Bull

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.

Neighbours 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 neighbourhood.

His name's 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 I'm about to start this case and

I don't know which night.

OK 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 OK?

You know, I've written so many letters,

to the warden, to the DA,

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?

- Mm-hmm. - Now,

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

Well, 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, OK.

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 the dude

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

And I asked him what her name was

and he said Heather Bent,

same name as my prostitute.

OK. 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 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 realised that he and another inmate

were convicted based on eyewitness testimony

from the same witness. 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 going to get her to recant?

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

The good news is that the judge agreed

that it was highly probable that the witness perjured herself,

especially once we realised that she testified in

five different cases for the same detective.

Wow.

That's some pretty flagrant misconduct.

How'd the DA's office miss this?

Cases span seven years. Different A.D.A.s in each case.

I'm sure they're going to 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 -

fibre from Eddie's clothing

underneath one of the victim's fingernails,