"Hobbs:" "To conclude my opening statement, let me read to you from the signed confession the defendant gave on the night of the murder" "10 months ago." "He says, "it was our third anniversary." "We were going to dinner." "Lisa had dropped off the baby with her mom." "I started celebrating early and got drunk." "Lisa argued with me." "I don't remember why, but I slapped her." "She packed a bag to leave." "I pushed her, and she fell over the second-floor railing of our house and hit her head on the tile below." "I know I should've called 911 right away, but for some reason I'll never understand," "I went out to a bar." "I don't remember which one." "I didn't notice Lisa on the floor when I came home, and I passed out on the sofa." "The defendant has since withdrawn his first confession, replacing it with a statement insisting he simply can't recall what happened the night his wife was murdered." "It's all slipped his mind." "It will be my job to remind him." "Mr. Raydor, your opening argument for the defense?" "Jack: [ Clears throat ]" "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the murder of Lisa Song was a... a tragedy." "And the night that she died..." "[ Sighs ]" "Well, not my client's finest hour, for he failed to exhibit the maturity one often associates with the words "husband..."" ""Father."" "And after a drunken blackout, he even let the police fill in his memory blanks for him." "But I don't blame the police for focusing their investigation on Mr. Song." "He certainly is no superhero." "Which means, in addition to falling short to the needs of his wife and daughter, he also could not alter the laws of physics, nor could he exceed the limits of his molecular structure, because he's not a superhero." "The defense intends to introduce scientifically-irrefutable evidence that Mr. Song did not murder his wife." "So, we won't ask for mercy." "We won't ask for forgiveness." "But simply..." "Justice." "Thank you." "♪" "Hobbs:" "That's why I asked you down here." " Right before court this morning..." " Mm-hmm." "Jack tells the judge that he just this moment found evidence exonerating his client, so it was too late to be included in discovery." " What is he up to?" " Jack bluffs." "Did Mr. Song write out his confession in his own hand?" "Yes, and when the police showed up at his house, he was covered in his wife's blood." "It's a no-brainer." "I offered manslaughter because I was iffy on intent." "Jack said, "nope, see you in court."" "Jack:" "Pardon me." "Excuse me." "[ Sighs ] Good opening, Hobbs." "Using the signed confession?" "Whoa." "Where's this damn evidence exonerating your client?" "Oh, it's on its way." "Uh, and you let me know where you are tonight and I'll hand deliver it." "Excusez-moi." "Lovely seeing you, Sharon." "I'm glad this is almost over." "Au revoir, ladies." "Woman: 911." "What's your emergency?" "Ken:" "My wife, she's hurt." "Send help now!" "Come on!" "Sounds like he's half in the bag." " 6:42 A.M. and his blood alcohol's at a .12." " Sir?" "Sir?" "Can you tell me what happened?" "Sir?" "Ken:" "I found Lisa." "I found my wife on the floor." "I think she's dead." "And the rest was just his address and advice from the 911 operator." "So, I'm assuming that Detective Bell tried to corroborate Mr. Song's claim that he'd been drinking." "Of course." "We all did." "But Mr. Song couldn't remember where he went." "And Detective Bell would've kept at it, too, but six days after the arrest, he had a stroke." "Besides, it's always the husband." "And we got a great confession." "So what could Jack Raydor possibly have that would invalidate that?" "Something about the laws of physics." "I don't know." "Andrea, whatever happened to the crime scene..." "Uh, Lisa and Ken's house?" "Still owned by Ken Song's parents." "You know, I would hate to be accused of reopening an investigation because the defense attorney was my ex-husband." "Well, I wasn't married to the son of a bitch." "Come on, Buzz." "We're gonna look into this murder and see if there's anything that Detective Bell missed." "Lieutenant..." "Thank you." "Captain, if I can ruin Jack Raydor's day," "I promise you, the pleasure will be all mine." "Buzz, see if any of those dummies can come with us." "What the... hey!" "Oh, sorry." "Heads up." ""Heads up" is supposed to come before you throw something." "And you missed the mark again." "I didn't know you were standing there, Buzz." "Photogenic family." "These pictures tell a different story." "[ Groans ]" " You okay, Lieutenant?" " Uh, yeah, pretty much." "Not ready to make an appointment with you, anyway." "[ Chuckles ]" "Well, I remember this woman..." "Last case I did with Detective Bell." "Poor guy." "Lisa took one slap in the face before the fall, then cracked skull and cheekbone." "Bruising on her upper arm and other cheek, all antemortem." "Cause of death was cranial hematoma due to blunt force trauma..." "i.e. falling on her head." "Then she died." "We-well, not right away." "Check this out." "Because she was wearing a Fitbit," "I have an exact time line." "See, her pulse starts spiking at 7:32 P.M." "Probably when the fight started." "Pulse remains elevated till 7:48, when it takes a downward turn." "Gets weaker and weaker until three hours later..." " The light goes out." " With her husband sleeping it off on the missing sofa." "And his socks covered in Lisa's blood." "Well, this guy certainly celebrated his anniversary in style." " Oh!" " Julio!" " Oh, heads up, sir." " And you missed the mark again." "Sykes, please grab this dummy." "I'll kill it myself." "And you, you stay right here and, you know, take deep breaths." "[ Breathes deeply ]" "[ Clunking ]" "So, this suitcase was right here the night of the murder." "Yes, sir." "Seems right." "Well, it looks like the victim was leaving the bastard, sir." "Partial heel mark on her blouse, not identifiable." "She fell backwards, hit the rail, flipped over it, and landed facedown." " Mike?" " What I think happened is, as they were arguing, Ken pushed Lisa." "She has a suitcase in her hand." "Boom!" "Puts that mark on the wall." "As it intensifies, she drops it." "Argue, argue, argue, argue, argue, aah..." "Amy, want to give it a try?" "♪" "Okay." "Heads up!" "[ Dummy thuds ]" "Damn it, Julio." "Uh, sorry, Lieutenant." "That was me." "You hit the mark exactly." "Laws of physics my ass." "More like the laws of gravity." "Ahh, three of my favorite people." "Bon soir." "I wanted to get that evidence over to you as quickly as possible." "No matter what you have, Jack, we can prove murder." "Yes, but can you prove that Ken Song was the killer?" "Here." "For your viewing pleasure." "It speaks volumes, but I can narrow it down to just one word..." "Acquittal." "From the French acquitter." "Yes, I've, uh, been studying the old français for about a year now." "I met this young lady who..." "Oh, uh, well, that's for another day." "Anyway, I will leave you to come to terms with losing on your own." "Au revoir." "What a jerk." "You have no idea." " Heads up, girls." " Aah!" "[ Women cheering ]" "Oh, my god." "Is this Ken Song?" "It is... time stamp 7:47 P.M., January 22nd." "Woman:" "Get out of here." "So, if we believe the Fitbit's date and time stamp, on which I built my case..." "A minute before Lisa was attacked," "Ken Song was drunk somewhere else, wearing the clothes in which he was arrested..." "With no blood on them." "The laws of physics..." "Ken Song couldn't have been in two places at once." "I'd pack for you, Lieutenant, but I've got my interview with Slider today." "Oh, that's right." "Good luck." "Yeah, I'm feeling pretty positive." "Uh, his lawyer promised to help me." "Oh, youth." "Still believes in helpful lawyers." "Tell me something, Rusty, why are you wasting your time with this knucklehead Slider, anyway?" ""My mother didn't breastfeed me." "My father didn't encourage me."" "They're killers." "All the rest is just "blah, blah, blah."" "Yeah, that's how the police look at it." "But the "blah, blah, blah" really interests me." "Okay, I am off to the courthouse." "Rusty, could you give Andy a ride to work for me?" "Oh, I'm not riding with you?" "I promised Andrea that I would go with her to talk to Judge Grove." "Please, please track down the bar" " where Ken Song was drinking, and, Rusty..." " Yeah?" "Remember, don't ask Slider anything about Mariana's murder." " I won't." " Okay." "Grove:" "If you were withholding information from this court, that would be a serious offense." "The defense received this new evidence only recently." "I spent several days trying to authenticate it." "Your Honor, in order to prove this video's authenticity..." "I've watched it several times." "It's clearly the defendant." "And he's also clearly someplace else when the murder occurred, unless the time stamp's erroneous." "The LAPD is trying to determine that, Your Honor." "But if you can't say the video's fake, how do you go forward, Andrea?" "Question the time line that you established with the Fitbit?" "Your Honor, we've had less than 16 hours to properly evaluate this new evidence." "Excuse me, but that's not true." "The state has had months to follow up on this using the D.A.'s investigative division or the LAPD," " the third largest police department in the country." " Uh, uh, uh..." "Mr. Raydor, this may shock you, but I'm fairly well-acquainted with the local law-enforcement community, okay?" " Of course, Your Honor." "I'm sorry." " Make your point." "Well, Your Honor, the defense requires neither more time nor more time lines." "Okay." "Andrea, the law here is not on your side." "I will allow the people a day to disprove the video, and then we have to pick up this trial where we left off, at, uh, 1:30 tomorrow afternoon." "Yes." "Thank you, Your Honor." "Thank you, Judge." "Excuse me." "Ultimately, if Mr. Song is innocent, this is a good thing." "Beverly:" "Yesterday morning, you told me he was guilty as sin, that this was an open-and-shut case, and the bastard would spend the rest of his life in jail for killing my girl." "He confessed." "He had my sister's blood all over him." "But we just received a video that seems to suggest that Mr. Song was in a bar during the time that Lisa was attacked." "Ken was in a bar every night of his life." "Whatever video you have proves nothing." "Oh!" "I can't believe this." "You said trust you." "Trust the system, and now he's getting out." "If the video is real, we would be convicting the wrong person." "My god, I..." "Does he get Mia, too?" "If he's found innocent," "Mr. Song would likely have his parental rights restored." "But, look, Mrs. Lowe..." "No, I won't look." "Not after all we've been through." "God." "I don't get it." "How could you have been so wrong this whole time?" "Provenza:" "We have our heads in the cloud, which apparently is a place that computer stuff hangs out together." "Every document, picture, piece of music in the could has its own unique digital signature, rather like a strand of DNA." "Now, to see if someone fussed with the video's..." "Mike, what she wants to know is could anyone have altered this time stamp?" "Doesn't look like it yet." "Okay, it would be very helpful if we knew the name of the bar." "Flynn:" "Well, we're closing in on it." "Buzz:" "In starting this video, we've come across several clues we're using to help focus our search." "If you look at this guy in the background right here, you can see him adjusting a mic on the stage." "And under the mic looks like a karaoke machine, though that doesn't narrow the field all that much." "Hey, buzz, can you, uh, zip ahead a few seconds, please?" "Sure." "Okay, stop right there." "Thanks." "All right, you see that?" "This place was hosting a Storms vs. Reina viewing party, which required a license fee." "What are these little note pads right here?" "Buzz, can you hit play again?" " Right there." " Oh, those note pads are for trivia tournaments." " It's a thing now." " Flynn:" "All right, all we have to do now is find the bar that licensed the fight, has a karaoke machine, and hosts a trivia tournament" " on Thursday nights." " Uh, make sure I get the address so I don't wander in there by mistake." "Okay, I think I got it." "Looking at all the web sites for bars that licensed the fight, one has trivia night Thursdays and karaoke on Mondays and Tuesdays." "And it's in west L.A..." "Not too far from the victim's house." "Buttersweets Bar and Tavern." "Ooh, sounds delicious." "[ Indistinct conversations ]" "Maybe we should talk to the bartender." "[ Mouse clicks ] Yeah, that's me." "I can't say I really remember that night specifically." "And... and two or three drunks get asked to leave nearly every shift." "Do you recognize this man, or anyone else in the video?" "Him, not really." "Those girls, though, they come in a bunch." "They're all grad students at UCLA." " You know any of their names?" " No, sorry." "Just a lot of Ashleys and Morgans." "I do know why they were at the bar, though." "Y-you see that huge glass on the table with the crazy straw and the plastic cow?" "That's the butter bomb." "We fill it up for you on your birthday, and you drink all night for free." "So, one of these UCLA girls was celebrating her birthday?" "Yeah, yeah, for sure." "I always check driver's licenses just to confirm." "Well, happy birthday to us, maybe." "Why are these girls so important?" "I'm contacting the UCLA registrar's office right now." "Because we think one of them took the video of their party." " They're not in trouble?" " No, in fact, they may have saved an innocent man from life in prison." "They paid by credit card." "You want me to see if my boss can get copies of the receipts from that night?" " Yes." " All right, I'll ask him." "I mean..." "I mean, I-I know he has them." " He keeps them all." " Hobbs:" "Hate to say it, but maybe I'm prosecuting the wrong guy." "What if Mr. Song documented his time at the bar so someone else could do the murder?" "The video conveniently shows up at trial after jeopardy's attached." "He's found innocent, and he can never be tried for his wife's murder again." "But then, if that was his plan, why did he confess to this crime to begin with?" "Flynn had to run to the doctor." " Why?" "What's wrong?" " Nothing." "Look, if it was really serious, I wouldn't have told you." "He'll be back in an hour, as irritating as ever." "Well, that was relatively quick." "I went through the photo I.D.s of all UCLA girls born the same day as the murder." "Meet Ainsley Reed, master's degree candidate in psychology." "Sykes:" "Well, here she is at the bar, holding the butter bomb." "Ainsley:" "My friend Morgan had sent this video to me the day after the party, and I must have watched it 30 times." "Uh, we went back to Buttersweets a week later, and someone handed me a flyer about this guy." "I didn't want to get too involved," " because... what's his name?" " Ken Song." "Yeah, well, when we got there, he was hanging with this lady, and all making out." "It was gross." "She got upset and left for some reason." "Then he started hitting on my friend Alison, and she was like, "ugh," and had to push him off of her." "Is this the lady he was making out with?" "No, she was more brunette." "So, when did you send the video in to the address on the flyer?" "Right after I got it, so, near my birthday..." "Last of January, maybe February." " You sure about that?" " Yeah." "Why?" "Am I in trouble or something?" "Quite the opposite, Ainsley." "You are helping us fill in the blanks to a terrible crime." "Here, why don't you come with me and we'll get your statement down on paper?" "[ Door opens ]" "His client was having an affair?" "Is that why Jack held back this video..." "So we wouldn't find out?" "Maybe, but I think Jack is looking for a reward." "$250,000 a month, to be exact." "Oh, my god." "He's planning a civil suit." "Of course he is." "That is the Ace that's burning a hole in Jack's pocket." "He isn't just trying to use this video to get his client off Scott-free, he's getting ready to sue the LAPD and the city for wrongful imprisonment." "♪" "[ Door buzzes ]" "You again." "Now what?" "First, may I record you?" "[ Sighs ] Sure, knock yourself out." "Hey." "Hey, hey, hey." "I said record." "No filming." "I don't want people to see me like this." "I have a suit for the trial and everything." "Okay, um, all right." "Well, uh, we'll start with just your voice, then." "Okay?" "So, what's this about?" "Still going on about Alice or what?" "Her... her real name was Mariana." "Yeah, I heard that from my lawyer." "Mariana." "So?" "You came here to tell me her sad story?" "Is that it?" "No, I want to talk about you." "Didn't your lawyer give you" " the info I passed on to him about..." " Info?" "[ Laughs ]" "Info." "No." "No, man, I did not get any info." "And the last time you asked me stuff, you hustled me." "Okay, you got everything you wanted and I got shit." "I let you interview me, what do I get out of that, huh?" "What do I get?" "I saw your log, Slider." "Aside from your attorney," "I'm the only other visitor you've had here." "My biological mother was in county jail for a year, and she told me that she would do almost anything..." "I thought your mother was a cop." "Yeah, my adopted mother is a cop." "My biological mother is..." "Is an addict with a great disappearing act." "Oh." "Is that how you ended up on the street?" "When you said you lived on the street?" "Your mother put you there, is that it?" "Yeah, basically." "Anyway, when she was where you are, she said that anything that interrupted her daily routine here was worthwhile." "Well, guess what, man?" "I'm not your mother." "I did not kill this Alice, Mariana..." " Whatever her name was." " Slider, I am not allowed to talk with you about that." "What I was hoping to speak with you about..." "Weren't you brought up an American?" "I mean, don't you believe in innocent until proven guilty?" "My lawyer says I'm guaranteed that..." "Innocent until proven guilty." "Hobbs:" "We are way beyond the "shadow of a doubt" part of this conversation." "If you withheld crucial evidence for 10 months, Jack..." "Taylor:" "That's not only an ethical breach, Jack, but maybe an act of criminal conspiracy." "Do you all want to be bad losers?" "Folding your hands, blaming your cards?" " Or you want to hear what happened?" " Sharon:" "Oh, you're gonna explain." "This should be fascinating." "If you notice, on the flyers we circulated, respondents were asked to type in the subject line of their e-mails the name Ken Song." "Instead, the girl who sent the evidence typed in "Video of My Birthday"" "from what appeared to be a spam e-mail address." "This went directly to my top-notch investigator's junk file." " Uh, I..." " Do you actually think anyone would believe this?" "I don't care what you believe." "As the trial approached, I asked the investigator to put together all of the e-mails he had received, and voila." "So, you saw this video, what, two days ago?" "Possibly two weeks." "You sat on evidence after your client confessed." "But I couldn't place the bar in which it was shot." "Oh, and by the way, thank you for providing a witness that was actually there and remembers so much." "It should come in handy down the road." "Because it strengthens a civil suit your client can file when his case is dismissed?" "That's why you held onto this evidence for so many months?" "Naturally, Mr. Song should be compensated for his wrongful imprisonment." "Oh, that witness that you're so happy about also remembers Ken making out with a woman who left the bar shortly before the murder." "Well, make sure you tell that to the judge so I can have it ruled prejudicial and inadmissible." "You can say what you want, but you turned down a deal for manslaughter, which means you'd seen that video." "Jack Raydor, we could've released Ken Song last March, and you kept an innocent man locked up in jail." "There's the nagging voice of someone else's conscience again." "Well, here's the truth." "Like it or not, if all of you had done as good a job as I had on this, we wouldn't be here working through all this little contretemps." "Would we?" "I'll see myself out." "[ Sighs ]" "♪" "[ Door closes ]" "The worst part is, his explanation of the evidence works, legally." "And even if it didn't, the video is still admissible." " Sharon?" " Hm?" "Any thoughts?" "Just one, really." "If Ken Song didn't murder his wife..." "Who did?" "Sykes:" "Captain, this name popped out at me." "We were looking through all the bar receipts, and guess who else was there the night of the murder?" "Mary lowe." "The victim's sister." "I know." "I saw her in court." "She was at Buttersweets at 7:05 P.M." "Are we sure it was her?" "Well, I ran that picture by Ainsley, our birthday girl, in a six pack, and she I.D.'d Mary as the woman that was making out with Ken Song." "If she left the bar after signing this receipt, she could have easily driven to Lisa's house." "And if Mary was in love with her sister's husband, well, that's motive." "Okay, let's invite Mary for a visit and see if she's up to something worse than adultery." "Thank you." "The doctor said, since I had that little dustup with the car, um, let me see, uh, what..." "Some kind of lining got stretched or snapped..." "Who knows?" "Anyway, resulting in a bit of coag..." "Coagulation?" "Andy, you have a blood clot?" "Uh, little one..." "Very small." "They gave me some meds to break it down, but if that doesn't work, I have to get surgery." " Surgery?" "What kind of surgery?" " Very common." "You know, they open up my artery and just take that little sucker right out of my neck." "In your carotid artery?" "That's where the blood clot is?" "Uh, listen, before we go any further, um..." "First, I had to report to Provenza as my immediate supervisor, and then to you as my commanding officer, uh, that I need clearance from my physician" " before I return to work." " That's not a problem." "And since the doctor says I need to be monitored 24/7, provenza spoke with Patrice who, if you remember, used to be a professional nurse, and... and she's agreed to hang with me when you and the kid aren't at your condo..." " I mean, if I can stay there until the clot goes away." " Of course." "Oh, uh, [Stammers] There's just one more thing." "Um, can we just keep this whole thing about my blood-clot situation between you and me?" "And... you know, and Provenza?" "I mean, you can tell your kids." "I don't want them to think that I'm moving in or something." " Otherwise..." " [ Chuckles ]" "Okay." "I'll keep it very quiet." "And, um, Emily and Ricky and Rusty will completely understand." "Uh, yeah." "Um..." "I'm still healing." " I'm sorry." " So no hugs." "Also, there's no running, no reaching above my head, no crossing my legs for some reason." "[ Laughs ] I mean, that's odd, right?" " Well." " From the... eh, but okay." "All right, no bending over, and no driving." "So I'll need a ride home, uh, I mean to your condo." "Hobbs:" "So, on the list you gave me of your movements on last January 22nd, you just forgot to mention you had drinks with your sisters murderer right before he killed her?" "Because to me, that sounds like you were trying to have the justice system off the guy." "No, no, no, I..." "I was trying to calm Ken down." "He and Lisa got into a terrible fight." "He was afraid that she was going to leave him and take the baby." "She wouldn't have." "She loved him too much." "But Ken called me to meet, and I felt..." "You felt what?" "Look." "I already told you, he needed reassurance." "Lisa loved Ken, but she could be mean to him sometimes." "Was that because of Ken's drinking, or because he was screwing her sister?" "Oh, I think we touched a nerve." " And that's my cue to leave." " Why?" "Because, Mary, you're not just a witness anymore." "That's why we read you your rights, ma'am." "And what you say next" "I shouldn't hear in person." "What are you talking about?" " Just wait." " Always a love triangle." " [ Door opens, closes]" " Who says three is better than two?" "Mary, Lieutenant Provenza." "Yeah?" "Now that your memory is working better," "I'd like to ask if, in addition to your being in a bar with Ken Song" "30 minutes before your sister was murdered," "I'd like to ask if you recall making out with him." "We weren't making out." "Lie to me again and I'll arrest you for murder, capisce?" " I'm not lying." " There's a witness." " Last chance." " We need to find out when you started this affair with your brother-in-law." "Before the baby was born?" "Before I knew he was a murderer." "Well, just hold on... you're the one who left the bar." " Not Ken." " You're the one that had time to go back to Lisa's house and knock your sister over the railing." " H-he must have left the bar, too." " Wrong, he stayed." "He had nothing to do with Lisa's death." "Unless the two of you planned her murder together." " Is that it?" " What?" "No!" "Ken did it." "He confessed." "Well, to cover for you?" "So, Ken goes to jail, you don't have to?" "So the whole world doesn't find out that you were trying to steal your sister's husband?" "Wait!" "Just wait." "[ Stammers ] I think I need..." "[ Mutters ] I need a lawyer." "♪" "Yeah, she probably does." "Hobbs:" "But if we're going to prove a conspiracy between her and Ken Song, we have a very limited amount of time to do that." "♪" "So, how'd your meeting with that dirtbag Slider go?" "Uh, not good." "I-I gave his attorney questions to pass along, and Slider said he never got them." "He just spent the whole time, like, repeating that he was innocent over and over again, and complaining about how the system had always been stacked up against him." "Oh, yeah." "Poor guy." "Murderer kills an innocent 15-year-old girl, then feels sorry for himself for the rest of his life." "Anyway, uh," "I-I've got a pretty heavy course load this quarter, and I don't even know if I should keep trying with Slider." "Slider said that the system has always been stacked against him, huh?" " Interesting." " Why?" "Kid like that, sometimes they're not entirely wrong." "The system doesn't always do good by everybody." "Listen, if you go see him tomorrow, instead of asking him the questions, why don't you write them down neatly on a piece of paper and hold them up against the glass between the two of you." "So, this way, the little creep can look at the questions in front of you." "What good will that do?" "Well, for one thing, you'll find out if he's ever seen them before." "But, you know, maybe there's more to it than that." "Banks:" "My client has nothing more to say about her casual relationship with Mr. Song." "Other than it lasted less than a year, and she was trying to end it." "End it with a lip-lock in a public bar?" "Passionate farewell, is that it?" "But Ken was too busy sticking his tongue down her throat for her to say, "hey, it's over"?" " We have to ask about the affair." " Banks:" "It wasn't love." "Even on the night in question, as this video just showed us," "Mr. Song was flirting with other women." "Now, Mary will address questions about Lisa's death, and that's it." "Okay." "After you left the bar, where did you go?" "Did you go to your sister's house?" "Yes." "I went to tell her what was going on with me and Ken." "I just..." "I-I wanted her to leave him." "Not so I could have him, but so she..." "Remember... remember, we're not talking about Ken." "Just tell them when you arrived at Lisa's house." "Before 7:30." "I remember, because that's when Ken said that he and Lisa were supposed to leave for their reservation." "I thought he'd be right behind me." "But he wasn't." "Then you drove to Lisa's and what?" "I got out of the car, and I walked up to the door." "But I chickened out." "I couldn't tell her what was going on, and I never rang the bell." "Come on, Mary, enough lying." "No, no, I'm telling the truth." "I thought I was ready to get it all out, and then..." "I heard the baby crying." "Wailing, really." "If Ken and Mary had a plan," " it's working." " I couldn't knock on the door." "I couldn't face her and tell her what I had done." "You're still here?" " Court starts in 15 minutes." " I'm well aware." "I'm just preparing myself for Jack's gloating." "Don't tell me this case is gonna be dismissed." "Well, the guy has a video alibi." "Now, if he is in a conspiracy with Lisa's sister, we won't have evidence of that today." "Don't worry about it, Chief." "Mary may not have been present at the crime, but now I'm pretty sure that the baby was, which explains the heel mark on Lisa's blouse." "I do have to go." "Amy, come with me, please." "What?" "The baby did it?" "Well, it's new." "It's never the baby." "[ Scoffs ]" "[ Indistinct conversations ]" "Bailiff:" "All rise." "D.D.A. Hobbs, have the people been able to disprove this new video evidence presented by the defense?" "We have not, Your Honor." "And having reviewed the evidence, the D.A.'s office is convinced that Mr. Song could not have committed the murder for which he was indicted." "And we ask that the court dismiss the charges against him, and request only that he be remanded to the LAPD instead of the sheriff's office for faster processing." "Released to the LAPD?" " Have you not harassed my client enough?" " Ah, ah!" " No cross talk, counsel." " I object, Your Honor." "My client should be released through the sheriff's office." "You're overruled." "In fact, one more word from you, Mr. Raydor, and I'll ask for a detailed investigation into how this video surfaced at the last second." "So if that's what you want, keep talking." "Case dismissed." "[ Bangs gavel ]" "Bailiff, bring in the jury so that I can thank them for their wasted time, and explain why they're being released." "Video?" "What video?" "Oh, I'll explain that after you get through processing." "But it's a beautiful thing, Ken." "A beautiful thing." "Now, go with the bailiff, do your paperwork." "Let's go." "Mrs. Lowe, one moment?" "Please, I need your help." "What for?" "It's too late for my help." "It isn't, actually." "We're very close to arresting the person responsible for Lisa's murder." "If we could ask you just a few questions, please." "You have the right to remain silent." "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "You have the right to an attorney." "If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you by the state." "Isn't this what you say to criminals before arresting them?" "I came here to help you." "No, the Miranda warning is just a formality so that we don't get in trouble in court again." "Ah, well, yeah, we certainly had enough of that." "Agreed." "So, the video proved Ken didn't kill Lisa." "But there was someone else at the bar with him that night." "Your daughter Mary... she and Ken were having an affair." "You knew." "That Mary was in a bar with him?" "No, but I knew about the affair." "There wasn't one horrible thing that Ken Song didn't do to my family." "In your original statement with detectives, you said you were babysitting your granddaughter, and that Lisa dropped Mia off at your house at 6:30 P.M." " Is that correct?" " Yes." "Um, but Mary told us that she went from the bar to Lisa's house at 7:30 P.M. and heard the baby crying inside after you say she was at your house." "There are a lot of things about which Mary is badly confused." "Mary is not confused, neither is her bar receipt." "We know exactly when" "Mary arrived at Lisa's house, Mrs. Lowe." "Arrived at Lisa's house?" "Mary wasn't at Lisa's house." "Is this a confession?" "Or is she about to prove her other daughter is a murderer?" "We have arrested enough of the wrong people for this one homicide." " So let's hear the lady out." " Sharon:" "Ken said the original plan was to have you pick up the baby when he and Lisa were leaving for dinner." "So, whoops, now we have two people saying that the baby was at Lisa's house at 7:30." "So, is it possible you got the time wrong, and you went over to your daughter's house after she had the fight with her husband?" "Okay, yes." "When I got there," "I found out that Ken had slapped Lisa, and Mia, too." "He hit his baby for crying." "And I wanted to get my daughter away from a violent drunk who was tearing our family apart." "The baby needed protecting." "And then you discovered all these things Ken had done." "And Lisa still wouldn't leave him." "Is that it?" "[ Sighs ]" "I told her to pack." "I told her that I wasn't going to leave her there with Mia, but she wouldn't listen." "She was obsessed with Ken." "She argued with me." "She wanted to stay." "There was a big red mark on her baby's face, and she was arguing with me to stay." "Okay, okay, so, then you went upstairs." "You packed a suitcase for her, and you grabbed the baby, too, right?" "Yes, I had no choice." "Okay, well, that explains it, then." "What?" "What does it explain?" "You had the suitcase in one hand and the baby in the other, so you couldn't push your daughter out of the way." "So you hiked up your leg and kicked her very hard, leaving a heel mark on Lisa's blouse." "Lisa flipped over the rail, but that was an accident, wasn't it?" "You didn't want that to happen, right?" "Mrs. Lowe, this is a very important question." "When you kicked your daughter, the resulting fall was a complete accident, yes?" "Or did you deliberately want to harm your daughter?" " Why is she walking her away from intent?" " No." "So she can find it again on grandma's way out the door." "[ Shakily ] No, no, no." "I would never hurt Lisa on purpose." "I loved my daughter." "This was all Ken's fault." "We never even fought until Ken Song came around." "If it hadn't been for him, my..." "[ Crying ] Of course what happened to Lisa was an accident." "Yeah, well, I can see that." "But, um, after the fall, you went downstairs, you saw your daughter lying on the floor, and you left her there bleeding and unconscious." "Which feels more deliberate." "Is there some reason you didn't help your daughter in the three hours her Fitbit said she was alive?" "You don't know." "You don't know how that man ruined my family." "I needed him out of our lives." "So your hatred for Ken was stronger than your love for you daughter." "Is that it?" "Lisa had to leave him one way or another." "Well, that was a very neat jump from manslaughter to murder two." "Well, let's see if her daughter's attorney will help convince Mrs. Lowe that she doesn't have much luck in courtrooms." " [ Chuckles ] I'll say." " Accusing Ken, and I am the only one who could save that baby." "I am." "I'm the only one." "I'm not so sure of that." "What do you want me to look at these for?" "Beck:" "Because your lawyer said he gave you my questions, and I wanted to see if you recognized any of them." "Or if your attorney lied to me." "I never saw any of this shit before in my life." "I see." "Well, would you mind just answering the third question?" "Just at the..." "Near the top of the page, there?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I mind." "Okay, well..." "Well, could you just read the third question for me?" "Out loud?" "Or the second question." "Again, you don't..." "You don't have to answer it." "Just read it to me." "Does it not make sense to you?" "Is it that you don't want to read it..." "Or you don't know how?" "♪" "[ Sighs ]" "Jack:" "What is taking so long?" "You've already questioned Ken." "His whole family is desperate to see him." " Enough!" " Here they come, Jack." "Oh, Ken, thank god." "I told you we'd win." "And we're gonna win again, and this time we're gonna..." "You're fired." "You let me think I killed Lisa." "You let me rot in jail." "Oh, n-no, no, I... what..." "What I did was I-I ran out the clock so they couldn't prosecute you again." "You were hoping to collect a percentage of my damages for wrongful imprisonment." "Well, I'm finding a new attorney." "And you'll be one of the people I'm suing." "Ahh..." "Ooh." "What ingratitude." "Save a guy from life in prison..." "And he turns on you." "Well, don't give up hope, Jack." "Maybe when you learn to do your job as well as we do ours, these things might stop happening to you." "[ Sighs ] I gloated too early." "I see that." "Oh, well." "Have your little laugh." "Oh, and may I say, quel dommage." "Quel dommage about Andy Flynn." "Maybe his present health crisis is not as bad as Emily made it sound, but I still think that we should all pray for his total recovery." "See ya, mes amis." "[ Door opens ]" "Well, what's wrong with Lieutenant Flynn?" "That's an excellent question." "Where is he, anyway?" "♪"