Bull (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 7 - A Girl Without Feelings - full transcript

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYS]

Tally, for God's sake, that was
a hundred dollar bottle of liquor!

- [GLASS SHATTERS]
- ALL: Oh!

- Just say you won't do it.
- I'm not gonna have that conversation

with you here, sis. It's
supposed to be a party.

When are we gonna have it?
Were we ever gonna have it?

Or were you just gonna do
what you were going to do?

- You're acting crazy.
- [SCOFFS] Crazy.

Is that why you're doing
this, because I'm so crazy?

You haven't seen crazy.

- WOMAN: Tally!
- Don't you dare.



Hey, everyone just chill.

Okay? It's a party.

[GRUNTS, SIGHS]

[LINE RINGING]

OPERATOR: 911.
What's your emergency?

[SOBBING] Oh, my
God, you have to help me!

I think somebody's
murdered my brother.

Oh, my God. Please,
please. There's so much blood.

- I don't know what to do.
- I need you to stay calm, ma'am.

- Help is on the way.
- Thank you. Thank you.

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

NEWSCASTER: Tally North,
ethereal downtown party fixture,

trust fund poster child, is accused
of killing her brother Torin North,

a rising tech superstar, in
the Chelsea loft they share,



and into which they poured several
million dollars following the death

of their wealthy parents
in a private plane crash.

[PANTING]

Tally.

[DOOR BUZZES, UNLOCKS]

You have new glasses, Dr. Bull.

It's nice to see you too,
Tally. It's been 12 years.

- I like them.
- Thank you.

I heard about your parents. I tried
calling, but my numbers didn't work.

- I sent you a card.
- Okay.

I didn't see it,

but I think I might have been in
a hospital in Indiana around then.

Are you here because you
want me back as a patient?

I came here to see if I could
help you. Legally, psychologically.

So you can leave me again?

[SIGHS]

I know you don't feel much,

but I have always
felt badly about that.

It's okay. I survived.

I won't lie, it would have
been nice to have you around

for all my teenage
rites of passage.

But I guess that's what the eight other
therapists I ended up going to were for.

Although it was difficult to talk
to the one that was molesting me

about how much I
disliked him molesting me.

I know you're angry with me.

Dr. Bull, you know better than
anyone, I'm largely incapable of anger.

Well, whatever you call
it, however you process it...

I'm sorry if you felt abandoned.

You know, when I closed
my practice back then,

it was to start a whole new business,
something called trial science.

I work with lawyers, and we help to
figure out the best way to try a case.

I know I haven't seen
you since you were 14,

but I don't think you're
gonna find anyone out there

who understands you better.

And it would mean a
lot to me to help you.

You understand they want to put
you in prison for the rest of your life?

Yes. I do understand that.

Did you do it, Tally?

Well, I was mad at him.

He was filing for guardianship.

He wanted to lock me
up, get me institutionalized.

Did you do it, Tally?

Well, I'll tell you, Dr. Bull,
because I know you'll understand.

I have no idea.

I honestly don't remember.

- You had one of your blackouts?
- Must be.

One minute, I was having it out with
my brother at the party, and the next,

I was waking up covered in
blood with Torin dead on the floor.

I honestly don't remember
what came in between.

[SIGHS]

You still want to help me?

Hey. You going somewhere?

Home.

What, you don't like it here?

Well, you know, when I
wake up in the morning,

I like to be near my
things, I like clean clothes,

I like to sleep in my own bed.

And plus, you know, Cable
used to live here, in this building.

It just doesn't feel right.

Okay. I hear that.

It's just, sometimes it's nice to wake
up lying next to somebody, you know?

- Don't you think?
- I'm sure it's nice for you. Me?

I gotta get to work
in the morning.

Okay.

I don't understand.
What's the problem?

- You got what you wanted.
- [LAUGHS] Wow. Okay.

- You are hard, girl.
- You know, that's another thing.

I'm not a girl. I'm a woman.

So stop talking to me
like it's freshman year

and we're living in the dorms away
from our folks for the first time, yeah?

I had a good time.
Let's not ruin it.

Can I give you something?

[SIGHS] It's not
your class ring, huh?

You're not gonna ask me to go
steady, are you? What is this?

That's a key.

That way, you can get in
here whenever you want.

Oh, Gabriel... I'm
never gonna use this.

No, no, no, it's not... it's
for emergencies. Okay?

That way, you know, I lose
my key, I know you have one.

Or if the... [LAUGHS] maybe the
gas company needs to get in here,

they can't find me
and they can call you.

Hey, listen. I mean,
we're friends, right?

That's the sort of
things friends do.

- Now you give me yours?
- Oh, you are so pushing your luck.

[LAUGHS] No, no, no, what are you
talking about? I didn't say anything.

Hey, you're hearing things,
girl. Okay, you know what?

The truth is, I can't sleep with
somebody that's in my bed anyway.

I don't care how beautiful
and naked they are.

So go, please. [EXHALES]
Okay? So I can get some rest.

Close the door.

Her name is Tally North.
Since the age of ten,

she has been diagnosed with
antisocial personality disorder.

She lacks empathy for others,
exhibits severely stunted emotions,

and is prone to violence.

Isn't that what we used to call a
sociopath in the good old days?

Actually, she used to be his
patient, so this is kind of personal.

[SIGHS] This is gonna be tough,

trying to get a jury to
sympathize with a sociopath.

Juries usually like to see
remorse in their killers,

and there's not gonna be any.

The night of the murder, Tally
was arguing with her brother, Torin.

The whole party, a hundred-some
people, saw them going at each other.

Well, I don't understand. How can
she be angry if she can't feel emotions?

It's complicated, but what
sociopaths like Tally do feel

are emotions
involving themselves.

That's why you don't
get joy or sadness,

because those are emotions that
come from connections to other people.

But conviction? Determination?

Those are self-contained
and self-generating.

All right, so let's cut to the
chase. Does she have an alibi?

If she does, she
doesn't remember.

- Well, that's pretty damn convenient.
- Agreed.

The thing is, she is
prone to blackouts,

and swears she can't remember anything
that happened between the confrontation

at the party and waking up to find
her brother's dead body on the floor.

The old "I just don't
remember" defense.

According to Bull, she has
suffered from fugue state blackouts

- since she was a child.
- Fugue state blackouts?

Was she asleep? Was she awake?

A fugue state is a
dissociative episode

where sufferers experience
temporary amnesia

and a lack of awareness of
themselves or their actions.

Okay, so what's the big guy say?

Does he think that this fugue
thing is a credible defense?

Does he think that
the jury will buy into it?

No. Bull wants to plead not
guilty by reason of insanity.

If Tally was in a fugue
state during the murder,

she lacked the substantial
capacity to appreciate the criminality

of her conduct when
she killed her brother.

Terrific. I'm gonna go back
to the conference room,

comb through my law books, see if I
can find any insanity plea precedents.

And with any luck, I'll
fall into a fugue state.

TAYLOR: Dr. Bull?

DA's office just sent over this
subpoena for all your old records

and any recordings
of therapy sessions

related to your
treatment of Tally North.

I don't understand. Isn't
that material privileged?

You were her doctor,
she was your patient.

Well, normally you'd be right,

but since we are raising
the insanity defense,

they are able to look at and
introduce into evidence anything

that has to do with
Tally's mental health.

I haven't looked at that stuff in
years. Let me go through it tonight

and then we'll get over
there first thing in the morning.

[SOBBING] I can't
believe she's dead.

I miss her so much.

- I never even got to say goodbye.
- BULL: Tally, stop it.

You're wasting my time.

You're manufacturing your
response, not feeling an emotion.

What are you
talking about? I'm not!

[SOBBING] She
was my favorite aunt.

And I don't know how
I'm gonna go on living.

BULL: I have every
confidence you'll find a way.

- You always know, don't you?
- BULL: That's my job, Tally.

According to the
incident reports,

the murder weapon, the scissors,
were wiped clean of fingerprints.

Dr. Diposo, you're a
forensic psychiatrist.

Have you seen this
kind of thing before?

- All the time.
- Really?

And why would a
killer do such a thing?

DIPOSO: It sort of
goes without saying.

Generally, if a murder weapon
is found wiped of fingerprints,

it indicates that the killer
was trying to hide their identity

- to avoid getting caught.
- LAWYER: That makes enormous sense.

Now, what makes less sense, and
admittedly I'm not the expert here,

you are... is it possible that
someone in a fugue state blackout

would have the presence of
mind to wipe their weapon?

Well, that's an act of specific
intent. I would find it highly unlikely.

Hmm.

And how would you interpret the fibers
found in the blood on the victim's neck

and the bloodied
sheet found nearby?

It would appear that the killer
tried to staunch the bleeding

after stabbing the victim.

My guess is the killer
experienced a moment of remorse,

regretted what he or she had done,
and wanted to try and save the victim.

LAWYER: Now, in your
professional opinion,

is that kind of remorse consistent
with someone in a fugue state, doctor?

Quite the contrary.

That would demonstrate a
high degree of self-awareness

that people in fugue
states rarely possess.

Sorry to be the bearer, but
this jury is finding the witness

extremely credible
and compelling.

At the moment, we are looking
at only a single green juror.

No, no, it's fine.

I don't care. It's all good.

LAWYER: No further
questions at this time.

One green juror,
you call that all good?

- I'll get 'em back on the cross, Bull.
- Just call for a recess.

- You sure?
- Mm-hm.

Your Honor, the defense would
like to request a short recess.

Hey, you want to tell
me what's going on?

That forensic psychiatrist, she
just declared our client not guilty.

[LAUGHS] I'm sorry, were you
in the same courtroom I was?

Sure was. She said whoever
killed Torin felt a moment of remorse.

- And?
- Remorse is a function of empathy.

You share the pain the
other person is feeling.

Sociopaths like Tally
don't have empathy.

They certainly
don't feel remorse.

Our client didn't do
this. She's not the killer.

Wait a second, wait a
second, wait a second.

Mm! Mm-mmm.

We already told the
jury that Tally did do it.

She killed her brother. Not
guilty by reason of insanity.

That was our plea. Now
we're saying she didn't do it?

- Mm.
- [LAUGHS] Oh, my goodness.

So how does this work?

Do we just go in there and
tell the jury that we were wrong?

I guess so.

JUDGE: So now you
want to change your plea?

- I do, Your Honor.
- Well, in truth, there's nothing

I can do to stop you,

but given your original plea
and your opening statement,

I fear you're gonna confuse
and frustrate the jury.

We are willing to accept
that risk, Your Honor.

Hm...

ADA Scrivener, you
have anything to say?

I just want to be clear.

You opened the door to
your client's mental health

when you entered a plea of
not guilty by reason of insanity.

I am taking the position that all of
that material we were able to access

by dint of that plea
is still on the table.

Clinical evaluations,
doctors' records,

what have you, all of
that is still admissible.

Doesn't just go away because
you changed your mind.

We understand that.
But, just so we're clear,

our client's mental health
is no longer the point.

We intend to prove
she simply didn't do it.

And sane or crazy, you
can't convict someone

for something they
simply didn't do.

JUDGE: All right, everybody
back to your corners.

And just so that I'm
clear, new plea, old plea,

this trial is proceeding
tomorrow morning at 9:00 sharp.

And please be ready to call
your first witness, gentlemen.

BULL: Years ago,
when I used to treat Tally,

if she had one of these
fugue state blackouts,

there were still always
splinters of memory.

Tiny things that she would remember
about the events that took place.

And she couldn't always make
sense of them, but they were there.

This murder, this supposed
blackout... she remembers nothing.

Which makes perfect
sense if she didn't do it.

Yeah, but having her testify
that she simply doesn't remember

is not going to convince
the jury to let her off.

I know this is easier
said than done,

but I fear the only way to prove
she didn't do it is to figure out who did.

See that? Mediocre
minds think alike.

Danny and I are way
ahead of you on this.

[CLEARS THROAT]

What have we here?

This is everyone we've been able to
confirm was in attendance at that party.

I sourced most of them from
the party's Facebook page.

These gray boxes with question
marks are still unidentified guests.

Apparently, there were
a lot of uninvited walk-ins.

- Anybody jump out at you?
- Yeah, this guy.

With the red baseball
cap with the plaid shirt.

Almost everyone that I
spoke with mentioned him.

And he brought hostess
gifts. Drugs. A lot of them.

Torin confronted him, kicked him out.
Might be something, might be nothing.

But in the meantime,
I'm tracking him down.

A shirt and a cap's not
a lot to go on, though.

Just tell me we have someone
to put on the stand tomorrow.

Colonel Mustard with the
candlestick in the parlor,

Professor Plum, Mrs.
White, I'll take anyone.

Again, mediocre minds.

This is Blake Lambert. He's
the one I'd put on the stand.

DANNY: We reached out
to him. He wants to help.

One of Torin's best friends. He's
known Torin and Tally for years.

Can speak to their history.

He was a co-host on the
party's Facebook event.

At the very least, he could speak
to how many people were there,

insinuate that the prosecution may have
jumped the gun in finding their suspect.

I mean, there were a
hundred guests at that party.

- That's 99 potential murderers.
- Sounds like a fine witness to me.

And we'll keep working.

What siblings don't fight?

Torin and Tally argued all the
time about money, pizza toppings,

what color to paint
the damn walls.

I've heard Tally yell at
him hundreds of times.

But she never tried to kill him.

She loved her brother.

So tell me about the
party. Who was there?

Who wasn't? The whole thing
got out of control pretty quickly.

It was supposed to be,
like, 20 of our friends,

but, uh, I think everyone got kind of
carried away with the plus-one thing.

Everyone was drinking,
or doing whatever.

And at one point I looked around

and realized I didn't know
who half the people were.

Now, when you say "drinking or
whatever," are you referring to drugs?

I didn't use the word "drugs."

I'm saying people were partying,
and some were partying quite hard.

So you've got this big
loft. It's filled with people.

Many of whom you
suspect are total strangers.

People are consuming
alcohol, maybe other things.

Isn't it reasonable to suspect
that any one of a number of people

could have killed
your friend Torin?

Objection. Relevance. Not to
mention he's leading the witness.

Not to mention he's asking him
for an opinion based on speculation.

- Not to mention...
- I get it. Objection sustained.

- Mr. Colón?
- No further questions.

He did that on
purpose, didn't he?

He knew that it was against the
rules, but he wanted the jury to think

about all those other people, how
any one of them could have done it.

Shh, you're giving
away all my secrets.

We just jumped from
one green juror to three.

Mr. Lambert, I'd like to
revisit the fight the defendant

and the victim were
having that evening.

Do you know what
they were fighting about?

I do. Torin had filed for legal
guardianship of his sister.

Torin was very
protective of Tally.

Okay, but you can be protective
without filing for guardianship.

Do you have any idea what
possessed him to seek a court order

declaring that his sister was
unable to manage her own affairs?

Not specifically, just that, uh,

she was becoming more and
more of a challenge to control.

Her safety, her
spending, her temper...

- I'm sorry, did you say "her temper"?
- I didn't mean it like that.

It's what I said before. They'd argue.
But I don't think he was scared of her.

I don't think anyone was scared
of her. More, uh, worried for her.

And I mean, he'd tell me how,
sometimes, she'd stay out all night.

I mean, she's... she's beautiful.
She's going to attract attention.

It's a lot for a 28-year-old
guy to deal with or worry about.

So I think he felt that both
of their lives might improve

if she were in a
place that was set up

to deal with people with
her kind of challenges.

Torin did it so that he could
get her the help that she needed.

It was for her protection.

Her protection? Are you sure?

Well, what else could it be?

Are you sure it wasn't
for his protection as well?

Your Honor, I object.

The counselor is testifying
and leading the witness and...

Thanks, Mr. Colón.
I'll take it from here.

Objection sustained. Please
get to the point, counselor.

Apologies, Your Honor.

So did Torin tell you why he felt
he needed protection from his sister?

Objection! Hearsay.
No foundation.

- What are we doing here, Your Honor?
- Sustained.

The ice is incredibly thin where
you're standing, Ms. Scrivener.

I understand, Your Honor.
Let's come at this another way.

When you would see them
together, brother and sister,

how did Torin appear,
did he look comfortable?

Sometimes yes. Sometimes no.

What about the night of
the party, did he look scared?

She was smashing liquor bottles.

He looked like he was afraid she
was gonna snap and hurt somebody.

Hurt him.

I think we all felt
the same way.

MARISSA: Forget that thing
I said about three greens.

SCRIVENER: No further
questions for this witness.

I really don't have
any new news.

Still trying to nail down our
mystery man in the red cap.

TAYLOR: I'm still knee-deep
in the social media of it all.

Trying to fill in some
of those gray boxes.

I really need to leave
now, pick up my son.

[SIGHS]

Can I throw a
crazy idea out there?

Are we missing the obvious?

And if we weren't representing her,
wouldn't she be our number-one suspect?

It's all there, Bull, means,
motive and opportunity.

Are you sure, really
sure, that Tally didn't do it?

And if you stop for a second to consider
that maybe you think she's innocent

just because you
want her to be innocent.

- Easy, Chunk.
- Uh...

You keep saying that she
couldn't have done this.

And that even if she did do it,
she never would've reversed course

to try to save him, because
that requires empathy,

and she doesn't have that.

But maybe she tried to stop
the bleeding to save herself.

Maybe she regretted what she'd done
because she didn't want to get caught.

- I'm sorry, but...
- Nothing to be sorry for.

I pay you to tell
me what you think.

Thank you.

- You done?
- Yeah.

Excellent. I will see
you all tomorrow.

[CHUNK SCOFFS QUIETLY]

You know, it took a lot of
courage for him to do that.

Prosecution's newest exhibit.
They're presenting it tomorrow.

Why didn't they
send this in last week?

Because it didn't
exist last week.

Guards did a sweep of Tally's
cell this morning, and there it was.

- [SIGHS]
- What is it?

Well, at least we know
the jury won't be out long.

BULL: [SIGHS] You want to
tell me what I'm looking at here?

I was just doing what you
taught me. Fill in the blanks.

When you have a blackout,
sketch the things you know,

and then try and sketch
the things you don't.

Make the unconscious conscious,
isn't that what you always told me?

The only things I know are
the things I'm hearing in court,

so I started there.

Just trying to process the memory
loss, see if it would jog something.

For the record, it didn't.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Tally.

I think I may have given
you some horrible advice.

What do you mean?

I think I inadvertently had you
draw yourself into a guilty verdict.

BENNY: Miss North, you don't deny
that those are your drawings, do you?

No, no. They're mine.

And you know, more often than
not, people accused of murder

do not testify at
their own trials?

The law does not
require them to,

but you chose to try
and explain the drawings

and to answer questions about your
brother's murder, isn't that correct?

- Yes.
- Tell us about these drawings.

Well, I've always drawn. Ever
since I could hold a crayon.

And my art has always
tended to be dark, violent.

It actually used to worry me.

And just to be clear, the drawings
that depict your brother's murder

were drawn after you
were jailed, correct?

After you were charged with
Torin's murder, after the trial started?

- Yes, sir.
- So...

this isn't you planning
your brother's death,

fantasizing about killing him,
imagining what it would be like?

No. It's just me taking
elements of the murder,

things I had heard
about here in court,

and piecing them together to
see if it would help me remember.

- Remember what?
- Anything.

I have absolutely no memory
of anything that happened

after I went to my bedroom,
after our disagreement.

Up until I woke up and found
my brother dead on the floor.

MARISSA: [OVER EARBUD]
You sure about this next move, Bull?

"Sure" is a strong word. I prefer
"what other choice do we have?"

Tally...

are you sad your brother's dead?

- No.
- [INDISTINCT MURMURING]

If I were you, I'd pull
a couple of dollar bills

out of my wallet
and stare at 'em,

'cause that's the last green
you're gonna be seeing for a while.

Order. Order, please.

Do you want to explain?

Look, I know it must be hard
to understand how I work.

What goes on in my head.

I just don't feel the
same things you do.

I don't get happy.
I don't get sad.

I find it really hard to care
about anyone other than myself.

Of course...

I can make you think I care.

[SOBBING]

[SNIFFLES] But it's a trick.

Something I learned
when I was very young.

I could do it when
I fell off my bike

or when I didn't get something
I wanted for my birthday.

And then one day I realized,

"Oh.

This is what they wanted me
to do when my goldfish died.

I can do that for them."

And before you ask, yes.

I know something is missing.

Something is broken, wrong.

And I feel really
lonely because of that.

I'm a part of a world that
I don't totally understand.

And one that, for the most part,
seems really frightened of me.

So I'm gonna ask you once again.

Tally, are you sad that
your brother's dead?

My brother was the only
person who ever loved me.

He just did.

Even though I
couldn't love him back.

Why would I want to
make that go away?

[BEEPING]

Oh, my goodness, we
just picked up a green.

You sound surprised. I told
you I was sure it would work.

My goodness, Miss North,

you've had a lot of therapists
in your short life, haven't you?

- Relatively speaking, I suppose.
- Hm.

And isn't it true that
one of your therapists

is now part of your defense
team, Dr. Jason Bull?

- It is.
- Can you identify him for us?

He's sitting right there.

I'd like to play a video
excerpt from a session

that you and Dr. Bull
had in June of 2003.

I believe your aunt just
died in a car accident.

[SOBBING] I can't
believe she's dead.

I miss her so much.

BULL: Okay, Tally. Stop
it. You're wasting my time.

You're manufacturing your
response, not feeling an emotion.

TALLY: What are
you talking about?

She was my favorite aunt, and I
don't know how I'm gonna go on living.

BULL: I have every
confidence you'll find a way.

- You always know, don't you?
- That's my job, Tally.

Now tell me what
you're really feeling.

How can you expect this
jury to believe a word you say

when you freely confess to this jury,
freely confess to your own therapist,

now a member of your defense
team, that your word, your behavior,

can't be trusted?

That it's just a
means to an end,

something that you do because
you know other people expect it?

Objection, Your Honor. Is the
prosecutor going to ask a question

or continue giving her closing
argument in the middle of the trial?

Objection sustained.
The jury will disregard

- ADA Scrivener's last statement.
- No, they won't.

Ask a question, counselor.

I have no further
questions, Your Honor.

Hey. [SPEAKING SPANISH]

Uh... [SPEAKS SPANISH]

- [SPEAKS SPANISH]
- Ah, ah, no, no, no, no. Come on.

- Don't you dare. Don't you dare.
- Okay. All right.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

Why don't you just use a card?

[CHUCKLES]

You know, I just have so
much extra cash lying around,

I would feel stupid if I
didn't use it. Gracias.

I'm serious.

I mean, it's not like you work at a
tollbooth and take home free samples.

How come I've never
seen you use a credit card?

Yeah, well, I'm taking it slow.

You know, I show you
all my fascinating aspects,

my credit cards,
my 401(k), my yacht,

I show you all that too soon, there
won't be any mystery left, you know?

- [PHONE VIBRATES]
- One second.

Oh, it's work.

Man, you know, every time I'm
convinced they're not coming back

to the office after
court, they do.

And every time I'm sure
they're coming back, they don't.

- I'm sorry. I gotta go.
- It's okay.

Next time on me. Hm?

Yeah. And next time
maybe I'll show you my yacht.

DANNY: So I was able to ID our
mystery man in the red baseball cap.

The thing is, he's not our killer.
His name is Brian Davidson.

And he left the party around
11:00, then he got arrested at 12:30.

The murder happened
around 3 a.m.

So unless he snuck out of
jail to do it, he's not our guy.

- What was he arrested for?
- Selling drugs.

- Marijuana, cocaine, MDMA, roofies.
- Roofies?

Tally keeps insisting the blackout
she had at the party felt different.

Normally, she has fragments of memory
from her fugues, but this last one...

Are you thinking maybe Tally
wasn't in a dissociative fugue at all?

That maybe she was roofied?

You think this Brian
Davidson's still in custody?

- I'm sure of it.
- I feel like paying him a visit.

Mr. Lambert, any idea
why we called you back?

None whatsoever.

Brian Davidson, a man
arrested for the possession

of illegal narcotics

shortly after leaving the party
the evening Torin North was killed,

identified you as having
purchased flunitrazepam from him.

You, and only you.

I mean, other people
purchased other drugs,

but only you purchased
flunitrazepam from him.

You know what
flunitrazepam is, don't you?

No, I'm not sure I do.

Roofies.
Flunitrazepam is roofies.

Objection, Your
Honor. Relevance?

Mr. North didn't die of a
flunitrazepam overdose.

I know this seems a
little out of the blue,

but I promise it will all
prove completely relevant

if Your Honor would just let
me get to where I need to go.

Objection overruled.
Continue, Mr. Colón.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Lambert, did you, in fact,
purchase roofies that night?

Well, yeah, when you
call them roofies, yeah.

[GALLERY MURMURING]

May I ask why you
purchased roofies?

Well, I have trouble
sleeping when I drink.

They knock me out.

Seems like a rather
extreme solution.

So be it.

So, tell me, did you use these
roofies while you were at the party?

No. I waited till I got home.

Till it was time to go to sleep.

Did you perhaps
inadvertently give some roofies

to anyone else that evening?

Slip them in their
drink, perhaps?

No. Of course not.
Why would I do that?

Well, it is also called
the date rape drug.

Your Honor, where
are we going with this?

Mr. Colón, I need you to bring this to
some sort of meaningful conclusion.

Yes, Your Honor. Of
course, Your Honor.

Mr. Lambert, is
it your testimony

that the only person who consumed
these roofies you purchased

- that evening was yourself?
- As far as I'm aware, yes.

Your Honor, I'd like to
introduce into evidence

this party cup taken
from the defendant's room

- at the night of the murder.
- Objection, Your Honor. Foundation?

BENNY: I refer exhibit 172,

a time-stamped crime scene photo showing
this cup originally found in the room.

- This is one and the same.
- I'll allow it.

Yeah, we'll also be introducing
into evidence a report, Your Honor,

detailing that trace
amounts of flunitrazepam

were found inside of the cup,

as well as Blake Lambert's fingerprints,
which were found on the outside.

Uh, and there was another set of
fingerprints that were found on there

too, Mr. Lambert, Tally North's.

Okay. Maybe she handed
me the cup or something.

- I don't remember.
- Did you drug Tally North?

- [GALLERY MURMURING]
- [GAVEL BANGS]

Let the witness answer, please.

No.

No.

Do you happen to remember a
woman by the name of Leah Carpenter?

Objection. Again, relevance?

Your Honor, please. I
promise we're almost there.

Overruled. Witness
will answer the question.

- Yes.
- Yes! Yes.

She attended Rennich University with
you and she accused you of date rape.

Putting something in her drink, then
following her back to her dorm room

and holding her down,
and you know the rest.

This is completely unfair. That was
just... that was a misunderstanding.

No one pressed charges.

We have their full attention, but we
still haven't changed enough minds.

Oh, trust me, their
minds are changed.

They're just too damned entertained
to take a minute and let us know.

The night of the party, did you
follow Tally back to her room?

- No.
- Did you hold her down?

- No.
- Did you rip her shirt?

- Bruise her skin?
- No.

Did Torin, her brother
Torin, your best friend Torin,

walk in on you taking
advantage of his comatose sister?!

No, no, no! You
can't prove that!

Nothing further, Your Honor.

BENNY: Reasonable doubt.

Uh, you look it up
in the dictionary,

and there'd be a picture of
all of us sitting here today.

There'd also be a definition.

Something along the
lines of "lack of proof

that prevents a judge or a jury

from convicting a defendant
for the charged crime."

Only Torin North and his killer know
exactly what happened in that room.

But you've heard
all the evidence.

Or have you?

I've yet to hear a single piece of
evidence that points to my client

having done this.

But I've heard a great deal
to suggest an alternate theory.

I believe that Torin
walked in on his best friend,

Blake Lambert,

standing over his
semi-conscious sister.

Her shirt ripped,
her arms bruised.

And he was fiercely
protective of his sister.

So he did what any
brother would do.

Blake fought back.

Grabbed the scissors
from Tally's desk

and plunged them into
his best friend's neck.

And as Torin's blood spilled
on an unconscious Tally,

he had a moment of regret.

He doesn't suffer from ASPD,
antisocial personality disorder.

No. No, no.

He's just an
old-fashioned rapist

who suddenly realized that he
might have killed his best friend,

so he tried to
stop the bleeding.

Realized that wasn't going to
work, so he wiped the murder weapon

and left Tally passed
out on the bed.

So that when she came to,

confronted with her
brother's slain body,

and having no memory of what
happened due to the flunitrazepam,

she'd be forced to carry around the
knowledge that she might have done this.

That it was her fault,

her doing, her crime.

But she didn't.

She didn't do it.

Tally is simply just
another victim, and... and...

[SCOFFS] what an
obscene joke that is.

You know, the person responsible
for this crime is trusting that you,

the jury, will lean on your
own preconceived notions

on what it means
to be a sociopath,

what it means to be
devoid of emotion,

what it means
to be mentally ill.

The killer's counting on it.

And so is the ADA.

But Tally and I know
you know better.

In fact, she's betting
her life on it. Thank you.

JUDGE: Has the
jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We, the jury, find the
defendant, Tally North,

not guilty of the
murder of Torin North.

It's okay. It's about you.

So what happens now?

I found something that
I'd like you to consider.

It's a residential facility.

No locks. You can
leave any time you want.

Just sign yourself out.
It's all in your control.

But you have a room there.

Everything is set
and ready for you,

and if it's not the right fit,
we'll find you something else.

It's what your
brother wanted for you

to get back to that sense
of feigned normalcy.

Feigned normalcy.
Something we can all aspire to.

You know, when you left me
all those years ago, I understood.

I didn't like it, but...

I understood.

And I also felt,
strongly, somehow,

that... you weren't
really gone forever.

And you weren't.

Thank you for being there.

Oh.

Tally, thank you
for saying that.

I'm just messing with you.

So where's this place
you want me to try?

Well...