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'Those marchers in the streets were just kids.'

And the police were using fire hoses and dogs on them.

Filling their jails with children.

I'm just thankful we left Biloxi.

I think Dr. King's right.

That march on Washington next month?

That'll change people's minds.

'Marching in the streets'

isn't the answer, son.

Then what is, pops?

'Dignity..'

...hard work, education.

Things in life that matter most.

Dr. King says our lives begin to end

the day we become silent about the things that matter.

'Your son's got a point, Donald.'

'Oh, myson?'

Where you think he get all his sass from?

From your mother's side

but that's a whole other story.

♪ Though I know you're the kind of boy ♪

Donald Williams?

I'm Billy Jones. TBL Defense Systems?

Glad to finally meet you, Billy.

You're all moved in then, I suppose?

Looking forward to seeing the plant tomorrow.

Why don't I take that from you?

Thank you.

I'm Judith, Billy's sister-in-law.

- So pleased to meet you. - 'Oh, Mary Williams. Likewise.'

Uh, this is my husband, Donald, and our son, Ezekiel.

Uh, you can call me Zeke for short, ma'am.

Zeke it is then.

My husband Henry's around here somewhere.

Sweetheart!

'I understand you were in the military, Mr. Williams?'

Did they train you to work on planes?

Well, actually, I'm an engineer. I build them.

Mr. Williams will be overseeing operations at TBL.

He's your boss, Billy?

Henry, the Williams are our new neighbors.

They just came up from Mississippi.

Welcome. Better help Charlotte get some dessert.

'Jump in there, Zeke'

before my niece gobbles it all down.

'Jell- O!'

'I thought you wanted cake, Charlotte.'

I don't like cake, daddy.

Sure you do. You love cake.

♪ You're gonna want me for your girl ♪

♪ One fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl ♪

'...we will be able to work together, to pray together'

to struggle together, to go to jail together.

'To stand up for freedom..'

Holy moley.

What is that?

Let's get out of here.

It's a kid.

'Don't touch it, Willy.'

The fuzz will put you in the slammer.

Last known address was this flophouse.

Word on the street is our guy surfaces today.

He's been wanted on this warrant for six months.

He better surface.

This his posse?

'Will?'

Hey.

What is it?

A body was found here. 42 years ago.

Whose body?

A 16-year-old boy.

'Zeke Williams.'

'Cold job?'

'Never came in.'

Every year folks would leave flowers.

Not this year.

People forget.

I was the one who found him, Lil.

I never forgot.

Hey, Scotty.

Oh,we miss you at first Thursdays.

But don't worry, we had a couple cocktails put on your tab.

Live it up.

Looks like you were living it up yourself.

Nah, just, uh... under the weather.

Can't keep up with the barmaid, huh?

Will you drop it, already?

Hey, Scotty. Take it easy.

Hey, nothing. You tell himto take it easy.

Just messing with ya.

I'm heading in.

Smelling like a brewery, too.

Ezekiel Williams. 16.

Parents reported him missing

night of August 27, 1963.

Next day his body was found.

Yeah, in gang territory.

19th and diamond posse

AKA 19 diamonds

ran that turf.

Theory was Zeke's murder was drug related.

Zeke was a straight "A" student, no prior drug

or criminal history.

Yep. Kids like me ran those streets

dreamt of being a diamond one day.

Not kids like Zeke.

Gangster dreams, huh, Will?

Yeah, hmm. Now I'm one of the good guys.

Petechial hemorrhaging

possible suffocation.

Body was beaten too badly to be sure.

This kind of damage you'd have a river of blood

flowing through that playground.

No mention of blood in the scene notes.

Body was moved?

Moved from where?

What's that?

'Cops back then thought it was some kind of code.'

Couldn't make heads or tails.

Maybe we get lucky this time around.

Maybe.

It broke Mary's heart.

She followed Zeke shortly after.

'And your wife thought Zeke's murder'

was racially motivated.

We both did.

Police wouldn't listen.

Northerners never could face

their own Emmett Tills.

Why do you say that, Mr. Williams?

Back then racism was supposed to be a southern vice.

But the north had its own version.

'Just as deadly.'

Especially, when a black man was boss.

'Zeke had a run-in'

with someone on your job?

He got a taste firsthand

of what I had to go through every day.

Bell UH-1s. Defense contract. Top of the line.

You tell all these people what to do, pops?

I oversee engineering and quality control.

Meaning you're the boss.

A man is limited to nothing..

But his dreams.

Noticed some problems in the fuel system flow switches.

You want to double check those.

Lunch ended ten minutes ago. Let's go.

Get back on the floor before I dock you

the rest of the day.

I'm taking a smoke first.

You heard the man. Quit your dilly dallyin'.

Can't I get a smoke first, Billy?

No. Get on the floor.

Got to give 'em a kick time to time..

...that's how we run things here.

Yeah, you tell him, boss.

You said it, boss.

You going to stand by and watch that, pops?

He's not your boss.

My father is.

Boy's got a mouth on him.

What'd you call him?

Ain't a man, is he?

That's all he meant, Donald.

Let's go, fellas. Come on.

♪ Walk like a man fast as I can ♪

♪ Walk like a man from you ♪

♪ I'll tell the world forget about it, girl ♪

I'll never forget the look on Zeke's face.

'I disappointed him.'

Zeke have any other encounters with your employees?

I wasn't inclined to have another

"Bring your son to work" day.

So...no.

And you told the cops all this back then?

I did.

So why do you care now?

I was the one who found Zeke in the playground.

That's why we're here..

to try to make it right.

You're 42 years late, son.

Zeke was stepping out of line.

He should have known better.

So maybe your boys decided to..

...school him in the proper etiquette.

'They weren't my boys.'

And they were young and dumb but...not dangerous.

You didn't agree with their ...philosophical outlook?

I was there for the job and the paycheck, not the politics.

Did they ever bring up this incident with Zeke again?

'Not to me. They knew how I stood on it.'

Boss's kid.

Huh. Leave it alone.

Well someonedidn't... leave it alone.

If you've got something to say, now's the time.

Look..

...Zeke, he was a good kid..

But?

Even good kids play with fire.

Henry just doesn't understand how heavy groceries can be.

Well, maybe you should learn how to drive, Judith.

Oh-ho. Silly me on the road?

That's what Henry would say.

'She barged onto mine!'

'I'm not leaving until I get my flag!'

What's going on here?

Where's Charlotte?

What are you doing?

Mommy?

Oh, my God!

It's not what you think

'Miss Judith.'

You just walk into my brother's house

'to chase some tail?'

Carrying on in front of a child!

And you never told the cops this?

Or your boss?

I thought it wasn't any of my business.

Whatever he was doing with that maid, Mathilde.

But you think that..

..."whatever" is what got him killed.

I thought Mathilde already had a boyfriend.

Real unsavory fellow, too.

What do you mean?

Heard he dealt dope.

He hung out with one of those gangs from North Philly.

North Philly?

You know what gang?

They called themselves the 19 diamonds, I think.

'Crazy name, huh?'

Zeke was in over his head.

Hooked up with a gang member's girlfriend.

19th and Diamond ruled the roost in '63.

Spoke the language of retribution.

We get a name on this boyfriend?

Still looking for surviving members.

And shelf life being what it is on the street

we're lucky if we find any.

What about Mathilde?

Auto tracked her.

She's not in the State of PA.

Valens and Vera'll check it out.

This kid she took care of, you find her?

Charlotte Jones. She's in Center City.

Maybe she's got some answers.

It's a place I used to play as a child.

I was nine when Zeke died.

Do you remember the time your mother and Uncle Billy

found Zeke in the house?

Yes, I do.

Were there other guys ever coming around the house

looking for Mathilde?

No.

Mathilde had a boyfriend, though.

Someone besides Zeke?

If she did, I never knew.

'She loved Zeke like he was her one and only.'

Even as a kid I could see that.

That day was the first time

they ever met.

Did he come in to look for her?

- No...me. - Why?

Oh, some neighborhood kids and I...stole his flag

off his front porch.

He caught us.

They got away. I didn't.

So he chased you into your house?

He didn't hurt me, if that's what you're thinking.

Then what'd he do?

Hmm. He made his move.

You sure they won't get mad, Tommy?

See the cross on that flag, Charlotte?

Negroes are real religious.

They like crosses.

Come on. Give me that.

What're you doing?

Tommy said Negroes like crosses.

Give it back.

I said give me my flag back!

♪ Something inside ♪ Inside ♪

♪ Starts to burnin' ♪ O-o-o ♪

♪ And I'm filled with desire ♪

♪ Could it be the devil in me ♪

♪ Or is this the way love's supposed to be ♪

♪ It's like a heat wave ♪

♪ It's burning in my heart ♪

♪ Can't keep from cryin' ♪

♪ It's tearing me apart ♪

'How many times I gotta tell you, Charlotte?'

Quit slammin' that door!

I want my flag.

What do you think you're doin' in here?

Girl who lives here took my flag.

- I'd like it back. - You gotta leave right now.

You can't just barge onto other people's property!

She barged onto mine!

I'm not leaving until I get my flag.

♪ Just like a heat wave and it's burnin' ♪

Alright. Stay here. And keep quiet!

I-I'm Zeke..

...by-by the way.

Mathilde. Hi.

'What's going on here?'

Where's Charlotte?

What're you doing?

Mommy?

Oh, my God!

It's not what you think, Mrs. Judith.

You just walk into my brother's house

'to chase some tail?'

Mathilde!

How could you bring that boy in here?

Miss Judith, I can explain.

Did he touch you, baby?

Uh-uh. He touched that.

I can explain, Miss Judith.

Like I said..

...Zeke made his move, the Ruy Lopez.

What's that?

White knight to f3, black knight to c6.

'It's a chess opening.'

That's what the piece of paper was...chess moves.

So, Zeke was a chess player.

A very good one.

And so was my mother.

That's why she was smiling.

She knew she had finally met her match.

Your mother and Zeke met again?

Every afternoon.

Mathilde and I would watch the games.

It was our secret.

So how long did this go on for?

Till the day Zeke died.

Your daughter says your chess games

were a secret, Mrs. Jones.

'Why?'

Back then, it was one thing

sharing potluck with your black neighbors

another thing inviting their grown sons into your home.

The world wasn't ready for your kind of friendship?

The world treated me like a dumb housewife

Zeke like a boy.

We treated each other like much more.

He was my friend.

You never told the police about your games

after he was murdered?

I didn't think our games had anything to do

with what happened to Zeke.

No one in my world knew.

How 'bout his?

Zeke and I went out in public once.

We didn't think anyone would mind

because we'd be among our own.

Your own?

People who loved nothing more than the game.

'Best players in Philadelphia are in this park.'

I heard a grand master's coming next Wednesday.

Are you planning to go?

I was hoping to go to Washington that day for the march.

Father doesn't believe in that stuff. He'd never let me.

You'll find a way, if you really want to.

You think I should go?

A great man once said

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent..

...about the things that matter."

I think you should do what you believe is right, Zeke.

Can I ask you something, Mrs. Jones?

When a young lady likes someone..

...how can you tell?

By the way she acts.

She smiles a lot... laughs at little things.

Like the way Mathilde does..

...when you're around.

Clyde?

Didn't know you played.

Uh, you know Mrs. Jones, right?

Blitz, one minute each, you play white.

Seems you got an affinity for it.

Like brother Malcolm said, "Your coffee gets weak

you mix in the cream."

Thought we were playing a game here.

Question is, what're you playin'?

Black stud to your white queen?

Maybe we should go, Zeke.

Don't talk about her like that!

"Man who doesn't stand for something falls for anything."

Malcolm X.

"We must learn to live together as brothers

or perish together as fools."

Dr. Martin Luther King.

Who's the fool here

black man thinks he's white?

Least I know what I am.

But not who.

Clock ran out.

I win.

"Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone."

Malcolm said that, too.

"But someone puts his hand on you

send him to the cemetery."

Forgot the last part... fool.

♪ Someday oh oh ♪ Just one look.. ♪

Who was this Clyde?

He did gardening work

in the neighborhood from time to time.

You two ever have any other run-ins with him?

I never went back there.

Zeke may have, I don't know.

And where was this, uh, chess park located?

Up near Temple University.

19th street and Diamond.

That's where Zeke's body was found.

Yeah.

Zeke was found a block away

from your little chess club, Clyde.

Wasn't my chess club.

Open to the public, as far as I knew.

But not to the white public.

Boss man sent you in here..

...talk to the black man?

You got a penchant for assaulting police officers.

Black police officers.

Oxymoron, you ask me.

Sellouts, race traitors, right?

Blind, deaf and dumb is more like it.

'And Zeke was the worst kind'

of blind, deaf and dumb

fraternizing with a white woman.

I didn't have a problem with the white woman, junior.

I had a problem with thatwoman.

Mrs. Jones?

'That's right.'

Why's that?

Missus get her hair done every Tuesday.

Blind, deaf and dumb as to what goes on

in her own house.

Figured one Tuesday I'd share with Zeke.

Missus's barely outta the house

and already it's starting up.

What're we doing here, Clyde?

Told you there's something you should see.

I'm not looking in there!

Get over here!

Uh-uh. I'm leaving.

'You like that girl, don't you?'

Mathilde?

Listen.

♪ Of how we parted ♪

♪ And I I know ♪

♪ My love is gone forever ♪

♪ But deep down in my heart ♪

You love white people so much?

See how they love you back?

Turned up dead the next day.

Zeke do something about what he saw?

Musta done somethin'.

He dead, ain't he?

The one doer worth finding is six feet under.

Henry Jones went out of this world

a rich, happy man. Three years ago.

We think Judith knew about her husband's indiscretions?

Sounded like she was out of the loop.

How about Mathilde? We find her yet?

Still looking. Turns out she wasn't Philly-born.

Uh, family was from outside Wilmington, Delaware.

Came up here for work.

Left town the day before Zeke was murdered.

Wonder what made her run.

Well, maybe this, a complaint filed at the old Sex Crimes Unit

by Mathilde Jefferson.

Report of a rape.

Accompanying her was a " Negro male companion. Unidentified."

- Could be Zeke. - Must be Zeke.

Young girl, no family. Who else could she have turned to?

Who's the officer on the report?

No officer listed.

The only name we've got

is the secretary who typed it up.

Linda O'Hara.

We know where she is?

In town, still alive and kicking.

'It'sMissO'Hara.'

Never did have a ball and chain.

'Bout time they got some female detectives on the force.

They didn't let girls in the club till '73.

Pretty rough for female cops back then?

Rough?

Commissioner put first-timers on the worst drug corners.

No patrol cars, no backup.

Can't live with 'em, can't kill 'em off.

Yeah. You got that right.

Never got past secretary myself.

Their loss, you ask me.

Right. You remember this report you filed?

Back in '63?

Course I do.

My superiors wouldn't let me. Did it anyway.

Why didn't they let you?

Back then, they said rape was when a lady changed her mind.

But you believed Mathilde.

She was a brave little girl.

So was her friend.

I was the onlyone who believed 'em.

And you saw what happened, young man?

Told you they'd listen.

What's going on, Linda?

This young girl was...raped.

That right, miss?

You know the person who did this to you?

His name is Henry Jones.

'He runs Emerson Bank.'

I know who he is.

Take it.

Show me what he did.

- What? - This isn't right, sir.

She wants to charge a man with rape?

She proves it first.

Show me.

Stick it in.

Come on.

'Come on.'

Come on.

Stick it in.

Can't rape a woman if she don't let you.

But you can make her let ya, sir.

Zeke!

'You're under arrest.'

For assaulting a police officer.

'Get him outta here.'

And throw that damn thing away.

Right after that..

...sergeant went to the phone, made a call.

To who?

Henry Jones.

I heard him yakkin' about how he couldn't let

some uppity colored boy..

...humiliate an upstanding citizen.

Blah, blah, blah.

How long was Zeke there that night?

Well, my shift ended at midnight.

That poor boy was still in the cell when Ileft.

And you never reported this?

After Zeke was found dead?

Who would I report it to?

The police?

'Report wasn't in the box'

because Zeke was never officially arrested.

And we've got no record of who got him out.

While making it real easy for our Sergeant

to call up Henry and hold Zeke unofficially.

Until our upstanding citizen shows up to claim him.

Well, maybe Mathilde saw it go down.

'She was at the station earlier.'

Any luck findin' her yet?

Yeah. Yeah, found her.

You found Mathilde?

Yeah. Oh, yeah. Thought I told you. She's, uh..

'...living on the Jersey Shore.'

Ocean City.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Don't put yourself out.

Hold on a second, Scotty.

You, uh, you found our witness

didn't bother lettin' us know?

Hey, ma. Sorry, okay? I thought I did.

You didn't.

- 'You been drinking.' - No.

No, that's...that's crazy.

I can smell it on you, Scotty.

Well, look..

I was off the clock at lunch, so I..

I'm fine.

'I've given you every shot I can, pal.'

You get yourself cleaned up.

You do your job or you're gone.

'You get me?'

Get out.

I was 16.

Alone in the big city.

Family miles away.

Zeke was my first love.

Didn't ever wonder why he never contacted you

after you left Philly?

I thought he forgot about me.

What'd you do after Zeke got arrested?

I waited outside the station house for hours.

Scared, alone.

And then sheshowed up.

Who?

Miss Judith.

Judith Jones?

I thought she'd come to help.

Being Zeke's friend and all.

But she was the furthest thing from it.

- Mrs. Jones. - Zeke?

- 'Did they hurt you?' - 'I want you out of my house.'

Tonight.

'Don't bother picking up your things.'

What's goin' on?

And you.

I never want to see you again.

'I got a call from Sergeant Butowsky.'

He told me what you were doing here.

'It's not Mathilde's fault.'

Or mine.

What your husband did..

Why couldn't you just keep your mouth shut?

You once told me to do what you believe is right.

Well, I was wrong.

And that our lives begin to end

the day we become silent about the things that matter?

Remember, Mrs. Jones?

Didn't this place teach you, Zeke?

Whatyouhave to say..

...doesn't matter.

Maybe here it doesn't.

But to those people going to Washington tomorrow..

...to Dr. King..

...it matters.

If that's where I need to go to get someone

'to hear me, then I'll go.'

Tonight.

Tell the truth.

Wanna come?

Thank you, Officer.

Go to Washington.

Go wherever you want, Zeke.

Just get out of here.

Get out of my life..

...and don't you ever come back.

It was almost morning when we left.

Zeke walked me to the train station..

Spent his last dime on my ticket back to Wilmington.

Promised he'd come back for me one day.

Where'd he go after that?

He was going to hitch-hike, walk..

...do whatever it took to get to Washington DC.

For the march.

Zeke meant what he said.

Always did.

And only one other person knew where he was headed.

The day he was killed.

Mrs. Jones. His supposed friend.

Now, the world wasn't ready for your kind of friendship.

'That right, Judith?'

'Some friend you were.'

When it hit the fan, you ran for cover.

Zeke never did follow the rules.

I admired that, believe me.

But I...wasn't as strong as he was.

And couldn't stand all the neighbors

knowing your dirty little secret.

What your husband was doing to the maid?

'So you told Henry where to find him'

to shut Zeke up for good.

I said those things to scareZeke.

To make him go far away from here.

Why?

Because I knew it was only a matter of time

before Henry...did something.

So you were trying to saveZeke.

I owed it to him.

Because in some way, Zeke saved me.

Yeah? How?

He cared about what I thought.

There weren't many who did.

Like your husband.

So why did you tell him where to find Zeke?

I'll regret that for the rest of my life.

You have noidea.

'Where you been, Judith?'

'I-I, uh..'

I was spending the night at Marge's.

Billy says a friend of his at the station house saw you..

...getting that colored boy out.

I did it for you, Henry.

So you wouldn't go to jail.

You believe that boy's lies.

More than your husband.

'Where is he?'

- You tell me right now. - Ah.

Or you pack your bags and get out.

And you will never see your daughter again.

You can't do that.

None of this would've ever happened

if it wasn't for those people.

Moving in to our neighborhoods.

Takin' a man's livelihood.

His job.

His woman.

'That's why she got him out, Henry.'

I don't know what you're talking about, Billy.

You're sleeping with that colored boy, aren't you?

No!

God! I don't even know him!

'Mommy?'

What do you got there, honey?

'Something for Mommy?'

Uh-uh. It's his winning chess move.

Whose chess move, sweetheart?

Zeke's.

Please don't take her from me.

Where is he?

Headed to Washington.

Please don't take her.

Wanna see your friend, Zeke, sweetheart?

Henry! What are you doing?

Mommy?

But that piece of paper..

...was found in Zeke's pocket.

Your daughter was there when Zeke was killed.

That day..

...I lost my one friend in the world.

I couldn't lose my child, too.

We know you were there, Charlotte.

When Zeke was killed.

I was in bed, asleep.

You were with your father and your Uncle Billy

'looking for Zeke.'

You loved your daddy a lot.

Your Uncle Billy, too.

And that's why you never told.

Remember this?

'Zeke's winning move.'

The Ruy Lopez.

He taught it to you.

And you left it with him.

I found it. On his body.

He was left in the middle of a playground

beaten so badly, his ownmother barely knew him.

I was 12.

'I'm sorry.'

It was my fault.

I forgot our chess games were a secret.

Tell us where your father took you, Charlotte.

A place in the woods I used to play.

My father, he...put up a swing for me and..

Show us where.

Zeke was hitch-hiking on the side of the road.

And my father and... Uncle Billy and their friends

they made him get into the car.

And they brought him here.

Where do you think you're going now?

Ain't DC.

Shh..

'We interrupt our regular broadcast'

'to go live to the March on Washington.'

Sorry.

'I am happy'

'that God is with you today.'

'In what will go down in history, as we..'

You stay in here.

- 'Hey, don't!' - 'Cut his legs!'

- Right here! Right here! - I've got him.

I got him! I got him!

Okay, right here, Billy. Right here.

I got him, I got him, I got him!

'Get him up! Get him up!'

- 'Got a big mouth, boy.' - 'Say something!'

'Where you going now, boy? Huh?'

It ain't DC, boy!

'Gotta learn to shut that big mouth.'

'Shut that big mouth.'

'Shut that big mouth! I'm gonna tell now!'

'...left you battered by the storms of persecution.'

'Staggered by the winds of police brutality.'

'You have been...'

Boy!

Come on, come on. One more.

Alright...stop it!

No one's ever going to hear about this, right?

Especially not your...daddy.

'Somehow this situation'

'can and will be changed.'

'You mean..'

...your boss?

I'll tell him.

I'll tell everyone.

'What you did to me.'

To Mathilde.

You can't stop me.

Yes, I can.

Billy.

Enough's enough.

'I have a dream.'

'That one day'

'this nation will rise up'

'and live out the true meaning of its creed.'

'We hold these truths to be self-evident.'

Daddy!

You don't want your daddy to go to jail.

Do you, Charlotte?

'I have a dream'

'that my four little children'

'one day, live in a nation'

'where they will not be judged by the color of their skin'

'but by the content of their character.'

'I have a dream today.'

'With this faith, we will be able to work together'

'to pray together, to struggle together'

'to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together'

'knowing that we will be free one day.'

'This will be the day...'

Don't look.

Why, Daddy?

'...be able to sing with new meaning..'

Please, don't look, baby.

"...sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing."

'When we allow, freedom rings!'

'When we let it ring from every village and every hamlet'

'from every state and every city.'

'We will be able to speed up that day'

'when allof God's children, black men and white men'

'Jews and gentiles, Protestants and Catholics'

'will be able to join hands'

'and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual'

'"Free at last, Free at last'

'Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"'

♪ Southern trees ♪

♪ Bearing strange fruit ♪

♪ Blood on the leaves ♪

♪ And blood at the roots ♪

♪ Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze ♪

♪ Strange fruit hanging ♪

♪ From the poplar trees ♪

♪ Pastoral scene ♪

♪ Of the gallant South ♪

♪ Them big bulgin' eyes ♪

♪ And the twisted mouth ♪

♪ Scent of magnolia ♪

♪ Clean and fresh ♪

♪ Then the sudden smell ♪

♪ Of burning flesh ♪

♪ Here ♪

♪ Is a strange ♪

♪ And ♪

♪ Bitter ♪

♪ Crop ♪

Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode.