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(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) Are you still with them?

No.

I just left.

Are you alright?

Grace, what the devil is going on?

They were asking me a lot of questions.

Aggressive questions.

I'm guessing that's still no word from Jonathan.

No.

I guess it's safe to assume he's not

in Cleveland.

No.

You and Henry, you stay here with me

tonight.

Yes.

Grace, did you hear me?

Yes, I just need to go back to

the apartment.

I have to get some clothes.

Some things for Henry.

I'll see you when you get here.

Yeah.

Morning, sister.

Police are focusing on events transpiring at a

Reardon School fundraiser where the victim, Eleanor Alves,

was last seen alive.

Morning, Leroy.

Morning, Grandpa.

Early suspicion was on the victim's husband, but

we're now learning his whereabouts have been accounted

for.

Do the police think he killed her?

No.

They want to talk to him.

As do I.

As do you.

So...

Why did they take him to the police

station?

Because he knew her.

He was her child's doctor, and I knew

her, and...

It's not a crime to know somebody.

No.

No, it's not.

So they think he killed her?

No.

Well, why else all of this, then?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I see they're putting you to work, Jennifer.

Hi, Mrs. Hartman.

Good morning.

Hi.

What was that?

I'll be right back.

Good morning, Henry.

Good morning, Grace.

Good morning, sir.

God, this is...

Indeed.

It's quite something.

Henry, why don't you head up to class?

Huh?

Yes, sir.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

You sure?

No, I'm fine.

All right.

What's going on?

What is going on is I am trying

to get us through a crisis.

All right.

Grace, I don't think you should be here.

Why?

I think for the good of everyone, you

don't need to be here.

What did they tell you?

I want you to know this is a

safe place for Henry, and if he needs

to come to my office at any time,

he can come at recess or after school.

If anyone says anything to him, he should

come see me right away.

It's not true.

It's not true.

Whatever they said to you...

Listen to me.

Robert, come on.

The teachers will be looking out for him.

I have spoken to all of them.

He's a weird new student, and I take

that very seriously.

You're really doing this to me?

My advice to you is you send someone

else to pick him up this afternoon.

Grace, it's okay.

I have a cab.

Come on.

What are people saying?

I...

Tell me.

It's...

Just water, please, and some privacy.

Tell me.

The word is that Elena's husband evidently has

an alibi.

The attention now seems to be focused entirely

on John.

So he knew her?

Elena?

Miguel was his patient, so...

It was her.

What?

He hired me.

A few months ago.

Jonathan hired you?

As his lawyer.

I told him that employment law wasn't my

expertise, but he...

He insisted.

He signed a document hiring me to formally

represent him.

There was going to be a disciplinary hearing

at the hospital involved the mother of a

patient.

He wanted my advice.

So why didn't you tell me?

I didn't know for sure whether you knew

or not, and...

Grace, it was...

It was privileged.

It's still privileged.

What happened?

I looked over the paperwork that he brought

me.

There was a lot there.

A lot.

More than enough to fire him.

He insisted that he was innocent at the

charges, that it was all being manufactured by

this...

crazy woman.

Really?

He called a week later to say the

accusations were dropped, that the hospital found the

woman's claims were baseless.

He thanked me for my time.

And I just...

I assumed that it went away.

But it didn't.

They fired him.

They kept it completely confidential.

I'm sorry, Grace.

I am.

I'm really sorry.

My advice?

Not that you're asking.

If you do learn where Jonathan is, tell

the police.

The sooner you make it clear that you're

not involved, the better you'll be treated by

everybody, police and media included.

Grace, you need to get out of here,

you and Henry.

Once they find Jonathan, this story will explode.

You need to be somewhere else when that

happens.

So?

Nothing new.

You need to get protection for yourself, Grace.

You think you can handle everything on your

own, alone.

This is bigger than you.

It's bigger than me, for Christ's sakes.

You should get out of town.

You should go to the beach house.

I have patients.

Henry has school.

I'm gonna call Hailey Fitzgerald.

You have to have a lawyer.

I don't want a lawyer.

Grace, your husband is the lead suspect in

a murder investigation.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, I live here.

Yes, I do.

You can't come in here.

You got some ID?

Come on.

Let her through.

What's going on?

Do you have the headquarters?

Of course.

Paul, the warrant.

So you think my husband killed this woman?

The search might take a bit.

You got somewhere else to go?

You don't need to worry about me, detective.

Believe it or not, it's kind of my

nature to worry about people.

Grace's phone.

We can't find her.

I really am sorry about all this.

Why are you taking his hairbrush?

Well, we're taking a number of things that

might help our investigation.

That's all.

I could be wrong, but I think that

you want to help us.

I think that at this point, you're more

angry at him than you are at us.

And you're right to be.

Please don't fucking patronize me.

No, it's not my intent to do that.

I don't do that.

I don't patronize people.

I've just seen this type of situation more

than once many times.

Husbands who have kept their wives in the

dark about a lot of things.

And when I'm in the picture, there's some

fraud or a robbery, sometimes a murder.

I'm sorry.

We need the hairbrush for DNA for a

couple of reasons.

The crime scene and also...

Also what?

What?

Paternity.

You have a baby.

Mr. Aldous is demanding a paternity test.

He insists it's not the father.

Henry, you scared me.

Mom.

Mom, I don't want to be here.

I know, but we're here.

For how long?

For as long as it takes.

That's not an answer.

When the police and the media stop congregating

outside our apartment and your school, that's when

we'll go back.

We'll go back when things are...

When they what?

When they what?

Go back to normal?

Mom.

Henry, come on.

I'm trying.

I'm trying.

By running away.

That's bullshit, Mom.

There's no hiding.

Henry.

Henry, help.

Come here.

Come on.

What is it?

Don't scream.

Don't scream.

Don't scream.

It's me.

I didn't do it.

I didn't kill her.

I did not kill her.

We were romantically involved.

But I didn't kill her.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, my girl.

I'm so sorry.

I take my hand away.

You're not going to scream.

There.

There.

I didn't do it.

I didn't kill her.

Call the police.

Give him two minutes.

You're going to give me two minutes before

you do that.

I gave you my whole life.

Grace.

Grace.

Get your fucking hands off me.

I will scream.

I didn't.

You can hate me as much as you

want, but Henry needs to know that his

father's not a murderer.

He's got to believe in me.

I will never, ever let him believe in

you.

Here's what happened.

I hadn't...

She became obsessed.

With me, with my life, and then with

you.

First, it was all about getting her boy

into Reardon, which I helped with, because I

thought it was about his education, but it

wasn't.

It was about encroachment.

She was fucking possessed.

She was possessed.

When I heard she'd got herself on your

auction committee and then joined your gym, I

was scared.

I was scared for us as a family.

I was scared for you.

At the night of the fundraiser, I went

to confront her.

I told her that I had to stop.

You snapped.

We argued.

We fought.

We had sex.

I left.

I walked the streets.

I went to a bar to collect myself.

Then I went back to confront her again,

and she was fucking dead.

She was dead.

There was no sign of anyone.

I panicked.

I totally fucking panicked.

I lost my head.

Shock took hold of me.

You came home.

You crawled into our bed, and I held

you.

I held you.

And I broke for you.

And we made love, Jonathan.

We made love.

And I thought you'd lost it.

How can I ever believe you?

Because you're a fucking liar.

You're a liar.

You've been pretending to have this job and

you didn't even have one.

It's all part of the same big deception.

I lost my job because of this woman.

I lost myself.

She got hold of me, Chris.

She got hold of every fucking part of

me.

But I didn't kill her.

I did not...

Dad.

Come here.

My name is Grace Fraser.

My husband has just woken in.

He's a fugitive.

He's wanted for murder.

His name is Jonathan Fraser.

I'm at 361 Beachway.

Beachway Drive.

I didn't kill her.

I didn't kill her.

Were you afraid?

Because you thought he might kill you?

Why would you be asking me these questions?

Why are you asking me this?

The whole world thinks I did this.

I got a feeling your daughter is hiding

something.

The police want your cooperation.

Are you trying to intimidate me?

She'll kill us.

Be very careful.

Dr. Fraser.