02x05 - Play the Hand You're Dealt

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(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 $ ,

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.

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(g*nsh*t)

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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: k*ll 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 m*rder.

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 . .
- 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 m*rder 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 .

I swear I didn't do it.

I don't even own a g*n.

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 m*rder*r.

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,

as*ault during a bar fight,

and illegal gambling,

and now, of course, m*rder.

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 m*rder w*apon.

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 jurors,

and not ,
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 m*rder 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 m*rder 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 m*rder

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 m*rder.

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 m*rder w*apon 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 $ , .

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 or so regulars.

We live in a small community...
, 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 m*rder*r.

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 -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 -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 minutes.

Makes me think you're not that
excited to be talking to me.

My friend was m*rder*d, 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 k*ller

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 k*lled 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

-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 m*rder.

The point is,

of the people on that jury list,

people know him

and 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 f*ring 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 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 m*rder?

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 sh*t.

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 m*rder w*apon?

We did not.

So is it your testimony that you believe

that the defendant k*lled the victim,

called the police, hid

the m*rder w*apon, 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 b*llet that k*lled Pat was
a . - 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 tribal
members on the reservation

have a g*n that will sh**t
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 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.
thefts in the last year,

in the last eight weeks
before Pat was m*rder*d.

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.

k*ll 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 r*fle that fires

. - Springfield b*ll*ts 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 m*rder w*apon.
Did you talk to the guys

working the sidewalk?
Maybe they know something.

There's no w*apon
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 k*ller.

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 m*rder*r.

Ladies and gentlemen,

there is simply no hard evidence

to back up the assertion

that Mack is the man
responsible for this k*lling.

Yes, they found him
standing over the body,

but that's because he called the police.

And, to date, the m*rder
w*apon 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 k*ller,

then you believe he m*rder*d Pat,

a man he'd known for most of his life,

because he banned him
from playing poker...

a situation that k*lling 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 k*ll 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 r*fle.

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 m*rder 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 k*ller.

Mack's the k*ller.

Mack... Everyone knows
Mack is the k*ller.

- 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 k*lling 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 k*lling Pat

to come over and make peace

so he could frame you for the m*rder.

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. ♪