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(TV plays indistinctly)

Man (on TV): High temperatures
will remain in the mid to upper 50s.

Tuesday will be mostly
cloudy, windy, and mild,

with scattered
showers and high temperatures...

(TV continues indistinctly)

(scratching)

That's better, huh?

(purring)

Woman (on TV): More violence
in Jackson Heights this morning,

this time against a Pakistani driver

dragged from his car and
beaten with bricks.

Police are calling it a hate crime,

adding they believe the
motivation for the attack

is the Nasir Khan case.

Mr. Khan is on trial for the
stabbing murder of Andrea Cornish.

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That's for you.

The good one.

Go ahead, take it.

You earned it.

Did a good thing.

Call your family.

Thank you.

So, how they doing?

I mean, they don't complain or nothing,

but not good.

Nah, it's okay.

Family's everything.

♪ ♪

(chattering)

Woman (over PA): Safar Khan.

My experience is in retail sales.

I can see that.

Unfortunately, I don't have anything
like that at the moment. I...

You're the mother of that...

Yes. And it was why I was let go,

the only reason.

What jobs do you have available?

What are you willing to do?

(police radio chattering)

What in particular?

Facebook, if he's on it.

Who on Earth isn't?

Me.

You hear Bob Rooney's
kid just got his gold shield?

Christ, how old was he
when he had him, 12?

Kid's 28, Tommy. The math is good.

Earlier, before this.

Hey, Dennis, when's your big day?

Not soon enough.

Yeah, I'll bet.

What are you gonna do
with yourself, play golf?

Uh-huh.

"You're a lifesaver."

"You're a friend indeed."

"You dah man."

"Owe you big time, bro."

For what, I wonder?

Amir...

Yo, use your bike?

What?

Your cell, man.

I need to make a call.

What cell?

Stupid-ass motherfucker.

Woman: What are you looking for?

Weiss: How out of his mind he was.

Well, this is some
cocktail, I'll tell you that.

Too high to know what he was doing?

That depends on the individual.

I've had patients this fucked up

who could fly 747s through
five time zones,

others who couldn't
lift their head off the floor

if their life depended on it.

Which are you interested in?

The aviators.

(Chinese pop song playing over PA)

(voices chattering in Chinese)

(loud chattering)

(soft Chinese instrumental music playing)

Okay.

Well, can you help me?

Yes.

For feet, for sex.

Mix water. $300.

Does it taste okay?

No.

Credit card okay?

No.

♪ ♪

♪ I have so many
bills So many bills to pay ♪

Hey, yo.

Dude asked you to use that
cell phone I gave you.

Why'd you say no?

'Cause it's mine.

(laughing)

What?

What?

Think I was just trying to
save you a trip to the pay phone?

It's a cash machine, dummy.

Ten dollars a minute.

Oh.

"Oh."

I'm gonna make a
proper convict out of you yet.

♪ 'Cause I felt so bad ♪

♪ Go and stop worrying ♪

♪ Worrying all about that ♪

♪ Didn't know what I know now ♪

♪ But oh, I found the
strength somehow ♪

♪ No more regret No, never again ♪

♪ No time like today ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder rumbling)

(organ playing somber melody)

Woman (on TV): Hold the
belly button up in the air.

Great. You can do it.

Every minute you've got to
move to your best ability.

Last one.

Take it down now. Stretch it out...

Mr. Day?

Hi. My name's Chandra.

I was wondering if I
could talk to you for a minute?

Nah, I don't have a
minute. I got work to do.

I'm not here to cause trouble.

I just need some information.

Is there somewhere else we could talk?

She the one got killed in the papers.

She's the one you saw the
night she got killed.

At the gas station.

There's a security tape.

What was going on there?

You know.

I don't.

She had that vibration some women got.

Next thing you know, they're dead.

Like that.

Vibration?

Like she the cat, and you the yarn.

Women like that out to destroy you.

Sometimes you got no choice but to
strike first. You know what I'm saying?

Like, uh, she deserved it?

Like it's a given with women like that

to think they're God's gift,

and you ain't nothing but a plaything...

until they find out otherwise,
like she did.

You talked to her there, why?

Because I saw her for the
destroyer that she was

and I did not like that.

Sometimes when you call them
out, they get neutralized.

Do you remember the man she was with?

That wasn't no man, that
was a ball of yarn.

Where did you go after that?

Where'd I go?

Really?

That's where you wanna go?

- You a cat, too?
- No.

You think I'm a ball of yarn?

No.

I've dealt with
females like you my whole life

and I'm still here.

You know how?

Read your Bible.

Judges 16.

That's all a man need to know.

♪ ♪

Oh, God.

(buzzer ringing)

I'm not interested in
being saved, thank you.

(door opening)

What's wrong?

Chandra: "The Lords of the
Philistines came to her with silver.

And after putting
him to sleep in her lap,

she called for someone to
shave off his seven braids.

And so his strength left him.

And she said to him,

The Philistines be upon thee, Samson.'

And they bound him in shackles,

brought him to Gaza and
gouged out his eyes."

That's what he thinks of women.

And he followed them in his hearse.

You don't know that.

He waited for them to leave.
There's no other reason.

And the cops haven't
even bothered talking to him.

But you did.

His eyes...

Everything about him is so creepy.

Next time, when you want
to talk to somebody,

let me do it.

You want a drink?

Oh, forgot, no alcohol.

That's Muslims. I'll drink anything.

Next time, leave the
Nancy Drew work to me.

He's really scary, John.

And I gave him my card.

(grunting)

(men praying in Arabic)

(police radio chattering)

Chasen High School, that's
in the Bronx, right?

Yeah, off Fordham Road.

Great basketball
team, lousy metal detectors.

So why would a kid transfer out of a

school half-a-dozen
blocks from his house

to another one 40
minutes away by subway?

To Chasen?

Well, not for the robotics
club, I'll tell you that.

Probably didn't have a choice.

(panting)

Box: His name was Nasir Khan.
Maybe you remember him.

Yeah. I remember him well.

He made the basketball team, but
I didn't play him too much.

He left in the middle of the ninth grade.

Yeah, he got into a
fight with another kid.

Wound up throwing him down
a flight of stairs.

Broke his arm.

But it could have just as
easily been his skull.

No kidding.

They suspended him for
a couple of weeks,

but when he came
back, it was just as bad,

so he was transferred out.

Thanks. I appreciate your time.

You're welcome.

(slow rock ballad
playing over sound system)

Thanks, Greer.

Jury selection isn't about selection.

It's about getting
rid of your nightmares.

Anyone from law enforcement.

Anyone from a law enforcement family.

Anyone from a military family.

No small business owners.

No working-class whites.

No elderly blacks. They're
tired of getting mugged.

No one who knows anyone killed on 9/11.

No one who listens to Fox News.

No golfers, no bowlers, no sailors,

and absolutely no lawyers.

Are you listening to me?

Yeah. Can I get another of these?

Yup.

(sighs)

I broke up with my boyfriend.

Oh.

Fuck that. Who cares? This is important.

Educated liberals are good,

unless they got a
kid died of an overdose.

Jews, but not religious ones.

Well, for this case it's complicated.

Same with Muslims.

Still, they tend to be...

I don't know. Who the
hell knows anymore.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

You know who you really want?

The prize of all prizes...

Young, urban women.

Mmm. Because they don't give a shit
about anyone's opinion but their own.

And odds are one of
them's gonna be on our side,

just by accident.

And all we need is one.

Young, urban women. Well phrased.

I try.

(sighs)

Look, I get it.

Love is passion, it's fleeting,

it's trouble.

"Paradise by the Dashboard Lights."

What?

You screw up, you break up,

you get divorced. I did.

It's not the end of the world.

You're alone.

Well, so are you, now.

Can I get another of these?

Greer.

She's done.

Why no sailors?

Man (on TV): While one officer
leads Marilyn out of the bedroom,

the other continues the luminol testing.

What he finds could be proof

that something violent happened there.

- (line rings)
- There are visible positive results...

(on phone) Yo, it's Gooden.

Can't come to the phone right now.

You can leave a message.

(beeps)

Hey, Gooden, it's Dad again.

What are you doing?

You wanna come over? We
could stay in, watch TV,

go out to Dinosaur
Bar-B-Que whatever you want.

What do you say?

Call me.

I love you.

Man (on TV): ...to help you search
for any kind of biological evidence.

Man 2: Then, according to
police, further disruptions...

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Your presence here
today makes it possible

for the court to select a jury

from a representative
sample of our community.

If it wasn't for people like you,

we would not be able to make real

- (snoring)
- the Constitution's guarantee

of the right to trial by jury.

This right is
included in our Bill of Rights,

and guaranteed by the
sixth and seventh amendments

to the United States Constitution.

(Latin pop song playing)

Yo, Marcus.

Qué pasa, jefe?

Did your boy tell you about Steven Diaz?

Who?

Schoolmate at Flushing High.

Threw him down a flight of stairs.

Almost killed him.

Stick 'em up.

Mmm.

What's that?

Board of Education incident report

for violent behavior.

Our golden boy.

He lied to us again.

I was in fifth grade when
the towers came down.

I didn't understand why
I was getting beat up,

why my little brother was,

why my dad got jumped in his cab twice.

Pakistani kids, North African,

any type of Muslim...
It was a slaughterhouse.

You try to fight
back, it only made it worse.

I didn't have a fight with Steve Diaz.

I just shoved him down those stairs.

Why? Because I just did.

I wish I could tell you
something else, but I just did it.

It was like...

like pushing open a door.

You just push it.

You know what I felt after?

Bad for my mom.

She never understood it.

To this day, doesn't.

She was just like,

"Why, Naz? Why'd you do it?

This isn't you. I don't understand."

Other than that, I felt nothing.

You look at me like she did.

"Why, Naz?"

No. I understand it.

It wasn't so easy for me, either.

You understand that.

But maybe I did kill that girl.

That's what you're thinking.

No.

No.

♪ ♪

Big day tomorrow.

Chandra: Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

hello, I'm Chandra Kapoor,

and I'm defending Mr. Nasir Khan.

Oh, my God.

Nick, Midleton.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah?
- Stone: How's it coming along?

I'm working on it.

Read it to me.

Nothing to read yet.

I'll come over.

No, I got it.

Look, an opening statement's a memo,

not the Gettysburg Address.

Get up there, tell 'em the
burden of proof is on the State,

quote the Constitution,
get off the stage.

Short and sweet. People have busy lives.

Don't read 'em "War and Peace."

I got it.

Oh, God.

A young woman gets in a cab,

little does she know this is the
last cab ride she will ever take.

She gets in, tells the
driver where she wants to go,

just like we've all
done a million times.

She's just 22 years old, and she's dead.

(bells jangling)

(doorbell rings)

$18.50.

Um...

I'll be... I'll be right back.

Yo.

Thank you, but my
mom's bringing me clothes.

Yeah, but they won't be right.

Thank you.

Your funeral.

(Italian ballad playing)

♪ ♪

Hey.

You're not gonna believe this...

Don't talk to me. I'm
working on my opening.

Now?

Look.

(muttering)

Hey. Hey.

Look.

I went to this Chinese guy.

He gave me some kind of
tree bark or fish powder.

I don't know what the fuck it was,

but it just...

Huh.

What the hell is this?

You look like an extra
from "West Side Story."

Cheryl, get those cuffs off him.

Give him to me for a minute.

Thanks. Let's go.

- What?
- Come on. Take it off.

Take it off. Your
shirt. What? You kidding me?

I'm not kidding. It doesn't look good.

You can't wear royal
blue in a courtroom, okay?

You gotta wear a white shirt.
The defendant wears a white shirt.

That's not a white shirt.

Well, it's whiter than yours. Come on.

I've done this before.
It's the wrong color.

The jury, they're coming in.

That's all right. They
don't know what's going on.

Just relax. They don't know who you are.

Just two guys.

Relax. Okay.

- But it looks stupid.
- It doesn't look stupid.

Okay?

The shirt you have on looks good.

All rise.

Let's go. Come on.

Good morning, everybody.

Have a seat.

Good morning, jurors.

My name is Helen Weiss.

I work for the
District Attorney of New York.

But my real employer, as
I come before you today,

is a young woman who lies in a grave

at St. Raymond's Cemetery.

It's my job for her to speak to you,

to take you on a tour of
her final, desperate hours.

On it you will visit every stop
she visited with the defendant

on his cold, calculating
itinerary that night,

which started with a
stolen car in Queens,

and ended with a young woman

brutally stabbed to death in her bed.

Before I take you on
this tour through hell,

a word to the wise.

Be not distracted by Mr.
Khan's benign appearance

as he sits here with us in
his dress shirt and tie,

nor by attempts by his attorneys

to linger on the victim's
personal struggles

in her all-too-brief life.

This case isn't about Andrea's life.

It's about her death.

Mrs. Weiss... she
prefers to be called "missus,"

gets to take you on her tour
before I can take you on mine.

And that's fine. That's how it works.

The State gets to go
first, then the Defense.

All I ask is you keep an
open mind and remember this,

there is no burden on me to prove to you
the defendant didn't commit the crime.

The burden is on the State
to prove he did. Thank you.

In the normal course of a day,

what percentage of the vehicles
approaching the Midtown Tunnel

is recorded by security cameras?

A hundred percent.

This one came through on October 24th

at 9:17 p.m. it says there.

And there's an E-ZPass record

of the same vehicle at the same time.

- This.
- Yes.

Same plate registration,
medallion, and VIN.

Weiss: Have you checked
the plates and registration

to see who owns this cab?

Yes. Yousef Bashir, Tariq
Mazari, and Salim Khan.

Which of them was driving it
the night it came into Manhattan?

None of them.

He seemed upset that these guys
wouldn't get out of his cab.

He wanted them out,

in no uncertain terms?

Yeah.

There they go.

One of those bottles looks like water,

but I can't tell what the other is,

can you?

Beer.

Whose DNA is on this?

The defendant, the victim's or both?

Only the victim's.

Okay.

So, after buying her beer in Harlem,

he drove her to West 87th Street,

according to this parking
violation issued at 1:55 a.m.

Whose blood is on this?

The defendant's.

Any chance you could be wrong?

Yes, one in five billion.

Well, what's this doctor's name?

Doctor Yee.

Y-E-E.

The guy is a miracle worker.
He's Anne Sullivan!

Three hundred dollars, and
he throws in aphrodisiacs.

Freddy: You know why I'm here?

I don't ask that question.

I mean, here, Rikers.

Not up north at Clinton.

Took my wife seven
hours on a Greyhound bus

traveling with the kids to come see me.

So I got a dude in my crew

to put another body on me.

New charge, new
trial, know what I'm saying?

So now I'm back down here,

bus ride's only 20 minutes away.

What's one more murder
charge, the fuck I care, right?

Yo, let me ask you something.

Did you like your life out there?

My life?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess.

Hmm.

God's honest truth,

whether you're in here or out there...

you know who you are,

how to get what you need.

Shit, sweet can be had anywhere.

(chuckles)

(siren chirps)

Policewoman: Upon observing the
vehicle proceed across an intersection

in violation of a
posted no left turn sign,

we commenced pursuit.

After pulling him over, I requested
to see his driver's license,

detected the smell of
alcohol, and asked him to blow.

- Blow?
- Take a BACtrack for me. Breathalyzer.

That's when the call came.

A break-in at 144 West 87th street.

Since we were the closest car to the
address, we said we would respond.

So, you let Mr. Khan go?

No. We took him with us.

I didn't want him driving off in
his cab given how intox he was.

Objection. The officer
just said no test was given.

She's got a point.

If he didn't blow,

how would you know how
intoxicated he was?

'Cause his eyes looked like two
cherries floating in buttermilk,

and he reeked like someone just
dropped a bomb in a tequila factory.

(laughing)

Okay.

Then what happened?

After we arrived at the
scene, we found the victim,

called for homicide.

Detective Box arrived,

and noticed Mr. Khan in
the back of our patrol car,

and instructed that I get someone
to take him back to the house,

which I did.

The house?

The precinct.

So, he's gone now.

You're still at the scene.

Is that the last you saw him that night?

No. Once everybody was
doing their thing,

CSU, ME, we went back to the precinct.

The desk sergeant told
us to cut him loose,

since, at that point, too
much time had passed

to test his alcohol level.

So, per standard procedure,

I patted him down to
make sure he wasn't armed.

And that's when I found it.

- It?
- That.

This.

Wiggins: In his jacket pocket.

Did he try to explain how he came
to have this knife in his pocket?

No. He tried to make a run for it.

How far did he get?

Not far, but it took two other
officers and myself to restrain him.

Three trained officers?

Yeah, and it wasn't
easy. Fought like a bull.

- What's your name, son?
- Nasir.

You don't understand.

That's why we're gonna talk, okay?

So I will understand.

Just you and me.

Come over here.

Please, let go, I...

No, no, I didn't do it!

I didn't... I didn't do it!

(shouting)

Give me your arm! Get on the ground!

Hands behind your back!

Give me your arm!

Weiss: Before this, in your patrol
car on the way to the precinct,

what was his demeanor?

Quiet, mostly.

Not a peep?

No, he did say one thing.

What did he say?

Is she dead?

"Is she dead?"

What did you make of that?

Nothing at the time 'cause
I thought he was a witness.

Then Officer Wiggins pulled
the knife out of his pocket.

Thank you.

Your witness.

(clears throat)

"Is she dead?"

Does that sound to you like something

somebody would say to a police officer

if he'd just committed a murder?

I don't know.

I once collared a rape suspect

that asked to go
back to the victim's house

to look for his car keys.

(spectators laughs)

Thank you.

(whispering)

Freddy: Dude is okay
from what I understand.

It's that girl I'm worried about.

Too young.

Well, at least she believes me.

See, that's what I'm talking about.

That ain't important.

Only a new lawyer wouldn't know that.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Hey. Hey, it's me.

Chandra: This caller
ID said unavailable.

(laughs)

That's pretty accurate.

Oh, don't worry, it's not being
recorded. This is my cell.

They allow cell phones?

Okay I call you?

Um, yeah.

Is there a problem? Are you all right?

(Nasir sighs)

You know, one of the
things you miss in here

is being able to say
good night to someone

that's not an animal in a fucking zoo.

It used to be my
parents or my brother, you know?

It still is, you should call them.

I don't think so.

Listen, I just wanted to say thank you

for everything you're doing for me.

And that I hope it doesn't scare you

if I say...

good night.

(line beeping)

Use that phone, playboy?

Where's your green dot?

(sighs)

(chuckles)

Aah!

What'd you see?

Hmm?

What'd you see?

Nothing.

What you gonna tell Freddy?

Nothing. Hmm?

(snoring softly)

Hey.

Let me ask you something. Not now.

How much you think this place is worth?

Ten million?

So how is it an
unemployed, 22-year-old,

drug-addled party girl

lives there like Eloise at the Plaza?

Mmm. Hmm?

(keyboard clacking)

(groans)

You're not looking for
a financial advisor.

No, I don't have enough money to bother.

This is about Andrea.

I'm an attorney.

For?

Nasir Khan.

- The guy who...
- Who's not been convicted.

Yeah.

I saw you at Andrea's funeral

arguing with some guy...

I didn't know at the time

was her stepfather.

I'm part of the fucking family!

What was it about? That?

Look, I really can't
talk about my clients.

Like you, it's a
matter of confidentiality.

Okay.

Look, I was hoping that
you could help me

with some, uh...

background information, off the record.

But if that's impossible, you know,

we'll have to do it more formally

with a subpoena and all that.

One way or the other, I gotta do my job.

Off the record.

Off the record, sitting
here, just us chickens.

You know, I never understood
that expression.

Me neither.

Close the door.

Evelyn, Andrea's
mother, she was my client.

When she died, Andrea came to me

to help her sort things out.

I mean, no 20-year-old kid should
have to deal with that,

but, well, sometimes they do.

One of the things I had to tell her

was that her mother's
husband, of just two years,

might get half of everything.

I didn't know him at the time.

Well, I didn't know Andrea
at the time either

except for Evelyn mentioning her.

But as I'm working with her on
this, then I got to know him.

- Mm-hmm.
- You met him, Don?

I just seen him at the
funeral, at the trial.

Well, you can see
just by looking at him,

he's younger than most 60-year-old
women's husbands by like, 25 years.

Well, it turns out he's got quite a
history with the gray ladies. Yeah.

He's got quite a history with
a few other things, too,

like restraining orders.

Really?

He threatened me, I can tell you that.

And it was fucking scary.

So, here he is,

personal trainer by trade,

if you can call that a trade,

makes 30 grand a year, if he's lucky,

stops working altogether
when he marries Evelyn.

Doesn't work a day after that.

And he wants half of
everything Andrea's got.

I mean, some kind of
"Driving Miss Daisy" gratuity, sure.

But five or six million dollars?

Andrea said no way.

Actually...

Actually, what she said
was, "Over my dead body."

Guess he gets it all now.

♪ Revolution ♪

♪ Freedom has many
prices, are you willing to pay ♪

♪ For Justice and Equality
to be the order of the day ♪

♪ Cuz they tape
recording everything you say ♪

♪ And only use cash ♪

♪ No credit cards,
they easy to trace ♪

Keep going.

That's right.

You're getting it.

You're good.

♪ A revolution is a way of life ♪

♪ Not a word, that's word ♪

♪ We living on the third
rock from the sun ♪

♪ Heard shots from the gun ♪

♪ Somebody yell "revolution" ♪

So, you're here most of the time?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

♪ I guess to be a revolutionary
is whether you chosen ♪

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