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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.

I feel stupid
taking him back.

Everybody knows
I dumped him.

It's embarrassing.

I mean, me and Tommy
got back together.

I know. I'm sorry, Chantal.

I didn't mean you guys.

Oh.

Neighborhood kid.

Henry Ware, 19.

Shot twice in the chest.

Wallet, keys,

and this in
his pockets.

Coke?

Looks like.
Good luck.

We'll let you know
how it turns out.

Meantime, voucher that.

Hey, are those
the witnesses?

Uh, the ones
that stuck around.

Friends of
the deceased.

Hey, uh, you want to tell us
what happened over here?

Man, I don't know.

We were just sitting here
talking with Bigboy.

Bigboy?

That's what we call Henry.

Anyway, we were just chilling,
you know?

Dude rides up out of nowhere,
fires off a couple.

Did dude say anything
to Bigboy?

Yeah, like, "Keep

your hands
off the goods."

Something like that.

And then what
happened?

Then we were
screaming and stuff,

and we couldn't
believe it.

Henry just grabs his
chest and falls down.

Well, what about
the shooter?

Rode off that way.

You think
they knew each other?

I don't know.

Never seen him before.

What did he
look like?

Kind of dark-skinned.

About our age.

Older maybe.

20, 21.

Anything else?

What? What's wrong?

He had like a weird eye.

A weird eye?

Something wrong it.
His right eye.

It was all white.

White?

Messed up,
kind of milky-looking.

Got any idea
what this was about?

No idea.

What about drugs?
Was he dealing?

Dealing?!

No. No way.

Detectives, we got
something here.

All right,
stick around

and give your numbers to
the sergeant, all right?

We got to make sure
these kids are
on the level.

I mean,
if he was dealing,

this was an ordinary
drug killing.

I got a C.I.
in this neighborhood
we could talk to.

Yeah, we got
some pretty good
tire tracks here.

Yeah, that's where

the witnesses said
the shooter rode off
that way.

Yeah, well,
we can take pictures,

make a cast.

Maybe we'll get something.

All right,
cool. Thanks.
Okay.

Well, we might as well
start canvassing
the neighborhood.

Yeah, see if anybody saw
a kid on a bike.

That oughta narrow it down.

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Sorry. I never seen a dude
with a "weird eye"

sellin' coke or smack
or anything else around here.

What about this guy?

Fat kid...
I seen him around.

Uh-uh-uh... Bigboy!

That's what they call him.

Yeah, but
he's small time,

nickel and dime,
you know what I mean?

You were right;
he was dealing.

I guess his friends
were just trying
to protect his good name.

Hey, uh, any idea who'd
want to take him out?

Like I said,
that dude
was small time.

"Keep your hands
off the goods."

Maybe Bigboy was stepping
on somebody else's turf.

Do you know who
controls the corner

where he got shot?

Bigboy never sold nothing,
all right?

Kid was strictly a mule.

We heard different.

We heard he was dealing
a little

on the side,
nickels and dimes.

Yeah, his friends say

he liked a taste, too,
now and then, so, maybe

he was dipping
into your "goods."

Listen, I caught Bigboy
skimmin' on my stuff,

you think I would have some mook
on a bicycle take him out?

I'll slap him up and down
the street myself.

Make an example out of him.

What about
the shooter?

Don't know no black kid
with a bad eye.

If we find out
you were ever even

on the same subway car
with him,

you're gonna wish
you never

dropped out
of high school.

I look worried to you?

You wanna keep working
this drug angle?

Much as I love mingling
with the lower crust,

why don't we find out

if the lab's got anything
on those bike tracks.

All right.

These don't look at all alike.

How can you be sure
they're from the same bike?

You know, I thought
the same thing, too,

but after comparing mold offset,
sipe pattern

and center rib
appearance...

You passed out
from boredom?

...I determined that they're
both Sinclair Cool Js.

The only difference
between the two tracks

is tread wear.

So one tire is less worn
than the other.

Not less worn--
brand new.

Being as you're such
a cycling enthusiast,

you happen to have a list
of all the places
that sell these things?

Milky, kinda cloudy...

Right.

So, was he in here
or not?

Kid said it was glass.

You know what? I had
a neighbor that had a glass eye.

If you looked at it
in the right light,
it looked white.

Did you sell this kid
a tire?

A Sinclair Cool J.

And while I'm taking it
off the hook,

he tries to stuff a couple
of Shimano pedals

under his jacket.

I told him if he ever came back,

I'd stick a Kooka crank

right up
his you-know-what.

When was this?

Three,
four weeks ago.

I don't suppose
he used a credit card?

Now that's funny.

On the other hand,

how many black males, 16
to 25, have a glass eye?

These days

they're mostly acrylic plastic.

Same as everything else--
glass eyes aren't glass.

They still have
to be maintained.

Maintained?

Well, you see,

the eye's natural fluid

eat away at the
artificial eyeball...

This guy's eye is white,
kinda milky.

Oh, yeah,
that can happen

if you try to clean it yourself,

with rubbing alcohol,
for example.

What kind of records
do you keep?

Basic stuff.

Name, age...

Race?

No, but we file by eye color.

Okay, brown-eyed patients,
16 to 25.

How many are
we talking about?

Here we go.

Um, about 400-plus patients
in that category.

Oh, God, I really thought
this was going to be
a whole lot easier.

This guy probably
didn't have insurance.

You take
those kind of cases?

Oh, Medicaid? Sure...

How's 50 or so sound?

Prison guards don't talk
to as many felons

as we have today.

That's what you get
for being so brilliant.

Yeah?

We're looking
for Foster Keyes.

He ain't in right now.

Who are you?

His cousin.
What's this all about?

A shooting.

What you tryin' to say,
Foster shot somebody?

We think maybe
that he saw something.

You got a card or something?

I'll give it on him
when I see him.

You happen to know
where he is now?

I'll tell him
to give you a holler.

You do that.

Mm-hmm.

You check out
the prison tats
on that dude?

If Keyes is our man,

Cousin Helpful here
is gonna tip him off

faster than you can say
aiding and abetting.

Hey, yo...
hey, what's up?

Y'all know
Foster Keyes?

Look, we already know
where he lives.

We just want to know
where he hangs out.

I hear he got a new girl.

You crazy?

I ain't afraid of him.

Hate that punk.

The other day I was sitting
right outside on the stoop,

wasn't bothering nobody.

Foss, he come up
and jack my Gameboy.

You know the girl's name?

No, but I seen her
hanging out

at the projects on 168.

Yo, am I going to get
my Gameboy back?

We'll do our best.

Later, y'all.

I been here six years.

Believe me,
if he lived here, I'd know.

Not him. We think his
girlfriend lives here.

Who is it?

It's the police.
Can you open up for a minute?

I just need to ask you
a question.

Hold on.

Lennie...

Thanks anyway.
Never mind.

It's the police!
Open the door.

What's goin' on?

Where is he?

Who? I'm the only one here.

I heard voices.
Your boyfriend...

I ain't got no boyfriend...

Foster Keyes,
where is he?

Kitchen's clear.

Is that the bedroom?

How long
you known Foster?

Ed!

Stay right here.

I didn't do nothing.

Good. Then you can
come out of the closet.

The witnesses
are waiting outside.

Yo-ho-ho,
and a bottle of rum.

What's up with the pirates?

The witnesses said
the shooter had
a "weird" eye.

I figured this would
rule out a bad ID.

Oh, hey, you all.

This is Shayna.

Shayna, this is
Lieutenant Van Buren.

Hey, Shayna.

They can't see me,
right?

Not even with two eyes.

Just take your time...

He wasn't wearing a patch
when I saw him.

We know.

Take a good look.

You see the shooter?

Number three.

You sure?

That's the one.

He shot Bigboy.

I don't even need
to see his bad eye.

That's him.

You'd be willing
to say that in court?

It's the truth.

Wasn't me.

Two witnesses saw you
pull the trigger.

What were they,
hallucinating?

Maybe they trying
to frame me up.

Why would they do that?

I don't know.
Mistaken identity?

Yeah, right.

So, where were you
that day,

around 3:30
in the afternoon?

Hanging with my boys.
Hanging out where?

LaGuardia Houses.

That's 150th street.

Yeah.

The whole time?

All day, all night,
till midnight almost.

You were there

the whole time?
Didn't go anywhere?

No.

Okay...

So who was riding your bike,

20 blocks away,
hmm?

I don't know.

Foster, you can't be
two places at once.

See, we got a scientist
who can prove 100%

beyond
a reasonable doubt

that your bike
made the tracks

that we found
at the crime scene.

And whoever
was riding that bike

shot and killed Bigboy.

And since we got
two witnesses
that saw you...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Unless you
can prove it wasn't you...

How am I supposed
to do that?

You're going down.

Murder Two.

That ain't right.

I can't help it
if somebody took my bike...

Then help us out here,

man-- maybe we can help you

get out from under this.

Mr. Keyes's attorney,
Gerard Wills.

Foster thanks you
for the hot coffee,

but the interview's over,
Detectives.

I heard about
your charade of a lineup.

Two eyewitnesses
identified

Mr. Keyes
as the shooter.

How do you know they
didn't see some guy

with an eye patch
pull the trigger?

Mr. Wills,
their initial I.D.s

said nothing
about an eye patch.

They were all about
a guy with a bad eye.

Milky white.
Sound like anyone you know?

Argue misidentification
until you're blue, Mr. Wills.

Do you really think
that a jury's gonna
believe your client,

with his record,
over two eyewitnesses
who are solid citizens?

Nobody else saw Mr. Keyes--
allegedly in the park--
when Mr. Ware got shot.

We got forensic evidence

puts your client's bicycle
at the scene.

Junk science.
Those tracks could've

been made anytime
that day.
We found drugs

on the dead boy,
and your client has

a well-documented history
of dealing in narcotics.

Not in that
neighborhood.

He never sold or bought
drugs from Henry Ware.

Sounds like your
two eyewitnesses
are your whole case.

Tell your client

that he would be smart
to plead this one out.

I'll convey your offer,
Ms. Southerlyn.

Don't hold your breath.

We think this
was about drugs.

Some sort of dispute over
territory, customers.

We're still working it.

How good are
your eyewitnesses?

Jimmy Gordon's
got a steady job,

and the other one,
Shayna Rosario,

is going part-time
to Lower Manhattan
Community College.

What about forensics?

We never found the gun.

We have the bike tracks,
but Wills is right,

it really rests
on these witnesses.

Teenagers. You never know
how they'll hold up in court.

Better shore up
the drug angle.

I knew something like this
would happen sooner or later.

I told Henry he needed
to stop what he was doing

and get a real job,
like his boy Jimmy.

But you know kids--
they think they're bulletproof.

They think
they're gonna live forever.

Do you know if your brother

ever bought or sold drugs

up at the 168th Street
projects?
I don't.

Sorry. It's not like
he would've told me if he did.

As far as I know,
he didn't know anybody up there.

Why?
That's where the
police found Keyes.

Keyes?

Foster Keyes-- the man
charged with Henry's murder.

He was staying
with some girl--

Jannette Richards?

Jannette.

Maybe Henry hung out with
a girl named Jannette sometimes.

Uh... ask Jimmy.

Jimmy Gordon.
Yeah. He and Henry

have been best friends
since forever.

If anybody would know, he would.

Yo, Ma, calm down.
I am not going
to calm down.

Not after what happened
this morning.

What happened
this morning?

First, he gets another one
of those phone calls.

Jimmy, you've
been threatened?
Yeah.

Saying he's gonna die
if he keeps talking to you all.

How many of these
calls have you gotten?

Three, four a week,
maybe,

since they arrested the
dude that shot Bigboy.

You recognize the voice?

Just some guy,
I don't know who.

The calls are the least of it.

He's leaving the house
this morning,

some kid walks up to him
with a gun

waving it in his face.

Never seen him before.

I've been telling him,

this is not worth dying for.

He won't be
the only witness,

Mrs. Gordon.

Shayna Rosario has agreed
to testify, too.

If she wants to put her life
on the line, that's her choice.

I've got to
do this, Ma.

Bigboy was my best friend.

How would it look if
Shayna testified and I didn't?

We'll investigate the threats,
Mrs. Gordon.

I'll talk to the DA's office.

They'll arrange some protection
for your son

during the trial.
What kind of protection?

He'll get a
police escort

to and from the courthouse.

That ain't much--
what about

when he goes to the corner
to get me a quart of milk?

Is there anyone
he could

stay with
for a while,

outside the
neighborhood?

You could go to your aunt's
in Brooklyn.

All right.

Now, listen
to me, Jimmy.

You need to stay at your aunt's
till the trial is over.

Do not go back
to your old neighborhood.

Do you hear
what I'm saying?

I ain't afraid of these guys.

Bunch of punks.

Jimmy.

All right. Okay.

I heard they found the shooter
hiding in some girl's closet.

Jannette Richards.

Jannette?

You know her?
That's Foster's girl.

Bigboy was messing with her
the other night.

I told y'all
it wasn't about no drugs.

I've changed my mind.

What happened, Shayna?

Were you threatened?

The more I thought about it,

the more I realized
I wasn't sure who
pulled the trigger.

She just doesn't want the
wrong guy going to jail.

We can protect you.

She doesn't need
protection.

She's not testifying.

Shayna...
how are you gonna feel

if Henry's killer goes free?

If he kills somebody else?

You don't need me.

You got Jimmy.

I already told the lieutenant,
I ain't scared.

Yeah, well, it's
all right if you are.

But I ain't.

The grand jury's
gonna be the easy part.

There won't be a
defense attorney there

to attack your story
and try and trip you up.

But when we get
to the actual trial,

Foster Keyes is
gonna be there

staring at you.

Yeah, with his one good eye?

And his friends
and his family are
gonna be there.

The defense attorney's
really gonna go after you.

He's gonna practically
call you a liar.

He'll challenge
everything you say.

Bring it on.
I can handle it.

All I got to do
is tell the truth, right?

You'll be fine.

Bigboy was real easy-going.

Jannette just pushed him
too far.

She kept saying he was so fat

he couldn't never hook up
with a girl

even if he did find one
that would have him.

That's when
he slapped her.

How did she react to that?

She was angry?
Real angry.

She kept screaming at him,
saying he was gonna be sorry

he ever laid a hand on her.

What else did she say?

Said she was gonna tell
her boyfriend.

He'd make it all right.

Was that the end of it?

Couple weeks later,
we were hanging out in the park.

Dude rides up and shoots Bigboy.

I mean... Henry.

Do you see that person
in the courtroom?

Him.

The defendant.

Foster Keyes.

Did Mr. Keyes say anything
before he shot your friend?

He said,
"Keep your hands off the goods."

Then he shot him.

No more questions.

Where are the police

on the threats
to Jimmy Gordon?

All of the calls came
from various pay phones.

There's no way
to trace them.

A soon as we convict
Mr. Keyes of murdering
Henry Ware,

I'm going to indict him
for witness intimidation.

Isn't that a little overkill?

Keyes'll be serving
20 to life.

We're sending a message--
we protect witnesses.

Go ahead. Sorry.

Southerlyn.

Neighbor heard shots,

saw a black male
walking from the scene.

We found your card
in the dead boy's pocket.

Thanks. I told him to call me
if he needed anything.

I wish he had.
Counselor.

What the hell happened?
We don't know yet.

Maybe he came back
to see a girl.

I thought that the police
were keeping an eye on him.

We were. He was supposed
to be in Brooklyn.

Your Honor, Jimmy Gordon's
testimony

was the crux of our case.

He was an eyewitness
to the shooting

and to the event that
precipitated it.

Since I never had
the opportunity of
cross-examining him...

His testimony
can't come in.

Are there
any more witnesses?

There was one, but she was
too frightened to appear

before the grand jury.

I doubt if she'll
come forward now,

especially in the light
of what's happened.

As I see it, Your Honor,

Mr. McCoy's just admitted
he's got no case.

Consider this my motion
to dismiss.

Motion to dismiss?

Your client just
added another murder
to his rap sheet.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to side with Mr. Wills.

I still have Jimmy Gordon's
grand jury testimony.

People v. Hellenbrand.

The minutes of a witness's grand
jury testimony

can be read into evidence

if the witness is
no longer available.

Hellenbrand only applies if
it's clear that

the defendant is behind
the witness's absence.

How much clearer could it be?

What more do you want?

A sign from God?

I would settle for some proof.

Res ipsa loquitur, Your Honor.

That's Latin for
"they got nothin'."

If you want a few more days
to shore up your case...

A few days

won't do me any good.

If you're not going to allow
the grand jury testimony,

at least give me leave
to re-present

when and if I have a new case.

Jeopardy has already attached.

Which means that the charges

will have to be dismissed
with prejudice.

Why not give the defendant

a pat on the back
on the way out?

Out of line,
Mr. McCoy.

If you find evidence that
Mr. Keyes was involved

with the murder of this witness,
you can charge him for it.

And if that happens,
Mr. Keyes better pray

that he doesn't draw
me as his judge.

Charges are dismissed.

Dismissed?
You got to be kidding me.

We'll keep working it,
try him again.

Double jeopardy.

He can't be tried again
for killing Bigboy.

He has a witness killed
and he gets off?

We have to prove
he's involved.

Then we can ring him up
for the murder of Jimmy Gordon.

But he still walks
on Henry Ware.

Afraid so.

Makes me want to accidentally
discharge my weapon.

The only way we're going to get
Foster Keyes

is to tie him to whoever
shot Jimmy Gordon.

Aside from
the description

of a "young black male"
and the two .38 slugs

they dug out
of Gordon's back,

we got zip from
the crime scene.

What about
the death threat list?

Keyes's friends and associates?

Keyes did a stint in juvie,
a year in Attica,

had three narcotics arrests.

I got to say,
the list goes on and on.

All right, let's start with the
sign-in sheet at Rikers,

see if Keyes had any visitors
while he was in custody

for Bigboy's murder.

Maybe that's how they arranged
the hit on Jimmy Gordon.

Who would have thought

so many guys named "Bernard"
visit prisons?

I've seen three already.

Keyes was in custody
for four weeks

and all we've found
so far on visits
are.... who, again?

Three from his mom,
one from Grandma,
one from his sister...

Right, but no known felons.

Wait a minute.

December 7, 3:06 p.m.

Inmate Foster Keyes.
Visitor...

"X"?
They signed with an "X"?

So the security guard checked
the driver's license

and it had an "X" on it?

Yeah. That and a picture
of Benjamin Franklin

was all the ID he needed.

Look, sometimes I'm doing
three things at once.

Maybe I didn't look
at the signature close enough.

All right, bro, maybe
we didn't make this clear.

Keyes may have hired your Mr. X
to kill a witness in his trial.

At best,
you screwed up big time.

Besides losing your job,

and your pension,

you might be looking at
a civil suit-- wrongful death.

I swear, if I remembered
anything about the guy...

Think. Is there any other
way we can track him down?

These are the only
records in here.

You know, some
of the inmates arrange

to bump into somebody

on their way
to the courthouse.

Or in the courthouse.

I only worked the first
couple days of the Keyes trial.

Appendicitis.

Okay, sometimes the judge
allows courtroom visitors.

Come to think of it,
Keyes did have

some family in the gallery.

Judge allowed them to visit
for a few minutes one day

before they sent Keyes
back to Rikers.

Anybody look suspicious?

They all did.

I recognized one of 'em.

He was a defendant
in another case.

About your complexion,
maybe a little lighter.

Built like a tank,
jailhouse tattoos.

Did he have one
on his neck?

Cousin Helpful.

You're in a world
of trouble now, Mr. X.

Why? 'Cause I went
to go visit my
little cousin?

Because the only witness

in your little cousin's case
took two bullets.

You didn't think that
was going to come back

on you, genius?

You've been arrested twice
for homicide

and the only reason you
ain't spending time in
a six by nine now

is those witnesses
happened to go away.

Six by nine?
That's cute, man.

What's that?

That supposed to make me
confess or something?

Look, bro, you can laugh
all you want to,

but we won't need
a confession from you.

And we're going to add
witness intimidation
to your case.

The jury's going
to eat that up.

Man I ain't intimidate nobody,

and I definitely ain't killed

this Gordon kid
you're talking about.

You got an alibi?

When'd it go down?

Between 8:00 and 10:00
last night.

Boom. I was hanging out at
Ray's Famous up on 126.

Matter of fact,
I'll even chill with you

down at the station
while you check on that.

Long as I ain't
under arrest.

All right, boom.
Get your ass in the car.

He was at Ray's from
8:00 to midnight.

The counter man,
the owner,

and two regulars
all remember him.

He made sure everybody
got a good look at him.

We sure he's the one behind
Jimmy Gordon's shooting?

He's Keyes's cousin.

Homey plays the system
like a Stradivarius.

Visits Rikers under the table,

has his crew intimidate
witnesses.

He's got the whole neighborhood
under his thumb.

You know what

his street name is? Slug.

And it ain't 'cause
he moves slow.

We've been looking through
his arrest reports.

Any luck?

A couple years ago

Slug was picked up
for an armed robbery

with a guy named
Calvin Jacob Rivers.

They knocked over
a bar.

Allegedly.

Let me guess.

Yeah. Two dozen witnesses

suddenly developed
simultaneous amnesia.

This guy's a walking epidemic.

Yeah, he's a public health
menace.

Go lean on
this Rivers character

and see if we can use him

to get any leverage on
Mr. Slug.

What's going on?

You don't mind if we
come in, do you, Mr. Rivers?

Your P.O. told us you'd be
crashing

at your grandma's crib.

Yeah, she ain't here right now.

You know, you haven't talked
to your P.O. in quite a while.

That's a parole violation.

You ought to give
him a call.

I been busy.

Yeah, murder has a way

of screwing up your whole
schedule, doesn't it?

Murder?
What you talking about?

Hey, where's he going?

Oh, we just want
to make sure

you don't have any
illegal substances

stashed on the premises.

That's a parole
violation too, remember?

I ain't done nothing wrong.

Look what I found
under the mattress.

A .38 and a stack of 20s.

Cat got your tongue?

That's okay, 'cause you have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you do say
can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

We have your client's prints
all over the gun.

I have no doubt that
ballistics will identify it

as the weapon that
killed Jimmy Gordon.

Even if you prove
it is the gun,

you can't connect it
to my client.

The police found the gun
under the mattress.

In his grandmother's
apartment, not his.

So, what? Granny did it?

What's the deal?

Shooting a witness is
a capital crime in New York.

You give us Ronald Duggan,

and I'll knock it down
to Murder Two, 20 to life.

Who's Duggan?

Slug.

Look, I'll be candid.

My client has certain...

Let me put it this way.

He might not fully understand
the ramifications here.

Ronald Duggan, a.k.a. Slug,

hired your
client, Calvin Rivers

to murder Jimmy Gordon,
a witness against

Foster Keyes, Duggan's cousin.

No, he didn't.

He testifies
against Mr. Duggan...

I ain't going to do that.

Calvin, please
don't say anything.

This is all about a pair
of kicks. That's it.

Are you saying you killed
Jimmy Gordon

over a pair of shoes?

Not another word.

I think this meeting's over.

Come on.

Remind me again,
who are the bad guys?

Slug masterminded the
intimidation of witnesses

and the murder of Jimmy Gordon,

the star witness in
the Foster Keyes case.

Rivers was
the trigger man.

You got the goods
on Rivers?

Ballistics identified

the gun we found in his
grandmother's apartment

as the one used to shoot Gordon.

Can you connect him back
to Slug and Keyes?

Without his testimony,
our case is thin.

We know that Rivers and Slug
were accomplices

in an armed robbery once.

Other than that...

And Rivers won't deal?

Apparently, he's more afraid
of Slug

than he is of the State
of New York.

Who was that other witness?

You know, the one that got
cold feet

before we could get her
before a grand jury?

Shayna Rosario.

If Slug threatened her,

and we can convince her
to testify,

we might be able to establish
him as the mastermind

behind the Jimmy Gordon murder.

I'll take another crack at her.

Look, I told you,
nobody threatened me.

As soon as you give us

a statement, we can
arrest Slug.

Jail won't stop him.

You don't think I know
what happened to Jimmy?

As long as I keep my mouth shut,
I'll be safe.

Not necessarily.

Slug may reach out and try
to silence you

on the chance you might testify.

Yeah, now he might.

Somebody sees you here.

If my father knew you were here
right now...

We're going to protect you.

Like you protected Jimmy?

We'll move you and your family
outside the city.

Someplace safe.

Police. Open up.

Yo, hold on.

Now!

All right, drop the cards,
and get your hands up.

Come on, man,
I had aces over eights.

That's a Hickock.

A what?

A dead man's hand.

Detectives, train ticket.

Oh, you going
somewhere, Slug?

Yeah, I was going to go
visit my aunt in Virginia.

No, you ain't.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Jimmy Gordon.

You, too, Foster.

I'm getting tired of you.

Well, you might as well
get used to it,

'cause we're going
to keep doing

this till you get it right.

Docket ending 235.

People v. Calvin Rivers,
Foster Keyes, Ronald Duggan.

Charges are murder
in the first degree,

witness intimidation,
and bribing a witness.

Defendants, how do you plead?

Mr. Rivers pleads not guilty.

Mr. Keyes pleads not guilty.

I thought Mr. Wills
was representing Mr. Keyes.

Not anymore. I'm Mr. Keyes'
attorney now, Your Honor.

Mr. Wills, I assume
you're here for a reason.

I'm representing
Mr. Duggan,

who pleads not guilty,
Your Honor.

People on bail?

The police found a duffel bag
and a train ticket

in Mr. Duggan's apartment.

He was going
to visit his aunt.

Not today.

Defendants are remanded.

Your Honor, because of the
nature of these crimes,

we're going to request lockdown.

I need to make a sealed record
before you in support of that.

Your Honor, is that really
necessary?

Apparently so,
Ms. Xiao.

I'll hear from
the People ex parte.

You will hear how
these three defendants--

Ronald Duggan, Foster Keyes
and Calvin Rivers--

murdered Jimmy Gordon.

You will hear
how Ronald Duggan,

known on the street as Slug,

arranged to have the state's
star witness in the murder trial

of his cousin,
Foster Keyes, killed.

In order to accomplish
this, he enlisted

the third defendant,
Calvin Rivers,

to pull the trigger.

Their plan worked.

Jimmy Gordon was murdered

before
he could finish testifying,

and the charges against
Foster Keyes were dismissed.

This is a crime--
the murder of a witness--

that threatens the foundation
of our judicial process.

A crime so heinous it is
punishable by death

in the State of New York.

Make no mistake,

all three men are guilty
of this crime,

which tears at the very
fabric of our civil society

and our system of laws.

But Ronald Duggan,

Slug, is the man
behind this murder.

A man who cast a pall
of fear and violence

over an entire neighborhood.

You will hear how he has
bribed witnesses,

intimidated them,
and finally, killed them,

in furtherance
of his criminal activities.

It's up to you to end
his reign of terror.

Ms. Rosario, when were
you first approached

about the murder
of Henry Ware?

A few weeks before
I was supposed

to testify
before the grand jury.

Against Foster Keyes?

Yes.

Did you recognize the man
who approached you?

No, I'd never seen him before.

What did he say?

Said he had a message.

Said somebody was gonna come
talk to me

and give me some money.

Did that,
in fact, happen?

Yes.

Did you recognize
this second person

who approached you?

No.

What did he say to you?

He started asking me

about Bigboy's shooting.

Asking me what I saw.

Did you tell him?

I tried to.

But every time I said something
about seeing the shooter

with the weird eye,

he said I was wrong.

Said I must've
made a mistake.

He said you were mistaken

about your identification
of the man who shot Henry Ware?

Said I picked the wrong man
out of the line-up.

He said I should tell the police
I didn't see who did it.

Do you see the man
who intimidated you

in the courtroom?

Objection,
Your Honor.

I never heard
the witness say
she was intimidated.

Rephrase, Mr. McCoy.

Do you see the man
who talked to you

about Bigboy's murder?

The man who said
you were mistaken

when you identified

Foster Keyes as the person
who shot Henry Ware?

Ms. Rosario,

do you see the person
who approached you?

I'm not sure.

My chambers. Now.

Ms. Rosario, can you identify
one of the defendants

as the man who approached you
or not?

This morning I got a call
on my cell.

What kind of a call?

A threat.

He said I was gonna die.

Shayna, why didn't you tell us?

Because if I thought about it,

I knew I couldn't go through
with this.

And then when I saw Slug sitting
next to Mr. Wills, I just...

I don't understand, Ms. Rosario.

What has Mr. Wills got
to do with this?

Mr. Wills,
please step back
into the courtroom.

Your Honor...

Now. Take your colleagues
with you.

What's this about?

Slug was the one
who talked to me

about Bigboy's murder.

Mr. Duggan.

Right.

And the last time I saw him,

he took me to see Mr. Wills.

Let me see if I understand this.

Mr. Duggan took you
to see Mr. Wills

while Mr. Wills was representing

Mr. Keyes for murder?

Yes.

Your Honor...

Let's go join Mr. Wills

in the courtroom, Mr. McCoy,
what do you say?

I want this on the record.

So do I.

A witness came to me

and recanted.

It happens.

Slug was sitting
next to her,

telling her
what to say.

What did you think
was going on?

I don't know who
I'm more appalled by

right now, Mr. Wills,
you or your clients.

I know who

I'm more appalled by.

He said he was
a friend of hers

supporting her while
she came forward

to say
that she had made a mistake.

He was not intimidating her.

Mr. Wills, if you were complicit

in any sort
of witness intimidation...

Absolutely not,

Your Honor!

And I will stake my professional
reputation of 22 years on it.

Whatever that's worth.

I intend to question Ms. Rosario
about this meeting

and about why she didn't
identify the defendant

on the stand.

If he is talking
about this morning's

alleged threatening
phone call,

he can't prove that it came
from any of the defendants.

In fact, seeing
as they were in lockdown,

it would be impossible!

Let's not be naive.

It's obvious
where the call came from.

I'll give you a day, Mr. McCoy.

If you can prove that the call
originated from the witnesses

or anyone acting
on their behalf,

you can question the witness
about it tomorrow on the stand.

If not...

Let's just hope
she isn't dead by then.

Excuse me?

That's what I thought.

At least he didn't
charge you with contempt.

He knows my contempt
is for Wills and his clients,

not the court.

What about the girl?

Will she be ready
to testify?

I'm going to meet with her
in the morning

and go over everything
one last time.

And the phone call?

The police traced it
to a disposable cell phone.

Well, so much for lockdown.

And they bribed the guard?

Probably.

Which means
we can't prove

the defendants
made the call.

Not before
tomorrow anyway.

The jury won't hear
about the threat.

Even with Shayna's testimony,

Slug's insulated himself
from Rivers.

If we're not careful,

Rivers will end up taking
the load for Slug and Keyes.

I'm sure that's exactly
what they have in mind.

You'll have to remind the jury
that Slug's calling the shots.

Yesterday,
you started to tell us

about a man
who talked to you

about the murder
of Henry Ware.

Do you see him
here today?

That's him.

Slug.

The co-defendant,
Ronald Duggan.

Between the time
you identified

Foster Keyes as the shooter
to the police

and when you decided
not to testify

before the grand jury,

how many times

did Mr. Duggan
come to see you?

Five, maybe six.

Yesterday, you
mentioned money.

It was always
the same deal.

Slug would come up to me
on the street,

act all friendly.

He'd talk to me
about Bigboy's shooting

and then he'd walk away.

And when I got home,
there'd be money
in the mailbox

or under my door.

How much money?

In all,

almost $3,000.

Ms. Rosario, yesterday
you failed

to identify Mr. Duggan.

When I saw Slug
sitting with Mr. Wills,

it startled me, you know?

Took me back.

Why?

I met Mr. Wills before.

Under what circumstances?

Slug took me
to his office.

I told Mr. Wills what
Slug wanted me to say:

That I didn't see
who shot Bigboy

and that I made a mistake

when I picked his cousin
out of the lineup.

Were you scared?

I felt like I was trapped.

I didn't want to lie
to Mr. Wills,

but Slug was
sitting right there.

So, yesterday,

when I asked you

to identify the man
who approached you...?

It was partly seeing them
together.

But mostly, it was the way
Slug looked at me.

Like I was already dead.

I don't think
anyone's ever accused me

of being scary before,
Ms. Rosario.

Are you sure you were scared

when you were in my office
that day?

You didn't seem scared.

I was scared of Slug.

Did Mr. Duggan ever say
he was going to hurt you?

He didn't have to.

I knew what it meant
when he asked me

to change what I saw
and then gave me money.

He gave you the money
personally?

No.

Then how do you know
where it came from?

I just knew. It was obvious.

One time he said I was pretty.

Said pretty girls
needed pretty things.

Another time he said

he heard my uncle
was in the hospital

and he knew that
it would cost a
lot of money.

He always said
stuff like that.

And every time,
after I talked to him,

somebody left me money.

Did you ever see
who left the money?

No. But I knew
it was him

because he was asking me
all the time

about Bigboy's shooting.

Telling me I didn't see
what I saw.

Doesn't it make sense
that he'd want to know

why his cousin
was being falsely accused?

It wasn't false.

I saw Foster Keyes shoot Bigboy.

That is not what you told me
in my office.

Slug wanted me to say that.

He was friendly,

he never harmed you
or threatened to harm you?

No. But Jimmy Gordon's dead,
isn't he?

Yes.

But Calvin Rivers' fingerprints

are on that gun,
not Mr. Duggan's.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the first count
of the indictment,

murder in the first degree,

as to the defendant
Calvin Jacob Rivers,

how do you find?

We find
the defendant guilty.

On the first count
of the indictment,

murder in
the first degree,

as to the defendant
Foster Keyes,

how do you find?

We find the defendant
not guilty.

On the first count
of the indictment,

murder in the
first degree,

as to the defendant
Ronald Duggan,

how do you find?

We find the defendant
not guilty.

On the counts of
intimidating a witness
and bribing a witness,

as to the defendant
Ronald Duggan,
how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Ronald Duggan, not guilty.