Bull (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 13 - Kill Shot - full transcript

[SCREAMS]

♪ Maybe that's so

♪ You're gone...

[CLASSICAL MUSIC]

[SMASHING GLASS]

- [ALARM WAILS]
- Don't move.

- Wait. Wait.
- Stop moving.

Wait.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

You're serious?

You're going to allow them



to walk me out of my own home in
handcuffs like a common criminal?

I am a Lexington.

My late father-in-law
was a state senator.

His father was governor.

And there's no one that you
can call? Nothing that you can do?

You're his spouse,
Mrs. Lexington,

and the spouse is almost
always considered a suspect.

Now, I presume their
theory of the crime

is that you somehow tried to
make it look like it was a break-in

in order to cover your tracks.

Now, I will try to get
them to forgo the handcuffs

until they have you in the car,

but the truth is the sooner
that they get you to the precinct,

the sooner they book you
and the sooner we get to court,



and that's what we want.

We will plead
innocent, I will post bail,

and hopefully I'll have you
back here by this afternoon.

Mrs. Lexington, did
you kill your husband?

MAN: What evidence does
the police have against you?

Mrs. Lexington,
are the rumors true?

ATTORNEY: Anyone who
follows the Lexington family

knows that Rebecca Lexington
is a devoted wife and mother.

The idea that she would just
suddenly decide to kill her husband?

Oh, please. Can we at least
be honest with each other?

Those who've had the misfortune
of dealing with Mrs. Lexington

have nothing nice to say.

And I can tell you,

finding jurors who haven't already
made up their mind about your client,

that is gonna be
a Herculean task.

Would it make this any more interesting
to you if I told you she was innocent?

- You're sure about that?
- She's got a solid alibi.

She was with her daughter in
the city the night of the murder.

- Could never have made it back in time.
- So if the wife didn't do it, who did?

This thief, this robber.

And this particular
thief decided to pick

the most high-profile family
in the neighborhood to rob.

Why not? He made out very well.
Four watches worth over 200,000.

That's chump change. Come on,
no art, no electronics, no jewelry?

What, he just decided
to leave that stuff behind?

The jewelry and the valuables
were locked in the safe.

And it's not exactly easy
to run through the woods

with a Mondrian
strapped to your back.

So one more thing for you to chew
on. Rebecca has never owned a gun.

And as far as we can tell,
she's never even fired a gun.

Her husband was killed by
a single bullet to the head.

- Dead center. Kill shot.
- Hmm.

Jason, don't be a fool.

This is the case that we've
all dreamed of, you know?

Wealthy family,
worldwide attention.

It's the opportunity of
a lifetime. Don't say no.

It's... It's good.

It is, right?

I mean, nobody's looking at
that paper and says, "Eh, it's a C.""

Well, not me, but
I'm not your professor.

I'm not the one
handing out the grades.

But, still, no matter what
your prejudices might be,

no matter how much
you might dislike

tall, good-looking, impeccably
dressed men, that's an A.

Come on, man, what, how long
have you been in school? Two weeks?

It's a little early to jump to
conclusions, don't you think?

I don't know. I can
feel it with this guy.

He's got it in for me.

Even if he does, it's just
one class, one professor,

even if it is a C.

It's not right.

You know, when I was in law
school, I had this professor, right?

The guy hated me. He
was, like, 100 years old.

And all he saw was this
pugnacious Puerto Rican kid

with long hair
and lots of attitude.

Did everything he
could to let me know

that there was no place for
me in the legal profession.

- So what happened?
- I'm here and he's dead, all right?

So don't worry.
This too will pass.

Hey, big guy's back
from Connecticut.

Oh.

We are helping to defend
Rebecca Lexington?

The Witch of Wealth?
The Bitch of Greenwich?

She said to say hello. Had nothing
but great things to say about you.

Yes! We're taking a high-profile
case for a wealthy client

simply because they asked and
can afford to pay for our services.

Send it to Ripley.
He wouldn't believe it.

Yeah, but doesn't everybody
kind of already know that she did it?

Everybody thinks
they know she did it.

So, what else is new?

Notwithstanding her
terrible public image,

the woman has neither
the means nor the motive

to do what she has
been accused of.

She insists she is innocent, and I,
for one, have no reason to doubt her.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Oh, yes, uh, the lady in the back
who clearly needs a throat lozenge?

I've walked hundreds
of crime scenes,

and on this one I am inclined
to agree with the police.

The broken glass pane
on the French doors.

A professional would never pick
such a loud and obvious entry point.

And from what I've read, only the
husband's belongings were taken.

It all points to a staged scene,

and a staged scene kind of
brings you back to the wife.

Well, maybe it does,
maybe it doesn't.

Benny, you and I should start
zeroing in on voir dire strategy.

Ah, voir dire, absolutely.

Raise your hand if you already
dislike Rebecca Lexington.

I like that. Subtle,
kind of stealth.

In general, what
are your feelings

towards rich white
people with an attitude?

People ask, "What's it like
working with that Benjamin Colón?"

[KNOCKING]

- Talk to me.
- You familiar with a Kendall Tyler?

Rings a bell, just
not a very loud one.

Esteemed biographer,
especially of all things Lexington.

She's written about the family for the
last decade, won a lot of prizes for it.

I've read her. She's good.

She's also outside.
She'd like to see you.

Well, let's bring her in here.

Kendall Tyler, Dr. Jason Bull. I'll
be right outside if you need me.

Nice to meet you, Ms. Tyler.
To what do I owe the pleasure?

A little birdie told me that you joined
Rebecca Lexington's legal team today.

I make it a point never to
listen to anything with wings

or more than two legs.

But that's just me.

Hmm. Well, let's
just assume it's true.

I have information
that may just help you,

information that could
exonerate your client.

- Oh.
- But there are conditions.

Full disclosure.

Lead attorney on this case
doesn't work for me. I work for him.

And so if you have some
kind of proposition in mind...

Oh, I'm very familiar with Mr. Bedford,
and he is very familiar with me.

I wrote a book three years ago in
which he plays a significant role.

I don't think he found my portrayal
accurate or particularly flattering.

And I doubt Mrs.
Lexington's a fan either.

Got it. So what
are you looking for?

What am I trading for
whatever's in that folder?

Access, and I
mean to everything.

Client meetings, strategy sessions,
prison visits, if it comes to that.

I wanna write the definitive
book and with that kind of access...

You'll have publishing
houses fighting over it. I get it.

But, as I already indicated,

Bedford is the captain
of this particular team,

and if he doesn't like you...

I'm counting on
you to convince him,

and Mrs. Lexington, and
anyone else necessary.

All right, let me say this back
to you, see if I understand it.

You supposedly have
information that will prove my client

did not commit the crime
of which she is accused,

and you are completely comfortable
not providing this information

and allowing her to spend
the rest of her life in prison

unless you get what you want.

- Have I got that right?
- No.

You and your colleagues have
been offered potential intelligence

that could be the key
to your client's freedom,

and you're unwilling to do
what's necessary to get it

and keep her from being in
prison for the rest of her life.

Oh.

I believe that's a more accurate
portrayal of what's going on here.

- OK.
- Think about it.

I left my number with
the nice lady outside.

I wouldn't wait by the phone.

Trial by social media, that's
really what we're talking about here.

Everyone in America has been
weighing in on Rebecca Lexington's guilt.

In the last 48 hours, her name alone
has generated over three million hits.

3.8.

Each one of those
hits represents

exactly the kind of juror
the other side wants.

The type of person who will
happily buy into this tabloid narrative

of a fairy-tale marriage on the rocks,
a scheming wife, a faked crime scene.

Sensationalists, fantasists.

People susceptible
to drama and scandal.

And they are gonna make up
the vast majority of our jury pool.

Look, Rebecca Lexington
is not a bad person.

She married into the family hoping
she was going to be their Princess Diana.

Instead she got
cast as their Camilla.

The question is,
what do we do now?

Ever heard of Occam's razor?

The idea that if there are two
explanations for something,

the simpler explanation
is usually the correct one.

Another way of saying it is

the more assumptions you have
to make for a theory to make sense,

the more unlikely
that theory is.

We need jurors who subscribe to the
former and are suspicious of the latter.

Wouldn't you know it, I go
out to my car today, tire's flat.

I have no idea
how that happened.

Anyone wanna hazard a guess?

You're a famous attorney.

Probably made a lot of
enemies over the years.

Maybe one of them slashed it.

Your Honor, we move
to strike this juror.

How about you?
What's your theory?

I don't know. I'm thinking you
probably just ran over a nail.

You know, I'm
thinking the same thing.

Your Honor, this
juror is acceptable.

What we want is a juror
who's gonna ask him or herself,

"Is it more likely that
Rebecca Lexington

drove 35 miles home to
Greenwich after an early dinner,

executed her beloved husband of
20 years with a single shot to the head,

staged a crime scene
to look like a break-in

and then somehow disposed of the
gun in a place the police could never find,

all before the police
responded to the burglary?"

Our ideal juror is
gonna like things

clean, straightforward
and uncomplicated.

What's your favorite movie?

- Anything by Christopher Nolan.
- Oh, yeah, he's great.

Your Honor, we move to
strike both of these jurors.

- And how about you, miss?
- Me? Oh.

I like horror movies
and also comedy.

Oh, Adam Sandler,
he makes me laugh.

- This juror is acceptable.
- We have our jury.

Trial will begin
day after tomorrow.

How did we do?

We... did OK. Four jurors.
We're a third of the way there.

Now all we have to do is
not lose ours to the other side

and get the other side
to see things our way.

- You're very smart.
- Well...

I'm very pleased that
you are working with us,

very pleased that
Henry reached out to you.

Do you think that you could swing by
the house and meet my daughter, Olivia?

She's beside
herself with all of this.

I think meeting you would
make all the difference.

- Love to.
- Thank you.

- Dr. Bull.
- Ms. Tyler.

Don't look so surprised.
It's a public courtroom.

And I'm writing my
book with or without you.

Though, frankly, I'd rather write
it from the inside than the outside.

I think we've already had this
conversation, if you'll excuse me.

Since you're going to the
house, ask about the oil.

You need me,
Dr. Bull. I know things.

These beautiful old homes.

Boiler's a hundred years
old. It's forever giving out.

Can I grab you a drink?
It's the maid's day off.

No, I'm good, Henry. Thanks.

There is the good doctor.

Dr. Bull, I'd like to introduce
you to my daughter, Olivia.

- Dr. Bull.
- Ah, Olivia. It's nice to meet you.

I'm sorry about your father.

And I'm sorry about all that
your mother's been going through.

I know it's a lot.

Your mom tells
me you're nervous.

I just want you to know
that's understandable.

After all, you
really are her alibi.

In any event, if I can get you and your
mom to come to my offices tomorrow...

Really? Tomorrow?
I was hoping...

I think it's important to take
the one free day we have

and prepare you both
for the witness stand.

I think it would help Olivia,

and I know it would be
enlightening for you and Henry.

Henry, where's the
heat? Where's the oil?

Excuse me? Look, I told
you, these old houses...

Knock it off. Where's the help?

- It's the maid's night off.
- More like the maid's month off.

These people are broke, Henry.

Look, if you're worried
about getting paid...

First and foremost, now
you've attached my name to it,

I'm worried about winning,
I'm worried about doing my job.

Let me tell you about
me. I traffic in the truth.

I know when I'm hearing
it and I know when I'm not.

And at the moment
it's in fairly short supply.

Jason...

And I know that that doesn't
necessarily mean your client is guilty.

But I also know I
cannot win this thing

if people think they're
gonna lie their way through it.

So if you want my help,

you and your clients will be at my
office at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

Understood?

Understood.

Something about sitting in this
chair, taking the oath, it changes you,

and I want both of
you to be ready for that.

At the same time,
it gives us a chance

to see if your stories
hold up under scrutiny.

Mr. Colón will play
the role of prosecutor.

But, remember,
this isn't really court,

so if anyone has anything
to say, feel free, sing out.

It won't be held against you.
Let the games begin, Mr. Colón.

Good morning, Miss Lexington.

My condolences on
the death of your father.

Um, thank you.

Now, is it your testimony
that the night of the murder,

your mother was 35 miles away
from home with you in New York City?

Yes, sir.

And what were you
two doing that evening?

We had dinner at Del Posto.

- Do you recall what time?
- It was around six o'clock.

- And what time did it finish?
- It was about eight.

8:00 p.m.

And the burglar alarm
indicating the break-in

and the probable time
of death was at 7:20.

I don't know. I mean, if
that's what they told you.

You sure it was Del Posto
where you and your mother ate?

Of course.

Would you happen to
have a receipt for the meal?

- Excuse me?
- A receipt.

To show that you were
there, to prove that you paid,

because Del Posto has no record

of serving you or your
mother that evening.

No credit card, no reservation
under the name Lexington.

REBECCA: Honey?

Because we paid with
cash. Do you remember?

I paid... I paid with cash, and
there's no record of the reservation

because we just walked in off the
street and asked for a table for two.

Didn't give a name.

Oh.

Is that how you remember it?

- Yes.
- OK.

Because Del Posto was
completely sold out that night.

They told us that
there was no way

that they would or could seat
anyone without a reservation.

Do you know what the penalty is

for providing false testimony
in a murder trial in Connecticut?

Even to protect
one's own mother?

All right, all right, that's enough.
You are terrifying my daughter.

What would you have us do? You
offered her up as a sacrificial lamb.

It's clear the two of you didn't
have dinner in that restaurant.

I'm guessing you
weren't even together.

- Jason.
- OLIVIA: No, you're wrong. We were.

We were together. We were there.

- She wasn't anywhere near the house.
- Olivia, they're ahead of us.

And they are here
trying to help us, I think.

Can we speak in private,
just you and me and Henry?

I am not unaware of what people
think of me, the press, the public,

and it is difficult
sometimes to think clearly,

especially when you know that
people have opinions about you.

I was not in New York City on the
night that my husband was murdered.

I was in Greenwich and I was
having a meeting with an attorney.

A divorce attorney.

- Did you know about this?
- I introduced her to the attorney.

But I was unaware that
that is where she was

on the night she claimed
to be in New York City.

Well, how would
that have looked?

The night that my
husband is shot to death,

I'm off plotting to
leave the marriage?

It would have looked horrible. But
it would have looked like the truth.

Trust me, the other side can
smell the stink on your alibi.

We are gonna have to get out in
front of it when we get to court tomorrow.

Let's work together on
your opening statement.

Is there anything else?

Tell me about the marriage.

Our only child just moved
out and went to college.

Suddenly there was
nothing to hide behind.

No one to put up a facade for.

Tell him the rest.

My husband has...

had a very serious
gambling problem.

If his family didn't
own our home outright,

then that would have
been gone long ago.

If it was liquid,
Jeremy would spend it.

His mother and his father
cut him off years ago.

And that's why there's no
heat? Is that why there's no help?

We're almost to the
bottom of the well.

Before Halloween, we sold
what was left of the stocks

so that we could pay for
Olivia's tuition next semester,

but Jeremy found a way to gamble
that before it even got to the bursar,

and that was it, I
told him I was done.

I told him that I was going to see
someone about putting an end to it.

- How'd he take it?
- He was apoplectic.

Shall I start with the bad news?

The state attorney's office
almost certainly knows

about your husband's gambling.

That is very tough
to keep secret.

But the good news is... [SIGHS]

if you're telling the truth about
the family having no money,

you really have no
motive to kill your husband.

Am I missing something?

There's an insurance policy.

Jeremy insisted that
we buy it six months ago.

$25 million on his life.

And, of course, I
am the beneficiary.

Forget everything I said
after "the good news is."

You think you know her, wife,
mother, philanthropist, socialite.

Married into one of the
richest families in the country.

But you don't know her.

This spoiled member
of the one percent

who suddenly discovered that she was
going to lose her extravagant lifestyle.

Suddenly discovered
that her husband,

a handsome and much admired
member of the Lexington dynasty,

had been secretly gambling
away the family's fortune for years.

The fortune that was supposed
to be her and her daughter's future.

So she killed him, murdered
her husband of 20 years,

not only to reap
the satisfaction

of slaying the man who
betrayed her and their daughter,

but also because with his death came
a life insurance check for $25 million.

And lest you think this
murder was an act of passion,

even her husband
sensed a plan was afoot.

The night of his murder...

he left his wife a
voicemail, a plea.

Becky, honey, I'm sorry.

I know you're mad.
I know you hate me.

But you have to
believe I love you.

And you have to believe
I'm trying to make this right.

Now, I'm sure you're all familiar
with the term "guilt by association."

Have you ever heard of the
term "guilt by accusation"?

Now, this is when a person's
reputation is so notorious

that unlike the rest of us, who
are innocent until proven guilty,

these people, for all
intents and purposes,

are guilty until they're
proven innocent.

The prosecutor is going to tell
you all about the mean things

that Rebecca Lexington
has supposedly

said and done to
people throughout her life.

This is how we get out in front
of the lies you told the police.

None of that makes
her a murderer.

She'll even have a
police detective testify

that Rebecca told
them a different story

than the one that she's
going to tell you here in court.

So...

did Rebecca lie to the police when they
first brought her in and questioned her?

Yes. Yes, she did.

She was terrified. She panicked.

She knows what
they think about her,

and she didn't think that they
were going to believe the truth.

But she's going
to tell you the truth.

And I'm telling you
the truth right now.

This woman, she did
not kill her husband.

That was very impressive.

For a moment even I
had a glimmer of hope.

Mom, just tell them
they're doing a good job.

They know that's what I mean.

You folks go on
ahead. I'll catch up.

You don't give up.

You mean my plea for
access? I gave up days ago.

No, I'm not here
to ask for anything.

I'm here to give you something.

- Ah, what's that?
- It's a website.

I think you might find it
interesting. Jeremy certainly did.

Wait a second.

I didn't get a chance to
thank you for that oil tip.

You're welcome.

How'd you know?
How do you know this?

It's my life. Knowing
about the Lexingtons.

Talking to anyone who knows
anything about the Lexingtons.

- It's all I do.
- So why the sudden change of heart?

Why the sudden generosity?

I thought about what you said,

about how I would feel if
Rebecca spent her life in jail

when perhaps I could
have made a difference.

And who knows, maybe
if you win this case,

you'll remember my
kindness, let me interview you,

convince Mr. Bedford to
give me another chance

and perhaps even persuade
Mrs. Lexington to sit with me.

Well, like you said,
we'd have to win first.

I have great faith
in you, Dr. Bull.

Ah.

I'm afraid this is going to be
a long-term project, Dr. Bull.

This address, if it's even
legitimate, lives on the dark web.

I may not have anything
for you until tomorrow.

Ah. Well, then, I'm gonna
do something I don't often do.

I'm going home.

- Wow. I forgot you had a home.
- Me too.

And then I saw this key I
didn't recognize on my key chain

and it all came
rushing back to me.

- See you in the morning, Cable.
- Night, Dr. Bull.

Detective Gates, you're
the lead homicide detective

on the Jeremy Lexington
murder, correct?

Yes, ma'am.

And did you visit the
Lexingtons' home?

Yes.

And I believe you
were the first to suggest

the crime scene had been staged.

- That's right.
- On what did you base that opinion?

Couple of things, the biggest
being the point of entry.

- The glass in the French doors.
- Yes. Made no sense.

Breaking glass makes noise.

Noise is something you want to
avoid if you're breaking into a home.

Also, when we arrived on
the scene, the lights were on.

There's no way that intruder
went through those doors

and didn't know that
somebody was home.

Again, makes no sense.

A professional, he sees that, he's
gonna find another house to hit pronto.

Objection. Facts
not in evidence.

- Overruled.
- I'm just a glutton for punishment.

What's the view from
where you're sitting?

It's not pretty.

The mirror jurors
are buying into

the staged crime scene
theory across the board.

Well, that's because
it makes perfect sense.

Now, immediately after the crime,
who did you zero in on as a suspect?

- Mrs. Lexington.
- And what led you to her?

You've been doing this long
enough, you just kind of know.

- So you questioned her?
- I did.

- And what did she tell you?
- That she was in New York City.

That she couldn't possibly
have killed her husband.

Well, then, that was that.

Well, not really, because
when we followed up on her alibi,

we discovered that she
wasn't in New York City at all,

that she was right here in
Greenwich the whole time

and was perfectly capable
of committing the murder.

- So she lied.
- Yes, ma'am.

No further
questions at this time.

The good news is all
the jurors are already red,

so I have no bad news to report.

Thanks, Marissa. You're
always looking out for me.

So when the detectives
asked you where you were

at the time of your father's
death, you answered?

In New York.

I'm gonna need a more
specific answer than that.

- Where in New York?
- I told them that I was at Del Posto.

It's a restaurant.
It's on Tenth Avenue.

And did they ask you
who you were with?

Yes, and I said my mother.

- And were you with your mother?
- No, that was a lie.

- And I'm sorry, but I thought...
- No. No, no, no, no.

Only answer the
questions that are asked.

Don't volunteer anything else.

Trust me, they'll get to
everything. That's their job, OK?

And were you with your mother?

- No, that was a lie.
- Exactly.

Now, did someone tell you to
lie? Did your mother tell you to lie?

No, it was my idea.

I had just lost my father,

and the thought of my mother
spending the rest of her life in prison...

- I just did it again, didn't I?
- It's OK. You're tired.

And we've been
doing this a while.

- But you get the idea, right?
- Yeah, I do.

So who's the parent and who's
the child in the Lexington house?

What do you mean?

- You're very protective of your mother.
- She's on trial for murder.

No, I get that,

but it strikes me as something
that you've grown comfortable with,

something that you've
been doing for a long time.

Ever since I can remember, my
mother's been one of those people that...

everyone thinks they know,
even if they've never met her.

They just instantly dislike her.

You can't help but feel
protective of someone like that.

People are just against
her for no reason.

You ever been on the
receiving end of that?

Actually, I'm going through
something like that right now.

This law professor of mine, I
mean... he's just got it in for me.

Every paper, every test.

Yeah, but, I mean, at least you can
confront him, you can ask him why.

You're right.

I can. I should.

And I think it's great that
you're your mother's protector.

JEREMY: Becky, honey, I'm sorry.

I know you're mad.
I know you hate me.

But you have to
believe I love you.

And you have to believe
I'm trying to make this...

Becky, honey, I'm
sorry. I know you're mad.

- [KNOCKING]
- I know you hate me.

Can I show you something?

I was able to get into
that website you got me.

Turns out Jeremy had an account
there. I think you should see this.

Thank you for meeting
me before we go to court.

- Well, what's your big news?
- Did you find the person who did this?

Because, let's be
honest, short of that,

I am not sensing that
we are going to prevail.

Well... actually, the folks who
work for me found a lot of things.

For one, the website where your
husband did most of his gambling,

turns out they traffic
in a variety of vices,

all sorts of illicit
and illegal activities.

I'm not following you.

He didn't gamble away
your daughter's tuition money.

He bought something with it.

What?

A future for you and your
daughter. At least that was the plan.

I do not understand
a word you are saying.

Well, then... let's
begin at the beginning.

First and foremost, the police
and the prosecutor got it right.

- The crime scene was staged.
- By whom?

The one person who was determined
to see your husband's life end.

Your husband.

What are you trying to tell us?

I'm trying to tell you your
husband committed suicide.

Jason, that's impossible.

The coroner would have
been able to determine

if it was a
self-inflicted wound.

I mean, clearly the bullet
came from a greater distance.

Clearly it came from
someone else's gun.

It did. That's why the
scene seemed staged.

The person who shot your
husband wasn't a robber.

It was a professional hit man,

bought and paid for
by his intended victim.

Why?

I'm guessing he realized
the perilous financial situation

he'd put you and
your daughter in.

And the only real asset you had
was the $25 million insurance policy.

Which we could not collect
on if he died by his own hand.

So he hired someone
to do it for him.

Exactly.

And, of course, they
had to make it look like

something other
than what it was.

Last night I kept
listening to the voicemail

Jeremy left you
the night he died.

Prosecutor keeps trying to sell it
to the jury like it's a plea for mercy,

suggesting he knows
you're gonna kill him.

That's not what I hear.

He's asking for
your forgiveness.

For what he did. For
what he's about to do.

It's a suicide note.

I know it's gonna be difficult,

but we have to find a
way to get this out in court,

and I may need
you to take the stand.

I think it's the only way
we can clear your name.

No.

We are not sharing
this with anyone.

That makes no sense, Rebecca.

This conversation is protected
by attorney-client privilege, right?

Of course.

And if I tell you you can't use
something, you can't, right?

Rebecca, we're trying to save your life.
We're trying to keep you out of prison.

The insurance policy.

Olivia is the
secondary beneficiary,

and if they find out that
this is essentially a suicide,

they will never pay
the claim, and she...

If I go to prison, my
daughter will get the money

and my daughter
will have a future.

And she deserves a future.

So the truth stays
here... with us.

[KNOCKING]

Professor Jameson? I'm in
your Intro to Legal Theory class.

- Do you have a minute?
- I see students only by appointment.

I completely understand,
but I work during the day

and scheduling an appointment
during your office hours is difficult.

As it happens, my firm is in court
today, so I was able to sneak away.

- You work for a law firm?
- Trial science company.

Oh, you're him.

I wrote about it in one
of our first assignments.

You gave me a C.

You give me a C on pretty
much everything I submit to you.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

- OK. Plead your case.
- Excuse me?

Why do you think you're
entitled to more than a C?

Because I see you
handing out As and Bs

to almost everyone in the class,

and, well, frankly, I have more
experience than any of them.

At a trial science company?

Well, why do you
say it like that?

Mr. Palmer, the system of
jurisprudence has existed for centuries,

functioning quite well with
just attorneys and... and judges

and occasionally juries,

never once requiring the
services of trial scientists,

who, near as I can tell, just
suddenly appeared in the last 25 years.

And who are they?

They don't need degrees,
just a fancy business card,

the ability to generate billable
hours, the gift of the gab.

Whenever a client
prevails, they take the credit.

Whenever a client loses,
it's the attorney's fault.

I think they're charlatans,

and I think people who
work for them are charlatans.

You don't even know me.

I don't need to know
you. I know what you do.

And I don't think that's fair.

I came here to study the law. It
shouldn't matter what job I have.

If you don't like me or you
don't like my class, then drop out.

- I don't wanna drop out.
- Then make your peace with those Cs.

Our appointment's over.

Hey. I'm sorry that it took
me so long to get here, but...

I know you said it was an
emergency. It's an hour on the train.

I need your help.

I have proof of your mother's innocence,
proof she won't let me use in court,

and I suspect you may be the only
one who can convince her otherwise.

Yeah. Yeah, of
course. Let me at her.

Thing is, it's gonna
cost you $25 million.

Your Honor, we would like to call
a last-minute witness to the stand.

Rebecca Lexington.

We met in college, fell in love.

I was the poor girl from
the other side of the tracks

and he was the rich
boy who deserved better.

But we didn't care. We
knew we were meant to be.

His family held their noses through
our wedding, and he loved that.

I loved him, but
he had a dark side.

If something was forbidden,
he was very attracted to it.

I think I was part
of that, till I wasn't.

And when I wasn't,
it became gambling.

He was addicted.

He loved the risk, and there
were times that I was convinced

that he found the losing
more thrilling than the winning.

Did Jeremy ever tell you
how he felt about his addiction?

Of course. He... more
than anything, felt guilty.

For everything he put us
through, especially Olivia.

- Any movement yet?
- You'll be the first to know.

Mrs. Lexington, six months
before your husband's death,

were you aware that he took out
an insurance policy of $25 million,

naming you as the
primary beneficiary?

He mentioned the policy, but I
had no idea it was for that much

until after his death.

Did you know that in
the event of suicide,

this policy would
be null and void?

I never saw the policy. I
have no idea what it said.

Don't touch that dial.
Here comes the good part.

- Do you know a Donald Graham?
- No, I don't.

Were you aware that your
husband transferred $20,000,

two days before he
died, to Mr. Graham?

No.

So you had no idea what
this payment was actually for?

- None at all.
- Is this the good part?

Patience.

Did you know that Mr. Graham
is a contract killer, a hit man,

a professional executioner?

Objection. No foundation.
There is zero evidence...

Actually, there is.

I would like to submit
evidence of a money trail

leading from Mr. Lexington to
Mr. Graham, purchasing his services.

Objection. This is the
first we've heard of this.

I'll take it de bene, assuming
it will hold up later on.

- MARISSA: It's not spring yet, is it?
- Why do you say that?

I'm seeing my
first hint of green.

Mrs. Lexington, is it possible
that your husband felt so guilty

for the position that he had
put you and your daughter in

that he would have
orchestrated his own murder?

- Objection. Calls for speculation.
- Sustained.

Let me rephrase that.

Your husband knew that
you and your daughter

were in desperate need of money.

- We talked about that all the time.
- Objection. Hearsay.

She is testifying to her
part in a conversation.

- It's not hearsay.
- Overruled.

Mrs. Lexington, can you
think of any other reason

that your husband would go onto the
dark web and hire a professional killer?

- No.
- Your Honor, that is pure speculation.

Jury will disregard.

- No, they won't.
- BEDFORD: Just one more question.

Mrs. Lexington, you do understand
that your testimony here today

will almost certainly result
in the insurance company

declaring your
husband's death a suicide

and thereby allowing them to opt out
of any payment to you or your daughter?

Yes, I do.

And I don't care.

Oh, my goodness. It's like
Saint Paddy's Day in here.

[JUDGE BANGS GAVEL]

JUROR: On the single count
of murder in the first degree,

we the jury find the defendant,
Rebecca Lexington... not guilty.

[JUDGE BANGS GAVEL]

- No hard feelings, Theresa?
- Can't promise you that.

But send me the evidence
you've gathered on Donald Graham

and I'll have my office seek
an indictment immediately.

BULL: OK.

Watch. Bet she's the only one
that's gonna make any money on this.

It's probably as it should be,
given all the help she gave me.

Do me a favor. Give her a
couple of hours of your time.

And let's both convince
your client to do the same.

She saved our asses today,
not to mention Rebecca's life.

- Nice work, chief.
- Yes, we did it.

- Yeah.
- Kept our client out of jail.

- Yes.
- Of course, now she's bankrupt.

Can't pay her oil bill. Can't
pay her daughter's tuition.

Can't pay us.

It's like I told Charlie
Sheen a couple of years ago,

winning isn't everything
it's cracked up to be.