Bull (2016) s02e09 Episode Script
Thanksgiving
1 - (BELL DINGS) - Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for the main event? (AUDIENCE CHEERING) Listen to me, baby boy.
This is a good thing, what you're doing.
Just remember, you got to let him hit you, but you ain't got to let him kill you.
Put on a good show.
Lead with your right.
Lay off your left.
No one will know the difference.
ANNOUNCER: $50,000 purse! Remember what I said to you.
We're all winners tonight.
He's the big winner, but you're a winner, too.
$25K is a lot of scratch.
And Rodrigo asked me to ask you again, lay off that left.
Not too much.
Make it look real.
I'll meet you here after with the money.
You sure you want to be here for this? You sure you want to watch this? You really want to be here? - You really want to do this? - âBaby, it's ten grand just for stepping in the ring.
And another 15 for just laying back.
That's six months' rent.
And we'll be able to buy the girls Christmas presents.
What's that worth if you're a vegetable? That's not gonna happen.
Come here.
I love you.
Love you, too.
ANNOUNCER: Weighing in at 205 pounds, in the red corner, wearing the red trimmed in gold, his record 20 and 17, Brooklyn's own Bobby "Brass" Lewis! - - (CHEERING, BOOING) And now, weighing in at 215 pounds, in the blue corner, wearing all black, his record 51 and five, the former heavyweight champion of the world, Rodrigo "the Ramrod" Rivera! (CHEERING) (BELL DINGS) Ladies and gentlemen, I got to say, Rodrigo is winning this on points, but we're awfully light on any real action here, - (AUDIENCE BOOING) - and the crowd is starting to get surly.
They came to see blood, and it's in awfully short supply.
MAN: Come on, Ramrod! I came to watch you fight, not dance! MAN 2: Hey, Ramclod, you guys fighting or dating? Ramrod, come on! MAN 3: Hit him with something that matters, huh?! Execute, execute! - Yeah! - âThat's one, two, - three, - âCome on, get up! - Four, five - âHere we go! - Six - â(CHEERING) seven Move, come on, get up! You good? (CHEERING) (WHOOPS) two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight All right, you good? Look at me.
All right, let's fight! MAN 4: Here here we go! (LAUGHS) (CHEERING) ANNOUNCER: Where did that left come from? (BOOING) That left hook from Bobby Lewis just staggered Ramrod! There's another left! And another.
Ramrod is down! (BELL DINGS) What an upset! Bobby "Brass" Lewis knocks out Rodrigo "the Ramrod" Rivera and wins the $50,000 purse! Mm.
Okay, champ.
It's 2:00 a.
m.
Wait âYou closed the arena.
- Your chariot awaits.
- All right, all right, all right.
(LAUGHS) - Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.
(BOTH LAUGH) That really happened tonight, didn't it? It did.
Come here, come here.
Come here and kiss a champion.
(LAUGHS) Hey, not here.
What? Come on.
What is your hurry? The kids are with my mom.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
Nobody's on the street.
Nobody's gonna see.
No hurry.
Just not here.
Where are you going? What are you doing? My bag with my stuff.
My dad put it in the trunk.
- Well, you need the keys, don't ya? - âYeah.
(LAUGHS) (CHUCKLING) - Oh, my God.
- âWhat is it? What's wrong? Nothing.
Just go in the house.
What'd I just tell you? (GASPS) Bobby, that's Emmett from down the block.
I know, I know.
There's blood here.
There's blood - on the driveway.
- â(SHUSHING) It's gonna be okay.
I'll take care of this.
Just go inside.
You'll take care of this? How are you gonna take care of this? Oh, God.
(DIALING) - 911, what's your emergency? - Hello, police? My husband and I just found a dead body in our car.
- Are you crazy? What are - I - what are you doing? - I'm trying to do - the right thing.
We didn't do this.
- Yeah, but the police aren't gonna believe that.
His body's in my car.
There's blood on the driveway.
(PHONE RINGING) So what do we do? I don't I don't know.
Don't answer it.
Maybe it'll stop.
I I need to get rid of this car.
(RINGING CONTINUES) - What are we gonna do? - I don't know.
- CHUNK: Shame on you.
- MARISSA: Shame on me why? They're adorable.
These are guilt cakes.
Nobody wants 'em, but nobody can resist 'em.
They have no real nutritional value.
Their sole purpose is to make you feel better about leaving on Tuesday for a holiday that doesn't start until Thursday.
Ooh.
(CHUCKLES) - They got candy corn in 'em.
Sinful.
- â(CHUCKLES) When are you leaving for Georgia? Tuesday.
Tomorrow morning.
- Bull insisted.
- Tell me about it.
I'm not even going anywhere, and he told me not to bother - coming in.
- You doing your usual thing? âOh, this time tomorrow, I will be on a beach in Florida.
Just me and a margarita.
- What about turkey? - âMm.
Turkey tastes horrible in a margarita.
- (LAUGHS) - âKyle, if he weren't going to China, if I had someone to do it with, I'd probably go the traditional route, but Oh, I'd give anything to get out of doing the traditional thing.
But my family would never forgive me.
Well, I'm not doing it.
I'm not going home this year.
I just refuse to set myself up for all that heartache.
You're gonna break your parents' hearts.
Yeah.
Oh! Very original.
CHUNK: Ooh.
Where's your Thanksgiving at - this year? - âMy, uh, relatives in Dallas are hosting.
We're flying the Puerto Rican side of my family in.
- You seem excited.
- âOoh.
It's the best Thanksgiving dinner in the world.
You have not lived until you've had my grandmother's pasteles.
Mmm! You only say that 'cause you haven't been to Thanksgiving - in Georgia.
- Ah.
A stick of butter on every dish.
Two on the vegetable plate.
- Uh, you cook? - âEvery year.
I go to my high school best friend's house, fry up a turkey, get to work on my world famous - sweet potato pie.
- DANNY: Ooh, pie.
I need to bring a pie to my mom's.
Can I get that recipe? It ain't the recipe that makes it special, baby.
- (CHUCKLING) - Spare me, Chunk.
I will buy a pie.
CABLE: Hey, does anyone know what the big guy's doing for Turkey Day? I do.
But if I tell you, we'll both need to look for a job.
And that includes everything? Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie everything? Great.
Just deliver it to the address I gave you.
10:00 a.
m.
Thanksgiving morning.
I know it's an office building.
I'll be here.
The coast is clear.
Everyone's gone? You won't hear from a single soul for six days.
I'm so thankful.
Do you want to go ahead and get this over with, and then I'll get out of your hair, too? I'm so excited.
Oh, my gosh.
It's glorious.
I'm just gonna slip out quietly.
Have a wonderful holiday.
(CHUCKLING SOFTLY) Dr.
Bull? Dr.
Jason Bull? I'm sorry, were you talking to me? Galvin Berry, attorney-at-law.
Can I buy you a drink? I don't mean to be rude, but I just started my Thanksgiving holiday, and I don't believe we've met.
We haven't, but I'm guessing you've heard of my client.
Bobby Lewis, the boxer.
Won the biggest fight of his life last week and then was accused of beating one of his neighbors to death.
BULL: You got quite the uphill battle there, Counselor.
A client with a history of priors known to be pretty good with his fists.
The neighbor was a drug dealer.
They've been known to have altercations.
Good luck with that one.
I don't need luck.
I need help.
Judge is insisting on starting jury selection tomorrow at 1:00.
I think a lot of people over at city hall just want to get this thing over with during the holidays while nobody's paying much attention.
My whole staff just left for the holiday.
What I do is very much a team sport.
Are you leaving town? I plead the fifth.
It's almost the end of the year.
Have you done anything you regret? I've known this boy his whole life.
Just go to Rikers, meet him.
I'll set it up.
If you don't think he's innocent, just don't show up to court tomorrow.
But if you do, well, remember those regrets? I'm giving you a chance to do something about 'em.
Hmm.
(PHONE RINGING) Hello? Yes? Oh, my goodness.
I'll-I'll be right there.
(PANTING) Kyle.
Oh, my God! What happened? Nothing.
I'm okay.
I'm fine.
It's just they took my keys.
I didn't know where else to go.
What are you talking about? Who took your keys? I was getting ready to go to the airport.
I had some letters I had to mail.
I just walked to the corner and got mugged.
They took my keys, my wallet, my passport.
At 1:00 in the morning you had to mail letters? I don't even care about the money.
The credit cards I can replace.
But without my passport, I can't travel.
It'll take at least a week to get another one.
With the holidays, maybe more.
I'm gonna miss my meetings in China.
Which means that this deal I've been working on is dead.
- Everything that I've spent years - Kyle, shh, shh.
Shh.
Hold on.
Slow down.
Maybe I can fix this.
What? How? First of all, I have a key to your apartment.
Go home.
Reschedule your flight.
Call the credit card companies.
No, you're not hearing me.
I need a passport to get to China.
No, I heard you.
I used to work for Homeland Security.
Let me make a few calls.
What happens if you get there a day later than you planned? I-I don't even know if there'll be a seat.
It's the Thanksgiving holiday.
Nobody is going to China.
Just you.
I will call our embassy in China right now.
It's the middle of the day there.
By tomorrow you'll have your passport.
I don't leave until late tomorrow afternoon.
Text me when you have it.
Looks like you'll live.
Get out of here.
You have a lot of phone calls to make, and so do I.
So, you're Mr.
Berry's friend? The doctor? The one he says can help me? Mr.
Berry and I aren't really friends.
We just met last night.
Semantics.
Are you surprised I know a word like "semantics"? Bobby, I'm meeting you for the first time.
Everything's gonna be a surprise.
Why don't you tell me how you got here? I mean, does it make a difference? I'm a boxer with priors and former gang ties.
Nobody thinks I'm innocent.
Pretty sure you don't think I'm innocent.
Well, are you? Look I was in a gang.
I don't deny that.
Everybody was where I lived.
You had to be.
Then, um, I found boxing when I was 14.
And I was good at it.
By the time I was 17, I was very good at it.
I, uh I left the gang.
Got focused.
Met a really good woman and, uh, got married.
Had two beautiful daughters.
All I ever wanted was to give my wife and babies a home.
Nice things.
And now you're looking at life in prison.
For a crime I did not do.
So tell me what happened.
(SIGHS) So I win the fight.
And next thing I know BOBBY: And then my wife's phone started ringing again.
And I knew they were on their way.
And sure enough, five minutes later (IMITATES SIREN WHOOPING) Three cop cars.
My wife's screaming.
They read me my rights, and here I am.
Okay.
Tell me again.
Tell me what happened.
So, I win the fight, and next thing I know BOBBY: And then my wife's phone starts ringing again.
And that's when I knew I was gonna end up here.
One more time.
What? Why? Because I asked you to and because it's gonna help me figure out if I can help you.
So I knocked the big fake out BERRY: Well, what do you think? I think you're right.
I think he didn't do it.
Told you.
He's a good kid.
Well, maybe he is, maybe he isn't.
I think I know what he's telling me about that night is what happened.
(CHUCKLES) Your instincts are that good, huh? I had him take me through it three times.
It's a test called false reiteration.
If he were lying, he would have told the story the exact same way over and over again.
It's what people do when they're making something up.
Every time Bobby told me the story, he added new details.
Not contradictions, just more and more little recollections as he was remembering what happened.
While I don't believe he killed that guy he's not telling us something.
I got to be in court for jury selection in two hours.
You dropping me off, or you coming with me? (PHONE RINGING) (SIGHS) (CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFS) Hi, Mom.
No.
I haven't changed my mind.
Look, it's not that I don't want to spend Thanksgiving with you and Dad.
It's just that I want to spend it with my friends a little more.
What are we having? Chicken nuggets and Jell-O shots.
Just like they had on the Mayflower.
(PLANE PASSING BY) GATE ATTENDANT: Ladies and gentlemen, flight 1253 to Dallas has been temporarily delayed due to weather.
As soon as we have the new departure time, we will share it with you.
Thanks in advance for your patience, and in the meantime, please don't wander too far from the gate.
It's supposed to be in the 80s in Dallas.
If we get there.
Hmm.
Ah.
Thunderstorms.
They'll pass.
We'll get there.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY) (CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING) RIOS: Is that Dr.
Jason Bull? I didn't realize you were gonna be involved in the Bobby Lewis trial.
ADA Rios, this is Galvin Berry, counsel for Mr.
Lewis, Mr.
Lewis's father, Dennis and Lucy, his wife, and their two children.
Good afternoon.
If I could just have a word with Dr.
Bull and you, Mr.
Berry? Give this to the court officer.
Tell him it's for Bobby.
They'll have him change into that before he goes to court.
Sure thing, you got it.
Just wanted to let you gentlemen know that we're running a holiday special in the DA's office today.
Your client pleads guilty in return for 20 years.
No possibility of parole, but at least he's out before he turns 50.
BERRY: Holiday special, huh? Does it bother you at all that he's innocent? BULL: Thank you, Ms.
Rios.
We'll be sure to convey your offer to our client.
By the way, we're having a little holiday special of our own.
You withdraw the charges by the end of the day, and we won't sue the city for false arrest.
Happy holidays, gentlemen.
BULL (QUIETLY): I need you to understand.
This is not how I normally do things.
Usually I have jury lists, and I've done a lot of research and I have my staff talking in my ear, and I have none of those things today.
It's just me and my instincts.
Ask me how many murder cases I've tried.
Whatever you're thinking, it's less than that.
I'm an attorney from the neighborhood, and I'm happy to have your help any way I can get it.
BERRY: How many of you were in musical groups when you were younger? Rock bands, R&B You and your friends, playing instruments.
Maybe you played at a school dance or a battle of the bands.
So you're what? You're, like, a rocker? I own a plumbing business.
Yes.
But you just indicated that you were in a band when you were younger.
Anybody ever ask for your autograph? Do any drugs? Hang out with a groupie? None of the above.
Plus, it was a long time ago, right? Yes, sir.
BERRY: So if someone came to you, applying for a job, maybe, and they told you they were in a gang when they were 13, 14 or 15 years old, would that inhibit you from hiring them? You can't honestly equate being in a band with being in a gang.
- Yes or no, please.
- âNo.
I wouldn't hire them.
Not in a million years.
Judge, the defense requests that this juror be removed for cause.
Mr.
Berry, it's two days before Thanksgiving.
This is the fourth juror you've tried to have removed for cause.
I cannot eliminate everyone in the jury pool who might have a bias against former gang members or professional boxers.
You're just going to have to make do with the jury pool we have.
(WHISPERING): Uh, can he do that? He's the judge.
He can do almost anything.
Do you live in an apartment? I share an apartment with two other women.
Any drug activity that you're aware of in your building? You asking me that 'cause I'm black? Yes.
Because she wants to eliminate you from the jury.
RIOS: No.
I'm asking you that because this case is about a man accused of killing a drug dealer in his neighborhood, and your attitudes in regard to that sort of situation are relevant.
Yes.
I have heard rumors of drug deals in my building.
So if you woke up tomorrow and you found out that someone had done away with the dealer? Would I be upset? Of course not.
The prosecution would ask that this juror be excused.
(SIGHS) Are you a fight fan? No, I'm not.
You ever heard of the defendant prior to his arrest on these murder charges? No, I had not.
And how do you feel about people who have gang tattoos? Well, they're not people I seek out.
They're not people I want my family to be around.
All right.
This guy's completely toxic for us.
Second you get the chance, let's cut him loose.
This juror is acceptable to the prosecution, Your Honor.
Acceptable to the defense as well.
What are you doing? Sorry, Dr.
Bull.
I couldn't let the last black man in the jury pool get away.
Yes, but he's the wrong black man.
Were you listening to him? JUDGE NAUMANN: Ladies and gentlemen, we have our jury.
See you all here tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.
m.
sharp.
I'm sorry.
But I have instincts, too.
Right.
I just, uh I want to believe we seated at least one person who would absolutely not vote guilty.
Frankly, I can't be sure we did.
(PLANE PASSING BY) CHUNK: And where's your mother? She's the one that usually picks me up.
Well, I can drive now, so I offered to pick you up.
Well, all right.
Works for me.
(CHUCKLES) And I wanted to talk to you about something.
(SIGHS) You Baker women.
(LAUGHS) âAlways with an agenda.
So, we found out last night that I got into NYU.
Early decision.
And they gave me a scholarship.
- Oh! (WHOOPS, LAUGHS) - â(LAUGHS) That's amazing! Oh, that's fantastic.
I'm so proud of you.
Thing is, Mom doesn't want me to go.
What? She says it's too far and too dangerous.
Well, that's just crazy.
It's no more dangerous than any other big city, and well, as far as it being far you get on a plane.
It's not like you have to walk there.
Will you talk to her for me? If anyone can convince her, it's you.
(AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (HOLIDAY MUSIC PLAYING) (CLEARS THROAT) (CLEARS THROAT) Are we in Dallas yet? Did we miss Thanksgiving? No.
Still Tuesday.
Tuesday night.
Well, uh almost Tuesday night.
Oh, I must have fallen asleep.
Can I buy you a drink? I wouldn't think so, no.
Oh, sorry.
Are you married? Am I being No, no, no, you're not being anything.
It's just This is New York.
Uh you realize the drinking age is 21? So what's the problem you're not old enough? (CHUCKLES) You're over 21? Quite a bit.
How about you? Do you want to proof me? I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
All right.
(PHONE CHIMES) Hello.
Uh, this is Marissa Morgan.
I need a car to take me to Kennedy Airport.
Yeah, uh, that's the address.
And you have my credit card on file.
Of course I can hold.
Hi, hello, yes, I am.
Well, no, wait.
No.
Uh, that's not possible.
I'm not over my limit.
I'm nowhere near my limit.
Um, let me give you another credit card.
Okay.
Uh, it is a Pan-American card Oh, you have it.
Fantastic.
What do you mean, that one was rejected, too? No, I don't have any other credit cards.
No, there's nothing else you can do for me right now.
Yes, and Happy Thanksgiving to you.
BENNY: There is no Thanksgiving like a Puerto Rican Thanksgiving.
- Wait, no pumpkin pie? - You don't need it.
We have Grandma's tembleque.
Okay, what's that? It is a coconut pudding.
It is the reason why God gave you lips.
And a tongue.
And taste buds.
It is something to be thankful for.
Well, I'll have to try it sometime.
You sure you're really 34? WOMAN (OVER PA): Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that due to continuing poor weather across the southern part of the country, all flights to Dallas - are on hold until the morning.
- (PASSENGERS GRUMBLING) - (GAVEL BANGS) - RIOS: The prosecution would like to call Mary LaFleur.
Ms.
LaFleur, will you state your relationship to Bobby Lewis? I'm his neighbor.
I live right across the street.
And how long have you been neighbors? He's been there a couple years.
I've been there almost 40.
And in that time, have you witnessed any altercations between Mr.
Lewis and the deceased, Mr.
Emmett Sawyer? All the time.
Mr.
Sawyer liked to stand on the corner, like a lot of the men who didn't work.
And, you know, sometimes at late night, they'd get kind of loud.
And this man here was always calling him a drug dealer.
Telling him to stay the hell away from his wife and kids.
Telling him to stay the hell off the block, off the corner.
I could hear them from my bedroom.
And the night of the murder, did you hear anything from your bedroom? I sure did.
I heard it and I saw it.
It was around 1:00 in the morning.
And this one was drunk.
I guess he had just won some fight.
And the two of them just started getting into it in front of his driveway.
When you say "getting into it" Well, first there was yelling.
And then they started pushing.
And then there was punching.
But that didn't last long.
This one punched Mr.
Sawyer in the head, and the next thing you know, he was on the ground.
RIOS: And what else did you see, Ms.
LaFleur? Not much.
I stepped away from the window.
I was scared this one might see me.
Next thing I heard was sirens.
And you know the rest.
No further questions.
Your witness.
Let's take a ten-minute recess.
(CLEARS THROAT) None of that's true.
Lucy was with me.
He was already in the trunk when we got home.
We know.
And when the time comes, we will call your wife to the stand.
But it'll be our word against your neighbor's, and your neighbor will win, because there doesn't appear to be anything in it for her.
Unless, of course, there is.
Is there some history between you two we should know about? Yeah.
I shoveled her walk last winter when it snowed.
(CHUCKLES) And that's it? You have no idea why that lady's working so hard to shatter your alibi? I need to hit the head.
Huh.
What are you thinking? I'm thinking our witness is a liar, the jury's falling for it hook, line and sinker, and our client isn't telling us something.
MARISSA: Kyle, I can't get any money out of my ATM.
It says my account has been emptied.
And my credit cards have all been maxed out, too.
I'm guessing you're still in the air.
Please call me when you land.
WOMAN (OVER PA): Benjamin Colón, first class passenger Benjamin Colón, please report to your gate - so we can assign you - Benny.
To an outbound Dallas flight.
Benjamin Colón.
Benny, wake up.
âHmm? Hi.
I'm Benjamin Colón.
You paged me? Uh, yes, Mr.
Colón.
We have a seat for you on a flight to Chicago.
You change planes there and then you're on to Dallas.
You should make it there by 1:30.
I know it's not what you signed up for, but it's the best we can do.
And what if I wanted to give my ticket to this nice young lady right here? - You can't do that.
- Sure he can.
I just need to see your ID, please.
Come on.
What about your Grandma's tembleque? Oh There's always next year.
Miss, I need your ID.
Are you sure about this? You hardly know me.
Hey, you slept on my shoulder, I know your real age.
Uh, Miss, I need you to board the plane right now, please.
(SIGHS) Okay, well how do I pay you back? I don't really know anything about you.
Your address anything.
What's-what's your phone number? It's 212 555-0178.
That's me.
Text me back.
Thanks.
You're all set.
Happy Thanksgiving.
(PHONE DINGS) Happy Thanksgiving.
CHUNK: So I heard about Anna, NYU.
Let me guess.
She asked you to talk to me about it? It's an amazing school.
And New York is an amazing place.
I'm not sending her all the way to New York when she could go to Emory or Georgia Tech, two perfectly good schools that are not - in the murder capital of the world.
- Oh, come on, New York City is not like that.
That's from when you were a kid.
ANCHOR: Now over to Dave, with the latest in the Bobby Lewis trial.
DAVE: Things have been heating up in the Bobby Lewis trial.
- That's right, we've been on - (WHOOPING, INDISTINCT CHATTER) Do you feel alone Well, sometimes I do Do you feel replaced Feel like there's nothing at all Fearing the unknown Staring into the abyss Craving an escape Waiting for the call Thanks.
Nothing says Thanksgiving like a can of beer and nothing else.
And we can see who floats Measure money in fear At least we can try Hi, Mom.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Uh, I was just wondering what are you guys were up to.
(CHEERING) (BELL DINGS) This has got to be a health code violation.
- (TV CLICKS OFF) - Oh, my goodness.
(CLEARS THROAT) I didn't, in the midst of a drunken stupor last night, call you and invite you over for Thanksgiving, did I? (SCOFFS) It's good to see you too, Dr.
Bull.
No.
Little apple pie for you.
I got a big one for my family and a a little one for you.
I'm on my way to, uh, see my folks.
But I, um caught you on the news this morning on the courthouse steps with the lawyer who's defending Bobby Lewis.
You're working the case, aren't you? (CHUCKLES WEAKLY) Well, "working" may be overstating it.
But yes.
It sort of fell into my lap after everyone left for Thanksgiving.
Please don't tell anyone.
I don't want anyone rushing back, ruining their holiday.
Well, uh, how's it coming? How you feeling? I am feeling like a blind airline pilot trying to land a giant 777 on a tiny speck of land in the middle of the Pacific with no radar, no autopilot, during a giant hurricane on a moonless night.
No team here at TAC.
I'm working with a lawyer who's never tried a homicide, in front of a judge who just wants it all to be over, and working with a client who's not telling me the whole truth.
- You think he did it? - Why would anyone who spent their adulthood dreaming of becoming a champion finally win the fight of their life and ruin it all by going out and killing someone they barely know? It doesn't make any sense.
Makes me want to watch the fight.
BULL: Yeah.
What do you mean? I ever tell you about my dad? You two would actually really get along.
He was a fighter pilot in the Air Force.
Flew I don't know how many missions in Nam.
Red hair.
Alabaster skin.
160 pounds, six-one.
Could never bring himself to step on an ant, but loves boxing.
Always has.
When I was growing up, he had, uh, VHS tapes of all the great fights.
Ali versus Foreman, Ali versus Frazier, Hagler versus Leonard.
And we would watch them all the time.
And he would say to me, "Danielle, "a great fight is like a story.
"The two fighters come out, "that's your 'once upon a time.
' "And by the time it's over, "one of the guys is more famous "and has a lot more money.
That's your 'happily ever after'.
" Look at him.
That's not a guy that wants to win.
But then Whatever he's not telling you, is probably somewhere in the story of that fight.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - Hey.
Hi.
Uh, is there any way that we could clear this room? You can leave Bobby's shackles on, but I-I just, I have to have a private conference with my client.
If it makes you nervous, you can wait right outside the door.
We just need some privacy.
You ever try to fight with one hand tied behind your back? - What the hell are you doin', man? - Oh, look at that.
You're a southpaw.
You like to fight with your left.
But of course, who would know that? You're a nobody, a nothing, a club fighter nobody was paying attention to.
At least you were, until your fight with Ramrod.
What are you doing? - (GRUNTS) - What are you doing? I ever tell you how badly I hate to lose? Come on.
You know what I'm talking about, 'cause you suffer from the same disease.
You hate to lose, too.
I know.
I studied that fight.
I saw the moment when you decided, "screw this," and you let him have it with your left.
It's a great feeling, isn't it? To triumph? To win? Even when you've been set up to lose, 'cause that's what's happened to me.
I've got one hand tied behind my back.
And you set me up to lose, and the irony is, I'm trying to save your life.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You were supposed to throw the fight.
That's the real reason we're here.
You didn't do what you promised, so someone, I'm guessing the mob, planted that body to teach you and anybody else who was thinking of double-crossing them a lesson.
I don't hear you denying anything.
Look, man, what difference does it make? There's nothing you can do.
There's nothing anybody can do.
The fix is in.
I'm going to prison.
My wife might as well be a widow.
My kids have one parent.
My dad's gonna be crying himself to sleep for the rest of his life.
It is what it is.
But it doesn't have to be.
I mean, yeah, sure, in court, we're dead.
We got maybe a one in twelve shot of this jury not convicting you.
And that's from a guy whose business it is to know what the odds are when it comes to juries.
So (SIGHS) let me try and settle this out of court.
Give me a name.
Point me to someone.
Let me try and save your life.
(HORN HONKS) SABRINA: Coming, coming.
What are you doing here? I thought you were already in the car with Anna.
She's in the car.
I wanted another shot at you, alone.
We already had this conversation.
I'm not sending my baby girl all the way to New York alone.
I'm not gonna do it.
She won't be alone.
I'll be there.
That's where I live.
Yes, but it's not the same thing.
She's not gonna come to you like she comes to me.
Well, maybe she would if she knew the truth.
You want to tell her with me? She's 18.
She's old enough to know who her father is.
Come on.
Let's go tell her.
Together.
(SIGHS) Oh, thank God.
Thought you were never coming out of there.
We know each other? I'm Dr.
Jason Bull, part of Bobby Lewis's defense team.
Aren't you missing your trial? (CHUCKLES) I think we both know it doesn't much matter what goes on in there.
The end of that story's already been written.
Just a question of whether we allow it to reach its conclusion or not.
I don't know who you think I am, or what you think I know.
Clearly, you've mistaken me for someone else.
Come on.
Freddy.
I think there's a world where we can all be winners here.
My guy will be a big winner, you and your guys will be big winners, too.
(GAVEL BANGING) JUDGE NAUMANN: Is the defense ready to commence closing arguments? We are, Your Honor.
Begging your pardon, Your Honor.
New forensic evidence has just come to our attention in this case, and recognizing our role as truth seekers, we are at this time filing a motion to dismiss the charges against Bobby Lewis in the death of Emmet Sawyer.
(GALLERY MURMURING) (GAVEL BANGING) JUDGE NAUMANN: Order.
We'll have order in the court, please.
Counselor, are you certain about this? Yes, Your Honor.
I'm not at liberty to discuss our new findings in open court, but suffice it to say, we have definitive evidence pointing to the real killer.
Our apologies to the court, to Mr.
Lewis and to his family.
This is the most confounding end of a trial I have ever witnessed.
But case dismissed.
(GAVEL BANGS) Mr.
Lewis, you are free to go.
(LAUGHTER) (CLEARS THROAT) Hey, hey, hey.
Can you give us a few minutes? - Sure.
See you soon.
- Thanks, Dad.
(LOCK CLICKS) What did you do? Made a deal with the devil.
Actually, just renegotiated a deal you'd already made and reneged on.
They own you now, Bobby.
But of course, they owned you before.
They were just so mad that they couldn't see you were worth more to them as a champion they could bet on than a loser behind bars.
But at least you're back home now.
With your wife.
You'll see your girls grow up.
Spend time with your dad.
And make a pretty nice living.
Thank you.
Man, I am just so thankful.
(PATS BACK) Here's the thing.
The day will come.
The day they no longer have confidence that you're a sure winner, and they'll ask you to throw one, and if you don't, they're not gonna waste time putting somebody else's body in the trunk of your car.
It'll be yours.
You understand? How do I make this up to you? It's easy.
When I send you my bill, pay it.
And when you talk to your wife, your lawyer, your priest, play dumb.
No one can ever know.
Have a nice life, Bobby Lewis.
BULL: Hey, you're back.
How was Florida? Unbelievable.
I'm like a new person.
Ah.
Kyle made it to China? So he says.
So much to be thankful for.
So much to be thankful for.
Good to have you back.
Good to be back.
So what are you doing here, this hour of the night? Uh, trying to track down a lost friend on the Internet.
Just easier to do here at TAC.
Huh.
You're good? Couldn't be better.
Hey Maybe I dye my hair Maybe I'll move somewhere Maybe I'll get a car Maybe I'll drive so far That I'll lose track Me, I'll bounce right back
This is a good thing, what you're doing.
Just remember, you got to let him hit you, but you ain't got to let him kill you.
Put on a good show.
Lead with your right.
Lay off your left.
No one will know the difference.
ANNOUNCER: $50,000 purse! Remember what I said to you.
We're all winners tonight.
He's the big winner, but you're a winner, too.
$25K is a lot of scratch.
And Rodrigo asked me to ask you again, lay off that left.
Not too much.
Make it look real.
I'll meet you here after with the money.
You sure you want to be here for this? You sure you want to watch this? You really want to be here? - You really want to do this? - âBaby, it's ten grand just for stepping in the ring.
And another 15 for just laying back.
That's six months' rent.
And we'll be able to buy the girls Christmas presents.
What's that worth if you're a vegetable? That's not gonna happen.
Come here.
I love you.
Love you, too.
ANNOUNCER: Weighing in at 205 pounds, in the red corner, wearing the red trimmed in gold, his record 20 and 17, Brooklyn's own Bobby "Brass" Lewis! - - (CHEERING, BOOING) And now, weighing in at 215 pounds, in the blue corner, wearing all black, his record 51 and five, the former heavyweight champion of the world, Rodrigo "the Ramrod" Rivera! (CHEERING) (BELL DINGS) Ladies and gentlemen, I got to say, Rodrigo is winning this on points, but we're awfully light on any real action here, - (AUDIENCE BOOING) - and the crowd is starting to get surly.
They came to see blood, and it's in awfully short supply.
MAN: Come on, Ramrod! I came to watch you fight, not dance! MAN 2: Hey, Ramclod, you guys fighting or dating? Ramrod, come on! MAN 3: Hit him with something that matters, huh?! Execute, execute! - Yeah! - âThat's one, two, - three, - âCome on, get up! - Four, five - âHere we go! - Six - â(CHEERING) seven Move, come on, get up! You good? (CHEERING) (WHOOPS) two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight All right, you good? Look at me.
All right, let's fight! MAN 4: Here here we go! (LAUGHS) (CHEERING) ANNOUNCER: Where did that left come from? (BOOING) That left hook from Bobby Lewis just staggered Ramrod! There's another left! And another.
Ramrod is down! (BELL DINGS) What an upset! Bobby "Brass" Lewis knocks out Rodrigo "the Ramrod" Rivera and wins the $50,000 purse! Mm.
Okay, champ.
It's 2:00 a.
m.
Wait âYou closed the arena.
- Your chariot awaits.
- All right, all right, all right.
(LAUGHS) - Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.
(BOTH LAUGH) That really happened tonight, didn't it? It did.
Come here, come here.
Come here and kiss a champion.
(LAUGHS) Hey, not here.
What? Come on.
What is your hurry? The kids are with my mom.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
Nobody's on the street.
Nobody's gonna see.
No hurry.
Just not here.
Where are you going? What are you doing? My bag with my stuff.
My dad put it in the trunk.
- Well, you need the keys, don't ya? - âYeah.
(LAUGHS) (CHUCKLING) - Oh, my God.
- âWhat is it? What's wrong? Nothing.
Just go in the house.
What'd I just tell you? (GASPS) Bobby, that's Emmett from down the block.
I know, I know.
There's blood here.
There's blood - on the driveway.
- â(SHUSHING) It's gonna be okay.
I'll take care of this.
Just go inside.
You'll take care of this? How are you gonna take care of this? Oh, God.
(DIALING) - 911, what's your emergency? - Hello, police? My husband and I just found a dead body in our car.
- Are you crazy? What are - I - what are you doing? - I'm trying to do - the right thing.
We didn't do this.
- Yeah, but the police aren't gonna believe that.
His body's in my car.
There's blood on the driveway.
(PHONE RINGING) So what do we do? I don't I don't know.
Don't answer it.
Maybe it'll stop.
I I need to get rid of this car.
(RINGING CONTINUES) - What are we gonna do? - I don't know.
- CHUNK: Shame on you.
- MARISSA: Shame on me why? They're adorable.
These are guilt cakes.
Nobody wants 'em, but nobody can resist 'em.
They have no real nutritional value.
Their sole purpose is to make you feel better about leaving on Tuesday for a holiday that doesn't start until Thursday.
Ooh.
(CHUCKLES) - They got candy corn in 'em.
Sinful.
- â(CHUCKLES) When are you leaving for Georgia? Tuesday.
Tomorrow morning.
- Bull insisted.
- Tell me about it.
I'm not even going anywhere, and he told me not to bother - coming in.
- You doing your usual thing? âOh, this time tomorrow, I will be on a beach in Florida.
Just me and a margarita.
- What about turkey? - âMm.
Turkey tastes horrible in a margarita.
- (LAUGHS) - âKyle, if he weren't going to China, if I had someone to do it with, I'd probably go the traditional route, but Oh, I'd give anything to get out of doing the traditional thing.
But my family would never forgive me.
Well, I'm not doing it.
I'm not going home this year.
I just refuse to set myself up for all that heartache.
You're gonna break your parents' hearts.
Yeah.
Oh! Very original.
CHUNK: Ooh.
Where's your Thanksgiving at - this year? - âMy, uh, relatives in Dallas are hosting.
We're flying the Puerto Rican side of my family in.
- You seem excited.
- âOoh.
It's the best Thanksgiving dinner in the world.
You have not lived until you've had my grandmother's pasteles.
Mmm! You only say that 'cause you haven't been to Thanksgiving - in Georgia.
- Ah.
A stick of butter on every dish.
Two on the vegetable plate.
- Uh, you cook? - âEvery year.
I go to my high school best friend's house, fry up a turkey, get to work on my world famous - sweet potato pie.
- DANNY: Ooh, pie.
I need to bring a pie to my mom's.
Can I get that recipe? It ain't the recipe that makes it special, baby.
- (CHUCKLING) - Spare me, Chunk.
I will buy a pie.
CABLE: Hey, does anyone know what the big guy's doing for Turkey Day? I do.
But if I tell you, we'll both need to look for a job.
And that includes everything? Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie everything? Great.
Just deliver it to the address I gave you.
10:00 a.
m.
Thanksgiving morning.
I know it's an office building.
I'll be here.
The coast is clear.
Everyone's gone? You won't hear from a single soul for six days.
I'm so thankful.
Do you want to go ahead and get this over with, and then I'll get out of your hair, too? I'm so excited.
Oh, my gosh.
It's glorious.
I'm just gonna slip out quietly.
Have a wonderful holiday.
(CHUCKLING SOFTLY) Dr.
Bull? Dr.
Jason Bull? I'm sorry, were you talking to me? Galvin Berry, attorney-at-law.
Can I buy you a drink? I don't mean to be rude, but I just started my Thanksgiving holiday, and I don't believe we've met.
We haven't, but I'm guessing you've heard of my client.
Bobby Lewis, the boxer.
Won the biggest fight of his life last week and then was accused of beating one of his neighbors to death.
BULL: You got quite the uphill battle there, Counselor.
A client with a history of priors known to be pretty good with his fists.
The neighbor was a drug dealer.
They've been known to have altercations.
Good luck with that one.
I don't need luck.
I need help.
Judge is insisting on starting jury selection tomorrow at 1:00.
I think a lot of people over at city hall just want to get this thing over with during the holidays while nobody's paying much attention.
My whole staff just left for the holiday.
What I do is very much a team sport.
Are you leaving town? I plead the fifth.
It's almost the end of the year.
Have you done anything you regret? I've known this boy his whole life.
Just go to Rikers, meet him.
I'll set it up.
If you don't think he's innocent, just don't show up to court tomorrow.
But if you do, well, remember those regrets? I'm giving you a chance to do something about 'em.
Hmm.
(PHONE RINGING) Hello? Yes? Oh, my goodness.
I'll-I'll be right there.
(PANTING) Kyle.
Oh, my God! What happened? Nothing.
I'm okay.
I'm fine.
It's just they took my keys.
I didn't know where else to go.
What are you talking about? Who took your keys? I was getting ready to go to the airport.
I had some letters I had to mail.
I just walked to the corner and got mugged.
They took my keys, my wallet, my passport.
At 1:00 in the morning you had to mail letters? I don't even care about the money.
The credit cards I can replace.
But without my passport, I can't travel.
It'll take at least a week to get another one.
With the holidays, maybe more.
I'm gonna miss my meetings in China.
Which means that this deal I've been working on is dead.
- Everything that I've spent years - Kyle, shh, shh.
Shh.
Hold on.
Slow down.
Maybe I can fix this.
What? How? First of all, I have a key to your apartment.
Go home.
Reschedule your flight.
Call the credit card companies.
No, you're not hearing me.
I need a passport to get to China.
No, I heard you.
I used to work for Homeland Security.
Let me make a few calls.
What happens if you get there a day later than you planned? I-I don't even know if there'll be a seat.
It's the Thanksgiving holiday.
Nobody is going to China.
Just you.
I will call our embassy in China right now.
It's the middle of the day there.
By tomorrow you'll have your passport.
I don't leave until late tomorrow afternoon.
Text me when you have it.
Looks like you'll live.
Get out of here.
You have a lot of phone calls to make, and so do I.
So, you're Mr.
Berry's friend? The doctor? The one he says can help me? Mr.
Berry and I aren't really friends.
We just met last night.
Semantics.
Are you surprised I know a word like "semantics"? Bobby, I'm meeting you for the first time.
Everything's gonna be a surprise.
Why don't you tell me how you got here? I mean, does it make a difference? I'm a boxer with priors and former gang ties.
Nobody thinks I'm innocent.
Pretty sure you don't think I'm innocent.
Well, are you? Look I was in a gang.
I don't deny that.
Everybody was where I lived.
You had to be.
Then, um, I found boxing when I was 14.
And I was good at it.
By the time I was 17, I was very good at it.
I, uh I left the gang.
Got focused.
Met a really good woman and, uh, got married.
Had two beautiful daughters.
All I ever wanted was to give my wife and babies a home.
Nice things.
And now you're looking at life in prison.
For a crime I did not do.
So tell me what happened.
(SIGHS) So I win the fight.
And next thing I know BOBBY: And then my wife's phone started ringing again.
And I knew they were on their way.
And sure enough, five minutes later (IMITATES SIREN WHOOPING) Three cop cars.
My wife's screaming.
They read me my rights, and here I am.
Okay.
Tell me again.
Tell me what happened.
So, I win the fight, and next thing I know BOBBY: And then my wife's phone starts ringing again.
And that's when I knew I was gonna end up here.
One more time.
What? Why? Because I asked you to and because it's gonna help me figure out if I can help you.
So I knocked the big fake out BERRY: Well, what do you think? I think you're right.
I think he didn't do it.
Told you.
He's a good kid.
Well, maybe he is, maybe he isn't.
I think I know what he's telling me about that night is what happened.
(CHUCKLES) Your instincts are that good, huh? I had him take me through it three times.
It's a test called false reiteration.
If he were lying, he would have told the story the exact same way over and over again.
It's what people do when they're making something up.
Every time Bobby told me the story, he added new details.
Not contradictions, just more and more little recollections as he was remembering what happened.
While I don't believe he killed that guy he's not telling us something.
I got to be in court for jury selection in two hours.
You dropping me off, or you coming with me? (PHONE RINGING) (SIGHS) (CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFS) Hi, Mom.
No.
I haven't changed my mind.
Look, it's not that I don't want to spend Thanksgiving with you and Dad.
It's just that I want to spend it with my friends a little more.
What are we having? Chicken nuggets and Jell-O shots.
Just like they had on the Mayflower.
(PLANE PASSING BY) GATE ATTENDANT: Ladies and gentlemen, flight 1253 to Dallas has been temporarily delayed due to weather.
As soon as we have the new departure time, we will share it with you.
Thanks in advance for your patience, and in the meantime, please don't wander too far from the gate.
It's supposed to be in the 80s in Dallas.
If we get there.
Hmm.
Ah.
Thunderstorms.
They'll pass.
We'll get there.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY) (CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING) RIOS: Is that Dr.
Jason Bull? I didn't realize you were gonna be involved in the Bobby Lewis trial.
ADA Rios, this is Galvin Berry, counsel for Mr.
Lewis, Mr.
Lewis's father, Dennis and Lucy, his wife, and their two children.
Good afternoon.
If I could just have a word with Dr.
Bull and you, Mr.
Berry? Give this to the court officer.
Tell him it's for Bobby.
They'll have him change into that before he goes to court.
Sure thing, you got it.
Just wanted to let you gentlemen know that we're running a holiday special in the DA's office today.
Your client pleads guilty in return for 20 years.
No possibility of parole, but at least he's out before he turns 50.
BERRY: Holiday special, huh? Does it bother you at all that he's innocent? BULL: Thank you, Ms.
Rios.
We'll be sure to convey your offer to our client.
By the way, we're having a little holiday special of our own.
You withdraw the charges by the end of the day, and we won't sue the city for false arrest.
Happy holidays, gentlemen.
BULL (QUIETLY): I need you to understand.
This is not how I normally do things.
Usually I have jury lists, and I've done a lot of research and I have my staff talking in my ear, and I have none of those things today.
It's just me and my instincts.
Ask me how many murder cases I've tried.
Whatever you're thinking, it's less than that.
I'm an attorney from the neighborhood, and I'm happy to have your help any way I can get it.
BERRY: How many of you were in musical groups when you were younger? Rock bands, R&B You and your friends, playing instruments.
Maybe you played at a school dance or a battle of the bands.
So you're what? You're, like, a rocker? I own a plumbing business.
Yes.
But you just indicated that you were in a band when you were younger.
Anybody ever ask for your autograph? Do any drugs? Hang out with a groupie? None of the above.
Plus, it was a long time ago, right? Yes, sir.
BERRY: So if someone came to you, applying for a job, maybe, and they told you they were in a gang when they were 13, 14 or 15 years old, would that inhibit you from hiring them? You can't honestly equate being in a band with being in a gang.
- Yes or no, please.
- âNo.
I wouldn't hire them.
Not in a million years.
Judge, the defense requests that this juror be removed for cause.
Mr.
Berry, it's two days before Thanksgiving.
This is the fourth juror you've tried to have removed for cause.
I cannot eliminate everyone in the jury pool who might have a bias against former gang members or professional boxers.
You're just going to have to make do with the jury pool we have.
(WHISPERING): Uh, can he do that? He's the judge.
He can do almost anything.
Do you live in an apartment? I share an apartment with two other women.
Any drug activity that you're aware of in your building? You asking me that 'cause I'm black? Yes.
Because she wants to eliminate you from the jury.
RIOS: No.
I'm asking you that because this case is about a man accused of killing a drug dealer in his neighborhood, and your attitudes in regard to that sort of situation are relevant.
Yes.
I have heard rumors of drug deals in my building.
So if you woke up tomorrow and you found out that someone had done away with the dealer? Would I be upset? Of course not.
The prosecution would ask that this juror be excused.
(SIGHS) Are you a fight fan? No, I'm not.
You ever heard of the defendant prior to his arrest on these murder charges? No, I had not.
And how do you feel about people who have gang tattoos? Well, they're not people I seek out.
They're not people I want my family to be around.
All right.
This guy's completely toxic for us.
Second you get the chance, let's cut him loose.
This juror is acceptable to the prosecution, Your Honor.
Acceptable to the defense as well.
What are you doing? Sorry, Dr.
Bull.
I couldn't let the last black man in the jury pool get away.
Yes, but he's the wrong black man.
Were you listening to him? JUDGE NAUMANN: Ladies and gentlemen, we have our jury.
See you all here tomorrow morning, 9:00 a.
m.
sharp.
I'm sorry.
But I have instincts, too.
Right.
I just, uh I want to believe we seated at least one person who would absolutely not vote guilty.
Frankly, I can't be sure we did.
(PLANE PASSING BY) CHUNK: And where's your mother? She's the one that usually picks me up.
Well, I can drive now, so I offered to pick you up.
Well, all right.
Works for me.
(CHUCKLES) And I wanted to talk to you about something.
(SIGHS) You Baker women.
(LAUGHS) âAlways with an agenda.
So, we found out last night that I got into NYU.
Early decision.
And they gave me a scholarship.
- Oh! (WHOOPS, LAUGHS) - â(LAUGHS) That's amazing! Oh, that's fantastic.
I'm so proud of you.
Thing is, Mom doesn't want me to go.
What? She says it's too far and too dangerous.
Well, that's just crazy.
It's no more dangerous than any other big city, and well, as far as it being far you get on a plane.
It's not like you have to walk there.
Will you talk to her for me? If anyone can convince her, it's you.
(AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (HOLIDAY MUSIC PLAYING) (CLEARS THROAT) (CLEARS THROAT) Are we in Dallas yet? Did we miss Thanksgiving? No.
Still Tuesday.
Tuesday night.
Well, uh almost Tuesday night.
Oh, I must have fallen asleep.
Can I buy you a drink? I wouldn't think so, no.
Oh, sorry.
Are you married? Am I being No, no, no, you're not being anything.
It's just This is New York.
Uh you realize the drinking age is 21? So what's the problem you're not old enough? (CHUCKLES) You're over 21? Quite a bit.
How about you? Do you want to proof me? I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
All right.
(PHONE CHIMES) Hello.
Uh, this is Marissa Morgan.
I need a car to take me to Kennedy Airport.
Yeah, uh, that's the address.
And you have my credit card on file.
Of course I can hold.
Hi, hello, yes, I am.
Well, no, wait.
No.
Uh, that's not possible.
I'm not over my limit.
I'm nowhere near my limit.
Um, let me give you another credit card.
Okay.
Uh, it is a Pan-American card Oh, you have it.
Fantastic.
What do you mean, that one was rejected, too? No, I don't have any other credit cards.
No, there's nothing else you can do for me right now.
Yes, and Happy Thanksgiving to you.
BENNY: There is no Thanksgiving like a Puerto Rican Thanksgiving.
- Wait, no pumpkin pie? - You don't need it.
We have Grandma's tembleque.
Okay, what's that? It is a coconut pudding.
It is the reason why God gave you lips.
And a tongue.
And taste buds.
It is something to be thankful for.
Well, I'll have to try it sometime.
You sure you're really 34? WOMAN (OVER PA): Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that due to continuing poor weather across the southern part of the country, all flights to Dallas - are on hold until the morning.
- (PASSENGERS GRUMBLING) - (GAVEL BANGS) - RIOS: The prosecution would like to call Mary LaFleur.
Ms.
LaFleur, will you state your relationship to Bobby Lewis? I'm his neighbor.
I live right across the street.
And how long have you been neighbors? He's been there a couple years.
I've been there almost 40.
And in that time, have you witnessed any altercations between Mr.
Lewis and the deceased, Mr.
Emmett Sawyer? All the time.
Mr.
Sawyer liked to stand on the corner, like a lot of the men who didn't work.
And, you know, sometimes at late night, they'd get kind of loud.
And this man here was always calling him a drug dealer.
Telling him to stay the hell away from his wife and kids.
Telling him to stay the hell off the block, off the corner.
I could hear them from my bedroom.
And the night of the murder, did you hear anything from your bedroom? I sure did.
I heard it and I saw it.
It was around 1:00 in the morning.
And this one was drunk.
I guess he had just won some fight.
And the two of them just started getting into it in front of his driveway.
When you say "getting into it" Well, first there was yelling.
And then they started pushing.
And then there was punching.
But that didn't last long.
This one punched Mr.
Sawyer in the head, and the next thing you know, he was on the ground.
RIOS: And what else did you see, Ms.
LaFleur? Not much.
I stepped away from the window.
I was scared this one might see me.
Next thing I heard was sirens.
And you know the rest.
No further questions.
Your witness.
Let's take a ten-minute recess.
(CLEARS THROAT) None of that's true.
Lucy was with me.
He was already in the trunk when we got home.
We know.
And when the time comes, we will call your wife to the stand.
But it'll be our word against your neighbor's, and your neighbor will win, because there doesn't appear to be anything in it for her.
Unless, of course, there is.
Is there some history between you two we should know about? Yeah.
I shoveled her walk last winter when it snowed.
(CHUCKLES) And that's it? You have no idea why that lady's working so hard to shatter your alibi? I need to hit the head.
Huh.
What are you thinking? I'm thinking our witness is a liar, the jury's falling for it hook, line and sinker, and our client isn't telling us something.
MARISSA: Kyle, I can't get any money out of my ATM.
It says my account has been emptied.
And my credit cards have all been maxed out, too.
I'm guessing you're still in the air.
Please call me when you land.
WOMAN (OVER PA): Benjamin Colón, first class passenger Benjamin Colón, please report to your gate - so we can assign you - Benny.
To an outbound Dallas flight.
Benjamin Colón.
Benny, wake up.
âHmm? Hi.
I'm Benjamin Colón.
You paged me? Uh, yes, Mr.
Colón.
We have a seat for you on a flight to Chicago.
You change planes there and then you're on to Dallas.
You should make it there by 1:30.
I know it's not what you signed up for, but it's the best we can do.
And what if I wanted to give my ticket to this nice young lady right here? - You can't do that.
- Sure he can.
I just need to see your ID, please.
Come on.
What about your Grandma's tembleque? Oh There's always next year.
Miss, I need your ID.
Are you sure about this? You hardly know me.
Hey, you slept on my shoulder, I know your real age.
Uh, Miss, I need you to board the plane right now, please.
(SIGHS) Okay, well how do I pay you back? I don't really know anything about you.
Your address anything.
What's-what's your phone number? It's 212 555-0178.
That's me.
Text me back.
Thanks.
You're all set.
Happy Thanksgiving.
(PHONE DINGS) Happy Thanksgiving.
CHUNK: So I heard about Anna, NYU.
Let me guess.
She asked you to talk to me about it? It's an amazing school.
And New York is an amazing place.
I'm not sending her all the way to New York when she could go to Emory or Georgia Tech, two perfectly good schools that are not - in the murder capital of the world.
- Oh, come on, New York City is not like that.
That's from when you were a kid.
ANCHOR: Now over to Dave, with the latest in the Bobby Lewis trial.
DAVE: Things have been heating up in the Bobby Lewis trial.
- That's right, we've been on - (WHOOPING, INDISTINCT CHATTER) Do you feel alone Well, sometimes I do Do you feel replaced Feel like there's nothing at all Fearing the unknown Staring into the abyss Craving an escape Waiting for the call Thanks.
Nothing says Thanksgiving like a can of beer and nothing else.
And we can see who floats Measure money in fear At least we can try Hi, Mom.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Uh, I was just wondering what are you guys were up to.
(CHEERING) (BELL DINGS) This has got to be a health code violation.
- (TV CLICKS OFF) - Oh, my goodness.
(CLEARS THROAT) I didn't, in the midst of a drunken stupor last night, call you and invite you over for Thanksgiving, did I? (SCOFFS) It's good to see you too, Dr.
Bull.
No.
Little apple pie for you.
I got a big one for my family and a a little one for you.
I'm on my way to, uh, see my folks.
But I, um caught you on the news this morning on the courthouse steps with the lawyer who's defending Bobby Lewis.
You're working the case, aren't you? (CHUCKLES WEAKLY) Well, "working" may be overstating it.
But yes.
It sort of fell into my lap after everyone left for Thanksgiving.
Please don't tell anyone.
I don't want anyone rushing back, ruining their holiday.
Well, uh, how's it coming? How you feeling? I am feeling like a blind airline pilot trying to land a giant 777 on a tiny speck of land in the middle of the Pacific with no radar, no autopilot, during a giant hurricane on a moonless night.
No team here at TAC.
I'm working with a lawyer who's never tried a homicide, in front of a judge who just wants it all to be over, and working with a client who's not telling me the whole truth.
- You think he did it? - Why would anyone who spent their adulthood dreaming of becoming a champion finally win the fight of their life and ruin it all by going out and killing someone they barely know? It doesn't make any sense.
Makes me want to watch the fight.
BULL: Yeah.
What do you mean? I ever tell you about my dad? You two would actually really get along.
He was a fighter pilot in the Air Force.
Flew I don't know how many missions in Nam.
Red hair.
Alabaster skin.
160 pounds, six-one.
Could never bring himself to step on an ant, but loves boxing.
Always has.
When I was growing up, he had, uh, VHS tapes of all the great fights.
Ali versus Foreman, Ali versus Frazier, Hagler versus Leonard.
And we would watch them all the time.
And he would say to me, "Danielle, "a great fight is like a story.
"The two fighters come out, "that's your 'once upon a time.
' "And by the time it's over, "one of the guys is more famous "and has a lot more money.
That's your 'happily ever after'.
" Look at him.
That's not a guy that wants to win.
But then Whatever he's not telling you, is probably somewhere in the story of that fight.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - Hey.
Hi.
Uh, is there any way that we could clear this room? You can leave Bobby's shackles on, but I-I just, I have to have a private conference with my client.
If it makes you nervous, you can wait right outside the door.
We just need some privacy.
You ever try to fight with one hand tied behind your back? - What the hell are you doin', man? - Oh, look at that.
You're a southpaw.
You like to fight with your left.
But of course, who would know that? You're a nobody, a nothing, a club fighter nobody was paying attention to.
At least you were, until your fight with Ramrod.
What are you doing? - (GRUNTS) - What are you doing? I ever tell you how badly I hate to lose? Come on.
You know what I'm talking about, 'cause you suffer from the same disease.
You hate to lose, too.
I know.
I studied that fight.
I saw the moment when you decided, "screw this," and you let him have it with your left.
It's a great feeling, isn't it? To triumph? To win? Even when you've been set up to lose, 'cause that's what's happened to me.
I've got one hand tied behind my back.
And you set me up to lose, and the irony is, I'm trying to save your life.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You were supposed to throw the fight.
That's the real reason we're here.
You didn't do what you promised, so someone, I'm guessing the mob, planted that body to teach you and anybody else who was thinking of double-crossing them a lesson.
I don't hear you denying anything.
Look, man, what difference does it make? There's nothing you can do.
There's nothing anybody can do.
The fix is in.
I'm going to prison.
My wife might as well be a widow.
My kids have one parent.
My dad's gonna be crying himself to sleep for the rest of his life.
It is what it is.
But it doesn't have to be.
I mean, yeah, sure, in court, we're dead.
We got maybe a one in twelve shot of this jury not convicting you.
And that's from a guy whose business it is to know what the odds are when it comes to juries.
So (SIGHS) let me try and settle this out of court.
Give me a name.
Point me to someone.
Let me try and save your life.
(HORN HONKS) SABRINA: Coming, coming.
What are you doing here? I thought you were already in the car with Anna.
She's in the car.
I wanted another shot at you, alone.
We already had this conversation.
I'm not sending my baby girl all the way to New York alone.
I'm not gonna do it.
She won't be alone.
I'll be there.
That's where I live.
Yes, but it's not the same thing.
She's not gonna come to you like she comes to me.
Well, maybe she would if she knew the truth.
You want to tell her with me? She's 18.
She's old enough to know who her father is.
Come on.
Let's go tell her.
Together.
(SIGHS) Oh, thank God.
Thought you were never coming out of there.
We know each other? I'm Dr.
Jason Bull, part of Bobby Lewis's defense team.
Aren't you missing your trial? (CHUCKLES) I think we both know it doesn't much matter what goes on in there.
The end of that story's already been written.
Just a question of whether we allow it to reach its conclusion or not.
I don't know who you think I am, or what you think I know.
Clearly, you've mistaken me for someone else.
Come on.
Freddy.
I think there's a world where we can all be winners here.
My guy will be a big winner, you and your guys will be big winners, too.
(GAVEL BANGING) JUDGE NAUMANN: Is the defense ready to commence closing arguments? We are, Your Honor.
Begging your pardon, Your Honor.
New forensic evidence has just come to our attention in this case, and recognizing our role as truth seekers, we are at this time filing a motion to dismiss the charges against Bobby Lewis in the death of Emmet Sawyer.
(GALLERY MURMURING) (GAVEL BANGING) JUDGE NAUMANN: Order.
We'll have order in the court, please.
Counselor, are you certain about this? Yes, Your Honor.
I'm not at liberty to discuss our new findings in open court, but suffice it to say, we have definitive evidence pointing to the real killer.
Our apologies to the court, to Mr.
Lewis and to his family.
This is the most confounding end of a trial I have ever witnessed.
But case dismissed.
(GAVEL BANGS) Mr.
Lewis, you are free to go.
(LAUGHTER) (CLEARS THROAT) Hey, hey, hey.
Can you give us a few minutes? - Sure.
See you soon.
- Thanks, Dad.
(LOCK CLICKS) What did you do? Made a deal with the devil.
Actually, just renegotiated a deal you'd already made and reneged on.
They own you now, Bobby.
But of course, they owned you before.
They were just so mad that they couldn't see you were worth more to them as a champion they could bet on than a loser behind bars.
But at least you're back home now.
With your wife.
You'll see your girls grow up.
Spend time with your dad.
And make a pretty nice living.
Thank you.
Man, I am just so thankful.
(PATS BACK) Here's the thing.
The day will come.
The day they no longer have confidence that you're a sure winner, and they'll ask you to throw one, and if you don't, they're not gonna waste time putting somebody else's body in the trunk of your car.
It'll be yours.
You understand? How do I make this up to you? It's easy.
When I send you my bill, pay it.
And when you talk to your wife, your lawyer, your priest, play dumb.
No one can ever know.
Have a nice life, Bobby Lewis.
BULL: Hey, you're back.
How was Florida? Unbelievable.
I'm like a new person.
Ah.
Kyle made it to China? So he says.
So much to be thankful for.
So much to be thankful for.
Good to have you back.
Good to be back.
So what are you doing here, this hour of the night? Uh, trying to track down a lost friend on the Internet.
Just easier to do here at TAC.
Huh.
You're good? Couldn't be better.
Hey Maybe I dye my hair Maybe I'll move somewhere Maybe I'll get a car Maybe I'll drive so far That I'll lose track Me, I'll bounce right back