All language subtitles for Accused S01E01

(eerie music)

(muffled shouting)

(hubbub)

- What would you tell your son
if he was still alive?

- What would you tell
your son if he was still alive?

(indistinct chatter)

(camera shutter clicking)

- Murderer!
(gunshots)

(screaming)

- It's just a paintball.

It's just a paintball.

(breathing heavily)

Tell the judge my client needs
15 minutes to clean up.

- Murderer!

(sobbing)

- Now, I was concerned
that the tumour

crossed over to the left side
of your brain.

The good news
is it's an edema:

a swelling of the tissue.
It's not cancer cells.

So we should be able to remove
the tumour with clear margins.

- All of it?

- All of it.
- Thank God.

- You're gonna do great,
Myranda.

You have an amazing daughter.

(phone vibrating)

That's my wife.
Excuse me.

- Thank you, doctor.

- Hey, Lynn,
I'm with a patient, so--

- I'm on my way to see
the principal at Devin's school.

Could you meet me there
as soon as possible?

- Okay. I'll be there
in about 15 minutes.

(soft music)

Where's your mother?

(door closing)

- Thank God you're here.

- Are you okay?
- No, I'm not okay.

I'm the opposite of okay.

It's Sabrina Kavanaugh, the girl
who's been bullying Devin.

- Mrs. Harmon, this isn't
about assigning blame.

- Well, maybe it should be.

I called you about this
two weeks ago.

Have you even asked Devin
about how she and her friends
have been provoking him?

Did you see what they did
to his locker?

- Whatever may have
triggered Devin,

he threatened
another student's life.

This was posted on
three social media platforms.

Sabrina's family hired
a private security firm

that traced it
to Devin's IP address.

- This is...
This is a lot to take in.

I'm not quite sure
how to react to this.

- It would help our assessment
if you can tell us

about any disturbing
behaviour you may--

- Assessment?

I'm sorry,
what kind of assessment?

- This isn't the first time
Devin's behaviour has
raised a flag.

- So you're... expelling him.

Right? I mean, that's
where this is going, isn't it?

- Mrs. Harmon--
- We'll save you the trouble.

- Lynn.
- No. We're gonna pull Devin

out of school.
- Lynn...

We can at least hear them out.

- Are you coming?

That is such great news,
Meghan.

- I'm glad.
- Yeah. No, that school just

wasn't the right fit for him.
- Right.

- And I can't tell you
how much we all appreciate this.

- Well, we're looking forward
to it.

- Okay, great.
We'll see you Wednesday.

- Alright then.
- Thank you.

Well, Bellevista Academy
can take Devin

as a mid-semester transfer.

Hey, Devin, how does that sound?

Dev, did you hear me?

- Yeah. We're in the same car.

It's sort of impossible not to.

- You have an interview
on Wednesday,

but it's just a formality.

- Am I the only one who thinks

we need to talk
about what happened?

What you were thinking
when you threatened that girl?

- What was I thinking?
- Yes!

- I guess I was thinking
she's a stuck-up bitch

who deserves whatever
happens to her.

(banging)
(gasps)

(barking)

- Oh! Oh! I am so sorry,
so sorry.

Okay! Okay! Come on, let's go.
(barking continues)

Bandit, Bandit!

The gate was opened. Oh...
I'm so sorry. So sorry.

- Devin!

Devin!
(car door closing)

- Just give him some space.
Okay?

(car door opening and closing)

Devin, roll the ball
back to Mommy.

Roll the ball to me

and I promise I'll roll it
right back to you.

Roll the ball.
- How come Devin never listens?

- Well, he just, you know, likes
to take his time. That's all.

- Or maybe he's broken.

- Alex, don't say that.

Don't you ever say that again.

Come on, just roll it to Mommy.

Scott, are you filming?
Shut the thing off! Okay?

Is this your pirate ship?

- You can't come in.

- Oh! Is this where
you hide your booty?

- It's where I keep
my prisoners.

- Can I see?

Just one peek. Hey, ow!

Devin, that hurts.

- It's my prisoner.
- Hey!

Let me see. Oh!

Oh, honey, you can't keep
animals like this.

- It can't leave,
it's my prisoner.

- But...

Devin...
(children screaming)

Stop!
(screaming)

Stop! Devin...
(indistinct chatter)

- It can't leave.
It's my prisoner.

- Maybe he's broken.

- Oh. I'm just reading up
on Bellevista.

Student faculty ratio, course
selection... It's incredible.

We should have moved Devin
a year ago.

- Switching schools
isn't gonna fix this, Lynn.

He's getting worse, not better.

- Maybe we could send him back
to Dr. Liu.

You know, he's older now,
he might be more responsive.

- No.

He's already burned
through three psychiatrists

in two years. He's made it
very clear he's not going back.

But it's more than that.

What happened today has been
happening since he was born.

You know how Alex would
always be so upset

if someone was hurt or sad?

Devin's never had
that kind of empathy.

But it's more than that.

- Maybe the problem
is you keep comparing them.

- No.
- No, no. Devin senses that.

You know, the way
you're always measuring him up

against his older brother.
It's not fair.

- I think he's dangerous, Lynn.

- You need to get some sleep.

You've got surgery
in the morning.

- Lynn.

Lynn, I'm worried.
I'm really worried.

- What, you think I'm not?
I'm his mother.

- He spends every day and
every night in that room of his

doing God knows what.
He's got no friends.

I never know what's on his mind.

I don't know what
he's thinking or feeling.

- Maybe you should talk to him.

Okay? Maybe if you spent
a little more time with him

and less with your patients...

- Oh, please, don't make this
about me.

- But every time you decide
to pay attention to him,

you start to catastrophize.
- Every time you make excuses

and point fingers
at everyone else.

- Because I'm the one he comes
to when he's crying

when he's terrified
of these cruel kids!

(muffled arguing)

(sighing)

(panting)
- Judge is ready.

- You okay?

(breathing heavily)

- All rise.
Court is now in session.

- Please.

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

This preliminary hearing
is being convened

at the request of the District
Attorney's Office.

From the evidence
presented here today,

I will determine whether or not
to compel the defendant,

Dr. Scott Harmon, to stand trial
in criminal court.

Are both sides ready?

- Ready for the People,
Your Honour.

- Ready for the defense,
Your Honour.

- Prosecution may call
its first witness.

- Just ignore them. Don't give
them the satisfaction.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(clears throat)

- Oh, hey.

You're up early.

- Technically,
I haven't gone to bed.

Sounded like you and Mom
had a rough night.

- Well, we were just working
through some stuff.

- How'd that go for you?

(coffee machine whirring)

- Your brother's coming home
on Friday.

Maybe the two of you
can get together,

talk about what's been
going on.

- So we can...
work things through?

Like you and Mom.

(barking)

- Bandit!

Come!
- Geez.

Someone should put
that dog down.

(barking continues)
(woman): Bandit, let's go.

- I need a better view, Nadine.
Thank you.

- We're lucky we caught
this thing when we did.

If we had waited for symptoms,
it would've crossed the midline.

- We're getting bleeding
in the field.

Isolate the source.

I think Nadine tore a branch
of the ACA.

- I'll take a look.

- I'm sorry, you asked me
to widen the field--

- Step out of the way
and let Dr. Becker step in

so I can see what I'm doing,
please.

- We're good.

It's all good, it's good.

It's not the ACA,
it's the tumour.

Ah, we're all good, Nadine.

(sighing)

You wanna tell me
what that was all about?

It's the first time in 27 years

I've seen you snap at someone
in the OR.

- I'll speak to her.

- You sure there's nothing else?

Because that didn't
come out of the blue.

- I had a rough night.

- Devin?

What happened this time?

- Honestly,
I'm a little talked out.

I'll speak to Nadine.

- Scott...
- I'm okay.

- Tell me, Dr. Becker...

Do you consider Dr. Harmon
a close friend?

- Yes, he's one of my closest.

- Describe your professional
relationship.

- Dr. Harmon is one of the most
gifted neurosurgeons

I've had the privilege
to work with.

- Did Dr. Harmon

ever mention the prospect
of Devin's death?

- What Dr. Harmon and I shared
was private and speculative.

- It's a simple question.

Did Dr. Harmon ever discuss
the prospect of his son's death?

Let me remind you,
you're under oath.

(music playing)

(phone ringing)

- Hey! Great timing, Al.

- Hey, Dad! I just heard back
from the Fulbright people.

- And?

- I got it.
- The scholarship?

- Don't sound so surprised.
- I'm not, I'm just...

I'm just so proud of you, Alex.

Except I hate the idea of you
living for a year

in a country I can't point out
on a map.

(clanking)
- I'll give you a clue.

It's in Africa, between
Burkina Faso and Mauritania.

Dad?

Dad?

- Oh, say that again?

- How about I just show you
this weekend when I'm home.
Alright?

I'll get in at 3:15, but
you don't have to pick me up.

- Of course I'm gonna
pick you up.

I've gotta run,
a patient wants to speak to me.

I'll see you on Friday.
- Okay. Bye, Dad.

(gunfire)

- So how close
are we on the money?

- I got 3000.

- We're short seven.
(sighing)

- I can do the math, moron,
I'll get the money.

(knocking)

(sighing)
- I gotta go.

- I knocked.
Who were you talking to?

- A friend.

- Your friend have a name?
- Jax.

- Where's Jax from?
- The internet.

- Oh. I heard you two
talking about money.

- Yeah. It's an investment.

- Crypto or...

- Since when do you care
who my friends are

or what I do with them?

- I'm your father,
of course I care.

(scoffs)

Look, if you don't want
to talk to me, that's fine,

but we have to find you
someone you can speak to.

- About what?

- Well, this, for starters.

Was this you?

(laughing)

It's a simple question, Dev.

- What are you
asking me exactly?

If I fed that dog
a wad of ground beef

laced with rat poison
before I bashed its skull in
with a hammer?

- Did you?

- If I did, you should be
thanking me for the peace
and quiet.

No more yap, yap, yap.

- We're not done here. Hey!

(sighing)

(door opening)
- Devin just ran out
of the house.

He said you accused him
of killing the neighbour's dog.

My God, Scott, he's not the one
who needs help here. You are!

- Read this.

- This is uh...

the girl from Devin's school,
Sabrina Kavanaugh.

- Yeah.

(Devin): No one listens
to anyone.

They just want to hear their own
stupid copycat voices

copying each other
on an endless loop, 24-7.

I'm special because I know
who I am

and I know what I want.

Not like all the Stacys
and the Chads

who walk around like insects,

clueless that my boot
is right over their heads

ready to come down whenever
I choose.

I remember everyone
who's ever tried to hurt me.

Especially you, Sabrina.

You think I didn't see you
laughing at me?

Well, let's see if
you're laughing when I wipe you

and your bitches' coven
off the face of planet Earth.

Because Zero Hour
is almost here.

And I will take the respect
I deserve.

(honking)

(tires screeching)

(stuttering)

- I can't stop shaking
right now.

- It's okay.

It's okay. I'm here.

It's okay.
- Oh God.

Scott, I'm so sorry.
- No, no, no.

- I'm so sorry.
- Shh.

(crying)

(chuckling)
Well, that's a new one.

Drinking while dialyzing.
(laughing)

Or is it dialyzing
while drinking?

Either way, I doubt
your nephrologist would approve.

- I've got stage four renal
failure, so I ask myself:

What the hell do I have
to lose?

(chuckling)

If I'd known you were coming,

I'd have brought another glass.

- I just wanted to let you know
that Nadine accepted my apology,

so we're all good.

- Oh. I have a funny feeling

you didn't come here
just to talk about Nadine.

- I don't want to burden you.

- I assume we're talking
about Devin.

(sighing)

(sighing)

- He's getting ready, Mitch.
To do something bad.

- What do you mean,
"something bad"?

- I found a journal that
he keeps hidden in his room.

Before I put it back,
I took these.

I don't know what to do.

I can't tell him
that I searched his room,

it'll destroy what little trust
we have between us.

And he refuses to see
a therapist.

- Where's Lynn in all this?

- We're on the same page.
Finally.

Not that either of us
have a clue how to handle this.

- What about the police?

This is enough to get
an involuntary hold.

- 72 hours max.

And that's only if Devin submits
to a psychological evaluation,

which he will not do.

- Look, there's gotta be
something they can do.

- Like what?

They can't arrest him
for a crime he hasn't committed.

The idea of Devin hurting
himself is horrifying enough.

But what if he hurts
someone else?

What if he does
what I'm afraid of?

What...

My gut tells me that
he will do.

Sometimes...

And this is gonna sound awful...

Sometimes...

I imagine that I get this
phone call

that Devin's been killed
in a car accident.

And I keep waiting for
this primal grief to hit me.

But instead,

I just have this
overwhelming relief.

- Dr. Becker,
as neurosurgeons,

you're used to making
hard decisions.

Choosing the lesser
of two bad choices.

- This is true.

- Can you give me an example?

- To remove a tumour, we have
to take into consideration

the patient's life being
compromised

by paralysis or some other
cognitive deficit.

- Over the years
you've known each other,

has Dr. Harmon shared
Devin's problems with you?

- He's my friend.

- Did Dr. Harmon share his fear
that Devin was planning

to commit mass murder?

- No. Not explicitly.
- But essentially.

- Yes.

- Did he also share
what happened when

he took his concerns
to the police?

- He was frustrated that they
wouldn't do anything about it.

- So Dr. Harmon was...

convinced that he needed
to do something himself.

Before Devin
could execute his plan.

Earlier, you described
the "cold calculus"

of your profession,
of having to make the lesser
of two bad choices,

so let me ask you...

Did Dr. Harmon ever
share the cold calculus

of killing his own son before
his son could kill anyone else?

(suspenseful music)

Specifically,

did Dr. Harmon share his plan
to take his son

to Deep Gorge to murder him?

(dramatic music)

(door opening)

(door closing)

- Hey, Dev.

Been waiting for you.

Where have you been?

- Looking for stray dogs.

- I'm sorry, Devin.

That was an awful thing
for me to say and I'm sorry.

- Whatever.
- Listen...

I've been waiting here
to talk to you for an hour

before your mother comes home,
just us.

- What, do you wanna talk
heart to heart?

Man to man?
Father to son?

- Just give me a minute
of your attention. That's all.

Just one minute.

Look...

Whatever trouble you've had over
the years...

I haven't helped.

We can't start over,
I get that.

But maybe we can try to deal
with each other differently.

I was hoping that maybe
we could start

by spending more time
alone together.

You know, not with a therapist
in a therapist's office, or...

Somewhere away from here.

Do you remember the State Park

that I once took you and Alex
camping in?

We went hiking up to Deep Gorge.

Do you remember that?

- No.

- Well, it's a beautiful place.

I think you'd really like it.

- That's pretty challenging,

especially considering
the weather this time of year.

- We have all this winter gear
that we've barely used.

- I still can't believe Devin
actually agreed to go with you.

- Well, he didn't exactly
jump up and down.

- Yeah, but he said yes.

- Well, I gave him an incentive.

Before we had our blowout,
I overheard him

talking to one of his friends
about this investment

that they need some money for.
- So you bribed him.

Not that that matters.

The fact that you got through
to him at all, Scott...

Thank you.

For not giving up on him.

Be careful out there.

(soft music)

(eerie music)

(birdsong)

- It's getting cold.

I'm freezing.

How much longer?

- We're still a couple of hours
away from the Gorge.

I remember the last time
we were here, I promised you

if you got tired I'd carry you
the rest of the way.

I guess the expiration date
on that promise has passed, eh?

- Can't we just camp here
and hike the rest of the way
in the morning?

- Yeah, there's a spot
we can camp up ahead.

(grunts)

(bird squawking)

(suspenseful music)

(grunting)

(breathing heavily)

- Try this.

- Thanks.

(clanking)
(grunting)

(crickets chirping)

We should get some sleep.

- What about the money?

The investment with my friend?
You said we could go over it.

- It's getting late,
we can talk about it tomorrow.

- It's like, not even nine.

- We've had a long day.

(fire crackling)

- Why are you trying
to force me to sleep?

You go to sleep.

Whatever.

(zipper opening)

(birds chirping)

(moaning)

Is it time?

- Yeah. It's time.

(groaning)

- I... I just
realized something.

- What?

- Alex was supposed
to come home today.

- I told him to come
next week.

Right now,
you're the priority.

(birds squawking)

(phone vibrating)

- Emergency?

- Nothing that can't wait.

(eerie music)

- Now I remember this place.

I remember wondering
what it would be like to push
Alex over the side.

(eerie music)

(wind blowing)

(suspenseful music)

- What are you doing?

- Shouldn't I be
the one asking you?

- Devin...

- I know you found my book.

You read what I wrote.

Did you ever think that maybe
I wanted you to read it?

- Why?

- So you'd know how angry I was.

(gasps)

How angry I am.

And don't say I should have
talked to you about it,

because that's never worked
for either of us, has it?

- What should we do?

- All I know is that I don't
want to feel like this anymore.

(sighing)

(soft music)

(sighing)

Look, there is no investment.
I just...

made that up because I...

knew you wouldn't understand
the real reason.

- Try me.

- That stupid school
that Mom wants me to go to,

I can't go there. I can't.

- I was talking to my friend Jax
about the situation and he...

He said I could go with him on
this trip that he's got planned.

- What trip?
- Iceland.

For two months.

He's got the whole thing
figured out.

Where we'll go,
how much it'll cost.

It's all right here.

That's why I wanted to talk
to you about it yesterday.

I was thinking that
maybe if I go with him,

when I come back,

I could see somebody.
That's what the money's for.

A way to maybe stop feeling
so mad all the time.

- Hey! Welcome home!

Uh... So, how was it?

- It was good.
It was really good.

- Oh.
- Should I help you unpack?

- No, you go inside.

You're tired.
- I'm okay.

- The ground was hard,
it was cold,

you need some real sleep.
Go on.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- Thanks, Dad.

Goodnight, Mom.
- Oh yeah.

Goodnight.

Is that our son?

- I know, right?

(chuckling)
- Oh...

- What? What's wrong?

- I tried calling to tell you.

(sighing)
Our neighbour found her dog.

Devin didn't do anything.

And it kills me to think
that we let ourselves believe
that he did.

You know?

(soft music)

Okay, tell me everything.

- Well, we got to talking.

He's... he's open
to getting help.

- Oh, that's incredible.

Go back, I need details.

- Let me unpack first and
I'll tell you everything inside.

(crying)

- No reasonable person
can deny that Dr. Harmon's

was a difficult situation.

An impossible situation.

But we're not here today to
second-guess what he didn't do,
or should have done.

We're here because
of what he actually did.

So I'd like to call
my next witness to the stand.

Please state your name
for the court.

- Jasper Sind.

- Is that what Devin called you?

- No. He knew me
by my gaming handle.

Jax.

- Sir?
- Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you.

- Hey. I've been
looking for you.

Myranda Chang is coming in
at noon for a follow-up CT,

I figured you'd want
to debrief the parents.

- Sure. When it's good news,
it's good to be the messenger.

- You know,
I barely saw you this week.

You're not avoiding me, are you?

- Actually,
everything's good.

- Really?

- Things are okay.

- Hey, I'm glad.

- Come on,
I'll tell you about...

- Let me grab a coffee,
I'll be right over.

(sighing)

- We just want him
to care about something,

do something productive.

- Who's this friend?

- He met him through
his online video gaming.

- Oh...

- Baby steps, right?

Before last week,
I didn't know he had a friend.

It's not like I just wrote him
a blank cheque and that's that.

I mean, he promised to see
a therapist when he gets back.

He's interviewing a bunch
of them before he... leaves.

(television): We do have reports
that the shooter

has barricaded himself inside
one of the classrooms.

This is a live situation.

We will keep bringing you
updates as they come in.

(breathing heavily)

(sirens wailing)

- Parent or guardian,
park over there and check in.

Otherwise,
you need to turn around.
- I'm Scott Harmon.

- Park here and come with me.

(suspenseful music)

(helicopter whirring)

(siren wailing)

(muffled screaming)

This way, sir.

- Dr. Harmon,
this is Captain Kramer,

the chief hostage negotiator.

- Your son's barricaded
himself in a classroom

with eight hostages.

He wants to talk to you.

Just listen
and let him talk.

- Devin.

(crying)

- Hey, Dad.

- Devin, let them go.

(sighing)
- You're not my father anymore.

Not that you ever were.

You really believed that
I bought into all that crap

up at Deep Gorge?

About wanting to help me
through my anger?

(whimpering)

You brought me up there
to kill me.

And don't deny it,

we both know that it's true.

The one thing that I don't
understand is...

why you didn't go
through with it.

- You're my son.

- I guess you should've
done it when you had
the chance because...

I couldn't have done it
without you.

(gunshots)

- If Dr. Harmon hadn't given
Devin $10,000,

would you and he have been able
to carry out the shooting?

- Not a chance.

- Tell us what you bought with
the money Dr. Harmon sent you.

- Two AR-15s.

Three M&P 9 mm 2.0.

Two Kevlar vests.

Smoke bombs, 5-inch fixed
blade hunting knife.

Ten boxes of the 5.56 mil
spec cartridges.

- Did Dr. Harmon ever contact
you before he sent the money?

- Never.

- Why do you suppose he'd let
his son go to Iceland

with someone he'd never
even spoken to?

(chuckling)
- Yeah, see, that's...

that's the thing. Devin...

Devin never thought
that his father actually
believed his story.

He told me that
his father hated him

and that he'd pay pretty much
anything to make him disappear.

(gasps)

- That's all, Mr. Sind.
Thank you.

Your Honour,

Scott Harmon knew his son
was planning to commit
mass murder.

He had read all about it.

Did Dr. Harmon stop his son?
Get him help?

Intervene? No.

He wrote a cheque.

Essentially arming his
son with the weapons he used
to murder seven students,

grievously wound a dozen others

and permanently traumatize
an entire community.

Other peoples' children
are dead

because of Scott Harmon's
complicity.

Now, Dr. Harmon may claim
wishful thinking.

He may claim denial.

But he knew what
his son was planning.

He was certain enough to plan
killing Devin himself.

But when he lost his nerve
and couldn't go through with it,

Dr. Harmon paid off his son,

knowing full well what
he would do with that money.

If that isn't complicity,
I don't know what is.

(crying)

- The District Attorney has made
a compelling argument.

In the end, however,

her interpretation
of the law is an overreach.

Rather than simply having some
speculative knowledge,

the defendant needs to have
taken a more direct role,

either by encouraging
or planning

or in some way assisting
the crime with specific intent.

Dr. Harmon's behaviour
may have been negligent,

but it wasn't criminal.

Prosecution's argument
doesn't rise to legal standard

of his having been accessory
to a felony before the fact.

The defendant, therefore, is
remanded into his own custody.

(gavel banging)

- Congratulations, Scott.

(indistinct chatter)

(sighing)
- Al...

- Is it true?

Did you take Devin upstate...

to kill him?

I wish you'd done it.

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