Ahem.
I remember everything.
I said...
"Could I have hit him?
Did I hit him?"
And I'm not as clear
as if I hadn't been drinking.
Hey, can I get a vodka soda?
Did it start snowing yet?
No, not yet.
You know, my dad said
I shouldn't be out
with a blizzard on the way.
Yeah, your dad's
probably right.
But, hey...
I'm glad you came.
Hey.
Uh, Chris Albert.
-And?
-A bunch of them
down by the Waterfall,
he says.
Do you wanna go?
Or we could just go
back to your place.
Look, it'll be easier
to go by, have a drink,
than come up with some excuse.
-Okay, let's go.
-Yeah, we're going?
-Yeah, let's go.
-Take your bag.
Hey! Saint John!
-Johnny!
-Hey!
Hey!
-You!
-Hi!
Hey, Karen.
Who invited these losers?
-Come on over.
-Uh, blame your brother.
-Hey.
-What're you pricks drinking?
Whatever you pricks are buying.
-Oh!
-You kiss that mouth?
Best way I know
to shut her up.
-Hey!
-Hey.
Come on.
Uh...
-Gather around.
-You in?
Cheers!
Cheers.
I'm really glad
I came tonight.
-Cheers.
-Cheers.
Cheers.
So am I staying at your house
tonight?
I can think of a good reason
you might want
to stay at my place tonight.
Do another drink, huh?
Come to my place.
Last call!
Let's keep this party going!
Let's all go back to my place.
-Here we go!
-All right.
-Whoo!
-Good plan.
Make sure you let
those guys know, yeah?
Yeah, yeah, I will.
I'll let 'em know.
We're all going back
to Brian's place.
You coming?
Uh... yeah. Yeah!
Great. It's at Fairview,
but I'll text you.
Really?
It's after midnight.
Can't we just go back
to your house,
just you and me?
One drink.
Come on, we'll be a minute!
All right.
Mm.
Mm! Good stuff.
Hey!
Come on.
Ohh...
John?
John!
John?
John?
John?
This is John. How 'bout you?
John, where the hell are you?
Will you call me back,
please?
Call me.
John, where the hell are you?
Pick up the phone,
goddammit!
Jen!
Karen? What's going on?
I don't know where John is!
What? Wh-What do you mean?
I can't find him.
Have you-- Have you--
Have you talked to him,
or have you seen him?
-Just calm down.
-He-He's not here.
-Tell me what happened.
-
He never came home last night
and I'm totally freaking out
right now!
I mean, I figured
you guys just...
He never came home.
I don't know what to do,
I'm seriously
freaking out over here.
Jen, he never came home!
Just relax, okay?
I'm sure he's fine.
W-We'll figure it out, okay?
I think I just need
to go look for him.
I can't just stand here!
I have to go!
Oh, sh*t.
Pick up, John!
Pick up the phone,
goddammit!
Pick up the phone!
Kerry, I'm worried.
I'm worried
John might be dead.
What?
I think he may have
gotten hit by a plow.
He never came home last night.
We were all out drinking,
and--
Well, Karen, maybe
you shouldn't be on the road.
No, I'm headed
to Jen McCabe's.
Will you help us, please?
Will you come?
Please, will you come help us?
Let's meet back at John's.
Jen?
Jen! Jen, get in the car.
Kerry's meeting us
back at John's house.
What happened here?
I backed up into John's car
as I was-- I was pulling out.
Maybe he's at home.
Maybe we'll just check
the house again.
No, I have checked
the entire house!
-Every room!
-Okay--
And I've been calling him.
-Okay, let's just look again!
-Just get in the car!
It's okay!
I told you he wasn't here.
I don't know, maybe he--
he-he...
he went and slept it off
at the Alberts'?
And maybe he-he was too drunk?
-I mean, we didn't see him.
-Can we just--
Can we please just go there?
Do you remember
where you last saw him?
No, I don't--
I don't know. I mean...
I don't know.
Uh, I saw you guys pull up
in front of Brian's.
What?
Yeah,
I saw your car out front.
I mean, I figured you guys
changed your mind and left.
No, I...
No, I-I...
I don't know. I don't--
Maybe. I-I don't know!
Let's just--
just keep driving.
There he is.
There he is!
-What?
-Where?
Stop, stop, stop!
Where are you seeing him?
I'm getting out.
John!
No, no.
No, John!
John!
Oh, my God! No!
No!
John, John, John...
Come on.
No, John! John!
No!
Call 9-1-1!
All right, okay.
- 9-1-1.
- Uh, yeah, yeah.
No, we need someone
to 34 Fairview Road,
-Canton, Mass., now!
-What's going on?
Yeah, there's a guy,
he's unresponsive in the snow!
Come on, John!
Come on, baby...
Come on, baby.
Come on.
No, no, no, no, no.
Hold on.
Jen?
Mike! Oh, my God.
We just found our friend
in the snow!
John O'Keefe.
You know him, right?
-Boston cop?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We don't know
how long he's been here!
Please.
John, please.
Oh, my God.
Yeah, we got
a Boston police officer,
just been found
in the snow here.
Okay... Okay.
No--
Can I get you to step back?
Can I get you to step back?
Uh, he does have
some trauma to his head.
I'm not sure if he was
in a fight or whatever.
-I'm not getting a pulse.
-Okay, all right.
One, two--
He's gonna need an E.R.,
for sure.
EMTs here now.
Can I get in here?
Please, that's my boyfriend!
I-- I left him,
and he never came home.
Please!
Kerry! Jen, is he dead?
He's dead?
He'll be okay.
Dad?
Karen?
It's John.
He's dead.
What?
I don't wanna
be alive right now.
Daddy, I just...
I just wanna die.
This--
Is he breathing?
No.
All right, let's move him!
Wait.
Wait. I...
Canton Control
to Canton 6-8-2.
6-8-2.
Are you aware
of the party on-scene,
or the caller,
named Karen?
Affirmative.
Will he be okay?
I have her father
on the line.
She's making suicidal comments.
I'm gonna Section her,
so we know where she is.
It's okay, John.
John--
Ma'am. Ma'am,
you're gonna be coming with us.
What are you talking about?
I wanna go with him!
They need room to work.
We've got a ride over here
for you.
There's space
in the other ambulance. Please.
-It'll be okay.
-No! I'm going with him.
Please, I'm going with him!
Ma'am--
No!
No!
Oh, God.
Please don't die.
Please don't...
Okay, just try
to focus on trying
to calm your breathing.
I can't--
You don't understand.
I don't wanna live without him.
Ma'am...
are you thinking
about hurting yourself?
Did they find a pulse?
We're on our way
to the hospital.
We're gonna find out more then.
I tried giving him
mouth-to-mouth.
That was good.
And he's going where they can
really take care of him.
He's gonna be there
in a few minutes.
How is this even happening?
Oh, God.
We're right in here.
Why don't you have a seat?
Why am I in here? I--
We just need to run some tests.
I don't understand.
You were brought in
under a "Section 12"--
that's a psychiatric hold.
An EMT's concerned
you might hurt yourself.
I just saw my boyfriend
half-dead in the snow!
I just need to go see him.
Please, let me see him.
Hey, I-I'm looking
for my brother, John O'Keefe.
He was brought in here.
Paul!
Paul... oh.
Paul...
Oh, God.
Paul!
No, that's them. That's my...
That's the family.
Please.
I need to go be with them.
I don't understand.
Why are--
Why are you taking my blood?
Please make a fist.
The doctor will be in soon
to ask you a few questions.
Oh, Jesus.
Hi, Dad.
I got here
as quick as I could.
They won't let me see him.
They, uh...
I mean, honey, they...
they did what they could do.
Did you see him?
Is he okay?
Sweetheart...
...he's, uh...
he's gone.
No.
No!
Please don't tell me that.
No... No, no.
No, he can't be.
They did everything
that could've been done.
How-- How did it happen?
What, I mean... did--
did I hit him?
Did...
Cou-Could I--
Could I have hit him?
John, where are you?
John? Pick up.
Come on! Where are you?
Call me!
John, would you
pick up your phone?
Really?
You're a g*dd*mn loser,
do you know that?
You are a g*dd*mn loser.
Call me back!
I g*dd*mn hate you!
I g*dd*mn hate you!
Do you hear me?
I g*dd*mn hate you!
Proctor,
they put you on this?
Lead investigator.
What are we looking at?
A foot of snow,
and a vague hope
we'll find
anything important underneath.
Why can't these things
only happen in the spring?
What're you doing?
That's a Solo cup.
It's all we got right now.
Just trying to beat
the snowmelt.
How you holding up?
Not good.
How can he be gone?
How can I never,
ever see him again?
I need to see the kids.
Will you take me?
I think that's a good idea.
I wasn't expecting...
I'm so sorry.
Nobody told me
that everybody
was getting together here.
Uh, we all wanted
to be with the kids.
Yeah. Yeah, me too.
How are they?
I mean,
they know what happened.
They're taking it
pretty hard.
Where are they?
Upstairs.
You saw him?
John?
Yeah, I saw him.
They didn't let me see him.
They put me
in a different room.
What did he...
What did he look--
look like?
He was pretty banged up.
Looked to me
like he got hit by a car.
Excuse me.
What the hell is going on here?
They're upset.
I'm upset!
I loved this man.
You know, I spent five nights
a week in this house?
This is more my home
than it is theirs,
and they think
they can just come right in.
Well, you understand
why they want to be here.
And I took care of those kids
like a mother!
I mean, there was...
there was, like,
this bond, you know?
What the hell
is going on here, Dad?
Did you see the way
that they were looking at me?
Everybody's just confused.
Nobody knows what happened.
Neither do I.
But everybody seems
to only be looking at me.
And you know what?
Let them.
Because if I did anything
in any way...
then I will pay my dues.
And this is how it should be.
I want to know the truth, Dad.
Good, bad...
or ugly.
Hi. Mr. Read?
Yes.
I'm Michael Proctor
with Massachusetts State Police.
I understand
your daughter's here?
Come in.
Ahem.
We got
in an argument that day.
It was sort of an ongoing thing.
About what?
Just, you know...
relationship stuff.
Nothing new.
But by the time we met up,
we...
we were all good.
You know, we were--
we were kissing and laughing.
We were with our friends.
And then he got out of the car,
and I left,
and that was-- that was
the last time I ever saw him.
That was outside
the Alberts' house,
around... 12:30 a.m.?
Yeah.
Yeah, he...
he got out of my car.
I had a stomach ache,
so I just went
back to his house.
We got your blood results
back from the hospital.
You had a .093%
at nine this morning.
That's still
over the legal limit.
Guess you guys were tying one on
pretty good last night.
Everybody was drinking.
I mean, I had
a couple drinks at McCarthy's,
a couple more
at the Waterfall.
I... I felt fine.
Fine enough
to get behind the wheel?
Yeah. Well,
I got home in one piece.
I noticed, on the way in,
you got a busted tail light.
Yeah, that, um...
that happened this morning.
I backed into John's car.
He's missing.
I-I was frantic.
Well, since the car's
the last place anyone saw John,
I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to take that in
to be investigated.
Are you serious?
You're gonna take my car?
Well, how am I supposed
to get to work?
Can you work from home?
I mean,
I-I'm a financial analyst--
I can do that work from home,
but I also teach finance
at the university.
Sorry, the car's evidence.
I'm afraid we're also gonna
have to ask for your phone.
What?
I think
I'm gonna need a lawyer.
So, the first thing that
we can expect, most likely,
is a no-contact order.
"No contact"?
What does that even--
With who?
With anyone in John's family.
And I'm afraid that means
that you won't be able
to attend John's funeral.
What?
No contact...
with his family at all.
I'm really sorry.
They all
have their minds made up.
You know, three days ago,
I was like family to them,
and all of a sudden,
no contact?
I mean,
is that even necessary?
No one's speaking to me,
anyway.
They're almost certainly
gonna fill a warrant out
for your arrest.
My arrest?
I didn't do anything.
This is insane!
Look, that night...
...I had been drinking.
It was late...
...and, I mean, I don't know
what could've happened.
Did he try to get to me
while I was leaving
and I just didn't--
I didn't know it?
I mean, I-I always
have the music blasting.
It-- It was snowing,
I had the wipers going.
I had the-the heater blasting.
I mean...
What if... and...
I don't even know.
What if I...
ran over his foot?
Or-Or what if I-I--
I clipped him in the knee
and he just--
he just passed out?
Well, then you would have
some element of culpability.
They took your phone.
They took... your car.
You need to prepare yourself.
How is anybody
supposed to prepare themselves
for something like this?
Well, you can also expect
some fairly invasive discovery--
subpoenas for your texts,
your emails,
your financial records.
I'll talk to the D.A.
and arrange
for you
to voluntarily surrender.
Everybody's so damn sure.
Burn me at the stake, already.
Listen, Karen.
I'm gonna be with you
through the whole thing.
I've been practicing law
for 30-plus years.
They're gonna
take your picture.
They'll take your prints.
You post bail,
you go home.
Just behind me
is the location
of the tragic death
of Boston Police Officer
John O'Keefe,
where investigations
have intensified.
More tail-light
pieces over here.
Family,
friends, and fellow officers
gathered today
at the St. Francis of Assisi
Church in Braintree,
for the funeral of Boston
police officer John O'Keefe.
O'Keefe was pronounced dead
Saturday,
in the early-morning hours,
after being found in the snow
outside a home in Canton.
His brother Paul
remembered John
as someone who showed
what determination could be.
Moving forward,
I will do my best
to continue
my brother's legacy
of caring
and supporting others,
even though I know
I can never come close
to the way he did.
Nor can I come close
to expressing
the admiration I have for John,
who, after
our sister Kristi died,
took her two children
into his home
to raise as his.
But I can repeat
the same words that John used
at Kristi's funeral--
"We'll take it from here."
John O'Keefe
will be laid to rest
at Bluehill Cemetery
in Braintree.
David, hi.
Hey. Listen.
I've got some bad news.
Terrific.
I talked to the D.A.
and they're not going for it.
They won't let you
voluntarily surrender.
What? Why?
Well...
they're not telling me anything,
but...
a Boston cop is dead,
and we knew
there was a heightened
sense of importance to it--
they're playing their cards
very close.
So they're insisting
on arresting me?
David, how am I
supposed to go to jail?
I mean, I've got Crohn's,
I've got MS.
I've got all these meds
I have to take.
Okay, you can
bring them with you.
All right. When?
Well...
that's why I'm calling.
Are you home?
Yeah.
Okay.
Just like we talked about.
David, I have to hang up now.
Karen Read,
you have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say
can be used against you
in a court of law.
If you cannot afford
an attorney,
one will be provided to you
by the State.
Police have
arrested a Mansfield woman
in connection with
the death of Boston
police officer John O'Keefe,
who was found in a snowbank
on a Canton street
over the weekend.
Investigators allege
that Read struck O'Keefe
with her black Lexus SUV,
and left him to die
in the snow
outside a Canton home
in the frigid
blizzard conditions.
Manslaughter,
motor-vehicle homicide,
and leaving the scene
of a motor-vehicle collision
causing death.
Do you understand
these charges?
Yeah.
This arrest
marks the first
major development
in the investigation
into O'Keefe's death,
which shocked the local
law-enforcement community.
Can I get a vodka soda?
Here you go.
Start snowing yet?
No, not yet.
You know, my dad said
I shouldn't be out
with a blizzard on the way.
I'll take another.
Uh, Chris Albert.
A bunch of them
down by the Waterfall.
Can we just hang here?
-Do you want to go?
-No.
Come on, look at me.
Look at my eyes.
Four shots.
-Here you go.
-All right!
You guys in?
Yours. Here we go.
Up yours.
Let's go and say hi.
Look, it'll be easier to go by,
have a drink,
than come up with some excuse.
-Okay, fine. Let's go.
-Yeah, we're going?
Yeah, let's go.
Hey, Saint John! Johnny!
-Hey!
-Hey!
Who invited these losers?
Hey, blame your brother.
Hey, what are
you pricks drinking?
Whatever you pricks
are buying.
You kiss that mouth?
Hey!
Best way I know to shut her up.
Come on!
We're good, right?
You in?
-No.
-You in?
Let's go back to my place.
Don't forget
to let those guys know.
Oh, yeah. I'll let 'em know.
Hey, we're all going
back to Brian's place.
You coming?
Uh... yeah.
Yeah!
Really?
What?
Well, it's after midnight.
Can't we just go
back to your house?
You and me?
One drink.
Come on, we'll be a minute.
We're having a good time.
All right.
Are you coming?
Hey.
Oh, thank God.
You have to get me
out of this cell.
-Well, they're gonna be here
in a minute, to bring you
over to your arraignment.
Are-Are they gonna let me
get cleaned up a bit?
I mean, look at me.
No one's gonna care about that.
Listen, I've been going through
your arrest record,
and there are a few things
that we're gonna need
to address,
going forward.
What are they saying?
Well, first,
your blood alcohol level
that morning was .09--
Yeah, I already know that.
What else?
Okay. Evidence--
there were pieces
of a broken tail-light,
close to John's body,
consistent with
the broken tail-light
of your Lexus SUV.
There were pieces
of broken glass
embedded in your bumper
that, they say,
came from a glass that John took
from the Waterfall.
There were scratches, dents,
and chipped paint
all around that same back area
of your car.
-sh*t.
-Basically, they are saying
that you drove
to the Alberts' house,
John got out,
you backed up,
slamming into him.
After which,
you drove to his place,
where you fell asleep,
leaving him laying there
overnight
to freeze to death.
He got out of the car.
I watched him
head over to the house.
That was the last time
I ever saw him.
And then, they have
people on the scene that morning
that swear
that they heard you say,
"I hit him.
I hit him. I hit him."
David...
I never said those words.
Ever.
There are people
on the scene that morning
that say you did.
What the hell?
Am I-- Am I news now?
How does the defendant plead?
Not guilty, your Honor.
Court sets bail
in the amount of $50,000,
and reiterates, Ms. Read--
...that you are ordered
to stay away
from the victim's residence,
and have no contact
with the victim's family.
Karen Read,
the girlfriend of John O'Keefe,
was released on bail today
shortly after
she appeared in court
to face charges
related to his death.
She's pleaded "not guilty"
to manslaughter,
motor-vehicular homicide,
and leaving the scene
of a collision causing death.
The victim,
Officer John O'Keefe, 46,
was a 16-year veteran
of the Boston
Police Department.
Karen Read has denied
all the allegations
and maintains her innocence.
There goes
my health insurance.
You know, I have--
I have surgery follow-ups.
How am I supposed
to pay for my meds,
if I don't have a job?
We'll figure it out.
You know, you always say that.
But how?
How are we gonna
"figure it out"?
Look, you're not gonna
be alone through this.
I'm not at work anymore.
I can be there for you
through the whole thing.
Yeah, but you love your job.
Not more than I love you.
Ugh.
I'm gonna be
put in the poorhouse
for something
I didn't do, Dad.
I mean, my God--
I had to cash out my 401K.
Probably gonna
have to sell this house.
Honey...
you've got your mom,
you've got me.
We're totally behind you,
and we're gonna help,
whatever it takes.
But how?
By doing
whatever we need to do.
This fight--
it's not just you.
It's us, too.
And we're not gonna stop
till we make this right.
It just feels like
this whole town
is turning on me.
They're telling the cops
I said I hit him.
Why?
Why would I say that?
I thought these people
were supposed to be my friends.
What in the--?
What? What now?
I have an arrest warrant.
Again? Who have I
supposed to have k*lled now?
Same person.
Only the charges have been upped
from manslaughter
to second-degree m*rder.
Can I at least get
some normal shoes on,
so that I don't have to go on TV
looking like this?
I don't even have underwear on!
Can I at least
go get some pants?
Your parents can come back
and retrieve everything.
I just... I don't want to be
on channel 4 in my pajamas.
I wouldn't be worried
about the news right now.
See how she is?
She's more concerned
with how she looks on TV.
Yeah, okay.
Manslaughter,
second-degree m*rder...
what's-- what's the difference?
Life in prison.
I mean, that's the problem
with these people--
everything is,
"We're all gonna die
if we don't get rid
of plastic bags
out of supermarkets,"
and "no more straws."
Everything is,
"We're all gonna die."
Anyway, that's my take.
For those of you just joining
or are here for the first time,
I'm your fearless host,
Turtleboy.
Let's take a call.
Hey, "Steve From Southie,"
what's on your mind?
Hey, man.
You been following
this Karen Read case?
Sounds like something
right up your alley.
Yeah, a woman who hit
her cop boyfriend with her car?
Yeah. What's your take on that?
Well, it sucks, huh?
You know, I mean,
you got this woman
who's got it all together,
and, um...
she just got drunk one night,
and appears to have
not even known
that she backed this guy over.
I'm sure
she didn't mean to k*ll him,
and I'm sure
it's eating her up inside.
Well, seems like a story
you should cover.
I mean, uh...
it's sad, yeah,
but I don't know
if there's a story there.
You know,
I'm a "Back-the-Blue" guy,
so, uh, I don't really have
a strong opinion on it.
It's a tragedy.
Yeah, it's a real tragedy
for her.
She's out on bail now,
but they're charging her
with m*rder.
m*rder?
Hold up a sec.
Look at this.
Proctor knows everybody.
He's the lead investigator
on this case,
and I'm there scrolling
through all these pictures,
and it's like
he pretty much knows
everybody who was in that house
that night.
Everyone?
Well, not everyone,
but isn't it
kind of a conflict of interest?
John's a cop.
They're not gonna let this go.
And now it's my a*s
that's on the line.
We're gonna need a bigger team.
Are they kidding?
The-These injuries
are from a car hitting him?
That's their story.
Well, I'm not buying it.
Maybe someone
just needed a scapegoat.
Yeah, well,
that's why I'm here.
I mean, come on.
You mean to tell me they're not
seeing what we're seeing?
Exactly our question.
And did anybody else
have their vehicle
and cell phone taken from them?
I mean, it's like
I was the only suspect.
Well, you're the odd one out.
They're circling their wagons--
everybody and his mother.
Putting only you
on the chopping block.
This is intentional--
this slow drip of discovery
from the prosecution.
Well, they're certainly
taking their time.
It's been months.
They've got a game plan.
Well, they're on
a fishing expedition.
Trying to fit the evidence
to the narrative
they already decided on.
You have a fundamental right
to see the evidence
against you,
and they're taking
their sweet time about it.
They didn't waste any time
taking my car
or my phone, did they?
Let's just drill down on this
for just 10 seconds.
In terms of
the tail-light material,
uh, the-the glass,
the plastic, John's shirt,
the jeans, the belt,
the shoes, the underwear,
the hat-- whatever--
Well, none of it was booked
into evidence until...
March 14th, 2022.
So they just sat on it
for a month and a half?
What the hell?
Is that standard?
No, no, no.
No. We-we don't know
whose possession they were in.
I mean,
what were the circumstances?
W-Were they properly handled?
We have no guarantee
they weren't compromised.
Holy sh*t, Turtle Riders!
This is story-of-the-century
stuff!
I mean, my jaw is...
currently on the floor.
Remember the headlines
that a Boston police officer
was backed over
by his girlfriend
in a snowstorm
after a fight
on a night
they were both drinking?
That was the narrative
that was put out there,
but I have been getting more
and more information on this,
and it's outrageous!
And what we know
for damn sure
is she did not run him over.
No, Karen Read
is a completely innocent woman.
He is something else.
We couldn't get better PR
if we were paying him.
Yeah.
That's because
he's 100% sincere--
a force to be reckoned with.
We're to believe
that Karen was
at least 62 feet away
before she decided
to g*n it in reverse,
and John just...
stood there.
Right?
Just waited to get run over?
Is he dead?
Is he dead?
Kerry! Jen, is he dead?
He's dead. Oh, my God.
Look.
I didn't hear you say it at all.
If I was running around saying,
"I hit him, I hit him,"
you'd think
it would be picked up
by the dash-cam mics.
You'd also be
arrested on the spot.
I mean, we can clearly
hear you say,
"He's dead. He's dead."
But not, "I hit him."
Yeah, you don't hear it,
'cause I never said it.
It's all an elaborate plot
to frame Karen Read.
Now, when I believe
in something,
I don't just say,
"Oh, here's the facts."
No, I go out
and I hold protests,
and I'm looking for
other people to do the same.
Free Karen Read!
Well, we always knew
the key to this case
was seeing people's phones.
You can ask
all the questions you want,
but the hard data--
that is where you find
the really critical stuff
in the 21st century.
Proctor's phone records
are coming in very soon,
or I'm gonna be breathing fire.
Uh... Kerry Roberts
and Jen McCabe's
confirm the timing
of those calls
you made to them
that morning.
We have records
of other investigators.
We have the 9-1-1 records.
Oh, that can't be right.
Did Jen McCabe make
a Google search
at 2:27 that morning?
"How long to die in cold?"
Actually,
she typed in "H-O-S,"
but-but it's...
it's clear what she meant.
Karen? Karen...
Did you k*ll John O'Keefe?
Karen Read
had nothing to do with it.
This is an innocent woman.
Okay? She is the victim
of a conspiracy.
Now, we won't rest
until we get to the bottom
of exactly
who k*lled John O'Keefe.
Not only Karen Read
deserves this,
John O'Keefe deserves this,
and has deserved this
from moment one.
It feels like
we're the only ones
who are fighting for the truth
of what happened
to John O'Keefe.
And me,
and my family,
and my attorneys...
we've marshaled every resource
to get to the truth.
We know who spearheaded it.
You all know.
I tried to save his life.
At 6 a.m. in the morning,
I was covered in his blood.
Why were you so angry
with John that night?
Welcome, Turtle Riders!
There are at least
100 to 200 people here with me
on the Rolling Rally,
and we are
peacefully protesting
the m*rder of John O'Keefe,
and the framing
of an innocent woman.
It is a beautiful day here
for some peaceful protesting,
I'll tell you that much.
There will be no rioting.
No looting.
Nothin' like that.
We are peacefully protesting
the m*rder
of the adoptive father of two
and a Boston police officer
named John O'Keefe.
We are also protesting
on behalf of Karen Read.
You don't get to frame
innocent people
who did nothing wrong!
Free Karen Read!
Free Karen Read!
The scene outside
the courthouse here is unreal!
Hundreds of people here
you would think
are waiting for a movie star,
but the focus
of their attention
is actually former
college professor Karen Read.
Okay, we're ready
for opening statements.
The defendant, Karen Read,
struck Mr. O'Keefe
with her car,
knocking him onto the ground,
striking his head,
and leaving him lying there
to die
in a blizzard.
Karen Read was framed.
Her car
never struck John O'Keefe.
She did not
cause his death...
and that means
that somebody else did.
Hey, blast from the past.
There he is...
in person.
Damn, look at you.
Shut up.
Oh, uh...
You go all out
for a first date.
How is this our first date?
Okay, well,
first date in 16 years.
Come on in.
Let's get a drink first.
Hey, you're talking
my language.
I mean, I don't know...
either most guys are jerks
or I'm just a bad picker.
But, no, no... ex-husband.
No kids.
What is the matter
with guys these days?
They don't see
that you're a catch?
Well, you didn't.
Uh... you broke up with me.
Oh, well...
Well, I'm smarter now.
So, you're-- you're a dad?
Yeah.
Uh, I guess. Kinda.
"Kinda"?
I mean, on your page...
A-Actually, they're my, uh,
my niece and nephew,
but they're mine now.
They were my-my sister's--
uh, Kristi's...
but, uh...
uh, she died.
Oh, my gosh.
I'm-- I'm so sorry.
It was brain cancer.
And then--
I mean, just when you think
God's had this big laugh,
her husband, Stephen,
has a heart attack
two months later.
Jesus, John.
Yeah. Yeah, and the kids,
you know, are orphans,
and that's...
...you know, that's...
that's when family
needs to step in.
They're good kids.
They're good?
Well, then, I guess
that makes you a saint.
I mean,
they're my niece and nephew.
Yeah, but still...
a single guy
taking on two kids?
Are you sure
I broke up with you?
Doesn't sound right.
Well, you were young...
and stupid.
I'll give you that.
Well...
here is to new beginnings.
To new beginnings.
Uh, "Karen", is it?
Don't you remember
last night?
And twice this morning?
Well, I gave you a key
a month ago.
You never use it.
I like it when
my man opens the door for me.
-Ah.
-Mm.
Where are the kids?
Ah, you just missed them.
They went to bed.
Oh, sounds good.
Come on, close the door.
What's going on?
Gotta go to work.
Blow it off.
Can't blow it off.
Oh, come on.
You can be a little late. Hmm?
Come on.
Is she moving in?
Yeah. You'd think
she already did.
She's, uh, pretty much
already always here.
Is that a good thing or--?
Yeah. Yeah, she's great.
And she's great with the kids.
She is good with the kids.
It's nice to have some help,
you know what I mean?
What does, uh, Erin think?
She likes her.
I like her, too.
What're you driving at?
You shopping for rings?
No, I'm just...
I'm asking
for an outside opinion.
So you got my opinion.
She's a thumbs-up.
Are we seriously having
an argument over donuts?
It's not about donuts.
It's about me
telling the kids no,
and you buying them
donuts anyway.
We were running
all around town,
doing errands.
I thought
I was doing something nice,
so sh**t me.
Just don't contradict me
to them. Huh?
You're not their mother.
I don't need
a fun "Aunt Karen"
overriding everything
I tell them.
Seems to me like
you don't want them
seeing me
as a mother figure.
Did I say that?
When did I say that?
What's really going on
here, John?
You keep picking
all these fights with me lately,
and they're always
all about something
that I'm doing wrong
around here--
I'm spoiling the kids,
I'm reorganizing the pantry,
I'm moving the towels--
Ask first!
Oh, I'm sorry, John.
Crime of the century.
I just want to be
part of the decision-making
in my own house!
That's all.
Look, I...
I want you around.
I like it.
I... I'm not trying
to push you away,
I'm just-- I am just a guy
who's set in his ways.
Hmm.
And I am trying my best.
Now...
do you have
any more of those donuts?
Hey, I am a cop, after all.
Mm. A charming one, luckily.
Yeah?
You okay, babe?
Yeah, whatever.
Yeah?
Well, anyway...
do...
do you want to go to Aruba?
What are you talking about?
Laura invited us to Aruba.
Uh, they go every New Year's.
There's a--
There's a group of them.
Who's gonna say no to Aruba?
Ahh!
Shh.
Huh? Shh.
John!
-Hey!
-What the hell was that?
What?
You're making out
with some girl?
Oh, th-that's Marietta.
That's, uh,
Laura's little sister.
I was saying thanks.
Oh, with your tongue?
Jesus!
Um, hi. Nice to meet you.
Go screw yourself.
Both of you.
Karen!
Karen, that is--
No. Don't talk to me.
Look,
I'm embarrassed, too, all right?
I-I was totally outta line.
I apologized to everyone.
I-I even told Marietta
I'd pay for her room.
Okay. That's great, Karen.
I'm sure she appreciated it.
No. She didn't.
She wasn't gonna let me do that,
'cause that would mean
accepting my apology,
and I could tell
she'd rather die than do that.
Okay! We're home!
It's over.
No, it's not over...
because you obviously
haven't forgiven me either.
Look, we have been
on top of each other
non-stop since we left!
Can we just
give this a break?
Okay.
I hear you.
I'm leaving.
Wait a minute.
What-What are you doing?
I get it, John!
Karen, I didn't say
you had to leave.
Karen!
What?
What do you think about us
never going to Aruba again?
Deal.
Hey, hon'.
Hey.
How are you?
Is there
something we need to talk about?
I don't know.
You don't know what?
You know,
I-I don't need this.
You want to be
a little bit more specific?
Yeah. I'm sick of the arguing.
I'm not so quick to jump
back into the...
tch, the lovey-dovey,
as you are.
You know, I've been
trying to get over this hump.
You-You say you don't want
to fight weekly, and...
and then you're so quick
to fly off the handle.
It really feels like
you're setting me up
to fail here, John.
You know...
it's late.
We're both tired.
Let's just, uh, go to bed,
and...
we can forget about this
for now.
Mm. What time is it?
It's time to get going.
No. Let's just stay in bed
a little bit longer.
No. I-I gotta go.
Oh, come on.
Let's start the day off
in a good mood.
John!
What the hell?
Hey.
John, you really hurt me
this time.
Just tell me
if you're interested
in someone else.
I can't think
of any other reason why
you're being this way.
I'm not.
Look--
I'm about
to pick up the kids.
I'm not in the mood
to talk right now. Can I--
Oh, okay, so you're not
into it anymore.
I gotta go.
You know, the other day,
I was trying to talk to you
about our future,
and you were just, like,
"Yeah. Yeah, okay,
what about it?"
Not how it went down,
but okay.
So you're really
not into this anymore?
No, I am just sick
of fighting and arguing
all the time. Like--
Look, I gotta go.
Oh, my God!
Just stop calling me.
Oh, my God.
John! Call me back!
Residents of Canton
are under a blizzard warning
and are advised to prepare
for a dangerous
and historic snowstorm
with life-threatening
conditions.
Heavy snowfall
and strong winds...
Maybe just stay
at home tonight, Karen.
They're saying it's gonna
come down pretty hard.
Nah, the heavy stuff's
not coming till later.
Ah, it's just that
when they say "blizzard,"
it doesn't mean "flurries."
Look--
John and I,
we've been fighting all day.
I think it's really important
for me to see him tonight, Dad.
Besides, if I get snowed in,
I'd rather be up there
with John and the kids,
than here by myself.
Plus, we always have fun
on the weekends.
Well, sweetheart,
just be careful.
Don't worry.
Nothing bad's gonna happen.
Okay.
Okay.
I'll come for a drink.
Hey, can I get a vodka soda?
Can I get one more?
That's drink number four...
five...
six...
...seven--
seven drinks in total,
at McCarthy's,
before the defendant
moved on to the Waterfall,
where she kept drinking.
And then...
she got behind the wheel,
and drove to 34 Fairview
with John O'Keefe.
Free Karen Read!
Free Karen Read!
Free Karen Read!
Free Karen Read!
Free Karen Read!
I didn't think anybody
would be paying attention
when I said
my favorite color was pink.
Free Karen Read!
Free Karen Read!
I'm handing you a document.
Do you recognize it?
Yes.
And what do
you recognize it to be?
It's a text message thread
labeled
"Proctor's Friends."
So these all came from me.
"From all accounts,
he didn't do anything wrong.
She's a whack-job
C-U--"
Objection.
So don't spell it.
You have to--
This is... These are
your words, Trooper Proctor?
Yes, your Honor.
So go ahead and say them.
"She's a whack-job c ."
"She's a babe.
Weird Fall River accent, though.
No a*s."
These are
unprofessional comments,
but they absolutely
do not detract
from the integrity
of the investigation,
or the facts
and the evidence of it.
Sir...
how did you refer to Miss Read
in your text exchange
when you informed them
that you were going
through her phone?
I used regrettable language.
I said that I was going through
his "Ret*rded" client's phone.
And who were you
referring to as "Ret*rded"?
Ms. Read.
So, the person
that you were investigating,
you referred to--
to your bosses--
as "Ret*rded," correct?
Again, poor language
on my part.
"Poor language"
is one way to put it.
"Completely offensive"
is another way to put it.
Then, what did you write,
after you talked about
going through her phone?
"No nudes so far."
So you were looking
for naked photographs
of Miss Read, correct?
No, not correct.
Let me ask you a question.
Have you ever looked
for naked photographs
of male suspects
you were investigating?
I don't look for naked photos
on anyone's phones.
But you just said
you were looking for nudes
of Miss Read.
Like I said, Mr. Jackson--
it was an inappropriate joke.
So, you weren't so much
objectively investigating
Karen Read
as objectifying,
correct?
Before you even
went into the house,
having interviewed
only three folks,
you had this case
nice and wrapped up, didn't you?
Yes.
Based on the evidence uncovered
by my office that day--
the one shoe
discovered at the scene,
the one shoe at the hospital,
Mr. O'Keefe's injuries,
the broken tail piece
underneath the snow, the--
No, Trooper Proctor.
I didn't ask
for your explanation.
I asked,
did you, in your mind,
have this case wrapped up?
Was it cut-and-dry
in your mind?
Yes.
Then you indicated,
"We're gonna put
serious charges on the girl."
Who were you referring to
as "the girl"?
The defendant.
The way
you were going to make it--
cut and dry, right?
Pretty simple!
Just pin it on the girl!
Absolutely not.
Then what did you write?
"She's screwed."
"She's screwed."
You decided, individually,
Trooper Proctor,
that you were not only
going to put it on the girl,
you decided
you were going to make sure
this case was cut and dried,
and the way
you were going to do it
is to make sure
she's "screwed".
I mean, that's what
you were saying.
No. No, absolutely not.
You responded to a text message
from your sister,
"Hopefully,
she kills herself."
Correct?
It was a figure of speech.
You believed,
Trooper Proctor,
that your life
would be much easier
if Karen Read was just dead.
No. No, um... no.
Like I said,
it was a figure of speech.
My emotions got the best of me,
based on, you know,
the fact that Ms. Read
hit Mr. O'Keefe with her vehicle
and left him to die
on the side of the road.
So my emotions
got the best of me
with that figure of speech.
Well, let's talk about
that "figure of speech."
During the course
of your investigation,
your figures of speech
include the following...
"She's a b*tch--"
...a "whack-job,"
a "ret*rd."
"No a*s."
"She's screwed"--
according to you--
and "Screw her."
Correct?
Correct.
Do you agree,
Trooper Proctor,
that you have
dehumanized Karen Read
during the course
of your investigation,
with comments
and words like this?
I would say that...
based off
of that language...
um...
yes.
Because you were
going to make sure
this case was cut and dry--
those were your words, right?
To pin it on "the girl."
Shame on you, sir.
Objection!
...uh, at the Waterfall,
it seemed like
they were quite lovey-dovey.
At 12:37:08 a.m.,
the defendant calls John
and voicemail number one
is left.
Miss Gillman,
would you kindly play
the voicemail
for 12:37:08?
You know what, John?
I g*dd*mn hate you!
Do you hear me?
I g*dd*mn hate you!
At 1:17:37 a.m.,
the defendant calls John.
This is when voicemail six
is left, with voice.
John, do you hear me?
You are screwing
another girl!
What, if anything,
did your brother mention to you
as far as reasons for...
an argument
or points of contention?
Uh, he didn't like it
if, you know,
she spent a lot of money
on the kids for gifts.
I know
there were some arguments
about what she fed 'em--
whether it was Dunkin' Donuts,
or what have you--
things along those lines.
And what, if any,
occasions, uh,
as far as their arguments,
or anything like that,
did you observe,
personally, yourself?
I witnessed, uh...
so, they-they had rented
a house down in Cape Cod.
I witnessed, you know,
one intense fight
between the two of 'em.
Tch. Uh...
it was a verbal argument.
You know--
typical couples fighting.
There was alcohol, uh, involved.
I recall her complaining
that he wasn't nice to her,
you know,
something to that effect.
I was kind of the referee
in that entire situation.
When you make reference
to the alcohol involved--
was that one or both?
Uh, both.
So, both your brother
and the defendant?
Correct.
Do you think
it's standard practice
to borrow Solo cups
from a neighbor
to gather evidence?
Of course not.
Nothing about this scene
was standard.
So, after 8 a.m.,
the crime scene
was completely open, unsecured,
available to anybody?
Correct.
Uh...
so, your expert testimony
is that John O'Keefe
was hit by the SUV
and flew 30 feet?
Would you define "flying"
as being literally in the air
the whole time or--?
I-I don't know.
You tell me. You're the expert.
Well, he was...
Wh-When we say "projected,"
we mean he gets projected,
and then they-they usually
have a landing phase,
and then they land,
or they usually roll or tumble
to final rest.
If struck by a vehicle
going 24 miles per hour,
I'd expect to see fractures
and deep contusions,
not just the abrasions
found on the victim's arm.
Red plastic found in
the debris scraped
from John O'Keefe's clothing
were a match
to the defendant's
damaged tail-light.
The victim's injuries
don't look remotely consistent
with being struck
by a vehicle.
We are here for justice
for John O'Keefe
and justice for Karen Read,
because there is no justice
for John O'Keefe
without justice
for Karen Read!
As the snow melted,
more and more pieces
of tail-light
from the defendant's vehicle
were uncovered
at the scene.
Sergeant, were you-- were you
able to see the video okay?
Uh, based on the motion
of the shot
with the snow falling,
it appears that
there is movement,
but, uh, the video
speaks for itself.
On the ground,
around the rear of
Mr. O'Keefe's parked vehicle,
what, if any, red pieces
or anything do you observe?
Uh, nothing was observed.
John never went in the house--
it's not a story...
it's a fact.
Uh, Mr. O'Keefe's
Apple Health data indicated
he climbed up, or down,
three flights of stairs
between 12:21 and 12:24.
I cross-referenced
Mr. O'Keefe's phone
and his Apple Watch,
and the data indicate
he was still a half-a-mile away
from 34 Fairview at 12:24.
As I left, I noticed
something out of the ordinary,
like a black blob,
on the ground by the flagpole.
It was pretty dark
and snowy.
I was also intoxicated...
drinking.
At 2:27 a.m.,
you made a Google search,
"How long to die in the cold?"
Correct?
Except, you made a mistake
and typed "H-O-S."
"h*s long to die in cold?"
I made that search,
but I made it in the morning
after 6 a.m.,
at your client's request.
I opened up a search tab
at that time, yes,
but I was looking
at a basketball team
for my daughter.
I didn't make that search
until right after
we found John.
Karen screamed at me
to look it up,
and my hands were shaking.
Karen was saying,
"Google hypothermia."
Our analysis showed
that Ms. McCabe's searches for
"how long to die in the cold"
were, in fact, conducted
at 6:23 and 6:24 a.m.
Ms. McCabe, the records show
you made that search
at 2:27 a.m.
I made that search
after 6 a.m.
at your client's request.
She kept saying,
"I hit him.
I hit him.
Oh, my God, I hit him."
"I hit him"?
No, I didn't hear that part.
So you're telling me
you actually
heard what she said
in a snowstorm?
I can tell you today
with 100% clarity,
she said, "I hit him,
I hit him, I hit him."
Mr. Loughran,
when you drove your snowplow
past 34 Fairview that night,
how much of the front lawn area
did your headlights illuminate?
The entire front lawn.
And, at that hour,
at 2:45 in the morning--
did you see anything
in that front-lawn area,
near the flagpole?
I saw nothing.
A body?
No.
No further questions.
Thanks for joining us.
I'm Chris Tanaka
with a WBZ News update.
After weeks of testimony
and dozens of witnesses,
closing arguments
finally said today
in the Karen Read
m*rder trial...
Free Karen Read!
Free Karen Read!
Last day in court.
No more "What's next?"
"What witness is next?"
"What questions
are you gonna be asking them?"
I'm glad that part's
over with.
You're looking at the positive.
That's good.
Yeah.
I woke up this morning,
it just--
it felt weird.
It felt weird not knowing
where I'm gonna sleep tonight.
I could be all alone...
...in prison.
Just look the other way.
That's what they want.
That's what
they're counting on.
But the uncanny fact
is that you have been lied to
in this courtroom,
and your job
is to never, ever
look the other way.
Your singular duty
is to stare down the evidence,
and do it unflinchingly,
and do it unwaveringly.
You are the last line
of defense
between Karen Read
and the tyranny of injustice.
How did we get here?
Hmm?
Well, first...
you build a tall, blue wall...
but, most importantly...
...you pick your patsy,
and you pin it on the girl.
The question is...
what will you do
with this moment?
Ignore the-- the lies,
and the manipulations,
and the misogyny and the bias,
the lack of evidence?
Would you ever do that?
Could you
ever do that?
Or will you say,
with your verdict,
"I see the truth"?
Ladies and gentlemen,
Karen Read is innocent.
Do justice
and find her not guilty.
"I hit him...
I hit him,
I hit him."
Those were the words
of the defendant.
"This is all my fault."
"I did this."
Those were the words
that came from
the defendant's mouth
on January 29th
while John O'Keefe lay dying...
on the front lawn
of 34 Fairview Road,
where the defendant
had left him
after striking him
with her vehicle
several hours before,
and then left him there,
freezing,
in a blizzard.
Moments later,
the defendant leaves
that voicemail,
seething with rage.
Screaming,
"John, I hate you!"
"John, I'm here with your kids.
Nobody knows where you are."
Only somebody did know
where Mr. O'Keefe was.
The defendant knew
exactly where he was,
because she had
driven him there.
She struck him there,
and she left him there to die.
In the morning,
she doesn't ask,
"Is he okay?"
"Is he gonna be okay?"
"How is he?"
Any sort of questions
about his medical condition.
Just, "Is he dead?"
Over and over
and over again.
Facts are stubborn things,
and whatever may be
our wishes,
our inclinations,
or the dictates
of our passions...
they cannot alter
the state of the facts
and of the evidence,
and what the facts
and the evidence
demonstrate here
is that the defendant
drove her car in reverse...
struck Mr. O'Keefe,
causing those catastrophic
brain injuries,
leaving him incapacitated,
and freezing to death.
You could really
sense the anxiety
from Karen Read's supporters,
which is a different story
from yesterday
and the day before,
when they were
excited and confident.
Today, many of them told me
they are nervous,
and expected a verdict by now.
I should've listened to you.
I shouldn't have
gone out that night.
Why did I go out that night?
Look.
I know this has been hell,
but I can't tell you
how proud I am of you.
There's so many women
that identify with you,
because they know what it's like
to be objectified,
dehumanized... victimized.
With you...
they see strength,
and the courage to fight back.
It's hard to describe,
if you're not standing
right here at the courthouse--
as the jury goes into
its fifth day of deliberation,
the feeling in the air
is just different.
I'll take a mistrial, okay?
You can keep me in limbo
for 10 years, just...
just, please...
oh, God, please let me
go home tonight.
Karen... hey.
Just go back to the evidence.
Obviously, we--
...we were all hoping
for a faster, quicker verdict,
but I can't imagine
12 jurors would ever say
you're guilty of anything.
I mean, what if they don't even
let me hug my father
before they put me
in handcuffs?
It's not gonna happen.
Karen...
it's amazing
that it took you until now
to break down like that.
I mean, that just speaks
to your incredible strength.
Verdict.
"Despite our rigorous efforts,
we continue to find ourselves
at an impasse.
To continue to deliberate
would be futile
and only serve
to force us to compromise
these deeply-held beliefs."
I'm not going to do
that to you, folks.
Your service here
is complete.
I'm declaring a mistrial
in this case.
Thank you so much
for your service.
You're not done yet.
Mr. Lally! Will
the Commonwealth retry the case?
This is what happens
when you bring false charges
to an innocent person.
No matter how long it takes,
no matter how long
they keep trying,
we will not stop fighting.
We have no quit.
You're attacking the family
of an innocent man
who was k*lled!
What's the matter
with you people?
Look at 'em--
it's like the Super Bowl,
Mardi Gras,
and
Days of Our Lives,
all rolled into one.
You think these people care
what the truth is?
They're just here to watch
"The Karen Read Show."
A mistrial is not justice.
I don't think
anybody thinks it is.
Yeah, well, it's better
than going to jail, I guess.
Well, justice is what we need,
and justice is not
you walking
out of that courtroom--
it's you
not being charged anymore.
Yeah, well,
I'd rather go to jail
before I plea out.
I will never give them
that win.
Hey, Dad.
No, I didn't.
What's going on?
They're gonna retry it.
How can the defense lie
like that?
No way she did it!
The more evidence I see,
the less I believe.
Closing arguments today
at the retrial
of the Karen Read m*rder case.
It's been
a year since her first trial.
Do you think she'll get
an acquittal this go 'round?
No doubt in my mind.
Karen Read is innocent!
There was no collision.
There was
no collision.
There was... no... collision.
Stare down injustice.
You are the last line of defense
between an innocent woman
and a system
that tried mightily
to bury the truth.
The Commonwealth has
to prove every charge
beyond a reasonable doubt--
to an unshakable
moral certainty!
No officer
ever heard Karen Read say,
"I hit him."
It's not in a single
police report! Nowhere!
The fact is,
there was no collision.
A car didn't k*ll John O'Keefe,
and Karen Read
is an innocent woman.
Find Karen Read not guilty...
not guilty...
not guilty.
Karen Read was drunk.
She hit him,
and she left him to die.
John didn't go into any house.
He couldn't.
His phone never moved again.
She leaves him a voicemail--
"Nobody knows where you are."
Panic.
Drunken denial is setting in.
They were fighting.
She got drunk,
she hit him,
she left him to die--
simple as that.
John O'Keefe
was m*rder*d by Karen Read.
On day four
of jury deliberations
in the retrial
of Karen Read,
the mood here
is of increasing concern
that this trial may end up
just like the last one--
with a mistrial.
Hello?
All right, I appreciate
you all getting back here.
Uh, during the luncheon break,
I received word
that the jury
knocked on the door,
indicating
that they had a verdict,
but shortly thereafter,
they knocked again...
and said
that they do not have a verdict.
So, I would ask everyone
remain in the building
until the end of the day.
Ahem.
We're close.
It's coming.
Mr. Foreman,
members of the jury,
have you agreed
upon a verdict?
Yes.
Mr. Foreman,
in the matter of
m*rder in the Second Degree,
what say you?
Not guilty.
Manslaughter
while operating
under the influence--
what say you?
Not guilty.
Operating
under the influence of liquor
by operating
a motor vehicle--
so say you, Mr. Foreman?
Guilty.
Leaving the scene
after an accident
resulting in death--
not guilty, or guilty?
Not guilty.
Honestly, it was
the most emotional experience
I've ever been part of.
Uh, I feel
I would be disrespecting
everything our Founding Fathers
risked their lives for,
if I wasn't out there
fighting for Karen.
In a statement,
John O'Keefe's family
called the verdict
a "devastating miscarriage
of justice".
You know, I've been preparing
for this for a long time--
both the worst and the best,
and I'm-I'm...
I'm so happy
that it turned out for the best.
I just want to say two things.
Number one, is I couldn't
be standing here today
if it wasn't for
these amazing supporters,
who've supported me,
and my team,
financially,
and more importantly,
emotionally,
for almost four years.
And the second thing
I want to say
is that no one
has fought harder for justice
for John O'Keefe
than I have--
than I have, and my team.
Thank you. Thank you.
I remember everything.
I said,
"Could I have hit him?"
"Did I hit him?"
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Accused: The Karen Read Story (2026)
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