Doubt

Previously on Doubt... Every two years,

I go before the same parole board

and tell them how sorry I am.

Obviously, you are not doing it right.

Isaiah is my lawyer, not you.

Mother, do you think that I killed Amy?

Yes, but you're my son and it doesn't matter.

I'm sorry I doubted you. Can we start fresh?

Clean slate.

I met with the D.A.

They have a new witness. Do you know her?

She's my sister.

Told you I'd be grateful if you went out for bagels.

Well, I can't wait to go out again.

Hmm.

Isaiah's calling me.

What could he possibly want on a Sunday?

I don't know, typically, I would answer the phone

and find out.

Well, there's nothing typical going on here.

You're right.

It's Sunday, it's a day of rest.

Yeah, except, let's not rest.

You're very...

Single-minded? Yeah.

I know, it's my best quality.

Mm.

But, maybe I should call him back,

'cause he may have some information about your sister.

My sister?

The case?

Could you come up with a better mood killer?

Yeah.

It's bothering me, though.

Why would they fly her all the way here from Korea?

I mean, what's she gonna say?

I don't know, Sadie,

it's been 25 years since I've seen Molly.

No letters, no phone calls, nothing.

It's like the adoption didn't even happen.

She was Amy's friend, though, right?

If they try to sneak hearsay evidence in... no.

It'll be character stuff, but we'll head that off.

We were gonna give ourselves a day.

A whole day, just us.

This is us.

The case, your sister, Isaiah calling me, it's all us.

One of the first things you learn when you become a surgeon

is how to compartmentalize.

Like, if you were in surgery

and you were thinking about your tax returns, a kid might die.

Okay, but to be fair, keeping you out of prison?

It's not the same as tax returns.

Okay, how about this: If so much as a button is undone

or a sock is off,

then we don't talk about the case.

It doesn't exist.

We are alone on a deserted island.

No lawyer, no defendant.

Just two people. Hmm.

Okay.

We're on a deserted island where there is no cell reception.

Buttons are coming undone. Uh-oh.

Hey, good morning.

Peter, what are you doing here?

At my apartment that I didn't give you the address to.

I come bearing gifts, news: Kevin Sokas is in the hospital,

recovering from stab wounds.

Who, the baseball player?

Pride of New York. Center fielder.

Some woman stabbed him outside the front of a bar last night.

A big noisy case, lots of publicity.

Thought you might like it.

We can't chase clients, you know that.

You're right, bad idea.

I hear she reached out to the Sylvia Rivera Law Project.

They'll hook her up.

Wait, SRLP?

Is this woman trans?

Oh, yeah, I guess she is. Does that make a difference?

No. Maybe. Yes.

They know me at SRLP, I got to get down there.

Hey, nice place.

Thanks. Got to go.

Um, that was...

I was going to leave, you were in the doorway.

Reflex. Uh-huh.

It's like when you're on a business call

and you go to hang up and accidentally say

"love you" instead of "good-bye."

Absolutely.

Remind me to call you later.

My son, Eddie,

lost his battle to drug addiction.

19 years old.

My wife and I,

we tried for years to save him,

but we failed.

Maybe there is such a thing as tough love.

But one thing I do know:

There is tough guilt.

Hi, I'm, um, Tiffany Simon.

I'm relatively new to the congregation.

Eddie was so great when I first moved here.

He helped me install my TV,

and he did it for free.

Well, not for free. He ate all of my cookies.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I lost a cousin to addiction and...

I'm sorry.

Anyway, um, it was a really beautiful eulogy.

Thank you.

They said it wasn't an overdose.

They're saying

it was suicide. Connie.

He would never do that.

Who said it was suicide?

The rehab we sent him to.

He OD'd at the rehab facility?

But where did he get the drugs?

The rehab pharmacy.

They had a legal obligation to keep it locked at all times.

He broke in.

Of course he did, he's an addict.

They should have had better protection in place.

And by saying it's suicide,

they're making it his decision,

but this is their responsibility.

They are taking responsibility.

They're settling. $5,000.

$5,000?

Yes.

Y-You need to fight this.

Wow, you weren't kidding when you said you'd be right here.

I was playing basketball. You said it was important.

You look cute in your little basketball shorts.

I just left a game that I was dominating

because you said

you had something big and needed my help.

Please tell me you weren't lying.

Her name's Delilah Johnson.

Kevin Sokas attacked her this morning

and she stabbed him.

Okay.

You weren't lying.

That's big.

He's at St. Daniel's.

Injuries don't appear to be life-threatening.

And you need my help because...

Delilah's trans. If I represent her,

that's one too many trans people at the table.

If it comes to trial, the jury may not trust you.

Like maybe you've got an axe to grind.

I do. My axe is men shouldn't beat up women.

That'll be my axe, too.

Good.

She's in central booking, downtown.

I want to be there when you interview her,

so she knows she's with family.

Let's go.

Maybe we should stop by your place first

so you can shower?

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Albert, I own the firm.

I meant on a Sunday.

Work. Where's Sadie?

Probably home, it's Sun...

Sunday, that's already been established.

She's not answering her phone.

You going to interview Delilah Johnson?

Yeah, we caught the case. How'd you know?

When are you gonna learn that I know everything?

Delilah?

Cameron Wirth,

Isaiah Roth and Associates, this is Albert Cobb.

You're my lawyer?

Actually... I'm your lawyer, Ms. Johnson.

But you'll have our firm's

full resources on your case.

So you're just here to make me feel good?

We happen to think it's important

that you feel good.

That you trust us.

You a Kevin Sokas fan?

I was.

Why can't you defend me?

This'll be a big case.

It wouldn't be long before I became part of the story.

A distraction.

Why don't you tell us what happened?

I was coming home.

Picked up a few things from the drugstore.

It was 4:00 a.m.,

when the bars close.

This guy,

he's drunk.

And I pass him by and he says something.

"Freak," I think.