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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.

I'm telling you,
it was fantastic.

Skiing in Japan, who knew?

I just got tired of the
Pyrenees, year in, year out.

So rude. I hate
when people do this.

Guess who?

Those have been
in there for days.

What are you gonna do?

Teach our friend in
1G some manners.

Walderman! You left your
laundry in the dryer. Again.

Walderman!

Walderman?

Walderman!

My God.

Neighbor down the hall found
him. Said the door was unlocked.

Oh, it's cold in here.

Windows are open, heat's off.

Looks like he went a couple
rounds with somebody.

Hey. Hey.

I don't see any
blood on that knife.

Looks like he got strangled. Got
raccoon eyes, bruising around the ears.

God, it must be
40 degrees in here.

Is that gonna mess
with your time of death?

Yeah. Two days, a week, maybe.

Hopefully you can
narrow that down.

Well, it seems he
tried to defend himself.

Or he started something
he couldn't finish.

Either way, he's finished now.

Did anybody else have
access to his apartment?

Even the super didn't have keys.

Ira kept changing the
locks so we couldn't get in.

Why is that? He was paranoid.

Thought we were trying to take
his apartment away from him.

Were you?

Please.

Two bedrooms, two baths.
That's pretty big for one dude.

Rent-controlled, at that.
Seven hundred a month.

Well, you can get 10
times that much now.

You'd think. Although
crime scene and homicide

aren't exactly the kind of
extras that attract buyers.

Buyers?

Oh, most of the
rest of the building

went co-op ages ago.
Ira was the last holdout.

And how much can
you get for that now?

A million, a million five.

Uh, you said he was the last
renter. How long was he there?

Ira grew up in that apartment.

His parents lived there, too, until
they passed away four or five years ago.

Any other family?

In fact, when we transferred the lease
into Ira's name after his parents passed,

he listed his boss as
an emergency contact.

Sad, really.

Did he work here a long time?

Twenty years.

You two were friends?

I was the man's boss.

Did you ever meet any
of his family or friends?

I'm sorry. He didn't have any
particular friends in this office.

How about a girlfriend?

Girlfriend? Ira?

Was he gay?

Uh, just hopeless.

You know that show Queer
Eye For A Straight Guy?

Even they couldn't
do anything for Ira.

Well, how about enemies,
people he didn't get along with?

Well, that was
everybody, in a way.

Ira had a mild disdain
for other human beings.

Nothing worth
getting killed for.

There's gotta be something
you can tell us about this dude.

Had black coffee with two sugars and a
hot pastrami sandwich on rye for lunch.

Every day?

I'm trying to tell you this guy
was not exactly Mr. Excitement.

That's the picture
we're getting, too.

Did he have any
interests or hobbies?

Basketball. Pro and
College. Knew all the stats.

Bore you to death. That's the
only thing he ever talked about.

You mind if we look
around a little longer?

If it helps.

Thank you.

Nothing here but a
bunch of take-out menus.

Datebook. Doesn't have
one appointment in it.

Radio.

Last week's paper.

Sports page. He's got New York,
Washington and Indiana circled.

Well, he knew how to pick
'em. All those teams won.

Hello?

If I had to take a guess, I'd
say our friend is a gambler.

All right. We'll be right there.

M.E.'s ready for us.

The M.E. on the scene said
that he was probably strangled.

Well, from the bruising, it looks like
somebody put him in a choke hold,

but that's not what
actually killed him.

Second and third vertebra were
fractured. Somebody snapped his neck.

How hard is that? It's not easy.

Takes a lot of leverage.

Like a hanging.

Yeah, exactly like a hanging.

He was lifted off
his feet by his neck.

The drag from his body weight
helped to break the vertebrae.

And Walderman was
what, 5'9? Roughly.

So we're looking for
somebody who was what?

Well over six
feet. And muscular.

Whoever did this
was a big, strong guy.

Latent lifted a good thumbprint
off his watch, but no hits.

If it is our killer's, he's not
in any of the databases.

And no other usable
prints in the apartment?

Just Walderman's, and
his are on the knife, too.

Well, what do we know
about Mr. Walderman?

We think he was a gambler betting
on professional basketball teams.

We pulled his bank records. He
made an $80,000 deposit last month.

Cashier's check.

That's a pretty nice score.

Well, if he deposited his winnings
in cash, he's not betting online.

Well, some of us do prefer to squander
our cash in the old-fashioned way.

Well, see if you can find out who
was taking Mr. Walderman's action.

If he was betting enough to get himself
killed, he memorized his bookie's number.

Where was he calling him from, though?
Pay phone? He didn't have a cell phone.

Well, check his office LUDs.
Maybe he was betting from work.

Oh, well, here's a
number he called one, two,

five times in two
days last month.

Who?

Oh, I'm sorry. I got
the wrong number.

Sorry, bye.

The Lexington Grand.

That's a nice hotel.

Maybe he had a
friend in for a visit.

Cross-check the hotel's records,

see if anybody called him back.

You get the room number.

Okay.

A bunch of junk mail.

Hey. Rosalie
Horton, apartment 4A.

What would he be doing
with his neighbor's mail?

Which one of you is my driver?

Neither, actually. Uh...

I'm Detective Fontana. This is
Detective Green, New York City Police.

Are you Mrs. Horton?

Taka Furukawa.

Mrs. Horton moved
out nearly a year ago.

This about the dead guy in 1G?

Yeah, Ira Walderman.
Did you know him?

Not really. He said if I held onto Mrs.
Horton's mail he'd make sure she got it.

You mind if I keep packing?
I've got a plane to catch.

Sure. Where you off to?

London. I'm a Nylon.

A what?

Nylon. New York Londoner.

That's a hell of a commute.

Tell me about it.

Man, it's hard to believe
that this is the same building.

I was about to say, Mr. Walderman's
apartment don't look like this.

He was rent-controlled.
So was Mrs. Horton.

I'm co-op.

Do you know where
Mrs. Horton moved to?

Sorry. Are you going to see her?

We hope so.

When you do, can
you give her these?

I was afraid of something
like this. I warned him.

Warned him about what?

Mr. Levin. The owner.
He wanted all of us out.

The rent-controlled tenants.

Ira was the only one who stayed.

Did Mr. Levin threaten you?

Well, not exactly.

He just made it
impossible to stay.

Then he offered me money.

How much? $20,000.

I told Mr. Levin
thanks, but no thanks.

I've been here 30 years.
I'm too old to move.

Then he just let the place go to
hell. First my electricity went out.

He said it was the wiring. I
asked him to fix it he said,

"Maybe you should move to a
place that has direct sunlight."

So you moved.

We all did. But I
took the money first.

Last time I saw
Ira, he told me that

Mr. Levin had just
cut off his heat, too.

Have a seat, Mr. Levin.

I have a meeting in an hour.

I could reschedule if you think
this is going to take a long time.

How does 20-to-life
sound to you?

Detectives, I had nothing whatsoever
to do with Mr. Walderman's death.

Oh, no? He was sitting on a gold
mine. One that belonged to you.

Yeah, what's that apartment
going to be worth after it goes co-op?

A million? A million five?

I'm a businessman. I solve
problems with money, not murder.

Is that why you gave
Walderman 80 grand to move?

Nothing wrong with a little
financial incentive. Perfectly legal.

But he didn't move. He
double-crossed you, right?

Now, that had to piss you off.

Now, we know you didn't
strangle him because

you're not big enough
or strong enough.

But he is wealthy enough. He
could pay somebody to do it for him.

We had an agreement. A contract.
He reneged. That's what lawyers are for.

Lawyers? You sued him?

Hey. He sued me first.

Which Ira Walderman
lawsuit did you want?

There's more than one?

He's the plaintiff in several.

Okay, so what's he got
versus Jonathan Levin?

Restraining order
against Mr. Levin.

We'll take a copy of that.

Hey, what are
the other lawsuits?

He's suing the Basketball
League of America,

the Philadelphia Cannons,
the New York Empires...

Wait.

He was one of the fans who
got beat up in that big brawl?

You saw the footage?
It's incredible footage.

I think the whole bunch
should've been tossed for life.

Mr. Walderman claims he
was seriously injured. His back.

He's also suing one of
the players. Silas Inwood.

Oh, Inwood. Commissioner
suspended him for the rest of the season.

But he's still playing while the Players'
Association takes the League to court.

The sports page nowadays,

you read it, it's like
reading the crime blotter.

You can't tell the felons
without a scorecard.

Hey, what was he
asking for in that suit?

$20 million.

Oh, baby.

You must be dealing with a whole
lot of lawsuits because of this brawl.

We've already
settled most of them.

You didn't have much
of a choice, did you?

Oh, no admission of wrongdoing.

The League felt it was
the right thing to do.

No admission of wrongdoing?

They went into the
stands, for crying out loud.

The League knows a few players need
to learn how to conduct themselves better.

That's why we suspended
every player who left the bench

to throw a punch
during the brawl.

A mere slap on the wrist.

Silas Inwood was suspended
for the remainder of the season.

That's not a slap on the
wrist. It's serious money.

That is if the suspension is upheld.
But right now he's playing, isn't he?

A fan, Ira Walderman,
he claims that

Silas Inwood threw him
down, injured his back.

I'm not at liberty to discuss
Mr. Walderman's claims.

His lawsuit is still
pending. League policy.

Well, I can't tell you if Mr. Walderman
was at that particular game

but he is a season ticket holder.
Has been for the last 15 years.

Where did he sit?

One level up from courtside.

Wow, that's gotta cost.

$1,900 a seat,

41 home games a
year. You do the math.

Eighty grand.

That's what Mr. Levin gave
him when he wanted him to move.

Yeah. Now we know what
he was doing with his money.

He wasn't betting on the
games, he was coming to them.

Our season ticket holders
are pretty dedicated.

Each section is like a little
neighborhood. Everyone knows everybody.

You make friends. Or enemies.

So who were Ira's neighbors?

I'm sorry, I can't give
that information out.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you have the people
that sit around Ira give us a call.

You can do that.

We talked to the M.E. about
Walderman's back injuries

and it turns out he does
have a herniated disc.

The only problem is you can't tell if
he got it 20 years ago or at the game.

Keep your eyes on number
17. That's Silas Inwood.

There.

That white guy
running for the exit?

That looks like it
might be Walderman.

You can't tell if
anybody hit him or not.

Keep going.

He leads the League in technicals.
He gets tossed at every game

and he's involved in the
biggest brawl in sports history.

And they're trying to kick him
out for the rest of the season.

That means he's gonna
lose about three million bucks.

Hey Ed, a Troy Johnston called.

Something about season tickets.

If you need a date for an
Empires game, let me know.

Ira could be pretty rough. He
was always on Inwood's case.

Just rode him unmercifully every
time the Cannons came to town.

It was embarrassing, really.

Could Inwood even hear
him from down on the court?

Oh, yeah. Ira
had lungs of steel.

One time Ira had him so
riled up, he gave Ira the finger

and then missed two
critical free throws.

And then the League fined him 10
grand for unprofessional behavior.

After that, there was no stopping him.
Ira was all over him like a cheap suit.

So what happened that night?

Ira was on a roll.

And then the fight broke
out. What a disgrace.

Game used to be played by gentlemen,
you know, Bird, Magic, Michael Jordan?

Did you see how
the fight started?

I don't know who threw the
first beer. But somebody did

and then all hell broke loose.

Did you see Walderman get hit?

I wouldn't be
surprised, you know.

He was one of the
guys throwing beers.

So you don't know if he was
injured in that fight or not?

I don't. But he looked just fine
when I ran into him last Friday night.

Where was that?

They had a promotion for a new
video game at that sports bar in midtown.

Uh, Time Out. On 48th Street.

Was Silas there, too?

Yeah, yeah, as a matter
of fact, Silas was there.

Did Walderman go
after him at the bar, too?

He wouldn't. Guys
like Ira, they only yell

that really ugly stuff when
they're safe, you know, in a crowd.

Thanks a lot. We'll be in touch.

Walderman picks a
fight with this dude,

sues him for 20 million dollars,

then he shows up at a sports bar

to watch him promote
his new video game?

And three days later
he turns up dead.

Yeah, I worked the night of the
video game promotion. The tips sucked.

You know, the richer the
customer, the tighter they are.

They're so used to
getting everything for free.

Do you remember
seeing this dude here?

Look, all I see are foreheads
and receding hairlines.

You know what I mean. They
don't usually look at my face.

Why don't you give
it a shot anyway?

Actually, yeah, I
do remember him.

He got into it with one
of the basketball guys.

Another player?

This other guy my boss
said was Silas Inwood's agent.

What do you mean, they
got into it? They have a fight?

No, just loud. But the agent
was all up in the guy's face,

ripping him a new one.

Guy looked a little shook.

What did the agent look like?

Uh, tall, black, built.

I actually thought he was
a basketball player, too.

Thanks a lot.

So Walderman had a
confrontation with Inwood's agent

a few days before
his body was found.

It might have been the night of
the murder. It fits the time frame.

Silas Inwood's agent, by the
way, also happens to be his cousin.

His name is Reggie Uggams.

What do we know about him?

He used to be a point
guard at Georgetown.

But he blew out his knee
and then went to law school.

Now he works on the
business side of the game.

Making deals for his
famous cousin, huh?

So now we've gone from
no suspects to two suspects.

Inwood does have the
bad boy reputation but look,

Walderman let that
killer into his apartment.

And we don't think he would open the
door for Uggams after what happened

between them at the sports bar.

Well, they're both physically
capable of breaking someone's neck.

So, you think he'd open
the door for Inwood?

A basketball nut like
Walderman? Yeah!

But why would Inwood go
after Walderman on his own?

He's got lawyers, agents, an entourage,
a lot of people to do his dirty work.

If this thing got personal,

Inwood's the type of dude that
would wanna handle it himself.

All right. Philly's an
hour and a half by train.

Silas Inwood?

Excuse me, Silas Inwood?

Look, I'm eating, all right?

No autographs.

We didn't come
here for an autograph.

We came here for some answers.

I'm Detective Fontana.
This is Detective Green,

New York City Police Department.

Philadelphia's kind of
far out of your jurisdiction.

Who wants to know?

Reggie Uggams.

President and founder,
Uggams Sports Agency.

Let me give you my card.

Well, thank you very
much, Mr. Uggams.

If we have questions for you,
we'll know where to find you.

But right now, we'd like
to speak with Mr. Inwood.

So speak. Bark. Roll over.

Are you talking to us?

Because the only dog that's gonna
get put down around here is you.

You want to tell your baby
cousin to put a muzzle on it?

Silas, chill.

What's this in reference to?

The murder of Ira Walderman.

Who?

You don't know him?

Never heard of him.

You? No.

That's funny because you gave
him the finger at a game last season.

It cost you 10,000 and
you got into his face

at the video promotion
last Friday night.

Obnoxious fans are
ubiquitous in this business.

Ubiquitous?

A dime a dozen. Yeah,
we know what it means.

Are you sure you don't
know who we're talking about?

Look,

all the fans look alike, all
right? Especially the jerks.

What time did you leave
the video game promotion?

We both left at 7:00.

I drove back to Philly and
Silas had a plane to DC to catch.

All right, we're gonna
need proof of that.

The ticket, the credit
card, receipt, something.

I went out to Queens first. I
didn't get to DC until the next day.

Remember I told you I had dinner
with my old coach from St. James.

Coach Dyer. That's
right, now I remember.

Listen, I already
gave a statement.

None of my guys
were at that strip club.

No, coach, actually, we're
here to ask you something else.

Would you mind telling us
where you were Friday night.

Having dinner with Silas
Inwood. At my house.

What was the occasion?

No occasion.

We talk on a regular basis. I've
always had a good relationship with Silas.

On and off the court. Like
with most of my players.

Except maybe that Silas gave you a little
more trouble than most of your players?

Misunderstandings.

Some guy in a bar picks a
fight with Silas, that's not his fault.

And he calls you, Coach, and
you straighten everything out?

Like I would for my own kids.

For most of these boys I'm the first
real father figure they've ever had.

It was about eight years
ago. Inwood's senior year.

He was charged with assault two,
criminal possession of a weapon.

He whacked some guy in
the head with a vodka bottle.

Cut him up pretty good.

We ran Inwood through NCIC.

There was nothing there.

The D.A. declined prosecution.

The victim didn't
want to press charges?

He was convinced it would be
beneficial to his bank account not to.

Somebody paid him off.

I heard maybe it was the coach, with the
help from some St. James alumni boosters.

Whatever they did, it worked
out good for everybody.

Inwood got to play out the year,
St. James went to Final Four,

and Inwood was a
first-round draft pick.

And you personally put
Inwood through the system?

I drove him down to
central booking myself.

Inwood lied to us about what
he did after the sports bar event.

He said he had dinner with
his college coach in Queens.

But he was ticketed for
parking in front of a hydrant

a block down from
Walderman's building.

The Sergeant confirmed the old
assault charges were dropped?

If the charges were dropped,
the records were sealed.

You know, not always.
Not in the CARS database.

Well, see what you
can come up with.

I'll never understand why
they didn't close that loophole.

I hope they never do.

There he is. You're kidding.

Well, in that case, I
wonder if his fingerprint card

is still on file down
at 1 Police Plaza?

You know what?
It's worth a shot,

especially since the Cannons
are playing in New York tomorrow.

Some autographs?
Okay, I'll sign 'em.

All right, all right,
all right, okay.

Silas Inwood. Welcome
back to New York.

You two need to work on
your timing, all right? Now's bad.

Is there ever really a
good time to get arrested?

Hey, you want to do this inside

or do you want us to cuff
you in front of your fans?

That's on you.

Here, let them see
how the police do me.

Okay.

Silas Inwood, you're under arrest
for the murder of Ira Walderman.

No autographs, folks.

"Docket number 4-7-2-3-8.
People v. Silas Inwood.

"Charge is murder
in the second degree."

I guess Philly won't be
going to the playoffs this year.

Don't count them out
just yet, Your Honor.

How does Mr. Inwood plead?

Not guilty.

We have forensic evidence, the defendant's
fingerprint on the victim's wrist watch.

My client and the victim attended
the same event that evening.

Most likely the
fingerprint was left then.

Your Honor, the victim was
suing Mr. Inwood for $20 million.

And Mr. Inwood may have
blamed him for his suspension,

which has cost him dearly both
financially and professionally.

This is almost as exciting
as Mr. Inwood's last game.

People on bail, Ms. Borgia?

The people request remand.

Mr. Inwood is clearly not a flight risk.
Where could he go without being recognized?

He has the financial resources
to go anywhere in the world

where he won't have to
worry about extradition.

Bail is set at five million.

Hardly guarantees his appearance,
Your Honor, given his last contract.

Sorry, Ms. Borgia. There'll be no
home court advantage for you today.

Not only is Inwood out on bail but
he's asked the court for scheduling

consideration so he wouldn't
have to miss any games.

If I made $75,000 a game, I
wouldn't want to miss one either.

Most people don't get to set their own
calendar when they're on trial for murder.

Silas Inwood isn't most people. We
all know there are two sets of rules.

One for celebrities and
one for everyone else.

That's what worries me about the
jury. I don't want them to be starstruck.

It might never come to that.

Defense motion to dismiss.

They claim Inwood's
fingerprints were illegally obtained.

How is that possible?

Talk to Lieutenant Van
Buren. Find out what's going on.

The CARS database doesn't
purge sealed records. It never did.

Silas Inwood was arrested in
college, but the charges were dropped?

So he had an old print
card that should have

been sealed along
with his arrest record.

The fingerprint tech who gave it to
my detectives had no way to know

that case was sealed.

But your detectives did. And
Inwood shouldn't have been in

the police database
to begin with.

Like I said, it's a
glitch in the system.

And Fontana and
Green exploited it.

For information.

They didn't find out about Inwood's
old arrest from that database.

All this could have been
avoided if they'd come to me first.

I could have gotten an
order to unseal the records.

I don't mind your guys
working the system

but they need to
keep me in the loop.

And once they found out
that Inwood was their guy,

they should have gotten a
legal fingerprint match somehow.

They did. When
they arrested him.

Let's hope we
get the right judge.

Eight years ago, my client was
arrested. The D.A. declined prosecution,

and as Mr. McCoy is fully aware,
all records relating to that arrest

should have been sealed.

The People are allowed to take
fingerprints for use at a later date,

Your Honor, just because the
case was denied prosecution,

doesn't mean that Inwood's
prints were unlawfully obtained.

The arrest itself
was legitimate.

But retaining his
print card wasn't.

The defendant has no constitutional
protection against wrongfully retained

evidence, just wrongfully
obtained evidence.

Retained, obtained. The People
are splitting hairs, Your Honor.

The government isn't supposed to
have that evidence, period, Mr. McCoy.

The police would have obtained
Inwood's prints legitimately

through independent
investigation.

Would have, could have, and
certainly should have, but they didn't.

In fact, a print card
was obtained legally

when Mr. Inwood was arrested
for the murder of Ira Walderman.

Mr. McCoy's putting
the cart before the horse.

Mr. Inwood wouldn't have been arrested
but for illegal use of fingerprint evidence

to secure a warrant.

That's patently untrue. Mr. Inwood
was already the prime suspect.

The police just
didn't have proof.

Do the People have evidence to
offer besides fingerprint evidence?

The defendant's Porsche
was ticketed on the

victim's block on the
night of the murder.

We don't know for a fact that
Mr. Walderman died that evening.

The murder could have
occurred almost 24 hours later.

I have to agree with
Mr. Chiles. It's not nearly enough.

I'm dismissing the
indictment without prejudice.

I want to refile.

Where was he that night before
he drove to Walderman's apartment?

At a sports bar in midtown with
his agent at a promotional event.

Were any other players there?

Sure, from the Cannons
and the Empires.

Start with his teammates.

Yeah, I was at the
video game signing.

I'm featured in it. They
got my jumper and my hook.

Not as sick as mine, but
it's a pretty good game.

Do you know what Silas
Inwood did after the signing?

I thought that case
was dismissed.

The D.A. isn't gonna let a
murder go unprosecuted.

You come sniffing around me
to help you pin this on Silas?

This is all because
of that damn fight.

If you know something...

I know just because you buy a
ticket doesn't mean you own me.

If a fan puts his hands on me,
I'm gonna put my hands on him.

Is that what Silas Inwood did?

Kevin, we'll
finish this up later.

Now, how would you like it
if people threw things at you

and heckled you while
you're trying to work?

Try walking through
a cellblock at Rikers.

Look, the fans
are out of control.

Every time the team plays New
York, Silas gets these obnoxious

crank phone calls
at his hotel room.

Obnoxious how?

Heavy breathing, hang ups?

Worse.

Ira Walderman was clearly harassing
Silas Inwood for the last two seasons.

I pulled LUDs from
his home phone.

In the last 18 months
he's made over

40 calls to Inwood at his
home, at his hotels, on the road.

So Inwood's claim that he
didn't know Walderman isn't true.

Their history goes back
well before the big brawl.

Any idea what Walderman
said in these calls?

Walderman left messages, but
there's no way to recover them.

Without the fingerprint evidence
it's a weak circumstantial case.

But, in conjunction with Walderman's
lawsuit and his behavior at the games,

the phone calls start to look a lot
more like stalking than harassment.

Well, it's far from a
slam dunk, so to speak.

Now, we'd be wise
to make a deal.

Inwood walked into the man's home
and snapped his neck like a twig.

He doesn't deserve man one.

And he might not get murder two if
there are any basketball fans on the jury.

You got a celebrity sports star.

Rae Carruth was
convicted of murder.

And Ray Lewis was allowed to plead a
murder charge down to one year probation.

I'll make the offer.

I take it you have
a new indictment?

Before we rearrest your client, we
thought you might be interested in a deal.

Not for something I didn't do.

Man, this isn't fair. What
do you want from me?

We know Ira Walderman
was harassing you

every time you came
to New York to play.

All the hard core fans know
where the visiting teams stay.

Harassment is just
nothing out of the ordinary.

He also called you at your home in
Pennsylvania, your unlisted number.

Is that who that
was? I didn't know.

I just changed my number.

Walderman took the
train to Philadelphia

half a dozen times
in the last three years.

We have logs from the cab
companies who took him to your house.

One driver will testify that he
saw you walking across the lawn,

yelling and cursing at
Walderman, calling him by name.

What are you offering?

Man one.

Man two, no jail time,
community service.

Man one. Best I can do.

Mr. Inwood admits
killing Mr. Walderman.

Then we have a deal.

We're arguing self-defense.

What jury is going to believe that a
professional athlete like Mr. Inwood

felt threatened by a
middle-aged couch potato?

He attacked my
client with a knife.

What were you doing at
Walderman's apartment to begin with?

Look, I went to reason
with him, all right?

I told him to be a man about it.

To leave me and my family alone.

But he went off on me. Came
at me with a damn butcher knife.

I had no choice but
to take him down.

It was him or me.

I don't see how they're
gonna argue self-defense.

Inwood would have had to have believed
he was in imminent danger of death,

and had to use deadly
force to protect himself.

It's always the same problem,

keeping the victim alive
in the mind of the jury.

I'll continue to stress

the disparity in size and
strength between the two men.

I keep wondering why Inwood went
to Walderman's apartment that night.

Something happened at the bar.

All the witnesses say
Inwood and Walderman

never exchanged two
words that whole evening.

That Inwood's posse kept
him away from the table.

Maybe it was just the sight of
him, the fact of his showing up.

That he had the gall
to crash Inwood's party.

Exactly, I mean, that's
the rub, right there.

These fans, who think their ticket
entitles them to a piece of the players.

Maybe that's all it was.

Walderman got too close once
too often. And Inwood snapped.

I buy it.

Let's hope the jury does, too.

I've been a professional basketball
coach for the last 20 years.

Did you ever coach
the defendant?

Yes, for two seasons, when I
was with the Philadelphia Cannons.

How would you describe your
experience with Mr. Inwood?

Difficult.

I was the coach and Silas
didn't think that he needed one.

So, we fought about everything.

You fought?

Yeah, we'd scream at
each other in practice.

I told him there
was no "I" in team,

and he said, "Yeah,
but there is an 'I' in win."

I mean, they make so
much money these days.

As soon as their paychecks
have more zeroes than yours,

well, you can
just forget about it.

Did your fights with Silas
Inwood ever become physical?

Once. He was late to practice.
It was the second time that week.

And I told him that
rules were for everyone.

And he told me that

it would be better if I didn't
talk to him for the rest of the day.

So a little while later we
were running drills, I asked him

if he had joined the
team and he just went off.

"Went off"? He jumped me.

From behind. He put
me in a choke hold.

He's so strong, he actually
picked me off the ground.

My feet were
dangling. I blacked out.

I really don't know
what would've happened

if the other players
hadn't pulled him off.

Was the defendant
punished for attacking you?

The owners didn't want
the League to find out,

so he was never punished or
reprimanded, fined, anything.

And what happened to you?

I was fired.

Because?

It was him or me.

Who do you think management's
gonna side with, the coach or the star?

The, uh,

second season that you coached
Mr. Inwood and the Cannons,

I mean, that was widely considered
a disappointment, wasn't it?

We had a lot of injuries.

You finished 15 games
under 500. I mean...

Isn't that right? Yeah.

The media speculated that
you were already gonna be fired,

and this was long before
the incident with my client.

You know, I don't even recall.

You were fired and you
blame my client for it.

I blame the system

for coddling these guys. I mean,
they make more money than God

and nobody says no to them.

So this is payback. You're
testifying against Mr. Inwood

because you're angry
about losing your job.

I'm testifying against Silas
Inwood because he's dangerous.

He could have killed me and I think
it's time that we got him off the streets.

Basketball was Ira's
life. He loved the Empires.

How did he behave at the games?

He liked to scream and shout.

He got into it.

He got into it?

That's what the
teams want. They, uh...

They play all this
loud music, and they

have cheerleaders,
everyone's drinking beer.

They rev up the crowd so you
feel like you're part of the team,

like you're contributing.

It's the home court
advantage. It's real.

Do you think Ira Walderman
felt he was part of the team?

Definitely. He'd like to say
that he was the sixth man.

How did he feel
about Silas Inwood?

Ira hated him.

He felt if he could throw Inwood
off his game, the Empires would win.

What would he do to
throw Inwood off his game?

He'd call him names, yell stuff. Whatever
it took to get under Inwood's skin.

Did it work?

Oh yeah. Once Walderman made a
comment about Inwood's baby's mama

and Inwood looked right at
him and gave him the finger.

He was so angry that he missed two
free throws that would have iced the game.

And how did Walderman react?

He couldn't believe that he'd
gotten a rise out of Inwood.

But after that it was
all Inwood, all the time.

He just lived to torment him.

Other than that one incident,

did Mr. Inwood react to
Mr. Walderman's taunts?

No.

You were at that game when
what's now come to be known

as the "big brawl" broke out,

isn't that right? Yeah, I was.

Sitting next to Mr. Walderman.

Yes.

Did Mr. Walderman do anything
to provoke any of the players?

He threw a beer.

The beer that hit Mr. Inwood

while he was lying
on the scorer's table?

I don't know. Might have been.

There were a lot of people
throwing things onto the court.

Did you see Mr. Inwood
leave the court?

Yeah. He jumped off the table
and just charged right into the stands.

Did you see him go
after Mr. Walderman?

It was pretty chaotic.

Well, I'm sure it was. But did you
see him go after Mr. Walderman?

No.

Hit him, beat him,
physically assault him? No.

Did you see Mr. Walderman in a physical
confrontation with any of the players?

No.

But when you read about his lawsuit
against the League and Mr. Inwood...

Objection.

Your Honor, The People posit that lawsuit
as part of my client's alleged motive.

I'll allow it. Witness
may answer.

Honestly, I thought
it was a scam.

To defraud Mr. Inwood?

That, and to make
his life miserable.

Thank you.

With all of the hostile
basketball fans in New York,

how did Mr. Inwood even
know who Mr. Walderman was?

Because Walderman was especially
obnoxious and mean-spirited.

Fans yell things all the time
and players learn to deal with it.

But Walderman
really crossed the line.

How so?

He'd show up at Silas'
house in Philadelphia,

and his hotel in New York.

He'd also call in the middle of
the night, the night before a game.

How often would
he call his hotel?

Three, four times a day.

Every time he
played in New York.

Did you ever hear any
of these phone calls?

Yes. In fact, I saved one.

Now, Your Honor, I'd like to play a message
left for Mr. Inwood by Mr. Walderman.

Go ahead, Mr. Chiles.

I own you, Inwood,
you lazy mutt.

You're nothin' but a dumb jock.

No more free ride for you.

My boys are gonna kick your
overpaid ass back to Philly.

Better put the kids to bed unless you
want them to see Daddy get schooled.

And what effect did these
phone calls have on Mr. Inwood?

He was unnerved.

As a black man in America,

any time you get a white man saying things
with even a hint of racial bias, it's...

It's upsetting.

What were racial about these
phone calls, in your opinion?

The words "lazy,"
"overpaid," "dumb."

From a white fan
to a black player?

It's code. It makes
you uncomfortable.

Hmm.

Now, what happened the evening

of the video game promotion?

It was supposed to be a fun,
low-key, family type of event.

Silas got upset when he
saw Walderman in the crowd.

What did you do?

I asked Mr. Walderman to
leave Silas and his family alone.

We've heard testimony that
you confronted Mr. Walderman.

I told him what
I thought of him.

That he was pathetic
and needed to get a life.

He said the only reason why
Silas' son had shoes on his feet

and clothes on his back
was because of fans like him.

He said he owned Silas.

Owned Silas Inwood?

He said he was public property.

And that's when I
really went off on him.

Thank you.

Mr. McCoy?

The People have no questions for
this witness at this time, Your Honor.

Trial is recessed
until tomorrow.

Let's find out just what family
Inwood had at that event.

Inwood's mother and his
ex-girlfriend were at the sports bar.

His ex is the mother of his
seven-year-old son, Trey,

who was also there.

Did you talk to the two women?

I tried. They weren't
very cooperative.

I did find a waitress who
remembers Walderman

at their table, trying
to talk to the son.

The mother and the ex
were shooing him away.

I'd be upset if the man
who'd been harassing me

suddenly turned his
attention to my child.

I'll see what else
I can find out.

After the video game
event, I went to his place.

I thought if I talked to
the man face to face...

What happened when you got
to Mr. Walderman's apartment?

I told him that I wanted a
truce, and that we needed to talk.

And what did he say to that?

He said to come in.

I told him all the phone calls
and nonsense had to stop.

And what did he say?

He denied it, so
I called him a liar.

You argued?

Yeah, it got pretty hot.

And then what happened?

We go back and forth.

Next thing I know, he's coming up
out of the kitchen at me with a knife.

And what did you do?

I grabbed him by his arm.

I got behind him and
put him in a chokehold.

Just to chill him out, you know?

And he still had the knife?

He kept trying to turn and
get at me with the knife.

So I jerked him up.

Told him to hold still.

Then he quit moving.

But I didn't mean to kill
him. I swear to God I didn't.

Did it ever occur to you that Mr. Walderman
picked up a knife because he was scared?

Look, all I know
is he attacked me.

I never put my
hands on him till then.

I just wanted him
to leave me alone.

You?

Or your son, Mr. Inwood?

Objection, relevance.

Goes to motive.

I'll allow it.

Was your son Trey at
the video game signing?

Yeah.

Did you see Mr. Walderman
approach your son?

I was busy signing games.

My cousin told me about it.

And you were angry.

Harassing you was one thing,
but now he was harassing your son.

Objection.

Sustained. Ask a
question, Mr. McCoy.

Did you ask Trey
about it afterwards?

Yeah. He said some guy
came up to him at the party

and said something
ugly about me.

And what did
Mr. Walderman say to him?

I don't know, exactly.
Something disrespectful.

And how did your son respond?

He was upset.

And that upset you?

How would you feel

if some guy said something
bad about you to your boy?

So you went to his
apartment and confronted him?

- Objection!
- Sustained.

What did you say
to Mr. Walderman

about what he said to your son?

Look, I just told him
that I didn't appreciate it,

and that he definitely crossed
the line when he did that.

Did you threaten him?

I just told him all of
it had to stop. Now.

And his response?

That's when the
dude attacked me.

How tall are you, Mr. Inwood?

6'9".

How much do you weigh?

Two-fifty.

Mr. Walderman was 5'8",

and weighed 190 pounds.

So?

An overweight, 42-year-old man

who worked at
a desk all his life.

He had a knife.

So you say.

Of course, we only have your
word for what happened that night.

Mr. Walderman isn't here
to tell us his side of the story.

Your Honor, Mr. McCoy should
save his closing arguments

for the appropriate moment.

I agree. Mr. McCoy?

Your Honor, at this time I would like to
illustrate more concretely for the court

the disparity in size and strength
between the victim and the defendant.

Your Honor?

What do you have
in mind, Mr. McCoy?

If Mr. Inwood would step down
for a moment from the witness stand

so that we can compare him

to someone roughly Mr. Walderman's
height, age and weight...

I object, Your Honor. Such a
presentation would be highly prejudicial.

It's one thing to say

that Mr. Inwood is a 6'9",
250-pound professional athlete

and Mr. Walderman
was a foot shorter,

60 pounds lighter, 15 years
older and an accountant.

It's another thing to see
the two men side by side,

and since Mr. Walderman
can't be with us.

I'll allow it. The witness will
please step down for a moment.

Stand there, Mr. Inwood, please.

Officer, please step forward.

How tall are you, sir? 5'10".

And how much do you weigh?

195.

I take judicial note of the
court officer's height and weight.

Please stand next
to the defendant.

Thank you.

Now,

we can't know exactly
what happened that night

between Ira Walderman
and the defendant,

Silas Inwood,

but...

Judge for yourselves.

Your Honor.

Please sit down, Mr. Chiles.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

In "The People v. Silas Inwood,"

we, the jury, find the
defendant guilty as charged.

A League spokesman was making
the rounds of the morning talk shows.

Let me guess,

now they're denouncing
Inwood for the thug that he is

and distancing themselves
as fast as they can.

The Cannons are trying to
cancel his contract. Morals clause.

It took long enough
to exercise it.

Did you see this
morning's headline?

"Inwood Out Of Luck."

I was referring to other one,

"Inwood Selling Out."

His jersey became the number-one
sports memorabilia item overnight.