Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 3, Episode 6 - Stray - full transcript

[Man Narrating] In New
York City's war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders are pursued
by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

It's all good. The
joint's goin' down.

[Mutters]

It's gonna be blazin'.

Feels right. Weight's
good. [Coughing]

I don't know about this. Just do
like I said, and everything will be cool.

[Coughing]

- Yo, who's he?
- He's my cousin.

He's frontin' me the jack.



We got ours. What you got?

[Coughing]

All right.

[Coughing Continues]

We takin' a tour of
Staten Island or what?

- You eatin' all my gas.
- Just a little more ways out.

Yo, who's that?

[Coughing Continues]

You got somebody on us?
What are you talkin' about?

You need to chill out.

I just don't like cars
riding on my ass.

There. They're gone.

Okay, up there. That rest stop.

We lost 'em. Damn! They
couldn't have got that far away.



Now, hold up. Hold up. I
saw a car in that rest stop.

- You see anything?
- No.

Oh, God.

10 13! 10 13! Officers down!

Mile eight of Richmond Road. I
repeat, we've got officers down!

My detectives, Gilman...
He was driving... and Lewis,

they were undercover, doing
a gun buy from the two punks.

Where were their backups?
They had to back off.

They thought they
were being made.

By the time they caught
up, this is what they found.

[Bishop] But they had on a wire. They
could hear what was going on in the car.

[Man] The wire cut
out. The equipment...

The reception's for crap out
here. We're sorry about your guys.

- How much was the buy money?
- Thirty-five hundred in marked bills.

For five plastic guns.

Yeah. We got set up.

They had one or more accomplices
waiting here to ambush us.

They took the dough and scrammed,
probably through those woods.

- We're checking the bridges and ferries.
- We'll need to talk to the backups.

They're pretty shook-up.
Well, we'll make it quick.

Paint job, the
attention to detail.

Got a real weight to it.

These are L.E.D. light bolts.

They use 'em on custom cars to jazz
up license plates, engine compartments.

Detective... Price?

Yes. Williams.

I'm Robert Goren.
This is Detective Bishop.

We're sorry about your partners.
We just have a couple of questions...

We heard that they
had a family, kids?

Yeah. Gilman had a boy,
and Lewis had two girls.

Okay. We'll keep that in mind.

How'd you hook
up with the punks?

Gilman put the word out he
was in the market for firepower.

Those two punks come up
to him, sold him a .38 S&W.

[Williams] They said they
had five more pieces to sell.

[Price] They wanted six grand. Gilman
said he needed a day to get the money up.

The punks said, "No, the
deal has to go down right now."

So they came back
with 3,500, bottom price.

We jumped on it. We didn't
even know who these guys were.

All we had were
their street names.

Looks like Lewis was shot first.

He and Gilman were turned towards
the backseat, negotiating the deal.

Single bullet, point blank
to the back of the head.

[Bishop] The shot came from outside.
Could I get a close-up of, uh, his hands?

- Why? What do you see?
- I don't know.

Just some interesting ulcerations
on his knuckles and finger webs.

- He carries a backup piece?
- Yeah, a .22 caliber.

Well, someone kept a
souvenir. [Officer] Over here.

We have a single set of
tracks leading into the woods.

There's another road about
a half mile through there.

Oh, toe, knee prints.

This is where he was waiting.

There's no pacing,

no cigarette butts.

He was concentrated on this.

He drew it with his
finger over and over again.

[Detective] They found a witness
who was on a secondary road last night.

Said he saw a male black come
out of the woods with a bicycle.

Now we know how
he made his getaway.

Well, can we go?

There was no moon last night.

No light. Underbrush.

Even with a flashlight, how did this
guy find his way back to the other road?

After you, Detective.

We got a pop on the prints of one
of the dead perps, Darren Exree.

Lived with his uncle. Uncle
doesn't know anything about it.

We're still trying to
chase down Darren's

friends, but no one's
admitting to knowing him.

Nobody wants to get
too close to a cop killing.

Ballistics confirmed
the same gun killed

Detective Lewis and
the kid sitting behind him.

A nine mil. Latent checked
the casings. No prints.

Thanks. Do you mind
leaving it on my desk?

She doesn't wanna
get left in his dust.

I like her hustle. You're
supposed to be on leave.

With two dead cops?

[Goren] This is the rest stop.

This is where the suspect was seen
coming out of the woods with his bicycle.

According to the tracks that
he left, he got from here to there.

But there was no
marked trail, no path.

But he found his way
through the woods,

underbrush, gullies,
all in the dark.

Just the stars to guide him.

He, uh, drew it in the ground
while waiting for the ambush.

It's a... a memory guide,
uh, to orient himself in, uh...

In-in three dimensions.

It's interesting
how his mind works.

We'll give him a merit
badge when we find him.

Anything on surveillance
tape? It was mostly inaudible.

- The sound kept dropping off.
- There was one thing.

[Man] Yo. Who's that? [Coughs]
You got somebody on us?

[Lewis] What are you talking
about? You need to chill out.

[Man Coughing]

I just don't like cars
riding on my ass.

[Clicks Off] The cough.

The dead perp we
haven't identified.

This might explain the cough.
It's the labs on his hands.

"Hexamethylene
diisocyanates, acetate,

chromium traces
throughout the body,

with higher concentrations
in the lungs."

These are chemicals
found in auto paint.

The ulceration on his
hands are chrome holes.

Then the kid worked
in a custom auto shop.

How many of those can
there be in Staten Island?

I told you I'd get you out.

Took you long enough, baby.
They were about to send me upstate.

I got something for you.

Check this. This
you'll like even better.

No, no. Not here, all right?

I gotta show you how to
use it, then we're ready.

You always think
of everything, baby.

Well, just you. I
just think of you.

Yeah. That's Levon.
Levon Marcus.

He started working
for me last December.

I didn't see this coming at all. How
about his friends? Do you know this guy?

- No.
- We'll need a home address.

[Man] He moved last month. I
was supposed to redo his paperwork.

We got busy, and... and
I never got around to it.

Then we'll take the old address.

I think I threw it away.

You know, when Levon used your paint
booth, he... he always wore this gear?

Oh, all my people do. I
don't like paying fines.

Because he had a really bad
cough. I'm sure you noticed it.

I mean, the autopsy found...
What was it that was in his lungs?

Diisocyanates, acetate and
chromium in high concentrations.

And he was only
here for six months.

He was always wearing his gear.

So how'd he get so messed up?

I mean, it was like he was
breathing fumes day and night.

- I don't know. I'm no doctor.
- What's that up there?

A sleeping bag?

He said he needed the extra
money, and I needed a security guard.

If Levon slept here,
who slept there?

[Man] I don't know. I told Levon
he couldn't have anybody up here.

This must be where
they doctored up the guns.

- Levon good with his hands?
- No, he's got 10 thumbs.

So the houseguest did the guns.

[Goren] He used this to
shape a piece of metal.

Make a tool. Put
a lot of work into it.

- He didn't use it in the ambush.
- Maybe the killings were the first step.

He's got something
else in the works.

There were prints from a dozen individuals
in the attic, none of which popped,

and no usable prints on
the spray can or the tape.

That's not good enough. This cop
killer did not just fall from the sky.

Somebody knows him.
What do you got for me?

I'm not sure. The
lab made it up...

using the form that was
nailed to the attic floor.

Our missing man, he
made one just like it.

Don't spend all day on it.

I'm pretty sure
that this is a handle.

The rest of it...
A burglary tool.

Some kind of Slim
Jim for a car door.

Or maybe like this.

Slide up a window
frame. Pop open a latch.

But you'd have to snake that end
between the window and the frame...

before you could slide it up.

It'd never go in.

You're right.

The window would
have to be open...

for this to be set into place.

A man rigging it on the inside for
someone on the outside to use later.

You'd need two people.

But if the killer had an accomplice,
why not use him on the ambush?

Maybe he wasn't available.

The punks insisted on bottom
price. Thirty-five hundred bucks.

You know, I have an idea where
we can find those marked bills.

I'm not surprised you found
marked bills coming out of our office,

with all the bail and fines we
collect from drug cases. [Beeps]

Happy hunting.

[Bishop Clears Throat]

If I'm not scrolling fast enough, be
my guest. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

No, really, I don't mind. Eames
likes to drive, so she drives.

You wanna scroll, scroll.

Thank you, no.

Here's one. A $3,500
fine for shoplifting...

from a pharmacy in Queens.

"Tamara Bates, 19.
Spent four days in Rikers."

The fine was paid the
day after the killings.

The gun from the ankle
holster, it was a .22.

A lady's gun. Nice
coming-home present.

Home being her
grandmother's in Brooklyn.

I didn't even know
Tamara was arrested.

- I haven't seen her since Sunday.
- You weren't worried?

I work nights
over at St. Mary's.

She's always gone
by the time I get home.

Do you know Tamara's boyfriend?

Who says she has a
boyfriend? Uh, this does.

If Tamara's in trouble,
you tell me now.

It's possible she's gotten involved
with a very dangerous man.

It's important we find
her before she gets hurt.

This always happens to
her. These men she picks...

What about them? They beat her.

She keeps going back,
just like her mother.

Fingertip moistener.

She bought it last week. Do you
have any idea why she uses this?

She counts money at a
check cashing store on Myrtle.

She tries to be good.

She gives me $50 a
week for rent and groceries.

I fired her three months ago.
She kept running up my phone bill,

calling an old boyfriend
in Pennsylvania.

What about a current
boyfriend? What am I, Page Six?

We'll take the Pennsylvania
number. I'll check my records.

So she's still paying her rent.

She's still using fingertip moistener.
She's still counting money for a living,

but not anyplace that she
wants her grandmother to know.

A bookie.

Or worse.

[Money Counter Clicking]

[Knocking On Door]
[Locks Clicking]

You're late. A fire
on the subway.

[Man] Where you been?
I paged you all week.

I was sick. In my stomach.

What? You want a
note from the clinic?

I have to use the washroom.

[Toilet Flushing]

[Camera Shutter Clicking]
[Officer] This was a

bank for one of our
local drug entrepreneurs.

Typically, there's 300 or 400K.

What's your interest here?
Did you know these victims?

We might know the perps.

- Twenty-two.
- [Officer] Yeah.

It doesn't match any
of the weaponry in here.

Do you know this girl,
Tamara Bates? She's a counter.

It doesn't ring any bells. These
places go through a lot of girls.

- I can see how.
- How'd the perps get in?

Don't know, but I can
tell you how they got out.

The fire escape's
right out there.

It's a perfect fit.

So were Bonnie and Clyde.

They killed 10 people.
These two are up to nine.

It's rusted shut.

They had to jump.

These scuff marks...

Someone took a
tumble. Utica Avenue.

There's a subway
station a block over.

We'll get you photos of
the girl to show around.

One of them might be
limping, probably the girl.

These friends of yours?
It's their money got stolen.

I just wanna talk to you! Look,
we gotta have an understanding.

The people that did
this, they belong to us.

They're ours.

If you have any
questions or information,

you just call me.

A subway clerk made Tamara.

She was limping hard, getting
help from a male, black, in his 20s.

The clerk didn't see
which train they took.

We have her photos out to the bus
stations, Amtrak, airports, car rentals.

Assuming they're smart,
they'd be laying low.

They don't have a lot
of options. The boyfriend

was sneaking into the
grandmother's place to sleep.

He bunked in the car shop.
He's a stray. He's homeless.

We have a unit sitting on
her grandmother's place.

There's an ex-boyfriend
in Pennsylvania who

says he hasn't heard
from her in three months.

He didn't sound too heartbroken.

Here's another boyfriend she
might reach out to... Eugene Thomas.

Tamara, uh, filed an assault
complaint against him last year.

She dropped it the next day.

Eugene works for a
private ambulance company.

Tamara's ankle's gotta be
hurtin' pretty good by now.

They wouldn't risk a hospital.

When's the last time
you saw Tamara?

Geez, you guys.

About six months ago, at a club.

I bought her a drink. I
went on my merry way.

Oh, so the two of you
are on merry terms?

Bygones are bygones.

Your dispatcher
said that you were...

[No Audible Dialogue]

Do... Do you wanna meet
her? Because I'm sure...

she'd love to meet someone
in the medical profession.

Wh-What are you
goin' in my bag for?

Because I can. You're
low on ACE bandages.

Only one vial of solumedrol?

One of fentanyl,
one of morphine.

Isn't standard issue
two vials of each?

Who's that guy she's
with? That's Manny Oliverez.

He's an interested party.

But he keeps looking at
me. What's his problem?

Well, his problem is that he's a
drug dealer; he's short 400,000.

Tamara stole it from him.
What's that got to do with me?

Well, someone told him
that you were her friend...

and that you might
know where she is.

Where the hell did
he hear that from?

[Chuckles] You know, uh,

you can tell us
what you know now,

or y-you can
deal with him later.

Okay, look... But I cannot
lose my job over this.

Look, I was just
trying to help the bitch.

She called me. She said she
was hurt. And where was she?

At the Gateway
Inn near LaGuardia.

Look, I-I wasn't gonna
try to take any money.

I figured she could pay me
some other way. You dig?

But she pulled a gun on me, told me to take
the two grand and to keep my mouth shut.

Was she alone? Yeah.

It was just her in the room.

The girl that was in here,
was there anybody with her?

No, sir. She was alone when
she checked in last night.

We'll need a record of her
calls. We don't provide phones.

There's a pay phone
at the corner. Thank you.

We'll need the LUDS on the
pay phone. The room's all yours.

You done?

He drew another one.

He drew it over and over again.

He drew a map of Times Square?

Yeah. He's trying to remember
his way around, orient himself.

It's this area here. That's
where they're heading.

Times Square?
What's there for them?

Well, for these two,
uh, the whole world.

Look at it. It's all there.

- Right there.
- Just like you remember?

No, better. 'Cause
it's got you in it.

[Knocking On Door]

- It's pizza.
- [Chuckles]

Hi. Large Hawaiian?
Yeah. How much?

- How much does it say?
- It's right there at the bottom.

- You saying somethin'?
- No, I was just...

He doesn't have his glasses.

Here. Just give
him this, sweetie.

Baby, come on. No.

That guy is nothing.

You are a man,

the man who's taken me
all the way to the penthouse.

[Chuckles]

No? Okay. Keep an eye out, huh?

The next one's the Doric on
47th. You wanna take the car?

No. Why? It's only a couple
blocks. Well, your feet hurt.

I noticed that you're curling your
toes in your shoes. [Phone Ringing]

Goren.

We'll be right there. Pancake
house, three blocks down.

What's she doing? There.

All right. Move in
now. Pick her up.

[Horns Honking]

[Honking Continues]

[Tires Screeching]

You back off!

Help me, please!

They're trying to kill me!
Thank God you're here.

They were gonna
kill me for sure.

Thank you. Thank you!

I wasn't even there!

After that shoplifting thing,

Miss Hurst told me they'd incarcerate
me forever if I got in trouble again.

So you were supposed to count
money, but you didn't show up.

What I'm saying. And then
all these people got killed.

And I hear Manny's looking
for me, and I got scared.

I'm a good girl. I swear.

- I just got caught in a bad situation.
- Looks like your ankle got caught too.

I tripped on the
stoop outside my...

That's a great-looking
bandage. Did you do that?

My old boyfriend, Eugene, works on
an ambulance, and he fixed it for me.

He took me to a motel, he said,

'cause he didn't want nobody
see him do work on the side.

He told us you paid him $2,000
and threatened him with a gun.

Okay, if Eugene Thomas is
your only witness, you're in trouble.

We also have a subway attendant
who saw her limp through his turnstile...

the night of the murders,
with a male accomplice.

That wasn't me! I don't
have no male accomplice!

I don't have nobody.
[Lawyer] We're finished here.

Tamara has suffered years of
emotional and physical abuse.

- She's in no condition to be...
- Is that what's going on, Tamara?

You're being abused by this
guy, and you're afraid to talk?

I'm always hookin' up with
guys who end up beatin' on me.

But I don't got nobody now.

[Lawyer] There you have it.

[Knocking On Door]

Don't get your hopes up.

They found the hotel room.
Nothing left but the party favors.

[Man] I don't remember her. He
prepaid the room for three nights.

Jerome Davis. I. D. from
Club 79 in Long Island City.

You generally accept
work I.D.'s for identification?

Well, when they don't
have a driver's license...

And if they pay cash.

Was the A.C. on or off
when you came in here?

It was off.

Some people like a warm room.

They unscrewed the fluorescent
light and moved this table lamp in here.

After a week of killings, nothing
like soft lights and a warm bath.

You know, Tamara's
shoplifting beef in... in Queens...

was for extra-strength
headache pills.

Some people get headaches from
fluorescent lights and air conditioning.

She didn't seem to mind the
lights in the interrogation room.

They weren't her pills?

Did... Did you, uh...

Did you notice anything unusual
about him when he checked in?

[Man] He asked for directions.

He asked me if I knew a martial
arts store off of Times Square...

One with a big yellow
sun on the outside.

You remember that martial
arts store, Happy Sun?

Sure. Back in the bad
old days of Times Square,

every kung fu wannabe
used to hang out there.

It was here. It was right here.

That's what he was trying to
remember... How to get there.

But that place closed,
what, 10, 12 years ago?

Eleven. That's probably how
long Davis was out of town.

That would explain why
he's not in the system.

Well, there might be one
system that he's still in.

Kids who transferred
out of the school system.

Jerome Davis. Transferred out
in 1992 to Florida with his mother.

Father is deceased.

His records show a
lot of medical absences.

Maybe because of migraines.
He repeated the third grade.

Had disciplinary problems
through grade four and five.

He grew up in Sunnyside, Queens.

It's the same neighborhood as the
pharmacy Tamara shoplifted from.

Home turf. The one place
he wouldn't need a map.

Hey, how long is it gonna
take? Okay, thank you.

I can't fill this. There
are no refills left,

and I can't get hold of
your doctor in Florida.

Just give it to me anyway. My
head's hurting. Sorry. I can't do that.

But there are some
over-the-counter medications...

[Weapons Cocking]

Jerome, welcome home.

I didn't kill no people, and
I don't know no Tamara.

You don't know the girl that gave
you 40 bucks for the pizza man?

Does your head
hurt, Jerome? Imitrex.

That's some pretty
heavy-duty stuff.

If your client is indisposed...
Nothing's wrong with me.

Okay.

Let's talk about Happy Sun.

You were asking around for it. Didn't you
use to go there a lot when you were a kid?

I went once with my pops.
That's a really cool place.

You remember the wall with the
throwing stars and the tanto knives?

You wanna know what happened
to it? 'Cause I found this article.

You... You need
your-your-your glasses?

Nothin' wrong with my
eyes. I'll check this out later.

It just says that it
closed in 1992...

That's after you went to
Florida with your mom...

And that it was
on 40th, off of 7th.

You know what? Let
me show you on a map.

It was right about here...

on this map that you drew.

[Lawyer] Don't respond to
that. You like to draw maps.

'Cause you leave
them all over the place.

Like this one.

About 20 feet from where
these cops were killed.

- I got nothin' to say to you.
- Jerome, you're facing the death penalty.

But if you say you didn't
know that they were cops...

[Lawyer] Detective, he said he's
through. I want time with my client.

Without the murder weapons or the money,
the worst he's facing is a gun charge.

And I can't promise I can make anything
at all stick against his lady friend.

That might not be so
bad. We cut her loose,

she might lead us to where
he stashed the money.

If she knows where. We can
give him an opportunity to tell her.

What do you think about
this plan, Detective?

It-It might be worth a shot.

Davis's rap sheet in Florida doesn't
include any violence toward women.

Not even one complaint. Hmm.

Abuse might not be what's
binding Tamara to Davis.

Then what is?
Love? Maybe for him.

But Tamara's an abused
woman. She's manipulative.

She might be conditioned to
only respect men that hit her.

Hmm.

You know, when she
was at that pancake house,

she didn't eat anything, she didn't buy
anything, she didn't leave with anything.

- Where are you going?
- Out for pancakes.

I don't see anything new here.
Obviously, arresting Mr. Davis...

hasn't brought you any closer to
fabricating a case against my client.

You're free to bring a 2
10-40 motion. I plan to.

This won't survive arraignment.

Does that mean I'm getting out?

If you don't, you have
my permission to fire me.

Let's go.

Here's crossing my
fingers she bought it.

They're not talking to each other.
They're not even blowing kisses.

She might already know
where he hid the money.

Then we follow her.
She won't go to it.

She's smart. She'll disappear.
She'll send someone else to pick it up.

You're overestimating
this girl. Hardly.

These are the records from the pay phone
at the pancake house. This line right here.

[Mutters]

Come on. Let's go.

Tamara, I messed up
on your booking form.

Your social security
number didn't come up right.

I gotta fix it before they
call you in for arraignment.

So if you could
just write it here.

I must've inverted the
numbers or something.

You ever do that?

Great.

Well, your grandmother's
gonna be happy to see you, huh?

Probably have a really nice meal
waitin' for you when you get home tonight.

She didn't tell you?

Sorry. I forgot. You guys,
uh... You don't know each other.

The judge will probably drop the
charges against her and send her home.

[Goren] Maybe she was
gonna tell you later, Jerome.

[Bishop] We were lookin'
over your paperwork,

and there's a form
that didn't get filled out.

You need to read it, sign it.

It needs to be filled
out before we can

transfer you to the
Department of Corrections.

[Jerome] What is it?
It's just a form. Read it.

- Maybe my lawyer should look at it.
- You're kidding me, right?

Come on. What's the matter?
You can't read? Come on, Jerome.

Let's go! Let's go!

Would you like one
of us to read it to you?

I mean, it's like he's a baby.

Doesn't know his ABC's.
[Jerome] Shut up.

You can't read.

Is that right?

You can't.

You can shoot two cops,
but dumb as this bench!

Leave him alone. He's not dumb!

He's smart! He's a man.

Why don't you take off his
chains and see how smart you are?

Oh. Oh, that's it.

You look out for him.

Aw, you don't let
him feel ashamed.

You don't make
fun of his problem.

Your problem, Jerome.

Hmm?

Do you know what
that problem is?

Why you get headaches?

Why, when you look at that form,

all the letters, they get
jumbled in your head?

I'm not dumb.

Why you can look at
a window frame once...

and build this,
have it fit perfectly?

I didn't build nothin'.

Draw maps from,
uh... From memory?

People that have your problem,

they think in three dimensions.

Some of them become
rocket scientists.

No. Yeah. Work for NASA.

You're not dumb, Jerome.

You're just dyslexic.

It's a learning disability.

If you'd been to the right
school, you might've been helped.

Instead, they held you back,

kids made fun of
you, you got into fights.

And girls,

when they figured out you
couldn't read, they made fun of you.

They laughed at
you, didn't they?

Made you feel like
you were less of a man.

But not Tamara.

No, she saw your...

potential, your rage.

She identified your
weakness, and she played you.

I played him? She puffs you up,

runs interference, right?

Makes excuses for you, tells
you what a big man you are.

I've never played anyone in my life!
I'm the one who's always getting played!

Didn't she give you what
you wanted... respect?

She used you to
get what she wanted.

The drug-money caper,
whose idea was that?

We don't know
anything about that.

Who hooked you up
with Darren and Levon?

[Tamara] We don't
know those people.

[Goren] When you
were in the hotel,

and you woke up and she
wasn't there, what'd you think?

Did she say that
she was going out for

pancakes and that you
shouldn't be troubled?

Or did she wait till you were
asleep and too drunk to wake up?

[Goren] Because when we picked her
up, she was coming out of a pancake house.

But she didn't eat any pancakes. What
she did was, she made a phone call.

That's a lie! They
are lying, baby.

[Goren] She called
this number right here.

It's a number of an old boyfriend
she's been calling since he dumped her.

- Don't listen to this bull!
- But this time,
she asked him to pick her up.

- That she had a surprise for him.
- [Bishop] 400,000 surprises.

She was skipping on you,
Jerome, with the money.

That's not true.
I'm not like that.

You know I'm not like that.

[Bishop] We talked to her
boyfriend. He told us what she said.

You know what? It doesn't
matter, because in five minutes,

she's gonna be leaving
this building a free woman,

and that'll be the last time
that you see her or the money.

Never! Baby, never! These
police are lying to you!

Lying?

Check it out. Here.

Tamara will read it to you.

Call it. Talk to
her ex-boyfriend.

Come on, Tamara, read
it. Read him the number.

Read me the number.

Baby, don't make me do this.

Read me the damn number.

You bitch! I'm gonna kill
you! I'm gonna kill you!

I perpetrated those murders for
you, and you were playing me?

Bitch, you ain't never
gonna be a free woman.

I'll tell you where the money is.
I'll tell you everything that bitch did!

Shut your mouth!
He... He made me do it!

- What?
- He was beating on me! Abusing me!

You look at me! Look! They are
gonna kill me for what I did for you!

They are gonna kill me!
Get off me! Get off me!

I'm gonna kill that
bitch! I swear to God!

I swear to God,
I'm gonna kill her!

How did it look on tape?

Damming.

The girl pleaded to
life without parole.

As for Mr. Davis,
the district attorney...

has decided to seek
the death penalty.

Are you all right with that?

Uh, now is the
wrong time to ask.

Ready? We have half
an hour to get uptown.

Eames is gonna
meet us at the church.

All right. Let's go.

[Howling]