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(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) Perhaps I could suggest that you killed her.

Are you making a joke?

Did you?

Haley feels that it's important that he gets

out on bail.

He'll be able to contribute to his defense

in a more meaningful way.

I'm obviously very happy to be out, and

I look forward to clearing my name in

court and proving that I'm innocent.

We're not in this together.

I'm gonna play the role, the assigned role,

and that's it.

Just committed witness tampering.

You actually did think you could change his

mind, didn't you?

Oh my God, of course.

We're gonna do a TV interview.

Let the people see for themselves.

What do you want them to see?

That in all this, I lost someone I

love.

Birds singing in the sycamore tree Dream a

little dream of me Say nighty night and

kiss me Just hold me tight and tell

me you'll miss me While I'm alone and

blue as can be Dream a little dream

of me Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you

But in your dreams, whatever they be Dream

a little Let's

not forget that in all this, I lost

someone I love.

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 who did?

Idea.

How you doing, Henry?

Good, thanks, sir.

Yeah?

Why were you there that night?

Outside her apartment.

Because I was, I was walking.

Like I always do.

I didn't know where I was.

I've told you this many times.

It is just such a coincidence, isn't it?

I was having an affair with her and

you were there, just as I was or

just had been.

What are you asking me?

Were you following me?

Was I following you?

Were you?

Were you following me?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Were you following me, Grace?

Jonathan Fraser?

This is wild.

No, no, no.

Grace!

Grace!

How are we doing?

What's going on?

I think we're both a little pre-trial

nerves, that's all.

Look, they have a strong case, no question.

But it's circumstantial.

Nobody saw anything.

They don't have a murder weapon.

And some of the science actually helps us.

Their case is vulnerable.

So you keep saying, although with a little

more anxiety each time you say it, here's

my question.

What's our case, Hayley?

Because I don't really have clarity on that.

Our defense is wait and see.

I told you.

It's fluid.

Fluid.

Okay, great, that gives me great confidence.

Thank you.

It depends on what they throw at us.

Okay, let's break it down.

Our case is you.

You say you didn't do it.

Explain why you ran.

And our case is you.

You say, believe what he just said.

I can't imagine that the word of a

devoted wife would carry much weight.

Are you devoted, Grace?

I'm here.

Under the circumstances, I think I deserve a

medal.

We have seven women on the jury.

These five are educated working professionals.

Just like you.

These two have been cheated on by their

husbands.

Just like you.

And then there's this guy.

He knows better than most that infidelity doesn't

mean murder.

He's having an affair himself.

How could you possibly know that?

I know all these people.

We piggyback on the algorithms of both Amazon

and Google.

I know where they go shopping, where they

go to eat, where they go on vacation.

We know it all.

We're already targeting their Instagram and Facebook accounts

with pro-defense news feeds.

Is that legal?

It's great enough to get away with.

We do have one little problem.

The same question keeps coming up in all

our focus trials.

If you didn't do it, then who did?

We need to offer up another suspect.

Well...

Well, what about his alibi?

Oh, it stinks.

I can nick it.

Take his hand, would you please?

I mean now.

Why?

Because I said so.

Do it.

Feel his hand.

Feel hers.

Feel together.

If you two don't feel it, neither will

the jury.

I'm not feeling it.

What is the point of this?

The point is that you two need to

be one in the room.

In effect, you'll be giving testimony every single

day, every single minute of this trial.

The jurors will be studying you for signs.

Is he human?

Does she believe him?

Does she still love him?

They will constantly be taking measure of you.

Individually and jointly.

Look, juries don't like to convict good-looking

people.

They certainly don't like to imprison doctors and

they don't like to punish the wealthy.

As much as we think we like to

stick it to the rich, in the end,

we don't.

We never do.

The idea that jurors don't come into this

with preconceived notions, that's just preposterous.

This case has been so well-reported, I

might go as far as to say that

these jurors are liars.

I mean, get on this panel.

They would have had to have declared that

they know nothing about this case.

Does anybody...

It's just entertainment.

Which you need to be a part of.

The jury will know who you are.

Haley says that they notice everything.

Your presence, your reactions.

It all matters.

Grace.

You're doing this for your grandson.

I will be at your side tomorrow and

beyond.

But the idea that this best serves Henry

is absolute nonsense.

Murder or not, Jonathan must be kept as

far away from your son as possible.

Conviction this morning...

Plans for

a last-minute plea deal either never materialized

or were squashed.

Murder is ugly business.

I must warn you, whatever you've heard, whatever

your predispositions, this one, it's worse than you

think.

The evidence will show that Jonathan Frazer was

having an affair with the victim.

That he went to the victim's studio on

the night of January 8th, 2019.

That he sexually penetrated her.

That he then violently, savagely, beat her to

death.

He then fled the scene and went into

hiding before he was captured.

Eleanor Elvis was bludgeoned so badly, so viciously,

she was unrecognizable to her own husband.

She was first discovered by her 10-year

-old son, Miguel.

She was hit with a blunt instrument 11

times.

The medical examiner found that the wounds inflicted

were consistent with a sculpting hammer which belonged

to the victim.

A hammer which was never found.

It could have been a hammer, like this

one.

He turned her skull into mush.

He just kept hitting and

hitting.

He just kept hitting and hitting and

hitting.

It's worse than you think.

Such a beautiful, vibrant woman.

When bad things happen to good people, we

want answers.

We want closure.

We want a conviction.

My client is the only option.

That's why the investigation was so limited.

It wasn't slappy or lazy or negligent.

It was specifically and intentionally narrow, precisely because

evidence of other suspects would compromise their one

shot at a conviction.

My client made love to Eleanor Elvis on

January 8th.

His DNA, semen at the scene.

He guarantees reasonable debt to any other defendant.

So we're not even going to look for

other possibilities.

He's the only one we can get.

Somebody else hit Eleanor Elvis with that sculpting

hammer.

Eleven times, like the prosecutor said.

It continued after she was dead.

That's rage.

That's hatred.

A lot of hatred.

A crime of passion.

Primal fury.

We have to wonder.

Fernando Elvis had motive.

He had opportunity.

He was there.

Is he the killer?

Can we know for sure?

No.

Why?

In part because he was never really investigated.

Why?

Because his semen was found inside the victim?

He's the only one we can get.

It shall be him.

It's not.

The problem is, once the defense comes up

with its own theory, the jury expects that

they're going to have some evidence behind it.

And the idea that the husband did this,

there's no evidence for that as far as

I know.

Hello?

Hey.

Hey.

How was your day?

Anything interesting happen?

Just sitting here in the quiet.

It's a bit oppressive.

I'm a bit lonely.

How's the boy?

Is he alright?

Yeah.

I mean, I'm gonna have to take his

iPhone away because he's...

He's devouring all the coverage and...

Well, good luck with that.

I tried it once and he turned into

that kid from The Exorcist.

I was so scared I gave it straight

back.

I suppose you'd like to come over for

a cup of tea?

A bowl of Frosty's?

I could rustle up some of a low

Jonathan.

No.

I do realize how brutal today was.

And I'm not peace because there you are,

the most private person on the face of

the earth who goes for walks to disappear

thrust into the middle of that god awful

circus.

I'm sorry.

But I do think we can get our

anonymity back.

Just a question of planning.

I think we should let ourselves go.

Get really alarmingly fat.

Stop grooming.

I think you should wear extremely frumpy tweed

skirts.

In fact, we both should.

I think we can have a very peaceful

old age.

Tragic, isn't it?

That was my biggest fantasy when we met.

Getting old with you.

Doing all that, you know, old stuff.

Pottering around the garden.

Being spiteful about young people.

Joining a book club.

But we did that.

You got kicked out.

I was honest.

The book was crap.

You're still there?

Yeah, yeah.

I just remember those long phone calls.

Even when we had nothing to say, we

just...

We didn't hang up.

What was that about?

I...

I'm gonna go to sleep now.

Yeah, okay.

Bye.

I, um...

Hang on, Isa.

I love you.

I love you.

Henry!

My God, you scared me.

What are you doing?

I'm sitting.

Where were you?

Why are you sitting here?

What is it?

I couldn't sleep in my bed.

Are you thinking about it all?

Yeah.

We've survived so far.

And we'll survive the rest.

We will.

What is it?

What's wrong?

Something's wrong, I can tell.

No, no.

I'm fine.

No, you're not.

I saw them.

Hmm?

I saw them together.

At school.

I should have told you.

If I told you, maybe it wouldn't have

happened.

Maybe Miguel's father or somebody else who was

jealous.

Maybe if...

Maybe they found out.

And maybe if I told you, then they

wouldn't have...

Henry.

Would you just listen for a minute?

You had nothing to do with what happened

to Miguel's mother.

You can't say that.

You can't...

No, but Mom, I saw them.

And that must have been very hard for

you.

They weren't doing anything.

I mean, they weren't kissing.

Or anything, but...

But I just knew...

when I saw them.

I knew.

And when he saw me, I just smiled.

Like it was nothing.

He saw that I saw.

He knew that I knew.

Well, he put you in a terrible position.

A position no charge would ever be.

I wanted to tell you.

I wanted to tell you.

But...

I just...

I felt like he trusted me.

So...

You let him see.

You let him see you with her.

At his school.

And you know that he saw you.

You know he did.

And he fucking worships you.

He would do anything for you.

Anything.

You know that.

No more lies, Jonathan.

I got it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Jonathan.

At school.

Grace, Jonathan.

We're about to take on the lead detective.

He needs to be my focus and he

needs to be yours.

What?

I'm meant to go out there now?

And sit out there like this?

Listen to me.

Haley.

Jonathan.

What?

Jonathan.

You did that to our son.

We cut to the scene at 8.57am.

Nine minutes after the husband made the 911

call.

And about 30 minutes after the body was

discovered by the son.

And what did you find?

We discovered a woman.

Deceased.

Her head badly lacerated.

Her skull crushed.

Identified as Elena Aldez by her husband.

Though any facial recognition was difficult to discern.

Yes, I'd like to show you a series

of photographs.

Okay.