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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.

Where the hell is the car?

I called, like,
20 minutes ago.

Will you please relax?

The contractions
are just starting.

You're making me nervous.

Maybe I can hail a cab
on the corner.

Oh, my god!

Call 911!

Jimmy, take it easy.

My god, my water hasn't even
broken yet.

No, I'm serious, Janet!
Call 911 now!

Male, white, mid-30s.

No wallet on him, but we did
find this in his pocket.

Voucher it
and get it to the lab.

Anybody see anything?

Just the couple
who found the vic.

Where are they?

She was in labor,

so I took down their info
and let 'em go.

You're a soft touch, Jordy.

What do we have?

Single gunshot
to the back of the head.

Close range.

No exit wound.

Check out the gang tatts
on his arms.

Yeah, and those ae
standard-issue prison shoe.

He's built pretty solid too.

There's a lotta
recreation time upstate.

Thank you.
Anytime.

I wonder when he got out.

And I bet you a dollar that
that baggie is crystal meth.

Caucasian convict's
drug of choice

as soon as they get out.

He had a helluva day--

scored some crank
and then got clipped.

I love a public service
homicide, don't you?

stamping--

This is a direct-contact
wound.

The slug I fished
out of his brain

looks like a 9-mil.

Any signs he
put up a struggle?

He couldn't put up much.
His blood alcohol was .16.

He'd also had
a recent skull fracture.

Probably within
the last six months.

Musta had his ass kicked
when he was in the joint.

You got a time of death?

Well, the signs
point to between

8:00 and 11:00
last night.

Based on
his stomach contents,

his last meal was pizza.

Pepperoni.

Well, there's two things
every con wants

the minute they get out.

The second one is a pizza.

Huh, really?

What's the first?

The vic's prints came back.

Billy Trammell, 32.

He was at Sing Sing.

He did six-and-a-half of
a four-to-six for armed robbery.

Six-and-a-half?
Uh-huh.

Bad behavior,
plus a little extra time

for assaulting
another inmate.

He still owed the state two.

When was he released?

Yesterday morning,
first train to Grand Central.

And 12 hours later
he's dead.

We know he spent his lunch money
on a couple of slices

and maybe
some crystal meth.

All right,
firm up the time line,

and see if he bothered
to check in with his P.O.

Trammell showed up about noon.

We did the interview,
he aced the urine test,

gave me the standard
song-and-dance

about going straight
and gettin' a job.

But you weren't buyin' that.

Trammell wasn't exactly
a model prisoner.

He served more of his time
in the hole than out of it.

Plus he's hardcore
Brotherhood.

Half the dudes that come out
belong to a gang.

Brotherhood's
more than a gang.

It's a virus,
inside the prisons and out.

I gotta tell ya, those guys
give me the heebie-jeebies.

Last one threatened to kill me
if I violated him.

Did you?

Oh, yeah, but I thought
about it twice before I did.

Since then, I don't walk down
the hall to the men's room

without my Glock.

Where was Trammell gonna live
when he came out?

With his sister,
temporarily, East Village.

I checked it out
before his release.

Yeah, Avenue C.

That's two blocks
from where he was killed.

It sure is. Thanks a lot.

I knew he was comin',
but he never showed up.

Did you talk to him
yesterday?

No. But he must have told
somebody he was gonna be here.

I got a call in the middle
of the afternoon from some guy,

wanted to know what time
Billy'd be home.

Like I'd know?

Do you know
who that might be?

Coulda been the same guy

that stopped by here
a few weeks ago

lookin' for him.

Frank something.

Said he was a friend.

What did Frank look like?

Ex-con.

Bald...little
what-do-you-call-it

under his lip.

A soul patch?

Whatever.
Big, scary-lookin'.

Tattoos?

Oh, yeah.

Like some kind of
circus freak,

all over his neck,
his fingers.

One of his earlobes
was messed up.

Like somebody ripped
his earring out.

Here we go.

All of Trammell's priors.

Let's see if he had
any associates.

Hey, look,
there's a Frank Sweeny.

I'm gonna look
for an arrest photo.

Well, hello, Van Gogh.

What was he arrested for?

Armed robbey
in Queens in '9.

D.A. declind
to prosecut.

Queens?

Utopia Parkway?

Yep, that's righ.

Convenience stoe
sticku.

Well, that's the same robbery
that Trammell was arrested for.

Sweeny was outside at the wheel
when a radio car pulls up.

He bails, and he leaves
Trammell holdin' the bag.

And when Sweeny
gets arrested, he claims

that he didn't know Trammell
was stickin' up the store.

Trammell gave him up?

Apparently not.

So Sweeny skated
on a robbery charge.

And Trammell has six long years
to think about it.

Sweeny musta been
wettin' his knickers,

knowin' that Trammell
was gonna get paroled.

Sweeny did a stretch himself
for possession.

Got out a month ago.

I say we find Mr. Sweeny
and have a little chat with him.

How come you guys
are up my ass?

I'm just
a workin' stiff now.

You're a paroled felon
on a short leash.

Where were you the night
before last, Frank?

I was movin' boxes into
a warehouse 'til midnight.

I got three dudes
who will vouch for me too.

We're gonna need their names.

Yeah? Well, there was eeny,
meeny, miney, and moe.

Hey, don't be a smart guy!

You know how easy it is
to get violated

and sent back
to the Graybar Hotel?

Do ya?

Yeah.

So your boy, Billy Trammel,

your last
stickup partner.

Yeah, he's upstate.

Uh-uh, just got out.

Well, I ain't seen him.

Well, you missed
your big chance, Frankie boy.

He's dead.

So what are you sayin',
I whacked him?

You left him in that Utopia
Parkway convenience store,

holdin' nothin'
but his Johnson bar.

We figure you bumped him
before he can get to you.

Trammell's sister said
you came by her house

a few weeks ago.

I was just tryin'
to find him,

see if I could help him out,
ya know?

Get him adjusted.

The guy did me a solid
on that Queens deal.

I owed hi.

I think you still do.

Look, Billy came by my crib
a couple nights ago.

Oh, you hooked him up
with some crank?

No, man, nothin' like that.

We went out,
we had a few beers,

you know,
talked about old times.

Then I told him
I saw his old lady

with some new guy.

How did he take that?

He was pissed.

Said he wanted
to go find the bitch

and, you know,
straighten her out.

She got a name?

Yeah, Michelle.

Do you have any idea
where we can find Michelle?

Yeah, he said she works
somewhere in the East Village.

And?

Nothin'--I don't know,

I guess a restaurant
or somethin'.

Billy said, you know,
if he didn't get laid,

at least he'd get a free meal
out of the deal.

Can I go back to work?

Well, the Medical
Examiner did say

that Trammell's last meal
was a large pepperoni.

Yep, so Michelle obviously
worked at a pizzeria

in the East Village.

How many of those
could there be?

Thirty...forty...fifty.

We hear that Billy wasn't
too happy with you.

I never told him
I was seein' other guys

while he was away.

Are you afraid of him?

Yeah, actually.

Shows up here
the other night.

Tried to explain to him
about Vince and me.

He just kept screamin' at me,
callin' me a whore.

Finally, my boss
threatened to call the cops,

and he split.

Does Billy know
your new boyfriend?

Yeah, Billy and Vince used
to go down to the shore together

in the summertime.

That's where I met them.

Does your boyfriend know
Billy came by to see you?

Yeah, said he was
gonna talk to Billy

and tell him
to leave me alone.

Vince takes
really good care of me.

Sounds like a real prince.

Where can we find him?

He's not in any trouble,
is he?

He's got a stack of
transmissions to work on

and just skips out.

That's a helluva work ethic.

How long ago did Vince leave?

Half-hour, 45 minutes.

Any idea where he went?

If I did..

I wouldn't be changing
this gasket myself.

Hey, he got a locker
or something back there?

There's a hook on the wal
in the bac.

Uh, there's a beat-up
leather vest.

Today's Racing Form.

Got a couple of entries
circled.

Belmont's over an hour away.

Yeah, but there's an OTB
a couple of blocks from here.

Four to five and she runs
out of the money.

Never play the chalk, bro.

I know, I know.
Just not my day.

You have no idea.

y Trammell?

I don't know, six,
seven years ago maybe?

Just before he went up.

So you didn't go see him
the other night.
No.

This guy disrespects
your girlfriend,

and you didn't take care
of the situation.

Look, man, I ain't stupid.

Billy's been in gladiator school
the last six years.

I don't want any part of him.

Even if that means Michelle
kicks your ass to the curb?

She wouldn't do that.

She don't want nothin'
to do with him neither.

Oh, come on, Vince!

She's just tellin' you
what you wanna hear.

Billy was in Sing Sing
a couple of years.

Michelle goes to visit him.

He asks her to smuggle in
some H.

She do it?
Hell no.

Are you crazy?

After that, he and she
were through.

Oh, but I bet
she didn't tell Billy that.

The only problem with
this little fairy tale is this.

You told Michelle

that you were gonna go
straighten Billy out that night.

Lay the law down to him.

Yeah, yeah,
I was talkin' trash

'cause I didn't wanna
look like a punk.

But believe me, I lit a candle
I don't run into the guy.

Well, your prayers
were answered, pal.

He's dead.

Really?

Yeah, really.

So where were you
on Monday night?

I was playin' poker
at Foxwoods all night.

That would be one way
not to run into Billy boy.

The $3 table,
I never miss a Monday night.

I saw the surveillance tapes.

The dude played nonstop
from 8:00 to 2:00 Monday night.

Only dropped
a hundred dollars.

Well, he's in the clear.

Did we get the LUDs yet
from the sister's phone?

Yeah, the calls
she got for Trammell

the day he was
supposed to show up

came from Sing Sing.
From an inmate?

We don't know that yet.
I have a call in to the prison.

Riley said that Trammell
asked his ex-girlfriend

to mule dope for him
when she came to visit.

You think this is
about drugs?

Well, it's the biggest
business in the joint,

and The Brotherhood's
a major player.

Well, if you leave now,

you can beat
rush hour traffic.

A gram of heroin that goes
for 60 on the streets

sells in here
for a thousand.

That's an awful lotta
license plates.

They do it all
through the outside,

through family members
and money orders.

Was Billy Trammell
dealin' drugs?

We think so.
Small time.

He had a run-in with
one of the Latin King dealers

earlier this year.

Got his skull cracked.

Who was the Latin King?

Feo Ruiz, we prosecuted him
for assault.

What was he in here for?

Six to twelve for possession
with intent to distribute.

Do you think this could have
been a drug beef

between Ruiz and Trammell?

Coulda been.

Coulda been one guy looked
at the other guy cross-eyed.

You still open
for business, Feo?

Did the Latin Kings have a beef
with Billy Trammell?

Nothing in particular.

Was it about drugs?

So why'd you
throw down with him?

He sat in my seat.

And I wanted it back.

One of his Nazi homeboys
jumped in.

We just tussled a little,
nothin' heavy.

But you cracked the dude's
dome on a cell bar.

It wasn't me, cuz.

They charged you.

They had to charge
somebody, right?

They couldn't
charge the screw.

Wait, hold up.

Are you saying that
the corrections officer

cracked his skull?

Worley. Hated Trammell.

Cats and dogs, those two.

Bloods and Crips.
El odio del carajo.

Come on, Feo, you bust
Trammell's skull,

and you're tryin' to lay it off
on a corrections officer?

You think I'm tryin'
to run game on you?

Talk to Marsden.

Who's he?

The other pendejo
who jumped me.

Why would we believe him
any more than we believe you?

Marsden's the boss Nazi
in here.

He got no reason to lie

for a boricua from the Bronx
like me.

You want me to stay?

Nah, we got it,
we're good. Thanks.

Right outside.

Have a seat, Mr. Marsden.

I don't talk to five-0.

Hey, on the gate!

How'd your boy Billy Trammell
get his head busted in?

Screw says Feo did it.

Feo says a corrections
officer did it

and that you'd
vouch for him.

Yeah?

Why would I do that?

Maybe we can do
something for you.

Yeah? Like what?

I got five life sentences
runnin' wild.

Well, everybody wants
somethin', Mr. Marsden.

Another carton of cigarettes
from the commissary,

a few extra minutes
on visiting day,

make sure you get
your mail on time.

There's always somethin'.

Billy was tough.

There's no way Feo
puts him in the hospital.

So the guard did it?

Yo, on the gate!

John Worley.

One of my best men.

Yeah, Ruiz says that Worley
fractured Trammell's skull

with his baton.

Now, have you ever known
a con to tell the truth?

Well, he said there was
some bad blood

between the officer
and Trammell.

Look, John Worley
is old school.

He's by the book.

He is fair,
he's consistent,

he doesnt
play favorite.

Sounds like a yes to me.

Well, Marsden more or less
confirmed his story.

Marsden..

I'll tell you a story.

Two years ago Marsden had
one of my officers attacked.

"Had." You mean...
another inmate did it?

On the outside.

The officer was in his own
driveway gettin' out of his car,

and some neo-Nazi jumped him,

took out his eye
with a screwdriver.

Now, do you understad
what I am sayin?

Some of thee
younger offices

are intimidated by these
Brotherhood thugs.

But not John Worley.

Not John, he won't back down
to these thugs.

Don't you think
that it's odd

that with a cast
of characters like these

we're nosin' around
a career corrections officer

with an impeccable record?

I'm just sayig
if there's somethig

between Worley
and Trammell,

we ought to look at it.
Check this out.

Three months ago
Worley's son Sean

got popped in Rockland County
for possession.

How old is his son?

17.

Half an ounce of crank
in the car.

Don't tell me
he's doin' time.

Case is still pending.

Well, I guess it's time
to meet the Worleys.

When I heard Trammel
got kille,

I opened a bottle
of champagne

I'd been savin'
for my anniversary.

Yeah, we know he wasn't
one of your favorite cons.

He was a bottom feeder.

I never wrote him up
he didn't have it comin'.

Feo Ruiz and Kyle Marsden

claim that you busted
Trammell's head.

And you believed them.

A couple of convicts.

I didn't say that.

Everything okay, Dad?

Yeah, it's fine.
It's just something for work.

This is Sean?

He's got nothin'
to do with this.

Yeah, well, we need to know
where you were on Monday night.

He was home with me, why?

All night?

Yes, all evening,
all of us.

Well, I went out for beers
after work, first.

Remember, honey?

With another office.

What time was that?

About 8:00.

It takes me...

an hour to get home.

He was home by 10:00.

We're gonna need the name
of your drinkin' buddy.

John and I left work,

got to Disarro's
a little before 8:00.

How long did you stay?

A couple hours,
give or take.

Well, you sound
pretty vague about it.

Why are you lookin'
to lay this

on a dedicated
corrections officer?

Uh...we're not lookin'
to lay this on anybody.

You know what
those bastards did?

They flaked John's son.

And you're saying
that the drugs

that the police found
in Sean's car were planted?

I've known this kid forever.

He's like my godson.
He's a straight-A student.

So were you two together
that night or not?

I'm goin' home.

We subpoenaed Worley's
EZ pass records.

Somebody drove the family car
into the city that night.

Does the timeline fit?

Mm-hmm, comin' and goin'.

He hit the Henry Hudson Bridge
8:45 inbound,

11:58 outbound.

Maybe his wife or kid
used the car.

They both said that they were
home all night, remember?

So someone's lying?

Or someone else
used his car.

Maybe his buddy Palmer.
Maybe.

But devil's advocate--
We know that there's history

between Worley
and Trammell, right?

And Worley believes that
The Brotherhood set up his son

on a drug bust.

So after work, Worley gets
some drinks with a pal.

Leaves as soon as
his alibi's established,

which gives him enough time
to drive into the city

and wait 'til Trammell shows up
at his sister's house.

He sees Trammell
on the street,

three sheets to the wind,

follows him, shoots him.

Steals his wallet to make it
look like a robbery.

Wait a minute,
hold on for a second, will ya?

There's a lotta conjecture
in there, isn't there?

Shouldn't we wait for something
a little more solid?

Are you sayin' that
just because he's a C.O.?

I am ready to give a fellow
law enforcement officer

the same benefit of the doubt

that we would give
any other suspect

under the same circumstances.

We have no gun,
no forensics.

Yeah, but we've got
a pretty good motive.

D.E.P. did a sewer search
near the scene,

came up with a gun.

A nine that disappeared
a couple of months ago

from a Department
of Corrections

training center.

Ballistics run it yet?

Yeah, and they matched it

to the slug
that killed Trammell.

And one of the prints
on the gun is Worley's.

Does Worley train
at this Corrections center?

He's an instructor there.

Well, it stands to reason that
his prints would be on the gun.

It's still circumstantial.

Yeah, but it's enough
for probable cause.

Look, I know
you'd rather not--

It's fine, Lieutenant.

We'll go pick him up.

You armed?

In my back.

Thanks for not doin' this
in front of my house.

You're welcome.

John Worley...

you're under arrest for
the murder of William Trammell.

.

People v. John Patrick Worley.

Charge is murder
in the second degree.

How do you plead, Mr. Worley?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Ms. Southerlyn?

The defendant
stalked the victim

and then executed him
with a single gunshot

to the back of his head.

Your Honor, my client has
a wife and two kids

in Rockland Count.

He has served s
a corrections officr

for the better part
of 20 years.

Officer Worley has
no criminal record

and no history of violence.

Except against the victim.

A rival gang member
was convicted

of that assault,
Your Honor.

This victim had
hundreds of enemies

and was a ranking member
of The Brotherhood,

one of the nation's
most vicious prison gangs.

Save it for the TV cameras,
Mr. Fallon.

Your Honor, The Brotherhod
will have a contrat

on my client's head ten minutes
after he's in a cell.

Your Honor, please don't
put me in the system.

The defendant is free to request
protective custody, Your Honor.

Protective custody's
a joke to these people.

I'm sympathetic.

What can we do on bail,
Ms. Southerlyn?

For an accused murderer?

For a law enforcement officer
with an impeccable record.

I have a house I can put up.

I'll set bail at $100,000.

Whew...

Were there any other suspects
besides Worley?

I'm sure Sing Sing's full
of people who hated Trammell,

but none of them had access
to the murder weapon.

Which was stolen

from the Department
of Corrections training center.

We can't prove
Worley did that.

His prints were on the gun.

He's an instructor.

His prints are probably
on most of the weapons.

I'm worried Fallon is going
to nitpick this to death.

Then let's offer Man One
and the minimum.

That doesn't sit well
with me either.

A feud that started
in Sing Sing

and ends with
a cold-blooded execution?

That's murder,
not manslaughter.

He's a sympathetc
defendant, Jac.

The inmate was a member
of The Brotherhood.

It's a pack
of racist psychopaths.

They may have framed
Worley's son.

If it's true,
it proves my point.

There's a pattern
of escalating animosity

between these two men.

This is about revenge,
Serena.

I'll find out more
about the drug bust.

The arresting officer
said they got a tip

that Sean was
dealing drugs from his car

in the new City Mall
parking lot.

And who do you think
phoned in that tip?

The Brotherhood planted
those drugs in Sean's car,

I'm sure of it.

But the phone tip
came from a woman.

These guys all have women
on the outside.

They smuggle drugs,
collect money.

How hard would it be
for one of them

to make a phone call
to the State Patrol?

So if Sean was framed,

do you think Trammell
was behind it?

Yeah.

But Marsden must have
signed off on it first.

I mean...goin' after
an officer?

That's big.

How'd it get so bad
between Trammell and Worley?

Trammell started it.
Gassed him his first week in.

Gassed him?

They throw their feces
and urine through the bars.

In your face, if they can.

Nice.

So what did Worley do?

Wrote him up,
sent him to the hole.

What else could he do?

You can't take
that stuff lyin' down,

they'll walk all over you.

And it escalated from there?

Trammell threatened
to kill him, Ms. Southerlyn.

He threatened John's
whole family.

I mean there were phone calls,
anonymous letters.

Pictures of the kids
in the mail.

Taken at school.

The Brotherhood?
You bet.

Then the drug thig
with Sea.

John was scared to death.

But if they could get to his
family like that that easily...

If Worley was really
afraid of him,

why didn't he go
to his superiors or the police?

What good would it do?

These people are beyond
anyone's control, Jack.

You can't punish them,
you can't threaten them.

They're not afraid
to go to prison.

In many ways,
they actually prefer it.

Supposedly Trammell
couldn't go after Worley

without Kyle Marsden's
approval?

That's correct.

Let's find out
if he had it.

How?

We ask Kyle Marsden.

What's he gonna do,
tell us?

No, but we should at least
take a look at him,

find out if he's as scary
as everyone says he is.

I'm Jack McCoy, this is
A.D.A. Southerlyn.

Hi, honey.

Let's get right to the poin,
Mr. Marsde.

I want to knw
if The Brotherhod

had a contract out
on John Worley.

Hey, I gotta thank you.

I really appreciate
the trip to the city.

Made a lotta new friends
down there.

I want an answer
to the question, Mr. Marsden.

Shouldn't my lawyer be here?

You're not a suspect
in the death of Billy Trammell.

This isn't a custodial
interrogation.

It's not custodial?

You're free to return
to Sing Sing at any time.

Should I call the guard?

So what's in it for me?

Nothing.

Let's put it this way.

If there was a kite
out on Worley,

it's been rescinded.

Why is that, Mr. Marsden?

Because the only thing sweeter
than a dead C.O.

is one on my side
of the bars.

That's a gift that just
keeps on givin'.

Call up Worley's lawyer.

I want a sit-down
as soon as possible.

What are we gonna say?

We're going
to offer him a plea.

Why the change of heart?

You convinced me.

You and Marsden.

So the gravity
of my client's situation

is finally sinking in
with you people.

He still made a bad choice,
Mr. Fallon.

An imperfect one
in a far-from-perfect world.

Now, what are you gonna
do about it?

Man One.

That's a minimum
of five years.

I'm sure we can
make an arrangement

so your client serves his time
in the federal system.

You don't get it.

The Brotherhood is everywhere,

especially
in the federal system.

So tell me, Mr. Fallon,
what's your Plan B?

If he's convicted at trial,
he serves at least 15 to life.

I have an idea.

You know,
the way I look at it,

my client has
performed a service

for the citizens
of this city.

I'd choose my words
very carefully, Mr. Fallon.

My client's out on bail.

There's no rush to try this.

A year down the road,
I file a speedy trial motion,

and the judge
dismisses the case.

I invited you down here
because I sympathized

with your client's situation!

And I'm trying to save
a man's life.

The answer is no,
Mr. Fallon!

I don't understand,
why won't you accept Man One?

I believe we can do better.

I'll be asserting justification
at my client's trial.

Pre-emptive self defense?

What would you do...

wait for these monsters
to rape and murder your family?

These threats were credibl,
Your Hono.

Letters, photo,
phone call.

A member of The Brotherhood
even approached

the Worleys' 11-year-old
daughter at school.

Allegedly.

The law is clear.

A person may
use deadly force

only if he
reasonably believes

the other person is
about to do the same.

While I do find
these alleged incidents

you describe disturbing,
Mr. Fallon,

I agree with Mr. McCoy.

The threat has to be
imminent.

Well, the issue here
is whether my client

believed it was imminent.

This is analogous

to Battered Spouse Syndrome,
Your Honor.

Battered Spouse Syndrome?
Mr. Fallon!

There's a clear pattern

of violence
and intimidation here.

John Worley lived his life
in constant fear

of what Billy Trammell
and his associates

could and would do
to him and his family.

Billy Trammell
was incarcerated.

John Worley was free.

To find a new job,
to move his family,

to seek the assistance
of the courts and the police

if he felt threatened.

John Worley felt
like he could not

get help from the authorities,
and he could not get away

from Billy Trammell
and The Brotherhood

inside the prison or out.

He felt The Brotherhood would
find him, hunt him down,

no matter where he went.

Your client's subjective belief
about the danger

is one thing, Mr. Fallon,
but the law also requires

that belief be
objectively reasonable

under the circumstances.

I have 109 incident reports

from New York State Department
of Corrections,

which document violence
perpetrated by The Brotherhood

in the last five years.

And these are only the ones
that were reported.

The tip of the iceber.

No one denies The Brotherhood
is dangerous.

The issue is whether
the defendant

was allowed to make
an anticipatory strike

against one of their members.

And hundreds of years
of jurisprudence say no.

A hundred years ago
there was no Brotherhood.

How long are you supposed
to stand on the tracks

with a freight train
coming at you?

Mr. Fallon's argument's
a convincing one, Mr. McCoy.

This is how the law evolves.

The defendant's belief
may well have been

objectively reasonable
under the circumstances.

It's pushing the envelope,

but I'm going to let the issue
go to the jury.

y Trammel

for prison infractions
31 times.

And the next-highest total
Trammell received

from any other corrections
officer was what?

Ten.

How do you account
for the discrepancy?

Trammell was a hardcore criminal
who flaunted the rules.

John Worley did his job.

How would you characterize
their interaction?

It was hostile.

Would you go so far
as to call it a feud?

You might.

And yet, none of Officer
Worley's disciplinary write-ups

mention any threats
by Trammell,

directed at Worley
or his family.

Do they?

No.

Is it unusual for an inmate
to threaten a guard's life?

Not at al.

Part of the job?

Sur.

And what is the procedure
to be followed

when a corrections officer
receives such a threat?

Well, the C.O.s are supposed
to report the threat immediately

to my office so it can be
documented and assessed.

Violence against
corrections officers

is on the rise
in the last ten years,

isn't that correct,
Superintendent Cooper?

Yes, it is.

Corrections officers
jumped and beaten?

Well, they're not allowed to
have guns inside the facility

for obvious reasons.

But assaults are frequent.

How many corrections officers
in the New York State system

have been assaulted
by Brotherhood members

this year alone?

Well, I know of three C.O.s
who've been stabbed.

And last year
we had a fatality.

The Brotherhood member
who killed that guard

is on Death Rw
right no.

A dangerous job.

Most of us are prod
of what we d.

Including John Worley?

Very much so.

We got into a fight,
me and Trammell.

And then Marsden jumped in
and started stompin' me.

And what did
Officer Worley do?

He broke it up.

How?

Cracked Trammell over the head
a couple times,

put him in the hospital.

Did he strike you
or Mr. Marsden?

No, no, just Trammel.

Why do you think
he struck Trammell

and not you
or Mr. Marsden?

He hated Trammell,
and Trammell hated him.

How often do you
get into fights

with Brotherhood members?

It happens all the tim.

You're not afraid of them?

I'm not afraid of anyone.

They're afraid of me.

Did it appear to you
that Officer Worley

was afraid of Mr. Trammell?

No, he never showed fear.

Not like some of the screws.

You were convicted of
fracturing Mr. Trammell's skull.

It's my wod
against a guar.

And you yourself
are a member of a gang.

The Latin Kings?

Yeah.

King for life.

You treat C.O.s
with respect?

If they give i,
they get i.

That's why you've been

written up over 50 times by
a dozen different officers.

My client ever
write you up?

Yeah, yeah.

How many times?

I dunn,
a dozen mayb?

It's like I say,
he was a real hard-ass.

So this testimony
of yours today

could be considered payback,
couldn't it?

Objection!

Sustaine.

Counsel...in my chambers.

This was addressed to me.

"If Worley gets off,
you're dead."

The court officer said it was
left in the gallery by a woman.

We should have the police
take custody of the note.

They've already been called.

And what are we gonna do
about the trial?

We're adjourned for today.

I'll meet with counsel
tomorrow at 9:30.

Your life's just
changed forever.

I know.

You could recuse yourself,
declare a mistrial.

It is Manifest Necessity.

You know I'm not going
to do that, Arthur.

All defendants would have to do
is threaten judges

until they get
the one they want.

It's bad enough
in the jails and prisons.

If we give away the entire
criminal justice system,

what's the point?

You're right.

I'm sure you've been
the recipient of a threat

at some time in your career.

Once or twice.

Did it stop you?

Did you ever ask
another prosecutor

to take over a case?

Just because I'm hard-headed
doesn't mean you have to be.

You know
it's not about that.

Well, the defense
is not gonna be very happy.

Oh, crocodile tears.

They know better
than anybody

I'll bend over backwards
to be fair.

You have to recuse yourself,
Judge.

I intend to call you
as a witness.

Excuse me?

My whole case is based on how
dangerous The Brotherhood is.

You've been threatened.
That's relevant.

The note left
in the courtroom

can't be definitively
attributed to The Brotherhood.

Save your breath, Mr. McCoy.

The note is off-limits
at this trial, Mr. Fallon.

Well, then I intend to call
Kyle Marsden as a witness.

He has nothing to do
with this case.

What's your offer of proof,
Mr. Fallon?

Billy Trammell
threatened the lives

of my client and his family.

The only person who could
authorize him to do that

was his gang boss.

Marsden's testimony
is not only irrelevant,

it's prejudicial.

The man is a walking billboard
for hate and intimidation.

I need to paint the enormity
of The Brotherhood's reach

in order to show that
my client's fear was justified.

I'm entitled to make
the best case

for my client,
Your Honor.

Marsden poses
a serious security risk.

I understand your concern,
Mr. McCoy.

But the potential prejudice
is far outweighed

by Mr. Worley's right
to call witnesses

in support of his case.

I've been incarcerated
since '91.

I'm serving five consecutive
life sentences.

One for kidnappin,
four for murde?

Yeah, somethin' like that.

Are you a member
of an organization

called The Brotherhood?

That's right.

What sort of
organization is it?

It's a support group
for the Caucasian inmates.

It's a prison gang,

responsible for over a hundred
reported acts of violence

in Sing Sing
over the past two years.

Not to mention many murders
and countless other crimes

in prisons nationwid.

Yeah, I wouldn't know
about any of that.

Are you acquainted with a mn
named Billy Trammel?

Yes, sir.

Isn't it a fact, Mr. Marsden,
that you authorized Mr. Trammell

to murder my client?

Your Honor, would yu
instruct Mr. Marsdn

to answer the questio?

Your answer, Mr. Marsden?

What are you gonna do, Judge,
hold me in contempt?

Consider it done.

Ooh, ya sure you wanna
do that?

Are you threatening me,
Mr. Marsden?

Why would I wanna
threaten you, Judge?

You wouldn't, if you know
what's good for you.

No further question,
Your Hono.

My job was to supervise
convicted violent felons.

Most of the time I was
outnumbered 40 to 1.

I didn't even get
to carry a gun.

And the inmates?

Are they armed?

Sharpened pieces of glas,

filed-down spoons,
metal spikes.

You oughta see the shiv museum
at Sing Sing some time.

They'll fashion a weapon out of
anything that'll hold a point.

A toothbrus.

There has been testimony that
you were hard on the inmates.

I enforced the rule.

My job was about control.

If you lose control of bad guys,
you can get hurt.

Was Billy Trammell
one of those guys?

Billy Trammell had been bragging
that he was gonna get me

for a couple of years.

I didn't take him
seriously at first,

until he was
going to be paroled.

And then he told me
that it would be

just that much easier
to forget about me

and do my family instead.

"Do," meaning kill?

And wors.

Then when I found a photograph
that had been taken

of my wife and kids
slipped under my door...

then my son Sean
was arrested...

framed by Trammell and
his buddies in The Brotherhood.

What happened to Sean
as a result of this arrest?

He's being prosecuted now
in Rockland County.

What transpired the last time
you saw Trammell in prison?

They were taking hm
down for releas.

He passed by me
and he said,

"Tell Dina I'll be
seeing her very soon."

And then he
licked his lips.

Dina?

My wife.

Got home that nigh,
my daughter-

Carrie, my 11-year-old-

she told me that some big guy
with long hair and tattoos

had approached her
at her school,

called her by her name,

and told her
to tell her father

that Uncle Billy would be
coming to visit her very soon.

What did you do the day
Billy Trammell was released?

I moved my family
into a motel.

Why?

I was afraid
for their lives.

And then I gave
my son Sean my .38,

just in case,

and I went lookin'
for Trammell.

Did you kill him, John?

Yes, I did.

Before he could
get to my wife and kids.

You thought
you were justified

in taking matters
into your own hands?

Yes.

Was Billy Trammell
that imminent a threat?

He was.

You stole
the murder weapon

two months before
Trammell was released.

Isn't that right?

I was preparing myself.

On the street,

Trammell was a danger
to me and my family

24 hours a day.

Really?

When you put the gun

to the back
of Billy Trammell's head,

at that moment,
were you in any danger from him?

No.

Not at the precise moment.

I was in control
of the situation.

Your family was in a motel
when you shot Billy Trammell.

Were they in any danger from him
at that point?

The only stp

that guaranteed
the safety of my family

was to kill him.

There was no other choice.

No other choice?

Had you reported
Billy Trammell's threats

to the authorities,

they would have constituted
violation of his parole!

You could have put him
back into prison,

Officer Worley.

You didn't.

You chose to kill him
instead.

John Worley put his life
on the line every day

to protect us
from society's worst.

He and his family were targeted
by a hyper-violent prison gang

with a well-earned reputation
for intimidation...

drepravity...and murder.

We'd all like to believe
that our system of law

will protect us.

But if you knew
ahead of time

that Charles Manson
and his cohorts

were coming after
you and your family...

wouldn't you all
do something about it?

John Worley did exactly
what he had to do.

For hundreds of years
our concept of self-defense

has been rooted in the idea

that the threat defended against
must be imminent.

The knife drawn,
the hammer raised,

the gun cocked.

Deadly force only in response
to the imminent threat

of deadly force.

It's a bright line.

And there's a reason
we don't cross it.

We cannot ascertain motive
after the fact.

We can't know what was
in Billy Trammell's mind.

We can't know if
The Brotherhood's threats

were real.

And we can't ask him now
because he's dead.

John Worley killed him...

before Trammell
and these allegations

could be investigated.

These threats
were not imminent.

John Worley says
he had no choice

but to kill Billy Trammell.

We know that's not true.

He had options.

He didn't choose them.

His motive was not fear.

It was revenge.

Revenge for what he thought
Trammell did to him,

his son, his daughter.

And putting Trammell
back into prison

wasn't going to be enough

to satisfy his hunger
for retribution.

Only murdering him was.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

I understand you are
unable to reach a verdict.

Is that correct?

That's right, Your Honor.

Are you certain you've made
your best-faith efforts

to do so?

I believe we have,
Your Honor.

We're unable to come
to any consensus.

Given the length
of your deliberations

and your best-faith efforts,

I have no choice
but to...

declare a hung jury.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

thank you for your service.

Clear the courtroom, please.

Clear the courtroom!

Well, we shouldn't be shocked.

The jury just put themselves
in Worley's shoes.

What are your thoughts
on refiling?

I'm not sure
we'd do any better.

How's Judge Anderlee
holding up, Arthur?

Keeping a stiff upper lip.

And two veteran New York City
detectives on their toes.

We just got a call

from the Rockland County
Police Department.

Something happen to Worley?

His wife, she's missing.

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