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Please pay close attention to this
important announcement.

Millions of people have been affected by
crime.

Civil unrest was at an all-time high.

Mass unemployment and homelessness drove
Los Angeles into a crime epidemic.

Prisons were overcrowded.

Citywide red zones
were established to restrict

individuals implicated
in violent activities.

Still, hundreds of our heroes in blue were
killed in the line of duty.

Now extreme circumstances call for extreme
measures.

We need the Mercy Court.

And I'll be encouraging my colleagues on
both sides of the aisle to support it.

After two years in
operation, this program is

the reason you can
sleep peacefully at night.

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

are presumed guilty
unless proven innocent.

Mercy analyzes it all with pinpoint
precision.

Drawing on an immense
range of data, including

evidence provided by the
LAPD and its quadcopter team.

Since launching this program, Mercy has
already impartially judged, sentenced,

and executed 18 individuals.

Cutting crime in the city by 68%.

Saving billions of tax dollars due to the
accuracy and efficiency of the program.

Mercy uses hard facts and a
wealth of evidence to ensure

justice is served within hours
of a murder being committed.

It's the ultimate crime deterrent.

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.

Your city thanks you for participating in
the Mercy Program.

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?

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.

I'm on your side.

Do you remember David Webb?

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!

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.

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.

No.

I don't go to bars.

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 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?

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!

Hey!

Where'd he go?

Where'd he go?

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!

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.

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'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.

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!

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!

Ray!

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!

Get out of my house!

It is not your house!

Get out of my 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!

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.

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.

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!

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?

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!

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.

Pull back.

Not too close now.

Target is boxed in.

Area unit is
touching... Pull back.

Pull back.

Forward.

Forward.

Go.

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.

Missed fire.

No detonation.

No detonation.

Move out.

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.

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.

Efficiency.

Maddox!

In the trial.

I have to get out there.

Move!

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!

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!

No!

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!

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!

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.

Hey.

You're okay.

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.