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How you feeling,
Erica?

One blackout away
from being able

to have little ones,
I hope.

Absolutely.

And I told your husband
the same thing.

He's in the waiting room
with your mom, dad.

You are going
to knock me out, right?

The doctor didn't say.

Dr. Robeson's
not one to chat.

Trust me, you'll miss
the whole thing.

Julio, some help?

Okay.

On three.

One, two, three.

There we go.
Let's bring in Atticus.

Is that the robot arm?

It's the Atticus
Surgical System.

It's the best tool
for the job.

Where's my music?

Coming, Doctor.

Okay, Erica Povery,
myomectomy.

Hi, Dr. Robeson.

Hi, Ms. Povery.

Here's your music, Doctor.

Uh, give me 100 mikes of
fentanyl, then the propofol.

All right, you're gonna
feel a chill come over you.

Count down from ten.

Ten, nine... Good.

Ten, nine, eight...

seven...

There's more fibroids
in the uterus than we thought.

Heavy bleeding
from that insertion.

I see it.

Blood pressure's dropping fast.

We've gotta stop this bleeding.

I know.

She's bleeding out.
This isn't working.

Dr. Robeson, what
do you want me to do?

Dr. Terrence Robeson.

First in his class
at Harvard Med.

Now one of the top
gynecological surgeons

in the world.

Terry and I went
to college together.

Terry...

Ooh.

Wait, he looks like that,

and he's a surgeon?

Doesn't seem right,
does it?

What'd he do?

Saved a woman's life,

and now she's
suing him for it.

Erica Povery.

She and her husband wanted
to start a family.

But a cluster of fibroids
was preventing pregnancy.

Terry was brought in
to remove them.

Unfortunately, there were
a larger number

of fibroids than expected.

Now, heavy bleeding
is not uncommon,

but in Erica's case,
the bleeding wouldn't stop.

The only way to keep her alive

was to remove her uterus

and perform
an emergency hysterectomy.

So now she can't have kids?

And that's why she had
the surgery in the first place?

Erica is claiming that
the hysterectomy was avoidable,

and she's suing
for malpractice.

Well, to prove malpractice,
she has to show

that Robeson violated
a reasonable standard of care.

That means a significant
violation of skill,

diligence, or judgment.

Not easy to do.

Maybe not.

But there are people
with skill, diligence,

and judgment lining up
to testify against him.

My guess is the they're
gonna focus on one aspect.

That he rushed the decision
to perform the hysterectomy.

Judgment.

They're gonna say
that he could have used

less-drastic measures
to stop the bleeding.

And there's diligence.

Okay, listen, I know
that it sounds bad,

but I've known Terry
for 16 years.

If there was another way,
he would have found it.

What about the hospital?

They offered a settlement.

But Terry refused.

It would have meant admitting
that he made a mistake,

and he insisted
he didn't make one.

So if he loses,

he'll be held liable
for damages,

which could be millions.

And he may never
practice again.

For someone like Terry--
brilliant, a pioneer--

that's all he has.

I'm assuming that
the good doctor has

an equally accomplished
lawyer?

Actually, no.
He's had some

disagreements
with his lawyers.

Lawyers? Plural?

They sent over
some pre-trial files

and motions.

I could pull 'em up.

All right.

Let's see what
we're up against.

At this time, we, the plaintiffs
would like to call

Dr. Terrence Robeson
to the stand.

Benny's a little

too excited to play
Erica's attorney.

Residual nostalgia
from his prosecutor days.

But don't worry, it's what
we need to find the weaknesses

in your old boyfriend's case.

Terry.
Sharp intake of breath

tells me it was
no more than a year.

You're trying
to be relaxed, which means

it was a long time ago, but...

that little pulsing vein
is the giveaway.

He still has a place
in your heart.

It is hard not to feel
continually judged by you.

Oh, well... not judged.
Observed.

And you shouldn't
be insulted, because

I can't help it.

We were together almost
a year, after college.

Still close friends.

Why didn't you
tell me about him?

Well, I, uh...

Terry's...

an acquired
taste.

Well, let's see what we can
acquire from Terry's stand-in.

Dr. Robeson, as simply

as you can, please
walk us through the surgery.

Certainly.
We began with anesthesia,

a mix of fentanyl
and Marcaine.

Then once the patient had...

Wrong.

Wh... Are you insane?

It's fentanyl
then propofol.

Marcaine would have
the inconvenient effect

of giving her seizures

and putting her in a coma.

Terry, you were supposed to
call me when you got here.

I... I know, I just wanted

to see the magic happen.

We'll be sawing Marissa
in half later.

You should stick around.
I'm Dr. Jason Bull.

Oh. You're a psychologist,
though, right?

So, not a real doctor.

W... Now, this is all
part of trial science.

This is where we run
the mock trials with experts,

like this MD.

Yeah.

And we present various facts

in the case and track
the juror's responses.

And once we hone our
strategy, we bring you in.

Well, based on your
so-called expert,

I'd say you need
to bring me in now.

We didn't want to waste your
time, given your busy schedule.

But since you're here...

ain't nothing better
than the real thing.

Okay.

Get out of there.

Like I said-- acquired taste.

Wow.

Dr. Robeson,

you're considered
the top surgeon

in your field, is that correct?

And I'd kill
to keep it that way.

It's a joke.

Right. Right,

well, let's just
talk about Erica's case, okay?

There's a line
of surgeons

who will testify

that you should have waited

to perform
a radical hysterectomy.

Yeah, I can get you a line
of idiots to tell you anything.

Especially doctors
who are paid to come to court

instead of the operating room.

Are you aware

that you perform
fibroid surgery

in half the time as
the national average?

Yes.

So, isn't it possible
that you might have

rushed through surgery
to fit more in, make more money?

Is it possible you were fired
by the D.A. for incompetence?

Oh.

I see you did
your due diligence.

In the O.R....

Yeah, in the O.R.

I pioneered the use of a
robotic arm called the Atticus,

which allows me to perform
fibroid surgery

in half the time
with one thousandth

the number
of mistakes.

Their empathy lines
are plummeting.

I'm no surgeon,
but wouldn't you call

maiming Erica a mistake?

No,

because she lived. And you're
right, you're no surgeon.

You have no idea what it's like
when every decision,

every incision you make

is the difference
between life and death.

It's bloody, it's ugly,

and it's nothing anyone
who went to law school

should be able to second guess.
So let me make this... simple.

The closest thing that we have
to God on Earth

is a surgeon
at the top of his game.

So next time...

...you know,
maybe laugh at his jokes.

Well, your friend
may have saved Erica's life,

but he just took his own
on the stand.

We got the results back from our
mock jury. All six found Terry

liable for malpractice.

Anyone surprised?

He's egotistical.

Elitist.

Perfect, or so he thinks.

Holier than thou.

Our client has what
we not real doctors call...

a god complex.

The good news is
he's the best

at what he does.

The bad news is...

he knows it.

My doctor can think he's a god

as long as he saves my ass
in the O.R.

So our strategy
is to find

people who are comfortable
with jerks,

so long as their jerks
are on their side.

Deep pragmatists.

Exactly.

Marissa, would you
start building out

a motivational matrix, please?

I want to know which jurors
are willing to bite the bullet

when they stand
to benefit.

Danny, let's find better facts.

Starting with the hospital
and this robotic arm.

Cable,

want you to deep dive
this surgery,

find out what the hell
went wrong and why.

Chunk, get our doctor
spruced up for court.

Yup.

Benny.

Hmm?

Walk with me.

I know you enjoyed going up
against Robeson in mock trial.

Yeah, you know I love
going toe-to-toe.

I know.

And that's why
he needs new counsel.

Seriously?

We're up against

a sympathetic young woman
who wanted nothing more

than to be a mother.

We need a new attorney
who can

balance out Robeson's uber ego

with a more earthly presence.

Mm. Well,
who do you have in mind?

Welcome back, Liberty.

Oh,

hi.

I'm excited to be here.

Oh. Sorry,

the walk's a killer.

Glad to have you back.
You remember Benny.

You kidding?

Working with you guys
on the Peters case--

oh, that made my career.

Really?

So I can't thank you enough
for this opportunity

to work with one of
your clients again.

Wait till you meet the client.

Which one's
the magic acquittal tie?

Oh, no magic, just
medicine for the soul.

In here, I'm
the surgeon.

And you are
flatlining.

See if we can pump a little
life into it, huh?

Unstructured jacket, Earth tones
for balance and strength,

and a pocket square
adds sophistication.

Can't imagine anyone's
gonna care what I wear.

I'm gonna pretend
you didn't say that.

Look, I'm a doctor.

You want to put me
in a lab coat?

No, but let's
talk psychology.

Something called
enclothed cognition.

Subtle changes in clothing
affect the person's

perception of you.

You went to
military school.

You read my bio.

I read your posture.

Take that off.

It's too rigid.

In the O.R. what
do you do to relax?

Play music.

What kind?

Hip-hop.

Here we go. We need
some of that

in the courtroom.

Dr. Robeson's

the man who put
Atticus on the map.

He's a pioneer.

Smartest addition I've made
to our surgical staff

in the last ten years.

Is it because of his skill
or because of Atticus?

Both.
The procedures he's developed

with Atticus have become
the gold standard worldwide.

These arms are fitted
with surgical blades,

which allow for
smaller incisions,

less bleeding,
and faster recovery time.

Which means you can
squeeze in more surgeries.

Excuse me?

Well, I read that

your hospital does 30 times
the number of surgeries as your

closest competitor.

Everyone wants the best
medical care they can receive.

Why not testify to that
in court?

Hospital policy is to

stay out of malpractice suits.

Our employees are welcome to
testify, should they choose.

But don't expect
a line out the door.

He's... not our most
appealing doctor.

So, you wouldn't mind if I spoke
to other members of your staff.

Suit yourself.

All right.

Liberty.

You ready to spin the wheel
of fortune we call voir dire?

With the questions
you like to ask the jury,

I actually enjoy
spinnin' the wheel.

Doc. Doc!

Had you pegged
as more Britpop

than hip-hop.

I'm relaxing.

Let's hope dancing isn't part
of his relaxation routine.

Oh, there's Erica,
the plaintiff.

Wow, she looks...

nice.

Are we going in?
Or is standing outside part

of trial science, too?

Is it too late to switch sides?

Hand in your phone.
Judge's orders.

Wait, what? Since when?

Today.

You can have it back
when you leave.

Well, Marissa,
this is where we part ways.

Looks like our judge has
an aversion to technology.

Wow. It's been a long time

since you read a jury
without backup!

Do you miss me yet?

Kidding?
I love flying without a net.

See you on the other side.

What historical figure
do you most admire and why?

Your Honor, is this jury
selection or a talk show?

She has
the right to ask.

No matter how stupid

it sounds to us.

I assume there's some strategy

behind this question.

Historical figure?

I'd say Nikola Tesla.

He was a visionary and wanted to
give electricity to the world.

We move to strike, Your Honor.

Now, why would
you strike someone who cares

about intellect
and innovation?

Because she's
an idealist,

and we want pragmatic jurors
who will put up

with you because
you're the best,

despite your prickly exterior.

How 'bout finding people
who care about the facts?

Juror number three.

I'd go with John McEnroe.

That guy was fun to watch
and played to win.

And if anyone got in his way,
he'd shove that racket

right up their...

Not

in my courtroom, sir.

Do you see how
they're leaning away from you?

It's because you're
alienating them.

Yes, well,

according to you,
they'll look past that.

Have you ever heard

of the ass-to-awesome ratio?

Because it means the bigger
an ass you are, the better

you'd better be.
And you're reaching

that threshold.

Counselor?

Have you ever applied
that ratio

to yourself, Dr. Bull?

Cut it.

We move to strike

this juror,
Your Honor.

What?

No. No.

Liberty, no.

Your Honor,

a brief recess,
please?

Marissa...

Bull, if you're calling me
this soon, something happened.

Robeson happened.

He's managed to alienate
almost every member

of the jury,
and we haven't even started.

Who have we got left?

Well, we have two pragmatists.

The rest are giving him
the cold shoulder.

So what do we do?

Give me a second.

I'm gonna crack the door.

Okay,

juror number two,
bespoke suit,

Patek Philippe
watch. Flashy.

Everything about him
is expensive.

Uh, 34-year-old
investment banker.

His last two vacations
were Vegas and...

...Vegas.

High-rollers' table, I bet.

Look at him, sitting in that
box like a king on a throne.

Let's talk
about juror number 12.

Looks like she's itching
to jump into the game.

Good guess. She coaches
the Lady Jackals,

women's college basketball team.

Ooh.

Ejected from three of six games
for fighting with the ref.

Pragmatists will vote for
our doctor despite his attitude.

But these guys
will vote

for him
because of his attitude.

It's funny,

to save a client
with a god complex,

we're gonna fill the rest
of the box with...

A jury of gods.

We've got
a high-finance investor,

the high-fashion
designer,

high-scoring coach,
high-calorie food critic.

These are all uncompromising,
arrogant alphas.

Let's give 'em Greek names.

Zeus,

Apollo, Athena...

And Dionysus.

For the food critic.

The god of wine and good times.

I like Dionysus.

I forgot you minored
in Greek mythology.

That's gonna come in handy.

So our jury's
a bunch of jerks.

Not all of 'em.

We have two
mere pragmatic mortals.

Erica needs five of six to win.

She has everyone but Zeus.

We just need
the other gods

to see themselves in Robeson.

We have our work cut out for us.

I will go assemble
a godlike mirror jury.

I finished the deep
dive on the surgery.

You're gonna want to see this.

What I found scrubbing

the hospital security footage
is kind of amazing.

Dr. Robeson didn't just save
Erica's life once.

He saved it three times
during this surgery.

The first time, 12 minutes in.

Erica's breathing gets hoarse.

Her face gets red.

She's having a reaction
to the propofol.

Uh-huh.

But the anesthesiologist
didn't catch it.

Robeson did. He gave her a
combo of Benadryl and steroids.

Then, two hours in,

Erica's lost a lot of blood.

But watch the nurse.

She's totally confused,
and Robeson

has to come over
to help her pick the right bag.

B-negative.
That could have made her sick,

even killed her.
What's the finale?

The bleeding's gotten
so bad they can't continue.

Robeson pulls Atticus out
of the surgery, steps forward,

and performs the hysterectomy
by hand.

Wow.

Robeson saved her life

three times. But I don't
understand why these mistakes

aren't in his notes.

Simple.

Robeson
covered it up.

But-but why?

I mean, they're
not his mistakes.

They are, in a way.

Exactly. I spoke to one
of the many hospital employees

Robeson, uh,
rubbed the wrong way.

And it turns out
he pulled strings

to get these two
on his team that day.

Question is, why?

What else is this god hiding?

So, Doc,

here's the thing.
We're having some trouble

with your eye for
talent in the O.R.

Really?

Mmm.

You pulled rank to get
the anesthesiologist,

Dr. Edwyn, into the O.R.

A man whose record
is average, at best.

He is, however, an
excellent golfer.

And he pulled rank

to get you
into his fancy country club.

Are you suggesting

I request him so I can play
at a nice golf course?

I'll admit,
it felt like a stretch.

Until we learned that,
um, Kelly Abbott,

the nurse you
most often requested,

has been criticized
for slow response time,

and you had an affair
with her 18 months ago.

We didn't have
an affair.

Neither of us are married.

Never have been.

And this isn't
worth my breath.

Yes, it is.

Terry, this is your life.

Now sit down and let us try

to help
you save it.

I chose my team with the same
care that you chose yours.

Preparing for surgery
is like preparing for battle.

There are
dozens of risks.

Now, the known risks
I can handle.

It's the unknown risks--
those are the landmines.

Now, if I want
to be successful,

I need to turn those unknowns
into knowns.

In the hospital,
mistakes are inevitable.

That is why I use Dr. Edwyn
and Nurse Abbott--

not because they won't
make mistakes,

but because I know
what mistakes they will make.

And our records show
that we are an excellent team.

You can't have flawless,
so you go for predictable.

The problem is,
her surgery

was neither predictable
nor flawless.

And their whole case
hinges on the idea that

you violated
the standard of care.

And you're doing their work
for them.

They are gonna say
that you were distracted

at very critical moments.

Why would I bring in people
that would cause a disaster?

Golf.

Sex.

I'd stick
with golf,

because a subpar performance
is considered good.

Terry,

we dig up these facts

because we'd rather prepare
for them here

than get ambushed
in court.

Do you know why
I chose Nurse Abbott?

She's not slow.

She's fast?

She's thorough.

Records processes
hundreds of surgeries

from our hospital.
We're the busiest in the area.

Records got the blood type
wrong.

Kelly caught it
because she cross-referenced

the charts
with the records

and saw two blood types listed.

And as a result, we were
only able to save Erica's life

because she had the two
different blood types on hand.

And as for Dr. Edwyn,

what you can't see is
how cool he is under pressure.

The only other available
anesthesiologist that morning

is a bag of nerves.
He drives me crazy.

Now, Edwyn handled
a life-or-death circumstance

without breaking
a sweat.

That's also what makes him
a scratch golfer.

So...

we know he can do that.

He's more
than just ego.

He has a mind,

and it's brilliant. Who
wouldn't want to be around that?

It's exciting.

Invigorating. And, yes,

it's infuriating, crazy-making.

If only you could change him...

Yes... No. Well...

If he were just...

a little bit more...

Tolerable?

When I finally left him,

I thought he'd actually try
to win me back.

Maybe he knew
he could never give you...

what you need.

If the gods on our jury
are these arrogant jerks,

they're never
gonna listen to anyone.

Not experts
and certainly not lawyers.

That's not true.

We have an opportunity here.

We have a panel of jurors
so self-absorbed

that each one of them
is gonna think

that we're talking
directly to them.

And how do we do that?

Well, we start
with the plaintiff's

star witness,
Dr. Talbertson,

senior gynecological surgeon
at New York Sacred Heart.

They are relying on him
to prove that Robeson

violated standard of care.

And he's gonna say something
like...

When faced with severe bleeding,

the key is
to promote clotting.

You give drugs,

give transfusions,

and, above all, give time.

And did Dr. Robeson
do all three?

Two.
Drugs and transfusions.

But instead of giving it time,

he rushed to
the hysterectomy.

No doubt he had a surgery
waiting or...

What do you know, you hack?

What do I do?

You let him vent.

The gods
will love it.

But cut him off before the judge
finds him in contempt.

No, ask him how long it took
him to get board certified.

How many research grants
does he have?

Counselor.

Terry.

Is it your belief

that if Dr. Robeson
had exercised diligence,

good judgment, and waited
for clotting to take hold,

Erica would still be able
to have children?

Yes, it is.

We have no further questions.

Robeson's outburst

got their attention.

Now you keep it

by using tailored language,
words that make

each god feel that our
reasoning is their reasoning.

Take Zeus,
an investment banker.

He'll respond
to statistical analysis.

Dr. Talbertson,
how often have any

of your myomectomies resulted
in an emergency hysterectomy?

I've been practicing 20 years...

Three times,
according to hospital records.

And were those three times

an avoidable risk

or just bad luck?

I don't take risks

in my O.R.

Really?
Let's examine that.

Now that Zeus is listening,
you turn to Athena.

You'll appeal
to her as a basketball coach

hell-bent on winning.

So you claim
that Dr. Robeson rushed

to perform
the emergency procedure.

Like an armchair general

second-guessing another's
battle plan, but

when things went wrong
in your O.R., Doctor,

how long did you wait before
beginning the hysterectomy?

I really couldn't say.

Three

unit transfusions...
on average.

So do you recall the number
of Dr. Robeson's

unit transfusions?

I do not.

Almost four.

So Dr. Robeson
gave more time

for the bleeding to stop
than you did.

And Dionysus?

Our food critic.

Did you rush to judgment?
Did you feel

the heat of the fire
and panic in the kitchen?

Were you guilty of malpractice?

There are other factors.

There always are.

For instance,
when you say that Dr. Robeson

rushed because
he had another surgery waiting.

Isn't it true that the waitlist
for Dr. Robeson is

months long, while
yours is...?

It's less.

And why do you suppose that is?

Could it be because
the success rate

for Dr. Robeson
is near perfect,

while yours is--

to borrow your own words-- less?

More surgeries

and a higher success rate.

It seems to me that

Dr. Robeson is more
of an expert than you are.

Liberty's cross-examination of

Dr. Talbertson
couldn't have gone any better.

So Erica started out
with five.

Now it's an even split--
three for, three against.

And Erica needs five to win.

It's great odds.

Oh, we are not out
of the woods yet.

Erica's gonna take
the stand next.

You couldn't ask for a more
sympathetic plaintiff.

Ms. Povery,

when did you and your husband
decide to start a family?

During his last tour
in Afghanistan.

When he got back for good,
we started trying.

Did you ask your doctor
why you were unable to conceive?

She said I had uterine fibroids.

And did she recommend a surgeon?

Yes.

Dr. Robeson.

She said he was the best.

And after the surgery, how did
Dr. Robeson behave toward you?

He barely acknowledged me.

Mumbled something.

A nurse had to come in later
and explain what happened.

I tried calling him.

He didn't return my call.

How is that

being the best?

Your witness.

Erica,

I appreciate
how hard this is for you.

Especially considering...

well, would you agree
that the defendant, Dr. Robeson,

is kind of a jerk?

Objection!

She's trashing
her own client.

Are you sure you want to object?

Objection withdrawn.

Are you aware that

Winston Churchill
was called a jerk?

Steve Jobs, a jerk.

I guess.

World-class achievers

and world-class egos
go hand in hand.

So thank God you can't sue
someone for being a jerk.

I'm not suing him
for being a jerk.

I'm suing him because
he made a mistake.

And his ego is

so big he can't even admit it.

My husband and I have been
trying to have children

for years.
This surgery

was supposed to allow us
to fulfill that dream.

He knew that.

Instead,

he butchered me.

I wanted to be a mom.

This jerk missed the point
of her surgery.

He should have tried harder.

He wouldn't risk

his ego by talking
to his own patient.

Weak.

I wonder how much
for that watch.

Something's up
with Dionysus.

Erica turned two jurors
against us.

I mean, they feel
she's been wronged,

even if she didn't
technically prove

Terry violated
her standard of care.

That's not the only challenge
we've come across today.

Dionysus was paying more
attention to Zeus' watch

than paying attention
to Erica's testimony.

And that is wrong
on many levels.

Dionysus has a spring
in his step.

Yup, the spring of a man about
to step into a new Mercedes.

I tailed him all the way
from the dealership.

According to
his e-mails,

he also just put in
for a two-week vacation.

Where is he off to?
Mount Olympus?

St. Barts. His room's
going for two grand a night.

St. Barts. I like St. Barts.

So the son of a bitch
has been bought off.

Yeah, someone else is
definitely working this trial.

Well, nobody messes
with my jury but me.

I found this guy Victor.
He's a contract fixer.

Danny got some photos of him.

And who is he
speaking with?

Alexander Greyridge, PhD,

VP of the company that makes
the Atticus robotic arm.

So Atticus bought the fixer,
the fixer bought the juror.

Right.

Dionysus is on our side,
but not under our control.

I still haven't found
a digital footprint yet.

Hmm.

And I don't really understand
why they're so desperate

to get Robeson off.

I need access to
the Atticus, but

it's secured inside
the hospital.

Remember that outfit

Danny wore to
the Halloween party last year?

What, the
nurse's outfit?

Mm.

Oh. I see what you mean.

I'll let you two take it

from there. Have fun.

Whoa.

43-year-old single malt.

You have impeccable taste, sir.

Thanks. I recognize you
from court.

You're defending Robeson, right?

I think we both are.

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

Relax. I'm not here
to expose you.

I'm here to help you.

Nicky...

you've been
making some noise.

I've been very discreet.

Nicholas, a $200
bottle of Scotch,

a plane ticket to St. Barts, and
a new Mercedes is not discreet.

You know what'll happen
if you get caught?

Five years.

And you would have to find your
own defense attorney, because

our mutual benefactor wouldn't
be able to help you out.

Victor said
he'd help me out.

Victor.

Maybe you don't know Victor

as well as you think you do.

If you keep misbehaving,

I'll go to the
judge myself.

I want out. Please?

There's got to be a way.

I'll tell Victor.

Just don't show up in court.

This is ridiculous!
Where is juror number four?

That's it!

Officer, we need a replacement
for juror number four.

Please call the first alternate.

Alternate juror number one?

Ah, that would be Gladys,

licensed sex therapist.

Looks like we're in
for some mutually-gratifying

deliberations.

I think we call
her Aphrodite.

Nice work getting rid
of Dionysus.

Tell me Aphrodite's had a
consensual effect on our jury.

Oh, our jury loves her.

See for yourself.

Well, leave it
to a sex therapist

to have all the skills it
takes to unite Mount Olympus.

But she has already

formed an opinion
of our good doctor,

and it's not so therapeutic.

So, what does it take
for someone with a big heart

to warm to someone
with a prickly ego?

We are talking about me

and Terry now,
aren't we?

Are we?

Cable? Cable, let's go.

Okay.

Hurry, Cable. We've got a tight
window to hack into Atticus.

We need a go word.

What?

You know, a word that
tells the other person that

the coast is clear.
Something like... ampicillin?

Ampicillin?

I don't know. What did you use
in the bureau?

We used to say, "Clear."

Okay, clear.

This is incredible.

It's a near-flawless system.

10,000 self-checks a second,
no history of malfunction.

Wait. When was
Erica's surgery?

The 16th.

There was an update
just two days before that,

but they installed a patch
the day after Erica's operation.

Why the hell would they do that?

Uh-oh. Cable, we have
a house call. Come on. Come on.

I'm on it.

You're fast, Doc,

but I'm faster.

Is anybody in here?

Security?

Hi. This is Dr. Lewis.

I'm trying to get
into O.R. room three...

Hey. Doc.

...and the keypad
won't work.

Go.

Dr. Lewis.

Dr. Lewis to the ER.

Dr. Lewis, you're needed
in the ER.

Clear?

Ampicillin.

Atticus's quarterly

software update caused

an error in one of
the arm's calibrations.

It wasn't much.

Less than 100 nanometers off
of what Robeson commanded.

But impossible for the
human eye to detect.

It was already

a bloody surgery, making it
difficult to see clearly.

But when Robeson
commanded Atticus

to cut into one of
the hard-to-reach fibroids,

it nicked one of Erica's
blood vessels.

Terry didn't make a mistake.
Atticus did.

And they knew it,

so they patched the software
and bribed Dionysus

so they could buy
the "not liable" verdict.

Didn't want to damage
the doctor's good name.

It's their best marketing tool.

This evidence was
obtained illegally.

We're gonna have to subpoena
Atticus for their records.

If they're dirty enough
to bribe a juror,

they'll definitely
cover up the patch.

Oh, yeah. They'll try.

But if Liberty calls
Dr. Greyridge to the stand

and he's the lead
engineer for Atticus,

then he'll assume he's
there to defend Robeson.

Then we make him
meet his own creation.

The Atticus Surgical System
took 12 years and more than

$100 million to develop.

And since then,

how many surgical errors
have been reported?

Zero.

None whatsoever.

That is impressive.

Would you be willing
to put that to the test?

There's a demo mode,
if you'd like...

What about something
more hands-on?

Specifically, your hand
on this table.

We would like to play
a version

of the knife game.

Only in place of the knife...

Objection.

Your Honor, we respect
the court's decision

to use the machine,

but this is turning into a
sideshow, a dangerous one.

I'm inclined to agree.

Counselor, where are
we going with this?

Nobody is going to get hurt.

We have calibrated the
machine to this grid.

The jury deserves
to see it in action.

Dr. Greyridge?

Of course.

I trust Atticus.

Oh, one more thing.

In order for this
to be accurate,

we need to use the same version
of the software

that was used
for Erica's surgery.

So we've had the
technician roll it back.

Everybody ready?

When I give the word,
we will demonstrate for the jury

the 100% accuracy

of the Atticus Surgical System,

calibrated with the same version
of the software

used on the day
of Erica's surgery.

And...

Wait!

Dr. Greyridge, what's wrong?

I-I don't understand.

Are you saying that even in the
hands of a skilled technician,

Atticus could miss?

He could cut the wrong thing?

I... I don't know.

How do you not know?

Was there a change in
the software recently?

A patch just 18 hours

after Erica's surgery?

I... don't have to answer that.

All right, one against
and four on the fence.

Zeus works with high-tech
investing algorithms,

so exposing the flaws

in Atticus's software was
enough to convince him.

But I'm at a loss how
to win over the others.

I mean, the machine
malfunctioned.

How could they not
be swayed by that?

Because this was never
about the machine.

Or the surgery.

It's about
what happened after.

Robeson never violated any
physical standard of care.

But when he wasn't really
there for Erica,

he violated an emotional one.

They need to emotionally connect
with him, or he's done.

And Aphrodite is the
most influential juror.

So we're gonna turn her.

Here's everything
we have on her.

Happily married,
multiple awards in her field...

Weekly advice column:

"Gladys Gets Intimate."

Mm.

Here's her latest post.

"Who is the
Sexiest Man Alive?

The One Who Knows He
Can't Fix Everything."

Do men really try
to fix every...

Yes. You do.

Aphrodite needs
to hear a man say

he can't fix everything,
so we're putting Robeson

on the stand.

Wh...?
You kidding me?

He'll never admit to
something he can't do.

It's true. You said
it yourself, Bull.

When it comes to surgery,
Terry thinks he's infallible.

Nobody could make him
say otherwise.

Oh, I know someone who could.

Me?

You went toe-to-toe with him
and you struck a nerve.

And now, Benny,

now I want you to go
for his jugular.

Sorry. Uh, Terry.

What? So I'm
testifying after all?

Do you remember
when you invited me

to an operating theatre

to watch a man get a high-tech
pacemaker surgically installed?

Yeah. You threw up.

Twice. It wasn't until you
kissed me on the walk home

that I realized that was
our first date.

I'm just glad
I brought breath mints.

What does this have to do
with me taking the stand?

Listen.

That was the worst idea
for a first date ever.

You knew you screwed
the whole thing up.

The man who, on
our second date,

asked me to come with him
to change his car tires,

and wore corduroy shorts

and a stained NASA
jersey that said,

"Failure Is Not An Option."

Well, that was the day
I fell for you.

You were just so easy
to spend time with.

You made me laugh.

Likewise, believe me.

That jury has only seen
Dr. Robeson, the surgeon.

They need to see
Terry the endearing.

That's the man
I fell for.

That's the man
they need to see.

Would you say you followed
all reasonable protocols

and standards?

No. I exceeded them.

But expert witnesses said that
your actions fell below

a reasonable standard of care.

They were wrong.

I... I believe you.

But I don't think
that they do.

Why do you think that is?

You'd have to ask them.

I can't.

I'm asking you.

You cut up an innocent woman.

I didn't cut her up.

I performed an operation...

An operation she didn't ask for.

Now she can't have kids.

She couldn't have children
before the surgery

because of the fibroids.

So that gives you permission
to mangle a young woman's body?

I didn't man...

I saved her life.

Then why don't they believe you?

Well, I can't force them

to believe me.

So, so let me get this straight.

You're asking them to somehow

get inside your head
during the operation?

I don't want them
inside my head.

Wh-wh-why? Because
you're such a private man?

Because you're so brilliant
they won't understand?

No, because it's overwhelming!

Do you want to know
what's going on

inside my head
in the O.R. that day?

Blood pressure 100/65,
normal but dropping.

Watch for 70 over 45.

Heart rhythm irregular--
common under anesthesia.

Incising first fibroid,
tissue firmer than expected.

Adjust angle;
oxygen, a bit too high,

may need pulse oximeter
to verify.

And that's just
the first ten seconds.

That all sounds
very technical.

Well, there are a dozen more
decisions to be made

every second after that.

Decisions that call on every
ounce of my education,

my expertise, my judgment.

Decisions that threaten life,
alter life, save life.

Decisions that none of you
are qualified to make,

none of you want to make.

You make a lot of friends
at Harvard?

I went to Harvard
because I wanted

to be a great
surgeon, and I am.

I just can't do anything else.

This... flood of information
makes me excellent at what I do.

I see flaws,
I diagnose them.

I attack them
and I fix them.

In the O.R.,
I know exactly what to do,

whom to have on my team,
when and where to cut and sew.

But outside...

...that information fails me.

I don't know how
to be around people.

How to prep a patient,

to console her through
a devastating loss...

What to say to the woman
I loved....

...to make her stay.

Isn't it enough that I was born

to do one thing well?

If you're carried

into that hospital,
clinging to life...

...you may want a doctor
who's kind.

Who knows just what to say
to put your heart at ease.

You may want a friend.

But given that choice,

how many of us would want
a kind, sympathetic friend

over Dr. Robeson?

He saved Erica's life.

And if, God forbid,
you need it,

he will save yours.

He just won't know how to
talk to you after he does.

Excuse me, Erica.

You're with the defense.

I'm not supposed
to talk to you.

Well, the jury's deliberating.
It's out of our hands now.

This thing with Atticus isn't.

Was there really
a software glitch?

I believe there was.

And if you want to go after
them, I'll help you prove it.

Excuse me.

I'm really sorry
for what happened.

And-and I know
it's not my place,

or any consolation...

but I was adopted.

Not a day goes by
that I don't thank my parents

for giving me a home.

There are a lot of ways
to make a family.

All rise.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

have you reached a verdict?

We have.

We the jury

find the defendant,
Terrence Robeson,

not liable.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the court thanks you
for your service.

Court is adjourned.

Well done, Liberty.

Oh, Dr. Bull,
thank you.

Thank you.

So... what he said on the
stand... I never knew.

Well, he wanted to tell you.

The god is human after all.

Love him or hate him,
he has confidence enough

to follow his own compass.

And he doesn't let himself
get pushed around.

Neither do you.

Thanks.

You know, I realize the reasons
that he and I didn't work

are the reasons
that you and I do.

I can spend my days

with a brilliant, difficult man.

I just can't date him.

Well, you're better off.

So are you Dr. Bull.

To platonic love.