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(eerie music)

(muffled shouting)

(hubbub)

- What would you tell your son if he was still alive?

- What would you tell your son if he was still alive?

(indistinct chatter)

(camera shutter clicking)

- Murderer! (gunshots)

(screaming)

- It's just a paintball.

It's just a paintball.

(breathing heavily)

Tell the judge my client needs 15 minutes to clean up.

- Murderer!

(sobbing)

- Now, I was concerned that the tumour

crossed over to the left side of your brain.

The good news is it's an edema:

a swelling of the tissue. It's not cancer cells.

So we should be able to remove the tumour with clear margins.

- All of it?

- All of it. - Thank God.

- You're gonna do great, Myranda.

You have an amazing daughter.

(phone vibrating)

That's my wife. Excuse me.

- Thank you, doctor.

- Hey, Lynn, I'm with a patient, so...

- I'm on my way to see the principal at Devin's school.

Could you meet me there as soon as possible?

- Okay. I'll be there in about 15 minutes.

(soft music)

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Where's your mother?

(door closing)

- Thank God you're here.

- Are you okay? - No, I'm not okay.

I'm the opposite of okay.

It's Sabrina Kavanaugh, the girl who's been bullying Devin.

- Mrs. Harmon, this isn't about assigning blame.

- Well, maybe it should be.

I called you about this two weeks ago.

Have you even asked Devin about how she and her friends have been provoking him?

Did you see what they did to his locker?

- Whatever may have triggered Devin,

he threatened another student's life.

This was posted on three social media platforms.

Sabrina's family hired a private security firm

that traced it to Devin's IP address.

- This is... This is a lot to take in.

I'm not quite sure how to react to this.

- It would help our assessment if you can tell us

about any disturbing behaviour you may...

- Assessment?

I'm sorry, what kind of assessment?

- This isn't the first time Devin's behaviour has raised a flag.

- So you're... expelling him.

Right? I mean, that's where this is going, isn't it?

- Mrs. Harmon... - We'll save you the trouble.

- Lynn. - No. We're gonna pull Devin

out of school. - Lynn...

We can at least hear them out.

- Are you coming?

That is such great news, Meghan.

- I'm glad. - Yeah. No, that school just

wasn't the right fit for him. - Right.

- And I can't tell you how much we all appreciate this.

- Well, we're looking forward to it.

- Okay, great. We'll see you Wednesday.

- Alright then. - Thank you.

Well, Bellevista Academy can take Devin

as a mid-semester transfer.

Hey, Devin, how does that sound?

Dev, did you hear me?

- Yeah. We're in the same car.

It's sort of impossible not to.

- You have an interview on Wednesday,

but it's just a formality.

- Am I the only one who thinks

we need to talk about what happened?

What you were thinking when you threatened that girl?

- What was I thinking? - Yes!

- I guess I was thinking she's a stuck-up bitch

who deserves whatever happens to her.

(banging) (gasps)

(barking)

- Oh! Oh! I am so sorry, so sorry.

Okay! Okay! Come on, let's go. (barking continues)

Bandit, Bandit!

The gate was opened. Oh... I'm so sorry. So sorry.

- Devin!

Devin! (car door closing)

- Just give him some space. Okay?

(car door opening and closing)

Devin, roll the ball back to Mommy.

Roll the ball to me

and I promise I'll roll it right back to you.

Roll the ball. - How come Devin never listens?

- Well, he just, you know, likes to take his time. That's all.

- Or maybe he's broken.

- Alex, don't say that.

Don't you ever say that again.

Come on, just roll it to Mommy.

Scott, are you filming? Shut the thing off! Okay?

Is this your pirate ship?

- You can't come in.

- Oh! Is this where you hide your booty?

- It's where I keep my prisoners.

- Can I see?

Just one peek. Hey, ow!

Devin, that hurts.

- It's my prisoner. - Hey!

Let me see. Oh!

Oh, honey, you can't keep animals like this.

- It can't leave, it's my prisoner.

- But...

Devin... (children screaming)

Stop! (screaming)

Stop! Devin... (indistinct chatter)

- It can't leave. It's my prisoner.

- Maybe he's broken.

- Oh. I'm just reading up on Bellevista.

Student faculty ratio, course selection... It's incredible.

We should have moved Devin a year ago.

- Switching schools isn't gonna fix this, Lynn.

He's getting worse, not better.

- Maybe we could send him back to Dr. Liu.

You know, he's older now, he might be more responsive.

- No.

He's already burned through three psychiatrists

in two years. He's made it very clear he's not going back.

But it's more than that.

What happened today has been happening since he was born.

You know how Alex would always be so upset

if someone was hurt or sad?

Devin's never had that kind of empathy.

But it's more than that.

- Maybe the problem is you keep comparing them.

- No. - No, no. Devin senses that.

You know, the way you're always measuring him up

against his older brother. It's not fair.

- I think he's dangerous, Lynn.

- You need to get some sleep.

You've got surgery in the morning.

- Lynn.

Lynn, I'm worried. I'm really worried.

- What, you think I'm not? I'm his mother.

- He spends every day and every night in that room of his

doing God knows what. He's got no friends.

I never know what's on his mind.

I don't know what he's thinking or feeling.

- Maybe you should talk to him.

Okay? Maybe if you spent a little more time with him

and less with your patients...

- Oh, please, don't make this about me.

- But every time you decide to pay attention to him,

you start to catastrophize. - Every time you make excuses

and point fingers at everyone else.

- Because I'm the one he comes to when he's crying

when he's terrified of these cruel kids!

(muffled arguing)

(sighing)

(panting)

- Judge is ready.

- You okay?

(breathing heavily)

- All rise. Court is now in session.

- Please.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

This preliminary hearing is being convened

at the request of the District Attorney's Office.

From the evidence presented here today,

I will determine whether or not to compel the defendant,

Dr. Scott Harmon, to stand trial in criminal court.

Are both sides ready?

- Ready for the People, Your Honour.

- Ready for the defense, Your Honour.

- Prosecution may call its first witness.

- Just ignore them. Don't give them the satisfaction.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(clears throat)

- Oh, hey.

You're up early.

- Technically, I haven't gone to bed.

Sounded like you and Mom had a rough night.

- Well, we were just working through some stuff.

- How'd that go for you?

(coffee machine whirring)

- Your brother's coming home on Friday.

Maybe the two of you can get together,

talk about what's been going on.

- So we can... work things through?

Like you and Mom.

(barking)

- Bandit!

Come! - Geez.

Someone should put that dog down.

(barking continues) (woman): Bandit, let's go.

- I need a better view, Nadine. Thank you.

- We're lucky we caught this thing when we did.

If we had waited for symptoms, it would've crossed the midline.

- We're getting bleeding in the field.

Isolate the source.

I think Nadine tore a branch of the ACA.

- I'll take a look.

- I'm sorry, you asked me to widen the field...

- Step out of the way and let Dr. Becker step in

so I can see what I'm doing, please.

- We're good.

It's all good, it's good.

It's not the ACA, it's the tumour.

Ah, we're all good, Nadine.

(sighing)

You wanna tell me what that was all about?

It's the first time in 27 years

I've seen you snap at someone in the OR.

- I'll speak to her.

- You sure there's nothing else?

Because that didn't come out of the blue.

- I had a rough night.

- Devin?

What happened this time?

- Honestly, I'm a little talked out.

I'll speak to Nadine.

- Scott... - I'm okay.

- Tell me, Dr. Becker...

Do you consider Dr. Harmon a close friend?

- Yes, he's one of my closest.

- Describe your professional relationship.

- Dr. Harmon is one of the most gifted neurosurgeons

I've had the privilege to work with.

- Did Dr. Harmon

ever mention the prospect of Devin's death?

- What Dr. Harmon and I shared was private and speculative.

- It's a simple question.

Did Dr. Harmon ever discuss the prospect of his son's death?

Let me remind you, you're under oath.

(music playing)

(phone ringing)

- Hey! Great timing, Al.

- Hey, Dad! I just heard back from the Fulbright people.

- And?

- I got it. - The scholarship?

- Don't sound so surprised. - I'm not, I'm just...

I'm just so proud of you, Alex.

Except I hate the idea of you living for a year

in a country I can't point out on a map.

(clanking) - I'll give you a clue.

It's in Africa, between Burkina Faso and Mauritania.

Dad?

Dad?

- Oh, say that again?

- How about I just show you this weekend when I'm home. Alright?

I'll get in at 3:15, but you don't have to pick me up.

- Of course I'm gonna pick you up.

I've gotta run, a patient wants to speak to me.

I'll see you on Friday. - Okay. Bye, Dad.

(gunfire)

- So how close are we on the money?

- I got 3000.

- We're short seven. (sighing)

- I can do the math, moron, I'll get the money.

(knocking)

(sighing)

- I gotta go.

- I knocked. Who were you talking to?

- A friend.

- Your friend have a name? - Jax.

- Where's Jax from? - The internet.

- Oh. I heard you two talking about money.

- Yeah. It's an investment.

- Crypto or...

- Since when do you care who my friends are

or what I do with them?

- I'm your father, of course I care.

(scoffs)

Look, if you don't want to talk to me, that's fine,

but we have to find you someone you can speak to.

- About what?

- Well, this, for starters.

Was this you?

(laughing)

It's a simple question, Dev.

- What are you asking me exactly?

If I fed that dog a wad of ground beef

laced with rat poison before I bashed its skull in with a hammer?

- Did you?

- If I did, you should be thanking me for the peace and quiet.

No more yap, yap, yap.

- We're not done here. Hey!

(sighing)

(door opening) - Devin just ran out of the house.

He said you accused him of killing the neighbour's dog.

My God, Scott, he's not the one who needs help here. You are!

- Read this.

- This is uh...

the girl from Devin's school, Sabrina Kavanaugh.

- Yeah.

(Devin): No one listens to anyone.

They just want to hear their own stupid copycat voices

copying each other on an endless loop, 24-7.

I'm special because I know who I am

and I know what I want.

Not like all the Stacys and the Chads

who walk around like insects,

clueless that my boot is right over their heads

ready to come down whenever I choose.

I remember everyone who's ever tried to hurt me.

Especially you, Sabrina.

You think I didn't see you laughing at me?

Well, let's see if you're laughing when I wipe you

and your bitches' coven off the face of planet Earth.

Because Zero Hour is almost here.

And I will take the respect I deserve.

(honking)

(tires screeching)

(stuttering)

- I can't stop shaking right now.

- It's okay.

It's okay. I'm here.

It's okay. - Oh God.

Scott, I'm so sorry. - No, no, no.

- I'm so sorry. - Shh.

(crying)

(chuckling) Well, that's a new one.

Drinking while dialyzing. (laughing)

Or is it dialyzing while drinking?

Either way, I doubt your nephrologist would approve.

- I've got stage four renal failure, so I ask myself:

What the hell do I have to lose?

(chuckling)

If I'd known you were coming,

I'd have brought another glass.

- I just wanted to let you know that Nadine accepted my apology,

so we're all good.

- Oh. I have a funny feeling

you didn't come here just to talk about Nadine.

- I don't want to burden you.

- I assume we're talking about Devin.

(sighing)

(sighing)

- He's getting ready, Mitch. To do something bad.

- What do you mean, "something bad"?

- I found a journal that he keeps hidden in his room.

Before I put it back, I took these.

I don't know what to do.

I can't tell him that I searched his room,

it'll destroy what little trust we have between us.

And he refuses to see a therapist.

- Where's Lynn in all this?

- We're on the same page. Finally.

Not that either of us have a clue how to handle this.

- What about the police?

This is enough to get an involuntary hold.

- 72 hours max.

And that's only if Devin submits to a psychological evaluation,

which he will not do.

- Look, there's gotta be something they can do.

- Like what?

They can't arrest him for a crime he hasn't committed.

The idea of Devin hurting himself is horrifying enough.

But what if he hurts someone else?

What if he does what I'm afraid of?

What...

My gut tells me that he will do.

Sometimes...

And this is gonna sound awful...

Sometimes...

I imagine that I get this phone call

that Devin's been killed in a car accident.

And I keep waiting for this primal grief to hit me.

But instead,

I just have this overwhelming relief.

- Dr. Becker, as neurosurgeons,

you're used to making hard decisions.

Choosing the lesser of two bad choices.

- This is true.

- Can you give me an example?

- To remove a tumour, we have to take into consideration

the patient's life being compromised

by paralysis or some other cognitive deficit.

- Over the years you've known each other,

has Dr. Harmon shared Devin's problems with you?

- He's my friend.

- Did Dr. Harmon share his fear that Devin was planning

to commit mass murder?

- No. Not explicitly. - But essentially.

- Yes.

- Did he also share what happened when

he took his concerns to the police?

- He was frustrated that they wouldn't do anything about it.

- So Dr. Harmon was...

convinced that he needed to do something himself.

Before Devin could execute his plan.

Earlier, you described the "cold calculus"

of your profession, of having to make the lesser of two bad choices,

so let me ask you...

Did Dr. Harmon ever share the cold calculus

of killing his own son before his son could kill anyone else?

(suspenseful music)

Specifically,

did Dr. Harmon share his plan to take his son

to Deep Gorge to murder him?

(dramatic music)

(door opening)

(door closing)

- Hey, Dev.

Been waiting for you.

Where have you been?

- Looking for stray dogs.

- I'm sorry, Devin.

That was an awful thing for me to say and I'm sorry.

- Whatever. - Listen...

I've been waiting here to talk to you for an hour

before your mother comes home, just us.

- What, do you wanna talk heart to heart?

Man to man? Father to son?

- Just give me a minute of your attention. That's all.

Just one minute.

Look...

Whatever trouble you've had over the years...

I haven't helped.

We can't start over, I get that.

But maybe we can try to deal with each other differently.

I was hoping that maybe we could start

by spending more time alone together.

You know, not with a therapist in a therapist's office, or...

Somewhere away from here.

Do you remember the State Park

that I once took you and Alex camping in?

We went hiking up to Deep Gorge.

Do you remember that?

- No.

- Well, it's a beautiful place.

I think you'd really like it.

- That's pretty challenging,

especially considering the weather this time of year.

- We have all this winter gear that we've barely used.

- I still can't believe Devin actually agreed to go with you.

- Well, he didn't exactly jump up and down.

- Yeah, but he said yes.

- Well, I gave him an incentive.

Before we had our blowout, I overheard him

talking to one of his friends about this investment

that they need some money for. - So you bribed him.

Not that that matters.

The fact that you got through to him at all, Scott...

Thank you.

For not giving up on him.

Be careful out there.

(soft music)

(eerie music)

(birdsong)

- It's getting cold.

I'm freezing.

How much longer?

- We're still a couple of hours away from the Gorge.

I remember the last time we were here, I promised you

if you got tired I'd carry you the rest of the way.

I guess the expiration date on that promise has passed, eh?

- Can't we just camp here and hike the rest of the way in the morning?

- Yeah, there's a spot we can camp up ahead.

(grunts)

(bird squawking)

(suspenseful music)

(grunting)

(breathing heavily)

- Try this.

- Thanks.

(clanking) (grunting)

(crickets chirping)

We should get some sleep.

- What about the money?

The investment with my friend? You said we could go over it.

- It's getting late, we can talk about it tomorrow.

- It's like, not even nine.

- We've had a long day.

(fire crackling)

- Why are you trying to force me to sleep?

You go to sleep.

Whatever.

(zipper opening)

(birds chirping)

(moaning)

Is it time?

- Yeah. It's time.

(groaning)

- I... I just realized something.

- What?

- Alex was supposed to come home today.

- I told him to come next week.

Right now, you're the priority.

(birds squawking)

(phone vibrating)

- Emergency?

- Nothing that can't wait.

(eerie music)

- Now I remember this place.

I remember wondering what it would be like to push Alex over the side.

(eerie music)

(wind blowing)

(suspenseful music)

- What are you doing?

- Shouldn't I be the one asking you?

- Devin...

- I know you found my book.

You read what I wrote.

Did you ever think that maybe I wanted you to read it?

- Why?

- So you'd know how angry I was.

(gasps)

How angry I am.

And don't say I should have talked to you about it,

because that's never worked for either of us, has it?

- What should we do?

- All I know is that I don't want to feel like this anymore.

(sighing)

(soft music)

(sighing)

Look, there is no investment. I just...

made that up because I...

knew you wouldn't understand the real reason.

- Try me.

- That stupid school that Mom wants me to go to,

I can't go there. I can't.

- I was talking to my friend Jax about the situation and he...

He said I could go with him on this trip that he's got planned.

- What trip? - Iceland.

For two months.

He's got the whole thing figured out.

Where we'll go, how much it'll cost.

It's all right here.

That's why I wanted to talk to you about it yesterday.

I was thinking that maybe if I go with him,

when I come back,

I could see somebody. That's what the money's for.

A way to maybe stop feeling so mad all the time.

- Hey! Welcome home!

Uh... So, how was it?

- It was good. It was really good.

- Oh. - Should I help you unpack?

- No, you go inside.

You're tired. - I'm okay.

- The ground was hard, it was cold,

you need some real sleep. Go on.

- You sure? - Yeah.

- Thanks, Dad.

Goodnight, Mom. - Oh yeah.

Goodnight.

Is that our son?

- I know, right?

(chuckling) - Oh...

- What? What's wrong?

- I tried calling to tell you.

(sighing) Our neighbour found her dog.

Devin didn't do anything.

And it kills me to think that we let ourselves believe that he did.

You know?

(soft music)

Okay, tell me everything.

- Well, we got to talking.

He's... he's open to getting help.

- Oh, that's incredible.

Go back, I need details.

- Let me unpack first and I'll tell you everything inside.

Okay.

(crying)

- No reasonable person can deny that Dr. Harmon's

was a difficult situation.

An impossible situation.

But we're not here today to second-guess what he didn't do, or should have done.

We're here because of what he actually did.

So I'd like to call my next witness to the stand.

Please state your name for the court.

- Jasper Sind.

- Is that what Devin called you?

- No. He knew me by my gaming handle.

Jax.

- Sir? - Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you.

- Hey. I've been looking for you.

Myranda Chang is coming in at noon for a follow-up CT,

I figured you'd want to debrief the parents.

- Sure. When it's good news, it's good to be the messenger.

- You know, I barely saw you this week.

You're not avoiding me, are you?

- Actually, everything's good.

- Really?

- Things are okay.

- Hey, I'm glad.

- Come on, I'll tell you about...

- Let me grab a coffee, I'll be right over.

(sighing)

- We just want him to care about something,

do something productive.

- Who's this friend?

- He met him through his online video gaming.

- Oh...

- Baby steps, right?

Before last week, I didn't know he had a friend.

It's not like I just wrote him a blank cheque and that's that.

I mean, he promised to see a therapist when he gets back.

He's interviewing a bunch of them before he... leaves.

(television): We do have reports that the shooter

has barricaded himself inside one of the classrooms.

This is a live situation.

We will keep bringing you updates as they come in.

(breathing heavily)

(sirens wailing)

- Parent or guardian, park over there and check in.

Otherwise, you need to turn around. - I'm Scott Harmon.

- Park here and come with me.

(suspenseful music)

(helicopter whirring)

(siren wailing)

(muffled screaming)

This way, sir.

- Dr. Harmon, this is Captain Kramer,

the chief hostage negotiator.

- Your son's barricaded himself in a classroom

with eight hostages.

He wants to talk to you.

Just listen and let him talk.

- Devin.

(crying)

- Hey, Dad.

- Devin, let them go.

(sighing) - You're not my father anymore.

Not that you ever were.

You really believed that I bought into all that crap

up at Deep Gorge?

About wanting to help me through my anger?

(whimpering)

You brought me up there to kill me.

And don't deny it,

we both know that it's true.

The one thing that I don't understand is...

why you didn't go through with it.

- You're my son.

- I guess you should've done it when you had the chance because...

I couldn't have done it without you.

(gunshots)

- If Dr. Harmon hadn't given Devin $10,000,

would you and he have been able to carry out the shooting?

- Not a chance.

- Tell us what you bought with the money Dr. Harmon sent you.

- Two AR-15s.

Three M&P 9 mm 2.0.

Two Kevlar vests.

Smoke bombs, 5-inch fixed blade hunting knife.

Ten boxes of the 5.56 mil spec cartridges.

- Did Dr. Harmon ever contact you before he sent the money?

- Never.

- Why do you suppose he'd let his son go to Iceland

with someone he'd never even spoken to?

(chuckling) - Yeah, see, that's...

that's the thing. Devin...

Devin never thought that his father actually believed his story.

He told me that his father hated him

and that he'd pay pretty much anything to make him disappear.

(gasps)

- That's all, Mr. Sind. Thank you.

Your Honour,

Scott Harmon knew his son was planning to commit mass murder.

He had read all about it.

Did Dr. Harmon stop his son? Get him help?

Intervene? No.

He wrote a cheque.

Essentially arming his son with the weapons he used to murder seven students,

grievously wound a dozen others

and permanently traumatize an entire community.

Other peoples' children are dead

because of Scott Harmon's complicity.

Now, Dr. Harmon may claim wishful thinking.

He may claim denial.

But he knew what his son was planning.

He was certain enough to plan killing Devin himself.

But when he lost his nerve and couldn't go through with it,

Dr. Harmon paid off his son,

knowing full well what he would do with that money.

If that isn't complicity, I don't know what is.

(crying)

- The District Attorney has made a compelling argument.

In the end, however,

her interpretation of the law is an overreach.

Rather than simply having some speculative knowledge,

the defendant needs to have taken a more direct role,

either by encouraging or planning

or in some way assisting the crime with specific intent.

Dr. Harmon's behaviour may have been negligent,

but it wasn't criminal.

Prosecution's argument doesn't rise to legal standard

of his having been accessory to a felony before the fact.

The defendant, therefore, is remanded into his own custody.

(gavel banging)

- Congratulations, Scott.

(indistinct chatter)

(sighing)

- Al...

- Is it true?

Did you take Devin upstate...

to kill him?

I wish you'd done it.

(♪♪)

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