♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪ Wanna just do a house-to-house? That’d be fun. I thought we’d just start
at the liquor store. Pretty fucking racist, man. (SARCASTICALLY) It’s one
of three businesses here ’cause nobody uses it. Let’s flip for it. ROLAND WEST: All we know,
man’s got a dead eye. Filmy-like. Sound like anybody
in the community? Having us owe you a favor
could be worthwhile. Find yourself in
a difficult position, ever… police. He’s always been
a good customer. But you…
talkin’ about that dead eye. He said Whitehead
got one of them. Where’s he live? STORE OWNER: That trailer park
off of Central Avenue. (PEOPLE CONVERSING) WAYNE HAYS: Mr. Whitehead. Wondering could we talk
to you a minute. Well, what’s this about? Could we step inside, sir? I’d rather stay out here,
if it’s all the same to you. You ever go to mass?
St. Michael’s church? No, I go to First Presbyterian. ROLAND: You go
to their church fair, maybe? Buy some dolls made outta straw? What? No! The hell is this?
What y’all trying to do to me? Just running down
a couple details. A case we workin’. Dead boy, missing girl. You might’ve seen it
in the papers. White children. If it’s in the paper,
it’s white children. ROLAND:
Knowing we’re not gonna solve the racial complexities
of our day here in your front yard, maybe you could tell us where
you were the night of the 7th? Where was I? Where you trying to say I was? Y’all come over here! Come watch these nefarious men,
what they trying to do to me! MAN: Yeah, we see it.
What’s going on, Mr. Whitehead? MAN 2: Don’t worry,
we ain’t going nowhere. And you…
How you gonna wear that badge? It’s got a little clip on it.