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(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) Were you afraid?

Because you thought that he might kill you?

We oppose bail.

Ten million bond, two million cash.

Whatever my faults, my transgressions, I love you.

You have a daughter.

Was your wife being treated for psychological disorder?

Be very careful, Dr. Fraser.

You need to hire your own attorney.

The police will want to secure your cooperation.

I got a feeling your daughter is hiding

something.

There was an active camera a block away

from the scene.

What is this?

The only people of relevance in the area,

around the time, are you and your husband.

You mentioned Hayley Fitzgerald.

People hire me to create muck.

That's what I can give you and your

husband.

Muck.

I love you.

Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you.

Birds singing in the sycamore tree.

Dream, a little dream of me.

Say nighty-night and kiss me.

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll

miss me.

While I'm alone and blue as can be.

Dream, a little dream of me.

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you.

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.

Pardon your dreams, whatever they be.

Dream, a little...

I was on one of my walks.

One of your walks?

Yes, one of my walks.

That's what I do.

That's how I ground myself.

I walk.

Is that really so difficult to comprehend?

That you happen to ground yourself by walking

within footsteps of your husband's bludgeoned-to-death

lover?

Yeah, it bumps me.

I'm not saying it's bad.

Perhaps I could suggest that you killed her.

Did you?

Are you making a joke?

I don't make jokes.

I'm not funny.

Luckily for you, not Jonathan, the police have

more images of you grounding yourself.

Walking after the time of death.

You're no longer on their radar as a

suspect, but they still think you're withholding.

Why?

Because it's what rich, entitled people do when

threatened.

They conceal the ugly truths to protect themselves,

their family units, their places in society, their

public image.

And they think they can get away with

it because they're rich.

I'm not withholding.

Whether you are or not, eyes here, please.

Don't do it with me.

Ever.

Anything else?

Apart from your grounding walkabout, any more secrets?

No.

Tell me more about Eleanor's husband.

You said that he struck you as volatile.

Very.

How very?

Just very.

That's not terribly specific.

Are we talking about something more than that?

Come on.

Give it the old, trained clinical psychologist try.

Why are you testing me?

Because this case may come down to you.

And before I put you on the stand,

I have to kick the tires.

On the stand?

No.

I'm not going on the stand.

You see Haley?

I don't like her.

So what?

You're not paying her to be your friend,

Grace.

Lawyers are like car mechanics.

You pay them to fix your problems.

For bedside manner, I always have you.

Oh, so now I'm the enemy.

No, I didn't say that.

Can I get something for you, miss?

No, thank you, Armour.

I'm fine.

I'm not hungry.

So what are you saying?

I just need a little unconditional support from

my loving father right now.

That would be nice.

Ruth, thank you so much for doing this.

I'm doing it for Franklin.

How did you get that bruise on your

face?

I was attacked by one of my friends

here.

And you bit him?

I did, yes.

Somewhere amidst the pile-on when half the

prison joined in the fun.

Self-defense, you know.

Don't bite anybody else.

Okay, I need to get you out.

I can better start shaping the narrative of

you as a quasi-free man.

The bail is two million.

I'm guessing you don't have that.

I don't know.

What about family?

Parents, siblings, favourite uncle?

Well, I'm estranged from my family.

Why is that?

Is it important?

It is.

Especially since you seem to be estranged from

everybody.

Well, I haven't really spoken to my family

since I left for college.

But they would lack the means as well

as the inclination to help with that.

Are there any more L.N.S. out

there?

No.

Other women you've been involved with during the

course of your marriage?

I will find out.

You might as well tell me now.

Were there any others?

There was one.

Just a one-off years ago.

I'd lost a patient and I was, you

know, in a mess.

I was distraught.

And you had a lapse?

Yeah.

And how many others?

No, like I said, just the one.

Are you going to be able to defend

me, Hayley, or not?

I'll be able to defend you best if

I'm not surprised.

Well, there was no one else apart from

Eleanor.

Eleanor and the one where you were distraught.

The sad fuck.

Is that supposed to be funny?

I'm not funny.

I'll need her name.

Thank you for coming.

My pleasure.

I'm kind of a glutton for punishment.

This thing, like the trial of a lifetime.

So the opportunity for me to relive losing

it.

I'm sorry, um...

I'm kidding.

You know, if it was somebody I loved,

whose ass was on the line, I'd...

I'd be one he'd hate if it's you

instead of me, too.

So?

Do you think that he might be innocent?

Jonathan?

Does what you wanted to ask me.

There's something to be said for objectivity, so

I just...

My gut instinct is yes.

He could be innocent.

You know, brain's connected to the gut.

They got scientific evidence of that now.

You didn't know that about being a shrink

and all.

I still think he's a dick.

Just not one who would commit murder.

Haley feels that it's important that he gets

out on bail.

She feels that we're presenting to a potential

jury pool in a more favorable light and

he'll be able to contribute to his defense

in a more meaningful way.

I assume this is when your loving father

gives his unconditional support a test drive?

Are you all planning to live together like

a family again?

No, no.

Okay.

Jonathan will live in the apartment and...

and Henry and I will continue to live

with you, if that's okay.

Mark.

Good day, sir.

Robert.

Well, I can't imagine what you must think

of me.

I certainly understand why you would not feel

comfortable putting up my bail.

Stop.

I'm not here for your understanding.

I'm here to look at you.

I'm here to make sure that you understand

me.

I think you're guilty.

I believe you killed that woman.

Grace...

makes room for the possibility that you did

not.

And perhaps because she so rarely asked for

my help.

I find myself...

ill-equipped to refuse it.

But should you run?

Should you do anything to further harm my

daughter?

My grandson?

I will track you down.

And I will kill you myself.

Thank you.

I'll make good with your daughter.

With Henry.

And I will make good with you.

I'm done here.

Get up.

Let's go.

I'm going

to say this and then I would be

grateful if you would leave us alone.

I'm obviously very happy to be out and

beyond that.

I look forward to clearing my name in

court and proving that I'm innocent of this

crime.

Thank you very much.

Sorry.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm sorry.

You're not in trouble, Henry.

Then why am I here?

I would just like to know what was

said.

What was said?

I would just like to know what was

said between you and Miguel Alves.

Hi was said?

By me?

Miguel didn't say anything.

You just said hi?

Well, after I said sorry.

You said sorry to Miguel?

Yes.

And what were you sorry for?

I bumped into him by accident.

So I said sorry.

It's one of the five C's.

Character, courage, conscience, charity and courtesy.

I said sorry out of courtesy.

I already regret it.

I'm not going to play the role of

brokering you back together again, you know.

You never liked him.

No.

No, I never did.

Jonathan upset me in a profound way the

minute I first set eyes on him.

I did ask you what it was you

loved about him.

I asked you whether he seemed so perfect

for you.

Because you had explained to him exactly what

perfect for you meant.

And he was just giving back what you

wanted.

I know you're angry.

I'm furious.

I'm furious with myself, Chris.

For not putting up a fight.

God.

They want to kick Henry out of school.

What?

They want him to be homeschooled until all

of this is over.

Excuse me.

The police are back.

We had to be such a nuisance.

But you continue to be.

I also give you advice, Doctor, but...

Then don't.

What, are we to understand you've allowed your

husband back into your home?

My personal life is none of your business.

What would you think that?

Your personal life, your husband's personal life, is

our primary business of late.

What do you want?

Can you sit for a second?

No, I would prefer to stand.

How well did you know Eleanor Alves?

Are we back to that?

She called you.

Many times in the days before her death.

It's right there on her phone, your cell

number.

Nothing to say?

I never, ever spoke to Eleanor Alves, not

on my cell phone.

Not on any other phone.

Yeah, that's true.

Her phone shows that those calls were never

answered.

Because you never picked up.

Why are you fucking with me?

Did you know it was her?

No, because I don't pick up a number

when I don't recognize it.

I assume that it's a telemarketer.

Alright, fine.

If you think maybe I was the one

that killed her, great.

Be sure to testify to that.

We're just trying to get all the information.

Included, but not limited to your relationship with

the victim.

I had no relationship with her.

Other than I was on a committee with

her, and I walked...

Evening, miss.

Good evening, Helen.

And I unwittingly walked within a block of

her apartment the night that she was killed.

You know she was an artist, right?

Sculptor, painter.

It was on the news.

She never knew it before.

So you never posed for her?

No, fuck you.

What?

We found something in her basement storage.

I don't...

It's an oil portrait.

I would say she captured you rather well.

Don't you think?

Did you know?

No, I had no idea.

What do you mean, like a portrait?

Yes, a portrait.

Christ.

And exceptionally detailed.

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

What are the police making of it?

I don't know.

Or they're not saying.

They're just asking more questions, and I don't

have the answers.

We'll get through this.

We'll get through this.

We will.

We will.

We will.

We're not in this together.

We're not.

You stand accused of a crime that maybe

you did, maybe you didn't do.

And I'm gonna play the role, the assigned

role of the wife.

And that's it.

Well, then I just pray that I make

my way back to you.

You know, what we had, you and I,

was...

It was too big to undo just like

that.

But you did.

You managed to undo it, didn't you?

Whatever I feel for you, it doesn't matter,

because my mind is stronger than my heart.

You know that about me.

And while you may not be a murderer,

you're...

You're not my husband.

You'll never be my husband.

Come on.

Come on.

Come here.

Come on.

Come on.

It's me.

It's me.

It's me.

It's me.

It's me.

Stop.

Please, stop.

Stop.

Just stop it.

Stop it now.

No.

No.

No.

Hi, dear.

Hi.

Hi.

Come say hello.

Hi.

Hello.

How are you?

You run off.

Tell them I'm sorry.

Tell Miss Hattie it's my fault.

I've told Grace a thousand times, but if

there's anything I can do...

You're a dear, dear girl, and she knows

it.

So do I.

How is she?

She's always so stoic.

How is she really?

Really?

I don't know.

I don't know whether I ever knew.

She's just Grace being Grace.

My date has just appeared.

You have fun?

I intend to.

He didn't do anything wrong.

My homeschooling then?

Well, we just feel it would be in

the best interest of everyone, if Henry, for

the time being.

Why?

With the trial approaching, the distraction serves no

one.

You told my daughter that Reardon would be

there for Henry.

That the community was steadfast.

I did, but...

Henry's life has been ripped apart.

If ever an overpriced, self-important, full-of

-shit school needed to step up...

This is coming from the board.

They feel we need to create distance between

Reardon and all the ugliness.

I cannot exalt your grandson's needs at the

expense of the school's writ large.

Well, I can.

I've given a lot of money to this

school, Mr. Conifer.

And I've always considered it a privilege to

be able to do so.

But make no mistake.

I am a cocksucker.

And I don't mean that in the sense

of gay belittlement as it's currently come to

be interpreted.

No.

I'm an old-fashioned cocksucker.

The more traditional kind.

The kind who fucks over anyone who hurts

me or a loved one.

You speak of ugliness, Mr. Conifer.

You have not yet met...

Ugliness.

Hey.

It's alright.

Are you okay?

Fine.

I promise.

What happened?

I don't know.

I was...

I was walking in the park and I

got lightheaded and then...

I think I just went numb.

Hey.

Hi.

Jonathan.

You okay?

I'm fine.

It was probably just a bit of a

panic attack and then some stress.

Yeah.

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

So what are the doctors saying?

Um...