Chicago Justice (2017): Season 1, Episode 5 - Friendly Fire - full transcript

[laughter]

Hey, look, this is to your
last week as a free man.

All: Booyah!

Why don't I just give
you guys the bottle?

- Sounds good to me.
- Works for me, Dad.

- Hey, whoa.
- Whoa.

Hey, Mr. Nichols, Trev
told us you were in

'Nam back in the day.

Smack in the middle of primetime, 1968.

- Man, that must've been rough.
- Yeah.

- Let me tell you squids a story.
- Oh, not that old chestnut.



Now, we were on recon.
It was raining so hard

we couldn't see five
feet in front of us.

I stepped in a bed of bamboo vipers.

One of them gets me by
the leg. I grab my K-bar

and I cut the damn snake's head off.

- No way.
- Not only that.

Little bastard's been holding
up my pants ever since.

- [all laugh]
- That's nice.

Have a round with us, Dad,
before we head out on the town.

All right. To wives and sweethearts.

May they never meet.

- Never.
- [all laughing]

I told Trevor to be outside at 0600.

Well...



we don't get on the road soon,
we're not gonna get our blind.

[knock at door]

[knock at door]

Trevor?

Trev?

[gasps]

[whimpering]

Oh, God!

Mike! Jake!

[crying]

Oh, my God.

My son. He's dead.

Get him out of here.

Come on! [sobbing]

Mr. Nichols, come on.

We came in for Trev's bachelor party.

We're staying at an Airbnb
a few blocks away from here.

We were supposed to
go deer hunting today.

Trevor's dad went inside the house...

and he found him there.

Is his dad still here?

No. He went home to tell his wife.

Thanks. Stay close.

Got the call about an hour ago.

I responded to the alley,

saw the lock on the
back door was jimmied.

Did you happen to see a murder weapon?

No, but there's a knife
missing from the butcher block.

- Hey, Drummond.
- Dawson.

There's a tan line. No watch.

Find a wallet anywhere?

I haven't checked his pockets yet.

Ooh.

Hmm.

We braced ourself for this day

when Trevor was deployed overseas.

But we never thought that...

How long has your son
been out of the Navy?

18 months.

He enlisted the day he
graduated from high school.

He was in ten years.

[shaky breathing]

He had an honorable discharge.

And since then?

He was a personal trainer
at one of those ritzy gyms

down the loop.

He wasn't getting rich,
but he looked forward

to going to work every day.

His wedding was next Saturday.

Instead we're planning a funeral.

It's not much consolation,

but I have our best people on it.

You damn well better.

I just can't believe
Trev's gone, just like that.

It's so unfair.

When was the last time you saw him?

We had dinner Thursday.

Things were good between you two?

We were about to get married.

Trev was really looking
forward to the wedding,

partying with all of
our friends and families.

Right before I got married,
I freaked out a little.

- I almost had a fling...
- Trev wasn't like that, okay?

I hate to bother you with this, Mia,

but we found these at Trevor's house.

I just want to confirm
that they're yours.

No, they're not.

I mean, they must have been
there from before we met.

You're probably right.

It's unbelievable.

Four tours, and Trevor gets killed

in his own place in Chicago.

What'd you guys do
for your big night out?

We started at Trevor's place for beers.

We had drinks with
Mr. Nichols at his bar,

and after that went to some joint

where all the waitresses wear bikinis.

- Big Mel's Bikini Bar?
- Yeah.

That's the place.

So, what happened at Big Mel's?

Trevor got hammered, and
this waitress hit on him.

Angela. Total smokeshow.

Sorry, ma'am, she was on him
like honey on a hot biscuit.

- Was Trevor into her?
- Yeah.

Oh, yeah, he said he
was gonna hang around

till Angela got off of work,
so me and Mike bounced.

You left your friend that
was about to get married

with Miss Smokeshow?

Some wingmen.

[rock music]

♪ ♪

We'd like to speak to Big Mel.

[laughs] What can I do you for?

We're looking for Angela.

The girl in the yellow bikini.

The Sex on the Beach is pretty sweet.

The Climax is very popular.

But my all-time fave
is the ménage à trois.

Angela, come on.

Come on.

How's it going, Angela?

I'll let you know. What's up?

What did you do after work last night?

- Went home.
- With him?

Alone.

So, how did your underwear
wind up in his pocket?

Did something happen to him?

You know what cops call panties?

Lie detectors.

Hairs, fluids, and lots and lots of DNA.

He was getting married. His
buddies tipped me 50 bucks

to slip him my thong. And that's all?

Trevor wanted to hang out
after I got off of work,

so I took him to a fight club.

The one in Humboldt Park on Le Moyne?

That's right. I thought
he just wanted to watch,

but once we got there, he
said he wanted to fight,

so they set up a match for him.

He kicked some dude's ass.

I wasn't planning to hook up with him,

but after he took his shirt
off and dominated in the ring,

I was like, "Come to mama."

Seriously?

You should've seen him.

I did. In a body bag.

That's...

Wow.

So, what happened when
you left the fight club?

We got in an Uber, started making out,

and then he got all weird,

said he didn't want to screw
things up with his fiancée.

[sighs] So I dropped him off.

- And then?
- I went home.

And took the edge off, lady-style.

Adele, a glass of Amaro,
and the happy rabbit.

Uber driver confirms Angela's story.

- She never got out of the car.
- [cell phone vibrates]

Stone.

Prelim autopsy's back.

We need to meet him at the morgue.

Penetrating knife wound
to the left femoral artery

did most of the damage.

- Most?
- Bruising and edema

to his face, arms, and torso.

He put up a hell of a fight.

Two, actually. The first one for cash,

the second one for his life.

Blood alcohol was 23.

I'm sure he wasn't on top of his game.

So, an intoxicated,
unarmed man was overmatched

by a knife-wielding assailant?

There's just one anomaly.

Check out the X-ray.

What's that in his stomach?

Based on my analysis, looks to me

like a computer thumb drive.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

There was no corrosion
from digestive agents.

The ME is sure he ingested
it right before he died.

I doubt it accidentally
fell into his corn flakes.

If he swallowed it at
the time of the break-in,

maybe he was trying to hide
it from whoever killed him.

I can read the drive,
but I can't get in.

- Password protected?
- It's a video file,

but it's encrypted up the wazoo.

Something you can handle?

This is NSA-level cloaking.

We farm it out to the private
sector, maybe we'll get lucky.

This was no run-of-the-mill
home invasion.

Let's find out what
Trevor Nichols was hiding

the old-fashioned way.

Trevor was first team,
All-City tight end.

That's not too shabby.

Yeah, this guy was still in great shape.

How did someone get the jump on him?

Passed out from too many
tequilas, intruder with a knife?

I don't like his chances.

Electric bill,

junk mail from Bucktown Savings Bank.

When was the last time
anybody actually got a letter?

Let me see the bank one.

You can't open a dead man's mail.

You're probably right.

Let's see. Let's see.

"With your average monthly
balance of $250,000, you qualify

for a Bucktown Savings
Personal Wealth Account."

How does a Navy vet
turned personal trainer

make that kind of bank?

His fiancée was rocking
a pretty hefty diamond.

Trevor picked it out.

Looks expensive.

It was. I think Trev was
trying to prove a point.

What do you mean?

Well, Mike really blew
his chance with me,

so I think Trev was
trying to convince me

he was serious about getting married.

You went out with Mike Soto?

For about eight months.

That was before I moved to
Chicago to be near Trevor.

And Trevor had a bank account

with over a quarter of
a million dollars in it?

Where did all that money come from?

I... I don't know.

His dad gave it to him?

Mia, Trevor was murdered.

Now's not the time to keep secrets.

Fine. Um...

Trev was writing a book,

and they gave him a
bunch of money up front.

He told me not to tell anyone,

but I guess that doesn't
really matter now.

What was his book about?

Something about being in the Navy.

What do they call it? Oh, a memoir.

I'm really sorry, but
I need to leave now,

or I'm gonna be late
for Trevor's service.

Okay.

- Mr. Jefferies.
- I'm sorry for your loss.

I know how busy you must
be. This is quite an honor.

Or maybe you're just
here looking for votes.

Vets are paid a lot of lip
service these days, ma'am.

It's the least I can do.

Were you in the service?

Yes, ma'am. I was in the Corps, Vietnam.

No kidding. Brown-water Navy.

My Tho River.

I wouldn't have made
it through boot camp

without Trevor.

I was terrible at ironing.

You know, seriously, they
were gonna discharge me

for inability to properly
maintain my uniform.

One morning, I woke
up, and Trev had ironed

every article of clothing in my locker,

even my skivvies.

I asked him why, he said...

"Because I got your back, bro."

Trevor's publisher says his
book advance was $400,000.

Whew. Damn. Maybe I should write a book.

Heh. All of a sudden you
have literary aspirations.

What can I say? I'm a renaissance man.

How much of this book
did Trevor actually write?

[sighs] Three chapters.

Don't you need approval from the Navy

to publish something like that?

She says their lawyer signed off on it.

Be nice to see those chapters.

They don't have anything.

Apparently Trevor was
paranoid about plagiarism.

[cell phone vibrates]

They decrypted the video.

- Left clear.
- Right clear.

Looks like it's shot with a helmet cam.

State-of-the-art night vision scopes.

M4 assault rifles. I'm pretty
sure that's a SEAL team.

- Hold.
- Contact. Two o'clock.

[gunshots]

Room clear.

[labored breaths]

Oh, God.

Is she all right? Is she alive?

[gunshots]

O'Brien down.

- [gunfire]
- [indistinct shouting]

Ramirez down.

Contact. East wall.

Gotta get Mike.

Get his legs!

Come on! Abort!

Abort! Abort! Abort!

- Act calmly.
- Oh, God.

Come on, we gotta go.
Leave her. Let's go.

Let's go! Come on!
She's gone! Let's go!

- [indistinct shouting]
- Let's go!

[gunshots]

What the hell was that?

Something we weren't supposed to see.

Dr. Kathryn Carter worked
with Doctors Without Borders

in the Ukraine.

When things got too dangerous
for humanitarian workers,

they pulled their people out.

But Dr. Carter refused
to leave her patients.

One week later, she was kidnapped

by a separatist faction,

so the Navy sent in a
SEAL team to rescue her.

It was called Operation Omega.

This was all over the
news a couple years ago.

According to the Pentagon,
the mission went awry.

Dr. Carter and two of the
SEALs were killed by the rebels

during the rescue attempt.

But on that video, it was one
of the Americans who shot her

and left her body there.

Now, that's a memoir I'd want to read.

Let's find out if Trevor Nichols was

one of those SEALs.

- Come in. Come in.
- Thank you.

Are you any closer to finding
out whoever killed my son?

We're making some progress.

I'm sorry. Please.

Did you and Trevor talk much
about his time in the Navy?

- No, not much.
- What about his book?

- What book?
- His publisher said...

Wait. He had a publisher?

She said his book was about
his time in Naval Intelligence.

He wasn't Intel. He was a SEAL.

Mm. He was one of the SEALs
who survived Operation Omega.

How'd you know that?

It came up in our investigation.

Trevor's Navy buddies Mike
Soto and Jake Benjamin...

They were in his SEAL unit?

That's right. Jake
was their team leader.

Did Trevor talk to anyone
about what happened over there?

No. I tried to talk
to him about it once,

but he just waved me off.

He did make a visit to the family

of the doctor that was
killed by the rebels.

He and Jake made a condolence
visit to the family in Iowa.

When he got back, he was
pretty shook up about it.

Trevor didn't even tell
his father the truth

about how Dr. Carter died.

It would be nice to know what
he told the Carter family.

Any reason to suspect them?

Well, the SEAL team did
get their daughter killed.

They live in Iowa.

Let's see if they'll come in for a chat.

When the charity called and told her

to get out of the Ukraine,

she called us and said

she couldn't just
abandon those poor people.

They wanted a $5 million ransom.

Can you imagine?

I mean, we have a
ten-year-old pickup.

Were any of you in Chicago last week?

No, no. This is our first time.

We heard the SEALs who
tried to rescue Kathryn

paid you a visit.

Yes, they did. Two of them, anyway.

They felt so terrible
about what happened.

The one in charge told us
that they almost had Kathy

safe at the helicopter

when the enemy soldiers opened fire.

We tried to thank
them, but we could tell

they still felt bad about it.

Yeah, and the younger
one... What was his name?

Trevor, I think.

He was so upset he had
to go sit in the car.

I saw him out the window.
It looked like he was crying.

Was he the one who was murdered?

Yes. I'm afraid so.

Tell them about the check, Mom.

Oh, um...

yeah.

About a month ago,
this came in the mail.

Cashier's check from Bucktown Savings.

$100,000.

We don't know where it came from,

so we didn't feel
right taking the money.

Trevor sent the Carters
part of his advance.

Looks that way.

But he didn't tell them the
SEALs killed their daughter.

Trevor's book.

Maybe he was about to blow
the lid off Operation Omega,

and he couldn't take all that
money with a clear conscience.

I doubt his fellow SEALs
wanted the world to know

Dr. Carter was killed by friendly fire.

They were both in Chicago
the night Trevor was murdered.

Have Dawson and Nagel dig in.

Tell them to start with the Airbnb.

You know, I don't always meet the guests

that stay at my properties,

but these two young
men were very polite.

They had to extend their stay
for a funeral... poor things.

And I know it was a
little cramped in here

for the two of them.

When they first got
here, I tried to move them

to the big two-bedroom upstairs,

but they said they wanted the fireplace.

[laughs]

I told them this weather is nothing.

Wait till it's ten below.

This doesn't look like wood ash.

It's a rivet from a pair of jeans.

And two zippers.

Why were they burning their clothes?

Do you know when these guys left?

Just before you got here.

They're headed to Midway to fly home.

I told them to walk to Wells

and catch the Orange Line.

[siren wailing]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

You do realize it's you and me
against two Navy SEALs, right?

Element of surprise, Nagel.

Yeah. No problem whatsoever.

All right, go that way.

- Go ahead!
- [gate buzzes]

♪ ♪

Move! Police! Everybody down!

Move!

Get back!

[all screaming]

Move!

Whoa! Freeze!

You're both under arrest for
the murder of Trevor Nichols.

The zippers recovered from
the defendants' fireplace

were from Navy-issued tactical fleeces.

The only logical conclusion is

that the defendants burned
their bloody clothing

after stabbing Trevor Nichols to death.

The people request no bail.

My clients are decorated Navy vets

who have served our nation with valor.

They have the utmost
respect for its laws.

I only ask as they face
these dubious charges

they enjoy the same freedom

they've risked their lives to protect.

I almost heard a fife
and drum there, Mr. Olson.

First time in Cook County?

Yes, sir, but I've
represented men in uniform

across this great country.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but men in uniform are

men who've been trained to kill.

In war, sir.

One can only hope.

Bail is set at $1 million D bond...

That's an insult to these patriots.

Let me finish.

From the bottom of my heart,

I want to thank you for
your service, gentleman.

Bail's still a million smackers.

- Call the next case.
- [gavel pounds]

Hang tight, guys.
Nothing to worry about.

You seem rather confident about a case

that's purely circumstantial.

Where's your motive?

Ask your clients.

What did you make of Olson?

His flag-waving will play
a lot better with the jury

than Judge Emerson.

I don't know, Peter. That
"God and country" routine...

Sometimes my eyes glaze over.

Careful. We have a vet upstairs.

Do you think Soto and
Benjamin will tell their lawyer

about Operation Omega?

We'll see.

If Olson comes in begging
for a plea deal, he knows.

If he wets his khakis when we
screen the video for him, he...

Peter Stone?

- That's right.
- We're seeking to enforce

a writ of replevin against
you and your office.

Nice to meet you, too.

Mary Graziano. U.S.
Department of Justice,

National Security Division.

I haven't heard the
words "writ of replevin"

since law school. What's this all about?

You have classified material

that belongs to the
United States government.

We want it back.

See you in federal court
tomorrow, Mr. Stone,

bright and early.

How did the DOJ find
out you had this video?

My money's on an employee
in the tech company

that did the decryption for us.

Not that it matters at this point.

It matters to me.

Maybe you should've been
the one to tell them.

Is the government aware
that this footage is

from Operation Omega?

It seems that way. What's unclear is

whether they know the SEAL
team botched the mission.

So, this could come as a
shock to the powers that be.

Or a leak. And a cover-up
that began two years ago.

You think the Navy spun
the story that went public?

As opposed to an honest mistake?

That sounds pretty cynical, Peter.

Weapons of mass destruction,
Iran-Contra, the Gulf of Tonkin.

Those names should be a warning to you.

You've stepped into something
way bigger than your pay grade.

I do like to hear the truth
from my public officials,

but I don't have an Axe to grind here.

Really? Because I see sparks flying.

I just want to be able
to prove my murder case.

You're litigating against
the Justice Department

in federal court.

If your murder case hangs on this video,

lots of luck.

Thanks for the pep talk, Boss.

The video in question was recorded

by an active duty sailor.

It's property of the Navy.

Neither Mr. Stone nor
his co-council have

the necessary security
clearance to watch this video,

much less possess it.

We can't put the rain back in the sky.

We didn't have any
inkling of its contents

before we watched it.

For all we knew, it could've
been a "Three Stooges" clip.

Oh, well, that would be amusing,

but for the fact this video contradicts

the official statements
about Operation Omega.

It could embarrass the executive branch

and have repercussions
on our foreign policy.

So, let me propose a simple remedy:

Mr. Stone, hand over the
video, destroy all copies,

and keep your mouth shut.

But this video is a
critical piece of evidence

- in a homicide case.
- How so?

The victim was a former Navy SEAL

from the Omega mission.

He was murdered to prevent him writing

a tell-all book about the operation.

Once I introduce the video
into evidence, it's all yours.

And by the following morning,
the story will be click-bait

for every media outlet
from here to Vladivostok.

Would you concede, Mr. Stone,
there are more important

national concerns at stake here

than one local murder case?

Here's one:

the government shouldn't deceive us

about what our military
does in foreign lands.

Transparency breeds
trust in our institutions.

And this federal judiciary has
courageously upheld these values

in turbulent times... Watergate,
the Pentagon Papers...

With all due respect to Mr. Stone,

if we start allowing local
officials to become the arbiters

of whether classified
items are made public,

that's a national security nightmare

I can't begin to imagine.

I see your point, Ms. Graziano.

Thank you both for your
thoughtful arguments.

You'll have my decision tomorrow.

So, you think we have a shot?

Oh, I'm not that optimistic.

The DOJ has home court advantage.

Peter killed it in court, though.

I was ready to bust out
into "Masters of War."

Don't recruit me for The
Weather Underground just yet.

I said what I had to say
to try and get justice

for Trevor Nichols and his family.

You know, if we lose the video,

it wouldn't be the end of the world.

Talk to me.

Mike Soto went out with Mia
until Trevor stole her away.

Soto arrives at the bachelor party.

He's jealous. He tries
to use bikini girl

to blow up the engagement.

And when that doesn't
work, Soto confronts Trevor,

things get out of hand.

It's not the best hand at the table,

but I'll play it if I have to.

The government asserts
a broad principle:

national security should
always carry the day.

Mr. Stone has also made a lofty claim:

honesty and transparency are paramount.

So, let's look at the fine print.

Should the truth about
Operation Omega come to light,

the Government can
point to no individual

who will be harmed, no
American soldier or sailor

who will be endangered.

On the other hand, the
People of Illinois will

likely see two murderers elude justice

simply because the Navy
wants to perpetuate a lie.

The Government's application
for a writ of replevin is denied.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[laughter]

I got to say I did not see that coming.

Chalk one up for the underdogs.

Good news. The writ was denied.

The video is in.

Except you're not going to use it.

What?

You heard me.

Why?

Personal experience has taught me

military secrets should stay secret.

With all due respect, just
because you served in Vietnam

doesn't give you a monopoly
on national security protocol.

In my office, it does.

When I walked into the jungle,

I knew that as long
as I stayed on mission,

the folks up the chain
of command had my back,

and if there was
something that they wanted

to keep out of the public eye,

there was a damn good reason for it.

There's never a good
reason to veil the truth.

Then why not open your case files

to every defense lawyer you face?

I'll tell you why not: because it's war.

You do not give aid and
comfort to the enemy,

unless you're a misguided
fool like Edward Snowden.

I do not accept your analogy.

Then maybe you can accept this:

if you value your
rights and your freedoms,

sometimes you have to ask men and women

to go to far-away
battlefields to die for them.

And if you ask your fellow Americans

to risk their lives for your liberties,

then you don't get
to second-guess it all

after the fact.

You realize this would
probably cost us our case.

I don't give a damn.

I do.

I didn't come here to
cling to tired bromides

that allow killers to go free.

Then you have a choice, don't you?

Do what I'm telling
you, or find a new job.

♪ ♪

Mr. Stone?

Peter. Thanks for coming.

What's on your mind?

Came to pay my respects.

Could've done that at the house.

There's also something
I thought you should know

about Trevor.

If it's something I'd rather not hear...

The Navy didn't tell you
the truth about Omega.

Trevor didn't either.

I'm sure there are things he
wanted to tell me but couldn't.

He was about to go public.

He was gonna embarrass a lot of people,

including his friends,

destroy careers, maybe.

[sighs] So, that's why
you arrested Mike and Jake?

This secret the Navy kept from you...

From everybody,

we can't reveal it at their trial,

so there's a strong likelihood
they won't be convicted.

I understand.

You do?

You never served, did you?

My son joined up because
he felt there was a cause

more important than his own life.

Those ideals... He came
to realize they weren't

all they were cracked up to be.

That's not how I see it.

He was writing a book that
defied his chain of command.

Every soldier needs a way to
let go of the weight he carries.

[sighs] Trevor found his way.

Doesn't mean I have to agree with it.

Do you even want to know
what it was gonna say?

No.

I don't.

- Peter?
- Bought you a coffee.

Tall Americano.

Thanks.

Tell me what you think of this:

there's no reason this
video has to go to the DOJ

right this minute.

Why torture yourself?

The defendants were present
when the video was shot,

so there's no national security
issue when they watch it.

When?

Jefferies won't let you
put it into evidence.

Mike Soto doesn't know that.

I don't know. Peter...

maybe it's better just to let it go.

And let these two killers
walk away Scot-free?

Olson has a huge conflict of interest.

Let's divide and conquer.

[gunfire]

Where'd you get that?

Let's not get hung up on details.

We know you and Jake Benjamin
killed Trevor Nichols.

That explains why.

If his book came out, you'd be exposed

as the screw-ups who killed Dr. Carter

and left her body to
God-knows-what indignity,

and when a jury sees this,

they'll realize you had every
reason to kill your best friend

and destroy his manuscript.

The reason you're sitting
here instead of Mr. Benjamin

is I'm pretty sure he was
calling the shots that night,

like he did in the Ukraine.

15 years if you testify against him

instead of the 60 to life
you'll get if you're convicted.

Mia Skyped me a few months
before the bachelor weekend.

She showed me the engagement
ring that Trevor bought her.

I asked where Trevor got
money for a rock like that.

She said he was being
paid to write a book

about his time in the Navy.

What, if anything, did you
do with that information?

I called Jake.

[sighs]

He and I both got so angry about it,

we just couldn't let it go.

Why not, Mr. Soto?

We take a solemn pledge.
It's called the SEAL Code:

"I do not advertise
the nature of my work,

nor seek recognition for my actions."

And what did you decide
to do about Trevor's book?

Jake said that we had
to talk him out of it.

What if he wouldn't listen to you?

Jake said that wasn't an option.

What did you take that to mean?

I wasn't sure.

[louder] What did you take
that to mean, Mr. Soto?

That if Trevor wouldn't follow the code,

we would have to take
matters into our own hands.

By killing him?

As a last resort, yes, sir.

We both thought it best
to talk to him in person,

so we waited till we
got here in Chicago.

And what happened when you got here?

We all went out partying.

At the end of the night, we
all went our separate ways,

but later on, Jake and I
went back to Trevor's house.

Did Trevor know you were coming?

Negative. We both left
our cell phones behind,

we jogged over to his
place, and we broke in.

- And then what happened?
- We woke Trev up,

told him he needed to kill the book,

that it went against the SEAL Code

and everything that we stood for.

He said that he wouldn't back down now,

that the book was the right thing to do,

and that he'd already given
away some of the money.

And that's when Trevor
grabbed a kitchen knife, and...

That's when things got out of hand.

Mr. and Mrs. Nichols, I am so sorry.

I loved Trevor like
he was my brother. I...

Please tell the jury
exactly what occurred next.

Jake and I disarmed him.

I held Trevor back

as Jake picked up the
knife off the floor,

and all of a sudden, Jake spun around

and landed a kill
strike to Trevor's thigh,

to his femoral artery, just
like they trained us to do.

Then we took the knife,

Trevor's laptop, the book pages,

a couple other things to
make it look like a robbery,

and we... we just left
Trevor there on the floor,

and we got the hell out of there.

You made a plea bargain with Mr. Stone

for a lighter sentence, didn't you?

That's right.

Did you inform him that
you had a personal motive

to kill your friend Trevor?

What do you mean?

Well, he was marrying
your ex-girlfriend,

Mia Jones, correct? Yes, but-

- Did you tell Mr. Stone that
you're still in love with Mia

before he offered you
the deal of the century?

Objection to that characterization.

Rephrase, Mr. Olson.

You're still in love
with her, aren't you?

No, that's not true.

Mia and Trev, they're
perfect for one another.

Isn't it a fact that you told my client

that you hated Trevor for stealing Mia?

- No, sir, it's not.
- And that you would

do everything in your power

to stop their impending marriage?

Jake's lying.

How could you talk all this crap, man?

Just answer the question, Mr. Soto.

In fact, you went there
alone and stabbed him to death

because the thought of Trevor
and Mia together enraged you.

It wasn't about Mia. It
was about the Ukraine.

Ukraine? The simple fact is
that you got a sweetheart deal

for killing your friend
in a jealous rage.

Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Tell us what you meant
by the Ukraine, Mr. Soto.

Objection to this
distraction, Your Honor.

- Mr. Olson opened the door.
- Overruled.

The witness may answer.

I can't. I'm not supposed to.

We have heard all about your SEAL Code,

but you swore an oath when
you took that witness stand.

Jake, Trevor, and I
were on Operation Omega

in Ukraine two years ago.

We were part of a Navy
SEAL team sent there

to rescue a doctor who'd been
kidnapped by some rebels there.

And what happened on the operation?

The mission went all wrong.

Dr. Carter and two of
our guys were killed.

By the rebels?

The SEALs were, yes,

but it was Trevor that
shot and killed Dr. Carter.

Trevor mistook her for an enemy fighter,

ripped off half a dozen rounds or so...

And that's when the ambush went
down and all hell broke loose.

The Navy covered it all up.

They told some story about
how we were all heroes

when the truth was Omega
was a total train wreck.

You swore on direct that
Trevor was writing a book?

He was gonna tell how the Navy
lied to cover up the operation.

Is that why you and Jake killed Trevor?

- Objection!
- Withdrawn.

Can I please answer that, Your Honor?

Overruled.

Jake and I both agreed
that it wasn't right

that Trevor was gonna
get rich off the backs

of our dead brothers and
piss all over the code.

After everyone pumps you up
and thanks you for your service

and tells you what a big hero you are,

you're supposed to keep quiet

and try to forget what really happened,

but Trevor couldn't do that.

He couldn't live with the shame.

Maybe it wasn't about the money.

Maybe he just wanted to
set the record straight

so he could make peace with what he did.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

On the count of first-degree murder,

the jury finds the defendant guilty.

On the count of home invasion,

the jury finds the defendant guilty.

On the count of conspiracy
to commit first-degree murder,

the jury finds the defendant guilty.

[knock at door]

I hope you realize I
didn't have a choice.

The choice was, "No
redirect, Your Honor."

Our case was slipping away.

Whether that's true is debatable.

Either way,

you made an end run around my wishes.

If you want my letter of
resignation, I have one ready.

Tear it up. I'm not vindictive.

Thank you.

Congratulations on being right...

but you're wrong.

Old Town, Gold Coast,

they plow so good you
don't even know it snowed.

My damn street looks like a hockey rink.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but the last time you drove a car,

The Fridge played for the Bears
and an actor was president.

Heh. Back to the future, right?

What do you have to take the chill off?

You didn't have to drop by
to check on me, Mr. Jefferies.

Mark.

Join me?

Why the hell not?

[exhales sharply]

To better days.

Better days.

I had a visitor on Sunday.

Buffed-up Rear Admiral from Annapolis.

For your son?

He presented me with Trevor's
medals in a black leather box.

Kid sent 'em back.

You still have yours?

I threw them away years
ago. I hated the damn things.

Couldn't look at them without thinking

about some of the things I saw...

and did.

50 years, and I still
can't talk about it.

Maybe it's time, Grant.

Maybe it's time.

[sighs]