Bull (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Play the Hand You're Dealt - full transcript
Bull navigates the unfamiliar rules of a Native American tribal court when his college roommate is accused of committing murder on his reservation. Also, Bull meets Marissa's new boyfriend, Kyle (Gary Wilmes).
[♪ THE O'JAYS: FOR
THE LOVE OF MONEY]
No, you're fine, Koi. I'm
not staying. My shift's over.
- Any action in the parking lots?
- Not since you left for dinner.
Maybe it's the new cameras. Maybe
it's the regular patrols we added.
Or maybe I'm just
incredibly persuasive.
Oh, before you go.
Your buddy Mack's been playing poker
and drinking for seven hours straight.
He's smashed again, getting loud.
Customers are starting to complain.
Wasn't sure how you
wanted me to handle it.
Yes! Whoo!
[LAUGHS]
Come on. Wow. Talk
about bad sportsmanship.
Just 'cause, I mean, I won $17,000
that used to belong to all of you, um...
Hey, Mack. I
think it's time to go.
Hey, everybody, hide your
endorphins. The fun police are here.
Looks like you've
had quite a ride.
How about you leave now
and go out on top, hmm?
You're drunk, Mack.
I need you to go.
Don't do this to me, man.
This is my day. This is my table.
I've been waiting seven
months for this day and this table.
Sorry. Time to step away.
- Door's that way.
- Can I at least cash in my chips?
How about we wait until another
time when you're feeling better?
All right.
Grab him.
- Come on, get up.
- You're done. You're done, Mack!
You're banned! Now you're
never welcome in this casino again!
And get a lawyer.
I'm pressing charges.
You post his picture, make
sure he doesn't get back in.
Yes, sir.
[GUNSHOT]
BULL: Be nice. Don't judge.
Be nice. Don't judge.
Be nice. Don't judge.
Whoever he is, he's wonderful.
Whoever he is, he's wonderful.
Whoever he is, he's wonderful.
Please, this way.
BULL: When in doubt, smile.
When in doubt, smile.
When in doubt, smile.
Bull.
BULL: It's only two hours.
It's only two hours.
It's only two hours.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
BULL: Wonder if
that's his real hair.
Let me see that wedding
finger. Hmm. No ring.
No indent of the finger flesh.
- Maybe he's actually single.
- [CLEARS THROAT] True story.
No, it isn't. You just
cleared your throat.
Pretty good indicator
that you're about to lie.
When Marissa and I met and we
were comparing histories, back stories,
and she told me she worked
for Homeland Security,
I was convinced it
was the name of a bank.
- I'm sorry. I still don't believe that.
- Good. Neither do I.
- But it is a good story.
- It made you smile.
It still makes me smile.
The only reason I am here,
my dear, is to make you smile.
Oh, my God. I'm gonna throw up.
- So how'd you two meet?
- [CLEARS THROAT] The strangest thing.
I was in my apartment and
she just knocked on the door.
- Did you know women do that?
- That is not what happened.
I was sitting at the bar at
this place I always go to,
just to catch a bite after work,
and Kyle was sitting right next to me.
- Oh, you did notice?
- Course I noticed.
This is the first time
she's admitted it.
She's always maintained
she never noticed I was there.
Kill me now. It's like
they're married already.
Anyway, when he got up to leave,
I realized that he left his
wallet there on the bar,
so I didn't know
what to do at first,
but then the old Homeland
Security training kicked in.
Looked in the wallet, realized
he lived around the corner.
So you knocked on his door.
Don't ask how long she stayed.
I hate this guy.
We've done projects
on every continent.
I mean, the good news is, you know,
every single day, people are being born
and they all need
places to live.
We're happy to be the ones
to build apartments for them.
You self-satisfied turd.
I will be right back.
[MOUTHING]
God, I'm shallow. You see
her? The look on her face?
You ever seen her so happy?
What's wrong with you, Jason?
Get on board here.
- Oh.
- Oh.
[CLEARS THROAT]
It's on me.
And you just cleared your throat.
You don't wanna pay this bill.
- I don't know, makes me feel funny.
- No, it doesn't.
Well, you'll get the next one.
- Thanks.
- [PHONE RINGS]
Hello?
You have a collect
call from Makya Benally
at the Nawakwa Nation Correctional
Facility in Marstick, New York.
- Will you accept the charges?
- I will, Operator.
And let me just get
somewhere private. Excuse me.
- Mack, is that you?
- MACK: Bull. Been a long time.
Thanks for taking the call.
Operator said you were calling
from prison. Something I should know?
I need your help, bud.
- I got myself in a hell of a pickle.
- What are we talking about?
We're not talking
about anything.
But the cops here are talking
about first-degree murder.
I'll be there within the hour.
Taxi!
[DOOR OPENS]
Thanks for coming, man.
It's OK. It's OK.
Let me look at you.
Well, same old Mack, huh?
When was the
last time I saw you?
Vegas. Almost,
like, six years ago.
Oh, yeah.
You were dealing cards at the
Bellagio, going out with that showgirl.
You lived in a nice apartment.
- That was her apartment.
- Hmm.
So what went wrong?
- Turns out she was married.
- And she didn't tell you.
Oh, she told me. I think I just
didn't assign much importance to it.
Until one night I woke up and the fella
who was actually paying the mortgage
was standing over
me with a .357.
Those are the nights you
wish you were wearing pajamas.
- So, you done?
- Done what?
Doing your imitation of the
dimmest guy in the room.
You don't need to hustle me.
You don't need to charm me.
I'm already here.
I'm at the table, I'm in the
game, so deal me in, Mack.
What happened?
What'd the tribal cop say?
That you were drunk, that you
publicly threatened the murder victim
after you were
banned from the casino
and then hours later were
standing over his dead body.
It's all true.
Except I didn't do it.
Yeah, Pat and I got
into it at the casino.
But then he threw me out.
Then I went home and I cooled
off. That's when he texted me.
Told me to come on
over and bury the hatchet.
Pardon the racially
insensitive figure of speech.
What do you mean,
come over to his house?
Yeah. I've known Pat
longer than I've known you.
We both grew up
here on the reservation.
He liked to play the tough
guy. That was his MO.
- So he was dead when you got there.
- Yeah.
Covered in blood.
I was the guy who called 911.
I swear I didn't do it. I
don't even own a gun.
Come on, college roommate.
Tell me this is gonna be OK.
You know me, I'm a lot of
things, but I'm not a murderer.
Of course, Mack.
It's the middle of the night.
And, you know, I'm not a
lawyer, and this is reservation land.
You guys have your own
courts, your own rules.
I'm not even sure how
much help I can actually be.
Please.
You're the smartest
guy I ever met.
Just...
Just get involved.
Get me through this.
MARISSA: His
name's Makya Benally.
Apparently he was Bull's college
roommate his freshman year.
Born and raised on the
Nawakwa Reservation.
After college, he
made his way to Vegas
working as a dealer and playing
cards for money after hours.
Ultimately he got banned
from every casino in the state,
so when he couldn't
make a living anymore,
he returned to the reservation,
and this was about two
and a half years ago.
His rap sheet includes convictions
for drunk and disorderly conduct,
assault during a bar
fight and illegal gambling,
and now, of course, murder.
And this is one
of Bull's friends?
Bull and Benny are on their
way back to the reservation
to see if they can
negotiate some kind of bail.
Danny, find out what it takes
to get this case transferred
to a federal court.
Bull would love
to have this trial
where we know all the
rules and most of the players.
- Will do.
- Cable.
Anything you can find out about
this tribe and its court systems.
How it works, prior rulings,
anything that will give us a leg-up.
You know, in fact, you hit the
internet. Chunk, you hit the library.
- Aye, aye, Captain.
- Done and done.
- This is the courthouse, huh?
- And the meeting place.
And the basketball court, and I think
they have school dances here too.
Ah. I'll try not to
be intimidated.
Wow. I see they've
spared no expense here.
Now, who is this
guy to you again?
Well, Mack was my college
roommate freshman year at UConn.
And you've stayed in
contact since graduation?
Oh, he didn't graduate.
- Mack got expelled.
- Wow.
Didn't your parents ever have that
talk with you about picking your friends?
He was actually a
pretty fantastic guy.
No, I mean it.
First of all, maybe the
most fun guy in the world.
Second of all, after living
together for a week or two,
we realized we were both
pretty good at two things,
reading people
and playing cards.
So we put together this
underground poker game.
We made a fortune.
That is until the
university caught wind of it.
- Shut it down, huh?
- Shut it down and expelled Mack.
He took the fall
for the whole thing.
Swore up and down that I
was just an innocent bystander.
That's a pretty good friend.
That is a pretty good friend.
So what's the pitch here, Bull?
How do we get your friend out on bail?
Fastball down the middle.
Nobody's found a murder weapon.
Evidence is circumstantial. I
don't think it's gonna be a problem.
Don't underestimate Chief Tsosie.
She can be very unpredictable.
You must be Dr. Bull.
I'm Taima Wauneka, Mack's
court-appointed defense representative.
- I look forward to working together.
- I'm Benny Colón.
I work with Dr. Bull,
and I am Mack's lawyer.
Well, yes and no.
- And the chief you were speaking of?
- Chief Tsosie.
She is the leader of our tribe
and presides over our court,
not unlike your judge.
- Uh-huh.
- Many subtle differences.
In this court, it only takes a majority
to convict, not a unanimous decision,
so that's why there
are 13 jurors and not 12,
so there's always a majority.
Also the chief picks the
defense representative
as well as the
prosecution representative.
Based on...?
Based on if she thinks
you can do a good job.
So there are no lawyers
and the chief is the judge.
You're catching on.
So this is what it's like
in the private sector?
Alice, how are you?
How's life at the Bureau?
- Government work, government coffee.
- Espresso?
You're cruel.
- Thanks for coming to me.
- Not a problem. I was in the area.
So what do you know
about the murder case
against Makya Benally on
the Nawakwa Reservation?
In Marstick. I'm aware of it.
Bureau's aware of
it. Why do you ask?
What would it take for
the feds to get jurisdiction?
- To try the case in federal court?
- It would take moving heaven and earth.
Really? It's a murder case.
Between two Nawakwa Nation
members on their sovereign tribal land.
- Jurisdiction begins with them.
- I can't twist your arm?
Not my arm you would have
to twist. It's Washington's.
We both know that arm doesn't
move without a ton of time and money.
When do we get to sit?
No one sits before the
chief. It's a sign of respect.
Got it.
Woman giving you
the evil eye, who's she?
That's Wera Harjo, Pat's widow.
I see we have some
new faces today.
Who are you? You with the
glasses? What's your name?
- Your Honor...
- It's Chief. Chief Tsosie.
My apologies, Chief Tsosie.
- My name's Dr. Jason Bull.
- Doctor. I assumed you were a lawyer.
No. He's the lawyer.
I'm what they call
a trial scientist.
Trial science. I think
I've read about you.
- That's highly unlikely.
- No, I'm sure of it.
Many years ago I studied law in
Albany. I still read many journals.
Welcome to my courtroom,
Dr. Bull. Please, have a seat.
Today we're here to try the case
of the tribe versus Makya Benally,
who's accused of the murder of
fellow tribal member Patwin Harjo.
Would you please
stand, Mr. Benally?
How do you plead
to these charges?
I plead not guilty, Chief.
Your plea is noted. The
trial begins in two days.
[BANGS GAVEL]
Two days. That's
all we got to prepare?
I guess we're not
in Kansas anymore.
When do we discuss bail?
- Chief, on the matter of bail?
- Bail?
Chief, this man is
accused of murder.
The tribe requests that out
of a concern for public safety
any request for bail be denied.
TAIMA: Chief, Makya
Benally is an innocent man.
Keep in mind no murder
weapon has been found
and all evidence thus
far is circumstantial.
He looks forward to participating
in the preparation of his defense
with his friends from
Manhattan, as well as myself,
but to do so he
must be able to travel.
Chief, please.
In this circumstance,
I'll allow it.
Bail is set at $100,000.
- Nice.
- Fastball down the middle.
So is there a particular bail bondsman
you use here on the reservation?
There are no bail
bondsmen on the reservation.
Then why did we ask for bail?
I don't know. Seemed like you wanted
it, so I felt that I should get it for you.
- This mean I'm going back to jail?
- No, don't worry. I'll take care of it.
I'll find the money...
somewhere.
What am I signing here?
Well, we secured Mack's bail last
night with money from our day-to-day,
so now you're moving money
over from your personal IRA
to cover TAC's day-to-day.
- You're a good friend.
- Mmm.
Correction. I'm a
friend haunted by guilt.
Good friends don't pony
up this kind of money.
Thank you. Whatever you say.
Wow. I feel underdressed.
This is all JB's?
You mean Dr. Bull?
This and plenty more.
Dr. Bull, huh?
Well, let's begin
at the beginning.
How do I get my
hands on a jury list?
There is no jury list.
Um, jurors aren't randomly
summoned through the mail.
- They volunteer.
- Volunteer?
It's usually the same
25 or so regulars.
We live in a small
community, 1,400 people.
You can see the same
folks on virtually every case.
I do have a list of those names.
Great. Cable, Chunk, split those
up. Marissa, let's do this old school.
Get a car service to take
them out to the reservation.
Be my pleasure.
Let's get pictures of houses
and cars and businesses,
see what we can surmise.
And, Danny, do me a favor.
Why don't you go along too?
Dig into Pat. See if he had any enemies
the tribal police may be overlooking.
And you two, to the extent that
you can get people to talk to us,
let's try and identify people on
that list who know and like Mack.
People still love
you, don't they, Mack?
- Oh, I'm way loved.
- BULL: I hope so.
'Cause we need all the friends we
can get on that jury. Tell 'em why, Taima.
Reasonable doubt is not
the standard in our tribal court.
What does that mean?
That means the jury
only needs to believe
that Mack is more likely
than not the murderer.
- More likely than not? Really?
- Really.
There's a lower burden
of proof for the prosecution,
which means our
job is a lot harder.
MARISSA: OK, I felt us park.
- Can I take this blindfold off now?
- No, not yet.
- You feel that?
- Oh, that's a nice shirt.
No, that's my heart pounding.
Oh, Kyle, look, no, no, no.
This is starting to get gooey.
I'm actually not really
good with gooey.
I am actually really good
with going to nice restaurants
and enjoying some good wine
and sleeping over at each other's
apartment once or twice a week.
Stop. This isn't gooey.
I'm about to show you
something that means a lot to me.
- I'm just worried that you'll...
- Hey, hey, hey, don't worry.
Stop worrying.
OK. Take off the blindfold.
Let's get out of the car.
I own this entire block.
OK.
Well, me and a big Chinese
bank and a bunch of investors.
I'm happy for all of you. You're trying
to corner the market on urban blight?
Kinda.
We're building a 40-story,
mixed-use building right on that corner.
Biggest project in all
of Queens. Beautiful.
Maybe I'll show you the
model one of these days.
High-end supermarket
on the ground floor
of a 23-story building
on that corner.
We are gonna transform
this neighborhood.
Oh!
One of my favorite words,
by the way, "transform."
I've never seen you like
this. You're like a little kid.
I spend every day thinking
of two things: you and this.
I just thought it was
time you met each other.
Enough of that.
Let's go find a fine restaurant,
drink some good wine
and figure out whose
apartment to wake up in.
In a minute.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
It's a big casino
and I'm one guy.
An hour and 20 minutes.
Makes me think you're not
that excited to be talking to me.
My friend was murdered and you
work for the man who did it, so...
The man I'm working
for claims he didn't do it.
And I have to believe
you're just as interested
in making sure we find the real
killer as much as anyone else here.
So, tell me, who
else might've done it?
I don't know what you're talking
about. Everybody here loved Pat.
Come on, you work for casino
security. You say no to a lot of people.
OK, sure.
There are hookers we have to turn
in, cars stolen from the parking lot.
People lose their life
savings and blame us.
But I don't think any
of those folks killed Pat.
OK, I'll ask. Why are
you so sure Mack did it?
Because I was here. I saw how
drunk he was. I saw how mad he was.
Guy makes his
living playing cards.
Pat told him all that was
over. He was banned.
They won't let
him play in Vegas.
It's not like he can move
to another reservation.
Let's not make
this harder than it is.
Well, I'm gonna
make it a little harder.
I'd love to get a copy of every
incident report involving security
for, say, the last three years.
That something you
can pull together for me?
The tribe told me to provide
you with whatever you need.
I was told by my boss to wait as
long as it takes for those reports,
so this is all gonna
work out perfectly.
Bull. Bull.
Sorry to startle you. We just
got back from the reservation.
I had a feeling
you'd still be here
and I wanted to catch you
before you headed to court.
Forgive my appearance.
It's a... It's a
real page turner.
So what's up?
Your buddy, he's not winning any
popularity contests on that reservation.
What does that mean?
Bull, I don't doubt that he was a
great roommate 20 some years ago.
But apparently, in present day,
he's not a very good neighbor.
He's the guy with noisy
parties in the middle of the week.
He's the jerk who curses
at your kid at Halloween.
He's the jackass at
the community pool
who rates everybody's
wives and girlfriends.
Borrows money,
doesn't pay it back,
drinks too much,
drives too fast,
and his music
only plays on loud.
Everybody hates him.
Well, that doesn't make
him guilty of murder.
The point is, of the 25
people on that jury list,
18 people know him
and 18 people hate him.
And the other seven
haven't heard anything good.
The jury is set.
The trial will commence
after a one-hour lunch break.
[BANGS GAVEL]
This jury wants to send me to the firing
squad and the trial hasn't even started.
I thought this jury
stuff was your specialty.
Who knew? To know
you is to loathe you.
We're eating lunch in the car.
Let's go.
Two people on that jury weren't
on your list. Do you know 'em?
Sure. The woman
is Catori Yazzie.
Pat's wife, Wera,
actually saved her child
on the operating table
a couple of years back.
Wow. When it rains, it tsunamis.
The other one, though,
the man, that's Joe Chavis.
He's a very prominent
businessman on the reservation.
Not the kind of guy that
usually volunteers for juries,
but he owns the carwash,
runs an auto shop.
He's actually talking about maybe
even opening up a dealership.
His house, his business, any
of those close enough to visit?
Well, the auto shop is a
couple of minutes away.
- I'm not sure what you'll learn, but...
- Driver, this man will direct you.
DRIVER: Yes, sir.
BULL: I like it. He's
investing in himself.
Suggests he can see
beyond the obvious.
And his relative success suggests
that he may be a meaningful voice
when it comes time
for deliberations.
BENNY: You look at a body
shop and you see all that?
I take my optimism where I can find
it, Benny. Don't rain on my parade.
Don't you think
it's kind of weird
that he's starting renovations
by ripping up a sidewalk?
I'm feeling drops, Mr. Colón.
Do not start down this path.
Anybody else feel like lunch?
After responding to a 911 call at the
Harjo residence, what did you find?
Pat Harjo was lying facedown,
dead. Mack was standing over him.
PROSECUTOR: And Mack had Pat's
blood in his clothes and on his hands?
Yes.
Mack was the only other person
at the scene of the murder?
- Yes.
- Thank you for your service.
So the blood on Mack's hands,
what does that indicate to you?
Intimate contact with
the body after it was shot.
And when you say
intimate contact,
could that mean checking for a
pulse, both at the wrist and the neck?
It could.
In fact, isn't that what the defendant
told you after you arrested him,
that he came upon the body
and that he was trying to determine
whether his longtime friend was alive?
- That is what he told us, yes.
- New question.
When you found the defendant
standing over the victim's body,
did you see the murder weapon?
We did not.
So is it your testimony that you believe
that the defendant killed the victim,
called the police, hid
the murder weapon
but didn't bother to wash
off any blood on his person?
You're putting
words in my mouth.
My apologies, so soon
after lunch. New question.
The bullet that killed Pat was A
.30-06 Springfield caliber, correct?
Yes.
And isn't that one of the most
common calibers on the market?
I suppose you could say that.
More than 300 tribal
members on the reservation
have a gun that will shoot the caliber
that matches that description, correct?
Around there, yes.
Thank you. Nothing further.
Taima did good work.
Where do you think
Joe Chavis stands?
It's hard to tell.
Good poker player.
Stop looking back
at the victim's widow.
You're drawing the
jury's attention to her tears
and doing the other
side's work for them.
Thank you, and if there's anything
else you can do to help me save your life,
it would be much appreciated.
BENNY: You can read
everyone at that table, can't you?
Can read almost anybody.
Except my own client.
Hmm.
You were pretty
rough on him today.
I know.
Any chance I can persuade
you to call your own car?
I think maybe I ought to stop by
Mack's, apologize, buck him up.
[KNOCKING]
- It's Mack. Start talking.
- [BLEEP]
Hey, Mack. I'm at your front
door and you're not here.
You're out on bail, my friend, bail
bought and paid for with my money.
You're not supposed
to be out raising hell.
Give me a call when you can.
Of course.
Mack!
Damn it to hell, Mack.
Cut this man off.
Hot damn, JB. How'd you find me?
You've got a phone, I've got
a young lady who can find you.
She said the last call you made was
to a boat rental outfit here on the river.
- That's truly impressive.
- Hmm.
I'm guessing you rented a boat
and you don't plan to return it.
And you're adding fugitive and
grand larceny to your rap sheet?
You should be on Jeopardy!
I'd already be gone, but
the weather looks bad.
I don't know who's the
bigger fool, you or me.
You know what
happens next, right?
You hole up in Canada or
wherever it is you're headed.
The cops'll look
for you for a while,
but then they'll decide
you're not worth the trouble.
So far this is
sounding pretty good.
But then you'll do
something stupid.
You'll get drunk
or get in a fight
or you'll con money
off the wrong person,
and they will put
you away for good
and they will charge you
with everything you ever did
and a bunch of stuff you didn't,
and it'll stick and
you will take the fall.
- Just like I did in college, huh?
- [LAUGHS] I see.
Is it Nostalgia Night
here at the Last Dive Bar
before the Interstate
Pub and Grub?
Apparently I can never repay you
for this extraordinarily selfless
deed you committed on my behalf.
The part we always leave out is that
you hadn't gone to class in a month
and they were gonna
kick you out anyway.
I'm done, OK?
I put 100 grand up for your bail
and I am reasonably
certain I'll never see it again.
So I'd say we're even.
Now I'm gonna go get some sleep.
At least one of us should
show up in court tomorrow.
DANNY: Dr. Bull. Bull, wake up.
[DANNY CLEARS THROAT]
Bull. Hey. Sorry to wake you.
I was going through the
casino's incident reports last night
and came across
something interesting.
Something I think you're gonna
wanna know before going into court.
- Or not.
- Sorry. I'm not actually sure I care.
You're the boss.
No. No, I wanna hear.
OK, maybe it's nothing,
but when I was talking to Koi,
he mentioned that the
casino had a car theft problem.
106 thefts in the last year.
30 in the last eight weeks
before Pat was murdered.
All taken from the same back parking
lot at roughly the same time of night.
All high-end, easy to
trace luxury vehicles.
OK.
And then Pat installed
cameras and added patrols,
and the thefts suddenly stopped.
Makes me think someone is
no longer making a lot of money.
I'm following you, but I'm
not sure where we're going.
High-end luxury cars are worth a lot
more in pieces than they are assembled.
That's how you monetize
them. You sell the parts.
Easy to move,
impossible to trace.
But you need a place
to take the cars apart.
Still not caring.
There are only a small
number of facilities
with the space and the
tools needed to do the job
in and around the reservation,
and only one on the reservation itself.
Belongs to a guy
named Joe Chavis.
Excuse me?
You mean our Joe
Chavis, the one on the jury?
Unless there's another Joe
Chavis on the reservation.
He owns an auto repair
shop. We were there yesterday.
But it doesn't mean he
owns the auto repair shop
that's been chopping
up these cars,
and it's not like
we can ask him.
- That would be jury tampering.
- Even on the reservation?
Even on the reservation.
Pretty clever if
it's true, though.
Kill a man, frame someone else,
then volunteer to be on the jury
that's trying the person you set up?
When we get to the
courthouse, you keep the car.
Driver'll take you over to
Joe Chavis's Auto Body.
Take a look around, see if
he's operating a chop shop.
If he is, give me a call.
I'll do everything I can to stall in the
courtroom until I hear back from you.
And if you happen to see a rifle
that fires .30-06 Springfield
bullets lying around,
I'd love to hear about that too.
Is the defendant
not in attendance?
We're reaching out
to him as we speak.
When I spoke to him last night,
he said he wasn't feeling very well.
May we beg the
court's indulgence?
The court will take
a one-hour recess,
and if at that time the
defendant is not present,
we will commence
closing arguments
and I will issue a warrant for his
arrest on contempt of court charges.
[BANGS GAVEL]
- Anything you wanna share?
- No.
Let's take a minute and go
over your closing arguments, OK?
Danny?
This place is locked
up tighter than a vault.
There's nobody here.
There's nothing going on.
There's no sign on the
door, no explanation why.
It's almost as if they knew that we
were looking at those incident reports
and starting to
figure things out.
Maybe they do know.
Maybe someone told them.
Like who? Koi from
casino security?
BENNY: You need to lead with the
fact that there's no murder weapon.
Talk to the guys
working the sidewalk.
BENNY: There's no
weapon to tie him to the crime.
Bull, what guys? I told
you, there's nobody here.
And the sidewalk's done.
In fact, it's just a little tiny
part, just a little square.
Danny, stay right there.
I'm gonna talk to the chief.
I gotta get permission
to do something.
- It's Mack. Start talking.
- [BLEEP]
Hey, man. Maybe I should
have begged you last night. Sorry.
I let my anger get the best of me.
But this is one of those moments.
You can actually
do the right thing
even though you've
already done the wrong thing.
If you're not too far away, turn
around, come back, get to court.
Mack is unquestionably the killer.
He had means. He had motive.
He had the blood of the victim
on his body and he has no alibi.
And if you're at all
unsure about his guilt,
well, he's done you the favor of
leaving town in the middle of the night.
Clearly the act of a guilty man.
So let's put this matter to rest
once and for all and convict him.
Then let the police do
their job and catch him
so we can lock him up and make
sure that he never hurts anybody again.
Thank you.
You know, it's
easy to dislike Mack.
He spends too much time in the casino,
he gets too loud, he gets too drunk,
seems to care more
about having fun
than being a good
friend or a good citizen.
None of that matters and none
of that means that he's a murderer.
Ladies and gentlemen, there
is simply no hard evidence
to back up the assertion that Mack
is the man responsible for this killing.
Yes, they found him
standing over the body,
but that's because
he called the police.
And to date the murder
weapon has not been found.
So are we gonna convict somebody
just because we don't like him?
And, for that matter, has anyone
demonstrated any real motive?
If you believe Mack is a killer,
then you believe he murdered Pat,
a man he'd known
for most of his life,
because he banned
him from playing poker,
a situation that killing
Pat would not remedy.
It just doesn't make any sense.
Ask yourself who does
this make sense for?
[SIRENS WAIL]
Maybe someone who made
a small fortune stealing cars,
chopping them up and
selling them for parts.
Someone who Pat
was determined to stop.
That's the person who
has motive to kill Pat,
for real money, not
for some poker hands.
Forgive the interruption, Chief,
but with the help of Officer Abeita,
the tribal police and
with your permission,
we dug up the sidewalk in
front of Joe Chavis's Auto Body
and, Io and behold,
discovered this rifle.
TAIMA: In light of this new evidence,
and as we wait for forensic testing,
the defense suggests that
we stop this current trial.
I agree.
And in addition that the court
issue a warrant for Joe Chavis
in the murder of Patwin Harjo.
- A warrant is hereby issued.
- You can't be serious.
They can't just dig up my
sidewalk. That evidence was planted.
Well, we'll find out
soon enough, Mr. Chavis.
- Take him down to holding, please.
- CHAVIS: This is crazy, OK?
Mack's the killer.
Mack's the killer.
Mack... Everyone
knows Mack is the killer.
Please. Get your hands off
me. You have the wrong guy.
- Well, it was nice working with you.
- The pleasure was all mine.
Thank you.
[♪ STEELY DAN: DIRTY WORK]
BULL: What are the odds?
The odds of what?
The odds that Chavis would
buckle and confess to killing Pat?
You pulled a royal flush.
Oh, and by the way, he had help.
Koi. They were actually
both in on it together.
In fact, it was Koi
who texted Chavis
when Pat was on his
way back home that night.
And it was Chavis who
texted you after killing Pat
to come over and make peace so
he could frame you for the murder.
You going somewhere?
I just won you your freedom.
That seems counterintuitive.
You ever been to
Tunica, Mississippi?
Ah.
- Riverboat casinos.
- Fresh start. Nobody knows me there.
You look disappointed.
It's who I am, Bull.
And I love who you are.
But you're never gonna
hit that jackpot, man.
You know a lot of stuff,
but you don't know that.
- We're even.
- If you say so.
But we're still friends.
I'm still taking your calls.
- I'm still here for you.
- I know that.
♪ I'm a fool to
do your dirty work
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ I don't wanna do
your dirty work no more
♪ I'm a fool to
do your dirty work
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ I don't wanna do
your dirty work no more
♪ I'm a fool to
do your dirty work
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
THE LOVE OF MONEY]
No, you're fine, Koi. I'm
not staying. My shift's over.
- Any action in the parking lots?
- Not since you left for dinner.
Maybe it's the new cameras. Maybe
it's the regular patrols we added.
Or maybe I'm just
incredibly persuasive.
Oh, before you go.
Your buddy Mack's been playing poker
and drinking for seven hours straight.
He's smashed again, getting loud.
Customers are starting to complain.
Wasn't sure how you
wanted me to handle it.
Yes! Whoo!
[LAUGHS]
Come on. Wow. Talk
about bad sportsmanship.
Just 'cause, I mean, I won $17,000
that used to belong to all of you, um...
Hey, Mack. I
think it's time to go.
Hey, everybody, hide your
endorphins. The fun police are here.
Looks like you've
had quite a ride.
How about you leave now
and go out on top, hmm?
You're drunk, Mack.
I need you to go.
Don't do this to me, man.
This is my day. This is my table.
I've been waiting seven
months for this day and this table.
Sorry. Time to step away.
- Door's that way.
- Can I at least cash in my chips?
How about we wait until another
time when you're feeling better?
All right.
Grab him.
- Come on, get up.
- You're done. You're done, Mack!
You're banned! Now you're
never welcome in this casino again!
And get a lawyer.
I'm pressing charges.
You post his picture, make
sure he doesn't get back in.
Yes, sir.
[GUNSHOT]
BULL: Be nice. Don't judge.
Be nice. Don't judge.
Be nice. Don't judge.
Whoever he is, he's wonderful.
Whoever he is, he's wonderful.
Whoever he is, he's wonderful.
Please, this way.
BULL: When in doubt, smile.
When in doubt, smile.
When in doubt, smile.
Bull.
BULL: It's only two hours.
It's only two hours.
It's only two hours.
- There you go.
- Thank you.
BULL: Wonder if
that's his real hair.
Let me see that wedding
finger. Hmm. No ring.
No indent of the finger flesh.
- Maybe he's actually single.
- [CLEARS THROAT] True story.
No, it isn't. You just
cleared your throat.
Pretty good indicator
that you're about to lie.
When Marissa and I met and we
were comparing histories, back stories,
and she told me she worked
for Homeland Security,
I was convinced it
was the name of a bank.
- I'm sorry. I still don't believe that.
- Good. Neither do I.
- But it is a good story.
- It made you smile.
It still makes me smile.
The only reason I am here,
my dear, is to make you smile.
Oh, my God. I'm gonna throw up.
- So how'd you two meet?
- [CLEARS THROAT] The strangest thing.
I was in my apartment and
she just knocked on the door.
- Did you know women do that?
- That is not what happened.
I was sitting at the bar at
this place I always go to,
just to catch a bite after work,
and Kyle was sitting right next to me.
- Oh, you did notice?
- Course I noticed.
This is the first time
she's admitted it.
She's always maintained
she never noticed I was there.
Kill me now. It's like
they're married already.
Anyway, when he got up to leave,
I realized that he left his
wallet there on the bar,
so I didn't know
what to do at first,
but then the old Homeland
Security training kicked in.
Looked in the wallet, realized
he lived around the corner.
So you knocked on his door.
Don't ask how long she stayed.
I hate this guy.
We've done projects
on every continent.
I mean, the good news is, you know,
every single day, people are being born
and they all need
places to live.
We're happy to be the ones
to build apartments for them.
You self-satisfied turd.
I will be right back.
[MOUTHING]
God, I'm shallow. You see
her? The look on her face?
You ever seen her so happy?
What's wrong with you, Jason?
Get on board here.
- Oh.
- Oh.
[CLEARS THROAT]
It's on me.
And you just cleared your throat.
You don't wanna pay this bill.
- I don't know, makes me feel funny.
- No, it doesn't.
Well, you'll get the next one.
- Thanks.
- [PHONE RINGS]
Hello?
You have a collect
call from Makya Benally
at the Nawakwa Nation Correctional
Facility in Marstick, New York.
- Will you accept the charges?
- I will, Operator.
And let me just get
somewhere private. Excuse me.
- Mack, is that you?
- MACK: Bull. Been a long time.
Thanks for taking the call.
Operator said you were calling
from prison. Something I should know?
I need your help, bud.
- I got myself in a hell of a pickle.
- What are we talking about?
We're not talking
about anything.
But the cops here are talking
about first-degree murder.
I'll be there within the hour.
Taxi!
[DOOR OPENS]
Thanks for coming, man.
It's OK. It's OK.
Let me look at you.
Well, same old Mack, huh?
When was the
last time I saw you?
Vegas. Almost,
like, six years ago.
Oh, yeah.
You were dealing cards at the
Bellagio, going out with that showgirl.
You lived in a nice apartment.
- That was her apartment.
- Hmm.
So what went wrong?
- Turns out she was married.
- And she didn't tell you.
Oh, she told me. I think I just
didn't assign much importance to it.
Until one night I woke up and the fella
who was actually paying the mortgage
was standing over
me with a .357.
Those are the nights you
wish you were wearing pajamas.
- So, you done?
- Done what?
Doing your imitation of the
dimmest guy in the room.
You don't need to hustle me.
You don't need to charm me.
I'm already here.
I'm at the table, I'm in the
game, so deal me in, Mack.
What happened?
What'd the tribal cop say?
That you were drunk, that you
publicly threatened the murder victim
after you were
banned from the casino
and then hours later were
standing over his dead body.
It's all true.
Except I didn't do it.
Yeah, Pat and I got
into it at the casino.
But then he threw me out.
Then I went home and I cooled
off. That's when he texted me.
Told me to come on
over and bury the hatchet.
Pardon the racially
insensitive figure of speech.
What do you mean,
come over to his house?
Yeah. I've known Pat
longer than I've known you.
We both grew up
here on the reservation.
He liked to play the tough
guy. That was his MO.
- So he was dead when you got there.
- Yeah.
Covered in blood.
I was the guy who called 911.
I swear I didn't do it. I
don't even own a gun.
Come on, college roommate.
Tell me this is gonna be OK.
You know me, I'm a lot of
things, but I'm not a murderer.
Of course, Mack.
It's the middle of the night.
And, you know, I'm not a
lawyer, and this is reservation land.
You guys have your own
courts, your own rules.
I'm not even sure how
much help I can actually be.
Please.
You're the smartest
guy I ever met.
Just...
Just get involved.
Get me through this.
MARISSA: His
name's Makya Benally.
Apparently he was Bull's college
roommate his freshman year.
Born and raised on the
Nawakwa Reservation.
After college, he
made his way to Vegas
working as a dealer and playing
cards for money after hours.
Ultimately he got banned
from every casino in the state,
so when he couldn't
make a living anymore,
he returned to the reservation,
and this was about two
and a half years ago.
His rap sheet includes convictions
for drunk and disorderly conduct,
assault during a bar
fight and illegal gambling,
and now, of course, murder.
And this is one
of Bull's friends?
Bull and Benny are on their
way back to the reservation
to see if they can
negotiate some kind of bail.
Danny, find out what it takes
to get this case transferred
to a federal court.
Bull would love
to have this trial
where we know all the
rules and most of the players.
- Will do.
- Cable.
Anything you can find out about
this tribe and its court systems.
How it works, prior rulings,
anything that will give us a leg-up.
You know, in fact, you hit the
internet. Chunk, you hit the library.
- Aye, aye, Captain.
- Done and done.
- This is the courthouse, huh?
- And the meeting place.
And the basketball court, and I think
they have school dances here too.
Ah. I'll try not to
be intimidated.
Wow. I see they've
spared no expense here.
Now, who is this
guy to you again?
Well, Mack was my college
roommate freshman year at UConn.
And you've stayed in
contact since graduation?
Oh, he didn't graduate.
- Mack got expelled.
- Wow.
Didn't your parents ever have that
talk with you about picking your friends?
He was actually a
pretty fantastic guy.
No, I mean it.
First of all, maybe the
most fun guy in the world.
Second of all, after living
together for a week or two,
we realized we were both
pretty good at two things,
reading people
and playing cards.
So we put together this
underground poker game.
We made a fortune.
That is until the
university caught wind of it.
- Shut it down, huh?
- Shut it down and expelled Mack.
He took the fall
for the whole thing.
Swore up and down that I
was just an innocent bystander.
That's a pretty good friend.
That is a pretty good friend.
So what's the pitch here, Bull?
How do we get your friend out on bail?
Fastball down the middle.
Nobody's found a murder weapon.
Evidence is circumstantial. I
don't think it's gonna be a problem.
Don't underestimate Chief Tsosie.
She can be very unpredictable.
You must be Dr. Bull.
I'm Taima Wauneka, Mack's
court-appointed defense representative.
- I look forward to working together.
- I'm Benny Colón.
I work with Dr. Bull,
and I am Mack's lawyer.
Well, yes and no.
- And the chief you were speaking of?
- Chief Tsosie.
She is the leader of our tribe
and presides over our court,
not unlike your judge.
- Uh-huh.
- Many subtle differences.
In this court, it only takes a majority
to convict, not a unanimous decision,
so that's why there
are 13 jurors and not 12,
so there's always a majority.
Also the chief picks the
defense representative
as well as the
prosecution representative.
Based on...?
Based on if she thinks
you can do a good job.
So there are no lawyers
and the chief is the judge.
You're catching on.
So this is what it's like
in the private sector?
Alice, how are you?
How's life at the Bureau?
- Government work, government coffee.
- Espresso?
You're cruel.
- Thanks for coming to me.
- Not a problem. I was in the area.
So what do you know
about the murder case
against Makya Benally on
the Nawakwa Reservation?
In Marstick. I'm aware of it.
Bureau's aware of
it. Why do you ask?
What would it take for
the feds to get jurisdiction?
- To try the case in federal court?
- It would take moving heaven and earth.
Really? It's a murder case.
Between two Nawakwa Nation
members on their sovereign tribal land.
- Jurisdiction begins with them.
- I can't twist your arm?
Not my arm you would have
to twist. It's Washington's.
We both know that arm doesn't
move without a ton of time and money.
When do we get to sit?
No one sits before the
chief. It's a sign of respect.
Got it.
Woman giving you
the evil eye, who's she?
That's Wera Harjo, Pat's widow.
I see we have some
new faces today.
Who are you? You with the
glasses? What's your name?
- Your Honor...
- It's Chief. Chief Tsosie.
My apologies, Chief Tsosie.
- My name's Dr. Jason Bull.
- Doctor. I assumed you were a lawyer.
No. He's the lawyer.
I'm what they call
a trial scientist.
Trial science. I think
I've read about you.
- That's highly unlikely.
- No, I'm sure of it.
Many years ago I studied law in
Albany. I still read many journals.
Welcome to my courtroom,
Dr. Bull. Please, have a seat.
Today we're here to try the case
of the tribe versus Makya Benally,
who's accused of the murder of
fellow tribal member Patwin Harjo.
Would you please
stand, Mr. Benally?
How do you plead
to these charges?
I plead not guilty, Chief.
Your plea is noted. The
trial begins in two days.
[BANGS GAVEL]
Two days. That's
all we got to prepare?
I guess we're not
in Kansas anymore.
When do we discuss bail?
- Chief, on the matter of bail?
- Bail?
Chief, this man is
accused of murder.
The tribe requests that out
of a concern for public safety
any request for bail be denied.
TAIMA: Chief, Makya
Benally is an innocent man.
Keep in mind no murder
weapon has been found
and all evidence thus
far is circumstantial.
He looks forward to participating
in the preparation of his defense
with his friends from
Manhattan, as well as myself,
but to do so he
must be able to travel.
Chief, please.
In this circumstance,
I'll allow it.
Bail is set at $100,000.
- Nice.
- Fastball down the middle.
So is there a particular bail bondsman
you use here on the reservation?
There are no bail
bondsmen on the reservation.
Then why did we ask for bail?
I don't know. Seemed like you wanted
it, so I felt that I should get it for you.
- This mean I'm going back to jail?
- No, don't worry. I'll take care of it.
I'll find the money...
somewhere.
What am I signing here?
Well, we secured Mack's bail last
night with money from our day-to-day,
so now you're moving money
over from your personal IRA
to cover TAC's day-to-day.
- You're a good friend.
- Mmm.
Correction. I'm a
friend haunted by guilt.
Good friends don't pony
up this kind of money.
Thank you. Whatever you say.
Wow. I feel underdressed.
This is all JB's?
You mean Dr. Bull?
This and plenty more.
Dr. Bull, huh?
Well, let's begin
at the beginning.
How do I get my
hands on a jury list?
There is no jury list.
Um, jurors aren't randomly
summoned through the mail.
- They volunteer.
- Volunteer?
It's usually the same
25 or so regulars.
We live in a small
community, 1,400 people.
You can see the same
folks on virtually every case.
I do have a list of those names.
Great. Cable, Chunk, split those
up. Marissa, let's do this old school.
Get a car service to take
them out to the reservation.
Be my pleasure.
Let's get pictures of houses
and cars and businesses,
see what we can surmise.
And, Danny, do me a favor.
Why don't you go along too?
Dig into Pat. See if he had any enemies
the tribal police may be overlooking.
And you two, to the extent that
you can get people to talk to us,
let's try and identify people on
that list who know and like Mack.
People still love
you, don't they, Mack?
- Oh, I'm way loved.
- BULL: I hope so.
'Cause we need all the friends we
can get on that jury. Tell 'em why, Taima.
Reasonable doubt is not
the standard in our tribal court.
What does that mean?
That means the jury
only needs to believe
that Mack is more likely
than not the murderer.
- More likely than not? Really?
- Really.
There's a lower burden
of proof for the prosecution,
which means our
job is a lot harder.
MARISSA: OK, I felt us park.
- Can I take this blindfold off now?
- No, not yet.
- You feel that?
- Oh, that's a nice shirt.
No, that's my heart pounding.
Oh, Kyle, look, no, no, no.
This is starting to get gooey.
I'm actually not really
good with gooey.
I am actually really good
with going to nice restaurants
and enjoying some good wine
and sleeping over at each other's
apartment once or twice a week.
Stop. This isn't gooey.
I'm about to show you
something that means a lot to me.
- I'm just worried that you'll...
- Hey, hey, hey, don't worry.
Stop worrying.
OK. Take off the blindfold.
Let's get out of the car.
I own this entire block.
OK.
Well, me and a big Chinese
bank and a bunch of investors.
I'm happy for all of you. You're trying
to corner the market on urban blight?
Kinda.
We're building a 40-story,
mixed-use building right on that corner.
Biggest project in all
of Queens. Beautiful.
Maybe I'll show you the
model one of these days.
High-end supermarket
on the ground floor
of a 23-story building
on that corner.
We are gonna transform
this neighborhood.
Oh!
One of my favorite words,
by the way, "transform."
I've never seen you like
this. You're like a little kid.
I spend every day thinking
of two things: you and this.
I just thought it was
time you met each other.
Enough of that.
Let's go find a fine restaurant,
drink some good wine
and figure out whose
apartment to wake up in.
In a minute.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
It's a big casino
and I'm one guy.
An hour and 20 minutes.
Makes me think you're not
that excited to be talking to me.
My friend was murdered and you
work for the man who did it, so...
The man I'm working
for claims he didn't do it.
And I have to believe
you're just as interested
in making sure we find the real
killer as much as anyone else here.
So, tell me, who
else might've done it?
I don't know what you're talking
about. Everybody here loved Pat.
Come on, you work for casino
security. You say no to a lot of people.
OK, sure.
There are hookers we have to turn
in, cars stolen from the parking lot.
People lose their life
savings and blame us.
But I don't think any
of those folks killed Pat.
OK, I'll ask. Why are
you so sure Mack did it?
Because I was here. I saw how
drunk he was. I saw how mad he was.
Guy makes his
living playing cards.
Pat told him all that was
over. He was banned.
They won't let
him play in Vegas.
It's not like he can move
to another reservation.
Let's not make
this harder than it is.
Well, I'm gonna
make it a little harder.
I'd love to get a copy of every
incident report involving security
for, say, the last three years.
That something you
can pull together for me?
The tribe told me to provide
you with whatever you need.
I was told by my boss to wait as
long as it takes for those reports,
so this is all gonna
work out perfectly.
Bull. Bull.
Sorry to startle you. We just
got back from the reservation.
I had a feeling
you'd still be here
and I wanted to catch you
before you headed to court.
Forgive my appearance.
It's a... It's a
real page turner.
So what's up?
Your buddy, he's not winning any
popularity contests on that reservation.
What does that mean?
Bull, I don't doubt that he was a
great roommate 20 some years ago.
But apparently, in present day,
he's not a very good neighbor.
He's the guy with noisy
parties in the middle of the week.
He's the jerk who curses
at your kid at Halloween.
He's the jackass at
the community pool
who rates everybody's
wives and girlfriends.
Borrows money,
doesn't pay it back,
drinks too much,
drives too fast,
and his music
only plays on loud.
Everybody hates him.
Well, that doesn't make
him guilty of murder.
The point is, of the 25
people on that jury list,
18 people know him
and 18 people hate him.
And the other seven
haven't heard anything good.
The jury is set.
The trial will commence
after a one-hour lunch break.
[BANGS GAVEL]
This jury wants to send me to the firing
squad and the trial hasn't even started.
I thought this jury
stuff was your specialty.
Who knew? To know
you is to loathe you.
We're eating lunch in the car.
Let's go.
Two people on that jury weren't
on your list. Do you know 'em?
Sure. The woman
is Catori Yazzie.
Pat's wife, Wera,
actually saved her child
on the operating table
a couple of years back.
Wow. When it rains, it tsunamis.
The other one, though,
the man, that's Joe Chavis.
He's a very prominent
businessman on the reservation.
Not the kind of guy that
usually volunteers for juries,
but he owns the carwash,
runs an auto shop.
He's actually talking about maybe
even opening up a dealership.
His house, his business, any
of those close enough to visit?
Well, the auto shop is a
couple of minutes away.
- I'm not sure what you'll learn, but...
- Driver, this man will direct you.
DRIVER: Yes, sir.
BULL: I like it. He's
investing in himself.
Suggests he can see
beyond the obvious.
And his relative success suggests
that he may be a meaningful voice
when it comes time
for deliberations.
BENNY: You look at a body
shop and you see all that?
I take my optimism where I can find
it, Benny. Don't rain on my parade.
Don't you think
it's kind of weird
that he's starting renovations
by ripping up a sidewalk?
I'm feeling drops, Mr. Colón.
Do not start down this path.
Anybody else feel like lunch?
After responding to a 911 call at the
Harjo residence, what did you find?
Pat Harjo was lying facedown,
dead. Mack was standing over him.
PROSECUTOR: And Mack had Pat's
blood in his clothes and on his hands?
Yes.
Mack was the only other person
at the scene of the murder?
- Yes.
- Thank you for your service.
So the blood on Mack's hands,
what does that indicate to you?
Intimate contact with
the body after it was shot.
And when you say
intimate contact,
could that mean checking for a
pulse, both at the wrist and the neck?
It could.
In fact, isn't that what the defendant
told you after you arrested him,
that he came upon the body
and that he was trying to determine
whether his longtime friend was alive?
- That is what he told us, yes.
- New question.
When you found the defendant
standing over the victim's body,
did you see the murder weapon?
We did not.
So is it your testimony that you believe
that the defendant killed the victim,
called the police, hid
the murder weapon
but didn't bother to wash
off any blood on his person?
You're putting
words in my mouth.
My apologies, so soon
after lunch. New question.
The bullet that killed Pat was A
.30-06 Springfield caliber, correct?
Yes.
And isn't that one of the most
common calibers on the market?
I suppose you could say that.
More than 300 tribal
members on the reservation
have a gun that will shoot the caliber
that matches that description, correct?
Around there, yes.
Thank you. Nothing further.
Taima did good work.
Where do you think
Joe Chavis stands?
It's hard to tell.
Good poker player.
Stop looking back
at the victim's widow.
You're drawing the
jury's attention to her tears
and doing the other
side's work for them.
Thank you, and if there's anything
else you can do to help me save your life,
it would be much appreciated.
BENNY: You can read
everyone at that table, can't you?
Can read almost anybody.
Except my own client.
Hmm.
You were pretty
rough on him today.
I know.
Any chance I can persuade
you to call your own car?
I think maybe I ought to stop by
Mack's, apologize, buck him up.
[KNOCKING]
- It's Mack. Start talking.
- [BLEEP]
Hey, Mack. I'm at your front
door and you're not here.
You're out on bail, my friend, bail
bought and paid for with my money.
You're not supposed
to be out raising hell.
Give me a call when you can.
Of course.
Mack!
Damn it to hell, Mack.
Cut this man off.
Hot damn, JB. How'd you find me?
You've got a phone, I've got
a young lady who can find you.
She said the last call you made was
to a boat rental outfit here on the river.
- That's truly impressive.
- Hmm.
I'm guessing you rented a boat
and you don't plan to return it.
And you're adding fugitive and
grand larceny to your rap sheet?
You should be on Jeopardy!
I'd already be gone, but
the weather looks bad.
I don't know who's the
bigger fool, you or me.
You know what
happens next, right?
You hole up in Canada or
wherever it is you're headed.
The cops'll look
for you for a while,
but then they'll decide
you're not worth the trouble.
So far this is
sounding pretty good.
But then you'll do
something stupid.
You'll get drunk
or get in a fight
or you'll con money
off the wrong person,
and they will put
you away for good
and they will charge you
with everything you ever did
and a bunch of stuff you didn't,
and it'll stick and
you will take the fall.
- Just like I did in college, huh?
- [LAUGHS] I see.
Is it Nostalgia Night
here at the Last Dive Bar
before the Interstate
Pub and Grub?
Apparently I can never repay you
for this extraordinarily selfless
deed you committed on my behalf.
The part we always leave out is that
you hadn't gone to class in a month
and they were gonna
kick you out anyway.
I'm done, OK?
I put 100 grand up for your bail
and I am reasonably
certain I'll never see it again.
So I'd say we're even.
Now I'm gonna go get some sleep.
At least one of us should
show up in court tomorrow.
DANNY: Dr. Bull. Bull, wake up.
[DANNY CLEARS THROAT]
Bull. Hey. Sorry to wake you.
I was going through the
casino's incident reports last night
and came across
something interesting.
Something I think you're gonna
wanna know before going into court.
- Or not.
- Sorry. I'm not actually sure I care.
You're the boss.
No. No, I wanna hear.
OK, maybe it's nothing,
but when I was talking to Koi,
he mentioned that the
casino had a car theft problem.
106 thefts in the last year.
30 in the last eight weeks
before Pat was murdered.
All taken from the same back parking
lot at roughly the same time of night.
All high-end, easy to
trace luxury vehicles.
OK.
And then Pat installed
cameras and added patrols,
and the thefts suddenly stopped.
Makes me think someone is
no longer making a lot of money.
I'm following you, but I'm
not sure where we're going.
High-end luxury cars are worth a lot
more in pieces than they are assembled.
That's how you monetize
them. You sell the parts.
Easy to move,
impossible to trace.
But you need a place
to take the cars apart.
Still not caring.
There are only a small
number of facilities
with the space and the
tools needed to do the job
in and around the reservation,
and only one on the reservation itself.
Belongs to a guy
named Joe Chavis.
Excuse me?
You mean our Joe
Chavis, the one on the jury?
Unless there's another Joe
Chavis on the reservation.
He owns an auto repair
shop. We were there yesterday.
But it doesn't mean he
owns the auto repair shop
that's been chopping
up these cars,
and it's not like
we can ask him.
- That would be jury tampering.
- Even on the reservation?
Even on the reservation.
Pretty clever if
it's true, though.
Kill a man, frame someone else,
then volunteer to be on the jury
that's trying the person you set up?
When we get to the
courthouse, you keep the car.
Driver'll take you over to
Joe Chavis's Auto Body.
Take a look around, see if
he's operating a chop shop.
If he is, give me a call.
I'll do everything I can to stall in the
courtroom until I hear back from you.
And if you happen to see a rifle
that fires .30-06 Springfield
bullets lying around,
I'd love to hear about that too.
Is the defendant
not in attendance?
We're reaching out
to him as we speak.
When I spoke to him last night,
he said he wasn't feeling very well.
May we beg the
court's indulgence?
The court will take
a one-hour recess,
and if at that time the
defendant is not present,
we will commence
closing arguments
and I will issue a warrant for his
arrest on contempt of court charges.
[BANGS GAVEL]
- Anything you wanna share?
- No.
Let's take a minute and go
over your closing arguments, OK?
Danny?
This place is locked
up tighter than a vault.
There's nobody here.
There's nothing going on.
There's no sign on the
door, no explanation why.
It's almost as if they knew that we
were looking at those incident reports
and starting to
figure things out.
Maybe they do know.
Maybe someone told them.
Like who? Koi from
casino security?
BENNY: You need to lead with the
fact that there's no murder weapon.
Talk to the guys
working the sidewalk.
BENNY: There's no
weapon to tie him to the crime.
Bull, what guys? I told
you, there's nobody here.
And the sidewalk's done.
In fact, it's just a little tiny
part, just a little square.
Danny, stay right there.
I'm gonna talk to the chief.
I gotta get permission
to do something.
- It's Mack. Start talking.
- [BLEEP]
Hey, man. Maybe I should
have begged you last night. Sorry.
I let my anger get the best of me.
But this is one of those moments.
You can actually
do the right thing
even though you've
already done the wrong thing.
If you're not too far away, turn
around, come back, get to court.
Mack is unquestionably the killer.
He had means. He had motive.
He had the blood of the victim
on his body and he has no alibi.
And if you're at all
unsure about his guilt,
well, he's done you the favor of
leaving town in the middle of the night.
Clearly the act of a guilty man.
So let's put this matter to rest
once and for all and convict him.
Then let the police do
their job and catch him
so we can lock him up and make
sure that he never hurts anybody again.
Thank you.
You know, it's
easy to dislike Mack.
He spends too much time in the casino,
he gets too loud, he gets too drunk,
seems to care more
about having fun
than being a good
friend or a good citizen.
None of that matters and none
of that means that he's a murderer.
Ladies and gentlemen, there
is simply no hard evidence
to back up the assertion that Mack
is the man responsible for this killing.
Yes, they found him
standing over the body,
but that's because
he called the police.
And to date the murder
weapon has not been found.
So are we gonna convict somebody
just because we don't like him?
And, for that matter, has anyone
demonstrated any real motive?
If you believe Mack is a killer,
then you believe he murdered Pat,
a man he'd known
for most of his life,
because he banned
him from playing poker,
a situation that killing
Pat would not remedy.
It just doesn't make any sense.
Ask yourself who does
this make sense for?
[SIRENS WAIL]
Maybe someone who made
a small fortune stealing cars,
chopping them up and
selling them for parts.
Someone who Pat
was determined to stop.
That's the person who
has motive to kill Pat,
for real money, not
for some poker hands.
Forgive the interruption, Chief,
but with the help of Officer Abeita,
the tribal police and
with your permission,
we dug up the sidewalk in
front of Joe Chavis's Auto Body
and, Io and behold,
discovered this rifle.
TAIMA: In light of this new evidence,
and as we wait for forensic testing,
the defense suggests that
we stop this current trial.
I agree.
And in addition that the court
issue a warrant for Joe Chavis
in the murder of Patwin Harjo.
- A warrant is hereby issued.
- You can't be serious.
They can't just dig up my
sidewalk. That evidence was planted.
Well, we'll find out
soon enough, Mr. Chavis.
- Take him down to holding, please.
- CHAVIS: This is crazy, OK?
Mack's the killer.
Mack's the killer.
Mack... Everyone
knows Mack is the killer.
Please. Get your hands off
me. You have the wrong guy.
- Well, it was nice working with you.
- The pleasure was all mine.
Thank you.
[♪ STEELY DAN: DIRTY WORK]
BULL: What are the odds?
The odds of what?
The odds that Chavis would
buckle and confess to killing Pat?
You pulled a royal flush.
Oh, and by the way, he had help.
Koi. They were actually
both in on it together.
In fact, it was Koi
who texted Chavis
when Pat was on his
way back home that night.
And it was Chavis who
texted you after killing Pat
to come over and make peace so
he could frame you for the murder.
You going somewhere?
I just won you your freedom.
That seems counterintuitive.
You ever been to
Tunica, Mississippi?
Ah.
- Riverboat casinos.
- Fresh start. Nobody knows me there.
You look disappointed.
It's who I am, Bull.
And I love who you are.
But you're never gonna
hit that jackpot, man.
You know a lot of stuff,
but you don't know that.
- We're even.
- If you say so.
But we're still friends.
I'm still taking your calls.
- I'm still here for you.
- I know that.
♪ I'm a fool to
do your dirty work
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ I don't wanna do
your dirty work no more
♪ I'm a fool to
do your dirty work
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ I don't wanna do
your dirty work no more
♪ I'm a fool to
do your dirty work
♪ Oh, yeah ♪