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(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) He didn't just leave his phone behind.

He arranged to be unreachable, Dad.

This doesn't make any sense.

Dr. Fraser, where is your husband?

He is at a medical conference.

Dr. Jonathan Fraser's employment was terminated three months

ago.

A full disciplinary hearing alleged inappropriate contact with

Eleanor Alvarez.

Excuse me, I live here.

Why are you taking his hairbrush?

We need the hairbrush for DNA, for paternity.

You need to get protection for yourself.

Grace, you need to get out of here.

You're an enemy.

His story will explode.

I love you.

I love you.

My name is Grace Fraser.

My husband has just broken in.

He's a fugitive.

He's wanted for murder.

His name is Jonathan Fraser.

I'm at 361 Beachway Drive.

I'm freaking terrified.

I need you to get here quickly.

Please.

So he

didn't call first.

He just showed up.

That's right.

You called 911 approximately five minutes after he

arrived.

Yes.

More or less.

Is there a reason you're not believing me?

Because that's what it feels like right now.

You don't believe me.

You said he grabbed you by the throat.

He put his left hand over my mouth.

He put his right hand behind the back

of my neck.

And...

It's okay.

I'll take care of it.

Oh.

Were you afraid?

I was terrified.

Because you thought that he might harm you?

I don't...

I mean, I wouldn't rule it out.

Kill you?

God, why would you be asking me these

questions?

Why are you asking me this?

We are investigating a crime.

He assaulted you.

I'm just trying to assess the severity of

the assault.

I'm sorry.

The DNA results came back.

And?

The daughter is his.

Last name?

Fraser.

Last name?

Lopez.

Last name?

Last name?

Fraser is scheduled to be arraigned at the

New York County Supreme Court.

We are also now learning that the victim

was an artist and that her sculpting hammer

was discovered to be missing from her studio.

Police are now considering this as the possible

murder weapon.

You'll remember that Eleanor Lopez was found bludgeoned

to death...

Henry.

Can you turn that off, please?

Henry, turn it off.

What?

Turn it off.

Please.

Does he have a lawyer?

I'm hearing he has a public defender.

Probably hasn't got much money.

He hasn't been working.

What about you, money-wise?

I'm fine.

He did drain our bank account some, but...

Hey, so what's happening?

They'll be charged, they'll enter a plea, and

it'll be over.

It'll all go pretty quickly.

Do you know who his attorney is?

No, I do not.

My grapevine is a bit limited on the

criminal side.

But, Grace, I don't know.

I don't know what you've been reading, I

don't know what you've seen, but I am

telling you, you need to hire your own

attorney.

The prospect of you knowing, possibly aiding and

abetting...

What?

Harboring a fugitive...

I didn't do that.

I'm not...

Even so, this is what they do.

The police will want to secure your cooperation.

Leverage is leverage.

I'm telling you.

I'm here.

I will call you on the other side,

okay?

Okay.

Hey.

Hi.

It's a madhouse.

I can't see over there.

It's too dark.

Oh, he's got the Badger.

Who?

For his attorney, Robert Adelman.

He's a public defender.

He's good, but he's not great.

He just chews and gnaws.

We call him the Badger.

Catherine Stamper's prosecuting him.

Actually, we interned together for a hot minute.

She's a heavy hitter.

She's here in person for the arraignment.

It means they're not messing around.

Oh, Jesus.

Her husband is death glaring me at the

Godkilder.

Who's he with?

I don't know.

With his mother or something.

What?

Okay.

No, I have to get off the phone.

Okay.

All rise.

The criminal court of the city of New

York is now in session.

The Honorable Layla Scott presiding.

Please be seated.

I have allowed television cameras into this room

for today only.

I'm making a public interest exception pursuant to

my authority under local civil rule 1.8.

However, however, this courtroom will not become a

circus.

I don't want to see anybody talking on

phones, Snapchatting, Instagramming, or any of the other

social media nonsense.

We're going to call the case, bring in

the defendant, arraign him in accordance with the

duly promulgated Civil Code.

I hope I have made myself abundantly clear.

Go ahead.

Docket number 62333.

The people of the state of New York

versus Jonathan Frazier.

Count one, murder in the first degree.

Count two, aggravated rape.

Robert Adelman for the defendant, Your Honor.

At this time, we'll waive reading of the

charges and enter a plea not guilty for

all charges.

We also ask...

Catherine Stamper for the people, Your Honor.

We oppose bail.

This was a heinous and violent crime.

My client has long-standing roots in the

community.

The defendant has already demonstrated himself to be

a placer.

He fled the jurisdiction.

Not so much as a parking ticket.

Well, murder and rape, he hit the ground

running.

Objection.

Ask for sanctions.

Ten million bond, two million cash.

Take the defendant back into custody.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Next case.

Docket number 62432.

The people of the state of New York

versus Matthew Tinker.

He looks scared.

Dad.

How we doing?

It's been nearly a week, son.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

First things first.

Don't be talking to nobody in here.

The franchise is populated with reprobates that are

going to improve their pride.

Any information they can glean from you might

be dividends, and not to you.

Well, I would only tell them that I'm

innocent.

Innocent is good.

Saying nothing is better.

So can you get me out of it?

With money for bail?

Yes.

With my persuasive skills, more of a challenge.

You own your own home?

The one in the fancy building I seen

on the news?

I own it jointly with my wife.

I am innocent.

Do you care?

Not really.

Truth be told, I prefer my clients guilty.

Takes the pressure off.

I should say, having read the police report,

I would have been very surprised if you

were innocent.

In fact, it would be difficult for an

innocent man to present more guilty, unless of

course he was stupid, which I'm figuring you're

not since you cure cancer and all.

Back to me, please.

You know, I should say up front that

in my experience, doctors tend to be assholes.

The reason they tend to be assholes is

because they get to be.

They're doctors.

My point is, you don't get to be

one anymore.

I would be very grateful if you could

arrange to

meet my wife.

Dr. Fraser.

Thanks for coming.

I'm Robert, Robert Avery.

Nice to meet you.

Please.

This must be a terrible hardship for you

on us.

My sympathies on that.

Hi, can I get you anything?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

Your husband seems pretty convinced that you would

vouch for his innocence.

I won't.

I can't.

Oh, okay.

You strike me as a wife suffering from

PTB.

Excuse me?

Post Traumatic Betrayal.

I kind of, I kind of caught it

myself.

It's not real.

It means a fucked over person being fucked

over often believes the fucker over it to

be capable of anything, including murder.

So my question to you, before you got

wind of the fact that he was unfaithful,

you pre-fucked over our impression of him.

Did he strike you as a person capable

of committing this kind of mayhem?

If he did, do you think I'd be

married to him?

My specialty is reading people.

It's the best tool in my kit.

Getting a feel for a person.

I'm thinking your husband is a bit of

a dick, but not a killer.

And what do you think?

I don't know what I think.

I wouldn't go anywhere near the son of

a bitch.

Don't tell me you're considering it.

I feel like I owe it to Henry

to allow for his father to be innocent,

don't I?

No, you do not.

I just need to get a semblance of

the truth.

What makes you think you will get the

truth from him?

You think he did it, don't you?

No, baby.

No, no.

No.

Thanks for

coming.

How's Henry?

How do you think he might be?

Look, I don't know what the purpose of

this conversation is, but you wanted me to

come and I'm here.

Well, it's not to convince you that I'm

a good husband.

Or a good father.

You didn't just do this to me, you

did this to your son.

You have a daughter.

You have a fucking daughter.

Look, I...

I spoke about, I don't know, uh, being

obsessed with me, you know?

She was.

She was not a well person.

Grace, you have to help me.

The whole world thinks I did this.

My only chance is for people who know

me to come forward.

To help you?

You actually think I'm gonna help you?

You know my heart, you know my heart.

I understand that you can no longer trust

me to be the man you thought I

was, I get that, but you certainly know

that I would never take a human life,

you know that.

You know anything?

My heart wouldn't allow it, nor would my

ego, you know.

It didn't do it.

Whatever my thoughts and my transgressions, my love

for you, for Henry, can you bring him?

Please bring him.

Please, Grace.

He's gonna hear from you.

Sorry, Grace.

Perfect.

And back it down.

Very good.

Which other animals have funny walks?

The batfish, body like a tennis racket.

They use their flap-like fingers for walking

slowly in the seabed.

So it's this.

Perfect.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

I appreciate you taking the time.

I'm really not comfortable with this.

No, I understand.

I signed a confidentiality agreement, and I'm risking

my job even talking to you.

You're...

You're a good friend to him.

You are, you were.

If you're expecting me to actually help him

at this point, after everything that just...

No, I would never expect that if you

were guilty.

Which he is.

And if he's not?

Come on, Grace.

He's not who we thought he was.

How is?

I know she had a son, a seven

-year-old boy with a Wilms tumor.

Jonathan was his doctor.

They weren't discreet.

They weren't even trying to be.

The warnings didn't seem to matter.

He wanted her, and he was willing to

risk everything, which he clearly did.

Well, he says that she wasn't well.

He says that she was obsessed with him

and that she was...

I wouldn't know.

If she was the obsessive-compulsive type, and

I admit, I'm clutching at straws here.

Grace, Jonathan cultivated it.

The people becoming obsessed with him, he fed

off that.

His patients loved him, the parents, of course.

The parents worshipped him.

He was saving their children.

He thrived on being the center of intense

emotion in a very narcissistic and unhealthy way.

It's like he never got the God complex

memo.

In fact, actually, sometimes I think it wasn't

even about the patient.

It was the emotion coming at him.

He cared about his patients.

He did.

I saw it.

Yeah, maybe.

He cried for them.

Maybe.

They say psychopaths can't work in the hospital.

Psychopaths?

He's not a psychopath.

Did you see Jonathan?

Yeah.

How was it?

I'll tell you in a minute.

It's called hero worship.

Excuse me?

People falling in love with their saviors.

It's mostly a woman who is affected and

the objects of the delusion are doctors, firefighters,

policemen.

It's also called rescue romance syndrome.

Sounds like a load of crap.

Well, it isn't.

What does it got to do with anything?

She fell in love with the doctor who

saved her kid's life.

What has that got to do with him

killing her?

According to Jonathan, since she took it to

extremes.

And?

Crazy people do crazy things.

Are you serious?

Are you now believing that Jonathan is innocent?

I'm just open to the idea.

And are you open to the idea of

you and Jonathan getting back together?

No.

Of course not.

Don't be ridiculous.

It's your move.

He came to me for money.

Excuse me?

He said you were worried about paying for

Riordan this year that you thought you might

have to take Henry out.

That's not true.

I told him it would not be in

Riordan's best economic interest to lose Henry.

And he said, yeah, but you were worried

about finances overall and that you would never

come to speak to me about it.

And I knew that to be true so

that when he asked me not to say

anything to you...

How much did you give him?

$500,000.

I thought I was helping you and Henry.

I mean, I know how private you are,

Grace.

I knew that you would not come to

me.

I mean, I was actually grateful to that

son of a bitch.

I even thanked him for giving me the

opportunity to...

I'm...

I am so sorry.