All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.S25E08.1080p.10bit.WEBRip.6CH.x265.HEVC-PSA

In the criminal justice
system,

the people are represented

by two separate,
yet equally important groups:

the police,
who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Yeah!

They doubted us.

Said we wouldn't work.

Tried to shame us.

But here we are,
six months later.

To my true love.
- I love you.

I can't wait
to marry you tomorrow.

- We got a name for the vic?
- Bob Gladstone.

Toy company guy?

I got kids, man.

Gladstone Toys were a mainstay
under our Christmas tree.

He was staying
in the presidential suite.

Ooh, nice.

This place is
bigger than my house.

We got a time of death?

Based on temp and rigidity,

I'd say between 10:00 p.m.
and midnight.

So, what, someone whacked him
from behind?

Managed to crack his skull.

According
to his key card log,

he entered the room
at 9:46 p.m.

Any sign of forced entry?

Not even a scratch
on the door.

All right,
so he let the killer in,

or they had a key card.

Anybody find a murder weapon?

Nothing.

We're looking
for a heavy object,

at least 10 inches in length
with 2 sharp points.

Manager said there was
a bronze sculpture missing

from that pedestal.

Death by fine art. Hmm.

Any witnesses?

Someone down the hall heard
an argument around 10:30 p.m.,

looked out,
saw a waiter leave the room.

- Who found him?
- Fiancée.

EMTs are with her now.

She's shaken.

They were supposed
to get married today.

I hate weddings.

You have no idea who
this waiter might have been?

No.

Mr. Gladstone didn't order
anything from in-room dining,

and no one was sent
to his room.

But you have surveillance
in that hallway?

Yes, of course.

But at Mr. Gladstone's request,

we turned off all cameras
inside the hotel for privacy.

But we doubled
our security detail.

- Anyone acting strange?
- Everyone.

I've never seen so many people
at a wedding

want to stop a wedding,
except the bride.

We were supposed to be flying
to Bora Bora tomorrow

for our honeymoon.

Now, I know this is
a very difficult time for you,

but we do need to ask you
some questions.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to hurt Bob?

Everyone was pissed at Bob
for marrying down.

It was nothing new.

But there was this one guy

at the end
of the rehearsal dinner

that I'd never seen before.

He seemed worked up.

Last night?

Yeah, he got in Bob's face
as we were leaving,

and then he handed him
this folder.

A folder?

Any idea what was in it?
- Beats me.

Bob got us away from him fast,

but he glanced at the folder
as we rode up in the elevator,

and he seemed upset.

I asked what it was,
but he told me not to worry.

That was the last time
that I saw him alive.

We wanted separate rooms
before the big day.

He was a romantic.

Did you leave this room
between 10:00 and midnight?

No.

The man who handed him
the folder,

can you tell us
what he looked like?

Uh, about your height,
white shirt, black vest.

Like a waiter's uniform?

Yeah, that's right.

Thank you.

Hey, file was
in Gladstone's room.

The waiter handed him
a pile of X-rays?

Medical bills.

The patient's name
is Lydia Zellicheni?

- Zellicheni?
- Yeah.

Yeah, here, last night's
waitstaff--Emile Zellicheni.

And here's a civil suit
filed three years ago

by Lydia Zellicheni
against Gladstone Toys.

Judge tossed it last month.

I had nothing to do with it.

Yeah?
'Cause your boss says

you only started working here
three weeks ago

and that you specifically asked

to work last night's
rehearsal dinner.

So it kind of seems like
you were trying to get close

to Bob Gladstone.

We know you confronted
Gladstone at the end of dinner.

I gave him some documents.
I just wanted to talk.

It was my only chance,
but he blew me off.

And a witness saw a waiter
coming from his room

around the time
he was murdered.

We can put you in a lineup.

After my shift,
I went up to his room.

- To kill him?
- No, to plead with him.

My wife--she went
to one of his stores,

and she fell down
a flight of stairs.

And now she's...

she's paralyzed.

You know what the cost
of those medical bills are?

We were supposed
to be compensated,

but his goddamn company
outlawyered us.

- Is this revenge?
- No, I--

Emile, that witness
heard you arguing.

I was overheated
when I went, yes, but...

Gladstone surprised me.

How's that?

He listened.

He said that he could tell
how much I loved my wife

and that he knows

what it's like to care deeply
for a woman.

- You got any proof of this?
- He gave me his card.

Yeah?
- Yeah.

Gladstone wrote
his personal number,

said that he'd make
things right.

Told me he'd call his CFO right
away to make arrangements.

And now he's...

he's dead.

Oh, God.

- What time was this?
- Around 10:30 p.m.

- 10:30?
- Yeah.

All right, we're gonna
look into this.

For now, you stay put.

We got Gladstone's
phone records.

Looks like he made
an 18-minute call

to the company CFO
at 10:40 p.m.

That's a lot of business talk
the night before your wedding.

Old friends, apparently.

CFO says he thought Gladstone
was making a huge mistake

with the wedding--no prenup.

They got into it.

"No prenup"? Idiot.

Twice divorced.

So who gets Gladstone's money
now that he's dead?

Yeah, a lawyer
sent us his will.

Dates back
to his first marriage.

Apparently, Gladstone
was a widower.

Anyway, the will
leaves everything

to his current spouse,
unless he's unmarried,

in which case, it gets split
between his children.

Also, video from outside
the hotel just landed.

Zellicheni left the hotel
at 10:44 p.m.

while Gladstone was
on that call.

Not a speck of blood.

Doesn't seem to return
to the hotel.

Who's that guy leaving
the hotel carrying that bag?

That bag's
a pretty good size.

Does he come back?

Yep, ten minutes later
and no bag.

Maybe he goes outside,

ditches the murder weapon,
and goes back in?

- Run facial rec.
- Mm-hmm.

Paul Gladstone, the vic's son.

Looks like he was arrested
years ago

at an Occupy Wall Street
protest.

And since the dad
was unmarried,

he's set to inherit
100 million.

Maybe he changed
his mind about money.

I guess I'm not surprised.

That your father
was murdered?

Is it because maybe you had
something to do with it?

What? No.

Just...
money makes people crazy.

So wanting to inherit
$100 million

didn't make you crazy?
- I gotta say, man,

that timing works out
pretty sweet for you.

I want nothing to do
with the Gladstone fortune.

I never have.

I gave it up ages ago, refused
to take any money from my dad.

I joined the Peace Corps.

You joined the Peace Corps?

Gave up a townhouse in Tribeca
for a hut with no plumbing?

Best decision ever.

Now I work
for the World Kitchen.

I spent the last six months
in Gaza.

Came back for the wedding
because my dad wanted me here.

It didn't bother you
that your dad was marrying

a woman younger than you?

Of all the horrific problems
going on in the world,

that didn't make my list.

I've never seen my dad happier.

I'm surprised, you know,
as his kid,

that you didn't have
any, uh, suspicions.

Yeah, my sister
had that covered.

Not down
with the wedding, huh?

Amanda was freaking out

because our dad
hadn't updated his will.

Wanted me to meet
with her and our dad's lawyer

as soon as I got into town.
- Did you?

Like I said, family money
isn't my endgame.

Did you see your dad
last night after dinner?

- No.
- No?

No, I went to my room
to catch up on emails.

Yeah?

Then why were you leaving
the hotel last night

around 11:00?

What were you dumping, Paul?

I asked catering

for the rehearsal dinner food
that they were gonna throw out

so I could bring some
to a local food pantry, okay?

That's a bag full of leftovers.

Ask them.

All Souls Food Pantry

confirms
Paul Gladstone's story.

So please tell me
you have something

on the other Gladstone kid.

Amanda Gladstone Nestor--

married to a guy
named Derek Nestor,

who works at Gladstone Toys.

They got three kids.

She's a textbook socialite--
lots of social media posts

of her decked out
at fundraisers,

stuff like that.

No priors of any kind.

Nothing to indicate
she's got a temper.

Maybe lady of leisure
blows a gasket

when she's no longer
apple of Daddy's eye.

Hold up. I got something.

The vic's lawyer confirmed

Amanda contacted him
several times

about her father's will.

Was concerned
some kind of elder abuse

might have been at play

and asked about legal steps
to assume power of attorney.

Maxine, take Leni and Rowan
in the next room.

Come on, honey.

- Thank you, guys.
- Thank you. Okay.

Please have a seat.

Sorry.

So...

you weren't a big fan
of the fiancée?

The gold digger
who conned my dad

into thinking she loved him?

I guess that's a no.

I was very transparent

about my disapproval
and my concern.

Did you and your dad fight
about the wedding?

When he first told me, yes.

I pretty much asked him
to get a cognitive test.

What about last night?
You guys get into it?

No.

I played the dutiful daughter,

and I smiled gracefully through
the entire rehearsal dinner.

And then I came up here

and was in the room all night
with the kids and my husband.

My oldest ended up
with an ear infection.

I had to play phone tag
with the pediatrician.

Okay, well, we will need
to speak

with your husband as well.
- Of course.

He took Eloise
to the doctor an hour ago.

He should be back soon.

Do you have any idea who
might wanna kill your father?

I never trusted Chloe.

She's been angling
for his money since day one.

But she doesn't
inherit anything

unless they're married,

so there's
no real motive there.

I'm just telling you,
I don't trust her.

Okay.

Anything else strange?

The entire dinner
was bizarre.

But the weirdest thing
was this mystery woman.

"Mystery woman"?

In the middle of dinner,

my dad was talking intensely
to this woman.

I've never seen her before
in my life.

And my dad wasn't exactly
an extrovert.

They got really quiet
when I passed

on my way to the ladies' room.

He didn't even make
an introduction.

At a wedding rehearsal dinner--
it was unusual.

Okay.

We will check that out.
Thank you.

Get the photos of the dinner
from the wedding photographer.

Lobster and oysters?

Shoot, I get invited
to the wrong weddings.

What about her?
She fits the bill.

Looks a little close
for comfort.

Yeah, look at these photos
from earlier.

There, look,
you see how she's staring

at Gladstone and his fiancée
with that obsessive look

in her eye?
- Mm-hmm.

If she's a jealous old flame,
she's not playing it cool.

Yeah, our mystery woman,
she definitely came alone.

She's not seen here
with anybody

for more than a couple minutes.

You got that guest list
over there?

Yeah, right here.

Looks like one woman
came solo--

Serena Levy, hotel room 415.

You look pretty focused

on Bob Gladstone
and his fiancée right there.

There some sort of history
between you guys?

You think
I'm a jilted ex-lover?

My only history with Bob
is as his therapist.

You're a shrink?

A relationship therapist,

specializing
in sex and intimacy.

Bob enlisted me
to become more open to love,

to overcome his inhibitions, insecurities.

He worried that his fiancée
might be more into his money

than into him?

That ever cause any issues?

No, despite the public's
relentless obsession

with their age difference,
they were very much in love.

We should all be so lucky.

Well, there's a whole lot
of decades and dollars

between those two.

Bob and Chloe
were deeply happy,

despite their differences.

Bob's biggest issue
was his son-in-law.

Amanda's husband?

Derek Nestor.

Any issues
between them last night?

Derek got a bit drunk,

and after Amanda took
the kids upstairs,

he hung around,
started arguing with Bob.

You know what about?

No.

12 o'clock.

Derek Nestor.

NYPD, I'm Detective Riley.
This is Detective Walker.

Like to ask you a few questions

about your relationship
with Bob Gladstone.

Yeah, of course.
More than happy to help.

Just, um...

uh, why don't you
head up to Mom?

I-I'll be up
in a minute, sweetie.

So someone saw
the two of you

get into an argument
at dinner last night?

Oh, right, that.

Look, I...

I love my wife.

I just wanted to spare her

getting into an ugly
screaming match with her dad.

You mean a fight
about the wedding?

Amanda was
understandably apoplectic

about the idea of this hussy

who's barely old enough
to drink seducing her father.

And Bob wasn't listening
to any advice, so I...

I decided to hire a PI.

And what did he find?

The PI dug up a mound of dirt
on Chloe Thompson.

- What was in it?
- More like what wasn't in it--

an OnlyFans page,
a profile on an escort website,

two separate accounts on
two separate sugar baby sites,

a bankruptcy filing.

That girl is a parasite.

She targeted Bob.

So you spoke
to your father-in-law

about what the PI found?
- It was a Hail Mary.

And I cornered him
at the end of the dinner.

But I just felt like it was
my obligation to my wife

and to this family.

How did Bob take it?

He didn't wanna hear a word
against Chloe, but...

I showed him some of the images
from the PI on my phone,

and they--well, they spoke
for themselves.

He get upset?

Yeah.

He went...

totally pale.

He said he was gonna
confront Chloe

before any vows were exchanged.

Where were you after dinner,
between 10:00 and midnight?

I was back in my hotel room
with my wife and kids,

praying that Bob
would get himself out of this

before anything was made legal.

So you think
the bride-to-be flipped out

when the victim confronted her
with these sexy little secrets?

Yeah, I'm thinking
he tells her

he's gonna call off
the wedding, right?

She goes ballistic,

figures she put in the time
with the old man,

you know, really earned it.

Yeah, but this doesn't jive
with the rest of the stuff

we know about her.

Derek Nestor was right
about her bankruptcy filing.

Plus, we found
a domestic disturbance call

from an ex-boyfriend.

Yeah, there's some sort
of sealed teen arrest

still in the system.

But you accessed
prints from that, right?

Yeah, it's still
in the juvie system,

and it matches the prints
found in Gladstone's room

near the body.

Well, she found the body,
so that might explain that.

Hold on.

I just found the mother lode
of motive.

Here's a marriage license
from Las Vegas.

Where the two lovebirds
were caught

on that jumbotron, right?

Yeah, looks like they had
a secret quickie wedding there

months ago.

So this whole thing
is all for show.

So Chloe Thompson
was already set

to inherit his whole fortune
as his legal wife.

So, if Gladstone finds out
about her past,

he's not threatening
to call off the wedding.

He's threatening divorce.

She'd lose everything.

So murdering him

was the only way
for her to lock in his fortune.

What's happening?

What's--what's going on?
Why are you all here?

Ms. Thompson,
I told you before--

we have a right
to search this room.

You need to stay
out of the way.

- Where's Bob?
- Keep her out of the way.

Took the body to the morgue
an hour ago.

"The morgue"? Oh, my God.

What did I do?

Detective.

This was in the closet.

Murder weapon.

Chloe Thompson, turn around
and place your hands

behind your back.
- What? Why?

You're under arrest for
the murder of Bob Gladstone.

What?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Do you understand?
- But I didn't do it.

Enough with the charade.
You know what you did.

This is a mistake.
You don't understand.

I loved him.
- There she is!

- Hey, relax. Move back.
- Please.

"Black Widow's Web of Lies."

Well, they branched out
from the gold digger angle.

He was 74. She's 22.

Of course the media
can't get enough.

If the press is any proxy
for the jury,

we shouldn't have any trouble
getting a conviction.

How'd the arraignment go?

Well, defense said
she's innocent.

About 100 hotel guests
and workers

had the opportunity
to kill Gladstone.

And then they said
that she is the victim

of a sexist prosecution
and an overzealous DA's office

that just needed
an easy target.

Sign of a weak case
whenever opposing counsel

tries to argue bias
instead of facts.

- Mm.
- What'd the judge say?

- Denied bail.
- Good.

Families in this city grew up
on Gladstone Toys.

How's our evidence?
- It's strong.

We have the murder weapon.

ME also found lipstick traces
on the vic's hotel robe.

It seems like she worked
her charms

and then bashed his skull in
when his back was turned.

Motive's clear too.

Chloe gets Gladstone's entire
fortune now that he's dead.

Unless we convict her.

We will.

The decedent sustained
multiple blunt force injuries

consistent
with repeated strikes

by a heavy object
to the back of the head.

It's what we often see
in crimes of passion.

Detective Riley,
I am showing you

what's been marked
as People's Exhibit 8.

Could you identify this item
for the jury?

This is a photo
of a sculpture

that was found
in the defendant's hotel suite

during our search.

Its weight and dimensions
are consistent

with the injuries
to the victim's skull.

And how was the defendant
behaving at the time of arrest?

She was behaving erratically.

Kept on saying, "What did I do?
What did I do?"

We could smell alcohol
on her breath.

Thank you.
No further questions.

Detective, uh,
did Ms. Thompson actually say

that she murdered
Mr. Gladstone?

No.

And you have
no direct evidence

that she was intoxicated--
no BAC test?

Correct.

And even
if she were drinking...

is it possible her behavior
could indicate devastation

over her husband's
unexpected death?

It's possible.

Last question--

as for the attack
you described,

are you aware that
Ms. Thompson was diagnosed

with a rotator cuff tear
just days before the wedding?

- Objection.
- Meaning it would be

near impossible for her to
swing an object of that size

and weight with the force
required to kill the victim.

Your Honor,
she is testifying.

Sustained.

Nothing further.

Chloe was telling him
what to eat,

who to socialize with.

Bob even let her sit in
on business meetings.

The family was very concerned.

Did you do anything
to address these concerns?

I hired
a private investigator

to look into her.

He confirmed everything
that I had feared.

Gave me a sizable file
on her troubling past.

Did you share this
information with Mr. Gladstone?

Yes, I showed him what was
in the file on my phone

at the rehearsal dinner.

Your Honor, we move to admit
the investigative file

into evidence.

Objection.

We would have moved to admit
this evidence sooner,

but we've only just been able
to authenticate

the contents
of this entire file.

It is quite extensive.

Our objection still stands.

The contents of this file
are irrelevant

and reinforce
sexist stereotypes.

We're not doing this
in front of the jury.

My chambers, now.

The jury is entitled to know

the circumstances leading
to Mr. Gladstone's death.

Andrews versus White--

the Supreme Court just
overturned a murder conviction

because the prosecutor

mentioned
the defendant's sex life.

The--the photos in this file
go far beyond that.

These images
are quite suggestive.

The evidence in Andrews
was offered

solely for the purpose
of character assassination.

That is not
what's happening here.

Mr. Nestor showed these images
to Mr. Gladstone,

who intended to confront
the defendant,

and hours later,
he was murdered.

It goes directly to motive.
- No, this is not about motive.

This is a veiled attempt
to humiliate my client

in front of the jury.

This is prejudicial
beyond reason.

We are using it to show
what Mr. Gladstone knew,

how it influenced
his actions before his death.

It's central to our case.

No doubt these images
are prejudicial,

but I find them relevant

to establishing
the prosecution's theory.

You may show them to the jury,
Mr. Price.

What did Mr. Gladstone say
after you showed him this file?

He told me
he was going to confront her

and end the relationship.

And how would that affect
the defendant financially?

Well, if he left her,
she'd get nothing.

Didn't matter they had already
married in Vegas months ago.

Even without a prenup,

they weren't married
long enough

for her to claim anything
was marital property.

Thank you, Mr. Nestor.

Are you aware that my client
told Bob all about her past,

everything that was
in those files and more

a few months after they met
and that he forgave her?

Well, if that's what she
told you, she must be lying.

Objection, Your Honor.

This line of questioning
lacks foundation.

We'll have several
witnesses testify

to learning
about these conversations

between my client
and the victim

when we present
our case, Judge.

Overruled,
but move it along.

Let's talk about lying.

Do you recall
your last performance review

at Gladstone Toys,
the one that Bob wrote?

Let me refresh your memory.

The defense presents
Exhibit 12.

If you would please read aloud,

just the lines that summarize
your performance.

"Derek is untrustworthy
and inept.

"He cannot be relied upon

to manage his team
effectively."

That must have been
humiliating.

Bob had exacting standards.
I expected it.

And as his son-in-law,
he held me to a higher bar,

always reminded me
that hard work pays off.

But Chloe
didn't have to work hard,

did she?

Bob used to invite her
into the boardroom

and ask her business advice

in front
of your longtime colleagues

on matters that fell
under your purview.

They were
really minor things.

Yes or no--
he asked her advice

on decisions
you should have made?

Yes, a few times.

Did that bother you?

Turn you against her?

It seemed inappropriate,
but it was Bob's company.

Did it bother you
when you realized

that Chloe was to inherit
his estate?

Excuse me?

The only way
that you and your wife

would inherit
Bob Gladstone's estate

is if Chloe were convicted.
- Objection.

So you have every reason
to lie here today,

because my client
is the only thing standing

between you and hundreds
of millions of dollars.

Ms. Kimura, the objection
is sustained.

No further questions
for this witness.

Defense made Derek out
to be a money-hungry liar

with a vendetta against Chloe.

Well, I think we're okay.

You're underestimating
the power

of that
private investigator's file.

What do you mean?

You see the jury's
reaction to those photos?

I mean, idea of
a working class girl

using her sexuality
to get to the top--

it's a familiar narrative.

The jury fully bought it.

Are you saying
it's a false narrative?

Sometimes.

Ah, when I was
in law school...

I went on a few dates
with a visiting professor.

I really liked him.

He wasn't even
a decade older than me,

but suddenly
the word around school

was that I was sleeping
my way to an A.

- What did you do?
- I ended it.

Never spoke to him again.

Trust me, those, uh, stains--

they don't come out easily.

I'm not ashamed of my past.

I took my mom
on her first real vacation

with the money I made
from those escort websites.

So you did it for the money.

I was looking for love too.

Aren't we all?

Did you find it--love?

When I met Bob.

You met him
on one of these sites?

No, I met him
in one of his stores.

I was looking
for a birthday gift

for my niece, so...

I went to Gladstone Toys
late in the day,

but they were closing early
for some big company event.

Bob saw me panicking,
begging to get in,

and he made them open
the doors for me.

And he helped me pick out
a wooden puzzle for her.

We started talking.

He ditched his event, and...

suddenly, an hour had passed.

I was as surprised as anyone.

"Surprised"? How?

That we could really connect,
that he got me.

And, yeah, he was older,
but so what?

I mean, we were both adults.

I'd been with so many jerks.

And with Bob, it was

the first time I felt
like somebody

saw the real me--

loved me and--and accepted me,

even when I told him
about the escort work.

Bob was a really gentle man.

I would never hurt him.

Chloe, I'm going to ask you
about your arrest

for Mr. Gladstone's murder.

What did you mean
when you said,

oh, God, what did I do?

I blamed myself.

See...

I had begged Bobby
for a fancy ceremony,

and he was just happy
that we had eloped in Vegas.

But I'd always dreamed

of this big
fairy-tale wedding, and...

maybe if I hadn't have drawn

so much attention
to our relationship,

people wouldn't have
turned against him.

How did the murder weapon
end up in your room?

No idea.

I-I had never seen
that thing before.

Do you know how many people
entered and exited your room

that morning?
- I don't know.

A lot--medics, housekeeping,
wedding guests.

I also stepped out a few times.

Did you and Bob argue

about anything
the night of the murder?

No.

Definitely not.

Chloe...

I'm going to show you

what we refer to
as Defense Exhibit 14.

It's the hotel key card records
from the night of the murder.

You swiped your key card
at 9:42 p.m.

You did not exit your room
again that night, correct?

Correct.

After I said good night to Bob,
I went straight to bed,

thinking that the next morning

was gonna be
the happiest day of my life.

Thank you.

No further questions.

Ms. Thompson, you say...

You didn't see Bob Gladstone
after you said good night?

That's correct.

How do you account
for the lipstick traces

that were found on his robe,
on his neck,

on his mouth?

When I found him, I just--

I started screaming for help.

I-I-I tried to give him CPR.

He had been dead
almost ten hours by this point?

I'm not a doctor.
I-I was all alone.

I-I had no idea
how long he'd been dead.

I just--I wanted
to do something.

I wanted to save the person
that I loved most in the world.

Why is it so hard for you
to believe that I loved him?

What is wrong with you all?

Your Honor, we would like to
request a brief recess, please.

Let's adjourn for the day.

Mr. Price, Mr. Price.

Chloe lied on the stand.

She left her hotel room
that night.

I saw her in the hallway
right after the murder.

She must have left
her door latch out

so she didn't need
her key card.

I mean, hearing her lie
on the stand,

this performance
about how much she loved him--

I cannot let her get away
with my father's murder.

Okay, what exactly
did you see?

I heard a woman sobbing
in the hallway hysterically,

so I looked through
the peephole,

and I saw Chloe
hurrying back into her room.

What time was this?

Uh...

around 11:00 p.m.

I was on the phone with
my daughter's pediatrician

when it happened.

Coming forward
at the 11th hour

to change her story
is pretty damn convenient,

but it doesn't mean
she's lying.

Oh, but it's
definitely suspicious.

I mean, she keeps
her mouth shut this whole time,

then she hears Chloe testify,
hears how persuasive she is.

Chloe is very charming.

Hell, she duped
a ruthless businessman

into marrying her
with no prenup.

But did she?

Dupe him?

Maybe Chloe really loved
Bob Gladstone.

Maybe she didn't marry him
for his money.

- Sounds unlikely, but--
- But why?

- Seriously?
- Yes.

Why can't this be real love--

or at least
what they consider love?

Maybe it's not even love.

Maybe it's just two adults
having fun.

I mean,
what's so wrong with that?

Nothing.

But in my experience,
attractive young women

don't just happen
to fall in love

or have fun
with any old 70-year-old.

The men tend to be
quite wealthy.

That's just the way it is.

So let's focus on Gladstone's
daughter for the moment,

dig into her statement
that she saw Chloe in the hall,

and if it holds up,

put Amanda on the stand
as a rebuttal witness.

Hey.

Just got back
from the medical clinic.

Apparently they record
all incoming phone calls.

So she was telling the truth?

Her fever hasn't gone down,
and I don't know what--

What happened? Derek.

Close the door
to the kids' room.

What's on your shirt?
Are you okay?

I'm fine. Just go in
the other room with the kids.

The phone call undercuts
Derek's credibility,

and it would allow
the defense to present him

as an alternate suspect.

How so?

He lied about his alibi.

He definitely left his room
near the time of the murder,

which means we have to share
the recording with the defense.

Agreed.

But we still have a defendant

with a murder weapon
in her hotel room,

plus a multimillion-dollar
motive.

R-right, but we also have
a material witness

that we can no longer trust

and another witness
who can't wait to put

the final nail
in Chloe's coffin.

So let's dig deeper.

Figure out
what's really going on here.

There's no camera footage
from the hotel,

so we have no idea

what Derek was doing
outside his room that night.

And if his shirt
had any blood on it,

it's probably in some
Staten Island landfill by now.

It's all a he-said, she-said.

You find anything?

Maybe.

It looks like Derek
is in pretty serious debt--

three houses,
a slew of bad investments.

But none of this proves
that he killed Bob.

Just that he had motive.

And that he was counting

on inheriting
a lot of money from Bob.

I found this text
sent to his brother.

"Years spent kissing up
to my father-in-law,

"and some tramp waltzes in
and steals the family fortune.

"Amanda is useless
at convincing him.

It's up to me now."

Talk about parasites.

Doesn't seem like Amanda
found Prince Charming.

What are you thinking?

Let's find out how bad
this marriage really is,

see what kind of leverage
we might have.

If you would like to discuss

my client's
rebuttal testimony--

Uh, no, that's not
why we asked you here.

Please.

Amanda...

We know you lied to us.

We have a recording
that proves you misled us

about Derek's whereabouts
on the night of the murder

and about seeing
Chloe in the hall.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

He left the room
and returned around the time

of your father's murder.

He went to get ice
down the hall.

It was a couple of minutes.

I told you,
our daughter was sick.

What was on his shirt?

Why did you worry
that he wasn't okay?

I--

Amanda, you don't have
to say anything.

This is a fishing expedition.

Unless there are charges on the
table, this meeting is over.

Trying to help someone
cover up a murder

is a serious, serious matter.

But if you cooperate

and tell us everything
you know, there's a chance--

Amanda, Amanda,

there's a chance
you can walk away from this.

Why are you covering for him?

You mean the father
of my children?

Who killed your father.

You think Derek stays

if he can't get his hands
on that money?

He dug himself
into some deep financial holes,

and he is counting
on that inheritance,

on your inheritance.

Derek and I love each other
very much,

and I have nothing to hide.

Amanda...

this is your one chance.

We're done talking.

Can we even build
enough of a case

against Derek without Amanda?
- No.

But our case against Chloe
is still strong,

even with this new information.

What? Are you serious?

We know Derek and Amanda lied,

that he left his room
around the time of the murder.

Sure, but that doesn't prove

that Derek is a killer
or that Chloe is innocent.

For all we know, Derek was
in the hallway getting ice.

At a minimum, we need to give
this recording

over to the defense.

They're gonna use it
to attack Derek's credibility,

pretty much gut his testimony.

Okay, true, but he did not
say a whole hell of a lot.

Your point?

Like it or not,
we can still win this,

if we still believe that Chloe
committed the crime, of course.

So either we admit
we arrested the wrong person

and just hope somehow
we can build a case

against the son-in-law...

Or roll the dice
on convicting

a young, innocent woman...

for being a whore.

Excuse me?

Isn't that what this whole
thing is really all about--

our inability to believe

that Chloe can actually
really like or even love

someone like Bob Gladstone,
that...

maybe it wasn't some big con?

I hear what you're saying,
Sam, but--

Do you really believe
the jury can possibly

be objective about all this,

given the amount
of slut-shaming evidence

we've jammed down their throat?

I agree with Sam here.

If there's even a chance
that she's innocent,

we have to drop the charges,

r-regardless of the blowback.

Okay.

Let's start investigating
the son-in-law

and the wife, today.

So I'm free?

Yes, you are.
You can go home.

That's it?

So who killed Bob?

Um, we're doing everything
in our power to get an answer.

You don't know?

Was it Derek?

I never trusted him.

We can't discuss
the investigation at this time.

Right.

You have to take your time

and make sure you arrest
the right person.

Well, either way,
I'm gonna get Bob justice.

He's a good man.
He deserves better than this.

It really never occurred to you

that I might be telling
the truth?

That I wasn't
a money-chasing killer?

Chloe, it's--
it's just that--

Sounds like a no to me.

No, it's just more
complicated than that.

No, it's not.

Showing your body
on the Internet

doesn't make you a bad person.

And it sure as hell
doesn't make you a murderer.

Get me out of here.

I never wanna see
these people again.

I can't believe
that we almost...

Yeah.

The whole relationship
just seemed so...

unlikely.

And tragic.

I guess that's what makes
a great love story.