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These are their stories.
(man) Aqui está tu papi, mi hija.
(woman) Come on!
Come on, Papi, you need to buy me another drink first.
Ah, no more drinks, mamacita. I want you.
Get off--get--
Que pues, buey? Huh?
You gotta pay for that, fool.
Calmado, tengo feria.
I pay. Tenga, por favor.
$20? That's it?
Por esa chula, it's all I have.
You know what $20 gets you, homes?
Llévalo.
[screams]
Qué pues, vieja!
Dios Mío!
That was a rolling meat house.
Pimp thugs broke in with liquor and girls,
set up shop for a few days, and then blew out.
That ain't the first brothel that's moved to this building.
First homicide.
Is the super gone?
Everybody is. Can't get one witness.
All the johns are illegals. Day laborers.
Gang spreads the word down at the Laundromat,
come get liquored up and laid.
Bleed 'em to death before they can send that paycheck home.
Juanita Doe.
She was shot three times from behind.
Stippling and powder burns on the back of her hand.
Last bullet was point blank.
She tried to cover up.
Any shell casings?
No, it could've been a revolver.
Or the shooter picked 'em up.
Here, uniform fished it out of a dumpster.
Undisturbed pool of blood. No scuff marks.
Yeah, she was shot right here.
Cosmetics, not bad stuff either.
And one of those... music players.
(Sharlett) Yeah, but check out these tats.
(Fontana) "Lil' T."
That's gang ink right there.
Well, she's wearing blue and white, L-12 colors.
Locotes Doces. It's a West Coast gang.
Weren't they all at one time?
Let's get her photo over to Gang Intelligence.
Maybe she's a wannabe or property of this gang.
Hold on.
Check this out.
Mm, tats are fake.
I wonder what else.
All three bullets entered from behind.
Last one went clean through her hand,
fractured the skull.
(Green) Any other defensive wounds?
Uh, just the bruise on her left arm.
Assailant probably grabbed at her
as she attempted to flee.
No signs of the usual wear and tear of a hooker?
No tracks, no STDs, no rectal tearing.
If she was a hooker, she's the first one I've met
who wears better underwear than me.
You ever seen fake tats like that?
Plenty of L-12 tattoos, just never phonied up like that.
It's henna.
With the chemical PPD.
Makes the ink darker, last longer.
[cell phone ringing] Excuse me.
Bullet also took out a piece of her upper jaw,
along with two incisors and some first-rate veneers.
First-rate veneers?
That's strange for a gangbanger.
We had a forensic dentist take a look at her teeth.
She's 24 years old.
(Fontana) Latent's got a match.
Her prints popped up on AFIS.
Teresa Richter? What's that, German?
Yeah, arrested four years ago. New Haven Police Department.
She even gave them a Yale student I.D.
Yale? What was she arrested for?
Human rights protest.
Justice for the Women of Juarez.
Yeah, that's where all those Mexican girls
went missing at the border.
That look like the same girl to you?
This girl looks heavier. And the skin tone's off.
But that could just be the lighting.
It is a four-point match on the prints, though.
Well, she called her parents after she was arrested.
The number comes back
to an apartment in the West Village.
See if you can get some answers.
(man) Teresa's abroad.
My wife just spoke with her the other day.
Where was she, Estela? Budapest?
Prague. But that was on Tuesday.
She was on her way to Budapest.
What's going on, Detective?
Is, uh, she in some kind of trouble?
No, her name came up in an investigation.
Do you have a recent photo of your daughter, Mrs. Richter?
We could give you her voicemail.
She usually calls in every day or two.
That would be great.
Does Teresa live here with you?
Our daughter's way too independent, Detective.
She has a sublet studio over on Clinton.
If you could give us that address also?
That's Columbia, right?
Um, grad school. Journalism.
She went to Yale undergrad.
Is she a journalist?
Aspiring. She had a job at The New Yorker
as a fact-checker, but she felt
it wasn't making enough of a difference.
These were taken at Christmas time.
Can't you tell us what's really going on, Detective?
Mr. and Mrs. Richter, I think you should take a seat.
Girl comes and goes at all hours.
Haven't seen her around in a while, though.
Only late with the rent once, I remember.
She ever bring anybody up here? Her boyfriend, maybe?
Never seen nobody.
But she kind of kept to herself, though.
All right, man, we got it. Thanks.
She must be a journalist. Take a look at this mess.
Oh, she left her cell phone.
Check this guy out.
Locotes-12.
The Fed's been deporting those dudes by the truckloads.
Drugs, auto theft rings.
Extortion. You name it.
There must be a dozen stories here about L-12.
Newspaper clippings, photos--
Well, obviously, she lied to her parents
about going abroad.
And all this gang research?
Well, if she was putting together a story,
who was she working for?
I'm not sure. But look at this.
Caller I.D. Village Weekly.
Same thing I tell every kid her age.
Get out and write something while you still remember
why you wanted to do it in the first place.
So you didn't hire Teresa Richter?
She actually pitched me one interesting idea.
And I told her to go for it.
You know, send me the first thousand words.
What kind of story?
A Latino gang story. Sex trafficking.
She seemed to know all about it.
L-12. You sent this girl undercover
to do a story about L-12?
Did you ever stop to think what they might do to her
if they found out that she was a reporter
doing a story on them?
Well, last I checked, we were talking
about an adult professional writing a story on spec.
A minute ago,
she was a green kid looking for a break.
Do you have any idea how dangerous these people are?
Yeah, if they weren't, it wouldn't be a story.
And who knows?
If they're as dangerous as you say,
maybe she'll get a book option out of it.
We're gonna need whatever she sent you.
W-w-what's going on here? Is she under arrest?
She's dead, jackass.
What?
Oh, my God.
You're serious.
Yeah, we're serious. Who introduced her to this gang?
I don't know. Uh--
She met a girl through gang counseling
at a church-affiliated program.
Everything you got. Go get it.
(Green) She said she was running away from somewhere?
All these girls are always running away from something.
I wasn't about to turn her away.
They always come to me when they get scared or knocked up.
So when did Teresa quit?
She stopped coming to group counseling
about a month ago.
I hate to think now she used me to get access.
She get to know anyone in group counseling?
There was one chica.
Dolores--"Lola."
Strong one, you know? Like she could do anything.
A natural leader. Teresa gravitated to her.
Encouraged her.
Encouraged her to what?
Sell her own line of street wear, "Vato Chick."
Lola knew some way to get around a vendor license
over on Spring Street.
Do you have a phone number for Lola?
Nah, see, they told me I didn't need no permit
out here on weekends.
Well, this is not about a permit.
But we do have some questions about your partner Teresa.
What? [upbeat cell phone ring tone]
Why you gotta hassle me in front of customers?
You gonna answer that?
[upbeat cell phone ring tone]
It's nobody.
Maybe it's your partner, Lil' T.
She ain't my partner.
Me and my cuz Flaca here are trying to run
a straight-up business.
I ain't seen Lil' T in, like, a week.
The way we hear it, you two
were going into business together.
You see her around?
She mighta helped me get my stuff out here,
but she ain't into clothes like me.
Why? What's up with her?
I don't know. You tell me.
Oh, my God. Who did that to her?
That's what we're trying to figure out.
So why don't you come downtown with us
and help us sort this whole thing out?
Okay.
Oh, damn!
[upbeat cell phone ring tone]
Lola, we know you're in there.
Now come out slow with your hands up.
[cocks gun]
Come here, come here.
[grunts]
You know, you really oughta change that ring tone.
Where were you last night, Lola?
I said I was over at my aunt's, ironing all my clothes
to sell this morning.
I ain't even seen Lil' T in, like, a week.
And we ain't had no bad blood.
It's Dolores, right? Dolores.
How's your little boy?
What's that got to do with anything?
NYPD Gang Unit.
Keeps track of these things.
Like who your son's father is.
Alberto Torres.
Locotes-12 alpha dog.
So?
Beto's his daddy, but it ain't like he's around.
No, he's finishing a nickel upstate.
And he still considers you his lady.
But you know, Dolores,
that doesn't make you his piece of property.
What you mean?
Girl, you racked up
quite a record before you were 18.
Maybe now you're trying to turn things around?
But I'm gonna tell you, you go down
for a conspiracy murder charge,
you won't hold your son again until he's 28.
Conspiracy what?
You were the one who brought Teresa in.
You introduced her to the vatos.
Hey, some chica wanna come hang out,
homies ain't gonna push her away.
Until they found out who she really was.
What you mean, who she was?
Teresa Richter. The undergrad years.
Teresa what? Who's that?
Lil' T was a journalist, Dolores.
Hell, no.
She used you to get inside.
To get a story.
L-12's criminal activities.
Didn't nobody use me for nothing.
You vouched for her, Dolores.
Nuh-uh. I didn't vouch for that girl.
And she betrayed you! Homies for life?
That stops right here, right now,
unless you want your son to be raised by the state.
Whoa! Hold up.
This is crazy.
You think I killed her?
You didn't have to.
You blew her cover to Beto, some other vato.
They threw her out with the trash.
I didn't do that!
And I want a lawyer. Now.
(Green) We already got two calls
from Shepard and Goldberg asking if we had her in custody.
We tried stalling them, but they're already on their way.
That's a big-time law firm. Who hired them?
Maybe Beto found out
that we were holding the mother of his child.
Well, if you leave now,
you could beat the rush hour train to Ossining.
(man) Your gang hierarchy.
That's Beto in the middle.
Alberto Torres.
First thing he did was organize all the L-12 cliques.
Hasn't been a problem
in his cellblock since.
What about the bald one sitting to the left?
Oscar "Diablo" Morales. His lieutenant.
Does all his dirty work for him now.
(Green) Oh, yeah?
Why is that?
Beto's up for parole in four months.
He's gotta keep his nose clean.
Don't know her.
The mother of your child did.
She was hanging out with L-12 for the last few months.
I miss out on a lot of fine chicas.
Downside of being locked up.
Lola never mentioned her name to you?
No.
She never said nothing.
Turns out that this girl was a writer,
and that L-12 was her story.
For real?
That's good.
I been encouraging Lo to reach out.
Make new friends.
Meet better people.
She wanted to expose the organized activities
of your little gang.
Like the trafficking
of underage girls for prostitution.
All news to me.
She was gonna name names.
You mind if I keep this?
Here's how it works, Alberto.
You give us whoever shot this girl in the back three times,
we take him in, and that's that.
You play games, we run Lola
through the system, and good luck getting your kid back
from Child Services.
No way I green-lit this girl.
You think I need this kind of heat
when I'm about to walk outta here?
Better her dead than the story comes out.
No.
You ain't ringing me up for this.
Five months, I walk.
C.O.
On the gate!
(Van Buren) Don't get too comfortable.
You're taking a ride out to Long Island.
Teresa Richter's phone dump?
Yeah, she cut off almost all contact to pursue her story,
but she received one phone call
about an hour before she was killed.
Short duration, 5-1-6 area code.
Who'd the phone come back to?
A disposable cell.
Criminal's delight.
Yeah, TARU traced the point of purchase
to a Fleetmart in Malverne.
(store clerk) We don't sell too many of those phones,
so I remember, 'cause he bought two with cash.
White guy.
Anything else?
Minutes cards too. All cash.
No, I mean, anything other than "white guy"?
You know, just like a businessman.
Brownish hair. I don't know, 50.
Doesn't sound like you remember him at all.
It was over $300 in cash.
Guys like that charge everything over 20 bucks.
You mean white guys over 50?
Yeah. Frequent flyers.
Here we go. Same serial numbers.
Around 7:30 Tuesday.
Hey, does that thing work?
(store clerk) There, that's him.
(Green) Well, he's a white guy, all right.
(Fontana) Hey, wait a second.
Did this guy stop at a pump?
Yeah, I think so.
He pay cash for that too?
No, credit card at the pump.
(woman) I'm sorry, Kevin's not home right now.
Did you say NYPD?
Yes, ma'am, that's right.
Do you know where we can get ahold of Mr. Drucker?
He's at work.
Is this regarding the car?
Well, yes, Ma'am, it is regarding the car.
Oh, you found it. No, Ma'am.
Did you file the report?
My husband did. It was his car.
It was stolen from right here off the street.
It's just been this huge nightmare.
Yeah, we understand. Anything else stolen?
Well, his wallet was in the car.
But this is all in the police report.
What time does your husband usually get home?
Uh, around 7:30.
He takes the train.
But you should really talk to him.
Uh, if we can get
his cell phone number, that would be great.
Unless that was stolen too.
Uh, no, thank God. That wasn't in the car.
He's in commercial real estate. It's his lifeline.
Right.
If we can get his phone number at work,
that would be great too.
(man) I had to cancel
all my cards, replace my driver's license.
Oh, I know, it's a huge pain in the neck.
But you still have your cell phone, right?
Oh, yeah.
Oh, I'd be in a real pickle without that.
It's the one thing I didn't lose.
We thought maybe you purchased a replacement.
You know, one of those disposable ones.
Disposable?
Yeah, you know, like, those little burners
that they sell at the stop-n-robs?
Like, uh, Fleetmart.
No. Sorry, guys.
Maybe they used my credit card before I canceled it.
This one was purchased with cash.
It was used to call a certain young lady
the night before last.
You recognize her?
No.
Afraid I can't help you guys.
Well, you know, her apartment is not too far from here.
We thought maybe you, uh, met before.
I-I-I've never seen her before in my life.
Or maybe she threatened to call your wife
and tell her otherwise.
Whoa. Now you are way out of bounds.
Do I need to talk to a lawyer here?
Only if you've done something wrong.
I just told you, I never called that girl.
Does your insurance company provide for a rental vehicle?
Yeah.
It's sitting in the parking lot
of the Long Island train station,
where I leave it every morning.
Do you mind if we take a look at it?
I think you need a warrant for that.
Sure, we can get one
if you would like.
What was the name of the rental company?
You know what? I got nothing to hide here.
Here, go ahead.
Check out the damn car.
You want my MetroCard too?
No, but if we can get the number off of it,
that would be fine, thank you.
Just got off the phone with the boys at the garage.
Drucker's rental is clean.
There's a new charge that popped up
on his new Visa this morning
from the rental car company.
We're looking into it.
Drucker took the train home last night.
He swiped his MetroCard at 18:00 hours.
He could've turned around, drove back into the city.
You check his E-ZPass?
It's listed as stolen on the report
for the car.
I'll check his pass tag,
but this guy's been paying cash for everything.
So outside of an errant phone call,
we can't prove anything.
I think he's our guy and he's lying.
Hey, Drucker switched out his rental car this morning
from an SUV to a sedan.
Now, they haven't washed the SUV yet,
and I told them not to go near it.
Too clever by a half.
So what did he do?
Wipe down the upholstery?
Some sort of disinfectant wipes.
But luminol revealed a few specks of uncontaminated blood
on the doorjamb and the carpet of the passenger side floor.
Just a few specks of blood.
Spatter, likely from the first shot
after the victim tried to flee the car.
Do we know the blood type?
Same as Teresa Richter.
And the ME's agreed to rush the DNA.
All right, thanks, Beck.
Last call to the victim is from Drucker.
And her blood is in her car.
We have no murder weapon, no witnesses,
and no readily apparent motive.
Yeah, but the DA loves a challenge.
I'm calling the Lieutenant.
I sincerely hope this is an apology, Detectives.
Sorry to have to do this here, ma'am.
On your feet, get up. On your feet!
Mr. Drucker, you're under arrest
for the murder of Teresa Richter.
Murder? Kevin, what are they talking about?
This is a mistake. It's a mistake, I swear it is!
Yeah, it's always a mistake.
Call my lawyer. Call him now!
(court clerk) Docket number 5-8-4-3-2.
People vs. Kevin Drucker.
Charge of Murder in the Second Degree.
How would your client like to plead?
[whispering]
Everything all right, Counselor?
He pleads not guilty, Your Honor.
Voila.
People on bail?
Your Honor, given the gravity of the crime
and Mr. Drucker's high net worth,
the People ask that the defendant be remanded.
The State vastly overestimates my client's assets,
most of which are non-liquid.
Mr. Drucker has no criminal record
and no intention of leaving his wife
or his good standing in the community behind.
He poses no flight risk.
So pick a number, Counselor.
We request that bail be set at $50,000.
That amount is hardly commensurate
with Mr. Drucker's access to resources.
How much do you want?
Excuse me, Mr. Drucker.
I'm very sorry, Your Honor.
The prospect of incarceration is a bit overwhelming
to my client.
Good, just tell him that one further outburst like that,
and I'll make sure he's remanded without bail.
Terribly sorry, Your Honor. It won't happen again.
I'm going to set bail at half a million dollars.
And the defendant will surrender his passport.
Get your client together for trial, Counselor.
Any scent of a plea?
Klein says Drucker's not interested
in any deal that involves him doing time.
Then he's got a serious problem.
You don't think we're shy a few pieces?
We've got the victim's blood in the defendant's car.
A rental car that was no longer in Drucker's possession.
Swapped out a bloody car. What else do you want?
Murder weapon, witnesses, motive.
My guess would be an affair with the victim.
I've poured over every phone record.
It's weird. His record's clean.
But he got a few collect calls from County
to his home over a year ago.
Who does Drucker know in jail?
Possibly no one now.
The calls stopped a year ago.
Find out.
Maybe it's not just prison he's afraid of.
(Van Buren) We found other calls
from Westchester County to Drucker's cell.
Ossining area code.
Sing Sing?
Patterson Drucker?
Drucker's son.
22-year-old kid doing 2 to 6 on a drug sentence.
How'd you find him?
Calls came from an unidentified disposable cell phone.
The latest in prison contraband.
It's the same type Drucker used to call the victim.
And according to his E-ZPass, he's been making trips upstate
every other weekend.
There's more than one number here
from the Ossining area code.
We think Drucker was smuggling cell phones
into Sing Sing for his son.
My dad's locked up?
He's out on bail. At least, until the trial.
You know who this is, Patterson?
That's who he killed?
She was a journalist.
We believe your dad shot her three times.
Any idea why?
My dad's got his problems, I got mine.
Why don't you ask his new wife?
We think you and your dad may be sharing the same big problems.
Here's two of them.
Same cellblock as you.
It might interest you to know
they just searched their cells.
Found a cell phone in Diablo's.
Beto managed to flush his before they could confiscate it.
The same kind of phone they found hidden in your cell.
Your father's smuggling them in to you.
Contraband for L-12.
In exchange for protection?
Doesn't seem to be working.
You've been in the infirmary three times
in the last six months.
The nurse said you won't file assault charges
against whoever came after you.
It would not help my situation.
It could mean protective custody.
[scoffs] Well, people like you should spend one week in here.
Then maybe that would actually mean something.
There's a connection here, Patterson.
This gang,
you and your father, this girl's murder.
And you want my help?
You want my help? Get me outta here.
Otherwise, get lost.
(Borgia) Drucker allowed $20,000
worth of cash advances on his debit card
before an ATM confiscated it from this woman.
Who's Josefina Morales?
Diablo's sister.
The gang was bleeding him dry, Jack.
For all we know, he could've just let them take his car.
And Drucker never contacted the police?
They had his son, and they wanted Teresa Richter dead.
So they trust a commercial real estate broker
from Long Island with a hit?
Well, they had this guy on a string.
We have enough evidence to prosecute
Kevin Drucker for murder.
What about L-12? We just let that go?
Let Klein argue that his client acted under duress
if he wants to elaborate on their involvement.
But what if Drucker won't let him?
Won't let him? It's Drucker's life.
They have his son, Jack.
Who's a possible conspirator to murder.
We should release him in the hopes
that his father will talk to us?
I didn't say that.
At the very least, we should secure his safety.
Well, we can only consider a deal
in exchange for Drucker's testimony.
(Borgia) We know your son was assaulted inside prison, Mr. Drucker.
We know you received cell phone calls from him
and L-12 gang members inside prison
from phones that you purchased
and activated.
(McCoy) You also deposited money
into the canteen of Diablo Morales
and allowed his sister to withdraw thousands of dollars
from your account
over a period of six months.
Where you going with all this?
The victim had ties to L-12.
We have reason to believe they wanted her dead.
Were they threatening your son, Mr. Drucker?
Was this some misguided attempt on your part
to help him?
Were you coerced into doing this gang's bidding?
My client's not admitting to anything here.
If he tells us what happened, we may be able to help.
If the criminal acts were committed under duress.
(Klein) What are you offering?
Man One, 20 years.
In exchange for his testimony against L-12.
You allocute to your crime,
and you testify at the ensuing trial.
What makes you think I'll make it to that trial, Mr. McCoy?
We've arranged for protective custody.
You know who they are?
And what about my son?
(McCoy) We won't prosecute your son for conspiracy.
He'll be eligible for parole in two years.
If I testify, he won't live that long.
We've already recommended
that he be transferred to a different facility.
You can't protect me or my son in there, and you know that.
But you don't really care.
See, you're negotiating in bad faith, Mr. McCoy.
I'm not sure what else we can do here.
Please explain to your client
that there isn't a better deal.
Your deal will kill my son.
Do you understand what you're facing, Mr. Drucker?
Life in prison.
Actually, I think I understand it
better than you do, Mr. McCoy.
(McCoy) Teresa Richter
was only 24 years old.
An Ivy League graduate
who aspired to be a writer.
To make a difference.
To help women less fortunate than her.
But now that will never happen.
As Teresa attempted to flee from the car
that had been rented by Kevin Drucker,
he shot her in the back.
She fell, and he shot her again.
She tried to crawl and cover herself.
But he shot her a third time.
At close range.
In the back of the head.
This was a cold-blooded execution,
ladies and gentlemen.
The evidence in this case
will prove to you beyond a reasonable doubt
that the defendant Kevin Drucker
brutally murdered Teresa Richter.
Mr. Klein?
Uh, defense waives opening, Your Honor.
(Judge) All right then, Mr. McCoy,
you may call your first witness.
(McCoy) The blood that was found in the car,
whose was it?
Teresa Richter's.
The DNA analysis was a 13 loci match.
What exactly does that mean?
Meaning that a statistical probability that the blood
belonged to somebody else is more than a trillion to one.
More than a trillion.
More than the number of people on the earth.
There haven't been that many people on the planet
since the beginning of time, dead or alive.
Thank you. Nothing further.
Did you obtain the rental car from my client?
No, the detectives obtained the vehicle
from the rental car company.
So you have no idea who else drove the car
before or after my client, do you?
That's correct.
But surely there were other drivers.
Did you find any other prints,
or DNA in the car?
No, but as I said--
Right, as you said, you didn't even find my client's prints
in the car, did you?
(Beck) No, I did not.
(Klein) What about prints on the murder weapon?
(Beck) I did not recover any prints
from a murder weapon.
Nor any prints or DNA
from any other witness
or suspect in a gang-infested neighborhood.
(Drucker) That's enough!
(Judge) Mr. Klein, would you like a moment
to speak with your client?
Yes, thank you, Your Honor.
Nothing further, Your Honor. Thank you.
Drucker's sabotaging his own lawyer.
Could be a tactic.
A back door to a duress defense.
Or that he's so completely under this gang's thumb.
At this point, I don't even know who's driving the bus anymore.
We gave him every opportunity to make a deal.
You want me to go back to Drucker,
see if he's willing to concede?
Let's just wait until after he's convicted.
Some people need a Sword of Damocles to see the light.
(McCoy) No further witnesses, Your Honor.
The Prosecution rests.
Witnesses for the defense?
I'm sorry, one moment, please, Your Honor.
Right now.
[whispering]
Your Honor, the defense rests.
Rests?
Yes, Judge.
Both sides in chambers.
Am I missing something, Counselor?
Is there a defense for these charges?
Reasonable doubt, Your Honor. In accordance with my client.
And I want it on the record
that this was a strategic decision.
To prevent this case being overturned
because of ineffective assistance of counsel.
I was prepared with a vigorous defense.
But my client no longer wants to proceed.
Is that true, Mr. Drucker?
Yes, Your Honor.
Mr. Drucker, you do understand that you have a right
to offer evidence, to call witnesses.
Even to testify on your own behalf.
I choose not to, Your Honor.
All right.
Your life, Mr. Drucker.
Summations tomorrow morning.
Man One, 20 years, in exchange for his testimony.
He doesn't care about the weight, Jack.
Department of Corrections is transferring your son
into protective custody.
Best I can do.
(Klein) He's convinced his son will die in prison.
You're wrong, Mr. Drucker.
It'll be you who dies in prison, of old age.
Mr. McCoy, I don't care anymore.
You believe this guy?
Vacate a sentence? Is that you, Jack McCoy?
Drucker's son has already served the majority of his sentence
for drug possession.
Right, what's another drug dealer back on the street?
To hell with consistency and finality.
He's a non-violent offender, Arthur.
Last we talked, that kid was the one
that started this whole ball rolling.
Conspiracy to murder.
As long as his son is still in prison,
Kevin Drucker will not testify against L-12.
And a killer goes to prison for the crime he committed.
I'm not gonna lose any sleep over that.
And let this gang that ordered the hit go scot-free?
To what end?
L-12 is becoming as big a menace as the Mob.
Why let the big fish wriggle off the hook
when we can land 'em all?
Which fish would that be?
Torres, Morales?
We can prosecute Diablo Morales right now
with Drucker's testimony.
We get Diablo, we may be able to keep Beto Torres behind bars.
What about Beto's girlfriend Lola?
If she flips, we won't have to release anybody.
Shut down and unreliable.
We don't even have enough to prosecute her.
Well, how do we know that Drucker's testimony
is even worth anything?
We hold the son until he testifies.
He won't dare burn us.
Getting his son out is all that matters to him.
Drucker's going to prison, no matter what.
We need his testimony.
Father goes in, son comes out.
It's still a good deal.
Teresa Richter deserves justice.
Okay, Jack. Go fish.
I have to name names?
Absolutely.
As co-conspirators,
not a back door to a duress defense.
The DA is willing to terminate your son's sentence.
It's the best they can do, Kevin.
When will you release my son?
Only after you testify.
Things just got so out of hand.
I want the nightmares to stop.
I want to apologize.
To her parents.
There'll be an opportunity to make a statement of remorse.
And I want to talk to my son.
After allocution.
(Borgia) I'll draw up the papers.
What happened to your ear, Pat?
What's all this?
Just sit down.
You talked to these guys.
Do me a favor once, will ya?
Just sit down and shut up and listen.
I got something to tell you.
It is over. I told them.
Everything.
Oh, my God--
Just listen to me. How could you do this?
They're gonna let you go.
What do you mean, let me go?
The state will transfer you to protective custody.
After I testify, they're gonna let you walk outta here.
They put you up to this?
How could you let him do this?
Your father killed someone.
We didn't open the doors on that.
I killed an innocent girl, Pat.
I gotta answer for that.
I'm going away for a long time, no matter what.
You finger these guys, you won't last 20 minutes in here.
You let me worry about that, okay?
They're getting you outta here.
You're free.
So that's it, then?
You're on your own. I can't help you anymore.
No. Don't worry about me.
Hey, Pat?
You try and do something with your life, will ya?
They're gonna kill you in here.
I died the day I killed that girl.
(McCoy) How many times
did the defendant call you, Mr. Drucker?
Half a dozen times.
Did he identify himself when he called? Only once.
By his gang name. Diablo.
After that, I recognized his voice
and the number from there on--
(Judge) That's it.
Secure the defendant, please.
Mr. Morales, you do that again,
you'll watch your own trial inside a cell
on closed-circuit TV.
Clear?
How did Mr. Morales get your number?
My son is on the same cellblock with him.
In prison. He--
He told me all about Diablo.
And the gang that he is a member of, L-12.
What did the defendant want with you?
Money. Mostly.
I gave it to him in the hopes
that they would leave my son alone.
It didn't work.
Records show that the defendant called you
two days before the shooting.
What was that about?
A girl named Teresa.
He gave me her number.
Said that I should call her...
and tell her I had information about...L-12 for her.
(man) Muerto, homes!
(Judge) Quiet!
Remove him from the courtroom.
One more outburst like that,
and I'll clear the courtroom.
Teresa Richter?
The young lady that you shot?
What did the defendant tell you?
He told me...
that if I didn't kill her,
they would kill my son.
You're dead, homes.
You're a dead man.
(Judge) That's it! Clear the gallery.
[bangs gavel]
(man) What are you offering?
(McCoy) Murder Two, 25 to life,
to run concurrent with his present sentence.
All you really have is a phone call.
If anyone else
was involved, now's his chance to help himself.
Much as it pains me,
he'll get protective custody.
What you think?
I'm some kind of punk bitch, like that kid we turned out?
I really don't want to be in this room with your client
any more than I have to.
What's it gonna be?
Hey, what you gonna do to me?
Hmm? Put me back inside?
That's where we run the show, homes.
Where we recruit.
(McCoy) Your client doesn't seem to care
if he rots in prison.
You ain't noticed there ain't nothing
I can't already do inside.
I can get to anybody. Inside or out.
Even you.
Locotes Doces, por vida, ese.
[chuckles]
What's this?
Transcripts of recordings
by Teresa Richter for an article she was writing.
With extensive interviews with Lola.
The mother of Beto's child.
(McCoy) At least, that's what Lola told Beto
after her son was born when he was in prison.
She lied.
(Borgia) Lola was too scared
to tell Beto that the kid wasn't his.
That she cheated on him right after he got sent up.
With you.
(Borgia) Lola panicked when she found out
she'd been talking to a journalist.
So she called you.
Beto didn't even know you wanted Teresa dead, did he?
(McCoy) But he will know.
As soon as Teresa Richter's story comes out in the news.
Good luck with your recruiting drive
after your boss finds out the kid he's been supporting
is really yours.
You didn't really think Diablo would take a deal,
did you, Jack?
I figured I'd offer him a fighting chance.
The next few months are gonna be hell.
Maybe Teresa Richter's story
will do some good for those girls.
Maybe.
Thanks for all your hard work, Alex.
My job.
See you tomorrow. Good night, Jack.
(man) Excuse me, Miss.
You tell your boss we were that close.
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