore is a city
of many splendors,

but the greatest architectural
feat, Madonna's Bra.

- What?
- Yeah, Madonna's Bra.

There's a sewage treatment plant
out in East Point,

and two golden cones just
sticking up out of nowhere.

"Madonna's Bra"?

That's what the east siders
call it.

Two golden orbs
shimmering in the moonlight,
towering over the landscape.

- I don't think
I've ever seen it.
- Are you serious?

To die without viewing it
would mark an incomplete life.

What the hell's going on?

All units,
tactical teams

are now responding
to civil disturbance
at Lower Park Heights.

This frequency is now committed
channel for that event.

Eighty-eight,
we got a fire,

at the corner
of Quantico.

It's a bad day to be
in a radio car.

Homicide, Lewis.

There's a riot going on
up in Park Heights.

Two bodies on the ground.

Bad day in general.

- Gaffney said this to you?
- Said he was concerned.

Said he was just here to help.

- He's a snake.
- You two go way back, I take it.

He was useless as patrolman,
as a detective, even worse.

As a captain,
well, I guess, he does his best.

But, of course,
then I'm not the one to know

what the police captains
actually do.

Hey, Gee, we've got a riot
going on up in Northwest.

They called Homicide?

Two dead so far.

- Tactical's trying
to keep things under control.
- Where exactly?

Around Park Heights
and Woodland.

Little Jamaica. Go with them.

Raise me on the radio
when you know what they've got.

- Jasper.
- Welcome to the party.

We heard you had
two on the ground.

Two dead males,
one injured woman.

Here's the first body.

Oh, good God.

No idea who beat on him or why.

But the uniform says it all.

BTA bus, BTA driver.

- He was dead when you got here?
- Very.

Any witnesses?

No, when we got here
it was a riot,
not a crime scene.

Where's the second
homicide victim?

This way.

More of the same, huh?

You tell me,
I don't have a clue
how it all fits together.

What about the injured woman?

Medic-5 transported
a Black female to Sinai.

She was found
in front of the bus,

unconscious, and looking
like she might stay that way.

What happened to you?

Some moke threw a brick
when we made the turn-off
from Cold Spring.

No reason,
for the fun of it, I guess.

Hell of a day.

What's up with him?

Fatal beatdown.

Same with Ralph Kramden
up the block there.

Plus we got a woman
getting ready to go
10-7 on us up at Sinai.

All right,
we'll go to the hospital,
and check on the victim.

- You got a preference...
- No, you call it.

Well, we started the driver,
so we'll work him.

- Was she beaten?
- I don't think so.

There was no scratches,
no abrasions, no welts.

Not really good with forensics,
but if you ask me,
I think she was hit by a car.

Any ID?

Yeah, the passport
and the green card
from her purse.

Said she's Marletta Manley,
she's 36 years old.

- She's a Jamaican national.
- Is she gonna make it?

Mm, that's touch and go.

She lost the baby, though,
that's for sure.

Baby?

Yeah, six-months pregnant.

Patrick McCusker, 53.

He called in
to report that his bus
had struck a female pedestrian.

He asked for ambo.
That's all we know.

- Did you know the man?
- I knew him.

Friends?

Not friends.

- The man is dead.
- Why speak ill, right?

The man died on the job,
on his route.

I got no problems with him.

Paxton Smart.

$22,329.

ADSS card.

Monthly bus fare card, state ID,

- DOB, 29. '76.
- Bus fare card.

Maybe he was on a bus.

No way to tell.

The man gets beat a long way
from the main attraction.

Maybe he was
dragged here afterwards.

Dragged?

Now, if a man's gonna
get beat down in a riot,

you know,
why you wanna drag him out here?

You just leave his body
where it lays.

Well, maybe he didn't want
a part of the riot.

Maybe he was trying to get away,
and someone catches him here.

A button? What's that mean?

It could have been
here for a week.

True.

But it ain't exactly like
our cup runneth over with clues.

Excuse me.
I paid for two fare zones.

I rode ten blocks,
I want my money back.

- You on the bus?
- I'm saying you owe me
for at least one zone.

Yes, ma'am, we do.
We most certainly do.

A dollar and 80 cents.

Excuse me, Detective,
she was on the bus.

A witness, and she's still here?

Excuse me,
ma'am, did you see
what happened here today?

The afternoon disturbance here
in the Lower Park Heights area

has left two people dead,
one critically injured.

In addition, two city officers
were treated and released
from area hospitals.

Authorities say it began
when a pregnant
female pedestrian--

People don't get beaten to death
in broad daylight in my city.

I don't care if we have to
work around the clock.

No one goes home
until we've made arrests.

- Yes, sir.
- Where's Ballard?

- Off for three days.
- Is she reachable?

No, she's up in the Shenandoah,

she's hiking
the Appalachian Trail.

- Page her.
- We tried that, Gee.

Her desk started beeping.

All right, the two of you
get over there to Channel 11.

We want a copy
of that videotape riot.

You got it, Gee.

So there was loud music.

There was these
two boys with radios.

First, there was one
playing this island music.

Reggae.

He was Western,
anyway, you could tell
from his accent.

And the other man?

Well, he was younger,

playing that
hippity-hop nonsense.

All right, so these two guys
were playing their music loud.

Well, one
would turn his up loud,

and the other one
would turn his up even louder.

And what did the driver do?

Look back around the cusp,
told him to turn it down.

He got angry?

Was there a racial epithet used,
either from the driver
or from the passengers?

Anybody get upset
because McCusker was white?

I don't recall
anybody saying anything.

Of course,
he's been a bus driver
on that line for a long time.

It ain't like he made
a whole lot of friends.

So you're saying
that Mr. McCusker

had some problems
with Black folks?

I'm saying

he wasn't real friendly.

But you don't remember
anything racial

that may have
started the incident?

He ran over a Black woman.

Of course,
if she'd have been white,
she'd have got hurt, too.

It ain't like white folks
got rubber bumpers
on their backsides.

Damn. Page after page.

Paxton Smart's a piece of work.

Drug distribution,
weapons charges,

assault with intent,
assault by shooting.

If a Jamaican drug dealer
falls in the alley,

and there's
no one there to hear him,
does he make a sound?

What do you two have?

Well, we got
one dead jake in the alley.

No indication of whether
this incident had anything
to do with the one on the bus.

- Anything else?
- He had a monthly BTA pass.

Maybe he was on the bus
when McCusker hit that woman.

All right, Giardello and Gharty,

you have a passenger
in the interrogation room.

- Better go
to look at your victim.
- Right.

Lieutenant, Colonel
Barnfather's on line one.

Just like that?
You assume there's
some racial element involved?

- It's a natural assumption.
- It's an unnatural assumption.

The case is about mob violence.

It's about trying
to figure out who's responsible

for starting a riot
that killed a man.

You jump to race,
you start making assumptions,

it makes it that much tougher
to get to the truth.

You didn't get the sense
that the driver had some issues

when we were talking
to his supervisor?

There was no real love
for McCusker there.

They weren't friends.
It doesn't mean it's about race.

White man drives bus
into Black pregnant woman.

Black crowd beats white man
to death, torches bus.

Am I missing something?

You don't think
that this could have happened
if the bus driver was Black?

No, I don't.

- How can you say that?
- How can I say that?

I've lived
in Baltimore my whole life.

I'm white, and the city ain't.

I know how that plays
in some places.

- Nothing personal,
you understand.
- Oh, yeah, I understand.

No, he's West Indian.

I don't like them much, though.

They move in,
and change the neighborhood.

Do you recognize
him from the bus?

No. Mm-mm.

He wasn't the West Indian
with the loud radio?

Oh, the man
on the bus was older.

Thank you.

Are your parents home?

Baltimore police.

We're looking for
the relatives of a woman

named Marletta Manley.

There are none.

Excuse me?

She come alone
from Kingston eight days ago.

New green card.

What was Marletta doing here?

What do everyone
do when they come to America?

She look for better.

Where's her roommate?

This floor, other side.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

...more
active, moving around more.

A week ago?

Paxton reported,
and said he was okay.

Yeah, all right, then, thanks.

Paxton Smart's parole officer
says he reported last week,

and claimed to be crime-free,
and looking for work.

Meaning he was out there

doing the same old, same old,
but just lying about it.

- Probably.
- What if he got beat on spec?

What if he got done to death
for no damn reason,

just for being
in the wrong place
when the drama was going down?

We could try his address,
see how he was living,
talk to his folks.

Yeah, that's the next move,

- I'm just going to snatch up
some joe, you want one?
- No, I'm good.

Gharty,
everything that Channel 11

ever aired or filmed
on the riot.

Station manager
was extremely cooperative,

as long as we provided him
with tips on any arrests
and perp walk.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

Damn.

Damn.

It's a shame
they didn't get footage
of the driver getting beat,

like Los Angeles,
case would be closed.

Oh, that's him,
that's him, that's the boy.

- The one
with the camouflage jacket on.
- What about him?

Oh, he's the one
who got on the bus
with the second loud radio,

playing that hip-hop.

You recognize anyone else?

That one, standing there

watching with
the knitted cap on his head,

the one
playing that island music.

- Are you sure?
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Oh.

They sure wearing
that poor bus out.

Trouble, Gee.

Big trouble with my dead
Jamaican in that alley.

I'll bet I can guess.

I bet you can't.
There's my only clue.

You're going to
tell me that button's off

a standard
blue patrolman's shirt.

- Yeah.
- And that you found it

in an alley
near the body of Paxton Smart,

and that the police
may be involved in his death.

- How the hell--
- Get over
to the northwest district.

- The shift changes
in about 40 minutes.
- How'd you know that, Gee?

I just came
from Barnfather's office.

There's already
talk in the Heights.

Man, if this
gets out in Little Jamaica,

we're gonna have
ourselves a real riot coming.

Get over to the district now.

They're out
on the corners tonight.

Yep, Rastafarian street party.

The jakes up here
are crazy, man.

My mother's mother
was West Indian.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. Proud woman.

But all of her people
were like that.

- Where from, exactly?
- Trinidad.

She came here as a young girl,
went to college,
got a teaching degree.

She always acted
like she was a little better

than just
regular folk, you know?

How do you mean?

Like there was
more to her culture

than anyone who came out
of the Carolina backwoods
could claim.

It's still like that.

The West Indians
hold themselves apart.

Well, it's like
the Northern Italians.

I mean, you know,
they get confused.

They think
they're Swiss or something.

They start looking
at Sicilians as if they're dogs.

That's funny.
To me, Italian's Italian.

To you, Black is Black.

I'm not much on the island boys.

I worked a foot post
at Belvedere in the Heights
for about six months.

Let me tell you something.

These jakes were
manning every drug corner

from Belvedere
down to Park Circle.

You ask me, they got
no reason to hold themselves
above or apart from anyone.

Yeah, there's plenty doing dirt,

but there's plenty more
like Marletta Manley
coming here straight up

just looking for
some piece of a decent life.

Like today, we're downstairs,
and we see a dope fiend
on his afternoon nod.

We go upstairs,
we find a clean spare room

with a new bassinet

and job applications
on the table.

Heads, tails, same coin.

That's what I'm saying.

We're gonna deal with the shift
coming in off the street.

Y'all two take the one
going out, all right?

- It's kind of awkward.
- Sure is.

We're here to identify
one cop for murder,

while you guys ask his
bunkies to look at photographs
for another killing.

Better not stay too close to us.
Might get the cold shoulder.

Lewis, Sheppard?
Never heard of them.

My man.

What's up?

Lewis, Homicide, downtown.

Hellriegel. Street, uptown.

You lost something there.

Who's she with,
the fashion police?

Jimmy, get me the union rep
on the line, will you?

Thanks, Jimmy.

I want my lawyer.

How did you know
I was even on the bus?

We're police, Mr. Yates.
We know everything.

Yeah, we know
you helped smash the bus window.

Oh, yeah, you were the one
that heaved that brick
through the side window.

We know that.

Yeah, well, he shouldn't
have run that lady down.

Oh, well, that was an accident.

A brick through a window,
now that's no accident.

He should have seen
where he was going instead
of worrying about my tunes.

Fresh stuff, huh?

What, the bus driver
had no ear for the cutting edge?

Yeah.

So when he was
down on the ground,
you got your shots in, right?

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, look, look, look,

I never touched
that man, all right?

Now, look, I might have messed
with the bus a little bit,
but I left that man alone.

Now, y'all know about the brick,
and y'all know I had nothing
to do with that beatdown.

- Who did?
- Peoples, man.

- Peoples?
- Yeah, lots of them.

- Jamaicans?
- Some of them was,
some of them was regular folks.

We heard you had some beef
with a Jamaican on the bus.

You had your tunes,
he was playing his.

Man, I'm sick of all
that island stuff, all right?

Them going around eating all
that goat and jerk chicken,

playing them damn
dub tapes every night,

hair all out to here,
talking about,
"Jah this and jah that."

Look, man,
this is Baltimore, all right?

I'm from Baltimore, all right?

So the jake with the radio,
the one you beef with,

the woman on the bus says
the driver smashed his radio.

Yeah, I was there for that.

So, was he in on the beatdown?

No, man, he tried to stop it.

We think Officer Hellriegel is
the one that beat Paxton Smart.

I know about Hellriegel.

- I've had problems
with him before.
- What do you mean?

About five years ago,
he was involved
in a police shooting.

Hellriegel
covered for a lieutenant

who shot
a young Black man in the back.

Hellriegel knows the drill,
he's lawyered up good and tight.

- He make any statements?
- None.

What we do have is this,
an open IID complaint
for excessive force.

The complainant, Paxton Smart.

And guess which one
of Baltimore's finest
he's complaining about?

Officer Hellriegel Meister here.

Then it's an open investigation?

Scheduled for a trial board.

You know, Paxton's serious
as a heart attack about this.

He's even got a witness listed.

- A witness?
- Mm-hmm. Another Jamaican.

His name is Desmond--

- Clements.
- Clements.

Find him, fast.

You think he was
with Paxton Smart
when the beating went down?

Either that
or he's heard about it,

and knows the name
of other witnesses.

This Yates kid
rides that bus every school day.

Then he must know the name
of the passengers.
Lean on him, get names.

I want everyone on that bus
in an interrogation room.

Come on, man.

Y'all know that bus
would have burned

whether I threw
that brick or not.

I'm telling you,
there wasn't a lot of love
in Park Heights

for Mr. McCusker, man.

- No?
- Oh, man, please.

He would drive
right past the stop
if you wasn't there waiting.

Even if he seen you running
to catch his bus,
he'd just drive on.

- So was that racial?
- Of course it was racial, man.

You think he would have just
driven past some white lady
a few feet from the stop?

I don't know.

When was the last time
a white lady

was at a Lower Park Heights
bus stop?

I'm saying make believe, man.

I'm saying that you don't know

that this had anything to do
with race.

The people that beat McCusker,
did they say anything racial?

Did they do anything to show
that they were hitting him
because he was white?

Look, man,
they hate that man, all right?

They've been hating him
for as long

as he's been driving
the number 13.

He was always out
there dogging somebody,

talking about
they don't got enough
for the fare

or they gotta pay
extra for the zone, man.

- You know what I'm saying.
- Hey, that was his job.

Look, man,
you just don't know, all right?

I am asking you
to remember.

Did anyone say anything racial
before McCusker got beat?

- Did they?
- No, not out loud.

You want to avoid
adult detention?

You give us the names
of every passenger
you can remember

and what they did do
and what they did not do.

They gonna know I put 'em in?

Not from us.

All right,
just cop a squat in here.

Make yourself comfortable.

look like a busful.

Look, do we have
all the passengers?

There's no way to know that.

You take their statement,
you get some names.

More names, more interviews
and more interviews.

- Vicious cycle.
- Diligence, Munch. Diligence.

- What bus?
- What bus?

No, uh-uh, I don't know
what you're talking about.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- No, uh-uh.

I've been on the bus,
but I wasn't on that bus.

I was outside the bus,
don't mean I was on the bus.

I wasn't on that bus.

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh.

Desmond Clements' address
looks to be a working
drug house.

Looks like.

We knock on that door,
they're gonna panic.
Flight or fight, you know?

Hey, we don't care about nobody
but our witness.

Anybody else
comes through that door,
let them go.

Hmm?

All right, now, hey,
you're going up to the front.
Announce yourself.

I figure if our boy's in there,
he'll come bouncing out
the back.

- You set?
- Yeah, good to go.

Police, looking
for Desmond Clemens.

Police, open up!

Hey, Sheppard,
anything come your way?

- No, not yet.
What about you?
- Nothing worth keeping.

I'm going inside
to see what's what.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, easy, Desmond.

Police. Get out of here.

Down. Down on the ground.

What? You're going to shoot me?

For what?

Get off me! Get off me!

Bitch, let him go!

Get off me! Get off me!

I'll shoot, let him go!

Hey! Hey, get the hell up!

Bitch, come on!

Get o--

- Hands behind your back!
Get 'em behind your back!
- Okay! Okay! Okay!

- You got him?
- Okay, okay.

I got him,
man, I got him.

- You got him?
- I got him,
man, I got him.

Let go. Let go.
Let go of him, baby. Let go.

Signal 13,
I got an officer down,

3600 block, Homer Avenue.

Stay down!

- No, no, no, hey, hey.
- He got-- he got my gun.

- It's all right,
it's all right.
- He got my gun.

- I got him.
- I know you did, babe.

I didn't let go. I know.

- What are you doing back?
- You tell me.

I am on a ridge line
20 miles from nowhere,

and I am watching
a red-tailed hawk chase a rabbit

through a field
of orange heather,

when all of a sudden
there's a US park ranger
on horseback.

It was a very Harlequin Romance,

only he's got a teletype
telling me I have to report

to my shift commander
immediately.

So, what? What am I missing?

- Sheppard's hurt.
- What?

Yeah, she was beaten.

Lewis is with her at General.

What the hell is going on?
Come on, we'll fill you in
on the way.

- You gonna dump me?
- What?

You gonna move me
off the shift,
get me off the street?

No, of course not.

I got beat.

Got my gun too.

Could have happened to anyone.

If they ran out that back door,
then it happens to Lewis.

Right?

So, you still think
this is racial?

- I know it is.
- Based on what?

Based on scratch the surface
in this town, what do you get?

It's always been that way,
it ain't gonna change.

This guy McCusker,
he's been driving a bus
for 20 years, right?

Okay, so, he's not sending
any money to the NAACP,

but he's doing his job,
and then one day,

he smacks into a woman, Black,
in the neighborhood, Black.

And his passengers, all Black,
decide he's done his job
long enough.

You know,
maybe there is another reason.

It seems that
this McCusker didn't hesitate
to piss people off.

I piss people off,
you piss people off.

You don't see a crowd
gathering to stomp us to death.
For that, you need race.

Maybe you need race, Gharty.
Makes it a lot easier
for you, doesn't it?

You don't have to dig deeper,
look further
for what really happened.

- You know, call it a race crime,
and everybody's happy, right?
- Oh, come on.

Some Texas rednecks
drag a Black guy
behind a pickup truck,

it makes the national news.

But a white bus driver
gets beat to death
in Little Jamaica,

- and nobody wants to talk about
what we all know.
- No!

- What you think you know.
- Hey, hey, pal!

I was on the street during
the Winter Olympics of '79.
You remember?

A couple of feet of snow
became an excuse for looting
in every Black neighborhood.

In 1968, Gay Street
and Pennsylvania Avenue,

it all burns
while they throw bottles at cops
and firefighters.

A lot happened in April '68.

You know, as I remember it,

that story started on
a hotel balcony in Memphis.

Oh, and that justifies anything?

No way that
that justifies anything.

Look, all I know
is that you don't see

white people throwing bricks
in this town

just because something
doesn't go their way.

Well, what wouldn't go your way?
Tell me, I want to know.

What would have to go wrong
for guys like you
to throw a brick?

What, mortgage rate
rises above 10%?

Or maybe the lawn service
didn't show on Sunday.

Oh, no, no, no, no, I know.

The new Buick's come out
with less leg room.

- No justice, no peace.
- Oh, you think you're funny.

No, there's nothing
about this conversation

that is even remotely
humorous to me.

Hey, the other passengers,

they're acting
like they're not even sure
where Baltimore is.

Much less
the number 13 bus route.

Ah, to hell with it.
Let's just charge them all.

- We'll, uh,
we'll sort it out later.
- Yeah, charge them all!

- You can lock up the whole city!
- Right!

Hey, Meldrick, where is she?

Gee's in there with her.

Oh, my God, how is she doing?

Oh, she's doing great, Ballard.
What the hell you think?

She got her ass kicked.
Broken ribs, I think.

She got stomped,
that's how she's doing.

Why didn't you wait for backup?

Because there were no units
in the area, Munch.

- I thought I had it covered.
Why?
- Where were you?

What are you, IID?
I was in the back of the house.

I wanted her
to raise them up in the front
so they'd come back at me.

- Did you get the witness?
- Yeah, yeah, he's in a cage car
on the way down to Homicide.

She wouldn't let go.
She wouldn't let
the son of a bitch go.

They got her gun, too.

- They got her gun?
- Yeah, they got her gun.

Now, you know
how that is, Ballard.
Female police on the street.

Now, no offense or nothing,
but nine times out of ten,

they ain't gonna win no fight
with a flashlight
or a nightstick.

I mean, she don't weigh
but 120 pounds.

She got nothing to do
but go straight for the gun.

- So they got it
away from her, huh?
- Yeah, they got the gun away.

They shot at me with it,
done killed my best brim?

Nah, nah, no way, no how,

nobody's gonna
beat my partner down like that,

take her weapon,
and use it to shoot up my lid.

- I ain't gonna hear that.
- Meldrick.

Meldrick.

Stay with Lewis.

, ease off.

I'm Homicide.

I'm working on a murder
of a young brother

who was killed this afternoon
in the alley off the Heights.

Now, I know what the talk is.

I know a lot of people
around the way are saying

that maybe the police did this,
maybe the police
killed that boy.

Well, I'm here to tell you
right here, right now,

I think that just might be true.

And because I think
that might be true,

me and my partner
was up in a house
on Homer Avenue

looking for a witness.

We were looking for somebody
to tell us

what might have happened
to Paxton Smart.

And if that witness up
and puts in a police

for killing that young brother,
then so be it.

That's what we was working on

when my partner
got her ass kicked

and got her gun took.

That sister was beat
by a Black man,

and she's up in a hospital
right now coughing up blood.

Now, one of two things
can happen here.

Number one,

that gun comes back.

Not tomorrow,
not the next day, but tonight.

And number two,

we ain't never going to see
that weapon again.

And if that's the case,
every police in the world
is going to come down

to Lower Park Heights,

and y'all are going to wish
you had never heard
of Baltimore, Maryland.

That gun comes back to me,

or my crew
is going to give y'all crew
a real reason to riot.

Hear me.

I want that gun.

I don't really see
the point here.

What does it matter
whether or not

there were complaints
against McCusker?

None of it justifies
what happened.

We've got people who believe
this incident is racial.

We've got people
who are going to use
what happened today

to justify some ugly ideas.

Look, we've got tension
all along Park Heights tonight.

We've got people believing
that white bus drivers
run down pregnant Black women.

And we've got whites thinking

that Black folks are looking
for any reason
to resort to violence.

One more incident,
and we're going to have
ourselves a riot

that'll make what happened today
seem like a fart in high wind.

Now, if this thing was personal,
if it wasn't racial--

Where are you from,
Agent Giardello?

I'm from here.

- Baltimore.
- Really?

To hear you talk, I would think
that you haven't been
around these parts

in quite a while.

- That's my child.
- Yes, ma'am.

Ms. Manley,
what do you remember?

The bus.
It was on the wrong side.

You were struck
in the northbound lanes,

and the bus
was going northbound.

- Yes.
- Did you see the bus?

I'm in this country eight days.

In my country,
in Jamaica, it's different.

Buses and cars stay to the left.

Here, everything
is to the right.

You were crossing the street,
and you looked the wrong way.

It was my fault.

Tell the driver
it was my own fault.

He should not feel so badly.

My father had nothing
against anyone.

Ms. McCusker,
his supervisor showed me

three dozen complaints
by passengers
over the last eight years.

Are you telling me
your father enjoyed
the Park Heights route?

It was where he came from.

Dad grew up on Wylie Avenue.

Neighborhood changed, though.

- Yeah, did it ever.
- And that bothered your father?

A little.

He moved to the County
after the blockbusting started

north of Park Circle.

But it isn't the same, is it?

He was a city boy.
That was what he knew.

Him staying on that route,

I think it was his way
of staying connected

to who he was,
to where he came from.

Even though that place
no longer exists?

- I suppose.
- And who did he blame for that?

What are you asking me?

Are you asking me
whether he'd run down
a Black woman

because his neighborhood
turned to garbage?

No. No. Of course not.

No offense to you, but that was
a beautiful neighborhood.

Nothing down there now
but guns and shooting

and people
who don't want to work.

But that didn't stop
my father from doing his job.

He got up every day
and drove that bus.

And just because some people say
he didn't let them do
every damn thing they wanted to,

they're going to complain.

Well, so what?

My dad didn't have to
like them none.

He had to make the stops
and take the fares.

Paxton sold drugs. I sell drugs.

Officer Hellriegel,
he knows this.

- He knows the both of us.
- Right, right.

Now, were you with Paxton
when he was dragged
into that alley,

or do you know who was with him?

Man, there was no protection
for Paxton.

- There would be none for I.
- Not true.

You tell us
what I think you know,

and Officer Hellriegel
will not be on the street.

And what about the next cop?
And the one after him?

Well, after it comes out
why Paxton was killed,

no officer in his right mind
is going to risk his career
messing with you.

You're a state's witness
in a murder investigation.

That's a hell of
a lot more profile
than what Paxton had

- in a brutality complaint.
- That's right.

Now, if you help us out
with this,

we're not going to
bang you as hard

for assaulting
that female detective.

- She okay?
- She's hurting.

And let me tell you
something there, bunky.

That's my partner
you're talking about.

And for me to cut you
any slack on this at all
is a miracle.

Now, if you don't help me out,

give me what I need
in this murder,

I ain't got no reason

not to let the state's attorney
go wild on your ass.

Falsone said
Marletta Manley will recover.

He also said she stepped out
in front of that bus
without looking.

So, McCusker gets murdered
for no good reason?

We know that
Hellriegel killed Paxton Smart.

- Who killed McCusker?
- Well, who didn't?

We got 12 different passengers
giving 16 stories,
putting each other in.

The way I see it,
they're all guilty.

If we try to make
everyone responsible,
no one will be.

The jury will end up
losing itself in the numbers
and acquitting everyone.

But McCusker was, in fact,
beaten to death by a mob.

You saying
we should overlook that?

No, I'm saying
we should pick our battles.

Take one honest witness.

One person who we know
was not involved in the brawl

and let him testify
as to who threw the first punch.

Maybe the second or the third.
That is a case we can win.

But do we have that witness?

Mr. Dekker, at this point,

you're the only passenger
who hasn't pointed the finger
at someone else.

You're also the only passenger

who has been exonerated
by all of our other witnesses.

We know you had
nothing to do with it.

We also know
that the bus driver

didn't deliberately hit
Marletta Manley.

She stepped out into traffic.

There was no way
he could have stopped in time.

Did you realize that?

Is that why you tried
to stop the beating?

No.
I tried to stop it
because I started it.

I didn't see no woman.
I don't know what happened.

All I know is he, the driver,
he smashed my radio.

The kid said that,
that McCusker broke your box.

People was yelling
in front of the bus.

The driver was angry.
Others were angry. And my radio.

I told him he had no right.

He looked at me
and then down at the woman.

And it was only then I saw.

- You didn't hit him?
- Another man.

He called the driver a name
and then another shoved him.

But finally there was
this one young man

who threw the driver
on the ground.

I grabbed that young man.

But others,
they start kicking the driver,
kicking him.

Because of me. I am the cause.

Over a radio, a man is dead.

Okay, Downey.

Okay.

Him. Him. And him.

The rest of them
you can cut loose.

Got 'em.
First shove,
first punch, first kick.

- Present and accounted for.
- Danvers wants to go
for second degree on all three.

I want them cuffed
with Officer Hellriegel.

And I want them led out
the front lobby doors.

The four of them
doing a perp walk together
should calm this city down.

- There he is!
- How does it feel
to be going to jail?

How do you feel
about that, Officer Hellriegel,
can you tell us?

You were right.
It wasn't race.

It's a lousy radio.

- You think?
- Yeah.

A man from another country
plays his radio.

A man from this country
plays his.
They fight.

Another man, another race.
He doesn't want to hear.

He bitches. Woman gets hurt.

And then it unravels. All of it.

All the pretense,
all the rote human connections
break down.

So, what are you saying?

I'm saying that
it's all right there waiting.

Just below the surface.
I mean, a radio, an accident,
those are just excuses.

Those people
didn't like McCusker
because he was McCusker.

Because he gave them
a hard way to go.
And he was angry at that.

That's what started this.

But those passengers
also didn't like
that he was white.

That's what finished things.

Yeah.

Shades of gray, huh?

Yeah, sometimes
I get the feeling this city
has grown subtle on me.

Not better, necessarily.

Just subtle.

Well, welcome home, kiddo.

Hey. Hey.

Got you covered.