Cross

- Previously on Cross... - I lost my wife Maria

a little over a year ago.

We need you guys to take over

the Emir Goodspeed case.

Found dead in his car four days ago.

Emir had a full head of beautiful locks.

When they found him, they were shaved off.

Whoever murdered Emir had to change him

into someone else first. Why?

Yeah, I don't understand how a Black man can be a cop.

- Alex. Alex! - I would feel like I was

- selling out my own people. - Alex!

You need to deal with losing Maria.

- Hey, where did you get that? - Mom's closet.

You think Maria's killer snuck in your house,

put this in Maria's closet for Damon to find?

Tavi!

Tavio Lemmons was shot in retaliation for killing Emir.

The only way to spin this

is to find the real killer.

- Sugar, you need to see this. - Would you like to know

the last thing your wife said before she died?

Who is this?

We'll meet soon enough.

Don't move.

Alex. Alex!

I'm sorry, Daddy. I was thirsty.

Here.

You...

you t-take her back to bed, I'll...

I'll straighten up down here.

Hey. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry.

Hey.

It's okay, Daddy.

Oh, he has another one.

- I do not. I only did, like, two. - Ooh.

First Black mayor of D.C.

Marion Barry.

- Yeah. - Who?

Damon, Jannie. Come on, let's go.

Oh, oh, oh, Simba's mom.

- Uh... Nala. - Ooh.

- Sarabi. - Oh! Nice.

I thought you was gonna get shut out.

- Mm. - Mm-hmm.

- You want some of this? - Get on out of here.

- Bye, Uncle John. - Bye, Uncle John.

Hey.

Uh, uh, uh.

All right. Get out of here.

Hey, Jannie.

Let me talk to you about last night.

It was my fault.

I should've stayed in my room like I'm supposed to.

Baby girl, no.

No, not one bit of what happened last night was your fault.

All right? I-I was, I was...

uh, worried about grown-up stuff, I...

I had no business scaring you like that. You hear me?

Hm?

All right, now, y'all have a good day.

You make sure you have a good day, you hear?

Mm-hmm.

Seriously?

You put a gun on Jannie?

I know someone's been in my home.

All right? I hear a noise in the middle of the night,

it's on me to keep this family safe.

Safe?

Uh, you do a psych eval on someone who pulled what you pulled last night,

- you'd drive him to Saint Elizabeth yourself. - Hey, hold-hold up.

Hold on. Okay? Was it my proudest moment, John? No.

Do I deserve a straitjacket?

You know, I don't have time to list

all the ways that you're wrong right now,

'cause the morgue called.

They went through Tavio's shit.

- Didn't find a phone. - He had his phone on him

- when we caught him. - I sent some unis over there to search the scene.

He must have ditched it somewhere

between the apartment and where he got shot.

They turned the place upside down but didn't find anything.

All right, so Tavio was Emir's last phone call,

and now they're both dead.

That phone is our only decent lead.

Shannon? I'm Josh.

- You don't look like Josh. - Sorry,

I don't mean to throw you for a loop. Here's the thing:

I can't put my real photos on those apps

because the work that I do... the spotlight can be... harsh.

Yeah. Bullshit.

Ugh. Why do married men always do this?

I'm not married. My last girlfriend...

the pressure got really intense,

and it's just easier if I keep my private life

- private. - Bet that's bullshit, too.

Hey, you know, if you're gonna catfish people,

- you should get a better story. - No, hey,

w-wait, wait, wait. Uh, listen, I'm sorry.

I should have been honest. Okay?

I should have been.

Before you go, will you at least let me buy you breakfast?

You can ask me anything you want.

And if, after that, you never want to see me again,

I totally get it.

Look, you're already here.

What's it gonna hurt, right?

Fine, Josh.

- Good morning, Detectives. - Oh, shit.

You really got half the department looking for a phone?

Did you follow us here?

Oh, I didn't have to. See, you two need a half smoke

and a banana pudding to think straight.

She's speaking some truth there.

I know it's Tavio Lemmons' phone that you want.

No comment. Nice boots, though.

Oh. Yeah, well, the saleswoman said that the right color

fights seasonal depression, but she had me at "50% off."

You had no choice.

- Right? - Look, hotshot.

We're eating lunch. If you're not buying, then...

Wait, if it's Tavio's phone, that means you think

he is somehow connected to the Emir Goodspeed case.

No comment.

Which means you think Tavio killed Goodspeed?

Or maybe-maybe whoever killed Tavio killed Goodspeed as well.

- No comment. - It's just that I've seen the ballistics report,

and there's not a lot of thugs running around Southeast with sniper rifles.

Who the hell is giving you ballistics reports?

No comment.

We got to find a new spot.

Both this video

and the outrage around it have gone viral.

We've got protestors outside city hall day and night.

And this thing

is on the verge of becoming a George Floyd-level shitstorm.

Exactly what Anderson was hoping to avoid

- by putting you on the case. - Anderson put a brother

on the case for show, and everybody knows it.

Well, now everybody's on it.

All the colors of the goddamn rainbow.

Only now we have to put a pin in the Goodspeed case

and find out which crew shot Tavio.

It's the same case.

This isn't about drugs or beef.

Tavio was murdered because he knew something about Emir.

Now, if we just had his phone...

Enough with the phone.

That search you ordered fucked us

for manpower and community relations.

Well, if city hall wouldn't have swept

the Goodspeed right under the rug...

Not going there.

Hey, scroll the video back?

Tavio's into it with at least

three other crews we know about.

We should be out shaking them down.

How many of those crews you know got a sniper on retainer?

You think just 'cause something happens in a Black neighborhood,

it's gang-related?

If it walks like a thug and talks like a thug...

There. Let's see that again.

She took the phone.

- You don't say. - Whatever.

You two can follow up with phone girl.

Everybody else, shake the hood and see what falls out.

It's a voicemail from Emir.

And you brought that shit here?

These people killed Tavio, Ness.

I know. Okay, Mel? I just...

Tavie, baby.

Why don't you play with Mommy's tablet, okay?

Just take care of Tavie while I keep low.

I need to get this phone to someone

- who can get us justice. - Why you?

Who the fuck else?

Huh? People gonna see my baby daddy

and just see another Black gangbanger

gunned down in the street.

If I don't act like his life meant something,

who the fuck else will?

If you gonna go off caping, make sure you protect yourself.

Thank you.

Tavie, baby, I'm gonna need you to stay with Auntie Mel

for a little while, okay?

No. I want to stay with you.

You said I could ride the white horsey.

And you can.

You will. Okay? When I get back,

um, you can ride the horsey as many times

as you want. But for now,

I'm gonna need you to be a good boy for Auntie Mel, okay?

- I love you. - I love you, too.

I'll call you.

Bobby,

you told me it was handled.

It was, but Tavio's girlfriend grabbed his phone

while he's laying there, brains blown.

Now Cross is looking for her and telling people