All language subtitles for Law and order S20E07 - Boy Gone Astray

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.

Nina. Nina, come on.
Give me a chance.

You had your chance,
okay? We're done.

Thanks.

You can't do
this to me.

Yes, I can,
Lucas. Goodbye.

Victim's
Nina Wilshere.

Cat-lady down the hall
heard the shots
and called it in.

A minute later, the alarm
from the fire exit
downstairs went off.

Probably
the shooter
getting away.

Looks like the
Wild West in here.

I count at least a dozen
9 millimeter casings.

Yeah. Some slugs hit
the stereo equipment.

Maybe she played
her music too loud.

The rest of the place
looks untouched.

Oh!

What's that?

Well, looks like
somebody missed
the jackpot here.

It's a Reardon.

Ms. Wilshere
has a Basquiat,

a couple
of Glenn Ligons.

It's $2 million
worth of artwork, easy.

My guess,
our guy didn't
come for the art.

Got hits in the face,
in the upper torso.

Shooter probably
let loose the second
she opened the door.

Hello.

And goodbye.

My baby.

It doesn't make any sense.

Was she
seeing anyone?

I don't think
there was
anyone special.

Nina prized
her independence.

We understand.

Ma'am, we saw
that she had a lot
of expensive artwork.

She bought pieces
for her clients.

Nina had her own
interior design business.

She was very
successful.

We have to ask.

Did she have any
involvement with
drugs or gambling?

No, of course not.

I, um...

I have some
photo albums.

I'd like you
to see how special
my daughter was.

Please.

Two hours of
looking at old pictures.

You're complaining?

Ladies with their dogs,

children coming
home from school.
No suspects here.

Assuming the killers
entered through the lobby.

Killers?

Ballistics says
two guns were used.
Both nines.

There she is.

Back it up
a few seconds.

Freeze it there.

See if CSU can get
Prince Charming's
prints off that door.

Nina was going
to decorate
my office.

Ah, a chiropractor
with an interior designer?

Backaches
must pay well.

Yeah, we prefer the term
"Doctor of Chiropractic."

I'm stunned
that you know that
I saw her yesterday.

Oh, wait, I must've
touched something,

you found my fingerprints
and that DWI I got
a few years ago.

What did you
and Nina talk about?

The $5,000
that she owed me.

Owed you for?

I ran into Nina
in the Hamptons
last summer.

We hadn't seen each other
since prep school and we...

We reconnected.

She told me she was
an interior designer.

Next thing, I'm
coughing up a retainer.

Then, she blows me off
for three appointments.

So you went
looking for her.

No, no, no.
It's not like that.

It's just...
If she didn't want the job,
I wanted my money back.

She swore that
she would email me
some preliminary plans.

No big deal.

Looked like
a big deal
on the video.

No, guys, 5 grand
wasn't going to break me.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've got patients.

Where are we on
Ms. Wilshere's financials?

The lady didn't like
keeping her money
in a bank.

Her account has
the same $10,000 in it
for the past two years.

No withdrawals,
no deposits.

And, we know
she had money
to burn on artwork,

and a fancy apartment.

You mind
putting that away?
The smell is...

Sorry.

So, how much art
did she have?

I'd say three
to four million.

That's a lot of money
for an interior designer
no one's ever heard of.

First thing tomorrow,

talk to the gallery
that sold her
the paintings.

Maybe her real business
was money-laundering,

buying art with
someone else's dirty money.

- Okay.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Have a good night.

C'mon, Ma.
You didn't
touch your food.

Um, I had a big lunch.

Frank says you
haven't been eating
since the chemo started.

You two been talking
behind my back?

Point is,
I've got this friend
back in Burlington.

A nurse at
a cancer ward.

She gave me something
that might help.

Tell me that's not
what it looks like.

It's medical marijuana.
Legal in Vermont.

And still a crime
in New York.

I raised you
better than that.

Fine. Toss it.

My train leaves
in an hour.
I got to finish packing.

Damn.

Can you believe this?

Anita, he cares.

And you...

You knew about this?

Frank, what were
you thinking?

I... I'm a sworn
police officer.

You're a sick woman
who can't keep
her food down,

who spends half the day
doubled over in the bathroom.

This is a medicine
with proven benefits.

Now, I didn't fall in love
with a stupid woman, so...

Ms. Wilshere
always paid cash.
Many of our clients do.

Cash is king.

How much exactly
did she buy from you?

Uh, well, let me think.

There were
the Lorna Simpsons,
two Basquiats, the...

Yeah, the Adrian Pipers.
So, it was about,

$5 million total
over the last two years.

More than what
was in her apartment.

Do you always
deliver to her place?

Do you mean the one
on the 14th floor?

There's another one?

Yeah, she had a unit
on the 12th floor,

but, I think she mainly
used it for storage.

Thanks.

Well,
look at all this.

Well, I'm guessing
these aren't for her
wool sweaters.

Hey, guys,
open these, please?

Nice cabbage patch.

Wonder where
all this came from.
Whoa!

Skunk weed.

Forget interiors, our gal
was designing drug deals.

That's a hazardous
occupation.

Puts her argument
with our chiropractor
in a whole new light.

A fellow dope dealer?
He's got to be
on somebody's radar.

We've had a wire
up on Evra's phone
for the last month.

He's a small-time dealer.
We've been trying
to ID his supplier.

Well, we might
be able to help
you out with that.

Her name
is Nina Wilshere.
Figures.

We thought
it was a woman.

We just couldn't
trace the calls.

You have anything
from last Tuesday?

Uh... We have
outgoing calls
at 11:50 hours,

and one at 15:38 hours.

That's a few minutes
before she was shot.

Let's hear
that last one.

Hello?
Hey, it's Lucas.

- Don't... Don't hang up.
- Why are you calling me?

I don't want
to talk over the phone.

Can we just
meet for coffee?

I'll have the 10 grand
for you, I swear.

- Just don't freeze me out.
- Okay, okay.

Sounds like they
kissed and made up.

Hold on, there's
someone at the door. Yes?

I lost my key.

- Can I call my mom?
- Wait.

Lucas, I'll get back to you.
There's a kid at the door.

A kid.

I lost my key.

- Can I call my mom?
- Wait.

Lucas, I'll get back to you.
There's a kid at the door.

A minute after this,
the lady down the hall
heard the shots.

Yeah, we think the killers
used this kid to get
Nina to open her door.

But, didn't we see
a bunch of kids go
in that building?

Right, coming
back from school.

Let's see.

Okay, here we go.

Stop it there.

What about him?

See that bulge
in his waistband,
under his shirt?

He's carrying a piece.
Hmm.

The killers didn't use
the kids as access.

The killers
were the kids.

I remember them.

They were
hanging out over there,
kicking around a soccer ball.

You see them
run by, maybe
heading to the subway?

They didn't
come by here.

Maybe they got into a car.
You see a car waiting?

The only car I noticed,
was double-parked
in that no-loading zone.

Thoughtless bastard.

My delivery truck had to
park around the corner
because of him.

What kind of car?

Town Car, with a chauffeur.
He was there all afternoon.

You notice what
livery company it was?

The sticker said,
"Riverdale Limo."

Right under
the one that said,
"We hire jackasses."

Thanks.

We found the limo driver.

He was waiting
on a fare for three hours.

He didn't see anything,
but his dashboard camera
had a perfect view

through the rear window
of the front of Nina
Wilshere's building.

Hey, I just
uploaded the video.

There they go.
I can't make out
the license plate number.

It's a, uh,
Maserati, I think.

Yeah, a 2009
Maserati Quattroporte S.

4.7 liter V-eight,
430 ponies,

125 large, easy.

In Compton,
you either bang,

or watch the bangers
in their tricked-out whips.

I watched.

Well, there
can't be too many
Maserati Quattroportes

sold in the Tri-State area.
Try to run it down.

Chief?

You fellas
give us a minute?
Sure.

Word came back
to me that someone
in the building

smelled marijuana on you.

Are you out
of your mind?

You have 22 years in,
a pension...

Chief, I can explain.
Save it.

These mints could
take bark off a tree.
They'll clear your breath.

Okay.

Shower and change
your clothes
after you smoke.

This guy sells
medicinal dope.

He's careful
and discrete.

We clear?

Yeah. Sure.

Chief?

Ball cancer.
Three years ago.

That stuff
got me through it.

Just keep it square,
Lieutenant.
Don't go to pieces on me.

I sold that cherry
four months ago
to this Hispanic guy.

You got
a name for us?

Joe.

Joe, what?

Uh, just Joe.

He had us register the car
to Southwestern Supplies
in White Plains.

Turns out it's a PO box.

But, you sold him
the car anyway,
because, wild guess,

he paid in cash.

Fellas, I filled out
all the required forms.

The DMV was happy,
and I was happy.

Did he show you
a driver's license

before you let him
drive the car off the lot?

Of course.
It looked valid.

We're gonna need
you to help us
with a sketch.

You heard
from him since?

A few weeks ago.

One of his cars
wouldn't start.
Electrical thing.

It was in the driveway
of this house in Scarsdale.

We sent
a mechanic to it.

Nice digs.

Joe lives well.

Yeah, and quietly.
No ins or outs.

Surprise, surprise.
The house is
leased long term

to Southwestern Supplies,
the same ghost company

that owns the title
on the cars.

Two hours.
We've got to rustle up
some PC to go in,

or get some
hemorrhoid cream.

Hey.

- Party girls.
- Life is good.

Think that girl
is a good driver?

My money says she's not.

Hmm.

Yeah, I hope this guy's
not packing Viagra.

You have no right
to take us in over
a traffic violation,

especially since I did
come to a complete
stop at the corner.

So you say.

There's also your
suspended license,

the joint
in your ashtray,

the roll of 100s
in your purse.

This is not happening.

It doesn't have to.
A few answers
and you can go.

Like, who you were
visiting in the house.

Friends.

Okay, these friends
give you the money
in your purse?

They got names?

Okay, how about you
tell me if you saw
drugs in the house?

Or guns?

Forget it.
I want a lawyer.

The other girl
wouldn't talk either.

Whoever's in that house
is a lot scarier than we are.

Hey. The lab analyzed
the 100 dollar bills

taken from
the girl's purse.

They were all positive
for cocaine residue.

The girl has
a pros collar.

It's conceivable
that she provided
sexual services

for the occupant
of the house.

The occupant
gave the girl money
contaminated with cocaine.

Ergo, there's probable
cause to believe

that house has cocaine in it.

Go! Go! Go!

Police! Everyone
on the ground, now!

Get down!

Hey! Hey!

Get down! Down!

What, are you stupid,
or do you just want
to be shot, huh?

What you got here?

Nice. Where's Joe?

I don't know any Joe.

Stand up.
Who else
is in the house?

Nobody.
We live by ourselves.
It's our house, okay?

Yup. Your house,
your guns.

Take him.

"People v. Rafael Alvarez,
Samuel Molina
and Carlos Cabezas.

"Murder in the Second Degree."

Esther Pinne from Legal Aid.
I've been assigned to all
three defendants.

At this point, the People
have no objection
to the joint representation.

Good, because I've been
retained by the families
of the three children.

Marcus Woll, Your Honor.

Thanks for keeping
the seat warm.

My clients
plead not guilty.
I ask that they be ROR'd.

Judge, I know
Mr. Woll from his time
in the D.A.'s office.

The defendants come
from modest backgrounds,

and I am sure
that Mr. Woll
is not here pro bono.

I'd like to inquire
as to the source
of his retainer.

Counsel knows
that's not relevant.

What is relevant
is that we have
three juveniles,

two 14-year-olds,
and a 16-year-old,
without records.

Each of them will be tried
as an adult for his role
in a brutal execution.

Mr. Molina and Mr. Cabezas
are from Brownsville, Texas.

They don't even
have families here
to be released to.

Their guardians
are en route, Judge.

Good, they can visit them
at Bridges. Remanded.

Enjoy it while
it lasts, Connie.

Motion to suppress
all evidence found
inside the building.

Ballistics tied
the guns in the house
to Nina Wilshere's shooting,

and to two other murders
in Philly and in Newark.

The victims were all
major drug dealers.

The DEA suspects
they were targeted

by the Vela Cartel,
out of Mexico.

A Mexican drug cartel
is relying on children
to carry out their murders?

These children
are trained assassins.

Yeah, the police
found these in the house.

Some kind
of training camp?

Intel says it's
located somewhere

in the Sierra Madre
foothills of Eastern Mexico.

We figure
the Vela Cartel

trained and parked these
kids in the Scarsdale house
to use when needed.

And, for some reason,
they needed to kill
Nina Wilshere.

Which is odd,
because she
wasn't a major player.

We might get
the answer when we
find this Joe character.

Most likely, he ran
the assassination team.

We lean on the kids
hard enough,

one of them
might roll on him.

Assuming you survive
this motion to throw
out the evidence.

Marcus Woll was
a formidable attorney

when he worked
in this office.

No reason to think
he's slacked off now.

Ms. Vasquez
is a convicted prostitute.

It was reasonable
to assume she
received that money

from the occupants
of the house
in return for sex.

Since the money
tested positive
for cocaine,

it was reasonable
to suspect that cocaine

was present in the house.

Mr. Woll, do you dispute
the test results
on the money?

I don't, Your Honor,

provided the court
takes notice of a study

that shows that 90% of all
banknotes in circulation
contain cocaine residue.

If you can get
a search warrant

because a bill tests
positive for drugs,

then no home is safe
from unreasonable searches.

The home in question

had independent ties
to a drug murder.

You're reaching,
Counselor.

I'm suppressing everything
seized in the house
pursuant to that warrant.

In light of the court's
ruling, I move to dismiss

all charges
against my clients
for lack of evidence.

We have video placing
Alvarez and Molina
at the crime scene.

I'll sustain the indictments
against Alvarez and Molina.

But, I'm dismissing all
charges against Mr. Cabezas.

Okay, we lost the driver
of the getaway car,

but we still
have the shooters.

Without the murder weapons,
we don't have much
leverage on them.

Maybe we can try talking
to Rafa Alvarez's parents.

I know they live
in Washington Heights.

They got here
early this morning.

They're concerned.
It's a start.

Rafa was hanging out
with older boys
at a pool hall.

Then, one day,
six months ago,
he don't come home.

So...
He was taken to Mexico.

He was turned
into a trained killer.

We tried to find him,
but no one would help us.

We heard he
was in a gang, but...

Ricardo, don't talk
about those people.

Any idea who
recruited him?

Maybe... Maybe
it was this man.

No.

Are you making birria?
It smells delicious.

Do you use pork or beef?

Pork.

Mrs. Alvarez, we
know you're scared.

But, we can help Rafa.

We want the people
who told him
to kill this girl.

You think we can
change Rafa's mind?

We went to see
him yesterday.

He laughed
about that girl.

What did he say?

He sing this song.

La Gringa Brava
has no fear.

She has a lion's heart.

Isabel, we should
just listen.

See how they can
help us with Rafa.

No. I will not
ask him to speak
against those people.

We have other children
to worry about.

I am... I'm sorry.

This kid's never
going to cooperate.

He murders a woman
then he sings about it?

The boys shot up
Nina Wilshere's stereo
when they killed her.

Maybe, there's more
to this song than
just boasting.

The police found it
on Wilshere's iPod,

and on a laptop
in the Scarsdale house.

It's about a
Mexican drug family.

The song says
the family is so bad

that they have hot,
Yankee blondes selling
their dope for them.

It's a tribute.

It's a narcocorrido,
a drug ballad.

They're very
popular in Mexico,

and in the Latin
communities in the U.S.

These guys are folk heroes.

Not to mention
pushers and murderers.

Well, you'd have
to know Mexico's
colonial history.

Banditos fought the power.

Banditos like my ancestor,
Juan Cortina.

People revered them.

Your ancestor?
Maybe I should keep
a closer eye on you.

So, the Vela Cartel
targeted Nina Wilshere

because she was in a song
that extolled the virtues
of a rival cartel.

Yeah, well, it's called
talking smack
with a semi-automatic.

It would be helpful
to know which cartel
Nina worked for.

The song doesn't
mention them by name.

I might be able to help.

Another outlaw relative?

Worse. My old
high-school boyfriend.

Tune's been on the internet
for a couple of months now.

A band called
Los Vagabundos.

Do they have
any affiliation
with the drug cartels?

The Ramon Family,
from Zacatecas.

So I hear.

Baby, I...
I just can't get over
how respectable you look.

Jonny, please, um...
This is my boss.

Sorry. Hey, you hear
the latest song
about la Gringa Brava?

It says
the Ramon Family
are cowards,

that they let a woman
do a man's work.

And later in the song,
it says,

"But, now she's dead,
and she isn't
so pretty anymore."

And who did this song?

Los Guerreros.

One of the house bands
for the Vela Cartel.

So I hear.

The song also says
that she took four
bullets to the face.

That detail wasn't
released to the press.

When exactly did
this song come out?
The exact day?

It got put on the internet
on the 15th.

That's the Tuesday
Nina was shot.

Somebody fed
the information
to the band.

I'm guessing someone
with an intimate
knowledge of the murder.

If we want
to find this band,
Los Guerreros...

Just for you, baby.

Los Guerreros
are touring
the Tri-State area,

and their next gig
is tonight,
in New Jersey.

Thanks.

Excuse me. Manhattan D.A.

What happened?
Band called Los Guerreros.

They were unloading
for their gig.

Witnesses saw two
black SUVs pull up.
Occupants started shooting.

Anybody get
a plate number?
Not from this crowd.

Nina's people
are probably behind this.

Paying back
Los Guerreros
for their song

about la Gringa
Brava's murder.

I want to know
who told them about
the bullets in her face.

The full lyrics of the song
about Nina's murder
were in the band's songbook.

But this page
was in a knapsack
in the van.

It just has the verse
about the four bullets.

It's different handwriting.

Yeah, well, the song
had a ghostwriter.

We're hoping the ghost
left fingerprints.

A fire-fight over
a couple of songs.
Unbelievable.

As if these cartels
need a pretext to kill.

The higher the body count,
the higher their standing.

Got a hit on those
prints off the lyrics.
His name is Eddy Blanco.

Narcotics Division
says he's a lieutenant
for the Vela Cartel.

A little birdie tells me
he bought those fancy
cars for the kids.

Probably gave them
their marching orders, too.

Let's pick him up.

On it.

NYPD. Put your
hands on the car,
and don't turn around.

We're coming
for you, Eddy.

About what?

You're under arrest
for filing a false
registration with the D.M.V.

Don't bother
reading my rights.
I want Marcus Woll.

Great. Now, Woll
represents Blanco

and the kids we need
to roll on Blanco.

Rafa Alvarez is a minor.
His parents have final say
on who represents him.

His name
is Eddy Blanco.
Did Rafa ever mention him?

No. Who is he?

He's the man
who turned your son
into a killer.

Your son is going
to die in prison,
unless he cooperates.

We told you.
He don't listen to us.

It is true.
We go see Rafa and
Mr. Woll is always there.

What do we say?
Well, for starters,
you can fire Mr. Woll.

You're Rafa's parents,
you have the right
to choose his lawyer.

Mr. Woll cares only
about the big bosses.

He doesn't care
about your son.

Enough.

Mrs. Alvarez...
If Rafa talks,
they will kill him.

They will kill
all my children.

Ricardo, let's go.

No.
Ricardo...

No! I can protect
my own family.

Rafa will not die in jail.
He will have a life.

What do you
need us to do?

Your Honor, Mr. Cutter
is boldly interfering

with my representation
of my client.

The defendant's parents
conveyed to me their intent
to change attorneys.

My client has
a right to the counsel
of his own choosing.

He's an emancipated minor,
whose parents effectively
abandoned him months ago.

He was spirited
away to Mexico

to learn the trade
of an assassin.

He was kept in a house,
and plied with drugs...

Allegations,
Your Honor.

The D.A. Is charging
him as an adult,

so, the court should
treat him as such.

Rafa, are you happy
with your lawyer?

Yes. I don't
want anyone else.

Only Mr. Woll, okay?

Your Honor, Mr. Woll
is hopelessly conflicted

by virtue of representing
three co-defendants
in the same murder case.

Given the circumstances,
I don't think

Mr. And Mrs. Alvarez
have relinquished
their parental rights.

Judge, this is a
constitutional outrage.

Defense
counsel is recused.

Court-appointed counsel
will be assigned
to Mr. Alvarez.

At least now we have
a fighting chance.

Well, let's hope
Rafa Alvarez still does.

In return
for your testimony,

you'd be sentenced
as a juvenile.

That means you'd be
free in four years.

I'm not a rat.

It's not about that.

It's about your future.

You think I'm
scared of jail?
I'm not.

Don't tell me what
to do. I don't take
orders from you.

But, you do from...
From those animals?

I want to go now, okay?

Rafa, listen
to your parents.

They put themselves
in great danger
to help you.

I want to go!

We're done here.

I'm so sorry.
We'll keep trying.

Six months with
the Mexican mob has
done a number on this kid.

Well, they programmed
him to be a killer.

Maybe, we can find
someone to deprogram him.

I see a lot of parallels
between this boy

and the child soldiers
I met in Africa.

It's not hard
to desensitize
boys to violence.

You throw in
a system of rewards,
video games, drugs, sex.

So, how do we reach him?

Well, in Africa,
we reintroduced

the child soldiers back
into their old villages,
into their old lives.

To help them rediscover
their humanity.

We don't have
a lot of time.

Well, it's not
as daunting
as it sounds.

Breakthroughs
can be triggered
by the smallest thing.

For example?

You shoot for something
that taps into
the side of the boy

that's still a kid
that loves his family.

Do that, and chances are,
the walls will come
tumbling down.

My client has already
stated that he has no
interest in cooperating.

Understood. Doctor Burkardt
just wants an opportunity
to talk with him.

I don't want
to talk to anybody.

All right.
Then, let's talk about
Rafa's pre-trial detention.

We'll be working
through lunch.

Rafa, if you want
to order something...

I just want
to get out of here.

His current facility
has a poor safety record.

We've approached
the D.O.J.J.

And they've agreed
to relocate him.

Rafa's parents have also said
they want him in a facility
closer to their home.

Well, if there's
an opportunity to improve

the conditions of my
client's incarceration,
we'll listen.

It's birria.
Your mom sent it over
for helping you.

Okay, so there is
a facility 15 miles
from his house.

Rafa, what do you think?

Rafa?

There's plenty here.

Here.

We also have
reciprocity with facilities
in northern New Jersey.

Now, until
we can move him,
he'll continue

to be housed
in the segregated unit.

They took me
to this ranch in Mexico.

They gave us guns,
showed us how to shoot them.

They made us
feel important.

They brought us back,
put us in this
big house and...

Rafa, I understand
you just finished

two weeks of therapy
with Doctor Burkardt.

I understand some things
might still be hard
for you to talk about.

It's like I woke up
from a bad dream.

Did it always feel
like a bad dream?

No. At first,
it was like being
in a video game.

It was exciting.

Then, it stopped
being exciting?

Yes.

When was that?

They made us
take cocaine.
I didn't want to,

but they said it
would relax us,
you know?

But, I'd never
done it before.

I threw up.
It was scary.

What else
happened that was scary?

They would send
these older girls over.

I'd never even
kissed a girl.

But, they said
a man did more than kiss.

Rafa, after you
got to the house,

who was the person
who told you what to do?

Eddy Blanco.
He gave us our missions.

And, what was a mission?

You know, to kill someone.
A person.

Did Mr. Blanco
tell you to kill a woman

named Nina Wilshere?

Yes. He showed
us her picture,
and where she lived.

He told us how
to get into her place.

And did you kill her?

Yes.

And, how'd
that make you feel?

I never thought
about it, you know?

Eddy said not to.

Like always, we'd come back
when we were done,

and have pizza, and tequila
and watch movies and...

Okay.

So, the grand jury came back

with a murder indictment
against Blanco.

There's been
a development.

My detectives found
this on the internet.

What are they saying?

Um... It's...
It's about the, um...

The female lawyer
in New York who
took on the Vela Cartel.

The dead female lawyer.
They're threatening me.

And they follow
through on their threats.

Connie, I'd like
you off this case.

No. I... I want to see
this through, Jack.

You and Mr. Cutter
are getting
security details.

And, I'll see to it
that the detectives
assigned are hand-picked.

And, do you
recognize these two boys?

I do. Sammy Molina
and Rafa Alvarez.

The same two boys
we just saw entering

Ms. Wilshere's building
10 minutes prior.

Now, the time stamp
on the video reads 3:42 p.m.

When was Ms. Wilshere
shot to death?

About three minutes earlier.

Thank you.

No questions, Your Honor.

Your next witness,
Mr. Cutter?

The People call
Rafael Alvarez.

Sidebar, Your Honor.

Judge, I move
to exclude this witness.

He's a minor who was kept
in a coercive environment

for two weeks, and subjected
to psychological manipulation.

Mr. Alvarez underwent
routine counseling

after six months
in the thrall
of a drug cartel.

Your case does rest largely

on the boy's
testimony, Mr. Cutter.

Mr. Woll's allegation
is a serious one.

I'm obliged
to hear the motion.

I request 48 hours
to fully brief the matter,
Your Honor.

Our witness
is prepped and ready.

The motion should
be heard right now.

You have 24 hours, Mr. Woll.

We're adjourned
till 1:00 p.m. Tomorrow.

What's happening?
It's nothing
to worry about.

You'll, uh...
You'll testify tomorrow.

But, I'm ready now.

It'll be over soon,
okay?

Officers, please give him
a moment with his parents.

They're stalling.

I want security where
Rafa's being kept
doubled.

Got it.

I found
a half a dozen
cases on point, Mike.

Woll has zero basis
for precluding
Rafa's testimony.

All right,
I'll see you there.

Counselor?
I got here early.
I brought you a coffee.

You were supposed
to wait inside.
Everything okay?

Yeah, I'm good.
Um, we can go.

Courthouse, right?

No, uh, Bronxville
Juvenile Facility.

He was brushing
his teeth in the bathroom.
His throat was slashed.

He bled out
before he was found.

We have no suspects,

and, of course
we have no cameras
in the bathroom.

Thank you, Warden.

What happened to Sammy
can't happen to you, okay?

You're protected.

Your family has been
moved to a secure
location. They're safe.

After the motion,
you'll testify.

Then you can
begin a new life.

You think I'm stupid?

That I don't know
what they'll do
to me if I talk?

To my family?

They'll send 10 guys
like me after us.

Rafa, I promise
we'll protect you.

You can't. Look what
they did to Sammy.

And, he wasn't
even a snitch.

I'm not
testifying, get it?

I'm not.

I think we need
a little time.

How'd he take it?

He shut down.

The Vela Cartel
sent Rafa a message.

Yeah, message received.
Now, what do we do?

What any good
lawyer does. Bluff.

The motion's
this afternoon, Mr. Blanco.

And, here's the reality.
It will be denied.

And when it is,
Rafa will take the stand,

and you will be
convicted of murder.

You seem very confident.

Which makes me wonder
why you wanted a sit-down.

Because,
we're in the business
of minimizing risk.

Second degree murder,
15-to-25,

and he names names.

Win the motion,
lose the motion,

my client wants
his day in court.

Your witness, Mike.

I've read the affidavits
and the psychiatric report.

I see no evidence of
psychological manipulation.

Appropriate standards
of witness preparation
were followed, Mr. Woll.

Defense motion is denied.

The People may
call Mr. Alvarez
as their next witness.

Let's bring in the jury.

Your Honor,
the People request
a brief continuance.

Since Mr. Blanco's
co-defendant was murdered,

we need to adjust
our case accordingly.

Mr. Molina's
unfortunate death

doesn't change their
theory of the case.

I agree, Mr. Cutter.
It doesn't.

There is another issue.

Our witness
is a 14-year-old boy

who's understandably
distressed by his
friend's death.

Please.
Until recently,
Mr. Cutter

was calling him
a brutal killer.

What, and now
the kid's overcome
by sentiment?

It's a simple
humanitarian request.

My client has a right
to a speedy trial.

If the People
aren't ready to proceed,
I move to dismiss.

No delay is warranted,
Mr. Cutter.

You have two hours
to produce your witness,

or I am kicking this.

I know this is hard,
and really scary.

But, you can't give up, Rafa.

You have the rest
of your life
to think about here.

You testify, then it's done.
We will relocate your family,

and you can join them
in a few years.

You can start over.

Or, you can keep quiet.

The Judge will
dismiss the case.

Eddy Blanco will be out.
You'll be in prison.

And, you won't be able
to protect your family.

Rafa, please.
Your family loves you.

You can't do this to them.

We have to buy more time.
I know we can reach him.

He's already been reached.