All language subtitles for Chicago.Justice.S01E01.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb_track3_eng

.

- We got 39 families
looking for justice.

- But when I get this case file,
it's got to be legit.

- Hi, Tamra.

Do you remember anything
about him?

- He had a silver skull ring.

- Dylan Oates, 22.

- You know,
I work with a detective.

You killed his daughter
in that fire.

- Heard you had a suspect.
- He, uh, confessed.

- To who?
- Me.

- What did he say exactly?
- Do you want the case or not?

[indistinct chatter]

[camera shutters clicking]

- What can you tell us
about him?

- His name is Dylan Oates.
He's 22 years old.

- We heard he confessed.
- No comment.

- Why'd he do it, Mr. Stone?

- Pyromaniacs don't need
a reason.

- The fact is,
Mr. Oates has asserted

his Fifth Amendment rights.

I haven't spoken to him
as of yet.

- But he's the guy?

- Yes, he is.

- Does he have an attorney?
- Is he from Chicago?

- Mr. Stone,
does he have a record?

[indistinct chatter]

[camera shutters clicking]

[pensive music]

*

- We don't usually
get to see you

at a bond hearing, Mr. Stone.

But this isn't
your garden-variety homicide.

Where's your attorney, son?

- I don't have one.

Excuse me, Judge,
but this is just about

whether or not
I get bail, right?

- That is correct.

- Then it doesn't really matter,
does it?

I waive counsel.
- Hang him!

- Burn him!
- You killed my boy!

[indistinct shouting]

[gavel bangs]

- No bail it is.

Next case.

- Get him out of here!
- See you in hell!

.

- You don't want to know
how many cases

with confessions
I've seen crash and burn.

- You may want to add this
to the pile.

Voight says he confessed.

- But you have your doubts.

- I haven't heard
from Dawson yet,

but Olinsky's kid died
in the fire.

- Hmm. Good morning.
- But a girl did ID the suspect.

- She saw him set the fire?
- Yes.

- And she picked him
out of a lineup?

- She's having trouble
with her vision.

- But she described
his ring and his coat.

He was wearing both
when he was arrested.

- Why?
- Because he's a monster.

- Someone kills 39 kids

and injures
God knows how many more--

you're damn right
he's a monster.

The problem is
juries can't accept it.

It's out of their comfort zone.

But you give them
a big, fat, juicy "why,"

and they'll crawl into
their beds, close their eyes,

and drift off,
thinking they're actually safe.

- I'll put Dawson and Nagel
on it.

- Oh, and, Peter...

Enormous tragedies
make career cases.

You win this one,
it could make your career.

But you lose,
it could destroy mine.

- Hey.

- Hey, man.
I'm so sorry.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Hey...

I loved Lexi.
We all did.

- Domestic monitors.
Can you believe this crap?

Like I'm gonna hurt my own kid.

I'm sorry for your loss, Al.

- [softly] Thanks.

Walk with me
for a second.

You know, the thing is,
sometimes guys in your position

might get hit
by a bout of ethics,

and then there's some
pain-in-the-ass defense attorney

crying coercion.

Okay, good.

- Did he confess, Al?

- That son of a bitch...

he killed Lexi.

[melancholy music]

*

- Jesus.

- How bad am I, complaining
about my kid issues?

I honestly don't know

how he's gonna make it
through the day.

- All I know is I couldn't.

- So was that the sound
of the vice squeezing?

- You want to ask me something,
go ahead.

- On a good day,
a confession from your old crew

smells a little hinky.

With Olinsky's kid a victim--

- I don't know, okay?

I wasn't there,
so I didn't hear anything.

- Hey, I'm a team player,
is all.

I'd just like to know which team
I'm on before the game starts.

[indistinct shouting]
- We need you to move back.

- Uh-uh, back up.

No comment.

Come on.
- You hear her? Back up.

- This is all a shock.
I'm sorry.

James!

I just can't get those
poor children out of my head.

What you must think of us...

Dylan couldn't have done this.

- Why do you say that?
- We're good people.

James, these people
are investigators

from the State's Attorney's
office.

- You can't talk to us.
We have rights.

- Actually, you don't

until someone accuses you
of something.

- Yeah, we'll see about that.

- Did Dylan go to the party
with anyone?

- I don't really know
who his friends are.

I doubt he would even
go to a rave.

- When are these pricks
gonna leave us alone?

- Unfortunately,
they have rights.

- Why did you say

that Dylan wouldn't go
to a rave, Mrs. Oates?

- He kept to himself, mostly.

His head was always
in his computer.

Eight hours a day
wasn't enough for him.

- He was a programmer?

- Data processing--
whatever that is.

[knock at door]

- Hey.

What'd you find?

- He's snooty.
He's weird. He's shy.

He'd "never go dancing."

Nobody seems to know
a lot about him.

But he spends
a lot of time online.

- Unfortunately, none of that
is an element of murder.

- Right.

You don't have kids,
do you?

- No.

- I remember when I could hold
Diego in the palm of my hand.

I'd look at him and think,

"There's a surgeon,

a one guard for the Bulls."

I want to grab Olinsky...

and tell him it's gonna be okay,
but it's not.

It never will be.

[sighs]

The confession...

I didn't actually hear it.

[dramatic music]

- Who did?

- Voight and Olinsky.

- [scoffs]

You know, truth be told,

I was waiting
for you to come to me.

I just didn't expect
it would take you 24 hours.

- Olinsky's daughter died
in that fire.

I figured
maybe he's entitled--

- To what? Revenge?
- Yeah.

- One lie like this
can destroy my entire case.

- Your case?
It's his kid.

- Fine.

- Albert Forest made a motion
to suppress the confession.

*

- Albert Forest is
representing Dylan?

- Today's just brimming
with good news.

- Excuse me.

*

[siren wailing]

- Fancy seeing you here.

- I knew a guy--

he ate a hot dog a day,
lived to be 98.

- I doubt
it was the hot dogs.

- He swears it was.
I trust him.

You should trust me.

- We'll see.

- Peter, let me do this.

I got a right
to take the stand,

tell my story,
whatever it is.

- Having a right
and doing what is right

are two
completely different things.

For what it's worth, Hank,

I'm truly sorry
for your loss.

- It's your show,
Mr. Forest.

- [sighs]
- That won't be necessary.

The People will not oppose
Mr. Forest's motion

to suppress the defendant's
confession to the police.

[crowd murmuring]

*

- It's nice Mr. Stone recognizes
the weaknesses in his case.

Perhaps he'd consider--

- The People intend to proceed
to trial, Your Honor.

- So be it.

[gavel bangs]

.

- Peter, I found something odd.

It was in with Forest's response
for discovery

and the documents
his office sent over.

- Looks like a list
of Internet articles

about the Kimball Factory.

It was probably sent to us
by mistake.

- A big one. Look closer.
The one that's circled.

- "Kimball Factory:
A Kiddie Sex Den"?

- The article was posted
a few weeks ago

on "The Anders Report."

I printed it out.

The Anders Website claims

the factory was a haven
for pedophiles.

They threw the raves
to attract underage teens.

I spoke to a shrink,

and apparently,
one of the possible consequences

of child abuse is pyromania.

[tense music]

- You wanted a motive.
Now we have one.

- I don't know.

- Dylan Oates was a victim
of sexual abuse.

He read the article,
it brought back memories,

and he lost it.

- [sighs]

This could be considered
attorney work product.

- What do you want me to do?
I can't unsee it.

This is a good thing, Mark.

At least we know
what Forest is thinking.

- You'd be handing Forest
a sympathy defense

on a silver planner
with that.

- If he was going to assert
an affirmative defense,

he would have done it already,

and I would get to
cross-examine Dylan

about every second
of that night,

about every innocent person
that died because of him.

The last thing Forest wants
is for the sympathy pendulum

to swing back to me.

- No. No, no, no, no.

We've got 39
grieving families out there.

This case
is too damned important

to risk playing lawyer games.

Now, you've got real facts
on your side.

Use them.

- We found the remains
of the incendiary device

inside the warehouse.

- What kind
of incendiary device?

- It was a lightbulb
filled with gasoline

and a mixture of quartz
and diatomaceous silica.

It's kitty litter.

- Sounds simple.
- It is.

You can learn
everything you need to know

just by going online.

- What else did you find
in the warehouse?

- We found metal wedges

that had been jammed into
the doorways of the warehouse.

- What did that tell you?

- Somebody didn't want
the people inside to get out.

- Tell me about Barry Kimball.

- He was the owner
of the factory that burned.

- Was Mr. Kimball's factory
in violation of the Fire Code?

- There weren't fire doors.

And four years ago,
he was ordered

to retrofit the wiring,

and he ignored the order.

- Did you speak to him
about these violations.

- He came to the Firehouse
the day after the fire.

I wasn't there,
but my crew spoke with him.

- Right after Mr. Kimball
spoke with your crew,

he went into the men's room,
and he shot himself,

isn't that right?

- Yes.

- Is that because
he felt guilty?

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Mr. Forest.

- I-I saw a guy drop a paper bag
on the floor.

- What did he do
after he dropped the paper bag?

- He stepped on it hard,

and--and then he kicked it
under the couch.

And then he just left.
I thought it was weird.

- What's the next thing
you remember?

- I looked to go see
what it was.

And then there was this--
this flash of light.

And then I went down.

- Can you describe him?

- He was 5'8",
blonde, blue eyes.

- Could you describe
what he was wearing?

- He was wearing a...

a brown cargo jacket
with a ForeRange logo on it.

- Was there anything else?
- Yeah, he was...

he was wearing a ring.

- Can you describe the ring?

- It was silver.

It was like
a skull made of silver.

- Thank you.

- Tamra, were you drinking
that night?

- I had--
I had two beers.

- Did you consume any drugs?

[somber music]

*

You have to answer
the question, Tamra.

- Yes.
- What kind of drugs?

- I had a half tab of Molly.

But I saw what I saw.

- Was there music playing?

- Yes.
- Any kind of light show?

- They had--
they had strobe lights.

- And how long
did you see this person,

the one who stepped
on the paper bag?

- Maybe three seconds.

- So, in a crowded room,
after you'd been drinking

and popping pills
with music pumping

and lights pulsating,
you were really able

to see and identify a ring
on the finger of a stranger?

- [voice breaking]
I saw it...

and his face.

I'll never forget it.

- But, unfortunately, you're not
able to identify my client

as the man you saw that night,
are you?

- No, I can't.

I can't see anything
because of him.

[crowd murmuring]

*

[sobs]

*

- We found metal wedges
in the defendant's apartment.

- Were they manufactured
by Elliston Industries?

- Yes. Stainless steel.
1 5/8-inch slot width.

- Like this?

- Exactly.

- Can you describe the wedges
shoved under the door

at the factory
where the rave took place?

- Stainless steel,
1 5/8-inch slot width,

manufactured
by Elliston Industries.

- Like this?
- Yes, sir.

- People use these wedges
to hold doors open,

isn't that right?

- Or closed,
as the case may be.

- Say you wanted to keep
your terrace door open

so you could enjoy the summer
breeze while you ate dinner,

you'd use one?

- Well, I don't have a terrace,
so I wouldn't know.

- One of the victims
in this case

is the daughter
of one of your colleagues,

isn't that right?
- Alvin Olinsky.

His daughter Lexi was killed
by the fire.

- And getting someone,
anyone, convicted

for what happened
to Detective Olinsky's daughter

would bring him some sort
of closure, wouldn't it?

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

I show you what is marked
Defense Exhibit 12.

You recognize that?

- It's my arrest report.

- Would you read
the highlighted part?

- "After advising suspect
of his Miranda rights,

"he stated of his own free will,

'It was me, okay?
I started the damn fire.'"

- It's curious, don't you think,

that the People haven't entered
that statement into evidence?

- Objection!
- I'm curious, too, Mr. Stone.

Overruled.

- Why haven't the People entered
Mr. Oates' statement

into evidence, Detective?
- You'd have to ask the People.

- Could it be
that they didn't trust you?

And if the Assistant State's
Attorney doesn't trust you

with something as simple
as a confession,

why should we trust
anything you say now?

Exactly.

.

- In person, Forest is
a lot better than his book.

We read it in law school.

- The Third Edition?
- Thank you.

No, the Fifth.

Could you do it...

defend someone
like Dylan Oates?

- I won't ever have to make
that decision.

- So you are a lifer?

- I was thrilled when I was
drafted by the Cubs, Anna...

back when they were
the loveable losers.

An underdog always needs
someone on his side.

- Representing the State doesn't
exactly make you the underdog.

- When I'm in that courtroom,

I'm not thinking
about the State of Illinois.

I'm thinking
about the victims.

And right now
I am letting 39 of them down.

Forest is well on his way to
establishing reasonable doubt.

I don't have a choice.

I can't win this
without offering a motive.

- If you put Anders on the stand
to testify

about the raves being used
for underage sex,

Forest will go ballistic.

- Let him.

Ah, Mr. Anders, thank you
for coming in on a Saturday.

This won't take long.

I'm sure you don't need
much prep.

- Uh, I don't think
I'll need any...

mainly 'cause
I'm not gonna testify.

- You have a subpoena
in your hand.

- And the First Amendment
and the shield law at my back.

I'm a journalist,
after all.

- I don't know what it is
you do exactly,

but I wouldn't call it
journalism.

- Be that as it may,
I'm not getting on the stand.

- We could have you arrested
for contempt.

- Speaking of which,
I was just thinking recently

of a weekend you spent
at the Huntington Hotel

in Grand Beach.

When was that...

four years ago?

[dramatic music]

- Why are you doing this?

What are you so scared of?

- Do you have any idea
what it would cost me

to defend the lawsuits
brought by the 39 families

who lost their kids?

- They'd have to prove
your story wasn't true.

- Then I'd be forced
to name my sources.

*

Give my best to Joan.

*

- Damn it, Peter.
We had a deal.

No calls, no texts,
and definitely no lunches.

- Like I said,
this is important.

- [clears throat]

How bad is it?

- Have you heard
of Todd Anders?

- The sleazy-Website guy?
- Yeah.

He threatened to publish
something about our weekend

at Grand Beach
if I put him on the stand.

- Well, then don't put him
on the stand.

- This is
on the rave trial, Joan.

His testimony will help me
establish motive.

- I said no.

- 39 kids died.
- And I'm married.

- You were separated
at the time.

- I doubt that Sam or the girls
will split those hairs.

*

You're not asking
my permission, are you?

*

- I'm sorry.

*

- No, you're not.

You only care
about your damn case.

- Joan, please.

- You're gonna
ruin my life, Peter.

Pardon me if I don't want
to break bread with you.

*

- [sighs]

*

- Mr. Anders...

I direct your attention
to what is being offered

as People's Exhibit 53.

Do you recognize this document,
Mr. Anders?

- It is an article
that was published

on my Website.

- Please read the headline.

- "Kimball Factory:
A Kiddie Sex Den."

- And the essence
of the story is what?

- That people threw parties
at the abandoned factory

to lure underage teens
to engage in sexual acts.

- They'd get them
drunk and high?

- That's right.

- If someone read this,

might they do
something drastic about it?

- I'm not gonna answer that.
- Nor should you have to.

- I have nothing more,
Your Honor.

- Mr. Forest?
- Uh, no questions.

No questions, Your Honor.

- Mr. Stone?

*

- The People rest.

- Fine, gentlemen. The defense
can present in the morning.

.

- Are you okay?

- [sighs]
I've been better.

Forest didn't object
to the document

or my question to Anders.

He didn't cross Anders
about his sources.

Why?

- Maybe Anders has
something on him.

[sighs] It's a little late
for Forest's book.

- Read the title
of chapter three.

- "Trials: It's All A Con."

- And I think I'm his mark.

- I never thought Dylan could do
something like this.

[exhales deeply]

- But you do now?

- No. Of course not.

He was always
such a sweet boy.

That's what I called him--
my sweet boy.

[voice breaking]
I know it's silly.

- Was there a time
when he stopped being sweet?

- Dylan was five.

My brother Frank
was taking him fishing.

He was so excited, you know,
like little boys get.

When he got home,
he was different.

- You're lying.
- Watch it, young man.

- I know
what he did to you.

From the time he was five
until Frank died.

- She's lying!
She knows nothing about me!

- Mr. Oates, one more outburst,
and I will have you removed.

*

- Did Dylan say anything
about it to you?

- No.

- Then how can you be so sure
it happened, Mrs. Oates?

- I'm his mother.

- Are you aware
that you just confessed

to endangering
the welfare of a child?

- That fire...

all those kids...

[sniffles] If Dylan did it,
it is my fault,

not his.

[dramatic music]

- Let's break for lunch,
shall we?

[gavel bangs]

*

[indistinct chatter]

[light jazz playing
over speakers]

*

- [sighs]

- I assume
this isn't a coincidence.

- It's all a con.

- [chuckles]

Well, at least somebody
pays attention to what I write.

[chuckles]

- "In the courtroom,
reality is irrelevant.

The appearance of reality
is all that matters."

- I do have a way with words.

- That wasn't a mistake--

you sending me
that list of articles.

- Why would I do that
intentionally?

- So I would introduce
your defense for you.

And you'd never have to put
your client on the stand

to be cross-examined.

- Wow. That--that would be
very clever.

- And dishonest.

- Or the appearance thereof.

*

- Was Dylan really abused?

- His mother
certainly thinks so.

- No. I read the transcript
of her testimony.

She never actually said it.

So you never actually
suborned perjury.

- Jeez, I'm getting smarter
by the minute.

- Is the Anders story true?

- I have no idea.

For me,
it was merely fortuitous.

- This isn't a game.
39 kids are dead.

- And my concern is the one
who's still living.

[dramatic music]

You got a little of your dad
in you, you know that?

You think a criminal trial

is all about some sort
of ineffable morality,

something out there
that's permanent and infinite.

I got news for you, son--
there ain't no such thing.

What happens in that courtroom
is a zero-sum game.

There's winners
and losers, period.

- So why concern yourself
with using a fake news story

as long as it puts
a W in your column?

- Or at least an M
for "mistrial."

*

Odds are, out of the 12 ordinary
citizens in the jury box,

child sexual abuse will hit home
for one of them.

And that, my friend,
spells hung jury.

- I'll retry him.

- And I'll find
another reality...

maybe even one that's
more acceptable to my client.

*

[door opens]

[door closes]

- The People have no questions
for Mrs. Oates.

- You may go.
Thank you.

- In that case,
the defense rests, Your Honor.

- I think counsel
is jumping the gun.

The People certainly have
the right to examine Mr. Oates.

- [chuckles]

This is still America.

We still have a constitution
and a Fifth Amendment--

- Your Honor, let me remind you
how the defendant reacted

when his mother
was on the stand.

- Your Honor, may we approach?

- Yes. Come.

- Your Honor,
my client was upset.

- He spoke. The jury heard him.
That's testimony.

He waived his rights
against self-incrimination.

- Oh, please. Your Honor--
- Clever, Mr. Stone...

very clever.

I'll probably be reversed
on appeal,

but I'm gonna let you
cross-examine him,

but only as to the matters
that he testified to on direct.

I assume
you're gonna need time

to prepare your client,
Mr. Forest.

I'll give you 24 hours.

- All you can cross Dylan on
is whether his mom was lying

or whether she actually
knew anything about his life.

- So we need to find out
something she didn't know.

Somebody at the rave
must have known him.

- CPD spoke to everybody
who came forward.

[both sigh]

- Have Dawson and Nagel
find someone who didn't.

[train rattling loudly]

- Hey.

- Hey.

Did you tell Stone
about the confession?

- I didn't have to.

- You know, I should have
whacked that little bastard

when I had the chance.

- Hey, Dawson.

Look what I found
on this teddy.

"Dear Arnie, I'm so sorry.
It's all my fault.

Love always, Chloe."

There's no Chloe
on the survivors list.

- Who's Arnie?

- There was
an Arnold Phillips.

He died in the fire.

- Okay.

[music playing faintly
over headphones]

- Hey, Chloe.

- Who are you?
- I'm Laura.

I'm investigating the fire.

Um, your mom said
I could come up.

She's talking to my partner.

[music stops]

It's important, Chloe.

This could help us convict
the guy responsible.

- I wasn't there.
I don't know anything.

- I have a daughter.
She's eight.

And I know in a few years,
she's gonna start

keeping secrets from me.

- Can you leave me alone?

[cries]

- I know you were there.

And I know how difficult
it must be to lose a brother.

- [sniffles]

[dramatic music]

Arnie didn't want to go.

I was a jerk.
I kept begging him.

And then when I saw the guy
they arrested on the news...

I didn't know what to do.

- You recognized him?

*

- Yeah.

When I went outside
to have a cigarette,

he was out there...

pacing back and forth.

And then when I went in,
he was arguing with some girl.

- I want--I want you to tell me
if you recognize her.

*

- No.

Yeah. That's her.

Yeah.

- Thank you.

- I don't know a Dylan Oates.

- He seems to know you.

Our tech people found that Dylan
had a Facebook account

under the fake name
Kurt Holden.

- I have over a thousand
"friends."

I don't know all of them.

- Dylan only friended
one person, Tamra--you.

- We know you saw him do more
than just step on the paper bag.

[teacup rattling on plate]

- Oh, God.

[sighing]

He came up to me at the rave.

He said that he knew me,

that we'd met on the L,
like, three months ago, but...

I had no idea.

He said that he asked me to have
a cup of coffee back then.

- Did you go out with him?
- No.

I-I had to study.

That's what he said
I told him.

But I swear,
I don't remember this at all.

- What else
did he tell you, Tamra?

- He said that I went to a party
instead of going out with him.

But how could he possibly
know that?

- You posted it on Facebook.

*

- [voice breaking]
Oh, God...

[sobbing] All those people are
dead because of me, aren't they?

*

- [sobs]

- I'm sorry, Tamra,
but you'll have to testify--

- Only if we need you.

*

.

- Why did you call your mother
a liar?

- That story about my uncle--

it's a total lie.

He never
did anything weird to me.

- So why would your mom say it
under oath?

- 'Cause she's stupid.

- Did you think
boys were being molested

at the Kimball Warehouse?
- Objection.

Beyond the scope.
- Sustained.

- Did you ever read an article
about it in "The Anders Report"?

- Same objection.
- Sustained.

Mr. Stone,
you're limited to questions

relating to the defendant's
prior outburst.

- Tell me, Dylan--
why did you say that

your mom doesn't know anything
about your life?

- Because she doesn't.

- Did she know
you were on Facebook?

- [laughs]
I'm not. I mean, it's lame.

- So why did you start
an account

under the fake name
"Kurt Holden"?

- I have no idea
what you're talking about.

- Did your mom know
you were obsessed

with a girl on social media?

- Even if I were,
I wouldn't tell her.

- Do you know who this girl is?

- No.

- How about this one?

- No.

- Who is that, Dylan?

- She's the blind one
who said she knows me.

- Her name is Tamra Collins.

And her face was all over the
newsfeed on your phony account.

These were photos
that you liked.

[dramatic music]

*

Hmm.

Looks like she's having
a great time.

*

- Whatever.

- Did this make you
a little jealous?

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

Did your mom know that you asked
Tamra out three months ago?

- No. Because I didn't.

- Did she know that
Tamra made up some lame excuse

to dump you
while she went to a rave?

- No.
Because that never happened.

- Did you ever tell your mom
how humiliated you felt?

*

- Why would I care
if some bimbo preferred

to be with garbage
instead of me?

- So you'd just as soon
sit at home alone

on your computer?

- As a matter of fact,
I would.

- To hell with Tamra
and her friends, right?

- That's right.
They're all irrelevant to me.

- So it's no big deal
that they're all dead?

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

*

I have nothing further,
Your Honor.

*

- Why did he do it?

I don't know either.

Mr. Stone told you
a hell of story

about lightbulbs
and kitty litter,

door wedges,
brown cargo jackets,

but unless I missed it,
he never quite told you

why Dylan Oates started a fire

at a party filled with people
he didn't know.

But the truth...

is that lots of people
have lightbulbs

and kitty litter, door wedges,
brown cargo jackets.

But only one had the motive...

to cause
such unutterable devastation.

Now, was it Dylan Oates?

Or did Mr. Stone merely
pull a patsy out of a hat?

A patsy who happened to have
a brown cargo jacket?

A patsy whose childhood
was tormented

by such unspeakable
indignities...

he would risk going to prison

rather than admit
what really happened?

No.

If it was Dylan Oates
who started the fire,

surely Mr. Stone
would have answered

that one simple,
crucial question...

Why?

- 39 children dead.

Mr. Forest is correct.

I didn't tell you
why Dylan Oates set that fire

and killed these 39 innocents.

I didn't have to...

because Dylan told you himself.

He said it here.

and here...

And here.

He said it the way people say
most things today--

digitally, by text or Twitter
or Tumblr or Facebook.

He told you he was obsessed
with Tamra Collins,

a woman he met only briefly

but still wanted
nothing to do with him.

He stalked her,

not by following her home
or to work,

but on social media.

Why?
Because that's the world...

Dylan Oates inhabits.

The rectangular-bordered
landscape of his desktop,

laptop, iPad, smartphone.
[hand tapping]

A world where someone,
with a couple of keystrokes,

can express anger,
love, hate

to anyone anywhere
without risk of reprisal.

It's a world
where deceit flourishes

and voyeurism thrives...
[tapping continues]

Where real human contact
and discourse

is replaced by bits and bytes
and logarithms.

Where Tamra Collins
is always smiling...

[hand pounding]
- Dylan.

- Always at a party,
and always having a great time.

[pounding on table]

- Dylan.
- Mr. Oates, that's enough!

- Dylan.

You got to control yourself.

*

- See, in Dylan's head,
Tamra had...

a perfect life.

*

And Dylan wasn't invited.

*

How dare she exclude you
from her perfect world?

How dare she embarrass you
by announcing to the world

on Facebook
that you weren't part of it?

*

See, Dylan couldn't let her
get away with that,

so he set fire to the world
that didn't want him.

And then he watched it burn.

Now, I wonder, are those tears
for the 39 dead?

Or are they for your own
sad and lonely life?

- [shouts]
- Officers!

- Dylan!
- Restrain him.

[gavel bangs]

Order in this court.

Mr. Oates.
[gavel bangs]

Mr. Oates, that's enough.

Officers, remove him
from this courtroom.

*

- "In the matter of
the People versus Dylan Oates,

"on the first count,
aggravated arson,

"the jury finds
the defendant guilty.

"On the second count,

"first-degree murder
of Isabel Acuna, guilty.

"On the third count,

"first-degree murder
of Dana Altamore, guilty.

"On the fourth count,

"first-degree murder
of Lexi Olinksy, guilty.

"On the fifth count,

"first-degree murder
of Alexis Atkinson, guilty.

"On the sixth count,

first-degree murder
of Sam Aliro, guilty"...

[wolf howls]