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Do you

have an affair?

That's human.

A strike at someone, an act of passion,

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.

Are you sure?

Thank you for your kindness.

Do you swear that the testimony you are

about to give is the truth, the whole

truth and nothing but the truth?

I do.

Please state your name for the record.

Grace Reinhardt Frazer.

Be seated.

Doctor Frazer, may I call you Grace?

Yes.

You're a doctor?

I am.

Could you tell us your specialty?

I'm a clinical psychologist.

I have a PhD in psychology that I

got from Harvard University.

That's where you met your husband?

It is.

We met in 2002 and we were married

in 2005.

You've been happily married?

Until recently, yes.

Yes.

I won't ask you to recite the events

that brought you here today.

I appreciate that.

You and your husband are still together?

Yes, we are.

Prior to the night that Eleanor Alvarez was

killed, did you know that she and Jonathan

were romantically involved?

I did not.

We've heard testimony of you all being at

a school fundraiser together and that he left

early.

Why did he leave, to your knowledge?

My knowledge then was that he left because

of an emergency with a patient.

My knowledge subsequently and now is that he

left because of her.

Her being Eleanor the victim?

Yes.

He was in love with her.

Perhaps still is.

That must be difficult.

Yes, it is.

And yet you stand by him, giving testimony

on his behalf today?

Because he could not have done this.

How do you know that?

We've been married for 14 years.

We've been together for 17 years.

I've been able to intimately observe who and

what he is.

I'm a clinical psychologist.

I have an expertise in brain cognition.

I have a skill set that allows me

to read people, to diagnose them, if you

will.

You didn't know about his infidelity?

It's one thing to be fooled by his

adultery, to be duped by who and what

he fundamentally is.

And what is he?

He is...

Perhaps most profoundly, I would say he's a

healer.

He saves people's lives.

He cures children of cancer.

His whole esteem is inextricably bound up with

that.

Preserving human life.

The idea that he would take one is

simply untenable.

You would know, as a psychologist, that many

law-abiding, high-functioning people, including doctors, have

the capacity to snap.

I've never, ever observed Jonathan to be violent.

Not even once.

He is a gentle man.

He is a man of empathy.

It is not within him to do what

he has been accused of.

Thank you.

You love him.

I do.

Is there anyone you love more?

My son, Henry.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

I cannot imagine his ordeal for a 12

-year-old to see his father accused of

murder.

I beg to wish you could just wave

a wand for Henry's sake, give his father

back to him.

That's not what I'm doing here.

Are you familiar with the term confirmation bias?

Yes, of course.

What is it?

It's, um...

It's the tendency to see things according to

your own preconceived notions.

The defendant is the love of your life.

He's the father of your child.

To see him as a murderer...

My testimony has been truthful.

Really?

You testified that you've never known your husband

to be violent.

That was truthful?

Yes.

Has he ever grabbed you by the neck?

If you're referring, um...

If you're referring to the night that he

came to the beach house...

Yes, that is the night I'm referring to.

The night he broke into the beach house,

suddenly came up on you from behind and

grabbed you.

He wanted to talk to me, and...

he put both his hands on me, and

he wanted to prevent me from yelling because

he didn't want to scare me, and he

didn't want to scare my son, who was

sleeping upstairs, and...

But did you tell Detective Mendoza that you

weren't sure he wouldn't kill you?

I mean, I was terrified in the moment,

and all of a sudden, he was there,

and...

I was startled.

So the testimony you gave earlier, that your

husband could never be violent, that was incorrect.

My senses were overwhelmed in the moment, briefly,

by fear.

I quickly realized I wasn't in any real

danger.

You quickly realized that, before or after you

called 911.

My name is Grace Frazier.

My husband has just broken in.

He's a fugitive.

He's wanted for murder.

His name is Jonathan Frazier.

I'm at 361 Beachway.

Beachway Drive.

I'm fucking terrified.

As I said, I was terrified.

I was terrified in the moment.

I know my husband, and I...

You know his family?

What?

His family.

His mom, his dad, you know them?

Not well.

He's estranged from his family.

Estranged?

Do you know why?

There was an incident.

What kind of incident?

When Jonathan was 14, he was babysitting his

four-year-old sister, and she somehow got

out of the house, and she was struck

and killed by a car.

He was blamed by his parents.

And that's the source of the estrangement?

Yes.

Yes.

Did you ever talk to Jonathan's mother or

father about this?

I spoke to his mother.

When?

Recently.

About a week ago.

And what did she tell you?

Objection.

Hearsay.

Declaration against interest.

I'll allow it.

Please.

What did she tell you?

Mainly just that, that, um, that somehow the

sister got out of the house, and then

the...

the tragedy happened.

Did she talk about Jonathan's trauma?

Objection.

Overruled.

What did the defendant's mother tell you regarding

the trauma he suffered as a result of

his sister's death?

She said that he suffered...

no trauma.

In fact, she told you Jonathan suffered from

neither guilt nor grief.

Isn't that correct?

Objection.

This is hearsay.

It's a declaration against interest.

She's his mother, and...

There's been no showing of his...

I'm also offering to impeach.

This witness testified under oath that she knows

the defendant to be a person of empathy.

When she has reason...

Your Honor!

The objection is noted and overruled.

Yes or no, the defendant's mother told you

that Jonathan suffered neither guilt nor grief in

reaction to his four-year-old sister's death.

Please answer the question, Doctor.

Yes.

No grief.

She kept waiting for it, but...

She said they surrounded him with family support,

that they...

that they were certain once the shock wore

off, the suffering would begin, but it didn't.

It never came.

Did she say anything else?

Uh...

It's just her opinion.

It's not necessarily what...

To make it regarded as such, please answer

the question.

What else did she say?

She said...

that it's her belief that Jonathan...

doesn't know how to suffer, that he's not

capable of remorse or contrition.

Ever tell anyone that you believed your husband

to suffer from narcissistic personality disorder?

Your Honor, objection!

Overruled.

Your Honor, in addition to being prejudicial, this

is irrelevant.

It goes to impeach.

I'm sorry, Your Honor, but this witness took

the stand to vouch for the defendant for

his innocence when, in fact, she can vouch

for neither.

Objection!

Overruled.

Sit down, Ms. Fitzgerald.

Eyes to me, Doctor.

Eyes to me.

You told your friend, Sylvia Steinitz, that you

believed your husband suffered from narcissistic personality disorder.

It wasn't a professional diagnosis.

But your opinion, as his wife, as a

clinical psychologist, what are the traits of narcissistic

personality disorder?

Grandiosity, mostly.

What else?

What else?

Lack of empathy.

Lack of empathy.

So your testimony that you knew him to

be a man of empathy, that was a

lie.

One you told us and one you told

yourself.

Wasn't it?

I don't know what you mean by that.

Really?

Doctor, in your practice, do you not tell

patients that sometimes they so want to believe

in their partners that they choose to unknow

things, unsee things, that sometimes the truth of

who and what they married gets distorted by

the desperation of what they want to be

married to?

That's a real phenomenon.

Isn't it, Doctor Fraser?

People being blind to the reality of their

spouses.

You tell your patients that all the time,

don't you?

I know who and what I married.

Yes.

Yes, I think you do.

Your Honor, I move for a mistrial.

This is hearsay.

It's prejudicial beyond the pale.

It's unfair, surprised, and outrageous.

If she were a prosecution witness, I might

go for that.

But she's not.

She's a defense witness.

You put her up there.

The damage done here was done by you.

You should know, most of what has been

said in the last ten minutes is a

lie.

Your seat.

You may step down now.

I so love you, Grace.

Grace?

Well done, Hayley.

Well done.

She fucked us.

She fucked us.

I will move for a mistrial.

You won't.

You tried that just now and he shut

you down.

It's over.

She fucked us.

And you let it happen.

I let it happen.

Jonathan, she was with you.

She was in your camp.

And you lost her.

Because you didn't get rid of the fucking

hammer.

You hear that?

You didn't get rid of the fucking hammer.

How stupid can you get?

She absolutely did it on purpose.

Because she was in cahoots with the prosecution.

If the prosecutor had called her, the defense

could have shut her down on spousal privilege.

But because the defense called Grace Fraser, the

privilege was deemed waived, and she became fair

game to impeach.

Brilliant.

The bombshell she dropped.

She took him down on purpose.

What did you want her to do?

Lie?

She could always have turned over the hammer.

But that would have taken you down.

Goodbye, Reardon.

Hello, juvenile hall.

You got a text.

The morality lesson is suspended.

Mmm.

Bad news for gamblers.

The oddsmakers in Las Vegas have suspended any

further betting on the trial's outcome, as Dr.

Fraser's conviction seems all but assured.

Where's Jonathan?

Hmm?

He's not here.

He's not answering my calls.

Have you heard from him?

Of course I haven't heard from him.

That son of a bitch.

I warned him.

And he didn't show up at school.

Didn't show up at school?

Get the police, Haley.

What?

Come on, darling.

Dad?

Are we really going for breakfast?

Give me the phone.

Give me the phone.

Thanks.

The look on your face was brilliant.

He's going off, though.

Try to stay calm.

You can't do this, Dad.

I'm not really doing anything, am I?

Going for a drive with my son?

Your wife.

She's great.

She's been so kind to me, you know?

I think we had a real connection.

We're having tea tomorrow with the kids.

I think Henry could be great for me

now.

Like an older brother.

Will you stay away from my family?

If you go anywhere near my family again,

either my wife or my son, I will

hurt you.

I will fucking hurt you.

You'll never hurt me.

You will never leave me, Jonathan.

So go on, then.

How's Rosenbaum?

How's his bum?

The New York State Special Victims Unit has

issued an Amber Alert for 12-year-old

Henry Frazer.

Five feet, one inch tall, 110 pounds.

He's Caucasian with dark brown hair.

He was last seen wearing his school uniform.

Gray pants, blue blazer.

Let's go, Billy.

We're looking for a late model gray Range

Rover.

Vehicle was recorded exiting the island of Manhattan

along the Henry Hudson Parkway.

We have reason to believe the vehicle's headed

for the Canadian border.

We've requested interstate activation and have notified Canadian

Border Services.

Dr. Jonathan Frazer should be considered armed and

extremely dangerous.

If you have any information, please ask that

you dial 9-1-1 or call the

Special Victims Unit.

Can you just tell me where we're going,

please?

Not sure.

Not sure, man.

It's a magical mystery tour.

It's the long-promised road trip, too.

I just thought it'd be our last chance

to do it.

Dad, come on.

We can't go on a road trip right

now.

Come on, come on, come on.

Sit back.

Relax.

Enjoy yourself.

Sing a song.

What's that song you used to sing when

you were little?

With my hands on myself, that one.

What have we here?

These are my eye peepers, nothing to fear.

Eye peepers, brain box, and wibbly-wobbly-woos.

That's what they taught me when I went

to school.

You'll never hurt me.

Will you?

Are you sure?

Did that hurt, darling?

Did it?

Did that fucking hurt?

With my hands on myself, what have we

here?

This is my bread basket, nothing to fear.

Bread basket, nose wiper, eye peeper, brain box,

and wibbly-wobbly-woos.

That's what they taught me when I went

to school.

You'll never leave me.

Really?

You'll never...

I just left you.

The police got him on 202.

They're 10 miles up.

Right, I say it is very nearly fried

clam o'clock.

Fried clams?

But not fried clams as you know them,

Earthling.

These are the fried clams from the great

bollies of Albany.

The best fried clams in the universe.

Dad, we can't go get fried clams.

You need to pull over and let me

out.

They're Ipswich clams as well, which means they're

big, fat bastards, as any self-respecting clam

should be.

Dad, Jesus!

So why don't we just do this?

Sorry.

Sorry.

See, that can happen.

That can happen.

We can just...

lose ourselves sometimes.

We become...

other.

Could be panic or anger or...

or love sometimes.

We lose ourselves.

But it doesn't undo who we are in

our entirety.

You should know that.

You got that?

So they're gonna say that...

this is my legacy, and they can go

fuck themselves because...

Sorry.

Because it's not my legacy.

My legacy...

is you.

And my patients and your mum.

Yeah?

You murdered a person, Dad.

Really?

Really?

Yeah?

You murdered a person.

Not the real me.

Not the Dad you know.

It's alright.

It's alright.

It's okay.

Dad, stop!

Dad, stop!

Yeah, in a minute.

Stop the car!

In a minute.

I want every last second with you, my

friend.

You have to stop.

You have to pull over and let me

out, Dad.

Dad, please.

Please.

Every last second.

Fuck them.

Fuck them.

Dad, come on.

Come on, you can't do this.

Nothing to be scared of.

It's gonna make it worse.

Shut up!

Just please, just let me out.

Please.

There it

is.

Dead ahead.

That, my friend, is the Wurtz Street Bridge.

Once a thing of majestic beauty, now...

not so much, huh?

What does that remind you of?

Dad.

The light is red, Dad.

My son.

Please don't hurt my son.

Dad, what the fuck are you doing?

So remember.

Dad.

It's you.

Dad.

My patients and your mum.

That's my legacy.

What's my legacy?

You're not getting out of here.

We gotta get you out of here.

Can you land this thing?

No, I can't.

Dad!

Jonathan!

Ma'am, you can't go through.

You can't go through.

Stop!

I love you.

Jonathan!

Henry!

Stop!

Look at me.

Jonathan, no!

Henry!

Jonathan!

Henry!

Jonathan!

Henry!

All right.

Henry!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Grace, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Grace, come here.

Come here.

Give me a hug.