All language subtitles for The Listener - S01E12 [The 13th Juror]

We beat the cops here
again. That's another ten bucks.

- What's it at now?
- Don't worry about it. Who's counting?

- Like 250.
- 250?

- Yeah, about 250.
- You're counting.

I do count.

Gunshots? You sure?
- Yeah, we got that from dispatch. Room 14B.

Well, that's Leslie's place.

You didn't hear anything?
- No, no, these are old factory lofts.

The walls and floors
are two foot of concrete.

She put in her own lock.
People aren't supposed to do that.

- You can't open it?
- No.

- What's her name?
- Leslie.

Leslie?

Leslie, it's the paramedics.
Can you hear us?

Dispatch, this is Osman Bey. We
need police for a forced entry right now.

Can you imagine if there
was a backed up toilet in there?

- Yeah.
- I'm frightened.

Yeah, yeah, we can wait.

- Oz, we got to get in there.
- Yeah, they want us to wait.

- There might be a shooter in there.
- There's no shooter.

- Shooter?
- No, no, it's fine. I'm sure it's fine.

Yeah, no, it's not. It's the super.

- Oz, we can't wait!
- Toby, no!

Hey, Oz, help me flip her over.

Okay, you got her?

You couldn't save her?

She had lost a lot of blood.
We're not allowed to code,

so we did all we could
until the M.E. Arrived.

It was six months ago. The
details are still vivid in your mind?

- Yes, unfortunately.
- I have no further questions.

Raptors game starts in two hours.

Mr Lynch, seeing as it's getting late,

I would like to adjourn until
10:00 a.m. Tomorrow morning,

at which time you may cross-examine.

Thank you, Your Honour.

That was crazy. It was like a
real-life episode of Law & Order.

Be honest with me. Did
I sound stupid up there?

No, no, no. The Crown Attorney wouldn't
be trying to make you sound stupid.

That's the Defence Attorney's job.

Yeah, why am I the only one
up there? You were there, too.

'Cause they know I never crack,
baby. You've seen my poker face.

- I'm like a stone.
- Yeah, that's got to be it.

We got a 10-14 at Liberty and Jefferson.

Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

What's going on here?

Well, the guy just walked out into traffic.

He looks awake, but he won't say anything.

Hey, sir? How you doing? Can
you hear me? You in any pain?

Hey, Oz, load and go here.

How you doing? I'm Toby.
We're gonna take care of you.

- I know you.
- That's right. I'm Toby. I'm a paramedic.

- Toby?
- Yeah.

- You sure?
- What's your name?

I don't know.

I don't know my name.

- He's a John Doe.
- He's been here 24 hours.

- You still don't know who he is?
- I have no ID,

- no wallet, no keys, nothing.
- All right, how are his conditions?

He's got lacerations to the head from
the accident, but no apparent head trauma.

- I'll have to run some tests.
- Okay.

How's the trial going?

Well, you know, it's
just a prelim at this point,

so I'll get cross-examined today,
and then that's that. For now.

And the rest of your
week? How's that looking?

Like you want to go out?

Well, you know, pretty
open. You want to go out?

- Maybe I'll call you?
- Call you?

- All right. Yeah.
- Or you could... Yeah.

Excuse me. Hey, this preliminary
hearing's turning into a circus.

Yeah, high profile celebrity
murders generally do.

So, what's the deal with Peter Garvin?

Big time record producer
with a big time record of trouble.

Everything from illegal
possession to tax evasion.

Is that why he needs a hotshot lawyer?

Oh, yeah. He's as big time as they come.

Loves the headlines as much as
his Rolex. Smooth as $100 eye cream.

Mr Logan, you have testified that you
entered Leslie Cahill's apartment with force.

- Is that correct?
- Yes, it's correct.

How did you get into Leslie Cahill's
apartment on the night in question?

She had put a second lock on her door
and the superintendent didn't have a key.

How did you get in?

I used a fire extinguisher
to bash the lock.

Wait, Toby! Toby, no!

But isn't it protocol to wait for police
backup when there have been shots fired?

Don't think about it.
Just answer the question.

My partner was on his cell
phone trying to reach the police.

Yeah, the police want us to wait, Toby.

- There could be a shooter in there.
- There's no shooter.

- Shooter?
- It's fine. It'll be fine.

I felt we didn't have time to wait
for them if we wanted to save her life.

And that's what you were doing?
Trying to save someone's life?

Yeah. Yeah, I believe
that's in our job description.

Toby, don't be a smartass.
He'll rip you in two.

Mr Logan. What made
you think she was alive?

Leslie, it's the paramedics.
Can you hear us?

Dispatch, we need police
for forced entry, now.

I'm frightened.

- Mr Logan?
- Yes, sorry...

Yeah, I thought I heard her cry out.

But when you got inside,
was she crying out?

No, she was unconscious.

Actually, she was more
than unconscious, wasn't she?

Isn't this your report of the incident?

Yes. My partner filled this out.

- And you signed it?
- Yes, I did.

Would you read the underlined section?

"Victim was cold. BP
zero. No pulse or heartbeat."

She's Code 5, Toby.

And her heart had stopped.

There are documented cases of
people being brought back from the dead.

What do you want? What...

When there are no apparent signs of
life, you're not to disrupt a crime scene.

I felt there were signs of life.

You are to wait for
police to engage, correct?

We had to go in. I
thought we could save her.

Based on what?

She's cold.

Mr Logan, on what basis did
you engage with the victim?

Training. Instinct, I guess.

So, you broke into the victim's apartment,

tossed aside her furniture,
walked right through her blood,

creating your own trail,
hopelessly obliterating

what was very likely the
killer's bloody footprint.

And all of this based on what? A feeling?

- No further questions.
- We've resuscitated victims before.

You're excused, Mr Logan.

Fall into adoration

Speak my name I want to hear

Dreams caress my ear

But so, so loud

Is fear

And this one's mine

Cut it!

We were in the middle of a take.
Peter and Leslie were not getting along.

She was clearly whacked out on something.
She wasn't able to get the track down.

Look, I couldn't hear the
music. It wasn't loud enough...

You couldn't hear the
music 'cause you're drunk.

At one point, the
argument got pretty heated.

You are so pathetic, you
know that? You stupid bitch.

Do you know if Mr Garvin owns a gun?

Yeah, I've seen him with one now and again.

Is this the gun?

Looks like it.

They argued, she threw
a drink at him and she left.

And Mr Garvin?
- He left about fifteen minutes later.

Counsellor.

When Mr Garvin left on that evening,
did he say where he was going?

No, he didn't.

Would this be the gun?

That's right. Registered
to a Mr Peter Garvin.

We found it in a dumpster half a block
away from Leslie Cahill's apartment building.

And did the bullet taken from
Miss Cahill come from this gun?

It did.

And what makes you so certain
Mr Garvin pulled the trigger?

- Because the victim said so.
- The victim?

According to the phone records,
she called her sister's cell phone

at 12:02, and then again at
12:43, the night she was murdered.

Is this the phone record you subpoenaed?

Yes, it is.

That is such a crock.

Thank you, Detective Marks. Mr Lynch?

Detective Marks, how long
had you been with Homicide

when you were assigned
to the Cahill murder?

A few months.

So, would you say you were relatively
new to this type of police investigation?

I was well-trained and quite
prepared, if that's what you mean.

What I mean is, as a
freshman homicide investigator,

- could you have overlooked evidence?
- Objection. Counsel is speculating.

Sustained.

Did you feel like this was
a difficult case, Detective?

All homicides have
their individual problems.

Problems like a contaminated crime scene?

Was the crime scene
contaminated, Detective?

- Paramedics did the job according to...
- Was the crime scene contaminated?

- Paramedics often have...
- Yes or no?

Yes.

No further questions.

Then there's no case. Lack
of evidence, there you go.

At this time I'd like
to call Rebecca Cahill.

She's beautiful. Just like her sister.

See, he didn't do it.

They're not supposed to try and save her?

Leslie had called me earlier that evening,

and she told me about the fight with
Peter, and she said she'd had enough

and she was finally ready to leave him.

To walk away from all the
lies he had been feeding her.

And then she told me she had
to go because he was at the door,

and she would call me back.

And when she did,

she said that Garvin had shot
her and that she needed help.

And you have no reason to
doubt your sister's account?

- Objection.
- She was dying.

- Objection. Calls for conclusion.
- Sustained.

Tears are good. Just don't overdo it.

She didn't have to die.

Why would she lie? I'm so sorry.

I hate lawyers. I hate them.

No further questions.

Counsel.

Miss Cahill, is it true your sister
had a drug and alcohol problem?

Thanks to Peter Garvin, yes.

And she was incoherent on the
night of the recording session?

No. Not when I spoke to her, no.

What difference does it
make if she was a little high?

Several of the session musicians testified

that she was "ranting", I believe is
the word they used, for more cocaine.

Well, she was fine when I
spoke to her. She was very upset,

but she was not, you know... She was fine.

And this was less than
an hour after Peter Garvin

tried to settle her down
and she threw wine on him?

He did not try and settle
her down. He threatened her.

Not according to those
present during the altercation.

Well, that's not what she told me.

Miss Cahill, do you have any
animosity towards Mr Garvin?

I hate the son of a bitch!

All my sister wanted was to
write songs and be a singer.

That's not what I asked you.

He promised her everything.

Do you hate Peter Garvin?

He lied to my sister. He cheated on her.

He got her addicted to drugs, and
then he killed her. So, yes, I hate him.

Hate him enough to lie to this court?

Objection. I don't see where counsel
is going with this line of questioning.

The record does show there were two calls

made to Rebecca Cahill
from her sister's cell phone,

but what the record does not
show is the nature of those calls.

That is something we simply
have to accept from this young lady

who has clearly shown
contempt for my client.

She told me Peter Garvin shot her.

He is the reason she's dead.

That's okay. You don't
have to tell them everything.

The point is, Miss Cahill, we
don't know what she told you.

The case against my client
is completely circumstantial.

There is no hard evidence.

Overzealous paramedics
destroying a pristine crime scene.

The testimony of an emotionally troubled
sister who, uncorroborated by anyone else,

including the investigating officer,
puts Peter Garvin at the scene of a crime,

a gun in his hand and murder on his mind.

And how does she know this?
Came from the lips of a dying woman

with a blood alcohol content of 1.5,
and cocaine and heroin in her system.

And the prosecution is asking us to
convict a man of first-degree murder?

I'm sorry. All I can say at this time is,

I would ask the court for a full
dismissal of charges against my client

based on an unmitigated lack of evidence.

Let me remind you, Mr Lynch,
this is a preliminary hearing.

Save your showboating for the jury trial.

With all due respect, Your
Honour, if this case goes to trial.

That's enough, Mr Lynch.

All right, have a good day, man. See you.

Hey, how you doing? Good morning.

You know, you're getting
too comfortable around here.

Actually, no, I'm not
getting too comfortable.

I could use a desk, maybe.

A set of swinging ball
bearings would be good, too,

if you can put that order in.

- Very funny.
- Yeah.

All right, so, the judge, is
he gonna throw this out?

I told you, Toby, don't worry
about it. Lynch is just showboating.

Judge isn't gonna throw anything out.

Fielder just wants more witnesses,
more conclusive evidence.

Can I take this chair?

- Comfortable? Okay.
- Yes.

Yesterday, in the courtroom,
I got this hit off a guy,

he was having these really
strange thoughts about Rebecca.

He was thinking that Rebecca
wasn't telling the whole truth.

That she was lying.

Toby, you know the drill. You see
this guy again, you point him out

- and I will take it from there.
- Yeah.

Do you understand me this time?

You know, like I said though,
maybe I read him wrong.

Well, let's hope so, 'cause
Rebecca's all they got.

Hi, remember me? I'm Dr Fawcett.

Of course, yes. Come in.

We have your test results

and your brain is a little
swollen from the accident,

but otherwise you should be fine.

Accident?

Yes. You were hit by a car.

- Was anyone else hurt?
- No. Just you.

Did you have any problem with
your memory prior to the accident?

I don't think so. Things
are kind of fuzzy. Why?

Well, I'd like to run some more tests.

All right, of course.

You enjoy Emily Dickinson?

"'Hope' is the thing with
feathers That perches in the soul

"And sings the tune without
the words And doesn't stop at all"

- That's beautiful.
- I know all of her poems.

- That's good.
- Forgive me, I forgot your name again.

- That's okay. It's Olivia.
- Olivia.

Yes.

I'll check back with you later.

Yes, of course.

Well, Liv's thinking it's Alzheimer's.

- What are they gonna do with him?
- I don't know.

- What about you? You get anything off him?
- No, I got nothing.

You read the mind of a dead girl
and you can't get anything off this guy?

- Oz, I don't make the rules.
- Mr Bey?

- Mr Bey, you're officially off-duty.
- I know.

For as long as they want you in
court. You're being subpoenaed.

What?

Six months ago they hauled
me off in front of this review board

to discuss your actions about
smashing into that woman's apartment

before the police arrived.

Well, guess what, gentlemen?
Now they're doing it again.

- Are you kidding?
- Are you kidding me?

- Manipulating a crime scene?
- Sir, we were trying to save a life.

Look, you don't need to preach
to me about that. I know that.

That's what I told those
innocuous bureaucrats.

Now, listen. I got your back. Good work.

You guys hear me on this thing, we good?

We can hear you just fine.

Good. Yeah, it happened exactly
the way my partner said it happened.

Well, I'm not disputing Mr Logan's
account of his actions on the evening.

What I'm curious about is
the intent of those actions.

Why you broke into
Leslie Cahill's apartment.

Well, it's like Toby...
It's like Mr Logan said.

It's just, it's part of the job.

So, you wouldn't qualify Mr Logan's
behaviour as, say, impulsive or erratic?

No, no, no. No. Not at all.

The reason I ask,

in this field report we
subpoenaed from your supervisor,

you once described your
partner as displaying behaviour

that is often impulsive and erratic.

This was different.

This was from before, you
know, I thought he needed help.

And did you hear the same
calls for help that Mr Logan did?

- You mean like, hear? Actually hear it?
- Yeah.

- Mr Bey?
- Huh?

Well, you know, hearing, it's...
Toby has really good hearing.

So, he hears a lot more than I do.

Thank you. No further questions.

Yeah.

- I knew he was lying.
- They'd say anything to cover their asses.

- I wouldn't let them in my house.
- You can't trust anyone.

Don't beat yourself up
about it. It wasn't that bad.

Are you crazy? I feel like I
just got tarred and feathered.

They're lawyers, man. They're evil.

She was so beautiful.
She didn't have to die.

It's your fault. You
should have tried harder.

- Hey, Oz, who is this guy?
- I don't know. I've never seen him before.

- Well, he's seen us.
- What?

He saw us in Leslie's apartment. Hey!

Gerrard and Main, please.

So, when we were in Leslie's apartment,

he was watching us through his camera lens.

- Which one's Leslie's?
- Top floor, third on the left.

Right here? Yeah.

All right, so he's probably across the
courtyard, watching us on the same floor.

- Thank you. Yeah. It's all right.

What are we gonna do? We're
gonna knock on every door?

Hell, yeah, we're gonna
knock on every door.

- Is that the guy?
- Yeah.

Hey, hey! How you doing? How's it going?

What do you want?

I saw you in court today. I was
wondering why you took off so quickly.

- Is that a crime?
- No, it's not a crime.

No. Just wondering why you
were there. Did you know Leslie?

I don't think that's any of your business.

Well, it is if you know
something about the murder.

Okay, I have to go.

- Hey, is that a camera? That's neat.
- No, you can't go in there.

I'm sorry, the door was open.
I thought we were invited.

Hey, is that a zoom
lens? Look how big that is!

Listen, what do you people want?

We just want to know your
relationship with Leslie over here.

I don't know what you mean.

She was a beautiful girl.

I couldn't stop.

Is that why you couldn't
stop, what, stalking her?

- Watching her?
- I wasn't stalking her.

- No. You can't go up there.
- Hey, Toby, come up here and see this.

- Looks somebody was pretty
busy. Did you see what happened?

If you had called 911, we
could have got there in time.

- We could have saved her.
- Hey! Hey, Toby, wait!

- We're not cops!
- All right, okay, we're not cops.

This guy, he saw who
did it or he did it himself.

So, it's not our job, man. We're
in enough trouble as it is right now.

Just take it easy.

His name is Gerald Cooper.
He's a professional photographer.

Pretty obvious this
place doubles as a studio.

This is what she was wearing
the night she was murdered.

So, he's either a new suspect
or the only eyewitness we got.

Either way, you two scared him away.

Well, in our defence, he did scare easily.

Next time, you come
to me first. You got that?

- Yes, Detective.
- So, we're free to go?

She always this grumpy?

I filed a police report.

Nobody is looking for anybody
who looks remotely like our John Doe.

How about the Emily Dickinson thing?

I tried the colleges. Nobody is looking
for an English or a Poetry teacher.

All the tests came back
negative. It's got to be Alzheimer's.

- I can't think of
anything else. I'm leaving.

- I don't want to be here.
Sir, you have to calm down.

- No. I have every right to leave.
- Sir...

Hey, hey. Hey, where you
going? Where you going?

- No, but... I...
- Okay. Come on.

It's okay. It's all right.

- It's all right.
- I know you.

Yeah. Yeah, I brought you in.

- Yes. You brought me in.
- Yeah. Mmm-hmm.

No, no, let's go back to your bed. Come on.

You have a wife. You have
kids, no? But you know me?

Oh, yes, but you were younger
then. I know, in the eyes.

The eyes haven't changed.

Keep going. Keep going.

- We can't stop.
- Why can't you stop?

We only have so much time before they...

Before they what?

"The door as sudden shut,
and I I, lost, was passing by"

Charlie? Got any word on our pervert yet?

- No sightings, no family, no friends.
- No Gerald Cooper.

- God. These all of her?
- Yeah, over a long period of time.

- And none of anybody else?
- If he did, he didn't save any of them

because we checked his
cameras, microchips, computers.

- We found nothing.
- There's none of Garvin?

Nope.

- Well, maybe he wasn't there.
- Don't even joke.

It wasn't a joke.

Here are the prints.
- Thanks.

Blow-ups from that night.

- I don't think Lynch was far off the mark.
- Really?

Plus that hit you got off Cooper,
I don't think she's telling the truth

- about that night, the phone call.
- Oh, yeah?

In fact, I know she was lying.

- Recognise the subject matter?
- Yeah, it's Leslie.

Digital, taken that night.
Blown up and enhanced.

- That's Rebecca?
- Mmm-hmm.

Everyone thought it was Leslie,

probably even Cooper, but that's
Rebecca. Check out the time of day.

She was there exactly when she was
supposed to be at home talking to Leslie

and calling 911.

Why don't we find out?

- What's he doing here?
- I asked him to be here.

He has a connection with
the girl. If you don't mind.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

You know the case against Peter
Garvin is mostly circumstantial.

The defence was right about that.

Your credibility is one of the
strongest weapons we have.

My sister told me it was him who shot her.

So, what more do we need?

They don't believe me now.

We were hoping for an
eyewitness, and I think we found one.

Oh, God.

Seems as though your sister had
an admirer from across the courtyard.

He took pictures of her every night.

Oh, God, did he see what she did?

He saw everything, Rebecca.
You were there that night.

What did she do, Rebecca?

Peter Garvin didn't
shoot your sister, did he?

You know, if you're
keeping something from us,

maybe it's because you're
covering your own involvement.

Rebecca, if you lied under
oath, we need to know.

- No.
- If you tell us the truth now,

maybe we can work something out.

- What happened that night,
Rebecca? You don't understand.

Peter Garvin destroyed my sister. He
may as well have pulled the trigger that night.

Who did?

After her fight with Peter,

my sister was inconsolable.

I'd never seen her like that. Then,
we talked on the phone for a while.

And then she hung up, and I
went straight over to check on her.

And when I got there, she'd shot herself.

She'd left a note.

And it was truly pathetic.

She said she loved Peter and
she couldn't endure life without him.

- So, that's why you framed him?
- He preyed on her insecurities.

He got her hooked on drugs. He
was responsible for what happened,

and I wanted him to pay.

So, I got rid of the note, and I
tried to make it look like it was him.

I wiped off the gun and I threw it
where I knew somebody would find it.

What about phone records?

I used her cell phone to call mine.

I wanted to make sure that I was a witness.

To tell you it was him.

I don't regret it. He deserves to pay.

Now what?

It's over, Toby. We'll meet
with the judge this morning.

All right. What about Rebecca?

I think we're working out a deal. Garvin
doesn't seem to want to go after her.

Wow. All right. I guess the truth is
more important than going after her.

Hey, Toby. Thanks.

Yeah, sure. No problem.

- Hey, Liv.
- Hi.

How's John Doe? He remember anything new?

- No, but look at this.
- What is this?

That book and you are the
only things he responds to.

Yeah, well, that's probably because

I was the first thing he
related to after his accident.

Maybe, but he's obviously trying
really hard to remember something.

Go see him.

You want me to talk to him?

- You do. You want to come with me?
- I can't. I have surgery.

Logan.
- Yeah.

You got a call on 911. Guy
sounded really distressed.

- Oh, really?
- Seemed to think

you had something to do with it.

Hello?

Is this the paramedic
who was in my apartment?

Mr Cooper?

I saw everything.

What'd you see?

It was Garvin.

Mr Cooper, where are you?
Let me come and we can talk.

No, no, no. I want to be with her.

Mr Cooper, whatever you're doing, stop.

I could've called.

- Tell me where you are.
- We got it. We got it.

It's my fault.

She's dead because I didn't call.

I didn't want anyone to know.

Mr Cooper? Hello?

- Got it? We got it? We got it. Okay.

- Got to get him on a set. Yeah. Got it.

Stay with us, man. Why did you do this?

I'll get the suction unit. Cooper.

See, you've got to help Leslie out, all
right? You got to tell people what you saw.

Stay with me.

He was there? She had his gun?

You saw it all, didn't you, Cooper?

- He saw Garvin shoot Leslie.
- Are you serious?

Come on. He dies and Garvin's gonna get
away with this. Why'd you do this, Cooper?

Look, don't argue with me.
Just play it the way that I want.

I gotta go to the courthouse.
When I get back, we'll lay it down.

It won't work.

You are the composer. I am the producer.
Just write and I tell you what is gonna work.

Am I interrupting? He said I could come in.

I thought that I would be
seeing you at the courthouse.

There's been a change of plans. You
see, a neighbour spying through the window

saw Leslie come out of
the bedroom with a gun.

Saw you two struggle
for it till you took control

and shot her point-blank in the chest.

And planted the gun in her hand.

Your bail's been revoked.
You're coming with me.

The world a heart that's filled with gold

And hell is heaven

In my soul

In my soul

- Hey. I got your message.
- Hey. Thank you for coming by.

Yeah. So, what's he saying?

He's confused. He keeps talking
about you. Mentioning your name.

- He still thinks he knows me?
- Yeah.

I thought that maybe if you sat
with him for a while, it would help.

- Sure. Yeah.
- Thanks.

Hey.

Toby. I remembered.

What do you remember?

You're Maya's boy.

You've got the gift.

Just like she did.

Come on, Maya. It's time.

You knew my mother.

- Mother?
- Maya. You were just talking about her.

Maya...

Maya. I remember.

You were taking us somewhere.

- Maya changed your name.
- Yes. Where were you taking us?

What was your name?

Don't worry, William.
It's going to be okay.

William. My name was William.

William.

You know me.

I know you.

Thank you.