What kind of pledges are you wimps, huh? Everybody up!
It's 1:00 a.m., boys. That's the shank of the evening. Let's go!
Let's go! Come on, go for a walk.
Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!
All right!
Drink up! Drink up!
Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
That's number five, baby!
- Yeah! - All right!
- Let's go! - Yeah!
Don't you fall asleep, you pledge pukes.
The more you cough, the more you're gonna get.
Into the water, pukes.
- Let's go! Let's go. - Come on. Let's go!
In the water. Now!
Wayland, what are you doing?
Move it. Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
Hey, you okay? Excellent!
What's all the talking and laughing about,
pukes? Are you enjoying this? 'Cause you're not supposed to
enjoy this.
Why don't you go swim to the other side of the lake, huh?
That'll take some of the fun out of it for ya.
- All right. - Let's go.
Come on, come on.
Swim faster! Keep going!
Yeah!
All right, boys.
If this is you trying to bum another ride home,
it has to stop.
People are starting to talk.
Dr. Bull, I need...
I need a favor.
Oh. Well, for you, Judge Abernathy,
a woman who I greatly admire, and in front of whom
I'm trying a quarter of a billion dollar case...
This will, of course, have no bearing on the matter before me.
Name it. You need a five?
A ten? In unmarked quarters?
A friend, a colleague in the DA's office,
just caught a difficult and high-profile case.
I know it's short notice,
but if there's any help you can give him.
Don't think twice. Consider it done.
- Dr. Bull? - Yes.
I'm guessing you're the ADA
Judge Abernathy wanted me to meet.
I am.
Richmond.
Richmond Abernathy.
Aha.
So... the son?
Guilty as charged.
What can I do for you?
A Lennox University student
was found floating in the Hudson this morning.
Name's Sam Wayland, 18 years old,
pledging a fraternity.
Gather you think there's a connection.
How could I not?
Made any arrests?
That's why you're here.
With all due respect to you and your mother,
this feels a little premature.
I'm a trial consultant.
I know.
But mother claims you're also an expert in human behavior.
Said you're like a human lie detector.
I'm not sure I believe there is such a thing,
but not like I have much of a choice.
We've got to figure out who to charge.
These are mostly rich white kids
and they're lawyering up even as we speak.
I know I'm not gonna get any of them near a polygraph.
I think she was hoping I could use you instead.
Hazing? No. We don't participate in hazing.
What this was,
was a-a “Welcome to Theta” celebration.
It's something we look forward to every year.
See how his foot's pointed to the door?
That's because he wants to escape
because he's uncomfortable
because... he's lying.
Basically, it's always the same thing.
We have a few cocktails
and then the pledges go for a swim in the river.
It's... essentially, it's like a
“Welcome to Kappa Kappa Theta” thing.
Hear the use of qualifiers?
“Basically, essentially.”
That's a fairly good indicator someone's lying.
I use qualifiers all the time and I don't lie.
This is the victim's roommate.
We all got out of the water,
walked back up to the frat house.
Sam was right next to me.
I mean, we were all a little loopy,
but Sam was right there.
We got in the room and went to bed.
- Notice all the blinking? - Did you undress?
- Did he undress? - Yeah.
I kicked my shoes off and did a face-plant.
Sam did pretty much the same thing.
When did you first realize he wasn't there?
When you guys came to the door this morning and woke us up.
So you're telling me that Sam
walked all the way back to the dorm, got in bed,
and then changed his mind,
and went back to the river by himself?
Why would he do that?
Maybe he forgot his cell phone?
I have no idea.
But that's your story.
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
Absolutely.
- Yep. - Yep.
That's what happened.
So, according to you,
they're all lying.
Hey. I'm not selling anything.
You asked what I thought.
Take what you need and leave the rest.
Anything else?
Assistant District Attorney Abernathy.
The victim's mother's
still waiting in 102.
She's having a pretty rough time.
Can I give her an ETA?
I honestly don't have anything to tell her.
Need some company?
You have nothing to tell me?
Nothing beyond what the coroner's determined.
Which is, in and of itself, very preliminary.
Did he fall in?
Was he pushed?
Did... did he get a... a cramp,
or did someone hold him underwater?
What ever happened,
was he frightened or just...
surprised?
I mean, was he alone,
or were there other people?
Was this deliberate or was it an accident?
Oh, for God's sake, tell me something!
I have a working theory.
Sam was taking part in a hazing.
There was a lot of drinking.
Things got out of control.
And the boys went swimming.
And after Sam drowned, for whatever reason,
they decided not to call it in.
And for the moment, they have banded together.
And they've all agreed on the same story
about Sam going back to his room,
and, according to them,
returning to the river by himself.
You're saying there were other people there.
We don't know that for sure.
But if your theory's right,
why wouldn't one of those boys go and get help?
Or call 911, or call the police?
No. No.
I... I don't want to believe that.
It's like two deaths.
It's not... human.
Mrs. Wayland,
people act differently in groups.
They just... do.
You add alcohol to the mix and they're capable of doing things
they would never do if they were alone.
But...
what about now?
Why isn't someone stepping forward now?
It's part of the dynamic.
People commit to a certain course of action,
and they stick to it.
The key is to undermine the alliance
they've made to each other,
and that is what we're gonna do.
I promise you,
before we're through here,
you will know the truth.
You made a lot of promises in there,
and now I have to keep them.
And, honestly, I don't think I can.
Well, I wouldn't have made them
if I wasn't prepared to help you,
assuming you want my help.
Why don't you ask that victim's mother
if she wants my help.
It's not that I don't want your help.
Look, you were my mother's idea.
Yeah, and what does she know?
She's only been doing it for 30 years.
I don't have to explain myself to you.
Well, then let me explain you to you.
You think you're smarter than everybody else.
You think you're morally superior.
And you think you got this legal thing wired because
you had the highest marks in your class
or the best handwriting, or I don't know.
You've been assistant district attorney for what?
A minute? And you're too stupid to realize
that it costs you nothing to listen.
You can hear my ideas and still reject them
without me being any the wiser,
instead of letting me know with your smug affect
just how little you think of me.
Oh, and one more thing.
You got no people skills.
That woman just lost her son,
and what she needed to hear from you
was that you were gonna get her some answers,
even if you didn't have any.
But you're so arrogant,
and you're working so hard to be honest with her,
that you didn't see what was required there was a good lie.
Although, I'd bet the house
you think there's no such thing as a good lie.
Be sure and tell your mother how amazing I was.
Okay, Doctor, I'm all ears.
These 15 kids are my only witnesses,
and all their stories synced.
So, obviously, someone sat them down.
Obviously, someone rehearsed them.
So what do you suggest I do?
I'd put so much pressure on those college boys
they'd turn back into preschoolers.
We need them to start turning on each other.
And how do I do that?
Well, here's a crazy idea.
Start filing charges.
Against who?
Against all of them, all 15.
Charge them with manslaughter.
Make those boys sweat.
Make their parents sweat.
Make them hire expensive lawyers,
and make them sweat, too.
You want me to charge 15 kids with manslaughter?
All due respect, that's insane.
I knew you'd like it.
There is no evidence.
I won't be able to convict one person, let alone 15.
If we charge all of them, someone will break
and come forward looking for a deal.
And that is how we find our guy.
And if that doesn't happen?
Then I'll be wrong and that hasn't happened since 2005.
It was a Wednesday.
I said it was gonna rain, it only drizzled.
And by the way, I'm doing this for the grieving mother.
Not for you.
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Well, here's something you don't see every day,
15 Lennox University students,
all of them members or pledges
of Kappa Kappa Theta,
doing the “perp walk”
after they were all booked on the order
of Assistant District Attorney Richmond Abernathy.
You orchestrated all this, didn't you?
Called the press, worked out the timing?
You can thank me later.
- You hear that sound? - What?
It's the sound of your phone ringing
with calls from frantic moms and dads
who just saw their baby boys on TV
and want to know how they can cut a deal.
I was able to hack into the fraternity security system.
Now, this camera's at the back door.
And I don't know who's who, but I can tell
that 16 kids left the fraternity a little after 1:00 a.m.
And it looks like only 15 came back a little after 4:00.
Okay. What about the other doors?
Are they all monitored? Could Sam have
slipped in and then slipped back out through a side door?
'Cause that's what the other side's gonna argue.
Yeah, but didn't you say the roommate told the cops
that they all came in together,
- went to bed together? - Mm-hmm.
He also said he was extremely intoxicated,
left himself plenty of plausible deniability.
Can we get somebody down
to City Hall, Department of Records?
Let's get a set of plans for that house,
see every ingress and egress.
Marissa?!
Uh, I, uh, actually don't think she's in yet.
What are you talking about?
It's Marissa. She's always in.
I've worked with her for six years.
She's never even had a cold.
Should we call her?
Should we call the police?
She's fine, Dr. Bull.
She's just running late.
What does that mean?
Do you know where she is?
I know that she's fine, and I know she'll be here soon.
Okay.
Apparently, I just work here.
I'll be in my office.
He had booze in his belly and water in his lungs.
Blood alcohol level?
.43, enough to make a rhino tipsy.
Didn't kill him, though.
How's that?
This boy died from asphyxiation.
While he was in the water, he aspirated.
Choked to death on his own vomit.
Horrible, violent way to die.
A death like that...
would be noisy, right?
Hard to ignore?
If there were people around,
I think it would be impossible to ignore.
Hey. Sorry to bother you.
My name is Rex Bond. I own Rex's Bail Bonds.
Hi. Hey, Mr. Daniels?
It's just totally crazy, you know?
Rob Daniels. How can I help you?
I'm guessing you're an attorney. Huh? Huh?
My name is Rex Bond. I own Rex's Bail Bonds.
I understand the kids are out on their parents' recognizance,
but if that should change, I wanted to let them know
that we are ready and willing to be of help.
I'm talking no money down, excellent rates.
If I could just come in and talk to the boys
and leave them my card?
You're not coming in here.
You're not talking to any of these boys.
- I'm not? - No, you're not.
I'm sure you understand.
These boys have been charged with a homicide.
They're not gonna talk to just anybody who comes in the door.
Okay.
I get that.
But I'm glad that I've made your acquaintance.
I'm always looking for good attorneys I can refer
my clients to.
Here you go.
- Don't lose that. - All right.
Thank you.
Oh. Hey.
Hey. Full house.
Sorry.
Sorry. Sorry.
I will be there in one minute.
You okay?
Yeah. Of course.
I'm fine. Late, but fine.
Really? I'm concerned.
This is so not like you.
Anything you want to tell me?
Oh, like what?
Like, are you looking for another job?
No.
I'm not looking for another job.
Doctor appointment?
Yeah, okay, I did not have a doctor's appointment.
Nothing is wrong with me, everything is fine.
I am truly sorry for being late.
So what kind of job are you interviewing for?
Okay, Bull...
Huh?
Look, we have been together
for... ever.
And I am very happy here, very happy.
And I am very healthy.
No worries there. No worries at all.
I'm sorry if I caused you... concern.
So, where were you?
I was nowhere. It was nothing.
I went out to dinner last night,
and... one thing led to another,
and I guess you could say I...
ended up having an irresponsible evening.
I'm sorry.
I think. Um, are...?
Are we done?
Mission accomplished.
Oh, what do you got there, Chunk?
Oh. Wow. Those boys are lawyered up.
I hate to be a buzzkill,
but those boys just might be telling the truth.
Excuse me. I've been doing this for a very long time,
and they're telling everything but the truth.
I'm just saying.
According to the coroner, Sam's death was violent and loud.
It's hard to imagine 15 guys just standing around,
- watching him die. - Dr. Bull?
You have a call from Assistant District Attorney Abernathy.
I put the call in your office.
Thank you.
What's the good news?
Dr. Bull,
you promised me an eyewitness.
Have you received any calls?
No.
Yeah. Nor have I.
The trial starts tomorrow,
and no one's looking to flip.
There are no deals on the table.
Well, let's not quit before we get started.
That's easy for you to say.
This is all gonna land on me, Dr. Bull.
Losing the one kid might have been bad,
but losing the 15?
I might as well start packing my desk.
Well, I'll be sure to convey your selfless concerns
to the victim's next of kin.
Didn't think it'd actually get to this.
- A trial with 15 defendants? - Mm.
I was sure somebody'd break ranks, make a deal,
tell us what actually happened that night.
So what are we looking for?
Jury-wise, I mean.
You ever heard of the threshold number?
That would be a “no”"
It's the number of people who have to make a decision
before you or I might make the same one.
One person breaks a store window, it's a robbery.
Ten people break store windows, it's a riot.
The question is,
how many people had to start breaking store windows
before the others felt comfortable joining in?
How many fraternity brothers had to say they were...
okay walking away from this kid drowning
before everybody else was willing to join in?
Okay. I get that.
But how does that help us figure out who we want on the jury?
What am I missing?
That guy. He's our perfect juror.
That guy? The guy throwing the granny shots?
- Why? 'Cause he looks ridiculous? - Precisely.
He doesn't care.
As long as the shots are going in.
You know, Wilt Chamberlain, one of the greatest players
- that ever lived... - And a lousy foul shooter.
One year, just for the hell of it,
decides to shoot all his free throws underhand.
Even scored over 100 points one game.
Never did it again, though.
Power of peer pressure.
Be seated.
A little gift from me to you.
What the hell are you doing?
I'm helping you find a high-threshold jury.
Do any of you belong to, uh, any groups,
clubs, organizations?
I sing in my church choir
and I'm part of my neighborhood watch.
Oh, she is
a joiner, Bull.
Also, she belongs to the PTA,
and she's on the board of her community center.
A pox on her house.
Move to strike, Your Honor.
And what about you, sir?
Do you participate in any organizations?
I belong to the Rotary.
The president of his local chapter
three years in a row.
Move to strike, Your Honor.
Sir, it says here
you're an officer on your co-op board.
- What's your title? - Treasurer.
Bull's-eye. Talk about a thankless job.
People must hate him.
But he doesn't care, which means we love him.
Marissa, talk to me.
What do you need, Dr. Bull?
Marissa's not there?
Um, she had...
an emergency.
Can I help you?
- What kind of emergency? - By the way,
your pen is leaking.
Oh.
You don't say.
Never mind. I don't need her.
This juror's acceptable to the prosecution, Your Honor.
That was a very expensive shirt.
That was a very expensive pen.
Anyone feel like tapas?
Gentlemen.
Mr. Assistant District Attorney?
Sorry to interrupt your lunch break, gentlemen,
but I was hoping to get a word.
What's on your mind, Counselor?
Well, I know you're not gonna like this, but, uh,
I believe that what we're looking at here
is a tragic accident. Nothing more, nothing less.
But to compound the felony by destroying 15 young lives...
it makes no sense.
There's no physical evidence, you got no eyewitnesses.
Wait a second.
None of that changes the fact that someone died
during the commission of a crime.
Excuse me, Jury Consultant.
What crime?
Contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
Providing alcohol to someone who is underage.
And by the way, I'm a trial scientist.
What I do is, I tell lawyers...
the ones who are smart enough to listen...
what to do so they can win their cases.
And they pay me very well for it.
I'm guessing you and I are not destined to work together.
These boys, including the victim,
were doing what college kids have been doing
for 100 years... drinking.
You really want to send them to prison for that?
An 18-year-old boy died, Counselor.
And a mother lost her child.
Absolutely.
It's a tragedy, but it's a tragedy born of an accident.
No one set out to murder this poor boy.
My clients weren't even present when it happened.
So they say.
I tell you what.
I'll let 14 of them walk.
Mr. Assistant District Attorney.
I will... under one condition.
I want the person responsible.
The one who said, “Let's get these pledges drunk”"
The one who said, “Let's take them for a swim.”
I want that person to come forward
and accept responsibility.
There's no such person, Mr. Assistant District Attorney.
Enjoy your lunch, gentlemen.
Well, this is a career first.
We're about to start a trial, and I have no case.
- We have a case. - No, we don't.
No. My idea didn't work.
I was sure they'd crack and somebody would come to us
and tell us the truth, but...
they just offered to let us surrender.
Look at that.
Not one, “I'm sorry.”
Not one, “He was my friend.”
They're all terrified,
just not terrified enough to break ranks.
You know what?
We're doing this backward.
What are you talking about?
I'm tired of waiting for them to come to us.
Let's pick one kid, separate him from the pack,
and dismiss the charges against him.
What do you mean? Offer him immunity?
Yeah. That's exactly what I mean.
We have to be smart about it, though.
We have to pick the right guy.
Not the guy we really think is guilty.
We want to see him punished.
We got to pick a guy we can squeeze,
a guy we can put on the stand and scare the crap out of.
Make him understand,
once we've immunized him,
if he doesn't cooperate, he'll be locked up for contempt.
If he lies, he'll be locked up for perjury.
I know just the guy.
All I'm trying to say is, if you approach it mathematically,
his roommate Carter is the most vulnerable.
I don't understand.
What do you mean, “mathematically”?
Well, other than lies of omission,
the only lies everybody had tell
were that Sam got out of the water
and went back to the frat house with them... two lies.
Carter, on the other hand,
had to go a lot further. He had to say that he and Sam
made it back to the room together and they went to bed.
And that therefore Sam must have snuck
out of the house after everybody was asleep,
and died alone.
Under a grant of immunity, he must testify,
and if he lies, he is subject to ten years in prison.
Remember, the point of all this is to get him to tell us
what really happened that night.
You have got to use his testimony
against him like a club,
and beat him with it,
until he tells us what we need to know.
I know what I need to do.
Well, if you know what to do, then our job here is done.
Marissa.
Uh, did you call me?
When do I get to meet him?
Meet who?
Mr. Irresponsible.
Let's just see if it lasts the weekend
before we plan the wedding.
You know how important you are to me.
I think so.
And you can call me anytime.
Day or night with anything.
That is sweet.
I'm fine, Bull.
In fact, I'm better than fine.
I'm happy.
I'm happy you're happy.
Go get some sleep.
You're here on a grant of immunity.
Um, yes, sir.
That means, so as long as you tell the truth,
anything you say here, we can't use it against you.
That's what my lawyer said.
You and Sam were roommates.
Would you say you were friends?
Well, uh,
we just met six weeks ago,
but, yes.
W-We liked each other.
On this particular night,
there was a pledge party.
I think you told the detective it was a celebration.
Was there alcohol at the celebration?
Yes.
Did you drink?
Yes.
Even though, here in New York State,
you're under the legal drinking age.
Your Honor.
We're prepared to stipulate
that there was underage drinking
at the celebration.
So stipulated.
Did Sam drink?
Yes, I-I saw him drink.
Any idea how much?
I, uh, wasn't keeping track.
Coroner says Sam's blood alcohol level was .43.
Just to put it in perspective,
symptoms in a typical human being
with a blood alcohol level between .3 and .4
are complete unconsciousness,
depressed or absent reflexes, and impairment
of circulation and respiration.
Not to put too fine a point on it,
but death has been known to occur
at a blood alcohol level of .37 or higher.
And fatality is almost certain for nearly all individuals
at .45 or higher.
Objection, Your Honor.
Is counsel gonna ask a question?
Sustained. Ask a question, Mr. Abernathy.
Happy to, Your Honor.
So based on these findings,
knowing that your roommate... friend...
was almost certainly at the very edge of consciousness,
perhaps even death's door,
is it still your testimony
that he got out of the water on his own,
traveled three quarters of a mile back
to the fraternity house in the dark,
climbed stairs to the second floor and went to bed?
Yes, sir.
That is my testimony.
To the room you shared.
Right beside each other.
Yes, sir.
Did he get undressed?
We were already in our underwear.
Did he brush his teeth?
- I-I don't honestly remember. - But you are swearing
under oath that the two of you
returned to your room that night
safe and sound, and that anything
that happened to him happened after that.
Yes, sir.
Son, do you know the punishment for perjury?
It's ten years.
Ten years in prison for lying to the court.
I'm not lying.
That's ten years per each lie, actually.
So you'll be, what,
29 when you get out? Or 39 or 49.
Objection, Your Honor.
We understand the concept of lying.
We understand ten years, and we all know how to count.
I'm not lying.
What if I told you
that I have security video that shows 16 of you
leaving the house for the celebration,
but only 15 of you coming back?
Would you be inclined to change your story?
All that drinking...
He needed to use the bathroom.
He went in the side door.
It's closer.
No camera there.
Is that your sworn testimony?
It is.
Nothing further at this moment, Your Honor.
Defense has no questions for this witness,
- Your Honor. - If counsel
for both sides could approach the bench.
What's Marissa saying?
We created a lot of doubt,
but not a lot of certainty and people don't convict people
based solely on doubt.
The judge would like to see us in her chambers.
She's threatening to dismiss the case.
Ooh.
I've got 14 defendants in my courtroom.
14 defendants, 12 jurors, 20-some parents,
enough lawyers to hold a convention.
But not one name on the witness list
that promises to provide an iota of fact
that will lead us anywhere different
from where we are right now.
In my opinion, this has been
a colossal waste of time and resources.
But, Your Honor, that boy was obviously lying.
That's a supposition, Your Honor.
One we have neither the time
nor the authority to adjudicate.
That would have been for the jury to decide.
Would have been?
I'm going to issue a directed verdict.
Everyone innocent on all counts.
Let the defendants, the jurors, everyone,
- go home. - But there's one more witness.
Excuse me?
I'm asking a favor, Your Honor.
Allow us one more witness,
and I believe we can bring this to some kind of just conclusion.
And who is this mystery witness?
The person for whom I took on this case.
The victim's mother.
Excuse me.
She wasn't there when her son died.
She's not a percipient witness.
We're not here to provide catharsis, Dr. Bull.
We're here to find the truth and I fail to see
how this is going to get us there.
That's why I called it a favor, Your Honor.
You promised me you would get me the truth.
That's what I'm trying to do.
They don't want to hear from me.
They already know everything I'm gonna say.
Don't be so sure.
You remember what you said to me the first time we met?
I told you I believed there were people present when Sam died.
And you said just the thought of that
was like a second death to you.
The boys need to hear that.
It just might shake the truth out of them.
Okay.
Tell me what to say.
Uh, Sam was an only child.
He had no father.
He had no brothers, so, the idea
of being in a fraternity...
a house full of brothers and fathers...
he was very excited.
Objection.
Relevance.
Ask a question, Mr. Abernathy.
The day you got the call
informing you that they had found Sam's body,
what were your reactions?
Again. Relevance.
Overruled.
Let the woman speak.
Well, there were many things.
First I thought it must be some mistake
and then I realized it wasn't...
that Sam was gone.
Just... gone.
And then I realized that no one
could look me in the eye and tell me what happened.
That apparently, no one knew.
And that...
I was gonna have to live the rest of my life
knowing one day I had a child, and then the next day I didn't,
but I would never know why.
And then?
And then it-it started to seem like...
maybe somebody did know.
Like, maybe there actually
had been people there. Like, a lot of people.
And so, I wondered who made the choices.
I mean, did they all
just say, “Let's...
go and get the pledges drunk”?
Did they all just decide, “Hey, let's
throw him in the river,” even though
they're so drunk they can't see straight?
And then I gue...
I guess... when Sam drowned...
...did they all... decide,
“Let's just not... call anybody.
“Let's... go home.
Let's just get some sleep”?
Objection, Your Honor.
I don't mean any disrespect,
but I would be derelict in my duties
if I did not object to all this testimony
based on relevance.
Sustained.
You're right.
The jury will please disregard everything they just heard.
Right. Just go ahead and unhear that.
Let's take a one hour recess,
and counsel and I will meet in my chambers
to determine next steps.
Earth to Marissa. Talk to me.
Uh, well, the jurors were clearly moved.
Enough to convict?
Yeah, not quite.
Eight are green, and four are still red.
What's your next move?
Well, I'm probably gonna do what most great men do
when confronted with a situation like this.
Yeah. What's that?
- Lie. - Excuse me?
I'll tell you all about it tonight
when I get back to the office.
Oh, and do me a favor. 20 minutes from now,
will you please text Benny?
- Uh, text Benny what? - Doesn't matter.
Just text him.
Come on. Let's find Richmond Abernathy
and see if we can convince him to tell a couple of good lies,
or at the very least, let us tell them
without him blowing our cover.
Our algorithm's never wrong.
Rebecca's testimony turned every single juror.
14 boys, 14 convictions.
And you know Judge Hanlon.
It's not gonna be picking up trash
on the side of the road. Mm-mm.
You're going to prison.
Logan, jury wants to hear from you.
This is nonsense.
You can't get a conviction based on a bunch of stares.
You're really willing to take all your friends down with you?
Oh. Sorry.
Huh.
It's one of the lawyers.
Somebody wants to make a deal.
Should I step outside and call him back?
One of the other lawyers? Someone on my team?
Let me see the phone.
- Not gonna show you my phone. - Why?
'Cause there's no such text? Come on.
Let me see it, big shot!
- Hey, get your hands off me! - Gentlemen!
Quiet!
I just got two voice mails from parents
who are willing to allow their sons to testify
in exchange for immunity.
With all due respect,
Mr. Assistant District Attorney, would it be possible
for me to hear those voice mails?
I'm an officer of the court for the State of New York.
Are you suggesting that I'm a liar?
Fine.
Go and make imaginary deals
with imaginary lawyers and imaginary parents.
We're done here.
Being pretty cavalier with your client's future. You're going
home to bed tonight.
He and all of his friends are gonna do 15 years.
15 years? Really?
That's the sentence for manslaughter.
That's the maximum. No one gets the maximum.
They do in Judge Hanlon's
- courtroom. - And that's before I indict you
for obstruction of justice.
That's good for another, well, ten years.
No. No, I'm-I'm not going to prison for 25 years.
Then let me help you.
Agree to testify, and let that jury
and that grieving mother know what really happened that night.
And then I will go to the judge,
and I will use every bit of influence I have
to get her to go easy on you.
You just said Judge Hanlon doesn't go easy on anyone.
This is a business of favors,
and I've done a ton of 'em.
I guess it's time to collect.
What do you say?
When I was a kid, my grandpa would talk about World War II.
But my dad and my older brothers...
they'd talk about Hell Night, about pledging,
about how surviving that ordeal made you a man,
and introduced you to the people
that would stay your friends for the rest of your life.
We all really liked Sam.
That's why we asked him to be one of us.
Nobody expected him to die.
Who bought the alcohol?
I did.
Uh, the fraternity, but we used my I.D.
And who ordered the defendants to drink?
Me, but, I mean, we all did.
It-It's kind of what you do.
And who marched him down to the dock?
That was me.
I had the megaphone,
and I was the one who pushed Sam into the water.
And how long did you keep them there?
I don't know. Maybe an hour.
Uh, we were drinking and shouting
and having a great time, and then,
Carter... he was treading water...
started to say he couldn't see Sam anymore, so...
we started calling his name,
uh, diving into the water to try and find him, but...
you couldn't see anything. It...
Sam!
It was black...
...so we just kept calling his name.
Sam!
Sam! Sam! Sam!
And then, it kind of got quiet.
We stopped calling his name.
I-I guess we just realized
that he wasn't there.
And then,
I said, um... I said this thing.
I said...
“Well, maybe he just went back to the house.”
I don't know where it came from,
and I wish I had never said it.
It was just kind of...
You could tell that...
The second they heard it, it was what everyone wanted to hear.
We were drunk and stupid, and we didn't
even think to call the police.
Nobody said a word on the walk home,
but I think we all realized that there was a really good chance
that our lives were gonna be very different now.
And what happened when you got back home,
and he wasn't there?
Didn't anyone suggest calling the authorities?
Everybody was really drunk
and really scared.
Everyone just...
went to their rooms and either passed out or prayed
that he'd show up the next morning, and when he didn't...
...we made a promise to each other
that we would not talk about what had happened.
Not to our lawyers.
Not even to our parents.
And whose idea was that?
That was me.
I'm truly sorry.
You've been convicted of manslaughter
in a sad and senseless death.
A young man full of life and promise is gone.
And you had the power to stop it.
But instead, you chose to indulge
and encourage yourself and others
in reckless and wanton behavior.
I'm taking into account that
you admitted to your role in the incident
and took responsibility for the effect
of your behavior on others.
And I will note that Dr. Bull, a member of the opposing team,
has spoken up on your behalf, which is a rare occurrence.
I'm not one to reward bad behavior,
but in this case, I'm going to make an exception.
I hereby sentence you to serve two years in state prison.
Not so fast.
Sit down, please.
The rest of you bare a certain degree of culpability, as well.
I'm sentencing each of you
to 500 hours of community service.
She took your suggestion.
Dr. Bull.
Thank you.
You kept your promise.
I had a lot of help.
Marissa?
I know you're dying to hear.
Have I got a story for you.
Mariss?