Solomon

It's gonna be okay, Daddy.

It's gonna be okay.

The recent death toll of Black teens killed

continues to rise

as Detroit mourns yet another

in a string of seemingly senseless...

They were signing a promissory note

to which every American was to fall heir.

This note was a promise that all men,

yes, Black men as well as white men,

would be guaranteed the unalienable right

to life, liberty,

and the pursuit of happiness.

Now is the time

to make real the promises of democracy.

Now is the time

to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation

to the sunlit path of racial justice.

Now is the time

to make real the promises of democracy.

Now is the time

to rise from the dark and desolate valley

of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.

Dominick! Good to see you.

Another morning jog, my love?

- I adore a man in shape. - Yeah, what gave it away, Eva?

Spandex.

You have such nice little kutas.

Come, sit!

I'll bring your usual.

Be right back, love.

Your favorite,

scrambled eggs and bacon.

Dominick,

let me find you a nice, wholesome girl.

I have a niece.

Ooh...

she's...

she's cute, she's cute.

I'm already seeing someone.

Well, why don't you bring her?

Well, she...

she lives in, uh, Royal Oak.

She barely makes it to the city, so...

Well, you bring her in to meet the real love of your life, hm?

Peter?

Jesus, it's about time!

Hey, Dom.

Things got a little outta control over here,

but I'll get right to it.

Clarissa isn't happy.

Well, what did she say?

Another book!

- Dom! - Shut up, Peter.

Look, man, two years is a long time

to only have produced a few pages

and a laundry list of broken promises.

Look, how long do you expect her to wait?

As long as it takes!

You make her wait, that's your fucking job!

Asshole.

I'm out front, where are you?

Okay.

Carla.

Carla!

Girl, you scared the hell outta me!

I'm sorry!

Here, scoot over.

You eat today?

I had a snack.

A snack?

Ain't like I got a lot of options.

You need to go to the shelter.

I'm fine right here.

Here.

I ain't takin' your money, Renata, you know this.

You should.

It ain't mine to take!

It's mine to give away! Here.

You know, the house Odell was squattin' in

caught fire last night.

That's the sixth one this month.

Hm.

I've seen my share.

Almost died in a house fire once.

- Who, you? - Mm-hmm.

I was a dumb broad

playin' hide-and-seek with some friends.

I hid in an old abandoned car

parked in a nearby garage about

a block from where we lived?

It was a great hidin' spot, to be honest.

But what I didn't know,

junkies were gettin' their fix,

they lit a mattress on fire,

burnt the whole place down.

How did you get out?

My friend Michelle.

She was the only one who knew where I was.

I told her I was gonna hide,

and told her not to tell the other girls.

When she saw the smoke,

she ran straight down to tell my father,

and he warned me to stay away from the car and the house,

but naturally I didn't listen.

- Hm. - Ugh.

When he found me, my sweat drenched

this beautiful peach-colored dress

that my grandparents got me for Christmas.

He shoulda beat the shit outta you,

beat your ass!

I woulda!

Oh, my gosh.

He didn't have to.

He couldn't even look at me.

You know how a father looks at his daughter like...

she's his everything?

Yeah, he never quite looked at me like that ever again,

to be honest.

And it was all over a game of hide-and-seek?

Nah.

Ah, there's my ride.

You take care of yourself, Carla.

- Don't I always? - Hm.

Go to the shelter.

You gonna give me a bag of these raggedy-ass peanuts?

Girl, bye.

Dominick Darga?

We know each other?

We should,

after a 30-page dissertation on your analysis

and theories on death.

You're something like a mentor to me.

They call you Dr. Death.

Who does?

Us, you know, your followers?

Interesting.

Subpoena?

No.

Then what brings you to the court?

At 8:30 PM yesterday evening on Detroit's West Side,

another shooting involving the Southfield police

has occurred, killing two

unarmed African American teens.

Another, if you don't mind, Sam.

You sure?

Always.

What can I get you guys?

Two Manhattans, please.

Witnesses say that the two men were unarmed

but did not comply with the officer's demands

as he ordered them out of the car.

Shoulda just got outta the car.

Excuse me, what was that?

Nothin', man.

Just thinkin' out loud.

Well, repeat yourself, please.

I'd love to hear your viewpoint on oppression of our people.

You seem so insightful.

All I said was

they shoulda just got outta the car.

What for?

Because an officer asked him to.

What for?

I don't know.

I wasn't there.

But if an officer asked me to get outta the car,

I would get outta the car.

Do you also think he would have pulled a gun on you?

Babe, that's enough.

No, no, no, babe.

Let him finish.

I just wanna understand how he thinks

the law's supposed to work.

I don't know.

I wasn't there.

Well, let me tell you.

He wouldn't have pulled it on you.

You're not a threat.

You don't look harmful.

He doesn't look at you and see someone

who could potentially be a risk

all because you decided to stay

out the damn sun a little longer.

So the next time you get pulled over,

ask yourself how harmful you think you look.

Thanks.

And why do you keep her around?

Hold on, baby.

The fuck you say?

Nothin', man.

Say it again.

- Stop it! - Knock it off!

Hey! Get off him!

Call the police!

Get off him!

James!

Get off him! Get off!

Call the police!

Uh, traffic violation.