03x07 - A Girl Without Feelings

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(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

TORIN: Tally. For God's sake.

That was a hundred dollar
bottle of liquor.

(PEOPLE GASPING)

Just say you won't do it.

I'm not gonna have that
conversation with you here, sis.

It's supposed to be a party.

When are we gonna have it?
Were we ever gonna have it?

Or were you just gonna do
what you were going to do?

- You're acting crazy.
- (SCOFFS)

Crazy. Is that why you're doing this?

Because I'm so crazy?

You haven't seen crazy.

WOMAN: Tally... Don't you dare.

Hey, everyone just chill.

Okay? It's a party.

(TRUCK BEEPING IN DISTANCE)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

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(LINE RINGING)

OPERATOR: . What's your emergency?

(CRYING):
Oh, my God, you have to help me.

I think somebody's m*rder*d my brother.

Oh, my God. Please, please.

There's so much blood.
I don't know what to do.

I need you to stay calm, ma'am.
Help is on the way.

Thank you. Thank you.

(SNIFFLING)

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

NEWSCASTER: Tally North,

ethereal downtown party fixture,

trust fund poster child, is
accused of k*lling her brother

Torin North, a rising tech superstar,

in the Chelsea loft they share,

and into which they poured
several million dollars

following the death
of their wealthy parents

in a private plane crash.

(PANTING)

(WHISPERS): Tally.

(ALARM BUZZING, LOCK CLICKING)

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

You have new glasses, Dr. Bull.

It's nice to see you too, Tally.

It's been years.

I like them.

Thank you.

I heard about your parents.

I tried calling,
but my numbers didn't work.

I sent you a card.

Okay. I didn't see it,

but I think I might have
been in a hospital

in Indiana around then.

Are you here because you want me
back as a patient?

I came here to see if I could help you.

Legally, psychologically.

So you can leave me again?

I know you don't feel much,

but I have always felt badly about that.

It's okay. I survived.

I won't lie, it would have been nice

to have you around for all
my teenage rites of passage.

But I guess that's what
the eight other therapists

I ended up going to were for.

Although it was difficult
to talk to the one that was

molesting me about how much
I disliked him molesting me.

I know you're angry with me...

Dr. Bull, you know better than anyone,

I'm largely incapable of anger.

Well, whatever you call it,
however you process it,

I'm sorry if you felt abandoned.

You know, when I closed
my practice back then,

it was to start a whole new business,

something called trial science.

I work with lawyers,
and we help to figure out

the best way to try a case.

I know I haven't seen
you since you were ,

but I don't think you're gonna find

anyone out there
who understands you better.

And it would mean
a lot to me to help you.

You understand they want
to put you in prison

for the rest of your life?

Yes. I do understand that.

Did you do it, Tally?

Well, I was mad at him.

He was filing for guardianship.

He wanted to lock me up,
get me institutionalized.

Did you do it, Tally?

Well, I'll tell you, Dr. Bull,

because I know you'll understand.

I have no idea.

I honestly don't remember.

You had one of your blackouts?

Must be.

One minute, I was having it out
with my brother at the party,

and the next, I was waking up
covered in blood,

with Torin dead on the floor.

I honestly don't remember
what came in between.

You still want to help me?

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

GABRIEL: Hey.

You going somewhere?

Home.

What, you don't like it here?

Well, you know,

when I wake up in the morning,
I like to be near my things,

I like clean clothes,
I like to sleep in my own bed.

And plus,

you know, Cable used to live here,

in this building.

It just doesn't feel right.

Okay. I hear that.

It's just, sometimes it's nice

to wake up lying next
to somebody, you know?

Don't you think?

I'm sure it's nice for you. Me?

I got to get to work in the morning.

Okay.

I don't understand.

What's the problem?
You got what you wanted.

(CHUCKLES): Wow.

Okay. You are hard, girl.

You know, that's another thing.

I'm not a girl. I'm a woman.

So stop talking to me
like it's freshman year

and we're living in the dorms
away from our folks

for the first time, yeah?

I had a good time. Let's not ruin it.

Can I give you something?

(SIGHS)

It's not your class ring, huh?

You're not gonna ask me to go
steady, are you? What is this?

That's a key.

That way, you can get in here
whenever you want.

Oh, Gabriel, I'm never gonna use this.

No, no, no, it's not...
it's for emergencies.

Okay? That way, you know, I lose my key,

I know you have one, or if the...

(LAUGHS) ...maybe the gas company

needs to get in here, they can't
find me and they can call you.

Hey, listen.

I mean, we're friends, right?

That's the sort of things friends do.

Now you give me yours?

- Oh, you are so pushing your luck.
- (LAUGHS)

No, no, no... what are you talking about?

I didn't say anything.

Hey, you're hearing things, girl.

Okay, you know what? The truth is,

I-I can't sleep with somebody
that's in my bed anyway.

I don't care how beautiful
and-and naked they are.

So go, please. (EXHALES SHARPLY)

Okay? So I can get some rest.

Close the door.

Her name is Tally North.

Since the age of ten,
she has been diagnosed

with antisocial personality disorder.

She lacks empathy for others,

exhibits severely stunted emotions,

and is prone to v*olence.

Isn't that what
we used to call a sociopath

in the good old days?

Actually, she used to be his patient,

so this is kind of personal.

This is gonna be tough,
trying to get a jury

to sympathize with a sociopath.

Juries usually like to see
remorse in their K*llers,

and there's not gonna be any.

The night of the m*rder,

Tally was arguing
with her brother, Torin.

The whole party, a hundred-some people,

saw them going at each other.

Well, I don't understand.

How can she be angry
if she can't feel emotions?

It's complicated, but what
sociopaths like Tally do feel

are emotions involving themselves.

That's why you don't get joy or sadness,

because those are emotions

that come from connections
to other people.

But conviction? Determination?

Those are self-contained
and self-generating.

CHUNK: All right, so,

let's cut to the chase.
Does she have an alibi?

If she does, she doesn't remember.

Well, that's pretty damn convenient.

Agreed. The thing is,
she is prone to blackouts,

and swears she can't remember
anything that happened

between the confrontation
at the party and waking up

to find her brother's dead body
on the floor.

The old "I just don't remember" defense.

- Mm.
- According to Bull, she has suffered

from fugue state blackouts
since she was a child.

Fugue state blackouts?

Was she asleep? Was she awake?

A fugue state is a dissociative episode

where sufferers experience
temporary amnesia

and a lack of awareness
of themselves or their actions.

Okay, so what's the big guy say?

Does he think that this fugue
thing is a credible defense?

Does he think that the jury
will buy into it?

No. Bull wants to plead not
guilty by reason of insanity.

If Tally was in a fugue state

during the m*rder, she lacked
the substantial capacity

to appreciate the criminality
of her conduct

when she k*lled her brother.

BENNY: Terrific.

I'm gonna go back to the conference room,

comb through my law books,

see if I can find
any insanity plea precedents.

With any luck,
I'll fall into a fugue state.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

TAYLOR: Dr. Bull?

D.A.'s office just
sent over this subpoena

for all your old records and any
recordings of therapy sessions

related to your treatment of Tally North.

I don't understand. Isn't
that material privileged?

You were her doctor,
she was your patient.

Well, normally you'd be right,

but since we are raising
the insanity defense,

they are able to look at
and introduce into evidence

anything that has to do
with Tally's mental health.

(SIGHS)

I haven't looked at that stuff in years.

Let me go through it tonight
and then we'll get over there

first thing in the morning.

YOUNG TALLY (CRYING): I can't believe

she's dead.

I miss her so much.

I never even got to say good-bye.

BULL: Tally, stop it.

You're wasting my time.

You're manufacturing your response,

not feeling an emotion.

What are you talking about?

I'm not!

She was my favorite aunt.

And I don't know how
I'm gonna go on living.

BULL: I have every confidence
you'll find a way.

You always know, don't you?

BULL: That's my job, Tally.

(CLICK)

WOMAN: According to the incident reports,

the m*rder w*apon... the scissors...

were wiped clean of fingerprints.

Dr. Diposo, you're
a forensic psychiatrist.

Have you seen this kind of thing before?

- All the time.
- Really?

And why would a k*ller do such a thing?

It sort of goes without saying.

Generally, if a m*rder w*apon
is found wiped of fingerprints,

it indicates that the k*ller was
trying to hide their identity

to avoid getting caught.

That makes enormous sense.

Now, what makes less sense...

and admittedly, I'm not the expert here,

you are...

Is it possible that someone
in a fugue state blackout

would have the presence of mind

to wipe their w*apon?

Well, that's an act of specific intent.

I would find it highly unlikely.

Hmm.

And how would you interpret
the fibers found

in the blood on the victim's neck

and the bloodied sheet found nearby?

It would appear that the k*ller
tried to staunch the bleeding

after stabbing the victim.
My guess is the k*ller

experienced a moment of remorse...

regretted what he or she had done,

and wanted to try and save the victim.

Now, in your professional opinion,

is that kind of remorse
consistent with someone

in a fugue state, Doctor?

Quite the contrary.

That would demonstrate
a high degree of self-awareness

that people in fugue states
rarely possess.

Sorry to be the bearer, but
this jury is finding the witness

(OVER EARBUD): extremely credible
and compelling. At the moment,

we are looking at only
a single green juror.

No, no, it's fine.

I don't care. It's all good.

PROSECUTOR: No further
questions at this time.

One green juror...

you call that all good?

I'll get 'em back on the cross, Bull.

Just call for a recess.

- You sure?
- Mm.

Your Honor, the defense
would like to request

a short recess.

Hey, you want to tell me what's going on?

That forensic psychiatrist...

she just declared our client not guilty.

I'm sorry, were you in
the same courtroom I was?

I sure was.

She said whoever k*lled Torin
felt a moment of remorse.

- And?
- Remorse is a function of empathy.

You share the pain
the other person is feeling.

Sociopaths like Tally don't have empathy.

They certainly don't feel remorse.

Our client didn't do this.

She's not the k*ller.

Wait a second, wait
a second, wait a second.

Mm. Mm-mmm.

We already told the jury
that Tally did do it.

She k*lled her brother.

Not guilty by reason of insanity.

That was our plea.

Now we're saying she didn't do it?

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(SCOFFS) Oh, my goodness.

So, how-how does this work?

Do we just go in there and tell the jury

that we were wrong?

I guess so.

- So now you want to change your plea?
- I do, Your Honor.

Well, in truth, there's nothing
I can do to stop you,

but given your original plea
and your opening statement,

I fear you're gonna
confuse and frustrate the jury.

We are willing to accept
that risk, Your Honor.

Hmm.

A.D.A. Scrivener,
you have anything to say?

I just want to be clear.
You opened the door

to your client's mental health
when you entered

a plea of not guilty
by reason of insanity.

I am taking the position
that all of that material

we were able to access
by dint of that plea

is still on the table.

Clinical evaluations, doctors'
records, what have you...

all of that is still admissible.

Doesn't just go away
because you changed your mind.

We understand that.
But, just so we're clear,

our client's mental health
is no longer the point.

We intend to prove
she simply didn't do it.

And, sane or crazy,
you can't convict someone

for something they simply didn't do.

All right, everybody
back to your corners.

And just so that I'm clear...
new plea, old plea...

this trial is proceeding
tomorrow morning at : sharp.

And please be ready to call
your first witness, gentlemen.

BULL: Years ago, when I
used to treat Tally,

if she had one of these

fugue state blackouts...

there were still
always splinters of memory.

Tiny things that she would remember

about the events that took place.

And she couldn't always
make sense of them,

but they were there.

This m*rder, this supposed blackout...

she remembers nothing.

Which makes perfect sense
if she didn't do it.

Yeah, but having her testify
that she simply doesn't remember

is not going to convince
the jury to let her off.

(SIGHS)

I know this is easier said than done,

but I fear the only way
to prove she didn't do it

is to figure out who did.

See that?

Mediocre minds think alike.

Danny and I are way ahead of you on this.

(CLEARS THROAT)

What have we here?

This is everyone
we've been able to confirm

was in attendance at that party.

I sourced most of them from
the party's Facebook page.

These gray boxes with question marks

are still unidentified guests.

Apparently, there were
a lot of uninvited walk-ins.

Anybody jump out at you?

Yeah, this guy.

With the red baseball cap
with the plaid shirt.

Almost everyone
that I spoke with mentioned him.

And he brought hostess gifts.

dr*gs. A lot of them.

Torin confronted him, kicked him out.

Might be something, might be nothing.

But in the meantime
I'm tracking him down.

A shirt and a cap's not
a lot to go on, though.

Just tell me we have someone
to put on the stand tomorrow.

Colonel Mustard with the
candlestick in the parlor.

Professor Plum, Mrs. White...

- I'll take anyone.
- TAYLOR: Again,

mediocre minds.

This is Blake Lambert.

He's the one I'd put on the stand.

DANNY: We reached out to him.
He wants to help.

One of Torin's best friends.

He's known Torin and Tally for years.

Can speak to their history.

He was a co-host on
the party's Facebook event.

At the very least, he could
speak to how many people

were there, insinuate
that the prosecution

may have jumped the g*n
in finding their suspect.

I mean, there were
a hundred guests at that party.

That's potential murderers.

Sounds like a fine witness to me.

And we'll keep working.

What siblings don't fight?

Torin and Tally argued all the time

about money,

pizza toppings, what color
to paint the damn walls.

I've heard Tally
yell at him hundreds of times.

But she never tried to k*ll him.

She loved her brother.

So, tell me about the party.
Who was there?

Who wasn't?

The whole thing got out
of control pretty quickly.

It was supposed to be,
like, of our friends,

but, uh, I think everyone
got kind of carried away

with the plus-one thing.

Everyone was drinking, or doing whatever.

And at one point
I looked around and realized

I didn't know who half the people were.

Now, when you say "drinking or whatever,"

are you referring to dr*gs?

I didn't use the word "dr*gs."

I'm saying people were partying,

and some were partying quite hard.

So you've got this big loft.

It's filled with people.

Many of whom you suspect
are total strangers.

People are consuming alcohol,

maybe other things...

isn't it reasonable to suspect

that any one of a number of people

could have k*lled your friend Torin?

Objection. Relevance.

Not to mention he's leading the witness.

Not to mention
he's asking him for an opinion

based on speculation. Not to mention...

I get it. Objection sustained.

Mr. Colón?

No further questions.

He did that on purpose, didn't he?

He knew that it was against the rules,

but he wanted the jury to think
about all those other people,

how any one of them could have done it.

Shh, you're giving away all my secrets.

MARISSA (OVER EARBUD): We just jumped

from one green juror to three.

Mr. Lambert, I'd like
to revisit the fight

the defendant and the victim
were having that evening.

Do you know what they
were fighting about?

I do. Torin had filed

for legal guardianship of his sister.

Torin was very protective of Tally.

Okay, but you can be protective without

filing for guardianship.

Do you have any idea what possessed him

to seek a court order
declaring that his sister

was unable to manage her own affairs?

Not specifically, just that, uh...

she was becoming
more and more of a challenge

to control.

Her safety, her spending,

- her temper...
- I'm sorry, did you say "her temper"?

I didn't mean it like that.

I-It's what I said before. They'd argue.

But I don't think he was scared of her.

I don't think anyone was scared of her.

More, uh, worried for her.

And, I mean, he'd tell me how, sometimes,

she'd stay out all night.
I mean, she's...

she's beautiful. She's going
to attract attention.

It's a lot for a -year-old guy

to deal with or worry about.

So, I think he felt that

both of their lives might improve

if she were in a place that was set up

to deal with people
with her kind of challenges.

Torin did it

so that he could get her
the help that she needed.

It was for her protection.

Her protection? Are you sure?

Well, what else could it be?

Are you sure it wasn't
for his protection as well?

Your Honor, I object.

The counselor is testifying

and leading the witness and...

Thanks, Mr. Colón.
I'll take it from here.

Objection sustained.

Please get to the point, Counselor.

Apologies, Your Honor.

So, did Torin tell you why he felt

he needed protection from his sister?

Objection!

Hearsay. No foundation.

What are we doing here, Your Honor?

Sustained.

The ice is incredibly thin

where you're standing, Ms. Scrivener.

I understand, Your Honor.

Let's come at this another way.

When you would see them together,

brother and sister,
how did Torin appear...

did he look comfortable?

Sometimes yes. Sometimes no.

What about the night of the party...

did he look scared?

She was smashing liquor bottles.

He looked like he was afraid
she was gonna snap

and hurt somebody. Hurt him.

I think we all felt the same way.

MARISSA: Forget that thing
I said about three greens.

No further questions for this witness.

I really don't have any new news.

Still trying to nail down
our mystery man in the red cap.

TAYLOR: I'm still knee-deep

in the social media of it all.

Trying to fill in some
of those gray boxes.

I really need to leave now.

Pick up my son.

Can I throw a crazy idea out there?

Are we missing the obvious?

And if we weren't representing her,

wouldn't she be our number-one suspect?

It's all there, Bull:

means, motive and opportunity.

Are you sure... really sure...

that Tally didn't do it?

And if you stop for a second
to consider that maybe

you think she's innocent just because

you want her to be innocent.

- Easy, Chunk.
- Uh-uh.

You keep saying that she
couldn't have done this.

And that even if she did do it,

she never would've reversed
course to try to save him,

because that requires empathy,
and she doesn't have that.

But maybe she tried to stop the bleeding

to save herself.

Maybe she regretted what she'd done

because she didn't want to get caught.

I'm sorry.

- But...
- Nothing to be sorry for.

I pay you to tell me what you think.

Thank you.

You done?

Yeah.

Excellent. I will see you all tomorrow.

(SCOFFS QUIETLY)

You know, it took a lot
of courage for him to do that.

Prosecution's newest exhibit.

They're presenting it tomorrow.

Why didn't they send this in last week?

Because it didn't exist last week.

Guards did a sweep

of Tally's cell this morning,
and there it was.

(SIGHS)

W-What is it?

Well, at least we know
the jury won't be out long.

(SIGHS) You want to tell me
what I'm looking at here?

I was just doing what you taught me.

Fill in the blanks.

When you have a blackout, sketch
the things you know, and then

try and sketch the things you don't.

Make the unconscious conscious,

isn't that what you always told me?

The only things I know are the
things I'm hearing in court,

so I started there.

Just trying to process the memory loss,

see if it would jog something.

For the record, it didn't.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Tally.

I think I may have
given you some horrible advice.

What do you mean?

I think I inadvertently
had you draw yourself

into a guilty verdict.

BENNY: Miss North...

you don't deny that those
are your drawings, do you?

No, no. They're mine.

And you know, more often than not,

people accused of m*rder

do not testify at their own trials?

The law does not require them to,

but you chose to try
and explain the drawings

and to answer questions
about your brother's m*rder,

isn't that correct?

Yes.

Tell us about these drawings.

Well, I've always drawn.

Ever since I could hold a crayon.

And my art has

always tended to be dark, violent.

It actually used to worry me.

And just to be clear,
the drawings that depict

your brother's m*rder were drawn

after you were jailed, correct?

After you were
charged with Torin's m*rder,

after the trial started?

- Yes, sir.
- So...

This isn't you...

planning your brother's death...

fantasizing about k*lling him,

imagining what it would be like?

No.

It's just me taking
elements of the m*rder,

things I had heard about here in court

and piecing them together to see
if it would help me remember.

Remember what?

Anything.

I have absolutely no memory
of anything that happened

after I went to my bedroom,
after our disagreement.

Up until I woke up and found
my brother dead on the floor.

MARISSA (OVER EARBUD): You sure
about this next move, Bull?

"Sure" is a strong word.

I prefer "what other choice do we have."

Tally...

are you sad your brother's dead?

No.

(INDISTINCT MUTTERING)

If I were you, I'd pull
a couple of dollar bills

out of my wallet
and stare at 'em, 'cause that's

the last green you're gonna
be seeing for a while.

Order. Order, please.

Do you want to explain?

Look, I know it must be hard

to understand how I work.

What goes on in my head.

I just don't feel the same things you do.

I don't get happy.

I don't get sad.

I find it really hard to care
about anyone other than myself.

Of course...

I can make you think I care.

(CRIES)

(SNIFFLES) But it's a trick.

Something I learned
when I was very young.

I could do it
when I fell off my bike, or...

when I didn't get something
I wanted for my birthday.

And then one day I realized,

"Oh.

"This is what they wanted me to do

"when my goldfish d*ed.

I can do that for them."

And before you ask,

yes.

I know something is missing.

Something is broken.

Wrong.

And I feel really lonely because of that.

I'm a part of a world
that I don't totally understand.

And one that, for the most part,

seems really frightened of me.

So I'm gonna ask you once again.

Tally, are you sad
that your brother's dead?

My brother was the only person
who ever loved me.

He just did.

Even though I couldn't love him back.

Why would I want to make that go away?

Oh, my goodness,
we just picked up a green.

You sound surprised.

I told you I was sure it would work.

My goodness, Ms. North,
you've had a lot of therapists

in your short life, haven't you?

- Relatively speaking, I suppose.
- Hmm.

And isn't it true
that one of your therapists

is now part of your
defense team, Dr. Jason Bull?

It is.

Can you identify him for us?

He's sitting right there.

I'd like to play a video excerpt

from a session that you and
Dr. Bull had in June of .

I believe your aunt just d*ed

in a car accident.

I can't believe she's dead.

I miss her so much.

BULL (ON VIDEO): Okay, Tally. Stop it.

You're wasting my time.

You're manufacturing your response,

not feeling an emotion.

TALLY: What are you talking about?

She was my favorite aunt,
and I don't know

how I'm gonna go on living.

BULL: I have every confidence
you'll find a way.

You always know, don't you?

That's my job, Tally.

Now tell me what you're really feeling.

How can you expect this jury

to believe a word you say

when you freely confess to this jury,

freely confess to your own therapist...

now a member of your defense team...

that your word,

your behavior, can't be trusted?

That it's just a means
to an end, something that

you do because you know
other people expect it?

Objection, Your Honor.

Is the prosecutor going to ask a question

or continue giving her closing argument

in the middle of the trial?

Objection sustained.
The jury will disregard

A.D.A. Scrivener's last statement.

No, they won't.

Ask a question, Counselor.

I have no further questions, Your Honor.

Hey. (SPEAKING SPANISH)

Ah...

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

- Gracias.
- Ah, ah, ah, no, no, no, no. Come on.

Don't you dare. Okay. All right.

Don't you dare.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Why don't you just use a card?

(CHUCKLES)

Uh, you know, I just
have so much extra cash

lying around, I would feel stupid

if I didn't use it. Gracias.

I'm serious.

I mean, it's not like
you work at a toll booth

- and take home free samples.
- (LAUGHS)

How come I've never seen
you use a credit card?

Yeah, well, I'm taking it slow.

You know, I show you
all my fascinating aspects...

my-my credit cards,
my (K), my yacht...

I show you all that too soon,

there won't be
any mystery left, you know?

(PHONE VIBRATES)

One second.

Oh, it's work.

Man, you know, every time
I'm convinced they're not

coming back to the office
after court, they do.

And every time I'm sure they're
coming back, they don't.

I'm sorry. I got to go. It's okay.

- Next time on me. Hmm?
- Yes.

Yeah. And next time
maybe I'll show you my yacht.

DANNY: So I was able

to ID our mystery man
in the red baseball cap.

The thing is, he's not our k*ller.

His name is Brian Davidson.

And he left the party around : ,

then he got arrested at : .

The m*rder happened around : a.m.

So unless he snuck out of jail
to do it, he's not our guy.

What was he arrested for?

Selling dr*gs.

Marijuana, cocaine, MDMA, roofies.

Roofies?

Tally keeps insisting the blackout

she had at the party felt different.

Normally, she has fragments
of memory from her fugues,

but this last one...

Are you thinking maybe Tally wasn't

in a dissociative fugue at all?

That maybe she was roofied?

You think this Brian Davidson's
still in custody?

I'm sure of it.

I feel like paying him a visit.

BENNY: Mr. Lambert,

any idea why we called you back?

None whatsoever.

Brian Davidson,

a man arrested for the possession

of illegal narcotics shortly after

leaving the party the evening
Torin North was k*lled,

identified you

as having purchased
flunitrazepam from him.

You, and only you.

I mean, other people

purchased other dr*gs,

but only you purchased
flunitrazepam from him.

You know what flunitrazepam is,
don't you?

No, I'm not sure I do.

Roofies. Flunitrazepam is roofies.

Objection, Your Honor. Relevance?

Mr. North didn't die of
a flunitrazepam overdose.

I know this seems
a little out of the blue,

but I promise it will all
prove completely relevant

if Your Honor would just let me
get to where I need to go.

Objection overruled. Continue, Mr. Colón.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Lambert, did you, in fact,

purchase roofies that night?

Well, yeah,

when you call them roofies, yeah.

(GALLERY MURMURING)

May I ask why you purchased roofies?

Well, I have trouble
sleeping when I drink.

They knock me out.

Seems like a rather extreme solution.

So be it.

So, tell me, did you use these roofies

while you were at the party?

No. I waited till I got home.

Till it was time to go to sleep.

Uh, did you perhaps
inadvertently give some roofies

to anyone else that evening?

Slip them in their drink, perhaps?

No. O-Of course not. Why would I do that?

Well, it is also called
the date r*pe drug.

Your Honor, where are we going with this?

Mr. Colón, I need you to bring this

to some sort of meaningful conclusion.

Yes, Your Honor. Of course, Your Honor.

Mr. Lambert, is it your testimony

that the only person
who consumed these roofies

you purchased that evening was yourself?

As far as I'm aware, yes.

Your Honor, I'd like
to introduce into evidence

this party cup

taken from the defendant's room

at the night of the m*rder.

Objection, Your Honor. Foundation?

BENNY: I refer exhibit ,

a time-stamped crime scene photo

showing this cup originally
found in the room.

This is one and the same.

I'll allow it.

Yeah, we'll also be introducing

into evidence a report,
Your Honor, detailing

that trace amounts of flunitrazepam

were found inside of the cup,

as well as Blake Lambert's fingerprints,

which were found on the outside.

Uh, and there was another
set of fingerprints

that were found on
there, too, Mr. Lambert.

Tally North's.

Okay. Maybe she handed me
the cup or something.

I don't remember.

Did you drug Tally North?

(GALLERY MURMURING)

(GAVEL BANGS)

Let the witness answer, please.

No.

No.

Do you happen to remember a woman

by the name of Leah Carpenter?

SCRIVENER: Objection.

Again, relevance?

Your Honor, please.

I promise we're almost there.

Overruled. Witness will
answer the question.

Yes.

Yes! Yes.

She attended Rennich University with you,

and she accused you of date r*pe.

Putting something in her drink,
then following her back

to her dorm room and holding
her down and you know the rest.

This is completely unfair.

That was just...
that was a misunderstanding.

No one pressed charges.

We have their full attention,

but we sill haven't changed enough minds.

Oh, trust me, their minds are changed.

They're just too damned entertained

to take a minute and let us know.

BENNY: The night of the party,

did you follow Tally back to her room?

No. Did you hold her down?

- No.
- Did you rip her shirt? Bruise her skin?

- No.
- Did Torin,

her brother Torin... your
best friend Torin...

walk in on you taking advantage
of his comatose sister?!

No, no, no!

You can't prove that!

Nothing further, Your Honor.

Reasonable doubt.

Uh, you look it up in the dictionary,

and there'd be a picture
of all of us sitting here today.

There'd also be a definition.

Something along the lines of...

"Lack of proof

"that prevents a judge or a jury

"from convicting a defendant

for the charged crime." (MOUTHS)

Only Torin North and his k*ller

know exactly what happened in that room.

But you've heard all the evidence.

Or have you?

I've yet to hear
a single piece of evidence

that points
to my client having done this.

But I've heard a great deal
to suggest an alternate theory.

I believe that...

Torin walked in

on his best friend Blake Lambert

standing over his semi-conscious sister.

Her shirt ripped,

her arms bruised. And he was

fiercely protective of his sister.

So he did what any brother would do.

Blake fought back.

Grabbed the scissors from Tally's desk

and plunged them
into his best friend's neck.

And as Torin's blood spilled
on an unconscious Tally,

he had a moment of regret.

He doesn't suffer from ASPD...

antisocial personality disorder.

No.

No, no.

He's just an old-fashioned r*pist

who suddenly realized

that he might have
k*lled his best friend,

so he tried to stop the bleeding.

Realized that wasn't going to work,

so he wiped the m*rder w*apon,

and left Tally passed out on the bed.

So that when she came to,

confronted with her brother's slain body,

and having no memory of what happened

due to the flunitrazepam,

she'd be forced
to carry around the knowledge

that she might have done this.

That it was her fault,

her doing,

her crime.

But she didn't.

She didn't do it.

Tally is simply
just another victim, and-and...

what an obscene joke that is.

You know, the person
responsible for this crime

is trusting that you, the jury,

will lean on your
own preconceived notions

on what it means to be a sociopath,

what it means to be devoid of emotion,

what it means to be mentally ill.

The k*ller's counting on it.

And so is the A.D.A.

But Tally and I know you know better.

In fact, she's betting her life on it.

Thank you.

JUDGE: Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We, the jury, find the defendant,

Tally North...

not guilty of the m*rder of Torin North.

(GALLERY MURMURING)

It's okay.

It's about you.

So what happens now?

I found something

that I'd like you to consider.

It's a residential facility.

No locks. You can leave
any time you want.

Just sign yourself out.

It's all in your control.

But you have a room there.

Everything is set and ready for you,

and if it's not the right fit,
we'll find you something else.

It's what your brother wanted for you...

to get back to that sense
of feigned normalcy.

Feigned normalcy.

Something we can all aspire to.

You know, when you left me
all those years ago,

I understood.

I didn't like it, but..

I understood.

And I also felt, strongly, somehow,

that... you weren't really gone forever.

And you weren't.

Thank you for being there.

Oh.

Tally...

thank you for saying that.

I'm just messing with you.

So where's this place

you want me to try?

Well...