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Previously on The Better Sister...

- You don't have to touch me! - Ethan Macintosh,

you are under arrest for the murder of Adam Macintosh.

They sent me a therapist.

Hey, that's good, right?

Some of these threats are coming from a computer registered to...

- The Real Thing. - Well, that's my office.

Yeah.

Holding on to secrets? Slow poison.

Tell your sister what happened.

Your end.

He got into bed with me, Chlo.

You're gonna bring this up now?

May I offer you a martini?

Nicky, let's go home.

- Please. - You brought me here.

Now I'm staying.

Sid Evans. He's a reporter.

You know, I'm not hiding my sister

for my sake.

- It's for Ethan. - You want to talk about it?

Off the record.

It's her.

I need you to check something out for me.

Before this girl gets herself killed.

♪ You've got me ♪

♪ You've got me falling down and down ♪

♪ Down and down and down and down ♪

♪ You've got me spinning round and round ♪

♪ Round and round and round and round ♪

♪ Loving good and loving true...

Five pounds of strawberry shortcake for you.

Can I tell you how boring antitrust law is?

Is it as boring as this shift?

Because it is so slow today.

Hmm.

Maybe we need a little...

I... I've got to concentrate.

All right. Of course, of course.

- Sorry, sorry. - Time and place.

Yes, the time might be now.

♪ Crazy, crazy over you...

Uh, yeah, maybe I should go.

I don't want to... I don't want to get you fired here.

What? Don't you dare.

I love seeing you sitting back here building our future.

Your customers are coming.

Oh. Blanche.

Hello.

How are you today? You guys look so great.

We want to sit in your section.

Oh, you better.

Is that your husband?

Now, no flirting, ladies. He's busy studying.

He's gonna be a big-time lawyer.

We starting with Cokes or coffee today?

Yes.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Hi.

Sid's holding the article until closer to the trial.

It'll have more impact.

What's the target date?

That's out of our hands now.

I'm not feeling good about this.

Maybe we should pull it?

Go for a run.

Hope my sister didn't outstay her welcome.

She's certainly got charisma.

Oh, God. I'm afraid to ask what that means.

Nicky?

"As the legal guardian of Ethan Macintosh,

I hereby grant permission

to administer the antidepressant...

fluoxetine, effective immediately."

Can we smoke in here?

You with the health department?

Yeah. Here's my badge.

Bloody Mary. Triple.

Now I'm seeing things.

No shit.

My sister's schizo.

She sees floating lamps.

My father, dead five years.

My ex-husband, just murdered.

- Oh. - Mm-hmm.

All kinds of lamps.

Maybe she's looking for the light, your sister.

Not the type.

It's these fucking ghosts.

It would be nice if I could get an answer

if they're gonna just drop in.

I mean, my ex,

I don't even know what's there... with us.

And, you know, he was right about me.

I was fucking right about him.

But my dad,

my dad, I would like...

Aw, fuck.

Use me.

That's what I'm here for.

What, you shy all of a sudden, Dad?

Hey.

You know the rules.

Do I?

Hmm. You're loaded,

you don't get him.

Ask.

Just ask.

How do you make peace with all the terrible things you've done?

Can you be more specific?

He knows what I mean.

No one talks about it.

Give me something.

He would've died.

For the country.

Oh, fuck no.

Sometimes you got to fight your way out,

and country disappears.

There's nothing left but you and it.

And "it" is?

Whatever's between you and the exit.

You forgive yourself?

You act like a man,

live with what you did.

And if you're a woman?

More so.

You bear the burden of your choices,

and you move on because sitting still will kill you.

Can I touch him?

Yeah.

That's good.

The fuck?

Oh, fuck, Chloe.

Sorry.

I just saw you from in there and thought I would come and say hi.

Well, hello.

Hi.

Hey, dawg, not now. Come on.

How's Ethan?

Do you know how many times Ethan covered for you?

Yeah. Uh, I guess.

But... this?

This was different.

I didn't expect you to lie to the police.

But I did want you to tell the whole truth about my son.

'Cause he is loyal and kind,

despite the fact that his father came down so hard on him.

Ethan didn't like Adam.

Do you like your dad?

Yeah, sure. He's all right.

Well, that's not what Ethan confided.

Fistfight you got into right in front of him in your kitchen.

It was stupid. It was about Pizza Rolls.

Yeah.

Now imagine he...

turns up murdered.

You're fucked up.

How does that look to the rest of the world?

Ethan never said a word to Adam about you dealing drugs.

That pot he found in our house, that was yours.

Maybe he should've.

What do you want?

If the court calls you to the stand,

just remember the good things, too.

You say anything to my mom

about, you know...

what I do?

Clean this car.

It's fucking disgusting in here.

Working on those records

from those online threats, Nan,

those fucking messaging platforms take forever.

Double-encrypted, end-to-end bullshit.

Think they're the flag-bearers of the First Amendment.

Really, they're just providing safe haven for pederasts.

- Am I right? - What a world.

Meaning to say...

Poppit stuff's on its way,

emails associated with all the usernames making posts about Chloe Taylor.

Get it to you soon as possible.

All right, thanks, Dee. Sooner's better, you know?

Yeah, of course.

- What's up with tech? - Uh...

Dee's working on the threats to the widow coming from the office computer.

Cross our T's.

Path of thoroughness.

Listen, we're gonna... time comes,

we're gonna want you on the stand on this, Nan, representing us.

Yeah.

Nothing against Bowen.

No, no, he never liked the kid for this anyway.

Heart wouldn't be in it.

Yours is the face that makes sense.

Right.

That is, if you think you can stand the attention.

Uh, I can, most definitely.

All right, that's it.

Keep me posted.

♪ I haven't been happy in years ♪

♪ So what's a few more tears? ♪

I read this in a...

favorite book of mine this morning.

Mm, it's funny...

how different lines strike you

different times, different ways.

"If I begin to feel daunted,

I'll go off by myself.

I'm like a cat that way."

Isolating, it can restore people like us.

But salvation is with each other.

Fuck yeah.

Our brothers...

and lone sister.

Oh.

This is a stag meeting?

Because I'm... I'm cool with it.

Before we begin, anyone counting days?

Yes?

Um...

hours, actually.

Does anybody got a watch? It's, like, maybe 45 minutes.

You want to share?

I just did.

I'm here.

You were a cat.

Now welcome back.

Anyone else?

Excuse me.

You want to grab a coffee?

I-I got things to do.

Mm, wallowing?

Yep.

Using?

Not today.

My kid's trial date got set.

Well, that's a good thing, yeah?

Uh, depends how it goes, I suppose.

How are you here every day?

Like, what do you do for work?

I write books.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- Like, self-publish? - No.

Simon & Schuster does that for me.

Do you... do you want one?

Wow, yeah.

I could, uh... I could use a good doorstop.

Shades off when you're insulting me.

You on an amends tour today?

I'm miles away from the steps.

Your advice sucked.

Just so you know.

Smuggler's Gulch?

I'm excited.

Wow.

Yes, um...

hi, Agent Olivero.

You knew my late husband Adam Macintosh.

My name is Chloe Taylor.

Would you please return my call?

It's very important.

Thank you.

Fucking disgusting.

Wow.

You're a real loser, Chad.

God, put some clothes on.

Come in for a minute.

Why are you ignoring my messages and calls?

- 'Cause I don't want to talk to you. - Why?

You told Bill about us.

Oh. So you went through my phone when I left?

I'm not apologizing.

Th-That's not the only thing I saw.

What does Bill want you to find in my house?

Bill wanted me to make sure Adam didn't leave anything out here

that he shouldn't have.

Work stuff.

And I didn't want to bother you about that,

so I told him I did it just to get him off our backs.

And, uh...

look, the other thing about us--

Yeah, beyond idiotic, pathetic.

Fucking Bill of all people.

He loves to leverage that shit.

- He's got a selective moral compass. - Okay, wait.

I told Chuck, not Bill.

At the health club one night.

- Fuck. - I... I was drunk.

- It was a mistake. - Yeah.

I'm sorry.

What exactly did you tell him?

I... I told him...

I told him that...

I was in love with you.

I told him I-I didn't know if you felt the same way.

Hey.

How can I make this up to you?

Don't.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

- Please. You know I can't. - Shh.

- It's okay. - Just stay away from me.

Stay away from me.

Is that what you want me to do?

You got to go, you got to go.

Uh, thank you so much, uh, for stopping by.

What's going on there?

Nothing. Jake lives down the beach.

You know, he's the one

that gave us the referral for Sanders.

That's a sick bod.

Hard to pull off that outfit.

Well, it's a wet suit, not an outfit.

- You were out late. - Yeah.

Broke curfew. Sorry, Mom.

Well, I found your dress outside by the pool,

and I did your laundry and found this in your jacket.

Okay.

Listen, I agree, okay? I agree.

I think getting Ethan on antidepressants was right.

Just, next time, when you're making decisions for him, I want to discuss it.

Okay, yeah.

Of course.

So, what happened at Catherine's?

The worst wake I ever went to.

What happened with the drinking?

One phony douchebag after another

and you parading me around in front of them.

You're right.

I'm sorry. It was awful.

Yeah.

Just...

It's scary when you drink.

I just wanted to eat gazpacho with you.

Hey, um...

you want to continue that conversation we started

about Dad, I'm... here for it.

I've had enough of Hank today.

Can't bring that in.

They're just treats for my son. He's only 17.

Food is easy to hide contraband in. It's not allowed.

Sorry.

Mom.

Hi.

- Oh, my God. - I asked Nicky not to say anything.

- I'm fine. I'm fine. Really. - Oh, my God.

Okay.

I'm so sorry. I had things for you.

I had, um, food, and they wouldn't let me bring it in.

I even had the dumpling soup that you love.

That cheap one.

When I get out of here...

- Right. - ...we can eat

canned dumpling soup together.

Okay.

Have you been exercising?

Why? Do I look good?

Yes.

I know you're on medication and...

I just want to say I'm sorry I didn't...

help you with that sooner.

How does it make you feel?

Comfortable in my skin.

Good.

- I really miss you. - I miss you, too.

And everything just...

sucks without you.

- It's been good seeing Nicky. - Yeah.

I bet it's been nice to get to know her.

Baby, what is it?

It actually hasn't been that long since I talked to her.

- Wh-What do you mean? - We text.

And talk on the phone sometimes.

She gave me a flip phone, like, five years ago at Grandpa's funeral.

We didn't actually start, you know, um, talking until recently.

Um...

You know, I found that secret phone in my office.

Yeah, Michelle said.

It's evidence now.

Is there anything in there that I should know?

Anything... incriminating?

Not about me.

Kevin's the only other person who had the number.

Oh.

How's it been with Nicky?

She's-she's come a long way, right?

With her drinking and stuff?

I just can't wait for you to come home.

I love how he sleeps with his little butt in the air.

- Are you okay? - God, you know,

I always wanted a pool, and I just feel like the blue of this pool is so weird.

Right?

All your art stuff is in the basement.

I just saw it.

Why don't you bring it out here, keep your hands busy?

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

Just fuck these fucking hormones.

Are you going to be able to take care of our son today?

Of course.

Bye.

It's worse.

Like, like, she can't get out of it.

Chloe, I can't keep track of the lies anymore.

Yeah, maybe. I...

I don't know if I can trust her around him.

You scared me.

Ethan told me about the phone you gave him at Dad's funeral.

Then you sat in my car, lying,

pretending you don't know whose it is,

letting me believe that it might be Adam's.

- I was protecting him. I-- - S-Stop.

Then you tell me this Dad story right as we're trying to leave

to attend a memorial for our murdered husband.

And it's, uh...

it's bewildering to you that I can't address it.

You said it didn't happen.

It did.

You were trying to shit on every little bit of good that I got from our family.

I told you,

because I'm tired of carrying it alone--

You taught Ethan to lie to me.

And out of all the damage that you have done--

Our lives are a lie.

Your life is a lie!

What did Ethan tell you?

Look, um...

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I am truly sorry

for everything.

Really.

Yeah, well, it's not like your apology just ends it.

'Cause one trespass leads to another,

leads to another,

and you're just nothing without this constant drama.

Just a...

...fucking empty hole.

You're so mean sometimes, you know?

I'm gonna head to the city for a while,

till I can visit him again.

How was he?

You mean besides all the fucking bruises on his face?

He asked me not to worry you. I--

You love this control.

Yeah, maybe you should just

try to act halfway clean next time you see him.

Try to hide the fact that we fucking hate each other.

Two sisters diverged in the woods.

The pariah they erased from their family history

now has sole access to that son.

It's the luckiest break this broken woman has ever had.

Time alone with her sweet boy

while he's in the joint.

You like the kid.

Yeah.

He's the only mature one in that family,

- that's for sure. - Yeah.

- Chloe's tech detective keeps calling. - Why?

Must be following up on the threats from her office.

So, an employee or two hates her.

Doesn't mean that they killed her husband.

And not to mention, none of it's admissible in court.

- Right. - Okay.

- So... - Mother-aunt and...

Subpoenas are in process,

all the communications from the accounts found on Ethan Macintosh's computer.

- And what about the burner phone? - Irrelevant.

- Wasn't the defendant's. - Uh, Adam Macintosh's work files?

The-the boss, Braddock, he-he got cagey when we asked him about the case

that Adam had been working on, the Gentry Group--

Why would we undermine our case

by looking like we were searching for additional suspects?

The strength of our case relies upon

there being no other suspect with as much supportive evidence.

Any evidence that might introduce another potential suspect

would be the reasonable doubt a jury needs to acquit.

So, why would we,

we, the prosecution, go looking for that?

Dom, that kind of dramatic effect probably works in trial,

but at present, sounds like you're reading slam poetry to slow kids.

You cops are so thin-skinned.

Don't let him get to you.

That little kerchief in his pocket

invalidates anything he might say, far as I'm concerned.

Listen to me.

His job is to speak in technicalities.

Yours is to find anything that goes in either column.

We still got a few weeks left till trial.

I know you don't love the kid for this,

and while I may disagree, it either is or isn't him.

Is that Yogi Berra?

Oh. Google Alert for Chloe Taylor.

Tides have turned.

This is your problem.

Keeping tabs on there, not in the real world.

Say what you're saying.

Look, go up there in the cloud and get the messages off the burner phone yourself.

Go into town, make trouble at the husband's office.

Rattle the boss's cage. Be proactive, okay?

As long as it doesn't take you too far astray,

be thorough, follow the path as far as it goes.

You're a good detective.

Thank you, Nan.

Shut the fuck up.

"The meat stewed in its own liquor, a near beige in tone.

A healthy oyster at least.

He had learned early how to tell if one went bad.

Its flesh would be weathered, cloudy.

Brown, gray or black meant contamination.

Pink once in a while.

Red if it was really gone.

He always had a hard time throwing the red ones out.

It felt odd that the sickest ones were the brightest hue,

the most vital.

The ones that seemed closest to life were nearest to death.

But there was no helping it.

They never came back from red.

He tossed them and went back, searching

for the fleshy beige that meant there was life."

Jury selection is complete in the case of Ethan Macintosh,

with the trial set to begin in two weeks.

The New York City teenager who's been charged in his father's murder,

in what some have dubbed the "Hamptons Homicide,'"

has benefited from a speedy process all around.

Here today to provide analysis is Michael Bachner.

This is Chloe Taylor.

This is Agent Olivero returning your call.

You want to talk?

Yes, I want you to be comfortable.

We just have different definitions what that means.

Three fans in one bedroom is excessive, that's all.

Your body is in revolt.

Please take some of that primrose oil that I bought.

Hey, Detective.

Uh, honey, let me call you right back.

Yeah, I will.

Time for a change at the house, huh?

- That your wife? - Perimenopause.

Tried to prepare her for it, but she wasn't having it.

Blaming hot flashes on global warming.

But you know how that is.

I really don't.

Well, it's nothing to have shame about, natural order of things.

I'm doing fine, but they sell lube at the checkout.

Your sister here?

You know damn well she's in Manhattan.

Your partner's all over it.

- He's got a real hard-on for her. - What a crazy turn, right?

Going from beloved do-gooder

to the world knowing you stole your sister's life.

"Raised a monster, living in luxury."

And you out there working two shitty jobs

just to pay rent on a Shaker Heights-adjacent apartment.

Where are you getting this from?

My partner and his Google Alerts.

Yeah. Not a lot of sympathy left out there for your sister, though,

no matter how many Latin checkout girls she pretends to care about.

- Here. I got you. - No. I-I got--

You came off looking good, though-- the wronged mother.

You'd think you were the one with the publicist.

All right, thank you, Cagney and Lacey.

I'm sure your wife's sweating her menopausal balls off.

Oh, yeah, it's been hot at night, I'll give her that. No relief.

You're living out there, though, by the water,

central AC, the works.

Who could've predicted that?

See you in a couple weeks.

Oh, by the way, "Cagney and Lacey," it's a compliment.

It's gonna look great in there.

Twat.

Ms. Taylor.

I'm Special Agent Edward Olivero.

This is, uh, Special Agent Troy Younger.

- Hello. - Let the lady sit, please.

Thank you.

Not a lot of room in here.

This one is breaking

my balls all day about my waistline.

- So, um, my husband. - Oh.

- Our condolences. - Thank you.

Thank you. Um...

he told me he was working with you before he died.

You know what's coming.

We can't confirm or deny that.

I can confirm that he is dead because of it.

Because of his work with you.

Have you talked to the detectives working this case

- about this theory? - No.

'Cause there's not much we can do for you.

Well, I talked to the people that I know at the law firm.

- Lawyers close ranks. - But our door is always open to you.

So we can have another elliptical conversation.

It's a condition of our position.

Do you want a cup of coffee?

My son is good.

And he will die in prison for a crime he didn't commit.

He didn't do this.

He didn't do this.

I'll walk you out.

I'll be right back.

Ms. Taylor, wait.

- Off the record? - Yes.

Get into his office files and ping me if you find something.

We need intel on the Gentry Group.

They'll never let me do that.

Don't ask. You're his wife.

His property is yours now.

So this is definitely part of what happened to him?

If you can get me something concrete, firm,

I can give you something real.

What'll I get?

You mention this conversation,

particularly to anyone involved in your son's case,

prison time.

Other than that, let me know what you want.

I feel so betrayed.

- Like, how could she leave all this out? - Right?

She mentions her mother in her Congress testimony

but never a sister.

Exactly. Not a word.

She invented this whole other life.

"The Real Thing." Give me a break.

I know, right? Like,

what truth are we supposed to believe?

This is triggering for you.

It is. She was on my vision board.

And I feel for her-- it's awful-- but you know karma, she always comes back.

Good episode title.

Dipshits.

Oh.

Uh, I-I came for the Tupperware.

It's Nicky, Chloe's sister.

My daughter says hello.

Oh. Hey, hey, Janie.

Get your dog or I'm gonna put it in a cab.

You said one night and a week later, fucking Franzen is still here.

They may have thrown your Tupperware out.

- The dog's name is Franzen? - Who cares?

Oh. Seems like more of a "Buck" to me.

Want a cappuccino? This machine does everything.

Ah, no, I'm okay.

Good, because I don't know how it works.

Deena, please, the dog, it stinks.

Sit.

I'm the only one allowed to flutter in place.

Um, about your party, I just...

You think I never fucked a waiter at a wake?

I invented that move.

Still, I-I apologize.

Unnecessary. Oh, but do stay away from my daughter.

She likes nothing more than an unavailable hot mess of a straight woman.

Who said I'm unavailable?

- She just wanted to buy my jewelry. - Not even Etsy.

I'll buy some.

Yeah.

If you like it, great.

Look, I don't... I don't really trust you.

But I think you love Chloe.

You don't like women very much, do you?

Excuse me?

Oh, you white girls and your mama issues.

Your mothers send you out in the world just thinking about men,

so you fuck each other over just to get one.

Thank God we don't do that shit.

We don't have the luxury.

We stick together.

We talking about white women right now or Black women or...?

You are sitting in my kitchen, so yes, we are talking about Black women.

Well, just so you know, I don't see color.

You're fucking with me.

And I only hate some women.

Well, while you're hating on each other,

the man's world that we live in just keeps on spinning.

You selfish bitches just won't share with each other.

And all the while, the men, those fuckers,

they're moving the ball down the field together.

They work together.

So, you want to grow up, play together?

Get some shit done?

Like a Black woman?

Like a motherfucking king.

It's bad, the press. We got to do something

to make Chloe look better.

I'll handle the optics.

Thank you.

Anything else?

Yeah. You ever get lonely in a house this big?

Stop it.

Never.

Hey, Nicky, um...

I'm coming back to the house, so...

clean up whatever mess you made before I get there.

Um, what about sculpture garden at MOMA, and then dinner at the Carlyle?

My sister and I went

to Carnegie Deli on her 21st birthday trip.

I have seen that picture.

Very big sandwiches. We could split one.

Sure. But don't you want to see a show?

I could get some really good seats through the magazine.

Great sorrow of my life, losing my sister.

I know.

I want you to know that I'm quite proud of you.

All that you've done here.

Thanks, Mom.

What a view.

Yeah, you want to go sit outside?

No.

But you know what would really make me proud,

is if you made up with your sister.

Yeah, it's not really that simple.

I know. I know.

But make it happen.

You did all this. You can do that.

For me.

Really, Hank? You got nothing for me, huh?

I thought you'd have all kinds of tips and tricks

for getting bloodstains out.

Maybe, uh, human's different than...

...fish or rabbit.

Hello?

Hi. I-I got your number off the stag sign-in sheet.

I-I'm listening to your book.

Oh, yeah? Which one?

I don't know. Uh...

I just like the sound of your voice.

I-I like what you said about...

red oysters.

Mm. What are you doing?

Uh, sprucing up a bit, for my sister.

What does it look like where you write?

Uh, well, there are lots of books, lots of windows.

You doing okay?

I need a favor, if you've got a minute.

Yeah. I'm right here.

Would you pray with me?

Sure.

I'm on my knees.

You're on your way to standing up.

- Oh, hey. - Hey.

I moved out here.

Give us space.

You've been busy.

Your hair looks really good.

Yeah.

Yours, too.

So, um...

What are we wearing to this thing?

All right, um...

Try this one.

That's the back?

This is like a little baby bib.

No, it's beautiful.

Um...

Okay, just so you know, I-I might have some information

about what Adam was involved in.

Some... good he was trying to do that pissed off some really bad people.

Did you give Sanders this... vague update?

I can't really be specific, okay?

It's-it's very serious, and I could get in a lot of trouble.

Okay, we're picking outfits to wear to our son's murder trial, Chlo.

All right, there are other...

parties with other interests involved.

- Okay? - Uh-huh. Okay.

Um...

and they think I might have access to something that...

they may have use of.

Maybe something that might have made Adam a target.

And what do these other people with other interests

maybe want you to do about it?

Get it for them.

Okay.

Whatever Deep Throat garage you meet these fuckers in,

you tell them they don't get shit unless they publicly...

state that whatever Adam was into...

...could've led to this,

that there are other people with legitimate reasons for wanting him dead.

Good.

Okay.

Looks like he was keeping busy, too.

Yeah.

Ooh. Wow.

Oh, you look good.

Because I look like you.

Fuck.

"According to our sources, Nicole Macintosh drank and popped pills

and was dangerously neglectful to young Ethan,

leading one day to his near-drowning.

Chloe Taylor didn't steal her husband and son from her sister.

She saved them."

Chlo, you ready to go?

Yeah.

Nicole, did you try to drown your own kid? What happened that night?

Nicole, Nicole! What kind of drugs were you on?

- Oxy? Molly? Quaaludes? - Wait. What is going on?

- Nicole, are you still using? - Fuck off.

Ethan stabbed his father to death because you're a terrible mother.

- What do you have to say about that? - Move back. Move back.

- Keep walking. Just keep walking. - How long did you stay

in the psychiatric hospital?!

- Leave us alone! - Did you tell them all this? - Move back.

- Huh? - Thank you.

What did you do?

All rise.

When Ethan was a little guy, he used to like

to help me shovel snow from the front of the building.

He liked to sprinkle salt on the sidewalk, make sure no one slipped.

He loved...

watching it chew through the ice, you know?

And not for nothing. Uh...

his mom is one of the best.

You know, she takes care of us.

Not just at Christmastime, either.

Coffee and the like.

She listens, remembers names.

She's good people.

Ethan's cool. You know?

Not like the other kids from the city.

Doesn't care how big your house is or what kind of car you drive.

Dude's even got a knight costume under his bed.

Like, one he takes really good care of.

Dude even polishes it.

But, yeah, he's real cool.

And... he's my brother.

When we went to Kevin Dunham's house to deliver the news,

Ethan Macintosh acted as if the information wasn't new to him.

Fifteen years-plus on the job, that type of reaction,

that was a first.

Like he wasn't surprised.

Like he knew it was coming.

Like he'd thought about it before.

I've been the headmistress at Casden High School for 20 years.

Ethan's father wanted to transfer him to military school after junior year.

And Adam discussed this with me, and I told Ethan about it.

I thought it might get him to comprehend the gravity of his situation.

What did Ethan say when you told him about his father's plan for military school?

He said...

"He can't do that to me.

I'll find a way to stop him."

These last weeks, the defense

has tried to paint Ethan Macintosh as a good kid,

while the prosecution has aimed to shed light

on his oftentimes threatening relationship with his father.

As he takes the stand for cross-examination today,

everyone is wondering what the young man might say.

Just came in from tech.

Took her long enough.

Got to get it to Dom Willis.

Are you sure about this, Nan?

You're the one who always says what happens up there online isn't real.

Well, this sure is.

Would you say the circumstances around your moving

to New York and Chloe becoming your mother were traumatic?

I was two.

What was the story you were told?

My mom always said that my biological mother had issues

and that she needed to deal with them

and she couldn't be the mother I needed

and everything happens for a reason.

Was this reinforced? This version of events.

We didn't talk about my-my other mom.

So it wasn't mentioned ever?

Forbidden even?

Like, without saying it was.

Keeping secrets and leading double lives--

this is what your family is about.

Objection, Your Honor.

Overruled. Go on, please.

We see it in ghettos,

what some refer to as "underserved communities."

Mostly Black, brown.

The corrosive impact of neglect.

The link between early trauma and propensity for violence later in life.

Objection.

Your Honor, spare us the irrelevant

- cultural observations. - Overruled.

But, uh, let's wind it down, counselor.

We're used to drawing these parallels in low-income communities.

But it's also true for wealthy white kids.

Human.

No matter how much money your folks have.

They broke you early and they broke you good, didn't they?

Oh, this fucking asshole.

Quiet in the courtroom, please.

Where the fuck is he going with this?

Unfortunately,

many of these things were beyond your control.

And yet here we are, living with the results.

We talked about

how Chloe was a busy and committed public figure.

We also talked about Chloe's public role.

How it led to threats against her on various platforms.

Some of these threats were coming from a computer

that was registered to The Real Thing magazine.

We know this.

But what we have yet to talk about

was that that computer was stored in Chloe Taylor's home

- and used by Ethan. - What is that?

And one of the most avid posters on those sites,

someone by the name of Kurt Lo Mein,

that account was linked to your email, Ethan.

It was you, wasn't it?

Reading posts that were threatening rape.

Rape.

Against your mother.

Death threats.

Threats you read from users with whom you engaged.

But some of these posts were actually about your father.

In one exchange, Kurt Lo Mein posts--

Objection. The counselor is testifying.

Ethan, would you mind reading this for me, starting with the username?

"Kurt Lo Mein:

She'd be better off if he were dead."

"CHAD69: You want her all to yourself, Kurt?"

"Kurt Lo Mein:

Off him? I'd do it.

Look at that face. You know he deserves it."

Ethan, did you make these comments?

Yes.

Why?

'Cause it's how I felt.

How did you feel?

Like there were times I wanted him gone.