All language subtitles for Bull S02E01 School for Scandal

BULL:
Here in the Big Apple

we love our scandals.

They're the oxygen we breathe.

Like the spring flowers
in Central Park,

they bloom across
the front pages

of our beloved tabloids.

Whether it's that
mayoral candidate

and his sexting,

or that governor
and his friend

with the perfect lady parts,

or our president
and his second wife-to-be

cheating on his first wife,

or his third wife-to-be

cheating on his second wife,

it's a scandal

and we love it.

And when the scandal fades,
we wilt,

until suddenly, unexpectedly,

a new one comes along.

You tell that Australian
son of a bitch

that a billion is as high
as I'm going to go.

And if he wants to
find anyone else

who's willing to buy
his newspapers

and television stations
for more,

he should go ahead
and make the deal.

But he'd better make it fast,

because my offer is only good
for 12 more hours.

(sighs)

You're still up?

I told you,

there's nothing else
to discuss, darling.

I'm not about to renegotiate
our prenup.

We've been married
for five years.

People don't renegotiate their
prenups after they're married.

That's why it's
called "prenup."

Well...

I would hope, after
all these years together,

you'd see that
I'm worth far more

than you originally thought.

I'm sorry, dearest,
but I believe

that the agreement we reached
before we wed was very generous.

And I still believe that.

Look at it from my side.

Each day that goes by is less
and less kind to your beauty.

And I haven't asked
to renegotiate.

Have I?

No.

(gasps)

Oh, my God.

Kara, my darling!

What did you do?

(groans)
No!

(gasps)

(groans)

No!
(grunts)

Wh... Why?

(grunting)

(body thuds, Kara panting)

(whirs)

911 operator.

Hello, police.

Yes, ma'am.

This is Kara Clayton.

And what's your emergency?

My husband tried to
stab me to death.

Okay, ma'am.
I shot him three times.

I need you to stay
on the line with me.
(panting)

(operator's voice fades)

(phone clatters)

("Lovely Day"
by Bill Withers playing)

* When I wake up
in the morning, love *

* And the sunlight
hurts my eye *

* And something
without warning, love *

* Bears heavy

* On my mind

* Then I look at you

* And the world's all right

* With me

* Just one look at you
(elevator bell chimes)

* And I know

* It's gonna be

Hey, where's Dr. Bull?

(phone chimes)
Mm.

* Lovely day, lovely day

* Lovely day, lovely day...

(indistinct conversations
in background)

(chuckles)

RECEPTIONIST:
Dr. Bull?

They're ready to see you now.

Dr. Bull, Perry Sinclair.

Hey.
Thank you for joining us.

Well, how could I resist?

Look at this room.

Who do we have here?

SINCLAIR:
This is George Donahue,

Clayton Communications' COO.

Doctor.

It's an honor.

And look at this.

Six different law firms
represented here.

It's like the New York Yankees
of attorneys.

What happened? Bill Gates
run a traffic light?

(laughter)

Have a seat, Dr. Bull.

All right, but only
'cause you outnumber me.

(sighs)

What can I do for you fellas?

I think it's what we can
do for you, Dr. Bull.

We'd like to offer you a job.

You are a witness.

And you have rights.

The opposition lawyer
turns to you and says,

"Let's assume
the following hypothetical."

You have the right to say...
(quick knocks on door)

Marissa in here?

No, nope, nobody,
just, uh, just me. (chuckles)

(chuckles) Sorry.

(door closes, Chunk sighs)

BULL:
Hey, I've been looking

all over for you.
What are you doing in here?

Going over the books
where no one can see them.

Oh, the books are great.

The books are
gonna be fine.

Oh, my goodness.

A quarter of a million dollars?

Who gave you a check for
a quarter of a million dollars?

The Clayton family estate.

They're pressuring the DA
to try the young widow Clayton

for the murder of her husband.

Murder? Based on...

Based on the fact
that she shot him.

A fact she does not dispute.

Can you say "money in the bank"?
Okay.

But according to the paper,
the late Mr. Clayton

was attempting to slice and dice
his dearly beloved

just prior to her deciding
to use him for target practice.

I believe they call that
"self-defense."

Maybe. Or maybe she shot first

and he stabbed her
in self defense.

Who cares?

It's a quarter of a
million dollar retainer,

and another quarter of a million
if we actually go to trial

and find Mrs. Clayton guilty.
Wow.

I had no idea the famous
Dr. Jason Bull can be bought.

For a quarter of
a million dollars,

not only can I be bought,

you can gift wrap me.

Which reminds me,

guess who's in town?

I'm sorry, did I miss
a change of subject?

The best un-wrapper
in the world.

Miss Diana Lindsay,
attorney-at-law.

Single woman at large.

BULL: New York.
DIANA (in New York accent):
What are you talking about?

New Yorkers, they sound
just like everybody else.

French.

(in French accent): Do you come
to this ceiling often, monsieur?

(chuckles) And now your
hometown, Callisto, Texas.

(in Southern accent):
Callisto, Texas? All right.

That fella Bull,
he's all hat and no cattle.

That's not what you said
15 minutes ago.

(in British accent):
Well, I'm sorry,
darling, but I lied.

Mm, that's what
I love about you.

(normal voice):
What? That I lie?

No, that there are
so many of you.

It's like I can
cheat on you with you.

Well, I am glad you are in
such a good mood, Doctor.

Mm.

I need a favor.

It's the reason
I invited you over here.

(laughs)

Stupid me, I thought
I'd already done the favor

you invited me over here for.

Hmm.
Don't overestimate yourself.

That was my favor to you.

Ah.
Mm.

Really?

I need your help
with something, Jason.

You know,
ever since I lost that case

where the sky bridge fell down,
I've been looking for

another high-profile
New York opportunity.

Something to

establish my name here.

I think I found it.

Kara Clayton.

She's asked me
to represent her.

Her late husband's estate's been
putting all kinds of pressure

on the DA to try
her for murder.

You don't say.
Well, the...

publicity alone makes this
an opportunity of a lifetime.

Not to mention the fact that
this is, uh, self-defense,

pretty cut and dried.

I hear the other side's
already gone out

and hired
the biggest guns in town

to go after her.
I know.

Mm.

That's why I like it.

Diana versus Goliath.

You know?
Boys against the girls.

What?

Except... one boy.

I want you on my team, Jason.

(sighs)
I need you on my team.

(sighs)

Okay, we're both naked
under these sheets here,

you don't have to make that face
to let me know

you're not excited.

Diana, I can't.

Yes, you can.
You just have to want to.

You just have to go into TAC
and clear up your schedule

because this is more important.

I'm more important.

I've already signed
with the other side.

I'm working with
the Clayton estate.

Quit.

(laughs)
I can't.

And even if I wanted to,
I can't switch sides.

It's a violation
of professional ethics.

You know that.

I'm sorry.

(Bull sighs)

(exhales sharply)

(sighs)

Will I see you again
while you're still in town?

Absolutely.

In court, Goliath.

I'm really sorry.

Then quit.

(sighs)

*

(elevator bell chimes)

How was dinner?

Oof. Never even got to dinner.

Well, that sounds like fun.

Or not.

I'm expecting our new clients
in about a half hour.

I have nothing for them.

Bring them to
the mock courtroom,

make sure
everybody's there.
Got it.

Yeah, I should warn you, Bull,

Chunk's been looking
for you all morning.

What does he want?
I don't know.

But he's...
dressed strangely.

Really? How can you tell?

Who died?

Pardon me?

You're pardoned.

What else
can I do for you?

You're serving me
with a summons?

(Chunk chuckles, paper rustles)

You took the LSAT.

Law School Admission Test.
Yep.

167 out of 180.

That's impressive.

Congratulations.

So you're thinking of
going to law school?

I'm not thinking about it,

I'm doing it.

I got accepted to Vanderbilt
in Nashville.

Starting in January.

Vanderbilt. Nashville.

That's a hell of commute.

I don't know how to swing it
in New York.

Even going to school at night,

the cost of living
on top of tuition...

Is this a pitch for a raise?

I'm not pitching you anything.

This is me trying
to be honorable.

Telling you what's going on.

So, if I gave you a raise

and if you went
to law school at night...

Well, that's a
lot of ifs, Bull.

Are you offering me a raise?

Honestly, Chunk,
I don't know if I can.

I have to consult
with a higher power.

I don't understand.
I just gave you a check

for a quarter of a million
dollars yesterday.

Uh, Bull, that check just
barely got us back to even.

How is that possible?

Look around. This
fabulous office space,

all this equipment,
all those employees.

Every time you
hold a mock trial,

we have to pay people
to sit on the jury.

Every time we have
a client meeting,

you want it catered.

When you fly,
it's first class.

When you stay in a hotel,
it's a suite, not a room.

And it should be.
I'm a very successful person.

Come on. Image is important.

I'm going in and I'm telling
lawyers, company presidents,

people accused of very
serious crimes, what to do,

how to dress,
how to speak.

No one is going to listen to me
if I take the bus

and sleep
at the local campground.

I'm sorry.

You cannot give Chunk a raise.

You just can't afford it.

But I don't want to lose him.

Well, neither do I,
but if you give Chunk a raise,

everyone else is gonna want one.

Benny, Danny, Cable.
Look, I would like a raise.

I have not had a raise
in three years.

(laughing):
No.

No, I just gave you a raise.

Remember? I called you
from New Jersey.

Seahawks were playing
the Broncos.

It was the Superbowl.

I was in the skybox.

It was between
quarters and...

"Gangnam Style" was playing
on the stadium P.A.

So, did you use a cell phone

or was it the kind
you had to crank?

Yeah. I guess you're right.

Time flies when
you're not making money.

Our new clients are here.

This conversation is not over.

Bull, you don't
have any money.

There's nothing to talk about.

BULL:
And then...

we'll work with the DA
to pick the perfect jury.

And by monitoring the
reactions of our mirror jury,

we will know at the
end of each day

how our case is being presented
and what changes we need to make

to realize the best outcome
for our client.

Very impressive.

Uh, Dr. Bull...

But it starts
with the narrative.

The story we tell that
makes sense of what happened,

but also supports our version
of the facts and leads everyone,

the judge and the jury,
to the same conclusion.

The narrative.

Which...

I don't have yet.

SINCLAIR:
Dr. Bull,

any way we can
speak privately?

BULL:
Of course.

(people muttering)

SINCLAIR:
Our job is

to protect the Clayton estate.

If Mrs. Clayton recovers
from her injuries--

and from all appearances,

that's what's
gonna happen--

she effectively becomes the new
owner of Clayton Communications.

DONAHUE:
And as you can imagine,

Clayton's four grown children
are not fond of that scenario,

nor is the current board
of directors.

SINCLAIR:
Which is our way of saying

we understand it's hard to come
up with a strategy for a case

that sure looks like
justifiable self-defense.

You lost me at
"we understand."

We may go to court.

We may even go
to criminal court,

but that's not our goal.

That's not our endgame.

We look at this
as a negotiation.

(laughs lightly) Ah.

So, anything less
than her walking away

with 100% of the company
is a win for you.

Exactly.

And I'm guessing you'd actually
be willing to forego

the whole murder trial
if there was a number

that you and Mrs. Clayton
could agree on. Right?

DONAHUE:
Like I said,

we look at this
as a negotiation.

Mm-hmm.

Give me a figure.

Why?

'Cause I may be able to sew
this whole thing up for you

in the next 48 hours.

500 million.

Half a billion dollars.

And she agrees to give up

any rights or ownership
in the company.

Sounds like a terrific
conversation starter to me.

Just one more thing.

If you don't go to court
and I am instrumental

in helping you
solve your problem,

I still get the
other 250, right?

If you put our
little problem to bed...

I'll make it 350.

(elevator bell chimes)

* A lovely day
* Lovely day, lovely day... *

Yes! Damn, I'm smart!

Damn, I'm smart.

Damn, I'm smart.

Damn, I'm smart.

* Loving it...

(line dialing)

Diana, it's Bull.

Can we talk?

DIANA: Did you quit yet?

No, but I...
(line disconnects)

(line ringing)

Diana, you don't understand.

I am gonna make you a winner,

a giant winner.
(line disconnects)

Diana?

Cable, call the
Oxwald Hotel,

ask for Diana Lindsay.
Sir, yes, sir!

Hey. They didn't fire us,
did they?

Fire us?
Okay. Uh, she checked out.

Danny, find out what hotel
Diana Lindsay checked into.

DANNY:
On it.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey, aren't you that
fantastic lawyer

who got that amazing
settlement for that woman

who shot her
billionaire husband?

This man is stalking me.

GUARD: Sir. Hey, get
the door. Stop him.

Guys, let me out
of here, please.

That's my wife.
She needs a kidney.

I've decided to
give her mine.

Oh. I'm excited
to see you, too.

Get out.
Is that any way
to speak to someone

who's about to make you
the most talked about attorney

in New York?
It's okay, driver.

You can drive.
Just a lover's spat.

No, driver.
We are not lovers.

Well, not this minute,
but it's early.

DIANA: I am not
talking to you.

You are not a good friend.

Why? Because I won't renege
on a professional commitment

the second
you snap your fingers?

And for the record,
I am a great friend.

I am a fantastic friend.

I am the Rachel of friends,
if Rachel were a boy.

You used to be so smart.

That not withstanding,
I'd like to proffer a settlement

from Clayton Communications
and the Clayton family.

Well, you can save your breath

because we are not interested
in settling.

But you haven't heard the offer.

I don't need to hear the offer.

Take a million dollars...

(laughs)
You take a million dollars.

...and multiply it by 500.

Wait, my mistake.

Let me put it
in another way.

Take a billion dollars
and divide it in half.

Is this for real?

Doesn't get any realer.

Call your client.

Tell her the good news.

Actually, I'm on my way
to see her right now.

We can tell her together.

DIANA:
Hello, Mrs. Clayton.

Hi. It's nice
to see you again.

This is a friend of mine.

Great friend,
fantastic friend.

Dr. Jason Bull.

KARA: Forgive me
for not getting up.

This is a hyperbaric
oxygen chamber.

I spend two hours a day in here.

It's supposed
to help my wounds heal.

But I'm sure you know
all about that, Doctor.

Uh, no, he's not that
kind of doctor, Kara.

He's working with
the Clayton family,

the legal team.

They have a proposition
they would like to discuss.

Thank you for seeing me.

I realize this
has been a horrible

and traumatic experience
and that, uh,

talk of money and
settlements must seem

disconcerting
at the very least.

Nonetheless,
the Claytons did ask me

to convey
a proposition to you.

In return for your agreeing
to give up any rights

or ownership of the company,
the Clayton Communications Group

will use its considerable clout
to convince the DA

to drop all the
charges against you

related to the death
of your late husband.

The board of directors has
authorized me to offer you

the sum of one half
billion dollars, tax free.

I'm sure this is something

you're gonna want
to think about.

Discuss with your counsel,
your family.

Diana knows how
to get in touch with me

when you've come
to a decision.

KARA:
Doctor.

Do you have any idea how much
Clayton Communications is worth?

Last estimate I read was
about six billion dollars.

And under a normal circumstance,

since my husband was
the sole owner of the company,

it would pass in its entirety
to me. Isn't that correct?

These are not normal
circumstances, Mrs. Clayton.

Have you ever been stabbed,
Doctor?

Can't say that I have.

Three things went through
my mind while it was happening.

First, there's the pain.

The surgeons here said that
it's a miracle I'm alive.

The chest wound missed my heart
by just a centimeter.

Then there's
the realization that

the person doing it
pledged his life to me,

sworn his love to me
over and over again,

and yet his face was filled
with nothing but hate, loathing.

And then there's
the business

of will I survive this?

Turns out I will.

Tell them I want all of it.

The whole six billion.

Take me to court.

Try me for murder.

Tell them they can try
whatever they want.

It's all gonna be mine.

It's not too
late to quit.

I agree. You should definitely
give that some thought.

Me?

Darlin'...

that woman's lying.

The challenge is we all think
we know what happened.

Woman's been stabbed,
man's been shot.

We just fill in the middle.

But the truth is,
we don't really know.

So, this is the proposition
you wanted to discuss?

You want us
to pick up the phone,

make a big contribution to the
DA's re-election campaign

and twist his arm
to press charges

because you have a hunch?

Oh, it's more than a hunch.

It's what I do for a living.

The woman is lying.

There was emotion,
but it was

the wrong emotion.

It was crystal
clear, no confusion.

Almost as if it
had been written,

as if it had been rehearsed,

as if she'd been contemplating
it for a long time.

And I don't know why she's
not telling the truth

and I certainly don't know
what happened that night,

but I do know she is lying.

Correct me if I'm
wrong, Dr. Bull,

but with a murder trial, you
need all 12 jurors to convict.

That's correct.

That's a very high bar.

I'm tempted to say
an impossible bar.

Gentlemen.
What do you have to lose?

You've already paid me.

If we don't win,
I cost you nothing more.

But if we do win, you,

the board, the entire
Clayton family

get to keep their company.

Their legacy, their everything.

Again, I got
to tell you, the DA

doesn't want to touch this
with a ten-foot pole.

Well, tell them
they don't have to.

All they need to do
is file the charges.

Have them appoint
my in-house counsel Benny Colón

as special assistant DA.

He used to work there.

That'll give the DA
plausible deniability

and give me more control.

He can do that?

It's rare, but it's done.

A lot of it hinges on the size
of your campaign contribution.

And what is it you're
looking for in return

for battling this particular
windmill, Dr. Quixote?

(chuckles)

Just the $250,000 bonus
you promised me,

and a law school
scholarship fund

for a person of my choosing.

Any school in New York.

You cover tuition and books

for as long as it takes
him or her.

Done.

See you in court, Dr. Bull.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Let's begin voir dire.

The world's already made up
its mind about this case.

So, what we're
looking for

are jurors with more
intellectual curiosity

than certainty.

The intellectual
curiosity to at least

consider the possibility
that one plus two

doesn't always equal three.

Be willing

to search for the conclusions,

rather than leaping to them.

So a friend takes you
to a restaurant

you've never been to before.

It's the hottest
reservation in town.

The waiter comes over and says

there's an amazing
special that night.

Something you've never
heard of before.

What do you do?

Do you ask him
what's in it?

Do you look around the room
to see who else is eating it?

Do you look up the recipe
on your phone?

Me? Uh...

Probably order something I know.

Something tried
and true.
Smart.

Move to strike, Your Honor.

That's a list of everyone
in the jury pool.

You each have 15 names
and 24 hours.

I want to know everything
about everybody on that list.

Where they work, where
they went to school.

Everywhere they ever lived,
who they married,

who they divorced

and who they wish
they'd married.

Why do people get married?

Uh, people get married
for a lot of different reasons.

Name a couple.

Children.

Companionship.

Uh, security.

Now, when you say "security..."
I, uh...

Money.

(soft laughter)
I...

Okay. Well, let me
ask you a question.

Do you think that you can
just look at a couple

and know why they got married?

Oh, that's a... great question.

Well, that's a good answer.

Acceptable to the prosecution,
Your Honor.

Defense moves to strike,
Your Honor.

And we need to remember:
I've known Diana a long time.

And she's
really smart.

She knows what it is I do,
and she understands a lot

about how it works.

So we got to stay on our toes.

What do you do for a living?

I'm an actress.

(whispers): A professional
dissembler. I love it.

Nobody can spot a liar
faster than another liar.

Now, is that how you
actually make your living?

Well, not most of the time.

I guess you could say,
I'm a motivational speaker.

Really?

Now, what is it that you
motivate people to do?

Buy things.

Ah.
BENNY:
So you're in sales?

I guess that's another way
of saying it.

This one's a firecracker.

So what is it that
you motivate people to buy?

Whatever it is
you need me to sell.

I think I'm in love.

This woman can see
the virtue in anything

and then do everything she can
to sell it to everybody else.

With any luck,
she'll be our jury foreman.

BENNY: So a friend
takes you to a restaurant

that you've never
been to before...

I tell the waiter
to surprise me.

The more unexpected, the better.

Are you listening to this?

It's positively pornographic.

(quietly):
Yeah.

This juror is acceptable
to the prosecution,

Your Honor.

Well, she's not acceptable
to the defense.

We vote to strike this juror.

I think we hit a nerve.

BRENNER:
The defense

has already exhausted
all her strikes.

You may be seated with the jury.

Ladies and gentlemen.

9:00 tomorrow morning,

let the games begin.

(whispers):
Swing and a miss.

(chuckles)

(indistinct chatter)

Sounds like you're at
a Yankees game.

More like a bullfight.
No pun intended.

(people gasping,
cameras clicking)

No photos.

No photography allowed
in the courtroom.

No photos!

Lady knows how
to make an entrance.

Mm-hmm.

God had some party the
night he cooked her up.

BENNY:
So it is your testimony

as Marcus Clayton's
principal counsel,

that the defendant
and Mr. Clayton entered

into a prenuptial agreement
prior to their marriage.

Yes.

It was very important
to Mr. Clayton

that there be
no misunderstandings

should either he or Mrs. Clayton

decide to dissolve

the marriage at some later date.

So can you explain
to us how this

prenuptial agreement worked?

Well, without going
into too much specific detail,

the agreement
was structured so that

as long as Mrs. Clayton met
certain weekly, monthly

and yearly obligations,
with regard to travel,

uh, the entertaining
of business associates

or...
(stammers)

the performance of, uh,

certain, uh, intimate acts...

(gallery murmuring)
...that are annotated
in the agreement,

then, over time,

she would accrue
a higher payout,

when and if
the marriage dissolved.

(indistinct chatter)

My goodness.
The level of engagement

is off the charts.

BENNY:
So, for instance...

So for instance, if the marriage
had only lasted one year,

and had Mrs. Clayton

fulfilled her obligations
per the agreement,

she would have received
one million dollars.

(gallery exclaiming quietly)

BENNY:
Wow.

Sounds more like a business
agreement than a, uh...

I object to the inference,
Your Honor.

BRENNER: Objection
sustained.

Keep your opinions
to yourself, Counselor.

My apologies, Your Honor.

Please continue, Mr. Sinclair.

Now, for every year
she stays in the marriage,

the amount actually doubles.

So for two years, she would've
received two million dollars.

For three years,
four million dollars.

For four years,

eight million dollars.

And had the marriage
ended today,

Mrs. Clayton would have walked
away with $16 million.

(gallery murmuring)

$16 million.

That's... a nice payday

for five years' work.
Your Honor.

Uh-- my apologies again,
Your Honor.

I wish you could see juror 39.

She's lapping this up
with a spoon.

My queen bee.

Counting on you to whip
the rest of the hive into shape.

BENNY:
Let's just say,

neither party wanted
the marriage to dissolve.

But one of them,
say, Mr. Clayton,

became deathly ill
and succumbed.

Or was in a traffic accident
and lost his life.

Or was shot point-blank range
in the chest.

Objection.

Overruled.

But get to the question, please.

What would Mrs. Clayton
be looking at?

Payout-wise?

Well, minus some stipulations
in his will

with regard
to his four children,

she would inherit everything.

Meaning...?

The entire Clayton
Communications empire.

Which is worth...?

As of today?

$6.65 billion.

(gallery murmuring)

(beeping)

Wow. Talk about
establishing motive.

Eight of the mirror jurors
who were totally on Diana's side

just moved over to ours.

Thank you, Mr. Sinclair, for
that illuminating explanation.

I just have one question.

How much would Mrs. Clayton
have received

had she been stabbed to death?

(gallery murmuring)

Hmm.

Never mind.

I withdraw the question.

MARISSA:
Forget I said that.

Three of the eight
went back to Diana.

Hey, we still ended up with
five more than we came in with.

See you when I see you.

See you when I see you.

WOMAN (Southern accent):
Yes, that trial.

Uh-huh. Well, I know you're
hearing about it on TV,

but I'm there.

All right. Okay.
I love you too, Mama.

Bye.

I'm sorry.

Couldn't help but overhear.

Was that a Texas accent?

Well, it sure was.

Oh. Whereabouts?

Callisto, Texas?

You ever heard of it?

Actually, I have.

(people shouting in distance)

Who vetted juror 39?

I did.

She's from Callisto.

Callisto, Texas!

The same town as Diana.

You didn't see that?
That didn't ring any bells?

Wasn't something you thought
I might want to know about?

What exactly
are you saying, Bull?

I'm saying she's a plant.

(laughing):
Oh.

Diana set me up.

She suckered me in
hook, line and sinker.

I need all 12 jurors,

and now, no matter what happens
in that courtroom,

I will only have 11.

(muttering indistinctly)

(line ringing)

WOMAN:
Good evening. Affilian Hotel.

Diana Lindsay, room 1667.

Please hold.

(exhales)

DIANA: Hello?
I'm sorry. Did I wake you?

I'm impressed you can sleep
with so much on your conscience.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Well, let's start
with your lying client,

and then move to the ringer
you snuck on the jury.

Yeah, okay,
I'm hanging up now.

Oh, you do that, Diana.

'Cause I don't care
about you or your ringers.

I'm going to present
such an effective case

the jury's gonna come back
11 to one,

the judge will declare
a mistrial,

and we will be back
in six months.

And I will personally send
your client

to the electric chair.

Jason Bull,
you are simultaneously

one of the smartest men
I have ever met

and one of the dumbest.

Well, clearly, you don't
meet enough people.

Look...
(scoffs)

I don't even know
what juror you're talking about.

And as far as my client lying?
Well, I beg to differ.

In fact, she is so anxious
to tell her story

that she has insisted
I put her on the stand tomorrow.

Oh... I don't care
if you put her on the stand,

I don't care
if she takes the Fifth.

I don't care if she
drinks a fifth.

Your client is lying.

Would you like to know
how I know?

Guys with more money than God,

they don't stab the women
they want to get rid of.

They pay them!

"Here's $100 million.
Go away."

It's clean, it's quick,

and everybody gets
what they want.

And that is how I know
your client did it.

He didn't want out,
she did.

(dial tone sounds)

Hello?

Hello?

Hmm.

If you're here
to apologize, you're too late.

You better check the
temperature in hell.

I haven't come
to apologize.

I haven't done
anything wrong.

You gave me 15 people
to check out in 24 hours,

and I missed something.

It's human, Dr. Bull.

And it mystifies me that you can
know so much and not know that.

You're the second woman
to tell me

how much I do and don't know
in the last ten minutes.

I'm starting to take offense.

Well, maybe you should listen,
because three minutes ago,

I realized that, uh,
you missed something, too.

What's this?
The evidence file?

I've already been
through this.

There's nothing in here.

Yeah, that's what you missed--
the nothing.

Look at the gun.

(sighs)

There's nothing to look at.

There's no prints
on the gun.

Exactly.
She shot him three times.

Yeah?
How is that possible?

I don't know.

But I know who to ask.

You can say thank you, now.

Thank you.

And I'm sorry.

Any chance I could
convince you to stay

and help me figure out
what this means?

(quietly):
Okay.

But if you ever throw something
at me again,

I swear, you will live
to regret it.

I'm stupid,
I'm not a moron.

Defense calls Kara Clayton.

Look at the two of them--
smug and smugger.

You ready?

Never readier.

DIANA: Let's talk
about that night.

Can you take me through
what happened?

My late husband was
a very driven man.

He was also given to paranoia.

And over time,
he became convinced

that I was seeing
someone younger.

Were you?

No. I loved my husband.

So, on this
particular night...

He was trying to close a deal

to buy a communications
consortium in Australia,

and it wasn't going well.

He called me
into his study to...

comfort him.

DIANA:
And did you?

No.

I told him that I didn't like it
when he demanded things,

that I liked it better when
things happened naturally.

And then what happened?

He got angry.

As angry as I'd ever
seen him.

Accused me of having a lover.

Started reminding me
about our prenup,

about... what I was
required to do.

I hate to be bearer
of bad news...

Please. It ain't over
till the pretty lady sings.

DIANA:
And then?

And... then he...

got up from his desk,

came over to me,

demanded that I do
what he wanted.

I said no.

And that's when I noticed he had
one hand behind his back.

So, help me understand.

He grabbed you with one hand.

By the back of my neck.

And his other hand?

Was behind his back.

That's where the knife was.
That's...

That's when he
started stabbing me.

Three times.

Three times.

Do you have the strength
to stand up and show us

where the three wounds are?

I think so.

(grunts)

One here.

They said this one just missed
my heart by maybe a centimeter.

Wow.

One here,

and one here.

And this one, too.
They say this one

just missed
the femoral artery.

Thank you,
Mrs. Clayton.

You can sit down now.

I have no further
questions, Your Honor.

Mrs. Clayton,
just curious...

what was your major
in college?

Finance.

Finance? Really?

Huh. Now, was that
always your major?

Objection.
Relevance.

Counselor? Relevance?

Your Honor,

if you'll allow me
to continue...

I think the relevance
will be obvious.

Certainly to the jury.

Mm, yeah.
Thank you.

Drumroll, please.

I'm sorry, you...
you were saying?

What did you study
prior to finance?

Anatomy.

Anatomy?

That's the study
of the human body.

The internal organs.

Where things are.
Got it.

We're starting to see movement.

Buckle up,

we're just getting started.

BENNY (chuckles):
I'm sorry,

I got us off track here.

So, your late husband was...

he was stabbing you.

One way up there,

one way down there,
one in the middle.

Just missed your heart,
just missed your liver,

just missed anything
of importance down there.

Objection.
Sustained.

And somehow, in the
middle of all this,

you grabbed a gun?

There was a small table
where he always kept one.

So, it was just right there.

Three steps away.

While you were
being stabbed.

Yes.

Already loaded?
Yes.

And so you grabbed
the gun, and...

and you shot him with it?

Yes.

Then why are there
no fingerprints on the gun?

(gallery murmuring)

I don't understand.

What does this have
to do with anything?

You shot someone three times

and left no fingerprints
on the gun?

But I already admitted
to shooting him.

Isn't that beside the point?
Not to me.

Were you wearing gloves,
Mrs. Clayton?

Why would I wear gloves?

Why would I try to keep
my fingerprints off the gun?

Not off the gun.
Off the knife.

When you were stabbing yourself
so you'd have an alibi

for shooting your husband.

And for what reason
would I do that?

I can think of
six billion of them.

Before you answer that...

...and possibly
perjure yourself,

I should let you know
that the NYPD was

at your apartment
early this morning,

and confiscated
the contents of a shredder

that was in your
husband's office.

It appeared to contain

what was once a pair
of latex gloves.

The DNA results will
be in later in the day.

(excited chatter)

Your witness.

(chatter growing louder)

(gavel banging)
Order!

It's a clean sweep.

Nothing but green.

BULL: Yeah, well,
that's the mirror jury.

The real one's coming in
11 to one.

Have you reached a verdict?

Yes, we have,
Your Honor.

This jury unanimously finds

the defendant,
Kara Clayton,

guilty of first-degree murder.

(excited murmuring)

(elevator bells chimes)

*

BULL: And as quickly
as it consumed us,

the scandal fades from memory,

replaced by the business
of everyday life.

*

* When I wake up
in the morning, love *

* And the sunlight hurts
my eyes *

* And something
without warning, love *

* Bears heavy on my mind

* Then I look at you

* And the world's
all right with me *

* Just one look at you

* And I know it's gonna be

* A lovely day...

Hey, aren't you that
fantastic attorney

who tried to tell me that
you'd never pull

any funny stuff
with the jury

because you're much
better friend than I am,

much better person,
much better everything?

And aren't you the one
who said

I was representing a liar,

a killer, a black widow?

I guess we're even.

Hmm.

So, certainly got your name
in the paper a lot.

Think you'll be back?

Oh, you can count
on it, Dr. Bull.

I'm not done
with you yet.

I told you,
I like 'em stupid.

Really? Me, stupid?

Mm-hmm.
Give me a stupid genius

over a smart idiot any day.

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