Bull

Ms. Kerrigan?

Ms. Kerrigan, can you hear me?

Ms. Kerrigan, we need you to wake up and focus.

You're gonna have some visitors soon.

We need to talk before that happens.

You tried to kill yourself.

And before that,

you killed a man named Roger Navarre

in front of a lot of people.

Do you remember that?

You're in New York Sacred Heart Hospital.

You've also been charged with first-degree murder.

Guards are posted outside the door,

and, well, they're gonna keep you here

until they're reasonably certain that you won't harm yourself,

and then transfer you to a prison.

And who are the two of you?

My name's Dr. Jason Bull, I'm a psychologist.

This is Benjamin Colón, and he is an attorney.

The Women's Coalition of Manhattan asked us

to come and meet you, see if you were interested

in having us represent you.

They have a fund for this kind of thing.

Is that okay with you?

The D.A. and a judge are on their way over.

They're gonna hold an arraignment

here in your hospital room.

I don't know what that is. I don't know what that means.

Well, an arraignment is a kind of court proceeding.

It's where you'll formally be advised

of the charges against you,

which, we mentioned, are first-degree murder.

They'll also ask you to enter a plea.

Well, that's easy. I'm guilty.

We didn't ask if you were guilty,

we asked what your plea would be.

The only answer to that question is "Not guilty."

Otherwise there is no point in going through this exercise.

Well, that's fine with me.

Let's not go through the exercise.

I did it. Okay? I'm absolutely guilty.

Hang me, give me the electric chair, give me the needle.

Whatever it is that they do, I don't care.

I just want them to do it to me. Quickly as possible, please.

Did you know the man?

Of course.

Forgive me,

but why did you choose to do it at a funeral?

Did you know the girl?

No, but he did.

Roger Navarre? The hedge fund king?

The philanthropist? The man you killed?

You are aware of how the girl died, aren't you?

That she killed herself?

I'm very aware. And jealous.

Okay. Let's start at the beginning.

How did you and Roger Navarre even meet?

When I was 14, my dance school in Ohio had auditions,

and I won a spot at the Manhattan Ballet Academy.

But unfortunately, my family

didn't have the money to send me.

I was about to give up hope of ever going

when Roger Navarre called.

He said he had seen my tape, he'd seen me dance,

and he wanted to bring me to New York.

To pay my tuition and find a place for me to live.

The first year and a half was magical.

I loved New York, I loved the school.

The night before I went back home

for Christmas break, Roger called.

He said he wanted to take me to dinner

and celebrate my success at the institute.

It was an amazing restaurant.

Amazing food, an amazing night.

Boy.

I messed up. I have a holiday party

I'm supposed to have been at a half hour ago.

Wait. You don't mean you have to leave, do you?

Yeah, I kind of do.

It's a Broadway thing.

I invest in a lot of shows. It's important that I say hi.

I'd invite you to come along, but...

Are they proofing people at the door?

You know, I'm not as young as I look.

The closer we got to the party, the more nervous I became.

I started to have this feeling

that maybe I had made the wrong choice.

Maybe he was right,

maybe this wasn't the type of party I should go to.

You all right? You don't have to go.

I...

No, I-I guess I'm just a little anxious.

What are you doing?

Why are you taking that?

You're not nervous, are you?

Actually, I am.

I'm with you.

What are you talking about?

You ever looked in the mirror?

It was the best night of my life.

The next day, I went back to Ohio for Christmas break,

but all I could think about was New York.

All I could think about was Roger.

I was in love.

But the man was twice your age, wasn't he?

Yeah. I guess.

Or I was half of his.

I don't know.

That's not what it was about.

So, you went home for Christmas.

We talked every day on the phone.

And the second I got back to New York,

I went straight to his apartment instead of mine.

I stayed there for two days.

Would it be fair to say, at that point, you were a couple?

I certainly thought so.

He would take me to the ballet.

He taught me about wine, bought me beautiful gifts.

He even got me a passport and flew me to Paris.

And that pill you took. Were there more of those?

All the time.

I know it seems like I should have known better,

but he was just so charming,

and I was living the life I always dreamed of living.

What's that?

Don't worry about that.

He knew just what to do.

Had it all figured out.

He walked me to my appointment.

Everyone said it would be over pretty quickly

and then it wasn't.

They told me I would have to rest

in bed for three to four weeks, which meant I couldn't dance.

It was the end of the school year,

when they have all the performances, and

I couldn't dance.

So, of course the school calls

and tells me I'm not invited back next year.

It was heartbreaking.

Everything I had worked for, dreamed for,

all of it was being taken away.

So what'd you do?

I went to Roger for help.

But he said his hands were tied.

The school wasn't his, there wasn't anything he could do.

So I packed my bags, went back to Ohio.

Went back to high school.

I drank a lot, drugged a lot.

Got a job as a hostess in Cincinnati

and I never heard from him again.

But here you are, back in New York.

But here I am... back in New York.

About a year ago I started having pain

down there.

Turns out it was a complication from the procedure, um,

scar tissue.

Something called Asherman's syndrome.

It's very expensive to fix.

So I called the doctor; He told me to come back to New York,

let him have a look at it, see if he could correct it.

I got on a bus, stayed at a hotel.

And the morning of my doctor's appointment,

I go to the office.

And I'm about to give the receptionist my name

when I see something.

Behind her, I suddenly realized

that I can see into this private office space.

And at first I think I'm seeing things.

Beyond her through the open door, there's Roger.

Just sitting there, looking like a nervous puppy

and I'm thinking to myself,

what's he doing at a women's health practice?

And after my appointment, I waited across the street

for him to leave so I could get a better look

and I saw he was with her.

I'm sorry. He was with who?

Emily. The girl who killed herself.

So were you jealous? Is that what this was all about?

No, I was enraged.

I knew exactly why he brought her there.

I could see the shame written all over her face.

It was history repeating itself.

I realized we were in a cycle.

He used us both, he was done with us both,

and this is how he cleaned up his mess.

So, on the bus back to Ohio,

I did something I hadn't done in four years.

I looked him up online.

I never wanted to know if he had replaced me

with someone else, but

suddenly I was obsessed.

And it turns out I was only one girl.

It was at least four other girls,

all the same pattern, all with him for six months to a year.

And then the girls, the ones he would sponsor,

would suddenly drop out of school,

never to be heard of again, just

another girl who tried to make it in New York and couldn't.

Another sweet young thing who hit her "sell by" date.

Then I, um, read that