I can help.
You just need to have some trust.
Do you read the Bible?
No.
Me neither.
My mother used to, though.
When I was down and out, she'd always quote this same passage.
It goes something like,
"When the righteous cry for help,
the Lord rescues them from their trouble."
I don't get it.
It means I can't help you,
unless you actually want my help.
All you care about is that little sexy girlfriend
that you always be around all the time, I--
Watch yourself, Alex. No, you watch yourself!
Okay, Al.
It's time to go.
You crazy, bro? I'm trying to help you, man.
Get off of me! Go!
Get out of here.
Now.
Hey, uh, it's me.
I'm--I'm on my way home, but...
Yeah, call--
yeah, call the cops, uh, tell them--
tell them-- tell them--
Please, don't do this, please--
This is a small town.
We don't have a lot of resources,
so I appreciate you guys coming out and getting involved.
Of course.
Hi. Hi.
Special Agent Bell. This is Special Agent Zidan.
Good luck, Vanessa.
Thank you.
Thanks.
So, Vanessa, can you, um, just tell us what's going on?
Yeah, okay.
Well, my boyfriend, Patrick, never came home last night.
So I called 911,
the police came over,
started asking me questions, making phone calls.
But then they said that I should call the FBI--
that you guys are more equipped to handle things like this.
Has Patrick ever not come home before?
No, he says 8:15, he means 8:15.
Or 8:10, he's very organized and disciplined.
When was the last time you spoke to him?
Uh... last night. About 7:30.
He was in Coney Island walking around, clearing his head.
He called to say that he was on his way home, but then he--
he got real nervous,
like--like something had happened,
or was happening.
What do you mean?
He said, "Call the police."
And I was like, "What are you talking about?
What's going on?"
He didn't respond, but I heard him say to someone,
"Please don't do this."
Did you hear anything else? I mean, yeah.
I heard some voices, some yelling,
but then the phone went dead.
Has anything unusual been happening in Patrick's life?
Any recent altercations or arguments?
Yeah, he got into an argument yesterday with a student.
Said the kid tried to punch him.
That's why he went down to the boardwalk.
He was feeling really bad about it.
What's the kid's name? I don't know.
I can call the principal if you want.
That's okay. We can take it from here.
Look, if anything else comes up, please, call me.
All right, we're looking for a man named Patrick Miller.
He's an English teacher at West Harbor High on Long Island.
He's been missing since yesterday evening.
His last communication
was with his girlfriend, Vanessa Gallo, at 7:27 p.m.
During the call, he told her to call the police,
and his phone went dead shortly thereafter.
Based on what we know at the moment,
Mr. Miller appears to be an upstanding human being.
He was captain of the Hofstra wrestling team.
He was voted West Harbor High's Teacher of the Year not once,
not twice, but three times-- Hey.
Yeah, tell me. I was able to track
the phone call Miller made to his girlfriend.
Good, good. Pinged off a tower
four blocks from the Coney Island boardwalk.
All right, let's do this.
Let's start pulling surveillance footage
in the vicinity of the Coney Island Boardwalk.
Put a BOLO out on Miller's car, and Mike--
Let's get some patrol officers from the 61st over there.
I'm guessing Mr. Miller's car isn't too far
from that cell tower.
A lot of blood on the pavement.
On the side of the car too.
Some on the inside as well. Yeah?
Victim was trying to get into his car.
Opens the door, gets attacked,
blood starts to fly, he falls to the ground,
and his head hits the pavement right about here.
Yeah, and then he, or they, drag the body that way,
causing these transfer stains.
Yeah, they were probably pulling him to a vehicle,
gettin' the hell out of here.
All right, let's get ERT out here right away.
I don't know exactly what happened,
but it was definitely brutal.
The amount of pulling was significant.
The blood splatter on the door right here.
Medium velocity impact spatter.
The stains are 2 to 3 millimeters in diameter.
And over here,
we have some castoff.
Looks like an object was swung in an arc.
How many times do you think he was struck?
Mm, uh...
based on the number of distinct arcs,
20, maybe more?
What type of weapon?
Pipe, maybe...
a baseball bat?
Any chance the victim's still alive?
It's impossible to say for sure, but it's highly unlikely.
Okay, so the assailants attack Miller,
drag him to another vehicle, and then dump him.
The question is where. And why.
Why would someone do this
to a seemingly decent, hardworking teacher?
Maggie Bell.
Hey.
Great, great.
Thank you for getting back to me so quickly.
That was the principal of West Harbor High.
Alex Williams was the student
who threw a punch at Patrick Miller.
Okay, great. Thank you.
So we spoke with your principal yesterday.
Said that you got into a pretty intense argument
with Mr. Miller.
So intense that Mr. Miller
filed a report with the principal.
Said you threw a punch at him.
Yeah, I did.
How come?
Mm. I was mad.
Mad about what?
I just wanna graduate, all right?
But what?
Mr. Miller said he didn't care?
Said he was gonna fail you no matter what?
No, no, he said the opposite, all right?
He said he was actually trying to help me get my grade up
so I could graduate.
So he was trying to help you.
Okay, then why did you get so upset?
I don't know!
I guess I was in a bad mood.
I said something about his girl,
Mr. Miller started tripping, and he told me to get out.
Where'd you go after that?
I went home, I got something to eat, and...
And then I went to work at this restaurant.
Vinny's.
Do you know any students who don't like Mr. Miller?
Think he's unfair?
Nah, most of the kids, they think he's cool.
But I did see him and this other dude.
A grown-up. They--
They were going at it a few days ago
in the school parking lot.
It was pretty nasty too.
Yeah, let's go deeper into this.
Hey, the high school kid's alibi checks out.
Yeah, he was at Vinny's from 4:15 to 10:30.
Okay, what about this argument in the parking lot?
Yeah, that checks out too.
Take a look at that.
All right, here we go.
Those two weren't messing around.
Especially the dude in the black pickup.
Yeah, and I think I know why.
That black pickup
belongs to a Max Bailey.
He's married, he's got one son, age 11.
His wife's name is Vanessa,
as in Vanessa Gallo.
Patrick's girlfriend.
What? Max was at the high school?
He was, in an argument with Patrick.
That's really sad.
But I'm not surprised.
Why do you say that?
Max isn't taking the breakup too well.
He's been calling and texting a lot.
He wanted to get back together, but I don't.
I keep telling him that I've moved on,
that I'm dating Patrick.
Has he ever said anything specific
about wanting to hurt Patrick?
No.
But a few days ago,
I told him Patrick and I were going to get married
after the divorce was finalized.
And he got really upset.
He said he still loved me,
that he deserved another chance.
Then he called me a whore,
threw a beer bottle, and stormed out.
Max Bailey! FBI!
I'll walk around back.
♪ Polo hangin', double-X white tee ♪
Mr. Bailey!
Don't move.
Sir.
I'm going to turn around nice and slow.
The hell you doing here? Snooping around?
Mr. Bailey. I'm with the FBI.
So am I.
Drop the weapon now, or I will shoot you.
We just want to ask you some questions, Max, okay?
Do yourself a favor, and put the weapon down.
Now.
Look.
Look, man, I'm sorry, I-I thought you were someone else.
All right? I owe this guy money.
He said he was sending someone over to collect, all right?
I had no clue you were FBI.
Perfectly understandable, Max.
Debt collectors make rational people nervous.
In fact, we might even overlook what just happened.
But you're gonna need to answer some questions first.
What do you mean Patrick Miller's gone missing?
We mean no one's seen him
or talked to him for the past 19 hours.
So?
So we found a lot of blood near his car--his blood.
And we're pretty sure he's not sipping margaritas in Cabo
right now. Well, maybe not,
but that's got nothing to do with me.
I got no idea where he is.
So this has nothing to do with him dating Vanessa?
Or that little argument the two of you got into a few days ago
at West Harbor High School? No, nothing.
Nothing, okay, so what were you two chatting about?
This guy Miller's bad news.
And I don't want him near my wife or my family.
Why? He's a pedophile.
Do you have proof of this?
He's dating one of his students.
You need to be more specific, pal.
All right, look.
I'm not proud of this, but I started following him.
And the other day,
I saw him on some street corner with a young girl.
I don't know, 16, 17.
And they were talking real close and personal.
So I jumped out of my car and confronted him.
He totally freaked out.
Told the girl to run away,
begged me to keep my mouth shut.
He offered me cash too.
Well, what did you say?
"Stay away from Vanessa, or I'll tell the world
you're screwing one of your students."
All, right, Trey, appreciate it--take care of it?
Hey. Hey.
I think Max Bailey might be telling the truth.
Yeah, about what? Everything.
Agents searched his car, apartment, office.
Haven't found anything connecting him to the attack.
And that story about the young girl?
That appears to be true as well.
He told us where he saw Miller and this young girl talking,
so we searched the neighborhood for surveillance video,
and we found this.
Hmm.
All right, let's track down the girl in this video.
She could be the reason Miller was attacked.
Assailant could be an angry father, brother, boyfriend.
All right, good, you guys want to head out
to Miller's apartment, see what you can find?
I'll call Maggie and OA, send them to the high school.
Will do.
Okay, well, do you recognize her by any chance?
No, I have no idea. I can't really see her face.
But this has to be a mistake.
There's no way Patrick Miller
is romantically involved with a student.
I just can't see it.
His record is impeccable.
Maybe.
I'd like to check it out myself anyway.
Well, like I said before, Patrick likes to make deep,
meaningful connections with his students.
This Bailey fella probably just misinterpreted what he saw.
We understand you have a high level of respect for him,
but could you please let us do our job?
Thank you.
Locked? Yup.
Okay, let me see if I can still do this.
Okay.
I think I got something.
"I don't know what I'd do without you.
"I'll meet you anywhere, anytime
as long as no one finds out. J."
Okay, well, it is definitely deep and meaningful,
but not in a good way.
We should get this to the lab right away.
Been 21 hours and Patrick Miller is still missing.
The angry, gun-toting, soon-to-be ex-husband
of Miller's gal pal has just officially been alibi'd out.
He was at his son's soccer game until 5:39 p.m., and then
he went to dinner with the team at a local pizza joint.
He was there until...
For the record,
he ordered a large pepperoni and mushroom pie,
a chef's salad, and two Diet Cokes.
But more importantly,
that means our only lead is a young brunette
we believe attends West Harbor High.
Problem is we don't know anything about her,
or how--or if--she's actually connected to any of this.
So-- Jubal.
Yes, Elise, please tell me you have something.
We pulled a print from the from the note Maggie found
in Miller's office, got a hit too.
Jessica Sanchez.
Senior at West Harbor High School.
Came to the U.S. two years ago from Tampico, Mexico,
was granted temporary asylum,
and is living with her aunt in Mineola.
All right. That's something.
Send Maggie and OA the address right away.
These people are FBI. They wanna talk to you, Jess.
Said it was important.
I gotta go to work, so. Yeah, that's okay.
Like I said, we just wanna talk to Jess--
She in trouble? No.
Do I need a lawyer? No.
She's not in trouble, ma'am.
Jessica, we just wanna ask you a couple questions
about your English teacher, Patrick Miller.
Do you two spend a lot of time together?
What does that mean? We're just trying
to understand the nature of your relationship.
Do you two see each other outside of the classroom?
Yeah.
But I don't want to talk about any of that.
Look, Jessica, um,
if your relationship is in any way romantic,
or you're having sex,
it's not your fault.
Sex? What are you talking about?
Mr. Miller was my teacher.
He was my friend. He was trying to save my life.
What do you mean?
He was trying to help get me out.
I'm sorry. Get you out of what?
Gang life.
I've been with the DT 15s since I was 13,
but I can't take it anymore, I just--
I wanna live a normal life, I wanna do normal things.
And Mr. Miller was gonna help me do all of that, but...
now he's dead.
Dead? You know that for sure?
Yeah.
Some people told me.
Do you know where his body is?
We got something.
Wait, Jessica, hold on. Just wait.
We got a body.
It's him.
Okay, okay, come on. Let's go over here.
It's my fault, this whole thing.
But why do you think this is your fault?
Some of the guys in the gang--
they heard Mr. Miller talking about trying to help me.
You think that's why they killed him?
Yes, but it's my fault because I went to him.
Wait, the gang doesn't know that you want out?
No, because if they did,
I'd be right there on the ground next to Mr. Miller.
Okay, let's get back in the car.
Cause of death was blunt force trauma.
Multiple contusions along the cervical spine and abdomen.
Multiple perimortem cranial fractures.
In plain English, he was beaten to death by a heavy object.
I'm guessing a baseball bat.
Hmm, multiple assailants? Looks that way.
There's also several lacerations
along the groin and thigh area.
So someone was slashing him
while the others were beating him?
Any defensive wounds?
No, it wasn't much of a fight.
Mm, well... bats and machetes
have a tendency to make fights less fair.
But I did find some saliva on the body.
Sent it off to the lab.
Great. Maybe put a rush on that?
Okay, Jessica, we're gonna need you to tell us everything.
Start from the beginning, okay? What you saw, what you heard.
Here, have a seat.
Okay, well,
I wasn't there, so I didn't see anything.
And I don't know for sure who actually killed him.
I just heard people talking. That's all.
You're gonna have to help us out.
You just woke up one day and said,
"I don't wanna be in a gang?"
No.
I woke up every day of my life saying that.
In my town, Tampico, everyone I know is DT 15.
My brothers, uncle.
And they made me join. And I hated it.
It just made me nervous and sad,
and I cried all the time.
And I just-- I had to get out of there.
So I got a note from a doctor.
And I told everyone that I was really sick
and that I needed to go to New York
to go to a special hospital or I'd die.
And then they found me in school and made me come back.
Made you?
If I didn't, they'd kill me.
This gang thing is for life.
The only way out is a coffin.
Jessica, I'm gonna get you out of this gang.
But will you help us find the people who killed Mr. Miller?
I'll do anything you want.
Anything, I just...
want to be free.
Okay.
Can you tell us about your past?
About the crimes that you've committed?
Because that's the only way that we can really help you.
Okay. I'll tell you everything.
Sometimes, we steal stuff.
You know, food, liquor.
And we ask for protection money
from stores and businesses.
And if they say no,
we break their windows or slash their tires.
And if they keep saying no,
that's when the boys get violent.
You know, beat them up with bats.
But I've never actually done that, so.
Thank you.
I appreciate your honesty.
Yeah.
We are gonna run this by our boss.
Okay, but there's one more thing I should tell you.
Okay.
When I was 14, I killed someone.
Can you tell us what happened?
There was this guy
named Ernesto.
They thought he was stealing from the gang.
And so,
they tied him up
around a tree.
The leader, Miguel, he gave me a machete
and he told me to slit his throat.
He looked at me, he said,
"If you don't do it, we gotta kill you."
And then he looked to my uncle, pulled out a gun,
and pointed it at my head.
He said,
"It's just the way it is, Jess.
Just do what you gotta do.
Please."
And so I did it.
I slit his throat.
I will talk to the people in our Mexico City office.
See if I can confirm her story.
Then call the U.S. Attorney's office
and get the ball rolling on the Witness Protection Program.
Okay, great. Thank you.
She is gonna have to deliver something pretty good.
The U.S. Attorney's office doesn't just hand out
free passes. Mm-hmm.
Especially when the person confesses to murder.
No.
I know.
The circumstances are unique. I get it.
But in the eyes of the law, it's a murder.
Look, obviously, I'm rooting for this kid.
I just wanna make sure that she's telling the truth.
She is.
You can see it in her eyes. I mean, she's just a kid, OA.
Okay, a decent, innocent kid
who was born into a horrible situation.
I understand. Trust me.
But not every kid born into crap ends up in a gang
or killing someone.
Well, she had no choice. There is always a choice.
She was 14 years old, OA.
Okay, her uncle had a gun to her head.
Oh, what would you do, huh? Given the same choice.
Are you gonna take the bullet?
Or are you gonna slit the guy's throat?
I'd like to think that I would take the bullet.
Yeah, I'd love to think the same thing.
Pretty easy to be a hero, though,
when no one is pointing a gun at you.
We've got a camera in this necklace.
So just put that on and you're all set.
Most importantly, be careful.
Don't push for information.
Let your friends do all the talking.
Hopefully, someone will admit to the murder.
Yeah, I get it. I know how to play these dudes.
Good news.
We got a hit on the saliva. Someone named Marco Gomez.
You know him?
Yeah. He's the leader of our set.
Okay.
If possible, try to focus your attention on him.
Yeah.
The fact that his saliva, his spit,
was on Mr. Miller's body means that he was there,
and most likely part of the murder.
That alone is not enough to arrest him.
We need him to say something incriminating.
Jessica's entering the arcade now.
Copy that.
Whoo!
Told you. Told me.
You owe me.
What's going on?
Lot of things, J.
But before we go any further,
I need to know if you're down with us.
What are you talking about?
This got something to do with that teacher?
Who? - Miller.
The teacher at my school.
Come on, Jessica. Don't push.
I don't know nothing about that.
He ain't talking about that. - Fine, you know that
you guys started all this crap asking me if I'm down.
Hell, I've been down longer than any of y'all.
So don't come at me like that.
Okay, this isn't going well.
She's right, y'all. Homey's been legit since 13.
She even did some real work back in Mexico too.
Yeah, I heard about that.
So we good then?
Yeah.
We good.
Okay.
In fact,
we're having a party later on today.
I want you to invite your friend, Kayla.
Is there a problem with that?
No.
No problem.
Good.
You okay? Not really.
Why? What happened?
Gomez wants me to invite my best friend, Kayla, to a party.
Why is that bad?
Inviting someone to a party is code for killing.
Gomez wants me to kill Kayla later today.
If I don't, he'll kill me.
They want Jessica to kill her friend today?
Yeah, so do we pull her?
Seems risky to keep her in play.
Yeah, but it might be riskier not to.
If we pull her, we're gonna blow her cover.
And the gang will think that
she got nervous and started talking.
I mean, even worse,
we're pulling out the rug from underneath her.
She'll have nothing to trade.
We won't be able to get her into WITSEC.
Yeah, so let's do the course.
Okay, what about the target, Kayla?
Have Scola and Kristen pick her up, get her off the street.
As far as Jessica's concerned, tell her
it's business as usual.
Make the calls, send the texts, whatever the gang wants.
Gomez needs to believe that she's willing to kill Kayla.
FBI, open up.
What happened? What's going on?
Ma'am, we need to speak with Kayla.
She's not here, why? She's my daughter.
Do you know where she is? Okay, can you call her, please?
Look, ma'am, we're just trying to keep her safe.
Can you call her?
She don't have a regular phone.
She buys the kind at the bodega--
the ones you pay for up front.
She bought one today. Just threw out the box.
Is it still in the trash?
You mind if I grab it? Okay.
Jubal, yeah, we don't have eyes on Kayla,
but I do have the IMEI number off her burner phone.
Yeah, it is Z234-KT221.
Okay, let me know.
Searched the house. Nothing too interesting.
So let's get back out there. See if we can track her down.
Okay.
Um, ma'am?
If you hear from Kayla, or you find out where she is,
call me, but please don't tell her we were here, okay?
Don't tell her--you want me to lie to my own daughter?
As confusing and crazy as that sounds, yes, we do.
But why?
Because if you don't, Kayla will be killed.
It's as simple as that.
If we find Kayla, you know, we're gonna grab her
and we're gonna hold her on some made-up charge
until this whole thing blows over.
But we're never gonna mention your name,
and we won't blow your cover. Okay, good.
So look, you're never actually
gonna come face-to-face with Kayla--
we'd never put you in that position,
and we'd never expose Kayla to that type of risk.
So, what I want you to do
is just go in there and play along.
Hopefully Gomez and the others will just start bragging
about what they did to Miller. I can do that.
As long as you promise to help me when this is over
'cause I'm all alone, I got nowhere to go.
You have my word.
Yeah, well, how do I know if your word is any good?
Jessica, do I seem like someone whose word isn't good?
No.
You're real. I can see it.
I didn't mean no disrespect. I just had to make sure.
That's okay. Look.
We got you.
Is she ready?
Yeah.
Okay, we're up.
You owe me a hundred bucks, bro.
Whoa-ho! Okay, okay.
These fools were betting that you wouldn't show, Jess.
But I knew better. 'Cause I believe in you.
I ain't here to prove myself to you or no one else.
I'm here to do work.
For the gang.
That's right.
It ain't about me.
It's about us.
DT 15 por vida.
Jubal, we got a car pulling up to the warehouse.
Is it Kayla?
Can't tell yet.
If it is, intercept her immediately.
Copy that.
Jeez.
That's a hell of a knife. Yep.
Be ready, guys.
We're gonna roll on the first sign of trouble.
Jubal, the driver is a male Hispanic with a machete.
No sign of Kayla yet.
Copy that, Kristen and Scola
are in the vicinity trying to locate her--so far, no luck.
But we just got her number. We're running it now.
We'll keep you posted.
So, Jess,
I'll be straight up with you.
I like you,
but I've been getting nervous.
So you agreeing to do this is important.
I just got a hit on Kayla's phone--
pinged off a tower 100 yards
from the warehouse they're in right now.
What? Go.
Maggie, Kayla is in the immediate vicinity.
Get eyes on her right away.
If you can't find her in the next two minutes,
hit that warehouse.
So, why Kayla? What'd she do?
She ain't been loyal.
Spending too much time with the Bloods and the MS-13.
Makes me nervous.
Shows lack of commitment.
I understand.
So you gotta send a message.
And it's gotta be cold-blooded and messy.
Want you to use this.
And slit that bitch's throat.
Okay.
Just tell me where she is, and I'll go find her.
You don't need to find her ass, girl.
She's already here.
Kayla's inside the warehouse. Hit it now.
On it.
Stack.
Tight, tight, tight.
Do it, Jess.
Do it now.
Do it.
Stand down. Stand down now. It was a test.
Can't believe you was gonna kill me, Jess.
Thought we were friends.
I love you, Kayla, but...
the gang comes first.
Told you she was down.
All that BS with teacher had nothing to do with Jess.
It was all him.
Miller.
Wait.
So you-- you thought that was me.
That I wanted out?
Started hearing things, Jess.
Lucky for you, Kayla had your back.
Said you were loyal.
The rest of us just wanted to make sure.
No, it's not my fault
my teacher was some type of do-gooder, you know?
I kept telling him to leave my ass alone, but he wouldn't.
You know, kept trying to help me.
I know.
That's why we killed him.
We got him. Hit the warehouse now.
FBI!
On the ground! Show me your hands!
FBI, get on the ground!
Drop the weapon!
Come on, down, down, down! We got a runner!
Did you not hear me? I said get down.
Do you not hear me?
Back stacks are clear!
Marco Gomez, you are under arrest
for the murder of Patrick Miller.
Don't worry. This is just for show.
I'm gonna take you to your home,
you're gonna be able to pack your things,
say good-bye to your aunt.
We're gonna take you to an apartment in the city
where you're gonna be safe until things are official.
Okay, cool.
Okay, there's gonna be agents
surrounding your house the whole time.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
You did great.
Make sure everything's clear.
Jessica did good, though. Stayed calm, focused.
Yeah, well, growing up hard has its advantages.
Yeah, well, the good news is,
WITSEC can't deny her now, not after that.
Um, listen, about before,
I had no right to question what Jessica did in Mexico.
Well, it wasn't right for me to question your choice either.
What do you mean?
I have no doubt you'd take the bullet.
OA?
Murder weapon? Sure looks that way.
We gotta go. We gotta go right now.
Um, can you get this to the lab?
Mm-hmm.
Hey, what the hell's going on?
They got here five minutes ago.
Guys, listen, if I may...
We have an order of removal.
Okay, she's working with us, the FBI.
So just let her go.
Can't do that.
Let her go into my custody.
I promise we will work everything out later.
Like I said, we have an order of removal.
Okay, and like I said, she's working with the FBI.
I don't have discretion here. I'm just executing an order.
So if you want to intervene, you're gonna have to find
someone way more important than me.
No problem--who's your boss? We'll call right now.
Doesn't work that way.
No, no. You're not taking her anywhere.
No jurisdiction. Hey, hey, don't touch her.
I'm just doing my job. Well, do your job
without putting your hands on my partner.
Do you understand me?
Both of you, step back, now.
I'm not moving. Neither am I.
Then you're gonna have to shoot me
'cause I'm taking her in.
No you're not. Back off.
I swear-- get off me!
Jessica, I'm gonna get you out of there.
There's nothing we can do. Oh, yeah?
Isobel.
I need your help.
Someone from the Bureau called yesterday
and asked us to verify her immigration status.
So we looked into it
and realized she's a member of the DT 15.
So we issued an order of removal.
I understand that, but she's been working with us.
We're trying to get her into WITSEC.
She's a known member of a violent street gang.
That she's trying to get out of.
所以佢一開始先會嚟紐約。
所以佢先肯戴偷聽器，
等我哋可以拉到五個已知嘅幫派成員。
佢仲係 DT 15s 嘅成員。
佢嘅庇護申請仲審批緊。
咁樣佢就有可能被遞解出境。
咁就幫佢變做唔合資格啦。
我做唔到。點解？
我嘅工作係遞解有暴力紀錄嘅移民，
唔係保護佢哋。
而家呢個時勢，如果我介入
呢類案件，我就死梗。
如果你唔介入，
佢就真係會死。
對唔住。我愛莫能助。
喂，你收唔收到我個訊息？
ICE 唔肯合作。係，但都有個好消息。
我朋友同意做 Jessica 嘅代表律師。
佢已經嚟咗。
而且已經對我哋指指點點。
所以我嘗試叫 Mona 傳送一封信過嚟
由聯邦檢察官辦公室發出嘅，
講明佢哋會傳召 Jessica 做重要證人
喺 Miller 嘅謀殺案審訊入面。
好，如果 ICE 遞解佢出境，佢就唔可以作供，
咁個暴力殺人犯就會逍遙法外。
至少佢會咁樣辯護。
我意思係，咁幾好。
我意思係，聽落我哋開局開得幾好。
我哋的確係，但我哋需要更多。
我哋需要 Jessica 嘅聯絡人，Bell 探員。
就係我。好。
我需要你說服法官，Jessica
對美國有重大嘅公眾利益。
簡單講：佢係個好女仔。
法律對「公眾利益」嘅定義好模糊，
所以你
Tell the judge what you think about Jessica
and why she should stay in this country.
Okay. All right.
Hearing's tomorrow morning. If I were you, I'd get to work.
If I may, Your Honor,
I'd like to ask Special Agent Maggie Bell
to address the bench
in the hope of further establishing
the significant public benefit Ms. Sanchez can provide.
That's fine. Agent Bell, please approach.
Jessica Sanchez came to the United States
to escape the violence and cruelty of the DT 15s--
a gang that she was born into.
Despite her best efforts to outrun her past,
she was found by the gang and forced to rejoin.
Desperate, she sought the help of her teacher, Patrick Miller.
After finding out the gang leader, Marco Gomez,
and the rest of the crew
took baseball bats and machetes
and brutally beat Patrick to death,
Jessica blamed herself for his murder.
But rather than cower,
she agreed to risk her life
and help the FBI arrest the people responsible
for this heinous crime.
Because of her,
there are fewer violent criminals on the street,
resulting in fewer assaults and murders in the future.
Your Honor, may I approach the bench?
You may.
Your Honor, I know
that this is a legally complicated situation,
but to me, it's pretty simple.
Jessica Sanchez is an unusually courageous and honest woman.
And under incredibly challenging
and dangerous circumstances,
my team and I
watched her continually put herself in harm's way
for the greater good.
And for the opportunity to live a better life.
She's the type of person that we should be
bending over backwards to keep in this country,
not deport.
I believe we have a duty to protect her.
We can't just look the other way
knowing that if she gets shipped back
to Tampico, Mexico, someone--
someone will take her life.
This is not who we are.
And this is not what our country is about.
Thank you.
Thank you, Agent Bell. That was quite a statement.
And your belief in Ms. Sanchez is quite apparent.
She is a brave, young woman
who has helped the country at great risk to herself.
But I am afraid I have no choice
but to enter an order of removal.
Hey, what the hell are you talking about?
Sit down, or I will hold you in content.
No, Your Honor-- Sit down now.
Maggie.
Whether we like it or not, the law is clear.
A person with a violent history cannot apply for asylum.
Even though Ms. Sanchez cooperated with the FBI,
her affiliation with the DT 15s
renders her a violent criminal in the eyes of the court.
Next case.
I'm sorry.
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