All language subtitles for The Undoing s01e04_English

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

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

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

We oppose bail.

Ten-million bond
and two-million cash.

JONATHAN FRASER: 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.

SYLVIA STEINEITZ:
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.

GRACE FRASER: You mentioned
Haley Fitzgerald.

People hire me to create muck.

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

Muck.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

("Dream a Little Dream
Of Me" playing)

♪

♪ Stars shining bright
above you ♪

♪ Night breezes seem
to whisper I love you ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Dream of me ♪

♪

(distant construction)

Grace:
I was on one of my walks.

One of your walks.

Grace:
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?

Haley:
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...
-(Grace scoffs)

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?
-(Grace exhales)

Apart from your
grounding walkabout.

Any more secrets?

No.

(exhales sharply)

Tell me more about
Elena's husband.

You said that he struck you
as volatile.

Very.

-How very?
-Just... very.

(sighs)

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?

(scoffs)
No.

(softly):
No.

I'm not going on the stand.

♪

Franklin:
You see Haley?

(exhales)
I don't like her.

(scoffs) 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.

(frustrated sigh)
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.

(breathes heavily)

(door clanks open)

(indistinct chatter)

♪

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.

Haley:
Why is that?

Jonathan:
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.

Haley:
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.

Haley:
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.

-(bass playing through speakers)
-(indistinct chatter)

(distant siren blaring)

(soft piano music playing)

-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. (chuckles)

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.
-(sighs)

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.

♪

♪

(footsteps approaching)

(soft, indistinct chatter)

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.

Guard:
Move it!

-(door buzzing)
-Let's go!

Move it! Let's go!

(guards yelling)

(indistinct chatter)

♪

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.

Guard:
Get up. Let's go.

♪

(reporters clamoring)

(camera shutters clicking)

(clamoring continues)

Please make a path.

(stammering):
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.

(clamoring, shouting)

(children playing)

Thanks, Hugh.

Sorry.

-(thudding)
-Sorry.

Hi.

(pants)
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.

(distant siren blaring)

(footsteps)

(fire crackling)

Huh.

(whispers):
Thank you.

(exhales)

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.

(exhales)

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.

(sighs) Yeah.

They want him to be
homeschooled

-until all of this is over.
-(door opens)

Irma:
Excuse me.

The police are back.

(door opens)

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.

O'Rourke:
But are we to understand
you've allowed your husband

back into your home?

(scoffs)
My personal life is
none of your business.

Mendoza:
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.

Mendoza:
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.
-Mendoza: 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.

O'Rourke:
You know she was
an artist, right?

A sculptor. Painter.

It was on the news.

-You never knew it before.
-O'Rourke: So you never,
uh...

...posed for her?

Oh, fuck you. What?

We found something
in her basement storage.

I don't--

O'Rourke:
It's an oil portrait.

♪

Mendoza:
I would say she captured you...

rather well.

Don't you think?

♪

Grace:
Did you know?

Jonathan:
No, no. No, I had no idea.

You mean, like a portrait?

-Grace: Yes! A portrait.
-Jonathan: Christ.

And exceptionally detailed.

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

-(sighs)
-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.

-(softly): 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--

(sobbing):
I can't.

-(murmuring): It's me.
-Stop it. Please stop.

-(kisses)
-Stop. Just stop it.
Stop it now.

No. No.

(softly):
No.

Come on.

Newscaster:
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?

-(students chattering)
-This was a vicious murder.

The woman's head
was nearly liquefied.

He's not a threat to society?

It's obscene.

Sylvia:
Franklin.

-Franklin: Hi, dear.
-Aah.

-Hi.
-Hi.

(kisses)

-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.

Connaver:
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.

-(rain pouring)
-(horns honking)

(traffic whooshing)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder cracks)

(frantic brushing)

(moans)

Please.

(loud thwack)

-(thunder rumbling)
-(rain pouring)

(exhales)

-(indistinct chatter)
-(distant train rumbling)

(distant siren blaring)

(dog barking)

(gasps)

(children playing, shouting)

(playful chatter continues)

♪

♪

(thuds)

(muffled voices overlapping)

♪

-Henry (whispers): Hi.
-Hey, honey. Hey.

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

Fine. I promise.

-Henry: Wh-what happened?
-Grace: I don't know.

I was... (exhales)
I was walking in the park,

and I got lightheaded
and then...

Think I just went numb.

(clattering, commotion)

(indistinct chatter)

Hey. Hi.

-(door closes)
-Jonathan: Hey.

Grace:
Jonathan.

(breathing heavily)
Are you okay?

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

and then s-- stress.

Yeah.

-Hey, buddy. Hey.
-(softly): 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.

(whispers):
Jonathan, come on.

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

-(light clicking)
-Can you track my finger?

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

Jonathan:
Do it.

Yeah. And now your nose.

And, uh, finger.

And now nose.
I think you're okay.

(whispers):
I think you're okay.

Grace:
Yeah. When can I get out?

(Franklin breathing heavily)

(horns honking)

-(commotion, chattering)
-Sylvia: Jesus. So what was it?

Grace (on phone):
I don't know.
They say, uh,

they say it was just
an anxiety attack.

-Anxiety.
-(snapping)

Why on Earth
would you have anxiety?

Is something going on
in your life?

Grace:
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.

(chuckles)

Yeah, that sounds fun.

Sylvia (on phone):
You okay?

You really okay?

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

I'm thinking of you.

Okay. Bye.

(phone clicks)

(wind whipping)

(violin music playing)

♪

(violin music continues)

(knocking)

-(music stops)
-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.

(door closes)

(birds chirping)

(indistinct chatter)

-(horn honking)
-(train rattling)

(door closes)

(door buzzes)

Well, hello.

-(door bangs)
-Can I come in, please?

Please.

(door rattling)

Thank you.

Miguel. Hey.

-Hey.
-(door closes)

Oh, you look well,
my friend. Yeah?

Fernando:
Leave him alone.

He's my patient, Fernando.

Just get your hands off him.

Jonathan:
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.

-(footsteps approaching)
-Jonathan: 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.

Fernando:
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?

(baby crying)

She has to be fed.

(crying continues)

-(baby crying)
-Fernando:
Shh, shh, shh, shh.

(baby fussing)

(murmuring)

Would you like to feed her?

Hmm?

Your daughter.
Would you like to feed her?

(whispers):
Here. Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Here, here, here.

Here, baby.

Daddy's home.

(formula sloshing)

Fernando:
You met her before?

I have, yeah.

-(baby fusses)
-You've held her before?

Yeah.

Such a beautiful
little girl.

-(fussing)
-Yeah. That she is.

That she is.

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

Yeah.

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

(fussing)

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?

(baby cooing)

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.

(exhales sharply)

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.

Jonathan:
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.

(knocking on door)

-Hi. Thank you very much.
-(dishes clinking)

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

Haley:
Thanks.

(liquid pouring)

(dishes clattering)

We're gonna do
a TV interview.

Like it or not...

-(liquid pouring)
-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.

(distant siren trilling)

Grace:
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.

(softly):
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...
(chuckles)

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... (sighs)
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.

(loud clattering)

Exactly how weak
do you think I am?

♪

TV producer:
Okay, in three, two, one.
And cue Connie.

Connie Chung:
Joining us now is
Dr. Jonathan Fraser,

along with his attorney,
Haley Fitzgerald.

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

You know, this is
a little unusual interview.

Allowing access
to your client
on national television.

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

And the picture
has been distorted.
I thought,

let the people
see for themselves.

Connie:
What do you want them to see?

(chuckles)
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.

Connie (on TV):
You do admit that
you're a cheater.

But are you a killer?
Did you kill Elena?

That I'm not guilty of.

Connie:
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.

Connie:
Innocent people
do not flee.

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

I was guilty
of infidelity,

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

Haley:
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.

Connie:
But the police say that
the evidence points

only and unequivocally
to you.

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

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

But sometimes they make
human mistakes.

Connie:
Well, you think
they rushed here?

Haley:
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.

-Connie: The pressure?
-Haley: Yes, they feel
that pressure.

And doubly so in
an election year.

Connie:
I would think pressure
to get it right.

Haley:
Absolutely.

But sometimes,
they get blinded.

And in this case,
by low-hanging fruit.

Jonathan was there,
around the time.

He left his DNA.

Connie:
And it wasn't you?

Jonathan:
It wasn't me.

Connie:
You know, I get
the feeling you're,

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

Jonathan:
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...

(sniffs loudly)
Sorry.

Uh...

Connie:
Go, go ahead.

Go ahead.
Let's not forget what?

(Jonathan inhales)

Haley:
Jonathan...

(voice breaking):
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.

Connie:
So you still say
you didn't kill her?

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

Connie:
You loved this woman.

You knew her.
You knew her life.

Do you have some idea,
perhaps, who did?

I do. Yeah.

♪

♪

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

I think we're gonna win.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Do you?

HALEY FITZGERALD: 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?

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

(ETHEREAL WHISPERS)