Cross

Coming out of the two-minute warning,

a little heated on the sideline.

And for good reason. They don't make this stop,

there's no hope in the second half.

Fourth and one at the line of scrimmage, four wide out.

I think they're going for another touchdown.

Quarterback drops back, lobs it into the end zone...

He's got it!

-Yes! Yes! -

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

I told you. I...

-Mwah. Gimme some. - Uh, now you...

-You see that, John? -Yeah.

The fire doesn't have to go out once you get married.

That's just a show they do.

They barely even talk when people ain't around.

I'm not gonna argue with that.

-Mm... -That's nasty. -Oh...

-We're gonna powder our noses. - Yes.

-Yes, we will. - Mm-hmm.

You seriously need to tone it down when Onika's here.

Hey, doesn't matter what I do.

It's what you're not doing that's buying you all...

Stay down. Stay down.

Get down. Get down.

No, no, no. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Stay back here. Stay back here.

No, no, no.

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, Maria.

It's me. It's-it's me. It's okay. It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

Hey, hey, hey. It's me. I'm here.

I'm here, sweetie. Sweetie, I am here.

Look at me.

Look...

Maria...

No.

Please don't go.

- All night long. - You sure? You do look like shit.

I'll be heading home in about 30 minutes.

You know you're looking at life in prison, right?

- For what? - Killing your pregnant wife.

You just don't get it.

All right, help me understand.

Your wife's dead, the unborn child murdered.

Murdered?

Some would call that a late-term abortion.

She was carrying a bastardized crime

against humanity.

Bastardized, huh? That what you call it?

That's why you killed your wife?

I never said I killed her. I'm just not sad about it.

Is there a doctor on the way?

I requested medical attention.

You don't need no doctor, man.

You're not hurt. Nobody touched you.

No, not hurt. Sick.

I got a terrible case of life's fitful fever.

Either way, you're running out of time.

'Cause once the request is made, you have three hours

to take me to a doctor, or bring one to me.

That is in your manual, Akbar.

Did you, uh, read your manual?

Do you even know how to read?

You should probably watch your mouth.

Does your boy know how to read?

Fuck it. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Who you calling "boy"?!

-Get the fuck off me, man! -

Are you stupid?

-You heard what he said to me, right? -Doesn't matter.

You cannot lay hands on him.

Without a confession, we don't have shit.

-Then we don't have shit. -He's right, Massey.

We've been going at this guy for hours.

-He's never gonna give it up. - He already did.

You just didn't hear it.

He's all yours.

-Hello, Richard. -You the doctor?

Uh, technically, yes.

PhD. Psychology.

Do you know what they call a Black man with a PhD?

I know what you can call me.

Detective Alex Cross.

Okay. Let's see how long you last.

You ever hear the phrase "free chicken"?

It's a military term about an objective you can take

without having to work for it.

Like you.

Go ask the last monkey who was in here

about your free chicken.

You think you're smarter than Detective Akbar, don't you?

Check the tapes.

You think you're smarter than me.

Well, that goes without saying.

It's just, uh, it's a matter of genetics.

Oh, right. Genetics.

Same reason my dick is bigger than yours.

-What did he just say? - What did you say?

My penis is larger than yours.

Goes without saying, right?

Get your dick out of my fuckin' face.

You see how easy that was?

I see your kind in here, like, four, five--

My kind?

Yeah. Racist asshole thinks he's the smartest guy in the room.

I use some variation of "my dick's bigger than yours"

to get in your head. It works every time.

Free chicken.

I didn't fall for anything.

No? You sure?

Your eyes tightened. Your neck's flushed.

Even now you're gritting your teeth.

Those are all tells.

Any nigga with a PhD in psychology would know that.

Oh, you thought you were special.

You're not in my head, boy,

and you're not getting a confession.

Oh, I'm definitely living rent-free.

And you already confessed.

I'm just amusing myself right now.

I didn't say anything.

Yeah, you did.

"Life's fitful fever."

Yeah, I caught that.

It's Macbeth, right?

The affliction caused by the burden of guilt.

You said that's what's making you sick.

That's a confession, on tape.

Free chicken.

Well, good luck getting a conviction with that.

I already checked with the D.A. She's ready to file. And, hey,

this is D.C., slim.

You might not even see your arraignment.

Not without protective custody.

Oh, um, did you want to talk about PC?

Like...

Holy shit.

Justice for Emir, justice for Emir...

Justice for Emir!

Chief Anderson, what's the status of the Emir Goodspeed case?

He was murdered. Bitch, do your goddamn job.

Get me Lieutenant Massey.

Hey, Massey wants to see you guys.

We heard.

Did you hear Anderson's with her?

Didn't think so. Oh, and Cross,

your secret admirer strikes again.

Mmm!

We need you guys to take over the Emir Goodspeed case.

Found dead in his car four days ago.

Apparent overdose, but we need to check the boxes

from top to bottom on this one.

Are you giving me a new case?

Yeah, I heard about you requesting leave.

That's going to have to wait.

Goodspeed was leading the "defund the police" charge,

and now folks are talking he was targeted,

maybe even by cops.

It's total conspiracy bullshit,

but of course it's getting traction.