01x03 - Conflict of Interest

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Wait. Please.

If you press that button, all kinds
of hell is going to rain down.

And not just on me. You too.

<i>- Excuse me?</i>
<i>- When the US government finds out</i>

<i>that I'm here,</i>
<i>they're going to want me back.</i>

<i>We don't work for the US government.</i>

<i>We're here to investigate an as*ault</i>
<i>on the ferry two nights ago.</i>

<i>Look, I...</i>

I lost my temper. That was wrong.

But I swear to you,
the guy had it coming.

I'm not saying I was right.

I'm just saying
I'm not who you think I am.

<i>I'm begging you. Please.</i>
<i>I'll do whatever you want.</i>

Just please don't make this public.

That's not how justice works
over here, Mr...

Frey. John Frey.

<i>Well, that answers</i>
<i>my first question.</i>

<i>As far as I'm concerned,</i>
<i>we're here to talk</i>

<i>about what happened on the ferry.</i>

CELL 8

<i>Count time, count time.</i>

<i>All sections D block on the count.</i>
<i>All inmates clear the tiers.</i>

OHIO DEPARTMENT OF REHABILITATION
& CORRECTION

- Hey, there he is!
- There he is!

Welcome back, boss.

Standing up
to the f*cking governor!

Language.

That's a real corrections officer
right there.

- You ain't lying.
- Yeah.

What y'all standing around for?
You got work to do.

- That's right, boss.
- Some things never change, huh?

DEATH ROW UNIT

Close cell eight.

<i>Closing cell eight.</i>

Yo, Frey. You OK in there?
Yo, John, talk to me, man.

Breathe in. And out.

Any problems lately?
Dizziness, shortness of breath.

- History of heart trouble?
- Heartbroken once.

Look into this light.

- Are you eating well?
- Ever tasted the food here?

You still need to eat.
I'd say it's a hypoglycemic episode.

I'd make sure that Mr Frey
is eating right.

No bad thing if he could eat
something right now.

OK.

<i>- Close cell eight.</i>
<i>- Closing cell eight.</i>

Alright, name?

Get your things and go on. Next.

- Name?
- Hanna Klein.

- Klein?
- Yeah.

Right, you're good. Get your things.

Go on. Next.

I've officially filed a complaint

against Finnigan's
conflict of interest.

The district court rules tomorrow.

So, they find for us,
it opens up the playing field.

And if they don't, we just go on,

all the way up
to State supreme court.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah, fine.

- You don't look fine.
- No, I just...

- I haven't been sleeping.
<i>- Ma'am.</i>

<i>Is my client</i>
<i>being adequately cared for?</i>

We treat all our inmates equally
around here, ma'am.

How's he look to you?

Well, they have good days
and bad days.

- He needs to see a doctor.
- There's a doctor onsite.

No, he should be in the infirmary.

Death row inmates
stay in their cells, ma'am.

Have you no compassion whatsoever?

I will be making a formal complaint.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Hey, you hang in there, OK?

- I'm gonna see what I can do.
- Thank you.

Ewert.

- So, what happens now?
- I told you to stay away.

That's precisely what I'm doing.

He's confessed to the as*ault.
Now it's up to the Finn.

Then what?

They'll keep him in the hospital
for observation.

What if they try
and extradite him?

Sweden doesn't extradite
to countries with the death penalty.

Are you sure? I mean if
the Americans put the pressure on.

I'm not a politician.

What I'm trying to say is

if there's a chance
they're going to send him back,

shouldn't we know if he did
what they claim he did.

That's not a police matter, is it?

We just have to wait and see
what happens.

I won't be calling Foreign Affairs
to tell them I've arrested a corpse.

You should try and get some rest.

MARCUSVILLE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY

FINNIGAN SLAYER GETS NEEDLE

"I WILL NOT REST"

NAME LAST FREY
FIRST JOHN

SEARCH

RECORD OF ARREST AND PROSECUTION

CRIMINAL HISTORY
POSSESSION OF ill*gal WEAPONS

Today is an important day
for my family.

In the midst of our pain
and our grief.

Today is a day of consolation.

We are consoled by the news

that the man who took our daughter
so brutally and so mercilessly

before her time
will himself be shown no mercy.

And while we know that our precious
Elizabeth waits for us...

...that our precious Elizabeth
waits for us in heaven,

we have faith
that no such fate awaits her k*ller.

Hanna told me
they won't let you see a doctor.

<i>I've seen a doctor. They just do it</i>
<i>in the cell is all.</i>

Well, they need
to take care of you.

<i>For what, Dad?</i>
<i>So I can last another week?</i>

- There's still the appeal.
<i>- No.</i>

<i>No, we lost.</i>

<i>I don't see what a new judge</i>
<i>is going to see different.</i>

Hanna says
it could go straight to the wire.

<i>Yeah, she's a good lawyer, Dad.</i>

<i>Thank you for that.</i>

<i>But she doesn't work on cases</i>
<i>where the governor of the state</i>

<i>is related to the victim.</i>
<i>Nobody does.</i>

I...

I think we should start talking
about what happens after.

- After?
- Well, I've been having some ideas

about where I'd like to rest.

- No.
- I was thinking

you could take me down
to Mississippi.

Robert Johnson's crossroads.

<i>I see people go, Dad.</i>

And if we can just face facts,
we've...

...we've got time to accept it.

You want me to accept
that they're taking my son?

No. No. I just...

I don't want to keep punching
a brick wall is all.

We could be talking
about better things.

<i>- Like what?</i>
- I don't know.

<i>I'm so sorry.</i>

I'm so sorry
to put you through this.

<i>Don't you talk like that.</i>

You're my boy.

I was thinking
we should plant a tree for Beth.

Something living to remember her by.

- A way for us to move on.
- Move on?

We need to start living, Ed.

Not waiting to die.

I'm waiting
for someone to die alright.

- But it sure as hell ain't me.
- Then what?

I want us to act
like she never existed.

I want us to celebrate
that she existed.

To live in her honor.

She's my daughter too.
You don't own this pain.

And I'm sorry that you're never
going to defeat it either.

Right. I've informed
the prosecutor

Frey confessed
to the as*ault on Ruotsalainen.

He's going to be prosecuted.

- Foreign Affairs knows everything.
- Huh?!

I don't know how those lackies
found out about it, but...

In any case, they want us
to carry on as normal

- and let them deal with it.
- What does that mean?

Like I said, according to Swedish
law, they can't extradite him.

I've had a closer look
at the case. It's a real mess.

The girl who was m*rder*d
is the governor's daughter.

Whatever happened over there,
it's nothing to do with us.

And you've got nothing to do
with what happened here. Understood?

What were you going to tell me?

You mean before you had me arrested?

You said that I need to listen
til the end. I'm listening.

Like I said, I never wanted
to lie to you.

None of that matters now.

I just need to know
what you might be going back to.

Mariana, please.

You've gotta help me.
I didn't do it.

Then you need to help me.

OK. Yeah. Yeah.

I was 20 years old. We were in love.

To be honest, she was the one
pushing things more than me, but...

Well, that was her all over.

Even if her dad didn't want
to believe it.

And one night I went over there.

We got drunk, smoked weed, had sex.

And at some point I went home.

And when I woke up,
I found out that she was dead.

And you had nothing to do with it?

I'm sorry. I'm just trying
to wrap my head around all of this.

Look, the trial was a joke.

I had a public defendant
more interested

in getting his photo in the paper.

They filled the jury
with Finnegan's voters

and the prosecutor spent most
of his time showing photos of Beth.

- Dead?
- Yeah.

But, they surely couldn't
convict you without any evidence.

They planted some gloves in my car
with Beth's DNA on it.

- Who planted?
- The cops. I don't know.

Look...

You need to understand,
this is the governor's daughter.

Everyone wanted me to be guilty.

The papers, the public, the state.
Even my own lawyer.

But that's only half of the story,
isn't it?

- You died.
- Yeah.

Well, if you didn't believe that
part, you're not going to like this.

I never said I don't believe you.

I could never k*ll anyone.

Yeah, I used to run
with some bad people

and I can lose my temper.

But it's just not me.

So, how did you die five years ago?

On death row, your contact
with the outside world

is virtually non-existent.

- Open up cell block B.
- Cell block B opening.

You spend 22 hours a day in a cell

- half the size of this one.
<i>- Opening cell eight.</i>

And the other two hours in a cage
staring up at a small piece of sky.

That's it.

I was on break one day
when suddenly I couldn't breathe.

I was looked at by a doctor.

But they couldn't find
anything wrong with me.

- Turns out I was being prepped.
- For what?

For death.

It must have started months earlier.

How, I still don't know.

All I know is they gave me something
to make me weak.

Cardiomyopathy.
It's what it's called.

Enlarged heart.
It's rare but it happens.

Thanks, Vernon.

They didn't leave
anything to chance.

And who are "they?"

If we take him to this hallway.

A group of people who thought
I didn't deserve what I got.

They wanted to right a wrong,
I guess.

...down this hallway.
We need to end up over there.

You know how this all sounds.

We're talking about
a maximum security prison.

Yeah. Well... Here I am.

To get a death row inmate
out of their cell

they pretty much have to be dead.

So, that's what they did.

They prepped all the medication
and equipment beforehand.

They then waited
for whatever they had put in my food

to do its thing.

- What's going on?
- Yo, Frey. You OK in there?

Open cell eight.

Have you ever laid in a bath

and emptied the water
without getting out?

It's what it felt like.

Just life seeping out of my body.

But here you are.

Barely.

- They only had a short window...
- Shirt.

...from when they sedated me
to bringing me back.

- Let's do CPR.
- Eight minutes.

Any longer
and my brain would have gone.

I was coming in and out.
I was paralyzed.

I could see and hear,
but I couldn't move.

I was terrified.

The whole procedure,

it had to look legit
without frying my heart.

- Clear!
- So, they only gave me one jolt.

The last injection had to be
straight into the bone.

But, instead of adrenaline
they gave me saline solution

plus the rigged heart monitor.

Stop with CPR.

Time of death 09.13.

What's going on?

You're destroying me, man.
Destroying every minute.

That wasn't the worst part.

Waking up in that room,
I thought I was dead

and in some kind of limbo.

Let's get the body bag.

People started appearing.
They didn't say anything.

But I could feel them
doing something with my leg.

There was darkness
before a point of light.

I felt us moving.

- Pedersen.
<i>- Sir, Frey is dead.</i>

- What?
<i>- You should come over.</i>

I'm on my way.

Eriksen. What the hell's going on?

John Frey died in his cell, sir.

- How is that even possible?
- Cardiac arrest.

We'll know more details
after the autopsy.

I want a full report on my desk
in the morning.

Yes, sir.

I could tell we were outside
just from the smell.

It had been so long
since I smelled anything but prison.

Transport to pathology.

- You're clear.
- OK. Great.

MARCUSVILLE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY

I think we did it, Vern.

I said they had eight minutes,
right?

They told me I was dead for seven.

And not long after we switched cars.

I was still out of it,
but it felt like a regular car.

Then they must have taken
another body to the morgue.

I was slowly coming back,
but I just kept drifting off.

And...

In Canada, a guy met me.

Got me cleaned up.

CANADA

And handed me a passport
and a ticket

to Stockholm via Moscow.

I'd never been outside the US
in my life.

So, who's Jonathon Schwartz?

- They never told me.
- And you never wondered?

I had a chance at a new life.

That's all that mattered.

Do you believe me now?

LAW OFFICE OF HANNA KLEIN

<i>We go now live</i>
<i>to Marcusville Correctional Facility</i>

<i>where John Frey, known as</i>
<i>the election night k*ller</i>

<i>since murdering sweetheart</i>
<i>Elizabeth Finnigan</i>

<i>in the gubernatorial mansion,</i>

<i>is reported to have gone into</i>
<i>cardiac arrest today in his cell.</i>

<i>Medical teams were unable</i>
<i>to revive Frey,</i>

<i>who was confirmed dead</i>
<i>late this afternoon.</i>

<i>- Details...</i>
- No!

No!

<i>Governor Edward Finnigan is due</i>
<i>to release a statement shortly,</i>

<i>while sources inside prison say</i>
<i>that no other inmates were...</i>

<i>So far, the death is being</i>
<i>considered a tragic accident.</i>

They said it was some kind
of rare disease.

Cardiomyopathy. An enlarged heart.

Son of a b*tch didn't have a heart.

I've asked for a full investigation.

Why?

What do you mean, "why?"

So we can find out how in hell
this was allowed to happen.

Well, Edward, the boy's dead.

It may not be
the way you wanted it to happen,

but it's what God gave us.

Maybe he's trying
to tell us something.

He took it away from me.

From Beth. Took her life.
Took her justice.

When's he going to stop
taking things?

I don't know.

Maybe when we learn to let go.

I can't believe you're not angry.

I'm relieved, is what I am.

He's gone. It doesn't matter how.

Not to Beth anyway.

- Hi Ethel.
- Hey.

- Is this a good idea?
- I told you, we're going as normal.

How's work?

Finnigan's started an investigation.

They won't find anything.
There's nothing to find.

What if they call me in?

You'll be fine. We did a good thing.
I promise.

I'm a corrections officer
not a damn secret agent.

Some people are born righteous,

others have righteousness
thrust upon them.

Which one are you?

Neither. I'm just someone
who doesn't know when to quit.

And someone who's got
nothing to lose.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

The cancer's back, Vern.

- How long?
- Six months if I take the treatment.

Will you?

No.

I'll say hi to Patty for you.

She would be so proud of you, Vern.

You take good care of yourself now.

- Hello.
<i>- Dad?</i>

<i>Hey, um... don't say anything, OK?</i>

<i>I just want you to know I'm OK.</i>

<i>I can't explain and I won't call</i>
<i>again, but...</i>

<i>I love you, Dad. Alright?</i>

<i>I love you, OK? Bye.</i>

You wanna talk to somebody,
you come talk to me.

<i>Guard recall.</i>
<i>Commence rotation.</i>

Ah, Eriksen. Come in.

Please. I want to speak to you
about John Frey,

- the inmate who...
- Who died in his cell, sir.

Yes. Indeed.

The governor has asked
for an investigation

into the tragic events.

I say tragic
from the point of view of justice

which was not seen to be served.

I was hoping
I could count on your support.

My support, sir?

As I believe I've said before

there is always the question
of where the buck stops.

And in this case, the buck might
have to, well...

...stop with me.

I believe I have always
treated you fairly.

I would like to ask
that if and when anyone asks

you about my handling
of that delicate situation,

you would reassure them that
everything was done by the book.

The way I see it, sir,
at this facility,

we learn from our mistakes.

After what happened to John,

we're busy improving
the way we look after our people.

Better food. More exercise.
Better access to healthcare.

Yeah, well...

I'm sure we could see our way
to those things.

Yes. In light of everything.

Then I believe I can say
with a clear conscience

ain't nothing to worry about, sir.

Very good. Excellent.

POLICE

I just heard
not to worry about Ruotsalainen.

You can release John.

He's still going to be prosecuted.

For minor as*ault
on the ferry.

Minor? He put a guy in hospital.

But we can release him from jail
awaiting trail.

No he's likely
to flee the country.

Be patient. The Finn
might retract the allegations.

- We'll see what we can do.
- And Foreign Affairs?

I wouldn't piss on Foreign Affairs
if they were on fire.

Yeah.

Sir. We just received news

that a man's been arrested
for as*ault on a Swedish ferry.

Oh, yeah? Why do I give a f*ck?

He gave his name as John Frey.

The State Department
confirmed it's him.

I'm sorry to intrude, sir.
I thought you'd want to know.

No. Of course. Thank you.

Oh, Christ... You again?

- Have you caught that as*h*le yet?
- Not a bad setup you have here.

Your own room
and nurses who spoil you.

What can I say, I'm a ladies man.

I was going to say mummy's boy.

- I was watching that.
- Here's something else to watch.

- Ah, what the f*ck...
- Look!

Don't you want to see
his "unprovoked as*ault".

The big guy who jumped you
from behind.

Screw you.

Well? What's the matter, lover boy?

f*ck you.
This is proof he attacked me!

- It depends.
- On what?

It's up to you to decide what
happens when we watch the video.

Really?

You see the moment one meets you
that you're a sad little man

who drunkenly gropes women
to get a little attention.

If you've groped once,
you've probably done it before.

It may be
that you've never done it before.

But I'll bet that it wasn't
your first f*cking time.

It wasn't, was it?

Right?

I found three sexual as*ault
complaints against you

at your last three jobs.

That was just an hour's work.

What would I find
if put in two hours? Or three hours?

I'm guessing
you didn't put any of that

on your current job application.

If you had,
you would never have got that job.

- What the f*ck?
- So what's it to be?

What happens
if we continue watching?

Do you drunkenly fall
and hit your head?

Or are you hit in the face
for being a perv?

All this goes straight to your boss.

He's retracting his statement.

- Who?
- Our Finnish friend.

I had a little chat with him.

What the hell? I told you
to stay away from the investigation.

Yeah. But you also said

John will stay in prison unless
Ruotsalainen retracts his statement.

He's done that now, so we can
release John.

- Foreign Affairs called.
- Seriously?

The US has requested
for him to be extradited.

- You said-
- I said

"this is what the law states."

But this is about politics.

OK. So, that's it then?

We send him back?

I wonder what would happen
if we didn't do

exactly what those f*cking
Americans wanted every time.

Foreign Affairs hasn't said
they're going to do it. Not yet.

- But we can't keep him here.
- Where's he going?

- Kronoberg's prison.
- When?

- Within the next hour.
- Can I see him?

Ewert, please.
I know he's innocent.

I'm sorry, Mariana.

Frey? Come on.

Wait.

- Thanks very much.
- Thanks.

PRISON AND PROBATION SERVICE

- Thanks. I'll take it from here.
- OK.

- What's going on?
- Do you trust me?