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(indistinct police radio chatter)

Yes, ma'am.

Near the corner of Essex and Grand,

under the elevated train.

You want to get us something to eat?

What do you want?

Something that takes a while.

I don't need that.

Yes, you do.

What? Move! Move!

You don't touch my leg.

What do you want? Move out of the way.

Move.

You don't touch a woman's leg without permission.

What if I came over there and I touched your leg, huh?

What are you looking at, little kid?

Huh

Maybe even I tough the third leg in between your other two, huh?

You like that? All right.

Hazel!

Ain't it past your bedtime?

I'm waiting for a train.

When's the next train, meter maid?

Should be roarin' over our heads any minute, darling.

I'm still waiting.

I told you, there's nothing to wait for.

I can't do the drops for you anymore.

I can't pick up your drug money.

It's getting out there. I can't have that.

I got a family.

I got 17 years on the force.

We're done, Hazel.

This isn't a paper route,

something you can just walk away from.

We've got nine years together.

I got all kinds of crap on you, Officer Sampson.

You know, that crap flows both ways, darlin'.

Look, why don't we part as friends.

It was good while it lasted.

You want to hear something funny?

I've been trying to get someone to take you out for a month now.

Something about taking out a cop

brings out the old lady in all the tough guys.

Well, it's nice to know somebody still respects the badge.

Now let me roll up my window.

It's cold.

Don't bother to roll it up!

You're gonna be cold in just a minute either way.

Yeah. So I told him, I said, yeah.

Yeah, you know. Don't touch my leg.

That's right. Don't touch my leg.

It's right here. What? Move!

I called him again. Said he'd be right down.

(elevator bell chimes, door opens)

Ah, morning.

Forgive me for the way I look, feel and smell,

but I wasn't expecting any visitors.

Well, forgive the way I look, feel and smell,

but I wasn't planning on doing any visiting.

Dr. Bull, I'm Gabrielle Ramsden from the DA's office.

I apologize for waking you at 2:00 in the morning,

but I need a favor and the district attorney said

that you were the man to ask.

Well, you can tell him I already did one, I got out of bed.

Then I need another one.

I'd like you to get into that police car with me.

An officer has been shot and killed

and I need you to question the shooter.

Don't you have detectives for that?

No, detectives won't do.

And time is of the essence.

Look, I'm happy to explain, but I'd really prefer

to do it from a moving car.

The partner of the dead officer caught the assailant.

We've got her down at the precinct.

Her?

You ever heard of Hazel Diaz?

Why, is she saying she's heard of me?

She's a Brooklyn crime boss,

has been for 30 years.

We've had her in custody

seven other times, but she's got this act.

Well, at least I think it's an act.

Whenever she's in public,

she behaves like she's mentally ill.

Talks to herself, big grand gestures,

looks to people who aren't there.

It's kind of genius.

No sooner do we get her downtown, then her lawyer

comes charging in, demanding a competency hearing.

Whatever the crime, the judge ends up sending her

to Bellingham for six months of treatment and observation,

then she's right back out on the street.

I'm sorry. I missed the part about me.

I'm hoping you and I get to the precinct before her lawyer does.

And then I'm hoping if I get you two in a room together,

that you'll be able to testify

that she's competent to stand trial.

That's why I had to pull you out of bed.

That's why he has his siren on,

and that's why we're going 70 miles an hour through Midtown.

BULL: Hazel, do you know why you're here?

Three blind mice. Three blind mice.

See how they run. Hazel, I'm gonna begin

a forensic symptoms assessment. They went after the farmer's wife,

and she cuts off their tails with a carving knife.

They want to know if you're a doctor.

They?

Well, you can just tell them

I'm a fella who's here to ask you a few questions.

So you hear voices.

Have you ever seen such a sight in your life?

Hey, guys. Are you listening?

He's asking me if I hear voices!

Do you hear the voices on the right side of your head

or the left side of your head?

Top or bottom?

Or do you hear them through your teeth?

That's a popular choice.

Did the voices tell you to shoot that police officer?

I'm starting to get tired.

Were the voices telling you Officer Sampson

was dangerous? That he was a threat?

No!

I don't know what he's talking about, either.

* Three blind mice

* Three blind mice *

* See how they run

* See how they run

Hazel.

Hazel.

Dear.

No more talking.

A shot in the dark.

Is this your attorney?

Hmm.

I'm afraid we haven't had the pleasure. I'm Dr. Jason Bull.

Sean Perkins. I represent Ms. Diaz.

And this meeting is over.

Interesting, isn't it?

That you knew the precise precinct

she would be at in the middle of the night,

when your client is in what appears to be

the middle of a psychotic break.

If not her, who could have gotten word to you?

I'm sorry. I thought I made it clear

that this meeting is over.

You're a riveting conversationalist.

And as for the rest of you,

I look forward to chatting again soon.

Hey, hey. Letting the hubby know you're almost done?

No hubby, it's my neighbor.

She's watching my seven-month-old.

Oh, congratulations. Boy or a girl?

Shih Tzu.

Boy.

Tom Jones.

I don't get it.

You ever hear a Shih Tzu bark?

You know what a deep voice Tom Jones has?

Got it.

Do you want to grab some breakfast?

No. I really need to know

what happened in your meeting with Hazel.

You know, I can multitask.

I can eat and talk.

I'm not gonna forget between here and the diner.

Let's just do it here.

Okay.

Uh...

She didn't answer any of the assessment questions.

I had a hunch that's how she was gonna play it.

She's been to this rodeo before.

The key thing is, she's conflating symptoms

of schizophrenia and bipolar disorder.

And that is usually a sign that someone is a fake.

And if you haven't studied the nuances of mental illness,

and you're not up-to-date on your diagnostics,

she's giving a very credible performance.

What are you saying?

I'm saying the judge may believe her.

No. I can't let Hazel Diaz walk an eighth time,

now when she's killed a cop.

Hey, Ms. ADA, I'm on your team.

And the lawyer knows that I'm on to them.

How can you be sure? Well,

the minute he walked into the room,

she knew to shut up.

It was absolutely clear she knew he was coming.

And how is that possible if she can't tell reality

from fiction?

I mean, did she call him?

Will you testify to all of that at the competency hearing?

Will I be able to buy you coffee and eggs?

Not this morning, no.

Well, then I guess I'll have to testify

so that I can see you again. Well, then I guess you will.

Are we sharing a police car home? There's one out there for you.

I'm uptown; I'm taking a subway.

Hmm. You're tough.

You're persistent.

Oh, I haven't even taken my persistence out of the box yet.

Good night, Dr. Bull.

And thank you.

Mark my words, as soon as I'm gone,

you're gonna be very hungry.

*

Good morning, Mrs. Sampson.

Good morning, ADA Ramsden.

So what do you think our chances are?

How do you mean?

Chances of getting that lying murderer

to take responsibility for killing my husband.

To stand trial for the first time in her life.

We're doing everything we can, Mrs. Sampson.

In fact, this gentleman standing next to you

is here to testify that there's no reason in the world

for Hazel Diaz not to stand trial.

Dr. Bull,

as a licensed psychologist

with three PhDs in human behavior,

could I trouble you for your observations?

Of course.

Initially, Ms. Diaz displayed

the textbook signs of schizophrenia:

delusions and hallucinations;

carry on conversations with people

who were not in the room with us.

GABRIELLE: That sounds serious. Did Ms. Diaz display

any other signs of mental illness?

She did. She displayed signs

of rapid and disorganized speech,

which is typically

a symptom of bipolar disorder,

not schizophrenia.

GABRIELLE: Is it common for a person

to simultaneously display signs

of schizophrenia and bipolar disorder?

No, not common. Not normal.

Not... credible,

frankly. When a person

shows symptoms of several disorders,

it is almost always a key indicator

the person is malingering.

I'm sorry.

Can you define malingering, Dr. Bull?

Malingering is when a person fakes a mental illness

in order to evade responsibility for something.

GABRIELLE: And in your expert opinion,

is Ms. Diaz malingering?

Oh, in my expert opinion,

Ms. Diaz is the queen of malingering.

Based solely on the fact

that she was conflating symptoms of several illnesses?

Oh, no,

not... solely.

It was also hard to miss Ms. Diaz's response

when her attorney was walking into the room.

The second he walked in, he ordered her to stop talking,

and she did-- it was obvious

she recognized him, obvious she was not surprised

to see him, obvious she knew he was coming,

and lucid enough to respond to all of his commands.

So to sum up... To sum up,

this woman is clearly not mentally ill.

She knew exactly what she was doing that night,

and she is perfectly capable of standing trial.

Thank you, Dr. Bull.

Dr. Bull...

approximately how long did your interview with Hazel Diaz take?

Perhaps 20 minutes.

It might well have lasted longer, but as I mentioned...

you showed up.

So on the basis of a single 20-minute encounter,

you think you can diagnose this woman's mental state?

I didn't claim to diagnose her mental state,

whatever your definition of that is.

I am simply here to offer

my expert opinion as to whether or not

she is competent to stand trial. Are you aware

that this woman has been suffering from schizophrenia

for over two decades now?

I am aware that that's her claim.

But you do understand that during the incident

with Officer Sampson, and during

your subsequent interview,

she was in the middle of a psychotic episode?

Again, I'm aware that's her claim.

And just to be clear,

the incident that you're speaking of

was cold-blooded murder at point-blank range.

Execution. Assassination.

Those might be better terms

for the "incident." Objection, Your Honor.

Nonresponsive answer. BULL: And by the way, if she was in the middle

of a psychotic state, she would never have been able

to communicate with you the way she did. Overruled.

All of it.

Overruled.

Well, I-I'd like to remind Dr. Bull and the court

that he is supposed to remain unbiased. And I would like

to remind the court that what's in question today

is whether or not

Ms. Diaz is competent to stand trial.

And in order to be competent to stand trial,

she must be able to effectively communicate with her lawyer

and understand the charges against her.

That is the criteria, and in all my years

of practicing psychology, I have never seen anyone

in a psychotic state communicate with the extraordinary finesse

that Hazel Diaz did that night.

JUDGE: Thank you, Dr. Bull.

Mr. Perkins, if you don't have

any more questions for the good doctor,

can we move on with this hearing?

Yes, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Witness is excused.

In light of this testimony,

I believe that Hazel Diaz is indeed able

to both understand the nature

and consequences of these proceedings,

and is fully capable...

of assisting in her own defense.

Hazel Diaz, you are therefore fit to stand trial,

which will commence this Wednesday.

CHUNK: Talk to her yet?

No.

No, I'm a terrible friend.

Truth is,

I don't know what to say to her.

You say what you feel.

I don't know what I feel.

I feel bad for her.

On the other hand, what she did

was a federal crime, and it almost cost a man his business.

I get that, but still, she's my friend.

I can't just shut that off.

Have you spoken to her?

Left her a bunch of messages,

but she hasn't called me back. Hasn't called me back, either.

Bull told me to start interviewing candidates

to take her place.

Oh, well, with any luck, you won't find anyone.

Come on, off the fence. Tell us how you really feel.

I miss her.

And yeah, she did a bad thing.

But who among us

hasn't made a boneheaded mistake?

It's part of the journey.

Okay? And I think

if she had it to do over, she'd do it differently.

So... anyway,

good luck with your interviews.

DANNY: Not.

BULL: This is not my first time

at the barbecue, missy.

Girl calls guy out of the blue.

It's only been a week.

Buys him breakfast. Next thing you know,

girl has expectations,

thinks she can take... certain liberties.

I have my moral code to consider.

And my reputation. So...

I think we ought to slow things down here.

Let's start with breakfast, right?

I say we go halfsies.

What do I owe you, six bucks?

I'm guessing that's not your first cup of coffee today.

Touché.

So, to what do I owe this... bountiful feast?

I had a meeting in the judge's chambers yesterday.

The other side admits

she shot the officer at point-blank range.

But? But...

they're pleading not guilty by reason of insanity.

Hmm. You can't really be surprised.

She's spent her whole life preparing for this moment.

Mm-hmm. And now, of course,

each side is entitled to hire an expert.

Theirs to prove that, while she's competent to stand trial,

she's still mentally ill and was so at the time of the shooting.

And ours to prove that she's not crazy at all.

And I told them I want you.

And they went nuts,

which is how I know I made the right choice.

And the judge approved it.

So, what do you say?

The DA's office has asked me to serve as forensic psychologist

on the Hazel Diaz case.

BENNY: Wait, I'm confused.

They're hiring you and not TAC?

I don't mean to get all gooey on you,

but when they hire me, if the need is there,

they get all of you, too.

I mean, we won't be doing

our usual voir dire and all of that,

but I will be counting on the four of you

to help me do my job,

which is to convince the jury

that this was exactly what it looks like:

a cold-blooded killing. CHUNK: Well...

we're here for you, boss.

BULL: Good. Tomorrow morning,

a pile of court documents and medical records will arrive,

and I need all hands on deck to go through them.

What exactly is it that we're looking for? I don't know.

Basically, I've got two arrows in my quiver.

I get to do another assessment with her.

Didn't you already do one of those?

Sure did. BENNY: And since you've already proven

that she's capable of standing trial,

how is a second assessment at a later date gonna prove

that she was insane at the time of the killing?

Precisely. Which is why I need to use the assessment

to get her to implicate herself.

You're gonna try to get her to confess?

A man can dream.

DANNY: And what about

the "second arrow"?

Her insanity defense holds water because...

the crime itself appears illogical.

She had no apparent reason to kill Officer Sampson.

It appears completely random.

Just like the nursery rhyme she was singing

during our first interview.

But what if it wasn't?

What if she executed Sampson

for a reason?

Then she doesn't look so crazy.

Let's look into everyone in Sampson's life.

Okay. I'll reach out to the wife, to the kids.

I'll track down his partner,

talk to other people he worked with.

I'll start poring through those documents tomorrow.

Do you need me to help you prep for your assessment?

That'd be great.

And, uh, so, who's looking into the cyber side of things?

Well, Marissa's working on that. We'll find somebody.

Just takes a little while.

Oh, 'cause I know someone who's really good,

and, uh, instantly available.

This is not a conversation you want to have with me.

No. No. This is not a conversation

you want to have with us.

Because you're afraid we might change your mind.

Speak for yourself.

Please.

Wow.

I would have hoped that we could have at least talked about it.

By all means.

Feel free to talk among yourselves--

when you're off the clock,

or at your new place of employment.

He's not home.

Getting ready for the big evaluation?

Chunk's putting the equipment in the car as we speak.

Well, then maybe this should wait.

It about Hazel Diaz?

It's not good.

Knowledge is power. Let me have it.

I was reviewing Hazel's early medical records,

and I realized the woman that Hazel calls her mother...

is actually her aunt.

And this is important why? Because it's a consequence

of her real mother having been in a mental institution

from her early 20s until she passed 11 years ago.

Being treated for what?

Schizophrenia.

Oh, God... I only mention it

because according to the literature,

if you have a parent with schizophrenia,

you are 13 times more likely to have it yourself.

Wow, there's a handy fact I'm sure the defense

can't wait to share. Bull...

is it possible that Hazel isn't lying?

No.

I was with her an hour after she committed the crime.

The lady was acting.

It's true, it's 13 times more likely

if a parent is schizophrenic that you could be, too,

but it's a hundred times more likely if you're a criminal

and someone makes you aware of those statistics,

that you will find a way to use them to your advantage.

I got to go.

I...

BULL: You bring a lot of memory cards?

Oh, 12 hours' worth. Good.

It may take that long to get her to crack.

When you say crack... The longer

I can keep her talking, answering questions,

the more likely she is to slip up

and reveal something the ADA can use on the stand.

And if she doesn't?

She will.

Nobody can keep up that act all day long.

CHUNK: Each of these memory cards

is good for one hour.

When the camera dings, you change it out.

Got it.

As soon as you're done, and they give you your cell phone back,

shoot me a text, and I'll be back with the car in a flash.

Could be a while. I wouldn't worry about it.

Looks like the guest of honor has arrived.

Hmm.

Is that for me?

Ah.

I don't want to miss a word.

And you are...?

Dr. Jason Bull.

We've actually met a couple times before.

I interviewed you shortly after the murder of Officer Sampson,

and saw you in court during your competency hearing.

Yes.

I remember seeing you in court.

Hmm. But not our earlier encounter?

I heard you talking about it in court...

You're really good.

You never break character, do you?

So this character you're doing right now--

she's, um, pretending to be on her meds?

Is that...?

Is that the idea?

And the character that I met the other night,

um, at the police precinct--

she didn't have the benefit of her meds because she,

presumably, was in the middle of a psychotic break.

Do I have the story right?

Let's see what medications they have you on.

Ooh. Ah, that's a big one.

Injections or oral medication?

Oh. Oral meds.

Much easier to avoid.

What do you do?

Spit 'em out when the orderly turns his back?

Okay. Let's get started.

Tell me about Officer Sampson.

Who?

The man you shot.

Is that who it was? Was that his name?

According to his widow

and his children

and the officers

that he worked with, yes, that was his name.

Sorry. I don't think I can help you with that.

Because you don't remember anything that happened?

Hmm.

What's the last thing you do remember?

I... took a nap late in the afternoon.

Do you remember waking up?

Yes. In the hospital... the next morning.

So that's... that.

You just don't remember anything in between.

I guess we don't have anything to talk about.

Yeah, mm-hmm, I guess not.

Okay, well, I just have a few more questions.

Um, you remember what

you were wearing when you laid down to take the nap?

Your clothes-- what'd you have on?

What difference does... it make?

Oh, it makes a huge difference to me.

Well, feels like it's a waste of time to me.

I mean, it's not like we have all day.

Oh, no. We do.

That's the best part of this.

We have all the time in the world.

And then I woke up in the hospital.

And that was the first time

you saw the raincoat and the boots?

Yes, yes and yes.

Just like I told you before.

I have no memory of putting them on.

I just remember laying down on my bed

to take a nap

and waking up at the hospital.

No memory of loading the gun, hiding it in your coat,

being 18 inches from the officer's face

and pulling the trigger, watching his head explode?

No, no and no.

How many times would you like to hear it?

A few.

But give me a second.

I need to change this memory card.

HAZEL: I don't know how much longer I can do this.

I need a nap. No, ma'am.

You're dangerous when you take a nap.

So, the night

of the murder, which hand did you use

to pull the trigger when you shot Officer Sampson?

For the 300th time,

I have no memory of shooting Officer Sampson.

And why do you think that is?

Why do you think you don't remember?

I have already told you all of this.

Like you, I have forgotten.

I have no memory of it.

So why don't you tell me

one more time... please?

I was in the middle of a psychotic break,

and I never remember anything

that happens during a psychotic break.

All right.

When you have these psychotic breaks, you hear voices?

You hear voices, right?

I do.

And on the night of Officer Sampson's murder,

do you remember hearing voices? I do.

And what were they saying?

You know, I don't know.

Uh, nonsense, gibberish, three blind mice.

Three blind mice?

Hmm.

You know, you've spent the last seven hours telling me

you don't remember anything about that night.

I mean, now you remember hearing voices

and what they were saying?

Hmm.

Maybe you remember what you were wearing. I do not.

Or which hand was holding the gun that pulled the trigger. I do not.

Or why you killed Office Sampson in the first place.

I do not!

We have a real problem here, Hazel,

because there's no such thing as having a psychotic break

and remembering some things

and not remembering other things, hmm?

Unless, of course, you're lying.

Are you a liar, Hazel?

I'm not a liar!

I am not lying!

Oh, my goodness. I am not lying!

I am not lying! You're not

losing your temper, are you?

I am not lying!

Because that would be almost impossible...

I am not a liar. ...given the medication you're supposedly taking.

I am not a liar! Unless you're not taking it!

I am not a liar!

Well, this has been fascinating.

But you know what they say.

All good things must come to an end.

Not to worry. I got what I need.

I know.

I feel the same way. I'm gonna miss you, too,

but we'll always have the Bellingham Visitors Lounge.

Now, treat her nice.

She's a sweetheart, notwithstanding the whole

cold-blooded killer thing!

So, with four years at Trial Analysis Corporation,

I'm curious, what possessed you to leave?

I've reached out to them a number of times

regarding your work history.

No one's gotten back to me.

Marissa Morgan-- was she your direct supervisor?

Yes. And a great person to work for.

And, I mean, I just...

I was just at a place where it felt like

I had gone as far as I could go.

I'm young

and I wanted to see what else was out there.

And according to this, you're self-taught.

Hmm. Which is very impressive.

Yeah, I mean, I've always loved computers

and code and-and the Internet,

and I was just sort of born at the right moment.

Or as I like to say,

we were both sort of born at the right moment.

Terrific.

Well, this all looks wonderful. I mean,

we have a couple of more hurtles.

There are some other people I would need you to meet,

but I'm not anticipating it's anything you can't handle.

No problem. Just say the word.

And we're still waiting on your security clearance history.

We outsource that, so it could take a week or so.

Well, I don't think there are going to be any surprises there.

Have a great day. You, too.

BULL: And on the night of Officer Sampson's murder,

do you remember hearing voices? I do.

And what were they saying?

You know, I don't know.

Uh, nonsense, gibberish, three blind mice.

BULL: Three blind mice?

You know, you've spent the last seven hours telling me

you don't remember anything about that night.

Well, there you go.

I'm not so sure.

W

I'm worried the jury looks at that and thinks,

"He bullied her into it.

"Kept her there for hours.

What's it really prove?"

Well, it proves she's not crazy.

Maybe.

I'm not sure it's enough.

Well, what is it you want that you don't have?

What a great question.

We don't have a "why."

The jury's gonna be inclined to think she's crazy

'cause a random killing is crazy, but a "why,"

a "why" washes all the crazy away.

BULL: Why did you shoot

Officer Sampson?

I have no idea.

I wouldn't

know him if I fell over him.

BULL : Oh, come on. No one's gonna believe that.

HAZEL: It's true.

DANNY: Do you have 600 grand in the...?

You can't do that.

Can't sneak up on me like that. I'm a middle-aged man

who's not taking care of himself.

Sorry.

Next time I will call and announce myself.

What was it you asked me?

Do you have $600,000 in the bank?

'Cause I sure don't.

Don't even have a tenth of that.

Where are you going with this?

You're not gonna ask me for a loan, are you?

Office Sampson has that much.

He has over half a million dollars in an offshore account.

Well, maybe he inherited it.

Nope. He grew it.

For the past ten years, he deposited $5,000 a month,

year in, year out, in cash.

And you and I both know that no cop in America

makes that much to put away.

Unless he was getting paid off.

Unless he was getting paid off.

Officer Chambers.

Hey. Dr. Jason Bull. Can I have a minute?

You said you're a doctor?

Yes. I'm working with the DA's office.

I'm on your side, which is to say,

I'm on Officer Sampson's side.

I just have a few questions.

I've already gone over my testimony with ADA Ramsden.

They're waiting for me inside.

I know. Why do you think she did it?

You're his partner. You must have a theory.

I don't think it was a big mystery.

He was investigating her

for drug trafficking and racketeering.

She was doing business on our beat.

He was getting close.

The man died a hero.

All that crap about her being crazy is just that.

Yeah. That's my theory, too,

until I found out he had $600,000 in the bank.

Would you rather have heard about that on the stand?

Let's have an honest conversation.

Your partner, Sampson, was no detective.

He was a beat cop, just like you.

And I'm sure Hazel was running her business

right under your noses, just like dozens of other criminals.

That's not why she killed him, and you know it.

The only way to put this woman away for murder

is to prove there was a purpose for the killing.

My guess is Officer Sampson was getting paid off

to protect Hazel Diaz's drug ring.

I have to go now.

Were you?

If you're really a good cop, if you're really clean,

you'll go in there and tell the truth.

If the jury understands...

No one's going to understand.

He was a good cop, too.

He was trying to say that enough was enough,

that he wasn't gonna take her money anymore.

That's why she killed him. There.

You happy now? No.

Not until you say it to the jury.

I can't do that.

If you read the papers, Sampson died a hero.

I can't take that away from his family.

I can't kill him twice

in front of his wife, his kids, or the brotherhood.

So you're gonna lie to protect his honor,

but you're gonna let his killer walk?

It's ADA Ramsden.

She's looking for me.

Just to be clear,

she's looking for you to tell the truth in there.

Good talking with you.

How long did your forensic assessment with Hazel Diaz last?

Eight hours and 12 minutes.

And during this time, did she say anything

to cause you to doubt

her doctor's diagnosis of schizophrenia?

As a matter of fact, yes.

She insisted it was impossible for her to remember anything

about the night of the murder due to her psychotic break,

but later claimed she remembered hearing voices.

Unfortunately, both of those things

cannot be true.

In fact, they contradict each other.

If it had been a true psychotic break,

she would have had no memory of the event, period.

Was there anything else that caught your attention

during the assessment?

Yes. She got very agitated

when I pointed out this contradiction to her.

And why would that surprise you?

You were, for all intents and purposes,

calling her a liar.

Well, Hazel was supposedly on anti-psychotic medication.

Though I suspect she was spitting them out

when the orderlies weren't looking, and the reason

I say this is, had she been taking the medication,

and if the dosage had been adequate,

she wouldn't have been capable of getting that upset.

Those drugs are extremely potent and heavy sedatives.

So, to summarize...

It is my professional opinion

that Hazel Diaz has been lying to this court

not only about her mental illness,

but also about her medical treatment.

No further questions,

Your Honor.

Dr. Bull, if I told you that Hazel Diaz

has a family history of schizophrenia,

would that change your assessment of her?

Here we go.

I'm aware that Hazel was raised by her aunt

because her mother was placed in a mental institution

from the time Hazel was an infant.

I'm also aware her mother was diagnosed as schizophrenic.

And doesn't this make it more likely

that Hazel Diaz herself

would also have schizophrenia?

BULL: Well, it makes it more likely,

but it doesn't change my assessment.

Hazel's mother was diagnosed with schizophrenia at 22.

Hazel didn't seek treatment until she was 39.

It's highly unusual

for the first signs of schizophrenia

to manifest themselves

when someone is almost 40 years old.

"Highly unusual"?

Extremely unusual.

But not impossible.

In late-onset schizophrenia,

the symptoms manifest themselves in a very different manner.

So you admit there is such a thing

as late

Yes, but I don't think that's what...

Thank you, Dr. Bull. That will be all.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Your Honor, if I may be heard on redirect?

Can you explain

how late-onset schizophrenia manifests itself?

Late-onset schizophrenia presents itself

in a much less... aggressive manner.

Late-onset schizophrenics, for example,

require a lower daily dose of medication, and they do not

act out in a violent manner towards others.

Does Hazel Diaz exhibit signs of late

She does not.

She exhibits signs

of someone who is feigning early-onset schizophrenia.

Thank you, Dr. Bull.

Well, I think, uh,

you two did what you set out to do.

No, not quite a touchdown.

Afraid it's all up to him now.

GABRIELLE: Officer Chambers...

on the night of the murder, you were not in the squad car

with Officer Sampson, were you?

No, I was not.

Can you tell us why?

Officer Sampson sent me to get coffee.

Did he often send you for coffee?

Objection. Relevance?

Sustained.

Miss Ramsden, please get to your point.

GABRIELLE: Yes, Your Honor. Officer Chambers,

do you think that Officer Sampson sent you

for coffee because he knew he was about to have a meeting

with Hazel Diaz, and he didn't want

to compromise you? Objection,

Your Honor, calls for speculation,

and counsel knows it.

She's trying to plant completely unsupported inferences

with the jury. Miss Ramsden.

You focus your questions properly,

or I'm gonna have them stricken from the record.

Yes, Your Honor.

Officer Chambers, did you and your partner

ever discuss money?

How do you mean?

Mm, personal finances.

Yes, of course. From time to time.

Did he ever share with you

that he had an offshore account

with about $600,000 in it?

I don't think he ever shared the specific amount.

Hmm.

I'd like to offer into evidence

the ten years and four months of monthly cash deposits

equaling $620,000.

Do you have any idea where all of this money

might have come from, Officer Chambers?

He told me it came from Hazel Diaz.

GABRIELLE: Hazel Diaz?

OFFICER: I don't believe this.

This Hazel Diaz?

Who claims to not know the victim?

Who claims to have been in the midst

of a psychotic break at the time of the shooting?

Yes.

He told me he received $5,000 cash every month

to do bag drops and provide protection

for Hazel Diaz's drug business.

When Officer Sampson sent you for coffee,

did you have a sense that something was gonna happen?

No. I mean, not really.

I mean, I knew that he was probably gonna meet with Hazel,

but I obviously had no idea that she was gonna kill him.

And was there anything different about Officer Sampson

on that specific night or leading up to that night?

Yes.

Just that he told me that he wished...

that he could put a stop to it.

He felt like he was too deep in,

and he didn't know how to get out.

He was worried that his family would find out.

His boys and his wife.

He was even contemplating

turning in the accused, which would mean

turning himself in.

You know, good people make mistakes.

He was a good person...

just trying to undo a mistake.

Thank you, Officer Chambers.

They're coming

for me!

They're all lying,

and they're coming for me!

Make them go away! Tell them to go away!

No! No! I told them I didn't do it! JUDGE: Call the paramedics.

Clear the jury.

That I was with you!

I'll see if I can find the paramedics. Officer.

Clear the jury.

Get off me!

They don't believe me!

They don't believe me!

They don't believe me! OFFICER: If the jury will please

make their way back to the jury room.

I told them I was with you.

I told them I was with all of you.

I got her. You know I didn't

because I wouldn't do anything like that. Just hold her still.

Get her a Zophramine shot. They're lying.

It's the only thing that's gonna sedate her. Why are they lying?

No, no, no, you have to take her to the hospital first.

With all due respect, she is clearly

a danger to herself and others. I know. I know.

No. Look at her. Let me go.

I promise you, this will calm her down.

Of course, if she isn't really sick,

it will almost certainly bring on seizures.

No!

No. No.

No.

Get off me.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Ms. Ramsden, Dr. Bull.

My client was wondering if there were any way

she could speak with you both.

Why are we here?

PERKINS: Hazel is interested

in a plea deal.

But we're not. She is offering

20 years in a mental institution of her choosing,

and in return,

she will give information

on the top three drug cartel leaders in New York.

Can you give us a minute?

I'm sure I'm telling you what you already know,

but take this to a verdict.

You have her, and she knows it.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be offering a plea deal.

And what's in it for me?

Another breakfast.

We the jury find the defendant,

Hazel Diaz...

guilty of murder in the first degree.

Oh! Yes!

Hey.

Hey. I've been waiting for you, counselor.

Congratulations on your victory.

Thanks. Couldn't have done it without you.

Well, my pleasure. There's no one

in the district attorney's office

I'd rather get up in the middle of the night for.

How long you been waiting to say that?

Uh, awhile.

You know, you come up with these things in your head,

and then it's just a matter of timing.

Patience. Waiting for the perfect moment.

Don't I owe you breakfast?

You've been waiting to say that, too, huh?

Guilty.

Can I buy you dinner?

Okay, that one was spontaneous, I swear.

I don't believe you.

So that's a no? No.

Is that a yes?

Yes. How long you been waiting to do that?

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