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Hey, fella.

Thanks for your service.

Circa the Battle of Gettysburg.

Perfect back-up
weapon for you, Dawson.

.41 caliber stops your average
sumo wrestler in his tracks.

Tucks neatly in a
fanny pack, man purse...

Sports bra, G-string, thong...

I'd like to turn in a gun.

Yeah, let's take a look.

Where did you serve?

Iraq. Two tours.

I'm glad that's over with, man.

I was sweating bullets
walking around with that thing.

I mean, if I got
stopped, you know...

That could have been real bad.

Thing's jammed.

Let me see.

I still get the money
even though it's broken?

Absolutely. Cool.

You know, my nephew
wants a clarinet for his birthday.

I figure this will
cover a used one.

On the barrel. What's that?

You have to come with us.

Why? What did I do?

See the dots?

That's blood spatter.

What?

I'm pretty sure your
gun has a body on it.

The radio said bring any
gun to the church today

and get $100, all right?

So, that's what I did.

All true, Mr. Williams. But
your gun has dried blood on it.

That's not my gun.

Whose gun is it?

I don't really know. I found it.

Where?

Well, I was waiting for the
bus early this morning and...

I threw away some chewing gum and it
was laying right there in a trash barrel.

Your heart seems to be in
the right place, Mr. Williams.

But this story, to be
honest, sounds like BS.

I'm telling you, it isn't mine.

Then the last thing we want

is someone blaming you
when they find their gun missing.

Can I just go home?
I'll give back the money.

The money is yours.

Yeah, but you're not leaving until
we know where you got that gun.

All right. Get up.

All right.

I...

I was fixing my nephew's
bed this morning.

And then, that's when I
found it, under the mattress.

Your nephew,
the clarinet player?

No, his name's Andre. All right?

He's a good kid and
made all A's last year.

Never been in any kind
of trouble with the police.

And when I saw that
gun under Andre's bed,

you know, it scared
the hell out of me.

And believe me, when he
comes home from school,

I'm going to get to
the bottom of this.

Is my uncle in
some kind of trouble?

That depends on how this goes.

He found your gun.

What gun?

The one under your mattress.

But I don't know
anything about that.

I mean, if he found
it, I didn't put it there.

So, you want your uncle
to take the weight for this.

No, ma'am.

You shot somebody,
didn't you, Andre?

Shot? No, sir.

If that gun was used to shoot
somebody, we're going to find out.

Maybe we can help you now.

But once we walk out
of here, all bets are off.

You understand?

Bad decision, Andre.

Get back to class.

The serial number tracks to
an Indiana gun store sale in '89.

Looks like somebody's
been playing

street hockey
with it ever since.

It's still operable?

Ballistics says
it fires just fine.

Loading, not so much.

The spring on the magazine
release is shot to hell.

Now, Latent didn't find
any prints on the weapon

other than the
elims you provided.

What about the blood?
Did we get a DNA hit?

As a matter of fact...

Damon Cafferty.

Age 19. Two priors.

Can I get in there?

That's a gang tat.

PD Killaz. They roll
out of Englewood.

Damon Cafferty is the
banger that wouldn't cooperate

in the Lara Haley shooting.

Stone's just starting
that trial now.

Part of our opening
statement will be making

an emotional
connection with our jurors.

I'll be telling them
about your daughter.

Taking them through what
happened to her that day.

It may be hard for you to hear.

We'll be all right.

If you need to step
out at any time...

We live with this
every single day.

I was holding Lara's hand
when the shooting started.

The sidewalk outside our
home where she was shot,

the blood is still...

I'm really sorry to do
this to you, Mrs. Haley.

But it helps that you're here.

We'll do what we need to do to
see the person who did this go to jail.

Thank you. So will we.

Mr. Stone? Hi. Hope
I'm not interrupting.

Kerry Schmidt, Cook
County Public Defender.

I'll be taking over
the defense case.

Hey, Anna.

Hi. Kerry was one year
behind me at Michigan Law.

Uh, two.

Believe it or not, this is
my very first murder trial.

Butterflies. You know?

So I would be more than grateful

for any professional courtesies

you might throw my way.

Not that I'm looking for
you to take it easy on me.

Okay, then.

You can meet the Haleys.

They're the parents of the
little girl your client killed.

On the afternoon of July 11th,

Lara Haley was walking home from
summer school with her mom, Corrine.

It's a walk they had taken
a hundred times before.

It was just another average day.

They talked about
Lara's science classes

and what they'd cook for dinner.

But it was the last average
day that Lara would ever have.

And the last moment
that Corrine Haley

would ever spend
with her daughter.

Because a few
hours earlier, this man,

Chris Stackhouse,

a member of a South Side street
gang known as the Drexel Posse,

found an Instagram message
on his phone from a rival gang.

It said, and I'm paraphrasing
some rough language here,

"Had sex with your
girlfriend last night. Ha-ha-ha."

Attached to the message was a
photograph of a half-naked young lady.

The defendant then grabbed
a 9-millimeter handgun,

pulled a hoodie over his head,

and rode his bike to
the corner of 68th Street

and Marshfield Avenue,

where he opened fire on a
group of rival gang members

who charmingly call
themselves the "PD Killaz."

The man he was gunning for,
Damon Cafferty, was wounded.

But a stray bullet from the
defendant's gun tore into Lara's back,

killing her as Corrine
cradled her in her arms

and felt the life drain
out of her daughter.

They're still not answering.

What courtroom? 304.

Here we go.

Yes, this is a very tragic
situation for Lara's parents.

I mean, not just for her
parents, but for all of us, really.

But when you look at
the evidence logically...

Stone. it will
show that my client

did not fire the firearm
that killed that poor girl.

No eyewitness saw... We
just found your murder weapon.

He has an alibi for
the time and place...

It was in another kid's bedroom.

What? In fact, he
was nowhere near...

Your Honor, I'm
addressing the jury here.

I'm sorry. Would you
bear with us, please?

Are you sure?

Damon Cafferty's blood spatter
is on the business end of the gun.

It looks like you might have
the wrong kid on trial here.

The ballistic
tests confirmed it.

Lara Haley was
killed with a bullet from

the weapon turned
in at the gun buy-back.

It's like the Wild
West out there

and we can't get a
simple murder case right.

I thought you had this.

We, uh, knew there were
a few problems going in.

You call this a problem?

There's no need to panic.

Just because some other kid
was babysitting the murder weapon

doesn't mean the shooter
isn't sitting at the defense table.

Is the boy who had the gun in the
same street gang as the defendant?

Not as far as we know. He
seems to be a model citizen.

So, what was the gun
doing under his mattress?

We'll get a continuance.

It will buy us some time
to find more answers.

What makes you think Judge
Sanford will grant us a continuance?

It's newly-discovered evidence.

So, you're going to let
Schmidt know about the gun?

I want a conviction
as much as anybody.

But don't you think
we need to disclose

that we found the murder weapon?

You just told Jefferies
it's not exculpatory.

If you were defense counsel,
wouldn't you want to know about this?

Landmark case
of State v. Jagger.

You can't always
get what you want.

Law is not rock 'n' roll.

We play by the rules and we
err on the side of "do unto others."

Gospel? Not my jam.

My client wants his day in
court. Enough delays already.

Why do you need
more time, Mr. Stone?

Our investigators just recovered

the gun that killed Lara Haley.

Where?

In another teenager's bedroom.

Forget about a continuance.
I'm moving for a dismissal.

No, that's ridiculous.
Our case is still viable.

My client's been swearing
up and down he didn't do this.

He bragged about
it. He's been ID'd.

And I'm hearing your star witness
is the neighborhood crackhead.

We don't want to
see an innocent man

convicted any more
than Ms. Schmidt does.

We need a week to investigate.

Well, you've got 72 hours.

In light of this
development, Judge,

my client should be
released without bail.

Well, the People
strongly oppose.

I'll release him,
but I'm ordering

that he be restricted
to his home.

You understand
that, Ms. Schmidt?

If I hear that he puts one foot on
the street, he goes back to county,

and I'll slap a contempt
finding on both of you.

I don't see why this guy
can't just call an Uber.

You have something better to do?

Than running a car
service for a murderer?

Bogey, two o'clock.

You're here to
transport my client?

That's what the
court order says.

You know you're not allowed
to ask him any questions, right?

Was that in the order?

It's in the Fifth Amendment.

I have an idea.

Why don't you ride along
with us to Englewood,

make sure we don't violate any of
your client's constitutional rights?

That's okay.

Stackhouse.

Come on, come on,
come on. Get in the car.

Oh, remember,
Chris. Home restriction.

Yeah, yeah, it's all good.

Look, do me a favor.
Drop me off on Ashland.

I don't want to be rolling
up on my block with PD.

Not a chance. You're
getting door-to-door service.

You heard your lawyer.
Get inside, stay inside.

Yeah, all right.

We'll be back to pick
you up Friday morning.

Hey, Stack. What up, player?

Hey, yo! What up?

You believe this knucklehead?

Hey. Stackhouse.

PDK drilling snitches today!

Go. I got it.

10-71. Shots fired. One down.

Need an ambo at
62nd and Wolcott.

Chris Stackhouse took
one round to the thigh.

He's being treated
at Chicago Med,

but no reason he can't limp back
into court when the trial resumes.

Our shooter jumped on the
Ryan and we lost him in traffic.

I don't suppose you got
a DMV hit on the plate.

It's stolen. We'll lift prints
when the vehicle turns up.

We're pulling known
PDK mug shots

to see if we can put
a name to the face.

What about posting
up on their turf?

Maybe you can spot the shooter.

It's not great timing.

Stackhouse's release lit a spark

between PDK and
the Drexel Posse.

Why?

Because a banger who skates
out from under a murder charge

looks like a snitch.

There were three shootings
in Englewood just last night.

Four wounded, one PDK kid dead.

Bystanders?

A pedestrian caught
a round in his neck.

Missed his jugular
by a half-inch.

The district has its hands
full. There is a surge in place.

The mag release
on that thing is shot.

All right.

Voight and his crew
can jump on the drive-by.

There's a ticking
clock on the Haley trial.

Andre had nothing to do
with that little girl getting killed.

All right?

He's not in a gang. He goes
to school and he comes home.

I don't let him leave the house
without me going with him.

The principal at Harper speaks
very highly of your nephew.

But the fact remains he
had a gun under his bed.

Which I turned in.

A gun that was used in
the homicide of Lara Haley.

We could have him arrested
right now while we sort this out.

Oh, no, please don't do that.

So, if there's an explanation
for this, now's the time.

I know this is
hard, Mr. Williams.

You're asking me to throw
another boy to the lions.

It's your choice.

But it looks to me like
Andre's a young man

who has a shot to
make a life for himself.

You can protect this other kid
or you can be straight with us.

The day the girl was shot, Andre's
cousin, Keo, came to the house.

Keo Vincent.

All right, now, he said
he was coming from

the playground and
needed to shower.

To scrub off gunshot residue?

Or a sweaty kid who
needed to wash up.

He had something in a lunch
bag that he gave to Andre.

All right? Something heavy.

About the size of a gun?

Yes, ma'am.

And when he left here, he
was wearing Andre's clothes.

Why didn't you tell
this to our investigators?

All right, look, you have to
understand. Keo is my sister's only child.

All right? Family.

But between you and me, kid's
been in some trouble before.

Where do we find Keo?

This is Drexel Posse territory.

Yeah. It's the kid
in the white tank top.

The Chief Keef wannabe.

Keo. Yo, Keo!

What?

Let me talk to you for a minute.

I'm busy.

All right.

You going to make
me come over there

and see who all's got warrants?

Yeah?

These gentlemen here
are with the State's Attorney.

They want to talk to you
about Chris Stackhouse.

He's locked up.

Not anymore. He just got shot.

There's a lot of
that going around.

He said you were with him
on Marshfield a few months ago

when that little
girl got killed.

I don't think so.

Check it.

Man says C-Stax trying
to put the case on me.

That's hella cold.

No one said
anything about a case.

You didn't come all the
way out here for the scenery.

I think we need to discuss this

where we have
your full attention.

Are you arresting me?
Because I didn't drill nobody.

I guess black lives do matter.

Chill out, Keo.

Keo had six juvie arrests by the
age of 15. He did a bid at JDC.

He's suspected
of being cliqued up

with a Drexel Posse
crew on his block.

A junior associate?

A kid who'd try to
make a name for himself

by spraying bullets
at a rival gang.

Yeah, with an attitude
to match his ambition.

If this little wise-ass
killed Lara Haley,

he's going away for a long time.

We've got an all-out war now
between Drexel Posse and PDK.

Gang intel sent me this after
Stackhouse got shot a couple of days ago.

A gang member from PDK posted
an Instagram threatening Stackhouse

10 minutes before he was shot.

Drexel retaliates by
shooting three PDK bangers.

And then, they posted
photos of it on social media.

The two gangs tweet
some insults back and forth,

and finally, there's a challenge

to throw down by
the railroad tracks

near Lindblom Park.

"PDK bitches going to bleed."

Bottom line, three
dead, five wounded,

all in the space of eight hours.

So, basically, they're inciting

these retaliations
on social media.

Uh-huh. That's how
these crews roll now.

They call out a rival in a DM.

Drop a dis video, geo-tag
your turf. Shoot. Rinse. Repeat.

Cyber-banging.

It makes Boyz n the Hood
look like a Disney movie.

Cell tower pings put Keo Vincent

on the block when
Lara Haley was killed.

I'm getting the strong
feeling we actually do have

the wrong Drexel
Posse banger on trial.

Yeah. You and me both.

Here. Check this out.

Your cell phone account?

It's my user
agreement. Read that.

"The customer agrees
not to use the phone

"or the account for
any unlawful purpose."

I'd say orchestrating a gang war

in a series of digital messages

qualifies as an
unlawful purpose.

Maybe. But it'll
take years to litigate.

And that's why I'm
shutting off their phones.

Let's see if I understand
this, Mr. Stone.

You want to unilaterally terminate
cellular and Internet service

for 39 individuals.

Individuals who are known violent
gang members in your jurisdiction.

Known by whom?

The Chicago PD maintains
a Strategic Subject list.

It's more commonly
called the Heat List.

It ranks past offenders
who are most likely

to perpetrate gun
violence in the future.

Who makes this list?

It's based on a
computer algorithm

developed by the Illinois
Institute of Technology.

So, you're telling me
some computer wonk

on a college campus
can predict the future.

Yes, Your Honor.

Young men at the
top of the Heat List

are shooting each other
in Englewood as we speak.

And how is turning
off their smartphones

going to stop them
from killing each other?

As you can see from these social
media messages we've pulled,

the violence is being fueled by
these gang members on their devices.

Well, you have whet my appetite.

I'll grant a full hearing on
your request for injunctive relief.

But in addition to the service
providers you've named,

I want the Illinois ACLU here
on behalf of the account-holders.

We'll put it on the
calendar for next Friday.

Thank you.

But this needs to
be heard tomorrow,

before there's more
blood on the street.

We can have all the parties
notified within the hour.

I can't walk across the hall
without taking my cell phone.

But you don't use it to
light up your neighbor.

Maybe there's a way to
do this more surgically.

File complaints with the
social media apps they're using.

You know, I can name
10 messaging applications

off the top of my head.

These gang members can
migrate from one to the next

as easily as I can change
the brand of beer I order.

We don't have time to play
whack-a-mole with these killers.

Whoa, it was just a thought.

This city has buried
too many of its children.

You're trying to do what?

I don't know. Save
a few lives, maybe.

By turning off
people's cell phones?

We can't just sit up
here and be reactive.

We try a few cases and
we move on to the next

and it doesn't make a dent.

What's happening now on
the South Side of Chicago,

right now, tonight, is
a public emergency.

And we need to
think outside the box.

The last thing I need is the
FCC breathing down my neck.

So, we'll just sit on our hands

and let these kids kill each
other over a few blocks of turf.

Come on.

You know there's middle ground
between doing nothing and this.

Why not try to stop
the worst offenders

from perpetrating this
violence before it happens?

Back in the day,
they called that

"rounding up the
usual suspects."

This is nothing new. It's
just high-tech profiling.

Using race-neutral criteria.

Felony histories,
gang affiliations.

Who's in the gangs?

The shooters.

People of color.

Lara Haley was
a person of color.

I can't get their guns.

But maybe I can get the phones
they're using to help kill each other

or any other innocent kid
who just happens to be nearby.

Okay.

I'm not going to pull
the plug on you, Peter.

But if the Justice Department
comes knocking on my door

with a civil rights complaint,

I'll throw you under the bus so
damn fast, it will make your head spin.

Understood.

And God help you if someone dies

because one of these kids can't
use their cell phone in an emergency.

One of the ACLU's
biggest problems

with the Heat List
is transparency.

The police won't reveal all of the
criteria they use for the algorithm

or say who's on the list.

Never mind provide basic
due process to challenge it.

The city of Chicago
has demonized

hundreds of young men in secret.

And what about the fact

that the State's Attorney wants
to shut down their smartphones?

The last time I looked,

there was something
called the First Amendment.

The U.S. Supreme
Court decided last year

that the Internet
is a public utility.

So, my company can't pick and
choose who we provide service to.

But isn't it a fact that users
who issue death threats

are violating the terms of
their customer agreement?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

That's a contractual matter
for us to decide, not you.

Are you suggesting
this court doesn't have

the authority to order
these terminations?

I wouldn't have a problem if the
consumer could appeal the shut-off.

But you're just speculating.

A 10-year-old girl named Lara
Haley was murdered in a shooting

instigated on your
company's wireless service.

How is that speculation?

Is there anything
else, Mr. Stone?

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Oh, just one more thing.

The State's Attorney is asking
for novel and unprecedented relief.

But the record number of dead
and wounded is also unprecedented.

And they are
more than statistics.

These are young
lives being snuffed out,

parents grieving, a
community gripped by fear.

If I get reversed
on appeal, so be it.

But I find that there is
no constitutional right

to operate a smartphone that is
being utilized as a deadly weapon.

Shut down these 39
accounts immediately.

Here you go.

Thirty-nine end-of-service
confirmations from the companies.

There will be some unhappy
bangers on the South Side tonight.

And the ACLU's notice of appeal.

Slow-play our response.

We want to milk these
terminations as long as we can.

You have no idea if
this is going to work.

I'm not expecting a miracle.

But if we can ratchet down the
gang war in Englewood, it was worth it.

Hopefully we didn't win
the war and lose the battle.

Thank you for
coming, Mr. Williams.

Andre can wait in
reception while we...

You need to hear
what he has to say.

Tell them.

Keo's been calling
me about the gun.

He got up in my face
at school yesterday

and told me that he
needed his gun back.

Then he came by the house later

and started
pounding on the door.

I pretended I wasn't home,

but I'm afraid if I go
back to school tomorrow,

something bad might happen.

This is all going to work out.

We're going to charge
Keo with murder.

His visit to your
apartment the other day

and the blood on the gun you
turned in are key pieces of evidence.

But we can't
proceed without you.

We'll need you and Andre
to testify in a Grand Jury.

Testify against my sister's boy?

Your sister's boy killed
an innocent young girl.

What if it was Andre?

Andre won't have Keo
threatening him anymore.

Aren't you tired of all this?

Damn right I am.

Then help us get justice.

I've tried to do the right
thing this whole time.

I turned in the gun
like I was supposed to.

I told you the truth about
Keo when you asked me.

I dropped what I was doing
and came over here tonight.

But if Drexel Posse
finds out I was anywhere

near a courtroom
or a Grand Jury,

what do you expect is going
to happen to me and Andre?

What, you think locking Keo
up is going to solve the problem?

We can offer you both
some protection. Protection.

That sounds like a fine idea
sitting up here in this nice law office.

I'm sure you've got
programs, protocols, whatever.

But this is the law of the
street we're talking about now.

These kids are still paying
back grudges from five years ago.

So, what are you going to do?

We'll stay with some friends
in Wrigleyville for a few days.

After that, I don't know.

But I've done all I
can do for you now.

I need to keep me
and Andre alive.

We appreciate your help.

Let's go.

Stay safe.

So, that's it.

Keo Vincent skates and the
Haleys get a final kick in the gut.

Cubs won.

You came up here to
give me a baseball score?

The Lara Haley
trial isn't going well.

Yeah, to say the least.

Go home, Peter.

There will be another
innocent victim next week,

and then another, and there is
nothing you nor I can do about it.

You know, if I believed that,

I'd be coaching at some
junior college in Wisconsin.

My grandparents lived in this
small town in eastern Tennessee.

And I went down there
many years ago to talk

to this lawyer who
was drafting their wills.

The walls of his offices were
lined with paintings of trees.

What kind of trees?

He had painted every
tree in the county

where a black man was lynched.

Black kids killing black kids?

This is 300 years in the making.

That doesn't mean we can't
try to make things better.

Better has to come
from the inside.

Not from politicians like
me or do-gooders like you.

You know, there
are a lot of people

who think nothing's
going to change

until the mothers and
fathers in my community

start behaving like parents.

Enforcing some rules.

Reading books to their
sons and daughters.

I didn't say that.

No. But you think it.

Am I right?

Guilty as charged. But we
both know it's more complicated.

You're damn right it is.

Don't beat yourself up. You
are nothing if not persistent.

What's that supposed to mean?

You found a way

to strong-arm all those
big telecom companies.

And I'm sure you're
going to find a way

to take down the
one little gangbanger

that killed Lara Haley.

Your client's out
of the hospital?

He's on crutches,
but he's good to go.

You've had your
72 hours, Mr. Stone.

Are you ready to proceed?

Yes and no.

We're moving to dismiss our
case against Ms. Schmidt's client.

Fabulous. We consent.

But we're still pressing
forward with his trial.

I'm confused.

Well, you're not the only one.

We'd like for Mr. Stackhouse to
believe there's still a case against him.

Same with the jury, and
anyone outside this room.

You're asking me to preside
over what's essentially a ruse.

Well, I wouldn't use that word.

We'd like the
trial to keep going

so I can call a witness to
the stand named Keo Vincent.

He's a gang associate
of Ms. Schmidt's client,

and in all probability,
the one who fired

the shot that killed Lara Haley.

Well, I want the right
person in jail for this crime,

but what you're
proposing is highly unusual.

But not without precedent.

In certain extraordinary
circumstances,

shadow proceedings have
been conducted in New York.

And in Operation Greylord
right here in Cook County.

Okay. Just so I'm clear on this.

You've mistakenly charged
my client with murder.

As a result, he was shot and
wounded and is lucky to be alive,

and now you want
to use him as bait?

Exactly.

If there was any other option...

He's a human being, not
a pawn in a chess game.

I won't be a party to this.

Give me a minute.

Kerry. Kerry. Please.

How could you do this to me?

To you? Yes, to me.

This is my first homicide trial

and you're asking me to do
something that's shady at best.

We're dismissing the case.
Your client's going to walk.

I'm deceiving a client.
Participating in a sham trial.

Okay. Wait.

We know who killed
Lara Haley now.

And the only way we're
going to get this guy

is if we all take a little risk.

When I started here, they had
me doing research in Appeals.

Stone was prosecuting
Victor Cathridge.

The guy who murdered
three women on the L.

One day during the trial,

I walked into the
courtroom to drop off a brief.

Stone was
cross-examining a witness.

And while I was waiting there,

I saw Cathridge was fidgeting with
something under the defense table.

Oh, no.

It was suspicious and I thought

about alerting one
of the deputies,

but Cathridge
would see it coming.

So, I tip-toed into the well, handed
the brief to Peter's second chair,

and as I was walking out, I
flipped over the defense table.

Before anyone knew
what was going on,

there were four deputies
on top of Cathridge.

One had me in a choke hold

until I could point
them to the razor blade

Cathridge had
wedged under the table.

If you want the right result,

sometimes you have to
do something unorthodox.

So, what do you say?

Who is it?

Peoples Gas, ma'am.

Sorry to disturb you, but
I'm checking on a gas leak.

No gas in here.

Either you let me
in to check it out,

or I go downstairs and
shut off your gas and electric.

State's Attorney, Mrs. Vincent.

You tricked me.

What's going on, Ma?

I got nothing to say to you.

We have a material witness
order. You need to come with us.

Material witness?

It means the judge wants
him to come to court to testify.

Testify about what?

Don't worry. I got this.

You sure? Give me a
call when you get there.

No service on my cell,
Ma. You didn't pay my bill.

No, come on.

I did pay your bill.
What you think?

You two can settle this later.

It should only take
a couple of hours.

Call your next
witness, Mr. Stone.

The People call Keo Vincent.

Do you solemnly
swear that the testimony

you're about to
give will be the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth, so help you God?

Do I got a choice?

I'll take that as a yes.

Good morning, Keo.

I'd like to call your attention
to the afternoon of July 11th.

Were you in the Englewood
neighborhood that day?

Could be.

Specifically, at the home of your
cousin, a boy named Andre Williams.

Andre said I was there?

Just answer the question.

I don't remember.

But you do remember changing
into some of Andre's clothes

around that time, right?

What kind of clothes?

It was a black polo shirt
and some blue jeans.

He's littler than me.

We don't even
wear the same size.

But you do remember
being there now.

I can't say for sure.

And speaking with your
uncle, Ernest Williams.

If I was there and he was there,

then, yeah, I would
have talked to him.

Maybe you remember that
Andre gave you something.

He gave you a...

It was a bag.

Just a small brown bag
with something heavy in it.

I've got to answer
all these questions?

Do your best.

I don't know nothing
about any brown bag.

Hmm.

Judge, I'd like to show the
witness what's being offered

as People's Exhibit One.

All right.

Have you ever seen
that particular gun before?

Nope.

Oh, fair enough.

Can defense counsel have an
opportunity to see this exhibit?

Actually, Keo,

you want to make sure
that thing's not loaded?

Chamber's clear.

And what about the magazine?

Clip's empty, too.

Can I see the gun, please?

Now, the magazine release
on this gun, it's inoperable.

But you knew that
because this is your gun.

I don't know...

That's why you had to
smack the handle a few times

to get the mag to release.

Just like you did four months ago
when you loaded this same gun,

jumped on your bike,
and rode to the corner

of 68th Street and
Marshfield Avenue,

where you opened fire
on a group of gang rivals,

killing a 10-year-old
girl in the process.

Man, you're making all this up.

Coming at me about some nonsense

about some button
that don't work.

That means I drilled somebody?

You know what? I'm out of here.

The People move to dismiss all
charges against Chris Stackhouse.

Arrest this man for the
murder of Lara Haley.

Let me go! Let me go, man!

Calm down. Keo, put your
hands behind your back.

Let me go, man! Let me go, man!

I did not kill that little girl.

You're sure he's the one
who killed our daughter?

I am now.

Sometimes you have to make a
wrong turn before you find your way.

I'm sorry to put you
through this again.

We'll be there.

Thank you.

That boy was barely
older than Lara was.

Don't tell me.
Another ride home?

Nope. You're on your own now.

Stackhouse.

Yeah?

It's a crossroads for you.

What you mean?

You just beat a
murder rap and a bullet.

Keep doing what you're doing, sooner
or later, your luck's going to run out.

Here.

Guy I know runs a jobs
training program in Hyde Park.

Use my name. He'll hook you up.

Maybe.

Now, was that so terrible?

I hate to admit it, but
I did enjoy the show.

And you get to walk
back to your office

and tell them you won
your first homicide trial.

Mmm. I'm not sure what I'll tell my
boss when he asks me how, but...

The prosecutors
stunk up the courtroom?

Not bad. At least I can
say that with a straight face.

See you in court, Counsel.

I'm getting calls.
Detroit, Baltimore.

They want to know if
this thing actually works.

Well, the two gangs in Englewood

have been quiet for
a couple of days now.

You can't kick millennials
off social media forever.

It's like air and water to us.

They'll find out how to
get back on soon enough.

Still, not a bad week.

All it took was a phony trial,

tricking a 15-year-old
into incriminating himself,

and goosing the Due Process
Clause and the First Amendment.

All with judicial approval.

And a last-minute save.

Oh, no.