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(male 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.

(Alex)
Blast him, Angel.

No, man,
he's gone down the hole.

Well, drop down to green level.
Nuke 'em. Nuke 'em.

Yes! 827 kills.
| think that's a record.

Come on, man. | gotta go.
My mom's gonna kill me.

(Mrs. Abel) She can't stand it anymore.
Says they're too big.

My Joanna's always wanted to be bigger,
since high school.

She is kind of flat, dear. The boys used to call her
button-boobs.

Now, | tell her God made them that way.
She still wants them bigger.

[people chattering]

How old's Joanna now, 347

Here we go again.

She'll never find love,
okay?

I'll see you tomorrow,
Ida.

She thinks I'm talking love,
Trixie. | was talking husband.

[gun fires]

[screaming]

(boy)
Angel.

(boy)
Help me!

(man)
Somebody call the cops.

(boy)
Help me!

Oh, my God.

(Mrs. Abel) He knocked me down. Animals!
Don't move. Don't move.

He didn't shoot me. It's my hip.
My hip hurts.

Ida, look.

[crowd chattering]

| Know you're in pain, but can you tell me anything
about the man who pushed you?

(Newman) How's your breathing,
Mrs. Abel?

I'm fine.

My hip hurts. He ran right at me.
He didn't see me.

He was looking
over his shoulder.

Did you get
a good look at him?

| think he was Puerto Rican, but they never
used to bother us.

My husband says
it's worse than Beirut.

(Newman)
Let's get her out of here.

| wanna go with her.
Officer Banks will take you.

(Logan) You'd tell me if he was
selling drugs, right?

(Alex)
No way.

Honest, man,
we were just going home.

Then, bam, bam,
Angel was down.

He didn't do nothing.

He was talking about going to San Juan
to visit his uncle.

Fellas, stick around. Reynolds, let them
keep warm in the car.

(Reynolds) Sure.
They didn't see anybody.

They think the shots
came from across the street. .

but there's no shell casings.

[police radio chattering]

(Logan)
Angel Ramirez, 14 years old.

Park North Junior High.

His friends say he was a good student.
No drugs, if you believe them.

Well, what is it? A drive-by? A hit?
The latter.

Right through the neck.
Hit the carotid artery.

No line, no waiting,
you're gone.

Let's get him up.
Got it.

[siren wailing]

Fourteen years old.

Pretty soon we'll be passing out vests
in kindergarten.

No, it's not true.
Not my Angel.

Lila,
he was with Alex and Leon.

I'm calling Leon's mother now.
I'm sure it's a mistake.

[phone dialing]

I'm sorry, Mrs. Ramirez.

[phone rattles]

[gasping]

I'm sorry.

[door shuts]

Angel, he doesn't hang
with no bad kids.

He didn't have no troubles.

(Briscoe) It is possible someone
was out to get him.

Was your son
a member of a gang?

Was he into drugs at all?
Please, listen.

He's Prefect of Sodality
at the church.

He gets good grades.

They say maybe he even
gets a scholarship. NYU.

He can stay at home.

He can stay.

He can stay.
Oh, God. He can stay.

[sobbing]

Angel Ramirez was a saint.

Park North says
he never even got detention.

Some saints were sinners first.
A contract on a 14-year-old?

A shot clean through the neck. That's a drive-by,
anh accident?

No, | think it's more like a thunderstorm.
You know, like an act of God.

You take a walk,
you get rained on...

but you take another walk, you get a bullet
through your skull.

Kid had no record. | met his parents.
| don't buy it.

No one put
a hit on this kid.

What's with him?
It was a long night.

Aren't they all?
CSU found one of the slugs.

Nine-millimeter, but it was smashed
into the concrete.

It's untraceable.
What about this withess?

She spent the night
at Saint Theresas.

It's hard to tell
what she saw.

If she can move,
get her in here.

Show her every picture we've got.
While she's looking, you pray.

Mrs. Abel is gonna pull
our man for us, aren't you?

Can | get you some more tea?
No, thank you.

Now, my eyesight's good.
It runs in the family.

But he was going very fast.

You see anybody
in there you like?

Maybe him.

It could be him.

And maybe this one, too.

You go out and arrest
those animals, right now.

Hey, Navarez is dead,
hit by the DEA.

Yeah, is he still there?

You sure? All right, next case:
Domingo, Juan.

Thanks a lot, Joey.
SID 59643,

Melendez is in Greenhaven.
Murder and rape.

Thank you very much,
Mrs. Abel.

Yeah?

He had what?

[grunts]

Right.

Right. Thank you.

Juan Domingo...

a couple of misdemeanors, marijuana, criminal possession
weapon four.

Guess what the weapon was?
Colt Anaconda.

Hey, that's a nice snake. You shoot down planes
with that sucker.

Now, guess where he lives. Seven blocks
from the shooting...

103rd and Lex. Thank you very much,
Mrs. Abel.

[banging on door]

Juan Domingo.
Police. Open up.

Jo [Latin music
playing on stereo]

(cop #1)
Go! Go! Go!

(cop #2)
Go!

(man) Clear!
Hey, what the hell?

Hey, hold it!
Don't even breathe.

I'm cool. Don't shoot. (Briscoe)
Mike.

No nine-millimeter.

What did you do, Juan?
Take down some gun dealer?

Chill. | am a dealer.

Let me put my hands down.
I'll prove it.

Go aghead.

Hey, that's not a good idea.

[music stops]

He's not kidding. (Domingo)
Federal firearms license. .

State of New York,
permit to possess and sell.

Good till '96.

Hold it. It says you're from Monticello?
Yeah, | got customers here.

My FFL says | transport
to sale location.

Now, what do you want?

Where were you yesterday afternoon?
Minding my own business.

Delivered a Mauser
to a customer on 91 and Lex.

Yeah, and then you went to the antiques show
at the armory.

Don't quit your day job, man. Look, | didn't shoot
that kid on 95th.

| was just walking up the ‘ard, and, wham,
kid got whacked...

so I'm moving.
Right into a little old lady.

And, of course,
you were alone.

Look, ask the dudes
with the homeboy.

It's too bad.
He was just a kid, you know?

It's a crazy jungle
out there.

Rule number one:
scram when they jam.

You're gonna be jamming
at the precinct with us.

Look, I'm a businessman. Yeah and your
state license says...

your guns must be secured by locks at all times.
Let's go.

Get Mr. Domingo the executive suite
down at central booking.

Come on, kid.

No felony record, $30...

and a social security number
gets you a resale license.

For $75, you can sell Howitzers
to Qadhafi.

How does he get a state license?
Lives in Monticello?

A lot of Hispanics up there.
They work the resorts.

I'm sure Mr. Domingo
looks respectable.

[knocking]

Excuse me.
This gun dealer, Domingo....

Now, | don't Know if this fits, all right?
But | talked to the 33.

Ten days ago there was a hit.
107 and Lex.

Some sleaze
who deals in hot guns.

Domingo lives there.

The shooting took place
in an alley.

(Profaci) There was a witness,
Ricky Morales.

Any joy for us here?

This kid was supposed to come in and look
at a police line-up.

Then, bang, drive-by in front of his school,
Saint Matthews Prep.

Who do you think
the suspect was in the hit?

Your noted entrepreneur,
Juan Domingo.

The Morales kid is supposed
to identify Domingo...

and now he's dead?
Mount Sinai.

Bullet's gone, and so are the use
of his legs.

And, big surprise,
so is his memory.

Go. Go.

(Ricky)
| got nothing to say.

Last time
| talked to badges...

look what it got me.

Hey, slow down. We're on your side.
I'm slow.

I'm going to be slow
for the rest of my life.

(Logan)
Listen, we know what happened.

You saw Juan Domingo
shoot another gun dealer.

Unfortunately, he shot you so you
wouldn't tell the cops.

(Briscoe) And it looked like you were
buying a gun from Domingo.

We're not busting you for a hot gun, Ricky,
but you can put Domingo away.

Look, | never saw this Domingo guy.
| didn't buy a gun.

Well, did you ever hear
of a kid named Angel Ramirez?

It's the kid who got killed,
right? Yeah, | saw it on TV.

He didn't go to Saint Matthews,
and | don't know him.

Funny thing, the night
Angel Ramirez got killed...

Domingo was there, too.
Right next to him.

We thought maybe you could
tell us why, huh?

| told you, we didn't see Domingo
shoot anybody.

(Logan)
We?

| thought you said
you were the only one there.

Look, | meant we, us,
everybody on the block.

(Briscoe)
Who's "we," Ricky?

Who else saw Domingo
shoot the other dealer?

Look, | wanna go back
to the sunroom. Nurse?

Nurse?

(Briscoe)
He said, "we."

We didn't see Domingo shoot anybody.
Yeah, so who's "we"?

And how does it tie in with the kid we saw dying
oh the street?

Wait a minute, Lennie.
Wait a minute.

Two weeks ago, the kid upstairs
witnesses a murder.

He had to be with somebody else.
Then he gets shot.

Yeah, then the other witness
gets scared...

because he thinks maybe he's next.
Right.

So the other withess
shoots first, but he misses...

hits the kid on the street.

Right?
Right.

The Morales kid, upstairs.
He goes to Saint Matthews.

Let's see
who his friends are.

It's terrible about Ricky. He's a good student.
Very popular.

His father
is a Subway motorman.

He works two jobs
to send him here.

Could any of Ricky's friends
have guns...

maybe even bring them
to school?

This is Saint Matthews,
Detective.

[knocking on door]

Charles, | was just telling the detectives
about our security.

Charles uses one of those
metal-detector wands. ..

on the boys as they come in.

We've never found any guns,
have we?

Just that switchblade
last fall.

(Whalen) The boy had detention
for a month...

and we kicked him off
the swim team.

Ricky's homeroom teacher says
these are his friends.

It's just not possible any of these boys
could have anything to do...

with a murder investigation. (Logan)
Easy gig, huh, Charles?

We got our hands full, what with fights
after school and all.

So maybe the Monsignor here is a little bit optimistic
about no guns?

I'm not saying he's wrong, but | wouldn't be surprised
at anything.

| Know our boys don't carry guns,
and | know what else we'll do.

Let's take this list
of Ricky's friends...

and check their lockers.
Will that make you happy?

It's not about being happy, Father,
but since you offered.

"Number 462, Jimmy Todd."

[locker rattling]

Detective, be my guest.

"Number 447, Kevin Parker."

Detective? (Briscoe)
Nothing here.

Nothing here, either.
| told you.

Charles,
"Number 441, Billy Wojak."

[locker rattling]

The boy's 16. He's never been in trouble.
This is trouble, Counselor.

(Logan) Four guns, four charges,
Billy.

(Cox)
Stop scaring him.

(Cox) Suppose he just holds guns
for other kids.

| assure you, you won't find his prints
onh them.

Billy doesn't have a gun.
| would know.

(Cox)
Aileen.

Bill, they don't wanna
arrest you.

Just tell them
who the guns belong to.

| don't know how they got there.
| never saw them before.

(Logan) This is a nine-millimeter
Glock.

We think this is the gun used to kill a boy
named Angel Ramirez.

(Logan) How do you feel
about that Billy?

Maybe somebody did
put the guns in his locker.

| don't rat on my friends.

(Briscoe) Explain it to your client,
Counselor.

If we find out this gun
was used to commit a crime...

you're looking at
accessory to murder.

(Cox)
Come on.

Without prints,
it's barely possession.

| guess we need prints.

Billy rides with us. You know the address.
Let's go.

He say anything after you book him?
Only a lot of tears.

He's covering. His mother's covering.
Ricky's covering.

Ballistics says the Glock was
fired recently.

They lifted prints...

but my hunch tells me they won't match
with a record.

Yeah, just to make it easier, the serial number
is acid-burned.

Oh, good.

A gun with no home,
prints we can't ID...

and slugs
we can't connect to a killing.

Whose turn to play genius? (Logan)
She just said "slugs."

CSU came back with one.

The old ladies and the kids
said two shots were fired.

You have to find
that second slug.

(Logan) | don't know.
The thing is, it's so open.

If the shooter was over there,
how come nobody noticed him?

Looks like a 45. Yeah, we're looking
for nine-millimeter.

Four hours overtime. What are we doing here,
the Holy Grail?

If it was your 14-year-old in the freezer,
you'd think it was worth it.

| got a 22, old.

What the hell is this,
a firing range?

(technician)
Logan.

[radio chattering]

Nine-millimeter. Clean.
Not here long.

Bravo. Get it over to
ballistics right away.

Lennie, where was Angel Ramirez?
He was right there.

Now, we thought the shooter was across the street
in the middle of the block.

Follow the shots.

The shooter was
at the corner.

Yeah, that's where the other
old lady was, Mrs. Sugarman.

Impossible.
She's standing right there...

and doesn't see
a kid with a gun?

No. No, she was walking away from him.
She had her back to him.

All | could think about
was getting to Ida.

Well, that was
the right thing to do.

We need to know. Did you see anyone
after you heard the shooting?

(Logan) Anyone running?
Everybody was running.

All right, try this, Mrs. Sugarman.
Close your eyes.

Go aghead.

Okay, you're walking toward Park,
and you hear the shots.

Now, what happened then?

Well, | think about Ida.

| turn around to.. ..

A boy ran into me from the parochial school,
Saint Elys.

He was wearing
one of those jackets.

He even said, "sorry,"
when he bumped into me.

You saw Saint Elys on the jacket?
No, it was the color.

All the boys wear them.
They're red and black.

Okay, yeah.
That's Saint Matthews.

Do you remember
what he looked like?

He had dark hair
and the jacket.

Yeah, I'm sure
he was wearing that jacket.

Thanks, Mrs. Sugarman.

You hear what she say?
Yeah.

One of those nice parochial school boys shot an innocent
14-year-old to death.

It's not gonna make
the Monsignor very happy.

Let's check Ballistics
on that second slug.

(Briscoe)
What do you mean, "maybe"?

This slug went through
Angel Ramirez's neck.

This you found in the wall, same alloy.
They came from the same batch.

This is the Glock
from Saint Matthews.

Now, the first slug is smashed.
| can't match it to the gun.

The second slug,
| can match to the gun 85%...

and the second slug looks to be the same alloy
as the first one.

lpso facto, the slug that killed Angel Ramirez
comes from that Glock.

That's a long-distance call,
but you get through.

What about the serial number? The acid erase
was done by a pro.

| could try and raise it,
but. ..

Send it to Quantico by courier.
On your budget?

She said the slug that killed the Ramirez kid
came from that Glock.

| said, "probably."
| didn't hear that...

and neither did the kid
with the gun in his locker.

We have a body on the gun. (Cox)
But not my client's prints.

(Billy) A body on the gun.
What does that mean?

It means it was used
to kill somebody.

They're re-dusting the Glock, now.
With magic powder?

Amazing stuff, forensics.

They find a corner of Billy's
pinky finger on that gun...

he can be brave in Dannemora.
Stop it.

This is my son, not some delinquent
from the slums.

| don't care what they think
about you at school.

You are not going to jail.

You better come up for air,
Billy, or you're gonna drown.

Tough guys do okay at school, but you're not tough enough
for prison.

| can take it.

Can you take it
for five years?

Who belongs
to that nine-millimeter?

It was Ricky's gun.
Ricky bought it.

He bought it
with somebody else...

and then they used it later.

Right?

Kevin.
Kevin, who?

[stammering]
Parker. Kevin Parker.

You don't have to talk
if you don't want to, Kevin.

The school called your father.
He's on his way.

Listen, Kevin.
This is what we know.

Now, you stop me if | say something
that's not true, okay?

We know you used the gun. We know Ricky Morales
is your best friend.

Juan Domingo either had him
shot or did it himself.

We think you shot at Domingo and missed.
The gun's not mine.

| never shot anyone.
Even ifl did....

Even if what, Kevin?

| didn't do it. | didn't shoot anybody.
| didn't do it.

(Anita)
We heard you did, Kevin.

Another tough guy. We gotta get prints.
Let's book him.

We can't lock the slug
to the gun.

Stone's gonna
laugh us out of office.

Not with motive.
Let me work on him.

[door opens]

The kid's father's here.
You're gonna love this.

Ex-cop. Detective in the 33.

Ted Parker?

Terrific.

(Parker)
He's pretty scared.

I'm sorry, but you know how it is.
We had to pick him up.

You know,
you aged better than me.

Well,
you dress better than me.

I'm in corporate security now, brokerage firm.
Beats the street.

Well, after six years, | wish we could've met
under better circumstances.

How are the girls?

Two daughters, right?

They're fine, thanks.

Can we talk alone?

What do you got?

Maybe you want to wait for your attorney.
| didn't call him.

| was hoping
we could work this out.

[sighs]

| got a dead kid.

| got two slugs, and | got a gun
we cah tie to Kevin.

These slugs, definite match?

| didn't think so.

Now, suppose,
just suppose...

there's a kid named Ricky.

Goes to buy a gun.

His neighborhood is lousy
and he's scared.

Takes a friend with him.
Big boy.

Strong.
Strong boy named Kevin.

Lennie, | didn't say that.

Now, suppose...

this Ricky...

sees the gun dealer whack
some piece of scum.

Now, the friend
didn't see the killing...

but the gun dealer pops Ricky, and the word
on the street is. .

the friend is gonna get it,
too...

so the friend decides
to strike first. .

totally out of the belief
that his life was in danger.

And if his father's an ex-cop, he tells his son
to call the local precinct.

Suppose, at this time...

the boy's father didn't know
any of this happened.

The boy's father...

his wife split.

He works long hours...

so he puts his kid
in a parochial school...

so he stays out of trouble.

You want to destroy that boy
for one mistake?

Ted....
Lennie.

There are lots of ways
of looking at this.

Right...

and if some sleaze-bag gun dealer
had taken a bullet...

maybe | wouldn't be beating my brains out trying to put
somebody away for it...

but the problem | got is the gun dealer's
still walking around...

and some kid named Angel Ramirez took a slug
in his neck.

This is my son.

Then, please,
tell me that Domingo...

pointed a gun someplace in the general direction
of your son.

Then I'll tell you
what | gotta do.

| got to take Kevin down, print him, put his name
on a yellow sheet.

And if the prints match, | gotta put him in a line-up
for our witness.

What if you don't book him?

What if he does
the line-up now?

If she doesn't pick him,
he goes home.

He'll do the line-up.

(Briscoe) Don't rush, Mrs. Sugarman.
Take your time.

The important thing
is to be sure.

Could | see Number Two again?

Number Two, step forward.

(Mrs. Sugarman)
They're so young.

No, it's not him.

Let me try Number Three.

(Briscoe) Number Two, step back.
Number Three, step forward.

Oh, yes.

Now, I'm sure.

That's the boy
that bumped into me.

Thank you, Mrs. Sugarman. If we need you,
we'll call you.

Well, hope | was helpful.

(Logan) Mr. Parker,
step forward, please.

Kevin Parker
you're under arrest...

for the murder
of Angel Ramirez.

You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say...

can and will be used
against you in a court of faw.

Do you understand that?

[people chattering]

(clerk)
"Docket number 97473.

“The People of the State of New York
v. Kevin Parker.

"The charge is murder,
second degree."

Mr. Schell? (Schell)
Your Honor. ..

the People have really
stretched this one.

In view of what
the grand jury heard--

(Judge Kelman) Do you have this speech
on tape, Gordon?

| hear it every time
| see you.

But this case cries out for dismissal,
Your Honor.

(Judge Kelman) This case cries out for taking
every gun in the city...

and melting them down.

I'm not going to dismiss.
Let's get a plea.

Not guilty. (Judge Kelman)
Miss Kincaid?

Considering the seriousness
of the crime, Your Honor...

the People request
$150,000 bail.

(Judge Kelman)
Granted.

Cash or bond.
Short date. Next?

Gordon, I'm sympathetic, but no matter
how | look at it...

the reality is-- (Schell)
Murder two...

you call that sympathy?
This was an accident.

(Stone)
The gun went off by itself?

Your client fired two shots, and it doesn't matter
who he aimed it at...

it's still murder two.
He's a child.

Come on, Ben,
have some mercy here.

(Stone)
Angel Ramirez was 14.

Now, | will consider manslaughter one.
It was self-defense.

No, Mr. Parker. Self-defense is when
someone aims a gun at you...

not threatens to aim it.

(Kevin) You don't know
what it's like out there.

| didn't have any choice. (Schell)
Kevin.

They all got guns. He shot Ricky.
He was gonna shoot me.

Kevin. | don't get it.

Juan Domingo was booked for murder and back
on the street in six hours.

Mr. Parker, your son should've
called the police.

Oh, my fellow cops.

They did a great job
protecting Ricky Morales.

Mr. Parker, please.

As an ex-cop, | assume you understand
what it means. ..

that your son and Mr. Morales
left the scene of a crime.

Now, if they had gone
to the line-up...

maybe Mr. Morales
might still be walking...

and maybe Angel Ramirez
might not be dead.

A lot of maybes.
I've got some better ones.

Maybe you convince
a jury he had a gun.

Maybe you convince them
he had a motive.

Manslaughter two,
juvenile facility.

It's not his fault that the streets
are a war zone, Ben.

It is his fault
that he joined the army.

Maybe it's not his fault.
Because he felt threatened?

Do we know
what these kids live with?

When | was in school, they searched you
for marijuana not a 45.

We have one boy dead,
another paralyzed...

and a 16-year-old
who thinks he's Wyatt Earp...

and you wanna deal him
because he's a nice kid...

and his father's a cop. It has nothing
to do with that.

I'm just not sure we convict.

She's right, Adam.
We can put Kevin Parker there.

We just can't put a gun with the right bullets
in his hand.

Only way to get Kevin Parker
is with Juan Domingo.

He saw Parker shoot at him.

| love cases where a homicidal gun dealer
is our best withess.

(Kincaid)
If we could get his testimony.

If he tells the truth,
he puts himself away.

Yeah,
but that's not a bad idea.

Domingo lied on his firearms application,
right?

He said he didn't do drugs,
and he had a pot bust...

and he transported firearms. He sold the Glock
to Ricky Morales.

If, God willing...

we can raise that serial number,
trace it back to him...

Domingo does three years on federal charges,
four on state. ..

and | don't know
why he wouldn't roll.

We're making a deal
with the wrong side.

This gun dealer shot two people
and paralyzed a kid.

But we can't get
Domingo for murder.

Ricky Morales would have
to testify against him...

and implicate his friend Kevin Parker.
He's not gonna do that.

Let's get what we can
out of Domingo.

Oh, this whole case.

God bless the FBI.

That number was almost burned flat.
We have the gun back?

Tomorrow by courier. I'm taking no chances
with your evidence.

"Nine-millimeter Glock,
semi-automatic.

"Purchased from Casey Distributors,
Charlotte, North Carolina.

"Sold to Juan Domingo,
Monticello, New York."

(Domingo) | don't know
nobody named Parker.

Easy, Juan. Put a lid on it.
What do | pay you for?

Get me bail, man. | don't like the food here.
Mush and beans.

Please tell my client
about the gun.

Mr. Domingo, we traced the Glock
you sold to Ricky Morales.

You couldn't trace
that gun to Mars.

(Kincaid) You bought it from a dealer
in North Carolina.

It was used to kill
Angel Ramirez.

Add it up, young man. You're looking at seven years,
minimum.

And I'd start enjoying the food because
with your attitude...

| don't think
you're gonna see parole.

What | see is two district attorneys
who want something.

Well, that's right.

What we'd like you
to do is testify...

that Kevin Parker shot at you.

You set up every gun dealer
you ever knew for the Feds...

and you make the Feds happy,
you do four years in Ossining.

| set up anybody, I'm lucky | survive
four minutes.

That doesn't break my heart,
young man.

I'll make sure you get solitary.
You'll get out in one piece.

All right, you want some dealers?
| gotta make some calls.

Of course, | don't like it.

Juan Domingo shot Ricky Morales.
We just handed him a gift.

If Ricky Morales...

doesn't want to identify
his shooter, | can't help him.

Besides.... Thanks.
If Domingo doesn't testify...

Kevin Parker goes free.

Oh, no.

Since when do cops
break into school lockers?

No one broke in.
The principal had a key.

(Judge Norton)
Don't have a stroke, Gordon.

The Fourth Amendment doesn't always apply
to school children.

His cops didn't have a search warrant.
They didn't need one.

School security does not require strict adherence
to the Fourth Amendment.

Supreme Court New Jersey v.
TLO.

Ben, in that case, there were no cops.
A principal opened the locker.

There were no cops
in this case.

Excuse me? | seem to recall, two detectives
were in the hallway.

They didn't ask for a search.
The principal...

he searches lockers all the time.
He offered to do it.

(Schell)
It's also a juggling act.

Would he have opened it
without the cops?

Unfortunately, the Supreme Court
didn't address that.

Maybe kids should have
the same rights as adults.

The law says no.

It makes me uncomfortable,
but I'm admitting the gun.

(Schrier) The technique
is well established.

Matching lands and grooves on a bullet with a gun
isn't difficult.

| understand, Miss Schrier,
but how closely...

do the two bullets
that you're talking about...

How closely do they match
this Glock semi-automatic?

(Schrier) The slug found in the wall
matched with 85% certainty...

and the slug that went through
Angel Ramirez...

was consistent with the same gun.
Thank you.

Your withess.

[mumbles]

"Consistent,"
what exactly does that mean?

It means that there's a good probability that it was fired
from the Glock.

Oh, | see.

So, then, we have some certainty
and some probability.

Isn't that a fairly long way
from absolute certainty?

Within the limits of ballistics--
Really, Miss Schrier...

the defendant's
on trial for murder.

| mean, the degree of certainty
is fairly important.

Can you conclude absolutely...

that bullets from the gun
found in the school locker...

were fired at Angel Ramirez?

With absolute certainty?
Yes.

No.

He made her look foolish.

| understand, Mrs. Ramirez, but this is the beginning
of the trial.

There are a lot of setbacks ahead of us.
You're a policeman.

Tell your son to do right,
to confess.

My son is dead. (Parker)
Come on.

I'm sorry. | wish | could change it.
| wish | could go back.

Nice try with the gun. Let's move on to
your line-up witness.

Based on new information, I'm filing a motion
to exclude her testimony.

New information from where?
What's wrong with the line-up?

See you in chambers.

(Judge Norton)
This better be good, Gordon.

I'm sorry, Your Honor, but this afternoon
my client's father...

saw the line-up report
for the first time.

Your client's father
was at the line-up.

What the hell
are you talking about?

(Schell) The police report
jogged his memory.

Jogged his memory?
Yes.

The witness told the cops...

that a boy went past her, wearing a black
and red jacket.

Kevin wore his at the line-up.
| say that that taints her ID.

Read the reports again.
All the kids wore jackets.

All red and black.
No, no.

According to my client, all of the jackets did not
have leather on the arms...

and some of the reds
were not the same.

Ben, they shouldn't have used jackets if they
weren't identical.

Three of them were, and two of them were
virtually the same.

So, at the worst,
it's a minor mistake.

No, at the worst,
it's prejudicial.

Your witness doesn't testify.

Dumb, stupid, and idiotic.

| think of her as generally fair.
Judge Sally Norton?

You seen the latest figures
on her reversal rate, Ben?

Shows you what reading Bar Association reports
will do to your judgment.

She gets overturned any more,
she'll be walking upside-down.

This is terrific.

We still have the gun dealer.
Yeah.

A picture
of delight and charm.

Without our sweet old lady
to back him up, good luck.

u
| knew Ted Parker when he was a New York City
police detective.

Did Det. Parker ever ask
to speak to you privately?

Yes.
What did he say?

He asked if | could
do something to help his son.

| said no. Yes, but, how did you
respond to that?

(Briscoe) Well,
he asked me to think about. ..

how some kid might have shot somebody when he thought
that his life was in danger.

And he asked me to think about
a kid like that. ..

how one mistake
could ruin his whole life.

(Stone)
And what did you say?

| said, | supposed he was talking
about his son.

Objection, Your Honor.
Conclusory.

(Judge Norton)
Sustained.

The jury will disregard
the withess's answer.

(Stone) Thank you, Detective.
Your withess.

Det. Briscoe, you say Ted Parker
spoke in hypotheticals.

Did he ever, in any way...

directly tell you that his son
was involved in a crime?

No, Mr. Parker never told me directly that his son
was involved in a crime.

Thank you. No further questions,
Your Honor.

The gun was Ricky's.
Ricky Morales.

| was holding it
when he got shot.

Kevin told me | had to keep it a while.
Why was that, Mr. Wojak?

Kevin couldn't bring it home.

He didn't want his dad to know that he had
helped Ricky buy it.

But why did you have to hold the guns
for the other students?

l.... guess it kind of made me feel important,
you know?

They have these, you know,
searches, you know?

They run the wand over you,
and | never got checked.

Everyone said it's 'cause | was kind of a nerd,
you know?

This weapon
of Ricky Morales...

did there ever come a time
when Kevin Parker...

asked you to give it to him?

Yeah. ..

a couple days
after Ricky got shot.

Now, did Kevin Parker ever tell you why he had
to have the gun?

Well, he said that this guy who shot Ricky
was gonna shoot him, too...

and he had to strap
some power.

A lot of my friends do, you know?
You gotta carry or else.

Did Kevin give the gun back to you?
Yes.

When?

About a week later.

You know, just after the kid got shot.
Right. Thanks.

It has to be substantial time.
It can't be a slap on a wrist.

Is this about
public relations?

It's about a dead 14-year-old.

(Parker) Maybe we shouldn't be here.
No, Ted.

Be reasonable, Ben.

Any judge takes circumstances
into account.

The boy was afraid. Manslaughter one,
three-to-nine.

Listen to his story, Ben.

Maybe you'll make
a better offer.

When Ricky was shot...

| went to the hospital.
He didn't see who did it.

He just felt it in his back.

| Knew if we'd gone
to the cops....

We couldn't do it.

Ricky would have to say he was with me when
he bought the gun.

If my dad found out....

When Ricky went down...

he heard somebody say,
"I'll get your friend, too."

| had to do something.
| was scared.

[telephone ringing]

Stone. Yeah.

(Schell)
Yes?

[Schell grunts]

When?

Thank you, Sally. I'll be in the office
in an hour.

The statement is over. We'll take this case
to the jury.

Your eyewitness, Mr. Domingo,
was shot an hour ago...

doing an undercover buy
for the Feds.

He died on the table
at Bellevue.

Let's go, Ted. Kevin. (Stone)
Hey, Gordon, wait a minute.

We have an agreement. (Schell)
Oh?

You made an offer.
Did you hear us accept it?

(Schell)
Oh.

By the way, Ben,
the Defense rests.

| don't have to put on a case.

[door shuts]

(Schell) Sometimes, tragedy brings out
the best in people.

We cope.

We deal with our sadness somehow.
We move on.

For the prosecution,
unfortunately...

tragedy brings out
the worst. ..

and in the face of this senseless death
of Angel Ramirez...

Mr. Stone finds a scapegoat...

to convince you...

that he is going
to do something...

about the war zones in which our children
are living.

But he can't.

He can't, so he finds...

circumstantial connections.

A bullet that might have
come from that gun.

A young boy
who might have wanted revenge.

But, ladies and gentlemen, did that prove beyond
a reasohable doubt. ..

that Kevin Parker
shot Angel Ramirez? No.

All they prove
is what we already know.

Too many children have guns.

We allowed this to happen.
All of us.

Don't make an innocent boy
pay for our mistakes.

And, yes, Mr. Schell,
you're right.

There are too many guns
in the hands of children.

Kids in a big hurry to say,
"| got the power now...

"look what I'm packing."

So, yes, sir, our streets have become
3 war zohe...

but does that mean that we must excuse anyone
who picks up a gun?

Does that mean that we have to particularly
excuse him...

if he's a good Kid...

and if he's
the son of a cop...

a kid who just tried
to do the right thing?

But what Kevin Parker
did do was shoot. .

a 14-year-old who was just out for
a walk with his friends.

Now, did he mean to do it?
Of course not.

And though justice
must be tempered with mercy...

it can never lose
a sense of retribution...

or it is no longer justice.

Kevin Parker shot
and killed Angel Ramirez.

However sad you feel for the defendant
or for the accidents. .

that brought him here, you must still
find him guilty.

Nine hours. What are they debating?
Not debating.

They're worrying about how guilty they'll feel
if they convict him.

[knocking on door]

Yes?

They're still out?
Yeah.

[sighs]

You know, | was thinking, how did Gordon Schell's
Office. ..

find out Juan Domingo was shot
before we did?

What? | talked to
Schell's secretary.

The call came from
the 33rd Precinct.

They were helping the Feds set up
Domingo's undercover buy.

Oh, no.

Domingo was shot before
the Feds even got there.

The gun dealer they were supposed to bust
got away.

Or he was never there.

It's possible the cops from Ted Parker's old precinct did him
a favor.

(Stone)
Not that you'll ever prove it.

[intercom buzzing]

Yes?

Tomorrow?

Thanks.

(Stone) The verdict?
Not quite.

Your Honor,
| respectfully suggest...

It's hopeless.
We're deadlocked.

(Judge Norton)
We have a hung jury.

We have a mistrial.

The People will have
to retry Mr. Parker.

The court thanks the jury
for its service.

Move to continue bail, Your Honor. Granted. Court is
adjourned.

[people chattering]

(Stone) It's not worth it.
We'd never get a conviction.

So they win?

If anyone won anything, I'm not quite sure
of what it is.

Mr. Parker, are you teaching your son what is right
by getting a withess shot?

Dad?
Come on.

[reporters chattering]

Some night.

Lucky break,
that dealer getting shot.

You sleeping all right?
I'm sleeping fine.

And your friends in the 33?
They're sleeping fine, too.

Lennie, it's over.

What if it was
one of your Kids?

| don't know. ..

but there's no statute
of limitations on murder.

Sweet dreams, pal.