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TJ! TJ! TJ! TJ! TJ!

Okay, don't fall
for the slide-by.

He doesn't go for the single-leg
unless it's late in the round.

You make him come
from your left,

and then you stay low
and you're golden.

- Yes, Coach.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You got an audience.

Third time he's
come to see you now.

You don't have to put on a
show. Just do what you do.

Let's go.

Okay TJ, focus.

The defense will tell you
that Justin Ward is a pillar

of the Moss Hill community.

That he turned around his
school's wrestling team

when he returned to his
hometown nine years ago.

They'll tell you that he
himself was a decorated wrestler

who led Moss Hill's class of
'84 to the State Championships.

They'll tell you that he
checked his boys' report cards,

kept them out of trouble,
demanded excellence

on and off the mat.

They'll say he is the
sort of man you can trust.

And you will see why so many
believed that to be true.

Pull the
shoulder. Hit's a fireman.

Hit it! Yeah. Hit him.

Don't let him go.
Don't let him up.

Go! Good. Good.

Headgear!

Bridge. Bridge. Turn on him!

Get outta there. Get out.

- Damn it!
- Okay. Just hold on for a sec,

okay? Look...

You did great, all right?
You did great. Relax, man.

He threw me by my headgear

and the ref didn't
do anything about it.

The guy was top ten in
the state last year,

as a junior, okay?
Don't beat yourself up.

It doesn't matter.
I'm better than him.

- I know you are. Just...
- You didn't wrestle like it.

You got so pissed off,
you're so worried about

lookin' better than
him that you forgot,

when he thinks he has you,
he puts his guard down.

You didn't capitalize on that.

Hold on, hold on. TJ won.

Yeah, he didn't pin the guy,
but he won by five points.

He qualified for State! Why...

Why are we acting like he
slipped on a banana peel?

'Cause it wasn't just a match,

it was an audition.

What'd Coach Lewis say
about the scholarship?

Wasn't a "yes."

But it wasn't a "no" either.

He didn't say much.
He left in a hurry.

Listen, you...

you gotta get your head down,

and make yourself undeniable.

Sure, you can beat up
on a trash can, huh?

But what about a real opponent?

Huh? Pick that up.

Help him.

Is he still in the running?

I'm selling TJ as hard as I can,

but there's another
kid in the mix.

Duke is looking
for a 175-pounder,

which would be Devon
Marshall outta Saginaw High

or Vince Adkins
outta Dover Catholic.

And uh, apparently
this Vince Adkins

can't write his own name
without a cheat sheet,

so it's TJ versus Devon.

But, Marshall, he's
better on paper.

It's been a while since I've
seen that look on your face.

Usually, it was followed by you
telling me you were too busy

working out to see me.

"Prom is temporary, Erica.
Greatness is forever."

TJ's better than I was.

National champion better.

Olympics better.

Yeah, he works hard, but
he's gotta work harder.

Hey, c'mon. Let's go.
We're late to get Nico.

Thank you for
pushing him so hard.

Of course.

Hey, dad.
Hey, Ty. What's up?

Hey.
Thanks for the ride.

Rob.

Justin.

How you feelin', Pop?

Fine.

The nurse tells me that
you're walking again

after the fall.

Any pain in that hip?

- Nope.
- You sure?

Uh...

TJ won again today.

He's going to State.
A bunch of D-1 offers

come in for him. I'm
trying to get him

a full scholarship to Duke.

This is Erica's kid?

Yeah.

I been saying it since
he was trucking kids

in pee wee,
once-in-a-generation.

He's smart. He's
got a 3.0 average.

Helps with his brother.
- Are you adopting him

or coaching him?

Come on!

That's it! Good. Good.

Hit him.

Don't let him escape.

Nico's school can do a
payment plan this month,

so we can put 300
towards the credit cards.

- Rob?
- Yeah. Yeah, okay.

Used to be I was happy TJ
wasn't out getting into trouble,

but now? Hell like,
it's Saturday,

he oughtta be with
his friends. No?

We should be happy that
he's working so hard.

State is in less
than three weeks,

and Justin said that he had...
- Justin is running him ragged.

He's helping him make
something of himself,

we should be
supporting that effort.

"Make
something of himself?"

'Cause if he stays here,

he's, what? He's nothing?

That's not what I said!

That's not even remotely
what I'm talking about.

I've put
roofs on two houses

and installed a football
field's worth of gutter pipe!

This week! I'm proud of that!

You haven't
had a day off in weeks.

That's what you
want for your son?

- That's what you want for him?
- I'm not the one who's unhappy

with our life!

Justin gets to play hero
without raisin' this kid!

You are not still
threatened by him.

It's ridiculous.

He's not doing this for TJ.

He's doin' it for you.

Nice
work, nice work, fellas.

How are you still
two pounds over?

It just doesn't make sense.

Working out three hours a day,
can't drop two damn pounds.

Sit down for a minute.
I wanna talk to you.

I'm worried about you, TJ.

What's going on?

You're talkin' back in class.

You pushed that kid at
lunch the other day.

I walked by him,

and then he made a big
deal about it, okay?

Your grades are down,
too. In 25 years,

Duke has only given out six
full wrestling scholarships,

and none of them were below 3.0.

Richter says that you blew
off his calculus midterm too.

- Forget calculus.
- What?

It was an excused absence.

It was a family emergency.

- A family emergency?
- Yeah.

Well, how do I not
know about this?

I could call your mom.
- Dad pulled me, all right?

He needed my help with a job.

Is he havin' trouble
finding free labor?

It was to see the grand opening

of his American Legion
building he worked on.

He wanted me to see it.
- TJ, he, he wants you to see

that there's a backup
plan, and there isn't.

Duke is it.
- Lay off my dad, okay?

I-I mean, I... I don't
want what he has,

but it's gotta be
pretty difficult for him

to see me working
so hard for a future

that has him in the rearview.

So, he's trying. And so am I.

TJ. TJ!

Put your shoes back on.

You and your teammates
still owe me laps.

- I can't, Coach.
- You have a 2.8 GPA.

You're two pounds
overweight. 28 plus two

equals a nice round 30 laps.

How's that for calculus?

You told me you
were gonna give it to me!

Okay. Just chill, okay?

You're acting like a tweaker.

- No, I'm not.
- You're gonna get me

No, I'm not.

I tested in November.
I chugged that weird,

that weird tea...
- I am saying

you need to slow down. Okay?

- Give it to me.
- All right?

- Give it to me.
- Yeah. Here.

You want it?
- Yeah!

Just take it easy, okay?

Whaddya got there?

It's my backpack.

What's in it?

Tyson let me copy his homework,

so that's what's in it.
- Turn it over.

It was... It's nothing.

Steroids?

Damn it, TJ.

No wonder you've been a wreck.

Come on, let's go.
- Where are we goin'?

Where do you think?

It sounds worse
than it is, okay?

Listen steroids, they're
just natural hormones

that my body's
already producing.

It's not like its meth
or something like that,

all right? I-I'm training hard.

I-I'm eating healthy.

I don't have the
fancy wrestling camps

or coaches, I can't afford it.

I-I'm trying to even
the playing field.

I know it was stupid.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

I swear, I swear,

after State, I'm done.
- State?

You think I'm taking you
to State all juiced up?

No, no, no, no, no,
you can't do that.

We'll see what your
parents have to say.

You can't tell them!

Oh my god, there you are!

Erica, listen,

there's something
that you should know.

I already know.

- Hey, Coach.
- Hi, Coach, how are ya?

Hello, TJ.
- Hi. Hi, Coach.

I wanted to come and
personally tell you

that I cleared it with
our athletic department,

and I am very
excited to offer you

a scholarship to
Duke University.

Thank you so much.
Thank you so much.

That's fantastic.

Congratulations, son. I've got
your letter of intent here.

Wow. It's good.

Mr. Ward was relentless
in driving them.

TJ Ellis in particular.

Not simply because he
wanted to do right by them.

But because their
victory would be his.

Because, by winning,
he could matter again.

And for Mr. Ward, there
was no price too high

to pay for the chance
to matter again.

Though pay he did...

with someone else's life.

You know, your coach
has been emailing me

every day saying you're the one.

He's got clips, diagrams,
stat breakdowns.

I figured either I take out
a restraining order on him,

or I offer you the
scholarship.

He says that you're a
deeply principled young man.

At Duke, that's a quality
that we hold in high regard.

- It's all thanks to Justin.
- Nah.

Our, uh, program
gets a pool of money,

so we usually only offer
partial scholarships

to lower-division
wrestlers. But if you win,

well, I can make a case that
you're worth the whole pie.

And what if he doesn't win?

- Oh, he'll win.
- Dad, come on.

Hey, I'm just saying.

He's gonna be wrestling
against the best wrestlers

in Pennsylvania,
what if he doesn't?

He'll still have a
place on our team,

with a partial scholarship.

Partial? I mean, what's that?

Thirty K? Gee, thanks.

There are loan programs.

Loan programs. I
forget I'm talkin'

to Mr. Ivy League over
here. For how long?

All of like, eight
months, was it?

I did two years at Cornell
before I got injured.

You shoulda seen him
senior year of high school.

Like he was Napoleon,
and the rest of us

were trailer trash.
- Rob!

Drinkin' in the parking
lot wasn't my style.

This is a funny story.

Erica was his
girlfriend at the time,

drives him all the
way up to Ithaca,

helps him move into
his fancy new dorm,

and right as she puts down
the last box, he dumps her.

- That was a long time ago.
- Mm-hmm.

Can I get you something
to drink? Something else?

Uh, no. No. Thank you.
I should be going.

I'm staying in
Philadelphia tonight.

Long drive. TJ, once
again, congratulations.

Mr. Ellis, thanks
for your hospitality.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Uh, Coach and I
will walk you out.

Oh, great.

Lookin' forward to havin'
you on our squad, son.

Thanks again!:
Thank you, coach.

You trying to embarrass TJ?

This was supposed
to be a celebration.

Look, he just
wanted to make sure

TJ didn't commit
to another school.

Erica, sit down.

Can you tell the
court what the terms

of your testimony today are?

Uh...

The terms are, I won't
be charged with a felony.

Right. You're
instead being charged

with misdemeanor possession
of schedule three narcotics

on condition of your cooperation
with the prosecution,

a punishment which
carries a fine

and community service,
but no jail time?

- Yeah.
- Can you tell the court

what it was you
provided to Mr. Ellis?

My mom's a vet.

She has, uh...

Boldenone, this animal steroid,

it's what baseball
players used to take,

so TJ had me swipe some.

He was stuck, you know?
Rock and a hard place.

Coach pushing, his dad pulling.

It was just too much
pressure for him.

I mean, protein powder
wasn't gonna cut it.

A body can't bench
press in the morning

and then haul bricks
after practice.

His dad wouldn't
give him a break,

it was like, it was
like he needed to prove

that it was a life worth living.
- Don't talk about my dad!

Don't talk about my dad! He
didn't do anything to you!

Okay,
let's go. Come on.

Come on. Let's go
outside...

You're okay. I got you.

He
knows it wasn't him.

He knows it wasn't him!

Let's take
a recess for lunch.

We'll resume in 30 minutes.

If you tell them,
my dad'll pull me.

You heard Coach, no
State, no scholarship.

Forget college, forget
everything I worked for.

What's the point then?

What's my life, then?

Please...

Please don't tell them.

Hey, hey, hey, college
boy! Mom texted me!

Hey, Nico.

Congrats on getting in!

Not yet! Knock
on wood, knock on wood.

Still gonna do our summer
trip, though, right?

Of course. Of course.
We got this whole summer

last hurrah trip planned.

I vote Europe, he
votes Australia,

we've got about enough money
for a bus ride to Cleveland.

We're gonna figure it out.

Uh, there's one problem
with Duke, though.

What?

You look ugly in blue.

Yeah, so do you, asshat.

Come on. Come on.

You know I'm
the pretty one, right?

Get outta here.
Get inside.

The only place nearby
that's half-edible

is the falafel truck,
but the line's insane,

and we need to be back
from lunch in half an hour.

Are you
hungry? - No.

No, not really.

Why don't we take a little
walk? Get some fresh air?

- Sure.
- Come on.

I've learned to
grab my own lunch.

That's a ham and
cheese from Lamana's.

You're welcome to half.

Seriously, you'd be
doing me a favor.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- I'm gonna...
- Sure.

Erica said to stay outside.

Doesn't trust me to sit in
court and not try to kill you.

Well...

If you wanna hit me,
I... I understand.

I don't want to hit you, Justin.

I want my son back.

I'm sorry about earlier.

It was just too much.

You can stay
outside if you want.

You don't have to watch.
- Yes, I do.

I have to be there.

I have to remember it.

I forget stuff all the time.

What if I forget him, too?

Coach?

Yeah, I... I've been thinkin',

when I was your age, I
woulda done whatever it took

to get outta here,

so I'm not gonna say anything
to anyone about this.

I'm gonna keep it to myself
and let you go to State.

- Thank you!
- On one condition.

Tomorrow morning, you
meet me at my office

20 minutes before homeroom,

you hand over the rest of
the drugs. All of them.

You understand me?

Yes, Coach.

Listen, kids around here,
they don't get second chances,

so don't waste yours.

I won't. I...

I'm sorry I let you down.

Yeah, well, you made a mistake.

It doesn't mean you
have to pay for it

for the rest of your life.

Hey, listen,

you will win State,

and you will get that
full scholarship,

but you're gonna do
it on your own steam,

because you're the best
wrestler on the mat.

You hear me?

Yes, sir. Thanks, Coach.

♪ Whoop

♪ Yeah, yeah

♪ How you move under pressure

♪ P-R-E-S-S-U-R-E

♪ You ain't in the
game like I am ♪

♪ You might wanna leave

♪ That thang stash tuck, no
you don't want to see it ♪

♪ It's a problem if
you ain't clutching ♪

♪ How you move under pressure

♪ She like my style
Like the things I do ♪

♪ When it comes to the
streets, yeah, I paid my dues ♪

♪ You ain't worried bout me
I ain't worried bout you ♪

♪ Yeah we gone see How
you move under pressure ♪

♪ She like my style
Like the things I do ♪

♪ When it comes to the
streets, yeah, I paid my dues ♪

♪ You ain't worried bout me
I ain't worried bout you ♪

♪ Yeah we gone see How
you move under pressure ♪

♪ P-R-E-S-S-U-R-E

♪ If you ain't in
the game like I am ♪

♪ You might wanna leave

♪ Got that thang stash tuck,
no you don't want to see it ♪

♪ It's a problem if
you ain't clutching ♪

♪ How you move under pressure ♪

I saw a video where you
can work on a cruise

and sightsee on your downtime.
- Hand me my water.

You wash dishes and then
snorkel when you're free.

Nico. Hand me my water?

We have to apply,
though. And if you're in,

it means we have to fill
out all these forms, so...

Nico, not now.

Sorry, I just...
- It's okay.

You gotta lock in.

Don't suck.

Love you.
- I love you.

Hey. You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.
It's just nerves.

This is your fourth match
in two days. And your last.

I used to get sick
before my matches too.

My father would always say,

nothing can stop you as long
as you know why you're here.

Why are you here?

I get the chance to do
things that Nico can't.

I don't wanna waste that luck.

Plus, the kid learned
how to walk twice.

I got no excuses for
not giving it my all.

How about a little more luck?

Used to wear these
at my matches.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Don't grow old, kid,

the rest is just taxes
and trips to the bathroom.

Are you TJ Ellis?

- Yeah. Hey.
- My name's Aaron Gardner,

I'm a doping officer
for the Pennsylvania

Interscholastic
Sports Federation.

You know the drill.
- Uh, didn't you guys test

at the beginning of the season?
- We're re-testing.

I'm on the mat in
15 minutes, man.

It'll only take two minutes.

I assume you've been
provided with the list

of banned substances;
anabolic steroids,

hormone modulators, stimulants,

and any masking agents that
might be used to fool the test.

So, are you guys
testing everyone?

Or just the public school kids?

The tests are completely
random. Per PISF policy.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say you seem reluctant

to submit to the test.
- No, no. No, I'm fine.

Okay. Mind if I
check your pockets?

Knock yourself out, man.

Up
next, the 145-pound

State final match.

TJ Ellis of Moss
Hill High School

versus Louis Vega of
Stonewood High School.

Listen...

He's made it this far.

He's gonna do great.

But if he doesn't win,
it'll also be okay.

He's afraid of becoming me.

But it's not so bad.

Hey. Any last-minute advice?

What?

You're ready. Go
kick some ass.

Thanks for everything, Coach.

Yeah. Get in there.

Okay, TJ.

Okay. All right, TJ. Focus.

Hey, turn him. Turn him.

Go. Yep.

Okay.

It's alright, TJ. Come
on, get after him.

Come on.

Watch the big throw!

Get outta there!

Go! Come on!

All right. Yes, good.

Let's go. Yes!

Yes, yes! Yes!

Let's go!

Yes! Let's go!

Yes!

Yes TJ!

Ladies
and Gentlemen,

your new Pennsylvania
State Champion, TJ Ellis.

Yeah!

The heart's
a machine. You know?

I never thought
about it, but it is.

Pumps, valves, chambers.

But if you push a machine
too hard for too long...

it breaks.

TJ? Hey, TJ. Hey, kid.

Medic! Hey!

- What's going on?
- Wait here.

TJ!

What happened? TJ!

He's
not breathing!

Justin did chest
compressions the whole time.

He just kept doin' it.

Just kept doin' it.
Just kept doin' it.

- Oh, my God!
- No. Oh no. Come on.

What happened?

What's happening?

What's happening?
- Please, please.

Help him, please!

Please. TJ, come on.

- Come on,
TJ. - TJ.

TJ!

What's happening?

Oh, my God!

Wasn't until I found
out how he was responsible

that I figured it out.

He wasn't trying
to keep TJ alive.

He was trying to
save his own life.

He needed TJ alive because
of what he had done.

It would have been hard
enough having just one child

with TJ or Nico's temperament,

but together?

They'd bite kids at school,

they...

they'd destroy
anything breakable.

They were like two little demons
just setting the world on fire,

and Rob and I were
always working, so...

I guess it was just
a matter of time.

They were in their
after-school program,

and somehow,

Nico found his way
out the window,

and onto the fire escape.

TJ, he stayed behind.

Then the fire escape
collapsed, and...

Nico fell four
stories onto his back.

He hit his head on the pavement.

They didn't know if he
would walk or speak again.

TJ helped him.

Nico needed a lot of help,

so we...

we put TJ in every
sport we could think of.

Is that when Mr. Ward first
took an interest in him?

He saw TJ play in a
pee wee football game

and said for the safety
of the other kids,

we should get him wrestling.

It was Justin's ticket out,

and... I thought it
could be TJ's, too.

I'm sure you're aware of
your son's autopsy findings.

You're aware that the steroid
abuse scarred TJ's heart,

giving him the sort
of artery blockages

usually found in middle-aged
heart attack victims?

- Yes.
- Did you trust that your son

was safe in Mr. Ward's care?

Yes.

Do you feel he broke that trust?

Can I have... Can I
have a minute, please?

Let's take
a five minute break.

Hey. What's goin' on?

I can't do it.

Because you don't want
to testify against him,

is that it? He lied to us.

He's not your high
school sweetheart,

he's an adult that
should know better.

- Rob!
- Why are you trying to protect

the man who killed our son?

Because it's not his
fault. It's mine.

I'm sorry.

Erica.

I just came to clean
out his locker.

Uh...

I'm sorry. I...

I would have called.

This no-contact order on
the part of the judge. I...

Yeah. I know.

Bought that with my
very first paycheck.

I swore I'd never open it

until one of my wrestlers
was State Champion.

This will be the
first bottle of booze

we've ever had together that
was more than ten bucks.

Yeah.

Listen, I...

I have to enter a plea.

My lawyer thinks
I have a defense.

Every wrestler needs a
full medical clearance

in order to compete. And,
um, I found TJ's health form

from December. And by
the time of this checkup,

he had been using for
about three months.

And with this level
of steroid use,

he would have had
heart palpitations,

high blood pressure, things
they would have caught,

but this Dr. Powell,
he didn't...

- Justin...
- I know I-I should,

I should have told you. I-I
should have stopped him.

I should have done
everything differently. I...

But this was December, I
didn't find out until April.

There were guardrails
to prevent this,

way before I knew, and
those guardrails broke.

And this doctor...
- There was no doctor.

What?

I forged... I forged the form.

TJ's checkups had
always been perfect.

He was doing great,

and, and our insurance
is through the roof

because of Nico, so I thought,

what's the harm of
missing one checkup?

I mean, never in a million
years would I have ever thought

there'd be anything to find.

I don't know.

Maybe they would have
found something. Maybe...

Maybe he'd still be here.

Does Rob know?

I can't tell him.

But, um...

You should know it's
not all your fault.

And you should tell your lawyer.

First, can I just
say, Mrs. Ellis,

how sorry I am for your loss.

You always expected a great
deal from TJ, didn't you?

- Yes.
- Why?

Because the stakes
were too high.

Someday, Rob and I wouldn't
be able to work anymore,

and there's no pension plan.

Nico needed more.

So, you thought,
by pushing one son,

you could help both of them?

TJ was his brother's keeper.

If he had a future,
then so did Nico.

Right. And maybe that worry,

that need, made you
a little reckless?

Maybe.

So can I ask, Mrs. Ellis,

how the form that
I have here is...

No.

- What?
- No more questions.

Not in front of her boy.

Are you out of your...

This is the key
piece of evidence.

- Counselor?
- Uh just, just one moment,

Your Honor, I'm sorry.
This is the reason

we took things to trial
in the first place.

She checked a box on a form.

It wouldn't have made
any difference anyway.

I can't make this right,
but I can at least do this.

No further questions for
the witness, Your Honor.

Do you promise to
tell the truth,

the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth?

Yes.

Have you heard of the myth
of Daedalus and Icarus?

Uh, sure. Uh, don't get
too close to the sun,

that whole thing. Yeah.

You're not the first to
make that comparison.

It's told as a tale
of Icarus's hubris,

but who do you think
was responsible

for Icarus taking flight?
The boy or the man?

I made a mistake.

I should have said something
as soon as I found out.

You told police that
upon discovering

TJ Ellis's steroid abuse,

that you confiscated the
steroids on April 16th,

eight days before the State
Championships, correct?

- Yes.
- What happens when someone

quits using steroids
cold turkey for one week?

I don't... I don't know.

Can you read the
highlighted portion

of this paper from the New
England Science Monitor?

Uh...

"The immediate
cessation of high-dose,

long-term anabolic steroid use

can cause weakness, fatigue,
and muscle and joint pain.

Users are advised to taper off

over a period of
four to six weeks."

If the sudden stoppage
of steroid use

causes catastrophic effects
on athletic performance,

TJ's heart would have
had to work twice as hard

to win that match.

His future was on the line!

A future your negligence
deprived him of.

Objection, Your
Honor, if I may...

You know, if this guy Daedalus
thought it was worth it

to use wax wings to
help his son escape,

then I'll bet he knew that
staying trapped in that maze

was an even bigger risk.

Yes...

It was a risk to let TJ compete.

But it was a risk to
let him stay in a town

that had nothing to offer him.

I know, I lived that life.

And I'm the lucky one.

Of the guys who were
on my wrestling team,

four of them are dead.

One of them overdosed.

One of them took his own life.

One of them wrapped his
car around a telephone pole

after a fifth of vodka.

And one of 'em
had a heart attack

and it took his
neighbor three days

to find him on his
bathroom floor.

I thought I was
saving TJ from that.

I thought if I pushed him...

he could get out.

But I pushed him
right into the sun.

Well, I heard on the TV that uh,

even if they find you guilty,

you're not gonna
get the full five.

Maybe three.

You were always great
at pep talks, Pop.

Well...

If you'd invited me to the
trial, I would have come.

Pop, you're in no shape

to spend eight hours at a trial.

Sounds like you got a little
emotional on the stand.

It made it seem like
it was your fault.

- Maybe it was my fault.
- Yeah, but you don't admit it.

Ha. You never admit anything.

All right, you did
the right thing.

The kid wanted to
become a champion,

you made him a champion.

You didn't know him.

Don't talk about what he wanted.

Why? You want to
train a horse,

you gotta break it first.

You never rode a
horse in your life.

No, but I raised
a son, didn't I?

Same thing.

I never told TJ how
proud I was of him.

He knew.

If Justin had come back to
Moss Hill after college...

Would you still've picked me?

Would any of this have happened?

You remember how cold it was
that fall after graduation?

I was staring down
the next five decades

restocking shelves.

And it was snowing in October.

I hated the cold.

But you took me sledding.

I wanted to see my
life through your eyes.

Thought maybe it
would rub off on me.

But it didn't.

Maybe it still could.

We the jury, in the
case of the Commonwealth

of Pennsylvania
versus Justin Ward,

find the defendant guilty
of involuntary manslaughter.

Jury, thank
you for your service.

Given the potential penalty,

I'm ordering the defendant
held pending sentencing,

which will occur
October the 21st.

This court is now adjourned.

All rise.

Difuze