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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.

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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.

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