Bull (2016) s02e22 Episode Script
Death Sentence
1 - Previously on Bull - When we hear that one of our federal employees and his family have been a victim of arson, rape and murder, we like to stick our nose in.
You, silver Explorer.
They haven't mentioned it in the news reports, but Elliott is mute.
The government wants to execute you, and I would like to make sure that doesn't happen.
I think that you're in the middle of some kind of crisis.
Getting arrested, drinking too much, taking a death penalty case 'cause a guy gave you a handkerchief.
I haven't had a drink in 33 hours.
Seems like you're coming apart.
I'm fine.
You know what? You're not.
Izzy's getting remarried.
Oh, my goodness.
Can I tell you something? I don't think you're good alone, Jason.
Professor Jameson, you failed me.
Is it just that I work for a trial scientist? I know he's innocent.
No, you don't.
- Did you do it? - You, you, you think he's innocent.
That's not the same thing, and more importantly, you don't know how to prove he's innocent.
Sorry to let everybody down.
But I think I need a drink.
Hey, Izzy.
There's a guy at the door for you.
They told me Be sensible With your new love Don't be fooled Thinking this is the last you'll find Don't do this.
No.
Don't you do this.
You can't just show up here at the last minute, and just expect me to And drive me slowly out of my mind - Kiss me - Kiss me - Kiss me, and when you do - Kiss me I know that you will miss me - Miss me - Miss me If we ever say "adieu" So kiss me Kiss me Make me tell you I'm in love with you Ah, ah, ah, ah Kiss me - Kiss me - Kiss me You were right.
I'm no good alone.
- Miss me - Miss me If we ever say "adieu" So kiss me.
It is 6:45 in the morning.
Time for all good trial scientists to get up and at 'em so they can hear the verdict read this morning.
Thank you.
I, uh, I have no recollection of calling you and asking you to bring me a new suit.
It was at 3:17 this morning.
I remember it vividly.
Aha.
Here's the thing, I know I've let you down.
Some of the things, the behavioral things we discussed, things I did I actually did get a handle on them there for a couple of days.
I'm sorry, Marissa.
Will the defendant please rise? Has the jury reached a verdict? We have, Your Honor.
We, the jury, find the defendant, Elliot Miles guilty on two counts of capital murder.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
When I was in college, I had to take Psych 100.
And one day the professor started to teach us about codependency.
And I was just amazed.
I mean, I was adopted.
And frankly, I had never depended on anybody for anything in my whole life, so the idea that I could be codependent sounded fabulous.
That someone could derive their happiness by being consumed with mine that sounded like nirvana.
It never occurred to me that I would be the one being consumed with someone else's happiness.
Where the hell is everybody? It's a Tuesday.
I gave everybody a couple days off.
I couldn't stand the way they were looking at me.
Sounds like a fun place to work.
FBI got a package in the mail.
Potentially exculpatory evidence.
I thought I'd share it with you personally.
Matt Johnson's class ring.
Engraved with his initials and everything.
Must have come from the crime scene.
Came with a gift card.
"You got the wrong guy.
" Well, maybe you did get the wrong guy, I mean.
Let's not get carried away here.
Elliot could have sent it himself.
- From jail? - He could have had anybody do it, knowing it would disrupt the case.
A last-ditch effort to save his own life.
Or here's a crazy thought: the person who sent this to you knows who the real killer is, and doesn't want to see an innocent man die for something he didn't do.
Actually, I'd like to talk with your client, maybe even discuss a possible deal.
Frankly, we believe this ring came from someone tied to you.
An accomplice, and I'm very interested in seeing that person brought to justice, which is why I'm prepared to offer you a deal.
You give me that person's name, and I will once again offer to take the death penalty off the table.
Guarantee you life in prison.
"There is no name.
I didn't kill those people.
" Do you want the deal, Elliot? How can he take the deal?! He doesn't have a name to offer.
Who keeps a ring like that? A piece of evidence, leads directly back to the victim.
Has his name inscribed on it, for God's sakes.
It's reckless the kind of thing that gets you caught.
I don't know.
What if it was a souvenir? What do you mean? What if it was all planned from the start? You rape, you kill, you set a fire you take some trophies.
What if we should be looking for a methodical, premeditating, calculating killer? A serial killer? What if he knew exactly how to set the fire.
Exactly how to restrain the victims.
And the ring showing up now? What if that's not an accident.
What if none of this ever was.
And whoever it was took it as a memento, a kind of keepsake.
Exactly.
A trophy from one of his kills.
And that is why he was wearing it the night he sold Elliot the car, flaunting it.
You think this was part of a pattern.
You think this person killed before.
I do, and will almost surely kill again.
There's just one thing that doesn't add up.
Why steal the car? It's a sloppy move.
And it doesn't fit the methodical, meticulous psychopath mentality.
Yeah, she's right.
The car is the most traceable piece of evidence back to the victims.
Well, hey, it got our guy caught.
I don't know the answer, but there's got to be a reason.
Okay, so I'm confused.
What is it we're doing? Where are we supposed to put our energies? Are we mounting a defense for the penalty phase of a trial which starts the day after tomorrow? Or are we launching an investigation to find a serial killer? Both.
Morning.
I need to prepare you for what's to come.
Tomorrow, you are gonna walk into a room full of people who've already made up their minds about you.
I know it makes no sense, but I need you to show remorse for something you did not do.
Look at me.
Look, look at me.
We have one goal, and one goal only, and that is to avoid your execution.
The truth is that we may be dealing with this verdict for years to come, but it's gonna be a hell of a lot easier if we don't have the ticking clock of a death sentence.
Oh.
How do they do what? Kill you.
Poor kid.
His record is absolutely clean.
Never been arrested.
Never had a problem with authorities.
Not so much as a ticket for jaywalking.
Anything I can do? I'm feeling kind of useless.
Useless? Marissa, you are the key to everything.
Shouldn't you be running some focus groups with our mirror jurors? It's a nice thought.
Only problem is the algorithm we use, isn't set up for penalty phase hearings.
Really? Why not? Well, think about it.
A typical trial is all about jurors gauging guilt or innocence, weighing the facts.
But this trial, it's all about emotion, if they sympathize with Elliot enough to spare his life.
And I have no way to measure that.
The algorithm won't translate.
- Mrs.
O'Neil? - Yes? I'm Danny James I'm a member of Elliot Mile" defense team.
Okay, so what can I do for you? The trial is over.
They found the man you're working for guilty.
Well, right now we're working on the penalty phase of the trial.
Just wondered if I could ask you a few more questions, just to make sure we have everything right.
Okay, but I don't get that.
Do you have any I.
D.
, any kind of credentials? Yeah.
Hold on.
Do you always wear glasses? Bifocals.
I'm supposed to.
Don't tell my optometrist.
Well, do you happen to remember the night of the murder, were you wearing them then? Mrs.
O'Neil, you said you saw Elliot Miles's face clearly enough to I.
D.
him.
Yes.
I did.
I saw him coming out of the Johnsons' house.
He looked right at me.
He was limping.
He got in their car and drove away.
Wait, limping? Actually, during the trial, you said he was running out the door.
Yes, okay, it was a figure of speech.
He was moving fast, as fast as he could, but there was something wrong with his leg, like he was injured or something.
But you didn't mention that on the stand.
Well, nobody asked.
Dr.
Bull? I need to talk to you about Molly O'Neil.
- What about her? - Well, I went and interviewed her yesterday, just grasping at straws.
And the thing is, she was wearing glasses.
Glasses that she didn't have on in court.
And she confessed to me that she didn't have them on when she supposedly saw Elliot, either.
Not earth-shattering, but certainly interesting.
Well, wait, it gets better.
I think I know why the killer had to steal the car that night.
Molly told me that when she saw the killer, he was limping.
Wait a second.
Elliot mentioned that, too.
Maybe our killer was injured.
- But injured how? - I don't know.
Maybe he fell down the stairs, maybe he got in a fight with the husband who cares? - The point is - It was never part of the plan.
Today's gonna be hard.
Friends and family of the Johnsons are gonna get up and talk about the devastation this has caused to their lives.
You remember how we talked about the appearance of remorse? This is what I was talking about.
Please.
Oh, Chunk.
Hey.
I need your help with something.
Just, uh, lined up a new witness, an expert in criminology.
Guy's testified in dozens of murder trials.
I need you to run him through his paces, make sure he sticks to what's relevant.
- All right.
Let me at him.
- Fair warning: he's very resistant to the idea of being prepped at all.
Okay.
When's he coming in? He's not.
He won't.
He only agreed to sit down for a couple of hours on the day of his testimony.
I'll arrange for you to do it in there.
- Okay? Got to get to court.
- All right, good luck.
My very first memory is of my mother, putting a Band-Aid on my elbow.
I don't remember how I hurt it.
All I remember is that when she kissed it, the pain disappeared.
The pain you've caused me will never disappear.
When you killed my parents, you broke my heart.
My dad taught me how to make lasagna and how to throw a football.
He would let me paint his nails with sparkly polish.
And I'll never be able to do that again.
I wish I had more than just these memories, but I don't.
When you did what you did when you burned down our house, you took everything.
Every picture, every birthday present, every single thing that tied me to them.
I'm afraid to fall asleep at night, 'cause all I ever dream about is my mom and dad burning in that fire.
My parents taught me that everyone deserves love and kindness.
Do you deserve my love and kindness? I don't think you do.
- What am I looking at? - It's a receipt for cigarettes.
The police found it in the back of the Johnsons' car.
Turns out it's from a store that Amy Johnson, one of the victims, shopped at on the day she died.
Probably why everyone overlooked it in the first place.
What do you mean? Overlooked it how? - You okay? - Yeah.
My hand fell asleep.
Whole damn arm, actually.
Doesn't your arm ever fall asleep? No.
You were saying? Well, the receipt can't belong to any of the victims.
Autopsy says neither Amy nor her husband smoked.
And because of his disability, neither does Elliot.
So it can't be his.
Wait a second.
So you're thinking the killer bought these cigarettes and then accidentally dropped the receipt in the car when he stole it? We know from the debris in the kitchen that Amy went to the store that day.
It's a block and a half from her house.
What if she walked to the store, and the killer saw her there and followed her home on foot? There's a time stamp on the receipt.
If the store has security cameras, maybe we use it to check the footage? This is great.
This is Get this to Danny.
And see if you can get everybody in here before I go to court.
Your identity is clearly wrapped up in your work, which means that it's inherently wrapped up in the man you work for.
I mean, basically, what you're telling me is that you can't be you without him.
Oh, I don't know.
He leads a messy life.
Someone has to help clean up.
Marissa Morgan you like it.
I think I've been playing this whole thing all wrong.
We keep thinking we have to respect the jury's decision.
Well, we don't.
And we're not going to.
You think it's hard sending a guilty man to the electric chair? Try sending an innocent one.
From now on, our job in that courtroom is to make every single one of those jurors doubt themselves.
Make them regret their decision.
Make them realize Elliot is an innocent man.
Wow.
The judge isn't gonna let us just call witnesses to the stand so we can re-adjudicate Elliot's guilt.
Well the witnesses will all be there, for legitimate reasons, but they may say some things that cast doubt on the verdict.
Isn't the prosecutor just going to object? Then we withdraw the question hopefully, after the witness has given his or her answer.
It's worth a try.
We know from our research that any information the jury hears, they take it into consideration.
Regardless of the judge's rulings on relevance.
Well, the criminologist I'm prepping has already been deemed relevant.
Maybe I can get him to skew his testimony toward the idea that the crime fits the profile of a psychopath.
I'd love to get that neighbor back on the stand.
Have her testify that she wasn't wearing her glasses, - that the man had a limp.
- That's a great idea.
We should all get down to the courthouse.
Chunk, your criminologist is up first.
You won't have much time.
Yep, I'm on it.
This must be some kind of joke.
Professor Jameson? Mr.
Palmer.
I should have known that your company would somehow be involved in this.
Professor Jameson, look, uh I'm sure the thought of working with me is highly unsettling to you.
And - Huh.
- I cannot lie, the idea of spending my next half hour with you is not setting my heart aflutter.
But the truth is you're getting paid and so am I.
And more importantly your testimony is crucial to our case and to our client.
Well you're right about one thing I am getting paid.
But I can't imagine what you're gonna tell me that I don't already know.
You talk down to people, sir.
And you can't do that to this jury, or you're going to lose them.
So I need you to watch them, read their cues.
If they're fidgety, you're boring them.
On the other hand, if they're leaning in they're excited, they want more.
We're talking about a court of law, Mr.
Palmer.
It's not about how much they like me.
It's about my expertise.
It's about what I know that they don't.
No, it's not about you at all; it's about them.
I need you to take them on a journey with your testimony.
I need you to tell them a story.
Hmm.
Based on your read of the evidence, describe our killer.
Clearly, he's an individual with a personality disorder characterized by persistent antisocial behavior, impaired empathy, impaired remorse, as well as bold disinhibited and, uh, egotistic traits.
Are you serious? Why not just use the word "psychopath"? If you use the word "psychopath," you will have that jury's attention.
Trust me, I already have the jury's attention so much so that the people paying you requested me.
Yeah? Well, they told me I needed to work with you.
Say "psychopath.
" - I will not.
- Well, you should.
The fact is, you may be an expert in your field, Professor Jameson, but I am an expert in mine.
And you need me.
Dr.
Jameson, what was your first reaction when you heard about the murders of Amy and Matt Johnson and the apprehension of Elliot Miles? I was perplexed.
The assistant U.
S.
attorney has characterized it as a crime of opportunity, a theory that I strongly disagree with.
There are very clear indications that signal it was not a crime of opportunity, but rather a crime that was committed in a methodical and purposeful way.
In fact, the entire pathology of the crime speaks to a very different type of criminal.
And what kind of criminal would that be? A psychopath.
Let me tell you a story.
A man walks into a small, suburban house with the sole purpose of sexually assaulting a woman who is home alone, - unpacking her groceries.
- Objection.
We're not here to listen to the professor's interpretation of facts we've already adjudicated.
I'm trusting that this is going to lead us to a place that will be of use to the jurors as they contemplate the defendant's punishment.
You have my word, Your Honor.
You may proceed.
The husband interrupts.
The perpetrator panics.
He kills them both.
Or so they would have you believe.
But if this was a decision that was made in haste, where did he get the rope to restrain his victims? And where did he get the accelerant to start the fire? When psychopaths commit a homicide, the killings are planned, purposeful, and organized, - just like this one here was.
- Your Honor.
What's the point of all this? Is the defense going to ask a question? I'd be happy to, Your Honor.
Is there any other evidence that points to a psychopath? In-Indeed.
And I'm not sure the jury is aware of this, but there was a ring sent to the FBI.
It was Matt Johnson's ring.
His class ring.
And it's been missing since the murders.
Objection.
Witness is referring to evidence that has not been presented because it has been deemed irrelevant.
By who? It's evidence.
Denying it exists does a disservice to the jury, my client, and the entire system of justice.
Gentlemen.
Mr.
Colón, you are on thin ice here.
May I rephrase? The ring was not expensive, so it wasn't stolen to be sold later.
So why did the killer take a useless, easily identifiable piece of memorabilia? He wanted a trophy.
- A trophy? - A souvenir.
It represents the killer's power over his victims.
It helps him to preserve the memory, the excitement of the kill.
Dahmer did it.
Bundy, Gacy, they did it, too.
So, just to be clear, are you saying that my client, Elliot Miles, is a psychopath? Not in the slightest.
I'm I'm sorry, I'm-I'm confused.
Didn't you just say the crime was committed by a psychopath? It was.
But I've been through Mr.
Mile" psychological history, and he exhibits zero signs of psychopathy.
He has healthy emotional attachments.
No signs of psychological distancing or manipulation.
In fact, it is my professional opinion that Mr.
Miles is psychologically incapable of having committed this crime.
Objection.
What are we doing here? This man was clearly brought in to relitigate the defendant's guilt or innocence.
I-I was just stating my professional opinion, Your Honor.
Mr.
Colón, you made this court a promise.
And I believe with all my heart that I kept it.
In any event, I have no further question for the witness, Your Honor.
I have just one question for you, Doctor.
After committing the murders, the killer stole the couples' car.
That seems like an incredibly sloppy and uncalculated move, something not at all in line with the behavior of a psychopath.
Can you give the jury a way to reconcile that? Well, you're right.
That-that only makes sense if it was out of necessity.
I don't understand.
Perhaps the killer was injured in the commission of the crime.
Perhaps there was an altercation, maybe with the husband? "Perhaps"? "Maybe"? Well, perhaps you haven't heard, but we're not in the business of suppositions.
Or maybe you just forgot, but here in a court of law, what jurors want are facts.
Not guesses.
No further questions, Your Honor.
So, Danny got the security footage from the store where the cigarettes were purchased.
And based off of the time stamp on the receipts, this is our guy.
That's him.
That's our killer.
He does exist.
Cable, can we get this image a little clearer? Definitely gonna run it through facial recognition software.
And what are the chances it'll actually find a match? Probably narrow it down to - a few hundred possible suspects.
- That's it? That's the best we can do? No.
That's just the first step.
Cable and I, you and Marissa, we'll parse the list.
Narrow it down to who could've physically been at that location at that time.
With any luck, that'll get us down to maybe low double digits.
Good.
In the meantime, let's find this guy.
Dear Bull, I apologize for not discussing this with you face-to-face, but I just can't do it.
I've been seeing a psychiatrist for the last little while, trying to figure out why I'm not happier than I am.
There are, of course, a hundred answers to that question, but clearly, one of them is that I've had the terrible ill fortune to have found myself working for someone I adore more than words can describe at an enterprise that gives me more satisfaction than anyone has a right to expect.
Sadly, I have come to realize that I am so consumed with you and TAC that there is very little me left for the rest that life has to offer.
I am therefore tendering my resignation.
I hope you'll accept it, knowing that it is being offered reluctantly, that I am actually sure of very little except this.
You have changed my life, and the memory of working with you is something I will always carry with me.
You're an amazing man, Jason Bull.
And if I am tough on you, it is only because I hold you in such high regard that I cannot bear to see you be less than I know you are capable of.
Thanks for being alive.
Marissa.
P.
S.
I am happy to leave at whatever time or date works best for you.
- Excuse me.
- Ah! I'm sorry.
I-I didn't mean to frighten you.
I'm-I'm looking for Chunk Palmer.
Uh, it's barely 7:30 in the morning, and he's on his way to court.
I have a seminar to get to.
Uh, could you give Mr.
Palmer a message for me? Certainly.
Tell him that Professor Jameson learned a lot yesterday, and if he's willing, I would love for him to come and lecture to my class about trial science sometime.
I'd be happy to give him the message.
Thank you.
Your Honor, the defense would like to call Molly O'Neil to the stand.
Objection.
Relevance? Mrs.
O'Neil testified that she observed the killer in the immediate aftermath of the murder.
I would think that her impressions of that man would be highly relevant to a group of people trying to decide whether or not to put someone to death.
Your Honor, this is yet another thinly veiled attempt to offer irrelevant and unduly prejudicial evidence.
I mean, first the criminologist, and now this? This is an obvious attempt - on the defense's part - Come on, Benny.
To use the penalty phase to relitigate this case.
I can assure you, we have no such intention.
- I - Mr.
Colón, I have given you a lot of latitude, but this is where I draw the line.
Your behavior is disrespectful of the jury's decision to convict.
I'm denying your request to call Mrs.
O'Neil.
I'm also holding you in contempt and fining you $5,000, and if you try to pull something like this again, you can spend the remainder of this trial in the lockup.
Yes, Your Honor.
I apologize, Your Honor.
Facial recognition came back with 172 matches for the guy in the video buying those cigarettes.
All these guys live in the tristate area.
Marissa, Danny and I then narrowed down the 172 men to eight.
Ladies and gentleman, meet our suspects.
It's like The Bachelorette, except these guys might be killers.
It's just a question of how we turn these eight into one.
And how were you able to determine that all eight of these men were near the crime scene? I got their approximate locations at the time of the fire from cell phone towers.
All these guys were close enough to the Johnsons' house to have theoretically committed the crime.
Okay.
Let's winnow.
We're looking for someone with detachment, an emotional distance from those around him.
That's you.
So someone with very few friends.
I mean, look at these profiles, Bull.
They all have friends.
Yes and no.
Psychopaths can be superficially charming.
Even those closest to them may not know their relationship is isn't built on any real feeling.
Here, look at this guy.
Psychopaths tend to be Internet trolls, bullies.
Well, four of these guys fit that bill.
All right, let's get rid of the others.
I'm looking for a grandiose sense of self-importance.
Psychopaths feel they're not just better than others.
They're more important than others.
Their lives are worth more than others.
Other people are like cockroaches.
Waiting to be stepped on or tortured.
Or killed.
Look at these two.
They both have a tsunami of selfies.
Dozens of them.
No one else in the photo.
No one else in the world.
It's one of these two.
Any criminal record? Uh, John Fuller had a drunk driving offense six years back.
Wayne Norton has several juvenile arrests, all stemming from aggressive behavior in school.
This is 20 years old.
Playground incident at school.
Wayne was 11.
It's from a social worker's report.
"He broke the other child's arm.
"They were out on the playground.
"Teacher had only looked away for a minute.
"I am concerned because Wayne does not seem "to feel badly about what he did.
"When I asked him about it, he shrugged it off.
"He wasn't scared, or nervous or guilty.
"The teacher mentioned that Wayne just stared at the other child while he cried.
" Kind of textbook, isn't it? Classic detachment.
I think we found our man.
What are you smiling at? Uh, no, no.
I'm-I'm not smiling.
I'm just having a flashback.
A good one.
So you really think this is our guy? 8-8-9.
Do we know the street? Sure do.
Brisk Street.
Okay.
So what happens now? Well, I can get this information to the FBI, have them jump on it.
It's 7:30 at night.
Nobody's jumping on anything.
Can't even call the police.
We have no proof.
And tomorrow Elliot takes the stand in his own defense, and then Is my car out front? - Should be.
- All right.
Well, there's nothing more to be done tonight.
To be continued.
Nice work, Danny.
Cable, Marissa, Chunk.
Bravo.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Night.
Is this Wayne Norton's house? Can I help you? Perhaps.
Are you Mrs.
Norton? Is your husband home? No.
He's working.
Who are you? You don't know me.
I have a hunch about you.
I think maybe you've been worried about your husband for a long time.
I think maybe you found something that confirmed your worst fears, I think you put it in a box, sent it off in hopes that maybe, someone would understand.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I think you do.
Get off my property before I call the police.
No, you won't.
If you're willing to do that, you would have already done it by now.
You know, someone else is gonna die for his crime.
And that's gonna up the body count by one, except this time, it'll be your fault.
You need to turn him in.
They'll make sure you're safe.
They'll make sure that he never hurts you, or anyone else ever again.
Get off my property.
That's for when you change your mind.
Elliot, I know you're angry, and you have every right to be.
But now is your chance to tell your side of the story.
No one's gonna be questioning you, not me or the prosecutor.
Just you, and your interpreter, telling the jury why they should spare your life.
He wants to know where Dr.
Bull is.
I don't know where Dr.
Bull is.
I wish I knew.
I'm-I'm hoping, I'm-I'm guessing that-that he's still on his way, but no matter where he is, he'd want you to give what you're about to do some serious thought.
I'm going to tell them that I didn't do it.
I'm going to tell them they're fools.
And that God will remember what they did today.
Trust me.
Please.
Y-You don't want to do that.
You want to ask them for mercy.
You want to ask them to spare your life.
Mr.
Miles.
Do you have something to say to this jury or not? I didn't do it.
Order in the court.
Please allow the witness to speak his mind.
Order in the court.
Over there.
Sir? I'd like to call for a brief recess, Your Honor.
Who would like to call for a brief recess? I the-the defense would like to call for a brief recess, Your Honor.
But your client is in the middle of testifying.
Please, Your Honor.
A man's life is at stake here.
I will allow a five minute recess.
- Not a minute more.
- Obj Stay in your seat, Counselor.
Don't object.
My name is Agent Kincaid.
I'm with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Dr.
Bull brought a woman to our offices last night.
She wanted to talk about this case, about her husband.
Excuse me? She brought a box with her.
Another ring, a bracelet, a Jewish star.
She said he referred to those things as his mementos.
What the hell is going on here? Well, I won't bore you with all the details, but at 6:30 this morning, the FBI picked up Wayne Norton for questioning, and ten minutes into interrogation, he confessed.
Your Honor, if I might ask with the approval of the defense, that this hearing resume so I could address the court? Yes, uh, Your Honor.
The defense has no objection.
Gentlemen, I am determined to bring these proceedings to a close and allow this jury to do its job.
With that sole admonition, court is back in session.
Yes, Counselor.
In light of new evidence brought to my attention by the FBI, the government would like to make a motion to set aside the verdict against Elliot Miles.
Hold me Hold me, never let me go Until you've told me Told me What I want to know You okay? 'Cause you're white as a ghost.
I'm great, man.
I just need some air.
Maybe some sleep.
Tell Marissa I might not be in today.
And tell everybody, "thank you.
" They did this.
And nice work, Counselor.
Will be Hiding lovers just the same As we'll be, we'll be When you make me tell you I love you They told me Be sensible with your new love Don't be fooled Thinking this is the last You'll find But they never stood in the dark With you, love When you take me in your arms And drive me slowly out of my mind - Kiss me - Kiss me - Kiss me, and when you do - Kiss me I know that you will miss me - Miss me - Miss me If we ever say "adieu" So kiss me Kiss me Hi.
911? Yes, I'll hold.
What are you doing, you taking a nap? Jeremy! Jeremy! Leave the strange man alone.
- Miss me - Miss me Hi.
I think I need an ambulance.
I think I'm having a heart attack.
Uh, I'm at the federal courthouse.
Right outside.
Yeah.
I promise you'll see me.
Absolutely.
Yes.
I'm not going anyplace.
Never, never, never let me go Thrill me Never, never, never let me go.
You, silver Explorer.
They haven't mentioned it in the news reports, but Elliott is mute.
The government wants to execute you, and I would like to make sure that doesn't happen.
I think that you're in the middle of some kind of crisis.
Getting arrested, drinking too much, taking a death penalty case 'cause a guy gave you a handkerchief.
I haven't had a drink in 33 hours.
Seems like you're coming apart.
I'm fine.
You know what? You're not.
Izzy's getting remarried.
Oh, my goodness.
Can I tell you something? I don't think you're good alone, Jason.
Professor Jameson, you failed me.
Is it just that I work for a trial scientist? I know he's innocent.
No, you don't.
- Did you do it? - You, you, you think he's innocent.
That's not the same thing, and more importantly, you don't know how to prove he's innocent.
Sorry to let everybody down.
But I think I need a drink.
Hey, Izzy.
There's a guy at the door for you.
They told me Be sensible With your new love Don't be fooled Thinking this is the last you'll find Don't do this.
No.
Don't you do this.
You can't just show up here at the last minute, and just expect me to And drive me slowly out of my mind - Kiss me - Kiss me - Kiss me, and when you do - Kiss me I know that you will miss me - Miss me - Miss me If we ever say "adieu" So kiss me Kiss me Make me tell you I'm in love with you Ah, ah, ah, ah Kiss me - Kiss me - Kiss me You were right.
I'm no good alone.
- Miss me - Miss me If we ever say "adieu" So kiss me.
It is 6:45 in the morning.
Time for all good trial scientists to get up and at 'em so they can hear the verdict read this morning.
Thank you.
I, uh, I have no recollection of calling you and asking you to bring me a new suit.
It was at 3:17 this morning.
I remember it vividly.
Aha.
Here's the thing, I know I've let you down.
Some of the things, the behavioral things we discussed, things I did I actually did get a handle on them there for a couple of days.
I'm sorry, Marissa.
Will the defendant please rise? Has the jury reached a verdict? We have, Your Honor.
We, the jury, find the defendant, Elliot Miles guilty on two counts of capital murder.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
When I was in college, I had to take Psych 100.
And one day the professor started to teach us about codependency.
And I was just amazed.
I mean, I was adopted.
And frankly, I had never depended on anybody for anything in my whole life, so the idea that I could be codependent sounded fabulous.
That someone could derive their happiness by being consumed with mine that sounded like nirvana.
It never occurred to me that I would be the one being consumed with someone else's happiness.
Where the hell is everybody? It's a Tuesday.
I gave everybody a couple days off.
I couldn't stand the way they were looking at me.
Sounds like a fun place to work.
FBI got a package in the mail.
Potentially exculpatory evidence.
I thought I'd share it with you personally.
Matt Johnson's class ring.
Engraved with his initials and everything.
Must have come from the crime scene.
Came with a gift card.
"You got the wrong guy.
" Well, maybe you did get the wrong guy, I mean.
Let's not get carried away here.
Elliot could have sent it himself.
- From jail? - He could have had anybody do it, knowing it would disrupt the case.
A last-ditch effort to save his own life.
Or here's a crazy thought: the person who sent this to you knows who the real killer is, and doesn't want to see an innocent man die for something he didn't do.
Actually, I'd like to talk with your client, maybe even discuss a possible deal.
Frankly, we believe this ring came from someone tied to you.
An accomplice, and I'm very interested in seeing that person brought to justice, which is why I'm prepared to offer you a deal.
You give me that person's name, and I will once again offer to take the death penalty off the table.
Guarantee you life in prison.
"There is no name.
I didn't kill those people.
" Do you want the deal, Elliot? How can he take the deal?! He doesn't have a name to offer.
Who keeps a ring like that? A piece of evidence, leads directly back to the victim.
Has his name inscribed on it, for God's sakes.
It's reckless the kind of thing that gets you caught.
I don't know.
What if it was a souvenir? What do you mean? What if it was all planned from the start? You rape, you kill, you set a fire you take some trophies.
What if we should be looking for a methodical, premeditating, calculating killer? A serial killer? What if he knew exactly how to set the fire.
Exactly how to restrain the victims.
And the ring showing up now? What if that's not an accident.
What if none of this ever was.
And whoever it was took it as a memento, a kind of keepsake.
Exactly.
A trophy from one of his kills.
And that is why he was wearing it the night he sold Elliot the car, flaunting it.
You think this was part of a pattern.
You think this person killed before.
I do, and will almost surely kill again.
There's just one thing that doesn't add up.
Why steal the car? It's a sloppy move.
And it doesn't fit the methodical, meticulous psychopath mentality.
Yeah, she's right.
The car is the most traceable piece of evidence back to the victims.
Well, hey, it got our guy caught.
I don't know the answer, but there's got to be a reason.
Okay, so I'm confused.
What is it we're doing? Where are we supposed to put our energies? Are we mounting a defense for the penalty phase of a trial which starts the day after tomorrow? Or are we launching an investigation to find a serial killer? Both.
Morning.
I need to prepare you for what's to come.
Tomorrow, you are gonna walk into a room full of people who've already made up their minds about you.
I know it makes no sense, but I need you to show remorse for something you did not do.
Look at me.
Look, look at me.
We have one goal, and one goal only, and that is to avoid your execution.
The truth is that we may be dealing with this verdict for years to come, but it's gonna be a hell of a lot easier if we don't have the ticking clock of a death sentence.
Oh.
How do they do what? Kill you.
Poor kid.
His record is absolutely clean.
Never been arrested.
Never had a problem with authorities.
Not so much as a ticket for jaywalking.
Anything I can do? I'm feeling kind of useless.
Useless? Marissa, you are the key to everything.
Shouldn't you be running some focus groups with our mirror jurors? It's a nice thought.
Only problem is the algorithm we use, isn't set up for penalty phase hearings.
Really? Why not? Well, think about it.
A typical trial is all about jurors gauging guilt or innocence, weighing the facts.
But this trial, it's all about emotion, if they sympathize with Elliot enough to spare his life.
And I have no way to measure that.
The algorithm won't translate.
- Mrs.
O'Neil? - Yes? I'm Danny James I'm a member of Elliot Mile" defense team.
Okay, so what can I do for you? The trial is over.
They found the man you're working for guilty.
Well, right now we're working on the penalty phase of the trial.
Just wondered if I could ask you a few more questions, just to make sure we have everything right.
Okay, but I don't get that.
Do you have any I.
D.
, any kind of credentials? Yeah.
Hold on.
Do you always wear glasses? Bifocals.
I'm supposed to.
Don't tell my optometrist.
Well, do you happen to remember the night of the murder, were you wearing them then? Mrs.
O'Neil, you said you saw Elliot Miles's face clearly enough to I.
D.
him.
Yes.
I did.
I saw him coming out of the Johnsons' house.
He looked right at me.
He was limping.
He got in their car and drove away.
Wait, limping? Actually, during the trial, you said he was running out the door.
Yes, okay, it was a figure of speech.
He was moving fast, as fast as he could, but there was something wrong with his leg, like he was injured or something.
But you didn't mention that on the stand.
Well, nobody asked.
Dr.
Bull? I need to talk to you about Molly O'Neil.
- What about her? - Well, I went and interviewed her yesterday, just grasping at straws.
And the thing is, she was wearing glasses.
Glasses that she didn't have on in court.
And she confessed to me that she didn't have them on when she supposedly saw Elliot, either.
Not earth-shattering, but certainly interesting.
Well, wait, it gets better.
I think I know why the killer had to steal the car that night.
Molly told me that when she saw the killer, he was limping.
Wait a second.
Elliot mentioned that, too.
Maybe our killer was injured.
- But injured how? - I don't know.
Maybe he fell down the stairs, maybe he got in a fight with the husband who cares? - The point is - It was never part of the plan.
Today's gonna be hard.
Friends and family of the Johnsons are gonna get up and talk about the devastation this has caused to their lives.
You remember how we talked about the appearance of remorse? This is what I was talking about.
Please.
Oh, Chunk.
Hey.
I need your help with something.
Just, uh, lined up a new witness, an expert in criminology.
Guy's testified in dozens of murder trials.
I need you to run him through his paces, make sure he sticks to what's relevant.
- All right.
Let me at him.
- Fair warning: he's very resistant to the idea of being prepped at all.
Okay.
When's he coming in? He's not.
He won't.
He only agreed to sit down for a couple of hours on the day of his testimony.
I'll arrange for you to do it in there.
- Okay? Got to get to court.
- All right, good luck.
My very first memory is of my mother, putting a Band-Aid on my elbow.
I don't remember how I hurt it.
All I remember is that when she kissed it, the pain disappeared.
The pain you've caused me will never disappear.
When you killed my parents, you broke my heart.
My dad taught me how to make lasagna and how to throw a football.
He would let me paint his nails with sparkly polish.
And I'll never be able to do that again.
I wish I had more than just these memories, but I don't.
When you did what you did when you burned down our house, you took everything.
Every picture, every birthday present, every single thing that tied me to them.
I'm afraid to fall asleep at night, 'cause all I ever dream about is my mom and dad burning in that fire.
My parents taught me that everyone deserves love and kindness.
Do you deserve my love and kindness? I don't think you do.
- What am I looking at? - It's a receipt for cigarettes.
The police found it in the back of the Johnsons' car.
Turns out it's from a store that Amy Johnson, one of the victims, shopped at on the day she died.
Probably why everyone overlooked it in the first place.
What do you mean? Overlooked it how? - You okay? - Yeah.
My hand fell asleep.
Whole damn arm, actually.
Doesn't your arm ever fall asleep? No.
You were saying? Well, the receipt can't belong to any of the victims.
Autopsy says neither Amy nor her husband smoked.
And because of his disability, neither does Elliot.
So it can't be his.
Wait a second.
So you're thinking the killer bought these cigarettes and then accidentally dropped the receipt in the car when he stole it? We know from the debris in the kitchen that Amy went to the store that day.
It's a block and a half from her house.
What if she walked to the store, and the killer saw her there and followed her home on foot? There's a time stamp on the receipt.
If the store has security cameras, maybe we use it to check the footage? This is great.
This is Get this to Danny.
And see if you can get everybody in here before I go to court.
Your identity is clearly wrapped up in your work, which means that it's inherently wrapped up in the man you work for.
I mean, basically, what you're telling me is that you can't be you without him.
Oh, I don't know.
He leads a messy life.
Someone has to help clean up.
Marissa Morgan you like it.
I think I've been playing this whole thing all wrong.
We keep thinking we have to respect the jury's decision.
Well, we don't.
And we're not going to.
You think it's hard sending a guilty man to the electric chair? Try sending an innocent one.
From now on, our job in that courtroom is to make every single one of those jurors doubt themselves.
Make them regret their decision.
Make them realize Elliot is an innocent man.
Wow.
The judge isn't gonna let us just call witnesses to the stand so we can re-adjudicate Elliot's guilt.
Well the witnesses will all be there, for legitimate reasons, but they may say some things that cast doubt on the verdict.
Isn't the prosecutor just going to object? Then we withdraw the question hopefully, after the witness has given his or her answer.
It's worth a try.
We know from our research that any information the jury hears, they take it into consideration.
Regardless of the judge's rulings on relevance.
Well, the criminologist I'm prepping has already been deemed relevant.
Maybe I can get him to skew his testimony toward the idea that the crime fits the profile of a psychopath.
I'd love to get that neighbor back on the stand.
Have her testify that she wasn't wearing her glasses, - that the man had a limp.
- That's a great idea.
We should all get down to the courthouse.
Chunk, your criminologist is up first.
You won't have much time.
Yep, I'm on it.
This must be some kind of joke.
Professor Jameson? Mr.
Palmer.
I should have known that your company would somehow be involved in this.
Professor Jameson, look, uh I'm sure the thought of working with me is highly unsettling to you.
And - Huh.
- I cannot lie, the idea of spending my next half hour with you is not setting my heart aflutter.
But the truth is you're getting paid and so am I.
And more importantly your testimony is crucial to our case and to our client.
Well you're right about one thing I am getting paid.
But I can't imagine what you're gonna tell me that I don't already know.
You talk down to people, sir.
And you can't do that to this jury, or you're going to lose them.
So I need you to watch them, read their cues.
If they're fidgety, you're boring them.
On the other hand, if they're leaning in they're excited, they want more.
We're talking about a court of law, Mr.
Palmer.
It's not about how much they like me.
It's about my expertise.
It's about what I know that they don't.
No, it's not about you at all; it's about them.
I need you to take them on a journey with your testimony.
I need you to tell them a story.
Hmm.
Based on your read of the evidence, describe our killer.
Clearly, he's an individual with a personality disorder characterized by persistent antisocial behavior, impaired empathy, impaired remorse, as well as bold disinhibited and, uh, egotistic traits.
Are you serious? Why not just use the word "psychopath"? If you use the word "psychopath," you will have that jury's attention.
Trust me, I already have the jury's attention so much so that the people paying you requested me.
Yeah? Well, they told me I needed to work with you.
Say "psychopath.
" - I will not.
- Well, you should.
The fact is, you may be an expert in your field, Professor Jameson, but I am an expert in mine.
And you need me.
Dr.
Jameson, what was your first reaction when you heard about the murders of Amy and Matt Johnson and the apprehension of Elliot Miles? I was perplexed.
The assistant U.
S.
attorney has characterized it as a crime of opportunity, a theory that I strongly disagree with.
There are very clear indications that signal it was not a crime of opportunity, but rather a crime that was committed in a methodical and purposeful way.
In fact, the entire pathology of the crime speaks to a very different type of criminal.
And what kind of criminal would that be? A psychopath.
Let me tell you a story.
A man walks into a small, suburban house with the sole purpose of sexually assaulting a woman who is home alone, - unpacking her groceries.
- Objection.
We're not here to listen to the professor's interpretation of facts we've already adjudicated.
I'm trusting that this is going to lead us to a place that will be of use to the jurors as they contemplate the defendant's punishment.
You have my word, Your Honor.
You may proceed.
The husband interrupts.
The perpetrator panics.
He kills them both.
Or so they would have you believe.
But if this was a decision that was made in haste, where did he get the rope to restrain his victims? And where did he get the accelerant to start the fire? When psychopaths commit a homicide, the killings are planned, purposeful, and organized, - just like this one here was.
- Your Honor.
What's the point of all this? Is the defense going to ask a question? I'd be happy to, Your Honor.
Is there any other evidence that points to a psychopath? In-Indeed.
And I'm not sure the jury is aware of this, but there was a ring sent to the FBI.
It was Matt Johnson's ring.
His class ring.
And it's been missing since the murders.
Objection.
Witness is referring to evidence that has not been presented because it has been deemed irrelevant.
By who? It's evidence.
Denying it exists does a disservice to the jury, my client, and the entire system of justice.
Gentlemen.
Mr.
Colón, you are on thin ice here.
May I rephrase? The ring was not expensive, so it wasn't stolen to be sold later.
So why did the killer take a useless, easily identifiable piece of memorabilia? He wanted a trophy.
- A trophy? - A souvenir.
It represents the killer's power over his victims.
It helps him to preserve the memory, the excitement of the kill.
Dahmer did it.
Bundy, Gacy, they did it, too.
So, just to be clear, are you saying that my client, Elliot Miles, is a psychopath? Not in the slightest.
I'm I'm sorry, I'm-I'm confused.
Didn't you just say the crime was committed by a psychopath? It was.
But I've been through Mr.
Mile" psychological history, and he exhibits zero signs of psychopathy.
He has healthy emotional attachments.
No signs of psychological distancing or manipulation.
In fact, it is my professional opinion that Mr.
Miles is psychologically incapable of having committed this crime.
Objection.
What are we doing here? This man was clearly brought in to relitigate the defendant's guilt or innocence.
I-I was just stating my professional opinion, Your Honor.
Mr.
Colón, you made this court a promise.
And I believe with all my heart that I kept it.
In any event, I have no further question for the witness, Your Honor.
I have just one question for you, Doctor.
After committing the murders, the killer stole the couples' car.
That seems like an incredibly sloppy and uncalculated move, something not at all in line with the behavior of a psychopath.
Can you give the jury a way to reconcile that? Well, you're right.
That-that only makes sense if it was out of necessity.
I don't understand.
Perhaps the killer was injured in the commission of the crime.
Perhaps there was an altercation, maybe with the husband? "Perhaps"? "Maybe"? Well, perhaps you haven't heard, but we're not in the business of suppositions.
Or maybe you just forgot, but here in a court of law, what jurors want are facts.
Not guesses.
No further questions, Your Honor.
So, Danny got the security footage from the store where the cigarettes were purchased.
And based off of the time stamp on the receipts, this is our guy.
That's him.
That's our killer.
He does exist.
Cable, can we get this image a little clearer? Definitely gonna run it through facial recognition software.
And what are the chances it'll actually find a match? Probably narrow it down to - a few hundred possible suspects.
- That's it? That's the best we can do? No.
That's just the first step.
Cable and I, you and Marissa, we'll parse the list.
Narrow it down to who could've physically been at that location at that time.
With any luck, that'll get us down to maybe low double digits.
Good.
In the meantime, let's find this guy.
Dear Bull, I apologize for not discussing this with you face-to-face, but I just can't do it.
I've been seeing a psychiatrist for the last little while, trying to figure out why I'm not happier than I am.
There are, of course, a hundred answers to that question, but clearly, one of them is that I've had the terrible ill fortune to have found myself working for someone I adore more than words can describe at an enterprise that gives me more satisfaction than anyone has a right to expect.
Sadly, I have come to realize that I am so consumed with you and TAC that there is very little me left for the rest that life has to offer.
I am therefore tendering my resignation.
I hope you'll accept it, knowing that it is being offered reluctantly, that I am actually sure of very little except this.
You have changed my life, and the memory of working with you is something I will always carry with me.
You're an amazing man, Jason Bull.
And if I am tough on you, it is only because I hold you in such high regard that I cannot bear to see you be less than I know you are capable of.
Thanks for being alive.
Marissa.
P.
S.
I am happy to leave at whatever time or date works best for you.
- Excuse me.
- Ah! I'm sorry.
I-I didn't mean to frighten you.
I'm-I'm looking for Chunk Palmer.
Uh, it's barely 7:30 in the morning, and he's on his way to court.
I have a seminar to get to.
Uh, could you give Mr.
Palmer a message for me? Certainly.
Tell him that Professor Jameson learned a lot yesterday, and if he's willing, I would love for him to come and lecture to my class about trial science sometime.
I'd be happy to give him the message.
Thank you.
Your Honor, the defense would like to call Molly O'Neil to the stand.
Objection.
Relevance? Mrs.
O'Neil testified that she observed the killer in the immediate aftermath of the murder.
I would think that her impressions of that man would be highly relevant to a group of people trying to decide whether or not to put someone to death.
Your Honor, this is yet another thinly veiled attempt to offer irrelevant and unduly prejudicial evidence.
I mean, first the criminologist, and now this? This is an obvious attempt - on the defense's part - Come on, Benny.
To use the penalty phase to relitigate this case.
I can assure you, we have no such intention.
- I - Mr.
Colón, I have given you a lot of latitude, but this is where I draw the line.
Your behavior is disrespectful of the jury's decision to convict.
I'm denying your request to call Mrs.
O'Neil.
I'm also holding you in contempt and fining you $5,000, and if you try to pull something like this again, you can spend the remainder of this trial in the lockup.
Yes, Your Honor.
I apologize, Your Honor.
Facial recognition came back with 172 matches for the guy in the video buying those cigarettes.
All these guys live in the tristate area.
Marissa, Danny and I then narrowed down the 172 men to eight.
Ladies and gentleman, meet our suspects.
It's like The Bachelorette, except these guys might be killers.
It's just a question of how we turn these eight into one.
And how were you able to determine that all eight of these men were near the crime scene? I got their approximate locations at the time of the fire from cell phone towers.
All these guys were close enough to the Johnsons' house to have theoretically committed the crime.
Okay.
Let's winnow.
We're looking for someone with detachment, an emotional distance from those around him.
That's you.
So someone with very few friends.
I mean, look at these profiles, Bull.
They all have friends.
Yes and no.
Psychopaths can be superficially charming.
Even those closest to them may not know their relationship is isn't built on any real feeling.
Here, look at this guy.
Psychopaths tend to be Internet trolls, bullies.
Well, four of these guys fit that bill.
All right, let's get rid of the others.
I'm looking for a grandiose sense of self-importance.
Psychopaths feel they're not just better than others.
They're more important than others.
Their lives are worth more than others.
Other people are like cockroaches.
Waiting to be stepped on or tortured.
Or killed.
Look at these two.
They both have a tsunami of selfies.
Dozens of them.
No one else in the photo.
No one else in the world.
It's one of these two.
Any criminal record? Uh, John Fuller had a drunk driving offense six years back.
Wayne Norton has several juvenile arrests, all stemming from aggressive behavior in school.
This is 20 years old.
Playground incident at school.
Wayne was 11.
It's from a social worker's report.
"He broke the other child's arm.
"They were out on the playground.
"Teacher had only looked away for a minute.
"I am concerned because Wayne does not seem "to feel badly about what he did.
"When I asked him about it, he shrugged it off.
"He wasn't scared, or nervous or guilty.
"The teacher mentioned that Wayne just stared at the other child while he cried.
" Kind of textbook, isn't it? Classic detachment.
I think we found our man.
What are you smiling at? Uh, no, no.
I'm-I'm not smiling.
I'm just having a flashback.
A good one.
So you really think this is our guy? 8-8-9.
Do we know the street? Sure do.
Brisk Street.
Okay.
So what happens now? Well, I can get this information to the FBI, have them jump on it.
It's 7:30 at night.
Nobody's jumping on anything.
Can't even call the police.
We have no proof.
And tomorrow Elliot takes the stand in his own defense, and then Is my car out front? - Should be.
- All right.
Well, there's nothing more to be done tonight.
To be continued.
Nice work, Danny.
Cable, Marissa, Chunk.
Bravo.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Night.
Is this Wayne Norton's house? Can I help you? Perhaps.
Are you Mrs.
Norton? Is your husband home? No.
He's working.
Who are you? You don't know me.
I have a hunch about you.
I think maybe you've been worried about your husband for a long time.
I think maybe you found something that confirmed your worst fears, I think you put it in a box, sent it off in hopes that maybe, someone would understand.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I think you do.
Get off my property before I call the police.
No, you won't.
If you're willing to do that, you would have already done it by now.
You know, someone else is gonna die for his crime.
And that's gonna up the body count by one, except this time, it'll be your fault.
You need to turn him in.
They'll make sure you're safe.
They'll make sure that he never hurts you, or anyone else ever again.
Get off my property.
That's for when you change your mind.
Elliot, I know you're angry, and you have every right to be.
But now is your chance to tell your side of the story.
No one's gonna be questioning you, not me or the prosecutor.
Just you, and your interpreter, telling the jury why they should spare your life.
He wants to know where Dr.
Bull is.
I don't know where Dr.
Bull is.
I wish I knew.
I'm-I'm hoping, I'm-I'm guessing that-that he's still on his way, but no matter where he is, he'd want you to give what you're about to do some serious thought.
I'm going to tell them that I didn't do it.
I'm going to tell them they're fools.
And that God will remember what they did today.
Trust me.
Please.
Y-You don't want to do that.
You want to ask them for mercy.
You want to ask them to spare your life.
Mr.
Miles.
Do you have something to say to this jury or not? I didn't do it.
Order in the court.
Please allow the witness to speak his mind.
Order in the court.
Over there.
Sir? I'd like to call for a brief recess, Your Honor.
Who would like to call for a brief recess? I the-the defense would like to call for a brief recess, Your Honor.
But your client is in the middle of testifying.
Please, Your Honor.
A man's life is at stake here.
I will allow a five minute recess.
- Not a minute more.
- Obj Stay in your seat, Counselor.
Don't object.
My name is Agent Kincaid.
I'm with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Dr.
Bull brought a woman to our offices last night.
She wanted to talk about this case, about her husband.
Excuse me? She brought a box with her.
Another ring, a bracelet, a Jewish star.
She said he referred to those things as his mementos.
What the hell is going on here? Well, I won't bore you with all the details, but at 6:30 this morning, the FBI picked up Wayne Norton for questioning, and ten minutes into interrogation, he confessed.
Your Honor, if I might ask with the approval of the defense, that this hearing resume so I could address the court? Yes, uh, Your Honor.
The defense has no objection.
Gentlemen, I am determined to bring these proceedings to a close and allow this jury to do its job.
With that sole admonition, court is back in session.
Yes, Counselor.
In light of new evidence brought to my attention by the FBI, the government would like to make a motion to set aside the verdict against Elliot Miles.
Hold me Hold me, never let me go Until you've told me Told me What I want to know You okay? 'Cause you're white as a ghost.
I'm great, man.
I just need some air.
Maybe some sleep.
Tell Marissa I might not be in today.
And tell everybody, "thank you.
" They did this.
And nice work, Counselor.
Will be Hiding lovers just the same As we'll be, we'll be When you make me tell you I love you They told me Be sensible with your new love Don't be fooled Thinking this is the last You'll find But they never stood in the dark With you, love When you take me in your arms And drive me slowly out of my mind - Kiss me - Kiss me - Kiss me, and when you do - Kiss me I know that you will miss me - Miss me - Miss me If we ever say "adieu" So kiss me Kiss me Hi.
911? Yes, I'll hold.
What are you doing, you taking a nap? Jeremy! Jeremy! Leave the strange man alone.
- Miss me - Miss me Hi.
I think I need an ambulance.
I think I'm having a heart attack.
Uh, I'm at the federal courthouse.
Right outside.
Yeah.
I promise you'll see me.
Absolutely.
Yes.
I'm not going anyplace.
Never, never, never let me go Thrill me Never, never, never let me go.