Rockford, Illinois, summer 2005: federal agents and local police wire a rented house for video and audio, running surveillance for six weeks and logging more than a thousand hours of footage inside a crack house. The camera catches a gang smoking weed, handling guns, and selling crack and heroin, along with the customers who cycle through the door with no idea they are being recorded. The film cuts that hidden footage together with interviews shot after the arrests: gang members, their families, and the officers who built the case, all looking back at what the wiretap caught. What emerges is less a single bust than a portrait of a neighborhood organized around the trade, with the dealing, the using, and the ordinary domestic life of the house tangled together in the same rooms. The tone shifts between grim and darkly funny, since the surveillance recorded plenty of the gang's own jokes and arguments along with the crimes. The result is a document of a community the law finally saw because it had been filming it the whole time.