Aah!
[g*nf*re CONTINUING]
Not now. I got four kills.
Come on, Theo.
If we don't do it now, we never will.
Mom and Dad are gonna be home soon.
Okay. So we never do it.
I'm fine with that.
I'm kidding.
[GAME STOPS]
[SIGHS] Come on.
Let's get this done.
You have to swear
you never tell anyone I showed you this.
I swear.
Seriously, I mean it.
I mean it, too.
Turn around.
Okay. Turn back around.
You gonna take it out?
I don't have to take it out.
Then can I take it out?
You're not even supposed to touch it.
Then can you take it out?
Okay. But you owe me one.
Theo, you got to let me touch it.
It's not gonna happen, little brother.
Dad would be out of his mind
if he knew I even told you about it.
Just let me see what it feels
like, just for a second.
Okay, but only for a second.
- Pow.
- Okay, dial it down there, cowboy.
Don't point it at anyone or anything.
What if I actually pulled the trigger?
Well, it's empty, but let's not.
- [CLICK]
- Okay, that's enough. Give it back.
- [CLICK]
- Seriously. I mean it.
Hey... Ow!
Oh, did-did you hear that?
Was that Mom and Dad?
Damn. Give me the... Ow...
Was that the door?
Mom?
Dad?
Hello?
[g*n CLICKING]
Charlie, put the damn g*n down.
[THUD]
Theo!
BULL: I think it's clear
to anyone who's spent time
with him that Charlie Crawford
is filled with sorrow
and remorse over what he's done.
His brother's death at his
own hand, though the product
of a horrible accident
over which he had no
control, is something
that is gonna stay with him
for the rest of his life.
Were you and your brother close, Charlie?
He was my best friend in the world.
I loved my brother.
Everybody loved my brother.
Everybody loves you, too, Charlie.
Everybody knows that
this was not your fault.
What are you looking for?
We're looking for mercy.
Charlie is and a half years old.
He is a gifted student.
I can personally vouch for the family.
Eric and I have known
each other since college.
He runs an international consulting firm.
His wife Lena
is a highly sought-after patent lawyer.
They're great people.
They're great parents.
And they have lost their firstborn.
To compound that by incarcerating
the only other child they have...
I just can't imagine
what legitimate purpose that would serve.
So what's your sentencing recommendation?
Well, we would love for you to knock down
the manslaughter charges
to negligent homicide,
recommend probation
and community service.
Detective?
I'm okay with that.
A.D.A.: Fine. Dr. Bull,
Mr. Colón, I'm going
to adopt your proposal
and take it to the judge.
Thank you, Ms. Glover.
- Thank you.
- LENA: Thank you so much.
All right.
GLOVER: Oh, I-I'm sorry, everyone.
I still need you to take your seats.
Mr. Crawford, I want to talk for a minute
about the g*n.
The g*n is a licensed
and registered w*apon.
It was kept in a locked box
that was stored in a locked safe.
How'd your son get the combinations?
I gave them to him.
Why?
I just...
made a decision,
last year, when he turned .
I wanted him to know how to use a w*apon.
I started taking him to the f*ring range
for practice,
and we talked about safety...
constantly.
Be that as it may, your
late son was a minor.
Eric, why don't you tell Ms. Glover
why you had the g*n.
I've owned it for years.
I travel a lot for business,
and, um... [CLEARS THROAT]
There have been a lot of
home invasions in our area.
My neighbor was att*cked in her bedroom.
I just wanted to know
that my family was safe
while I was away.
LENA: I even learned how to sh**t.
My husband taught Theo
in case something happened
when neither one of us was home.
You gave a minor access
to a loaded handgun.
Having him pinky swear that
he wouldn't play with it or tell
his younger brother about it
isn't sufficient under the law.
I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Crawford.
I really am.
But I believe your behavior
was negligent.
Criminally negligent.
And I'm putting you under arrest.
Detective Lacy,
would you take Mr. Crawford
into custody, please?
- CHARLIE: Dad... Dad?
- Mr. Crawford?
I need you to stand and put your hands
- behind your back.
- Wait a min... Uh... Jace?
Just cooperate. We'll
go directly to court
and we will get you out on bail.
Eric...
I love you.
[DOOR CLOSES]
MARISSA: Charlie?
- Yes?
- I'm Marissa.
Uh, Dr. Bull, Mr. Colón and your mom
are gonna be just a little while longer.
Pretty cool, huh?
What's it doing?
I know it's doing something.
But what is it?
Well, that is someone
from the potential jury pool,
the people that we get
to pick from to make up a jury.
And the algorithm is looking for someone
in our pool of candidates
that's a good match.
Same gender, same socioeconomic group,
same political and religious attitudes.
Why?
So we can get them to help us
figure out how a trial is going.
What the real jurors are thinking.
We call them mirror jurors.
- And that works?
- Most of the time.
We usually get pretty close.
Hmm. Who thought this up?
Well, I did.
The algorithm part of it, anyway.
Uh, this part of it.
Not Dr. Bull?
He helped.
You know what he is great at?
The people part of it.
The part that math and science
can't quite figure out just yet.
The parts that we can't see or quantify.
What makes a person tick.
What's going on in there.
Is he gonna be able
to get my dad out of jail?
Am I ever gonna see him again?
I mean, he didn't do anything.
I did it.
I did it.
I ruined everybody's life.
My brother's dead,
my dad's going to jail.
My mom must hate me.
I hate me.
Charlie.
Come on.
Dr. Bull and Mr. Colón did it.
They got your father out on bail.
Come on. We have to get him out.
IZZY: Are you down here?
I'm very down here.
Why you ask?
I rolled over and you were gone.
You want to get married?
[SIGHS]
To who?
I... want to get this science project
out of my belly.
I just want to see
my feet again when I walk.
I want to remember the good old days
when the food I ate
just went in one direction.
Why?
Are you going someplace?
Not without you.
Then why are you in such
a hurry to do something
that we failed at the first time?
You love me, don't you?
I'm afraid so.
You love me?
Most of the time.
What are you doing over there?
Come here and give me a kiss.
Earn your keep.
You know,
that nine-month doctor's note you got
is about to expire in seven weeks.
You know what that means. That means
you're gonna have to go
back to work full-time,
start cleaning and cooking
and washing my clothes in the river.
Is that the Hudson River?
Yes, it is.
Bring it over here.
[SIGHS]
Are you scared?
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY] Terrified.
Me too.
BENNY: So who are we
looking for today, boss?
We are cruising the aisle
marked "cognitive empathy.
"Ah, I know that aisle.
We've shopped there before.
We need to eliminate anyone
who isn't willing or able
to put themselves in Eric's shoes,
to empathize with a man
who didn't pull the trigger,
but lost his firstborn,
and is nonetheless being
charged with his m*rder.
Exactly.
Good morning.
So, let's start with a hypothetical.
You're out shopping when
you hear a cry for help.
Someone can't find their child.
What do you do?
I look around.
See if other people are looking around.
And if a lot of people
are looking around,
I probably keep shopping.
[LAUGHTER]
I-I mean, I'd keep an eye out,
but I probably wouldn't stop
what I was doing.
If it pleases the court,
we'd like to thank
and excuse this juror.
I'll bet you would.
I'd like to think that I would
stop what I was doing.
You know, see what I
could to to help out.
I mean, how scary is
that, to lose your kid?
So, you're at a coffee shop,
you're waiting in line,
and the person in front of you
is short two dollars.
What's your first instinct?
I ask if I can jump ahead of 'em.
I mean, who doesn't check their wallet
before they order something?
I'd probably pay for his drink.
I just would.
BENNY: This juror is
acceptable, Your Honor.
Excellent. We have our jury.
[GAVEL BANGS]
So, who opened the floor safe?
Theo did.
My brother did.
GLOVER: And who opened
the portable g*n safe?
I think Theo did.
'Cause I begged him to.
Any idea how he might have
gotten the combinations
to both of these safes?
BENNY: Objection, Your Honor.
Calls for hearsay.
And, Your Honor, in an effort to
spare this witness
any more trauma than necessary,
the defense would like to stipulate
that our client, Eric Crawford, provided
his oldest son with the combinations
to both safes.
We've made no secret of this.
Objection sustained.
Ask another question.
Does this look like the Post-it
that you saw in your brother's hand
the night he was sh*t?
Uh...
I th-I think so.
My brother didn't really let me see it.
GLOVER: And do you see the
two sets of numbers on it?
Yeah, I do.
And does it look like
your father's handwriting?
Objection!
We've already stipulated this.
The prosecution is badgering the witness.
Sustained. Ask another question.
Charlie...
what else is on this paper?
[CHARLIE SIGHS]
There's-there's some...
there's some blood.
Your Honor.
Ask another question.
So, when your brother
used the combination
that your father gave him,
and opened up the two safes
- and gave you the g*n...
- He-he did...
he didn't-he didn't give me the g*n.
I mean, he did,
but I had to beg him for it.
He didn't want to.
But at some point he did give it to you.
And did you know
there was a b*llet in it?
Of course not. No.
He-he told me it was empty.
How did he know it was empty?
Did he look?
No, he... he just knew.
Dad always kept it empty.
Well...
almost always.
I have no further questions.
Would you kindly tell the court
your name and occupation?
My name is Laura Coleman.
I manage the West Side Rod and g*n Club.
And even though you
refer to it as a club,
it's really a g*n range.
A place for people to practice sh**ting
and enjoy their firearms
by f*ring at targets?
Yes, exactly.
And are you familiar with the defendant,
Eric Crawford?
Yes, I see him quite often
around the club.
GLOVER: And at your club,
you make use of security cameras?
Yes, we have cameras
all around the facility.
And were you able to locate the tapes
that coincided with Mr.
Crawford's most recent visit?
COLEMAN: Yes.
And did you bring any
of these digital recordings
with you today?
I did. I brought security footage
from the two cameras
that are above the exit.
Objection, Your Honor.
This violates the people's
discovery obligations.
Your Honor, we apologize,
but my office just became
aware of these recordings
when Ms. Coleman arrived this morning.
Oh, well, that's all well and good,
but my team is being made aware of it
for the first time right now.
We're being blindsided, Your Honor.
I'm gonna take Ms. Glover at her word
that these tapes just fell
into her lap today.
[SIGHS] Ask your next
question, counselor.
So you reviewed the security tapes
and brought images from two cameras
- positioned above the exit?
- Yes.
Let's take a look.
So, these signs...
this area... specifically exists
to remind your patrons
that they need to stop
and be doubly sure that
their weapons are empty
before they leave the range?
Exactly.
♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
It's check, and then I win your queen.
[LENA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE]
Dude, you're k*lling me.
How old are you again?
It's simple: I don't
want to be there anymore.
Lena, there are optics to consider.
If you stop coming to court...
if you appear to have
given up on your husband...
why shouldn't the jury?
The jury is gonna do
what the jury's gonna do.
I have one child left.
And he's spending his days
with babysitters.
Strangers.
So I can sit in a courtroom
and support a man
who'd rather talk on his phone
- than empty his g*n.
- Come on!
Come on! Come on!
BENNY: Mr. Crawford, Mrs.
Crawford, please,
let's... let's not turn on each other.
I've been married to that damn phone
for years.
I didn't check the g*n because I knew
I had already fired off
all six sh*ts at the range.
I knewthe g*n was empty.
Then who loaded it?!
Do not say Theo.
I will not have you blame him for this
when he is not here to defend himself.
[SOBS]
Lena, I know you're upset.
But I also know you don't want
your husband to go to prison.
That would be a catastrophe,
for you and for Charlie.
I guarantee you, if you
don't show up in court,
the outcome is a foregone conclusion.
If you act out in front of a jury,
you're telling them
to send him to prison.
So I implore you...
both of you...
present a united front.
For Charlie.
[MOUTHING]
GLOVER: Please tell the jury
your name and what it is you do.
My name is Debra Erwin,
and I'm a paramedic.
And on the afternoon of the sh**ting,
you were dispatched to the Crawford home.
Isn't that correct?
Correct. My partner and I were
the first to arrive on scene.
We were there to render medical aid,
but we found the victim
to be unresponsive.
And can you describe the injury?
A single g*nsh*t wound to the head.
And was there
anyone else in the house
when you arrived?
Yes, the victim's little brother.
I believe his name was Charlie.
I think he told us he was years old.
Thank you. Nothing further.
What's it look like
from where you're sitting?
We are holding steady. We have four green
and eight red.
Ms. Erwin, were you present
when my client and his wife
arrived at the home?
I was.
And what did you see?
Were they upset?
My God, of course.
Is it fair to say that
they were devastated?
At the very least.
Inconsolable?
Absolutely. Their child was dead.
When they left their house,
their child was alive.
And when they came home,
their child was dead.
BENNY: I see. And... [CLEARS THROAT]
Did they actually
get to see their son?
I mean, was his body still there?
Yes, he was laying there in the closet.
A g*nsh*t wound to the head.
And did they actually watch
him getting zipped into...
into the body bag?
Just the father at first.
The mother was too upset.
But then she showed up
at the last minute.
Kissed him on the cheek.
BENNY: Thank you for your
testimony, Ms. Erwin.
Nothing further, Your Honor.
Why are you not saying anything?
MARISSA: Sorry. We just picked up two.
We have six red, six green.
Good day, no?
Yes. Yes, it was.
Marissa feels the jury is evenly split.
I even saw a couple of jurors
with tears in their eyes,
and we haven't even
presented our case yet.
So what's going through
that brain of yours?
[EXHALES]
It's probably nothing.
Oh, come on. Talk to me.
That paramedic.
She kept talking about Eric
and Lena, how upset they were.
I know.
It was like manna from heaven.
Mm. You notice
she didn't mention Charlie?
Yeah. So?
Well, don't you think he was upset?
Well, that goes without saying.
Mm. I just find it fascinating
she wouldn't mention it.
He's a child. And he's the one
who pulled the trigger.
Yeah, but it might be just
as simple as the fact
that no one talked about Charlie.
You know? Charlie's not the one on trial.
Okay.
If you say so.
OPERATOR [ON RECORDING]:
. What's your emergency?
CHARLIE: Um, I-I just sh*t my brother.
I did it by accident.
I didn't know the g*n was loaded.
OPERATOR: Okay. Don't worry, honey.
Help is on the way.
Can you check to see if he's breathing?
CHARLIE: Actually, I think he's dead.
OPERATOR: . What's your emergency?
CHARLIE: Um, I-I just sh*t my brother.
I did it by accident.
I didn't know the g*n was loaded.
OPERATOR: Okay. Don't worry, honey.
Help is on the way.
Can you check to see if he's breathing?
CHARLIE: Actually, I think he's dead.
OPERATOR: Honey,
I need you to do something for me.
Just check to see if he has a pulse.
I'm sorry. Did I see what?
Did you see Theo load the g*n?
Dr. Bull, if I had seen Theo
load the g*n,
I never would have fired it.
Right. Of course.
Is that what you wanted to ask me?
Is that why you wanted
to see me this morning?
Well, that and...
I wanted to see how you were holding up.
I'm okay.
Home is weird.
Either it's really quiet
or Mom and Dad are fighting.
I think they miss Theo.
Well, I suppose that's to be expected.
I suppose.
Sorry.
DANNY: You yawned?
Like you were bored?
More like I was tired.
And Charlie didn't respond.
That... Is-is that
supposed to mean something?
BULL: Mm. Catching a yawn
is indicative of empathy.
Sorry. When someone just says
the word "yawn" I yawn.
Exactly. Usually, when one
person in a room yawns,
everyone in the room yawns.
It's a simple test psychologists use.
A test for what?
Sociopathy.
Sociopathy.
What?
You haven't yawned yet.
Sorry. I'm not a yawner.
Does that make me a bad person?
Well, unless I misunderstood,
it sounds like Bull is saying
it makes you a sociopath.
Not exactly.
We rely on other indicators as well.
But... So the kid doesn't yawn,
and you're saying he
might be a sociopath.
I'm saying I suspect he lacks empathy.
I listened to that call again.
- And?
- And it
is a sales pitch.
Uh, what does that mean?
Well, why do you call ?
To get help.
Exactly. And, to me,
it just sounded like Charlie
was trying to get a story out.
And people who call
rarely say someone's dead.
But Theo was dead.
It doesn't matter.
People usually hold out hope
until someone
definitively says it's over,
that their loved one
absolutely can't be saved.
Okay, assuming Charlie is a sociopath,
how does that affect our case?
Sociopaths are pathological liars.
CHUNK: So are you saying he lied
about how the b*llet got into the g*n?
So maybe Eric's recollection was correct.
Maybe he didn't leave
a loaded g*n in the house.
I think that little boy loaded the g*n.
And I think he sh*t his brother
in cold blood.
DANNY: You're not gonna
tell them... your theory
about their son?
No, not at this point.
Not until I can prove it.
Morning.
Jace, Mr. Colón.
Everything all right?
Yeah. Everything's terrific.
Glad to see you brought Charlie along.
It's important for the jury to see
the whole family in there
while you're testifying.
See that there's something to save.
By the way, this is Danny James.
Mr. and Mrs. Crawford, Charlie.
BULL: She's an investigator who
works with me, and I was wondering
if it was possible for her
to take one more look
inside your home?
One more look at the crime scene,
see if there's anything we missed?
Oh. The housekeeper's there today.
I'll give her a call. She can let you in.
- Terrific.
- BENNY: Mr. Crawford,
we all saw the tape.
You and your late son making your way
towards the exit of the g*n range.
Signs imploring you
to check that your g*n is empty.
You seemingly ignoring those signs.
Talking on the phone.
Why is that?
Why wouldn't you check
to see if your g*n was empty?
Well, I've thought about
that moment a great deal.
At the time,
I would have sworn on my son's life...
...that the g*n was empty.
And the truth is, I'm still prepared
to swear that it was empty.
The g*n holds six b*ll*ts.
Six.
Theo sh*t,
which was the reason we were there.
And then he gave...
he gave the g*n to me.
I reloaded.
Six b*ll*ts.
Took six sh*ts.
I can tell you where
they struck on the target.
I can tell you the clothes I was wearing.
The clothes he was wearing.
I mean, I can tell you
what was in my pockets.
Where we ate after we left the range.
What my wife wore to bed that night.
What my youngest, Charlie,
was reading on his tablet
when I took it from him,
told him it was time to go to sleep.
I'm not-I'm not trying
to make this hard for you.
Six b*ll*ts.
Six sh*ts.
I swear to you.
I remember every damn one.
Thank you.
No further questions, Your Honor.
Oh, my God. They believe him.
Three of them believe him. We just got
three greens.
That was a nice story.
Your Honor.
You're badgering the witness, counselor.
You're not five words
into your cross examination and
you're badgering the witness.
I'm sorry, Your Honor.
Let's start again, please.
GLOVER: All right.
Mr. Crawford,
we all heard your testimony,
and it was very moving.
So what now?
Your son is still dead.
Dead from a g*nsh*t wound.
The b*llet somehow
found its way into the g*n.
You just testified
that you didn't put it in there.
So,
did Theodore, your oldest son,
put it in there?
Objection. Calls for speculation.
- Objection sustained. The jury will
- GLOVER: Or could it have been
disregar... your youngest child?
- Maybe he did it?
- Your Honor!
Or was it the g*n range fairy,
who always knows
- Oh, geez...
- Your Honor!
What's in your pocket and loves to make
you think you sh*t
six b*ll*ts when you only sh*t five!
That's it!
You have exhausted my patience.
One more time, Ms. Glover,
and I will hold you in contempt.
I have no further questions
for this witness.
MARISSA: Bull...
two of our three green jurors
don't believe him anymore.
Any way you can get a sitter for tonight?
As you know, we've been doing
quite a bit of investigating,
getting to know everyone involved.
And we have a theory
as to who might have put
that b*llet in the g*n.
DANNY: Well, unfortunately, there were no
discernible fingerprints or DNA
on the spent shell casing.
But I did find something interesting
in Charlie's bedroom.
Okay. Charlie's notebook.
Charlie's World Affairs notebook.
I'm not clear on what
we're talking about here.
I'm not clear on who
we're talking about here.
If you'll open the back cover.
Turn the page.
Turn the page. Turn the page.
What is it you think
we're looking at here?
Are-are we having
a conversation about Charlie?
I need to know if we're
talking about Charlie.
We believe Charlie may have been
trying to gain access
to the closet safe.
It appears that, over the course
of several months...
[SIGHS]
...he tried every conceivable
four-digit combination.
Doing it in a very organized,
very systemic way,
and he finally gave up
when he got to the sixes.
Okay, I think you people
are out of your minds.
That's not what this is.
That's not who Charlie is.
BENNY: There's more.
TAYLOR: I've been doing a
fairly exhaustive search
online, trying to get a sense
of Charlie's cyber life.
Your son maintained a number
of secret online accounts.
He had dozens
of screen names and profiles.
Okay, so he's a kid. That's what they do.
- They-they live on their devices.
- I found hundreds
of messages in dozens
of private chat rooms,
most of them about his older brother,
most of them violent,
dark,
disturbing.
He was clearly preoccupied
with his brother's death.
Okay. I'm-I'm done here.
This is...
There were also a multitude
of Google searches
on how to load and sh**t revolvers.
Oh, God.
I know how devastating this is to hear...
[SIGHS]
...but I would not be
discussing this with you
if I didn't think...
if I was not
reasonably certain...
I believe your son is dangerous,
and I believe he intentionally
k*lled his brother.
Bu... I-I know my son.
He's not a monster.
We did not raise a k*ller.
BENNY: If we can just
take a minute to talk about the case.
By any metric, we are poised to lose.
And I believe you're facing
an extended term in prison.
BULL: Which means you will be living
alone with Charlie.
This is absurd. My son
would never hurt me.
My-my son would never
- hurt anyone.
- What-what...
what are you suggesting, Jason?
What do we do?
Is this something
that-that can be treated?
Something that can be cured?
Cured, no.
There are treatment options
that will attempt to modify his behavior.
dr*gs. But
there's nothing that's gonna fix
the underlying condition.
There is no cure
for sociopathy.
Oh, my God, Eric. This...
this is not who he is. This...
Eric,
Lena, I have to be honest.
If I could, I would report him
to the authorities.
That's how dangerous I think he is.
But I can't. No one here can.
We're a part of his legal team
and we are bound by
attorney-client privilege.
BENNY: You can.
You can report him.
You people are insane.
Eric, I want to go.
Eric. I need to go.
You write a closing argument?
I did.
Think it'll make a difference?
None whatsoever.
This is a first.
I think I've been outsmarted
by a -year-old.
Well...
it's not like we had a lot to work with.
Two witnesses.
One dead, the other a pathological liar.
He is, isn't he?
What's that?
Our client.
Our original client, Charlie,
the one we were hired to defend...
he's a pathological liar.
BENNY: Mr. and Mrs. Crawford.
Any chance I can speak
to you two in private?
I've secured the courthouse
conference room.
BULL: Not to worry,
I'll sit with Charlie.
[SIGHS]
What's going on?
Nothing to worry about.
What you playing? What game is that?
Wh-What-what is Mr. Colón
telling my parents?
Is everything all right?
Has something changed?
I don't want to get your hopes up.
Tell me. Please.
Charlie...
Well, there's a new
kind of technology
we found out about
from the Netherlands.
What happens is these
forensic clinicians discovered a way
of soaking spent shell casings
in a chemical,
and apparently they
were able to extract DNA
that we've never been able to before.
So...
So what does that mean?
It means, if it works...
and everybody seems to think it will...
we should be able to tell who
loaded the b*llet into the g*n
that k*lled your brother.
Look, it came out of a fresh box of a*mo.
There's no reason for anyone
else to have touched it, right?
So I have someone who works for me
flying to the Netherlands
with the casing as we speak.
But it's no guarantee.
Look, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said anything.
If for some reason it doesn't
work, I got your hopes up.
Dr. Bull.
You're still
part of my legal team, right?
Anything I tell you
stays a secret, doesn't it?
Yes, of course.
What would happen if they found
my DNA on that shell casing?
BULL: Charlie Crawford, Eric Crawford's
surviving son, confessed to me
that he intentionally m*rder*d
his older brother.
He explained that when his brother went
to see if his parents
had arrived home early,
he, Charlie, loaded the g*n,
and when his brother returned to
tell him they were still alone,
Charlie sh*t him in the head
and made it look like an accident.
GLOVER: Your Honor,
even if that were true,
Dr. Bull is part of
Charlie Crawford's legal team.
That confession is privileged.
BENNY: Normally, it would be.
But the one thing that trumps
attorney-client privilege
is perjury.
He's right.
BENNY: Charlie Crawford was
your first witness.
On the stand, under oath,
he said his brother's death
was an accident,
caused because someone left a loaded g*n
where children could access it.
That's a direct
contradiction from what
he confessed to Dr. Bull today,
and that's perjury.
So what are you asking me to do?
Well, there is only one remedy
for perjured testimony,
that it be struck from the record,
and if you strike this testimony,
the government has no case
because there's no one to testify
the g*n must have been loaded
when Theo took it from the safe
because, frankly, it wasn't.
So what do we do about this boy?
Where is he?
He's sitting in the hallway
with his parents,
who have no idea what their son told me
or that I am in here
discussing it with you.
We charge him,
with perjury,
with m*rder.
Are you gonna take him into custody?
May I come with you?
Mr. Colón,
will you join me
in the courtroom, please?
Your second chair is here?
- Yes, Your Honor.
- Al right.
Let's go in there.
I'll dismiss the charges
against Eric Crawford,
and I'll discharge the jury.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Well.
I guess there's no time like the present.
[YAWNS] I'm so sorry.
I haven't been getting much sleep.
Well, I don't know what my excuse is.
You're human.
You okay?
They wouldn't even talk to me.
Wouldn't even look at me.
Aw, come on, Bull.
You didn't have a choice.
Couldn't let your friend go to prison
for something he didn't do,
and you couldn't leave
a dangerous kid like that
on the street.
That dangerous kid was their child.
Their only child.
You didn't have a choice.
This parenting thing.
I don't know, Benny.