It's been a riveting ride, even if we're still wondering about the main question as much as we were in Episode One.
Basu: Let's talk about luck.
Throughout the series, we've heard Koenig go back and forth on her feelings about the case, whether so-and-so is being honest, whether Adnan is just an insanely skilled liar or a guy whose fate has screwed him over. Dana Chivvis, the "logical" straight-shooter of Koenig's producers, tells it how it is: If Adnan didn't do it, he's supremely unlucky. He has a potential butt-dial to a girl only he knows, an absence of a couple hours that can't be explained, and a mess of phone records.
But if we're talking about luck, then it must be said that Adnan has some too. Yes, he's spent the better part of his adult life behind bars, and I don't mean to minimize that as a "lucky" experience in any sense. However, regardless of Adnan's innocence or guilt, he's lucky for the amount of attention—and now, at a national level—redirected to his situation. He has motions for a retrial in place, an attorney working on his behalf with the University of Virginia's Innocence Project who is trying to pinpoint whether untested DNA from Hae Min Lee’s body can be traced back to a potential serial rapist/murderer. He has a portion of the nation considering his innocence, even though the legal system pronounced him guilty long ago.
Adnan was, 12 weeks ago, just another cellmate in a Baltimore prison, a blip in the city's crime-ridden past. Today, he's fueling debate and speculation and getting renewed attention to a long-forgotten case. So Adnan is quite lucky compared to his fellow inmates, those who may or may not be innocent, whose stories will never reach the popular discussion the way Adnan's has, who may have better cases that prove their innocence.
Something we can't forget: The unluckiest is, without a doubt, Hae—the victim. Don's account of her as charming, beautiful, and headstrong is consistent with what we've learned before, adding up to a portrait of a girl stolen in her prime. Her death has become sensationalized by the media, and in the end, we remember that regardless of whether Jay or Adnan or Ronald Lee Moore or someone else entirely did it, a life was lost, a family was thrown into grief, and a community was broken. We can speculate and theorize all we want, but nothing erases the fact that one cold January afternoon, a girl with dreams was murdered.
Kilkenny: Adnan definitely has luck on his side: What are the odds that on the eve of his second appeal, what his lawyer C. Justin Brown calls his “last best chance at freedom,” the problems with case would be so exhaustively dissected for hundreds of thousands of listeners? Even Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood, which was serialized to great national attention in The New Yorker in 1965, never had this sense of real-time journalism. Those killers were definitely killers, and there was nothing Capote’s story, which was released after their execution, could do about it.