All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Trial.By.Jury.S01E07

[Man Narrating] In the
criminal justice system...

all defendants are
innocent until proven guilty,

either by confession,
plea bargain or trial by jury.

This is one of those trials.

[Whimpering] Please, help me!

[Siren Blaring]

Kozak! What are
we looking at here?

We responded to a panic button. Three
shots fired. Lunch hour on a payday.

Best guess, there are at least 30 live
bodies in there. Okay. Let's go! Come on.

Team 1, break right.
Team 2, hang back.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

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[Man On Radio]
The area is clear.

I see three hit. No
sign of the shooter.

What took so damn
long? She needs help now.

Stay down!

Sir, do you work
here? I'm the manager.

- How many shooters were there?
- One.

- Which way did he exit?
- He didn't.

I did it.

I shot them.

I think she's dead.

The bank has a prescribed procedure,
a plan I was supposed to follow,

but I froze.

I did nothing while he fired.

I saw those people
fall. I'll never forget that.

Was Mr. Soin holding the
gun when you first saw him?

I heard a shot. I just ran.

It was as if something had grabbed
me by the arm and hurled me to the floor.

I was lying there. I saw him.

He shot another person.

I thought...

It was the wrong thing
to think, but I thought,

thank God he's not
shooting at me again.

That's it.

Didn't care for dessert?

Meringue doesn't travel.

Well, they just brought him in.

This guy, Andrew Soin.

He works at the bank?
Clerk. Four years.

You want to sit in
on the interrogation?

Yeah, sure. It seems
I've lost my appetite.

Well, we have 30 eyewitnesses
to the shooting, plus the videotape.

It's open-and-shut.

Don't jinx it.

Docket number 394405,
People v. Andrew Soin.

Charge is murder in the second
degree and assault with intent to murder.

- Can I say something?
- Sure. "Guilty" or “not guilty."

This is an injustice. I called the police
switchboard and I told them I had a gun.

From my home I called them.

Mr. Guzman, does your client
need a psychological evaluation?

I don't believe so, Your
Honor. I'm not crazy.

I'm t-telling you what happened.
I called, and they hung up on me.

I waited for an
hour. No one came.

Keep this up, you're
not making bail.

I'm not guilty. Then
I'm glad that's settled.

[Gaffney] The People
request remand.

May it please the court, Mr. Soin
doesn't present a flight risk.

Save it.

Due to the gravity of these charges
and the strength of the evidence,

the defendant is remanded
to the Department of

Correction without
bail and on a short date.

- Next.
- I'll look into the phone call.

Docket number 394505,
People v. Nathaniel Spivak.

Charge is menacing
in the second degree.

[Judge] Mr. Spivak, how do you
plead? Looking good, counselor.

Sleep. It's a perk
of private practice.

You planning to run with this alleged
phone call? If you got it, flaunt it.

She still using that
one? All the time.

Trying to make me
feel dated? Did it work?

You wish.

If his attorney has any
sense, there'll be a message

waiting on my voice mail
when I get back to my office.

I wouldn't offer a plea
even if there was interest.

Man gets up from his desk, opens
fire in front of five video cameras.

Why would you want to make a deal
on a case you can win so easily at trial?

I hear Guzman has this
one. How's he doing?

You can still take
his word to the bank.

Word has it that all he has
is this supposed phone call.

It is the only thing that
could muddy the waters.

But if Soin really did
call for help, wouldn't

there be a recording
of the conversation?

Only 911 records incoming calls.

The police switchboards don't, and
that's who he's claimed to have called.

Well, don't let this
become a game of operator.

Verify that they never received
Soin's call and put him away.

Are they gonna turn over the phone
records so we can prove I made the call?

That'll be part of the
discovery process.

What does that mean?

There are certain things the prosecution
is required to hand over before trial.

- We should have it in a few weeks.
- That's a long time, isn't it?

Andrew, I think it's in your
best interest to let me...

Could we keep this
formal? Excuse me?

I call you Mr. Guzman. Fine.

Mr. Soin. Is the
operator going to testify?

If need be, we can
get a subpoena.

How do we do that?
Mr. Soin, please.

Why don't you let me
worry about the logistics.

We can draw up a motion
and file it with the clerk's office.

Now, about a plea.

The D.A.'s gonna want to milk
this. It's a clear win for them.

But—We're not finished here.

You seem to have your
whole case worked out.

I'm not gonna set up a negotiation
if you won't consider a plea.

I will consider it.

So you were answering calls on
the afternoon of February the fourth?

I'd have to check my card.
Your sergeant already did.

I need to ask you
about Andrew Soin.

He shot up the Midtown
Savings Bank, killed a woman.

Yeah. Name sounded familiar.

Well, he claims that he
called this switchboard,

said he had a gun,
needed some help,

and the operator hung up on him.

I think I'd remember
a call like that.

Look, you gotta understand that
this switchboard, it hardly ever rings.

And when it does, it's usually
personal calls for the guys on duty.

If a call like that
came through,

you can bet I
wouldn't hang up on it.

It's not the slam dunk
Branch was hoping for.

The operator? Far from compelling.
Says he never got the call.

You don't believe him?
[Chuckles] He broke into a sweat.

Sure looked like a
guilty conscience to me.

The victim’s husband's
waiting in the conference room.

Hey, put a rush on
Soin's phone records. We

need confirmation that
call never happened.

And tell Salazar and
Ravell to dig into Soin.

Let's find out what made him walk
into work that day and open fire.

I keep asking myself
why, but the truth is, I

really don't care what
made the guy do what he did.

I just want him to pay.

She didn't deserve this.

I wanted to try to have the
funeral as soon as possible.

I only have a few days' leave.

It would be helpful if her family could
be here for as much of the trial as...

There is no family. I'm it.

How long were you
and Dana married?

Just over a year.

We went to City Hall a
month before I shipped out.

I'm in Fallujah, and Dana gets shot trying
to cash a check in downtown Manhattan.

Do you mind? I
only get five minutes.

People say you're the one to talk
to about Soin. You guys buddies?

Soin didn't have buddies.

Word is you two took
smoke breaks together.

I felt bad for the guy. He was
going through a lot. Such as?

Ugly divorce.

I've been there myself, but I didn't
use my office as target practice.

His wife dumped him for some doctor she
met when their son wrecked the family car.

- When'd this happen?
- Three, four years ago.

Three, four years
ago? That's a long time.

Why'd he snap now? Since last month
he's been acting kinda weird, even for him.

Did he tell you why?
He didn't talk about it.

Not to me anyways.

Anyone he did talk to?

That's the beauty of group. People
feel free to unburden themselves.

You help them with their
pain. We try to help each other.

Well, now we need your help.
Andrew Soin's caused a lot of suffering.

I'm not at liberty to say if a
Mr. Soin is even in this group.

Look, what gets said in this room stays
in this room. It's the only way it works.

Yeah, it works so well that
someone's dead. I'm sorry.

Help yourself.

Soin must be quite a
guy. Shoots three people

full of holes,
everyone's got his back.

So, you were in group with him?

Why call it "group" if
it's always about him?

He ever mention his
divorce? Are you kidding?

So he blamed his
ex for his problems.

The man could teach a
master class in the blame game.

Rent checks were getting lost in the
mail. Doctors were double billing him.

- Everything was someone else's fault.
- So he came here to unload.

He came here 'cause he was
terrified. He'd just gotten mugged.

- When was this?
- About a month ago.

He said that he reported it to
the cops, but nothing came of it.

Even went and
bought himself a gun.

He didn't just
buy it, he used it.

His final session he was so depressed,
he said he felt like he was gonna explode.

What do you mean
by "his final session"?

His insurance didn't cover therapy.
Couldn't afford to keep coming.

Soin's phone records.

He did call the police
for help. The operator lied.

- A lot went wrong for the guy.
- Don't tell me you feel sorry for him.

Don't shrug it off. Tell me.

Are you saying a run of bad
luck justifies a shooting spree?

I'm just thinking
like a jury will.

You honestly think a
jury could be sympathetic?

If Guzman focuses on
Soin's character, yes.

The guy never took a sick day.

He just got passed over for a promotion
by someone fresh out of college.

He's a hard worker.
No criminal record.

A jury of his peers might
relate to him. It's not a stretch.

At the very least, it
could affect sentencing.

That's why I'm
offering him a plea.

How do I hang up
on a call I never got?

I'm gonna give you a
minute to think about it.

- What's this?
- Soin's phone records from February 4.

There's a 52-second call from
Soin's apartment to your switchboard.

Look, I can't lose my
job, all right? I'm diabetic.

Without medical, I'm dead.

So, you did talk to Soin.

He talked, I listened. Mm-hmm.

They're gonna fire me
when they hear about this.

We put you under oath,
you lie—that's perjury.

Jail time. Oh, God, no.

Did Soin tell you he had a gun?

I told him I was unauthorized, I hadn't
been trained to take a call like that,

that I was gonna
connect him to 911.

Now, we might have got disconnected,
but I did not hang up on him.

I swear it.

Man one. Oh, Miguel, come on.

Murder two, concurrent
sentences on the non-fatal victims.

It's a shot at some distant
parole. Are you following this?

Yes. Yeah. We
should consider it.

I want man two.

I want a beach house
in the Hamptons.

Mr. Soin, I've tried to make you
understand, if this went to trial—

That's exactly
where it is going.

I can't promise we'll
do as well with a jury.

I know.

That's why you're fired.

- What?
- Unbelievable.

Mr. Soin, it's a decent offer. I think
I know how this should be done.

Clearly, you don't. I've
decided to represent myself.

A man who has no concept of the
law attempting to defend himself.

It's his right, Arthur.

Ringmaster at a three-ring
circus, in your courtroom.

Barring he clucks like a chicken at his
competency exam, my hands are tied.

A man who serves as his own
lawyer has a fool for a client.

And every man has a
constitutional right to be a fool.

Did you invite me to
lunch just to complain?

You'd deny me such
a simple pleasure?

You worry too much. I think
I can control my courtroom.

Mr. Soin, I've reviewed
your psychiatric

evaluation and find you
competent to stand trial.

Okay. If you're permitted
to represent yourself,

you'll have to fully comply with the
rules of evidence, criminal procedure...

and the orders of this court,
even if you disagree with them.

- Yes, Your Honor.
- Please stand when addressing the bench.

You cannot make
speeches or try to testify.

And when questioning
witnesses, you will remain

courteous at all times.
Is that understood?

Yes.

It will be more
difficult for you to get

access to research,
evidence and witnesses...

due to the restrictions under
which you are presently housed.

I'm aware of that, but I know what
happened better than anybody else.

For the record, I think it's unwise for
any defendant to proceed without counsel,

especially in a case with
this degree of significance.

That said, I'm satisfied
that you understand what

you're doing by waiving
your right to counsel...

and I'm allowing you
to proceed pro se.

Can I talk now?

Thank you... for giving
me a chance here.

I really believe...

Mr. Soin, I think you should
probably save your opening for trial.

Right. Okay.

And I'd like to file a
request for visitation rights.

Visitation of whom?
My son, Joey.

He's out at the Furndale
Clinic, and I usually go

there every Thursday.
I'd like to keep doing that.

I'm afraid your situation has
changed dramatically. Request denied.

What's he saying I did now?

You divorced
Mr. Soin four years ago.

Acrimony still run that
deep? You married?

No. Choose wisely.

What does he want, more money?

Actually, I'm not representing your
ex-husband. I'm with the D.A.'s office.

So, where'd you go on vacation?

Costa Rica. Rain forest.

What is this about? You haven't spoken
to Mr. Soin since you've been out of town?

I haven't spoken
to him in years.

The closest we get are the accusatory
messages he leaves on my voice mail.

What is this about? Mr. Soin's
been arrested for murder.

Oh, my God. Who did he...

He shot and killed a woman
at his bank. About these

messages he's been
leaving you, what are they...

No. No. I don't think I can
talk to you anymore. I'm sorry.

What did the ex-wife
have to say? Not too much.

So I pulled everything
I could on Soin.

He's not the type
to make headlines.

Most of it's on
his son's accident.

Drunk driving? It happened
on the way home from the city.

The kid was celebrating
his 18th birthday.

He's been in a coma ever since.

This is getting operatic.

The Soins filed a civil suit against
the bar where their kid got loaded.

Let me guess. They lost. Mmm.

His ex met her new husband,
the boy's doctor. She ditches Soin...

All of which he'll
try to bring in at trial.

Valid reasons why a person
might snap. Oh, please!

We've all got laundry
lists of reasons to snap.

Come on, Tracey.
Soin's at a breaking point.

He keeps asking for
help, and no one listens.

He shot a two-inch hole
through Dana Burge's sternum.

She's dead. He pulled
the trigger. End of story.

But why did he subpoena me?
You were a paramedic at the scene.

He might want someone impartial
to walk the jury through the aftermath.

I just got off the phone
with legal services at Rikers.

Soin's been requesting medical
books from the library. So?

So, he's doing his
homework. We know the

subject is medicine.
What we don't know is why.

When you guys first entered
the bank, where was Soin?

On the floor with the victim,
complaining about response time.

And after the panic
button was hit, how

long was it before you
entered the building?

Twelve minutes. Response
time was seven minutes.

We had to wait another five
for the cops to secure the scene.

- If you had gotten there
sooner— - How? Fly?

If you had gotten to Dana Burge sooner,
is it possible she could have lived?

We did our job.

It's possible.

You got a minute?

- Everybody's guilty except
the guy who did the crime.
- Maybe not.

Remember why Soin said he
needed space on the therapy couch?

Yeah, he got mugged. And made a big
deal about how the cops dropped the ball.

Well, I checked it out. There's no
record of him ever reporting a mugging.

- He lied.
- Why would he lie about that?

I don't know.

Okay, if we're gonna use this,
we've gotta cover our asses.

Check everything— the E.R.'s, the local
clinics, people who saw him at the time.

Everything. Okay.

[Ringing]

Kibre. [Operator]
Collect call from...

[Soin] Andrew Soin. Will
you accept the charges?

I will.

Burning the midnight oil?

What can I do for you, Mr. Soin?

I could use your
order of witnesses.

I'm under no obligation to
give you that information.

Just trying to get
a fair trial here.

Seems like everyone's going out
of their way to make that impossible.

Ms. Kibre?

You still there? I'm still here.

Good. For a minute there I
thought you had hung up on me too.

When people do that,
bad things tend to happen.

Is that it? For now.

[Kibre] All of which will prove,
beyond a reasonable doubt,

that the man
sitting before you...

is guilty of murder
in the second degree.

Approach.

That means you too, Mr. Soin.

Mr. Soin, we discussed this.

You're permitted to wear
your street clothes during trial.

I want the jury to
see me as I am.

They can hear him in
the stalls, Your Honor.

Mr. Soin, let's get one thing clear—
My courtroom is no place for games.

However, I cannot force you to
change out of your prison garb.

- Your Honor, I'm gonna
have to— - Please proceed.

One thing Ms. Kibre
got right— I'm just a man.

[Chuckles] I work in a bank.

The only time I ever
stepped into this building

was when I had jury
duty, like you guys.

The reason I'm here now is
because I can't trust anyone...

to care as much
about this case as I do.

They're gonna tell you what I
did, but they won't tell you why.

And I'm sure that they have
expert witnesses and visual aids.

I know that they have law
degrees. [Judge Ross] Mr. Soin.

Do I have to remind you
of the rules we agreed on?

Sorry.

The best that I can do— In
fact, the only thing I can do...

Is to tell you my side of
things as honestly as I can.

I know that their job is to
make you believe I'm a bad guy.

But if you hear me out,

I think you'll find
I'm just like you.

[Kibre] Mr. Reddy, were you
shot by the defendant, Mr. Soin?

In the arm. He
shattered my humerus.

I'd like to show what's
been previously marked...

as People's 37.

- You may publish it.
- Objection.

You'll have to tell me the basis of
the objection before I can rule on it.

The images on that tape—
They're deeply disturbing.

- I don't think the jury needs to see them.
- Overruled.

- Can't she just describe what happened?
- Mr. Soin, sit down.

- Why were you in the bank?
- To get some dollar coins.

My daughter's first tooth fell out, so it
was going to be from the Tooth Fairy.

When did you first see Mr. Soin?
When he entered the lobby.

I thought he was going to lunch.

Then what happened? Well, I saw
he had a gun, and he just began to fire.

Was Mr. Soin
panicked or distraught?

No. His face was a blank.

He—He looked
completely at peace.

- That's all for this witness.
- Mr. Soin.

Mr. Reddy, I know it doesn't sound like
much coming from the man who shot you,

but at this moment
it's all I have to give.

- I'm so deeply sorry.
- Objection!

This isn't a confessional.

Mr. Soin, do you have an
actual question for this witness?

I've put Mr. Reddy and all the other
people that I hurt through enough already.

No, I don't have any questions.

It sucks, putting
your life on hold.

Yeah, tell me about it. I've got
an 86-year-old mother at home.

She probably burned the house down by
now. A t least we got an interesting case.

Think so?

Buddy of mine spent
two weeks on a civil jury

listening to people argue
about a root canal gone bad.

I'd take boring over this
if we'd be home sooner.

At least, if the guy had himself a lawyer,
they wouldn't waste so much time on all...

Hey, guys. Is, uh,
he coming back?

You guys weren't, uh, talking
about the case, were ya?

What are you, the jury nazi?

Anybody want coffee? I'm buying.

No, thanks. Makes me jumpy.

Well, you did really well up there
on the stand. Well, that was easy.

I already knew the questions
Ms. Kibre'd be asking.

It's the next part—I
mean, what's Soin gonna

wanna know that I
haven't already said?

I buried Dana next to
her parents. Mr. Burge...

Do I know you?
You killed my wife.

No, no. Look, I promise you— You
could have sent someone to stop him.

If you'd just talked to him a few
minutes longer, just kept him on the line.

I blame you.

It's okay.

Certain jurors may have been inadvertently
exposed to out-of-court statements...

which could affect their
ability to remain impartial.

What has led you to this belief?

They witnessed an altercation between
a witness and the victim's husband.

We believe this requires
an immediate inquiry.

Did you see anything in the hallway
as you returned to the jury room?

Yeah. I think it was
the victim’s husband.

He was talking to the
operator, Mr. Mudgett.

Did hearing that conversation impact
your ability to remain fair and impartial?

Um, no. I can honestly
say that it didn't.

[Sighs] If it did, could
I get to go home?

Did it cause you to form an opinion
for or against one party or the other?

It didn't change it. So you're admitting
that you've already formed an opinion?

They're making it impossible
not to. I mean, come on.

He's up there alone against
people who do this for a living.

In my instructions to
the jury, I explained that

Mr. Soin made the
choice to represent himself.

And he's doing a pretty good job of
it too. He's kicking those girls' asses.

[Judge Ross] As you can see, juror number
nine has been replaced by an alternate.

You are not to speculate
as to the reason why.

Mr. Soin, you may begin
your cross-examination.

What experience do you
have on the switchboard?

Three years. I'm there on
account of my medical condition.

I guess I have to
be more specific.

Did you ever go through
any official training,

sit in on any calls before
you answered them yourself?

No. How long is your shift?

I just work lunch.
That's just an hour.

What do you do
the rest of the time?

Fix things. Burnt-out lightbulb.

Sometimes a toilet in
the holding cell backs up...

or a desk drawer gets stuck.

Pretty much whatever
the guys need.

When you were first asked if I called the
police switchboard, you lied, didn't you?

Yes. The D.A. ever
investigate you?

No. Prosecute you?

No. You lied to the authorities,
you obstructed justice.

Objection. Badgering.

I'd like to request a
motion to dismiss...

for prosecutorial misconduct.

- Your Honor!
- Chambers.

Mudgett's testimony was given in
exchange for not being punished.

There was no offer in this
case. There was an agreement.

It wasn't disclosed.

That's a—a Brady violation.

Someone's been studying.

Unless your office
intends to open an

investigation into Mr. Mudgett,
he has an argument.

- Your Honor!
- The defendant's motion
to dismiss is denied.

However, I will instruct the
jury that they may consider

the possibility that the
operator's testimony...

was induced by a
promise not to prosecute.

Thank you.

Are you and Mr. Soin friendly?

We work together.
We get along, sure.

Have you ever been
to his apartment? Once.

Did you go there
from the bank? Yeah.

- How long did it take you to get there?
- Ten minutes maybe.

Ten minutes.
You're sure of that?

Yeah.

No further questions.

How did the police know to
come to the bank? Objection.

Calls for speculation.
Sustained.

- Did someone hit a panic button?
- Yes.

How many buttons
do we have? Three.

Where are they?

Nora Phelps has one at her
counter, but she was out sick.

Who has the second button? I do.

- Did you trigger it?
- No, I didn't.

Where's the third button?
At your desk, Andrew.

I'd like to cue up
the bank videotape.

That's the bank lobby.

That's me, standing at my
desk, before the shooting started?

Yeah. So who hit
the panic button?

- You did.
- Objection!

Sustained.

Damn it. Did you see the jury?
They're buying what he's selling.

So we'll redirect. No, it's
too late. We dropped the ball.

The jury's not listening
to the facts. They're

listening to the guy
who's avoiding them.

And right now he's a hell of a
lot more compelling than we are.

- Is it safe?
- That depends. You got something
to cheer me up?

Your victim doesn't have a bank
account at Midtown Savings in her name.

Well, that can't be
right. Dana Burge cashed

her paycheck there
every other Friday.

Dana Burge didn't.
Dana Landin did.

I ran the social. She
uses her maiden name still.

- How did I miss that?
- Miss what?

Dana Landin is the bartender who
served Joey Soin the night of his accident.

The shooting wasn't
random? Soin knew the victim?

It was vengeance.

The jury's gonna listen to that.

Where was your son on
the night of his accident?

In the city, celebrating
his 18th birthday.

Where? At a bar.

- Why is this even relevant?
- Mr. Soin! Sit down!

Did he ever come
home that night?

You know he didn't.

You and your
ex-husband, the defendant,

filed a civil suit against
the bar and lost, didn't you?

Yes.

Did Mr. Soin say that he blamed
the bar for your son's accident?

They served a child
half a bottle of tequila.

- Can't you see she's upsetting her?
- Let's move it along.

Did Mr. Soin know the
victim, Dana Landin Burge?

- Objection.
- Overruled.

Dana Burge was the bartender...

who served your son on the
night of the accident, wasn't she?

- You don't have to answer that!
- Mrs. Webber?

Yes.

Yes, she was.

Thank you. No further questions.

When did our marriage end?

When we realized our son
was never coming home.

This isn't helping.

After the accident,

I started taking
medication, didn't I?

Yes. It was for
depression, wasn't it?

- Objection. Foundation.
- Sustained.

We'd just lost our son.

I told you I was
depressed, didn't I?

Objection. Hearsay. Sustained.

Your Honor, may we approach?

Your Honor, if Mr. Soin wants to
testify, I suggest he do it from the stand.

- Do you have anything further
for this witness?
- No.

Thank you, Your Honor.
You may step back.

Mrs. Webber, you may be excused.

The prosecution rests. Mr. Soin?

Then I'd like to call myself,
Andrew Soin, to the witness stand.

Mr. Soin, can you tell
us what happened...

on August 7, 1982?

Yeah. My son Joey was born.

Mr. Soin, I think a simple
narrative will work just fine.

Oh. Okay.

He was an only child. [Chuckles]

We really wanted
a boy. [Chuckles]

Well, we got one. Being a
father changed everything.

- Objection. Relevance?
- You know, it goes to my state of mind.

I'll allow it.

On the day of the accident,
Joey was at football practice.

Starting fullback.

[Sighs] Afterwards
I took him out,

and I, uh—[Chuckles] I bought
him a wakeboard for his birthday...

to use at the lake. Your Honor.

Mr. Soin is facing a murder charge,
not stumping for Father of the Year.

Mr. Soin, you have to limit
yourself to the facts of this case.

Joey is this case. Mr. Soin!

You want to know
what he did today?

He had his catheter changed and got
dialysis, which he gets twice a week.

Mr. Soin, if you don't stop, I'll
have to hold you in contempt.

And do what? Throw
me in jail? What can you

take from me that hasn't
already been taken?

Guard.

Please. Look at this. This is
my son. This is who he was.

- Your Honor! Objection!
- [Judge Ross] Mr. Soin!

This is Joey now. Objection!

[Judge Ross] Get him out of here.
That's my son. For God's sakes.

All right, all right.

[Judge Patel] Are you going
somewhere? Exorcizing my demons.

There's a good chance the
jury won't see through Soin's act.

If you plan on making
a go of the bench,

may I suggest looking
for the silver lining?

Justice is about to take a
detour. Where's the silver in that?

Oh, the appellate courts don't review
not-guilty's, so you won't get spanked.

For what? Ah, no, no.

Don't make me the bad guy.

Why break a habit? Seriously, Your Honor,
what would you have done differently?

Huh? I would have forced
the issue of stand-by counsel,

found someone who
could control Soin.

I followed the letter of the law.
We're not talking procedure.

We're talking practicality,
not to mention self-interest.

You can't deny it's an issue.
Of course I'm denying it.

And I would not have
let the case get bogged

down with the
investigation of the operator.

That was a necessity.
I— That was a distraction.

Please, you're
catering to an amateur.

How are we feeling?
Cooperative, I hope.

Yes, Your Honor.

Ms. Kibre?

Mr. Soin,

you called the police
switchboard for help.

Why not 911?

I asked for help.

I don't know why it
matters who I called.

Well, you didn't dial 911 because you
knew that they could find you and stop you,

and you didn't want
to be stopped, did you?

Of course I did.

Well, then why didn't you go to
the precinct and turn yourself in?

You didn't do that, did
you? You went to the bank.

And the first thing I did
was press the panic button.

Only after you saw Dana
Burge enter the bank.

Yeah. She came in
every other Friday.

And every time she
came in, it all came back...

The call from the police about Joey's
accident, the drive to the hospital...

It's why I called for help.
I couldn't take it anymore.

So you alerted the
police to a crime that you

knew would be over
by the time they arrived?

- It's not my fault that they took so long.
- Oh. Right.

The police dropped the
ball once before, didn't they?

- Objection. Relevance?
- Goes to credibility.

I'll allow it.

I was mugged. They were useless.

Which precinct did
you report that to?

- Who was the officer
who took your statement?
- I don't remember his name.

You don't remember his
name because you didn't

report it because the mugging
never happened, did it?

[Chuckling] I filed the report.

If the police lost
it, it is their fault.

Well, nothing's ever your fault.

She can't say that,
can she? No, she can't.

The jury's instructed to
disregard Ms. Kibre's remark.

You called the switchboard
for help, and they hung up?

Yes.

And you waited in your apartment
one hour for someone to come?

- That's right.
- Okay.

If you called the switchboard...

at 12:36 and waited one hour,

how did you get to
the bank by 12:58?

- O-Objection.
- What is the basis of your objection?

No. The time on the
videotape must be wrong.

- Overruled.
- Mr. Soin.

The operator transferred you to 9
1 1, and you hung up, didn't you?

[Chuckles] That's
not how it happened.

You walked into the bank, you pressed
the panic button and started shooting,

knowing that the police wouldn't
be able to get there in time.

You faked a mugging to
justify getting a gun permit.

No.

Isn't it true that you blamed
Dana Burge for your son's accident,

and now you're
blaming everybody else...

for the murder you committed?

She took my son away from me,
and she went back to her normal life.

No more questions.

I'm—He'll ne—never
know a normal life again.

You're dismissed, Mr. Soin.

He was my son.

He was my responsibility.

Let the record reflect all parties
have had the opportunity...

to read the note I received from
the jury foreman, Sharaud Williams.

Mr. Williams, this meeting
is highly unorthodox.

It could compromise the sanctity of
the jury room, not to mention the verdict.

I'm just asking
you to hear me out.

If it has to do with
deliberations, I can't.

Then we've got a
problem, 'cause the group's

having a hard time limiting
ourselves to the facts.

As I instructed the jury before,
that's the only thing to consider.

Stick to the evidence. Don't be swayed
by your emotions for one side or the other.

With all due respect,
what you're asking for's

just not gonna happen.
He's got no lawyer.

That was his choice and not
an issue for you to consider.

He called for
help. His son is...

I can't talk about
deliberations.

Everybody has an
obligation here— Ms. Kibre had

to prove her case beyond
a reasonable doubt,

Mr. Soin had to defend himself,
and I had to keep it all in line.

But now you have an obligation to
decide where justice is in this case.

No one else can do that.

- That's all you can give me.
- I think that's enough.

[Gate Lock Buzzing]

I wasn't sure you'd come.

You called. I was curious.

- Jury's taking an awfully long time.
- Could mean many things.

- Like it's going my way.
- You're half right.

Man two.

Five to seven years
for killing Dana Burge,

not to mention the other
two people you shot?

- It's not gonna happen.
- You won't look bad.

The guy on the street doesn't know the
difference between murder two and man two.

- I do.
- Okay.

But if you walk out of here without a
deal, and that jury comes back in my favor,

you only got yourself to blame.

I'm sensing a theme.

Please be seated.

[Judge Ross] Mr. Soin, would
you please stand and face the jury?

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the charge of murder in the
second degree, how do you find?

We find the defendant guilty.

On the charge of assault in
the first degree, how do you find?

We find the defendant guilty.

Thank you.

Uh, excuse me. Can you give
this to Mr. Soin for me, please?

Soin got his revenge.

And a guilty verdict.

Neither of which will
bring back his son.

Tragedy begets tragedy.

You won't find this
one in Euripides.

He filed for bankruptcy a
week before the shootings.

No wonder he pushed
so hard for man two.

He'd have got five to seven
and walked with a clean slate.

Now he's looking at 25 to life.

For that, I'll gladly
take the blame.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

[Howling]

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