All language subtitles for Law_and_Order_S25E06[_16279]_Legendas02.ENG

- 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.

- It's good to see you, Matty.
- Hey, you too.

[glasses clink]

It's been a while.

- Yeah, look, I'm sorry
that I never made it

out to Otisville.

- Hey, I get it.

You know, it's a long drive,

plus the old, uh,
prison jumpsuit thing.

- Well, look,
I'm glad you're out, all right?

I mean it.
- Me too. Me too.

Hey, order whatever you want,
all right?

Dinner's on me.

- I appreciate that.

Don't worry about it.
I got it.

- Come on.
Don't do that.

- Do what? What'd I do?

- This whole "I got it" thing.

You know, I'm making
good money, man.

- You're making good money
doing what?

- [laughs]
See? There it is.

- There what is?
What are you talking about?

- That.
- What?

- The lack of trust, man.
- Oh, well, I'm sorry.

I can't imagine
why I would have

a little bit of trouble
trusting you.

- All right, all right,
you make a good point.

But just let me get one,
all right?

- All right, fine.

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- Hey, D!
How you doing, man?

Hey, I want you
to meet my brother, Vince.

- Oh, the cop?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, Vince the cop.

- Yeah, Vinny, I want you
to meet Declan Dell.

- How do you guys know
each other?

- He owns the restaurant
I work at, Lanzo,

and this one too.

- And three others,
but who's counting, right?

- Oh, it's very nice
to meet you.

- I love this guy.
Best waiter I've ever had.

- Aw, come on.
- I mean it.

He could chat up
a cappuccino machine, you know.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
he can talk, no doubt.

[laughter]

- No check for these two, understand?

Dinner's on me.
- D, come on.

- It's the least I can do.

Nice to meet you, Vince.
- Likewise. Thank you.

Oh, seems like a hell of a guy.

- [chuckles]

[distant sirens wailing]

[tense music]

♪

[knife clicks]
- [sighs]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

♪

[siren wails]

- Single gunshot wound
to the back of the head.

- Witnesses?
- One.

She heard the gunshot,
ran over,

saw the body, and called 911.

- She see the suspect?

- All she saw was a man
about 6 feet tall

in a black baseball hat
running north.

- All right,
what about the victim?

- Wallet and phone
were still on his person.

- Name is...

- Declan Dell.

[tense music]

I just met this guy
three hours ago.

- What?

And everything was fine?
- Yeah.

I mean, he seemed like
the happiest guy alive.

♪

[sighs]
All right, uh...

knife--pretty safe bet
that wasn't the shooter's,

so means it was his.

- Which means
he was either paranoid

or knew someone was
looking for him.

♪

- Jesus.
- [sighs] Yeah, I know.

- Can't believe it.
- I was shocked too.

I remember talking to the guy,
and the next minute,

he's there on the pavement, dead.

- Yeah, he--
Declan, he was a good guy.

You know, he looked out for me,
you know,

at a time when, uh,
not everybody did.

- Yeah, well,
he really seemed to like you.

- [chuckles]

Yeah, he was funny.

You know, he just had
one of those personalities.

I mean, he was happy, you know?

He was always upbeat.
He was--

he was always smiling.

- So listen.

We found a switchblade
at the scene.

Pretty sure it was Declan's,
but you got any idea

why he'd be carrying
something like that?

- I mean, it's New York City.

You know,
it's a dangerous place.

- Yeah, but, I mean,

not aware of any threats,
any enemies, nothing like that?

- Nah.

- You sure, Matty?

- What do you mean, am I sure?

- You tell me.

- Tell you what?
What am I supposed to tell you?

[laughs]
You're doing it again.

- Doing what?
What am I doing?

- You're doing
the lack of trust thing, man.

It's what you do.

I worked for the guy, man.
- All right, I'm sorry.

- It's not like
we were married, OK?

- Relax.
I'm asking you a question, OK?

- So you got any leads,
or what?

- Not yet, no.

- Was this thing random,
or was it, uh, something else?

- Don't know.

- Well, I hope you catch
the prick who did it.

Like I said,
Declan was good people.

- All right, well,
you think of anything...

- Hey, Vin.

Just want to say
thanks for coming.

Last night, it was--
you know, meant a lot to me.

- Yeah, it was nice.

- I still can't believe
you met that guy last night.

It's so weird.

- Matt Riley
and the luck of the Irish.

- Hey, check it out--

man running north two blocks
from the crime scene,

wearing a black baseball hat.

- Zoom in.
Maybe we'll get lucky.

And what time was this?

- 9:47, five minutes
after the 911 call.

- Fits the description.

- Yeah, too bad we can't see
his damn face.

- [sighs] What else do we know
about our vic?

- Well, by all appearances,
the guy was crushing it.

He owned five restaurants,
two bars.

Having a lot of fun too.

I mean, he was definitely
living it up.

- Yeah, looks like
everybody loved him.

- Well, not everyone.

Got into his texts.

- Hmm.

- Maybe you two should go see
this Mr. Carson.

- I pitched him a concept
for a new supper club--

dinner, music, jackets, ties.

You know, sort of a throwback
to the '50s.

- And?
- He loved it.

Found an investor.

Guy put in,
like, 3 million bucks.

- So what's the problem?

- I wasn't part of the deal.

Declan cut me out,
so I got pissed.

That's why I sent
that angry text.

- Where were you last night
around 9:30 or so?

- Home, uh,
with my girlfriend.

We had Indian food.
We ordered in.

- So Declan liked to play
a little fast and loose, huh?

- More like
a lot fast and loose.

Like I said,
I actually liked the guy.

But he has no boundaries--
in business, with women.

- Guys like that tend to have
a lot of enemies.

- Sure do.

- Can you think
of anyone specific?

- Yeah, a guy named
Howard Fisher.

- What's the story there?
Declan screw him too?

- More like his wife.

- Yes, Declan and I,
we had a thing for a minute.

It was really fun.

- Your husband know?
- No.

- Well, then why did you
send Declan this text

two days before he died,

saying it was time
to end things now?

- Sounds like
something happened.

- Somebody find out?

Maybe your husband?
- No. Howard has no idea.

He spends most of his time
in Vegas.

- Was he in Vegas last night?
- Yes.

- Then why the need
to end things so suddenly?

- [scoffs] I got tired
of him asking for money.

At first,
I thought he was kidding,

but then he started
acting desperate,

like he needed money.

I'm the wrong girl for that.

I married a 76-year-old
casino tycoon, sweetie.

I get money.
I don't give it.

- All right,
so how did Declan react

when you broke things off?

- He barely blinked.

He moved fast.

- Well, is there anything else
you can think of

that might be helpful?

- Three nights ago, he got
a really scary phone call.

Guy on the other end said
he was gonna kill him.

Declan was terrified.

- Declan's gal pal said
the scary call came in

around midnight on the 15th.

I checked the phone records.

There was only one
incoming call around that time.

- So far, so good.

- Yeah, well,
don't get too excited.

The number connects
back to a burner.

And I tried to track
the registration number,

but no luck.

- Let's focus
on Declan's personal life.

We know
that he owned restaurants

and that he dated
married women.

- Had some massive
credit card bills too.

I mean, 150 grand here,
100 there.

Like--yeah, this.

39 grand to PFF Jet Corp,

another 43 grand,
Rexford Private Aviation.

- Was he really that wealthy?
- Not even close.

The dude had three accounts
at New York Bank Corp--

all of them underwater,

and one brokerage account--
total value, about 40K.

- That's not nearly enough
to be flying private.

- This guy--he also loved
to gamble, apparently.

He had five accounts online,

four of which were either
in the red or closed out.

- Hmm, if I were a betting man,
or woman--

which at one point,
I actually was--

I would bet
that that scary call

was about his gambling problem.

- Did you know
that Declan was gambling?

- I had a hunch.

- You had a hunch, or you knew?
- I knew.

- All right, you knew.
How did you know?

- Come on, Vin, I'm over here
trying to mind my own business.

You know, I got a good job.
I'm making good money.

- What does that have
to do with anything?

Wait a sec. Were you involved?
- No, not really.

I mean, sort of.

- Just tell me what you know.

- [laughs] It's not
that scandalous, all right?

We just--you know, we played
in the same poker game, is all.

- Oh, my God.
What?

- See, this is why
I don't tell you things--

because I knew
you were gonna get mad, Vin.

- I'm not mad.
- No?

- You're on parole, man.
- All right, I understand.

I'm just saying I played
in the game twice, all right?

It's not a big deal, you know.
- [groans] All right, fine.

So... you play in this game
with Declan.

- Yeah.

- Did anything happen there
that I need to know about?

- Yeah, but, you know,
like you said, I'm on parole.

And, I mean, this game
is not strictly--

- Jesus, will you just
tell me what you know?

Come on, man, you said that
Declan was good to you, right?

That you liked him.

So what, you're gonna go silent
and not help us

find the guy
that shot your friend?

- All right, look,
there was a game

a few nights before the murder,

and I saw Declan
and some other guy,

you know, getting into it

near the hallway
by the bathroom.

- Over what?
- Money.

I heard the other guy say
something like, you know,

time to pay up,
something like that.

- Tell me exactly what he said.

- He said, time to pay up,

or I'm gonna put your ass
in the ground.

And then, uh--and then
he shoved Declan into the wall.

- And then what happened?

- And then, you know,
that was it.

Some dude broke it up.

- You know the guy's name
who threatened him?

- No.

- You remember
what he looked like?

- He was a big Black dude,
about 35 maybe.

He had a big scar on his face.

- What about the guy
who broke it up?

- Basketball player.

Kid's got a hell
of a jump shot.

[shoes squeaking,
basketballs thudding]

- Hey, Andre Walker.

- No autographs today, folks.
- We're not here about that.

We're here to talk to you
about Declan Dell.

- Apparently Mr. Dell
and another guy,

a Black man, about 35,
with a scar on his face,

got into an argument
at the fancy poker game

you play in.

- Don't know nothing about it.
- Really?

Because we were told you were
the one who broke it up.

- Yeah, well,
you must have heard wrong.

- Hey,
we're homicide detectives

investigating a murder here.

Did you see Declan Dell
get into an argument

the other night?

- If you're asking me
if I knew a dude

that matches
your guy's description,

the answer is yes.

His name's Shane.
He runs the game.

- Runs it?
- He's in charge.

Makes sure
there's enough players,

organizes food and drink,

loans people money
when they're tapped,

and takes a cut of the pot.

This dude is serious,
if you know what I mean,

which is why I don't
really engage with him.

Look, I'm done talking,
all right?

- Oh, hang on, hang on.

Last name?

[tense music]

We don't care
about the poker game, Shane.

We care about Declan Dell.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Man, that's a shame.

Declan, he was a good dude.

- If he was such a good dude,
why'd you threaten him?

The other night?
Shove him up against a wall?

- [chuckles]

I don't know nothing
about that.

- Does he owe you any money?
- Yeah.

I mean, so do a lot of people.

It comes with the gig,
you know?

Players need some cash,
yeah, I lend it to 'em.

Keeps the game going.

- Where were you
two nights ago,

around 9:30 p.m.?

- I was in a bar in Harlem...

with two friends.

Hey, I got pictures on my phone
if you want to see them.

- East River Alehouse,
time stamp, 9:24 p.m.

- Okay.

So, apparently,
he's not the shooter.

- Hey, Lou, check this out.
This is new video.

This is from a street cam

three blocks north
of the crime scene,

same guy, 7 minutes
after the 911 call.

I mean, it looks like
he's tossing the murder weapon

into that dumpster.
- Yeah.

- He looks familiar.

- Sure does.

Call the East River Alehouse.

- Yeah.

[door opens]

- Okay, so those two guys
in the picture,

they're your friends, right?

[door closes]
- Yeah.

- And they can verify that
you were with them that night?

- I don't see why not.

- I can.
- Excuse me?

- I can see
why they couldn't verify

that you were there
with them that night.

- How's that?
- Because you weren't.

- The East River Alehouse
has internal security cameras,

and you weren't there, Shane.

- The photos you showed us
were fake,

which means your alibi is fake,

which means
you're under arrest.

Stand up.

- Let's go.
- Hey.

- Shane Willis,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Declan Dell.

- The case is strong,
but it's not perfect.

- What do we have?

- Well, so far, we got a video
of a man who looks like Shane

in the area of the crime scene

five minutes
after the 911 call,

and we've got a video
of the same person

tossing what looks
to be the murder weapon

into a dumpster one block north
a few minutes later.

- It's a good start.

- We can also prove
that Shane's alibi is a lie.

The photos on his phone
were fake.

- All right, uh, motive?

- He owed Shane money,
and we have a witness

who saw him threaten
to kill Declan

two nights before the murder.

- [chuckles] Sounds
pretty damn perfect to me.

- Yeah, well, I'm not sure

how much you're gonna like
this next bit.

The witness who heard
the threat is my brother, Matt.

- Matt, the one--

- Who lied to you
and screwed you over, yeah.

But listen, I've already--
I've spoken to him.

He knows what's what.
He's not gonna--

- No, I can't use him.
We've been down that road.

- Yeah, okay, the reason
he heard the threat

is, he was playing
in this poker game,

which right there,
that violates his parole--

- That's not my concern.

- We talked to his
parole officer, who assured us

that if Matt is working
with the DA's office,

he's not gonna send him back.

- Like I just said,
that is not my concern.

[dramatic music]

But we need more evidence.

♪

- I thought I told you--
I'm not trying to get involved.

I don't snitch.
It's bad for business.

- You know what else
is bad for business?

Getting arrested
for obstruction

and letting
the whole world know

that Andre Walker
plays poker for lots of money.

- Didn't hurt Charles Barkley.
- Barkley?

You ain't exactly
Charles Barkley, now, are you?

- I still ain't talking.

And if you subpoena me,

I'll invoke
my Fifth Amendment right

to remain silent
and not incriminate myself.

- I didn't know
he was a lawyer.

- I'm not, but I do got
a good one on retainer.

And they said
if I take my Fifth,

there ain't nothing you can do.

- I wouldn't be too sure
about that.

- I mean, why force us
to get creative

or vindictive?

Why don't you just
work with us,

give us what we need?

- Look...

I'm willing to work
with you, if...

my name stays out of this.

- We can work with that.

- Yeah, you give us the name
of the other players

that were at the game
that night,

and we'll do our part
to convince the DA's office

not to subpoena you.

- Okay.

- We talked
to six different people

that were at the poker game
that night--

a judge, heart surgeon,
two hedge fund managers,

a real estate developer,
and a Hollywood producer.

None of them heard
or saw the altercation.

None of them claimed to have
any pre-existing knowledge

of the victim owing
the defendant money.

- Do you believe them?
- No.

But then, I'm a bit jaded.

- What about, uh, this Andre,
the basketball player?

He saw the altercation, right?

- Yeah, according
to Riley's brother.

But he's also not cooperating.
He says he didn't see a thing.

- It sounds like we need
to put a little pressure

on these fine fellows.

- Worth a try.

[elevator dings]

- I just got a call
from Judge Atkins.

Said you threatened
to subpoena him?

- Oh, that's nonsense.

No, I, uh, simply asked him
a few questions

about the poker game.

And he told me to go to hell,

as did all the other men
who were there that night.

- So you threatened
to subpoena them?

- I did not use
those exact words.

But I'm just trying
to do my job, Nick.

I'm just trying
to find evidence

that can help us get
a conviction.

- But these men
already told the police

they don't know anything.

- That doesn't mean
they're telling the truth.

- But it does mean they're
not interested in cooperating,

regardless of what they know.

And if you force them,
they'll just take the Fifth,

so what's the point?

Why burn bridges for no reason?

- Right, I guess I'm looking
at things a little differently.

- Meaning what?

- Meaning, uh, I'm not running
for re-election.

- This isn't political.
It's practical.

There's a difference.

- Fine, I will move on.

But I'm afraid
at the moment, anyway,

this case isn't winnable.

We need something else,
or someone else,

to make sense of all
the circumstantial evidence.

- Like Matt Riley?
- Not a reliable witness.

- I know he's not perfect,
and the defense

will have a field day
with him on cross,

but it's worth a shot.

- I'm not sure
that's a good idea.

- You have a better one?

- [stammers]

- So let's roll the dice
on Matt.

[tense music]

You know...

you need to be
a bit more trusting, Nolan.

It'll serve you well.

♪

- The evidence will establish
beyond a reasonable doubt

that the defendant ran
a high-stakes poker game

in which players
could win or lose

hundreds of thousands
of dollars.

The defendant also loaned
players money, if needed, at...

[chuckles]
An exorbitant interest rate.

Declan Dell was
one of those players.

But Declan didn't, or couldn't,

pay off this debt,

so the defendant shot
and killed him.

We have a witness who can
testify to this as well--

a witness who heard
the defendant threaten

to kill Mr. Dell
if he didn't pay off his debt

two days prior to the murder.

If nothing else, the defendant
is a man of his word.

- Shane Willis did not kill
Declan Dell.

For starters,
there's no physical evidence

connecting Mr. Willis
to this case.

There's no murder weapon,
no blood evidence.

The people's entire case

hinges on the testimony
of a convicted felon.

So, please, listen
to the evidence very closely.

Ask yourselves this--

did the people establish
beyond a reasonable doubt

that Mr. Willis killed
Declan Dell?

Now, I am highly confident
the answer to that question

will be a resounding no.

♪

- Can you tell us what time and
date this video was recorded?

- 9:47 p.m., August 17th.

- What time and date
was Mr. Dell shot?

- 9:42 p.m., August 17th.

- And where was
this video taken?

- This is from a retail store
on 23rd Street.

The man that you see
in the monitor there

is running down 23rd Street
near 11th Avenue.

- And about how far is that
from the location

where Mr. Dell was shot?

- About two blocks,
give or take.

- [sighs]

[key clacks]

Where and when
was this video taken?

- This is from a block north,
on 24th Street, at 9:49 p.m.

- Can you describe
what you just saw?

- Objection.

The jury can make
its own determination.

- Your Honor, I'm simply asking
for Detective Riley's opinion

as a veteran police officer.

- Please simply describe
what you just watched.

And I don't want to hear any
names mentioned, understand?

- I see a tall Black man
in his 30s

tossing a gun into a dumpster

three blocks north
of the crime scene,

seven minutes
after the shooting.

- Nothing further.

- It's impossible
for you to be certain

that Shane Willis is the man
in either of those video clips.

- Maybe, but it sure looks
like him.

- Ah, 'cause he's young
and Black?

- Your Honor, argumentative.
- Sustained.

- Withdrawn.

You stated that the man
in the video

appears to be tossing a gun
into the dumpster.

But, again, that's impossible
to determine, correct?

- Mr. Price asked me
what I saw--

- But you can't be certain
it was a gun.

It was dark.

The--the camera's
over 75 feet away.

Now, the man in that video
could have been tossing

a candy bar or a cell phone.

- But people don't tend
to toss away candy bars

or cell phones, do they?

They do, however, tend
to toss away murder weapons.

- Your Honor.

- The jury will disregard

Detective Riley's
last statement.

- One last question,
Detective--

did the police search
that dumpster?

- Yes.

- Oh.
Did they find a gun?

- No.

- Hmm.

Nothing further.

♪

- Hey, what's up?

What?

Yeah, all right,
just stay inside.

Keep the door locked.
I'm on my way.

- Hey, you didn't have
to come over.

- Tell me what happened.

- You know,
it's probably nothing, but...

I saw this guy following me
yesterday afternoon

about a block
from my apartment--

you know, Black dude.

I didn't think too much of it
at the time, but then...

you know, then I see him
again today

around the, uh, corner
from that coffee shop I like.

- Did he say anything?
- No, no, no, no.

He just gave me that look,

you know, like he's trying
to send me the message.

- You think he might be
connected to Shane?

- I mean, you know...
[chuckles]

It's possible.
I don't know.

- All right, well, listen,
if you're worried,

I can have a uniform officer

and a patrol car parked
out front, keep an eye on you.

- What, am I worried about it?
Please.

- Let me arrange something
for you, man.

- Nah, it's fine.
I don't need a bodyguard.

- If you think you saw
somebody following you--

- Maybe I didn't, all right?

Maybe I'm just losing
my friggin' mind over here.

- What are you doing?

You getting cold feet
or something?

- Come on, am I what?

- This guy following you,
is this gonna be the reason

why you don't show up
to court again?

- What are you talking about?

- Do not play with me, Matt,
you hear me?

I don't care
who's following you

or who's not following you.

When Price calls,

you get your ass to court,
and you tell the truth.

- Hey, take it easy, all right?
You're reading me all wrong.

- Don't you worry
about how I'm reading things.

You worry about you right now.
You got two years.

- Yeah, I know what I got.
- You got two years.

- I know what I got!
- Get to court.

Do what you got to do.

♪

[door opens, closes]

- The defendant said he was
at a bar in Harlem

with two friends.

He then sent me
two photographs of himself

and the two other men.

- Are these the two photos?
- Yes.

- Did you investigate
the veracity of these photos?

- Yes.
- And what did you determine?

- That the defendant was not

at the East River Alehouse
that evening

between 8:00 and 10:00 p.m.

- Did anyone
from the NYPD Crime Lab

investigate these two photos?

- Yes.
- What did they determine?

- That the image
of the defendant

was inserted into the photo
using artificial intelligence.

- Thank you.

Nothing further.

- No questions.

- You are dismissed.
Thank you.

- Your witness isn't here.
- Excuse me?

- Your witness, Matthew Riley,
he's not present.

- Mr. Price?

- The people request
a brief recess.

- Very well.
We'll take a ten-minute recess.

[gavel bangs]

- Vince, it's me.
- Yeah, what's up?

- Your brother is not here.

- You got to be kidding me.
- No, I'm afraid not.

- Damn it. All right, um--

- Vince. Vince.
- I'm talking to Price.

- Yeah, you need to talk to me.
Hang up. Hang up.

- Okay. All right.
All right. All right.

Nolan, you have my word,
I will track him down.

So just hang tight,
and, uh, I'm sorry.

- Okay. Bye.
- Thank you. Bye.

- Okay, I just got a call.

Your brother, Matt--
- Yeah, I know.

- He's been stabbed.

[dramatic music]

- What do you mean?
When?

- Um...
- Is he all right?

- [stammers]
- Is he all right?

- I just spoke
to a patrol officer.

He said it was serious,

but they sent him
to Clearview Medical Center,

and they're doing
everything they can.

♪

- All right, um...

♪

[indistinct announcement
over PA]

- Excuse me.

I'm looking for Matt Riley.
I'm his brother.

Somebody just brought him in.
- Yes, I'm his doctor.

I just operated on him.
- Is he okay?

- He suffered three severe
puncture wounds to the chest.

He lost a lot of blood,

and there appears to be
some damage to the lungs.

He's still in recovery,
so no visitors yet.

- Is he gonna make it, though?

- His injuries are substantial.

- Is he gonna make it?
- I don't know.

But we're doing
everything we can.

- All right.

- How's he doing?

- He just woke up an hour ago.

Still got him sedated, so...

- Has the assailant
been arrested?

- Nope.

- You have reason to believe

that this is connected
to the current case?

- I mean, he's getting ready
to testify in a murder trial.

Someone stabs him while
he's getting a cup of coffee?

Come on, man.
- But there's no evidence?

- Well, there's--no, there's
nothing concrete, but--

look, he called me yesterday.

He was all shaken up.

He said he thought he saw
someone following him.

I didn't believe him.

I thought he was doing
what he always does, you know,

try to weasel his way
out of testifying.

[dramatic music]

But he wasn't.

♪

- Well, I hope he's okay.
- Yeah.

- If there's anything
I can do...

- Thanks.

♪

- Trying to take out a witness?
No, that's a line in the sand.

We need to find the perp
and then bury Shane Willis.

- Agreed.

But for now,
we're in a bit of a bind.

Matt Riley was our key witness.

And as you recall,
you didn't want me

to pursue
the other potential witnesses.

- I didn't want you to harass
the other potential witnesses.

If there's evidence
that suggests

any one of these men
actually has information

that can help convict
Shane Willis, go for it.

Subpoena them.

But if you just want
to scare one of them

into doing something he's
never gonna do, then move on.

Is that not satisfactory?

- Excuse me?

- You seem unimpressed
with my answer.

- No, that's not it.

- Then what is it?

Please, speak freely.

- [sighs]
Sometimes, uh...

it's--it's hard for me

to understand
where you're coming from.

I just--I don't think
the way you do.

- I know.

♪

We need to buy some time.

The more, the better.

♪

- We have reason to believe
Matt Riley's stabbing

is connected
to the present case.

- "Reason to believe"?
What the hell does that mean?

- It means we have evidence
that he was being followed--

- Okay, okay,
what kind of evidence?

- He called his brother,
a New York homicide detective,

told him a Black man
had been following him

for the past two days.

- Wow.

Do you have any proof
that this Black man

was indeed following him,
or was it just a coincidence?

And even if this Black man
was indeed following him,

can you prove
that he was the assailant

and that my client
is somehow involved?

- The police
are still investigating.

- So the answer's no.

Your Honor, you can't put
this trial on pause.

- Someone just tried to kill
a damn witness,

and you're telling me
that I shouldn't press pause

so that he and the police
can investigate?

- I'm saying there's no proof,

that he's basing
this so-called connection

entirely on the fact

that the assailant
is African American.

- No, he's basing it
on the fact

that the victim was
an hour away from testifying

against your client
in a murder trial.

This trial will resume
in seven days.

- All of the people who claim
to have seen the stabbing

have suddenly gone silent.

- We don't need them.
I got video.

- What?
- It's from an Argus cam

near the crime scene.

The angle is perfect.

- What's up?

- We found footage
of the attack.

But I don't--I don't think
you need to see this.

- I'm good.
- Vince.

- I'm good.

- Okay.

[key clacks]

Here's Matt entering
from the right.

♪

[keys clacking]

And here's the perp.

♪

- Run facial rec right away.
- Okay.

♪

Let's go.

- Ready? Hit it.

- NYPD!
- NYPD!

Hands up! On the ground!
- I got him!

♪

[both grunting]

♪

- Not so tough
without the knife, are you?

- Okay.
Enough! Vince!

Vince, enough!
- All right.

- Enough, Vince!
- All right. All right. Okay.

- Hey.
- All right, all right.

[handcuffs clicking]

- We have video of you
attacking Matthew Riley.

- Nah, you got
the wrong person.

- We also found blood
on your pants...

and your shirt.

I'm pretty sure
it's gonna be a match.

- I'd prefer she didn't lie.

- She's doing her job.

- So the only thing
we have to discuss here

is how you want to handle it.

You can tell us
why you attacked Mr. Riley

or who told you
to attack Mr. Riley.

- I didn't stab nobody.

- Don't be stupid.

I mean, now is your time
to make a deal, right now.

You're, like,
the world's luckiest criminal,

because that guy you stabbed,
he's still alive.

So if you just come clean

and tell us
what we already know,

which is that Shane Willis
paid you to do this,

there's a really good chance

you can walk out of here
a free man.

- She's dancing
close to the line.

- I know.
Let her dance for now.

- What's it gonna be?

- I told you,
I ain't stabbed nobody.

- Yeah, I heard
what you told me.

You need to listen
to what I'm telling you.

- I'm done talking.

Lawyer.

- Get a warrant
for his electronic devices.

- [sighs]
Based on what?

- The facial rec.

- All right, I'll try.

But most courts don't consider
facial rec sufficient basis--

- Then find something
that is sufficient.

- I tried.
- I know.

Once he lawyers up,
we can take another run at him.

- [sighs]
I don't know.

I think he's pretty committed
to keeping his mouth shut.

- How's Riley's brother doing?

Is he gonna make it?

- Hey, big brother.

- Some guys
will really do anything

for a little attention, huh?

- [chuckles, coughs]

- How you feeling, bud?

- I've been better,
that's for sure.

[breathes deeply]

Now they're telling me
I got this, um...

I don't know,
bacterial infection,

something like that.

- [sighs]

I'm sorry, man.

[somber music]

I didn't think
anyone was following you.

I didn't believe you.

- I should have had you
stay at my place.

I should have gotten you
out of the neighborhood.

I should have had
a patrol car out front.

There's a million things
I could have--

- I want to testify.

♪

I want to bury this bastard.

- You sure?

- Oh, I'm sure.

Only thing is,

these doctors are telling me
I'm stuck here for a while.

- That's not a problem.

- Good.

♪

- People call Matt Riley.

- Do you solemnly swear
that the testimony

you're about to give will be
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

- I do.

- Mr. Riley, we appreciate

your dedication
and commitment.

- Yeah, sure.
Not a problem.

- Sir, do you know
the defendant, Shane Willis?

- No, not really,

but I've seen him
at this, uh, poker game

I played at a few times.

- Do you see Mr. Willis
here in the court today?

- Yeah, he's sitting
right at the defense table.

- When'd you last see him?

- At that poker game
I was just telling you about.

- Did you happen to see him
talking to Declan Dell

that evening?
- Yeah.

- Can you describe
what you saw?

- I was in the bathroom,

and I saw him, Shane,
yelling at Declan,

and then he, uh...
he shoved him in the wall,

and he was getting
all up in his face.

You know, he was real upset.

- And what did he say
to Mr. Dell?

- He said, time to pay up,

or I'm gonna put you
in the ground.

- Thank you.
Nothing further.

- Mr. Riley,
you were recently released

from Otisville State Prison, correct?

- [chuckles]
Sure was.

- And you were there because
you sold unregistered handguns?

- Yeah, you got me.

- And because you committed
perjury in a murder trial?

- No.

No, I was never convicted
of that, so that's not true.

- But you were charged
with perjury?

- I mean, yeah, charged.

- Mr. Riley, you've also been
arrested for drug possession

and driving
under the influence.

- [scoffs] What, are you gonna
read my whole rap sheet?

Yeah.

- Now, were you using drugs
or alcohol at this poker game?

- No.

- Even though there were ample
drugs and alcohol available--

- No, there were no drugs.
I mean, some liquor maybe.

- Ah.

But you didn't drink?

- No.

No, drinking makes me
lose focus.

I was there to win money,
all right?

I wasn't there to get drunk.
But you know what?

I did win about 14 grand
that night,

so I went out
and I got drunk after.

[chuckles]

- Okay.

Your brother is a NYPD
homicide detective, correct?

- Yeah, correct.

Vincent Riley,
Detective, First Grade.

That means
he's the best of the best.

- And he was involved
with this investigation, yes?

- Yeah.

- And he asked you to testify?

- Yeah.

- Because he wanted
to win this case

and he knew that you would do
everything possible

to help him win this case, yes?

- You kidding me right now?

No way. Not even close.

Vinny's not like that.

He's the most stand-up guy
I know.

[chuckles]
No, all he did was ask me

if I saw Declan at the game
that night, and I said yes.

And then I told him
what I saw and what I heard,

and that's it,
and that's all that happened.

And just to be clear on this,

my brother would never ask me
to lie for him, never.

For you to suggest
that he would

tells me you don't know
my brother...

'cause he's
so much better than that.

[soft music]

- Nothing further.

♪

- Will the accused
and counsel please rise?

♪

Members of the jury,
have you agreed on a verdict?

- We have.

We find the defendant,
Shane Willis,

guilty of murder
in the second degree.

- What?

What? What?
Hey, get off me, man.

Hey, you promised me.
You said "guarantee."

- Thank you for your service.
- Damn, man!

- We are adjourned.
- Get your hands off me.

[indistinct chatter]

- Your brother did
a hell of a job.

[cell phone buzzing]

- Yeah.

Hey.

What's going on?

Nurse said he took a turn
for the worse, but that's it.

What does that mean?

Does he--does he need
more surgery or--

- No, there were
some complications

due to his bacterial infection.

We had to medically induce
a coma.

- What?

- If I'm being honest,
it doesn't look too good.

[dramatic music]

- Can I see him?
- Yeah.

♪

[monitors beeping]

♪

- You did good, Matty.
[sniffles]

♪

You did really good.

[sniffles]

I love you.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]