02x02 - Already Gone

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(HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE)

(WOMAN HUMMING MELODICALLY)

♪ How long will I love you? ♪

(INDISTINCT P.A. SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT)

♪ Long as stars are above you ♪

♪ Longer if I can ♪

(MEDICAL MONITOR BEEPING)

♪ How long will I need you? ♪

♪ As long as the seasons need to ♪

(LATCH CLICKS LOUDLY)

♪ Follow their plan ♪

♪ How long will I be... ♪

(TRUCK HORN BLARES)

WOMAN: I'm sorry if that felt strange.

I've lost a lot of weight.

It felt perfect, Emily.

You're perfect, Emily.

I thought I was never gonna see you.

I'm sorry.

It's just taken me a little
while to realize that...

...I have very little
control over things.

I've probably had my
"lasts" of a lot of stuff.

Last Christmas.

Last camping trip.

And then I realized
I wasn't done with you.

Don't talk that way.

I think we need to get back.

They'll be looking for you.

Can you get me my purse?

Come on. We really need to get you back.

We're not going back.

What are you talking about?

They want to operate on me tomorrow.

Take out part of my brain.

Where the cancer is.

Wait a second.

Th-they can take out the cancer?

They think, maybe.

Unfortunately, to do it,
they're pretty sure

they're gonna have to take out
my personality.

My memories.

My dreams.

But it could save your life, right?

What's the difference if I'm not me?

What is that?

It's nothing.

Emily, no. This is crazy.

- You don't want to do this.
- If you need to leave,

go ahead, I understand.

Emily. S-Seriously,

I-I think I should call somebody.

Emily, no.

- Don't.
- (RAGGED BREATHING)

(SOBBING)

Don't leave, okay? Oh, my God.

Okay, just stop. Just stop now.

Adam, I need you to do it.

(CRYING): I need you to help me.

No, Emily. I-I can't.

If you love me...

Don't make me do this.

Don't make me go on.

(CRYING)

(RAGGED BREATHING)

(QUIETLY): Thank you.

- (GASPING AND CHOKING)
- Oh, my God. Emily.

Help.

M-My girlfriend. I-I think I k*lled her.

I need an ambulance.

I'll never understand why court
is open from : to : .

You can buy a sex toy in this
city at : in the morning,

but you can't file a brief
after : in the afternoon.

I would have loved to have
done this for you, Bull,

but the judge insisted.

You wrote the reports, so
you have to submit them.

Not enough hours in the day.

Can't return all my calls and e-mails.

Clients are mad if I'm not
in court with them every day

holding their hands.

Marissa's on me about cutting
expenses and increasing profits.

Oh, man. I'm hoping to have you
out of here in minutes.

Hey, got a couple of
housekeeping matters

to take up with the judge.

I hope you boys brought
something to read.

She's got a full house;
it's gonna be a long wait.

JUDGE FOLEY: I am denying
you bail and remanding you

to Rikers Island until your court date.

- (GAVEL POUNDS)
- Next case.

BAILIFF: The court calls
Adam Harris in the matter

of the People v Adam Harris,
charged with m*rder

- in the second degree.
- Text Marissa; have her rearrange

- my day.
- Okay.

MAN: Would you please stick
to the document as written?

MAN : Adam.

Oh.

He's just a kid.

Yeah. I wonder what he did?

JUDGE FOLEY:
In the matter of Adam Harris

who's charged with the death
of Emily Conner

by lethal injection.

How do you plead?

Uh, my client pleads
"not guilty," Your Honor.

DISTRICT ATTORNEY: Your Honor,
the young man already admitted

to the EMTs on the scene
that he injected the dr*gs

- that k*lled Ms. Conner.
- ADAM'S LAWYER: Your Honor,

he had no attorney present

when he said those things.

DISTRICT ATTORNEY: Which
is why the district attorney

is recommending no bail at this time.

Shut the DA down and ask for bail.

He's years old, Your Honor.
His girlfriend just d*ed.

Obviously. That's why
we're here. He k*lled her.

Shut the DA down. Ask for bail.

ADAM'S LAWYER: He's a good
student, a good kid.

A star athlete at his high school.

Already accepted at
Fordham University for the fall.

Are you the boy's attorney
or his publicist?

ADAM'S LAWYER: His attorney.

And I, and I'm doing my best.

- You okay?
- (ARGUMENT CONTINUES)

You look like you're about
to have a stroke.

Well, I'm his, uh, father's cousin.

I'm a tax attorney.

Dear God.

ADAM'S LAWYER: Obviously,
everything happened very quickly,

so, uh, there was,

wasn't time to pursue, uh,

other options, in terms of...

Uh, Your Honor, we'd like
to ask for a time-out.

JUDGE FOLEY: A what?

A time-out? Wait a second.

Uh, who are you? And who's he?

Uh, he is the defendant's new counsel.

(QUIETLY): At least for the time
being, if you're smart.

And I'm the guy who put him up to it.

What are you doing?

Trying to get your boy out on bail,

which, trust me, is what you want.

He's not built for prison.

We don't have any money.

Well, one step at a time.

Your Honor, Ms. District Attorney,

I apologize for the disruption,

but Mr...

(CLEARS THROAT) Harris.

Mr. Harris has had
a sudden change of counsel.

May I approach? Discuss bail?

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

This won't take long.

Just want to make sure the bail
bond company doesn't screw them.

And I'm gonna want to give them the name

of a couple good lawyers.

Any thoughts?

You're thinking about the ones
that'll work for free, right?

All right, everything looks good.

I'm not gonna lose my house, am I?

Not unless your son

doesn't show up for court. No.

More importantly,
your son is here, home.

Where he is safe and we can,
uh, work on his defense.

Help him find a lawyer.

Any chance you two...?

You know, it's not really what we do.

We're not really a law firm.

DOUG: I don't know.
You guys were pretty good

- in court this morning.
- Yeah.

SALLY: Please, please, call me back.

I really think we need to talk.

Well, that was a bad idea.

- What's that?
- I was trying to catch Dawn again.

If she would just get
on the phone with me,

I think we could talk this
through, mother to mother.

The victim's mother?

Yeah. Mrs. Harris,
you can't call her again.

In fact, I don't want you calling anyone

without running it by me first.

So you mean you are gonna help us?

No. I mean until we help you...
find... someone.

Is Adam here?

I'd love to talk to Adam.

Can I give you a couple tips?

About basketball?

No. Not about basketball.

About where you are
and what you're doing.

First off, my name is Dr. Bull.

And a pretty good icebreaker between us

would be, "Hey, Dr. Bull.

Thanks for keeping me out of
prison today."

So are you my new lawyer?

No. I'm nobody's lawyer.

I'm not a lawyer.

I'm just a guy who's trying to help you.

So what about that other guy?
Is he my lawyer?

No. We can't. I can't.

Look. I'm not here to talk about me.

I'm here to talk about you.

You want to tell me what happened?

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

- Okay.
- (BALL SLAPPING ON PAVEMENT)

Let's talk about Emily.

She must've really hated you.

What are you talking about?

Well, look at the predicament
she put you in.

Is that what people think?
That she did this to me?

What are people supposed to think?

It's either that or you k*lled her.

No.

She didn't know it was
gonna happen this way.

She didn't plan on me
pushing the plunger.

She didn't even know
I was gonna be in the room.

She... actually tried
to get me to leave.

So you didn't get her the fentanyl?

Was that the stuff she injected?

The whole su1c1de part,
that was a surprise to me.

She asked me to help her

sneak out of the hospital
and have some fun.

She was going crazy in there.

How did that make you feel?

I was so happy.

I hadn't heard from her in months.

I'd been texting her and e-mailing her,

but she didn't want to see me.

Right after she got sick,
I saw her one more time.

We took a ride upstate.

But then she just...

shut me off.

It was like we were never a couple.

(CRYING): It was like...

Adam, get in here, will ya?

I'm getting pneumonia
just looking at ya.

Adam. I need you to get in here with me.

Adam, I'm trying to help you
here. Get in the garage with me.

I don't have to listen to you.
You're not my lawyer.

WOMAN: Adam? MAN: There he is.

WOMAN: Adam! MAN: Adam!

Hey, Adam, can we ask you
some questions?

- Maybe.
- Adam.

I'm gonna talk

to these guys so they can
get it straight about Emily.

You shouldn't talk to anybody,
not without a lawyer.

I don't know what to tell you.

I don't have one of those.

WOMAN: Adam, we want
to talk about Emily.

MAN : Adam, can we ask you
a few questions?

Adam!

- WOMAN: Adam, did you k*ll Emily?
- Hey.

Sorry, folks. Uh, my client

has nothing to say at this time.

Wait a second. You're this kid's lawyer?

Yes. My name's Dr. Jason Bull,

and, uh, I'm part of the
legal team defending... Adam...

- It's Harris.
- ...Harris.

("SWEET CREATURE"
BY HARRY STYLES BEGINS)

♪ Sweet creature ♪

♪ Had another talk... ♪

When was this posted?

A few hours before she d*ed.

♪ We're still young ♪

♪ We don't know where we're going ♪

♪ But we know where we belong ♪

♪ No, we started ♪

♪ Two hearts in one home ♪

♪ It's hard when we argue ♪

♪ We're both stubborn ♪

♪ I know... ♪

(REMOTE CLICKS, MUSIC STOPS)

I don't get it.

She posted this video, but she
doesn't leave a su1c1de note?

This is her su1c1de note.

She's telling you
everything you need to know.

She loved this boy.

She loved life.

It's so sad.

What exactly did she have?

Stage four glioblastoma.

It's brain cancer. No known cure.

She was scheduled for surgery.

They were gonna remove part
of her frontal lobe.

How much time would it have given her?

Two years, tops...

which is why her parents
insisted that she go through

with it. Cable.

This is our client, Adam Harris.

High school senior, basketball player.

Accepted to Fordham University
in the fall.

His father works at the power plant.

Never missed a basketball game.

His parents put their life savings

into a college fund for their son,

and that money is now gone.

That and their house
are securing his bail.

BENNY: Emily's parents,
Nathan and Dawn Conner.

Dad's a veterinarian, Mom's a CPA.

When Emily got sick,

Dawn quit her job
to become a full-time caregiver.

Never accepted her daughter's diagnosis.

Never gave up hope
for a miracle, which...

I totally get.

Trick is going to be finding a jury

who can put themselves in Adam's shoes.

We need to make them feel
the way he felt in that moment.

Does it really matter what he felt?

That kid knew what he was doing

with that needle,

and he went through with it anyway.

The way I read the law, that is m*rder,

and he's guilty.

Benny, the law is there
to protect the people,

not the other way around.

And remember, Emily called Adam.

They hadn't spoken in
months, and it was her idea

to run away from the hospital. She paid

for the hotel, and according to Adam,

the dr*gs were in her purse.

He didn't even know

she had them until she told him

that she wanted to k*ll herself.

Emily orchestrated the entire day,

right up until the moment
that needle was in her arm.

Who pushed the plunger
is beside the point.

The intent was hers, and hers alone.

And intent is what

the law demands for a finding of m*rder.

That is our narrative.

And that is how
we're gonna get this jury

to rule for our client.

(KNOCKING)

Hey, you got a sec?

Hey, uh...

I'm sorry.

I was...

I was out of line out there.

- Okay, the thing is...
- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Oh. Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt.

No. Stay. Unless...

BENNY: No, no.

I don't mind if she hears this.

So... about the case.

I have a point of view,
and I am concerned

that it doesn't dovetail
with our client's.

I've been a practicing Catholic
my whole life.

And su1c1de...

su1c1de's a mortal sin.

Sanctity of life.

No one can take a person's life,
even their own, except for God.

I'm sorry, but...
that's just what I believe.

Let me ask you something, Benny.

Did I ever say I thought
what Adam did was right?

No.

'Cause it doesn't matter.

You have a job to do,
and you can still be

a good Catholic and a good lawyer.

Hundreds of thousands
of men and women just like you

have proven that for over two centuries.

Well, maybe they can...

Damn it, Benny! Come on!

I am not asking you
to go out and k*ll somebody.

I'm asking you
to go into a court of law...

In fact, I'm paying you
to go into a court of law

and save a boy's life.

What kind of God do you pray to?

MARISSA: Bull,

you can't say that!

I just did.

- I apologize on his behalf.
- BENNY: No, no, no.

No, no. No-no apologies necessary.

The kid has a right
to a vigorous defense.

I just don't want to hinder that

because my own personal
moral code conflicts with his.

And I would argue

that you will mount
an even more vigorous defense,

because you understand the jurors,

especially the unfriendly ones.

You sure you want to do this?

After... (SCOFFS)

After everything I just said?

On a case we're not even
getting paid for,

on top of that? Huh?

Wait. Uh, we're not getting
paid for this case?

- Okay, we're done here.
- No, we're not getting paid for it.

Bull?! We're done here!

(RINGTONE PLAYS)

Hello?

Bad time?

Oh, I was just walking out.
What's up, Cable?

I just found the mother lode.

What does that mean?

Emily. I'm talking tons
of stuff, actually.

An online cancer support group.

Mostly other teenagers.

Anyone she was talking to
more than the others?

Yeah, this girl RileyG .

They have all sorts
of online chat sub-strings

and stuff, just the two of them.

(SIGHS)

Okay, um... can you send me those?

You think it might
actually be something?

Maybe.

And see if you can find me
a real name for this RileyG .

Will do. Have a great evening.

Oh, yes. Life is one big party.

(SIGHS)

(LINE RINGS)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Leave a message.

Hey, I know I said I, uh...
I was gonna be there,

but... I can't be there.

I love you.

So, what are we looking for?

People who believe in the right to die?

Too obvious. That's who the
other side will strike first.

Mind if I watch?

- No. - No. - Yes.

(CHUNK CHUCKLES)

What are you hoping to watch?

I'm just fascinated.

I mean, on the one hand, I get it.

I was once, and I was in love.

And I would have done
anything for that person.

And on the other, it's m*rder.

He's right.

You know what the problem
with this case is?

The facts are getting
in the way of the truth.

I've talked to this kid.

He's tortured by what happened,
he's devastated.

He loved this girl
with all of his heart.

Why would he k*ll her?

Why would he... willingly
carry that burden with him

for the rest of his life?

I just have to believe that

the right jury will see
that he did not m*rder her.

It was... a sacrifice

at the behest of the woman he loved.

Okay, with all due
respect to you and Chunk,

I think it's going to be
pretty hard to find people

who can look past the
fact that the girl d*ed

at this boy's hand, and even consider

that there might have been
extenuating circumstances.

BULL: Yeah.

I know. You got to be pretty
damn cognitively agile

to even want to hear it.

Cognitively agile? What does that mean?

BULL: It means we got

a lot of people we need
to eliminate from our jury.

There are just certain types of people

who are more comfortable with absolutes,

certainties, rules.

Everything's black or white.

Those people will never
be able to hear this argument.

This guy,

perfectly-cut suit,
perfectly-knotted tie.

Too fastidious. OCD.

Logical and analytical.

Get him out of there.

Career m*llitary.

History of following rules.

She is not gonna play well with us.

People for whom

there is only a right and
a wrong are not gonna sympathize

with the extenuating
circumstances of our case.

They will never be on our side.

So, how many of you have children?

All right.

Who here sticks
to a strict bedtime schedule?

No exceptions.

Ah. Good for you.

Move to strike
these three jurors, Your Honor.

Now here's where it gets tricky.

We need to find people
who can see the difference

between responsibility and blame.

BENNY: So,

let's just say the chair

you're sitting in right now
suddenly broke.

Would it be your fault?

I'm not sure I understand your question.

Well,

the chair appeared to be fine,

you sat in it, it broke.

Are you to blame?

Well, yeah, I guess I would be?

Well, who else's fault would it be?

And another one bites the dust.

You are running out of options.

I don't know. Maybe the chair
was old, defective.

Bingo. An evolved thinker.

Just because he broke the chair

doesn't necessarily mean it's his fault.

Juror number three is acceptable
to the defense, Your Honor.

Very well, then. We have our jury.

The rest of you are released.

(SIGHS)

I don't understand.

How is any of this
supposed to be helping me?

You just have to trust him, Adam.

This is where the man lives.

That's her mom.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Adam, let's go this way.

No, I need to say something.

Adam, that's not a good idea.

Mr. and Mrs. Conner.

I'm so sorry.

I loved Emily so much.

I miss her so much.

I'm so sorry.

You're sorry?

You should be dead. Not her.

You.

Come on, Dawn. Not here.

You're the drug user.

You gave her those dr*gs,

didn't you?

- Didn't you?
- You are gonna walk this way

and not say another word. Let's go.

We didn't even get to say good-bye!

You took that from us!

You m*rder*r!

(SOBBING)

BULL: Did you give her the dr*gs?

You mean, were they mine?

You know what I mean.

Of course not.

I'm not a druggie.

It's not my thing.

So...

what was that
between you and Emily's mom

at the courthouse?

Sophomore year...

tore my ACL.

The doctor prescribed
hydrocodone, and...

I liked it.

You seek treatment?

Treatment? (SCOFFS)

Told my dad.

He flushed everything down the toilet.

The only other person I told was Emily.

And she told her parents,

and now you're gonna hear about it

from the witness stand.

They're gonna get some expert to explain

fentanyl and hydrocodone
are both opioids.

Then they'll speculate that you
began abusing your medication.

And when you couldn't
get another refill, well...

you bought it off the street.

So when your girlfriend
decided to k*ll herself,

you knew right where to go.

But none of that's true.

And we'll object, but the jury

will have already heard it.

And the people who are inclined
to believe that story

are probably gonna believe it anyway.

Put me on the stand.

They'll know it's the truth
if they hear it from me.

That's not gonna happen.

Not while I'm running the show.

First question the prosecution
is gonna ask you

is "Did you inject those dr*gs?"

And you're gonna answer, "Yes, I did."

And then nobody, from that point on,

is gonna hear a word you say.

And unless there is
an earth-shattering reason

to put you on that stand, I am...

Look at me.

Did I say game over?

Did I say we were defeated?

They may have more points
on the board, but...

the game is far from over.

Don't patronize me.

You don't get a name like Bull

because you give up
before the game is over.

What are you talking about?

That's your name.
You were born with that.

Maybe I was.

Maybe I wasn't.

Maybe I just made it up.

Maybe it's just a tool

I came up with to help me win.

I'll do anything to win.

Game's not over, champ.

(SIGHS)

Marissa!

Bull? What can I do for you?

I want ice.

Ice.

As in, drink?

At : in the afternoon?

I knew never should have gotten you

that box set of Mad Men for Christmas.

Well...

the trial starts tomorrow.

We got a defendant who's
convinced we can't win,

a lawyer who's convinced
he's going to hell

and no m*rder w*apon.

Okay, I'm sorry,

what do you mean, m*rder w*apon?

The fentanyl.

We don't know
how Emily got the fentanyl.

And until we do,
the jury is going to think

that she got it from Adam.

Well, I know Cable gave Danny a lead

on someone in Emily's support group.

A girl who lives upstate.
Someone Emily was talking to

every single day until
about five months ago.

Danny's hoping maybe she
can tell us something.

There's also going on
between Emily's parents.

It's not just grief.

There's some kind of...

disconnect.

I saw it at the courthouse.

I can ask Cable do a
deep dive on their e-mails

and texts... see what she can find.

(SIGHS)

You're not really worried...

are you?

You know, when I was a kid,

when I'd screw up, get in trouble...

make bad choices...

my grandfather would say to me...

"There's a good man in there somewhere.

We just got to keep you alive
till you're ."

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

That kid.

And the way he loved that girl.

The fact he was willing to step in

at that moment
when she needed him, and...

damn the consequences.

There's a good man in there.

GOODMAN: The defense
is gonna tell you that

Adam Harris had no idea

what was going to happen

when he entered the hotel room.

But I'm going to tell you the truth.

About a boy who harassed his ex

with texts and e-mails for months.

Who finally convinced her

to leave the hospital

so he can have sex with her
in a sleazy hotel.

So they can do dr*gs together.

Something he has a sordid history with.

And you know the rest.

Things got out of hand.

And one of them ended up dead.

That's the real story.

(MOUTHS) And we'll prove it.

(EXHALES)

Any progress on the fentanyl?

It's like Fort Knox
when it comes to narcotics

at that hospital. There's no way
Emily got it there.

Huh. Any progress with mom and dad?

You were right.

Emily's dad has been
texting another woman

for the past few months,
and, from what I can tell,

not telling his wife about it.

It might be an affair.

But I honestly don't see
how it's relevant.

It's not. Yet.

But a trial is a living thing.

It's like jazz.

It wants to go where it wants to go.

This may come in handy in a day or two,

so why don't you go back to
the office, give Marissa a hand?

Let's find out
where Emily got this fentanyl.

Harrison. Hey.

Sorry I couldn't
get there the other night.

I, uh... I got a case
that's picking up steam.

(GRUNTS)

Um, how about Friday?

Want to do some salsa dancing?

- (CAR ALARM CHIRPS)
- Call me.

(KNOCKING)

Can I help you?

Yeah. Sorry to bother you. Um,

I'm assuming you're Ava's mother?

My name's Danny. I'm an investigator

working on behalf
of the families involved

in the death of a friend of
your daughter's... Emily Conner.

I heard the news.

I'm so sorry.

Did you know Emily?

Uh... No, not really.

Uh, she came here once, with a boy,

to visit Ava.

Ava'd just had a surgery,
she wanted to surprise her.

But... I think that was the only
time they ever met face-to-face.

Everything else was online.

Online all the time.

Hmm. That's what I heard as well.

And then, all of a sudden,
they just stopped communicating.

Would it be possible

to speak with your daughter?

Ava?

Um...

Again, I'm so sorry about Emily.

Her poor parents.

I would just die

without my Ava.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Ava? Honey?

Uh, this is Danny.

She's a friend of Emily Conner's...

that girl from the news? That girl

who came to visit you?

I don't know that we're gonna
have a lot of luck today.

Uh, how long ago did you say
they stopped communicating?

Um... five months ago.

Well, that makes sense.

Ever since her operation,
Ava hasn't touched her computer.

GOODMAN: Dr. Muller, you were Emily's

oncological surgeon.

In your expert opinion,

would this surgery
have extended her life?

By at least six months.

Emily was an outstanding candidate...

young, healthy

in every other way.
GOODMAN: And in those six months,

any number of medical advances

could have been made?

Perhaps even a cure found? Objection,

Your Honor. Speculation.

Well, given his specialty
in the field, I'll allow it.

Well, a cure certainly isn't...

impossible.

GOODMAN: Nothing further.

- How badly did that hurt us?
- MARISSA: Well,

our five "cognitively agile"
jurors weren't swayed.

But... the rest of 'em love this guy.

BENNY: Dr. Muller,

Emily's tumor was in her
frontal lobe, is that correct?

- It was.
- And the frontal lobe controls what,

uh, memory, language, emotion?

Yes, that's right.

These three things.

They-they're.. they're kind of
the essence of who we are,

wouldn't you say?

Now, would the surgery

have permanently damaged

or altered that essence?

A dramatic change in personality
is a common side effect, yes.

And how did Emily feel about that?

She expressed her concern about that.

Did she ever say
she didn't want the surgery?

Well, she was a minor, so...

Just a yes or no answer, please.

Yes.

BENNY: Let's talk about this cure

- you mentioned earlier.
- Well, I

didn't actually say there was a cure.

I just... acknowledged the possibility

that one could be found.

But, realistically speaking,

that possibility is pretty slim,

considering Emily's time frame,
wouldn't you say?

I mean, there isn't something
that's on the brink

that you're aware of, is there?

No. Not to my knowledge.

And let's just say...

let's say we did find

some sort of miracle cure

for glioblastoma.

What about that
missing part in her brain?

The part that you

wanted to cut out?

Is there some sort of procedure

or medicine that we could use

to grow that back?

No. Of course not.

Huh. I didn't know that.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Nothing further, Your Honor.

MARISSA: Good news.

We picked up two jurors.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(KNOCKING)

- Dr. Bull?
- Cable.

What are you still doing here?

It's : .

I thought you might want to know
I figured out who the woman was

who Emily's dad was texting.

Turns out it was a therapist.

A therapist specializing
in end-of-life treatment.

From what I can tell,
the mom wasn't even aware.

So that's the wedge between 'em.

Emily's dad was taking her
to a therapist,

and he was keeping it a secret
from his wife.

Why?

Because he knew
what his daughter really wanted?

Which means, on some level,

he sympathized with her.

But he couldn't tell his wife.

Her mother.

It wasn't just Adam who had her back.

She had two people in her corner.

One of 'em needs to hear from the other.

And now I am gonna do

the thing I swore I'd never do.

The defense would like to call
Adam Harris.

BENNY: I want to talk about the second
to last time you saw Emily.

Do you remember that day?

Of course.

It was, like, six months ago.

She had just gotten sick.

I mean, you couldn't see it,
but she told me about it.

Anyway, uh, she wanted

to visit this girl who lived upstate.

This girl who had the same thing she had

and just had an operation for it.

BENNY: Tell me about it.

ADAM: I don't really know a lot.

She asked me to wait in the car.

She went into the house
to see her friend and...

came back minutes later.

And what did she say?
Did she see anything?

No.

She was just really upset.

Didn't say a word the whole trip back.

BENNY: And that was
the last time you saw her?

Last time I saw her.

Last time she spoke to me.

Last time she answered a text

or an e-mail...

...till she called me
to help her leave the hospital.

(SNIFFS)

No further questions, Your Honor.

MARISSA: Bull, I know you prepped him,

told him what to say,

but I don't know
where you're going with that.

Didn't change a single mind on the jury.

Doesn't matter.

I'm pretty sure it changed
the one mind we needed to.

And I think I know where
Emily got the fentanyl.

Mr. Conner, you are a veterinary doctor?

Yes. I have my own practice.

Now, am I correct in saying

that there are any number
of crossover dr*gs?

That is, dr*gs that are used
by both people and animals?

Insulin?

Anti-inflammatories?

SSRIs?

- Things of that nature?
- Yes.

What about pain relievers?

Morphine?

Fentanyl?

Do you stock fentanyl?

I do.

Objection. Relevance?

Seems relevant to me.

I'll allow it.

Mr. Conner,

did you give Emily
the fentanyl that k*lled her?

(GASPING, MURMURING)

No.

I did not.

I didn't actually have the courage

to do something like that.

BENNY: But you were aware
that she wanted

to take her life,

weren't you, sir?

Yes.

(MURMURING)

BENNY: Did you

ever discuss it with her?

A few times.

I took her to a therapist.

I didn't know what else to do.

This is what she wanted.

Who was I to take that

from her?

To the best of your knowledge,

has any fentanyl gone missing
from your office recently?

One vial.

About three weeks ago.

And when was the last time
Emily was home?

About three weeks ago.

BENNY: You didn't give it to her, but...

you didn't do anything about it
once it was gone,

did you, Mr. Conner?

No.

(STIFLED SOB) I wasn't sure

it was her.

But I was hoping.

(CRYING)

BENNY: No further questions, Your Honor.

RAND: Let's take an hour recess,

then commence with closing arguments.

(GAVEL BANGS)

All right. Bottom
of the ninth, two outs.

Nail the closing arguments,
and we got this won.

How's my favorite Catholic lawyer?

Let me run something by you.

Something I think I just figured out.

Ladies and gentlemen of the
jury, I have to be honest,

I've had my doubts about this
case from the very beginning.

See, I'm a... I'm a Catholic.

And when we started this case,
I simply didn't agree

with what Emily did.

And today...

I still don't.

But... that's the thing.

It's not about what she did.

It's about what Adam did.

So let's review.

She invited him to the hospital,

so we can't charge him with that.

And she got the hotel room,

so that's not on him, either.

And we're reasonably sure that
she procured the dr*gs, so...

Adam isn't guilty there, either. So...

...what is Adam guilty of?

Maybe being ?

Maybe loving Emily too much to
see her suffer against her will?

Emily's death was a tragedy.

But that tragedy happened

when she was stricken
with this terrible disease.

And...

Emily made a decision.

Now, whether you agree
with that decision or not,

it was hers and hers alone.

And here's the irony...

if you find my client guilty,

all you'll be doing is the very
thing you're accusing him of.

Throwing a precious, young life away.

Can you live with that?

Can you?

'Cause if you can, I have to ask you,

what kind of God do you pray to?

Thank you.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

The jury finds the defendant

not guilty.

(GALLERY EXCLAIMING) (EXHALES)

♪ ♪

(CRYING)

I want to come see you play
basketball in the fall

at Fordham. (CHUCKLES)

You got it, Dr. Bull.

♪ How long will I love you? ♪

Hey.

There's a good man in there.

Don't let that kid screw up.

I won't.

Thank you.

♪ Longer if I can ♪

See that?

And you didn't want to take this case.

Who didn't want to take this case?

Well...

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(GRUNTS)

Hey!

FBI!

Come on, I'm comin' in!

(GRUNTS)

Did you not get my message?

_

It's Friday!

Hello?

All right!

I guess I'll be going.

(SALSA MUSIC PLAYING)

Huh.

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS) That was good.

♪ ♪