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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.

Yo, Charlene is just too fine,
you know what I'm saying, man?

What you been smoking, jack? Charlene is a fine canine,
that's what.

Don't be going dissing my lady,
you know what I'm saying?

I'm dissing your mother for making you blind
like a hydrant.

What's up, ‘lil Luther?
What's up?

Where's Fred been hanging out?

He took Queen Mary to Paris,
you know what I'm saying?

When you see him, tell him Eve's been waiting on him,
all right?

The Heat, man.
Harold Miner, number 32.

That ain't no basketball that they be playing
there in Miami.

Man, I'm talking about some Jordan,
that's what I'm talking about.

You're a moron, you know that, Luther.
Damn, Jerome!

Damn, man.

What did you throw it over his head for?
You almost hit a window.

[tires screeching]

[crashing]

Damon Fox, 12 years old.
Gone before we got here.

Hit-and-run?

All right, have someone stay
with the body.

We're going to need
the clothes for Forensics.

This is the headlight. Probably domestic,
looks General Motors.

Judging from the body,
hit on the right side.

Well, at least
he buys American. Thanks.

Acar with a dent in Harlem.
Piece of cake.

(Stokes)
Mike. .

this is the victim's friend.
His name is Luther Heywood.

(Logan) How are you doing, Luther?
So, did you see anything?

Yeah,
a white guy in a blue Caddy.

You didn't happen to get
a license plate number?

He just hit Damon
and tore ass, man.

Now we know it's a he.

It was a Jew, man. What,
was he wearing a little hat?

You don't think | Know a Jew
when | see one?

Thanks a lot, Luther.

Peace on earth
and brotherhood to all men.

Yeah, the brothers
haven't heard the news yet.

| was taking tomorrow off from work.
It's. ..

Parent-Teachers Day at school.

| guess there's no need.

| told him to stay inside...

until | got back
from the store.

It's that Luther Heywood.
His mother doesn''t...

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Fox.

Have you found the man?

A hit-and-run case,
it's not always that simple.

Problem is we only have a vague description
of the driver.

What's a white man doing
up there, anyway?

[door opening]

Lieutenant, there's a Reverend Ott here.
He says he's with Mrs. Fox.

Mary.

They haven't found him yet.

Things like this take time,
Reverend.

May | ask, how many men do you have assigned
to this case?

Detectives Briscoe and Logan are running point
on the investigation.

Two men? | can see
this isn't a high priority.

(Van Buren) We're doing the best
with what we have, sir.

Well, maybe it's not quite good enough, if I'm
bringing in eyewitnesses.

Evelyn.

He drove right by me.
It was a blue Cadillac.

Did you see the license plate?

Part of it. It was 2XQR.

(Briscoe)
Thank you.

Evelyn, Mary.

[men chattering]

Can | assume that you'll
get to this before lunch?

Sure, right after we have
a couple of doughnuts.

[phone ringing]

Van Buren.

Okay.

You'll keep us informed.

[door closes]

There's a Mr. Joshua Berger and his attorney
in Interview One.

Let's talk to him.
Before the doughnuts.

| don't know.

I've been driving in this city for 40 years. I've never had
anything like this.

Why don't you just tell us
what happened, Mr. Berger?

| was at our warehouse,
up in the Bronx.

| was supposed to meet my wife
at The Palm for lunch.

It was our anniversary.

(Logan) Well,
The Palm is on 44th Street...

so what were you doing
in Harlem?

Traffic on the FDR is bad enough
at that hour of the day.

Then a water main breaks.
| got off at 125th.

| swear the kid came out
of nowhere.

How fast were you going?

| don't Know, 30, maybe 35.
| was not speeding.

Is he all right?

Oh, my God.

Mr. Berger called my office immediately.
| was in court all day.

He wanted to turn himself in. He just wanted to
speak with me first.

If your client is such an upstanding citizen,
why did he leave the scene?

Let me ask you.

You just ran over
a black boy in Harlem.

Are you going to hang around?

(Logan) Well, | understand
what you're saying...

but obviously you can't hit somebody
and just ride off.

| Know that! That was wrong.
| was scared.

That's why I'm here now.

We're willing to plead nolo contendre to
leaving the scene.

But that is the extent
of Mr. Berger's wrongdoing.

We don't do pleas here.

What, am | under arrest?

Make yourself comfortable
until the DA gets here.

(Marks) Two people, wrong place,
wrong time. Look at this.

Your driver may have hit
the brakes sooner...

but this is where
he locks them up.

By this point, the car is
in a full-blown skid.

Well, if | read
the skid marks right...

he hit the breaks
way before he made contact.

Nice to know
he wasn't gunning for the Kid.

So, how fast
was he going, Marks?

By comparing the coefficient of friction to
the gross vehicular weight...

he's doing 20, maybe 25.

Any give in these numbers?
Well, nothing's perfect.

Change the tire pressure
a few pounds either way...

you get a whole new
set of equations.

So, in your expert opinion?

Berger did nothing wrong.

I'll talk to his lawyer
about a plea.

What do you think?

Suspended license. 100 hours of
community service.

What do you mean you found the man,
but you didn't arrest him?

Mr. Berger has pled
to leaving the scene.

Mr. Berger? | see.

A fine, upstanding Jewish citizen
would never lie to the police.

The fact that Mr. Berger is Jewish
has nothing to do with it.

Our accident reconstruction technician concluded that
Mr. Berger wasn't speeding.

And of what religious persuasion is he,
may | ask?

Yeah, that's right, Reverend.

There's this great Jewish conspiracy to knock off
the black man one by one.

That's why they all drive big Cadillacs,
so they can't miss.

Well, that's it. Another 12-year-old black boy
is dead. Close the file.

Hell. Living up in Harlem, he probably wouldn't have
lasted . ..

till his 13th birthday anyway.

The Jew did him a favor.

Why don't we give him
the key to the city?

Look, Reverend. Nobody,
and I'm talking man of God...

or garbage man,
walks in my office...

and accuses my officers of giving anybody
special treatment.

Now, | think you'd better go.

You know what gets me? Jesse Jackson talking about
"Hymietown"...

Farrakhan yelling about how the Jews are keeping
his people down.

They forget who was marching with Martin Luther King
back in the '60s.

Yeah, | remember when Lindsay tried to get low-cost
housing for blacks in Forest Hills.

All those liberals put their civil rights banners
in the closet real fast.

Hate to ruin your dinner, but your buddy Reverend Ott
is down in Interrogation One.

He says he's got
another eyewitness.

You mind ifl....

We didn't even discuss the Italians.
Go crazy, Profaci.

(Bobby) | was looking out of my window
when it happened.

(Briscoe) Just tell us what you saw,
Bobby.

| saw the little brothers,
they was playing some ball.

You're talking about Damon Fox
and Luther Heywood?

That's right

And the ball goes flying
over Damon's head.

(Logan) And Damon flies after it
into the street.

It wasn't like that. | mean, he wasn't in no hurry
or anything.

And there were no cars coming.

Then, boom! The Jew in the blue Caddy
comes flying out of nowhere.

Must've been going 50.

He's going 50 on a New York City street
in the middle of the day?

You know what | think? | think you're full of crap,
Bobby.

Ain't that for the jury to decide, man?
Look, | know what | saw.

That should be sufficient for an indictment.
If you believe him.

Oh, so you'd rather believe the word of
two white detectives.

No, | believe the scientists
in our Forensics lab.

So, you're just going to
ignore eyewitness testimony?

You really think the only way to get justice is through
lying and cheating?

If it does produce justice,
yes, | do.

(Van Buren)
It's happened before.

The forensic evidence contradicts
an eyewitness account.

How credible is
this eyewitness?

It depends on
what part of town you live in.

You suspect he
fabricated his story?

| suspect
he had a little coaching.

(Schiff) Let me guess,
the Reverend Ott.

He's called six times
since yesterday.

Not your biggest fan,
Lieutenant.

Look, maybe another expert looks at the evidence,
draws a different conclusion.

| don't want to tell you what to do, but like they say,
every action--

Thank you, Lieutenant.

| want to book a large block
of time with the grand jury.

You want a grand jury for a witness that
the police don't even believe?

Even if we get an indictment, the defense would call
our forensics expert at trial.

We'd never get a conviction.

This could turn into
the city's worst nightmare.

| want us to be cleaner here
than Caesar's wife.

Yes, | was in a hurry.
| was meeting my wife.

But speeding on a city street?
| have more sense than that.

Sir, an eyewitness already testified
that he saw your car...

moving south on Lenox
at 50 miles an hour.

Look. | lived in this city
all my life.

| seen cars go through red lights, come out of
driveways without any warning.

I've seen little children run out into the street
without looking.

| know better than to
drive 50 miles an hour.

Why did you leave
the scene of an accident, sir?

| have three children
of my own.

Five grandchildren.

| can't even imagine the pain that
that woman is going through.

You haven't answered
the question, sir.

[sighs]

| was alone. | was in Harlem.

| was scared.

I've never seen a grand jury
refuse to indict that quickly.

As long as we dotted the i's
and crossed the t's.

What are you talking about-- The new white mayor
wants it clear...

that this office treats everyone equally
under the law.

He pled to leaving the scene.
He'll be punished.

A suspended license and 100 hours picking up
cigar butts in Central Park...

isn't exactly what
His Honor had in mind.

[knock on door]

Wait until you see
what's going on.

(newscaster) Reports of injury
are unavailable

Following
the Reverend Oftt's address.

fambasting the DA's office
for not bringing charges...

against the man accused of killing
12-year-old Damon Fox...

the city has
erupted in violence.

[people shouting on TV]

[siren wailing]

(Logan)
Excuse me, fellows. Excuse me.

Barnes, what do you got?

Guy's hame is
John De Santis.

By the time the ambulance got through the crowd,
he was history.

Any arrests? Did you see what it was like
down here?

Means no withesses.

(Barnes) Well, the guy's wife
was in the car...

but I'm not sure how much help
she's gonna be.

They just loaded her into an ambulance.
| think she's in shock.

It would have been much worse if that guy hadn't pulled her
from the car.

His name is Graves.
Thanks.

John De Santis.

Blame it on the Jews, sometimes you get
an Italian by mistake.

Mr. Graves? I'm Det. Logan.
This is Det. Briscoe.

Now, can you tell us
what you saw?

They were screaming,
"Get the Jew! Get the Jew!"

We hear they would have gotten his wife, too,
if it wasn't for you.

Did you know
any of those people?

Yeah, right, it's a secret club.
We all know each other.

That's not what | meant.

A black boy at the scene of a riot.
Must be up to no good.

| was on my way to Sam Goody's
to pick up a couple of CDs...

for my daughter's birthday. They was beating
the crap out of that man.

The guy from the news was filming the damn thing.
Somebody had to help her.

Would you be able to
recognize any faces?

Yeah. A white lady who just saw her husband's
skull bashed in.

[woman chattering
on PA system]

| saw Johnny at his office.
| met him there.

He's a lawyer at
landlord-tenant court.

We were going home early.

We're trying to have a baby.

They took my purse.

How am | going to
get into the apartment?

Mrs. De Santis.

Did you get a look at
the man who....

They were all over the car.

We thought they were
going to flip us over.

He was young,
maybe 20 years old.

Tall.

Do you think
there's any chance?

Maybe if you could look
at some pictures.

(Luppin) Haven't shot stuff this good
since Nam.

Any idea how hard it is
to get this kind of quality?

Hello, Pulitzer.

You want to
slow it down a little?

Yeah.

(Luppin)
There's your man.

Great, now all we need is the mug book with all the
back-of-the-neck shots.

Sorry, that's as good as it gets.
Your boy is camera shy.

Yeah, but this one has got
a bird's-eye view.

Can you push it up
3 few frames?

(Luppin)
There.

(Logan) What's that on his cap,
Lennie? You see it? S-Y-D?

Some kind of a logo.
| can't make it out.

Maybe he works in a candy store, a butcher shop,
a hardware store.. ..

No, it looks like a
gas station cap.

Can we get a blowup of that?

Take 15 minutes.

(Briscoe)
Yeah, we'll wait.

One of the kids
from the picture looks like...

he was wearing a hat
from a gas station.

(Briscoe) Yeah, we checked every station
above 106th Street.

Nothing? Well, sometimes
fliers pan out.

The problem is no one up there
is sorry this guy got killed.

| mean, we're not getting
much cooperation.

Maybe | should give this
to a couple of black cops.

You know what | meant.

Anyway, we got all the computer geeks pulling yellows
on everybody named Syd.

You know the kid's name?
No, it was on his hat.

Let me see the picture.

Tell the geeks to
kill the power on the PC.

Well, do you want to
give us a hint?

Black cops would have known.
Syd's Sneaker World.

129th and Lexington.
Air-Jordans, 50% off.

[Briscoe sighing]

(Logan)
You recognize this kid?

Don't bother to lie.
Hey, you!

(Briscoe)
Mike.

[feet shuffling]

[thudding]

Get those cuffs.
You're under arrest.

You have the right to
remain silent.

Anything you do say...

Give me your arm! ...can and will be
used against you.

Johnson, Daryl. 19.

Couple of misdemeanors. Here we go, assault one,
robbery one.

Kid's smart,
he'll cop a plea...

before Clinton passes his
three strikes and you're out.

Well, since Mike already kicked his butt,
this one's yours, Lennie.

Be gentle.
Ain't | always?

Well, hiya, Daryl.
Here, let me get those.

There you go.

[people shouting on TV]

| get popcorn with this show?

Now, the law says you have the right to an attorney,
Daryl.

Yeah, right.

How many years they go to school to learn to say,
"Keep your mouth shut, Daryl"?

Well, the law says
you have that right.

| got the ticket, man.

| call the lawyer, then you and me,
we can't talk.

Then the DA fries my butt
for something | didn't do.

Except we know you were there,
Daryl. They caught you on TV.

Don't you watch the news?

That don't even look like me,
man.

Oh, yeah,
they tried that one in LA.

Worked, didn't it?

Daryl,
we're the good guys here.

See, we don't really give a damn about
these people...

looting and
busting up people's cars.

That's not our department.
We're in homicide.

So?

So, your friend there
is "homiciding" somebody.

He ain't my friend.
Yeah, well that's too bad.

Because if you could have
told us who he is...

we wouldn't have to charge you
with murder.

| told you,
| didn't kill nobody.

Yeah, but the jury has to
blame somebody, Daryl.

And you're standing
right there.

The smart move would be
to trade up.

Now, in case you lost your sense of direction,
he's up.

You don't tell Isaac
it was me, all right?

You know where he lives?

With his grandma.
On 128th and Lenox.

Upstairs from the Lotto.

Maybe | better
call my lawyer now.

[banging on door]

Police officers! Open up!

Open it up! Do it now!

What in the world
is going on?

We have a warrant for
the arrest of Isaac Roberts.

He isn't here.
You know where he is?

Your grandson, ma'am,
is wanted for murder.

No, you don't know him.

(Briscoe)
Please.

My Isaac would never
do anything like that.

| Know my grandchild.
Ma'am!

We're going to have to ask you to come down to the
precinct, okay?

Let me get my coat.

Damn! Why don't you arrest us all
while you're at it?

[woman chattering]

A little dramatic,
isn't it, Counselor?

Dragging a 54-year-old grandmother down here
in a patrol car?

Your client may have
committed a felony.

Okay, we confess. Mr. Muldrue
at the corner store...

charged Mrs. Roberts for a dozen tomatoes
and she had 13 in her bag.

Corina, | knew we should've
grabbed that picture of you...

out of the post office
while we could.

Ms. Green, | just can't afford to be
in a laughing mood today.

I'm sorry, next time I'll bring
Richard Pryor with me.

Mrs. Roberts,
we have reason to believe. .

that your grandson
murdered an innocent man.

Now, if you are concealing him, we could
charge you with conspiracy...

and harboring a fugitive.

If you know where Isaac is, Mrs. Roberts,
you'd be doing yourself...

and your grandson a favor
by telling us now.

The rest of his life in a white man’s jail?
I've had better offers.

Mrs. Roberts,
where is your grandson?

She told you
she has nothing to say.

Then you give me no choice.

Mrs. Roberts,
you are under arrest.

And please read her,
her rights.

Well, this is wonderful.

Joshua Berger gets off
with a suspended license...

and Corina Roberts is
on her way to Rikers.

Now, what is wrong
with this picture?

Mr. Berger did not
commit a felony.

| have no problem with
the law, Counselor.

It's the application thereof,
now that's another story.

Ms. Green, | assume you have no knowledge
of his whereabouts?

Always room for one more in that cell,
right, Counselor?

Thirty years ago, the blacks and the Jews
and everyone else...

lived in this city together.

We didn't see riots
in our neighborhoods.

In those days, we had Adam Clayton Powell
working the system...

not Reverend Ott
destroying it.

Well, there's a reason for the Reverend Otts
of the world.

To promote anti-Semitism?

To remind us that
there's a long way to go.

[sighs]

That does not justify violence
in the streets, sir.

| want you to release
the Roberts woman.

[sighs]

By releasing her,
we condone a felony.

And by putting her in jail
we draw a line in the sand.

So you're guilty until a percentage of the population
threatens violence?

The grandson is out there.

Keep her in jail a week,
and then we'll let her go.

And if she's back in her apartment, he'll contact her
sooher than that.

Get a warrant for a wiretap.
Twenty-four hour surveillance.

They've been on her for
48 hours. Nothing.

What about the phones?

Two calls. One to her dentist and
onhe to her sister in Detroit.

This may be something.

Isaac's homeboy Daryl
from the sneaker store.

His one phone call
wasn't to a shyster.

It was to a church on 112th.

Reverend Ott.

Call the DA's office.
| don't want any screwups.

A little late
for morning prayer.

Or perhaps you just want to
confess your sins.

We have a warrant
to search the premises, sir.

(Briscoe)
Mike!

Isaac Roberts,
you're under arrest.

You can hold your breath,
Detective.

I've given
Mr. Roberts sanctuary.

What the hell
are you talking about?

My attorney tells us as long as he's in
a house of God ...

you can't touch him.

And while you're here, will you please
watch your mouth?

Counselor?

Keep him under surveillance
until we can sort it out.

Sanctuary?

What is this,
medieval England?

You really plan to argue this
in front of a judge?

And the Appellate Division
and the Court of Appeals...

and the Supreme Court,
if necessary.

So your client is going to
stay in this church...

until your exercise
in futility is completed?

Considering the alternative,
you bet.

That is, of course...

unless you'd like to save us all
a lot of time and energy.

Well, what does that mean?

Man two,
he serves the minimum.

Your client savagely killed Mr. John De Santis
onh the local news.

We call that murder two.

Then clear your calendar,
Counselor...

you're going to be busy
for the next decade or so.

[sighs]

You've got to admire
her creativity.

Shambala Green's?

Queen of the specious motion.

She's representing her client with the zealousness
required by the canons.

And I'm sure she thinks we should have exhibited
7 little more of it...

in prosecuting Joshua Berger.

You can't compare
what Joshua Berger did...

with what Isaac Roberts did.

Of course not.

But, suppose this crazy motion
actually works?

A judge buys Green's argument?

Would you drag an innocent man
out of a car...

and bash his brains in?

You know, | don't know
how | would react. ..

if I'd been screwed
by the system my whole life.

(Green)
The concept of sanctuary...

since ancient
and medieval times...

is founded on the idea of
a religious place of refuge...

for those who have offended
civil authorities.

| want to emphasis the importance of a church
in a black community.

If Counselor could please cite
one post-medieval case?

How's 1991, Counselor?

A church right here in Manhattan was willing to
provide refuge...

to military personnel in danger of deployment
to the Middle East--

Pending the determination of their status as
conscientious objectors.

Murder is a far cry from
moral opposition to a war.

In this case, it's not. We are talking about
civil disobedience.

My client violently opposed
the inequitable treatment...

of his race under the law.

So he killed somebody?

It's a nice try,
Ms. Green, but...

being that your client is not a hunchback ringing a bell
in a Paris cathedral. ..

I'm denying your motion.

If | lose at trial, you've just given me grounds
for appeal.

And lucky for me, I'll be in Palm Beach
collecting social security...

if and when this nonsense should ever return
to this courtroom.

[church bell tolling]

[sighing]

What are they doing in there?
Final confession.

| hope you know you have violated
the sanctity of our church.

That'll be 10 Hail Marys,
Mike.

Excuse me, Reverend.

Isaac Roberts, you're under arrest for
the murder of John De Santis.

You have the right
to remain silent...

The Reverend says, if we convict
the Roberts kid. ..

this city, and | quote:

"Ain't seen nothin’ yet."

He thinks he can hold
this entire city hostage?

No, only the jury.

| think the system deserves a little more credit
than that.

Right.

Remind me what happened to those kids who beat up
that truck driver in LA.

Offer her man
ohe with a recommendation.

And that's in the interests of justice, sir?
No.

It's in the
interests of finality.

Put an end to this, quick.

Shambala Green
will only take man two.

Well, there just might be
someone else. .

who has more influence
over this boy.

How many times, Mr. Stone?

How many times does a black man have to
roll over and play dead?

Mrs. Roberts, | am not suggesting that
he roll over--

Please.

My son, Isaac's father...

was a hight janitor
in a midtown office building.

There was a robbery
during his shift.

His lawyer said, "If we go to trial,
you don't have a chance."

Rickie took the deal.

That was three years ago.

This family...

has bartered
enough lives already.

Mrs. Roberts,
| am not trying your son.

I'm trying your grandson and there is no doubt
in my mind what he did.

[knocking on door]

In the future, you want to talk to Mrs. Roberts,
you talk to me first.

Shambala, do you really think that you're doing a client
7 service. ..

by refusing to plea?

Why don't you let me determine what's in the best interest
of my client?

Thanks for coming. You saved me the price
of a messenger.

It's my notice to call Dr. Myron Jansen
as an expert to testify...

as to my client's
mental capacity.

If we learned nothing from the riots in Los Angeles,
we learned. ..

that peace-loving individuals can be pushed to a point
of extreme violence.

The law requires
a modicum of self-control.

Nobody is arguing with that, in the normal
course of events.

But when one's normal powers
of judgment are suspended--

Let me get this right.

You're claiming your client
was legally insane?

Your Honor,
Dr. Jansen will testify...

that individuals swept up in ariot, can succumb to
a collective frenzy...

that can minimize their ability to distinguish
right from wrong.

So, the mob is guilty,
and no individual is?

Exactly.

The scientists call it
group contagion.

I'll listen to your expert,
Ms. Green.

But I'm going to reserve my
decision on admissibility...

until after you present
your entire case.

Don't blame me for murdering them,
they were horrible parents.

And don't blame me for mutilating my husband
in his sleep, he abused me.

It's called
diminished capacity.

It's called
fabricating jury sympathy.

And sympathy is
part and parcel of justice.

Right, and my sympathy is definitely with
Mrs. De Santis.

Of course it does, because you can
empathize with her.

You have no idea what it's like to be
Isaac Roberts.

To feel exploited,
to be unemployed...

to feel like you have
no opportunities in this life.

You pump enough air into a balloon,
eventually it goes pop.

So, the have-nots can take their frustrations out on the
haves without recrimination?

That's a hate crime.

It's been happening
the other way for centuries.

Look, maybe you did march with Martin in the '60s,
but you know what?

Hanging a picture of Bobby on your wall just isn't
going to cut it anymore.

(Daryl)
We were just hanging out.

(Stone)
You and Mr. Roberts?

That's right.

And then we saw people
jumping all over the car.

And you joined them?
Sure.

| didn't think anyone was going
to get hurt.

What happened next?

Isaac.

He started pounding the guy.
Did he say why?

Uh-uh.

He wasn't talking much.

Thank you.

Was there ever a time
when you heard Isaac say:

“Let's go beat up a Jew?"

No.

Was there ever a time that you saw Isaac beat up
anyone else before this?

No.

So. .

would you say that he
wasn't acting like himself?

Yeah, | guess.

Man, you got to understand.

We heard what the Reverend said,
and it got us going.

Thank you.

| screamed at John, "Just step on the gas,
they'll get out of the way."

But he didn't do that?

They were all around us.
We couldn't do anything.

So what happened next?

He broke Johnny's window
with a brick.

Are you referring
to the defendant?

Yes.

Then he opened the door...

and he dragged Johnny
onto the ground...

and he just hit him...

and hit him.

Mrs. De Santis,
are you absolutely sure...

that it was the defendant
that hit your husband?

It was him.

Thank you.

There was a lot of commotion on the street that day,
isn't that correct?

Yes.

There were people screaming?
Yes.

When my client
broke the car window. ..

did your husband
try to talk to him?

Are you kidding?
He was like an animal.

You mean
he was out of control?

We aren't even Jewish.

My husband is dead
because he had black hair.

Is that right?

No more questions.

It's basically a matter of the whole being greater
than the sum of its parts.

A crowd acts very differently
than an individual.

In other words, because of
the circumstances. ..

a good person
will do bad things?

Well, look at the fans
at a soccer match in England.

Hysteria invades the crowd.

Because of
the collective frenzy...

the individual has
no power to resist.

Thank you, Doctor.

Doctor, did you ever hear
the defendant say...

that he heard
voices telling him...

to kill Mr. De Santis?

As a matter of fact, he did.

He heard Reverend Ott telling him about the substandard
treatment of his people.

He heard hundreds of voices
in the crowd screaming:

"Get the Jew!"

(Stone)
So, in your opinion...

the defendant is not legally responsible
for killing Mr. De Santis.

That is correct.

So | assume you'd have to have the same feeling
about a crowd ...

of good old boys...

atree, a noose...

and a dead black man
in Mississippi.

Objection.
Sustained.

Nothing like invoking a good old-fashioned lynching
to blind a jury.

Nothing like confusing them
with a bellyful of self-pity.

Why don't we just take
the gloves off, all right?

And stop behaving
like advocates.

He killed a man. That's a crime.
Hell, maybe it's even a sin.

But he was provoked.

Do you really believe that?

That he was provoked by
a couple of hundred hooligans?

By a couple of
centuries of hate.

Between you and me, Ben...

as a black woman, | am ashamed of what happened
on that street.

Are you?

You have a hell of a way
of showing it.

You don't get it, do you?

| don't want that
to happen again.

No, you don't get it.

By infantilizing
your own people...

you are guaranteeing
that it will happen again.

After all these years,
you really had me fooled.

| had no idea that your suit of liberalism only came out
of the closet. ..

when it was fashionable.

Shambala.

Just once | want someone to stand up
in this country and say...

"| did it.

"I'm responsible
for my actions.

"Not my television set,
and not the color of my skin."

And if it makes
you feel good...

to call me a racist.

Fine.

But if you're really looking for who is responsible
for racism these days...

take a good look in a mirror.

(Roberts) The Reverend finished talking,
anhd...

| don't know,
people were like...

crazy or something.

Tell us what happened
when you saw Mr. De Santis.

Well, there was a lot of pushing and shoving
and screaming.

| didn't know
what was going on.

People were screaming:

"The Jew killed Damon."

Do you remember
breaking the car window?

No.

How about dragging
Mr. De Santis from the car?

No.
Hitting him?

No.

| just remember the screaming.

Thank you.

Mr. Roberts.

Do you regret
killing Mr. De Santis?

Sure, | don't want to see
anybody dead.

(Stone)
What about Mr. Berger...

the man who killed Damon Fox?

A little kid gets
run down in the street. ..

and nothing happens
to the guy who did it.

What if it was some white kid
onh Park Avenue...

and the car was driven
by a brother?

(Stone)
But it wasn't.

It was a Jewish businessman
up in Harlem.

He's walking the streets...

and you could go to prison
for the rest of your life.

What else is new?

They own the banks,
the buildings.

A Jew shaps his finger
and everybody comes running.

Now, is that what you were
thinking about...

when you saw Mr. De Santis?

| don't Know. Maybe.

Come on.

You wanted revenge, right?

You're damn straight, | did.

So. .

| guess there is something
you remember...

about the attack after all.

No more questions.

The defense calls
Joshua Berger.

(Stone)
About what?

He was not a withess.

He can, however, testify as to the defendant's
state of mind.

| don't know where you're going, Ms. Green but you'd
better get there fast.

I'll give you time to
prepare cross, Mr. Stone.

(Green) Sir, after your
grand jury appearance...

you left the courthouse
through the rear door.

Isn't that true?

The police thought
it would be better.

And you agreed with them?

They said there was a lot of people out front,
they might cause trouble.

Who might cause trouble?

Are you talking about blacks,
sir?

| said "people," Ms. Green.

Sir, isn't it true that
your excuse...

for leaving the scene of the accident was that
you were scared?

| panicked.
Because you were in Harlem.

You're scared of blacks,
isn't that right, Mr. Berger?

|! am not a racist.

You're not only scared of them, you hate them,
isn't that true?

Look.

Any middle-aged
white person...

Jew, Baptist, atheist,
whatever. ..

who says that
he's not frightened...

no, make that terrified...

to find himself alone
on a city street...

being followed by two or three
black teenagers...

is a liar.

Oh, | see.

So you only hate some blacks.

One-on-one,
you don't mind blacks...

but more than two of them together
scare you.

Do you read about Jewish teenagers
carrying guns...

and selling crack
onh street corners?

So, Bugsy Siegel and Meyer Lansky
didn't do anything wrong...

until they were in their 20s?

I'm sorry to disillusion you,
Mr. Berger...

but you are a racist.
Objection.

Sustained. Can you blame
my client for being angry?

In my chambers.

As soon as this is over,
Ms. Green...

you can expect a briefcase full of sanctions
to hit your desk.

| was only trying to--

To offer irrelevant evidence in order to inflame
and prejudice a jury.

Now we'll be lucky if this jury doesn't throw
Berger in jail.

| assume, Your Honor, that you will
instruct the jury...

to disregard Mr. Berger's
testimony entirely.

I'll do you one better,
Mr. Stone.

Berger's testimony is out...

and so is everything having to do with
this mob psychology crap.

Then | have no defense. Tell that to the jury,
Counselor.

This should have been over
in a couple of hours.

What could they be
talking about for eight days?

There are 12 people in that room,
not 12 computers.

Roberts admitted
he killed De Santis.

The judge's instructions eliminate
any possible justification.

Yeah. Juries
always listen to judges.

[intercom buzzing]

Yes?

You're kidding.

(Judge) Is there any reason to believe
that further deliberation...

would lead to
a uhahimous verdict?

No, Your Honor.

Then | have no alternative
but to declare a mistrial.

[people cheering]

[people chattering]

Three were for murder two.
Four for man one.

That leaves
five for acquittal.

On retrial we exclude
their expert testimony...

and the jury only hears
our withesses.

Not going to be a retrial.

Isaac Roberts killed an innocent man.
You're going to let him walk?

If | thought we could impanel a jury that would give us
a chance of convicting...

I'd try the case myself.

Now, you'd think that 20 years
in this office ..

you'd have a sense of reality.

Reality?

The reality is...

that no one is willing to stand up and draw a line
in the sand.

Nobody is willing to say
that the law is the law. ..

and if you break it,
you'll be prosecuted...

win, lose, or draw.
Nobody except you, of course.

Adam, better to light a match
than to curse the darkness.

Even if it lights a fuse
that could blow up the city.

What do you want?

Peace without justice?

I'm willing to straddle a fence
so this city can heal.

Can you understand that?

[sighs]

| understand that.

And that cure...

is worse than the disease.

And it's a solution...

that | just can't be part of.

[scoffs]