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Previously
on The Girl from Plainville...

Michelle Carter texts
her friends for three days,

telling them her boyfriend's
missing, maybe dead.

She was in contact with him
the whole time.

- You she knew
he was gonna kill himself?

- She was telling him to do it.

- Why? Why did she lie
to her friends

about not knowing
where Conrad was?

To Natalie something.

She told him to get back
in the truck.

It is practically
a goddamn confession.

- I don't know why I said that.

It's your responsibility
to set a good example.

- You're right. I get it.
- Pinkie swear?

So that's the main couple.

Rachel and Finn.

Are those two together?

and then they eventually
get together.

- I love you.

I think we've got
a manslaughter charge here.

- This kid has a history
of depression.

- Mom, I just did
something stupid.

I-I want her to come back.
I'm scared.

- Why?

- I-I-I don't know.

- You scared me.

If you die, I die.

- I-I won't do it again.
I'm so sorry.

I promise. I do.

- The hospital
wants to commit him.

- To a mental institution?

- It's not up to us.
Doctor said.

And when he gets out,

we need to get him help.

Therapy.

- He needs
to get back to school.

Back to work.

- I'm not asking you.
I'm telling you.

I need you with me on this.

What was Conrad's
state of mind

leading up to his passing?

- He had his ups and downs.

But he was doing better.

Much better.

So we thought.

- Any trouble at home
stemming from the divorce

that might have affected Conrad
emotionally?

- It's not like
he threw us a party.

Nobody's happy about divorce,
even if it's the right thing.

- He left us all notes.

I-I really don't know
what else there is to know.

- Are either of you familiar
with a girl

named Michelle Carter?

- Yeah, of course.

- And, um, what the nature of
her and Conrad's relationship?

- Apparently,
they were boyfriend-girlfriend.

But we didn't find out
about that until after.

And, uh, have you been
in communication with her

since Conrad passed?

- Yeah, a little.

Why do you ask about her?

- We're just trying to piece
together what Conrad's life--

- Coco.

- I'm sorry?

- You keep saying Conrad.
His name is Coco.

- Of course, apologies.

- Anything else
about Coco's homelife

that might
help us piece together

why he may have taken
his life?

- No.

The guys tell me
you go to King Philip.

I-I-I went to Franklin.

Captain of the football team.

Hated playing you guys.

Michelle, Mr. Cataldo
is speaking to you.

- Uh, y-you're
probably wondering

why the cops took away
your phone and your computer.

I spoke to some contacts
at the DA,

and they've opened
an official investigation

into your connection
with the death of Conrad Roy.

- Why?
- I'm still looking into it.

But, um, the ADA that they've
got working the case,

Katie Rayburn, she's tough.

And she's not gonna
bring charges unless she's got

something solid enough
for an indictment.

- What do you mean?

What is he talking about?

- Um, let's just, um,
listen to him, Michelle.

I'm sure he'll tell us.

It--it means
I-I wouldn't be surprised

if they bring charges.

- What?

But--but, listen to me.

- But I didn't do
anything wrong.

- I know, and it's my job
to get those charges dismissed.

What I see here is fairly
open-and-shut.

The young man,
he took his own life.

Now, suicide
and even assisted suicide,

it's not illegal
in the state of Massachusetts.

So we've got that on our side.

Do you, um--
do you watch football?

'Cause I-I represented
some of the Patriots.

Yeah,
so I'm gonna take care of you

just as good
as I took care of them.

Michelle, we've got
something called

attorney-client privilege.

Do you know what that is?

Good, so if there's anything
that you wanna tell me

that maybe you don't want
your mom or dad to hear,

that's fine.

We can ask them to leave.

- I don't have anything
to tell you

because I didn't
do anything wrong.

- Okay.
- Really, I think this

is just a big misunderstanding.

You know,
I'm sure it is.

- Can I just get a new phone?

I can just text Lynn
and explain everything--

- No, no, no, no,
under no circumstances

are you to talk to Lynn Roy.

We don't need to
complicate things any further.

In fact, I don't want you
contacting anyone

that has anything to do
with this case.

You hear me?

Stay off of everything--
phones, computers, everything.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Uh, r-read a book.

Hey. Here, give it to me.

So?

- My roommate trimmed
his toenails with his teeth.

- Oh, so you fit right in.

Do a lot of talking in there?

- All I did was talk.

You feel better, though,
yeah?

- Yeah.

- So maybe you keep it up.

- What?
- Talking.

To a therapist or...

you know, whatever.

- I'm good.

- Maybe...

there's no harm in trying it.

Yeah? For a little bit?

Mean a lot to your mom.

- What about you?

- Like I said,
mean a lot to your mom.

- I told her
I'd never do it again.

And I meant it.

- I missed your laugh.

- You're back.

- I'm fine.

Dad'll tell you
about my roommate's toenails.

- Okay.

What do you want for dinner?

- Um, anything,
long as it's not on a tray.

- I can manage that.

- I'm gonna go, uh,
throw my stuff down.

- Okay. Welcome home.

I talked to him.

He says he doesn't wanna keep
going to therapy.

He said he would tell me
if he needed it.

- I'm sure you presented
the idea with great enthusiasm.

- Lynn, I fucking asked him.

I asked you to do one thing!

And I asked him, all right?

He said no.

I don't know what else
you want me to do here.

I asked you
to do one thing.

I'm out of here.

- Hey.

Hey.

- Would you please not be weird
around me too?

- If I tell you Jay Cole sucks,

are you gonna try to do it
again?

Do you even care about

what's been happening to me?

- What's been happening to you?

- Uh, I was in the hospital
for two weeks.

- Why?

- Because I'm weak
and I'm sensitive

and I'm not even sure why you
like me in the first place.

- Was it like therapy?
- I tried to kill myself.

- I'm so sorry.

- I'm not the person
you thought I was.

- I should have been there
for you.

- I just have a messed-up head.

- No, you don't.

I get it.

And I'm here for you.

I love you.

Say we put
Coco's parents on the stand,

have them tell the jury
what a good kid he was,

how he worked
for the family business,

got his captain's license,

scholarship to Fitchburg State.

Make the jury understand
he was just a normal kid

until he meets Michelle Carter.

Sure.

- What?
- Feels thin.

- Ugh, feels like it's begging
to be blown up.

Um...
Mm-hmm.

- Let's get an investigator
on the Roys.

I don't want any surprises.

- You hear the Carters
retained Joe Cataldo?

- Yeah, you ever gone up
against him?

- Never knew how many times
one man could drop,

"I represented
some of the Patriots,"

into any given conversation.

- Yeah, well, he may be loud,
but he's not an idiot.

He knows as well as we do,

there's no law against assisted
suicide in Massachusetts.

- You worried
about the indictment?

- No, indictment's easy.

We need motive.

Well, we've got the texts

showing the three versions

one to Coco urging him
to go through with it,

one to the friends

acting like she doesn't have
a care in the world,

and one to the other friends

in which she's lying
about her missing boyfriend.

- Well, you don't
sound convinced.

- I still think
attention-grabbing texts

are a long way away
from manslaughter.

- Mm. We'll talk to the others.

- Dinner's ready.
- Thanks, Coco.

Fuck, Sydney, I'm sorry.
Sorry, honey.

- It's okay, Dad.

- My dad called me by
my sister's name all the time.

- I think it's time
we sell the truck, Dad.

- What truck?

- What do you mean, what truck?

Lynn and I talked about--
- Fuck Lynn.

It's not her truck.
Isn't even your truck.

For fuck's sake,
it wasn't even Coco's truck.

It's my goddamn truck,
and I'll sell it

if and whenever
I goddamn please.

- I don't wanna have to look
at it anymore, Dad.

What does it matter?

- How are fucking the dots
not connecting for you?

- You gotta put
your feelings aside.

It's just a thing.
- Here we go.

- Oh, where are we going?
- I don't know.

You being
the shining fucking example

of whatever the fuck
you wanna be that day.

- What does that even mean?

What's--where are you going?

- I can't do this.
- Where you going? Hey.

Come on, get back here

and finish what you started.

You coward.

Fuck!

Green apple, your fave.

Oh, my God, yes.

I'm gonna tear through this
in one inning.

- What's wrong?

- Me and my mom have been
nonstop fighting.

- About?

- She's just being
super strict.

She doesn't want me staying up
late texting you anymore.

She was like,
"You don't do this

with any
of your other friends."

- She said that?

- She went through
the phone bill

and, like, pointed
to every time we talked.

- But you're not gonna stop
talking to me, right?

- Of course not.
Come on.

- So we still hanging out
after practice?

- I mean, I want to.

I just have to check
with my mom first.

You only need a capful.

Otherwise
you'll smell like potpourri.

- Huh?
- Huh?

Then you have to separate
the light and dark colors.

Otherwise this T-shirt
turns this one pink.

- Ma, I got it.

I don't know
how you listen to that.

- It's like poetry.
The words just...

flow.

There's no getting tripped up.

No one gets caught up
on, you know,

what they're gonna say next.

- Maybe you can make me
a tape.

- Oh, my God, a tape. A tape?

Ma, it's not 1995.

I'll make you a playlist.

The meds are helping.

- Just a capful,
then you're all set.

"Did you delete the messages?"

"Yes, but you're
going to keep texting me."

"No, I'm not gonna sleep

until you're in the car
with the generator on."

Your client sent those
text messages, Mr. Cataldo.

It's all right there
in the indictment.

- Assisted suicide
isn't illegal in Massachusetts.

- Right, but what we have here
isn't your client assisting.

She's masterminding.
That's manslaughter.

- We'll see.

- I'd save it for trial.
We're here to negotiate bail.

$2,500 cash.
- Agreed.

- No phone, no internet,
no social media.

- No internet, fine,
but my client needs to be able

to contact
her immediate family.

She's got no record whatsoever.
- Agreed.

- Okay.
- See you tomorrow.

Bright and early.

A grand jury
has indicted Michelle

for involuntary manslaughter.
Okay, you told us

this wasn't a big deal,
nothing was gonna come of it.

Now she's being charged
with murder?

Well, it's not murder.
It's manslaughter.

Manslaughter. Right, okay.

Yeah, there's a difference.

A mediocre prosecutor
can't swing a dead cat

and not secure an indictment.

The grand jury only hears
the prosecution's side.

I'm not there to defend you,
to tell your side.

- Then let me tell my side.

- Are we getting a copy?
- Yeah, yeah.

You can make sure they get a
copy of that before they leave.

Now, tomorrow Michelle
is gonna turn herself in

to police custody.
- What?

- I didn't do anything wrong.
- You'll be in and out.

You'll be in and out.

- This is insane.
- Okay, so wait.

This--so if she's convicted,
what kind of a sentence

is she facing?

- A charge like this?

Up to 20 years.

- 20 years?
- That's ridiculous.

But it's never gonna happen.

- She's just a--
- Mr. Cataldo!

- It's never gonna happen?
- It's never gonna--

If I had been in the room-
this is a grand jury.

This is completely different
than going to trial.

- You promised us--
- She's a child!

- Just let me--

Just let me tell my side.

- Um...

uh, I need to ask you
something.

Um...

the prosecution
is basing their case

on a text that you sent
to a friend,

a text that they view
is an admission of guilt.

Michelle, when you were
on the phone with Conrad

the night of his death,

did you--did you tell him
to get back in the truck?

- What are you doing
on my computer?

- Just--

You're not supposed
to use a computer at all.

Mom and Dad told me.
- Five more minutes.

- To do what,
stalk Natalie and Cassie,

who don't even like you?

Michelle?

You all right?

- Yeah.

What are we doing here?

- Getting my oil changed.
What do you think?

What am I supposed to do?

- Think about all the things
we don't talk about.

Things that are
too hard to talk about.

- I told Mom I don't want
to go to therapy.

- And that's fine.

But you need something,

'cause whatever you're doing
ain't working.

We all just want you
to feel better, Coco.

Life's tough.

Gotta find something
that makes you happy.

- Are you saying
I don't have any purpose?

Everyone's got a purpose, Coco.

You just gotta figure out
whatever the hell it is.

'Cause when you do,

everything'll clear up.

All those problems...

gone.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- I'm here.

Why is your life a joke?

- I don't know.

Just feel like it's fucked up.

- It's not fucked up, though.

- You don't know
what I'm thinking.

Then tell me.

- I started to realize
that I'm not doing

as great as I thought I was.

I can't hide it anymore.
I can't--

I can't pretend
everything's okay.

Everything's not okay.

And it's all just gotten worse
since I started talking to you.

- I'm making things worse
for you?

No, no, no.

No, I just mean that--

with me, in my head.

- You scared me.

I thought you meant
I was making it worse.

- Like, I'm trying
to better myself.

Thinking about getting
my captain's license.

Trying to just focus
on the future.

Doing something with myself.

But it's--it's pointless.

- You know what? You're right.

You're not great.

You're better than great.

You're one of the greatest guys
I've ever met.

You're special, Conrad.

I wish you could see yourself
how I see you.

I don't deserve you.

- You do deserve me.

You deserve
the very best of everything.

- I love you, Michelle.

Conrad again?

Yeah.

- Wait.

Did he say he loves you?

Did you tell him you love him?

- Yeah.

Why?

Mm, we say it to each other.

- That's different.

- Conrad, I don't know.

I mean...

I feel something with him.

Not the same as with you
but something.

He gets me.

So do you, so...

It just gets...confusing.

- Oh.

- Do you think you can be in
love with two people at once?

- Susie, enough. It's late.

You need to get inside
and go to bed.

Michelle, call your mom.
She needs to pick you up.

Now.

- I'll walk.

Hey.

- What are you doing here?

- I was just checking in
to make sure you're okay.

I called you and texted you,
like, a million times.

- My mom took my phone away.

- Oh.

She doesn't want me
talking to you anymore.

- Why?

- She read our texts.

Went through all
of our messages on Facebook.

Everything.

- So?

- So?

She thinks
you're obsessed with me.

- Well, I'm--I'm not.

- I'm not into girls, Michelle.

I'm not into you.

You just need to get over me.

- Wait, Susie.

- Is Susie okay?

- Yeah, she just has the flu.

I'll celebrate when we
secure a guilty verdict.

You consider this
celebrating?

- I need to find a case

where the defendant
was found guilty

of homicide by counseling
but without the accused--

- Accused party present.

I pulled some cases.

- People versus Campbell.

Guy gets his girlfriend
to shoot herself

yet never even touches the gun.

Served time.
- Great.

I can't imagine
what it's like to lose a kid.

And then to be able to blame
someone for that loss?

- Is that what we're doing,
blaming her?

- Yeah,
that's what we're doing.

Are you having second thoughts?

I'm not gonna bullshit you.

Setting precedent
doesn't happen very often

and for good reason.

I know you know this,

but there is a lot at stake
with this one.

- Nah, just my career,

the future
of an 18-year-old girl,

the hopes of his family
and hers.

- Piece of cake.

Evening, ladies.
Think I found something.

2013, Conrad Jr. and his son

got into a physical
altercation.

Conrad III was sent to
the hospital with a concussion.

Dad was arrested
and court-ordered

to attend counseling,
which he hasn't completed.

He's on probation
because of it.

- This was a few months
before Conrad killed himself.

- If I'm Cataldo,
I just figured out

Conrad's motive
for killing himself.

And it is not Michelle Carter.

The jury can't see this.

- Oh.

- I think the Sox
are gonna win this year.

- You gonna make a bet?

- $50 on the Sox.
- $50?

Show me the cash.
- Ah, it's at home.

- Huh. Right.

And the check is in
the fucking mail.

- Check the slot, old man.

I'll give you "old man."

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Follow me.

- Where we going?

- I got something to show you.

- What is it?

Ugh.

You know what a surprise is?

- That's--

That's mine?

- Yeah.

It's all yours.

Go get--get in--
get in the fucking thing.

- Go.
- Thank you.

- Well, get outta here.

I'm dead serious.

I am too.

I'd love it.

We can start over.

Finally be happy.

Buy a house.

I'll have
my captain's license.

I can find work on boats.

But my own boat,
not my family's.

I don't have
any money right now.

But I'll find an amazing job

so we can buy the house
sooner.

The people out there
are so chill.

Everybody's different.

We'll find friends
we actually like

that get us too.

- And travel the world?
- And get married?

Hmm. Maybe.

And have kids?

I want five.

Five boys, to be exact.

Ambitious.
We'd have to practice.

A lot.

Until we're raisins.

- I love you.

Say it back.

- I love you.

Turn to your left.

To the right.

Turn towards me.

Chin up, eyes forward.