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If something edible
isn't put in front of me

in the next three minutes,
I am not responsible

for what I might do.

Don't anybody shoot Benny
with a tranq gun.

I just buzzed 'em in.
Food's on its way up.

Ugh, food!

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, hey, Simon.

You finally come back to say good-bye?

Hey, Simple Simon,

stop ogling over the help
and bring me over my grub.

How have you been, Simon?

Uh, good. You know?

Just workin'.

Uh, I'm in a bit of a hurry, actually,

so...

I'll walk you out.

Quite a career path he's on.

From trial science technician
to bike messenger.

Well, that was weird.

You know what's weird?

A guy working somewhere for four months

and then suddenly just not showing up.

You know what else is weird?

Uh, somebody dating somebody

and then, all of a sudden, they're gone.

They've moved.

Changed their number.

Don't show up for work.

E-mails bounce back.

I'm sorry.

I hope you weren't worried.

Following people online

when they don't want to be followed,

that's what I do.

Three and a half weeks
is kind of a long time

to not text somebody that you care about.

I know I-I owe you an explanation,

but... I'm trying to get
this $30 bonus and, uh...

$30.

Cool. Well, don't let me waste
another second of your time.

You can just have a nice life, Simon.

By the way, you look like hell.

Your eyes are bloodshot,
and your hands are shaking.

Whatever you're doing, really...

keep it up.

I'm sorry, Cable.

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Happy birthday.

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$10,000

for Hamilton tickets, day of,

fourth row center, from a scalper.

It's an absolutely justifiable
business expense.

I had to pay off the court clerk.

Bull, I seriously doubt
the IRS will agree

that illegal bribes are deductible.

Marissa, if I don't have a list
of the 75 potential jurors

that make up the jury pool
at least a couple days

before I walk into that courtroom,

then all of those people
on the other side of that door

can't research them
and help me figure out

if I want them or not.

And since jury lists
are not supposed to be shared

- with either side,
- Exactly.

The only way that I can do

my job is to have that list.

Otherwise, I'm just guessing.

And any fool can guess.

- Come in!
- Bad time?

No. No, no. Perfect time.

How was the memorial service?

Uh, I-I don't know.

I don't have anything to compare it to.

I've never had a friend die before.

Is there any way
I could talk to you alone?

I know you didn't know Simon very well.

Cable,

a lot of assistants come through here.

- It's no excuse.
- You know, the only reason

he left here is because
he couldn't do nine-to-five.

Everything had to be
his choice, all the time.

When to wake up, what to do.

Anyway, I'm sure somebody told you,

but he started working
as a bike messenger.

It was kind of invented for him,

because he could just text
when he felt like working.

And the other thing
he started to do, actually,

about a year ago,
while he was working here,

was working as a guinea pig
for pharmaceutical companies,

testing new drugs.

They pay a lot of money.

And all he had to do was remember

to take one or two pills a day.

I know you really cared for him...

I was talking to some of his friends.

It turns out he was doing
a trial for this company

called Dep Pharmaceutical,

testing this new kind of
antidepressant called Eutaline.

The people that know Simon,

they say it was the drug that
caused Simon to kill himself.

- Cable, when people are grieving...
- They say

- he completely changed on it.
- Even so,

- it doesn't mean it made him suicidal.
- That man

loved life. He didn't drink, he
didn't smoke, he loved the gym.

But he took pills for money.

Look, his parents want to sue.

And I told them I'd help.

And I told them
I'd ask you if you'd help.

They want money?

They want answers.

And they want to make sure
this drug never gets to market.

And, yes, I'm sure they want money, too.

Hmm.

Let me call Dep Pharmaceutical,

see if I can't put a meeting
on the books for Benny and me.

Nice of you to do this.

Represent someone I don't remember

on a matter I know almost nothing about

to make his parents, whom
I've never met, feel better?

- Yeah, I'm a peach.
-

I sense our meeting is about to begin.

Dr. Bull, you have no idea

what a treat it is for me to meet you.

And Benjamin Colón, former ADA.

For New York County and
in-house counsel for TAC.

My name is Arti Cander.

Please, have a seat.

So you know why we're here?

Absolutely.

Our cofounder and CEO, Tessa Snyder,

is beside herself about this.

You know, any time anyone who is part

of the Dep family passes,

no matter how minor their role
in the company might be,

it-it saddens all of us.

You do understand we believe
there's a relationship

between Mr. Jones' death

and the antidepressant
he was testing for Dep.

Really? I was, uh, under the impression

- that he fell off a roof.
- Mm.

Jumped.

Well, this is the first I've heard

of any suicidal ideation
in relationship to this drug.

Um, have you gentlemen...

have you gentlemen done your homework?

You know, if this side effect
was even on our radar,

we wouldn't be doing human trials.

Um, FDA would simply not hear of it.

Now, what can I do for you?

You can shoot off a flare

and let everybody at the...

Dep family

know that we're not gonna
take you at your word

that the new happy pill
you're getting ready to inflict

on the general public doesn't, in fact,

make people want to shut off
the lights and call it a day.

If you're looking for a settlement...

Oh, no. Thank you, Ms. Cander.

Quite the name, by the way.

Nothing like a little irony
on your driver's license

to keep your mood in check.

Says the man named Bull.

- Mm.
- Let me save you some time,

Arti, Simon's family is not gonna settle,

and there's no amount of money

that's gonna convince them otherwise.

Oh, my.

The famous Dr. Jason Bull,

expert reader of human behavior,
just misread me.

We have no interest in settling.

None.

We're very happy to prove
in a court of law

that this drug is perfectly safe.

It may not be safe.

- A man died while taking it.
- Ah.

So you say.

Then court it shall be.

Excellent.

I assume you're general counsel
for Dep Pharmaceutical.

Can I trouble you for a card?

I'm sorry to disappoint you, Dr. Bull,

but I'm not general counsel for Dep.

Then to whom have I been speaking?

I work for Tessa Snyder.

I'm her you.

Excuse me?

I'm a trial scientist, Dr. Bull.

And I very much look forward
to seeing you in court.

Please, feel free to let yourselves out.

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

Hey.

You gonna be joining us?

No. Go ahead without me.

The big news is

Dep Pharmaceutical is downright
anxious to go to court.

Which leads me to believe
that they have rock solid

information on Simon

that they believe clears
them of any culpability.

Cable?

I'm digging, but, honestly,

I don't think there's any "there" there.

I knew Simon. We all did.

Wh-What about the company itself?

This is Tessa Snyder,

the company CEO.

A competitor once described her
as "a burning hot pepper

disguised as an ice cream sundae ""

Wow. Can't wait to meet her.

Danny? Well, I'm trying to get a list

of the other participants in the study.

And, believe it or not,
I may have a lead.

Okay.

Well, I guess we'll wait
to hear from the big guy

about voir dire.

What's he doing in there?

It's not what.

It's who.

Wait a second! Isn't that London's

Arti Cander?

Is there nothing she can't do?

Graduated with honors from
Oxford, then moved to D.C.

to became a lobbyist
in the candy industry.

Tough job. No one likes candy.

And then decided to start all over again

and enter the trial science business.

Mm. Someone figured out how to Google.

You left out the part

where I spent three years at Georgetown

studying law and human behavior.

Oh, and you.

I forgot to mention this
the other day, but

I firmly do believe that you are one

of the two best at what you do.

Wait. Is this the part where

I'm supposed to say,
"But who's the other""

Oh, you don't have to say it...
just as long as you think it.

So is it true you don't
use mirror jurors?

Yeah, I've never really seen the point.

It's an extrapolation once removed.

Then how do you know what
the jurors are thinking?

I read them... all by myself.

You should try it sometime.

Oh, I wouldn't know where to begin.

Perhaps after I've had
the opportunity to study you.

Sorry. We're not taking
any new students at the moment.

I'll see you in court, Dr. Bull.

There he is.

Dr. Jason Bull, this is Mr.
and Mrs. Jones, Simon's parents.

Thank you for doing this, Dr. Bull.

Well, we haven't done anything
yet, but you're very welcome.

Do you mind if I steal
Mr. Colón for a moment?

Excuse me.

I am totally in the dark about
our approach to voir dire.

That would make two of us, Bull.

Is it as simple as finding people

who feel anger towards
the pharmaceutical companies?

'Cause there are plenty of those.

I wish. No.

Just because people are mad at a company

or even an entire industry doesn't mean

they're gonna side with us.

Shared experience does not equal empathy.

In fact, a lot of times,
it's just the opposite.

It's called the empathy gap.

I worry that they are gonna
see Simon as someone

who willingly signed up
for a risky job in an industry

famous for its greed and arrogance,

and should have known better.

Mm-hmm. So, what are we looking for?

Perversely, I am thinking

of going after jurors who
trust powerful corporations.

Now I'm confused.

I would've thought that's
exactly who we don't want.

Think about it.

Who better to understand
what happened to Simon

than someone who takes
big companies at their word.

We'll tell them a story about a young man

who trusted the people he worked for,

never questioning their intentions

or their honesty till it was too late.

And hopefully, we'll shock 'em
into siding with us.

Mm. Well,

at the very least,
she'll never see it coming.

Eddie Dunn, 33 years old.

He is a toy wholesaler, so,

he depends on big manufacturers
for his livelihood.

He is the poster boy
for the kind of juror they think

they want and think we don't.

Excellent. This should be fun.

Say you buy a product...

sandwich bags... you get them home,

but none of the zippers work.

What do you do? Do you drive

all the way back to the store

and make them exchange
it for another box?

Do you, uh, write to the manufacturer?

Or do you just

shrug it off, throw the box
away and get on with your life?

Me? I'd go back to the store.

- Because?
- Any reputable store is gonna want

to make good on that purchase.

And so is the manufacturer, by the way.

There's nothing to be gained
by angering a customer.

This juror's acceptable to the defense.

He's good, but Bull's gonna strike him.

Does the plaintiff wish
to question this juror?

This juror is acceptable to
the plaintiff, too, Your Honor.

Thank you.

If you have a choice, do you
prefer store brand products,

or name brand products?

Most of the time, store brand.

Any particular reason why?

Bears don't use toilet paper.

And mermaids don't drink coffee.

I'm not paying for the trademark.

I'm paying for the product.

- That's very clever.
- Mm-hmm.

Move to strike, Your Honor.

How do you feel about drug companies?

I wish their drugs cost less.

But then... I wish everything cost less.

Hear, hear.

But notwithstanding price,

how do you feel about drug companies?

I mean, do you use
prescription drugs at all?

I have a couple of prescriptions, yes.

And do they do
what they're supposed to do?

Help you with the things you

- need them to help with?
- Yes.

Would you miss them
if you didn't have them?

Couldn't get them?

Yes, definitely.

So back to my first question,

how do you feel about drug companies?

I guess I'm kind of grateful for them.

She's great.

This juror is acceptable to the defense.

And to the plaintiff, Your Honor.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a jury.

The rest of you are dismissed.

Thank you for your time.

Well, that was easy.

What are you trying to pull?

What are you talking about?

You mean the jurors?

Great minds think alike.

You look puzzled.

Can't you read me?

I'd just like to understand. That's all.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We're not taking new
students at the moment.

See you in court, Ms. Cander.

Cable.

- Cable!
-

So what did you discover working

the graveyard shift?

Bunch of stuff.

A complete record of every
delivery Simon ever made

for Rush City Courier.

And Danny e-mailed me that she
might've found another subject

in Simon's trial, and last but not least,

my very big score...
an old friend of Simon's.

And this friend is relevant why?

I don't know. It's really a long shot.

But the funny thing is, I didn't
even find him on the Internet.

I dug up his application
from when he worked here,

and under emergency contact,
he put this guy.

His name is Tom Greaver.

Never mentioned him to me

the whole time we knew each other, but

put someone as your emergency contact,

they've got to know a lot about you.

Hmm. You should come to court.

We're there because of you.

Simon and I

were incredibly close.

We spoke twice a week...
Mondays and Thursdays.

He always called me.

7:30 at night.

You could set your clock by it.

And then one Thursday, um,

a little over two months ago,
my phone didn't ring,

so I worried.

And finally,

despite my better judgment, I called him.

Did he answer?

Yes and no.

How do you mean?

It was Simon, but it wasn't my Simon.

He just sounded different.

Muted.

Like some part of him had disappeared

or... been put away.

And did you know at this point

that he had started the Dep
drug trial three days earlier?

No.

I just knew something was different.

And not for the better.

Your witness.

Earth to TAC.

Tell me what you see.

Well, because of the strategy

you're using of starting with jurors

who are predisposed
to trust big companies,

you're at a disadvantage
coming out of the box.

You began the morning with ten red jurors

and only two green ones.

And that hasn't changed.

But she doesn't know that.

You mean Arti? How could she?

Our condolences, Mrs. Jones.

You said your son seemed, uh,

different that day.

- He did.
- Did he mention

to you that he had quit his job?

No, he did not.

Did he mention to you
that he decided instead

to become a bike messenger?

No, he did not.

And you've already testified
that he hadn't confided in you

that he was participating
in a drug trial.

So isn't it a bit... disingenuous

to talk about how close you were?

And couldn't it be that the reason

he sounded... what word
did you use?... muted was because

he was keeping so many secrets from you?

Objection!

The counselor has asked
two questions in a row

without letting the witness answer.

Sustained.

Mr. Hansen, if you could
please ask one question

and wait for the witness to answer.

Mrs. Jones, do you have any education

or certification or training of any kind

that allows you to hypothesize

from hearing someone's voice on the phone

whether they have been affected
in any way

by a medication they might have taken?

No, I do not.

No further questions.

There is so little movement
here, I'm starting to wonder

if we're having a systems failure.

I'm trying to put a good face
on this, but you're not helping.

Kevin? Kevin Wright?

Hi. Um, can I ask you some questions

about a clinical trial
you participated in?

You were in the Dep Pharmaceutical

antidepressant trial, yeah?

That was supposed to be confidential.

It's not something I'm really anxious

for people to know about.

I'm sorry if I startled you.

It's just...

one of the other participants,
Simon Jones, died.

Committed suicide, actually.

I'm just trying
to figure out what happened.

Did you know each other well?

Uh, we never really hung
out or anything, but...

we ended up in a lot of the same trials.

Once you do one, and
you see how easy it is,

how much money they pay...

We were both what they
call healthy volunteers,

and there was a big
demand for that, so...

I'm sorry. Uh, my head is spinning.

It's a shock.

Well, forgive me.
What's a healthy volunteer?

Uh, people who don't have the illness

the drug is being tested for.

Got it.

Well, last question.

Why did you drop out of the study?

When I'm not working at the gym,

I'm training for marathons.

I try to do six to eight miles a day.

Been doing it for years.

But a couple of days after
I started the Dep trial, I...

I don't know. I...

I started having these feelings
of... dread.

I was supposed to fly to Chicago
for a friend's wedding.

Couldn't get on the plane.

Became convinced that it was gonna crash.

And that same weekend... I think
it was Saturday morning...

I couldn't get out of bed.

Just skipped training
altogether, and I never do that.

But then the next day, Sunday,

I'm running across Brooklyn Bridge,

and I'm staring down at the water,

and the next thing I know, I stop

and I'm figuring out
how to get over the rail

and onto the crossbeam so I can jump,

because that's what my body wants to do.

It wants to fall.

It wants to be in the water.

It wants to never come back up.

But I stopped myself. I...

sat down there right on the bridge,

tried to breathe.

Called my parents.

I didn't want to die,

but my mind was telling me to let go.

There's nothing scarier
than realizing your brain

is plotting against you.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Ah, things are looking up.

Two of theirs just became two of ours.

Does the defense have any
questions for the witness?

Morning, sir.

Do you recognize this document?

I-I do.

It's a consent form I signed

to participate in the
Dep Pharmaceutical trial.

And, uh, is this your signature

at the bottom of it?

It is.

And, uh, can you tell us the purpose

of the mandatory washout period?

It's mentioned in the
third paragraph there.

It's, uh, the period of time
between drug trials.

It's something the companies insist on.

It exists to make sure
their drugs don't interact

with someone else's drugs
from an earlier trial.

I think we've just been "Candered."

And on this form you signed,

how long is the specified washout period?

It specifies 30 days.

30 days.

And what were you doing 27 days

before you started the
Dep Pharmaceutical trial?

Remember, you are under oath.

Well, I was doing a lot of things.

But, uh, one of them was,
I was finishing up

the Manhattan Hill Medical
painkiller trial.

Last day, last dose.

And do you happen to know if Simon Jones

was in that trial as well?

Um, yes, he was.

What drug trial are they talking about?

Where are they getting this

and why don't we have it?

Is 27 days the same thing as 30 days?

- Of course not.
- Then how do you know

it wasn't the interaction
of the painkiller

with the antidepressant that caused

the suicidal ideation
the two of you experienced?

Because... I know.

Look, we've done so many of these things.

And it's... everyone does it.

No further questions.

I don't understand.
You interviewed Kevin.

Yeah.

Obviously he didn't tell me
that he and Simon

weren't living up to their consent

- form agreements.
- Well.

And there was no way of knowing
about the other drug trial.

Drug trials in the research
stages of pre-FDA approval

don't need to be reported.

- Well, Dep knew about it.
- No.

My guess is, Manhattan Hill
Medical tipped them off.

These drug companies
are fiercely competitive,

but they don't like the idea
of being taken to the cleaners

by some guinea pig that
they use to pay chump change

to test their new products.

Where are we with the jurors?

Ten against us, two for us.

There's no movement at all?

Sometimes it goes to 11 against us.

How about that
emergency contact guy? Tom?

Tom Greaver. I can't find him.

Nor can I.

He's virtually invisible online.

What about tracking down other
participants in Simon's trial?

We're all trying.

Okay. Who is, uh, our
next witness, counselor?

We, uh, really don't have one.

Terrific.

Tomorrow morning when we rest
our non-case,

the only mystery will be,

is the defense gonna have
a field day toying with us,

or will they be humane and ask
for an immediate dismissal?

I'm sorry, Dr. Bull.

I never should have come
to you with this.

Well, that's why I normally
make it a point

not to work on behalf
of immature slackers

who quit without notice,

lie without giving it a second thought,

and jump off rooftops without any regard

for the people they leave behind.

But that's just me.

He's busy.

Pretty, uh...

Pretty savage out there, huh?

I don't like to lose.

The case or the girl?

Oh, please.

No. You didn't do us
any favors with the jury.

Only people who trust
corporations? That...

That is a hell of a mountain to climb

when you're trying to prove
corporate malfeasance.

And don't try to tell me
it wasn't for that girl.

"I'm Dr. Bull. Here...

"I'll give you the jurors that you want,

and I'll still beat you, right?"

You happy now?

You rode to the rescue and reminded me

there's plenty of blame to go around.

Benny the hero.

Now leave me alone.

I'm preparing for tomorrow.

Mr. Hansen, call your first witness.

The defense would like

to call Tom Greaver to the stand.

How the hell did they find him?

The more important question is... why?

We met in college.

Liked all the same stuff...

drinking beers, listening to music.

Drinking beers?

You know, on Simon's consent form,

he said that he doesn't drink.

Well, this was a long time ago.

We were 18.

I'm pretty sure he was telling the truth.

In fact, I'm certain of it.

And what makes you so certain?

Did something happen?

Yeah.

Around the same time, freshman year,

Simon OD'd on heroin.

Oh, my God.

No.

Happened at my house.

He came home with me one weekend.

My mom was an emergency room nurse

and she saved him by giving him Narcan.

No one ever knew.

There was no record.

I know his parents never knew.

After that...

...he just went completely sober.

No drugs, no alcohol, no nothing.

You think the overdose was intentional?

Objection. Counselor calling
for speculation.

I'll withdraw the question.

Yeah, but he can't withdraw
the inference.

She's good, damn it.

She's killing us.

She is representing her client
like a pit bull,

and she's not gonna let a pesky thing

like the truth stand in her way.

Bull, I'm sorry to interrupt,

but we just went to 12 red jurors.

Yes! Yes, I got it.

I got it.

Tell them to request a recess, a break.

I found him.

I found Tom Greaver.

He changed his name.

So we misdirect here, then we...

Cable.

Thank you for these.

I'm really glad you came.

Yeah.

Hope it makes a difference.

Oh, I think it might.

I'm glad you came, too.

And if I was harsh last night...

Oh, you were.

But we've been together a while,

so I know it's only because you care.

I hate to lose.

Let's go with yours.

That was, uh...

quite a fascinating story you told

about your friend Simon
just before we adjourned.

It wasn't a story.

I didn't mean to imply anything,
Mr. Greaver.

But I am curious.

Your mom kept Narcan at home?

Well, like I said, she was
an emergency room nurse.

Still...

was she anticipating your best
friend suffering an overdose

or was she just the best
prepared mom on the block?

Objection. Calls for speculation,

and counselor's tone is provocative.

I'll withdraw the question.

Now, if I wanted

to corroborate this story,
who can I speak to?

Say, your mom, or...?

Unfortunately, she passed four years ago.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

Okay. All right. So-so-so let's review.

Your mother's no longer with us.

Simon is no longer with us.

Really, the only person
that we can rely on

regarding the truthfulness
of the story is-is you.

Isn't that correct?

Yeah. I suppose that's true.

The only reason I mention it, is...

we can't find any history
whatsoever on Simon,

with regard to drug use.

None.

But there is quite a dossier
on a fellow named Tom Belmond,

who went to college with you and Simon.

Arrests for, uh, possession.

Arrests for sales of narcotics.

Three hospitalizations

for overdoses, and then,

ultimately, of course, expulsion.

What's that sound?

Is that the sound of jurors
starting to move?

Do you happen to know a Tom Belmond?

I'm-I'm sorry.

I-I didn't hear your response.

You ever hear of a Tom Belmond?

I see, you're-you're having
trouble with this.

Okay. All right. I-I'll make it
a little easier for you.

Aren't you Tom Belmond?

Objection. Is the attorney
asking questions

or making third party pronouncements?

Sustained.

Ask a question, counselor.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

You just got back your two
jurors from yesterday.

- I feel the wind shifting.
- Didn't you change your name

from Tom Belmond
to Tom Greaver precisely,

so you can avoid having to mention

your arrest history,
your history with drugs,

while seeking employment and housing...

I wanted a fresh start, okay?

I made a lot of mistakes as a kid, but...

One more just came over.

- We are now at nine red and three green.
- And isn't it true

your mother smuggled Narcan
out of the emergency room,

not because she was worried about Simon,

who had no interest in drugs,

but because she was terrified

that her own son might overdose one day?

- Objection.
- And the story

about Simon Jones
attempting to commit suicide

eight years ago with heroin
was just that.

- It was just a story, right?
- Objection.

Again, these are pronouncements,
not questions, Your Honor.

One more green light.

They've got eight, and we've got four.

Now the fun really begins.

Well, then, here's the question:
how much did Dep pay you

to take the stand
and perjure yourself today,

Mr. Greaver or Mr. Belmond,

- or whoever you say you are?!
- Objection,

- Your Honor.
- Sustained.

No problem, Your Honor.

Question withdrawn.

I think I'd rather not know.

No further questions, please.

How's that for an inference?

Now we've got five,

and they've got seven.

Nice work.

Court will resume tomorrow morning.

Read any good jurors lately?

Well, yes, I have.

And I suspect that you have, too.

But we both know that I'm reading

more good jurors than you are, Dr. Bull,

so stop trying to play with me.

Although, I suspect

that at some point,
we might get to that, too.

Hi. Sorry to bother you.

I'm looking for Edgar Paulson?

Mr. Paulson's name

is on a list of people who participated

in a drug trial that we're investigating.

It took me a while to track him down.

Is there any way I could speak to him?

I'm sorry. Uh, Mr. Paulson's
no longer with us.

Is there any way you could share
a forwarding address?

Some way to contact him?

Mr. Paulson hung himself

about three and a half weeks ago.

I'm so sorry.

I had no idea.

I actually checked
all the names on this list

for deaths and hospitalizations.

I don't know how that got past me.

I'm sure it'll show up shortly.

The woman who took care of him,

she struck me as very thorough.

A woman?

Well, someone he worked with. Or for.

She would stop by here.

Make sure he took his medicine.

Gave him money occasionally.

She stopped by to see him
the morning we found him.

She was terribly upset.

Took care of all the details.

Even paid for his cremation.

Would you happen to have
her name? This woman?

My name is Tessa Snyder.

I am Chief Executive Officer
for Dep Pharmaceutical.

Have been for about three years now.

And can you tell the jury

what we're doing here today?

And by that I mean
we all know drug companies

face legal actions like this
all the time.

Usually they're settled out of court.

But why did you, a young CEO,
choose to fight this out

- in a public forum?
- Nice move.

She's turning the very fact
that we're suing her client

into a laudable thing
in the eyes of the jury.

I may steal that.

One, this company
has an unblemished record

with regard to drug and testing safety.

And two, this new drug...

the first created under my leadership...

is truly a pharmaceutical miracle

for people who suffer from depression.

I welcomed the opportunity
to tell the court,

the jury, the world, about it.

And can you tell the jury

why you conduct

these clinical trials?

Well, the first thing you need to know

is I got into this business to help ease

human suffering.

I mention that

because I need you to know
how deeply sorry I am

for the Jones family's loss.

Excellent segue. Nicely written.

Nicely performed.

Having said that,

we did nothing wrong.

Simon was screened.

The fact that he was not
completely truthful

is not something we can control.

Just so you know,

our mirror jury is loving her.

How can you not?

And while we need to do better

to ferret out the liars,

we can't let it stop our work.

These clinical trials
exist for the greater good.

Without them,

there wouldn't be medical
innovations and discoveries,

new cures for everything

from reproductive health to cancer.

Something's going on.

She's targeting juror three. Why?

Well, she's one of our greens,
and she just went red.

Her friend recently passed from cancer.

Wow. This woman will do anything to win.

Reminds me of me.

Good morning, Ms. Snyder.

Isn't it true
that one of the major problems

these clinical trials face
is recruiting subjects?

I mean... I can't believe
that there's lots of people

who are willing to put
untested drugs into their bodies

for whatever you're willing to pay them.

Well, it's certainly a lot easier

to find subjects who suffer
from whatever condition

we're trying to target.

Yes.

It can be incredibly difficult

finding healthy volunteers.

Truly healthy volunteers.

And yet, until this
drug, until this lawsuit,

your company had a rare spotless record.

None of the healthy volunteers

in the 50 so years

that the company
has been in existence ever...

filed a claim or sought a settlement.

Is that why you decided
to hide the other suicide

amongst the ten healthy volunteers?

I love that sound.

Me, too.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Well, does the name
Edgar Paulson ring a bell?

Edgar Paulson?

A 62-year-old homeless man

with dubious mental acuity

who, up until the point
that he hung himself,

was living at the Light
Mission Homeless Shelter?

Is that Dep Pharmaceutical's idea

of a healthy volunteer?

Things are looking
greener and greener over here.

I think you're mistaken.

Mr. Paulson was in absolutely fine...

physical and mental shape.

He had fallen on hard times financially,

and that had taken a toll
on his disposition.

But from a purely clinical standpoint,

Mr. Paulson was an ideal subject.

Additionally, he finished
the trial successfully.

Anything that may
have befallen him after that...

Six days after that?

Again, Mr. Paulson

suffered from crushing
financial problems.

I can only speculate that that
may be why he took his own life.

- There's no causation there.
- Ah.

I guess we'll never know,
will we, Ms. Snyder?

Since you conveniently paid
for the body to be cremated.

Objection.

Relevance.

Doesn't get more relevant than that.

But please ask the witness a question

as opposed to simply making a statement.

Yes. Ms. Snyder,

did you or did you not

arrange for the cremation
of Mr. Edgar Paulson

once you realized he had killed himself

after a one month course
of your new drug?

Ms. Snyder?

Three...

two...

...one.

Your Honor, would it be possible
to ask for a brief recess

so the sides could meet privately

for a short discussion?

Can you say "settlement"?

This court will take a 90 minute recess.

Oh.

There you are.

- Here I am.
- Oh.

- Miss?
- Uh, your oldest Scotch. Neat.

And a glass of water, please.

- Okay.
-

You read my mind.

But, then again, that's what you do.

And you do it very well, by the way.

I, uh...

I need you to know something.

I didn't bribe that friend of Simon's.

I'm not saying

that I didn't sense that
something might be afoot, but...

I need you to know something.

In the same way you inferred,
without saying as much,

that Simon attempted suicide
with heroin...

even though I strongly suspect
that's not what happened...

Benny and I

decided to infer a little something

that we had no way of knowing was true.

Maybe someone bribed him.

Maybe someone didn't.

We took a shot.

Thank you.

Great minds.

Here's to seeing you again.

Knowing better next time.

I already rue the day.

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