All language subtitles for Law and order S15E03 - The Brotherhood

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.

Where the hell is the car?
I called like 20 minutes ago.

Would you please relax?

The contractions
are just starting.

You're making me nervous.

Maybe I can hail
a cab on the corner.

(sums)

JIMMY: Oh, my God.
Get the phone. Call 911!

Jimmy, take it easy. My God, my
water hasn't even broken yet.

No, I'm serious, Janet.
Call 911 now!

Male, white, mid-30s.
No wallet on him.

But we did find
this in his pocket.

Oh, voucher it and get it to the lab.
Anybody see anything?

Just the couple
who found the vic.

Where are they?
She was in labor,

so I took down their
info and let 'em go.

You're a soft touch, Jordy.
(LAUG HS)

What do we have?

Single gunshot to the
back of the head.

Close range.
No exit wound.

Check out the gang
tatts on his arms.

FONTANA: Yeah, and those are
standard-issue prison shoes.

He's built
pretty solid, too.

There's a lot of
recreation time upstate.

Thank you.
BRODY: Anytime.

Iwonder
when he got out.

And I bet you a dollar that
that baggie is crystal meth.

Caucasian convicts drug of
choice as soon as they get out.

He had a hell of a day. Scored
some crank and then got clipped.

I love a public service
homicide, don't you?

Soot stippling,
muscle stamping.

This is a direct
contact wound.

The slug I fished out of his
brain looks like a 9mm.

Any signs he put
up a struggle?

He couldn't put up much.
His blood alcohol was .16.

He'd also had a recent
skull fracture.

Probably within
the last six months.

Must have had his ass kicked
when he was in the joint.

You got
a time of death?

(SIGHS) Well, signs point to
between 8:00 and 11:00 last night.

Based on his stomach contents,
his last meal was pizza.

Pepperoni.

Well, there's two things every con
wants the minute they get out.

The second one
is a pizza.

(CHUCKLES) Really?
What's the first?

The ViC'S prints came back.
Billy Trammell, 32.

He was at Sing Sing.
He did six and a half

of a four-to-six
for armed robbery.

Six and a half?

Uh-huh.
Bad behavior.

Plus a little extra time for
assaulting another inmate.

He still owed
the state two.

When was he released?

Yesterday morning. First
train to Grand Central.

And 12 hours later
he's dead.

We know he spent his lunch
money on a couple of slices

and maybe
some crystal meth.

All right,
firm upthetimeline

and see if he bothered
to check in with his P.O.

PAROLE OFFICER: Trammell
showed up about noon.

We did the interview.
He aced the urine test.

Gave me the standard
song and dance

about going straight
and getting a job.

But you weren't
buying that?

Trammell wasn't exactly
a model prisoner.

He served more of his time
in the hole than out of it.

Plus he's
hardcore Brotherhood.

Half the dudes that come
out belong to a gang.

Brotherhood's more than
a gang, it's avirus.

Inside the prisons
and out.

I gotta tell you, those guys
give me the heebie-jeebies.

Last one threatened to
kill me if I violated him.

Did you?

Oh, yeah. But I thought about
it twice before I did.

Since then, I don't
walk down the hall

to the men's room
without my Glock.

Where was Trammell gonna
live when he came out?

With his sister, temporarily.
East Village.

I checked it out
before his release.

Yeah. Avenue C.

That's two blocks from
where he was killed.

It sure is.
Thanks a lot.

I knew he was coming,
but he never showed up.

Did you talk
to him yesterday?

No.

He must have told somebody
he was gonna be here.

I got a call in the middle of
the afternoon from some guy.

Wanted to know what
time Billy'd be home.

Like I'd know.

Do you know who
that might be?

Could have been the same
guy that stopped by here

a few weeks ago
looking for him.

Frank something.
Said he was a friend.

What'd Frank look like?

Ex-con. Bald.
A little...

What-do-you-call-it,
under his lip?

A soul patch?

Whatever. Big.
Scary-looking.

Tattoos?
Oh, yeah.

Like some kind
of circus freak.

All over his neck,
his fingers.

One of his ear lobes
was messed up,

like somebody
ripped his earring out.

Here we go.
All of Trammell's priors.

Let's see if he had
any associates.

Hey, look,
there's a Frank Sweeny.

I'm gonna look for
an arrest photo.

Well, hello, Van Gogh.
What was he arrested for?

Armed robbery
in Queens in '97.

D.A. declined to prosecute.

Queens?

Utopia Parkway?

Yeah, that's right.
Convenience store stickup.

That's the same robbery that
Trammell was arrested for.

Sweeny was outside at the wheel
when a radio car pulls up.

He bails and he leaves
Trammell holding the bag.

New when Sweet“)
gets arrested,

he claims that he didn't know
Trammell was sticking up the store.

Trammell gave him up?

Apparently not.

So Sweeny skated
on a robbery charge.

And Trammell has six long
years to think about it.

Sweeny must've been
wetting his knickers,

knowing that Trammell
was gonna get paroled.

Sweeny did a stretch
himself for possession.

Got out a month ago.

I say we find Mr. Sweeny and
have a little chat with him.

How come you guys
are up my ass?

I'm just
a working stiff now.

You're a paroled felon
on a short leash.

What were you the night
before last, Frank?

I was moving boxes to
awarehouse till midnight.

I've got three dudes
who'll vouch for me, too.

Well, we're gonna
need their names.

Yeah? How about it was Eeney,
Meeney, Miney, and Moe.

Hey! Don't be
a smart guy.

You know how easy it is to get violated
and sent back to the Graybar Hotel?

Do you?

Yeah.

So your boy, Billy Trammell,
your old stickup partner.

Yeah, he's upstate.

Uh-uh. Just got out.

Well, I ain't seen him.

Well you missed your big chance,
Frankie boy. He's dead.

So what are you saying?
lwhacked him?

You left him that night in the
Utopia Parkway convenience store

holding nothing
but his Johnson bar.

We figured you bumped him
before he could get to you.

Trammell's sister said you came
by her house a few weeks ago.

Look, I was just
trying to find him.

See if I could help him out.
You know, get him adjusted.

The guy did me a solid on
that Queens deal. lowed him.

I think you still do.

Look, Billy came by my crib
a couple of nights ago.

Oh, you hooked him up
with some crank?

No, man. Nothing like that.

Went out, we had a few beers. You
know, talked about old times.

I told him I saw his old
lady with some new guy.

How'd he take that?

He was pissed. Said he
wanted to go find the bitch

and, you know,
straighten her out.

ED: She got a name?

Yeah. Michelle.

Do you have any idea
where we can find Michelle?

Yeah. He said she works
somewhere in the East Village.

And?

Nothing. I guess
a restaurant or something.

Billy said, you know,
if he didn't get laid

at least he'd get a free
meal out of the deal.

Can I go back to work?

Well, the Medical Examiner
did say

that Trammell's last meal
was a large pepperoni.

Yeah. So Michelle obviously worked
at a pizzeria in the East Village.

How many of those
could there be?

Thirty, 40, so.

We hear that Billy
wasn't too happy with you.

I never told him I was seeing
other guys while he was away.

Were you afraid of him?

Yeah, actually.

He shows up here
the other night.

Tried to explain to him
about Vince and me.

He just kept screaming at me.
Calling me a whore.

Finally, my boss threatened to
call the cops, and he spilt.

Does Billy know
your new boyfriend?

Yeah.

Billy and Vince used to go down the
shore together in the summertime.

That's where I met them.

Does your boyfriend know
Billy came by to see you?

Yeah. Said he was gonna talk to Billy
and tell him to leave me alone.

Vince takes really
good care of me.

He sounds like a real prince.
Where can we find him?

He's not in
any trouble, is he?

He's got a stack of transmissions
to work on and he just skips out.

That's a hell
of a work ethic.

ED: How long ago
did Vince leave?

Half hour, 45 minutes.

Any idea where he went?

If I did, I wouldn't be
changing this gasket myself.

Hey, he got a locker
or something back there?

There's a hook on the
wall in the back.

A beat-up leather vest.

Today's Racing Form. He's got
a couple of entries circled.

Belmont's over an hour away.

Yeah. But there's an OTB
a couple of blocks from here.

(ANNOUNCER CHATTERING ON TV)

Four-to-five and she
runs out of the money.

Never play
the chalk, brother.

I know. I know.
It's just not my day.

You have no idea.

When was the last time
you saw Billy Trammell?

I don't know. Six,
seven years ago maybe.

Just before he went up.

ED: So you didn't go see
him the other night. No.

This guy disrespects
your girlfriend

and you didn't take
care of the situation.

Look, man, I ain't stupid.

Billy's been in Gladiator
School the last six years.

I don't want
any part of him.

Even if that means Michelle
kicks your ass to the curb?

She wouldn't do that.

She don't want nothing
to do with him neither.

Come on, Vince, she's just telling
you what you want to hear.

(SIGHING) Billy was in Sing
Sing a couple of years.

Michelle goes
to visit him.

He asks her to
smuggle in some

Did she do it?

Hell no! Are you crazy? After
that, he and she were through.

Oh, but I bet she didn't
tell Billy that.

The only problem with this
little fairy tale is this.

You told Michelle that
you were going to go

straighten Billy
out that night.

Lay the law down to him.

Yeah, yeah,
I was talking trash

because I don't want
to look like a punk.

But believe me, I lit a candle
I don't run into the guy.

Well, your prayers were
answered, pal. He's dead.

Really?
Yeah, really.

So where were you
on Monday night?

I was playing poker
at Foxwoods all night.

That would be one way
not to run into Billy boy.

Three dollar table. I never
miss a Monday night.

I saw the
surveillance tapes.

The dude played non-stop from
8:00 to 2:00, Monday night.

Only dropped $100.

Well, he's in the clear.

Did we get the LUDs yet
from the sister's phone?

Yeah. The call
she got for Trammell

the day he was supposed to
show up came from Sing Sing.

From an inmate?

We don't know that yet. I
have a call in to the prison.

Riley said that Trammell
asked his ex-girlfriend

to mule dope for him
when she came to visit.

You think
this is about drugs?

Well, it's the biggest
business in the joint,

and the Brotherhood's
a major player.

Well, if you leave now, you
could beat rush hour traffic.

SNYDER: A gram of heroin that
goes for 60 on the street,

sells in here for 1,000.

That's an awful lot
of license plates.

They do it all
through the outside,

through family members
and money orders.

Billy Trammell
dealing drugs?

We think so.
Small time.

He had a run-in with one of the Latin
King dealers earlier this year.

Got his skull cracked.

Who was the Latin King?

Feo Ruiz. We prosecuted
him for assault.

What was he
in here for?

Six-to-12 for possession
with intent to distribute.

Do you think this could've been a
drug beef between Ruiz and Trammell?

Could've been.

Could've been one guy looked
at the other guy cross-eyed.

You still open
for business, Feo?

Did the Latin Kings have
a beef with Billy Trammell?

Nothing in particular.

Was it about drugs?

(SCOFFS)

So why did you
throw down with him?

He sat in my seat,
and I wanted it back.

One of his Nazi
homeboysjumped in.

We just tussled a little.
Nothing heavy.

You cracked the dude's
dome on a cell bar.

It wasn't me cuz.
,

They charged you.

They had to charge somebody, right?
They couldn't charge a screw.

Wait, hold up.

Are you saying that the corrections
officer cracked his skull?

Worley. Hated Trammell. Cats and
dogs, those two. Bloods and Crips.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Come on, Feo.

You bust Trammell's skull

and you're trying to lay it
off on a corrections officer?

You think I'm trying
to run a game on you?

Talk to Marsden.

Who's he?

The otherpendejo
who jumped me.

Why would we believe him
any more than we believe you?

Marsden's the boss Nazi
in here.

He's got no reason to lie for a
boricua from the Bronx like me.

You want me to stay?

No, we got it,
we're good. Thanks.

Right outside.

Have a seat, Mr. Marsden.

I don't talk to 5-0.
Hey, on the gate!

How'd your boy, Billy Trammell,
get his head busted in?

Screw says Feo did it.

Feo says a corrections officer did
it and that you'd vouch for him.

Yeah? Why would I do that?

Maybe we can do
something for you.

Yeah? Like what?

I've got five life
sentences running wild.

Well, everybody wants
something Mr. Marsden.

Another carton of cigarettes
from the commissary,

a few extra minutes
on visiting day,

make sure you get
your mail on time.

There's always something.

Billy was tough.

There's no way Feo
puts him in a hospital.

So the guard did it.

Yo, on the gate!

(DOOR BUZZING)

John Worley.
One of my best men.

Yeah. Ruiz says that Worley fractured
Trammell's skull with his baton.

Have you ever known a con
to tell the truth, huh?

Well, he said that there
was some bad blood

between the officer
and Trammell.

Look, John Worley is old
school, he's by the book.

He is fair, he's consistent,
he doesn't play favorites.

Sounds like a yes to me.

Well, Marsden more or
less confirmed his story.

Marsden.
I'll tell you a story.

Two years ago Marsden had
one of my officers attacked.

Had? You mean,
another inmate did it?

On the outside.

The officer was in his own
driveway, getting out of his car,

and some neo-Nazi
jumped him,

took out his eye
with a screwdriver.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Some of these
younger officers

are intimidated
by these Brotherhood thugs.

But not John Worley.

Not John. He won't back
down to these thugs.

Don't you think
that it's odd

that with a cast of characters
like these we're nosing around

a career corrections officer
with an impeccable record?

ED: I'm just saying,
if there's something

between Worley and Trammell,
we ought to look at it.

Check this out.
Three months ago,

Worley's son, Sean,
got popped

in Rockland County
for possession.

How old is his son?
Seventeen.

Half an ounce
of crank in the car.

Don't tell me
he's doing time.

Case is still pending.

All right. Guess it's
time to meet the Worleys.

When I heard
Trammell got killed,

I opened a bottle
of champagne

I'd been saving
for my anniversary.

Yeah, we know he wasn't
one of your favorite cons.

He was a bottom-feeder.

I never wrote him up,
he didn't have it coming.

Feo Ruiz
and Kyle Marsden

claimed that you
busted Trammell's head.

And you believe them?
A couple of convicts?

I didn't say that.

Everything okay, Dad?

Yeah, it's fine.
Just something for work.

This is Sean?

He's got nothing
to do with this.

Yeah, well, we need to know
where you were on Monday night.

He was home
with me. Why?

ED: All night?

Yes, all evening.
All of us.

I went out for beers
after work, first.

Remember, honey?
With another officer.

What time was that?

About 8:00. Takes me
an hour to get home.

He was home by 10:00.

We're gonna need the name
of your drinking buddy.

John and I left work, got to
Disarro's a little before 8:00.

How long did you stay?

A couple of hours,
give or take.

You sound pretty
vague about it.

Why you looking to lay this on a
dedicated corrections officer?

Uh, we're not looking
to lay this on anybody.

You know what
those bastards did?

They flaked John's son.

Are you saying
that the drugs

that the police found in
Sean's car were planted?

I've known this kid forever.
He's like my godson.

He's a straight-A student.

So, were you two together
that night or not?

I'm going home.

We subpoenaed Worley's
EZ-Pass records.

Somebody drove the family car
into the city that night.

Does the timeline fit?

Mmm-hmm.
Coming and going.

He hit the Henry Hudson Bridge
8:45 inbound, 11:58 outbound.

Maybe his wife
or kid used the car.

They both said that they were
home all night, remember?

So, someone's lying.

Or someone else used his car.
Maybe his buddy, Palmer.

Maybe. But,
devil's advocate.

We know that
there's history

between Worley
and Trammell, right?

And Worley believes
that the Brotherhood

set up his son
on a drug bust.

So, after work, Worley gets
some drinks with a pal...

Leaves as soon as
his alibi's established,

which gives him enough time
to drive into the city

and wait until Trammell shows
up at his sister's house.

He sees Trammell
on the street,

three sheets to the wind,
follows him, shoots him.

Steals his wallet to make
it look like a robbery.

Wait a minute, hold on
for a second, will you?

There's a lot of
conjecture, isn't there?

I mean, shouldn't we wait for
something a little more solid?

You saying that just
because he's a C.O.?

I am ready to give a fellow
law enforcement officer,

the same benefit of the
doubt that we would give

any other suspect under
the same circumstances.

We have no gun,
no forensics.

Yeah, but we've got
a pretty good motive.

The DEP did a sewer search near
the scene, came up with a gun.

A nine that disappeared
a couple of months ago

from a Department of
Corrections training center.

Ballistics run it yet?

Yeah, and they matched it to
the slug that killed Trammell.

And one of the prints
on the gun is Worley's.

Does Worleytrain at
this Corrections Center?

He's an instructor there.

Well, it stands to reason that
his prints would be on the gun.

It's still circumstantial.

Yeah, but it's enough
for probable cause.

Look, I know
you'd rather not.

It's fine, Lieutenant.
We'll go pick him up.

(SIREN WAILS)

You armed?

In my bas-

Thanks for not doing this
in front of my house.

You're welcome.

John Worley,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of William Trammell.

CLERK: "Docket number
48101,

”People v.
John Patrick Worley.

"Charge is murder
in the second degree."

How do you plead, Mr. Worley?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Ms. Southerlyn? The defendant
stalked the victim,

and then executed him with a single
gunshot to the back of his head.

Your Honor, my client has a wife
and two kids in Rockland County.

He has served as
a corrections officer

for the better part
of 20 years.

OfficerWorley has
no criminal record

and no history of violence.

Except against the victim.

A rival gang member was convicted
of that assault, Your Honor.

This victim had
hundreds of enemies

and was a ranking member
of the Brotherhood,

one of the nation's most
vicious prison gangs.

Save it for the TV
cameras, Mr. Fallon.

Your Honor, the Brotherhood will
have a contract on my client's head

ten minutes
after he's in a cell.

Your Honor, please don't
put me in the system.

The defendant is
free to request

protective custody,
Your Honor.

Protective custody is
a joke to these people.

I'm sympathetic. What can we
do on bail, Ms. Southerlyn?

For an accused murderer?

FALLON: For a law enforcement
officer with an impeccable record.

I have a house
I can put up.

I'll set bail
at $100,000.

(sums)

(BANGS GAVEL)

Were there any other
suspects besides Worley?

I'm sure Sing Sing's full
of people who hated Trammell,

but none of them had access
to the murder weapon.

Which was stolen from the Department
of Corrections Training Center.

You can't prove
Worley did that.

His prints
were on the gun.

He's an instructor.

His prints were probably
on most of the weapons.

I'm worried Fallon's gonna
nitpick this to death.

Then let's offer him
man one and the minimum.

That doesn't sit well
with me, either.

A feud that started
in Sing Sing,

then ends with
a cold-blooded execution.

That's murder,
not manslaughter.

He's a sympathetic
defendant, Jack.

The inmate was a member
of the Brotherhood.

That's a pack
of racist psychopaths.

They may have
framed Worley's son.

If it's true,
it proves my point.

There's a pattern of escalating
animosity between these two men.

This is about revenge, Serena.

I'll find out more
about the drug bust.

SERENA: The arresting
officer said they got a tip

that Sean was dealing
drugs from his car

in the New City Mall
parking lot.

And who do you think
phoned in that tip?

The Brotherhood planted
those drugs in Sean's car.

I'm sure of it.

But the phone tip
came from a woman.

These guys all have
women on the outside.

They smuggle drugs,
collect money.

How hard would it be
for one of them

to make a phone call
to the State Patrol?

So, if Sean was framed,

do you think Trammell
was behind it?

Yeah.

But Marsden must've signed
off on it first. I mean...

Going after an officer?
That's big.

How did it get so bad
between Trammell and Worley?

Trammell started it. Gassed
him his first week in.

Gassed him?

They throw their feces
and urine through the bars.

In your face, if they can.

Nice. So what did Worley do?

Wrote him up,
sent him to the hole.

What else can he do?

You can't take that stuff lying
down, they'll walk all over you.

And it escalated
from there?

Trammell threatened to
kill him, Ms. Southerlyn.

He threatened
John's whole family.

There were phone calls,
anonymous letters,

pictures of the kids
in the mail,

taken at school.

The Brotherhood?

You bet. Then the
drug thing with Sean.

John was scared to death.

I mean, if they could get to his
family like that, that easily...

JACK: IfWorley was
really afraid of them,

why didn't he go to his
superiors or the police?

What good would it do?

These people are beyond
anyone's control, Jack.

You can't punish them,
you can't threaten them,

they're not afraid
to go to prison.

In many ways,
they actually prefer it.

Supposedly, Trammell couldn't
go afterWorley

(SIGHS) without Kyle
Marsden's approval?

That's correct.

Find out if he had it.

HOW?

You ask Kyle Marsden.

(LAUGHS) What's he
gonna do? Tell us?

No. But we should at least
take a look at him.

Find out if he's as scary
as everyone says he is.

I'm Jack McCoy.
This is A.D.A. Southerlyn.

Hi, honey.

Let's get right to the point, Mr.
Marsden.

I want to know
if the Brotherhood

had a contract out
on John Worley.

(LAUGHS) Hey,
I've got to thank you.

I really appreciate
the trip to the city.

I made a lot of new
friends down here.

I want an answer to the question, Mr.
Marsden.

Shouldn't my lawyer be here?

You're not a suspect in the
death of Billy Trammell.

This isn't a custodial
interrogation.

It's not custodial?

You're free to return to Sing Sing at
any time. Should I call the guard?

So what's in it for me?

Nothing.

Let's put it this way,

if there was a kite out on
Worley, it's been rescinded.

Why is that, Mr. Marsden?

Because the only thing
sweeter than a dead C.O.

is one on my side
of the bars.

That's a gift that
just keeps on giving.

Call Worley's lawyer. I want a
sit-down as soon as possible.

What are we gonna say?

We're gonna
offer him a plea.

Why the change
of heart?

You convinced me.
You and Marsden.

So, the gravity of my
client's situation

is finally sinking in
with you people.

He still made a bad choice, Mr.
Fallon.

An imperfect one, in a
far from perfect world.

Now, what are you
going to do about it?

Man one.

That's a minimum
of five years.

I'm sure we can
make an arrangement

so your client serves his
time in the Federal system.

You don't get it. The
Brotherhood is everywhere.

Especially in
the Federal system.

So tell me, Mr. Fallon,
what's your Plan B?

If he's convicted at trial, he
serves at least 15-to-life.

I have an idea. You know,
the way I look at it,

my client has performed a service
for the citizens of this city.

I'd choose my words very
carefully, M r. Fallon.

My client's out on bail.

There's no rush
to try this.

A year down the road,
I file a speedy trial motion

and the judge
dismisses the case.

I invited you down here
because I sympathized

with your client's
situation.

And I'm trying to
save a man's life.

The answer is
no, Mr. Fallon.

I don't understand. Why
won't you accept man one?

I believe
we can do better.

I'll be asserting justification
at my client's trial.

Preemptive self-defense?

FALLON: What would you do?

Wait for these monsters to
rape and murder your family?

(DOOR OPENING)

FALLON: These threats
were credible, Your Honor.

Letters, photos,
phone calls...

A member of the Brotherhood
even approached

the Worleys' 11-year-old
daughter at school.

Allegedly.

The law's clear, a person
may use deadly force

only if he
reasonably believes

the other person is
about to do the same.

While I do find these alleged
incidents you described disturbing,

Mr. Fallon, I agree
with Mr. McCoy,

the threat has
to be imminent.

Well, the issue here is whether my
client believed it was imminent.

This is analogous to battered-spouse
syndrome, YourHonoL

Battered-spouse syndrome?
Mr. Fallon!

There's a clear pattern of
violence and intimidation here.

John Worley lived his life in
constant fear of what Billy Trammell

and his associates could and
would do to him and his family.

Billy Trammell was incarcerated.
John Worley was free.

To find a new job,
to move his family,

to seek the assistance
of the courts

and the police
if he felt threatened.

John Worley felt like he could not
get help from the authorities,

and that he could not get away from
Billy Trammell and the Brotherhood,

inside the prison or out.

He felt the Brotherhood
would find him,

hunt him down,
no matter where he went.

Your client's subjective belief about
the danger is one thing, Mr. Fallon.

But the law also requires that
that belief be objectively

reasonable under
the circumstances.

I have 109
incident reports

from the New York State
Department of Corrections,

which document violence
perpetrated by the Brotherhood

in the last five years.

And these are only the ones that were
reported. The tip of the iceberg.

JACK: No one denies the
Brotherhood is dangerous.

The issue is whether the
defendant was allowed to make

an anticipatory strike against
one of their members.

And hundreds of years
of jurisprudence say no.

A hundred years ago
there was no Brotherhood.

How long are you supposed
to stand on the tracks

with a freight train
coming at you?

Mr. Fallon's argument is a
convincing one, Mr. McCoy.

This is how the law evolves.

The defendant's belief may
well have been objectively

reasonable under
the circumstances.

It's pushing the envelope, but I'm
going to let the issue go to the jury.

Officer Worley
wrote up Billy Trammell

for prison infractions
31 times.

And the next highest
total Trammell received

from any other corrections
officer was what?

Ten.

How do you account
for the discrepancy?

Trammell was a hardcore
criminal who flouted the rules.

John Worley
did his job.

How would you characterize
their interaction?

It was hostile.

JACK: Would you go so
far as to call it a feud?

You might.

And yet, none
of Officer Worley's

disciplinary write-ups mention
any threats by Trammell

directed at Worley
or his family, do they?

No.

Is it unusual for an inmate
to threaten a guard's life?

Not at all.

Part of the job?

Sure.

And what is the procedure
to be followed

when a corrections officer
receives such a threat?

Well, the C.O.'s are supposed to report
the threat immediately to my office

so it can be documented
and assessed.

Violence against corrections
officers is on the rise

in the last 10 years, isn't that
correct, Superintendent Cooper?

Yes, it is.

Corrections officers
jumped and beaten.

Well, they're not
allowed to have guns

inside the facilities,
for obvious reasons,

but assaults are frequent.

How many corrections officers
in the New York State system

have been assaulted by Brotherhood
members this year alone?

I know of three C.O.'s
who've been stabbed.

And last year
we had a fatality.

The Brotherhood member who killed
that guard is on death row right now.

FALLON: A dangerous job.

Most of us are proud
of what we do.

Including John Worley?

Very much so.

We got into a fight,
me and Trammell,

and then Marsden jumped in
and started stomping me.

What did Officer
Worley do?

He broke it up.

HOW?

Cracked Trammell over the
head a couple of times.

Put him in the hospital.

Did he strike you
or Mr. Marsden?

No, no, just Trammell.

Why do you think
he struck Trammell

and not you
or Mr. Marsden?

He hated Trammell,
and Trammell hated him.

JACK: How often do you get into
fights with Brotherhood members?

It happens all the time.

You're not afraid of them?

I'm not afraid of anyone.
They afraid of me.

Did it appear to you that Officer
Worley was afraid of Mr. Trammel?

No, he never showed fear.

Not like some of the screws.

You were convicted of fracturing Mr.
Trammel's skull.

It's my word
against a guard.

And you yourself are a member
of a gang, the Latin Kings.

Yeah. King for life.

You treat C.O.'s
with respect?

They give it,
they get it.

That's why you've been
written up over 50 times

by a dozen
different officers?

My client ever
write you up?

(CHUCKLING) Yeah. yeah.

How many times? I don't know.
A dozen maybe.

It's like I say,
he was a real hardass.

So this testimony of yours today could
be considered payback, couldn't it?

Objection!
ANDERLEE: Sustained!

Counsel, in my chambers.

This was addressed to me.

IfWorley gets off,
your dead.

Court officer said it was left
in the gallery by a woman.

You should have the police
take custody of the note.

They've already been called.

And what are we going
to do about the trial?

We're adjourned for today. I'll
meet with counsel tomorrow at 9:30.

Your life just
changed forever.

I know.

You could recuse yourself, declare a
mistrial. It is manifest necessity.

You know I'm not going
to do that, Arthur.

All defendants would have
to do is threaten judges

until they get
the one they want.

It's bad enough
in the jails and prisons.

If we give away the entire criminal
justice system, what's the point?

You're right.

I'm sure you've been the recipient of
a threat at some time in your career.

Once or twice.

Did it stop you?

Did you ever ask another
prosecutor to take over a case?

Just because I'm hard-headed
doesn't mean you have to be.

You know
it's not about that.

Well, the defense is not
going to be very happy.

Oh, crocodile tears. They
know better than anybody

I'll bend over
backwards to be fair.

You have to
recuse yourself, Judge.

I intend to call
you as a witness.

Excuse me?

My whole case is based on how
dangerous the Brotherhood is.

You've been threatened.
That's relevant.

The note left
in the courtroom

can't be definitively
attributed to the Brotherhood.

Save your breath,
Mr. McCoy.

The note is off-limits
at this trial, Mr. Fallon.

Well, then I intend to call
Kyle Marsden as awitness.

He has nothing to
do with this case.

What's your offer
of proof, Mr. Fallon?

Billy Trammell threatened the lives
of my client and his family.

The only person who could authorize
him to do that was his gang boss.

Marsden's testimony is not only
irrelevant, it's prejudicial.

The man is a walking billboard
for hate and intimidation.

I need to paint the enormity
of the Brotherhood's reach

in order to show that my
client's fear wasjustified.

I'm entitled to make the best
case for my client, Your Honor.

Marsden poses
a serious security risk.

I understand
your concern, Mr. McCoy.

But the potential
prejudice is far outweighed

by Mr. Worley's right to call
witnesses in support of his case.

I've been incarcerated
since '91.

I'm serving five
consecutive life sentences.

FALLON: One for kidnapping,
four for murder.

Yeah, something
like that.

Are you a member of an organization
called the Brotherhood?

MARSDEN: That's right.

What sort
of organization is it?

It's a support group,
for the Caucasian inmates.

(SCOFFS)
It's a prison gang.

Responsible for over 100
reported acts of violence

in Sing Sing over
the past two years.

Not to mention
many murders,

and countless other crimes
in prisons nationwide.

Yeah, I wouldn't know
about any of that.

Are you acquainted with a
man named Billy Trammell?

Yes, sir.

Isn't it a fact,
Mr. Marsden,

that you authorized Mr.
Trammell to murder my client?

Your Honor, would you instruct Mr.
Marsden to answer the question?

Your answer, Mr. Marsden.

What are you gonna do, Judge?
Hold me in contempt?

Consider it done.

Ooh, are you sure
you want to do that?

Are you threatening
me, Mr. Marsden?

Why would I want to
threaten you, Judge?

You wouldn't if you know
what's good for you.

FALLON: No further
questions, YourHonoL

My job was to supervise
convicted, violent felons.

Most of the time I was
outnumbered 40-to-one.

I didn't even get
to carry a gun.

And the inmates?
Are they armed?

Sharpened pieces of glass,
filed-down spoons, metal spikes.

You ought to see the shiv
museum at Sing Sing sometime.

They'll fashion a weapon out of
anything that'll hold a point.

Atoothbrush.

There's been testimony that
you were hard on the inmates.

I enforced the rules.
My job was about control.

You lose control of the bad
guys, you can get hurt.

Was Billy Trammell
one of those guys?

Billy Trammell
had been bragging

that he was going to get me
for a couple of years.

I didn't take him
seriously at first,

until he was
going to be paroled.

And then he told me it would
be just that much easier

to forget about me
and do my family instead.

"Do" meaning kill?

And worse.

And when I found a photograph
that had been taken

of my wife and kids
slipped under my door...

Then, my son Sean
was arrested,

framed by Trammell and his
buddies in the Brotherhood.

What happened to Sean
as a result of this arrest?

He's being prosecuted now.
Rockland County.

What transpired the last time
you saw Trammell in prison?

They were taking him
down for release,

he passed by me,
and he said,

"Tell Dina I'll be
seeing her very soon."

And then
he licked his lips.

Dina?

My wife.

Got home that night, my daughter,
Carrie, my 11-year-old,

she told me that some big guy
with long hair and tattoos,

had approached her at her
school, called her by her name,

and told her to
tell her father

that Uncle Billy would be
coming to visit her very soon.

What did you do the day Billy
Trammell was released?

I moved my family
into a motel.

Why?

I was afraid
for their lives.

And then I gave my son
Sean my .38, just in case,

and I went
looking for Trammell.

Did you kill him, John?

Yes, I did.

Before he could get
to my wife and kids.

You thought
you were justified

in taking matters
into your own hands?

Yes.

Was Billy Trammell
that imminent a threat?

He was.

You stole the murder weapon two
months before Trammell was released.

Isn't that right?

I was preparing myself.

On a street, Trammell was a
danger to me and my family,

24 hours a day.

Really? When you put the gun to the
back of Billy Trammell's head,

at that moment, were you
in any danger from him?

No. Not at that
precise moment.

I was in control
of the situation.

Your family was in a motel
when you shot Billy Trammell.

Were they in any danger
from him at that point?

The only step that guaranteed
the safety of my family

was to kill him.

There was no other choice.

No other choice?

Had you reported Billy Trammell's
threats to the authorities,

they would have constituted
violation of his parole.

You could've put him back
into prison, Officer Worley.

You didn't.

You chose to
kill him instead.

John Worley put his life
on the line every day

to protect us
from society's worst.

He and his family

were targeted by a
hyper-violent prison gang

with a well-earned
reputation

for intimidation,
depravity, and murder.

We'd all like to believe that our
system of law will protect us.

But if you knew
ahead of time

that Charles Manson
and his cohorts

were coming after
you and your family,

wouldn't you all do
something about it?

John Worley did exactly
what he had to do.

For hundreds of years, our
concept of self-defense

has been rooted
in the idea

that the threat defended
against must be imminent.

The knife drawn, the hammer
raised, the gun cocked.

Deadly force only in response to the
imminent threat of deadly force.

It's a bright line, and there's
a reason we don't cross it.

We cannot ascertain
motive after the fact.

We can't know what was
in Billy Trammell's mind.

We can't know if the
Brotherhood's threats were real.

And we can't ask him now, because
he's dead. John Worley killed him.

Before Trammell and these
allegations could be investigated.

These threats
were not imminent.

John Worley says he had no choice
but to kill Billy Trammell.

We know that's not true.
He had options.

He didn't choose them.

His motive was not fear.

It was revenge.

Revenge for what he thought
Trammell did to him,

his son, his daughter.

And putting Trammell back into
prison wasn't going to be enough

to satisfy his hunger
for retribution.

Only murdering him was.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury, I understand

you're unable to reach a verdict.
Is that correct?

That's right, Your Honor.

Are you certain you've made your
best faith efforts to do so?

I believe we have,
Your Honor.

We're unable to
come to any consensus.

Given the length
of your deliberations

and your best
faith efforts,

I have no choice but to
declare a hung jury.

(GASPING)

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
thank you for your service.

Clear the courtroom, please.
Clear the courtroom.

Well, we shouldn't
be shocked.

Thejuryjust put themselves
in Worley's shoes.

What are your thoughts
on re-filing?

I'm not sure
we'd do any better.

How's Judge Anderlee
holding up, Arthur?

Keeping a stiff upper lip,

and two veteran New York City
detectives on their toes.

We just got a call from the
Rockland County Police Department.

Something happen to Worley?

His wife. She's missing.