Bull (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 18 - Dressed to Kill - full transcript

Bull and Chunk's bond is tested when Bull helps the prime suspect in the murder of Chunk's fashion mentor, Nella Wester (Paulina Porizkova), a model-turned-designer who was killed during her own runway show.

WOMAN: I need
makeup over here, please.

- MAN: I know, I know. We're on time.
- MAN 2: Come on, guys.

- MAN: Oh, there she is.
- WOMAN: Hurry up.

MAN: Let's go!

MAN: Hey, you
wanna finish her up?

WOMAN: All right.

CHUNK: Bull.

Bull. Hello?

[CHUCKLES]

You and your observation
game. All right, what do you see?

This hair guy hates his model.



She's a handful.

And in the back there,
they're having an affair.

And your former boss
is one tough cookie.

Will, will you please keep up?

Nella's still a hard-ass.

That's Miss Hard-Ass
to you, Mr. Chunk.

Nella, you know my
boss, Dr. Jason Bull.

You've only had one real
boss, and that was me.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, and that's Will.
He's the new me.

Hi.

And I love your
futuristic theme.

- When do I get my iScarf?
- When Will invents it.

Him and his fancy science degree.
God, he's such a disappointment.



Will.

If that reporter gets close to
the finale gown, you're fired.

WILL: OK, got it.

Will. Nella is
still anal about...

- Design theft, I know.
- OK.

Thank you.

Hi there. I'm Jason.

Hi. I'm Allie.

- Allie.
- I know I look like a stoplight.

Well, you could definitely
cause a traffic jam or two.

Have a good show,
Miss Stoplight.

Welcome to Fashion Week.

We met in this exact
spot three years ago.

You wouldn't let me
date whatshername.

- I wouldn't let you?
- Jason, he saved you.

I saw that girl, and
you dodged a missile.

Chunk, it looks like you finally did
something right in the fashion world.

You know what? Don't come for
me today, OK? I'm here for the show.

Chunk, it's OK.

You look gorgeous, J.

[♪ THROTTLE: HIT THE ROAD JACK]

That's Kira Petrova, new face
of Nella Wester's print campaign.

Look at that silhouette.

♪ No more, no more, no
more, no more Hit the road, Jack

♪ And don't you
come back no more

♪ Hit the road, Jack
and don't come back

♪ No more, no more, no more...

Not everybody can pull off
white gold, but she does it.

Ah! Speaking of
white gold. Diana.

- Texas Diana?
- Yeah.

- [GROANS]
- Oh, my.

It's dirty, isn't it?

She knows where I am.
She's just trying to distract me.

CHUNK: I knew I liked her.

- WOMAN: It's Nella, not Kira.
- WOMAN 2: Oh, my goodness.

WOMAN: She wasn't even
supposed to model today.

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

Whoo!

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

Once a model, always
a model. She's still got it.

Nella? Nella!

- Is there a doctor in the house?
- I need some help.

We're at the Armory.
My friend, she's collapsed.

She's not breathing.
I can't get a pulse.

And we need some
help. You gotta hurry!

Would you stop taking pictures?!

WOMAN: The fashion
world is in mourning

after the sudden death of
renowned designer Nella Wester.

Rumors have surged lately that she
had an undisclosed heart condition.

Sources close to Wester say
she's a recovering drug addict

but had been clean for years.

As fashion luminaries
gather at a service later today,

the medical examiner's
office works hard

to determine the cause
of Nella Wester's death.

I just know it was a brain
aneurysm. My aunt had one.

Dropped dead in the middle
of Thanksgiving dinner.

Jessica, it was a seizure. I saw her
face when she died. It was a mask.

Easy. People are hardwired to
gossip. It releases endorphins.

[BRITISH ACCENT]
Fine, fine, I'll say it.

Nella ODed. She didn't sew,
but she loved her needles.

Chunk, I know it hurts.

Brent, she's been clean
for ten years. Shut up.

BRENT: Jean-Carlo,
you're so sensitive.

- Who's Prince Charming?
- He's Brent Orlov.

Nella's biggest competitor.
And a vile, vindictive douche.

[BLOWS KISS] Hi, Chunky.

You afraid he's right?
That she fell off the wagon?

No.

- Well...
- This is crazy.

There's one way to find out.

- Hey, Dr. Bull.
- Tough day.

Yeah. Yeah.

This is Kira, my fiancée.

- Oh, congratulations.
- Thank you. I am the lucky one.

Hmm.

Will, I have one question for
you. Was Nella using heroin?

- Bull.
- MAN: Excuse me. Coming through.

- What?
- Excuse me.

- BULL: If it isn't Neil Pike.
- Ah, Jason Bull.

Did you know Nella Wester
died of arsenic poisoning?

- MAN: What?
- My God.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. It was no accident.

Her dress was infused with trivalent
arsenic, which absorbs through the skin.

She was dead the minute she put on
that dress. She just didn't know it yet.

Oh, my God.

William Mercado, you are
under arrest for her murder.

What? You... You can't be
serious. This is a mistake.

- Let him go. Let him go.
- No.

- WILL: You can't be serious.
- BULL: Chunk...

- What did you do?
- Nothing, I swear.

All right, all right.

What's your favorite game,
Will, checkers or chess?

- Don't think about it, just answer.
- Neither. I like Pictionary.

Will Mercado wanted
to watch Ms. Wester die.

It wasn't enough to
kill. He had to humiliate.

It's sickening.
Numerous employees...

- What are we doing?
- Due diligence.

Heard Mercado threaten to
kill her. He simply snapped.

And he's got a PhD in
chemistry. Are you done now?

Pike's a renegade,

forces early arrests so he can
pressure people to plead out.

He's a bully with
the NYPD as muscle.

- No.
- What?

You wanna defend the
man that killed my friend?

- What if Will didn't do it?
- And you get this how?

He's not a chess player.

Think about the
spectacle of the crime.

Nella dying right as
she hits the runway.

The right amount of poison.
The right amount of time.

It takes planning,
thinking six moves ahead.

This wasn't chess, Bull.

She was my mentor.

I know, Chunk.

KIRA: Mr. Pike, they
wouldn't let me go with him.

PIKE: It's not a field trip,
miss. He's a criminal suspect.

KIRA: Will couldn't
have done this.

Can you at least tell
me where they took him?

Look, I can't help you.

KIRA: Please. Please.

If facts reveal Will may not have
done it, are you willing to just sit by?

Let's at least look into it.

OK.

Bull.

You better be right.

So Nella had 25 full-time
employees, dozens of contractors,

several million in loans and
a handful of volatile investors.

And she was abusive. Lots of
people could have wanted her dead.

Speaking of which, temp
forgot to charge my phone.

Again? When are you
gonna replace your assistant?

- When I find someone I like.
- Bull, it's been a month.

The temps ain't cutting it.

- I knew I should have brought Chunk.
- What? Why?

So he could give you side-eye
the whole time for taking the case?

Be glad I'm here.

Does someone need me to tell
her that she is loved and needed?

There's the side-eye. After you.

Will Mercado totally killed her.

You sound convinced, Delilah.

You would be too if you got an
email saying he was gonna kill her.

- I gave it to the police, of course.
- Of course.

Do you know if the police will be
returning the wedding dress back to us?

Ugh, that dress.

It took a dozen people 3,000
hours to create that wedding gown.

Now all of it's headed to some
toxic waste dump, just like this place.

[SIGHS]

- Poor Nella.
- Giancarlo. Changing wardrobe?

Well, I designed this for
Nella's menswear collection.

And Brent Orlov is throwing some
ritzy black-tie-only tomorrow night,

and this will come in handy.

You regularly hang out
with Nella's biggest rival?

I'm looking for a job,
OK? This place is done.

And so are we.

Will, you made bail.

I am that good, yes.

Kira.

Oh.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

I'm so sorry. Thank
you for coming.

KIRA: Where else would I be?

They look happy.

- Come with us.
- Here's your bag.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

You know why Bull
took the case? You.

Right.

He knows how much
Nella meant to you,

wants to make sure the right
person goes down for the crime.

Take it from me, you do too.

DIANA: Hey, baby.

Diana.

- How's Texas?
- Big.

How are those models
at Fashion Week?

- Tall.
- Yeah, just you and Chunk.

Tearing it up like Butch
and Sundance, pre-Bolivia.

Yeah, that's us.

Well, careful there, Sundance.

You don't want that
fall fashion to kill you.

Hello?

Is it too soon to ask
what you're wearing?

I do like you. You are so easy.

Only with you.

Yeah, I got myself a pair of your pants
lying around here somewhere to prove it.

You're not wearing them?

Baby, I'm not wearing a thing.

Bad news. The prosecution
found arsenic on Will's hands.

I handled the wedding
dress at the show.

Marissa, we need a doctor
in a white coat to say that.

Expert witness. Got it.

Also Pike's got Will's
email threatening Nella.

"I'm gonna kill Nella,
I swear to God."

"She's a..." Bad word. "who
deserves to die screaming."

- Let's not let Chunk see that.
- I didn't mean it literally.

I said the same thing about
Giancarlo two days ago.

Not helping, Will.

What does the prosecution's evidence all
have in common? It's all circumstantial.

It requires the jury to
look at a bunch of dots

and perceive a
pattern that says guilty.

We need to sell the idea that
ADA Pike is weaving a tale.

He is creating
something out of nothing.

We need to find jurors
who don't like that.

So we need practical people.

That's right. No Picassos.

No storytellers, artists
or abstract thinkers.

Left-brain only.

Mrs. Jefferson,
do you like dogs?

I own three pitbulls. Why?

Dogs? Really, Bull? Sometimes
I think you make this stuff up.

It's called random correlation.

Practical people tend to
like classical music and dogs,

ergo we like Wanda Jefferson.

Juror number four, on the
other hand, the doodler?

Way too creative.

We thank and excuse
juror number four.

What other random correlations have
you found to identify practical people?

Do you keep a journal?

- No.
- Mm-mm.

Do you wear a watch?

Now, if you were a dinosaur,
what kind would you be?

- JUDGE: We have a jury.
- The People are ready, Your Honor.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is a case of
premeditated and cold-blooded murder.

MARISSA: Not a bad haul.

We have six very
practical jurors

and two others leaning that way.

Four creatives.

Now it's time for
us to get creative.

Crullers from
Sadie's. Look at that.

My favorite Sadie's, in the
Bronx, 45 minutes away?

I was in the neighborhood.

- You trying to make me feel better?
- Why? Would that work?

- Marissa, anything yet?
- Yeah, mirror jury results came in.

Oliveira, Jefferson and Whistler

responded to Benny's
opening statement.

But not Andrew Wong. Odd.

CABLE: Wong's
a financial planner.

I mean, maybe he's more
creative than we gave him credit for.

No. It's his clothes. Monday,
black pants, black shirt.

Tuesday, black
pants, green shirt.

Wednesday... You get the idea.

- He likes his black pants.
- But not fashion.

He is threatened by
Will's cool-kid vibe.

CHUNK: Everyone
expresses their fashion,

whether they're
aware of it or not.

It's how we interact
with the environment.

- CABLE: Right.
- Ah, Cable.

You're trying to say you're
countercultural and unique.

But the hipster effect,
and it is a real thing,

says that you really just
look like every other hipster.

Not so unique. Case in point.

And Marissa. You
love to dress up.

And I would say that your high
heels flatter your lovely figure,

were I not your boss, so...

Were I not your employee,
I would say thank you.

Chunk, what is Bull's
psychological fashion profile?

Cardigans. Professional
but not overt.

He hides behind the suit. Dark
colors. Same look every day.

Stylish. Gives him the
ability to watch or be watched.

A man for all seasons.

BULL: Well, I know you two put
a lot of thought into appearance,

so clearly you're gonna have no
problem figuring out a look for Will

that stops scaring Mr. Wong.

Right, Chunk?

Yeah. On it.

So, the prosecution just
dropped a revised witness list.

Two new names. Giancarlo
Sartor and Brent Orlov.

Nella Wester's number
two guy and her competitor.

They must have
damaging testimony.

We need to talk to them
and find out what it is.

I happen to know where
they'll both be tonight, in a tux.

Marissa, slip on your favorite
high heels. We're going to a party.

- Brent Orlov is my favorite designer.
- Stop having fun, Marissa.

We're here to work.

It's time to get
down to business.

[♪ DEMI LOVATO: CONFIDENT]

All right, we're here to
cross-examine witnesses.

Think of it as a
sexier People's Court.

People in $20,000 dresses.

Cable, you didn't see that.

I totally saw that,
but I won't tell.

- Hi.
- Gemma.

- So this is Marissa Morgan...
- Do you mind zipping me?

I'm alone tonight. I
couldn't quite reach.

- Why do I not believe that?
- Oh, shut up.

Was that shade? I
think that was shade.

I'm weirdly flattered.

And there's Orlov.

BULL: Fire-engine red,

and that married
couple he's talking to...

The wife is having
an affair with Orlov.

- Really?
- And so is her husband.

I will make sure not to bring
that up, and you go find Giancarlo.

Mmm.

Two-drink maximum.

Kira. Hey. Didn't
expect to find you here.

- I really like those shoes.
- Thank you.

- They're amazingly comfortable.
- Ah. Lucky you.

- You look gorgeous.
- Thank you.

Come.

Brent Orlov.

I know who you are. I'm Marissa.

Marissa.

Can I just tell you what your
fall collection meant to me?

Please.

The embroidery on the
chiffon and tulle gowns

was a master class
in wearable poetry.

Well, I'm so glad
you like to read.

You must allow me to
write something on you.

I would love that.

My pleasure.

You know fashion on a runway,

I know fashion in a courthouse,

and the key to sartorial success in
court is to make the jury comfortable.

Chunk, thank you for doing this.

To make this jury comfortable...
you will dress down.

None of that hipster
fashionista happening vibe.

Look, I want you to...

These are people that value
function. You dress for fashion.

You wear bright
colors, they'll hate you.

You wear weird, cool
fabrics, they'll hate you.

- Sure, man. I just need to tell you...
- Those socks are both.

Lose 'em.

I didn't kill Nella. I swear.

Wear these instead.

MARISSA: What are you
gonna say in court tomorrow?

Must be fascinating if the
prosecution wants you on the stand.

It is.

Will Mercado asked me to
find him an arsenic supplier.

Something about
making a dye. "Die."

[LAUGHS] Nella...

Arsenic was used in fabric dyes
in the 19th century. Who knew?

It killed a lot of Victorians.

I'm looking up suppliers now.

You can't be too unhappy
about her death, though.

I mean, you two
were rivals, right?

God, did she have an ego.

Bragged that she was creating
something revolutionary.

Revolutionary.

Said it would change
the face of couture.

I've been an awful host.

Please allow me to
get you something else.

BULL: What are you
saying in court, Giancarlo?

What am I saying in
court? Just what I saw.

When I went back,

Will Mercado was spraying
something on the wedding dress.

Was it arsenic? No idea.

- Do you think he killed her?
- Before, I would have said no.

He's such a nerd, right?

But, I mean, nicest
guy in the world...

Bull, I may have
something for you.

Was Nella working on anything
revolutionary, game-changing?

A new line maybe?

Game-changing? No. Oh, crap.
I wonder if that's what got stolen.

Stolen?

Her studio got broken
into? You didn't mention that.

It was the night after Nella died.
They broke into the safe and...

I don't even know what they
took. She was so secretive.

Tupac could have been in there.

Oh. Anderson!

Game-changing. Theft.

Huh.

Hey. Ah, look.

It's Stoplight. She was
at the fashion show.

- Hello, Allie.
- Hello.

- How's modeling?
- I'm retiring.

Model years are like dog
years and I just turned 29, so...

[LAUGHS]

Yeah, one foot in the grave.

Well, smart girl like you, I'm
sure you'll land on your feet.

Hope so.

It's too bad about that
break-in at Nella's studio.

She got robbed? Of what?

Nella was working on some kind
of cutting-edge, revolutionary thing.

Hmm.

She did ask a few of
the models at the show

if they'd be available
for a campaign in the fall.

- What kind of a campaign?
- I don't know. I didn't make the cut.

I walk in the room and all she
wants to do is look at my feet.

And I was a dancer, so there's a
whole lot of bad going on down there.

Feet.

[CHUCKLES]

Shoes.

Raise your arm.

So, how long were
you Nella's assistant?

CHUNK: Two years.

Two long years. Some
days I wanted to kill her.

But when I wanted
to go to Vogue,

she wrote the greatest
recommendation letter I've ever read.

Except for when Kira said yes,

the best day of my life
was when Nella hired me.

Nobody else would
have given me a shot.

Same here.

WOMAN: Now, that's
what I call a party.

Kira. Nice shoes.

Thank you. Will got them for me.

Ah. You know where he got them?

I have to go.

Kira, does Will have the
combination to Nella's safe?

I really have to go.

You know what? This'll
only take a minute.

And they're very
important questions.

Bull, you're late. Don't worry.
Pike called a motions hearing.

- It'll be about an hour.
- Benny, we have a problem.

Kira wouldn't
tell us everything,

but I think Will stole a
pair of shoes from Nella.

Shoes? Why?

Believe it or not,
they may be valuable.

Nella's been working on something
big, and these shoes may be it.

If Pike has this, he has
a much stronger case.

Bull, I gotta go.

Judge Akintola, I move that you
allow into evidence a security video

from Nella Wester's studio.

Your Honor, the DA's office is
springing yet another surprise.

We just got the video
this morning, Your Honor.

It's from the night after
the victim was murdered.

You know I hate surprises, Neil.

Play the damn tape.

PIKE: That's Nella
Wester's office.

Three in the morning.
That's her wall safe.

And that is the defendant
stealing from the victim.

Your Honor, this video
has not been authenticated.

Stealing shoes? So what?

According to designs
found on the victim's laptop,

those shoes are a prototype

for a revolutionary
new kind of stiletto heel,

one that more evenly distributes
weight, so it's comfortable.

The experts I've talked to say

it could be worth hundreds
of millions of dollars.

And that is motive for murder.

A golden ticket worth
hundreds of millions.

The defendant killed Nella
and stole the prototype shoes.

Objection!

These are simply
the facts of the case.

Marissa, by any chance, is
almost the entire jury against us?

Yep. They're now
breaking 11 to one, guilty.

Well, that blew our trial
strategy out the water.

The jury that was gonna save
our client's now gonna hang him.

Chunk, I know this looks bad...

Bad? And yet you're
here, still trying to save him.

Will killed her.

We don't have all the facts yet.

We have enough.
And here's one more.

I won't be a part of this.

You didn't tell us
about the shoes.

- I knew it made me look guilty.
- You do now.

Why did you steal the prototype?

I didn't steal it. I created it.

Oh, you did.

I started with the
engineering problem.

What's the best way to balance over
120 pounds of water on two tiny stilts?

Plastic resin shank,
polymer stiletto.

I made it completely on my own.

When I went to Nella with the
designs, she promised to help,

even promised me a
promotion, and I fell for it.

- I was grateful.
- But something happened.

After she died, I found out
she was talking to a lawyer

about patenting
the designs herself.

Nella was the thief, not me.

Huh.

Help me understand something.

Giancarlo said he saw you spraying
something into the wedding dress.

Yeah, stiffener, like
we always do at shows.

Gianni knows that.

What about Orlov? He told Bull that
you asked him where to buy arsenic.

Sure. Arsenic's got a
lot of industrial uses.

Nella asked me to look
into it for a dye, for a ribbon.

But I decided the stuff's
way too dangerous.

OK.

We need all the evidence that
proves the design was yours,

emails, computer files...

Nella made me destroy all of it.

She said... She said we had
to protect the design from theft.

I wanna put Will on the
stand. He can explain the tape.

We're playing defense. We
need to blow Pike out of the water.

- We need an alternative suspect.
- Wester's employees?

- Suppliers, investors, ex-lovers?
- Danny came up empty.

I've got a possible.
StitchBeast3000.

Looks like Will is not the only one
stealing Nella Wester's property.

Someone by the name
of StitchBeast3000

is selling off the studio's
clothes on the darknet.

- How much?
- $200,000 worth this week.

Any chance you wanna
get me something special?

Yeah, a suspect
in Will's murder.

Where's Danny? We
are going shopping.

CABLE: Well, can I come?

[WOMAN COUGHS]

You're StrongLikeBull99, right?
Looking to buy the red dress?

Well, hi, Delilah.

Stealing from your
dead boss? Let's chat.

BULL: You know
how this looks, right?

I didn't kill Nella. I
wasn't even at the show.

Then why are you so
scared if you're not guilty?

Maybe because you know who is?

No. How would I know that?

Oh, Delilah, you do realize
you can't shrink? Right, Danny?

She can curl her body up slightly,
pull her knees into her chest,

but she's still
gonna be right there.

- I can see her.
- Yeah. We can see you.

So let's start at the
beginning, with the truth.

What's up?

We got a suspect. A good one.

Great. Let's put
'em on the stand.

It's our client's fiancée.

- Kira?
- Mmm.

Really?

Kira was scheduled to
model that wedding dress,

but she bailed at the last
minute, left the building.

So Nella had to step
in and wear the dress.

Damn, Bull.

Kira swore the one person
who knew about it to secrecy.

Apparently she was
pretty scary about it too.

Sounds like reasonable
doubt for our client.

- We'll put Kira on the stand tomorrow.
- I gotta talk to Will about this.

- He doesn't know.
- No. No, no, no, no, no.

Don't... Don't tell him.

He'll tell her.

He is head over
heels for her, literally.

For this to work, I
need to come after her.

We're accusing the
woman he loves of murder.

Well, yeah. She
may have done it.

You want him to flip
out in front of the jury?

Are you trying to save Will's life or
are you trying to save his relationship?

Both. And I'm trying to
get Chunk to stick with me.

See what I'm
doing? It's a trifecta.

I'm gonna tell Will tomorrow.

Hey, Jason.

- Well, look at you still at the office.
- Yes.

Skype.

Are you checking up on me? Well, now
I don't have to ask what you're wearing.

So did you finish the brief yet?

How'd you know I
was working on a brief?

Because you always talk dirty
when you get stuck on an argument.

Well, right now I'm reading the news.
You didn't tell me about Nella Wester.

Fashion Week was
less fun this year.

- Why didn't you say anything?
- It's complicated, I guess.

OK.

It's too real. Not our
relationship. I get it.

- When's the brief due?
- Tomorrow.

The opposing counsel's trying
to muscle me into settlement,

but they're gonna
learn I don't muscle.

- I bet they are.
- Hmm.

You know, Jason,
I was thinking, um,

maybe you might wanna
come visit me some weekend.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Let's do it sometime.

OK.

It's too real. Not our
relationship. I get it.

Come on. Not at all.

- What are you talking about?
- It's OK.

All right, you go do
what you gotta do,

and tell Chunk I'm real
sorry to hear about his friend.

- Good night, Jason.
- Good night.

[SIGHS]

I can't figure out juror ten.

I mean, he's into sport fishing
and yoga, and he drives a Hummer.

I mean, what is he?

Not my case.

Of course. Sorry.

And I'm sorry about Nella.

She sounds like she
was pretty amazing.

She was.

My first real
boss, post-football.

She believed in me.

And you believed in her?

Of course.

That's a pretty amazing thing.

To believe in your boss.

MARISSA: Oh, my God.

These prototype shoes...

These are the most amazing
things I've ever had on my feet.

[CHUCKLES]

Revolutionary.

I don't understand.

You wanna tell the
jury Kira killed Nella?

Will, you have a
shot at acquittal.

If we put Kira on the stand
and grill her about the dress,

the jury will have
reasonable doubt.

No, they won't.
She didn't do it.

Really? Are you sure about that?

Why did she leave early after
her first turn on the runway?

That is why Nella had to
wear the wedding dress.

Yeah, she said she got sick.

Uh-huh. That's
convenient, isn't it?

Do you really believe that?
People are complicated.

Maybe you don't know
her as well as you thought.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Did she have access to the key
to where the dress was? Did she?

She is hiding something, I know
it, and you can see it too, can't you?

No, no way. She
didn't kill Nella.

This keeps you out of prison.

So the cops will
go after my fiancée?

Will, if you wanna
save your life,

let the jury wonder, just
for a second, if Kira did it.

Reasonable doubt.
It's your best option.

It's best if I blacken
my future wife's name?

It's best if I risk her
life so I can walk free?

Who am I then?

I'm committed to
the woman I love.

I'm sorry if that's so hard
for you to understand.

[KNOCKING]

Hey.

- Will's gone.
- I heard.

I don't know what he's gonna
do. You know where I can find him?

Kira has a gig at the Armory.

Midlea Carmichael's
got a small show.

Thank you.

I'll drive.

What?

I'm not helping
Will. I'm helping you.

OK.

Just... Just one
second. Just come...

- I can't do this right now.
- Just listen.

- Just listen for one second.
- I'm at work.

If you've done something,
no matter how bad,

I want you to know
I don't care, Kira.

I don't care. I love you.

We can get out. We can go. I...

I wouldn't do that.

- Running would be idiotic.
- Yeah, I'm not asking you.

- Get out of here.
- Stay and fight, Will.

You found somebody,
somebody you're committed to.

Some people can't even commit
to a weekend, you know that?

You want Will to stay and fight?

Kira, did you kill Nella?

No.

- Did you think that I did?
- Well, you abruptly left the show.

That forced her to wear that
dress, the dress that killed her.

CHUNK: You're the same
size, right? Same stature?

What did you think would
happen after you took off?

- I didn't take off.
- Really?

You're the face of
Nella Wester's line,

you are wearing the
big dress of the evening,

you're at the height of your
career, and you disappear?

I need to know why.

Listen to me. Forget
them. Look at me.

Tell me.

What happened?

Here, sit down.

What happened?

- She fired me.
- What?

Why didn't you tell me?

It was humiliating.

I knew that you would yell at
her and probably get fired too.

She didn't even have
the balls to do it herself.

Coward.

Wait. Nella didn't actually
tell you you were fired?

Who did?

CHUNK: Giancarlo.

BULL: I didn't appreciate
what a showman you are.

You love the theatrical
side of fashion, don't you?

The runway, the
drama, the intrigue.

You're exactly the kind of person who
would kill someone with a poison dress.

Don't be absurd.

You told Kira she was fired.
Then you told Nella Kira quit.

No time to find a replacement, so
Nella had to wear the wedding dress.

What I don't understand is why.

I know you didn't know about the
shoes, so it wasn't about the money.

It was a very personal crime,
designed to humiliate Nella.

Oh, Nella fired you, didn't she?

And then you told
Kira that Nella fired her,

'cause you were
passing along the cruelty.

It's middle-child behavior.

Uh-oh. I wouldn't
do that if I were you.

Police! Stop right there!

Chunk was an
All-American football star.

Stay down!

Get off! Get off me!

[SIRENS WAIL]

After Giancarlo Sartor's
confession to the NYPD,

a search warrant was
executed on his apartment.

I can now announce
that CSU has found traces

of a substance identified
as trivalent arsenic.

This afternoon Mr. Sartor was
charged with the murder of Nella Wester.

All charges against William
Mercado have been dropped.

Oh, I can't believe it's over.

Giancarlo told NYPD
that Nella fired him

so she could make you
her second-in-command.

Giancarlo snapped.

He couldn't take the idea that she
would fire him over a newcomer like Will.

Have you guys seen Dr. Bull?

Hey. I have news. A letter
from Nella's patent attorney.

The patent for the prototype?
She was filing under your name.

Everything Nella said was true.

BULL: Look who I found.

- Hello.
- Hey.

- You ready?
- Yeah, yeah.

Dr. Bull, I'm glad we got
to thank you before we go.

We got a meeting with
some VC folks tomorrow.

- Ah. Venture capital, not Viet Cong.
- Yeah, thanks for clearing that up.

They're interested
in the prototype.

I'm hoping we'll get the shoes
on the market in 18 months.

Wow. Congratulations.

Well, make sure you
send Marissa a free pair.

She loves those shoes.
Take care, you two.

You're very lucky.

So I was right about Will.

What, you want a medal?

Ah, Stoplight.
Getting settled in?

Yes, thank you.

- What's she doing here?
- Well, Allie is my new assistant.

She's from
Wollongong, Australia.

- Someone's gotta keep this guy in line.
- [CHUCKLES]

By the way, my friend
Autumn, from the show,

she thought you were cute.

A model with daddy
issues. Surprise.

Well, I just texted you her number
and she wants to hear from you.

All right.

See you tomorrow.

Autumn's a nice name.

Good night.

[PHONE BUZZES]

Hey. It's Jason.
Got your message.

Want me to come by?

I'm here.

[CHUCKLES]

Hey.

Hey.

If I said I missed you,
would that be too real?

Just right.

- I'll make you some breakfast.
- I didn't know you could cook.

I'm gonna make you my
famous phone call to the diner.

That sounds delicious.