Bull

Whoa. Pat, help your brother with that tackle box.

Shotgun!

Nuh-uh. You had it last time.

So? I called it. And I'm the oldest.

Uh, Dad, you're still wearing your badge.

I don't think the fish will be impressed.

Very funny, wise guy.

Everyone buckled?

Buckled.

Me, too. All right, then.

The beauty of this bracelet is it can be casual.

You could wear it for an elegant evening out.

Just look at this.

Unbelievable, the detail. WOMAN 2: Mm.

Just so beautiful.

Right here. WOMAN: Yep.

Just beautiful, and look how beautiful it looks layered.

Can you get a close-up on it?

Freeze! FBI! Don't move!(CHILD WAILS)

Stay where you are! Stay where you are!

Do not move!

Please, I-I need you to tell me where my son is.

And I need to go home.

Well, then just answer the question, Mrs. Doherty.

Where is your husband?

I told you, I don't know where he is.

I can only tell you where he was.

He-he was at dinner with his cousin.

He was gonna ask about a job.

When was the last time you spoke with him?

Earlier this evening.

I really need you to tell me where my son is

and that he's okay.

Does the name Jackson Miller mean anything to you?

He's the Special Agent in Charge of the New York Division

of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco,

Firearms and Explosives.

He was murdered

a few hours ago, along with his two little boys.

Car bomb.

You know anything about that, Alicia?

No, of course not.

Did your husband ever talk about making bombs,

Mrs. Doherty?

called the '76 Righteous Crusaders?

I've never heard that name.

What about the Old World Army?

No. What are those?

T-Teams? Clubs? Did he ever talk about wanting

to hurt federal law enforcement?

Ever threaten to hurt anyone?

I need to see my son.

I need to see Max.

Hi, Mrs. Doherty. I'm Special Agent Easley.

I've been watching and listening

to you from the other room.

Now, I know you want to get out of here.

I know you want to see your little boy, and I really want

to make that happen. Okay.

Here's my problem.

You know this building?

Yeah.

You have a storage unit in this building,

don't you, Mrs. Doherty?

Yeah.

This your storage unit?

I-I think so.

It... it looks like it.

I... I haven't been there in a long time.

It's the same number.

Hmm. NYPD went in there with a search warrant, all right?

Took them 20 minutes to take off all these locks here.

This is what they found.

See that?

Got enough firepower in there to take out half of Woodside.

I've never seen any of this before.

Where's your husband, Mrs. Doherty?

: I don't know!

Got a U.S. senator on here.

The heads of the New York division

of both the FBI and Homeland Security.

You're looking at Adam Doherty's hit list?

: Oh, yeah.

Almost a dozen names.

He was convinced the federal government

was out to murder its own citizens.

Said he wanted to "return the country

to the purity of its founding."

I hate to say it, but the more I learn about this guy,

the happier I am he died

in that police shoot-out.

How do you feel about representing his wife?

Well, let's not pretend we have a choice here.

When the Federal Defenders Office calls,

they're not asking.

Adam made me get the storage unit.

He said we had too much stuff.

So you rented the unit.

Did you know about the weapons?

No. Right after I rented it, Adam took the keys.

He said he didn't want me to lose them.

The one time I asked for them back...

I wanted to hang on to some of Max's baby things,

even though he'd outgrown them...

Adam, he...

What?

He choked me...

and knocked me down to the floor...

in front of my son.

Did you help your husband murder that ATF agent

and his two little boys?

Did he force you to help him?

Did you do it to...

protect yourself and your son?

I would never...

I could never hurt anyone.

And Adam knew that.

And I need you to believe me.

I had no idea what Adam was planning.

I swear.

Look, Alicia, according to the FBI,

your DNA was all over those homemade detonators

they found in the storage unit.

Adam had me buy him circuit boards and electrical tape.

He... he said he was gonna do freelance computer repairs.

I had no idea

he was using that stuff to make bombs.

Okay, but why are

the antigovernment militias and hate groups

that Adam mentions in his manifesto

on your computer's search history?

Have you ever been around someone

who believes something so hard you...

you start to think maybe you'rethe one who's crazy?

Adam would talk about the ATF stealing people's guns

to kill kids with.

And, I mean, in my mind I knew it was nuts,

but he was so certain, and so sometimes I...

I would Google what he said

to see if maybe it was real.

The websites that came up, they...

they were crazier than he was.

So why not tell the FBI any of that?

I mean, they questioned you for hours that night,

and all you did was lie about Adam,

about his beliefs, about everything.

Why?

I didn't know he was dead.

I figured I still had to live with the man.

M-My son still had to live with the man.

Did they tell you where he is?

My son?

'Cause they won't tell me.

Yes. He's been placed with a foster family,

pending the outcome of your trial.

I have to see him.

C-Can you make them let me see him?

We'll ask, but,

uh, you shouldn't get your hopes up, Mrs. Doherty.

In cases like this... If you can't get me to see him,

will you let whoever he's with now know

that he needs a night-light?

He can't sleep without a night-light.

A-And, then, even with a night-light,

sometimes you just have to hold him

while you watch television.

And that-that will get him to sleep, too.

Night-light, television.

We'll tell them.

Okay, Mrs. Doherty...

I'm sorry, I...

I've forgotten your names.

I'm Dr. Bull. This is Mr. Colón.

Bull. Colón.

A doctor of lies.

A perfume man.

Nice to meet you.

And thank you...

for your help.

Hey!

Are we interrupting anything?

I was over at A.D.A. Kiehl's office,

and we were talking about you and the campaign,

and we were gonna call, and we realized

you're seven blocks away, so we walked.Benny.

No, no, come on in. Come on in.

First and foremost,

thanks for sending your sister my way.

She's got a hell of a Rolodex,

and that is gonna come in very handy

when it comes time to do some fundraising.

Well, Izzy's my name, and arm-twisting's my game.

So, you ready to have

a tough conversation?

What do you mean? What kind of tough conversation?

: You need to know...

not everybody at the prosecutor's office

is exactly thrilled about your new client.

Oh. And why is that?

Well,