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Hey, tell Marie I'm on my way. I'm headed to the hospital now.

And tell her I love her.

And everything's gonna be okay.

Hey, call me when you get this and let me know what's going on.

- Marie? - Nah, it's DiAngelo.

- You talk to her yet? - I can't get through to her.

Her cousin Teresa isn't picking up either.

She's gonna pull through, man. The baby, too.

Yeah. They will.

Hey, look, I gotta go, I gotta try her again.

I'll catch up with you later.

Yeah, I'll catch you later, man. Call me back when you hear some...

You okay, Pete?

What happened?

He came out of nowhere.

DiAngelo.

What condition's he in? Male, female, what?

I don't know.

What the fuck you do, Jablonski?

Who's over there, Di?

Stay on the fucking road.

Put it in the trunk.

Di.

You talk to your wife yet?

How's she doing?

What the fuck are you talking about?

No one saw you, right?

Yo, Di!

This is what's gonna happen.

You're gonna leave right now. Go.

- Di, what the fuck? - Shut up!

- No, we got to call it in. - He's dead.

There's nothing you can do for him.

Did you go over there?

Did you see what's in that ditch?

They're gonna crucify you for this.

Every one of us is gonna pay for this. You understand what I'm saying, right?

No one's gonna find him here, okay?

No one's gotta know.

Hey. Hey.

I said I got this.

Get to the hospital. Go be with your wife.

Drive away.

Get it out of the road.

Where do you want me to put it?

- Yeah. - What are you doing to her?

Oh, Pete.

It's okay. Don't look so worried. It's just a little spotting.

Did you see Teresa? She was... She just walked out.

Dr. Taranaweh ran an ultrasound. I can pull it up for you if you want.

No, why don't you get the fucking doctor?

Yeah. Sure.

Seriously, Petey?

That was rude.

No, you said you were bleeding.

It stopped.

Okay?

- You... - It's fine. I promise.

Hey, come here. Come here.

We're past the five month mark, Pete.

I have a good feeling, you know?

Yeah, I know. No, it's just...

- You just scared me there. - I know. I know.

What happened?

It was nothing. No, we just...

- We were working. - Doc will be here in a minute.

It'll turn itself off.

Babe.

There he is.

Little Poke.

- Don't lose anymore, all right? -

Those things are expensive. Last pair. All right.

Excuse me.

- You waiting for somebody? - Yeah, my brother.

He's supposed to be here.

What grade is he in?

Sixth.

No, sixth graders, they left already, so that means he left too.

- Is there somebody you want to call? - Yeah, I just did. My mom.

Maybe your brother walked home?

He didn't.

He takes his bike to school.

What your brother would be doing down here is beyond me.

He's not here. He's at the park.

Do you see him?

All right!

Where else do you think he could be?

I don't know.

Ryan!

What the fuck?

Little shit.

- - Fuck off.

I, uh...

kind of sat on this. Sorry.

It's okay.

What is that?

It's a seagull.

My son Brenton made it.

Wow. It's cool.

Put on your seat belts. If we hurry up, we can get you home

before it really starts kicking up.

Ready for another?

Yeah.

- I got tied up on the turnpike. So sorry. - All rise.

Superior court of Hudson County, state of New Jersey, is now in session,

Honorable Richard Blatt presiding.

Please sit.

Um...

Your Honor, the State presents complaint number...

Uh, it's... Got it. Uh, it's...

complaint number 5977.

This is the defendant's third shoplifting charge.

Ms. Lufts stole $200 in cat food.

You've got the wrong defendant.

That's not the complaint number I'm looking at, Counselor.

Um...

Get your paperwork in order before you walk into my courtroom.

- Your Honor, I have it right here. It... - Next.

Our county is the gold standard in law enforcement.

Working hand in hand with its citizens.

The police violence we're witnessing

in black and brown communities throughout America

has no place in New Jersey.

As prosecutor, good police and community relations

have been a priority in my administration.

Mr. Connelly, when are you announcing your run for governor?

Darius!

Darius!

He was a little off-beat though.

- Gotta tell you. - No.

I saw Brother Jerrel and you saw Brother Jerrel too.

And who he was looking at.

- - Oh, you are crazy!

'Saiah, you know that woman is married.

I know, I'm just saying she looked good after she lost all that weight.

Brenton? Baby, you home?

Brenton! Your mama's calling you, boy!

He should be here by now. Or did he forget about tonight too?

No, Uncle Seth's coming home, and that's all he could talk about.

He is so excited. He's got a surprise for the both of you.

What? That he forgot his uncle's homecoming?

Aw, come on, he's either in the yard or upstairs in his room. I'll check.

I see he's been messing with my TV again.

I can't turn it on if he's done playing with his damn video games.

Well, maybe you should leave it off seeing as you got a whole house to paint.

You have one new message.

Brenton!

Yeah, we're looking for the parents of Brenton Butler.

Could you call the South District police station when you get the message?

It concerns your son.

I heard the callout.

Found him with a BMX bike that's pretty banged up.

Got any ID on the kid?

Brenton Butler. Black male, 15 years old.

Notified the parents. He's at the ER at Jersey City Medical Center in surgery.

Anyone have a conversation with the parents?

Wanted to wait for you.

- He's alive? - Yeah.

He's probably fucking brain dead. It's like the Red Sea down there.

- Hey. I'm sorry, brother. Um... - You gotta wait.

I'm sorry. It's my son. He's been in a car accident.

You got to wait in line.

We're sorry, we don't know what's going on with our son. Please?

- Thank you, thank you, thank you. - His name is Brenton. Brenton Butler.

There's no "r." It's "Benton."

Gave me the wrong spelling. I'll need you to fill this out.