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No!

Hayes Morrison's
rant about privilege

could not have been more fun to watch,

for everyone except her mother,
Harper Morrison.

I screw up. Because of my last
name, the cops call the D.A.

He calls my mom.

Strings are pulled.

I'm out on the street in an hour
with a new job.

Harper's poll numbers have taken a hit

since Hayes revealed
her mother helped her

escape punishment for cocaine possession

with the assistance
of District Attorney Conner Wallace.

Hi, Jax. It's me.

Again.

I bet the apartment's
really lonely without me.

I'm sorry about the interview.

Feel free to call and yell at me.

Just call me back.

Please.

Give me your poor, your tired,

your huddled masses yearning
to breathe free.

How come your suitcases
and toiletries bag

- are in your office?
- No reason.

Our next case,
I want a worldclass underdog.

Disadvantaged, deprived,
hapless in every way.

Her brother kicked her out
after the interview,

and moving into the
Four Seasons wouldn't

be self-punishing enough.
How am I doing?

A David who got kicked
in the ass by Goliath.

Someone? Anyone?

Jacob Atkins.

In prison for murder.

Atkins was on LSD
during the interrogation.

The cops convinced him he was guilty.

Public or private defense attorney?

- Private.
- Not poor enough. Next.

Nicole Sanders.

Convicted of violating the Clean Air Act

- when her asbestos-removal firm...
- Clean Air Act...

a hot-button topic for
America's underclass. Next.

I'm sorry, are we
supposed to pick a case

that soothes your privileged guilt?

There are worse things.

Glad you could make it, Frankie.

Sorry I'm late.

Case you want to pitch?

No.

- No, I'm good.
- Will Jarrett.

Passed around by six
court-appointed attorneys

before being sentenced
to 40 years for murder.

Six court-appointed lawyers?

I can smell the deprivation from here.

Who's Will accused of offing?

Debra Porter.

Wealthy wife and mom
of a friend of Will's.

Stabbed to death in her mansion
in Forest Hills Estates.

The haves versus the have-nots.

Perfect.

Debra Porter, wife of
David Porter, mother of Sean,

head of her neighborhood association,

and active in numerous charities.

According to the neighbors,
they were the perfect family.

And the lies start right away.
Perfect family, perfect B.S.

I remember this case.

Every detective in Queens worked double
shifts until that kid was caught.

Nothing frees up overtime money
like a rich, white family

and their manicured lawn
being under attack.

October 7, 2007... Debra's son
was away at boarding school.

David Porter came home from his
hedge-fund job to find this...

Debra had been stabbed
seven times, throat slashed.

It's so brutal.

What's the connection between
the poor kid and the rich family again?

Will met the Porters through
one of Debra's charities,

an organization for disadvantaged youth.

The prosecution must
have had a field day.

How did they spin in?

Wealthy suburban family
opens door to Oliver Twist,

- only to be repaid by murder?
- Pretty much.

The murder weapon was never found,

but it was believed to have been
a serrated steak knife

missing from the Porters' kitchen.

When Will was questioned by the police

if he was at the Porters' house
on the day of the murder,

he said no, which proved to be a lie.

His skin cells were found

underneath Debra's fingernails.

Lying to the cops... generally
not a sign of innocence.

Or of not trusting the police...

pretty much a default state
when you're not white, wealthy, or both.

None of which changes Will's DNA
tying him to the crime.

Let's go see if the "Blind Side"
has an explanation.

Notify the Porter family.

Read up on the case,
review the evidence,

and see if Will got
the short end of the stick.

Of course
I didn't kill Mrs. Porter.

The Porters were the closest
thing to family I ever had...

ever will have.

I never would have done
anything to hurt her.

So, how did your skin get
under her fingernails?

She was changing a light bulb
and tripped,

and I caught her,

but she scratched my neck.

I know.

I wouldn't believe me, either,
but it's the truth.

Unlike when you told the cops
you didn't see Mrs. Porter that day.

I didn't mean to lie.

The cops asked me
when I was last over there,

and I got the days mixed up.

I still can't believe Hayes Morrison
is working on my case.

Maybe there's some hope
for me after all.

If you're innocent, isn't there always?

I'm thinking you and I didn't
grow up in the same place.

For me, there's never been much hope.

But the Porters changed all that.

They were always making up jobs for me

and then overpaying me for them.

They knew I had nothing.

Are you sure
you weren't helping yourself

to more than they were offering?

The cops discovered missing valuables
from the house after the murder.

Maybe Mrs. Porter
caught you stealing, you...

Why would I risk that?

It would just mean I'd have to spend
more time at my aunt's place.

Is that who you were
living with... your aunt?

Officially, yeah.

My dad split before I was two,

and she took me in when
my mom got busted for drugs.

But she had four kids.

And we were in this rat trap

in the Corona projects
just outside of Forest Hills.

So close, yet so far away.

I got used to going to bed hungry.

But over at the Porters,
there was always food,

tons of it.

And... Mrs. Porter was a great cook.

And she made Thanksgiving
and invited me.

And me and Sean and his dad
watched the game,

and we all had dinner together.

Best holiday of my life.

It was like,

for once, I had a family.

Any idea who else might have
killed Mrs. Porter?

All I know is it wasn't me.

Thank you both
for meeting with me.

Anything to accommodate
the District Attorney's Office.

We can never repay you

for putting my wife's killer away.

Actually, the Conviction Integrity Unit

is taking another look
at the case against Will Jarrett.

Why?

The... That animal's in prison,
where he belongs.

I promise you, if the case holds up,
that's where he'll stay.

I don't understand.
Are you... Are you saying that

maybe Will didn't kill my mom?

That's a possible outcome of our review.

Mr. Jarrett may not have
received an adequate defense.

"Mr. Jarrett," as you call him,

conned my entire family
into trusting him.

Sean treated him like a brother,

Debra and I like a son.

Tell me more about Debra.

Well, she was so smart, driven.

Youngest partner at her law firm.

But she gave all that up
after Sean was born.

We were lucky my success
allowed her to stay home

and focus on the family
and her charity work.

And that's how you met Will.

Yes.

Through the Youth Outreach Program
my mom helped run.

- Were you two close?
- We hung out.

I mean, he seemed nice.

I guess I felt bad

that he didn't have
all the things that I did.

We wanted Sean to understand

that not everyone had
the same privileges that he had.

So we opened our home to Will...

fed him, clothed him,
made him part of the family.

And in return...

he destroyed us.

I think you've given me and Sean

more than enough to process.

Of course.

Eight more years?

I'm not gonna make it.

Do the time.

Don't let it do you.

I really thought I had a shot
with my appeal.

I only got one left now.

Maybe your boss can help
on my next appeal?

Hotshot lawyer and the First Daughter?

That's some serious cred.

That's a big favor.

The job's still new.
I feel weird asking.

Wouldn't want you to feel weird.

Come on, Rey, man.

You're right.

You're out.

You got a shot at a new life.

I want you to have it.

No. No, no. I'll...

I'll ask her about the appeal.

All right?

I-I got to go.

- Hey.
- Hey.

That's the case you had earlier.

How come you didn't pitch it?

It's not really a CIU case.

My friend has only one appeal left.

I told him I'd ask Hayes to take a look.

Someone you knew from prison.

My cell mate.

Well, if he's important to you,
definitely ask Hayes.

You requested all files and evidence
on the Debra Porter case?

It's just that one box?

Not exactly.

If you're nervous about showing Hayes,

I could take a look,
see if there's an angle for appeal.

Okay.

Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you.

Just sign here.

Those are all for the Porter case?

Where do you want them?

Um, conference room.

You here to fill me in
on your next case?

Nope.

Then you can go.

I got you something.

A huge bottle of Ibuprofen?

For the agony of me.

Seriously?

I get that you're mad at me,

but how was I supposed to know
that the U.S. Attorney investigation

was gonna happen?

I'm not mad, Hayes.

I'm done.

When you went off the rails during
that interview, I wasn't surprised.

Upset, sick to my stomach,
pissed off... yeah.

But somewhere, deep inside,

I knew there was a chance
you'd blow things up.

That's what you do.

It's who you are.

And I'd be lying if I said
that doesn't turn me on,

but I don't need it in my life.

You blackmailed me into this job.

I'm only here because you forced me.

That was a mistake...

personally.

Professionally, making you Head of CIU,

that was smart.

That part of our relationship...
that'll continue.

Frankie, it's a bloody shoeprint
from the crime scene.

It's a size 9.

Well, Will Jarrett was
a size 11 back then, right?

I read the trial transcripts.

No shoeprint evidence was
introduced by his lawyers.

That's reasonable doubt
you could drive a truck through.

But who left the print, and why wasn't
it a part of Jarrett's defense?

_

Sorry, Ms. Morrison.
Did I wake you?

What gave you that idea?

Hi, Jackson.

It's me again. Again.

Calling like I'm gonna
call you every morning

until you let me apologize,

because I miss you.

This case we're working on...

there's a... a family
at the center of it.

Anyway, give me a call, text.

Use all the repulsive emojis you want.

I deserve it.

How the hell does a boot print
pointing to another killer

not get used at trial?

That's exactly what I've been wondering.

You never heard of Casual Tuesday?

Jeans are casual. This is slumber party.

Later, I thought we could
braid each other's hair,

do a slam book.

You touch my hair, I will kill you.

Someone edify me on the saga
of the mysteriously-missing boot print.

I tracked down the ADA
who prosecuted the case.

They turned it over to the defense

and were totally shocked
they didn't use it.

So, the cops find a bloody
boot print at a crime scene

that doesn't belong to the accused,

and they don't have to tell anyone?

Prosecutors tell the jury

whatever story of the crime they want.

Same as the defense.

The details they include or omit
is up to them.

As long as they gave the defense
access to those details.

Which they did... supplied the defense

with copies of every
lab report and stitch

of evidence. Got the
receipts to prove it.

So why didn't the defense
counsel bring the print?

The ADA handed over
all 24 boxes of case materials

to Will's first
court-appointed attorney.

After Will's case
was reassigned five times,

only 23 boxes made
it to lawyer number 6.

So that missing box

probably had the lab report
with the boot print.

One simple, human mistake,
and Will goes to jail.

What about the boot itself?

I confirmed the crime-lab results.

Boot tread belonged to
a Bruno Costa work boot, size 9.

Retails for around $1,200.

- For a pair of boots?
- That's moronic.

- That's crazy.
- That's my rent.

Any idea where they sell these bad boys?

We checked every high-end
shoe store in the area,

found three that sold the Costa.

Only 73 pairs purchased in that size

the five years prior
to Debra Porter's death.

One of them sold to David Porter,

the victim's husband, in 2009.

In the detectives' notes on the case,

they mentioned David had
consulted a divorce attorney

a couple months before the murder.

Imagine... scratch the perfect marriage,

find festering misery underneath.

I'll go back and talk to David Porter.

I got this.

Destroying the illusion of familial
bliss is a specialty of mine.

I loved my wife.

I consulted a divorce attorney
because we'd hit a rough patch.

We decided to try counseling together.

What'd you two fight over?

Lots of things, but mainly Sean.

She spearheaded sending him
off to boarding school,

thought he could use the discipline.

I learned a ton at boarding school...

ritual hazing, keg stands,
advanced hydroponics.

Discipline, not so much.

How about Sean?

It helped.

Though probably not enough
for Debra's liking.

Must have been hard on him,

having two such highly
accomplished and driven parents

as you and Debra.

Well, I bet you know
a thing or two about that.

There are pluses and minuses.

Debra did lean on Sean pretty hard...

but it was completely out of love.

Maybe you felt like
you needed to protect Sean.

Are you insinuating
that I killed my wife?

He's insinuating. I'm asking.

Did you kill her?

No.

And I couldn't have.

I was with 10 other people
at the office.

The police confirmed that.

Mr. Porter, do you recognize these?

Yeah.

I... bought a similar pair
seven or eight years ago.

Yeah, we found a matching
boot print in your wife's blood.

Puts you at the scene of the murder.

It wasn't me.

I'd already given
those boots away by then.

Do you remember who you gave them to?

Of course.

Our gardener... Luis.

Luis Torres.

We're from
the Conviction Integrity Unit.

We just want to ask you a few
questions about Debra Porter.

What about her?

Were you working at the Porters'
the day that she was murdered?

That... That was a long time ago.

I would think it's a day
you wouldn't easily forget.

Look, um...

I don't want to get in any trouble.

No one said anything about trouble.

Those are some nice boots, man.

Bruno Costa, size 9, right?

You had 'em a long time?

A few years.

I think you need to come with us.

Well, that doesn't look
too guilty, now, does it?

_

Hi, Jackson. Hayes Morrison.

Yesterday, I left a message saying

that I would be calling you
every morning

until you let me apologize.

Well, this is that call.

I really, really, really am sorry.

I miss you.

I love you.

Call?

Let me grovel.

You know you want to.

I didn't kill Mrs. Debra.

I tried to help her.

You just left a bloody boot print
while you gave her CPR?

I saw her.

I-I bent down to check her pulse.

She was already dead.

So you just walked right back out,

went about your day like you hadn't just
found your boss stabbed to death?

I know I should have called the police,

but I was afraid if they
knew I'd been in the house,

they'd... well, they'd look at me

like the way you two are right now.

I didn't kill her.

No, you were just inside

the day that Debra Porter
was brutally murdered.

I was in the house more than once.

And why's that?

Don't gardeners usually work outside?

They would leave money just
lying around on the counter.

Or in their clothes pockets.

More money than I'd make in a week.

You stole from them.

What else did you take?

The police listed
a number of items missing.

They never missed any of it.

They never even noticed
anything was gone.

Her husband gave you
his $1,000 work boots.

Is that what he told you?

I saw them in the trash.

I asked if I could have them.

That must have made you so angry,

seeing the Porters toss money around

while you had to work so hard
just to get by.

Maybe you got so angry,
you killed Debra Porter.

I didn't do it.

But that... that Jarrett kid
the police arrested...

He's your killer.

I can prove it.

I thought you told the cops
that you didn't see

anyone else around the house that day.

It wasn't that day.

He did this to me.

Will Jarrett?

He came at me for no reason.

Broke my arm in three places.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

He said
he would kill me if I did.

Luis said I threatened him?

That's a lie.

So, what actually happened?

I was working in the Porters' backyard,

painting the guesthouse.

I saw Luis sneaking out
of the main house.

I confronted him,

said I was gonna tell the Porters.

He got angry and came at me.

He said you broke his arm.

I was defending myself, and he fell.

Why didn't you tell anyone about this?

Luis begged me not to.

Said if he got fired by the Porters,
he'd lose all his other clients.

I actually felt bad for the guy.
You believe that?

So you never threatened to kill him?

If I had,

why didn't he tell the police
when he was questioned about the murder?

I'm not a killer.

Hey.

Hey.

So, I looked into your friend's file.

Definitely echoes
of U.S. vs. Rivera Rodriguez.

An appeals court overturned a conviction

for a judicial bias.

The judge improperly intervened

during testimony and closing arguments,

bolstering the prosecution's case.

So you think he's got a shot on appeal.

No, actually.

The judge might have overstepped,

but a security video shows
Rey beating up a store clerk

during the commission of a robbery.

He's not a good guy.

Yeah, you don't know him.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

You know, me and Rey, we got history.

Okay, that doesn't just stop
because I got out.

- Frankie...
- Thanks for taking a look, though.

I don't know who to believe.

Either Will threatened Luis,
or Luis threatened Will.

- One of them is lying.
- But which one... Will or Luis?

I think I might
have your answer.

You'll never guess what we uncovered
in our search of the gardener's truck.

Try me.

Steak knife... serrated blade.

Matches the one that went
missing in the Porter kitchen.

You just found our murder weapon.

And our murderer.

_

You know the drill.

I leave a message expressing my regret,

which is sincere.

And I tell you I need things
to be right between us.

Which is totally selfish, but true,

because without you...

Listen, you have
every right to feel mad.

I betrayed you.

Like the time when we were kids
and at Thanksgiving,

I lied and told Aunt Kate
that you were the one

that broke the ugly collectible plate
that she loved so much.

You... You said you'd never
speak to me again.

But you did, eventually.

Can we just fast-forward to eventually?

Are we sure that's the knife
that killed Debra Porter?

100%.

Microscopic traces
of Debra Porter's blood

were found on the inside of the handle.

It's the missing steak knife.

So, wait.

The murder weapon is
a "Porter house" steak knife?

Like a Porterhouse steak.

Add to that
Luis' bloody boot print

plus his habit of stealing
from the Porter household.

Maybe Debra caught him in the
house and he killed her.

Well, we have more than enough
probable cause to arrest him.

- I'll get a warrant.
- Not so fast.

Swapping out one underprivileged
defendant for another...

I'm sorry if the truth doesn't play into
your "Eat the Rich" fantasy, but...

It's just too neat.

Luis pops up on our radar as a suspect,

and then a couple of days later,
the murder weapon turns up in his truck?

You think the knife was planted...

maybe by the real killer.

Will's already in prison.

Maybe he's not the real killer.

So, why would someone who
literally got away with murder

hang on to the knife all these years

and then frame a second innocent man?

I don't know yet, but whoever it was

had to know Luis was a suspect.

Yes. Our best and only suspect.

We should have the NYPD pick him up.

If you're wrong,

you know what this arrest
will do to him.

He'll lose all his clients.

He'll never work in Forest Hills again.

Frankie's right.

Luis doesn't have the kind of safety net
some of us have.

Even if he's innocent, he'll be ruined.

But he's our prime suspect.
We can't let him get away.

Well, he could be held for
24 hours without charging him.

48, tops.

Sam, go be the great lawyer
Maxine always says you are

and get the cops to give us a full
48 hours before they arrest him,

while we look into the
conveniently-appearing knife.

Retrace Luis' steps
since he's become a suspect.

Wallace isn't talking to me.

Jackson really isn't talking to me.

And the case we're on now,
a family lost their mom.

Somehow, all the signs pointed to you.

Desperate times.

I was surprised you picked up the phone.

I was curious.

A phone call from you
is a rare occurrence.

I thought you'd be pissed.

I'm not completely un-pissed.

But you needed to talk.

I'm sorry about what I said.

I know you are.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Or anyone else.

Just because you didn't mean it...

doesn't lessen the damage done.

How do I make things right
with Wallace and Jackson?

With your brother,

he'll be fine in time.

I mean, as soon as my numbers recover,

it'll be yesterday's news.

As to Wallace...

...go with your weapon of choice.

What's that?

The truth,

which you wield
with a skill and precision

which is breathtaking to watch.

Except with the people closest to you.

Well, I haven't exactly pulled punches

with you and Jackson and Dad...

I'm not talking about your opinions.

I'm talking about your feelings

towards the people who matter to you.

Have you told Wallace
how you feel about him?

He doesn't want anything to do with me.

And you're okay with that?

So tell him.

Tell him why.

See what happens.

I got to go. Work stuff.

Go.

I know my way out.

Feelings will have to wait.

Just... don't let them wait too long.

I went to
all the homes Luis worked at

since he became a target of
our investigation two days ago.

Got security-camera footage
from all of them.

It's a good thing the high-and-mighty

are afraid of the low and impoverished.

He could just be looking
to rip off some tools.

Or not.

The knife was planted.

Luis was set up.

Could we get a better look at this guy?

It's Sean Porter. Do you think he...

Killed his mother?

Sure looks like it.

_

The video speaks for itself.

Really? Because I see a lot
that's open to interpretation.

This isn't an inkblot test, counselor.

We're charging your client with
planting evidence, for starters.

We believe Sean murdered his mother

and let Will Jarrett take the fall.

That's impossible.

Sean was at boarding school,
125 miles away.

That's where he was supposed to be.

Turns out, Sean paid off his proctor
to let him leave school grounds.

He'd done it a lot that semester.

I tried it with the Secret Service.
They never bit.

That doesn't prove anything.

We thought you could help us
flesh that out.

Tell us what really happened,

and you'll be out of Sing Sing
in time for your midlife crisis.

Sean's not going to prison,
because he didn't kill Debra Porter.

He happened to have the murder weapon,

but had nothing to do with the murder?

Where'd you keep it
all these years, Sean?

Not a word, Sean.

This interview is over.

Then we'll have the police
arrest your client.

On trumped-up charges.

Charges that carry a term
of a life sentence without parole.

That's enough.

I have something to say.

- David.
- You're here because I pay you.

We'll give you what you want.

Sean did plant the knife,

but only after Will Jarrett
told him where to find it.

Sick bastard must have
held onto it as memento.

Then he ordered Sean
to plant it in Luis' truck.

Why would Sean go along with that?

Because Will threatened him.

From behind bars?

Will is a psychopath.

He's been manipulating my son
since Day 1,

taking advantage
of his generosity and naivete.

Good news is, you'll have plenty
of time before Sean's trial

to come up with a better story.

And if we find out

that Sean was involved
in your wife's death,

there won't be enough money in the world

to keep him out of an orange jumpsuit.

Well, you've managed to avoid
wearing one, Ms. Morrison.

I think Sean will be just fine.

We have a new suspect
in the Debra Porter murder.

That's great.

Did Luis confess?

Not exactly.

We're looking at Sean Porter.

Sean?

Why?

'Cause he planted the murder
weapon on the gardener.

We think Sean killed his mother,

but he says that's not true.

What does he say?

He says that you told him
where to find the knife

and threatened to hurt him
if he didn't plant it.

Sean really said that?

His dad did, but Sean didn't disagree.

Is it true, Will?

Did you threaten Sean?

Or was he involved in some way?

Did he kill his mother and then
convince you to take the fall?

No.

Sean's telling the truth.

I told him to plant the knife.

Will, think about what you're saying.

I killed Debra Porter.

It was me.

On my own.

I was hoping you could get me out,

but I don't deserve it.

I'm guilty.

Why the sudden 180?

I really thought
he was gonna rat Sean out.

Me, too, and then it was like
he wanted to protect him.

But why? Why would he do that?

Money? Maybe Sean paid him
to kill his mother.

But why stay quiet all this time?

Love.

Did you see his reaction when you
told him Sean had laid him out?

He wasn't angry. He was hurt.

You think they were in a relationship?

Maybe Debra objected
to her son's sexuality.

It didn't square
her perfect family portrait.

So Sean killed her, but Will
took the fall. That's crazy.

It would explain
why Sean planted the knife.

I mean, he wanted
his boyfriend out of jail.

One of them killed her. It's just a
question of figuring out which one.

I might be able to get you an answer.

First officers found
Debra Porter in this room...

throat slashed, stab wounds
to her chest and abdomen.

Tell me how she got here.

It started in the foyer.

Debra had come home from a workout.

Homicide found her compact
on the ground.

She was probably fixing her makeup,
never saw it coming.

The high-velocity spatter
on the painting

came from the cut on her arm.

Scalloping blood trail indicated
that she fled towards the stairwell.

She was going for the phone,
on the credenza.

That's why there was
blood on the handset.

Will followed her.

She tried to defend herself,

which is why Will's skin
was under her fingernails.

And then he stabbed her... seven times.

But all of Debra's wounds
were on the left side of her body.

Doesn't that mean
the killer was righthanded?

Most likely, yeah.

But Will is left-handed.

Sean is the righty.

Okay, so Sean sliced
his mom's arm in the foyer,

then followed her here,
where he killed her.

Then he slit his own mother's throat,
made sure she was dead.

All right, but it doesn't explain
the difference in stab wounds.

I mean, the ones in her stomach
were deep and angry.

The ones in her chest
were shallow, almost reluctant.

I think I might know why.

What if Will attacked her first?

He let her run because he knew
she wasn't gonna get very far.

Debra ran into Sean, her son.

Probably thought she was safe,
but she wasn't.

And maybe he grabbed her, held her.

It would explain
the bruises on her wrist.

And then Will stabbed her from behind.

But he couldn't get the job done,

which is why the chest wounds
were hesitant.

Unlike the stomach,
which were anything but.

Because Sean took over.

And stabbed his mother deeply
and savagely from the front.

And because Will came from behind,
the stab wounds looked like

they'd been inflicted
by the same person...

a single right-handed attacker.

- Which means...
- Debra Porter was killed

by her son and his boyfriend.

They did this together.

The M.E. confirms Frankie's theory
of right- and left-handed killers.

Sean and Will murdered Debra together.

We already have Will in custody.

The only question is, how do we get Sean?

We have him on video
planting the murder weapon.

Both Sean and Will say
that Sean was coerced into that.

And once Sean's father's fleet
of high-priced lawyers are done,

Sean might not even see
the inside of a jail cell.

The problem is, we have no physical
evidence tying Sean to the murder.

Maybe we don't need it.

You think you can get Will to talk?

If I push the right buttons.

I already told you, I killed her.

I did it alone.

The evidence tells us
you had an accomplice.

You can't prove it was Sean.

I can prove you're making a big mistake

trying to protect your boyfriend.

You fell hard for Sean, didn't you?

Who wouldn't?

He's handsome, charming, wealthy.

He was your ticket into a world
you didn't even know existed.

Too bad he didn't
feel the same about you.

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

I think I do.

I grew up just like Sean.

I learned how to use my privilege

to get what I wanted.

Just like Sean was using you.

I bet he was the one that talked
you into killing his mom, right?

- No, that's...
- He knew you had a terrible childhood,

so he used his wealth
to make you feel special,

and then he manipulated you...

- used you, treated you like hired help,
- No. Stop.

which is all you really were, anyway.

You're wrong. It wasn't like that.

No? What was it like?

We...

We... were... in love.

You were in love.

Sean didn't care about you.

- You were his patsy.
- That's a lie.

He let you rot in prison because
he never really cared about you.

Stop saying that.
I know that he loved me.

- You're delusional.
- That's not true.

Prove it!

- Tell me you love me.
- I do.

You never say it.

I told you I'd say it
when we got rid of our problem.

Can't we just run away?

She'd cut me off financially if we did.

We wouldn't be able to do
all the things we talked about.

All I want... is this.

And we can have this, all the time.

No more hiding.

What about your dad?

He'll come around eventually.

Will you help me?

I can't do it without you.

Yes.

Where'd you get this?

The video was saved on a clone phone

that Will kept hidden in his cell.

He gave it to us.

He had a phone in prison?

Yeah, cellphones are
one of the most-smuggled items

into prisons. I had one.

We pulled the video
from the phone's SD card.

Will had this, Sean had the knife

as a reminder of their connection...

a reminder that Will
would do anything for him.

Because he was in love.

You're never
gonna give up, are you?

No!

We closed another case.
I want to tell someone about it.

Well, I'm... I'm sure
you'll have no problem

finding "someone" to tell about it.

Goodbye, Hayes.

Wait, no, I... I didn't
want to tell "someone."

I want to tell you.
I want to tell my brother.

Please, talk to me.

I'm gonna need more groveling.

Of... Of course.

You're right.

I...I screwed up.

Me. I. Screwed. Up.

How?

I screwed up by thinking

that just because
I was telling the truth,

it didn't matter
who I hurt along the way.

- And?
- ...

I have always accepted
who you are personally,

and I should have done the same
with your career.

That's who you are, too.

Yes, it is.

The other night, I didn't respect that.

Never have, probably.

Nope.

I'm sorry for every time
I didn't tell you

how much I needed you,
admire you, love you,

because I do.

Please forgive me.

So...

Tell me about this big case
that you just cracked.

Dad!

Stop! Get those off my son!

This is Will Jarrett's fault.

He manipulated Sean!

We both know that's not true.

Is that why Debra sent him
to boarding school...

to break up their relationship?

Debra just wanted
what was best for Sean.

As long as he wasn't in love with a man?

No.

Neither of us had a problem
with Sean being gay.

So what was the issue?

Debra didn't approve of Will.

She felt that he wasn't... like us.

Because he was poor?

Was that a deal-breaker for you, too?

No, but Debra was so adamant...

that he just wasn't
good enough for Sean,

that they were
from two different worlds.

Well, now they'll
be sharing the same one.

Thanks for your help, guys.

What part of "I'm done"
did you not understand?

Just giving you an update.

We closed another case.

Could have told me that over the phone.

Any news from the U.S. Attorney
investigation?

I've hired outside counsel.

Great. Anyone I know?

Naomi Golden.

Out of Chicago.

You have a problem with that?

She's my ex-girlfriend.

Mine, too.

She's also a former U.S. Attorney,

not to mention one of the top
criminal litigators in the country.

I'm going to need her expertise.

I'm sure you will.

Legally and otherwise.

I was wondering when you were
finally gonna give me that.

His name's Rey Armas.

We were inside together.

A friend of yours?

Yeah.

Okay, leave it, and I'll take a look.

It's more than that.

Me and Rey, we...

I love him.

Or I did. I don't...

He helped me get through...

being locked up.

So...

I... I'll take a look.

I don't know if he should get out.

I thought that's what I wanted,

but I don't know what's right.

For him, or for you?

I'm not sure.

Well, let me know when you are.

Or not.

It's your call.

Yeah.

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