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Ahem.

I remember everything.

I said...

"Could I have hit him?

Did I hit him?"

And I'm not as clear as if I hadn't been drinking.

Hey, can I get a vodka soda?

Did it start snowing yet?

No, not yet.

You know, my dad said

I shouldn't be out with a blizzard on the way.

Yeah, your dad's probably right.

But, hey...

I'm glad you came.

Hey.

Uh, Chris Albert.

-And? -A bunch of them

down by the Waterfall, he says.

Do you wanna go?

Or we could just go back to your place.

Look, it'll be easier to go by, have a drink,

than come up with some excuse.

-Okay, let's go. -Yeah, we're going?

-Yeah, let's go. -Take your bag.

Hey! Saint John!

-Johnny! -Hey!

Hey!

-You! -Hi!

Hey, Karen.

Who invited these losers?

-Come on over. -Uh, blame your brother.

-Hey. -What're you pricks drinking?

Whatever you pricks are buying.

-Oh! -You kiss that mouth?

Best way I know to shut her up.

-Hey! -Hey.

Come on.

Uh...

-Gather around. -You in?

Cheers!

Cheers.

I'm really glad I came tonight.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Cheers.

So am I staying at your house tonight?

I can think of a good reason

you might want to stay at my place tonight.

Do another drink, huh?

Come to my place.

Last call!

Let's keep this party going!

Let's all go back to my place.

-Here we go! -All right.

-Whoo! -Good plan.

Make sure you let those guys know, yeah?

Yeah, yeah, I will. I'll let 'em know.

We're all going back to Brian's place.

You coming?

Uh... yeah. Yeah!

Great. It's at Fairview, but I'll text you.

Really?

It's after midnight.

Can't we just go back to your house,

just you and me?

One drink. Come on, we'll be a minute!

All right.

Mm.

Mm! Good stuff.

Hey!

Come on.

Ohh...

John?

John!

John?

John?

John?

This is John. How 'bout you?

John, where the hell are you?

Will you call me back, please?

Call me.

John, where the hell are you?

Pick up the phone, goddammit!

Jen!

Karen? What's going on?

I don't know where John is!

What? Wh-What do you mean?

I can't find him. Have you-- Have you--

Have you talked to him,

or have you seen him?

-Just calm down. -He-He's not here.

-Tell me what happened. - He never came home last night

and I'm totally freaking out right now!

I mean, I figured you guys just...

He never came home.

I don't know what to do,

I'm seriously freaking out over here.

Jen, he never came home!

Just relax, okay? I'm sure he's fine.

W-We'll figure it out, okay?

I think I just need to go look for him.

I can't just stand here!

I have to go!

Oh, shit.

Pick up, John!

Pick up the phone, goddammit!

Pick up the phone!

Kerry, I'm worried.

I'm worried John might be dead.

What?

I think he may have gotten hit by a plow.

He never came home last night.

We were all out drinking, and--

Well, Karen, maybe you shouldn't be on the road.

No, I'm headed to Jen McCabe's.

Will you help us, please? Will you come?

Please, will you come help us?

Let's meet back at John's.

Jen?

Jen! Jen, get in the car.

Kerry's meeting us back at John's house.

What happened here?

I backed up into John's car as I was-- I was pulling out.

Maybe he's at home.

Maybe we'll just check the house again.

No, I have checked the entire house!

-Every room! -Okay--

And I've been calling him.

-Okay, let's just look again! -Just get in the car!

It's okay!

I told you he wasn't here.

I don't know, maybe he-- he-he...

he went and slept it off at the Alberts'?

And maybe he-he was too drunk?

-I mean, we didn't see him. -Can we just--

Can we please just go there?

Do you remember where you last saw him?

No, I don't-- I don't know. I mean...

I don't know.

Uh, I saw you guys pull up in front of Brian's.

What?

Yeah, I saw your car out front.

I mean, I figured you guys changed your mind and left.

No, I...

No, I-I...

I don't know. I don't--

Maybe. I-I don't know!

Let's just-- just keep driving.

There he is. There he is!

-What? -Where?

Stop, stop, stop!

Where are you seeing him?

I'm getting out.

John!

No, no. No, John!

John!

Oh, my God! No!

No!

John, John, John...

Come on.

No, John! John!

No!

Call 9-1-1!

All right, okay.

- 9-1-1. - Uh, yeah, yeah.

No, we need someone to 34 Fairview Road,

-Canton, Mass., now! -What's going on?

Yeah, there's a guy, he's unresponsive in the snow!

Come on, John!

Come on, baby...

Come on, baby.

Come on.

No, no, no, no, no.

Hold on.

Jen?

Mike! Oh, my God.

We just found our friend in the snow!

John O'Keefe. You know him, right?

-Boston cop? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We don't know how long he's been here!

Please.

John, please. Oh, my God.

Yeah, we got a Boston police officer,

just been found in the snow here.

Okay... Okay.

No--

Can I get you to step back? Can I get you to step back?

Uh, he does have some trauma to his head.

I'm not sure if he was in a fight or whatever.

-I'm not getting a pulse. -Okay, all right.

One, two--

He's gonna need an E.R., for sure.

EMTs here now.

Can I get in here?

Please, that's my boyfriend!

I-- I left him, and he never came home.

Please!

Kerry! Jen, is he dead?

He's dead?

He'll be okay.

Dad?

Karen?

It's John.

He's dead.

What?

I don't wanna be alive right now.

Daddy, I just...

I just wanna die. This--

Is he breathing?

No.

All right, let's move him!

Wait.

Wait. I...

Canton Control to Canton 6-8-2.

6-8-2.

Are you aware of the party on-scene,

or the caller, named Karen?

Affirmative.

Will he be okay?

I have her father on the line.

She's making suicidal comments.

I'm gonna Section her, so we know where she is.

It's okay, John.

John--

Ma'am. Ma'am, you're gonna be coming with us.

What are you talking about? I wanna go with him!

They need room to work.

We've got a ride over here for you.

There's space in the other ambulance. Please.

-It'll be okay. -No! I'm going with him.

Please, I'm going with him!

Ma'am--

No!

No!

Oh, God.

Please don't die.

Please don't...

Okay, just try

to focus on trying to calm your breathing.

I can't--

You don't understand.

I don't wanna live without him.

Ma'am...

are you thinking about hurting yourself?

Did they find a pulse?

We're on our way to the hospital.

We're gonna find out more then.

I tried giving him mouth-to-mouth.

That was good.

And he's going where they can really take care of him.

He's gonna be there in a few minutes.

How is this even happening?

Oh, God.

We're right in here.

Why don't you have a seat?

Why am I in here? I--

We just need to run some tests.

I don't understand.

You were brought in under a "Section 12"--

that's a psychiatric hold.

An EMT's concerned you might hurt yourself.

I just saw my boyfriend half-dead in the snow!

I just need to go see him.

Please, let me see him.

Hey, I-I'm looking for my brother, John O'Keefe.

He was brought in here.

Paul!

Paul... oh.

Paul...

Oh, God.

Paul!

No, that's them. That's my...

That's the family.

Please. I need to go be with them.

I don't understand.

Why are-- Why are you taking my blood?

Please make a fist.

The doctor will be in soon to ask you a few questions.

Oh, Jesus.

Hi, Dad.

I got here as quick as I could.

They won't let me see him.

They, uh...

I mean, honey, they...

they did what they could do.

Did you see him?

Is he okay?

Sweetheart...

...he's, uh...

he's gone.

No.

No!

Please don't tell me that.

No... No, no.

No, he can't be.

They did everything that could've been done.

How-- How did it happen?

What, I mean... did--

did I hit him? Did...

Cou-Could I-- Could I have hit him?

John, where are you?

John? Pick up.

Come on! Where are you?

Call me!

John, would you pick up your phone?

Really?

You're a goddamn loser, do you know that?

You are a goddamn loser. Call me back!

I goddamn hate you!

I goddamn hate you!

Do you hear me?

I goddamn hate you!

Proctor, they put you on this?

Lead investigator.

What are we looking at?

A foot of snow, and a vague hope

we'll find anything important underneath.

Why can't these things only happen in the spring?

What're you doing? That's a Solo cup.

It's all we got right now.

Just trying to beat the snowmelt.

How you holding up?

Not good.

How can he be gone?

How can I never, ever see him again?

I need to see the kids.

Will you take me?

I think that's a good idea.

I wasn't expecting...

I'm so sorry.

Nobody told me

that everybody was getting together here.

Uh, we all wanted to be with the kids.

Yeah. Yeah, me too.

How are they?

I mean, they know what happened.

They're taking it pretty hard.

Where are they?

Upstairs.

You saw him?

John?

Yeah, I saw him.

They didn't let me see him.

They put me in a different room.

What did he...

What did he look-- look like?

He was pretty banged up.

Looked to me like he got hit by a car.

Excuse me.

What the hell is going on here?

They're upset.

I'm upset!

I loved this man.

You know, I spent five nights a week in this house?

This is more my home than it is theirs,

and they think they can just come right in.

Well, you understand why they want to be here.

And I took care of those kids like a mother!

I mean, there was...

there was, like, this bond, you know?

What the hell is going on here, Dad?

Did you see the way that they were looking at me?

Everybody's just confused.

Nobody knows what happened.

Neither do I.

But everybody seems to only be looking at me.

And you know what?

Let them.

Because if I did anything in any way...

then I will pay my dues.

And this is how it should be.

I want to know the truth, Dad.

Good, bad...

or ugly.

Hi. Mr. Read?

Yes.

I'm Michael Proctor with Massachusetts State Police.

I understand your daughter's here?

Come in.

Ahem.

We got in an argument that day.

It was sort of an ongoing thing.

About what?

Just, you know...

relationship stuff.

Nothing new.

But by the time we met up, we...

we were all good.

You know, we were-- we were kissing and laughing.

We were with our friends.

And then he got out of the car, and I left,

and that was-- that was the last time I ever saw him.

That was outside the Alberts' house,

around... 12:30 a.m.?

Yeah.

Yeah, he...

he got out of my car.

I had a stomach ache,

so I just went back to his house.

We got your blood results back from the hospital.

You had a .093% at nine this morning.

That's still over the legal limit.

Guess you guys were tying one on pretty good last night.

Everybody was drinking.

I mean, I had a couple drinks at McCarthy's,

a couple more at the Waterfall.

I... I felt fine.

Fine enough to get behind the wheel?

Yeah. Well, I got home in one piece.

I noticed, on the way in, you got a busted tail light.

Yeah, that, um... that happened this morning.

I backed into John's car.

He's missing. I-I was frantic.

Well, since the car's the last place anyone saw John,

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take that in

to be investigated.

Are you serious?

You're gonna take my car?

Well, how am I supposed to get to work?

Can you work from home?

I mean, I-I'm a financial analyst--

I can do that work from home,

but I also teach finance at the university.

Sorry, the car's evidence.

I'm afraid we're also gonna have to ask for your phone.

What?

I think I'm gonna need a lawyer.

So, the first thing that we can expect, most likely,

is a no-contact order.

"No contact"? What does that even--

With who?

With anyone in John's family.

And I'm afraid that means

that you won't be able to attend John's funeral.

What?

No contact... with his family at all.

I'm really sorry.

They all have their minds made up.

You know, three days ago, I was like family to them,

and all of a sudden, no contact?

I mean, is that even necessary?

No one's speaking to me, anyway.

They're almost certainly gonna fill a warrant out

for your arrest.

My arrest?

I didn't do anything. This is insane!

Look, that night...

...I had been drinking.

It was late...

...and, I mean, I don't know what could've happened.

Did he try to get to me while I was leaving

and I just didn't-- I didn't know it?

I mean, I-I always have the music blasting.

It-- It was snowing, I had the wipers going.

I had the-the heater blasting.

I mean...

What if... and...

I don't even know.

What if I...

ran over his foot?

Or-Or what if I-I-- I clipped him in the knee

and he just-- he just passed out?

Well, then you would have some element of culpability.

They took your phone.

They took... your car.

You need to prepare yourself.

How is anybody supposed to prepare themselves

for something like this?

Well, you can also expect some fairly invasive discovery--

subpoenas for your texts,

your emails, your financial records.

I'll talk to the D.A. and arrange

for you to voluntarily surrender.

Everybody's so damn sure.

Burn me at the stake, already.

Listen, Karen.

I'm gonna be with you through the whole thing.

I've been practicing law for 30-plus years.

They're gonna take your picture.

They'll take your prints.

You post bail,

you go home.

Just behind me

is the location of the tragic death

of Boston Police Officer John O'Keefe,

where investigations have intensified.

More tail-light pieces over here.

Family, friends, and fellow officers

gathered today

at the St. Francis of Assisi Church in Braintree,

for the funeral of Boston police officer John O'Keefe.

O'Keefe was pronounced dead Saturday,

in the early-morning hours,

after being found in the snow outside a home in Canton.

His brother Paul remembered John

as someone who showed what determination could be.

Moving forward,

I will do my best

to continue my brother's legacy

of caring and supporting others,

even though I know I can never come close

to the way he did.

Nor can I come close

to expressing the admiration I have for John,

who, after our sister Kristi died,

took her two children into his home

to raise as his.

But I can repeat

the same words that John used at Kristi's funeral--

"We'll take it from here."

John O'Keefe will be laid to rest

at Bluehill Cemetery in Braintree.

David, hi.

Hey. Listen. I've got some bad news.

Terrific.

I talked to the D.A.

and they're not going for it.

They won't let you voluntarily surrender.

What? Why?

Well...

they're not telling me anything, but...

a Boston cop is dead,

and we knew

there was a heightened sense of importance to it--

they're playing their cards very close.

So they're insisting on arresting me?

David, how am I supposed to go to jail?

I mean, I've got Crohn's, I've got MS.

I've got all these meds I have to take.

Okay, you can bring them with you.

All right. When?

Well... that's why I'm calling.

Are you home?

Yeah.

Okay. Just like we talked about.

David, I have to hang up now.

Karen Read,

you have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say

can be used against you in a court of law.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be provided to you by the State.

Police have arrested a Mansfield woman

in connection with

the death of Boston police officer John O'Keefe,

who was found in a snowbank on a Canton street

over the weekend.

Investigators allege

that Read struck O'Keefe with her black Lexus SUV,

and left him to die in the snow

outside a Canton home

in the frigid blizzard conditions.

Manslaughter, motor-vehicle homicide,

and leaving the scene

of a motor-vehicle collision causing death.

Do you understand these charges?

Yeah.

This arrest

marks the first major development

in the investigation into O'Keefe's death,

which shocked the local law-enforcement community.

Can I get a vodka soda?

Here you go.

Start snowing yet?

No, not yet.

You know, my dad said I shouldn't be out

with a blizzard on the way.

I'll take another.

Uh, Chris Albert.

A bunch of them down by the Waterfall.

Can we just hang here?

-Do you want to go? -No.

Come on, look at me.

Look at my eyes.

Four shots.

-Here you go. -All right!

You guys in?

Yours. Here we go.

Up yours.

Let's go and say hi.

Look, it'll be easier to go by, have a drink,

than come up with some excuse.

-Okay, fine. Let's go. -Yeah, we're going?

Yeah, let's go.

Hey, Saint John! Johnny!

-Hey! -Hey!

Who invited these losers?

Hey, blame your brother.

Hey, what are you pricks drinking?

Whatever you pricks are buying.

You kiss that mouth?

Hey!

Best way I know to shut her up.

Come on!

We're good, right?

You in?

-No. -You in?

Let's go back to my place.

Don't forget to let those guys know.

Oh, yeah. I'll let 'em know.

Hey, we're all going back to Brian's place.

You coming?

Uh... yeah.

Yeah!

Really?

What?

Well, it's after midnight.

Can't we just go back to your house?

You and me?

One drink.

Come on, we'll be a minute.

We're having a good time.

All right.

Are you coming?

Hey.

Oh, thank God. You have to get me

out of this cell. -Well, they're gonna be here

in a minute, to bring you over to your arraignment.

Are-Are they gonna let me get cleaned up a bit?

I mean, look at me.

No one's gonna care about that.

Listen, I've been going through your arrest record,

and there are a few things that we're gonna need

to address, going forward.

What are they saying?

Well, first,

your blood alcohol level that morning was .09--

Yeah, I already know that. What else?

Okay. Evidence--

there were pieces of a broken tail-light,

close to John's body,

consistent with the broken tail-light

of your Lexus SUV.

There were pieces of broken glass

embedded in your bumper that, they say,

came from a glass that John took from the Waterfall.

There were scratches, dents, and chipped paint

all around that same back area of your car.

-Shit. -Basically, they are saying

that you drove to the Alberts' house,

John got out, you backed up,

slamming into him.

After which, you drove to his place,

where you fell asleep,

leaving him laying there overnight

to freeze to death.

He got out of the car.

I watched him head over to the house.

That was the last time I ever saw him.

And then, they have people on the scene that morning

that swear that they heard you say,

"I hit him.

I hit him. I hit him."

David...

I never said those words.

Ever.

There are people on the scene that morning

that say you did.

What the hell? Am I-- Am I news now?

How does the defendant plead?

Not guilty, your Honor.

Court sets bail in the amount of $50,000,

and reiterates, Ms. Read--

...that you are ordered

to stay away from the victim's residence,

and have no contact with the victim's family.

Karen Read,

the girlfriend of John O'Keefe,

was released on bail today

shortly after she appeared in court

to face charges related to his death.

She's pleaded "not guilty" to manslaughter,

motor-vehicular homicide,

and leaving the scene of a collision causing death.

The victim, Officer John O'Keefe, 46,

was a 16-year veteran

of the Boston Police Department.

Karen Read has denied all the allegations

and maintains her innocence.

There goes my health insurance.

You know, I have-- I have surgery follow-ups.

How am I supposed to pay for my meds,

if I don't have a job?

We'll figure it out.

You know, you always say that.

But how?

How are we gonna "figure it out"?

Look, you're not gonna be alone through this.

I'm not at work anymore.

I can be there for you through the whole thing.

Yeah, but you love your job.

Not more than I love you.

Ugh.

I'm gonna be put in the poorhouse

for something I didn't do, Dad.

I mean, my God-- I had to cash out my 401K.

Probably gonna have to sell this house.

Honey...

you've got your mom, you've got me.

We're totally behind you, and we're gonna help,

whatever it takes.

But how?

By doing whatever we need to do.

This fight-- it's not just you.

It's us, too.

And we're not gonna stop till we make this right.

It just feels like this whole town

is turning on me.

They're telling the cops I said I hit him.

Why?

Why would I say that?

I thought these people were supposed to be my friends.

What in the--?

What? What now?

I have an arrest warrant.

Again? Who have I supposed to have killed now?

Same person.

Only the charges have been upped from manslaughter

to second-degree murder.

Can I at least get some normal shoes on,

so that I don't have to go on TV looking like this?

I don't even have underwear on!

Can I at least go get some pants?

Your parents can come back and retrieve everything.

I just... I don't want to be on channel 4 in my pajamas.

I wouldn't be worried about the news right now.

See how she is?

She's more concerned with how she looks on TV.

Yeah, okay.

Manslaughter, second-degree murder...

what's-- what's the difference?

Life in prison.

I mean, that's the problem with these people--

everything is, "We're all gonna die

if we don't get rid of plastic bags

out of supermarkets,"

and "no more straws."

Everything is, "We're all gonna die."

Anyway, that's my take.

For those of you just joining or are here for the first time,

I'm your fearless host, Turtleboy.

Let's take a call.

Hey, "Steve From Southie," what's on your mind?

Hey, man.

You been following this Karen Read case?

Sounds like something right up your alley.

Yeah, a woman who hit her cop boyfriend with her car?

Yeah. What's your take on that?

Well, it sucks, huh?

You know, I mean, you got this woman

who's got it all together, and, um...

she just got drunk one night,

and appears to have not even known

that she backed this guy over.

I'm sure she didn't mean to kill him,

and I'm sure it's eating her up inside.

Well, seems like a story you should cover.

I mean, uh...

it's sad, yeah,

but I don't know if there's a story there.

You know, I'm a "Back-the-Blue" guy,

so, uh, I don't really have a strong opinion on it.

It's a tragedy.

Yeah, it's a real tragedy for her.

She's out on bail now,

but they're charging her with murder.

Murder?

Hold up a sec.

Look at this.

Proctor knows everybody.

He's the lead investigator on this case,

and I'm there scrolling through all these pictures,

and it's like he pretty much knows

everybody who was in that house that night.

Everyone?

Well, not everyone,

but isn't it kind of a conflict of interest?

John's a cop.

They're not gonna let this go.

And now it's my ass that's on the line.

We're gonna need a bigger team.

Are they kidding?

The-These injuries are from a car hitting him?

That's their story.

Well, I'm not buying it.

Maybe someone just needed a scapegoat.

Yeah, well, that's why I'm here.

I mean, come on.

You mean to tell me they're not seeing what we're seeing?

Exactly our question.

And did anybody else have their vehicle

and cell phone taken from them?

I mean, it's like I was the only suspect.

Well, you're the odd one out.

They're circling their wagons--

everybody and his mother.

Putting only you on the chopping block.

This is intentional--

this slow drip of discovery from the prosecution.

Well, they're certainly taking their time.

It's been months.

They've got a game plan.

Well, they're on a fishing expedition.

Trying to fit the evidence

to the narrative they already decided on.

You have a fundamental right

to see the evidence against you,

and they're taking their sweet time about it.

They didn't waste any time taking my car

or my phone, did they?

Let's just drill down on this for just 10 seconds.

In terms of the tail-light material,

uh, the-the glass, the plastic, John's shirt,

the jeans, the belt, the shoes, the underwear,

the hat-- whatever--

Well, none of it was booked into evidence until...

March 14th, 2022.

So they just sat on it for a month and a half?

What the hell? Is that standard?

No, no, no.

No. We-we don't know whose possession they were in.

I mean, what were the circumstances?

W-Were they properly handled?

We have no guarantee they weren't compromised.

Holy shit, Turtle Riders!

This is story-of-the-century stuff!

I mean, my jaw is... currently on the floor.

Remember the headlines that a Boston police officer

was backed over by his girlfriend

in a snowstorm after a fight

on a night they were both drinking?

That was the narrative that was put out there,

but I have been getting more and more information on this,

and it's outrageous!

And what we know for damn sure

is she did not run him over.

No, Karen Read is a completely innocent woman.

He is something else.

We couldn't get better PR if we were paying him.

Yeah.

That's because he's 100% sincere--

a force to be reckoned with.

We're to believe

that Karen was at least 62 feet away

before she decided to gun it in reverse,

and John just... stood there.

Right? Just waited to get run over?

Is he dead?

Is he dead?

Kerry! Jen, is he dead?

He's dead. Oh, my God.

Look.

I didn't hear you say it at all.

If I was running around saying, "I hit him, I hit him,"

you'd think it would be picked up

by the dash-cam mics.

You'd also be arrested on the spot.

I mean, we can clearly hear you say,

"He's dead. He's dead."

But not, "I hit him."

Yeah, you don't hear it, 'cause I never said it.

It's all an elaborate plot to frame Karen Read.

Now, when I believe in something,

I don't just say, "Oh, here's the facts."

No, I go out and I hold protests,

and I'm looking for other people to do the same.

Free Karen Read!

Well, we always knew

the key to this case was seeing people's phones.

You can ask all the questions you want,

but the hard data--

that is where you find the really critical stuff

in the 21st century.

Proctor's phone records are coming in very soon,

or I'm gonna be breathing fire.

Uh... Kerry Roberts and Jen McCabe's

confirm the timing of those calls

you made to them that morning.

We have records of other investigators.

We have the 9-1-1 records.

Oh, that can't be right.

Did Jen McCabe make a Google search

at 2:27 that morning?

"How long to die in cold?"

Actually, she typed in "H-O-S,"

but-but it's...

it's clear what she meant.

Karen? Karen...

Did you kill John O'Keefe?

Karen Read had nothing to do with it.

This is an innocent woman.

Okay? She is the victim of a conspiracy.

Now, we won't rest until we get to the bottom

of exactly who killed John O'Keefe.

Not only Karen Read deserves this,

John O'Keefe deserves this,

and has deserved this from moment one.

It feels like we're the only ones

who are fighting for the truth

of what happened to John O'Keefe.

And me,

and my family,

and my attorneys...

we've marshaled every resource

to get to the truth.

We know who spearheaded it.

You all know.

I tried to save his life.

At 6 a.m. in the morning,

I was covered in his blood.

Why were you so angry with John that night?

Welcome, Turtle Riders!

There are at least 100 to 200 people here with me

on the Rolling Rally,

and we are peacefully protesting

the murder of John O'Keefe,

and the framing of an innocent woman.

It is a beautiful day here for some peaceful protesting,

I'll tell you that much.

There will be no rioting.

No looting. Nothin' like that.

We are peacefully protesting the murder

of the adoptive father of two

and a Boston police officer

named John O'Keefe.

We are also protesting

on behalf of Karen Read.

You don't get to frame innocent people

who did nothing wrong!

Free Karen Read! Free Karen Read!

The scene outside the courthouse here is unreal!

Hundreds of people here

you would think are waiting for a movie star,

but the focus of their attention

is actually former college professor Karen Read.

Okay, we're ready for opening statements.

The defendant, Karen Read,

struck Mr. O'Keefe with her car,

knocking him onto the ground,

striking his head,

and leaving him lying there

to die in a blizzard.

Karen Read was framed.

Her car never struck John O'Keefe.

She did not cause his death...

and that means

that somebody else did.

Hey, blast from the past.

There he is... in person.

Damn, look at you.

Shut up.

Oh, uh...

You go all out for a first date.

How is this our first date?

Okay, well, first date in 16 years.

Come on in.

Let's get a drink first.

Hey, you're talking my language.

I mean, I don't know...

either most guys are jerks or I'm just a bad picker.

But, no, no... ex-husband. No kids.

What is the matter with guys these days?

They don't see that you're a catch?

Well, you didn't.

Uh... you broke up with me.

Oh, well...

Well, I'm smarter now.

So, you're-- you're a dad?

Yeah.

Uh, I guess. Kinda.

"Kinda"?

I mean, on your page...

A-Actually, they're my, uh, my niece and nephew,

but they're mine now.

They were my-my sister's-- uh, Kristi's...

but, uh...

uh, she died.

Oh, my gosh. I'm-- I'm so sorry.

It was brain cancer.

And then--

I mean, just when you think God's had this big laugh,

her husband, Stephen,

has a heart attack two months later.

Jesus, John.

Yeah. Yeah, and the kids, you know, are orphans,

and that's...

...you know, that's...

that's when family needs to step in.

They're good kids.

They're good?

Well, then, I guess that makes you a saint.

I mean, they're my niece and nephew.

Yeah, but still...

a single guy taking on two kids?

Are you sure I broke up with you?

Doesn't sound right.

Well, you were young... and stupid.

I'll give you that.

Well...

here is to new beginnings.

To new beginnings.

Uh, "Karen", is it?

Don't you remember last night?

And twice this morning?

Well, I gave you a key a month ago.

You never use it.

I like it when my man opens the door for me.

-Ah. -Mm.

Where are the kids?

Ah, you just missed them. They went to bed.

Oh, sounds good.

Come on, close the door.

What's going on?

Gotta go to work.

Blow it off.

Can't blow it off.

Oh, come on.

You can be a little late. Hmm?

Come on.

Is she moving in?

Yeah. You'd think she already did.

She's, uh, pretty much already always here.

Is that a good thing or--?

Yeah. Yeah, she's great.

And she's great with the kids.

She is good with the kids.

It's nice to have some help, you know what I mean?

What does, uh, Erin think?

She likes her.

I like her, too.

What're you driving at? You shopping for rings?

No, I'm just...

I'm asking for an outside opinion.

So you got my opinion.

She's a thumbs-up.

Are we seriously having an argument over donuts?

It's not about donuts.

It's about me telling the kids no,

and you buying them donuts anyway.

We were running all around town,

doing errands.

I thought I was doing something nice,

so shoot me.

Just don't contradict me to them. Huh?

You're not their mother.

I don't need a fun "Aunt Karen"

overriding everything I tell them.

Seems to me like you don't want them

seeing me as a mother figure.

Did I say that? When did I say that?

What's really going on here, John?

You keep picking all these fights with me lately,

and they're always all about something

that I'm doing wrong around here--

I'm spoiling the kids,

I'm reorganizing the pantry, I'm moving the towels--

Ask first!

Oh, I'm sorry, John.

Crime of the century.

I just want to be part of the decision-making

in my own house!

That's all.

Look, I...

I want you around.

I like it.

I... I'm not trying to push you away,

I'm just-- I am just a guy who's set in his ways.

Hmm.

And I am trying my best.

Now...

do you have any more of those donuts?

Hey, I am a cop, after all.

Mm. A charming one, luckily.

Yeah?

You okay, babe?

Yeah, whatever.

Yeah?

Well, anyway...

do...

do you want to go to Aruba?

What are you talking about?

Laura invited us to Aruba.

Uh, they go every New Year's.

There's a-- There's a group of them.

Who's gonna say no to Aruba?

Ahh!

Shh.

Huh? Shh.

John!

-Hey! -What the hell was that?

What?

You're making out with some girl?

Oh, th-that's Marietta.

That's, uh, Laura's little sister.

I was saying thanks.

Oh, with your tongue?

Jesus!

Um, hi. Nice to meet you.

Go screw yourself.

Both of you.

Karen!

Karen, that is--

No. Don't talk to me.

Look, I'm embarrassed, too, all right?

I-I was totally outta line.

I apologized to everyone.

I-I even told Marietta I'd pay for her room.

Okay. That's great, Karen.

I'm sure she appreciated it.

No. She didn't.

She wasn't gonna let me do that,

'cause that would mean accepting my apology,

and I could tell she'd rather die than do that.

Okay! We're home!

It's over.

No, it's not over...

because you obviously haven't forgiven me either.

Look, we have been on top of each other

non-stop since we left!

Can we just give this a break?

Okay.

I hear you. I'm leaving.

Wait a minute. What-What are you doing?

I get it, John!

Karen, I didn't say you had to leave.

Karen!

What?

What do you think about us never going to Aruba again?

Deal.

Hey, hon'.

Hey.

How are you?

Is there something we need to talk about?

I don't know.

You don't know what?

You know, I-I don't need this.

You want to be a little bit more specific?

Yeah. I'm sick of the arguing.

I'm not so quick to jump back into the...

tch, the lovey-dovey, as you are.

You know, I've been trying to get over this hump.

You-You say you don't want to fight weekly, and...

and then you're so quick to fly off the handle.

It really feels like

you're setting me up to fail here, John.

You know...

it's late.

We're both tired.

Let's just, uh, go to bed,

and...

we can forget about this for now.

Mm. What time is it?

It's time to get going.

No. Let's just stay in bed a little bit longer.

No. I-I gotta go.

Oh, come on.

Let's start the day off in a good mood.

John!

What the hell?

Hey.

John, you really hurt me this time.

Just tell me

if you're interested in someone else.

I can't think of any other reason why

you're being this way.

I'm not. Look--

I'm about to pick up the kids.

I'm not in the mood to talk right now. Can I--

Oh, okay, so you're not into it anymore.

I gotta go.

You know, the other day,

I was trying to talk to you about our future,

and you were just, like,

"Yeah. Yeah, okay, what about it?"

Not how it went down, but okay.

So you're really not into this anymore?

No, I am just sick

of fighting and arguing all the time. Like--

Look, I gotta go.

Oh, my God! Just stop calling me.

Oh, my God.

John! Call me back!

Residents of Canton

are under a blizzard warning

and are advised to prepare

for a dangerous and historic snowstorm

with life-threatening conditions.

Heavy snowfall and strong winds...

Maybe just stay at home tonight, Karen.

They're saying it's gonna come down pretty hard.

Nah, the heavy stuff's not coming till later.

Ah, it's just that when they say "blizzard,"

it doesn't mean "flurries."

Look--

John and I, we've been fighting all day.

I think it's really important for me to see him tonight, Dad.

Besides, if I get snowed in,

I'd rather be up there with John and the kids,

than here by myself.

Plus, we always have fun on the weekends.

Well, sweetheart, just be careful.

Don't worry.

Nothing bad's gonna happen.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll come for a drink.

Hey, can I get a vodka soda?

Can I get one more?

That's drink number four...

five...

six...

...seven-- seven drinks in total,

at McCarthy's,

before the defendant moved on to the Waterfall,

where she kept drinking.

And then... she got behind the wheel,

and drove to 34 Fairview with John O'Keefe.

Free Karen Read! Free Karen Read!

Free Karen Read!

Free Karen Read! Free Karen Read!

I didn't think anybody would be paying attention

when I said my favorite color was pink.

Free Karen Read! Free Karen Read!

I'm handing you a document.

Do you recognize it?

Yes.

And what do you recognize it to be?

It's a text message thread

labeled "Proctor's Friends."

So these all came from me.

"From all accounts, he didn't do anything wrong.

She's a whack-job

C-U--"

Objection.

So don't spell it.

You have to--

This is... These are your words, Trooper Proctor?

Yes, your Honor.

So go ahead and say them.

"She's a whack-job c* *."

"She's a babe.

Weird Fall River accent, though.

No ass."

These are unprofessional comments,

but they absolutely do not detract

from the integrity of the investigation,

or the facts and the evidence of it.

Sir...

how did you refer to Miss Read in your text exchange

when you informed them

that you were going through her phone?

I used regrettable language.

I said that I was going through his "retarded" client's phone.

And who were you referring to as "retarded"?

Ms. Read.

So, the person that you were investigating,

you referred to--

to your bosses-- as "retarded," correct?

Again, poor language on my part.

"Poor language" is one way to put it.

"Completely offensive" is another way to put it.

Then, what did you write,

after you talked about going through her phone?

"No nudes so far."

So you were looking for naked photographs

of Miss Read, correct?

No, not correct.

Let me ask you a question.

Have you ever looked for naked photographs

of male suspects you were investigating?

I don't look for naked photos on anyone's phones.

But you just said

you were looking for nudes of Miss Read.

Like I said, Mr. Jackson-- it was an inappropriate joke.

So, you weren't so much

objectively investigating Karen Read

as objectifying, correct?

Before you even went into the house,

having interviewed only three folks,

you had this case nice and wrapped up, didn't you?

Yes.

Based on the evidence uncovered by my office that day--

the one shoe discovered at the scene,

the one shoe at the hospital, Mr. O'Keefe's injuries,

the broken tail piece underneath the snow, the--

No, Trooper Proctor.

I didn't ask for your explanation.

I asked,

did you, in your mind, have this case wrapped up?

Was it cut-and-dry in your mind?

Yes.

Then you indicated,

"We're gonna put serious charges on the girl."

Who were you referring to as "the girl"?

The defendant.

The way you were going to make it--

cut and dry, right?

Pretty simple! Just pin it on the girl!

Absolutely not.

Then what did you write?

"She's screwed."

"She's screwed."

You decided, individually, Trooper Proctor,

that you were not only going to put it on the girl,

you decided

you were going to make sure this case was cut and dried,

and the way you were going to do it

is to make sure she's "screwed".

I mean, that's what you were saying.

No. No, absolutely not.

You responded to a text message from your sister,

"Hopefully, she kills herself."

Correct?

It was a figure of speech.

You believed, Trooper Proctor,

that your life would be much easier

if Karen Read was just dead.

No. No, um... no.

Like I said, it was a figure of speech.

My emotions got the best of me, based on, you know,

the fact that Ms. Read hit Mr. O'Keefe with her vehicle

and left him to die on the side of the road.

So my emotions got the best of me

with that figure of speech.

Well, let's talk about that "figure of speech."

During the course of your investigation,

your figures of speech include the following...

"She's a bitch--"

...a "whack-job," a "retard."

"No ass."

"She's screwed"-- according to you--

and "Screw her."

Correct?

Correct.

Do you agree, Trooper Proctor,

that you have dehumanized Karen Read

during the course of your investigation,

with comments and words like this?

I would say that...

based off of that language...

um...

yes.

Because you were going to make sure

this case was cut and dry--

those were your words, right?

To pin it on "the girl."

Shame on you, sir.

Objection!

...uh, at the Waterfall,

it seemed like they were quite lovey-dovey.

At 12:37:08 a.m.,

the defendant calls John

and voicemail number one is left.

Miss Gillman, would you kindly play

the voicemail for 12:37:08?

You know what, John?

I goddamn hate you!

Do you hear me?

I goddamn hate you!

At 1:17:37 a.m., the defendant calls John.

This is when voicemail six is left, with voice.

John, do you hear me?

You are screwing another girl!

What, if anything, did your brother mention to you

as far as reasons for...

an argument or points of contention?

Uh, he didn't like it if, you know,

she spent a lot of money on the kids for gifts.

I know there were some arguments

about what she fed 'em--

whether it was Dunkin' Donuts, or what have you--

things along those lines.

And what, if any,

occasions, uh, as far as their arguments,

or anything like that,

did you observe, personally, yourself?

I witnessed, uh...

so, they-they had rented a house down in Cape Cod.

I witnessed, you know,

one intense fight between the two of 'em.

Tch. Uh...

it was a verbal argument.

You know-- typical couples fighting.

There was alcohol, uh, involved.

I recall her complaining

that he wasn't nice to her,

you know, something to that effect.

I was kind of the referee in that entire situation.

When you make reference to the alcohol involved--

was that one or both?

Uh, both.

So, both your brother and the defendant?

Correct.

Do you think it's standard practice

to borrow Solo cups from a neighbor

to gather evidence?

Of course not.

Nothing about this scene was standard.

So, after 8 a.m.,

the crime scene was completely open, unsecured,

available to anybody?

Correct.

Uh... so, your expert testimony

is that John O'Keefe

was hit by the SUV and flew 30 feet?

Would you define "flying"

as being literally in the air the whole time or--?

I-I don't know. You tell me. You're the expert.

Well, he was...

Wh-When we say "projected,"

we mean he gets projected,

and then they-they usually have a landing phase,

and then they land,

or they usually roll or tumble to final rest.

If struck by a vehicle going 24 miles per hour,

I'd expect to see fractures and deep contusions,

not just the abrasions found on the victim's arm.

Red plastic found in

the debris scraped from John O'Keefe's clothing

were a match

to the defendant's damaged tail-light.

The victim's injuries don't look remotely consistent

with being struck by a vehicle.

We are here for justice for John O'Keefe

and justice for Karen Read,

because there is no justice for John O'Keefe

without justice for Karen Read!

As the snow melted,

more and more pieces of tail-light

from the defendant's vehicle

were uncovered at the scene.

Sergeant, were you-- were you able to see the video okay?

Uh, based on the motion of the shot

with the snow falling,

it appears that there is movement,

but, uh, the video speaks for itself.

On the ground,

around the rear of Mr. O'Keefe's parked vehicle,

what, if any, red pieces or anything do you observe?

Uh, nothing was observed.

John never went in the house-- it's not a story...

it's a fact.

Uh, Mr. O'Keefe's Apple Health data indicated

he climbed up, or down,

three flights of stairs between 12:21 and 12:24.

I cross-referenced Mr. O'Keefe's phone

and his Apple Watch,

and the data indicate

he was still a half-a-mile away from 34 Fairview at 12:24.

As I left, I noticed something out of the ordinary,

like a black blob, on the ground by the flagpole.

It was pretty dark and snowy.

I was also intoxicated... drinking.

At 2:27 a.m.,

you made a Google search,

"How long to die in the cold?" Correct?

Except, you made a mistake and typed "H-O-S."

"Hos long to die in cold?"

I made that search,

but I made it in the morning after 6 a.m.,

at your client's request.

I opened up a search tab at that time, yes,

but I was looking at a basketball team

for my daughter.

I didn't make that search

until right after we found John.

Karen screamed at me to look it up,

and my hands were shaking.

Karen was saying, "Google hypothermia."

Our analysis showed

that Ms. McCabe's searches for "how long to die in the cold"

were, in fact, conducted at 6:23 and 6:24 a.m.

Ms. McCabe, the records show

you made that search at 2:27 a.m.

I made that search after 6 a.m.

at your client's request.

She kept saying, "I hit him.

I hit him. Oh, my God, I hit him."

"I hit him"?

No, I didn't hear that part.

So you're telling me you actually

heard what she said in a snowstorm?

I can tell you today with 100% clarity,

she said, "I hit him, I hit him, I hit him."

Mr. Loughran,

when you drove your snowplow past 34 Fairview that night,

how much of the front lawn area did your headlights illuminate?

The entire front lawn.

And, at that hour, at 2:45 in the morning--

did you see anything in that front-lawn area,

near the flagpole?

I saw nothing.

A body?

No.

No further questions.

Thanks for joining us.

I'm Chris Tanaka with a WBZ News update.

After weeks of testimony and dozens of witnesses,

closing arguments finally said today

in the Karen Read murder trial...

Free Karen Read! Free Karen Read!

Last day in court.

No more "What's next?"

"What witness is next?"

"What questions are you gonna be asking them?"

I'm glad that part's over with.

You're looking at the positive.

That's good.

Yeah.

I woke up this morning, it just--

it felt weird.

It felt weird not knowing where I'm gonna sleep tonight.

I could be all alone...

...in prison.

Just look the other way.

That's what they want.

That's what they're counting on.

But the uncanny fact

is that you have been lied to in this courtroom,

and your job

is to never, ever look the other way.

Your singular duty is to stare down the evidence,

and do it unflinchingly,

and do it unwaveringly.

You are the last line of defense

between Karen Read

and the tyranny of injustice.

How did we get here?

Hmm?

Well, first...

you build a tall, blue wall...

but, most importantly...

...you pick your patsy,

and you pin it on the girl.

The question is...

what will you do with this moment?

Ignore the-- the lies, and the manipulations,

and the misogyny and the bias, the lack of evidence?

Would you ever do that?

Could you ever do that?

Or will you say, with your verdict,

"I see the truth"?

Ladies and gentlemen,

Karen Read is innocent.

Do justice

and find her not guilty.

"I hit him...

I hit him,

I hit him."

Those were the words of the defendant.

"This is all my fault."

"I did this."

Those were the words

that came from the defendant's mouth

on January 29th

while John O'Keefe lay dying...

on the front lawn of 34 Fairview Road,

where the defendant had left him

after striking him with her vehicle

several hours before, and then left him there,

freezing, in a blizzard.

Moments later,

the defendant leaves that voicemail,

seething with rage.

Screaming, "John, I hate you!"

"John, I'm here with your kids. Nobody knows where you are."

Only somebody did know where Mr. O'Keefe was.

The defendant knew exactly where he was,

because she had driven him there.

She struck him there,

and she left him there to die.

In the morning,

she doesn't ask, "Is he okay?"

"Is he gonna be okay?"

"How is he?"

Any sort of questions about his medical condition.

Just, "Is he dead?"

Over and over and over again.

Facts are stubborn things,

and whatever may be our wishes,

our inclinations,

or the dictates of our passions...

they cannot alter

the state of the facts

and of the evidence,

and what the facts and the evidence

demonstrate here

is that the defendant

drove her car in reverse...

struck Mr. O'Keefe,

causing those catastrophic brain injuries,

leaving him incapacitated, and freezing to death.

You could really sense the anxiety

from Karen Read's supporters,

which is a different story from yesterday

and the day before,

when they were excited and confident.

Today, many of them told me they are nervous,

and expected a verdict by now.

I should've listened to you.

I shouldn't have gone out that night.

Why did I go out that night?

Look.

I know this has been hell,

but I can't tell you how proud I am of you.

There's so many women that identify with you,

because they know what it's like to be objectified,

dehumanized... victimized.

With you...

they see strength,

and the courage to fight back.

It's hard to describe,

if you're not standing right here at the courthouse--

as the jury goes into its fifth day of deliberation,

the feeling in the air is just different.

I'll take a mistrial, okay?

You can keep me in limbo for 10 years, just...

just, please...

oh, God, please let me go home tonight.

Karen... hey.

Just go back to the evidence.

Obviously, we--

...we were all hoping for a faster, quicker verdict,

but I can't imagine 12 jurors would ever say

you're guilty of anything.

I mean, what if they don't even let me hug my father

before they put me in handcuffs?

It's not gonna happen.

Karen...

it's amazing

that it took you until now to break down like that.

I mean, that just speaks to your incredible strength.

Verdict.

"Despite our rigorous efforts,

we continue to find ourselves at an impasse.

To continue to deliberate would be futile

and only serve to force us to compromise

these deeply-held beliefs."

I'm not going to do that to you, folks.

Your service here is complete.

I'm declaring a mistrial in this case.

Thank you so much for your service.

You're not done yet.

Mr. Lally! Will the Commonwealth retry the case?

This is what happens

when you bring false charges to an innocent person.

No matter how long it takes,

no matter how long they keep trying,

we will not stop fighting.

We have no quit.

You're attacking the family

of an innocent man who was killed!

What's the matter with you people?

Look at 'em--

it's like the Super Bowl, Mardi Gras,

and Days of Our Lives, all rolled into one.

You think these people care what the truth is?

They're just here to watch "The Karen Read Show."

A mistrial is not justice.

I don't think anybody thinks it is.

Yeah, well, it's better than going to jail, I guess.

Well, justice is what we need,

and justice is not

you walking out of that courtroom--

it's you not being charged anymore.

Yeah, well, I'd rather go to jail

before I plea out.

I will never give them that win.

Hey, Dad.

No, I didn't.

What's going on?

They're gonna retry it.

How can the defense lie like that?

No way she did it!

The more evidence I see, the less I believe.

Closing arguments today

at the retrial of the Karen Read murder case.

It's been a year since her first trial.

Do you think she'll get an acquittal this go 'round?

No doubt in my mind. Karen Read is innocent!

There was no collision.

There was no collision.

There was... no... collision.

Stare down injustice.

You are the last line of defense

between an innocent woman

and a system that tried mightily

to bury the truth.

The Commonwealth has to prove every charge

beyond a reasonable doubt--

to an unshakable moral certainty!

No officer ever heard Karen Read say,

"I hit him."

It's not in a single police report! Nowhere!

The fact is, there was no collision.

A car didn't kill John O'Keefe,

and Karen Read is an innocent woman.

Find Karen Read not guilty...

not guilty...

not guilty.

Karen Read was drunk.

She hit him,

and she left him to die.

John didn't go into any house.

He couldn't.

His phone never moved again.

She leaves him a voicemail-- "Nobody knows where you are."

Panic.

Drunken denial is setting in.

They were fighting.

She got drunk,

she hit him,

she left him to die--

simple as that.

John O'Keefe was murdered by Karen Read.

On day four of jury deliberations

in the retrial of Karen Read,

the mood here is of increasing concern

that this trial may end up just like the last one--

with a mistrial.

Hello?

All right, I appreciate you all getting back here.

Uh, during the luncheon break,

I received word

that the jury knocked on the door,

indicating that they had a verdict,

but shortly thereafter, they knocked again...

and said that they do not have a verdict.

So, I would ask everyone remain in the building

until the end of the day.

Ahem.

We're close.

It's coming.

Mr. Foreman, members of the jury,

have you agreed upon a verdict?

Yes.

Mr. Foreman,

in the matter of Murder in the Second Degree,

what say you?

Not guilty.

Manslaughter

while operating under the influence--

what say you?

Not guilty.

Operating under the influence of liquor

by operating a motor vehicle--

so say you, Mr. Foreman?

Guilty.

Leaving the scene

after an accident resulting in death--

not guilty, or guilty?

Not guilty.

Honestly, it was the most emotional experience

I've ever been part of.

Uh, I feel I would be disrespecting

everything our Founding Fathers risked their lives for,

if I wasn't out there fighting for Karen.

In a statement,

John O'Keefe's family called the verdict

a "devastating miscarriage of justice".

You know, I've been preparing for this for a long time--

both the worst and the best, and I'm-I'm...

I'm so happy that it turned out for the best.

I just want to say two things.

Number one, is I couldn't be standing here today

if it wasn't for these amazing supporters,

who've supported me, and my team,

financially,

and more importantly, emotionally,

for almost four years.

And the second thing I want to say

is that no one has fought harder for justice

for John O'Keefe

than I have-- than I have, and my team.

Thank you. Thank you.

I remember everything.

I said,

"Could I have hit him?"

"Did I hit him?"