All language subtitles for Rebel s01e02 Brothers Keeper.eng

Previously on Rebel...

'Sup Sis, how you doin'?

How long has it been
since we got together?

For what it's worth, I think
we had pretty good chemistry.

- Calm down, Daddy.
- Malik'll be back.

Drop that gun!

[gunshot fires]

- Wait! Malik!
- [gunshots firing]

Jimmy, I'm sorry about Mack, okay?

My brother is damn near crippled.

Mine's dead.

Whose fault is that, you black bitch?

This is your fault, too!

I don't want you to get fried out there.

So, you watch yourself.

This is a job and it's one I
don't think I can do anymore.

So, what are you gonna do
now that you're not Five-0?

Start your own private

investigative service or something?

You lookin' for Texas?

Hand over the pills
or I'm gonna drag you

in there and have Mr.
Proctor search you himself.

Get outta here.

You need to watch where you're goin'.

Your school carries a mandatory.

You ain't 5-0 no mo'.

You're just a pay-no-mind basic bitch.

- REBEL: What?
- [gasps]

- [police siren wailing]
- REBEL: [grunts]

Stop. I'll ease up.

- You what? You what?
- [heavy punch]

[groans] Get off me!

- Get your damn hands off me!
- Easy. Easy.

Are you okay? You wanna file charges?

REBEL: Nah, we was just play wrestling.

Then how'd he get that
big-ass mark on his head?

Nah, nah, nah, nah.

This here's a birth defect,
man. I've had it my whole life.

Yeah. Right. You're not
leaving me any wiggle room.

Fine. I'll ride downtown,
but you're not cuffin' me.

And tell your partner here

to rack up my bike when he's finished.

[mixed conversations]

REBEL: [laughing]

What you cheesin' at?

Them makes cooties in your dreads.

They didn't search you well.

I can see where you hid your drugs.

- That ain't funny.
- REBEL: [laughs]

It's actually hilarious.

You're here for a witness statement.

But if I tug on a friend's coattail,

you get conspiracy to
distribute in a school zone.

You got less friends in here than me.

I saw that blue rat
salute they gave you.

Try me and see if your black ass

don't end up in San Quentin on a nic.

Or you can stop baggin' to your schools

and put me up on game in the hood.

I ain't no snitch.

Like you said, I ain't 5-0 no more.

So, it ain't snitchin'.

It's ear-hustlin'.

You just can't get enough
of this place, can you?

Some unis brought me down
here to fill out somethin',

'cause me and old boy was rough-housing

and they thought we was for real.

Is that the truth?

Hm...

Officer, they're free to go.

That little gold star on my forehead

for the Chechen
terrorists I handed over?

Oh, don't get ahead of yourself.

Those guys have not been convicted yet.

They will be once the AG office

sees the truckload of bombing
materials in that cafe.

[laughs]

Somebody around here oughta give
me a fruit basket or somethin'.

Bye, Rebel.

Where are we at on the investigation

into those cops that killed Malik?

You're no longer a cop.

You're not supposed to be back here.

When is the dashcam and the bodycam

footage being released?

I have no idea.

I've been in court all week dealing with

a federal court compliance case.

The brass better not
try to turn this around

on my brother like they always do.

Let's just see how it plays out.

Don't project. It's not healthy.

Have you seen Hector around?

No, he's called in
sick the last two days.

That's okay. I'll hit him on his cell.

So, now you're not talkin' to me?

[heavy sigh] I got nothin' to say.

You told IA I'm a racist.

Mack, I can only speak on what you did.

And I can only think of one reason why.

Oh, that is such crap,
Rebel, and you know it.

We were partners for three years.

You still chose to fire on my brother...

An unarmed black man.

You can't even imagine that
there was an explanation?

I can. I just gave it.

Rebel, I was friends with
Malik, for Christ sake.

And, yet, you couldn't see him
through all that black skin.

Hey, Lieutenant.

I'm cleared to return to work.

By who?

Well, my doctor, who else?

[scoffs]

You need a complete
psychiatric evaluation,

not some ball-grab by your physician.

Oh, no, come on, Lieutenant,
look at me... I'm fine.

I'm sorry. Department policy.

Dr. Fuller will get you squared away.

Now, if you don't mind,

I have some place I need to be.

BRIM: What's up, Mr. K?

How you holdin' up, man?

You remember Pastor Durod, right?

Hey, Mr. Knight.

BRIM: Listen, we come bearing gifts.

You know I got you.

PASTOR DUROD: Thank you.

I know all about Lake Charles.

You know, I used to ride
through there on the 10,

comin' up from Port Arthur.

- Are you from Texas?
- PASTOR: Yes, sir.

CHARLES: Hm...

So, I know all about
historical injustices

facing black men, especially
coming from down there.

Now these sorts of atrocities
are happening all over.

And it's important for us
to protest that behavior.

And now, of course, your young son

being the catalyst for change
this country desperately needs.

Listen, Mr. K...

you like Lik was like
a little brother to me.

I mean, that's the main reason

I wanna be down with this
rally... to honor him.

And it'd probably be a good
look for you to come out, too,

so you could see just how
much love people have for Lik.

He was talented.

I mean, that boy stand in the studio.

That's why I wanna get his
music out to the public,

so his voice isn't forgotten.

Y'all must be crazy if you think

you're gonna pimp out
my brother's records

after he's dead.

That's not why we're here.

It's not like that at all.

We're only here to get your
dad active in the movement.

We're not interested in jump-starting

your political career.

So, if you two gentlemen don't mind,

I'ma have to kindly ask
you to get the hell out.

Come on, Reb, you're trippin'.

You're supposed to be
the neighborhood hustler.

You don't know nothin' about
what happened to my brother.

Look, Lik my dog, and
I got love for him.

But you can't be walkin' up on me

nag-blastin' me in the
middle of the street.

I've got a reputation to protect.

Now I told you I've got
fellas all over the place.

As soon as I hear
something, I'll let you know.

Well, until then, kick rocks.

Rebecca.

What you do that for?

The grass ain't even grown
around Malik's grave yet

and people are already
tryin' to get a piece of him.

I'm not havin' it.

- [sighs]
- [pounding on door]

What the hell are you doing here?

Let's talk about your brother's

juvie record for starters.

Where the hell did you get that?

- A judge sealed it years ago.
- Seriously?

The department leaked it?

Typical. They're trying to smear him.

So, here's your chance
at tomorrow's headline.

Check out the designs I
made for your business card.

Hella dope, right?

Girl, there is no way in hell

I'm runnin' a business
called "The Ratchet PI."

Well, you got a better name,

or are you just gonna
hate on my ingenuity?

Aw, big word. Chee, I see you.

- I hate it when you do that.
- REBEL: [laughing]

I do need a favor, though.

Can you please keep Brim
and them community leeches

away from daddy until
he's back on his feet?

Yeah, your father must be down.

He hasn't said one
insulting thing about Asians.

Well, you know, grief
hits people in waves.

Daddy's still reelin' over Lik.

And what about you, toughie?

Okay. I mean, I have my
moments, but I'm fine.

I know you're fine like you are,

'cause that's what you do, boo.

What you want me to do?
Cry? Break something?

I did that already. It
didn't change a thing.

Least I can do is make myself of use.

You sound like you're reading
the back of a pamphlet.

Grief is like gas.

If you hold it in, by
the time it comes out,

it's gonna be deadly enough to knock you

and everybody around you out.

That's nasty. [laughs]

That settles it then.

Our first PI case is a hometown special,

hey, lookin' out for your old man.

[sighing] I used to look like that,

before the wife and kids.

[laughs] The thought of you shirtless

almost made me lose my lunch.

[laughing] So, you're back to work?

Oh, Charles is making me
go see the department shrink

before he'll let me come back.

You're not gonna see that witch.

She'll make you see her like five times.

There's a guy I used a while back.

Has you back in the one visit.

A cakewalk.

[sighing]

Nice job handling that judge.

Oh, I didn't even know you were there.

Well, thanks.

This is about Rebecca Knight, isn't it?

We're very close to getting
our department back, Charles.

I'll take that as a yes.

If her brother's
shooting comes back bad,

we could be under the thumb of
the feds for God knows how long.

Oh, I don't think there's
much anyone can do about that.

Knock off the cute routine.

It's a lotta heat on this case.

I know you guys are friends.

I also know you've had your eye on

that chief's badge for
quite some time now,

and between your exemplary record

and my political connections,

that badge is practically already yours.

But the shooting of Rebel's brother

happened on your watch.

That's a matter of public record.

Certain politicians
might consider it stain.

Hm... [tsks]

I don't know that I've
ever seen a chief's uniform

with a stain on it, have you?

Lieutenant Gold, what do you think about

the rally the community's
planning to protest

police brutality against
African-American males?

I have no issue with people
expressing themselves,

as long as it's peaceful.

Ex-copper Becca Knight
stated that her brother's death

was a bad shooting by racist cops.

Hector, this is Rebel.

Hit me back whenever you get this.

Gal, get in here. Your old
boss Chuckie's on TV.

MALE REPORTER: ...outside of District 7.

CHARLES: The officers involved
in the Malik Knight shooting

acted within the guidelines
of department policy.

From what we can tell,

the suspect appeared to
be reaching for a gun.

What the hell? That's a flat-out lie.

Shhh. Well, I told you,

he is trying to cover
the department's ass.

And trying to put out a narrative.

We need to get that dashcam
and that bodycam footage

so we can put out ours...
That Lik's shooting was bad.

You know they're gonna try
and delay releasing those.

I know something they can't delay.

I'm actually trying
to convince my youngest

to try out for high school football.

You're not worried about concussions?

What really keeps me awake is taking on

a third college tuition.

Hm, now you see why I haven't had kids.

Well, if you did,

it wouldn't have been as
easy to walk away from a job.

Who said anything about easy?

Are you gonna be okay...

looking at this?

[sighs]

Me and Lik had matching tattoos.

What is "MSK"?

My Sister's Keeper.

Mine was "MBK," My Brother's Keeper.

Your brother was shot...

13 times.

Once in the left chest...

[gunshot fires]

The second bullet's entry
was in his upper back.

[gunshot fires]

The third and fourth were...

Yeah, I'm not really
trying to hear all that.

I just need to know that Lik

wasn't reaching for
a gun, like they said.

Well, based on the
trajectory of the bullets,

the way the victim's body was hit,

and how it was hit, I'd
say it's highly unlikely.

I can't tell you who fired
what or how many shots.

You'd have to go to ballistics for that.

Ballistics. Does
Darrell still work there?

Heavyset Darrell? Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, he's still there
eatin' up everything in sight.

You a mess. Thank you, Jen.

- I owe you one.
- Yeah.

Wait, um...

There's something else.

Malik had cocaine in his blood.

Dr. Loyton, thanks for
meeting me on short notice.

Please, call me Adam.

Your brother sends me so many patients,

I, uh, like to help wherever I can.

Okay.

Oh, it says here that you
fired at your partner's brother.

Is that correct?

Gnarly.

Well, would you like to talk about it?

Okay, uh, then, just tell
me something about yourself.

Your, uh, your hopes, your dreams,

uh, fetishes.

It's a joke, Mr. Mclntyre.

REBEL: [gasping]

Have you lost your damn mind?

Your brother gotta clean this up.

Daddy, what did you just say?

I know Malik is gone. Still,
it makes no damn sense.

You tearin' up the boy's room.

I'm looking for something.

I told you to stop it. Stop it!

This is your brother's
room, you understand me?

- Daddy!
- I told you to stop!

- Didn't I tell you to stop it?
- Let me go!

[objects clattering]

What in the hell's
gotten into you, girl?

Did you know Malik was doin' cocaine?

Answer me!

Ain't no angels in this family.

So, you did know?

Know what? That Malik and his boys

like to go out there and then mix it up

like you and your friends did?

This is different and you know it.

Shhh...

[glass shatters]

The doctor told you
about all that drinking.

It puts your brain in a haze.

Yeah, well haze. Maybe that's
how it likes to feel, Becca.

You ever thought about that?

Hell, I done lost my son.

Well, I lost my brother!

It ain't the same thing!

Losing your mother broke my heart.

But this was worse than
I could ever even imagine.

Malik came from me.

I made that boy.

And now a part of me is dead.

This house...

there used to be so
much noise in this house.

People laughing, crackin' jokes.

Fussin' and fightin'.

Then when your Mama died,
you went into the service.

[heavy sigh] Now Malik is gone.

I'm here by myself.

Daddy, you are not alone.

You will never be alone
as long as I'm here.

DR. LOYTON: It says here

that you were stabbed a few years ago.

Uh, I was nicked.

Have you ever been victimized
by an African-American

on or off the job?

My mother is in the women's
softball hall of fame,

so, uh, my brother and I
spent most of our childhood

traveling around to watch her play.

This one time, we were at a game,

and I had to use the bathroom,

so, my mom sent Jimmy to go with me.

We get in there, it's dark as hell.

I finally start to go,
when I hear these voices.

I look up and I see these
four older black kids.

And out of nowhere,

they just start
pounding Jimmy, you know?

And the thing that kills me
is rather than stay and get...

beat up, I... I run to go get help.

And, uh, by the time we came back,

you know, with my mom
and her teammates...

...Jimmy'd been beaten to a bloody pulp.

What do you think that means, Mack?

I mean, maybe I... I fired
at Malik because...

in that moment, I felt threatened?

[sighing]

But I don't know.

I guess my mind must
have flashed back to,

you know, a dark room with those guys.

And you didn't want
that to happen again.

So, you instinctively
pulled the trigger.

That... that's good.
It's really good, Mack.

You've made a big step here
sharing that information,

and putting it all together yourself.

Awesome.

I'm gonna want you to come back...

so we can get to the
root cause of all of this.

It's not gonna happen, Doc. Thanks.

REBEL: The yolo come from you?

It's cool. Let her through.

Malik had cocaine in
his system when he died.

I found this in his room,

so, I'ma ask you one more time,

did it come from you?

You know I ain't dealin'.

I know for a fact your
crew out here trappin',

so don't give me that I
ain't about that life speech.

Be real.

You ain't protectin'
and servin' no more, Reb.

So, you need to slow your
roll up or you get dealt with.

Brim, I was trollin' these streets

long before you was
even pissin' straight.

So don't go there with me.

Or what, Becca?

Good night, bro.

[knock at door]

[rapping knuckles on door]

Oh...

I thought we talked about this.

You rushed me off the phone yesterday

before I could check on you.

So...

I came by to see for myself.

Everything's fine, TJ.

No doubt. Gee.

You gotta live with this spot,

despite the fact this isn't a hotel.

Yeah, well, I got tired of coming home

to my apartment and
finding reporters outside

trying to dig up dirt on Lik.

Yeah, that's real.

So, everything else okay?

What's goin' on, Reb?

Talk to me.

I don't wanna talk.

Kiss me.

[kissing]

Mmmm...

Okay, see, there you
go doin' that thing.

The thing you like?

Oh, yes.

Unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh, unh-unh.

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up.

No, no, no, no, no, no. I know you, Reb.

- Something's up.
- [sighing]

After everything that
went down with your job,

Malik, movin'.

REBEL: [sighs]

Please, babe.

They found cocaine in Malik's blood.

Damn!

I'm so sorry to hear that.

Daddy knew Malik was using,

or at least wasn't shocked by the idea,

and acted like I didn't
even need to know.

Okay, so you know there was nothing

you could do about this, right?

Nothing at all.

TJ, I don't need you
consoling me right now, okay?

You asked. I told you.

- I'm good.
- No, you're not.

Look at me.

Just be real and admit
this has you messed up.

TJ, I'm straight, okay?

You can leave now.

See, this is exactly
why we're separated now.

Because you start opening up,

and then you just completely shut down.

No, we're separated because

your credit score is
the same as your age.

You know, you kept goin' back and forth

and tryin' to fix me and knock me up.

That's why we're separated.

TJ: [scoffs] I'm outta here.

TJ, I didn't mean it like that.

You never gave me the
full dime, Rebecca. Never.

[door slams]

[sighs]

Hey, TJ, um, it's me.

Let's talk.

[phone beeps]

Hey, Rebecca, how you been?

Yeah, I'm sorry to
hear about everything.

Oh, thanks, Darrell.

Danielle gave me a going away present,

so I came to bring
her a little surprise.

Now hold on now, I ain't
never been to the bayou

but I can smell gumbo anywhere.

Oh, yeah, I got two
big containers in here

from Creole Soul Express.

You want some?

Girl, do I want some?

Does LeBron James have big feet?

Come on now.

Yeah, Darrell, um, I was
actually wondering if you could,

you know, do me a small
favor since I'm here.

Well, Rebel, I wish I could,

but, technically, you're
not even supposed to be here.

Oh, my bad. What was I thinking?

Look, wait, wait. No,
no, no, no, no, no.

Not... just 'cause I can't help

don't mean you gotta
take your gumbo and run.

I was just tellin' you the rules.

The fact of the matter
is I'm in charge down here

and I can have anybody
down here that I want.

- Are you sure, Darrell?
- Yes.

I would hate for you
to get in trouble or,

you know, replaced.

Girl, seriously, it'll take 10 people

to replace one Darrell.

Now I cannot argue with that.

Mm-mm!

- A little bit of this.
- Mmm!

Give it a little kick.

Oh, it don't need no help with that now.

Okay. Okay. Mmm!

You know, when you came down here,

I thought you'd be looking for
ballistics help on your brother.

I kinda wish that so I could snap.

Girl, Obama ain't got that kinda hope.

BOTH: [laughing]

- Mmm-hm.
- [laughing]

Mmm-hm. [laughing]

Mmm!

Mm! Mm! Mm!

Um... [belches]

Ooh, um... [stomach gurgling]

Oh, um...

Um... I, um...

Rebel, I might need you to
watch the lab for a minute.

Oh, of course. Everything okay?

Mm-hm. Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.

Everything is fine.

[farts]

CHEENA: Vaughn Bryant, Bryan Markey,

April Sommerdale, and Rafael Lopez...

All four claim Malik
was reaching for a gun

when they opened fire.

Yeah, well, we know that's not true.

Vaughn Bryant shot
his weapon seven times.

CHEENA: How can you tell?

Any time an officer is
involved in a shooting,

the first thing they
do is take your weapon

and count how many
bullets are in your mag.

Fifteen plus one in the chamber.

Vaughn Bryant had nine, which
means he shot seven times.

Rafael Lopez had 12.

Which means he fired four shots.

Bryan Markey had 14.

CHEENA: Which means he fired twice.

April Sommerdale had 16...

which means she never fired her weapon.

[gunshots firing rapidly]

[gunshot fires]

We need to find April Sommerdale.

I'll have a vodka soda
with a splash of cranberry.

Thanks.

- Yeah, I'll have a beer.
-
Ooo, I can't hide

-
Feed me lines

I checked the gangbook.

That information on Texas.

There was no Hispanic
dude in there by that name.

And now you've been avoiding me?

First of all, I wasn't avoiding you.

I was sick.

And that Texas info
was in there a week ago.

I saw it myself. I
don't know what happened.

How did you know I was looking
for him in the first place?

I've worked the door at
a few parties he's thrown.

Fine. Okay. When's the next one?

They happen randomly
at different locations.

I never know where or when

until I get blasted on a group text.

All right, hit me up the
next time they let you know.

Why are you showing up at my home?

Nobody even looked your
way tonight at the bar.

Pack mentality.

If one of us fires, we all fire.

Or we get accused of not
having our partner's back.

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

Yes, you do. You're a
good person, a great cop.

You used your mind instead
of following after others

and you should be commended
for that, not ostracized.

Look, I lost my brother that night.

And the hardest part
of me getting over this

is not understanding why.

Look, I'm really sorry about

what happened to your brother, okay?

But I... I've gotta go.

April. April just talk...

- [door closes]
- Apr...

[quiet knock on door]

[camera shutter clicks]

APRIL: Hey...

[camera shutter clicks]

APRIL: Come on in.

Got change, man?

I ain't got no money.

[truck brakes squealing]

Come on.

[tires squealing]

- Bam!
- CHEENA: [gasps]

[laughing]

Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan

was notorious for sneaking up on people.

But I guess that gene must
have missed you, child.

Oh! I'm glad to see your casual racism

has returned, Mr. Knight.

You're gonna have to take
some lessons and pay attention,

if you're gonna be following people.

[tires squealing]

[sighing]

Oh, Malik...

I need you to run me somewhere.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How'd it go with Dr. Loyton?

I'm back to work. That's
all that matters.

The guy's a bit off, I'll give you that.

But he's fast.

He ask you about your fetishes?

Yeah.

He kept pushing me to talk.

I don't need anyone holding my hand.

I told him the bathroom story.

Get out. The whole thing?

Hell, no.

Whew, I loved it when you came back.

Standing in that doorway with that bat,

- lookin' like Jason Voorhees.
- [chuckling]

Them black kids are fast,

but I never saw anyone fly like they did

when you started crackin' their heads.

That's what family does.

Protect each other, right?

It's good to have you back.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Again?

What's Jimmy's connection
to April Sommerdale?

They ever work together?

Whatever it is you're
hatching, you understand me?

I can't believe you got on TV
and lied about Malik like that.

You're the one who
threw the first punch,

and now you come cryin' foul?

Those cops started it
when they killed Malik.

You sidin' with them?

Look, I'm siding with the department.

The same racist department
that won't release

the bodycam or the dashcam footage?

Let's set aside a second the fact that

you worked for this racist
department for 10 years,

and focus on the fact that Malik

had a Schedule 2 stimulant
in his blood when he died.

That's out of bounds.

But that's the only play you've got.

So, of course, you're gonna use it.

But I'm warning you,

if you release that
information out to the public,

I will prove that my brother

was not reaching for a
gun when he was killed.

How the hell are you gonna do that?

Do you really think the ME report

would definitively end this?

I mean, you know better than that.

Now I get that you're trying
to protect Malik's honor.

But I am trying to save
an entire department.

You've known my entire family
since I was 17 years old.

Malik wasn't a perp and you know it.

If this were anyone else
running down the street

with a gun in their hand,
hopped up on cocaine,

you would have cuffed 'em
and thrown them in jail.

But it wasn't anybody
else, it was Malik,

and he's dead.

Charles, I'm begging
you, stop the department

from releasing this
information about Lik.

Good night, Rebel.

Charles!

Do this for me. Please.

WOMAN: Justice for Malik!

We'll damn sure not kumbaya

with cops takin' target
practice in our communities.

Now I'm not standing here saying

that everybody in our
community is a saint, either.

They're not. Right?

Some of 'em are as
wrong as wrong can be,

and they deserve to be locked up.

MAN: Yes, they do!

But let's be clear,
brothers and sisters,

there is a difference
between handcuffin' somebody

- and fillin' 'em full of lead.
- CROWD: [cheering]

[applauding, whistling]

- MAN: That's right!
- You got it!

It's like Pastor Durod says,

this movement is more than a hashtag.

It's a statement on
behalf of all those men,

women, and children
who have been murdered

at the hands of the crooked police.

CROWD: [shouting mixed comments]

This is like Sandra Bland
and Akai Gurley.

We're talking brothers like
Mike Brown, Eric Garner,

- Philando Castile, right?
- CROWD: Right!

- Oscar Grant.
- MAN: Come on now.

BRIM: And my best friend...

my little brother...

Malik Knight.

CROWD: [shouting mixed comments]

CHARLES: Brim, there's
something I wanna say.

I wanna say a few words.

[cell phone ringing]

Hey, Chee, I'ma hit ya back.

CHEENA: [on phone]
No, don't call me back.

I need you to come where I am.

CROWD: [cheering, applauding]

REBEL: [gasps]

CROWD: [cheering, applauding]

Something compelled me to
talk tonight and that...

that's... that's my...

that's my son.

[kisses] Malik...

What's weird is when he
first started making music,

I said, boy, get a real job.

CROWD: [quiet laughter]

Stop wasting your time.

But now...

I can see how wrong I was.

As I look around at
all the people who, uh,

have come out to honor my son's legacy.

- WOMAN: Yeah!
- We love you!

His friend, Brim,

uh, he came to me the other day and...

he said he wanted to
get my son's music out.

So, we decided that we would give

all of Malik's music and merchandise

away for free tonight.

CROWD: [cheering, applauding]

I'm glad the police are here,

because I would like to, uh,

express my most sincere frustration.

I'm not saying all cops are bad.

My daughter was a cop
until just recently.

So, they can't all be bad.

But the ones that killed my boy were.

And I'm not stopping until
I get justice for Malik.

Justice for Malik!

CROWD: [chanting "Justice for Malik!"]

We talk plays, Lieutenient.

We're here to just observe and monitor.

What if the crowd advances?

Hopefully, it won't
escalate to that point,

especially with the media here.

CROWD: [continues chanting
"Justice for Malik!"]

What the hell, Cheen?

Your Pops forced me to bring him here.

CROWD: [continues chanting
"Justice for Malik!"]

What the hell are you doing?

They've spilled enough
blood in these streets.

So we're gonna show 'em our pain.

Put that brick down

or I will arrest you and
throw you in jail myself.

CROWD: [continues chanting
"Justice for Malik!"]

Sir, we need to do something

before this gets out of control.

Just stay in your lane, detective,

and let me do my job.

CROWD: Justice! Justice for Malik!

Justice for Malik!

Join this group right here.

CROWD: [angrily chanting
"Justice for Malik!"]

REBEL: Damn!

- Move those men back.
- Move 'em back.

CROWD: [angrily chanting
"Justice for Malik!"]

Hey! Hey! Listen to me!

Hey, listen! Listen to me!

- Everybody just listen to me.
- CROWD: [quietens]

Look, nobody has more of a right

to be angry over Malik than me.

But this is not what Malik wanted.

This is not what I
want his legacy to be...

Acting out.

Like this won't get us nothing

but a few more of us arrested or worse.

Come on, I don't wanna
lose another one of you.

So, I... I...

I just wanna ask everybody

who can hear the sound of my voice

to, please, just... just go home.

The rally is over.

Just go home, y'all.

Yeah, rally's over. Everybody go home.

WOMAN: I'm gonna stay right here.

CROWD: [mixed comments]

MAN: There's nothing around here.

MAN 2: Nah, that's not happening.

[doorknocker thudding]

[door opens]

Reb, look here, okay?

Malik was two when Mama died.

I had no choice but to be
his sister and his mama.

I washed him, I changed him,

I taught him how to tie his shoe.

And the fact that he died,

the fact that he was using cocaine,

and I knew nothing about it,

it just...

it makes me feel like I failed.

[door creaking open]

Reb.

TJ is my husband, we're still married,

which technically makes you a side hoe.

You need to stop messin' around

and get your life together
before it's too late.

[dog barking]

- [pounds on door]
- [door creaks open]

April?

[ominous music]

You in here?

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