All language subtitles for Accused.2023.S01E07

(sirens wailing in the distance)

(exhales)

(panting)

(woman): Brenda?

(knocking)

It's time.

You okay?
- Yeah.

We don't want to keep
this judge waiting.

- And what if we...
just get outta here?

Went all Thelma and Louise
on their asses.

I get that you're scared,

but save the jokes for
when you're back on stage, okay?

(crowd laughing)

- Only men name things
after themselves.

There are no woman junior's.
There are no woman the second.

Men have to do it.
It's like a compulsion for us.

Hi, I'm Zeke Thompson and meet
my lovely son, Zeke Thompson Jr.

(crowd laughing)

Ladies and gentlemen,
that's all I got.

You're terrific.

- Zeke Thompson.

- Thank you.

- In case you didn't know,
I'm Joyce Golden,
the owner of this dump.

He started on this stage

and now he's playing
packed arenas
around the country.

Alright, go have a drink.
We'll be back in a few.

- I don't know why you don't
just ask Zeke yourself.

I hear he's throwing
an afterparty at his new place.

- Yeah. You can show him
your new material.

- Will you guys come with me?

- No way.

- Yeah, uh, I wasn't suggesting
that we go.

- C'mon. Bren, we haven't heard
from Zeke since he blew up.

And seeing all the things
that he has that I don't

will send me off the deep end.
- Uh-huh.

- We can stay for 15 minutes,
max.

- Not me.
(Brenda scoffs)

- What's up, boys.
- What's up, Fletch?

- You again. Oh, hello.
Missed you.

- Oh! Tease...

- Now see, if I grabbed
a woman's ass like that...

Come to this party with me
and you can grab my ass
all you want.

- Okay.
- Go. I dare ya.

- I can confirm
it's a great ass.

- No, you missed your chance.

I was on NyQuil
the entire college tour,
he didn't even try.

Didn't even try.

- True. True.
- Insulting.

Please, Chadwick?

Please, please.
- Uh-uh. No way.

- Please. Fifteen minutes.

- I said no, bish.

(loud music)

- Talk about a come up.

- Yeah, now I gotta go home
and kill myself.

What?

It's still warm.

I hate him.

Hey, hey, check it out.
- What?

- Chris Rock, ten o'clock.
- Where?

There he is.
There's Zeke.

Zeke!
- Zeke!

- Zeke!

What are you doing here?

(laughing)
Come here.

You gotta meet my friends.
Oh, my God.

Ahhh!

- My guy.
- Hey.

You guys have to meet my Scott.

This is the Scott that I have.

He manages me and like...
half the people in this room.

Scott, these are my friends.
I came up with these people.

(Brenda): Yeah.

- Oh, you guys
remember writing jokes,
listen at Tupac all night?

- Eating Bottom Ramen.
- Ha ha!

- Those were the days, man.

- Those are still the days
for us, bro.

- So...

- Hey, will you snap us
really quick?

- Yes. Photo.

Family photo.
Come here.

- So stupid.

- Oh, that's terrible.

- Are you gonna post it?

Could you tag me?

- Yo, so whatever happened
to grumpy ass Aaron?

- Oh, you know, Aaron.

Brenda wants to talk
to you about something.

I was just gonna ask you
something if you had a second?

(Scott): We need to say hi
to Sarah.

- Uh, can you guys just hang out
for a little bit?

- Yes. Yes.
- Okay, drink up!

There's so many drinks and
they need to be drunk,
so please.

- I'm sorry. I owe you.
- Yup.

- Please, he's blind and he gets
nervous when I'm gone.

- I have to call the cops.
- Don't call the cops.

I'm on my way.

My dog's barking like a maniac
again so I gotta go.

Bren.

- Fine.

- Just one second.

Uh, excuse me.

Excuse me.

Where do you guys think
you're goin'?

- Gotta skate, bro.

- Bren, didn't you wanna
talk to me?

- Yeah, you're busy. It's fine.

- No, Scott is like
prancing me around
like a little show pony.

I am all yours now.

- I could just take the train.
- My driver will take you home.

- Okay, alright.
- Driver.

Hey, if it couldn't be me,
I'm glad it's you.

- God, I love you.
- I know.

Love ya. See ya.

- Um, I, I wanted
to show you my new material

that I've been working on.

Um, I sent a link to your
manager but I don't think he...

- You have the link?

- Yeah, but it's too loud
in here.

- It's quiet upstairs.

- You can't leave
your own party!

- I can do whatever I want.

C'mon.

- I grew up in foster care,
I don't mean to brag.

Um... and because of that,

everyone always wants to know
if I want to meet my dad
and I don't.

I... at all,

but I what I do want to know on
some level that he would want me

so what I wanna do is find out
his name,

find him on a dating app,
match with him,

DM him a naked photo of myself,

and be like,
Do you wanna be my daddy?

And he's gonna be like "Yeah".

And I'm gonna be like,
"Good, 'cause you are".

And then... and then
I will ghost him...

- You know what?
That's pretty good.

- ...because the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree.

- Damn, this is really good.
- Thank you.

- Yeah, Bren,
when did you write this?

Ages... like, I've been
working on this for a while.

I was just thinking like,
what if like I...

what if I went on tour
with you?

What?

Is that
why you showed up tonight?

You show up tonight so
you could pitch yourself to me?

- Shut up.
No, I just...

you know I, I,

I know it took me a second
to, like, figure out my thing,

but if I just had a, like,
a shot, you know,

I would kill it.

- Okay.

- Okay, what?

- Okay. You can host.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah, you can host and then,
after a couple of cities,
you can feature?

- Oh my God, really?

- Yeah, you're talented.

You're great, you're funny.
- Thank you.

Oh my... can I...
I have to go tell Chad.

Excuse me?

I think we should go back
to your fancy party.

- I'm so tired of talking.

- I know, I, listen...
I actually don't want to.

I don't want to.

- Why not? Why not?

- You know what?
Hey, hey, hey. No.

- It's not like
we haven't done this before.

Like, you remember the
last time, it was super freaky.

- Ow!
- Yeah, you remember last time?

Just relax.
- Argh!

Just, just...
(groaning)

Relax.
(panting)

(Brenda groaning)

- I just want this to be over.

What if we just...

take the plea offer?

- They only offered the plea
because they want you
to go away.

I know it's hard...

...but this all started
because Zeke Thompson raped you.

(theme music)

(beeping)

(water pouring)

(gulps loudly)

(trembling breath)

(panting, sniffling)

(panting)

- All I'm just sayin' is,

Black Twitter could be
a little more inclusive, right?

(crowd laughing)
- Hey, look who's too smancy
to return my calls!

I have to hear it from 10
other people that you're hosting
Zeke Thompson's tour.

- Joyce, uh...

Zeke... he, uh...

he, um...

had sex with me
and I didn't want to.

- Are you saying he...
- Yeah.

- But how? I mean, there must've
been a million people around.

- Oh, my God...

- Joyce!
He raped me!

Joyce.

- I heard you,
I'm just trying to...

- To what?!
- To process!

- I called you for help
and you're just not gonna.

Oh my God, forget it.
- Brenda, wait.

You and your damn temper,

will you just listen?

I believe you
and I want to help you.

You want me to tell you
the truth or pull
from the MeToo handbook?

- Truth.

- Okay, here it is.

You've been working your ass off
for years

and you finally hit pay dirt.

This is the big time, Brenda.

- How can I possible work
with him after this?

- Can you imagine how many times
I had to lie down

and take it from some dirt bag
I was workin' with?

You just wiped the stink off
and got on with your life.

- It makes me wanna kill God.

- If He existed.

Oh, Brenda,
what are we talkin' here?

One, maybe two minutes of hell

in exchange for the opportunity
of a lifetime?

Be smart, honey.

I care about you.

Nobody is gonna tell you
the truth like me.

I care about ya
and I believe in you.

That's why I stuck with you
all these years.

- I know.

- I want you to go to bed

and call me in the morning.

Brenda, promise,

you won't do anything
without calling me first, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay. Bye.

(nervous breathing)

(horn tooting, sirens wailing)

(phone buzzing)

(muffled soundscape)

(trembling breath)

(phone keys clicking)

(line ringing)

- Hello, New Hope Center,
Queens. Can I help you?

- I've been assaulted
and I need to know what to do.

- This is my hand, okay?

I'm inserting the speculum.

- Almost there, Ms. Kramer,
hang in there.

(sniffling and sobbing)

(door opening)

- I called Joyce.

She told me to let it go.

Take the tour.

- Joyce is about Joyce.

- Zeke's her golden goose.

- That bitch is savage.

You know I heard she, uh...
reached out to Cosby.

Too soon?

- Do you think
that he lured them in

with his Fat Albert impression?

(laughing)

(weird voice): Hey, hey, hey,
gimme that boo...

(laughing)

You're gonna get through this,
you hear me?
- I know. I know.

- You're a damn warrior.

- Chad?

- Hey, your coffee's
just horrible.

- So is my life.
- Ha-ha!

- What?

- Here.

You reported it yesterday.

- At least
they didn't print my name.

- No, but...

your name's out there.

- Lying... lying whore?

Ain't no one gonna
beat that busted...

- I hit it. Okay, my boy hit
it, the neighborhood dog.

She's thirsty.
(laughs)

She's thirsty.
- Okay. Those are ...

Hey, hey. Look at me. Look
at me. Those are just trolls.

(phone buzzing)

Don't answer it.

- What do I do?
- I have no idea

but I'm here, okay? Okay?

(buzzing, phone
clacking on the table)

- I'm calling the cops.

- Bren, please,
don't hang up, okay?

Just hear me out.

Listen, um...

if you go through with this,

you will ruin both of our lives.

Bren, um, look, I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry if I misread
some signals.

- Misread the signals?

What about any of that made
you think I wanted to have sex?

- What are you,
what are you talking about?

Brenda, we have had sex on your
floor, twice, and it was rough.

That's how we liked it.

- I said I didn't want to.
- Why didn't you fight back?

- I did.

- Why didn't you just leave?
- I tried. You held me down.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Relax.

- You think 'cause
you're famous now,

you can just treat people
like this?

I'm a person.

Zeke, I'm...

I may be crap
but I am a person.

- You're gonna go through
with this? Is that
what you're saying?

- You're just gonna do it again.

- Great.

Say whatever you want, Bren,

everybody knows you're crazy.

(phone beeping)

(Brenda sighs)

- Ms. Kramer.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
I'm ADA Lavigne.

I'll be in charge of your case.
- Thank you.

- We're just in here.

Okay, just a few more questions
about that night.

- Can I leave out the part
where I was raped?
(chuckles)

It was a joke.

- Right.

So in your statement,
you mention that you entered
the room willingly.

Why?

- Zeke was about to go
on the road, um, for a tour,

and I wanted to pitch myself
to open for him.

- It's not out of the ordinary
to 'pitch yourself'
in a bedroom?

- Well, it was just really loud
in there and I...

I had the link on my phone
and I just,

I didn't want to play it
in front of everyone

so we just, like, went in...
like, a room.

- Was Zeke sober?

- Didn't have
my breathalyzer on me.

- What about you?

- What about me?
- Were you sober?

- Sober enough
to know I was...

being raped.

- You should commend yourself.

Most victims of sexual assaults
never even report it.

- I can't let him ruin
someone else's life.

Are there more questions or...

- Uh, no, I think
we're good for now.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Uh, just one
more thing actually.

Um...

you waited a day
to report this, why?

- Because...

this is a nightmare.

- Is there something else
I should know?

- Anything about your
relationship with Mr. Thompson?

- No.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- Please tell the court
in what context
you met the defendant.

- I was the ADA in charge
of investigating
Ms. Kramer's alleged rape.

- And as your investigation
progressed,

did Brenda Kramer's
behavior change?

- She got angrier,
obsessive and disturbed.

- Can we refrain
from pathologizing my client?

- Jury will disregard
Mr. Lavigne's last statement.

- Mr. Lavigne, it's too early
in the morning for this.

- I'll rephrase, Your Honor.

Mr. Lavigne,
how would you describe
Ms. Kramer's state of mind?

- She was upset, understandably.

- Be calm.

- Calm.
Ten years.

Fired me over text.
Be calm?

- Hold, hold up, Brenda.
Hold up.

- What do you mean hold up?
I'm just gonna talk to her.

- She doesn't wanna talk to you.
- Oh, my God.

- Tell her to get
her shriveled ass out here
before I make a scene.

- Oh, okay.
That's calm?

- What are you doing?
- Y'all trying to get me fired.

- Chad, you got a set in 15.
And you don't work here anymore.

- I thought you cared about me.

- I told you to call me
before you did anything.

- So you
could talk me out of it?

- I am done trying, Brenda.

You had a chance
and you blew it.

- You only fired me
'cause Zeke is your meal ticket.

I fired you because you can't
get out of your own way.

You'd never miss an opportunity
to miss an opportunity.

Look, just take this check

and get out of my club
before I call the cops.

- Oh, my God.

You know I can't get a job
anywhere.

Where am I gonna go?
No one's gonna hire me.

- Brenda, it's over.

I'm done.

One minute
or you lose your spot.

- I'm quitting.
- Don't be stupid.

- We can form a buddy act,
we could take it on the road.

- Go. Get on stage.

Go.
- I'll come by after.

- I saw that.

She's wrong.
- Oh...

That's show business.

- How disappointing
because I came to see you.

- You look familiar.
Do I know you?

- RDG's Cape, from online.

- Oh, my God.

RBG's Cape.
You know, you are funny.

- Thanks, that's a high
compliment coming from you.

I'm Tess.

- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- Well, I'm sorry
I'm not going on tonight.

- And I am no longer supporting
this establishment.

There's a Thai restaurant
a few blocks down.

I'm buying.

- I'm starving.
(chuckles)

- And they always make the woman
out to be the crazy one.

Do you remember that movie,
uh, Fatal Attraction?
- Yes!

- When Glenn Close's character,
really successful, independent,

goes crazy after sleeping
with a guy one time?!

Loses her mind.
(laughing)

- Um!

And I personally feel like
Michael Douglas sucked at sex.

Oh, Chadwick!

- Whoa.
Okay, you're jolly.

- Tess, this is
my best friend, his name's Chad.

- Chad, nice to meet you.
I'm Tess.
- Nice to meet ya.

- Have a seat.

I'll get you some wine.

How'd it go tonight?
- Yeah, it was uh, dead.

So Tess, uh, what do you do?

- I'm an associate
at a law firm.

Contracts. Boring stuff.

(loud clanging)
Are you okay?

(Brenda groans)

- Oh... lemme...

- Okay, let's uh,
let's get you to bed.

- No.
- Yeah. Come on.

- You're okay. Okay.

- You know, just...
- Get to bed.

- You know what?
I'll hold onto this for you.

Okay?
- Okay, you can have it.

You are just so soft.

- I'll clean up.

- She passed out as soon
as her head hit the pillow.

It's gonna take her some time,
Chad.

- I'm sorry.

You been here like five minutes,

how do you know what she needs?

- Did you know that
one in three women are subjected
to sexual violence?

It's a club no one wants
to belong to,

but it has
the largest membership.

It's gonna be rough for her
for a while.

So like I said,
give her some time.

I grew up in foster care,
I don't mean to brag.

Um, and because of that,

everyone always wants to know
if I want to meet my dad
and I don't.

I, at all,

but what I do want to know on
some level that he would want me

so what I wanna do is
find out his name,

find him on a dating app,
match with him,

DM him a naked photo of myself,

and be like,
Do you wanna be my daddy?

And he's gonna be like, "Yeah".

And I'm gonna be like
"Good, 'cause you are."

And then... and then,
I will ghost him

because the apple doesn't fall
far from the tree.

(sighs)

- Ms. Kramer's sense of humor,

would you describe her comedy
as reflecting her off-stage
personality?

- Oh yeah.
Definitely.

- Would you go so far
as to describe her behavior
as promiscuous?

- Well, if sleeping
with everyone at the club is
promiscuous, then yeah.

(chuckles)

- So just to confirm,

you told Brenda Kramer
she could open for you
before the alleged rape?

- Yeah. Mm-hmm.
- So there was no quid pro quo,

no coercion of sexual favors
in exchange for a job offer.

- Absolutely not.

- Do you know why she would
invent a story that she knew

would cost her the biggest
professional opportunity
of her career?

- Brenda is the poster-child
for self-sabotage,

she always has been.

- Alright, let's get back
to that night.

Um, so she played you
her material, you hired her...

- We were laughing, you know,
we're having a good time

and uh, then we started kissing,

and you know,
one thing leads to another.

- And no part of you ever
thought that Brenda Kramer
did not want to have sex?

- We both wanted it.

I mean, it's not like
we hadn't done it before.

- You're saying that prior
to that night,

you and Ms. Kramer...?
- Had sex?

Yeah. Twice.

- Can you repeat the question?

- Do you have any knowledge
of previous sexual relations

between Brenda Kramer
and Zeke Thompson?

(sighs)

You can answer the question here
or in court.

- Yes, they had sex before.

- And who told you?

Brenda.

- So do you know
why Lavigne wants to see you?

- He probably has
more questions.

Thanks for the clothes.

I don't even want
to know how much they cost.

- I wouldn't tell you anyway.

- I never had a real like,
female friend.

The girls in my business
will cut ya!

(phone buzzing)

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I just always think it's him.

And I just hate being scared.

Embarrassing.
- I know what you mean.

- You never told me about what
happened to you which is...

no pressure, of course.

- Sophomore year,

I was on my way back to the dorm
and he raped me on the grass.

Just out in the open.
How brazen is that?

He was captain of the rugby team

and our parents traveled
in the same circle.

So they got together
and worked it out.

You know... and his parents
were very embarrassed.

The thing is...

I wouldn't have
reported it anyway.

I'm not brave, like you.

- You annihilate people online.

- That's different.

- Don't you ever...

think about him
raping other women?

- Of course.
But I was just a kid.

- You have to stop letting him
get away with it at some point.

(knocking on door)

- Open up, bish!

Hey, uh...
- Hi.

Okay, you two need to stop
acting like bitches
and just be civil.

- He's the one
who has the problem.

- Ah, no,
I just don't like you.

Can I talk to you
privately, please?
- Sorry.

- That woman is...
- Don't start.

Hey, hey, I saw the heads
in the ashtray.

Of the photos of you
and Zeke from the wall.

- We were just playing around
and if you came here
to bitch about Tess...

- No, um,
the prosecutor called me in.

- He said he would...
talk to people.

- Yeah well, uh, he asked
if you and Zeke had sex before.

- What did you say?

- Before I recommend
whether to bring your case
to trial,

I have to weigh
the likelihood of a conviction.

- Right.

- Based on witness interviews,
on the fact that you had
consensual sex with Mr. Thompson

prior to the allegation,
which you withheld from me.

- So sorry, I just...
what are you implying exactly?

- I'm not bringing charges.

- Uh, is this
because he's famous, or...?

- No. You would be eviscerated
on the stand.
- Mm-hmm.

- Between the provocations
on social media,

the drinking
and the promiscuity.

- Got it.

There it is.

I'm a drunk and I'm a slut

so I deserved it.

- Okay, look.
- Cool.

- If you're interested,

I can refer you
to a mental health professional.

- You know what?
I'm actually good.

Um...
(clattering)

I sincerely...

hope that you go to hell, sir.

- Now is not a good time
for you to be here.

- Brenda, I am so, so sorry.

C'mon, c'mon.

Can you stop being mad at me
and just let me...
be here for you?

- Be here. Be here for me

like the way you were here
for me with that douchebag DA?

Zeke's performing
at Goldie's tonight,

kicking off his tour
before moving up to arenas

where he will help himself
to a buffet of female fans.

- Look, the DA screwed up
big time, okay.

But... but... um, it's over now

and... and maybe you have
a chance to move on.

- What a ridiculous
little man you are.

- And you're a pathetic...
- Don't.

- Lonely ...
- Okay.

- Seriously?

- Okay Chad,
just, just go, just go.
- Me?

She's... don't you see
that she's messing
with your head, Brenda?

- I'd like to report
an intruder.

He's not leaving
and he's getting violent.

Oh, you're gonna pull that, huh?
Are you co-signing
this behavior?

- He's leaving, hang up.

Hang up.

Please just go. I...

Sorry.
- I'm out.

- He doesn't understand.
He can't.

I saw what you posted
on the rapist's Instagram.

The only way you'll understand
the burning shame of
what you did to me

is if someone pours gasoline
on you and lights a match.

- That was the wine talking.

- In vino veritas.

- In wine, truth, Brenda.

- The only way
you'll understand

the burning shame
of what you did to me

is if someone pours gasoline
on you

and lights a match.

Do you know who wrote that,
Ms. Richards?

- Brenda posted it

the night before Zeke Thompson
performed at Goldie's.

- And you attended
this performance in person.

(crowd cheering)

- Yeah!

Y'all can't kill me!!

Ah-ha!

Woohoo!

Alright, thank you for the love.
Thank you everyone.

Uh, I don't want to start heavy

but the last two weeks
have been a little rough.

I was accused of doing
something that I did not do.

- He did do it
and they let him go.

No one did anything about it.

- Except for you.

- Hey, break a leg.

I'm never gonna forget
your loyalty.

- Hey, I got it, man.
No worries.

- Zeke Thompson.
- Yeah.

Jesus. God!

What is wrong with you...
Aaah!

Zeke!

Somebody call the cops.
(Zeke shouting in pain)

- I had to stop him
before he hurt other women.

- Rape is a heinous crime,
I'm not denying that.

But we have a legal system,
imperfect as it is.

- The legal system did nothing!

- Brenda Kramer may not have

explicitly instructed you
to light Zeke Thompson on fire,

but she planted the idea
in your head

and encouraged you,
however indirectly,
to act on it.

The fact is, you wouldn't have
done what you did

if Brenda Kramer hadn't posted
on social media.

- I did it for you, Bren.

(door opens)

- Rapist!
- You should leave.

- They should have killed you.

- Order.
Order.

(gavel banging)
I'll have order.

I'll have order or you'll be
removed from the court.

- I'm a comedian.

We say things.
We say crazy things.

We say things that make
people laugh and shock people.

Immature and childish maybe,

but it's... we're not,
our intent is never
to cause violence.

There's...

what happened to Zeke
was not my intent.

- It wasn't?

Violence wasn't your intent.

- No.

- Look at him.

- You did this.

- Your Honor!
- Counsellor.

- Pick up. Pick up.
(line ringing)

- Who is this
and how did you get my number?

- It's me.

- I know you probably
never wanna talk to me again

but I just wanted to let you
know

that I've been, um...
(sniffling)

going back to meetings.

And if there is anyone

that I need to make amends
with, it... it's you.

Um, I don't assume you're
following my legal situation.

And um...

today the verdict comes in

and I know this is a lot to ask,

especially with...

how badly I treated you,

but I was just wondering
if there is any way
that you can come up here?

I just don't wanna stand up
there alone, you know.

Uh...

you were a good friend to me.

(soft music)

- Has the jury
reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.

- Will the defendant
please rise?

- To the count of the
indictment, aggravated mayhem,

how does the jury find?

- Not guilty, Your Honor.
- Oh, God.

- The jury is dismissed and
we thank you for your service.

- Thank you for everything.
- The court is adjourned.

- Take care of yourself.
- All rise.

- Bren, aren't you relieved?

- Not really.

Zeke...

I did not mean for this
to happen.

- Yeah, well, it did.

- I did not know
that Tess was unstable.

I had no idea.

I couldn't... I missed the signs
and she was there for me.

- Apologize.

You raped her!

- Move, please.
- Tess should've killed you!

- Oh my God, please let him go.
Please.

I know you're mad

but hurting them
is not the answer.

- What are we supposed to do?

- I don't know.

- Let's go home.