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You can see this large crowd forming around me as people...

Whatever! Fuck this shit!

Hey. Get down.

You're near a window. Get down.

Tayesha, get down.

Get down now.

Tayesha!

Get down!

Fuck.

Talk.

How's he holding up?

He just saw his father waving a gun, bullets flying over our heads.

What do you think? - I'm trying to keep us alive.

I am not a soldier under your command, Ray. I am your wife.

And I need you to talk. Now.

What do you want me to say, huh? Tell me what you want me to say.

I want the truth.

They try and talk me into a drug deal. I wasn't down with it. That's the truth.

Some cops you've never seen, never met

just magically walked up to you asking for drugs?

So all of a sudden, I wanna build a drug empire under your nose?

- Ray. - Huh?

'Cause we got all the shit that comes with the drug game, right?

Marble floors, Jacuzzis, the Benz outside.

You believing that bullshit now?

God.

I was gonna do what I had to do to make the rent, but I walked away.

They said you tried to kill a cop.

But what about what I'm saying?

Because you always tell the truth, right?

I see that thirsty bitch down the hallway is pregnant.

Is it yours?

What?

What the fuck are you talking about? No.

But you don't know for sure, do you?

Tayesha, why you gotta bring this bullshit up right now?

Tayesha.

Tay.

Watch your step.

Lieutenant Poincy.

Detective.

Why does he pick you?

Well, we crossed paths.

He was coming down the elevator with his woman and his child.

- Doesn't know you from Adam? - As far as I know, not at all.

Does he know that you were there? Barton Drive?

I have no idea what he knows about me, sir.

Shot in the dark-- he wants you to give his testimony.

Whatever that means. Yeah. He picked me.

Well, we ran his life down.

Lot of overtime at some shitty Po-Boy joint.

But years ago, he was Special Forces. So how does he carry himself?

Like he's seen some shit. And he claims to be innocent.

And he wants to talk to the D.A. about entrapment.

The guy's full of shit.

You get any footage from the buy-and-bust?

Look like we ropin' a kingpin? Buy-and-bust don't get recorded.

Your "probable cause." Where did it come from?

We got a chain of messages from a big-time player--Shorty Red.

This Rayshawn was dispatched to finalize the sale,

but the fucker bolted when he stepped into a charge.

Bottom line.

He seems pretty adamant about his innocence.

Oh, yeah, he seems real innocent, doesn't he?

Just telling you what the guy told me.

Yeah, well, he should focus on getting his family out.

And maybe you should, too. - Hey, hey, hey.

You should stay the fuck out my face.

Now that we've got that settled, let's contain this shit.

Go have a talk with PIB.

You made first contact.

Make him feel composed as well as you can.

Then tell him the real negotiators are here to work with him.

Have a seat.

Put this on.

Okay. You ready?

Yeah.

Free Rayshawn!

Free Rayshawn! Free Rayshawn!

Free Rayshawn! Free Rayshawn!

Free Rayshawn! Free Rayshawn!

Mommy, I have to do number one.

Free Rayshawn!

Okay.

Free Rayshawn! Free Rayshawn!

- I got him. - Free Rayshawn!

Free Rayshawn! Free Rayshawn!

Come on, Ray-Ray.

Free Rayshawn! Free Rayshawn!

Free Rayshawn!

All right.

All right, go for it, little man.

You done?

All right. Shake it off.

That's how the big boys do.

Wash your hands.

Ray-Ray. Get back in there.

Hello.

- Hey, Rayshawn, I'm sorry. I didn't know. - Hey, your boys are out for blood.

They're trying to kill me before I can explain my side of this.

- They're not my boys, Rayshawn. - Good. Good.

Because you let them know they try and bury me and my family,

I'm-a take them with me.

Hey, don't say that. It don't have to end that way.

You a good man, Rayshawn. I seen it in your eyes.

You know what I see in your eyes, Lieutenant Poincy?

What's that?

Fear.

This ain't about me.

Well, it is now, my brother.

You want the truth, tell the D.A. to call me.

...this apartment for several hours.

Now, police have not released any information,

but they are calling this a hostage situation.

It's believed to be related to an incident

in which a detective was run over during a police chase which ended here.

We have a local resident who saw the tail end of this chase.

What can you tell us?

Fuck the police. That's the long and short of it.

Rayshawn. Rayshawn. You still there?

Well, there you have it, I guess. Back to you in the studio.

I hear the big car's rolling in.

The D.A. here yet?

Yeah, yeah.

She's on her way. She's been contacted.

All right. Good.

Good. That's good.

Usually the black cops are worse than the white ones, man.

What's your story?

Keeping the peace. Trying to enrich the community.

Sounds like a police recruit commercial, bruh.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, look, uh, I got some good news, Rayshawn.

Now, there's a police negotiator here who can help you much better than I can.

Uh-uh. No. Miss me with that. I only talk to you.

- Hey, these are good people, Rayshawn. - I don't give a fuck if they're great.

- I only talk to you, nobody else. - Look, Rayshawn...

Rayshawn, this is negotiator Alexandra Lincoln.

I've been doing this for 15 years,

and I've handled some impossible situations.

I wanna help us all find a way out of this.

Alexandra, you ever fuck a black man?

Answer the question. You ever fuck a black man?

- We're not talking about me. - 'Cause I ain't about to be your first.

Next time y'all call, make sure it's Steven,

or I'll hang up again.