My brother was just 18 when he was murdered.
The guy who killed him has cancer.
Wants to get out of prison early.
I'm Serena Wade. I'm a documentary filmmaker.
She is just trying to tell Mikey's side.
Killer's lawyers claim to have found evidence
of prosecutorial misconduct.
The knife wounds on my brother's body
were inflicted postmortem.
The only reason to stab someone after they're dead...
Is to stage a crime scene.
You ready to sit down for an interview?
First I have to find out what really happened to my brother.
Okay, great. Yeah, thanks for the update.
I gotta go. Love you, sis.
Something going on with your brother's case?
Davis' lawyers want the prosecutor to turn over
his old case file, but the court hasn't ruled yet.
So you finally read the motion.
How you feeling about it?
Sometimes bad people are just bad people.
Like every monster inside this hellhole.
Speaking of, what do we know about this informant?
His name is Mays Miller.
Doing an eight year stretch on a gun charge.
Member of the Aryan Saints.
Supposedly has some information on the Exley case.
You know Jack and I used to work together, right?
- We were friends. - I'm aware.
What kind of information?
Don't know yet... that's why we're gonna spend
some quality time with this dirty, white supremacist
in this charming penitentiary,
because we love our jobs, right?
Dan, this is Agent Gaines.
You wanna hit the breakfast buffet? Maybe take a sauna first?
Dan loves bad prison jokes.
He's been assigned here three years.
It's a defense mechanism, right, Dan?
- Nice to meet you. - You done this drill before?
- Many times. - Good.
Some news before we go back.
Miller told me this info he has
is on one of his own A.S. gang members.
No idea if that's true, but we pulled him
from gen pop two days ago for his own protection.
Cover story is, he's in the infirmary with Covid symptoms.
- Anybody buying that? - So far, so good.
But the warden cancelled visitation today
for all Aryan Saints just in case.
Probably best not to have them
wandering the admin unit while you're here.
- Anything else? - Nope, just follow me.
Don't make eye contact if you see any inmates.
Especially you.
Yeah, especially you, Greta Garbo.
You being a good boy for your auntie?
Yes, sir.
You being good in the fourth grade?
Uh-huh.
What about that package I sent you?
Did you get it?
Odell, sit up straight.
Talk to your father.
Yeah, I got it. Thank you.
Good.
You know, I saved two weeks for the commissary.
I know how much you like them M&M's.
I do.
But only the green ones. Not the yellow ones.
So what else have you been up to, little man?
You... you playing any sports?
When in six months?
I'm sorry. What's that?
Auntie says you're getting out in six months.
When in six months?
Uh, No... November 19th.
I'll be home for Thanksgiving,
and we get to make a turkey
- and watch some football. - Yeah.
And have ourselves a good, old time.
How's that sound?
Amazing.
I ain't talking with him in here.
You, either. Rats on a ship.
Takes one to know one.
Thanks, Dan.
I have a Pilates class in an hour, so make it quick.
I was with two of my A.S. brothers
when your agent got popped.
And I know who pulled the trigger.
And we should believe you because?
You think I would go through all this crap
just to make something up?
Beats sitting in a cell all day.
May 4, 2021, two shots to the head, one to the chest.
An alley behind the Hallmark Garden projects in Albany.
I saw that on the news too. Common knowledge.
Three shots fired, and you only found
one shell casing, right? From a .45?
It was his favorite piece.
He was pissed when he had to get rid of it.
After he took the wallet, we wiped down the car for prints.
We spent 20 minutes trying to find that third shell casing.
That wasn't in the news, was it?
No.
So who is this guy?
He's big.
Top dog shot caller for the A.S.,
and he's still on the outside.
We need a name.
Otherwise, you're wasting our time.
I'm curious.
You've been in here, what, eight months now?
And you're just coming forward?
- I have my reasons. - Which are?
What the hell does it matter?
How many unsolved murders are there of FBI agents right now?
Just one. Jack Exley.
And I can tell you who did it,
but I'm not naming names until I get a deal.
I want my sentence commuted.
And I want witness protection.
Somewhere far away like California.
And I want it in writing from the U.S. attorney.
- We'll see what we can do. - Damn right you will.
Let me tell you something. If you're lying...
- I'm not. - If you're lying,
there's no deal
and you stay in here
with a big-ass target on your back.
Do you understand?
- We're done in here. - Yeah.
Ah, man, you know I'm not going anywhere.
- Shut your bitch-ass mouth. - Damn, man.
Keep walking.
Hey, back in your seats.
- Whoa, whoa. - Hey, get off me, man!
Get off me, man! Get off me!
Get off me!
What the hell?
Code six, code six!
Officers down!
Disturbance Control to the Admin Unit now!
Sixty-Fivers shivved a guard and took Miller!
Down! On the floor now! Stay down!
- What the hell? - Everybody, chill out!
Out, out, out, out. Come on. Come on, move, move, move.
- Let's go! - Dad?
Everybody out! Everybody out! Go, go, go!
- Come on, come on, come on! - Hang in there, man.
You're gonna be all right. We got help on the way.
- I need you to talk to me, man. - We gotta go. We gotta go.
- We gotta go. Let's go. - Everybody out.
- Odell, no! Odell! - My dad didn't do anything!
Odell, go! Go to Auntie!
Get out of here! Go! Go!
Agent Scott, we gotta move.
Let's go. Let's go.
We gotta go. We gotta go. Come on!
Agent Gaines!
Lockdown. Lockdown. Lockdown. Lockdown.
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Well, this is fun.
- How long we gonna be here? - I don't know.
Door bolts automatically in a lockdown, so.
Lieutenant Decleva.
We're all clear.
Admin Unit secure.
We need intel on what the hell happened.
See what you can find.
Where's the warden?
A and C blocks are secured. B's the problem.
It's sealed off from the rest of the prison.
And none of the inmates were inside their cells
when the lockdown was engaged.
They just running free like a bunch of banshees.
Sixty-Fivers got control of Broadway and the cell block.
They got three of our officers hostage.
The Aryan Saints are holed up in the kitchen.
They got two of our guys
and one of our cooks just sitting there.
Fat Eddie. Damn.
The only thing separating
the Sixty-Fivers from the A.S. is a rec room.
It's a no-man's land.
They're already setting up barricades.
I'm assuming these gangs
have a serious problem with one another.
It's a prison.
Everybody's got a problem with somebody.
Any other civilians besides the cook?
We got the rest of our staff out,
but there's our nurse in the infirmary... Carol.
Are you telling me she's in the lockdown zone?
Yes, but she's a pro. She's tough.
The infirmary's secured,
and so are her three patients inside.
- Where's Miller? - Who?
Mays Miller. I'm not seeing him anywhere.
What do you care about him for?
He's a person of interest in the murder of an FBI agent
who happened to be a good friend of mine.
Is BOP sending a SORT squad?
They're already on the way.
I'm not leaving here without him.
Yeah.
Your people have arrived.
Agent Gaines, if Miller's a snitch,
he's probably already dead.
Well, thank you for sharing.
We don't really work on probably.
We're live outside the federal prison in Hopewell
where in the last 30 minutes or so,
a disturbance broke out amongst the inmates.
The situation is fluid...
His name is Mays Miller.
Claims he was there when it happened.
See if you can trace his movements and put him in Albany
the night Agent Exley was murdered.
I need to know his info is good.
- Copy that. - We know what we have yet?
Nope, and honestly, I don't care.
Right now, our priority is finding this Miller guy.
He could put Exley's killer away.
A manhunt inside a prison during a riot.
Just got word, the guys
that took Miller are definitely Sixty-Fivers.
Do we know why they took him?
No, but I'd guess it's about turf.
The A.S. control most of the rackets in here.
Drugs, prostitution, gambling.
The Sixty-Fivers don't like it,
so they could've taken Miller for leverage.
Trying to start something.
Tell me who the players are.
I need to know exactly who we're dealing with.
Sixty-Fivers leader's Alonzo Stackhouse.
Doing a life sentence for felony murder.
He's been in charge as long as I've been here.
Justin Sykes runs the Aryan Saints.
Sneaky, ruthless.
Even his own guys are scared of him.
These two hate each other.
The white supremacist and the Black gang leader?
- Shocking. - You have to help me.
- I can't find Odell. - Easy. Who's Odell?
My nephew. He's only ten years old.
We were visiting his father when all this started.
- Wait, he didn't get out? - No.
And now he's disappeared. We have to find him.
- Okay. - Who's the captain here?
Can you tell me the father's name?
- Jordan. Jordan Williams. - Jack Shrake.
Special Agent Remy Scott. We got a situation.
This is from 20 minutes ago.
He went into the bathroom during the initial melee.
Is that inside the lockdown zone?
Yes, and there's Aryan Saints everywhere.
He's probably scared to death.
All right, we know where Odell is. That's mission one.
Can we access the B block
without walking the floor to look for Miller?
Ladder in the boiler room
takes you to the service tunnels just above the cells.
We'll split our teams.
Half to the bathroom to grab the kid,
half to the service tunnels to look for Miller.
Roger that. I'll get my guys.
You know women are a high-value target in there.
I'm okay with you sitting this one out.
I'm good.
Look, I want Miller, and I want him alive,
so shall we?
Odell.
Odell, you in here?
It's the FBI, sweetie. We just wanna help.
S block's clear.
Remy.
How the hell did he get this off?
Could've been loose already.
Inmates could be using it to store weapons, contraband.
Smart kid.
You think he's in the air ducts?
Where else would he be?
Come on, we gotta find him
before these lunatic inmates do.
Why are you meeting with the Feds?
I walk with the pride of Aryan Saint.
Not for the helpless, the weak, or...
You gonna recite the pledge, huh?
You dumb bastard.
Your crew hates you more than we do.
Sykes knew you were gonna snitch,
so he made me a deal.
50% of the sales in B block in exchange for you.
Moron.
He should've told your grunts.
As soon as we snatched you up, they came for us.
And now...
We find ourselves in a real...
pickle.
My bloodline is pure, my purpose is clear.
- Nothing will... - Shut your mouth!
Listen!
Hey, he's no good to us dead, man.
Hey. Hey!
Dixon.
Jordan is right. Leave him be.
Whatever this prick knows,
the Saints want him probably more than the Feds.
You get word to Sykes, and you tell him
the price on Miller just went up.
Way up.
Egues, cut it out.
I told you, no more meds.
- Oh! - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
We're in lockdown.
It's just you, me, them.
Wanna have a party? Huh?
Got a location on Miller.
He's in the day room halfway down B block.
He's with Stackhouse and Odell's father, Jordan.
He's still alive, but he's in bad shape.
They're talking about renegotiating their deal
- with the Aryan Saints. - What deal?
Apparently the A.S. knew Miller was gonna snitch today,
so they made a deal with the Sixty-Fivers
to grab him since they didn't have access to visitation.
They're desperate to keep Miller from talking.
So now that the Sixty-Fivers have their golden goose,
they wanna redo their terms.
How's Odell? Y'all find him?
He pried off a grate and crawled into an air duct.
We're waiting on Hana to send us the prison blueprints,
but he could be anywhere right now.
I don't wanna wait.
We need to breach and put an end to this now.
No, we should open a line of communication first.
Find out what these guys want.
I got five officers and two civilians in there.
And they'll all be dead, along with a ten-year-old boy
and our informant if we breach now.
- It's too soon. - He's right.
First priority is to deescalate, establish trust.
Let them know we're here. Let them know we're listening.
Lower the temperature.
- These radios charged? - Yeah.
All right, we'll go back in
and figure out a way to make contact.
I can do it. I know where to go.
These guys already know me and hate me.
No reason to paint a bigger target on all your backs.
He has a point. Let's not provoke them again.
- You sure? - Yes, sir.
Go.
Dixon!
I know you're down there.
Get this to Stackhouse.
FBI wants to talk.
- Who told you that? - Dixon.
Said it came straight from Stackhouse.
Now they want A and C block too.
The deal was just for B.
I know, Justin. I'm just telling you...
Son of a bitch!
This is why we don't make deals with your kind.
'Cause you are all damn liars,
and you cannot be trusted.
It's Decleva.
Feds wanna talk.
They're not the only ones.
We do this the hard way or the easy way.
Get your hands off me, you pig.
You know how long it's been since I've been with a woman?
Judging by your breath, I'd say never.
Help! Help me in here!
Shut up.
What the hell?
You bitch.
It's okay.
It's okay. Don't be scared.
My name is Carol.
I'm a nurse. I work here.
Who are you?
Odell.
Are you okay?
Hey, look, this man was trying to hurt me.
He might've hurt you too.
So I had to fight back. You understand that, right?
I guess so.
But we're safe and sound in here now.
And I'm sure they'll be coming to get us soon.
Why don't you just call them?
Well, because he cut the line.
But like I said, we're safe and sound in here now.
So were you visiting your father today?
Yeah.
He's here 'cause he stole money from a bank.
But he's coming home soon.
He's not really a bad person.
He just made a mistake.
Is your father okay?
I think so.
The men in the visiting room,
some of them started fighting, but not my dad.
Hey, look, this will all be over soon
and then you'll be able to go and see him.
Just... just maybe not today.
- Carol. - In here.
See, the guards are here to help us,
and they're gonna make sure that we're okay.
Come on, Odell, I got you.
I got you, okay? Don't worry.
Don't worry, it's gonna be fine.
Just keep walking. Don't look. Just keep walking, okay?
Andrew, thank God.
- Jordan's boy. - Yes, sir.
Look, he's had a rough few hours,
but Odell, it's gonna be okay.
He's gonna come and take us out.
Come on. Not you. You stay here.
- There's no way in hell... - Just sit tight.
Someone will be back for you soon.
- Andrew, I'm not... - Stay back!
Hey, hey, where are you going?
Stop.
Andrew!
What's going on?
- Did the inmates make contact? - Not yet.
Check this out.
He found Odell. Thank God.
What do you mean?
That's Officer Decleva, and he's not heading our way.
He's going right back into the riot.
What the hell happened?
He took the kid out of the infirmary,
forced the nurse to stay behind,
and he's not answering his radio.
Somebody turned him.
We deactivated his key card, but he's got the kid,
and we don't know where he's going.
That's the Aryan Saints.
They've broken into some kind of supply cage.
Yeah, they're getting ready for war.
They're going after the Sixty-Fivers.
Yeah, but they're also breaking through that wall.
Where is this?
Maintenance hallway off the kitchen.
What's on the other side of that wall?
The infirmary.
They're going after the drugs.
Yeah, your nurse is alone in there too.
Miller's gonna have to wait.
Kristin and I will take a SORT team to the infirmary.
Barnes and Ray, grab a back-up and track down Odell
through the service tunnels.
- Go. - Yep.
The drug cabinets! Bust them up!
Grab everything you can!
- Let's go load up! - Come on!
- Hit that door! Come on! - Yeah!
- Jet, come on. - Down here!
I see what I want.
Back! Everybody back!
Get back, men, get back!
Carol, come on. Let's get you out of here.
Back up now!
Go, go, go, go!
Get the hell out, or I melt this man's face off!
Go ahead! Fry him!
Then we get the rest of them in the kitchen.
Take it easy. We're standing down.
Hell yeah. Run, you little bitches.
This joint belongs to us now.
Your nurse is at the hospital.
- She's gonna be okay. - Good.
An inmate in the infirmary tried to rape her.
She killed him before he could.
These guys are dirtbags.
- Anything on Odell? - No. They're still looking.
Meanwhile these A.S. guys are going to town.
Yeah, this is not gonna help.
Good evening, ladies. I assume you can see me.
Justin Sykes is it?
Straight outta hell.
Okay. What do you want?
How do we take things down a notch
and stop these men from acting like animals?
This place turned them into animals.
- Okay, let's address that. - How?
You got extra mashed potatoes? A new basketball?
That's funny.
You don't have any demands?
It ain't Attica, boss.
We don't have no demands.
So what's the point of all this?
The point?
Well, these men want out of the rat hole.
They want retribution.
Every day in here is like sitting in a powder keg
waiting for a spark.
The pressure, it builds and it builds
until one day, the whole damn madhouse explodes.
That's when dudes just start wildin' out.
Killing each other.
And there's nothing you or I can do to stop it.
You know what? I don't believe that.
You have a tight organization.
Yeah, we protect our own.
Everybody else, well, let's just say
we got some scores to settle.
Come on, Sykes, they'll listen to you.
Let's get the ball rolling and find a way out of this.
You wanna get the ball rolling?
You bring me that snitch, Miller.
We don't have him. The Sixty-Fivers do.
Yeah, damn right, and they screwed us.
Now, you fix it.
You can't expect us to deliver a man to you
so you can torture and kill him.
Sykes, just so you're aware.
When we get Miller, and we will,
you'll never lay eyes on him again.
Do you think I'm messing around here, warden?
Let me set your mind straight.
This semi is a gift
from Corrections Officer Andrew Decleva.
Come on out here, Andy-boy.
Say hello to the people.
They threatened my family. I didn't have a choice.
Sykes, listen to me.
Let's just calm down and not kill anybody else.
Please.
I am calm.
You are the one who needs to listen 'cause I wanna
show you the second gift Andrew brought me tonight.
It's good.
Come here. Come here.
Tell Stackhouse, Miller for the kid, straight up.
Or the boy's the next to go.
You have an hour.
You telling me Sykes has Jordan's little kid?
He got lost in the shuffle in the visitor's area.
They're holding him in the infirmary.
We have video confirmation.
And what are you gonna do about that?
- We can't extract him in time. - In time for what?
- They want Miller in an hour. - Or what?
Sykes says he'll kill Odell.
I'll get back to you.
Come on!
You think the Saints are bluffing?
Sykes is too stupid to bluff.
So let's just deliver up this snitch and get my boy...
- Oh, come on, man. - You shut the hell up.
I mean, why not?
That's what you was planning on doing anyway.
That's before we realized we had the golden ticket.
This little bitch
is gonna make our lives a whole lot sweeter.
We gonna run phones and pills in A and C blocks now.
White power will be slavin' for us.
Stack, but what about my boy?
I know.
I know it's hard to swallow, man.
I mean, I hate to say it, Jordan.
But your boy is just a commodity now.
Nothing more.
And if we ain't getting no value trading for him,
it don't do nothing for nobody but you.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I see that.
This...
Is your family here.
And we all in this together, right?
Yeah, yeah.
Now, let me get back to this man,
so he can tell Sykes where to shove his ultimatum.
You stash him somewhere safe
in case the bosses try and take back the block.
Let's go.
Keep walking.
You heard the man.
The Sixty-Fivers won't trade Miller for Odell.
That's that.
I'm greenlighting SWAT and SORT to breach.
Oh, hell no.
This place will burn to the ground.
Odell and Miller will both be in jeopardy.
Don't you get that?
If the gang members don't murder them outright,
they're just gonna use them as human shields.
They'll never survive the crossfire.
I just watched one of my men get shot in cold blood.
I got four more in the hospital.
One's on life support.
And God knows how many dead inmates.
It's time to put an end to this carnage.
We are talking about a ten-year-old boy.
Sykes is never gonna follow through with that.
His threat is on record.
That's a slam dunk death penalty.
And as far as your guy Miller,
he made his bed when he called you in here.
You gonna try and put that on us?
We didn't make this mess.
You know what?
I think it's time you took your FBI boys
and get out of my prison.
We're not going anywhere.
Sykes doesn't know Stackhouse balked.
We have 45 minutes to get this done.
So what? You got 45 minutes.
The Saints are just gonna kill Miller anyway.
They'll probably use the torch on him first.
I'm not gonna let that happen.
- How? - We'll work it out on the fly,
but I will tell you this.
If that boy dies,
your next job is gonna be warden of the local dog pound.
Ray, show me those tunnels.
Yup.
- On the ground, both of you. - Don't move.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Stay back! Or I'll kill him!
Hey, bring my son to me,
or I'll cut this snitch's throat.
We're on your side. We're FBI, Jordan.
I don't care who you are. I want my son.
Yeah, we want that too.
The Saints are fixing to kill him.
We're not gonna let that happen.
So why don't we start with you lowering your weapon?
Not a chance.
Bring Odell to me or I'm doing this.
You gotta understand, I'm not a violent man.
I never held a knife to anyone's throat like this
till I landed in this hellhole.
We believe you, all right?
The system forced your hand.
I know a good man when I see one.
But don't get me wrong, if I don't get Odell back
right here, right now, this punk-ass
- doesn't leave here alive. - Then you have to trust us.
We have a plan if you hand over Miller now.
Mm-mm, he's the only leverage I got.
Then we can use it.
Just reach out to Sykes.
Tell him you'll do a swap in the yard.
Miller for Odell.
You might as well kill me now.
You're no good to us dead, Miller.
And once you're safe,
you're giving us that name we want.
- You understand me? - Yeah.
Or I will walk you back into the Saints
- and they will kill you. - I said I will.
It's all on you now, Jordan.
If I let him go, how do I know you won't just take him?
You have my word.
How's this all gonna go down?
14 minutes.
I promise you, this ain't a con.
We can make this happen.
This is a chance to save your kid.
Take it.
Come on, Jordan.
How... how do I get word to Sykes?
There's a maintenance hallway
between the kitchen and the infirmary.
Saints knocked the wall down.
Yeah, I... I... I know it.
We good?
Yeah, we good.
Then go save your son's life.
What's the plan?
First, we get the warden to pull the officers
- off the yard tower. - Then what?
Then we find you a prison uniform.
Sykes.
You really gonna do the kid like you did Officer Cane?
I don't make promises I don't keep.
Develop a conscience all of a sudden?
We let you tell your little story to the warden
so he'd think we threatened you.
But you are in this, Andrew. Full on. Blood in, blood out.
Hey.
- Justin. - Yeah?
Well, well, well.
Proud papi, come to see the show?
Screw you.
You want Miller?
Stackhouse finally coming around, huh?
No, but I know where they keeping him.
Bring my boy to the yard in ten minutes.
Just you and him.
Somebody be there with Miller.
That snitch is a dead man walking.
I don't care what you do to him. I just want my kid back.
If this is a double cross...
You think I try to play you?
I know what you'd do to my son.
Ten minutes.
Go, go. Get.
Who are you?
I'm Stack's man.
You want this punk?
I never seen you before.
Sykes has a gun.
Repeat. Sykes has a gun.
This the blood of one of your goons I merc'ed in B block.
You can ask your man for my credentials.
All right, send him over.
No, you send the boy over first.
Then I'll let him go.
It's all a misunderstanding, Justin.
You gotta believe me.
Sure. You know, let's talk about it.
- Come on, come on, come on. - Good to see you again, Mays.
I heard you were under the weather.
Sykes is down!
Odell is with us! Greenlight the breach!
Greenlight the breach!
- Hey, you all right? - Yeah.
Hey, your dad sent me to get you, okay?
You're safe now.
- Come on! - Get back! Come on!
Stop where you are! Get on the ground now!
Let me see your hands!
Okay, okay! All right, man!
On your knees. On your knees!
I knew you were Sykes' bitch.
Stackhouse! Drop the weapon.
You never getting out of here now, scumbag.
I wasn't getting out anyway.
Officer down. Officer down.
We need medical assistance, B unit.
Jordan can't go back in there.
You'll make the arrangements?
I'll transfer him to another prison
so he can finish off his sentence.
Can he have a moment with his son?
- Make it quick. - Come on.
Okay, hey, um, you think you can take these off
so I can give my boy a hug?
I'm sorry, brother, I can't do that.
I understand.
Thank you, man, for everything you did.
- For real. - Yeah.
You know if the families have been contacted?
My supervisor's on it. I know for sure...
Well, you got yourself a deal.
So tell us. Who killed Jack Exley?
- His name's Ralph Maguire. - And where do we find him?
He hangs out with some brothers
at a biker bar near Albany. Rucker's.
Okay, so I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Why rat him out now? Why risk it?
Besides the fact that I get Wit Pro?
Word is Ralph's been screwing my wife for the past two years.
Good riddance to both them bitches.
Let's go.
Hey, you okay?
- Did anybody hurt you? - No.
I was scared, though.
I am sorry this happened, though.
But listen, you were so brave,
and I am so proud of you, and...
I'm never gonna forget how strong you were today.
Come here. Give me a hug. Give me a hug.
Hey, listen. Hey.
I'm gonna see you at Thanksgiving, okay?
- Ralph Maguire. - Who wants to know?
The Federal Bureau of Investigation.
You're under arrest for the murder of Special Agent Jack Exley.
Turn around. Put your hands on the bar.
Mays Miller is a dead man.
Well, I don't know who that is,
but I'll be sure to tell the U.S. attorney she can add
that threat to your charges. Thank you.
Get him out of here.
The court granted the motion three hours ago.
I'm headed to Florida tomorrow,
but I already talked to Davis' lawyers.
Did they tell you what's in the prosecutor's file?
Not everything, but they were excited.
They said there's a statement in there from a witness
he never turned over, and they think
- it's a clear Brady violation. - What does that mean?
It means whatever this person said
was helpful to the defense
and should've been turned over to Davis' attorneys.
- Who's the witness? - All they would say is,
it's a woman who claimed she saw your brother arguing
with a white man on the beach the night he disappeared,
hours after he left the bar.
A white man?
Then it couldn't have been Larry Davis.
- Exactly. - What's this woman's name?
- They wouldn't tell me. - What?
That's ridiculous. I wanna see this file.
So do I, but I'm not a party to the case,
- and neither are you. - I don't care.
- Remy. - If she's still alive,
I wanna find her and talk to her.
I understand, but that is gonna be up to the lawyers.
If the man who really killed Mikey is still out there,
you don't think I'll do everything in my power
to hunt him down like the scum he is?
We don't wanna screw up the case.
It's already screwed up!
What are you doing?
I told you, I wanna see that file.
- Hey. - Where's the lawyer's number?
- Where is it? - It's on the last page.
Unbelievable.
- Florida Innocence Project. - Mika Rose.
Who's calling, please?
Special Agent Remy Scott, FBI.
It's about her client, Larry Michael Davis.