All language subtitles for For the People - 05

Welcome to the Mother Court.

Ms. Krissman, I'm on duty today.

When cases come in, I e-mail them to you.

Anybody who's new,

this is United States Attorney,
Douglas Delap.

My mother came by for lunch
and wanted to say hi.

Senator Knox. A pleasure.

Calling your mommy is never a power move.

I don't want fun.

I want challenging, interesting.

You're smart, attractive.

You're a catch.

I'm gonna grab something
to eat if you...?

Think I'm out for this one.

Good night, Kate.

May I come in?

Shade grown. Macadamia milk.

And still I'll drink it.

- Why are you working out here?
- Mm.

My office... there's stuff in it.

You could move it.

And I like looking up at that.

- Duty.
- Duty.

- Duty.
- This makes you happy?

- A little bit.
- What do I do on duty?

Mm, you have two choices.

You can walk across Foley Square

and tell Tina Krissman you're on duty,

in which case, she'll give you this...

Okay. I got it.

Okay.

...or you can check your e-mail.
Either way.

Hey, what are you doing here?

- I work here.
- Fraud.

No, seriously.
I was sworn in with you guys.

That's my office right there.

I got a fraud case.

You had a fraud case, right?

Against Kate Littlejohn.

Is your case against Kate Littlejohn?

No.

Then you should be fine.

I meant, what are you
doing here so early?

Drug hearing.

And now I'm late.

What kind of fraud?

Wine?

Yes, Your Honor.

The defendant, Mr. Mahler,
is a wine forger.

As alleged the indictment,

Mr. Mahler was filling bottles

that appeared to be
rare and expensive vintages

with cheap, fake wine.

Basically fair, but I wouldn't
really call it "cheap".

No talking.

The indictment alleges he made millions.

Those assets were frozen
by the government, Your Honor.

Which is why he needs a public defender.

- Yes, Your Honor.
- Thank you.

With the standard restrictions

and the added requirement

that Mr. Mahler refrains from

the manufacture, sale,
or consumption of wine,

I'll release him pending trial.

We'll stand in recess.

I'd like for you to come by
my office this afternoon

so we can discuss some things.

- It's a date.
- It's not a date.

I can bring lunch.

Don't.

October 5th, 1998...

you remember anything about it?

I was in sixth grade.

Phil Stoller's wedding day.

Congressman Phil Stoller
from the New York 16th?

From the front page.

He's having an affair.

Wasn't a great wedding. Bad oysters.

An ice sculpture that melted
into the shape of a penis.

First dance to "Mustang Sally".

I knew the marriage
was never gonna work out.

I didn't know it was gonna take me out.

Out of what?

The woman Congressman Stoller
was having an affair with

was also married to a printer.

Two days after he found out
about the affair,

Stoller paid half a million dollars

in federal campaign funds

to the husband's printing business.

Hush money, so he wouldn't
expose the affair.

That's the question.

If we can prove Stoller paid the money

in order to keep the affair secret,

we have a case against him

for misappropriation of campaign funds.

If we can't, then we don't.

Roger's conflicted out
because he went to the wedding.

I've already suffered terribly.

That sculpture... it haunts me.

So, this is yours, son.

I honestly have no idea

who you are or where you came from,

but you have Roger's attention.

Nail this case, and you'll have mine.

What are you doing?

Getting ahead of things.

You're getting ahead of work
in my office?

No, I'm getting ahead of
you coming to my office

and interrupting my work.

If I start in here,

I figure I might be safe for the day.

I'll probably still come by.

I've got a big drug case.

This guy gets paid $100
to deliver a package,

throws it in his backpack,

goes into the station at 116th Street,

jumps a turnstile

and gets stopped by a few beat cops.

- Mm-hmm.
- That package?

57 grams of meth.

- 57 grams?
- That's right.

This is 57 grams, and anything over 50

is a mandatory minimum
of 10 years in prison.

The only thing big about your case...

is the sentence.

Thanks for the visit.

My cousin's friend had this friend.

Heard I knew this other guy
from back in the day.

Said I could make some money

if I was willing to be a go-between.

Had you done this before?

- Maybe a few times.
- Mm.

I'm a father now, you know?

I'm just trying to provide.

I didn't know what was in the backpack.

- What did you think it was?
- I don't know.

Something.

I didn't ask.

But I didn't know.

You think there's maybe
a way out of this?

I'll do everything I can.

I completely disagree.

Did you read the paper today?

I don't read the paper.

This kid, Julien Barley,
got stomped to death in prison.

Prison's a tough place.

He didn't belong there.

A lot of people don't.

He lived next door to a stash house.

He went over to play video games
with one of his friends

and the cops raided the place.

There were 12 kilos of cocaine

hidden away in the house.

And Julien?

Got 10 years for playing video games.

This is why I don't read the paper.

Why are you making me wait?

Right.

Just another day, Judge.

All rise.

- Mr. Oliver?
- Thank you, Your Honor.

Rodrigo Puente is charged
in Count 1 of the indictment

with the possession of
a controlled substance

with an intent to distribute.

What substance?

Methamphetamine.

Mr, Puente, have you had an opportunity

to read the indictment?

Yes, Your Honor.

And do you understand the nature
of the charges against you?

Yes, Your Honor.

Was Mr. Puente selling?

No, Your Honor.

- He was a courier?
- Yes, Your Honor.

How much meth?

57 grams.

57 grams?

This is a mandatory minimum of 10 years.

Yes, Your Honor.

Any criminal history?

- Two prior convictions.
- For?

Shoplifting and driving
with a suspended license.

- Misdemeanors.
- Yes, Your Honor.

Non-violent offenses

for which Mr. Puente served no jail time.

And yet still,
two criminal history points

under the statute,

which means he's ineligible
for the safety valve.

Yes, Your Honor.

In terms of a trial date, we propose...

I don't like this case, Mr. Oliver.

I'm sorry, Your Honor?

I don't like this case.

If Mr. Puente is convicted,

I'll be forced to impose a sentence

of 10 years in federal prison

with no chance of parole

on someone with essentially
no criminal history

for carrying a package of meth

the size of your phone.

This is the same mandatory minimum

Mr. Puente would face
for sex trafficking a child.

I am not going to sentence Mr. Puente

to 10 years in prison.

Not today.

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The judge wants us to take another look

- at the Puente prosecution.
- Done.

He's unhappy with the charges.

He's unhappy with the law.

Tell him to write his Congressman.

Do you actually want me to tell him that?

Or you can tell him
to rev up the DeLorean

and take Mr. Puente back in time

to before he decided to carry
57 grams of meth.

I'll probably just tell the
judge our position stands,

- leave out the rest.
- Either way.

Who's the judge?

Byrne.

Doesn't sound like Judge Byrne.

Is this unusual?

Judges will sometimes express their
displeasure about something.

I've never heard of something so direct.

It was pretty direct.

Who is that?

No idea.

That's her duty case?

Really?

Roger and Delap just gave me
a new investigation.

I'm incredibly happy for you.

Really?

No. I don't care.

It's a sensitive case, so I
can't get into the details...

Perfect.

If I can make this, I think I'll
really be on Delap's radar.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I'm going to donor lunch
tomorrow with my mom.

She always likes it when I show my
face, do a little "grip-and-grin".

If you're interested.

I don't grip, I don't grin.
Zero interest.

Yeah, you seem fine.

- Thanks for having me in.
- I'm your lawyer.

Still.

These are serious charges, Toby.

Well, then, I'm glad
I have a serious lawyer.

Too serious, maybe?

What is that?

The judge specifically said

no manufacturing, sale, or consumption.

This is a gift.

Have you ever had
a 1982 Chateau Blanquefort?

- It's evidence.
- Of God.

It's transcendent.

Lush and supple.

Velvet on the tongue, visceral.

Like nothing you've ever
experienced in your life.

The real stuff, anyway.

This... is a fake. Here, have it.

You'll never be able
to tell the difference.

I can tell the difference.

You can't. Most people can't.

Most people have no idea
what they're drinking.

If the label is attractive
and the price is high,

it's good.

If it's cheap and unattractive,

it's not good.

You went to Yale, right?

- Yes.
- Same thing.

I hear "Yale",

I think "you're a great lawyer."

I don't hear "Yale", then I wonder...

what are you?

I'm a great lawyer.

Ah, I hope so.

The point is, I love wine.

I dropped out of community
college when I was 19.

I worked for a year

to save up money to go to France,

and the day I had my first real Burgundy,

I knew.

This is what I was meant to do.

I loved everything about it...

the craft, the history.

Started collecting.

I was happy.

And then one day, I accidentally
bought a fake bottle.

It actually broke my heart.

I started to see it all around me.

The posers,

people pretending to care about wine

when all they cared about
was the money, the status.

Forgery was my revenge.

You know, if I hadn't slipped up

and made these little typos,

nobody ever would have known.

Your watch... it's a fake.

This was a gift from my parents.

It's the thought that counts.

People need to know the truth
about Congressman Stoller.

The truth is, I wanted to
leave my husband and marry Phil.

He begged me to wait
until after his reelection.

He told me he would leave his wife, too.

That was four years ago.

I let him string me along

until he and my husband
settled on a price.

Now I'm stuck in this hotel room.

No home to go back to.

I can't go outside without
the tabloids chasing me.

Your husband found out about the
affair on the morning of the 14th?

Yes.

And he confronted Stoller on the 15th.

Two days later on the 17th,

your husband's printing company

got a huge order
from the Stoller campaign...

half a million dollars.

Phil paid him off
to keep the affair quiet.

That's certainly what it looks like,

but it's circumstantial.

Except it's not. He told me.

My husband said he was gonna
make Phil pay.

- He said that?
- More than once.

And Phil called me and said
he was gonna pay.

Do you have any e-mails or texts

or any written communication
about any of this?

No.

But you have me.

Mr. Oliver.

Has the government had an opportunity
to reconsider its position?

Yes, Your Honor.

The government's position is unchanged.

Tell Roger Gunn I want to
see him in my chambers.

I've spoken to Mr. Gunn

and advised him of
the circumstances, Your Honor.

I'm here.

I represent the United States Government.

Mr. Oliver.

Please approach.

Did you represent
the United States Government

in the Locarno matter

when you added charges
to the superseding indictment

for the sole purpose of
pressuring Ms. Locarno

into a plea deal

in violation of the
US Attorney Manual 9-27.300?

I want to talk about Rodrigo Puente.

- I know why we're here.
- He's facing 10 years.

I didn't write the law.

- If he had seven grams less...
- He didn't.

I'm just trying to talk with you.

That's what this is, a talk?

Without defense counsel,
without a court reporter?

I don't like this kind of talk.

What are you doing, Judge?

I'm trying to do the right thing.

"I don't care about what you believe.

Win the damn case!"

That's what you taught me
when you had my job

and I was Seth Oliver.

I was wrong.

No, you were right.

You were tough.

You believed that if we got
emotional about every case,

we couldn't do our job
and that our job is important.

You said drugs had victims

and we cared about those victims.

You were right.

I'm not letting this go.

Then Rodrigo Puente

isn't the only person
who's gonna suffer here.

Well, that's a hell of a question, Steve,

how the Senate will handle
banking reform.

And you want me to answer that

with all these bankers
standing 10 feet away?

Thanks a lot!

Fortunately, I get to change the subject

and introduce my eldest son, Leonard,

who thinks I didn't see him slip in.

Jim Orsua at Hartmann-Carlyle?

- Yes.
- You talked to him?

Yes. He introduced himself.

He went to Harvard, too.

So did everyone in that room.

Charlie Phillips at Rincon.

Darren Caner from Rock River Equity.

Steve Hewes at Vonner Capital.

They've all been good supporters.

I talked to them all.

I need to get back.

To your investigation
of Congressman Stoller?

When were you gonna tell me?

You're interviewing his campaign staff.

It's all over Washington.

I don't have ravens watching you.

I can't talk about Congressman Stoller.

I don't want to talk
about the Congressman.

I want to talk about you.

This isn't good for you.

It could be. If I win.

And if you don't?

When was the last time I didn't win?

When you were a 1L.

I won the Hotchkiss prize.

Second semester, not the first.

I don't care about Stoller.

And I would never interfere
with a federal investigation.

All I'm saying
is that you need to be careful.

And I'm saying this as your mom.

I know you are.

And I appreciate it.

But I got this.

- Just the two of us?
- Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Puente needs to trade up.

If he can give
the government something...

You don't think I know this? I know this.

This is what I do.

This is what I did with you many times.

He doesn't have anything to trade, Judge.

He has to find someone.

Well, he can't make someone up.

He doesn't deserve this.

Neither did Jordan Ahmed.

Or Michael Frontiere.

Or Merced Jimenez,
and that was just last week.

We defend people like
Rodrigo Puente every day,

and every day, they don't deserve this.

Today is different.

The only thing
different about today is you.

You've imposed this sentence

more times than I can remember.

When you went to the bench,
I wasn't optimistic.

I'm speaking frankly, just the two of us.

But you've surprised me...
your compassion, your mercy.

You've also had blind spots,

and this was one of them.

This is a good thing,

whatever's happening to you.

"Stainless steel", blah, blah, blah.

Something about Geneva.

Okay, here it is...

each watch has a unique serial number

engraved on the back.

"H" followed by six numbers.

Toby's right. It's a fake.

Mm.

Do you have any idea how much
my parents paid for this?

Don't think about it.

Have more fake wine.

- Mmm. Ah!

I really can't tell the difference.

This guy is good.

- Looking.
- That too.

How is it that your first time on duty,

you get him?

Great packaging, I confess,

but this is a hard case inside.

He made fake wine. They found a lab.

None of this is really in question.

I should probably get rid of this, huh?

Why? Because it doesn't have
an authentic serial number?

Who cares?

You love that watch.

And it works.

Does it work?

Or do you think
that's why you get in late?

It bothers me it isn't real.

Are we really just going to
give up on that idea?

That there is something important

about quality and authenticity?

Am I really supposed to believe

that what's on the inside doesn't count?

Toby believes that.

He didn't always.

He didn't always believe that.

That's it.

Let's talk about Vonner Capital.

You know I have a tight schedule.

What's this all about?

Vonner Capital's where Phil Stoller went

for the money to pay off
his mistress' husband.

The top three executives
of Vonner Capital

are all huge donors of yours, too.

- I wasn't aware of that.
- I think you were.

I think that's why
you wanted me off this case.

If Vonner Capital gets implicated

in a federal criminal investigation,

you're linked to tainted donors,

forced to return millions
in contributions.

Your own fundraising
goes under the microscope.

If I was so worried this
investigation would tarnish me,

don't you think I'd ask you to drop it

- instead of dropping off of it?
- You're too smart.

That'd be obstruction.

My career does not depend on one donor.

Your career depends on
putting yourself first.

Ahead of your own son.

How can you even think that?

First campaign you ever ran,

how many TV ads did you stick me in?

Four?

I was a prop to you.

I still am.

You begged to be in those ads.

I was 10,

and maybe I just wanted
to be with my mom.

It's not my career, Leonard. It's ours.

In fact, yours more than mine.

And you're gonna go
a lot farther than I have.

You're gonna go all the way.

If we can give the government
someone higher up... anyone...

it might help.

I don't know anybody.

The person you got the package from.

A.P.

A.P.?

He made less on this than I did.

Is there anybody else?

I'm not in the game.

It was just... easy money.

This judge, he's all right, right?

He doesn't want
to sentence you to 10 years,

- but if you don't...
- 10 years.

10 years?

My son, he's six months old.

He's doing that thing where he...

he pulls himself up.

He's so proud, he's standing,

and then boom, he's flat, you know?

Like where the hell did
that floor come from?

How long have you been
with the DEA, Agent Manello?

11 years, 10 months.

Based on your training
and experience, Agent Manello,

do you have an opinion

as to whether drug organizations
ever use couriers

who are unaware of what
they're transporting?

I've never seen that, sir.

Agent Manello, you weren't
the arresting agent

- in this case, correct?
- That's correct.

And you have no previous history
with Mr. Puente?

Correct.

So is it fair to say that you
have no personal knowledge

as to whether Mr. Puente was aware

that the package he was carrying
contained methamphetamines?

I can only testify to my experience.

And in my experience,

drug couriers always know
what they are carrying

and when detained, always claim not to.

But isn't it possible
that Mr. Puente thought...

You ever order take-out?

Yes, Your Honor.

Ever pick up at the restaurant?

Bag is stapled.

You grab it, walk away,
don't look in the bag.

I suppose I have, Your Honor.

Now let's say you get stopped
on your walk home.

Police look in the bag.

Find out every carton in your take-out

is packed with cocaine.

What would you say?

I asked you a question.

I would say I didn't know
that was in there.

So you'd agree it's at least possible

Mr. Puente was carrying something

he didn't know the contents of, right?

I can't say.

Well, you've done that. You just
testified you've done that, right?

Answer the question, Agent Manello.

Objection.

Yes or no.

Objection.

I'm entitled to ask questions
in my own courtroom.

And I'm entitled to object.

This isn't gonna work.

What you're doing...
it's never gonna work.

You're right.

It's not.

I'm gonna instruct the jury
that if they convict Puente,

he faces a mandatory minimum

- of 10 years in prison.
- Judge...

You cannot tell the jury
about the potential sentence.

You cannot do that!

I can, and I'm going to.

That is a flagrant violation
of judicial conduct.

Jill, this is wrong.

I have a client.

I work for Rodrigo Puente.

I'm going to instruct the jury
about the sentence.

I'm not sentencing Mr. Puente
to 10 years in prison.

Forget your past with him for a second.

- This isn't about my past with him.
- He's a good judge.

I don't agree with him a lot. I don't.
But he's honorable.

If he's willing to try something
this extreme,

don't you think there
might be something here

worth taking a minute to...

There is nothing I can do.

You could drop the quantity of drugs

from the indictment.

That gets him out from
the mandatory minimum.

I don't want to get him out
from the mandatory minimum.

You're working from the wrong assumption.

This is the law.

I'm trying to enforce the law.

The Congressman places a massive order

with a small, unproven,

never-used-before printing company

owned by the husband of
the Congressman's mistress.

Bring charges.

Congressman places a substantial
but much-needed order

with a legitimate printing company

in the last days of an expensive

and competitive reelection campaign.

Don't bring charges.

The case relies entirely on the testimony

of a credible, sympathetic witness

with a consistent story

and nothing to materially gain by lying.

Bring charges.

A case that relies entirely

on the uncorroborated testimony

of a self-righteously angry witness

with a thirst for revenge.

Don't bring charges.

What's the score so far?

It's a three-way tie
between "bring charges,"

"don't bring charges,"
and "I shoot myself."

- Do you want to know what my gut says?
- No.

My gut says this a rare opportunity

to make a personal impression
on the United States Attorney

and the chance of that
happening again anytime soon

is slim to nada.

Don't do that.

Mix English and Spanish
in the same sentence.

- It's...
- Awesome?

Terrible. Look, there is evidence

and strong arguments on both sides.

There's no right answer here.

You just have to make a call.

Can you grab me that binder?

You gave up on what you cared about.

You love wine,

but you're helping to destroy it

in the name of revenge.

Don't do that.

If there is rampant fraud
in the industry,

why are you making it worse?

Why not try to stop it?

This is my defense?

Actually, it is.

1984 Garmeaux et Fournier.

Correct.

Hmm.

2005 Domaine Greuze Bourgogne.

This one isn't here.

It's probably claiming to be that
bottle of 1997 Domaine Sagnier,

which is a blend of pinot noir
and chardonnay,

but it's actually a mix of...

...Gamay...

Pinot gris.

That is correct.

Here's the deal.

You can continue with this case

against a small player like Toby,

who got into this forgery for noble,

albeit misguided reasons,

or you can retain the exclusive services

of one of the most distinguished
palates in the world

to help you in the detection
and prosecution

of systematic, large-scale wine fraud...

the kind of fraud that you
actually really care about.

I really want to take you to France.

Go ahead.

I believe that Congressman Stoller

misappropriated campaign funds

for the purposes of concealing
the affair he was having.

File the case.

But I don't believe I can prove it.

I can walk you through my rationale.

If there's no case, there's no case.

Walking out of my office now
would be just fine.

Thank you, Mr. Fox.

Knox.

Mr. Knox.

Doesn't sound like the Nick Byrne I know.

He used to be a judge.

People change.

File an emergency Writ of Mandamus

in the 2nd Circuit.

That'll prevent Byrne from
giving the jury instruction.

If he ignores that,
he's finished as a judge.

We can file a superseding indictment
without any quantity of drugs.

That would give the judge the flexibility

to avoid the mandatory minimum.

We don't do that.

This is an exceptional circumstance.

Why?

This defendant has no priors
with jail time.

That doesn't sound exceptional.

That sounds like
what the law contemplates.

Have you gone soft, Roger?

File the Writ.

File the Writ.

Yes, sir.

Young and ruthless.

Remember that?

You shouldn't have done that.

I was given an order.

You can question an order.

You have an ethical obligation

to question an order
you don't believe in.

"You're prosecuting the case
because I told you to.

I told you to prosecute the case

because she broke the law."

That's what you said last time
I questioned an order...

of yours.

Maybe I was wrong.

I don't think you were.

I filed the Writ.

- No charges.
- Okay, then.

I think I made the right decision.

I'm worried my mom got into my head.

Your mommy is in your head
and you're in my office.

Everyone is suffering.

Are you jealous?

- Of what?
- Me.

Why would I be jealous of you?

'Cause I got the high-profile
case and you didn't.

You mean the secret investigation

that turned into nothing?
No. Not jealous.

I'd understand if you were.

What do you want from me? You
want me to drop everything

to make you feel important? You
need to find somebody else

to babysit your self-esteem.

I don't want that job.

You're so judgmental.

Is that supposed to be an insult?

- I can do better.
- Unlikely.

You're cold.

Ouchy.

You're self-righteous. You're rigid.

You're boring, predictable, bland,

callow, shallow, pretentious,
sententious, whiny.

These are insults.

I want you to leave my office.

- Would it work?
- Would what work?

Us.

Would we work?

You asked me out for a drink
and I said no.

Because I worried about
what would happen to us.

Would it work?

It was just a drink.

I'm sorry if I gave you
the wrong impression.

Nothing to be sorry about.

Leonard?

I scored it 7-6 in favor of "no charges."

You did the right thing.

Thanks for keeping score.

Who delivers the Writ? Tina?

I think so. I don't know.

This is weird.

Yes.

Like, not in that way
where we don't know anything

and we think everything is weird.

This is actually weird.

That way. Yes.

When Byrne started 30 years ago,

he probably walked in here every day.

Feeling righteous,

waking up, wanting to do the right thing,

putting the bad guys in jail.

I'm sure it's intoxicating, in theory.

But it never ends.

There's always another bad guy,

and sometimes the bad guys
aren't that bad.

It must break you a little every day.

Not you... I don't mean you. Just...

...the idealism...

the belief in the law

and all that's right
and beautiful about it.

Maybe it's hard to sustain.

And then someone makes you a judge,

and now... now you have the power

because you decide.

But you don't, not really.
Not all the time.

At what point does some clerk

find you in your chambers
rending your garments

and carving "no hope" into your chest

with a picture of your dog
looking over you?

Dude.

Yep. Sorry.

Just talking.

I don't think Byrne's lost his idealism.

I don't think
he'd be doing this if he did.

I think that's what this is about.

It's real.

That righteous feeling
you wake up with ever day.

I wake up with it.

So do you.

The Second Circuit granted the Writ.

You can't issue those
instructions to the jury,

which means...

I know what it means.

It's time for me to step down.

Then you don't know what that means.

This all has to end somewhere.

Julien Barley is dead.

That is a fact.

It is a cold, sad fact,

but a fact nonetheless.

I looked it up.

You sentenced Julien Barley.

A cold, sad fact.

And nothing you're doing
is gonna bring him back.

I don't normally lecture grown men

because they're stupid
and they don't listen,

but you need to hear this.

You are rare.

You are good.

You're not the world's greatest judge,

but you're better than most.

You are fair.

You are a black man.

You keep hot sauce in your drawer.

You do more staying on the bench

than nailing yourself to this cross.

That's it.

I'm done.

You're a grown man.

The choice is yours.

Just let me know if, uh...
I got to get my own.

All rise!

The honorable
Judge Nicholas Byrne presiding.

Will the defendant please rise?

Mr. Puente, you have been found guilty

of possession of a controlled substance

with intent to distribute.

This was a non-violent offense.

You have been honest and forthright

in this courtroom.

You have shown remorse.

As far as I can tell,

you are a decent young man

who found himself in a bad situation.

I am not from New York,

but I am a New Yorker.

I cam here on a Greyhound bus

from Gasden, Alabama in 1965.

This city has changed
substantially since then.

There are no cars in Times Square.

Brooklyn is filled with high-rises.

Black folks are a minority
in Harlem these days.

Crime is at an all-time low in Manhattan.

But no one ever seems

to ask the question they should be asking

in between their Broadway shows
and swanky dinners.

"At what cost?"

Here, from this bench,

listening to cases just like yours,

I see the cost.

The cost looks me in the eye.

The cost runs deep.

It shatters lives,

splinters families,

destroys futures.

It is unrepentant.

This is rightly a bitter pill
to swallow, Mr. Puente...

...but you are the cost.

Julien Barley is the cost.

We are cannibalizing
a generation of New Yorkers...

...but this is happening
all over the country.

Low-level, non-violent crimes

that trigger disproportionate
mandatory minimum sentences.

And I'm part of the problem.

I have not spoken out
against these sentences.

I've failed you, I failed Julien Barley,

I've failed thousands of other
underrepresented people.

I have not done my duty as a New Yorker,

as a black American, as a father...

to protect people who look like me,

walk the same streets as I do,

from laws that are not designed
to rehabilitate,

but to destroy.

My hands are reluctantly
and unwillingly tied

in this situation.

I have no choice

but to sentence you, Mr. Puente,

to 10 years in federal prison.

I have no business

asking anything of you, Mr. Puente,

but I would ask you to take
a long look at your family

on your way out of this courtroom.

Lock that picture in your head

and do not let go of it.

Hold on to it.

That is hope

when there's no hope left.

Please...

do not let anyone
take that away from you.

One last thing, Mr. Puente.

I'm so very sorry.

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