01x02 - The Calling, Pt. 2

[bunniefuu]

[Driver] Yo, young man,
take a seat.

Okay, off the bus now!

[Man] Previously on Route 187.

Heard he got attacked on the bus.

He was assaulted
by a g*ng of th*gs.

[people shocked]

People call it 187.
It's dangerous.

-[Mason] T-Jay.
-It's the news reporter.

What news paper
you work for again?

The South Winslow Times.

[T-Jay] Word on the street is

black girls
been coming up missing.

[Woman] Yes, ma'am?

You have several calls
from your son's phone.

He said it's urgent.

Your son has
life-threatening injuries.

Oh, my God.
I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.

[anxious music]

Is that for my son?

Folks, please clear the area.

Dad's in cardiac arrest.

We sure f*cked up, bro.

Straight up.

Straight, straight, straight.

Man.

f*cked up, man.

Oh, sh*t, it's the police.
Run!

Come on!

Oh, sh*t. Come on. f*ck!

♪ When I was young It was rough ♪

♪ Didn't know how little I had ♪

♪ I walked the streets
of the city ♪

♪ Saw what happens
when a life goes bad ♪

♪ Every day my pop would say ♪

♪ Go away and don't look back ♪

♪ So I left to find my dream ♪

♪ But this is where
my heart is at ♪

♪ Yeah-ah-ah ♪

♪ In the city's rain
is where I see things ♪

♪ And the mess it makes ♪

♪ On the streets ♪

♪ No shield for me
I keep walking ♪

♪ Just like grass grows out
of the stone looks like me ♪

♪ It keeps growing
out of old concrete ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Looks like me Oh ♪

♪ Oh Lord,
I said it looks like me ♪

-♪ Looks like me ♪
-♪ Oh yeah

♪ I'm trying to see me ♪

♪ Hmm, mm, mm, In South Winslow ♪

sh*t.

We lost him.

n*gga, why did you run?

What you mean?
I saw the police.

He wasn't looking at you

till you stupid a*s
started running!

My bad, man, chill.

f*ck.

Come on, man.

[murmurs]

That was Terrell's bus driver.

Terrell's bus driver?

He went off the bus to help
Terrell when he was jumped.

Yeah, those damn th*gs
turned on him

when he was trying
to save Terrell's life.

Save his life?

I need to see...
I need to go see my son!

No, no, no!
No, let me go!

Get your hands off me!
I need to see my son!

[Lowe] He's in surgery.

I need to see,
I need to see my son!

Please, I need...

Please, clear this area out.
Please.

[Lowe] Lisa, he's in surgery.

Oh, my... Please!
Oh, God, no!

-He's in surgery.
-Oh, God!

[sobbing]
My baby.

Oh, sh*t, come on.

Just keep walking,
just keep walking.

Come on, come on, come on.

Man.

Heyo, good looking
on the food, Ro.

It's all good.
You know how we do.

Man, now I got you back
when I got the cash.

Hey, real talk.

You know, if you come
hang with me,

you'll have some cash.

Yeah, I hear you.
It's just...

I don't know.
I should get going, though.

[Roshawn] Yo, yo.

[William] What's up?

n*gga.

Don't take the bus tomorrow.

Oh, yeah. Okay.

[big sigh]

[Bea] Who that coming in my door?

It's me.

[Bea] Lock my door!

-[Kevin] William!
-Hey, little man.

Come here.

-You hungry?
-Yeah.

Yeah, I got you
and Pop-Pop something to eat.

There you go.

You want some of this?

Look, you eat first, all right?

You know, if your stomach is full

and something left over,
then save some for me.

You ain't eat?
I'll save you some.

n*gga, eat.
Is Pop-Pop awake?

[Kevin] Yeah.

[William] Yo, Pop-Pop?

[knocking on door]

[knocking on door]
Pop-Pop.

What you sitting
in the dark for, man?

I got you something to eat.

What is that smell?

Use the bathroom?

I got you.

Gotta get you cleaned up.

I got you Pop-Pop.

[moaning]

[indistinct arguing]

What's that?

[indistinct arguing]

I'm sure it's my son.

Arguing with this new girl
he's seeing.

Who, Mick?

Yeah, Mick.

What about your other son?

[Finley] What about him?

[Amelia] Well, you never
really talk about him.

Jake?

Dances to the beat
of his own drum.

I saw your wife today.

Where?

[Amelia] At school.

Yeah, just for the record,
she's my soon-to-be ex-wife.

Yeah, she doesn't know me.

Okay, good.

Let's keep it that way.

Like, don't go join
her class or nothing.

Ah, please.

Although, I did hear that she is

an excellent
criminal justice professor.

I'm sure she is.

Kathy takes her job serious.

She takes everything serious.

That's her problem.

Yeah. So why didn't you guys
work out?

Amelia...

Okay.
I gotta go.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go see what the hell
is up with those two down there.

It's not about you hanging out
with your friends, Mick.

No, it's about you
being so f*cking insecure

-all the f*cking time.
-Don't curse at me.

Mick, don't talk to her
like that.

What the hell are you two
arguing about?

f*ck if I know!

[Aubrey] I'm sorry,
Mr. McGregor.

[Finley] What's the problem?

I think I'm gonna go.

Mick, walk Aubrey to her car.

Your dad has to tell you?

[Mick] Look,
are you coming or not?

[cellphone ringing]

You know, I was almost impressed

I made it almost an entire day.

Yeah.

What is it?

Okay, on my way.

[Mick] Don't leave... Aubrey!
f*ck, dude!

Mick!

Hey.

It's not good for you
and that girl

to be arguing all the time.

She gets on my nerves, Dad.

[Finley] Well, end it.

She's too high-strung
for you anyway.

-[Mick] I know. I know.
-You need someone laidback.

All that arguing, it's not good.

For anyone, okay?

I see this sh*t every day.

Those arguments lead
to physical fights,

and with your temper,
it's not good.

[Mick] I hear you.
I thought you were off today.

I got called in.

[Mick] sh*t, another m*rder?

[Finley] Yeah.

[Mick] South Winslow?

Yeah, where else?

Some incident on a city bus.

[Mick] Life of a detective.

Hey, have you seen your brother?

Jake? Who knows?

He gets weirder by the day, Dad.

Stop it.
Just tell him to call me.

Okay.

So your lady, she looks
like she's my age.

Mick.

I saw her trying to rush out,
take the walk of shame.

Mick, you talk too much.

Why you get to talk to me
about my woman,

-but I can't mention yours?
-Goodnight, Mick.

Good night, Dad.

Hey, Ms. Brown.

Mr. Reporter.

Seems like this place is full
of activity this evening.

[Brown] Yeah, it's been busy.

-Tell me.
-You see him?

[Brown] Just follow him.

He's a homicide detective.

Thank you, doctor,

for all you did
to try to save my husband.

[Doctor] I am so sorry
for your loss.

Thank you.

Mrs. Crawford?

Yes.

[Finley] Hi, I'm Detective
Finley McGregor.

Yes?

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I was hoping
to have a word with you.

[Theresa] Not now, detective.

I need to break the news
of his passing to my family.

Okay.

[sobbing]

I need you to be strong.

Paul, he didn't make it.

[Betty breaks down]

Earl, please take Betty outside.

I'm sorry,
I don't have much time.

I need to drive up north
and pick up my daughter.

Um, no one, no one
is to call Kennedy.

I will be the one to tell her
about her father's death.

Is that clear?

[group] Yes.

[Theresa] Now, I know this is
hard on everyone here,

but I need your help right now.

Carl, you should go sit
with your mother.

No one should tell Ms. Patty
over the phone

that her son is gone.

And take Betty with you
when she gets herself together.

You need to be strong
for Ms. Patty.

It's gonna break her heart.

Paul Jr... Baby.

Fiona, just go sit with him.

Boy loves his daddy.

I understand this was
a random act of violence

by some th*gs.

Carolyn, I need you to be

the spokesperson for this family.

Okay.

There are cops gathering outside.

Just talk to them for me,

and I suspect maybe
even the media

if news of this gets out.

And, Carolyn, can you call WTA.

I'll text you the number.

Let his supervisor, um,
Albert Riley, know

that Paul passed.

Yes, ma'am.

Daddy, can you please
take over down there?

I need to go pick up Kennedy,

and I need to go see
about Paul Jr.

Um. Um.

Call Terry at the funeral home.

And make arrangements
for them to come...

For them to come
pick up my husband.

Okay. Of course.
Are you okay, There's...

Move, Daddy, move. Just...

Just do that for me, please,
okay? I'm okay.

-Carolyn.
-[Caroyln] Yes, Theresa.

Call Pastor.

-Carolyn.
-Yes. Who are you?

I'm Mason James.
South Winslow Times.

I'm, I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Got you cleaned up, Pop-Pop.
Looking good.

I even put some new linens
on the bed.

Come on, it's time to eat.

Come on. Open.

William.

-[William] What's wrong?
-Momma at the door.

f*ck! Ain't let her in,
did you?

No, but she's climbing
through the window.

All right, Kevin,
finish feeding Pop.

-What, Momma?
-Hey, baby.

[William] What you want?

Why you look like that?

Look like what?

Like you ain't happy
to see me, n*gga.

Where's little Kevin?

He don't need
to see you like this, Mom.

-It upsets him. No.
-[Reesie] Tell him to come here.

[Reesie] I wanna talk to him.

[William] Look, don't come
around here

all f*cked up like that.

Listen, do you wanna see
little Kevin?

You gotta get your sh*t together.

Don't you disrespect me!

Goodbye, Mom.

You got a few dollars?
I can buy some food.

I don't have no money, Momma!

[Reesie] Come on, man.

I don't feel like going
on that corner tonight.

Just get out of here, Momma,
please.

Please!

Us black girls coming up missing.

I can't help you.

You ungrateful m*therf*cker!

You break my f*cking heart, man.

Kevin, go in your room.

Ms. Mims.

Yes?

[Lowe] I better
be getting these guys home.

Oh, of course, of course.
Thank y'all for coming.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Let me know if you need anything.

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-[Lowe] Yeah, yeah.

[sighs]

Be safe.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Thank y'all.

-[Mason] Uh, Ms. Mims.
-Yes?

Mason James.
South Winslow Times.

I don't know anything.

[Mason] How is your son?

He's in a coma.

[Devon] I don't care!
They jumped my brother, man!

Yeah, go get Mack
and come swoop me.

[Lisa] Who are you talking to?

-Momma Sims.
-[Lisa] Who are you talking to?

-My friend. Nothing.
-What are you doing?

You thinking
about getting revenge?

I ain't no b*tch, Momma Mims.

You ain't no b*tch?

I'm sick of you thuggish n*gg*s!

Why are you hitting me?

'Cause this foolishness
got your brother in there,

fighting for his life!
Take your butt home!

[screams and breaks down]
[Mason] Okay.

-Okay.
-[Lisa] Oh, God!

My baby!

[somber music]

Oh, my God!

To all my drivers,

tonight, we officially retire
the numbers L1064.

They will forever belong
to Paul Crawford.

Our fallen comrade.

Rest in peace, old friend.

[groans]

[pained grunts and deep breaths]

[Man] That's not for sure,
guaranteed.

Gentlemen, we have a visitor.

Tape from the bus.

It's about time, Captain.

-A disk?
-It's an old bus.

We got a drive here somewhere.

[Garcia] Any word
on the kid that was assaulted?

No, he's still in a coma
over at County General.

[fighting and screaming
on recording]

Say hello to our three bad guys.

Coach Lowe.

Yes, sir.

Mason James,
South Winslow Times. Hey.

Oh, how can I help you,
Mr. James?

I, I wanted to talk to you

about how you and your guys
are doing,

considering Terrell Coleman's
fighting for his life

at County Hospital.

I, uh, [sighs] think
we're all still in shock.

We have a playoff game tonight

and Terrell is
my starting point guard.

Will you and your guys
play tonight?

Yeah. We will.

We're dedicating this game
to, uh...

To Terrell.

I'm sorry, Mr. James.
Can we, uh...

-[James] Yeah, I'm sorry.
-[Lowe] Yeah.

Hey, Lisa.

[Lisa] Roland.

How is he?

I been here all night.

He hasn't opened his eyes once.

My boy's a fighter.
He got this.

You got this.

How are you?

I'm, I'm scared.

We gotta be positive.

I tried to call you
several times.

[Roland] I'm sorry.

I'm driving
for a new trucking company.

I was up north making a run.

Devon reached me last night.

I caught a flight out
this morning.

Did he tell you he's trying
to seek some kind of revenge?

[Roland] His momma told me.

That boy ain't gonna do nothing.

He's just traumatized
like the rest of us, Lisa.

Tell him to come in here.

[Roland] His momma's here.

That's fine.

-Hey, Lisa.
-[Lisa] Hey.

You need anything?

No.
Thanks for coming.

[hip-hop music]

♪ Lights off Hammer's off ♪

♪ Make a buck No more acting ♪

♪ Grab a g*n Now take a breath ♪

♪ I ain't have this fan ♪

♪ They shed the light
on my insanity ♪

♪ I need back my clarity ♪

♪ Psychos have enabled me ♪

♪ They get through life
so casually ♪

♪ They minimize the casualties
Like we're so mundane ♪

♪ Yeah keeps away my pain
But they talking sh*t ♪

[players cheering]

[Lowe] Hey, fellas, fellas,
bring it in.

Hey, listen, uh...

[cellphone ringing]

Hello?

What?

Oh, Roland, no.

How am I gonna tell my baby?

Tell me what?

Who is that?

Hello?

Daddy?

No!

[sobbing]

Yeah, come take a look
at this sh*t.

What, n*gga?

Police are looking
for these three men

in connection with what is now
a double m*rder.

Police are asking that you
call the number on the screen

if you have any information
about this terrible crime.

In South Winslow, I'm JT Hayward.

[News Reporter] Thanks, JT.
The three suspects

that are still at large...

No, that's that n*gga Roshawn.

[News Reporter] It all started
with a fight on bus route 87.

In other news...

I'ma get that little n*gga.

William.

You on TV.

-What?
-[Kevin] Your picture.

You, Roshawn, and Darrell.

It says y'all k*lled
two people on a bus.

Listen, Kevin.

I didn't k*ll nobody.

You believe me?

Come here, give me a hug.

William.

Don't get caught, man.

I need you.

[melancholic piano music]

[Mason] Once upon a time
in South Winslow,

the city of faith,

as it's been called
for the past 100 years,

symbolized by a beautiful
purple flower

we know as the Iris, yes,
in that city,

a man and a teenage boy
are dead tonight.

It is a cruel irony that
the men's lives came to an end

on a bus route we Winslow
residents call Route 187.

Today, that bus tragically
lived up to its nickname.

Paul and Terrell,
their beautiful lights

snuffed out by an endless
epidemic of violence

that few can understand
and far fewer can stomach.

There will no doubt be
candlelight vigils,

dedications, crowded funerals,

where city leaders will
pontificate on a microphone

about how senseless the loss.

Sadly, it will end there.

Unless, unless some of us
stand up and fight

for this beloved city.

This was to be the last edition
of the South Winslow Times.

This newspaper
was to be another casualty

of endless city budget cuts

by bureaucrats
who have lost their way.

Today, I decided,
not on my watch.

A free press is the backbone
of any free society.

I will continue to write,

searching for the story
behind the story.

I will write for Terrell,

a young man who, today,
became a victim

of the social ills
plaguing urban America.

I will continue to write
for him and for Paul.

[driver] You know,
you missed that bus.

You need a ride?

I'm good, thank you.

[Driver] Damn, baby, I don't bite

unless you want me to.

Where you going?
Talk to me, baby.

[dramatic stinger]

I'm sorry, what'd you say?

[music]

[music]