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Nice nap?

These days, if I wake up,
I consider it a nice nap.

- Mom.
- Hey.

- Got some ice cream for you.
- Mm.

And it's a little melted,

so it is nice

- and soft.
- No, you eat it.

"You eat it"?
What kind of way

is that to talk
to your older brother?

My onlybrother.

Thank God.

You don't want to make me
have to get physical.

Mom, you better
eat it.

Hello, Zbyszek family.

Just got back
from radiology.

What's the good word,
Dr. Weber?

Do we really want
to have this conversation

in front of everyone?

Yes, we do.

I wish I had something
positive to report.

We were aware the cancer
in your lungs had metastasized

to your liver
and kidneys,

but this latest MRI shows
it's taken up residence

in your brain as well.

No.

I'm so sorry.

So, what now?

Now we do all we can to make
you as comfortable as possible.

What sort of...

time frame
are we looking at?

About 12 weeks.

Possibly sooner.

I'll give you some privacy.

There is one other option.

I'm hesitant to bring it up...
It's highly experimental.

Are-are you
talking about a drug?

A-A different kind of chemo?

It is a drug.

But it works
very differently than chemo.

It's part of a really
cutting-edge therapy.

And the drug company

administering the trials
is extraordinarily selective

about whom they're willing
to test it on, but...

I happen to have a relationship
with this company,

and if you're interested,

I'm fairly certain
I could twist their arm.

I mean, would you
be interested?

- Of course she's interested.
- Wait a second.

This is the first we're hearing.

Now, I need
to warn you.

Before you
just blindly consent...

the drug is in
its first phase of

human clinical trials.

Everything is
an open question.

You said you could call somebody
and plead our case.

Why don't you get that going.

It's nice to see you again,
Jonathan.

Oh. You, too.

We're all so sorry
about Lily.

- Thank you, Susan.
- WEBER: He's sitting there

in the doctor's office.
He goes, "Doctor, just last week

you told me I only had
"a month to live;

then you send me
a bill for $1,000.

I can't pay a bill like that
before the end of the month."

Doctor looks at him and says,
"Okay, you win.

Now you have
six months to live."

James.

Jonathan.
Jonathan Zbyszek.

My sister, Lily,
was your patient.

We lost her two weeks ago.

Yes. Of course.

I'm so sorry.

What can I do for you,
Jonathan?

Could I just have a quick word?

I'm... sort of
in the middle of something.

A reporter came to see me.

She's writing an article
about you.

About the drug you
used on my sister.

Of course.

Again, I can't tell you

how sorry I am
about your sister.

That reporter told me that
that drug you gave Lily

had never been used
on a human being before.

Ever.

Just rats... lab rats.

The reporter told you that?

Well, I don't know
where he or she

might have gotten
their information, but...

She screamed.
The last two weeks of her life,

she screamed and howled
and hallucinated.

I kept calling your office
and you never got back to me.

We knew...
it... was experimental.

We knew

there was a possibility
of unpleasant side effects.

- We knew...
- You knew nothing!

How could you know anything?

No one had ever
tried that stuff before.

You turned my sister
into a guinea pig.

Your sister was dying.

It was a Hail Mary move.
I was very clear about that.

She died a painful,
agonizing death

because of you.

Her son and I
watched her suffer.

No peace.
Just agony and then silence.

They couldn't
give her enough morphine.

You're upset.

And I'm sorry about that,

but this is neither
the time nor the place.

I'm going back
to my table now.

I'm talking to you.

Call my office.

Make an appointment.

Set up a consult.

Don't make me call the police.

He's gone for the day.

I need some advice.

Eat more fiber.

No one will want to be
around you, but who cares?

You'll outlive them.

There's a Jonathan Zbyszek
outside.

He doesn't have an appointment,
but he claims he owns and operates

the parking lot
in our building,

as well as a number of other
buildings here in Manhattan.

- Did someone hit my car?
- Oh, no, no.

He says it's a
legal matter.

He seems pretty upset
about something.

Mr. Zbyszek?

I'm Dr. Jason Bull.

What can I do for you?

Whatever I say to you...

It stays between us, right?

Whether you end up
being my lawyer or not?

You're seeking legal counsel.

So yes,
anything you say is protected

by attorney-client privilege,

whether or not we end up
taking your case,

whether or not you choose
to have us defend you.

So how can I help you?

I think I killed a man
last night.

You think?

I killed a man last night.

It was an accident,
but I killed him just the same.

I pushed him
and he fell and he died.

So, a week after the funeral,

this reporter comes to see him
and tells him,

"This drug has never,
everbeen used

on a human being."

My God.
And he doesn't know

what to do with
this information,

how to process it, so...

he does nothing.

But... then he walks
into a restaurant,

and there's the doctor.

And he thinks
it's a sign from God.

So he goes over
to the table,

talk to the guy.

They step away,
they have a little discussion,

but the doctor won't engage.

So Mr. Zbyszek waits
outside the restaurant.

When the doctor
finally comes out,

they walk along the street
together.

But now the doctor
is just looking straight ahead,

refuses to say anything.

And that's very frustrating
to Mr. Zbyszek.

And finally
this Zbyszek guy loses it,

and he lays hands on him
and pushes him...

into one of
those chain-link barriers

that they put
around construction sites.

But... it turns out
he's pushed him into a gate,

and it isn't locked,

and it opens up,
and the doctor falls 50 feet

into a concrete pit.

Wow.

So did he call
the police?

Yup. Public phone.

Didn't give his name.

Hung around across the street

long enough to see
the ambulance show up

and take the body away.

So what do you
want us to do?

Well, I need
the two of you

to dig up whatever and whoever

might have witnessed
this altercation

between Mr. Zbyszek
and the doctor

at a restaurant
called

Farfallah on 30th and 11th.

And the doctor's name
is Floyd Weber.

Sounds like
we're taking this case.

I am leaning that way.

Why is that?

Guy's already
confessed to you.

Doesn't sound like
there's a lot to do.

Certainly sounds
like he's guilty.

I know.
That's the thing.

Uh, what's the thing?

I don't think he is.

*BULL*
Season 04 Episode 07

*BULL*
Episode Title :"Doctor Killer"

I spent a very long night
last night.

Lots of thinking.
Lots of soul-searching.

Lots of
decision-making.

I can't do this.

I can't just go on with my life
and hope that no one realizes

that what happened
to Dr. Weber didn't...

didn't just happen.

So...

if you're willing, I'd like to
hire you folks to represent me.

To call the authorities
on my behalf

and to...

negotiate my surrender.

Mr. Zbyszek,
what is it about you?

What is it about
your story...

that I just
don't believe?

- Excuse me?
- Not the most important parts.

I believe
it really happened.

I believe it was
unintentional.

The 55th Precinct confirms
a body was discovered

yesterday morning
at a construction site

near the restaurant.

For what it's worth,
at the moment,

it is not being treated
as a homicide.

No.

The part that doesn't
work for me is you.

What are you
talking about?

- What do you mean?
- Well, my crack team here...

Danny was FBI,
Taylor and Marissa used to work

for Homeland Security...
They got their hands

on some neighborhood
surveillance video.

I want to show it to you.

This is a sidewalk
surveillance camera

taken by the
block association

business coalition.

That's you, isn't it?

The real question is:

Who is that?

You didn't mention

anyone being with you
when you came in to speak with me.

That's my sister's son.

My nephew.

Andrew, 16.

Goes to the
Chelsea Academy.

We were picking up food
for dinner.

He-he lives with me now.

Actually, I'm in the process
of adopting him.

And did he happen to see you
push Dr. Weber into that gate?

No, he did not.

And did he happen to push
Dr. Weber into that gate?

When you came
to see me yesterday,

I was struck by how little
contrition I sensed from you.

Here you were, confessing
to killing another human being,

but there didn't seem to be
any regret.

And yet, at the same time,

you were filled
with concern for someone.

Not the dead man.
Not yourself.

For Andrew?

He's an amazing kid,

who's been dealt
a very tough hand.

Never knew his dad.

Mother ripped away
from him by cancer.

No brothers
or sisters.

He wouldn't come
in the restaurant with me.

It's kind of
o-our neighborhood place.

He knew.
He knew...

someone would
say something about Lily,

and I think he just couldn't...

I came out of the restaurant
and I told him

I had seen the doctor.

He immediately... he wanted,
he wanted to go back in there.

It took me five minutes
to talk him out of that idea.

We started walking home,

stopped in a bodega
to grab some milk,

and there he is,
across the street,

heading to the subway.

And all of a sudden,
Andy starts yelling,

"You lied to us!"

And what'd the doctor do?

He starts walking really fast.

And Andrew?

He runs across the street
to catch up with him, and does.

And you were trying
to keep up with Andrew.

Best I can.

But now he's standing
beside him,

screaming about
how he's a liar,

and the doctor's
got his cell phone out,

threatening to call the cops.

And Andrew doesn't care.

The kid's all
up in his face.

"Why won't you talk to me?"

And the doctor
keeps turning his back,

and-and the kid's
getting angrier and angrier,

and finally he turns him around
and he gives him a shove

into the fence,

and it suddenly
swings open,

and he's just gone.

Why don't you go and
pull Andrew out of school

and bring him back here.

We need to get to work.

She'll be down in a minute.

Uh, doctor's appointment.

She's nervous.

Nervous.

Uh, excuse me.

Any way we can put
this barrier up, here?

Just for privacy?

Thanks.

Is this Dr. Bull's?

Yeah, he lent it to me.

You okay?

I'm okay.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm okay.

Come here.

Do we have an ETA
on when our new client

and his son are coming back?

Uh, slight complication.

Jonathan went to Andrew's school
and discovered he wasn't there.

What are we doing
to find him?

We've got Danny
out in the field

and Taylor trying
to track his cell phone.

Just found him.
Or, at least, his phone.

He's in a building
at 238 West 10th Street.

Wait a second.
Isn't that the 55th Precinct?

What in the
world is he doing

at the 55th Precinct?

You think maybe they brought
him in for questioning?

Or he turned himself in.

Okay, Marissa,
call the precinct.

Tell them that we are
representing Andrew

and not to take
a statement from him

until counsel is present,

and that we are on our way.
Will do.

Sorry to bother you, Officer,
but I'm looking for

a 16-year-old
named Andrew Zbyszek.

I was led to believe
he might be here.

I'm his attorney.

Uh, actually, he's, uh, in
with a detective at the moment.

There must be some mistake.
Our office called.

Asked you not
to interview the boy,

not to take his statement,

that we were his counsel
and we were on our way.

Apparently, he waived
his right to counsel.

- Waived his right to counsel?
- He's 16.

Andrew Zbyszek?

Yes, sir.

My name's Dr. Jason Bull.

This is Benjamin Colón.

Your dad... your uncle...

Uh, asked us to help you.

Mr. Colón is an attorney

and I am a kind
of legal strategist.

So he knows I'm here...
My uncle?

You didn't
want him to?

I knew he was getting ready
to turn himself in.

Tell them he did it.

I couldn't let him do that.

So you came over here

to the police station
to tell them you did it.

'Cause I did. And they've already

taken your statement?

I told them
what happened.

That he had nothing
to do with it.

That he tried to stop me.

You tell them
it was an accident?

I didn't push him by accident.

And I told them that.

But... yeah,
that gate opening...

That was an accident.

And I told them that, too.

But the man's dead and I did it.

And you said that as well.

So what happens now?
I keep asking the police,

and they keep telling me
to wait.

Well, unfortunately,
everything you just told them

sounds like a confession,

which means
it's admissible in court.

We're gonna have to go to court?

Oh, yeah.

If we want
to keep you out of jail.

But first we have to get you
out of here.

- Arrange a bail hearing.
- And just so we're clear,

moving forward,
anyone asks you a question...

The police, anyone...

You tell them to come and talk
to one of us, okay?

Sure.

And just so you know...

I've been thinking
about it a lot...

and I'm okay
if they need to kill me.

Excuse me?

If someone needs to pay
for the doctor dying...

...I'm okay with it being me.

Death, people dying...

It's kind of everywhere
I've been looking lately.

So if it's supposed
to happen, it's okay.

I'd just...

I'd kind of like
to get it over with.

Knock, knock, knock.

Chunk.

This is Andrew Zbyszek.

Andrew, this is Chunk Palmer.

He is gonna tell you
everything you need to know

about how to comport
yourself in court tomorrow.

Andrew.

Thanks.

Uh, you want to have a seat?

Now, most people believe
that this is the hot seat.

And it is.

But...

why don't you sit
over there.

Go ahead.

You can certainly
see me here, right?

Yes.

But where else can you see?

This is where
you'll be sitting.

The defense table.

Now, look at the witness box.

And now look at me.

When that jury isn't looking
at the witness,

they're turning and looking
right here at you.

So even when
you're not testifying,

you're always on.

You get that?

That's all you got for me?

Look...

I know that you've
been through a lot

over the past
month or so.

But if you're not gonna
act like you give a damn

about what's happening to you,
I promise you,

the jury's not gonna
give a damn either.

Okay.No.

It's not okay.

I-Is this
what you want?

To spend the rest of your life
behind bars?

Is this what your late mother
would want for you?

Andrew, everything
that I've read,

everything that
I've been told...

you did nothing
to deserve any of this.

I laughed.

Excuse me?

I laughed.

I don't think
anyone heard me.

But I was so mad at this guy...
The doctor...

So mad
he wouldn't talk to me.

So I grabbed him, I pushed him.

He hits into that fence,
bounces into it.

It was like a cartoon.

He was there
and then he wasn't.

And I laughed.

And then I started to realize
what really happened.

So I walked to the edge
and looked down.

And it was so dark...

so deep.

I could see him at the bottom.

His arms and legs pointed
in the craziest directions.

Okay.

You laughed.

And then you stopped.

Andrew,

you did not kill him.

You had no way of knowing
that that gate was gonna open.

- It's still my fault.
- No. It isn't.

And I don't care about
how mad you were.

And I don't care
that you laughed.

Regretting things...

doesn't make you guilty
of causing them.

Trust me.

This is something
I know quite a bit about.

Mr. Prosecutor,
call your next witness, please.

The People would like to call
Jonathan Zbyszek to the stand.

Objection, Your Honor.

Jonathan Zbyszek
is the defendant's uncle,

and is in the process
of becoming his adoptive father.

Please don't allow this,
Your Honor.

He was a witness.

In fact, he was
the only witness.

I'm not
unsympathetic, but I need

Mr. Zbyszek to
take the stand.

Mr. Zbyszek,
on the night in question,

did you have
any physical contact

with the deceased,
Dr. Floyd Weber?

Physical contact? No.

Well, did you see anyone else

have any physical contact
with Dr. Weber?

Yes.

Can you identify him for us?

It was my sister's son.

My nephew, Andrew.

Can you describe
the physical contact to me?

He... pushed him.

Now,
can you describe the push?

The shove?

It-it... it was just a shove.

Are you sure?
With just one arm?

I don't know.

It happened pretty quick.

But, yeah, I'm pretty sure.

Could he have used two arms?

It's possible.

I-I was kind of behind him.

I mean...

I can't be sure.

Because your nephew described it
to the police as, quote:

"I kind of just
really pushed him.

"Kind of just checked him,

like you would
in a hockey game."

Okay. If that's what he said.

When you check someone,
you use two arms,

kind of cross your
arms across your chest

and come at the person.

Hockey's not really my game.

Okay.

Back to the night
in question.

So what do you think was
the purpose of that shove?

Purpose?

Try to get
the man's attention,

to-to try to engage him.

With the court's permission,
we'd like to play a video

of the defendant playing
hockey for his school.

Objection! Relevance?

Your Honor,

I think it's very clear that
this case hinges on intent.

What was the young man's

intent when he became physical
with the doctor?

And I believe this tape
will take us a long way

towards making
that intention clear.

Mr. Colón,

you're going to have a chance
to review the tape

with the witness
on cross.

I'm going to allow it.

Is this Andrew,
your nephew?

Yes, number 99.

That's Andrew.

So what do you think

was the purpose of that shove?

I have no idea.

- I mean, it's a game.
- Objection.

- Calls for speculation.
- MAXWELL: Are you aware

the opposing player lost
four teeth, broke three ribs

- and broke his collarbone?
- Objection!

- He is badgering the witness.
- Do you think your nephew

was trying to get that
other player's attention?

- Trying to draw a comparison between...
- Mr. Maxwell!

...an athletic event
and a tragic accident!

- To get him to engage?!
- Mr. Maxwell!

My apologies, Your Honor.

You're on notice,
Mr. Maxwell.

Objection sustained.

The jury will disregard
the testimony

as it relates
to the hockey tape footage.

And are they?
Are they disregarding it?

Well, I can only assume
the jury didn't hear her.

We're staring at nine red.

The defense
will call its first witness.

The defense would like to call
Brenda Novack to the stand.

Ms. Novack,

thank you for
making yourself

available to testify today.

Now, you were with Dr. Weber
for how long?

I was his surgical coordinator
for six years.

He hired me
right out of school.

I'm guessing you're still
coming to grips with his death.

I am.

So take me
through this.

As I understand it,

cancer patients
receive either one

or a combination of
therapies or protocols

that are thought
to be conventional.

Right? Hospitals have,
uh, approved of them.

Insurance companies
have signed off on them.

But occasionally,
a doctor may want

to try something
experimental, right?

And in that case,
they would need to get

what is known as an informed
consent from the patient.

- Am I right?
- Yes.

And this informed
consent involves

signing a rather lengthy
set of documents,

which insures
the patient knows

exactly what they're
getting into.

- That's right.
- Now,

you're normally
there for that...

For the signing and explanation
of the informed consent.

I mean, these things
can run 40 or 50 pages,

and you're there to make sure
if the patient has any questions...

And to make sure
that every single page

that requires a signature
gets one.

But on this occasion,
when it came time

for Ms. Zbyszek to sign
and review the paperwork,

you weren't there,
right?

That's correct.

Now, why do you think
that was?

I was told that

the idea for therapy
came up spontaneously

and that once
the decision was made,

the patient was anxious
to sign and begin.

Aha.

I'd know the sound
of that "aha" anywhere.

Prepare for liftoff.

You don't think
it was because

the doctor knew
if you were there

that you would have felt
compelled to tell the patient

that the drug
she had given permission

to be used on her
had never been used

on another human being before?

Objection.

Asked and answered.
No foundation.

Calls for speculation.
Relevance.

The list goes on and on.

There you go.
Guy's like a Swiss watch.

I do apologize, Your Honor.

If you'll allow me,

I'll withdraw the question.
As a matter of fact,

I have no more questions

for this witness
at the present time.

Thank you.

The man is smooth.

Mr. Maxwell, your witness.

Ms. Novack,

when a patient is staring
at a terminal diagnosis,

and they are still
at the hospital,

how many times in a given day
might a doctor meet with them?

It varies.

He could visit once,
or he could visit several times.

Several times.

And what obligation
does the doctor have,

assuming the patient
is still making

all of their
own decisions,

to inform, say, one's
brother, one's minor son,

of the particulars involving a
suggested experimental protocol?

To the best of my knowledge,
the doctor is under

no such obligation.

So,
is it outside the realm of possibility

that Dr. Weber may have returned
to Ms. Zbyszek's room

and explained to her
she'd be the first to try

this new protocol,

and she simply never
shared this with her son

or brother?

Objection, Your Honor.

No foundation.
Calls for speculation.

Relevance.

The list goes on and on.

Touché.Objection sustained.

Fine. I will withdraw

the question, Your Honor.

No further questions
at this time.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

A.D.A.'s actually made
a good point.

The jury gods giveth
and the jury gods taketh away.

Felt like we had a
pretty good day today.

Yeah, we're definitely
making progress.

I think we're at the point
where it would be extremely valuable

for the jury
to hear directly from you.

At the end of the day,
this is all about intent,

all about what you were trying
to do when you pushed that man.

And the only person who can
speak accurately to that

is you.

On the other hand,
there is no point

putting you on the stand

if you're still convinced
you're guilty.

It's all right.

Let me know in the morning.

You're awfully quiet.

You're letting the fact
that the kid won't commit

to testifying
get you down?

Not really.

It'd be nice, but...

Well, then, what's going on
in that brain of yours?

What's your read on the jury?

Marissa will tell you
we're almost dead even,

but I don't buy it.

I think they're all
slippery jurors,

and they're gonna get
to that deliberation room,

and because neither side
has really proven anything,

and the only absolute fact
is that a man is dead...

...that boy's gonna end up
spending some time behind bars.

Wow.

It's pretty fatalistic.

Just calling it as I see it.

But here's the big question:

Why'd he do it?

Doctor, I mean.

Why would a professional,

a man of some repute,
risk his reputation,

his license, his everything

to trick a patient
into trying a drug

that hasn't even been
proven to work

on anyone other than
a lab rat? Why?

And trust me, that is the kind
of question someone's gonna ask

in that jury room,
and when no one can answer it,

the jury is going to embrace
the A.D.A.'s thesis,

which is, he did tell her,
and she just never mentioned it

to anyone else.

And then this becomes
a case about a...

...grieving kid
wanting someone to pay

for his mother's death.

And on that happy note,

see you in the
morning, sir.

Don't you "sir" me.

Yes, sir.

Hello, stranger.

Hey.

What brings you back to Dodge?

Well, apparently,
Taylor is looking for me.

You're working
some peculiar hours.

Yeah. Fatherhood.

You'll see.

Mm.Well, uh,

my daughter hasn't
been feeling well.

She's been going
through something,

so she's been, uh, at my house
for the past few days.

But, um, I'll take her back
to her dorm on Sunday.

Well, give her my best.

Tell her I hope
she feels better.

Will do.
Oh.

How goes court?

Ah, it goes.

Maybe not our way,
but... it goes.

Sorry about that.
Well, haven't you heard?

Justice really is blind.

So I'm climbing down

every rabbit hole I can find,

and I start researching
the company

that actually manufactures
the drug that was tested

on Andrew's mother,
and guess whose name came up

on the corporate website

as a
"consultant to the company."

The late Dr. Weber.

Curious, right?

So now I really want
to go to town.

I want to find out
what being a consultant means.

So I hack into
the corporate server,

and I find Dr. Weber's
employment agreement.

Basically, they hired him
to procure terminal patients

on whom to test their drug.

Okay.

It's morbid.

But... I get it.

You have to test it
on people with the disease,

and the only people
willing to risk it

are gonna be people
staring at a certain death.

Wait. I haven't told you
the best part.

They paid him
half a million dollars,

in advance,

and gave him two years.

And apparently, over the course
of these two years,

he approached 17 other people.

But once he told them
about the possible side effects

and the fact that
it had never been tested

on any human beings before,
they all said no.

Hmm.

And here's where it gets
really interesting.

When he got the go-ahead
from Andrew's mother,

there was only a week left
to his agreement.

One more thing.

If he had been unable to procure
anyone on whom to test the drug,

he would have had to pay back
the $500,000.

Dr. Bull,
aren't you gonna say anything?

Yabba Dabba Doo.

The defense would like to call
Dr. Bryce Winters to the stand.

Dr. Winters,

you are
the chief executive officer

of X2XST Pharmaceuticals?

Yes. And by the way,
the company's name is pronounced

"X to exist."

Oh.

Well, thank you
for clearing that up.

Now, can you please explain
what your company does?

We are
a pharmaceutical incubator.

Our mission is to develop
and ultimately market

cutting-edge medicines.

And, of course, these drugs
go through rigorous testing,

first on animals
and then on humans.

So when you finally
got permission

to test your new cancer drug
on humans,

how did you
go about recruiting them?

We contract with doctors
all over the country

to help us find patients
who fit the criteria

and might be interested.

Doctors like the late Dr. Weber?

Yes. Dr. Weber was

one of several consultants
we had agreements with.

So, I take it, it wasn't easy

to find subjects
upon whom to test

this particular drug,
am I right?

It's been a struggle.

While our drug
has shown great promise

in its early testing
on small lab animals,

the combination of
a modest cure rate of 16%

coupled with some
daunting side effects...

Like? In rats,

we've seen hallucinations,
periods of intense nausea,

muscle spasms.

As I'm sure you can imagine,
once you share

that kind of data
with potential candidates,

the conversation becomes
much more challenging.

And how did it work
with you and Dr. Weber?

What was the nature
of your agreement with him?

It was a two-year agreement.

He was paid
half a million dollars.

And what if,
in that two years,

he was unable to find
a suitable candidate?

Well, then he would
return the money.

And when he was finally able
to convince Andrew's mother

to volunteer
to try the new drug,

how many days were left
on his contract?

I believe there were four days.

Four days.

Four days before
he would have had to pay back

half a million dollars.

I may be off by a day or two,

but that's my
recollection.

Thank you.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

Oh.

Actually, I have one more.

If my client's mother was
the first person to be tested

with this new drug,
does that mean

that all the other doctors
you had contracted with

had to give you back
however much it was

- you were paying them?
- Actually, no.

That's the thing.

Once you get
that first volunteer,

it becomes
a much easier proposition.

We've actually had
seven more trials

with the drug since then.

And now are those
trial subjects doing?

Unfortunately, we've yet to see
a positive outcome

in a human trial.

I think
I would like to testify.

You might just want to
have Benny give his closing argument

and quit while you're ahead.

We've got nine jurors
on our side.

Nope.

Andrew and I are going
for a clean sweep.

Andrew,

simple question.

Did you know
Dr. Weber was

going to be in the
restaurant that night?

No.

- How could I?
- And did you know

that the chain-link fence
you had pushed him into

was actually a gate,

and that the gate
would be left unlocked?

I mean,

that would be something
you would have to know

if by pushing him into the
fence you hoped to kill him.

I didn't even know
there was construction

going on over there.

I'd never gone
down that street before.

I'd only been living
in my uncle's for, like...

two months
at that point,

and my school's the other way.

So you had no plans
to kill Dr. Weber.

That was not
your intention.

Objection.

Is the attorney for the defense
asking the questions

or answering them?

Let me rephrase,
Your Honor.

The answer is no!

I had just seen all the death
I care to see in my life.

I just stood around
and listened

while my mother moaned
and howled for weeks.

Talk gibberish to people
who weren't in the room.

Mistake me for my father.

Lose all control
of her bodily functions.

Forget her own name.

The last thing I wanted to do
is hurt another human being.

'Cause anyone any pain.

The only reason I was following
him down that street...

I just wanted to know
why.

Why would he do that
to the last weeks of her life?

But he wouldn't tell me.

And now I know.

He sold those weeks
to a drug company

for half a million dollars.

But they weren't his to sell.

I mean...

I really do regret
that I pushed him,

and I really do regret
that he fell.

But I realize now...

regretting things
doesn't make you guilty

of having caused them.

And I didn't cause this.

May I give you an update?

Nope.

I don't want to ruin
the surprise.

Jury was out a whole 23 minutes.

That's got to be
some kind of record.

It certainly is for me.

How do we ever say
thank you?

You pay our bill,
you tell your friends.

You were
outstanding today.

I think it made
all the difference.

Thank you for pushing me.

I hope you meant what you said.
How do you mean?

Well, I believed it
when you told the court

you regretted
the doctor's death,

but I hope you also meant it

when you said you knew
you didn't cause it.

Oh, no, I meant it.

Actually, that was something

Mr. Palmer tried
to get me to see.

Took me a while
to understand.

I'd be grateful
if you let him know it stuck.

We'd be happy to.

Well... how about that?

Chunk to the rescue.

- Who knew?
- Not me, that's for sure.

I'm sorry...

if I let you down.

Or if I made you
let yourself down in some way.

Let me tell you something.

You cannot let me down.

It's simply not possible.

You can disappoint me.

We can certainly disagree.

But let me down?

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Do you want to come in?

Oh, I'd love to come in.
I always want to come in.

I love being a part
of your life, but...

truth is, I think
you've had quite enough

of me for a bit.

And it's a
Sunday, and..

I need to get
some things done.

Maybe next week.

Maybe next week.

Taxi!

Where you headed?

Actually...

I'm looking for
a Baptist church.

You know,
why don't you start driving,

and I'll hit you with an address
as soon as I find it.

You got it,
brother.

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