Bull

Lucas. Looks like the word's out.

You got the best game in town.

Hope you've got room for me at the table tonight.

I'm sorry, Viv. Not tonight.

Hey. Lucas, come on.

Have I ever left you high and dry before?

Well, word is you left Asher Ray

very high and dry.

And I don't have any interest

in getting in line behind that guy when you lose my money.

I don't like chamomile.

How many times do I have to tell you?

I want Earl Grey.

But Earl Grey

has caffeine in it.

You will never be able to get to sleep.

Here.

Just try this. I put some honey in it for you.

I told you

I don't want it!

Idiot. All right, Dad, that's enough.

Ha. You're home early.

Couldn't get anyone to buy you a drink?

I've got this.

Why don't you take off a little early?

You sure?

Oh, that's great.

Reward her incompetence

by sending her home halfway through her shift.

I'm sure.

Oh, that's right,

I forgot. Money

it's just a game to you.

Out all hours at poker tables

like some lowlife.

Well, I'm sorry I disappointed you so.

I'll be right back with some Earl Grey, Dad.

Just the way you like it.

You want your tea and pills yet?

What's your rush?

Give me a little time to wake up.

I'm not trying to rush you, Dad.

I just want to go upstairs and take a shower.

I just want to be sure you're okay out here.

Why shouldn't I be okay? I spend every morning out here.

I know, Dad.

But it's Cecilia's day off and I'm all alone

and I won't be able to hear if you need anything.

The only thing I need is for you to leave me alone!

Okay, Dad.

I'll be back in just a bit.

You ready to come back in, Dad?

You got your fresh air for the day?

Oh, how'd that get there?

Dad?

Patricide.

Killing a parent.

Ooh, that is a nasty thing to be accused of.

Especially if you didn't do it.

Mm.

So, who's Vivian Cahill?

You've got the file.

No, I mean, who is she to you?

Old friend.

Used to play the same poker game years ago.

Mm.

Vivian.

She was just out of college and she could wipe the floor with me

and anyone else in the room.

And then?

And then I stopped playing cards.

According to the police report,

your father died of blunt force trauma to the head.

And the medical examiner has matched the wound to blood

on a fireplace poker found at the scene.

The police and paramedics who responded to your call

said that you were the only one home with him

at the time.

I was upstairs, at the back of the house, showering.

Blow-drying my hair. Anyone could've come in.

Well, a-according to the reports,

there were no signs of forced entry.

My dad liked to sit alone out there

for about an hour every morning.

Last year he had a series of strokes.

First one was in the summer.

Since then he's pretty much always yelling at someone.

Mostly, yours truly.

Hmm. And you were living with your father?

His health was declining pretty quickly,

so I moved home to help him.

Spend time with him.

How was that going?

Not great.

Dad's always had a temper,

and he could be pretty tough on me.

Did your dad know about your gambling?

Oh, yes.

Not a fan.

The occasional gentleman's game is one thing,

but for his only daughter

to be a lowlife,

compulsive, degenerate gambler...

Did you continue to gamble while you were living with him?

Yes.

It...

it actually got a bit out of control.

How big a hole we talking about?

$300,000.

Wow.

That is a lot of money.

And who do you owe the money to?

A guy named Asher Ray.

He runs a game out of Westport.

And he's been breathing down my neck pretty hard

to get his money.

Well, I hate to be indelicate, but your dad's death

kind of solved all of that, didn't it?

How much do you stand to inherit?

$27 million.

So if I'm the prosecutor,

this looks like patricide for profit.

I know that.

Hey, old friend.

That's why I called you.

Mm.

What a beautiful little girl.

Oh, man.

You guys come up with a name yet?

Uh, no. Hospital keeps calling.

They're acting like we're trying to pull a fast one.

Well, it is a little peculiar,

you not having a name for your child.

It's not like you didn't have nine months to think about it.

Ah. We just have very different points of view.

You have a name in your head?

Actually, yeah.

When I look at her, I see Ingrid.

Ingrid. Yeah.

That's such a pretty name.

Your sister's convinced she's an Asa.

Asa?

A-S-A.

Asa. Means goddess.

Oh. That's a good one, too.

You are gonna be no help at all on this,

are you? Nope.

I was not born yesterday, sir.

So...

Voir dire. Talk to me.

What are we looking for?

It's actually pretty simple.

I think we want jurors who will

look at Vivian and see someone so sharp,

so well-adjusted, that they're just gonna

reject the idea that she'd be involved

in something as heinous and perverse as patricide.

Mm.

So... what am I looking for?

People from close, happy families

who'd never dream of hurting a loved one?

No. It's quite the opposite.

We want people from complicated,

dysfunctional families.

The more difficult their home life, the better.

People who know that just 'cause you want

to kill a family member doesn't mean

that you actually would kill them.

So...

who here spent the holidays

with their family?

Wow.

So, you spent

the holidays with your family and lived to tell about it.

Yes, I did and yes, I did.

Okay, all right, all right. So, how was it?

Fantastic.

My husband, kids and I rent a cabin every year

with my two sisters and their families.

It's not fancy, but we always have a great time.

So, no fighting? o raised voices?

Of course not.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Either that or there's a whole lot of drinking going on.

Your Honor...

...we'd like to, uh, thank and excuse this juror.

And what about you, sir?

Did you spend the holidays with your family?

Afraid so.

I take it it wasn't fantastic?

It was three days of listening to my brother humblebrag

about his big job and his hot girlfriend.

And wanting to shove fruitcake

down my gluten-free, macrobiotic stepmom's throat.

All of that while dogs barked,

kids screamed and the worst music you ever heard

played nonstop.

Mm. My condolences.

You ever think about just skipping it?

Not going?