Doubt (2017): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript
Successful defense lawyer Sadie Ellis begins falling for her charismatic client, who may or may not be guilty of a brutal crime.
♪
♪ So fly, so fresh, so elite
♪ 'Cause I'm, I'm a,
I'm a, I'm a beast... ♪
Hey!
(car horns blaring)
♪ 'Cause I'm a, I'm a,
I'm a beast ♪
♪ I'm so fly...
Whoa! Hey!
Sorry!
♪ 'Cause I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
♪ I'm a beast.
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.
ALBERT:
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.
RUSSO:
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?
RUSSO:
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. REPORTER: 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.
(crowd murmuring)
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.
BAILIFF: All rise.
People v. William Brennan
on the charge of murder
in the first degree.
Here for arraignment.
JUDGE:
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.
FERRETTI:
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.
(gavel bangs)
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.
Oh, you do not want to go mother
to mother with me on this.
A shattered mother seeking justice...
I have the Mother Teresa of...
(arguing continues)
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.
(phone chiming)
Oh, 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. MAN: 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.
(elevator bell dings)
TANYA:
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.
Oh, 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.
Oh, 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? TIFFANY:
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? Uh, 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.
TANYA:
You can put the hand down now.
Big dog's gone.
♪ Bang, bang...
ALBERT: 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.
GEMMA:
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 ...
Oh, crap.
I left him tied
to a parking meter.
That was ten hours ago!
♪ Eyes never told
a lie before... ♪
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.
BILLY: So undergrad at NYU
and law school at Columbia.
You don't you ever
leave New York City?
I go to Brooklyn sometimes.
(chuckles)
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.
(both chuckle)
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.
(elevator bell dings)
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...
HOLLAND: 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.
Uh...
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.
HOLLAND:
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.
ISAIAH: 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.
SADIE:
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
reapproach 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.
JUDGE PAPP:
You may step down, sir.
You're excused.
TIFFANY:
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--
Oh, my God,
I'm yelling at my boss.
I'm from Iowa.
We don't yell.
We seethe, silently.
(whispers):
What's happening to me?
MARGARET: 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.
Oh, 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.
BOTH:
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.
HOLLAND: Can you tell us
what happened, Mr. Fiorita?
FIORITA: We were
waiting for the train.
We were arguing.
I had forgotten
to take in the dry cleaning.
Such a stupid argument.
(sniffles) I'm sorry.
Do you need a minute?
(sniffles)
So, uh, 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.
HOLLAND: 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, uh, 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.
CAMERON: 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.
(indistinct police transmission)
Uh, her body was...
right there. Sorry.
(clears throat)
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.
CAMERON:
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?
JUDGE HSU: Mr. Cobb.
Mr. Slater was sent to River
Hill after being kicked out
of two other schools
for alcohol and drug abuse.
Michael Slater
is not on trial here.
ALBERT:
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.
ALBERT: 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 protect session, for fear
of future prosecution...
JUDGE HSU:
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?
BALDRIDGE: 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 17th?
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.
JUDGE PAPP:
Control your client, Counsel.
And, yes,
why don't we take lunch?
(gavel bangs)
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, huh?
(elevator bell dings)
You're looking for dirt
on Michael Slater?
Hmm.
(sighs)
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.
FERRETTI:
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!
(barking)
JUDGE PAPP: Ms. Wirth!
(gavel banging)
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.
(door opens, closes)
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,
"Uh-oh, 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 better be.
Have you reached a verdict?
We have.
We find the defendant,
Lester Wilson,
not guilty
by reason of insanity.
(gallery murmuring)
JUDGE PAPP: Mr. Wilson
will be remanded to
the Holchester
Psychiatric Facility.
Lester, we won. JUDGE
PAPP: Thank you, jurors.
Thank you for
your service.
You are excused.
We are now in adjournment.
(gavel bangs)
♪ My girl got a minimum
♪ Keep stuck right there
♪ Till the number comes...
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.
Oh, 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.
♪ Curse the things
that made me... ♪
Look, I'm your boss,
not your father, but...
whatever's going on
between you two,
just end it.
♪ Go on
♪
(intercom buzzes)
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.
(sighs softly)
♪ Don't chicken out
♪ It's all good...
Billy...
♪ To be what you could
♪ Punch drunk, dumb struck,
potluck, happy, happy... ♪
(whispers):
We can't.
We can't. I have to go.
Please let me go.
♪ Punch drunk, dumb struck,
potluck, happy, happy ♪
♪ Figured out
♪ I'm good
♪ Turn me down
♪ Like I knew I should
♪ Happy...
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?
♪ Don't chicken out...
You went to jail when I was two
and robbed me of a mother.
That's what happened.
♪ Punch drunk,
dumb struck, potluck ♪
♪ Happy, happy...
I met a guy, Mom.
♪ Punch drunk,
dumb struck, potluck... ♪
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.
(exhales)
It's so complicated,
and I don't know what to do,
and I need my mother.
I need you.
♪ Don't chicken out
♪ It's all good...
You know the rules, Rice.
No contact.
Danya, please.
Just give us a minute.
♪ Happy...
I thought when I went to prison,
I'd ruined your life.
But look at you.
You're amazing.
♪
♪ Curse the things
that made me sad for so long. ♪
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♪ I'm a beast.
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.
ALBERT:
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.
RUSSO:
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?
RUSSO:
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. REPORTER: 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.
(crowd murmuring)
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.
BAILIFF: All rise.
People v. William Brennan
on the charge of murder
in the first degree.
Here for arraignment.
JUDGE:
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.
FERRETTI:
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.
(gavel bangs)
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.
Oh, you do not want to go mother
to mother with me on this.
A shattered mother seeking justice...
I have the Mother Teresa of...
(arguing continues)
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.
(phone chiming)
Oh, 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. MAN: 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.
(elevator bell dings)
TANYA:
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.
Oh, 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.
Oh, 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? TIFFANY:
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? Uh, 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.
TANYA:
You can put the hand down now.
Big dog's gone.
♪ Bang, bang...
ALBERT: 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.
GEMMA:
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 ...
Oh, crap.
I left him tied
to a parking meter.
That was ten hours ago!
♪ Eyes never told
a lie before... ♪
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.
BILLY: So undergrad at NYU
and law school at Columbia.
You don't you ever
leave New York City?
I go to Brooklyn sometimes.
(chuckles)
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.
(both chuckle)
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.
(elevator bell dings)
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...
HOLLAND: 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.
Uh...
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.
HOLLAND:
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.
ISAIAH: 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.
SADIE:
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
reapproach 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.
JUDGE PAPP:
You may step down, sir.
You're excused.
TIFFANY:
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--
Oh, my God,
I'm yelling at my boss.
I'm from Iowa.
We don't yell.
We seethe, silently.
(whispers):
What's happening to me?
MARGARET: 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.
Oh, 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.
BOTH:
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.
HOLLAND: Can you tell us
what happened, Mr. Fiorita?
FIORITA: We were
waiting for the train.
We were arguing.
I had forgotten
to take in the dry cleaning.
Such a stupid argument.
(sniffles) I'm sorry.
Do you need a minute?
(sniffles)
So, uh, 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.
HOLLAND: 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, uh, 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.
CAMERON: 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.
(indistinct police transmission)
Uh, her body was...
right there. Sorry.
(clears throat)
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.
CAMERON:
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?
JUDGE HSU: Mr. Cobb.
Mr. Slater was sent to River
Hill after being kicked out
of two other schools
for alcohol and drug abuse.
Michael Slater
is not on trial here.
ALBERT:
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.
ALBERT: 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 protect session, for fear
of future prosecution...
JUDGE HSU:
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?
BALDRIDGE: 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 17th?
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.
JUDGE PAPP:
Control your client, Counsel.
And, yes,
why don't we take lunch?
(gavel bangs)
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, huh?
(elevator bell dings)
You're looking for dirt
on Michael Slater?
Hmm.
(sighs)
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.
FERRETTI:
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!
(barking)
JUDGE PAPP: Ms. Wirth!
(gavel banging)
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.
(door opens, closes)
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,
"Uh-oh, 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 better be.
Have you reached a verdict?
We have.
We find the defendant,
Lester Wilson,
not guilty
by reason of insanity.
(gallery murmuring)
JUDGE PAPP: Mr. Wilson
will be remanded to
the Holchester
Psychiatric Facility.
Lester, we won. JUDGE
PAPP: Thank you, jurors.
Thank you for
your service.
You are excused.
We are now in adjournment.
(gavel bangs)
♪ My girl got a minimum
♪ Keep stuck right there
♪ Till the number comes...
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.
Oh, 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.
♪ Curse the things
that made me... ♪
Look, I'm your boss,
not your father, but...
whatever's going on
between you two,
just end it.
♪ Go on
♪
(intercom buzzes)
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.
(sighs softly)
♪ Don't chicken out
♪ It's all good...
Billy...
♪ To be what you could
♪ Punch drunk, dumb struck,
potluck, happy, happy... ♪
(whispers):
We can't.
We can't. I have to go.
Please let me go.
♪ Punch drunk, dumb struck,
potluck, happy, happy ♪
♪ Figured out
♪ I'm good
♪ Turn me down
♪ Like I knew I should
♪ Happy...
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?
♪ Don't chicken out...
You went to jail when I was two
and robbed me of a mother.
That's what happened.
♪ Punch drunk,
dumb struck, potluck ♪
♪ Happy, happy...
I met a guy, Mom.
♪ Punch drunk,
dumb struck, potluck... ♪
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.
(exhales)
It's so complicated,
and I don't know what to do,
and I need my mother.
I need you.
♪ Don't chicken out
♪ It's all good...
You know the rules, Rice.
No contact.
Danya, please.
Just give us a minute.
♪ Happy...
I thought when I went to prison,
I'd ruined your life.
But look at you.
You're amazing.
♪
♪ Curse the things
that made me sad for so long. ♪
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