Doubt

Previously on Doubt...

Albert, tell me that's not Russo.

Yup, and her press puppy dogs.

Dr. William Brennan,

just because your father was a senator

doesn't mean you can get away with murder.

- I have cancer. - You have to tell them.

- They need to know. - Get me out.

Get me some time with the people I love.

Given the nature and severity of the offense...

- Oh, God. - Parole is hereby denied.

On the charge of murder in the first degree,

we the jury, find the defendant, William Brennan... guilty.

What?!

No. That can't be right.

- Sadie. - What do you mean, guilty?

- You! - Me?

Yes. How could you find him guilty?

Don't look at them.

- I'm asking you! - Is this normal?

- Maybe we should take a little... - Just answer the question!

The cat scratch?

Multiple witnesses, including a forensic analyst, corroborated.

Billy's explanation.

Maybe you just weren't listening.

Okay.

That's enough. You can't talk to them like that.

I'm allowed to ask questions. That's what a mock jury's for.

I'll ask the questions in my follow-up interviews.

Let me do my job.

It just doesn't make any sense.

The verdict was disappointing,

yes, but that's why we do this...

So that we don't make the same mistakes

- in the real trial. - We didn't make any mistakes.

We dismantled their case,

and when you do that, you should win, period.

We might have been too aggressive in our summation.

You mean me. I gave the summation.

Sadie. SADIE: This is a waste of time.

We have voir dire tomorrow.

We have real work to do.

Got to say, I'm used to Sadie's passion...

We all are... but even for her, that outburst was...

passionate.

I'll do the exit interviews

and get you the results tomorrow morning.

Thanks, Bonnie.

You okay?

How would you feel if you were me?

I'd probably be a little... Freaked out? Yeah, I'm a little freaked out.

I just got convicted of murder, Albert.

Guilty verdicts are not uncommon in mock trials.

Like Bonnie said, it's why we do this.

Whatever happened, we'll fix it.

I don't hate Bonnie.

She hates me. She doesn't hate you.

She hates the way I dress.

Every time we bring her in to consult,

she tells me what shoes I can or cannot wear.

"Pumps are really more relatable"

"than wedges, Sadie." Really? Really, are they, Bonnie?

Because I relate better to wedges.

- She's just doing her job. - Yeah, well, it doesn't

- make it any less annoying. - Hey.

What's really going on?

- I've never seen you blow up like that. - Yes, you have.

- Never at a jury. - It was a fake jury.

Look, we're all under a lot of stress right now,

and on top of that, you're obviously dealing with your mom, and...

This has nothing to do with my mother.

You haven't said a word about her since her parole was denied.

Yeah. What is there to say?

We just got a guilty verdict, Albert.

I'm allowed to be a little upset.

Need a drumroll?

- Guilty. - Oh...

What happened?! - We'll get Bonnie's analysis tomorrow.

It probably has something to do with my earrings.

Still no Isaiah? That's four days in a row.

- Should we be concerned? No.

He does this every time my mother doesn't make parole.

But he always pulls himself out.

Cam... you did a great job.

The only reason my mother isn't out is because she is...

impossible and stubborn.

- It's not your fault, okay? - Okay.

Say it like you mean it.

Give me a couple more days.

How's the research coming on the Brennan jury pool?

Oh, you mean my online stalking project?

Pretty good so far.

The pool has been narrowed down to

70 potential jurors.

People definitely share a lot more on social media

than they do on court questionnaires.

Any land mines we should be aware of?

Juror Number Eight looks great for us on paper,

but he just posted that

it's the two-year anniversary of the death of his daughter.

She died in a car accident when she was 16.

Same age as Amy Meyers when she was murdered.

Very good work. Keep digging.

Cam, Nick, Faye Davies is here.

The Cannibalarian?

The what?

Cannibal librarian? You get it?

Anyone else have any tasteless jokes about our client

they need to get off their chest?

What do you get when you're late to Faye's house for dinner?

The cold shoulder.

You just stole my punch line.

I'm sorry, but that's a vintage Dahmer joke.

- I hope Faye eats you. Just because

Faye Davies expressed cannibalistic fantasies online

doesn't mean she actually would have eaten someone.

The government is playing "Thought Police",

and I don't think there's anything funny about that.

I'd eat Nick.

I know you warned me, but... this has been a nightmare.

I'm a shy person, and suddenly, I'm all over the news.

I can't go anywhere without being recognized.

I went to the movies, and

the guy selling tickets asked me if people taste like chicken.

How am I supposed to know? I hate chicken.

That's a joke.

Right. The jokes.

It's funny.

I can't even believe this is happening.

I'd never actually eat anyone.

Well, maybe my neighbor. She's really annoying.

Joke?

Sorry. It happens more when I'm nervous.

And the idea of going to jail

for 25 years makes me really nervous.

The deal we discussed is still on the table.

Two years. You'd be eligible for parole in 18 months.

Wait. The First Amendment guarantees freedom of speech.

It does, and I think we can win this.

In order to prove conspiracy to commit murder,

they need an overt act.

There is no overt act.

Well, I did bring those brownies in to fatten up my co-workers.

Joke.

And that's why we're not putting you on the stand.

He's gonna move his pawn from E2 to E4.

You'll counter by moving your pawn to F3.

Then he'll move his queen to F5, hoping you'll move your pawn

- to G5. - I won't.

- You will. - No, I won't.

This isn't my first rodeo, buddy. You will.

You'll move Mr. G7 to G5, then he'll move his queen

to H5, and that, my friend, will be checkmate. You lose.

Save yourself the embarrassment

and just bow out now.

I bought some yummy cookies

from Magnolia Bakery.

Here. Have a yummy cookie and give us a minute.

You're ruining my fun.

Good. Fun time is over.

Come back to work.

I may not come back this time.

You always say that.

Well, I've been thinking about buying some land upstate

and growing kale.

Everyone's eating kale these days.

I hate kale, and you're not leaving the city.

You can't exist anywhere else.

I really thought we'd get your mom out this time.

I did, too.

Yummy cookie?

I heard you lost the mock trial.

Snapping at juries?

That's not like you, Sadie.

You're taking this case too personally.

Is there something you want to tell me?

No. I'm fine.

Come back soon.

How well do you know Faye Davies?

Uh, not well. We work together at the research division

of the New York Public Library.

We work at the same station,

- share a computer. Can you tell the court

what happened when you sat down to that shared computer

on July 6, 2016?

It was the beginning of my shift.

I went to go log into

my computer when I realized that Faye had not yet logged off.

- The Web site was still up. - What Web site?

It's called Cannibal Fetish Connections.

It's a Web site for people

who fantasize about...

eating other people.

Is this the Web site?

That's the one.

What did you do?

Well, it all seemed like a joke, so I started

digging around, looking for the punch line.

That's when I found the message board.

It caught my eye because my name was on it,