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THE NIGHT OF Episode 8

The writer tells me the main
character of the show is a cop

who gets his legs blown off
in Afghanistan.

He comes back, gets fitted for those
carbon-compound kangaroo feet,

like that Olympics guy
who shot his girlfriend on 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".

Something original would be a series
where the cop doesn't give a shit,

punches out, comes home,
has dinner with his family,

bangs the wife, and sleeps like a log?

Write a show like that, and the job will
throw you a parade. Right, Dennis?

Fuck you still doing here? Do we
got to have another party for you?

Picking up some last things.

Go home. Hit the links.
Get the hell out of here.

- This is nice.
- Yeah, it's okay.

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.
- You kind of have to, Mr. Williams.

Not true.
It's called the 5th Amendment.

You're concerned
about self-incrimination?

- What for? I ain't do nothing.
- Then do us a favor and answer.

I don't think you're 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're afraid
of this person you were with?

- Is the 5th okay here?
- No. That train's left the station.

- No. I'm not afraid of him.
- "Him"?

- Duane, dude's name is.
- Duane Reade?

Yeah. Is that a curse or what?
Bacon come to snatch your ass up,

talking about: "What's your name,
nigger?" and you: "Duane Reade."

And they: "You trying to be funny,
motherfucker?" Bam!

"Once again,
what's your fucking name?"

Right?

- Thank you, Mr. Williams.
- You got it.

- Mrs. Weiss?
- No questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Duane Reade,
where do you presently reside?

- The Cave.
- Cavendish State Penitentiary?

- That's what I said.
- How is it you find yourself there?

They say burglary. I say trespass.
I didn't leave with nothing.

Isn't that because the police caught you
before you could get out with the TV?

That's what they said.

- This your first arrest for burglary?
- I don't think so.

I don't, either,
because it was your 14th.

And you assaulted 7 of these 14
homeowners with a knife.

- 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 20, 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 M.O.?

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 were silent when you
met the defendant and Ms. Cornish.

He said you just stood there...
Silent, watching them go inside.

I know they got weed, too.

What were you thinking about, I wonder.

- Any questions, Mrs. Weiss?
- No, Your Honor.

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.

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 they mouth.

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

like people do to say: "Roll it down."
We saw that she didn't roll it down.

- Might she have been afraid of you?
- No one's afraid of me.

I am, after what you told me
at the mortuary. Remember?

Am I right? That's unadmissable.
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. Before we got back together.
- That's good. I'm happy for you both.

And 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.

I don't know what
you're doing. Just waiting?

Resting.

Now you're finally leaving, as they do.
Are you following them, Mr. Day?

- No.
- Where are you going then?

- My whereabouts are my business.
- Be a sport and answer the lady.

Home.

- To Michelle.
- To my other residence.

- An SRO hotel on 135th Street?
- Is something wrong with that?

No.
But, 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.

You look amazing!

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.

JUDICIAL SUBPOENA

Arms out.

Please raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell the 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?

Like a lot of kids feel
about second marriages.

Seeing her mother happy, I assume,
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.

Anything else about the marriage she
didn't like before, during, after it?

Yeah. Evelyn's will.

It entitled you to something
when Evelyn died,

even though you'd been married
just two years.

Yeah.

- 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 currently market value
of about 10 million dollars?

Right.

So outraged, she filed an appeal
in the probate court

in hopes it would agree with her
you deserve 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 diffuse her outrage?
- No, it didn't.

How do 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 house. To?

A fifth-floor walk-up in Queens.

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

it's paradise.

Now all that drama is over.
You can move back or sell it.

That's my intention.

- What do you do for a living?
- Personal trainer at Atlantis Fitness.

Is that where you met Evelyn?

I met her at a prior health club
I was working at. Equinox.

Why'd you leave Equinox
for Atlantis? Better pay?

No.

Because some 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 I'll 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've filed for it 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.
- Here it is, so let's have a look.

October 27th.

That was two days after her murder,
that Monday.

It's closed on Saturday and Sunday.
Is the time of filing on there?

8:00 a.m.

- Know when Surrogate's Court opens?
- 8:00 a.m.

- 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 timeline straight.
Just one more question.

After Andrea asked you to leave, do
you know if she changed the locks?

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

She didn't.

- Mrs Weiss?
- No questions.

Before this.

I need the credit-card receipts
from that night.

Can't do it. Customers' privacy.
Unless you brought a subpoena.

Not the cash purchases you don't
want to report, just the credit cards.

Not without a subpoena. Sorry.

This is my subpoena,
only pretend it has a "C" on it.

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 wore 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 when 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,

and 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
your closing argument.

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 he might.

- If I do it, I'll need some help.
- I'll walk you through it.

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.

Hey, John.

- Sorry I missed your party.
- You mean my wake.

You should do is work with me
in cardholder security.

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

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.

CONDOMS

Gate!

Did you bring it?
You better say yes.

You did it?

It's okay.

Where's the rest of it?

I got you.

- Okay.
- Officer?

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,

in a way a lot of my friends can't be.
They're raised conservatively.

- As Mulsims, 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, to the bedroom,

to get dressed and say goodbye.

She didn't say anything,
so I touched her to wake her

and felt in my hand something wet.
I turned on the lamp next to the bed

and saw her.
The blood, the wounds, and...

- 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?
- 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.

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?

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.
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, they can leave.

- Just regular sex.
- We'll need more than that.

- Objection. No, we don't.
- 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.
- We 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?

Sitting here in front of 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.

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 walked 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?

You're right. I picked that up
off the coffee table.

This drug, 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?

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
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?
- 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 panic, she was dead.

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.

- 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.

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?

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.

Ms. Kapoor?

The defense rests, Your Honor.

At the beginning, I thought
we had maybe a 10% shot.

Now, zero.

You just convicted him.

No.

I'm not discussing it.

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.

WIRELESS STATEMENT
ANDREA CORNISH

INCOMING

RAYMOND HALLE

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?

Red Label, rocks.

How's it going?

Good.

- Dennis.
- Ray.

- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah.

What do you do, Ray?

- Financial advisor.
- I play golf.

- Like golf pro?
- Like retired.

I used to drink Midleton's,
but for us pensioners,

it's rail Scotch from now on.
Yeah, the good days are gone.

- Excuse me. Hi? Check.
- You don't remember me.

I was at the 2-1 the night you got
shot. I talked to you in the hospital.

Christ. What's it like? Not getting
shot. I know what that's like,

but getting shot two inches from
your balls by some fucking pimp?

- It's nice meeting you.
- We met on Yom Kippur at the hospital.

- I heard. I don't care.
- Ray. Sit.

What were you thinking then?
Because I just don't get it.

Think you can beat up prostitutes
like that without consequence

and keep doing it?
Are you out of your mind?

You are, aren't you?
We've got another connection,

a friend of yours and my last job
before this fucking retirement.

Andrea. Tragic death.
Nice girl, by all accounts.

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 lovers' 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: "Get the fuck out".

You went downstairs.
Opened the drawer, took a knife out...

The killer's on trial.
You arrested him.

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

Now you're just being stupid.

It's better for you
if 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, 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.

I will, or, rather, the prosecutor will,
but that's not the deal.

The deal is, I know you weren't home.

Fucking cellphones pinging all the
time, even when you turn them off.

- And I will find the knife.
- We're done.

No problem.
Another Red Label.

Are you waiting for me to cuff you?
I told you, I'm retired.

Get the fuck out of here.

Forgot his hat.

Can I sit?

- What's your name?
- Terry.

Naz.

- Who did that to you?
- I don't know.

Good story, Terry.
Let me guess.

They told you to tell your mom to put
money into their commissary account,

and you said no.

That's exactly what happened.

You married?

I got to talk to a friend first, but I
can get you some protection in here.

You don't got to say yes or no now.
I'm just putting it out there.

Okay.

He's married, so he can swallow
his wife's dope his self.

She didn't keep her financial records
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 threw into a box.

But this one she opened. September.

300 000 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.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mrs. Weiss
has presented to us a case.

The Constitution asks of you
to review the material

in light of the evidence presented
and asks that we ask ourselves...

What she did was unprofessional,
unethical, and grounds for a mistrial,

after which the state asks itself:
"Should we 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 look at yourself in the 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.

I wish you hadn't done that.

- What, you don't like it?
- No. It's on the jury side.

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

- I made a terrible mistake.
- Mistake? Let me ask you.

What other careers
did you consider in college?

Okay, this is what will happen. I will
to turn this to the Ethics Committee

then finish the trial. You are now,
second chair. John, you'll take over.

I can't do that.

Sure you can. There's nothing
left but closing arguments.

The jury's barely seen me. Now,
I'm giving the closing argument?

It'll be fine.

No, no. This is clearly
grounds for a mistrial.

No. This is an attempt
to try to force a mistrial.

But you don't force anything
in my court.

- 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.

- 10 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?
You must be pretty sure about it.

Who is it?

Who did it?

It may not be that bad.

The circumstances, fact you're young,
that'll count for something.

- Thank you.
- For?

For... 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.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

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.

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 one in
the house when Andrea was killed,

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

He's the only person whose blood,
sprints, semen are 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...

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.

That's how Mr. Khan used it.

Cutting through tendons, muscle,
bone, and the heart, 22 times.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen.
Ladies and gentlemen...

The rush to judgment...
The rush...

There's two other guys. There's Duane
Reade. You can't deny that. Right.

God! Right.

Oh, my God.

No. I need this like a fucking
hole in the head!

Fuck!

Fuckin...
Come on!

Fuck.

- Are you under any unusual stress?
- You could say that.

- Who gave you this?
- Chinese guy on Canal Street.

Canal Street? He also offer
to retar your driveway?

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

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

I'm gonna be honest with you.
This isn't what I normally do.

Someone who looks like this doesn't
make his living by public speaking.

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

What I normally do is
plea my clients out.

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

Sold that dope, solicited that guy,
stole that iPhone.

It's clear to me just looking at them,
so I tell them:

"Don't be stupid. Take the deal."

The first time I saw Naz,

he was sitting alone in a holding cell
at the 21st precint.

He'd just been arrested.

I walked past him, out 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,

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

And that's how you survive Rikers.

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
to go to a party in Manhattan.

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

Crime three. By 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.

With the ecstasy and enough tequila
to topple a saguaro cactus,

it 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 tensed
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 people 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 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 innocence
beyond a reasonable doubt.

We hear that term a lot.
But what does it really mean?

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.

Nothing.

See you tomorrow.

- Okay. We got your Viagra now.
- I don't give a fuck anymore.

That's a good one.
You want a receipt?

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?

- How many times I got to tell you?
- I don't believe it.

Man, these dudes in here, upstate,
places I've been...

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...
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?

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.

You're discussing things. You're
having 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.

Mrs. Weiss, what's your pleasure?
New jury for retrial, say, next week?

No, Your Honor. My office
declines to prosecute further.

You're free...

Free to go home.

As per usual, I see some old faces.
Glad you learned your lesson.

For the freshmen, I'll keep it simple.
You get told to do something, do it.

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.

Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Your pay, MetroCard, one ride.
Wait a second.

He left this for you.

JACK LONDON
CALL OF THE WILD

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.

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

They'll take them 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.

NO FEE 'TIL YOU'RE FREE

Four days later, the CSI team
enters Patty and J.R.'s bedroom,

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

They notice stained indentations
in the linoleum floor

and begin testing with luminol,

a chemical used to indicate
the possible presence of blood.

Relegated to a neighbor's yard,

Patty's anxious family members
look on from afar.

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.

OK, sit tight. Don't talk to anybody.
I'll be down there in a little while.

You're gonna be fine.

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THE END

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