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(Transcribed by TurboScribe.ai. Go Unlimited to remove this message.) 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 does that got to do with him

killing her?

According to Jonathan, 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

Reardon this year, that you thought you might

have to take Henry out.

That's not true.

Yeah, I told him it would not be

in Reardon'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...

But I'm...

I'm so sorry.

I should have told you.

I mean, if I had, maybe that woman

would be alive today.

This isn't

gonna be easy.

You keep saying that.

Hey.

Mom.

Hey, put it down.

Mom.

Mom.

I'll be fine.

Okay?

No touching.

Let's go.

Really?

Yeah.

Well?

Another fine mess I've gotten you into.

Yeah.

How are you at high school?

Fine.

Violin?

Rosenbaum?

What's the latest on him?

Shoot killer.

No.

You're a fuckinger.

Okay.

Well, straight to the net with that one.

Were you?

Yeah, we were romantically involved.

You don't love mom.

Yeah, of course I do.

I love her and you more than anything.

And I always will.

I fucked up.

I made a terrible, terrible mistake.

I allowed myself to be persuaded that a

person desperately needed me because her child was

very sick and I could help him recover.

And I let that be a reason to

lose my strength of character.

I was very sorry for her and I

think that her wanting to help overwhelmed me.

So...

And then, after everything, instead of being grateful

for everything I'd done for her and for

her son, she became unsound.

Threatening.

Got to the point where I felt she

wanted to destroy us as a family.

So I went to confront her about that.

And that's it.

That's all I did.

Why did you run?

If you're innocent.

Well, I ran because I...

I was scared.

I knew how it looked.

And I was selfish.

In that moment, I was completely selfish.

I thought only about myself and what might

happen to me.

And then...

I thought about you, Mum.

So I came back, which may have been

selfish again.

But, you see, I wanted my family back.

Well, I desperately hope we will.

Come here.

Come here.

Hey.

No touching.

Let's go.

It's okay.

You mentioned

Hayley Fitzgerald.

For you?

For him.

There's a certain stigma attached to a public

defender.

You have always had an unlimited capacity to

see the humanity in a person.

To have an affair, that's human.

To strike at someone in an act of

passion or anger, that's human.

But to bludgeon someone to death and keep

on bludgeoning them long after they are dead,

that is a monster, Grace.

That is a monster.

He's not that monster.

He's...

He can't be.

He...

He's not that monster.

Dad, he's not.

I'll arrange for you to meet with Hayley

Fitzgerald.

Take the right hand.

It makes me miss Mum.

Please.

Lots of shit on you on the Google.

You got the guards, everybody talking.

Hey, what's it like to be so fancy?

Come on.

You probably got book deals and shit, right?

If I can get my hands on a

pen, you think you can sign some shit

for me?

Yeah, take your fucking hand off me.

Take my fucking hand off you?

You gonna be an asshole about things now?

Take your fucking hands off me!

Ah!

Hayley Fitzgerald.

Grace, pleasure.

Thank you for seeing me.

It's my pleasure.

Please take a seat.

I've read the police reports.

I'm curious as to why you'd want to

help this man.

Well, for my son.

Should his father be innocent?

And should he be guilty?

Thinking of your son, which side do you

want to err on?

If you would just take a look at

the case.

I have.

The evidence isn't good.

Add to that, he's got a truth problem.

Are you saying that the case can't be

won?

I'm not saying that at all.

I never underestimate the state's ability to fuck

things up.

I can win almost any case, Grace.

What I cannot do is wave a wand

and make everything better.

If he killed her, I can't make him

innocent.

I can't make him faithful.

I know that.

Do you?

Yes.

Many clients think I can undo everything.

Wipe the slate clean.

You sound like me talking to my patients.

I understand that you're a very good therapist.

You've probably fixed more than a few marriages.

That's not my skill set.

People hire me to create muck.

Muck up the state's case so they can't

meet their burden.

That's what I can give you and your

husband.

Muck.

Mr. Reinhart?

Detective Joe Mendoza.

NYPD.

I'm sure you are, dear boy.

I got a feeling your daughter is hiding

something.

Whether she's withholding, tampering with, or falsifying evidence.

For all we know, she's an accomplice.

For her father.

Could use some good advice.

Voice of reason.

Well, better, I think, that I be the

voice of reason for you, detective.

My daughter has neither committed a crime nor

obstructed justice.

I recognize that in the particular, justice is

open to subjective interpretation and I would not

deem to presume what your version of it

is.

Mine is very specific and if you'd like

to know what it is, get a warrant.

Watch out.

Tracer.

What?

What is Fernando Alves?

I'm sorry to intrude.

Can we talk?

No.

No, that's, that's not a good idea.

Why not?

Because it's not a good time, Mr. Alves.

Her husband killed my wife.

What would be a good time?

I've been informed you've been asking about her.

I was told she wasn't well.

If you have any questions, who better to

answer them than her husband?

Unless maybe yours.

Are you trying to intimidate me, Mr. Alves?

My wife has been murdered.

Yes.

And the idea of her character being attacked...

I'm very sorry for your loss, sir.

I cannot fathom your grief.

But I also find it very hard to

believe that my husband could have taken her

life.

Because he was such a fine person.

Hmm?

My son had cancer.

I put him into your husband's care.

He fucked my wife.

What kind of doctor does that?

What kind of mother ends up fucking her

child's oncologist?

I'm under a lot of pressure right now.

And I've reached the point where I'm not

taking shit from anyone.

Mr. Alves, were there other men?

Were there?

No.

No, there were no other men.

Was your wife being treated for psychological disorders?

None of your fucking business.

My son's father has been charged with murder.

So whatever secrets your wife had, whatever secrets

you have, whatever secrets you continue to harbor

for her, it's my business.

I will make it my business.

Be very careful, Dr. Fraser.

Oh.

Did he threaten you?

Not directly, but he has been following me.

Following you?

Stalking me.

All right, so you're here to file a

complaint?

I'm here to ascertain exactly what was Fernando

Alves' alibi.

That's not something we can disclose.

And why is that?

Dr. Fraser.

Have you categorically ruled this man out as

a suspect?

Have you?

I mean, he suffers from anger issues.

I could detect that in the first meeting.

He's in shock.

He would be understandable if he was angry.

Don't you think?

His wife cheated on him.

Then she was murdered.

Those are the kind of things that piss

husbands off.

He had motive.

He had opportunity.

He had access.

He's hiding something.

Mm-hmm.

What tells you that?

20-plus years of psychological training.

You're at his mind.

Mrs. Fraser, we have no reason to believe

that Fernando Alves is a suspect.

Are there security cameras from inside the building?

Do you have video footage of people coming

and going that night?

Again, we are not at liberty to disclose

that.

But you're at liberty to interrogate me, disclosing

and weaponizing every last informational nugget to emotionally

terrorize me.

You're at liberty to approach my father.

I mean...

That must be video surveillance.

Are you telling me that my husband was

the only person to enter that apartment that

night?

Because if that's the case, I want to

know because it will better enable me to

walk away from him and never, ever look

back.

Just...

Just fucking tell me.

All right, there were no security cameras in

the building.

It's an old building.

But on the street, you have cameras everywhere

in this city.

Yeah, there was a...

There was an active camera a block away

from the scene.

And?

And?

What is it?

What?

There was only one image capture that we

deemed to be relevant.

What is it?

What is this?

This is you.

Near the scene of the crime and around

the time Elena Alves was murdered.

I was walking.

I mean, I...

This isn't...

I was walking.

I take walks.

I didn't even know where she lived.

Are you suggesting that I'm a suspect?

Fernando Alves was not near the scene that

night.

The only people of relevance that we can

place in the area around the time are

you and your husband.

Exactly how well did you know Elena Alves?

Should you do anything to further harm my

daughter, I will track you down and I

will kill you myself.

You cast a spell.

Daddy's home.

I look forward to clearing my name in

court and proving that I'm innocent.

What, do you want to plan to live

like a family again?

Put up a fight.

How weak do you think I am?