05x11 - Truth and Reconciliation

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(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(BABY CRYING)

(CONTINUES CRYING)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(BABY CRYING)

(CONTINUES CRYING)

(SINGING RUSSIAN LULLABY)

(CRYING QUIETS)

(CONTINUES SINGING RUSSIAN LULLABY)

She's having a tough night, eh?

My little angel?

She's just teething.

(TAKES ENVELOPE)

I'm short $ .

I'll make it up next month.

- You have my word, Ivan.
- Shh.

I'll need $ more. Hmm?

For interest.

(SIGHS)

- (g*nshots)
- (BABY CRYING)

(GRUNTS)

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

(TRAIN WHEELS CLACKING)

MRS. PIERCE:
Sweet little baby and her daddy

sh*t dead in the street.

Nobody deserves that,
not even two-bit gangsters.

Creep was fleecing money

from every business
in the neighborhood, even mine.

(ELECTRONIC CHIMING)

- Mm-hmm.
- Here you go, Mrs. Pierce.

Excuse me. Morning.

My name's Detective Joe Kaminsky.

Do you happen to know the whereabouts

of an Arthur Craddick?

I'm Arthur Craddick.

Hmm. Is this your son?

Someone we can call to look after him?

Look after my son? Why?

Well, we just want you
to come down to the station,

Mr. Craddick,
just to answer some questions.

You have my word, no big deal.

Got a little crazy around here
the other night,

and we're talking to lots of people.

Just kind of tough to know
how long it's gonna take.

Don't go, Dad.

(SIGHS)

Hey, Leo.

Don't worry.

Whatever this is, it's, um...

it's just a mistake.

I'll be back before you know it.

Would you do me a favor, Mrs. Pierce?

I have an employee who's coming
in about ten minutes

to take over.

Leo and I will keep watch
till he gets here.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

Why are you looking like that?

You heard the man.

All they want to do
is have a little talk.

Isn't that right, Detective?

Just a little talk.

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO TRANSMISSION)

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (ELECTRONIC CHIMING)

(KNOCKING)

- (DOOR OPENS)
- BULL: Mr. Craddick.

I'm Dr. Jason Bull.

Uh, your attorney said
you wanted to see me.

You're the expert witness
my attorney hired?

Yeah. I'm a psychologist.

I'm here to try and get the jury
to understand

eyewitness testimony isn't
all it's cracked up to be.

He told you I didn't do it, right?

I didn't k*ll that man and his baby.

Honestly, it didn't really come up.

I'm here to tell the jury

about eyewitness testimony, not you.

Okay, I get what you're doing,
but I need you to know...

I'd never k*ll anybody.

I have a ten-year-old son.

His mom d*ed when he was a toddler.

I'm all he's got.

Sure.

What can I do for you, Mr. Craddick?

You can tell me
I'm gonna go home to my boy.

Look, I'm not a lawyer,

but from what I can tell,

they don't really have much of a case.

It's mostly circumstantial evidence.

What they're gonna do is tell a story

about how you're some kind of vigilante

who took matters into his own hands.

But there's nothing in your background

that substantiates that idea.

So all they really have is
this one supposed eyewitness,

whose testimony...

really isn't very strong at all.

So you think...

this might go my way?

Mr. Craddick, I believe

that if your attorney picked
a decent jury,

a jury of your peers,

then yeah.

KAMINSKY: We got a
call. A neighbor said

he was home asleep when two
g*nshots outside woke him up.

- (SIGHS)
- From his third-floor window

he saw a male figure... The sh**t...

Running away from a dead body
lying on the sidewalk.

You should object. That's hearsay.

Please. Leave the lawyering to me.

GLOVER: And what happened next,
Detective?

The neighbor came into the precinct

to give a more detailed statement.

At that time, I also laid out six photos

of possible suspects for him to review.

He identified the sh**t immediately.

Did it with great certainty.

GLOVER: And the person
the neighbor identified,

do you see that person
in the courtroom today?

I certainly do.

The defendant Arthur Craddick.

GLOVER: Thank you.

BULL: Eyewitness testimony is actually

the oldest category
of trial evidence there is.

Ironically, when we look at the data,

it's also the most flawed category

of trial evidence there is.

It has the highest probability
for error.

Error? Huh.

Okay, so what would cause
a witness to make

a false identification?

Well, let's look at the identification

at the center of this case.

The witness was three stories up,

seeing whatever he saw
in the dark of night.

He was roused from sleep.

Clearly not a recipe for precision.

And then he gets taken
down to the station house,

and they lay six photographs
in front of him.

Six photos all at once.

And what's wrong with that?

Research studies have taught us

that when we present witnesses
with a group of choices,

they feel tremendous pressure
to pick one.

Whether they actually see the
person they're looking for or not,

they feel like they're not doing

their job unless they pick one.

The better practice is
to present photos one at a time,

and that way the witness
can consider each individually,

thoughtfully,

and they can eliminate or
identify candidates as they go.

Then there's familiarity.

And the eyewitness
and Mr. Craddick were neighbors.

They apparently
didn't know each other, but...

we are reasonably sure
that they saw each other

around the neighborhood...
At the park, on the street.

And the point is, the pull
of familiarity can be

incredibly powerful.

I mean, it's a force that inclines us

to select the face we've seen before

over the one
that's completely new to us.

So, in your expert opinion, Dr. Bull,

can this eyewitness account be trusted?

In my expert opinion, no.

You don't send a man to prison
for the rest of his life

based on the word of one lone witness

whose testimony,
no matter how well-meaning,

has a far greater probability
of being wrong than right.

(GAVEL BANGS) _

We, the jury, find the
defendant Arthur Craddick...

...guilty of two counts of m*rder.

No.

(SOBBING, SNIFFLING)

JUDGE: Thank you, jury,
for your civic service today.

All parties will reconvene
for sentencing in two weeks.

Court is adjourned.

(WOMAN CONTINUES CRYING)

I didn't do it.
I had nothing to do with it.

I didn't k*ll your son,
your granddaughter.

- (GAVEL BANGING)
- Miss, I didn't k*ll your husband.

- I-I don't even own a g*n!
- Order!

- I didn't... I didn't do it!
- Order!

I didn't do anything.
You don't understand.

Order in this court!

- (GAVEL BANGING)
- I didn't do it! I didn't do it.

I didn't do it! I didn't...

(BRAKES SQUEAKING)

DRIVER: We're here.

Thanks. I'll probably be a while.

(LOCK BUZZES)

(KEY RATTLING IN LOCK)

Arthur.

Wasn't sure you'd remember me
after years.

(CHUCKLES) Well,
you're looking good. I like the glasses.

Back at you.

(SIGHS): So...

how's your son? Leo?

(SIGHS)

He's doing all right.

Graduated from college last year.

In a program now to become a
licensed clinical social worker.

Getting into that, uh, "good trouble"

John Lewis talked about.

(CHUCKLES) Fantastic.

When I got sent up,

he went to stay with his great-aunt.

Then she passed, and...

well, he became a ward of the state,

bounced around the foster system...

Yeah.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

It's been tough.

Got a lot of anger.

But... somehow he survived.

(SIGHS)

Managed to keep
our little family intact,

even though we're not together.

Oh.

You're asking the court
to give you a new trial?

And you wrote this motion yourself?

Wrote it and filed it.

And a judge has agreed
to hold a hearing.

Impressive.

I taught myself the law.

Became a bona fide jailhouse lawyer.

You know,
they even nicknamed me the Counterman,

because I helped folks out
with various legal matters.

(CHUCKLES) Okay, Counterman,
why'd you call me?

I'm still not a lawyer.

It's not like I did you
much good last time.

It wasn't you.

It was that jury.

I've been reading about you.

Juries are
kind of your thing now, right?

Maybe you'll help me with that?

Maybe you can testify

as a character witness?

Sure.

But, Arthur, you're still
a ways from picking a jury.

You did get a judge

to agree to a new hearing.

But now you have to get that judge

to agree to a new trial.

And you know the first question
that judge is gonna ask?

"Have you got any new evidence?"

So, do you?

How about a signed confession
from the man

who really did k*ll Ivan
and that little baby?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Dr. Bull?

Ms. Morgan.

Thanks for coming.

I know it must seem odd
getting a call from a stranger

while you're out of town
at a convention...

I work for Homeland Security.

Trust me, before I came
down here to meet you,

I made it my business
to know far more about you

than you're probably comfortable with.

Well, let's hope that's a good thing.

Now what can I do for you?

Well, as you probably know,
I'm a psychologist,

and as it happens,

I am here in town for a trial.

The last few years I've been

doing a lot of work as a...

Expert witness.

It's in the file.

And I realized that this
convention was in town...

I figured that.

Yeah, so coincidentally I've
been reading a lot about you

and your theories,
and I came by the hotel here

to pick up the convention
journal, and lo and behold,

there you were.

Lo and behold.

Look...

I'm a fan.

Of what?

Of yours.

Near as I can tell,
you are the leading figure

in the science of predictive behavior.

As a matter of fact,
you may be the only figure

in the science of predictive behavior.

Okay.

And why do you care?

I have an idea for a business.

Oh, my God.

You are not gonna pitch me your vision

for a cutting-edge matchmaking service,

are you, because I have
heard that one five times

in the last two years.
Although to be honest,

those guys bought me drinks and dinner

before they brought it up.

Let me start over.

Before I flew to Ohio, I was involved

in a trial in New York.

Guy was innocent.

The thing is...

he had the wrong jury.

'Cause, you see, picking

a jury is easy.

You just do your homework...
You follow the demographic

and socioeconomic indicators.

But a trial,
once you've picked those people,

well, that trial is
a living, breathing thing,

and sometimes it starts
out being about one thing

and ends up being about
something else entirely.

And you have no way of knowing

how all this testimony and this evidence

is affecting that group
of people you've selected.

You're in the dark.

But what if you weren't?

What if you had a window

into how they were feeling?

What they were thinking.

And what if you could use
that information

to adjust your trial strategy

accordingly?

What if

you could... Predict their behavior.

Now would be a really good time
to buy me that drink.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Excuse me?

Morning.

My name's Leo Craddick.
I'm Arthur Craddick's son.

This is what we call the mock courtroom.

When there's no pandemic, what we do is

we recruit people to come down
here and pretend to be jurors.

We also audition trial strategies.

Closing arguments.

Sometimes we rehearse witnesses.

Get 'em used to the idea
of offering testimony.

I didn't even know places
like this existed.

Listen...

truth is, we have no money
for any of this.

Well, isn't that serendipitous?

I don't want any money for any of this.

Look... in a lot of ways, your dad

was the inspiration for all this.

I remember sitting there at his trial,

realizing there was nothing I could do,

and it...

(SIGHS)

Well, it made me feel so helpless.

And I suddenly thought to myself...

maybe it's time
to try something different.

I'm just saying...

we've got a written confession.

I'm not sure we're going
to be needing any of this.

Trust me, you're gonna need
all the help you can get.

If you want to win the motion
for a new trial,

that judge is going to have to find

that the confession is admissible.

That the witness is credible.

Signing a piece of paper is one
thing, but getting up there

in court, saying it out loud,
convincingly,

under the pressure
of a tough cross-exam,

that is a whole nother ball of wax.

Is there any way I can
see the confession?

Any way my people could meet this fella?

So the confession is
from a contract k*ller?

A mob hit man?

Yep. Turns out everybody had it wrong.

They all figured it to be
one of the business owners

that k*lled Ivan to put
a stop to the shakedowns.

Turns out it was about territory.

The mob wanted a piece of Ivan's action,

and Ivan wasn't down with that.

So they k*lled him.

Sure did.

And his baby.

And exactly why is this
contract k*ller confessing?

I mean, according to this file,
he's only years old.

Doesn't he get that he'll probably

spend the rest of his life in prison?

Did I not mention he's dying?

KIRIL: men.

...

But Ivan was easy to track.

Careless.

Bravado with no brains.

I remember thinking...

that k*lling Ivan Kovolchuk

would be the easiest $ ,

I would ever make.

So let's talk about the murders.

No. Not murders.

m*rder.

One... Ivan.

The baby girl wasn't...

I didn't know she was there.

She was an accident.

A mistake.

I don't deny pulling the trigger, but...

...there is no greater insult to God

than to k*ll one of his babies.

No matter how much I try

to atone for that child's death...

God always gets the last word.

Myeloma.

Blood cancer.

Mr. Colón?

Any idea when

your witness plans
on making an appearance?

We've been sitting here
for half an hour.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, yes, yes, of course, Your Honor.

Well, we are doing everything we can

to locate him.

I do apologize, for the delay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I don't understand.

You said you hired

- an ambulance to bring him here.
- (PHONE BUZZING)

How do you lose an ambulance?

(WHISPERING):
Danny, where the hell are you?

- I've been waiting...
- DANNY: He's dead, Bull.

We were going through
the Midtown Tunnel and he just

started gasping for breath and...

then he just d*ed.

Even with rush hour traffic
with the siren on,

we couldn't get out of the tunnel.

I-I couldn't get cell service and...

We need to talk to the judge.

I don't deny pulling the trigger,

but... there is no greater

insult to God than to k*ll

one of his babies.

No matter how much I try

to atone for that child's

death...

God always gets the last word.

Myeloma.

Blood cancer.

Ms. Glover, I'll hear you next.

Thank you.

Your Honor, the People urge you

to deny this motion on the
grounds that this new evidence

is... despite what Mr.
Craddick's attorneys may say...

Rank hearsay.

We were not given the
opportunity to be present

when the declarant gave
his so-called confession.

And consequently we were not able

to cross-examine him.

Your Honor... (SCOFFS)
no one wishes that Mr. Sidorenko

was alive and here today
more than we do.

These are obviously
extenuating circumstances.

I...

Even setting that aside,

this alleged new evidence
is less a dying declaration

and more like a deathbed fairy tale,

replete with melodrama
and a third act reversal.

We're expected to take
the word of a criminal?

An accomplished liar?
A professional k*ller?

This man was paid to m*rder
people... he could just

as easily have been paid
to lie on that video.

And given his illness,

Mr. Sidorenko had nothing to lose.

For that reason alone,

we beseech Your Honor

to dismiss this motion for a new trial.

There is no new evidence here.

Just new distractions.

New... distortions.

Thank you, Counselor.

The court would like
to take a brief recess

to consider both the legal
briefs and this new evidence.

Let's reconvene in minutes.

Call it. Can't. We made
a compelling argument,

but so did the A.D.A.

I hear you. I wish I had
a better sense of the judge.

You guys are crazy.

It's done. It's over.

My father is coming home.

People know the truth when they hear it.

Did you see the look
on the face of his widow?

On his mother?

Leo, they're not the ones

deciding whether we get a new trial.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

LEO: Hey, Detective Kaminsky.

I'm sorry. One of you call my name?

I did. My name's Leo Craddick.

No. Leo...

I'm Arthur Craddick's son.

The little boy
whose father you locked up

for something he didn't do?

Today's the day, Kaminsky.

There's gonna be a reckoning.

- A reckoning?
- You heard me.

Cops who put innocent people behind bars

need to face consequences...
Professional consequences,

financial consequences,
legal consequences...

And you're going to.

You gentlemen heard that, right?

This young man just threatened me.

The judge is back.

Judge is back.

Nice to see you again, Leo.

(WHISPERING): What the hell was that?

- Uh...
- That cannot happen again.

CONWAY: A.D.A. Glover, Mr. Colón,

I've read your briefs
and heard the arguments.

- (QUIETLY): Hey.
- On reflection, I find

Mr. Sidorenko's statement
highly troubling.

Frankly, it begs many
more questions than it answers.

But given the People's lack of access

to the witness when he was available,

I find the evidence falls short

of meeting the court's
definition of "substantial."

And so, the motion

for a new trial is denied
without prejudice.

If any more evidence

comes to light,
you can file a new motion.

Move for a sentence review.
Argue substantial assistance.

Do it now.

(CLEARS THROAT) Uh, Your Honor, I ask

that the court please
consider a reduction

of Mr. Craddick's sentence.

On what grounds?

Well, Mr. Sidorenko's sworn
testimony details other murders

he committed, murders never
solved by the police.

By tracking down Mr. Sidorenko,
Mr. Craddick has, in effect,

offered substantial assistance
to law enforcement.

And as I'm sure you're aware,

that qualifies him
for a reduced sentence.

Your Honor,
the People strenuously object.

This is obviously a cheap ploy

by Mr. Craddick's lawyers. Just...

The motion for a new trial
was actually a very close call.

So I will allow your motion, Mr. Colón,

and reduce Mr. Craddick's
sentence from years to life,

down to years to years.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this court is adjourned.

- (BENNY CHUCKLES)
- BULL: All right.

Why does everyone look so happy?

Pops is still locked up for years.

Actually, if I remember
my penal code correctly,

to means I...

Could be immediately released
from prison on parole.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Back in my law clinic days,

I helped some inmates prep for parole.

Saw the system from the inside.

It's not pretty.

How do you mean?

Well, the decisions tend to be
really random, inconsistent.

And from what I saw, a Black
inmate is twice as likely

as a white one to be denied parole,

and that's for the exact same crime.

Uh, any more good news?

Well, for starters,

everything that we're doing
here is completely irrelevant.

There's no voir dire, there's
no cross-examining anyone,

there's no rebuttal of witnesses.

Parole decisions are not
subject to due process,

which means the inmates
can't even appeal.

Look, I'm sorry, but I'm worried

that we're bringing trial
science to a Kn*fe fight.

Should we talk about the
three parole commissioners

Bull, Benny and Arthur will be facing?

I got these names
from the prison administrator

about an hour ago.

You are looking at a former prosecutor,

a retired family court judge,
and a retired police captain.

Oh, my people.

(LAUGHS)

N-No.

How in the hell is Arthur gonna
get two of these three folks

to be on his side?

Come on. It is not as bad as all that.

Arthur has a clean disciplinary record,

a near-perfect score
on the recidivism risk exam,

and an impressive parole plan.

Marissa, we're talking about a Black man

who has already been found
guilty of a double m*rder.

The chance of these three telling him

he can go home early?

I'm thinking slim to none.

You ever been to one of these?

- A parole hearing?
- Mm.

Yup, I've testified.

But only as a prosecutor.

And I was in and out.
Said my piece, and I left.

Oh, I've been doing a lot of research,
talking to a lot of people.

- It's a weird beast.
- How do you mean?

There's this unspoken rule.

Turns out parole is premised on guilt

and contingent on expressing remorse.

I'm not following.

Well, the trap a lot
of inmates fall into is

they try to relitigate their crime.

They deny that they did it,
and apparently

the second the commissioners hear that,

they instantly deny
the petitioner parole.

So wait a second.

So, when Arthur gets up there to speak,

what's he supposed to say... "I did it"?

Well, based on what I'm hearing,

these commissioners
are expecting an apology

for a crime our client didn't commit.

So what do we do?

Advise him to lie
so he can get out of prison,

or tell the truth
and k*ll his chances for parole?

Neither. I think what we have

to do is construct
a permission structure.

A what?

(LOCK BUZZES, LATCH CLICKS)

Permission structure.

It's a way of giving people permission

to embrace a decision that,

on its face, seems counterintuitive.

A decision that they think
they came to on their own,

even though we placed the
seeds to make it possible.

(LOCK BUZZES)

Good afternoon.

My name is Leo Craddick,
and I'm Arthur Craddick's son.

Before my father was arrested,
I played baseball as a kid,

and my dad was my Little League coach.

Before every game, he'd gather us

around and say
"Swing hard, boys, swing hard."

That's what he's done behind bars.

Never stopped being a parent,

- never stopped loving me.
- Do you see Kovolchuk's widow here?

years of prison is enough
to break most anyone's soul.

No.

But my father's never broke.

He taught himself the law.

He made it his business
to finish college.

And upon his release,

he plans to attend night classes
at Hudson University Law School

while working part-time
as a warehouse clerk.

I've asked him to come live with
me, become part of my household.

Maybe even make up for some
of the years that we've lost.

I hope you'll agree
that our parole plan includes

every necessary element
for a successful transition.

Work, family, ambition.

I'm taking it on faith
that you're sitting there

because you believe in the power

of second chances.

That you believe in the power
of redemption.

That you believe that a man's ability

to make a contribution to society lasts

as long as he draws breath.

My father's ready.

Please extend this opportunity to him.

You will not regret it.

Society will not regret it.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you, Mr. Craddick.

(KARINE SNIFFLES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Ivan was a happy little boy

who maybe went wild as a teenager.

Did bad things, yes.

But was a wonderful father.

His little girl Galina,

my Galishka, should have turned
this month.

Eighth grade. Sleepovers, school dances.

All of it destroyed...

by Arthur Craddick.

He took my son.

He took my granddaughter.

The dead don't get a voice.

So it's for them that I beg you.

Do not release the man who
assassinated Ivan and Galina.

(CRYING QUIETLY)

BULL: Marissa?

Listen, do me a favor.

Ivan's wife, the little girl's mother...

Zasha Kovolchuk...
She didn't show up today.

That's odd. She attended
every day of the original trial

and the motion hearing, didn't she?

She sure did.

So, what's more important to her

than testifying
against Arthur's release?

I'll ask Taylor to look into it.

Hate to admit it,
but this contract k*ller,

Kiril Sidorenko,
was very good at his job.

I love a good
inspirational success story.

How do you mean?

Well, the guy never established
a signature pattern

that the cops could latch onto.

Never did the same thing twice.

I have been through every m*rder
he's been accused of,

including the ones he admitted
to in his taped confession,

and there's nothing concrete
that ties those killings

to the Kovolchuk murders.

Any news from the front?

Bull is suddenly very interested

in Zasha Kovolchuk, Ivan's widow.

Why? What did she do
to get his attention?

She was not at the hearing today,

and Bull wants to know why.

Maybe she had to work.

Let's find out.

According to the background
file I've been compiling on her,

at the time of the murders,
and for years after,

she worked as a cashier

at a Russian bakery in Little Ukraine.

And now?

Give me a sec.

, never married or had another child.

What about work?

Or maybe she moved away.

- What's her current address?
- Oh.

Apparently, Zasha Kovolchuk
owns a two-bedroom,

two-and-a-half-bath condominium
in Syosset, Long Island

for which she paid a lot of money.

How much is a lot?

More than your place is worth.

Sorry. I had to look it up when
we were defending you and Greg.

She also owns

a small chain of Russian
bakeries in the tristate area.

Uh, a chain? How is that possible?

You just said she was a cashier.

GLOVER: Good morning, commissioners.

This case is tragically simple.

Two people, a young man and his baby,

were gunned down in cold blood.

This was a crime
for which a judge saw fit

to give Arthur Craddick a life sentence.

And the only reason
that we're here today even

entertaining this parole, is because,

through no effort
on Arthur Craddick's behalf,

a dying, hired contract k*ller confessed

to some other unsolved murders
that the police were anxious

to get off their dockets.

And as for

Mr. Craddick's parole plan,
let's review it one more time.

As it turns out,
Hudson University Law School

has just informed us that they are

withdrawing Arthur Craddick's acceptance

upon learning of his conviction
for double m*rder.

We've also been informed
that the warehouse manager

who had offered a job to Mr. Craddick

is likewise withdrawing the offer

after learning that he was
convicted of k*lling a child.

And here, Leo's landlord,

with a duty to protect his other tenants

from a convicted m*rder*r,
has now changed his mind.

And will evict Leo if,
in fact, Arthur moves in.

Let there be no ambiguity.

Mr. Craddick is a remorseless k*ller

who, without a home
or a job or a purpose,

is not at all poised
to successfully reenter society.

I don't understand.

Why are they doing this?

Who are they protecting?

Themselves.

So, last night, while
I was trying to find out

everything I could about Zasha Kovolchuk

and how she could afford
such a nice home

and so many businesses, I
discovered the damnedest thing.

Starting right after
the murders, Zasha received

monthly cash payments in
amounts ranging from $ ,

to $ , from...

You're gonna love this.

...her husband's assassin,

the late Kiril Sidorenko.

Excuse me?

So, what did he say on that tape?

"No matter how much I have tried
to atone for Galina's death..."

He didn't say "repent,"
he said "atone," which...

is a debt of forgiveness
that can never truly be repaid.

So... Kiril Sidorenko tried,
in his own way,

to buy her forgiveness.

Yeah. We have to get her
to that parole hearing.

Uh, what do you mean?

Well, Arthur isn't allowed to
testify to his own innocence.

But she can.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for a messenger.

I need to sign something.

(CHUCKLES): Yeah. I'm
sorry. That's my fault.

There's no messenger. I mean,
I was the one who called you.

I work for Arthur Craddick.

Did you know he wasn't
guilty before the hearing?

Before you saw the tape?
You didn't, did you?

That's why you stopped
showing up for the hearings.

You realized after all these years

you'd been wrong.

Who do you think the man was
sending you money every month?

Ms. Kovolchuk,
I need you to come with me

and testify on Arthur's behalf.

Leave me alone, or I'm
going to call the police.

Believe me, the police
are the last people

you want in your life right now.

You pocketed $ , ,
all of it undeclared.

You know what that's called? Tax fraud.

Then you funneled that blood money

into business transactions.

That's called money laundering.

But from the second that you knew

Arthur didn't k*ll your husband
and you kept it to yourself...

that's obstruction of justice.

So you come with me, and
I will do everything I can

to make that stuff go away.

But I need you to talk
to the parole board.

♪

You know where our friend
Detective Kaminsky is?

I have no idea.

SCHUSTER: Mr. Craddick,

you're now invited to speak
on your own behalf.

Well, if it pleases the parole board,

we would like to call
one last support witness.

We would not ask for the additional time

if we didn't believe the witness
to be vitally important.

Certainly.

Go ahead.

(DOOR OPENS)

Good afternoon.

For years, the legal system told me,

over and over again,

that Arthur Craddick k*lled
my baby and k*lled my husband.

It wasn't their opinion,
it wasn't their theory,

it was simply the fact.

And that fact has been a rock
my grief could always hold onto.

My certainty that that man
was in a jail for what he did.

But...

...at that hearing, watching
Kiril Sidorenko's confession

changed all of that.

Robbed me of all of that.

Because when you
finally hear the truth...

no matter what people try
to insist the facts are,

you know.

You know deep in your heart.

I loved my husband,

but let me tell you something
about my husband.

My husband was a criminal.

He threatened people.

He took their money.

And he dared them to call the police.

So trust me, I know about criminals.

So when you ask me,
"What do you think, Zasha?

Who sh*t your baby and your husband?"

A hired k*ller?

So bigger criminals, tougher criminals,

jealous of your husband's success,

can thr*aten people, take their money

and dare them to call the police?

Or a local dry cleaner,

bringing up a child alone,
with everything to lose

and very little to gain.

I think the answer is obvious.

As much as I want to believe
in Arthur Craddick's guilt...

the terrible truth is...

I know now...

he is innocent.

SCHUSTER: A.D.A. Glover,
your next witness?

Right.

Actually... the original
investigator on this case,

Detective Joseph Kaminsky,

was scheduled to testify today,

but as you can see...

he's not here yet.

SCHUSTER: And are you
in communication with him?

Is he close?

Actually, I've been unable to reach him.

Frankly, the facts relating

to Detective Kaminsky's
investigation some years ago,

all of which are circumstantial,

are already familiar
to all of us sitting up here

on the board.

What I'd like to do at this point

is simply move along.

Of course.

(SIGHS) Well...

what once started as a
straightforward parole petition

has suddenly turned into
something highly unusual,

something that typically falls
outside of our purview:

The question of this inmate's

guilt or innocence.

May I please say something?

A tragedy like this,

it's got a blast radius,

destroying lives
in every single direction.

My family...

your family, we're connected by that.

I truly am sorry, Mrs. Kovolchuk,

for all you've been through.

That's all.

I'm sorry for all of it.

For the agony we've all suffered.

(SPEAKING QUIETLY)

If you're through, Mr. Craddick,

we'd like to render our decision.

(CLEARS THROAT)

In the matter of inmate Arthur Craddick,

it is our unanimous decision that...

parole shall be granted.

(TAKING DEEP BREATHS)

Dr. Bull...

thank you.

You're welcome. Only took years.

(BOTH CRYING)

(LOCK BUZZES)

I didn't dream that, right?

No, you didn't dream it.

Hot off the presses.

A.D.A. has agreed to file a motion

to vacate Arthur's conviction.

That means full exoneration.

She also says...

he should be out of here
tomorrow morning.

Man, I got to buy a bed tonight.

I cannot tell you,
I have imagined this moment

hundreds of times.

(SIREN APPROACHING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Leonard Craddick.

I'm Leonard Craddick.

- Officers, what's going on here?
- I need to know

if any of you have any weapons
on your person.

- LEO/BULL/BENNY: No.
- Everybody keep your hands

- on your heads, please.
- BULL: We're Mr. Craddick's counsel.

We have a right to know
what this is all about.

What the hell?

Leonard Craddick, you are under arrest

for the m*rder of
Detective Joseph Kaminsky.

- Anything you say can and will
- Kaminsky's dead?

Be used against you

in a court of law. You have the right...

Leo, it's gonna be all right.
Officer, he is to remain

unquestioned until we get there.

Leo, you don't say anything to anybody!

You understand?