Bull (2016–…): Season 4, Episode 1 - Labor Days - full transcript

Seven, six, five, four,

three, two, one.

- Happy New Year!
- Hey, bartender lady!

Hey.

I know it's New
Year's Eve and all,

but don't you think
maybe you've had enough?

How about some food?

Fish and chips? Tater Tots?

Something with some absorption?

♪ And auld lang syne?

♪ For auld lang syne...



Give me a minute.

♪ For auld lang syne... ♪

I think we need
to cut this guy off.

No, don't cut him off.
Offer him some food.

- Did that.
- Come on.

It's a holiday crowd. I
don't want any trouble.

I don't want to start anything.

Give him another and
maybe he'll pass out.

Maybe he'll leave.

So, let me be the first.

Happy New Year.

If you say so.

So, you have any big plans?

You make any resolutions?



Nope. I'm done with the future.

♪ I don't know
if there'll be snow

♪ But have a cup of cheer

♪ Have a holly jolly Christmas

♪ And when you
walk down the street

♪ Say hello to friends you know

♪ And everyone you meet

♪ Oh, ho, the mistletoe

♪ Hung where you can see

♪ Somebody waits for you -

♪ Kiss her once for me... ♪

That guy, the one I
wanted to cut off, he just left.

Problem solved.

No. He's getting in a car.

- His own car.
- Where are you going?

He's driving and he's blind
drunk. I should follow him.

If I can get a cab.

What are you talking
about? You can't leave.

- Hey, taxi!
- It's New Year's Eve!

Yes, I want to report what
looks like an impaired driver.

His license plate? Sure.

It's CX... oh, wait a
second, he's turning.

Uh... slow down?

Looks like he's
turning into a driveway.

- ♪ Sing with me, sing for the years...
- Looks like he's done for the night.

Sorry to have bothered you.

♪ Sing with me

♪ Just for today, maybe tomorrow

♪ The good Lord
will take you away... ♪

Can you take me back
to where you got me?

No, no.

♪ Sing with me, just for today ♪

Oh, Bull.

- It's unanimous.
- Not yet it isn't.

All I need is one
juror. One green juror.

A great closing argument could
turn this whole thing around.

We're ready to hear
closing arguments.

Oh, man, talk about pressure.
I would not want to be that guy.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury...

I mean, what is there to say?

Thank you for your attention.

Wow.

I don't know if this is
just an optical illusion,

but I'd almost swear all
the jurors just got redder.

I miss Benny.

Danny.

Thanks for coming.
Thanks for doing this.

You were right.

It's all in there. He's
a repeat offender.

This guy's as slippery as
a fish covered in Vaseline.

Mm-hmm.

He's your client, isn't he?

Hey.

The slippery deserve as vigorous a
defense as those of us with traction.

Oh, Benny.

What did we say? 300 bucks?

I don't want your money.

Benny, why don't
you give Bull a call?

Eh, what are you talking
about? We're good.

Really? The two of
you have spoken?

Benny, you're a great lawyer.

But look at the people
you're representing.

Yeah, well, I've never been
good at the getting the clients part.

Well, you know, Bull isn't as good
at the winning cases part without you.

He'll be fine. We'll be fine.

Thanks for this.

Either of you a father?

Well, my wife...

my ex-wife... it's a long story...
we're expecting in four months.

I have a 19-year-old who's
finishing her second year of college.

My daughter's 22.

Worked as a bartender to
put herself through school.

You remember hearing
about the Crosley Street killings

in Brooklyn last year?

Yeah.

Guy walks into his ex-wife's house on
New Year's Eve with a .357 Magnum.

Massacres her
and her four guests.

Shoots them all at
point-blank range.

Then the police came and
shot and killed the shooter.

His name was Eugene Hobbs.

My daughter Patricia served
Mr. Hobbs six shots of tequila

in the two hours
preceding the shooting.

Yesterday, not quite two years
after the crime was committed,

Patricia was arrested for
involuntary manslaughter

in the deaths of
those five people.

I will pay anything if you
can successfully defend her.

So,

who are you gonna get?

City's filled with great
lawyers. I'll find one.

You know it's not that simple.

It's not just about being great.

It's about finding someone
who knows when to listen to you

and, with all due respect,
when to ignore you.

And that does not
happen overnight.

And what do you
suggest I do, Mr. Palmer?

I suggest that you go to Benny
and you beg him to come back.

I need your brother.

What's the matter?

Am I not enough for you?

Have you tried the phone?

Yep. He won't return my calls.

Write him an e-mail.

Invite him to dinner.

I did that. He didn't respond.

Well, just talk to the
court clerk and find out

when he's going to trial
and plant yourself there.

And beg him.

You're the second person
to use that word today.

I am not gonna beg him. He
assaulted me in front of four people.

I'm not gonna beg him.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury...

people do not get out
of bed in the morning

and think to themselves,
"Maybe I'll take a fall today.

Maybe I'll slip on
the subway stairs,

wrench my back, sprain
my neck, break a rib,

and spend a month in the
hospital in extraordinary pain

so that I can sue the city of
New York for a million dollars."

People do not do that.

People do, however,
sometimes lose their balance.

Particularly on a rainy
day, when the steps are wet

and the city does nothing to
control the number of people

at a given subway station

and folks are pushing
and shoving and...

Now the defense has not
allowed a single minute to go by

without reminding you that my
client has fallen several times before.

We don't deny that.

But as the expert
witness pointed out,

it is not unusual for a
man of Mr. Condron's

size and age to
have some challenges

with regard to
equilibrium and mobility.

But we are not here to adjudicate
Mr. Condron's physical limitations.

We are here to decide
whether the city bears

any responsibility
in what happened.

And I think the answer
is pretty doggone clear.

Mr. Colón.

Mr. Colón.

- I just want to say thank you.
- Hmm.

I think you did a
hell of a job in there.

Ah. Sorry I wasn't
able to do better by you.

Hey, come on.

The city's paying
for my hospital bills,

my lawyer bills.

There's no crime in
breaking even, right?

Who knows?

Maybe we'll do this
again sometime, huh?

God, I hope not.

Didn't I see that guy on the
cover of Slip and Sue magazine?

What are you doing?

Earning a living.
What are you doing?

Seeing what it would
take to get you back.

Truthfully,

I don't think you're capable
of doing what it would take.

I'll do anything.

No. You're not hearing me.

I didn't say you
wouldn't want to.

I said I didn't think you could.

Name it.

Respect me. Show
me some respect.

Done.

You know, if you really
understood what respect was,

you wouldn't have
answered that so quickly.

What are you talking about?
I've always respected you, Benny.

Really?

Accepting cases
without consulting me?

It's my company, Benny.

All these years in court together,
have you ever once asked my opinion?

- My point of view?
- This is ridiculous.

Ah, unless we forget
what you did to my sister

at my father's funeral.

We're having a baby.

We're very happy,

and the only thing
we're missing is you.

Oh, don't you worry,
gonna be there for the baby

and I'm always
there for my sister.

I know you're hurt.

I know you're looking for someone to
blame, someone to unload the hurt on,

but sometimes
things just happen.

They just do.

Words of wisdom coming from
a man who fornicates at funerals.

Come on. You know and I know
why you're here. You need me.

Yes. I do.

Well, you can start
with an apology.

I am sorry.

Unprompted. Like
you actually meant it.

Well, let's not forget you
punched me. Where's my apology?

You should check the
weather in hell, my friend.

Where are you going?

Oh, yeah, the trial's over.

You gonna hit the streets, see if you
can find a new ambulance to chase?

Did you just give me the finger?

So I went to the owner.

It just seemed really clear to me
that we needed to cut the guy off.

But not because you thought
he might do harm to someone?

No, no. Uh, I had no
way of knowing that.

Just because he
seemed so out of it.

But the owner disagreed?

He was worried the
guy would make a scene.

The place was packed.
He didn't want an incident.

So you gave him another drink?

I didn't feel I had a choice.

I needed my job.

Pretty good witness,
wouldn't you say?

I mean, she was so
concerned for the man's safety,

she followed him home.

By the way, we are still on the
hunt for the cabbie who drove her.

I think he could be
an important witness.

Whatever you say, but
I don't want to go to trial.

I don't follow.

Well, let's look at
the endgame here.

The man who killed all those
people, he was shot dead by the police.

The bar itself has gone out of business,
and the owner's nowhere to be found.

And the victim's family are
looking for their pound of flesh,

and the only flesh they
can find is your client,

who, by the way,
happens to be the daughter

of a very wealthy man.

You lost me.

What does this have to
do with us not going to trial?

Let me finish. Managing situations
like this, it's what I do for a living.

Tomorrow morning I'm
gonna go down to the D.A.,

see if I can get this pled
down to a misdemeanor.

She would still have a record,

and given the
hysteria in the media,

she would almost
certainly do jail time.

Yeah, but not 20 years.

And we avoid a criminal trial
altogether and get right to the main event.

Which is?

The civil trial.

I mean, bottom line,
they may not know it yet,

but what all these victims'
families are really looking for

is settlement money
from your client.

And then,

once everybody's got
their "feel better" money,

it'll be easy to get
our girl early release.

On the other hand,
we could go to court,

make our case, convince a jury,

and then there
would be no jail time,

there would be no civil trial,
there would be no settlements,

and, I don't know, that
kind of makes sense to me

because she didn't do anything.

You're not hearing me,
Dr. Bull. I'm not going to trial.

Mr. Perry, keep in
mind, I hired you.

Dr. Bull, you came to me

because you needed somebody to
ride shotgun with you on this thing.

Now, you don't come to a firm like
mine because you want to go to trial.

You come to a firm
like mine to avoid trial.

Trials are crapshoots.

Juries are crapshoots.
Deals and pleas are not.

Now, I know court's
where you live

and juries are what
made you who you are,

so I understand you'd
have an exaggerated

sense of comfort there, but...

We're going to trial.

I haven't been inside a
courtroom in seven years,

and I'm damn proud of it.

It's a slow and
irritating process

and a terrible use
of people's time.

My time, anyway.

I'm guessing your regular
guy is in the hospital?

- On vacation? Otherwise indisposed?
- Something like that.

Okay, I'm gonna do you a favor.

I know you're not a lawyer,
so I'm gonna ask the court

for a one-month
continuance on your behalf.

You know, take the
month, wait for your guy.

Month will get it done, right?

No.

It's not your problem.
I appreciate the offer.

I'll be fine.

Steve. Steven!

Hey.

You know what?

I think you're right.

Let's do everything
we can to avoid a trial.

Wait, so...

so now you're saying you,
you want to do this thing?

I get a good feeling from you,
and I think we'd work well together.

Huh. Well, me, too.

- Thanks for lunch.
- Yeah.

Mr. Valerian, good afternoon.

- You here by yourself?
- Indeed I am.

No Marissa, not this time.

I wanted a word
with you privately.

Okay. How can I help you?

I know... you know my
wife had a change of heart

with regards to our
plans for starting a family,

but I wanted to talk with
you, kind of off the record,

about a couple of things. First,

I would hope you haven't
disposed of her eggs just yet.

No, I don't believe
so, not quite yet.

Well, what I was wondering was,

is there a way I could pay
you to keep them in storage

without my wife
knowing about it?

Why don't you tell
me the second thing?

Surprise, surprise. I
want to freeze my sperm.

I just...

I want to make sure we
have everything we need

in case she changes
her mind again.

Mr. Valerian...

now I need to talk to
you "off the record."

So we'll save the taxpayers
money and the courts time,

and our client'll come in,

plead guilty to a
misdemeanor, and we'll just

shuffle this off to the civil
courts where it belongs.

Misdemeanor?

Yeah, I was thinking, uh,
reckless endangerment,

but we're totally
open to anything

the district attorney's
office wants to suggest.

And how do you feel
about this, Dr. Bull?

Uh, not sure my
feelings really matter.

Mr. Perry is the lead
attorney on this case.

So you think she's guilty?

Because this feels
like the kind of strategy

one would employ
for a guilty client.

In my opinion, no, I
don't think she's guilty.

She served the man
some drinks, she didn't

buy the bullets, she
didn't load the gun.

- Then what are you doing here?
- Uh, he's here because I'm here.

Because I genuinely believe this
is the most prudent course of action.

The girl doesn't deny she served
the man, so let's cut to the chase.

We all know that this is gonna end
up in the insurance company's lap.

It's gonna be about
money. I say let's get to it.

Where is that lawyer
you used to work with?

I always sensed that
fellow had a conscience.

- Hey.
- Let me lay my cards on the table.

I have six dead bodies to answer
for, four grieving families to answer to,

and I don't think "misdemeanor"
is the answer they're looking for.

And I don't think money
is what's on their minds.

Not yet.

So I'm gonna see this thing
through in a court of law.

The charge is still
manslaughter, gentlemen.

Thank you for dropping by.

Huh. Well, who'd
have guessed it?

A.D.A. is a true
believer, a holy roller.

Well, you win some,
you lose some.

I'll tell you what,
I'm gonna send

an associate of mine
over to sit with you in court.

Yeah, like I told you before,
musty old wooden rooms

and men and women in robes
banging hammers on tables,

it's not my thing.

And mark my words, you're just
gonna end up in the same place,

sitting around a big conference
room table talking about money.

You're fired.

I beg your pardon?

You're fired.

When are you coming home, Daddy?

When I solve this problem.

Jason...

why don't you just
let me call my brother?

He'll understand. You
need a continuance.

Enough time to
find another lawyer.

I'm sure he'd be willing to call
the judge and get that for you.

No, please don't.

Well, then why
don't you call him?

And say what?

Hold on a sec.

I have called every lawyer
we have ever worked with.

It's 20 after 9:00.
Nobody's picking up.

Hmm. I got to figure this out.

Okay. I'll just find some
other guy to rub my feet.

You do that.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna show up in
court tomorrow like a man,

and when the judge
asks where my lawyer is,

I'm gonna cry like a baby

and hope she and my
client take pity on me.

Now, out of my way.
I got some feet to rub.

Hello, you've reached
Benjamin Colón.

Please leave a message.

I'm sorry.

I'm so damn sorry,
you have no idea.

Hey, sorry I'm late. There
was an accident on West Street.

All rise.

Uh, the thing is, the attorneys
and I last night had a...

a difference of
opinion, and we, uh...

Good morning, counsel. Are we
ready to proceed with voir dire?

We certainly are, Your Honor.

- And counsel for the defense?
- We certainly are, Your Honor.

♪ Ooh...

♪ Oh...

♪ Ah... ♪

Thank you.

For what?

Getting through voir dire?

You wrote the questions,
I just asked them.

How do you feel about the jury?

I think we did
the best we could.

All we can do is appeal
to their sense of fair play.

- Mm.
- I mean, we wouldn't even be here if...

that bar hadn't burned down
and the owner hadn't fled town.

If there were somebody
else to go after.

If the police hadn't
shot the killer.

Not much to hang a defense on.

So, I've lined
up the cab driver.

He's all set to talk about how
Patricia followed her customer home

and wouldn't leave till he
was safely in the house.

Yeah, he's scheduled to come in tomorrow
so he and I can go over his testimony.

- Excellent.
- Thanks, Chunk.

And by going back and
combing through the newspaper,

television, and Web
coverage of the shooting,

I was able to track down
witnesses from the bar

who overheard the conversation
between Patricia and the owner.

How she made it very clear she didn't
want to serve any more drinks to Hobbs,

but he pretty much
ordered her to do it.

Well, there you go. Jurors
have to respond to that.

- We can only hope.
- You know,

I've actually been thinking about
another way to come at this thing.

What are you talking about?

Well, respectfully...

I've been thinking
about it all day,

and I have an
idea for a narrative.

A thought on a way
to present this case.

From a legal standpoint.

Oh... you do?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

Why are you acting so surprised?

Am I acting surprised?

I guess I am. Okay.

I am. It's just normally
you leave the...

narrative strategy to me.

Well, to be honest, a lot of the
times, I have ideas of my own.

I just don't present 'em to you.

And why is that?

I guess I sort of get the sense
like they might not be welcome.

Well, respectfully back,

that is ridiculous.

- Really?
- Yeah. Absolutely.

What is your idea? What is your
narrative? What's your strategy?

Causation.

- Causation.
- Causation.

Personally, I don't like going into a trial
where I have to count on the possibility

that the jurors might realize
it's not fair to blame our client.

I'd prefer to prove that one thing
had nothing to do with the other.

That the killer drinking those drinks
did not cause him to bust into that house

and kill his estranged wife and
all those people, that there was...

no causation.

And therefore, our client
bears no responsibility.

You think you can prove that?

Respectfully, I do.

With the team's help, of course.

You just don't
understand juries.

Oh?

I don't understand juries, huh?

I see.

Spent my whole adult life in
court, but that counts for nothing,

- says the jury whisperer.
- Okay,

I promise you every single
person in that jury box

at some point in their
lives has had a run-in

with someone who drank too much,
and I guarantee you they felt threatened.

I don't deny that, but
did they blame the person

who poured the drink or
the person who drank it?

I... I know it might not be my
place to say... but I think Benny

- is onto something.
- You're right, it's not your place.

Well, if she's out of line, then
I'm definitely looking for work,

because what he's
talking about sounds like...

a real defense.

And what I said?

It sounds like a point of view.

An... And, look,
you may be right,

but when the smoke clears,

no matter where
this thing ends up,

we all want to feel like we
actually defended our client,

and not stand around and let

whatever you're convinced is
gonna happen just... happen.

Hmm.

Causation.

Rhymes with "exoneration."

Let's hope it works.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

the law is very clear
and straightforward

about situations like these.

It is virtually irrefutable
that the defendant,

through her actions,
through her willingness

to serve an apparently
already inebriated man

more alcohol, set in
motion a series of events

that led to all this
bloodshed and heartache.

And the law has a name for that.

Involuntary manslaughter.

So, even though someone
doesn't actually pull the trigger,

she must still be
held responsible

for all that she did that
contributed to this horrific tragedy.

On New Year's Eve,

the day of these
unforgivable killings,

Eugene Hobbs had breakfast
at the Crosstown Diner.

Had they not served
him, isn't it possible

that he might not
have had the energy

to commit his monstrous
crime later that day?

And yet, where's the waiter that
brought him his bacon and eggs?

Why isn't he here...

sitting beside my client,

shouldering his portion
of the responsibility?

Or the gas station
that sold him the gas

that made it possible for him to
drive to his estranged wife's home.

Or the company that sold him
the winter coat he was wearing

that made it bearable for
him to go out in the cold

to do what he did.

I mention all this
because the prosecution,

in explaining his case against
my client, left out one vital element.

That's causation.

It's causation. Th... That's
really the question here.

Did what my client do
actually cause these killings?

Let me put it another way.

Had my client not
served Mr. Hobbs,

is it reasonable to suppose
that he would not have gone

to his estranged wife's
home and done what he did?

Ladies and gentlemen,
as I will demonstrate

during this trial, the
facts do not support that.

One did not cause the other.

And, folks, if I can prove to you
that one did not cause the other,

then you have no choice
but to find my client not guilty.

Thank you.

Tell me what you see.

I'll tell you what I don't see.

I don't see any takers.

Well, he's telling them there
may not be a bogeyman.

Or woman.

That there may not be a living
and breathing human being

left to punish, that they
may not have someone

that's still alive
left to blame.

And that's not fun to hear,
so let's give it some time.

So, as a city medical
examiner, Dr. Ferrel,

you performed autopsies
not just on the five victims

- but on the shooter as well.
- I did.

And can you tell us about the
shooter's blood alcohol level?

He was pretty close to a .23.

And the legal limit is?

.08.

So, almost three
times the legal limit.

That is correct.

I have nothing further for
this witness at this time.

Dr. Ferrel, you supervised
all of the autopsies

for all the victims, as
well as the shooter?

I did.

And how many shots were
actually fired by the shooter?

Five.

And there were how many victims?
Not including the gunman himself.

Five.

Wow. The shooter
didn't waste a single shot.

Doesn't sound like he
was all that impaired to me.

Maybe just drunk enough
to actually go through with it.

Ah, I see, I see.

So you are suggesting
that perhaps the alcohol

gave him the courage to
commit these terrible crimes?

Okay, and what in your
autopsy findings led you to that?

Nothing. It's just a hunch.

Just a hunch.

Okay, let's talk science.

Let's talk statistics.

Would it surprise you to know
that the Center for Disease Control

did a study of mass
shootings in America?

Mass shootings being any
shooting in a single place

in which four or more people
are shot dead at the same time.

And they discovered, unlike domestic,
single-victim shootings, which tend to be

spontaneous acts of passion,

mass shootings almost
never involve alcohol or drugs.

And they found this puzzling,
so they interviewed the shooters,

and you know what
they discovered?

Shooting a lot
of people is hard.

It takes planning,
it takes focus,

and apparently that's
why, by and large,

no alcohol or drugs
figured into these shootings.

And when they did,

it had nothing to do with
the killings themselves.

It was usually because the
shooter had been drinking

to celebrate an
anniversary or birthday.

Or maybe even the New Year.

Objection. Is Mr. Colón testifying, or is
he gonna ask the witness a question?

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Sometimes I get excited
and I just start talking.

Objection sustained.

The jury will disregard
counsel's comment.

Well, maybe they
will, maybe they won't.

Your brother was a
real superstar today.

Prosecution put
on a full-court press.

Of course, tomorrow
we put on our case.

And don't tell Benny, but I for one am
gonna bring an extra pair of underwear.

I have a feeling
it's gonna get ugly.

You don't sound optimistic.

I didn't say I wasn't
rooting for your brother.

It's just...

people need someone to pay,

even if it's just
Mrs. O'Leary's cow.

Is it just juries that
you've lost faith in,

or... all of humanity?

It's everyone. Pretty
much the whole species.

Then...

why are we having this baby?

Well, it's like I
told your brother...

Sometimes things
happen. They just do.

I didn't ask you how,

I asked you why.

Maybe, way down deep...

I'm hoping I'm wrong.

So, how long did
you know the shooter?

How long were you
friends with the shooter?

Since high school.

So you were around when
he met his estranged wife?

When they started dating?
When they got engaged?

Yup. He couldn't believe it.
He thought he'd won the lotto.

So they were young and in love?

Until they weren't. I
remember him telling me,

he said that one day
everything just changed,

that she wouldn't hold his hand,

she wouldn't let him kiss
her, wouldn't let him touch her,

didn't want to listen to
anything he had to say.

And how did he react to that?

Not well.

For a while he was just
depressed, and then he got mad.

And did he ever discuss
seeking some kind of revenge?

Yes.

And did this revenge
involve guns?

Yes.

And when did these
conversations start?

About three months
before the killings.

Three months.

Thank you. No further
questions, Your Honor.

So your testimony is,

your best friend tells you
he wants to shoot his wife,

and you didn't call the
police? You didn't call his wife?

No.

May I ask why not?

Honestly?

I thought he was just trying
to blow off some steam.

I mean, come on.

Who kills their wife?

Your best friend did.

Your best friend did.

So, is that the gun
you sold the shooter?

- Certainly the same make and model.
- And when did the sale take place?

Uh... right around Thanksgiving.

About five weeks
before the killings?

Yes, sir.

Do you have any knowledge
regarding whether the shooter

had ever fired a gun
prior to the shootings?

He mentioned to
me that he hadn't.

Wanted to know if I could
point him towards a range

where he could practice,
get comfortable with it.

And how often would the shooter
bring his gun to your range?

Three or four times a week.

Three or four times a week.

Every week in the weeks
leading up to the shooting?

Uh-huh. Even Christmas.

We got him signing in
and we've got him on video.

Now, your sister and her husband
died on the night of the massacre.

Yes. They were
all great friends.

My sister and her husband,
another friend and her husband,

and of course...

The shooter's estranged wife.

Okay.

Now, this New Year's Eve party,

this is something
they did every year?

Every year since the
end of high school.

It was just the three couples,

except this year it
was two and a half.

- Because the shooter wasn't invited.
- No.

But he knew about it.

Like I said, it
happened every year.

And I'm sure it
hurt his feelings,

along with everything
else that was going on.

So you don't think
it was an accident

that he chose this particular night
to go back home with a firearm?

No. He knew exactly what to expect
when he walked through the door.

Thank you, Ms. Parker.

Oh, uh, one last question.

How well did you
know the shooter?

Pretty well.

Since the end of high school,
like the rest of them. Why?

And...

did you know him
to be a drinker?

Yeah. Sure. Gene could
drink with the best of them.

So the idea that he
would have to drink

to summon up the
courage to do something...?

Based on my experience?

Gene would drink to drink.

Thanks again, Ms. Parker.

Marissa?

I've only got two little
sprouts on my end.

Okay, that's a beginning.

Let's see what closing
arguments bring.

So he came up with the plan
three months before it happened,

bought the gun about six
weeks before it happened,

started practicing five
weeks before the big day,

and drank every time he
had the money and the time.

So how does my
client fit into all this?

From everything I
can tell, she doesn't.

Now, uh, a guy I work with,

a guy I really, um, respect...

we got into this thing at work.

I was in the middle
of a tough time.

My dad had just died, my
sister's marriage fell apart,

bunch of other things. Some
had to do with him, some didn't.

Anyway,

I got really angry
with this guy.

And somewhere deep down inside,

without really
thinking about it,

I decided to
blame it all on him.

Now, eventually,
we... we patched it up,

and I remember at one point him
saying to me, "I know you're hurt.

I know you're looking
for someone to blame,

someone to unload
all that hurt on,

but, you know, sometimes

things just happen.
They just do."

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

I think Eugene Hobbs made
a decision to do something,

and whether or not my
client served him those drinks,

he was going to do it.

Because, you know, sometimes

things just happen.

They just do.

So, where does that leave us?

I am staring at a perfect
mix of red and green.

- Six and six.
- Mm.

What did she say?

Six, six.

Split right down the middle.

Well, that sounds
pretty good, right?

Yes and no.

Either side needs a
unanimous verdict to prevail.

And what happens
if it's just a standoff?

We get to do
this all over again,

and your life stays on
hold for another year or so.

Anything?

A call or text?

Anything from the courthouse?

I'm afraid the silence
has been deafening.

Entrez vous.

Hey.

What do you hear?

Nothing.

Oh, Patricia.

That poor girl.

She must be going
out of her mind.

I'm sorry, Bull.

Sorry I got you into this thing.

I'm sorry I didn't get
it past the goal line.

I'm sorry I didn't
bring it home.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I just don't
understand juries.

Oh, Benny.

I was wrong.

I've been wrong
about everything.

Watching you in
court, I turned green.

People are my business.

I'm supposed to know what
they think before they even think it.

And I got to tell you,
most of the time lately...

the world seems so crazy.

- People seem so crazy to me.
- Hmm.

Makes me terrified
for the world...

my kid is gonna grow up in.

How long you think
they're gonna make us wait?

The jury?

As long as it takes, I'm afraid.

So, wait, that's your big
New Year's Eve story?

That's how it ends?
It can't end like that.

I mean, did the jury finally
come back with a verdict?

Not really.

After 13 days, they
just kind of gave up.

Told the court they were
hopelessly deadlocked.

And then they had
to do it all over again?

No.

The district attorney
dropped the charges.

Well, wait a second,
why would he do that?

Well, the way my dad and
my uncle explained it to me,

he said back to them the same
thing they kept saying to each other:

"I guess sometimes things just
happen. Sometimes they just do."

Yeah, I get that.

But I don't think that
could happen today.

I kind of think the world must've
been much simpler back then.

Come on, you two, get in here.

It's almost next year.

Hey, time's a-wasting.
Ball's about to drop.

Okay, Dad. Okay, Uncle Benny.

We'll be right in.