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Victor?

Victor, I need your help with something.

Honey, I got water boiling.

Dinner can wait.

You wanna help me out of this?

- Hmm? - Whew.

Honey, you really make it hard on an old man.

l do, don't l?

How did I get so lucky?

You didn't. I'm using you for sex.

l love you, Clara.

l love you more.

I'll be back in an hour.

Oh, where are you off to?

Strawberries.

Champagne.

Don't you leave this bed.

Mm-mmm.

Oh, my God, Leo.

What am I gonna do?

- Did you kill your husband? - No. I loved my husband.

- Did you kill your husband? - No. I loved my husband.

lf you're acquitted, you'll be a billionaire. How does that make you feel?

- My client has no comment. - What's it like sleeping alone now?

- By the way, how was the sex? - Get her inside.

What station are you from? Where are your credentials?

This is a public street and a free country. l don't need credentials.

You're no journalist. Someone told you to ask those questions.

- Look, I'm just doing my job. - I think I can guess who for.

So, what are you getting off Mrs. Musso?

Well, it's more sadness than guilt, really.

Yeah, well, the evidence is rock solid.

There's a partial print on the syringe containing cyanide.

There's no sign of forced entry, and she is the primary beneficiary of the will.

Well, you got all that going for you, Crosby. What do you need me for?

Never underestimate the value of an expert witness.

Doc, you wanna do this?

- Hello. - "How was the sex?"

Oh, hello, Zoe. Well-

It's been a long time. What do you need? You need a reference?

l haven't had any trouble getting offers so far.

You sent one of your minions to ask vicious and personal questions to my client...

just so you could read her reactions on TV.

l can't hear you. Can you say that again?

Hear me now?

Oh. Clear as a bell.

- Counselor. - Counselor.

I'd like to speak with my ex-husband in private if that's all right.

Absolutely. I'd like an answer...

by the end of the business day.

Otherwise, I gotta go to the Rader Firm, and I don't really wanna do that.

- So- - Fair enough.

- Let me guess. He wants you to be his expert witness. - Yep.

And your client is hiding something, so-

Probably of a sexual nature. And granted, that is wishful thinking on my part, but-

You see how she's bringing that hand up to her face? She's got a secret.

l will tear you apart on the stand, Cal, and you know it.

That's charming, that is. So you really think she didn't kill her husband?

- Yes, I do. - What makes you so sure?

The evidence is circumstantial. And as for motive, there is none.

My client didn't want for anything.

It was a loving and faithful marriage.

She got an alibi?

Uh-oh. How much she paying you?

- Exactly what I'm worth. - Well, drinks are on you then.

Still, no alibi.

Well, the trauma of finding her husband dead caused Clara to lose her memory...

for the 40 minutes between the last time she saw him alive and when she discovered his body.

Look at it. I mean really.

She is pushing those tears out, she is. Only she's faking it.

We both know that this "science" of yours has a serious margin for error...

- and it just won't cut it in a court of law. - And what will?

Tears for a dead husband that left her $1.2 billion.

l know why you're doing this, and you're not gonna get under my skin, or my skirt.

That's a lie, that is. I mean, the skin part.

This is funny to you? The most important case of my career?

- I haven't even taken the bloody job yet, Zoe. - Unlike you...

l don't need to have studied Amazonian pygmies for six years to know that that's a lie.

You want me to do this. You don't know why you do, but you do.

Did I say serious margin for error? l was being generous.

Or couldn't you tell?

It's gonna be a shame to disappoint you in the courtroom.

Dream, send me a sign

Turn back the clock

Give me some time

l need to break out

Make a new name

Let's open our eyes

To the brand-new day

How can anyone think Clara killed her husband?

I've been friends with her for almost 10 years. There's no way she could have done this.

Gotta love how everyone comes out of the woodwork on cases like this.

Well, they've gotta get their 15 minutes somehow.

By turning this woman's life into a circus.

Well, we're all part of that circus now.

Prosecution. Foster, you're prepping witnesses. You two, you get jury watch.

You want us to read the jurors? The whole trial?

Track them individually and see what makes them tick. Then look at them as a group.

l wanna know which way they're leaning- the leaders, the followers.

Well, go ahead.

You're not just doing this to push Zoe's buttons.

- There's something else going on here. - This is about justice, Foster.

There's something else- Zoe-related.

Justice for a murder victim.

By avoiding my question, you just answered it.

l just hope, for all our sakes, you know what you're doing.

Join the club.

Six of the jurors look convinced Clara's guilty...

just from the opening arguments.

You can see approval on their faces every time the prosecutor talked.

Maybe, but these two are for the defense...

and they've already emerged as leaders.

Jurors 6, 7 and 11- we're looking at them the whole time, gauging their reactions.

Which way are you two leaning?

Maybe he wasn't dying fast enough for her.

The guy was 30 years older than she is.

- So? - So it can affect the power dynamic.

Imbalance of power in a relationship can lead to victimization.

Oh, that struck a nerve. That's interesting.

Studies show that the most successful marriages...

are the ones where husbands are at least five years older than their wives.

So being with an older man broadens your horizons, does it?

I'm sure Clara learned a lot from Victor.

Yeah, I'm sure she did- about denture cream.

You're not listening again, Loker.

What Torres is saying is that she needs to be stimulated and challenged...

by experience.

So, who was this old fart then, eh?

- I was talking about Clara. - Nah.

Nah, you weren't.

You connected with a memory, which I proceeded to belittle.

Sorry about that.

Oh, you cannot sing the praises of older men and then not give up details.

Watch me.

- All right. - What, you couldn't take me one-on-one?

Nah, I've been there, done that.

Well, I promise to play nice today.

Last time you said that, you left claw marks.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth...

- and nothing but the truth, so help you God? - That's not possible.

- Excuse me? - Well, no one can tell the whole truth, Your Honor.

It's subjective. It's filtered through our own experiences.

- And that's the real truth. - Well, how about promising to be honest...

- to the best of your ability? - Now you're talking.

- Please, be seated. - Thank you, Your Honor.

Dr. Lightman, your resume speaks for itself. You're Oxford-educated.

You're a doctorate in psychology, and you're a consultant for the F.B.I.

As you well know, the key question in this trial...

is where was Clara Musso the night her husband was murdered.

The defense wants us to believe...

that the trauma of finding her husband dead...

has left Mrs. Musso unable to recall the 40 minutes...

between leaving him and discovering his corpse.

Dr. Lightman, in your expert opinion...

does this claim of memory loss pass the sniff test?

No.

- Could you elaborate? - Yeah.

It's been proven that some trauma-

warfare, child abuse- can cause memory loss.

- Do you have experience with such cases? - Yeah, plenty.

I've worked with soldiers, um, rape victims.

Memory loss is caused by degradation or abuse.

The shock of a dead spouse, l mean, that'd be a first.

How about a shock of committing murder?

Killers have been known to experience amnesia.

Forensic psychologists call it "red-out".

How common is it to lie claiming memory loss?

Well, nine out of 10 people claiming memory loss are lying.

- Why would they do that? - Well, it's easier to say "l can't remember"...

than tell the truth.

l have nothing further.

Your witness, Counselor.

Permission to treat Dr. Lightman as a hostile witness.

- Granted. - Dr. Lightman.

- I'm sorry. It won't happen again, Your Honor. - Thank you.

Dr. Lightman was born hostile. He also happens to be my ex-husband.

Guilty as charged.

But, you know, it was my loss...

because, truly, she is an angel.

The prosecution has touted your credentials, Dr. Lightman.

Are we to understand that you possess the gift...

- of being able to distinguish between truth and lies? - No, no, no.

Twenty years of research is not a gift, is it?

You and I know it's also a bit of a curse really.

Indeed it was.

In fact, do you recall being jeered off the stage...

while keynoting the Harvard Global Psychology Conference in 2005?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I do. Yeah, yeah. And it's bonkers, all right?

Because I could've sworn that they were cheering.

They called it pop psychology- "voodoo science."

l think it's because they're scared of me.

Four years ago when we were still married...

you accused my boss of sleeping with me.

- The gloves are coming off now. - Objection, Your Honor. That's immaterial.

Dr. Lightman, last warning. Overruled.

Didn't it come out eventually that my boss, a man, was, in fact, gay?

Yeah. Yeah, it did. Yeah.

l mean, I was way off the mark on that one.

But, I mean, I was jealous. I was- I was young. I was head over heels in love.

By day, I'm a scientist.

But by night, I'm fallible. I'm only human.

Well, I'm not questioning your humanity, and certainly not your fallibility.

- Well, that's a relief. - You are here...

because of your expertise in psychology and lying.

I'm challenging that- your flagrant manipulation of the jury notwithstanding.

But when you say that your client is innocent, you don't fully believe that.

Again you misjudge my thoughts, because I know my client is innocent.

Why don't you wanna hear the science then?

Your testimony is limited to scientific context...

not specific opinions on who's lying.

Well, you wanna hear the whole truth?

- That woman over there, your client, "the black widow"- - Control yourself.

- When she says that she doesn't know what happened- - Please control yourself.

well, she's lying, and that's a fact.

Control yourself, or I will have the judge control you.

Oh, her? Do me a favor. She's having a tough enough time controlling herself.

Marshal, please remove this witness before I hold him in contempt.

l mean, look at her- bulging eyes and guilt all over her face.

Marshal, I said get him out of here.

l could sue you.

Quiet!

Oh. Hello, darling.

- What? - I hope that was part of a careful plan in there.

Careful is for lawyers and accountants, right? l did get something interesting off her.

When I called her a "black widow," she gave a little pout.

- Her feelings were hurt. Surprising. - Really?

- It's a shock, isn't it? - Oh.

I'm heading back to the office to prep more witnesses. You coming?

No, I gotta see a man about a dog. I'll catch up with you.

Okay. Behave.

- You all right? - Mm-hmm.

Hey. Need a lawyer?

- I'm only joking. What judge you got? - Denton. Why?

Oh, Denton. He's a complete softy. He's a pushover.

He's a bleeding heart liberal, vegetarian.

The most you're looking at there is a slap on the wrist.

No, no. I didn't do anything. It was that guy.

- He mugged my wife. - Really?

I'm sorry about that.

It's just luck of the draw.

Right? I mean- Keep your chin up.

- Shouldn't my lawyer be here if you're gonna talk to me?

- Three's a crowd, love. - Excuse me?

Don't get me wrong. She's a terrific lawyer.

She's really top-notch, and I mean that.

It seems there was a lot of chemistry there between you and your ex-wife.

Well, there's a lot of chemistry in Chernobyl.

You know, it's interesting, Dr. Lightman. We both have something in common.

- Oh, yeah. - We both married up.

Huh.

You really miss him, do you? Victor.

You're the expert. When I say l loved my husband, what do you see?

Well, you can love a man and kill him...

or have him killed.

Look me in the eye...

and tell me you believe I killed my husband.

Tell me about those 40 minutes...

you can't remember.

Find whoever murdered Victor, and I'll tell you whatever you want.

- I see you got someone in mind. - Victor gave me more than I ever wanted.

We were partners in everything- all the charities.

l converted to Catholicism so I could share that with him too.

Why would I end that?

What the hell is going on?

- I'm tampering with your client. - He always this relentless?

To the point of self-destruction. Officer!

You wanted your father's money, didn't you?

You were desperate, and you wanted his money, so you framed your stepmother.

- The hell I did! That's crazy! - See, that's wrong.

The worst thing you can do is match your questioner's intensity.

Instead, give a firm, deliberate answer.

Here. Watch.

The reforms I'm proposing would not apply to those who are here illegally.

You lie!

It's not true.

The president clenches his jaw, slight hints of anger.

Then he modulates his voice and folds his hands. Okay?

Now, Mr. O'Sullivan, did you murder Victor Musso?

- Certainly not. - Good.

Simple, direct, truthful.

l know how to handle myself under pressure, Dr. Foster.

l was Vic's right hand for 25 years.

Riding his coattails for 25 years.

l was C.F.O. for a Fortune 500 company.

One last tip. Women require more eye contact than men to feel a connection.

So I want you both to focus your attention on the female jurors.

Got it?

Anything to put that gold digger away.

Where was that loyalty when your father was alive?

Hey, she came on to me, okay?

Since it was my client you illegally tampered with...

Judge Quinn has given me the authority to either keep you in here or release you.

Oh, yeah? You bought her a drink or three then?

Give me one good reason l should let you out of here.

- One good reason why? - Yeah, just one.

Well, how about...

you need me.

A room like this in our house could've saved our marriage.

Good-bye, Cal.

Your client's innocent, by the way.

l found that out while I was tampering with her. I think I'll take a nap.

Don't pretend you don't need my help, Cal.

Why do you do it?

- Do what? - Keep forcing us together like this.

Paging Dr. Kinsey.

Do you want to switch to my side?

And stop all this fun we're having? You must be joking.

The fact of the matter is, your client's innocent...

and the jury are about to convict her.

- No, they're not. - Yeah, they are.

- Please. - Fair enough. You're the boss.

- Stop it. - A little role-playing never hurt anyone.

- I should let you rot in here. - Can't argue with you there, darling.

Marshal, here's the authorization for what I'm sure will be a huge mistake.

Clara didn't care about me. She didn't care about my father.

- She just wanted his money. - All right, let's pretend the jury is watching, okay?

Now, tell them exactly how Clara seduced you.

Uh, it was a week...

after she had interviewed my dad about the clinics he built in Africa.

She was at our ranch.

l didn't know that they had already become involved. She wanted a tour.

l was showing her the wine cellar, and that's when it happened.

That was good eye contact and posture, Damien.

But remember, uh, fold your hands to avoid fidgeting.

Got it.

How many times did you have sex?

Maybe six or seven.

The "maybe" undercuts your credibility with the jurors...

um, especially with these two.

All right? Give them a specific number.

Seven.

But when she found out that I didn't have any money...

and that it was all in a trust until I was 40, she dumped me.

The next thing I know, she's engaged to my father...

and he is changing his will.

Where was the last place you and Clara had sex?

l don't- They- They all kind of run together.

Let's get some caffeine.

You know, it always helps me focus.

So tell me what happened in the wine cellar.

l was showing her my dad's collection...

and she asked to see my belt buckle.

- And you took it off or did she? - She did.

Help yourself.

You just watch the images...

and we'll monitor your reactions on the other side.

Give me the finger. That's charming, that is.

Are you this hands-on with all your clients?

Well, I'm not afraid to get a little dirty when necessary.

Hmm.

So you say you didn't kill your husband. l believe you're innocent.

l can't say this feels like a vote of confidence.

You still don't remember what happened that night.

So a few faces from the case might jog your memory.

Have fun.

- How is this supposed to help jog her memory? - It's not. It's nonsense.

Since she's lying to us about those 40 minutes, we're coming at her from another angle.

Oh, flag that one.

Contempt when she looks at Damien.

Your stepson says you're sleeping together the same time you're bedding Daddy...

that can breed contempt.

In my country, a new member of the royal family. Flag that one.

Push in on the hand.

Oh. Who's that woman she's reacting to?

That's Tanya Wilson, a close friend of Clara's.

She comes to court every day to support her.

Well, that hand closing like that is anger.

- What happened in the 40 minutes you left Victor?

Well, l-l don't remember.

That's bollocks, Clara. Do you know who killed your husband?

- You know I don't. - That's enough, Cal.

Yeah, too right it is. You're lying. I can't help you.

Uncooperative witness- that's common.

Uncooperative witness- that's common.

Uncooperative client- now, that's rare.

Crosby hired us as experts. Can't you just tell her you're sure she didn't do it?

It's a matter of pride for Crosby at this point.

You know, what passes for truth in a courtroom...

isn't necessarily the whole truth.

- Hmm. I love you too. - Out.

Clara was trying to hide her anger towards Tanya.

l need some background on that woman.

And we saw Clara's contempt for Damien.

What did she say about her affair with him?

She's adamant it never happened.

She said Damien came on to her. She said no. It's he said, she said.

When I was prepping him, I asked him about their last sexual encounter.

He just stood there holding a pot of coffee.

He couldn't fill his cup while giving the details.

Manual tasks are harder to integrate when you're faking a story.

Yeah, but I believed him the first time around.

But what if his story is an obsessive fantasy?

lf he played it out in his head enough...

he could've said it really happened without showing any signs of deception.

So Clara rejects Damien for his father...

- whose shadow he lives in. - And it could've driven him to murder.

We need to get Damien back in here.

- Now that's dangerous. - Mm-hmm.

You think I need more prep work before I testify?

There are a few more techniques Dr. Lightman wants to go over.

Anything for my father.

You slut.

- That was pure science, that was. Come on. - Damien.

Damien, you lied. You were never involved with Clara, were you?

She seduced me!

- You're pathetic, Damien! You're pathetic! - How could you do this?

We wanted to see how angry it made you to see her with somebody else.

- You think I killed my father? - No. But you've been lying about an innocent woman.

- She is a gold digger! - How could you say that?

- This was your plan all along! - I loved your father more than anyone!

- You used him and you wanted his money! - Ohh!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Hey!

Let's go! Come on. Let's go.

- Go. - Fair enough.

l expected a little bit more than a slap...

from the world's most notorious murder suspect.

Yeah, well, I guess I've been respectable for too long.

l think I can help you with that.

Hey, Doc, Damien Musso called my office this morning.

He said you all but accused him of murder.

Clara didn't kill her husband.

l see. You switched sides.

How can I compete with Legs, Cleavage and Associates?

You can't. You must be Cleavage.

Well, Legs here is twice the lawyer you're ever gonna be.

Do you know that affair Damien said he had with Clara?

He was lying. Call him to the stand. It's perjury.

- We had a contract, Doc. - I rented my services as an expert.

We prepped your witnesses for you. We read your jury. Job done.

Well, it's gonna be a long time before you get any business from my office.

I'm devastated.

- Really? - Yeah.

- I'll see you in there, Counselor. - You bet.

- That's interesting. - What?

He's not worried at all about Damien...

and he doesn't give a toss about me coming over to the other side.

lf anything, he's more confident than usual.

He's up to something.

Mr. O'Sullivan, why did you hire a private investigator to look into Clara's past?

I'd been friends with Victor since we were 10 years old...

in catechism at St. Bernard's.

When I realized Victor was getting serious about Clara...

l wanted to make sure her intentions were sincere...

as a friend first, and as a business partner.

And did the investigator find anything criminal?

No. She reinvented herself though.

New name, new hair color, new resume.

Well, breaking with the past isn't always easy.

To your knowledge, was Victor happy in his marriage?

Yes. But he didn't have all the facts.

Reviewing the estate yesterday, l discovered some-

Objection, Your Honor. Any information he has about the estate...

should've been brought forth in deposition.

Are you certain that you made the discovery yesterday?

- Yes, I'm certain. - No, he's lying, Your Honor.

He's been sitting on it. So has the D.A.

That's absurd. Your Honor, I move to clear the whole gallery.

Muzzle your ex, Ms. Landau, or I will.

Proceed with your finding.

When I looked at Victor's sub-accounts...

l discovered monthly withdrawals of roughly $90,000...

spread across the last year and a half.

Clara was stealing from him.

He's not lying.

Motion for recess, Your Honor. l need time to research these claims.

You can recall the witness when prosecution rests, Ms. Landau.

- You're leaving? - Yeah. Jury's 12-nothing to convict. You're screwed.

So if Clara stole money from her husband, why did we switch sides?

You think Lightman screwed up?

Well, Foster always says the closer you are to someone emotionally...

the harder it is to get a true read.

- Yeah, but Clara is a stranger. - Zoe isn't.

Anything she touches, Lightman's gonna bring baggage to it.

Hey, speaking of baggage, you wanna unload some of your own...

- like that memory that Lightman saw? - Loker.

What kind of age difference are we talking about here? Ten years?

We're not discussing this.

- Did you violate state laws or something? - No.

Decency laws?

It was a totally legal and healthy relationship.

Oh, that's exciting. Come on. Give me something. What are you hiding?

At least give me his name.

Denise Watson.

Tanya Wilson, as I live and breathe.

You're Clara's best mate. Why is she so angry with you then?

- I didn't know that she was. - Really?

- How long you two been friends? - I don't have to talk to you.

That's true. That's true. But I'll see to that while you explain to a jury...

why you got so scared when Leo testified...

that Clara was stealing from her husband.

l was scared for Clara, as a friend.

Were you two in it together, were you?

Were you robbing the old man blind?

l was going through a tough time. Clara was helping me out.

See, there's that fear again.

l think you're hiding something.

See, I think you're here just to make sure she keeps her mouth shut.

- That's ridiculous. - I smell blackmail...

of a sexual variety.

What is it? Is it you and Clara, eh?

You and Victor? No, no. Wait, wait. Three's a crowd, right?

You and Victor and Clara.

What you got on him? You got photos? You got a video?

- You got dirty knickers? - I had nothing to do with his death.

You see, my money's on video.

l think you got a sex tape...

about- 90 grand a month's worth.

Clara met him through me. Her life was supposed to be mine.

It's not like they were gonna miss it.

Well, thanks for that.

lf you wanna stay out of jail, right...

I'm gonna need that sex tape.

It was Vic's 60th birthday, and I wanted to do something he'd never forget.

In every other way he was conservative, but this was a fantasy of his.

So Tanya and I got together. We were friends at that point...

or so I thought.

So those 40 minutes that you claim you can't remember, all right-

that's when you nipped out to pay off Tanya, eh?

It was meant to stop.

But when I got there, she said that the payments were gonna keep going.

You couldn't tell your husband about the blackmail?

Or your lawyer?

It would've confirmed everything people have been saying about me...

and his reputation meant the world to him.

You were willing to go to jail...

to preserve that reputation?

True love.

- Yeah, I know. It's absolute insanity, isn't it? - Hmm.

I'm innocent, Zoe.

And I thought... maybe you could somehow make the jury see that.

Well, speaking of the jury, we've been reading 'em, and they're 12-nothing to convict.

It's one thing to say you're innocent...

but you got to show them who's guilty.

- Well, we know we can rule out Damien. - Yeah.

- Who has access to your house? - The only other person with a key was Leo.

- He just smeared you in court. - I was stealing.

He stands to benefit financially if you're convicted.

- He's the executor of the estate. - There's no way.

Vic and Leo were more than business partners. They were like brothers.

Yeah, well, so was Brutus and Caesar.

Put me back on the stand again.

What?

Just ask, Loker.

So, you sleep with women too?

Wow. You just went to a whole new level of blunt.

Well, I mean, it has serious ramifications.

My competition may have just doubled.

l was curious, okay?

Denise was funny and- and interesting, and I liked her smile.

Mm-hmm.

- I didn't make a life choice. - Right.

So just to confirm- not bisexual then.

It was experimenting, Loker.

- Okay. - And you know, why can girls do it and guys can't?

Where's the fantasy in that?

Anyways, who really cares what people do in their bedrooms?

Everyone.

So...

this experiment-

What were your findings?

You know, scientifically speaking.

You hold yourself up as an arbiter of people's honesty.

Yet, time and again, you've reversed yourself, Dr. Lightman.

Yeah. Yeah, well, scientists, you see, they admit their mistakes.

Ex-wives, that's an entirely different story.

The fact is, your science is completely unreliable.

Really, you're a glorified fortune-teller, a hack.

All right, well, let's see if the jury agrees, shall we?

The foreman- he's high as a kite, and he has been all along.

That one- she's getting off on Clara's misery, she is.

And those two over there- they're having an affair.

They're doin' the dirty back at the hotel.

Both of them married to different people.

And that one has got a serious foot fetish.

Dr. Lightman, for God's sake!

No, my point is that I can read anyone here.

Not just the defendant or the judge, you know.

lf you're hiding something, I'll know it.

And yet you never turn that scrutiny on yourself, Dr. Lightman. Why is that?

That would terrify you, wouldn't it?

To be stripped bare the way you strip the people around you.

I'm not a killer, Counselor, but neither is Clara Musso.

- Move to strike, Your Honor. - Sustained.

The real killer has been hiding in plain sight all along.

- He's in this very courtroom as we speak. - Objection! Speculation.

Dr. Lightman, this court has indulged you more than enough.

Step down now. Please, please, step down before I have you arrested!

- lf you're gonna arrest somebody... - Remove him from the court.

you should arrest Leo O'Sullivan.

He killed his best friend. Right?

Quiet, everyone!

You bastard! l didn't murder Vic. I'd never.

That's the truth. You didn't murder him, but you did kill him, didn't you?

Dr. Lightman! This court is out of order.

What does that mean? Leo killed Victor, but he didn't murder him.

When he said he didn't murder Victor, there was no sign of deception.

But when I asked him if he killed his friend, he flashed regret.

- Look, if I recall Leo to the stand- - We crack the case.

He's right on the edge. He just needs one more shove, you know?

- Spit it out then. - Well, since you ask...

when is killing your friend a good thing?

Please be seated.

l thought I kicked your ex-husband out of my courtroom, Counselor.

Dr. Lightman is essential for my client's defense, Your Honor.

He's just here to observe. He won't be a nuisance to the court.

Well, if he is, he will be the guest of the county for the next 30 days.

- Are we clear, Dr. Lightman? - As a bell, Your Honor.

Proceed.

Mr. O'Sullivan, I wish to remind you...

that you are still under oath.

I'd like to apologize for the previous outburst.

It's clear to me and to everyone in this courtroom...

how close you were to Victor Musso.

You were his best friend, his lifelong confidante...

and you would do anything to protect him and his reputation.

- That's true. - I'd like to show the witness some photos if I may.

- Objection! - No, you can't.

There were no pictures submitted during discovery.

Easy, love. Jury's watching.

- Sidebar, Your Honor? - Please.

You can't let him see those pictures. Everything Vic worked for would be ruined.

lf you try and stop this, I'll do those 30 days with bells on...

just after I finish blurting it out to the jury.

These could do irreparable harm to the reputation of the deceased.

l don't know how this is germane to the case.

It speaks to the accusation that Clara was stealing from her husband.

l don't want to besmirch a good man if I don't have to...

but I do reserve the right to present these in open court.

l take your point, Counselor.

- All right. - Please.

Thank you.

You wanna see Clara Musso locked up... for murder.

She betrayed a man who loved her.

She was sleeping with his son, for God sakes.

Well, thanks to Dr. Lightman, that's been exposed as a lie.

- She was stealing from him. - Which you knew about.

And yet you never said a word.

He was completely under her spell. l was protecting him.

Well, I submit to you that Clara was doing the same- protecting him.

And the money you say my client was stealing from him...

was, in fact, being put to a good and noble cause.

Am I being clear enough here, Mr. O'Sullivan?

Perfectly, Counselor.

You also knew she didn't kill her husband, sir.

But you thought she deserved to go to prison anyway, didn't you?

Because after all, you had built a company and a reputation...

side by side with Victor for 25 years...

and overnight your best friend became a different person.

- Clara had displaced you. - No.

When it mattered, Vic called me.

Here we go. Watch this.

- Hold onto your seat, love. - Like when it came to his health?

That's fear, but without shame. He's proud of what he did.

You didn't murder him, Leo. He asked you to end his life, didn't he?

- Objection. - Overruled.

How was Mr. Musso's health just prior to his death? You're under oath.

He was...

secretly very sick.

And that's why he wanted you to help him end his life.

- To assist his suicide. Isn't that right? - Objection, Your Honor.

The court is very interested in Mr. O'Sullivan's answer.

He had a degenerative brain disease.

Doctors gave him a month or two.

You bought the cyanide and the syringe.

He called you to his home, and you gave him that injection, didn't you?

Your Honor!

Take your seat.

Victor was devout.

l mean, to him, suicide was a mortal sin.

l couldn't say no to my friend.

Which is why you never told him that Clara was stealing-

because he was dying.

Why break his heart on top of everything else?

Do you have proof it wasn't a murder?

He left a video explaining.

Now, that right there, that is shame.

l think his widow has a right to see that.

But I didn't imagine that I'd meet a woman...

who would understand me so completely.

Our marriage was a gift, Clara-

happiest 10 years of my life.

l wouldn't let anything tarnish that.

So Zoe says that Leo is pleading guilty...

to obstruction of justice and manslaughter.

- And they're working out a deal. - Oh, that's good then.

Yeah.

Thank you for everything.

l should've trusted you sooner.

Well, I could say the same thing.

I've got a- a meeting waiting, so-

She's, uh, a beautiful woman.

She's my Leo.

And what about Zoe?

Well, to say you stop loving someone you once loved more than anything else in the world...

that would be a lie...

but you move on, don't you?

You have to move on.

She's my daughter's mum...

sometime sparring partner.

Any other women populating your life?

Well, none you need to worry about.

- I'm taking over Victor's businesses and charities. - Oh, yeah.

People are gonna come after me and think I'm weak.

- I need someone I can trust. - Well, you got my number.

So to speak.

Well, my point is...

that the reason that we won is because the whole truth came out.

- 'Cause it doesn't normally happen in a courtroom.

Why did you take this case?

l thought it'd be a bit of fun.

That's not it, not really.

Well, it was your first time out-

you know, a big national case, you know?

You were protecting me?

Oh, that's so sweet...

and paternalistic and patronizing.

- Yeah, you got a point there. - Hmm.

No, but look, if you get a guilty woman off, you're a punch line.

lf you convict an innocent man, you're a joke.

You've worked far too hard to get where you are.

You deserve a bit of respect.

Not infamy.

Still waiting for you to get what you deserve.

Well, I'm two steps ahead of the hangman, me.

Emily's sleeping at a friend's.

What, the whole night? Right.

- I'll get the check. - Yeah.