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every time I see a white person, they're like,

"Black Lives Matter. Black Lives Matter."

They're so excited to tell me. It's very strange.

Like, I don't know how to respond,

I'm like, "And a Black Lives Matter to you."

[stammers]

[elevator dings]

[button dings]

- I just wanna say, I'm sorry.

- It's cool. I can barely smell it.

- Well--oh, no, not that.

I mean, I'm sorry

for everything going on in the country.

[dramatic music]

With the police shootings and all the injustices

and for white privilege.

♪ ♪

- This thing even move yet?

- I'm an ally, obviously. So I'm not trying to be weird.

- I think it's supposed to light up if it's moving.

- You're probably thinking, like,

"Why is this white bitch talking to me?"

- Now the door's not opening.

- Actually, my nephew is half Black.

♪ ♪

- Fuck.

[spacey guitar music building]

♪ ♪

[pensive bass line]

- ♪ No matter how hard you try ♪

♪ You can't stop me now ♪

[peppy music]

- Hi. My name is Sarge Sean Terry.

And as you know,

the police have been getting a pretty bad rap lately.

[cheesy hip-hop beats] - Somebody say rap music?

- No, no, not that kind of bad rap, Officer McElroy,

I'm talking about our reputation

for shooting unarmed Black people.

- Let's face it.

Policing is a scary job, and mistakes will happen.

- But here are a few and quick easy things

that you can do to not get shot by us.

[siren wails, kids chatter]

[hip-hop beats] - ♪ Please don't stop ♪

- All right, step one,

just comply, man.

It's really that simple.

- If we ask you for your name,

please don't make one up

or give us your buddy's name

or say it's "Deez Nuts."

- And look, if we ask you where you're going,

just tell us the truth.

Don't say you're going to bang my wife.

That thing can lead to an argument fast.

- Our job is hard enough.

Please don't do something dumb

like trying to run away from us.

We don't get paid to run.

- And look, if we gotta choose between chasing you down

or shooting you in the back, nine times out of ten,

we're gonna shoot y--

- What are you doing?

♪ ♪

- ♪ Please don't stop ♪

- Tip number two,

always keep your hands where we can see them.

- Now, this is very important because, if it's really dark...

- Or you're really dark...

- Something like this basketball can look like a gun.

- I can't tell you how many times I've seen a gun

when it was something else.

But like we teach in the academy,

if it looks like a gun, it's a gun.

So in order to avoid any mistakes,

you wanna make sure to keep both hands up high.

Okay?

Light side out like that.

- Now with the other hand, show us some identification.

- Up. Up.

- Hey! Keep them hands up!

♪ ♪

- ♪ Please don't stop ♪

- And the third part is key. It's most important.

Can you just try to be nice?

We know getting pulled over by the police

can be a real pain in the neck.

- Literally.

And look, we gotta deal with some pretty awful people

in some of the worst, shittiest neighborhoods you've ever seen.

I mean, look around.

- We don't have to tell you.

You live here.

But can't you just throw us

a compliment every once in a while

instead of asking us

if we're sucking each other off in the car

or if we're jacking each other off in the car.

- Yeah, we're not doing that, okay?

And how about a little respect? Don't ask us about our salary.

You already know that you Googled it.

- Would it kill you to just be polite?

- It might kill you to not.

- Dude, I don't understand.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Please don't stop ♪

- Come here, buddy.

You don't have anything that'll stick me, right?

- No. - Police are not the bad guys.

- The bad guys are the bad guys.

We're the good guys.

- So help us keep our community safe from your community.

- Hey, ten bucks says you can't make that shot again.

- Ooh. - That's ten bucks.

- Ten bucks. [chatter]

- There's nothing worse than a dancing cop only because

if that cop does happen to kill me later,

I got killed by the dancing cop.

[laughter] That's fucking humiliating.

[dramatic percussion]

- Hey, remember being a kid

and thinking all cops are heroes?

- No. - Right.

I guess, as a person of color,

you wouldn't, and that's the problem.

- Look, cops are just niggas with jobs, okay?

Some are good at it. Some are bad at it.

- Okay, but some jobs are too important

for people to just be bad at it.

I mean, I think it's fair to expect cops to be heroes.

- Heroes have superpowers and dope names and capes.

Cops get a gun and, like, 55 grand a year.

Mistakes will happen. - What?

These are not just mistakes, okay?

Innocent people are being killed--

- So this alarm just goes nowhere, right?

I mean, nobody can hear it. I can hear it.

[alarm ringing]

- I think somebody is stuck in the elevator.

- Yo, that ain't my problem.

I'm on my lunch break and my food ain't get here yet.

- So you not gonna help?

- Are they dying? - What?

- If they're really stuck, they'll still be there

after my food gets here

and I eat it and I digest it.

- All this nigga do is talk on his phone.

- That's right.

[alarm continues ringing]

[exciting music]

- We owe a great debt of gratitude

to these heroes for saving our city from chaos.

- Thank you, Mayor. It is our...agh!

- What's wrong?

- I sense trouble coming.

- Stop this madness. - We demand justice.

- Oh, fuck me. - What's going on?

These heroes just saved our city.

- But in the process,

one of them killed an unarmed brother.

- He zapped him with that eye-ray thing.

- It was an accident.

- Don't apologize.

Homeboy should have complied. - Carnivore, don't.

- Look, what happened to Kareem Man is unfortunate.

- Stop calling him Kareem Man.

- Yeah, it's just Kareem, man.

- That's what I just said.

- [groans]

[people gasp] - More trouble?

- It seems we're being flamed on Black Twitter.

[people gasp] - All right.

How about you people get out of here?

- "You people"?

- Okay, you know that's not what he meant.

- Like hell I didn't.

- We ain't afraid of you mutant crackers.

♪ ♪

- We got Black power.

- Yeah, we got Black power.

- Shaun, no!

- [groans]

- What are you doing? - He had a weapon.

- Just because a Black man is holding a weapon,

it doesn't make him a threat.

- But he was white.

- No, he wasn't.

- Well, I...

- Everybody just calm down.

- Katrina, say something to them.

- Why do I always have to do it?

- You know why.

- Carnivore!

- America is taking action. - Our people, united!

- And we at Fitbit are proud

to stand with you in your fight.

- Will never be defeated!

- Introducing our new Fitbit Protest,

the only wristband designed

to help take your activism to the next level.

Now you can track your heart rate

as well as your contributions to social change.

♪ ♪

[Fitbit pings]

The new Fitbit Protest counts all of your steps,

giving you the motivation you need

to hit all of your marching goals,

wherever you are.

- Next stop, Selma.

- Outwalk all of your heroes.

- We just marched further than MLK.

- Yeah!

- And with the new ally mode,

your Fitbit Protest will send you an alert

whenever it's time to apologize

to a marginalized group.

- I just wanna let you know

I'm sorry for everything going on.

- Thank you.

I feel seen.

- No matter what side you're on,

it feels like you're losing ground.

That's why the new Fitbit Protest comes in white,

black, and Confederate flag.

- The government cannot force you to wear a mask!

[Fitbits pinging]

- Make the most out of every protest

so that you can save what matters most,

whether it's Black lives or all lives.

[exciting music]

- Watching conservatives riot, for Black people,

is kind of like watching

your big brothers play the video game.

You're like, "Oh, that's what you do?

You go to the fucking capitol?"

We was just trying to get watches and shit.

These motherfuckers was trying to steal the Constitution.

It's amazing.

[chatter]

- Foul! Foul! [cheers and applause]

- Hey, what are you doing, bro? - No. Double or nothing, bro.

- Give me my ball back. - Double or nothing.

- Give me my ball. - If you give me the chance

to win the money back, I'll give you the ball.

- Man, I'm gonna tell my mother what you called me.

- You called me that first.

I can say it if you can say it. Get your mother. I don't care.

- Give my brother his ball back.

- What? Who is this kid? - You want your ball back?

You want your ball back? I'll give you your ball back.

- Now he's getting... - Yo, what are you doing?

- Yo! - There you go.

[gunshot, group shouts]

- What the... - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Yo! - What the fuck?

- Get your ball back. - It's not a ball now.

It looks like a moccasin.

- [sighs]

- I just don't get how you can be so flippant

about all this.

- Look, white lady... - Jan.

- I'm mad too, but my mad is over the span of a lifetime.

Your mad is, like, the last four years.

- I guess.

- You're like the new inmate in jail,

and you're complaining about how everything is.

But I'm that old, wise inmate

that's just been raped over and over again, you know?

To the point that I'm used to it.

You get what I'm trying to say?

- Well, that's a lot less clear but...

- What is that? What does that mean?

- What? ACAB? - Yeah. What is that?

Like, a sorority or something? - No.

That stands for "all cops are bastards."

- Bastards? - Yeah.

- [chuckles]

My brother's a cop. - [scoffs]

Oh, really? - Yeah.

He knows his father, though. Sort of.

- Wait, so how does that happen?

- How does what happen? - Like, a person of color--

- Hey, could you stop calling us "colored people"?

- No, I said "person of color." - It's the same thing, man.

We picked the color. It's Black.

Just call us Black. - Okay. Fine.

Well, how does--how does a Black man become a cop?

- You never seen a Black cop before?

- Yeah, of course, I have. I just--

I don't understand why a Black man

would choose to have that job.

- I don't know.

Why would a Black man choose to be a security guard

or any other job?

It's a job.

He needed a job.

There's not that many options where we from.

- I can't hold it much longer. [whooshing]

- Everybody, out! - Ooh!

- We are the Policemen!

- Michael! - What?

- Don't you "what" me, boy.

Get in here and finish cleaning this room!

Room is such a mess. Don't make no sense.

Ugh.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Ma, I'm sorry I'm late. Michelle's mom was cooking.

So...

- What's this?

- You went in my room?

- First of all, you don't have a room.

This my house.

And second, what are you doing with a gun?

- Ma, I'm holding that for someone.

- Oh, and are you holding this for him too?

- Ma, it's--that's-- it's just...

- Don't lie to me, Robert!

[stirring music]

- All right.

♪ ♪

I took the police test a while back...

and they gave me the job.

♪ ♪

- You're a damn cop?

- Ma, it's not what you think.

- What in the...

what happened to the job that your uncle got for you

down at that chop shop?

- I quit. It was illegal.

- But it was honest,

and at least you wasn't gonna get killed.

- Look, you always worrying about me.

I am a man now. I can handle myself.

- Okay, so frisking innocent people,

that makes you a big man?

- Well, not everybody's innocent.

Some people are breaking the law.

- Yeah, I breaks the law. Are you gonna arrest me?

- Ma. - No, come on, Mr. Policeman.

You bad. Come on.

Arrest your mama.

Yeah, 'cause I'm running cable from the people upstairs.

- Ma.

- And I'm driving without insurance.

- Ma, I can't handle this. - Huh? Huh? Huh?

I'm cashing your grandmother's SSI check

and she been dead a year.

That's fraud, Robert.

- Ma, stop. - No, come on.

You and your little friends

might as well get your little handcuffs

and take me to jail.

- Ma, you know I wouldn't do that.

We take care of our own.

- [scoffs]

I should have seen the signs. Look at you.

A Yankee's jacket and wraparound sunglasses.

All that blue you wearing.

I was hoping that you was a Crip.

And what kind of example

are you setting for your brother, huh?

He watches everything you do.

- Look, Ma, it's not as bad as you think.

- That's it!

You're coming to church with me on Sunday.

- Ma, I can't. I got overtime.

- I don't care.

You are going to talk with Pastor James on Sunday,

and he gonna talk some sense into you!

[hymn music]

- Praise the Lord. [chuckles]

Well, how are you doing, sister?

God bless y...

He did what?

A cop?

Shoot. No, I won't, sister.

You know I don't like to mess with the police.

I just got off papers on that domestic.

Uh, no. Uh, no, no.

Sister, I gotta go.

And look here...

[chuckling] Don't you call this number no more, now,

you hear?

Praise the Lord. Bye-bye, sister.

[phone beeps] Oof.

Got me fucked up.

- Whenever you get into real trouble,

your mother will call some old dude to talk to you.

"What's wrong, young brother?"

You ever see a Black movie that was like,

"What's wrong, young brother?"

Sometimes Smokey Robinson will sing you a song,

tell you not to be in a gang.

- ♪ Preaching that hate ♪

♪ Defying your mother ♪

♪ Killing your brother ♪

♪ Killing in waves ♪

- That's the reason why these niggas is in gangs,

because Smokey Robinson hadn't told them not to yet.

These motherfuckers don't listen to Smokey Robinson.

Why couldn't you get Jodeci to sing them a song?

What?

[knock on door]

- Just getting the rest of my things, Ma.

- How you doing, son?

- What are you doing here?

- Your mama called me and told me you're a pig now.

- Don't say that. I'm an officer of the law.

- All right. All right. Calm down.

Look at my palms.

I just wanna know why you did it.

- Since when do you care about what I do?

- Look, I know I ain't always been there for you,

but you're a smart kid.

You got your whole life ahead of you.

You can make twice a cop's salary

and without hurting your people.

- But I get benefits now.

- Benefits are for people who go to the doctor, son,

not us.

- [huffs]

- See that?

Tell me what's really going on, man.

[stirring music]

- Michelle's pregnant.

- Okay, what trimester? - Dad.

- I'm just saying, if it's the first trimester--

- She's keeping the baby, Dad.

That's why I had to become a cop--

to provide for her.

- [chuckles]

You sound just like me when I was your age.

- You wanted to be a cop too? - Fuck, no.

Nothing stupid like that.

Close. I almost joined the army.

- Really? - Yeah.

Your mom had just gotten pregnant,

so I figured it'd be a good time to go see the world.

I got all the way down to the recruitment office,

and at the last second, man,

I just couldn't do it.

- Why not? - Warrants.

Seven outstanding warrants.

They held me there, told me I won a prize

until the cops came.

- Wow. - [chuckles]

Yeah, to this day,

I still don't know what that price was.

Look, man, being a cop is very dangerous.

I know I can't tell you what to do,

but why don't you sleep on it?

And tomorrow, I'll drive you down there.

We'll see if we can get this girl to have an abortion

so you don't have to be a pig no more.

Deal?

- [sighs]

Mind's made up, Dad.

- Fine.

You got any of them cards that get you out of tickets?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Let me get a couple of those.

♪ ♪

One, two.

That's my boy.

Appreciate you, son.

- Police! Put your hands up now!

- I ain't got nothing. - Stop resisting.

- Suck my dick!

- How about you suck mine, you juvenile delinquent?

Get over here.

You don't got anything that'll stick me, right?

[ambling beat]

- ♪ Patrolling the streets ♪

♪ Walking the beat ♪

♪ Shining those cuffs ♪

♪ Lookin' all tough ♪

♪ Policin', policin' ♪

♪ Flashin' your badge ♪

♪ Driving real fast ♪

♪ Writing out tickets ♪

♪ Power's so addictive ♪

♪ Policin' ♪

♪ Policin' ♪

♪ Arresting the blacks ♪

♪ Twisting the facts ♪

♪ Kneeling and choking ♪

♪ Our caskets are closing ♪

♪ Policin' ♪

♪ Policin' ♪

♪ Policin' ♪

♪ Policin' ♪ - All right.

Let's get a move on. Come on.

[metal groans]

- We're moving. - Finally. Damn.

[chuckling] - You know...

oh, thank you.

Well, nice talking to you. I'm going this way.

- Yeah, me too. - Oh, you live on this floor?

- No. I'm just going to the gym.

- Oh. Me too.

I think you need a fob to get in.

- Oh, yeah, I got mine in my bag...

I think I kept it in the inside...

[door beeps]

Inside pocket thing in this bag...

[mumbles]

Hey.

- I'm very sorry. It was nice meeting you.

- Can you let me in? Hello?

Can you let me in?

[ambling beat]

♪ ♪

Hey. Hey, man.

Can I use your fob?

Your fob. Hey!

Man, I know you hear me.

Hey, my brother's a cop!

[grumbling] I'm gonna fuck you up, man.

I hate this building, I swear.

- No, I didn't do nothing, man. - Yes, you did.

You assaulted an officer

of the United States of America.

- Nobody assaulted anybody. Leave me alone, man.

Yo, stop chasing me. - Come on.

- Stop chasing me. Bro, what are you doing?

- You assaulted an officer. - What is wrong with you, man?

♪ ♪

Stop chasing me, bro.

- Gonna come around your side 'cause I went to school!

♪ ♪

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