02x16 - Vox Populi

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- What does your mom do again?
- I don't know, charity stuff.

I'm the one you call
when you can't call .

Previously on The Equalizer...

You don't work
for a charity, do you, Mom?

No matter what I do,
I'm always your mom.

I know that you lied to me.

- I am a NYPD...
- Stop!

This guy's a cop.

We'll take him out to Youngstrom's farm.

No one will ever know.

Give that to the chief for me.

I'm afraid of who I might become.

Okay, what about Leroy, if it's a boy?

Leroy? Oh, you can't be serious.

What? It's distinguished.

My uncle's name is Leroy.

Your uncle is also years old.

I will not do that to our child.

Our child.

- The food.
- No, no, no. I'll go.

You and little Leroy stay.

Uh-uh. I'm telling you,
Leroy is gonna come out

with an AARP card.

Tim Colvin?

Yeah.

You're under arrest for r*pe and m*rder

- in the first degree.
- Wait, wait, I'm under arrest for what?

You have the right to remain
silent, anything you say

- can and will be held against you
- This isn't right.

- In a court of law.
- You got the wrong guy.

Stop! He-he didn't do anything!

- We'll figure this out. I love you.
- Tim?

- I love you!
- Tim!

If, after considering
the testimony and evidence,

you find that the defendant
did commit the offenses

of r*pe and m*rder in the first degree,

then you are authorized
to find the defendant guilty.

If you have any reasonable doubt,

then you must acquit the defendant.

The verdict must be unanimous.

And despite the seriousness
of the alleged offenses,

you are to consider the facts

without sympathy
or concern for punishment.

Well, that's nine days
we will never get back again.

Could've been one if they didn't insist

on "talking lawyer."

I don't know, I mean,

you hear about guys like this
all the time,

but to actually be a part of it...

Pretty cool.

Let me guess.

You're obsessed with true crime.

Excuse me? What do you care?

How long do you think
we all have to be in here?

I have work.

Oh, we all got our lives to get back to.

Well, you're the foreman.

What do you think about
taking a vote now?

Sure.

Let's take a vote.

Let's do hands in the air.

All for guilty?

Wait. Really?

I was gonna say the same thing.

You really think the defense
proved this guy is innocent?

She doesn't have to.

The prosecution has to prove
that he's guilty

beyond a reasonable doubt,

and I have one.

He's clearly guilty.

He admitted to being at the scene.

He was spotted running away

right after the victim's time of death.

He admitted to being in
the building, not at the scene,

and haven't you ever run for a cab?

What about his violent history?

The argument with his fiancée?

The cut on his arm?

Right, from struggling with the victim.

Weren't you listening to the evidence?

I was.

He said he got the cut

from tripping on the street, and...

it was on his hand, not his arm.

- Does it matter where the cut was?
- Maybe.

Look, I'm not sure

of his innocence,
but what I do know is that

if we vote to convict,

a human being goes to prison

for the rest of his life.

So he deserves to have us
take a hard look

at the facts.

The least we could do is start
by getting them straight.

Mom. Hey, where's my red hoodie?

I want to wear it to Dad's this weekend.

It is in the laundry room.

And you know that machine is
not password protected, right?

When's Aunt Vi done
with jury duty again?

What does that have to do
with you helping out around here

before you go to your dad's?

By the way...

how are you feeling about
seeing your dad?

What do you mean?

These questions
he's been asking you about me,

about what I'm involved in.

I mean, I'm-I'm fine.

Well, if I have to lie
to keep your secret...

I know how to handle Dad.

Well...

Don't start trying that around here.

What?

What? No way.

Would never.

Yeah, never. That's right.

Hey, Aunt Vi.

You look exhausted.

Locked in a room

for hours with strangers.

Can't imagine why.

Five minutes in, they're ready

to send this young man away for life,

with no discussion.

Hell no.

I will get these people talking.

I will keep them there till
winter if that's what it takes.

Well, guess I got some laundry to do.

Thank you.

The arrogance of these people.

I mean,

I don't know if he did it or not,

but they don't either.

And that's why
we're supposed to deliberate,

not just declare a hung jury

because they've already
made up their minds.

No one likes to admit
they could be wrong.

Means they have to reexamine everything.

Yes, and that's why we're there.

But I'm telling you

there is something about this evidence

that just doesn't sit right with me.

It's too...

It's too tidy. It's too black and white.

Well, what's the case?

You know I can't tell you that.

Doesn't matter.

It's too late now, anyway.

I just think there's
a messy truth out there that...

I just wish someone had taken
the time to find it.

So, she refused to give you
any details about the trial,

and you took that as
a personal invitation

to dig into the case?

Well, Aunt Vi is too smart to ask.

But she has really good instincts,

and a man's life is at stake,

so let's just make sure
the jury has all the evidence.

You know which courthouse?

Nah. It's somewhere in Brooklyn.

Brooklyn, male defendant, life sentence.

Hold, please.

What's up?

You have that
"I'm here in body only" look.

Dee is lying again.

Isn't that what teenagers do?

Yeah, but she's lying to protect me.

To her dad.

He's been asking questions.

Yeah, that is tricky.

Yeah.

I always taught her
that lying was wrong,

but now she's learning it's okay,

that it can be necessary.

Well, she's not wrong.

I lie about Harry being dead for years.

Yeah, but you're an adult.

Delilah is a high school kid,

and it's her father.

Lying can be a dangerous road,

and I'm the one that's put her on it.

All right, I got it.

Defendant's name is Tim Colvin.

He's charged with the r*pe and m*rder of

Sarah Ross, a white college undergrad.

So, eight months ago,

Sarah, the victim,
is drinking at the bar

with her roommate, Olivia,

who sees Sarah talking to this guy, Tim.

Olivia goes home later, finds Sarah

strangled and r*ped in her apartment,

and Tim is seen running away
from the building.

And what's Tim's story?

I mean, guy says he's innocent.

Says the only reason
he was even in the building was,

he was going on a walk, he got cold.

Spotted the vestibule
through the window upstairs.

Building looked cozy.

Went in there, warmed up.

Gets a cab and goes home.

And talking to Sarah at the bar?

I mean, he denies even being at the bar,

but he's got no alibi.

The evidence is pretty damning.

Who is this guy?

I mean, he's an associate

at an investment firm.

He's got no record.

He just bought a condo with his fiancée.

They look like a nice couple.

Aunt Vi sat through this whole trial

and felt that it was full of holes.

I want to talk to Tim's fiancée, Morgan.

She knew him best.
Let's see what she thinks.

- Morgan Carver?
- Yeah.

I'm with Champions
for the Wrongfully Convicted.

We think your fiancé's case may

deserve a second look.

Are you moving?

Not by choice.

Uh, with the attorney bills
and the baby...

Morgan,

between you and I,

what do you think happened
eight months ago?

Tim had just learned
that he was being let go.

And that night, I found out that

he'd been offered a new job
by an ex-girlfriend,

and he hadn't told me.

We argued.

He left...

but the prosecution took it
all out of context

and made it seem like
he was so angry from being fired

that he went out and k*lled a girl.

Even dragged his upbringing into it,

as if growing up in a rough neighborhood

makes you a monster.

Well, didn't the defense
track his phone?

He left his phone
at the house that night.

He went out for a walk to cool down.

So no one can account for where he went.

He was upset.

We've all been there.

Morgan, I have to ask you this,

do you believe your fiancé

could have done something like this?

He didn't do it.

I know that man

without a shadow of a doubt,

and he would not do something like this.

When I look at my son...

I see Tim.

What destroys me is that

they may never see each other
outside of prison.

If there's...

any help that you can offer us,

I'm begging you for it.

Thinking about a career change?

Might've missed my NBA window.

I was actually talking about that walk

down memory lane.

Thinking you want to go
back to law school?

Lot of people make decisions
because they're running toward

or away from their parents.

I think I was doing both,
becoming a cop.

I don't know if I ever
really knew what I wanted.

Maybe I never really knew myself at all.

I think, in the end...

we are what we can't let go of
and what can't let go of us.

I left the force for a reason.

I need some time to work through things.

And I respect that.

All I need is a consult.

Just give me five minutes,

and if you don't want to be
involved, I will leave you be.

So, what do you think?

Solid case.

Some of the evidence is
circumstantial, sure...

The sedative in her system,
and Tim having a prescription.

But without DNA or fingerprints,

lots of cases are built this way.

You know the detectives?

They're good guys.
Casework's by the book.

Maybe, but Tim was arrested
two days after the k*lling.

No other suspects were interviewed.

Isn't it possible they missed something?

Sure.

But sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

I mean, I'd like to talk to Tim,

but he's at trial and in custody.

His lawyer is the only one
allowed in to see him.

Without my badge I can't help with that.

I'm also out of favors.

And I meant what I said
about taking time.

These questions you want answered,

you don't need me to ask them.

What's there to question?

The prosecution's case is solid.

It's Tim's story that is shaky as hell.

I found it to be believable.

Which part was the most believable?

Him taking a walk

and conveniently forgetting
where he went?

Or the bad luck

where he was in the building

while a girl was being
r*ped and m*rder*d?

Dude,

sarcasm is not gonna help here.

Let's stick to the evidence.

Which is that

nobody can vouch for Tim's story.

On the other hand,
Sarah's roommate saw Tim

giving her a glass of water
at the bar at : p.m.

Later, Sarah's neighbor heard a scream,

just as her favorite show was
starting at : ,

and Tim admits to running
for the cab a-at midnight.

What about the DNA?

Is anyone else disturbed by the fact

that there's no DNA evidence?

Oh, he made sure of that.

Tim had a half hour to k*ll Sarah

and clean up well enough that there was

no evidence left behind.

The timeline makes sense.

We can go around and around all day.

I have no doubt in my mind
that this man k*lled Sarah Ross.

Why?

This man with no record,

with everything going for him,
what is his motive?

I don't know if getting fired is
having everything going for you.

The guy was pissed.

He's riled up after the fight.

He sees a white woman

who looks just like the boss
who fired him,

and he takes his rage out on her.

You can take 'em out of the hood...

- Well. That seems a little...
- What?

I don't know, problematic.

And what would you know
about it, Connecticut?

Now, he went from having nothing

to everything.

No wonder he feels so entitled.

And he's the reason men are being forced

into early retirement.

You mean men like you?

Okay.

Since we're all spinning stories
about who he might be,

I'd like to try one

that isn't based on

a tired stereotype.

How about Tim Colvin

is a levelheaded young man
who walks away from an argument

before it gets too heated?

We know he's upset with his fiancée,

who's Black.

Why not go out and k*ll someone
who looks like her?

That same fiancée, I might add,

was standing by him every day in court.

Yeah, but can you ever
really know someone?

- I had an ex who cured me of that.
- Hmm.

If my husband was ever accused
of something like this,

I'd put him in the chair myself.

And this idea that-that Tim

drugged Sarah with a glass of water...

If he was so upset
when he left the house

he forgot his phone,

why would he think to bring a Vexinax?

He could've had one in his pocket.

He dissolves it in the glass of water,

hands it to Sarah... easy.

Vexinax doesn't dissolve.

I got a prescription for it

when I was going through my divorce.

I don't like taking pills,
so I tried it once.

- Didn't work.
- Wait.

So that means he would've had to
be carrying a Vexinax pill

that he'd already crushed up
when he saw Sarah.

So?

That doesn't exactly line up

with the prosecution's story

that this was a crime of opportunity.

You knew this all along.

Why would you vote guilty?

There was so much other evidence.

He was seen at the bar.
He was at her building.

No, no, no, no. She's right.

So, the prosecution was wrong
about it being

a crime of opportunity.

So what?

So now I'm wondering
what else they were wrong about.

The thing I keep bumping up against is,

why would Sarah take a pill
from a total stranger?

They're assuming he spiked her drink.

No, I looked it up.
Vexinax isn't soluble.

I wonder if the jury knows that.

And would a prescription
antianxiety pill

be his drug of choice?

I mean, Rohypnol, GHB,

even ketamine would be better options.

Well, it got into her system somehow.

And, according to the police report,

Sarah didn't have a prescription.

Either she took it willingly
or somebody slipped it to her,

and if it wasn't Tim, then who was it?

We need to know
who Sarah saw that night,

and if she spent time
with anyone else at that bar.

She was there with her roommate, Olivia.

Maybe she can shed some light.

Olivia Simmons?

Cynthia Westfield. D.A.'s office.

Can we talk?

No, it was just us at the bar.

The place was filled with finance bros.

Not our scene.

So, other than Tim Colvin, you
didn't see her with anyone else?

No. Why?

New evidence has come to light

about how the Vexinax got
into her system.

What'd you mean that
it wasn't your scene?

We were just looking to chill,

then the place got packed for the game.

Not a fan of crowds, huh?

Guys yelling.
Everybody bumping into you.

Must've been stressful.

We think Sarah may have gotten the pills

from someone she might have trusted.

Olivia, I'm not a cop.

And you were never asked about

where Sarah got the dr*gs,

so technically, you didn't lie.

But you didn't exactly tell
the whole truth, did you?

The crowd was making Sarah anxious,

so I gave her one of my pills.

And you didn't say anything because...

Everyone would've thought
it was my fault.

Maybe if I hadn't given it to her,

she wouldn't have been so vulnerable.

Maybe she would still be alive.

I just thought that

since they got the guy...

What made you so sure
that Tim was the guy,

knowing he didn't give her the dr*gs?

He was in our building.

The cops showed me his picture.
I recognized him.

How many drinks had you had
when you saw them talking?

Not too many because I-I...

'Cause you had taken a Vexinax, too.

You're still sure it was him?

He was at our building.

He's the guy.

Right?

It bears questioning.

I've had my doubts

about the eyewitness account
from the start.

It was dim in the bar and dark outside.

She has twenty-twenty vision.

They made a point of that.

She was also feet away
through a crowded bar.

Olivia also testified, under oath,

that it was Tim she saw
talking to Sarah.

She has no doubt in her mind.

Are you saying she's lying?

No, but what I am saying is that

maybe she believed she saw
something that she didn't.

The girl was traumatized from
finding her friend m*rder*d.

A police officer shows her
a photo of a Black suspect.

The man Sarah was talking to
at the bar is Black.

Her brain fills in the rest.

Oh, so now we're just making up reasons

why the evidence doesn't point to him.

No, we're just looking at possibilities,

and we haven't even taken into account

that cross-racial identifications

are historically inaccurate.

"Cross-racial identifications"?

Uh, she is saying that
all white people are so r*cist

that they can't tell Black people apart.

That is not what I'm saying.

And for the record, I'm insulted.

Howard, this is not a personal att*ck.

It is just the way our brains work.

She's right.

% of wrongful convictions

based on eyewitness testimonies

are cross-racial misidentifications.

How do you know that?

I saw an infographic on Instagram.

So, what?

Now you think this guy's innocent, too?

I don't know.

She was your age, you know.

The girl

who was r*ped and strangled to death.

And you're ready

to let her k*ller go free.

Or maybe you are,
by convicting an innocent man.

Well, Olivia saw someone
talking to Sarah that night.

All right, this is everybody
who used a credit card

at the bar that night.

No Tim and no one Olivia
would mistake for Tim.

Any company cards?

Uh, yeah. There's a couple.

Any big tabs?

This one's over a grand.

They may have been having a party.

Harry, check the company roster.

See if there's anyone
who might've been at that party

who could've been mistaken
for Tim Colvin.

Devin Ellis?

- You got a minute?
- What the hell?

Hey, do you remember going to
a company party

about eight months ago?

At a bar downtown
called The King George.

You recall talking to
a blonde girl outside?

Sarah Ross. This is the picture

they showed of her all over the news

when she was m*rder*d later that night.

Why? Who are you?

Friend of the family.

And before you say anything,

I talked to your colleagues,

so I know you were there.

Look, I talked to her, okay?

Frankly, she looked wasted,

so I offered her a glass of water,

but I had nothing to do with her m*rder.

Ask anyone I work with,
they'll tell you.

I was at the party when she was k*lled.

Sounds like you've given this
a lot of thought.

You heard about the m*rder back then.

You knew this whole case was
being built on bad information.

Why wouldn't you come forward
when you knew you had an alibi?

You think an alibi means a damn

when they got a dead white woman?

I can easily be the one on trial today.

But you're not.

And at any minute,

an innocent man could be sent to prison

for something he didn't do.

I'm sorry,

but I got a family who needs me.

If you want to help your guy,
you got to do it on your own.

D.A. Grafton's agreed to meet
with me tomorrow morning.

Maybe she can intercede
with the prosecutor.

Well, you did just punch
a giant hole in the case.

Yeah, but Devin still won't
come forward,

even though his alibi checked out.

Can't say I blame him.

And if it wasn't for your aunt,

"not talking to you" about the trial,

we wouldn't even know that.

Does your aunt know how right she was

to fight for this guy?

Not yet.

But Aunt Vi has never needed
a reason to do what's right.

What time is it?

: .

We're just going nowhere fast.

I say we go home, get some sleep.

Come back at this fresh tomorrow.

You know, some of us have jobs.

Why don't we just
tell the judge the truth:

we're deadlocked.

He'll get a new trial,
be found guilty, like he should.

You think you can't afford
to miss a day's work?

Try paying a defense attorney
for a second trial.

You know what?

I think you have
too much time on your hands.

You might not want to get
back to your husband,

but the rest of us do.

I don't have a husband, sweetheart.
I'm not married.

Yes, you do. You said...

That was me.

The other Black woman.

Really?

No.

We've been together two weeks,
and you just...

confused us.

Which is my point.

Isn't it possible

that Sarah's roommate

misidentified Tim?

That she saw a different Black man

talking to Sarah that night?

And isn't it possible that when Tim says

he wasn't at that bar,

that he's actually telling the truth?

Well, there she goes
again, playing the race card.

This is about race.

This is a Black man on trial
for raping a white woman.

No, this is about a man

who was seen running from a building

where a girl was k*lled inside.

Now,

we were instructed to be honest,

conscientious and unbiased.

And now you're dragging
his race into it.

To be intentionally blind to
the historical precedent here

is the most dangerous bias of all.

And what about you?

Isn't it possible

that you have some baggage of your own

that is making you overlook
some pretty damning evidence?

And isn't it possible

that this is about
you being a Black woman,

trying to protect her own?

And wouldn't it be a shame

if we didn't convict
a r*pist and a m*rder*r

because your bias got in the way?

That you, Auntie?

Boy, they got you working
like crazy down there.

Hey.

Come here. Sit down.

- What happened?
- Nothing yet.

No decision.

Well, at least you got them talking.

Yeah, well...

maybe they shouldn't be.

What do you mean?

What if I'm wrong about this guy?

What if when I look at him,
all I see are...

are the Black men behind bars
that shouldn't be there?

I don't want to be responsible
for setting someone free

who may have r*ped and k*lled a woman.

Auntie, you know your initial doubt

about the prosecution's case?

Mm-hmm.

I would stick with it.

Trust your gut.

Robyn?

I'm going to bed.

Love you.

Where are my boys?

I'm afraid of who I might become.

What you're telling me is concerning

but not actionable.

The defendant was at the building

where and when the m*rder took place,
by his own admission.

But not at the bar.

The jury is deciding

this man's fate based off
a faulty narrative.

I'm sympathetic,

and the narrative might be imperfect,

but there are other aspects of the case

that tie him to the crime.

If he is unfairly convicted,
he can appeal.

You're joking, right?

Only thing harder than winning
an appeal is being granted one.

Unless you can find exculpatory evidence

that Tim Colvin didn't k*ll

Sarah Ross,

there's nothing I can do.

I'm sorry.

Unreal.

Trials really are about
who spins the best story.

How are we supposed to prove
Tim didn't do this?

By finding the person who did.

It's hard to imagine
having your whole life

ripped out from under you
just because you were

in the wrong place at the wrong time.

And we have no way to exonerate him

unless we find the real k*ller.

With virtually no evidence to go on.

I mean, the only thing
we know at this point

is what didn't happen.

There's always a move.

If the bar is not relevant,

then it's all about the building.

Which key witnesses were there?
I want to talk to them.

Well, by his own admission, there's Tim.

I tried.

They have him locked down.

What about the witness
who saw him running to the cab?

Christian Messina.

Sarah's downstairs neighbor.

Okay. That's our move.

Minute to talk, Kerry?

That depends.

You here to put away
another one of my clients?

Just a temperature check.

Tim Colvin.

I know you go to the mat
for everyone you represent,

but what's your honest feeling on him?

I think he's innocent. Why?

Been looking into it.

Bit late for police to be
auditing casework, isn't it?

I'm not police anymore.

Not after...

The fact that all that still goes on.

But you left?

What was it you said that one time?

If you never saw me in court again,

it would be too soon?

Much as I hate to admit it,

I'd rather bust my ass
going up against cases

built by cops like you.

At least it's a fair fight.

Is it ever really fair?

Is anything?

How do you keep doing it?

Knowing how the system can be?

If not me, then who?

Can you get me in to see Tim?

I might know someone who can help.

Yeah, let me see what I can do.

Hell of a thing.

You know if I didn't see him
get in that cab,

they probably would've
never tracked him down.

I hope they throw the book at him.

Sarah's family does, too, Christian.

But if he appeals,

they want to make sure there's nothing

that'll surprise them in the next trial.

Is there anything else

you might have seen or heard that night?

I said it all on the stand.

I was home watching the football game.

I made myself some tea before bed,

and that's when I looked out my window.

From the basement window in the front

that looks out onto the street?

That's right,

and I saw a guy running out.

He got in a cab,
and that was at midnight.

Sorry.

Landlord is a cheapskate.

A year ago, he put
all the building lights

on motion sensors
with ridiculously short timers.

Anyway, cops ran the cab
and caught the guy.

Showed me a photo and it was him.

End of story.

How can you accept

that he couldn't remember
where he walked that night?

He said he was angry
and in his own head.

Hasn't that ever happened to you?

Oh, hell, I remember
where I was that night,

and it was eight months ago.

Watching the Giants comeback.

k*ller game.

Went into overtime, Giants intercepted?

Yep. I was at the bar late that night.

Giants threw that Hail Mary.

- Boom. Tied it all up.
- Guys.

He's right.

Can we just focus, please?

That Giants game did go to overtime.

Those games, do they air
on the same network

as the-the show the neighbor
was watching?

- Yeah. So, what?
- So...

the neighbor said she heard the scream

from Sarah's apartment at : .

She knew exactly what time it was

because that's the time
that her show normally starts.

What are you getting at?

It didn't start at : .

If the game went into overtime,

then the game

pushed back the start of the show.

Which means the scream could
have happened later than : .

Way later.

That overtime could've
easily lasted half an hour

with all the time-outs they called.

Yes.

And Tim was seen running
for a cab at midnight,

which means
the scream could have happened

when he was already in the cab.

Look.

We are not allowed to look it up.

And if it was shorter than half an hour,

he was still in the building
when she screamed.

That's true.

But that would mean

he had to r*pe and k*ll Sarah,

clean the apartment of all the evidence,

get downstairs,

hail a cab in mere minutes.

Is it possible that he did it?

Sure.

But is it reasonable

to doubt that he did?

It is.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

I'm changing my vote to "not guilty."

Same with me.

Me, too.

I will, too.

And me.

And you're % sure

he could've done all of that
in just a few minutes?

No.

I'm not.

I think we take a break now,

then come back and take another vote,

since it seems like

we're all on the same page now.

Dante, what's up?

I got you a meeting with Tim Colvin.

What happened to "taking time"?

Don't read into it.

Wouldn't dare.

But I'm glad you did.

I have a few questions for Tim.

What's wrong?

In his testimony,

Tim said Sarah's building
looked warm and inviting,

which is why he ducked in,

but the indoor lights are
on motion sensors.

So if no one was coming or going,

it would've looked cold and dark,

which means he lied.

Why would he lie about that?

Maybe because someone was there.

Maybe because he actually did

follow Sarah into the building.

Maybe he's not innocent at all.

What was I supposed to do?

Tell the truth?

The cops had me at the scene.

I didn't even tell my attorney.

Well, since we're not cops,

why don't you tell us
what really happened.

Sarah did let me
into the building that night.

She was drunk and heading in.

And it looked warm,
so I followed her in.

And I asked if she was okay,
and she said she was fine,

and then she headed up the stairs.

You know how that sounds.

Of course I do.

But I didn't k*ll her.

You know what
they were arresting me for.

If I had admitted
that she let me in that night,

I would've been digging my own grave.

What happened after she let you in?

She went on her way,

and I stayed in the vestibule,

warming up until I caught the cab.

I know I shouldn't have lied,

but I'm not the only one.

I heard the prosecution's
narrative in the court.

You know what they're doing.

I do know.

I keep thinking,

if I hadn't fought
with Morgan that night,

hadn't gone in that building,

hadn't tripped on that trash
and cut my hand

while running to catch the cab,

maybe I wouldn't be here right now.

Wait, what'd you say you tripped over?

Garbage day is Tuesday. So what?

So they would've put the bags
out on the street on Monday.

Same night Sarah was m*rder*d.

Harry, can you find me photos
from Sarah's street

from last Monday night?

Yeah, they just put a new street cam up

a couple months ago.

Here we go.

So, this is what it
would have looked like

the night Tim ran for the cab.

- What are we looking for?
- That.

Christian's window. You see it?

The garbage is blocking the view.

So Christian wouldn't have been able

to see Tim run for the cab.

But Christian did see Tim.

ID'ing the cab was
how the cops found him.

Well, why would Christian lie
about where he saw him from?

Harry, run a background check
on Christian.

And hurry up.

Aunt Vi's running out of time.

Seems like we're all in agreement.

So...

all voting to acquit?

Oh, please.

No.

You're still voting "guilty"?

But we just blew holes
through every piece of evidence.

You can twist the evidence
any way you want.

To me, it is what it is.

But we can't be sure it is.

Yeah. No one's saying
they're sure he's innocent,

but it's reasonable to think

- he might not have done it.
- Thanks.

I do understand the concept
of "reasonable doubt."

Look, why don't we go over it again.

- Maybe if we just...
- No.

I don't need to go over it again.

I don't need it to be explained to me.

I know guys like this,
and I see him for who he is.

Jurors.

The judge is asking if
you're approaching a decision.

Uh...

Could we just have another minute?

You said you see him for who he is.

Who is that?

Someone who hurt you?

Someone who lied to you, someone

Who broke your trust?

That person isn't Tim.

He's not your ex.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

And you won't change my mind.

I'm not gonna try.

All I've ever asked of anyone here is

to scrutinize the evidence with care,

and then vote your conscience.

So...

if you truly think that Tim is guilty,

then you should stand in that truth

and vote that way.

All right,
so Christian looks clean, right?

But you dig a little deeper,
you're gonna discover

that he was part of a fraternity
ten years ago

that dissolved
after r*pe allegations surfaced.

- NDAs?
- Yeah. Exactly.

No suspects were ever named.

Then a few years ago,

he was living in an apartment building

where a woman was att*cked
and k*lled in the stairwell.

Case went unsolved.

Okay, so we know Christian
saw Tim get in the cab,

but he wasn't in his apartment.

And he wasn't in the foyer,
because Tim would've seen him.

But there's one other place
he could've been.

- Oh, God.
- Harry.

There's a clear line of sight

from Sarah's apartment to the street.

That's why Christian lied.

He should be the one on trial.

Speaking of which,
they're calling the jury

back in, looks like they have a verdict.

I know that look.

I got a real suspect.

He looks good for it
but nothing concrete.

So, I guess it's all
in the hands of the jury.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome back. Mr. Desoto,

you are the jury foreperson, correct?

Yes, Your Honor.

I understand you've been unable

to reach a verdict on either charge.

Is that the case?

At least it's not "guilty."

Yeah, but if the next jury
is not willing

to ask the hard questions,

odds are,

he'll be convicted.

Mr. Desoto, if I were to return you

to the jury room, do you think

you could make progress
towards a verdict?

No, Your Honor.

I want to remind you all
of your duty to this court.

And that is, for you all to decide

the case for yourself.

Now, with that said,
your jury foreperson

has stated that you've done
all you can to reach a verdict.

If any of you disagree with that,

you'd better tell me now.

In that case...

Wait.

I want to change my vote.

Mr. Desoto, it appears

to me that from your correspondence

on behalf of all the jurors

that this makes the jury's verdict

on both charges unanimous.

Uh...

Yes, Your Honor.

And what is that verdict?

Not guilty.

In that case,

ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

this case has now concluded,

and the court wishes
to express its appreciation

to you for your services.

Mr. Colvin, you are free to go.

All rise.

Thanks for the assist today.

And for what it's worth,

I think you'd make a great lawyer.

Hmm.

Congratulations.

Jury got it right this time.

Which means there's a guilty
man walking around out there.

And there will continue to be.

They think they got it right.
The A.D.A., the NYPD...

They think Tim got

a get-out-of-jail-free card today.

Which means this case
will never be reinvestigated,

and Sarah's family

will never get any kind of closure.

Mom?

Hey, Dad's almost here.

I'm gonna wait for him outside.

Okay. Hey, hold up a second.

I want to apologize
for putting you in a position

to have to lie to your father.

Mom, I told you. It is not a big deal.

It is a big deal.

It's true that lies can be necessary

to protect your family,

but they can backfire on you.

They can hurt you and those around you

in ways you never anticipate.

Lying is dangerous,

and I just want you to realize that.

Well,

feels more dangerous not to.

But...

I understand.

I do.

Hey, you know how

Dad asked me if I felt safe here?

I didn't have to lie about that.

Mm.

Hey, Auntie!

How'd deliberations go?

They ended. Not guilty.

- Ah!
- Yeah. Thank goodness.

Wait, so you're back? That's great.

Yeah, 'cause, you know, we missed you.

Yeah?

I heard you got mighty familiar
with the laundry room,

so I think I'll just leave the ironing

for you until you get back
from your dad's.

Yeah, no, I'm good, but I love you.

I love you, baby, have fun.

- I love you, Aunt Vi.
- I love you more.

Bye.

Well, I can't say that I was surprised

to see you in the courtroom today.

I may have followed the case,

but that young man

owes his freedom to you.

Well...

I just did what was required of me.

Now, see, that's what
the world needs more of:

that.

People willing to take
the time and the trouble

to find the truth.

Got a minute?

Detective Dante.

NYPD.

I have a few questions for you.