The Staircase (2022) s01e05 Episode Script

Alright, 640, you're out.
Come on. Let's go.
Let's go!
Walk.
April 2004
six months after verdict
Pod 640.
Move.
Borrowing or receiving
commissary items
Tuesday only
Is that it?
Yes, I think so.
- Yes, or you think so?
- Yes.
Your balance is 345
Sorry. Thank you.
How could you do that to me?
You just fucked me!
Motherfucker!
I'll kill you!
I'll fucking kill you!
Peterson 640.
Maha productions
You know why he jacked you up, right?
No.
He was waiting on a single cell
for five years.
Was next on the list,
and they gave it to you
because you're famous.
Bell.
Lock-in time!
See you around, Staircase.
Close her.
Marcel proust
in search of lost time volume 1
Dear Michael,
an old friend visited last week
dying to see the Louvre.
Walking through the museum reminded me
that you don't have the luxury of relaxing
while you wait for your appeal.
Our deadline is tight.
Trust that we are working
as fast as we can
to get your story in front of the world
and finally get you
the trial you so deserve.
In the meantime,
you said the prison library
wasn't stimulating.
So here's a little something
to get your brain working.
Fondly, Sophie.
THE STAIRCASE
Morning Sophie!
Good morning!
Did you go home last night?
Of course.
Café?
When?
When I was done.
Did you get the last reel
of episode four out to sound?
A courier just picked it up.
- Ah! Great!
- See you later.
Later!
Just look at my fucking face, David.
I hear you, Mike.
- No, I don't.
- I hear you.
I don't need you to hear anything.
I just need you to look at it.
The longer I'm in here,
the more likely it is
I'm going to get killed.
When will we know about our appeal?
Mike, you know I don't know.
It could be tomorrow.
It could be three months.
So, three months. That's how long
I've got to survive?
I'd be shocked if it went
longer than that. Sure.
I'm not supposed to be here.
I mean, this wasn't supposed to happen.
This wasn't supposed to be.
Mike, I know.
Our appeal contests the seizure
of Michael's computer.
It was unconstitutional.
Without that, the State
would have no grounds
to bring in the emails, the escorts.
We're quite confident.
Of course, you can quote me.
I hope you'll quote me.
That's why I called you back.
- Sell.
- The whole set?
Mom loved them.
How's work?
What do those movie people have you doing?
Just entry-level stuff,
answering calls, scheduling.
But they hired their last editor
out of admin, so
You like LA?
It's fine.
The people are nicer than you think.
Reno's just a day away from you.
Martha, too.
You're welcome any time
you guys need a break.
Not sure Martha's boss
would let her have a day off.
Where's she at now?
Some customer service thing.
What?
Martha's not really
- Service oriented.
- pleasant.
- Hey!
- Hey!
You made it.
- Hey, man.
- Hey.
Hey.
Come on, sit down. Food's warm.
Great.
I'm gonna go pour myself a beer.
Does anyone want one?
I don't think we have any.
I brought some.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I'm making pasta. You want in?
I just quit my job.
Oh shit.
What happened?
Nothing. I just didn't really
want to be there anymore.
- You okay?
- Sure.
The lies about his sexuality,
the witness in Germany,
the edit is balanced as it is.
I'm not insulting you
any more evidence of innocence
or of guilt, will upset the balance.
He was found guilty.
We're not going to act
like that wasn't the case!
The broken cartilage. We must include it.
Must? No. Why must?
The cartilage story is superfluous.
That's why we cut the scene
in the first place.
Jean, I know you enjoy watching us fight,
but are you going to say anything, dammit?
I want to hear you both out.
Doctor radisch gets on the stand,
looks David Rudolf dead in the eye,
and says
with one hundred percent medical certainty
that she believes Kathleen was strangled.
That same woman had the same certainty
about Kathleen being beaten in the head
with a weapon that Mr. Duane deaver said,
with extreme confidence,
Michael must have used,
when in fact it was
collecting dust in the garage!
The episode's too long.
To add the cartilage,
you have to cut something.
What would you lose?
Yes, I'm very curious to hear.
You know, we won an Oscar
without any help from you.
We don't have time to bicker.
We're on a deadline.
Denis, I'm asking you: What would you cut?
The scene with him and Clayton.
Waxing poetic about age, the ego
no, no, no. I'm not cutting that. It's
a key scene for understanding Michael.
What is the obsession with
'understanding' Michael?
He's a liar!
Shit! No one can understand a guy
like that! That's the thing!
Oh, well, he's just the main character
of the show, that's all.
Yes, of a show where we know the ending.
He's guilty!
The jurors said they convicted him
on the physical evidence,
specifically citing radisch's testimony
about the cartilage!
That's the picture the prosecutors
painted of him from the beginning.
We can't support any kind of slander.
Right?
He deserves an accurate portrait,
a balanced one.
Accurate?
What, you know what's accurate, then?
You don't even know this guy.
But I do. We've been writing each other.
What?
For how long?
Five. Six months.
Oh, merde.
Oh, get over yourselves.
You spent two years drinking
the man's wine and laughing at his jokes.
I'm just sending him postcards and books.
Books?
What books?
In search of lost time.
You send him proust?
Proust?!
Hey, yo, Staircase!
I ain't fucking done with you, you hear?
You hear me, yeah?
I ain't fucking done with you.
- Sit down!
- I ain't fucking done with you.
Sit down!
Take it to your table.
Dear Michael,
I was so happy to receive
your last letter.
As I read it, I could hear your voice,
which I have become so familiar with
over the past year.
Which is strange, since you have no idea
what I look like or sound like.
What do you hear when you read my letters?
Brigitte Bardot or Pepe Le Pew?
Yes, the documentary is going well,
thank you for asking.
I'm working day and night
to get it finished,
and I remain convinced
that once the world sees it,
it will help your appeal.
You gonna stab me
with that pen, Staircase?
I was thinking I could just off myself.
Boom, boom, boom.
What do you think?
They'd make me clean it up.
You know about stamps, right?
They're better than money.
Bring 50 "37s" to the yard,
and we'll take care
of your problem for you.
Or don't. Up to you.
November 2001
one month before Kathleen's death
incumbent clement defeats
novelist Peterson in a landslide
Sorry about the election, Michael.
You know I voted for you.
You were the one?
Ms. Margaret ratliff
Tulane university
I'm so fucking disappointed in you.
I can't believe you opened my mail.
My house, my mail.
And don't change the subject.
This is serious.
Tulane is going to take
your scholarship away.
Well, I'm sorry.
Look, Dad, I'm just,
I'm struggling at the moment.
Yeah, well, sorry doesn't cut it, missy!
These grades are laughable!
What the fuck are you doing down there
in New Orleans anyway?
- Trying to get the most beads?
- Gross. No.
Look, Dad, I really,
I really feel like there's
something wrong with me.
I've always had issues.
My friends think that I
have a learning disability
Margie the Martyr.
That's just medical jargon for lazy,
which I agree you've always been.
Why are you being so awful?
- I'm going to call Mom.
- Go right ahead.
Kathleen and I are on the same page.
And guess what?
We're not paying for
your plane ticket home
for Thanksgiving.
Dad, stop.
We need to start saving money
for when they drop
your financial aid.
Are you kidding me?
I hate him.
What did you do this time?
I'm not going home for Thanksgiving.
He's not getting me my plane ticket.
Shit.
Was he, like, normal dad angry
or was it like spring break angry?
I don't know. I don't know. He was
something.
Well, if you're not going,
I'm staying in San Francisco.
Bill, we need to be patient.
The appellate court
has had it for months now.
Look, it's all about
how many appeals were filed
ahead of yours.
Do you think that there's any chance
that we could expedite
with an oral argument?
Our case is strong. You said so yourself.
Just sit tight. This is going to be in
the rearview in no time.
I need to get back to the kids.
Okay. How are they doing?
You know, their 60-year-old father
was just brutally assaulted by a meth head
and thrown into
solitary confinement for a week.
How do you think they're doing?
I'm doing everything
in my power to help him, Bill.
And I'm selling everything the man owned
to keep writing you checks.
So you learning Spanish?
No. No, you don't really need to.
I mean, Cabo's mostly resort town.
Lot of Americans.
That's why the timeshare
business is booming.
Here.
The girls, man.
You know, you should come down sometime.
Nate knows all the good spots.
Yeah, I don't see Becky
letting me do that.
What do you mean "letting" you do that?
Just bring her.
Hey.
Get over here.
- Got the stamps?
- Fifty, right?
Yo, Staircase.
What's good?
Hi. Nice to meet you.
Jesus!
He alright?
He's worried you won't
be cool because he's white.
That true? My skin make you nervous?
What? No.
- Does it make you nervous?
- No, of course not.
I can tell by the way
you said that you're lying.
- I don't like liars.
- I'm not.
I don't know how things work.
Hey, we ain't got a problem taking
a white guy's money.
Unless you're in the Brotherhood.
You're not a Nazi, Staircase?
No, of course not.
I voted for Gore.
"Voted for Gore."
Alright, man, we all set.
Hit me up every Monday, you stay set.
You ain't got to worry
about that crackhead no more.
Alright, man.
You lift?
Dear Sophie,
despite my doubts about a higher power,
my hands are clasped in prayer for you
to get the documentary out
sooner rather than later.
My appeal is set to be decided on
in less than three months.
I always felt the documentary
was the best way
for people to hear my side of the story.
I feel I must ask a question
that is long overdue.
Why on earth are you still writing to me?
You're a smart, accomplished woman
in the prime of her life
who sounds surprisingly like Pepe Le Pew.
And I'm a convicted criminal
waiting for some assholes in black robes
to admit mistakes were made and free me.
The fractured cartilage
in Kathleen's thyroid indicates
a strangulation attempt is
merely possible.
I would say it was highly, highly likely
an attempt at strangulation was made.
But can you say that
with a reasonable degree
of medical certainty?
Yes. Yes, I can.
I need to head home.
Edith is waiting for me.
How do you think the cartilage was broken?
She could have broken it in that pool
accident, or falling down the stairs.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
That's exactly my point. We can't know.
I feel like I feel like if I met
Michael,
if I had an hour with him,
I could make sense of all this.
I doubt it.
Good night.
See you tomorrow.
Of course, I miss her.
I miss seeing her face every morning.
I miss her laughing at my jokes,
even when they weren't funny.
What can I do about it, you know?
Her being gone and this trial,
I can't change any of it.
I'm worried about you.
A great deal of selfishness and ego
goes away with age.
You can't help it, you know.
You watch yourself get old
and fat and stupid.
And so you worry about other things.
Other people.
Those you love.
Like you guys.
- Kathleen.
- Carol.
Hi. Hi!
I can't believe this.
I was just talking about you last night.
I was telling my friends
how you set me free.
Okay.
- It is good to see you.
- You too. You look good.
Yeah, I am good.
- Where are you working now?
- Bowman and Girard.
It's a mid-sized firm downtown.
Money's good?
Not great.
About little more than half
of what I was making.
But it's fine.
The hours are completely humane.
You know, when I took a step back
away from it all,
I can see I was really
struggling at Nortel.
But it used to be fun, right?
I mean, it was work,
but we were doing pretty well.
Yeah.
Then it changed.
Now, I can actually see my kids.
We've even got a Club Med trip planned.
Turks and Caicos.
- Can you believe it?
- That's great, Carol.
It's really great.
Hi.
Hi. This is a family heirloom.
I'm sorry, it's not for sale.
I'm sorry.
Larry. You should have called, Larry.
We would have let you in first.
That's okay.
Didn't want to be a bother.
But weren't there two?
- Two what?
- Deer.
To be honest, I have no idea.
How much you want for this bad boy?
- Oh no, no, no, no.
- Nonsense.
Michael needs the money.
Let's call it a hundred.
Thank you.
Remember, I'm right
next door if you need me.
Come on.
I'm retired now.
Got nothing but time.
So, for my peace of mind,
I need someone dedicated
to making the commissary
deposits every week.
It's all my food,
writing materials, stamps.
- It's everything.
- I can take over.
No, I've got it.
I've done it the past six months.
It's fine.
Yeah. But you're in Mexico,
and I'm in the states. It's easier.
You know they have banks in Mexico.
I'm just trying to give you a break.
Let's just say it's Todd, okay.
It's Todd. You get the dogs.
I hate those fucking dogs.
You know, Bill's expecting a good haul
from the estate sale.
And the house? Any interest?
We're less optimistic there.
What's that supposed to mean?
It's looking like it's going
to go for less than asking.
What, like a million?
More like seven-fifty. Seven.
Seven? Are you kidding me?
It's got six fucking bathrooms! Why?
Because of what happened in there.
So I'm going to be broke
when I get out of here.
Yo, man,
I don't have to fucking be here!
Okay, okay.
I fucking don't.
- This is horrible.
- Clay.
It is. I don't know how I survived.
You only did four years.
- I know.
- And you were guilty.
Sorry.
Sorry. I'm just,
I'm just upset about losing the house.
Tell me
was it frightening? Being in a house
with a potential murderer?
Of course, of course.
And the house was something out of
a horror movie. So many rooms
plunged in darkness
floorboards that creak
and everywhere, shadows and secrets.
No, that's not it.
I want something simpler, more refined.
Ok?
I know it's a sensitive subject
But may we discuss the private screening
we asked about the other day?
We're not there yet. There are still
some questions that we need to answer.
Let's let the master finish.
The premier is in a month and a half.
I think it will be better to wait for
the final version, with music!
It's getting closer, right?
We need Sophie off the project.
She's biased. It shows in her work.
The stakes are too high.
I sign off on every cut she makes.
She's never acted like this before.
Something stinks.
We're not firing her a month before
the end. It doesn't make sense.
She has to go.
That was good. But, even softer,
more mournful.
Like a funeral march. Ok? Thank you.
Why not?
It would give her more time
to consort with felons.
Don't get me wrong, I'd be doing the same
thing if I were married to her husband.
Okay. Slower still, yes?
Look,
I've thought about it
and I understand your concern.
If you want, I'll stop writing him.
It's a good start.
I'm not doing it for you,
or for Jean.
I'm doing it for the show.
Well, if that's true,
and we're all in agreement
the quality of the series is Paramount,
then I trust we can revisit
the cartilage scene.
Oh, god. I come here, and I make
a gesture of good will and
She's right, why would you say that?
Are you serious?
Why? Now, wait a minute. You ask
my opinion, I give it to you and
She edits, I direct, you produce.
You're not supposed to intervene
in artistic decisions.
Thoughts?
Notes?
One more time, please.
Dear Michael,
I've so enjoyed our correspondence.
Perhaps too much.
Because of that, I need distance,
and I will be taking
a break from writing you.
I hope you understand.
To keep you occupied, I'm
sending along another book,
since you're sticking to your lie
that you finished Proust.
It was my favorite as a young girl.
But I haven't read it in years.
I'm hoping you can read it
and then tell me
if it's as good as I remember.
I fear my memory has distorted
my perception of it.
Hopefully, you can tell me I'm wrong.
Fondly, Sophie.
Dear Sophie, I'm sad to know
you can't write me for a time.
But I understand.
I know how complicated life can be.
I felt I had to respond
to thank you for the book, though.
It was also one of my
favorites when I was young.
I've often felt like Alice
during this whole ordeal.
Like I've gone through the looking glass.
And prison is every bit
the hell it's made out to be.
Worse than war.
Hell, war was even fun sometimes.
But it's full of interesting people
who can be funny, gentle, loyal.
It's hard to square up with
what I know they've done.
Head count, gentlemen.
Let's go, gentlemen.
It'll make for a good novel one day.
I can feel my imagination turning on
thanks to you.
Alice's adventures in
wonderland
I've actually been thinking
a lot about Paris lately.
Closing my eyes and imagining
this little cafe Kathleen and I used
to frequent in the 4th.
La Reine Rouge. Do you know it?
When I win my appeal,
I would like nothing more
than to go there with you.
We could sit, have a glass
of wine, and people watch.
I feel like you'd enjoy that too.
Your documentary subject
and hopefully one day, friend,
Michael Peterson.
are they here yet?
No, not yet.
A moment of peace before the tempest.
And something else. From your pen pal.
Oh, merci.
Nope. Nope, nope.
Can you say that with reasonable degree
of medical certainty?
Yes. Yes, I can.
Okay.
Et voila
No, let it run.
Why? That's the clip.
The whole point of Rudolph's cross
examination is that Dr. Radisch's findings
aren't applicable to the other homicides.
Medical certainty isn't proof in itself.
But, she doesn't blink.
We cut here and that's
the essence of the scene.
Denis is right.
What's got into you? Are you feeling okay?
No. I was against including this scene,
but if we use it, I'd cut here.
But if we are going to include it,
that's sufficient.
Yes but it implies that we,
the filmmakers, think that he's guilty.
And narratively,
we risk giving away the ending
only halfway through the series.
Run the scene with Clayton again.
Clayton?
We wanted to immerse the audience
in the American justice system
warts and all. Did we not?
It was a good idea, but the episode
was better before.
So, we lock the episode the way it is.
No cartilage and we keep
the scene with Clayton.
But wait
No! End of conversation.
We're not talking about it anymore.
I've made my decision.
The scene with Clayton stays.
Period.
You are such an egocentric asshole.
- Denis-
- no, no, no.
I put my reputation on the line for this!
Got them to expand it
from two to eight hours
shelled out my own money
to get it going.
I never asked you to do that.
I made huge promises to our backers.
And we're not going to deliver.
I'm killing myself to deliver
this fucking thing!
I kill myself for these films of ours!
You get all the interviews,
the applause
while I stay in the shadows,
doing the dirty work!
Like fucking quasimodo!
You didn't even want to follow this case.
I pushed for it.
Are you finished?
No.
You don't respect me.
We could've made something special.
Something that made history.
Lose cartilage, keep Clayton. Yes?
Yes.
It's too hot outside for that shit.
You girls were really
something tonight. Come on in.
Can't stop, won't stop.
Okay.
Come on in. We'll show you the place.
I like it. I like it.
2,400 square feet.
Brand new construction.
A tub you could drown in.
And fuck me,
the pool.
It's a goddamn work of art.
You ladies,
yeah, you'd look pretty good next to it.
When you come to Cabo,
no one knows who you are.
You can do anything you want.
It's fantastic.
Well, my family's been
vacationing here for years,
so everybody knows us.
Well, that's exactly why
you need this place.
And I'm telling you, we could have you
in this condo by Monday.
Easily.
Keys in hand. Done, yours.
That is crazy.
Real estate takes forever in Boston.
Well, you know,
things are faster down here.
Ten rolls of stamps, please.
- Any stationery?
- Not today. No.
And one of those honey buns, actually.
Alright.
Try again next week.
Try again?
- No money, no order.
- What?
There's no money in your account.
No, my son Todd puts,
puts money in every week.
Just look again.
Why would I look again
when there's nothing to see?
Check next week.
You don't understand. I need this.
I really need this.
Step out of line, 640.
- Please, I don't
- Now.
- No, I need this!
- Step out of line now!
- Hey, Staircase.
- Hey.
Hey, BK. How's it going?
Chillin'. You seem hyped though.
I don't have the stamps.
Not today.
Soon.
I see.
I just need one more day. That's all.
I need the stamps,
or J-Smoke gonna fuck your ass up.
This ain't no damn charity.
Start the game over.
So my son forgot.
He didn't put money in the
It's a free country.
Stand where you got to stand.
Thank you.
Fuck! Fuck!
Oh shit!
Oh shit!
Oh my god.
Pick up, Nate. Pick up, Nate.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Dude. What happened last night?
Are you joking?
There's blood.
Goddamn it, dude.
You fucked up the whole deal.
Nate, what happened to the girl?
- What girl?
- The one that I was,
that I was hanging with,
the girl with the pink bra.
What? She left right after you fell
and hit your head or something.
You better not have fucked the place up.
Yo, Todd.
Yeah. So she's okay?
Whatever. She's got
a massive fucking hangover.
But look, bro,
you need to lock your shit down.
Otherwise, we're gonna have to rethink
this whole business arrangement.
And I set my account to auto-pay,
so it'll never happen again.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
Yeah, of course, Dad.
What the hell happened with Todd?
It's not like him.
I don't know, he must be really busy
with his real estate thing.
He says it's going really well.
Good for him.
Hey. Dad.
It's just, this is a lot.
I wasn't going to mention this
until things were
What? Oh god, what? What is it?
No, it's good. Becky's pregnant.
You're going to be a grandfather.
Come here.
Alright, 640, make space.
Well,
I hope my appeal comes through
before he's born.
You know, I want to be there for you.
Well, David says any day now.
And we think it's going to be a she.
A she?
Now girls are a handful.
You know that, don't you?
Yeah, that's
what I keep hearing.
Yeah.
Oh my god.
Whoa, Margaret,
what are you talking about?
Dad didn't tell you?
I thought you were on the same page.
Wait. What happened?
He went through my mail,
found out I got some bad grades,
and flipped out, that's what happened.
He told me you weren't going
to buy me a ticket home for Thanksgiving.
So, I'm not coming.
Well, no,
I can give you the money for a ticket.
Mike doesn't need to know.
It's too late. I made other plans.
With who?
I'm going to Aunt Blair's.
Aunt Blair's?
Come on, you do not want
to go to Rhode Island.
Whatever. I've got to study.
I'll see you at Christmas, if I'm invited.
Kathleen.
Your table's ready.
It's been too long.
George, so good to see you.
She really did seem lighter
not working at Nortel, you know?
There was a brightness to her.
- Good for her.
- Check in with her in six months.
- What does that mean?
- Well, she's
She'll be tearing
her hair out with boredom.
She's addicted to the grind.
Another bottle?
It's pricey.
You really think you have
everyone's number, don't you?
I mean, I think I got Carol's.
I'd love for someone to take the wheel.
Have an easier job. No job.
What are you talking about?
You're a workaholic, too.
What would you even do?
Go fishing more, for starters.
No, you wouldn't.
Everything okay, Mr. Peterson?
Yes, George. Fantastic.
Another Sancerre.
Fine choice, Mr. Peterson.
Kathleen,
I've been meaning to tell you.
We're going to my sister's
for Thanksgiving.
So thank you for the invitation, but
Maybe just I can come?
Well, I'm thinking of sitting
this year out, actually.
Really?
Yes, Kathleen, do say more.
Well, some of the kids aren't coming home.
Who?
Don't you look so surprised.
Margaret.
She's going to Rhode Island
to be with Aunt Blair.
Aunt Blair?
Jesus, that kid's
a glutton for punishment.
What about Martha?
She hasn't picked up her phone.
I'm sorry, honey.
I know how important
Thanksgiving is to you.
No, it's okay.
My sister's been begging
to host for a decade,
so I might just take a page
out of the Carol playbook
and take the night off.
Hey. A toast to giving ourselves a break.
Yeah. To what's her name?
- Carol.
- Carol?
- To Carol.
- To Carol.
So, since we're going to be out of town,
you know what that means, buddy?
- What?
- You're going to have
to come over and feed the bats.
Have we told you the latest
with those fucking things?
Who knew they were so hard to get rid of?
Do you mind?
Thanks.
You know, for the assist.
The other day, you know.
Not telling me to scram.
Sorry to hear what happened.
That's all sorted out now, so I'm
No, I'm good for a while.
You know,
my youngest was busy with work.
And my oldest, Clayton?
I'm going to be a grandfather.
You're really relaxed.
When I lost, it took me a minute.
Lost? Lost what?
In October 2003,
novelist Michael Peterson was convicted
of the murder of his wife,
Nortel executive Kathleen Peterson.
His defense team led by David Rudolf
immediately filed for an appeal.
But today, a three-judge panel
rejected Peterson's arguments
that his trial was filled
with inflammatory, irrelevant evidence
and judicial mistakes that prevented him
from getting a fair trial.
The decision comes nearly
a year after his conviction.
Now, Michael Peterson and his defense team
are headed to the
North Carolina Supreme Court
where they will have one final
Hang on a second. Can you hear me?
- Can you hear me?
- Yeah, I can hear you.
Okay. Look, Mike,
we obviously didn't want you
to find out this way, alright?
I'm sorry.
Oh, you didn't want me
to find out standing
next to Bob the pedophile?
You didn't think that was ideal?
Look, I understand your anger, Mike.
It was one appeal
in a stack of a thousand.
We didn't know
when we were going to hear,
and we can't exactly just,
you know, ring your doorbell.
What does it say? What does it say?
The ruling? Can you send me a copy?
Yeah, we'll send it.
Of course, we'll send it.
It says, you know, they actually agreed
with our argument that the state's conduct
in seizing your computer
was unconstitutional.
So why am I still fucking here?
Because then they ruled
two-to-one that it was
immaterial to the final outcome.
Wait, immaterial to the outcome?
My fucking life. The outcome?
Yes. That what they found on your computer
didn't sway the jury one way or another.
Well, listen.
Because it was a split decision,
the appeal automatically goes up
to the state supreme court.
And our odds are much better
at that level.
So how long will that take?
Well, could be another year.
- Or two.
- Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I know. Well,
I am with you
until this is over.
Right here.
You know that, right?
Come on, I can't get off this call
if you're mad at me.
No, I'm not mad, Dave.
I got to go.
Alright.
Let me,
let me see if I can get her.
Can you guys,
can you guys hold on?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I'm here.
Okay, cool. One second.
- You okay, bro?
- Yeah.
Yeah, all good.
Hey.
I can be in San Francisco tomorrow.
I'm fine.
Okay, let me loop the boys in.
So what's important to remember
is that this isn't the end.
There's going to be a second appeal.
Is this just going to go on for years?
It has not been years.
It's been, what, maybe ten months?
It's been three years since Mom
Look, we just need to buckle up.
Alright? Refuel.
Right. There's still moves
left on the board.
Yeah. It'll all be fine.
Bonjour.
Welcome to the premier of the staircase.
We've worked on this project
for three years straight,
using over five hundred hours of footage.
Every time we tried to make it shorter,
we found things to add.
I believe there is nothing else to add
except that I hope you
appreciate the show,
into which we have put a lot of time,
a lot of energy,
and a lot of love. Thank you.
No.
I'm sorry about Michael.
One night, she was
You know, this house is filled
It's not fair.
with so many memories.
You know, I feel her here.
Tomorrow is another day.
I just always think
she might walk through
that door any moment.
Smiling, laughing,
reminding me that I'm late for something.
I just have to say: It's a masterpiece.
I know I should be humble
and just say thank you but
I agree!
I've always known this was special.
This is good, right?
This is good.
Your husband? He never came?
No.
Marie?
No, she just wanted to
stay home with the kids.
You know, I wanted to tell you:
If this show works,
it will be because of you.
You are the beating heart of this project
my old friend.
Oh, Jean-Xavier
And it will make a difference
when he appeals.
I hope you're right.
It'll be a hit, I'm sure of it.
Yes, I think so, too.
Sophie brussard
Margaret ratliff
Hi.
- Oh my god.
- Oh god.
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to
I got it. I got it.
I got it. I got it.
I didn't mean to scare you.
- You're new here, right?
- Yeah, kinda.
Dearest Margaret,
We've never met, but I spent
many precious hours
with you and your family.
This documentary is
the result of those hours.
We hope we did justice
to your family's story.
Please know that to me,
this is not the end.
Yours truly, Sophie,
editor, Maha Productions.
Hey, 640.
Visiting hours.
What?
Staircase.
Michael.
Sophie.
You're here.
I am here.
Yes.