Presumed Innocent

My name is Rusty Sabich, and I am the prosecutor in this trial.

Sitting over there is the accused, James McDavid, and I can tell you

that he sits there not guilty

because that is what our constitution demands.

Now, I will present evidence to show you that the accused committed this crime.

And should you find that to be likely...

likely... you got to vote not guilty.

Should you find that to be very likely, you have to set him free.

My job is to prove guilt beyond a reasonable doubt...

and being on a jury, that is a high calling.

And being entrusted with the prosecution, satisfying the burden of proof,

that is also a high calling.

I will live up to my duty, and I ask that you rise up to yours.

Let's do our jobs, shall we?

That's way high.

Way high. Come on.

Give me some more. Just focus. Take a breath.

Hey, just take a breath.

You're rushing it all. Just breathe.

How's it going out there?

Nice.

I heard something about runners on second and third.

Not the testicles!

Nasty!

Hey, guys, I thought we said no curve balls.

Let the boy pitch, hon. Just let the boy pitch.

- Dad. - Yeah?

It's Raymond.

You threw a couple great ones today.

There must be some new poll out or something.

You have got to be kidding me.

Daddy suggested it.

Hey.

When?

Yeah. I'll be right there.

Barbara, can I talk to you for a second?

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah?

Carolyn Polhemus was murdered.

When?

I don't know. I have to... I'm gonna... I have to go. I'll be back.

You don't wanna go in there. It's bad.

All right. Make sure you glove up.

I should take the case,

'cause something of this stature should be either Rusty or me,

- and Rusty's too close. - No, I need to be in charge.

And why is that, exactly?

Well, first of all, because Raymond asked me to be,

and he still is the district attorney, Nico, however much you want that title.

And second, I'm better than Tommy, so...

Okay, look. For the record, until I win the election...

and I'm going to win... I will remain your loyal and trusted servant.

It's Rusty's case, all right?

Tommy, you cannot see straight on things. Admit it.

Your view is likely obstructed by Nico's sphincter.

- You dismiss me at your peril. - Fuck off.

I just want the best lawyer for the job, and it's Rusty.

Eugenia, can you please ask Rigo to meet me in my office?

Okay, yeah.

Oh, fuck.

I know.

I know.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Rigo, what do you got?

PD's on forensics,

night of timeline, last known contacts.

Where are we starting?

Recent releases. TCS parolees.

Jesus.

- You think it was revenge? - I don't know. Who knows?

I don't know.

When the labs come in,

can you just make sure that they come only to me?

To me only. Not to Molto or Delay.

Yeah, you got it.

One of Raymond Horgan's top lieutenants,

a tough prosecutor with political aspirations of her own,

Miss Polhemus was reportedly bludgeoned to death in her home,

her housekeeper discovering her body shortly after ten o'clock this morning.

And it's been a rough day on Wall Street with prices on the Dow...

Our hearts go out to Carolyn and her loving family.

We're all quite rightly stunned and rattled

by such a grotesque and heartless act of violence.

And to the public at large, we hear your anguish and your fear

because we feel it too.

It is difficult for the citizenry to feel safe

when we can't even protect our own prosecutors.

- Wow. Such a dick. - We have to do better.

We must do better, frankly.

- He's not wasting any time, is he? - No.

We owe that, not only to Carolyn Polhemus,

but to her friends and family that will never see her a...

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, Rusty.

I will try and be here for you...

But I can't do the memorial.

I understand.

Thanks for coming today.

Thanks for...

Thank you.

How are we doing?

Same as you, I guess.

You know anything more?

No, not much, but I got Rigo on it.

You know, the clock is ticking on this,

and my expiration date is in the crosshairs.

Oh, well, don't worry. We're gonna find out who did this.

Who's our ME?

Painless.

- Kumagai. Jesus fucking Christ. - Raymond.

Rusty.

- Delay. - I don't like being called that.

Just a joke.

This press conference, Nico.

Please, can we not do this right here?

Fuck off. Teeing up Carolyn's murder for political gain.

Hey. Raymond, let's not do this right now.

- Fuck you too, Tommy. - This is beneath us.

- Just shut the fuck up. - This is beneath us.

Nothing's beneath me. I once fucked an ottoman.

The Lord is nigh unto them that are of broken heart,

who are pressed and bored down with afflictions,

by the sorrow of heart under which their spirits are broken

or with a sense of sin and sorrow for it

by which their hearts smite them...

- Her ex. - And they are wounded by it...

- You ever meet him? - No.

- And broken with it. - Fucking weirdo.

These are just words.

He has an alibi.

- Carolyn Polhemus was flesh and blood... - Who's the kid next to him?

- Beloved daughter... - Her son.

Mother, public servant.

You didn't know?

Words cannot convey the loss

or ease our grief.

We tell ourselves we keep her in our hearts and our minds.

- Sorry, Raymond, I'm just gonna... - Yeah.

Ash would not be just ash.

Her dust will not be just dust.

Her memory will fill us.

It just seems strange that she would never mention that she had a kid.

And the ex has custody?

I'm assuming he does. Yeah.

Listen, please tell me that we have some kind of a lead on this,

and that we are not absolutely out to fucking sea.

I have an idea.

- Okay. - Bunny Davis.

Reynolds? We convicted that guy.

Yeah, but Carolyn and I worked that case together.

So you're saying that we put an innocent man behind bars

only to have the real killer kill one of our prosecutors?

Great. That'll get me fucking reelected.

The two of them were tied up in exactly the same way.

Do you really think there's a connection?

You asked if we were out at sea.

Dad?

How come you're home?

I was at Carolyn's memorial.

You wanna try some?

Come on. Let's see the curveball. Come on.

Show me the curveball.

Again. Let's see it again.

Blunt force trauma to the head. That's the official cause of death.

Read the report. I sent it over.

I did. There's no chemistry, pathology, toxicology. Wasn't very thorough.

Wow. Go fuck yourself.

I am a medical doctor,

and you will give me your respect while you're in this room.

No wounds that would imply that she was stabbed.

- No, she wasn't stabbed. - And no signs of sexual assault.

No, and you'd know that if you'd read the report all the way through.

I swear to God, you fucking people.

Excuse me?

I said "you," and I said "fucking," and I said "people."

I need to go finish my lunch, so...

It was great seeing ya, Sabich. Enjoy the sights.

Liam Reynolds has been watching Bunny Davis.

He knows that a $12 baggie of heroin can get him anything he wants,

so he tricks her into his motel room.

And over the course of that week, he keeps her high.

So high that he has to give her Narcan on three different occasions

to revive her.

Bunny Davis dies three times while she's with Reynolds.

And he revives her three times.

She's too drugged to resist, but not so drugged she can't feel it.

And when he runs out of drugs

and can no longer sedate her, he hog-ties her for three days.

Three days with a rope around your neck, pulling you, choking you.

Bunny Davis was a daughter...

a sister...

a friend.

Bunny Davis was 26 years old

when she found herself hog-tied in a dirty motel with a monster,

and she is praying... pleading...

that this is the kind of man who will just let her go.

But no.

This man, Liam Reynolds, is the kind of man who does this...