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She's having a tough night, eh?

My little angel?

She's just teething.

I'm short $500.

I'll make it up next month.

You have my word, Ivan. Shh.

I'll need $200 more. Hmm?

For interest.

Sweet little baby and her daddy

shot dead in the street.

Nobody deserves that, not even two-bit gangsters.

Creep was fleecing money

from every business in the neighborhood, even mine.

-Mm-hmm. -Here you go, Mrs. Pierce.

Excuse me. Morning.

My name's Detective Joe Kaminsky.

Do you happen to know the whereabouts

of an Arthur Craddick?

I'm Arthur Craddick.

Hmm. Is this your son?

Someone we can call to look after him?

Look after my son? Why?

Well, we just want you to come down to the station,

Mr. Craddick, just to answer some questions.

You have my word,

no big deal.

Got a little crazy around here the other night,

and we're talking to lots of people.

Just kind of tough to know how long it's gonna take.

Don't go, Dad.

Hey, Leo.

Don't worry.

Whatever this is, it's, um...

it's just a mistake.

I'll be back before you know it.

Would you do me a favor, Mrs. Pierce?

I have an employee who's coming in about ten minutes

to take over.

Leo and I will keep watch till he gets here.

Thank you.

Why are you looking like that?

You heard the man.

All they want to do is have a little talk.

Isn't that right, Detective?

Just a little talk.

Mr. Craddick.

I'm Dr. Jason Bull.

Uh, your attorney said you wanted to see me.

You're the expert witness -my attorney hired? -Yeah.

I'm a psychologist.

I'm here to try and get the jury to understand

eyewitness testimony isn't all it's cracked up to be.

He told you I didn't do it, right?

I didn't kill that man and his baby.

Honestly, it didn't really come up.

I'm here to tell the jury

about eyewitness testimony, not you.

Okay, I get what you're doing, but I need you to know...

I'd never kill anybody.

I have a ten-year-old son.

His mom died when he was a toddler.

I'm all he's got.

Sure.

What can I do for you, Mr. Craddick?

You can tell me I'm gonna go home to my boy.

Look, I'm not a lawyer,

but from what I can tell,

they don't really have much of a case.

It's mostly circumstantial evidence.

What they're gonna do is tell a story

about how you're some kind of vigilante

who took matters into his own hands.

But there's nothing in your background

that substantiates that idea.

So all they really have is this one supposed eyewitness,

whose testimony...

really isn't very strong at all.

So you think...

this might go my way?

Mr. Craddick, I believe

that if your attorney picked a decent jury,

a jury of your peers,

then yeah.

We got a 911 call. A neighbor said

he was home asleep when two gunshots outside woke him up.

From his third-floor window

he saw a male figure-- the shooter--

running away from a dead body lying on the sidewalk.

You should object. That's hearsay.

Please. Leave the lawyering to me.

And what happened next, Detective?

The neighbor came into the precinct

to give a more detailed statement.

At that time, I also laid out six photos

of possible suspects for him to review.

He identified the shooter immediately.

Did it with great certainty.

And the person the neighbor identified,

do you see that person in the courtroom today?

I certainly do.

The defendant Arthur Craddick.

Thank you.

Eyewitness testimony is actually

the oldest category of trial evidence there is.

Ironically, when we look at the data,

it's also the most flawed category

of trial evidence there is.

It has the highest probability for error.

Error? Huh.

Okay, so what would cause a witness to make

a false identification?

Well, let's look at the identification

at the center of this case.

The witness was three stories up,

seeing whatever he saw in the dark of night.

He was roused from sleep.

Clearly not a recipe for precision.

And then he gets taken down to the station house,

and they lay six photographs in front of him.

Six photos all at once.

And what's wrong with that?

Research studies have taught us

that when we present witnesses with a group of choices,

they feel tremendous pressure to pick one.

Whether they actually see the person they're looking for or not,

they feel like they're not doing

their job unless they pick one.

The better practice is to present photos one at a time,

and that way the witness can consider each individually,

thoughtfully,

and they can eliminate or identify candidates as they go.

Then there's familiarity.

And the eyewitness and Mr. Craddick were neighbors.

They apparently didn't know each other, but...

we are reasonably sure that they saw each other

around the neighborhood-- at the park, on the street.

And the point is, the pull of familiarity can be

incredibly powerful.

I mean, it's a force that inclines us

to select the face we've seen before

over the one that's completely new to us.

So, in your expert opinion, Dr. Bull,

can this eyewitness account be trusted?

In my expert opinion, no.

You don't send a man to prison for the rest of his life

based on the word of one lone witness

whose testimony, no matter how well-meaning,

has a far greater probability of being wrong than right.

We, the jury, find the defendant Arthur Craddick...

...guilty of two counts of murder.

No.

Thank you, jury, for your civic service today.

All parties will reconvene for sentencing in two weeks.

Court is adjourned.

I didn't do it. I had nothing to do with it.

I didn't kill your son, your granddaughter.

Miss, I didn't kill your husband.

I-I don't even own a gun! -I didn't... I didn't do it! -Order! Order!

I didn't do anything. -You don't understand. -Order in this court!

I didn't do it! I didn't do it.

I didn't do it! I didn't...

We're here.

Thanks. I'll probably be a while.

Arthur.

Wasn't sure you'd remember me after 12 years.

Well, you're looking good. I like the glasses.

Back at you.

So...

how's your son? Leo?

He's doing all right.

Graduated from college last year.

In a program now to become a licensed clinical social worker.

Getting into that, uh, "good trouble"

John Lewis talked about.

Fantastic.

When I got sent up,

he went to stay with his great-aunt.

Then she passed, and...

well, he became a ward of the state,

bounced around the foster system...

Yeah.

-I'm sorry. -Yeah.

It's been tough.

Got a lot of anger.

But... somehow he survived.

Managed to keep our little family intact,

even though we're not together.

Oh.

You're asking the court to give you a new trial?

And you wrote this motion yourself?

Wrote it and filed it.

And a judge has agreed to hold a hearing.

Impressive.

I taught myself the law.

Became a bona fide jailhouse lawyer.

You know, they even nicknamed me the Counterman,

because I helped folks out with various legal matters.

Okay, Counterman, why'd you call me?

I'm still not a lawyer.

It's not like I did you much good last time.

It wasn't you.

It was that jury.

I've been reading about you.

Juries are kind of your thing now, right?

Maybe you'll help me with that?

Maybe you can testify

as a character witness?

Sure.

But, Arthur, you're still a ways from picking a jury.

You did get a judge

to agree to a new hearing.

But now you have to get that judge

to agree to a new trial.

And you know the first question that judge is gonna ask?

"Have you got any new evidence?"

So, do you?

How about a signed confession from the man

who really did kill Ivan and that little baby?

Dr. Bull?

Ms. Morgan.

Thanks for coming.

I know it must seem odd getting a call from a stranger

while you're out of town at a convention...

I work for Homeland Security.

Trust me, before I came down here to meet you,

I made it my business to know far more about you

than you're probably comfortable with.

Well, let's hope that's a good thing.

Now what can I do for you?

Well, as you probably know, I'm a psychologist,

and as it happens,

I am here in town for a trial.

The last few years I've been

doing a lot of work as a...

Expert witness.

It's in the file.

And I realized that this convention was in town...

I figured that.

Yeah, so coincidentally I've been reading a lot about you

and your theories, and I came by the hotel here

to pick up the convention journal, and lo and behold,

there you were.

Lo and behold.

Look...

I'm a fan.

Of what?

Of yours.

Near as I can tell, you are the leading figure

in the science of predictive behavior.

As a matter of fact, you may be the only figure

in the science of predictive behavior.

Okay.

And why do you care?

I have an idea for a business.

Oh, my God.

You are not gonna pitch me your vision

for a cutting-edge matchmaking service,

are you, because I have heard that one five times

in the last two years. Although to be honest,

those guys bought me drinks and dinner

before they brought it up.

Let me start over.

Before I flew to Ohio, I was involved

in a trial in New York.

Guy was innocent.

The thing is...

he had the wrong jury.

'Cause, you see, picking

a jury is easy.

You just do your homework-- you follow the demographic

and socioeconomic indicators.

But a trial, once you've picked those people,

well, that trial is a living, breathing thing,

and sometimes it starts out being about one thing

and ends up being about something else entirely.

And you have no way of knowing

how all this testimony and this evidence

is affecting that group of people you've selected.

You're in the dark.

But what if you weren't?

What if you had a window

into how they were feeling?

What they were thinking.

And what if you could use that information

to adjust your trial strategy

accordingly?

What if

you could ...edict their behavior.

Now would be a really good time to buy me that drink.

Excuse me?

Morning.

My name's Leo Craddick. I'm Arthur Craddick's son.

This is what we call the mock courtroom.

When there's no pandemic, what we do is

we recruit people to come down here and pretend to be jurors.

We also audition trial strategies.

Closing arguments.

Sometimes we rehearse witnesses.

Get 'em used to the idea of offering testimony.

I didn't even know places like this existed.

Listen...

truth is, we have no money for any of this.

Well, isn't that serendipitous?

I don't want any money for any of this.

Look... in a lot of ways, your dad

was the inspiration for all this.

I remember sitting there at his trial,

realizing there was nothing I could do,

and it...

well, it made me feel so helpless.

And I suddenly thought to myself...

maybe it's time to try something different.

I'm just saying...

we've got a written confession.

I'm not sure we're going to be needing any of this.

Trust me, you're gonna need all the help you can get.

If you want to win the motion for a new trial,

that judge is going to have to find

that the confession is admissible.

That the witness is credible.

Signing a piece of paper is one thing, but getting up there

in court, saying it out loud, convincingly,

under the pressure of a tough cross-exam,

that is a whole nother ball of wax.

Is there any way I can see the confession?

Any way my people could meet this fella?

So the confession is from a contract killer?

A mob hit man?

Yep. Turns out everybody had it wrong.

They all figured it to be one of the business owners

that killed Ivan to put a stop to the shakedowns.

Turns out it was about territory.

The mob wanted a piece of Ivan's action,

and Ivan wasn't down with that.

So they killed him.

Sure did.

And his baby.

And exactly why is this contract killer confessing?

I mean, according to this file, he's only 42 years old.

Doesn't he get that he'll probably

spend the rest of his life in prison?

Did I not mention

he's dying?

47 men.

47...

But Ivan was easy to track.

Careless.

Bravado with no brains.

I remember thinking...

that killing Ivan Kovolchuk

would be the easiest $25,000

I would ever make.

So let's talk about the murders.

No. Not murders.

Murder.

One-- Ivan.

The baby girl wasn't...

I didn't know she was there.

She was an accident.

A mistake.

I don't deny

pulling the trigger, but...

...there is no greater insult to God

than to kill one of his babies.

No matter how much I try

to atone for that child's death...

God always

gets the last word.

Myeloma.

Blood cancer.

Mr. Colón?

Any idea when

your witness plans on making an appearance?

We've been sitting here for half an hour.

Uh, yes, yes, of course, Your Honor.

Well, we are doing everything we can

to locate him.

I do apologize

for the delay.

I don't understand.

You said you hired

an ambulance to bring him here.

How do you lose an ambulance?

Danny, where the hell are you?

He's dead, Bull.

We were going through the Midtown Tunnel and he just

started gasping for breath and...

then he just died.

Even with rush hour traffic with the siren on,

we couldn't get out of the tunnel.

I-I couldn't get cell service and...

We need to talk to the judge.

I don't deny pulling the trigger,

but... there is no greater

insult to God than to kill

one of his babies.

No matter how much I try

to atone for that child's

death...

God always gets

the last word.

Myeloma.

Blood cancer.

Ms. Glover, I'll hear you next.

Thank you.

Your Honor, the People urge you

to deny this motion on the grounds that this new evidence

is-- despite what Mr. Craddick's attorneys may say--

rank hearsay.

We were not given the opportunity to be present

when the declarant gave his so-called confession.

And consequently we were not able

to cross-examine him.

Your Honor... no one wishes that Mr. Sidorenko

was alive and here today more than we do.

These are obviously extenuating circumstances.

I...

Even setting that aside,

this alleged new evidence is less a dying declaration

and more like a deathbed fairy tale,

replete with melodrama and a third act reversal.

We're expected to take the word of a criminal?

An accomplished liar? A professional killer?

This man was paid to murder people-- he could just

as easily have been paid to lie on that video.

And given his illness,

Mr. Sidorenko had nothing to lose.

For that reason alone,

we beseech Your Honor

to dismiss this motion for a new trial.

There is no new evidence here.

Just new distractions.

New... distortions.

Thank you, Counselor.

The court would like to take a brief recess

to consider both the legal briefs and this new evidence.

Let's reconvene in 30 minutes.

-Call it. -Can't. We made a compelling argument,

but so did the A.D.A.

I hear you. I wish I had a better sense of the judge.

You guys are crazy.

It's done. It's over.

My father is coming home.

People know the truth when they hear it.

Did you see the look on the face of his widow?

On his mother?

Leo, they're not the ones

deciding whether we get a new trial.

Hey, Detective Kaminsky.

I'm sorry. One of you call my name?

I did. My name's Leo Craddick.

No. Leo...

I'm Arthur Craddick's son.

The little boy whose father you locked up

for something he didn't do?

Today's the day, Kaminsky.

There's gonna be a reckoning.

-A reckoning? -You heard me.

Cops who put innocent people behind bars need

to face consequences-- professional consequences,

financial consequences, legal consequences--

and you're going to.

You gentlemen heard that, right?

This young man just threatened me.

The judge is back.

Judge is back.

Nice to see you again, Leo.

What the hell was that?

Uh ...at cannot happen again.

A.D.A. Glover, Mr. Colón,

I've read your briefs and heard the arguments.

-Hey. -On reflection, I find

Mr. Sidorenko's statement highly troubling.

Frankly, it begs many more questions than it answers.

But given the People's lack of access

to the witness when he was available,

I find the evidence falls short

of meeting the court's definition of "substantial."

And so, the motion

for a new trial is denied without prejudice.

If any more evidence

comes to light, you can file a new motion.

Move for a sentence review. Argue substantial assistance.

Do it now.

Uh, Your Honor, I ask

that the court please consider a reduction

of Mr. Craddick's sentence.

On what grounds?

Well, Mr. Sidorenko's sworn testimony details other murders

he committed, murders never solved by the police.

By tracking down Mr. Sidorenko, Mr. Craddick has, in effect,

offered substantial assistance to law enforcement.

And as I'm sure you're aware,

that qualifies him for a reduced sentence.

Your Honor, the People strenuously object.

This is obviously a cheap ploy

by Mr. Craddick's lawyers. Just...

The motion for a new trial was actually a very close call.

So I will allow your motion, Mr. Colón,

and reduce Mr. Craddick's sentence from 25 years to life,

down to 18 years to 25 years.

Ladies and gentlemen, this court is adjourned.

All right.

Why does everyone look so happy?

Pops is still locked up for years.

Actually, if I remember my penal code correctly,

18 to 25 means I...

Could be immediately released from prison on parole.

Back in my law clinic days,

I helped some inmates prep for parole.

Saw the system from the inside.

It's not pretty.

-How do you mean? -Well,

the decisions tend to be really random, inconsistent.

And from what I saw, a Black inmate is twice as likely

as a white one to be denied parole,

and that's for the exact same crime.

Uh, any more good news?

Well, for starters,

everything that we're doing here is completely irrelevant.

There's no voir dire, there's no cross-examining anyone,

there's no rebuttal of witnesses.

Parole decisions are not subject to due process,

which means the inmates can't even appeal.

Look, I'm sorry, but I'm worried

that we're bringing trial science to a knife fight.

Should we talk about the three parole commissioners

Bull, Benny and Arthur will be facing?

I got these names from the prison administrator

about an hour ago.

You are looking at a former prosecutor,

a retired family court judge, and a retired police captain.

Oh, my people.

N-No.

How in the hell is Arthur gonna get two of these three folks

to be on his side?

Come on. It is not as bad as all that.

Arthur has a clean disciplinary record,

a near-perfect score on the recidivism risk exam,

and an impressive parole plan.

Marissa, we're talking about a Black man

who has already been found guilty of a double murder.

The chance of these three telling him

he can go home early?

I'm thinking slim to none.

You ever been to one of these?

-A parole hearing? -Mm.

Yup, I've testified.

But only as a prosecutor.

And I was in and out. Said my piece, and I left.

Oh, I've been doing a lot of research,

talking to a lot of people.

-It's a weird beast. -How do you mean?

There's this unspoken rule.

Turns out parole is premised on guilt

and contingent on expressing remorse.

I'm not following.

Well, the trap a lot of inmates fall into is

they try to relitigate their crime.

They deny that they did it, and apparently

the second the commissioners hear that,

they instantly deny the petitioner parole.

So wait a second.

So, when Arthur gets up there to speak,

what's he supposed to say-- "I did it"?

Well, based on what I'm hearing,

these commissioners are expecting an apology

for a crime our client didn't commit.

So what do we do?

Advise him to lie so he can get out of prison,

or tell the truth and kill his chances for parole?

Neither. I think what we have

to do is construct a permission structure.

A what?

Permission structure.

It's a way of giving people permission

to embrace a decision that,

on its face, seems counterintuitive.

A decision that they think they came to on their own,

even though we placed the seeds to make it possible.

Good afternoon.

My name is Leo Craddick, and I'm Arthur Craddick's son.

Before my father was arrested, I played baseball as a kid,

and my dad was my Little League coach.

Before every game, he'd gather us

around and say "Swing hard, boys, swing hard."

That's what he's done behind bars.

Never stopped being a parent,

-never stopped loving me. -Do you see Kovolchuk's widow here?

12 years of prison is enough to break most anyone's soul.

No.

But my father's never broke.

He taught himself the law.

He made it his business to finish college.

And upon his release,

he plans to attend night classes at Hudson University Law School

while working part-time as a warehouse clerk.

I've asked him to come live with me, become part of my household.

Maybe even make up for some of the 12 years that we've lost.

I hope you'll agree that our parole plan includes

every necessary element for a successful transition.

Work, family, ambition.

I'm taking it on faith that you're sitting there

because you believe in the power

of second chances.

That you believe in the power of redemption.

That you believe that a man's ability

to make a contribution to society lasts

as long as he draws breath.

My father's ready.

Please extend this opportunity to him.

You will not regret it.

Society will not regret it.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you, Mr. Craddick.

Ivan was a happy little boy

who maybe went wild as a teenager.

Did bad things, yes.

But was a wonderful father.

His little girl Galina,

my Galishka, should have turned 13 this month.

Eighth grade. Sleepovers, school dances.

All of it destroyed...

by Arthur Craddick.

He took my son.

He took my granddaughter.

The dead don't get a voice.

So it's for them that I beg you.

Do not release the man who assassinated Ivan and Galina.

Marissa?

Listen, do me a favor.

Ivan's wife, the little girl's mother--

Zasha Kovolchuk-- she didn't show up today.

That's odd. She attended every day of the original trial

and the motion hearing, didn't she?

She sure did.

So, what's more important to her

than testifying against Arthur's release?

I'll ask Taylor to look into it.

Hate to admit it, but this contract killer,

Kiril Sidorenko, was very good at his job.

I love a good inspirational success story.

How do you mean?

Well, the guy never established a signature pattern

that the cops could latch onto.

Never did the same thing twice.

I have been through every murder he's been accused of,

including the ones he admitted to in his taped confession,

and there's nothing concrete that ties those killings

to the Kovolchuk murders.

Any news from the front?

Bull is suddenly very interested

in Zasha Kovolchuk, Ivan's widow.

Why? What did she do to get his attention?

She was not at the hearing today,

and Bull wants to know why.

Maybe she had to work.

Let's find out.

According to the background file I've been compiling on her,

at the time of the murders, and for years after,

she worked as a cashier

at a Russian bakery in Little Ukraine.

And now?

Give me a sec.

33, never married or had another child.

What about work?

Or maybe she moved away.

What's her -current address? -Oh.

Apparently, Zasha Kovolchuk owns a two-bedroom,

two-and-a-half-bath condominium in Syosset, Long Island

for which she paid a lot of money.

How much is a lot?

More than your place is worth.

Sorry. I had to look it up when we were defending you and Greg.

She also owns

a small chain of Russian bakeries in the tristate area.

Uh, a chain? How is that possible?

You just said she was a cashier.

Good morning, commissioners.

This case is tragically simple.

Two people, a young man and his baby,

were gunned down in cold blood.

This was a crime for which a judge saw fit

to give Arthur Craddick a life sentence.

And the only reason that we're here today even

entertaining this parole, is because,

through no effort on Arthur Craddick's behalf,

a dying, hired contract killer confessed

to some other unsolved murders that the police were anxious

to get off their dockets.

And as for

Mr. Craddick's parole plan, let's review it one more time.

As it turns out, Hudson University Law School

has just informed us that they are

withdrawing Arthur Craddick's acceptance

upon learning of his conviction for double murder.

We've also been informed that the warehouse manager

who had offered a job to Mr. Craddick

is likewise withdrawing the offer

after learning that he was convicted of killing a child.

And here, Leo's landlord,

with a duty to protect his other tenants

from a convicted murderer, has now changed his mind.

And will evict Leo if, in fact, Arthur moves in.

Let there be no ambiguity.

Mr. Craddick is a remorseless killer

who, without a home or a job or a purpose,

is not at all poised to successfully reenter society.

I don't understand.

Why are they doing this?

Who are they protecting?

Themselves.

So, last night, while I was trying to find out

everything I could about Zasha Kovolchuk

and how she could afford such a nice home

and so many businesses, I discovered the damnedest thing.

Starting right after the murders, Zasha received

monthly cash payments in amounts ranging from $4,000

to $6,000 from...

You're gonna love this.

...her husband's assassin,

the late Kiril Sidorenko.

Excuse me?

So, what did he say on that tape?

"No matter how much I have tried to atone for Galina's death..."

He didn't say "repent," he said "atone," which...

is a debt of forgiveness that can never truly be repaid.

So... Kiril Sidorenko tried, in his own way,

to buy her forgiveness.

Yeah. We have to get her to that parole hearing.

Uh, what do you mean?

Well, Arthur isn't allowed to testify

to his own innocence.

But she can.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for a messenger.

I need to sign something.

Yeah. I'm sorry. That's my fault.

There's no messenger. I mean, I was the one who called you.

I work for Arthur Craddick.

Did you know he wasn't guilty before the hearing?

Before you saw the tape? You didn't, did you?

That's why you stopped showing up for the hearings.

You realized after all these years

you'd been wrong.

Who do you think the man was sending you money every month?

Ms. Kovolchuk, I need you to come with me

and testify on Arthur's behalf.

Leave me alone, or I'm going to call the police.

Believe me, the police are the last people

you want in your life right now.

You pocketed $700,000, all of it undeclared.

You know what that's called? Tax fraud.

Then you funneled that blood money

into business transactions.

That's called money laundering.

But from the second that you knew

Arthur didn't kill your husband and you kept it to yourself...

that's obstruction of justice.

So you come with me, and I will do everything I can

to make that stuff go away.

But I need you to talk to the parole board.

You know where our friend Detective Kaminsky is?

I have no idea.

Mr. Craddick,

you're now invited to speak on your own behalf.

Well, if it pleases the parole board,

we would like to call one last support witness.

We would not ask for the additional time

if we didn't believe the witness to be vitally important.

Certainly.

Go ahead.

Good afternoon.

For 12 years, the legal system told me,

over and over again,

that Arthur Craddick killed my baby and killed my husband.

It wasn't their opinion, it wasn't their theory,

it was simply the fact.

And that fact has been a rock my grief could always hold onto.

My certainty that that man was in a jail for what he did.

But...

...at that hearing, watching Kiril Sidorenko's confession

changed all of that.

Robbed me of all of that.

Because when you finally hear the truth...

no matter what people try to insist the facts are,

you know.

You know deep in your heart.

I loved my husband,

but let me tell you something about my husband.

My husband was a criminal.

He threatened people.

He took their money.

And he dared them to call the police.

So trust me, I know about criminals.

So when you ask me, "What do you think, Zasha?

Who shot your baby and your husband?"

A hired killer?

So bigger criminals, tougher criminals,

jealous of your husband's success,

can threaten people, take their money

and dare them to call the police?

Or a local dry cleaner,

bringing up a child alone, with everything to lose

and very little to gain.

I think the answer

is obvious.

As much as I want to believe in Arthur Craddick's guilt...

the terrible truth is...

I know now...

he is innocent.

A.D.A. Glover,

your next witness?

Right.

Actually... the original investigator on this case,

Detective Joseph Kaminsky,

was scheduled to testify today,

but as you can see...

he's not here yet.

And are you in communication with him?

Is he close?

Actually, I've been unable to reach him.

Frankly, the facts relating

to Detective Kaminsky's investigation some 12 years ago,

all of which are circumstantial,

are already familiar to all of us sitting up here

on the board.

What I'd like to do at this point

is simply move along.

Of course.

Well...

what once started as a straightforward parole petition

has suddenly turned into something highly unusual,

something that typically falls

the question of this inmate's

guilt or innocence.

May I please say something?

A tragedy like this,

it's got a blast radius,

destroying lives in every single direction.

My family...

your family, we're connected by that.

I truly am sorry, Mrs. Kovolchuk,

for all you've been through.

That's all.

I'm sorry for all of it.

For the agony we've all suffered.

If you're through, Mr. Craddick,

we'd like to render our decision.

In the matter of inmate Arthur Craddick,

it is our unanimous decision that...

parole shall be granted.

Dr. Bull...

thank you.

You're welcome. Only took 12 years.

I didn't dream that, right?

No, you didn't dream it.

Hot off the presses.

A.D.A. has agreed to file a motion

to vacate Arthur's conviction.

That means full exoneration.

She also says...

he should be out of here tomorrow morning.

Man, I got to buy a bed tonight.

I cannot tell you, I have imagined this moment

hundreds of times.

Leonard Craddick.

I'm Leonard Craddick.

Officers, -what's going on here? -I need to know

if any of you have any weapons on your person.

--LEO/BULL/ -No. -Everybody keep your hands

-on your heads, please. We're Mr. Craddick's counsel.

We have a right to know what this is all about.

What the hell?

Leonard Craddick, you are under arrest

for the murder of Detective Joseph Kaminsky.

Anything you say can and will be used against youKaminsky's dead?

in a court of law. You have the right...

Leo, it's gonna be all right. Officer, he is to remain

unquestioned until we get there.

Leo, you don't say anything to anybody!

You understand?

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