All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.S21E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

In the criminal justice
system,

the people are represented

by two separate,
yet equally important groups:

the police
who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

[dramatic musical sting]

- [laughing]
- Yo, check out this fool's--

Yeah, come here, come here.

Are you deaf or somethin',
bro?

Hey, hey, I'm talkin' to you!

You're disgusting,
you know that?

Hey.
What's goin' on?

None of your damn business.

Try again, dumbass.

Kiss my ass.

- Stop walkin'.
- You got no right

to tell me what to do.
- I got all kinds of rights.

I said stop walking,
or I'll arrest you.

- For what?
- For being a punk,

and I'll arrest you too
for being an accomplice.

You guys think you're so tough,

just pickin' on some dude
who's down on his luck.

Why don't you
pick on me instead?

Sorry,
we were just playin' around.

- Get the hell outta here.
- Okay.

♪

Sir, you okay?

You need anything?

All right.

[cell phone vibrates]

Dixon.

Kay, we're on it.

Here you go.

Hey, Frank.
It's me.

We just got a body.

DOA is a black male,
late teens, early 20s.

No name, no ID.

Found him naked in the trunk.

Of a car?

No, luggage.

- How'd he die?
- Uh, not sure.

Any obvious injuries--
contusions, cuts, scratches?

No, nothing like that.

Time of death?

Ballpark,
between 1:00 and 5:00 a.m.

[sighs]
Who found the body?

She was walking to work,
saw the fancy trunk,

tried to wheel it off,
realized there was something

inside, opened it up--
wasn't expecting to see

a bare-ass dead dude,
I'll tell you that much.

Mama always said, "If you
see something in the street,

leave it be."

[dramatic music]

♪

Still waiting on tox report.

But cause of death appears
to be a drug overdose.

No petechiae hemorrhage,
and his hyoid is intact.

So he definitely
wasn't strangled.

What else do we know?

Found a tiny puncture wound
on his left arm.

Guessing that's where
he shot up.

Also found ligature marks
on his wrists

and some trace evidence of
gold polyester fibers.

- Somebody restrained him.
- Looks that way.

So the kid was having
some fun in the bedroom,

decides to shoot up and ODs--

And somehow ends up
in a damn suitcase.

Maybe somebody he was
partying with panics,

sticks the dead kid in a trunk,
and dumps him on the street.

That's possible,
but there's no sign

of recent sexual activity.

No DNA on the body either.

Hmm. Look at this.

I'm gonna run this through ECMS.

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah, that's Darien Wilson.

Are you saying that he--
- Yeah.

We found his body this morning.

What happened?
How did he die?

Drug overdose.

Drugs?
I find that hard to believe.

He took such good care
of himself,

had a lot of pride in his body
and in his craft.

He used to come here
for rehearsals

three or four times a week.

He was so talented.

Darien have
a girlfriend, boyfriend?

I'm--I'm not sure.
I knew he was gay, but...

What about his family?

Do his parents
live in the city?

Yes, in the Bronx.

[dramatic musical sting]

I told that boy
he was too young

to move out
and live on his own...

too many temptations.

When was the last time
you talked to Darien?

It's been a while,

over a year.

And how about you, ma'am?

When was the last time
you talked to your son?

A month ago.

I just said hi,

asked how he was doing.

Young man.

Um...not really sure.

Last year?

Is there a reason
for this lack of communication?

Darien chose to pursue
a lifestyle

that conflicted
with our beliefs.

Oh... I see.

When he told us
that he was a homosexual,

I said we'd get him
some counseling,

give him a chance to get
himself right with God.

But he wasn't interested,

and that was that.

Do you know where Darien
was living?

No, I--I don't...

Thank you for your time.

[somber music]

♪

I can't believe
what I just heard.

What is this, 1954?

Kickin' a kid out because
you think he chose to be gay?

Crazy, but it's still a thing
in my community,

especially among
the religious folks.

I don't get it.

- Get what?
- People--Black people.

Here you are
marching the streets

for police reform,
all these progressive laws,

but if your kid
turns out to be gay,

well, he needs counseling.

You need to make him right
with God.

You ask me, that's what you
should be marching about.

Okay, you're right.

But don't act like your people
are much better, all right?

Because you still can't have
pre-marital sex,

for God's sake.

Reason number 36 why I don't
go to church anymore.

Detective Bernard. Okay.

Go on.
Hey, write this down.

124 East 9th Street,
apartment 2C.

Appreciate you
for reaching out.

Kid brother.
Said he went to visit Darien

two weeks ago.

Was afraid to say something
in front of his father.

I spoke to Darien's roommate--

young lady by the name of Sophie.

She said Darien was there
most of the day yesterday.

Left at 6:00 in an Uber
to attend a fancy "soiree."

Dani's trying to track down
the destination now.

What else do we know?
Any interesting texts, emails?

Any talk of drug use?
- No.

Did he mention any new
friends, a new boyfriend?

Uh,
best I could find is this--

sent two days ago:

"TBM is trippin',
like, for real.

But he's still kinda dope."
I have no idea what that means.

[chuckles] Some dude
named TBM is acting weird,

but Darien
still thinks he's awesome.

M.E. called ten minutes ago,

said the official
cause of death

was acute
methamphetamine toxicity,

said they found 2 milliliters
of concentrated meth

in Darien's vein,

meaning it never metabolized
into his bloodstream.

Meaning someone
shot him up again

after he was already dead.

So let's keep
working this case

until we figure out
what the hell happened.

Hey, just got access
to Darien's Uber account.

So his last destination
was 321 Green Street,

an art gallery downtown,
and it looks like there was

a fundraising event there last
night for Senator Jack Nathan.

Okay,
let's track down this host.

[dramatic musical sting]

It was a great event.

I raised $2 million
for Senator Nathan.

- From Connecticut?
- Mm-hmm.

If he plays it right,
he could be president--

smart, handsome, charming.

His politics
transcend party lines too--

strong family values,
moderate on economic issues,

yet still viewed as
a progressive on social issues.

Did this young man
attend your event?

Uh...you'd have to talk
to the catering company.

You know, they're in charge
of hiring the staff.

Young and Black--
gotta be hired help.

I wasn't suggesting that--

I mean, most of the invitees
were between 50 and 60,

you know, people I know.

Is it possible the man was
a guest of someone you know?

- Sure.
- How many people

were at the event?
- A...hundred?

You know, not including help.
- [chuckles sarcastically]

Did this event space
have security cameras?

Yes, but I insisted that the
gallery owner deactivate them.

Why is that?

Well, because I want people
to feel comfortable,

to enjoy themselves,
not to have to worry

about saying
or doing the wrong things.

It's how you raise money, Detective.

I'll keep that in mind.

Before we go,
do you mind giving us the name

of that catering company,
if you don't mind?

Mm-hmm, okay, thanks.

Just talked to the caterer.

They didn't recognize
Darien's photo.

So contrary to Swanson's
belief, he was not a waiter.

He was a guest.
Any luck?

Yeah, I just found video of
Darien a few hundred yards away

from the art gallery
about 8:45 p.m.

Can you zoom in
on that other guy?

It's pretty good resolution.

I'll send it over
to Facial Rec.

No need.
That's our guest of honor,

Senator Jack Nathan.

♪

Hey.

- Oh, that was great.
- Yeah.

Thanks a lot, thank you.

Senator, excuse me.

Take it easy, guys.

We just wanna talk.
- About what?

Last night's fundraiser.

Or we can take a ride up to
your home in Connecticut,

if you'd prefer.

No need.
It's all good.

Come on, let's walk.

So what can I do for you?
- You know this young man?

- Looks vaguely familiar, but--
- How 'bout now?

He look more familiar?

That's you, isn't it?

Like I said earlier,
the senator is willing

to answer questions
off the record.

- No such thing.
- Then he's not talking.

- Choice number two.
- [chuckles]

We do a deep dive
on the senator,

start asking lots
of questions--lots.

We open a grand jury--
- Is that a threat?

No, it's a statement of fact.

This is
a homicide investigation.

Do you understand?

Okay.

I met Darien last night.

But hold on a second.
You said he's dead?

What are you talking about?
- Died of a meth overdose.

A woman found his naked body
on the street this morning.

I had no idea.

Oh, that's terrible.
- Sure is.

I left the fundraiser
at about 8:45,

and then I went uptown
to Kyle Swanson's townhouse.

He was having a few people
over for drinks.

- And you took Darien with you?
- Yes.

So you and Darien drove
uptown to this after-party.

What time did you get there,
9:00 or so?

- Something like that.
- How many people were there?

- Ten.
- Boys and girls, or...

Just boys.

How long
did you and Darien stay?

About an hour,
maybe a little bit more.

But... I wasn't with Darien.

Like I said,
I just gave him a ride.

- What'd you do at this party?
- Drinking, socializing.

Care to be more specific?

[sighs]

People were, you know,
hooking up with each other.

- Did you hook up?
- I did.

- With Darien?
- No. Someone else.

His name was Walter.
- Were there any drugs?

Absolutely not.

There's no way
I'd stand for any of that.

But cheating on your wife,
that's no big deal?

Look, I'm sorry
this young man is dead.

But I didn't see any drugs.
I don't know what happened.

When I left
Swanson's townhouse,

Darien was still there
and still very much alive.

[dramatic music]

♪

Thank you, Ms. Brenda.

Mr. Swanson,

we have a few more questions
we'd like to ask you.

Are we really still talking
about this drug addict?

- Yes, we really are.
- This is absurd.

Oh, it gets even more absurd.
We have a search warrant,

which means we don't even need
your consent to be in here.

So what's going on here,
boys?

Boys?
Hell no.

We're men.
- It's just a word,

a colloquialism.

A colloquialism I don't like.

I'm not a big fan either.
But as for your question,

what's going on here is
you lied to us, Kyle.

You said
you didn't know Darien.

Yet, in fact,
he attended a party,

an intimate gathering here,

in your home,
after the fundraiser.

- What are you talking about?
- You can save it, Kyle.

We've already spoken
to Senator Nathan.

Oh.
I'm calling my lawyer.

Yeah,
that would be a good move.

♪

Hey, Kevin.
Come here.

Yeah.

Find something interesting?
- Yeah, sure did.

Jackpot.

I'm sure I'm not the only guy

with Marcel Dupont luggage
in New York.

But I'm guessing
you're the only guy in New York

with Marcel Dupont luggage
who happened to be entertaining

the dead guy in his house
a few hours before he died.

Plus, you lied to us.

You said you had no idea
who Darien was.

Okay, I knew Darien.

We were dating--very casually.

So why not tell us that
in the first place?

Because I don't like
publicizing my sex life.

We're police, not paparazzi.

And the man is dead.

You're right.

I screwed up.
I...I apologize.

So what did you do that
night after the guests left?

I went to sleep--
around midnight.

And Darien,
he was alive and well?

Yes.

- Was he doin' drugs?
- Not to my knowledge.

So how did he end up dead
and naked in your MD suitcase?

Not sure.

He could've gone out
after I fell asleep.

Like I said, it was a very
casual relationship.

Yeah, and then what, huh?

Hooked up with somebody else

who just happened
to have an MD suitcase?

We might not be rich,
but we ain't dumb.

My client doesn't know
what happened.

So if there are no other
questions, we'll be leaving.

Sit your ass down.

Who the hell do you think
you're talking to?

You wanna lie?
That's fine.

But at least you can show
the courtesy of pretending

that Darien's death
actually mattered.

A young man,
barely 20 years old, is dead.

You're right.
It is a tragedy.

But it is a tragedy
of his own making.

He was an addict.
That's on him, no one else.

♪

Did you talk to the other men
at the after-party?

Yeah,
and all of them confirmed

what Senator Nathan said.

People were drinking
and hooking up,

and there was no over-drug use.

Party ended pretty early too.
Last guest left at midnight.

- Was Darian still there?
- Yes, and the last guy to exit

was an art dealer
named Robert Harper.

He said Swanson and Darien
were the only ones in the house

when he left and that
they were sitting on a couch

drinking wine.
- So from midnight on,

it was just Swanson and Darien
in the townhouse.

And then he probably
wheeled him down 10th Street

and then dumps the body.

Time frame works, but we
still don't have anything

that proves Swanson shot him
up, and since it was just

the two of them,
we may never find it.

This isn't
Swanson's maiden voyage.

He gets off on shootin'
dudes up like Darien.

Trust me.
- How do you know?

It doesn't matter.
I know.

I got a feeling.
So talk to Darien's friends.

Find out
how he and Swanson met.

There's a good chance
that he met other young men

the same way
and shot them up too.

[dramatic musical sting]

I can't believe he's dead.

I talked to him a few days ago.

Sounded like things were going
really well.

You and Darien, you would
text back and forth, correct?

Yeah, we were friends.

And Darien sent you these,
correct?

- Yeah.
- So the person, TBM,

he's referencing in the text,
is that Kyle Swanson?

He used to call him
The Big Man...

'cause he was rich
and important and all that.

- Do you know Swanson too?
- No.

I never met him,
but I saw him around.

He comes here a lot.

He only talks to pretty
young Black men, like Darien.

- They met here?
- Yeah.

You know anybody else
Swanson would party with?

Um...yeah.
His name's Andre.

used to be a bartender here.

That man is pure evil.
He almost put me in the ground.

How?

Would shoot me up with meth.
He wouldn't stop either,

no matter
how many times I asked.

He just kept on goin'.

It was like
the more I said "Stop,"

the more excited he got.
- You shoot him up too,

or was this one-way traffic?
- Nah man, he didn't get high.

He gets off on power
and the abuse.

What kind of abuse?

[sighs]

He'd, uh, tell me
to take off my clothes,

and he'd tell me to pretend
like I was his...

servant.

He would use a different word,
of course.

But I refuse
to say it out loud.

Then, uh, he'd tie me up and
start to shoot me up with meth.

He would just watch you
get high?

That was exciting to him?

No, man.

It was way more screwed up
than that.

It was like he would walk
your ass up to heaven's gates

and decide whether or not
you get to live or die.

Sick son of a bitch thought
he was God or something.

How many times
did he slam you?

Four times.

The last time,
I was in the hospital

for six days in a coma.

Why didn't you
alert the police?

He's rich.

He has all kinds
of important friends.

I'm just a brotha from Georgia.

I gotta ask...

if you hated it so much,
why'd you let him do it to you?

I have a mother and three
little sisters back home.

He paid you.

10 grand per session.

But, look, man, no more.

I'm done with all that.
No more drugs,

no more crazy old white men.

Sounds like a good plan.

Andre, I appreciate
you coming down here

and sharing your story.

With your help,
we are gonna nail this bastard.

If you need anything, call me.

♪

[knocking]

What's up, Frank?

Look, I don't mean to get
personal here, Lieu, but...

we've known each other for,
what, seven years?

Is there a question here?

Yeah, what the hell
is goin' on with you?

'Scuse me?

I've never seen you
this fired up before.

I mean, Darien's case...
it's sad, I get it.

This isn't the first sad
homicide you ever worked.

I caught a case
about two years ago.

It was similar to this one.
Kid's name was Louis Knight.

I found his body
at a construction site naked,

just lying there on the ground.

I remember it was raining too,
you know?

One of those really cold rains

that just wants to turn to
sleet, but it never does.

I chased a couple leads.
It didn't go anywhere,

and then a bunch of
new cases started coming in--

real homicides, gunshots,
stabbings, you know,

the kind of cases you like, Frank.

So we closed the case--
accidental overdose.

But now...
now, with what we know

about this Swanson guy,

I know that he was involved
in that kid's death too.

There's just
too many similarities.

I can't prove it, but--

I need you to do me a favor.

I need you to keep
working this case hard,

because people like Swanson,
bullies who prey on the weak,

they need to pay.

They need to go down.

♪

[sighs]

His name is Andre Walker.

He's 21 years old, Black,

"dated" Swanson on and off
for three months.

Swanson injected him
with meth?

Four times, and the last time
that they were together,

he almost died.
He told Swanson to stop.

He wouldn't--
just kept pushing that needle,

and Andre ends up
in a coma for six days.

Swanson tried to kill him,
almost did too, so...

I know where you're going.

But under New York law, if you
inject someone with drugs,

and they die,
it's negligent homicide.

If they accidentally die, yeah.

But if you want them to die?
You don't care if they die?

That's murder.
Swanson gets off

on bringing people
to the brink of death.

He gets off on all of that.
So if someone actually dies,

he's gotta pay the check.

This all comes from
Andre's statement, correct?

- Yeah, that's right.
- So this twisted game

that Swanson likes to play,

that's all based on
Andre's experience.

I get it, Sam,
and you're right.

But Andre wasn't a one-off.

It is more like
the tip of the iceberg.

What are you talking about?

We dug into
prior meth overdoses

in the last five years.
Five DOAs--

all young, Black, and poor,

and all of them
had ties to the bar

that Swanson
loves to frequent--

the same bar
where he met Darien and Andre.

- If that's true--
- He's not only a killer.

He's a serial killer.
- [sighs]

Other than the bar, where he
met the five alleged victims,

is there anything else

connecting Swanson
to five dead men?

No,
but it's not a coincidence.

That may be true,
but it doesn't help us

with the present case.
Those five bodies

are inadmissible, irrelevant.

They may be inadmissible,

but they are definitely
not irrelevant.

This is a murder case, Nolan.
- [sighs]

I'll talk to McCoy.

If what you're saying
is true...

it's horrific...

beyond comprehension.

But can we prove
that's what actually happened

with Darien Wilson?

Can we actually put the needle
in Swanson's hand that night?

Can we prove he was playing
the same twisted game

he played with Andre?

We're still looking
for more evidence,

but I think it's worth a shot.

Swanson is a very dangerous
and evil man.

But at the moment, he's
still a very well-respected,

very well-connected businessman
with ties to some of the most

influential politicians
in the country.

Not to mention,
he supported my opponent

in the last election,
so...he'll claim we're biased--

That this is all payback.
- What are you saying?

If we're gonna try to kill
the king, we can't miss.

So work closely with Dixon,
build a strong case...

and take the son of a bitch
down for murder.

[dramatic musical sting]

Your Honor,
this is preposterous.

The victim died
of an accidental overdose.

My client had nothing
to do with his death.

But for the sake of argument,

even if he admitted
to injecting the victim

with drugs,
which he absolutely does not,

the correct charge
for such a crime is Man Two.

Only when a crime involves
an accidental overdose.

The defendant's actions
in this case

showed a depraved
indifference to human life,

which is why we are
charging him with murder.

- But there's no evidence.
- Bail is set at 3 million.

Your Honor,
this is outrageous!

If it's so outrageous,
file a motion to dismiss.

Next case.
[gavel knocks]

[both whisper indistinctly]

You'll never convict me.

You know that, right?

First thing we need to do is
nail down all the evidence,

and all
the supporting documents.

I want credit card receipts
for the Marcel Dupont luggage.

If he bought it in a boutique,

then find me video of him
in the actual store.

Pull the M.E. files,
tox reports, lap reports...

We found another witness.
Name is Jalen Brooks--

hooked up with Swanson
three weeks ago.

Same story as Andre,
same profile too--

young, gay, Black, and poor.

This bastard is clearly
targeting these men

based on their identity,
their demographic profile.

- Are you suggesting--
- Oh, damn right, I am.

This is a hate crime.

If we add that as a kicker,

he's staring down
a 20-year minimum.

Nothing his lawyers
or his fancy friends

can do about it either.

♪

Kyle Swanson
targeted Darien Wilson,

and two other young men,
Andre Walker and Jalen Brooks,

based on the beliefs

he held about race, age,
and social status--

namely, they were
Black, young, and poor.

To the extent he targeted
them for anything, it was sex.

He was attracted to them.
He finds Black men beautiful.

- [chuckles]
- That is the opposite of hate.

Actual animus is irrelevant.

How can it be a hate crime
without actual animus?

How can that
possibly be irrelevant?

According to
a recent New York case,

People v. Cooney,
the Court held,

"If someone
intentionally selects a victim

"because of
a belief or perception

"regarding their race, color,
gender, gender expression,

"or religion,
it's a hate crime,

"regardless of whether
or not the defendant

actually hates the victim."

We're talking about
a middle-aged man

attracted to young Black men.

No, I agree with Mr. Price.
Motion granted.

[sighs]

One night,
I was at his house,

and he just started
pulling out all this meth.

I was like,
"Yo, wassup with that?"

He just...smiled.

He said it'd be fun.

Then he started
peeling off $100 bills

and told me to say when.

- How much did he give you?
- $12,000.

Almost killed me.

I'm sorry
you had to go through all that.

So I have to
tell this story in court?

Like...
in front of a bunch of people?

Yes, it will help
the jury understand

what Swanson did to Darien,

that he likely played the same
disgusting game with him

that he played with you.

Except he wasn't
as lucky as you.

He died.

[sighs]

Okay.

Yeah.

As long as
you can lock this dude up.

We'll do our best.

The defendant shot up Darien
with a lethal dose

of methamphetamine
for his own perverse pleasure.

He loved the power,
the control.

He liked the feeling
of playing God,

determining whether
someone got to live or die.

He used his syringe
as an instrument of death

to kill an innocent
20-year-old man.

Now, the evidence will show
that he enjoyed this twisted,

perverse game, and
that he played it quite often.

Sometimes, people died,
like Darien Wilson...

and sometimes they almost died,

like Jalen Brooks
or Andre Walker.

But the uncertainty,
the possibility...

Is what made it exciting.

And that's also
what made it murder.

Darien Wilson
had a drug problem.

On the night of the 23rd,
he overdosed and died.

Mr. Swanson found
his dead body in his bathroom,

tried to revive him,

but quickly realized
he was deceased.

Mr. Swanson did not inject
Darien Wilson with meth.

He did not kill Darien Wilson.

He merely
disposed of his dead body.

- Mr. Price?
- People call Jalen Brooks.

[indistinct whispering]

What's going on?
- I don't know.

I'm gonna check.

Your Honor, may I approach?

We can't locate our witness.

Well,
I suggest you find him fast.

You have one hour.

[buzzer rings]

Hello?

Yeah,
lookin' for Jalen Brooks.

Nah, he ain't here.
Who is this?

Police.

We need to ask you
a few questions.

[sighs] Be right there.

We wait.

Hm.

So Jalen's not home, huh?
Are you sure about that?

Yeah, he left this morning.

Gave me 300 bucks for the rent
he owed, then he took off.

- Where did he go?
- I don't know.

He say when he'd be back?

Yeah, never.

Said New York was sucking
the life out of him.

Do you mind if we take a look
around the apartment?

Just to confirm all this
with our own eyes.

You can't track him down.

In 2022,
that's hard to believe.

Can't buy a cup of coffee

without leaving
a digital footprint.

If you're in the system,
you have credit cards,

bank cards,
registered cell phones.

That's why Swanson targets

guys like this
in the first place.

Problem is we now have
only one witness

who can establish
Swanson's pattern of conduct.

That's an anecdote,
not a pattern.

I know, but it's all we have.

Then your one witness
better be persuasive.

His story needs to be filled
with vivid details,

specific moments, and facts.

The jury...
not only needs to believe him,

they need to feel sick
to their stomach

that someone like Kyle Swanson
actually exists.

[knocking]

Andre.

What's up?

You said if I ever needed
anything, to reach out.

How can I help?

I talked
to my old lawyer today,

told him what's going on
with the trial

and all this Swanson stuff.

He told me...not to testify.

I'm on parole, so if I admit
to doing drugs with Swanson,

they'll send me back to jail.

Andre, I get it.

But we need your testimony.

I can call your parole officer.
- I can't go back to jail.

I finally got a good job,
a good life.

If I go back inside,
I'll lose all that.

I won't ever
get it back either.

♪

I'll talk to the
parole officer, explain that--

I already did.
The guy is a real hard-ass.

He follows the rules and
he doesn't make any exceptions.

Well, I feel terrible about
that, but he has to testify.

We can't win the case
without Andre.

- Can we win it with Andre?
- Sorry?

Look,
if we're gonna jam this kid up,

we need to know that
we can actually win this trial.

- I can't predict--
- I just can't blow up

this kid's life for nothing.

Send Andre back to jail
and have Swanson walk free.

It's not a slam dunk, Kate.
It's just not.

Then maybe
we let Andre slide.

Hell, we're doing this
to help the victims, right?

We're doing this to get
justice for the men

that Swanson abused--
men like Andre.

We can't just victimize them
all over again.

If Swanson walks,

he will be
even more emboldened.

He will continue to prey on
more vulnerable young men.

So what,
we're just gonna sacrifice

Andre for the greater good?

I don't wanna hurt this guy
any more than you do.

But he is
legally obliged to testify

regardless of his
personal circumstances.

With all due respect,
it's not my fault

that he chose
to violate his parole,

that he chose to do meth
with Kyle Swanson.

Really?
You're blaming him now?

I'm not blaming him.
I'm just speaking the truth.

You're the one who pushed me
to go for broke--go for murder.

You don't get to walk that back
now in the middle of the trial.

It's not how this works.

Okay.

But we need to win.

[dramatic music]

♪

I begged him to stop...

told him my heart was racin',

that I was gonna die, but...

He just smiled,
said I didn't deserve to live--

That I was useless.
- Wait, he said that?

The defendant said
you don't deserve to live?

Yeah.

What else do you remember
about that terrifying moment?

He had this crazy look
in his eye.

He was smilin'
like he was enjoying it.

What happened next?

I woke up in the hospital
six days later.

Some doctor was there,

said he couldn't believe
I was alive,

said he was convinced
I was gonna die.

Nothing further.

You like to date
older, rich men, correct?

Objection, relevance.

Who goes to the defendant's
character, Your Honor.

Overruled, but be careful,
Mr. Harris.

Get to the point.

When you date
these older, wealthy men,

you accept gifts, correct?

- Sometimes.
- And money?

Yeah, every once in a while.

- So you're a prostitute?
- No.

I'm not a prostitute.

But if a guy wants to
give me money, I take it.

In exchange for sex,
which I believe

is the literal definition
of prostitution.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Move on, Mr. Harris.

You said earlier
that Mr. Swanson

injected you with meth,

that you didn't
inject yourself.

- Right.
- But you're a drug addict,

correct?
I mean, you've been convicted

two times for possession
and once for distribution.

- Objection.
- Goes to credibility.

Overruled.

Answer the question.

Yes.

I did drugs,
but I'm not an addict.

And I never shoot up--

only with Swanson
'cause he paid me.

He paid you?
So you not only have sex

for money,
but you do drugs for money?

Is there anything else
you do for money?

You know what,
let me rephrase that.

Is there anything
you wouldn't do for money?

- Objection!
- Sustained.

Nothing further.

- Have you reached a verdict?
- Yes, Your Honor.

Accused and Counsel,
please rise.

What say you?

On the count
of Murder in the Second Degree,

we find the defendant guilty.

[all gasp and murmur]
- This is outrageous!

I am innocent!
I am innocent!

Order!
[gavel knocking]

Don't you touch me.
Don't you touch me.

Get your hands off me!
Get your hands off me!

I will have your job!
- Order!

- You're finished!
- Order!

You're done!
I will take his job!

I know people!
Keep your hands off me!

Don't touch me!

[sighs] Nice job, Nolan.

Can I buy you a drink?

Celebrate our victory?

Thanks, but I'm meeting up
with the head of parole.

I wanna put in
a good word for Andre.

Probably
won't make a difference,

but it's worth a shot.

[wolf howls]