Bull

- 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.

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...

You were right.

I'm no good alone.

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?