The Night Of (2016): Season 1, Episode 5 - The Season of the Witch - full transcript

(theme music playing)

(electricity crackling, buzzing)

Anchorwoman: The mayor and
police commissioner met

with religious and community leaders
at the Al-Khoei Islamic Center.

The Islamic Center was one of five
places firebombed Sunday night.

So far, the police are questioning
a 40-year-old Jamaica, Queens man.

He was taken into custody as he walked
to a car with Virginia license plates.

The police say he fit
the description...

Stone: Yeah.

You know, and, uh, when you go
to trial, right, it's like, uh...

it's kind of like quantum
physics. You know what I mean?



You're controlling time and space.

Something that
happened out of sequence...

You're trying to make
it happen in real time,

give it a certain kind of analysis.

(Saran Wrap crackles)

- So you put criminals in jail?
- No.

In fact, I, uh, kind of do the opposite.

I try to keep them out of jail.

Let's say your brother or
your cousin gets arrested

because he looks like someone who
robbed a store, but it wasn't him.

Well, what if it was him?

He's still entitled to the
best defense he can get.

- And that's you?
- (laughter)

My dad actually puts them
away. He's a deputy inspector.



So was mine.

You can imagine how
disappointed he was in me.

Would you defend Hitler?

In theory, it'd be my duty
as an officer of the court.

He killed my great-grandparents.

You want to jump in here anytime soon?

No. This is great.

Great.

Yeah, Hitler. Uh...

It was just disrespectful.

You came in on a workday. You
could've been making money.

- It's no big deal. They're just kids.
- They're assholes.

Well...

You could've worn shoes, though.

I'm afraid those days are gone.

- (school bell rings)
- (door buzzes)

(loud chattering)

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(horns honking)

(Stone humming)

Hi.

(keys jingling, door opens)

Here. Come on.

She's withdrawn from the case.

She's assigned it to me
and doesn't want anybody

from the firm spending time on it,

so I'm looking outside it for some help.

Fifty grand.

I'm authorized to spend no more than 20.

Then it's not gonna work.
It goes to trial, it's, uh,

two, three months of my
life. It's not enough.

Last year, you billed for 60
grand, basically in $250 increments,

45 percent of which is uncollected.

That was for the year. This
is for a month or two.

It's more than fair.

Two or three months, I
said, not one or two.

And where's the money coming from?

I'm sure his parents don't have it.

They'll have to get it.

Beg, borrow, steal, whatever.

- From who?
- The risk we take.

No. The risk you take,

because the only way I'll do this

is if you pay me directly and in full.

What you get from them or
don't get from them is your problem.

I'm paid. Are you authorized to do that?

If I am, you'll do it for 20?

Thirty-five.

- Twenty-five.
- Thirty.

Okay.

In writing.

Okay.

Weiss: Prints, blood, semen, witnesses.

So we have everything
and they have nothing.

What do you do when you have nothing?

Plea.

They had their chance and didn't.

Go for insanity.

I wouldn't, neither will they.

Woman: Blame someone else.

Someone else had that
knife in their pocket?

Man: Some violation of his rights.

There were none.

If it were me, I'd focus
on one thing, the drugs.

She drugged him. He's not responsible.

That's no defense. They
don't know who gave who what.

They'll try to find out.

- What's ketamine?
- Why?

It's what was in the
vial he had in his pocket.

It's an anesthetic vets use on
horses when they do surgery.

Why would anybody take that?

Why would Michael Jackson
take propofol? Same reason.

He took it to sleep, didn't he?

Well, it worked for that.

You take ketamine because...

before it knocks you out,

you, you get a feeling,
like... like, uh...

like you just want to fuck... I...

(chuckles) I don't... I don't know
how to say this to you, Chandra.

An aphrodisiac?

There you go. That's
the polite word for it.

Then it, what, knocks you out?

Yeah, like the horse, unless
you mix it with coke,

meth, whatever, take the
edge off, so to speak.

We need to show it was hers,

she gave it to him,
and where she got it.

(Stone sighs)

How do you know all this drug stuff?

I'm a lawyer.

I heard you're putting in your papers.

Thirty-three years. Enough is enough.

What are you gonna do with yourself?

Easier to say what I'm not gonna do.

I'm not gonna spend more
time with the family or open a bar

or move to Florida and get a
commercial fishing license.

So, what's left? Golf.

Can we talk about something else?

Lock in the kid's night for me,

from point A to point B,

from when he left his
house to when he was picked up.

Fine.

♪ ♪

(door chimes)

- How are you?
- Fine.

- Coffee?
- No.

We really need our cab back.

I know. Then you'll do it?

- Do what?
- File charges like the man said.

What? No.

Then what do we do?

Salim, he is facing life in prison.

What's a couple more
years? I'd do it for you.

No, you wouldn't.

We are asking you out of respect.

You're respectfully asking me to
charge my son with grand theft.

He took the cab. He didn't
have your permission.

He didn't have our permission,
and if they ask us at his trial,

we will say he didn't because it's true.

My son is innocent. Innocent, guilty...

We don't have it, and we
aren't getting it back.

Is that our fault? Did
our son do something wrong?

(indistinct chatter)

(door unlocks)

Tito: Get up.

Come with me.

(panting)

What the fuck, Osama? This
man burned your ass.

It's your turn. Get your shots in.

(grunts, groans)

Yeah, that's right. Walk
with your bitch ass.

You're lucky. I was going for
your face, you fucking faggot.

Yeah.

(grunting)

(screams)

(Nasir grunting)

Okay, okay, don't kill him too.

Come on, man.

(grunting) Come on. Come on!

(whimpers, pants)

(coughing)

(dogs barking)

Well, you just made it.
He's scheduled for 8 a.m.

It's a stay, not a pardon.

He may be back.

(meows)

♪ ♪

Box (on video): You picked
her up in the cab. Where?

Nasir: I don't know. Downtown somewhere.

I was lost. I don't know.

♪ ♪

Box: Where'd she say she wanted to go?

The beach.

The what?

The beach.

Box: The beach?

♪ ♪

(horn blares)

(door opens, closes)

(softly) Okay.

Oh. Okay. There you go.

(woman singing
ballad in foreign language)

(purring)

(purring continues)

(cat lapping)

Better than the gas chamber.

I'm going out!

♪ ♪

(metal clanging)

Freddy: Look at you.

A man is in ICU, and you
here sleeping like a baby.

You got some secrets in you, don't you?

And some rage.

I like it.

This is where the guy
stares at the ceiling and says,

"That's never happened to me before,"

and the girl touches his arm and says,

"It's okay. It happens."

It's the medication I'm on.

It's messing me up.

I don't know what to do.

(cat meows)

You want a cat?

No.

Doctor: Like with all
steroids, you pay a price.

You gain weight, and
your libido goes to hell.

So it's raw, cracking skin

or a stiff dick. That's your choice.

What a world, as my
grandmother used to say.

Weiss: What were you doing there?

Walking down the street.

What... What is with you people?

Excuse me? I can't walk
on the street below 110th?

- I'm asking where you were going.
- Why?

Because they'll ask, and I'd like
to know the answer before they ask.

Well, I'm not answering that.

Look, am I on trial? No.
Did I kill that girl? No.

I tried to protect her from that Arab.

- He's not Arab.
- Whatever. Okay?

If they ask me why I was
walking down a public street,

minding my own
business, I'm just gonna say,

"What the fuck are
you asking me that for?

That's where I was going."

Thank you, Trevor. You've
been enormously helpful.

Why don't you go and
take a cookie with you?

- Have a nice day.
- And the milk.

(sighs)

(clippers buzzing)

(buzzing stops)

Announcer (on TV): And for last
couple of years, as we mentioned,

he's developing a fan
following to go along...

Thanks, baby.

Sinbad or Aladdin?

Announcer: And he paid
a huge price for it,

moving, bouncing, and making...

Which one's which?

Not them. Your tag.

It's gonna be one or the other, right?

(laughs)

Sinbad.

My preference, too.

Announcer: He hasn't been
involved in one of those

in a long time.

Hey, yo, dude was my
sparring partner, man.

Couldn't go past four rounds.

"El Tornado." (laughs)

His sister was his cut
man. You believe that?

I mean, she was all right, though.

Had a ass like a birthday cake.

(laughter)

Hmm...

(Muzak playing over PA)

So, it's come to this, huh?

Hey, Millie, it's Saul.
You guys have any Viagra?

Viagra!

Wow. Really?

Okay. Thank you.

- John! They're out of it, everyone.
- Yeah.

- All right. Okay. Forget it.
- Must be the season of the witch.

Hey, don't make any
social plans until Wednesday!

Wednesday! John, you
forgot your prescription!

(phone rings)

Pharmacy. This is Saul.

No, we don't.

Okay. Thank you.

Policeman (on video):
All right, gents, subway time.

Man: What? Policeman: Either
subway time or overtime.

I could use the
money. Is that 2nd Avenue?

Yeah. Yeah. We're on 10th.

Man 2: What? Where are we going?

- Nasir: Thank you.
- Man 1: Fuck you.

(car door closes)

♪ ♪

(rock music playing)

What can I get you?

I think I'll have some Special K.

We don't have cereal. I'm
not talking about cereal.

This is an
application for a search warrant.

I could have it signed in 30 minutes.

I'm supposed to believe you're a cop?

No. But he is.

Let's talk.

About?

Why she called you that night.

- Who? What night?
- Andrea.

This isn't your number?

Sit down, Cutty.

- What did she score?
- Score?

Who do you think I am, Pablo Escobar?

You see where I work.

Mm-hmm.

You know what?

You want to toss my apartment, go ahead.

What do I care? It's clean.

- I doubt that.
- It is.

Nah. He'll find something. No, he won't.

Yes, he will, even if he doesn't.

You have trouble understanding
that concept?

What did she buy?

(clears throat) "E."

- That's it?
- Yeah.

Not "K"?

Yeah, okay, that, too.
Who gives a fuck?

She owe you money?

I don't allow for that.

How about you? You owe anybody money?

Yeah. To my landlord.

No one else? Your supplier?

You can't be serious.

And if you are, you can haul
my ass out of here right now.

I'm not gonna give
you any fucking names.

You mistake my point. You owed somebody,

that would make what she
owed you important, wouldn't it?

What are you saying?

You saying I did it?

One way or the
other, you're gonna testify

about the drugs, the money,

and, while we're at it, where
you were later that night.

I want a lawyer.

That's a good idea.

Rolling Rock.

Sure.

How's it going?

Don't touch anything.

Not my first murder.

(camera shutter clicking)

♪ ♪

You all right?

Yeah.

(camera shutter clicking)

Where's the cat?

I've got it. You want it?

No.

You've got her cat?

You want it? I don't want it.

Why'd you take it?

Why? Is it evidence?

♪ ♪

(camera shutter clicks)

♪ ♪

Chandra: Is he charging by the hour?

Don't worry. We made a deal.

You should take the cat.

I don't want a cat. Too
much responsibility?

I don't know. Is it?

It's killing me. I'm allergic.

Got something.

Could be squirrel blood, though.

He's charging a flat fee, okay?

Weiss: You're kidding me?

Here it is.

What do you think?

I'd rather he saw her and
swerved three lanes to pull over.

No. This is better.

He doesn't want two guys in the cab.

He wants one girl.

He kicks them out, not her.

This is him making the decision.

She's it.

This is lying in wait.

This is premeditation.

(inhales sharply, exhales)

(door opens)

Hi, Helen.

Oh, hi, Harry.

When you have a minute?

Now's good. What's up?

The neighbor in the 87th Street thing

said he heard glass break, looked out,

saw a figure, who he can't describe,

go in, then come out a minute later
wearing a jacket and run to the taxi.

Right, like he forgot it
and had to go back inside.

Yeah.

So I'm thinking, okay,
he broke the door pane,

reached in to unlock the door.

And is that...

Is that how he got this
cut on his hand or...?

Set it down there.

Do you see what I'm saying?

I don't think I do.

You're stabbing somebody with a knife.

Sometimes it goes so deep, it hits bone,

which causes your hand
to slip onto the blade.

But it only slips once, even though
you stabbed her 22 times.

How common would that be?

How common would you like it to be?

I'm asking, Harry, not telling.

The question is, can it be
determined if this wound

resulted from cutting
himself on a piece of broken glass

or on the blade of a knife?

Look at it really carefully.

Hard to say.

Well, what if you had to say?

Will I have to say?

Yeah.

This cut was the result of his hand
slipping from the handle of the knife

onto the blade of the
knife in the act of stabbing her.

This cut was the
result of his hand slipping

from the handle of the knife

onto the blade of the
knife in the act of stabbing her.

You convinced me.

Thanks, Harry.

You're gonna have sex with
a man and then call his wife

and say, "Come and get
him out of my bed"?

That's messed up. That's messed up.

First of all, you had
no business in her bed...

Yo, fuck out the way. A nigga can't see.

What'd you say?

I ain't gonna say it again.

Judge (on TV): ...letting
him in your bed

when you knew he had a wife at home.

So now you call his wife up and say,

"Come and get him out of my bed."

And does she come?

I didn't hear it because I'm

- at the mall.
- Man: What the fuck?

(TV continues indistinctly)

- Hold it.
- What?

- Nothing wrong with Ellen.
- Fuck you talking about?

- It's Freddy.
- Ellen: And then you hear the alarm,

and there's always that split second

where you think, "Did
I steal something?"

Shit.

Think I do want to watch Ellen
shake that ass today.

Mind moving over a little bit,
homey, please, rest of us could see?

You could wheel out a full

display case...
Man: Thank you.

...and no one would bat an
eye. Nobody. But it's embarrassing

'cause you walk out of the
store, the alarm goes off,

and then you have to put
that show on to make sure.

You pat your pockets.

- (soft music plays)
- (door opens)

These won't kill me, will they?

Well, if you get an erection
lasting more than five hours,

call "The Guinness Book of Records."

(door opens, closes)

(loud chattering)

Tito: He wants to see you.

What's up, man? Come in.

Have a seat.

So how's the new job going?

It's good. Thank you.

That's what's up, man.
Anytime. (man chuckles)

Oh, this here is Petey.

Petey's, um, he's been
having some difficulties in here,

so he spoke to his mom, and
she reached out to me.

I told her I would
do what I could for him.

She said she would do
what she could for me.

Well, "anything" was the
word she actually used.

So the next time she comes to
visit him, she's gonna have

a couple of eight-balls up her snatch.

She gonna pass it off to Petey here.

Petey gonna pass it to you, and you...

Well, you know.

- I can't do that.
- Sure you can.

- I can't.
- What, a religious thing?

No. I mean, I know I'm not gonna
be able to keep it down.

So... what am I supposed to do?

I know you don't expect
me to ask Petey, do you?

Naz, come on. That's
way too psychological.

(man laughs)

It'll be fine, man. You
just need some practice.

Hmm? Here. Take them.

Yeah.

(Muzak playing over PA)

- Hmm.
- (toy squeaks)

(bells jangle)

(cash register beeping)

♪ ♪

(bell jangling)

(toy squeaks)

(humming)

Here goes nothing.

(sighs)

All right.

Go get 'em, slugger.

(cat toys jangling)

I'm going out.

I got a life, you know.

You look good, baby.

You are so much
trouble, and I love trouble.

Hey. Buy you a drink? Excuse us.

What are you doing here?

Buying you a drink. Joseph, champagne.

Joseph: Coming up. Would
you excuse us, please?

Please? Huh? Come on.

Excuse us, all right? Just... Come on.

Beat it, huh? Get the
fuck out of here, all right?

Johnny, I am working, obviously.

I know. I know. I know it's weird.

We don't do this, but this
is a very special occasion.

(chuckling) It's... It's special, okay?

I am ready for
you... thank you ...big time.

It's not gonna be
like the other night, okay?

There's not gonna be a repeat of that.

Hello, stranger. I've got to have...

Excuse me. Oh, well,
look who's back in town.

He is, indeed. Excuse us.

- And you look good, baby.
- Oh. You look gorgeous.

Baby, a sight for sore eyes.
What you got here? Champagne?

Now, here's to us. You
think of everything.

Here's to the good
life. Just the two of us.

Woman: You are so much
trouble, and I love trouble.

You're a lot of
trouble... (mutters) God.

God, help me.

The dreaded tox reports.

Alcohol, ketamine, MDMA in both,

and amphetamine in him, not her.

- You're kidding.
- Nope.

This has to be a mistake.

Why? Because you don't like
being lied to? I don't.

Is there some way to determine
what kind of amphetamine it is?

What difference does it make? Speed
is speed in court. Lies are lies.

Why would he do that?

Because we don't know him.

(metal clanking)

(sniffs)

(coughing)

Fuck.

- I wish you hadn't done that.
- What?

Stone: Your skull. What do
you think I'm talking about?

The tox screens came in.

So, what did she give me?

Stone: What do you think? Ecstasy, coke.

It was "K" in the vial, not coke.

You know what that is, ketamine?

Anything else you want to tell us?

What do you mean?

What you took that night.

I didn't take anything.

Dexedrine, Benzedrine, Adderall,

meth, some, or all of
the above. What was it?

Nasir: I didn't take any of that.

The screen is wrong, that's
what you're saying?

What does it say?

I just told you, speed in you, not her.

Well, what about my inhaler?

That's steroids,

not amphetamines, not anymore.

That stopped before you were born.

Nasir: Isn't there
amphetamine in Ecstasy?

What, are you a chemist
now? How would you know that?

I don't. I'm asking.

You're lying.

My guess is Adderall.

What college kid
doesn't take it? Am I right?

You think that makes it okay? It's not.

Let me explain to you why.

One, without a
prescription, it's illegal.

Two, you weren't up studying.
You were going to a party.

Three, it counteracts the
sedative effects of the "K,"

making your "I passed
out" story less believable.

It's not a story.

Four, you take enough,
it makes you psychotic.

Five, you lied to me.

So I'm gonna ask you
because your life depends upon it:

What else have you lied about?

Nothing.

Everything you say happened, happened?
- Yes.

Stone: She got in the
cab. You drove uptown.

You stopped and bought
beer because she asked you to.

You went to the river where she gave
you the "E," not the other way around.

You drove to her place, had
words with that guy on the street.

- You went inside...
- "Guys." You said "guy."

There was two of them, him and
another guy. They were together.

Now, I don't know why
you'd lie about that.

But are you lying about that?

Why would the guy lie about it?

I don't know. Ask him.

What did this other guy say or do?

Nothing. He just stood there.

(gags)

I got to get back. Tito!

Naz.

Naz, I understand you have to do it,

but if you're caught for this...

the case is over,

and you're never getting out of here.

(Nasir breathing heavily, grunting)

Ah!

Ah! Yeah.

You get it?

C'est fini, motherfucker.

Yo, there's four.

I wish.

No, there's f... I swallowed four.

Petey? Four.

So get it out of me, man.

You get it out of
you, motherfucker. (laughs)

Naz, relax.

It's cool. It'll come.

Nasir: What the fuck you looking at?

What was the question, again?

What time it was when you
saw them, as you put it,

"rubbing up against each other."

I want to say 10,
11, something like that.

- You were alone?
- Yeah.

(rewinding)

I want to say 10,
11, something like that.

- You were alone?
- Yeah.

He's lying.

How's it going?

John Stone.

Hey, I recognize you.

You're the guy from the subway ads.

- "No fee till you're free," right?
- That's me.

Yeah. (laughs) Yeah. Hey, is that true?

Not exactly, but my
rates are reasonable.

Yeah, well, that's a good
one, man. That's a good slogan.

Thank you.

Here. You never know.

Actually, you could,
uh, use one now... a lawyer.

(scoffs) What the
fuck I need a lawyer for?

Keep you out of jail for perjury.

What you talking about, man?

That couple you saw on the
street, you exchanged words with,

something about "Mustafa, bombs," so on.

All right, that's free speech.

But you said you were
alone, that's not all right.

That's a legal problem there.

I'd look into this
problem for you, but I can't

since I'm representing Mustafa.

Trevor. Trevor.

It is Trevor, am I right?

I'm trying to help you here.

Oh, you're trying to help me, with your
fucking rags and your gloves on, right?

Seriously, who are you
supposed to be, Michael

Jackson or Mickey Mouse
with those gloves?

Don't worry about it. That's my problem.

We need to talk about your problem.

Hey, it's out of service.

Who is he?

Trevor, I know you were with someone.

Hey, would you lower your voice, man?

Okay? I don't know
him. I don't know the dude.

You don't know him, but you were
walking down the street talking to him?

I'm standing here talking to
you, and I don't know you.

You know my name because I told you.

He didn't tell you his? Come on.

Nope. Nope, nope. I don't believe you.

What the fuck do I
care? I just told you why.

Your false statement was used
to get the indictment.

That's five years and
$10,000 in New York, no shit.

Look, man, seriously, what is
wrong with you to come down here

and ask me to bang on a
brother in front of all these people?

They can't hear us. Yeah,
but they can see us.

Hey, if there's one thing I
don't look like, it's a cop.

- Am I right?
- Yeah. You look

like a fucking homeless dude.

There you go!

- Duane.
- Duane what?

Don't know.

- You're gonna lie to me now?
- Lie to you?

I don't even want to be fucking
near you, whatever the fuck you got.

It's not contagious.

All right, so I'm all focused
on him right now,

this Duane... whatever
the fuck his last name is.

But I could just as easily focus on you,

where you went after you
had this altercation

outside a house two hours
later is covered in blood.

- I went home.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I did.

Trevor, after 9/11,
two things happened.

You started calling guys "Abdul Fazul,"

and Homeland Security started
putting up cameras everywhere.

You didn't go home.

You afraid of him?

Is that what's going on here?

Why are you afraid of him?

He's a violent guy, this Duane?

Reade.

Reade?

Duane Reade?

All right.

- I'll see you on the stand.
- What?

Because you're a witness
in the murder case

or you're a suspect in the murder case.

We'll see which it is.

What? I mean, that's his
name. What do you want from me?

I didn't name him.

It's a wild coincidence
the pharmacy's there?

I didn't put it there.

Duane Reade, you're
sticking with that?

You're sure? Man, that's the truth.

Fine. Is there anything
else you want to tell me?

Like what? I don't know. Blow my mind.

Next month, my great
grandmother will be 102.

Wow.

(thunder rumbles)

Guess what. His name
really is Duane Reade.

There's a warrant out on him
right now, and he's got a record:

breaking and entering,
burglary, agg assault,

and always with a... guess.

- Chandra: A knife?
- A knife.

- Chandra: Where are you?
- Why?

Chandra: So I know you're not out there
somewhere thinking about confronting him.

Are you kidding me? I'm
not crazy. I got to go.

Hey, Que pasa? What's happening?

- Hello. (speaks Spanish)
- Where's my money?

(speaking Spanish)

Duane said that he would
leave me the money.

He didn't? I'm his lawyer. Look. See?

- Duane?
- Duane.

- Abogado?
- Yeah. Abogado. That's me.

- (speaking Spanish)
- Uh...

- (speaking Spanish)
- Duane Reade.

- (speaking Spanish)
- No, not the pharmacy, the guy.

- Where is he?
- (speaking Spanish)

Yeah. Eh, that's my
problem. Don't worry about it.

- Duane.
- Where is he?

He's in the back.

- (speaking Spanish)
- Okay.

- (speaking Spanish)
- Keep the card.

- (speaking Spanish)
- You never know.

You never know. There you go.

(mutters in Spanish)

(Spanish music plays)

Hey, guys.

How's it going?

Hey, Duane.

I was wondering if I could
talk to you about your boy Trevor.

Who are you?

I'm his lawyer.

Thanks.

So, uh, apparently, according to Trevor,

you were with him on 87th
Street the night of...

What the... Hey! Hey!

(grunting)

♪ ♪

(muffled music plays)

(man, woman conversing in Spanish)

(dog barks)

(muffled music playing)

(electricity crackling, buzzing)