Bull (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 12 - Grey Areas - full transcript

[THUD]

- MAN: I gave them my 20s.
- [THUD]

I'm gonna be 30 next month.

What am I supposed to do
now? Where am I supposed to go?

Is there anything more pathetic than
an unemployed 30-year-old white male?

OK. They fired you.

Slamming your head into the
wall isn't going to change that, is it?

- I hate them.
- Your anger is overwhelming you, Lex.

I wanna kill them, Doctor.
That's what I wanna do.

I want them to die.

You're in a feeling place,
Lex, not a thinking place.



We need to put reason back
in charge. I know you know that.

- Screw reason.
- No.

In moments of crisis,
when life overwhelms us,

all we have is reason.

Stand up.

You're OK. You're
going to be OK.

This is not the
end of your life.

You're here, in
this room with me.

It's just the two of us.

We're gonna talk this out
and come up with a plan.

OK?

I'm sorry, sir. The
partners are in a meeting.

You can't go in there!

- Thanks.
- Yeah.



Jason.

Donovan. Good to see you.

I was surprised to hear from
you. How long has it been?

Too long.

Coming over here, I kept
remembering the two of us,

17 years ago, newly licensed,

sharing that basement
office on West End Avenue.

The dungeon. One window
and the faint smell of mildew.

Now here we are.

I need your help, Jason.

You read about
Harper Milton Capital?

Two or three months ago,

disgruntled ex-employee walks
in and shoots both partners.

He was a patient of mine. The
partners' widows are suing me.

- On what grounds?
- Psychotherapy malpractice.

So was he dangerous,
hindsight notwithstanding?

He was troubled, depression,
intermittent explosive disorder.

Some PTSD as a result
of childhood trauma.

But I conducted
the risk assessment

and he had no specific
plans to commit violence.

Then legally I think
you have a case.

MARISSA: Dr. Donovan Benanti.

Award-winning psychologist and,
according to our fearless leader,

one of the nicest guys and most
meticulous clinicians in the business,

which I'm sure will be abundantly
clear from the six months of session notes

Benanti's turned over
regarding Lex Becker.

Well, sorry to be a buzzkill
here, but Bull's friend saw the killer

on the same day he was fired and
the same day he killed those men.

Now, he had to have
been a mess in that session.

Why didn't Dr. Benanti
warn anyone?

Because thoughts and
actions are two different things.

That's why the professional
standard in a case like this

is for the psychologist
to determine

if there is a serious
and imminent threat.

OK, I'll ask. What is a
serious and imminent threat?

As defined by law,

a serious and imminent threat
basically requires three things:

an identified victim, a specific
plan to commit violence and means.

Means, like a weapon?

Yes, and without all
three of those elements,

the law does not require a clinician
to break doctor-patient confidentiality.

But you've got two grieving
widows at the plaintiff's table.

That is our challenge.

Annabelle Harper and Sherryl
Milton lost their husbands.

The jury will sympathize and wanna
compensate them for their suffering.

OK, so how about we end
this before it gets to a jury?

- Why don't we try to talk settlement?
- Dr. Benanti is in private practice.

He gets his clients through
reputation and recommendations.

If he appears to admit liability
in a double murder-suicide,

his career is over.

You're right. But
I've got another idea.

The defense would like to argue a
motion for summary judgment in this case.

Your Honor, to throw this
lawsuit out before going to trial

would be a gross
miscarriage of justice.

On what grounds, Mr. Colón?

We understand why Mrs.
Harper and Mrs. Milton filed suit.

When the perpetrator of
a crime commits suicide,

survivors wanna hold
someone else accountable.

But that doesn't change the fact
that Dr. Benanti did nothing wrong.

The case simply doesn't
stand up on its own merits.

I beg to differ.

At best, the plaintiffs can argue
that given Lex's anger at being fired,

he identified his bosses as
potential victims to Dr. Benanti.

That's one out of the three of the
major elements needed to report.

How about three out of three?

This video is time-stamped

two days before Lex Becker killed
Brady Harper and Tobias Milton,

killed them by shooting
them in the head,

just like he's practicing there,

with the same type of gun
that was used in the murders.

It might be the same
gun for all we know.

I don't know about
you, Your Honor,

but this certainly looks like evidence
of planning and means to me.

That video could mean
anything, Your Honor.

It certainly doesn't prove that
Dr. Benanti had any knowledge...

I don't know what
it proves, Mr. Colón.

But we'll certainly
have ample time

to get to the bottom
of that in front of a jury.

So motion for summary
judgment denied.

I am ordering this
case to trial immediately.

BENNY: I've got Chunk
going to the gun range

to confirm whose gun Lex
was actually using there.

Excellent.

And since the gun used
in the murder-suicide

was actually left behind
and taken into evidence,

Danny was able to confirm
that it was unregistered.

- The serial numbers were scratched off.
- So there's no record of its purchase.

- Exactly.
- Well, that is a great start.

But I need someone to
tell me what set this guy off.

From the moment he left Don's office
to the moment he killed those men,

what happened, was there
some incident that triggered this?

There's no better way to prove
that Don had nothing to do with this

than to tell a jury who did.

- Ah.
- Wow, Jace.

This is quite something.

Don Benanti, finest clinical
psychologist I've ever met,

I'd like you to
meet Benny Colón,

the finest in-house attorney
I've ever worked with

and your current
counsel of record.

Pleasure to meet you. Thrilled
you're willing to take this on.

Oh, I take on pretty much
whatever he takes on. [CHUCKLES]

- He signs the checks.
- Ah-ha.

So today we go and
start, uh, what is that word?

Voir dire. Jury selection.

But before we get to that, Benny,
would you give us a moment?

Sure.

Tell me you didn't know he
was going to the gun range.

Prosecution has security
footage of your patient

shooting human silhouettes right
between the eyes for almost an hour

less than two days before
he executed those men.

Tell me you didn't
know about this.

I can't. I knew.

- Truth is, it was my idea.
- Come on, Donovan. A gun range?

For a patient with
intermittent explosive disorder?

- Really?
- Really.

I felt he needed safe, controlled
ways to release his aggression.

I was trying to introduce him
to new coping mechanisms,

shooting, fencing, Thai
boxing, a variety of activities

I hoped would allow him to work out
his anger in a socially appropriate way.

Don't judge me.

You know as well as I do, just
because someone goes to a gun range

doesn't mean they're
planning to shoot someone.

A depressive with PTSD and impulse
control issues isn't just someone.

I don't know what to
tell you. It was working.

He was markedly calmer,
showing great improvement.

Huh.

All right. Come on,
let's go. Court awaits.

- BULL: So let's talk narrative.
- Narrative?

A trial is a battle of
two competing stories.

They tell their stories
and we tell ours.

So what's our narrative?

Simple. Psychologists
aren't mind police.

Holding them responsible
for the actions of their patients

after they leave the doctor's office
is not only impossible, it's dangerous.

- You know them?
- It's the widows of the men Lex killed.

Otherwise known as the
people taking you to court.

And that's their
lawyer, Mark Zimmer.

It's OK to feel for them and still
know they're in the wrong here.

Of course, I know that.

In fact, that's what we'll
be looking for in our jurors.

People that can make the
distinction between logic and emotion.

The other side will try to
play on the heartstrings.

To counter that, we
need analytical thinkers,

people who can separate what
happened in the hour you spent with Lex

from everything that
happened afterward.

Miss Larsen, what
do you do for a living?

For a living? Data entry.

Don't get too excited, Bull.

Her seemingly perfect
analytical job is only temp work.

She's trained as a dancer.

[CLEARS THROAT]

The defense would like to thank
and excuse this juror, Your Honor.

When you go to a restaurant
with a group of friends,

who here takes control, splits
the bill and calculates a tip?

These three jurors are acceptable
to the defense, Your Honor.

Happy dividing and compartmentalizing.
That's exactly what we want.

- Martin Hamilton.
- 28 years old. Software engineer.

His job requires both
creative and analytical skills.

That's a tough call.

How many hot dog vendors would
you say are in the borough of Manhattan?

Uh...

Well, if Manhattan is about
250 blocks north to south

and 12 avenues east to west...

A regimented thinker. Perfect.

One cart for every
nine square blocks...

Thank you. Juror number two is
acceptable to the defense, Your Honor.

Then we have our jury.

OK, well, we got what
we needed, didn't we?

We did. We got what we needed
based on what we know today.

But you're a smart guy,
Don, so I need to prepare you.

A trial is a lot like an
approaching storm.

You know it's coming, you pull
together appropriate provisions,

you board up the house,
but you still have to ride it out

and hope it isn't any
stronger than you thought

or lasts any longer
than you expected.

Anything can happen.

- What?
- Please. I have weather insurance.

- I have Jason Bull.
- [CHUCKLES]

[KNOCKING]

BULL: Entrez. Entra.

Eniru.

Hmm. See, that's French,
Italian and I have no idea.

- Esperanto, just in case.
- Nice.

When the Tower of Babel
falls, I am sticking with you.

So you need to check this out.

It's Benanti's notes
from a session with Lex.

- His first session, actually.
- And?

And look at the upper
right-hand corner.

BULL: "Referred by A. Harper."

DANNY: A. Harper.

You don't think Annabelle
Harper, Brady Harper's widow,

the plaintiff in this case,
referred Lex to Benanti, do you?

Door-to-door service. You
guys really are a one-stop shop.

I have something to run by you.

I wanted to do it in private
before we go to court.

Sounds serious.

- Kind of a hypothetical.
- OK.

If, in some kind of
alternate universe,

a former patient of yours were
to take the stand in a lawsuit...

Mind you, I'm not asking you to
reveal any privileged information.

But if, hypothetically,
that were to happen,

would your legal team have
anything to worry about?

I'd like to think I've been a great
counselor to all of my patients.

I was still half asleep when Brady
kissed me goodbye that morning.

If I'd known it was the last
time I'd ever see him, I...

Just wish I'd put my
glasses on, you know?

So I could have
really looked at him.

The crow's feet around his
eyes when he smiled and...

the way he chewed on his lower
lip when he pretended to be listening

but his mind was somewhere else.

If I'd have known, I'd... I'd have
gotten up, put my arms around him,

never let him
walk out that door.

Objection, Your Honor. With
all due respect, relevance.

- Sustained.
- MARISSA: I'll tell you the relevance.

Analytical or not, the
jurors are eating this up.

They really feel
for this woman, Bull.

Of course they do. She's
a sympathy machine.

Benny'll get her back on cross.

I hope so, because I'm beginning to
forget what the color green looks like.

ZIMMER: No further
questions, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Your witness, Counselor.

I'd like to begin by saying how
profoundly sorry I am for your loss.

- Thank you. I appreciate that.
- You're welcome.

But I have to ask, in
Dr. Benanti's session notes,

he mentions that Lex was
referred to him by an A. Harper.

Was that you?

Brady had mentioned there was a bright
but troubled young trader at the firm.

There'd been a few outbursts

and he said he thought he
might have to let this kid, Lex, go,

and, um, I recommended he
send him to Dr. Benanti instead

and try to get him help.

I wish to God now that I hadn't.

BENNY: And how did
you know Dr. Benanti?

Did you read about him? Did
you hear about him from a friend?

- Why did you recommend...?
- Objection, Your Honor. Privileged.

It's all right, Mark. I'll
answer. I have nothing to hide.

I recommended Dr. Benanti
because he was my therapist.

I had been going through a hard
time and I sought treatment from him.

BENNY: That's interesting.

So in the time that
you went to Dr. Benanti,

did you find him to be
a negligent practitioner,

as your lawsuit suggests
he was with Lex?

No.

No, in fact, he was actually
very thorough, very attentive.

He helped me a great deal.

He'd even call between
sessions to check up on me.

BENNY: Wow. Sounds like
Dr. Benanti was the opposite of negligent.

Sounds like he was
downright solicitous.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

MARISSA: Hey, you were
right, Bull. Benny is killing it.

I think we're out of the
woods with Annabelle.

Oh, I'm not so sure about that.

Tell me you did not
sleep with a patient.

Tell me you did not sleep
with Annabelle Harper.

Of course I didn't
sleep with my patient.

When she was on the stand,
you were leaning in, preening,

mirroring her
facial expressions.

It was like a freshman lecture

on subconscious indicators
of intimacy and attraction.

Bull, I promise you, I
didn't sleep with her.

OK, did you ever touch her? Kiss
her? Were you in love with her?

Was it an emotional affair?
Were there any emails, texts, gifts?

- How exposed are we on this?
- Jason, slow down.

OK. I... admired Annabelle.

Her thoughtfulness. How gracefully
she dealt with what she was going through.

But did I have feelings
for her? Perhaps.

I've had feelings for a thousand
people, some of them my patients.

You know how it
is, our line of work.

But I swear to you, I
broke no ethical boundaries.

Did she know about
your feelings for her?

I certainly hope not.
No, she couldn't have.

She mentioned phone calls.

I worked clinical
practice eight years

and I made follow-up
calls maybe six times.

Why did you call her?
What would you say?

You know that's confidential,

but I swear to you, I did
not make those calls often,

but when I did, it was
for an urgent reason.

Please, Jason, you
gotta trust me here.

You're my lifeline.
You're all I've got.

Of course I trust you.

- And I'm sorry. I just... I just...
- No, you don't have to be sorry.

You're right. I understand.

It's like a giant storm, and
you're trying to read the weather.

Anybody home?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Hey, just wanted to let you
know, we just wrapped up.

- Wrapped up what?
- Mock trial.

Benny preparing
Benanti for his testimony.

I stood up in the booth and
watched. Man, what a show.

You make it home last
night? You get any sleep?

Not that I'm aware of.

And why are you poring
over Lex's patient records?

Didn't Marissa prepare
summaries for you?

What'd you come
in here to tell me?

Just that Benny grilled Benanti six
ways from Sunday and he's rock solid.

The guy's a quick learner.

He was able to take everything
that Benny threw at him

and use it to pivot back to the
talking points of our narrative.

And the mock jury found
him extremely trustworthy.

Of course they did. He's a
student of human behavior.

He knows how to read it.
He knows how to model it.

Strike that. He's a
master of human behavior.

Best I've ever seen.

What's wrong, Bull?

I have no idea. And
it's driving me crazy.

The gun, where did Lex get it?

Uh, well, we haven't really had
much luck running that down, Bull.

Why is that? It's a gun. It
had to come from somewhere.

This one's on me.

I figured with no serial number, it
had to have been purchased illegally.

And given Lex's white-collar
background, I assumed he got it online.

But I've searched all
of the arms trading sites

and there's no record of
a Beretta being purchased

from any of the IP
addresses Lex has access to.

Wait a second. What
kind of gun was it?

A Beretta. A Beretta Tomcat.

No, it wasn't.

[DOOR BUZZER]

[DOOR BUZZER]

Jace.

Come in.

Wanna have a seat?

Or would you rather
put your feet up?

I'm not a patient.
This isn't a session.

OK. What is it?

I wanna tell you a story.

A story about a young,
ambitious psychologist

just starting out
in private practice.

He wanted to make a difference,

so naturally he chose tough,
sometimes even dangerous patients.

And to protect himself, he kept
a Beretta Tomcat in his desk.

Ring any bells?

It was you and me against
the world in that office, Don,

so I showed you my gun,
where I kept it, how to use it.

Didn't you tell me you got
one of your own after I left?

Didn't you tell me it was
just like the one I had?

I need to see it.

- Aren't you gonna open it?
- What's the point?

We both know it's empty.

Do you believe in destiny?

Every night, when I put
my head on the pillow,

I'd dream of her,
I'd dream of us.

And I also knew, of course,
that she was dreaming about me.

But I also knew, deep down,
that she was... un-have-able.

She was married to Brady
Harper, richer than God.

And he wasn't going anywhere,
and she wasn't about to leave him,

so I made my peace with it.

She was still mine on our
afternoons. We still had our phone calls.

She was my secret
and I was her secret.

And then one day, Lex walked in here
and said that her husband had fired him,

that he wanted to kill
him, wanted him dead.

I mean... isn't that the
definition of destiny?

All I really had to do was put the
gun in his hand and ask him nicely.

He trusted you to help him,
to save him, and you used...

Used him, preyed on his shame, called
him son, told him to make me proud.

I gave him what he craved,

a few moments of
tenderness, of understanding.

And in the end I put
him out of his misery.

What's so wrong with that?

So what if I got something
I wanted out of it too?

My God, you're certifiable.

I'm nothing of the kind,
Jason, and you know it.

That's what's
making you so angry,

the pragmatism of it all,
the elegant simplicity of it.

Our job is to improve lives,
Donovan, not destroy them.

Says who? That's
a fairy tale, Jace.

Look around. We swore
no Hippocratic oath.

We psychologists created

the CIA's enhanced torture
program, for heaven's sake.

No, sir, it's our job
to listen to people,

to know them and to
decode how it is they work.

And what we do with
that information, well...

You know I can't let this
stand. I can't be a party to this.

I'm sorry, old friend. It's not
like you have a lot of choice.

You're a member
of my defense team.

This entire conversation is protected
under attorney-client privilege.

You can't call the police.
You can't tell the authorities.

You can't tell anyone.

Early birds. Always been
a couple of early birds.

I couldn't sleep. How about you?

You're the clinical
psychologist, Don. You tell me.

I can't lie. I was having
nightmares that you quit.

Doesn't work that way. I can't
quit just because a client is guilty.

- You tell anyone?
- Like who?

Attorney-client
privilege, remember?

How about Benny?

I'd never say a word to him.

He's legally and ethically bound
to provide a rigorous defense.

I don't wanna make that
any harder than it has to be.

Thank you.

Don't judge her.
You can't judge her.

What?

You're a deeply disturbed man.

I'm just happy you
found your other.

So after you calmed Lex down, you
did what's called a risk assessment.

Now, what does
that entail exactly?

It's a series of questions
to try to ascertain

if Lex had any desires or plans
to hurt himself or anyone else.

And did he, in your opinion?

No. I spent about 25 minutes
asking him about his intentions.

Not only did he not have
any plans to commit violence,

his anger at being fired dissipated
throughout our time together.

Therefore you determined that
there was no need to warn anyone.

In my career, I've been
concerned about patients' intentions

enough to warn the authorities
on more than one occasion,

but this was not
one of those times.

Despite what happened later that
day, I can say without hesitation,

when Lex left my office,
he gave every indication

that he had made his
peace with being let go

and was excited about exploring
new employment possibilities.

- No further questions, Your Honor.
- JUDGE: Your witness.

MARISSA: Nothing
but good news here.

Our jurors seem very sympathetic
towards Dr. Benanti, Bull.

They find him
straightforward, honest.

If he keeps this up, I
think we're home free.

Bull? Can you hear
me? Is this working?

I heard you, Marissa. Thanks.

This thorough risk
assessment of yours,

did you ask follow-up
questions, clarifying questions?

The risk assessment
took as long as it did

because I asked so
many clarifying questions.

Did you specifically
ask if Lex had a gun?

- Yes. He said he did not.
- How do you know he wasn't lying?

Well, I'm not a mind reader, but
I saw no indication that he was.

- Are you sure?
- Objection, Your Honor.

- Asked and answered.
- I'll rephrase.

You were seeing
ten patients a day.

Is it possible you were overworked or
overtired, that you missed something?

Anything is possible, I suppose,

but I certainly wasn't aware of
being overtired or overworked.

Honestly, my focus at that
point was on my patient.

Not engaging in speculation,
keeping his cool, staying on message.

Benny did an incredible job
here, Bull. This guy's unflappable.

Benanti might have 12 new
clients by the time this is over.

Can you really sit there, Dr. Benanti,
now that two good men are dead,

their widows without husbands,
their children without fathers,

can you really sit there and
say you made the right decision?

There are thousands
of young men in America

with the same psychological
profile as Lex Becker.

Most of them will
never commit a crime.

A frustrating truth is
that for all our progress

in psychology and psychiatry,

the human mind remains
very much a mystery.

There's no surefire way to predict
who can be reached and who can't,

who will commit
violence or who won't.

All anyone can do is make
the best decision they can

with the information they have.

The power of logic.

You put together the perfect
jury for this argument, Bull.

It is a sea of green over here.

[JUDGE BANGS GAVEL]

We the jury find the defendant,
Dr. Donovan Benanti, not liable.

JUDGE: Court would like to thank
you for your service. You are dismissed.

Congratulations, Doc.

- ANNABELLE: Who is it?
- Dr. Jason Bull. I'd love a word.

I'm sorry, the doorman didn't call
and say you were on your way up

and I'm not in the habit of opening my
door for people who are unannounced.

Mm, well, if I go back down and
have the doorman announce me,

will you let me in?

Step away from my door,
Dr. Bull, or I'm calling the police.

OK. I just...

I'm sure you'll
think this is crazy,

I'm sure you'll think
this is beside the point,

but I just need to know.

If you wanted to
be together so badly

and then went ahead and risked
everything to make it happen,

and you love him, why
did you take him to court?

What are you talking about?

Who are you talking about?

Dr. Benanti?

Be together? Love him?

The man I love is dead.

You just successfully defended
the person responsible in court.

Now get away from my door.

Mrs. Harper?

I'm sorry. I'm so
sorry. I thought that...

Doesn't matter what I
thought. I was wrong.

I've been wrong
about everything.

But I wanna fix it. Let
me make this right, please.

He fooled me too.

But I know some things, things
I can't legally share with you,

but if you will trust me, if
you'll give me a chance,

I think that there is a
way we can make sure

that he's punished
for what he did...

and a way to get you the truth.

Please.

Happy Saturday.

Does anybody know
why we're here?

That seems to be the
million-dollar question.

- Where's Benny?
- I told him to stay home.

Well, any particular reason?

Because he is a member of the
New York State Bar Association.

And that matters because...?

We're gonna engage in a
little team-building activity.

And if all goes well, the outside
world will be none the wiser,

but if it doesn't, I don't want
Benny to be censured by the bar.

ANNABELLE: I did what you asked.

I called Dr. Benanti, asked
if he'd meet me for dinner,

said I wanted to try and make
it up to him for the lawsuit.

You were right. He...
He jumped at the chance.

Excellent. I've got my whole
team here. They're all on board.

Question is, are you?

I miss my husband, Dr. Bull.

What's the worst that
happens? I join him?

MARISSA: That's your plan?

We are gonna send this poor
woman on a dinner date with a killer?

Let's keep our facts straight.

Don's never actually killed
anyone, at least not by his own hand.

That's what makes
what he did so evil.

I need him to confess,
or he is gonna be free

to take advantage of some poor
damaged soul and do it again.

I am not asking about what you need.
I'm asking is this woman gonna be safe?

Psychologically speaking, I have
every reason to believe she will be.

Don harbors deep romantic
delusions about Annabelle.

He believes they are
meant to be together

and now that her husband
is dead, they will be.

As long as Annabelle plays into
those delusions, she should be fine.

"Should be" doesn't
inspire confidence.

Well, the former cornerback
of the Georgia Bulldogs

will be there one table away,

prepared to take down the good
doctor if things should get out of hand.

And former FBI field agent
Danielle James will also be there.

- They're having dinner together.
- Didn't even know you two were a thing.

Well, I gotta warn you,
I'm not a cheap date.

Bull, seriously, how much jeopardy
are we putting this woman in?

I'll be in her ear
telling her what to say,

and you and Cable will
be sitting right by my side.

And you really think this
has a chance of working?

Mm.

The more she flatters him,
the more she puffs him up,

the more likely he
is to make a mistake.

His ego is his weakness.

We need to play on that, get
him to confess to Annabelle.

If he does... that
confession is not protected.

She is not his lawyer. She
is not part of his legal team.

That is not what I'm asking.

Objects of delusion are usually only
in danger if they challenge the delusion,

if she refuses his affection
or humiliates him in some way.

Well, what if Annabelle can't
handle it and does just that?

That's why I have you and
Chunk there. You're not just muscle.

Benanti's never seen you before,

so you will be my eyes
and ears on the ground.

OK, I'm not a lawyer yet,
but I know enough to know

that this plan relies
on information obtained

in the course of protected conversations
between you and Dr. Benanti,

I mean, conversations that are
covered under attorney-client privilege.

Yeah? So?

- So... is this legal?
- [BULL LAUGHS]

Legal? Oh.

Here's the thing. It's not
criminal, and you won't go to jail.

And I will pay any
fines or judgments.

Now, ask me if it's
the right thing to do.

I don't have to. I know it is.

Anyone wanna opt out?

Then turn off your cellphones,
ladies and gentlemen.

Our feature attraction
is about to begin.

DANNY: Still no sign of her.

Relax, everybody. The driver's
just pulling up to the restaurant.

- You've got the recorder?
- I do.

I do, and it's on.

BULL: And you
still feel up to this?

- Yes, I do.
- Just remember, I've got people there.

You don't need to
know who they are.

You just need to know
that they are close by,

and I am watching,

so if anything goes awry,
don't worry, you're protected.

Do as I say and say
as I say. Trust me.

I do. I'm here, aren't I?

Here she comes.

Thank you.

Bull, you can be proud of her.
She's putting on quite a show.

My God, look at
you. You're glowing.

Wow. He really
is crazy, isn't he?

Dr. Benanti, I'm...
I'm in mourning.

Well, whatever you're
in, it becomes you.

I know it's hard, but
smile, seem flattered.

Call him Don, not Doctor,
and lean in when he talks.

He's an expert at
picking up nonverbal cues.

Wow. She's sitting on the edge of
her seat. Her eyes are glued to his.

- I think I'm jealous.
- Loosen him up.

Apologize for the trial.

I just... I just
have to say again

how sorry I am about
everything that's happened.

You know, if it were up to
me, I never would have sued,

but Sherryl Milton,
she... she insisted.

Don't you think I sensed that?

BULL: Now, I know this
isn't something you wanna do,

but we need to build up his confidence
and get him to let down his defenses.

Do you think you could reach
across the table and touch his hand?

Danny, Chunk, from where you are,
can you tell if she's touching his hand?

Not yet.

Oh, wait a second.

The answer to
your question is yes.

Thank you.

To you. To destiny.

BULL: Now, Annabelle,

I need you to repeat what
I'm about to say as if it's yours.

OK? Here we go.

- I know this isn't a session...
- I know this isn't a session,

and I know we're not here to talk
about me and my problems, but...

can I tell you a
deep, dark secret?

You can tell me anything.

I know I'm supposed to be sad

and I know I'm... I'm
supposed to be grieving,

but deep down
what I've really felt

since that man
shot Brady is... relief.

Does that make me a bad person?

No.

It makes you someone
who put up with a partner

who made the
business of living difficult.

He was a big, suffocating personality.
Of course it feels better now.

Would you think I was a
horrible person if I told you I...

sometimes I fantasize about
thanking that fellow Lex...

the one who shot my husband...

MARISSA: We are
at DEFCON 4, guys.

If something's gonna
happen, it's gonna happen now.

- For what he did.
- For what he did.

For... giving me my life back.

For setting me free.

Is everything all right, Don?

Did I say something
to upset you?

I mean... I just... I just
think it's so amazing.

If Lex hadn't
done what he did...

we wouldn't be here tonight.

It wasn't Lex.

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

Thank me.

It was me. I mean, I
didn't pull the trigger.

But I knew I could get Lex to.

I gave him my gun...
told him what to do.

I did this for
you. I did it for us.

Marissa... something's going
on. I think Annabelle might lose it.

You need to talk Annabelle down.

Annabelle, I need you to
breathe. I need you to stay calm.

- Excuse yourself if you have to.
- Annabelle, I don't understand.

Why are you crying?

Don't order till I get back!

Oh, my goodness.
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

- What have you done?
- My gosh. Let's get you cleaned up.

- Belinda, look what you've done.
- I know. I'm sorry.

- Wait.
- I'm so sorry.

You have to let me
pay for your dinner.

No, that's not
necessary. If I could just...

But I insist. How much Bob De Niro
you think we're looking at here, huh?

- I have no idea.
- I'd say it's pretty significant.

Looks like we've done
quite a bit of damage.

Yeah, we think you did too.

Forgive me, Don.

I know it looks like I
came empty-handed,

but I actually brought
a lovely '89 Haut-Brion.

Would have paired brilliantly with
those chips out from the vending machine,

but, alas, the guards did
not share my enthusiasm.

- What are you doing here?
- I don't know.

I guess I'm just
that kind of guy.

The kind of guy that goes
out on a limb for a friend.

The kind of guy that shows up when
a colleague calls and asks for help.

The kind of guy that visits you in
jail when you've been denied bail.

But I guess it could be
worse. Lots of natural light.

- And you look pretty good in khaki.
- Go ahead, take your victory lap.

But I'm not an idiot.

I know you're the reason
I'm in here and I'll prove it.

- And when I do...
- I'm sorry, prove what exactly?

That I suggested Annabelle ask
you out and record the conversation?

Even if you could prove that,

and it will be awfully
hard to do that from prison,

and it still wouldn't
change the fact

that you confessed on
tape to orchestrating murder,

and it still wouldn't
change the fact

that the police found
the lockbox in your office

and matched your
fingerprint to the partial print

they found on the gun
from the crime scene.

No, all it would do is give
you the opportunity to sue me,

again, from prison,
and you'd lose.

And even if you didn't, I don't
think my professional reputation

would take too big a
hit if I was found liable

for protecting the world
from a complete psychopath.

Well, I should get
back to the office.

There.

Don't want you to think
the visit was a total loss.