- In the criminal justice system,
the people are represented
by two separate, yet equally important groups:
the police, who investigate crime,
and the district attorneys, who prosecute the offenders.
These are their stories.
Uh-huh! Red Indie, you with me tonight?
[crowd cheering]
Let's do it!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Uh-huh!
[upbeat hip-hop music playing]
♪ ♪
Thank you, queen.
Look, I keep telling you,
you don't need to have a good voice.
That's old-fashioned.
It's all about your look, your attitude.
- If you say so. - I do.
But if it's terrible--
It'll be great.
I'll make sure.
- Hmm. - Come here.
Damn, you're beautiful.
- [gunshots] - Oh, my God!
Dude! Yo, there's shooting!
[patrons screaming]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, hey. There's a guy with the gun.
You gotta go. You gotta go!
Hey! Yo. Yo!
Hey!
There's a guy with a gun. You gotta go!
You got--
[gasping]
[gunshot]
What do we got?
One dead, two injured.
- They gonna make it? - Hopefully.
Somebody had to see something.
- Guess again. - Really?
So far, all we know is, the shooter was male,
masked up, and wearing a winter coat.
Name is Hannah Gray.
Looks like she tried to crawl toward the exit.
So young.
Word is, she was a famous model.
[shutter clicking]
Not the photoshoot she was hoping for.
So why don't you tell me about what happened today?
Like, where were you?
Man, I was in the kitchen, working, unloading boxes.
Yeah.
I heard the gunshots, then hit the deck.
You were with the woman who got shot, yeah?
Okay. So how did that happen? You guys know each other?
- You friends? - Nah.
She was just trying to run out the back door,
but she saw that I was working and listening to music.
So she pushed me, told me to run.
I'd be dead right now if it wasn't for that woman.
Thank you.
I need to speak to the man who's in charge!
He's busy, so please back up--
My daughter was in that club.
- I understand-- - I need to see if she's okay.
I understand, but I'm trying to do my job,
- and I need--just listen--hey! - Sir, sir, sir. Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Calm down.
That guy was trying to penetrate the perimeter.
I understand, Officer,
but he said his daughter was in the club.
So just back off, please.
Thank you, Officer.
Sir, I'm Detective Jalen Shaw.
This is Detective Cosgrove.
We'd like to help you, but you need to calm down.
My daughter's friend just called,
said she heard my daughter had been shot.
Her name is Hannah Gray.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Doesn't make sense.
She just went out to have a good time.
What the hell is this world coming to?
From what I understand, she saved a young man's life.
It may not mean much to you right now,
but your daughter Hannah, she died a hero.
[somber music]
Sir, did your daughter ever mention anybody
she was having a problem with?
Anybody who might have been harassing her or stalking her?
Not that I'm aware of.
I mean, she kept her personal life private.
That's how she was.
We're very sorry for your loss.
If there's anything else you can think of,
please give us a call.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
I was close by.
I was driving back to the house.
Heard the call, so I rode to the scene.
It was crazy, people running like hell,
so it's been tough to track down witnesses.
And when you got here, the shooter had already fled?
I think so.
I didn't hear any gunshots.
Then again, it was loud.
People were yelling and screaming.
You didn't find any witnesses?
Talked to a lot of people.
No one got a good look at the guy.
Do me a favor.
Track down the manager of the club.
I'm sure he's still here, all right?
These are the two women who were injured.
They look familiar to you?
No. Sorry, man.
And this is the woman who was killed.
Hannah?
Oh, no. That ain't right, man.
Hannah is--was real cool.
I mean, she was just a good person, you know?
Sounds like you knew her pretty well.
Yeah.
Yeah, she used to come here a lot.
Anything unusual happen tonight?
Was she involved in any kind of, uh,
altercation or argument?
As a matter of fact, yeah.
Yeah, she and some dude got in a nasty argument earlier.
I had to get security involved.
I wouldn't call it an argument.
- What would you call it? - Uh, a conversation.
Even though security was called in?
Everybody overreacted.
We were just talking.
Hannah and I were friends. I was her first agent.
I launched her career.
Not only that, I introduced her to King Matisse,
for God's sake.
- King who? - Matisse.
- He's a rapper. - Oh.
So that's Hannah's boyfriend?
Yeah. For the past six months.
Okay, so iron this out for us.
You and Hannah were catching up.
You guys were chatting about what,
butterflies and rainbows?
And all of a sudden, security kicked
your ass out of the club?
Drake, you're leaving something out.
No, I never said we were talking
about butterflies and rainbows.
What were you talking about?
Business.
Hannah screwed me.
Fired me just as she was about to blow up,
said she wanted to make a change, all that,
but it wasn't her idea.
It was Matisse's.
He convinced Hannah she needed to be
with more of an urban agent, all that nonsense.
Sounds like you're more pissed
with Matisse than with Hannah.
Yeah, but he didn't feel like talking.
Got up in my face, told me he was gonna kick my ass.
Next thing I know, security guard's
bouncing me out of the club.
What time was this?
Uh, around 11:00 or so. Um...
11:06, to be precise.
Modeling agent's alibi checks out.
So we got no leads on the shooter?
We don't know if he's white, Black, brown,
or whether the shooting was random, targeted,
racially motivated?
For what it's worth, I think it was targeted.
Killer went in there to shoot Hannah.
The other two women were hit by accident.
- Based on what? - Odds.
I mean, what are the chances?
The only murder victim in a random club shooting
just so happens to be a famous rapper's model girlfriend?
I mean, doesn't seem very random to me.
And if the shooter wanted a body count,
he would have found it.
Place was packed.
And he didn't shoot the barback
who was with the vic downstairs.
Look, I get it,
but we need evidence, not theories.
Let's track down all the people
who were in the club that night.
Waitresses, bartenders, bouncers, patrons.
Find out what they know. Somebody had to see something.
Yeah, and what the hell is going on
with that surveillance video?
I just called the manager.
Claims there was some sort of tech issue.
Yeah, that has taken too long.
Let's get a subpoena for their surveillance system.
And why don't you two go track down
that rapper who she was dating?
[hip-hop music playing softly]
[indistinct chatter]
Excuse me.
We're homicide detectives.
We need to ask you about Hannah Gray.
It's a hell of a thing, man.
Can't believe she really gone.
She was special.
Like, for real.
- So what y'all wanna know? - Well, for starters,
why didn't you stick around after the shooting?
Things got crazy, man, so I just--
I bounced.
And when you bounced, did you know
that Hannah had been shot at the time?
Yo, what you trying to say?
I'm just trying to understand why
the dead girl's boyfriend didn't stick around.
Like I said, things got crazy,
so I got the hell out of there.
I thought Hannah did the same.
You see the shooter?
Not really.
Saw some dude rolling towards us.
Looked out of place.
Had one of them hospital masks on, you know?
Then I saw the metal in his hand,
knew he was looking to do business.
So that's when I stepped to him and tried to grab it,
and he spun around and started shooting.
So you did see the shooter.
- Just a glimpse. - Was he Black, white?
Couldn't tell. It was dark. He had a mask on.
And you tried to grab the gun?
Yeah, but he slipped away and started shooting.
Yo, look, I wish I could have done more.
Did it appear like he was targeting Hannah?
I don't know, man. It all happened so fast.
Are you aware of any reason
somebody might have wanted to hurt Hannah?
- No, not that I know of. - What about you?
Anybody out there trying to hurt you?
[laughs] [all chuckle]
Half the damn city, man.
Why is that?
Because I speak my mind.
And these days, people can't appreciate that,
so I got a lot of haters.
Especially in the LGBTQ community, yeah?
Sound like you've been reading the gossip pages.
[all agreeing] Yeah.
Look, people took all those comments out of context.
It shouldn't be that hard to talk about things affecting--
And it shouldn't be this hard to get a straight answer.
Excuse me?
Has anybody threatened you recently?
[suspenseful music]
Two days ago, some dude stepped to me.
He said I deserve to die a slow, painful death.
Ain't that something?
So King Matisse has his own sneaker line?
Yeah.
Popular as hell too.
Why, may I ask?
Why--why what?
Why does a rapper have a sneaker line?
I mean, he's not very athletic on stage, standing there,
swearing, rapping, wearing lots of jewelry.
Ugh.
That might be--yeah, no, it is the whitest thing
I've ever heard in my life.
It's actually kind of cute.
Excuse me.
Were you working here two days ago?
We're homicide detectives.
We understand that there was an altercation
with the rapper King Matisse.
Mm-hmm.
Evidently, somebody came up to him
and said that he deserved to die a slow, painful death?
No, what we said was,
I'm gonna beat your punk ass into the ground.
- So you heard that? - No.
I said it.
- Oh. - You said it?
Yeah. I tried keeping my mouth shut.
I couldn't help it.
Matisse was here signing autographs,
promoting his new shoe line, and it made me crazy.
Here he is, all rich and famous,
millions of followers, and what's he do?
Bashes the gay community, drops the F-word.
So you confronted him?
Hell yeah.
When the event was over, I went up to him,
and I told him how disgusting I thought his posts were.
He told me to get lost, pushed me, and I snapped.
I started yelling, and then security got involved,
and he took off.
Did you see Matisse again?
You know, track him down, try to finish what you started?
What? No.
I said my piece, and that was it.
Wait.
- You don't think that I-- - Not really.
But we're still gonna need an alibi.
Yeah, okay. Thanks.
Mason's alibi is solid, so we're nowhere.
What about the other two shooting victims?
- Are they doing okay? - Yeah.
They're both in stable condition.
Well, that's good news.
Bad news is, neither one of them saw anything.
I was just with the guys from Computer Crimes,
trying to find the surveillance video.
Turns out it was deleted.
What? Deleted?
Well, can't they just retrieve it from the cloud?
It was deleted from there too.
All right.
Track down this manager right away.
Look, I'm just responsible for making sure
the place is packed,
you know, with models, rappers, ballers.
Surveillance isn't my domain.
Whose domain is it, then?
The owner.
Or, you know, one of the firms he hired to manage
all of our tech stuff--not me.
Well, the owner's been in London this past week,
so that just leaves the tech firms.
You got a name?
No, but I'll find out.
Oh, good.
Yeah, yeah. No problem.
I'll call you.
No, we'll wait.
Or you can just stop lying and tell us what you know.
Yo, I'm not lying.
Hey, look, man, I ain't had
nothing to do with that shooting.
How about the missing video?
You got something to do with that?
Look, we're gonna find out sooner or later,
and if it's later and we find out you're involved,
it's gonna sting, I promise you.
Okay, I--
I deleted the surveillance video.
That's a good start, young man.
Now you're gonna tell us why.
[suspenseful music]
You paid the nightclub manager 100 grand
to delete the surveillance video,
video that could have helped us find the killer.
The man that shot your girlfriend.
Now, why would you do that, bro?
I'm not talking, fellas.
So, uh, if you don't mind.
Sit down. Now.
You got no right to talk to me like that.
You paid somebody to destroy evidence in a murder case.
And there's gotta be a reason.
So just tell us.
♪ ♪
I want a lawyer.
Now.
Like I told the female detective on the phone,
I was near the dance floor, carrying a tray of drinks,
and I heard gunshots.
At first I thought maybe someone
was lighting off firecrackers.
Then I heard everyone start screaming.
Did you see the shooter?
Sort of, like, out of the corner of my eye.
But I was close to Matisse and Hannah,
so that's where my eyes sort of focused.
And they ran off in different directions?
Correct.
Did King Matisse run towards the shooter?
No, he ran in the opposite direction.
So just so we're clear, he didn't confront the shooter
- or try to grab the gun? - Grab the gun?
No. He ran into the bathroom.
- [laughs] - The bathroom?
Yeah.
I just remember feeling really disappointed.
By what?
The fact Matisse did nothing to protect his lady.
- Hmm. - I'm a big fan.
- Was, anyway. - Yeah.
My advice has always been, never meet your heroes.
- Hmm. - Thank you.
Oh, one more thing.
The shooter was wearing a blue hat.
You know, like, a knit cap.
He ran?
That's why he deleted the video?
Not a lot of street cred in being a coward.
Son of a bitch.
He screws up our homicide investigation
to protect his fake tough guy image.
I want you to charge him with obstruction, tampering,
and any other crimes you can think of.
With pleasure.
Hey, take a look.
11:36 p.m., nine minutes after the 911 call.
The bodega is six blocks north of the crime scene.
Yeah, it fits the general height
and build of the suspect, and he's wearing a dark hat.
Did any of the witnesses mention that the shooter
was wearing red boots?
No.
You should head over to the bodega right now.
11:36, two nights ago.
I'll find it.
Not a problem.
I got new cameras too.
I let everyone know.
Okay, got it. 11:36.
Is this the man you're looking for?
That's the one.
Well, it's your lucky day.
I--I know him from the neighborhood.
His name's Bishop Bell.
- He's a good kid. - Wait, wait, wait, hold--
Bishop Bell?
The ball player? He went to Hudson?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, he was a star until he hurt his knee.
So this kid Bishop, when he came in that night,
how was he acting?
Normal, good mood, bad mood?
No, no. He was--he was distracted.
He bought a--a 40 and a pack of cigarettes,
which I thought was kind of odd and sad.
You know, he used to be a really good athlete.
I said something to him too.
I told him he shouldn't be smoking.
What did he say?
Said he was having a bad night,
feeling real nervous, needed to calm down.
You know where this kid Bishop lives?
[indistinct chatter]
There he is.
Bishop Bell, I'd like to ask you a few questions--
Damn it, come on.
Hey, hey, hey. Move, move.
27 Squad, we got a suspect running north
on Lenox Avenue and 136th Street.
Mr. Bell, NYPD!
Stop!
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[sirens wailing]
Stop running!
- Do not move! - Stop!
[both grunting]
Stay down. Stay down.
You know what?
For a guy with a bum knee,
I still got it.
Like I said for the hundredth time,
I ain't got nothing to do with that shooting.
Hannah and I were tight.
We weren't together at the time, but we were close.
Close?
Really?
That's what you call this?
Because we got ahold of this letter that you wrote Hannah
two days before she was gunned down.
There's a lot of great stuff in here.
Here's my favorite part.
"I can't describe the rage I feel.
"I hope it goes away, but I don't think it will,
not as long as you're alive."
So? I was in love with her.
That may be so.
But Bishop, this is not a love letter.
I bet it hurt, seeing her kicking it
with a guy like King Matisse.
Bentleys, G5s, VIP rooms.
He's a legend, a real legend.
What's that supposed to mean?
It must have been hard for you,
seeing Hannah living it up,
running with a crowd you just can't run with anymore.
And once you get a taste of the good life, been famous,
it's hard to forget.
It's tough going back to just being a regular Joe.
Man, I always been poor.
I've been about the game, not the life.
See, Bishop,
you were right there.
You don't blow your knee out,
you'd have been living that life 24/7, right?
Now, come on. That had to hurt.
[tense music]
It is what it is.
Bishop, we know you're the shooter.
Hey, we know it.
We know you're the shooter.
And on some level, I guess we understand
the jealousy, the frustration.
But if you play this right, you admit it,
you take responsibility, you'll be out in less than 15,
plenty of time to have a normal life.
♪ ♪
Nah.
I ain't talking.
Lawyer.
Yo, Detective.
I was the number one recruit in the country.
I had offers from Duke, North Carolina, UConn.
I ain't never been no regular Joe.
Never was, never will be.
♪ ♪
No gun, no blood.
I know. It's a tough case.
All of the evidence is circumstantial.
There's this pathetic and scary letter
that we found in Hannah's apartment
and 67 unanswered phone calls over a four-day period
just prior to the murder.
Can we put Bell at the scene?
Sort of.
What's that mean?
Well, a cocktail waitress said that the shooter
was wearing a blue knit cap.
Nine minutes later, we've got video of Bell
wearing a blue knit cap.
He's buying a pack of smokes at a bodega.
It's just six blocks north of the crime scene.
[sighs]
I know. It's not a lot.
But we are still questioning witnesses.
If we can't put Bell at the crime scene,
then we don't have a case.
He was 30 feet away from me, so I started running after him.
That's real dangerous, bro.
Yeah, I know. I didn't think.
I just reacted, you know?
Yeah, well, how long were you chasing him?
Not sure.
10, maybe 20 seconds.
I followed him out the back door.
I kept chasing him, but I tripped.
I stepped in something. I'm not sure what it was.
Can you describe what he looked like,
what he was wearing?
He was tall, about my height, thin,
and he was wearing a blue hat.
Was he wearing boots or sneakers?
No, I'm sorry. I wish I could help.
But I did get a photo of the dude while I was chasing him.
I mean, well, I tried to, anyway,
but it was too dark.
I ran out the back door,
saw him run past the cop car, but then--
Wait, wait. Cop car?
What are you talking about, cop car?
There was a police car parked right here.
Dude ran right past it.
Was there someone in the car?
Yeah, a cop.
When I got back up, I walked over there,
asked him why the hell he was sitting in the car.
♪ ♪
Like I said before, I got to the scene
six minutes after the 911 call.
So when you arrived, the shooter had already fled?
I think so.
I mean, it was a mess, people running and screaming.
So you didn't see the shooter?
Correct.
So when you got to the scene, what'd you do?
Excuse me?
Did you stay in the car?
Did you go inside and try to render aid to the victims?
Did you try to clear the club? Did you search for the shooter?
What'd you do?
[scoffs] What the hell is this?
We're just trying to figure out what happened, that's it.
No, you're looking to throw someone under the bus.
Yeah, case like this, lots of press,
police don't find the shooter, someone takes a hit.
The only reason we're here is because
there's a discrepancy regarding the time
that you showed up on the scene, that's it.
Discrepancy?
Yeah, we checked your AVL.
It says you arrived at the club approximately three minutes
after the call, not six minutes.
So what?
So three minutes is a long time.
It's the difference between seeing the shooter
- and not seeing the shooter. - I already told you.
We know what you told us, Nick.
Problem is, we don't believe you.
We need some answers.
Answers to what?
This.
That's you, right?
And the blurry dude, that's the shooter.
♪ ♪
I'm done talking.
You got any more questions, call my PBA lawyer.
Officer Riley, if you saw the shooter fleeing the club,
all right, we need you to help us identify him.
Like I told the detectives, I didn't see the shooter.
All right, he was already gone by the time you arrived?
That's correct.
Yet one of the guests at the club,
someone who was chasing after the suspect,
said he saw the shooter run past a police car
parked outside the club.
- What's your point? - My point is that--
[sighs]
We know Officer Riley was there,
that he saw the shooter.
He just told you--
I know what he just told me.
I am telling you what really happened.
You need to end this charade
and--and tell us what you saw.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I didn't see him.
That young woman's murder isn't on you.
You understand that, right?
Like, whether you were there
three minutes after the 911 call or six minutes,
there's nothing you could have done to prevent her death.
I know that.
But it's not that--
It's not what, it--
It's not that simple?
Is that what you were gonna say?
There is no law that requires police officers
to be heroic, to jump out of their car
and tackle a dangerous criminal.
Maybe you got nervous, or--
or you weren't sure whether to engage or call for backup.
It happens.
But this is your chance to make this right,
to redeem yourself,
and to help get justice for Hannah Gray.
No? Okay.
Just so you know, if you stick to your story,
I will dig even deeper into the exact sequence of events,
and if your story proves to be inaccurate...
Now, hold on a second.
I will file criminal charges,
which means you will lose your job and your pension.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
All right.
I was in the patrol car.
People were running and screaming.
I saw a guy sprinting toward me, wearing a mask,
with a gun in his right hand.
Do you remember what he was wearing,
color of his jacket, his hat, shoes?
Yeah, I do.
The people seek remand, Your Honor.
Given the severity of the charges,
the defendant is a flight risk.
He's also a risk to public safety,
given that he shot up a nightclub
filled with young men and women,
injuring two and killing one.
I mean, clearly he has no reservations
about harming young people.
Which in New York is totally irrelevant
- for the purposes of bail. - Agreed.
So let's move on.
Mr. Powell, what's your position on bail?
This case is based on a series
of coincidences and suppositions.
There is no actual evidence to tie Mr. Bell
to the crime scene, let alone the murder.
He has no prior arrests or convictions,
and he has substantial ties to the city of New York.
He was a high school basketball star
at Harper Field in the Bronx, and he played collegiately
at Hudson University.
As such, we request that bail be set
no higher than $100,000.
Defendant is remanded. Next case.
Your Honor, my client deserves--
He's remanded.
Next case.
No murder weapon, no blood evidence,
no clear photo or video of the defendant
anywhere near the crime scene.
Other than that, it's perfect.
Yeah.
The truth is, the whole case rests on our ability
to put Bishop Bell in that club.
Which means it all comes down
to the testimony of Officer Riley.
You're right.
Question is, will the jury buy
the testimony of a coward cop?
That's pretty harsh.
I'm not judging the man, just telling you
how he's gonna be portrayed.
So you need to bolster his credibility,
make sure the jury knows
he shouldn't be defined by this one incident.
Find ways to humanize him.
Might help offset his moment of weakness.
The defendant and Hannah Gray dated for three years.
And they broke up last year,
just as Ms. Gray's modeling and acting career began to soar.
A few months later, she began dating
a highly-acclaimed musician named King Matisse.
This relationship triggered every frustration
and insecurity lurking deep inside the defendant,
forced him to confront the fact that he was no longer
an up-and-coming NBA prospect with an unlimited future,
and that the love of his life
was now jet-setting around the globe
with a rich and famous rapper.
Two days before he shot and killed Hannah,
he sent her a "love letter"
rife with ominous threats and accusations.
"Hope you're enjoying life now, 'cause it's gonna end soon.
"I always thought you were different,
"that you were special.
Turns out, you're just another fame-chasing ho."
There are a lot more insults in this letter,
I can assure you, all of them exhibiting rage and jealousy.
But that's not why we're here.
A lot of people have sent foolish
and emotional texts to their exes.
No, the reason we're here
is that the defendant actually acted
on his rage and jealousy.
On December 19th, he entered the Red Envy Club
with a 9-millimeter handgun
and began hunting down Hannah Gray.
He fired off eight rounds,
injuring two and killing one.
Several witnesses will help verify that the defendant
was the gunman, that he was present at the crime scene,
including a decorated police officer
with commendations for integrity, community service,
and bravery in the line of duty.
I know this goes without saying,
but just answer the questions truthfully and succinctly.
Got it.
You should also know that I am going to address
your earlier misstatements.
Try to get out in front of all that.
And when it comes up on cross, once again,
just tell the truth.
No need to explain or rationalize.
Right.
I know this is difficult.
It's a lot more than that.
I've been a cop a long time.
I got three cousins and an uncle on the job too.
So you don't need to tell me what this is, all right?
Sorry to put you in this position.
But I don't have a choice.
Just do the best you can, okay?
I got a call from dispatch at 11:27.
I was in the area, so I rolled to the scene.
And what time did you arrive at the Red Envy Club?
Approximately 11:30.
Can you describe what you saw?
[sighs]
People running and screaming.
It was very chaotic.
- Did you hear gunshots? - Yeah.
Two, maybe three.
What did you do?
I called for--for backup.
While you were waiting for backup to arrive,
what did you see?
I saw more people running and screaming,
and I also saw a man with a gun running out of the building.
Could you describe him and what he was wearing?
He was tall, about 6 foot.
Um, and he was wearing a winter coat.
And he had, um, a mask covering his face.
Was he wearing a hat?
Yes. A blue knit cap.
Did you notice what kind of shoes he was wearing?
Boots.
Red Timberlands.
Does this man resemble the man you saw
fleeing the club with the gun in his hand?
Yes.
Same height and build, and he's wearing the same hat and boots
I saw on the shooter.
Did you provide this information
to Detectives Cosgrove and Shaw when they first talked to you?
No, I did not.
Why not?
Because...
[sighs]
'Cause I didn't want anyone to know
that I stayed in the patrol car and didn't engage
with the suspect.
Thank you. Nothing further.
Officer Riley, you described the scene as chaotic,
lots of people running and screaming.
It was late at night, so it was also very dark,
which means you can't be certain
of what the man with the gun looked like,
or how tall he was, or what color hat
or boots he was wearing.
Isn't that right?
Uh, I mean, as for the height, it's--it's impossible
to know for sure.
Like I said, he looked--he looked
pretty tall, about 6 foot.
But the hat was blue, and the-- the boots were red Timberlands.
My kid has the exact same pair. I know what they look like.
I mean, I know what they cost.
- Okay. - You kidding me? [chuckles]
Okay.
Sounds like you got a good look at the shooter.
But like you just said, you lied
to the homicide detectives about this, correct?
Yes.
When they asked you the first time
if you saw the shooter, you said no.
You said you got there six minutes after the 911 call,
not three.
[tense music]
Correct.
And the reason you did this was
because you didn't want anyone to know
that you were a coward.
- Objection. - Sustained.
I will rephrase.
You didn't want anyone to know that you chose to remain
in your police vehicle, rather than trying
to apprehend the suspect.
- Correct. - Objection.
Your Honor, I've already been over this.
Overruled.
So, Officer Riley, you deliberately subverted
a homicide investigation because
you were ashamed of your cowardice.
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Correct.
So you admit that you lied to two fellow police officers,
and yet you expect the jury to believe your testimony.
Yes, I do, because I'm telling the truth.
So you lie sometimes and tell the truth other times.
Is that what you're saying?
No, that is not what I'm saying.
I'm saying I lied because I was ashamed,
and that when I saw the suspect fleeing,
I--
I froze.
You were afraid?
You were worried about your own personal safety,
rather than the safety of the innocent men and women
you are paid to protect.
No, I wasn't afraid.
I just chose--
I chose not to engage, right?
I mean, like I said before, I--I froze.
Yet you were able to describe what the shooter was wearing.
How can you freeze and process detailed information
at the same time?
That--that doesn't make sense.
Either you froze, in which case
you didn't see the suspect fleeing the club,
or you were afraid,
- which means-- - Which means I'm human.
That's it. That's all it means.
Which means on that night, at that one moment,
I chose not to engage.
Where were you the other 500 times I did engage?
Where I risked my life?
So you admit that you were a coward
- on the night in question. - No, I do not.
I do not admit that.
I just--
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I just--I just didn't--
I just didn't respond the way that I--that I should have,
the way that I normally do.
But I'm a good cop.
I am.
I may not be perfect or--or a hero...
But I saw the shooter.
I saw a man with Bishop Bell's build,
wearing a blue hat and red Timberland boots,
running out of that club,
waving a gun with his right hand.
So you can insult me all you want,
but I know what I saw.
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Morning, Nolan.
Morning.
Fairly sure I'm the only person in the office
who still stops at the newsstand.
Surprised they still exist.
He doesn't deserve this.
He just--he froze.
Let's face it. Most people are just people.
That's what makes heroes so special, right?
By definition, they're willing to do the things
that most people aren't.
This isn't on you, Nolan.
You did the right thing.
[phone dings]
Jury's back.
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All rise.
Mr. Foreman, have you agreed upon a verdict?
Yes, Your Honor.
We find the defendant, Bishop Bell,
guilty of murder in the second degree.
Listen to me. I cannot go to jail.
Members of the jury, thank you for your service.
[gavel bangs]
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- You Nolan Price? - Yeah, what can I do for you?
[grunting]
Son of a bitch! I hope you're happy!
Hope you feel good about all this,
ruining the life of a good cop!
[officers shouting]
Hey, you okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
What the hell was that about?
What? What is it?
Story just broke.
What story?
Riley committed suicide a couple hours ago.
[dramatic music]
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[wolf howls]