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Man: So the writer tells me the
main character of the show is a cop

who gets his legs blown
off in Afghanistan, comes back,

gets fitted for those carbon-compound
kangaroo feet...

Like that Olympics guy who
shot his girlfriend in the can...

And gets back on the job.

So, like what? Goes bouncing
around after the bad guys?

Apparently that's the whole point.

RoboDouche.

Man: I told him, "Hey, you
want to do something original?

How about a series with a
cop who doesn't give a shit?"

Punches out, comes home,

has dinner with his
family, bangs the wife,

and sleeps like a log.

You write a show like that,

and the job will throw you a parade.

Am I right, Dennis?

♪ ♪

(computer mouse clicks)

(mouse clicks)

(door opens)

(sighs)

What the fuck you still doing here?

What, do we gotta
have another party for you?

Picking up some last things.

Go home. Hit the links.

Get the hell out of here.

(mouse clicks)

(mouse clicks)

(mouse clicks)

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♪ ♪

(chatting indistinctly) This is nice.

Yeah, it's okay.

Chandra: The night of October 24th,

did you encounter the
defendant and Andrea

on West 87th Street?

I don't think I want
to answer that question.

You kind of have to, Mr. Williams.

Not true, not true. It's
called the Fifth Amendment.

You're concerned about
self-incrimination?

What for? I ain't do nothing.

Then do us all a favor
and answer the question.

I don't think you right on that.

But... I mean, no disrespect...

But, yes.

Tell her.

Yeah, I saw them.

Were you alone?

No.

Why did you tell the detective you were?

I misremembered.

You misremembered, that's why?

Not because you were afraid
of this person you were with?

Is the Fifth okay here?

No. That train's left the
station, Mr. Williams.

No. I'm not afraid of him.

Him?

Duane, dude's name is.

Duane Reade.

Yeah. And is that a curse or what?

Bacon come to snatch your ass up,

talking 'bout "What's your name, nigga?"

You like, "Duane Reade."

And they like, "Oh, you trying
to be funny, motherfucker?"

Blam, blam, blam! "Once again,
what's your fucking name?"

Right?

Thank you, Mr. Williams.

You got it.

Judge: Mrs. Weiss?

No questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Duane Reade. Where
do you presently reside?

The Cave.

Do you mean
Cavendish State Penitentiary?

That's what I said.

How is it you find yourself there?

They say a burglary. I say trespassing.

I didn't leave with nothing.

Isn't that because the
police apprehended you

before you could get out the door
with the Fujitsu TV you were carrying?

That's what they say.

Was this your first arrest for burglary?

I don't think so.

I don't either.

Because it was your 14th.

And you assaulted seven of
these 14 homeowners with a knife.

One Mr. Cuatro... Do you remember him?

That was self-defense.

Dude come running up on
me. I had to fight for my life.

Mr. Cuatro was 78 years
old and on an oxygen tank.

Did you bring the knife with you?

No. Got it from his kitchen.

A five-inch steak knife, according
to the police report.

And you were arrested in the same
manner on September 20th, 2012,

in possession of another steak knife.

Did you bring that one with you?

Again, that was trespassing.

It was aggravated sexual assault.

But my question is where
the knife came from.

The lady's sink, I think.

Like with Mr. Cuatro
and the others here,

you used a knife that was there.

That's your MO?

A shrug won't do, Mr. Reade.
We need to hear an answer.

Okay.

Yeah.

Trevor Williams, you know him?

Yeah, I know him.

He testified you didn't say anything

when you encountered the
defendant and Ms. Cornish

outside her residence with him.

He said you just stood there...

Trevor: I'm going to Sharanda's, man.

Chandra: ...silent, watching
them go inside.

Trevor: I know they got
some weed over there, too.

What were you thinking about, I wonder?

Judge: Any questions, Mrs. Weiss?

No questions, Your Honor.

Chandra: Why isn't she
questioning these guys?

To say to the jury she's
not concerned about them.

But she is.

You're leaving me
alone with the undertaker?

You'll be fine.

Psst!

Chandra: What's going on here, Mr. Day?

She threw a lit cigarette next
to the gas pump I was standing at.

I put it out.

Is that how people usually
put out cigarettes,

on someone's car window?

I know guys put it out in their mouth.

Just before you put it
out, you knocked on the window,

like people do to say "Roll it down."

And we saw that she didn't roll it down.

Do you think she might
have been afraid of you?

Oh, no one's afraid of me.

I am. After what you said to
me at the mortuary, remember?

Am I right, that's inadmissible?

That's "heresy," right?

Something like that.

Disregard Ms. Kapoor's last statement.

This is an order of protection issued
against you by your wife, Michelle.

Yeah, that's before
we got back together.

Oh, that's good.

I'm happy for you both, you managed
to resolve that somehow.

What about this 911 call she made

saying you were threatening
her with a knife?

The police come out,

by then she'd calmed
down, that was that.

This is one forgiving woman.

I never did nothing to her.

To who?

Who we talking about, my wife.

So, you're done filling your
hearse at this point,

but you're not leaving.

You're just... I don't
know what you're doing.

Just waiting?

Resting.

Now you're finally
leaving just as they do.

Are you following them, Mr. Day?

No.

Where are you going, then?

My whereabouts are my business.

Judge: Oh, be a sport
and answer the lady.

Home.

To Michelle?

To my other residence.

An SRO hotel for men on 135th Street.

Is there something wrong with that?

No. It's just, if you'd
gone home to Michelle

or a hotel with working security
cameras, unlike this rooming house,

we'd be able to verify where
you went that night.

But we can't.

She doesn't listen to
me, you know? I know.

(continues indistinctly)

- Taylor: You look amazing, amazing.
- (woman giggles)

(horn honks)

One. We're calling you as a witness.

So while you're up
there, you can explain

how you didn't kill your stepdaughter.

Two. I don't work out enough,

so the next time you threaten my family,

it'll be one of my
clients who pays you a visit.

He's from New Jersey.

Guard: Arms out.

All right, go on.

(beeping) Arms out.

(security wand squealing)

Bailiff: Please raise your right hand.

Do you swear or affirm to
tell the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth?

Yeah.

My condolences, Mr.
Taylor, and my apologies,

but there are certain
things only you can clarify for us.

How would you describe your
relationship with your stepdaughter?

Not great, to be honest.

Honesty is why we're here.

How come it wasn't great, if you know?

The drugs mainly.

Her drug use made our
relationship difficult.

Hers with her mother.

Frankly, mine with her mother.

An addict's net casts wide.

Her mother, your wife, Evelyn, died
last year, I was sorry to learn.

How long were you married?

Two years.

And how did Andrea feel about it?

(sighs)

Like a lot of kids
feel about second marriages.

Seeing her mother
happy... I assume she was happy...

Didn't make her daughter happy?

No.

Was the age difference an issue?

What is it, about 20 years?

It didn't help. Andrea, I mean.

It didn't matter at
all to Evelyn, or me.

Was there anything else about
the marriage Andrea didn't like

before, during, or after it?

Yeah.

Evelyn's will.

It entitled you to
something when Evelyn died

even though you'd been
married just two years.

Yeah.

And Andrea was unhappy with that?

"Outraged" is the word.

Outraged you were to get
half her mother's estate,

which included the home on 87th Street,

which has a current market
value of about 10 million dollars.

That's right.

So outraged she filed an
appeal in a probate court

in hopes it would agree with
her you deserved nothing.

That's right.

Did that outrage you?

No. I understood why she felt like that.

You understood it but filed
a countersuit against her.

Did that help diffuse her outrage?

No. It didn't.

How did two people like
this live under one roof?

They don't.

She asked me to leave and I did.

You moved out of her
mother's 10 million-dollar house, to...?

A fifth-floor walk-up in Queens.

But you know what?

Compared to being yelled at
by a 22-year-old drug addict

day in and day out, it's paradise.

Well, now all that drama is over,

you can move back or sell it.

That's my intention.

What do you do for a living, Mr. Taylor?

Personal trainer, at Atlantis Fitness.

Is that where you met Evelyn?

No. I met her at prior health
club I was working at, Equinox.

Why'd you leave Equinox for Atlantis?

- Better pay?
- No.

Was it because of the members
at Equinox, women members,

complained to the management
about unwanted attention from you?

It wasn't true.

But, yeah, a couple members said that.

What do you make now at Atlantis?

Look, it's obvious what you're saying,

so why don't I just save
you all the cat and mouse,

and these people, some
of their valuable time.

I make about $35,000 a year there.

Plus whatever I can pick
up with private lessons.

I'm on the verge of bankruptcy.

I filed for bankruptcy twice before.

And no, I didn't kill my stepdaughter.

Ever been arrested?

Yeah.

Twice, right?

Both times for domestic battery?

Once against your ex-wife Jean,

once against Andrea's mother.

Restraining orders in both cases.

Yeah.

Another of your
entitlements now is Andrea's trust fund,

which you filed for
in Surrogate's Court.

When did you file this claim?

The date? I don't know.

Well, here it is, so let's have a look.

October 27th.

That's two days after
her murder, that Monday.

Of course, it's closed
on Saturday and Sunday.

Is the time of filing on there?

8:00 a.m.

You know what time Surrogate's
Court opens?

8:00 a.m.

Uh-huh.

And when was Andrea's funeral?

That Wednesday.

So, two days before you buried her,

you applied for her trust fund.

Okay. I think I've got
the time line straight.

Just one more question.

When Andrea asked you to move out,

do you know if she
changed the locks after that?

I don't, because I
haven't been back there.

She didn't.

Judge: Mrs. Weiss?

No questions.

(keyboard clacks)

Before this.

Box: I need the credit card
receipts from that night.

Can't do it. Customer's
private information.

Unless you brought a subpoena with you.

I'm not talking about the cash purchases

you have no intention of reporting,

just the credit cards.

Not without a subpoena.

Sorry.

This is my subpoena,

only pretend it has a "C" on it.

Stone: You should feel okay.

- Do you?
- I do.

Then you're a worse
liar than the stepfather.

Any case, there's nothing else to do.

We're out of witnesses.

We're done.

I want to call Naz.

No, you don't.

They need to hear from him.

No, they don't.

They've got all the
reasonable doubt they need.

I disagree.

You disagree?

You don't know enough to disagree.

Who are you again?

What's your experience? Remind me.

Who are you?

Look...

when he walked into
this courtroom on day one,

he was wearing the
cloak of presumed innocence.

He's still wearing
it, and will continue to

unless he testifies,
then he takes it off.

He forfeits it the
minute he goes up there.

No, he doesn't. To the jury he does.

He gets in that box,

they'll expect him to
prove his innocence.

Any everything else we've presented
goes out the window.

You mean everything I've presented.

You're killing me, and that's fine,

but don't kill him.

Go home and write and
your closing argument.

Chandra: You think you can handle it?

- Do you?
- I do.

And I think it's important.

Like, we'll lose if I don't?

I'm afraid we might.

If I do it, I'm gonna need some help.

I'll walk you through the whole thing.

But once I sit down and she stands up,

there's not much I can do.

That's not the kind of help I mean.

♪ ♪

(door opens)

(sighs)

Hey, John. Hey.

Sorry I didn't make it to your party.

You mean my wake?

What you should do

is come work with me in
cardholder security.

I swear, it's the best job I ever had.

Listen, I need a favor.

I need the names and
addresses without a subpoena.

No problem.

I'll start packing for prison right now.

Thanks, John.

Hey.

(Muzak playing over PA)

(sighs)

(hip-hop music playing)

Guard: Gate! (alarm buzzes)

(pants)

(door opening)

Did you bring it?

You better say yes.

You did it?

(whispers) It's okay.

Where's the rest of it?

(whispers) I got you.

(whispers) Okay?

Officer.

♪ ♪

Chandra: In the short time
you and Andrea were together,

did you develop any
feelings towards her?

I did.

I liked her a lot.

She was fun just to be with, um...

in a way a lot of my friends can't be

that were raised conservatively.

- As Muslims, you mean?
- Yes.

Later that night when you found her,

can you describe that for us?

I woke up in the kitchen,

and walked up the stairs,

down the hall to the bedroom

to get dressed and say goodbye.

She didn't say anything.

So, I touched her to wake her.

I felt in my hand something wet.

I turned on the lamp next to the bed

and saw her.

The blood, the wounds,

and, uh...

She was dead.

Yeah.

And you?

I panicked and I ran.

I wish I hadn't done that.

I'm ashamed that I did that.

But I did.

I was scared.

Did you kill her?

(softly) No.

No. I couldn't have.

Even if I was out of my
mind, I could never do that.

I know it in my heart.

Thank you.

Judge: Mrs. Weiss?

You ever lie, Mr. Khan?

I try not to.

Is taking things without permission,
like taxi cabs,

a kind of lie?

Yes.

What about getting
doctors to prescribe amphetamines

and then selling them at a
whopping profit to your friends?

Ever tell your
conservative parents about that?

No.

When Andrea got in your cab,

did you ask her to get
out like those other two guys?

Uh, no.

'Cause she was pretty?

I guess.

Okay.

So now she's in your cab,

you're driving her
around, buying her beer.

You have any
notions where it might lead?

Notions?

Notions, thoughts.

Like, with any luck
it might lead to sex.

I don't really do that type of thing.

Which?

Have sex with somebody I just met.

Isn't that exactly what you
did three hours later?

Yeah.

What kind of sex did you guys have?

If you're worried about your
parents hearing this,

I'll give them a chance to leave.

Just regular sex.

I'm afraid we're
gonna need more than that.

Chandra: Objection. No, we don't.

Judge: Overruled.

I don't remember the details.

Is that because you have sex so often,

it kind of just all blurs together?

No.

How many times have you had sex,

with women or men?

Once before, with a girl.

Only once before?

And you don't remember
anything about this second time?

There were a lot of drugs.

Oh, we've heard.

A lot of foreplay, too?

No. She didn't want a lot of that.

She didn't. Okay.

How about you?

Is that how you like it?

How would you like it?

Excuse me?

Having to sit up here in
front of all these people,

answering this type of question?

That's what you meant.

Well, I wouldn't.

But if I was on trial for murder

and freely chose to testify,

I'd have to answer the
questions I'm asked.

You know what,

let's go to just
after not-much-foreplay sex.

What you did between then and when you
say you woke up in the kitchen downstairs.

I don't remember.

This is a crucial period
of time, Mr. Khan.

You might want to
try harder to remember,

for your sake.

I know, but I can't.

Nothing?

Not doing anything?
Not hearing anything?

Not even going down there?

Nothing.

So, you woke up.

You walk back upstairs.

You found her dead.

And you ran in a blind panic?

Yes.

But then you ran
back and broke back into

the same place you just
ran from in a blind panic.

Remind me why?

My car keys were in my
jacket, which was inside.

Right.

So you grabbed your
jacket and ran out again.

Yes.

Grab anything else?

No.

The vial of ketamine was already
in your jacket pocket?

No, you're right. I picked that
up off the coffee table.

This... This drug your... your
attorney says was Andrea's?

It was hers.

So why would you take it?

I don't know.

Take anything else?

No.

Think.

No.

So the murder weapon was
already in your pocket?

Chandra: Objection.

Fine.

So the knife was already in your pocket?

No. I took that with me, too.

Why?

Because I knew how it looked.

You were drunk, drugged, scared,

and in a blind panic.

But you still knew how it looked?

Yeah.

How did it look?

Like I killed her.

All right.

So you left the house again with
the ketamine and the knife,

got in your father's cab...

We've heard what happened after
that from law enforcement officers...

And now...

you're in a patrol car,

being taken to the
precinct by Officer Bell,

who thinks you're a witness,

and you ask him what?

Is she dead?

Why did you ask him that?

Because I hoped it wasn't true.

Please read back the testimony
from "I turned on the lamp."

Mr. Khan: "I turned on the
lamp next to the bed and saw her.

The blood, the wounds, and..."

Ms. Kapoor, "She was dead."

Mr. Khan, "Yeah."

So, when you saw her just
before you ran in a blind panic,

she was dead.

And two hours later in the patrol car,

you weren't sure?

She looked like she was dead.

But conceivably she wasn't?

I don't know.

You didn't check her pulse?

No.

You didn't call 911?

No.

Why not, if it was
possible she was still alive?

I don't know. I wasn't thinking.

You see why I'm having
some trouble here?

You had the presence of
mind to run from a crime scene,

to remove evidence implicating
you in the crime,

to operate a motor vehicle without
crashing into anything,

but you didn't have the presence of mind

to dial three numbers on your phone?

The prophet Muhammad has
this to say about that.

"Hurry with all the strength of
your legs to the one who needs help."

Is that what you did for Andrea?

(sighs)

Here's the deal, Mr. Khan,

and you know it.

Whether you stabbed her or not,

you could have saved her.

This young woman who you barely knew,

but who you say you liked...

Did you kill her?

I don't know.

I'm done.

♪ ♪

(sniffles)

Judge: Ms. Kapoor?

(sniffles) Um...

The Defense rests, Your Honor.

You know, at the beginning,
I thought we had maybe a...

10% shot.

Now?

Zero.

You just convicted him.

♪ ♪

(buzzer rings)

(dogs barking)

No...

I'm not discussing it.

(meows)

Judge: Jurors, I'll remind you

not to discuss this case with anyone,

and keep your TVs, computers,
and iPads off.

Have a nice, electronics-free weekend.

I'll see you on Monday.

(light switch echoes)

(vacuum whirring)

(cat toys jangling)

(buzzing)

♪ ♪

(cat toys jangling)

(squeaking)

♪ ♪

(police radios chattering)

♪ ♪

Box: Hey, Mike.

The shooting in the strip
club last Yom Kippur.

What was the vic's name again?

Are you still here?

What the fuck?

You don't remember?

(water sprinklers clicking)

(golf ball clunks)

(jazz music playing) (slots beeping)

Red Label, rocks.

How's it going?

Good.

Dennis.

Ray.

Nice to meet you. Yup.

What do you do, Ray?

Financial advisor.

Ah.

I play golf.

Like, a golf pro?

Like retired.

Used to drink Midleton,

but for us pensioners, it's
rail scotch from now on.

Good days are gone.

Excuse me.

Hi. Check.

You don't remember me. Huh?

I was at the 2-1 the
night you got shot.

I talked to you in the hospital.

Christ, what's that like?

I mean, not getting
shot. I know what that's like.

But getting shot two
inches from your balls

by some fucking pimp?

It was nice meeting you.

I just told you, we met before,
on Yom Kippur, at the hospital.

Yeah, I heard you. I don't care.

Ray...

Sit.

What were you thinking then?

'Cause I just don't get it.

You think you can beat
up prostitutes like that?

And there's not gonna be
some kind of consequence?

And keep doing it?

Are you out of your mind?

You are, aren't you?

We got another connection.

Friend of yours and my last job

before this fucking retirement.

Andrea.

Tragic death.

Nice girl by all accounts.

I mean, she had her personal problems,

but who doesn't?

You do.

How much money do you
lose here every month?

Is that what the fight
was about that night? Money?

Withdrawals from her accounts?

Or are you gonna tell me it
was just a lover's quarrel?

She was a client, not a girlfriend.

I'm not sure which is worse for you,

but I beg to differ.

So you went there later, after this.

Woke her up, tried to talk to her again.

Told her you'd get her money back...

Of course, you couldn't.

She told you to get the fuck out,

maybe reached for the
phone to call the cops,

you went downstairs, opened
the drawer, took a knife out...

The killer's on trial.

You guys arrested him.

I'm not her
boyfriend. And now I'm leaving.

Now you're just being stupid.

It's better for you you were seeing her.

That explains your semen in her bedroom.

If you weren't her
boyfriend, then what the fuck, Ray?

Don't be an idiot.

I know you know what's next.

If you weren't
there, then where were you?

Home.

Everyone's at home eventually.

Before that, say, around midnight.

Here's the deal...

Here's the deal, talk to my lawyer.

Oh, I will or
rather, the prosecutor will.

But that's not the deal.

The deal...

is I know you weren't home.

Fucking cell phones,
pinging all the time,

even when you turn 'em off.

And I will find the knife.

We're done.

No problem.

Another Red Label.

What, are you waiting for
me to cuff you or something?

I told you, I'm retired.

Get the fuck out of here.

Forgot his hat.

(wolf whistle)

Can I sit?

What's your name?

Terry.

Naz.

Who did that to you?

I don't know.

That's a good start, Terry.

Let me guess, they told you
to tell your mom or whatever,

to put money into their
commissary account

and you said no.

That's exactly what happened.

You married?

I gotta talk to a friend of mine first,

but I can maybe get you
some protection in here.

You don't gotta say yes or no now.

Just putting it out there.

Okay.

He's married.

So he could swallow his
wife's dope hisself.

She didn't exactly keep her
financial records neatly organized,

but neither did we.

Most of her bank statements were
still in their envelopes unopened,

scattered around with
old "Vogue" magazines

and some junk mail,

which CSU basically threw into a box.

But this one she did open, September's.

Three hundred thousand, gone.

She could have loaned it to him.

Or he could have just taken it.

He had power of attorney.

In any case, she knew.

He said he went home after this,

and he did,

via the Midtown Tunnel,

through a cash lane, even
though he's got an E-ZPass.

Yeah. At 2:00 a.m.

And here he is at 3:00 a.m.

We've got more on the kid.

(sighs)

(loud chattering)

(police radio chattering)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

Chandra: Ladies and gentlemen,

Mrs. Weiss has presented to us a case...

Ladies and gentlemen, the
Constitution asks of you to review...

The Constitution asks of you

to review the material

in light of the evidence presented,

and asks that we ask ourselves...

Stone: What she did was
unprofessional, unethical,

and grounds for a mistrial,

after which, the State asks itself

"Do we really wanna
go through all this again

knowing next time he'll have
a real attorney defending him?"

You?

No. Someone good.

They'll be lining up.

What would happen to her?

What do you care? You like
her like you liked Andrea?

Take your hand off your dick.

Are you high?

No.

What'll happen to
her is something between

a reprimand and a disbarment.

Probably, her career is over.

But it's your life we're
talking about, so...

Look, 20 years from now when
you wake up in your cell,

and you look at yourself
in your dented tin mirror,

here's what you're gonna see.

Someone you don't recognize,

who made the wrong decision

when he had the chance to save himself.

Is that a yes?

Okay. Good.

Ah, I wish you hadn't done that.

Why, you don't like it?

No.

It's on the jury's side.

(clock ticking)

(sighs)

I really don't know what
to say, Ms. Kapoor.

Do you?

I made a terrible mistake.

Judge: Mistake?

Okay, let me ask you.

What other careers did
you consider in college?

Okay. This is what's going to happen.

I'm going to turn this into
the ethics committee, obviously,

then finish this trial.

Ms. Kapoor, you are now second chair.

John, you'll take over.

I can't do that.

Judge: Sure, you can.

There's nothing left
but closing arguments.

The jury's barely seen me.

All of a sudden, I'm there
giving the closing argument?

Judge: It'll be fine.

Nah, nah, no, no.

No. This is...

clearly grounds for a mistrial.

No. What this is,

is an attempt to
try to force a mistrial.

But you don't force
anything in my court.

Well... I'll... I'll appeal.

No law against it.

I'm serious. I heard you.

Which won't be good for you.

Excuse me?

It'll be fine, John. You'll
do fine in there.

Bye now.

♪ ♪

It didn't work.

Sorry?

That tape you dropped off at my door,

there's no mistrial.

Ten dumplings. Hold on.

I'm not following.

Sure you are.

My question is why?

I really don't know what the
fuck you're talking about.

What'd you find, huh?

You must be pretty sure about it.

Who is it?

Who did it?

(thunder rumbling)

It may not be that bad.

The circumstances, the
fact you're young,

you know, that'll count for something.

Thank you.

For?

For, um...

I don't know, not lecturing me.

I'm too busy to lecture.

Besides, you know what you did.

So chin up, finish this trial...

and then clear out your fucking desk.

(thunder rumbles)

Ladies and gentlemen...

(murmuring)

(sighs)

Oh...

Weiss: Ladies and gentlemen...

when you file a request for
a document from the FBI

under the Freedom of Information Act,

this is what you get.

It's called a redacted document,

edited to render unreadable

any content the FBI deems a
threat to national security,

or, more often, to the security
of the workings of the FBI itself.

Redaction equals self-preservation.

Like this, there is a redaction

in the middle of what the
defendant has told you

about the night of Andrea's murder,

a black rectangle of nothing

between the time he had sex with her,

and when he, as he
says, found her bleeding out.

He says he can't remember anything.

He fell asleep. He passed out.

He has redacted a
crucial period of time.

Why? For the same
reason this is blacked out.

Self-preservation.

His defense team has tried to say

there are other people with
motive, opportunity,

and histories more
consistent than Mr. Khan's

with such a horrendous crime as this.

I'd ask why,

but you know why.

It's desperation.

Because they know a
redacted story doesn't sit well

with an intelligent jury.

Is there any evidence

any other person was in
the house that night?

No. Nasir Khan was the
only person in the house

the night Andrea was murdered,

in the bedroom she was
murdered, in the bed she was murdered.

He's the only person
whose blood is there,

whose prints are
there, whose semen is there.

The only person who
had a knife in his pocket

with her blood on it.

He was that night, and to this day,

the only suspect the police considered.

Because...

(door opens, closes)

Because he was and is

the only killer of
this beautiful, young woman.

This is not a
penknife or a grapefruit knife.

This knife is
designed to cut through meat,

and that's what Mr. Khan used it for,

cutting through tendons,
muscle, bone, and a heart,

22 times.

Thank you.

(muttering) Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen, in
the rush to judgment...

Okay, now. The rushed...

There's two other guys.

There's Duane Reade...

You can't deny that.

That's right.

(sighs)

God!

Right.

What the fuck?

God!

Fuck! (groans)

God!

Oh, no, hey, I need this like
a fucking hole in the head!

Aah!

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(grunts)

Fuck!

(inhaler hissing)

(wheezes)

Fucking get...

(growls)

Fuck!

(groans) God.

(monitor beeping)

(wheezing) You under any unusual stress?

You could say that.

(wheezing)

Who gave you this?

(hoarsely) Some Chinese
guy on Canal Street.

Canal Street.

Did he also offer to
re-tar your driveway?

Unless you like insomnia, panic
attacks, confusion, and psychosis,

you don't want to make
a habit out of this.

Oh...

(wheezes)

(wheezes)

(hoarsely) I'm gonna be honest with you.

This isn't what I normally do.

I mean, obviously, someone
who looks like this

doesn't make his
living doing public speaking.

I'm sorry you even have to look at this.

What I normally do is,
uh, plea my clients out,

because 95% of the time, they
did what they were charged with.

They sold that dope,

they solicited that guy,

they stole that iPhone.

It's clear to me just looking at them.

So, I tell them, uh,

"Don't be stupid, take the deal."

The first time I saw
Naz, he was sitting alone

in a holding cell at the 21st Precinct.

He'd just been arrested.

I walked past him,

out of the station and then stopped.

I turned around and went back.

Why?

Because I didn't see what
I see in my other clients.

And I still don't after all this time.

What I see is what happens
when you put a kid in Rikers

and say, "Okay, now survive that

"while we try you for
something you didn't do."

And that's how you survive Rikers.

Oh, there were crimes
committed that night, no doubt.

Crime one,

stood up by a friend with a car,

a young man takes his
father's cab without permission

to go to a party in Manhattan.

Crime two, a young woman
buys some powerful illegal drugs.

Crime three, on the
banks of the Hudson River,

under the George Washington Bridge,

she gives him one of
those illegal drugs, MDMA.

Crime four,

later at her house,

she gives him another
illegal drug, ketamine,

which, with the Ecstasy,

and enough tequila to
topple a saguaro cactus,

knocks him out like the
horses vets give ketamine to.

Crime five,

upon discovering the body,

instead of reporting it, he runs.

Crime six, he makes an illegal left turn.

Crime seven, he resists arrest.

Those are the crimes committed by
these two young people that night,

and the only ones we have proof of.

What we don't have proof of

is who committed the
crime he's been charged with.

The prosecution has
presented what it says is proof,

but at the end of the day,

it's circumstance and speculation.

The rush to judgment against Nasir Khan

began at the 21st Precinct

at 4:45 a.m. the night of,

and ended 10 seconds later

when he was tackled to the floor.

The police investigated no one else,

not the stepfather who had a
tempestuous relationship with the victim,

even though the percentage of
killers who know their victims

is five times greater
than that of strangers,

and even though among the fraction
of strangers who do commit murder.

There were two individuals

the couple had
confrontations with that night.

One with a history of battery,

the other with multiple convictions

for aggravated assault,

every time using a knife from
the victim's own home.

The night Naz was
arrested, he lost a lot.

He lost his freedom

to return home to his
family, to his school,

to his night job that
helps pay for that school.

But what he didn't lose, and
what none of us can lose,

were his Constitutional rights

to an attorney,

to a fair and impartial trial by you,

his peers,

and to the presumption of his innocence

beyond a reasonable doubt.

(scoffs)

We hear that term a lot.

But what does it really mean, huh?

What's its definition?

It doesn't have one.

It's what we think,

and as much as what
we think, what we feel.

And what we feel

and what you feel

will determine

what happens to the rest
of this young man's life.

Thank you.

(whispers) Thank you.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chattering)

♪ ♪

(door opens)

Nothing.

See you tomorrow.

(train rumbling)

(Muzak playing over PA)

Okay.

Oh, we got your Viagra now.

I don't give a fuck anymore.

(chuckles) That's a good one.

Want a receipt?

Mm-mm.

(Muzak continuing)

(thunder rumbles)

(men chattering)

(thunder rumbles)

Worst comes to worst, it's
not so bad in here, is it?

I mean...

you got people that
care about you in here.

I care about you.

Why?

(scoffs)

How many times I gotta tell you?

I don't believe it.

(scoffs)

Man, these dudes in here,

upstate, places I've been...

I mean, whether they in
here for selling drugs or murder,

they all got one thing in common.

You ask them,

every last one say they innocent.

But they all got that stink about them,

every moron to millionaire,

that lying stink.

But you?

You smell like innocence.

You the real deal, Naz.

That makes you one of a kind.

And the fact that you under my wing?

It's like... like I got
something nobody else got.

It's like...

like I got a unicorn.

So why would I not take care of you?

What kind of a cold
individual do you think I am?

♪ ♪

(door opens)

All rise.

How we doing?

Not good.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that,

but I have to ask you to go back.

Your Honor, we're not getting
anywhere in there.

Judge: You're discussing things.

You're having some differences
of opinion.

We're deadlocked.

No you're not. I don't like that word.

I'm not going to let you use it.

Someone's holding out. You keep talking.

Not gonna happen.

Sure it will. What's the count?

Six to six.

And it's not gonna change.

So, I'm sorry, Your Honor,

but we're done.

Thank you for your service.

The jury is dismissed.

So, Mrs. Weiss, what's your pleasure?

Shall we impanel a new jury for retrial?

Say, next week?

No, Your Honor.

My office declines to prosecute further.

(people murmuring)

You're free.

Free to go home.

♪ ♪

(distant inmates chattering)

Guard: As per usual,
I see some old faces.

Glad you learned your lesson.

Now for the
freshmen, I'll keep it simple.

You get told to do something, you do it.

Gate! You lay a finger on any of us,

we break out the riot gear,

we put you in the fucking hospital,

and we add another charge.

(thudding, rattling)

♪ ♪

Freddy: Come on.

(door buzzes)

Come on.

(grunts)

Come on.

Come on!

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Your pay.

Metro Card, one ride.

Wait a second.

He left this for you.

♪ ♪

(police radio chattering)

(alarm buzzes)

(wind whistling)

NYU campus security.

So, back in uniform.

Sort of.

You sure you wouldn't rather
slit your wrists?

It's a job.

I got a job for you.

Let's go get him.

♪ ♪

It's hot.

Anything you want to do tonight?

Go out, see your friends?

You should. It's fine.

Nah, this is fine.

Okay.

I spent a lot of time sitting
on this bed when you were gone.

I'm so happy you're home.

You thought I killed her.

Never.

Okay, Mom.

♪ ♪

(people chattering)

So, right now at the 21st Precinct,
there's someone in the pen.

They'll take him down to The
Tombs, to court, to Rikers.

Meanwhile, there's someone
else in the pen.

Tomorrow someone else, the
next day someone else.

No one's even thinking
about you anymore.

Except everybody here.

So what?

People stare at me every
day like I got leprosy.

They don't want to be anywhere near me.

I repulse them.

♪ ♪

See? You learned something in there.

Everyone's got a cross to bear, Naz.

Pardon the expression,

fuck 'em all.

Live your life.

Thank you for what you did for me.

Don't mention it.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Yo, you got that?

I got that.

All right.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Man (on TV): Four days later,

the CSI team enters Patty
and JR's bedroom,

one of the last places Patty
was seen before she vanished.

They notice several stained
indentations in the linoleum floor

and begin their testing with luminol,

a chemical used to indicate the
possible presence of blood.

(phone rings)

Yeah?

Let me stop you. Whatever
you did or you didn't do,

it's 250 bucks, cash only.

No credit cards or personal checks.

Okay. Sit tight, don't talk to anybody.

I'll be down there in a little while.

You're gonna be fine.

(on TV) ♪ And the first time ♪

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♪ Ever I lay with you ♪

They live in squalor,

with no food, no shelter,

and no love.

♪ Felt your heart ♪

♪ So close to mine ♪

These are the forgotten ones,

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and neglected,

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Please, don't forget them.

Reach out and tell that animal

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For only $18 a month,

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♪ Your face ♪

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(cat meows)

♪ Your face ♪

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