All language subtitles for Law and order S15E16 - The Sixth Man

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.

I'm telling you,
it was fantastic.

Skiing in Japan,
who knew?

I just got tired of the
Pyrenees, year in, year out.

So rude.
I hate when people do this.

Guess who?

Those have been
in there for days.

What are you gonna do?

Teach our friend
in 1G some manners.

Walderman! You left your
laundry in the dryer. Again.

Walderman!

Walderman?

Walderman!

My God.

Neighbor down the hall found him.
Said the door was unlocked.

Oh, it's cold in here.

Windows are open, heat's off.

Looks like he went a couple
rounds with somebody.

ED: Hey.
Hey.

I don't see any blood
on that knife.

Looks like he got strangled. Got raccoon
eyes, bruising around the ears.

God, it must be
40 degrees in here.

Is that gonna mess
with your time of death?

Yeah. Two days,
a week, maybe.

Hopefully you can
narrow that down.

(LAUGHS)

Well, it seems he tried
to defend himself.

Or he started something
he couldn't finish.

Either way,
he's finished now.

Did anybody else have
access to his apartment?

Even the super
didn't have keys.

Ira kept changing the locks
so we couldn't get in.

Why is that?
He was paranoid.

Thought we were trying to take
his apartment away from him.

Were you?

Please.

Two bedrooms, two baths. That's
pretty big for one dude.

Rent-controlled, at that.
Seven hundred a month.

Well, you can get
10 times that much now.

You'd think. Although
crime scene and homicide

aren't exactly the kind of
extras that attract buyers.

Buyers?

Oh, most of
the rest of the building

went co-op ages ago.
Ira was the last holdout.

And how much can
you get for that now?

(SCOFFS)
A million, a million five.

Uh, you said he was the last renter.
How long was he there?

Ira grew up in that apartment.

His parents lived there, too, until they
passed away four or five years ago.

ED: Any other family?

In fact, when we transferred the lease
into lra's name after his parents passed,

he listed his boss
as an emergency contact.

Sad, really.

FONTANA:
Did he work here a long time?

Twenty years.

You two
were friends?

I was the man's boss.

Did you ever meet any
of his family or friends?

I'm sorry. He didn't have any
particular friends in this office.

How about
a girlfriend?

Girlfriend? Ira?

Was he gay?

(LAUGHS)
Uh, just hopeless.

You know that show Queer
Eye For A Straight Guy?

Even they couldn't do
anything for Ira.

Well, how about enemies, people
he didn't get along with?

Well, that was
everybody, in a way.

Ira had a mild disdain
for other human beings.

Nothing worth getting
killed for.

There's gotta be something you
can tell us about this dude.

Had black coffee with two sugars and a
hot pastrami sandwich on rye for lunch.

Every day?

I'm trying to tell you this guy
was not exactly Mr. Excitement.

That's the picture
we're getting, too.

Did he have any
interests or hobbies?

Basketball. Pro and College.
Knew all the stats.

Bore you to death. That's the
only thing he ever talked about.

You mind if we look
around a little longer?

If it helps.

Thank you.

Nothing here but a bunch
of take-out menus.

ED: Datebook. Doesn't have
one appointment in it.

Radio.

Last week's paper.

Sports page. He's got New York,
Washington and Indiana circled.

Well, he knew how to pick 'em.
All those teams won.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

If I had to take a guess, I'd
say our friend is a gambler.

All right.
We'll be right there.

M.E.'s ready for us.

The M.E. on the scene said that
he was probably strangled.

Well, from the bruising, it looks like
somebody put him in a choke hold,

but that's not what
actually killed him.

Second and third vertebra were fractured.
Somebody snapped his neck.

How hard is that?
It's not easy.

Takes a lot of leverage.

Like a hanging.

Yeah, exactly
like a hanging.

He was lifted off
his feet by his neck.

The drag from his body weight
helped to break the vertebrae.

And Walderman was what, 5'9?
Roughly.

So we're looking for
somebody who was what?

Well over six feet.
And muscular.

Whoever did this
was a big, strong guy.

Latent lifted a good thumbprint
off his watch, but no hits.

If it is our killer's, he's
not in any of the databases.

And no other usable prints
in the apartment?

Just Walderman's, and his
are on the knife, too.

Well, what do we know
about Mr. Walderman?

We think he was a gambler betting
on professional basketball teams.

We pulled his bank records. He made
an $80,000 deposit last month.

Cashier's check.

That's a pretty
nice score.

Well, if he deposited his winnings
in cash, he's not betting online.

Well, some of us do prefer to squander
our cash in the old-fashioned way.

Well, see if you can find out who
was taking Mr. Walderman's action.

If he was betting enough to get himself
killed, he memorized his bookie's number.

Where was he calling him from, though?
Pay phone? He didn't have a cell phone.

Well, check his office LUDs.
Maybe he was betting from work.

Oh, well, here's a number
he called one, two,

five times in two days
last month.

Who?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I got the wrong number.

Sorry, bye-

The Lexington Grand.

That's a nice hotel.

Maybe he had a friend
in for a visit.

Cross-check
the hotel's records,

see if anybody
called him back.

You get the room number.

Okay.

A bunch of junk mail.

Hey. Rosalie Horton,
apartment 4A.

What would he be doing
with his neighbor's mail?

Which one of you
is my driver?

(CHUCKLES)

Neither, actually. Uh...

I'm Detective Fontana. This is
Detective Green, New York City Police.

Are you Mrs. Horton?

Taka Furukawa.

Mrs. Horton moved out
nearly a year ago.

This about
the dead guy in 1G?

Yeah, Ira Walderman.
Did you know him?

Not really. He said if I held onto Mrs.
Horton's mail he'd make sure she got it.

You mind if I keep packing?
I've got a plane to catch.

Sure. Where you off to?

London. I'm a Nylon.

A what?

Nylon. New York Londoner.

That's a hell of a commute.

Tell me about it.

Man, it's hard to believe that
this is the same building.

I was about to say, Mr. Walderman's
apartment don't look like this.

He was rent-controlled.
So was Mrs. Horton.

I'm co-op.

Do you know where
Mrs. Horton moved to?

Sorry. Are you going
to see her?

We hope so.

When you do,
can you give her these?

I was afraid of something like this.
lwarned him.

Warned him about what?

Mr. Levin. The owner.
He wanted all of us out.

ED: The rent-controlled
tenants.

Ira was the only one
who stayed.

Did Mr. Levin
threaten you?

Well, not exactly.

He just made it
impossible to stay.

Then he offered me money.

How much?
$20,000.

I told Mr. Levin thanks,
but no thanks.

I've been here 30 years.
I'm too old to move.

Then hejust let the place go to hell.
First my electricity went out.

He said it was the wiring.
I asked him to fix it he said,

"Maybe you should move to a place
that has direct sunlight."

So you moved.

We all did.
But I took the money first.

Last time I saw Ira,
he told me that

Mr. Levin had just
cut off his heat, too.

Have a seat,
Mr. Levin.

I have a meeting
in an hour.

I could reschedule if you think
this is going to take a long time.

How does 20-to-life
sound to you?

Detectives, I had nothing whatsoever
to do with Mr. Walderman's death.

Oh, no? He was sitting on a gold mine.
One that belonged to you.

Yeah, what's that apartment going
to be worth after it goes co-op?

Amillion?
A million five?

I'm a businessman. I solve
problems with money, not murder.

Is that why you gave
Walderman 80 grand to move?

Nothing wrong with a little financial
incentive. Perfectly legal.

But he didn't move.
He double-crossed you, right?

Now, that had
to piss you off.

Now, we know you didn't
strangle him because

you're not big enough
or strong enough.

But he is wealthy enough. He could
pay somebody to do it for him.

We had an agreement. A contract. He
reneged. That's what lawyers are for.

Lawyers?
You sued him?

Hey. He sued me first.

Which Ira Walderman
lawsuit did you want?

ED: There's more than one?

He's the plaintiff
in several.

Okay, so what's he got
versus Jonathan Levin?

Restraining order
against Mr. Levin.

We'll take a copy of that.

Hey, what are
the other lawsuits?

He's suing the Basketball
League of America,

the Philadelphia Cannons,
the New York Empires...

ED: Wait.

He was one of the fans who got
beat up in that big brawl?

You saw the footage?
It's incredible footage.

I think the whole bunch
should've been tossed for life.

Mr. Walderman claims he was
seriously injured. His back.

He's also suing one of the players.
Silas lnwood.

Oh, lnwood. Commissioner suspended
him for the rest of the season.

But he's still playing while the Players'
Association takes the League to court.

The sports page nowadays,

you read it, it's like
reading the crime blotter.

You can't tell the felons
without a scorecard.

Hey, what was he asking
for in that suit?

$20 million.

Oh, baby.

ED: You must be dealing with a whole
lot of lawsuits because of this brawl.

We've already settled
most of them.

You didn't have much
of a choice, did you?

Oh, no admission
of wrongdoing.

The League felt it was
the right thing to do.

No admission
of wrongdoing?

They went into the stands,
for crying out loud.

The League knows a few players need to
learn how to conduct themselves better.

That's why we suspended every
player who left the bench

to throw a punch
during the brawl.

A mere slap
on the wrist.

Silas lnwood was suspended for
the remainder of the season.

That's not a slap on the wrist.
It's serious money.

That is if the suspension is upheld.
But right now he's playing, isn't he?

A fan, Ira Walderman,
he claims that

Silas lnwood threw him down,
injured his back.

I'm not at liberty to discuss
Mr. Walderman's claims.

His lawsuit is still
pending. League policy.

Well, I can't tell you if Mr.
Walderman was at that particular game

but he is a season ticket holder.
Has been for the last 15 years.

ED: Where did he sit?

One level up
from courtside.

Wow, that's gotta cost.

$1,900 a seat,

41 home games a year.
You do the math.

Eighty grand.

That's what Mr. Levin gave him
when he wanted him to move.

Yeah. Now we know what
he was doing with his money.

He wasn't betting on the
games, he was coming to them.

Our season ticket holders
are pretty dedicated.

Each section is like a little neighborhood.
Everyone knows everybody.

You make friends.
Or enemies.

So who were
lra's neighbors?

I'm sorry, I can't give
that information out.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you have the people that
sit around Ira give us a call.

You can do that.

We talked to the M.E. about
Walderman's back injuries

and it turns out he does
have a herniated disc.

The only problem is you can't tell if
he got it 20 years ago or at the game.

Keep your eyes on number 17.
That's Silas lnwood.

(ALL YELLING)

VAN BUREN: There.

That white guy
running for the exit?

That looks like
it might be Walderman.

You can't tell if anybody
hit him or not.

VAN BUREN: Keep going.

(YELLING CONTINUES)

He leads the League in technicals.
He gets tossed at every game

and he's involved in the biggest
brawl in sports history.

And they're trying to kick him
out for the rest of the season.

That means he's gonna lose
about three million bucks.

Hey Ed,
a Troy Johnston called.

Something about
season tickets.

If you need a date for an
Empires game, let me know.

Ira could be pretty rough. He
was always on lnwood's case.

Just rode him unmercifully every
time the Cannons came to town.

It was embarrassing, really.

Could lnwood even hear him
from down on the court?

Oh, yeah.
Ira had lungs of steel.

One time Ira had him so riled
up, he gave Ira the finger

and then missed two
critical free throws.

And then the League fined him 10
grand for unprofessional behavior.

After that, there was no stopping him.
Ira was all over him like a cheap suit.

So what happened
that night?

Ira was on a roll.

And then the fight broke out.
What a disgrace.

Game used to be played by gentlemen,
you know, Bird, Magic, Michael Jordan?

Did you see how
the fight started?

I don't know who threw the first beer.
But somebody did

and then all hell
broke loose.

Did you see
Walderman get hit?

I wouldn't be surprised,
you know.

He was one of the guys
throwing beers.

So you don't know if he was
injured in that fight or not?

I don't. But he looked just fine when
I ran into him last Friday night.

ED: Where was that?

They had a promotion for a new video
game at that sports bar in midtown.

Uh, Time Out.
On 48th Street.

Was Silas there, too?

Yeah, yeah, as a matter
of fact, Silas was there.

Did Walderman go after him
at the bar, too?

He wouldn't. Guys like
Ira, they only yell

that really ugly stuff when they're
safe, you know, in a crowd.

Thanks a lot.
We'll be in touch.

Walderman picks a fight
with this dude,

sues him for
20 million dollars,

then he shows up
at a sports bar

to watch him promote
his new video game?

And three days later
he turns up dead.

Yeah, I worked the night of the video
game promotion. The tips sucked.

You know, the richer the
customer, the tighter they are.

They're so used to getting
everything for free.

Do you remember seeing
this dude here?

Look, all I see are foreheads
and receding hairlines.

You know what I mean. They
don't usually look at my face.

Why don't you give
it a shot anyway?

Actually, yeah,
I do remember him.

He got into it with one
of the basketball guys.

Another player?

This other guy my boss said
was Silas lnwood's agent.

What do you mean, they got into it?
They have a fight?

No, just loud. But the agent
was all up in the guy's face,

ripping him a new one.

Guy looked a little shook.

What did
the agent look like?

Uh, tall, black, built.

I actually thought he was
a basketball player, too.

ED: Thanks a lot.

So Walderman had a confrontation
with lnwood's agent

a few days before
his body was found.

It might have been the night of the murder.
It fits the time frame.

Silas lnwood's agent, by the way,
also happens to be his cousin.

His name is Reggie Uggams.

What do we know about him?

He used to be a point
guard at Georgetown.

But he blew out his knee and
then went to law school.

Now he works on the
business side of the game.

Making deals for his
famous cousin, huh?

So now we've gone from no
suspects to two suspects.

Inwood does have the bad
boy reputation but look,

Walderman let that killer
into his apartment.

And we don't think he would open the
door for Uggams after what happened

between them
at the sports bar.

Well, they're both physically
capable of breaking someone's neck.

So, you think he'd open
the door for lnwood?

A basketball nut
like Walderman? Yeah!

But why would lnwood go after
Walderman on his own?

He's got lawyers, agents, an entourage,
a lot of people to do his dirty work.

If this thing got personal,

lnwood's the type of dude that
would wanna handle it himself.

All right. Philly's an hour
and a half by train.

FONTANA: Silas lnwood?

Excuse me,
Silas lnwood?

Look, I'm eating,
all right?

No autographs.

ED: We didn't come here
for an autograph.

We came here
for some answers.

I'm Detective Fontana.
This is Detective Green,

New York City
Police Department.

Philadelphia's kind of
far out of your jurisdiction.

Who wants to know?

ReQQie Uggams.

President and founder,
Uggams Sports Agency.

Let me give you my card.

Well, thank you very much,
Mr. Uggams.

If we have questions for you,
we'll know where to find you.

But right now, we'd like
to speak with Mr. lnwood.

So speak.
Bark. Roll over.

FONTANA:
Are you talking to us?

Because the only dog that's gonna
get put down around here is you.

You want to tell your baby
cousin to put a muzzle on it?

Silas, chill.

What's this
in reference to?

The murder of
Ira Walderman.

REGGIE: Who?

You don't know him?

Never heard of him.

You?
No.

That's funny because you gave him
the finger at a game last season.

It cost you 10,000
and you got into his face

at the video promotion
last Friday night.

Obnoxious fans are
ubiquitous in this business.

Ubiquitous?

A dime a dozen.
Yeah, we know what it means.

Are you sure you don't know
who we're talking about?

Look,

all the fans look alike, all right?
Especially the jerks.

What time did you leave
the video game promotion?

REGGIE: We both left at 7:00.

I drove back to Philly and Silas
had a plane to DC to catch.

All right, we're gonna
need proof of that.

The ticket, the credit
card, receipt, something.

I went out to Queens first. I didn't
get to DC until the next day.

Remember I told you I had dinner
with my old coach from St. James.

Coach Dyer. That's right,
now I remember.

Listen, I already
gave a statement.

None of my guys
were at that strip club.

(LAUGHING)

No, coach, actually, we're here
to ask you something else.

Would you mind telling us
where you were Friday night.

Having dinner with Silas lnwood.
At my house.

ED: What was the occasion?

No occasion.

We talk on a regular basis. I've always
had a good relationship with Silas.

On and off the court.
Like with most of my players.

Except maybe that Silas gave you a little
more trouble than most of your players?

Misunderstandings.

Some guy in a bar picks a fight
with Silas, that's not his fault.

And he calls you, Coach, and
you straighten everything out?

Like I would
for my own kids.

For most of these boys I'm the first
real father figure they've ever had.

It was about eight years ago.
lnwood's senior year.

He was charged with assault two,
criminal possession of a weapon.

He whacked some guy in the
head with a vodka bottle.

Cut him up
pretty good.

We ran lnwood
through NCIC.

There was
nothing there.

The D.A. declined
prosecution.

The victim didn't want
to press charges?

He was convinced it would be
beneficial to his bank account not to.

Somebody paid
him off.

I heard maybe it was the coach, with the
help from some St. James alumni boosters.

Whatever they did, it worked
out good for everybody.

Inwood got to play out the year, St.
James went to Final Four,

and lnwood was
a first-round draft pick.

And you personally put lnwood
through the system?

I drove him down
to central booking myself.

Inwood lied to us about what he
did after the sports bar event.

He said he had dinner with
his college coach in Queens.

But he was ticketed for
parking in front of a hydrant

a block down from
Walderman's building.

The Sergeant confirmed the old
assault charges were dropped?

If the charges were dropped,
the records were sealed.

You know, not always.
Not in the CARS database.

Well, see what
you can come up with.

I'll never understand why they
didn't close that loophole.

I hope they never do.

There he is.
You're kidding.

Well, in that case, I wonder
if his fingerprint card

is still on file down
at 1 Police Plaza?

You know what?
It's worth a shot,

especially since the Cannons are
playing in New York tomorrow.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Some autographs?
Okay, I'll sign 'em.

All right, all right,
all right, okay.

Silas lnwood. Welcome
back to New York.

You two need to work on your
timing, all right? Now's bad.

Is there ever really a good
time to get arrested?

Hey, you want
to do this inside

or do you want us to cuff
you in front of your fans?

(SCOFFS)

That's on you.

Here, let them see
how the police do me.

Okay.

Silas lnwood, you're under arrest
for the murder of Ira Walderman.

FONTANA: No autographs, folks.

"Docket number 4-7-2-3-8.
People v. Silas Inwood.

"Charge is murder
in the second degree."

I guess Philly won't be going
to the playoffs this year.

Don't count them out
just yet, Your Honor.

How does Mr. lnwood plead?

Not guilty.

We have forensic evidence, the defendant's
fingerprint on the victim's wrist watch.

My client and the victim attended
the same event that evening.

Most likely the fingerprint
was left then.

Your Honor, the victim was suing Mr.
lnwood for $20 million.

And Mr. lnwood may have blamed
him for his suspension,

which has cost him dearly both
financially and professionally.

This is almost as exciting
as Mr. lnwood's last game.

JUDGE: People on bail,
Ms. Borgia?

The people request remand.

Mr. lnwood is clearly not a flight risk.
Where could he go without being recognized?

He has the financial resources
to go anywhere in the world

where he won't have
to worry about extradition.

Bail is set at five million.

Hardly guarantees his appearance,
Your Honor, given his last contract.

Sorry, Ms. Borgia. There'll be no
home court advantage for you today.

(GAVEL BANGS)

Not only is lnwood out on bail but
he's asked the court for scheduling

consideration so he wouldn't
have to miss any games.

If I made $75,000 a game, I
wouldn't want to miss one either.

Most people don't get to set their own
calendar when they're on trial for murder.

Silas lnwood isn't most people. We all
know there are two sets of rules.

One for celebrities
and one for everyone else.

That's what worries me about the jury.
I don't want them to be starstruck.

It might never
come to that.

Defense motion
to dismiss.

They claim lnwood's fingerprints
were illegally obtained.

How is that possible?

Talk to Lieutenant Van Buren.
Find out what's going on.

The CARS database doesn't purge
sealed records. It never did.

Silas lnwood was arrested in college,
but the charges were dropped?

So he had an old print card that should have
been sealed along with his arrest record.

The fingerprint tech who gave it to
my detectives had no way to know

that case was sealed.

But your detectives did. And
lnwood shouldn't have been in

the police database
to begin with.

Like I said, it's a
glitch in the system.

And Fontana and Green
exploited it.

For information.

They didn't find out about lnwood's
old arrest from that database.

All this could have been avoided
if they'd come to me first.

I could have gotten an order
to unseal the records.

I don't mind your guys
working the system

but they need to
keep me in the loop.

And once they found out
that lnwood was their guy,

they should have gotten a legal
fingerprint match somehow.

They did.
When they arrested him.

Let's hope we get
the rightjudge.

Eight years ago, my client was arrested.
The D.A. declined prosecution,

and as Mr. McCoy is fully aware, all
records relating to that arrest

should have been sealed.

The People are allowed to take
fingerprints for use at a later date,

Your Honor, just because the
case was denied prosecution,

doesn't mean that lnwood's
prints were unlawfully obtained.

The arrest itself
was legitimate.

But retaining
his print card wasn't.

The defendant has no constitutional
protection against wrongfully retained

evidence, just wrongfully
obtained evidence.

Retained, obtained. The People
are splitting hairs, Your Honor.

The government isn't supposed to have
that evidence, period, Mr. McCoy.

The police would have obtained
lnwood's prints legitimately

through independent
investigation.

Would have, could have, and certainly
should have, but they didn't.

In fact, a print card
was obtained legally

when Mr. lnwood was arrested for
the murder of Ira Walderman.

Mr. McCoy's putting
the cart before the horse.

Mr. lnwood wouldn't have been arrested but
for illegal use of fingerprint evidence

to secure a warrant.

That's patently untrue. Mr. lnwood
was already the prime suspect.

The policejust
didn't have proof.

Do the People have evidence to offer
besides fingerprint evidence?

The defendant's Porsche was ticketed on the
victim's block on the night of the murder.

We don't know for a fact that Mr.
Walderman died that evening.

The murder could have occurred
almost 24 hours later.

I have to agree with Mr. Chiles.
It's not nearly enough.

I'm dismissing the indictment
without prejudice.

JACK: I want to refile.

Where was he that night before he
drove to Walderman's apartment?

At a sports bar in midtown with
his agent at a promotional event.

Were any other
players there?

Sure, from the Cannons
and the Empires.

Start with his teammates.

Yeah, I was at
the video game signing.

I'm featured in it. They
got myjumper and my hook.

Not as sick as mine,
but it's a pretty good game.

Do you know what Silas lnwood
did after the signing?

I thought that case
was dismissed.

The D.A. isn't gonna let
a murder go unprosecuted.

You come sniffing around me
to help you pin this on Silas?

This is all because of
that damn fight.

If you know something...

I know just because you buy a
ticket doesn't mean you own me.

If a fan puts his hands on me,
I'm gonna put my hands on him.

Is that what Silas
lnwood did?

Kevin, we'll finish
this up later.

Now, how would you like it if
people threw things at you

and heckled you while
you're trying to work?

Try walking through
a cellblock at Rikers.

Look, the fans
are out of control.

Every time the team plays New
York, Silas gets these obnoxious

crank phone calls
at his hotel room.

Obnoxious how?

Heavy breathing,
hang ups?

Worse.

Ira Walderman was clearly harassing
Silas lnwood for the last two seasons.

I pulled LUDs
from his home phone.

In the last 18 months
he's made over

40 calls to lnwood at his home,
at his hotels, on the road.

So lnwood's claim that he didn't
know Walderman isn't true.

Their history goes back well
before the big brawl.

Any idea what Walderman
said in these calls?

Walderman left messages, but
there's no way to recover them.

Without the fingerprint evidence
it's a weak circumstantial case.

But, in conjunction with Walderman's
lawsuit and his behavior at the games,

the phone calls start to look a lot
more like stalking than harassment.

Well, it's far from
a slam dunk, so to speak.

Now, we'd be wise
to make a deal.

Inwood walked into the man's home
and snapped his neck like a twig.

He doesn't deserve man one.

And he might not get murder two if there
are any basketball fans on the jury.

You got a celebrity
sports star.

Rae Carruth was
convicted of murder.

And Ray Lewis was allowed to plead a
murder charge down to one year probation.

I'll make the offer.

I take it you have
a new indictment?

Before we rearrest your client, we thought
you might be interested in a deal.

Not for something
I didn't do.

Man, this isn't fair.
What do you want from me?

We know Ira Walderman
was harassing you

every time you came
to New York to play.

All the hard core fans know
where the visiting teams stay.

Harassment is just nothing
out of the ordinary.

He also called you at your home in
Pennsylvania, your unlisted number.

Is that who that was?
I didn't know.

I just changed
my number.

Walderman took the train
to Philadelphia

half a dozen times
in the last three years.

We have logs from the cab companies
who took him to your house.

One driver will testify that he
saw you walking across the lawn,

yelling and cursing at
Walderman, calling him by name.

What are you offering?

Man one.

CHILES: Man two, no jail
time, community service.

Man one. Best I can do.

(WHISPERING INAUDIBLY)

Mr. lnwood admits
killing Mr. Walderman.

Then we have a deal.

We're arguing self-defense.

What jury is going to believe that a
professional athlete like Mr. lnwood

felt threatened by a
middle-aged couch potato?

He attacked my client
with a knife.

What were you doing at Walderman's
apartment to begin with?

Look, I went to reason
with him, all right?

I told him to be
a man about it.

To leave me
and my family alone.

But he went off on me. Came at
me with a damn butcher knife.

I had no choice
but to take him down.

It was him or me.

I don't see how they're gonna
argue self-defense.

Inwood would have had to have believed
he was in imminent danger of death,

and had to use deadly force
to protect himself.

It's always
the same problem,

keeping the victim alive
in the mind of the jury.

I'll continue to stress

the disparity in size and
strength between the two men.

I keep wondering why lnwood went to
Walderman's apartment that night.

Something happened
at the bar.

All the witnesses say lnwood and Walderman
never exchanged two words that whole evening.

That lnwood's posse
kept him away from the table.

Maybe it was just the sight of
him, the fact of his showing up.

That he had the gall
to crash lnwood's party.

Exactly, I mean, that's
the rub, right there.

These fans, who think their ticket
entitles them to a piece of the players.

Maybe that's all it was.

Walderman got too close once too often.
And lnwood snapped.

I buy it.

Let's hope the jury does, too.

I've been a professional basketball
coach for the last 20 years.

JACK: Did you ever coach
the defendant?

Yes, for two seasons, when I was
with the Philadelphia Cannons.

How would you describe
yourexpefience with Mr. lnwood?

Difficult.

I was the coach and Silas didn't
think that he needed one.

So, we fought
about everything.

You fought?

Yeah, we'd scream
at each other in practice.

I told him there was
no "I" in team,

and he said, "Yeah, but
there is an 'l' in win."

I mean, they make so much
money these days.

As soon as their paychecks
have more zeroes than yours,

well, you can just
forget about it.

Did your fights with Silas
lnwood ever become physical?

Once. He was late to practice. It
was the second time that week.

And I told him that
rules were for everyone.

And he told me that

it would be better if I didn't talk
to him for the rest of the day.

So a little while later we were
running drills, I asked him

if he had joined the team
and he just went off.

"Went off"?
He jumped me.

From behind.
He put me in a choke hold.

He's so strong, he actually
picked me off the ground.

My feet were dangling.
I blacked out.

I really don't know
what would've happened

if the other players
hadn't pulled him off.

Was the defendant
punished for attacking you?

The owners didn't want
the League to find out,

so he was never punished or
reprimanded, fined, anything.

And what happened
to you?

I was fired.

Because?

It was him or me.

Who do you think management's gonna
side with, the coach or the star?

The, uh,

second season that you coached
Mr. lnwood and the Cannons,

I mean, that was widely considered
a disappointment, wasn't it?

We had a lot of injuries.

You finished 15 games
under 500. I mean...

Isn't that right?
Yeah.

The media speculated that you
were already gonna be fired,

and this was long before
the incident with my client.

You know,
I don't even recall.

You were fired and you
blame my client for it.

I blame the system

for coddling these guys. I mean,
they make more money than God

and nobody says no to them.

So this is payback. You're
testifying against Mr. lnwood

because you're angry
about losing your job.

I'm testifying against Silas
lnwood because he's dangerous.

He could have killed me and I think it's
time that we got him off the streets.

Basketball was lra's life.
He loved the Empires.

How did he behave
at the games?

He liked to scream
and shout.

(LAUGHING) He got into n.

He got into it?

That's what the teams want.
They,uh“.

They play all this loud music, and they have
cheerleaders, everyone's drinking beer.

They rev up the crowd so you feel
like you're part of the team,

like you're contributing.

It's the home court
advantage. It's real.

Do you think Ira Walderman
felt he was part of the team?

Definitely. He'd like to say
that he was the sixth man.

How did he feel
about Silas lnwood?

Ira hated him.

He felt if he could throw lnwood off
his game, the Empires would win.

What would he do to throw
lnwood off his game?

He'd call him names, yell stuff. Whatever
it took to get under lnwood's skin.

Did it work?

Oh yeah. Once Walderman made a
comment about lnwood's baby's mama

and lnwood looked right at
him and gave him the finger.

He was so angry that he missed two free
throws that would have iced the game.

And how did
Walderman react?

He couldn't believe that he'd
gotten a rise out of lnwood.

But after that it was
all lnwood, all the time.

He just lived
to torment him.

Other than that
one incident,

did Mr. lnwood react
to Mr. Walderman's taunts?

No.

You were at that game when
what's now come to be known

as the "big brawl"
broke out,

isn't that right?
Yeah, I was.

Sitting next
to Mr. Walderman.

Yes.

Did Mr. Walderman do anything
to provoke any of the players?

He threw a beer.

The beer that
hit Mr. lnwood

while he was lying
on the scorer's table?

I don't know.
Might have been.

There were a lot of people
throwing things onto the court.

Did you see Mr. lnwood
leave the court?

Yeah. He jumped off the table and
just charged right into the stands.

Did you see him
go after Mr. Walderman?

It was pretty chaotic.

Well, I'm sure it was. But did you
see him go after Mr. Walderman?

No.

Hit him, beat him,
physically assault him? No.

Did you see Mr. Walderman in a physical
confrontation with any of the players?

No.

But when you read about his lawsuit
against the League and Mr. lnwood...

Objection.

Your Honor, The People posit that lawsuit
as part of my client's alleged motive.

I'll allow it.
Witness may answer.

Honestly, lthought
it was a scam.

To defraud Mr. lnwood?

That, and to make
his life miserable.

Thank you.

With all of the hostile
basketball fans in New York,

how did Mr. lnwood even
know who Mr. Walderman was?

Because Walderman was especially
obnoxious and mean-spirited.

Fans yell things all the time and
players learn to deal with it.

But Walderman
really crossed the line.

How so?

He'd show up at Silas'
house in Philadelphia,

and his hotel in New York.

He'd also call in the middle of the
night, the night before a game.

How often would
he call his hotel?

Three, four times a day.

Every time he played
in New York.

Did you ever hear
any of these phone calls?

Yes. In fact, I saved one.

Now, Your Honor, I'd like to play a message
left for Mr. lnwood by Mr. Walderman.

Go ahead, Mr. Chiles.

I own you, lnwood,
you lazy mutt.

You're nothin'
but a dumb jock.

No more free ride
for you.

My boys are gonna kick your
overpaid ass back to Philly.

Better put the kids to bed unless you
want them to see Daddy get schooled.

(mm. TONE)

And what effect did these phone
calls have on Mr. lnwood?

He was unnerved.

As a black man in America,

any time you get a white man saying things
with even a hint of racial bias, it's...

It's upsetting.

What were racial about these
phone calls, in your opinion?

The words "lazy,"
"overpaid," "dumb."

From a white fan
to a black player?

It's code.
It makes you uncomfortable.

Hmm.

Now, what happened
the evening

of the video game
promotion?

It was supposed to be a fun,
low-key, family type of event.

Silas got upset when he saw
Walderman in the crowd.

CHILES: What did you do?

I asked Mr. Walderman to leave
Silas and his family alone.

We've heard testimony that you
confronted Mr. Walderman.

I told him what
I thought of him.

That he was pathetic
and needed to get a life.

He said the only reason why
Silas' son had shoes on his feet

and clothes on his back was
because of fans like him.

He said he owned Silas.

CHILES: Owned Silas lnwood?

He said he was
public property.

And that's when I really
went off on him.

Thank you.

JUDGE: Mr. McCoy?

The People have no questions for this
witness at this time, Your Honor.

Trial is recessed
until tomorrow.

(GAVEL BANGS)

Let's find out just what family
lnwood had at that event.

Inwood's mother and his ex-girlfriend
were at the sports bar.

His ex is the mother of
his seven-year-old son, Trey,

who was also there.

Did you talk
to the two women?

Itried. They weren't
very cooperative.

I did find a waitress
who remembers Walderman

at their table,
trying to talk to the son.

The mother and the ex
were shooing him away.

I'd be upset if the man
who'd been harassing me

suddenly turned
his attention to my child.

I'll see what else
I can find out.

After the video game event,
I went to his place.

I thought if I talked
to the man face to face...

CHILES: What happened when you got to Mr.
Walderman's apartment?

I told him that I wanted a truce,
and that we needed to talk.

And what did
he say to that?

He said to come in.

I told him all the phone calls
and nonsense had to stop.

And what did he say?

He denied it,
so I called him a liar.

You argued?

Yeah, it got pretty hot.

And then what happened?

We go back and forth.

Next thing I know, he's coming up out
of the kitchen at me with a knife.

And what did you do?

I grabbed him by his arm.

I got behind him
and put him in a chokehold.

Just to chill him out,
you know?

And he still
had the knife?

He kept trying to turn
and get at me with the knife.

So ljerked him up.

Told him to hold still.

Then he quit moving.

But I didn't mean to kill him.
I swear to God I didn't.

Did it ever occur to you that Mr. Walderman
picked up a knife because he was scared?

Look, all I know
is he attacked me.

I never put my hands
on him till then.

I just wanted him
to leave me alone.

You?

Or your son,
Mr. lnwood?

Objection, relevance.

Goes to motive.

I'll allow it.

JACK: Was your son Trey
at the video game signing?

Yeah.

Did you see Mr. Walderman
approach your son?

I was busy signing games.

My cousin told me about it.

And you were angry.

Harassing you was one thing, but
now he was harassing your son.

Objection.

Sustained.
Ask a question, Mr. McCoy.

Did you ask Trey
about it afterwards?

Yeah. He said some guy
came up to him at the party

and said something
ugly about me.

And what did
Mr. Walderman say to him?

I don't know, exactly.
Something disrespectful.

And how did
your son respond?

He was upset.

And that upset you?

How would you feel

if some guy said something bad
about you to your boy?

So you went to his apartment
and confronted him?

CHILES: Objection!
JUDGE: Sustained.

What did you say
to Mr. Walderman

about what he said
to your son?

Look, I just told him
that I didn't appreciate it,

and that he definitely crossed
the line when he did that.

Did you threaten him?

I just told him all of
it had to stop. Now.

And his response?

That's when
the dude attacked me.

How tall are you,
Mr. lnwood?

6' Q" .

How much do you weigh?

Two-fifty.

Mr. Walderman was 5'8",

and weighed 190 pounds.

SILAS: So?

An overweight,
42-year-old man

who worked at a desk
all his life.

He had a knife.

So you say.

Of course, we only have your word
for what happened that night.

Mr. Walderman isn't here to
tell us his side of the story.

YourHonon Mr. McCoy should
save his closing arguments

for the appropriate moment.

I agree. Mr. McCoy?

Your Honor, at this time I would like to
illustrate more concretely for the court

the disparity in size and strength
between the victim and the defendant.

CHILES: Your Honor?

What do you have in mind,
Mr. McCoy?

If Mr. lnwood would step down for
a moment from the witness stand

so that we can compare him

to someone roughly Mr. Walderman's
height, age and weight...

I object, Your Honor. Such a presentation
would be highly prejudicial.

JACK: It's one thing to say

that Mr. lnwood is a 6'9",
250-pound professional athlete

and Mr. Walderman
was a foot shorter,

60 pounds lighter, 15 years
older and an accountant.

It's another thing to see
the two men side by side,

and since Mr. Walderman
can't be with us.

I'll allow it. The witness will
please step down for a moment.

Stand there,
Mr. lnwood, please.

Officer, please
step forward.

How tall are you, sir?
5'10".

And how much
do you weigh?

195.

I take judicial note of the court
officer's height and weight.

Please stand next
to the defendant.

Thank you.

Now,

we can't know exactly
what happened that night

between Ira Walderman
and the defendant,

Silas lnwood,

but...

Judge for yourselves.

Your Honor.

Please sit down,
Mr. Chiles.

Has the jury
reached a verdict?

FOREWOMAN:
We have, Your Honor.

In "The People v.
Silas Inwood, "

we, the jury, find the
defendant guilty as charged.

A League spokesman was making the
rounds of the morning talk shows.

Let me guess,

now they're denouncing lnwood
for the thug that he is

and distancing themselves
as fast as they can.

The Cannons are trying to cancel
his contract. Morals clause.

It took long enough
to exercise it.

Did you see
this morning's headline?

"Inwood Out Of Luck."

I was referring to other one,

"lnwood Selling Out."

His jersey became the number-one
sports memorabilia item overnight.