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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented

by two separate, yet
equally important groups:

the police, who
investigate crime,

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

So what's the plan here?

I thought we'd play
some Parcheesi.

Smells like home, doesn't it?

What?

Aren't you tired of this crap?

Excuse me?

We're the same, you and me.

Think about it.

You remember who you're
doing this for or why?

You're a shark.

I'm a shark.

But together, we're a whale.

Together, we don't
work for the man.

We are the man.

We make the rules because...

That was perfect.

Somebody out there blew it!

Fess up now.

Who the hell was it?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I thought it was off.

Get the hell off my set.

Now!

Back to one.

Let's go!
- All right, you heard him!

Back to one!

Thanks, Casey.

You're a gem.

Is it not hard
enough to create art?

We have to be
surrounded by imbeciles?

Take it easy on these guys.

They work hard.

A few more takes, and
we'll wrap for the night.

You are killing it, brother.

Yeah?

All right.

Petey, I hope your retirement
brings you long naps

and days of doing jack squat,

making it indistinguishable
from your career.

To Sergeant Peter Baker.

- Ah!
- To Petey!

To Petey!

Congratulations.

Well done.

You look good, Darryl.

What do you mean?

Like, compared to the
days when I was putting

vodka in my cornflakes?

Yes, I mean, compared to that.

I haven't seen you
nearly enough, man.

Just caught a body.

You know the drill.

- I taught you the drill.
- You sure did.

Duty calls.

Yeah, man. All right.

Sorry to break up
your little reunion.

Ah, well, it's good to see
some of those guys, though.

Time flies, man, you know?

I haven't seen my old training
officer in about three years.

That was nice.

- He's still on the job?
- Darryl?

No, he joined the marines, did
three tours in the Middle East.

Serious stuff, stuff that
nobody wants to talk about,

you know?

And it took its toll.

I picked that guy
up off the ground

more than a couple times.

So it's good to see him in
a better place, you know?

- That's good to hear.
- Yeah.

Body's over here.

Damn.

This guy just got his
third Oscar nomination.

Got one stab wound
to the chest, deep.

And we've got a
chef's knife missing

from the block in the kitchen.

Time of death?

Based on temp and
rigidity, I'd say sometime

between 11:00
p.m. and 1:00 a.m.

Witnesses?

We're canvassing...
none so far.

And no signs of a break-in.

Recovered his wallet, his phone.

Doesn't look like a robbery.

I saw the cameras
down in the lobby.

We pulled the footage, but
Johnny had a private entrance

to the building.

No cameras back there.

Let's get this sent to the
lab and tested for DNA.

Check this out.

Perp wore Chuck
Taylor All-Stars.

At least we've got
something to go on.

Who found the body?

Johnny's assistant, Casey Booth.

She's in the back,
pretty shaken up.

Mm-hmm.

I don't blame her.

When was the last time
that you saw Johnny alive?

Last night, when we wrapped
on set, around 6:00.

Did anything unusual happen?

Were there any problems
or altercations?

I mean, it... it
was a long day.

Rough.

Rough how?

The director was a maniac.

Who's that?

Noah Winters.

And what did he do?

He blew up all day.

He was screaming at people.

He kicked a crew
member off the set

because the guy's
cell phone went off.

Was Johnny upset by that?

No.

Johnny took it in
stride, of course.

And then we wrapped, and Johnny
and Winters left together.

Do you know where they went?

No.

Johnny said they needed
to hash some stuff out.

He sent me home for the night.

Noah Winters.

NYPD.

Don't think this day
could get any worse.

We dug into your financials.

We know that you
had about 10 million

of your own money
wrapped up in this movie.

A lot of pressure.

- Wait, you don't think...
- No, no, no.

We don't know anything
yet, other than the fact

that you were with Johnny
Colvin right before he died.

Yeah, where did you guys
go after work last night?

A bar near his apartment.

O'Henry, O'Malley...
O'Something.

I bitched. Johnny listened.

What time did you leave
the bar last night?

Uh, a little after 7:00.

Caught an Uber, went home.

How about Johnny?

He catch an Uber?

No.

He walked.

Tabloids are already
having a field day,

and the vigil in front
of Johnny's house

is spilling into the streets.

So where are we?
- Check this out.

ARGUS camera's
footage near the bar

confirmed the director's story,

and we got a new
lead in the process.

Cue it up.

So Winters does get in his Uber,

and Johnny heads west on foot.

And then here he is on 56th,

a block and a half
from his penthouse.

What's that all about?

Doesn't look too happy
to see that lady.

Mm-mm.

So we ran her
through facial rec,

and we got Brittany Weaver.

She's in the system because
Johnny Colvin has an order

of protection against her.

It turns out Miss Weaver
is a Johnny Colvin

super fan and a super creep.

She posted this yesterday.

"It's like part of Johnny's
soul lives inside of me."

Pay her a visit.

Miss Weaver?

Yes?

We'd like to ask you a few
questions about Johnny Colvin.

I can't believe he's gone.

Look, we pulled the
reports, Brittany.

It's clear you've been stalking
Johnny Colvin for two years.

That's what you call it.

That's you violating
a protection order.

I know, but I...

I just needed to see him.

I was worried about him.

So, what, you followed him home?

Yes. He wanted me to.

He asked me to come up to
his apartment and talk.

He spent his last
night on Earth with me.

How lucky am I?

This is gonna go a lot easier

if you're just honest
with us. Come on.

I'm telling you
the truth, I swear.

Most nights, I post up
outside Johnny's building.

This time, at first, he
didn't wanna talk to me.

So I followed him down the block

to help him understand
our thing, our connection.

And he turned and said,
I'm tired of all this.

Screw it.

Come on up.

The man that had a
restraining order against you?

So we went up to his apartment.

He made me a sandwich.

Turkey on rye?

Yeah.

And we just talked.

He told me his life story,
his hopes, his fears.

I was right about him.

That guy had a heart of gold.

Did you two...?

No, no, we didn't.

We just talked.

And he made me promise
not to bother him anymore.

Did that make you angry?

No, just the opposite.

It made me realize how
relatable he really was.

I think he finally felt the
bond that the two of us have.

Okay, so then what?

You just left?

Hold on, wait.

I can show you.

Take care, Brittany.

And remember, this is it, okay?

It was perfect.

Except for the fact
Johnny's ex kept calling.

What do you mean?

She kept interrupting our chat.

Did Johnny ever answer?

He hit Ignore every time.

He played me one of
her voicemails, though.

She threatened to kill him.

I swear to God, Johnny,
if you don't get

your ass in gear, I'll kill you.

Not a good look.

I didn't want him dead.

Obviously, I didn't mean
those words literally.

Besides, I was home all night.

You can check my Ring cam.

We will.

It still doesn't
explain the voicemail.

Johnny made about 100
million in his career,

and he's broke.

He's behind on my
alimony payments,

and I'm about to get
evicted from this place,

for God's sake.

What happened to all the money?

You name it.

Houses, cars, but
mostly ketamine.

Ketamine?

That damn drug was his
guiding principle, his Jesus.

He thought it could
rewire your brain.

He even opened a rehab
clinic out of his apartment.

A rehab clinic?

What are you talking about?

He used it to get people
off of other drugs.

He called it "Ketamine Sober."

Just so we're all on
the same page here,

Johnny was using drugs
to get people sober?

Exactly.

The whole operation
cost a fortune too.

Therapist, sober
coaches, you name it.

Johnny being Johnny,
he paid for everything.

Do you know of anybody who
was staying at Johnny's

rehab in the past few days?

You guys into boy bands?

Stuey McIntyre.

Sorry, fellas.

Hey, we're not here
for an autograph.

We understand that you
were the last client

in Johnny Colvin's rehab.

No idea what you guys
are talking about.

Sure you do.

You may have moved
all your stuff out,

but you forgot your
toothbrush, which is how

we got a hit on your DNA.

Yeah, you got quite the
record, too, don't you?

Drugs, assault, guns...
am I forgetting anything?

And a few hours before Johnny
was murdered, he texted you.

"It's time to move out."

And your response was,
"Over my dead body."

But maybe you meant his.

You guys got this all wrong.

Johnny saved my life.

I've been an addict for
as long as I can remember,

but not anymore.

You get famous enough,
people like me and Johnny...

we're too famous
for regular rehab.

Why don't you step that
out for us peasants?

Rehabs are full of spies.

Next thing you know,
I'm in the tabloids.

I get a call from my agent.

He tells me that
I'm uninsurable.

I'll never work again.

That was the beauty
of Johnny's rehab.

It was totally discreet.

So if Johnny Colvin
saves your life,

why did you refuse to leave?

I was scared, scared to do
this on my own without Johnny.

But he said I was ready,
so I had to trust him.

I packed up the
rest of my stuff,

minus my toothbrush, I guess.

I left his place around 10:00.

It means you were the last
person to see Johnny alive.

The hell I was.

When Stuey left the penthouse
the night of the murder,

Johnny was with Casey
Booth, his assistant,

the same person who found
the body the next day

and called 911.

Which means she lied to
us about the last time

she saw him alive.

It gets better.

Somebody just bought
a plane ticket

using Johnny's credit
card to Kansas.

I got a manifest of the
passengers on that flight.

And guess whose
name is on the list?

What time does it take off?

In four hours from JFK.

Okay. Get TARU to
ping her phone.

Grab Riley. Go.

All right.

She's somewhere on this block.

Yeah.

There she is.

Casey Booth.

NYPD.

Hey.

Police! Move, move, move!

Hey!

Do not move! Do not move!

Hey, hey.

Why you running, Casey?

I wanna go home.

You're not in Kansas
anymore, are you?

My dream was to
work in the movies.

Johnny was my foot in the door.

And I just got sucked
into Johnny's crazy life.

I mean, the money
coming and going,

and the people coming and going,

and not to mention
the ketamine worship.

You knew about that?

Everybody did.

Everybody knew he was using?

All day, every day.

And nobody cared?

No, people basically
encouraged it.

They told him his acting
had never been better.

You would have thought
it was totally legal.

How did he get it?

Me.

I was his delivery girl.

It was just part of the job.

Pick up Johnny's dry cleaning.

Pick up Johnny's drugs.

Okay.

Did you bring him drugs on
the night that Johnny died?

No, that night he said...

he said he was scoring
right from the source.

Who was the source?

I don't know. I swear.

Casey.

We need to know where
Johnny Colvin got his drugs.

Casey Booth's alibi checks out.

Credit cards and
security footage

put her at a bar
with her boyfriend

around the time Johnny
Colvin was murdered.

So where does that leave us?

Casey said she always picked up

Johnny's drugs from
a shared luggage

locker in Grand Central.

And the locker is leased
through a shell corp

tied to a SoHo psychiatrist,
Dr. Simon Neagle.

His license lets him prescribe
low doses of ketamine

but nothing close to what

Johnny and his
friends were doing.

It's something, but it's
not enough for an arrest.

I mean, if we just
barge in there,

and he decides not to talk...

So what can I do
for you, Miss Park?

My employer would like
to acquire some ketamine.

Well, your employer can
come here in person,

undergo a clinical
evaluation, then

we can determine if ketamine
therapy is warranted.

That won't be possible.

My employer is a private
man, but he's willing to pay

for your understanding and
your troubles handsomely.

60,000 for 25
10-milliliter vials.

That's 2,000 per vial,
plus another 10,000

for your expertise.

Expertise is expensive.

So is discretion.

That will require another 5,000.

Deal.

Police. Do not move.

Stay where you are.
- What is this?

What's going...
- Stand up.

Hands behind your back.

The math is pretty
simple, Dr. Neagle.

The ketamine comes
into your practice.

Ketamine goes out in the
form of prescriptions.

Those numbers have to square.

We're talking about a Schedule
III controlled substance.

But they don't square.

You sell ketamine under
the table for cash

to people who don't need
it, people who abuse it.

One of them being Johnny Colvin.

So where were you the
night before last?

There's a thumb drive in here.

Security footage from the
lobby of Dr. Neagle's building

and the hallway outside his
apartment all timestamped.

My client did not do this.

Okay.

Doesn't mean you're
not involved.

You seem uncomfortable, Doctor.

Is there something
we can get you?

You have ket cramps?

So you're not just a seller?

You're just doing this to
support your own drug habit?

That's why we're here,
to dig into my client's

personal issues?

We're here to solve a murder.

And my client has information
that can help you do that.

We're all ears.

Nothing is free.

Well, currently, our
plan is to charge you

with criminal diversion
of prescription

medication, a felony.

We're prepared to
knock that down

to misdemeanor prescription
fraud if you cooperate.

The state might even let you
keep your medical license.

I'm afraid that's insufficient.

Who said altruism was dead?

The law is just
leverage, Lieutenant.

My client will give you the
identity of his partner.

He'll also put her in
Johnny Colvin's penthouse

at the time of the murder,
and he'll give you motive.

If?

You drop all charges and give
my client absolute immunity.

Who's your distributor?

You working with a gang?

Diane Oliver?

Can I help you?

I'm in the middle
of a guided journey.

Not anymore. Go ahead.

Wait, you can't
just come in here.

Actually we can.

Turn around.

Put your hands behind your back.

You are under arrest for
the murder of Johnny Colvin.

We're about to take you on a
guided journey of your own.

We hear people
call you Mother K.

Cute name.

I think you're just a
drug dealer, though.

Then I feel sorry for you.

Maybe you need some
healing yourself.

My wife might agree with you.

But we can't just go handing
out ketamine like candy,

now, can we?

I mean, it is illegal.

You know that, right?

Times change.

Cops are always
the last to know.

I help people.

I lead my clients on
journeys that let them unwind

the physical from the soul.

The experience allows
them to realize

how badly they've
treated themselves

and how worthy they are of love.

If I do my job well,
they're reborn.

Hmm.

Sounds fun.

Unfortunately, this time
it ended in a murder,

though, didn't it?

Your partner, Dr. Neagle,
he's cooperating with us.

And he told us that
Johnny Colvin ran up

a $250,000 ketamine tab...

half owed to him, half to you.

And Doc wasn't too
happy about it, was he?

Threatened to cut off your
supply unless he collected.

And we have encrypted texts
from the day of the murder

where Johnny's
texting you, saying

he's ready for his biggest
ketamine journey yet.

Dr. Neagle told you to
capitalize on his desperation,

get him to pay his bill.

You see, we already
know everything

here, Miss Oliver, okay?

There's just one little piece.

We wanna know,

what happened in that
penthouse that night?

What went wrong?

Why did you end up stabbing
Johnny Colvin in the heart?

I want a lawyer.

Why don't we just bump
that up to 3 p.m.?

You got it.

Where did that come from?

Your new friend dropped it off.

Are we taking questions on that?

Her name is Kate.

And believe it or
not, she likes me.

I will be taking no
questions at this time.

Johnny Colvin's murder
is on the front page

of every paper in America.

It's like Matthew
Perry all over again.

How's our case?
- Thin.

Well, we found narcotics at
Diane Oliver's apartment.

Her prints are all over
Johnny's penthouse,

and cell data puts
her near the penthouse

around the time of the murder.

It's not nothing.

And we think this
was a money dispute

that got out of control?
- Correct.

The jury will hear from
Mr. Colvin's ex-wife

that he'd burned
through all his money.

On the night of the murder,

Diane Oliver went over
to collect a debt.

He couldn't pay her.

She wouldn't give him his drugs.

It went south.

I mean, take the
celebrity out of it

and the movie stars,
the goofy nicknames,

it's just a drug deal gone bad.

What are we missing?

Where to begin?

We have no murder weapon,
no sign of the sneakers

that left prints at the
scene, no witnesses,

no real forensic
evidence at all.

Yes, the defendant's
prints and DNA

were all over
Johnny's apartment,

but they were close
friends for years.

We can't hang our hat on that.

We have Dr. Neagle.

He is helpful, no doubt.

But we need more ammunition.

Copy.

We'll do the best we can.

Diane Oliver used her Visa
twice on the day of the murder,

once to get herself
a cup of coffee

and once to send flowers to
her mother in Staten Island.

I mean, if this lady
wasn't a drug shaman

on trial for murder, she'd
be pretty freaking boring.

How about you?

You find anything
in the client list?

Um, no.

Nothing at all.

Jalen?

Wow.
- Althea.

Oh.

It's been too long.

Well, well.

Where's your nephew?

He's in the kitchen, I think,
cooking up trouble like always.

What's new?

Good to see you.

D-Money.

My man.

What a surprise.

What's good?

- What's up?
- Oh, man.

Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt.

Interrupt?

Get you a plate, man.

I wish I could, but I'm
not here for all that.

Um, can I talk to
you in private?

What about?

Mother K.

Why are you asking me?

Are you doing ketamine?

What the hell are
you talking about?

Don't lie to me,
D. Don't do it.

Mother K killed Johnny Colvin.

What?

We got a hold of her client
list, and your name is on it.

So I need to know, are you
involved with this woman?

No, I just...

look, I've tried every
trick in the book, Jalen,

but all that stuff that
happened back in Afghanistan,

it didn't just disappear.

I live with it every day, bro.

Somebody told me about ketamine
and said that it could help,

but the military
didn't offer it.

So my friend in
my support group,

he put me in touch
with this lady, Diane.

And I tried it a few times,
and it wasn't for me.

When was this?

When was the last time
you bought from her?

Two years ago, maybe three.

I got nothing to do
with this lady, Jalen.

Good.

The defendant's cell puts
her near the penthouse

around the time of death.

The altimeter puts her
854 feet above the ground.

Johnny Colvin lived
on the 65th floor,

which was 850 feet above ground.

Let's not forget the shoe size.

She wears an 8 1/2, which is
the same size as the prints

found in the blood.

No photos of her wearing them?

She's all over social media.

We looked.

I gotta say, I wish we had more.

I gotta say, this
is what we have.

As long as Dr. Neagle
delivers, we're good.

Yeah. Speaking of which...

Hi.

Is he ready for us?
- Should be.

Go on in.
- Thank you.

It's not working. It's locked.

Honestly, I didn't even
know that door locked.

Dr. Neagle?

Dr. Neagle?

It's Sam Maroun and Nolan Price.

Watch out.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh.

Oh, my God, no!

Dr. Neagle. Dr. Neagle.

We need an ambulance right away.

700 Greene Street...
please hurry.

An overdose?

Yes, ketamine.

Dr. Neagle told his wife that
even with his immunity deal,

his life was over,
one way or another.

So this was suicide?

Sounds like it.

Your Honor, this represents a
significant change to the way

we plan to present our case.

We not only wanted to share
this news with the defense.

We're gonna need a continuance.

Your Honor, Dr. Neagle's
death is a tragedy.

But that doesn't mean my client
should be penalized for that.

That is not what we're arguing.

Except it is.

Whatever the circumstances,
dragging out this trial

longer than necessary
infringes on Ms. Oliver's

Sixth Amendment rights.

Let's just say the
quiet part out loud.

The prosecution has
lost their star witness.

Their case is largely
circumstantial

without the doctor's testimony.

Slow down, Ms. Campisi.

It's not unreasonable.

And it is appropriate to give
the prosecution and police

some time to reassess.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Two weeks should suffice.

You have two days.

What do you got?

A video from that bodega
near Diane's apartment

showed a commercial truck
parked up the block.

I got a partial plate.

- You get a hit?
- I found the truck.

It's from a fluff-and-fold
out of Brooklyn.

The company stores the
truck's dashcam videos.

Less than an hour after the
estimated time of death.

This dude knocks
on Diane's door.

There she is.

She looks rattled.

She did just kill a movie star.

Fair point.

I know it's not a lot to go on.

No, Vi, this is...
this is great work.

I mean, maybe this
guy saw something.

Maybe he knows something.
You never know.

Yeah, we just gotta
figure out who he is.

You know, I should have been
more forthcoming with you.

Darryl's like family.

In fact, I... I
owe him my career.

First week on the job, we call
this prick for a burglary.

We put him in the box.

Darryl went off to
sign him into the log,

and my happy ass
goes down the hallway

to tell anybody who will listen
about my first big arrest.

Except I... I left
the door unlocked.

- No.
- Yeah, I did.

And this guy walks straight
out of the front door.

- You're kidding me.
- Just like that.

Oh, man.

Thing is, Darryl took the heat.

He told the desk
sergeant that it was him

that left the room unlocked

because he knew I was
still on probation.

Bro, I would take
a bullet for you,

but I wouldn't do that.

Ha.

You were with her that night.
- No, I wasn't.

I told you already, man.
- Show me some respect.

It's on video.

I saw you. You were
with her that night.

Okay.

Okay.

Look, please.

Why do you keep lying to me?

I've put you through
enough already, Jalen.

This is not your problem.

Yes, it is.

This is our problem.

And it's your problem
because we're trying

to solve a murder case here.

And you, of all people,
know what that means.

Okay, okay.

Yes, I'm a user,
but I'm no junkie.

Ketamine is therapy.
It's real therapy.

For people like me with PTSD,
for when I get my episodes.

Military doesn't cover it,

so it's the black
market or nothing.

All right, all right.

Just help us get
back on track here.

So that night, what happened?

Just tell us what you saw.

I went over to her place to
get my dose, like always.

Diane opened the door.

She... she was
totally freaked out,

like she forgot I was coming by.

Yeah, we could see
that on the video.

Then she went back
inside to get the drugs.

And then she shoved them at me.

I tried to pay her
like usual, you know?

She gives me the ketamine,
I give her the money.

But she slammed the door.

And... yeah.

And what?

Darryl, tell us what you saw.

Her shoes.

They had blood all over them.

What kind of shoes?

Chuck Taylors.

All-Stars.

Darryl, you need to testify.

- Testify?
- Yeah.

No. No, no, no.

Jalen, please.

You know I testify, I'm done.

I'll lose everything, man.

I'm sorry, I don't understand
the issue, Detective.

Darryl Moore could
win this trial for us.

If he does testify, he'll
be dishonorably discharged.

He'll lose his job.

He'll lose his pension,
his subsidized housing.

They have a one-strike policy,
and a guy with his history...

and we're talking PTSD,
depression, alcoholism.

He's a good man.

He's just made some bad choices.

Just give us some time
to try to find a way

to win this without
ruining the guy's life.

Just so we're clear, we cannot

ask for another continuance.

And we lost our only
material witness.

We need this testimony now.

No.

It's not right.

Think about it.

The tox report shows
that Johnny Colvin

was doing 50 times
the amount of ketamine

that Darryl Moore was.

And everybody in Johnny's
life knew about it,

and they didn't
bat an eye. Why?

Because Johnny is
a rich celebrity.

So his drug abuse, it
wasn't drug abuse at all.

These were journeys
led by healers

and West Hollywood shamans.

Jalen.

Mr. District
Attorney, Darryl Moore

could have stuck with
vodka, and nobody

would have touched his job.

But he dips a toe in ketamine,
and his life is over,

even though he's the one
who actually needs it.

He's the one out there
serving his country.

And Johnny's back here
winning awards while being

a straight-up junkie.

You're right.

Johnny Colvin's illegitimate
drug abuse was basically legal

because of his status.

Darryl Moore's
limited, legitimate

drug therapy was not.

But this is the job, Detective.

Darryl Moore will
take the stand.

Make it happen.

Darryl.

Hey, listen, brother, I tried
to keep your name out of it,

but they're coming for
you with a subpoena,

which means that you're
gonna testify publicly

about everything you
know about Mother K

and what you saw that night.

No. No.

This cannot happen.

Darryl, there's no reason
that anybody in the military

has to know about
your involvement.

Have you lost your mind?

This is the Johnny Colvin trial.

I might as well march into
the Pentagon with a bullhorn.

I have tried for years to just

block out all the stuff I
saw, man, the stuff I did.

I got two legs that
I stand on, Jalen...

this job and this medicine.

It's a drug.

You take all that
away from me at once,

I've got nothing to stand on.

You might as well take that
service weapon of yours

and put it in my damn mouth.

Darryl, don't say that.

Darryl.

Mr. Moore?

Hello?

Mr. Moore?

It's ADA Samantha Maroun with
the District Attorney's Office.

Anybody in here?

Oh, hey.

Hi.

You looking for Darryl?

Yeah. Have you seen him?

He's gone.

Gone where?

Beats me.

He called this morning, said
he was leaving it unlocked

to ask me to take care of this.

Okay.

We found him.

Found who?

Don't do that.

Darryl Moore just started his
new posting at Camp Hansen

in Okinawa.

Military life.

This is not over.

Okinawa?

We have to get him back here,

petition the Marines to produce
the witness in a court-martial.

Nolan.

We can compel the appearance
of a service member,

even if he's on active duty.

We barely got two days
out of this judge.

Please don't pull the
plug on this thing.

This idea that
Colvin's drug addiction

was somehow easy because he
was a movie star is crap.

My brother died of this disease.

He had every resource
available to him.

He was given chance
after chance.

And then one day, his dealer
picks him up from rehab.

And three weeks
later, he was dead.

This Mother K preyed
on Johnny Colvin

because she knew he was sick.

These people are parasites.

Look, I am... I'm sorry
about your brother.

But you said it yourself,
we are out of time.

I want you to make a deal
and get us out of this.

The parties have reached
an agreement on a plea?

Yes, Your Honor.

The defendant has agreed to
plead guilty to manslaughter

in the second degree.

That's correct, Your Honor.

Sentencing recommendation?

The people have
agreed to recommend

a maximum term of ten years.

I'll accept it.

Next docket.

Ten years?

She'll probably be out in six.

How does this happen?

Um...

Our hands were tied.

I don't know what you did,
and I don't wanna know.

- Okay.
- But... but I know this.

There are people in that
courtroom who deserve justice.

You took that from them.

You took that from me.

Oh, no.

Worse yet, you tampered
with a witness.

You committed a crime.

I could have you arrested.

If that's what
you feel is right.

Really?

That's your response?

I love Darryl Moore,

no different than I could
love my own brother.

So I had a choice, yes.

I could get a little
more prison time

for a drug dealer,

or I could save Darryl's life.

I did what I had to do.