Derek Morgan: Yo, I need your help, man! That old murder charge in Chicago’s haunting me again!
Yo, Doe, I need you to take a trip down memory lane with me, back to that summer night in Chicago.
Look, I know we were tight back then, but you know the streets ain't no place for secrets, man.
Ok, tell me what's eating at you, bro.
takes a deep breath It's about my dad, Doe. The night he died... I swear, I didn't have nothing to do with it. But the cops, they pinned it on me.
Damn, Derek. That's heavy shit. What can I do?
Look, Doe, I need you to find those old case files, the ones the police buried. There's something in there that'll prove my innocence.
Alright, I'm on it. Anything else?
Yeah, one more thing, Doe. While you're digging up the past, keep an eye out for someone, someone who might be able to help us clear my name.
You meanin' like a witness?
Nah, not just a witness, Doe. I'm talking about someone who knows something, someone who was there that night.
Shit, Derek. How am I supposed to find someone like that after all these years?
Look, Doe, I know this is a long shot, but you and I go way back. I trust you more than anyone else.
So what's the plan, dude?
leans in closer We need to retrace our steps from that night, Doe. Start at the alley where it all went down. Talk to anyone who might remember something.
Alright, I'll see what I can dig up. Let's get this shitshow on the road.
grabs Doe's arm Thanks, man. I owe you big time. Let's get to work.
No problem, bro. Let's turn up the heat on this motherfucker.
pulls out a worn-out notebook Alright, Doe, here's the rundown of our first lead. We've got to check out the local pawn shops.
Pawn shops? What's the angle, Derek?
flips through the pages of the notebook Look, Doe, when the cops grabbed me, they found a bunch of stolen goods in my apartment.
Uh-huh. And what's that got to do with pawn shops?
leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone See, if we can find those stolen goods, it could lead us to the real culprit.