Bull (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - Thanksgiving - full transcript

[BELL RINGS]

Ladies and gentlemen, are
you ready for the main event?

COACH: Listen to me, baby boy.
This is a good thing what you're doing.

Just remember, you
gotta let him hit you,

but you ain't gotta
let him kill you.

Put on a good show.

You lead with your
right, lay off your left.

- No one'll know the difference.
- ANNOUNCER: with a $50,000 purse.

Remember what I said to
you. We're all winners tonight.

He's the big winner, but you're a
winner too. 25K is a lot of scratch.

And Rodrigo asked me to
ask you again, lay off that left.



Not too much. Make it look real. I'll
meet you here after with the money.

You sure you wanna be here for
this? You sure you wanna watch this?

You really wanna be here?
You really wanna do this?

Baby, it's ten grand just
for stepping in the ring

and another 15
for just laying back.

That's six months' rent. We'll be able
to buy the girls Christmas presents.

What's that worth if
you're a vegetable?

That's not gonna
happen. Come here.

- I love you.
- Love you too.

ANNOUNCER: Weighing in at
205 pounds, in the red corner,

wearing red trimmed in gold,

his record 20 and 17,

Brooklyn's own
Bobby "Brass" Lewis!

[CROWD CHEERING]



And now, weighing
in at 215 pounds,

in the blue corner,
wearing all black,

his record 51 and 5,

the former heavyweight
champion of the world,

Rodrigo "the Ramrod" Rivera!

[BELL RINGS]

COMMENTATOR: Ladies
and gentlemen, I gotta say,

Rodrigo is winning
this on points,

but we're awfully light
on any real action here,

and the crowd is
starting to get surly.

They came to see blood
and it's in awfully short supply.

MAN 1: Come on, Ramrod! I
paid to watch you fight, not dance!

MAN 2: Hey, Ramclod,
you guys fighting or dating?

- Ramrod, come on!
- Hit him with something that matters!

- Execute, execute.
- [GRUNTS]

- REFEREE: You got two points.
- Come on, Bobby, get up!

- Three, four, five...
- COACH: Here we go!

- Six, seven...
- COACH: Stay cool.

You good?

Whoo!

Two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight...

All right, you good? Look
at me. All right, let's fight!

COACH: Here we go. Here we go.

COMMENTATOR: Where
did that left come from?

That left hook from Bobby
Lewis just staggered Ramrod.

There's another left.

And another. Ramrod is down!

- [BELL RINGS]
- COMMENTATOR: What an upset!

Yes!

COMMENTATOR: Bobby "Brass" Lewis
knocks out Rodrigo "the Ramrod" Rivera

and wins the $50,000 purse.

BOBBY: Come here.
Come on, come on.

OK, champ, it's 2 a.m.
You closed the arena.

- Your chariot awaits.
- All right, all right, all right.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

That really happened
tonight, didn't it?

- It did.
- Yeah. Come here.

Come here and kiss the champion.

Hey, not here.

What? Come on.
What is your hurry?

The kids are with my mom.
It's three in the morning.

Nobody's on the street.
Nobody's gonna see.

No hurry. Just not here.

Where are you going?
What are you doing?

My bag with my stuff.
My dad put it in the trunk.

- Well, you need the keys, don't you?
- Yeah.

- Oh, my God.
- What is it? What's wrong?

Nothing. Just go in the house.

What'd I just tell you?

Bobby, that's Emmett
from down the block.

There's blood here. There's
blood on the driveway.

It's gonna be OK. I'll take
care of this. Just go inside.

You'll take care of this? How
are you gonna take care of this?

Oh, God.

- 911. What's your emergency?
- Hello, police?

My husband and I just
found a dead body in our car.

Are you crazy?
What are you doing?

I'm trying to do the right
thing. We didn't do this.

Yeah, but the police
aren't gonna believe that.

His body's in my car.
There's blood on the driveway.

[PHONE RINGS]

- So what do we do?
- I don't know. Don't answer it.

Maybe it'll stop.

[RINGING CONTINUES]

I need to get rid of this car.

- What are we gonna do?
- I don't know.

- CHUNK: Shame on you.
- MARISSA: Shame on me why?

- They're adorable.
- These are guilt cakes.

Nobody wants 'em, but
nobody can resist 'em.

They have no real
nutritional value.

Their sole purpose is to make you
feel better about leaving on Tuesday

for a holiday that doesn't
start until Thursday.

Ooh. They got candy
corn in 'em. Sinful.

- When are you leaving for Georgia?
- Tuesday. Tomorrow morning.

- Bull insisted.
- CABLE: Tell me about it.

I'm not even going anywhere and
he told me not to bother coming in.

You doing your usual thing?

This time tomorrow I will
be on a beach in Florida.

- Just me and a margarita.
- What about turkey?

- Turkey tastes horrible in a margarita.
- [CHUCKLES]

Kyle, if he weren't going to
China, if I had someone to do it with,

I'd probably go the
traditional route, but...

I'd give anything to get out of it,
but my family would never forgive me.

Well, I'm not going
home this year.

I just refuse to set myself
up for all that heartache.

- Gonna break your parents' hearts.
- Yeah.

Oh, very original.

Where's your
Thanksgiving at this year?

My relatives in
Dallas are hosting.

We're flying the Puerto
Rican side of my family in.

- You seem excited.
- Ooh.

It's the best Thanksgiving
dinner in the world.

You have not lived until you've had
my grandmother's pasteles. Mmm!

You only say that 'cause you haven't
been to Thanksgiving in Georgia.

A stick of butter on every dish.
Two on the vegetable plate.

- You cook?
- Every year.

I go to my high-school best
friend's house, fry up a turkey,

get to work on my
world-famous sweet-potato pie.

Ooh, pie. I need to bring a pie to
my mom's. Can I get that recipe?

It ain't the recipe that
makes it special, baby.

Spare me, Chunk.
I will buy a pie.

Does anyone know what the
big guy's doing for turkey day?

I do, but if I tell you, we'll
both need to look for a job.

That includes turkey, stuffing, mashed
potatoes, pumpkin pie, everything?

Great. Just deliver it to
the address I gave you.

10 a.m. Thanksgiving morning.

I know it's an office
building. I'll be here.

The coast is clear.

Everyone's gone?

You won't hear from a
single soul for six days.

I'm so thankful.

Do you wanna get this over with
and then I'll get out of your hair too?

I'm so excited.

Oh, my gosh. It's glorious.

I'm just gonna slip out quietly.
Have a wonderful holiday.

Dr. Bull? Dr. Jason Bull?

I'm sorry, were
you talking to me?

Galvin Berry, attorney at
law. Can I buy you a drink?

I don't mean to be rude, but I just
started my Thanksgiving holiday

and I don't believe we've met.

We haven't, but I'm guessing
you've heard of my client.

Bobby Lewis, the boxer.

Won the biggest fight
of his life last week

and then was accused of beating
one of his neighbors to death.

BULL: You got quite the
uphill battle there, Counselor.

A client with a history of priors
known to be pretty good with his fists.

The neighbor was a drug dealer.
They'd been known to have altercations.

- Good luck with that one.
- I don't need luck. I need help.

Judge is insisting on starting jury
selection tomorrow at one o'clock.

I think a lot of
people over at city hall

just wanna get this thing over with
while nobody's paying much attention.

My whole staff just
left for the holiday.

What I do is very
much a team sport.

- Are you leaving town?
- I plead the Fifth.

It's almost the end of the year.
Have you done anything you regret?

I've known this
boy his whole life.

Just go to Rikers,
meet him. I'll set it up.

If you don't think he's innocent,
just don't show up to court tomorrow.

But if you do, well,
remember those regrets?

I'm giving you a chance
to do something about 'em.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

Yes?

Oh, my goodness.
I'll... I'll be right there.

Kyle. Oh, my God! What happened?

Nothing. I'm OK.
I'm fine. It's just...

They took my keys. I
didn't know where else to go.

What are you talking
about? Who took your keys?

I was getting ready
to go to the airport.

I had some letters
I had to mail.

I just walked to the
corner and got mugged.

They took my keys,
my wallet, my passport.

At one in the morning
you had to mail letters?

I don't even care about the money.
The credit cards I can replace.

But without my
passport, I can't travel.

It'll take a week to get another
one, with the holidays maybe more.

I'm gonna miss my
meetings in China.

Which means this deal
I've been working on is dead.

- Everything that I've spent years...
- Kyle, shh, shh. Hold on. Slow down.

- Maybe I can fix this.
- What? How?

First of all, I have a
key to your apartment.

Go home. Reschedule your flight.
Call the credit card companies.

No, you're not hearing me. I
need a passport to get to China.

No, I heard you. I used to
work for Homeland Security.

Let me make a few calls.

What happens if you get there
a day later than you planned?

I don't even know
if there'll be a seat.

It's the Thanksgiving holiday.
Nobody is going to China, just you.

I will call our embassy
in China right now.

It's the middle
of the day there.

By tomorrow you'll
have your passport.

I don't leave until late tomorrow
afternoon. Text me when you have it.

Looks like you'll live.

Get out of here. You have a lot of
phone calls to make, and so do I.

So you're Mr. Berry's friend?

The doctor? The one
he says can help me?

Mr. Berry and I aren't really
friends. We just met last night.

Semantics.

Are you surprised I know
a word like "semantics"?

Bobby, I'm meeting
you for the first time.

Everything's
gonna be a surprise.

Why don't you tell
me how you got here?

Does it make a difference?

I'm a boxer with priors
and former gang ties.

Nobody thinks I'm innocent.

Pretty sure you don't
think I'm innocent.

- Well, are you?
- Look...

I was in a gang.
I don't deny that.

Everybody was where I lived.

You had to be.

Then, uh, I found
boxing when I was 14.

And I was good at it.

By the time I was 17,
I was very good at it.

I, uh... I left the gang,

got focused...

met a really good woman

and, uh, got married,

had two beautiful daughters.

All I ever wanted was to give my
wife and babies a home, nice things.

And now you're
looking at life in prison.

For a crime I did not do.

So tell me what happened.

[SIGHS]

So... I win the fight
and next thing I know...

And then my wife's
phone started ringing again.

And I knew they
were on their way.

And sure enough,
five minutes later,

whoop, whoop, three cop cars.

My wife screaming.

They read me my
rights and here I am.

OK.

Tell me again. Tell
me what happened.

So, I win the fight
and next thing I know...

And then my wife's
phone starts ringing again,

and that's when I knew I
was gonna end up here.

- One more time.
- What? Why?

Because I asked you to

and because it's gonna help
me figure out if I can help you.

So... I knocked
the big fake out...

BERRY: Well, what do you think?

I think you're right. I
think he didn't do it.

- I told you. He's a good kid.
- Maybe he is, maybe he isn't.

I think... I know what he's telling
me about that night is what happened.

Your instincts are
that good, huh?

I had him take me
through it three times.

It's a test called
false reiteration.

If he were lying, he
would have told the story

the exact same way
over and over again.

It's what people do when
they're making something up.

Every time Bobby told me
the story, he added new details.

Not contradictions, just...
more and more little recollections

as he was remembering
what happened.

While I don't believe he killed that
guy... he's not telling us something.

I gotta be in court for
jury selection in two hours.

You dropping me off
or you coming with me?

[PHONE RINGS]

Hi, Mom.

No, I haven't changed my mind.

Look, it's not that I don't want to
spend Thanksgiving with you and Dad.

It's just that... I wanna spend
it with my friends a little more.

What are we having?

Chicken nuggets and Jell-O shots,
just like they had on the Mayflower.

ANNOUNCER OVER PA: Ladies
and gentlemen, flight 1253 to Dallas

has been temporarily
delayed due to weather.

As soon as we have the new
departure time, we will share it with you.

Thanks in advance
for your patience

and in the meantime please
don't wander too far from the gate.

It's supposed to be
in the 80s in Dallas.

If we get there.

Hmm.

Ah. Thunderstorms.

They'll pass. We'll get there.

WOMAN: Is that Dr. Jason Bull?

I didn't realize you were gonna
be involved in the Bobby Lewis trial.

ADA Rios, this is Galvin
Berry, counsel for Mr. Lewis,

Mr. Lewis's father, Dennis, and
Lucy, his wife, and their two children.

Good afternoon. If I could just have a
word with Dr. Bull and you, Mr. Berry?

Give this to the court
officer. Tell him it's for Bobby.

They'll have him change into
that before he goes to court.

Sure thing. You got it.

Just wanted to let
you gentlemen know

that we're running a holiday
special in the DA's office today.

Your client pleads guilty
in return for 20 years.

No possibility of parole, but at
least he's out before he turns 50.

Holiday special, huh? Does it
bother you at all that he's innocent?

Thank you, Miss Rios. We'll be
sure to convey your offer to our client.

By the way, we're having a
little holiday special of our own.

You withdraw the charges
by the end of the day

and we won't sue
the city for false arrest.

Happy holidays, gentlemen.

I need you to understand. This
is not how I normally do things.

Usually I have jury lists and
I've done a lot of research

and I have my staff talking in my ear,
and I have none of those things today.

It's just me and my instincts.

Ask me how many
murder cases I've tried.

Whatever you're
thinking, it's less than that.

I'm an attorney from
the neighborhood

and I'm happy to have your
help any way I can get it.

How many of you were in musical
groups when you were younger?

Rock bands, R&B. You and
your friends playing instruments.

Maybe you played at a school
dance or a battle of the bands.

So you're what?
You're, like, a rocker?

I own a plumbing business.

Yes, but you just indicated that you
were in a band when you were younger.

Anybody ever ask for your
autograph? Do any drugs?

- Hang out with a groupie?
- None of the above.

- Plus it was a long time ago, right?
- Yes, sir.

So, if someone came to
you, applying for a job maybe,

and they told you they were in a gang
when they were 13, 14 or 15 years old,

would that inhibit
you from hiring them?

You can't honestly equate being
in a band with being in a gang.

- Yes or no, please.
- No, I wouldn't hire them.

Not in a million years.

Judge, the defense requests
that this juror be removed for cause.

Mr. Berry, it's two days
before Thanksgiving.

This is the fourth juror you've
tried to have removed for cause.

I cannot eliminate
everyone in the jury pool

who might have a bias against former
gang members or professional boxers.

You're just going to have to
make do with the jury pool we have.

Can he do that?

He's the judge. He
can do almost anything.

Do you live in an apartment?

I share an apartment
with two other women.

Any drug activity that you're
aware of in your building?

You asking me that
'cause I'm black?

Yes, because she wants to
eliminate you from the jury.

No. I'm asking you that
because this case is about a man

accused of killing a drug
dealer in his neighborhood,

and your attitudes in regard to
that sort of situation are relevant.

Yes, I have heard rumors
of drug deals in my building.

So if you found out that someone
had done away with the dealer...?

Would I be upset? Of course not.

The prosecution would ask
that this juror be excused.

[SIGHS]

- Are you a fight fan?
- No, I'm not.

You ever heard of the defendant prior
to his arrest on these murder charges?

No, I had not.

And how do you feel about
people who have gang tattoos?

Well, they're not
people I seek out.

They're not people I want
my family to be around.

All right, this guy's
completely toxic for us.

Second you get the
chance, let's cut him loose.

This juror is acceptable to
the prosecution, Your Honor.

Acceptable to the
defense as well.

- What are you doing?
- Sorry, Dr. Bull.

Couldn't let the last black
man in the jury pool get away.

Yes, but he's the wrong black
man. Were you listening to him?

Ladies and gentlemen, we have our
jury. See you all here tomorrow morning.

9 a.m. sharp.

I'm sorry, but I
have instincts too.

Right. I just, uh...

I wanna believe we
seated at least one person

who would absolutely
not vote guilty.

Frankly, I can't be sure we did.

And where's your mother? She's
the one that usually picks me up.

Well, I can drive now,
so I offered to pick you up.

Well, all right. Works for me.

And I wanted to talk
to you about something.

You Baker women.
Always with an agenda.

So we found out last
night that I got into NYU.

Early decision. And they
gave me a scholarship.

Oh! Whoo!

That's amazing! Oh, that's
fantastic. I'm so proud of you.

- Thing is, Mom doesn't want me to go.
- What?

She says it's too far
and too dangerous.

Well, that's just crazy.

It's no more dangerous
than any other big city,

and, well, as far as it
being far, you get on a plane.

- It's not like you have to walk there.
- Will you talk to her for me?

If anyone can
convince her, it's you.

[SIGHS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Are we in Dallas yet?

Did we miss Thanksgiving?

No. Still Tuesday.

Tuesday night. Well,
almost Tuesday night.

I must have fallen asleep.

Can I buy you a drink?

I wouldn't think so, no.

Oh, sorry. Are you
married? Am I being...

No, no, no, you're not being
anything. It's just this is New York.

You realize the
drinking age is 21?

So what's the problem?
You're not old enough?

- You're over 21?
- Quite a bit.

How about you?

Do you wanna proof me?

I'll show you mine if
you show me yours.

All right.

[PHONE BLEEPS]

Hello. This is Marissa Morgan.

I need a car to take
me to Kennedy Airport.

That's the address. And you
have my credit card on file.

Of course I can hold.

Hello, yes, again.

Well, no, wait.

That's not possible.
I'm not over my limit.

I'm nowhere near my limit.

Um, let me give you
another credit card.

OK. It is a Pan-American card...

Oh, you have it. Fantastic.

What do you mean, that
one was rejected too?

No, I don't have any
other credit cards.

No, there's nothing else
you can do for me right now.

Yes, and Happy
Thanksgiving to you.

There is no Thanksgiving like
a Puerto Rican Thanksgiving.

- Wait, no pumpkin pie?
- You don't need it.

We have Grandma's tembleque.

- OK, what's that?
- It is a coconut pudding.

It is the reason why
God gave you lips...

and a tongue, and taste buds.

It is something
to be thankful for.

Well, I'll have to
try it sometime.

You sure you're really 34?

ANNOUNCER OVER PA: Ladies
and gentlemen, we regret to inform you

that due to continuing poor weather
across the southern part of the country,

all flights to Dallas are
on hold until the morning.

RIOS: The prosecution
would like to call Mary LaFleur.

Miss LaFleur, will you state
your relationship to Bobby Lewis?

I'm his neighbor. I live
right across the street.

- How long have you been neighbors?
- He's been there a couple of years.

I've been there almost 40.

And in that time have you
witnessed any altercations

between Mr. Lewis and the
deceased, Mr. Emmett Sawyer?

All the time.

Mr. Sawyer liked to stand on the corner,
like a lot of the men who didn't work,

and, you know, sometimes late
at night they'd get kind of loud.

And this man here was
always calling him a drug dealer,

telling him to stay the hell
away from his wife and kids,

telling him to stay the hell
off the block, off the corner.

I could hear them
from my bedroom.

And the night of the murder, did
you hear anything from your bedroom?

I sure did. I heard
it and I saw it.

It was around one in the
morning, and this one was drunk.

I guess he had
just won some fight.

And the two of them just started
getting into it in front of his driveway.

- When you say "getting into it"...?
- Well, first there was yelling.

And then they started pushing.

And then there was punching,
but that didn't last long.

This one punched
Mr. Sawyer in the head,

and the next thing you
know, he was on the ground.

- What else did you see, Miss LaFleur?
- Not much.

I stepped away from the window. I
was scared this one might see me.

Next thing I heard was
sirens. And you know the rest.

No further questions.
Your witness.

Let's take a ten-minute recess.

None of that's true.
Lucy was with me.

He was already in the
trunk when we got home.

We know. And when the time comes,
we will call your wife to the stand.

But it'll be our word against your
neighbor's, and your neighbor will win,

because there doesn't appear
to be anything in it for her,

unless, of course, there is.

Is there some history between
you two we should know about?

Yeah. I shoveled her walk
last winter when it snowed.

And that's it?

You have no idea why that lady's
working so hard to shatter your alibi?

- I need to hit the head.
- Huh.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking our
witness is a liar,

the jury's falling for it
hook, line and sinker,

and our client isn't
telling us something.

MARISSA: Kyle, I can't get
any money out of my ATM.

It says my account
has been emptied.

And my credit cards have
all been maxed out too.

I'm guessing
you're still in the air.

Please call me when you land.

ANNOUNCER OVER PA: Benjamin Colón,
first-class passenger, Benjamin Colón,

- please report to your gate...
- Benny.

So we can assign you to
an outbound Dallas flight.

Benjamin Colón.

- Benny, wake up.
- Hmm?

Hi. I'm Benjamin
Colón. You paged me?

Yes, Mr. Colón. We have a
seat for you on a flight to Chicago.

You change planes there
and then you're on to Dallas.

You should make
it there by 1:30.

I know it's not what you signed
up for, but it's the best we can do.

And what if I wanted to give my
ticket to this nice young lady right here?

- You can't do that.
- Sure he can.

I just need to see
your ID, please.

Come on. What about
your grandma's tembleque?

- There's always next year.
- Miss, I need to see your ID.

Are you sure about
this? You hardly know me.

Hey, you slept on my
shoulder, I know your real age...

Miss, I need you to board
the plane right now, please.

OK, well... how
do I pay you back?

I don't really know anything
about you, your address... anything.

- What's your phone number?
- It's 212-555-0178.

- [TEXT ALERT]
- That's me. Text me back.

You're all set.

Happy Thanksgiving.

[TEXT ALERT]

Happy Thanksgiving.

So, I heard about Anna, NYU.

Let me guess. She asked
you to talk to me about it?

It's an amazing school. And
New York is an amazing place.

I'm not sending her
all the way to New York

when she could go to
Emory or Georgia Tech,

two perfectly good schools that are
not in the murder capital of the world.

Oh, come on, New
York City is not like that.

That's from when you were a kid.

NEWSREADER: Now over to Dave,
with the latest in the Bobby Lewis trial.

Things have been heating
up in the Bobby Lewis trial.

WOMAN: That's
right. We've been on...

WOMAN: Happy Thanksgiving!

[♪ SHAME: CONCRETE]

Thanks. Nothing says Thanksgiving
like a can of beer and nothing else.

[RINGING TONE]

Hi, Mom. Happy Thanksgiving.

I was just wondering
what you guys were up to.

[BELL RINGS]

This has got to be a
health code violation.

Oh, my goodness.

I didn't, in the midst of a
drunken stupor last night,

call you and invite you
over for Thanksgiving, did I?

It's good to see
you too, Dr. Bull.

No.

Little apple pie for ya.

I got a big one for my family
and a... a little one for you.

I'm on my way to see my folks,

but I, um... caught you on the news
this morning on the courthouse steps

with the lawyer who's
defending Bobby Lewis.

You're working the
case, aren't you?

[CHUCKLES]

Well, "working" may be
overstating it, but... yes.

It sort of fell into my lap after
everyone left for Thanksgiving.

Please don't tell anyone.

I don't want anyone rushing
back, ruining their holiday.

Well, how's it coming?
How you feeling?

I am feeling like a blind airline
pilot trying to land a giant 777

on a tiny speck of land
in the middle of the Pacific

with no radar, no autopilot,
during a giant hurricane,

on a moonless night.

No team here at TAC.

I'm working with a lawyer
who's never tried a homicide,

in front of a judge who
just wants it all to be over,

and working with a client who's
not telling me the whole truth.

You think he did it?

Why would anyone
who spent their adulthood

dreaming of becoming a champion

finally win the
fight of their life

and ruin it all by going out and
killing someone they barely know?

- It doesn't make any sense.
- Makes me wanna watch the fight.

BULL: Yeah.

What do you mean?

I ever tell you about my dad? You
two would actually really get along.

He was a fighter
pilot in the air force.

Flew I don't know how
many missions in Nam.

Red hair, alabaster
skin. 160 pounds, six one.

Could never bring
himself to step on an ant,

but loves boxing, always has.

When I was growing up, he had
VHS tapes of all the great fights.

Ali versus Foreman, Ali versus
Frazier, Hagler versus Leonard.

And we would watch
them all the time.

And he would say to me,
"Danielle, a great fight is like a story."

"The two fighters come out.
That's your once upon a time."

"And by the time it's over,

one of the guys is more famous
and has a lot more money."

"That's your
happily ever after."

Look at him. That's not
a guy that wants to win.

But then...

Whatever he's not telling you

is probably somewhere
in the story of that fight.

- [KNOCKING]
- Hey.

Is there any way that
we could clear this room?

You can leave
Bobby's shackles on,

but I have to have a private
conference with my client.

If it makes you nervous, you
can wait right outside the door.

We just need some privacy.

You ever try to fight with one
hand tied behind your back?

- What the hell are you doing, man?
- Oh, look at that. You're a southpaw.

You like to fight with your left. But,
of course, who would know that?

You're a nobody, a nothing, a club
fighter nobody was paying attention to.

At least you were, until
your fight with Ramrod.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

I ever tell you how
badly I hate to lose?

Come on, you know
what I'm talking about,

'cause you suffer
from the same disease.

You hate to lose too. I
know. I studied that fight.

I saw the moment when
you decided "screw this"

and you let him
have it with your left.

It's a great feeling, isn't it?

To triumph, to win, even when
you've been set up to lose?

'Cause that's what's happened to
me. I got one hand tied behind my back.

And you set me up to lose, and the
irony is, I'm trying to save your life.

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

You were supposed to throw the
fight. That's the real reason we're here.

You didn't do what you promised,
so someone, I'm guessing the mob,

planted that body to teach you,

and anybody else who was thinking
of double-crossing them, a lesson.

I don't hear you
denying anything.

Look, man, what
difference does it make?

There's nothing you can do.
There's nothing anybody can do.

The fix is in. I'm
going to prison.

My wife might as well be a
widow. My kids have one parent.

My dad's gonna be crying himself
to sleep for the rest of his life.

It is what it is.

But it doesn't have to be. I mean,
yeah, sure, in court, we're dead.

We got maybe a one in twelve
shot of this jury not convicting you.

And that's from a guy
whose business it is

to know what the odds
are when it comes to juries.

So...

[SIGHS]

Let me try and
settle this out of court.

Give me a name.
Point me to someone.

Let me try and save your life.

- [HORN BLARES]
- WOMAN: Coming, coming.

What are you doing here? I thought
you were already in the car with Anna.

She's in the car. I wanted
another shot at you, alone.

We already had
this conversation.

I'm not sending my baby girl
all the way to New York alone.

- I'm not gonna do it.
- She won't be alone. I'll be there.

- That's where I live.
- Yes, but it's not the same thing.

She's not gonna come to
you like she comes to me.

Well, maybe she would
if she knew the truth.

You wanna tell her with me?

She's 18. She's old enough
to know who her father is.

Come on. Let's go
tell her. Together.

[SIGHS]

Oh, thank God. Thought you
were never coming out of there.

We know each other?

I'm Dr. Jason Bull, part of
Bobby Lewis's defense team.

- Aren't you missing your trial?
- [CHUCKLES]

I think we both know it doesn't
much matter what goes on in there.

The end of that story's
already been written.

Just a question of whether we
allow it to reach its conclusion or not.

I don't know who you think I
am or what you think I know.

Clearly you've mistaken
me for someone else.

Come on, Freddy.

I think there's a world where
we can all be winners here.

My guy'll be a big winner.

You and your guys'll
be big winners too.

[JUDGE BANGS GAVEL]

JUDGE: Is the defense ready
to commence closing arguments?

- We are, Your Honor.
- Begging your pardon, Your Honor.

New forensic evidence has just
come to our attention in this case,

and recognizing our
role as truth seekers,

we are at this
time filing a motion

to dismiss the charges
against Bobby Lewis

in the death of Emmet Sawyer.

- [MURMURING]
- [JUDGE BANGS GAVEL]

Order. We'll have order
in the court, please.

Counselor, are you
certain about this?

Yes, Your Honor.

I'm not at liberty to discuss
our new findings in open court,

but suffice it to say we have definitive
evidence pointing to the real killer.

Our apologies to the court,
to Mr. Lewis and to his family.

This is the most confounding
end of a trial I have ever witnessed.

But case dismissed.
Mr. Lewis, you are free to go.

[LAUGHTER]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Hey, hey, hey.

- Can you give us a few minutes?
- Sure.

- Thanks, Dad.
- See you soon.

[DOOR LOCKS]

- What did you do?
- Made a deal with the devil.

Actually, just renegotiated a deal
you'd already made and reneged on.

They own you now, Bobby. But,
of course, they owned you before.

They were just so mad
that they couldn't see

you were worth more to them
as a champion they could bet on

than a loser behind bars.

But at least you're back
home now, with your wife.

You'll see your girls grow
up, spend time with your dad,

and make a pretty nice living.

Thank you.

Man, I am just so... thankful.

Here's the thing.

The day will come,

the day they no longer have
confidence that you're a sure winner,

and they'll ask you to throw one, and if
you don't, they're not gonna waste time

putting somebody else's
body in the trunk of your car.

It'll be yours. You understand?

- How do I make this up to you?
- It's easy.

When I send you my bill, pay it.

And when you talk to your wife,
your lawyer, your priest, play dumb.

No one can ever know.
Have a nice life, Bobby Lewis.

BULL: Hey, you're
back. How was Florida?

Unbelievable. I'm
like a new person.

Ah. Kyle made it to China?

So he says.

- So much to be thankful for.
- So much to be thankful for.

- Good to have you back.
- Good to be back.

So what are you doing
here this hour of the night?

Trying to track down a
lost friend on the internet.

Just easier to do here at TAC.

Huh.

- You're good?
- Couldn't be better.

♪ Hey, maybe I'll dye my hair

♪ Maybe I'll move somewhere

♪ Maybe I'll get a car

♪ Maybe I'll drive so far

♪ They'll lose track

♪ Me, I'll bounce right back ♪