"Previously, on "Rebel"..." "The doctor told you about all that drinking." "The more you drink, the more confused you get." "Come on." "Chee, this is so you." "You think you can just become a PI." "You're an ungrateful bitch sometimes." "Y'all must be crazy, if you think you're gonna pimp out my brother's records after he's dead." "That's not why we're here." "I think we can force the city to settle." "A large settlement figure sends a very public message that this shooting was unjustified." "There is no fire next time." "We should be on fire right now." "And you say "Make America Great Again"?" "The greatness are the shoulders that you're standing on, but you refuse to give name to." "The greatness are the backs that you do not want to thank." "The greatness simply needs to be acknowledged." "You say "Make America Great Again."" "I say let's make her justice, make her equality, and we all say let's make her apologize." "Come on, Chee, I know you got my text." "Thank you." "My name is Nikki Skies." "We're gonna take a brief break and then come back with tonight's poets, all right?" "Let's see what you're gon' do behind that." "Oh, I'm just spectating' tonight." "Yeah?" "It's probably a good thing." "What?" "You tryin' to throw shade?" "No, I'm just sayin'." "I may have a case for you." "So, my nephew, Marshall Jr., he was killed in those Mini Mart robberies last week near MacArthur Station." "The store owner shot him, after he walked in with a gun, and I just need to know why he did it." "Was it money?" "Was it drugs?" "Some gang he got into?" "I'm so sorry, Nikki." "Of course, I'll look into it." "I just need access to all your nephew's things." "Thanks, Rebel." "One more thing." "I don't know what the hell is goin' on with you, but you need to write about it." "We're artists." "We bleed on the page." "How are we doing here, Jackie?" "Oh, we're fine." "He's stable and ready to roll." "We'll take him from here." "Don't you hurt him, while you're down there." "You're the best." "You know that?" "Uh-huh." "Every time you start off with that, it ends up with, "do me a favor."" "Fair enough, but we're really slammed tonight." "Can you give me 15 more minutes?" "That's what you said two hours ago, when my shift actually ended." "Sorry, Doc, I'ma take my tired behind home." "I sure do miss you in them jeans, woman." "Mmm, I miss you, too, baby." "Mmmm..." "Come on." "All right." "Mmmmm..." "Like old times, right?" "Yes." "Oh, my God, we used to raise hell back then." "And we're about to get it crackin' up in here." "Oooh, you'd better keep talkin' to me." "Um..." "I've gotta tell you something, though." "Well, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold your thought, hold your thought." "I got a little surprise for you." "Okay." "I got that yak on ice." "I got that pink muscatel you always liked." "I don't want any alcohol." "Well, how are we gonna celebrate?" "We don't need to have a drink to celebrate." "It damn sure ain't gon' hurt." "Go ahead and pour yourself a drink." "But if you do, you're gon' miss out... on all of this..." "Damn this drink." "Damn that drink." "'Cause I see what I want right here." "Oh, Lord have mercy..." "Ohhh..." "You got your baby right here now." "What is this?" "It's an I'm sorry, a mistake, friend gift." "Girl, please, you're not gettin' away with just a gift." "Use your words." "I'm sorry I... was disrespecting you?" "And...?" "And I'm sorry I took you for granted." "Thank you." "Anything you wanna apologize for?" "No, not really." "I'm just playin'." "I said some things I shouldn't have, and you're right." "I wasn't respecting how much training you have because you do it effortlessly." "Yeah, about that." "Um..." "I probably shouldn't have went to that party without you." " Somebody roofied my drink." " What?" " Are you okay?" "Did they..." " No." "Thank God." "I woke up here... with this... written on my chest." "Holy shit." "Have you told anyone else?" "No, and this stays between us." "God forbid TJ finds out, he'll scorch the Earth trying to find the bastards responsible." "Well, I'm just..." "I'm glad you're okay." " Hey." " Hey." "Oh." "Hey, Cheena." "How've you been?" "Uh... a little behind at the moment, but okay." "Mack came by to drop off some files for the Marshall Kent case." "Oh, yeah, that explains everything." "The case was a textbook 2-11." "The kid tried to rob a store." "The store owner killed him in self defense." "Yeah, but why did Marshall go in there with a gun in the first place?" "He never had a history of violence or crime." "Money." "Why else?" "Look, Williams investigated, case is closed, but... if you wanna have a look," "I've got the case file, security footage." "The techies still have his phone." "I'm not down with the po-po, but that, right there, looks like armed robbery." "Then he dropped the gun and he charged him?" "The store owner had a gun pointed right at him." "Maybe he thought the gun was fake or something." "A fully-loaded .357." "There's no reason for him to think that gun was fake." "We need to do some serious digging into Marshall Kent." "Mr. Kent, did Marshall have any friends?" "Hobbies?" "Not that I know of." "But what difference does it make?" "He robbed a store." "It doesn't matter why." "He died a sinner." "And despite what his aunt thinks, finding out why isn't gonna..." "Isn't gonna bring him back." "What'd I tell you about that, boy?" "You don't cry like little girls around here." "Weird, but no weirder than you and old boy working up a case together now." "Chee, I need police resources." "Right, and Mack's your only friend in the department." "I'm just trying to figure out what you guys are..." "Friends, partners?" "Honestly, I haven't thought much about it." "I mean, I'm just taking it a day at a time." "What are we looking for here anyway?" "Anything to tell us about Marshall's behavior." "What about drugs?" "PCP makes you feel invincible, and ivory wave will make you eat your mama for dinner." "Okay, toxicology came back negative, but thank you for that lovely image." "You're so very welcome." "I just cracked his password." "Once I check his internet history, we'll know everything we need to know about Marshall." "Oh, check it out, Reb." "Lots of porn sites." "Male porn." "The way his dad talked to his other son," "I can guarantee you he didn't know Marshall was gay." "Yeah, and there's a ton of emails, too, and from some dude named Jackson." "That must be the best bud." "Hold on, there's an unsent email still in his drafts folder." ""Dear Dad, I never wanted to disappoint you, but I can't take it anymore." "This is the only way I know to make it stop." "I tried to live my life their way, but it didn't work." "Please don't hate me for what I had to do." "...Marshall."" "Marshall didn't go in there to rob that store." "He went in there to force the owner to kill him." "My mimosa's missin' the damn "mosa."" "I told you I don't drink anymore." "Yeah, I thought you were saying you just didn't wanna drink last night." "Rene, I've been sober for 18 months." "But you know what?" "I am still the same old Jackie." "I still like to dip and get my swerve on." "Hey, you ain't never lied about that one." "Mmmm-hmmmm..." "But you know when I drank, I was not a good person." "I'd do selfish stuff, and blame it on the alcohol, when it was really me." " Hm." " Mm-hm." "All right, you just keep on dipping'." "I'll tell you what." "You are my lady... and I'm going to support you by not drinkin', myself." "Baby, it takes time to get where I'm at." "This wasn't an easy feat." "I know I can stop any time I want." "But, look, I don't drink because I have to." "I drink because I want to." "Mmm-hm, and it just so happens you want to every day." "I'm a grown-ass man." "If I tell you I'ma do something," "I'ma do it." "Mmm, that's right, daddy, do it." "I'll do a little somethin' else." "Ooooh..." "Yeah, you'd better come on." "In bed." "Come on." "Breakfast is served." "Mm-hm!" "You want some bacon with them eggs?" "Hello, Jackie." "Daddy didn't tell me you were back in town." "Damn, Becca, why didn't you knock?" "I did." "But you two were too busy humping one another to hear." "Hey, sweetie." "Can I get you some breakfast?" "I guess." "Oh, your hair's cute..." "Okay." "Did you get my messages?" "Yeah, Miss Dudley said that they're, uh, movin' up the lawsuit deposition to tomorrow." "Yeah, she says she's bringing over some practice questions." "I don't need no damn practice." "I know exactly what I'ma tell that judge." "Daddy, I already told you there's no judge in this." "It's a group of lawyers that are gonna be asking you questions, hard questions." "That's okay." "I'll help him... practice." "Where were you during my brother's funeral?" "I had a nursing gig in Dallas." "No worries." "Our friends and close family were there, so, that's all that matters." "You know what?" "I'm not that hungry, after all." "Tell us something, Jackson." "So, what's up with your man?" "He ain't lookin' too good." "Asthma." "He gets attacks all the time." "And that damn cigarette ain't helping'." "Who are you, the Surgeon General?" "Anyway, back to Marshall Kent." "You mean about the robbery?" "We have reason to believe he committed suicide." "I saw a picture of you two." "I'm assuming you guys were close." "This guy's not doin' too hot, Reb." "You need to take a look at him." "Asthma, my ass!" "He's OD'ing!" "Call the ambulance!" "All right, Jackson, it's time to come clean." "What'd your boy take?" "Honestly, I don't know." "We met online a few months ago, and had just started hanging exclusively." "Is that how you met Marshall?" "No." "Mars and I went to school together." "We've been tight since second grade." "He was my dude." "The first one I ever kissed." "You said "was." What happened?" "He was spending more time at that damn church and acting holier than thou, asking me to pray with him to cure the fact that we both liked boys." "I'm not gonna knock anybody else's views, but..." "I'm cool around that." "So, we went our separate ways." "♪ And I sing ♪" "♪ Because I'm happy ♪" "♪ And I sing ♪" "♪ Because I'm free ♪" "♪ His eye is on the sparrow ♪" "♪ And I know He watches me ♪" "We should talk to the singer, see if he knew Marshall." "Cool." "You do that." "I'll take the pastor." "Was Marshall havin' trouble fitting' in to the church, because he was gay?" "Marshall wasn't homosexual." "He was confused." "I was working with him to help him resist sin, through the power of prayer." "You know, scientifically speaking, there's no such thing as "pray away the gay."" "You know, science also said" "Jesus never rose from the dead." "But it happened." "I'm not here for a sermon." "The fact is, your program wasn't helping Marshall." " It was actually hurting him." " Mm-hm." "He committed suicide." "Oh..." "If... if he did..." "I seriously doubt... that it had anything to do with my program." "You don't think making Marshall feel ashamed of who he was drove him to kill himself?" "No, I don't." "My program was quite successful at saving people." "Sister Knight, are you okay?" "Because I'm sensing a very harsh and hostile tone in your voice." "That's what happens when I talk to blasphemers." "Now when's the last time you talked to God?" "I'm not here about me." "Well, maybe you should be." "Did you know he was gay?" "Yeah, I mean... you know... a few other choir members knew, but no one was trippin'." "What about Marshall?" "How did he feel?" "Well, Pastor Durod was tryin' to make him straight with all those stupid prayer sessions." "For a while, he bought into that." "But then he said they tied his hands down, and put ice on him, while they showed him gay porn, so... he quit." "So, he wasn't struggling with being gay." "Nah." "Mars made peace with it, figuring you can't change a person's sexuality the same way you can't change their race." "The only person he didn't make peace with about it was his Pops." "Mr. Kent's one of them Old Testament dudes, you know?" "Do you mind taking this to the car for me?" "Sure, Dad." "Sorry to interrupt." " I'm Deacon Silver." " No worries." "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about Marshall Kent?" "I'm sorry, who are you?" "A PI, hired by his family." "Can I see your license, please?" "I must've left it in the car." "I'm sure you wouldn't mind answering a few questions." "I'm sorry, we have a lot to get done before Marshall's home-going service." "Okay, was Malik a good student in school?" "Well, he wasn't no rocket scientist, but he was... he was no dummy, either." ""A" rocket scientist." "He wasn't "a" rocket scientist." "I know how to speak English, damn it." "I know." "I'm just merely suggesting that you consider your audience, okay?" "Was your son in a gang?" "Hell, no, he wasn't in no gang." ""A" gang." "Did your son use narcotics?" "Does yours?" "You can't answer a question like that." "Why not?" "A dumb-ass question gets a dumb-ass response." "Okay, baby, let's just take the emotion out of it, and let your lawyer do the objecting, okay?" "Mr. Knight, did your son get arrested for stealing a car?" "He was 14." "It was a dumb decision." "He's never done anything like that since." "Except for carrying a gun and doing cocaine the night he was shot." "This is some bullshit!" "Okay, well, you know what?" "Let's just take a break, and go get some fresh air." "I don't want no "fresh air."" " I want a damn drink!" " Rene, where are you going?" "I'm goin' to my room, I'm closin' the door, and don't you come in there bothering' me, either." "I ain't playin'." "What you mean I can't come..." "Rene!" "The singer was cool, but his dad's a closet queen." "I was trying to mack him up, but this fool was more interested in watching the choir boys." "The singer also said Marshall wasn't a fan of Durod's program." "Well, if that's not what drove him to kill himself, what did?" "I don't know, but I've gotta make an appearance at the office while I still have a job, and you've gotta go to Malik's hearing with your dad." "Oh, he got his out of town beezy for that." "She can take him." "Stop acting like you're jealous of Jackie or something." " It's weird." " I'm not." "I just don't wanna be in the same room as her." "Anyway, it's just a depo." "He don't need me there." "As much as I would love to call you out on your BS," "I've gotta jump." "I'ma hit you later." "Hey, Dr. Chan, what's up?" "Rebel, I was just in the ER, and I heard two doctors talking about a patient that OD'd today." "Is that the guy that was admitted with Jackson Smith?" "Yes, that's who admitted him, and apparently the drug he OD'd on was triazolam, the same one you were drugged with." "I just thought you'd wanna know." "I'm a legitimate pharmaceutical sales rep." "I only sell to licensed doctors and dentists." "And drug dealers." "Let me guess..." "You swing, what?" "Five, ten percent of your inventory?" "Any more than that, your bosses would notice." "I'm sorry, you seem to have me mixed up with somebody else." "Vivian, a guy overdosed on triazolam." "His boyfriend, Jackson, said his dealer said he got the pills from a white lady in a mini-van." "It didn't take me long to find you." "I don't know who the hell you are..." "I'm a PI." "I wanna know who else you sold that triazolam to." "Cute kid." "I'd be a shame if he had to change schools because somebody dropped a dime on his mom." "Look, I was only selling to one dealer, and I stopped once two guys robbed me and they threw me into a gray van." " Were they wearing masks?" " Yes." "Did you notify the police?" "I had to or my company would have thought I'd stolen it." "Okay, what were the names of the officers you talked to?" "They gave me their cards." "The uniformed cop and then the... the detective who followed up." "I lost one, but here's the other one." "What was the name of the detective?" "It's Irish." "Um..." "I don't know Mc something." " Mclntyre?" " Yeah." " James?" " I don't remember." "That was great work, Mr. Knight." "Yes, baby, you did good, real good." "I mean, you were so calm, cool and collected." "Hey, you know, they thought they was gonna drag my name in the mud, but I tore 'em up." "Rebel would've been so proud of you, baby." "Thank you." "That was the city's lawyers." "They're offering $5 million to settle." "Does that mean those crooked cops are gonna be guilty for killin' my son?" "It's a civil settlement, Mr. Knight." "The individual cops aren't going to be found guilty." "But it will send a message, right?" "I mean, everybody will know how much they paid." "It's almost like an admission of guilt." "I'm afraid the one concession of the settlement is that there's no public disclosure of its terms, and there's no formal admission of liability." "Then they can forget it." "They can forget it." "Mr. Knight, I strongly advise that you accept this offer." "It is not going to get better at trial." "Baby, you should take the money." "You'll know the truth." "Isn't that what's important?" "No, what's important... what's important is that the world know what these cops did to my son." "Think of all the good you could do with this money." "What would Malik want?" "She said the name was Mclntyre." "I'm assuming it's Jimmy, and not you, since he's in narcotics." "Wait, hold on, triazolam's the name of the drug that Texas roofied you with?" "So, what do you wanna see Jimmy's report for?" "I wanna see if he made any progress tracking down the stolen inventory." "Why?" "You think that's where Texas got the triazolam?" "Couldn't he have gotten it on the streets?" "The night Malik was killed," "Brim said they were at one of Texas' parties, and some dudes in some masks tried to snatch them and threw them into a gray van." "That matches the exact description that the big pharma rep gave." "Now, look, we talked about this, Rebel." "These are some serious people you're tangling with." "What are you gonna do if you find 'em?" "Tell you." "I promise." "Scout's honor." "All right, fine, I'll..." "I'll talk to Jimmy." "Don't tell him." "Just pull the reports." "Your brother hates me." "I know I'm asking a lot." "The surveillance videos, the reports." "Marshall's cell phone." "Screenshots of some pix." "What kind of nasty, freaky mess is this?" "You can't even see which way is up." "Who was he sending these to?" "It was an unregistered, disposable phone." " Is this a text to him?" " Yeah." ""Stop seeing him or I'll out you to your dad."" "And someone sent that blackmail to Marshall before he killed himself, and it's not to the phone he sent the sext to." "This phone's registered to a different line." "Let me guess." "The Greater Oakland Testament Church." "Wow Mack." "I can't believe you're riding shotgun with us." "Well, we're looking at harassment, and possibly a hate crime involved in a death." "We know Marshall was having an affair with someone with a burner phone, and the person who sent the blackmail text came from the church." "Also, we're talking about someone who was concerned for his soul." "Somebody who was jealous there's another gay man in love with him." "Or a straight wife who found out her husband was having an affair." "I keep telling you there's a reason" "Deacon Silver's a choir director." "What about that kid you talked to?" "The singer?" "Hell, no." "He's a church boy, but... he was givin' me action for days." "No way he's gay." "Cheena, we can't solve the case based solely on your gaydar." "Actually, my gaydar's on point." "Take a look at this." "So put down a scholarship to my alma mater," "Grambling State, in Malik's name, for the students who wanna go there." "And one for the Music Conservatory." "I wanna expose them to the same experiences Malik had." "Rene, what are you doing?" "A little toast to celebrate." "Come on, I forgot I had it stashed down there." "When did you become so judgmental?" "Did I say anything to you about it?" "Look, when I wanna stop, I stop." "Now I want to drink." "Like you wanted to drink before the deposition." "Yeah, I smelled that liquor on your breath." "But it's cool if you need a little liquid courage." "That's on you." "I have to work later, so, I guess I will see you after my shift." "Have a nice day." "We believe Marshall committed suicide because of a blackmail text that was sent from a phone associated with this church." "We have multiple lines here, so, that would be very difficult to pinpoint." "Are you gonna get that?" "It's the emergency phone for our church hotline." "If you're on call, you carry it." "Today's my day." "Who else has access to the phone besides you?" "Lots of people." "We take turns according to the phone schedule." " What's goin' on?" " Nothing." "Give us a second." "Should I get Dad?" "We need a copy of that schedule, and a list of anyone with access to that cell." "Well, that would be a violation of our freedom of religion rights." "And you're not a cop." "No, but I am." "And whoever sent those texts is guilty of harassment, and committing a hate crime." "I can get a warrant down here in no time." "So, you may wanna cooperate." "How long have you known your husband was gay?" "He's my husband." "We have a son." "He's... not gay." "Pastor Durod cured him." "Then they did he have a relapse with Marshall, huh?" "Is that what happened?" "He had an affair, and you found out." "Sent him those texts." "You're looking at prison time here." "I didn't send the text." "I found out about the affair... and I told Pastor Durod." "He said he'd take care of it." "He had the church phone that day." "So, I leave that phone on my desk." "A hundred people, at least, have access to it." "Yeah, but not all those people had a reason to blackmail Marshall into keeping away from Deacon Silver." "I'm sorry, I don't understand." "The Deacon is married." "He has a son." "Elton John is married, with kids." "It doesn't mean he wasn't a friend of Dorothy." "Getting right with God takes time." "The Deacon and his family know that." "Come on, Pastor, everybody knew Deacon Silver was gay." "Even if they didn't "know", they assumed he went through your program." "Which he did, right?" "All the more reason for you to blackmail Marshall." "Your reputation and the image of your program was on the line." "Look, I am deeply moved and really sorry this happened." "But if you think I would resort to blackmail, then you underestimate the power of the Lord." "You show yourselves out." "Reb, when I talked to Carlton, he scoffed at the idea that Pastor Durod's program works." "Yeah, maybe he didn't think it worked because his dad was having an affair with Marshall." "And his mother's the secretary, which means he had access to the phone." "I'll do it!" "I'll kill him!" "I'll kill him!" " Just put the gun down, son." " Shut up." "Shut your damn mouth!" "It's all your fault!" "Don't come any farther!" "I'll kill him!" "Just put the gun down." "Get back!" "We can talk about this, son." "Back up!" "I swear I'll do it!" "I swear I'll kill him!" " Calm down, Carlton." " Son..." "I tried so hard to change." "Sorry to disappoint you." "I don't care that you're gay, Pa." "God, I wish you'd just come out and be done with it already." "Then why are you doing this?" "I wanted you to love me the same way that you love Mars." "Carlton, you're my son." "I love you more than anything." "No, no, you... you became so obsessed with Mars, that you took him away from me." "I lost my father and my best friend because you couldn't control yourself." "Carlton, come on, son." "Don't do it." " Carlton?" "Baby?" " Don't do this." "Please, baby, don't do this." "Listen, no good's gonna come from this." "Somebody stop him." "Put the gun down and let's all just talk." "To hell with it!" "Son..." "It's okay." "It's okay." "It's all right." "He's gonna be all right." "Oh, God..." "You know, I'm glad to see you're still a good shot." "You made it easy for me..." "Diverting his attention." "Is this how you two flirted as partners?" "Hey, Daddy." "Jackie?" "What?" "Okay." "All right." "I'm on my way." "Daddy's been in a motorcycle accident." "Get those cuffs off of him!" "Okay, he can't do that." "Your father's been arrested for drunk driving." "I don't give a damn!" "I don't want my daddy chained up like some animal." "Okay, can you give us a minute?" "Maybe wait outside the door?" "He's sedated right now." "We're just waitin' on a few tests..." "This is because of you." "Rebel, we don't know what happened." "She happened." "Every time you come around, y'all start partying', and then I'm left to pick up the pieces." "Your daddy injured himself while I was at work, Rebel." "I haven't had a drink for 18 months." "So, as far as I'm concerned, your daddy took it upon himself to celebrate the settlement... alone." "What settlement?" "Oh, he didn't call you?" "The city wants to award your family $5 million." "Imagine that." "You come around at the exact time my daddy comes into some money." "I can't..." "Dr. Ellis, call station 4, please." "Hey... are you okay?" "Nah." "I hate that bitch." "I know, but you can't hold a grudge forever." "Actually, I can." "What are you doing with my favorite blouse?" "I decided that now that I'm going to be a freshman, it's time to start looking more mature, so everybody would notice." "Hey, what's happenin', Becca?" "You know we're just playin' around, right?" "Your daddy's crazy, you know that, sweet pea?" "Rebel, that was 20 years ago." "It's time you move on." "Cheena..." "I can't do this right now, okay?" "Captain Hart." "I heard about your father and I came here to help." "Oh, are you talkin' about dropping' the charges and takin' them cuffs off?" "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm talking about..." "If you drop the wrongful death lawsuit against the department." "Excuse me?" "Look, you and I both know once he's formally booked, it's outta my hands." "I'ma need your answer now... or this deal that I'm offering, it's off the table." "You take a moment." "I'm sorry I don't believe that Marshall committed suicide." "He wasn't depressed." "We found this email, see, on his laptop." "He wrote it the day he died." "Mr. Kent, your son was gay." "He was having an affair with someone at the church." "Deacon Silver?" "His son didn't want them to keep seeing each other, so, he blackmailed Marshall." "We just talked about it." "So, you knew." "Of course, I knew." "I'm not blind." "I can't believe that Marshall thought" "I wouldn't love him because he was gay." "I wish I'd..." "I should have told him it was okay, that he's my son, no matter what." "You wait till they see these bruises" "I got from all them cops manhandlin' me." "My lawyer said she's gon' make 'em pay me double." "Rene, you need to be resting in bed." "Not till you take these pictures, I'm not." "Fine." "Then, after that, you're goin' to bed." "Becca, why are you standin' over there like you're lost?" "I've been waitin' on you." "I'ma need you to help me count this money." "There's not gonna be any money, Daddy." "I called Miss Dudley and I told her we wanna withdraw the case." "Rebecca... you're not makin' no sense." "Daddy, you hit three parked cars, and fled the scene." "That's a felony." "With the other two DUls, you would have spent three years in prison." "I got them to reduce the sentence and just give you community service." "Did I ask you to do that?" "If I wouldn't have dropped the lawsuit, they would have took you from the hospital to jail." "You ain't never wanted this damn lawsuit in the first place." "That's why you didn't come down there and show up at the damn hearing." "That's not true." "I supported you from the beginning." "I wanted you to have that money." "This is about my son, your brother, justice for your brother, and you're just throwin' it away like it doesn't mean anything?" "I done went to prison for Malik." "That's how much that boy means to me." "You just go on and get the hell outta my damn house!" "All right, enough with this foolishness." "This is your daughter you are talking to." "She did this to protect you, the only parent she's got left, and you should be grateful." "I need... for my son's death... to mean something." "I can't look at you." "Come here, baby." "Do you believe in God?" "I don't know." "Probably not." "But I do believe there's something out there bigger than all of us." "Something that would let Marshall Kent commit suicide, and would let my daddy suffer?" "And drink too much?" "And let Malik get killed?" "Look..." "Look at me." "Malik's death is gonna kill you... if you don't find a way to deal with it." "Mack... don't." "It kills a part of me every day, knowing that I had something to do with the pain you're going through, but... all I know, Reb, is you're so angry, and it is eating you alive." "I know." "I just..." "I don't know what to do." "You're movin' so fast trying to nail those guys who killed Malik, and I know that anger is fueling that." "I mean, you've gotta just slow down, and just let some of it go." "How?" "How am I supposed to do that?" "Forgive God?" "You mean forgive you?" "Well, it's not what I meant, but... that would be nice, too." "I hate you." "Um..." "I've gotta get goin'." "Yeah." "I'll catch up with you later." " You got it?" " I'm Chee." "I put the track on Vaughn's bumper just like you said, and I tracked him here." "He's in that pick-up truck right over there." "Damn, Chee!" "You've been on fire lately." "♪ Cheena, man, she did it again ♪" "♪ She'll do it again ♪" "♪ Hey, Cheena, man, did it ♪" "♪ Did it, did it, did it, did it ♪" "That's definitely Vaughn Bryant." "But who just pulled up?" " Take it." " All right." "Here we go." "That's Texas." "What?"