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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,

and 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...

and 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 will 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 scene evidence

and your complete digital footprint.

-Holy shit. Hey. Hey.
-You will have

a chance to defend yourself...

-How the hell did I get here?
-...but 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?

Hello!

This is the Mercy Capital Court.
I'm Judge Maddox.

I will preside over your trial today.

Wait. No, no, no.
What are you talking about?

There is no trial. I'm...

I'm Detective Raven.

Please exhale a deep breath.

Hold on. Just wait a... Wait a second.

-Identity is confirmed.
-Okay...

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.

Wait. How long was I out?

-5 hours, 26 minutes.
-Man.

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 an oath.
-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 can 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 the vic?
-In the kitchen.

Over here!

-We need a medic!
-What?

-Is anyone else in here?
-No. There's no one else here.

It's just me.

-Yeah, we're comin' in hot.
-There's no one here. It's just my mom!

-Yeah, are you all right?
-Yeah...

Paramedics on scene.

I don't know what happened to her!

Female stab victim, suspect unknown.

Ma'am, you're gonna be okay.

Try to stay as still as possible. Okay?

Yeah, I'm trying. Please help her!

Who did this to you?

Please help 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! Oh, Jesus Christ!
-Culminating today,

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.
- Iurge 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.

Just search... Can you search Nicole Raven?

LAPD Officer Chris Raven

has been arrested today
for the murder of his wife.

Raven and his partner, Jaq 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 for trial here

and I will continue to send more

-until the message is received.
-This is really 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.
-No.

-Your trial will now commence.
-No, no, no.

This is wrong. Everything is wrong!

-You gotta shut this thing off!
-You know [ cannot do that.

Al Systems are prohibited by law

from any direct involvement
in taking of a human life.

The chair's 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. What?
-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 gonna go get my keys
and unlock the door. Why don't you just...

-be a grown-up?
-Chris, do not do that.

Do not come in here! Get out of my house!

Get out of my house!

You spent 26 minutes inside the house
with Nicole.

Your daughter returned from a sleepover.

Mom?

Crime scene data confirms
that around this same time,

Nicole was stabbed by a right-handed man,

and the single stab wound
was So aggressive

that it chipped a vertebra in her spine
in addition to piercing her liver...

-No, no, no.
-...and severing her mesenteric artery.

-That's not me.
-You are 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?

-Yes.
-Well, your dehydration and headache

are the result of your blood alcohol level
being 0.16 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 Harbor Master Bar at...

You're lying. You're lying.

I do not lie

nor do the facts.

Yeah, Officer. That's the guy.

Hey, Chris. Everything okay here?

Detective, we need to go.

Nah. I think I'll stay here
and have another drink.

-You've had enough.
-Let's go!

Get off me!

Hey, just what...

Back the fuck up!

Chris, stop. Don't do this.

Okay. Okay.

Shit!

Hey, you! No! Stop!

Come on, Chris. That's enough.

Hey, get him. Get him!

-You, stop!
-Hey, hey!

-Get out.
-What are you... Get off! Let him go.

My God! Leave me alone!

Stop this, Chris! Stop running!

If you don't get outta the...

Turn him over.

Well, it is possible that the
excessive alcohol that you consumed

and the blow to your head,
may have impaired your recall.

I don't remember the... I don't
remember the bar. I don't remember.

I mean to say that you may simply
not remember Killing your wife.

-Pick him up, guys.
-On his back. Calling it in.

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 didn't. I don't...

I don't remember anything! Why don't...

I gotta get outta here.

And there's only one way to do that

-so please focus. Did you argue?
-Get me outta here!

About your drinking
or about your daughter?

Oh, God. Britt.

-Let me talk to her. I need to...
-Unless they are a 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, and 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.

I know you'll be hearing
bad things about me,

but they're not true.

Just...

Just strictly... Delete, delete, delete.

Start over.

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 your 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.

Oh, yeah.

-Rob.
-Chris, hey.

Rob, I don't remember.

- Don't remember anything.
-Chris, stop, stop, stop.

I don't remember what happened.

Look...

they want me to stick to the AA stuff, so...

You just...

You're supposed to call me, man.

If you're thinking about...
If you're even thinking about drinking.

-It doesn't matter, Rob.
-You're supposed to call me.

-It doesn't. It doesn't matter.
-So, what...

-Brother, Nic...
-Chris.

When she didn't show up
for her shift this morning,

I just...

I called the depot as soon as I heard.

Everybody here is...

real messed up about this, man.

I could not have hurt her, dude.

I swear to God.

You know, Chris, I believe in karma. 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 from you.

-Wait. Hold up. Wait, wait, wait, I...
-Hey, can you hear me?

Wait...

Where did he go?

Mr. Nelson was only made available
to address your relapse.

You chose not to avail of his support.

He knows me, he knows Nic, okay?

Get him back on. Get him back on, please.

He'll... I mean, he'll tell you
that Nic 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.

To Chris and Nicole!

Ready or not...

it's gonna be a boy.

I gotta say, guys, I know she's a girl,

-but Ray is a strong name.
-Nah.

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.
-What? Baby, I'm so...

And your partner's death
would upend everything

-for you and for your family.
- I just need you to say where you are.

I've been worried about you,
and now I'm worried...

-What's so important you had to call me?
-...that this shows you're clearly drunk.

I mean, you know
I was banking on the lieutenant's spot

-to pay for it.
-Britt needs her own space.

You've been promising it for months.

It's a basement. All it needs is drywall.

I just didn't think
I'd be a divorced mommy.

-All right. That's enough. Stop! Stop it!
-It's very hard.

-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 alone.

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 phenomenon
characterized by the release of

dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin.

Anger is also a
neurobiological phenomenon,

and it can readily overwhelm affection.

Sorry. Do you have a point?

The fact that you may have loved Nicole

-does not prohibit the possibility...
-There you go!

-...that you lost your temper...
-Let me do it how I wanna do it.

No, because you're screwing it up
like you always do.

-Jesus damn Christ! Chris.
-...and murdered her.

Whether you remember doing so or not.

-Nic, get back here.
-Come on, sweetheart. Let's go.

-Sorry, Mom. Are you all right?
-Nic!

Jesus Christ.

I can be a little fiery.

That's a family trait. Okay?

It doesn't mean that I killed...

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
outta there if you want.

You know I can make that happen.

Who the hell is this guy?

I mean, it's not like
your mom could stop me.

Yeah, maybe.

I heard my mom talk 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 Britt's socials, okay?

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.

For crying out loud, she's 16 years old.

This isn't Britt.

This shit is haunted.

I mean, it's a freaking ghost haunt,

or I'm ripped off my tits.

Call Zak Bagans, 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...

-...but it didn't work and she died, Dad.
-You did everything right.

-She just died.
-Listen, I... 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?
-They 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.

And 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 wanna talk to him?

-Your father is there for a reason.
-Please come back.

-Leave her be, Chris.
- I will, 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 gotta promise me
you're always gonna remember that,

-and promise me, no matter what happens...
-That's enough.

Jeff, Jeff. Britt. Hey, Britt!

God!

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 Nic.

Mr. Raven, this is not
progressing your case.

- I remind you that the clock is ticking.
-'Cause 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.

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.

You comprehend. That's...

Well, that's great. Okay. You comprehend.

Hell of a bedside manner you have there.

I also comprehend that you're
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.

Okay.

Mr. Raven.

Okay.

I need my partner.

Give me Jaq.

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 wanna to talk to my partner.

-Which one is it?
-The second one, character stuff.

Jaq knows me and Nic.

-Yeah, hello.
-Detective Diallo,

you're 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, man.
-Jaq, I couldn't have done this.

You gotta believe me. I...

Wait, wait. Who was first on scene?

Air unit. Hey, am I clear to enter?

Yeah. Go right in.

-I'm inside.
-Good, good.

I need us to walk the scene.

Jaq, come on.

Hey, listen, Chris.

-Jaq, 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, Jaq, come on, let's walk it.
-Hey, listen, Chris,

we need to get something
really clear here first.

You know I'm down for this,

but if it ends up looking bad for 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?

We got it right here.
I'm gonna rotate it right now.

Make sure you double check that
against the dispatch logs.

Chris?
You think Nicole took a swing at them?

Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

Hey, can you clear this out, please?

You got it, Detective.

Jaq, get in the Kitchen.

I don't think you wanna see this, Chris.

Jaq, show me what we got there.

You may enter the kitchen,
Detective Diallo.

Whose footprints are those?

They belong to your daughter.

Jesus.

We got a struggle here.

What's that? Up by the countertop?

Right there. Far corner. Get close.

Generating scene reconstruction
from trajectory data.

See that?

I bet Nic threw that plate.

-Puts the suspect in the kitchen.
-I mean, Nic'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.

Nic was kinda scared of that knife.
I always did the prep.

What about fibers?

Fibers all match stuff in the closet, Jaq.

My hair, my skin,
my DNA's all over the place.

You're thinking it. Spill it.

It's a classic crime of passion, Chris.
I mean,

the 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.

If that's what it is,
we need to work it like one.

Can I see Nic's phone records?

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?

Yeah, 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 are
to friends and colleagues

-at Viking Shipping.
-Wait.

That night we fought,
she was texting someone.

Can I see Britt's videos again?

You know
I was banking on the lieutenant's spot

-to pay for it.
-Britt needs her own space.

You've been promising it for months.

It's a basement. All it needs is drywall.

-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.

It's work.

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.

I mean, can you call it?

- I don't know the number.
-Have you ever called it?

What? 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.

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.
-If it was a guy she was calling...

Yeah, 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...

The phone is somewhere in the vicinity
of the Hollywood Red Zone.

Shit. With traffic
that'll take me 30 minutes.

Okay, Jaq, 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?

Come on, 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 quilt

has reduced to 96.7%.

Wow, that's peachy.

Control to air four,
we have tally on Red Zone LZ.

That zone is hot and active.
Multiple 415s.

Detective Diallo,
be advised you're entering a Red Zone.

Maintain altitude.

Hostiles may try to hijack the copter.

I'm a minute out.

You're putting me
right on the edge of a Red Zone.

-Get up.
-Shit.

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.

Stop, LAPD. Stay where you are!

We got him, Jaq.

Stop right there!

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's
a little bit of both.

Hey! Hey!

Where'd he go? Where'd he go?

Well, where was he?

Yo, what's going on, everybody?

You're in the kitchen with Chef Burke.

Looks like he's comfortable with a knife.

Jaq, that's him!

Chef, Chef,
I need you guys to cover for me, okay?

They're chasing me. I don't know why.

-Move, now!
-Where's that door go?

-Where'd he go?
-Undetermined.

There are no cameras'
coverage in that area.

Damn it!

Hell, Detective Diallo, I'm really sorry.

-We lost him.
-Shit!

Releasing the tracking drone.

Wait, are you still tracking his cell?

Signal is intermittent
but appears to be moving upwards.

Detective Diallo, do you copy?

Copy.

Jaq, we're headin' your way now.

I don't see him.

Chris, you guys see him?

Jaq, he's at your 6 o'clock.

LAPD. Stop! Stop!

-Go to the other side!
-Go around.

No, no, no.

-Go, go, go, go, go.
-Hey!

-Hey!
-Hey, stop!

-Burke!
-Hey!

-He's slowin' down!
-Hey!

Jaq!

Come on, Jaq.

Jaq, I don't have time for this.
I need to talk to him right now.

-Stay there! Don't move!
-Mr. Burke, you're speaking with

the Mercy Court chamber.
You must be truthful at all times.

Listen, 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?

What do you mean, "why the hell"?
Listen to me.

I get 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.

-All right, relax.
-What a deadbeat.

-What?
-1 said, "What the hell is Nic doing

with a deadbeat like you?"

Mr. Raven.

-What was she doing with me?
-You need to relax.

What was she doing with me?
She was getting everything

-that you couldn't give her. That's what!
-Shut...

-All right.
-Mr. Burke, remain calm,

and I expect no further insults

directed at Mr. Burke from you.

Why don't you just
tell me about you and Nic?

Okay.

We met at the farmers' market
that she goes to...

and I don't know. She's...

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 handset.

Yeah, I've got two phones. So what?

-Wait, 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.

Hey.

-I missed you.
-All right.

That's enough. I get it.
Where were you going this morning?

I was here running breakfast service.
All right?

There's a whole team here
to back me up on that.

-It's not him.
-Stop moving.

-You're not putting me in that chair.
-I said stop moving!

-Move it!
-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 needed somebody to talk to.

Somebody to listen to her,
about your daughter...

-Enough.
-...about that crap at work.

All you had to do was focus
more on your kid and your wife,

but instead you killed her.

-Okay, enough.
- I guess she was right about your

-anger problem.
-Cuff him. Arrest him.

-Now. Arrest him.
-Arrest me for what? He just said I was...

-Resisting arrest. Pissing me off!
-He just said it wasn't me.

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 Nic 'cause 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 quick to look for an affair.
-'Cause I suspected something.

Maybe. I mean, I didn't know for sure,
but I'm not surprised.

Not now. Just, it's...

I guess I just kept lettin' 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?

Well... about a year.

What's going on in here?

-This has to stop.
-Why are you filming 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 am filming you because...
-Why were you filming me?

I am filming you because I need you
to watch it when you're sober. All right?

They were all so damn proud of me
after I got sober.

Nic, Britt, Rob.

Called AA. I'm going to my first meeting
on Tuesday.

I miss you.

I miss you both.

One year.

One year.

-And one day.
-One year and one day.

I got it yesterday.

That went by fast.

That went by fast. You did so well.

-Thank you.
-My pleasure.

I don't think I can do it four times,
so I might have to start drinkin' 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-45, we're 11-96
on that possible hit-and-run SUV.

California plates
three David, Henry, Ida, 832.

PCH south of Topanga.

-Looks like they dumped it and booked.
-Yeah.

-Vehicle confirms for wants and warrants.
-10-4.

All right, let's check it.

Yeah. Can't talk, Nic.

No, no, no.

Talk to your woman. I got this.

Yeah, yeah. No, he's good.

No, I didn't, babe.

No. Nic... Nic, just...

Honey, you gotta dial it 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...

Baby, it makes it worse
that your dad's defending...

Gun!

-There's two of 'em!
-Ray.

-There's two. Chris!
-Ray!

You sure you're good, brother?
I make one turn, we're at UCLA ER in five.

No, it's not broke!

Stay on 'em and get that piece of shit.

Officer Vale has been shot. I'm gonna pit.

I need a medivac now!

Ambulance is en route. Over.

Hey, hold on, Ray.

Hey, stay with me, Ray.

Ray!

Ray! Ray, talk to me, Ray!

Officer down!

This is Henry one-three. Copy that.

Hey, get on the ground!

We got a runner.

Police! Stop!

I shoulda done it myself on that beach.

Stop!

Get over here! Freeze!

Turn around. Put your hands on your head.

I should have killed him.

There isn't a day that goes by
that I don't wish I had.

Verdict 4-B, we the jury
find the defendant, Alex Varga,

not guilty of the murder of Ray Vale.

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 kinda 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 straightaway 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

'cause she'd already thrown my bottle
in the recycling.

Do not come in here! Get out of my house!

Get out of my house! Don't you dare.

You locked me out of my own house?

It is not your house!

Tell me where you put it.
Where is my flask?

So, I broke her favorite vase.

I threw it on the floor
'cause 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' commercial
for Mercy Court.

Mom?

I guess if she got mad enough
to tell me about Burke.

I'm just saying...

maybe you got a point about motive.

Mr. Raven...

If I was already angry,
maybe I grabbed the 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%. Maddox, 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 quilt 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 wanna 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 Nic is wondering

how the hell I could commit a crime
of passion when there was no passion left.

Shit.

I mean, do you think that could be it?

- I do not know what "it" is.
-Maddox, I'm just thinkin' out loud.

Thinking is inherently silent
due to the brain's...

It's an expression, Your Honor.

So, I can keep going?

I can keep looking for evidence,
you're saying?

Providing you do not inadvertently
confess to murder,

yes, you may use the remaining time.

Who?

Why?

How?

-Mr. Raven?
-Still thinkin' out loud, here.

Can you show me everyone
Nic had regular contact with?

The protocols of this court
require me to point out

that embarking on a full-blown
murder investigation with just

-40 minutes available to you...
-Good. Wow.

...carries with it
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...

-You really had me going there.
-...of the fact that you...

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.

Parents too.

Can you split friends and work?

25 people.

Add 'em to the board.

Come on, Nic, who was it?

Well, I guess he was right.

-Who?
-Burke.

If I'd been there for her, maybe
she'd have told me about some of the...

Somebody to listen to her,
about your daughter...

-All right, enough.
-...about all that crap at work.

All you had to do was focus 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.

He's getting printed.

Hold on, you say "Raven"?

-Aren't you the guy who stuck...
-Yeah, yeah, that guy.

Well, I don't think
I should be puttin' him...

Officer, this is Judge Maddox
at the Mercy Court.

Please give Mr. Burke your cellular phone.

I'll get Burke now.

Thank you.

Okay. Wanna 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, thinkin' out loud.

Hey, Burke!

-Yeah?
-You got a phone call.

Who?

-Raven?
-You talk to me

or you talk to the judge.

You said Nic 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.

What 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 snoopin'.
Looking into her coworkers

because of that... stuff went missing.

I can't remember what
she said it was called,

but it was some chemical
that they were shipping out.

-All they ship is chemicals!
-Yeah, 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 the 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 him 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?

You wouldn't even have to ask me if you...

Hey, Burke? 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 a... we had the barbecue.
Where's Jaq?

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.

Look, we got 37 minutes,
Jaq, just play along.

Detective Diallo, please cooperate.

-Okay.
-All right.

I'm playin' a hunch.
You need to get to Viking Shipping Depot.

Yep.

You're playing a hunch? What is a hunch?

Trusting 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 programed wrong?

Okay. I can't even remember
who half these people are.

Did Britt film anything at the barbecue?

-Hello.
-How are ya?

-Good.
-That'll get you likes.

-Oh, yeah. Yes.
-Huh? What do you think?

-So many likes.
-What do you think?

-It's...
-Do it this...

-Smile, Holt.
-Not right now.

Holt 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.

Hey!

All right, who wants some watermelon?

All right, if one of these did it,
maybe the barbecue gave 'em 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 9:00 and 10:30 this morning.

-None of them stopped.
-How 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.

Wait. Bill Peterson. House behind ours.

He's a bird nut.
He's got a camera out back. It's...

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.

William Peterson's Internet provider
has experienced an outage.

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, 2:00 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.

There's what? Three
people riding with him?

Okay. I need to talk to Rob.

I'm not following.

Please, just get Rob on the phone.

-Hello?
-Mr. Nelson, this is Judge Maddox

-in the Mercy chamber.
-Yeah, I saw the number.

Hey, Rob. Buddy, I'm on the clock.

Who'd you give a ride to on Sunday?

-To the barbecue?
-Yeah.

Carla, Marie, and Leo.

Okay. Did any of them not leave with you?

None of 'em.

You know, there wasn't really a plan,

so I ended up taking home Bill and Debra.

Everybody else must have
found their own way. Got Ubers.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Hey, did anybody not show up
to work yesterday? Anybody missing?

Nope. No one that I know of.

Okay. All right. Sorry, man, I gotta go.

Okay. Let me know
if you need anything else.

All right. This still could be it.

Please, can you clarify your meaning?

Just give me a second, okay?

All right,
can you give me Britt's video again?

The one with the sleazebag?

Mom's in her bed crying.

Dad legit scared the shit out of us
yesterday.

Telling you, dude's dangerous.

I heard my mom talk 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 9:15 p.m.

- I know how they did it.
-Mr. Raven?

Access department logs.

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 to the murder,

but she saw something, okay? I know it.

LAPD Detective Chris Raven's Mercy trial...

Hey, Britt! Britt, you there, kiddo?

...has now been underway for nearly an hour.

Go away.

This footage of his arrest...

What's goin' 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 yourselves 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.

Well, everyone on the Internet's 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 talkin' about.

Britt, who are you talking to?

-I'm going.
-Wait, Britt.

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.

-Okay, I need a minute, Grandpa.
-Okay.

Britt, 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, hon.

-No. Why are you looking at my stuff?
- I know, kiddo. I shouldn't have, honey.

Okay, it's not right. I'm sorry,

but you gotta 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?

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.

-Oh, my God.
-Okay, this is last night.

-It's so dark in here.
-Britt, you recorded it, right?

You put it up on your Instagram.

You posted about looking for a ghost?

Yeah, after I heard the noise.

I mean, it's a freaking ghost haunt,
or I'm ripped off my tits.

-Call Zak Bagans, guys.
-Pause. Pause it.

Britt, honey,
were you in the basement last night?

No.

You sure? And you didn't check it?

Dad, you know I don't go down there.

We always keep that door closed.
Play it again.

I mean, it's a freaking ghost haunt,
or I'm ripped off my tits.

-Call Zak Bagans, guys.
-Pause.

Can you clean it up?

He never left.

He came for the party.
Rideshared to get there.

Everyone thought he got a lift home
with someone else, but he didn't.

-He hid in my basement for two days.
-Wait, there was someone in the house?

- I gotta go, kiddo. I love you.
-No, Dad. Who killed Mom?

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out
and I'll call you back,

I promise, and I love you.
I love you, honey.

Okay, so it looks like a man.

So, we rule out the women
and the people who drove.

They had to drive themselves home
from the barbecue.

Why hasn't my guilt dropped?

What appears to be a man in your basement
could simply be a shadow.

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.

Shit. 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.

I'm looking for missing stock.

Wait, what is that? "UG"?

It most likely refers to urea granules.

Synthetic urea appears frequently
on Viking's records.

All right, still looking.

Who's "the three of us"?

There's an email from the sixth.

UG. Holt knew.

-How much was missing?
-For the past six months,

every delivery to Biobeauty
has had a discrepancy.

Each shipment has had an additional

50 kilo container of urea granules

-listed on the delivery docket.
-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 the stock records

to cover up the fact that
urea granules are going missing.

Six months at maybe
six missing containers, what's that?

Three hundred 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 others in society.

So if someone took it and sold it,
they made bank.

Sure as hell wouldn't want to get caught.

So maybe Holt found something,
didn't get a chance to tell Nic.

Open Holt's inbox. Search Nicole Raven.

Okay, this was Friday, 2:30 p.m.

It's gone too far already,
we should just go to the cops.

I can 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 on the line!

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.

Oh, my God.

Holy shit, he's in big trouble.

Rob's been bailing him out?

Well, this is it. This is it, right?
I mean, we got him.

You're not serious?

Money is a 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 he left the app open.

And, Chris...

Good luck, pal.

Gimme 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.

All right.

We're gonna have to make him talk.
Jaq's gonna have to make him talk.

Where is she?

Detective Diallo is four minutes away.

Maddox, can you track where he was
this morning?

I am having trouble
verifying a clear alibi

for 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've caught him.

Loading.

Almost there.

Yo, any idea where Rob's at?

I have this morning's footage
from Bill Peterson's bird camera.

I'm afraid there's nothing.

What? Nothing?

All right, just show me. Slower.

Slower. Slower.

Wait, what? What's this one?
The timing's right.

The camera was motion activated at

10:08 a.m.

God damn it, is that... That's all?

The camera was not triggered again until

11:43 a.m.

All right, 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.

Whoa, I'm not stalling, man. Chill.

Bullshit. I was gonna 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 Nic

-so she couldn't talk.
-Whoa, 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 Nic 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. But...
-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 Nic
the way he talked to me.

Let her know it was all gonna be cool,
you know?

But... wanted to do it
after everyone else left.

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 at your place
the weekend...

Viking trucks are all tracked?

Okay.

There. That one. The one in Los Feliz.

That is Robert Nelson's home address.
The truck is not moving.

Jaq, are you hearing me?

-I'm touching down at Viking.
-No, scratch that.

You need to get to 698 Tracy Street.

We're going after Rob Nelson.

Your Rob?

All right, I'm on my way.

SWAT unit four,
head over to 698 Tracy Street,

-stat.
-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.

-What, still?
-In the absence of new, verifiable facts,

your quilt is holding above the threshold.

Do you honestly think that I killed Nic?

The facts are all that I'm permitted

-to consider.
-Come on. What's your gut say?

- I do not function that way.
-What about what you said to Britt?

You told her that maybe I didn't kill Nic.
You remember?

-No, I was merely acknowledging the...
-Bullshit!

I'm just asking, what do you think?

I cannot... 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 court. I'm Judge Maddox,

-and I'm going to preside over your...
-You all right?

Am.

I'm functioning within normal parameters.
Thank you.

Okay. Let's just put a pin in that one.

This is Ten-David, Lieutenant Vogel.
We're en route to your lead.

All right, Dan, I'm glad it's you.

Chris, 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 nine-millimeter.

Roger that.

All right, guys,
we're en route to location.

Suspect armed with an AR-15.

Go!

Occupant of 698,

this is Lieutenant Vogel
with the Los Angeles Police Department,

Exit the residence or we will make entry.

All right, Chris, we're going in.

Diallo, touching down.

Never late for the action, huh, Jaq?

LAPD! We have a search warrant.
Open the door!

We made entry, Jaq.

Give me two in the bedroom! Lock it down!

LAPD, we have a search warrant!

Living room, clear! Move!
Give me some people in the backyard.

-Kitchen, clear!
-Let's go!

-He's not there.
-Spread out!

-And where's the damn truck?
-The vehicle's GPS is at the house.

Yeah, 'cause he took it off.

-Can you scan traffic cameras??
-1 already am.

The license plates of the trucks

are not being detected
by any cameras in the city.

He probably ditched "em.

Jaq, I need you to put out an APB
on a Viking Shipping Truck.

-Can we track it?
-No, we gotta go old school.

All units, be on the lookout
for a Viking Shipping Truck.

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. 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 reference and 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.
Jaq, did you get that? We're out back.

Initiate.

Move!

-All right, move in. Go!
-Go!

-Corners clear.
-What we got here?

Active fire.

Ten-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 gotta 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 rig
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 product,

the estimated street value
would be in excess of

16 million dollars.

I mean, could he have?
Could he have? He made drugs?

Rob Nelson achieved a master's degree
in electrical engineering.

There are potentially transferable skills
from that to chemistry.

Yeah, we gotta figure
he's headin' to a supply meeting.

Take the cash, disappear.

Hey, Jaq, 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? To the barbecue?

Hey, Lieutenant, take a look at this.

-Carla, Marie, and Leo.
-Chris, we might have something here.

Some kinda chemical in here.

Those contained urea granules.

So he was cooking product.

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 it, Maddox.
-Some sort of handbook.

Checking it out.

-And 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, Jaq.

Chris, I have it.

-Dan, I'm going after our sub.
-Roger that.

How much explosives is he carrying?

Based on the ride height,
the load on the suspension

appears to weigh
in excess of 3,000 pounds.

All right. Where's he going in that thing?

He's heading south on the 101
towards Downtown.

Wait, did he just speed up?

His speed is increasing.

Sixty... 70 miles per hour.

He will reach Downtown in three minutes.

Chris, I have a match.

Can you find out who that is?

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 Nic.
It was about me and you.

His target is the Mercy Court.
Jaq, his target is Mercy.

He's doin' it for revenge.
Rob is David Webb's brother.

What?

I processed 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 route
before we acquired it.

Wait. Can I talk to Britt quick?

Please, Maddox.

-Hello.
-Jeff, put Britt on.

You had your chance to talk to her, Chris.

-You'll never get another one.
- I didn't do it, Jeff.

-I'm not gonna listen to this!
-And I've got the guy who did.

Did you hear me? I didn't do it.

-Wait, you mean...
-Now put Britt on.

She went out front
to get some air, I guess.

I'll be back in a sec.

Maddox, pull up Jeff's doorbell camera.

No. No way.

No, he wouldn't.

-No! What are...
-Just take...

-No.
-Grandpa!

No, no way. No.

Jaq, it's Britt.

Get in the air,
you gotta get on that truck.

Jaq, we got a timer!

-Dan, get out! Get outta there!
-Avalanche!

Get the hell outta there.

Everyone, move! Get outta there!
Now, get out!

-Put it out!
-Jaq?

Jaq?

Jaq?

Could that have been it?

Could that have been the bomb?

Maddox?

That was only a small volume
of the explosive materials

that he likely had available.

If he detonates...

fatalities could number in the thousands.

Oh, my God.

Jaq, you okay?

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.
-Wait. No.

- I have to.
-You stop the trial, we cut off.

Right? We lose cloud access?

-Yes, correct.
-No.

No way. We gotta stop Rob first.
I'm staying in the chair.

-The SWAT team are all dead.
-If the SWAT team are dead,

and Nic is dead, and if Rob gets away
with whatever he's planned,

then they will all have died for nothing.

-The rules of this court...
-To hell with the rules.

-No. I cannot. No!
-Break 'em. Bend 'em!

And if you stay in that chair,
you're going to be executed.

Everything you deduced...

The facts...

made it appear impossible.

Impossible.

Your... gut instincts were...

-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've failed
the people I love 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 him,
the same way we found him.

Together.

Okay.

LAPD units are in position.

The stolen big rig here now
on the highway, you can see |it.

-Looks like...
-Suspect is exiting the 101.

Jaq, 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.

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 Havelock on the line.

Hold back! Goddamn it!

I'm tailing him.
Backup's just arrived on the scene.

Captain Havelock with tactical
has been notified.

We will establish
a communication line with him shortly.

We're gonna go live
to our news chopper right now,

give us some more information
and a better perspective of this chase

that's going on
through Downtown, Los Angeles.

Police say it is very dangerous.

It is being chased
by several LAPD squad cars.

Okay, we are warning people
to not go outside

and try and take pictures of this chase.

Devastating situation right now
on Grand Avenue.

-Chris, you're live with Havelock.
-Go ahead, Havelock.

This is Captain Havelock 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 could 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 options. Force him east on 6th.

All right. We got him. He's going for it.

Havelock, I hope you're ready
'cause we're sending him your way.

All set 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...

Aerial unit is in pursuit.

Havelock, 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 in.

Easy does it, boys.

No, Jaq. Tell 'em they're too close!

Pull back! Pull back!

Not too close now.

Target is boxed in.

Aerial unit is touching down...

Shit!

Fall back!

Abort!

-No!
-All units, this is Detective Jaq Diallo.

As ranking officer,
I'm taking over incident command.

If he clears the bridge,
he'll turn back to Mercy.

Havelock, send in the ordnance.

Take him out.

Wait. No. What?

If he gets that bomb back into
a populated area, he will destroy the...

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.

Jaq, you gotta call Havelock off. Jaq?

No!

Get me on with Havelock.

You have a channel to him now.

Havelock, 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.

Havelock, send it now.

No!

Havelock, 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.

Havelock, don't do it!

No!

-Shit!
-Misfire. No detonation!

No detonation! Move out!

No detonation! Clear out! Get in!

Was that you?

We're all out of options.

Chris, do you hear me?

He's turning back towards Mercy.

He is three minutes away.

-I'm gonna issue an order to evacuate.
-Please evacuate immediately.

Please evacuate immediately.

All teams, move in.

Please evacuate immediately.

Please evacuate immediately.

Jaq, I need you.

-For what?
-We're gonna 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.

You are 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 gonna talk me down, Chris.

Dad, help!

Rob, you can 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 coulda helped him.

I coulda gotten him straight.

You started all of this, man...

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!
-Don't listen to him, Dad!

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 gonna set things right?

No. I tried. I called. I spoke to...

We can't let him get away with this!

And she, she told me that if I...

Shut your mouth!

Jaq! Was that... What are you doing?

This is bullshit!

What do you think?
I had a shot, and I took it.

-Britt is in the truck. Are you nuts?
-] said stop!

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.
-Dad!

-Britt.
-Efficiency.

-Maddox!
-Efficiency.

End the trial. I have to get out there!

Move!

This is the Mercy Capital Court.

I'm Judge Maddox,
and I'm going to preside over your...

Maddox! Maddox, end the trial.

I'm programed to remain online
until I stop the trial recording.

And [ still have internal network access.

Christopher Raven to the lobby.

Christopher Raven, you are...

-Maddox! End the trial!
-...wanted in the lobby.

Now.

Maddox!

I will assist you however I can.

Please evacuate the building.

Please evacuate immediately.

Please evacuate immediately.

Evacuate the building quickly!

Please evacuate immediately.

Rob Nelson, this is
the LAPD hostage negotiating team.

Come on. Talk to me, Rob.

-No need for anybody to get hurt here.
-Chris!

-You got me, Maddox?
-Yep, I have you.

We know you have Britt Raven in there.

-Bring her on out, Rob.
-You got a visitor.

Can't do this, Rob!

About two years I've been planning this!

Okay, wait.

Two years since you put
an innocent man to death in that chair...

He wants to think that
his brother was not a murderer,

so 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.

All right. Do it.

-Nelson, put the gun down.
-Chris, get out here! Now!

-Dad!
-Okay!

-Dad! Please.
-It's okay!

It's okay! It's okay, kiddo.

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

Let her go, Rob.

You can do anything you want to me,
just let her go.

You said that Nic 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.

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 workin'?

Dead-man switch.

Did you think I was really gonna
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!

Mr. Nelson, I'm Judge Maddox.

You claim your brother was innocent?

Before you destroy me and this court
I suggest that

-you put your case on the record.
-What?

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 of David Webb... open.

Okay.

In that case, please. Proceed.

About two years ago, I found him.

June 15th, Third and Hobart,
about four in the afternoon.

He was all full of 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 Killin' that lady,

I was talking to him!

-His detonator appears...
-Okay?

-...to lack any arming mechanism.
-Go back and check my cell phone records.

-There's an 82% chance that...
- I know you got 'em.

-...pulling the battery pack...
-Are you listening?

...will render it inert without detonation.

You are not listening to me!

- I am listening very closely, Mr. Nelson.
-No.

The body of Valerie Bennett
was found in an underpass at 6:00 a.m.

She had been stabbed to death
at approximately 10:00 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 10:00 p.m.

We talked for over an hour!

You do not care about the truth!

You are just 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.

Britt!

No!

Dad!

On your knees!

Turn around!

Chris! No. Don't.

He murdered Nic!

He's gonna pay.

Now, get up!

This doesn't fix anything.

-Shut your mouth.
-Dad, don't!

Please.

Dad!

Dad!

I was on the phone with him
the whole time, Chris.

I called your precinct.

No, Jaq. Not now! Nope!

-Let me finish this.
-No, Jaq!

Hey! Hey!

Back up. Okay.

-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... God!

Maddox, verify.

It was July 15th.

-Hello?
-Hey, buddy, it's me. It's Rob.

Do you think I can maybe
crash at your place for a while,

just till I get back on my feet?

Of course. Anything you need.

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?

-Jaq?
-Stop.

-You need to hear me, Chris.
-You took him in, Jaq.

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 Jaq's bodycam.

Phone tracking records show the phone
in the evidence room at this time.

But it wasn't processed.

Why is it missing, Jaq?

Did you drive straight home that night,
Jaq, 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'd destroy it all if this gets out.

We need justice, Jaq.

Not this.

Detain Detective Diallo and Robert Nelson.

-Let's go.
-Let's move on out, guys.

Get up. On your feet.

-Dad.
-Britt, hey. Hey.

You're okay.

-Hey, are you hurt?
-No.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah. I'm okay.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm sorry I ever thought
you could hurt Mom.

I got you.

I'm not going anywhere.

Chris...

What have we done?

We just did what we're programed to do.

Human or Al.

We all make mistakes...

and we learn.

Yes, we do.

Maddox?