All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Trial.By.Jury.S01E12

[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.

She had such great taste.

Simple, elegant, but edgy.

I was on my way
to yoga this morning,

and I saw her door was ajar,

so I-I opened it.

And there she was on
the floor, covered in blood.

Her face was...

[Sniffles] It was awful.

We can talk later.

So— [Clears Throat]

Steak knife was
right about here,

five feet from the body.

How old? Turned 18 a week ago.

Hell of a birthday present.

Pretty. Yeah.

Especially for a guy.

Name's Carlos Martinez.

Rumor has it Carlos
Martinez got his ass kicked...

three nights ago in
a bar on 158th Street.

By whom? A kid
named Luis Ramirez.

Hey, you Luis?

Detective Ravell, N.Y.P.D.

We need to talk to you
about Carlos Martinez.

Okay. He got killed last night.

Yeah. Oh. I didn't know that.

- What happened to your eye?
- Basketball. I caught an elbow.

A w, same thing happened to
me last year. Broke my nose.

Where do you play, the gym
on 166th? No, the "Y" on 155th.

They play fours or fives
up there? Um, fours.

See, that's a better game. The
lanes don't get so crowded, right?

Yeah. We were hoping
to go down to the station,

clear up a few things. Yeah,
it won't take long, 10 minutes.

We can get a warrant if you
want. Uh, no, no, no, that's okay.

Ten minutes, right?
Not even. Come on.

[Luis] I met her at a club two
weeks ago. She had a black dress on.

She looked hot.

I saw the pictures. Exactly.

So you know what I'm sayin'.
Hell, yeah. So, what happened?

So we smoked a—a...

Come on. I'm
Homicide, not Narcotics.

We got high, and then, um,
you know, we fooled around.

But I thought she was a
woman named Angelina.

I mean, she had...

Breasts. Right.

But then my friend
tells me she's a guy.

And I'm like, "No way.
She's a chick and hot."

But he kept saying that I
was wrong, that I got played.

So, the other night we went
down to Club 186 lookin' for her.

Mm-hmm. And then what?

And then we took her into the
bathroom, and we pulled down her skirt.

And you saw she wasn't a
woman. Right, and I flipped out.

So I started yelling, and she
slapped me. She slapped me.

So, I hit her back, and she ran
out the door. You go after her?

No.

Come on, Luis. Don't lie to me.

I've been straight
with you, right?

Maybe I should talk to a lawyer.

Sure, if you want.

You just give me
the word, and I'll stop.

But I gotta tell ya, once
lawyers get involved,

things get very complicated.

I mean, I can't talk to
you. You can't talk to me.

Which means I can't
hear your side of the story.

He's so damn cocky.

Luis, we know you did it.

[Scoffs] What?

A guy saw you walking out of Carlos's
building with blood on your pants.

And on top of that, we found your
hairs in the apartment. D.N.A. doesn't lie.

This is your last chance
to come clean, Luis.

Otherwise I gotta
call the D.A.'s office.

I didn't mean to
kill her. [Sobbing]

Of course you didn't.

She had a knife and I knocked it
away, and we just started fighting.

I didn't mean to
kill her though.

I swear to God. It just— It just
kinda happened, you know?

[Sobbing] I didn't mean
to kill her. I swear to God.

You believe him? Do I ever?

api.OpenSubtitles.org is deprecated, please
implement REST API from OpenSubtitles.com

His prints are all
over the apartment.

What about the knife?
Still waiting on lab results.

Well, either way, it supports
his self-defense claim.

Except he wasn't cut.
And he didn't call 911.

Well, charge him with
murder, but be careful.

I know. Men in tight dresses
make lousy victims. Exactly.

In light of the violent nature
and the gravity of the crime,

we request that Luis
Ramirez be held on remand.

[Judge] Ms. Mendez?
Mr. Ramirez has no criminal record,

works part-time and is
a student at City College.

His father owns a successful
plumbing business, employs 23 people—

- Keep moving, counselor.
- Mr. Ramirez has deep-rooted ties
to this city,

in particular,
Washington Heights.

My point, Your Honor,
is— Let me guess.

- He's not a flight risk.
- Correct.

In the audience today are his
parents, sister, friends and a priest.

Thanks for coming. Please be seated.
The defendant shall be remanded.

[Gavel Raps]

You couldn't cut this kid
some slack? He killed someone.

In self-defense. Nice
to see you again, Ana.

Yeah, nice to see you too. I'd
shake your hand, but protocol.

I understand.

Let's discuss this. Who's she?

She used to work here.
She was a prosecutor?

Yeah, good. One flaw...

Sometimes she thought the
defendants were telling the truth.

Angelina Martinez is the 26th transgendered
person assassinated this year,

yet no one cares because
she was transsexual.

Killing a tranny isn't like
killing a regular person.

It's less evil.
Almost acceptable.

[Continues, Indistinct] If the
self-defense theory falls apart,

she'll turn Carlos into a promiscuous
freak who liked to trick straight boys.

Yeah, and then hide behind some
gay panic theory. It's worked before.

How dare you accuse my
son of murder! And for what?

Because he got into a fight
with some joto? My son is...

- Hey, don't touch me!
- [Officer] Hey, hey!

Is everything okay
here? Yeah, it's fine.

Okay, let's go.

He left school when he
was 15 'cause of the abuse.

Kids picking on him, beating
him up, calling him marica.

[Sighs] But he was
always a good kid.

Were you close?

But... we lost touch last year.

He was upset at me, because
I refused to call him Angelina.

I just—just couldn't do it.

I tried, but it
never felt right.

Even when he was dressed like
that, he was still my boy Carlos.

Did he ever mention
somebody called Luis Ramirez?

Not to me. But like I said,
we haven't talked in a while.

I met her two years ago when
she moved into my building.

Became best friends right away.

We just... connected.

Well, would Carlos ever
lie about his identity?

You mean with men?
With straight men.

She liked to flirt. I know that.

It made her feel good to pass. It
was like the ultimate compliment.

Would she ever have sex with someone
without letting him in on the secret?

I hope not. Say she's at a bar
and some guy's chatting her up.

Does Carlos say, "Don't get
too excited, big boy, I'm a guy,"

or does she sit there,
smiling, pretending she's J. Lo?

I'd like to think she'd
be honest, but...

But what?

Last few months, she'd wait for
them to ask. It was like a game.

- What if they didn't ask?
- She wouldn't tell.

Did Carlos ever mention
a guy named Luis?

Only man she talked about, last few
months anyway, was some hottie named Julio.

Lived in Chelsea. Said he
was the man of her dreams.

It's hard to imagine having sex
with someone and not noticing—

It wasn't that kind of sex.

And you had no idea he...

No. And if I did, I
would've stopped.

Why did you go to Carlos's
apartment that night?

To tell her to stop
lying about me.

So the two of you
weren't a couple?

A couple?

I'm not gay. We did
it once, like I told you.

Right.

So what happened when you
went to Carlos's apartment?

She started— He started.

Carlos is a man.

We need a jury to look at this as a fight
between two men, not a man and a woman.

When I got to his apartment,

I wanted to go tell him to stop
lying about me, and he flipped out.

He grabbed a knife.
I slapped it away.

And we started fighting. You thought he
was going to kill you, so you beat him up.

Right.

How many times
did you punch him?

The victim was struck 15
times in the head and face.

Fractured nose, cheekbone, jaw.

And we got significant contusions and
edema in and around the cerebellum.

Any offensive wounds?
Nothing substantial.

So it wasn't really a fight.
Oh, it was a massacre.

Victim may have been knocked
unconscious after the first punch.

[Gaffney] So the next
14 were— Meant to kill.

It was ugly. No doubt.

Can you testify to
the first-punch theory?

Not yet, but I'll keep diggin'.

Man two, four to 12,
sounds reasonable to me.

Are you kidding? Why don't we just send him
to bed without supper and call it a day?

- He's a good kid.
- Who punched a 110-pound girl
15 times in the face.

- After he pulled a knife.
- You want a deal,
go to Bloomingdale's.

Their winter sale started this
morning. Just so you know,

we already have two
witnesses prepared to testify...

they hooked up with
Carlos under false pretenses.

- So?
- So he was playing
a dangerous game and...

And what? Got what
was coming to him?

File a motion to exclude all
testimony relating to Carlos's sex life.

What the hell is he doing here?

Help you, gentlemen?
We need to talk.

One of my employees told me
that my son got in a fight with some...

With... a transsexual...

at Club 186.

So I asked Luis
about it, and, uh,

he told me he and this person...

met a few weeks
back, had a drink, and...

But he thought that
this person was a girl.

[Speaking Spanish]

So I asked Luis how many people
knew about this person, and he said a lot.

That Carlos was spreading lies about
him, telling people that they were dating.

So I told Luis we must
speak to this man right away.

I mean, this is a young man's
reputation we're talking about.

An honorable Latino man.

I understand.

We went to Carlos's apartment,

and I told him to stop lying.

"My son made a mistake.
He thought you were a girl.

I mean, déjalo ahí, you
know, leave it at that."

But he started yelling,

this little— this little tulip.

Calling me a bastard.

"Chi chi cabrón, " he kept
saying. "Chi chi cabrón."

So, I told him to calm down.
You know, I just wanted to talk.

But he grabbed a knife, and
before I knew it, he cut me.

So I—I grabbed his wrist...

and I slammed it
against the wall.

And we fought.

And when it was
over, he was dead.

Luis never touched that boy.

He confessed because
he's a good man.

A loyal son.

Siéntese.

Two confessions
for the same crime?

It's better than none.

Well, maybe not. The
jury could eat it up.

A father and son so loyal
that they both confess...

to the same crime
to protect the other.

Well, loyal, maybe, but it
doesn't mean they're not guilty.

Well, since when does being
guilty guarantee a conviction?

Hold off on indicting the father
until you corroborate his story.

We need to make sure he's
telling the truth and not playing hero.

I was watching TV in bed when I
heard Orlando screaming at Luis.

Screaming?

[Speaking Spanish]

Right. Talking.

So I went to see what
was going on, and they

were walking out the
door. [Door Closes]

Go upstairs, sweetie.

Are you okay, Mama?

Yes, of course.

Did Orlando say anything to you before
he and Luis left for Carlos's apartment?

I'm an attorney. Anything
you say is 100% confidential,

so, please, speak freely.

He walked out and
slammed the door.

That is not what happened.
[Speaking Spanish]

I came to you, I told you that Luis
and I were going out for a little while.

And then I kissed your cheek.

And then I asked if you wanted
anything from the store, and then we left.

Remember?

Right. Good.

I knew Luis
didn't kill that boy.

- Luis couldn't kill a flower.
- Then why is he in jail?

He'll be out soon.
And my husband?

He'll be arrested in a few
days, charged with murder.

Then what? Then we
convince a jury he's innocent.

Now, we may need to
call you as a witness.

If so, all you need
to do is tell the truth.

You're all right
with that, right?

If telling the truth will
get my son out of jail.

Hey, so I spoke to the lab.

Blood on the knife, D.N.A. under
the fingernails match Orlando's.

Son of a bitch, he
was telling the truth.

Sure. About pounding Carlos to the ground
anyway. You don't believe the knife story?

A guy needs a story to tell, right?
He grabs a knife, he cuts himself.

All of a sudden it's
self-defense. You got proof?

I don't have proof the
Easter bunny doesn't exist,

but I'm pretty sure
I'm right there too.

The father's the real bad guy.
Except he's got a decent defense.

Yeah, his blood's on the
knife, but his prints aren't.

His self-defense
story could fly.

If Luis changes his story
to jibe with his father's.

We'd impeach his testimony based
on his original confession, but...

Who knows what
the jury will believe?

[Sighs] Flip the son
against the father.

But do it soon, before defense
lawyers rewrite history on us.

Scare that kid so he serves
up papa on a Tiffany platter.

Only two people know what
happened in that apartment.

I represent one, you
represent the other.

♪♪ [Latin] Your point is?

There's no need to
panic or try to cut a deal.

[Sniffles] If we work together,
both of them will walk.

Work together?

Make sure that their
testimony is consistent.

Especially with
respect to the knife.

I represent Luis. I'll do whatever I
think is best for him. Understand?

[Laughs]

Is that what they taught you up there in
New Haven, how to act like a WASP bitch?

Thanks for the coffee, Pedro.

Life in prison is a long time
when you're 20 years old.

I get it. You're prepared to make him
a generous offer for his cooperation.

A fair offer.

Fine, fair.

Will he talk? Well, I
hope so. He's innocent.

Well, he's not that innocent.

If he hadn't taken dear old dad to the
apartment, Carlos might still be alive.

It's my problem. It's up to
me to tell them— To what?

To go to jail for 30 years for smoking
pot and having sex with a transsexual?

[Sighs]

You know, she was so...

Beautiful.

I mean, she looked like a
model. You saw her. You know.

She made me laugh.

I still hate her though,
for lying and tricking me.

But she didn't deserve to die.

And you don't deserve to
celebrate your 50th birthday...

in prison.

[Sighs] I wish I didn't tell
my father where she lived.

Just tell the prosecutor
what happened.

You're a good kid,
Luis, and a good son,

but you're an idiot if
you don't take this deal.

He came into my bedroom
and punched me in the face.

Started calling me a faggot.

I said I didn't know
she was a man.

But he kept saying
I was a disgrace.

Then he—Then he pulled me
out of bed and said, "Get dressed.

We're gonna find your
girlfriend and set things straight."

[Kibre] You knew
where Carlos lived?

Well,

the night that— The
night when we...

Okay. When we got there,

I rang the buzzer.

She let us in. I apologized
for hitting her before.

So that she would let you in?

Yes.

Keep going.

When we got inside,
my-my father just...

He just pushed her, started
screaming at her, calling her a liar.

And then Angelina
just spit at him.

- And he— - Did
you try to stop it?

No, but I wanted to.

Okay. What about the knife?

When he stopped hitting her,

he was afraid she might be dead.

So he grabbed a knife, cut
himself and he threw it on the floor.

And wiped his prints off it?

Yes.

So your father punched
Carlos in the face 15 times...

because he spit at him?

Yes.

Are you prepared to tell a
jury what you've just told us?

Yes. Are you telling the truth?

Yes.

Man two, three to
nine. One to three.

Forget it. There's no intent
here, Tracey. You know that.

[Clears Throat] You
always open high.

Three to nine, best and last.

And in case you forgot, when
I say "best and last," I mean it.

Three to nine it is. Luis?

Is that a yes?

Yes.

Before I put my client's
liberty in your hands,

I need to know that
each of you is prepared...

to acquit Mr. Ramirez if the People
do not meet their burden of proof.

If you cannot promise
me that, raise your hands.

Thank you. Counsel,
approach the bench.

Peremptories, Ms. Kibre?

Jurors Six and
Eleven, Your Honor.

Both Hispanic? Your Honor,
Batson clearly states that—

I know what it states. Ms. Kibre?
This has nothing to do with race.

In Hernandez v. New York,
the U.S. Supreme Court...

held that a prosecutor has the right
to dismiss bilingual Latino jurors...

based on a concern that such jurors
might not disregard Spanish testimony.

It's an excuse to create
a jury with no Latinos

in violation of the
Equal Protection Clause.

We have several witnesses
who will testify in Spanish.

Jurors Six and
Eleven have stated...

that they might disregard the English
translation of the court interpreter.

With all due respect,
this is racist. Maybe.

But I'm not in the mood to overrule
Justice Kennedy this morning.

Jurors Six and Eleven
may be excused.

I gotta tell you,
I don't like it.

I'm just trying to put the bad guy
away, not win the Nobel Peace Prize.

You excused those jurors because
you thought they'd sympathize.

Look, when you're first chair, you can
have whoever you want on your jury...

Latinos, lawyers,
convicted felons— go crazy.

But right now, you
support my choices

whether or not you
think they're aggressive.

Or cheap. I was being
polite when I said aggressive.

I'm sorry, but I think it's out of line
to hide behind Hernandez like that.

Well, I don't care
what you think. Oh.

And neither does
Angelina Martinez.

- Angelina?
- Yeah, Angelina.

- What, so it worked?
- Yeah, we changed her gender.

Well, I guess I'll
be drafting a motion.

Miss Kibre filed a motion
to amend the indictment.

- In what respect?
- To change the victim's name
from Carlos to Angelina.

- I don't know
what you're talking about.
- Mrs. Martinez changed her son's name...

- to Angelina last week.
- You're kidding?

She felt it was important to honor
her daughter's identity posthumously.

You're not suggesting we refer
to the victim as Angelina in court?

Well, as of last week,
that is her legal name.

He was born Carlos
and died Carlos.

- But today she's Angelina.
- [Judge] I agree.

Your Honor— You saw
the certificate, Mr. Moreno.

In light of the name change,
Your Honor, I think it's appropriate...

that we refer to Angelina as a
woman and use all feminine pronouns.

This is ridiculous. You could slap a
Prada dress on a bull and call him Sally...

That does not make
the damn thing a she.

Carlos Martinez was
a man, anatomically.

To refer to him as
a woman is absurd.

Sure is.

The victim's name
is Angelina Martinez,

and he, or she, shall be referred to
as such at all times in my courtroom.

After that, you can
call him or her whatever

you want. The jury
will do the math.

Ms. Kibre.

You just used up your
"creative argument" quota, okay?

The defendant brutally beat
to death Angelina Martinez...

for one reason...

Because she had the audacity...

to tell a few neighborhood
friends that she was dating his son.

As the trial progresses,

you will hear testimony
from a witness...

who was in Angelina's apartment
the night that she was murdered,

who saw with his own
eyes what happened.

When he's finished,
you will have no doubt...

that Orlando Ramirez
is guilty of murder.

The name of the
witness is Luis Ramirez...

The son of the defendant.

[Kibre] What happened when
your father came home that night?

He said he heard about what
happened with Angelina at Club 186.

Then what?

I told him that I thought
that Angelina was a woman...

and that I freaked out when
I found out that she wasn't.

Anything else happen?

He said we need to speak
to Carlos about the situation.

Is that it?

Yes.

Did your father punch you, Luis?

- Objection. Leading.
- Sustained.

What happened when you and your
father went to Angelina's apartment?

What happened when you
were inside the apartment, Luis?

May we take a break, Your Honor?

Do you need a few
minutes, Mr. Ramirez?

- No.
- Continue, Ms. Kibre.

What happened once
you and your father...

were inside
Angelina's apartment?

Um, they started arguing
and Angelina pulled a knife.

- Excuse me?
- Angelina pulled a knife.

Angelina pulled a knife?
In a sworn statement,

you said your father
stabbed himself after he...

[Moreno] Your Honor. Please.
Permission to treat the witness as hostile.

May I please be
heard, Your Honor?

- Who the hell are you?
- Ana Mendez, counsel for the witness.

May I please have five
minutes alone with my client?

- I wasn't raised that way.
- What way? To tell the truth?

No, to testify against my
father. Yes, it's tough. I know.

But the truth is, we
ran out of easy choices

the night you watched
your old man kill Carlos.

You tell the truth, you
spend three years in jail,

or take the Fifth and
be tried for murder.

Your call.

I'm not testifying.

You're sure?

You're a fool.

Witnesses lie, Tracey.
Jurors know that.

They're not blind. Thank you.

I know. Just should
have seen it coming.

He's been protecting
his father since day one,

telling anybody who'd listen
that he's some kind of Latino saint.

And then in return, his
father kicks the hell out of him.

It's not easy to be
objective about your father.

- Takes a lot of strength.
- Or in my case, therapy.

Now what? We get
ready for more lies.

- Orlando's testifying?
- First thing tomorrow.

Tell me again. Whose
genius idea was this...

to flip a young Dominican
boy against his father?

If he's good, he walks.

Then be sure he's not good.

When Mr. Martinez
grabbed the knife,

did you believe you
were in danger of your life?

Yes. Absolutely.

And I, of course, was
worried about Luis too.

So, how come you didn't just run out
of the room? There was nowhere to go.

The apartment was
small. The door was shut.

If I had turned to open it,
he would have stabbed me.

And, like I said, I was
worried about Luis.

I mean, I couldn't
leave my son in there.

I'd rather die than have
something happen to him.

Thank you.

The knife that Angelina grabbed was
on the table, in the living room, right?

Yes.

Strange place for a
steak knife. Objection.

- Sustained.
- When Angelina grabbed the knife,

you were seven feet
from the door, right?

Yes. It's a small apartment.

But you chose not to
run out the door because

you were afraid she
might stab you or your son?

- Right.
- But Luis was even closer
to the door than you were.

I mean, he could've been out the
door in one second. And you in two.

Is there a question, Your Honor?

There is.

Angelina didn't really grab a knife off
the table in the living room, did she?

- What?
- You're making that up, aren't you?

Objection. Sustained.

[Kibre] After Angelina
grabbed the knife,

you claim she stabbed you?

- Yes.
- Did you need stitches?

No.

After she "cut" you,

you slammed her wrist
into the wall, the knife fell...

and you started fighting? Yes.

So you forced the knife out of her
hand before you threw the first punch?

- Yes.
- How much do you weigh?

155 pounds.

[Kibre] And you were
afraid for your life...

even though Angelina— who
weighed no more than 1 10 pounds—

Was no longer in
possession of a knife?

She might pull another
knife. Or maybe a gun.

Oh, well, that must be
why you punched her...

All 110 pounds of her...

15 times in the face and head,

because you were
afraid for your life.

Yes.

[Scoffs] Nothing further.

Jury's back.

That's way too fast.

On the sole count of the indictment,
murder in the second degree,

we find the
defendant not guilty.

Thank you.

Sorry about the verdict. What are
you gonna do? The kid screwed you.

Screwed himself. How's that?

- I'm gonna try him for murder.
- Good.

I want you to find out everything
you can about this kid...

Where he hangs out,
who his friends are.

Right now, he's looking
a little too clean. Sure.

I'm not a mind reader.
How did I know he was...

Apologize? What are you,
crazy? To that ass-kissing...

Yeah, well, that's okay by me. I like
Staten Island. The grass is greener.

Yeah, well, screw
you too. You all right?

Yeah, sure. Politics at the
precinct. You know how it is.

Yeah, we got more work to do.
Kibre's gonna try Luis for murder.

Even though the old man got a pass?
It's because the old man got a pass.

Oh, I knew that chick had balls.

Speaking of chicks with balls,

Kibre wants us to go uptown,
check out the tranny scene.

See if anyone knows
our buddy, Luis.

What do you mean they're trying
Luis for murder? Technically...

I don't care about
technically! All I know is

my kid is in jail for
something he didn't do,

and I'm paying you
400 bucks an hour.

To represent Luis to
the best of my ability.

¡Ay mujer! Just tell me
how I get my kid out of jail.

Are you willing to
testify? And say what?

That you killed Carlos Martinez all
by yourself, that Luis wasn't involved.

I'm not going back to jail. You
won't have to. Double jeopardy.

You've been tried and acquitted. That
means you can say whatever you want...

and there's nothing Kibre or
anyone else can do about it.

♪♪ [Latin]

Mm, never seen him.

Too bad. He's cute.
Don't you think?

- Not my type.
- Name Luis Ramirez ring a bell?

You know any other places
around here that, uh, cater to men,

who might prefer a
certain type of female?

I'll get on the stand,
I'll smile at the jury,

and I'll explain how I beat
the hell out of that mariposa.

Say Luis had nothing to do with it. That
he tried to stop me, that he was crying.

Hard to convict someone
of murder when you have

a witness raising his
hand, saying, "I did it."

Luis still brought
his father to the

apartment knowing he
was gonna kill that girl.

Luis watched a fight
between two men. A fight

a jury has already
decided wasn't a crime.

- He's still guilty of murder.
- Fine. You'll lose again.

Before you go, I should probably
tell you about some of my witnesses.

They're really tall. Attractive.

Very feminine.

Great boobs. Penises.

I've got five men who
seem to know Luis—

Or should I say
Julio— Very well.

Apparently he uses a different
name when he's in that world.

So what? So Luis wasn't tricked.

He was dating Angelina for
months. But you already knew that.

So he was dating a tranny.
Doesn't mean he's guilty of murder.

Gives us great motive though. Man
leads a double life and gets outed,

so he and his father kill the "outer"
to ensure that his secret stays safe.

- Sounds pretty compelling to me.
- You're threatening my witness.

No. I'm just sharing
information, just like you.

Looks like your friends
are finally gonna find

out just what kind of
a man Luis really is.

The whole city is about to
find out that my son is a...

A faggot.

You're a disgrace to
me. To your mother.

To your sister. To God.

It's not like I
wanna be this way.

I just am.

You make me sick. I can change.

- It's too late.
- What do you mean?

I'm done with you... forever.

You killed Angelina
because I loved her.

Don't do this to him. I'm
not gonna testify for that...

Orlando, please.
Let that joto rot in jail!

[Sobbing]

He loved Angelina. I
mean, really loved her.

He didn't know his
father was going to kill her.

But he did. And he lied on the
stand. He has to answer for that too.

He lied to protect the
father who beat the

hell out of him and
killed the person he loved.

Look, either way,
Angelina's dead.

And Orlando is sipping beer and
eating sancocho at his favorite café.

Man two, one to
three. Best and last.

I'll speak to Luis.

Talk fast. Offer's good
till 9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

It's a good thing we know each other—
Someone else might think you'd gone soft.

Whatever.

[Judge] Is there an
agreed-upon recommendation?

[Man] Yes, Your Honor, five
years’ probation— [Mouthing Words]

with a condition of drug treatment
and counseling as deemed necessary.

[Judge] Mr. Timmins, I
will accept your guilty plea...

and hereby impose the sentence as described
by the assistant district attorney.

[Whispering, Indistinct]
Please see the

probation officer before
you leave. Thank you.

[Gavel Raps]

[Sobbing]
[Whispering, Indistinct]

My wife made me come.

I...

Your son hanged
himself three hours ago.

I'm sorry for your loss.

He always was weak.

Yeah, well, he
wasn't tough like you.

Not everybody's got the
guts to kill a 1 10-pound girl,

or sacrifice their only son...

on the altar of their
own pathetic pride.

I—I am a good father.

Ana!

[Sighs] I just want to say
I'm really sorry about Luis.

Thank you.

I never told that kid to
lie. You know that, right?

Yeah, I know.

[Howling]

Support us and become VIP member
to remove all ads from www.OpenSubtitles.org