Trial & Error

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So it all comes down to this.

I've given everything I have to his case.

How do I feel?

I'm literally sick right now.

11 minutes of deliberation.

It takes eight minutes to get to the jury room,

and that's if you run,

and at least four minutes to pick a foreman.

But then again, who knows?

I mean, East Peck is actually west of North Peck,

so anything's possible in this town.

Carol Anne: I feel relaxed.

I did everything in my power to convict Larry Henderson.

Now it's in God's hands.

And if the good Lord wants to use me

as the instrument to kill him,

I will humbly submit to His plans.

And if Jesus is unsure,

he should just ask himself, "What would Carol Anne do?"

All rise!

Be seated.

I understand the jury has reached a verdict.

We finally did, Your Honor.

I think this is your lunch order.

Oh. Flip it over.

I thought "barbecue" was a little flippant.

Judge Horsedich: Will the defendant please stand?

Remember, even if the verdict doesn't go our way,

we still have the appeals process.

Josh, I'm completely at peace with whatever happens.

On the charge of murder in the first degree...

Darn it, I do not have my reading glasses.

Oh, here. I-I'll do it. I'll do it.

Okay, here we go.

"We, the jury, find the defendant, Larry Henderson..."

... "guilty as charged."

[Camera shutters clicking, spectators murmuring]

See ya!

Man: He's making a run for it!

Unbelievable. Now I'm a flight risk.

In all fairness, you ran out of court

and were on your way to the airport.

Hey, Dad.

You're gonna be okay.

Oh, my God, Josh, what the hell do we do?

First of all, take off your sunglasses.

- They're disrespectful to the court. - Okay.

Oh, my God. Put your sunglasses back on.

- Okay. - Let's not panic. It's not over.

Just don't think about the guy in the black hood

that came in the back door.

- Wh... - Or the bear that came in with him.

I'll be right back.

You come over to congratulate me?

Why? You're not pregnant, are you?

Seriously, are you?

Relax. I don't have a bagel in the oven.

Offensive, but reassuring.

I know how badly you want a death sentence,

but I also know that you are a kind person... deep down.

Please, show some mercy.

Bailiff: All rise!

- You're gonna be okay. - You're gonna be okay.

Judge Horsedich: Be seated.

Mr. Henderson, before you are sentenced,

would you like to address the jury?

Yes.

To the men and women of the jury,

I know you had a tough decision to make,

so in considering the sentence,

I beg you to keep in mind, if you execute me...

...I will haunt each and every one of you

for all the days of your life!

You will hear me rollerskating in your attic!

Pennies will float across the room!

Try lighting a match. See how that goes.

Spoiler alert...

If that is all, I will now instruct the jury on sentencing.

Your Honor...

...the people would like to amend its recommendation

from death to life in prison without parole.

- Wait, what? - Seriously?

You've been trying to kill this man for six months.

Maybe I was bluffing.

Man: Dang! No execution today?

Woman: I can't believe it!

Mr. Henderson, you are sentenced to life without parole

at the maximum-security facility on Peck Island.

Wait, an island?!

Josh, get me sunscreen!

- - Larry: I don't wanna go!

Summer, my little girl,

if you ever get married,

promise me you'll do it in this prison.

Oh, my God, Josh, my dad's in jail.

- Summer. - And I'm gonna have

the worst wedding ever!

Summer, I know this is hard,

but we have to be strong... for Larry.

Josh, I want to give you this.

Something to remember me by,

in case we never see each other again.

Goodbye!

It's his skate wrench.

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Josh: Yup, I'm back in New York.

I've got my old job, my old office.

and yet, I can't stop thinking about the case.

There's got to be a reason

that Carol Anne didn't go for the death penalty.

She must know something.

I have to figure out what that is and quickly

because, frankly...

I'm worried about Larry.

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I've been going over these crime-scene photos

like 1,000 times.

Look what I just found this morning.

This was taken at 10:00 a.m. in Larry's garage

the day after the murder.

This was taken an hour later.

Rake. No rake.

Rake.

No rake!

That got me thinking about

the unexplained scratches on Margaret's head.

You know, maybe this is the missing murder weapon.

Maybe this is the smoking rake.

Harawitz: Seags! Hey!

Me, Gouldy, Cream Cheese, the Douche,

going to Brooklyn to get weird. You want in?

Oh, so bad, but, like,

I got some stuff I'm wrapping up here that...

You still working on the Henderson case?

No.

Dude... you're obsessed, dude.

I'm not obsessed, dude.

I'm not obsessed, dude!

Murder board. Murder board.

Larry: What do I miss the most?

Summer, Josh, and my routine,

but they're having gang tryouts this weekend.

Hopefully, it's a Jets-Sharks type of thing.

Also, I put on five pounds of muscle,

and ironically, learned how to kill someone.

Summer: Yeah, I stayed in East Peck to be closer to my dad.

He made me promise to try to sell the house, but...

I don't know.

I keep holding out hope he's coming home somehow.

So...

I hired a broker that makes a sale a little less likely.

I got my real-estate license!

It's not nearly as fun as I had

losing a murder case with my best friends,

but I don't have a ton of options.

I'm dyslexic, and I can't recognize faces.

Bright side,

I get to be at Larry's house in case any clues come up.

Plus, I got my face on a bench.

What has two thumbs and is back on the EPPD?

I am!

Reinstated, on probation.

Like middle school all over again.

The good news is, since I'm not "field ready,"

I can, uh, tool around the station

looking for any missing clues in the Henderson case.

Uh...

Case closed.

Josh!

Hey, listen, I need another favor.

Nope. There's no rake here.

Can I interest you in shards of glass,

Larry's phone,

a baggie of long, gray hair?

Hold on.

I-I don't remember any gray hair being submitted as evidence.

Says it was found in the kitchen area,

evidence number 85.

I would've remembered that.

Oh, my God! You are not gonna believe this.