Bull (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 16 - Absolution - full transcript

BULL: Our work and our lives

are based on certain
fundamental assumptions.

Gravity holds us to the ground.

Water is wet.

No two human bite marks
are exactly the same.

("I Gotta Feeling" by The
Black Eyed Peas playing)

MATT: Derrick!

Congratulations. Seriously, man.

Congrats.

♫ I gotta feeling...

We're all gonna be
working for you someday.



All right, hold on.

You're gonna need something
to wash this down with.

Mm.

What's this?

Don't worry about it, man.

Make you feel good, mess
you up a little bit.

Nah, nah, nah... No, dude,
my dentist gave it to me.

The worst it's gonna do is
make your teeth a bit whiter.

Come on, we're all doing it.

♫ That tonight's gonna
be a good night ♫

♫ That tonight's gonna be
a good, good night... ♫

All right.

Oh, my God.

♫ That tonight's gonna
be a good night... ♫



I just spotted my future wife.

MATT: Go get her, man.

Just walk up there, pretend
you want to order a drink.

What do you have to lose?

Come on, man.

All right, all right, all right.

Geez, get off me.

Yes!

All right.

Have a good night, man.
You, too, my man.

We're free agents. Be good.
Hey, thanks, man. Thank you.

Pleasure to meet you. Hey,
congratulations. Good luck.

Thank you, thank you.
Yeah, yeah.

Take care. Oh, all right.

: Oh, man.

Oh, wow. It's almost
2:00 in the morning.

Need me to hail you
a cab or something?

Oh, I just live on
the next block.

Okay.

Well, um, could I walk you?

It's a free country.

Listen, I like you, but...

but I don't know you.

So I think I should
just go home, alone.

Okay.

Well, um, can I call you?

You marked me.

Does that mean I'm
your property, now?

Let's not get ahead
of ourselves.

Just give me a call.

♫

♫

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, and congrats
on your promotion.

Thanks, Miss 212-555-0161.

I know, right? I can't
believe it, either.

I'm convinced I'm gonna get a
call from upstairs saying that

it was all just a big mistake.
Way to go, man. Congrats.

I've actually been demoted.

You'll make it to
where I am one day.

Uh, hey, Grayden, let me
call you back, all right?

Good morning.

Mr. Graham?

I'm Detective Bradley, this
is Detective Rue, NYPD.

Hi. Can I help you?

Well, um, I was hoping I could
ask you a few questions,

about Ashley Richardson.

Ashley?

Mr. Graham. Can I
get you anything?

No, thanks, I'm okay.

I, uh, I'd just
love to get to it.

Got a promotion yesterday.

A new job, and today's
my first day, so, uh,

feels kind of weird not
being in the office.

Uh, how's Ashley?

Uh, is she okay?

I-I don't know her. I-I mean, I...
I just met her last night.

She gave me her number, I...

Is she okay?

Well, for the record, Mr.
Graham,

we're being recorded.

And I want to just
make sure it's clear

you're here of your
own volition, right?

You understand that you're
free to leave at any time.

No, I get that. And I want to help.
I just...

I kind of need to
know what's going on.

Okay.

So, last night was
the first time ever

you saw Ashley
Richardson, right?

She's dead, Mr. Graham.

Her body was found in
the park this morning.

Oh, my God.

She'd been beaten, raped,

bitten on the neck,
strangled to death.

Oh, my God.

Oh, man, I...

That's horrible, that's...

Now, we have security video
that shows you and Ashley

outside the bar after
everyone else left.

Nobody else is on the tape.

You two were the
only ones out there.

RUE: So you were drunk and high.

Yes, sir.

And you wanted to have sex
with this girl. Right?

I mean, I wanted
to see her again,

if that's what you're asking.

I'm starting to think
maybe I should leave.

I'm starting to think

that I need to come
back with an attorney.

Well, you're c-certainly
free to do that.

Uh, look, you've been nothing
but cooperative. If...

It's just, you know, it's
just these-these questions.

I-I just think that
you might want

to take a second and think
about how that would look.

I mean, if you have
nothing to hide.

I don't.

Again, totally up to you.

But I do think you want to
give some consideration

as to the appearance
that that would create.

I've been here for what,
like, five hours?

RUE: I haven't been
keeping track of time.

But yeah, we've
been here a while.

And like I said, I think you've
been nothing but cooperative.

DERRICK: Do you think we're
close to being done?

RUE: I do.

You got to tell me the truth, Derrick.
You're in it, kid.

All that booze and the drugs.

I mean, your memory's
pretty spotty.

You ever blacked out
before, Derrick?

I-I don't know. I've...

I-I don't think so. Come on.

Maybe once, in college.
Maybe twice.

So it's possible.

You could've blacked out.
I don't know.

I feel like I remember
everything that happened.

Okay, here's the thing, Derrick.

Ashley lived for a
couple of hours

after she was found in the park.

I spoke to her.

And she identified
you as her attacker.

Ashley said I did it?

Have no reason to
lie, would she?

No, but, I mean, uh...

She was intubated, so she
couldn't actually speak.

But I asked her to write down

the name of the guy
who did this to her.

You want to see what she wrote?

Yeah, sure, of course.

This is Ashley's handwriting.

I mean, I don't know, Derrick.

Maybe you hurt her
without meaning to.

I'm just saying it
could've been an accident.

Here's the proof.

It's okay.

BULL: Then, one night,
you can't sleep.

You start digging through
professional journals

you've been meaning
to read, and...

and there it is.

Courts all over the country

are starting to reject
bite mark evidence.

The legal community,

courts, lawyers,
law enforcement,

a lot of them no longer believe
there's anything to it.

And that matters because...?

Derrick Graham.

When I went into the
trial science business,

one of the first trials
I was involved with

was a murder trial.

A, uh, young investment
banker was accused

of raping and killing a young
woman one night in a park.

Downtown Manhattan.

The Wall Street Slayer.

Well, obviously you did
your job; Guy's in prison.

No.

I lost.

I was working for the defense.

And I believed with all my heart

that he was innocent;
I still do.

Where are we going with this?

The D.A. had three key
pieces of evidence.

First, DNA evidence.

My client's DNA was
found on the victim.

And he admitted that was
because he was kissing her

earlier in the evening.

Oh, wait a second. I
remember this case.

Didn't he confess?

A coerced confession, yes.

A false confession.

And that's piece number two.

The detectives lied
to the suspect,

something they're allowed
to do in New York state,

and I think we did a pretty
good job of making that clear

to the jury.

But then there was
bite mark evidence.

Which is now starting
to be considered bogus.

CHUNK: Wait.

Okay, you got me on
two out of three.

But an Ivy-educated investment
banker confessed to a murder

he did not commit?

They lied to him.

They told him the victim
had identified him

just before she succumbed
in the hospital.

My client was in
shock; He was upset

and confused.

I'm telling you, this
man is innocent.

Dr. Bull.

Been a while.

You think so?

This is gonna sound hollow,
but I have wanted to visit.

Oh, I know.

I got your messages
from way back when.

I just... couldn't.

You, my friends, my parents,

even my sister.

Haven't seen a one of them.

I just kept saying no,
and they stopped asking.

Well, thank you for
saying yes this one time,

and let me tell
you why I'm here.

Bite mark evidence is no longer

anyone's gold standard
for anything.

More and more courts are
refusing to recognize it.

I'd like to file a motion to
vacate the guilty verdict.

See if we can't get
you a new trial.

I'd like to fix this for
you, Derrick. I'd...

I'd like to get you
your life back.

Can I have your permission?

Sure. What do I care?

Here's the thing.

All of this, you...

everything that happened
after that night...

it's all just a dream, man.

And I'm really just asleep.

Either that or I'm dead,
and this is death.

Either way...

whatever you do is fine.

♫

Hey, Anna. It's Uncle Chunk.

Your dad.

This is, like, the sixth
time that I've called.

And your mom sent me an e-mail,
so I know you're coming

in two weeks so we
can go tour NYU.

It's just feeling a little
strange on my end that...

we haven't actually
had a conversation

since Thanksgiving.

That you don't or won't
return my phone calls,

not even at Christmas.

So, please, just, I'm
asking, just call me back.

Doesn't matter what time of
day; My phone's always on.

Just... please.

♫

♫ Doo, doo, doo-doo,
doo, doo, doo-doo ♫

♫ It's a shame, the way you
mess around with your man ♫

♫ It's a shame, the
way you hurt me ♫

♫ It's a shame, the way you
mess around with your man ♫

♫ I'm sitting all alone

♫ By the telephone

♫ Waiting for your call

♫ When you don't
call me at all ♫

♫ Why do you use me?

♫ Try to confuse me?

♫ How can you stand
to be so cruel? ♫

♫ Why don't you free me from

♫ Oh, this prison

♫ Where I serve my time,
oh, as your fool? ♫

♫ Hey, it's a shame ♫ Shame ♫

♫ Oh, the way you mess
around with your man ♫

♫ Got to be a... ♫ Shame ♫

♫ The way you hurt me, yeah

♫ It's a shame ♫ Shame ♫

♫ The way you mess
around with your man ♫

♫ You're my baby girl

♫ You're my whole wide world

♫ And I must complain

♫ I just can't be confined,
looking back in time ♫

♫ No, it's a shame ♫ Shame. ♫

Oh.

Hello, Anna?

RECORDED MALE VOICE:
Congratulations.

You've just won a
Florida cruise!

Ugh, man, nine years
is a long time.

Some of this stuff's
pretty funky.

Tell me about it. What
do you think this is?

Huh.

Well, those holes are
where the police lab

cut out pieces for testing.

The only DNA that they
recovered was Ashley's.

Well, it's been nine years.

Technology has
improved since then.

Might be worth giving
it another go.

Yes, of course I
remember Derrick.

He, uh, showed a lot of promise.

He was on the partnership track.

Do you remember his
coworker, Matt Williams?

Sure.

Uh, Matt got indicted
a few years back.

Insider trading.

Uh, what about Josh O'Connor?

Ah, finally. Easy question.

He's about six floors up.

Got a big grin and a
big bank account.

Wow. I certainly
didn't see this coming

when I woke up this morning.

So, what would I have to do?

Well, there's no
doubt in my mind

the prosecution's gonna
want to subpoena you.

They're gonna want you
to set the scene.

Place Derrick and Ashley
together at the bar,

talk about the drinking,
the hydrocodone.

Not my finest hour.

Well, then, when
we cross-examine,

I'm gonna want you to paint a
fuller picture of your friend.

His demeanor, his character.

I have yet to meet
anyone who knew this man

who believed he was capable
of this kind of savagery.

Oh, it's true, it's true.

Derrick was always a
perfect gentleman.

He was the kind of guy
that would ask permission

before he'd kiss a girl. Hmm.

So, I can count on you?

Maybe come into my office
for a couple of hours,

do a little witness prep?

Of course.

But what's gonna be
different about this trial?

They got a new suspect
or something?

No, but bite mark evidence

is starting to be recognized
for the junk science

it's always been, and I'm hoping

that gives us a shot
at a second trial.

Same judge?

Same prosecutor, same everybody.

Except for the jury.

DERRICK: Kind of big,
don't you think?

It's intentional; Trying
to make you look smaller.

You mean less threatening.

Been a while since I
needed one of these.

Can't even imagine
what it's like

to wake up every day and realize

that you're in prison for
something you did not do.

It's actually kind of reassuring
to hear you say that.

There are days I forget.

Days I convince myself
prison is where I belong.

Has to be.

Otherwise...

why am I there?

What about a support system?

Friends.

Not really.

Well, there must be someone.

Didn't I hear you have a sister?

When's the last time
you spoke to her?

I haven't seen or spoken
to anyone from before

since they locked me up.

Just better for me.

Better for everyone.

Does your family know
what's going on?

That we're trying to
get you a new trial?

It's always good to have
your people in the audience.

The judge and the
jury will notice.

I don't know what to tell you.

All right, I'll-I'll
make some calls.

A.D.A. Madden's own expert, Dr.
Novak,

has withdrawn her
initial opinion

about the validity of the
bite mark impressions.

By her own admission,
she now claims

that the jury should
have never considered

her testimony as evidence
of my client's guilt.

Your Honor, even if you
accept that as true,

there was a mountain
of other evidence.

There was DNA...

Of course there was.

My client freely
admitted that he engaged

in consensual contact
with Miss Richardson.

Your client also confessed
to killing her.

My client was coerced.

Which is why we're moving
to suppress the confession.

On what grounds? A
valid confession

must be knowing,
willing and voluntary.

I submit that the detectives'
lies made that impossible.

Okay, I've heard enough.

I know the case very well.

I presided at the
original trial,

and I considered a motion to
suppress then and denied it,

and I'm denying it now.

But I'm going to grant your
motion to vacate the conviction.

I'm granting a new trial.
We're adjourned.

Talk about snatching victory
from the arms of defeat.

I wouldn't crack open
any champagne just yet.

I have something for you.

"Notice of Discovery."

Yes, indeed. We
have a new witness.

Who's Jerome Sheffield?

He's my cell mate.

Former cell mate.

We moved him to another
facility this morning.

Crime happened nine years ago.

What's he going to say?

Let me guess, he's gonna say
our client confessed to him.

Confessed to him about what?

Mr. Graham, I'm advising
you not to speak.

Jerome Sheffield is
prepared to testify

that your client admitted to him

that he raped and murdered
Ashley Richardson.

He's lying. That never happened.

Stop talking; He is
trying to bait you.

When did my client make this so.

Two days ago.

How serendipitous.
So, I'm guessing

the day we filed a
motion for a new trial,

you offered Derrick's cell
mate a deal for what, exactly?

Early release? And
then, miraculously,

he came to you
with a confession.

Hmm. And people say
there is no God.

You might want to dial it down, Dr.
Bull.

Do you have this
confession on tape?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

A confession is a confession.

Or, in this case,
two confessions.

I proved this man
was guilty once.

I'm happy to do it again.

Gee, for a fleeting moment
there, that felt really good.

BULL: It's a new day!

A new chance to convince oneself

that the cause is not lost.

Maybe it's just
temporarily misplaced.

You slept here again?

Well... Ooh, sorry.

Yeah. I was reading
the transcripts

from the original
trial, and I looked up

and it was 5:00 a.m.

Grabbed a couple
hours on the couch.

You don't have a clean
shirt, do you? Yeah.

DANNY: Hey. Oh,
sorry to barge in.

And, uh, to what do
I owe the pleasure?

Well, I ordered some new

state-of-the-art DNA
tests on the scarf

Ashley was wearing that night.
And?

And they found something
new, DNA-wise,

that doesn't belong
to Ashley or Derrick.

Well, we like the sound of that.

Yeah, well, might belong
to the store clerk

that sold it to her or someone

she brushed up
against in the bar.

Or the killer.

Or the killer.

But that we don't know,
because whoever it is

isn't showing up in the system.

Which leads me to
my next question.

Where are we with
alternate suspects?

Other people who were
in the bar that night,

people in the neighborhood
with prior sex crime records?

Well, with all due respect,

Dr. Bull, we're still
short-staffed,

and that used to be
something Cable would do

for us online, and,
as you know, um,

at the moment, there's no Cable.

Be that as it may,

we always managed to get things
done before there was a Cable,

and I have every confidence
you'll get it done

until we find her replacement.

I hate to be a Debbie Downer,
but last night I pored over

the police records,
witness statements,

and I didn't find any new leads.

Not a one.

It supports our narrative.

The reports don't make any
reference of alternate suspects

because the detectives
never looked for any.

It's called myside bias.

The police have always believed
that Derrick was the killer.

Their entire investigation
was centered

on proving that to be true.

What should've happened was an
open and fair investigation.

But in this case, all they
did was find evidence

to support a predetermined
conclusion.

Oh, aren't you a chipper.

Glum and glummer?

Well, hard to put on a happy
face when you look at this data.

Been doing some polling,
Bull, and it suggests

that over 80% of our
potential jury pool

still remember
Derrick's first trial

and already believe he's guilty.

Those are some tough odds.

And now with this
new confession...

Yeah. I hear you.

I guess we just
have to find a jury

who can see through these
so-called confessions.

Okay. If you say so.

And where would one
look for said jury?

How well do you
know Shakespeare?

I, uh, read Romeo and
Juliet in high school.

I think. Or maybe
I saw the movie.

What I need are
jurors who identify

with Othello's fatal
flaw: Jealousy.

Or more specifically,
the absolute certainty

that makes jealousy possible.

You see, Othello suspected his
wife of having an affair,

so he confronted her.

And quite understandably,
she vigorously denied it.

She cried and did everything
she could to convince him,

but Othello didn't care.

He was absolutely
certain of her guilt.

In fact, he believed
Desdemona's tears

were proof of her
consciousness of guilt.

The irony is all they
were was a reaction

to her husband's
not believing her.

Long story short,
Othello killed his wife

for something she didn't do.

Now, I want jurors
who understand

that just because Detective
Bradley, for that matter,

the entire police department,

believes something

with all their might, it
doesn't make it true.

If you were questioning
someone from your office,

and let's say your favorite pen
went missing from your desk

and they were sitting there
with their arms crossed

tightly across their chest.

What would you think?

I don't know. They...
Maybe they were cold.

This juror is
acceptable, Your Honor.

And you, ma'am.

Same question.

I'm inclined to think it
means they took the pen,

or at least know
something about who did.

We'd like to thank and excuse
this juror, Your Honor.

You, sir.

Who knows? It could
mean a zillion things.

Juror number three
is acceptable.

Someone is being
interrogated by the police.

His mouth is dry, he
keeps asking for water,

his body keeps trembling.

What do you make of that?

Tough call without knowing who's
who, what they're in for.

At the very least, I
know he's nervous.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

Talk to me.

Could go either way. Try this.
Do a push/pull.

Suggest the answer
in the question.

See if that'll sway her.

I'm sorry.

I was asking you about someone
being questioned by the police

and you said that maybe
they were nervous.

Why would you say
they were nervous?

Maybe he's afraid he's
gonna get caught.

Or maybe they're afraid of
being railroaded by the police

for something they didn't do.

Sure. Maybe. I never
thought of that.

Maybe he has a
nervous condition.

Could be.

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

Ladies and gentlemen,
we have a jury.

Tell me we're ahead
of the curve.

MARISSA: Wish I could.

Based on what I'm hearing,

we'll end up with nine red
jurors and three green jurors.

Well, 25% of the way there.
I'll take it.

Prosecution's first
witness tomorrow

is Derrick's friend, Josh.

He's on our side. Who knows?

Maybe he'll win
us some converts.

Fingers crossed.

Everyone was in a good mood.

I mean, we were having fun.

You know, it was supposed
to be a celebration.

And did you see the defendant

approach the victim, Ms.
Richardson?

Sure.

Sure. We were all
watching and kind of

hoping they'd click.

I mean, from our vantage point,

it looked like they'd make
a pretty cute couple.

And then she joined
you at your table?

Yes.

Yes. And she was terrific.

You know, a lot of fun.
You know, full of life.

And he was a perfect gentleman.

: You can't let them
see your shame.

They won't understand it.
They'll think it's guilt.

MADDEN: Now, is it
still your testimony

that everyone was drinking,

and that in addition, there
were narcotics, hydrocodone?

Yes.

In fact, you were the one

who provided the drugs,
isn't that correct?

The hydrocodone.

Yes.

And I feel terrible about that.

Really?

Why?

Objection. Relevance?

Rephrase the question.

Sir, you just testified
that you felt terrible

about giving the
defendant drugs.

I'm simply asking why, why that
would make you feel terrible.

Objection. Compound.

Overruled. The witness
will answer the question.

I'm not sure I
understand what...

MADDEN: Do you feel
that if you hadn't

given the defendant drugs,

then maybe he wouldn't
have committed the murder?

Is that what you meant?

Objection! Assumes facts
that are not in evidence.

Leading the witness.
Your Honor, please.

The answer will stand.

But that's not what I said.

It's exactly what you said, sir.

You said you felt guilty about
giving your friend drugs.

Would you like the stenographer

to read the transcript
back to you?

Objection!

Withdrawn. I have
nothing further.

: Feels like we're dying here.
Tell me we still got a pulse.

MARISSA: Barely.

We just lost two of our
three green jurors.

It's 11 to one

in favor of conviction.

Hmm.

All right. Breakfast for dinner?

Ah. Eggs.

Oh. Hash browns.

You want something to drink?

Ah.

You know, I went over this a
hundred times in my head.

I don't know why
Josh's testimony

went off the rails like that.

Ah, we didn't get any
help from the judge.

I got to say, for a guy
with a corner office

and a gigantic paycheck,

old Josh was not terribly
light on his feet.

Fell right into the
A.D.A.'s trap,

and then did nothing
to get out of it.

I'm starting to think I've made
a monumental mistake here.

I picked a fight I can't win

and I've raised Derrick's
hopes a second time.

So, tomorrow morning, Detective
Bradley is first up.

Huh. Yeah.

I heard his testimony
nine years ago.

I'm not looking forward
to reliving it.

Well, you got to
give it to the guy.

He set out to do something
nearly impossible,

and he did it.

He got an innocent man to admit
to a murder he didn't commit,

and he did it legally.

It's no small feat.

That's really it in a
nutshell, isn't it?

That's what's killing us.

What do you mean?

Well, that's the leap
people have trouble making.

We all sit here and think,
"I'd never do that,

no matter how hungry, no matter
how thirsty. I'd never do that."

But the annals of law are filled

with men and women who
have done just that,

who said, "I did it,"
when they didn't.

Finish eating. We
got work to do.

So, the murder occurred on
the night of the seventh,

and you showed up to Mr.
Graham's workplace

the morning of the eighth.
That's correct.

So, I'm curious, in the
intervening nine hours,

when did you have a chance
to decide that Mr. Graham

was your number one suspect?

Objection. Assuming
facts not in evidence.

Detective Bradley has never
suggested that the defendant

was his number one suspect.

Well, he was.

JUDGE: Objection overruled.

Proceed, Mr. Colón.

So, again...

if you were first
notified about the murder

at 3:00 in the morning and visited Mr.
Graham's office

at 10:30 that same morning,
when was it you decided

that Mr. Graham was
likely responsible

for Ashley Richardson's murder?

As soon as I saw the tape.
And you're referring

to the surveillance tape
outside of the bar?

That's correct. And what was
it you saw on that tape?

I saw the defendant and the
victim leave the bar together

just as the bar was closing;
They were the last ones to go.

They walked away together,

and that's the last time anyone
saw Ashley Richardson alive.

But my client explained to
you when you interviewed him

that after he and the victim
left the bar together,

they stopped at the corner,
outside of the camera's view.

And then each went in
different directions.

Well, he can tell us
anything he likes.

That doesn't make it true.

Indeed, but that doesn't
make it false, either.

Objection. The defense attorney
is no longer asking questions,

but rather is making
pronouncements.

Objection sustained.

The jury will disregard the
defense counsel's pronouncement.

Okay. I apologize, Your Honor.
All right.

Let me come at this
a different way.

So, at whatever time it was that
you left the crime scene...

4:30 in the morning.
What did you do?

I went home. I got about
four hours of sleep.

All right, so that's about
8:30 in the morning.

And then what happened?

I went to the station house.
I saw the tape.

I went to Mr. Graham's
place of business.

You know the rest.

That it?

Let the record reflect

that the detective
answered with a shrug.

So... you didn't go to Mr.
Graham's apartment

to look for physical evidence?
Not at that point.

I mean, either corroborate
his alibi or to challenge it

by finding some proof that he
had raped and killed this girl?

Bloodied clothes, perhaps
a-a lobby camera

would establish what
time he returned home.

We found his DNA
on her clothing.

Because he kissed her,

as he explained when you
questioned him that morning.

Well, maybe he did
and maybe he didn't.

Maybe he just raped her,
beat her and strangled her.

Maybe.

But the point is, you'd have
no way of knowing that,

since it sounds like you spent
all of 45 minutes investigating

before you decided who
committed the crime.

Objection. Assumes
facts not in evidence.

He's right. I'm not sure
if it was 45 minutes.

Could've been less.

I love it when he
does that stuff.

We just got our two
green jurors back.

So it is back to nine
red and three green.

Excellent.

That at least gives us a
decent shot at a hung jury.

Let's see if we can't do better.

Isn't it true that you
questioned my client

for over eight hours without
the presence of a lawyer?

He was free to leave. Was he?

Didn't you and a
fellow detective

discourage him from leaving

by suggesting it
wouldn't look good?

It wouldn't look good.
Then why was it necessary

to keep him for
over eight hours?

Was he refusing to talk?

Not at all. Or were you just

not hearing what you
wanted to hear?

Objection! JUDGE: Overruled.

Isn't it true that my
client told you repeatedly

that he didn't commit the crime?

That it was only after
badgering him for eight hours

that he was finally persuaded

that he might've possibly
committed the crime

and not remembered it?

We're allowed to say
whatever it takes

to get a dangerous
guy off the street.

Memory is malleable.
Wouldn't you agree?

Especially in the face of an
experienced interrogator?

My job is to ask the questions
that get at the truth.

And to do that, you told a lie.

Again, we're allowed to
say whatever it takes.

Oh, man, you told a
whopper, didn't you?

You told my client that the
victim identified him,

wrote his name on
a piece of paper,

and she did nothing of the kind.

You arrived after the
victim was dead.

I did what I needed to do.

To do what? To get to the truth?

Or to get a confession at
any cost so you could say

you solved the case?

One last thing.

Isn't it true that
you and the A.D.A.

bribed my client's cell mate
to come here and to claim

my client confessed to him?

A reduced sentence
is not a bribe.

Oh, that's quite a
system you have here.

You-you lie to suspects,
you bribe witnesses...

Objection!

Sustained. You are
perilously close

to contempt, Mr. Colón.

My apologies, Your Honor.

There's only a man's
life at stake.

No further questions.

Give me a number.

I am looking at ten green.

I love that number.

We're listening.

Your client pleads guilty,
and I'll recommend

his sentence be reduced
to time served.

I don't understand.

I don't have to go
back to prison?

Well...

we'll have to go back
to the courtroom

and tell the judge that you want
to change your plea to guilty.

So I'd have to tell them
that I murdered Ashley.

Derrick, listen to me.

I know what you're thinking, I
know what you're bumping on.

Let me explain.

We are sitting in this
room because that man

is no longer convinced

that this is a sure thing.

In fact, I'm fairly
certain he believes

this is anything
but a sure thing.

Unfortunately, the same
is true for our side.

Now, I can't look you in the eye

and tell you that all 12
jurors are gonna let you walk.

I can promise you that a
majority will vote that way,

but that brings
us to a mistrial.

And that means we have to go
through all of this again,

and we might get a
different set of cards.

It's a big gamble.

If you take this
deal, it's over.

And you've already spent
your last night in prison.

It's only a good
deal if you did it.

Then you're getting
away with something.

Then you're getting
something for nothing,

but, Dr. Bull, I didn't do it.

I'm not pleading guilty
to something I didn't do.

Today's your lucky day.

I want to take my
chances with the jury.

Derrick, please don't do this.

You never know what
the jury's gonna do.

This is a bird in the hand.

I don't want a bird.
I want my name back.

Even Josh,

my best friend Josh, you
heard him up on the stand.

He tried to hide it,
but I could tell.

Even he thinks I'm guilty.

We appreciate the
offer, Counselor.

But our client would like to
see this through to the end.

Is he here yet?

He's in your office.
Just like you asked.

Did you get him dinner?

I did. Is he eating it?

He was when I left him.

Did you get that
information I asked for?

I certainly did.

Now, would you mind telling
us what's going on?

Well, what do we have here?

Well, we're really in
Cable country here,

but... I was able to
get proof positive

that on the day of the murder,

Josh used his credit
card to buy a MetroCard

for use on the city
subways and buses.

And did he swipe the card?

Yes, he did, um, at the
City Hall subway station

three blocks away from
the murder at 2:51 a.m.

Huh. Well, it's not enough
to get an arrest warrant

or the charges against
Derrick dropped, but...

Wha What makes you think...

It was something Derrick
said in court to me today.

He said he could tell when
Josh was on the stand

that he thought
Derrick was guilty.

And it made me start to think:

What did I sense when Josh
was on the stand, and...

it wasn't that at all.

It was something very different.

Just a hunch. See where it goes.

Ah.

Thank you for coming.

I see Marissa took care of you.

Of course, of course.
It sounded urgent.

You guys have a new
suspect or something?

Well, kinda, sorta.

Fun fact: Did you know that
when you buy a MetroCard

with a credit card,
it's traceable?

Okay. That doesn't surprise me.

I would imagine anything
you buy with a credit card

is probably traceable.

Well, it turns out, a lot
of people used MetroCards

to go to and from the bar the
night that Ashley was killed.

Again, I can't say
that surprises me.

I'm sorry, I don't
mean to be rude,

but what are we doing
here at 8:00 at night?

Where are you going
with all this?

You used the subway that night.

Okay. If you say so.

You swiped your
card at a station

not far from either
the bar or the park.

And not at 2:00 a.m., right
after the bar closed,

but closer to 3:00 a.m., just
after Ashley was killed.

Is this how my friend repays me

for taking the stand
twice in his defense?

He sends his...

Sorry, what are you, anyway?

Not quite lawyer,

to throw a Hail Mary
at the last minute

because the trial
isn't going his way?

I got real lawyers, Doctor.

And you'll be hearing from them
first thing in the morning.

Well, here's the thing.

We resubmitted Ashley's scarf

to the lab for more
sophisticated DNA testing,

and, uh, well, guess
what we found.

Your skin cells, your DNA,

they were both on
Ashley's scarf.

No, they weren't.

Where would they get my DNA?

I've never been arrested.

Don't be naive.

You know those drug tests
and security clearances

the SEC puts you
through every year?

So you can move all
that money around

and make rich
people even richer?

Where do you think
those lab results go?

I'm calling my lawyer.

Do what you want.

I'm just trying to help
you get ahead of this.

I'm not a police officer, but
I am gonna have to turn over

all the information I have to A.D.A.
Madden.

And I'd love to tell him that
you have been cooperating

and you're willing to tell
your story, and see if I can't

get the powers that
be to cut you a deal.

Maybe knock your sentence
down from life to 25 years.

Or...

call your lawyer.

He or she will go in both guns
blazing, and I promise you,

you'll pay full price.

Life in prison. No discount.

And it won't be fun.

Bad as it was for Derrick,
it'll be even worse for you.

Everyone...

will know that you're the guy

who let him rot in a prison
cell while you were sitting

in what should have been his
corner office, making millions.

Think about it.

I'll be here all night.

Tell me something good.

Well, the expedited
test results are back.

The DNA on the food Josh
ate last night matches

the DNA on the scarf.

Thank goodness, 'cause
he just confessed

to the A.D.A. in his office.

Wait a second.

You got him to admit
to the murder

before you had the DNA results?

I may not have been entirely
clear with him about that.

Darn. I hope he didn't
misunderstand me.

I understand you have a motion, Mr.
Madden?

MADDEN: Your Honor,

due to recently
uncovered evidence,

the people move to dismiss
the charge of murder

against Mr. Derrick Graham.

Is that acceptable
to the defense?

No, Your Honor. A
dismissal is not enough.

My client is seeking
complete vindication.

We are asking the court to
enter a finding of not guilty.

No objection.

Then I'm finding the
defendant not guilty

and ordering that he be released
from custody forthwith.

Court is adjourned.

Thank you.

You saved my life.

No.

I failed you, and you
gave me a second chance.

Thank you.

CHUNK: Uh, gentlemen.

Excuse me.

Mr. Graham, I realize this
is an awkward moment,

but this woman says that
you stole her dessert.

Pretty much every night.

Sis.

: Connie.

You found his sister.

We do what we can.

Oh, shoot.

It's my daughter.
I just missed it.

Did she leave a message? Yeah.

Excuse me.

ANNA: Hi, Uncle Chunk.

Uh, Dad.

Um, I'm excited about
coming to New York,

excited about seeing you.

And also scared and worried.

I know it makes no sense.

I keep having this dream
that I'll get to the airport

and you won't be there.

Crazy, right?

I guess also I'm a
little mad at you.

17 years is a long time to
wait to meet your father.

Lots of birthdays and
Christmases to miss.

It's kind of a shame.

Anyway, I'll see you next week.

Love you, Dad.

♫

♫ Shame.

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