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I, Aaron Wallace,

am under the permanent custody
of the state of New York,

serving a life sentence
for something I didn't do.

Being a prison paralegal,
representing fellow inmates ‐‐

that's my only commodity.

Being a lawyer,
proving my innocence ‐‐

that's how I'm gonna
get myself out of here.

I was hoping maybe you could do
something for me.

You're the only one
I can trust.

What is this all about?
I told you,

it's best you don't know.

♪♪

What do you need?
My police file.

I'm gonna sue the NYPD
to release it.

I see no reason
to grant access.

[ Bangs gavel ]

Man: The police refused to give
Mr. Wallace

the records from his case.

They're afraid.

How would you even
fight your case?

I'd find another way.

Hassan: Of course, it's about
self‐respect and hope

and recognizing there's more
going on than just yourself.

But the thing I've learned more
than anything in my time here,

through my sobriety,
through this program,

and now through the work that
I do in the treatment center,

is how to take
personal responsibility.

[ Cell door slams ]
See, if you don't take

responsibility for yourself,

for your choices,

for where you are...

you're never gonna be
ready when you get out.

Like my man Hamlet said,
"The readiness is all."

Who's next?

Frankie.

What about you?

I'm just real nervous about
going back into gen pop.

I mean, I got my thirty days,

but it's a lot easier here,
all this support, no temptation.

But just out there,
it's so easy to ‐‐

I‐I'm sorry to
interject here,

but I just need
to assure you,

all of you, that
we are cracking down

on any kind of drug trade.

But if you do feel tempted,
you find a shift commander,

and we will get you
the support you need.

Thank you, ma'am.

[ Drill whirring ]
You should know,
relapses are down,

and we've had twice as many
applicants this month as last.

Wouldn't be possible without
your leadership, Hassan.

You know I appreciate
the opportunity.

This is gonna be
the transitional wing

for newly sober inmates,

so they don't have to be
released immediately

into gen pop.

Excuse me, Ms. Masry.

Aaron Wallace is at Security
down on three,

looking for Newcombe.

Says he's representing him.

We don't have
a court date yet,

but we are meeting so that
we can go over our strategy.

And it's Nawaz now.

Not Newcombe.

Not in your paperwork.
[ Scoffs ]

I think we can afford
to lend him the courtesy

of addressing him
by his preferred name.

Take him down, then?
Yes, please.

Thank you, ma'am.
As ever.

Aaron: I told you ‐‐
nobody looks better

on a witness stand
than a cop.

So, what'd your brother say?
You reach out to him?

Nah, not yet.

What's taking so long?

You know, I'm not so sure
about that, man.

We talked about this.
Why not?

I wrote him a 28‐page letter
when I first got clean.

And?

He never wrote me back.

That was three years ago,
right?

It's not like you did
something violent.

Look, man's made it
perfectly clear

he wants nothing
to do with me.

I've been a weight on him
his whole life.

The last thing I want to do
now is ‐‐ is call him

and ask for something.

Alright, look,

what if I reach out to him
and tell him

that you didn't
even know I was doing it?

We play it like that,

if he doesn't want to help,
then it's me

he's telling to screw off,
not you.

Oh, come on, Hassan.
Just let me try.

I'm telling you.
He's the best chance you got.

[ Laughs ]
That's what I'm talking about!

That's too good, man.
Too good.
Oh, man.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Hello?

You are receiving a monitored
and recorded call

from Inmate 10‐B‐316
at Bellmore Correctional.

To accept this call, press one.

[ Sighs ]

Monte: Aaron.
Yo, Aaron.

You review my charges yet?

I'm on it, Monte.
Hearing's not 'til next week.

I'm tellin' you,
Nineball's lyin'.

Fork was nowhere
near his eye.

Try a spoon next time.

I can't lose my yard time.
Monte, Monte, Monte.

I need my yard time.
Alright, alright, alright.

Let him do his thing,
alright?
He's lyin'.

[ Chuckles ]

Thank you.

[ Chuckles ]

So, this is all
for Hassan?

Yeah.

I'm tracking down
some case law.

You reach out
to his brother yet?

Yeah, he's coming
here today.

So, you gonna
hit him up right away?

I don't even know
if he's gonna help Hassan.

I gotta slow‐play it,
you know what I mean?

If he's barely willing
to help his brother out,

why the hell you think
he gonna bend over

backwards for you?

Haven't figured
that out yet.

Well, listen,
all I'm saying is,

you know, your rep's
still a little shaky

after the whole
Joey Knox thing.

I got 42 guys in here
who want me to rep them.

Hassan's the only one with
a family member who's a cop.

Now, I need a cop
to access my police file.

You got to
at least tell Hassan

what your game plan's
gonna be.
No way.

No, I come clean now,
he'll pull out.
Yeah, but if you
ambush him later ‐‐

I need to know
what's in that file, Jamal.

Without that,
I got nothing.
Alright.

Alright?
End of conversation.
Alright.

Pass me that.

Here you go, boss man.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

You look angrier on TV.

[ Chuckles ]

I appreciate you
coming all this way.

Mm‐hmm.
So will Hassan.

Is that what
he's calling himself now?

It's part of his new deal.

Changed his name,
converted to Islam.

He some kind of
Malcolm X now?

More like Dr. King.

Okay, I‐I'll give you
ten minutes, so make it quick.

Alright.
So, here's the deal.

At the time he accepted
the plea for the burglary,

he was detoxing
and out of his mind,

which means he was too impaired
to make a proper decision.

All I want is for you to testify
how bad his addiction was.

That wouldn't
be difficult.

Then you'll do it.
Mm, I didn't say that.

They put him away for 15 years
for stealing copper wire

out of a building
he thought was abandoned.

He had two other felonies
under his belt,

and he knew
what he was doing.

And if he didn't
get caught for that,

it would've just been
for something else.

I was in here when
Hassan first came in.

I know what he was then,
what you got in your mind.

But he's a different
man now.

He used to steal
from our mother.

Took her dialysis equipment
one time.

I came home, had to rush her
to the hospital.

She nearly died because
he needed his vial of crack.

Then when she did die,

he wasn't at the funeral

because he was locked up.

[ Sighs ]

I get that he did a lot of
things to you and your family.

I get it because
he told me.
[ Sighs ]

I get it 'cause I know
a lot of people like that.

I'm in here because
of someone like that.

But you see that man
over there?

The one with the do‐rag?

The only reason
he's alive

is because Hassan
helped him get clean.

And that one there ‐‐ he tried
to hang himself last summer.

Hassan helped him
turn it all around.

Yeah?

You see that punk
right there?

Table in the corner.

I put him away
on attempted murder

and for carjacking.
[ Sighs ]

He's here for a reason,
just like everybody else.

[ Exhales sharply ]

And I'm assuming the reason
you drove all the way up here

is because you've still got
some feeling for your brother.

I'm not asking you
to forgive him,

but what I am asking for

is one afternoon
to help him get out of here.

I never knew your mother,

but I'm sure that's
what she would have wanted.

You gonna use
my mother on me?

I'm a lawyer.

I'll do whatever I can
for my client.

Yeah, the clerk
tipped me off.

I'm down here now.
Wallace filed a 440,

arguing state of mind
at the time of the plea.

I guess he thinks 'cause
the perp's brother's a cop,

that's gonna have some sway,
but it'll never fly.

Burg 2 in Queens doesn't
sound like much of an angle.

It doesn't even touch
his case tangentially.

I don't get what
he's doing.

I want to check and see if
this cop ever worked the Bronx.

Bottom line is
Wallace isn't stopping.

Now we need to cut him off
at the knees.

I was so wasted, I didn't
know what borough I was in,

let alone if anybody
was in the building.

So, you went inside.

Then what?

I remember going up
the stairs,

stealing the copper wire
from the walls,

and then heading back down.

And did you see
anybody inside?

No.

Hear anybody?

I just ‐‐ I just remember
it kind of smelled,

like ‐‐ like some
old garbage or something.

And when the police arrested you

and told you
somebody was living there?

I said I didn't know.

That I was sorry.
I had no idea.

And did you know
the person living there

was actually a homeless man
with a sleeping bag

who himself
was trespassing?

The prosecution will
probably object here,

and I'll change the word
to "squatting,"

and then we'll move on.

So, what ‐‐
Hey, you good
at this, man.

I'm still trying
to figure that out.

I'm one for one so far.
Hey.

How you even get
your law degree?

From in here?

Desperation.

Needing to focus on
something to survive.

I managed to get
myself clean,

but it was the warden
who gave me a sense of purpose.

It's amazing what
she's done with this place

in such a short
amount of time.

Against all doubters.

Yeah.

She's almost
as stubborn as me.

She just trying
to do what's right.

And Lord knows,
that's a hard thing ‐‐

a hard thing.

[ Waynewood's
"Demon On My Chest" plays ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪♪

♪ No, no ♪

♪ Be honest, be honest ♪

You look good.

♪ No, no, be honest, be honest ♪

Thank you.

For doing this.

♪ Be honest ♪

♪ I lost my soul ♪

♪ They sold my soul ♪
Let's go.

♪ I stumble, fell ♪

♪ Fell hot like Hell ♪

♪ The demons crawl ♪

♪ All on my wall ♪

♪ I see them stare ♪

♪ But I don't care ♪
You don't know what
this is about?

All I know is they
have a subpoena.

♪ No ♪

♪ The devil's watching over me ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And I'm scared
to sleep at night ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
Safiya Masry,
Superintendent.

Dez O'Reilly, Assistant District
Attorney, the Bronx.

We'll need to look through
your security camera
footage from last week.

What the hell
is this about?

"Forgery and filing
a false instrument."

Who are you investigating?

Well, it says right there ‐‐
Aaron Wallace.

♪♪

Do you remember the day
your brother

was arrested on
this charge?
I do.

Like it was yesterday.

Can you describe that,
please?

I was on patrol
and got the call,

went down to the precinct.

He was...

I barely even
recognized him.

It's like he was
somewhere else.

Like he was never
coming back.

And four days later,
when the plea was offered?

He was detoxing so bad,

I don't think he heard
anything the lawyers said.

So, you would say
he was incapacitated?

Incapacitated?

He was incapable of
tying his own shoes.

Woman over PA system:
Dr. Carter to Radiology.

Dr. Carter to Radiology.

Hey, lady.
Hey.

Read something
about Aaron.
Mm?

See you did, too.
Yeah.

I was, uh ‐‐ I was there,
actually, when he won.

At court?
Mm‐hmm.

Last week.

What?

I just don't want you
getting caught up

in all of that again.

I know.

Darius is the best thing
that ever happened to you.

Remember that.

Paging Dr. Roberts.

Paging Dr. Roberts.

He forged some note
on pink stationary

and then presented it
as evidence in court?

We don't know
anything yet.

Let's just see what's on
the surveillance footage.

Man: Here we see him take
the stationary from her

and head back inside?

Oh, you allow objects to change
hands during visitation.

We do thorough security checks
on both sides.

So, does Wallace come back
after this or what?

Fast forward 39 minutes.

[ Mouse clicks ]

You see him come
back in...here,

as my guards are trying
to clear the space.

Then you see Wallace
defy them and come forward.

Freeze it there.

Ah. Geez.
Look at that.

There it is.
Now hang on a minute.

You can't even tell
from this what that is.

I‐I get you're in CYA mode,

but what do you think's
actually going on here?

We'll need to interview
the guards who were working

the security checks on either
side of visitation that day.

Actually, that's something you'd
need an additional subpoena for.

This one's only for
the security cameras.

We'll come back
with that.

Meantime,
we'll take a flash drive

with this footage, please.

Come on, Tramell. Do you
remember what color it was?

Color? No.

Just that he said
it was for his daughter.

What about you,
Officer Gutierrez?

I checked the wife
when she came in.

She had this box
of stationary.

It was blank pieces of paper,
some envelopes.

But the color? No.

Officer Anderson?

He came out of the visiting area
with the box,

went back to gen pop for...
I don't know.

I couldn't tell you how long,
and came back with an envelope.

I checked it, of course.

It had one piece
of paper inside.

Had handwriting on it,

but I couldn't tell you
what it said or anything.

I've got no idea
about the color.

Well, they won't be able
to bust him,

but obviously, he did it.
Officer Garrett.

I told you,
you couldn't trust Wallace.

I mean,
how could he do this?
I know, Tom.

Expose you to all of this.
I know. I get it.

You gotta call him in.

The second he gets back from
court, read him the riot act.

I'm not doing anything
'til we find out exactly

what happened
with that note.
[ Keys jingle ]

Thank you.

Hey, what's the judge
doing back there, anyway?

Probably reading cases.

Lots of conflicting
precedents.

Well, how long
do you think?

Hard to say.

Gimme a minute.

Micelli: Wallace.

[ Sighs ]

I want to talk to my witness.

Now, I know you must've
heard about me,

what I'm up against
in my own case.

See, they've been denying me
my police file for nine years.

They keep saying there's
an ongoing investigation,

but they've got no indictments,
no other charges.

I don't understand
why you're telling me this.

I know you got no skin
in the game, but I also know

you're part of that police
group, the 100 Blacks,

the work you do ‐‐
You want me to do
something for you?

I thought you could
have a look at my file.

They're claiming
they got a new witness,

but I know it's not true.

So, there's got to be
so much more there that's off.

You know how
to read the file.
Mm‐hmm.

You'll know if
anything stinks.

All I'm asking is to be pointed
in the right direction.

Because I'm in
100 Blacks?

You think I'm gonna
risk my job for you?

[ Scoffs ]

I got a wife and kids.

Yeah, I got a wife

and a daughter who's
about to have a baby.

And that's my problem why?

Because you took
my brother's case?

Is that why you took it?

To get to me?
I lost my life.

You should have thought
about that before ‐‐
Before what?

Before I decided to
be black in America?

Court officer:
Court is back in session!

All rise!

Look, all I'm asking
is for two hours.

Look it over.
You think it's all clean, fine.

But you see anything that's off,
just give me a heads up.

♪♪

Simply put, Mr. Wallace,
while you did a fine job

of showing
your client's depravity,

you did nothing to prove
that his impairment

invalidated
the voluntary waivers

that he gave
at the time of his plea.

We have only the testimony
of his brother,

who, while being
a police officer,

has a very clear
potential bias here.

You offered no testimony
from his attorney.

I spoke to his attorney,
Your Honor.

Even with a waiver from my
client, he still wouldn't talk.

Or from a doctor who could have
testified to his condition.

He never saw a doctor
until he was admitted.

You brought one witness,
and a biased witness at that.

Well, then allow me to
subpoena someone else.

This isn't a teaching facility,
Mr. Wallace.

Your opportunity
to call witnesses

was before you rested your case.

I don't know if any of that
would have swayed me,

but you certainly did not
give your client

the best opportunity
to win today.

Motion denied.

[ Gavel bangs ]

♪♪

♪♪

Hey, I'm sorry, man.

I really thought Calvin's
testimony was ‐‐

What were you saying to
my brother back there?

When the judge was in chambers,
what were you two arguing about?

I asked him to look
at my police file.

And do what?

To find something
that could help.

That was really the best
you could do back there?

What, you think I'd tank
your case when I need
your brother's help?

Why would I do that?

You represent like you some
kind of man of the people.

You're just a man
that's out for yourself.

No, that's not what ‐‐
Just save it, alright?

All you're worried about now
is your rep,

what I'm gonna dish.

Come on, man.
Look, this ain't over.

We can take another shot.

I really thought
you were better than this.

♪♪

My friend said I might
get a really horrible
metallic taste in my mouth.

Some people
experience that.

If you do,

ice, lemonade,
and hard candies will help.

Okay.

I mean,
it's only chemo, right?

How bad can it be?

[ Sighs ]
I'm gonna give you
my personal number.

You can call me any time.

Even just to say
you're scared.

Man: Ms. Wallace.

We're here from
the District Attorney's office.

We'd like you
to come with us.

It's okay, Marie.
I can take over.

You're in good hands.

♪♪

Vanessa: I don't understand.
I need to get my bag.

It's in the changing area.
Of course.

I want to know
what's going on here.

Ma'am, this is none
of your concern.

If you please...
Vanessa, it's okay.

Are you arresting her?
I'm fine.

It's okay.

Really? Three?

♪♪

Open Cell Four.

So, how'd it go?

You were right, man.
Okay? You were right.

You lost?

Gotta find another angle.

Must have missed something.

So, what happened
with the brother, then?

Oh, forget that, man.

Forget that.

Maskins: As you can see,
it's pretty clear

you provided him
with the stationary.

He went back to one of
his criminal friends,

had the letter forged,
brought it back to you,

and you managed to execute this
brilliant hand‐off under duress.

Then I'm imagining you took
the letter, threw a stamp on it,

and mailed it back to
your husband at the prison.

We're in the process
of getting our hands on

the security camera footage
around the mailbox

where the letter
was postmarked.

Will we see you on it?

I don't know.

I live in the Bronx.
I mail letters all the time.

Not sure what
that would prove.

[ Breathes deeply ]

Can I get you
something to drink?

Some water? Coffee?
No, I'm just fine.
Thank you.

I get that you
don't like me.

You think...

I took your life away.

[ Liquid pours ]

But you got to remember,
your husband was a drug dealer.

And he didn't leave you
in very good shape back then.

The bind he put you in.

And now you're back
on your feet.

You got yourself a career
as a nurse, a new man.

From my point of view, you are
so much better off without him.

Even if you thought
he was innocent,

which he isn't,

I just can't fathom why
you would be helping him now.

You got kids?
Two boys.

Wife?
Yes.

So, what would you do if
someone came along one day

and tried to blow everything up,
everything you cared about?

I guess I'd make sure I never
put myself in that position.

[ Knock on door ]

[ Door opens ]
Woman:
Ms. Wallace's lawyer's here.

Your husband is poison,
Mrs. Wallace.

I suggest you stay as far away
from him as you can,

before it starts to affect you
and the rest of your family.

What the hell is it
you were doing?
Nothing.

I just mailed
a letter for him.
Then how'd you
end up here?

It was a piece of evidence
he used in court, alright?

They were just trying
to scare me.

You got a 17‐year‐old
daughter

about to have a baby.

You planning on helping her
from behind bars?

Come on, Darius.
I don't understand

where the hell
your head is.
Enough, alright?

I get it.
No, no.
I don't think you do.

I don't think
you get it at all.

This man has the power of
the government behind him.

They can do whatever
they want.

You seen it once, and now you're
signing up for it again.

I'm not signing up
for anything.
You really think Aaron's

gonna find some way out of this
now that he's a lawyer?

Seriously?
No.

He's gonna suck you back in,
and you're gonna take your eye

off of everything else
that matters.

I'm not gonna
do that, Darius.

You already have.
It's already started.

♪♪

Look, we're just trying
to figure out his angle.

Why?

'Cause he's a hustler
with a law degree,

a convicted kingpin
who's got nothing better to do

than file some
frivolous lawsuits.

Frivolous lawsuits?

Like the one he filed on
behalf of my brother?

I'm ‐‐ I'm not
saying that.
So, you get
this invested

in everybody you put away?

Driving around the city,
playing P. I.?

He embarrassed us,
frankly.
Mm.

We want to make sure that
doesn't happen again.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Well, like you said,

he can't embarrass you on
some case he's trying in Queens.

So, I guess you're good.

Hello?

You are receiving a monitored
and recorded call

from Inmate 10‐B‐316.

To accept this call, press one.

[ Sighs ]
Hey, listen.

I know you're hating on me,

but remember the homeless guy
who was supposedly living

in the tenement your brother
broke into?

I need you to look up
something for me.

You ‐‐ You can't
be serious.

The case law's
a little sketchy,

but if we can show he only
slept there a few nights,

we might have a chance.
What are you talking about?

We can maybe argue the building
wasn't his home.

We do that, the charge
drops to Burg 3

and he gets out
on time served.

Wrap it up now. One minute,

and back to your cells
for the night.

The guy's name's
Arthur Gingrich.

Date of birth 9‐17‐64.

Check the logs of nearby
homeless shelters,

see if he has
any type of record.

Alright, Wallace,
that's it.

Listen, I don't care
what you do for me,

but maybe you should try
and do this for your broth‐‐

Your call is now disconnected.

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

♪ You make me wanna
not ever see the day ♪

♪ And lock my heart
inside a safe ♪

♪ But you make me wanna
get out of my old ways ♪

Even if he's guilty,
I still want him out.

For Jazz or for you?

Don't do that.

Why not?

Because you know
I want to be with you.

♪ Say what I mean ♪

♪ Simple words ♪

You know I love him,
as much as anybody.

But he made his choices.

If we follow him
down this path,

I...

I just don't see how he doesn't
drag us all down with him.

Safiya: Thank you.
Aaron Wallace is here.

Uh, send him in.

What can I do for you?

I'd like a character
reference for Hassan.

Oh, I‐I thought
you'd already lost.

I'm filing a new motion.

I got a different
way into it.

You know, I've been
trying to figure out

why you took his case
to begin with.

Seeing how he was
prosecuted in Queens,

his crime has nothing
to do with yours,

not even a hint of
a connection to Maskins,

O'Reilly, the Bronx...

I gotta clear my
legal strategy with you?

I know that
you're using these inmates

to further your own agenda,

but I don't see
how Hassan fits the bill.

And that troubles me
because I care about him.

[ Sighs ]

I don't know
what he told you,

but I'm doing everything
I can for him.

And if I win, a letter
of support from you

will be a big help
in resentencing.

Fine.

Maybe bring someone from the
treatment center, like Frankie.

Someone Hassan has helped.

I'd have to file an order
to produce for that.

Well,
I would support that.

Clearly.

I appreciate that.
It's a good idea.

Anything you need
from me right now?

Oh. No.

I'm good.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Door closes ]

♪♪

Hey.

Forget about what
happened before.

Where you are now ‐‐
that's all that matters.

♪♪

♪♪

Your brother...
changed my life.

He saved me.

I know it means a lot to him
that you're here.

[ Door opens ]

♪♪

[ Door closes ]

♪♪

So, you believe Mr. Newcombe

had ineffective assistance
of counsel

when his plea was made?

Yes, Your Honor.
I'll admit,

I'm curious to hear
the argument,

particularly coming
from you, Mr. Wallace.

I appreciate the opportunity,
Your Honor.

Then show me what
you've got.

This is the crime scene
photograph taken

at the time of
the supposed burglary.

It shows a sleeping bag
on the third floor.

Now, the police report indicates
the name of a man living there

after they found
a‐an expired driver's license

left on the ground somewhere.

I'm not clear what the point
is here, Your Honor,

but the statute
clearly states

that a property
will be considered a dwelling

if it is usually occupied
by a person therein at night.

And that may be so, and it
may even have been occupied

by Mr. Gingrich
at some point,

but no one, including
previous counsel or police,

bothered to check to see
if Mr. Gingrich

was actually living there
when the crime was committed.

That can't be the case.

They saw his sleeping bag,
his ID,

a few possessions, and made
a whole bunch of assumptions.

The case never went
to trial.

The plea deal was made
four days after the arrest.

There was no reason for the
police to return

to the scene of the crime
and find Mr. Gingrich.

No reason except
to spare my client

doing more years than
he should have, had
they bothered to check.

And certainly, previous counsel
had a duty to investigate it.

If they had, they would
have found this.

♪♪

And here, Your Honor,
is the death certificate

of Mr. Gingrich.

He was found in an alley around
the corner from his dwelling

and buried in
Potter's Field,

six days before my client
entered that abandoned building

and stole a few hundred dollars'
worth of copper wire.

The police didn't
do their job,

prosecution
dropped the ball,

and previous counsel
was derelict

in his ethical
and legal obligations.

Because of that,
the wrong charge was brought.

The proper charge
would have carried

a sentence
of three to five years,

and my client would
be walking around
a free man as we speak.

Everyone failed him the first
time around, Your Honor.

Please, let's not
do that to him again.

♪♪

Hey, what do you think
about that judge?

You mean,
if he's a "Clarence"?

[ Both laugh ]

I guess we'll
find out, huh?

[ Laughs ]

Oh, man.

♪♪

I'm sorry I never
wrote back to you...

when you sent me
that letter.

I meant to.

But I didn't know
what to say.

A day became a week became
a month, and then I just...

I just thought...

that it was too late.

It's never too late.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Micelli: Judge is ready.

[ Exhales deeply ]

♪♪

Cummings:
So, here we are for round two.

This case presents some
close issues of fact and law,

and two things are clear.

First, the prosecution did not,

let us say,
do an admirable job

of investigating the facts
and circumstances.

And second, that Mr. Wallace
has presented a clever argument.

It would seem logical to
submit that a dwelling

is no longer a dwelling when the
person residing there has died.

However, we have the
inconvenient matter of case law.

Perhaps, Mr. Wallace,
this is a concept

that you didn't quite
fully grasp

from your correspondence courses
at Bellmore.

The New York State Court of
Appeals dealt with this issue

directly in People v. Barney.

I did research that case,
Your Honor.

The domicile
in question in Barney

is a private residence
with an owner,

and you can't equate
a residence of that kind

to that of
an abandoned building.

Do you have a precedent
to cite for me

that distinguishes the two?

N‐No, Your Honor.

I couldn't find one.

That's because
it doesn't exist.

Well, then you have
discretion here.

Some judges think it's their job
to make law in a courtroom.

I am not one of those.

Will you allow me to find a
precedent from another state,

under the idea
of persuasive authority?

If you had wanted to
take a crack at that,

the time to do it
would have been before

you stepped foot in here today.

You're fortunate
that I even gave you

a second bite of the apple
to begin with.

Valiant effort.

Next time, do better.

[ Gavel bangs ]

♪♪

That's it for today.
Let's get to the bus.

I'm sorry, Hassan.

You did what you could.

♪♪

I'll come see you
next week.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Cell door slams ]

Jamal: You gotta look at it
like this, man ‐‐

at least you saved your cred.

You know, Hassan tried to
let me off, but, man...

Everybody in here's
out for themselves.

No other way.

Just got to be
smart about it.

Maybe slow down.

Hey, Wallace.

That ADA you were up against?

He was here asking
about some letter

changed hands
with your wife.
When?

Couple days ago.
What happened?

Warden's grilling us
about it.

That's all I can say,
but I thought you should know.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Cellphone buzzing ]
Excuse me.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'll be right back.

Okay, I got ‐‐
I got two minutes.

I'm with patients right now.

They came to the prison
about the letter for Jose.

Yeah, I know.
I was in Maskins' office.

I wanted to text you,
but I was afraid

they tossed your cell
and found your burner.

Wait, Maskins had you
in his office?

For what?
He was just being a bully.

Darius came by
with a lawyer,

and they haven't done
anything since.

Well, are you alright?

I'm fine.
[ Sighs ]

Geez, Marie, I'm sorry.

I didn't think it
would get this far.

I said I'm fine.

You should be worried
about yourself.

They have footage
off the cameras.

You're gonna have a problem with
that warden, but I gotta go.

I can't do this right now.
[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Cellphone closes ]

♪♪

[ Cell door slams ]

[ Radio chatter ]

We got
some legal business.

The case.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hey, you alright, man?

Yo, give us a minute?

What that judge did, man ‐‐
system's broken.

Nah.

It's working exactly the way
they want it to.

That's dark.

It comes with
the territory.

Hey, listen.

[ Chair scrapes ]

I need to ask you something.

It would really help Hassan,

the treatment center,
the whole population here,

if the warden could figure out
where the drugs are coming from.

I'm not asking you to snitch.
Not on another prisoner.

But if some C. O.
is betraying the warden

and dirtying up this place,

man, that could get her
in a whole lot of trouble.

♪♪

The day Wallace's wife
came to see him,

he was in Block D,
third tier.

You know whose cell
happens to be there?

Vic Daugherty.

Wild Bill's counterfeiter
and forger extraordinarie.

I think you pretty much
hit him in every corner ‐‐

his family, the warden.

Plus, he lost his case
in Queens.

He did.
Though I still can't figure out

what he was going for there.

Cop gave you nothing?

I don't even know if it had
anything to do with him.

Well, we'll know
when we know.

Everybody, go home
to your families.

[ Car alarm chirps ]

♪♪

♪♪

Can I go in?

She's waiting for you.

Heard about Hassan.

[ Door closes ]

Yeah.

Did you get what
you needed from him?

Listen, I, uh...

I know O'Reilly
was here with a subpoena.

Mm, quite a stunt
you pulled.

Even brought your wife
into it?

'Course, you needed somebody
to forge that letter,

and, oh, who happens to have a
world‐class forger in his gang?

Wild Bill.

Now, I know he didn't
just do that for nothing,

which means last week,
when you horse‐traded

repping Joey Knox to get
something out of me,

that was already a debt
you owed the Aryans.

You don't like that I killed
two birds with one stone?

I don't like
that you lied to me.

I don't like that you took
advantage of my generosity.

And I don't like that
you seem to have no radar

for where the line is.
The line?

The thing that keeps us
from having problems.

So, you dragged me
all the way up here

to tell me I need to change
the way I'm operating.

Is that it?

With respect,
I can't do that.

I had a judge keep Hassan
in here for no real reason

except he wanted
to teach me a lesson.

I got a DA running
for highest office in the state

who thinks he can use
taxpayer's dollars

to pull my wife out of
a chemotherapy session
with a dying woman

to harass and intimidate her
to get at me.

And you want me to figure out
where the line is?

That line is where I feel
it needs to be on any given day.

Now, I know you're
gonna threaten to

revoke my privileges,

but you do that, you are
not gonna get the intel

I have on the guards
and the drug trade.

Okay, stop.

You got something real?

Look, I can't tell you where
I got it, but it's real.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ My hands are sore ♪

♪ Carrying promises ♪

♪ Another war ♪

♪ That I've lost ♪

♪ My time is yours ♪

[ Door opens, closes ]

♪ Waste it carefully ♪

Aaron: [ Sighs ]
♪ You hit and run ♪

Extra security checks
on the other side.

Both sides.

I'm sorry, Marie.

I will never put you
in that position again.

You're the one
I'm doing this for.

You and Jazz. Y‐‐

You're all I care about.
[ Sighs ]

If it's legal,
we're all good.

Anything else, I'm out.
I get it.

What's in the envelope?

Some cop rings my doorbell
and hands me this.

Photocopy of your
entire police file.

♪ Oh, oh ♪

He says you might want
to start on page 74.

It's marked.

I have no idea
how that even happened,

and I don't want to.
[ Exhales sharply ]

But I know how much
you said you needed it,

so I hope whatever you did
to get it...

[ Exhales sharply ]

Thank you.

For bringing this.

♪ Be good to me ♪

Jasmine's gotta study
for her biology midterm

and she's gonna need my help,
so I gotta go.

This is a start, Marie.

This is the story
of how they got me.

With this...

[ Sighs ]

This is gonna get me home.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Be good to me ♪

♪ Unh ♪

♪ Be good to me ♪

♪ Be good to me ♪

♪ Be good to me ♪

♪ Be good to me ♪

♪ Be good to me ♪

♪ Good ♪

♪ Be good to me ♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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