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In the criminal justice
system,

the people are represented

by two separate,
yet equally important groups:

the police,
who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Callum, congratulations.

Thank you.
It's an honor.

I can't imagine
anyone more deserving.

Thank you so much.

The Humanitarian of the Year
himself.

Congrats, buddy.

Thank you. Thank you.

I hate these things.

You should try giving
less money to charity then.

No good deed, right?

Yeah, well, your efforts
have been a great benefit

to the citizens
of New York City.

So on their behalf,
I thank you.

Oh dear!

Oh, my bad.

My bad.

So sorry, folks.

Is that West?

Yeah, um, excuse me.

Please, sir. Leave it.

We can take care of it.

I don't want you
to cut yourself.

West, it's fine.

Uh, the staff can
take care of it.

Dad, I-I want to.
It's my fault.

You know what?
Thank you.

Let's make sure that you didn't
get anything on you, all right?

No, it's fine.
Dad, I wanna help.

It's her job.

Oh, there's
the humanitarian I know.

I told you
to cool it with that.

Oh, am I embarrassing you,
Dad?

Always.

Nice.

- DOA is West Berkshire...
- Mm.

- The son of Callum Berks--
- Yeah, yeah.

We know who he is.
- Thanks to TMZ,

I feel like I know more about
that guy than my own brother.

Security guard found him
this morning when he showed up.

Noticed the door was wide open.

Looks like a single gunshot
to the chest,

9-millimeter casings
over there.

Time of death?

I'd say he's been here six,

maybe seven hours.

Still got a smartwatch
on him.

Wallet and phone too.

We're probably not looking
at a robbery,

unless they took everything.

Any signs of forced entry?

No.
Like I said,

door was open,
lock undisturbed.

And he had keys.

This is his apartment.
- Mm. Very spartan.

He hadn't moved in yet.

No one has.
The building's empty.

According to the security guard
who found him,

DOA was in charge of the place.

It's one
of his dad's buildings.

- Mm.
- Callum Berkshire. Yeah.

Real estate magnate.

That makes sense.

Assuming since
there's no residents,

there's no witnesses, huh?

None so far.

Thank you, officer.

You can still smell
the booze on this guy.

Mm.

Guy had the whole world
handed to him from birth.

Looks like somebody
came up here and took it back.

Building's set to open
to residents in two weeks.

Until then, they've only got
me here during working hours.

What time did you leave?

Locked up at 7:00.

Place was empty
and secure when I left.

But West had keys to all the
doors and the security codes.

West, huh? You guys were
on a first-name basis?

Yeah.

Even though he was my boss,
technically, at least.

What do you mean,
"technically"?

He had some title,
head of development

or, uh, president of, uh,
something or other.

I don't know.
The idea was,

he was overseeing the project,
but he didn't really do much.

Doesn't even have
an office here.

Just got the job
'cause his dad was in charge.

Nice work
if you can get it, huh?

Yeah. Tell me about it.

Any idea why he might've
come back here after-hours?

No. Like I said,
he was hardly here during work.

We're gonna need
the security footage

for the lobby and the elevators
from last night.

There isn't any.

When I came in this morning,
the system was deactivated.

That's how I knew
something was up.

I did a sweep of the building
and...

that's when I found him.

Door to the penthouse was open.

Is there any way to tell
who turned off the cameras?

It was West.

He came in the front doors
of the building at 11:16 p.m.

and used his access code
to shut them down.

Berkshire's time of death
was 11:34 p.m.,

15 minutes after he shut down
the building's security system.

That's unusually specific.

Oh, data from his smartwatch
actually shows

what time his heart stopped.

Yeah.
We went through his phone.

He sent a text
about a hour before.

"Cement in time.
Sky diamonds."

Is he writing beat poetry?

Could be drunk rambling.

No narcotics in his system
but his blood alcohol was 0.15.

Who was he texting?

Prepaid phone.

So he texted a burner.

He turned off
the building's cameras.

He was definitely
up to something.

Mm-hmm.

Go notify the Berkshires.

Maybe they know
what that something was.

You need to find whoever
did this

and make them pay.

We promise you, we will
do everything in our power.

No, no, I'm serious.

I know the mayor,
the police commissioner.

Nick Baxter is
a personal friend.

Sir, you don't need
to do any of that.

Do either one
of you know why

West would have gone
to the penthouse last night?

No.

He wasn't even planning
on living there.

Then why would he
buy the penthouse?

He didn't buy anything.
I gave it to him.

My son has a high profile
and celebrity friends.

Him owning one of the units
attracts other high-end buyers.

West sent a text last night.

"Cement in time.
Sky diamonds."

Does that mean anything to you?

Is it some sort of code?

We aren't sure.

And we can't trace
who he sent it to.

It was probably Kayla.

Who's Kayla?

Kayla Cassidy.

The actress?

West's been spending a lot
of time with her recently.

Do you have any idea
why he would text her in code?

Yeah, because she's married

and I'm pretty sure
they were sleeping together.

Kayla can be a bit erratic.

Wait.

West told me
that she has a gun.

She got it because she was
having a problem

with a stalker or something.

Of course Callum thought
we were sleeping together.

He always assumed
the worst about his son.

So you two weren't
having an affair?

No.

We were just friends.

We had a lot in common.

Being the kid
of someone famous can be tough,

and it's nice to have someone
to talk to

who understands that.

Tough how?

My mother has
an Academy Award.

Therefore, everyone assumes

I must not have earned anything
in my life.

Do you know what it's like
to have people

negate your entire existence

just because
of who your parents are?

In a different way, but yeah.

Yeah.

Look, West had it even worse.

I mean, at least
my parents believe in me.

No matter what he did,
it was never good enough

for his father.

Yeah, we kind of got
that impression.

Did you see West last night?

I haven't seen anyone
in over a week--

movies, doing night shoots,
and working 14 hour days

until 4:00 or 5:00
in the morning.

But all you'll ever hear about
is how I have no work ethic.

We heard you have a gun.

- Yeah.
- Do you have that on you?

- Yeah.
- No, no, no. I'll get it.

Just tell me where.
- Back there. Black bag.

I got it for protection
because some jerk online

doxed me and posted
my home address.

I have a permit.
- Okay.

It's a .38.

Okay.

Did West send you
this text last night?

No. It's not to me.

He was looking to buy drugs.

"Cement" is cocaine
and "in time" means now.

I don't know what
"sky diamonds" is.

Maybe it's a nickname
he gave the penthouse.

Could be.

Wouldn't happen to know West's
drug dealer's name, would you?

♪ Never felt like this

♪ With you, I feel
the urge to dance ♪

♪ To move my feet,
to breathe, to feel ♪

♪ This beat goes on and on

♪ And my hips just move

It's private area only.

♪ Beggin' for those lips

♪ And you come through

Dean, I think
those guys are cops.

Whoa! Hey!
Police!

Stop!

Get out of the way!

Move! Move! Move!

- NYPD!
- Move! Move! Move!

Move! Move! Move! Hey!

Aah!

Where you going, huh?

Well, what have we got here?
Burner phone.

I had nothing to do
with what happened to West.

Oh, yeah?

I don't think we even said
anything

about West Berkshire, huh?

We have to have
a little talk.

Come on.

Yeah, I was supposed
to meet West last night.

To sell him cocaine?

His dad pays the doorman
at his apartment.

He monitors his guests,
so West suggested

we meet at the new place.

So what happened?
You guys get into a fight?

No. I never even saw him.

I-I was running late,

and when I got there,
he didn't answer the buzzer.

I tried calling, but his phone
went straight to voicemail.

I waited there
for a few minutes.

But then I left.

What time did you get
to the new place?

Maybe midnight?
- Can you prove that?

Yes. I took an Uber.

I can show you.

I would never kill anyone,

especially not West, okay?

We were friends.

Well, who was
he having problems with then?

It was this one guy
about a month ago,

this dude vandalized
the new building.

The guy had some sort
of vendetta against West

and his family.

We booked him
on the possession.

But Dean Hayes'
Uber account shows

that he didn't get to
the high-rise until 11:50 p.m.,

which is 20 minutes
after the murder.

So he is not our killer.

What else do we got?

Hey, so we've been looking
into the vandalism

of the new building
that Hayes mentioned.

West Berkshire actually
filed a police report

on behalf of the company.

Apparently somebody scaled
the side of the building

and spray-painted it
with a bunch of nasty stuff

about the Berkshire family.

Do we know who it was?

Yeah, police cited
a guy named Ravi Singh.

And I found him online.

He's the executive director
of an NGO

called Housing for Everyone.

Oh.
- What's "Oh"?

Three days ago, he tweeted,

"The Berkshires are signs
of a kleptocracy.

"If the world were just,

they'd be dragged out
into the street and shot."

Why are you still here?

Yeah.

Well, I didn't mean that
literally,

at least not that I'd be
the one to do the shooting.

Okay. Come here.

Come on.

What's your beef
with the Berkshires anyway?

That $400 million high-rise
they built,

they took public money
allocated

for affordable housing
to help fund it.

They exploited a loophole,

created a co-op bylaw
that requires at least 80%

of the owners in the building
to approve any new tenants.

Meaning they never
actually have to approve

any low-income applicants.

That must have
really pissed you off.

They knew the units
would sit empty,

but they wouldn't be getting
much for them anyway,

by their measure, and this way,

they won't have
their property value

"negatively impacted
by the unwashed masses."

You sound angry enough
to kill.

Honestly, I'm getting there.

Ravi, did you
kill West Berkshire?

No!

In fact, the exact opposite.

I recruited him to our cause.

After I graffitied
the building,

West contacted me,
agreed to hear me out.

We had lunch
day before yesterday.

The day he was murdered.

He said he was horrified
by what I told him.

Said that his dad had
done it all behind his back.

And he swore he was gonna
make it right.

Said that his dad had
some awards dinner that night

and he was gonna confront him.

We had an argument.

It happened a lot.

It doesn't mean
that I killed him.

You mind telling us
what that argument was about?

It's none of your business.

Was it about
your misappropriation

of public funds?

Everything my client has done

has been perfectly legal.

Well, maybe he wasn't
legally wrong, but morally.

Morally? Come on.

What are we, children?

If people want more
affordable housing,

they should move
to a more affordable city.

Wouldn't look too good for
the "Humanitarian of the Year"

if the public got wind of
that sentiment, huh?

You sound like my son.

Hmm.

I loved West, more than
I think he ever understood.

But he did not have a mind
for business.

Because he didn't
wanna take money

from those less fortunate?

Because he was soft.

I put him in charge
of this new project,

thinking that maybe
he would step up.

But it was a disaster.

A few weeks ago, one
of his employees attacked him,

kicked his ass.

And he didn't even
fire the guy.

He said that he felt sorry
for him,

that he was a single dad
and he needed the job.

Where did you go after
the awards dinner that night?

Home.

I was in bed by 11:00.

Ask my wife, my driver.

- We will.
- This employee

who got into it with your son,

he got a name?

Um, Ryan something or other.

I can get you a last name.

He was
the building security guard.

Mr. Marley.

Hey. You're back.

We got some questions
we'd like to ask you.

Like where were you
at 11:30 p.m.

the night
West Berkshire was killed?

I was, uh--why?

Why don't you come down
to the station with us

and have a proper talk?

- No. I can't right now.
- Don't worry about it.

They'll find someone
to fill in for you.

No, no. It's not that.

I have my daughter here
with me.

I can't leave her alone.
Uh--

Hey.

Yeah. Everything's fine.

Uh, this is my daughter, Alex.

Hey, Alex.

Got a key there, huh?

Uh, I can meet with you
tomorrow when she's at school.

We're gonna need you
to come down with us right now.

And if you don't wanna leave
your daughter here alone,

we can make arrangements
to have her

brought down to the station.

Up to you.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

Hey. No big deal.

Hey. Um.

I'm sorry it took so long.

I hope you're hungry.

Some chips.

Um.

I like your necklace.

It's nice.

Where is your mom?

Do you want me to call her?

I'm not sure.

Um, excuse me.

I'm gonna be right back.
I promise.

Hi. Can I help you?

Hey.

It is so nice to see you.

Oh, let me introduce you.

This is my son, Patrick.

This is Violet.

Oh, it's, uh,

so nice to meet you.

Um, what's goin' on?

What are you doing here?

Patrick teaches
at the school for the deaf.

- Do you want me--
- No, no, no, no.

We need to talk with Ryan.

He's part of an investigation,
so do you know him well?

Ryan Marley contacted him

because they don't have
any other family

and told him
that they recently were evicted

from their apartment.

So why didn't you tell us
that you and West Berkshire

got into a fight
the first time we talked?

It was over and done with.

I didn't think
it was a big deal.

What was the fight about?
I parked my truck

by the high-rise's loading dock
one night.

West reported it,
had it impounded.

I couldn't afford
to get it out.

So you clocked him?

When I confronted him
about it, he was like,

"What's the big deal?
It's just a $200 fine."

It pissed me off.

Guys like that don't even hear
themselves when they speak.

Were you and your daughter
living out of the truck?

We know that you got evicted
from your apartment.

We checked out the empty
apartment in the high-rise,

the one your daughter
had a key to.

You know, the key
that you tried to hide from us.

And we found
two air mattresses

and a duffel bag
full of your stuff.

You were squatting there,
weren't you?

Were you squatting there
the night that West was killed?

Did he catch you?
Is that what happened?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

But, see, I think you do.

See, I think that you were
living in West's apartment.

And when he showed up,
you killed him

to keep from being reported.

But then you still
had nowhere to go.

So you just moved
to another empty unit

in the building.
- No!

How exactly did
you find West's body?

I mean, that building's
70 floors, hundreds of units.

How did you know to look into
that apartment in particular?

I-I-I started at the top.

I told you, the door was open.

Ryan, Forensics ran tests

on the clothing that we found.

And there were traces
of West Berkshire's blood

on one of your shirts.

I think I need a lawyer.

Stand up.

Up.

Ryan Marley,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of West Berkshire.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you

in a court of law.
Do you understand?

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Um, this is my son, Patrick.
- Oh.

I told Alex I would find out

what's going on
with her father.

The poor kid is a mess.

Well, um, Ryan,

he is being held without bail.

We charged him with murder
in the second degree.

I'm sorry.

Um, where is Alex now?

A family from school

has agreed to take her in.

Okay, well, that--
that's good news.

Alex is a special kid,

but I'm worried.

If her father's convicted,

I don't know what's going
to happen to her.

- I know, but--
- I'm sorry.

I-I have to go.

Defense just filed
a motion to suppress.

I'm so sorry.

Your Honor, the shirt
that West Berkshire was wearing

with the blood on it
is inadmissible.

The police failed
to obtain a warrant

before they searched
my client's duffel bag.

They didn't need one.

The unit it was found in was
unsold, and they had permission

from the owner
of the building to search it.

Ryan Marley was living
in that apartment.

Uh, what he was doing
was trespassing.

He was there illegally,

therefore forfeiting
his presumed right to privacy.

He was unhoused.

The Fourth Amendment
protects people,

not places.

And that is why the courts
have consistently ruled

that individuals who do not
have a home still have

the right to privacy, based
on their subjective belief

of whether they consider
a place their home.

Those rulings are in favor
of unhoused persons

who trespassed on public land.

This was private property.

The apartment in question
was unleased

and unoccupied by anyone

other than Ryan Marley
and his daughter.

And in that precise moment
in time,

it was his home.

- Legally, it wasn't.
- Look.

The contents
of Ryan Marley's duffel bag

were unlawfully obtained.

And to say otherwise
would strip the unhoused

of the basic protection
afforded to all of us,

based purely on their poverty.

I hear you, Mr. Price.
It's a tough call.

But I'm siding
with the defense here.

Marley's shirt with the
victim's blood on it is out.

What about the murder weapon?

Police haven't been able
to locate it.

Callum Berkshire's
been calling me nonstop.

He wants justice for his son.
And so do I.

Well, our case
is still strong.

We can stitch together
enough evidence

to put Marley at the scene.

His fingerprints and DNA
were all over the penthouse.

They'll just say he was
the one who found the body.

No, that wouldn't account for
the level we're talking about.

His prints were in every room,
on every surface,

plus stray hairs.

He was squatting there.

And security video in
the weeks preceding the murder

show Alex Marley arriving
in the evening

and not leaving
until the next morning.

And Ryan Marley's phone pings
put him in the area

at the time of the murder.
- Okay.

So you can reasonably prove
that the defendant was there?

And that he had it out
for Berkshire.

Marley had attacked him before.

You need to emphasize that
prior assault with the jury

and humanize the victim.

Forget the tabloid narrative.

I knew West.
He was a good kid.

Make sure they know that
and that Marley resented him

purely because of his wealth
and privilege.

West was a good man.

He was a great man.

I wish that I had told him that
more often

when I had the chance.

Uh, a great man
in what way, exactly?

West, uh, he struggled to
take care of himself sometimes.

But with others,
he was always kind.

He did charity work.
He volunteered.

And even outside of that,

he would always go out
of his way to help others.

But even still, he was often
a target for people's anger.

Was he ever the target
of the defendant's anger?

Yes.

He attacked West,
punched him in the face.

When did this occur?

A few weeks
before he was killed.

And he wasn't fired for that?

He should have been.

Hell, I wanted
to press charges.

But West wouldn't let me.

He insisted
that he keep his job.

West defended him, the man
that then went and killed him.

- Objection, Your Honor.
- Sustained.

Sounds like your son showed
a considerable amount of mercy

to the defendant.

That's who West was.

But the thing
he didn't realize is,

it doesn't matter how nice
you are to some people,

they're still gonna hate you
for what you have,

for who you are.

Thank you.
Nothing further.

Mr. Berkshire,
let me start by saying

that I am sorry for your loss.

Your son was arrested
multiple times for possession

of illegal narcotics,
wasn't he?

He was never
formally charged.

Wow, must be nice
having friends in high places.

Objection, Your Honor.
Argumentative.

Isn't it true that West went
to the penthouse that night

to meet a drug dealer
to purchase cocaine?

He suffered from addiction.

It's a disease.

I don't see the point
in bringing that up.

Well, the point is,
is that your son had a history

of consorting with violent
and dangerous criminals,

any one of whom
could have murdered him.

He didn't "consort"
with murderers.

You're trying
to make him out to be--

He was rich, naive,

and by your own account,
overly trusting.

So isn't it possible
that his death

had absolutely nothing
to do with my client,

but rather
was the result of West

getting in over his head
with the wrong kind of people?

The only wrong kind of people
that he needed to worry about

is that man right there.

I can see why, as a father,

you'd like to believe that,
but that's not the truth.

Your son was a drug addict.

Objection.
She--she's made her point.

Sustained.

Nothing further.

My eyes are about
to glaze over.

Same.

But we need something
to bolster our case.

We don't have
the murder weapon,

and the defense did a good job
of convincing the jury

that someone else could've
killed West Berkshire.

Mm, they don't
have evidence to support

that anyone else was there
that night.

True, but even the suggestion
could be enough

to create reasonable doubt.

We need something
that directly points

to Ryan Marley being the one
who pulled the trigger.

This is so depressing.

What?

Marley's financials.

In the weeks before
they were evicted,

there's a series
of Venmo transactions.

Looks like he sold
everything he owned

to try and pay the rent--

his wife's wedding ring,
their furniture.

He had a job. Right?

He was a functioning member
of society

and still ended up unhoused.

And West Berkshire was handed
hundreds of millions of dollars

just for being born.

It's no wonder
Marley resented him.

Yeah, well,

I hate to break the news
to you,

life isn't fair.

Well, that's strange.

What?

On the day
after the murder, um,

someone named Glenn Vassar
sent Marley $900.

Does it say what for?

No.

I mean, it could be nothing,
but given the timing...

See if you can track
Vassar down,

find out what he purchased.

Mr. Vassar, is this the gun

that police found
in your possession?

Yes.

And are you aware
that ballistic tests

show that it was the gun

that was used
to murder West Berkshire?

Like I told the detectives,

I bought it after
that guy got shot.

And I had no idea it had
been used to kill anybody.

When exactly
did you purchase the gun?

On the afternoon
of February 21st.

So about 12 hours after it
was used to murder Berkshire.

And is the man who sold it
to you in the courtroom today?

Yes. It was him.

Ryan Marley.

Thank you.
Nothing further.

We have no questions
for this witness at this time.

Thank you. You're excused.

The prosecution rests,
Your Honor.

Ms. Keller, you may
call your first witness.

The defense calls Ryan Marley
to the stand.

Mr. Marley, were you
in West Berkshire's penthouse

the night he was killed?

Yes.

With Berkshire's permission?

No.

I was squatting there
with my daughter.

We had been evicted from our
apartment a few weeks before,

and I didn't know
what else to do.

But you had a job. Right?

You were an employee
of the Berkshires.

Couldn't you afford
your own place?

My wife died
of ovarian cancer.

Um, she was sick for years.

I'm buried in medical debt,
and my daughter is deaf.

It isn't exactly cheap
to raise a child like that

in this country.

I don't have any family money.

My father was a doorman.

Spent his whole life
in a uniform

holding the door open
for guys like West Berkshire.

I was making
40,000 a year

and barely managing
to keep my head above water.

And then the building
we lived in got sold

to an investment firm,
and they doubled the rent.

We were out on the street.

Couldn't you have found
a cheaper apartment?

My credit is shot
because of the debt,

which means no one
is willing to rent to me.

And even if they were,
I couldn't scrounge together

a first month plus a deposit.

Once you fall behind,
there's, uh--

there's no hope
of catching back up.

Did you go
to a homeless shelter?

I tried, uh,

but the ones that allowed
children were full.

I would have had to put
my daughter in foster care.

In a million years,

I never would have thought
it could happen,

but next thing I knew...

we were living out of my truck.

And then Berkshire
had it towed.

I was out of options.

And I knew the penthouse
was just sitting there empty.

And I overheard West bragging

that he wasn't even going
to live in it.

It seemed like
a victimless crime.

But then he showed up
unexpectedly

in the middle of the night.

Ryan, did you
shoot West Berkshire?

Yes.

My daughter and I were asleep
in the bedroom

when a loud noise
in the other room woke me up.

I went to see what it was.

It was dark.
The lights were off.

There was a man
in the living room.

He turned and saw me.

He yelled something,
I couldn't make out what,

and pulled out a gun.

What did you do?

Before I could do anything,

my daughter came out
of the bedroom behind me.

The man turned
and pointed the gun at her,

and I just reacted.

I tackled him to the ground.

We--we wrestled for the gun,
and it just went off.

And then what happened?

I turned on the lights
and realized who it was.

And I panicked and packed up
our stuff and got out of there.

I feel terrible.

But you have to know,
I didn't mean to kill him.

You were just trying
to stop him from killing you.

I was protecting my daughter.

No further questions.

You say you tackled
West Berkshire,

wrestled for the gun.

But there were no signs
of a struggle.

Uh, there was no furniture
in the apartment.

It was empty.
- Uh, what I mean to say is,

West Berkshire had
no defensive wounds on him.

If you two fought--
- I don't know.

It all happened so fast.

All I remember is
the gun going off.

If what you're claiming
is true,

you had a right
to defend yourself.

Why flee?

Rights like that only belong
to rich people like Berkshire,

not people like me.

You sold your gun
to Glenn Vassar, right?

Yes, but the gun wasn't mine.

It was West's.
I just wanted to get rid of it.

I was afraid it had
my fingerprints on it.

Plus, we needed the money.

I couldn't sleep that night.

I saw my dad get up
and go into another room.

So I got up too
and followed him.

There was a man there.

He had a gun.

He pointed it at me.

And what did your father do?

He jumped on the man.

They fought.

And then the man was dead.

Did you believe the man
was going to shoot you?

Yes.

It was very scary.

My dad saved me.

Thank you.

You were very brave.

No further questions.

Alex, did your father
or your father's attorney

tell you what
to say here today?

No.

I know you and your dad
have been through a lot

and you love him very much.

You would do anything
to help get him outta trouble.

Wouldn't you?

Yes.

But I'm telling the truth.

I promise.

For what it's worth,
my son did some digging.

And he found West Berkshire
tagged in a video

from eight months ago
posted on social media.

I'm not sure what
this actually proves,

other than the fact
that West Berkshire

had a gun at some point.

Can you make out if
this is the same gun

as the murder weapon?

No. We tried.

There's just not
enough footage

to get a clean look.

So what's your point,
Lieutenant?

Well, my point is, Marley
might be telling the truth.

The gun might have belonged
to West Berkshire,

and Marley's self-defense
argument is probably valid.

But even if he's telling
the truth about the gun,

the apartment belonged
to West Berkshire.

He had a right
to use lethal force

against someone
who entered his home.

That doesn't negate
Marley's right

to defend himself
or his daughter,

whether or not
he was there illegally.

I'm--I'm not so sure
about that.

Look, I just think
that there is a better way

to resolve this entire mess,

a way that doesn't destroy
both people's lives.

I doubt West Berkshire's
father would agree.

I know he is
a friend of yours.

But I think we can all agree
that what happened here

is a tragedy on both sides.

So what are you proposing?

That we offer a plea,

involuntary manslaughter,
time served, plus probation.

What do you think?

I-I-I don't love it.

I mean, the idea
that a squatter could shoot

and kill the legal owner
of the home,

regardless
of the circumstances,

doesn't feel right.

I agree.

But what about the evidence?

How strong is our case?

It's close.

And let's face it.

The defendant is clearly more
sympathetic than the victim.

Let's make the deal.

Okay.

So this will
all be over soon?

Um, well, it looks
that way, yeah.

You guys have been amazing.
Thank you.

Yeah. We were happy to do it.

I just wish that we could
give them both a place to stay

after this is over.

Well, we think
that we found a place

that they both can stay
when Ryan gets out of prison,

for a few months anyway.

Good.
I mean, Alex'll be so happy.

Where is Alex?

I'm not sure.

But I told her
that you would be here.

I'll go check up on her.

Oh.

Um, this is work.
I need to take this.

Yeah, of course.

Hello?

Hey.

Here she is.

I told her the good news.

What did you lie about?

What are you talking about?

She just told you
she was afraid

because she thought
we knew she lied.

Hey.

Lied about what?

Hey.

What's up?

The gun that killed
West Berkshire

belonged to Ryan Marley.

He bought it for protection

when he and Alex started living
on the street.

And when Berkshire came
into the penthouse that night,

he thought he was an intruder.

So he got his gun.
He went into the living room.

He saw some dark figure.

He panicked, and he shot.

Which means that Marley
and his daughter both lied

on the stand.

Did your son know?

No.

And he said it wouldn't
change anything if he did.

He doesn't think
Marley did anything wrong.

And I kind of agree.

He thought
the man was dangerous.

His daughter was
in the apartment.

The law in this state says
that you are allowed

to shoot somebody
that you think

is breaking into your home.

I mean, if his name was on
the deed to that penthouse,

everything he did
would be legal.

Yeah, but his name was not on
that deed, Berkshire's was.

But they were there.

I mean, they were living there.

Doesn't change the facts
or the law.

West Berkshire's dead.

He was killed
minding his own business,

entering his own apartment.

I don't wanna see Marley
do life in prison for something

that anyone would have done
in the same situation.

I mean, there's a chance
that he gets less.

Doesn't matter
what his sentence is.

Alex is gonna be thrown
into foster care.

And we know what that means.

I mean, this kid just--

she hasn't had a break
her entire life.

Look, I get it.

I do.

The thing is, Kate,
we're police.

We don't get to pick and choose
who the law applies to.

Listen. Listen.

This conversation that we're
having just between friends,

whatever you decide to do,

I don't have
to say a word about it.

Come on.
- Okay.

Are Marley
and his attorney here?

They're in
the conference room.

- Price.
- Kate.

Everything all right?

I need to speak to you.

Mr. Price, we're ready
to entertain your offer.

There's not
gonna be a deal.

What are you talking about?
You're the one who called me.

I'll see you in court.

Lieutenant, did Alex Marley
admit to you

that her father was the one
who had the gun that night,

not West Berkshire?

Objection. Hearsay.

Uh, it's an exception to
the hearsay rule, Your Honor.

Alex Marley admitted
to perjuring herself

when she testified.

It's a statement
against penal interest.

Overruled.

You may answer.

Yes, she said the gun
belonged to her father

and that he used it
to shoot West Berkshire

because he thought
he was an intruder.

So West Berkshire
was not pointing a gun

at Alex Marley like he claimed?

- No.
- In fact, quite the opposite.

The defendant pointed a gun at
and shot West Berkshire

in his own home.

Nothing further.

In the charge of murder
in the second degree,

we find the defendant,
Ryan Marley, guilty.

No, no, hey. It's okay.

- No!
- No, no, no, no.

Everything's okay, honey.

- No!
- I love you.

I-I'm sorry.

Hey, Daddy loves you.

I'm so sorry.
- No!

I love you so much, baby.

I love you.

No!

No.

No!

No.