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If you could pick just one day

and undo it, make it go away,
make it never have happened...

...what day would it be?

How about our wedding day?

I mean,

that would be a very efficient
choice, don't you think?

Because if you could change that one day,

all the other days...
the 18 years since...

would just vanish, too.

Oh, I want to go into the city.

I want to go to the apartment
on Madison like we used to.

Spend the weekend in bed

just ordering food and hold each other.

Come on, Rache. You made me
sell the place on Madison

a decade ago.

And as for spending the weekend in bed,

we got a perfectly good bed here.

And a cook.

Come on.

Whole weekend in bed?

Spending an hour in bed...
at least with me...

hasn't been something you've
expressed much interest in

in a very long time.

And that's fine.

Although if that's what you want, I'm...

Do you hate me?

Okay.

Somebody...

has had too much wine.

I'm too rich to leave, aren't I?

That's the problem, isn't it?

The problem is that
when you're not at work,

you don't know what to do with yourself

and so you start drinking
at 10:00 in the morning.

That's not the problem,
that's the solution.

Okay.

Time for us to go back to shore.

Mm. I don't want to go in yet.

Come on.

We'll go back.

We'll take off our clothes
and we'll climb into bed,

just like you wanted.

What's her name?

What's whose name?

The girl in your head.

The girl you'll imagine you're
with while you're with me.

You are the girl in my head.

You know what would make me happy?

It would make me happy to take

that fire extinguisher

and just...

smash you on the head with it.

I would enjoy that.

I can't do this anymore.

You've become a monster.

You've made me a monster.

And stop crying.

God, I hate you when you cry.

You're such a sniveling nothing of a man!

The keys! Where did the keys go?

I have the keys.

I told you I don't want to go in yet.

Just come away from the wheel
and pour me another drink.

Good morning and, as always,

we thank you for joining us.

Have you seen Peter?

Do you know where Peter might be?

I haven't seen him since last night.

Maybe he's still sleeping?

What'd you do to your wrist?

Oh. I don't know.

It's nothing.

Pete?

You awake?

Peter!

My friends in the legal world

tell me that if you're staring
at a criminal trial...

staring at a jury trial...

you are the gentlemen
they would want by their side.

Are you staring at a criminal trial?

This past weekend

my husband Peter and I
went out on our boat.

We were drinking.

And fighting.

Wh-When we finally got back to shore

it was dark and Peter was...

not ready to get off the boat.

Intoxicated.

Yes.

I think we both were.

The last time I saw him

was down below
in the sleeping compartment,

which was not unusual for him.

Not unusual for us.

I docked the boat, went back
to the house. Figured

he'd find his way back in

later that night.

When I woke up this morning,

I couldn't find him.

I went down to the boat. He wasn't there.

But there was blood.

Did you call the police?

They're still out there.

Investigating.

I answered all their questions.

Without a lawyer?

Yes.

Because...

why not?

But I could tell

from the way they were speaking to me,

the way they were looking at me...

That you were a suspect.

So,

you awoke this morning to discover

that you didn't know
where your husband was.

You called the police.

They came to your house.

And then...

you came to work?

I didn't know where to go.

I-I wanted to look for him,
but where do you look?

We-we were on the water.

I want to believe he's still alive.

But alive where?

Other than the fact that you
were the last person to see him,

is there any other
reason anyone would have

to suspect you of foul play?

Two months ago, we...

threw a party at the lake house.

About a hundred people.

Peter and I got into it.

He says I get mean when I drink.

I do get mean when I drink.

Apparently, I got loud
and really abusive.

Really let him have it.

Everyone saw.

Or so I was told.

Or so you were told.

Do you suffer from blackouts,
Mrs. Thomas?

I don't know what that means.

I suffer from drinking too much

and not always remembering
everything afterward.

What happened to your wrist?

Oh. Oh, this.

I was walking my dog.
He took off after a squirrel.

Pulled me down onto the sidewalk
with him. I landed on it.

Bruised it pretty badly.

I'm sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Thomas.

It's the medical examiner's office.

Okay.

They found the body down the shore.

Apparently, he drowned,

but there's also
significant blunt force trauma

visible on the back of the skull.

So, here's the thing.

Almost everybody
has had too much to drink

at one time or another,

but this "I don't remember"

is not going to be an easy sell to a jury

as a defense for murder.

We taking the case?

She's Rachel Thomas.

She's one of the wealthiest,
smartest women

in all of New York.

She manages a hedge fund
worth over five billion dollars.

That woman

did not get to the top by being reckless.

She's one of the brightest minds

to ever walk the floors
of the stock exchange.

You really think the best plan

she could come up with
to get rid of her husband

was to hit him on the head
and throw him in the lake?

Hell yeah, we're taking this case.

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MARISSA: But there is nothing to divide.

There is nothing to buy out.

It was my apartment when
we got married the first time,

my apartment when
we got married the second time,

and it is still my apartment.

This is a civil tone.

This is as civil as my tone gets

when someone is trying to take
something of mine

that they have no right to.

I have to go now.

Bull and Benny apologize for not joining,

but they are at a bail hearing
for our new client,

Rachel Thomas, who, moments ago,

was officially charged
with second-degree murder.

They are convinced that the prosecution

is gonna try to persuade the jury

that the marriage was falling apart.

That Mr. Thomas was being unfaithful,

and that Rachel was enraged

and killed him in a moment of passion.

- Can they prove any of that?
- Well,

the first part of it was definitely true.

The Thomases had enough fights in public

that rounding up people
to testify to their animus

shouldn't be a problem.

The cheating is another matter.

Rachel is convinced of it,

but from what Bull and Benny can surmise,

she doesn't really have
any hard evidence.

- So where does that leave us?
- Well,

here's the thing.
Peter didn't know it yet,

but Rachel had already retained
a divorce lawyer.

She had already decided to leave him.

So she really had
no practical motive to kill him.

I beg to differ.
If she had divorced Peter,

it would have cost her half her fortune.

It wouldn't have cost her half.
They had a prenup.

A very aggressive prenup. Remember?

Even back when they first married

18 years ago,
she was a wealthy businesswoman.

He was a failed playwright.

Here it is.

It even stipulates
that if he were caught cheating,

he would leave the marriage with nothing.

So then doesn't it stand to reason

that if we can prove that Peter
was actually having an affair

and that Rachel knew about it
that she had no motive at all?

The affair would mean

she wouldn't have had to give him a dime.

When it comes to the jury,

I think the key is gonna be eliminating

anyone prone to rage bias.

Rage bias?

What on God's earth is that?

People who have rage bias
tend to exhibit...

I am so sorry to interrupt. Uh, Bull,

could I just have a word
with you outside for a moment?

It'll be very brief.

What's so urgent?

It's our new client.
Our bank just called.

The check she wrote for our retainer...

it bounced.

Are you sure? Maybe they made a mistake.

That's Rachel Thomas.

I watched her write the check myself.

It came from her personal account.

I'm just telling you what they told me.

All right. I'll handle it.

I'll find the right moment
and I will speak to her.

I am sure it's just a misunderstanding.

Sorry. Where were we?

You were explaining rage bias.

Yes. People

with this particular bias
believe that those

who let their emotions run away with them

are a danger to themselves and others.

They won't have any trouble
making the leap that

because you are capable of
acting out against your husband

in front of a room full of people

that you would also
be capable of killing him.

So w-what do we do about that?

All right, let's play "what if."

Okay.

What if it's rush hour

and it's raining?

You're trying to get a cab,
you finally hail one down,

you're about to get in
when someone rushes past you

and tries to steal the cab away from you.

What do you do?

The truth?

I kick, claw, spit, bite and
pull the other person's hair,

and if that doesn't work...

We get the idea.

My kind of gal.

Your Honor, this juror is
acceptable to the defense.

And that means we have our jury.

Let's break for lunch
and then reconvene to hear

opening statements

and perhaps start calling
prosecution witnesses.

So, what's your sense?

My sense is we have a long way to go.

Benny, would you, uh, go across
the street, get us a table?

We'll meet you there.

Two things.

Uh, the check you wrote us...

the bank returned it. It bounced.

Oh, my God. Really?

Mm-hmm.

I'm so sorry.

I... I wrote it on my personal account,

and I know this is horrifying to hear

from someone who does
what I do for a living,

- but sometimes I don't even bother to...
- I'm not really

concerned about it.

I know you're good for it.

Do you have any idea
how upset you just got?

Well, it's-it's upsetting.
It's embarrassing. I'm-I'm...

Well, it's nothing compared
to what we're doing here.

We're...

We're fighting for your life.

We're fighting for your freedom.

You're accused of killing a man,
and yet you sit here

in front of these people who are
gonna judge you...

the people who are going to
decide your fate...

and you seem not the least bit upset

that the man you claim you didn't kill

was taken from you
little more than a week ago.

You don't look shocked,
you don't look sad.

You look like you're ready
to run a board meeting.

Do you miss him?

Course I miss him.

I don't mean to pry, but what
exactly are you writing down?

It's just a note.

Remind myself
to do all the things you said:

look sad, look like I'm in shock.

Shall we go?

Dr. Ortiz, as the Nassau County
medical examiner

who first examined Peter Thomas' corpse,

can you share with us
the official cause of death?

Mm-hmm. Cause of death
was determined to be drowning

after blunt force trauma
to the left temporal lobe,

which is part of the head
just above the ear.

And what can you tell us about

Mr. Thomas' blood alcohol content?

It was quite high... 25...

about three times the legal limit.

Now, your report

indicates that Mr. Thomas
weighed over 200 pounds.

Would the fact that he was so
intoxicated have made it harder

or easier for a smaller person...
let's say someone

the size of the defendant...

to overpower Mr. Thomas and then

knock him over the side of the boat?

Seems to me it'd make it easier.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Remember you told me
how much you missed him?

Wouldn't hurt to wince a bit
every time you heard his name.

- Mm?
- Good afternoon, Dr. Ortiz.

Now, just to recap.

You are saying you believe

someone struck Mr. Thomas

in the back of the head, creating...

What was it you called it?

Blunt force trauma.

Exactly. Blunt force trauma.

And then either dumped
or pushed him into the water.

As I said,

that's what the evidence
seems to suggest.

I see. But you haven't actually

found the object that inflicted
this blunt force trauma,

- have you?
- No, we have not.

Then how can you be so sure
of the order of events?

Couldn't Mr. Thomas,

who you already testified was

incredibly intoxicated,
simply have lost his balance,

tumbled off the side of the boat

and hit his head as he fell in the water?

Well, that's certainly a possibility,

but not nearly as likely, in my opinion.

What informed that particular opinion?

The laceration to the skull appears

as if it would have required
a significant amount of force.

Doesn't seem like a fall into
the water would get it done.

What if... another boat was passing by?

What if Mr. Thomas's head
kept getting smashed

on the stern of his own vessel
over and over again

in the wake of the passing boat?

Something wrong with my theory?

Is it any less plausible
than your theory,

which is based on the assumption

that my client's husband was hit

with an object
no one can prove even exists?

He's very good.

Is the problem

with my theory, Dr. Ortiz,
is that it makes

Mr. Thomas' death

seem more likely
the result of a drunken mishap

rather than homicide?

Objection, Your Honor.

Counsel is testifying.

Sustained.

The jury will disregard
counselor's last statements.

Ask a question, Counselor.

Actually, I have no further
questions, Your Honor.

Thank you.

Mr. Colón,

Dr. Bull, Mrs. Thomas,

any way I could borrow
your legal counsel for a moment?

There's something I'd like to show them.

We just got these
from the Nassau County Police.

What are we looking at?

It's a fire extinguisher made
especially for use on boats.

Uh, they found it in the water
early this morning about

300 yards from where they
discovered Peter Thomas' body

the other day.

Serial number indicates
it was purchased by Mr. Thomas

about four and a half years ago.

It's dented.

Consistent with the kind of dent
you might expect

if it were used to, say...

Hit someone on the head.

- Great minds.
- Mm.

There was still some blood
on it, some brain matter.

Uh, we're having everything tested.

Uh, of course,
it was in the water over a week,

so who knows what the tests will show.

But I wanted you
to be the second to know.

Dad. Wake up.

What are you doing here?

Dad?

Mm.

You can't just sit in
front of my door like this.

You're gonna get me in trouble.

I'm sorry.

I didn't intend to fall asleep.

Been here for hours.

What are you doing here?

Well, I called you, like, 300 times.

I texted you, like, a million.

I came here to talk to you.

To tell you something.

Look,
I-I know you're not gonna believe me,

but... I have been
praying about this, baby.

I've been reading about it,
I've been thinking about it.

And Anna, I know,

deep in my heart, that this is wrong.

And I'm gonna keep telling you,

every inch of the way,
how wrong I think it is,

because maybe I'll change your mind.

But if I can't change your mind,

you got to know there's no way

I'd let you go through this alone.

There's no way I would let you
go through any of this

without being right there by your side.

I promise you I do not know

how that fire extinguisher got
off the boat and into the water,

much less with the blood and the...

...whatever else you said was on it.

They're telling us

that Peter's blood was all over it.

And your fingerprints.

Of course my fingerprints
were all over it.

It belonged to me. It-it was on my boat.

That well may be,

but we can't be sure a jury
is gonna see it that way.

The fire extinguisher is proof

that Peter's death was no accident.

I had no reason to kill him.

But you told us your husband

was having an affair.

But that's not a reason to kill someone.

That's a reason to divorce someone.

Mrs. Thomas, we know that if your husband

had cheated, you would
be entitled to a divorce

without any obligation to pay anything.

No alimony, no asset sharing.

Everything reverts back to you.

Exactly.

The problem is our investigators

can find absolutely no
evidence of any affair.

Nothing.

Not a single text message,
not a single phone call,

not a single credit card charge.

There's just no concrete proof.

And unfortunately, that
does give you motive.

Gentlemen... and lady,

I am worth just shy of a billion dollars.

Are you suggesting that instead
of simply divorcing my husband

and living off a mere half a billion,

I would choose to kill him?

Really? Does...

does that make sense to anyone?

The People would like to call
Helen Potter.

Who's Helen Potter?

Helen Potter... she's your neighbor.

How do you know the Thomases,

Ms. Potter?

We live about three houses apart.

Uh, I'm a full-timer.

It means I live there all the time. Uh,

they're up weekends and holidays.

I guess you could say we're neighbors.

And your home, like their home,

sits on the lake
and looks out on the water,

giving you a clear view
of their dock, their boat,

- a good portion of the lake itself?
- Yes.

What did you see on the date in question?

I saw Rachel and Peter go out in the boat

at around 11:00 in the morning.

Uh, but that night,
when the boat returned,

I only saw Rachel.

And I-I didn't see Peter at all.

And were you aware of any friction

in your neighbor's marriage?

I think everyone

who lived in the neighborhood
was aware there was friction.

Can you give the court an example?

Well, this year they threw
a party for Labor Day.

All the neighbors were there.

And Rachel started a fight with Peter

over the fact that he was
talking to other women.

At one point talking to me.

H-He tried to calm her.

But he couldn't.

She was yelling at him.

Cursing at him.

I was embarrassed for him.

So other than the fact that your house

is three houses away from her house,

how well would you say
you know Mrs. Thomas?

Excuse me?

I-I'm not sure I understand the question.

Well, I was listening to your testimony,

and it sounded like you know
the Thomases quite well.

So...

how much time would you say
you've spent with the Thomases?

Well, I mean...

they have a Labor Day party every year.

Ever been to dinner with them?

No.

So, clearly, you've been to
their house for their parties,

has Mrs. Thomas ever been to yours?

No.

Ah. I see.

And how about Mr. Thomas?

Oh, that's okay. That's all right.

Let me ask a different question.
Now, you mentioned

that on the night in question,

you only saw Mrs. Thomas

leave the boat. Is that correct?

Yes. Mr. Thomas was nowhere to be seen.

But I'm sure you're aware
that Mrs. Thomas explained

to the police,
to the best of her knowledge,

that Mr. Thomas
was in the sleeping compartment.

Okay. I'm just not sure I believe that.

Really?

Why not?

Because every time
they went out on the boat,

it was always Peter who docked it.

Even if he ended up sleeping on the boat.

He always tied it up.

That was just... his thing.

Really? Every single time?

Ha! Wow. For someone who...
hadn't really spent

a lot of time with them,
you certainly know a lot

about the Thomases and their habits.

- How is that?
- Objection.

Counsel is badgering the witness.

Ms. Potter is not the one on trial here.

Your Honor,
I'm not trying to badger anyone.

I'm just trying to understand
how Ms. Potter

came to her conclusions
when she seems to have had

very little contact with my client.

Objection overruled.
Witness will answer the question.

That-That's all right. That's all right.

Let me come at this a different way.

Ms. Potter, on any given night,
how often do you check

whether the Thomases' boat
is at their dock?

I mean, it...

seems like you check quite a bit.

Wh... It's not that I check.

I-I can see it from my house.

It's just something I notice.

Mm. Well, forgive me,

but isn't that a little curious,

considering you live three houses down?

I mean, could you see their dock

from every vantage point of your home?

No. Not every vantage point.

But-But I can see it very
clearly from my upper deck.

So how does that work? Do you just

sit in your upper deck all day,

watching whether Peter or Rachel

dock the boat that evening?

I mean, that is a little
peculiar, wouldn't you say?

Objection.

Uh, Your Honor,
counsel is badgering once again.

Sustained.

Tread lightly, Mr. Colón.

Ms. Potter, you testified

that Mrs. Thomas

had never been to your house.

How about Mr. Thomas?

And let me remind you
you are still under oath.

He... may have.

May have?

I'm sorry.

I need a yes or a no.

Yes.

Well...

that changes things a bit, doesn't it?

Could you please tell the court

what Mr. Thomas was doing at your house?

I don't know what you're suggesting,

but Peter and I were just neighbors.

I wasn't suggesting anything, Ms. Potter.

But given where your mind went,

it tells me everything I need to know.

Objection. Argumentative.

- Sustained.
- I apologize,

Your Honor.

But if it pleases the court,
I just have one more question.

So, clearly...

you made it your business

to keep an eye
on Peter's comings and goings.

So did you, by any chance,

go down to the Thomases' boat

to check on your neighbor

when you saw that Rachel docked it

and went up to her house that night?

Perhaps get into a fight with him

over his refusal to leave his wife?

No!

Objection. No foundation.

Sustained. Mr. Colón.

My apologies, Your Honor.

I have no further questions.

And what brings you to Nassau County?

The train.

I just felt funny
e-mailing or texting you this.

What am I looking at here?

It's a death certificate.

A veterinary death certificate.

Remember how Rachel told
you she hurt her wrist

while she was walking her dog?

Rachel's dog was put
down about a year ago.

And, according to the vet,
she never got a new one.

She lied.

You ever wonder about our client?

The way she has such
a tenuous grasp on her memory?

The way she can't remember what happened

after her fight with Peter on the boat?

Mm.

It's like I said from
the very beginning...

seems like a very convenient lapse.

Yeah.

But it's not isolated.

Today, she did not recognize
her neighbor at first.

Had no idea who she was.

And now Danny tells me her dog,

the one who yanked her to the ground...

it's how she hurt her wrist...

dog's been dead for a year.

- That's weird.
- Mm.

Dr. Bull.

Mrs. Thomas.

Anything new on my neighbor?

Her prints show up on the
fire extinguisher, perhaps?

They did not.

Your neighbor actually has
a rock-solid alibi.

And she voluntarily turned over
her home security DVR

and it clearly shows
that she was home all day

and all night while you and
your husband were on the boat,

but that's not what I wanted
to discuss with you.

Do you know what
early-onset Alzheimer's is?

Anyone out there in the hall
right behind me?

No.

This room is soundproof,
but I wouldn't want anyone

to read my lips.

Yes. I'm familiar.

It's a kind of dementia.

50 million people have it.

When I flew to Britain
two and a half years ago

to be tested under a pseudonym,

they said mine was mild.

Mild, moderate, severe...
those are the stages.

I was told mine would surely move

to moderate at some point,

but it was impossible to say when.

I'm so sorry.

You understand
that if my board of directors

know about my diagnosis,

I will be fired from my own company.

You've known all along.

That's why you write things down
in those notebooks.

You want to make sure
nothing gets away from you.

You get used to being
the sharpest mind in the room,

and when that mind no longer cooperates,

you develop tricks.

Well... for quite a while
you had me fooled,

and I'm a trained psychologist.

I know you mean that as
some sort of compliment, but...

I've lived my whole life
working, building,

trying to create a legacy,

trying to be someone
people will remember.

Then you wake up one day to discover

you won't even remember yourself.

I don't have close friends,
never had kids.

Barely know my nieces and nephews.

I'm always working.

My husband, the one person

I had any true connection to is...

One of the hallmarks of this disease

is that people become aggressive.

They have episodes of violence

that are totally out of character.

Are you suggesting
I might have killed Peter?

I think it's certainly a possibility.

And knowing what I know now,

I'm considering making your disease

a cornerstone of our defense.

You should change your plea

to not guilty by reason of insanity.

You have an opinion about that?

Would you and your company

like to continue on as my legal team?

Very much.

Then you would do well to forget
everything you said here

this morning, most especially
that last suggestion.

Do we understand each other?

Perfectly.

I'll see you in court tomorrow.

See you in court.

We have the now-famous fire extinguisher.

With blood, bits of skull
and brain matter.

Does anyone know when
lunch is getting here?

Taylor.

You know we were all thinking it.

Shattered wine glass.

One unshattered wine glass.

Two empty bottles of wine.

One empty bottle of scotch.

And last but not least...

...a plastic bag inside a plastic bag.

Looks like one of those bags you get

from the fruit and vegetable aisle.

That doesn't make any sense. It has, uh,

traces of lime, lipstick,

an eyelash... and sputum.

Really?

Whose sputum?

According to this, Rachel's sputum.

You wanted to see me
before court this morning.

Yeah.

I think we have a good shot
at accomplishing our goals here.

Excellent.

When this is over... when we prevail...

I need you to promise me

you will resign.

You're entitled to your privacy,

but people pay you for your judgment.

And to the extent that's compromised...

And if I say no?

Then I'll withdraw from the case.

Benny can't. Judge won't allow it.

But I'm the one calling the shots.

And without me, I'd say

you're looking at no less
than 20 years in prison.

You're a wealthy woman, Rachel.

For God's sake,

own your destiny.

Don't let it own you.

Resign with dignity.

If you don't,

if...

you manage to get away with no jail time,

the truth about your condition
will leak out.

It always does. And you'll be fired.

And sued.

And everything you have spent
all this time building

will have been for naught.

Dr. Miller,

if you could please explain to
the jury exactly who you are

and what it is you do.

I am a doctor of forensic science.

I worked for the Nassau County
Police Department for 25 years.

I led their forensic unit

for 15 of those.

Then I retired

and opened up my own private shop

about five years ago,

and I haven't had a day off since.

Now, when you say you opened up
your own private shop,

can you please explain
the nature of your work.

The short version is I analyze

all the elements of a given crime scene

in an attempt to create

a likely picture
of what actually happened.

The order of events.

Why it happened.

I like to think of myself

as a criminal puzzle solver.

Ah. Excellent.

And did you have occasion

to review the evidence in our case?

Just came from the evidence locker.

I believe I've seen all of it.

Now, this plastic bag

that you and the jury are
seeing on the monitor...

that was recovered from the crime scene,

- was it not?
- Yes, sir.

Recovered, tagged
and entered into evidence.

And you believe this plastic bag
is of enormous significance,

- don't you?
- I do.

It was recovered from the boat

on the port side

near where the prosecution
believes that the struggle

between the defendant
and Peter Thomas took place.

And why are we just hearing
about this bag now?

Well, I can't answer that. But it appears

that even though the bag
was submitted for lab testing,

nobody drilled down on the results

because a plastic produce bag

didn't figure into the narrative
that police had come up with.

But you

have drilled down on the lab results.

And what did they reveal?

They reveal that the bag contained,

in addition to lime remnants,

smeared traces of lipstick,

sunscreen, an eyelash

and a significant amount of sputum.

I see.

And can you please explain to the jury

what sputum is,

in layman's terms.

It's a combination of mucus,
saliva and blood

usually coughed up
from the lower airways.

And did you conduct

a DNA comparison to determine
the origin of the sputum?

I didn't have to.
The police did, and it belonged

to the defendant, Rachel Thomas.

And based on your
knowledge and experience,

how do you explain the presence
of her sputum in the bag?

Well,

it seems to be the by-product
of a physical struggle

of the kind that might arise

if someone had placed the bag

over Mrs. Thomas' head

in an attempt to suffocate her.

Quiet, please.

Don't force me to clear the courtroom.

He tried to kill me?

I believe so.

Your witness.

Dr. Miller,

everything you just described...

it's really just a guess, isn't it?

I mean, you have no way
of knowing that's what happened.

Knowing? Well, of course not.

There were no eyewitnesses,

and the defendant
doesn't remember what happened.

A yes or no, please.

Yes, I have no way of knowing.

All I can do is apply
everything I've learned,

everything I know, and combine that

with the irrefutable facts
in front of me,

just like I've been doing
for the past three decades.

Just like I've done for you

over the past... what is it...
seven or eight cases

over the last few years.

No further questions, Your Honor.

We just got our first two greens.

Dr. Allendale, we asked you

to examine Rachel's mugshots,

which were taken

the morning Peter was discovered missing.

As a medical expert,

what do you see when you look at these?

Well, the first thing
that jumps out at you

is Mrs. Thomas' red, puffy eyes.

Are those from crying?

No, because in addition, you also have

broken capillaries beneath each eye.

That combination is consistent

with someone
who's had their airway blocked.

Hmm.

Sort of thing that might happen

if someone puts a plastic bag
over your head?

Precisely.

We just got our third green.

- Do tell.
- You also studied

the X-rays of my client's wrist.

What did you conclude from those?

Mrs. Thomas had a sprain

to the ulnar aspect of her forearm,

which is almost always indicative

of someone attempting to block a blow.

It's actually one of the hallmarks

of a defensive injury.

A defensive injury.

I see.

Now, let's talk about
the victim's injuries.

Peter's lacerations to the skull.

Now, what we're looking at here
are the injuries

believed to have been caused
by the fire extinguisher.

What can you tell us about these?

Again, to my eye,
these are defensive injuries

based on the angle and the speed.

My guess is

that they were delivered by someone

who was being restrained in some way.

Say, someone with a plastic bag
over their head?

It's certainly possible.

Objection.

Defense attorney is speculating,

and his expert witness is swearing to it.

Objection sustained.

Mr. Colón,

I need you to bring this
to some sort of conclusion.

Some sort of conclusion
that isn't speculative.

Of course, Your Honor.

Absolutely, Your Honor.

Now, you keep mentioning...

defensive wounds,

- defensive injuries.
- It all makes a lot more sense

if we think of the accused as the victim

and her dead husband as the attacker.

I see.

So...

my client as the victim

and the deceased as the attacker.

Got it.

Thank you, Dr. Allendale.

No further questions, Your Honor.

The defense rests.

I am staring at seven green.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

"beyond a reasonable doubt."

That's what the prosecution told you

when we began this trial,

that they would prove
beyond reasonable doubt

that my client was guilty
of second-degree murder.

Well...

how's this for reasonable doubt?

Their victim tried to kill my client.

Why?

'Cause she loved him.

She didn't want the marriage to end.

Even though he was seeing somebody else,

even though
she could have ended the union

without it costing her a dime.

She loved him.

And she didn't want to live without him.

Now, I'm guessing
that when he finally broke down

and told her it was over,

she told him that if

he forced her hand,
he'd leave with nothing.

And that's when he decided
his only option was to kill her.

Say she drank too much and fell overboard

and live happily ever after
with her fortune.

Well, ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

you cannot convict somebody
for loving their mate too much.

You cannot convict somebody
for defending themselves

after they've been attacked.

And you cannot convict somebody

for not remembering any of it.

None of these things are a crime.

Thank you for your patience.

We are relying on your good judgment.

Thank you very much.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

that concludes the testimony.

- The court officer will escort you
- We have nine greens, Bull.

- To the jury room, where you will begin
- Nine greens.

Your deliberations.

Rachel,

I have been doing this a very long time.

And while I've made it policy
not to speculate about verdicts

before juries actually announce them,

I would be stunned

if you weren't found not guilty.

That's wonderful news, Dr. Bull.

It's an incredible relief. Thank you.

I...

I can't wait to go home and tell Peter.

Knock, knock, knock. _

We don't want any.

I think you might have missed this today.

The business section.

Big article about Rachel retiring,

moving to London,

donating a ton of money
to Alzheimer's research.

- Hmm.
- I wonder wherever she got that idea.

Who'd have thunk it?

I like what she says
about owning your own destiny,

not letting it own you.

She said that?

Mm. It's right there.

Oh. You're right.

That is brilliant.

Wish I could
come up with stuff like that.

Okay, don't make me listen to this.

- You mind if I leave?
- Sure thing.

Own your own destiny. See if I care.