Bull

Hey.

It's slippery. Watch your step.

You're good. I got you. I got you. All right. Okay, okay.

Everything's in the bag? Yeah. Got it all. Got it all.

- Are you sure? - Yep.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

All right, there you go.

We're close.

You're good.

All right.

You're almost there. I can see the baby's head.

- I can't do this anymore. - Yes, you can.

- You've got this, babe. - No, I don't!

- Yes, you do. - No.

Just listen to the doctor. We're almost done.

Elisabeth.

Concentrate.

With the next contraction, I need you to push

with all your might. You do that,

and then you get to meet your baby.

That's what you said the last time. Okay.

Here we go.

It's a boy.

What's wrong? Is something wrong?

Something wrong with the baby?

No, no. He's perfectly healthy.

Okay.

Oh, baby.

Miles, you're not,

you're not saying anything.

Why... why aren't you saying anything?

Uh, he's beautiful.

It's just he's brown.

What?

Oh, my God, Elisabeth,

he is so adorable.

He is, isn't he?

How's Miles holding up?

Miles is having a tough time.

I mean, he loves him.

But he's...

It's been difficult with his family.

The guys at work.

You probably noticed we didn't put Joseph's picture

on the birth announcement.

We didn't even talk about it.

I just showed him a card without a picture, and he went,

"Yeah, that's great."

Sorry.

I brought him to school,

showed him to my second graders last week.

What an age.

Yeah, nobody asks questions, nobody judges.

They just want to know if he can have candy yet.

Yes, you. Oh.

Yes, you.

Oh, my love.

Thanks so much for coming.

I know I sort of

fell off the face of the Earth there for a while.

No, I was thrilled when you called.

I was thrilled when you said yes.

But... I have an ulterior motive.

Okay.

You've probably figured this out already,

but little Joseph here,

he didn't happen without some help.

I know you know Miles and I were trying for years;

finally started doing the fertility clinic thing.

Lots of almosts, couple of outright failures, too.

And of course, one fantastic,

thrilling success.

Unfortunately, in the process of arriving at that success,

the clinic, apparently, mistakenly,

used another patient's sperm.

I-I called because I remembered

you work at a law firm now.

Well, actually, it's a trial science firm.

But there are lawyers there, right?

Yes. There are lawyers.

Good. 'Cause I need one.

I just want to be clear.

I love my son.

I thank God every day for my son.

And we are both incredibly grateful for this gift.

Duly noted.

So... what is it you want to achieve by suing the clinic?

Well, first and foremost, we want to make sure

this doesn't happen to anyone else.

I mean... our son has a stranger's DNA.

We-we really feel like we're in a blind spot

regarding so many things: I mean, medical history,

intellectual aptitudes, social challenges.

We're not wealthy people.

I work in construction,

my wife's a second grade teacher.

All right, for six years, we poured every cent we had

in trying to get pregnant.

Took out loans.

We're in debt up to our eyeballs.

And we did it all so we could have a child together.

T-Together.

You know what I mean.

So,

in addition to putting the clinic on notice

so it cleans up its act

and doesn't make this kind of mistake again,

you also want to recover some of the costs

associated with your treatments,

because, while you are thrilled to have baby Joseph,

it was not the outcome you were promised.

Exactly.

I have to warn you

that reproductive negligence cases can be very tricky.

Juries have a hard time ruling in the plaintiff's favor

when they've walked away

with a healthy baby.

Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I don't know that this is necessarily ever gonna see

the inside of a courtroom.

Let me call the clinic on your behalf,

see if we can't get their lawyers over here

and... figure this out the old-fashioned way:

across a table, with lots of coffee

and some bathroom breaks.

You keep wanting to look past

the fact that my clients have clear evidence.

I'm not looking past anything.

The clinic has already admitted fault here.

They've tightened up

their practices and added

new security safeguards.

They've sent letters to all of their clients

informing them of this incident.

And now they're offering free DNA testing

to any new parents who worry

that they may also be victims of this mishap.

Which is all well and good for the clinic,

but we're here to try and help the McConnells.

Of course.

And after much consideration and conversation,

the clinic would like to offer the McConnells

their sincerest apology and a check for $40,000

as reimbursement for the round of IVF

that didn't follow protocol.

I'm sorry, but that number doesn't even begin

to take into account that this "round of IVF"

that did not follow protocol resulted in a child

that does not share Miles McConnell's DNA,

and could be prone to a host of genetic anomalies

that my clients are not prepared for,

an outcome for which they paid over $400,000.

Or we could just go to court.

But let's be honest.

We all know the clinic doesn't want this to become

an ugly public trial.

Win, lose or draw,

it's gonna irreparably tarnish their reputation.

And most likely, kill their business.

Give me a number.

I would say reimbursing the McConnells

their entire $400,000

and adding another 400,000 for pain and suffering

would be a fair number, wouldn't you?

I'm not authorized to go above 400,000.

Well, then, we have a problem,

because I'm not authorized to accept less than a million.

Wait a second. You just said 800,000.

Yes. That was two minutes ago.

And now I said a million.

And in another two minutes, I'm gonna say a million five.

Are you sensing the pattern here?

Let me make a call.

You make a call.

Uh, f-four hundred thousand would honestly plenty.

That doesn't even get you out of the financial hole you're in.

B-But it helps. I mean, we should just take it.

Yeah.

Benny, would you explain to our clients

how the game is played?

Mm. You know the only thing better

than a six-figure settlement?

A million dollars.

I... I don't think my brain can count that high.

Taylor, thank you.

And thank you both.

It's our pleasure.

Oh, any friends of Taylor's are friends of ours.

Are you Miles? Miles McConnell?

Yeah, maybe. Who's asking?

You've been served.

What is it?

Mind if I take a look at it?

It's a paternity petition

from a man named Roderick Walton.

Okay, what does this mean?

It means he believes

he's your son's biological father,

and he's suing you for custody.

All rise.