"Previously on The Firm" "What?" "I'm your defense lawyer, Sarah--I'm Mitch McDeere." "Why would a 27-year-old kill a 71-year-old woman in her sleep?" "I didn't." "Her name is Sarah Holt." "McDeere is meeting with her now." "I'm his boss." "Whatever he learns, I learn." "Now, is that all?" "No." "We have another problem." "When Sarah Holt was arrested, she had a laptop with her." "It was provided by her employer, and let's just say it had sensitive information." "It's Joey Morolto Jr." "Junior turned 25 this week." "As a little birthday gift, they made him boss of the family." "Sorry Mr. Morolto, but you needed to see this right away." "It's definitely McDeere." "Our people say he surfaced in DC a few months ago." "We are in a code red." "You need to get out of there." "What?" "Why?" "Andrew, listen to me, I found something." "I'm not sure what, but someone just tried to kill me." "Keep him talking." "Mitch, buddy, where are you?" "Sorry!" "Jerk!" "Abby, Claire?" "They're down below." "We're all here." "New phone." "Tammy, untie us." "No, no, no, it's okay." "Yeah, 'cause you look like you're okay." "Out there is okay." "The idea of a boat." "Ray, shut it down." "It's okay." "Well untie or not untie?" "Wait, I got chased, but I lost them." "It's okay." "Well, it can't be great, or we wouldn't be here." "Martin Moxon is dead." "Oh my God." "I go to meet with the guy." "As I'm going, I notice two guys following me." "I start to run, they chase me." " What did they look like?" " Morolto-ey?" "No, not mob guys." "Too polished." "So I make it to the hotel room." "I don't even say two words to Moxon, and these guys, they're banging at the door." "Moxon, he freaks..." "And he jumps to his death." "Whoa." "I lose them, and I come here." "So were they after you or him?" "Look, they intercepted you before you met Moxon." "Maybe what they were after was in your briefcase - which is where?" "It's at the hotel." "So maybe they got what they wanted." "And maybe you're safe." "I called Andrew on the way." "In a code red, the only people we trust are right here, right now." "Okay, Andrew, he represents Moxon's insurance company." "He knows the guy personally." "I can't know what we're into, until I know what this is about." "I'll be back within an hour." "Stay in phone contact." "Got it." "Detective, the room reservation was in the name of a Mitch McDeere." "Someone matching the desk clerk's description of McDeere was seen rushing off just after Moxon's fall." "Until we know better, this gets treated as a homicide." "Circulate the description and put out an APB on this Mitch McDeere." "First day of trial." "And I have to go to the jail this morning to talk to Sarah Holt." "Two murder defendants in one morning." "That's a lot on your plate." "Mhmm." "I'll get up in a minute and fix your traditional lucky chicory coffee." "Or we could inaugurate a new first trial day tradition." "I didn't know you were coming." "That's because I shouldn't be here, Sarah." "I have a trial starting this morning, and I should be preparing for it." "But instead, we need to discuss why the ME's report says Margaret Whittaker was smothered to death." "What?" "That's not possible." "She was murdered, Sarah." "I didn't kill her." "They have evidence." "The ventilator in Margaret's room, it kept a record of her breathing patterns overnight." "That log shows that it was turned off intentionally by someone inside the room." "I never went near her ventilator." "Somebody did." "I wouldn't even know how..." "Why would I kill that woman?" "I just met her that day." "I'm innocent, you have to believe me!" "So her son, a deputy sheriff, was the only other person there that night." "You're saying he did it?" "I don't know anything about that." "But I didn't kill her." "We are looking into the son." "And if he had motive to kill his mother, we'll find it." "I'm due in court." "Where are we on Whittaker's son?" "I found out there's a disciplinary file on this guy, so I'm going to go down to the station and check it out." "All right, well keep me posted," "I'm running late for court." "This psychotherapist trial, she ought to have a field day with you." "Me?" "If I introduce her to you, bro, she could retire." "Talk to you later." "Really?" "What?" "Little obvious, no?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Going to work." "Have fun!" "Cutting it close." "Busy morning." "Avoidance behaviour." "Doesn't exactly inspire confidence in a client on the first day for her trial for murder." "You know what they say, doc." ""Sometimes a busy morning is just a busy morning"." "It's hard to imagine." "A beautiful woman, a respected therapist, being guilty of murder." "But the fact is she was driven to it." "Dr. Elle Larson was being stalked." "Stalked by one of her own patients." "He was a violent, obsessive man who very possibly wanted her dead." "And when the law failed to protect her," "Elle Larson took matters into her own hands." "The evidence will show that Dr. Larson set this man up." "She called him, let him believe there was something between them." "She set up a meeting at his home, and there she drugged and shot him and staged his death to look like a suicide." "Hard to imagine now." "But it won't be when this is over." "Hard to imagine." "You know why?" "Because it didn't happen." "Hard to imagine is what prosecutors admit when their case doesn't make sense." "Yes, Elle Larson was stalked." "Yes, Elle Larson was terrorized by her own patient, but she didn't kill him." "This was a suicide." "The evidence will show that Elle Larson was never at the scene." "The evidence will show that Elle Larson is innocent." "And I have no trouble imagining you allowing her to finally go home." "Nicely done." "Mr. Morolto, McDeere is wide open." "We can take him at any time." "♪" " It's unfair." " It's a ***." "The detective who handled my stalking complaint, to whom I confided all of my panic, all of my fear - he's the prosecution's first witness against me?" "Because they're trying to allege motive." "Now, did you ever say that you hated Tilman?" "Oh, I'm sure I did." "That you wanted him dead?" "Conceivably?" "I don't..." "I don't know." "This detective, did he strike you as an honest cop?" "I suppose." "C'mon, you're a shrink." "You can do better than that." "Okay, then, yes." "I would say he struck me as honest." "Good." "We can use that." "Quite the cryptic man of mystery." "I met Dr. Larson at the precinct." "I was assigned to a complaint she filed against a former patient." "Who was that patient?" "Gregory Tilman." "27, worked as a mortgage broker." "It's not common, but we do see patients who become obsessed with their doctors." "She thought he was violent?" "Violent, compulsive, capable of narcissistic rage." "But she continued treating him?" "At first." "After a while she stopped and referred him to another psychiatrist." "How did he respond to that?" "Not well." "Harassing phone calls, angry voice mails, unscheduled visits to her office." "Then he became more aggressive." "Aggressive, how?" "On one occasion, Dr. Larson was walking to her car." "She saw Mr. Tilman across the street." "He smiled, pulled back his jacket, and showed a gun on his waistband." " Did she report that incident?" " Yes" "A few days later, she got a letter to her office with a single word, "die", written in blood." "Human blood?" "No, we later determined the blood to be canine." "And detective, when was the last incident Dr. Larson reported?" "It was four days before Mr. Tilman was found." "Dr. Larson said she was sleeping in her bed when she sensed someone was stroking her arm." "She woke up to find a man in her room." "He got into her apartment?" "It was too dark for her to make an id, but we assume it was him." "He must have climbed the fire escape." "Dr. Larson screamed, and he ran out." "Thank you." "No further questions." "Detective, you never arrested Greg Tilman, did you?" "I couldn't." "All I had was a gun handle across the street, and an anonymous letter." "But he broke into her home." "Assuming it was him;" "that case was circumstantial." "So you let it go." "Look, nobody feels worse about this than me." "Half my cases, I can't touch the guy." "I know it's him, but I've got to sit around and wait 'til he actually hurts somebody." "So it's the system's fault?" "The system sucks." "Is that your question for me?" "Detective, have you had a chance to examine the file on Tilman's death?" "Yes, I have." "And, as an experienced investigator, what is your professional opinion on how he died?" "He shot himself in the head." "Move to strike!" "So, you think this was a suicide?" "Yes, I do." "Objection!" "What the witness thinks is not the issue!" "Look, I questioned Tilman, he was highly disturbed." "Detective, one more word, and I will show you highly disturbed." "Thank you, detective." "No further questions." "The witness may step down." "Again, very impressive." "Court is adjourned." "We will resume at 9 am tomorrow." "I have to get back to my office." "I'll see you in court tomorrow morning." "Shut the door." "Where are we on Sarah Holt's laptop?" "Do the police still have it?" "Yes, but " "Andrew, it contains incriminating evidence in a murder investigation that could lead back to this firm." "There's no reason to think they'll find what's on it." "Or, if they did, they'd even know what it was." "Wishing and hoping won't cut it, Andrew." "See to it that this doesn't become a problem." "This guy say anything?" "He glared." "Not, glared, but..." "I don't know, it just wasn't a normal look." "And then, when I turned around, he was gone." "Hey, what aren't you telling us?" "A few weeks ago, Louis came to see me." "He's a us Marshall, so he's paid to be paranoid." "But he is not happy that we left the program." "I said we were fine, and that Morolto was dead and it was over." "He said Morolto had a kid." "And that that son had been made the new boss of the family." "And you didn't feel the need to make us all aware?" "Look, he assured me that there was no indication from any of his sources, wire-taps, informants, that there was any danger." "But then, I thought I saw a suspicious car by the house." "Suspicious, how?" "It was probably nothing, but Louis, he said to keep our eyes open." "What, for suspicious cars?" "And glarey dudes in court?" "Hey, guys, will you give us a minute, please?" "We're fine, Abby." "We are not fine." "I want to talk to Louis myself." "On a company provided laptop, can you wipe a hard drive remotely?" "Sure." "We've installed a security chip that can be activated by a cellphone." "The computer's just got to be on." "Chip sends out a signal when it's powered up." "As company counsel," "I direct you to begin around the clock monitoring vigilance on Sarah Holt's laptop." "You don't eat, sleep, or crap." "Nothing distracts you from wiping that hard drive the moment that computer's switched on." "Hey..." "I'm sorry for not saying anything about my talk with Louis." "Seeing the car." "After everything we've been through, it was wrong." "We can't keep things from each other." "We can't." "And it won't happen again." "Are you having second thoughts?" "About leaving Witness Protection?" "We agreed about that." "We deserve a second chance at a normal life." "Maybe that's why I didn't say anything." "And there's really no cause for concern?" "I don't know." "We need to take out McDeere." "That's one option." "I don't understand." "McDeere took down your father." "He's got payback due." "Our guy's on standby." "Just give the word." "I'll think about it." "Nobody kills until I say it's time." "The victim was found at his desk." "A single gunshot wound to the right temporal lobe." "The gun was still in his hand." "And as medical forensic analyst, you examined the body?" "Yes." "The original call indicated suicide." "But the evidence convinced me otherwise." "What evidence?" "A bottle of prescription drugs was found in the victim's apartment." "What kind of drugs?" "Psychotropic." "Extremely powerful." "Prescribed by Dr. Larson." "Now doctor, you ordered toxicology to determine the amount of this drug in Mr. Tilman's body?" "Yes, I did." "I found a massive quantity." "Too massive." "Enough to render a man his size completely disabled." "And this is your medical opinion?" "Yes." "If Mr. Tilman took those pills, there's no way he had the presence of mind to fire a gun." "Was there any sign of how Mr. Tilman ingested those pills?" "Yes." "We found two wine glasses in his apartment." "One tested positive for traces of the drug." "Both were wiped clean of prints." "Lastly, doctor..." "Was there anything about the victim's gunshot wound that caused you concern?" "Yes." "In self-inflicted gunshot cases, you expect the bullet to enter at a slightly upward angle." "In this case, the opposite was true." "The angle was slightly downwards, as if someone were standing over the body when the shot was fired." "Thank you." "No further questions." " How long would it take?" " Excuse me?" "The medication." "How long after he took the pills before he was incapacitated?" "Within a matter of minutes." "More than enough time to commit suicide." "The angle of the bullet, you say it was downward." "Yes, normally, I'd expect to see " "I understand what you'd expect." "But what are we talking, a few degrees?" "You expected this, but you got this?" "Yes." "So a diagnosed psychotic lifts his arm an extra few inches, and you think it's murder?" "There was gunshot residue on the victim's hand." "Yes." "And stippling burns on his skin." "A star-like pattern for the wound." "All consistent with suicide." "Yes." "Thank you." "No further questions." "The witness is excused." "Your honour, may I request a brief recess to attend to a pressing matter?" "Granted." "Trial will resume in 30 minutes' time." "Well I must be losing my mojo." "I am unaccustomed to not having someone's full attention." "I won't be long." "I know you've spoken to Mitch already, but I wanted to hear for myself about Joey Morolto Jr." "And the suspicious car outside our house." "And the man Mitch saw in the gallery." "I hadn't heard about those last two until just a couple of minutes ago." "Since we last spoke, has there been any new evidence of a threat?" "None that we've picked up." "And we monitor this on an ongoing basis." "Okay." "But..." "My doctor's always saying in the overwhelming majority of cases, first symptom of a heart attack is sudden death." "We don't want to get to an equivalent thing here." "Look, I'm not reckless or an idiot." "I'm not going to put myself or the people I love at risk, but I also don't want to live out the rest of my life in pointless fear." "And I completely agree." "I'm of the excessive caution school." "But if you're asking if we've received any specific threats, the answer's still no." "But you have to tell us if you spot anything hinky." "Message already sent and received." "Oh, um..." "I'm Tammy Hemphill, I work with Mitch McDeere." "Is he due back anytime soon?" "I hope so." "I would hate for my murder trial to resume without my defense counsel." "Yeah." "Is he always like this?" "Like what?" "Absent, distracted when present?" "Mitch is the finest lawyer I know." "I'm sure he'll be back." "Mind if I...?" "Please." "You're the therapist, right?" "That's right." "Yeah." "People must do this all the time." "They do." "But that's all right." "I seem to have time on my hands." "Okay." "Well say there was this guy, and he had an incredible girlfriend that he'd been with for like 10 years and she essentially gave up her life to stay with him because she's really cool and she just loves him so much." "I mean, if this guy didn't then want to marry her, psychologically, what is that about?" "Well, I would turn the question around and I would ask, 'what is it about the woman, that marriage is so important to her'?" "Oh." "Well..." "That's..." "You know, I'd have to ask her." "You should do that." "Hey Tammy." "Hi Mitch." "I brought you Sarah Holt's laptop." "The police just released it." "Oh, great." "I want you to print something out for me." "Wait, you're doing that now?" "Tammy, would you take this back to the office, please?" "You got it." "It was a pleasure meeting you." "Have a great day!" "Thanks, tam." "We should get back." "In a minute." "We need to discuss this unacceptable level of distraction." "I'm not distracted." "You can't be that self-unaware." "If there's something else that's going on in your personal or professional life that is more than important than me spending the rest of my life in prison for something I did not do, then I wish you'd indicated as much" "when I was deciding to hire you." "Or is this a coping mechanism, where you just spread yourself so thin that no one loss really stings that badly?" "If I want a therapy session, I will pay for one." "Just tell me, do I need another lawyer?" "Absolutely not." "I got this." "My name is Norman Kincaid." "I'm 47." "Employed as a security officer for Northeast Mutual Bank." "Mr. Kincaid, did you know Gregory Tilman?" "Not really." "I know he lived in my building." "Were you at home the night Mr. Tilman died?" "Yes." "My daughter's sixteen." "That night, she was at the senior prom with an older boy, so I was up late." "Why is that?" "She missed her curfew, so I stayed up, sitting at the window, staring at every passing car." "Please tell us what you saw." "Around 2, a green Pontiac with tinted windows drove by real slow." "And that's when I saw the defendant." " Dr. Larson?" " Yes." "She was crossing the street, coming into the building." "So, just to be clear, you saw the defendant enter your building that night?" "You're sure?" "Yes." "About an hour before my daughter got home." "Thank you." "Nothing further." "The truth is, when you found out Mr. Tilman had been murdered, you didn't go to the police, did you." "No." "In fact, you didn't say anything about my client until a detective was canvassing your building with her photograph." "I didn't know what I saw was important." "The fact is, Mr. Kincaid, you wanted to be a cop, didn't you." "But you couldn't make it out of the academy." "For health reasons." "So here you are, working bank security, plastic badge." "Go to hell." "The police show you a photograph, and you say what they want to hear to impress them." "You don't know if that was my client." "I saw her." "By your own testimony, you were waiting for your daughter, anxiously staring at every passing car." "Is it really your testimony, that as you were staring into the tinted windows of this green Pontiac, you were able to make a definitive id of my client out of the corner of your eye?" "That building has 53 units." "That woman could have been anybody." "No." "It was her." "Deputy Whittaker." "Yeah." "I got a copy of your disciplinary file regarding a domestic violence complaint, filed by a Carmen Escu." "Is that your girlfriend?" "Who's asking?" "You got temper issues, deputy?" "Because, if so, I can relate." "You with internal affairs?" "'Cause you don't look like it." "I'm lead investigator on the Sarah Holt defence team." "The one that killed my mother?" "Did she?" "I found it interesting to discover that the only other person there then night your mom died would seem to have a history of violence against women." "You accusing me of killing my own mother?" "Huh?" "Is that what you're saying?" "Just say it!" "I'd say you've got temper issues." "I'll pick you up when I'm done here, probably about five-ish." "Love you." "Is Claire at a friend's?" "With all this Morolto talk, your job is to stop me from calling every five minutes to check on her." "This is cake." "You wait 'til she hits puberty." "She's gonna get in a car with some boy, and you're gonna want Ray to tail 'em." "Can I get your take on something?" "Of course." "I asked this shrink that Mitch is representing about Ray not wanting to get married." "And she totally turned it back on me, asking me, 'well, why is it so important that you want to get married?" "' like it was my problem somehow wanting that." "I swear, it was like Ray was doing this ventriloquist act through this woman." "Maybe this therapist is onto something." "What?" "It's my problem?" "No, it's nobody's problem." "But maybe, if you could articulate for yourself what it would mean for you to marry Ray, you perhaps could explain it to him in a way that he would appreciate and understand." "You think?" "I don't know." "What's happening with that computer?" "No, no, no!" "Oh no!" "Oh my God!" "Don't die!" "I'm gonna try and save something!" "I need to get a flash drive." "We need these files!" "This is what she was working on that night!" "Oh my God, save something!" "Oh crap." "God, don't." "Your husband's gonna kill me." "Twice." "Yeah." "It's done." "Sarah Holt's hard drive has been wiped." "Mitch, a word?" "Any interest in taking a plea?" "Why would I?" "Because this is about to get ugly." "Pass." "Suit yourself." "Your honour, the people would like to call Vincent Hughes to the stand." "Mr. Hughes, will you please tell the jury what you do for a living?" "I'm a pharmacist, here in the city." "The pharmacist who filled this prescription for Gregory Tilman, the one found in his apartment?" "I filled it the night of his death." "Did Mr. Tilman pick it up that night?" "No, Dr. Larson came to get it herself." "Really?" "And somehow it magically appeared in his apartment without her presence?" "You wanted my full attention?" "Well, you sure as hell got it now." "I didn't think about the pharmacist." "So you were there?" "Yes, but I didn't shoot him." "I need the truth now." "What did happen that night?" "After Tilman broke into my apartment," "I tried everything to get away from him." "I stayed at my friend's apartment," "I saw patients in another office, but he found me." "How did you know it was him?" "Because he was following me!" "I saw the same green car everywhere I went." "The windows were too dark for me to see him, but he was there." "And then one night, I saw him parked right across the street from my friend's apartment." "And I was scared." "He was going to kill me, and the police couldn't do anything about it." "And so you called Tilman." "I had to do something." "So I took matters into my own hands." "He was off his medication." "And I thought if I could go to him, and let him see how terrified and upset he was making me, then I could persuade him to resume his medication in return for becoming my patient again." "It sounds crazy and reckless now, but I was desperate." "So picked up the medication and I went to Mr. Tilman's apartment." "I could tell he'd been drinking." "I tried to reason with him." "Pleaded with him to go back on his meds, but he only became agitated, belligerent, aggressive." "I felt panicked." "And I felt trapped." "He poured me a glass of wine and while he was occupied," "I emptied some pills into his glass." "I was not trying to kill him." "I just wanted to immobilize him, so that I could get away." "We drank the wine." "Then he wanted to dance." "Those three minutes in his arms were the longest of my entire life." "When I tried to pull away, he attacked me." "I tried to get away, and we struggled." "He threw me down, and he stood over me, waving his gun." "I thought I was going to die." "And then, finally, the drugs kicked in, and he collapsed." "I got up and I ran out of there as fast as I could." "I'm sorry." "Thank you." "Nothing further." "You got caught in a lie, didn't you, doctor?" "You told the police you never went to the victim's apartment, but now that we can prove you did, you admit it." "Yes." "You also now admit that you drugged Gregory Tilman." "Yes." "As a doctor, you knew the dosage that would incapacitate him, and you intentionally gave him enough to do just that." "Yes." "Nonetheless, you want us to accept that he wasn't incapacitated - that he got up, walked to the desk, lifted the gun to his head, and conveniently ended his own life." "But the truth is, Dr. Larson, you were desperate." "So, as you said, you took matters into your own hands." "The police couldn't help you, so you ended this yourself." "You let Tilman believe that you cared about him, then you drugged him and shot him and made it look like a suicide." "No, I did not." "You have to believe me." "When I left, he was alive." "Carmen Escu?" "Do I know you?" "No, Ray McDeere." "Private investigator, I'm working on a case." "I understand Eugene Whittaker is your ex-boyfriend." "Yeah." "I'd like to ask about your domestic violence complaint." "I don't want to talk about that." "It's in relation to a murder investigation." "Could be important." "Well, it was the night I broke up with him." "Things were said and he got a little physical, is all." "That's why you ended it, because he had a tendency towards violence?" "No, no, no, nothing like that." "It was about his mother." "What about his mother?" "He was just totally under her thumb." "At her Beck and call, 24/7." "I just got tired of playing second fiddle all the time." "So I ended it." "Told him if he ever grew a pair and cut the apron strings to look me up again." "What's the murder case?" "Who was the victim?" "Your ex's mother." "Deputy Whittaker's tired of being mommy-whipped, he wants his hot stuff girlfriend back." "Oh, you thought she was hot?" "He surprises Sarah Holt at the apartment, she rushes out, he grabs his chance, figures he can hang it on Sarah." "He's a cop, he knows how it's gonna look." "It's reasonable doubt." "Why would he risk it?" "The woman is dying." "Oh, speaking of things dying," "I had a mishap with Sarah's computer today." "Not her fault." "I was there." "I took it in and the repair guy said the CPU's copasetic, but the hard drive's completely wiped." "That's odd." "Look, I can't even worry about that right now," "I'm just too jammed up with this Larson case." "Do you think she shot him?" "Tilman was a big guy." "Dead weight, passed out, how'd she lift him into the chair?" "So maybe he did shoot himself." "All I know is if I saw that car following me, knowing my stalker had found me again," "I'd have so left town." "What did she say?" "A green car with tinted windows." "Someone else saw a green car." "The eye witness neighbour saw a green car with tinted windows the night he spotted Larson walk by." "You think it was the same car?" "If it was, it wasn't Tilman driving, he was in the apartment." "So who was it?" "I think I know." "Your honour, the defence calls detective William Quinn back to the stand." "Detective, who is Madeline Poule?" "Another woman who'd come to me with a stalking complaint." "And what were you, as a police officer, able to do for her?" "Other than help her get a restraining order, not much." "And what happened to miss Poule?" "She was found murdered a week later." "And the restraining order?" "It was balled up, and shoved in her mouth." "Relevance, your honour." "Connect dots, Mr. McDeere." "Detective, as an active investigator, you are assigned a police vehicle, correct?" "Yes." "An unmarked Pontiac, green, with tinted windows." "That's correct." "My client had seen that car following her outside of where she lived, at her new office." "She thought Tilman had found her again." "But, in fact, it was you following my client, wasn't it, detective?" "You'd seen too many women hurt or killed because the law wouldn't let you do your job." "And you weren't going to let that happen again." "Your honour..." "I will allow it." "The witness will answer." "Something like that." "You were there that night, weren't you - the night Greg Tilman died." "You followed my client all the way to Tilman's building." "I did not." "Must have been confusing watching your complainant walk into her stalker's building." "Objection." "You waited, didn't you." "And after a few minutes, you saw Dr. Larson run out, panicked." "Her blouse torn." "Speculation, your honour." "Your honour, the detective drives a green Pontiac with tinted windows - the same car matching the same description was there that night." "That gives me a good faith-basis to confront this witness." "I agree." "Overruled." "So you went inside, didn't you." "You wanted to see what she was doing there." "And that's when you found Tilman drugged, and unconscious on the floor." "You saw the wine glasses, the open prescription bottle, and you were thinking, 'now I'm going to have to arrest Dr. Larson.' objection!" "You were frustrated, and powerless." "Everything was upside down." "But you couldn't just walk away." "You couldn't let this turn into what happened with Madeline Poule." "Make youpoint, Mr. McDeere." "So you did something." "You protected Elle Larson." "Tilman's gun was there, and so you made this look like a suicide, didn't you?" "Move to strike all of this, your honour." "Answer the question, detective." "No." "You want my answer?" "Everything you've said about that night is a lie." "Madam foreperson, has the jury reached a verdict?" "We have, your honour." "On the sole count of murder, we the jury find the defendant, Dr. Elle Larson..." "Not guilty." "Members of the jury, this completes your service." "Ms. Larson, you are free to go." "We are adjourned." "I can't thank you enough." "No thanks necessary." "They understood what went down." "But you made them understand." "Here, by way of thanks." "My number." "My office number." "Who knows - with all your juggling and multi-tasking, if you ever feel you're losing a handle, the first session's on me." "You never know." "Good luck." "Detective." "Counsellor, congratulations." "To us both." "I don't know what you mean." "It's ironic, the times in your career when you knew someone was guilty and just couldn't prove it." "It's funny how that sometimes happens." "Maybe I was there." "Maybe when I went into Tilman's apartment, he was conscious." "Maybe he did want me to arrest her." "Maybe he was crazy enough to tell me he wouldn't let up 'til she was dead." "So you killed him?" "Nah." "I'm just talkin' hypotheticals, counsellor." "See ya 'round." "Hey." "Hey." "Can you sit a minute?" "I have something I want to say." "I've taken a lot of time to think about why our getting married is so important to me." "Never mind!" "No, no, it's okay, say it." "Just... say it." "Well, I've watched you over the years." "And I see how important family is to you," "Mitch, Abby, and Claire." "They're your whole world." "They're the ones you rely on the most." "And I get that." "But where I'm from, there's your kin and then there's everybody else." "And I just wanted to be that to you, family." "That's all." "I understand, I just..." "What?" "Not everything in my life has worked out." "I guess I don't want to disappoint you." "It's simple then." "Just don't." "Good news." "We were able to remotely wipe Sarah Holt's laptop." "Verifiably?" "The it tech confirms." "Stay on top of McDeere." "The whole point of affiliating with him was to keep tabs on the Holt case." "Any other fires need putting out, it's distinctly on you." "But Andrew..." "Good job." "Okay, I see Andrew, he's here." "Mitch, be careful." "Look, it's okay." "Andrew's a friend." "I'm just going to see if he can tell us what's going on." "Mcdeere just arrived." "Do not lose him again."