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[indistinct
police radio chatter]

[sirens blaring
in distance]

[man] I'll be there all night.
Do me a favor.

Don't ever pick up
anything again
without your gloves on.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

Have forensics
call me first thing
in the morning, all right?

And I want Mike to call me.

-Thanks.
-Uh, excuse me.

I'm looking
for Detective Mirelli.

Yeah, you got him.

Oh, good.

District attorney's office,
Julie Janovich.

Felony Bureau said
there was a knifing.

Razors.

-I beg your pardon?
-Come here.

Pete, make sure
those samples get to the lab.

[man] You got it,
Lieutenant.

This guy lost
a couple of pints of blood.

-What was the argument
all about?
-Argument?

There was no argument.

Skinheads.
They go for the winos.

Seven victims
in the last nine weeks.

Over here.

-[indistinct
police radio chatter]
-God.

Razors.

Fillets him pretty good.

What's that odor?

Guy was high
on a quart of antifreeze.

He threw up all over himself.

If you light a match,
your troubles could be over.

Just think of him
as an empty suit.

You've got the victim,
the blood, and the suspect.

How was he caught?

Heading off up the street,
ran into a police car,

cracked his head on the window,
and he broke his nose.

Evidence?

We got the razors.

You get the picture?

We run the suspect
off to the station.

He's full of mouth.
We get a statement.
That's it.

You said
there was something else.

Oh, yeah. No.
Forget it. It's nothing.

Let me see it.

No, no, no.
I don't think you want to.

I want to see it, Mirelli.

What is it?

My opinion?

It's an ear.

[opening theme music playing]

♪Living in a real world♪

♪We try to rise above♪

♪All we see, searching for
something to believe♪

♪One day you'll find
you can make a life♪

♪That's worth living through♪

♪If you are living
for the truth♪

♪All that we're trying
to win♪

♪Feels like a mountain
to climb♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪

♪Hold on♪

♪Hold on♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪

♪Hold on♪

♪Hold on♪

♪We can make it over
over time♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

Highlighting our own names,
Searls? Very tacky.

[Gene] Morning, everybody.

Okay, we've got a lot of ground
to cover today.

We have to move very fast.
Bear with me.

Searls.

People versus Antoine Adams,

convicted of murder
with special circumstances.

Penalty phase.
Where are we on this?

Putting the victim's father
on the stand this morning.

This is a capital crime.
You're going for the maximum.

Your defendant is a juvenile.
How does your jury look?

Witnesses look definitive
and conclusive.

Peter Bauer's got little
to call upon for the defense.

I could have a death sentence
by the end of the week.

Jury's great.

-I've got him.
-Don't count on it.

Not when you're asking them
to execute somebody.

Julie, you were
on felony duty last night.

You were
at the Harper Street division,

and you took a confession
from a Robert Cutler.

I got a confession.
He attacked a vagrant
on Tennessee.

He gave up
the whole thing.

Despite the fact
that a message

was conveyed to you
not to question the subject

-until his attorney arrived?
-What?

Robert Cutler
called his parents,
who called their attorney,

who spoke to Detective Mirelli

the moment you arrived
from the scene of the crime.

He was asked not to allow you
to question the subject
until his attorney arrived.

-So why did you?
-I didn't get the message.

I didn't know
he had an attorney.

And I get a call from
Cutler's attorney,
and he's incensed.

Boss, nobody spoke to us.
We went to talk to the suspect,

who all but threw
his confession in our faces.
He was that smug about it.

I-- I went
to the bathroom first.

I left Mirelli alone
at the desk.

He must've been told
about the call
while I was away.

He let me take the statement
without telling me.

So now you have a confession
that can be ruled inadmissible.

Witnesses.
No indictment without them.

Go find them.

Briggs.

People versus Calhoun.

Who?

Morning.

Why did you lie to me?

I didn't lie to you.

Why didn't you tell me
about the lawyer?

Because you wouldn't
have gotten the confession.

-Which now I can't use.
-Of course you can use it.

Oh, we have a legal scholar
in our midst.

-The guy's over 18.
He's an adult.
-Excuse me, Your Honor.

Detective Mirelli
overrules your finding.

He was read his rights.
He was offered a chance
to call for counsel

before speaking
to the DA and the cops.

He gave his confession freely.

-A lawyer was called.
-He called for a lawyer.

His mommy called
for a lawyer, not him.

And if the court doesn't
accept the difference?

Then you have your victim
as a witness.

Oh, wonderful.
The victim.

I forgot.

Who are you kidding?

I put him on the stand.

The suspect will be
in a three-piece suit,

his hair grown
into a nice crew cut
by the time we go to trial.

He'll be smiling,
clean shaven.

He'll look like a choir boy.

This whole thing
will be written off

as a private citizen
protecting himself
against a vagrant.

I want witnesses.
[gasps] Don't do that.

Let me make myself clear.

-Are you listening?
-Yeah.

I don't eat
with my ears.

The second, and I mean
the second you get something,
you get a hold of me.

Is that you?

In the blue?

You make a cute kid.

How much of this
do you understand, Mirelli?

On a scale of one to ten?

Go to hell.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm on my way.

We were just closing
the store.

My wife and I and our two sons,
Robert and Jonathan,

when that--
the defendant entered,

he had a gun.

He started grabbing clothes
and trying them on.

Did he talk to you?

Chatter.

Crazy.

Hey, man, you like this?
Does this look cool?
What do you think?

He was having fun,
like a kid.

Go on.
Go on, and then?

When he found
what he wanted,
he turned to me

and he asked me which one
of our two sons did I want shot.

Which one of your two sons
you wanted shot?

How did he say it?

Was he angry,
bitter, upset?

No.

It was like a matter
of no importance.

[Christopher] What did you do?

-I pleaded with him.
-You gotta cut it out.

I said, shoot me
if you have to shoot someone.

[Christopher] What was
the defendant's response?

[Mr. Weiss] He wouldn't be
put off.

I begged, and I pleaded,

and I said, I could
not make such a choice.

And what did
the defendant say?

He said he'd make
the choice simple,

that he'd shoot them both.

And he did.

He shot Robert...

twice in the head.

He killed him.

[Christopher] And Jonathan?

Shot once.

Once.

He severed his spinal cord.

He's paralyzed.

Your Honor, may I have a word
in private with my client?

Yes, I would,
Mr. Bauer.

Your Honor, that's improper.
He's trying--

If it was improper, counsel,
I would have denied his request.

You've had six weeks
to get a performance
out of your client.

[Judge Williams]
Knock it off, Mr. Searls.

Fifteen minutes, Mr. Bauer.

What are you doing in there?

And why don't you put
a blindfold on, huh?

Give everyone on that jury
a gun.

Let them blow
your head off.

That's what
you're telling them to do.

Antoine, that jury is watching
every move you make.

You've got to show them
you care.

We don't have
a lot to give them.

We have Didi.
We have your baby.

No. I told you, you ain't
bringing Didi into this.

You ain't putting her
in there.

-She don't--
-Antoine, I am trying
to save your life.

And I can't do it alone.

You're the one who
wants this, man, not me.

[Peter] There's no one here
who doesn't sympathize
with your loss, Mr. Weiss.

Two decent young men,

raised in
a nurturing environment,

given care, given comfort
by loving parents.

I'm sure you share
my sorrow, Mr. Bauer.

But I'm confused, sir.

So help me.

What was it that turned
what appeared to be

an ordinary, a boyish robbery
into a double shooting?

He came in to rob us,
to kill us.

But he didn't kill you.

He shot your two sons.
Why? Why them?
What happened?

-Something happened.
-You weren't there.
You didn't see him.

He was cold-blooded,
a killer.

But that's not quite
the impression you gave us, sir.
You said he became one.

He was childish one moment,
a kid having fun.

He wasn't wearing a mask.

He made no effort
to hide his identity.

Then, suddenly,
brutal, vicious.

What was it that could
have caused such a change?

-Were words exchanged?
-No.

You said nothing to him.

I told him
to take the clothes

and leave my wife
and boys alone.

Leave your wife
and boys alone.

Was it at that moment
that Antoine became aware

that Jonathan
and Robert were your sons?

Yes.

I-I-I guess, maybe.

And then the change.

And he asked which son
should he shoot.

-Yes.
-To whom was he speaking?

-To me.
-Only to you, to the father?

Yes.

Was he sinister?
Was he angry?

Was he gleeful?

His face just changed.

-With emotion?
-No.

No. No emotion.

No emotion?

As though he weren't aware

of the consequences
of his behavior?

-Objection!
-I'll rephrase the question.

Mr. Weiss,
in your personal opinion,

do you feel
that Antoine Adams

was aware of the consequences
of his actions?

Yes. He had to be.

Then why would
he leave witnesses?

Why would he
leave witnesses?

Thank you, Mr. Weiss.

[woman] You'll notice
the crown moldings
and the cedar closet.

I think your future
is really here.

Subject, of course,
to your approval,

which I must share this
with you.

I know will only
be a formality.

I don't know, uh...

My sofa, just...
And the carpeting,
look at this.

[sighs] And this dining room,
it's just too big.

Oh, no, my dear, there are
so many things you can do.

-Just think accessories.
-[dog barks]

Hello, Mrs. Cuscox.

Hello.

And let me share this.

Georgian and your crystal,
and an Eisendieck on the wall.

Share the bedroom with me.

Well, certainly, Mr. Brigman.

Eisendieck?

-That, I take it,
was the co-op board.
-Close, if not it.

As in, who are my friends,
who do I sleep with?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, God.

I want this place.

The perverse wants and needs
of our generation.

I've lived my whole life
waiting for Mr. Right

to come along
and carry me
off into the future.

I always thought that
was the missing link
to my happiness,

but you know something?

It's not.

My happiness is up to me.

And that's why
I want this place.

It's my gift to me.

-You know what I mean?
-Yeah, I do.

So what am I gonna do?

Change the carpet.

[laughs] Come here.

Dr. Hayes, would you
please explain to the jury

how you became familiar
with this matter?

I examined
the court transcripts
of the trial,

the grand jury minutes,
witness statements,
police reports,

also the defendant's background,
his juvenile record,

psychological evaluations
done on him by Dr. James

when he was in
the Youth Detention Authority.

And what conclusions
did you draw?

He's dangerous.

He has no social conscience.

That's how he was able to
commit the crime

in the manner
in which he did it.

He has no feelings
toward people.

He hates authority
and has all his life.

So in your expert
medical opinion, Dr. Hayes,

what is the prognosis
for this defendant
to kill again?

Objection, Your Honor!
May we approach?

Gentlemen.

-Your Honor...
-This witness
is gonna render

-what this case is about.
-Calls for speculation.

Let's take this in order.
Mr. Searls.

Whether the defendant
should be executed

to make sure
that he doesn't kill again

must be discussed
and allowed into testimony.

The man
is a hair-trigger killer.

And a prognosis
by an expert medical witness

-is exactly appropriate
to that decision.
-Mr. Bauer.

This is so highly prejudicial
to my client.

-This is my case!
-That's it, Mr. Searls.

I insist I be allowed
to present it.

Or you will be sleeping
on a very hard bed tonight.

Your Honor, this is
so highly prejudicial
to my client

that somebody could be
allowed to give an opinion,

essentially
no more than a guess,

as to what someone might do
tomorrow or years from now.

It's rank speculation.

I get the picture.
I want to think this one over.

I don't believe it.

Come on, you can't make
a decision on this now?

You're right, Mr. Searls.

I can, and I will.

I'm going to sustain
Mr. Bauer's objection.

I will not allow this witness
to speculate as to the future.

That's it.

-[phone ringing]
-[indistinct chatter]

Hi, Christopher.

Hi.

You think that's funny?

Yes, I do.

Call me wild, call me crazy.

Out!

Boy, this is your day
to tell the world

to go to hell,
isn't it, Searls?

What?

Oh, I heard about
your little temper tantrum

with Judge Williams
this morning.

The servants do talk.

The jury found him guilty.
Murder one, huh?

No regrets,
no remorse, nothing.

I have absolute,
solid testimony.

Judge Williams
won't let it in.

Bauer's throwing dust.

He doesn't have a damn thing.

I don't hear the magic word.

Word? What word?

Jury.

I've got a conviction.

But now you're asking them
to kill this guy.

That's not an easy thing
for them to do.

You have to show them
that you care,

that you're not
just out there trying to put
another notch in your belt.

Do you want
to win this thing?

[scoffs]

You're sitting there
in my chair, in my office.

Who the hell are you
trying to tell me
how to win this, huh?

Just a guy who's 2-0
on the big one.

You came to make a speech?

Make it.

Stay on the money,
Christopher.

Think about
what that jury wants.

They want to hang
this S.O.B.

But with you there
embracing them

and making them feel clean
and decent about it.

Stay on the money.

Become the 13th member
in that jury box.

You believe
in what you're doing?

Absolutely.

Then let them know it.

[tense music playing]

-[Grace] Modest, Porter.
-[laughter]

-Of course I am.
-You're humble, too.

[Grace] Where did you
find this guy?

Thank you.

Did you read what they spent
on that new garden?

[Julie] I read $50,000.

Only Marilyn would throw
an outdoor garden party
this time of year.

It's going to be
a hell of a bash, Porter.

Sunday, we're all
going then, huh?

Goddamn Marilyn.
She knows I just
got over a cold.

Well, maybe that's why
she did it.

Mm. A cause party, I think,
is what she's calling it.

-[pager beeping]
-[clicks tongue] Oh.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.
Please, go ahead without me.

I'll be right back.

You find a witness now, Mirelli?

I can't come now. I'm right
in the middle of dinner.

I can't come now.

Oh, God.

Okay.

I said all right.

Call the Felony Bureau
and tell them

I want a stenographer
to meet me there.

[Mirelli] Come on. Let's take
a short pass through it.

Hi, come on.

Come on.

-Hi, Amy.
-Hi.

Oh, my, my.

Okay, Detective.

Over there.

Where?

Him.

Him?

-Yeah.
-One guy?

I said witnesses, Mirelli.

That place was crawling
with bodies.

Oh, bodies. You want bodies?
Bodies, we got.

We got three of them
who slept through it
on the boiler.

We got another one who thought
the slasher was a jukebox.

Hey, come on. Wake up.

Just stay downwind.
That's what I always do.

Come on. Wake up.
The lady wants to talk to you.

He was gonna hit me
with a bottle, officer.

That's why I went out
and found me a bottle.

-Yeah, I know.
I don't blame you.
-You're kidding.

No. On the level.

He was asleep
in his shopping cart.

He woke up.
He saw the whole thing.

Right? You told half
the block, didn't you?

-[man] Yeah.
-All right, all right.
Let's get started.

State your name, please.

Spider.

What did he say?

He goes by the name
of Spider.

Were you at or near
Tennessee Street
two nights ago, sir?

What am I
doing here, Mirelli?

I don't know. I don't know.
It's my point exactly.

Look, this guy's
gonna be out of it

for, like, another
three and a half hours.

I know this great
little, um, all-night bar.

We could head there.
I'll drive.

This could not have waited
until morning?

You had to pull me out
of a dinner, an important...

-No, a very important
dinner for this?
-They got great ribs.

I want this man's statement.

I know. I wish
I could help you.

I'd get it for you right now
if I could, but...

You're right.
You're right.

All right, I'll get my key.

We'll get it now.
Get him up.

Thank you.

Come on.

-Listen to me.
-[sighs]

Just listen to me.

-I'm talking to Didi
this evening.
-I told you.

I'm putting her
on the stand tomorrow.

The hell you are, man.
I told you.

-That is just what
can't happen in there.
-Out of my face.

That is just what can't happen
in the courtroom.

If it does, the judge
will send you out

and make you watch
the whole thing on a monitor

in a locked room,
and I'll be the first
to recommend it.

She's not gonna be
no use to you.

She just lies, man.

Antoine, you are just a kid.

You're 17 years old.
You're just a boy.

I ain't begging
for nothing.

And you're gonna die.

Help me.

I can get you life.

You'll have a chance
to see your child grow up.

Hey, what do you want
from me?

I want that jury to see
for half a minute

that you care
about something.

Well, I don't.

You want your child
to have a father, Antoine,

or just a memory?

Leave my kid out
of this, man.

I can't do that. I can't.

Look at him when Didi's
called to the stand.

I want the jury
to see that.

Just look at your baby.
That's all. Nothing else.

That's all you have to do.
Do you understand that?

-Do you understand that?
-[sobbing]

What is it? What is it?

What is it? What is it?

Listen, Antoine,
talk to me.
What is it?

Talk to me. What?

Wait a minute.
I don't want...

I don't want...
Guard, let me out of here.

Talk to me. Listen to me.
I'm right here.

-Look, man. Leave me alone.
-Just talk to me.

Leave me alone!
Let me go!

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Antoine!

Listen to me!

Talk to me, Antoine!

[Mike] Who are your friends?

-Who do you date?
-Hey, hey.

What do you mean by "date"?

Do you have
any Black friends?

-Of course
I have Black friends.
-[both] No!

No Black friends.

Do you want to get
into this co-op or not?

The Bentley Arms?
What a blue-nosed place.

Very posh.

They cannot ask me
questions like that.

They will.
They're very clever.

-I don't think I wanna play
this game anymore.
-Uh, uh, uh!

She thinks it's a game.

Do you know the kind of people
that make up these co-op boards?

[Mike] A bunch of old fogies
who bought into the building

about 30 years ago
for 16 cents.

What you're saying
is that I have to violate
everything I believe in?

My, um... My ethics?
My moral standards?

Tenth floor.
View of the river.

Evening sunsets
and lights of the city.

I'll do it.

Call Didi Wills
to the stand.

[clerk] Didi Wills.

Please raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth,

-so help you God?
-Yeah.

[clerk] Please be seated.

Hi, Didi.

Hi.

Antoine Adams is the father
of your child?

Yeah.

And you and Antoine,
how long have you
known each other?

[Didi] Since we were
seven or eight.

That's a long time.
You knew his parents?

Yeah.

What about Antoine's mother?
What was she like?

She was always using
and doing tricks.

And what about his father?

He used to beat Antoine.

Broke his leg once.

Beat him near to death
one time.

He ran off.
Nobody knows where.

Who looked out for Antoine
after that?

His grandma for a while.

But then she died.

And he ran the streets.

What's he like, Didi?

I want you to answer truthfully,
whatever that is.

Well, he's a lot of things.

Do you love him?

Yeah.

Why?

Why do you love him?

'Cause he brings me
and the baby food sometimes.

And money.

That's it? Food, money?

He loves the baby.

He plays with him
and makes him laugh.

He was gonna teach him
how to rap, you know?

Didi, does Antoine
ever talk to you

about his childhood
or his feelings?

No.

What about the future?

We just always fought
and broke up.

But didn't he
always come back?

Yeah.

Why? Why was that,
do you think?

You think Antoine thought maybe
there was a future after all

with you and the child?

I guess.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Thank you, Didi.

Mr. Searls.

Didi, I'm not here
to trick you.

I'm not here to fool you.

So anytime you don't understand,
you just stop me, all right?

Okay.

I want you to look at this.

I want you to tell me
if you've ever seen it before.

Yeah.

What is it?

It's a court order.

Uh-huh.

And what does it say?

It say Antoine not allowed
to come around to my house.

Not allowed to see you
and the baby.

Isn't that what it says?

Yeah.

You asked for that court order,
didn't you, Didi?

[Didi] Yeah.

Why?

He beat you, didn't he?

You were put
in the hospital.

I'm sorry, Didi,
we need to hear your answer.

[Didi] Yeah.

What was Antoine's response
to the court order?

He beat you again,
didn't he?

Only this time he didn't
tell the police about it.
Isn't that right?

Didi, do you want to see
the hospital records?

-No.
-Isn't it true, Didi,

that Antoine had
no real relationship
with your child?

That he's never married you
nor given your son his name?

That he's only now and then
given any support or care

and has never given
any indication

of anything more
and that you're just hoping?

What do you want from me?
What do you want me to say?

I can't. You keep bothering me.
I don't know.

Isn't it a fact, Didi,
that you've had no control
over him as has no one else?

And that his actions
since childhood have
increased in brutality

until he's destroyed
one human being
and crippled another?

Your Honor,
the prosecution
is testifying.

He's not that bad.
There's good to him.

You just don't know.
You don't know.

You keep at me,
but you don't know.
You don't know him.

I don't want him to die.
Please don't kill him.

Please don't kill him.

[Didi sobbing]

[Christopher]
No further questions.

Thank you. What?

-[Mike] Good night.
-Good night.

I don't believe this.
My case is falling apart.

We're going to grand jury
in the morning.

All right, it'll take me
at least an hour to get down
there tonight. I will be there.

He's found another witness.
She's a hooker and she has
a completely different story.

-Good night, guys.
-Good night.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Julie] Mirelli!

-Where's the witness?
-I don't know.

She was supposed
to meet me here.

She promised that she
would meet me here.

And I'm standing here.
I'm pacing here
for the last two hours.

Fast forward, Mirelli.
What happened to her?

She backed out on me.
No show.

Wait a minute.
Wait a second.

-No show?
-No. That's it.

-I don't know.
-Or no witness?

Do I get an alternative?

No damn witness never was.

All right. Okay. You got me.

I'm guilty. I lied.

Damn you. Damn you.

-Taxi!
-Wait. Wait. Wait.
You're angry.

-You have every right to be.
-And you're shocked?

No, no, no.
I see that you're angry.

I mean, your face is flushed
and your eyes are shining,
which are fantastic.

But, look, we're here.

There's a restaurant.

And you are so gorgeous.

You just thrive on defeat,
don't you?

-You don't like me.
-There is that tendency.

Okay. All right. Forget it.

I can handle it.

There's no reason to think that
you would go along with this.

-Okay. All right.
-Do you know
what you've cost me?

-Cab fare?
-An extremely
important dinner.

So then you've got
to be hungry.

Why... Why me?

There are a million women
in this city.

-[sighs]
-You want to know why?

Because I never met
anybody like you.

Because you are giving me
some very serious problems.

And because ever since
the first day I met you,

I have not been able to
stop thinking about you.

And I'm sorry. I got excited
and I lost my head

and I acted stupid and, uh...

I apologize. I'm sorry.
I'm an idiot.

And there's no reason to think
that you would want to spend
the evening with me.

-No.
-Except that...

I would like you to.

I want to be nice to you.

Let me be nice to you.

Or I could go chase
muggers in the park,

and I would probably
be killed.

-People actually
eat in that place?
-Yeah.

And we got the best food
on the block.

We've got the only food
on the block.

I know, but we've got
the best table
in the restaurant.

This is probably
the biggest mistake
of my life.

No, absolutely not.
This place is certified

by the health department.
Come on.

-You sure about that?
-I'm positive. Come on.

I got a great bottle
of Italian wine.

What kind of food
do they have?

-This?
-Do they have vegetarian?

-No, it's all meat.
-[laughs] All meat?
I don't eat meat.

[Judge Williams]
Your closing argument,
Mr. Bauer.

Ladies,
gentlemen of the jury,

I know how you feel.

I know you read
the papers every day.

And you see kids killing kids,
kids killing adults.

And I know you're sick of it.
I know you're angry.

Because I'm angry.
I'm angry, too.

But we are charged
here today

with dealing
with the life
of this boy.

Of one individual.

You've all heard
the beginnings of the father

who so brutalized and terrorized
his own son as a child.

You've heard how,
from that beginning,

Antoine's outlook on life
was so twisted, so tortured.

Now, it's been said here
that there is no reason
for this wanton crime.

Really?

Is it not evident what Antoine
was doing in that store
at that horrible moment?

That he was paying back
his own father

for hideous actions
committed against himself?

Can it not be understood
that those traumas,

those early traumas
in Antoine's life

affected him to such
a degree that he lost

or buried all human feeling

that damaged and abused?

He no longer
had the capacity.

He has never had the capacity
to truly appreciate

or understand much more
than self-protection
and vengeance.

Now, while the law
may hold him responsible,

and while society
may ask for vengeance,

there is a huge difference

between a man
hardened by a life of crime

and a 17-year-old boy

who would become a man

who is savable,
redeemable, if you,

the jury, would allow it.

Now, that clue exists
in his relationship
with his child.

It is only a flicker,
but it is a hope.

I'm asking that
Antoine Adams' life
be spared,

that society may share
in his redemption.

Please don't kill this boy.

[Judge Williams] Mr. Searls.

You know,
in Western civilization,

we're always looking
for reasons.

We don't want to face up
to the responsibility

of dealing with that 3 or 4%
of the population
that prey on us.

We just don't want
to deal with it.

So heinous slaughter
is rewarded with life.

And today, we're
at that point again.

A man-- not a boy,
but a man--

has viciously,
without remorse,

destroyed two lives, coldly,

with calculating
and deliberate actions.

And I'm asking you
to forfeit his life for theirs.

This is not something
I look forward to doing.

But I can't believe
that the defense

spoke so sparingly
about the two victims.

Two innocent men
who left behind family,
friends, a community,

all because this man blew
one man's brains out
and crippled another.

The defense standing
in this room

and asking you to spare
the defendant's life

because he hates himself,
he has no self-esteem,

that he was acting out
of some incredible anger

and aggression towards the world
and anyone and anything in it,

and really,
he's just a frightened
little child inside.

[scoffs]

What are we saying with that?

That because
of his childhood,
it's okay?

You can kill somebody?

The defense is saying,
"Give the defendant a break!

Let him live!

Because we should understand

why he did what he did."

I'm sorry.

He's lost the right
to that argument.

He's not just killed someone.

He's killed in a manner
that none of us can appreciate.

We can't take the chance
that he's gonna do this
to another human being!

I'm asking you to impose
the maximum sentence
that the law allows.

I'm asking that this defendant
be put to death

under the laws
of this state.

Thank you.

Mr. Maxwell, Mr. Noble,
and Mrs. Jardine.

Hello.

Please meet Ms. Bauer,
our newest applicant.

Sit down, Ms. Bauer.
Would you care for some tea?

No, that's okay.
Don't get into trouble.

Some of those finger cookies
for Ms. Bauer, Sophie, please.

Well, a lady district attorney.

Assistant district attorney.

Ms. Bauer is very generous
with charities, you will notice.

Yes, I've always liked
to pride myself on--

United Jewish Appeal,
for example.

-Yes.
-You're Jewish, then?

No, no, I'm Lutheran.

-Not Jewish.
-No, that's just one
of the charities that--

Why would that
be important?

Well, not important at all.

Now, on to social activities.

You frequent a tavern
by the name of Moody's,
I understand.

No, I don't frequent it.

It's a gathering place for
the district attorney's office.

[Mr. Noble] Ah.

We go there to eat and talk.

One of your partners there
is a Mr. Michael James.

Partners?

[Mrs. Cuscox] At dinner,
at this Moody's?

The African-American gentleman
you brought to this building
yesterday?

Also, Mr. Eugene Rogan.
Close friend of yours.

A married man,
as I understand.

Excuse me, do you mind
if I take a look at your folder?
Thank you very much.

Acquaintances.

Oh, now, will you look at this?

There's a negative column
and a positive column.

Mr. James and Mr. Briggs.

Guess which column
we find them in.

I think when people make
an entry--

Excuse me, I have
a couple of questions

that I would like to ask you,
if you don't mind.

You have a $200 a month
co-op fee.

What exactly
does that provide for?

Well, we do have a day
in the social room every month.

A whole day?

Well, what kind of people
occasion this day?

Are they outside
our particular circle,
or are they us?

What's next?

Sexual proclivities.
Well, I think I can
help you with this.

Your list is incomplete.

I date.

I go to bed with some.

Seldom on the first night.

I always know their name,
and I use precautions.

Is this making you nervous?

We have our standards,
Ms. Bauer.

Excuse me, I'm going to make
this really simple for you.

My father is an alcoholic.
My brother was a womanizer.

I have friends who are married.
Some of them are men.

I have friends
of the Hebrew persuasion,
others of color.

Do you have a problem
with this?

I am qualified
in every reasonable way
to get this co-op,

and if I don't get it,
I'm going to sue
your asses off.

-[gasps]
-I'm gonna hang on to
this for a little while.

Good day.

[tense music playing]

Has the jury reached
a verdict, Mr. Foreman?

We have, Your Honor.

[Judge Williams] Will
the defendant please rise?

Please read it, Mr. Foreman.

We, the jury,
unanimously conclude

that there are
no mitigating factors

sufficient to preclude
the imposition

of the death penalty
upon the defendant.

And the court shall sentence
the defendant, Antoine Adams,
to death.

[gasps]

[Judge Williams]
The jury is released.
Thank you for your efforts.

This case is put over
30 days for sentencing.

Antoine!

[soft music playing]

-Any comments?
-No, no, thank you.

Mr. Searls,
could you make a statement?

Please, no more questions, okay?

[elevator bell dings]

-[bell dings]
-[door opens]

Excuse me.

-See you Monday.
-Bye.

-Good night.
-Good night.

-Searls, congratulations.
-[sighs]

Yeah, thanks.

-What's wrong?
-I don't know.

This trial, this whole thing...

-[sighs]
-Come here for a minute.

Listen, Searls.

Death penalty trials
are brutal.

On everybody.
They are the worst.

They're devastating.
You did a remarkable job,

especially considering
this is your first one.

Now, I know
what you're feeling.

The case is over,
and you are left

with the realization
that you just sent a man
to his death.

It can be overwhelming
to have that kind of power.

That's not
what's bothering me.

What is it?
What's bothering you?

I liked it.

[tense music playing]

[closing theme music playing]