All language subtitles for 2odcinek

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.

MAN ( over PA system ):
Next stop, 14th Street.

Change for the Uptown local.

( singing nonsensically )

( brakes screeching )

¶ ...My man, Def Jeff ¶

¶ You want trouble?
We got it ¶

¶ You hear a gun?
We shot it ¶

¶ Wrecking and decking ¶

¶ And sucka ducks,
we will jack you ¶

¶ Pocket crazy respecting
and collecting money ¶

¶ We're checking ¶

¶ Dissing, dogging,
microphone-hogging... ¶

¶ Radically speaking,
climbing to the peak ¶

¶ And you get annoyed,
worried... ¶

Next stop, 23rd Street.

( gunfire )

( gunfire and screaming )

Let me through!

Out of the way!

( overlapping screaming,
shouting )

Station 45, we have a shooting
in car number seven.

Captioning sponsored by
NBC/Universal

I heard there was two.

One's still down there.

They got two detectives
coming down right now.

How are you doing,
fellas?

Where are we
going, Joe?

He's right over there.

Looks like
we're in here.

How's this one?

He's okay.

Guy doesn't look
so good to me.

You're right,
He'd look better dead.

One less jerk
with a screwdriver.

You see the shooter?

WOMAN:
I did.

Could you describe him for me?

Her.

Her?

What did she
look like?

A ballerina.

A ballerina.

LOGAN:
Oh, yeah.

Talk about your nutcracker, huh?

You Jones?

How are you feeling?

I didn't do nothing.

Of course you didn't,
Michael.

You're a newborn babe.

Well, then,
what do you want with me?

Only your
speedy recovery

so you might have a
happy and productive life.

Actually...
we're on your side, Michael.

Why did she shoot you?

I don't know, man.

The chick must be

going crazy or
something.

Well, what did
Darnell do, then?

Nothing.

Nothing?

We heard he was coming on to her
pretty strong.

Well, whoever told
you that is lying.

My partner asked her
for some apple

and she shot him.

It's that simple.

Asked? Or demanded?

Asked.

Besides, why did
she shoot me, huh?

I didn't do a
damn thing to her.

I was just sitting down
doing nothing, man.

Listen, Michael,
now, listen real good.

If the lady popped you two

'cause you
were mau-mauing her

and they put her on trial,
I'll testify for her,

but if you're telling the truth,

if you're telling the truth,
I'll haul her into that court

and nail her
for attempted murder.

I am telling the truth.

And I got a real good
chance of proving it.

Got a bleeder
here-- hemostat.

MAN 2:
Here you go
Tie him off.

Come on, come on,
get the lead out.

MAN:
What's the hurry?

This guy won't be running
a marathon.

WOMAN:
Can you see all right?

MAN:
Good.

Yeah, let's wrap it up.

( knocking )

CRAGEN:
You recover a slug?

Two: one in the subway,
one in Chenault's lower back.

Well, that's a start.

Any leads
on the gunman?

Gunwoman.

Gunperson.

Lot of phone calls.

Uh-huh. Who from?

Bunch of psycho sisters

each one claiming to
be the avenging angel.

Oh, great, that is great.

Who's calling her that?

It's already
on the radio.

Why do you think we're
getting all these volunteers?

Maybe they can relate to her.

Not to mention
they'd like to peddle

their life story
to the highest bidder.

I don't want the press
going into a feeding frenzy.

You mean like,
"Babe to Punks: Drop Dead?"

Maybe we
should deputize her.

Just find her.

WOMAN:
I'm positive.

He was grinding himself
right in that woman's face.

LOGAN:
What about the other one?

He was just as bad,
but I kept my attention

on the one
who was pushing on her.

Are you willing to testify
in court to what you've told us?

Of course.

A lot of people develop short-
term memory loss these days.

I'm not afraid
of punks like that.

I've dealt with worse
when I taught fifth grade.

Mrs. Hastings... the woman
who did the shooting,

she's the one that
we're looking for.

Well, you shouldn't be.

When you find her,
I hope she gets a medal.

"Midtown Dance Club."

I think that's
what it was.

Manhattan.

You have good eyes.

You've got to pay
attention. Chas?

That's how come I
seen the ice pick.

Ice pick? What ice pick?

The one with the Yankees Cap.

I'm a Mets fan;
I hate the Yankees,

and he's waving an ice pick,
and I'm thinking,

"What's this for? It's all
automatic ice cubes now."

We heard it was a screwdriver.

I seen what I seen.

Look, you really think
we like these two dirt bags?

So what's your problem?

Shooting people you don't like
is a big problem.

Unless you're
defending

your own self.

You saying it was self-defense?

I seen what I seen.

Why do I get
the feeling

we're on the
wrong side here?

Because you're thinking
like a civilian.

Oh, yeah, right,

I should have
known better, huh?

Hey, don't worry, Max, next time
I'll be a good little German.

You know, you've
got a wise mouth.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

You want every fruitcake on
a BMT packing six on his hip?

Of course I don't want that;
I just think that...
Don't think!

The city ain't a free-fire zone.

Give me a...

Turn, turn, and port de bras.

Okay, let's take five.

Ms. Putterman?
Mm-hmm.

I'm Detective Logan,
I called you before.

Yes, I told you, it sounds
like Laura Di Biasi.

You got her address?

What do I look like,
a phone book?

In Manhattan.

Okay, everybody,
let's take it again.

LOGAN:
Yes, I am aware, okay?!

I'm aware it's unlisted.

Now, I told you,
for the tenth time,
I'm a police officer.

Let's get this straight.

Detective Mike Logan,
Badge number nine...

Warrant, huh?

Warrant this,
lady, all right?

I get a warrant,
it's going to take
me three hours.

Now you listen to me!
You listen to me!

Hold on.

Hi. To whom
am I speaking, please?

Hello, Miss Schweder.

This is Sergeant Greevey.

Could you connect me
with your central
office supervisor?

Maybe we can straighten
some of this out.

Thank you so much.

GREEVEY:
Chenault's got priors
up the ying-yang.

Nothing on Jones.
Nothing?

Computer came up

with 12 felons
named Michael Jones--

Michael J., Michael Ray,
Michael T.

I hate walk-ups.

No positive make
on our own Michael,

no middle initial Jones.

Zippo.

( sighs )

Nobody home.

Down the stairs.

( latch clicks )

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

( clears throat )

Oh, excuse me.

It's all right, ma'am.

We're the police.

Do you know where the lady
who lives there is?

Miss Di Biasi?

She works
at Murray Hill Hospital.

MAN:
I'm the chief administrator
in this place,

and I've told you twice...

You don't discuss personnel.

And I'm telling you,

I'm not interested
in a discussion!

I want to know
where she is.

She's working in Radiology.

Ms. Di Biasi?

Sergeant Greevey,
Detective Logan.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Yeah. I imagine you would.

I felt threatened.

GREEVEY:
It's a threatening city.

I felt I had to defend myself.

Is that a crime?

That's what we're trying
to determine.

Why did you run?

Because I was
freaked out.

Okay, we can appreciate that.

But... where did you get
the gun?

Somebody gave it to me.
LOGAN:
Boyfriend?

Somebody, I don't know,
it was years ago.

Meaning it's probably
unlicensed.

Okay, uh...

what did you do with it?

I guess I threw it.
Guess?

I dropped it down there.

In the subway?

Yeah.

STONE:
Listen, sure
you don't want

to call your lawyer?

My lawyer?

Do I look like I could afford
to have a personal lawyer?

Anyway, I don't need one.

I haven't done anything wrong.

I wouldn't count on that.

Are you arresting me?

Not at the present time,
but if we do arrest you,

a lawyer will be provided
for you at no cost.

Why are we
busting her chops?

That the way
you see it?

Hey, look, two kids
jump her on the subway,

she defends herself, okay?

We're not talking about
Squeaky Fromme here.

We don't know that.
We don't?

Look, she did the shooting;
that makes her the perp.

That's all I know.

What? you want to
do her or something?

Hey, hey!

It's all that
simple, huh?

When it comes to the law,
it better be.

Jones doesn't even
have a record.

He says he was sitting down
when she shot him.

Oh, yeah, he's such an
innocent-looking guy, Max.

Ah, that's terrific.

You're under arrest
for looking guilty.

That's a cheap shot.

The hell it is.

That kind of thinking,
you can't do the job.

When it comes to the law,
everybody's the same.

That's when it works,
when everybody's the same.

It's like football--

You hold somebody,
you get caught, it's a penalty.

Doesn't matter whether
you're Billy Sims

or some rookie
for East Poduck State.

GREEVEY:
She admitted
that she did the shooting!

It's on videotape.

She also says, "Yes, I wanted
to kill them to hurt them."

Isn't that enough?

You want to arrest her
on the Sullivan?

The gun charge is pretty lame,
don't you think?

It's still mandatory jail time.

She fired into a crowded
subway car, for God's sakes.

You want to go for attempted
murder, you're going to need

a formal statement from
the other vic, uh, Mr. Shen-wah.

That's Chenault.

Darnell Chenault.

Whatever.

Chenault's been upgraded--
Room 322.

Jones? Jones is in 324,
but you'd better hurry.

Excuse me, ma'am.

WOMAN ( over PA system ):
Dr. Garcia, pick up
your messages in Receiving.

Yeah.

Dr. Garcia,
check your messages...

Michael Jones?

Used to be.

DARNELL:
I don't want a shot, sweetheart.

I want to get out
of this damn bed.

NURSE:
Well, that's not going
to happen for a while, Darnell,

so take it easy.

DARNELL:
Take it easy?

Hey, baby, give me
some decent drugs

if you want me to take it easy.

Nicely, Darnell,
nicely.

What are you
so upset about?

Man, they say
I'm going to be paralyzed, man.

Dumb mothers give me
freaking aspirin with codeine.

You the new specialist?

Sergeant Greevey,
Detective Logan.

Yeah, Darnell,
just the facts, okay?

The facts is--
why did the bitch shoot me?

I didn't do nothing.

STONE:
Reckless endangerment?

That tells the jury
the girl was a little upset

but so long as no innocent
bystanders were hit

there's no problem.

Well, there's something
to that, isn't there?

I got a subway full
of eyewitnesses

who claim they saw
one of the victims

accost Miss Di Biasi,
threaten her.

With his hand on his crotch?

With a screwdriver!
Or with an ice pick

or a pickax?

It's funny what the eye
can witness.

Attempted homicide.

Look, I know we're
going to prosecute,

but do we have
to hang her out to dry?

Why? So every loop head
can blast away

when someone asks her

for the time?
Oh, yeah, right, I forgot.

You guys in the DA's office
are a regular bunch of Karnaks.

You ask me, the young gentlemen
were not asking

for the time of day.

Let us suppose,
just for the sake of argument,

that Miss Di Biasi has had
a really horrendous day,

and someone jokingly says,
"Stick 'em up."

She kills him.

It's not self-defense, right?

So she's liable for negligent
homicide, only in this case...

( knocking )

In this case,
the guy didn't die.

Okay, okay, so we go
for attempted murder then,

if you're sure
you can make it stick.

You'd better hope I can.

She walks,
New York is Dodge City.

May I make a suggestion?

By all means.

Skip the legal beagling,

and go with plain vanilla
murder two.

The coroner

is determining the
C.O.D. on Mr. Jones

even as we speak.

Murder two?

Bring her in.

Wait a sec, huh?

Ooh.

( phone rings )

Sergeant Greevey!

Hold on.

Look, relax, relax.

Just tell me
what happened, honey.

Well, why worry
about it then, huh?

Yeah.

Of course.

We-We'll talk about it
later tonight, okay?

I'll get home
as soon as I possibly can, okay?

Yeah, me, too.

What?

It's nothing.

Oh, I thought
it might have been something.

Eileen got roughed up at school.

Is she hurt?

No, you know,
just some bruises.

Is that all?

Yeah. Yeah, that's all.

Come on, let's wrap this up.

Who did it?

Three guys
from her basketball team.

She ignored them,

so they slammed her
up against the lockers.

Bastards.

I wonder if Chenault
and Jones were any good.

At what?

Basketball.

( hoarsely ):
Don't touch me with that thing.

GREEVEY:
Did you re-mirandize her?

Yeah, on the way in.

Where's my lawyer?

Why isn't she here yet?

Public defenders
have a heavy caseload.

She told me she'd be here.

Well, maybe she's
stuck in traffic.

Have a seat.

I really want a lawyer.

I don't want to talk to you.

You understand, Miss Di Biasi,

that you are charged
with negligent homicide.

And when you appear
before the judge,

he'll determine
what the bail will be

if the court decides

that you're
eligible...

Why is this woman
handcuffed?

Sorry, there was
an accident on the FDR.

You haven't said anything,
I trust?

"Trust" and "lawyer" that's a
pair of words that don't match.

How about "cop"
and "I.Q. over 90"?

Shambala Green, I'm
Miss Di Biasi's P.D.

So I gathered.

And I ask again,

why is she handcuffed?

Because she's an accused killer.

Look, Ms. Green, why don't you
save your attitude

for the courtroom?

Do you have a toothbrush?

Because we have to take you
over to the women's side

until you're arraigned.

( sobbing )

Here, Counselor.

Do something useful.

( typing )

What nuance!

I spelled it out for them
in black and white.

Yep, and therein
lies the rub.

What? The color angle?

Forget it, Ed.

And this isn't Selma.

Neither was Howard Beach, and
you know what happened there.

You read the Times, Paul.

Blacks favor
tougher sentences

for street crime
than whites do.

Very good.

We still got to worry
about the perception of racism.

Did she think these
guys were a threat

because they were
street toughs

or because they were black?

I can't answer that.

All I know is that
self-defense requires

that the response be in
direct proportion to the threat.

The threat as she
reasonably perceives it.

If she thinks
that she is about to be raped,

can she kill her attacker?

The law says yes, absolutely.

And what if her perception
is wrong?

If we let her go,
do you realize

what we are unleashing
in this city?

There's always
the weapons charge.

You can't be serious.

If we don't prosecute,

we're creating
a city of vigilantes.

A man is dead.

I don't need a summation.

Now, what do you want?

Permission to file
a murder indictment?

Want to ask
for deniability?

I told you to file?

Since when do I dictate to you?

You don't have a problem?

It's not my problem to have.

ROBINETTE:
No, ma'am, I'm not a policeman.

I work for
the District Attorney's Office.

What do you
want to know?

Is Miss Di Biasi
an RN?

No, a technician.

She used to be
a dancer.

She told you that?

We're friends,
she told me about it .

She was performing with
a modern dance company.

I don't know if she
made a living at it.

But you do know
what happened?

She was attacked
down in the subway

by three,
youthful offenders.

After she recovered,
she came to work here.

And what was her reaction
to the attack?

Same as anybody's.

She was fearful,
resentful of all the little...

Little what?

Little black bastards?

You see some black teenagers
on the train,

are you automatically afraid
of them, Mrs. Maltese?

Aren't you?

Sometimes the
stereotype fits.

Long as his story is true.

Cops have shot kids
with screwdrivers before.

Why not a 90-pound woman?

How threatened
could she have been?

She sat down right next to them.

She's got a right
to sit where she wants.

So do the other passengers,
but they moved away

because it seemed prudent.

Maybe she was tired
of getting moved around

by the mugging class.

The mugging class?

What's that about?

You're an assistant
district attorney.

You work for the people.

We follow
the letter of the law here.

Go talk to Chenault.

( sports playing on TV )

My man tried...
scared her

maybe with a screwdriver,

but we was just
sitting there.

Cut the crap, Darnell.

You weren't sitting--
you were standing
up in her face.

Everybody says so.

I'm sitting here now, ain't I?

I'm going to be sitting
for the rest of my life.

So maybe you should
lighten up on the 'tude.

Nobody likes a wiseass
in a wheelchair.

Hey, whose side
are you on, anyway?

Nobody's.

I just want the truth.

And I want a payback, man.

Like I said, that's up to you.

All right.

All right,
we had the screwdrivers.

We were going to rob some
lockers down at Grand Central,

but we was never, ever
threatening to nobody,

especially no white... chick.

You unthreatening enough
so everybody

was way down the other end
of the train?
Except her, man.

She came in and sat down
right next to us.

Now, why do you think
that was, huh?

WOMAN:
Even with a court order,
it'll take three working days.

I'm afraid
I can't wait.

The wheels of justice
are turning.

Don't you guys
have your own files?

Hey, you're the paper of record.

GREEN:
And if this were
a Greek tragedy,

I'd be guilty of hubris.

Public sentiment on my side,
witnesses on my side,

precedent on self-defense

going back to the days of
knights bashing each other

over the head with them...

those, um, now,
whatchamacallit,

those fight
balls, those...
Maces?

Maces. Thank you.

See what I mean?

Now, I am trying
not to gloat,

but what have you
got on your side, Stone?

Not very much, I agree.

Only the New
York penal law.

I don't think we have to discuss
the Sullivan statute.

Concealed weapons
have been illegal for
the past 70 years.

That code is also
pretty clear

when it comes
to self-defense,

and I'm afraid you
have not convinced me

that your client acted in a way

that was proportional
to an imminent attack.

Oh, come on.

The defendant must also
act in a way

that is thwarting the attack,

not inflicting grave injury
on the victim.

Let's get it down
to single syllables, okay?

The penal law
also clearly allows

for the use of deadly force
to repel robbery, kidnapping,

forcible sodomy,

and/or forcible rape.

I don't see anything
forcible about it;

he was only asking.

What kind of piggish attitude
is that, Counselor?

Are you suggesting
that my client

was asking for it?

Miss Green, this is not
a personal attack,

nor an attack upon the species.

The fact is, there may have been
some degree of threat,

but where that becomes
attempted rape is a fine line.

Which all too many women of this
city have been pushed across

while they've been wondering,

"Is this really
happening to me?"

The law is our
only defense

against the rapists
and the shooters.

People break it,
cops try to catch them,

and I try to cook them--
it's my job.

Sometimes I don't like it,
but it's all we got.

Yeah.

See you in court, Stone.

Laura D-I-B,
as in boy, I-A.

Uh...

Letter to the editor?

That's all you got?

That's it.

I owe you one.

"The police seemed to
treat this vicious attack

"as just one of
those things.

"The authorities
don't want decent people

"carrying weapons
to protect themselves.

"We agree to give up
this right

"on the assumption the police
will do the protecting for us.

"Obviously, this is
no longer the case.

Laura Di Biasi,
New York City."

( intercom buzzing )

The seeds of premeditation,
way to go.

Yes?

WOMAN:
Sergeant Greevey
and Detective Logan are here.

Send them in.

Get a search warrant
for her apartment.

There may be other letters.

Some people keep copies.

Want to run through it?

Sure.

Now, Detective Greevey,
describe for the court

if you will,
the accused's state of mind

when you questioned her.

She was upset.

She said she intended
to blow their heads off,

if necessary.

Was that a question?

Are we in the same room, Max?

Look, we both know
what went down.

She was scared half
out of her wits

by those two perps.

Victims, Max! Victims!

What's going on?

Meaning what?

You were gung-ho
about this before.

What's happened?

Michael Jones,
the dead victim?

the one the computer
boys said was so clean

you could eat
off of him?

Yeah?

The coroner sent out
his fingerprints

on a hunch, just to see what...
you know, for the hell of it.

Turns out
his real name's Michael Mosket.

Whoa, Mosquito Mosket?

Yeah, ring a bell?

Attempted murder,
negligent homicide.

Two years at Spofford
when he was 14 for manslaughter.

Real winner, this kid.

This is really going to win us
points with the jury.
Yeah.

They take one look
at him, they figure
the little bastard

got just what he deserved.

That's how you figure it, Max?

Well, I remember Mosket;
that was all gang-related.

There was no sex involved.

Now, as far
as I read it,

that girl was revenging
the earlier attack,

and self-defense
does not allow for revenge!

The law allowed Michael Mosket
to walk free.

Until real justice
was served down in the subway?

Do you have any other
personal views on this subject

you'd like to air
before we walk into court

and Ms. Shambala Green
hands us our asses on a platter?

Nope, not a one.

I don't believe this.

The entire New York City
Police Department

has lost its mind.

Do you have anything to say?

I go along
with what my partner says.

Which is?

The accused stated
that she intended

to harm the victims, absolutely.

STONE:
The defense will prove
that not only fear, but anger,

stemming from
a previous incident

lead Miss Di Biasi to an act

not of self-defense,
but of vengeance.

Armed with a deadly weapon,

she waited
for the very next pretext.

In essence, she went looking

for Darnell Chenault
and Michael Jones,

whose only offense
against the accused

was that they appeared
to be threatening.

If Miss Di Biasi
is so threatened by urban life,

perhaps she could have avoided
the subway.

Objection!
Objection, Your Honor.

I trust
there'll be nothing further

along that line, Counselor.

GREEN:
Of course,
I'm more than willing

to make a statement.

The behavior of the prosecution
is totally inappropriate.

I find it incredible

that a city civil servant
of this city could suggest

that a woman doesn't have
the right

to ride the subway without fear.
REPORTER:
Mr. Stone...

did you mean to say
that Laura Di Biasi

has no right to live
in New York City?

You're being a bit literal,
aren't you?

I don't think so.

I think your implication
was pretty clear.

If a woman is afraid of rape,
she has no right to live here.

Now, that's a curious position
to take for a prosecutor.

Ballet books, poetry...

a couple of how-to
books on achieving orgasm.

Oh, great. Now, what?

Did you find anything
incriminating?

Small arms manual,
Shoot to Kill,

Hand-to-hand Combat.
So?

Unusual bedtime stories.

That's my business!

I assume you have a warrant?

Save it.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry to bother you,
I really am.

I know you're going
through a tough...

( laughs )
Yeah, right, you know.

I haven't slept
a full hour

since this whole
thing started.

Yeah.
Look, I should be going,

and I'm sorry,
but I have to take these.

It's not enough
you hang me,

I have to buy you
the rope, too, huh?

What have you got against me?

I'm sorry?

I don't understand
why you hate me.

Look, I'm not free to dis...

I don't. Of course, I don't.

Then why are you...

We really shouldn't be having
this conversation Miss Di Biasi.

I wouldn't shoot you!

Don't you understand?

It all became unreal.

It wasn't happening to me.

All I could feel was fear.

I was afraid of them.

I was terrified!

Not because
they were black,

but because of who they were.

I didn't mean to kill him.

I couldn't
make it stop.

They wouldn't... it wouldn't...

Please, that's enough.

What if you were on a train,

and a bunch of rednecks
started hassling you?

Wouldn't you be afraid?

Wouldn't you?!

Miss Di Biasi, please.

I'm sorry, I can't comment.

I can't stay.

I came by to give you my
unconditional support, only...

Number one, tone it down
a little.

Number two,
try a little damage control.

PR is not my job.

You seen the papers?

The DA, she was looking for it.

They're having
a field day out there.

I can't help that.

Our whole strategy

is sandbagging
the self-defense scenario.

Even if she comes off

as a revenge-seeker
with a hair-trigger?

She pulled off five shots
in three seconds.
Excellent.

But it would be
nice, real nice

if we could have
a concrete piece
of evidence

to support your revenge theory.

D.A. Schiff, Paul.

Shoot to Kill?

Damage control.

I found all this in her bedroom.

Check the dates.

The first one
was six months ago.

She's improving.

Wow.

What were the extent
of those injuries?

They were
fairly extensive.

Could you describe them for me?

They were tall, muscular.

One had an afro with a goatee.

No, no,
Miss Di Biasi,

I'll rephrase.

Could you please explain
and describe for the court

the injuries?

Oh.

I had a shattered disc
in my back,

some broken ribs,

torn cartilage
in the right knee.

And these injuries required
several operations didn't they?

Yes, several.
Three?

Five?

Four, I think.

Five.

I don't know.

They hurt me. Isn't that enough?

Yes, of course.

And no one blames you
for being resentful.

These injuries finished you
as a dancer,

didn't they?

Yes.

Does that seem fair to you?

I object, Your Honor.
What's the relevancy?

I'll allow it.

No.

No, it wasn't fair.

I think it's
grossly unfair.

I'm sure if I were
in your position,

I'd carry
a nine-millimeter, too.

Objection!
Withdrawn.

Miss Di Biasi,

in your dreams,
in your fantasies,

did you ever wish

you'd gotten back
at those youths?

Objection! Objection!

Your Honor,
this is unbelievable.

She was defending herself

against a man who's been
accused of multiple homicides.

Mr. Mosket's priors have
no bearing on this case, Judge,

nor of course, could she have
known about them.

Overruled.

Besides, he wasn't
the only threat, was he?

Who else did you
find threatening

Miss Di Biasi?

Mr. Chenault?

What exactly
did he say?

He said...

"How about a taste
for my friend?"

Which you took
as an overture to rape?

He was crowding me;
he was right up against me.

Who, Mr. Chenault?
Mr. Mosket?

Both of them?

Yes. No. I don't know.

At least one.

And you tried to get away?

Yes. Of course.

The second time, too?

Yes.

That's why you shot him
the second time, to get away?

Objection, Your Honor.

Why did you shoot
Darnell Chenault

a second time, Miss Di Biasi?

I was petrified.

I wanted to make sure.

So you said,
"Here's your taste"?

You said, "Here's your taste."

Sounds rather cool.

GREEN:
Objection, Your Honor.
STONE:
No further questions.

Miss Di Biasi, you say
you didn't have time to think.

Nor should anyone
be required to think

when faced
with grave bodily harm.

The human response

is not to think,
but to react.

Miss Green, get on with it.

"Detached reflection
cannot be demanded

in the presence
of an uplifted knife."

Or screwdriver.

Objection, Your Honor,
this has no bearing

on why Miss Di Biasi
was waiting...

This has all the bearing
in the world,

a lot more bearing
than the Jesuitical casuistry

offered by
the district attorney.

May we approach the bench,
Your Honor?

If you can be brief.

Your Honor,
the speed of the events

the time frame
of my client's reaction

is crucial to my defense.

I'd like permission

to stage a demonstration
of the incident.

If it please the court.

Isn't this enough
of a circus, Your Honor?

I'll decide that.

All right,
but I warn you, Miss Green,

I don't want to see
any undue theatrics.

Thank you, Your Honor.

JUDGE:
Ladies and gentlemen,
the court has agreed

to allow the defense

to stage a reenactment
of the occurrence in question.

( widespread murmuring )

Crimestoppers! Your Honor,
these people are on record

as supporting the
vigilante tactics...

If that's an objection,

you're overruled.

JUDGE:
Proceed, Miss Green.

How about
a taste, baby?

CHENAULT:
Oh, man.

What the homeboys doing

narcing for the
white folks?

Order! Order!

Huh! Come on, punks!

Get over here! Come on!

Bunch of queers!

( overlapping chatter )

JUDGE:
Order! Order!

ROBINETTE:
If the Crimestoppers
didn't do it,

Darnell sure as hell did.

How much worse can it get?

Not much-- I want you up there
for the rest of the day.

What, an antidote
to brother Darnell?

The name on
everyone's lips.

I got a woman
down the hall

who can't stop
talking about him.

I'll sign a complaint,
point the finger,

you name it.

You recognized Mr. Chenault how,
from seeing him on the news?

Mm-hmm, that's right.

And, uh, the other one...
the one that died.

Mosquito Mosket.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Too bad.

I mean, he's...

he's the one
that tried to rape me.

That I'm sure of.

And I'm pretty sure

the guy in the wheelchair
held me down.

How sure is pretty
sure, Miss Diamond?

Like I said, I'm positive
of the one that died.

Adam, I need to
twist Darnell.

I need your permission.

Yeah, what are you
talking about?

Well, there's a woman
right now with Stevenson,

swearing out a complaint
about Chenault.

What's that got to do
with anything?

Well, maybe nothing,
maybe everything,

but if those two are rape-
happy, I want to know that

before I go tearing
into Laura Di Biasi again.

Can't anyone around here

stay on the same side
of the street for ten seconds?

Well?

If we change our tune now,

we're facing
a public relations disaster.

I know that, you don't
have to tell me that.

I know that.

But if I don't listen
to my reasonable doubt...

I thought Mosket was
a gang member, violent,

but no history
of sexual crimes.

But with what
I know now,

the defendant's perceptions
may be accurate.

I can't prosecute
on that level.

All right, fine, but
we've got to consider...

I won't do it.

What the hell.
Go for it.

I'll ask Leon
for a continuance.

Damn, cuz, slow down!

What do you want, man?
The truth.

Look, I was
sitting down, man

just like I'm
sitting down now.

I didn't even
move a muscle.

Damn, man,
Mosquito's the one

who's into biting
on white chicks.

JUDGE:
This is rather unbelievable,
Mr. Stone.

The defense has an obligation
to defend its client

vigorously, even if it does know
the client is guilty.

The prosecutor's job
is much more restrictive.

I have to drop the charges

if I believe
the accused is innocent,

and with the new information
on Mosket, I have no choice.

There is reasonable doubt
on murder two.

So what are
you looking for?

That she pleads
on the gun charge

and the reckless endangerment.

Chenault was shot
sitting down

according to an eyewitness.

Miss Green?

Forget it, Judge.

Mr. Stone is hardly
in a position to negotiate.

Why don't we just
go back in there,

tell the jury
the truth about Mosket,

and let them decide how
to deal with my client?

You are a public defender.

Try defending the public.

If this goes to a jury,

they won't convict
on a gun charge.

She's innocent.

Miss Laura Di Biasi
is not innocent

of carrying and discharging
a lethal weapon

in a closed and
crowded subway car.

And if we acquit her
on this,

we will be inviting
nine million people

to arm themselves.

This is not a question
of win or lose.

It's a question of justice.

We're both paid by the people.

We're both part of the system.

Let's let it work
the way it's supposed to.

Are you flexible on sentencing
for the Sullivan violation?

One year suspended,
three years probation

2,000 hours of community service

on the Sullivan.

Five years suspended
on the reckless endangerment.

Plus, she must submit
to a psyche profile test

and whatever care mandated
by the hospital

during probation.

Deal?

Naturally, my client
is gratified

that justice has been served.

We also look upon this

not only as a personal
vindication but also a victory

for every woman
and man that rides the subways

or walks the streets
of New York.

And I want to thank
the district attorneys

for having the courage
of their convictions.

It's not a perfect world,

but at least
we can walk away

from this one feeling we
did the right thing.

Really? It feels to me
like all we did

was make a wrong
seem like a right.