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Hey!

- Whoa! Hey!
- Sorry!

You're a menace.

- New suit?
- Yes.

The sales lady told me the
color makes my eyes dance.

- And don't try to change the subject.
- Which is?

The fact that the whole city's
in danger when you're on a bike.

You're gonna get killed, and
I'm gonna say “I told her so”

at your funeral.

- Albert, tell me that's not Russo.
- Yup.

And her press puppy dogs.

Since when does the D.A.
show up to an arraignment?

It's a high profile case; She's
gonna use it to grandstand.

- And you know what we're gonna do?
- Go over there...

and hijack the press
conference to defend our client,

who is an innocent man
being unfairly imprisoned

by a power-hungry D.A.

That's the opposite
of what we're gonna do.

Sales lady was right.

Color really does make your eyes dance.

Sadie, we talked about this.

We agreed. It does us no good

to engage in a public
fight with the D.A.

Who says I'm gonna fight?
I'm just gonna listen.

The grand jury
has returned an indictment

against Dr. William
Brennan for the 1991 murder

of his high school
girlfriend Amy Meyers.

Do you really think a New York
jury is gonna convict a Brennan?

I think New Yorkers know

that just because your
father was a senator

doesn't mean you can
get away with murder.

No one wants to get away with anything.

We just want our day in court,

which the D.A.'s office
has purposefully delayed.

They hoped that if
they forced Dr. Brennan

to sit in jail for four months

that he'd get scared and agree
to a plea, which he won't.

Is this politically motivated?

We might agree to the plea.

We have to get him out on bail first.

Now, remember, the D.A.'s gonna say

a lot of stuff about
you that isn't true.

You're gonna want to react. Don't.

No heavy sighs, no
scribbling in your legal pad.

- Just stay cool.
- Got it.

- You find out about Ava?
- Yes.

Melora texted me and
said that her BP's holding

- and she's stable.
- What's happening?

Sadie's keeping me
updated on my patients.

Did the preemie make it off the vent?

Hearing's about to start. We got to go.

I'll meet you up there.

Now I'm curious.

Did the preemie make it off the vent?

Yes, and he's doing fine.

Okay.

How you feeling?

Scared to death.

- See you up there.
- Okay.

Margaret, I told you to keep it small.

This isn't a cocktail party.

I couldn't keep them away.

Billy is everyone's favorite.

All rise. People
v. William Brennan

on the charge of murder
in the first degree.

- Here for arraignment.
- Please be seated.

I'll hear you on bail.

24 years ago,

16-year-old Amy Meyers was
murdered in Gramercy Park.

The autopsy revealed
cause of death to be

blunt force trauma to the head.

The defendant, her
boyfriend at the time,

was the last person seen with her.

Dr. Brennan was a suspect, but
after a lengthy investigation,

no arrest was made
and the case went cold,

until four months ago

when Mr. Michael Slater came
forward and reported that,

in 1993, Dr. Brennan
confessed to the crime

when they were both in boarding school.

Your Honor, we submit
that no bail is sufficient

to guarantee the defendant's
appearance at trial.

Dr. Brennan's family is wealthy.

He himself is a pilot
and owns a private plane.

Which he uses to fly around the world

to perform pro bono pediatric surgeries.

- Which makes him a flight risk.
- Really?

In my mind, it just
makes him a good guy.

Your Honor, first of all, my client

never confessed anything
to Michael Slater,

who we will show to be
an unreliable witness.

Secondly, there is no physical evidence

tying Dr. Brennan to the crime.

Not on the victim's body,

not at the crime scene,
not on the murder weapon,

which was tested in 1991,

and found to only have
Amy Meyers' blood on it.

Forensic science has advanced
a lot since then, Your Honor.

We are confident that if we
can locate the murder weapon...

- Which was lost.
- Well, it's been 24 years.

Exactly. It's been 24 years

since Amy Meyers was
senselessly murdered.

I understand the desire to get
justice for her grieving family,

but to do so at the
expense of an innocent man

just compounds the tragedy.

We ask that Dr. Brennan
be released on bond

so that he can go back to work.

It would be wrong to deny
sick children his care

simply to fuel the D.A.'s
hunger for publicity.

I request that Ms.
Ellis's incendiary remarks

be stricken from the record.

I'll grant you that, Mr. Ferretti,

but I won't grant your bail request.

Bail is set at five million dollars.

Thanks.

Sadie, I can make it palatable.

Man two, recommendation for minimum.

- He'll be out in two years.
- Do you hear something, Albert?

- The voice of desperation.
- Take it or leave it.

Don't try to strong-arm
me. You don't have a case.

Russo's digging in. We're
prepared to go to the mat.

Good. Go.

It's always fun watching you
flail around in a courtroom.

Don't push me, Sadie.
I've got a grieving mother.

I'm not above trying
this case in the media.

You do not want to go

- mother to mother with me on this.
- A shattered mother seeking justice...

I have the Mother Teresa of...

Boys and girls,

may I remind you, we're
still in a public place.

Consider the offer,
Sadie. You have 48 hours.

Drop dead time is Thursday at 3:00 p.m.

Damn it. Isaiah's in jail again.

You need to stop pissing off judges.

We paid the contempt fine, but
Mendoza's demanding an apology

before letting you
back into her courtroom.

An apology for what?

- You called her a fascist.
- She is a fascist.

You really the famous Isaiah Roth?

I am.

If you're such a great defense attorney,

what you doing in here with us?

We're all in this together, brother.

The subway pusher jury is back,

so Cameron and Tiffany headed to court,

and this gentleman is looking for a job

and would like, quote,

"An audience with the big dog," unquote.

I've explained that
you're a very busy man,

but he's been sitting there
for the past three hours

insisting that I try to, quote,

"hook him up," unquote.

- Should I call security?
- It's a free country.

He could stay all day if he wants.

Let's get started.

Sadie?

They offered a plea.
Better than we expected.

Man two. He'll get two years.

So what's your strategy?

First, we're trying to get the
alleged confession thrown out.

Lucy,

has Judge Hsu scheduled a hearing

on our motion to suppress?

No. But my friend Abby has a date

with the judge's clerk tonight,

and I told her to, like,

try to work your motion
into conversation.

Or you could just call
the clerk yourself.

Yeah. I'll go do that now.

Yeah. Great.

She's the worst assistant.

She's a Make-A-Wish kid.

When she was three. Now she's 23.

She survived cancer, she
got a trip to Disneyland,

and now she needs to be fired.

You're a terrible
person. Leave her alone.

What if you can't get
the confession thrown out?

Can you win this if
you take it to trial?

It's a big risk.
Juries like confessions.

In the event we can't suppress it,

we're gonna strongly recommend
Brennan take the plea.

- Hung jury.
- What?

Ten-two to convict.

Judge Papp wants to start
the second trial tomorrow.

Lester thinks the FBI's conspiring

to keep him from fighting
Bruce Lee on pay-per-view,

and I can only get two
jurors to go for insanity.

Sadie, would you take
a look at the case?

Why?

Fresh eyes.

All right, people, we're done.

It's your case. Go.

- I don't need Sadie's help.
- Are you sure about that?

You couldn't convince a jury that a man

who believes he's Jackie Chan is crazy.

I put on a good case. I proved insanity.

The problem is, it's impossible
to find 12 people in this city

who don't have a preconceived
idea about this guy.

Have you heard of the subway pusher?

Me? Yeah.

Do you think he deserves
jail or a psych ward?

So I just graduated from law school.

I haven't really had a
chance to study the case yet,

so I'm not sure.

- By the way, I'm...
- See? There's one.

Find 11 more like him,

and convince them of their own humanity.

You can put the hand down now.

Big dog's gone.

A bunch of us
are grabbing drinks.

- Want to come?
- Can't, voir dire in the morning.

You want nurses, social workers

and women with advanced degrees.

- Stay away from bus riders.
- Why no bus riders?

They ride the bus because
they're scared of subway pushers.

- Let's go drink.
- I can't.

Isaiah thinks Sadie's better than me.

I need to prove him wrong.

He just thought a fresh
pair of eyes could help you.

Since when have I needed help?

Why are you taking this personally?

Instead of psychoanalyzing me,

let's try to figure out how we can
make a jury see Lester as crazy.

- 20 years of psychiatric records?
- They don't buy it.

They hear how he's this
violent schizophrenic,

and all they see is a guy taking a nap.

- His meds make him sleepy.
- So take him off.

Unmedicated, he's
completely unpredictable.

If I'm a juror, I need to see
this isn't some calculated thing.

I need to hear the ranting.

- Barking.
- Barking?

He barks when he's excited.

Do you have him?

- Hey, Gemma.
- Gemma, when did you get here?

- Is Scott Davis here?
- Who's Scott Davis?

Our dog. And why would he be here?

Because he's not at day
care. Or the apartment.

I tried to call you,
like, a million times.

You didn't answer, so I ran here.

Um, I'm gonna go... someplace else.

I thought you were calling me to
tell me I was late, so I figured...

I don't care why you
ignored my calls, Albert.

Right now, I want to
know where Scott Davis is!

I dropped him at day care.

I got up early because
I had the arraignment,

I stopped at the deli
for some coffee, and...

Crap.

I left him tied to a parking meter.

That was ten hours ago!

- Hey.
- Hey.

- They offered man two.
- Sadie...

- You'd be out in two years.
- Sadie...

And there's a good chance I
could get you out in 18 months.

- Sadie.
- What?

I just got out of
jail after four months.

Can we just take ten minutes to enjoy it

before we talk about going back?

I'm an idiot.

Sorry.

Come on.

- Where are we going?
- You need a cheeseburger.

So undergrad at NYU
and law school at Columbia.

You don't ever leave New York City?

I go to Brooklyn sometimes.

Brooklyn doesn't count.

I don't travel much; It's not my thing.

Why'd you become a defense attorney?

I don't know. It just kind of happened.

You don't like talking
about yourself, do you?

I'm not very interesting.

I go to work, I go home.

You know, I used to be like that.

- Yeah, what happened?
- I went to prison.

Got some perspective.

Hell of a way to get perspective.

Isaiah says I have
anger management issues.

If I weren't a defense
attorney, I'd be in jail.

I've noticed you like a good fight.

You fight like most people breathe.

- It's your natural state.
- No, it isn't.

Okay, I fight...

because most people don't, or won't.

They see injustice and they just
shrug their shoulders like it's...

Now I'm getting riled up.

So I'm gonna stop talking
and eat your fries.

I like that you fight,

and that you don't back down.

We should talk about the plea.

You know, you never
asked me if I did it.

It doesn't matter.

I'm your lawyer.

- I defend you whether or not...
- You're not just my lawyer.

These last four months...

- Billy...
- It's not just me, right?

This happens.

People develop feelings for their lawyer

because they're dependent
and they're scared.

But it isn't real.

- We should go.
- Everyone thinks I killed Amy.

Everyone... her mom,

probably some members of my own family.

And I keep trying to tell
myself that it doesn't matter

what anyone else thinks, as
long as I know what's true.

But it matters to me what you think.

And I need you to
know I didn't kill her.

- Sadie in yet?
- Not yet.

How's the dog?

Dog's fine.

- I heard you killed your dog.
- Dog's fine.

He was still tied to the meter.

Okay, here's what I want to know.

How do you forget your dog?

The dog is fine. That's the headline.

He's still here.

Still here.

How'd it go?

- He doesn't want to take the plea.
- What?

He says he didn't kill Amy Meyers,

and he wants to clear his name.

Did you tell him that going to
trial was a really risky idea

that you in no way supported?

Did you use that serious,
scary voice you have?

Look, hopefully this is a moot point.

If we can suppress a confession, then...

- And if we don't?
- Then maybe we go to trial.

Thank you.

I think we owe it to Billy
to explore all the options.

We did and came up with a
strategy not to go to trial.

He's still here?

Still here.

Sadie's considering taking
the Brennan case to court.

I thought you said it was too risky.

Jerry's coming in.

If he can dig up any
dirt on Michael Slater,

it could change everything.

- How's the dog?
- How do you know about that?

I know everything.

May I remind you, Ms. Wirth,

that you were the one who came to me

with a petition to
forcibly put Mr. Wilson

on medication.

To make him responsive
to counsel, Your Honor.

I know, but in the interest of...

Your Honor,
besides being unethical,

- this reeks of...
- Garrett, let me finish.

You know, I'm beginning to
question your competency.

You two, stop.

All right, I have an idea.

Let's do some role-playing.

Just humor me now.

Mr. Holland, you're Ms. Wirth.

Why is this so important to your case?

- I have no idea.
- Sure you do.

Take a crack at it.

Well, because she's afraid that...

No. As Ms. Wirth.

Who are you?

I'm playing myself.

Go.

Well, Your Honor, um,

the first jury was polled.

The majority who voted guilty said

it was because that
Lester didn't seem crazy.

And, well, when he's
on his meds, he's...

A zombie.

Sorry. Continue.

But on the day
he killed Susannah Fiorita,

he was not on his meds,

and the jury has a right to see that.

Your turn. As Garrett Holland.

Not only does this show
how... desperate Ms. Wirth is,

but it puts at risk the
very idea of competency

and is perhaps grounds for a mistrial.

Wasn't that enlightening?

Ms. Simon, what did you
learn from that exchange?

That they've got each
other down pretty well?

Exactly! Too well.

She knows your arguments, you know hers.

Your Honor, may I speak
as myself for a moment?

No.

Look, you two, I don't want
a repeat of that first trial.

That jury was confused.

This time we're going to give them

the information they need to make

a decision.

I want Mr. Wilson
presented with the choice

to take his medication each day.

If he decides to go
back on, that's that.

All right, let's start this trial.

I'd like to thank you guys
again for calling on Jerry.

Still speaks in the third person.

- Albert likes it.
- Sadie hates it.

Isaiah's a busy man.
Cut to the chase, Jerry.

Michael Slater, the guy who
claims Billy confessed to him,

was in and out of jail in
his early 20s for petty stuff.

But for the past two
decades, he's been clean.

Public school teacher,
youth minister at church.

No drinking, no drugs.

No money problems, aside
from his crappy salary.

He's living on a teacher's
paycheck in New York.

Maybe it's about money.
Is he selling the story?

The Enquirer offered him 100 grand.

He turned it down.

He said he's not in for the money,

he's in it for the peace of mind.

He has a daughter now and
couldn't live with the guilt.

This guy's testimony
will crucify Brennan.

You need that confession thrown out.

The judge is hearing
our motion tomorrow.

The confession isn't the
only thing that worries me.

The day after the murder,

Billy turns up with
scratches on his face.

Says it was the family cat.

It wasn't Amy Meyers.

The coroner's report said there
was no skin under her fingernails.

- What else?
- Guests at a Halloween party

the night of the murder
saw Billy and Amy fighting.

And witnesses later placed them
together in Gramercy Park at 12:30.

Billy claims he left after the fight

and went back to the party.

Who leaves a girl alone
in a park late at night?

A kid who just got broken up with.

He was raised to say
"please" and "thank you"

and to walk girls home.

I'm just putting myself
in the jury's shoes.

You still have a day to
give the D.A. an answer.

See if you can put
together a winnable case.

And if not, you'll re-approach Brennan.

Yes, Albert.

I'll use my serious, scary voice
and get him to take the plea.

- Do it once right now.
- No.

- Just a little.
- I'm not doing the voice.

There it is.

Do you have any experience
with anyone that's been

in a psychiatric facility?

I had an uncle who was mental.

Would that prevent you from
being impartial toward...

Move to strike this juror, Your Honor.

You may step
down, sir. You're excused.

What the hell was that?

It was my voir dire, and
you made me look like an ass.

He had an uncle who was "mental."

It wasn't gonna take
45 minutes to figure out

this guy wasn't gonna
be sympathetic to Lester.

Okay, well, then you
could have pulled me aside,

'cause now the judge and
Holland think that I'm an idiot.

You're a second-year associate.
Nobody's thinking about you at all.

Okay, well, you want
to know what I think?

I think that you are
cracking under pressure

and you are making
stupid, rash decisions,

and you are taking it out on me and...

My God, I'm yelling at my boss.

I'm from Iowa.

We don't yell. We seethe silently.

What's happening to me?

This better be important, Sadie.

I'm working out.

Margaret, the D.A. offered a plea.

- I hope you're not taking it.
- We have to be realistic

and consider the
likelihood of conviction,

the evidence they have against him,

and the strength of our defense.

Help me, Sadie. What's he trying to say?

He's having trouble
with the cat scratch.

Tell us again what happened.

The night Amy was murdered,

Gail Meyers called me about 3:00 a.m.

to say Amy hadn't come home yet.

I went to ask Billy if
he knew where she was.

The cat was sleeping beside him.

When he rolled over, it got mad
and scratched him on the cheek.

What can I say? The cat was an ass.

It's not gonna be easy
to explain the coincidence

of the cat scratch to a jury.

Did you cut yourself shaving?

Or did you murder someone
last night, Mr. Cobb?

That is one tough woman.

Speaking of tough women,

have you and Gemma set a wedding date?

She called it off.

What? Over the dog?

That was an honest mistake.
You were distracted.

She says I'm always distracted.

I'm not good husband material.

I work too much.

What's wrong with working too much?

Apparently, there are
people in the world

who like to live balanced lives.

Yeah, those people are boring.

Maybe we're the boring ones.

God, she got to you.

No!

We are the lucky ones.

We love what we do.

- Do we?
- Yes.

- Enough to lose a great girl?
- She's not that great.

She's pretty great.

- Do you need the Isaiah speech?
- No, please.

We do God's work.

We meet people in their darkest
hours and fight for them.

It may not always be easy,

but at least when we go to bed at night,

we can sleep knowing that...

Come on. Say it with me.

That we stood by someone accused

so that he or she would
not have to stand alone.

So I'm important and necessary

and noble and... single.

If you want me to make
Gemma take you back, I will.

No. But you can represent me
on Scott Davis's custody battle.

Deal.

Can you tell us
what happened, Mr. Fiorita?

We were waiting for the train.

We were arguing.

I had forgotten to take
in the dry cleaning.

Such a stupid argument.

I'm sorry.

Do you need a minute?

So, we're standing on the platform,

and I feel this presence
over my shoulder.

- And there's this guy...
- Mr. Wilson?

Yeah.

And he says he's gonna

fight Bruce Lee on TV.

So I'm, like, you know,
I tell him to get lost.

And he raises his arms...

and hops away.

- He hops?
- Like in Karate Kid.

I turn back to Susannah, and...

she kind of laughs.

And I laugh.

And our argument's over.

So, the, train
comes into the station,

and I turn my head to look at it.

A second later, I-I...

I turn back, and
Susannah's flying past me.

Like in a comic book.

Arms and legs out, in midair,

staring at the oncoming train.

And everybody's s-screaming
and I'm screaming.

And he's sitting there, on
the ground next to me, saying,

"The blonde woman..."

"I pushed her."

Over and over.

Mr. Fiorita, first of all,
I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

When Mr. Wilson hopped away,

you say you and Susannah laughed.

Why'd you laugh?

It was a strange thing to see, I guess,

this guy doing karate.

Strange?

Did he seem crazy to you?

- Yeah, a little.
- Objection.

- Calls for speculation.
- Sustained.

Nothing further.

You okay?

Yeah. I just...

I haven't been back
here since that night.

So, you and Amy left a Halloween
party at a neighbor's house,

which was...?

Two doors down from the corner.

And she broke up with you?

Yeah. Right over there on that bench.

So you were angry at her?

I was devastated. I loved her.

But I was a senator's kid.

Everyone in my family is,
like, the best at everything.

Here was this girl that I really liked.

She had just broken up with me, so...

I felt like a failure.

And then you left and she stayed?

That's the part that bugs us.

Why would you leave a 16-year-old girl

alone in the park?

I was embarrassed.

I thought I was gonna cry,

and I didn't want her
to see that, so I left.

And that was the last time you saw her?

No.

Her body was...

right there. Sorry.

His story makes sense.

It's believable.

He'd make a compelling witness.

If we get that confession
thrown out tomorrow,

they'll probably drop the case,

and we won't have to go to trial.

- That's still our best bet.
- I'm telling you,

we can make reasonable doubt.

You know the part of the Isaiah speech

where it says we stand by our fellow man

in his darkest hour?

Sometimes that means taking the plea.

Just like yesterday,

not taking your meds is your choice.

You're a man, right?

- Lester...
- It's okay.

I'm a woman, but I used to be a man.

That's right. I remember you told me.

Are you still comfortable
with me representing you?

Yeah.

I-I just didn't know if
it was real or in my mind.

It's real.

I'm not taking these.

Mr. Slater, you and Dr. Brennan

were both students
at River Hill Academy.

Yeah. It was a boarding school

for kids with emotional problems.

Please tell us the
circumstances of the confession.

We were in group therapy,

and you were supposed to share
an experience from your life.

And did the defendant share
an experience with the group?

Not then, but a little while later,

when the group leader paired us up.

And what did the defendant say to you?

He talked about this
girl who died, Amy Meyers,

and that he was pretty
messed up about it.

And then he said,

"I did it, you know."

Meaning kill Amy Meyers?

Yeah.

Thank you, Mr. Slater.

What did you say after he said that?

I don't really remember
if I said anything.

You don't remember if you said anything,

but your memory's crystal clear
about what Dr. Brennan said?

I was pretty freaked out.

- Sure you weren't stoned?
- Mr. Cobb.

Mr. Slater was sent to RiverHill

after being kicked out
of two other schools

for alcohol and drug abuse.

Michael Slater is not on trial here.

Maybe he should be.

We ask that Mr. Slater's
testimony be suppressed.

The witness is unreliable,

and his testimony's unsubstantiated.

You can argue that at trial, Mr. Cobb.

I'm inclined to allow the testimony.

We urge the court to reconsider.

Mr. Slater's claim is hearsay

without any corroboration.

The so-called confession defies logic.

Why would Dr. Brennan make
such an incriminating statement?

Self-reflection was part of the program.

The school was set up to
foster such admissions.

So... it was part of the therapy?

Everything at the school
was part of the therapy.

In that case, the
conversation is protected

by doctor-patient privilege.

What?

Slater wasn't a doctor. He was a...

He was a member of a therapeutic group,

bound by confidentiality.

And continuing the session
as a therapeutic facilitator.

The precedent is well-settled.

Michael Slater was not a psychiatrist.

The law is very clear on this.

Your Honor, if patients feel

as if they can't divulge problems

in a protected session,

- for fear of future prosecution...
- I agree.

However,

the conversation in question,

while at the behest of the psychiatrist,

did not occur in his presence,
and therefore is not privileged.

The motion to suppress
the confession is denied.

- Your Honor...
- Take the guy apart at the trial.

If we get that far. Now go.

Plea is still on the table, Sadie.

Mr. Wilson was brought
to Battery Park Medical

in August of 2013 by the police.

And how would you
characterize his mental health?

Lester suffers
from paranoid schizophrenia.

He has command auditory hallucinations,

which are voices that
comment in a vicious way

and encourage him to harm other people.

On medication, the
voices are controlled.

Off medication,

he's very volatile and can be
easily provoked to violence.

Provoked by what?

Typically, schizophrenics
who are symptomatic

are triggered by religious symbols,

eye contact, loud noises.

- Laughter?
- Possibly.

Mr. Wilson, as you know,
has a fairly well-developed

delusion that he's a karate champion.

He could be easily irritated by someone

who refused to acknowledge it.

Laughter, in that context,
could be a trigger.

Isn't it true, Dr. Baldridge,

that you approved the
discharge of Mr. Wilson

from the Battery Park
Medical Center on November 17?

- Yes.
- So, you yourself,

six weeks before the attack,

judged Mr. Wilson fit
to return to society.

Obviously, it's a decision I now regret.

I bet Susannah Fiorita regrets it, too.

- Objection. Move to strike.
- Sustained.

- Nothing further.
- Lunchtime!

No, no, it's 1:00. I'm hungry.

Control your client, Counsel.

And, yes, why don't we take lunch?

Your lunch is at 1:30

at the Boathouse with your daughter.

The smart one or the other one?

The other one. And that's not nice.

The kid finally bailed?

You're looking for
dirt on Michael Slater?

So we're back to the plea.

Yeah. It's a good deal.

How am I gonna look Billy in the eye

and tell him two years in jail

and being a convicted felon for the
rest of his life, is a good deal?

You're a great lawyer, Sadie.

Like, I spend way too
much of my free time

hating on you for being so good,

but not even you can
overcome a credible witness.

- Okay.
- You want me to call Billy?

- No, I'll do it.
- Okay, it's just...

you're taking this one hard.

I'm fine.

Michael Slater got himself a book deal.

250 grand for a tell-all.

- Where did you get this?
- It doesn't matter. It checks out.

The guy was just looking for a payday.

You can destroy him in court.

Yes. We can reject the plea now.

They're letting the
clock run out on the plea.

- Yeah.
- Which means something's up.

Yeah.

You realize you're not very comforting?

Yeah.

You missed the deadline.

Deal's off the table.

We're here to turn it down.

Okay.

Then we're all good.

See you in court.

Calvin?

What's going on?

We found the murder weapon.

What happened was, um,

this train is coming and...

it's like...

sensory overload and...

it feels like, um,

switches going on in my brain,

flipping on and off, and I pushed her.

And I-I don't mean to, but it happens,

and then the lady falls onto the track,

and then I went into shock, horror.

Lester, did somebody tell you

to push Susannah
Fiorita onto the tracks?

You feel like something is entering you.

Everything melds into one,

you know, intangible entity, and then...

it's like this
overwhelming urge to push.

I punch, bang, zoom, like...

like that, it's right...

it's right in front of the train.

You knew that if you pushed
her in front of the train,

- she might get...
- Killed, yeah.

So you agree you knew
what you were doing,

and you knew it was wrong.

I see.

At the time that you pushed her...

did you know it would
cause her death? Yes or no?

I-I wasn't thinking about her.

When it happens, I'm not thinking.

It-it just goes whoosh,
whoosh, push, you know.

It's like pow! I'm absorbing the world!

Wha... okay, nothing further.

I'm sitting in this chair!

I can hear you!

I'm not invisible!

Ms. Wirth!

Ms. Wirth! Control your client!

That's enough.

Thanks for the tip today, Nick.

I was wondering how you got it

when my best investigator couldn't.

Well, I knew Slater had been in
and out of jail when he was young,

and... I happen to know a
lot of people in that world.

Which is what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Well, I gave Jerry a
chance to redeem himself

and had him investigate you.

You spent the past
five years in Otisville

for passing counterfeit
money and bad checks.

While you were there,
you got a law degree

through an online inmate program.

But you must know that the New York Bar

is not going to admit
you until you get someone

to hire you and vouch
for your character.

- Yes, sir.
- Well, how am I gonna do that?

I don't know the first
thing about your character.

I was young and stupid

and I made some mistakes.

But I don't expect you
to take my word for it.

When I was in law school,

I studied your defense of
left-wing radical Carolyn Rice

in the 1982 murder of a state trooper.

I had some questions about the
case, so I wrote to her in prison.

We've been corresponding
for the past few years.

She told me to come here, to you.

She wrote me this reference.

She's amazing.

Yes, she is.

Sadie, is everything okay?

They found the murder weapon.

The scepter that was part
of Amy's Cleopatra costume.

- Where?
- Staten Island police warehouse.

There was a fire at the
93rd precinct in 2006.

A bunch of evidence was moved.

It has her blood on it.

And they just discovered it has
somebody else's blood on it, too.

I have to ask you what
your blood type is.

Billy's bloody type is O negative.

It's not a big deal.

A lot of people are O negative.
I'm probably O negative.

You're A positive.

- How do you know my blood type?
- How do you not?

We give blood every year

and get a card for when
you're riding your bike

and get hit by a bus.

And our client's blood type

matches the blood on the murder weapon.

I would say that's a very big deal.

We need to get the weapon thrown out.

Allowing the scepter into evidence

is a miscarriage of justice.

There was a clear break
in the chain of custody,

causing a significant likelihood
the evidence was tainted.

These issues of custody go
to weight, not admissibility.

That rule doesn't apply in cases

where the police mishandle the evidence.

You raise a valid point, Counselor.

I'd like to submit my blood.

I talk, you don't.

Compare my blood to the
blood on the scepter.

I don't stroll into your O.R.,

and stick my hand in a kid's gut, do I?

- Albert...
- You know why?

- Because I didn't go to medical school!
- Albert!

You need to keep your
freakin' mouth shut

and let the trained
professionals do their work!

I'm telling you it's
gonna be exculpatory.

What, did you watch a couple
episodes of Law & Order

and now you're a lawyer?

- Albert.
- What?!

Can you give us a minute alone, please?

Without physical evidence
connecting you to the murder,

we have reasonable doubt.

We have it.

But with you offering them your
blood and spit on a silver platter,

who the hell knows
what they're gonna find?

You don't, Perry Mason.

And I promise you, you
don't want to find out.

What are you doing?

I was winning in there.

I'm trying to prove my innocence.

You don't have to.

It's on Ferretti to prove you're guilty.

My blood isn't gonna match.

I can prove that I didn't kill her.

We're going back in there

and you are going to
apologize to the judge.

What are you so afraid of?

This isn't about me.

This is about some evidence
that shouldn't be allowed in.

This is about you letting me do my job.

And yes, I'm sure it's difficult
to have people doubt you,

but please don't put that on me.

I am not one of those people.

But you'll become one.

You won't want to, but you will.

Happens to every single
person I care about.

It creeps into your thinking.

Billy, I told you...

That this isn't real, I know.

And that I don't have feelings for you,

but you're wrong.

And I'm gonna prove to
you, and to everyone,

that I'm innocent.

And not with a hair
strand or a cheek swab.

I want there to be no doubt.

I want to give my blood.

Let me.

You know it when you see it.

You're on a subway.

You see someone talking to themselves,

maybe they're a little disheveled,

and you think to yourself,

"-a crazy person."

We all do it.

We look away.

But you can't look
away from Lester Wilson.

His fate is in your hands.

You don't need to have Dr. Baldridge

try and make sense to
you of what was going on

in Mr. Wilson's mind
leading up to the attack,

because you know there's
no sense to be made.

You can see that sitting right there...

is a sick man.

And I needed you to see it.

So much so that I took
Lester off his medication

so you could see his
illness for yourself.

And you did.

Mr. Holland and I agree
on the facts of the case.

Lester Wilson pushed Susannah
Fiorita in front of a train

and then sat down.

Where we disagree is on the
interpretation of these facts.

Mr. Holland sees a cunning predator,

I see a confused, terrified soul,

constantly tormented by voices,
demons and paranoid delusions.

When he sat down on that platform,

it wasn't in submission.

It was because he didn't realize
he had done anything wrong.

Do we ignore how very
sick Lester Wilson is?

Ultimately, this decision
isn't just about him.

It's about us and who we are.

So...

do we turn away?

Or do we really see him?

What happened to good cop, bad cop?

You were supposed to talk him out of it.

- I tried.
- Did you?

You're shutting me out.

Making decisions without consulting me.

What's going on?

You just have to trust me.

You believe he's innocent. Fine.

But right now, innocence doesn't matter.

Winning this case matters.

Keeping him out of prison matters.

Brennan's giving blood?

What the hell happened?

Ask Sadie.

It's gonna be fine.

It's a big gamble, but
it's gonna be a huge payoff.

It'd better be.

- Have you reached a verdict?
- We have.

We find the defendant,

Lester Wilson,

not guilty by reason of insanity.

Mr. Wilson will be remanded

to the Holchester Psychiatric Facility.

- Lester, we won.
- Thank you, jurors.

Thank you for your
service. You are excused.

We are now in adjournment.

I was gonna buy you a drink,

but it looks like you're all over that.

Our client's on his way
to a mental institution,

and we're supposed to be celebrating?

I'm sorry.

I know I shouldn't let this
stuff get to me. I just...

Maybe I should just move back to Iowa.

I don't know if I'm cut out for this.

The fact that you're
having these feelings

means you're good at your job.

The minute you stop
feeling for your clients

is when you need to go back to the farm.

Not everyone from Iowa
lives on a farm, okay?

We're not all
unsophisticated hillbillies

who sit around milking cows all day.

You know, in fact, I've
never even milked a cow!

And, my God,

I'm yelling at my boss again.

Damn it.

Cause you're a New Yorker, Iowa.

My God, I am.

Don't give this to me
when I ask you for it,

and I will ask.

I'm gonna have a few drinks,

I will want to text Gemma,

and it will be a mistake.

Saving you from yourself
is usually Sadie's job.

- Where is she?
- Beats me.

Where's Sadie?

I don't know.

Worst assistant ever.

Yeah.

Thought I'd find you here.

Do I need to take you
off Billy Brennan's case?

You're falling for him.

- What are you talking...?
- Don't.

You let him talk you
into a bad legal decision.

I couldn't figure it out.

But then you winced when
the needle went into his arm.

I've seen you look at
bloody crime scene photos

and not blink an eye.

And a man gets a needle
prick and you can't look?

Don't make the same mistake I did.

Can we leave her out of this?

Whenever I went to
interview him in jail,

and the guards would
take off his handcuffs,

he'd say, "Thank you."

Every single time.

"Thank you."

And it just killed me,
those little kindnesses.

He's a good man, Isaiah.

I know what it's like.

I told myself I could handle it.

And here I am, divorced three times

because I can't get over a woman

I had no business
developing feelings for.

Look, I'm your boss,
not your father, but...

whatever's going on between you two,

just end it.

Hi. Come on in.

What's going on?

I'm recusing myself.

- Albert can take over.
- What? Why?

Albert's right. I...

I've gotten too close,
and it makes me...

- it clouds my judgment.
- Sadie...

You need someone who can fight for you.

I have you.

Billy...

We can't.

We can't. I have to go.

Please let me go.

You're gonna redo these.

Sadie, what's going on?

Mention the state trooper
you killed by name,

Joseph Thomas.

And his wife Marilyn
and his four children,

Joe Jr., Tara, Siobhan and Peter.

It's important that you say their names.

It shows that you think about them,

and that you understand these are people

you robbed of a father.

- Sadie...
- And that what you did was bad.

Every two years, I go
before the same parole board

and tell them how sorry I am.

And Isaiah is my lawyer, not you.

He's too close.

Because obviously you
are not doing it right.

You need to cry and beg.

You need to tell them
that if you could go back

and do it all differently, you would;

Make them see you are not the
same woman you were 34 years ago.

Sadie, stop!

What happened?

You went to jail when I was two,

and robbed me of a mother.

That's what happened.

I met a guy, Mom.

And he's kind

and smart and funny.

And he's the first guy

that I've ever felt like
I could really talk to,

and that he might understand
my screwed-up life.

But I can't.

It's so complicated, and
I don't know what to do,

and I need my mother.

I need you.

You know the rules, Rice.

No contact.

Danya, please.

Just give us a minute.

I thought when I went to prison,

I'd ruined your life.

But look at you.

You're amazing.

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