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Yeah?

Kyle, can we talk
to you for a second?

Your mother's here with me too.

Hi, honey.

Kyle, there's a
picture of your bike

at Carolyn's house on
the night of May 18th.

Why were you there?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Honey...

I wasn't. I must've just been
riding by. That's all I...

- Baby.
- Okay. Kyle, there was a photograph of...

of you at Carolyn Polhemus's
house the night of May 18th.

Why were you there?

Honey, we got these
images from the police,

so they have this evidence too.

You gotta be honest.
It's important now.

Oh, my God. For God's sake,
Kyle, why were you there?

I guess I wanted to get
a sense of the there.

The what?

Where you were going.

So, you knew about your
father and Carolyn?

I heard you two
fighting about it.

Okay.

Does your sister know? Does
Jaden... Does she know?

I didn't tell her. I don't know.

When did you first
find out about it?

Does that matter?

Well, I wouldn't ask
you if it didn't matter.

I don't remember.

A few months ago maybe.

Okay, so that I'm clear, you went
there to see what she looked like.

You know how to use Google, so
you could find a picture of her,

but you wanted to
see where she lived.

- Were you casing out her house?
- Rusty.

Were you casing out
her house, Kyle?

I just don't understand the reasoning
behind why you were going there.

Maybe I was trying to
figure out your reason.

- I wanna talk to Mom about this.
- No! I am your father...

- Rusty.
- And you're gonna answer...

Rusty, please.

It's okay.

Fine.

Bunny Davis was a daughter.

Bunny Davis was a
sister, a friend, cousin.

Bunny Davis was 26 years old

when she found herself alone in a
dirty motel room with a monster,

and she's praying... pleading...

that this is the kind of man
who will just let her go.

But no.

This man, Liam Reynolds,

is the kind of person
who does this...

and this...

and this.

What do you think?

I think you're amazing, Carolyn.

This thing's a fucking mess.

Hey.

Hey. The front
porch light is out.

So, he rode by her
house a few times,

and he saw you going in once.

Obviously, we need to get him
into therapy as soon as possible.

Why?

Rusty, he's been carrying
this around for months.

We have no idea of the impact.

Okay, sure, but you and I can
talk to him about this together.

Oh, right.

- Like you just talked to him right now?
- We don't have to have...

What is that supposed to mean?

You interrogated the kid.

I interrogated him?

Yeah.

I was asking him questions.

- "Why were you casing out her house?"
- He was there, of course I was asking.

Asking like a prosecutor, Rusty.

- Are you kidding me?
- He's 15!

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- What?

- You caused this, Rusty. You did.
- Of course. It's me.

Yes, I am the fuck-up-in-chief.

But guess what. You
played a part in it too.

And you will, at some point, need
to take some fucking responsibility.

I can't do this
anymore. I'm done.

- I just...
- Done!

In my medical opinion,

the cause of death was
cranial blunt force trauma.

So, the judge has been already
told that you're an expert,

so you don't need to qualify.

You don't need to
say, "In my opinion."

- You can sit up straight.
- Okay.

- Just sit up straight.
- You don't gotta...

- Don't tell me how to s...
- You're gonna give the jury

- your findings, right? Your expertise.
- Don't... Just... Okay, I...

- Wow.
- And you're not gonna make it about you.

What an... No. Don't do that.

You know, I'm doing this
bullshit exercise for you,

- that you got me up in the morning for...
- Which I appreciate.

I am a medical doctor.
You're gonna respect me.

I respect you as a doctor.

As a witness, however, you
are known to shit the bed.

You fucking prick.

Forget it.

This is what you got
me up out of bed for?

I'll get that file to
you by the way, scumbag.

The details of this case are
being kept close to the vest.

There's not been a single leak.

I mean, how strong
can this case be?

They don't even have
a murder weapon.

Yeah, I don't see how
they've cleared the bar

of going beyond a
shadow of a doubt.

Hard to believe this
is even going to trial.

You know, former colleagues
now at each other's throats...

Sabich has two children...

- But Kyle was there.
- No.

He just... He rode
by, like I said.

It was just a few times.

- We're sure he didn't kill her?
- You know, you're not funny.

That's not fucking funny.

I wasn't intending to be.

So, Michael Caldwell at Carolyn's
house the night of the murder.

Footage of Kyle there,
a few weeks prior?

Jesus Christ.

I'm gonna have to
think about this.

I do not have it.

- Fucking...
- Is there something else?

I just didn't get any sleep
last night, okay, Ray?

Is that it?

What is it?

Barbara and I got into it, you know,
and she said that she was done.

"Done" as in, "I'm
gonna leave you"?

Come on. If she was gonna leave
you, she would've already done it.

- I don't need this right now.
- What would she be waiting for?

Good excuse?

You betrayed her.

You betrayed your children.

In fact, knowing Barbara,

the betrayal of the children is
the deeper of the two offenses.

Ray, it's just...
it's complicated.

- Yeah. Tell me. Come on.
- It's... It...

Depression,
compulsion, narcissism.

I'll take any of that.

Let's send you to a doctor
and get a fucking diagnosis.

But my fear is that it'll
just come back "pig."

Your dick got hard for
Carolyn, you fucked her,

and now you wanna feel
less bad about it.

It's what men who
cheat do, Rusty.

They wanna have their cake, eat it,
and then chalk it up to complexity.

Jury will find it pretty simple.

On the plus side, they'll
also find it unoriginal.

It won't shock their conscience.

But for what it's
worth, it shocked me.

It shocked Lorraine, and
I'm sure it shocked Barbara.

But she's still with you.

That tells me she
means to hang in.

You know what? Hold on a second.

You know what? I...

How dare you say that I
don't take responsibility,

that I don't feel shame, and that
I am not consumed with guilt?

Fuck you.

You know, in 40 years, I have seen a
lot of guilt and shame in this business.

Shame is something that
you put on yourself.

It's self-absorbed,
self-centered.

Guilt is more about owning and feeling
the pain that you cause others.

I don't doubt that
you feel shame.

Tommy...

Tommy, why am I on
the witness list?

'Cause I think you
have information

about the relationship
between Carolyn and Rusty.

I have no information about
what happened that night.

But you might have a little information
about what happened all the other nights.

Right?

Seems to me that this is something that
really should've been reported to HR,

so maybe you're just wrestling
with your own culpability here.

Wow, you are really a
miserable prick, aren't you?

Hey, listen to me.

We're doing it for Carolyn, all
right? Just think about it. For her.

Hello, gentlemen.

Thanks for coming in.

How you doing? Get you anything?

You good?

I'm not really
comfortable with all this.

I completely
understand. It's awful.

But as we're building this
case against Mr. Sabich,

every detail becomes
enormously important,

and the defense is gonna come
at you with all these questions.

And I just wanna make sure that
we have everything exactly right.

Shouldn't we have
a lawyer with us?

That's entirely up to you,

but I'm just confirming information
that we already discussed.

This is a photo you
took of Mr. Sabich

entering your mother's house
the night she was killed.

It's June 16th, 9:49
p.m. Is that correct?

Yes.

And all these other photos
you took on the same night?

Yes.

Why didn't you take pictures
of him leaving the house?

I left after he went in.

Why were you there?

Sometimes I would just go.

Why?

He already answered that.

Okay. It's... We... This is extremely
important for us to iron out,

because they're gonna ask the
same questions, okay? The defense.

Because she was my mother.

Sometimes I'd go
look at the house.

You ever see anyone
else entering the house?

He was the only one
there that night.

How did Mr. Sabich seem
as he entered the house?

What was his demeanor?

I don't know.

And during this meeting that you
had with him, how did he seem?

You said that during this meeting, you
accused him of killing your mother.

Is that right?

I mean, he denied
it, but he was lying.

Why do you say that?
How do you know that?

I could see it in his eyes.

Also, once, she told me she
was becoming afraid of him.

But I thought you didn't... When did
you have contact with your mother?

I had convinced her
to meet me for lunch.

She seemed stressed,

and I got pissed off
because I thought it was me.

And then I asked
her what was wrong,

and she said that there's a man at
work that's beginning to scare her.

- Did she say who this man was?
- Nah.

She said that she
had cases with him,

which is why she
couldn't shake him.

- Hey.
- Hi.

What can I get you?

I think...

Belvedere martini.
No olives, no juice.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I've been talking
about you all week.

Nah, that's not
how it sounds like.

Okay.

Shift drink, Clif?

I wasn't, but I will now.

I got these bartender hands.

It's messed up all the time.

How's the drama?

- Same old.
- Yeah? I bet. Mind if I join you?

- Sure, yeah.
- Yeah?

Clifton.

- Barbara.
- Barbara.

Nice to officially meet you.

What is that stuff, that cream?

Yes. This stuff.
Jeanine makes it.

Yeah, it's cocoa butter
infused with weed.

Don't put your
fingers in your mouth.

- You will get very high.
- Okay.

- Thank you for the heads-up.
- Of course. Indeed.

That is so generous. Thank you.

So tell me about your tattoos.

I ask, realizing it's very cliché
to ask about someone's tattoos.

Yeah. I get it.

This. I'm somewhat
of an artist too.

Mainly projection art, but I designed
this during my youthful idiocy.

It's the Yijing.

You know about that?

I know about John Cage,

Brian Eno, and the random
creative operation of things.

Right.

I'm also very familiar
with youthful idiocy.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Rigo.

Guess what I got.

A hit on the second sample
in the Bunny Davis case.

What? How did you do that?

I didn't find any matches
in the whole system.

Yeah. This fool gave
his DNA to Ancestry.com.

Brian Ratzer.

Ratzer. Address?

Do we know anything about him?

Not really, other than he left a
sperm sample at a homicide scene

involving a dead prostitute.

Look, thank you for doing this.

I know you're putting
your ass out on the line.

I'm not doing it for you.
I'm doing it for Carolyn.

Rusty, I'm gonna need you
to chill in there, okay?

Do not say anything.

- Hello, ma'am.
- Hi.

Sorry to disturb
you. We're with CPD.

We're looking for Brian
Ratzer. Is he home?

Hon!

He's down the basement.

Would you like to come
inside and I'll go get him?

Sure.

Hon.

Hon?

- Yeah.
- The police are here.

Please, have a seat.
He'll be right up.

- Great. Thanks.
- Coffee?

Sure.

Hey.

- Hi.
- What can I do for you?

We're looking into some incidents
that happened in this area,

June 16th, 2019.

The night of. We're
just canvassing.

What incident are
you looking into?

Some break-ins.

Not on this street. A few
miles east, on Robertson.

It was a Thursday night. I know
it's a while to think back, but...

I don't need to think back.
I don't know the street.

If it happened at
night, I work nights.

Where do you work?

Hey, can I see your badge?

Sure.

It's just that

- a sex worker was found murdered, so...
- Here we go.

Yeah. Not now, babe, okay?

I said not now.

Okay.

What is this about exactly?

I just told you.

Where do you work, Mr. Ratzer?

Did you answer the question?

I don't need to
answer any questions.

Sooner or later, you're gonna
have to answer the questions.

I mean, you're gonna have to have
the conversation at some point.

Don't I know you from someplace?

Here's my card.

You give me a call when
you're ready to talk.

And if I don't?

I think you're gonna have to.

And I think you know why.

Or maybe we should
ask your wife.

- Hey, Laura.
- Hey.

Yeah?

- It's okay, babe.
- Yeah?

What's going on? Do
you need something?

Just wanted to say thank
you for the coffee.

You're welcome. Is
everything okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

Get the fuck out of here.

I told you not to agitate him.

I just asked him one question.

You are un-fucking-believable.

Why do you look so scared?

Why do you look so scared?

B?

B, what are you doing?

Not taking any chances.

He was riding by her house.

Who's to say he didn't
walk through her garden,

look through her window,
stand on her doormat...

- Hey. Hey.
- Ring her doorbell?

Come on.

I don't think that
Kyle is a suspect.

Rusty.

Sometimes I think you
forget our son is Black.

How did it make you feel to
see your dad go in her house?

You wanna talk about it?

No.

- You must have feelings.
- But I don't wanna talk about them.

Kyle.

A lot worse shit has happened
since I saw him go in her house.

You kidding?

This is ridiculous.

I made zero progress, not
that we often do right off.

Early sessions can be more
about establishing trust,

and I think I failed there too.

Look, speaking to the...

the bigger issue, I think we
need to redraw some lines.

Okay. What do you mean?

This thing has become way
too layered and loaded

for me to treat you, Rusty, Rusty and
you, and now Kyle in the midst of...

It really should be
one therapist per.

Per? Like we have
that kind of money.

I think I should take
you, and only you.

I know.

Can you s...

I think it's possible that
you do wanna forgive Rusty

and stay married to him.

I also think it's possible...

I suspect even more likely...
that your limbic system is just...

it's going full-bore.

You are in self-defense mode, trying
to save your marriage for your kids,

doing whatever you consciously
or unconsciously deem necessary.

You have always been about
preservation of family.

But I also think it's possible that when
the kids are grown or off to college,

this compulsion to forgive

could metastasize
into something else,

like anger or hatred even.

Could be it's already happening.

Look, your husband fell in
love with another woman.

He's now facing trial
for killing her.

You need your own therapist.

So, Eugenia came by
my office earlier.

What did she say?
Why? What did she say?

Hey, hey.

I got no issue with you calling
her as a witness, all right?

It's just... If she's
gonna be your witness,

it might help for her
to be in your camp.

Tell me what she said.

She said that...

She said that you're
an asshole, all right?

But we know you
can be a little...

Okay. Listen, I'm my best
prosecutorial-self when I'm angry.

You know that.

Yeah, but if your plan is to rely on
hostile witnesses to make your case...

Eugenia will bend over any
which way she can to help Rusty.

I think she's a little
in love with him.

I need to tell her
to toe the line.

No. The line you need to toe is
one of hard evidence, all right?

Character assassination
is not gonna get it done.

I'll give you hard
evidence. Don't worry.

I am worried. I'm worried.

Raymond's asked for a meeting.

Why? What about?

Well, I can only imagine it's because
he thinks he's got a play on a plea.

And if he thinks that, he must
feel that he's got us by the balls.

He hasn't got my balls, Tommy.

Has he got yours?

There's no chance of any plea.

No. Plus, we need to find out if there
are other sex workers in the area

and if they can
recognize Ratzer.

I mean, the guy fucking knows
something. I'm sure of it.

- Of course.
- You ready?

- Yeah. Look, I'll call you back.
- Sure.

Can you take me through
that night again?

You said you were at
the office that night.

Yes.

A few of us were working
late on Raymond's campaign,

ostensibly working on
Raymond's campaign.

Ostensibly?

Well, I was mostly texting.

And getting no messages back...

which I wasn't really
handling very well.

And she was basically ghosting
me, so I needed somewhere to go.

And what time did
you leave the office?

A little after 8:30.

So I'd sometimes eat
out because I just...

I wasn't in any
state to go home.

I don't really remember
much from the bar.

Guess I had a few
things to drink.

Maybe I ordered
another. I don't know.

And then she texted back,

and I was off to the races.

So the text from her
comes in at 9:24 p.m.

Michael Caldwell's photos
show you arriving at 9:49.

What happened?

I mean, I don't know how much
detail you want here, but...

Hey.

What happened...

- What?
- I just...

What happened?

I don't know why
you're so angry.

What happened?

Miss you so much.

Well, mostly, we argued.

You argued?

I wanted to get back
together, and she didn't,

- and, I mean, that was pretty much it.
- Stop.

- Hey.
- Leave!

Cell metadata has you arriving
home at 11:00 on the nose.

It's a 20-minute drive from her house
to yours, which means you left at 10:40.

You were at her
house for 51 minutes.

Long argument.

Get the fuck out of here.

And then you just
left after that?

Then we kissed goodbye.

You kissed?

Yes, and then I went home.

When she kissed me, she knew
that it would give me hope.

I mean, the kiss
got me to the car.

It got me to go home.

But when I got home,
I realized that...

that hope had just
turned into cruelty.

She knew what she was doing.

She was fucking cruel.

So, what's your take so far?

Well, on the case, I kind
of like where we're at.

They'll have a hard time
making their burden.

At the same time, 51 minutes.

They'll argue it's long enough to
have tied her, cleaned the scene.

Or had sex, or argued, or
had a fight and made up.

What about Rusty?

Thoughts about putting
him on the stand?

There is no way we let that man
anywhere near the witness chair.

Agreed.

What'd we find out about Ratzer?

There's gotta be
something there.

He got an alibi?

Right, no prior arrests?

We use CPD in Illinois State?

We got nothing. All right. Well,
he was with Reynolds, right?

Well, he was there with
Reynolds, with Bunny Davis.

We just have to
fucking prove it.

Yeah, just keep...
just keep at it.

Just keep pushing.

Fuck.

Hey, Molto.

Okay. Thank you.

Yeah?

Hey...

I know that we said a lot to each
other the other night. And...

I just want you to know
that I heard... I heard you.

Rusty, can we talk about
this when I get home?

I'm just about to
step into the market.

- Yeah, of course. Yeah.
- Okay?

I love you.

Love you.

You know, I'm really starting to
understand the allure of day drinking.

You ever night drink?

I have appearances to uphold.

Like what?

Mom. Wife.

All the shit you probably
don't wanna hear about.

Oh, on the contrary.

Yeah, I'm deeply curious on what
it's like to be you right now.

Honestly...

I don't know.

Well, if you ever want to talk
and should I not be here...

Thank you.

- Hey, Chris.
- Hey, Raymond.

- Helen.
- Hey.

Eugenia.

Oh, my God. Hi. Raymond.
Oh, my God. How are you?

I'm hanging in. You?

I'm on the witness list.

- I saw that.
- Yeah.

I knew about the two of 'em.

Well, I wouldn't lose any sleep.

We're not denying
the relationship.

Okay.

Well, do me a favor, will you?

Tell Rusty I have no intent of
giving testimony against him, okay?

- I'll do that.
- Thank you.

- Hi, guys.
- Raymond.

It's good to see you, as always.

Yes.

Okay, let's get right to it.

You two have a really fucking lousy
case, and I think you both know it.

I mean, it's not a
complete nothing burger.

He was there, last
seen with her.

That's something, but
it's shitty all the same.

We disagree.

Not a drop of her blood found in
Rusty's car, none of her DNA at all.

Blood and guts
everywhere at her home,

not so much as a
microscopic drop in his car.

- He cleaned it.
- Or on his clothing.

- Cleaned it also.
- No murder weapon.

Disposed of it.

You're not gonna be able to
settle on a theory, you know?

Being tied up like that,
that speaks to premeditation.

Death by fire poker?
Heat of passion.

Right from the get-go, your
case is a fucking mess.

Well, we love a challenge.

I know that there is a reason

you brought the lesser
charge of obstruction,

and I would've done
the same thing,

so you could get him on something.
'Cause walking away with nothing...

What is your point?

I can see that someone's
been directed not to speak.

- Smart.
- All right, great. Please, just...

Rusty cannot risk spending the
rest of his natural life in prison,

and you cannot
chance an acquittal

and the obliteration of all
of your political capital.

We'll cop to the
obstruction, three years.

Ray, you seriously think we'll plead
it out on an obstruction charge?

Nico, you know you
moved too fast.

Tommy, he was dying
for a suspect.

The idea that it could possibly
have been Rusty, well...

Is that right? Fuck you.

Let's talk about your bigger
problem sitting right here.

You've got a shitty,
circumstantial case,

first-chaired by a fucking
nickel-and-dimer, going against me.

You're not stupid, Nico.

I'm giving you a conviction.

And with Judge Lyttle,

I've got a very good shot at a
required finding of not guilty.

That is a political death knell.

I'm offering you
an escape hatch.

- What's this?
- Just have a read. Just check it out.

Why am I just seeing this now?

We just got it ourselves.

That wasn't the
kind of sex we have.

Well, not for a
long time, anyway.

Was it the kind of
sex you had with her?

No.

She isn't you.

She wasn't.

I think what I find
hard to understand is...

did you ask yourself...

what you were willing to lose?

We were so far
apart, you and me.

I feel like, at the time, we
couldn't even have a conversation.

But she woke something
up inside me, you know?

Something...

that I thought was dead.

When you said I needed
to take responsibility...

B, I don't think I
meant it the way you...

I don't think you
were wrong, Rusty.

I think we allowed ourselves...

to drift apart.

Even the sex we just had now, it felt
like we were trying to prove something.

That what we had is still there.

Is it?

Fucking Raymond.

I'm gonna take it.

Hey.

- Rusty.
- Yeah.

Our case just took a turn.

Your skin was found under
Carolyn's fingernails.

What? That's... Wait.
That's impossible.

It's in the report. I
just learned about it.

No. It's... I... Ray,
she never scratched me.

Like... It's a fucking lie.

DNA is DNA, Rusty.

No, it's a lie. I... Oh, my God.

I can't believe that they're
going ahead and doing this.

Who?

Fucking Molto and Delay,
and Kumagai, all of them.

- Oh, come on.
- What do you mean?

I... She never scratched me.

It's fucking planted.
They don't have a case.

They have no case, so they're
fucking trying to frame me.

Dad!

Come on! Open it up! I
know you're in there!

- Fuck. What?
- There's gotta be a reason for this.

- Dad!
- No, I...

- What is it? What's going on?
- There's someone at the door!

Raymond, hold on. What's wrong?

- I don't know.
- Hey, calm down.

- I was just watching TV and...
- Okay.

Honey, honey, calm
down. It's okay.

Hey! Stop banging at my door!

- Who is it?
- I don't know!

Rusty. Jaden!

- You come and fuck with my family!
- Dad, who is that?

- Hold on! Just stop!
- I'm gonna call the cops.

No! Do not call the police,
Barbara. Just let me think.

Open this door up.

- Jaden, step away from the door!
- Step away!

- Open the fucking door!
- Just ho...

- Rusty.
- Mr. Ratzer! Listen to me.

- You come and fuck with my family...
- I'm the one you want.

- Step away from my house.
- I'll fuck with your family!

- Honey, come here. Honey.
- Mr. Ratzer!

- Listen to me...
- Rusty. Hello?

One more time! I swear to God!

- Rusty!
- Dad!

- Rusty, Stop!
- Enough! Look at me!

- Please! Dad.
- Rusty!