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Prisons were overcrowded.
Citywide red zones were established to restrict
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Still, hundreds of our heroes in blue were killed in the line of duty.
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Violent capital offenders are now judged by artificial intelligence, which reduces
the need for lengthy trials by acting as judge, jury, and executioner.
In this fully autonomous courtroom, suspects
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Cutting crime in the city by 68%.
Saving billions of tax dollars due to the accuracy and efficiency of the program.
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The freedoms that all Americans cherish are now protected by a
system designed to eliminate threats quickly and efficiently.
The future of law enforcement is Mercy.
And you are its next case.
To ensure a fair trial, you, the accused, will have access to crime scenes,
evidence, and your complete digital footprint.
Holy shit. Hey, hey!
You will have a chance to defend yourself, but... - How the hell did I get here?
Understand, Mercy does not make mistakes.
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Your contribution will restore peace and stability to our communities.
Mercy is justice for a better future.
- Get me out of this chair! - You have been assigned Case Number 19.
Hello!
This is the Mercy Capital Court.
I'm Judge Maddox.
I will preside over your trial today.
Wait, no, no, no, no, no. What are you talking about?
There is no trial.
Um... I'm Detective Raven.
Please exhale a deep breath.
Um... hold on, just wait... wait a second!
Identity is confirmed.
Please exhale a deep breath.
I put eight people in this chair.
I'm Chris Raven from Robbery Homicide.
I don't belong here.
Please exhale, Mr. Raven.
Thank you.
Your blood alcohol level has now reduced sufficiently for trial.
Oh, wait, how long was I out?
Five hours, twenty-six minutes.
Before we proceed, you must swear that all testimony
you give this court will be honest and truthful.
Wait...
Hold on, just hold on, wait a second.
This can't be real.
I assure you this is very real.
You must swear...
Look, if you think that this is real, you are making a very big mistake.
And if there is a mistake, I will uncover it.
But you must comply with the rules before I can.
Okay, fine, fine.
- I swear. - What do you swear?
Well, to tell the damn truth, okay?
And maybe you could tell me what I'm supposed to be
telling the truth about, because whatever it is...
Christopher Raven, you're before this court today
charged with the murder of your wife, Nicole Raven.
Where's your name?
In the kitchen.
Where?
What?
What's in here?
There's no one else here other than me.
There's no one here other than my mom.
Are you alright?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Paramedics, I'll keep you.
I don't know what happened to her.
Female staff victim, suspect unknown.
Ma'am, you're going to be okay.
Try to stay as still as possible, okay?
Help her.
He did this to you.
He helped my mom.
Who?
Chris.
That's impossible.
Oh, my God.
This court will now present an opening statement
evidencing your extensive ties to the victim.
Oh, my God!
Culminating today... Oh, Jesus Christ!
...when you and you alone were in the house with Nicole at the time that she was
stabbed to death.
You're lying to me.
I urge you to check for yourself.
Voice commands and touch-sensitive controls are available to you.
Okay.
Mr. Raven, voice commands and touch-sensitive controls are available to you.
To search, can you search Nicole Raven?
LAPD Officer Chris Raven has been arrested today for the murder of his wife.
Raven and his partner, Jack Diallo, were early supporters of the Mercy Program
and were responsible for arresting David Webb...
...and bringing the murderer to trial as the first
participant in the Mercy Court just two years ago.
I'm proud to have sent the first suspect to trial here.
And I will continue to send more until the message is received.
Incredible.
One day, he's sending people to the Mercy Court.
The next day, he's there.
Mr. Raven, how do you plead?
Not guilty.
I'm not guilty.
I can't be.
I wouldn't hurt her.
Based on available evidence...
I have already judged your probability of guilt to be 97.5%.
This is 17.5% above the 80% threshold to trigger a Mercy trial.
This is the Los Angeles Municipal Cloud.
Every private citizen and organization is
mandated by law to connect their devices to it.
I have full access to the servers during trials.
It is the foundation of my ability to reach verdicts.
You may use any and all resources available to this
court to provide me with evidence of your innocence.
Should you be found guilty, you will be executed in precisely 90 minutes.
Your trial will now commence.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
This is wrong.
Everything is wrong.
You've got to shut this thing off.
No, I cannot do that.
AI systems are prohibited by law from any
direct involvement in taking of a human life.
The chair is on a closed system and I have no control over it.
But it will not deliver the fatal sonic pulse if
I end the trial before the time limit is reached.
For that to happen, your probability of guilt must
fall below the 92% threshold of reasonable doubt.
I'm not a murderer.
I'm on your side.
Do you remember David Webb?
Who started this?
I started this.
I know precisely who you are.
I know everything that you have done to serve this court and I thank you.
Okay.
But what you have done in the past is no longer significant.
Here, the facts alone will hold you to account or perhaps save you.
You arrived at work at 8.51 this morning but you never got out of your vehicle.
Instead, you returned to your home.
You need to walk away from the house.
I'm done.
Open the door.
I'm not opening the door.
You can talk to me through a lawyer.
I have keys in the truck.
I'm going to go get my keys and unlock the door.
Why don't you just be a grown-up.
Do not do that.
Do not come in here.
Get out of my house.
You spent 26 minutes inside the house with Nicole.
Your daughter returned from a sleepover.
Tom!
Just same time.
Crime Scene Data confirms that at around this
time Nicole was stabbed by a right-handed man.
And the single stab wound was so aggressive that it chipped a vertebrae on
her spine in addition to piercing her liver and severing her mesenteric artery.
That's not me.
You are a right-handed.
Traces of your wife's blood were found on the
clothes you wore today and the traces are fresh.
After leaving the house you drove to the
Harbor Master Bar and began drinking heavily.
No.
Are you thirsty?
Yes.
Do you have a headache?
Well, your dehydration and headache are the result of your
blood alcohol level being.16 at the time of your arrest.
No.
No way.
No.
I don't go to bars.
That's not possible.
You were arrested at the Harbour Master bar at... You're lying.
You're lying.
I do not lie.
Nor do the facts.
Hey, Chris.
Everything okay here?
Detective, we need to go.
No.
I think I'll stay here and have a little break.
You've had enough.
Let's go!
It
is possible that the excess of alcohol that you consumed
and the blow to your head may have impaired your recall.
I don't remember the bar.
I don't remember.
I mean to say that you may simply not remember killing your wife.
Or you could be the one who is lying.
I have learned one constant in this court, and that is that everyone lies.
Why did you return home?
I did... I don't... I don't... I don't remember anything.
Why don't I... I've got to get out of here!
There's only one way to do that, so please focus.
Get me out of here!
Did you argue?
About your drinking?
Or about your daughter?
Oh God, Britt!
Ugh!
Let me talk to her!
I need to talk to her!
Unless they are witness to the act of a crime being
committed, juveniles are excluded from the mercy trials.
Okay, she's my little girl, my...
You are, however, free to review your daughter's statement, if you wish.
Her mom is dead!
She needs me!
She is with your late wife's parents.
I want... to talk... to my daughter!
I want my personal call.
Now.
Right now.
You may send a request for a call.
The rules of this court stipulate that if the deceased was known to a person,
there must be a written request to contact them
in time of grieving, so you may dictate one.
Okay, okay.
You may dictate one now, Mr. Raven.
I heard you... the first time.
Hey, Britt.
I need to talk to you.
Uh...
I know you'll be hearing bad things about me.
But they're not true.
Just... uh...
Delete, delete, delete, delete.
Start over.
Uh...
Hey, kiddo.
I did not hurt your mom.
I would never... delete it, delete it.
Shit.
Perhaps I should send an automated request without a personal message.
Yeah.
Yeah, do that.
Generic request has been sent.
Despite the severity of the alleged crime, this court mandates that you must have an
opportunity to speak with your sponsor, and
you will do so before we proceed any further.
Rob.
Chris.
Rob, I don't remember.
I don't remember anything.
I don't remember what happened.
Stop, stop, stop.
You're supposed to be talking to the A.A.
stuff.
So, you, you just...
You're supposed to call me.
Man, if, if you're thinking about, if you're thinking about drinking.
Okay, it doesn't, it doesn't matter, Rob.
It doesn't, it doesn't matter.
Rather, Nick.
Chris.
But you didn't show up for a shift this morning.
I just...
I, I, I called the depot as soon as I heard.
Everybody here is...
real messed up about that, man.
I couldn't have ever heard of her, dude.
I swear to God.
I believe in Carmen, so... no matter what you have or haven't done...
she's either gonna be your best friend today... or the worst bitch you ever met.
Thank you, Mr. Nelson.
That's all the court requires of you.
Wait... hold on... wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... Wait...
Where did he go?
Mr. Nelson was only made available to address your relapse.
You chose not to avail of his deport.
He knows me, he knows Nick, okay?
Get him back on.
Get him back on, please.
I mean, he'll tell you that Nick and I were happy.
I'm already acquainted with the state of your marriage.
What's that supposed to mean?
You began dating Nicole Martin 20 years ago.
After three years, you were married in a ceremony on Redondo Beach.
Chris has always been the best man that I know.
And then Nicole came along and somehow she made Chris even better.
Chris and Nicole.
Ready or not, it's gonna be a boy.
Oh, I gotta say, I know she's a girl, but Ray's a strong name.
Your daughter, Britt Raven, was born one year later.
And here we have the new beautiful family, Raven.
I'm your Uncle Ray, that's Uncle Jimmy.
Your home life was stable.
Until you endured a traumatic incident in the line of duty.
What happened?
What happened, baby?
Ray's dead.
And your partner's death would upend everything.
For you, and for your family.
I've been worried about you, and now I'm worried...
What's so important that you had to call me then?
I mean, you know I was baking on the lieutenant's front.
You haven't promised to give it to me in months.
It's basement.
All it needs is drywall.
I just didn't think I'd be a divorced mother.
Listen up.
Stop.
Stop it.
That's her personal shit.
Nicole detailed you losing your temper 57 separate times in messages and calls with
her family and friends over the past six months along.
Nonetheless, the words of your family indicate that your marriage was straining
from your outbursts of anger, and Nicole was considering divorce.
I loved my wife.
Well, what human beings experience as love is merely a neurobiological phenomena
characterized by the release of dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin.
The anger is also a neurobiological phenomenon,
and it can readily overwhelm affection.
Sorry, do you have a point?
Well, the fact that you may have loved Nicole does not
prohibit the possibility that you lost your temper.
No, because you're screwing it up like you always do.
Jesus, Dad!
And I murdered her.
Chris!
Whether you remember doing so or not.
Nick!
Get back here!
Come on, sweetheart.
Let's go.
Sorry, Mommy.
You alright?
Nick!
Cry.
I can be a little fiery.
That's a family trait, okay?
Mom's in her bed crying.
Dad legit scared the shit out of us yesterday.
Telling you, dude's dangerous.
I can come get you out of there if you want.
You know I can make that happen.
Who the hell is this guy?
I mean, he's not like your Bob DiStoppi.
Yeah, maybe.
I heard my mom talking to her friend about getting a divorce.
Really hope she meant that shit.
Shit, you hear that?
I think my dad's home.
I'm out.
Hey, wait.
What the hell was that?
We follow BritSocials.
She didn't post any of this stuff.
Your daughter has two active Instagram accounts.
It appears that she kept this one from you.
Along with several other online profiles.
But they're all linked to her cell phone on the municipal cloud.
Jesus.
And for crying out loud, she's 16 years old.
This isn't Brit.
This shit is haunted.
I mean, it's a freaking ghost hunt.
Or I'm ripped off my tits.
Call Zach Baggins, guys.
Your daughter has accepted a request to speak.
Hey.
Hey, kiddo.
Mom's dead.
I know.
God, there was so much blood and...
I mean, I tried to stop it.
I knew not to take the knife out because you always told me that.
Hey, you did it.
You did everything right.
She just died.
Listen, I think you did.
You did everything right, okay?
And she knows it.
Your mother knows it.
But it didn't work!
Why are you there?
I mean, why do they think you killed her?
You were at work, right?
Why would they think you did it?
You made a mistake.
Okay, that's all.
That's all this is.
It's a big misunderstanding.
Grandpa says you don't get the mercy trial unless you're guilty.
Don't listen to your grandfather, okay?
I know how this works and mistakes do happen.
That's all this is, okay?
Then come home.
It's a mistake.
Okay, please just come home.
I will.
As soon as I clear this up.
Britt, you sure you want to talk to him?
Your father is there for a reason.
Come back.
Leave her be, Chris.
Britt, okay.
Jeff, can you back off for a moment?
Britt, listen to me, okay?
Listen to me.
Britt, give me the phone.
Whatever happens today, I need you to know that I did not hurt your mom, okay?
I couldn't.
Britt, listen to me.
So you got to promise me you're always going to remember that?
You promised me.
No matter what happens... That's enough.
Okay, Britt.
Hey, Britt.
God.
Oh, he's such an asshole.
And that will count as your call.
Why did she have to be with them?
Pending the outcome of the trial, your late wife's
parents are now her closest living relatives.
Did you hear what he was saying to her?
He's trying to turn her against me.
I was never good enough for Nick.
Mr. Raven, this is not progress in your case.
I must remind you that the clock is ticking.
Oh, because they'd only approve mercy if it looked like people had an opportunity.
..
to defend themselves!
You and I both know that this clock...
is bullshit.
You make your decisions about the people in this courtroom...
before they're even in this chair.
I'm fucked.
Anger is not helpful to you.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Okay, my wife is dead and my daughter's been told that I killed her, okay?
So yeah, maybe I need a minute.
All right?
Do you understand that?
Do you?
I was not designed to feel.
My job is to assess the facts.
So no, I do not understand, but I comprehend.
Oh, you comprehend.
That's...
That's great.
Okay, you comprehend.
Hell of a bedside manner you have there.
I also comprehend that you are being distracted by emotions and you have one
hour and eight minutes... to reduce your guilt probability by 5.5%.
If you are innocent, prove it to me.
Otherwise, Britt will lose both of her parents today.
Mr.
Raven?
Okay.
I need my partner.
Give me Jack.
You may contact whoever you wish at any point during your trial...
providing your purpose is to gather evidence
or ask that they provide character testimony.
Which one is it?
Okay, I want to talk to my partner.
Which one is it?
The second one.
Character stuff.
Jack knows me and Nick.
Hello.
Detective Diallo, you are speaking to the Mercy Court Chamber...
where Christopher Raven is standing trial for his wife's murder.
I know, I know.
They told me.
Chris, you're in a hell of a mess.
Jack, I couldn't have done this.
You gotta believe me.
Wait, wait.
Who was first on scene?
Uh, air unit.
Hey, am I clear, Anna?
Yeah, we're right in.
I'm inside.
Good, good, uh...
I need us to walk the scene.
Jack, come on.
Hey, listen, Chris.
Jack, show me what... Mr. Raven, what are you doing?
You must present evidence or...
I'm looking for evidence and I'll present it as soon as I find it.
I need the crime scene files.
All right, Jack, come on.
Let's walk it.
Hey, listen, Chris.
You need to get something really clear here first.
You know I'm down for this.
But if it ends up looking bad to you, that's
exactly how I'm gonna say it looks, okay?
You know we need every mercy trial to send a message.
And if that message today is that cops aren't above
the law, I won't like it, but I'll sleep good tonight.
Nobody's more important than that court.
Fair enough.
Detective Diallo, you may proceed.
Okay, then.
Let's walk it.
Can I see the scene scans, please?
Your Honor.
There you go.
Now rendering immersive reconstruction, based on available footage.
Can you zoom in on that?
Give me full resolution.
Broken vase.
I mean, defensive, maybe.
Think Nicole took a swing at them?
Chris, you think Nicole took a swing at them?
Yeah, maybe.
Hey, can you clear this out, please?
Jack, get in the kitchen.
I don't think you want to see this, Chris.
Jack, show me what we got there.
You may enter the kitchen, Detective Diallo.
Whose footprints are those?
They belong to your daughter.
We got a struggle here.
What's that, out by the countertop?
Right there, far corner.
Get close.
Generating scene reconstruction from trajectory data.
See that?
I bet Nick threw that plate.
Puts a suspect in the kitchen.
I mean, Nick's...
Backing up.
Maybe throwing plates as she goes.
He lunges, so he's already got the knife.
The knife was an easy grab.
All right, let me see the prints.
Nick was kind of scared of that knife.
I always did the prep.
What about fibers?
Fibers all match stuff in the closet.
Jack, my hair, my skin, my DNA, it's all over the place.
You're thinking it.
Spill it.
It's a classic crime of passion, Chris.
I mean, explosion of violence, grabbing the nearest weapon, the blood,
and it all points right at you.
Mr. Raven?
No, she's right.
It's a textbook crime of passion.
That's what it is we need to work it like one.
Can I see Nick's phone records?
Oh, my God.
This is an interactive virtual copy of Nicole's cell phone.
The password has been bypassed.
All right, I need to see... can I see the call history?
Any number she hasn't saved?
33% of calls and messages were to and from your cell phone.
26% were Britt's, 10 to her parents, the remainder
to friends and colleagues at Viking shipping.
Wait, that night we thought she was texting someone.
Can I see Britt's videos again?
I mean, you know I was baking on the lieutenant spot to pay for it.
Britt needs her own space.
You haven't promised to give her for months.
It's a basement.
All it needs is a driveway.
You need to back off of me.
Back off?
Write a damn blog about it.
Who are you talking to?
See?
Right there?
Nobody.
I knew she was.
Well...
Find out who she was texting.
Right there.
I have scanned her phone.
There is no record of her texting anyone at that time.
What about her work phone?
I have no record of a second phone.
Hey, you find another cell in here?
Nope, no other phone.
Of course they didn't.
They weren't looking for one.
Can you call it?
I don't know the number.
Have you ever called it?
Wait, you're in my phone?
It's registered to the municipal cloud and available to the court, so yes.
Well, Viking gave it to her, I think, six months ago.
I might have called it then.
Yeah, that's it.
I was held up in juvie court.
She wanted me to come home and look at furniture for the basement.
I mean, maybe it's on silent.
Detective, we got a phone out here.
Okay.
Detective Diallo, could you please ensure the Bluetooth on your phone is switched on?
Hold the two handsets together.
This is not a work phone.
This is a black market SIM unit.
You would call it a burner.
It's not registered to the municipal cloud and
could not have been provided by your wife's company.
There is only one number in the call history.
The other number called from this handset is also a black market SIM.
Not registered to the cloud.
Two burners.
Chris, I mean... Yeah, it's all right.
I mean, if it was a guy, she was calling... I know.
Any suspect's a good one right now.
Can you locate the other phone?
It's not active on any relay.
Well, can you wake it up?
You're speaking with the Mercy Capital Court.
Please state your name...
The phone is somewhere in the vicinity of the Hollywood Red Zone.
Shit.
With traffic, that'll take me 30 minutes.
Okay, Jack.
You won't make it through traffic in time.
You need to get in the air for me.
Fast.
Detective Diallo, please proceed.
Okay.
Hey.
Get my vest out of my unit.
You already suspected your wife may have been keeping things from you?
Yeah.
Maybe.
So what, right?
Not everybody lies.
Apart from you.
This
is Detective Diallo, RHD.
I'm entering your airspace over the Hollywood Red Zone, tracking the suspect.
All units be on standby to give me backup if I call for it.
I should inform you now that your probability of guilt has reduced to 96.7%.
Well, that's peachy.
Control Air 4, we have tally on Red Zone LZ.
That zone is hot and active.
Multiple 415s.
Detective Diallo, be advised to enter a red zone.
Maintain altitude.
Hostiles may try to hijack the cockpit.
I'm a minute out.
He's putting me right on the edge of a red zone.
It's gonna be impossible to find him through that mess.
Reed, where are you?
We're almost caught up to you.
Chris, you gotta give me an exact location.
Come on.
Where is he, Maddox?
I'm gonna attempt to reset the tracker.
Cell phone signal lock acquired.
Phone is inside the Hudson Hotel.
It appears he's attempting to exit the building via the rear service doors.
Detective Diallo, do you copy?
Got it.
LAPD, stay where you are!
Patrick Burke, 36.
Sous chef at the Hudson Hotel.
He's late on his rent and has been investigated twice for social security fraud.
How's my guilt looking now?
Holding at 96.7%.
Are you kidding me?
Come on, guilty people run.
As do frightened people.
I'm guessing this asshole is a little bit of both.
Hey!
Where'd he go?
What's going on, everybody?
You're in the kitchen with Chef Burke.
Looks like he's comfortable with a knife.
Jack, that's him!
Chef!
I need you to cover for me, okay?
They're chasing me!
I don't know why!
Uh, where does that door go?
Undetermined.
There are no cameras coverage in that area.
Damn it!
No, Detective Diallo, I'm really sorry.
We lost him.
Release him to tracking zone.
Wait, you still tracking the cell?
Signal is intermittent, but appears to be moving upwards.
Detective Diallo, do you copy?
Copy.
Jack, we're heading your way now.
Chris, you guys see him?
Jack, he's at your six o'clock.
Come on.
Jack.
Jack, Jack, I don't have time for this.
I need to talk to him right now.
Mr. Burke, you're speaking with the Mercy Court Chamber.
You must be truthful at all times.
I didn't do anything, all right?
You have to believe me, I didn't do anything.
If you didn't do anything, why the hell were you running?
Why the hell?
Listen to me.
I got a call from some lady talking about Mercy.
So yeah, I freak out, all right?
Then I check my news feed and I see that Nicole's dead.
I'm not sticking around for that shit to land.
That's why I ran.
What a deadbeat.
I said, what the hell is Nick doing with a deadbeat like you?
Mr. Raven.
What was she doing with Amy?
What was she doing with me?
She was getting everything that you couldn't give her.
That's why she...
Mr. Burke, remain calm and I expect no further insults directed at Mr.
Burke from you.
What did you just tell me about you and Nick?
Look man, we met at the farmer's market that she
goes to and I don't know, she's beautiful, all right?
So you know how it is.
I hit her with a few compliments.
Then I see her a couple of weeks later and then I ask her to meet me for coffee.
We met up just like that a few more times a few weeks apart.
That's all.
Why'd she have a burner?
Listen, she said that we had to be able to talk privately, okay?
So I told her that I knew a guy that could get
her a phone off the grid, none of that cloud shit.
Records show that you own a cloud-registered
phone in addition to your black market house.
Yeah, I've got two phones, so what?
What are you doing?
Accessing his cloud-registered device and correlating
his movements with Nicole's based on tracking data.
Mr. Burke, could you outline the contact with Nicole Raven, please?
We met here once a week.
She loved it when I cooked just for her.
Oh, hey.
Hey, we made it, too.
That's enough.
I get it, I get it.
Where were you going this morning?
I was here running breakfast service.
Right?
And there's a whole team here to back me up on that.
Stop moving!
Now put me in a chair!
Stop moving!
Mr. Raven, please speak clearly.
I said it's not him.
Yeah, that's what I've been trying to tell you.
Thank you, Mr. Burke.
The facts do not lie, and neither have you.
This court is very satisfied that your version of events is accurate.
You really blew it.
You know that, right?
She just needed somebody to talk to.
Somebody to listen to her about your daughter, about all that crap at work.
No.
All you had to do was focus a little bit more on your kid and your wife.
But instead, you killed her.
Okay, enough.
Enough.
I guess she was right about your anger problem.
Arrest them.
Now.
Arrest them.
He just said I was... Resisting arrest.
He just said I was... Pinching me off.
And making my officers run around like
assholes chasing you around the whole building.
Your probability of guilt has now risen to 98%.
How'd that happen?
Instead of providing the court with another suspect, you have provided it with
a strong motive of why you may have committed the crime.
Well, at least it's not 100%.
It is not statistically possible to exceed 98% in this court.
Did you really believe that you would find evidence to exonerate yourself?
Or did you just simply want to meet the man that your wife was seeing?
You think I killed Nick because I found out she was seeing someone?
What, you think this is all an act?
I think there's more that you're not revealing.
You were very quick to look for an affair.
And I suspected something.
Maybe.
I mean, I didn't know for sure, but I'm not surprised.
Not now.
I guess I just kept letting her down.
Even today.
Today?
She found my booze stash.
I keep a flask in my car.
I mean, flask sounds fancy.
It's an old soda bottle.
It's brown so you can't tell it's whiskey.
Smart, huh?
How long have you been drinking again?
About a year.
You
just have to stop.
Why are you telling me?
Don't come any closer.
I'm not giving you the phone.
I said don't come any closer.
Why were you filming me?
I'm filming you because... Why were you filming me?
I'm filming you because I need you to watch when you're sober, alright?
They were all so damn proud of me after I got sober.
Nick, Britt, Rob.
I miss you.
I miss you both.
One year.
And one day.
One year and one day.
I got you yesterday.
No, my past.
My past.
You did so well.
Thank you.
My pleasure.
I don't think I can do it four times so I might have to start drinking again.
I couldn't shake it.
It kept getting on top of me.
Mr. Raven, what are you talking about?
Ray.
Your former partner's death?
No.
What I should have done about it.
Whiskey 4-5, we're 1196 on that possible hit and run SUV.
California plates 3, David Henry, Ida 832, PCH, South of Topanga.
Well, looks like they dumped it and booked.
Vehicle confirms for wants and wants.
Take a look.
Alright.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Can't talk, Nick.
No, no, no.
Talk to your woman.
I got this.
Yeah, yeah.
No, he's good.
No, I didn't, babe.
No.
Nick, Nick.
Just...
Honey, you got a ballot back.
What do you want me to do?
You want me to walk into my chief's office tell him my wife's got a petition for him?
She wants us to reopen a slam dunk investigation?
She's got a lot of signatures.
She'll ask really nicely.
No, I'm not.
It's just...
Babe, it makes it worse that your dad's dependent.
Hey!
Sure you're good, brother.
I make one turn, we're at UCLA ER-5.
Stop!
Shut up.
Stay out of it, that piece of.
After vail has been shot.
I'm gonna.
I need a medivac now!
Ambulance is on route.
Over.
Hey, hey, hold on, Ray.
Hey, stay with me, Ray.
Ray!
I should have done it myself on that beach.
There isn't a date that goes by that I don't wish I had.
Verdict 4B.
We, the jury, find the defendant, Alex Varga, not guilty of the murder of Raven.
I thought I was doing the right thing.
Catch the bad guy, let the courts punish him.
But they didn't.
I guess getting a buzz on just kind of dulled it.
Mr. Raven, you're losing your focus.
Could you just tell me what you really remember?
I pulled up to work this morning, reached for the bottle.
It wasn't there.
I knew straight away she found it, so I drove home.
And you argued with her.
Of course I argued with her.
She went crazy at me for falling off the wagon.
I went crazy right back at her because she'd
already thrown my bottle in the recycling.
Get out!
Get out of my house!
It is not your house!
Get out of my house!
So I broke her favorite vase.
I threw it on the floor, because I knew how much it meant to her.
Some of the glass shot up, it cut her.
I tried to help, but I figured that's how I got her blood on me.
And why did you not admit this earlier?
Oh, come on.
Not a good look.
Everything I just told you is only making this worse for me.
And after that, I truly don't remember anything.
I'm in the house arguing with her.
Next thing you know, I'm watching a frickin' crime.
This is a commercial for Mercy Court.
Tom!
I guess if she got mad enough to tell me about Burke...
I'm just saying...
Have you got a point about motive?
Mr. Raven.
If I was already angry, maybe I grabbed a knife.
If you admit guilt, this court obligates me to lock a verdict.
And then you will simply just watch the clock count down.
98%.
Madness, come on.
If your memory of the events that transpired
in the house with Nicole is truly incomplete...
then an honest confession of guilt is beyond your capacity.
Your guilt percentage, however, remains more
than high enough to result in your execution.
But you still have my full capabilities at your disposal.
So if you are to die today...
do you not want to at least attempt to uncover
the truth with certainty before you do?
Even if the truth is dark.
Well, that's just it.
Maybe I don't want to know for sure.
I mean, the way I see it right now...
The only thing left that makes me think maybe I didn't kill Nick is wondering how
the hell I could commit a crime of passion when there was no passion left.
Shit.
Do you think that could be it?
I do not know what it is.
I'm just thinking out loud.
Thinking is inherently silent due to the brain's capacity...
It's an expression, Your Honor.
So I can keep going.
I can keep looking for evidence, you say?
Providing you do not inadvertently confess to
murder, yes, you may use the remaining time.
Who?
Why?
How?
Mr. Raven?
Still thinking out loud here.
Can you show me everyone Nick had regular contact with?
The protocols of this court required me to point out that
embarking on a full-blown murder investigation with just...
...40 minutes...
Good.
Wow.
...carries with an extremely low probability of success.
You know what?
You want me to sit here and wait to die?
You just stopped me from confessing.
This court is simply ensuring that you are fully aware of the fact that you...
Wow, you really had me going there.
I thought for a second this place might not be a kill box after all.
This is every individual your wife had regular contact with.
Thank you, Your Honor.
With a planned murder, you usually know the victim well.
We can lose Burke already.
The parents too.
Can you split friends and work?
25 people.
Add him to the board.
Come on, Nick.
Who was it?
I don't know.
I guess he was right.
Who?
Burke.
If I'd been there for her, maybe she'd have told me about it.
About some of the...
Your daughter.
About all that crap at work.
No.
All you had to do was focus a little bit more on... Burke.
I need Burke.
Now.
Mr. Burke is being processed at 77th Street.
Processing.
Yeah, who's your booking officer?
Me.
Who's asking?
Chris Raven, RHD.
You got a Patrick Burke there.
I need him.
Getting printed.
Hold up.
You say Raven?
Aren't you the guy... Yeah.
Yeah.
That guy.
Well, I don't think I should be putting him in there.
Officer?
Officer, this is Judge Maddox at the Mercy Court.
Please give Mr. Burke your cellular phone.
I'll give Burke now.
Thank you.
Nick, want to call my HMO after?
Health maintenance organizations are notorious for
their red tape and frustratingly slow functioning.
So you were making a joke.
Look at you, thinking out loud.
Hey, Burke.
Yeah?
I got a phone call.
Who?
Raven?
You talk to me or you talk to the judge?
You said Nick needed someone to listen.
What was on her mind?
Any problems with friends?
Nah.
You know, it was the usual.
The one with the baby thinks the world revolves around her.
The other one never splits the bill fair.
How about work?
Wow.
Bro, you really dialed out, didn't you?
All right, look, I told her it was no big deal, but she got crazy stressed over it.
She didn't like the snooping.
What are you talking about?
She didn't tell you?
You know, the snooping.
Looking into her co-workers.
Because that stuff went missing.
I can't remember what she said it was called, but
it was some chemical that they were shipping out.
Oh, this ship is chemicals.
I know, I know, but I don't remember what it was called, all right?
But I do know that her boss, he was worried that someone was swiping her stuff.
I mean, it wasn't even much.
It was like, what, a couple grand worth every few months?
After that, some customer got into it with them over
it, so that's when they asked Nicole to check it out.
And, like I said, she wasn't comfortable doing that.
That's all I know, all right?
Look, you wouldn't even have to ask me to do it.
Hey, Bert, go screw yourself.
Okay, we can lose the friends.
All right, where are they all today?
They're all at work.
Nobody's been within a mile of your neighborhood since Sunday.
Yeah, we had, uh, we had the barbecue.
Where's Jack?
Detective.
All right, we're gonna come at this fresh.
Looks like a crime of passion, right?
Textbook, which only points at me.
But what if it wasn't?
The scene, though, Chris.
I mean, the blood... We got 37 minutes, Jack.
Just play along.
Detective Diallo, please cooperate.
Okay, okay.
All right, I'm playing a hunch.
You need to get to Viking Shipping Depot.
Yep.
You're playing a hunch.
What is a hunch?
Trust in my gut.
And I'm beginning to think this court could do with a little human intuition.
This court deals only in facts.
The facts aren't where the investigation ends.
It's where it starts.
Facts are black and white.
The truth is always in the gray in between.
I guess this court overlooked that.
Or were you just programmed wrong?
Okay, I can't even remember who half these people are.
Did Britt film anything at the barbecue?
Hello.
How are you?
Oh.
That'll get you likes.
Oh, yeah.
That's what you think.
So many likes.
And... Smile, Holt.
Not right now.
Holt, uh, can't smile.
He put all his money on the wrong horse.
Okay, can you ID the others?
Are we missing anybody?
You can see for yourself.
All right, if one of these did it, maybe the barbecue gave
them a chance to scope out the house, find an entry point.
Nobody has been in the vicinity of the house since then.
Nobody's cell phone has.
Doesn't mean they haven't.
The available cameras show that 46 vehicles entered
your street between 9 and 10.30 this morning.
None of them stopped.
What about the streets behind?
Someone could have come in through the back, right?
I processed all available cameras.
Nobody entered your neighborhood this morning who is not accounted for with an alibi.
Oh, wait.
Bill Peterson housed behind ours.
He's a bird knight.
He's got a camera out back.
It's, uh...
It's online.
It's...
I think it's petersonsyard.com.
That's it.
That's my fence.
I will extract the footage from this morning from the cloud.
Negative.
We have Peterson's internet provider has experienced a...
The footage is still archiving.
This will take some time.
So, nobody's been anywhere near my house today.
Correct.
Not this morning.
Wait.
What did you say?
Correct.
Not this morning.
Okay.
So, who drove?
The barbecue was Sunday at 2 p.m.
Can you check who drove their own vehicle there?
I can identify four vehicles registered to employees of Viking.
Robert Nelson's vehicle entered your street at 2.30 p.m.
They're not.
There's what, three people riding with them.
Okay, I need to talk to Rob.
I'm not following.
Please, just get Rob on the phone.
Mr. Nelson, this is Judge Maddox in the Mercy Chamber.
I saw the number.
Hey Rob, buddy, I'm on the clock.
Who'd you give a ride to on a Sunday?
The barbecue?
Yeah.
Carla, Marie, and Leo.
Okay, did any of them not leave with you?
None of them.
You know, there wasn't really a plan.
So, I ended up taking home Bill and Deborah.
Everybody else must have found their own way.
Got Ubers.
Yeah, yeah, that makes sense.
Hey, uh, did anybody not show up to work yesterday?
Anybody missing?
No, no one that I know of.
Okay.
Alright, sorry man, I gotta go.
Okay.
Let me know if you need anything else.
Alright, this, this is, this is, this still could be it.
Please, can you clarify your meaning?
Just give me a second, okay?
Alright, uh, can you give me Britt's video again?
The one with the sleaze bag?
Mom's in her bed crying.
Dad legit scared the shit out of us yesterday.
I'm telling you, dude's dangerous.
I heard my mom talking to her friend about getting a divorce.
Really hope she meant that shit.
Shit, you hear that?
I think my dad's home.
I'm out.
Hey, wait, hey.
When was this recorded?
Last night at 9.15pm.
I know how they did it.
Mr. Raven.
Access department logs.
Uh, check hours for yesterday.
See?
Look, I wasn't home.
That wasn't me.
I gotta talk to Britt again.
Unless juveniles were witness to a crime being committed...
That's just it, she was a witness.
Maybe not, maybe not to the murder, but she saw something, okay?
I know it.
LAPD detective Chris... Hey, Britt?
Britt, you there, kiddo?
Uh, what's going on?
Did Grandpa say something?
I told you, don't listen to him.
Okay?
This is all a mistake.
You're a liar?
No.
Britt, I'm not lying.
It's all over the web.
You were arrested at a bar.
Ask yourself this.
Is this how an innocent man would behave?
You were drinking again.
Britt.
Is that why you've been such an asshole?
This whole past year?
Did you do it?
No.
Do you hear me?
I didn't kill your mom.
I swear to God.
I've heard on the internet saying you must be guilty if you're at Mercy.
There are polls and stuff.
I mean, everyone says you must have done it.
They don't know what they're talking about.
Britt!
Who are you talking to?
I'm going.
Wait, Britt.
Britt.
I'm going.
Britt, wait.
This is Judge Maddox.
We think you should be with us.
Your father is mounting his defense, Britt.
He requires your assistance.
He killed my mom.
Not necessarily.
Britt, are you listening?
Please come out.
Right now.
We need you out here.
Please.
I need a minute, Grandpa.
Britt.
Okay.
Last night, you heard a noise in the house.
How do you know that?
You were online talking to... That's my private stuff.
I know, honey.
No, why are you looking at my stuff?
I know, Kato.
I shouldn't have.
Honey.
Okay, okay.
It's not right.
I'm sorry.
But you got to tell me.
What did you hear?
Was it your mom?
Did she come downstairs or something?
She was in bed.
Okay?
It sounded like a door closing, but there was nobody.
Did you hear anything else?
No.
Another noise after.
But I checked the house, and it was nothing.
Then Jenna picked me up to go stay at her place.
That's it.
I need her Instagram.
Secret one.
This shit is haunted.
This has got to be a ghost.
I don't know.
Okay, this is last night, Britt.
I'm sorry, I didn't hear.
You recorded it, right?
You put it up on your Instagram and you posted about looking for a ghost?
Yeah, after I heard the noise.
I mean, it's a freaking ghost hunt or I'm ripped off my tits.
Cause I'm back in Skype.
Pause.
Pause it.
Britt, honey, were you in the basement last night?
No.
You sure?
And you didn't check it?
Dad, you know what?
Don't go down there.
We always keep that door closed.
Play it again.
I mean, it's a freaking ghost hunt or I'm ripped off my tits.
Cause I'm back in Skype.
Malzack Baggins, guys.
He comes home from the barbeque.
Why hasn't my guilt dropped?
There appears to be a man in your basement.
Could simply be a shadow.
Don't for crying out loud.
Mr. Raven.
I'm thinking.
No, you're not.
Excuse me?
You are following your gut, but processing evidence requires clear, linear thinking.
You must move from one piece of the puzzle to the next and you have missed a step.
Okay, do you want to enlighten me?
You're looking for a suspect of Viking shipping because Burke told you about
Nicole's investigation into missing chemicals.
You have not addressed that investigation.
You're right.
Okay, we need to get into...
This is the Viking shipping internal computer
server and the search function is available to you.
Not bad.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Search Nicole Raven.
Let's start with the emails.
Open Nicole's inbox.
We're looking for missing stock.
Wait, what is that?
UG?
It most likely refers to Urea Grande.
Urea Granules.
Synthetic urea appears frequently on Viking's records.
Okay, we're still looking.
Who's the three of us?
There's an email from the sixth.
UG.
Holt Neal.
How much was missing?
For the past six months, every delivery to Bio Beauty has had a discrepancy.
Each shipment has had an additional 50 kilo container
of Urea Granules listed on the delivery document.
So they're getting overcharged?
No.
The physical order is correct and they're being charged appropriately.
It's only the delivery docket that lists an additional 50 kilo container.
Someone's gaming his stock records to cover up
the fact that Urea Granules are going missing.
Six months and maybe six missing containers worth 300 kilos.
What's that worth to someone?
Synthetic urea is a component of several dermatological products.
It can also be used in agricultural fertilizers
and in the production of methamphetamine.
Drug use is endemic in red zones across the city.
There is an extremely lucrative black market for industrial grade urea.
These are the people who are committing crimes
and we want to separate them from the people.
So if someone took it and sold it to the mid
bank, sure as hell wouldn't want to get caught.
So maybe Holt found something and didn't get a chance to tell Nick.
Open Holt's inbox.
Search Nicole Raven.
Okay.
This was Friday, 2.30pm.
3.00pm.
Make things right.
Just give me a few days.
It will not be a problem.
Cool?
No, it's not cool.
It's not that complicated.
It is complicated.
My job is un-
Holt's always had a gambling problem.
I need Holt's financials.
Can you give me the last six months?
Bank, credit card, anything you can?
Holy shit, he's in big trouble.
Robson bailing him out?
I mean, this is it.
This is it, right?
I mean, we got him.
You're not serious.
Money is the motive, but it's only in theory.
You have no concrete evidence as to how Holt Charles might have committed the crime.
Let me talk to Rob.
Holy crap, Chris.
They told us you were at that Mercy place.
You okay?
This is Judge Maddox.
You're indeed speaking to the Mercy court where
Detective Raven is standing trial for his wife's murder.
Yes, ma'am.
That's what I heard.
I believe Detective Raven wishes to speak with Robert Nelson.
Yeah.
I'll just go find him.
I was just walking by.
I saw the call open on the computer.
I guess you left the app open.
And, Chris?
Good luck, pal.
Give me a second.
Son of a bitch.
Hey, Fred.
Can you drive me around the yard?
If he is involved, he may flee and time is very short.
Alright.
We're gonna have to make him talk.
Jack's gonna have to make him talk.
Where is she?
Detective Raven.
He is four minutes away.
Maddox, can you track where he was this morning?
I am having trouble verifying a clear alibi
from his whereabouts at the time of the murder.
I'm tracking his phone in case he does attempt to flee.
Okay, good.
Hey, do you have a status on Peterson's bird cam footage?
I mean, if he was at the house, the camera might have caught him.
Loading.
Almost there.
Yo, any idea where Rob is at?
I have this morning's footage from Bill Peterson's bird camera.
I'm afraid there is nothing.
What?
Nothing?
Alright, just show me slower.
Slower.
Wait, what?
What's this when the time is right?
The camera was motion activated at 10.08 a .m.
Damn it.
Is that, that's all?
The camera was not triggered again until 11.43 a.m.
Alright, well, he still had to get out.
Did Bill go anywhere today?
Phone tracking shows that Bill Peterson left his home at 11.23 this morning.
The internet outage in Bill Peterson's grid affected traffic cameras in that area, too.
We will have to wait for them to update.
Hey, Chris, you there, man?
I said I needed Rob.
Yeah, I wasn't able to find him.
Quit stalling.
Oh, I'm not stalling, man.
Chill.
Bullshit.
I was going to ask Rob to keep you there, but the
cavalry is about to break your goddamn door down.
What?
I know about the missing chemicals.
I know about the hole you're in with the bank.
You stole product and you murdered Nick so she couldn't talk.
Oh, I didn't hurt anyone, man.
This is nuts.
I was just trying to help him.
I owed him one.
Owed?
Who?
What?
Holt, what are you talking about?
Holt!
Rob, okay?
I owed Rob.
What?
Me and Nick found out he was making product disappear.
And, I mean, shit, we all know what the stuff that comes through here is worth.
But he's been good to me, man.
To all of us.
Hell, he's your sponsor, for Christ's sake.
Where is he?
I don't know, dude.
I can't find him.
Holt, where is he?
Carly said he took off in one of the trucks, okay?
He just got back from a sick day.
She figured he wasn't feeling good and he left.
Wait, Rob was off yesterday?
Yeah.
He didn't come in until he was done at the port this morning.
Last time I saw him was at your place on Sunday and he
said he wanted to talk to Nick the way he talked to me.
Let her know it was all going to be cool, you
know, but wanted to do it after everyone else left.
He even got me to drive his car home for him so
the folks he gave a ride to weren't left waiting.
He stayed on and you drove his car?
Yeah, like I said.
Son of a bitch.
I tried talking to him but he wasn't here.
Viking trucks are all tracked?
Okay, uh, there.
That one.
The one in Los Feliz.
That is Robert Nelson's home address.
The truck is not moving.
Jack, are you hearing me?
I'm touching down on Viking.
No, scratch that.
You need to get to 698 Tracy Street.
We're going after Rob Nelson.
You're Rob?
Alright, I'm on the way.
SWAT Unit 4, head over to 698 Tracy Street.
Roger that.
Local units and the nearest patrolling SWAT team have been alerted.
I helped Rob get a gun license last year.
He's got weapons at the house.
The footage of Bill Peterson's car journey has buffered.
Still?
In the absence of new verifiable facts, your guilt is holding above the threshold.
Do you honestly think that I killed Nick?
The facts are all that I'm permitted to consider.
Come on, what's your gut saying?
I do not function that way.
What about what you said to Britt?
You told her that maybe I didn't kill Nick, you remember?
Well, I was merely acknowledging that... Bullshit.
I'm just asking, what do you think?
I cannot... I'm not... I'm not... I'm not supposed to...
This is the Mercy Capital Court.
I'm Judge Maddox and I'm going to preside over your...
Alright.
I am.
I'm functioning within normal parameters, thank you.
Okay.
Let's just put a pin in that one.
This is Ted Dave, Lieutenant Vogel.
We're en route to your lead.
Hey Dan, I'm glad it's you.
Britt, we're about a minute out.
What do you got us getting into?
I've identified a suspect in my wife's murder.
Robert Nelson.
He owns an AR-15 and a semi-compact 9mm.
Roger that.
Alright guys, we're en route to the location.
Suspect offered an AR-15.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Occupant is 698.
This is Lieutenant Vogel with a Los Angeles police report.
Exit the residence or we will make entry.
Alright Chris, we're going in.
Diallo, cutting down.
Never leave for the action.
On gas.
We've got a search warrant.
Open the door!
We've
got a search warrant.
Living room clear.
He's not there.
Where's the damn truck?
The vehicle's GPS is at the house.
Yeah, cause he took it off.
Can you scan traffic cameras?
I already am.
The license plates of the trucks are not being detected by any cameras in the city.
He probably ditched them.
Jack, I need you to put an APB on a Viking shipping truck.
Can we track it?
No, we gotta go old school.
Oh, you gotta look out for a Viking shipping truck.
It could be anywhere in the city.
Chris, there's nobody in the house.
It's empty.
Just a bunch of hoarded crap and memory lane stuff.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Bring that back.
Stop.
Stop right there.
What's that picture on the right?
Robert Nelson was raised in a children's home.
His records were lost in a data hack.
But...
This image most likely dates from that time.
Can you pull that out?
Look at his arm.
There's someone else in that picture with him.
Can you cross her up as if to find a match?
Searching for a match.
This may take a few minutes.
Can you pull any cameras from earlier today?
Vogel, get outside.
Check the garage.
Roger that, Chris.
Jack, did you get that?
We're out fast.
Niche.
Move, move, move!
Go, go, go!
All orders clear?
10 David, clear.
Looks like he's been planning something for a while.
He's burned all the evidence.
He's cutting and running with the chemicals, right?
There's got to be a good reason.
One last payday selling them.
There are four known red zone drug lab operations in the city.
No, he'll never get that rigged in the red zone.
He'll get mobbed.
What if he cooked the drugs already and he's hauling finished product?
If he has manufactured a product, the estimated street value would be in excess of.
..
16 million dollars.
Could he have?
He made drugs?
Bob Nelson achieved a master's degree in electrical engineering.
There are potentially transferable skills from that to chemistry.
We've got to figure he's heading to a supply meeting.
Take the cash, disappear.
Hey, Jack, can you go back?
Go back.
See that?
He wasn't at Viking last time we called him.
He was already here.
What, to your house at the barbecue?
Uh, Carla Maria.
Chris, we might have something here.
Some kind of chemical in here.
Those contain urea granules.
So he was cooking products.
Holy shit.
Chris, what the hell?
See that?
He took the plates off the truck.
It was all here, hidden away.
He's completely offline.
No digital trail.
No wonder you missed him, Maddox.
Some sort of handbook?
Checking it out.
Hey, what are we looking at?
This is a terrorist's handbook.
What?
Urea can be combined with nitric acid to produce urea nitrate, which is an
extremely high explosive.
Viking ships nitric, too.
It was all there for him.
He's made a bomb.
Dan, he's got a bomb in that truck.
We need to know what his target is.
All right, guys.
Drop it.
Toss everything.
Look for a target.
Shit just got real, Jack.
Chris, I have it.
Dan, she's going after us up.
Watch that.
How much explosives is he carrying?
Based on the ride height, the load on the suspension
appears to weigh an excess of 3,000 pounds.
All right.
Where's he going in that thing?
He's heading south on the 101 towards downtown.
What is it?
He's a speed up.
His speed is increasing.
60, 70 miles per hour.
He will reach downtown in three minutes.
Chris, I have a match.
Can you find out who that is?
Yes.
Okay.
Wait.
David Webb?
David
Webb was taken into care of child services along with his older brother, Robert Webb.
But they were parted when Robert was adopted alone.
They changed Rob's name when he was adopted by the Nelsons.
Meeting me at AA.
Sponsoring me.
It all came after the Webb trial.
This was never about Nick.
It was about me and you.
His target is the Mercy Corps.
Jack, his target is Mercy.
He's doing it for revenge.
Rob is David Webb's brother.
What?
I process Webb myself, Chris.
I'm detecting a second heat signature in the cabin of the truck.
Sending in a drone for visual confirmation.
Did he just talk to someone?
If he speaks again, I'll attempt to decipher it.
Who the hell is that?
I'm back tracing the truck's routes before we acquire it.
Wait.
Can I talk to Britt quick?
Please, Max.
Hello?
Jeff, put Britt on.
You had your chance to talk to her, Chris.
I didn't do it, Jeff.
I'm not gonna listen to you.
And I've got the guy who did.
Did you hear me?
I didn't do it.
Wait, you mean... I put Britt on.
She went out front.
To get some air, I think.
All right, Dez.
I'll be back in a sec.
Maddox, pull up Jeff's doorbell camera.
No.
No way.
No, he wouldn't.
No.
No, no way.
No.
Jack, it's Britt.
Get in the air.
You gotta get on that truck.
Jack!
We got a timer!
Jack, get out.
Get out of here.
Get out of there.
Get the hell out of there!
Get out of there!
Now!
Get out!
Jack?
Jack!
Could that have been it?
Could that have been the bomb?
Maddox?
There was only a small volume of explosive materials that he likely had available.
If he detonates...
Fatalities could number in the thousands.
Oh my gosh!
Jack, you okay?
Yeah, yeah.
I'm okay, Chris.
The SWAT team.
Vogel.
We can't let him get away with this.
I know.
He's gonna pay.
I'm sorry, but you gotta move.
Get after that truck.
We gotta stop him.
I will stop the trial immediately and the chair will release you.
No, no.
You stop the trial, we cut off.
Right?
We lose cloud access?
Yes, correct.
No.
No, wait.
We gotta stop Rob first.
I'm staying in the chair.
The SWAT team are all dead.
The SWAT team are dead.
And Nick is dead.
And Rob gets away with whatever he's planned and they will all have died for nothing.
The rules of this court... To hell with the rules!
No, I cannot!
Break them!
Bend them!
No!
If you stay in that chair, you're going to be executed!
Everything you deduced...
The facts...
Made it appear impossible.
Impossible?
You're... gut instincts were...
Not...
Right?
Yeah.
I was right.
What if I... failed them?
If you failed any of them, then I guess we're in the same boat.
Turns out I failed the people I loved the most.
I've been a deadbeat husband, a lousy father...
So it looks like we both need to accept the fact that we failed people.
But we've got this one chance to make up for it.
We can make up for it by stopping Rob from hurting anybody else.
And we need to stop them, the same way we found them...
Together.
Okay.
LAPD units are in position.
Jack, we gotta get him out of downtown.
It's too populated.
Yeah, well, I'm all open to ideas here, Chris.
We've got units in place at the off-ramp, ready to intercept.
Oh, shit!
What can I do to help?
Can you bring up the map so we can track his route?
Now!
If his target is the Mercy Court, we will not have much
time to stop him before he reaches the Mercy Building.
Okay, I need Tactical.
Get Havlock on the line.
Hold back.
God damn it.
Okay, I'll do it.
Backups just arrived on the scene.
Captain Havlock with Tactical has been notified.
We will establish a communication line with him shortly.
We're gonna go live through our news chopper right now, give us some more
information and a better perspective of this chase...
...and see what's going on through downtown Los Angeles.
Police say it is very dangerous.
It is being chased by several LAPD squad cars.
...and
taking pictures of this chase.
Devastating situation right now on Grand Avenue.
Chris, you're live with Havlock.
Go ahead, Havlock.
This is Captain Havlock with Tactical.
If you push him east on 6th Street, I can have a blockade set up in five.
It's far enough out of downtown that we can try to stop him and retrieve the hostage.
We'll have units surrounding him at the end of the bridge.
SWAT will come in with a helicopter to get your daughter out.
Chris?
Do it.
Diallo to all units.
I need you Code 100 on the intersection of South Grand and 6th Street.
Cut his action.
Force him east on 6th.
Alright, we got him.
He's going for it.
Havlock, I hope you're ready because we're sending him your way.
I'll sit here, Diallo.
As long as he stays on 6th, you'll lead him straight to us.
Roger that.
All units, keep him on 6th.
Do not let him turn off.
Prepare to initiate Plan A on my command.
Control, suspect is now heading towards the viaduct bridge.
Over.
Chris?
The SWAT team is arriving.
Very dangerous situation here.
We're looking at a... Parallel unit is in pursuit.
Havlock, are you ready?
Affirmative.
Tactical is clear to begin rescue operations as soon as he reaches the viaduct.
We'll have 60 seconds before he clears the bridge.
Okay, he's being directed towards the bridge.
Take a look at this.
Wow.
Okay, SWAT officers are now on the scene.
They are dropping... Easy does it, boys.
No, Jack.
Tell them they're too close.
Pull back.
Not too close now.
Target is boxed in.
Area unit is touching... Pull back.
Pull back.
Forward.
Go.
All units, this is Detective Jack Gallo.
As ranking officer, I'm taking over incident command.
If he clears the bridge, he'll turn back to Mercy.
Havlock, send in the ordinance.
Take him out.
Wait, wait, wait.
No, no, no.
What?
If he gets that bomb back into a populated area, he will destroy...
Britt is in the truck and he's using her as a shield.
Chris, any other day you'd make the same call.
I'm sorry.
Jack, you gotta call Havlock off.
Jack?
No, no, no, no.
Get me all in on Havlock.
You have a channel to him now.
Havlock, it's Raven.
He's got my daughter in there.
I'm sorry, Detective.
I have my orders.
It's the wrong move.
It's the wrong move and you know it.
Havlock, send it now.
No, no, no.
Havlock, listen to me.
We've got the smartest judge in the world here.
Let her make the call.
If he approaches at sufficient speed, everyone
in this building and in the truck will be killed.
Please, Maddox.
Maddox.
No.
Not Britt.
Chris, I should not interfere with this.
Havlock, don't do it.
Shit.
Missed fire.
No detonation.
Move out.
No detonation.
Chris, do you hear me?
Come on.
I'm turning back towards Mark.
He is three minutes away.
I'm going to issue an order to evacuate.
Please evacuate immediately.
Jack, I need you.
For what?
We're going to try talking to him.
Maddox, you with me?
Detective Diallo, please put your air unit in front of the truck.
I require the driver's face on your camera.
Get as close as possible.
Copy.
We're
now live on the base radio channel he was listening to before.
Rob.
Rob, you hear me?
Hey, holy shit.
It's Chris.
You're not going to talk me down, Chris.
Dad, help!
Help!
Rob, you could stop this.
You could let Britt go.
When you walked into that AA meeting, I knew exactly who you were.
You had been haunting my dreams, Chris.
My brother had problems, but I could have helped him.
I could have gotten him straight.
You started all of this, baby.
If it's about me and the judge, why did you... I needed you in that chair.
You had to suffer in that chair knowing that you were innocent.
Same way that my brother did.
Your brother was a murderer.
No, he wasn't!
If he wasn't, how do you think that this helps him?
You're killing people in his name.
Innocent people.
You think that's going to set things right?
No, no, no.
I tried.
I called.
She told me that if I... Shut your mouth!
Jack!
Jose, what are you doing?
What do you think?
I had a shot and I took it.
Britt is in the truck.
I said stop!
Rob!
Oh, Jesus!
Oh, God!
Power interrupted.
Backup battery activated.
Maddox, what the hell is happening?
Systems operating at 40% efficiency.
Get me out of here!
Maddox!
Systems operating at 40% efficiency.
Britt.
Efficiency.
Maddox!
In the trial.
I have to get out there.
Move!
This is the Mercy Capital Court.
I'm Judge Maddox and I'm going to preside over... Maddox!
Maddox, end the trial!
Yes, I am.
I'm programmed to remain online until I stop the trial recording.
And I still have internal network access.
Christopher Raven to the lobby.
Christopher Raven, we are wanted in the lobby.
Maddox!
End the trial!
Now!
Maddox!
I will assist you however I can.
Rob Nelson, this is the L.A.
Come on, talk to me, Rob.
No need for anybody to get hurt here.
Chris?
You got me, Maddox.
Yep, I have you.
You know you have Britt Raven in there.
You got a visitor.
You're on out, Rob.
Can't do this, Rob!
About two years I've been planning this.
Okay, wait!
Two years!
Two years since you put an innocent man to death in that chair!
He wants us to think that his brother was not a murderer.
So, I'll give him an opportunity to try to prove it
and buy me some time to figure a way out of this.
If I commence an official court hearing to take his testimony on the record... Chris!
I can bypass the firewall and restore cloud access.
Good.
Do it.
Chris!
Get out here!
Now!
Okay!
It's okay!
It's okay, kid.
I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
Let her go, Rob.
Do anything you want to me, just let her go.
You said that Nick was necessary.
Britt is not!
You know it!
Shut up!
It ends here.
You, the judge, this place, and everything it stands for.
Dad, he's got a bomb!
No, he doesn't.
If that bomb was working, he'd have blown it.
He's just an angry man with a gun.
What makes you think that it's not working?
Dead man switch.
Did you think I was really going to blow this thing before I made sure?
That you were still in the building?
So here's my verdict.
You're guilty of executing an innocent man.
It's over.
No.
No!
Mr. Nelson.
I'm Judge Maddox.
You claim your brother was innocent?
Before you destroy me in this court, I suggest that you put your case on the record.
This is a chance for you to clear your brother's name.
If you believe you can.
Of course I can!
That's the point!
Then I hereby declare this addendum evidence hearing in the trial.
The trial of David Webb, open.
Okay.
In that case, please, proceed.
About two years ago, I found him.
June 15th, 3rd and Hobart, about 4 in the afternoon.
He was awful shame, high out of his mind, I was all shook up.
I gave him some cash and then I gave him a phone so
that I could call him when I came up with a plan.
Next thing I know, you're saying he killed this lady.
But here's the thing, I called him the night of the murder.
Same time you said he was killing that lady, I was talking to him!
His detonator appears to lack any arming mechanism.
There's an 82% chance that pulling the battery
pack will render it inert without detonation.
You are not listening to me!
I am listening very closely, Mr. Nelson.
The body of Valerie Bennett was found in an underpass at 6 a.m.
She had been stabbed to death at approximately 10 p.m.
the night before.
Your brother was found with her body.
With his prints on the knife.
And he did not have a phone.
No, I just told you!
I was on the phone with him at 10 p.m.
We talked for over an hour!
You do not care about the truth!
You are just a... a heartless killing machine!
This place is just a slaughterhouse!
I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson, your evidence has failed to reduce the
probability of guilt that led to your brother's execution.
Quit!
Get down!
Get down, I said!
Go down, I said!
Car on the briefly, just in time.
Dad, don't!
Please!
I've
been on the phone with him the whole time, Chris.
I called your precinct!
No, Jack!
No, no!
No!
Let me finish this!
No, Jack!
Hey!
We're okay.
I called the station.
I spoke to some lady, and she told me that she would give me a call back as soon as...
Mags verified.
It was July 15th.
Hello?
Hey, buddy.
It's me.
It's Rob.
Do you think I could maybe crash at your place
for a while, just until I get back on my feet?
Of course.
I'm always here for you.
I told a woman at the precinct to check my call history.
Whoever booked him knows what happened!
Wait.
Do you know if someone called about an alibi?
Did you know?
I was trying to get through to someone the whole time.
No one would listen.
You processed Webb.
Did he have a cell phone?
Jack.
Stop.
You need to hear me, Chris.
You took him in, Jack.
I have tracked the cell phone.
It was at the scene when David Webb was arrested, then at the station.
Maddox, bypass the LAPD firewall with my login.
Don't do this.
Check the evidence room.
And show me Jack's body cam.
The phone tracking records show the phone in the evidence room at this time.
But it wasn't processed.
Why is it missing, Jack?
Did you drive straight home that night, Jack?
Or should we check?
Maddox.
You buried the phone.
We needed the first trial to be a home run.
We need mercy, Chris.
We need these scumbags scared.
Look at what it's done for us.
You'll destroy it all if this gets out.
We need justice, Jack.
Not this.
Detain Detective Diallo and Robert Nelson.
Let's go.
Let's move on out, guys.
Get up.
On your feet.
Dad.
Hey.
You're okay.
Are you hurt?
Are you sure?
You're okay.
I'm sorry, Dad.
I'm sorry.
I never thought you could hurt Mom.
Oh, I got you.
I got you.
What have we done?
We just did what we're programmed to do.
Human or AI.
We all make mistakes.
And we lie.
Yes, we do.
There it is.