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Okay.

So we got the shooting
on Lenox, the break-in on 113.

Next, we got a complaint
from homeowners

at 655 West 111th Street
about a group of kids

who are picking apples
off their apple tree

and using them as projectiles.

Did she just say apple tree?

I know that house.
Didn't they get a blueberry pie

snatched off their window sill last week?

We got a dozen 311 calls about
it from the neighbors, too.

The boys have been
throwing apples at pedestrians

and cars, and they broke
a few windows.

They have apple trees
in New York City?

Thought apples came
from supermarkets.

Last but not least,
we got an urgent request

from Jamari Tatum
up at our P.A.L.

Jamari needs volunteers
to come in on your days off

and mentor
the neighborhood kids.

- Okay?
- Come on.

We got boys and girls
coming out the wazoo

and nowhere near enough enough
adults. Who's going to help out?

If you got a skill
or like playing a sport...

Didn't you play
volleyball in college?

- Are you serious?
- Say, something popular

with the kids, like basketball.

Perhaps you were
an NBA player, what have you.

Don't keep it to yourselves.

Teach these kids a skill,
show 'em how to be.

You might not end up
busting them in the future.

Or, if you do,
at least you'll have

something to reminisce about.

Go on. It'll be fun.

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What are you signing up for?

Basketball. Why?

The house with the apple tree
is on your footpost.

I want you to swing by and talk
to the couple that lives there.

Let me guess... they're
pushing 90 and never met

a stray cat
they didn't take in,

and haven't left the house

since Coolidge refused
a second term.

Where'd you do your reporting,
the Martian Post?

These are rock-solid people.

They've been there 15 years.

The old-timers gave them grief
when they first moved in,

but they won everybody over
by renovating their house

with their own hands.

Talk to them.

- See what you can do to help.
- Okay.

Apples.

Picking apples.

Tea's not a real drink.

I've been drinking tea
since I was six years old.

- Doesn't pack enough punch.
- You drink what you like,

I'll drink what I like.
How's that?

In the 2-2, we have a 10-34

at 1815 A.C. Powell,
apartment 6-John.

Neighbor found victim
lying in the hallway.

Male, black, early 60s.
EMS is notified.

2-2 post 43, responding.

We're right around the corner.

- Yeah, I'm okay.
- 2-2 post 43.

- Show us 84.
- Stay back. Stay back.

- It's all right. Thank you.
- I'm okay. I'm okay.

Sir, I think it's best
if you stay lying down.

We'll have an
ambulance here in a few minutes.

- What's your name?
- Arthur Anson.

What happened,
Mr. Anson?

I came home.

I walked in.
He was in the apartment.

- He hit me on the head and ran out.
- Who hit you?

Uh, he, uh...

Was it someone you know?

Uh, I don't know. Uh, no, no.

Did he take anything?
Your wallet?

Uh, I don't know.
He just...

Just give me a moment, huh?

Anybody see anything?

- I did.
- You.

I saw a guy, about
my age, running down

- the hallway right before I got here.
- What'd he look like?

He was, um, regular
height, thin,

um, brown eyes, black hair.

Short, short black hair.

Cropped... you know, like...

Like Sean's.

Was he, uh, black like Sean?

Whatever. I mean, yeah.

He was wearing a red
and black checkered shirt

and, um, backpack.

- What do you got?
- Complainant's a little disoriented.

You okay, sir?

- Yeah, I'm okay.
- But it sounds like he

opened the door on a burglar.

Sarge, I think we walked
right past him on the way in.

- See which way he went?
- East.

Okay, the projects
are on the next block.

Khan, you stay here
with the victim. Wait for EMS.

We're going to canvass
the neighborhood.

I need an ETA on the bus.

That building,

they used to be
working families,

mostly black.

Now it's like
College Town over there.

Clyburn University
ran out of dorm space.

They're colonizing apartments
wherever they can.

I applied to Clyburn.
Didn't get in.

- Most people don't.
- I got into NYU, though.

But we couldn't afford it,
so I wound up

punting to Adelphi half a
mile from my parents' house.

Kid, you were gonna be a cop
from the minute you were born.

What's the difference
where you went?

Basically what my dad said.

That's him... right there.

Hey, can I talk to you?
No, no, no.

Don't you run.
Don't you run!

Come back here!

Oh, you, stop!

Don't look
so surprised, McLaren.

What is this, man? I didn't
do anything! I live here!

So why'd you run?
'Cause you were chasing me!

Could you have 22, post 43
10-85 me

non-emergency for a show-up.

Alder houses, 1548 West 127th.

- Where's your backpack?
- My what?

I saw you on Adam Clayton
Powell... you had a backpack.

Is this for real?

You surprised?

That you go to Clyburn?

- Yeah, I'm surprised.
- Why? Because I'm...?

Because I don't hear about a
lot of Clyburn undergraduates

jacking senior citizens.

Hey! I'm talking to you.

You turn away from your
professors like that?

You're not my Professor.

And I didn't do anything.

Hold up. Hold up.

What a waste.

Sit him down.

You're going to sit
on that bench,

and you're going to wait.

You try to jet, know that I run

five miles before breakfast.

On-scene show-up.

You have the victim look around,
see if they recognize anybody.

You know, to hold up in court,
it can't be suggestive.

Like the suspect standing
next to a cop in cuffs... got it.

Mr., uh... Anson, Arthur.

Why don't you look around,
see if you recognize anyone.

Sir.

That's not him.

- That's not who?
- The man who hit me.

Officer, can I go now?

Yeah, let him go. Do a stop,
question and frisk report.

But, sarge...

Yeah.

Get up.

I need my I.D. Back.

For school.

What the hell
was that about?

Harlem.

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You should really let us take
you to the emergency room.

Ah, that's okay.

It was more of a shock
than anything else.

My head's clear now.

This is you?

You read it?

Uh, no.

Mostly relegated to
African-American

literature classes these days.

When it came out
in '73, though...

Problem with getting it
right the first time,

it's hard to sit down

at the typewriter and try
to live up to yourself.

- But you still try?
- Ah, a writer writes.

That's what he does.

You know, a lot of the
old-timers in the building

don't like the college kids,
but to me, they're...

They're an inspiration.

Looks like some books
are missing.

My first...

- First?
- First editions.

Richard Wright,

James Baldwin,

Ralph Ellison,

Toni Morrison.

Oh, no.

The Jean Toomer,
My Cane,

all of them signed.

Are they valuable?

I've been offered
thousands, each.

What they say
about you is true?

This should be interesting.

I don't know.
Depends on what they say.

You played in the nba.

That's true.

And you're police now?

Last time I checked.

What team you play for?

- This one and that one.
- I'm going to play for the Knicks.

- Is that right?
- I was going to play for the Bulls,

but I don't know
where Chicago is.

Yeah, it's
pretty cold there, too.

I live on 118th street.

By the way, his name
is Officer Toney.

And I'm Officer Perry.

Nice to meet you.
What's your name?

Christopher Millsap.

What grade are you in,
Christopher Millsap?

Second. Miss Bertay's class.

In the 2-2,
we got a 10-20 on the corner

of 118th and Lenox.

- 2-2 post 49. Show us responding.
- We got to go.

You should come
to my house sometime.

Window's locked,
no signs of forced entry.

What's going on?

He's missing some rare books.

You know what?

They're just books.

I'll consider myself lucky
with a lump on the head.

Mr. Anson, we both know
that Eric Buford...

Please leave.
I need to lie down.

You recognized him.
We all saw it.

What does he have on you?

What would make you
so scared about some punk?

Where you from? Long island?

Yeah. So?

Why? What does that
mean to you?

Mansions? Horses?

You descend
into my neighborhood, my home,

- like some occupying force.
- Occupying?

I'm trying to help. Trying to help
without trying to understand.

Which is not help.

It's just ignorance.

I know that if you let a mope

get away with robbing you,

he's going to rob
someone else tomorrow.

- "Mope."
- Mr. Anson,

if you give me the list
of the missing books...

You know what, I was confused.

I moved them a few days ago.

Ah.

Sure you did.

Sorry to inconvenience you.

Just trying to make
the neighborhood safer and all.

We're having a quiet dinner,
and all of a sudden,

we hear a bunch
of kids outside.

And I look down, and I see

six or eight of them...
Young teens...

Climbing the tree,
hanging from the branches

and shaking them to knock
the apples to the ground.

Are the apples edible?

No, not really.

But they're great
for throwing, apparently.

They wing them at our
neighbors, at passing cars.

When I told them to cut it out,
they just laughed.

And they threw some at me.

Sounds like a bunch of punks.

Yeah, or typical teenage boys.

Do you recognize any
of these guys or...

They're not from around here.

These kids have no respect
for property or authority.

Or at least our authority.

I mean, let's face it...
these boys are not concerned

- that we're going to kick their asses.
- They see two women

and think they can walk all
over you. I'd be mad, too.

All right, why don't you tell us
what the boys look like?

And, you know, we'll keep
our eyes out, and, you know,

they'll probably
just get bored and move on

to some other exercise
in idiocy.

Officer Toney, want to
play some one-on-one?

You again.

Sorry, little man.
I'm on duty.

His name is Christopher.

And you're not
doing nothing now.

- That's true.
- Yeah...

But I got to be ready
to respond

as soon as they raise me
up on the radio.

I see.

Come on, shoot the ball
around with him a little.

- Give him a thrill.
- Look, if I do that,

every peewee
in a 12-block radius

is going to be on that court.

And then their brothers, and soon
enough, their dads. So what?

It would be good
community relations.

It would be nuts, all right?

Sorry, little man.

Next time.

You got kids?

No. Do you?

You married?

Why? What, you gonna
fix me up?

My mom's not married.

It's just you and her, huh?

- Yep.
- You help her out sometimes?

You should come home with me.

Hand me the ball.

All right, you go home

and practice
with some friends, okay?

Okay.

- What was that?
- What?

He was opening up to me.

You not only shut him
down; You'll be lucky

if you don't get
a civilian complaint.

You tell me that
didn't bother you?

Letting that punk smirk
his way back up the hill?

- Up the hill?
- Buford goes to Clyburn

when he's not
terrorizing old people.

And what did he learn there?

Which books are worth stealing.

Wait a minute.

He didn't have the backpack

when we caught him
in the projects.

The books must have been in it.
So he hid it.

Probably somewhere
right around here.

We can't collar him.

Maybe we can get between
him and his money.

Lots of places he could
have hidden the bag.

- Basements, someone's apartment.
- So?

Your temperament's been
a little, uh, different today.

Meaning?

Usually, you let things go.

That's me, right?

Stay cool, do the right
thing, keep my head down,

my nose clean, don't complain.

Meanwhile, you got a guy going

to one of the best schools
in the country,

robbing people
in his spare time,

and we give him a pass.

So what the hell is the point?

You looking for something?

- Yo, the old man told you...
- Grab some fence.

- What?!
- Everyone.

Grab some fence.

I said all of you.
Come here. Hands up.

What the hell?
You crazy?

This ain't right.

You know what isn't right?

He isn't right.

Let's go, hands against the
wall. Spread your feet apart.

What are you doing with
a knife like this?

Hunting grizzlies?

One under.

Kenny.
Call it in.

Come here.
Give me your hand.

2-2 post 43 to central.

Advise the training sergeant
that we have one under

at 1098 west 129th street.

Every time I see him,
I'm going to toss him.

Anyone who is with him,
I'm going to toss them, too.

Now, go.

Go!

You getting angry?

Maybe you want to do
something about it?

Are we done?

Man, I would have loved to hear
your admissions interview.

I bet you were earnest as hell.

We're not close to done.

Calm down, son.

Spider Crenshaw,
neighborhood loan shark.

Got a sheet as long
as the specials menu at Pedro's.

He was hanging around Alders
when we grabbed Buford, right?

Yes.
Small world.

We think Buford

stole some rare books
from Anson's apartment,

ditched them on 129th.

So we were over there
looking around.

Buford shows up with Spider

- and a couple other guys.
- But you didn't list

any books on Anson's
complaint report, right?

Well, he wouldn't confirm
that they were missing.

Buford and his boys
have him terrorized.

So this led to the knife how?

Buford, Spider and two others

were congregating,
acting furtive.

Acting furtive?
"Acting furtive" is rookie-ese

for "I don't know
what I'm doing."

Unless you can tell me
that you saw a knife

before you went digging
through his pockets,

this is a voided arrest.
Did you?

No, we didn't.

Okay, then issue him a summons,

voucher the knife

and hope he isn't
smart enough to find

the number to internal affairs.

Or a lawyer, for that matter.

And, McLaren, when you're
done, come and see me.

I'm sorry I got you into this.

- I could have stopped you.
- No, you couldn't have.

No.

I'll do the paperwork,
but you sign the summons.

What took you so long?

You just missed them.

We came as soon as we heard
the call. What happened?

They were throwing this bicycle,
which they probably stole,

up into the tree to try
to knock more apples down.

I mean, they could
have broken my window.

Oh, look what they
did to my flowers.

Oh, they're decapitated.

It's a shame.
You have a beautiful home.

Should have seen this place
when Sarah and I first moved in.

There were nine layers
of linoleum,

stacked on top of each other.

We got to the bottom,
we found newspapers

advertising palm beach suits
for $15.

We fixed it up, painted it
this landmark green,

and our neighbors followed.

You inspired the whole block.

So, uh, how old did you
say these guys were?

Maybe 14, 15.

Minors. Uh, you know,
the most we can do

is fill out a juvenile report.

They'll be back on the
street in a couple hours

with a bigger point
to make, you know?

Yeah, we'll try to hang
around the house,

so if you call,
we'll be here faster.

Why don't you just stay here?

That way, they'll see
someone's watching out.

'Cause it's not like
there's other people

murdering each other
around here.

Excuse me?

Sorry.

I know this is not
life or death,

but I just don't want to
feel scared in my own house.

I understand.

But we're doing
everything we can.

You want to tell me what you
know that the detectives don't?

I'm sorry?

About this Buford kid.

It's pretty obvious that
collaring Spider Crenshaw

was about getting
to him, right?

How do you think a kid like him
gets in to a college like that?

I see.

You think it's unfair,

him being who he is,
you being who you are.

I think taking an opportunity
like Clyburn for granted

Is a crime I couldn't
have fathomed till today.

Hmm.

You know, the ones that
get under your skin,

those are the ones you
got to walk away from.

And they just get away with it?

People get away with
all kinds of things.

I'd like to believe that no one
gets away with everything.

I like to believe it anyway.

Why should I
listen to you? He's cool.

Is that Christopher over there?

No, he ain't.
He's police.

- Police locked up my father.
- I don't care. He's my friend.

You don't care because
you don't have a father.

Hey, what's going on here?

You okay?

- Yeah.
- What happened?

Nothing.

I heard some of
what they were saying.

Sounds like being
friendly with the police

has caused you some
drama out here.

Maybe you shouldn't
hang around us so much.

I don't care what
those kids think.

They're bad kids anyway.

They're always going
to the principal's office.

Hey, Christopher, it's
getting to be dinnertime,

so maybe you should start
to head home, okay?

Can you walk me?

Yeah, sure.

Open the window! Haven,
haven, can you open the window?

Look at me, sweetheart.
Open the window.

Sorry, boss.
We need to deal with this.

You need to go home.

Sweetheart,
look at me, sweetheart.

No problem, ma'am.
We'll get her out.

Stolen bikes, crushed
flowers, flying apples.

I mean, yesterday,
we... we stopped a guy

from going after his
landlord with a machete.

I mean, that's what
you call the cops for.

We'll what about
if it wasn't apples?

What if it was rocks?
Would you feel differently?

You're comparing
apples and oranges.

Lazarus, you have to see this

from a woman's
point of view, okay?

It's not easy dealing
with a bunch of teenage boys.

Plus, it's only apples now,
but what's next?

You're right...
Could be cantaloupes.

You know, maybe even pineapples.

You don't get it.

Look, Tonya,
they're kids, all right?

They're teenage boys

with too much energy
and a penchant

for getting on people's
nerves, you know?

I mean...

Ow!

Yeah!
Bull's-eye!

You kidding me? Bull's-eye!
You kidding me?

Looks like our apple gang.

- Little degenerates! Marauding little punks!
- I thought they were just

- boys with too much...
- Okay, here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna start
on the top floor,

we're gonna work our way down.

Should I call for backup?

Hey!

Officer Khan,
someone up front for you.

- Mr. Anson.
- Officer.

What can I do for you?

These are the books
that are missing.

I won't press charges,

but if you do find any
of them, well, I...

I would like them back.

I understand.

All those college kids
in the building...

You know he was the first
one that recognized me?

Guess maybe I was flattered.

But the way he talked
about my work...

The young man's got
a mind on him.

More than some
who didn't have to fight

their way into that college.

So you befriended him.

He befriended me.

Came by to listen

to the old stories, talk ideas.

I'm writing again because
of the conversations we had.

He made me feel like maybe
I still had something to say.

He's not a bad kid;
Just in a bad place.

Getting in debt.

I told him to stay away
from the loan sharks.

Loan sharks?

You mean Spider Crenshaw?

Spider, huh?

I knew some spiders around here
back in my day, too.

And some of them
would rather beat you

to a pulp than get
their money back.

No way I'm sending
a young man to jail

for being scared and desperate.

From what Mr. Anson said,

Eric Buford owes Spider money.

He must have been taking Spider
to show him the books,

trying to get him off his back.

And then we arrest Spider.

And release him.

I put a bull's-eye
on Eric Buford's back.

- We got to find him.
- And do what?

Any available
2-2 units for a 10-10,

shots fired at the Alder Houses,
1548 West 127th.

2-2 post 43, responding.

Just a minute!

Yes?

Hi, ma'am.
I'm sorry to bother you.

Could you tell us who else

is in the apartment
with you right now?

Stop!

Police! Hold up!

Hey! Come here! Come here!

I don't know where
you think you're going!

You have nowhere to go!

Stop right there!

Oh, crap!
They're on us!

Hey!

I will catch you!

Damn it!

That's okay.
We'll get 'em.

Cinderella forgot
his glass slipper.

Out of the way!

Out of the way!
Move out of the way!

We heard shots fired.

Yeah, one of the locals...
The, uh...

The guy that you stopped
and frisked before.

Eric Buford?
Eric Buford was shot?

People, come on. Back up.
Make a hole!

Make a hole! All right, people, get back.
Let's go! Let's go!

No, witnesses say
Buford shot Spider.

If these kids are smart,

then they went home,
decided to lay low.

If they're stupid...

which I bet my pension
that they are...

then they're all hopped up
from having outrun us.

Probably back at the tree
or someplace like it.

So we shouldheck
schoolyards, uh, playgrounds.

Shouldn't we be out looking
for guys with machetes?

Hey. Hitting us
was crossing the line.

And by us, you mean you.

In the
2-2, we have a 10-22 robbery

at 35 Lenox Avenue,
sporting goods store.

See the owner, Mr. Yoo.

Sporting goods, as in a
place that sells sneakers.

2-2 post 41, right
around the corner.

Now, let's go.

Man, what are you
still doing here?

I thought you said you
were going to walk me home,

- meet my mom.
- I did not say that.

Well, could you?

Kid, what's up with this?

Just go home, okay?

He shouldn't even
be out this late,

let alone walking home
by himself.

That's on him.

We said go home.

Where I come from,

kids had to be home
by 6:00 at the latest.

No one would even dream

of sending a kid
home after dark.

That's because you grew up
in Tinytown, USA.

Kids are out late in
this neighborhood.

- This is how I grew up, too.
- All I'm saying is it

wouldn't be that much trouble
to just walk him home.

Look, if the kids
in the neighborhood

saw Christopher
getting walked home by cops,

he's going to look
like a snitch.

You saw those kids
picking on him earlier today.

True. All it takes is
one psycho, one predator

to cross paths
with a kid like that...

Oh, hey.

Excuse me.

Dani...
Dani, isn't it?

Yes.

I remember you... Officer Toney.

Cool. How you been?

Hey, I was wondering if, uh,

you could do me a favor.

Could you, uh, walk my
friend home for me?

I don't see why not.

Come on, honey.

Thanks. I owe you one. Mm-hmm.

Everybody happy?

I've had stuff
stolen before,

but this was the stupidest thing
I ever saw.

Usually, they come in a mob,

snatch what they can,
then run out,

but this time,
it was just one kid

grabbing one sneaker from
the display wall, then bolting.

One sneaker.

Yeah. Can you, uh,

give us an idea
of what he looked like?

Uh, Spanish, maybe 14, 15.

Uh, had on a gray hoodie.

I couldn't really see his face.

The sneaker look anything
like this one?

Yeah.

It's the same style,
but the stolen one

is a size ten, and the one
you're holding is a...

Size eight. Yeah.

So, where'd you get that?

Long story.

We can't divulge that at this
particular juncture in time,

but we do thank you
for your time.

Okay.

Okay, so you
stopped the shooter

at 16:30, you released him.

Then you collared
the Vic at 17:35.

- You released him, too, at 18:05.
- Uh, yeah. There was a robbery at...

I read the reports.
Now, what's not in them?

Sir?

When you stopped these guys
on 129th Street,

you tossed all of them.

Yes, detective.

Spider had a knife,

and Buford was unarmed.

I don't see Eric
Buford having a gun.

Why is that?

I don't know.

I just... I don't see it.

But your bad guy radar went off

every time you bumped
into him, right?

All right.

Spider Crenshaw is saying

that Buford came up
and capped him,

and the witnesses
who like him agree,

but witnesses who owe him money,
on the other hand,

say that Spider
went after Buford,

they fight, Spider's gun
goes off in the scuffle.

What do you think?

I think it's hard
to buy self-defense

from a guy who goes on the run.

You have any idea
where I might find him?

No, but we'd like
to help you look.

Yeah, well...

I think it would be best
if you two stayed as far away

from this case as possible.

Okay, I just, uh, spoke
with the duty captain.

He thinks the two of you
should take lost time tonight.

You're sending us home?

I think you've done more

than your share for today.

Ahmad had nothing
to do with this.

It's all on me.

Yeah, and make sure
it stays there.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

You ditched Dani,

and now you're boosting?

You know we patrol around here.

What were you thinking?

All right.
I'm gonna do

what you've been wanting me
to do all day,

but your mom is not
going to be happy to meet me.

You're still here?

I can't go home.

Your dad's a deputy inspector.

You made a bad move,
but you're not going anywhere.

Exactly.

You know, I think that's
what set me off about Buford.

He's got a ticket to anywhere,

and he goes right back
to the projects.

Robs people.

Such a waste.

You hate being a cop that much?

I don't know what I hate.

All I know is,
wish I had a choice.

Could have gotten that kid
killed today.

Everything that happened,
Spider getting shot...

It's on me.

Partly.

So what do I do with this?

Live with it.

What makes you think
they'll come here?

'Cause it's a middle school.

Possibly theirs.

Yo, watch this.

Through the hole, through
the hole, through the hole!

Man, turn that off.
You're blinding me.

Sorry. Is this better?

What were you throwing
at that window?

We wasn't throwing nothing. That
window just broke by itself.

Empty your pockets. I want to
see what you got in there.

Get your hands out of there. Hands out of pockets.
All right, I'll check myself.

Hands out of your pockets.
Come on, come on, come on.

Hands! Hands! Anything
that might stick me?

I don't know.

- Well, well, well. Look at that.
- What do you got?

You ever seen a apple before?

- I'm gonna eat that.
- Yeah? Well, take a bite.

Put your feet together.

Those apples,
they're as hard as baseballs.

Oh, what happened there?

You got, uh, one foot two sizes
bigger than the other?

Yeah.
I was born that way.

Oh. Such a shame.

Put it on.
Why?

'Cause I got a thing
about feet. Just do it.

You know what it's called

when you throw one
of those through a window?

Criminal mischief.

Trespassing.

That's a nice, solid fit.

Nice to meet you, Cinderella.

Oh, my God, thank you.

Christopher, where have
you been? I've been going crazy.

I'm Officer Toney, ma'am.

Christopher's been hanging
around us all this afternoon.

I hope he hasn't been a pain.

You heard her! She
said I could have it!

It's fine, but just now,
I'm afraid we caught him

running out
of a store with a, uh...

Ma'am, is everything
okay in there?

Yeah, it's just my sisters fighting.
And that's mine!

Ma'am, can you open
the front door, please?

Once again, thank you
for bringing Christopher home.

I'll make sure
he doesn't bother you anymore.

You need to open
the front door.

It's all right! It's okay!

It's mine!

I don't care!

This is my stuff!

What is all this?

Give me it!
Let's go!

The cops are here!

Did you steal this?

She sure did.

And don't take but 50 cent off
when she sell it.

What do you want?

- Eric shot a man today.
- I don't believe that.

There are a lot of cops out
there looking for him.

Cops that think he has a gun.

He could get killed.
Now, if he contacts you,

you have to convince him
to turn himself in.

I'll take him in myself,
make sure he doesn't get hurt.

Because you've been such
an advocate for him already?

Call me late to the party,
but I do want to help.

Help? After you got him
in trouble in the first place?

If you hadn't arrested
that loan shark...

What are you doing?

You can't come in here.
Do you have a warrant?

He brought the books back.

Look, just go.
Is he still here?

He's not here.

Eric? Eric? What are you doing?

Eric, I know you're here.

Now, put your hands up
and just tell me where you are.

Okay, he's not here.
Please stay out of the way.

Eric, I know you are a good guy
in a bad situation.

Do not make things worse.

Just put your hands up
and come on out.

He's not here.

Don't shoot him.

- Don't shoot!
- Stay out. Get back.

- Don't you shoot him!
- Stay back!

I-I didn't shoot Spider.

He was going to kill me,
I fought him for the gun,

and it just went off.
It was an accident.

- Anyone going to believe that?
- Yeah, maybe.

- Listen, Eric. Let me talk.
- Stay out of this!

Eric, I do not want
to shoot you.

But if I see that gun come up
again, I'm going to.

You shouldn't have come back
here for the books, Eric.

- He wouldn't have found you.
- Shut up!

I should never have taken
the books, Mr. Anson.

Spider was closing in on me
for his money. I panicked.

I'm so sorry. I...

What would it have gotten me?

I'm behind two semesters...
I've got

nothing else to give him.

You borrowed the money
for tuition?

What a waste.

What?

That's what you said...

"What a waste."

Right?
Remember? Hmm?

You've got your eight-year-old
son living in a house

with all this stolen stuff?

You know I can call ACS?

I should call ACS,

have them come and take
Christopher away.

What? No, no, no, please,
don't do that.

Please, I'm sorry.
I know it's wrong.

I lost my job.

I started off just
lifting food for us,

but then I just saw
a job opportunity.

Does Christopher
help you do this?

No. I would never involve him.

Please don't take Christopher
away from me.

I'm a good mother.

Other than this.

What you want to do?

Do we really want to send
Christopher to foster care?

You have no idea what
that school means to me

or how I killed myself
trying to hang in there.

I had it all balanced
until my grandma got sick.

And then I lost my night job,

I blew a couple grades,
they cut the scholarship.

I was maxed out on loans.

Look, I didn't see
any other way.

You lost your job to take care
of your grandmother.

Didn't you tell the school
all that?

They don't give a damn
about anyone's sick grandmother.

Do you know what
she did for me?

When I was six years old,

she pulled me

out of my crappy public school

and got me
into a new charter school,

one that was accepting kids
with academic potential

and grooming them
to go to college.

And by grooming,
I mean everything from posture

to physics to classroom
comportment to Latin.

If I ever got
into a playground fight,

I'd have been out on my ass.

But you hung in.

Yeah, 11 years.

Straight A's all the way.

And now this.

If she knew what I did...

You can still make her proud!

How?! Huh?!

Huh, Mr. Anson? How?

I still can't afford tuition.

I might even go to jail, right?

I don't know.

Where are you going to go

if you don't give up, Eric?

On the run?
You got that life in you?

We're going to give you
a second chance.

Thank you. Thank you.

But we will be keeping an eye
on you, making spot checks.

You're not going to find
anything else here.

And I want to see all this stuff

show up at St. Finian's
food pantry tomorrow.

You hear me?

Please put the gun down, Eric.

So this is why you've
been bugging me all day

to walk you home
and meet your mom?

'Cause you wanted me
to see this?

Make her stop?

Okay, I'm putting
the gun on the bed.

You know how this
is going to go.

I'm screwed.

Hey, look, I'm running
a basketball clinic

at the P.A.L. on 122nd

on Saturday mornings.
I want to see you there.

I want to see you there
this weekend

and every weekend, you hear me?

I thought the last thing
in the world you wanted

was all the neighborhood kids
lining up to play ball with you.

I couldn't let Apple
have all the fun.

Oh, no, I have a black thumb.

You couldn't kill this plant
if you wanted to.

Just put it in the sun
and water it when you remember.

- I'll try.
- And, you know,

if you have any, uh...
any other problems, you know,

anything at all, please,
don't-don't hesitate

to call us, all right?

Where'd you find him?

Mr. Anson called me.

Said Buford was
looking for someone

to surrender himself to.
Did he give up the gun?

Couldn't get rid
of it fast enough.

He says Spider threatened him,

he just wanted to get the gun
away from him.

And you believe him?

Yeah.

Whatever that's worth.

Well, in the scheme of things,

not a hell of a lot, but, uh...

You're a rookie, you know?

What do you know?

I'll see if I can get
the ear of the detectives.

Yeah.
What the hell do I know?

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