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- Do you have a girlfriend?
- No. Do you?

Would that turn you on?

Now watch this.

What is that?

This is the party you missed.

We pulled him over
on 65th Street driving a cab.

He was stone intox, like crash-landed.

- You didn't administer?
- Didn't get the chance.

Call came in.
We had to take him with us.

Couldn't have him driving off
in that condition.

I was running a check on him
when the call came in...

...so we put him in the car
and responded.

And then we found the girl.

Apparently, you vomited,
up there in the crime scene.

I was gagging, not puking.

- That's nothing to be ashamed of.
- No. I'm just saying.

I just wanna be really
clear about that...

...because Bell's been going around
telling everybody I was puking.

At any point when you had him
in your custody...

...did he say or do anything unusual?

No. He was as quiet as a mouse.

- Let's go.
- All right.

Don't worry, Paulie. I'll be there.

We'll settle up with the money after.

You're asthmatic, huh?
I used to have it when I was a kid.

I know it when I hear it.
You might grow out of it.

It's the same family as eczema,
only that just keeps getting worse.

Well, I'm not sure
how it's gonna play.

- What?
- The asthma.

It might not be a bad thing.

Well, then again, a knife-wielding...

...heavy-breathing sex brute
is not a pretty picture.

- Sex brute?
- Hmm.

Okay. You need to understand
what happened here, all right?

We were at her place,
we were drinking. I don't drink.

- She started giving me all kinds—
- I wanna tell you something...

...and it's the most
important thing...

...you'll ever hear
in your entire life...

...so don't not hear it. Shut it.

They come up with their story,
we come up with ours.

The jury gets to decide
which they like best.

Now, the good news is...

...we get to hear what
their story is first...

...before we have to tell them ours.

So we keep our mouths shut
until we know what they're doing.

You keep saying "story,"
like I'm making it up.

I wanna tell you the truth.

You really, really don't.
I don't wanna be stuck with the truth.

Not until I have to be.

But you need to know what happened.

I need...

...to be flexible.

I don't believe you're doing this now.

I'm not slowing anything down.

- Now you are.
- I'm ready.

Oh, my purse.

Let's go.

- Hello.
- Mr. Taylor?

Who the fuck is this?

Detective Sergeant Dennis Box.

- What'd she do now?
- Excuse me?

Whatever it is, you can keep her there.
I'm not coming down.

Actually, that's exactly
what I need you to do.

I said, no. I'm tired of it.

Mr. Taylor, I need to see you.
I'm gonna give you an address.

It's important.

You got a pen?

Thanks.

There's a cat around here somewhere.

If you're wondering
why you're itching.

You reach next to kin?

Mm-hm.

Box is the senior man here.

He got that way
by doing what he does well.

He rolls up his sleeves,
delegates nothing...

...takes all things personally.

He seemed okay to me.

You're a kid who's never set foot
in a police station, Naz.

How would you know that or anything?

I'm not saying he's a bad cop.

On the contrary. He's very good.

And like all good cops...

...he does you over
just inside the rules.

He's a talented
oppressor, a subtle beast.

- What do you got, Dennis?
- Not yet.

- Off the record.
- Not yet.

Word is, some Arab cabby's in custody.

What's his name?

Victim's name at least.

- Okey-dokey.
- Eddie.

I don't wanna read anything in
the paper that's news to me.

- And the dude that I called—
- Oh, shit. I gotta go.

Where?

I have to be in court
in half an hour...

...or the judge will have my head.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Meanwhile, you just hang tight...

- ...and what?
- Don't talk to anybody.

Very good.

Wayne! Klein!
Somebody let me out of here!

Hello?

No.

Hello?

Cornish.

Come.

Have a seat.

She's out there?

No.

Okay, I have two photos here...

...that might or
might not be of your daughter.

- Stepdaughter.
- Stepdaughter. Fine.

I'd like you take a look at
these photos, and if they...

If it's her, all you have to do
is initial the back and we're done.

I don't have to look at the body?

No.

Okay.

I have to warn you, pictures
like this can be kind of gritty.

Gritty?

The subjects aren't featured
in their best light.

Would you like a glass of water?

Okay.

It's not her.

You sure?

Of course I'm sure. It's not her.

All right, Mr. Taylor. I understand.

Let's go take a look
at the body itself.

Why?

Just to be sure. This way.

It's her.

- Hey, Joey. How you doing?
- Good.

Excuse me, sir. I'm an attorney
and I'm late for my trial.

Excuse me. I'm an attorney
and I'm late for my trial.

Yeah? Who is it? Get in line.

- Can I—?
- No.

Arms out.

Hi. We're here to see our son.

- Is he a collar?
- What? Yes. He called us.

Is he arrested, I'm asking.

Sorry, no. Yes, but it was a mistake.

- Always is. Name?
- Salim Khan.

No Salim Khan here.

No. My name is Salim, I'm sorry.

His is Nasir. He's our son.

Nasir. Nasir Khan. No.

I don't understand. He called us.
He told us that he'd been arrested.

- Where?
- Here, in Manhattan.

- Where in Manhattan?
- Did he say?

No.

I don't know.

What did he do?

Someone was killed
and they think that—

It's crazy, but they think he did it.

Any homicides last night?

Some Muslim freak carved up a girl
in the 2-1.

You're in the wrong precinct.

This is the 1-2.
You gotta go to the 2-1.

- Thank you.
- All right. Good luck.

- You gotta be kidding me.
- Arms out.

Shoes off.

I don't think you want me to do that.

- Is it contagious?
- No.

But still.

All right. Go on. Next.

We'll notify you
when we're done with the decedent.

In the meantime, you need to choose
a state-licensed funeral home—

We are prohibited
from recommending one.

—and give us their
contact information.

Since this is a criminal case...

...the personal property
of the decedent will be held...

...until after trial and
appeals, if any.

Sign here. I've told you this
information and you understand it.

Mr. Taylor?

I wanna say I'm sorry.

I know it's hard coming down here
and doing what you just did.

I didn't wanna see her.

Is that bad?

Completely understandable.

What happened?

That's what we're
trying to figure out.

You can be helpful.

Maybe we could go sit somewhere
and talk, if that's all right.

- Where's your tie?
- I don't have a tie.

You cheated a lot of people,
Mr. Gerwitz...

...and you did it
with a smile and a handshake.

I'll never live it down, judge.

I'll never stop trying to make amends.

Someone pass me a hankie.

I'm sentencing you to 18 months...

...in the Franklin Correctional Facility.

No, you will not be able
to work on your backhand there.

Eighteen months?
That's all he get?

- I deserve it, Your Honor.
- You bet you do. Next.

Talk to him.

Hi. We'd like to see our son.
His name is Nasir Khan.

The Khan kid, how old is he?

- How should I know?
- Twenty-three.

- Can't do it, then.
- Why?

Five tokes over the line.

- Excuse me. What?
- He's an adult.

- We are not leaving.
- Free country.

On the phone, you thought
I was calling to say she'd been arrested.

- She's been in trouble before?
- Mm-hm.

What kind?

Drugs, mainly.

- Which?
- You name it.

Forgive me for asking this.

It's only because we're trying
to determine if she knew her attacker.

Was she involved in prostitution?

No.

When I say no, I think no.

You don't know for sure?

There's a lot I don't know about her.

Her mother and I weren't married
all that long.

Where's her mother?

- She died last year, cancer.
- Sorry to hear.

Her father?

Died when Andrea was, like, 10.

He was quite a bit older
than Evelyn, my wife.

- She go to school?
- Not for a while.

- Job?
- Job? No.

- Boyfriend?
- Lots of those.

She ever mention the name Nasir Khan?
Goes by Naz.

Is that who did it?

- He's a suspect.
- In custody?

We're talking to him. You knew him?

Naz?

- No. Did she know him?
- She may have just met him.

I'd like to show you some pictures.

- I don't wanna see those.
- Not of her, of him.

In case you've seen him around.

- He's an Arab?
- No.

- He's not an Arab?
- No.

What are they?

Any of them look familiar?

No.

The house will be sealed for a while.

You got some place you can stay?

I don't live there.

It's Andrea's house, her mother's.

I live in Queens.

Three years,
to commence immediately...

...at the Cape Vincent Correctional Center.

You'll like it up there, Mr. G.

Right on the border with Canada,
no frets about humidity.

- Next.
- Thank you, Your Honor.

Three years?

How come I can't get time
like the Jew got?

You want Jew time?
Do a Jew crime. Next.

Thank you, Your Honor.
I think what he meant to say was—

- Next.
- Thank you. Let's go.

Come on, man. Let's go.

- His parents?
- Yeah. They wanted to see him.

I told them no dice,
he's not a juvenile.

Who's that with him? Their attorney?

No. Stone. I have no idea who that is.

- Stone?
- Can you believe it?

How did that happen?

He was just here,
as far as I can tell, trolling.

Sergeant, they're his parents.

Where's the harm
in letting them see their son?

You want me to argue with you a little,
or just leave it at that?

Leave it at that.

Your parents are here.

You don't wanna see them?

Sit down. No contact, please.

- Can I give him this?
- No.

This is all a mistake.

You had nothing to do
with what they're saying.

Listen, Baba, they're not lying.
I was there.

Where? How? Doing what?

I was there with her and then I got sick,
so I fell asleep.

When I woke up, she was dead.

So I ran away.

Why did you run away?
You didn't do anything.

- I was scared.
- Did you know this girl?

No, I only met her.
I didn't even know her name.

They said you had a knife on you.
You didn't, right?

I did.

What knife?

- It was there. I took it.
- Why?

I don't know.

I don't know what happened.
I can't remember.

But I know I didn't do
anything to hurt her.

I swear.

Baba, it's me.

Okay, there you are, huh?

Did you tell them these things
that you're telling us?

I'm not talking to them anymore.

Why not? You need to explain it to them.

My lawyer says not to.

What lawyer? How do you have a lawyer?

He just appeared.

Is he a— What do you call it?
—a public lawyer?

I don't think so.

What's his name?

He told me, but I don't remember.

Why isn't he here?

Well, he said he'd be right back.

- Is our time up?
- No.

I just wanted to make sure
you're okay in here.

Thank you for letting us see him.

- May I please give him this?
- Ammi.

I'm sorry, no. Rules.

But a mother's prayers
never hurt anyone.

He seems like a nice man.

He's a subtle beast.

A what?

Frappuccino would be nice
if anyone's going out.

How's the feet?

Embarrassing. Thanks for asking.

- How's the investigation?
- Clearer by the minute.

Oh, I doubt that.

- I wanna talk to the boy again.
- Yeah. I wanna live forever.

- I had to ask.
- You did.

- But did you before?
- Didn't have to before.

You hadn't swooped down on him yet.

"Swooped"? That's a strong word.

- I feel for him.
- I'm sure you do.

I do. I let him talk to
his distraught parents.

Yeah? You tape it?

This is a little out of your league,
isn't it, John?

Bloomberg would've been appalled
by the snacks here.

You're not gonna get rich off of it,
if that's what you're thinking.

- It's gonna be the shortest trial in history.
- Yeah?

Is that why you haven't charged him?

Doesn't feel right for it, does he?

Something in your gut
isn't liking him for this...

...and you can't bring yourself
to pull the switch.

Mr. and Mrs. Khan?

I'm John Stone, your son's attorney.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Thank you.

- Would you like one?
- No, thank you.

How about you? Hmm.

Come on.
We'll talk a little bit over here.

I don't know what they have
and what they don't have...

...but if they had what they needed,
he'd be charged by now...

...and he hasn't been.

Other than possession of the knife.

They can hold him on that.
But this is good.

It means they're not
sure about the rest.

In any case, there's nothing
you can do sitting here waiting.

You should go home. I'll let you know
the minute something changes.

You understand what I just said?

- Yeah. Of course.
- Yes.

- But he didn't do this.
- Of course he didn't.

I will call you.

I told you not to talk to anybody.

- I didn't, only to my parents.
- I said anybody.

While you were talking to them,
you know who was listening in...

...which he can do legally,
just not with me and you?

- Box.
- I didn't say anything.

Sure you did.
You had a conversation. You conversed.

And I won't know exactly what you
said until it shows up in court.

I said I didn't do it.

I don't understand
how the truth can hurt me.

Again with this. Christ!
Okay, Naz, you're the jury.

Run the truth by yourself.

Who killed this girl? Someone else?

Or the guy with blood on him,
his fingerprints on everything...

...and the murder
weapon in his pocket?

The truth can go to hell
because it doesn't help you.

And if you can't get that
through your head right now...

...you can forget about
the rest of your life.

- You think I did it.
- I don't think anything.

- Khan? What is that, Arabic?
- Pakistani.

- What is he saying?
- He didn't do it.

- Do what?
- Exactly.

You call the DA yet?
You're gonna have to soon.

And I will.

Well, this is a... This is a lock?

Prints, weapons, witnesses.
We got it all.

- Nonetheless.
- I know.

A confession would be deadly.

It's an ambulance siren, John.

If you hurry,
you could probably catch it.

Heh. Hey. How'd it work out
with that IAD investigation, Lucas?

You still carrying a gun?

Anybody say you could
drink our coffee?

Is that what this is?

Hey, how's it going with that Arab kid?

You sure he's low-life enough for you?

You know, Raymond,
someday when you got the time...

...I'd love you to teach me...

...that choke hold you used
on the Ortega kid.

I can show you now if you want.

We can go outside.

Your parents are nice people.

I'm gonna try and expedite...

...get that cab back to your father
as soon as possible.

I know how important that is.

We're both working men.

Your lawyer tell you
not to talk to me anymore?

Not even casually?

He ask you how it happened?

He didn't? Doesn't surprise me.

Makes no difference to him,
or to his job.

And you are a job to him, Naz,
make no mistake.

He's gonna make money off this,
your parents' money.

The longer it takes,
the more he makes.

They can't afford that, can they?

You know where he is right now?

Downstairs drinking coffee
with the detectives...

...breaking each other's balls.

Because the fact is, it's a big club,
the criminal justice system.

We can't exist without each other
and we know it.

But I'm not a member of that club.
I don't like the idea of a double life.

My job is to get to the truth.

So I don't see why I
should socialize...

...with anyone trying to stop me
from doing that.

That's why I'm up here with you...

...instead of drinking coffee
down there with him.

You shouldn't be doing
this, should you?

- What?
- Talking to me without him here.

You know,
I really love what I do, Naz.

But every once in a while,
I get frustrated.

I abide by the rules, though. I do.

So, yeah, that's right.
You don't have to talk to me...

...unless you want to.

You know...

...this is the most open-and-shut case
I have had...

...in a very long time.

Everything is pointing to you.

But there's something
I'm just not getting.

Something I am struggling with here...

...because what I see before me
is a nice kid from a good...

...hardworking family,
loving mother and father...

...on what has got to be
the worst day of his life.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

What am I not seeing, Nasir?

Explain to me
what I'm not understanding.

It looks like I killed her,
I know that.

Yeah, that's how it looks.
But it's not that simple, is it?

Because we both know this isn't you.

You didn't get out of bed yesterday...

...saying to yourself,
"I'm gonna murder someone tonight."

What you were thinking was,
"I hope I pass the economics test.

I hope my mother gets off my back
for this, that, the other."

And things just got out of hand.
Sex, drugs, alcohol.

Some girl. You didn't mean to do it,
things happen.

Please stop.

If I'm off, tell me how I'm off.

Help me help you, Naz.
We'll never get another chance.

You know, there's something
any experienced detective knows...

...and it's something I've personally
witnessed hundreds of times...

...in the last 30 years.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, what have you.

There's an immense sense of relief...

...when they finally just let go
and tell someone the truth.

It's like finding God.

I'm not talking to you anymore.

Two-one.

Okay. Transport's here.

Here you go. Now, put these on.

Remember, don't talk to anybody.

These people, these men and women,
this is their life.

This is what they do every single day.

You're at a massive disadvantage here.

Luckily, you have me.

Let's go.

Come on.

And dispense with lighters,
matches. Cigarettes in the trash.

Whatever else in your pockets,
in the trays.

Anybody still got some weed
or other substance on them...

...put it in the donation box.
No foul, no harm.

You keep it, it's a new offense.

Is this okay?

You're good. Go.

Come on. Hands up, spread your legs.

All right, turn around.

- How's things in Cambridge?
- What?

- This is not mine.
- Go ahead.

Hands up. You know the routine.

Turn around. You're good.

Go. Next. Face the wall. Hands up.

It's a pin in my leg, man.

Yeah, we'll see soon enough.
The chair.

Next.

Wanna take that cell phone out
of your ass, or you want me to?

Next.

Why don't you do it?

Pants down, bend over.

Turn around. Step to your right. Next.

Face against the wall.
Hands up, spread your legs.

- Turn around.
- Disposable.

Yeah, I'll say.

- Step to your right. Next.
- What are you looking at?

You are waiting arraignment.

I'm here every day,
so this is my place and I like it neat.

You throw up on my floor,
you clean it up.

Sweet dreams.

I need a doctor.

I'm sick.

- Somebody—
- Shut up.

I'm dying. I need help.

Shut the fuck up!

Please, somebody.

I'm sick.

Shut the fuck up!

Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

East Side is much busier
than the Upper West Side...

...at least for now.

- Can I get some coffee?
- No.

Fine. I'll get it by school.

How's Thurgood Marshall?

I'm not doing my report on him.

Changed my mind.

- Why?
- I don't know.

- It's boring.
- Really?

Yeah.

Doing Jamie Foxx instead.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You ready?

Yeah. I'll get my stuff.

- Is that coffee?
- No.

It's getting worse.

Yeah, I'm gonna go see, uh,
someone else.

What's up with the tie?

You hear about that
zing on 87th Street?

A girl was murdered.

They made an arrest, and...

- You're kidding me.
- No.

- How'd you do that?
- Right time, right place.

You sure
you can handle something like that?

I'm just saying.
That's, you know, big.

Hey. See you, man.

Okay, see you.

I didn't mean that to
sound like it sounded.

Yeah, I know.

Bye, Dad.

- Can you at least do Denzel?
- He's taken.

Jamie Foxx.

Anyone in custody yet?

Yeah, but I don't know
anything about him.

What's the scene like?

I don't know. I haven't been out there.
We just got the call.

This is making no sense.

Because it's Detective Box.

Mrs. Weiss, jury's back in five.

Tell Dennis I'd like to see him.

- When?
- Yesterday.

So, what do we got?

Beer bottle, water bottle,
gas station receipt, parking ticket.

I got blood above
the driver's door and handle...

...more here on the front seat
and the steering wheel.

The cab's a guilty picture postcard.

Check this guy out.

This would be Ali,
the first Imam of Islam.

- Yeah? Where's he now?
- Nowhere.

He was assassinated
in the 7th century.

Shias see him as the rightful heir
of Muhammad...

...the Sunnis don't,
and therein lies the... You know.

What were you, Box,
in counter-terrorism?

I like to read.

Yeah, but that shit?

Do you see "arraignment"?

- Mr. Khan, how are you?
- I'm going crazy.

I understand. I'm a father myself.

And I'm sorry to intrude.

This is a court order allowing us
to search the house.

- For what?
- May we come in?

Mrs. Khan, nice to see you.

Sorry to disturb.

What were you doing up there?

Laundry.

We're going to have
to take that one too.

That one is not Nasir's.

That one is Nasir's.
This is ours. We need it.

We need them all, sorry.

Rodriguez.

Mr. Khan, this is John.
Your son's attorney.

His arraignment's gonna be
at the next session later today.

100 Center Street,
Court 2 on the ground floor.

Right. Hang on a second.

Or you can have it in trade.

Let me tell you
something about me, Pauline.

I have the strength of 10.
You know why?

Because my heart is pure.

Yeah, just not your feet.
I know a remedy for that.

I've heard them all before.

- Thank you.
- Any time.

Good luck to you.

You still there? Because they can.

Well, you just have to
get a new computer.

Just hang on a second.

- What is it, your remedy?
- A machete.

Heh. This fucking guy over here.
Yeah.

Prints put them in the cab.

Parking ticket puts
the cab at the scene.

Prints, witnesses and his own
statements put him in the scene.

Harry's got the blade
to within half an inch...

...the same as the knife
in his jacket pocket, bloodied.

- And all this without a phone call.
- I called. Hence, I'm here.

- Today. Not the night of.
- I didn't want some kid two years...

...out of John Jay fucking
up my crime scene.

I'll be happy to lead throughout.
May we proceed?

Of course. What's he like?

College kid, no record,
but, hey, it's murder.

You don't have to have done it before
to do it.

What else?

- For what it's worth, he's Muslim.
- Nation of Islam or...?

Real one.
As in, from Queens. Pakistani.

I wanna wait on the blood.

I want a house in Montauk.
Come on, Helen.

- You sure he did it?
- No question.

- You blinked.
- I did not blink.

- Dennis, honey, you did.
- I've been up 56 hours.

So how am I gonna lose it?

You're not.

If I call your name, line up.

Jackson.

Ortiz, F.

Ortiz, W.

Khan.

Hightower.

Cruz.

Williams.

Bail set at 500.

That's a 100 an eight-ball.
Sound fair?

Jimmy, next time tell your client
to leave his tomahawk at home.

Where'd you have to go for this one?

- Paris.
- You're kidding me.

Toccoa fucking Georgia.

Next.

43562, Nasir Khan.
Which one of you is him?

Hey. Hey.

You waived the reading of the rights,
but not the rights themselves.

So waived.

- You're Mr. Khan?
- Yes, sir.

Well, according to complaint...

...you're charged
with possession of a weapon...

...possession of a weapon
for deadly purpose, resisting arrest...

...aggravated sexual assault,
and murder in the first degree.

Fuck me.

- How do you plead?
- I didn't do it.

Mr. Khan,
this court is kind of like Jeopardy.

I ask a question, the answer has
to be in the right phrasing.

He means to say "not guilty,"
Your Honor.

- Is that what you mean to say, Mr. Khan?
- Yes.

- Can you say it?
- Not guilty.

Thank you.

Your Honor,
if we can be heard on bail.

The defendant has
extensive family roots in Pakistan...

...and given the fact
he's charged with murder...

...based on overwhelming evidence
and facing a sentence of life...

...we consider him a serious
flight risk and request remand.

John?

Your Honor, my client was born
in this country.

Whatever so-called roots
he has in Pakistan...

...he's got far deeper roots
in his community here in Queens.

In fact,
he's never been to Pakistan...

...or anywhere else
outside New York State in his life.

He's a young man
from a solid working-class family.

A college student, no priors.

He's not a danger to himself
or others and is, in fact...

...desperate to prove
his innocence in a courtroom...

...and so not a flight risk.

And despite the DA's confidence
in the evidence...

...there are no witnesses
to the actual crime.

Which is to say, the evidence
against him is purely circumstantial.

It's not purely circumstantial.

All of which is to say,
we request a bail...

...commensurate
with his family's ability to raise it.

This was a particularly vicious crime.

CJA, Your Honor, recommends ROR.

I don't care what CJA says.

It's a waste of taxpayers' money,
honestly.

Now you both know that I usually like
to split the baby in terms of bail...

...but I'm going with Mr. McPherson...

...on this one due
to the severity of the charges.

That's all they are, Your Honor, charges.
Not facts.

You can take it up at a later date
if the circumstances change...

...but I'm denying bail.

Your client's hereby remanded
to await prosecution.

- Don't talk to anybody.
- Where am I going?

John.

Just curious. Friend of the family
or right place, right time?

Right place, right time.

Right place, right time. Good for you.

- Yeah, thanks.
- Next.

43563, Hightower.

That's what I expected, okay?

Mr. Hightower, we meet again.

Let's go!