Bull

Your car is... 17 minutes away.

Guess what I did today.

I played hooky.

Had my teaching assistant cover my two classes.

And I went to a pub, sat by myself

and read something that I did not have to read.

What the hell are you doing over there?

Huh?

Where are you going?

Not going anywhere.

I just thought this thing takes up so much room in the closet.

Might make more sense keeping it...

under the bed, but... doesn't fit.

Really?

Not going anywhere, huh?

Who do you think you're messing with... huh?

Haven't we...

already been through this?

I wasn't... I needed to get away for a bit

just to... to write and to think.

Oh, that's a bunch of crap, Kate.

That is a bunch of crap!

We both know that you don't write.

Okay, buying garbage on the Internet

that you don't need is not writing.

Reading articles that other people wrote is not writing.

I'm sorry.

I should have... I should have told you,

not surprised you.

I just... I knew you'd be upset.

You have any idea

how stupid that accent makes you sound?

Say it again.

Say "I'm sorry," and say it without the accent.

I'm... sorry.

Oh.

I'm so s-sorry.

Okay.

You can do it.

Let's see what else you can do.

Uh... no.

No, this is Kate Martin's husband. Who's this?

I'm sorry.

Yeah, she changed her mind.

Yeah, Kate Martin isn't going anywhere today.

Katie, what are you doing?

Doesn't matter where you go.

I'm gonna find you...

and I'll bring you back here.

I did it before.

I'll do it again.

Mm.

Hey, where's Benny?

Downstairs, I think.

All right.

Oh, and that's...

that's an amazing gift.

Well, she's an amazing girl.

Benny?

Your sister called me three times last night.

Hung up before I could answer.

Something I should know about?

You got me, but if she called you, you should call her.

I did. I left a couple of voicemails; She never returned.

Can't be an alimony thing.

I mean, it's not an alimony thing, right?

I have no idea, but you know Izzy.

She's not shy.

If she has something important to tell you...

Point taken. Yeah. Mm.

Ah.

Good morning to you, too.

Sorry. I just have a bad feeling about something.

Well, I want to warn you.

I-I just put Dr. Grint in your office.

Dr. Grint from the Survivors' Justice Project?

Is she looking for money?

- I have no idea. - Oh. 'Cause now is not the time.

Izzy's been calling me, and I... I just have a sense

something's up, and it's gonna cost me.

All I know is she said it was important.

Hmm. Okay.

Dr. Grint. Marian.

For the millionth time... Marian.

What can I do for you... Marian?

Dr. Bull, you once told me if I ever needed a favor...

I've been seeing her on and off for two years,

urging her to get out.

- And of course she didn't. - Of course she didn't.

Now she's being charged with murder.

Well, that's what happens when you kill someone.

She's been appointed a public defender.

Sounds about right.

And I was hoping you might whisper in his ear

about juries and who to look for

and all that good stuff that

you're so wonderful at.

Happy to do it, but the truth is,

I'm sure whoever they've given your client is more

than up to the task, and I don't need to tell you,

the courts see a lot of these kinds of cases.

And there's nothing unusual or exotic about it.

She shot him in the back.

Okay. That makes it a touch more complicated,

but presumably, it was self-defense, so...

While he was fast asleep.

That's a tough one.

What have we here?

Dr. Jason Bull, this is Mark Burns.

Mark has been appointed Kate's public defender.

Mark, Dr. Jason Bull.

I'm, uh, just here to help. It's your show.

Well, it's pretty cut and dried. It's not rocket science.

It's one of those stories I can pretty much

tell you the ending of right now, but I'm happy

to listen to anything you have to say.

Is she with us?

That's the enemy.

That's A.D.A. Amy Lake. She's a tough one.

But I've been talking to her,

seeing if we can't find some common ground.

What's she doing here?

Same thing I'm doing, waiting for the judge.

The girl's banged up pretty good.

She's got a couple of broken ribs and a punctured lung.

They're still doing some tests, but...

they want to do the arraignment here in the hospital.

Uh-huh.

You think I can have a few minutes with her?

The accused, I mean?

Of course.

Sorry.

I should have warned you.

They do look somewhat alike, don't they?

She and her husband

have been married almost four years.

He taught writing at Hudson.

Apparently, he's one of their most popular teachers.

It didn't help that he was smart.

He only hit her in places that clothing covered...

until now.

And she was the kind of wife... never went to the police.

She went to the emergency room once last year.

Paid cash, gave a false name.

Still.

He was sleeping.

It's really gonna be a tough sell.

Why now?

You her family?

If she wakes up, tell her we just got the test back.

The baby's fine.

Aren't we being a little dramatic?

You got something against hospital cafeterias?

They serve coffee. They have... walls.

Did you know she was pregnant?

Nine weeks.

Doesn't change anything.

She shot him in the back while he lay sleeping.

That's all the jury's gonna hear.

You ever heard of "battered woman syndrome"?

They have a syndrome now?

My older sister was married to a gym teacher.

Ran the youth ministry at church.

Chaired the big school carnival

to raise money for cancer research.

And when they'd fight...

which apparently was more than anybody realized...

he'd get her on the ground and... kick her.

He weighed 215.

She weighed 122.

And one day, he kicked her too hard.

Ruptured her spleen.

And six hours later, she was gone.

I'm sorry.

But I know that you know that has nothing to do with this.

I'm telling you, I have this handled.

- I've been huddling with the A.D.A. - Oh.

They're gonna try her for first-degree murder...

Is that your applause line?

Reducible to second degree manslaughter, which means

that all we have to do is create some kind of doubt,

and then we've got a 90% chance that the jury's gonna convict

on the lesser plea, and she's looking

at seven to eight years instead of life.

You've given up on her already.

Her being found innocent isn't even on your menu.

She isn't innocent. She shot him in the back

while he was sleeping.

Have you spoken with her?

Have you conferred with your client?

No. She's been sedated, but what is it

that you think she would say?

You're fired.

Excuse me?

Okay. Two things.

One: I didn't ask for this job,

and two: You're not the one who hired me.

Trust me. By the time you get downstairs,

I'll make sure you're fired,

unless you go to the judge and you demand