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Were you afraid... because
you thought that he might kill you?

We oppose bail.

Ten-million bond
and two-million cash.

Whatever my faults,
my transgressions,

my love for you...

You have a daughter.

Is your wife being treated
for a psychological disorder?

Be very careful, Dr. Fraser.

You need to hire
your own attorney.

The police
will wanna secure your cooperation.

I get a feeling your
daughter is hiding something.

There was an active camera
a block away from the scene.

What is this?

The only people of relevance in the area,
around the time,

are you and your husband.

You mentioned Haley Fitzgerald.

People hire me to create muck.

That's what I can give
you and your husband.

Muck.

I was on one of my walks.

One of your walks.

Yes.

One of my walks.
That's what I do.

That's how I ground
myself. I walk.

Is that really so
difficult to comprehend?

That you happened
to ground yourself

by walking within footsteps

of your husband's
bludgeoned-to-death lover.

Yeah, it bumps me.

I'm not saying it's bad.

Perhaps I could suggest
that you killed her?

Did you?

Are you making a joke?

I don't make
jokes. I'm not funny.

Luckily for you, not Jonathan...

the police have more images
of you grounding yourself,

walking,
after the time of death.

You're no longer on
their radar as a suspect.

But they still think
you're withholding.

Why?

Because it's what rich,

entitled people do
when threatened.

They conceal the ugly truths,

to protect themselves,

their family units,
their places in society.

Their public image.

And they think they
can get away with it,

because they're rich.

- I'm not withholding.
- Whether you are or not...

Eyes here, please.

Don't do it with me. Ever.

Anything else?

Apart from your
grounding walkabout.

Any more secrets?

No.

Tell me more about
Elena's husband.

You said that he
struck you as volatile.

Very.

- How very? - Just... very.

That's not terribly specific.

Are we talking about
something more than that?

Come on.

Give it the old trained
clinical psychologist try.

Why are you testing me?

Because this case
may come down to you.

And before I put
you on the stand,

I have to kick the tires.

On the stand?

No.

No.

I'm not going on the stand.

You see Haley?

I don't like her.

So what?

You're not paying her to be your friend,
Grace.

Lawyers are like car mechanics.

You pay them to
fix your problems.

For bedside manner,
I always have you.

Oh, so now I'm the enemy.

No, I didn't say that.

- Can I get something for you, miss?
- Oh, no, thank you, Irma.

I'm fine. I'm not hungry.

So what are you saying?

I just need a little
unconditional support

from my loving father
right now. That would be...

That would be nice.

Well,
thank you so much for doing this.

I'm doing it for Franklin.

How'd you get that
bruise on your face?

I was attacked by a...

a... one of my friends here.

And you bit him.

I did, yes.

Somewhere amidst the pile-on,

when half the prison
joined in the fun.

Self-defense, you know.

Don't bite anybody else.

Okay, I need to get you out.

I can better start
shaping the narrative

with you as a quasi-free man.

The bail is two million. I'm
guessing you don't have that.

- I don't. No.
- What about family?

Parents? Siblings?
Favorite uncle?

Well, I,
I'm estranged from my family.

Why is that?

Is it important?

It is.

Especially since you seem to
be estranged from everybody.

Well,
I haven't really spoken to my family

since I left for college. Um...

They would lack the means,

as well as the inclination,
to help with bail.

Are there any more
Elenas out there?

Mm.

Other women
you've been involved with

during the course
of your marriage.

I will find out.

And you might as
well tell me now.

Were there any others?

There was one.

Uh, just a one-off years ago.

I'd lost a patient,
and I was, uh,

you know,
in a mess. I was distraught, and...

And you had a lapse.

Yeah.

And how many others?

No, like I said, just the one.

Are you gonna be
able to defend me,

Haley, or not?

I'll be able to defend you
best if I'm not surprised.

Well, there was no one else,
apart from Elena.

Elena,
and the one where you were distraught.

The sad fuck.

Is that supposed to be funny?

I'm not funny.

I'll need her name.

- Thank you for coming.
- My pleasure.

Uh...

I'm kind of a glutton
for punishment.

This thing...

It's like the trial
of a lifetime.

So the opportunity for
me to relive losing it...

- I'm sorry. Um...
- I'm, I'm kidding.

You know,
if it was somebody I loved

whose ass was on the line,
I'd...

I'd be wanting Haley Fitzgerald
instead of me, too.

So...

Do you think that he
might be innocent?

Jonathan.

That's what you
wanted to ask me?

There's something to be
said for objectivity, so I just...

My gut instinct is "yes."

He could be innocent.

You know,
brain's connected to the gut.

They got scientific
evidence of that now.

- You know that, of course, you being a shrink and all.
- Yeah.

I still think he's a dick.

Just not one who'd
commit murder.

Haley feels that it's important
that he gets out on a bail.

She feels it would present
him to a potential jury pool

in a more favorable light, and he'll
be able to contribute to his defense

in a more meaningful way.

I assume this is
when your loving father

gives his unconditional
support a test drive?

Are you all planning to live
together like a family again?

- No. No. - Okay.

Jonathan will live in the apartment,
and, and...

Henry and I will
continue to live with you,

if that's okay.

- Mark. - Sir.

Good day, sir.

Thank you, Robert.

Move it!

Let's go!

Move it! Let's go!

Well,
I can't imagine what you must think of me.

I cer... I certainly understand

why you would
not feel comfortable

putting up my bail.

- But, uh... - Stop.

I'm not here for
your understanding.

I'm here to look at you.

I'm here to make sure
that you understand me.

I think you're guilty.

I believe you killed that woman.

Grace... makes room for
the possibility that you did not.

And perhaps because she
so rarely asks for my help,

I find myself...

ill-equipped to refuse it.

But should you run,

should you do anything to
further harm my daughter,

my grandson,

I will track you down.

And I will kill you, myself.

Thank you.

I'll make good
with your daughter.

With Henry.

And I will make good with you.

I'm done here.

Get up. Let's go.

Please make a path.

I'm gonna say,
I'm gonna say this,

and then I, I would be g-grateful
if you would leave us alone.

I'm obviously very
happy to be out,

and beyond that,

I look forward to
clearing my name in court,

and proving that I'm
innocent of this crime.

Thank you very much. There
will be no more questions.

Thanks, Hugh.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm, I'm sorry.

You're not in trouble, Henry.

Then why am I here?

I would just like to
know what was said.

What was said?

I would just like to
know what was said

between you and Miguel Alves.

"Hi," was said.

By me.

Miguel didn't say anything.

You just said "hi"?

Well, after I said "sorry."

You said "sorry" to Miguel.

- Yes.
- And what were you sorry for?

I bumped into him by accident.

So I said "sorry."
It's one of the five C's:

Character, courage, conscience,

charity, and courtesy.

I said "sorry" out of courtesy.

Huh.

Thank you.

I already regret it.

I'm, I'm, I'm,

I'm not going to play the role

of brokering you back together again,
you know.

I'm not.

You never liked him.

No.

No, I never did.

Jonathan upset me
in a profound way

the minute I first
set eyes on him.

I did ask you what it
was you loved about him.

I asked you whether he
seemed so perfect for you

because you had explained to him

exactly what "perfect
for you" meant.

And he was just giving
back what you wanted.

I know you're angry.

I'm furious. I'm furious with myself,
Grace.

For not putting up a fight.

God.

They wanna kick
Henry out of school.

What?

Yeah.

Yeah.

They want him to be homeschooled

until all of this is over.

Excuse me.

The police are back.

We hate to be such a nuisance.

But you continue to be.

- Far be it from us to give you advice, Doctor, but...
- Then don't.

But are we to understand
you've allowed your husband

back into your home?

My personal life
is none of your business.

Why would
you think that? Hmm?

Your personal life,

your husband's personal life,

is our primary business of late.

What do you want?

- Can you, can you sit for a second?
- No. I would prefer to stand.

How well did you
know Elena Alves?

- Are we back to that?
- She called you.

Many times,
in the days before her death.

It's right there on her
phone. Your cell number.

Nothing to say?

I never,
ever spoke to Elena Alves.

Not on my cell phone.

Not on any other phone.

Yeah, that's true.

Her phone shows that those
calls were never answered.

Because you never picked up.

Why are you fucking with me?

- Did you know it was her? - No.

Because I don't pick up a
number when I don't recognize it.

- I assume that it's a telemarketer. I'd...
- Mm.

All right. Fine.

If you think maybe I was
the one that killed her, great.

Be sure to testify to that.

We're just trying to
get all the information.

Including, but not limited to,

- your relationship with the victim.
- I had...

- no relationship with her.
- Mm-hmm.

Other than I was on
a committee with her.

- And I walked...
- Evening, miss.

Good evening, Alan.

And I unwittingly

walked within a
block of her apartment

the night that she was killed.

You know she was an artist,
right?

A sculptor. Painter.

It was on the news.

- You never knew it before.
- So you never, uh...

posed for her?

Oh, fuck you. What?

We found something
in her basement storage.

I don't...

It's an oil portrait.

I would say she captured you...

rather well.

Don't you think?

Did you know?

No,
no. No, I had no idea.

You mean, like a portrait?

- Yes! A portrait.
- Christ.

And exceptionally detailed.

Well, I knew she was obsessed,
but, uh...

What are
the police making of it?

I don't know.

Or they're not
saying. They're just...

asking more questions
and I don't have the answers.

We'll get through this.

We'll get through this somehow.

- Jonathan, stop.
- We will. We will. We will.

We're not in this together.

We're not.

You stand accused of a crime

that maybe you did,
maybe you didn't do.

And I'm gonna play the role.

The assigned role of the wife.

And that's it.

Well, then, I'll just pray that
I... make my way back to you.

You know, what we had,
you and I, was...

It's too big to
undo just like that.

- I didn't...
- But you did. You managed to undo it, didn't you?

Whatever I feel for you,

it doesn't matter,
because my mind

is stronger than my heart.

You know that about me.

And while you may not be a murderer,
you're...

You're not my husband.

You'll never be my husband.

Come on.

Come here.

Come here. Come on.

Come on.

It's me. It's me. It's me.

- It's me. It's me.
- Why would you...

I can't.

- It's me.
- Stop it. Please stop.

Stop. Just
stop it. Stop it now.

No. No.

No.

Come on.

The bail, you will recall,

was set at ten million bond,
two million cash,

a number Dr. Fraser
has presumably met.

It is white privilege.

You think that if it
was the husband,

or any black man,
that he would have been granted bail?

This was a vicious murder.

The woman's head
was nearly liquefied.

He's not a threat to society?

It's obscene.

Franklin.

Hi, dear. - Aah.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi. Come say hello. - Hi.

- Hello. How are you?
- You run off.

- Good. - Tell them I'm sorry.

- Tell Miss Hatsy it's my fault.
- Bye.

I've told Grace a
thousand times,

but if there's
anything I can do.

You're a dear,
dear girl and she knows it. So do I.

How is she?

- Just...
- She's always so... stoic. How is she, really?

Really?

I don't know. I don't
know whether I ever knew.

Ah. She's just
Grace being Grace.

My date has just appeared.

You have fun.

Oh, I intend to.

He didn't do anything wrong.

Why homeschool him, then?

Well, we just feel it would
be in the best interest

- of everyone, if Henry, for the time being...
- Why?

With the trial approaching,

the distraction serves no one.

You told my daughter

that Reardon would
be there for Henry.

That the community was...

- steadfast. - I did, but...

Henry's life has
been ripped apart.

If ever an overpriced,
self-important,

full-of-shit school
needed to step up...

This is coming from the board.

They feel we need
to create distance

between Reardon
and all the ugliness.

I cannot exalt your
grandson's needs

at the expense of
the school's writ large.

Well, I can.

I've given a lot of money to this school,
Mr. Connaver.

And I've always considered it
a privilege to be able to do so.

But make no mistake.

I am a cocksucker.

And I don't mean
that in the sense of

gay belittlement,

as it's currently come
to be interpreted.

No.

I'm an old-fashioned cocksucker.

The more traditional kind.

The kind who fucks over
anyone who hurts me,

or a loved one.

You speak of ugliness,
Mr. Connaver.

You have not yet met ugliness.

Please.

- Hi.
- Hey, honey. Hey.

- It's all right.
- Are you okay?

Fine. I promise.

- Wh-what happened?
- I don't know.

I was... I
was walking in the park,

and I got lightheaded
and then...

Think I just went numb.

Hey. Hi.

Hey.

Jonathan.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. It was probably
just a bit of a panic attack,

and then s... stress.

Yeah.

- Hey, buddy. Hey.
- Hi.

- How you doing? You alright?
- Yeah.

So what are the doctors saying?

Um, they're just saying
that it was stress-induced,

and that I'm gonna be discharged,
so...

- All right. So, eyes open.
- Jonathan...

- please don't.
- Eyes open. Eyes open, please. Please.

Jonathan, come on.

- Please don't do this.
- And open, open, open. Open, please.

Can you track my finger?

- And touch my finger. Come on.
- Oh, please. Really?

Do it.

Yeah. And now your nose.

And, uh, finger.

And now nose. I
think you're okay.

I think you're okay.

Yeah. When can I get out?

Jesus. So what was it?

I don't know. They say,
uh,

they say it was just
an anxiety attack.

Anxiety. -

Why on Earth would
you have anxiety?

Is something going
on in your life?

You're funny.

Why don't you come
over to the house

one night this week
and we can have a,

I don't know,
a boozy sleepover. Just you and me.

Yeah, that sounds fun.

You okay?

You really okay?

Mm-hmm. I'm fine, I promise.

I'm thinking of you.

Okay. Bye.

May I come in?

Yeah, sure.

It's a wonderful instrument,
the violin.

Yeah. I, I like it.

Most kids at Reardon
want to play the drums,

and the bass,
and the guitar, and...

I, I like the violin.

'C-cause it's different.

Mm-hmm.

I heard you left your
footprint on Connaver's head.

Hmm.

He's a putz.

Well, hello.

Can I come in, please?

Please.

Thank you.

Miguel. Hey.

Hey. -

Oh, you look well,
my friend. Yeah?

Leave him alone.

He's my patient, Fernando.

Just get your hands off him.

You look
strong. That's great.

I'm so sorry about your mom.

- Don't talk to him.
- I want you to know,

that what happened to your mom,
Miguel...

- I didn't do it.
- All right. It's all right. Come on.

- Go to your room, Miguel.
- No, he should know that.

Go to your room. Go
to your room. Come on.

- Go to your room.
- He needs to know that, and so do you.

There were lines I crossed.

But I did not take Elena's life.

Get out of my house, now.

I didn't do it,
Fernando. I didn't do it.

Go to your room, Miguel.

Now.

Put your headphones on, okay?

Put your headphones
on and turn the volume up.

Fernando, I...

I don't mean to
seem insensitive,

but desperation has a way
of trumping good manners.

With Elena, there was something
about her that seemed, uh,

I don't know. That was off.

- I need to find out exactly...
- This is your plan?

This is your fuckin' plan?

To make her seem off?

I know your grief,
because I feel your grief.

And I want whoever
did this to be caught.

I don't believe you.

Well, you need to believe me.

And at a minimum, believe this.

You need to stay
away from my wife.

Like you stayed away from mine?

Huh?

She has to be fed.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Would you like to feed her?

Hmm?

Your daughter. Would
you like to feed her?

Here. Shh, shh,
shh, shh. Here, here, here.

Here, baby.

Daddy's home.

You met her before?

I have, yeah.

You've held her before?

Yeah.

Such a beautiful little girl.

Yeah. That she is.

That she is.

Come here. See
you. Let's see you.

Yeah.

- It's difficult to love her.
- Yeah.

I have tried really hard, and...

And I will keep trying.

But it's difficult,
knowing how...

I could take her.

Would you prefer that?

Are you out of
your fucking mind?

I had to warn him off Grace.

- And I thought if I appealed to him...
- He'd what?

Believe you? Forgive you?

You just committed
witness tampering.

A condition of your bail
is that you stay away...

- I did not try and influence him.
- It doesn't matter.

You actually thought that
you might win over the man

whose wife you're
accused of savagely killing.

How much fucking charm

- do you think you have?
- I didn't see the harm. I really didn't.

I didn't.

Do you ever?

Fine, I apologize. What's next?

You actually did think you
could change his mind, didn't you?

Oh, my God. Of course.

- What?
- Why wouldn't he believe you?

You cast a spell.

You have done it with
everyone you've ever met.

With a face like that.

I have a handsome,
charismatic client.

Capable of mesmerizing.

We will win this.

We will get the
jury to see in you

what you see in you.

What I see in you.

Wow.

How'd I do? Did I pass?

Barely.

So what's the deal?

Are we just gonna play games,
here, Haley,

or do you perhaps have a,

a legal strategy for my defense?

I met with the
district attorney.

They have a strong case.

The scene of the crime is
essentially a shrine to your DNA.

That said,
it's still circumstantial.

She didn't offer "heat of passion,"
but I think I could get her there.

If you are talking about a plea,
the answer is no.

Voluntary manslaughter
would be a steal.

Yes. For someone who did it.

We lose on murder one or two,

you could spend the
rest of your life in jail.

I'm not pleading
guilty. Is that clear?

I'm innocent.

I did not fucking do it.

Hi. Thank you very much.

- Anything else?
- No, that's great. Thank you.

Thanks.

We're gonna do a TV interview.

Like it or not...

this case is on trial right now

on television,
for everyone to see.

Including the
potential jury pool.

We need to jump into that pool.

You want me to... go on TV?

With me at your side.

It could be the straightest line
to an open mind. Let people...

Let people see you. Hear you.

Without being subject to cross.

I never aspired to a perfect life,
you know.

I just wanted to be happy.

I had this idea of what a
good family looked like,

which I got from you and Mom.

- That's really all I wanted.
- Grace.

Your mother and I
were never happy.

What?

I was unfaithful to her.

All the time.

- No, you weren't.
- I think maybe that's what

informed my
contempt for Jonathan.

He reminded me of me.

I was not a...

quote, unquote,
"good husband," Grace.

You were. You were!

Uh, you were,
Dad. I remember. You were...

You loved her. You,
you were devoted to her.

You would write her
notes. You'd bring her gifts.

You'd shower her with,
with, with, with jewelry, w...

You, you...

Dad, you loved her.

I saw it. I remember. I...

Yeah.

I did.

But I was unfaithful to her,

again and again
and again and again.

No.

- And each time, - You...

I would come to the realization

that this was not the way
I wanted to live my life,

and I would...
come back to the fold.

Determined to reset,

I would confess to your mother.

Apologize.

Different jewelry. I don't
think she ever wore any of it.

I'm sure it was poison to her.

And the gifts were penance.

My atonement.

It's just... not what you
needed to hear right now,

but the idea that your
ideal of a marriage

was based on what
your mother and I had?

You've always had a way of chasing ghosts,
Grace.

Of believing in
things you shouldn't,

and I, I am afraid that
you are going to find a way

to believe in him again.

Exactly how weak
do you think I am?

Okay, in three,
two, one. And cue Connie.

Joining us
now is Dr. Jonathan Fraser,

along with his attorney,
Haley Fitzgerald.

- Welcome. Thanks for being with us.
- Thanks for having us.

You know,
this is a little unusual interview.

Allowing access to your
client on national television.

Well, honestly,
he's already been quite on display.

And the picture has
been distorted. I thought,

let the people see
for themselves.

What do you want them to see?

Uh...

I suppose the answer
to your question is...

the truth.

Which is to say that I'm flawed.

I do not pass myself off as...

honorable,
because I'm not. I was unfaithful

to a wife who I love.

I hurt her, I hurt my son.

Both those things
are unforgivable.

You do
admit that you're a cheater.

But are you a killer?
Did you kill Elena?

That I'm not guilty of.

Well,
let's take your version of events.

You say you suddenly
came upon her.

You discovered her
dead. But why did you run?

Because I was in shock,

and I mean that in the,
in the medical sense.

So, that's,
that's a cognitive shut-down.

It's like a very
extreme form of panic.

Innocent people do not flee.

Well, I,
I didn't feel at all like an innocent man.

I was guilty of infidelity,

and I felt pretty certain,
that, uh...

Go ahead.

That I was the
cause of her death.

Which is not to say that
she died at my hands.

But I felt it was possible,
probable even,

that someone else,
in a fit of jealousy, or, or rage, uh...

I had, uh...

made love to her.

It could have possibly
triggered the killer.

Maybe he saw, uh...

We,
we know that she was killed, uh,

shortly after I left.

But the police
say that the evidence points

only and unequivocally to you.

- So I think that the police need to collect...
- If I could jump in here.

- The police do an excellent job.
- Sorry. Yeah. Yeah.

But sometimes they
make human mistakes.

Well,
you think they rushed here?

This is a high-profile homicide.

Which happened to a mother
from a well-to-do school.

These things are not
supposed to happen.

And when they do,
the public demands an answer.

And assurance
that the same horror

couldn't possibly visit them.
The police feel that pressure.

- The pressure?
- Yes, they feel that pressure.

And doubly so in
an election year.

I would think
pressure to get it right.

Absolutely.

But sometimes, they get blinded.

And in this case,
by low-hanging fruit.

Jonathan was there,
around the time.

He left his DNA.

And it wasn't you?

It wasn't me.

You know,
I get the feeling you're,

you're trying to come off
as some kind of victim?

Well, I...

I'm not a victim in a,

in a conventional sense, no.

And I,
I brought a lot of this on myself.

But, uh...

Let's not forget that, uh...

Sorry.

Uh...

Go, go ahead.

Go ahead. Let's not forget what?

Jonathan...

That in all this...

I lost someone I love.

And, uh...

Well, there you are. You know,
people often think that, uh,

being made a
suspect must preempt,

or, or, or quash grief.

But I can assure you
that that's not the case.

So you still
say you didn't kill her?

Well, I say,
I say that because I did not kill her.

You loved this woman.

You knew her. You knew her life.

Do you have some idea,
perhaps, who did?

I do. Yeah.

I think we're gonna win.

Do you?

The
jurors will be studying you for signs.

If you two don't feel it,
neither will the jury.

Are you devoted, Grace?

Why were you there that night,
outside her apartment?

What are you asking me?