Bull

Peter, not inside the house.

Uncle Leo! Oh!

Peter,

be careful. Gotcha!

The gun thing makes me crazy,

but Peter and his friends seem to be loving it.

Come on, sis.

They're boys. All boys love guns.

No. I know, you're right.

And...

thank you for paying for it.

This is looking good.

Is that Cecilia Novak?

Yeah, we have a warrant to search the premises.

We need to look under this deck right here.

Hey, can you...

give me a minute? Just give me a minute.

Hey, uh, kids, uh, parents,

can you, uh, grab your plates

and then bring 'em into the house?

There's a lot of-lot of bugs out here.

Just-just grab your plates and bring-bring it inside.

I swear to God, I have no idea what's going on here.

Don't say another word.

Oh, my...

Wow, that is quite a haul.

Those aren't mine. You know that, right?

Those are not mine.

Hey. Hey, that's not necessary.

C... Could you do it around the side of the house,

away from the windows?

Mom!

Peter, honey, it's okay.

Sis... Just go back to Peter.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I'm calling my lawyer right now. Don't worry.

Everything's gonna be fine, I'll take care of it.

We know you have a choice

when it comes to trial science companies.

Ah. Thank you.

Nice.

Yours?

A client's.

Please apologize to your staff about having to fly commercial.

I just wanted you to myself so we could discuss the case.

Okay.

Tell me about this mysterious case.

Once we're in the air.

Okay. I'm 30,000 feet up without a parachute.

What are we doing and who are we doing it for?

Her name is Cecilia Novak.

She's a single mother, has a ten-year-old son.

Works as a dental technician.

Very involved in her church.

Volunteers on her weekends

helping to feed the homebound.

And yet she's accused of...

Hiding six kilos of heroin beneath her home.

And I'm here to tell you she didn't do it.

Well, apparently someone did.

That's not the kind of thing you park under your house

and forget.

That's got to be worth a million bucks.

What's she looking at, 30 years?

Give or take.

Hmm.

You doing this pro bono?

No. Why?

Come on.

A young, single mother

can't afford your services,

let alone a jet like this.

So...

whose dime are we spending here?

Boyfriend?

Family member?

J.P...

clearly, someone in this woman's sphere

is in the drug trade.

She is being charged with hiding their drugs,

and that someone is obviously paying for you.

I fail to see the relevance.

Well, here's the relevance.

I don't work for drug traffickers.

I'm waiting for you to tell me we don't have a problem.

I plead the fifth.

Well, then we're turning the plane around.

Bull, we're not working for drug traffickers.

We're working for this woman, Cecilia Novak,

who, I swear to you, has nothing to do with drugs.

Whose defense is being funded by drug money.

I don't know that.

Well...

what do you know?

Look.

Cecilia's brother is a man named Leo Novak.

Allegedly, he runs the Miami cell of the Baski drug cartel.

A fact that's never been proven, by the way.

And you don't think there's just the itsy-bitsiest chance

that he might be footing the bill

for you, me, and Battlestar Galactica here?

Full disclosure:

Leo is a client of the firm's.

Another partner, a lawyer named Gary Sharp,

brought him in.

Obviously, the drugs belong to Leo.

I have no way of knowing that.

And besides, that's not the issue.

I know you don't want to hear this, but...

it is, for me.

I'm gonna go talk to the pilot. We're turning around.

Hey, Bull, this woman does not deserve to go to prison.

And I'm not sure

I can untangle this mess alone.

Meet her.

Just meet her.

You know, this'd be a whole lot easier if you didn't

carry that face around with you every time we did business.

Look, you owe me two more cases.

Just stick with me on this one

and we'll call it even.

Well, don't do that.

Okay.

Stick with me on this one and we'll make it 30 more cases.

No more cases.

A hundred cases.

Just stick with me.

Fancy.

This is Leo's boat.

Who'da thunk it?

My question for you is what are you doing here?

A boat like this reeks of drug money.

Not doing yourself any favors in the court of public opinion.

Well, unfortunately,

the DEA seized my home,

froze my bank accounts

and took my car.

Yesterday, my boss let me go.

I need a safe place for my son and me.

Leo offered this up.

It's not like I'm in a position to say no.

Now that you've brought him up,

we need to talk about your brother.

I have to believe that's who they're really after here.

Has anyone mentioned a plea?

I know what everyone claims my brother does.

We don't talk about his work.

But when I gave birth to Peter,

he made me a promise.

Trouble would never enter my home

or be a part of my life.

And he's always kept that promise.

Anybody feel like grouper for dinner?

Peter.

Look at you.

How's my fisherman?

I'm okay.

Come on.

How many fish did you catch?

Like, eight. Eight? Wow.

You folks want a little tour?

J.P. says you're a shrink.

Says you can find a jury to acquit my sister.

Well, I've certainly been known to help.

I know it goes without saying, but...

anything you need.

Duly noted.

What do you know about me?

I know almost nothing, but I suspect a great deal.

Have you heard of Silens?

No.

They're a cartel out of Haiti.

Some people think they're trafficking in narcotics.

Personally, I wouldn't know.

But some areas of our businesses overlap.

I sense you're trying to make a point,

but it's flying right past me.

It's pretty simple. We're competitors.

But instead of letting the marketplace

decide who's winning,

they chose to violate the home of my sister,

plant a vast quantity of drugs, and then tip off the DEA.

That's quite a theory.

Who else could it be?

And how could those agents know

exactly where the drugs were?

They're doing this because they can't

get to me any other way.

Okay, that's a theory.

Here's another. The drugs belong to you.

Two things. Number one,

in order for you to posit that theory,

you'd have to make an assumption

I strongly discourage you from making.

And, number two, she's my sister, he's my nephew.

Why would I choose to do that to them?

I'm sorry.

Uh, for what? We took a nice airplane ride,

we met some nice people.

I know it all seems ridiculously unsavory.