"Well-wishers continue to lay candles and messages of support and hope outside Governor Bennett's Bel-Air residence since his eight-year-old son Nicholas was kidnapped seven days ago." "Governor Bennett!" "Governor." "They found a body." "It's him." "Yes!" "Yeah." "Shots?" "Yeah!" "Um..." "Hey, when you're done with them, can you get me a drink?" "A beer." "Yeah." "Hang on a sec." "Thank you." "It's called a gay bar." "For gay people." "Here you go." "Oh, hey, thank you, man." "Thank you." "All right." "No problem." "Hey, Kyle." "You like that, faggot?" "Oh." "To me." "Let's pretend to burn one." "There it is." "There it is." "What time is it?" "About 5:30." "I gotta go, man." "I got all the money." "I'm out of here, man." "You're just gonna play and take our money?" "Hey, man, that's the game." "Pundits seem to be split as the trial of Malcolm Miller comes to a close." "As you all know, Malcolm Miller is accused of the kidnapping and murder of Nicholas Bennett." "The eight-year-old son of Governor Mark Bennett, last year." "In just a few hours, famed attorney Henry Pritchard will make his closing arguments for the defense." "Sorry, boss." "Been awake all night again, I see." "Yeah, I- You know, it's this case." "I'm going to sleep for a month once it's over." "Hm." "That makes two of us." "Yeah." "Come on." "Okay." "I just want to say we are looking forward to laying out our reasoning one final time before the jury begins deliberations." "We're confident our client will be found innocent, because he is." "See you all at the end of the day." "Mr. Pritchard, one last question please." "All rise." "The Honorable Judge Weiss is now presiding." "You may be seated." "I'm afraid I have bad news." "You may have noticed that Juror Number Two is not here." "He was assaulted last night and is currently recovering in the hospital." "I'm appointing an alternate juror to take his place, and out of an abundance of caution," "I will be sequestering the 12 of you to a hotel for the remainder of the deliberations." "The LAPD has assured me that none of you are in danger." "They have strong evidence that Juror Number Two was targeted because of his sexual orientation." "And while we are all concerned for him, we are at the end of an extraordinary and very public case, one that demands a verdict." "The sequester will only last until you have that verdict." "In the meantime, there will be no outside contact with the world, that includes TV, cell phones and the internet." "Your meals will be provided for you and you will have a single five-minute call each evening, and that call will be monitored." "Your job is to deliberate, to come to a consensus as demanded by the justice system." "The 12 of the accused's peers either find Malcolm Miller innocent or guilty beyond a reasonable doubt." "Godspeed, and through you may justice be served." "Dad, you gotta call before you just show up in my office." "This is some pretty interesting shit here." "It's pretty sloppy police work, but what would you expect from the San Francisco Police Department?" "These are confidential." "You could get me in trouble." "Far be it for me to try to make more trouble for you, keeping the scumbags out of jail." "Spoken like a true ex-cop." "What's up, Dad?" "Uh..." "How are you?" "How's the knee?" "Still going to physical therapy?" "Well, these young kids, they don't know what the hell they're talking about with their Pilates crap and the" "The big giant purple rubber bands." "When I was just coming up, they, you know, pulled the bullet out, taped you up, sent you back on the job." "Yeah, and you walked, uh, 50 miles to and from school uphill both ways." "Yeah, and I had to cut the crusts on my own sandwiches." "Hey, Danny, there is a Sophia on line one for you." "Sophia who?" "You know what?" "Never mind." "Just send her to voicemail." "Dad, I'm super busy." "What's going on?" "Oh, okay." "Well, we'll have to take a rain check on this lunch that we scheduled." "Ah, shit." "Dad, I completely forgot." "You've got a lot on your plate." "Breakfast tomorrow." "I" " I got a meeting." "I can push it." "You don't have to do that." "No, no, no, it's done. 7:30." "Wherever you want." "My treat." "Where do you think?" "The usual greasy spoon." "All right." "7:30." "I'll hold my breath." "Yeah, okay." "Sorry, Pop." "It's all right." "Danny, this is, uh, Sophia Russo, one of the witnesses from the trial." "Sorry I didn't give you my last name." "I didn't know if it was appropriate to call with the jury deliberating, but it's why I'm calling." "Listen, Malcolm was a friend, and it killed me to testify against him." "Can you just call me back when you get this?" "818-121-8791." "I really have to talk to you." "Hey, I'm not here." "Do your thing." "Uh, hi, Sophia." "This is Danny Firmin calling you back." "I'm sorry I missed you." "Um, I'd love to talk to you." "Please call me at my office." "Thank you." "Okay." "So I know that no one here expected to deliberate this case trapped in a hotel, but let's try to ignore that and just do our job." "So would anyone like to suggest where we should begin?" "Why don't we start from the beginning?" "Outlining the facts, what we can agree on." "Go from there?" "Sounds good to me" "Maybe we should start at the part where one of us was jumped outside a bar last night and beat?" "They still haven't found the guy." "I heard Kyle's on a defibrillator." "It's called a ventilator." "Yeah, whatever." "It's bullshit." "He just got banged up a bit." "A head wound, that's all." "Wait a minute." "How do you know?" "I made the bailiff tell me when he said I was gonna be stuck with you lovely people for God only knows how many days." "And on that note, if we get to a consensus today, we get to leave today." "That's the carrot." "So unless there are no other questions..." "Maybe we make this easy on ourselves, if at this point we all think he's guilty." "Oh, yeah." "Uh, we really need to get into it before we start voting." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Are you the foreman now?" "I mean, come on, guys." "The writing is on the walls." "Only an idiot would think this guy didn't do it." "Is it too late to get Kyle back?" "What is that supposed to mean?" "It means that we liked Kyle because he was capable of critical thought." "Which is important when you're deliberating whether or not to send a man to Death Row." "That actually happens during the sentencing trial." "I understand our legal system." "Well, since you think he's innocent, please, by all means, tell me why." "Hell, yeah, we about to have a catfight." "We will get into that, Marisa, once we establish the facts." "Right." "Let's do just that." "Malcolm Miller, former caretaker of the governor's son." "The man accused of kidnapping and murdering him for an $80 million ransom." "A ransom that still hasn't been found." "How are you holding up?" "I should have testified." "I could've convinced them." "I know I could've." "Malcolm, Henry Pritchard is... one of the top defense attorneys in the country." "It's not about what you would've said, it's about how the prosecution would've twisted your words." "If Pritchard thought it was better not to testify, than, trust me, it was." "Anyway, I came down to tell you that the jury's been sequestered." "Is this because the one of the jurors was beat up last night?" "Yeah." "One of the older inmates said this could be good for me." "That you could spin this as being a jury tampering." "That we could get a retrial." "Unfortunately, uh, that's unlikely." "But, I mean, we should push for it." "Don't we want a second chance at trying the case?" "We know the prosecution's strategy now." "That's- They know ours too." "So it certainly doesn't help." "I've got to get out of here." "Guys like me, they don't survive in here." "Listen, you're gonna get out of here." "Pritchard did not garner his reputation by losing cases." "He gave a hell of a defense for you." "Nothing is more important to me right now than you walking out of here a free man." "Okay?" "Nothing." "That's bullshit." "That's bullshit!" "That's fucking bullshit." "It's okay." "It's fine, it's fine." "Malcolm, please." "Please." "All right." "There's one other thing I gotta talk to you about." "I got a message at my office today from Sophia Russo." "What did she want?" "I don't know yet." "I called her back a couple times." "She didn't answer." "She sounded funny on the phone." "Yeah, sh-she's probably sorry." "Sorry for what?" "For lying on the stand." "I was sitting next to you while she testified." "Why didn't you say anything?" "I did." "Pritchard said that it wasn't a good idea to go after her because hearing her repeat over and over again that I roughed up Nicholas a week before he disappeared would've just cemented it in the jury's memory." "What, you guys didn't talk about this?" "No, yeah, we talked about it." "Back to Sophia." "Um, she just feels bad now?" "She's sorry." "Your verdict's coming down the pipe, she wants to take it all back?" "Yeah, I mean, that could be good for us, right?" "Couldn't hurt." "Right." "So we all acknowledge the boy was kidnapped just after midnight on the night of April 12th." "Whoever did it looped the security footage." "And was pretty damn lucky the security guard had food poisoning and didn't notice." "Dude could've poisoned him." "There are many common and easily attainable substances that can cause food poisoning." "Even a cab driver can figure out how to incapacitate a guard." "It's not rocket science." "So, what?" "He slipped him some bad beef, waited for him to puke, looped the cameras, grabbed the kid." "And then tied him up in a warehouse somewhere and was back to the governor's house in under an hour." "Plenty of time to play dumb when he woke up and the kid is gone." "That's what the prosecution alleges." "We're talking about what we know." "I'll tell you what we know." "That a couple of kids, seven days later, walking in Griffith Park found that boy's body lying up against a tree." "No killer would leave him like that unless he cared about the boy, the way Malcolm Miller did." "So after the governor already paid the ransom," "$80 million dollars wired into four overseas bank accounts, what you're telling me is that Malcolm Miller, a glorified nanny, knew how to launder that kind of money?" "Yes." "It really doesn't take all that much to set up a bunch of anonymous overseas accounts." "I may or may not do that for clients on a daily basis." "A couple fake IDs..." "Again, it's not rocket science." "There is no such thing as rocket science." "It is aerospace engineering." "My point is that even someone with an average education could pull this off." "Malcolm Miller has a Computer Science degree from UCLA." "I have an English degree from Berkeley." "Doesn't make me Shakespeare." "Obviously." "But let's not forget the governor and his wife were at a fundraiser in Manhattan Beach." "So Malcolm Miller was the last person to see Nicholas Bennett alive." "So you're trying to convince us that a married man, a father, who practically raised Nicholas since he was two, took him from his bed, starved him in a warehouse for five days, demanded $80 million ransom, got it" "and then shoved a rag so far down his throat that he choked to death?" "Could any of you do that?" "I don't think so." "Depending on the kid, I could do it." "Wow." "So on that note, it's been a frustrating, but I think productive, first day." "So why don't we take a vote?" "All those for guilty?" "And not guilty." "Six and six." "Well, no one said this was gonna be easy." "Have you been on time to class?" "Yes." "You" " Oh." "Ryan, meet my sister." "Jenny." "Hey, nice to meet you." "Totally nice to meet you." "Anna didn't say she had a sister." "Hmm, should I be mad at her?" "Oh, I would be." "I just came to bring her her anti-psychotics." "Ha, ha." "She brought me my insulin." "But I saved her life." "Yeah, you did." "How am I ever gonna thank you?" "I accept gifts." "Jewelry preferred." "Okay, ladies, visit's over." "Yes, sir, officer, sir." "Bye, kiddo." "Bye." "Nice to meet you, Ryan." "Nice to meet you too." "Okay." "Okay." "You two seem to have a lot of fun together." "She's my best friend, even though she's a pain in the ass." "Well, today was interesting." "Yeah." "I thought everyone was very nice at the trial." "Now we're all trapped in the room, true colors are coming out." "Well, at least it isn't getting personal." "Give it a day or two." "We'll see." "This is me." "You back that way?" "No, I'm the other direction." "Well, um, good night." "Good night." "Oh, leave it." "I'll take care of it." "I got it." "Pria misentered the hospital board gala in my calendar." "It's actually this Thursday." "Can you still go with me?" "I don't know." "I'll have to check with Sean." "Oh, no, don't worry about it." "I'll, uh, I'll have Pria check with him." "Excuse me, governor?" "I'm sorry, Mrs. Bennett." "I didn't know you were here." "Good night, boys." "Good night." "Good night, Mrs. Bennett." "I know you're preoccupied, governor, but I thought you should know." "Our man is on the move." "What do you mean?" "California?" "Possibly." "Is this timed with my gun control bill or the trial?" "My money's on both." "And until we catch him," "I want to increase security detail for you and Mrs. Bennett." "I also want to curtail your public appearances." "Fine on the security detail." "My appearances will stay on the books." "The best way to deal with him is a show of strength." "Understood." "Sir." "Hey, I'm not here." "Do your thing." "Uh, hi, Sophia, Danny Firmin calling again." "Just thought maybe I'd catch you at the end of the night." "Um, if you get this tonight, give me a try on my cell." "310-198-6676." "Thank you." "Hey." "Hey." "I literally haven't seen you for 24 hours." "You must be exhausted." "Yeah, and then some." "Come here." "How was this morning?" "It was great." "You know what would be greater?" "You and me ordering cheap Thai food, eating it in bed and passing out." "That would be great, but I can't." "I've got a client dinner at 8, and then a quick 10 p. m. prep for a morning interview." "If you can stay awake until 11:30," "I think I have room in my calendar for mind-blowing sex." "I think I can pencil you in." "Thanks." "Just make sure that pencil's got plenty of lead, counselor." "Shit." "Want to go again?" "Yeah, okay." "Jenny?" "Oh, my God."