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(theme music plays)

�

(indistinct shouting)

You're on your own.

(woman singing
in foreign language)

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(cell phone ringing)

Yeah?

It is.

Which prison?
Okay, I'll be there.

250 bucks, no personal checks.
Don't talk to anybody.

Male reporter on TV:
We've got Patricia live
out there now. Patricia?

Female reporter:
Thanks, Roger.
I'm standing outside

Nasir Khan's
Jackson Heights home.

We understand this is where
the murder suspect lives

with his parents and brother.

Male reporter:
Mr. Khan!

(reporters clamoring)

(door buzzes)

Salaam alaikum.
Alaikum salaam.

Check it out.
My son's sick,

so my wife couldn't make it
to put money in my account.

Know what I'm saying?
So maybe you do me a solid

and front me
for a few things.

I'll settle up with you
tomorrow, no doubt.

Female guard:
Next.

Give me six beef jerkies,

six honey buns,
a bowl of moisturizer,

a box of Q-tips,
some Japanese noodle cups,

say, six,
and that jigsaw puzzle there.

Female guard:
Next.

Nasir:
Can I please get some, uh,
instant lunch chicken noodles?

Man:
You know you just got took.
You know that, right?

Nasir:
Yeah.

What the fuck
is wrong with you, man?

That's gonna
happen every day now.

Everybody knows about
that girl you raped and killed.

What you got to do now--
I didn't rape
and kill anybody.

Did I ask you that?

What you got to do now
is start walking like a man

who's not afraid
to look a man in the eye,

only don't you ever
look him in the eye
'cause you'll regret that.

You know what I'm saying?

So, look and don't
look someone in the eye?
How am I supposed to do that?

Like this.

Boom, boom...

boom.

It's easy. You.

Boom.
Man: Okay.

And when you fuck that up,
and a man want to talk to you

for motherfucking
staring in their eye,

you just be polite
and respectful

'cause respect's
all's anybody's got here.

But if they still
want to fuck with you,

disrespect you,
then you better stand
your motherfucking ground,

even if you got
to get your ass beat.

'Cause you start
backing down in here,

you fair game and you done.
You hear me?

Yeah.
Man: Good.

I'll make a proper
convict of you yet.

I tell the barber,
"This ain't the cut I asked for,

and I ain't leaving the chair
until I get it."

Mm-hmm.
He says,
"You want a good cut?"

Next thing I know,
he comes out
with this machete.

I swear to God, I just went
all instinctual on it, you know?

I didn't realize I stabbed
his ass until police

pulled the scissors
out my hand.

So you were in fear
for your life?

Hell, yeah.
It was like a dream.

In fact, I ain't
even sure if it was me.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

�

Priest:
...valley of
the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,
for thou art with me.

Surely goodness
and mercy shall follow me.

(continues indistinctly)

Mourners:
Amen.

"And God shall wipe away
all tears from their eyes,

and there shall
be no more death,

no sorrow, no pain."

My condolences.

Who are you, again?
John.

I'm investigating
what happened.

You're a detective?
An officer of the court.

You all were close?

I see you've
met Mr. Stone.

Did he introduce
himself properly?

He's the attorney
for Nasir Khan, or was.

So, whatever he wants
from you right now is to
help your friend's murderer.

Correct me if I'm wrong.

I'm just offering
my condolences as
a private citizen.

What are you doing here?
I'm doing what you
should be doing.

I'm trying to figure
out what happened.

I know what happened.
I don't think so.

I don't even
think you think so.

You bother any
of these people again,
I won't be happy about it.

Man:
This is family business.
Get out of here.

Yeah, mind your business.
What are you even
doing here?

What do you mean,
what am I doing here?
I'm part of the fucking family.

What are you doing here?

Yeah, sign the papers
and send the checks.

Don't fucking
call me anymore.

Call me again,
see what happens.

All right? Call me again.
Fucking prick!

�

(bell tolling)

(camera shutter clicks)

(indistinct chatter)

You want to know
who's who in the zoo,

who to watch out for,

you got to check out
those card games,

see who got the temper,
who got the cool.

Only don't you get
in any of those games

'cause what you
don't want to wind up
is owing somebody money.

That song don't end,
my nigga.

And get some meat
on you, man.

Start eating,
working out.

But don't just go in there
and start pumping, man.

First you got
to look around, you know?

You see who's where,
which crew got benches,

'cause ain't no
crashing that party.
Okay.

Okay.

Now, that man right there...

I'm not playing
with this dude.

You know who that be?

Yeah, kind of.

Charm a brother,
promising this, that,
and the other.

Next thing you know,
he got your ass
by the throat.

With all the muscle
he got in here, he don't
got to do that any more

than a spider need
to sweet-talk a fly.
You know what I'm saying?

Well, someone else told me
I should make a deal with him.

Who?
With him.

Nah. Who told you that?
Some guy.

Who the fuck guy?
I don't know his name.

He wrong.

He leading your ass down the
garden pass with that advice.

(inmate laughs) Yeah, right.

That's bullshit.

Are you taking pictures?
Me? Nah, I was just, uh...

Let me see your phone.
No.

You're invading
people's privacy.
You need to leave.

No, I was just...

My son. We're trying to
find a good rehab facility.

Oh, bullshit.
No, really.

Then call and make
an appointment,

but you need to get
off the block now.

All right.

I'm going.

Hey, it's a free country.

(orchestral music plays)

Woman:
Given what's happened,
we think it'd be best

if Hasan were to take
a leave from school.

A leave? How's he
gonna keep up if he leaves?

You could hire a tutor
to come to your home.

Don't you understand?
He fought back
because he was provoked.

No doubt. But some parents
have expressed concern, too,

about his presence
in the classroom.

And we have to think
of the entire community--

Salim:
No. He is on the honor roll.
He does his homework.

The police took his schoolbooks,
but he still gets A's
on his tests.

Do you think I want to do this?
Then don't.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, yeah,
hang tight, okay?

All right. Hang tight.
I'll be there.

I'm heading downtown.

You're welcome.

Hey, good luck
with your son.

Thank you.

Lynn thought you
were a reporter.

I look like a reporter?

Print, maybe.
On camera, no.

She was a patient?

"She," like
I'm a mind reader?

Yeah, like you're
a mind reader.

Give me your phone.
I'll snap her file.

Give me yours.
I'll put my number in.
You can shoot it in texts.

So they can trace it
back to me? Nope.

Most of the ATMs
around here max out at $200,

but the one up on 14th
by the CVS kicks out $350.

Meet me back here
in an hour.

$350?
That's right.

Don't lose that phone!

What phone?

I'm kidding.

(indistinct chatter)

Now, understand,
everything in here is a weapon.

And I mean everything:
match, toothpick, thread,

ink tube
from your fucking pen.

Even that.
Not even boiling, neither.

It's hot enough
to mix up your noodles,
your Swiss Miss or whatever.

Squirt some baby oil in it,

throw that on a dude,
shit is like napalm.

Take your skin right off.

Where do they
get the baby oil?

Commissary.
Ain't that some shit?

Man:
Yo, blood.

Yo, blood, you play Spades?
I need a partner.

That's right.
You don't want
to owe anybody.

Anyway...

(continues, indistinct)

(hip-hop plays
on car stereo)

Here you go. From now on,
anybody else you want

to know about,
it's a straight $100 head.

We got a shitload of celebrities
this year. All right?

Mm-hmm.

�

John:
Your Honor, when my client
was erroneously picked up

in last night's pro sweep,

she was carrying
a six-pack of formula

and a box
of disposable diapers.

I mean, what kind of lady of the
night are we talking about here?

Are you sure the diapers
were for a baby?

(laughter)
They were Pampers,
Your Honor, not Grampers.

(laughter)

If the state has no
objection to dismissal?

Man:
No objection, Your Honor.

Judge:
See you next time.

Thank you, Your Honor.
Judge: Next.

Man:
The people vs.
Daniel Evans Farkas...

John:
Ten percent finder's fee.

Man:
...2/6 of 2014.

So you got any time tonight?

I got some.

Hey. There you are.

You just saved me
from having to deal
with your boss.

I'll be out in a minute.

Let me buy you
a coffee, huh?
Woman: Yeah, okay.

John:
She's been in there
three times the last two years,

crashed out every time.

And that's not saying she
hasn't been other places, too.

I'd definitely check
into that if I was you.

This isn't admissible.

Why not?
I paid good money for it.

Of course it isn't,
not without a subpoena,

so you should get one.

You should also check to see if
she's got a sheet. A rap sheet.

Yeah, I know what a sheet is,
but what does it matter?
She's the victim.

What, Naz isn't, too?

If I was still his lawyer,
I'd at least
pretend I thought so.

It's like having
a nuclear arsenal.

You don't want to use it,
but if the other side
knows you got it,

they tend to come
to the table sooner.

And you can stop staring
at my feet any time you want.

I'm sorry. It's just, um, my
father has the same condition,

not as bad, but, uh...
You know what
I really resent?

Attractive, young women
telling me I remind
them of their fathers.

So, you want them?

(sighs)

Yes.
Cost me 500 bucks.

I prefer a money order.

Nice doing business
with you. (groans)

Guard:
Take those off.
Change into these.

Why?
'Cause Freddy said
they match your eyes.

Just do it.

What if I want
to keep this one?

Guard:
Then you're an idiot.

(door buzzes)

�
(singing in Spanish)

(man speaks Spanish)
Thanks, Marcus.

She'll text you, and then
you'll pick me up right here.

Driver:
Yes, ma'am.

(food sizzling)

Hmm.

Man: Go to two. Go, two.
Man 2: All right. Yeah, yeah.

Male reporter:
Mr. Khan! Mr. Khan!

(reporters clamoring)

When's Khan up?
Like 10th.

Bump him to first.

I want these cameras
out of here.

(reporters clamoring)

Alison:
Hello. I'm here
to see Nasir Khan.

Who's Nasir Khan?
Yo, who wants to know, man?
Where's my aspirin?

Hey, what's up?
(inmate whistles) Whoo!
Goddamn!

Go on. Go sit with the guards.
I need a coffee.

Nasir, hi. Sit down.

Hello, I'm Alison.
Hey.

I'm your new attorney,
and I'm here to help you.

Help me! I'm migraining
like a motherfucker here.

And in order to help you,
I need you--
They supposed to get me

to get me an aspirin,
but they didn't.
Okay, sir.

In order to help you, I need you
to trust me like you've never
trusted anyone in your life.

I need you to listen to me,
everything I say,
from this moment on.

You think you can do
that for me?
Yeah.

Good. One, when we go out there,
I do all the talking.

Two, do not smile.
Do not scowl. Do not slump.

Keep your head up.
Look straight ahead.
But don't stare at anybody.

(laughs)
What's funny?

Look, but don't look
anybody in the eye.
Yeah, that's right.

Nah, man, that ain't right.
You got to make eye contact,

show them you're not afraid.
Was I talking to you?

I'm just saying.
Go away.

Three, circus geek
is never a winning look.

At least they didn't put you
in an orange jumpsuit.

(metal detector beeps)

I know. It looks like
two Subway sandwiches.

Go up. Next.

(spectators murmuring)

What are you doing here?

Just getting a feel
for what's coming, John.

You?
You know, I live here.

Bailiff:
The people vs. Nasir Khan,
indictment number 4157 OF 2014.

Arraign the defendant.

The grand jury of the state
of New York has indicted you

for the crimes
of possession of a weapon

for deadly purpose,
resisting arrest,

aggravated sexual assault
in the first degree,

and murder in the first degree.
How do you plead?

We've got a full
dance card today, folks.

Not guilty.
Not guilty.

There you go.

Your Honor, at this point,

I am filing a copy
of the indictment report

and the victim disclosure
statement report.

Alison:
Your Honor, I wasn't here
for the preliminary arraignment

due to the fact that
I wasn't yet retained,

but I'm certainly here now.
And it is my understanding

that when my client was
remanded at that first hearing,

he was advised the issue
of reasonable

and affordable bail
would be revisited,
so that's what we're doing now.

Mr. Khan vigorously maintains
his innocence and is intent

on fighting these charges
until he's exonerated.

He wants to go to trial,
and so is not a flight risk.

If we instead would like to see
a young man with no criminal
record turned into a criminal,

then let's have him
sit at Rikers as long as the
slow wheels of justice take.

Your Honor,
it's a felony murder.
He's facing life.

There's no bail
high enough to guarantee
he won't take off.

(chuckles) Where?
Where is he gonna go?

To Pakistan,
where he's never been?

To some al-Qaeda training camp?
I mean, what is going on here?

There's nothing
going on here.

Well, he doesn't
even own a passport,

so where is he going to go?

Your Honor, I don't know
if it was media pressure

or political pressure
or just good old-fashioned
9/11 profiling,

but I have never seen a grand
jury dance so fast in my life,

leaving me no time
to properly prepare.

Prepare for what?
This isn't his trial.

You'll have plenty of time
to prepare.

And it's not as if
he didn't have professional
counsel before.

Excuse me?
"Professional counsel"?
He had John Stone.

(laughter)

Judge: Ms. Crowe...
Alison: Your Honor?

Not in my court.

I apologize.

Your client seems to have
a little trouble looking at me.

Look at the judge.

That's better.

Mr. Khan, I see no reason
to change your bail status.

You remain on remand,
and we're done here. Next.

Bailiff:
The people vs. Luke Waltman,

indictment number 6244
of year 2014.

Johnny,
that was uncalled for.

This is not
a level playing field here.

The victim
is an upper-class Caucasian,

the accused a striving member
of one of the most reviled
ethnicities in America.

May I say something?

My client
was consciously over-indicted

by a D.A.'s office eager
to score fast and score big,

and we look forward to our day
in court. Thank you.

(reporters clamoring)
Next time,
don't interrupt me

when I'm trying
to save your son's life.

(reporters clamoring)

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Guard:
All right, keep it moving.
Let's go.

Gate!
(door buzzes)

(gasps) Fuck!

Ah!
(door buzzes)

I want to talk to Freddy.
He want to talk to you?

Ask him.

Freddy:
Just tell your sister to
load up a Green Dot card,

text me the account,
and we good.

Any chance
of an advanced taste?

Let him in.

Why the green one?

Because orange
means violent felon.

It kind of predisposes
the judge in a way
that's not to your advantage.

I didn't ask for it.

But you wore it, didn't you?

Don't worry about it, man.
We cool. You don't
owe me nothing.

Anything else?

Why me?

That's good enough.

Why you?

Let me show you something.

Out of all of this,
what am I most proud of?

That.

Yeah, that's right.

See, most convicts...

I mean, they got any
kind of paper at all,

it's some "study in your cell
at night" GED bullshit.

See, me, I like school,
so I did it right.

I mean, life wound up
taking me where it took me,

but still, right?

Have a seat.

You know what
the two most popular books
in the prison library is?

"The Art of War,"
for obvious reasons.

And "The Other Side of
Midnight," for obvious reasons.

You want to learn what it takes
to survive in here...

Read this.

The man can write
about dogs and teach you
everything you need to know.

Thanks.

But I've read it.

Man:
Hey!

That's my money,
all of it.

You see that big dude
right there, Victor?

I asked him once,
"Well, where's the Gaza Strip?"

You want to know
what he said? "Vegas."

(both laugh)

And then comes this bright
little college motherfucker.

Like a care package
for my brain.

That's why you.

But you still got to ask,

or I can't help you.

Help me what?

Survive.

See, survival in here

is all about your alliances,
my desert brother.

Those husky dogs knew that.

(rap music playing
in passing car)

(John, woman moaning, grunting)

I like it on.
I like it off.

(both moaning)

No, I want it...
I... I like it on.

Okay.
I like it on.

Okay.
Oh, yeah.

(both moaning)

Oh, that's it.
That's it, Johnny.

That's it. That's it.
That's it. That's it.

Mmm.
Oh! Ahh!

(sighing)

Oh... Oh, yeah.

Oh...
Yeah.

I need a towel.
Okay.

(woman grunts)

Oh, God.

Thank you for today, baby.

John:
Thank you for tonight.

(sighs)

Man:
So don't you want
to know what I'm in for?

I was told never to ask that.

By who?

The "be Freddy's bitch"
dude again.

Fuck that nigga.
(laughs)

Man:
I had a niece around
the same age as your bro.

Got murdered by her fianc�.

Now, how much time he did?

Two years. Why?

'Cause the verdict got
overturned on appeal.

Bad instructions to the jury,
and the county prosecutor
office didn't want to retry.

A month later, he's out.

I see this nigger in a club.

He drinking, dancing, living.

I'm like, "Nah."
I go home to get my whistle.

I come back
to slaughter his ass.

Boom. Miss.
Caught a busboy instead.

So now my niece is dead,

busboy's dead,
and I'm in here,

and that nigga's out there
like a nut-swinging applejack.
Ain't that something?

I'm sorry.

Pretty girl, too.

You want to see a picture?

Okay.

Man:
Four months pregnant, too.

Man:
They're fully
in the right to do that.

(indistinct conversations)

If we see any more of these
headlines with his face...

(continues indistinctly)

The guy's a Sikh,
and he gets beat
half to death.

Offer them low murder,
and we're done with it.

Doctor:
Oh, my God,
what the hell is this?

You look like you've
been going after yourself

with a sharpened pencil
or something.

Chopstick.

Well, I had a guy use
a knitting needle once.

You could see right through it
to the ankle bone with that one.

You wouldn't believe
what people do to themselves.
I would.

I'm ready
to jump out a window.

Yeah, I've seen that, too.

Uh, so what's in the bag?
Is that your medicine
or your lunch?

What I've been using
from another doctor.

Gimme.

Just level with me.

Is there any fucking hope?

Not with any of this.

And not with you gouging
yourself like that, either.

First, you're gonna go
to a pharmacy
and pick this up.

This is real medicine,
not Mickey Mouse medicine,
a serious corticosteroid.

Then you're gonna go
to a medical-supply place,

get a U.V. lamp--
they're a little pricey--

and some U.V. glasses.

Then you're gonna
go to a grocery store,

get some Clorox,
and bathe in it.

Here's how much to use.
Clorox bleach?

Or you can keep hacking
away with your chopsticks

until you're walking
around on your kneecaps.

It's up to you.

(panting)

Yo, Freddy.

Hey, Freddy, man.
We ain't got no beef.

Beef? Who said
anything about a beef?

Just looking
for a big man to spar with.

(grunts)

Come on, Fred.
Freddy: "Come on," what?

Man, I heard you took silver
in the Gloves, man.

Show me what you got, baby!

That's what I'm talking about.
I like that.

Oh, shit.

For real, for real, huh?
That's what I'm talking about.

Chill, man.

What's up with that
cell phone business, bro?

I ain't got no
cell phone business.

I don't know what you're
talking about.

Shit, dawg. I must
have heard wrong, then.

(grunting)

Come on, Freddy.
I told you, I don't know
what you're talking about.

(grunting) Oh, man.

Not one cell phone?

Oh!
(heart beating)

(grunting)

We'll knock five years
off the max, 25 to life.

He'll be before
a parole board in 20.

Before them for what?
Murder is murder.

They'll never let him out,
and you know it.

You want to talk seriously?
Take life off the table.

Oh, I don't think
I can do that.

Well, I won't be able
to sell him on
an indeterminate sentence,

so I guess that's it.

Murder two,
no sex assault,
capped at 25.

Man one, flat 10.

You're kidding.
No, I'm not kidding.

High man, 20, serves 15.

Okay. We'll take our
chances with the jury.

That's it? You expect me
to negotiate against myself?

Yes.
Man one, flat 15.

I can try that with him.

I think you'll succeed.

(Muzak playing)

20 milligrams. Wow.

John: What?
Nothing.

What?
It's just...

I'm not saying
it's gonna happen,

but possible side effects from
taking steroids this strong...

Like?
Like, you know, hair loss,

explosive acne,

uncontrollable crying jags,
shrinking balls.

On the other hand,
there's an excellent chance

you'll hit
75 homers this year.

(sighs)

Alison:
What I say in court
is for the judge.

What I say to the press
is for the public.

But with you, I have to be
honest, and it is not good.

Running away with a knife
from the scene
of a brutal stabbing murder

documented with photos
that'll make
a jury's heart stop...

But I didn't do it.
We are way past,
"I didn't do it," Naz.

Here's what time it is.
If you are convicted,

which you likely will be,
you will spend the rest
of your life in a cage,

waking up every morning
wishing you were dead,
unless...

Unless?
Unless I can somehow
convince the D.A.'s office,

and it is a long shot,
to accept a plea
of manslaughter

with a max sentence
of, say, 15 years.

But I'm not gonna fight for you
on this unless you can say,
"Yes, I accept that.

It's better
than the alternative."

And, Nasir,
believe me, it is.

Can I think about it?

Of course.

But when we go before the judge,

it has to be "yes"
or nothing at all.

You understand?

Where's your associate?
My what?

The one who met
with my parents.

Oh, she's just...
she's in court. Why?

They liked her.

My parents.

(indistinct chatter)

What'd she say?

She said he's going
to say he did it.

What?

She told him to say it.

Dennis:
So, here's my question:

When's the D.A. gonna
grow a pair and actually
take a killer to trial?

You think it
was up to me?

I have a boss who has a boss
who has a boss.

How does it work with you?

You're so predictable.
And you're not?

(rock music plays)

Give me the Saints
in the under.

Why don't you just flush it
down the toilet, John?

The Saints couldn't
beat Cooley High.

You wanna bet?
Funny, man.

Hey, heard about your kid.
What, my son?

Woman on TV: He was there!
No, man,
your kid, your killer.

He had her blood on his clothes.
He had the murder weapon on him.

John: Ah. That.
He tried to escape
police custody.

Listen, I respect the D.A...
What'd you hear?

The deal.
Man, 15 for that?

Gift from the gods.
I assume you took it.

Jack and soda.

Oh, hey, John.

Heard about your kid.
What a gift from the gods.

Man:
Small money's gonna tell you,
"Take the plea."

I got to say, man,
the dude who killed my niece,

he took his chances
with the trial. Next thing,
he's walking free.

Now, understood, that's like
a freak of justice or whatever,

but if he took
what they offered,
he'd be upstate right now,

and I'd be bringing fresh
flowers to my niece's grave.

What was her name?
Nah.

I can't even bring myself
to say it no more, you know?

You understand what's
gonna happen in there?
Yes.

And you're ready to do it?
Yes.

I didn't like the sound
of that "yes." Try again.

Yes.

Guard?

Don't move.

Put it down.

Okay, I need you
to do something for me.

Officer, I'm here
to see the defendant.

Hi. I'm Chandra.

I'm working
with Ms. Crowe.

You okay?
Not really.

You know what's
going on here?

I do. And I know it's tough,
but it's a good deal.

You think I'm doing
the right thing to accept it?

Yes.

Well, why would they
accept it if it's
good for me?

Trials cost a lot of money.

If they can reasonably
avoid it, they will.

It happens every day.

Thank you.

For?

For just talking to me
like I'm a person.

What would you do?

She told me to come in here
and talk some sense into you,

but if I were you, I would
ask myself one question:

Did I kill her?

If the answer is "yes,"
take the deal.

If it's "no"...

don't.

Hey, unless you
fuck it up in there,
15 years is 12 years.

12 years, you still
have a chance of walking
out a human being.

Any more than that, no.

You'll be 35 when you get out,
and you'll still have a life.

Take the deal.

It says that I killed her.
No, it doesn't.

It says you don't trust
12 idiots on a jury to get it
right, and neither do I.

You want to play roulette?
Go to Atlantic City
where the odds are better.

My parents will never know
I didn't do it for sure.

They don't know that now.

Naz, I'd kill
to be 35 again.

Take the deal.

Bailiff:
All rise.

All right.

I understand that in an exchange
for a plea of guilty,

the people are offering
to downgrade the charge
of murder one

to manslaughter one
with a sentence of 15 years.

Is that your understanding
of the agreement, Ms. Crowe?

It is, Your Honor.
Mr. Khan,
is that your understanding?

Yes.
All right.

You're gonna be asked
a series of questions

by the district attorney.

If at any time you don't
understand what's being

asked of you or you have
any need for clarification,

feel free to interrupt
and ask any question, okay?

Okay.
Bailiff:
Defendant, please rise.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear or affirm to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth?
I do.

Have you spoken
with your lawyer before
making this application?

Yes.

Have you taken any
drugs or alcohol

or anything else that would
affect your ability

to understand these
proceedings today?
No.

Do you understand
that pleading guilty is
the same as going to trial

and being convicted
of manslaughter
in the first degree?

Yes.
You understand that
by pleading guilty today,

you are giving up your right
to cross-examination

or to call witnesses
to testify on your behalf
in front of a jury?

Yes.
Do you understand
that by pleading guilty,

you give up your right
to appeal to a higher court?
Yes.

Are you pleading guilty
because you are,
in fact, guilty?

Yes.

In your own words, then,

tell us what happened
on the night of October 24th.

I left my parents' house
in my father's taxi

to go to a party in Manhattan.

I got lost.

And Andrea got
into the back of the cab,

thinking I was
a real cab driver.

We drove uptown. We talked.

She gave me something,
some... some pill.

We went back to her place,
and we drank.

She gave me something else,
some powder.

We, uh...
we went up to her bedroom.

We had sex.

And then?

And then...

(soft panting)

Then I fell asleep
and woke up in the kitchen.

I went back up to the bedroom

to get my clothes
and say goodbye.

Then I went to her...

and I saw that she was dead.

I... I panicked. I ran.

And?

And, uh...

(floorboards creaking)

That's all I remember.

(whispering)
Are you kidding me?

Are you kidding me?

Ask him again.

You drank, took drugs,

had sex, and...

killed her.

No. No, I didn't.

Then what the hell
are you pleading guilty to?

Okay. What else
we got here today?

Alison:
You are an idiot.
You have fucked yourself.

Right now, out there,
that prosecutor,
that sweet lady,

is sharpening her knife,
and the judge is gonna help her

murder you for making
them go to trial.

And, frankly, I feel
like killing you myself.

So quit.
What?

What did you say?
Quit.

I should.

In fact, I do. I quit.

Gate.

Alison:
My firm will continue to work
for your son's exoneration,

but two things will change.

Nasir's primary attorney
will now be Ms. Kapoor,

and given that we're now facing
what will be a complex trial,

I can no longer offer you
our services pro bono.

Of course, you're
free to decline
and seek counsel elsewhere.

(rock music playing)

(line ringing)

Man on phone:
Westside Animal.
Yeah.

I'm, uh, calling about a cat.

It's an ugly
sort of orange thing.

Man:
Are you the guy with the feet?

Right. The guy with the feet.

That's me.

Yeah. I'll hold.

(dogs barking)

Man:
It's still here.
It's still there?

Man:
You want him?
No, I don't want it.

I'm just, you know, checking.

Man:
Okay.
Okay? Thanks.

Man:
You stuck to your guns.

That's good.

That's rare.

Maybe you'll get lucky,
and the judge will
screw up with you, too.

Well, I didn't take the plea
'cause I didn't do it.

Yeah.

That's what he said,
too, my niece's killer.

You didn't do it.
He didn't do it.

I guess don't
nobody do shit, huh?

This joint is so
chock-a-block with
"I didn't do it" motherfuckers,

they falling from the rafters.

Charlene.

What?
My niece.

Her name was Charlene.

And this...
this is for her.

(gasping) Fuck! Fuck!

(groaning)

(inhales sharply)

Who was it?

I don't know.
It was dark.

I asked you a question.

I answered it.

(chuckles)

(inaudible)

(keys jingling)

Say the words
for me, Nasir.

I need your help.

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