Bull

Rosenberg? You guys involved in this one?

Yeah, well, the guy's a postal worker, right?

That makes him a federal employee.

That makes this potentially a capital crime.

Well, it's not like he was delivering the mail

when it happened. 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, see what's what.

Want to give me a tour?

That's the husband and wife.

Not sure if you can tell, but she's naked.

Both tied to those chairs.

In addition to burning to death,

we believe there are multiple stab wounds on both victims.

Won't be sure for a while.

Can't really handle the bodies in this state.

So, what do we know?

Silver Ford Explorer missing from the driveway.

We've got an APB out across the entire state.

- He stole their car? - You think the guy's

stupid enough to still be driving it?

Takes all kinds of stupid to make a world.

What else we got? What's with the bike?

12-year-old daughter.

She wasn't home.

At a friend's for a sleepover.

Only silver lining.

You, silver Explorer, pull over.

Put your hands where I can see 'em!

Do it now!

Okay, now, I need to see your license and registration.

Your license in your pocket?

Okay, you can reach for it.

No sudden moves.

Put your hands on the steering wheel.

Elliot Miles?

You call this in.

The hell is this?

Hey.

- Ah. - Sorry to keep you waiting.

I saw you kissing that teenager.

You know, that's against the law in this country,

and most other civilized societies

around the world, for that matter.

Ah, right, right.

No, she is 34. I know she looks younger.

Said Jerry Lee Lewis to the judge.

No, no, no.

We, uh... we met at the airport

over Thanksgiving.

Just got back in touch a couple weeks ago.

And for you, sir?

I'll have what he's having.

So... what are we doing here?

Huh? What was so urgent that you had to tear me away

from my life of nomadic introspection

and years of sexual depravity?

Well, it's, uh...

it's good news... I think.

Just not the kind of news you discuss in the office.

Oh.

My sister...

she's getting remarried.

Which means you, my friend, are off the hook.

No more alimony,

no more rent on that Tribeca co-op.

You are a free man.

Financially speaking.

She's been...

meaning to tell you for a month or so.

That's why she left you all those phone messages.

But then she chickened out.

And here I am, the bearer of...

whatever kind of news you think it is.

That's great.

I'm happy for her. Really.

No, I... knew you would be.

So, where'd your girlfriend go?

At a wine bar, right down the street.

What are you doing here?

Talking to you.

Now, get out of here. Go see your girlfriend.

It's getting late... you don't want her to miss her curfew.

Mm-hmm.

Hello?

Jason?

Of course.

I'll-I'll get there as quickly as I can.

Oh-ho-ho-ho! God.

Sorry.

Thanks.

There, you want that back?

You don't want that back.

Thank you.

You got somebody picking you up?

I can... give you a ride home, if you need.

Hmm.

Well...

you know...

if you ever need anything...

you just give me a call.

Elliot Miles?

The interpreter's on his way.

Officer's gonna walk you back for questioning.

He doesn't speak English?

He doesn't speak anything.

You Jason Bull?

Someone has to be.

Congratulations. You've made bail.

Thank you for doing that.

No problem.

Criminal mischief in the fourth degree?

Yeah, it sounds worse than it is.

I got in a fight with one of those vending machines

that sells you bottles of water.

I gave it three dollars, and all it did was laugh at me.

So you kicked it?

Kicked it till you broke it?

Well, the only other bills I had were twenties,

and I wasn't gonna put one of those in.

When did human beings

start selling water to each other, anyway?

It falls from the sky. No one owns it.

When I was a kid, it was something you offered people.

I'm worried about you.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

You know what? You're not.

When I met you, you were ambitious and...

focused and d-disciplined.

My God, I never met anyone with more discipline.

Last couple of years, though...

Izzy's getting remarried.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

But she wasn't getting married yesterday,

or last month,

- or... - Well, apparently she was,

'cause everybody knew about it except me.

You're changing the subject.

You used to be a citizen of the world.

You never met a person you didn't find fascinating.

But lately you live in your head...

for an audience of one.

I mean, every day, I see you checking your watch

to see if it's late enough to have your first drink.

And if it's not that, it's how long until lunch.

You sleep in your office.

Your clothes don't fit.

I think you are an amazing person, Jason,

but I am tired of worrying about you.

Pitying you.

I want to admire you again.

You probably think I'm here to return your handkerchief.

My name's Dr. Jason Bull,

and I run a trial science company,

it's a kind of law office... we help people.

And it occurred to me after I left here...

you might need help.

I know the idea of being represented

by someone you met in jail sounds... unconventional,

but I guarantee you I am...

great at what I do.

Nonetheless...

the government...

wants to execute you...

and I would like to make sure that doesn't happen.

But there's one thing I need to know.

Did you do it?

Good answer.

Everybody know who this is?

Isn't that the guy accused of raping that woman

and burning her and her husband to death in Brooklyn?

It is. He's also our newest client.

His name is Elliot Miles.

Yeah, heard on the news that they're prosecuting

this case as a capital crime.

Feds are looking for the death penalty.

How did Bull get roped into this one?

Some hotshot attorney put the arm on him?

No. Apparently, Bull and Elliot actually know each other.

And according to this 20-page e-mail

he sent me late this morning,

Bull believes he's innocent.

Based on everything I'm reading, he's the only one.

Wait a second.

If he wasn't brought into this case by the kid's attorney,

then who's the kid's attorney?

I believe that would be the esteemed Benjamin Colón.

I'm trying a death penalty case?

Certainly appears that way.

Oh...

Okay, well,

according to the papers, the kid works in construction.

Lives in Astoria.

Got pulled over for driving a stolen SUV,

which, turns out, belongs to the murdered couple.

None of this sounds good.

What does Bull know that the papers don't?

According to Bull's notes, Elliot bought the car