06x10 - Frontotemporal

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Previously on Bull...

We could keep this up for a while,

but eventually it'll fall apart.

It stops now.

- Taylor...
- Tidal.

Soccer mom.

You still up for an adventure?

And you're in.

Here's your cash.

I'm considering leaving TAC
and going to work

for Bradley Lena.

You want your name above the door?

- You never asked for that.
- With him, I didn't have to.

If you would like to change
the name of the company, I...

I want to be somewhere
my value is known.

You ar...

Not something that I have to
argue for or negotiate.

Goodbye.

I don't know where to start, Linda.

We're building a modern luxury hotel,

not refurbishing an ancient ruin.

We are way too close to deadline

for you to be sending me
something this rough!

Anyone else in the office
presented this,

you'd be singing their praises.

That's crap, and you know it.

Ah, sh**t.

Are you out of your damn mind?

Hello?

Hello?

Mom?

Hey, I thought

you said you weren't
gonna be home until later.

Amy.

Is that blood?

There was an accident at work.

Everything is gonna be okay.

I need you to go pack a bag.

- W-We're gonna take a trip, okay?
- Mom,

- what's going on?
- Amy, just please,

go pack a bag now.

Linda Bloom. NYPD.

Open up.

Oh.

Linda Bloom!

NYPD. Open the door! I love you so much.

What did you do?

And this is us at Haleakala.

You should have seen it.

His entire personality just lit up.

Aw. I'm so glad you guys
had that time together.

Yeah, it was a great trip.

I'm also glad that
you and I can do this again.

You know, have a friendly relationship.

Me too.

Truth is, though,

this trip wasn't just
to visit my family.

I had an interview,
for a job while we were there.

A job? Really?

I just found out that I got it.

You're moving to Hawaii?

- That's the plan.
- Wow.

I mean...

congratulations.

Thank you.

Sorry, this is just a lot to process.

Um...

Mauricio is gonna miss you so much.

I mean, you haven't
told him yet, have you?

No, I thought we should talk first.

- Good.
- Because I want him to come with me.

Before you react, think about it.

My whole family lives there.

- Oh, my God.
- He'll grow up with his cousins.

That's why you brought me here
to tell me,

so I wouldn't freak out?

Flight schedules
between JFK and the Big Island

are pretty good.

Erik, what the hell
are you talking about?

You're asking
if my son can move to Hawaii?

He really did love it.

Of course he loved it!

- It's Hawaii!
- Can you lower your voice?

- Please?
- Did you really think

there was a chance in hell I'd say yes?

I thought we could at least discuss it.

No, there's nothing to discuss.

I'm not living clear across the country

from my six-year-old son.

How do you plan to take care of him

when I'm not here to pick up your slack?

Pick up my slack?

You work nonstop, Taylor.

Half the weekends
you're supposed to be with him

you call me last second to cover.

You're doing this to get back at me.

- What?
- I hurt your feelings

because I called off our fling, mistake,

whatever that was,
and now you're getting payback.

Wow. That would be convenient

for you to believe, wouldn't it?

This is about my career

and our son...

Are you really looking at
your phone right now?

I have to go.

It's work, isn't it?

- When can we finish this conversation?
- Screw you, Erik.

Move anywhere outside the five boroughs,

you're moving alone.

Good. You're here.

I can't find anything
on Marissa's computer.

It's like everything is in code.

Can you help?

Not quite the emergency
your texts implied,

but yeah, sure.

I still can't believe Marissa
left without giving us time

- to sort all of this out.
- Losing her was gonna suck

no matter how much notice she gave.

Danny. Taylor.

Chunk and I have a : a.m.
meeting with the new client,

but this dossier is incomplete.

There's no medical examiner's report?

I didn't know we were
supposed to include that.

Well, if you don't know
something, you ask.

But if we don't know
we're missing something,

how can we know to ask about it?

Have you looked at the candidates...

...the headhunter sent
to fill in Marissa's job?

We could really use the help.

- I haven't, but I will, soon.
- Bull, we got to get going.

- I have the ME report right here.
- Okay. Good.

There it is. Listen.

I know that we're stretched
a little thin right now

without Marissa, but...

we're gonna get through this
transition stronger than ever.

I promise.

You're gonna want to
take a look at this on the way over.

She stabbed him in the neck six times.

- Six times?
- With a fountain pen.

Ooh. It's gonna be hard to make
that look like an accident.

Connor was my boss.

But he was also my friend.

We worked together for years.

We had hundreds of arguments

about hundreds of projects,

but this time...

I got so frustrated.

I just snapped.

Were you having a romantic

or a sexual relationship
with the victim?

No.

Was he harassing you in any way?

- Connor? No. Never.
- Ms. Bloom,

is there any information you can give us

that could help a jury
understand why you did this?

He kept waving his pen around.

Really pissed me off.

I don't understand it, either.

I k*lled a man.

How can I live with that?

How do I explain that to Amy?

And according to the police report,

she was home at the time
you were arrested?

It was awful.

How scared she looked when they took me.

Who's watching her now?

She's at an emergency
foster care center.

Is her father in the picture?

I used a sperm donor

to get pregnant.

Amy doesn't have any other family.

It's always been just us

against the world.

But now...

I can't bear to think of her
in foster care.

Is there anything...

is there anything at all
you can do to help me?

To be honest, I'm not sure there is

anything we can do to help you,

but I think we can help Amy.

How?

Sometimes the prosecutor will agree

to delay a prison sentence

to accommodate a family situation.

So we could ask if they will
delay your sentence

until Amy's th birthday.

- What do you think?
- I think that

we'd have to beg the A.D.A.

And she'd probably require
that you a plea agreement

to second degree m*rder, which carries

- a hefty prison sentence.
- Whatever it takes.

I'm willing to do it.

- Thank you.
- Don't thank us yet.

We'll reach out to the A.D.A.,
see if she bites.

I understand.

And, um, if you're my legal team now...

...can I ask you to do one more thing?

Hey. Amy?

I'm not coming inside.

Stop asking.

Well...

I like the cold.

Stimulates brain activity.

I'm Dr. Jason Bull.

I'm part of your mother's legal team.

Are you gonna get my mom out of jail?

When can I go home? Tonight?

I'm sorry, I...

Not tonight.

When?

I don't have an answer
to that question yet.

Did she really k*ll her boss?

- That's what they're saying online.
- Right.

I don't understand.

Why?

I don't have an answer for that, either.

Your mom was worried about you.

She tried to call you today,

but you were in school,
so she asked me to come by,

see how you were doing.

How are they treating you in here?

Everyone's nice, I guess.

They told me I could see her
this weekend.

You nervous about that?

I don't know.

Listen, it's understandable.

Seeing her in there would
make it real, right?

We were supposed to go hiking
this weekend.

On the Appalachian Trail.

I am so sorry, Amy.

And I know your mom is, too.

You have to know...

that whatever happened,

it can't change how much she loves you.

How is she?

She's okay. She's confused.

That's to be expected.

She said everyone is treating her well.

Is she gonna come visit me this weekend?

I think you need to give her some time.

But we do have some good news.

The A.D.A. agreed to delay
the start of your sentence

until Amy's th birthday.

But, as predicted,

it's a hefty sentence.

years?

She wanted life.

This was the best that we could do.

This is a gift, Linda.

It means that you can pick up Amy

from foster care and take her home,

and she will never go back.

You'll be under house arrest
until you go to prison,

but you'll be together.

Three years to prepare my daughter

for life without me.

It's worth it.

- Linda?
- Hmm?

The pen?

What about it?

You're writing with the wrong end.

- What do you mean?
- Here, try mine.

Which end are you
supposed to write with?

This one, right?

Don't sign.

I don't think you're guilty

of murdering your boss.

It's a large
but benign meningioma covering

the frontotemporal lobe.

Uh, there's no way to know
how long the tumor's been there,

but based on skull bone erosion,

I can see that it caused
massive brain swelling

over just the past month,

which I'm sure has had

a significant effect on your behavior.

A brain tumor?

What kind of effects?

Difficulty with motor skills,
mood swings,

trouble regulating your impulses
during moments of stress.

Is it, um, fatal?

No, Linda, the mass won't k*ll you.

The procedure to remove it

does have a high rate of mortality.

How high?

Fifty percent.

So, my recommendation is

to start you on a course
of anti-inflammatory steroids

immediately. That should remedy

the behavioral symptoms
that I just mentioned

and help you learn to live with it.

I'm gonna give you a few moments
to, uh, process all that.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

I'm so sorry.

No.

Now I know.

- It was the tumor.
- This...

is gonna be a help to our defense.

We put an expert on the
stand who says that

this abnormal mass is responsible

for your erratic, violent behavior.

That's gonna have an impact.

Look, Linda, I can't imagine

how relieved you must feel

to have an explanation for
why you did what you did,

but we currently have a
very good deal on the table.

And if we go to trial...

All of that goes away.

Three years with my daughter.

But if we win...

I get to spend
the rest of my life with Amy.

Automatism?

Translates as "machine that moves."

We are gonna argue that Linda
was not in control of her body

when she stabbed her boss.

The A.D.A. was not happy
when we pulled out of that deal,

and she's gonna be coming
at us with both barrels.

Danny, I need hard evidence

that Linda's ability
to control her impulses

was diminished by...

We, the jury, find the defendant
guilty on all counts.

What? "Diminished by" is too passive.

This tumor

is a villain in the story.

So we need words that

show that this tumor

att*cked Linda's brain.

It d*sfigured her personality.

She had no motive.

She had no history of v*olence.

This tumor...

made her do it.

Okay, I have a question.

Since we're adding
another case to the schedule,

have you had a chance

to look at the candidates
to replace Marissa?

- Yes, I have.
- Good.

Thank you.

Then I threw them all away,

and then I asked the
headhunter for better options.

So,

who's gonna handle the mirror jury

- on this case?
- Well, I have full faith

you can handle
the mirror jury selection,

and that you are gonna do
a fantastic job

with the algorithm.

Now, I know that Marissa has left...

some big shoes to fill here.

But it would be a mistake to rush

and fill them too soon.

Hi, Ms. Morgan.

We're so excited that you're here.

- I'll show you to your office.
- Thank you.

Can I get you anything?

Um... Morning, Ms. Morgan.

Good morning. No, thank you.

Actually, a cup of coffee
would be great,

- if it's not too much trouble.
- Hi, Marissa.

Hello.

- Bradley.
- Marissa.

Welcome. So jazzed you're here.

This is an amazing space.

The pictures do not do it justice.

Let me show you your office.

You ready?

After you.

This is fantastic.

Not bad, huh?

Wow.

Oh. Is this the case
about the Rikers inmate

- who d*ed in custody?
- Yes.

I was hoping we could dive right in.

Voir dire starts tomorrow.

- Of course.
- Now, my instinct

is to target jurors

who see themselves
as down on their luck,

who've made mistakes in life

and will overlook the crimes
that put the victim in prison

- in the first place.
- W... Uh,

that makes sense.

- Great.
- Yeah, but I don't think

we should rule out the other direction.

Seat jurors who don't make mistakes,

who can't fathom an institution

tolerating the conditions
that k*lled him.

I don't think that the
big money is awarded by

a jury who empathizes with the victim.

I think we want a jury
outraged by the defendant.

Yeah.

Okay, let's do it your way.

Oh, wait, what?

No, I-I mean, I was just spitballing.

I think we should
talk about it some more.

Marissa,

you want to know
the secret to my success?

I only work with people
who are smarter than me.

And when they talk,

I listen.

Your coffee, Ms. Morgan,
with a dash of vanilla.

Saw that's how you like it
on your Insta.

Thank you.

They know how I like my coffee.

I know how you like your coffee.

I'll make it for you every day
if you come back.

I miss you, too, Taylor.

I knew you did a lot around here,

but it turns out none of us
knew exactly what you did.

Oh, you guys will figure it out.

Uh, looking back, I realize
I got too comfortable at TAC.

I forgot how important it is

to do something
outside of your comfort zone.

All right, all right. I'm happy for you.

Thank you.

How's Bull?

If I told you

he's a shell of his former self,

would you consider coming back?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How you doing?
- Uh, good. I'm just...

scrambling to get this brand
strategy deck pulled together.

Ah, yeah.

Well, I hate to interrupt you,

but, um, I need your help.

With...

The headhunter sent over candidates

for Marissa's replacement, and...

I just...

- I'd love to hear your opinion.
- I don't know anything

about algorithms or...

or trial science.

It's not really about any of that.

It's about your feelings
about the people.

I mean, you're a really good
judge of character.

You're good with people.

Says the man with several PhDs
in human behavior.

Please.

I know you're busy,

but I could really use some help.

Sorry, Bull.

I've been having some trouble
recruiting mirror jurors.

Another one just backed out.

Backed out? How many is that?

- Four.
- Four?

- Hire another Marissa.
- Hey, no, no, no, no.

We-we are gonna hire another Marissa.

We are, but right now...

...we're gonna do things
the old-fashioned way.

I'm gonna go into court.
I'm gonna eyeball the jury.

And then when they go to lunch,

you are gonna eavesdrop
on their conversations.

Uh, is that legal?

Well, the jury is not
supposed to talk about the case

until deliberations.

Sometimes they can't help themselves,

and if I happen to overhear them...

Technically, they're the ones

breaking the rules.

Thanks for that.

Mrs. Fritz,

how long did you work with the defendant

and the victim?

I joined the firm years ago.

But Linda and Connor

- had already been working there.
- Did you ever

- see them argue?
- Yes.

Every once in a while,
they would have a big fight.

Nobody else could speak
to Connor like Linda.

But, clearly, they had
a unique relationship.

A unique relationship.

What do you mean by that?

Well, they had known each other
for years.

But, last month,
Connor told me something

that was really quite shocking.

Objection. Hearsay.

Linda, where is this going?

Your Honor, if you'll let me proceed,

you'll see that the victim's statement

falls under the

excited utterance exception.

I'm sorry.

Overruled.

You may answer.

Connor told me that

he had donated sperm to Linda
so she could have a baby.

He said that

he was her daughter's biological father.

And...

did the victim say if there was a reason

he was suddenly telling you this?

He... said he had decided

he wanted to be
a part of his daughter's life.

But Linda was against it.

No further questions, Your Honor.

So, if Marissa were talking
in your ear right now,

what do you think she'd say?

She'd say our client has a motive

and the board is as red
as that bloody pen.

Our defense depends
on convincing the jury

that your brain tumor
is the only logical explanation

for why you stabbed Connor Gilliam.

- It is the only logical explanation!
- And the A.D.A.

is now going to say

that you and Connor had a fight.

And what was that fight about?

Well, he wanted to
tell his daughter the truth:

that he was her biological father.

- But the argument was about work.
- The A.D.A. is

gonna say that this brain tumor of yours

is nothing but a convenient excuse

- to get away with m*rder.
- Look,

years ago,

when I wanted to get pregnant,

Connor offered to donate sperm.

But from the start, he was the one

who did not want to be involved

in Amy's life.

Then, suddenly, he changed his mind.

I was surprised, sure,
but I was not angry.

I'm not even sure I was, um, against it,

like Truvy said. Point is,

none of this even came up that night.

Then why did you lie to us
when we asked you if there was

any kind of relationship
between you and Connor?

Well...

on top of everything else
I've put my daughter through,

how could I let her find out now

that the man I k*lled was her father?

I was hoping it wouldn't come out.

Well, despite your best efforts,

she is gonna find out,

because the prosecutor's
gonna call her next.

Amy,

is it true that you learned today,

for the first time,

that the man
your mother stabbed to death

was your biological father?

Yes.

Had you ever met him before?

A bunch of times.

At her work potlucks.

So...

your mother

introduced you to Connor,

the man she k*lled,

but she never said
that he was your father?

Objection.
Asked and answered, Your Honor.

Sustained.

Amy, have you been
to visit your mother in prison?

No.

Why not?

Because I'm scared of her.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Your witness, Mr. Palmer.

No. No more.

Linda, we have to do
some damage control on that testimony.

She has been through enough.

I know this is difficult,

but our job is to keep you
out of prison.

My job is to protect my daughter.

Get her down from there, right now.

Mr. Palmer?

We have no questions
for this witness, Your Honor.

Oh.

Well, fancy meeting you here.

I wondered how long it would take.

How's the new gig?

Uh, new gig is good.

Uh, great, actually.

And TAC?

Oh, well, you know TAC.

Everybody really misses you.

I miss them, too.

Say hi for me.

Uh, doing anything fun today?

Client's being charged with m*rder.

Even her daughter blames her for it.

So, not fun.

- How about you?
- Uh,

voir dire... wrongful death
at Rikers Island.

Oh. Rikers. I heard about that.

Well, don't fall for the sympathy trap.

If I were you, I would look

for type A professionals, who are pr...

Actually, Bull, I-I've got this one.

Of course you do.

See you around.

- Oh, sorry.
- Okay, so... Oh.

I'm sorry.

Something came up at work, and...

I know, I know.
I'll be home in no more than...

minutes.

Did Mauricio go to sleep okay?

Ms. Rentzel?

- Yes?
- I'm Special Agent Delgado,

this is agent Chamblee,

from the FBI's National Cyber
Investigative Joint Task Force.

Can we talk?

I'll be home as soon as I can.

Ms. Rentzel, you recently
met a young woman

by named Zola Macer,

a hacker, goes by Tidal online.

- What's this about?
- Tell us how you and Tidal

have been spending your time together.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume

you already know the answer to that.

We've been penetration-testing
corporate computer networks,

but making all of
the appropriate disclosures.

It's totally legal.

It would have been...

...if she didn't steal
a treasure trove of data

from Bressadyne Labs and sell it online.

I don't know anything about that.

Well, we traced the intrusion
that gave her access

back to your laptop.

That makes you just
as responsible as her.

You must know I used to work for

the Department of Homeland Security.

If I thought I was doing anything wrong,

don't you think I would've
covered my digital tracks?

I have a son.

Lucky for your son, we don't want you.

We want Tidal.

Look, I'm far from a expert
on cyber law,

but from what I see here,
the FBI has enough

to make your life very difficult.

Like, "ten years in prison" difficult.

I don't even know how this is happening.

I mean, it was just
a fun little side project,

a hobby.

I didn't do anything illegal.

I didn't say it was impossible, Taylor,

but it would be an uphill battle.

And, look, if this agent
is willing to walk away

in exchange for you gathering
evidence against Tidal,

then I'd say do it.

She's my friend.

When I needed help, she helped me.

But she also lied to you
and dragged you into this mess.

It just doesn't sound like Tidal.

She might skirt the law,

but she has a moral code.

I think it's honorable

that you want to protect
your new friend, I do.

But it seems to me like
it's either her or you.

Hey, Super Dad.

Mm. You've been working on that
for a while.

No, I've actually put it together twice,

and I have to keep taking it apart,

because...

You know what's irritating?

Extra pieces.

And this jigamabob

is not even in the instruction manual.

Why do they do that?

I can't help you there.

But, you know what, I did
take a look at the résumés.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I wasn't going to at first,
but then it occurred to me

you were probably counting on that.

What does that mean?

It means I think

you've been dragging your feet
hiring someone new,

because the moment you do,
you have to admit

that it's real that Marissa's
not coming back.

Okay. What kind of half-baked
armchair psychobabble is that?

- No.
- No?

No. Ridiculous.

Mm. Okay.

Okay, maybe there's a grain of truth

in there somewhere,
on a subconscious level.

Marissa and I have worked
together a long time.

She started the company with me, and...

...I may be a little worried that

I won't be able to do it without her.

Well, you can always become a mechanic.

That's emasculating, actually.

Jason,

Marissa's gone, but...

you have a group of very

talented people still working for you.

So stop torturing them

and bring this very talented man

in for an interview.

You're welcome.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Jared?

Dr. Mittman,
are you saying that the tumor

that was laying siege
to my client's brain

caused her to lose control
and s*ab Connor Gilliam?

Yes, that's correct.

But as the prosecutor
has said multiple times,

my client doesn't have

a history of violent outbursts

or attacking other people.

How is this possible?

Well, people can live

with brain tumors for years

before they become
clinically significant.

The injury to Linda's brain

only very recently
reached a tipping point

and began altering her behavior.

- How recently?
- Well,

based on her skull bone erosion,

- I'd say one month before the incident.
- Linda,

keep eyes on the witness.

If you're disinterested,
the jury will be, too.

Sorry, I was looking for Amy.
None of this matters

- if she doesn't hear it.
- One month.

Members of the jury,

please keep that number in mind.

Now, doctor,

on this TV screen you'll see a scan

of my client's signature

on a check from one month ago.

Keep watching.

What you'll see now are
scans of Linda's signature,

leading up to the night in question.

During which time, you just testified,

this tumor was crushing her brain.

Do you notice any difference?

Her signature changed dramatically.

Are you surprised by that, doctor?

Not at all. It makes perfect sense

that the brain's motor strip
was impacted first.

See, the changes in Linda's handwriting

were a warning sign of what was to come.

Unfortunately, nobody noticed
until it was too late.

For Linda and for the man she k*lled.

Doctor, it almost sounds like

Linda is a victim in all of this, too.

In a way, she is.

No further questions, Your Honor.

The jury

can't be against us.

I saw their faces in court.

They know that the tumor is responsible.

- That's it. Case closed.
- No.

Case not closed.

I heard a group of jurors talking

in the courthouse cafeteria.

Here, give this a listen.

If the tumor really made her do it,

I feel bad for her.

Yeah, I get it. But if we all agree

she's funny in the head,

then we definitely can't let her off.

- Why not?
- Because the next time

she gets upset, she could snap
and hurt someone else.

You guys, he's right.
She could k*ll her daughter.

Well, you're half-right.

We convinced them that the tumor
made Linda k*ll her boss.

But now they want to lock her up

'cause they're afraid she'll k*ll again.

All you have to do is go in,

plug the thumb drive
into Tidal's computer,

wait seconds for
the spyware to install,

then I'll have eyes
on everything she types.

What will she be charged with?

Just plug it in and get out.

Then none of this will be your problem.

- Soccer mom, hi.
- Hey.

I was on my way to work
and realized I was close,

so thought I'd stop by and say hey.

Unannounced pop-in status.

I like it. Come in.

I can't stay for long.

Ugh, the heat in the subway was crazy.

Can I have some water?

Sure. You get to take

my new DIY water filtration system

for a spin.

I can't with the chemicals
this city pours

into its drinking water... Fluoride,

orthophosphate, sodium hydroxide.

And there's still

mosquito larvae in the water,

so then they dump in

microscopic crustaceans

to eat the larvae.

How nasty is that?

Thank you.

Just gulping the stuff down.

Sheep drinking shrimp.

So lame.

You really need to get

a filtration system.

I can help you build one.

Did you steal documents

from Bressadyne Labs?

You saw the data dump?

- That's why you're here?
- So it's true.

I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure

you wanted to be a part of it.

But I am part of it.

My computer made

- the first entry.
- Okay.

Soccer mom lecture time.

No. Don't do that.

You used me and brought me
into your mess.

Whoa, dial down the drama.
They had it coming.

Oh, so just 'cause they're Big Pharma

means you can steal from them?

You didn't read the documents.

Employees overseas were working so hard

they were dropping dead
on the factory floor.

But when head honchos found out,

they saw an opportunity

to improve efficiency
and started pitting employees

against each other,

video game style. How fubar is that?

So, yeah, I posted the documents
where the media could find them.

So, you didn't get paid for the data?

No. Not a penny.

- Unplug your computer.
- What?

Unplug your computer now.

Damn it.

No. Another expert witness
is not gonna move the needle.

- You don't know that. It could.
- It won't.

Saying that Linda's medication
is % effective

at controlling symptoms is like...

She's still % likely to k*ll somebody.

Yeah. I hear it now.

We need to convince this jury

that our client's brain tumor
is responsible for the m*rder.

Already did that. And simultaneously

that it's not gonna
trigger her to m*rder again.

That's tougher.

So, what we need here

is something emotional,

visceral. We need...

We need the tumor.

What?

Hey, Bull.

There's a guy out here, uh,
says he has an appointment.

Jared Dubow?

Oh.

Thank you. Okay. Call the prison.

We need to see Linda
before we go to court today.

Hey there, I'm Jason Bull.

Dr. Bull, it's an honor.

I've been a fan of your work for years.

Some might call me a superfan.

Well, I bet you say that
to all of the girls.

No, sir. No other girls.
No other meetings.

I have a great job.

It pays me well.

The only reason
I'd even consider leaving

is to work for you.

Well, let's talk in my office.

Who's that?

He said he was here for an interview.

- Maybe the new Marissa.
- Huh.

So you're saying
I should have the surgery.

No.
No one can make that decision for you.

What I am telling you is that

that jury is ready to convict you.

They're afraid of you.
They're afraid of your tumor.

But if you have it removed...

you're no longer a thr*at.

And they'll find me innocent?

- There's a good chance.
- There's also a good chance

you could die on the operating table.

Let's...

let's all remember that.

Can I even have surgery
in the middle of trial?

We can ask for a continuance.
That's feasible.

Yes, but...

Look, Linda, I know

the prospect of life
in prison sounds grim,

but it's better than no life at all.

Not if I don't get to spend it
with my daughter.

Not if she's still scared of me.

Do you really think this will work?

I think it's your only hope.

She's okay. The surgery went well.

But in order to be sure
we got the whole tumor,

we had to make some tough choices.

Your Honor, the defense
would like to enter into evidence

exhibit R, the meningioma
that was removed

from the area around my client's
frontotemporal lobe.

The procedure was extremely complex

and, unfortunately, Linda will
experience persistent weakness

of the right leg.

However, we did successfully
remove the entirety of the mass.

Doctor, what was the weight

of the tumor?

- It weighed ounces.
- Incredible.

Three-quarters of a pound.

She's been walking around
with this in her head,

mutilating her brain.

Yes, it's not surprising
that her behavior was

so dramatically impacted.

Doctor, now that the tumor
has been removed,

will Linda be subjected to

any further uncontrolled impulses?

Absolutely not. We achieved
complete resection of the tumor.

There's nothing left,
and it won't grow back.

Aside from the motor weakness,

there'll be no lingering effects.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Does this mean I'm gonna
get my mom back?

Order in the court.

Please do not address the witness.

Your Honor, she deserves an answer.

- Sit down, Dr. Bull.
- Dr. Mittman,

will you please tell this young lady

what she needs to hear?

- Dr. Bull!
- Yes,

your mother will be herself again.

In The State of New York. V Linda Bloom,

m*rder in the second degree,

we, the jury, find the defendant

not guilty.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. Shh.

Everything's gonna
be okay now, baby girl.

I love you.

Gentlemen, I'm sure you recognize

that your client is in serious trouble.

She not only backed out
of our arrangement,

she tipped off

the subject of our investigation.

Well, let's talk about
your investigation.

You claim to have evidence connecting

a data breach to my client's laptop,

but do you have any physical evidence

of her being at the keyboard
of said laptop

at the time of the att*ck?

How do we know another
bad actor didn't install

a remote access trojan

using Ms. Rentzel's device as

a springboard to launch
the att*ck script?

I mean, maybe a prosecutor's
gonna be able to make

a mountain out of that
molehill, maybe not.

But the reason we brought
you here to our offices

is to make one thing crystal clear.

Under this roof,

Taylor is family.

And we will pour

everything we have into fighting you.

We'll clear every paying client
off the schedule.

We'll spend everything we have.

And for what?

So the FBI can waste
more taxpayer dollars

slapping Ms. Rentzel on the wrist,

when you know she didn't
do anything wrong.

This is a fight you're
not gonna win, Agent Delgado.

I'll have to discuss

how we proceed with my superiors.

Let's go.

Ms. Rentzel,

you should be more careful
who you associate with.

Being in the middle of
a criminal investigation

isn't gonna play well in family court.

Family court?
What are you talking about?

Oh.

I didn't mention that?

I got a call from the attorney
representing Erik Rentzel

about your upcoming custody hearing.

Good luck with that.

Erik is suing me
for custody of Mauricio?

Taylor.

- I'm so sorry.
- How does

Erik's attorney even know about Delgado?

He's probably having you followed

by a private investigator.

Bull, new guy's here.

Thank you.

Okay, listen,

we're gonna figure this out.

We've got this.

Take the rest of the day,

and we'll get into this tomorrow.

Jared.

Here we are.

Welcome, formally, to TAC.

We could use some fresh ideas
and new blood around here.

This is Chester Palmer,
our lead counsel.

Good to meet you.
I've heard a lot of good things.

Likewise. Congrats on the verdict,

- by the way.
- Thanks.

And you've Danny James,
our investigator.

- Glad you're here.
- Thanks.

I want you all to know

how honored I am
to be a part of this team.

I can't wait to dive in.

Well, who said anything about waiting?

This is it.

This is the nerve center

of our predictive behavioral algorithm.

It's a little window into
what people are thinking,

and feeling.

- Do you like coffee?
- Sure.

I'm gonna get you a cup of coffee.

Chunk, can you show him
the mock courtroom?

- Sure. This way.
- Okay, uh...

- Sugar, cream?
- Perfect.

I knew it. All right.

Right this way, Jared.

come on.

Excuse me, Marissa Morgan's office?

Uh, is Ms. Morgan expecting you?

- Sir?
- She... Sort of, she is.

We're old friends.

- Don't worry, there's no problem.
- Sir...

Marissa, can I talk to you?

Uh, could you all give me
just a sec, please?

Thank you.

What the hell are you doing here?

Despite my best efforts,

I found someone to replace you at TAC.

And he's a terrific guy.

He's a double PhD.

He's got background in trial science.

Perfect level of chitchat.
You'd love him.

Okay.

So, I found the new Marissa,

but I don't want the new Marissa.

I want the old Marissa.

I mean, the... You know, I want

the original Marissa.

And I can't put your name on the door,

'cause my name's not even on the door.

But I can make you a full partner.

You barge in here
with this grand gesture

and expect me to come back
because you realized

that it's what you want?

No.

You're too late, Bull.
I'm happy where I am.