20x07 - Boy Gone Astray

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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.

Nina. Nina, come
on. Give me a chance.

You had your chance,
okay? We're done.

Thanks.

You can't do this to me.

Yes, I can, Lucas. Goodbye.

Victim's Nina Wilshere.

Cat-lady down the hall
heard the sh*ts and called it in.

A minute later, the alarm from
the fire exit downstairs went off.

Probably the
sh**t getting away.

Looks like the
Wild West in here.

I count at least a dozen
9 millimeter casings.

Yeah. Some slugs hit
the stereo equipment.

Maybe she played
her music too loud.

The rest of the place
looks untouched.

Oh!

What's that?

Well, looks like somebody
missed the jackpot here.

It's a Reardon.

Ms. Wilshere has a Basquiat,

a couple of Glenn Ligons.

It's $2 million worth
of artwork, easy.

My guess, our guy
didn't come for the art.

Got hits in the face,
in the upper torso.

sh**t probably let loose
the second she opened the door.

Hello.

And goodbye.

My baby.

It doesn't make any sense.

Was she seeing anyone?

I don't think there
was anyone special.

Nina prized her independence.

We understand.

Ma'am, we saw that she
had a lot of expensive artwork.

She bought pieces
for her clients.

Nina had her own
interior design business.

She was very successful.

We have to ask.

Did she have any involvement
with dr*gs or gambling?

No, of course not.

I, um...

I have some photo albums.

I'd like you to see how
special my daughter was.

Please.

Two hours of
looking at old pictures.

You're complaining?

Ladies with their dogs,

children coming home from
school. No suspects here.

Assuming the K*llers
entered through the lobby.

K*llers?

Ballistics says two g*ns
were used. Both nines.

There she is.

Back it up a few seconds.

Freeze it there.

See if CSU can get Prince
Charming's prints off that door.

Nina was going to
decorate my office.

Ah, a chiropractor with
an interior designer?

Backaches must pay well.

Yeah, we prefer the term
"Doctor of Chiropractic."

I'm stunned that you know
that I saw her yesterday.

Oh, wait, I must've
touched something,

you found my fingerprints and
that DWI I got a few years ago.

What did you and
Nina talk about?

The $5,000 that she owed me.

Owed you for?

I ran into Nina in the
Hamptons last summer.

We hadn't seen each other
since prep school and we...

We reconnected.

She told me she was
an interior designer.

Next thing, I'm
coughing up a retainer.

Then, she blows me off
for three appointments.

So you went looking for her.

No, no, no. It's not like that.

It's just... If she didn't want the
job, I wanted my money back.

She swore that she would
email me some preliminary plans.

No big deal.

Looked like a big
deal on the video.

No, guys, 5 grand
wasn't going to break me.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've got patients.

Where are we on Ms.
Wilshere's financials?

The lady didn't like
keeping her money in a bank.

Her account has the same
$10,000 in it for the past two years.

No withdrawals, no deposits.

And, we know she had
money to burn on artwork,

and a fancy apartment.

You mind putting that
away? The smell is...

Sorry.

So, how much art did she have?

I'd say three to four million.

That's a lot of money for an interior
designer no one's ever heard of.

First thing tomorrow,

talk to the gallery that
sold her the paintings.

Maybe her real business
was money-laundering,

buying art with someone
else's dirty money.

Okay. VAN BUREN: Good night.

Good night. Have a good night.

C'mon, Ma. You
didn't touch your food.

Um, I had a big lunch.

Frank says you haven't been
eating since the chemo started.

You two been talking
behind my back?

Point is, I've got this
friend back in Burlington.

A nurse at a cancer ward.

She gave me something
that might help.

Tell me that's not
what it looks like.

It's medical marijuana.
Legal in Vermont.

And still a crime in New York.

I raised you better than that.

Fine. Toss it.

My train leaves in an
hour. I got to finish packing.

Damn.

Can you believe this?

Anita, he cares.

And you...

You knew about this?

Frank, what were you thinking?

I... I'm a sworn police officer.

You're a sick woman who
can't keep her food down,

who spends half the day
doubled over in the bathroom.

This is a medicine
with proven benefits.

Now, I didn't fall in love
with a stupid woman, so...

Ms. Wilshere always paid
cash. Many of our clients do.

Cash is king.

How much exactly
did she buy from you?

Uh, well, let me think.

There were the Lorna
Simpsons, two Basquiats, the...

Yeah, the Adrian
Pipers. So, it was about,

$5 million total over
the last two years.

More than what
was in her apartment.

Do you always
deliver to her place?

Do you mean the
one on the 14th floor?

There's another one?

Yeah, she had a
unit on the 12th floor,

but, I think she mainly
used it for storage.

Thanks.

Well, look at all this.

Well, I'm guessing these
aren't for her wool sweaters.

Hey, guys, open these, please?

Nice cabbage patch.

Wonder where all this came from.
- Whoa!

Skunk weed.

Forget interiors, our gal
was designing drug deals.

That's a hazardous occupation.

Puts her argument with our
chiropractor in a whole new light.

A fellow dope dealer? He's
got to be on somebody's radar.

We've had a wire up on
Evra's phone for the last month.

He's a small-time dealer. We've
been trying to ID his supplier.

Well, we might be able
to help you out with that.

Her name is Nina
Wilshere. Figures.

We thought it was a woman.

We just couldn't
trace the calls.

You have anything
from last Tuesday?

Uh... We have outgoing
calls at 11:50 hours,

and one at 15:38 hours.

That's a few minutes
before she was sh*t.

Let's hear that last one.

Hello? Hey, it's Lucas.

- Don't... Don't hang up.
- Why are you calling me?

I don't want to talk
over the phone.

Can we just meet for coffee?

I'll have the 10
grand for you, I swear.

Just don't freeze me
out. NINA: Okay, okay.

Sounds like they
kissed and made up.

Hold on, there's
someone at the door. Yes?

I lost my key.

Can I call my mom? NINA: Wait.

Lucas, I'll get back to you.
There's a kid at the door.

A kid.

I lost my key.

Can I call my mom? NINA: Wait.

Lucas, I'll get back to you.
There's a kid at the door.

A minute after this, the lady
down the hall heard the sh*ts.

Yeah, we think the K*llers used
this kid to get Nina to open her door.

But, didn't we see a bunch
of kids go in that building?

Right, coming back from school.

Let's see.

Okay, here we go.

Stop it there.

What about him?

See that bulge in his
waistband, under his shirt?

He's carrying a piece. Hmm.

The K*llers didn't use
the kids as access.

The K*llers were the kids.

I remember them.

They were hanging out over
there, kicking around a soccer ball.

You see them run by,
maybe heading to the subway?

They didn't come by here.

Maybe they got into a
car. You see a car waiting?

The only car I noticed, was
double-parked in that no-loading zone.

Thoughtless bastard.

My delivery truck had to park
around the corner because of him.

What kind of car?

Town Car, with a chauffeur.
He was there all afternoon.

You notice what
livery company it was?

The sticker said,
"Riverdale Limo."

Right under the one that
said, "We hire jackasses."

Thanks.

We found the limo driver.

He was waiting on a
fare for three hours.

He didn't see anything, but his
dashboard camera had a perfect view

through the rear window of the
front of Nina Wilshere's building.

Hey, I just uploaded the video.

There they go. I can't make
out the license plate number.

It's a, uh, Maserati, I think.

Yeah, a 2009 Maserati
Quattroporte S.

4.7 liter V-eight, 430 ponies,

125 large, easy.

In Compton, you either bang,

or watch the bangers
in their tricked-out whips.

I watched.

Well, there can't be too
many Maserati Quattroportes

sold in the Tri-State
area. Try to run it down.

Chief?

You fellas give us a minute?
- Sure.

Word came back to me
that someone in the building

smelled marijuana on you.

Are you out of your mind?

You have 22 years
in, a pension...

Chief, I can explain. Save it.

These mints could take bark off
a tree. They'll clear your breath.

Okay.

Shower and change your
clothes after you smoke.

This guy sells medicinal dope.

He's careful and discrete.

We clear?

Yeah. Sure.

Chief?

Ball cancer. Three years ago.

That stuff got me through it.

Just keep it square, Lieutenant.
Don't go to pieces on me.

I sold that cherry four months
ago to this Hispanic guy.

You got a name for us?

Joe.

Joe, what?

Uh, just Joe.

He had us register the car to
Southwestern Supplies in White Plains.

Turns out it's a PO box.

But, you sold him the car
anyway, because, wild guess,

he paid in cash.

Fellas, I filled out all
the required forms.

The DMV was happy,
and I was happy.

Did he show you
a driver's license

before you let him
drive the car off the lot?

Of course. It looked valid.

We're gonna need you
to help us with a sketch.

You heard from him since?

A few weeks ago.

One of his cars wouldn't
start. Electrical thing.

It was in the driveway of
this house in Scarsdale.

We sent a mechanic to it.

Nice digs.

Joe lives well.

Yeah, and quietly.
No ins or outs.

Surprise, surprise. The
house is leased long term

to Southwestern Supplies,
the same ghost company

that owns the title on the cars.

Two hours. We've got to
rustle up some PC to go in,

or get some hemorrhoid cream.

Hey.

Party girls. Life is good.

Think that girl
is a good driver?

My money says she's not.

Hmm.

Yeah, I hope this guy's
not packing Viagra.

You have no right to take
us in over a traffic violation,

especially since I did come to
a complete stop at the corner.

So you say.

There's also your
suspended license,

the joint in your ashtray,

the roll of 100s in your purse.

This is not happening.

It doesn't have to. A few
answers and you can go.

Like, who you were
visiting in the house.

Friends.

Okay, these friends give
you the money in your purse?

They got names?

Okay, how about you tell me
if you saw dr*gs in the house?

Or g*ns?

Forget it. I want a lawyer.

The other girl
wouldn't talk either.

Whoever's in that house
is a lot scarier than we are.

Hey. The lab analyzed
the 100 dollar bills

taken from the girl's purse.

They were all positive
for cocaine residue.

The girl has a pros collar.

It's conceivable that she
provided sexual services

for the occupant of the house.

The occupant gave the girl
money contaminated with cocaine.

Ergo, there's probable
cause to believe

that house has cocaine in it.

Go! Go! Go!

Police! Everyone
on the ground, now!

Get down!

Hey! Hey!

Get down! Down!

What, are you stupid, or do
you just want to be sh*t, huh?

What you got here?

Nice. Where's Joe?

I don't know any Joe.

Stand up. Who
else is in the house?

Nobody. We live by
ourselves. It's our house, okay?

Yup. Your house, your g*ns.

Take him.

"People v. Rafael Alvarez,
Samuel Molina and Carlos Cabezas.

"m*rder in the Second Degree."

Esther Pinne from Legal Aid. I've
been assigned to all three defendants.

At this point, the People have no
objection to the joint representation.

Good, because I've been retained
by the families of the three children.

Marcus Woll, Your Honor.

Thanks for keeping
the seat warm.

My clients plead not guilty.
I ask that they be ROR'd.

Judge, I know Mr. Woll from
his time in the D.A.'s office.

The defendants come
from modest backgrounds,

and I am sure that Mr. Woll
is not here pro bono.

I'd like to inquire as to
the source of his retainer.

Counsel knows
that's not relevant.

What is relevant is that
we have three juveniles,

two 14-year-olds, and a
16-year-old, without records.

Each of them will be tried as an
adult for his role in a brutal execution.

Mr. Molina and Mr. Cabezas
are from Brownsville, Texas.

They don't even have
families here to be released to.

Their guardians
are en route, Judge.

Good, they can visit them
at Bridges. Remanded.

Enjoy it while it lasts, Connie.

Motion to suppress all evidence
found inside the building.

Ballistics tied the g*ns in the
house to Nina Wilshere's sh**ting,

and to two other murders
in Philly and in Newark.

The victims were all
major drug dealers.

The DEA suspects
they were targeted

by the Vela Cartel,
out of Mexico.

A Mexican drug cartel is relying on
children to carry out their murders?

These children are
trained assassins.

Yeah, the police found
these in the house.

Some kind of training camp?

Intel says it's
located somewhere

in the Sierra Madre
foothills of Eastern Mexico.

We figure the Vela Cartel

trained and parked these kids in the
Scarsdale house to use when needed.

And, for some reason, they
needed to k*ll Nina Wilshere.

Which is odd, because
she wasn't a major player.

We might get the answer
when we find this Joe character.

Most likely, he ran
the assassination team.

We lean on the kids hard enough,

one of them might roll on him.

Assuming you survive this
motion to throw out the evidence.

Marcus Woll was a
formidable attorney

when he worked in this office.

No reason to think
he's slacked off now.

Ms. Vasquez is a
convicted prost*tute.

It was reasonable to assume
she received that money

from the occupants of
the house in return for sex.

Since the money tested
positive for cocaine,

it was reasonable to
suspect that cocaine

was present in the house.

Mr. Woll, do you dispute
the test results on the money?

I don't, Your Honor,

provided the court
takes notice of a study

that shows that 90% of all banknotes
in circulation contain cocaine residue.

If you can get a search warrant

because a bill tests
positive for dr*gs,

then no home is safe from
unreasonable searches.

The home in question

had independent
ties to a drug m*rder.

You're reaching, Counselor.

I'm suppressing everything seized
in the house pursuant to that warrant.

In light of the court's
ruling, I move to dismiss

all charges against my
clients for lack of evidence.

We have video placing Alvarez
and Molina at the crime scene.

I'll sustain the indictments
against Alvarez and Molina.

But, I'm dismissing all
charges against Mr. Cabezas.

Okay, we lost the
driver of the getaway car,

but we still have the sh**t.

Without the m*rder weapons, we
don't have much leverage on them.

Maybe we can try talking
to Rafa Alvarez's parents.

I know they live in
Washington Heights.

They got here
early this morning.

They're concerned. It's a start.

Rafa was hanging out with
older boys at a pool hall.

Then, one day, six months
ago, he don't come home.

So... He was taken to Mexico.

He was turned
into a trained k*ller.

We tried to find him,
but no one would help us.

We heard he was
in a g*ng, but...

Ricardo, don't talk
about those people.

Any idea who recruited him?

Maybe... Maybe it was this man.

No.

Are you making birria?
It smells delicious.

Do you use pork or beef?

Pork.

Mrs. Alvarez, we
know you're scared.

But, we can help Rafa.

We want the people
who told him to k*ll this girl.

You think we can
change Rafa's mind?

We went to see him yesterday.

He laughed about that girl.

What did he say?

He sing this song.

La Gringa Brava has no fear.

She has a lion's heart.

Isabel, we should just listen.

See how they can
help us with Rafa.

No. I will not ask him to
speak against those people.

We have other
children to worry about.

I am... I'm sorry.

This kid's never
going to cooperate.

He murders a woman
then he sings about it?

The boys sh*t up Nina Wilshere's
stereo when they k*lled her.

Maybe, there's more to
this song than just boasting.

The police found it
on Wilshere's iPod,

and on a laptop in
the Scarsdale house.

It's about a
Mexican drug family.

The song says
the family is so bad

that they have hot, Yankee
blondes selling their dope for them.

It's a tribute.

It's a narcocorrido,
a drug ballad.

They're very popular in Mexico,

and in the Latin
communities in the U.S.

These guys are folk heroes.

Not to mention
pushers and murderers.

Well, you'd have to know
Mexico's colonial history.

Banditos fought the power.

Banditos like my
ancestor, Juan Cortina.

People revered them.

Your ancestor? Maybe I
should keep a closer eye on you.

So, the Vela Cartel
targeted Nina Wilshere

because she was in a song that
extolled the virtues of a rival cartel.

Yeah, well, it's called talking
smack with a semi-a*t*matic.

It would be helpful to know
which cartel Nina worked for.

The song doesn't
mention them by name.

I might be able to help.

Another outlaw relative?

Worse. My old
high-school boyfriend.

Tune's been on the internet
for a couple of months now.

A band called Los Vagabundos.

Do they have any affiliation
with the drug cartels?

The Ramon Family,
from Zacatecas.

So I hear.

Baby, I... I just can't get over
how respectable you look.

Jonny, please,
um... This is my boss.

Sorry. Hey, you hear the latest
song about la Gringa Brava?

It says the Ramon
Family are cowards,

that they let a woman
do a man's work.

And later in the song, it says,

"But, now she's dead, and
she isn't so pretty anymore."

And who did this song?

Los Guerreros.

One of the house
bands for the Vela Cartel.

So I hear.

The song also says that she
took four b*ll*ts to the face.

That detail wasn't
released to the press.

When exactly did this song
come out? The exact day?

It got put on the
internet on the 15th.

That's the Tuesday
Nina was sh*t.

Somebody fed the
information to the band.

I'm guessing someone with an
intimate knowledge of the m*rder.

If we want to find this
band, Los Guerreros...

Just for you, baby.

Los Guerreros are
touring the Tri-State area,

and their next gig is
tonight, in New Jersey.

Thanks.

Excuse me. Manhattan D.A.

What happened? Band
called Los Guerreros.

They were
unloading for their gig.

Witnesses saw two black SUVs
pull up. Occupants started sh**ting.

Anybody get a plate
number? Not from this crowd.

Nina's people are
probably behind this.

Paying back Los
Guerreros for their song

about la Gringa Brava's m*rder.

I want to know who told them
about the b*ll*ts in her face.

The full lyrics of the song about Nina's
m*rder were in the band's songbook.

But this page was in
a knapsack in the van.

It just has the verse
about the four b*ll*ts.

It's different handwriting.

Yeah, well, the song
had a ghostwriter.

We're hoping the
ghost left fingerprints.

A fire-fight over a couple
of songs. Unbelievable.

As if these cartels
need a pretext to k*ll.

The higher the body count,
the higher their standing.

Got a hit on those prints off the
lyrics. His name is Eddy Blanco.

Narcotics Division says he's
a lieutenant for the Vela Cartel.

A little birdie tells me he bought
those fancy cars for the kids.

Probably gave them
their marching orders, too.

Let's pick him up.

On it.

NYPD. Put your hands on
the car, and don't turn around.

We're coming for you, Eddy.

About what?

You're under arrest for filing a
false registration with the D.M.V.

Don't bother reading my
rights. I want Marcus Woll.

Great. Now, Woll
represents Blanco

and the kids we
need to roll on Blanco.

Rafa Alvarez is a minor. His parents
have final say on who represents him.

His name is Eddy Blanco.
Did Rafa ever mention him?

No. Who is he?

He's the man who turned
your son into a k*ller.

Your son is going to die in
prison, unless he cooperates.

We told you. He
don't listen to us.

It is true. We go see Rafa
and Mr. Woll is always there.

What do we say? Well, for
starters, you can fire Mr. Woll.

You're Rafa's parents, you have
the right to choose his lawyer.

Mr. Woll cares only
about the big bosses.

He doesn't care about your son.

Enough.

Mrs. Alvarez... If Rafa
talks, they will k*ll him.

They will k*ll all my children.

Ricardo, let's go.

No. Ricardo...

No! I can protect my own family.

Rafa will not die in
jail. He will have a life.

What do you need us to do?

Your Honor, Mr. Cutter
is boldly interfering

with my representation
of my client.

The defendant's parents conveyed
to me their intent to change attorneys.

My client has a right to the
counsel of his own choosing.

He's an emancipated minor, whose parents
effectively abandoned him months ago.

He was spirited away to Mexico

to learn the trade
of an assassin.

He was kept in a house,
and plied with dr*gs...

Allegations, Your Honor.

The D.A. is charging
him as an adult,

so, the court should
treat him as such.

Rafa, are you happy
with your lawyer?

Yes. I don't want anyone else.

Only Mr. Woll, okay?

Your Honor, Mr. Woll
is hopelessly conflicted

by virtue of representing three
co-defendants in the same m*rder case.

Given the
circumstances, I don't think

Mr. and Mrs. Alvarez have
relinquished their parental rights.

Judge, this is a
constitutional outrage.

Defense counsel is recused.

Court-appointed counsel
will be assigned to Mr. Alvarez.

At least now we
have a fighting chance.

Well, let's hope Rafa
Alvarez still does.

In return for your testimony,

you'd be sentenced
as a juvenile.

That means you'd
be free in four years.

I'm not a rat.

It's not about that.

It's about your future.

You think I'm
scared of jail? I'm not.

Don't tell me what to do. I
don't take orders from you.

But, you do from...
From those animals?

I want to go now, okay?

Rafa, listen to your parents.

They put themselves in
great danger to help you.

I want to go!

We're done here.

I'm so sorry. We'll keep trying.

Six months with the Mexican
mob has done a number on this kid.

Well, they programmed
him to be a k*ller.

Maybe, we can find
someone to deprogram him.

I see a lot of parallels
between this boy

and the child
soldiers I met in Africa.

It's not hard to desensitize
boys to v*olence.

You throw in a system of
rewards, video games, dr*gs, sex.

So, how do we reach him?

Well, in Africa, we reintroduced

the child soldiers back into their
old villages, into their old lives.

To help them
rediscover their humanity.

We don't have a lot of time.

Well, it's not as
daunting as it sounds.

Breakthroughs can be
triggered by the smallest thing.

For example?

You sh**t for something that
taps into the side of the boy

that's still a kid
that loves his family.

Do that, and chances are, the
walls will come tumbling down.

My client has already stated that
he has no interest in cooperating.

Understood. Doctor Burkardt just
wants an opportunity to talk with him.

I don't want to talk to anybody.

All right. Then, let's talk
about Rafa's pre-trial detention.

We'll be working through lunch.

Rafa, if you want
to order something...

I just want to get out of here.

His current facility has
a poor safety record.

We've approached the D.O.J.J.

and they've agreed
to relocate him.

Rafa's parents have also said they want
him in a facility closer to their home.

Well, if there's an
opportunity to improve

the conditions of my client's
incarceration, we'll listen.

It's birria. Your mom
sent it over for helping you.

Okay, so there is a facility
15 miles from his house.

Rafa, what do you think?

Rafa?

There's plenty here.

Here.

We also have reciprocity with
facilities in northern New Jersey.

Now, until we can
move him, he'll continue

to be housed in
the segregated unit.

They took me to
this ranch in Mexico.

They gave us g*ns,
showed us how to sh**t them.

They made us feel important.

They brought us back, put
us in this big house and...

Rafa, I understand
you just finished

two weeks of therapy
with Doctor Burkardt.

I understand some things might
still be hard for you to talk about.

It's like I woke up
from a bad dream.

Did it always feel
like a bad dream?

No. At first, it was like
being in a video game.

It was exciting.

Then, it stopped being exciting?

Yes.

When was that?

They made us take
cocaine. I didn't want to,

but they said it would
relax us, you know?

But, I'd never done it before.

I threw up. It was scary.

What else happened
that was scary?

They would send
these older girls over.

I'd never even kissed a girl.

But, they said a man
did more than kiss.

Rafa, after you
got to the house,

who was the person
who told you what to do?

Eddy Blanco. He
gave us our missions.

And, what was a mission?

You know, to k*ll
someone. A person.

Did Mr. Blanco tell
you to k*ll a woman

named Nina Wilshere?

Yes. He showed us her
picture, and where she lived.

He told us how to
get into her place.

And did you k*ll her?

Yes.

And, how'd that make you feel?

I never thought
about it, you know?

Eddy said not to.

Like always, we'd come
back when we were done,

and have pizza, and tequila
and watch movies and...

Okay.

So, the grand jury came back

with a m*rder
indictment against Blanco.

There's been a development.

My detectives found
this on the internet.

What are they saying?

Um... It's... It's
about the, um...

The female lawyer in New
York who took on the Vela Cartel.

The dead female lawyer.
They're threatening me.

And they follow
through on their threats.

Connie, I'd like
you off this case.

No. I... I want to see
this through, Jack.

You and Mr. Cutter are
getting security details.

And, I'll see to it that the
detectives assigned are hand-picked.

And, do you recognize
these two boys?

I do. Sammy Molina
and Rafa Alvarez.

The same two boys
we just saw entering

Ms. Wilshere's building
10 minutes prior.

Now, the time stamp on
the video reads 3:42 p.m.

When was Ms.
Wilshere sh*t to death?

About three minutes earlier.

Thank you.

No questions, Your Honor.

Your next witness, Mr. Cutter?

The People call Rafael Alvarez.

Sidebar, Your Honor.

Judge, I move to
exclude this witness.

He's a minor who was kept
in a coercive environment

for two weeks, and subjected
to psychological manipulation.

Mr. Alvarez underwent
routine counseling

after six months in the
thrall of a drug cartel.

Your case does rest largely

on the boy's
testimony, Mr. Cutter.

Mr. Woll's allegation
is a serious one.

I'm obliged to hear the motion.

I request 48 hours to fully
brief the matter, Your Honor.

Our witness is
prepped and ready.

The motion should
be heard right now.

You have 24 hours, Mr. Woll.

We're adjourned till
1:00 p.m. tomorrow.

What's happening? It's
nothing to worry about.

You'll, uh... You'll
testify tomorrow.

But, I'm ready now.

It'll be over soon, okay?

Officers, please give him
a moment with his parents.

They're stalling.

I want security where
Rafa's being kept doubled.

Got it.

I found a half a dozen
cases on point, Mike.

Woll has zero basis for
precluding Rafa's testimony.

All right, I'll see you there.

Counselor? I got here
early. I brought you a coffee.

You were supposed to
wait inside. Everything okay?

Yeah, I'm good. Um, we can go.

Courthouse, right?

No, uh, Bronxville
Juvenile Facility.

He was brushing his teeth in the
bathroom. His throat was slashed.

He bled out before he was found.

We have no suspects,

and, of course we have
no cameras in the bathroom.

Thank you, Warden.

What happened to Sammy
can't happen to you, okay?

You're protected.

Your family has been moved to
a secure location. They're safe.

After the motion,
you'll testify.

Then you can begin a new life.

You think I'm stupid?

That I don't know what
they'll do to me if I talk?

To my family?

They'll send 10
guys like me after us.

Rafa, I promise
we'll protect you.

You can't. Look what
they did to Sammy.

And, he wasn't even a snitch.

I'm not testifying, get it?

I'm not.

I think we need a little time.

How'd he take it?

He shut down.

The Vela Cartel
sent Rafa a message.

Yeah, message received.
Now, what do we do?

What any good
lawyer does. Bluff.

The motion's this
afternoon, Mr. Blanco.

And, here's the
reality. It will be denied.

And when it is, Rafa
will take the stand,

and you will be
convicted of m*rder.

You seem very confident.

Which makes me wonder
why you wanted a sit-down.

Because, we're in the
business of minimizing risk.

Second degree m*rder, 15-to-25,

and he names names.

Win the motion, lose the motion,

my client wants
his day in court.

Your witness, Mike.

I've read the affidavits
and the psychiatric report.

I see no evidence of
psychological manipulation.

Appropriate standards of witness
preparation were followed, Mr. Woll.

Defense motion is denied.

The People may call
Mr. Alvarez as their next witness.

Let's bring in the jury.

Your Honor, the People
request a brief continuance.

Since Mr. Blanco's
co-defendant was m*rder*d,

we need to adjust
our case accordingly.

Mr. Molina's unfortunate death

doesn't change their
theory of the case.

I agree, Mr. Cutter. It doesn't.

There is another issue.

Our witness is a 14-year-old boy

who's understandably
distressed by his friend's death.

Please. Until
recently, Mr. Cutter

was calling him a brutal k*ller.

What, and now the kid's
overcome by sentiment?

It's a simple
humanitarian request.

My client has a
right to a speedy trial.

If the People aren't ready to
proceed, I move to dismiss.

No delay is
warranted, Mr. Cutter.

You have two hours
to produce your witness,

or I am kicking this.

I know this is hard,
and really scary.

But, you can't give up, Rafa.

You have the rest of your
life to think about here.

You testify, then it's done.
We will relocate your family,

and you can join
them in a few years.

You can start over.

Or, you can keep quiet.

The Judge will dismiss the case.

Eddy Blanco will be
out. You'll be in prison.

And, you won't be able
to protect your family.

Rafa, please. Your
family loves you.

You can't do this to them.

We have to buy more time.
I know we can reach him.

He's already been reached.