Bull (2019) - full transcript

Hey, hey, hey, flag on the play!

So you tell me
that you're broke

and I front you some product,

but now you got money
to buy from him?

You owe me money.

You owe Leon money.

And who the hell are you?

Does Leon know you're
selling bags in his territory?

This is Leon's territory.

We all work for Leon.

You can't just blow in here
and start hustling



without getting the nod
from Leon.

Now, get your money back
and give it to me.

Give the man back his drugs.

Get your money
and give it to me.

Put your hands
above your head, man.

Come on.

How old are you?

Oh...

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

It's empty.

So look, little man.

You... need to walk out of here

and never come back.

This is my
territory now.



The end of June, we are almost
halfway through the year,

and it's 87 degrees
in the city that never sleeps.

According to his ID

he's Marcus Lott.
26 years old.

Bunch of priors for
possession and distribution.

As you can see,
somebody emptied

a whole lot of ammo
into Mr. Lott,

who, by the way,
had a lot of cash

and illegal drugs
in his possession.

And who is she?

Name is Karla Angel. 24.

Cause of death appears to be
a single gunshot wound

to the abdomen.

Must have been
expecting a boy.

Neighbors say she worked at the
24-hour gym up the street.

Came down here a couple times
a night to wash towels

whenever the machines
were full at the gym.

And these drug dealers

good news is
they're killing each other.

Bad news not fast enough.

It's funny you
should say that.

Customer from last night
said that Mr. Lott was

with a kid from
the neighborhood.

His name's, uh...
Eddie Mitchell.

Doesn't have any priors,
but everyone around here

knew he sold nickel bags
and apparently carried a gun.

Hey, I remember you.

Hi, Dad.

Hey, I've been leaving messages
for you all over the place.

I know.
And I'm sorry,

I just...
I got a lot going on.

Well, yeah. I mean,
big journalism scholarship,

going to Jordan
for a semester.

Crazy-proud father
to deal with.

You want to have dinner?

Sure.
Absolutely.

Thing is, uh,
I'm about to start this case,

and I don't know which night.

Okay if I get back to you?

Sure, Dad.
I just...

I want to do it soon.

I do too.

I love you.

Mr. Palmer?

Eddie Mitchell?

Convicted in 2002

of the triple murder
of Marcus Lott,

Karla Angel, and the unborn
child of Karla Angel.

You're the lawyer
from the clinic?

You're here
'cause of the letter?
Well, yeah.

We got it.

But full disclosure

I'm not a real lawyer.

I'm a law student.

I'm working with the Hudson
University Legal Aid clinic

as part of my studies.

My professor Dr. Upton
he's a real lawyer.

And, from time to time,
he chooses to take on a case

like yours, and then
students like me get to...

assist him,
go to court with him

and participate
in the trial.

That is, if we can win you
the right to a new trial,

which... I think we can.

You okay?

You know, I've written
so many letters.

To the warden, to the D.A.,
to that public defender

who just sat there
and let me get convicted

in the first place.

You said you think a witness
lied during the trial?

Yeah.
Now...

that was 17 years ago.
You're just realizing that now?

Well, there-there was this lady.
She was a prostitute.

And she'd be out on the street
all hours of the night.

Said she was looking
through the window

of the laundromat
and saw me shoot those people.

But I didn't shoot anybody.

So she had to be lying, right?

Yeah, uh, okay.

But again, how is this different

than 17 years ago?

Well, about three months ago,
I was out in the yard here,

and I'm talking
to this guy, Terrence.

And we're talking
about our cases,

and Terrence tells me
there's a prostitute

testified against him.

Said she saw him knife a dude.

But she couldn't have,
because he didn't do it.

And-and I asked him
what her name was,

and he said Heather Bent.

Same name as my prostitute.

Okay.
Well, look, I can understand

how that kind of coincidence
would make you suspicious,

but... that's not proof
that she was lying.

Yeah, well...

what if I told you
it was the exact same cop?

The exact same cop,

and the exact same witness.

Two different murders.
You tell me

what are the chances?

I'm telling you,
the walls shake.

I don't want to have
this conversation, Bull.

It's my sister
we're talking about.

It's like a
freight train, Benny.

Night falls,
we slip into bed,

she sleeps and I
hold on for dear life.

I looked it up.
Pregnant women snore.

That's just what they do.

But I need to sleep.

Don't look at me.
I don't know what to tell you.

Dr. Bull.
Any way I could get,

uh, five minutes?

Hmm, I'm jealous.
Sounds fascinating.

I can't lie.

So far, it has been
pretty damn thrilling.

I mean, we won our motion.

We won our client
the right to a new trial.

Anyway,
my professor

asked me to second chair
for him.

And I'm thinking
it's a commitment

of two, three weeks.

Of course,
you know these things.

Could be over in a day.

Anyway, I'd really
like to do it.

Hey.

Bull said you got
a live one.

He told you about it, huh?
Ha, ha, he sure did.

How'd you get the judge
to order a new trial?

Actually, the client
did all the heavy lifting.

He realized that
he and another inmate

were convicted based on
eyewitness testimony

from the same witness.

And then, once I did
a little digging,

the same woman testified

in five different murder trials.

Oops.
Pretty damn convenient.

You gonna
get her to recant?

I would if I could,
but she died a while back.

The good news is
is that the judge agreed

that it was highly probable that
the witness perjured herself.

Especially once we realized
that she testified

in five different cases
for the same detective.

Wow.

That's some
pretty flagrant misconduct.

How'd the D.A.'s office
miss this?

Cases span seven years.
Different A.D.A.s

in each case.

I'm sure they're gonna
say that it's plausible

that they had no idea
this one witness

was making the rounds.

I hear you.

Well, it's not like
my client's case

got a lot of attention.

Drug dealer
guns down another dealer

in a Bronx laundromat?

Wait a second,
what's your client's name?

Eddie Mitchell.

Seriously?
Eddie Mitchell?

You have been snookered,
my friend.

Eddie Mitchell's
as guilty as they come.

Killed three people,
one of them not even born yet.

That guy deserves
to be in prison.

You know this case?

Yeah, I know this case.
It's my case.

No.

No, it says
right here that

Bradley Freeman
was the prosecutor

in Eddie's first trial.

I was second chair.

My name might not be
on that file, but I was there.

It was my first murder trial.

See, here's what you're
not getting, Chunk.

It wasn't just
the eyewitness testimony

that put Eddie away.

There's lots of evidence
against him.

Fiber from Eddie's clothing

underneath one of
the victim's fingernails.

A fight with one of the victims
earlier that evening,

witnessed by a whole
different group of people.

That young punk
moved a lot of product

through his neighborhood.

Well, be that as it may,

without the eyewitness
testimony,

I think the case against Eddie
is purely circumstantial,

and I think we can win.

And more importantly,
I believe Eddie's innocent.

Well, it's good
to believe in things.

Five cases.

Same witness,
same detective.

Heard you the first time.

My God. Benjamin Colón.

I don't think
you've aged a day.

Valerie.

Been a long time. Ah.

Fancy suit, fancy haircut.

You've come up
in the world, Benny.

Please.

So, what brings you
out to a cop bar

at 2:00 in the morning?

Ooh, uh...

couldn't sleep.

I had a question,
need an answer.

Eddie Mitchell?

The D.A.'s rattling
your cage too?

How 'bout we worry about
the crimes from this decade?

A-Actually, I heard about it
a different way, but, uh,

I just...

I just need to ask you.

I need you to tell me.

That was a righteous
conviction,

wasn't it, Valerie?

What are you talking about?

Of course it was.
Absolutely.

And-and tell me
about this woman.

This sex worker.

She testified for you, what

five times
in five different cases?

She was a source, Benny.

She was a streetwalker.

You walk the streets,
you see things.

I know, I know.
Um...

But you wouldn't...

you wouldn't
encourage her to lie,

would you?

Help to make the case
go down easy?

What are you doing?

Are you wearing a wire
for the D.A. now?

What?
Do you not remember?

This 16-year-old kid

was selling drugs
and carrying a gun.

It was always
pretty open-and-shut.

A-Are you worried that someone's
gonna drag you into this?

You were second chair.

You were invisible,
my friend.

No one even knows
you were there.

Don't worry.

I'll take the heat for this,
which I am fine with.

'Cause I know that
conviction is just,

no matter how I got it,

'cause I know what
that little punk did.

Wait a second.
Uh...

Now it you sounds like
you're contradicting yourself.

I am not contradicting anything.

I'm telling you I know
what that little bastard did.

But how?

'Cause your source told you
or you told your source?

Here's the thing.

My source is dead.

So, no matter what

this little crybaby
says in court,

it is what I say it is.

Oh, Valerie.

Sorry.
Haven't had my coffee yet.

So, tell me what's going on.

You ever notice that
there are babies everywhere?

Kids, kids, kids, kids.

My boss is having one.

And another...
fellow I work with

he's got an older one.

Well, you know, it's, uh...

it's definitely
going around. Um,

what does this have
to do with you, Marissa?

I lied to my husband.

We were all set to try.

IVF. Artificial insemination.

Both got tested.

And I was terrified.

Convinced I was barren.

Does anybody
say that word anymore?

Barren?
It's a horrible word.

And anyway, it turned out

that he was the one

that was...

barren.

Mm-hmm.

How did
he take it?

I never told him.

I lied.

Told him I changed my mind
about the whole thing.

Well, it's, um...

It's kind of
a sweet lie.

I know, right?

Except...

Of course...

he doesn't know I lied.

I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm confused.

Why are you upset
and-and

'Cause he's acting
like he hates me.

Hates you? Wh-Why
would he hate you?

For changing my mind, I guess.

He barely speaks to me,
doesn't touch me.

I may have misspoken last night.

Maybe I can
testify for you.

Testify to what?
You weren't there.

Well, I can't
just let it stand.

The victims were shot
with a Glock 19.

And we know that Eddie
had an empty Glock on him

when he went toe-to-toe
with Marcus

earlier that night.

That's funny.

I don't remember seeing that
weapon on the evidence list.

Ah. I remember now.

He threw it in the river.

My client threw his
gun in the river?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Cops saw him do it.

They were chasing him
at the time.

Three days after the murder.

I don't get it.

Why would he wait three days
to get rid of the murder weapon?

And why would he do it
where the police could see him?

Because, as I recall,

he didn't even know
it was a murder weapon.

He was 16 years old
and he was

worrying about getting busted

for carrying
an unlicensed firearm.

I...

The public defender
actually put him on the stand.

You almost never put the accused

on the stand in a murder case.

Man, they sold him out.

We all sold him out.

Anyway.

I will get out of your hair
and let you do your work.

Hey, uh...

That professor of yours
he any good?

Why do you ask?

That would be a no.

A no?

You guys are crazy.

No, not us guys.

This was all his idea.

17 years, Bull.

Think of everything you've
done the last 17 years.

Think-think of everything
that's happened to you

between the ages
of 16 and 33.

No. I don't want
to think about that.

It is a lifetime, Bull.

And I helped steal it
from this young man.

I want to represent him.

I need to represent him.

I need to right this wrong.

What are you talking about?

I'm not even sure
it's your wrong to right.

In fact, I'm pretty damn sure
this isn't even your case.

Well, Chunk's gonna
speak to his professor.
I am?

Help me, Chunk.
Tell me your professor

will never go along with this.

Oh, he'll definitely go for it.

The clinic has more cases
than it can handle.

It's me I'm worried about.

I don't want
to give up second chair.

You don't have to
give up second chair.

Like I said, I'm Team Benny.
Always was,

always will be.

Look, Bull, let's just
go meet with the guy.

Let's look him in the eye.

See how we feel about him,
see how he feels about us.

I don't understand.

I thought you and your professor
were gonna represent me.

Absolutely.
If you want the legal aid clinic

to represent you,
that is your right,

and we stand ready to do it.

But I wouldn't be asking you
to consider Mr. Colón

if I didn't think
he was the absolute best shot

you have of getting out of here.

And I'll still be on your team.

I'll be with you
every step of the way.

I know you said you were there.

I know you said
you feel badly.

Truth is...

I don't even remember you.

Maybe that's a good thing.

Doesn't change the fact
that I regret what I did.

Doesn't change the fact
that I want to make it right.

You say he the best?

He is.

Well, then...

let's do this thing.

Uh, I know it's kind of late
to bring this up,

but switching sides
it just occurred to me

I don't think I've ever heard
of it being done before.

Ever.

So, I'm gonna go outside
and call my office

and see if we can't arrange

an appointment with the judge
this afternoon.

What for?

Because if we really want
to do this,

we're gonna need to go to court
and ask permission.

Somebody tell me why we're here.

Well, as you are
aware, Your Honor,

Eddie Mitchell has won
the right to a new trial

on the murder charges
brought against him in 2002.

And while that right to a new
trial was won by the attorneys

at the Hudson University
Legal Aid Clinic,

at this time,
Mr. Mitchell is requesting

that I assume the role
of his principal counsel.

We are simply seeking
the court's permission

to make that change.

And is there some reason why we
shouldn't approve such a change?

Mr. Colón is failing to mention
that in the original trial

some 17 years ago, he was
part of the prosecution team

that actually put
Mr. Mitchell away.

Fascinating omission, Mr. Colón.

I was getting
to it, Your Honor.

You want to switch sides?

Never heard of such a thing.

We might be making a little
history here today, folks.

And does the current
prosecutorial team

have any reason to object?

Let's start with
Rule 1.7 and 1.11

of the American Bar Association
Rules of Professional Conduct,

which expressly prohibit
this kind of thing.

I am aware of that,
Your Honor.

But I-I'd like to call the
A.D.A. and the court's attention

to Rule 3.8,

which implores a prosecutor,

if he or she is made aware
of a faulty conviction,

to do everything in their power
to rectify it.

And since the current occupants
of the D.A.'s office

have not seen fit

to answer Mr. Mitchell's
letters,

that duty falls to me.

Now, I believe
a great injustice has occurred.

Now, I can't give this man
back the years he lost,

but I can do
everything in my power

to see to it
that he does not spend

a day longer than necessary
in prison.

I share your sense of outrage

over what appears to be
a likely act of perjury.

If not in regard to this case,
then certainly

in one of the five others

the eyewitness
in question testified.

I'm going to allow Mr. Colón

to switch sides,
though I'm not certain

I'm doing either him
or his client a favor.

Let me be clear.

Since the eyewitness in question

is no longer alive
and cannot testify

as to her truthfulness
or lack thereof,

mention of her or her testimony

is strictly forbidden.

Is that understood?

Yes, Your Honor.
Understood, Your Honor.

You still you want the job?

Yes, Your Honor.

Well, since this case
has been tried before,

I decided to track down
as many of the jurors

from the first trial as I could
find to try and ask them

why they found Eddie guilty.

And it seemed to them he had a
motive for killing Marcus Lott.

Lott was the competition.

I was reading the transcript,

and that original prosecutor
made Eddie

sound like a hardened criminal.

And his public defender
did nothing to counter that.

I mean, he was 16,

selling nickel bags.

Maybe making a couple
hundred a night.

Not that that's not a crime,
it's just...

hard to believe he killed
another man over that.

Most of the jurors I polled said
the main reason it was so easy

for them to believe
that Eddie was the killer

was because the defense
presented no other suspects.

Bull thinks
that our best strategy

is to find someone anyone

to present
as an alternative suspect.

What about that guy
Eddie worked for?

What was his name?

Leon.
According to what I read,

he was in Miami with his family
when the shooting occurred.

Rock-solid alibi.

Yeah. Still.

The victim was
a drug dealer, too.

And he was the real deal,

with the rap sheet
to prove it.

There must have been
someone besides Eddie

who had a beef with him.

Let me see what I can dig up
through my old vice contacts.

So you wanted
to buy some drugs,

but you knew if the defendant
saw you had money,

he wouldn't sell you anything.

He would just take the money

to cover the loans
he had already made you.

Yes, sir.
So then what happened?

So then I heard
there was a new guy around,

working out of the laundromat,
so I went over.

And was he willing
to sell you drugs?

Sure.

And this was sometime
around 1:00 in the morning?

Yes, sir.

And while you were buying drugs
from this new dealer,

did anything of note happen?

Yeah.
Eddie came in.

He was mad that this new guy
was selling on his turf,

and he was mad
that I actually had money

and was buying from someone else
instead of paying him back.

And did the two men argue?
Yeah.

I mean, no one hit anyone,
but it was tense.

And then Marcus
pulled his gun on Eddie.

Put it in his face.
Took his drugs and his cash.

Now, did Eddie have a gun?

He had one with him,
but, I mean, he didn't show it.

Marcus found it.
And it was empty.

And did you see
what type of gun it was?

Yeah.

It was a Glock.

Are you aware that Marcus Lott

and Karla Angel
were shot with a Glock 19?

Yeah.
I heard that.

Thank you,
Mr. Grant.

I have no further questions
for this witness, Your Honor.

Your witness, Mr. Colón.

Thank you, Your Honor.
Mr. Grant,

uh, 17 years ago,

how would you have described
the neighborhood

where that laundromat
was located?

Well, I mean,

it was pretty sketchy back then.
And the night

that Marcus Lott died,
you said he was selling drugs.

Is that correct?

Yes. He was.

And when you bought drugs
from Marcus Lott,

didn't you mention
you paid in cash?

I did.

So Marcus Lott
was hanging around

in this dangerous neighborhood
with drugs and cash.

I-Isn't it possible

that maybe he was shot by

a mugger or another addict

someone who might
have been interested

in his drugs or cash?

Objection Your Honor.
Calls for speculation.

Sustained. The jury
will disregard the question.

My apologies,
Your Honor.

I will move on.

They never disregard
a question.

Want to grab a bite before
we head back to the office?

By all means.

Uh... you know what, guys,

give me a minute. I'll meet
you guys back at the car.

Mr. and Mrs. Garcia.

Why are you making us
relive this?

Uh... Mr. and Mrs. Garcia,
believe me,

I-I would never ask you
to go through this unless...

Unless what?

17 years ago you said
that man killed my sister.

My unborn nephew.

Now you're saying
that he didn't?

You're absolutely right.

I should have reached out to
you, I should have explained

what I had discovered and what
I planned to do about it.

I apologize.

I'm deeply, deeply sorry.

But if you two
have a moment right now,

I'd be happy
to walk you through...

Walk us through what?
Your imaginary mugger theory?

Your "anybody but Eddie"
defense?

You should be ashamed
of yourself.

Hey, Benny,
it's almost 2:00 in the morning.

We should call it a night.

You ever look at this photo and
wonder what was going on here?

4:00 in the morning, this
girl's about to have a baby.

Look at this baby blanket,
all these baby clothes.

You think someone at work

gave her their old baby stuff?

She was thinking,

"Today is one of the
best days of my life.

Today is really something."

A couple of minutes later,
she was dead.

Baby was dead.

What the hell is wrong
with people?

I don't know, man, but...
it's getting late, Benny.

We got to be in court
at 9:00 a.m.

If Eddie didn't do this thing,

then why can't we figure
out how to prove it?

Someone else did it.
Why can't we see it?

Okay.

Call us a car.

Our side doing any better today?

No. But the good news is
we couldn't do much worse.

You know what I don't miss
about being a cop?

Did you just feel
the subject change?

I did.
I don't know, Danny.

What don't you miss
about being a cop?

The uniform?
No. I looked good
in that uniform.

I'll tell you what I don't miss.
Cop bars.

I don't miss cop bars.

They're just so full of...

cops.

And what's wrong with cops?

I need to know this.
I'm single.

Well, they all want
to buy you drinks.

That sounds fantastic.

Oh, they all want to know
where you live.

And why is that?

So they can go there with you.

Clearly, we're just
gonna have to agree

to disagree on this one.
Can you get me in?

Why were you at a cop bar?

Working my old contacts.

I found out that Eddie
wasn't the only drug dealer

that Marcus Lott
ticked off back then.

A friend of Marcus'
told Detective Cobb

that Marcus had an issue with
a dealer named George Moran.

Apparently George here
was telling

anyone who would listen
Marcus stole his stash

and that he was gonna
"put the hurt on him."

Oh... Bull is gonna
be beside himself.

This is exactly
what he was hoping for.

Well, maybe not exactly.

What do you mean?

Well, George Moran
died ten years ago.

A car hit him
while he was crossing

Yellowstone Boulevard in Queens.

The car was never found,
the driver was never caught.

You can draw your own
conclusions.

The point is Benny
can't put him on the stand

and he can't
paint him as someone

with a motive
to kill Marcus Lott.

At least, not with the evidence
that we have.

Six foot, three.

That's a lot of guy.

It sure is.
Danny, how tall is Eddie?

Five, eight.
Five, nine, tops.

Why?

We thought it was
the three of you.

We've got something
we want to show you.

So, Marissa
had this great idea

that maybe we could
use Eddie's height

to prove that he couldn't
have been the killer.

So I did a 3-D model
of the crime scene.

Now, based on the trajectory
of the shots

and the angle
of the bullet wounds,

the computer seems to feel
that our shooter was most likely

between five, eight
and five, ten.

What am I missing?
That sounds like Eddie.

Great, so I'm gonna be
in a coma on my couch.

Oh, oh, not so fast.

But then we took another look
at the blood splatter reports

and Taylor put them
into the computer model

and we realized
something didn't make sense.

What didn't make sense?

Well, there was blood
all over Karla's back.

Yeah? So?
So, at Danny's suggestion,

Taylor added in motion
so we could work backward

and make sense
of the blood splatter.

That's obviously supposed
to be Karla Angel.

And as you can see,

Karla was shot at very close
range, in the stomach.

I don't get it. Why'd you
have the guy shot her first?

Shh. It's...

All right.

Let's say this is Marcus Lott.

And let's assume that he came
out of this doorway here,

which is the bathroom, and that
he was surprised by the shooter.

Now, here's what
we figured out.

Based on where Marcus's
body was found, but also...

based on the blood splatter
found on Karla's back...

Yeah?

Karla would have had
to have been down

before Marcus got shot.

Ah.

Because how else would
the blood have gotten there?

So you think Karla Angel
was shot first?

It's the only thing
that makes sense.

Think about it.

None of Karla's blood
was on Marcus,

which is why we can assume that
he was still in the bathroom

when she got shot.

So Karla wasn't just collateral
damage like everyone assumed?

You're suggesting
she was the primary target?

Well, that sure as hell
shoots the prosecutor's theory

about Eddie out of the water.

Uh, Eddie didn't have a
motive for killing Karla.

He didn't even know Karla.

Great. So now all we have
to do is find someone

between five, eight
and five, ten

who wanted to kill
Karla Angel.

Preferably
before tomorrow.

Good morning,
Mr. Garcia.

I apologize for knocking
on your door so early.

There's been a development
in the case, and I was hoping

that I could speak
to your wife about it.

What are you talking about?
What kind of development?

Well,

we've uncovered some evidence

indicating that
your wife's sister

might actually
have been the target

the night of the killings.

I know.

Seems kind of...

out of the blue.

No, it seems kind of crazy.

That makes no sense.

Everybody loved Karla.
Who would want to kill Karla?

You'll say anything to get
that killer out of jail.

No, Mr. Garcia...

Get away from my door.

Come on, Eddie.
That laundromat was your turf.

You had to be there
pretty much every night.

We know Karla was there

at least three nights a week
washing towels.

And she didn't talk to anybody,
nobody talked to her?

Well, she was on her cell phone
most of the time.

I mean, I remember
because at first I thought

maybe she was
calling the cops on me.

But then I realized
she was smiling, giggling.

Saying "I love you,"
talking about "our baby this,"

"our baby that."

Talking to her boyfriend,
I guess.

Boyfriend? No.

I went through all the
witness statements last night.

Her sister said Karla
didn't have a boyfriend.

Said that the baby was the
result of a one-night stand.

You said you were

reviewing the case files
last night.

You didn't happen to see

Karla's phone records
in there, did you?

Mr. Garcia,
can you please

tell the jury the exact nature
of your relationship

with the victim, Karla Angel?

Sure.

She was my wife's sister.

My sister-in-law.

Anything else?

What do you mean?

I don't know.
I mean, other than that?

Did you two ever do
anything special together?

Maybe just by yourselves?

Without your wife?

Play cards?
Go to the movies?

Make love?

Order, please.

Don't make me
clear the courtroom.

Mr. Garcia...

would you please look at these

and tell me if you recognize

any of the highlighted numbers.

This is the phone number
for my house.

Karla was always
calling my wife.

They were sisters.
They were very close.

Thank you, Mr. Garcia,
but, eh, look again.

As you can see, a great number
of these calls

were made after 9:00 PM.

And isn't it true that your wife
worked the night shift?

As a nurse?

Yes.

So explain this to me.

If your wife was at work,

who was Karla talking to?

At your house?
Every night? For...

hmm...

46 minutes...

an hour and 12 minutes...

over two hours?

Me.

Karla was talking to me.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Mr. Garcia.

You didn't want
to hurt your wife,

and we understand that.

But could that be the reason

why you killed her sister?

Your sister-in-law?

Because you didn't
want Mrs. Garcia

to know that she was
carrying your child?

Mr. Colón,

you are way out of bounds.

Fair warning

next time I'm citing you
for contempt.

I apologize, Your Honor.

Let me wrap this up.

Isn't it true, Mr. Garcia,

that you purchased a Glock 19

the same type of gun used

to kill Karla Angel
and Marcus Lott

a year prior to the murders?

I bought it for my wife.
She worked nights.

It was a bad neighborhood.

I wanted her to be able
to protect herself.

But as God is my witness,
I didn't kill Karla.

I couldn't kill Karla.

I loved Karla.

One last question.

Can you actually account
for your whereabouts

on the night in question?

I was in a motel in Maryland.

How did we not know that?

I'd driven my son to the
Naval Academy the day before.

My wife called me that morning,
right after

the police called her.

Karla...

and the baby were dead.

I wasn't there for Karla.

I wasn't there for my wife.

I wasn't there for anyone.

How do we not know that?

Mm.

Okay...

walk me
through this again.

Based on what I saw,

Isaac seemed pretty convinced
his wife knew nothing

about his affair.
But...

his wife's reaction

there was no shock.

No surprise.

Just fear and anger.

You think she would
really do that?

Kill her own sister
over a man?

We need to put Maria
on the stand.

Yeah, I get it.

I just wish we had something.

Anything to actually
tie her to the crime scene.

Hey, what if we're wrong

about these clothes?

What are you talking about?

Uh, the gifts.
The baby clothes.

What if she didn't get them
from people at work?

I don't know.

What difference does that make?

Might make all the difference.

This is your son's
baby blanket, isn't it?

Yeah? Is that your,
uh, son's initials?

WMG William Michael Garcia?

Right there
in the corner, right?

Yes.

That looks like
my son's blanket.

Now take a look at this photo.

See all the baby clothes
on the floor?

Gift bag there on the side?

You give these
to your sister too?

Maybe. I...

I don't know why.

It was 17 years ago.

Well... you mean
you don't remember?

I mean,
it was 4:00 in the morning,

for goodness' sake.

How often do you
go to the laundromat

at 4:00 in the morning?

Mrs. Garcia, you see where
I'm going with this, right?

Your marriage is falling apart.
Your son was leaving home.

You just got off of work.
You didn't want to be alone

in an empty house,
so you wanted to talk

to the person you trusted most
in the world.

You wanted to talk
to your sister.

Isn't that right?

I guess.
So,

you put this bag together
of baby things,

and she told you to meet her
in the laundromat.

Again, it was 17 years ago.

But when you gave Karla
that blanket

that blanket,
your baby's blanket

she must've felt
incredibly guilty.

I mean, after all,

she was carrying
your husband's child.

Objection. Is the attorney
gonna ask a question?

Ask a question, Mr. Colón.

She told you about the affair,
didn't she?

She told me she loved him.

She said she loved Isaac.

And then she told you
she was carrying Isaac's baby,

didn't she?

I mean, your baby
was leaving home,

and she was coming
to take your husband, too.

So you pulled out your gun
and you killed your sister.

Didn't you?

And you let that innocent man
go to prison

for 17 years.

Congratulations, Eddie.

Very happy for you.

Uh, thank you.

All of you.

Wish I could somehow

give you back those 17 years.

Uh, it's okay.

You gave me back the next 40.

Least I could do.

Well, so now
that you're a free man,

what's the first thing
you're gonna do?

Uh, truthfully?

I think I just
want to walk around.

Just walk around

and not have somebody tell me
it's time to get up,

time for lights out,
time to eat,

time to shower, just...

...walk around.

As long as I want.

Well, when you are done
doing that,

I know the city
gave you a check for $3,700

the money you made
when you were behind bars

but... I hope you will
come and see us,

so we can refer you
to an attorney

who will help you sue
for wrongful imprisonment.

And I would love
to put you in touch

with some folks who might...

help you get reacquainted
with the world.

Maybe help you find some work.

You know, actually,

right now...

I really just want to walk.

But thank you.

As you wish.

You guys mind if I...

I've been trying to set up
a dinner with my daughter for...

This is the first free night
I have in a long time, and...

I would...

Go, go, go.

Okay.
Thanks, Benny.

Ah, Benny.

Thanks for letting
me do this.

Oh, come on.

Benny!

From me to you.

Okay, I give up.

You see,

you put 'em in your ears
whenever Izzy snores.

Just don't tell her
I gave them to you.

Thank you, Uncle Benny.

Don't ever say I never
gave you anything.

You never
gave me anything.

Ah, you're
so predictable.

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