Bull

Man: Let's go, let's go!

We got two more bacon-wrapped scallops

and one more pigs in a blanket.

Hey, who's got the cilantro?

Come on, faster, faster.

Dessert's in 20 minutes.

All right, you ready?

Dominick: Richard, Richard, Richard.

Hey, that's a nice monkey suit, Dominick.

I almost didn't recognize you.

Yeah, well, right back at you, Richie Rich,

only I don't think yours is a rental.

Dominick: Did your girl buy it for you? 'Cause, uh...

- we both know you can't afford it. - Hey, how about,

"Thank you so much, Richie,

for hooking me up with this gig.

I really needed the cash." Right?

- All right.- Come on, behave yourself. I'm gonna introduce you to Layla.

Gavin: You couldn't find an easier way to make a statement?

Layla: You really think that's what this is?

That I'd choose my fiancé to make some sort of statement? Daddy, please.

I can't imagine you'd be with somebody like him. He's a loser.

Dominick: That guy's the loser, all right? Screw him.

Yeah? That guy's my future father-in-law.

- We'll pick this up later. - No...

Mom, please...

Richard: Layla, come on. Seriously?

- No, look, just relax, he didn't mean it. - He did mean it.

- He called me a loser. - I'm gonna talk to him some more.

- (talking over each other) - The lovebirds are really getting on.

- Looks like it. - Layla!

Wait!

Hey, wait!

Layla!

Layla, come back!

All right, before you text him, just let me do some digging.

No, Cable, promise me you won't.

Who are we talking about here?

Remember that deceptive advertising lawsuit?

Our client's brother?

Chunk's going on a date with him.

The guy with the shoulders.

I remember reading in his profile that...

No, please don't.

I don't Google my dates, I don't Facebook-stalk.

I trust my gut, and let the relationship develop, like a good novel.

Chunk doesn't realize that our tools from work can be used for play.

I don't need recon for my dates.

I know how to read people.

Why waste time if there's a deal breaker on day three?

My ex Greg and I had open access.

We allowed each other to look at our phones.

- No wonder you broke up. - It was liberating.

We already knew all the mundane stuff,

so we could have really in-depth conversations.

That's eerily romantic.

Oh, I need to find Dr. Bull.

We just got a job offer.

Newscaster: Newsfront correspondent, Jackson Norse,

joins us now. Jackson?

Jackson: Daughter of billionaire Gavin Everton

was found brutally murdered outside a charity event.

Police have arrested her fiancé of two weeks,

Richard Fleer.

Richard was about to sign a plea, 20 years.

It wasn't enough for me, but at least he was going away.

I still can't believe she's gone.

I'm sorry for your loss.

It's unreal. This public defender

came out of the woodwork last week,

and somehow convinced Richard to go to trial.

Mrs. Everton: Doesn't make any sense.

He confessed.

Gracias, Sheila.

Sheila: De nada, Señora Everton.

Marissa: We appreciate you asking us here

to talk to you about how we can help you with the trial.

Mrs. Everton: Though Gavin was only a witness in the previous litigation

Dr. Bull handled,

Gavin said he never met anyone

who understood juries and trials the way you do.

Well, it was just a case about somebody reneging on a deal.

We wouldn't have won without you on our case.

You see things other people don't see.

How did Richard and Layla meet?

They met at a restaurant on the Upper East Side.

A fancy place. He's a line cook, works in the kitchen.

Richard was peeling potatoes.

Had she fallen for guys like that before?

Layla's always had a rebellious streak,

but she would've grown out of it.

They were engaged, weren't they?

I don't know how he convinced her;

they'd only known each other six months,

and it was so clear he was after her money.

Mrs. Everton: Excuse me.

I got it.

If you take this on for us, this should cover the fee.

And more. That's very generous, Mr. Everton.

Our daughter deserves justice.

And if Richard and his attorney try to cheat the system,

you get that son of a bitch locked up for life.

Hmm.

Mrs. Everton: This is Sam Perkins.

District attorney's office.

I'll be prosecuting the case.

Dr. Jason Bull.

I saw your clear rate with convictions;

that's very impressive.

That's my job.

They ship 'em in, I ship 'em out.

And this one's gonna go quick.

Hmm, slam dunk, huh?

You can cash that check today.

Well, since they went to the trouble of writing a check,

maybe I should take a minute or two

and review the facts of the case as you see them.

Layla and Richard were seen arguing at a charity gala.

They'd been engaged less than two weeks.

And based on eyewitnesses, she was dumping him.

And that's when Layla ran out of the gala.

Yeah, it got heated.

Richard chased her out, and an hour later,

Layla's body was found around the corner.

Anyone see the murder?

No.

But we got all we need on him.

So they picked up Richard on a park bench,

disoriented.

And he had Layla's blood on his shirt sleeves.

Perkins: The evidence

is just gravy.

When you have a confession.

Detective: Where'd you find the rebar?

Richard: There was a construction site nearby.

That's what you used to hit Layla?

Hey.

It's okay, Richard.

It's okay.

You'll feel so much better once you get it all out.

Yeah, I killed her!

Okay?

I hit her on the head. She went down.

It's all sort of a blur. I don't know, I killed her.

Like I said, ship 'em in, ship 'em out.

Really? Time-stamp says 1:19.

Police picked him up at 2:00 a.m.

That's 11 hours in the box.

Your detective didn't let up.

Detective Murphy's a good cop.

Hmm. Still.

Richard: Can I please just have some water?

- Some water. - Murphy: Of course.

Whatever you want.

11 minutes or 11 hours...

We got a confession.

Guy's guilty.

I want justice as much as the Evertons, Mr. Perkins.

As much as you do.

Which is why I will take this case.

His case.

What?

Oh, I'm hungry. You hungry?

I could go for something extravagant, like a wildebeest or a hippo.

- Bull? - What?

We just gave up a huge payday.

Not to mention, the suspect confessed.

If you just murdered someone, would you go sleep on a park bench?

It's hard to say; I've never murdered anyone.

But don't push me.

The first thing he asked for after his confession was water.

Makes me wonder how much food and water he had

during his 11 hours of interrogation.

11 hours isn't that long. When I was at Homeland Security,

we had suspects who took months to confess.

Terrorists believe in a cause.

Richard was a line cook who just lost his fiancée.

The facts line up too easily against this kid.

I know; most people hear a man confess to murder,

and they think "guilty."

You hear a man confess, and you give up a fortune

to represent him.

- It's great to be me, isn't it? - Wait, where are we going?

- Jail. - What?

Dr. Bull.

I was surprised you wanted to meet with a confessed killer

and a lowly public defender.

I hear the Evertons offered you a king's ransom

to put Richard away.

So I can't imagine why you'd drag yourself down here.

It's no time to be cynical, Isaac.

You don't know it yet, but you just won the lottery.

Richard, how they treating you in here?

Food okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

Hmm.

You used to cook Wagyu beef with balsamic reduction,

and now you're eating rotten produce, fake cheese,

and drinking purple sugar-water.

But it's fine, huh?