All language subtitles for Accused.2023.S01E10

(soft dramatic music)

(buzzers ringing from afar)

(door rattling)
- It's time.

(rap song)

(loud indistinct chatter)

(squealing)
- Oh, my gosh.

- So you want a bunny?

- We already have a dog.
- Maybe your dog wants a bunny?

- Maybe...

- Yeah.

Um, come on.

- I know, I love you so much.

I'm sorry.
- It's okay. Maybe next time.

- So we have a dog now?

- Yeah. Didn't you know?
- Yeah, no, I didn't.

That was not--
- I had to say something.

'Cause, you know, you were
getting that look on your face

and I was losing
the will to say no.

Plus I'll be the one
looking after it.

- Yeah, you always say that but
I don't think it's true, really.

I'm responsible.
(shouting)

- Are you seeing this?
- Yeah.

(man): White people are
under attack.

The invasion across our borders
by the uneducated,

the unskilled, the hordes
of pathetic people is
unchecked...

(indistinct speech)

- Oh, my God.

(shouting)

Oh, my God, dude,
it's Sunday.

Go to brunch.

(man): Stand your ground.
Stand your ground!

(engine starting)

As long as one white man lives,

all of our land will never be
your land

and you will never replace us.

- Okay, babe, seriously,
can we please go?

Aaliyah!

Please.
- Are you okay?

- No. No, I'm not. Can we go?
- Yes, we can go.

It's okay.

- It's really not.
It's not okay.
- Hey, hey, hey... it's okay.

- No, it's not.
That's why I moved here,
to get away from that.

Can we just...
I just really want to go home.

- You wanna go?
- Yeah, I do.

- Okay, we'll go home.

(tires screeching)
(crowd shouting in fear)

(beeping)

(key rattling in the door)

- Still at it?
- Yeah, I think
I have something.

I'm talking to this guy
who was there at the scene.

- Well, who says he was there.

- Nuh-uh. No.

No. He... he knows things.

Details.
I think he knows the driver.

- Wait, is that you?

White Future?

Do you really think
this is healthy?

Trolling the internet
as a white supremacist?

Sweetie...

you've been at this
for a week now.

It's driving you crazy.

No, the fact that our friend
Jordan is in a body cast

and may never walk again
is driving me crazy.

The police doing nothing,

that's driving me crazy.

And do you wanna know what's
driving me the most crazy?

It's all the people
that were there that day

saying how incensed they are

but not doing a damn thing
about it.

Hey...

I just...

Look, I didn't mean you.

- I'm upset about it too, okay?

I'm not saying that
we ignore it. I just...

I don't want to see you
get swallowed up.

There's no bottom to this,
it's toxic.

I lived with it, I know.

Just being around it
will destroy you.

And now you're in it, 24/7.

(sighs)
- Okay. Alright.

Hey...

Let's just... forget about
all of that for right now, okay?

I'm here.

I'm here with you.

- Uh, maybe you could be like...
here with me.

- Possibly.
(chuckling)

- Oh, my God.

(pop music)

(indistinct PA announcement)

(buzzer ringing)

- Oh, baby,
what's the occasion?

- Um, peace.

- Hmm.

- Has there been a war?

- Uh, you know what I mean.

And look you're not the only one

who's been acting a little crazy
ever since we were almost
run over.

I think I let this stuff
get to me

more than I realized

and I'm really sorry
if I took it out on you.

(beeping)

Is that...?
- I... I'm sorry.

I just, he's... this is when
he said he'd be back online.

- I... I thought you said
you were giving this stuff up?

- I am.
I am.

I just I need
to find the driver.

- Okay. Now...

- What are you...
what are you doing?

- Were you even listening to me?

You know what?
Forget it. Seriously.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going out.

- What? You can't.
- What do you mean I can't.

- Wait, you can't.
Really, hey.

- Yes, I can.
- Wait, wait, wait.

He's here.

- W... who's here?
- Uh, the guy.

Um, the guy
I've been talking to.

- You told him where we live?

- No, I... of course not.

- Well then,
how did he get here?

- I don't know.

(scoffs)

- Is that him?
(beeping)

What'd he say?

(beeping)
- Um, he wants to meet me.

- You can't. He thinks that
you're a white supremacist.

- I know.

I can't meet him...

but you can.

- No.
I'm not doing it.

- Essie, somebody has
to go down there.

Look...

when that guy points his car
towards the crowd,

he's not aiming for you.

He's aiming for me.

People like me.

That guy down there,

I know he was there
and I know he knows things.

Please.

Please, Essie.

- White Future?

- 88?

- I'm sorry for just
showin' up unannounced.

- Yeah well, you should be.

- I didn't mean to scare you,
I just...

I had to make sure you are
who you say you are.

- You're not expecting me
to invite a stranger
up to my apartment, are you?

- I mean, I take exception
to the word stranger.

C'mon let's just
at least grab a drink,

I've come all this way.

(buzzer ringing)

- Alright, let me just...
thank you.

I have got some good news.

The DA came in
with a new settlement offer.

He's willing to take
first-degree murder
off the table

if you plead to second.

But he'll need you
to make a statement.

Just a formal
expression of remorse.

- No.

- Esme.
- No way.

I don't regret what I did.

- Esme, when you get rid
of first degree,

life without the possibility
of parole goes away too.

As your attorney,

I strongly recommend that you
give this some serious thought.

- There's nothing
to think about.

- Esme, are you sure?

- I'm sure.

Okay...

Well, put this on.

Your trial starts
in a half an hour.

(buzzer ringing)

Thank you.

(theme music)

(hard rock music)

- I'm sorry if I spooked you.

I just, I thought you were kinda
pushing for us to get together.

- Maybe I was.

So did you uh,
track my IP address?

- Well, I half expected you
to be a cop.

It all seemed
too good to be true.

- Then why'd you come?

- Guess I had a hunch
you'd be worth it.

Hell, what are the odds, right?

"Holy Waters?"

- The Bible Camp.

- Concentration camp,
if you ask me.

Yeah, I can't believe
I told you I went there.

- It's a small world, huh?

It feels kinda cosmic.

The two of us.

- You think you're
pretty charming, don't you?

- Is it working?

(chuckles)

So tell me... what's a girl
like you even doing here?

- Making a living.

- Yeah, but how do you stand it?

You know, the smell of 'em.
- Hmm...

- Just walking down the street,
they leave a residue.

- Yeah, I mean "If it's brown,
flush it down" right?

My daddy had that
on his bumper.

Back when we were allowed
to have free speech.

- Amen.
(chuckles)

(bottles tinkling)

- You know, I, um...
I have to admit I was
a little bit jealous.

- Of?

- Well, you were there
when it happened.

Driver a friend of yours?

- Maybe.

- Or maybe you are being modest.

- The truth?
- Mm-hmm.

I don't think it was worth it.

All that heat, over what?
A drop in the bucket.

We've got somethin'
much bigger planned.

- Oh yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

What do you say
I get us another round?

- Yeah.

(door opening)
You know you really could have
warned me?

- There wasn't any time. I just,
everything happened so fast.

- He knew everything about me.

You used my whole life.
- Essie, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.
Really, I...

Look, I only did it because
I needed him to trust me.

I'm sorry, Essie.

Are you okay?

- I'm calling the police.

- So that's him?

- And he says he's planning
something else.

Something big.

- So what's his name?

- Uh, 88 is his handle. 88.

- 88?

You sat with this guy how long
and you didn't get his name?

- No, if I had asked him he
would have gotten up and left.

Look, he's dangerous.
I know him.

I mean, not him specifically

but we went to the same bible
camp and he says he knows the
driver who ran down our friend.

- I mean, he may even be
the driver.

- Yeah.

- He knows things like
the cracked windshield.

- Maybe he watched the video.
A lot of people did.

Look, look, look, he says
he lives upstate

with some people at a compound,
or a farm or something.

We think that's
where the car is.

- And you want me to drop
everything and track him down

for meeting you at a bar.

- You're not going to do
anything, are you?

- What I am gonna do is tell you
to stop playing detective.

- I'm not playing!

- Anything comes up,
we'll let you know, okay?

In the meantime,
let us do our job, okay?

(door closing)
- He's not gonna do anything.

- Yeah, well...

it's kinda how it goes,
isn't it?

But hey, you were right.

I never should have invited
that guy into our lives.

I'm sorry I put you
in that position, okay?

Look, let's just drop it now.

Yeah?

- Hey, you okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

(man): All rise.

Department Seventy
of the Superior Court is now
in session,

Judge Morse presiding.

- What are you doing?

- I've been talking to him.

- Are you serious?

Uh... Essie.

- He invited me upstate
to their compound where he lives
with those people.

- You...

But you're not actually
thinking about going, right?

- It's like you said.

Everyone's so mad about it
but nobody's doing anything.

And now they're planning
on doing something else
and the cops won't get involved.

I can't...
I can't let that happen.

- Essie...
- Listen, listen to me, baby.

(Essie sighs.)

When I was a kid...

I was riding with my brother
Charlie

and there was this black kid
on the corner.

Charlie just...

threw a bottle at his head.

The kid screamed,
charged at us,

he didn't know there was a truck
full of Charlie's buddies
right behind us.

They all got out and...

started kicking
the hell outta him.

And he was screaming.

And there was...
blood all over the street.

And you know what I did?

Nothing.

I just watched.

- You were a kid.

- But I'm not anymore.

- Essie...

please, you cannot go with him.

- I already said yes.

(beeping)

He's here.

- Okay.
- But what are you doing?

- No, no, no. No, no.

- I'm gonna show him who
he's really been talking to.

- So then what?
So then you get killed?

And they get away with it?

Listen to me,

Okay? My whole life,

I thought I was brave
for getting out but I wasn't.

I was always just running.

Scared. Always.

And I'm sick of it.

I love you.

I love you, okay?

I need to go.
- No, please don't go.

- I need to go, okay?

Look, look, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Oh. Okay.

- Don't be shy.

Your boyfriend sent me.

- Uh, he's not my boyfriend.
I don't even know his name.

- And I don't know your name.

- I'm Esme.

People call me Essie.

- Isn't that what Mexicans
call each other?

- No, I think that's Ess-ay.

- I'm messing with you.

But the question is,
are you messing with me?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It means my boy comes back
from the big city

smitten with some girl
who shows up out of nowhere.

- I didn't know
he was anyone's boy.

- You're good at that,
aren't you?

- At what?
- Changing the subject.

- I'm not really sure
what the subject is?

- You.

You know what they say?

You go to somebody,
chances are you can trust them.

But if someone comes to you,
better beware.

Right, right. Well,
that's the thing,
he actually, um...

he actually came to me.

He showed up at my doorstep
unannounced,

which, to be honest,
is pretty creepy.

So maybe I should be
the one grilling you.

- Come on, get in.

You comin' or not?
I don't have all day.
- Uh...

(engine starting)
(knocking on the window)

(keys rattling)

- Something you want to say?

- You look familiar.

- I don't see how.

- Hey.

- I'll leave you to it.

- You want to tell me
what that was all about?

- You mad at me?

I'm sorry, he's paranoid.

It's the only way I'd ever get
to see you again.

- What's his deal, anyway?

- C'mon.
I want you to meet some people.

You comin'?
- Yeah.

- This case isn't about peaceful
protest or civil disobedience.

It's...
(sudden hubbub)

- Move!
- Thank you.

Just a minute, counselor.
(gavel banging)
Order!

- You're in my spot.

(gavel banging)
Order in this court!

Now this is a public trial,
you are allowed to be here.

But I will not tolerate
any further disruption.

Do you recognize any of them?

- No.
(man): What's your problem?

- Please continue, counselor.

- This case is about violence,

lethal violence.

(admirative whistling)

- I told you.
She's perfect.

- Yeah, where'd you learn
to shoot like that?

Oh, um, Quantico.

- What?

- East Tennessee.

- So you two just old friends
from there?

- Uh, no, not really.
- Where then?

- Uh, well, it was after
the "incident" in Brooklyn.

The hysteria down there
was off the charts.

Everyone screaming about the
violence, and the violence.

The violence they brought on
themselves by the way.

It was making me crazy
so I was in need of
some adult conversation

and uh, miraculously
this gentleman appeared.

- Why do you live there?

- Not everyone can live here
in Valhalla.

- Yeah, good point.

If everyone from there
lived here,

it wouldn't be Valhalla,
would it?

- Well, there's something
you can't say out loud, right?

- Why not?

I don't mind the blacks,
I love 'em.

As long as they're in Africa.

Mexicans in Mexico.

Jews in Israel.

Let them have
their so-called culture,

just don't come here
and mess up ours.

And now suddenly
we're the terrorists?

We're the illegals?
(chuckles dryly)

What's happening here,
on our land,

this replacement,

if it was happenin'
anywhere else,

to anyone else
but white Americans,

you know what they'd call it...

they'd call it genocide.

So anything that we do
in response,

that's called self-defense.

(Essie): Yeah.
- What are you clowns doin'?

- Tryin' to make the world
a better place.

- C'mon.
I need your help.

- Now?
- No, tomorrow.

What's with the questions?

- Sorry.
- What's up?

- Nothing.

(man whistling)

Actually, uh...
we might be awhile.

We got something in the works.

(whispering): Something big...

- Don't worry.
He'll be back.

(chuckles)
- So what are they up to?

He said they're
working on something?

- A little surprise party.

- Uh...

Um, I've got to pee.

- Just past the kitchen.
On the left.

- Great.

(door opening)

(soft music)

(exhales)

(phone buzzing)

- Hey.

- What're you doing here?

You know what? Don't.

- Esme?

- I knew I recognized you.

Give me your phone.

- I don't want to.

- Give me your phone.

What's the passcode?

Punch in the passcode.

Do it yourself.

- Punch in the code!
(Esme panting)

- Okay. Okay.

- You disgust me.

(crashing)

She said she was worried
when you got disconnected,
but not anymore.

(chuckles)
Ah, she sent an emoji,

a black girl and a white girl
with a heart in between them.

(Esme crying)
That's exactly what's wrong
with the world right there.

(phone beeps)
Now she's said "be careful"

and I'm going to respond.

Thumbs up.

Pink heart.
Purple heart.

Is there an emoji
for "race traitor"? Hmm?

There should be.

- What are we going
to do with her?

Not a lot of options, now,
are there?

- I won't tell anyone. I swear.
- And why would we believe you?

You've done nothing but lie.
(crying)

You know how I recognized her?

It's from that day.

White citizens peaceably
expressing their concern

for what this nation has become.

And what happens next?

A bunch of mulattoes show up
and shout them down.

Same thing that's happened
in this whole damn state,
this whole damn country.

Them taking over,

telling my people to shut up
and get lost.

And you know what I see
in the middle of this
godforsaken mud ballet?

A white girl, kissing up
on her black girlfriend,

and you know who that was?

You.
(crying): No...!

And seeing you,
I couldn't stand it anymore.

So I started my engine.

And you know
what happened next.

- No, please.
I won't tell anyone.

I won't say a word.
Please, please.

- You got that right.

- Dude, you kill a white girl

and the feds will be
all over us.

- You got a lot of faith
in our law enforcement
all of a sudden.

- I swear. I swear.
Please, please.

- She doesn't know our names,
we can just leave her here
and get lost.

- She likes girls,
you get that, right?

- We've got enough heat on us
as it is, thanks to you.

- Thanks to me?
- Yeah.

- You're the moron
who brought her here,

so unless you want to man up
and take care of this,

get outta my face.

(Esme, panting): No.
Please, please, please.

(groaning)
(rod tinkling)

(Esme whimpering)

(ripping sound)
- Ah!

Ah, no, no!

- The car! Go!

(panting)

(crashing)

(engine starting)

(phone buzzing)

- Hey, baby.

I've been worried. Are you okay?
- I have the car,

the one that hit Jordan.
- What?

- I'm driving it now.
- Where are you?

- Upstate, near Arden.

Uh, the driver's there.

It's a farm with a white house
and two barns.

- Essie, are you okay?

The FBI and the police
need to get there,
so you need to call them.

- Alright.
It's going to be okay.

- He tried to kill me.

- The People call
Aaliyah Williams to the stand.

(men cough and boo)

- I will have order
in this court!

I repeat, I will have order
in this court.

Bailiff, remove these people.
(coughing continues)

Bailiff, clear the court!
(gavel banging)

(struggling sounds)

(soft music)

(sirens wailing)

(panting)

(Esme crying)

- It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.
I'm right here.

- Everybody back!

- They're almost done.

- Did they find anything?

- No, it didn't sound like it.

Apparently the owner is
some old guy in a nursing home
in New Jersey.

- What?

He didn't even know
anyone was living here.

You cannot blame yourself
for what happened.

- Who else is there to blame?

- I mean...

I started this whole thing.
- No.

- I feel like I got us
into this.

- No, it's not the same.

(mumbling nervously)
Do they have any ideas?

Like where to find these people?
Or where they might have gone?

Or...
anything at all?

- They said they think
they're from out of state.

- Wait, wait... what?
If they're...

okay, if they're
from out of state, how did
they know about this place?

- I don't know.
- How did they know
that nobody was living here?

How did they know to set me up?
- I don't know Esme.

We really need to just let
the police do their thing now.

Okay?

Let's go home.

- Yeah.

Yeah, um, I'll be up there
in a minute, okay?

- Alright.

(camera clicking)

(Esme): Hi.

- Hey, baby.
Where are you?

I, I just woke up
and you're gone.

- I just needed to get some air.

- That sounds good.

I'll come join you.
- No, I...

Look, I-I just think
that I need some space.

- You really shouldn't be alone
right now, Essie.

I'm... I'm driving down
to Philly, okay?

I'm just gonna stay
with a friend for a few days.

- What friend?

- Lauren.

Her and her husband
just bought a new house so...

- Essie, I get it, okay?
I get it.

You have every right
to be upset with me...

- I'm not, I'm not...
I'm not mad at you.

I'm not.
I just...

I... I just need a few days,
okay?

I'll call you soon, I promise.

I love you.

- I love you too.

(phone ringing)

- Hey.

Aaliyah?

- You lied to me.

You're not with Lauren.

I actually found Lauren
on Facebook.

So um... do you want to tell me
where you really are?

- I-I just need some space.

That's all.

- Are we okay?

What is going on? I...

(Esme): We're fine, we're fine.

I promise, okay.

We're fine.

- I love you, Essie.

I mean, you know that, right?

(phone ringing)

(Aaliyah): Essie?

Essie, I've been calling you
for two days.

It's been two days.

You're looking for them,
aren't you?

What is it that you think you're
gonna do when you find them?

Hmm?
What are you going to do?

I want to come help you, okay?

- No, I don't want you involved.

- Well, I already am involved.

I'm involved.
So you need to talk to me.

You need to tell me
where you are.

Please, Essie, can you just...

- I'm in a car.

In the rain.

- Essie, you're really starting
to scare me now, okay?

Can you... can you please
come home?

Please don't do this
right now, please.

(thunder rumbling)

(somber music)

Yeah, just give me
six boxes of the 38s.

- Yeah.
- Four boxes of the 45s.

- Alright. 45s?
- Yeah.

Okay, wrap it up?

- Yeah, pack it up.
(phone buzzing)

- Essie?

- I see them.

- What?

Okay, um... I'm gonna, I'm gonna
call the police, okay?

- They won't do anything.
They never do.

- Then just go. Just go.
You can just go right now.

You need to get out of there,
right now.

- I can't.
I can't let them get away.

- You don't have to do this.
You don't.

You left these people when
you were 15.

You got on a bus to New York.
You didn't know anyone
in New York

and then you,
by some miracle, you found me.

You, you, you left all of that
stuff behind

and then I pushed you
back into it.
(crying)

- You didn't push me back
into it.

It never left me.

I've been carrying it with me
this whole time.

Essie.

- I love you.

- Essie?

Essie!

(tires screeching)

- So you were on the phone
with her when it happened.

- Mm-hmm.

- Uh, for the record,
was that a yes or a no?

- Yes.

- According to the phone records
you had been on the phone
with her

for nearly four minutes.

Does that sound right?

- I... yeah, I guess so.

- And during that time,

did the defendant relate to you
what she planned
to do to the victims?

- They weren't victims.

- To the deceased then.

Would you like me
to repeat the question?

Ms. Williams?

- Ms. Williams.

You will answer the question.

Did the defendant relate to you
what she planned to do?

Ms. Williams, you will answer
the question

or I will find you in contempt,

and you'll both be behind bars,
do you understand?

Ms. Williams,
you're leaving me no choice.

The court instructs
the bailiff to--

- She said...

She said, "I see them."

"I see the two men who ran us
down in the street."

- Your Honor, the victims are
not the ones on trial here.

- "I see the two men who killed
innocent people with a bomb

they were too cowardly
to deliver themselves."

- Move to strike.
- She said,

"I see them."

- Ms. Williams. I remind you
that you are under oath.

- Yeah.

Yeah, you don't need
to remind me.

Don't need to remind me
where I am right now.

Baby...

Let's go home, Essie.

Let's go home.

We were so happy
just the two of us.

I never thought I could be
that happy...

and I'm just so scared
to lose you.

(people shouting)

- You've got to trust the jury.

I mean, the facts in this case
were overwhelming.

Esme Barnes laid in wait
for nearly two weeks

before running two men down in
cold blood with an automobile.

It's difficult to even imagine
a clearer example
of premeditation,

and the jury arrived at the
only possible verdict, guilty.

- But a lot of people see
Esme Barnes as a hero,
so what would you say to them?

- I would ask them to take a
long hard look at the kind of
world that they want to live in.

Two more people are dead.

Two people who were planning
to build a life together now
never will.

And I have to believe
that we can do better.