Doubt

Previously on Doubt...

I can make it palatable. Man two.

Recommendation for minimum. He'll be out in two years.

Have you and Gemma set a wedding date?

She called it off. Over the dog?

I'm not good husband material. I work too much.

You shouldn't have kissed me. It can't happen again.

I know. We should keep things professional.

But it's not, Sadie. It's personal.

I found something to run past you.

This is from before

Billy and Amy left the party.,

and this one from after he came back from Gramercy Park.

He changed his shirt.

Morning, Calvin.

I didn't know you ran along the river.

Yeah, you did.

We used to jog this path together, Sadie.

Have you forgotten our thing?

It wasn't a thing.

It was one time, ten years ago. Twice.

Same night, counts as once. How's your wife?

Great, but you didn't accost me on my morning run to talk about Jane.

- What do you want? - I got the Brennan discovery.

- Did you like that? - Yeah, I loved it.

There's nothing there.

Same old circumstantial case.

So you're up early in spandex to criticize my case?

- Being a bully is your strategy? - How are you gonna explain

a 17-year-old kid beating a girl to death,

and managing not to get any blood on his shirt?

So this is a fishing expedition.

You want me to divulge my strategy.

I want to know if you have one.

I guess you'll find out in my opening statement.

Now, if you don't mind,

I gotta get my heart rate up.

Your stamina's sure improved since the old days.

I'm powered my righteousness.

Good morning.

Mr. Roth, hi. I mean, good morning.

Nice to see someone else here early.

Yeah, I was just studying for the bar, uh...

Back in prison, they used to wake us up at 4:00 a.m.,

so, old habits, right?

Of course. You're working hard.

Good man.

A man on his way to the gallows.

That can't be good.

Nope.

And I'm meeting my lawyer at the Met,

which is, I gotta say, kinda weird.

Yep.

The Last Moments of John Brown, huh?

I love this moment.

On the way to the gallows,

leaning down to kiss that baby on the head.

He never stopped caring about people.

Even as a dead man walking.

I thought about this painting a lot when we first met.

The way you talked about your patients.

Worrying about them from your jail cell.

It seemed impossible that someone so...

gentle, so kind could commit such a brutal crime.

That's because it is impossible.

Anyway, that's the story of this picture.

Maybe you can explain to me why,

the night of Amy's murder,

you were seen with her at the party in this jersey,

and then this one...

when you came back, after leaving her in Gramercy Park?

I don't know. I-I-I don't know. I was drunk.

You don't know?

No. That's it?

I do. You killed Amy,

left her in the park to bleed to death... No.

Ran home, switched jerseys,

then went back to the party to give yourself an alibi.

Sadie, no, that's not... I didn't...

Minus an alternative theory,

that is the explanation the prosecution

will hang around your neck.

I don't know what to say.

Yeah, we covered that.

I gotta go.

Obviously, the prosecutor's going to strike anyone

who's been to a psychic,

so our move is to find the next-best thing.

If they've been to an herbalist, we want 'em.

You spot a crystal or dangly earrings, those are keepers.

- So vegans, they'd be good. - You find me a vegan,

I'll buy you a porterhouse at Peter Lugers.

I am so excited to second chair on this case.

Well, she is your psychic.

She's not my psychic. Like, I've only seen her,

like, four or five times.

Like I said, your psychic.

Cameron. Cameron Wirth?

Peter Garrett, from Yale.

Yeah. Good to see you, Peter.

Good to see you. You look terrific.

Hm. Thank you.

This is the part where you say, "You look great, too, Peter."

"You really bulked up from that scrawny kid"

"you were in law school"

I think I did catch a glimpse of your new physique

at Professor James' memorial service a few years ago.

Oh, you were there.

I went to make sure he was dead.

I just moved up here from Baltimore a couple months ago.

I'm still getting used to the whole New York thing.

Hey, maybe we should, uh, get coffee sometime.

That'd be nice.

Oh, my God, who was that?

A guy I knew in law school.

Ah, was he in the brochure?

'Cause I would totally apply to that.

We had Criminal Procedure study group together.

Oh. No wonder you became a criminal lawyer.

By the way, he's totally following us right now.

It was good to see you, Peter. I have to be in court.

- Oh, me, too. Hi. - Hi.

Well, look at that, someone showed up

in my courtroom.

Ms. Wirth, you and Ms. Simon ready for trial?

Yes, we are, Your Honor.

Peter Garrett, for the people.

Wait, you're trying my case?

Fun, right?

Crime guy just got a lot less hot.

Or maybe even hotter.

Where's Pike?

A.D.A. Pike went into labor late last night, Your Honor,

- which is good news for the defense. - How so?

I'd like to offer your psychic a deal.

Scared to try a case against me, huh?

No. I think any jury's gonna see your client

as a transparent fraud who preys on

the weakest people in our society.

That, or a well-meaning woman

tried to help out a man in need.

I'll give her one to three years right now.

She'll never say yes to prison time.

Are you psychic, too?

Or do you think maybe you should ask her?

No, I'm sorry,

but pleading guilty is admitting I'm a fraud.

I'm not.

When I was eight, I realized

I saw stuff other people didn't.

It was my thing. My best friend Heidi Spenner could do the splits,

I could talk to dead people.

Floriel Martinez says you can't,

and that you stole his money.

I want to make sure you understand the seriousness of these charges.

I feel good about my chances.

This morning, I woke up bathed in white light.

In jail, there's no white light.

Grand larceny carries a maximum of five to 15 years.

- You're a skeptic. - Mary, just tell her something.

Like that time you told me that I was gonna go to Texas.

I have no family there. No reason to go.

Let me guess, you went to Texas.

I was on a non-stop flight

to Los Angeles, and get this...

We made an emergency landing

in Dallas.

- Come on! That's insane! - Totally.

Ms. Wirth, you don't have to believe in me,

but I'm not accepting the deal.

It's all gonna be okay. I know it.

Okay, let's go, then.

Ferretti doesn't know about the jerseys, yet.

- Are you sure? - He would've said something.

He's transparent. Trust me, I know the guy.

- Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about you two. - Mm.

You really know how to pick 'em, don't you?

You have no idea.

Billy have anything good to say?

He didn't even try.

No explanation, no denial, nothing.

- So what's our plan? - I don't know.

I've been trying to come up with another explanation

for the jersey switch, but so far I've got nothing.

You ever consider the obvious?

He's guilty.

Scott Davis. What are you doing here?

Come here, come here. Give me some kisses.

What's he doing here?

Gemma was running late for work this morning,

so I took him, but the daycare was closed for some reason.

Wait, hold on, back up. This morning?

Are you and Gemma back together?

Oh... yeah.

Guess what. Gemma and I are back together.

Well, what happened to being "terrible husband material"

because you left Scott Davis tied to a parking meter?

- She forgave me. - Oh.

That's great.

Now you say something.