Best of season 1 - "FREAKIER FRIDAY STAR'S 84-MINUTE JAIL SENTENCE: Lindsay Lohan's Six Arrests, Seven Misdemeanors.

0:00 Celebrity Trials is kicking off season two with a new host and new name. Hey, I'm Garrett Fisher, and starting March sixteenth, I'll be the new host on Daily Crime and Justice. It's the same great show, now with extra crime and extra justice. In the meantime, please enjoy this encore performance of one of Celebrity Trials classic episodes. See you on March sixteenth. We'll miss you, Read Carter and wish you the best. Callaroga Shark Media. Good morning, I'm Read Carter and welcome to Celebrity Trials. Yesterday, something remarkable happened in movie theaters across America. Lindsay Lohan returned to the big screen in Freakier Friday, twenty two years after the original twenty two years.

0:49 That's longer than she'd been alive when she first played Anna Coleman, and between those two films a legal saga that would make even the most creative screenwriter say, come on, that's too much. Today and tomorrow, we're doing something different. We're telling the story of someone who didn't murder anyone, didn't dismember anybody, didn't text their kid into killing someone. Lindsay Lohan's biggest victim was Lindsay Lohan, but her journey through the American justice system reveals something just as disturbing as any murder case. How fame, addiction, and wealth create a parallel universe where consequences are more suggestion than certainty.

1:31 Picture this, a freckle faced eleven year old with red hair and a smile that could sell anything from jello to wonderbread. That was Lindsay Lohan in nineteen ninety eight, playing twins in The Parent Trap, Disney's newest Discovery, America's Sweetheart in Training. Now picture this that same girl, twenty one years old, stumbling out of a Beverly Hills police station at three AM with cocaine in her pocket and a blood alcohol level twice the legal limit. The trans information took less than a decade. How does that happen? How does a kid who had everything talent, beauty, money, opportunity end up with six mugshots and more time in rehab than most people spend in college. And more importantly, how does someone sentence to months in jail serve mere hours while regular people wrought in those same cells for far less. Let's start at the beginning, not the arrest record beginning, the real beginning, when Lindsay Lohan was just another kid from Long Island with stage parents and a dream.

2:32 Lindsay Morgan Lohan was born July Tewod nineteen eighty six in the Bronx. Her father, Michael, was a Wall Street trader who would later serve time for stock fraud. Her mother, Dina, was a former radio city roquette who saw dollar signs where she should have seen a daughter. By age three, Lindsay was modeling for Ford. By eleven, she was a movie star. But here's what nobody talks about when they discussed child stars, the loneliness. After Mean Girls exploded in two thousand and four, Lohan moved into hotels, not an apartment, hotels, the Four Seasons, the Chateau Marmont. For two years, she lived at the Chateau Marmond like some kind of teenage Howard Hughes. Later, she'd explain it, I didn't want to be alone, so whatever I needed, I could just go downstairs and there were people there. Think about that an eighteen year old girl, one of the most famous people in America, so desperately lonely. She lived in a hotel lobby for companionship. That's not Hollywood glamour. That's a tragedy waiting to happen. The parents useless. Michael Lohan was in and out of jail, in and out of their lives, selling stories to tabloids whenever he needed cash. Dina was too busy being Lindsay's mamager to actually be her mother.

3:53 Lindsay once said, I feel like a second parent in the sense that I helped raise my family. She was the readwinner, the caretaker, the adult in the room while she was still a teenager. By two thousand and six, the cracks were showing. She was attending alcoholics anonymous meetings at twenty. The girl who had everything was falling apart in public, and we all watched. We bought the magazines, we clicked the links, We made her destruction entertainment. Then came Memorial Day Weekend two thousand and seven, the beginning of the end, or maybe the end of the beginning. May twenty sixth, two thousand and seven, two forty five am, Sunset Boulevard, Lindsay Lohan's Mercedes Benz convertible jumps a curb and slams into a hedge when police arrived. They find more than just a drunk driver. They find cocaine. The blood test would later show a blood alcohol level of point one two, well above California's point zero eight limit.

4:55 This wasn't some teenager's first beer. This was a twenty year old woman so intoxicated she couldn't keep a car on the road with cocaine for dessert. She was supposed to start filming Poor Things that week. Instead, she checked into Promises Treatment center in Malibu. Promises even the name sounds like marketing. We promise you'll get better for ninety thousand dollars a month, they better promise something. Lindsay lasted forty five days. She got out July thirteenth, two thousand and seven, with an alcohol monitoring bracelet on her ankle voluntarily. Her people said, like that made it noble instead of necessary. Eleven days. That's how long her sobriety lasted eleven days.

5:38 July twenty fourth, two thousand and seven, one thirty five am. Pacific Coast Highway, Santa Monica. This time it wasn't just a crashed Mercedes. This time there was a chase. Here's what happened, according to police reports and witness statements. Lindsay's assistant quit. The assistant's mother came to pick her up from a party. Lindsay, drunken high jumped into a DENALISUV and chased them down pch at speeds that would make Nascar jealous. The assistant's mother called nine to one one terrified. I can't get her to stop following me, she told the dispatcher. When police finally pulled Lindsay over in a parking lot, she failed two breathalyzer tests. But wait, it gets better or worse, depending on your perspective. During the booking process, police found cocaine in her pocket. Her excuse, these weren't her pants, really, Lindsay, you're going with these aren't my pants? That's what every junkie in every jail in America says, and it never ever works. Oh and remember that voluntary alcohol monitoring bracelet. She was wearing it during the chase. It was literally recording her intoxication in real time while she was committing multiple felonies. The charges were spectacular. Two counts of driving under the influence, two counts of driving with a blood alcohol level above point zero eight, two counts of being under the influence of cocaine, one count of reckless driving, and because she'd lost her license after the first arrest, one count of driving on a suspended license. Seven misdemeanors at twenty one years old.

7:12 August twenty third, two thousand and seven. The plea deal. This is where the two tiered justice system really starts to show itself. Seven misdemeanors, including two DUIs and cocaine possession. The sentence one day in jail, ten days of community service, three years of probation. That's it. One day for comparison. I looked up California sentencing guidelines. A second DUI typically carries a mandatory minimum of ninety six hours in jail. That's four days, not one. And that's without the cocaine, without the reckless driving, without the suspended license. But Lindsey got twenty four hours. Want to know how long she actually served? Eighty four minutes, one hour and twenty four minutes. She checked into Lynnwood Correctional Facility at ten thirty pm on November fifteenth, two thousand and seven. She was released at eleven fifty four pm.

8:07 The Sheriff's department cited overcrowding overcrowding. The same jail where regular people serve their full sentences, sometimes more when they can't make bail, was too crowded for Lindsay Lohan. She served less time than it takes to watch Freaky Friday. Let me paint you a picture of what eighty four minutes in jail looks like. Processing takes about an hour fingerprints, photos, paperwork. She probably spent twenty minutes in an actual cell. Maybe she used the toilet, Maybe she sat on the bench and thought about her life, or maybe she just knew this was all for show, that her lawyer had already arranged her release before she ever walked in. Meanwhile, in that same jail, there were people serving months for the same crimes. People who couldn't afford Sean Holly, Lindsay's seven hundred dollars an hour attorney who had worked on the OJ Simpson Dream Team, people whose parents weren't selling exclusives to Okay magazine to pay for their defense, people who were actually being punished. Back in a moment, welcome back to celebrity trials. I'm read Carter, and we're exploring how Lindsay Lohan turned the criminal justice system into a revolving door with a VIP pass. After her eighty four minute incarceration, you'd think Lindsay might have taken the hint. Three years of probation is a long time. All she had to do was stay clean, go to her alcohol education classes,

9:39 and complete ten days of community service. For someone with unlimited resources, a driver assistance, and no actual job to report to, this should have been easy. It wasn't. See here's what people don't understand about addiction. It doesn't care about your bank account, It doesn't care about your talent, it doesn't care that you were in Mean Girls Arles. Addiction is democratic that way. It'll destroy anyone equally. The only difference is how long you can afford to keep the destruction private. Lindsay couldn't keep anything private. Every stumble was photographed, every fall documented. She became a walking reality show before reality shows were even a thing. The paparazzi followed her to AA meetings, to court ordered classes, to rehab facilities. They made millions off her misery. October two thousand and nine, two years into her three year probation, Lindsay shows up to a progress hearing over an hour late.

10:38 The judge Marcia Revel is not amused. Turns out Lindsay had been missing her alcohol education classes, the same classes that were keeping her out of jail. The judge extends her probation another year. But here's where it gets interesting. Judge Revel says something that should have been a warning. I wanted you to have your career, but you cannot thumb your nose at this court. Thumb your nose. That's a polite way of saying. Lindsay had been treating the justice system like a suggestion, not a requirement, and she was about to learn that even celebrity has its limits. May twenty ten, the Can Film Festival. Lindsey is there promoting a film she's supposedly starring in Inferno, where she'd play porn star Linda Lovelace. She's supposed to be at a mandatory court hearing in Beverly Hills on May twentieth.

11:36 Her excuse for missing it she lost her passport. She lost her passport in Can during the film festival, while partying on yachts and walking red carpets. The judge issued a bench warrant for her arrest, which was only lifted after Lindsay posted one hundred thousand dollars bail. When she finally appeared in court on May twenty fourth, Judge Revel had had enough. She ordered Lindsay to wear a scram bracelet. That's secure, continuous remote alcohol monitor for those keeping track. It tests your sweat every thirty minutes for alcohol, no drinking period. She also ordered random weekly drug testing. Two weeks later, June eighth, twenty ten, the MTV Movie Awards, Lindsey's scram bracelet goes off like a fire alarm. The device detected alcohol. Lindsay's excuse, the bracelet malfunctioned. Right, The same technology used to monitor thousands of offenders across the country just happened to malfunction at the exact moment. Lindsay was at a Hollywood party July sixth, twenty ten, the day Lindsay Lohan cried in court and I mean sobbed, ugly snot running makeup, destroying tears because Judge Revel was done playing games. The photos from that day are devastating.

12:58 Lindsay in a gray suit, trying to look responsible, her hair pulled back, minimal makeup going for the I'm taking this seriously look, but her fingernails told a different story. Someone zoomed in on her middle finger, written in tiny letters on the nail, fuck you. She had fuck you written on her fingernail while begging a judge for mercy. That's not defiance, that's delusion. Judge Revel sentenced her to ninety days in jail for violating probation, followed by ninety days in rehab. Lindsay's response, I did do everything that I was told to do and did the best I could. No, Lindsay, you didn't. You missed classes, you failed alcohol tests, you showed up late to court, you fled the country to avoid hearings. That's not doing your best. That's barely trying.

13:49 But here's the kicker of those ninety days in jail. She served fourteen two weeks, released early due to overcrowding and good behavior. Good behavior in two weeks, what did she do? Teach yoga to the other inmates. The rehab stint was equally meaningless. Ninety days became twenty three at UCLA Medical Center. Then she was released to outpatient treatment, which meant she could go home. The cycle continued. September twenty fourth, twenty ten, failed drug test cocaine and amphetamines. Back to jail, released the same day after posting bail. February twenty eleven. Arrested for stealing a two thousand, five hundred dollars necklace from a Venice jewelry store. The surveillance video is damning. She walks out wearing it, never pays.

14:39 Her excuse she was borrowing it from a store without asking. That's not borrowing, Lindsay, that's shoplifting. April twenty second, twenty eleven, Sentenced to one hundred twenty days in jail for the theft and probation violation. Served five hours, not days hours. She was fitted with an ankle monitor and sent home for house arrest, during which she threw parties, failed alcohol tests, and posted it all on social media. Are you seeing the pattern? Arrest, conviction, sentence, release, repeat. It's like the justice system had a revolving door with Lindsay's name on it. November twenty eleven, Back to jail for failing to complete community service at a women's shelter. She was supposed to do three hundred and sixty hours, she'd done barely any the excuse she didn't feel comfortable at the shelter, so they moved her to the Morgue, the Los Angeles County Morgue, because nothing says rehabilitation like making a drug addict organized dead bodies, even that she couldn't do right October twentieth, twenty eleven, she shows up late to her first day at the morgue, the day after a judge had literally just scolded her for being unreliable. She couldn't even be on time to community service at a morgue. Dead people were waiting for her, and she still could and show up.

16:01 The judge sentenced her to thirty days. She served four and a half hours. At this point, it wasn't even surprising anymore. It was expected. Lindsay Lohan goes to jail like most people go to the DMV. Annoying brief, ultimately meaningless. By twenty twelve, she'd been to court twenty times, twenty appearances before four different judges, six probation violations, two DUIs, one theft, countless failed drug tests. Total time served less than two weeks. Total time in rehab over two hundred and fifty days, but spread across so many facilities. It was basically a tour of Southern California's treatment centers. Let me put this in perspective. In twenty ten, a woman named Patricia Spotted Crow in Oklahoma was sentenced to twelve years in prison for selling thirty one dollars worth of marijuana, first offense. She had kids. She served two years before public outcry got her released. Lindsay Lohan poisoned herself and others by driving drunk and high, stole property, violated probation repeatedly, and served less time than it takes to binge watch a season of her reality show, That's not Justice, That's celebrity privilege wrapped in a legal bow. Tomorrow, we'll explore how Lindsay finally hit rock bottom, found her way out, and managed something even more shocking than her arrests, a comeback.

17:33 We'll talk about the bling ring breaking into her house, her escape to Dubai, and how Freakier Friday represents more than just a sequel. It's a redemption story Hollywood didn't think was possible, but today sit with this. A young woman was failed by everyone who should have protected her, her parents who saw her as an ATM, the industry which enabled her addiction as long as she showed up to set the justice system which couldn't decide if she was a criminal or a celebrity, and us, the public who turned her break down into entertainment. Lindsay Lohan didn't need eighty four minutes in jail. She needed help, real help, not ninety thousand dollars a month Malibu Spa rehab, but actual consequences and actual treatment. Instead, she got hashtags and headlines I'm read Carter, and this is Celebrity Trials. Tomorrow we'll see how Lindsay Lohan finally saved herself when nobody else would. But today, remember this fame isn't a get out of jail free card. It's a prison of its own.

18:36 See you tomorrow,