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- I wanna review
the updated witness list

so we're not blindsided.

Marcus?

It's from my niece.
She's turning ten.

(soft mysterious music)

(distant children playing)

(rhythmic music)

- Arrr, give up
your buried treasure

or we'll make you
walk the plank!

- Oh, really?
Well, if you do that,

then who's gonna bring you
your cake, Captain?

- Mom, obviously.

- Ha, you little traitor.

Have you seen your Uncle Pete?
- Over there with Wendy's mom.

- Arrr.
- Arrr.

- Cake time in five minutes, everyone.

(children cheering)
- Cake!

- Well, I haven't actually
met anyone who's afraid of AI

who knows the first thing
about AI.

Sorta like a perfect example
of the Dunning-Kruger Effect.

- Dunning-Kruger Effect?

- Yeah, you know, when, uh,

people of little competence,
they... they tend

to overestimate their ability.

Another example would be
me thinking I could

ask you out on a date.

- Huh, I didn't see that coming.

- You kinda saw it coming.
- Pete, the candles?

- Hey, Marcus, this is Claire.
- Wendy's mom.

Man, you had one job.
You were supposed to get

the candles an hour ago...
- Relax. Relax. I got you.

Sorry, you'll have
to excuse my friend,

he's, uh, he's wound
a little tight!

- It makes sense, though, right?
- Yeah, it does.

- Ah! You found him.
(Marcus sighs)

- Over there talkin'
to Claire Bellow.

- Wendy's mom?
- Mm-hmm.

- She's married.

- When has that ever
stopped him?

(chuckling)

- Yeah. I cannot believe
our little boy

is turning seven years old.
- Mm-hmm.

- It happened so fast.
- Mm, not for me, it didn't.

(laughing)

(phone ringing)
- Oh, sorry. I gotta get this.

Uh, don't go anywhere.

- Yo.
(woman): Pete, great.

We got you on the line.
- Hey, yeah.

- Are you with Marcus?
- Sorry.

- Arun has an important update.
- Yeah?

- He needs to jump on a call
with you both. ASAP.

- Okay...
- Can you grab him now?

(Lycia): All right...
- Yeah, gimme a second.

- ...let's do this.
You got the lighter?

- Yeah. Here you go.
- Yo, Marcus,

I need you on this call.
It's Arun.

- Uh, no.
We're about to do cake.

- He says it's important.

- Candles are already in, man.

Does it have to happen
right now?

- He says it needs to be now

and it needs to be both of us
on the line. Come on.

- Go ahead, take the call.

Yeah. We'll just, uh...
we'll sing slow.

- Slow!
(laughing)

- All right. Let's go.

- Let's go.

♪ Happy birthday to you

- Arun, man,
it's Marcellus's birthday

so whatever you gotta tell us,
just make it quick.

(Arun): Okay, check this out.
Google wants to buy Caraxon.

- Say that again?
(Arun laughs)

- Google!

Their lawyers just
sent over a letter of intent

to acquire Caraxon.
- How much?

- A billion.
(laughing)

But that's just
their opening offer,

so we'll get that number up.
- Okay. All right.

Uh, thanks Arun,
we'll talk to you soon.

(cheering, shouting)

(guests cheering)

(distant shouting)

(laughing)

- A "b"!
- A "b"!

- A billion.
- We did it! We did that!

(cheering)

- Confirming a person's identity

by capturing their face,

that's our business model, right?

Well, man, I wish I coulda
captured Pete's

flabbergasted face yesterday
when we got that call.

(laughing)
Pete Vanderkamp,

the most annoyingly,

frustratingly,
brilliant individual

I have ever known.

And he just so happens
to be my best friend.

Now, back in the day
when Pete and I

first started this company,

we knew it wasn't about
just building out

Pete's algorithm.

We knew that we had
to recruit the best of the best.

Build out a real team.
(woman): Yeah!

- And that's why we're standing
here today,

because of you.

You believed,

you sacrificed
your precious, precious time.

But now? Now it's time to
trade in all your sweat equity

for some real equity.

(cheering)

All right, chillax.

Cálmate. Let's not
get ahead of ourselves,

the deal isn't closed just yet.

But until it is,

you guys just keep doin'
what you're doin',

and just know that we truly,
truly appreciate

and are grateful
for each and every one of you

for making Caraxon
a billion-dollar acquisition.

(employees): Yeah!
- In other words,

let's go!

(cheering)
- What he said!

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Yeah!

Back to work!

(gasps)
- Oh my god. You scared me.

(laughing)

- Sorry I'm late.

- I didn't even
hear you come in.

- Ah, that's 'cause
you're focused on, uh...

a lil' house-hunting.

Nah, open it back up.

Let's see. I like that one.
- Oh, really?

- Mm-hmm. Yeah, oceanfront view,
tennis court,

infinity pool, nine bedrooms.
I mean...

there's only three of us,
so lemme see...

Yeah, that means we get
three bedrooms each.

- Okay. All right.
- Might be a little tight,

but we can make it work.
- No, I know it's stupid.

- Nah, it's not stupid.
I mean...

A little premature,
but there's nothing wrong

with a little real estate porn.
- It's just, you know,

we've been talking
for all these years

about getting to this moment,
but we never talked about

what we'd do once we're here.

- Like I said,
we're not there yet.

- But we are close.

So, you can't keep
pushing this away.

Marcus,
this is really happening,

so we gotta start talking about
how we're going to handle this.

- You're right.
- Having all of this money

all of a sudden, it is...
it's disorienting

and frankly,
it's pretty terrifying.

(sighs)
- But...

we'll figure it out.
We always do.

- Okay.

As long Marcellus
doesn't become one of those

entitled brats we can't stand.

(laughing)

- I ain't worried about that.
I know his mama.

- You deserve this.

- We deserve this.

- Mm... You had the dream,

and you made it happen.

I'm so proud of you.

- Well, thank you, but...

none of this means anything
without you and Marcellus.

- That's nice.

- I mean it. Speakin' of nice...

Come love on me.
(laughing)

Please. Please. Come over here.

(phone chimes)

- Mm-mm, don't answer that.
Mm-mm. Come to bed.

Come to bed. Marcus.
- I know. I'll just...

Just...
- All right,

I'll be waiting for you.

(woman): Mrs. Skilling, are you
pleased with this verdict?

- Am I grateful that the police
who murdered my husband

will be punished? Yes, I am.

But my husband's side
of the bed

will still be empty tonight,
so there's no justice

that can make my life
any less lonely.

(overlapping reporter chatter)

Excuse me.

(man): All right,
no more questions.

(phone buzzing)

- Hello?

(distorted voice): I see
you've just watched the video

I sent of Mrs. Skilling.

- Who is this?

- It doesn't matter who I am.

- Tell me or I'm hangin' up.

- All that matters is what
I know about your company.

- What do you think you know?

- That Xavier Skilling
was murdered

because of your company's
negligence.

And I can prove it.

- How?

- Twenty-million dollars.

That's my price
for keeping this to myself.

Unless you want me
to leak it to the media.

- Look, whoever you are

and whatever you're trying
to do, this is really not--

- I'll be in touch.
(phone beeps)

(phone buzzes)

(beeping)

- What the heck?

(Lycia): Marcus, you comin'?

Hey, what's wrong?

- Um...

the bankers, they...

Uh, they want to file
some disclosures

by tomorrow morning, so...

I gotta go over 'em with Pete.
- Now?

- Yeah.
- No, M--

You can't do that over
the phone, honey?

You just got home.
- I'll be home soon. I love you.

(tense music)

(indistinct whispering)

- A pre-trial motions hearing
was held two weeks ago

at which plea negotiations
failed.

I understand that the defendant
maintains his plea of not guilty

for the charge
of involuntary manslaughter,

and the parties have answered
ready for trial today.

- Yes, Your Honor.
- Yes, Your Honor.

- All right then,
let's bring in the jury

and start with
opening statements.

(tense music)

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

- Marcus, what the hell man?

- I've been trying to call you
for like an hour.

- Well, did it occur to you
that there's a reason

I'm not picking up?
- We need to talk.

- Okay. I'm listening.
- Not on the phone.

I'm outside your house
right now.

- What? You're here? Now?

Um...

Uh, okay. Uh, uh, just give me
a couple of minutes.

- Hurry up.
- Yep.

(sighs)

(doorbell ringing)

- Marcus.

Please don't tell Lycia.

- A little afterparty after
the birthday party, huh?

- She had some issues
with her husband.

You know, she needed
someone to talk to.

So now
you're a marriage counsellor?

Look, we gotta talk, man.
- All right, brother,

tell me what's goin' on.

- You tell me.

You know what that is?

- Analytics from, uh,

our beta version
that we tested seven years ago

with the Sacramento PD.
- Yeah, they're saying

that our system has
a higher margin of error

identifying Blacks and Asians.
- Slightly higher.

Statistically insignificant.
You want a drink?

- So, you did know about this!

- Yeah. Of course,
I knew about it.

I'm the one who fixed it.

How'd you dig it up?

- Someone sent it to me.

Someone smart enough
to hack into our server

and contact me from
a non-traceable VOIP.

- What?
- They're threatening

to go public unless we
give 'em 20 million dollars.

And they're blaming us
for Xavier Skilling.

- Okay. The cops
that killed Skilling

were supposed to confirm
his identity

before they went in. Right?
With their own eyes.

They didn't follow protocol.
That's why they went to prison.

Human error killed
Xavier Skilling, all right?

Not our software.
There's no universe

where we're legally liable.

- Yeah, maybe not
in a court of law,

but in the court
of public opinion?

We're gonna get crucified.

(sighs)

How could you release
our software when you knew

this was a problem?

- Because you said
that we needed Sacramento

to get our second round
of financing.

- Do not try to turn this on me.
- Tell me that I'm wrong.

Tell me that you didn't say
our burn rate was so high

that if we didn't
get Sacramento,

we'd have to shutter
the whole company in six months.

Huh?

- So, what are we gonna do when
Google finds the discrepancy?

- They won't.

- They're auditing
our Analytics.

- I scrubbed the numbers.
- You did what?

- There's no record
of the differential

after Sacramento. Okay?
Google can't find something

that never happened.
- Except the person

that's blackmailing us
has the unedited version.

- Which is why
you need to pay them.

- I can't--
- Marcus, we're takin' about

less than five percent
of what you and I

stand to make from this deal.
But there won't be a deal

if we don't pay them.
So, you tell me

what other options
do we have here?

- I don't know.
- What do you wanna do, man?

You wanna go to the FBI?
You wanna go straight

into the New York Times?
What? You tell me

what you want to do,
and I'll do it.

- I don't know!
- Well, I do.

And unless you want to burn down

the last 18 years
of our lives,

and the lives of everybody
that works for us,

there is only one choice.

- I asked them,
and they have agreed

to shorten
your employment contracts

from five to four years

and to accelerate
your vesting schedules.

- And how much
do we have to give up?

- Nothing. Not one dollar.

You're both basically just
getting your payouts faster.

- I love that you took
a billion-dollar offer

and you thought to yourself,
"You know what?

I can do better." Haha!
You're a genius, Arun.

- Hey, I'm just here to help
raise this unicorn

that you and Marcus
gave birth to.

- Ooh, giving birth
to a unicorn,

that sounds painful.
(chuckling)

Hey, Marcus, you joining
the party or what?

- Um...

Sorry, I was just...

making sure I understand it all.

- Well, that's why you
overpay us. To translate it.

(chuckling)

- So, uh, when do we close?

- Once you sign off on terms,

they can start
the due diligence process.

- Right, and how long
will that take?

- Four months? Six, tops.

Their auditors just need
to kick the tires

and look under the hood.
- Can we finish this later?

Um, I just uh need to go over
a couple of things with Pete

before we sign, just in case
we have any questions.

- It's a letter of intent,
it's non-binding,

but because of their
accounting calendar,

it does need to be signed
and submitted to the SEC

by tomorrow.
- Tomorrow's fine.

- All right, then. Well,
we'll come back tomorrow.

- Cool.

(scoffs)

(door beeps)

- All right, it's almost two.

What was goin' on
with you back there?

I thought we hashed
this out last night.

- When you first found out
about the discrepancy

in Sacramento,

why didn't you tell me?
- The same reason

I don't tell you about
the thousand other glitches

that I fix every time
we release a new version.

- This wasn't just
another glitch, Pete.

- It was a problem
that needed fixing,

so I fixed it.
Just like I always do.

- You still should've told me.

- Do you tell me about
every problem you have

on the business side? No. No.

And I don't expect you to.
It's divide and conquer, man,

it's the whole point
of us being partners.

- Well, then what's the point
of being friends?

(sighs)
- Marcus, you don't code, okay?

You wouldn't have been able
to do anything.

- So, is that real reason
you didn't tell me?

- Do you actually think
that I held this back from you

because you're black?
- You said it, not me.

(scoffs)

- Look, I understand

that you're wound up
about this right now,

okay, so am I.
- I'm just asking a question.

- You're calling me a racist.

(phone buzzes)

- Yeah, um...

I'm here with my partner.

(distorted voice):
Mr. Vanderkamp.

- Yeah. Hi.

- So, the money
you're asking for...

we don't have it yet.

Our deal doesn't close
for another six months.

- You're getting 50 million

when you sign
the Letter of Intent.

(Marcus): How come you know
so much about our business?

(distorted voice): Once you sign
the LOI, I'll contact you

with wiring instructions.

- And after we pay you,

how do we know
you won't go public?

- You don't.
- Then what?

We're just supposed
to trust you?

- Like you trust each other.

- We done here?

(door opens)

(keys jingling)

- Where you goin' so early?

- Couldn't really sleep,

so I figured I'd hit the gym,
but you...

you go back to bed.
- It's still dark outside.

- Hey, I'll be back in time
to make Marcellus breakfast.

Go to sleep.

(sighs)

(soft music)

(man): Mrs. Skilling,

please describe your husband
for the court.

- Xavier was the best man
I've ever known.

You couldn't find a more loving
husband or devoted father.

He had a good business,

and he cared
after his customers.

He liked people,
and people liked him.

I had 30 years with him,

and I was looking forward
to another 30 more, but...

- I'm sure you must want
to put all this behind you.

- Not at all.

Every chance I get
to tell anyone about Xavier

is a chance I'll take.

- Cam, that knee
is lookin' better.

- Back on the dancefloor, baby.
(laughing)

- Even my most loyal customers
don't come in this early.

(Marcus chuckles)

- Yeah, early business meeting,

so I thought I'd grab
some bagels and donuts

to earn some good will
with my employees.

- No better way.
So how big is your meeting?

- Eight people maybe? So,
a couple of dozen should work.

- Do you want any
particular kind,

or you want an assortment?

- You're the expert,
so, you know,

whatever you say,
just mix it up.

- What kind of business
are you in?

- Uh... tech.

- Oh. Thanks, Jane. Tech!

Woo, that remains
a mystery to me.

I need my kids to change
the settings on my phone.

(chuckling)
You have kids?

- Yes, ma'am. Uh...

One, my son.
He just turned seven.

- Oh, that's a good age.

- I was checking out the photos
when I walked in.

Girl in the cap and gown?
- Oh, that's Willow.

That's my daughter.
Cam, can I get another box?

- Yep.
- She's in medical school.

And that's my son, Dwayne.

He's a ranger
in the National Park.

The first time we ever took him,
when he was six,

he said,
"That's what I wanna do,"

and that's what he did.

- Impressive kids.
You must be proud.

- Yes, I am.

- No bakers
in the next generation?

- They saw my husband and me
wake up at 3 A.M.

all those years. No.

I can't blame 'em, though.

He's, uh...

He's passed, so it's...

it's just me now, so...

- You ever think
about sellin' it?

- Yeah, I imagine
I'll sell at some point, but...

this is where my husband and I
built our lives,

and raised our kids,
and supported a community.

So, it'll be hard to let go.

Well, I hope that your meeting
goes well.

And that your team is hungry.

- You know what?
I'll take a few more dozen.

- Cam, can I get two more boxes?

- Yep!

- Thank you very much.

- Mrs. Skilling,

both the criminal
and civil cases

against the Sacramento
Police Department were resolved

seven years ago.

Please tell the court

why you decided
to testify today?

- Because I wanted this man
to see me,

and I wanted him to be seen
for what he really is.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Prosecution will stay away
from character evidence.

- Yes, Your Honor.

- Jurors will disregard
the witness' last response.

I'm striking it from the record.

(Lycia): I'm concerned,
I was watching that jury

when Lenore Skilling
was up there.

- We knew she would make
a compelling witness,

but she didn't bring
any new facts to the case.

- I'm not worried
about the facts.

I'm worried about
how she made them feel.

I saw their faces.
Did you see

how they were looking at you?

- Yeah.
- I think I should testify.

- Lycia that's...
- It might help.

- Spousal privilege protects you
from having to testify,

but once you do, the prosecution
can cross-examine you.

- I'll take that chance.

The jury needs
to hear my side of this.

Because what happened
was not just on Marcus.

(distant sirens wailing)

- Marcellus!

- I'm sorry.

- Why you ridin' that

in the house any damn way?

- I didn't mean to break it.
It was my present.

- Hey, it's okay, baby.

It's okay.
He knows you didn't mean it.

- Marcellus...
- Let's go.

Walk away from the glass.

- Marcellus...

Ah...

It's fine.

- Let me see it.

- It's fine.

- Hey.

- I didn't mean to yell.

- Well, now you sound
like Marcellus.

Neither of you meant it.

- I gotta go talk to him.

- First you need to talk to me.

I know you well enough to know
when something's goin' on.

- There's a lot going on,
Lycia.

I'm tryin' to sell the company.

- And that should be
making you happy,

not short-tempered
and sleepless,

leavin' all hours of the night,

screaming at your son,

drinkin' the minute
you get home.

- There's just a lot of stuff
that, um, I gotta work through.

- Okay. What kind of stuff?

Marcus, you can tell me,
whatever it is.

- I don't need to involve you.

- Well, anything that
involves you, involves me.

- And that's when your husband
told you

he was being blackmailed.

- He told me everything.

He even told me about going

to the bakery earlier
that morning

because he couldn't sleep.
The idea that he had

anything to do with
Xavier Skilling's murder is...

it was weighing on Marcus
to the point

where he did not think
he could live with himself

if he kept it in.

Marcus wanted to...

to tell the truth.
He wanted to step up

and do what was right.

- But he didn't.
- No.

- Why not?

- Because I said he shouldn't.

Well, Pete should've told you
exactly when it happened,

obviously. So, the two of you

have got a lot
that you need to work out,

but...
(sighs)

Honey, I... I think he's right.

- Right about what?

- Paying this person
what they want.

And hopefully,
it'll all go away.

- An innocent man
was murdered because of us.

- Not because of you.

Because the police
didn't confirm his identity

before they shot him.

- If they weren't
using our system,

Xavier Skilling would still
be alive today.

- Maybe. We don't know.

But is killing your company,
is blowing up this deal

gonna bring him back? It's not.

They won't credit you
for coming forward.

They'll just use it
to take you down, Marcus,

and to keep you there.

Come on.

Is exposing
this small margin of error

worth destroying our family?

After everything
that you have sacrificed,

after everything we have both
sacrificed to get here.

In that moment,
I thought I was

protecting my husband
and my son,

but it's more than that.

And I'm not making excuses
for what I did,

I'm still just trying
to understand it myself.

My grandfather was a veteran,

and he couldn't get a loan
under the GI Bill.

Redlining kept our families
out of homes,

out of neighborhoods.
And now, here's my family

getting close
to the kind of status and power

and...

all that comes
with that kind of wealth.

And all because my husband
built a company

from the ground up.

And I wasn't gonna let
that get taken away.

I'm so sorry for what happened
to your husband.

(sniffles)

And I really don't expect you
to forgive me.

But I hope that
my husband might.

(indistinct chatter)

- Marcus...

let's do this.

- Uh, yeah.
I just gotta talk to Pete.

- Yeah, uh, I haven't heard back
from either of you.

I'm assuming
we're good to go on the LOI.

- Yeah.
- Well, that didn't sound

very convincing.

- Like I said, uh...

before we sign, I just...

gotta sort some stuff out
with Pete.

- Anything I can help you with?

- Nah.
- Okay. Hey, Marcus...

I've been meaning to thank you.

I mean this is a life-changing
moment for a lot of us,

me included, and I didn't want
that to get left unsaid

in all the excitement.

Some ride, huh?

- Yeah. Some ride.

- And you keep forgetting.
When else--

- I haven't forgotten
a single thing.

- Yes, you have. No--
- I've listened to you.

(Pete clears throat)
- Am I interrupting something?

- Ask Pete.

- The defendant claims
that Mr. Vanderkamp

told him that you were arguing

over the equity stake
in the sale of the company.

Is that accurate?
- No.

Pete accused me of blackmailing
Marcus and him.

- Based on what?

- I'm the one who discovered
the statistical anomaly.

I ran the analytics
during the Sacramento pilot

after Xavier Skilling
was murdered.

Other than Pete, I was
the only one who knew about it.

- Was Mr. Vanderkamp correct

in his suspicion

that you were using
the information to extort them?

- Yes.
- Let the record show

the witness has already
pleaded guilty to extortion

and is awaiting sentencing.

- So noted.

- Ms. Wax,

why would you resort
to blackmail

when you stood to earn

ten-million dollars
from the sale?

- Because...

Pete promised
he'd compensate me for it,

but he never did.

Every time I brought it up,

he had some excuse.

So, when I heard about
the company being sold

and Pete pretended like he'd
never promised me anything, I...

But that was Pete,

promising something one minute
and forgetting it the next.

- Ms. Wax, after you found
the anomaly,

why did you bring it
to Mr. Vanderkamp's attention

and not Mr. Paul's?

- I wanted to tell Marcus,
I did,

but Pete didn't
want him to know.

- Why not?
Why keep that information

from his best friend
and business partner?

- He said he wanted
to protect Marcus.

That Marcus' heart was too big

and that he was too good
to handle what we'd found.

- She's not happy
with her payout. It's fine.

I'll deal with her
after the meeting.

- We gotta talk.

- Arun's waiting for us.

- Let him wait.

- What's this about?

- Not here. Let's go.

(ominous music)

- Well?

- This doesn't feel right.

- Could you be a little
more specific?

- We gotta disclose
the analytics from Sacramento.

I'm not signing the LOI.
- Oh God.

- I'm sorry, Pete, man, I can't.

- We already had
this conversation, Marcus.

- Yeah, I wish I could just
hold my nose and sign it,

but I keep imagining
how I'd have to explain myself

to Marcellus
if he ever found out.

- He won't. Right?
Marcellus is never gonna know.

Nobody is ever gonna know.
- I'll know.

And the idea of carrying this
with me for the rest of my life,

I can't. I won't do it, Pete.

Not for all the money
in the world.

- We are talking about
a statistically negligible

result that's no longer
an issue. Okay?

I-It wasn't even
an issue back then.

- See?

That's exactly
what I'm talkin' about.

- What?
- You're always so damn

easy on yourself.
- What does that even mean?

- Sleeping with married women.

(scoffs)

Buying a house
that you can't afford.

- Here we go.

- Faking our company's analytics

right before a billion-dollar
transaction,

which by the way,
is called fraud.

How many more examples
do you need?

Pete just does
what he wants to do.

And when someone
calls you on it,

you always got
a convenient little excuse.

It's who you are.
Who you've always been.

- And you're just realizing
all of this right now? Hmm?

Right now. Now, when we're about
to get everything

that we ever dreamed of, huh?

Wow, Marcus, I gotta tell you,
man, the timing here

is, uh, pretty messed up.

Let me ask you a question, though.

If I'm such a bad person,
then why'd you come to me

to start a company? Huh?

- It's gonna take some time
for me to figure that out.

- Well, maybe you should start
by looking in the mirror.

You know, now that we're being
so honest with each other.

- Goodbye, Pete.

- We are not done here.
- Yes, we are.

- No, we are not.
What, you're too afraid to hear

the truth about yourself?
- Take your hand off me,

or I'll take it off myself.
- You have always known

exactly who I was,
but I was your Golden Goose,

so you held on tight
and looked the other way.

(grunting)

- Okay, Ms. Wax, um,
let's go to the day in question.

You told the police

that you followed Mr. Paul

and Mr. Vanderkamp
into the stairwell landing.

(indistinct chatter)

- Yes.

- Ms. Wax, please tell the court
why you followed them that day.

- Part of me thought about
telling them the truth,

because something ugly
was growing between them.

And I knew I was responsible.

(shouting)
But by the time

I opened the door...

...it was too late.

- Ms. Wax, you told the police

that you saw them fighting
in the stairwell?

- Not right away.

(grunting)

I tried listening
through the door,

but it was too heavy
to hear anything.

So I opened it... just a crack.

- And what exactly did you see?

(grunting)

(screaming)

- I saw Pete going
over the railing...

and...

falling into the stairwell.

- But not because
my client pushed him.

- No.
- Yet you claimed earlier

my client was close enough
to Mr. Vanderkamp

to catch him before he fell,
but he failed to do so.

- Yes, but--
- And you witnessed this

from outside the actual
stairwell landing,

in what you yourself described
as a... a narrow gap.

- I had a clear enough view.

- Well, how close
were you to them?

- Six feet? Ten?

- Which is it? Six? Ten?

- It's hard to say exactly.

- Is it possible the angle
you viewed them from

made it even harder to judge
the distance between them?

- I suppose so.

- And by the time you actually
entered the stairwell,

what'd you see?

- Marcus was kneeling over him.

He was trying to help.
- He was trying to help?

Uh that doesn't sound like
the intention of a man

who wanted to hurt
Mr. Vanderkamp.

- Objection.
Leading the witness.

- Sustained.
- I'll rephrase.

Ms. Wax, please,

describe my client's
emotional state, uh,

when you saw him,
"trying to help" Mr. Vanderkamp.

- Marcus was in pain.

(gasps)

I've never seen anyone
so deeply...

and completely wrecked.

- How long have you known
Mr. Paul and Mr. Vanderkamp?

- Several years.

I was their fourth hire.

- And how well do you know them?

- Very well.

We worked crazy, long hours,

all of us, so...

we got to know each other
pretty intimately.

- Other than his principals
and the company they co-founded,

could you describe
their relationship?

- They were friends.

Best friends.

And even that doesn't describe
what they meant to each other.

Yes, they fought sometimes,

but only to make
each other better.

And they'd still have that...
(voice breaking)

...they'd still have each other

if I hadn't done what I'd done.

And I'm so, so sorry.

- Your task here today
is not to determine

the Caraxon Corporation's
culpability

in the tragic murder
of Xavier Skilling.

Mm-mm. No.

Your task is to decide
what was Mr. Paul's intent

when he caused the death
of Peter Vanderkamp.

By failing to stop
Mr. Vanderkamp's lethal fall

when he was well within reach,

Mr. Paul clearly demonstrated
his intent.

His failure to act

is the literal definition
of involuntary manslaughter,

the culmination of...

a lifetime of grievances
that metastasized into a rage.

The prosecution rests,
Your Honor.

- Thank you.

Mr. Walker, you may present
your closing statement.

- Of course, my client
harbored grievances that day,

but only after he learned
Mr. Vanderkamp lied to him,

and withheld crucial information
about the company he co-founded,

a company to which
he's dedicated

almost all his adult life.

You're being asked today
to decide the fate of a man

based on the testimony of a,

a single disgruntled employee.

And as strenuously as the state
has tried to prove otherwise,

they have failed to present
sufficient evidence

that Mr. Vanderkamp's fall
was anything other

than a tragic accident.

With any reasonable doubt

that this unfortunate death
was premeditated,

it is your duty

to find my client not guilty.

The defense rests, Your Honor.

- Have you reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.

In the case of the State
of California

versus Marcus Paul,

on the charge
of involuntary manslaughter,

we find the defendant...

not guilty.

(breathing shakily)

- Thank you,
members of the jury,

for your time
and your consideration.

You are dismissed.

Mr. Paul, you are free to go.

This court is--
- Your Honor, my client

would like to address the court.

- Go ahead.

- Pete... was my friend.

And my business partner.

And I'm...

I will always

carry the burden of his death.

And I will never know...

if our system misidentified
Xavier Skilling

because he was black.

But if I would've known
at the time

that that was even
a possibility...

I would like to think
that I would have disclosed it.

But maybe, Pete, my best friend,

was just trying to protect me
from the burden

of facing that uncertainty.

And maybe part of me
didn't wanna...

ask him those tough questions,

so I wouldn't have
to confront those real truths.

Mrs. Skilling,

I echo my wife's words.

I do not expect you
to forgive me.

But I promise you,

I will dedicate my life

to asking the questions
I should've asked

before your husband was killed.

For the rest of my life...

I will honor his life,

and the way he lived it.

Thank you, Your Honor.

- This court is adjourned.

(gavel bangs)

(soft music)

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