Bull (2016) s02e05 Episode Script

Play the Hand You're Dealt

1 (SLOT MACHINES DINGING) (WHOOPING) Money, money, money, money Money Money, money, money, money Money Money, money, money, money Money.
No, you're fine, Koi.
I'm not staying.
My shift's over.
Any action in the parking lots? Not since you left for dinner.
Maybe it's the new cameras.
Maybe it's the regular patrols we added.
Or maybe I'm just incredibly persuasive.
- Well - (SLAPS BACK) Oh, before you go.
(TYPING) Your buddy Mack's been playing poker and drinking for seven hours straight.
He's smashed again.
Getting loud.
Customers are starting to complain.
Wasn't sure how you wanted me to handle it.
Money, money, money, money Yes! (WHOOPS, LAUGHS) (LAUGHING): Come on.
Wow.
Talk about bad sportsmanship.
Just 'cause, I mean, I won $17,000 that used to belong to all of you, um Hey, Mack.
I think it's time to go.
(SIGHS) Hey, everybody, hide your endorphins.
The fun police are here.
Looks like you've had quite a ride.
How about you leave now and go out on top, huh? You're drunk, Mack.
I need you to go.
(LAUGHS) Don't do this to me, man.
This is my day.
This is my table! I've been waiting seven months for this day and this table! Sorry.
Time to step away.
Door's that way.
Can I at least cash in my chips? How about we wait until another time when you're feeling better? All right.
(PEOPLE GASPING) Grab him.
Ah! (SHOUTING) Come on! Get up! You're done.
You're done, Mack! You're banned! Now you're never welcome in this casino again! And get a lawyer.
I'm pressing charges.
You post his picture, make sure he doesn't get back in.
Yes, sir.
(GUNSHOT) BULL: Be nice.
Don't judge.
Be nice.
Don't judge.
Be nice.
Don't judge.
Whoever he is, he's wonderful.
Whoever he is, he's wonderful.
Whoever he is, he's wonderful.
Please, this way.
BULL: When in doubt, smile.
When in doubt, smile.
When in doubt, smile.
(MARISSA LAUGHS) Oh, (GASPS) Bull! BULL: It's only two hours.
It's only two hours.
It's only two hours.
There you go.
Thank you.
BULL: Wonder if that's his real hair.
Let me see that wedding finger.
Hmm, no ring.
No indent of the finger flesh.
Maybe he's actually single.
- (CLEARS THROAT) True story.
- BULL: No it isn't.
You just cleared your throat.
Pretty good indicator that you're about to lie.
When Marissa and I met and we were comparing histories, backstories, and she told me she worked for Homeland Security, I was convinced it was the name of a bank.
(LAUGHING): I'm sorry.
I still don't believe that.
BULL: Good.
Neither do I.
Oh, but it is a good story.
It made you smile.
It still makes me smile.
The only reason I am here, my dear, is to make you smile.
(GIGGLES) BULL: Oh, my God.
I'm gonna throw up.
So how'd you two meet? (CLEARS THROAT) The strangest thing.
I was in my apartment and she just knocked on the door.
(CHUCKLES) Did you know women do that? That is not what happened.
I was sitting at the bar at this place I always go to, just to catch a bite after work, and Kyle was sitting right next to me.
Oh, you did notice? Of course I noticed.
This is the first time she's admitted it.
She's always maintained she never noticed I was there.
BULL: Kill me now.
It's like they're married already.
MARISSA: Anyway, when he got up to leave, I realized that he left his wallet there on the bar, so I didn't know what to do at first, but then the old Homeland Security training kicked in.
Looked in the wallet, realized he lived around the corner.
- So you knocked on his door.
- (MARISSA LAUGHS) Don't ask how long she stayed.
BULL: I hate this guy.
We've done projects on every continent.
I mean, the good news is, you know, every single day, people are being born, and they all need places to live.
We're happy to be the ones to build apartments for them.
BULL: You self-satisfied turd.
I will be right back.
(CHUCKLES) - (MOUTHS) - BULL: God, I'm shallow.
You see her? The look on her face? You ever seen her so happy? What's wrong with you, Jason? Get on board, here.
Oh.
Oh.
(CLEARS THROAT) It's on me.
And you just cleared your throat.
You don't want to pay this bill.
I don't know, makes me feel funny.
BULL: No, it doesn't.
Well, you'll get the next one.
Thanks.
(PHONE VIBRATES) Hello.
OPERATOR: You have a collect call from Makya Benally at the Nawakwa Nation Correctional Facility in Marstick, New York.
Will you accept the charges? I will, Operator, and, uh, let me just get somewhere private.
Excuse me.
(HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE) Mack, is that you? MACK: Bull.
Been a long time.
Thanks for taking the call.
Operator said you were calling from prison.
Something I should know? I need your help, bud.
I got myself in a hell of a pickle.
What are we talking about? We're not talking about anything.
But the cops here are talking about first degree murder.
I'll be there within the hour.
(KEYS CLICKING) (SIGHS) (KEYS CLICKING) Taxi.
(KEYS JANGLE, DOOR OPENS) (CHUCKLES) Thanks for coming, man.
(GRUNTS) It's okay, it's okay.
Let me look at you.
Ah Same old Mack, huh? When was the last time I saw you? Vegas.
Almost, like, six years ago.
(LAUGHING): Oh, yeah.
You were dealing cards at the Bellagio.
Going out with that showgirl.
(CHUCKLES) You lived in a nice apartment.
- That was her apartment.
- Mmm.
So what went wrong? Turns out she was married.
And she didn't tell you.
Oh, she told me.
I think I just didn't assign much importance to it, until one night I woke up and the fella who was actually paying the mortgage was standing over me - with a .
357.
- Mmm.
Those are the nights you wish you were wearing pajamas.
(LAUGHS) So, you done? Done what? Doing your imitation of the dimmest guy in the room.
You don't need to hustle me.
You don't need to charm me.
I'm already here.
I'm at the table, I'm in the game, so deal me in, Mack.
What happened? What'd the tribal cop say? That you were drunk.
That you publicly threatened the murder victim after you were banned from the casino, and then hours later were standing over his dead body.
It's all true.
Except I didn't do it.
Yeah, Pat and I got into it at the casino.
But then he threw me out.
Then I went home and I cooled off.
That's when he texted me.
Told me to come on over and bury the hatchet.
Pardon the racially insensitive figure of speech.
What do you mean, "come over," to his house? Yeah.
I've known Pat longer than I've known you.
We both grew up here on the reservation.
He liked to play the tough guy.
That was his M.
O.
So he was dead when you got there.
Yeah.
Covered in blood.
I was the guy who called 911.
I swear I didn't do it.
I don't even own a gun.
Come on, college roommate.
Tell me this is gonna be okay.
You know me.
I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a murderer.
Of course, Mack.
It's the middle of the night.
And you know, I'm not a lawyer, and this is reservation land.
You guys have your own courts, your own rules.
I'm not even sure how much help I can actually be.
Please.
You're the smartest guy I ever met.
Just Just get involved.
Get me through this.
MARISSA: His name's Makya Benally.
Apparently, he was Bull's college roommate his freshman year.
Born and raised on the Nawakwa Reservation.
After college, he made his way to Vegas working as a dealer and playing cards for money after hours.
Ultimately, he got banned from every casino in the state, so when he couldn't make a living anymore, he returned to the reservation, and this was about two and a half years ago.
His rap sheet includes convictions for drunk and disorderly conduct, assault during a bar fight, and illegal gambling, and now, of course, murder.
CHUNK: And this is one of Bull's friends? Uh, Bull and Benny are on their way back to the reservation to see if they can negotiate some kind of bail.
Hey, Danny, in the meantime, find out what it takes to get this case transferred to a federal court.
Bull would love to have this trial someplace where we know all the rules - and most of players.
- Will do.
Cable, anything you can find out about this tribe and its court systems.
How it works, prior rulings.
Anything that will give us a leg up.
You know, in fact, you hit the Internet, Chunk, you hit the library.
- Aye, aye, Captain.
- Done and done.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE) This is the courthouse, huh? And the meeting place.
And the basketball court, and I think they have school dances here, too.
Ah.
I'll try not to be intimidated.
(DOOR OPENS) (LAUGHS) Wow.
I see they've spared no expense here.
Now, who is this guy to you again? Well, Mack was my college roommate freshman year at UConn.
And you stayed in contact since graduation? Oh, he didn't graduate.
Mack got expelled.
Ah.
Didn't your parents ever have that talk with you about picking your friends? He was actually a pretty fantastic guy.
No, I mean it.
First of all, maybe the most fun guy in the world.
Second of all, after living together for a week or two, we realized we were both pretty good at two things reading people and playing cards.
So we put together this underground poker game.
(LAUGHS) We made a fortune.
That is, until the university caught wind of it.
Shut it down, huh? Shut it down and expelled Mack.
He took the fall for the whole thing.
Swore up and down that I was just an innocent bystander.
That's a pretty good friend.
- That is a pretty good friend.
- (DOOR CLOSES) So what's the pitch here, Bull? How do we get your friend out on bail? Fastball down the middle.
Nobody's found a murder weapon.
Evidence is circumstantial.
I don't think it's gonna be a problem.
Don't underestimate Chief Tsosie.
She can be very unpredictable.
You must be Dr.
Bull.
I'm, uh, Taima Wauneka, Mack's court-appointed defense representative.
Uh, I look forward to working together.
I'm Benny Colón.
I work with Dr.
Bull, and I am Mack's lawyer.
Well, uh, yes and no.
And the chief you were speaking of? Chief Tsosie.
She is the leader of our tribe, and, uh, presides over our court, uh, not unlike your judge.
Uh-huh.
Many subtle differences.
In this court, it only takes a majority to convict, not a unanimous decision, so that's why there are 13 jurors, and not 12, so there's always a majority.
- (DOOR OPENS) - Also, the chief picks the defense representative, as well as the - prosecution representative.
- (DOOR CLOSES) - Based on? - Based on if she thinks you can do a good job.
So there are no lawyers, and the chief is the judge? You're catching on.
So this is what it's like in the private sector? Alice, how are you? How's life at the Bureau? Government work, government coffee.
Espresso? - Oh, you're cruel.
- (LAUGHS) Thanks for coming to me.
Oh, not a problem.
I was in the area.
So what do you know about the murder case against Makya Benally on the Nawakwa Reservation? In Marstick.
I'm aware of it.
Bureau's aware of it.
Why do you ask? What would it take for the feds to get jurisdiction? To try the case in federal court? It would take moving heaven and earth.
Really? It's a murder case.
Between two Nawakwa Nation members on their sovereign tribal land.
Jurisdiction begins with them.
I can't twist your arm? Not my arm you would have to twist.
It's Washington's.
We both know that arm doesn't move without a ton of time and a ton of money.
(SIGHS) When do we get to sit? No one sits before the chief.
It's a sign of respect.
Got it.
MACK: How you guys doing? (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Woman giving you the evil eye who is she? - (DOOR CLOSES) - That's Wera Harjo, Pat's widow.
Ah.
(DOOR OPENS) I see we have some new faces today.
Who are you? You with the glasses? - What's your name? - Your Honor It's Chief.
Chief Tsosie.
My apologies, Chief Tsosie.
My name is Dr.
Jason Bull.
Doctor.
I assumed you were a lawyer.
(LAUGHS) No.
He's the lawyer.
I'm what they call a trial scientist.
Trial science.
I think I've read about you.
That's highly unlikely.
No, I'm sure of it.
Many years ago, I studied law in Albany.
I still read many journals.
Welcome to my courtroom, Dr.
Bull.
Please, have a seat.
Today we're here to try the case of The Tribe v.
Makya Benally, who's accused of the murder of fellow tribal member Patwin Harjo.
Would you please stand, Mr.
Benally? How do you plead to these charges? I plead not guilty, Chief.
Your plea is noted.
The trial begins in two days.
(GAVEL BANGS) Two days.
That's all we got to prepare? I guess we're not in Kansas anymore.
When do we discuss bail? Uh, Chief, on the matter of bail? Bail? Chief, this man is accused of murder.
The tribe requests that, out of a concern for public safety, any request for bail be denied.
TAIMA: Chief, Makya Benally is an innocent man.
Keep in mind, no murder weapon has been found, and all evidence thus far is circumstantial.
He looks forward to participating in the preparation of his defense with his friends from Manhattan, as well as myself, but to do so, he must be able to travel.
Chief, please.
In this circumstance, I'll allow it.
Bail is set at $100,000.
Nice.
Fastball down the middle.
So is there a particular bail bondsman you use here on the reservation? There are no bail bondsmen on the reservation.
Then, why did we ask for bail? I don't know.
Seemed like you wanted it, so I felt that I should get it for you.
This mean I'm going back to jail? No, don't worry.
I'll take care of it.
I'll find the money somewhere.
What am I signing here? Well, we secured Mack's bail last night with money from our day-to-day, so now you're moving money over from your personal IRA to cover TAC's day-to-day.
- You're a good friend.
- Mm.
Correction.
I'm a friend haunted by guilt.
Good friends don't pony up this kind of money.
Hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you.
Whatever you say.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Wow.
I feel underdressed.
This is all J.
B.
's? You mean Dr.
Bull? Uh, this and plenty more.
Dr.
Bull, huh? (LAUGHS) Well, let's begin at the beginning.
How do I get my hands on a jury list? There is no jury list.
Um, jurors aren't randomly summoned through the mail.
They volunteer.
Volunteer? It's usually the same 25 or so regulars.
We live in a small community 1,400 people.
You can see the same folks on virtually every case.
I do have a list of those names.
Great.
Cable, Chunk, split those up.
Marissa, let's do this old-school.
Get a car service to take them out to the reservation.
- Be my pleasure.
- Let's get pictures of houses and cars and businesses, see what we can surmise.
And, Danny, do me a favor.
Why don't you go along, too? Dig into Pat.
See if he had any enemies the tribal police may be overlooking.
And you two, to the extent that you can get people to talk to us, let's try and identify people on that list who know and like Mack.
People still love you, don't they, Mack? Oh, I'm way loved.
I hope so, 'cause we need all the friends we can get on that jury.
Tell 'em why, Taima.
Reasonable doubt is not the standard in our tribal court.
What does that mean? BULL: That means the jury only needs to believe that Mack is more likely than not the murderer.
More likely than not? Really? BULL: Really.
There's a lower burden of proof for the prosecution, which means our job is a lot harder.
MARISSA (LAUGHING): Okay.
I felt us park.
Can I take this blindfold off now? No, not yet.
Oh, you feel that? Oh.
That's a nice shirt.
No, that's my heart pounding.
Oh, Kyle, look, no, no, no.
Mm, this is starting to get gooey.
I'm actually not really good with gooey.
I am actually really good with going to nice restaurants, and enjoying some good wine, and sleeping over at each other's apartment once or twice a week.
All right, stop.
This isn't gooey.
My heart's pounding because I'm about to show you something that means a lot to me, and I'm just worried that you'll Hey, hey, hey, don't worry.
Stop worrying.
Okay.
Take off the blindfold.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE) Let's get out of the car.
Hey.
I own this entire block.
Okay.
Well, me and a big Chinese bank and a bunch of investors.
- (CLEARS THROAT) - I'm happy for all of you.
You're trying to corner the market on urban blight? (CHUCKLES) Kinda.
We're building a 40-story mixed-use building right on that corner.
Biggest project in all of Queens.
Beautiful.
Maybe I'll show you the model one of these days.
High-end supermarket on the ground floor of a 23-story building on that corner.
We are gonna transform this neighborhood.
- (GROWLS) - Oh! (GIGGLES) One of my favorite words, by the way, "transform.
" I've never seen you like this.
You're like a little kid.
I spend every day thinking of two things: you and this.
I just thought it was time you met each other.
Enough of that.
(CHUCKLES) Let's go find a fine restaurant, drink some good wine, and figure out whose apartment to wake up in.
In a minute.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
It's a big casino, and I'm one guy.
An hour and 20 minutes.
Makes me think you're not that excited to be talking to me.
My friend was murdered, and you work for the man who did it, - so - The man I'm working for claims he didn't do it.
And I have to believe you're just as interested in making sure we find the real killer as much as anyone else here.
So, tell me, who else might've done it? I don't know what you're talking about.
- Everybody here loved Pat.
- Come on, you work for casino security.
You say no to a lot of people.
Okay.
Sure.
There are hookers we have to turn in, cars stolen from the parking lot.
People lose their life savings and blame us.
But I don't think any of those folks killed Pat.
Okay.
I'll ask.
Why are you so sure Mack did it? Because I was here.
I saw how drunk he was.
I saw how mad he was.
Guy makes his living playing cards.
Pat told him all that was over.
He was banned.
They won't let him play in Vegas.
It's not like he can move to another reservation.
Let's not make this harder than it is.
Well, I'm gonna make it a little harder.
I'd love to get a copy of every incident report involving security for, say, the last three years.
That something you can pull together for me? The tribe told me to provide you with whatever you need.
I was told by my boss to wait as long as it takes for those reports, so this is all gonna work out perfectly.
- Bull.
Bull.
- (GASPS) - Uh, sorry to startle you.
- (GRUNTS) We just got back from the reservation.
I had a feeling you'd still be here, and I wanted to catch you before you headed to court.
(GRUNTS) Forgive my appearance.
It's a it's a real page-turner.
So, what's up? Your buddy, he's not winning any popularity contests on that reservation.
Mm.
What does that mean? Bull, I don't doubt that he was a great roommate 20-some years ago.
But, apparently, in present day, he's not a very good neighbor.
He's the guy with noisy parties in the middle of the week.
H-He's the jerk who curses at your kid at Halloween.
He's the jackass at the community pool who rates everybody's wives and girlfriends.
- (GRUNTS) - Borrows money, doesn't pay it back.
Drinks too much, drives too fast.
And his music only plays on loud.
Everybody hates him.
Well, that doesn't make him guilty of murder.
The point is, of the 25 people on that jury list, 18 people know him and 18 people hate him.
And the other seven haven't heard anything good.
The jury is set.
The trial will commence after a one-hour lunch break.
(GAVEL BANGS) This jury wants to send me to the firing squad.
And the trial hasn't even started.
I thought this jury stuff was your specialty.
Who knew? To know you is to loathe you.
We're eating lunch in the car.
Let's go.
There were two people on that jury who weren't on your list.
- You know 'em? - TAIMA: Sure.
Uh, the woman is Catori Yazzie.
Um, Pat's wife, Wera, actually saved her child on the operating table a couple years back.
Wow.
When it rains, it tsunamis.
The other one, though, uh, the man, that's, uh, Joe Chavis.
He's a very prominent businessman on the reservation.
Not the kind of guy that usually volunteers for juries, but, uh, he owns the car wash, runs an auto shop.
Um, he's actually talking about maybe even opening up - a dealership.
- His house, his business any of those close enough to visit? Well, the auto shop is a couple minutes away.
I'm not sure what you'll learn, - but, uh - Driver, - this man will direct you.
- DRIVER: Yes, sir.
(ENGINE STARTS, REVS) I like it.
He's investing in himself.
Suggests he can see beyond the obvious.
And his relative success suggests that he may be a meaningful voice when it comes time for deliberations.
BENNY: You look at a body shop and you see all that? I take my optimism where I can find it, Benny.
Don't rain on my parade.
Don't you think it's kind of weird that he's starting renovations by ripping up a sidewalk? I'm feeling drops, Mr.
Colón.
Do not start down this path.
- Anybody else feel like lunch? - Mmm.
After responding to a 911 call at the Harjo residence, what did you find? Pat Harjo was lying facedown, dead.
Mack was standing over him.
LOCKLEAR: And Mack had Pat's blood in his clothes - and on his hands? - Yes.
LOCKLEAR: Mack was the only other person at the scene of the murder? Yes.
Thank you for your service.
So, the blood on Mack's hands, what does that indicate to you? Intimate contact with the body after it was shot.
And when you say "intimate contact," could that mean checking for a pulse, both at the wrist and the neck? It could.
And, in fact, isn't that what the defendant told you after you arrested him, that he came upon the body and that he was trying to determine whether his longtime friend was alive? That is what he told us, yes.
TAIMA: New question: when you found the defendant standing over the victim's body, did you see the murder weapon? We did not.
So is it your testimony that you believe that the defendant killed the victim, called the police, hid the murder weapon, but didn't bother to wash off any blood on his person? You're putting words in my mouth.
(CHUCKLES) My apologies, so soon after lunch.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) New question.
The bullet that killed Pat was a .
30-06 Springfield caliber, - correct? - Yes.
And isn't that one of the most common calibers on the market? I suppose you could say that.
TAIMA: More than 300 tribal members on the reservation have a gun that will shoot the caliber that matches that description, correct? Around there, yes.
Thank you.
Nothing further.
Taima did good work.
Where do you think Joe Chavis stands? BULL: It's hard to tell.
Good poker player.
(QUIETLY): Stop looking back at the victim's widow.
You're drawing the jury's attention to her tears and doing the other side's work for them.
Thank you.
And if there's anything else you can do to help me save your life, it would be much appreciated.
BENNY: You can read everyone at that table, can't you? BULL: Can read almost anybody.
Except my own client.
Mm.
You were pretty rough on him today.
I know.
(SIGHS) Any chance I can persuade you to call your own car? I think maybe I ought to stop by Mack's.
Apologize.
Buck him up.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING) (ENGINE SHUTS OFF) (KNOCKING) (SIGHS) (BEEP) - (RECORDED): It's Mack.
Start talking.
- (BEEP) Hey, Mack, I'm at your front door, and you're not here.
You're out on bail, my friend, bail bought and paid for with my money.
You're not supposed to be out raising hell.
Give me a call when you can.
- (BEEP) - (SIGHS) (CREAKING) Of course.
Mack.
(SIGHS) (WHISPERS): Damn it to hell, Mack.
Cut this man off.
Hot damn, J.
B.
How'd you find me? You've got a phone I've got a young lady who can find you.
She said the last call you made was to a boat rental outfit here on the river.
That's truly impressive.
Mm.
I'm guessing you rented a boat and you don't plan to return it.
And you're adding fugitive and grand larceny to your rap sheet? You should be on Jeopardy! I'd already be gone but the weather looks bad.
(SIGHS) I don't know who's the bigger fool you or me.
You know what happens next, right? You hole up in Canada or wherever it is you're headed, the cops'll look for you for a while, but then they'll decide you're not worth the trouble.
So far this is sounding pretty good.
But then you'll do something stupid.
You'll get drunk or get in a fight or you'll con money off the wrong person, and they will put you away for good, and they will charge you with everything you ever did and a bunch of stuff you didn't.
And it'll stick, and you will take the fall.
Just like I did in college, huh? (CHUCKLES): Oh.
I see.
Is it Nostalgia Night here at the Last Dive Bar Before the Interstate Pub and Grub? Apparently I can never repay you for this extraordinarily selfless deed you committed on my behalf.
The part we always leave out is that you hadn't gone to class in a month and they were gonna kick you out anyway.
(EXHALES) I'm done.
Okay? I put 100 grand up for your bail and I am reasonably certain I'll never see it again.
So I'd say we're even.
Now I'm gonna go get some sleep.
At least one of us should show up in court tomorrow.
DANNY: Dr.
Bull.
Bull, wake up.
(CLEARS THROAT) Bull.
Hey.
Sorry to wake you.
I was going through the casino's incident reports last night and, uh, came across something interesting.
Something I think you're gonna want to know before going into court.
(GROANS, MUMBLES) - Or not.
- Mm, sorry.
I'm not actually sure I care.
You're the boss.
No.
No, I want to hear.
(SCOFFS LIGHTLY) Okay, maybe it's nothing.
But when I was talking to Koi, he mentioned that the casino had a car theft problem.
106 thefts in the last year, 30 in the last eight weeks before Pat was murdered.
All taken from the same back parking lot at roughly the same time of night.
All high-end, easy-to- trace luxury vehicles.
Okay.
And then Pat installed cameras and added patrols, and the thefts suddenly stopped.
Makes me think someone is no longer making a lot of money.
I'm following you, but I'm not sure where we're going.
High-end luxury cars are worth a lot more in pieces than they are assembled.
That's how you monetize them you sell the parts.
Easy to move, impossible to trace.
But you need a place to take the cars apart.
- Still not caring.
- There are only a small number of facilities with the space and the tools needed to do the job in and around the reservation, and only one on the reservation itself.
Belongs to a guy named Joe Chavis.
Excuse me? You mean our Joe Chavis the one on the jury? Unless there's another Joe Chavis on the reservation.
Well, we know he owns an auto repair shop.
We were there yesterday.
Yeah, but it doesn't mean he owns the auto repair shop that's been chopping up these cars, and it's not like we can ask him.
That would be jury tampering.
Even on the reservation? Even on the reservation.
Pretty clever if it's true, though.
Kill a man, frame someone else, then volunteer to be on the jury that's trying the person you set up? When we get to the courthouse, you keep the car.
Driver'll take you over to Joe Chavis' Auto Body.
Take a look around, see if he's operating a chop shop.
If he is give me a call.
Meantime, I'll do everything I can to stall in the courtroom until I hear back from you.
And if you happen to see a rifle that fires .
30-06 Springfield bullets lying around, I'd love to hear about that, too.
Is the defendant not in attendance? We're reaching out to him as we speak.
Uh, when I spoke to him last night he said he wasn't feeling very well.
May we beg the Court's indulgence? The Court will take a one-hour recess.
And if, at that time, the defendant is not present, we will commence closing arguments and I will issue a warrant for his arrest on contempt of court charges.
(GAVEL BANGS) Anything you want to share? No.
Let's take a minute and go over your closing arguments, okay? (PHONE BEEPS) Danny? Hey.
This place is locked up tighter than a vault.
There's nobody here.
There's nothing going on.
There's no sign on the door, no explanation why.
You know, it's almost as if they knew that we were looking at those incident reports and starting to figure things out.
Maybe they do know.
Maybe someone told them.
Like who Koi from casino security? You need to lead with the fact that-that there's no murder weapon.
Did you talk to the guys working the sidewalk? Maybe they know something.
There's no weapon to tie him to the crime.
Bull, what guys? I told you, there's nobody here.
And the sidewalk's done.
In fact, it's just a little, tiny part.
Just a little square.
Danny, stay right there.
I'm gonna talk to the chief.
I got to get permission to do something.
- It's Mack.
Start talking.
- (BEEP) Hey, man.
(SIGHS) Maybe I should have begged you last night.
Sorry.
I let my anger get the best of me.
But this is one of those moments.
You can actually do the right thing even though you've already done the wrong thing.
If you're not too far away, turn around.
Come back.
Get to court.
LOCKLEAR: Mack is unquestionably the killer.
He had means, he had motive.
He had the blood of the victim on his body, and he has no alibi.
And if you're at all unsure about his guilt well, he's done you the favor of leaving town in the middle of the night.
Clearly the act of a guilty man.
So let's put this matter to rest, once and for all, and convict him.
Then let the police do their job and catch him, so we can lock him up and make sure that he never hurts anybody again.
Thank you.
TAIMA: You know, it's easy to dislike Mack.
He spends too much time in the casino, he gets too loud, he gets too drunk, seems to care more about having fun than being a good friend or a good citizen.
None of that matters and none of that means that he's a murderer.
Ladies and gentlemen, there is simply no hard evidence to back up the assertion that Mack is the man responsible for this killing.
Yes, they found him standing over the body, but that's because he called the police.
And, to date, the murder weapon has not been found.
So are we gonna convict somebody just because we don't like him? And, for that matter, has anyone demonstrated any real motive? If you believe Mack is a killer, then you believe he murdered Pat, a man he'd known for most of his life, because he banned him from playing poker a situation that killing Pat would not remedy.
It just doesn't make any sense.
Ask yourself - who does this make sense for? - (SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE) Maybe someone who made a small fortune stealing cars, chopping them up, - and selling them for parts.
- (TIRES SCREECH OUTSIDE) - (SIRENS STOP) - Someone who Pat - was determined to stop.
- (CAR DOORS OPEN) That's the person who has motive to kill Pat.
For real money, - not for some poker hands.
- (DOOR OPENS) (GALLERY MURMURS) Forgive the interruption, Chief, but with the help of Officer Abeita, the tribal police, and with your permission, we dug up the sidewalk in front of Joe Chavis' Auto Body, and, lo and behold, discovered this rifle.
TAIMA: In light of this new evidence, and as we wait for forensic testing, the defense suggests that we stop this current trial.
I agree.
TAIMA: And, in addition, that the Court issue a warrant for Joe Chavis in the murder of Patwin Harjo.
A warrant is hereby issued.
No, you can't be serious.
They-they can't just dig up my sidewalk.
- That evidence was planted.
- Well, we'll find out soon enough, Mr.
Chavis.
- Take him down to holding, please.
- CHAVIS: This is crazy.
(CHUCKLES) Okay? Mack's the killer.
Mack's the killer.
Mack Everyone knows Mack is the killer.
- Please.
- OFFICER: Gonna radio it in.
Get your hands off me, you have the wrong guy.
Well, it was nice working with you.
The pleasure was all mine.
Thank you.
("DIRTY WORK" BY STEELY DAN PLAYING) What are the odds? The odds of what? The odds that Chavis would buckle and confess to killing Pat? You pulled a royal flush.
Oh, and by the way, he had help.
Koi.
They were actually both in on it together.
In fact, it was Koi who texted Chavis when Pat was on his way back home that night.
And it was Chavis who texted you after killing Pat to come over and make peace so he could frame you for the murder.
You going somewhere? I just won you your freedom that seems counterintuitive.
You ever been to Tunica, Mississippi? Ah.
Riverboat casinos.
Fresh start.
Nobody knows me there.
You look disappointed.
It's who I am, Bull.
And I love who you are.
But you're never gonna hit that jackpot, man.
You know a lot of stuff, but you don't know that.
(SHORT CHUCKLE) We're even.
If you say so.
But we're still friends.
I'm still taking your calls.
I'm still here for you.
I know that.
I'm a fool to do your dirty work Oh, yeah I don't want to do your dirty work No more I'm a fool to do your dirty work Oh, yeah I don't want to do your dirty work No more I'm a fool to do your dirty work Oh, yeah.