Bull (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 22 - Death Sentence - full transcript

Previously on Bull...

When we hear that one of our
federal employees and his family

have been a victim of arson, rape
and murder, we like to stick our nose in.

You, silver Explorer.

They haven't mentioned it in the
news reports, but Elliott is mute.

The government
wants to execute you

and I would like to make
sure that doesn't happen.

I think that you're in the
middle of some kind of crisis.

Getting arrested,
drinking too much,

taking a death penalty case 'cause
a guy gave you a handkerchief.

- I haven't had a drink in 33 hours.
- Seems like you're coming apart.



- I'm fine.
- You know what? You're not.

Izzy's getting remarried.

Oh, my goodness. Can
I tell you something?

I don't think you're
good alone, Jason.

Professor Jameson,
you failed me.

Is it just that I work
for a trial scientist?

- I know he's innocent.
- No, you don't.

- Did you do it?
- You think he's innocent.

That's not the same thing,

and, more importantly, you don't
know how to prove he's innocent.

Sorry to let everybody down,
but I think I need a drink.

Hey, Izzy. There's a
guy at the door for you.

Don't do this.

No.



Don't you do this.

You can't just show up here at the
last minute and just expect me to...

♪ ...slowly out of my mind

- ♪ Kiss me - ♪ Kiss me

- ♪ Kiss me - ♪ Kiss me

♪ And when you do

- ♪ I know that you
will miss me - ♪ Miss me

- ♪ Miss me - ♪ Miss me

♪ If we ever say adieu

♪ So kiss me

♪ Kiss me

♪ Make me tell you
I'm in love with you

- ♪ Kiss me - ♪ Kiss me

♪ Kiss me...

You were right.

I'm no good alone.

- ♪ Miss me - ♪ Miss me

♪ If we ever say adieu... ♪

It is 6:45 in the morning,

time for all good trial
scientists to get up and at 'em

so they can hear the
verdict read this morning.

Oh.

Thank you.

I... I have no
recollection of calling you

and asking you to
bring me a new suit.

It was at 3:17 this morning.
I remember it vividly.

Ah-ha. Here's the thing.

I know I've let you down.

Some of the things, the behavioral
things we discussed, things I did...

I actually did get a handle on
'em there for a couple of days.

I'm sorry, Marissa.

Will the defendant please rise?

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We the jury find the
defendant, Elliot Miles...

guilty on two counts
of capital murder.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

When I was in college,
I had to take Psych 100.

And one day the professor started
to teach us about codependency.

And I was just amazed.

I mean, I was
adopted, and, frankly,

I had never depended on anybody
for anything in my whole life,

so the idea that I could be
codependent sounded... fabulous.

That someone could
derive their happiness

by being consumed with mine,

that sounded like nirvana.

It never occurred to me that I
would be the one being consumed

with someone else's happiness.

Where the hell is
everybody? It's a Tuesday.

I gave everybody
a couple of days off.

I couldn't stand the way
they were looking at me.

Sounds like a fun place to work.

FBI got a package in the mail,
potentially exculpatory evidence.

I thought I'd share it
with you personally.

Matt Johnson's class ring.

Engraved with his
initials and everything.

Must have come
from the crime scene.

Came with a gift card.
"You got the wrong guy."

Well, maybe you did,
get the wrong guy I mean.

Let's not get carried away here.

- Elliot could have sent it himself.
- From jail?

He could have had anybody do it,
knowing it would disrupt the case.

A last-ditch effort
to save his own life.

Here's a crazy thought.

The person who sent this to
you knows who the real killer is

and doesn't wanna see an innocent
man die for something he didn't do.

Actually, I'd like to
talk with your client,

maybe even discuss
a possible deal.

Frankly, we believe this ring came
from someone tied to you, an accomplice,

and I'm very interested in seeing
that person brought to justice,

which is why I'm prepared
to offer you a deal.

You give me that person's name

and I will once again offer to
take the death penalty off the table,

guarantee you life in prison.

"There is no name. I
didn't kill those people."

- Do you want the deal, Elliot?
- How can he take the deal?

He doesn't have a name to offer.

Who keeps a ring like that,

a piece of evidence, leads
directly back to the victim,

has his name inscribed
on it, for God's sakes?

It's reckless, the kind of
thing that gets you caught.

I don't know.

What if it was a souvenir?

What do you mean?

What if it was all
planned from the start?

You rape, you kill, you set a
fire, you take some trophies.

What if we should be
looking for a methodical,

premeditating, calculating
killer... a serial killer?

What if he knew exactly
how to set the fire,

exactly how to
restrain the victims?

And the ring showing up now...

what if that's not an accident?

What if none of this ever was?

And whoever it was took it as
a memento, a kind of keepsake.

Exactly. A trophy
from one of his kills.

And that is why he was wearing
it the night he sold Elliot the car,

flaunting it.

You think this was part of a pattern.
You think this person killed before.

I do, and will almost
surely kill again.

There's just one thing
that doesn't add up.

Why steal the car?
It's a sloppy move.

And it doesn't fit the methodical,
meticulous psychopath mentality.

Yeah, she's right.

The car is the most traceable
piece of evidence back to the victims.

Well, hey, it got
our guy caught.

I don't know the answer,
but there's gotta be a reason.

OK, so I'm confused.
What is it we're doing?

Where are we supposed
to put our energies?

Are we mounting a
defense for the penalty phase

of a trial which starts
the day after tomorrow?

Or are we launching an
investigation to find a serial killer?

Both.

Morning.

I need to prepare
you for what's to come.

Tomorrow you are
gonna walk into a room

full of people who've already
made up their minds about you.

I know it makes no sense,

but I need you to show remorse
for something you did not do.

Look at me. Look. Look at me.

We have one goal and one goal
only, and that is to avoid your execution.

The truth is that we may be dealing
with this verdict for years to come,

but it's gonna be
a hell of a lot easier

if we don't have the ticking
clock of a death sentence.

How do they do what?

Kill you.

Poor kid. His record
is absolutely clean.

Never been arrested. Never
had a problem with authorities.

Not so much as a
ticket for jaywalking.

Anything I can do?
Feeling kind of useless.

Useless? Marissa, you
are the key to everything.

Shouldn't you be running some
focus groups with our mirror jurors?

It's a nice thought.

Only problem is the algorithm we use
isn't set up for penalty phase hearings.

- Really? Why not?
- Well, think about it.

A typical trial is
all about jurors

gauging guilt or innocence,
weighing the facts.

But this trial, it's
all about emotion,

if they sympathize with
Elliot enough to spare his life.

And I have no way to measure
that. The algorithm won't translate.

- Mrs. O'Neil?
- Yes?

I'm Danny James. I'm a member
of Elliot Miles' defense team.

OK, so what can I do
for you? The trial is over.

They found the man
you're working for guilty.

Right now we're working on
the penalty phase of the trial.

Wondered if I could ask
you a few more questions,

just to make sure we
have everything right.

OK, but I don't get that.

Do you have any ID,
any kind of credentials?

Yeah.

Hold on.

- Do you always wear glasses?
- Bifocals.

I'm supposed to. Don't
tell my optometrist.

Do you happen to remember,

the night of the murder,
were you wearing them then?

Mrs. O'Neil, you said you saw Elliot
Miles's face clearly enough to ID him.

Yes, I did.

I saw him coming out
of the Johnsons' house.

He looked right at me. He was limping.
He got in their car and drove away.

Limping? Actually, during the trial,
you said he was running out the door.

Yes, OK, it was
a figure of speech.

He was moving fast,
as fast as he could,

but there was something
wrong with his leg,

like he was injured
or something.

But you didn't mention
that on the stand.

Well, nobody asked.

Dr. Bull?

I need to talk to you
about Molly O'Neil.

- What about her?
- I went and interviewed her yesterday.

Just grasping at straws. And the
thing is, she was wearing glasses.

Glasses that she
didn't have on in court.

And she confessed to me
that she didn't have them on

when she supposedly
saw Elliot either.

Not earth-shattering,
but certainly interesting.

Wait. It gets better.

I think I know why the killer
had to steal the car that night.

Molly told me that when she
saw the killer, he was limping.

Wait a second. Elliot
mentioned that too.

- Maybe our killer was injured.
- But injured how?

I don't know. Maybe
he fell down the stairs.

Maybe he got in a fight with
the husband. Who cares?

- The point is...
- It was never part of the plan.

Today's gonna be hard.

Friends and family of the
Johnsons are gonna get up

and talk about the devastation
this has caused to their lives.

You remember how we talked
about the appearance of remorse?

This is what I
was talking about.

Please.

Oh, Chunk, hey, I need
your help with something.

Just lined up a new witness,
an expert in criminology.

Guy's testified in
dozens of murder trials.

Run him through his paces, make
sure he sticks to what's relevant.

All right, let me at him.

Fair warning: he's very resistant
to the idea of being prepped at all.

OK. When's he coming in?

He's not. He won't.

He only agreed to sit down for a couple
of hours on the day of his testimony.

I'll arrange for you to do it in
there, OK? Gotta get to court.

All right. Good luck.

My very first memory is of my
mother putting a Band-Aid on my elbow.

I don't remember how I hurt it.

All I remember is that when she
kissed it, the pain disappeared.

The pain you've caused
me will never disappear.

When you killed my
parents, you broke my heart.

My dad taught me how to make
lasagna and how to throw a football.

He would let me paint his
nails with sparkly polish.

And I'll never be
able to do that again.

I wish I had more than just
these memories, but I don't.

When you did what you did,
when you burned down our house,

you took everything, every
picture, every birthday present,

every single thing
that tied me to them.

I'm afraid to fall
asleep at night,

'cause all I ever dream about is
my mom and dad burning in that fire.

My parents taught me that
everyone deserves love and kindness.

Do you deserve my
love and kindness?

I don't think you do.

- What am I looking at?
- It's a receipt for cigarettes.

The police found it in the
back of the Johnsons' car.

Turns out it's from a store that
Amy Johnson, one of the victims,

shopped at on the day she died.

Probably why everyone
overlooked it in the first place.

What do you mean?
Overlooked it how?

- You OK?
- Yeah, my hand fell asleep.

Whole damn arm, actually.

- Doesn't your arm ever fall asleep?
- No.

You were saying?

Well, the receipt can't
belong to any of the victims.

Autopsy says neither Amy
nor her husband smoked.

And because of his disability,
neither does Elliot, so it can't be his.

Wait a second.

So you're thinking the
killer bought these cigarettes

and then accidentally dropped the
receipt in the car when he stole it.

We know from the debris in the kitchen
that Amy went to the store that day.

It's a block and a
half from her house.

What if she walked to the store

and the killer saw her there
and followed her home on foot?

There's a time
stamp on the receipt.

If the store has security cameras,
maybe we use it to check the footage?

This is great. This is...

Get this to Danny.

And see if you can get everybody
in here before I go to court.

Your identity is clearly
wrapped up in your work,

which means that it's inherently
wrapped up in the man you work for.

I mean, basically,
what you're telling me

is that you can't
be you without him.

Oh, I don't know.
He leads a messy life.

Someone has to help clean up.

Marissa Morgan, you like it.

I think I've been playing
this whole thing all wrong.

We keep thinking we have
to respect the jury's decision.

Well, we don't, and
we're not going to.

You think it's hard sending a
guilty man to the electric chair?

Try sending an innocent one.

From now on, our
job in that courtroom

is to make every single one of
those jurors doubt themselves,

make them...
regret their decision,

make them realize
Elliot is an innocent man.

Well, how?

The judge isn't gonna let us
just call witnesses to the stand

so we can
readjudicate Elliot's guilt.

Well, the witnesses will all
be there for legitimate reasons,

but they may say some things
that cast doubt on the verdict.

Isn't the prosecutor
just going to object?

Then we withdraw the question,

hopefully after the witness
has given his or her answer.

It's worth a try.

We know from our research
that any information the jury hears,

they take it into consideration,

regardless of the judge's
rulings on relevance.

Well, the criminologist I'm prepping
has already been deemed relevant.

Maybe I can get him
to skew his testimony

toward the idea that the crime
fits the profile of a psychopath.

I'd love to get that neighbor
back on the stand, have her testify

that she wasn't wearing her
glasses, that the man had a limp.

That's a great idea. We should
all get down to the courthouse.

Chunk, your criminologist is up
first. You won't have much time.

Yep, I'm on it.

This must be some kind of joke.

- Professor Jameson?
- Mr. Palmer.

I should have known that your company
would somehow be involved in this.

Professor Jameson, look,

I'm sure the thought of working
with me is highly unsettling to you,

and, I cannot lie, the idea of
spending my next half hour with you

is not setting
my heart aflutter.

But the truth is, you're
getting paid and so am I.

And, more importantly, your testimony
is crucial to our case and to our client.

Well... you're right
about one thing.

I am getting paid.

But I can't imagine what you're
gonna tell me that I don't already know.

You talk down to people, sir,

and you can't do that to this
jury or you're going to lose them.

So I need you to watch
them, read their cues.

If they're fidgety,
you're boring them.

On the other hand,
if they're leaning in,

they're excited, they want more.

We're talking about a
court of law, Mr. Palmer.

It's not about how much they
like me. It's about my expertise.

It's about what I
know that they don't.

No, it's not about you
at all. It's about them.

I need you to take them on
a journey with your testimony.

- I need you to tell them a story.
- Hmm.

Based on your read of the
evidence, describe our killer.

Clearly he's an individual
with a personality disorder

characterized by persistent
antisocial behavior,

impaired empathy,
impaired remorse,

as well as bold disinhibited
and egotistic traits.

Are you serious?

Why not just use the
word "psychopath"?

If you use the word "psychopath,"
you will have that jury's attention.

Trust me, I already
have the jury's attention,

so much so that the people
paying you requested me.

Yeah? Well, they told me
I needed to work with you.

- Say "psychopath."
- I will not.

Well, you should.

The fact is, you may be an expert
in your field, Professor Jameson,

but I am an expert in
mine, and you need me.

Dr. Jameson, what
was your first reaction

when you heard about the
murders of Amy and Matt Johnson

and the apprehension
of Elliot Miles?

I was perplexed.

The assistant US attorney
has characterized it

as a crime of opportunity,

a theory that I
strongly disagree with.

There are very clear indications that
signal it was not a crime of opportunity

but rather a crime that was committed
in a methodical and purposeful way.

In fact, the entire
pathology of the crime

speaks to a very
different type of criminal.

And what kind of
criminal would that be?

A psychopath.

Let me tell you a story.

A man walks into a
small, suburban house

with the sole purpose
of sexually assaulting

a woman who is home
alone, unpacking her groceries.

Objection. We're not here to
listen to the professor's interpretation

of facts we've
already adjudicated.

I'm trusting that this is
going to lead us to a place

that will be of
use to the jurors

as they contemplate the
defendant's punishment.

- You have my word, Your Honor.
- You may proceed.

The husband interrupts.
The perpetrator panics.

He kills them both. Or so
they would have you believe.

But if this was a decision
that was made in haste,

where did he get the
rope to restrain his victims?

And where did he get the
accelerant to start the fire?

When psychopaths
commit a homicide,

the killings are planned,
purposeful and organized,

just like this one here was.

Your Honor, what's
the point of all this?

Is the defense going
to ask a question?

I'd be happy to, Your Honor.

Is there any other evidence
that points to a psychopath?

Indeed, and I'm not sure
the jury is aware of this,

but there was a
ring sent to the FBI.

It was Matt Johnson's ring,

his class ring, and it's been
missing since the murders.

Objection. Witness is referring to
evidence that has not been presented

because it has been
deemed irrelevant.

By whom? It's evidence.

Denying it exists does a
disservice to the jury, my client

and the entire
system of justice.

Gentlemen. Mr. Colón,
you are on thin ice here.

May I rephrase?

The ring was not expensive, so
it wasn't stolen to be sold later.

So why did the
killer take a useless,

easily identifiable
piece of memorabilia?

- He wanted a trophy.
- A trophy?

A souvenir. It represents the
killer's power over his victims.

It helps him to preserve the
memory, the excitement of the kill.

Dahmer did it. Bundy,
Gacy, they did it too.

So, just to be clear,

are you saying that my client,
Elliot Miles, is a psychopath?

Not in the slightest.

I'm...

I'm sorry. I'm... I'm confused.

Didn't you just say the crime
was committed by a psychopath?

It was.

But I've been through
Mr. Miles' psychological history,

and he exhibits zero
signs of psychopathy.

He has healthy
emotional attachments,

no signs of psychological
distancing or manipulation.

In fact, it is my
professional opinion

that Mr. Miles is
psychologically incapable

of having committed this crime.

Objection. What
are we doing here?

This man was clearly brought in

to relitigate the defendant's
guilt or innocence.

I was just stating my
professional opinion, Your Honor.

Mr. Colón, you made
this court a promise.

And I believe with all
my heart that I kept it.

In any event, I have no further
questions for the witness, Your Honor.

I have just one
question, Doctor.

After committing the murders,
the killer stole the couples' car.

That seems like an incredibly
sloppy and uncalculated move,

something not at all in line with
the behavior of a psychopath.

Can you give the jury
a way to reconcile that?

Well, you're right.

That only makes sense
if it was out of necessity.

I don't understand.

Perhaps the killer was injured
in the commission of the crime.

Perhaps there was an altercation,
maybe with the husband.

Perhaps? Maybe?

Well, perhaps you haven't heard,

but we're not in the business of
suppositions, or maybe you just forgot,

but here in a court of law, what
jurors want are facts, not guesses.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

So, Danny got
the security footage

from the store where the
cigarettes were purchased,

and based off of the time stamp
on the receipts, this is our guy.

That's him.

That's our killer.

He does exist.

Cable, can we get this
image a little clearer?

Definitely gonna run it through
facial recognition software.

And what are the chances
it'll actually find a match?

Probably narrow it down to a
few hundred possible suspects.

That's it? That's
the best we can do?

No, that's just the first step.

Cable and I, you and Marissa,
we'll parse the list, narrow it down

to who could have physically
been at that location at that time.

With any luck, that'll get us
down to maybe low double digits.

Good.

In the meantime,
let's find this guy.

Dear Bull.

I apologize for not discussing
this with you face to face,

but I just can't do it.

I've been seeing a psychiatrist
for the last little while,

trying to figure out why
I'm not happier than I am.

There are, of course, a
hundred answers to that question,

but clearly one of them is that
I've had the terrible ill fortune

to have found myself
working for someone

I adore more than
words can describe

at an enterprise that
gives me more satisfaction

than anyone has
a right to expect.

Sadly, I have come to realize that I
am so consumed with you and TAC

that there is very little me left
for the rest that life has to offer.

I am therefore
tendering my resignation.

I hope you'll accept it, knowing
that it is being offered reluctantly,

that I am actually sure
of very little except this.

You have changed my life,

and the memory of working with you
is something I will always carry with me.

You're an amazing
man, Jason Bull,

and if I am tough on you, it is only
because I hold you in such high regard

that I cannot bear to see you be
less than I know you are capable of.

Thanks for being alive. Marissa.

P.S. I am happy to leave at whatever
time or date works best for you.

- Excuse me.
- Oh!

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to frighten you.

I'm looking for Chunk Palmer.

Uh, it's barely 7:30 in the morning
and he's on his way to court.

I have a seminar to get to. Could
you give Mr. Palmer a message for me?

Certainly.

Tell him that Professor
Jameson learned a lot yesterday,

and if he's willing, I would love for
him to come and lecture to my class

about trial science sometime.

- I'd be happy to give him the message.
- Thank you.

Your Honor, the defense would
like to call Molly O'Neil to the stand.

Objection. Relevance?

Mrs. O'Neil testified that
she observed the killer

in the immediate
aftermath of the murder.

I would think that her
impressions of that man

would be highly relevant
to a group of people

trying to decide whether or
not to put someone to death.

Your Honor, this is yet
another thinly veiled attempt

to offer irrelevant and
unduly prejudicial evidence.

I mean, first the
criminologist and now this?

- This is an obvious attempt...
- Come on, Benny.

To relitigate this case.

- We have no such intention.
- Mr. Colón.

I have given you a lot of latitude,
but this is where I draw the line.

Your behavior is disrespectful
of the jury's decision to convict.

I'm denying your
request to call Mrs. O'Neil.

I'm also holding you in
contempt and fining you $5,000,

and if you try to pull
something like this again,

you can spend the remainder
of this trial in the lockup.

Yes, Your Honor. I
apologize, Your Honor.

Facial recognition came
back with 172 matches

for the guy in the video
buying those cigarettes.

All these guys live
in the tristate area.

Marissa, Danny and I then
narrowed down the 172 men to eight.

Ladies and gentleman,
meet our suspects.

It's like The Bachelorette,
except these guys might be killers.

It's just a question of how
we turn these eight into one.

And how were you
able to determine

that all eight of these men
were near the crime scene?

I got their approximate
locations at the time of the fire

from cellphone towers.

All these guys were close
enough to the Johnsons' house

to have theoretically
committed the crime.

OK. Let's winnow.

We're looking for
someone with detachment,

an emotional distance
from those around him.

That's you.

So someone with
very few friends.

I mean, look at these profiles,
Bull. They all have friends.

Yes... and no.

Psychopaths can be
superficially charming.

Even those closest to 'em may
not know their relationship is...

isn't built on any real feeling.

Here, look at this guy.

Psychopaths tend to
be internet trolls, bullies.

Well, four of these
guys fit that bill.

All right, let's get
rid of the others.

I'm looking for a grandiose
sense of self-importance.

Psychopaths feel they're
not just better than others.

They're more
important than others.

Their lives are worth
more than others.

Other people are
like cockroaches,

waiting to be stepped
on, tortured or killed.

Look at these two.

They both have a
tsunami of selfies.

Dozens of 'em.

No one else in the photo.

No one else in the world.

It's one of these two.
Any criminal record?

Uh, John Fuller had a drunk
driving offense six years back.

Wayne Norton has
several juvenile arrests,

all stemming from
aggressive behavior in school.

This is 20 years old.
Playground incident at school.

Wayne was 11. It's from
a social worker's report.

"He broke the other child's arm.
They were out on the playground."

"Teacher had only
looked away for a minute."

"I am concerned because
Wayne does not seem to feel badly

about what he did."

"When I asked him about
it, he shrugged it off."

"He wasn't scared
or nervous or guilty."

"Wayne just stared at the
other child while he cried."

- Kind of textbook, isn't it?
- Classic detachment.

I think we found our man.

- What are you smiling at?
- No, no, I'm not smiling.

I'm just... having a
flashback. A good one.

So you really think
this is our guy?

889. Do we know the street?

Sure do. Brisk Street.

- OK.
- So what happens now?

Well, I can get this information
to the FBI, have them jump on it.

It's 7:30 at night. Nobody's
jumping on anything.

Can't even call the
police. We have no proof.

And tomorrow Elliot takes the
stand in his own defense, and then...

- My car out front?
- Should be.

All right. Well, there's nothing
more to be done tonight.

To be continued.

Nice work, Danny,
Cable, Marissa, Chunk.

Bravo. I'll see you tomorrow.

Night.

This Wayne Norton's house?

Can I help you?

Perhaps. Are you Mrs.
Norton? Is your husband home?

No. He's working.

Who are you?

You don't know me.

I have a hunch about you.

I think maybe you've been worried
about your husband for a long time.

I think maybe you found something
that confirmed your worst fears.

I think you put it
in a box, sent it off

in hopes that maybe
someone would understand.

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

I think you do.

Get off my property
before I call the police.

No, you won't.

If you were willing to do that, you
would have already done it by now.

You know, someone else
is gonna die for his crime,

and that's gonna up
the body count by one,

except this time
it'll be your fault.

You need to turn him in.

They'll make sure you're safe.

They'll make sure that he never
hurts you or anyone else ever again.

Get off my property.

That's for when you
change your mind.

Elliot, I know you're angry,
and you have every right to be.

Now is your chance to
tell your side of the story.

No one's gonna be questioning
you, not me or the prosecutor.

Just you and your interpreter

telling the jury why they
should spare your life.

He wants to know
where Dr. Bull is.

I don't know where
Dr. Bull is. I wish I knew.

I'm hoping, I'm guessing,
that he's still on his way,

but no matter where he is,

he'd want you to give what you're
about to do some serious thought.

I'm going to tell
them that I didn't do it.

I'm going to tell
them they're fools

and that God will remember
what they did today.

Trust me, please, you
don't wanna do that.

You wanna ask them for mercy.

You wanna ask
them to spare your life.

Mr. Miles, do you have
something to say to this jury or not?

I didn't do it.

Order in the court. Please allow
the witness to speak his mind.

Order in the court.

Over there.

We'd like to call for a
brief recess, Your Honor.

Who would like to
call for a brief recess?

I. The... The defense would like to
call for a brief recess, Your Honor.

But your client is in
the middle of testifying.

Please, Your Honor. A
man's life is at stake here.

I will allow a five-minute
recess, not a minute more.

- Obj...
- Stay in your seat, Counselor.

Don't object. My
name is Agent Kincaid.

I'm with the Federal
Bureau of Investigation.

Dr. Bull brought a woman
to our offices last night.

She wanted to talk about
this case, about her husband.

- Excuse me?
- She brought a box with her.

Another ring, a
bracelet, a Jewish star.

She said he referred to
those things as his mementos.

What the hell is going on here?

I won't bore you with all the
details, but at 6:30 this morning,

the FBI picked up Wayne
Norton for questioning,

and ten minutes into
interrogation, he confessed.

Your Honor, if I might ask,
with the approval of the defense,

that this hearing resume
so I could address the court?

Yes, uh, Your Honor. The
defense has no objection.

Gentlemen, I am determined to
bring these proceedings to a close

and allow this
jury to do its job.

With that sole admonition,
court is back in session.

Yes, Counselor.

In light of new evidence
brought to my attention by the FBI,

the government would
like to make a motion

to set aside the verdict
against Elliot Miles.

♪ Hold me, hold me

♪ Never let me go
until you've told me

♪ Told me what I want to know...

You OK? 'Cause
you're white as a ghost.

I'm great, man.

I just need some air,
maybe some sleep.

Tell Marissa I might
not be in today.

And tell everybody thank you.

They did this. And
nice work, Counselor.

- ♪ Will be - ♪ Will be

- ♪ Will be - ♪ Will be

♪ Hiding lovers just
the same as we'll be

♪ We'll be

♪ When you make
me tell you I love you

♪ They told me

♪ Be sensible with your new love

♪ Don't be fooled

♪ Thinking this
is the last you'll find

♪ But they never stood
in the dark with you, love

♪ When you take me in your arms

♪ And drive me
slowly out of my mind

- ♪ Kiss me - ♪ Kiss me

- ♪ Kiss me - ♪ Kiss me

♪ And when you do I
know that you will miss me

- ♪ Miss me - ♪ Miss me

- ♪ Miss me - ♪
If we ever say adieu

♪ So kiss me, kiss
me Make me tell you...

Hi. 911?

Yes, I'll hold.

What are you doing?
You taking a nap?

Jeremy! Jeremy. Leave
the strange man alone.

Hi. Uh, I think I
need an ambulance.

I think I'm having
a heart attack.

Uh, I'm at the
federal courthouse.

Right outside, yeah.

I promise you'll see me.

Absolutely, yes. I'm
not going anyplace.

♪ Never, never, never let me go

♪ Thrill me, thrill me

♪ Never, never,
never let me go ♪