Bull (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Light My Fire - full transcript

It can't wait till morning?

Got to grab the deposit.

Won't be long, honey.

Charles.

Don't be longer.

I got a surprise for you
when we get home tonight.

Ooh...

Yeah.

Oh! Oh, my God!

Charles!

Authorities have determined



that the fire that destroyed

Keller's Diner was in fact arson.

The wildfire burned
almost 31 acres

and destroyed 13 homes around
the town of Kavanaugh.

Local resident Peter Walsh

has been arrested
for the alleged arson

and murder of his former boss,
Charles Keller,

owner of Keller's Diner.

American Ninja competition?

No. Weekend warriors
getaway with some friends

from the Bureau.

Sounds...

excruciating.

Let's hope so.



When's the last time we
all had a weekend off?

You still going to that hacker meet-up.

That was supposed to be a secret.

All right, ladies,
last check before I jet off

to Augusta, G-A.

Whoa.

Are you playing in the Masters?

Final check-in. Chunk?

Seven witnesses prepped and
ready for the Guzman deposition.

Psych files on the Rocketman IV

and Sugar suits in your inbox.

A very productive Saturday morning.

I hope you all enjoy your weekend

while the boss is away.

I will be at the spa spending time

with my masseuse Serge.

Hey, wait, did Benny and Bull

really go to New Hampshire
to go fishing?

Yeah, I didn't
even know Bull had a cabin.

There is no record of it anywhere.

If someone were to check.

Bull has a cabin?

Uh, correction... Bull had a cabin.

How old were you
when you came up here?

Every summer, ages ten to 14.

It's where I learned to...

fish, hike...

- go for long walks with Abigail Barnes.
- Hmm.

It's your dad's cabin...
Do you want to take a moment?

No. I'm good.

Seriously? That's it?

You cannot lose the thing
you do not cling to.

Buddha said that.

- Maybe it was Taylor Swift.
- Hmm.

If you didn't care about it,
why'd you buy it?

Dad was strapped for cash.

I overpaid, of course.

You never talk about him.

That's because
there are seven billion

more interesting
subjects on the planet.

Here comes one.

Hi there! Saw your car.

Oh. Joyce Magruder

- Ah.
- At Mossy Green Realty.

Jason Bull. Hi.

Benny Colón.

Jason Bull. Wow. Yes.

I would remember

that smile anywhere.

I used to be Joyce Devlin.

You probably wouldn't remember me.

Of course I do, Joyce.

You had that pink
bike with all those...

streamers on the handlebars.

- That's me.
- Mm.

Shame about your dad's cabin.

Such a tragedy.

He's coping well.

The insurance check helps.

You always come out
on top, don't you?

Speaking of which,
how's your father?

I wouldn't know.

Well, at least they
caught this guy.

Peter Walsh.

You remember the Walshes.

Mm-hmm.

Well, Jason...

if you're looking to sell your
land or, you know, maybe even

buy something new...

give me a shout.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah.

Hey, uh...

what's up with your father?

Well, let's just say...

he didn't leave town with many friends.

Hmm.

Ha! You get your
fishing license at a bar.

How cool is that?

You know, in Puerto Rico,
I used to fly fish

on the flats for bonefish.

Here it's all about the trout.

Well, look who's here.

Jason Bull.

Walt Simonds.

That's Chief Simonds.

OK.

Well, I'm attorney Benny Colón.

Colleague of

Dr Jason Bull.

Dr Bull?

Well, your father must
be very proud of you.

He must be.

Sorry about your cabin.

Paper said you caught the arsonist.

He's an arsonist
and a murderer.

Trial looks like a slam dunk.

- How so?
- Well, Peter Walsh

was the dishwasher

at the diner, got laid off
two days before the fire.

He wanted revenge.

Then there's the can
of lighter fluid

with his prints all over it.

And let's don't forget

who his family is.

That's right.

He's a Walsh.

Just like I'm a Bull.

You got that right.

See you around, Doctor.

Three beers, please!

You got it, Chief!

We're not going fishing, are we?

Not for fish.

Ah...

Feels like a bad idea, Bull.

I love how no one locks
their doors up here.

Listen, the kid's in jail...

I'm sure he won't mind
us having a look around.

No, I was actually referring
to you picking a fight

with the chief.

Oh. Diner bursts into
flames killing the owner,

and the first guy they
blame is from a family

the town's hated for years?

Little too easy, if you ask me.

Wow. This is some cool stuff.

What's he doing living
out here in the woods?

Well, the Walshes were
the town ne'er-do-wells.

Father split, the mother died,

the older brother was
always getting in trouble.

Young male loner,
comes from a troubled family history.

Fits the arsonist profile.

As does substance abuse,

but I don't see any signs
of drugs or alcohol. Do you?

Nope.

Just this jaywalking citation.

Yeah, I got my fair share of these.

In Kavanaugh, this is how they...

give you a little warning.

I take it you want to meet him?

Don't you?

But you're not a lawyer?

I don't need to be.

I just try to understand people.

That's what my company does.
Trial analysis.

It's about understanding

why, for instance,
people think you started this fire.

And then...

we need to get them to realise...
you didn't.

Assuming you didn't.

I'm a lawyer.

Mm.

OK.

So we've been talking for a few minutes.

What do you understand about me?

Well, so far... You're
inventive, smart...

but you don't like to share,

because people tend to take you

the wrong way.

And you have been an outcast so long,

you don't trust an invitation...

to join anything.

Even a simple conversation.

Did you start the fire?

Hell, no.

I just always get blamed for
what happens around here.

You don't have an alibi.

When I'm not at work, I'm at home

playing guitar, or making one.

By yourself?

They found a lighter fluid
can with your prints on it.

You'd just been fired, you can
understand how that looks.

Yeah, but it's not like that.

I mean, yeah, I was bummed.

It was good gig, but...

I would never...

But what about you? What's your deal?

What are you doing up here?

My cabin burned down.

I haven't been up here in a while.

But I knew your brother Jake.

Oh, yeah?

- Mm-hmm.
- Look, if you guys are doing this

out of some sort of
favour to my brother,

you should know that I think he is

a lying scumbag.

I can see you're nothing like him.

Which is why I want to help you.

OK, Benny...

Voir dire starts in two days.

Peter, this is your new attorney.

Dr Bull,

thanks.

Don't mention it.

I think we both have something
to prove to this town.

So much for the weekend off.

He wouldn't have called us

if he didn't really need us.

All right...

we're here.

Ooh.

Wow. Norman Rockwell called.

He wants his painting back.

Kavanaugh, New Hampshire.

Population: 4,000.

Clean air, clean water,

overpriced maple syrup
and strong-willed people.

So, what, you had a cabin

up here and never
used it once in 25 years?

It's a funny story...
Maybe I'll tell you sometime.

Oh, the techs have
finished setting up.

Let's go. We got
a lot of work to do.

OK, Peter Walsh.

He's been arrested five times

by the sheriff... all
eventually dismissed.

Peter's reputation was
decided a long time ago

by his father and
his brother. And now

whenever there's trouble in town,

the sheriff knocks
on Peter's door first.

We got to convince this town
that Peter's his own man,

and nothing like his family.

- That's not going to be easy.
- Well, if it was easy,

it wouldn't be fun, Chunk.

Cable, I think it's time
we did a deep dive

on the white hot social scene

of Kavanaugh... Let's find out

who the movers and shakers are,

and who might hold sway over the
jury outside of the courtroom.

So he's been charged
with second degree murder

and arson, OK,
but arson has to be our focus.

If they can't prove arson,
then the murder goes away.

Go down and grab some lunch.

Thanks.

Hi, Peter. I'm Chunk.

Dr Bull asked me to
prepare you for trial.

Yo.

He, uh, mentioned that you play guitar?

I styled some bands for
magazine photo shoots.

You kind of remind me of them.

Yeah? Like who?

Jack White.

Black Keys, a few others.

You seem distracted.

It's my music.

It fills my head.

Well, there's a time for music,
and a time for focus.

Is this going to be a lecture?

It's a life line.

You going to take it?

OK, here's our jury pool.

Patricia Morrison,
head of the events committee,

Tracy Chubricks, who
owns the flower shop,

and Betsy Hanson,
runs the knitting studio.

And Edward Klein is the
high school math teacher.

And all roads lead to...

Joyce Magruder.

40, real estate agent.

Married, no children.

Cares deeply about
Kavanaugh's reputation.

Oh, yeah. Benny and
I already ran into her.

She, uh... she's our sneezer.

I don't get it.

Our influencer.

When she opens her mouth,

her words spread like
an unchecked sneeze.

Gesundheit.

Oh.

Nice job, Chunk.

Well, God gave him talent.

This poor kid needs
all the help he can get.

Well, now he gets us.

There you go, Peter.

Looking good. Thanks.

You were going to find something?

Yeah, you know it.

I see all my friends showed up.

Enough chatter in the gallery.

I expect good behaviour
in my courtroom.

Peter, you've got a
reputation you don't deserve.

We're going to find you a
jury that'll give you

that reputation a second look.

Mr Colón, you may

begin your voir dire.

You have a beautiful town

here, folks. Wow!

It's not hard to see
why Kavanaugh is known

as one of New Hampshire's
best towns to live in.

Of course, with the recent wildfire might

cause some to rethink that.

What do you like most about this town?

The sense of community.

- Mm.
- She belongs

to just about every club there is.

Huh. A lot of overlap with Joyce.

But she took off work last week
because her son was getting

bullied at school.

Acceptable to the defence,
Your Honour.

Do you know the defendant, sir?

I hired him to clean out my garage.

Strike for cause, Your Honour.

Approach.

This guy hired Peter for jobs.

He's not sympathetic?

No. Look at his body language.

Hostile, arms crossed.

He gave Peter a chance.

Now he feels betrayed, like somebody

who picks up a stray dog
only to have his hand bitten.

Mr Jenkins, you are excused.

I know you stole my chainsaw.

Ms Magruder is acceptable
to the prosecution.

Our sneezer.

Mm. We strike her.

Strike, Your Honour.

Ms Magruder, you are excused.

Kavanaugh's a small town.

Too small to find a mirror jury

that's going to accurately
reflect the real jury.

So we use Joyce.

She knows what everyone's thinking.

She will function as our mirror jury.

You and Joyce are about
to become quite close.

Um...

The court is in recess until

9:30 tomorrow.

OK.

Hey.

So Chief Simonds is being, uh,

shall we say, uncooperative?

He's stonewalling us
on the fire files.

- Man really holds a grudge.
- Mm-hmm.

- Shall I, uh, get them a different way?
- No.

This one's on me.

OK.

Hey, Chief.

Wanted to talk to you

about getting access
to some of those files.

Your assistant already asked.

I already answered.

Oh. You mean Danny.

Um, yeah, I know.

But I thought I'd ask again,
maybe a little more nicely.

Pretty please, sugar on top?

Sorry, no.

Well, at least I tried.

Is there something else?

No, I'm just going
to head back to court,

get a subpoena for those files.

Yeah, I wasn't really
asking a favour.

My client has a legal
right to that information.

We both know that, which makes me
wonder why you'd be denying it.

I mean, are you just
being prickly and difficult,

or are you hiding something?

Huh.

You think you can hustle me,
just like your father?

It's your move, Chief.

Your assistant can pick
up the files in my office.

Well, I wouldn't call her my assistant.

She's former FBI, Danielle James.

I call her "Danny."

See the floor?

The fire chief stated in his report

that these are pour patterns
from the lighter fluid.

No.

The lab didn't find any chemical trace

of an accelerant or lighter fluid.

These patterns are a heat
effect from the flashover.

OK. Prosecution's saying

Peter poured lighter fluid on the floor,

- and that's not the case.
- Uh-uh.

Here's what I think's going on.

There was

a house fire about four
months ago off Route 25,

and then last year,
a blaze took out a boathouse

- on the south shore of the lake.
- OK.

But the chief ruled these
two fires to be accidents.

But the more you know about how
these fires spread, the more

similar they look to the diner fire.

The diner fire was caused by propane gas.

With a time-delayed ignition.

And the other two fires were caused
by, um, space heaters.

Same delay.

Which gives the arsonist time to escape.

Mm-hmm. Benny needs to see this.

We need to bring up these fires
when the chief is on the stand.

He went fishing with Chunk.

Needed a moment of Zen before court.

One bar.

Two bars.

No bars. Damn it!

- The car's right over that hill.
- We're lost.

We can't be.

- I'm due in court in an hour!
- Damn!

We didn't even catch a fish.

Wait. The judge will
grant us a continuance.

They can't put Peter on trial
without his lawyer, right?

Right?

Guess who's got a new bestie.

Oh, сongratulations,
new Miss New Hampshire.

Seems she wants to pick my brain
as much as we want to pick hers.

Uh, we have

a date to, uh, shoot skeet.

Well, the skeet of New
Hampshire should be very afraid.

Have you heard from Benny?

I thought he was here.

No. Benny's phone's going
straight to voice mail,

and I can't reach Chunk, either.

What do you want to do?

Well, I could pull the fire alarm.

Time's up, Dr Bull.

Where is Mr Colón?

Um... Your Honour,

uh, I wonder if, at this time,

we might ask for
one more continuance?

Not a chance. That's not the way

we work up here.

We set a time, and we stick by it.

Then I'll be filling in.

Your Honour,
Dr Bull is not an attorney.

Uh, rule number 20.

New Hampshire law.

Mr Walsh can assign

temporary Power of Attorney to me,

and I will

represent him in court until

such time as Mr Colón is
available to join us again.

Mr Walsh, you'd like to have Dr Bull

act as your lawyer
until Mr Colón arrives?

Sure... Your Honour.

As my report states,

Mr Walsh had recently
been fired from his job.

There were no signs of
a break-in, meaning

the arsonist used a key
to enter and exit.

We also found an empty
container of lighter fluid

in the Dumpster out back.

Mr Walsh's fingerprints
were found on the container.

Based on a career
of arson investigation,

this is a clear-cut case.

No further questions.

Thank you, Mr Pigden.

Dr Bull, you're up.

Huh.

It's interesting.

So isn't it true that, uh,

the diner had

an incinerator out back that
was used to burn trash, and

they often used lighter fluid
to get those fires started?

Lighter fluid was on hand.

It's easy to see why Mr Walsh

used it to set the fire.

Yeah.

Just reading this report,

and, uh, you know, the chemical tests...

They came back negative

for the presence of
any accelerants or other

flammable material that would
have been found in the diner.

Sometimes a fire burns so hot,
no chemical residue remains.

So help me out here.

Why would the arsonist
throw this container

into a Dumpster instead of the fire?

Probably left in a hurry,
didn't want to be caught

with evidence on him.

Probably.

It's not a word
I like to use in court.

But anyway, um,

would it be possible for

the arsonist to uncouple
the propane line,

and then, say, leave these fryers on

so that, an hour later, kaboom?

It's possible.

And wouldn't a fire
that hot spread without

the aid of an accelerant,
like lighter fluid?

My 40 plus years of experience

tells me that he used an accelerant,

and the lighter fluid was there.

But you agree that
the theory is possible?

You're just like your old man.

Always trying

to sell a story.

You see how he didn't want
to answer the question?

Deflection.

Interesting. So try and answer
the question for me, Chief.

Because this lighter fluid is

the only piece of evidence that you have

that ties Peter Walsh to this fire.

Now you're trying

to hustle these good people
into believing that that punk

didn't kill a man and
burn down half this town.

Not on my watch, son.

Half the town's already burned
down on your watch, Chief.

You watch it, Bull.

Remember this fire?

Four months ago, Route 25.

Objection. Irrelevant.

Because you haven't let me
say why it's relevant yet.

Show us soon, Dr Bull.

Thank you,

Your Honour. You remember this fire, Chief?

Yes.

- And you ruled it an accident.
- It was an accident.

That's interesting.

So, Oliver Brant's boathouse a year ago,

you also ruled that an accident.
And yet

those two fires

had the same M.O.

as this diner fire.

Except those were accidents

and this was arson.

I mean, that's just the last year.

Which got me thinking, I mean,
what if we went back in time?

How many more mistakes will we find?

You son of a bitch.

That's not an answer, Chief.

Objection. Your Honour!

Dr Bull.

No further questions.

What the hell was that?

Oh, Chief? He got a little riled up,

didn't he? That's good for us.

So that's why you're
doing this, isn't it?

You want to get some sort
of revenge on this place?

It's not revenge. It's...

clarity.

I think we both need that.

You don't know what I need.

You don't know me.
You don't know who I am.

I know you.

Or at least I understand
what you've been through.

You know, my dad brought
us up here in the early '90s.

There was a recession going on.

But my dad had a big smile.

He made fast friends.

And then he got everyone
very excited about

this big new development
coming to Kavanaugh.

And he sold 'em a dream.

Everybody thought they
were going to get rich.

My dad got his big finder's fee.

But he lied to pretty much
everyone else in the process.

And when the development
pulled out of Kavanaugh,

an army of lawyers
descended on the town,

extracting millions in penalties.

I was hated.

Instant outcast.

One night, my dad packed us up,

and we just snuck out of town.

Never said good-bye to anyone.

My dad.

He could sell ice to Eskimos.

It's probably best you left.

My mom stuck around, and I've been blamed

for my family's actions my whole life.

Well,

we are going to change some minds about you.

- Hold on, guys. You can't come in here.
- Bull, hey!

I'm sorry. We got lost.

- It was my fault.
- Marissa filled us in.

Hey, Chunk, will you go
get one of Peter's guitars

and bring it to me here?

Yeah.

I think someone
needs to play the blues.

Pull!

Pull!

This is not beginner's luck.

Oh.

I lettered in archery.
Maybe that helps.

Still think you can
get Peter Walsh off?

Oh, I don't know.

The jury's tough.

They know Peter.

That makes them prejudiced.

Have you known Jason long?

Seven years.

He and I go back a bit further.

He ever tell you about his father?

I never asked.

He was a real piece of work.

Maybe he was just trying
to provide for his family.

Oh, he stole from them, too.

Pull!

What did we learn from Joyce today?

Uh, that if shotguns were
made out of foam rubber,

I'd be an Olympian.

She said you scored today.

Picked up four jurors:

Stu, Perry, Missy, and Andrew.

Well, the bad news is

there's still eight who believe
what the chief had to say.

The worse news is Joyce is certain

she can win the other four back.

She'll drop a few rumours
and corral the herd.

The comment the chief made about
your dad landed with the jury.

Thanks again, Dad.

Hey, Bull?

Were you really the leader
of a motorcycle gang?

Bull's Angels.

But it was Huffys,

not Harleys. I was 12.

Actually, there was

this kid, Eric.
He was sort of a wild man.

Strapped a lawnmower
engine onto his bike.

Got that thing cooking.

We built a ramp down on the dock.

Tried to get him to jump the lake.

I thought he was going to make it.

He died.

I'm kidding.

Busted his legs up pretty good though.

Joyce said your dad

stole from you, too.

Well,

I had 500 bucks in my room,

and my dad stole it from me.

Said it was punishment.

Punishment for what?

Well,

I had borrowed somebody's boat.

It was the police chief's.

Did you ever forgive him?

My father...

I never trusted him again.

So if you can't forgive

your father, what makes

you think you can change our jurors'
minds about Peter?

Hey.

So, I've been going
over these fire cases,

and something's just-just nagging me.

Whoever's doing this is good.

I mean

- professional good.
- Huh.

Professional.

You think the arsonist is a fireman.

I got two pair, boys, aces and eights.

If you can beat that...

- I got nothing.
- Same here, Chief.

Pair of kings.

All right.

Tough hand, Sam.

Looks like you need a fourth.

Mind if I sit in?

What the hell do you want, Bull?

Well, maybe

a week in France would be nice.

But I really want to know
which one of you clowns

is responsible for the fire,
the one that you blame

- on Peter Walsh.
- I'm going to say this once, Bull.

My men and I, we put out fires.

We risk our lives in doing it.

We don't expect any thank yous.

It's the job.

But what we do expect in return

is the common decency not

to be accused of arson or murder.

Now, are you going to walk
out the way you came or...

I got what I came for.

Thanks... Chief.

So, what'd you get?

I wasn't the only one bluffing in there.

Follow the chief.

I want to know every move he makes

between now and the end of the trial.

OK.

Now, the only way to convince
the people in this town

you're innocent is

to show them who you really are.

Under stress,
your brain finds relief in music.

I don't follow.

Your testimony is going to
be a basic blues riff.

We're going to show them
that you're a musician,

an artist, and that you create things,

not destroy them.

Did you burn
down the diner that night?

No, I didn't.

So, you had been fired

from your job.

I got let go for the winter, but Mr Keller

promised he'd hire me when
the tourists come back.

I wasn't angry about it.

Mr Keller and I were friends. He gave me

my first Yardbirds record.

I turned him on to the Black Keys.

So, you like music?

I love music.

I've been playing
guitar since I was seven.

You make guitars out of
some pretty unusual things.

Guitars and amps.

You know, most people
don't realise that you can

make some pretty rad instruments
out of just about anything.

Shovels, soda bottles, old chandeliers.

This town sees you
as a dangerous criminal.

But we're going to show them that

you're not the one to fear.

In fact, you're afraid of them.

Why don't you come
by town anymore, Peter?

Well, I would. But a few
times when I've come

to go dumpster diving to collect
parts to make my instruments...

...I've gotten accused of casing
houses to break into them.

I'm just looking
through the stuff that

everyone else has thrown away.

Pigden's not going
to go easy on you.

He's going to want to get you angry.

Whatever you do,

don't.

So, why does the empty
container of lighter fluid

have your fingerprints all over it?

- Because I use it to burn the trash.
- You had a key

to gain access.

And you wanted to teach
Charles Keller a lesson,

- isn't that right?
- Oh, give me a break! No!

Relax and remember,

blues riff.

I don't teach people

a lesson. That's my brother.

And I don't understand
why it's so hard for you

to believe that I'm not him.

Mr Walsh, if it is really so
bad for you here in Kavanaugh,

why stay?

I was seven years old when my dad took off.

And my mom didn't handle that well.

And I think she's in a better
place now that she's passed on.

But I visit her every Sunday

at Chambliss Street Cemetery.

My grandfather,

he was born and died in
the same house I live in.

Kavanaugh's my home.

So where else would I go?

Hey, you two. Hope you're both happy.

That an innocent man is
one step closer to freedom?

- Yes. We were just talking about that.
- People

lost their homes,
property values are down.

And we caught the son-of-a-bitch
causing all the trouble,

until you strolled in

with your crew of liars.

I think she's referring to you.

Oh, I-I got that, thank you.

And you want to set him free?

Collect a payday?

Move on, just like your father.

You can twist your Manhattan juries

around your finger, but here...

they listen to me.

Oh.

The jury is ours unless
Joyce contaminates them.

I think we made her angry.

Angry enough to tip her hand.

You know how Joyce controls this town?

Through gossip.

And gossip is how we're
going to take her down.

Well, it's hay fever season.

Time to sneeze.

OK.

What did you have in mind?

Something my dad would appreciate.

The jury's listening to Joyce,

we're going to turn them
against her with a rumour.

Dad always told me people
can't be sold something

unless they want to buy it.

How about Joyce is negotiating a deal,

200 room resort with golf course,

and spa?

That's good.

All over the county flannel
undies are bunching.

Who's driving?

There you go.

Hey. Right on time.

Hey. Good to see you.

Oh, do we look OK?

We were told business professional.

You guys look great.

I might have lost the ties,
but why quibble?

So, what we're going to
do here today is, uh,

sort of like Simon Says.

And right now,
you're going to look to your left.

You see that fountain over there?

I'd like you to make a dismissive motion

with your hand, like you're
just going to level that thing.

Yeah. There we go.

Now, I'm going to say
something really funny.

Ready? And you're laughing.

God bless America.

All right, do you see that woman

in the cranberry jacket behind me?

Sure do.

Mmm. Give her a wave.

You know her.

You know her. She's the best.

Did she wave back?

She sure did.

OK, let's give
it a couple seconds.

All right. We're done.

Thanks for coming out.

That's it? That's all you need?

That is all I need.

Thanks, everyone.

How's it going?

They're all blaming
Joyce for our planted story

about the hotel development.

People are losing their minds.

It's almost scary how
quickly it's spreading.

- It's like...
- Feathers.

You know, there's this old story

about a man who
spread a nasty rumour

about a rival shopkeeper,

and it spread throughout the shtetl.

I'm taking this man was Jewish,

and he lived in Eastern Europe.

It's an old story. Yeah.

Benny, take note.

Let's incorporate this into your closing.

The gossip stuck,

and the shopkeeper was
driven from the town.

So the man felt bad

about the gossip he had
spread about his rival,

so he went to his rabbi to ask

how he could undo what he had done.

So the rabbi said,

take a pillow to the town square,

cut it open, and shake
it until it was empty.

So the man did that.

So the rabbi said, now go,

and pick up all the feathers

and stick them back in the pillow.

"Impossible," said the man.

Exactly.

Once a piece of gossip

leaves your mouth,

you can't put it back.

Peter Walsh did not burn down that diner,

nor did he kill Charles Keller.

And despite a lack of evidence,

some of you still think he did.

I notice everyone wearing
the buttons that say,

"No Resort in Kavanaugh."

Well, the rumours of a
resort coming to Kavanaugh...

are not true.

That's right, we made that
up to illustrate a point.

You know the seven men and women in suits

who came into town yesterday?

Hired drivers from Boston.

And yet, due to gossip,

today the town is up in
arms and pointing fingers

at one of their good friends.

It's not true.

That's the point.

Gossip spreads like wildfire

and can destroy this town!

That's how gossip works.

And the greatest victim of it
sits with us right here today.

Peter Walsh.

Innocent man.

On the two charges

of arson and murder in the second degree,

how does the jury find?

We the jury find the defendant,

Peter Walsh...

not guilty on both counts.

This case is ended.

The defendant is free to go.

The court is adjourned.

This is, uh...

You guys are really...

I-I can't... I can't believe this.

Th... Thank you.

Of course.

Now, listen, I want one
of those electric shovels.

Can you make that happen?

Yeah, I think so.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Bull.

When you said the arsonist was one of us,

it didn't sit well with me.

Yeah, I got that impression.

But...

I went through the evidence
from the other fires again.

Sure enough, something stuck out.

One of my firemen,

he was always the first to go in.

If you know where the first started...

He was destroying evidence.

Sam Keane.

He's at the sheriff's station right now.

I found this at your...
cabin after the fire.

It belongs to you.

Well, what do you know?
There's my 500 bucks.

You're not your father, Jason.

Thank you, Chief.

For the fireman's fund.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Aw...

Let me s...

Oh-ho, look how cute you were.

Don't let Benny see
that fish... He'll get jealous.

You're right.

So, Sam Keane.

- That's interesting, isn't it?
- Mm.

I watched Sam Keane fold a winning hand

because he didn't want to beat his boss.

He is a classic subordinate.

You think he didn't do it.

Someone else is pulling the strings.

Pull!

Joyce.

You know better than to startle a woman

with a shotgun, don't you?

It's interesting.

You know, we were
spreading this rumour

about you buying up all the properties

so this development that came
to town would make you a lot

of money, and it turns out that's true.

Eh, I took advantage of
some unfortunate events.

Nothing illegal about that.

No. Sam Keane said he set those fires.

But he also said

you paid him to do it.

He flipped on you for a plea deal.

Makes you an accessory to murder.

I always hated you.

All right, Joyce.

Here we go.

Somehow that makes me feel better.

Pull!

Hey, guys, I got one!

All right, Benny!

Eh, crap. Never mind.

All right, Bull,

tell us the real story.

Yeah. Why'd you keep

your dad's cabin all these years?

Well, I guess I just had this fantasy

that one day I'd come back up here and...

set things straight.

Well, it's not a fantasy now, huh?

I guess not.

Would've been nice
to have Dad up here

to see how things turned out.

When did he pass away?

Oh, he's not dead.
He lives in Florida.

Yes!

- Whoo!
- Oh, easy, ea-easy.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

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