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In the criminal justice system,

sexually-based offenses
are considered especially heinous.

In New York City,

the dedicated detectives who investigate
these vicious felonies are members

of an elite squad known
as The Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

Kick, punch, elbow, knee.

Kick, punch, elbow, knee.

She having a spas attack?

No, it's Krav Magoo.

It's Krav Maga.

It's what they teach secret
agents for self defense.

Where did you learn it?

My mom.
They do it at her aerobics class.

Elbow, kick, punch!

What happened?

Everybody, inside the school, now!

Gun, run!

No! Make sure just get
your heads down.

Far as we know, shooter's in the wind.

Kids were hit?

We covered EMS with a balistic blanket,

pulled one boy from the play ground.

- Alive?
- No.

- Anyone else?
- Two hits.

Bullets made it inside the school,
leg wounds on its way to Bellevue.

Here comes the other one.

How is she?

She has W to the left shoulder.

Stopped bleeding with pressure dressing.
Vitals are stable.

All right, I'll with her.
Hi, what's your name?

- Annabelle.
- Hi, Annabelle.

- Did you see who shoot you?
- No.

Did anybody threaten you?

- Any of your classmates?
- No, it hurts.

I know it does, honey, and
you are being very brave.

What did I do?
Why did they shoot me?

I don't know, sweetie.

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How many kids were
out there? / 42.

It was an hour before school started.
Most of the students hadn't arrived yet.

Where was the shooter?

I don't know.
I never saw a gun.

Have there been any threats?

Recently fired employees, teachers,
disgruntled parents?

We're a public school,
so all of the above.

I'm gonna need a list, okay?

We're setting up a family center
at the fort Tryon armory.

We'll return the kids
to their parents there,

but I'm gonna need you
to interview them first.

Just tell me everything you remember
before the gunshots, okay?

Did you hear anyone saying angry words?

Where did it sound like
the gunshots came from?

- Sidewalk.
- The sidewalk?

Did you see anyone
on the sidewalk with a gun?

I didn't see the gun.

But I know it wasn't anybody
on the sidewalk.

Well, okay.

Who was it?

I don't know, but he was in a van.

What was the color of the van?

I didn't see any van.

So what did you see?

Open windows.

From a car?

No, no. Building windows.

Across the street.

- Which building?
- All of them.

People were shooting from
all different directions.

So there was more than one shooter?

No, just one.

He must've been someone
on the playground.

And you're positive you didn't
see who shot you? / Yes.

Anyone up for good news?

Yeah, I sure am.

X-rays confirm the bullet
completely missed your femur.

You have a little soft tissue damage,

but you should be back running
marathons in no time.

But I never ran in a marathon.

Well, you will now that is how good
we are gonna fix you up.

So you have no ballistic
evidence for us?

Clean, through and through.

Your bullet is still on that playground.

Will you make Jeffrey and
Annabelle all better too?

Dr. Beresford was just on his way
to check on Annabelle for us now.

How is she?

Still in surgery.

I'll let you know.

Olivia?

I'm right here.

Johnny Mayhew.

Who's that?

He's a boy in my class
that gets a lot of timeouts.

What about him?

He has a gun.

When did you see Johnny
with a gun?

The first day after summer vacation.

He brought it to school
in his backpack.

He let me hold it.

A .380 semiautomatic
is not a toy, Mrs. Mayhew.

I told you never to go near that.

Whoa! You're in enough trouble already.

What'd I do?

This reeks of cleaning oil.

You covering for your son, Ms. Mayhew?

I clean it once a week.

So it won't jam
if I ever need to use it.

Safety isn't on,
no lock on the drawer.

I guess a child lock
is out of the question, huh?

You got a permit for that?

It was a gift from my brother.

And you never registered it?

I was supposed to?

Mrs. Mayhew, we're gonna have to
charge you with possession of a weapon

and endangering the welfare of a child.

Get outta here.

And a tech needs to run
a gunshot residue test on Johnny.

Why? He hadn't even left the house yet.

There is no way my Johnny
shot those kids.

P.S. 74
503 WEST 160TH STREET
MONDAY, OCTOBER 3

A teacher came in early
to grade some math tests.

Was she in here during the shooting?

Had just gone to the lounge for coffee.

A stray round came through
this open window,

pierced the map right there.

Well, it looks like he took out Tulsa.

Probably unintentional.

And finally came to rest...

right here.

What caliber was the ammo?

Well, they're all too mangled to tell but,

this one did give us
two points of contact.

The desk...

and the map, which allows us
to ascertain the exact line of fire.

My left or your left?

Your left.

The shooter picked them off
from right here.

- Got something.
- Cozy little sniper's nest.

Perfect location.

Complete with a little hiding place.

What'd he leave us?

It looks like he was smart
enough to pick up his brass.

But remember that line,

"leave the gun, take the cannoli"?

That explains why no one
saw a weapon afterwards.

Folding stock, bolt action,
internal magazine.

High-powered scope
and a flash suppressor.

I think we can rule out
little Johnny Mayhew.

This is a precision sniper rifle.

Kind you use with
a specific target in mind.

Which kid was he gunning for?

BELLEVUE HOSPITAL
RECOVERY ROOM
MONDAY, OCTOBER 3

Can you think of any reason that somebody
may have targeted your daughter?

Of course not.

What reason could anybody have
to shoot a 6-year-old?

What about you? Have you had
any threats? Any recent disputes?

No. We just moved here
from Denver last month.

We hardly know anyone.

Detective, you wanted to be told.

The boy who didn't make it,
his mother just got here.

Mrs. Whitlock.

I'm detective Benson.

Uh, yes, I got a message that
my son Jeffrey was hurt at school,

and to come here.
Is, is he okay?

I don't understand why
they won't let me see him.

No one's talked to you.

No. What, what happened?

Where, where is he?

You know what, why don't we
have a seat right over here, okay?

No, no, no, I, I need
to be with my son.

My husband can't have his cell
phone on at work and,

only I guess that's what we gave
the emergency contact number to the school,

and he, he picked it up on break,

and he left a message for me at home

that I, that I, that I should
meet him here, but he, he didn't...

Mrs. Whitlock.

I'm so sorry.

Please...
don't...

There was a shooting at the school.

Your son didn't make it.

Oh, god!

My husband's here.

I don't know how
I'm gonna tell him.

You're a corrections officer?

Rikers.

Oh, god...

- Your son Jeffrey was...
- Adopted. a year ago.

We couldn't get pregnant.

They said the wait list
to adopt was years.

Unless you happened to be rich.
Which we're not.

And then we found out there were
20,000 kids in foster care.

Just in New York city.

They said 5,000 were legally
free to adopt, immediately.

Jeffrey was in
the harder-to-place older group.

Kids over seven.

Mark works at Rikers.

Every day he has to deal with
the end results of ruined childhoods.

Circle of violence.
We thought we were saving him.

Mr. Whitlock, we have to consider
an inmate at Rikers with a grudge.

We house 17,000 cons there.

Anybody stick out?

I've been spit at, swung at.

I had food, urine,
even feces thrown at me.

I've had my share of threats,
but so has every guard there.

How could they know
who Jeffrey was?

Why take it out on him?

He was so sweet.

I can't believe he's gone.

You're all going to be reunited
with your children.

The counselors are available inside.

So please, let your kids talk to them.

- Mommy, mommy.
- Maddy, thanks for your help, darling.

Captain, I think that's about it.

Kids give you anything?

Yeah, about 40 different
versions about what happened.

Well, eyewitness accounts
are bad enough with adults,

what'd you expect from kids?

Wild imaginations, high suggestibility,

and difficulty distinguishing
fantasy from reality.

That's pretty much what I got.

Well, we got a dad of the one fatality

- who's a corrections officer at Rikers.
- Really?

No! I don't want to go home!

Maddy, come on.
Come on, honey.

I interviewed her, nothing.

- Well, we'd better re-interview her.
- Come on.

Maddy, where do you live?

In an apartment.

Does anyone live
in the apartment with you? / Yes.

- Who?
- My mom.

- Anyone else?
- No.

Maddy, is anyone ever...

- mean to you?
- Yes.

Who?

I promised not to tell.

What would happen if you told?

He has a giant gun, as tall as me,
and he said if I told,

he'd shoot my mom
and all my friends.

Maddy, who is he?

If I go home,
he'll shoot me too,

because he'll think I told.
But I swear I didn't tell.

What does he do to hurt you?

He makes me pull down my pants.

Please don't let him shoot my mom.

We won't let him hurt anybody else.

But you gotta tell me
who he is first, okay?

Maddy.

Who is he?

Mr. Bugeyes.

She means Mr. Buggesi.
She has trouble pronouncing his name.

And who's Mr. Buggesi?

He's an elderly gentleman
in our building.

Retired, he's very friendly.

How often is Maddy alone with him?

Did he do something to her?

Well, we just need to speak with him.

Maddy gets out of school at 3,

but I don't get off work until 5:00.

He says he likes to
keep himself useful.

He watches her for free.

Which apartment is he in?

Mr. Buggesi?

Mr. Buggesi, open the door!

You raped your last little girl,
you rancid bag of puss! / Hey! Hey!

All right, enough, enough,
enough, enough! / Let go!

Get over here. Get over here.
Get over here. Get over here.

Hands against the wall.
Hands against the wall.

- He's unconscious.
- Who are you?

SVU portable to central.

I need a bus for an aided
prisoner at 54th and 2nd.

Apartment 4C as in Charlie.

10-4, bus is on the way.

Patrick McCorkle.

- Any relation to Maddy?
- My niece.

Looks like Mrs. McCorkle
gave Patrick here the heads-up.

Now, look, I understand
you're very angry.

- I don't think you do.
- We're still arresting you.

Fine.
Just put us in the same cell.

Buggesi say anything to you
before you scrambled his brains?

He said he was sorry.

That he was born with unnatural urges,
he couldn't control himself.

Look at this.

That's what he threatened her with?

It's an air pellet rifle.

A toy.

Looks as real as a sniper rifle.
Especially to a 7-year-old.

Yeah, except this one didn't
take out three kids on that playground.

It doesn't rule out
Buggesi as the shooter.

People can own more than one gun.

Buggesi was sitting in a dentist's chair
at the time of the shooting.

Maddy's uncle beat him
almost to death.

Are we even sure he's a molester?

There's an open warrant
on him from Florida.

They'll extradite, we won't get a crack
at him until they're done.

What about the weapon Munch
found on the roof? Any prints? / No.

But the serial number's intact.

John, where are we
with the gun trace?

On a cross-country tour.

It was lovingly manufactured
in Sturgis, South Dakota.

Made its way to a wholesale distributor
in Brainerd, Minnesota.

Who then shipped it to
a whimsically named little shop

- called "Gun ho!" On Staten island.
- When?

Less that a month ago.
Gun ho! sold it last Thursday.

- We have a legal purchase?
- Complete with loophole.

It's a long gun,
so no background checks are required.

- Cash sale.
- Of course.

- Buyer's signature on the affidavit?
- Yeah, but it's illegible.

And I guarantee you,
it is bogus.

Okay, well, looks like, uh,
"S. Brockwull" or, uh, "Rockwell."

First initial could be "G"?

Who made the sale?

The owner of Gun ho!
His name is...

Brian Ackerman.

Well, he did a pretty half-assed job.

He didn't get a clear signature
or a full first name.

Let's go talk to Mr. Ackerman.

GUN HO!
STATEN ISLAND, NEW YORK
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 4

- Anybody in there?
- Hello?

I'm sorry.
We're closed.

What is this regarding, please?

A little young to be working
in a gun store, aren't you?

I'm 16, sir.
My dad's the owner.

- What's your name?
- Kyle Ackerman.

Your dad leaves you here all alone?

Yeah, I sweep up as
part of my allowance.

Kyle, you need to open this door.

Excuse me.
Do you have a warrant?

For what? We're investigating
the string of burglaries your dad had.

What? / We thought we'd check
the security system.

Can you come back tomorrow?

You know, I don't feel comfortable
leaving a kid alone with

all these weapons and ammo.

I've been around guns all my life.

You can't be back there, sir.

Just want to check your security,

make sure your dad doesn't lose
any more inventory.

We haven't had a burglary
in six months.

I thought you said
there was no one else here.

It's none of your business.

Could be our burglar.

No, it's not.

Hey, look, I'm serious!
You cannot go down there!

Damn, there's something
you don't see every day.

So what the hell
do you do here, huh?

Exercise our First amendment
right to free speech.

"The reason the Jews
made up the holocaust."

I'm sorry, Star.

Jew?

Hey, excuse me.
Are you this boy's mother?

I'm a friend of the family.
What's your business here?

We're investigating
the shooting at P.S 74.

- What about it?
- An African-American boy was murdered.

With a rifle purchased right upstairs.

You mean that dead little jungle bunny?

She's all torn up about it.

Hey, you can't do that.

This is not a police state.

You are destroying private property
and you're trespassing.

Well, we were just leaving.
You mind coming along with us?

I'm not going anywhere
with you, kike.

Assaulting a police officer.

Well, now you're guaranteed
a ride with us.

Oh, like hell I am.

I don't recognize
the authority of the puppets

of the zionist occupied government.

Kyle, we have rights.

You call your daddy
on your cell phone,

tell him that I am being taken
political prisoner.

Clean up all the crime
in Jew York city?

Or are you just afraid to do the job
you're actually paid for?

Chasing down gang-banging,
crack-smoking killer spics and coons.

So you know, I'm employed here.

Affirmative action, hard
at work, ladies and gentlemen.

Right this way, son.

Wait, wait!
well, now, wait a minute.

You can't separate us.
I demand to act as his guardian

- and be present when you interrogate him.
- Sweetheart, he's not under arrest.

We're only gonna let him stay here
till his old man comes and picks him up.

Do not tell them anything, Star.

You wait until my father gets here.
He'll know exactly what to do.

Don't you worry, honey.

Of course he's gonna know what to do.
He's gonna sue your ass.

I hope you've got yourself
a really good shyster Jew lawyer.

White supremacist, huh?
What's that about?

Racial purity.
There's no law against it.

But there is against hate crimes.

Now, somebody plastered your stickers

all over synagogues in three
different boroughs recently.

I distribute information
relating to my group's ideologies

as permitted by the First amendment.
I didn't do that.

Well, what exactly do you do, Star?

I help out a friend whose
philosophies I happen to embrace.

Brian Ackerman owns a gun store.

And he leads a hate group.
That's an interesting combination.

You two neo-Nazis ever run into a guy
named "Racool," "Rockwall"?

No. Who's he?

He's the man or the woman
who shot up P.S. 74.

At first we couldn't see a connection
between the victims.

We got Jeffrey Whitlock,
who's African-American.

Danny Kohler, who's white,
but Jewish.

And Annabelle Paoletti,
of Italian descent.

With dark eyes, dark hair.

You make a mistake on that one?

Well, it must've been,
because she is just too pretty to be Jewish.

Did you see your shooter?

You tell us.

- I had nothing to do with this.
- Well, the gun that Rockwell used,

it came from the store
that you work at.

I just go downstairs, help out a little bit
after hours. I don't work there.

- Printing up your love notes.
- Mailing out the orders.

They come in faster
than Brian can handle.

- Brian's got a mail-order business.
- On his website.

It's very, very popular.
You should check it out sometime.

Blitzkriegwarriors.Org

"The official site of raw.
Revolutionaryan warriors."

Hate groups just love the internet.

Well, it links the idiots together,
lets them rant.

And exchange hate tactics.

Ten years ago, there was one website
advocating racial hatred.

Last number I heard was nearing 500.

Maybe on the internet,
but in New York city?

Well, they're everywhere.
On and off the web.

Watch groups have identified 21 separate
hate groups operating in New York state.

Click on blitzkriegkids.

Blitzkriegkids...

Kyle Ackerman has his own site.

Hitler youth are alive and well.

What does his page offer?

Keep running, Jew!

Keep running!

The game's called Final solution.

Players get to be a cyber-clansman
or a skinhead gang member.

Chase minorities around
a virtual urban landscape.

Little webmaster-racemeister, huh?

I have the current high score.

What the hell is JFK reloaded?

Trust me, you don't want to go there.

They're just games.

There are plenty of games
where white men get killed,

but obviously your kind
has no problem with that.

My kind?
You mean cops?

Niggers.

So you'd he happy if somebody
exterminated the two of us

and everybody that looks like us?

Of course not.

Raw doesn't advocate violence.

We leave that to the savages.

We all know who those are.

You never had a chance, did you?

What? / Your father's been filling your
head with hate since you were a baby.

I actually feel sorry for you.

Oh, don't.
I was lucky to be born a caucasian.

You were the one who drew
the genetic short straw.

You know, scientists have discovered
there's really no

genetic difference
between the races.

It's only skin-deep.

Jews? Are the descendants
of the union between Eve and Satan.

And who do you think spawned you?

Kyle!

I need someone to help
me right now.

Preferably someone who speaks English
with an I.Q. above 60.

The father.

Hello! Who's in charge
of this cesspool?

- That would be me, Mr. Ackerman.
- Really?

I didn't think they allowed white males
in positions of power anymore.

Unless, of course, you're homosexual.

You know, your rant is even funnier
in person than it is on your website.

Ah, yeah, the requisite tuna feminist.

Why don't you stay out
of this one, Hillary?

What have you done with my son?

Don't worry, his mind
is just as warped as you left it.

- Kyle!
- Dad.

I'd like you two to repeat what you
said about my father to his face.

Cowards.

I understand you home-school this boy.

You afraid to expose him
to the truth?

My father's a brilliant teacher.

He doesn't dumb down
the lessons for minorities

like they do in public school.

- Or distort history to mollify them.
- Sweetheart.

He's completely brainwashed you.

You're the idiot embracing the lies.

Sorry I let you down, sir.

I should never have allowed them
to breach the perimeter.

We'll talk about this at home.
Let's go.

Before you go,

you need to describe the person
you sold the sniper rifle to.

Well, I sell dozens of guns every day.

I don't remember faces.

Or to follow minimal
sales requirements.

Apparently you've forgotten
the Second amendment.

It's not my job to interfere with
an individual's right to bear arms.

- Let's go, Kyle.
- Uh, what about Star?

Ms. Morrison assaulted an officer.

She's still being questioned.

Okay, go wait in the car.

Your detectives entered
my property without a warrant,

- without probable cause...
- Eliot.

They made false arrests,

they violated my son and Ms. Morrison's
constitutional rights...

- Detective Stabler, is this true?
- No, sir.

After his son Kyle allowed us
to be on the property,

exigent circumstances led us
into the basement,

where a person we believed to be
an intruder assaulted detective Munch.

- Liar.
- Paranoid?

I'm not gonna stand here
and be insulted.

What, you gotta get back to
your holocaust denial buddies,

- cook up some more conspiracy theories?
- I'm an academic.

I address historical inaccuracies
on my website, sir.

Well, while we're clearing
up inaccuracies,

this is the gun purchase affidavit

that you were kind enough
to fax over to us earlier.

Yes, I believe everything is in order.

Well, maybe you could help us decipher
this signature here, "G. Rockwell."

Now, could that be
George Lincoln Rockwell,

founder of the American Nazi party?

I don't see how it could be, sir,

because he was assassinated back in '67.

Was the man who bought the rifle
a member of your group, Mr. Ackerman?

- No, I've never seen him before, sir.
- Describe him.

I believe he was African-American.

That is still the current
P.C. phrase, isn't it?

I, I don't know, it just changes
so often, I can't keep up.

Officer Taylor.

- What?
- This is Mr. Ackerman.

He's the leader of
the revolutionaryan warriors.

Escort him out of here, please.

My pleasure.
This way, Mr. Ackerman.

Get your hands off me, thank you.

Crime lab pulled DNA off
the padding on the rifle scope.

The shooter was sweating, gave
us a hit on the DNA database.

It's a convicted felon named
Brannon Lee Redding.

Police!
Go, go, go!

Don't move!
Up against the wall!

Is there a problem, officer?

Clear!
Clear!

Lovely place you have here, Brannon.

Thanks. I try to keep it nice.

There's no coloreds allowed!

"Rahowa." What's that?

Acronym. Racial holy war.

Mein kampf. I see you're not
a member of oprah's book club.

Are those beer bottle caps?

Pretty cool, huh?

The fat skinhead's
not as dumb as he looks.

Lawyered up the second
we sat down.

We don't get to talk to him.

Munch and Fin said he was pretty
vocal on the ride over.

With racist epithets,
not a confession.

Do we need one? We've got his DNA
on the murder weapon.

Which he now claims was stolen.

Pretty big coincidence that

the thief would then shoot the son
of his corrections officer.

Well, the crap a jury
will swallow boggles the mind.

What's the timeline on the gun?

Well, Redding was released
from Rikers Friday before last.

Then he bought the rifle
the following Thursday

from his fellow white
supremacist Brian Ackerman.

School shooting went down
four days later.

Do we think that Ackerman
was in on it?

Well, they're in lock step ideologically,

but that's the only connection
we have so far.

Ackerman never even visited Rikers.

What was Brannon in for?

Assault and battery
on an ethiopian cab driver.

Detective Benson.

Father of the dead boy.
Mr. Whitlock.

I heard you found the guy.
That true?

We think so. / Did he say anything?
Why he did it?

No, we were hoping that you could
fill in the motive.

Sir, did you ever have any altercations
with this man at Rikers?

Never.

Brannon Lee Redding.

He wasn't even on my block.

What did you have against
this corrections officer?

Nothing. He looks like a nice guy.

You killed his son.

How did you know which kid
on that playground was his?

How'd I kill anybody?
My gun was stolen.

One in 35 million.

Now, those are the odds against it
being anyone else's DNA on that rifle.

Damn, I hope this Jew lawyer they
gave me can figure a way around that.

Heshy, have you informed your client
that if you take this to trial,

he will be judged by
a jury of his peers?

Other skinheads. Great.

No, your human peers.

It's a lovely, racially diverse group.

What are you offering, Casey?

You first.
What does your client have to offer?

Just my undying love and affection.

We'd make pretty white babies
together, don't you think?

- Who else was involved, Brannon?
- Nobody.

Are you a member of revolutionaryan
warriors, also knows as Raw?

No. But where do I sign up?

How about in your jail cell at Rikers
during the year you await trial?

Don't play cute, Casey.

No one's gonna put him
in the same prison

where the alleged
victim's father works.

What, you don't think word'll travel?

It'll be fun.

You cowering in your cell 24/7.
Afraid to go to chow,

not knowing if someone
put ground glass in your food?

Okay. Protective custody,
25 to life.

All counts to be served concurrently.

TRIAL PART 40
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 26

Now, before we begin,

let's just make sure that everyone
is familiar with the rules of my courtroom.

I have a zero tolerance policy
for shenanigans.

I appreciate that emotions
are running high.

But you must control them
if you wish to remain.

That means no outbursts
and no foul language.

- Capiche, Mr. Redding?
- Yes, your honor.

I understand you want to change
the plea you made at arraignment?

Yeah, I want to plead guilty.

Please stand.

You may now allocute.

Describe your crime for the court.

Uh, I shot the two Jew kids
and the porch monkey.

May you burn in hell,
you racist pig! / Order!

Madam, sit down
or I'll have you removed.

And as for you, Mr. Redding,

I am rejecting your plea offer.

But your honor,
there's a deal in place.

My courtroom, my decision,
Mr. Horowitz.

And I find this deal reprehensible.

You should be ashamed of yourself
for agreeing to it, Ms. Novak.

I apologize.

A blatant hate crime,
countless children traumatized.

Two of them maimed.

And one precious
young life snuffed out.

What does your honor recommend?

Two options, Mr. Redding.

Withdraw the plea and take
your chances at trial.

Or accept the current offer
of 25 to life for each count.

But to be served consecutively,
not concurrently,

as so egregiously suggested.

If you should choose to go to trial
and are found guilty,

I will show no leniency.

Your parole officer's parents
haven't even been born yet.

No. No way in hell.
I want the deal I was promised.

Court officers, remove the prisoner.

Yeah, screw you, old man!

Rahowa!
Rahowa!

- Rahowa!
- Order!

Rahowa! / Have you been brainwashed
by the Jew-controlled media?

Silence! / Or are you just
another corrupt lackey

- of the zionist occupied government?
- Remove that woman.

White power. / The fine for contempt
of my court is $500, young lady.

What are you gonna do?
You gonna criminalize the First amendment?

You've just made it $1,000.
Court officers, lock her up.

- Free the political prisoner!
- That's 1,500.

Keep counting, Mr. Judge.

I want a deal, you bitch.

Brannon, I can't talk to you
without your attorney present.

Where is he?

Jewey Jewstein sold me down the river.
Screw him.

Heshy didn't have anything to do
with judge Schukyler's decision.

Let's just work this out
between us whites.

For this meeting only,
I waive my right to counsel. How's that?

As long as you don't jerk me around
with any more lies this time.

When did I ever lie to you?

You told me that you didn't have
any ties to the group Raw. / I don't.

They seem to be all
warm and fuzzy for you.

You purchased the murder weapon
from their leader, Brian Ackerman,

and his number one groupie Star Morrison
is sitting in a jail cell

on contempt charges for
protesting your treatment in court.

I didn't buy that rifle.
Ackerman gave it to me.

Why would he do that?

He conned me into doing the shooting.

And Star's involvement?

You think I was dumb enough to talk
about business in front of some slash?

She walked in when I was leaving.

She's his old lady.

Who knows what they talk about in bed?

I thought you went for the nice,
clean-cut Nazi types, Star.

What brought you
to the skinhead's hearing? / Curiosity.

Ackerman send you
to keep tabs on him?

Make sure he didn't name names?

I only went to support
a fellow white man.

I figured you would probably
renig on your deal.

I'll tell you what.

When he realized he wasn't
seeing the light of day again,

your boy Brannon's white pride
just flew right out that window.

I've never seen anybody flip so fast.

What'd he tell you?

All about the alliance between
the skinheads and your group Raw.

That's news to me.

It shouldn't be. Brannon says you were
there when Ackerman gave him the gun.

Sold him the gun.
They weren't friends.

Well, they were friendly enough
for Brannon to confide

he'd just gotten out of Rikers.

And Ackerman telling him that
your group tracks race traitors,

and there was a white guard there
by the name of Mark Whitlock,

who'd adopted a black boy.

This is a prisoner who has
a score to settle against a guard.

We went through the reports.

Brannon wasn't involved in any
altercations with Whitlock.

Raw prides itself on, on
self-control and discipline.

Ackerman would never get in bed with
the skinheads over something like this.

He got a hold of the boy's
school picture for him.

And he gave him the murder weapon.

You're being played.

Whatever.

Conspiracy. Murder two.

Our ADA will be calling you
to be a witness against Ackerman.

I can't testify.

I understand you're scared.

I can take care of myself.

We'll offer you protection.

There's no way in hell
I'm gonna testify.

I subpoenaed Star Morrison.

Wouldn't lay odds on her showing up.

She corroborates the meeting
between Brannon and Ackerman.

If she doesn't testify,

she goes right back in her cell
on her second contempt of court charge.

Casey. Did you get
my notice of appearance?

I'm taking over representation
for Brian Ackerman.

How'd you let that piece
of garbage con you, Barry?

It's not a First amendment case.

It is. If you're only
going after him

because you don't like
the things he has to say.

Have you had a conversation with him?

Yes, and I find every word
he spews morally repugnant.

But his speech,
despicable as it may be,

doesn't entitle anyone
to trample all over

his constitutional rights,
now, does it?

TRIAL PART 40
THURDSAY, OCTOBER 27

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

- I do.
- State your name.

I plead the Fifth.

Ms. Morrison, it's just your name.

I invoke my right against
self-incrimination

as afforded me by the Fifth amendment
of the U.S. Constitution.

Ms. Novak, are the people prepared
to offer this witness immunity?

We already have, your honor.

Ms. Morrison, I understand
that you have been granted immunity.

I plead the Fifth.

This witness is dismissed.

Your honor, could I please
request a brief recess?

Call your next witness, Ms. Novak.

The people call Brannon Lee Redding.

Sidebar.

Approach.

You have a problem with this
witness, Mr. Moredock?

I have many problems with
this witness, your honor.

First and foremost
that as a co-conspirator,

- his testimony must be corroborated.
- Your honor,

we have produced
physical evidence to corroborate

- his testimony.
- You're referring

- to the dead boy's school picture with...
- Go to his website, Barry.

Click to the page on race traitors.

Mr. Moredock, I'm allowing this witness.

- Your honor...
- Step back, Mr. Moredock,

- I've made my ruling.
- It's a bad ruling.

Mr. Moredock.

You're allowing your personal beliefs
to, uh, to cloud your legal judgment.

You are perilously close
to contempt, sir.

I'm just trying to protect
my client's rights, your honor.

In this country, even
neo-Nazis have them.

They have the right to assemble,
the right to free speech.

And as much as it just kills you two,

the right to a fair trial.

You will have a chance
to present your case.

Call the next witness, Ms. Novak.

Mr. Redding, when did you first
meet the defendant Brian Ackerman?

About a week after I got out.

And what happened at that meeting?

He sees my tattoos, finds out
I just got out of Rikers.

- Starts trying to bait me.
- How?

Says skinheads are all talk.

Says his group's more organized.

Says, "I got a whole list of targets."

And there should be one
I'm especially interested in.

And what target was that?

The adopted sambo of some
white Rikers security guard.

He gave me his home
and school address.

He even gave me his school picture.

Race traitor!

- Kyle!
- Court officers! Court officers!

Kyle!
Drop it!

Kyle, you're not getting out of here.

We all have to make sacrifices.

- Drop your weapon!
- Federal agent.

- Drop it!
- Hold your fire!

Federal agent.
Federal agent, don't shoot.

Kyle? Kyle

BELLEVUE HOSPITAL
RECOVERY ROOM
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 27

FBI? I can't believe you're a fed.

You can understand now
why I couldn't testify.

Yeah, you would've committed perjury
just by stating your name.

Which is...

Dana Lewis.

Detective Munch,

I apologize for everything
I had to say.

You have no idea how reprehensible
I find those words.

But I had to maintain my cover.

How long were you under?

I infiltrated about five months ago

and worked my way up the ranks.

Here comes your partner.

Excuse me and you take care.

Detective Tutuola,
I want to apologize to you for...

We're good.

All right. Take care.

So where is it you got shot?

That would be in the ass.

You want to kiss it
and make it better?

You be nice to me
or you won't get the shake

- I smuggled in for you.
- Fig? From McClinty's?

- Of course.
- Oh, thanks, man.

Thank you for not making me
have to break in another partner.

I'm glad you pulled through, bro.

- Did anyone call Kathy yet?
- No. Don't.

Eliot.
Don't be like that...

She started divorce proceedings.

- When?
- A couple weeks ago.

I have the papers at home,
I just haven't signed them yet.

How'd they get the guns in?

Uh, Christopher Rawlings
was the adult shooter.

He's a member of Raw,
he had a fake badge and I.D.

Don't have to go through
the metal detector.

They waved him right around.

Handed off the gun to Kyle Ackerman.

Any casualties?

One of the court officers
is still touch and go.

The other one didn't make it.
And, uh...

neither did judge Schukyler.

You talk with Brian Ackerman?

He said that he was proud
that his son Kyle died a hero.

Fighting for his race.

Hey, Ms. Benson.

Our sting went down.

What'd you get?

Two prime targets purchasing
about 50 pounds of ammonium nitrate,

urea, and a bunch of
other fixin's for a bomb.

It's an exact replica of the one
McVeigh used in Oklahoma city.

What was the target?

We don't know.

Well, at least you got them.

You're gonna like this.

During the subsequent raid,

we found some information at
may be pertinent to your case.

WHITLOCK RESIDENCE
462 WEST 163RD STREET
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 28

There are no pictures of Jeffrey.

Jana's had a hard time
dealing with his death.

Counselor recommended
removing all reminders.

She must've kept some little keepsake.

A school project, a favorite toy?

What is this about?

This is about just how precious
your son was to you.

According to the two insurance policies
that you took out on him,

- Jeffrey was worth exactly $750,000.
- What?

A bit excessive. Don't you think?
I mean, considering that

the average life insurance policy
on a child is only $50,000.

It's what our insurance
broker recommended.

And you had no problem
paying the $350 a month premium?

I think you would.

Seeing as how you filed
for bankruptcy only two years ago.

You don't have to rich
to give a child a home.

You filed the insurance claim
five days after Jeffrey died.

You couldn't wait, could you?

This is insane.

These were obtained from an FBI raid
of a skinhead terrorist group.

You were mentioned
by name, Mr. Whitlock.

It shows the amount
that you pledged them...

from a future insurance payment.

Somebody's setting me up.

One-third of $750,000.

How would they know the exact amount
of your combined policies?

Brannon didn't get your son's
picture from Ackerman.

You're the one who provided them
with Jeffrey's school picture.

You two adopted this beautiful child
just to kill him, didn't you?

You don't understand.

People must've been surprised
that knew you.

Two racists like you
adopting a little black boy?

We're not racists.

We just needed the money.

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