When They See Us

Tron! Come get some of this food before I go back to work.

-Got the sports section? -Yeah, you see that?

The Yankees released Gary Ward.

He's a two time All-Star.

Yeah, just like you.

Yeah, but that ain't right.

Probably got tired. Wanted to trade, you know what I mean?

He'll get picked up, quick too.

Won't play for the Yankees, though. Still root for him, though.

Nah, if he ain't a Yankee, nothing to root for.

You cold, Tron.

What? I'm just saying.

No french fries for traitors, man.

Whoa, I ain't no traitor. I am loyal to the soil.

-You know what I'm saying? -A'ight, we gonna see.

'Cause, you know, usually I just let everybody else go and take the lead,

but today, I was like, "I wanna step up.

I'm gonna do what I have to do," and I did.

And I really feel like if I keep doing that,

then I could really take first chair. I really do.

- -And you sounded good today, too.

All right, you got your music lesson out the way.

You're a free man.

Don't waste this spring break, Kev.

Spring break's for relaxing, Angie.

How about you relax your way into those dishes from last night

-before Mama gets home? -Okay.

I'm closing at work tonight. Don't wait up.

All right.

Come on, baby girl, let's go get some chicken at Kennedy.

-How come you always hungry? -How come you never hungry?

'Cause I eat at lunch.

At school.

That's why.

Mm!

Look at me.

And if you would come to school more often,

then we could spend more time together.

Well, I was waiting for you to get out of school so we could eat together.

Everything better with you.

Come on, let's get us some Kennedy. Please, baby. Yeah?

Yo, ease up.

Don't let's get there first. Make Sharene go inside, and...

-you know, be looking around for me. -Oh, boy.

She is not checking for... What are you doing?

She ain't checking for you, Ray. She on Nick's jock.

-Party don't start till 9:00, so... -What time is it now?

Bro, I know you see the watch. Why you ask him?

-Come on-- -Oh, man, careful with that!

Oh, y'all real funny. Y'all got jokes. I wanna see... Where y'all watches?

-Oh, shit. -What's that?

Tell me they ain't coming to Sharene's party.

- I don't know, bro. What's going on? -

They probably just wildin' out.

["Microphone Fiend" by Eric B & Rakim playing]

-Yo, let's go Saturday. -Saturday it is.

Yo, is that Deondre coming for us?

Yo, Kane!

No, that's Al Morris. He cool.

Come on, man. We're going to the park. Let's move.

-I thought you wasn't hungry. -I'm hungry now.

Okay, I said, "Baby girl, you hungry?" You said, "No." -I know what I said, Korey. -"No."

-There you go, taking all my food. - Yo!

-Pollo! Let's go, we're going to the park! - Let's go!

Come on! Let's go, right now! Let's go!

-I thought you was hungry. -Come on!

-But I mean... I better look out there-- - No, Korey!

-No! Korey, for real? -I'll be a few minutes!

-No, Korey! -I'll be ten minutes. Stay. I promise.

-Ten minutes. - All right, let's go!

Five minutes, baby.

Hey, yo!

Yo, what do you think they're doing?

I don't know. Let's go ball.

Man, I'll see you. I've got a game waiting.

["Fight the Power" by Public Enemy playing]

Don't know about that. I got that new...

Hey! Yo, you seeing this?

Yo!

Hey, man, watch out!

- - Back off!

Ah, what have we got here?

What you gonna do?

Bunch of white dudes jumped me in the Bronx last week.

Man, stop playing yourself!

Get up!

- Payback's a bitch. -Go!

Police operator 414, which emergency?

- Police! Run! - ...about 30 or 40 male blacks

-Come on! - ...inside Central Park,

approximately at 100th Street and East Drive.

...by a group of seven male Hispanic youths.

- - It's a roving band.

...four or five male black teenagers

and possibly used some sort of weapon,

a bat or a stick of some sort.

Be advised, Central. The group is heading towards 107th Street.

Get up! Get up!

Central, the last assault, where did that take place?

That was at nine-six and the West Drive.

- Now heading north. - Heading north?

Coming right to us.

-Police! - It's the cops!

- - Stop there!

- Get down! - Stop!

Stop now! Stop right now! Right fucking now!

Go!

- Little animal, stop! -Stop it! I didn't do nothing!

-I swear I didn't do-- - Don't run!

Dispatch, 14-Charlie-7.

We got a 10-92 on West 42nd Street

just east of Broadway.

White male...

Morning.

-It's bad? -Yeah.

White female adult with severe injuries to the face and body.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, watch your step.

- Any press here yet? - Not yet.

-Still alive? -Yeah.

What the fuck was she doing here?

Uh...

Time of discovery?

1:30 a.m. Couple of beaners were out for a midnight stroll, called it in.

Could... Ah-ah! Could you... Let's make sure to get these drag marks.

He dragged her in.

Just like... right there.

Look, clear as day.

His footsteps.

Her body.

Fucking hell.

I gotta get this statement out. There are a few reporters out there.

The assault on the female jogger occurred in the North Park at approximately, um...

let's say between 10:00 to 11:00 p.m.

The jogger is believed to have been running on...

the East Drive when she was struck on the back of the head,

dragged into the brush, severely beaten, and raped.

Sheehan, who's here?

Did you pick up any gays or homeless or anything?

You know, maybe somebody saw something.

Rosario said it got pretty lively up there.

-Oh, yeah? -His unit collared a bunch of turds

up at the north end of the park, goofing off.

Okay, what is this?

"Willing"?

"Wheeling--" What is that?

Uh, it says "wiling out"?

What's "wilding"?

-I'm here for my son. - Okay.

Kevin Richardson?

He's 14, in the eighth grade.

Reynolds, Santanas.

Mr. Santana.

- Next. -Took you long enough.

We call you at 5:00 a.m. and you show up at 8:00?

I'm sorry. I gotta work. I was sleeping--

Sleep well with your kid running loose in the park?

No, my son never gave me no problems.

Except when he breaks the law? Give me that one on top.

-Come on, sir. What-- - Bring this to family court.

What's the law that he broke? Come on.

Unlawful assembly.

Next shift will process him out.

Wait, next shift? But I gotta get to work.

I gotta work.

Sir, I gotta--

-Detective Farrell. -Interview room with the kids.

- Ray can't leave? - I gotta go, man.

-I gotta go, I'm really late. - I understand. If he's under 16,

-legally your son has to have an adult-- - I know, but you know what?

I'm already late for work, okay? I don't know what else to do.

My mother's here. Maybe she can stay.

But, mira, the thing is that she don't even got no English.

- We have translators here... - I'll be fired if I don't go.