Bull (2016–…): Season 4, Episode 5 - Billboard Justice - full transcript

Hi. My name is Jessica Lee,
and I am...

was an entertainer
at the Maverick Men's Club

just off the West Side Highway.

Three weeks ago,
at around 12:30,

Nathan Alexander,
the big real estate guy,

paid me $100 to go into
the Champagne Room with him.

Now, when you go
into the Champagne Room

at a place like the Maverick,

you're guaranteeing
your customer

three fully‐nude lap dances.
Three songs.

There's not supposed
to be any touching,



but there almost always is.

And I have never done it myself,

but the other girls tell me
that you can negotiate

to do other things in there.

It's a private room.
There are no cameras.

Anyway...

We're in there,
and I'm completely naked.

And he's got on a suit,
like you would expect.

I'm into the second song,
and I'm doing what I guess

you would call the "lap" part
of the dance.

And I look down,
and I notice that his fly...

Sorry. Didn't mean
to frighten you.

So it looks like
Marissa's not coming in today.

Something personal going on.



And I'm gonna be
out of the office

running down some things
on an upcoming case, so,

Marissa told me to tell you,
uh, that she's counting on you.

Okay, so, what is it
she needs me to do?

Well, uh,
nobody's in court today,

so, it's really just about Bull.

If he needs something,
do your best to help him out.

Now I just texted you
a temporary password

that's gonna get you
into Marissa's files

and Bull's schedule.

Beyond that, you're on your own.

Finally he gets off me.

He just leaves the room.
Anyway...

I told the manager
what happened,

and he asked me
if I knew who that guy was.

And, um, he told me
that that guy is

about a thousand times
more important than I am.

Then he told me

that they were overbooked
for the next couple of weeks,

that I shouldn't even bother
coming in.

Marissa?! Oh.

Well, the keeper
of the calendar is here.

Uh, Thursday at 3:00 p.m.
I have an ultrasound?

Bet you didn't even know
I was expecting.

I'm shocked and amazed.

I'll go find my little pass code
and get back to you shortly.

Thank you.
Three days later, she realizes

she really needs
to go to the police.

Taylor? But they tell
her there's no evidence,

so there's no case.

That the D. A. isn't going
to court

unless he can win,
and without evidence...

And he's definitely not going
to court to take on someone

as well‐connected
as Nathan Alexander

unless the case is rock‐solid.
Yeah, he's right.

I don't think so.

I don't think there's anything
right about it.

Look at it from the district
attorney's point of view.

The woman is a stripper.

She takes her clothes off
for a living.

She entices for a living.
And what's the net‐net?

A man was enticed.

Now, I'm not saying
I agree with it,

but it's tough to make that case
in front of a jury.

That stripper's a woman.
A human being.

Someone violated the law.
Someone violated her.

She says, but can't prove.
Anyway...

she posted this video
because she needs help.

A lawyer and some publicity
to maybe force the D. A.'s hand.

And it made me think about
your law clinic at school.

You've already got something.
You're busy, aren't you? Yeah.

Oh, wow.
Like a right‐to‐life thing?

Kind of. It's a lot of things.

My point is,
my calendar's really full.

Right. Calendar.

Calendar. Oh, no. Bull?

Bull, sorry it took me so long.
You are all clear for Thursday.

I'll put it down for 3:00 p. m.

Knock, knock, knock.

Can I ask you a question
that would definitely fall

into the category
of "none of my business"?

Why do you guys have a meeting

with Nathan Alexander
on the books? I'm just curious.

Read about him in the paper,
see his picture lots of places.

Yeah, he does
take a good picture, doesn't he?

Honestly, I have no idea.
We don't do real estate law.

He must have approached Bull
privately.

Why? You want me to get you
invited to the meeting?

Nope, not necessary. Thanks.

Can I ask you another question?
A legal question?

Hmm. I'm gonna have
to start billing you, Taylor.

If you meet with a client,
a prospective client,

and they have a case, do you
ever meet with the other side‐‐

the person they're suing,

or the person
they're accusing of something‐‐

to see which side of the case
you want to represent?

Nope. Doesn't work that way.

Once you meet with one side
of the legal dispute,

you're forbidden from meeting
with the other side.

Part of the code of conduct.
Always has been. Forbidden, huh?

Long as I've been doing it.

So it's kind of...
whoever gets there first.

Yeah, you could say that. Aha.

Jessica?

I'm Taylor.

We spoke on the phone?

From Homeland Security?
Well, not anymore.

I, uh... sorry if I
wasn't clear on the phone.

I‐I work at a
legal firm now. Well, whatever.

I'm just... blown away
that you want to help me.

And I do. I want
to help you.

The thing is, the
lawyer I arranged

to meet us isn't here yet,
so I'm gonna bring you inside,

get you seated, and then, um,

wait out here for him.
Are you okay with that? Uh, sure.

Taylor? Hey. Sorry.

I didn't get a chance
to go home and change.

Not to worry.

She's a very, very casual girl.
Ah.

I just... I don't know.

I thought you two
might hit it off.

And like I told you, she's
having some legal problems.

Probably gonna ask you
a ton of questions.

Great icebreaker.

All right.

Taylor, Taylor, Taylor.

Is that her? That's her.

Boy.
She looks awfully young.

So do you.

Ah.

Taylor, I know you mean well,
but I'm thinking

that maybe this isn't
such a good idea.

Well, how will we
know if you don't try?

Come on, Benny. Just sit down.
She's not gonna bite.

She's gonna ask you
about the law and court

and this situation
she got herself into.

What kind of situation?
I have no idea.

But if we just stand here,
we'll never find out.

Do it for me.

All right, I'm in. Let's eat.
Jessica. Meet my friend Benny.

Benny, this is Jessica.

Jessica, so lovely
to meet you. Hi.

So, Taylor tells me

that you are having
some legal issues.

What's going on?

Are you staring
at a court date? No. I wish.

But I'd like to be.

I'd like to go to court.
I'd like to get some justice.

Well, let's see
if we can't help you.

Let's start from the beginning.
Want to tell me what happened?

I was raped. Okay.
No. I mean, um...

no, it's not okay.
I mean, uh... wow.

Uh... oh, my goodness.
I'm‐I'm so sorry.

Do you have any idea
who did this to you?

Oh, yeah. I know exactly
who did this to me.

He's kind of famous.
Anybody I'd know?

Maybe.
You know Nathan Alexander?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah,
I've‐I've... I've definitely...

heard that name. Um...
So lovely to meet you, Jessica.

May I please speak
to you outside?

I'm confused.
Is he... coming back?

Just give me one second.

Benny!
You know what you just did?

Followed you out here?

You just made it
impossible for me

to meet with Nathan
Alexander tomorrow.

Well, only if he's coming in
to talk about

how he's worried
he might be accused

of raping a dancer
he met at a gentlemen's club.

A dancer at a gentlemen's club?

Benny, she's really desperate.

You...

you did this on purpose.

What do you think's
gonna happen next, Taylor?

Huh? What do you think
Bull's gonna say?

Well, I'm hoping,

when he and you actually hear
Jessica's story,

you'll want to help her.
Help her? Help?!

Forget about her!
I'm talking about you!

You're gonna be looking
for a job tomorrow.

You get that, don't you?
I'm sorry, Benny.

I'm really sorry, but...

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no. No.

There‐there is no "but."
There is no "but."

Nathan Alexander
was a major guy,

and you just shut us out
of doing business with him.

And last I checked, your
name is not even on the door.

Who the hell do you think you
are, pulling a stunt like this?

Now, I've asked Marissa
to sit in to protect me

from myself
if she deems that necessary.

But honestly,
I cannot conjure a world

where I do not
let you go for cause.

I understand.

And lest you think
I'm overreacting,

I called Mr. Alexander's
general counsel this morning,

and I asked him,
"Does this meeting

have anything to do
with a gentlemen's club?"

And he, of course,
laughed and said,

"Absolutely not."
And five minutes later,

someone from his office called
and canceled the meeting!

Well, actually, I think
that kind of proves my point.

Excuse me, Taylor.

I am not here
to hear your point.

You are here to hear my point.
You cost me money.

You cost me a valuable
business relationship.

And I'm not sensing

a tremendous amount
of contrition on your part.

I disagree, Bull. I think
that Taylor is very...

The woman I'm trying
to help was raped.

This man you were planning
to meet with today,

this man you want to have

a valuable
business relationship with

had sex with her
without her consent.

Again, I understand that,
but that is not the point.

There is no other point.
He did a horrible thing.

And there's no reason to think
he hasn't done it before,

and there's no reason to think
he won't do it again.

But because he's rich...

What does that
have to do with anything?

Oh, my God.

That has everything
to do with everything.

Because he's rich,
if this ever does go to court,

he'll pay to have
someone like you minimize it

and obfuscate the facts

and pack the jury
with a bunch of people

who want to be him
and want to have what he has

and therefore would
never, ever vote against him

or the person
they think they might be

if they ever won the lotto

or the Powerball
or the Irish Sweepstakes.

Is this the argument

that's supposed to convince me
not to fire her? Lest we forget,

these are allegations
you are talking about,

not provable facts.

Really?
Mm.

Then why'd he offer her
a million dollars this morning

to sign an NDA?

Uh, did she take it? No.

She wants to go to court!

This is just a really bad dude.
If we don't try to stop him,

who will?

The simple truth is there
are things we control

and things we don't.

Your case
against Mr. Alexander is not,

for the conceivable future,
heading to court. It just isn't,

and there's nothing we can do
about it.

The D. A.'s office
is convinced

there's no there there.

A complete lack of
evidence and witnesses.

No one saw anything.
No one heard anything.

I don't know what to tell you.

Well, couldn't we

maybe file in civil court?

Assault and
intentional infliction

of emotional distress.
Something like that.

I don't understand.
It would be a civil trial.

You'd be suing him for money,

not threatening
to send him to jail.

And the burden of
proof is lower.

You'd only have to convince
five out of six jurors

- instead of 12.
- Hold the phone.

Before everyone
gets carried away,

we still don't have
any real evidence.

Whether it's in criminal court
or civil court,

it is still just
a "he said, she said" situation,

and I honestly don't think

there is enough here
to go forward.

Well, not to cast

any aspersions
on the NYPD detectives

that have already
looked into this,

but would anyone mind
if I did a little investigating?

I mean, just because

no one's found any evidence yet

doesn't mean there isn't
any evidence to be found.

Can I help you?

You looking for a restroom?

Do I look like I'm looking
for a restroom?

My mistake.

You'd be amazed at
the number of people

who come in God's house looking
for a restroom.

Huh.
Well,

what can I point you towards?
Oh, I was hoping I could...

make an appointment
to speak to someone. Home stuff.

Family stuff.
You belong to the parish?

No. I do not.

I don't think
I've stepped inside a church

for anything other than
a wedding or a baptism

since the turn of the century.
And what's going on at home?

At least

give me an idea
so I can figure out

who you ought to talk to.
It's kind of private.

It's my daughter.

She is bound and determined
to do something.

Something that I know
to be wrong.

It's just the wrongest thing
in the world.

But she says
she wants me with her.

Says she needs me with her.
And I don't want her

to do this thing
that she's going to do,

but I also...
I don't want to let her down.

And the truth is
is that she's gonna do it

with or without me.
She's an adult now. I just...

I don't know
whether to be a good father

or a good person.
Very God‐like problem.

How do you mean?

Relationship between
a parent and a child,

the relationship between God
and every single human being

is not that different.
God stays with you

whether you're doing
something good or bad.

Tries to let you know
in every way possible that...

you're not doing
the right thing.

But more important
than that, he wants you to know

that no matter what,
he's still with you.

Same thing for a parent,
don't you think? Yeah.

I hear you. So, let's, uh...

see who we might
set you up with.

Actually, I'm good. You sure?

I'm very sure.

Thank you, Pastor. Uh, son?

Huh.

So it's true.
What Marissa texted me was true.

We're going to court.

There's no talking you
out of this. Huh.

I‐I leave the office
for five hours,

and not only
do you not fire Taylor

but you reward
her reckless behavior

by taking this case.

Okay, so you want me
to fire Taylor? Of course not.

But I don't relish the idea
of devoting weeks

to a "he said, she said" case

where the "he"
is a very powerful

and accomplished member
of our community

and the "she" is... Not?
I don't know what to tell you.

I was sitting over there,

and I was trying
to convince everybody

how foolhardy this would all be,

that we were
on the wrong side of it,

that I had been doing this
long enough

that I knew how it was gonna go.

You can't fight
the kind of entrenched power

a guy like Nathan Alexander
represents.

And I'm hearing
myself talk, and I'm thinking,

"When did you become so old
and cynical and afraid?"

And I'm thinking about my kid,

about your niece or
nephew and if something

horrible ever happened to them

that they would come
to someone like me.

And somewhere in there,

I had Marissa call over
to the courthouse,

and you know the rest. All right.

Well... see you in the morning.
See you in the morning.

Have you or anyone you
know ever been the victim

of sexual assault?

If so, if that experience
will impact your ability

to be impartial in this case,
please raise your hand.

All right, then.

I'll speak
to those jurors individually

at sidebar regarding
their ability

to serve on this jury.

We got our work cut out for us.

Where did all the girls go?

Thanks for taking the time

to speak with me,
Ms. Alexander.

You can call me Beth.

You're here about
Nathan, aren't you?

I grew up riding.
Horses.

And I always wanted
one of my own.

And when Nathan and I
got married,

he bought me the most beautiful
black quarter horse.

She was everything to me.
Then one day,

barely four and
a half years later,

he wanted a divorce.
He offered me half his fortune,

this apartment,
half the stock portfolio,

no questions asked.

When it came to that horse...

He fought me
with everything he had.

'Cause he knew
that's what I really loved.

So you can ask me anything.
I'm bulletproof.

He got my horse.

Do you know what
your ex‐husband is accused of?

I read about it. Some men...

You can't give them anything.

It only feels good to them
if they take it.

Are you aware
of him taking anything

from any other woman?

He hired this nice young woman
to walk our dog.

This pretty college girl.

The way she would look at Nathan
when she would come over,

I just...
I knew something was going on

or that she wanted
something to go on.

Then one day, about six months
before we divorced,

she just quit.

Nathan said she was moving back
to wherever

to look after
her sick mother, but...

the look on her face
when she came by

to pick up her last check was...
Do you remember her name?

And the night

that Mr. Alexander
approached you‐‐ he gave you $25?

He gave me $100
and told me to keep the change.

So what did you do?

I smiled, and I said,
"For that much,

you could have gone
into one of the VIP rooms."

And how did he respond?
He said, "That's a great idea."

And he took my hand,
and he led me

to the Champagne Room.

And did you know who he was?

I knew he was a big shot.

The girls would get all giddy
every time he would come in.

So I knew he was a big tipper,

but it's not like
I knew his name.

Mm‐hmm. So he took you
to the Champagne Room.

Can you tell us
exactly what happened?

He raped me!

I was in the middle
of the second song when

I looked down, and I realized

he'd unzipped his fly
and undid his belt.

I kept dancing over him,
pretending not to notice.

Then he put his hands
around my waist

and pulled me in towards him.
Did you scream? Yeah.

But the music was really loud.

There's a panic button
on the wall,

but he was holding me,
so I couldn't get to it.

I kept hitting him, hitting him,

but he seemed to like that.

Then he jumped up
out of his chair.

He turned me over.
And the next thing,

we were on the floor, and...
I couldn't see anything.

I had my eyes closed anyway.
Any idea how long it lasted?

It seemed like
it lasted forever.

Yeah.

One last question.

You didn't call the police
immediately after. Can I ask why?

I don't know.
I guess that because...

he's a somebody, and I'm...
a... a nobody.

I didn't think
anybody would believe me.

Thank you, Ms. Lee.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Any movement on our end?

It's still a sea
of red over here.

You all right? Need a minute?
I'm all right.

So... you mentioned

that your erotic encounter
with my client

seemed to go on...
It wasn't an erotic encounter.

Forgive me.

Your encounter.
The attack!

Your Honor, may I finish
asking my question?

The witness

will refrain from speaking

until counsel has finished
asking the question.

Again, you testified

that this encounter seemed
to last forever.

That notwithstanding,
do you remember approximately

what time my client left
the Champagne Room?

Uh, around 12:30.
You sure about that?

We went into the Champagne Room

ten minutes after 12:00.

It was three lap
dances, three songs.

It's five or six minutes a song.

That's about 12:25 or so.
Excellent. 12:25, 12:30.

All right.

Here's where I get confused.

If you were so upset
over this alleged assault,

why does security camera footage
from the bar

show you having a drink
with my client at 1:55 a. m.?

It's barely an hour and a half

after you claim
he violently raped you.

Really?
Do you have a photo of that?

That's impossible.
I would never do that.

Isn't this you?
Isn't this Mr. Alexander?

Yes, but maybe that's
from another night.

Isn't this date
the night in question?

And can you see
that this is indicating

that this frame
of video was captured

at 1:55 in the morning?

Yes, I can see what's

in the photo, but that doesn't
mean that that happened.

I'd like to enter

this still photograph
taken from security video

recorded the night of the
incident as defense exhibit "A."

So entered.
That doesn't mean that

that happened.

That photo was
probably doctored.

That... that doesn't mean
that that happened.

He probably paid somebody.

Order! Order! Order!

Just because
that there is a photo,

it doesn't mean that that happened.
Order! Again, we need you

to refrain from speaking
until asked a question.

Your Honor, these photographs
are accurate and real,

and the security company
which monitors the establishment

where Ms. Lee claims
this incident took place

will testify to their veracity.

So my question
to you, Ms. Lee, is...

is it your normal practice
to have drinks with the men

you claimed to have attacked you
a mere 90 minutes later?

Your Honor!
Never mind.

I withdraw the question.

Nothing further
for this witness.

Well, listen, I need
him to take the stand.

We don't have time to prep
him. I'll prep Benny.

If we ask the right questions,
we should get the right answers.

Thank you.

I think we're gonna be okay.

All rise!

The Honorable
Judge McPherson presiding.

Thank you for joining us
last minute, Dr. Benson.

Now you just shared with
the jury your many degrees

and your academic
accomplishments.

But as someone who specializes
in psychological trauma,

if I tell you that
a woman is raped,

but 90 minutes later
she is seen having a drink

with the very man
who attacked her,

what would your reaction be?
Well, without knowing anything,

without having met
the principals

or read the histories
or looked at the forensics, uh,

I would venture a guess and say

it must have been
a particularly brutal violation.

Objection.

This last‐minute,
supposed expert witness

is offering up conjecture

and speculation as testimony.

Objection sustained.

The jury will disregard
that answer.

Ask another question, Counselor.
Yes, Your Honor. Dr. Benson,

putting aside what you
think might have happened,

is it unusual for victims

of rape to continue to
associate with their attacker

in the hours
following the attack?

Well, let me put it this way.

While you wouldn't
call it common,

it happens more often
than you'd suspect.

And there's a scientific
explanation for it.

After brutal trauma,

the victim's brain
often defaults

into a kind of survival mode.

The mind focuses on one thing
and one thing only‐‐

getting through the night

without further incident
or harm.

So you make friends
with your enemy.

Now, what if I told you

that the victim has
no recollection

of continuing to associate
with her attacker

in the hours following the rape?

Would, would that shock you?

Not really. I mean,
the combination

of trauma and adrenaline
creates a condition

where the victim
becomes hyper‐focused.

Uh, they retain details
of the trauma itself

in an especially vivid way,

but the events surrounding it
don't get coded into the memory,

because the victim is being
controlled by the amygdala,

the survival center of the mind.
It's working like hell

to normalize something
that's not normal.

So the memory,
for all intents and purposes,

gets turned off.
And if I were to tell you

that the victim took three days

to report what happened
to her to the police?

Yeah, again,
pretty standard stuff.

I mean... but trust me.
For those 72 hours,

the victim is fighting
with him or herself

over whether what they think
happened really happened.

And to be clear,
if it hadn't really happened,

they wouldn't have been fighting
with themselves.

Thank you.
No further questions.

Oh, my God, Marissa!

We got a green one!

We got a green one!

Will you two
keep it down, please?

Dr. Benson,

do you know Jessica Lee?

Not really.
I think that's her there.

Have you ever met
Jessica Lee? No.

Do you know my client?

I know of him.
We've never met.

So, then, do you have any proof

that this so‐called trauma
actually even occurred?

It seems to me that,

in this case,
the only window we have

into what might have happened
that night is a security photo

of the principals sharing a drink

shortly after this trauma
supposedly occurred.

Well, as I explained...
Oh, I'm sorry.

I must have missed it.
Did your explanation suggest

that, because they were having a
drink, she must have been raped?

Of course not.

So, then,
what does your testimony prove?

We lost our green.

Hi. Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm actually looking
for the owner. Tara Atkins?

Tara? Hi. I'm Danny James.

I'm an investigator
working for Jessica Lee?

Perhaps you've read about her?

She's suing Nathan Alexander.

What does that have
to do with me?

Well, I know that you
worked for Nathan

and his then‐wife briefly,
and that it ended abruptly.

I just wanted to
ask you about that.

I honestly don't have
anything to say.

This is my place of business.

I'd appreciate it
if you'd go now. Was it him?

Did Nathan attack you?
Don't make me call the police.

Did he pay you to keep quiet?

Is that where
you got the start‐up money

to open this store?

I wish I could help you,
but there's nothing I can do.

I really need you to leave.

If it's the NDA
that's inhibiting you,

I work with a team of
really great lawyers,

and I'm sure they can
figure out a way around it.

If you change your mind.

Mr. Alexander, do you deny

being at the Maverick Club
on the night in question?

I do not.
Do you deny that you and Ms. Lee

engaged in intimate behavior

at some point past midnight

in what's referred to
as the Champagne Room? I do not.

Did you rape Ms. Lee? No.

Not that I'm aware of.

My sense was that
everyone involved

was having a very nice time.

Mr. Alexander,

what's a guy like you
doing in a strip club?

Looking at naked women mostly.
Look,

you probably won't like
this answer,

but I'm very fond of women.

And at the risk of sounding
like some kind of Neanderthal,

being able to spend time
around a woman who is undressed,

that's a pretty terrific way
to end one's day.

Now, I know that,
for a lot of men,

that happens within the context
of a relationship‐‐

marriage,
boyfriend, girlfriend‐‐

and I've tried that,
but it takes time

and it takes energy.

And I'm sort of a well‐known
figure in this city,

so it also means
I need to have my guard up

because not every woman I meet
is solely interested

in getting to know me better.

So, for me, a gentlemen's club,

on a transactional level,
they make great sense.

I pay my money.
I meet some nice women,

and if I never see them again
or they never see me again,

neither one of us
is surprised or disappointed.

He has them in the
palm of his hand.

No one is shocked.
No one's surprised.

They're too busy admiring
his imitation of honesty.

Why did you ask Ms. Lee
to go to the Champagne Room?

I didn't. She suggested it.

And it's your testimony
that everything that happened

in that room was consensual?

That was certainly
my impression.

I think she knew who I was.

How horrible could it have been?

I mean, I didn't run away
and neither did she.

We had drinks together
later that night.

Is there anything
you want to say?

Anything you want
to apologize for?

No.

This has been
enormously embarrassing

and painful for me.

In my work,
I ask people to trust me.

Ever since Ms. Lee's assertions
were made public,

it's become much harder to do.
No.

I have nothing to apologize for.

No further questions.

All right, let's
break here for today.

We'll pick this up tomorrow
with the plaintiff's cross.

This court is adjourned.

It is the
"he said, she said" case

I always feared it would be.

Unfortunately, the "he"
is a very convincing fellow,

even though I'm certain

he's lying through his teeth.

Funny. Based on the women
I've been talking to,

it should be a "he said,
they said" case.

What do you mean?

Are you suggesting
there are others?

'Cause that would
change everything.

Tara Atkins, Janell Thompson,

Emily Webber, Amelia Lopez,
Tracy Walker.

The list goes on.
All women I strongly suspect

were raped by Nathan Alexander.

Well, let's get 'em in here,

and‐and Benny can put 'em
on the stand.

They won't testify.
They've all been paid off

and signed nondisclosure
agreements.

He gives them $2 million
and threatens

to sue them for twice that
if they ever breathe a word.

It's so unfair.
How do you fight against someone

who has all the money
in the world?

Well if it makes you feel
any better, he doesn't have

all the money in the world

'cause he gave half
to his ex‐wife.

And did he make her sign an NDA?

It was a divorce.
A divorce he wanted.

And how does she feel
about her ex? Why do you ask?

Mr. Colón,
are you ready to commence

cross‐examination
of Mr. Alexander?

Yes, I am, Your Honor.

Mr. Alexander, I really just
have one question for you.

Now, you testified
under oath yesterday

that you did not rape my client.

That's correct.
Okay. So here's my question:

have you ever raped anyone?

I'm sorry,
I didn't hear your answer.

No. Of course not.
I've never raped anyone.

Ah. Well, then I have
no more questions

for this witness.
I would, however,

like to call a rebuttal witness
at this time.

With your court's permission,

the plaintiff would like to call
Ms. Tara Atkins to the stand.

Objection, Your Honor.
The defense was not made aware

of this witness. This is the
first we're hearing about it.

My apologies, Your Honor.

We're calling this witness
to refute Mr. Alexander's claim

just now that, and I quote,
"I have never raped anyone."

Ms. Atkins
is prepared

to speak on that claim.

That seems reasonable
and relevant to me.

The witness may testify.

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

so we may prepare
for this witness.

That seems reasonable as well.

Let's take a half hour break
and resume trial at that time.

Ms. Atkins? Tara Atkins? Come in.

I've asked my legal team
to sit in.

You don't have a problem
with that, do you? Of course not.

Just to be clear, in exchange
for the $2 million

my client provided you,

you signed
a nondisclosure agreement.

If you testify to the events
which I suspect

you'll be asked about
on the stand,

you'll be violating
that agreement

and it will cost you $4 million.

$4 million I'm reasonably sure
you don't have.

Yes, I'm well aware of that.
I want to be certain

that you understand
how serious this is.

You signed a legal document.

My client is prepared
to garnish your wages

for the rest of your life
if you violate it. Well,

not if I pay up front, right?

You're prepared to pay
Mr. Alexander $4 million

right now?

Not that it's any
of your business,

but a wealthy benefactor
has stepped forward

and is willing to finance this
transaction for Ms. Atkins.

Really? Might I ask who?

Well, I suppose
it won't do any harm.

The benefactor is
Beth Alexander,

your client's ex‐wife.

And she asked me to ask you
if you wouldn't mind

forwarding a message to Nathan.

She wanted him to know
she really loved that horse.

We, the jury,
find the defendant,

Nathan Alexander...

...liable for assault
and intentional infliction

of emotional distress.

In addition, we, the jury,
award compensatory damages

of $1 million to the plaintiff.

And, in addition, we,
the jury, also award

punitive damages of $25 million

to the plaintiff.

This court thanks you
for your service.

Court is adjourned.

Thank you, Dr. Bull.

I honestly don't know
what to say.

I know this really wasn't
about the money for you,

but trust me,
with a verdict like that,

the D. A.'s gonna want
to reopen this case.

And I'd be honored to be there
with you when it happens.

I wouldn't have it
any other way.

You know, there is a line
of women over there

who want to tell you
how proud they are of you.

I think I owe everything to you.
Don't be ridiculous.

We girls have to stick together.
Yes.

Thank you so much. Mmm.

Anna?

It's me, it's‐it's your dad.
I've been calling and texting

for the last three days.

I called the phone company
this afternoon

to find out that you blocked me.
Anna, I...

I just want to talk to you.

If you're in there,
would you open the door, please?

I love you, kiddo.

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