[ Crowd Whooping ] [ Vehicle Horn Honking ]
[ Honking Continues ]
[ Crowd Chanting ] A&M! A&M! A&M!
** [ Loud Hip-hop ] A&M! A&M!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Go, go, go, go!
[ Shouting, Whooping ]
You played great today.
I was doin' what I'm good at.
[ Chuckles ] You know what else I'm really good at?
[ Chuckles ]
[ Man Shouting, Indistinct ] Whoo!
[ Man #2 ] Good man, Cabe! [ Woman ] Good game, Cabe.
[ Man #1 ] Cabe, don't forget-- [ Woman ] Ah, she's lucky.
Yeah. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Out. It's showtime, baby. Out! Yo.
Get out, man. Whoo!
Hey. [ Belches ] Hair of the dog.
[ Chuckling ]
Dude, that chick last night was all over you, and she was five kinds of hot!
You don't gotta tell me.
Excuse me, Mr. McNeil? Can I have your autograph?
Sure.
You should stay in school.
Don't do drugs, recycle and all that jazz.
- All right? - Dude, was she freaky?
Hey. She was freaky, wasn't she?
Was she a little bit freaky? She a little freaky?
Hey, not in front of the kid, man. Yo! I told you--
Hey, hey! Was she a lot a bit of freaky?
Yeah, she was a lot a bit of freaky. You better stop that.
I'm sorry. Cabe McNeil? I'll sign for you.
Maybe you can tell me your name too, darlin'.
[ Man Scoffs ] My name is Detective Ferro,
and you're under arrest for contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
- For what? - For what?
Some people call it statutory rape.
[ Radio Chatter ]
Please stand up, sir.
What's goin' on?
[ Man ] * Dream, send me a sign *
* Turn back the clock *
* Give me some time *
* I need to break out *
* Make a new name *
* Let's open our eyes *
* To the brand-new day **
[ Cal ] There's a laugh. You see, that's good. You work with that.
Okay, you both need to see my chimpanzee sex tape.
Oh, that sounds like fun. Oh, it's the most interesting research I've done.
The female bonobo chimp, she'll entice a mate...
and sometimes attack with no provocation whatsoever.
Cal.
Oh. I'm familiar with the phenomenon.
We'll talk. All right.
Chimpanzee sex later. I.R.S. case now.
Right. We're gonna go see the kook waiting for us at his compound.
Don't call him a kook. What am I supposed to call the leader of a cult?
The I.R.S. thinks he's a tax fraud, and even cults have rights.
Statutory rape?
So, the former "hang 'em high" prosecutor isn't above defending the wicked...
when the price is right, eh?
Well, my client had no idea Susan Reed was underage.
She was on a college campus. She had a fake I.D.
She was drinking. She looks to be at least 20.
This girl goes to school with our daughter.
Emily knows the girl, but they don't travel in similar circles.
How does she feel about you representing this guy?
She understands my position. Which is?
Well, if Cabe McNeil were white, the charges wouldn't have even been brought.
I mean, Susan Reed came home late. She was intoxicated.
Her father went ballistic, so she broke down and told him where she was.
In a black man's bed. That's right.
And before Mr. Reed had even hung up the phone with the cops,
my client was as good as indicted.
See, I don't know. Underage girls and, you know, sex.
It's really-- It's just not my cup of tea, love.
Hewlett County, Virginia, is twice as likely to bring criminal charges...
against blacks as it is whites.
A.D.A. Jay Pollack? I went to law school with him.
He's a pompous ass who isn't beyond overcharging just based on race.
That is why Cabe McNeil is facing trumped-up sex charges.
Well, that, and he diddled a 16-year-old girl.
I mean, let's not forget that little tidbit, right?
These charges cost him his future. What do you want from me?
Well, the sex charge is a strict liability crime,
but if I can prove that Cabe truly believed that Susan was of age,
then I can use that to mitigate the charges.
You really want to defend this guy, or are you just taking this personally...
because of the black and white leaves on your family tree?
Both.
Well, at least you're being honest.
I'm not gonna blindly help this guy.
I mean, anything I find out I'm gonna disclose to both you and the prosecution.
Of course. Right.
Fine. Right.
[ Buzzing ]
What happened to my client?
Cons hear someone's in for kid touching, they don't ask for details.
- They let you see a doctor? - I'm fine.
- I just want to go home. - First I need you to talk with Dr. Lightman.
- What do you want to know? - Just the truth.
- Give us a minute? - Sure.
[ Door Opens ]
[ Door Closes ] My baby.
Who is that in there? That's Cal Lightman.
And this is his associate, Ria Torres.
They're experts in deception and witness veracity.
- They're going to help me help Cabe. - How old are you, Cabe?
Twenty-two.
How did you feel about being locked up? I was scared.
- Now tell me you enjoyed it. - What?
Convince me that being locked up was nothing, it was a breeze.
Jail was nothin'.
I didn't sweat it.
What the hell is he doing?
He's trying to get a baseline for when Cabe's telling the truth.
Cabe always tells the truth.
Did they give you any medication for your injuries?
Two painkillers.
- You like having sex with little girls? - What?
Driver's permits, pigtails-- That kind of thing turns you on?
I thought she was in college!
That's enough.
I'm telling you that I have a right to see my son!
[ Man ] Calm down. Just let me-- I am calm!
Calm down! I want to see my son!
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Now, if I'm gonna help a statutory rapist walk,
I'm gonna be damn sure he's telling the truth, right?
I just want to make sure my son is okay.
You okay, Cabe? I'm okay.
I'm right out here. We're gettin' you bailed out.
So you weren't sure that she was legal? I assumed she was.
But I mean, high school girls crash the parties a lot.
And you seek 'em out. That's not my thing! Ask anyone.
I don't hang with the chicks from Parker High and Lynbrook.
I didn't know she was from Lynbrook. I thought she was my age.
Hey, how often do girls from Lynbrook Academy...
party at Virginia A&M?
Every weekend.
But Susan was talking about econ classes she was takin' like she went there.
I swear.
The tells I normally pick up on, uh,
painkillers might be masking them,
and his facial injuries are restricting movement,
and there's swelling.
I don't know. I don't know if he's lying or not. Cabe McNeil!
She's a kid, you know. Why would you do that to her?
She's a child, you know. She's my child.
You know what that makes you, right? That makes you a rapist.
That's what that makes you.
Mr. Reed, I know-- I can see that your pain's sincere.
Our daughters go to the same school.
If someone came after my Emily, I'd be as angry and distressed as you are.
You have no idea how this feels.
That's true, but I can see it in your face.
Go home. Don't make it worse for yourself.
Go home to your daughter.
Who are you? Just a bystander.
I don't have a dog in this fight.
Don't just stand there.
Uh, get your son out of here.
[ Engine Starts ]
Just go home, Mr. Reed.
Just go home, sir.
[ Sobs ]
Well, that was interesting.
[ Chattering ]
Hi. Hi.
Jamie Cowley. Dr. Gillian Foster. This is Eli Loker.
Hi. Hello.
Here's the court order allowing us to visit your compound and conduct our research.
It gives us three days to observe and interview the members of your church,
and we will come and go as quietly as we can.
So, uh, how many disciples live on your compound?
I share the property with about 150 other believers.
Well, the I.R.S. has had difficulty determining an exact number.
The children born into your group don't get Social Security numbers.
They don't need one to know God. And God-- would that be you?
The Supreme Court is very clear.
The I.R.S. cannot judge any church's religious tenets.
Yeah, only whether your followers' beliefs are sincere and genuine,
so that's where we come in.
You have over 30 houses on your compound registered as individual churches.
Mmm. Well, God is everywhere.
Well, 30 churches. That means 30 different tax exemptions.
The I.R.S. calls it fraud. Mmm.
Only if they can prove...
that any of my followers aren't true believers.
You seem pretty confident that they all are.
Take a look around. Keep an open mind.
You might find yourself moved. Come on. I'll show you.
So other than you, I've only seen two other men your age here.
Mm-hmm. Those are Chris and Kent.
They helped me found the church.
When our boys turn 16, we encourage them to explore the world,
though they're always welcome to return.
And the women tend to stay.
They care for us, and vice versa.
I'm curious. How many of these children are yours?
Spiritually, they're all my children.
Biologically, 12.
In your, um, materials,
you claim that you're a prophet,
that God is gonna teach through you how to live a fulfilled life.
That's right.
Uh-- [ Chuckles ] It's pretty intense, huh?
How exactly do you communicate with God?
How does anyone?
Through prayer. Sometimes by looking into a child's eyes.
I can see that you need convincing.
Why don't you stop by my sermon and see for yourself?
You'll have to excuse me. I have a realization class to teach.
But, uh, feel free to talk to anyone. We're happy to cooperate.
We're not here to judge, remember?
I mean, how can I not judge someone who creates their own harem...
and then tosses out the competition when they hit puberty?
Judge him? How can I copy him?
Look, it's weird, I know, but it's a free country.
And if the earth mamas want to split, there is no gate.
I mean, no one's getting hurt.
Come on. Inside.
I wouldn't be too sure about that.
Is Susan the kind of girl that would make up a story like this?
- Uh, I don't-- I don't know her very well. - Oh.
What kind of things do you hear goes on at these, uh, frat parties then?
Uh, I've never been to one, so I couldn't tell you.
You wouldn't be dodging my questions, would you, Em?
No. I'm-- I'm not-- I'm not dodging your questions.
Okay.
So the girls that go to these parties, right--
Uh, are they-- are they-- do they lie about their age,
or are they open about it?
Dad, I told you, I've never been to one.
- But-- - But what?
I don't know. You tell me.
Okay. I've been to A&M a couple of times,
but just-- just like bars, you know.
It's nothing. Excuse me?
It's not a big deal. Uh, where's Mom?
She'll be home in a minute. She drives like a Quaker.
Just-- I'd never go to a frat party, okay? Those things get crazy.
What, as opposed to a pub?
Not a pub, Dad. A bar. A college bar.
One with bouncers and a million other people.
It's totally different from a frat party.
And I mean, I don't even go to drink.
I just want to listen to the music.
Really?
Really. Oh. So how'd you get in then?
Eh? Uh--
What?
What's in the drawer? Nothing.
Really? Really? Mm-hmm.
What's in the drawer, darling? Nothing.
What's in the drawer? Nothing!
Excuse me. Excuse me! Dad, please.
Yeah. Dad, that's private.
Yeah. Excuse me. Excuse me. Dad, stop. Dad, that's--
That's-- That's private, Dad. Oh, really?
That's such a violation. Yeah, well, your mom's a lawyer. Sue me.
Come on. You have no right to do this.
Dad, I'm serious. Come on. Come on.
What are these, Emily?
Or should I say... "Cammie Schwartz"?
Everyone my age has fake I.D.'s. Really?
And your social calendar demands two, does it?
[ Sighs ]
Dad, come on. That's just a jewelry box.
Oh. What'd I miss?
I hope, for your sake, these are just Tic Tacs.
You're using birth control pills? Eh?
Listen, sweetheart.
Do you realize there's consequences for your actions, right?
There's consequences to going to frat parties.
There's consequences to hanging out with older boys.
There's consequences to having these, right?
Well, there's consequences to not having those too.
You just read me.
You swore you would never do that, and you just did.
Hey!
Don't go through my things ever again!
[ Door Slams ]
Well, that went well.
Don't be mad at her. I'm not mad at her.
I'm mad at you for not telling me. [ Scoffs ]
She feels like she can't talk to you about these things. Why?
Well, because when you read her, she feels like you're judging her.
I'm not judging her. That's rubbish. I'm not judging her.
Well, did you know that some of her friends are already having sex?
Which ones?
What? Why, so you can forbid her from seeing them?
Come on. You know what we were like when we first met.
Cal, I know in your work you uncover all kinds of terrible things...
that people do every day, but you can't put all of those fears onto Emily.
And look, she's not on the pill yet, and I hope it stays that way,
but I think it's best that she have them for when she is ready.
Bloody hell.
She's 24 years old.
You attracted to her?
Sure.
Nineteen. What's she do for you?
Pretty hot.
Eighteen. Yes.
Sixteen years old.
You find her attractive?
No.
Fifteen years old.
Find her attractive?
[ Gulps ] No.
When I showed him the photograph of the 24-four-year-old in the brown panties,
he subconsciously licked his lip, and his pupils dilated.
These are all signs of arousal.
And this is his response when I showed him the 16-year-old, 15-year-old.
I asked him if he was attracted. He said no.
- You lied, Cabe. - My son is a good boy.
Oh, he is a good boy. Actually, he's a very good boy.
He knows he's not supposed to be attracted to a 15-year-old. Society tells him it's wrong.
But I mean, look at her.
Ample breasts, slim waist, ass that won't quit.
Cal.
All physical attributes that a heterosexual male is biologically wired to desire.
There's nothing wrong in wanting her, no,
especially since she's 22 years of age.
I lied. Sorry.
Now for the good news.
When I asked Cabe if he had ever...
knowingly had sex with an underage girl,
he said no,
and he's telling the truth.
Out in the world,
seven-year-olds get carpal tunnel...
from texting and playing video games all day long.
And our children grow their own food, make crafts, become self-sufficient.
[ Gillian ] Do you hear his word choice? What's next?
"Out in the world." He defines his followers' universe.
I mean, he compares himself to Buddha and other biblical figures.
He's got a point. No, but his point is irrelevant.
He's using details with special context,
like "underneath that huge oak tree" and "behind the workshop."
It's contextual embedding, a sign he's telling the truth.
So he really believes he's a prophet.
His religious beliefs are legit.
Well, to him and them, but see that?
Not her.
Why the rush to see us?
So you and your expert can sign these. What are they?
A clearance from the state and federal government for you to watch child pornography.
Your client secretly taped his sex romp with Susan Reed...
and then he put it online for everyone to see.
That's enticing a minor and making and distributing child porn.
What was a single misdemeanor is now three felonies.
[ Knocking ] You better go hide.
[ Man ] Hey, I hear the moaning stopped.
Enough banging. Let us in!
[ Man #2 ] Give me a break. Hey, man.
Am I too big now-- [ Continues ]
Our forensic team traced the source to the wireless router in the frat house.
Susan Reed also swears she told Cabe how old she was.
Cabe McNeil fooled you into thinking he was just a good kid in a bad spot.
He is a good kid. Your case is falling apart, Zoe.
Just let me send this kid where he belongs.
Because he's black and he slept with a white girl, he belongs in jail?
No, because she was 16 and he put it online.
I resent the suggestion that this has anything-- Oh, Jay, don't play victim.
I know how you treat black defendants, and I know how you treated me in law school.
I had one white parent, one black parent.
I was the only brown student, and you just looked down your nose at me.
I'll see you at the grand jury.
When'd you make the film? I didn't.
You know who made the film, and you put it online anyway?
I didn't make any film. This is the first time I heard--
You knew she was 16! No.
Yes! She told you that she was 16, and you brought her home anyway!
She never said she was 16!
- [ Beeps ] - Dr. Lightman, can you come to the lab, please?
- What? - Look at this.
You knew she was 16! No.
Yes! She told you that she was 16,
and you brought her home anyway!
[ Cabe ] She never said she was 16.
- You see what I see? - Yeah. Man who needs some sleep?
A guy who's losing control over his emotions.
This case involves a girl Emily's age who goes to her school.
Maybe you should let me talk to him.
Maybe you should remember whose name's on the door. Cal.
What? She might be right.
Oh, says the woman who's bringing up personal gripes from law school.
You didn't let him answer before you hit him with another question.
How can you tell he's telling the truth if you don't allow for a clear read?
He is telling the truth. He doesn't know anything about the film.
Unless you saw some signs of aggression I missed...
during my particularly unprofessional session?
He's being honest.
Are we done here? Yeah.
- Good. Come on. - Where?
Back to school. ** [ Hip-hop ]
[ Man ] * I'm-a keep on doin' my thing *
Oh, hell, no.
Hey. Sorry, old man, but, uh, Shady Acres is down the street.
No, no, no, no, no. I used to run this place back in the day.
Look, see? Look, class of '85.
Uh, blue and gold, proud and bold.
- You were Theta House? - Yeah, hang on. There. There you go.
That's me right there. That's you?
Damn. Yeah, that Father Time's a bitch.
Yeah. Enjoy the party, brother.
Yeah. Uh, keg's in the kitchen, right?
It's in the kitchen.
* Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh *
** [ Continues ]
I used to strip.
So this is college. I guess I didn't miss much.
What'd you find out?
Uh, most of these guys just talk a big game.
Once you mention anything about aggression, anything about voyeurism, they pull back.
Between you and me, I don't think any one of these guys could throw a decent hump at me.
Are you drunk?
Well, did you see anyone who, uh, you know,
might be inclined to film and distribute a sex act?
Yeah. Three guys showed signs of arousal when voyeuristic topics came up.
Round 'em up. All right.
The simplicity of our lives, the simplicity of Jamie's teachings, it's all very--
Simple?
So Jamie's belief that he's a prophet that can lead his followers to a better life--
Do you share that belief, Catherine?
Of course.
Hi.
Oh. Isn't that sweet? Did you make this?
What does it say?
They can't read?
Jamie's home schooling stresses ethics over standard academics.
They can't read, and from what I can tell,
they spend all day making crafts for Jamie to sell?
Do you think that's healthy? Not why we're here.
We'll take care of our children our way, you take care of yours your way.
[ Boy ] Come on!
Men fathering children year round. Kids not getting educated.
Yeah, like a quarter of the U.S. population.
This doesn't bother you? These children are not being cared for.
I mean, there are people out there who'd want them, I mean, who'd love them.
We're here to find tax fraud, no more, no less.
And no, wacky religions, they don't bother me...
because they're no wackier than the mainstream ones.
Do you really believe that there's a man in the clouds...
who will solve your problems if you make a wish to him?
So being a scientist means I can't believe in God?
Well, last I checked, talking to invisible people was usually diagnosed as schizophrenia.
Look at her son. His body language is very open.
His arms behind his back, standing off to the side.
Waiting where he knows we have to pass.
Yeah.
I didn't catch your name before.
I'm Zack. I'm Gillian.
Is-- Is there something that you want to tell us, Zack?
My mom doesn't believe in any of this--
not in Jamie, his church, none of it.
Then why does she stay here?
Well, if she tries to go, Jamie'll take us from her.
[ Man ] * Get in the zone Rock your body * Hi.
Hello. Excuse me. It's all right.
This would be my room. I see.
* Rock your body * Well.
So, uh, what's the plans?
Uh, no plan.
- You ready to party, boys? - Take a hike, dude.
Which one of you made the sex film? Who was it?
There's our man. Yeah. You two, hop it.
Go on. On your way.
- What's your name? - Wayne.
- Wayne what? - Wayne Harkey.
Oh. Hello, Wayne. So, where's the sex film?
Look, you made a film with an underage girl.
If I have to ask you again, I'm gonna cuff you.
You understand me, Wayne? Yeah.
I didn't know what to do with it.
Or you couldn't stop watching it.
I didn't know she was in high school.
And I did not make that film, all right? I-I found it.
I just-- I posted it online as a joke, to punk Cabe.
Real funny.
Look, I came up here for some beers, and it was sitting on the desk.
I found it, all right? The sex stuff was already on it.
I-I posted it, and I just-- I went outside for a brew.
I believe you. Go on. Sod off.
What? [ Door Closes ]
[ Girl On Tape ] Wait. Okay. Give me the camera.
Hello. [ Chuckling ] Hi!
[ Girls Laughing ]
[ Girl ] Emily, Emily. Come here. Come here. Get in here.
Okay.
I want to know how a video of you ended up on a camera with a sex film on it...
that I found at a fraternity house.
Look at me, Em. Look at me. Look at me!
That I found at a fraternity house that you told me you never went to.
I didn't go there. How'd you end up on this camera with these girls?
It was outside school after a basketball game, not at some college party.
See, I don't-- I don't know what to believe anymore. I really don't.
You've got fake I.D.'s, Emily, and birth control pills.
What else you keeping from me? Look. Look at the date.
That was before the party, which I wasn't even at.
Well, then who are the other girls on the video?
That's Dori and Kate. They're seniors that I hang out with once in a while.
That's Kate's camera. They're really cool.
And there are only a couple of juniors that they'll even talk to, so--
Let alone bring along to frat parties.
I've never gone with them. Yet?
No.
Do you believe that Jamie Cowley is a prophet?
I was 19 and a user when I met him.
Jamie was handsome, and... he cleaned me up.
He'll keep my kids,
and I cannot lose my babies.
Look, I hate to bring up the obvious.
We have to report her to the I.R.S. She clearly doesn't believe in the church.
Her home is registered as a place of worship.
Yeah, only because Cowley makes her.
That's irrelevant. We just report the facts. Well, okay, okay.
Fact: We tell the government, she's arrested for tax fraud.
Fact: She'll lose her children.
Fact: I'm not about to serve her up when I can deliver Cowley instead.
Fact: I'm not gonna lie to the federal government about our findings.
I'm not gonna lie. I'm gonna tell them exactly what's going on there.
Laws are being violated. We need to get those kids out of there.
So you're suggesting another Waco? Just bust down the door--
Women and children who are just too scared to leave?
Well, they're not just gonna go in there and round 'em up.
We were hired to pursue the tax fraud angle. Let's do our job.
Except Cowley believes his delusions. They won't be able to prosecute.
All we'll get is maybe a few scared women.
Then that's all we'll get.
- Which one of you is Kate? - And you are?
The man who found your camera.
Where'd you get that? Where'd you leave it?
It's mine. Just give it back.
Well, after you've answered a few questions.
Whatever, stranger danger.
- Give me back my camera, or I'll call the cops. - Go ahead.
You can tell 'em all about filming your friend Susan while she was in bed with Cabe.
Which one of you recorded it?
Neither of us. Susan did it.
Susan did it?
Well, at least that's the truth.
You know, I told you we should have never brought her along.
- She was being such a baby about the whole thing. - What whole thing?
It's a lot more comfortable talking to us than it is the cops.
[ Sighs ] A bunch of us made a pact...
not to have our first time with a college guy be when we were in college.
- High school boys are tools. - Yeah.
You go to A&M to have sex with college boys.
And we picked a few juniors we thought were cool enough to hang.
Susan was, like, totally petrified,
so I gave her my camera, you know, for proof.
You made her record it?
Duh. We made a pact.
We needed proof.
After the deed, she totally wigged out. She ran out of the room and left it there.
You feel bad about any of this?
[ Chuckling ] No.
It's just sex. Now, give up the camera.
It cost my dad, like, 400 bucks. No, no, no.
You tell him it's held by county in evidence, all right?
In fact, the cops, they'll be by later today, and they'll tell him themselves.
Hey!
My daughter's Emily Lightman, all right?
You two, you stay away from her, all right?
Whatever. You stay away from her.
[ Doorbell Rings ]
Hey. Mr. Reed.
You defend that boy, you work with his lawyer,
and now you have the nerve to come to my home?
I know it's hard for you. I don't want to make it any harder.
You know it's been hard? Let me tell you what's hard.
My wife dying 11 months ago...
because the insurance carrier said the treatment she needs is experimental.
My plant shutting down so some guy in Paraguay can have my job.
My baby girl on the Internet because some animal filmed it.
I promise you, it's not my intention to bring you any more pain, all right?
All right, Susan?
I spoke to Kate and Dori.
I think you need to talk to your dad.
I think he deserves the truth, so--
There's stuff I haven't told you.
[ Knocking ]
Hey, you guys. Hey.
Is your mom home?
Catherine.
Hello, Ms. Foster, Mr. Loker.
I called the I.R.S. today.
They assured me that you wouldn't overstep your bounds.
They'd hate to see my civil rights violated.
- But I'm sure that that's not your intention. - Of course not.
I can see that you have a fondness for children, Gillian,
but I sense that you have none of your own.
Perhaps the animosity I feel from you is misdirected envy.
My seed flourishes.
Hey, buddy.
While yours, well, doesn't.
I can help you. You and I can pray together.
Many of the female members couldn't conceive in the outside world,
but when they came here, we prayed, and they conceived.
Your problem isn't biological, it's spiritual.
I don't need you to help me pray.
Today's the last day of your court order. Gather your things.
You're no longer welcome here.
Everybody's makin' churches. [ Baby Cooing ]
He must've looked you up online or something.
It's a cold read. It's a-- It's a carnival trick, or--
Okay.
I've taken all the facts of this case into consideration,
and I've decided to drop all charges against Cabe McNeil.
- What? - I'm sorry, but the extenuating circumstances of this case--
He violated my daughter. I mean, she's a kid. He's a 22-year-old man.
He had a reasonable belief that she was of age.
It was filmed. It's out in the world forever!
The only one who gets punished is my daughter? Come on!
Mr. Reed. It was a tough decision.
This is the way the system always works.
You're the prosecutor. Do your job!
The system has to make someone pay.
My job gives me prosecutorial discretion, and I'm using it here.
Your daughter went to the party with intent of having sex.
She lied about her age, and she filmed it.
She's the victim! In this case, Cabe McNeil is a victim too.
Come on, Susan.
Excuse me!
Susan, what the-- Jay, I don't know what to say.
- How about "I'm sorry"? - Would you please get my daughter's jacket now!
Now!
I'm not a bigot, Zoe.
I brought the charges because I follow the law.
The only reason I had a problem with you in school was you made law review, and I didn't.
Hey, Jay. I am sorry.
Good job on the case.
Next time, I'm knocking you in the dirt.
- Mr. Reed! Hold on a minute. Hold on. - [ Groans ]
Hold on a sec. Uh--
Look, I think I know what you're gonna do.
- I'm fine now. - Yeah, well, your hand says otherwise.
Look, don't go after Cabe, all right?
It'll just make matters worse for yourself.
I mean, think about your daughter.
She's all I'm thinking about.
I thought you were done. Well, we just have a couple more questions.
Uh, actually just one more question. Are you ready to leave?
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's goin' on?
You need to leave here before Jamie sees us.
[ Horn Honking ] No. Um, actually,
I want you to leave.
What is that? It's, uh-- It's Safe House.
It's a licensed nonprofit for battered women.
They'll take you and your children out of here and find you a place to stay,
and they will never reveal your location.
- Are you out of your mind? - He'll find me.
He'll bring me back and make me a prisoner. You already are a prisoner.
You're helping her kidnap the man's children.
That is not the way to do this, Foster.
The van is leaving in 30 seconds. It is your last chance.
I'm goin', with or without you, and I'm taking them with me.
Come on, guys.
- Thank you. - Go around.
Come on, guys. Around the car, okay?
Hey!
Hey! Catherine.
[ Gillian ] Get in the car. What are you doing?
Okay, let me help. Those are my children, Catherine.
Kids, buckle up. Don't!
- Go, go! - Catherine! Stay here.
Catherine! Hey! Hey!
Hey!
[ Exhales ]
That was a big mistake.
You aided and abetted the escape...
of the only possible person we could have prosecuted.
I have no idea where the van came from,
and I had nothing to do with Catherine's departure.
Mr. Cowley tells a different story.
Mr. Cowley believes he's a prophet sent from God.
[ Scoffs ] He's delusional.
You don't play games with the I.R.S.
Mr. Loker, um, you've been very quiet.
You have anything to add?
No. What Foster said is accurate.
You tell Lightman he's gonna have an auditor with a microscope...
up his British keister...
for as long as I have a job.
Why'd you do that?
Well, you gotta have faith in something. I'm putting mine in you.
Thank you.
Doesn't mean what you did was right.
[ Intercom Beeps ] [ Woman ] Dr. Foster to the lab, please.
I'll be right there.
- She's a kid. He's a 22-year-old man. - Thanks, I appreciate that.
Uh, Reynolds called in a favor. He's got a cop watching Cabe.
Hey, what's going on?
I need fresh eyes on this.
I think that the dad is gonna take a run at Cabe.
Do you really think he'd go that far?
He doesn't want to put blame on his daughter, so he's directing all of his anger at Cabe.
People have trouble accepting when females are the sexual aggressors.
Actually, it's like the bonobo chimp I was-- Yeah.
Not now, Loker. Not now, not now. Um, play it again.
Come on! [ Cal ] Mr. Reed.
- It was a tough decision. - You're the prosecutor. Do your job!
Just play it again. Play it again. No, no. Let it play.
- The system has to make someone pay. - My job is to prosecute--
Listen to his words. The system is at fault.
"The system has to make someone pay."
- Oh, hell. - What?
Call the police. He's not going after Cabe.
[ Man ] * Are those halos in your hair *
- Someone has to pay. - [ Gasps ]
* Or diamonds shining there *
[ Police Radio Chatter ]
* Without a hope Without a prayer *
* This rain beats down like death *
* You turn your eyes to better men *
[ Engine Starts ]
* Before I go I'm hangin' a cross *
* On the nail *
* I hung one for you in there *
- You see his face? - Yeah. He was at peace.
* Girl, lay your shame to rest *
* And hold the lies close to your breast *
[ Siren Wailing ]
* You stoop to feed the crows *
[ Knocking ] * Some scraps of truth *
Come in.
* Already cold *
How you doin', love?
I'm just thinking about Susan.
She doesn't have her mom, and now her dad's in prison.
What's gonna happen to her?
I don't know, love. I don't know.
I mean, she was just excited that the older girls liked her.
I was excited that they liked me.
Now a man's dead,
and Susan doesn't have any family.
How did all this get so messed up?
See, this is what I mean about consequences, love.
You can't predict 'em.
And when it comes to you, that's what scares me the most.
You know? The unknown.
* Would you put halos in your hair *
Here. [ Pills Rattling ]
* Without a hope Without a prayer *
I'm sorry.
You're so good.
Now, now.
* You finally lay your shame to rest **
I love you, Em.
I love you too.
Be good, all right?