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He's dead.

I didn't have a choice. He shot
at me. I had to return fire.

Kate, you're hit.

No, no. I'm fine. I have my vest on.

- Where is she?
- Who?

The woman who Rickford
was raping. Where is she?

I don't...

There's some stairs
here. Maybe she ran down.

Let's get some air. Come on.

Just... just take a deep breath.

CPD is on the way.

911 already got four calls.

Well, what they hell are the
two of you doing here anyway?

We hadn't heard from you,
Kate. We were worried.

The question is why are you here?

I've been following Rickford
for the past few days.

Jesus, Kate.

They already took your gun and
badge for harassing this guy.

Well, I couldn't just let it go.

I knew that sooner or later he was gonna
attack another woman, and I was right.

Tonight he went to a bar.
He was hitting on this girl.

I saw him. He slipped
something into her drink.

She didn't want to get into his car,
but she was too wasted to resist.

So I followed them here.

I saw him through the window.
He was getting rough with her.

She screamed. I had to go in there.

FBI!

But it was like he was ready for me.

- It was a clean shoot.
- Okay, I get that.

But you're gonna have a
lot of explaining to do.

Yeah, like why you were
following him in the first place.

And why you're wearing body armor.

He's a trained soldier,
and I don't have any backup.

You're damn right I'm wearing a vest.

As soon as we find that woman,
she's gonna confirm my story.

In the meantime, you're
gonna need a lawyer.

Katie. Honey, you okay?

I'm fine, dad.

What happens now?

Well, they, uh... they investigate, try
to find the eyewitness, I go to therapy.

Standard operating procedure
after an officer-involved shooting.

Yeah, it's a waste of time.

Never met a CPD headshrinker
who knew his ass from his elbow.

Therapy can be very effective
after a traumatic event.

I'm not traumatized. I'm fine.

Don't worry about it, kiddo.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Let me guess... you
don't need treatment?

Yeah, what I need is
to get back to work,

so if you could just sign the
forms saying that I am fit for duty.

That'd be great.

As I understand it, you don't
have a job to get back to.

So you're not gonna sign it?

You're welcome to stare at the
walls for the next 45 minutes.

I've got e-mails to answer.

But that won't get you
your gun and badge back.

Okay. What do you want me to say?

You killed a man. How
does that make you feel?

Well, I killed a rapist and a murderer.

I feel great.

I heard the news about Kate.

- How is she holding up?
- Oh, how do you think?

I mean, she almost got
killed, and now the FBI gestapo

is treating her like a criminal.

Instead of being there for her,

I've got to spoon-feed neuro
101 to a bunch of freshmen.

Look, Daniel, I know how
much Kate means to you

and I know that she could
use your help right now,

so whatever time you
need, you just take it.

- Thanks, Paul.
- Yeah.

In the meantime, how's it
going with the lovely Miranda?

- It isn't.
- What do you mean?

Oh, come on. You can't just
rekindle a decades-old romance.

Whoa, wait a minute here.

I don't know what this is
about, but don't be an idiot.

Most of us never get a second
chance with our first love.

- Donnie Ryan?
- Yeah.

Just wanted to introduce
myself. Todd Erlich.

I'm an A.U.S.A. from
the New York office.

You're handling the investigation
into Kate's shooting.

They wanted an outsider...
avoid any conflict of interest.

Sure. They got you here awful fast.

Congressman Rickford must
have pulled some strings.

He won't influence my findings.
Agent Moretti will get a fair shake.

Hell, I'm glad this
is being fast-tracked.

The sooner she's cleared, the better.

Yeah, that's actually why I stopped by.

I wanted to bring you up to speed.

There was a 911 call from Rickford's
house right before the shooting.

911. What's your emergency?

There's a crazy woman stalking me.

She just broke into my
house. Please send help.

I think she's got a
gun. She's gonna kill me.

This doesn't exactly
help your ex's case.

Rickford knew he was about
to get caught raping a woman,

so he made that bogus
911 call to cover his ass.

You find the woman
he was trying to rape,

and she'll tell you that
call was a load of crap.

She came forward this morning.

Her name is Wendy Burrell.
I'm about to go interview her.

Great. I'll sit in.

Look, I get it. If I were in your shoes,

I'd have wormed my way into
the case any way I could.

So, as a professional courtesy,
I'm giving you a heads-up,

but you know I can't let
you talk to the witness.

But as a professional courtesy,
you could let me listen.

I'm designing a media room
for this finance guy and he

wants to see some leather
swatches for a sectional.

So, I was waiting at the bar
when he texted and blew me of.

Then this cute guy comes up
and offers to buy me a drink.

- Blake Rickford?
- Mm-hmm.

Did you feel, um... I don't
know... unusual in any way?

Um, what do you mean?

Well, there was a witness at the bar that
said that you might have been drugged.

No way.

I skipped lunch, so I got
buzzed pretty quick but...

I wasn't so drunk I didn't know what I
was doing, if that's why you're asking.

Whose idea was it to
go back to his place?

Mine.

I was gonna follow him, but he
convinced me I was in no shape to drive.

He was a gentleman.

Promised to bring me back
to my car in the morning.

What happened at his place?

I don't usually do it on the first
date, but I thought he was a catch.

- So, it was consensual?
- Totally.

- Did he hurt you in any way?
- No.

I mean, he threw me on
the bed, but that was hot.

Did you scream?

Well, maybe I squealed. It was exciting.

Until I heard someone breaking in.

He tells me he's got a stalker.

Could have mentioned that before
I went home with him, right?

He grabs a gun from the
nightstand, and I freak.

I went down the back stairs,
and I just kept running.

Thank you very much, Miss Burrell.

I am really sorry, Ryan.

I was hoping it
wouldn't go this way but,

I'm swearing out a warrant
for Moretti's arrest...

For murder.

The United States vs.
Katherine Rose Moretti.

Counselors, your appearances, please.

A.U.S.A. Todd Erlich for
the government, your honor.

Donald Ryan for the defense, your honor.

If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Ryan,

you're an assistant
United States attorney.

I was. I just resigned.

Donnie, what the hell are you doing?

Come on, Kate. Who could
defend you better than me?

Thanks. Don't worry.
You'll still get your check.

Let's proceed.

The defendant is charged with
murder in the second degree.

- How do you plead?
- Not guilty, your honor.

- I'll hear the government on bail.
- We ask for remand.

My client's not a flight risk.

She's a decorated
law-enforcement officer

who welcomes the chance
to clear her good name.

We ask you to release Agent
Moretti on her own recognizance.

Ms. Moretti was suspended from
the FBI for harassing the deceased.

She forfeited her good name when
she went rogue and killed a man.

What do you say I split the baby

and order the defendant
released on house arrest?

You will wear an electronic
monitoring device,

and you can only leave home to go to
therapy or to your attorney's office.

Your crazy ex-wife going down.

You be careful. She'll
bring you down with her.

Well, the good news is if I can't hit
the Billy Goat for burgers and fries,

I'll probably lose 10 pounds.

Not to mention your high Cholesterol.

Should have slapped one
of those on you years ago.

Ryan.

I got to admit, it's
a pretty ballsy move.

- What do you want, Erlich?
- Plead guilty to involuntary manslaughter.

You'll serve 3 to 5.
Otherwise, we go to trial.

You have till Friday to decide.

I don't need till Friday. No deal.

So, this is the man cave?

Uh, not anymore.

Welcome to the law offices
of Donald Ryan, esquire.

Please, sit down.

All right. Let's talk strategy.

I got a strategy.

I tell the truth. The
murder charge is bullshit.

It's trumped up under pressure
from Congressman Rickford.

I saved that woman from being raped.

- That's not what Wendy Burrell says.
- Yeah, well, she's lying.

Interior decorator, no
record, a nice girl with no

connection to Blake
Rickford before that night.

Why would she lie?

Rape is a traumatic event. People
react to it in different ways.

She's a strong, independent woman.

Maybe she didn't want
to be seen as a victim.

Look, I know what I saw.

Actually, maybe you don't.

Your perception of what
happened may have been distorted.

Uh, spacial and temporal confusion is...
is common in officer-involved shootings.

Okay, hey. Break it down for us.

After killing a suspect,
cops often report

time lines and geography
that proves totally wrong.

A distance of 5 feet is described as 50.

I don't need a Neuroscientist
to prove that cops lie.

It's not about lying.

The stress of the situation

may have caused Kate to remember
events not as they happened.

But in a way that fits
with her preconceived

notion that Rickford is a rapist.

Great. That I can use.

How? He's basically saying
that I'm guilty and crazy.

No, he's saying Wendy's
testimony doesn't even matter.

If you had a reasonable belief
that Rickford was raping a woman,

you may have been wrong, but you
wouldn't be criminally liable.

That's good. It's very good.

But first we'd have to prove
that Rickford was a rapist.

We have Kendra Murphy. Maybe
he raped other soldiers.

I mean, a guy like that
doesn't have just one victim.

Anything that happened in Afghanistan
is outside our jurisdiction.

That's a prosecutor's problem.

I'm a fully fledged
member of the defense bar

trying to dirty up a
homicide victim any way I can.

That's kind of sick.

I like it.

I will talk to every soldier who
served alongside Rickford in the guard.

Daniel, get me all the research you can
on this "perception distortion" thing.

What do I do?

Um...

Make a file of everything you can
remember about the night of the shooting.

So, basically sit around and do nothing.

Well, thanks to the fashion accessory
there, you don't have much of a choice.

Hey. There's my girl.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Oh, you can't go out, so I
thought we'd have a movie night.

I got your favorites... "French Connection"
uh, "Taking of Pelham one two three".

Okay, those are your favorites.

The original... not
that God-awful remake.

Movie night is a great
idea. I just can't right now.

I have so much work to do, and Donnie
needs me to write up this report. Um...

How about tomorrow night?

Sure.

I, uh, wish there was something I
could do besides bring you dumb movies.

You are my little girl.
It's my job to protect you.

You're doing just fine.

Yeah. Well, you call
me if you need anything.

- Love you, kiddo.
- Love you, dad.

Hey, Rickford.

Whoa, whoa, please.

Please, don't... don't kill me.

I know what I saw that night.
This whole thing is bullshit.

- You sound angry.
- You think?

I stopped a scumbag from raping
a woman. And what do I get?

Arrested.

Dragged into court, and
locked up in my apartment.

The icing on the freaking
cake is that Daniel Pierce,

who I have believed every
time he had some crazy theory,

who I have followed out onto
more limbs than I can even count,

thinks that I imagined the whole thing.

So, yeah, I'm a little bit pissed.

You've been dreaming about the shooting.

How did you know?

Well, you're not the first
cop I've ever treated.

Tell me about it.

I dreamt that I killed him
in cold blood and that he...

He begged for his life.

Your file says you returned
fire after he shot at you.

I've been going over it and
over it in my mind, and, uh...

And now I'm just...

I'm questioning everything I saw.

I mean, I saw him stirring her drink.

But this guy was hitting
on me, so I guess...

I never actually saw
him put anything in it.

Maybe he didn't drug her.

Maybe she did want to go with him.

I forgot that I was distracted
for a second by a phone call.

Maybe she was into him.

Maybe he was afraid of me
when I burst into that room.

I was just so sure that
he was attacking Wendy.

- Why?
- Because I know that he raped Kendra.

Kendra is a sick woman with
a severe Neurological illness.

Can you really trust her story?

So, I was wrong...

About everything?

What if you were?

Then I killed a man for no reason.

What do you want, Daniel?

- To tell you the truth.
- About what?

Why I broke up with
you all those years ago.

I'm listening.

When you went back to your folks' place
to talk about Vienna, I was miserable.

Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep.

Paul convinced me to go on a road trip.

And we went to spring fling at
Michigan, ended up at a party...

And I met this girl.

We liked the same books, same bands.

And in 20 minutes, we were
finishing each other's sentences.

And I thought you were so noble
breaking up with me so I'd go to Vienna.

I should have known you'd
dump me for another girl.

- It's not that simple.
- Really, I don't need to know.

Yes, you do.

Her name is Natalie.

We're still together.

- You're married?
- No.

I'm schizophrenic.

I know, Daniel. And I understand.

No, you don't. Not everything.

Natalie and I, we're,
she... she's not...

She's not real.

Natalie's a hallucination.

I left you for a woman
that doesn't exist.

I was crazy then, and I'm crazy now.

And that's why we can't be together.

So, what will you do if
you don't get your job back?

Oh, you mean if I don't go to prison?

Try answering without a snappy comeback.

When I was 7, my mom died.

My dad was working homicide.

Crazy, crazy hours. He
was never, ever home.

So, my Aunt Claire actually
offered to take me in,

but my dad said no, that it
would kill him to lose me, too.

So, how did he manage it?

The school bus would drop
me off at the precinct.

I'd do my homework in the bullpen.

- And that was okay with you?
- It was better than okay.

I mean, all the other girls, they
had to go to ballet or gymnastics.

I got to watch real
live interrogations...

Better than anything
you could see on TV.

I've worked my entire life
to get where I've gotten.

So...

If I can't be a cop anymore, um...

I don't know who I am.

I'm sorry Rickford's dead.

But he was the kind of dirt bag
that gives the military a bad name.

How so?

He blew off weekend training,
shirked duty on base.

He was always making crude jokes,
couldn't look at me above the neck.

He do more than look?

If you're asking if he raped
me, the answer is no, Sir.

But once he grabbed my ass in the
chow line, and the look on his face...

Made me want to sleep
with my weapon for a week.

- He give anyone else a hard time?
- Just about every woman on the base.

We leave our families, our
jobs, our lives to serve.

We had enough trouble with the Taliban.

We didn't need jerks
like him hassling women.

Did he hassle anyone specific?

Gabrielle Blair hated his guts.

Maybe he tried something on her,
but she's not gonna talk to you.

Gabrielle was two weeks from coming home

when her convoy was
attacked in the Qalat Valley.

The spinal-cord injury
left her quadriplegic.

- That shouldn't affect her speech.
- The V.A. Doc says it's psychological...

That she's been traumatized by what's
happened to her, like shell shock.

She just sits all day
long, staring at the garden.

PTSD and depression.

It's possible that's
causing her silence.

But I don't think so.

Gabrielle?

My name's Dr. Daniel Pierce.

Can you understand me?

- I told you.
- Is your sister right handed?

Yes, but what does that
have to do with anything?

I want to talk about Blake Rickford.

I think he was a bad guy.

I have a lot of questions about
him, maybe you have the answers.

I know you can't talk.

But maybe you can sing.

Sing? What is he talking about?

I think you were misdiagnosed.

You may have something
called Broca's Aphasia.

The droop on the left side
of your face tells me that

the left hemisphere of
your brain has been injured.

That's the side that we...
we use to speak or to write.

But singing, that's the
right side of our brain.

You know the song "Clementine"?

♪Oh, my darling, oh, my darling.

♪Oh, my darling, Clementine.

Use that melody and sing to me.

♪Oh, my darling...

♪Come on, darling...

♪What's your name, dear?

♪Gabrielle.

You're doing great Gabrielle.

Here's where I need help.

♪You had a problem...

♪With Blake Rickford.

♪What was it?

Did he rape you?

♪No, he didn't.

♪Wait, there's more.

♪It was a convoy...

♪On a mission.

♪I was driving the Humvee.

♪Kendra was there and the C.O.

♪And Blake Rickford was there, too.

♪Taliban shot our gunner...

- I think he's dead, Sir!
- Rickford, take over the 240.

Sergeant, get up there!

I got it, Sir.

♪And Kendra, she went up.

Rickford, get your ass out of
this vehicle and return fire, now!

Troops in contact! Troops in contact!

Request immediate fire mission.

Fire one H.E. Round at
grid Echo Gulf 30262640.

Fire one H.E. Round at
grid Echo Gulf 30262640.

I'll adjust, over.

Wait. No!

♪The C.O. made an error.

♪Called in wrong coordinates.

It was friendly fire.

So, the C.O. and you, you were
the only ones in the Humvee?

Did anyone else know?

♪I got out to call for help.

The C.O. screwed up. Called
in a strike on our position.

He did what?

♪I got mad and yelled at Blake.

You heard me! Stand up, Rickford!

Get off your ass and return fire!

Thank you, Gabrielle.
You did a great job.

So, she tells Rickford
about the friendly fire

and his cowardice
nearly gets her killed.

Great. So, we've got more proof
Rickford was a useless waste.

But we're still no
closer to saving Kate.

Forget that lily-livered coward.

The real villain here is
that damn incompetent C.O.

That bastard killed his own men.

What?

What can I do for you gentlemen?

When I was here a few days
ago with Agent Moretti,

you told us you had investigated
the rape of a soldier in your unit...

- Kendra Murphy.
- As I said, it was unsubstantiated.

We know Blake Rickford raped her.

And we know you covered it up.

- What? That's an outrageous lie.
- Gabrielle Blair was misdiagnosed.

Turns out she can talk after all.

You're going down.

Tell us the truth and we might be able
to make things a little easier on you.

The whole story this time.

A few days after Qalat Valley, Kendra
reported she'd been raped by Rickford.

I have to ask. Are you sure?

When someone slaps me across the
face and forces my knees apart...

I'm pretty sure that's rape...

Sir.

I opened an investigation,
starting with McPhee and Hicks,

the soldiers who Kendra
claimed knew about the assault.

Both said it never happened.

- And you believe them?
- Hell no.

McPhee, Hicks, and Rickford
were the three amigos.

I knew they'd lie for
him. I hauled Rickford in.

I'm gonna court-martial the three of
you, see you get sent to Leavenworth.

I don't think so.

I don't care that your daddy's
on the armed services committee.

You're still a coward and a rapist.

And you're a murderer.

You go after me, and I'll tell everyone
what really happened at Qalat Valley.

How you shelled your own position.

Killed three men, and
then lied about it.

So you sold Kendra out
to save your own ass.

You'll testify at Agent Moretti's
trial, tell the jury she was right...

Blake Rickford was a rapist
and you covered it up.

What I did was inexcusable.

War poisons men's souls.

Greatest war movie ever made.

Yes, yes. It's a quote.

From "The Thin Red Line".

"War poisons men's souls
and turns them into dogs".

I told you he killed his own men.

I should have seen it sooner.

Seen what?

Two witnesses to the rape...

One gets murdered, the
other commits suicide

then leaves a note admitting
to killing the first one.

But Hicks didn't leave
that Internet post.

You did.

- What? No.
- You used the same quote, Captain.

"War poisons men's souls".

What did you tell yourself?

Hicks is a junkie. It's only a matter
of time before he O.D.'s anyway.

Might as well help him along.

- I didn't...
- It's over.

You'll face a military tribunal for
the friendly fire and the cover-up...

Probably spend the rest of
your life in Leavenworth.

Two more murders don't
make a difference.

Tell us what happened.

Hicks was already out
of it when I got there.

I guess I just convinced
myself he'd be better off dead.

I mean, his life had
already become such a waste.

And that makes killing him okay?

Sure, it had to be done.
You needed a fall guy.

You'd already killed Larry McPhee.

He told Hicks he was gonna
blow the whistle on the rape.

Hicks obviously told you, and you
knew it was all gonna come out...

The friendly fire, the cover-up.

You had to stop him
before he went to Kendra.

No, I just went there to talk to him.

I got to tell her the truth, Sir.

She deserves better than she got.

McPhee, don't do this.

Hey.

I didn't want to do
it. He wouldn't listen.

And then you not only take out Hicks,
you frame him for Larry's murder.

It wasn't my idea.

Rickford said if I didn't
shut them up, he'd destroy me.

Blake Rickford told you to kill them?

Not Blake.

What the hell's going on here?

Just giving you a little
heads-up, Congressman.

Brock Alecksen just gave a sworn
statement to the U.S. Attorney

saying that you blackmailed him into
killing Larry McPhee and Anthony Hicks.

- That's ridiculous.
- Come on.

When Blake heard that McPhee was gonna come
clean, he came running straight for daddy,

told you all about the friendly fire.

Then you told Alecksen if he didn't
fix the problem, you'd ruin him.

I never told him to kill anybody.

Well, you might not have
used the word "murder,"

but you'll be charged
as a co-conspirator.

Based on the dubious testimony
of a confessed killer?

I don't think so.

I'm a United States Congressman.

Even if these charges don't stick,
your political career is over.

Press will eat you alive.

Hey, remember what you
said to me in court?

Well, it turns out my ex-wife
didn't screw up my life.

But your precious son
sure screwed up yours.

My son was an idiot.

Every crazy idea he had, every hare-brained
scheme that he tried, he screwed up.

Expelled from three prep schools, fired
from countless jobs, hookers, strip clubs.

He couldn't even keep
his hands off the ladies

when he knew that the
FBI was following him.

I forced him to enlist.

Thought maybe military discipline
would straighten his sorry ass out.

But deep down...

I hoped he'd come home in a box.

And when he finally got
himself killed, I wasn't sad.

I was relieved.

Done with cleaning up his messes.

I'm not going down for his mistakes.

Now get the hell out of my office.

The C.O. will testify for you.

We can finally prove that
Blake Rickford raped Kendra.

It's too late.

If I take this to trial, the
prosecutor will destroy me.

They'll just say that I
was obsessed with Rickford.

That's their side of the
story. You have to tell yours.

What's to tell?

I thought that he was raping
a woman, but he wasn't.

He wasn't a murderer, either.

And I was wrong, and I
have to pay for what I did.

- Kate...
- Call Erlich. Tell him I'll take the deal.

No. We're gonna fight this.

Donnie, make the call.

Lewicki!

Lewick...

Miranda, it's not a good time.

I want to meet her.

Who?

Natalie.

I told you she's not real.

Well, she's real to you.

What? Are you afraid I won't like her?

- Or that she won't like me?
- No... of course she'd like you.

- Then introduce me.
- It doesn't work like that.

I can't just summon her.

What's with you and these loopy broads?

She wants to meet your
imaginary girlfriend.

Talk about a hare-brained scheme.

Hair-brained scheme...

Is she talking to you right now?

No.

Like his daddy said, that boy
Rickford sure had a lot of bad ideas.

But picking up that girl
when he knew that that

little pistol Kate
Moretti was following him.

That was the most hare-brained of all.

- Daniel.
- Could I get a ride downtown?

Ms. Moretti.

It is my understanding that
you wish to change your plea?

Yes, your honor.

Stop! I'm sorry, your
honor. Kate, don't do this.

Daniel, please.

Your perception was wrong that night.

Blake Rickford was not
gonna commit a rape.

Yes, I know. That's
why I'm standing here.

- He was gonna commit a murder.
- Whose?

Yours.

The Congressman said his son
couldn't keep his hands off women

even though he knew the
FBI was following him.

He made you, Kate.

I don't know, Daniel. I'm
pretty good at surveillance.

Well, you did tell Rickford
you'd be watching his every move.

Okay, say it's possible.
What difference does it make?

That's the wrong
question. Wrong question.

The right question is
why would Rickford rape

a woman if he knew
you were watching him?

- He wouldn't.
- Exactly. Exactly.

The whole thing was an act
to lure you in and kill you.

I don't know, Daniel.
It sounds pretty nuts.

Well, the Congressman
also said that Blake was

constantly coming up
with hare-brained schemes.

That makes sense.

You swore to make his life hell.

He knew you'd prove the rape
no matter how long it took,

so he had to try and get rid of you.

Okay, say you're right.
How do we prove it?

You must be Donnie. I'm Candy.

I think I've got a cavity already.

Please, come in.

$5,000.

Don't worry, baby.
I'm worth every penny.

Since this is our first time...

I'd like to know what you like.

Actually, I just want to talk.

Wendy.

- That's not my name.
- Sure, it is.

I watched you give a sworn
statement to the U.S. Attorney

about the night Blake Rickford died.

I'm representing the woman
accused of killing him.

I'm out of here.

I had you followed.

You have quite a social life.

On Tuesday, you were
with Alderman Lomax.

I asked him about you,
and since he really wanted

his liaisons with a
call girl kept private.

He gave up your super-secret phone number,
which I'm told is very hard to come by.

You paid taxes on 60k a year
from your phony decorating job,

but I'm betting the real money is under
a Swiss mattress or in the Caymans.

The government will take
it all... every penny.

But if you help me, I'll talk to the
U.S. Attorney about getting you immunity.

Blake Rickford hired me to
meet him at the bar that night.

He said he liked tipsy women.

So I pretended I was drunk.

He was a little rough, but I just
thought that was a part of his act.

In the car, he kept on looking
in the rear view mirror.

But at his place, he insisted that
we make out in front of his window.

Like he wanted someone to see us.

He told me to scream...
So I did.

I thought it was just a game.

But when we heard someone breaking
in, he didn't seem worried.

Like he knew what was gonna happen.

He sounded afraid, but he was calm.

There's a crazy woman stalking me. She
just broke into my house. Please send help.

I think she's got a
gun. She's gonna kill me.

He grabbed his gun right
there, like he was ready for it.

I didn't know what was going down, but
I just knew I didn't want any part of it.

So I got the hell out of there.

Until the next day.

When it was all over the news that an FBI
Agent had gunned down a Congressman's son.

You saw dollar signs.

I went and saw the Congressman.

He gave me 200 grand to
tell the FBI a Fairy Tale

about my perfect date
with his perfect son.

And they bought it.

Cannot believe she snowed us.

Well, she's very persuasive.

Now, about that murder charge.

Case dismissed. Agent
Moretti, you're free to go.

Daniel.

You never stopped believing in me.

Just returning the favor.

It was a hell of a job...

For a pinko liberal college Professor.

Thank you for your service.

I'm certifying you fit for duty.

No more therapy required.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Kate.

So, I'll see you next week?

Monday at 10:00.

It's kind of like a séance.

It's a little awkward.

- Is she here?
- Yep. Yep.

Don't worry. I'm okay with it.

I'm gonna give you two some privacy.

- Well, is...
- She's gone.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Thought you might be in
the mood for some Hop Li.

Brought you some egg rolls.

Looks like enough to feed an
Army. Do you want to join me?

Nah, I got to be up early.

But you've exonerated
your one and only client.

What are you gonna do
now? Chase ambulances?

Actually, I got my old job back.

And I got a bonus.

I'm prosecuting Congressman Rickford.

That's better than a raise.

Do you want to know what the
worst part of this whole thing was?

Was realizing that I have
no life outside of my job.

I got to fix that.

I should go.

But you could stay.

Kate.

I want to stay more than
anything in the world.

But I screwed us up once.

And if you give me another chance...

I'm gonna do it right this time.

But Donnie, it's okay.

You've been through a lot and...

And you're feeling vulnerable.

So, as much as I want to sweep
you off your feet right now

and carry you into that bedroom...

I'm gonna leave.

"There are no second
acts in American lives".

Who said it?

- Fitzgerald.
- Yes.

But F. Scott should have
brushed up on his Neuroscience.

Because there can be a
second act for the brain.

Devastated by injury,

the brains of ordinary people
can develop amazing new skills...

A second act, if you will, known
as acquired savant syndrome.

A high-school dropout
is savagely attacked.

He awakens able to draw mathematically
accurate fractals by hand.

After a stroke, a doctor with no previous
interest in art becomes a gifted painter.

Whose work adorns gallery
walls and magazine pages.

So if our brains can
have a second act...

Why not our lives?

Broken lives can be healed.

Justice can finally prevail.

Damaged relationships repaired.

Sins can be forgiven.

Wrongs can be righted.

In our lives, as in our
brains, we all deserve...

A second chance.

You just have to be
brave enough to seize it.

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