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Narrator: 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.

( machine—gun firing )

( gunfire ceases, glass shatters )

Woman: No!

( sobbing ) No—oo!

No—oo!

Max: So he missed a lay up at the buzzer. So what?

Itjust ticks me off.

Some pituitary freak makes more in 40 minutes

than I make all year.

Who told you life was fair’?

Excuse us, sir.

Aw, another kid.

Mother of God.

( theme music playing )

Woman : How am I going to tell Denise?

How am I going to face her’?

We'll tell her, ma'am.

Logan: How old is Andrew?

Was.

How old was he?

He never even made it to his birthday.

The boy's father?

Where's Denise work’?

One of the offices.

Columbus Circle.

They was rough—housing over by the window

I told Gregory to get away from there.

I said, "Put him in his jumper "

(whispering ) Stay with her. Make sure she's okay.

( sobs )

Excuse me, Mrs. Winters?

Hello?

Sorry.

(vacuum shuts off)

Are you Denise Winters?

Sit down, please.

Mrs. Winters,

there's been a shooting.

Gregory?

He's in the hospital.

Last we heard, serious, but stable.

Oh my God! Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Let me go! We'll take you to him.

We'll take you to him. But that's not all.

What you talking about?

Andrew.

He's dead.

You're lying. You're lying.

That's my baby.

My baby.

No, no, not my baby.

No. No!

( sobbing )

AaahI

Oh God!

No... my baby.

Six in one week.

At this clip, we're going to have

a worse infant mortality rate than Ethiopia.

Anybody see anything?

What do you think?

Slugs are from an automatic, that's all we know.

They go through the door, hit the wall,

they're too deformed for a positive make.

You don't have one slug to get a match from?

Max: Might get one from the baby.

One went right through him,

and one is lodged in the base of his neck.

They think.

How's the older brother doing?

Not good. He still hasn't regained consciousness.

Mushrooms.

What?

That's what they call them.

It's a video game.

You shoot at the centipedes.

The mushrooms get in the way ofthe bullets.

Video game...

that's hysterical.

Hey, give me a break, Max, I didn't make it up.

He's a little tired.

We're all tired.

This thing about drugs?

A place gets sprayed with automatic fire,

you assume it's not because the stereo's too loud.

Nobody ever has a verbal altercation anymore, you notice that?

A good fist—fight.

Somebody looks at you cockeyed,

you whip out a Mac—10.

Mmm.

I got 10 bucks says the older brother's a dealer

and this isjust a payback.

(sighs)

Judge Haberman, please.

Tell him it's Cragen. Captain Donald Cragen.

I need a warrant.

Why you always come too late?

Excuse me?

I said how come the police never there

before somebody gets shot?

With all due respect, ma'am, how are we supposed to know

before somebody starts shooting?

Logan: Max!

Used?

Hasn't been cleaned lately, that's for sure.

That ain't Gregory's.

It belonged to Gregory's daddy.

We kept it for protection.

Ain't got bullets no more.

Yes, ma'am, I understand.

But you still need a permit for a handgun.

What happened to the bike?

What?

Had an accident.

You guys hang with Gregory Winters?

We know Gregory.

Logan: See somebody in the building last night?

Someone who doesn't live here?

I look like a doorman?

What about you?

People come and go.

Maybe they dealing, I don't know.

Mike, did you say something about dealers?

Why else are you asking then?

'Cause a boy was hurt and his brotherwas killed.

Come on.

What did you see?

He didn't see nothing.

Hey, who's asking you, pal?

When Iwas coming in,

this dude was sitting here.

Yeah?

I never saw him before.

What did he look like?

He had some tracks on the side,

and his mouth were all sparked out.

It's a checkerboard cut, gold caps on his teeth.

Gold caps.

Your mom and dad around?

You see him, Tonel?

What, am I supposed to know everybody in the neighborhood?

Nope, just a possible accomplice to a murder.

That's enough. He's only a boy.

So were the victims, ma'am.

What about the one who ran out?

Whoever it was ran him over. He told you that already.

Ain't that enough? Do you know what happens to him

ifthose boys on the block think he's a snitch?

Let's go.

Wait, wait a minute. Tonel.

Just a sec, all right?

If you were looking for a bad guy in your neighborhood,

where would you start?

You don't have to snitch. We'rejust talking here.

The crack house above the bodega.

Which one?

99th and Manhattan.

Raise upl Yo! Yo!

Raise upl Raise up, man! Raise upl

Police!

Policel

Get out of there! Max: Don't even breathe!

Logan: Get out of there! Don't even breathe!

Get your butt in here!

Logan: Come here, come here! Up against the wall!

Max: Move it! Isaid now! Move it, now!

Hands behind your head!

Behind your head! Spread your legs.

Spread your legs.

Come on, move it.

Let's go.

Look towards the window. Spread your legs.

Face the window!

Mike!

Gimme your hand.

Check out over there.

Gimme your hand.

Logan: Max!

Yeah?

What've you got?

You believe this firepower?

You guys are so trigger—happy, why don't you join the army?

9mm.

Nice and clean.

Hardly a scratch.

That was in the boy's neck?

Sometimes...

bullets take a very strange route.

This one corkscrewed

down into the right lung.

We're lucky we found it.

So which one was it?

Tec—9.

Superior spraying power,

unsurpassed for penetrating steel doors.

That's terrific. How goods the match?

The slug you got from the Winters kid?

Fired from this gun, no question.

Prints? Multiples.

One set, loud and clear.

I wasn't there.

Your prints were.

I got an alibi. Who cares?

That's the gun that killed the baby.

It's got your fingerprints all over it.

Maybe the gun killed him, but not me!

Roneld, stupid and tough is a bad combination.

Yeah, well, it works for you, man, right?

That's funny.

Yeah, he'll be the class clown at Spofford.

Yo, forget Spofford. I ain't going to no Spofford.

I'm calling the DA.

You find who did it?

Maybe.

Maybe.

Listen,

Did Gregory know a guy named Roneld Griggs?

I don't know. Why?

He had the gun that...

Max: We need a motive.

Was Gregory involved with...

With What?

Drugs?

Wednesday and Thursday nights,

Saturday mornings,

Gregory plays basketball.

Monday and Tuesday nights,

he got choir practice.

Gregory ain't perfect, but he ain't into no dope.

I can guarantee you that.

No offense, but sometimes you can't tell these kinds ofthings.

Maybe you can't, but I sure as hell can.

Look, I know it's not easy——

Easy?

Mister...

I got a dead baby,

a boy who may be crippled...

and a supervisor who tells me

that going to the morgue and to the hospital

is considered personal time.

And now you saying maybe Greg——

Gregory was on drugs?

Maybe he brought this on himself?

I'm sorry.

Get out of here.

All right?

I got work to do.

Man: Gregon/ I/lfinters was a classic point guard.

He ran the floor, you know what I'm saying?

Kid was the brains of this team.

Then he isn't in a gang?

He didn't have time for that. He thought those guys were lame.

You ever see him hang out with a kid

with a checkerboard haircut and sparked out teeth?

That kinda crap's out there.

But like I say,

my boys don't have time for stuff like that.

Thanks.

( bell rings )

Gregory Winters is a good kid.

He plays ball, that's it.

No link to Roneld whatsoever.

A lot of partial prints. Only Roneld's for sure.

Does that make a case against him? No, it does not.

But if he didn't fire the gun, at least he knows who did.

Hey look, Iwould like to have another crack at him.

Fine, great. Only this time make sure a parent is in the room.

Otherwise, legally, the kid's flapping his lips for nothing.

Be gentle, Mike.

Don't break the little creep's trigger finger.

Ronnie never killed nobody.

Right. He's a good boy.

Just two prior gun possessions,

and a dope misdemeanor.

What about yesterday?

Let's make that three guns, two drugs.

Sounds to me like a year, minimum.

Ain't nothing to it.

Oh, why is that?

You like it in prison, punk?

Maybe if we knew exactly what you was looking for——

Because it sure as hell looks like your boy did it.

Tell them, Ronnie.

No.

You think you can play this fool game with me?!

Tell them.

I lent the gun to Dizz.

Who's Dizz?

His cousin.

What's he look like?

He's got some

design cut in his head——

like a checkerboard.

I don't suppose he's sporting a lot of gold teeth?

Fort Knox.

( silent )

Logan: Yo! Yo!

Which one of you guys is Dizz Williams?

Boys: Hey, Dizzl Go, man!

C'mon, man!

Look at them gold teeth.

Hello, Dizz.

The Tec—9 you got from your cousin Ronnie——

who used it when you were on the stoop?

I want a lawyer! Give him a lawyer.

Who used the gun? I want to knowthe name, Dizzl

I ain't got no name!

Wrong. You got a name,

and pretty soon you're going to have a number.

You're under arrest for the murder of Andrew Winters.

You have the right to remain silent,

and refuse to answer questions.

Anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law.

You're saying you've never been in that building before, huh?

I said I was in South Carolina until last night.

That's right, with family.

How could you shoot the hell out of the Winters family

if you were down south with yourfamily?

I don't know nothing about no shooting.

Oh.

The gun that was used in the shooting,

the one that you know nothing about——

your cousin Roneld said he gave it to you.

Roneld a punk.

You're dissing me. Roneld'd never say that.

I'm dissing you? Huh?

Oh, I forgot, you're such a big man.

It takes a real big man to ice a baby.

I didn't ice nobody! Yeah?

Then you're going down for someone else's bummer,

'cause right now we got a witness that puts you there.

And you had the gun.

My boy's 13. You can't do nothing like this. You got to go to juvie——

We can do plenty when it comes to felony homicide, Mr. Williams.

If you don't want to blow parole,

just shut up!

Dizz on tape: You 're dissing me.

I don't know nothing about no shooting.

It's not enough that he had the gun.

His prints could've been from anytime.

You got a witness who saw him at the shooting.

Tonel Otten, a 12 year old.

As we all know, not terrific on the stand.

Roneld gave Dizz the gun.

Says Roneld.

Let's be realistic here.

Juvenile courtjudges may not like kids with guns,

but they like a clean case, and they want a motive.

Who says the little son of a bitch needs a motive?

Max. Max: What the hell is a motive, anyway?

"He took my seat." Baml

"He's looking at my girlfriend." Baml

"I need them shoes." Baml

Max has been busting his chops on this case.

Ro bi n ette : I understand.

Whoa, I can apologize for myself!

Only I don't feel apologetic! I'm fed up!

You put together a strong case

we'll put him away, Sergeant.

I know, I know. Why am I picking a fight with you?

You know what it is, Paul?

Dizz is 13.

The boy in the hospital, he's 12.

The baby's in the ground.

Our emergency rooms are up to their ears

with kids on the wrong end of stray bullets,

and this little scuz is laughing at us

'cause he knows he's ajuvenile and we can't get him!

That's not necessarily true.

Bai I iff: People versus I/lfilliams,

counsel will waive reading of the rights and charges.

Your Honor, this is ajoke.

You can't try this boy as an adult.

We should be standing in family court.

Robinette: Mr. Williams may be only 13, but the statute is clear.

He's here on a felony complaint charging intentional murder two.

Mr. Robinette, can I get in a word here?

This boy have any priors?

Two, Your Honor, both involving guns.

We believe these show a real propensity to violence.

Ifthe court remands to Supreme Criminal,

you'll indict on intentional murder two?

Absolutely.

Your Honor, with all due respect,

isn't this kind of overkill?

"Kill"? Iwouldn't use that word in here

if the accused were my client.

Mr. Williams knew exactly what he was doing.

It isjust and appropriate that he be tried as an adult.

Bailiff: Keep it down.

Your Honor, I intend to submit written motions——

Be my guest. Anything further, Mr. Robinette?

The people ask that Mr. Williams be remanded without bail

to an appropriate juvenile facility, pending trial.

So ordered. Case transferred to Supreme Court.

( gavel bangs ) This is jivel

I didn't murder nobody! It's a set—up!

Judge: Restrain your client or the court officers will.

You going to stand there?! It's a set—up.

Get off me!

Listen, Stone, this kid didn't do it.

I understand you're getting a lot of heat——

Knock of the sermon, Alex. Your client had the gun.

The judge's decision is unwarranted.

Mr. Williams was out in front at the time ofthe murder.

An eyewitness who can see in the dark? Very compelling.

The stoop was well lit. Tonel saw somebody else.

He won't be testifying against me.

For your sake, young man, I hope you didn't threaten him.

Alex: What are we talking about?

He pleads as an accessory to manslaughter two.

He gives us the shooter.

I was at my Aunt Cecile's in Carolina.

Wasn't nowhere near New York City.

Cut the crap, Dizz.

The police in Charleston talked to a guy named Summers.

Who? The guy who put you on the train to New York City——

four days before the murder.

Who shot the baby?

Dude named T—Ball.

T—Ball Howard.

Real name?

Franklin.

Come to me and said he needed a burner. Forwhat?

A job, man.

Says this job was worth 500.

So I borrowed the burner from Roneld.

Roneld let you borrow a gun worth $1500?

Who hired your friend to do the job?

He didn't tell me. Just said he needed the gun.

And then what?

I rented it from Roneld for 100,

charged T—ball 200.

I didn't shoot that baby, man.

T—BaII did.

Robinette: That T—Ball?

Five minutes, Counselor.

Then I want him alone.

I told you, I never been on Jacobs Place.

And I'll bet you never rented a Tec—9.

Tec—9? What's that, mouthwash?

Who ordered the hit, T—Ball?

That's right, genius.

Your buddy Dizz told us the whole story.

And he's going to repeat it in court.

Why don't you let me talk with my client?

The Howard kid'll roll. He's got no choice.

Logan: You better hope you're right, 'cause we still ain't got

idea one why he shot the Winters boys.

Anything else on T—Ball?

He's 14 years old, lives with his mother and two—year—old brother,

no gang affiliation.

He even know Gregory Winters?

There's no indications.

The Winters kid been upgraded yet?

Yeah, he regained consciousness last night.

Franklin Howard?

Tall guy, thin.

Sure you don't know him?

I don't know him.

Sorry.

These things have to be asked.

How do you feel?

Okay.

Thanks, Gregory.

Excuse me.

Why do you people insist on blaming my boy?

I'm sorry.

He doesn't know these boys.

He didn't do anything to cause them

to shoot up the apartment.

I know.

Lawyer: Ben.

Mr. Howard understands you can convict him.

He's ready to deal. I thought he might be.

He names the buyer ofthe hit, but he gets tried as ajuvenile.

Not a prayer. I know he's——

We're in an epidemic, Brian. He killed a baby,

the older brother's a paraplegic.

It was a mistake. You want to explain that?

Look, just make me an offer.

Why?

Trust me, Ben, you make a deal, you'll want the result.

As in?

As in you get a major dealer off the streets.

T—Ball's just a soldier.

He can give you the general.

Manslaughter one, he gets sentenced in Supreme Court,

and he does the youthful offender maximum.

Deal. I do this plea and you're throwing curves——

Believe me, you won't regret it.

Stone: I knowthey're screaming for this kid's head, Adam,

but they're better off if we put away the dealer.

I want 'em both. I want everyone.

I want the kid who gave him the gun,

I want the kid who pulled the trigger and this pusher.

So do I, but if we don't get the guy who gave the order,

we have more crack, more contract killings,

more dead kids.

What are they asking for?

Man one. T—Ball gets three and a third to 10,

he does the whole 10.

He's not going to boarding school.

You and I wouldn't last 10 minutes in there.

You sure this pays off?

I thinkl can trust Doxsee.

You think?

I can't afford not to.

He said he needed to get rid of a business problem.

Stone: Somebody burn him on a drug deal?

It was real estate.

Said it was 300 large.

Had you ever met Ingrams before?

I've done some little jobs for him.

No hits.

When I heard about this one, I thought,

"If I had a gun..."

But you didn't know a baby was behind the door?

That's wh y I'm talking to you, man.

I didn't know.

Ingrams gives me the address ofthis guy he wants me to do——

Mr. Kay.

I'm supposed to go air out his crib.

So I go over there,

hear some voices inside,

butI...

just must've gone to the wrong place.

You thought a real estate tycoon

lived in the Winters' building?

Like I told you—— a mistake. Robinette: What'd you do with the address?

I threw it away after the——

thing went down.

"This guy he wants me to do."

It's not enough.

It would be, if we could connect Ingrams with the mythical Mr. Kay.

You want me to have Ingrams brought in?

Why? Have him go through the motions of denying it?

You think it's K like Murray the K, or K—A—Y, or...?

Or Kaye with an E.

There couldn't be more than a thousand variations in New York City.

That's K-A-Y-E. Five boroughs.

This must be 500 more names.

What do you want me to do?

Start with Manhattan.

Someone was hired to kill a "Mr. Kay."

The hit man went to 315 Jacobs Place.

You live at 315 Jameson Place.

So?

My husband and I are active

in the Reform Democrats, Mr. Robinette.

We helped found the Carnegie Hill Alternative School.

We were once mentioned in passing on page six,

but I doubt any ofthat qualifies us for assassination.

What kind of work does your husband do, Mrs. Kay?

Real estate.

What, he's guilty of gentrification?

I'm afraid it's going to be much worse than that.

A month ago...

Edward M. Kay deposited 300,000

into his corporate checking account.

But he hasn't made a sale since August.

And the kid who did the hit said he mentioned 300,000.

Kay fronted as a buyer of an apartment for Ingrams.

300,000 cash.

It comes to closing, Kay doesn't show up with the money.

He stiffed him, Adam. Stiffed a drug dealer.

There's your motive.

And the kid shot up the wrong apartment.

Unbelievable.

The Winters baby is dead

'cause a 14—year—old hit man went to the wrong place.

Do you understand these people?

They live better than 99% of humanity,

and they have to steal from drug dealers.

Ingrams will go up for murder, one way or the other.

If Mr. Kay decides to testify.

Real estate fraud—— not much to work with.

Maybe Kay has a conscience.

Yeah, maybe he houses the homeless in his basement, but I wouldn't count on it.

I sold a nice two—bedroom on West End Avenue

to a young black man. That's a crime?

When you steal his money it is.

What stealing? We had a little problem with the closing papers.

You know, this Chamber of Commerce routine

is getting on my nerves. In 1986 you were arrested

for cocaine possession. Ingrams your dealer?

An arrest with no conviction is not relevant here.

It isn't?

You do a little coke, you figure, what the hell?

It's a victimless crime.

And you use drug money to buy real estate.

You think that makes it clean?

Look, I——

An 11—month—old baby died because of your sins, Mr. Kay.

Lawyer: If you want to talk about his testimony——

What did you do with the $300,000?

You didn't cheat some yuppie banker.

Mr. Ingrams—— he doesn't sue, he hires a hit man.

You haven't mentioned any incentives

for cooperation.

No?

How is this?

If your client doesn't start talking now,

I'll tear his life apart.

Real estate boards,

clients, skeletons in the closet——

light of day, guaranteed.

Ingrams came to me with 300,000 he wanted cleaned.

I was in the middle of a redevelopment project

that was dying for an infusion of cash.

So you used Ingrams' money.

I thought I could turn it around,

get his money in and out quickly.

The market went soft.

The lenders foreclosed on the project.

And the $300,000 went to them.

Did Ingrams threaten you?

Oh, no.

No, no.

I point my finger at him, I'm dead.

If you help us out, we'll put him away.

And if you don't?

And if you don't testify,

he'll get you—— sooner or later.

I'd rather it was later.

You made your pitch, Mr. Stone.

And it didn't get through?

I'd rather go to a loan shark for the 300 grand

than take on Michael Ingrams.

Robinette: Pick Ingrams up. We have enough to charge him.

Without Kay's testimony? Come on, Paul.

Ingrams is a maggot. We can crush him.

He doesn't know Kay won't testify.

We get him to plead manslaughter, he's off the street.

At least Kay lives long enough to change his mind.

Sold.

Bai I iff: The people versus Michael Ingrams.

The charges are: murder in the second degree,“

manslaughter in the first degree,“

attempted murder in the second degree,“

and assault in the first degree.

How does the defendant plead?

Not guilty.

On all counts, Your Honor.

I'm serving grand jury notice

upon defense counsel, Your Honor.

Do the People wish to be heard on bail, Mr. Robinette?

Your Honor, as a multiple prior felony offender,

and a convicted narcotics trafficker,

Mr. Ingrams faces mandaton/ life.

The People request he be held without bail.

Well, Counselor, I believe a high bail

is appropriate in this case. Name a figure.

The people ask $1 million, Your Honor.

So ordered.

You wanted the whole package, Adam. We delivered.

So far.

But ifthis Ingrams hood walks on a technicality,

all your good work is bupkis.

Offer him man two.

He engineered the death of an infant, for heaven's sake. People will be outraged.

The people will forget this outrage

as soon as the next outrage hits the front page.

The Winters boy isn't the only innocent victim in New York City.

Man two, then go for the maximum at sentencing.

Forget it, Stone.

You don't come running with your hat in your hand

from a position of strength.

You call this a position of strength, Counselor?

We're offering a deal so we can wrap this up,

but if you want to play games...

What games? You got the unsubstantiated testimony

of a little psycho who can't shoot straight.

Let's get something straight here, Mr. Stone.

I'm not in short pants.

T—Ball's testimony isn't enough to convict me.

Probably not. But Ned Kay's will.

Ned Kay?

He won't mess with my thing.

I'm going back to my cell.

( knocks )

Okay, so it's not an even bet.

Even? I wouldn't give you 20 to one.

So Kay stole his money,

but does a jury believe he'd kill him?

Ingrams is a drug dealer.

He doesn't look like a drug dealer.

You want me not to go to trial?

Mr. Kay is still a question mam.

What have you got on his finances?

Is there a federal tax charge?

The IRS.

Uh—uh, we do not let tax evaders walk.

If it's major fraud, he goes to jail.

Come on, Sam, you can still make an example of him.

No, never. Forget about it. Go away.

Take his money, put him in the poorhouse,

treble penalties, but don't send him tojail.

What do you get?

A dealer and a killer off the street.

Okay,

but I want it in writing in letters eight feet high.

When they go for my neck, I want yours in the noose with me.

Tax fraud, Mr. Morton, and your client goes away for 10 years.

10 years in a federal country club?

I can work on my tennis game. It's better than being dead.

Suppose I convince the IRS not to prosecute?

I'll bite. Suppose you do?

They take every dime,

you don't even keep the dishwasher.

But if you testify, you can move to Nebraska

the day the trial is over.

You son of a bitch.

You set this up.

The deal is good for 15 seconds.

I keep the house in Sag Harbor.

No, you don't.

10 seconds.

The Mercedes.

They take the Mercedes.

Five seconds.

(loud ticking)

When you told Mr. Ingrams that you were unable to return his money,

how did he respond?

He indicated he would kill me.

Objection. Indicated?

When Mr. Kay continues, I think you'll find it admissible, Your Honor.

I'll allow it. Go ahead, Mr. Stone.

How did he indicate it, Mr. Kay?

He said he would have my place aired out.

No further questions.

Mr. Kay, you testified Mr. Ingrams said

he'd air your place out.

Could he have meant he'd break all yourwindows?

Don't be ridiculous. Please just stick to yes or no.

This cash you allege came from the defendant——

you said you used it to bail out

one of your own projects, is that right?

Yes.

Well? Did you?

Yes. At least, Itried, but...

But what?

Did your habit interfere with business, Mr. Kay?

Objection, Your Honor.

Sidebar, Your Honor.

What's this about?

I'm going to impeach his credibility, Judge.

He's a cocaine user.

Your Honor, the People are aware of Mr. Kay's '86 arrest,

but he was not convicted. It's not relevant.

It's not admissible.

Do you have an offer of proof, Counselor?

Why don't we just go to the record?

Mr. Stone.

Judge: Go ahead, Mr. Anson.

Mr. Kay,

under the name Edward M. Kayman——

(whispering ) you were convicted

of possession of a controlled substance

in the state of Connecticut in 1984?

In fact, it was cocaine, was it not?

Answer the question, Mr. Kay.

Yes.

And then later you legally changed your name

to Ned Kay, didn't you?

Yes.

Do you still use cocaine, Mr. Kay?

I respectfully

refuse to answer on the...

Are you invoking the Fifth Amendment

against self—incrimination?

Yes, sir.

Did you pay for cocaine

out of any of the $300,000

that you stole from Mr. Ingrams?

I respectfully refuse to answer for the same reason.

You refuse to answer.

But you expect us to believe

that Mr. Ingrams threatened to kill you.

Objection, Your Honor. Sustained.

The jury will disregard that remark.

No further questions.

So after Mr. Ingrams told you to air out the dude's crib, what did you do?

I went up on the roof and smoked some weed.

Then I got the gun from my stash.

Which was where?

In my locker in school.

In school.

And you rented this gun from Dizz I/lfilliams, right?

Then what did you do?

T—Ball: I smoked a little more weed,

then I went over to do the dude.

Which was supposed to be

315 Jameson Place.

Now you knew that

because Michael Ingrams

wrote it out for you, is that true?

Yes.

And why did you go to 315 Jacobs Place?

Answer the question, Mr. Howard.

It was a mistake.

This is the correct address.

Would you read that out to the court, please?

"315

Jameson Place."

Right.

Now would you read this?

Objection. Relevance, Your Honor.

It goes to the factual elements

of the crime charged, Your Honor.

I'll allow it.

Just read the police report.

You don't have to read the big legal words,

just give us the easy ones.

Mr. Howard?

You can't read, can you?

You can't read anything.

No.

No further questions.

Gregory Winters is a victim.

His mother Denise Winters is a victim as well.

And to a lesser extent,

Franklin "T—Ball" Howard

is a victim, too.

A victim of circumstance,

in which he learned how to fire a deadly weapon

before he learned to read.

Then, of course, there is Andrew Winters,

who would have celebrated his first birthday

not long ago.

Now,

maybe we've all become so accustomed

to slaughter in our streets,

in the subways, and our homes...

that it takes the killing of a baby

to snap us out of it.

I don't know

What I do know is that when Michael Ingrams

ordered the contract killing of Ned Kay,

he was ordering the killing of Andrew Winters.

And it doesn't matter that the wrong person was hit——

Michael Ingrams' intent was to kill.

And legally, intent follows the bullet.

In the eyes of the law,

Michael Ingrams is guilty of murder.

In the eyes of society,

he is guilty

of the slaughter of an innocent.

Mr. Stone, do you think the murder conviction

will stand on appeal?

Absolutely. There's no reversible error here.

Michael Ingrams is as guilty of killing that little boy

as if he'd pulled the trigger himself.

( loud chatter)

Mrs. Winters,

were you satisfied with today's verdict?

I'm thinking,

what about the boy who did pull the trigger?

He'll be back out in seven years.

My baby would have been eight years old then.

Would you be satisfied?

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