02x15 - Witness for the Prosecution

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(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Yes, ma'am.

Near the corner of Essex and Grand,

under the elevated train.

You want to get us something to eat?

What do you want?

Something that takes a while.

I don't need that.

Yes, you do.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

What? Move! Move!

You don't touch my leg.

What do you want? Move out of the way.

Move.

You don't touch a woman's leg
without permission.

What if I came over there
and I touched your leg, huh?

What are you looking at, little kid?

Huh? What if I did that?

Maybe even I tough the third leg
in between your other two, huh?

You like that? All right.

(LAUGHS)

Hazel!

Ain't it past your bedtime?

I'm waiting for a train.

When's the next train, meter maid?

Should be roarin' over our heads
any minute, darling.

I'm still waiting.

I told you, there's nothing to wait for.

I can't do the drops for you anymore.

I can't pick up your drug money.

It's getting out there.
I can't have that.

I got a family.

I got years on the force.

We're done, Hazel.

This isn't a paper route,

something you can just walk away from.

We've got nine years together.

I got all kinds of crap
on you, Officer Sampson.

You know, that crap flows
both ways, darlin'.

Look, why don't we part as friends.

It was good while it lasted.

You want to hear something funny?

I've been trying to get someone
to take you out for a month now.

Something about taking out a cop

brings out the old lady
in all the tough guys.

Well, it's nice to know somebody
still respects the badge.

Now let me roll up my window.

It's cold.

- Don't bother to roll it up!
- (TRAIN RUMBLES OVERHEAD)

You're gonna be cold in
just a minute either way.

Yeah. So I told him, I said, yeah.

Yeah, you know. Don't touch my leg.

That's right. Don't touch my leg.

It's right here. What? Move!

I called him again.
Said he'd be right down.

(ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES, DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

Ah, morning.

Forgive me for the way
I look, feel and smell,

but I wasn't expecting any visitors.

Well, forgive the way
I look, feel and smell,

but I wasn't planning
on doing any visiting.

Dr. Bull, I'm Gabrielle Ramsden
from the DA's office.

I apologize for waking you
at : in the morning,

but I need a favor
and the district attorney said

that you were the man to ask.

Well, you can tell him I already
did one, I got out of bed.

Then I need another one.

I'd like you to get into
that police car with me.

An officer has been sh*t and k*lled

and I need you to question the sh**t.

Don't you have detectives for that?

No, detectives won't do.

And time is of the essence.

Look, I'm happy to explain,
but I'd really prefer

to do it from a moving car.

The partner of the dead officer
caught the assailant.

We've got her down at the precinct.

- Her?
- (SIREN WAILING)

You ever heard of Hazel Diaz?

Why, is she saying she's heard of me?

She's a Brooklyn crime boss,

has been for years.

We've had her in custody

seven other times,
but she's got this act.

Well, at least I think it's an act.

Whenever she's in public,

she behaves like she's mentally ill.

Talks to herself, big grand gestures,

looks to people who aren't there.

It's kind of genius.

No sooner do we get her
downtown, then her lawyer

comes charging in,
demanding a competency hearing.

Whatever the crime,
the judge ends up sending her

to Bellingham for six months
of treatment and observation,

then she's right back out on the street.

I'm sorry. I missed the part about me.

I'm hoping you and I get to the
precinct before her lawyer does.

And then I'm hoping if I get
you two in a room together,

that you'll be able to testify

that she's competent to stand trial.

That's why I had to pull you out of bed.

That's why he has his siren on,

and that's why we're going
miles an hour through Midtown.

(SIGHS)

BULL: Hazel, do you know why you're here?

Three blind mice. Three blind mice.

- See how they run.
- Hazel, I'm gonna begin

- a forensic symptoms assessment.
- They went after the farmer's wife,

and she cuts off their tails
with a carving Kn*fe.

They want to know if you're a doctor.

They?

Well, you can just tell them

I'm a fella who's here to
ask you a few questions.

So you hear voices.

Have you ever seen such
a sight in your life?

Hey, guys. Are you listening?

He's asking me if I hear voices!

(LAUGHS)

Do you hear the voices on
the right side of your head

or the left side of your head?

Top or bottom?

Or do you hear them through your teeth?

That's a popular choice.

Did the voices tell you to
sh**t that police officer?

(WHIMPERS) I'm starting to get tired.

Were the voices telling you
Officer Sampson

was dangerous? That he was a thr*at?

No!

I don't know what he's
talking about, either.

♪ Three blind mice ♪

♪ Three blind mice ♪

♪ See how they run ♪

♪ See how they run ♪

Hazel.

Hazel.

Dear.

No more talking.

A sh*t in the dark.

Is this your attorney?

Hmm.

I'm afraid we haven't had the
pleasure. I'm Dr. Jason Bull.

Sean Perkins. I represent Ms. Diaz.

And this meeting is over.

Interesting, isn't it?

That you knew the precise precinct

she would be at
in the middle of the night,

when your client is in what appears to be

the middle of a psychotic break.

If not her, who could
have gotten word to you?

I'm sorry. I thought I made it clear

that this meeting is over.

You're a riveting conversationalist.

And as for the rest of you,

I look forward to chatting again soon.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Hey, hey. Letting the hubby
know you're almost done?

No hubby, it's my neighbor.

She's watching my seven-month-old.

Oh, congratulations. Boy or a girl?

Shih Tzu.

Boy.

Tom Jones.

I don't get it.

You ever hear a Shih Tzu bark?

You know what a deep voice Tom Jones has?

Got it.

Do you want to grab some breakfast?

No. (LAUGHS) I really need to know

what happened in your meeting with Hazel.

You know, I can multitask.

I can eat and talk.

I'm not gonna forget
between here and the diner.

Let's just do it here.

Okay.

Uh...

She didn't answer any of
the assessment questions.

I had a hunch that's how
she was gonna play it.

She's been to this rodeo before.

The key thing is, she's
conflating symptoms

of schizophrenia and bipolar disorder.

And that is usually a sign
that someone is a fake.

And if you haven't studied
the nuances of mental illness,

and you're not up-to-date
on your diagnostics,

she's giving a very credible performance.

What are you saying?

I'm saying the judge may believe her.

No. I can't let Hazel Diaz
walk an eighth time,

now when she's k*lled a cop.

Hey, Ms. ADA, I'm on your team.

And the lawyer knows that I'm on to them.

- How can you be sure?
- Well,

the minute he walked into the room,

she knew to shut up.

It was absolutely clear
she knew he was coming.

And how is that possible
if she can't tell reality

from fiction?

I mean, did she call him?

Will you testify to all of that
at the competency hearing?

Will I be able to buy
you coffee and eggs?

Not this morning, no.

Well, then I guess I'll have to testify

- so that I can see you again.
- Well, then I guess you will.

- Are we sharing a police car home?
- There's one out there for you.

I'm uptown; I'm taking a subway.

Hmm. You're tough.

You're persistent.

Oh, I haven't even taken my
persistence out of the box yet.

Good night, Dr. Bull.

And thank you.

Mark my words, as soon as I'm gone,

you're gonna be very hungry.

(BULL SIGHS)

Good morning, Mrs. Sampson.

Good morning, ADA Ramsden.

So what do you think our chances are?

How do you mean?

Chances of getting that lying m*rder*r

to take responsibility
for k*lling my husband.

To stand trial for
the first time in her life.

We're doing everything
we can, Mrs. Sampson.

In fact, this gentleman
standing next to you

is here to testify that
there's no reason in the world

for Hazel Diaz not to stand trial.

Dr. Bull,

as a licensed psychologist

with three PhDs in human behavior,

could I trouble you
for your observations?

Of course.

Initially, Ms. Diaz displayed

the textbook signs of schizophrenia:

delusions and hallucinations;

carry on conversations with people

who were not in the room with us.

GABRIELLE: That sounds serious.
Did Ms. Diaz display

any other signs of mental illness?

She did. She displayed signs

of rapid and disorganized speech,

which is typically

a symptom of bipolar disorder,

not schizophrenia.

GABRIELLE: Is it common for a person

to simultaneously display signs

of schizophrenia and bipolar disorder?

No, not common. Not normal.

Not... credible,

frankly. When a person

shows symptoms of several disorders,

it is almost always a key indicator

the person is malingering.

I'm sorry.

Can you define malingering, Dr. Bull?

Malingering is when a person
fakes a mental illness

in order to evade responsibility
for something.

GABRIELLE: And in your expert opinion,

is Ms. Diaz malingering?

Oh, in my expert opinion,

Ms. Diaz is the queen of malingering.

Based solely on the fact

that she was conflating symptoms
of several illnesses?

Oh, no,

not... solely.

It was also hard to miss
Ms. Diaz's response

when her attorney
was walking into the room.

The second he walked in,
he ordered her to stop talking,

and she did... it was obvious

she recognized him,
obvious she was not surprised

to see him, obvious she
knew he was coming,

and lucid enough to respond
to all of his commands.

- So to sum up...
- To sum up,

this woman is clearly not mentally ill.

She knew exactly
what she was doing that night,

and she is perfectly capable
of standing trial.

Thank you, Dr. Bull.

Dr. Bull...

approximately how long did your
interview with Hazel Diaz take?

Perhaps minutes.

It might well have lasted
longer, but as I mentioned...

you showed up.

So on the basis of a single
-minute encounter,

you think you can diagnose
this woman's mental state?

I didn't claim
to diagnose her mental state,

whatever your definition of that is.

I am simply here to offer

my expert opinion as to whether or not

- she is competent to stand trial.
- Are you aware

that this woman has been
suffering from schizophrenia

for over two decades now?

I am aware that that's her claim.

But you do understand
that during the incident

with Officer Sampson, and during

your subsequent interview,

she was in the middle
of a psychotic episode?

Again, I'm aware that's her claim.

And just to be clear,

the incident that you're speaking of

was cold-blooded m*rder
at point-blank range.

Execution. Assassination.

Those might be better terms

- for the "incident."
- Objection, Your Honor.

Nonresponsive answer.

BULL: And by the way,
if she was in the middle

of a psychotic state, she
would never have been able

to communicate with you the way she did.

Overruled.

All of it.

Overruled.

Well, I-I'd like to remind
Dr. Bull and the court

- that he is supposed to remain unbiased.
- And I would like

to remind the court
that what's in question today

is whether or not

Ms. Diaz is competent to stand trial.

And in order to be competent
to stand trial,

she must be able to effectively
communicate with her lawyer

and understand the charges against her.

That is the criteria, and in all my years

of practicing psychology,
I have never seen anyone

in a psychotic state communicate
with the extraordinary finesse

that Hazel Diaz did that night.

JUDGE: Thank you, Dr. Bull.

Mr. Perkins, if you don't have

any more questions for the good doctor,

can we move on with this hearing?

Yes, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Witness is excused.

In light of this testimony,

I believe that Hazel Diaz is indeed able

to both understand the nature

and consequences of these proceedings,

and is fully capable...

of assisting in her own defense.

Hazel Diaz, you are
therefore fit to stand trial,

which will commence this Wednesday.

(GAVEL BANGS)

(HANDCUFFS TIGHTEN)

(BENNY SIGHS)

_

- (CHUCKLES)
- _

CHUNK: Talk to her yet?

No.

No, I'm a terrible friend.

Truth is,

I don't know what to say to her.

You say what you feel.

I don't know what I feel.

I feel bad for her.

On the other hand, what she did

was a federal crime, and it
almost cost a man his business.

I get that, but still, she's my friend.

I can't just shut that off.

Have you spoken to her?

(SCOFFS) Left her a bunch of messages,

- but she hasn't called me back.
- Hasn't called me back, either.

Bull told me to start
interviewing candidates

to take her place.

Oh, well, with any luck,
you won't find anyone.

Come on, off the fence.
Tell us how you really feel.

I miss her.

And yeah, she did a bad thing.

But who among us

hasn't made a boneheaded mistake?

(SCOFFS) It's part of the journey.

Okay? And I think

if she had it to do over,
she'd do it differently.

So... anyway,

good luck with your interviews.

DANNY: Not.

BULL: This is not my first time

at the barbecue, missy.

Girl calls guy out of the blue.

It's only been a week.

Buys him breakfast. Next thing you know,

girl has expectations,

thinks she can take... certain liberties.

I have my moral code to consider.

And my reputation. So...

I think we ought to
slow things down here.

Let's start with breakfast, right?

I say we go halfsies.

What do I owe you, six bucks?

I'm guessing that's not
your first cup of coffee today.

Touché.

So, to what do I owe this...
bountiful feast?

I had a meeting in
the judge's chambers yesterday.

The other side admits

she sh*t the officer
at point-blank range.

- But?
- But...

they're pleading not guilty
by reason of insanity.

Hmm. You can't really be surprised.

She's spent her whole life
preparing for this moment.

Mm-hmm. And now, of course,

each side is entitled to hire an expert.

Theirs to prove that, while
she's competent to stand trial,

she's still mentally ill and was
so at the time of the sh**ting.

And ours to prove
that she's not crazy at all.

And I told them I want you.

And they went nuts,

which is how I know
I made the right choice.

And the judge approved it.

So, what do you say?

The DA's office has asked me to
serve as forensic psychologist

on the Hazel Diaz case.

BENNY: Wait, I'm confused.

They're hiring you and not TAC?

I don't mean to get all gooey on you,

but when they hire me,
if the need is there,

they get all of you, too.

I mean, we won't be doing

our usual voir dire and all of that,

but I will be counting on the four of you

to help me do my job,

which is to convince the jury

that this was exactly what it looks like:

- a cold-blooded k*lling.
- CHUNK: Well...

we're here for you, boss.

BULL: Good. Tomorrow morning,

a pile of court documents
and medical records will arrive,

and I need all hands on deck
to go through them.

What exactly is it
that we're looking for?

I don't know.

Basically, I've got two arrows
in my quiver.

I get to do another assessment with her.

Didn't you already do one of those?

- Sure did.
- BENNY: And since you've already proven

that she's capable of standing trial,

how is a second assessment
at a later date gonna prove

that she was insane
at the time of the k*lling?

Precisely. Which is why
I need to use the assessment

to get her to implicate herself.

You're gonna try to get her to confess?

A man can dream.

DANNY: And what about the "second arrow"?

Her insanity defense
holds water because...

the crime itself appears illogical.

She had no apparent reason
to k*ll Officer Sampson.

It appears completely random.

Just like the nursery rhyme
she was singing

during our first interview.

But what if it wasn't?

What if she ex*cuted Sampson

for a reason?

Then she doesn't look so crazy.

Let's look into everyone
in Sampson's life.

Okay. I'll reach out
to the wife, to the kids.

I'll track down his partner,

talk to other people he worked with.

I'll start poring through
those documents tomorrow.

Do you need me to help you prep
for your assessment?

That'd be great.

And, uh, so, who's looking
into the cyber side of things?

Well, Marissa's working on that.
We'll find somebody.

Just takes a little while.

Oh, 'cause I know someone
who's really good,

and, uh, instantly available.

This is not a conversation
you want to have with me.

No. No. This is not a conversation

you want to have with us.

Because you're afraid we
might change your mind.

Speak for yourself.

Please.

Wow.

I would have hoped that we could
have at least talked about it.

By all means.

Feel free to talk among yourselves...

when you're off the clock,

or at your new place of employment.

- (KNOCKS)
- He's not home.

Getting ready for the big evaluation?

Chunk's putting the equipment
in the car as we speak.

Well, then maybe this should wait.

It about Hazel Diaz?

It's not good.

Knowledge is power. Let me have it.

I was reviewing Hazel's
early medical records,

and I realized the woman that
Hazel calls her mother...

is actually her aunt.

- And this is important why?
- Because it's a consequence

of her real mother having
been in a mental institution

from her early s until
she passed years ago.

Being treated for what?

Schizophrenia.

- Oh, God...
- I only mention it

because according to the literature,

if you have a parent with schizophrenia,

you are times more
likely to have it yourself.

Wow, there's a handy fact
I'm sure the defense

- can't wait to share.
- Bull...

is it possible that Hazel isn't lying?

No.

I was with her an hour
after she committed the crime.

The lady was acting.

It's true, it's times more likely

if a parent is schizophrenic
that you could be, too,

but it's a hundred times
more likely if you're a criminal

and someone makes you aware
of those statistics,

that you will find a way
to use them to your advantage.

I got to go.

I...

BULL: You bring a lot of memory cards?

- Oh, hours' worth.
- Good.

It may take that long
to get her to cr*ck.

- When you say cr*ck...
- The longer

I can keep her talking,
answering questions,

the more likely she is to slip up

and reveal something
the ADA can use on the stand.

And if she doesn't?

She will.

Nobody can keep up that act all day long.

CHUNK: Each of these memory cards

is good for one hour.

When the camera dings, you change it out.

Got it.

As soon as you're done, and they
give you your cell phone back,

sh**t me a text, and I'll be
back with the car in a flash.

- Could be a while.
- I wouldn't worry about it.

(LOCK BUZZES)

Looks like the guest
of honor has arrived.

Hmm.

Is that for me?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Ah.

I don't want to miss a word.

And you are...?

Dr. Jason Bull.

We've actually met a couple times before.

I interviewed you shortly after
the m*rder of Officer Sampson,

and saw you in court
during your competency hearing.

Yes.

I remember seeing you in court.

Hmm. But not our earlier encounter?

I heard you talking about it in court...

(LAUGHS) You're really good.

You never break character, do you?

So this character
you're doing right now...

she's, um, pretending to be on her meds?

Is that...?

Is that the idea?

And the character
that I met the other night,

um, at the police precinct...

she didn't have the benefit
of her meds because she,

presumably, was in the middle
of a psychotic break.

Do I have the story right?

Let's see what medications
they have you on.

Ooh. Ah, that's a big one.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Injections or oral medication?

Oh. Oral meds.

Much easier to avoid.

What do you do?

Spit 'em out when the orderly
turns his back?

Okay. Let's get started.

Tell me about Officer Sampson.

Who?

The man you sh*t.

Is that who it was? Was that his name?

According to his widow

and his children

and the officers

that he worked with,
yes, that was his name.

Sorry. I don't think
I can help you with that.

Because you don't remember
anything that happened?

Hmm.

What's the last thing you do remember?

I... took a nap late in the afternoon.

Do you remember waking up?

Yes. In the hospital... the next morning.

So that's... that.

You just don't remember
anything in between.

I guess we don't have anything
to talk about.

Yeah, mm-hmm, I guess not.

(SIGHS) Okay, well, I just
have a few more questions.

Um, you remember what

you were wearing when
you laid down to take the nap?

Your clothes... what'd you have on?

What difference does... it make?

Oh, it makes a huge difference to me.

Well, feels like
it's a waste of time to me.

I mean, it's not like we have all day.

Oh, no. We do.

That's the best part of this.

We have all the time in the world.

And then I woke up in the hospital.

And that was the first time

you saw the raincoat and the boots?

Yes, yes and yes.

Just like I told you before.

I have no memory of putting them on.

I just remember laying down on my bed

to take a nap

and waking up at the hospital.

No memory of loading the g*n,
hiding it in your coat,

being inches from the officer's face

and pulling the trigger,
watching his head explode?

No, no and no.

How many times would you like to hear it?

- (CAMERA BEEPS)
- A few.

But give me a second.

I need to change this memory card.

HAZEL: I don't know
how much longer I can do this.

- I need a nap.
- No, ma'am.

You're dangerous when you take a nap.

So, the night of the m*rder,

which hand did you use

to pull the trigger
when you sh*t Officer Sampson?

For the th time,

I have no memory
of sh**ting Officer Sampson.

And why do you think that is?

Why do you think you don't remember?

I have already told you all of this.

Like you, I have forgotten.

I have no memory of it.

So why don't you tell me

one more time... please?

I was in the middle of a psychotic break,

and I never remember anything

that happens during a psychotic break.

(GROANS)

All right.

(CLEARS THROAT)

When you have these psychotic
breaks, you hear voices?

You hear voices, right?

I do.

And on the night
of Officer Sampson's m*rder,

- do you remember hearing voices?
- I do.

And what were they saying?

You know, I don't know. (SCOFFS)

Uh, nonsense, gibberish,
three blind mice.

Three blind mice?

Hmm.

You know, you've spent
the last seven hours telling me

you don't remember anything
about that night.

I mean, now you remember hearing voices

and what they were saying?

Hmm.

Maybe you remember what you

- were wearing.
- I do not.

Or which hand was holding the g*n

- that pulled the trigger.
- I do not.

Or why you k*lled Office Sampson
in the first place.

I do not!

We have a real problem here, Hazel,

because there's no such thing
as having a psychotic break

and remembering some things

and not remembering other things, hmm?

Unless, of course, you're lying.

Are you a liar, Hazel?

I'm not a liar!

I am not lying!

- Oh, my goodness.
- I am not lying!

- I am not lying!
- You're not

losing your temper, are you?

I am not lying!

Because that would be
almost impossible...

- I am not a liar...
- given the medication

you're supposedly taking.

- I am not a liar!
- Unless you're not taking it!

- I am not a liar!
- (LOCK BUZZES)

Well, this has been fascinating.

But you know what they say.

All good things must come to an end.

Not to worry. I got what I need.

I know.

I feel the same way.
I'm gonna miss you, too,

but we'll always have the
Bellingham Visitors Lounge.

Now, treat her nice.

She's a sweetheart,
notwithstanding the whole

cold-blooded k*ller thing!

So, with four years
at Trial Analysis Corporation,

I'm curious, what possessed you to leave?

I've reached out to them
a number of times

regarding your work history.

No one's gotten back to me.

Marissa Morgan...
was she your direct supervisor?

Yes. And a great person to work for.

And, I mean, I just...

I was just at a place where it felt like

I had gone as far as I could go.

I'm young

and I wanted to see
what else was out there.

And according to this,
you're self-taught.

- Hmm.
- Which is very impressive.

Yeah, I mean, I've always loved computers

and code and-and the Internet,

and I was just sort of
born at the right moment.

Or as I like to say,

we were both sort of born
at the right moment.

Terrific.

Well, this all looks wonderful. I mean,

we have a couple of more hurtles.

There are some other people
I would need you to meet,

but I'm not anticipating
it's anything you can't handle.

No problem. Just say the word.

And we're still waiting on
your security clearance history.

We outsource that,
so it could take a week or so.

Well, I don't think there are
going to be any surprises there.

- Have a great day.
- You, too.

(SIGHS)

BULL: And on the night
of Officer Sampson's m*rder,

- do you remember hearing voices?
- I do.

And what were they saying?

You know, I don't know. (SCOFFS)

Uh, nonsense, gibberish,
three blind mice.

BULL: Three blind mice?

You know, you've spent
the last seven hours telling me

you don't remember anything
about that night.

Well, there you go.

I'm not so sure.

W-What do you mean?

I'm worried the jury looks
at that and thinks,

"He bullied her into it.

"Kept her there for hours.

What's it really prove?"

Well, it proves she's not crazy.

Maybe.

I'm not sure it's enough.

Well, what is it you want
that you don't have?

What a great question.

We don't have a "why."

The jury's gonna be inclined
to think she's crazy

'cause a random k*lling
is crazy, but a "why,"

a "why" washes all the crazy away.

BULL: Why did you sh**t

Officer Sampson?

I have no idea.

I wouldn't know him if I fell over him.

BULL (YAWNS): Oh, come on.
No one's gonna believe that.

HAZEL: It's true.

DANNY: Do you have grand in the...?

You can't do that.

Can't sneak up on me like
that. I'm a middle-aged man

who's not taking care of himself.

Sorry.

Next time I will call
and announce myself.

What was it you asked me?

Do you have $ , in the bank?

'Cause I sure don't.

Don't even have a tenth of that.

Where are you going with this?

You're not gonna ask me
for a loan, are you?

Office Sampson has that much.

He has over half a million
dollars in an offshore account.

Well, maybe he inherited it.

Nope. He grew it.

For the past ten years,
he deposited $ , a month,

year in, year out, in cash.

And you and I both know
that no cop in America

makes that much to put away.

Unless he was getting paid off.

Unless he was getting paid off.

Officer Chambers.

Hey. Dr. Jason Bull. Can I have a minute?

You said you're a doctor?

Yes. I'm working with the DA's office.

I'm on your side, which is to say,

I'm on Officer Sampson's side.

I just have a few questions.

I've already gone over my
testimony with ADA Ramsden.

They're waiting for me inside.

I know. Why do you think she did it?

You're his partner.
You must have a theory.

I don't think it was a big mystery.

He was investigating her

for drug trafficking and racketeering.

She was doing business on our b*at.

He was getting close.

The man d*ed a hero.

All that crap about her
being crazy is just that.

Yeah. That's my theory, too,

until I found out
he had $ , in the bank.

Would you rather have heard
about that on the stand?

Let's have an honest conversation.

Your partner, Sampson, was no detective.

He was a b*at cop, just like you.

And I'm sure Hazel
was running her business

right under your noses, just
like dozens of other criminals.

That's not why she k*lled him,
and you know it.

The only way to put
this woman away for m*rder

is to prove there was a purpose
for the k*lling.

My guess is Officer Sampson
was getting paid off

to protect Hazel Diaz's drug ring.

I have to go now.

Were you?

If you're really a good cop,
if you're really clean,

you'll go in there and tell the truth.

If the jury understands...

No one's going to understand.

He was a good cop, too.

He was trying to say
that enough was enough,

that he wasn't gonna
take her money anymore.

That's why she k*lled him. There.

- You happy now?
- No.

Not until you say it to the jury.

I can't do that.

If you read the papers,
Sampson d*ed a hero.

I can't take that away from his family.

I can't k*ll him twice

in front of his wife, his kids,
or the brotherhood.

So you're gonna lie to protect his honor,

- but you're gonna let his k*ller walk?
- (PHONE CHIMES, VIBRATES)

It's ADA Ramsden.

She's looking for me.

Just to be clear,

she's looking for you
to tell the truth in there.

Good talking with you. (SIGHS)

How long did your forensic
assessment with Hazel Diaz last?

Eight hours and minutes.

And during this time,
did she say anything

to cause you to doubt

her doctor's diagnosis of schizophrenia?

As a matter of fact, yes.

She insisted it was impossible
for her to remember anything

about the night of the m*rder
due to her psychotic break,

but later claimed
she remembered hearing voices.

Unfortunately, both of those things

cannot be true.

In fact, they contradict each other.

If it had been a true psychotic break,

she would have had no memory
of the event, period.

Was there anything else
that caught your attention

during the assessment?

Yes. She got very agitated

when I pointed out
this contradiction to her.

And why would that surprise you?

You were, for all intents and purposes,

calling her a liar.

Well, Hazel was supposedly
on anti-psychotic medication.

Though I suspect
she was spitting them out

when the orderlies
weren't looking, and the reason

I say this is, had she
been taking the medication,

and if the dosage had been adequate,

she wouldn't have been capable
of getting that upset.

Those dr*gs are extremely potent
and heavy sedatives.

So, to summarize...

It is my professional opinion

that Hazel Diaz
has been lying to this court

not only about her mental illness,

but also about her medical treatment.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Dr. Bull, if I told you that Hazel Diaz

has a family history of schizophrenia,

would that change your assessment of her?

Here we go.

I'm aware that Hazel
was raised by her aunt

because her mother was placed
in a mental institution

from the time Hazel was an infant.

I'm also aware her mother
was diagnosed as schizophrenic.

And doesn't this make it more likely

that Hazel Diaz herself

would also have schizophrenia?

BULL: Well, it makes it more likely,

but it doesn't change my assessment.

Hazel's mother was diagnosed
with schizophrenia at .

Hazel didn't seek treatment
until she was .

It's highly unusual

for the first signs of schizophrenia

to manifest themselves

when someone is almost years old.

"Highly unusual"?

Extremely unusual.

But not impossible.

In late-onset schizophrenia,

the symptoms manifest themselves
in a very different manner.

So you admit there is such a thing

as late-onset schizophrenia?

Yes, but I don't think that's what...

Thank you, Dr. Bull. That will be all.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Your Honor,
if I may be heard on redirect?

Can you explain

how late-onset schizophrenia
manifests itself?

Late-onset schizophrenia presents itself

in a much less... aggressive manner.

Late-onset schizophrenics, for example,

require a lower daily dose of
medication, and they do not

act out in a violent manner
towards others.

Does Hazel Diaz exhibit signs
of late-onset schizophrenia?

She does not.

She exhibits signs

of someone who is feigning
early-onset schizophrenia.

Thank you, Dr. Bull.

Well, I think, uh,

you two did what you set out to do.

No, not quite a touchdown.

Afraid it's all up to him now.

GABRIELLE: Officer Chambers...

on the night of the m*rder,
you were not in the squad car

with Officer Sampson, were you?

No, I was not.

Can you tell us why?

Officer Sampson sent me to get coffee.

Did he often send you for coffee?

Objection. Relevance?

Sustained.

Miss Ramsden, please get to your point.

GABRIELLE: Yes, Your Honor.
Officer Chambers,

do you think
that Officer Sampson sent you

for coffee because he knew
he was about to have a meeting

with Hazel Diaz, and he didn't want

- to compromise you?
- Objection,

Your Honor, calls for speculation,

and counsel knows it.

She's trying to plant completely
unsupported inferences

- with the jury.
- Miss Ramsden.

You focus your questions properly,

or I'm gonna have them
stricken from the record.

Yes, Your Honor.

Officer Chambers,
did you and your partner

ever discuss money?

How do you mean?

Mm, personal finances.

Yes, of course. From time to time.

Did he ever share with you

that he had an offshore account

with about $ , in it?

(GALLERY MURMURING)

I don't think he ever shared
the specific amount.

Hmm.

I'd like to offer into evidence

the ten years and four months
of monthly cash deposits

equaling $ , .

Do you have any idea
where all of this money

might have come from, Officer Chambers?

He told me it came from Hazel Diaz.

(GALLERY MURMURING)

GABRIELLE: Hazel Diaz?

OFFICER: I don't believe this.

This Hazel Diaz?

Who claims to not know the victim?

Who claims to have been in the midst

of a psychotic break
at the time of the sh**ting?

Yes.

He told me he received
$ , cash every month

to do bag drops and provide protection

for Hazel Diaz's drug business.

(GALLERY MURMURING)

When Officer Sampson sent you for coffee,

did you have a sense
that something was gonna happen?

No. I mean, not really.

I mean, I knew that he was
probably gonna meet with Hazel,

but I obviously had no idea
that she was gonna k*ll him.

And was there anything different
about Officer Sampson

on that specific night
or leading up to that night?

Yes.

Just that he told me that he wished...

that he could put a stop to it.

He felt like he was too deep in,

and he didn't know how to get out.

He was worried
that his family would find out.

His boys and his wife.

He was even contemplating

turning in the accused, which would mean

turning himself in.

You know, good people make mistakes.

He was a good person...

just trying to undo a mistake.

Thank you, Officer Chambers.

(HAZEL MOANING)

They're coming

for me!

They're all lying,

and they're coming for me!

Make them go away!

- Tell them to go away!
- (GAVEL POUNDING)

- No! No! I told them I didn't do it!
- JUDGE: Call the paramedics.

Clear the jury.

That I was with you!

- I'll see if I can find the paramedics.
- Officer.

Clear the jury.

Get off me!

- They don't believe me!
- OFFICER: If the jury will please

make their way back to the jury room.

(HAZEL SCREAMING)

(SHRIEKING)

I told them I was with you.

I told them I was with all of you.

I got her. You know I didn't

because I wouldn't do anything

like that. Just hold her still.

- Get her a Zophramine sh*t.
- They're lying.

It's the only thing
that's gonna sedate her.

No, no, no, you have to take her
to the hospital first.

With all due respect, she is clearly

- a danger to herself and others.
- I know. I know.

- No.
- Look at her.

I promise you, this will calm her down.

Of course, if she isn't really sick,

it will almost certainly
bring on seizures.

(WHIMPERS) No!

No. No.

No.

Get off me.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Ms. Ramsden, Dr. Bull.

My client was wondering
if there were any way

she could speak with you both.

Why are we here?

PERKINS: Hazel is interested

in a plea deal.

- But we're not.
- She is offering

years in a mental institution
of her choosing,

and in return,

she will give information

on the top three
drug cartel leaders in New York.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Can you give us a minute?

I'm sure I'm telling you
what you already know,

but take this to a verdict.

You have her, and she knows it.

Otherwise, she wouldn't
be offering a plea deal.

And what's in it for me?

Another breakfast.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

We the jury find the defendant,

Hazel Diaz...

guilty of m*rder in the first degree.

Oh! Yes!

(APPLAUSE)

Hey.

Hey. I've been waiting
for you, counselor.

Congratulations on your victory.

Thanks. Couldn't have done it
without you.

Well, my pleasure. There's no one

in the district attorney's office

I'd rather get up
in the middle of the night for.

How long you been waiting to say that?

Uh, awhile.

You know, you come up with
these things in your head,

and then it's just a matter of timing.

Patience. Waiting for the perfect moment.

(CHUCKLES)

Don't I owe you breakfast?

(CHUCKLES) You've been waiting
to say that, too, huh?

Guilty.

Can I buy you dinner?

Okay, that one was spontaneous, I swear.

I don't believe you.

- So that's a no?
- (CHUCKLES) No.

Is that a yes?

- Yes.
- How long you been waiting to do that?

(CHUCKLES)