Nice nap?
These days, if I wake up, I consider it a nice nap.
- Mom. - Hey.
- Got some ice cream for you. - Mm.
And it's a little melted,
so it is nice
- and soft. - No, you eat it.
"You eat it"? What kind of way
is that to talk to your older brother?
My onlybrother.
Thank God.
You don't want to make me have to get physical.
Mom, you better eat it.
Hello, Zbyszek family.
Just got back from radiology.
What's the good word, Dr. Weber?
Do we really want to have this conversation
in front of everyone?
Yes, we do.
I wish I had something positive to report.
We were aware the cancer in your lungs had metastasized
to your liver and kidneys,
but this latest MRI shows it's taken up residence
in your brain as well.
No.
I'm so sorry.
So, what now?
Now we do all we can to make you as comfortable as possible.
What sort of...
time frame are we looking at?
About 12 weeks.
Possibly sooner.
I'll give you some privacy.
There is one other option.
I'm hesitant to bring it up... It's highly experimental.
Are-are you talking about a drug?
A-A different kind of chemo?
It is a drug.
But it works very differently than chemo.
It's part of a really cutting-edge therapy.
And the drug company
administering the trials is extraordinarily selective
about whom they're willing to test it on, but...
I happen to have a relationship with this company,
and if you're interested,
I'm fairly certain I could twist their arm.
I mean, would you be interested?
- Of course she's interested. - Wait a second.
This is the first we're hearing.
Now, I need to warn you.
Before you just blindly consent...
the drug is in its first phase of
human clinical trials.
Everything is an open question.
You said you could call somebody and plead our case.
Why don't you get that going.
It's nice to see you again, Jonathan.
Oh. You, too.
We're all so sorry about Lily.
- Thank you, Susan. - WEBER: He's sitting there
in the doctor's office. He goes, "Doctor, just last week
you told me I only had "a month to live;
then you send me a bill for $1,000.
I can't pay a bill like that before the end of the month."
Doctor looks at him and says, "Okay, you win.
Now you have six months to live."
James.
Jonathan. Jonathan Zbyszek.
My sister, Lily, was your patient.
We lost her two weeks ago.
Yes. Of course.
I'm so sorry.
What can I do for you, Jonathan?
Could I just have a quick word?
I'm... sort of in the middle of something.
A reporter came to see me.
She's writing an article about you.
About the drug you used on my sister.
Of course.
Again, I can't tell you
how sorry I am about your sister.
That reporter told me that that drug you gave Lily
had never been used on a human being before.
Ever.
Just rats... lab rats.
The reporter told you that?
Well, I don't know where he or she
might have gotten their information, but...
She screamed. The last two weeks of her life,
she screamed and howled and hallucinated.
I kept calling your office and you never got back to me.
We knew... it... was experimental.
We knew
there was a possibility of unpleasant side effects.
- We knew... - You knew nothing!
How could you know anything?
No one had ever tried that stuff before.
You turned my sister into a guinea pig.
Your sister was dying.
It was a Hail Mary move. I was very clear about that.
She died a painful, agonizing death
because of you.
Her son and I watched her suffer.
No peace. Just agony and then silence.
They couldn't give her enough morphine.
You're upset.
And I'm sorry about that,
but this is neither the time nor the place.
I'm going back to my table now.
I'm talking to you.
Call my office.
Make an appointment.
Set up a consult.
Don't make me call the police.
He's gone for the day.
I need some advice.
Eat more fiber.
No one will want to be around you, but who cares?
You'll outlive them.
There's a Jonathan Zbyszek outside.
He doesn't have an appointment, but he claims he owns and operates
the parking lot in our building,
as well as a number of other buildings here in Manhattan.
- Did someone hit my car? - Oh, no, no.
He says it's a legal matter.
He seems pretty upset about something.
Mr. Zbyszek?
I'm Dr. Jason Bull.
What can I do for you?
Whatever I say to you...
It stays between us, right?
Whether you end up being my lawyer or not?
You're seeking legal counsel.
So yes, anything you say is protected
by attorney-client privilege,
whether or not we end up taking your case,
whether or not you choose to have us defend you.
So how can I help you?
I think I killed a man last night.
You think?
I killed a man last night.
It was an accident, but I killed him just the same.
I pushed him and he fell and he died.
So, a week after the funeral,
this reporter comes to see him and tells him,
"This drug has never, everbeen used
on a human being."
My God. And he doesn't know
what to do with this information,
how to process it, so...
he does nothing.
But... then he walks into a restaurant,
and there's the doctor.
And he thinks it's a sign from God.
So he goes over to the table,
talk to the guy.
They step away, they have a little discussion,
but the doctor won't engage.
So Mr. Zbyszek waits outside the restaurant.
When the doctor finally comes out,
they walk along the street together.
But now the doctor is just looking straight ahead,
refuses to say anything.
And that's very frustrating to Mr. Zbyszek.
And finally this Zbyszek guy loses it,
and he lays hands on him and pushes him...
into one of those chain-link barriers
that they put around construction sites.
But... it turns out he's pushed him into a gate,
and it isn't locked,
and it opens up, and the doctor falls 50 feet
into a concrete pit.
Wow.
So did he call the police?
Yup. Public phone.
Didn't give his name.
Hung around across the street
long enough to see the ambulance show up
and take the body away.
So what do you want us to do?
Well, I need the two of you
to dig up whatever and whoever
might have witnessed this altercation
between Mr. Zbyszek and the doctor
at a restaurant called
Farfallah on 30th and 11th.
And the doctor's name is Floyd Weber.
Sounds like we're taking this case.
I am leaning that way.
Why is that?
Guy's already confessed to you.
Doesn't sound like there's a lot to do.
Certainly sounds like he's guilty.
I know. That's the thing.
Uh, what's the thing?
I don't think he is.
*BULL* Season 04 Episode 07
*BULL* Episode Title :"Doctor Killer"
I spent a very long night last night.
Lots of thinking. Lots of soul-searching.
Lots of decision-making.
I can't do this.
I can't just go on with my life and hope that no one realizes
that what happened to Dr. Weber didn't...
didn't just happen.
So...
if you're willing, I'd like to hire you folks to represent me.
To call the authorities on my behalf
and to...
negotiate my surrender.
Mr. Zbyszek, what is it about you?
What is it about your story...
that I just don't believe?
- Excuse me? - Not the most important parts.
I believe it really happened.
I believe it was unintentional.
The 55th Precinct confirms a body was discovered
yesterday morning at a construction site
near the restaurant.
For what it's worth, at the moment,
it is not being treated as a homicide.
No.
The part that doesn't work for me is you.
What are you talking about?
- What do you mean? - Well, my crack team here...
Danny was FBI, Taylor and Marissa used to work
for Homeland Security... They got their hands
on some neighborhood surveillance video.
I want to show it to you.
This is a sidewalk surveillance camera
taken by the block association
business coalition.
That's you, isn't it?
The real question is:
Who is that?
You didn't mention
anyone being with you when you came in to speak with me.
That's my sister's son.
My nephew.
Andrew, 16.
Goes to the Chelsea Academy.
We were picking up food for dinner.
He-he lives with me now.
Actually, I'm in the process of adopting him.
And did he happen to see you push Dr. Weber into that gate?
No, he did not.
And did he happen to push Dr. Weber into that gate?
When you came to see me yesterday,
I was struck by how little contrition I sensed from you.
Here you were, confessing to killing another human being,
but there didn't seem to be any regret.
And yet, at the same time,
you were filled with concern for someone.
Not the dead man. Not yourself.
For Andrew?
He's an amazing kid,
who's been dealt a very tough hand.
Never knew his dad.
Mother ripped away from him by cancer.
No brothers or sisters.
He wouldn't come in the restaurant with me.
It's kind of o-our neighborhood place.
He knew. He knew...
someone would say something about Lily,
and I think he just couldn't...
I came out of the restaurant and I told him
I had seen the doctor.
He immediately... he wanted, he wanted to go back in there.
It took me five minutes to talk him out of that idea.
We started walking home,
stopped in a bodega to grab some milk,
and there he is, across the street,
heading to the subway.
And all of a sudden, Andy starts yelling,
"You lied to us!"
And what'd the doctor do?
He starts walking really fast.
And Andrew?
He runs across the street to catch up with him, and does.
And you were trying to keep up with Andrew.
Best I can.
But now he's standing beside him,
screaming about how he's a liar,
and the doctor's got his cell phone out,
threatening to call the cops.
And Andrew doesn't care.
The kid's all up in his face.
"Why won't you talk to me?"
And the doctor keeps turning his back,
and-and the kid's getting angrier and angrier,
and finally he turns him around and he gives him a shove
into the fence,
and it suddenly swings open,
and he's just gone.
Why don't you go and pull Andrew out of school
and bring him back here.
We need to get to work.
She'll be down in a minute.
Uh, doctor's appointment.
She's nervous.
Nervous.
Uh, excuse me.
Any way we can put this barrier up, here?
Just for privacy?
Thanks.
Is this Dr. Bull's?
Yeah, he lent it to me.
You okay?
I'm okay.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I'm okay.
Come here.
Do we have an ETA on when our new client
and his son are coming back?
Uh, slight complication.
Jonathan went to Andrew's school and discovered he wasn't there.
What are we doing to find him?
We've got Danny out in the field
and Taylor trying to track his cell phone.
Just found him. Or, at least, his phone.
He's in a building at 238 West 10th Street.
Wait a second. Isn't that the 55th Precinct?
What in the world is he doing
at the 55th Precinct?
You think maybe they brought him in for questioning?
Or he turned himself in.
Okay, Marissa, call the precinct.
Tell them that we are representing Andrew
and not to take a statement from him
until counsel is present,
and that we are on our way. Will do.
Sorry to bother you, Officer, but I'm looking for
a 16-year-old named Andrew Zbyszek.
I was led to believe he might be here.
I'm his attorney.
Uh, actually, he's, uh, in with a detective at the moment.
There must be some mistake. Our office called.
Asked you not to interview the boy,
not to take his statement,
that we were his counsel and we were on our way.
Apparently, he waived his right to counsel.
- Waived his right to counsel? - He's 16.
Andrew Zbyszek?
Yes, sir.
My name's Dr. Jason Bull.
This is Benjamin Colón.
Your dad... your uncle...
Uh, asked us to help you.
Mr. Colón is an attorney
and I am a kind of legal strategist.
So he knows I'm here... My uncle?
You didn't want him to?
I knew he was getting ready to turn himself in.
Tell them he did it.
I couldn't let him do that.
So you came over here
to the police station to tell them you did it.
'Cause I did. And they've already
taken your statement?
I told them what happened.
That he had nothing to do with it.
That he tried to stop me.
You tell them it was an accident?
I didn't push him by accident.
And I told them that.
But... yeah, that gate opening...
That was an accident.
And I told them that, too.
But the man's dead and I did it.
And you said that as well.
So what happens now? I keep asking the police,
and they keep telling me to wait.
Well, unfortunately, everything you just told them
sounds like a confession,
which means it's admissible in court.
We're gonna have to go to court?
Oh, yeah.
If we want to keep you out of jail.
But first we have to get you out of here.
- Arrange a bail hearing. - And just so we're clear,
moving forward, anyone asks you a question...
The police, anyone...
You tell them to come and talk to one of us, okay?
Sure.
And just so you know...
I've been thinking about it a lot...
and I'm okay if they need to kill me.
Excuse me?
If someone needs to pay for the doctor dying...
...I'm okay with it being me.
Death, people dying...
It's kind of everywhere I've been looking lately.
So if it's supposed to happen, it's okay.
I'd just...
I'd kind of like to get it over with.
Knock, knock, knock.
Chunk.
This is Andrew Zbyszek.
Andrew, this is Chunk Palmer.
He is gonna tell you everything you need to know
about how to comport yourself in court tomorrow.
Andrew.
Thanks.
Uh, you want to have a seat?
Now, most people believe that this is the hot seat.
And it is.
But...
why don't you sit over there.
Go ahead.
You can certainly see me here, right?
Yes.
But where else can you see?
This is where you'll be sitting.
The defense table.
Now, look at the witness box.
And now look at me.
When that jury isn't looking at the witness,
they're turning and looking right here at you.
So even when you're not testifying,
you're always on.
You get that?
That's all you got for me?
Look...
I know that you've been through a lot
over the past month or so.
But if you're not gonna act like you give a damn
about what's happening to you, I promise you,
the jury's not gonna give a damn either.
Okay.No.
It's not okay.
I-Is this what you want?
To spend the rest of your life behind bars?
Is this what your late mother would want for you?
Andrew, everything that I've read,
everything that I've been told...
you did nothing to deserve any of this.
I laughed.
Excuse me?
I laughed.
I don't think anyone heard me.
But I was so mad at this guy... The doctor...
So mad he wouldn't talk to me.
So I grabbed him, I pushed him.
He hits into that fence, bounces into it.
It was like a cartoon.
He was there and then he wasn't.
And I laughed.
And then I started to realize what really happened.
So I walked to the edge and looked down.
And it was so dark...
so deep.
I could see him at the bottom.
His arms and legs pointed in the craziest directions.
Okay.
You laughed.
And then you stopped.
Andrew,
you did not kill him.
You had no way of knowing that that gate was gonna open.
- It's still my fault. - No. It isn't.
And I don't care about how mad you were.
And I don't care that you laughed.
Regretting things...
doesn't make you guilty of causing them.
Trust me.
This is something I know quite a bit about.
Mr. Prosecutor, call your next witness, please.
The People would like to call Jonathan Zbyszek to the stand.
Objection, Your Honor.
Jonathan Zbyszek is the defendant's uncle,
and is in the process of becoming his adoptive father.
Please don't allow this, Your Honor.
He was a witness.
In fact, he was the only witness.
I'm not unsympathetic, but I need
Mr. Zbyszek to take the stand.
Mr. Zbyszek, on the night in question,
did you have any physical contact
with the deceased, Dr. Floyd Weber?
Physical contact? No.
Well, did you see anyone else
have any physical contact with Dr. Weber?
Yes.
Can you identify him for us?
It was my sister's son.
My nephew, Andrew.
Can you describe the physical contact to me?
He... pushed him.
Now, can you describe the push?
The shove?
It-it... it was just a shove.
Are you sure? With just one arm?
I don't know.
It happened pretty quick.
But, yeah, I'm pretty sure.
Could he have used two arms?
It's possible.
I-I was kind of behind him.
I mean...
I can't be sure.
Because your nephew described it to the police as, quote:
"I kind of just really pushed him.
"Kind of just checked him,
like you would in a hockey game."
Okay. If that's what he said.
When you check someone, you use two arms,
kind of cross your arms across your chest
and come at the person.
Hockey's not really my game.
Okay.
Back to the night in question.
So what do you think was the purpose of that shove?
Purpose?
Try to get the man's attention,
to-to try to engage him.
With the court's permission, we'd like to play a video
of the defendant playing hockey for his school.
Objection! Relevance?
Your Honor,
I think it's very clear that this case hinges on intent.
What was the young man's
intent when he became physical with the doctor?
And I believe this tape will take us a long way
towards making that intention clear.
Mr. Colón,
you're going to have a chance to review the tape
with the witness on cross.
I'm going to allow it.
Is this Andrew, your nephew?
Yes, number 99.
That's Andrew.
So what do you think
was the purpose of that shove?
I have no idea.
- I mean, it's a game. - Objection.
- Calls for speculation. - MAXWELL: Are you aware
the opposing player lost four teeth, broke three ribs
- and broke his collarbone? - Objection!
- He is badgering the witness. - Do you think your nephew
was trying to get that other player's attention?
- Trying to draw a comparison between... - Mr. Maxwell!
...an athletic event and a tragic accident!
- To get him to engage?! - Mr. Maxwell!
My apologies, Your Honor.
You're on notice, Mr. Maxwell.
Objection sustained.
The jury will disregard the testimony
as it relates to the hockey tape footage.
And are they? Are they disregarding it?
Well, I can only assume the jury didn't hear her.
We're staring at nine red.
The defense will call its first witness.
The defense would like to call Brenda Novack to the stand.
Ms. Novack,
thank you for making yourself
available to testify today.
Now, you were with Dr. Weber for how long?
I was his surgical coordinator for six years.
He hired me right out of school.
I'm guessing you're still coming to grips with his death.
I am.
So take me through this.
As I understand it,
cancer patients receive either one
or a combination of therapies or protocols
that are thought to be conventional.
Right? Hospitals have, uh, approved of them.
Insurance companies have signed off on them.
But occasionally, a doctor may want
to try something experimental, right?
And in that case, they would need to get
what is known as an informed consent from the patient.
- Am I right? - Yes.
And this informed consent involves
signing a rather lengthy set of documents,
which insures the patient knows
exactly what they're getting into.
- That's right. - Now,
you're normally there for that...
For the signing and explanation of the informed consent.
I mean, these things can run 40 or 50 pages,
and you're there to make sure if the patient has any questions...
And to make sure that every single page
that requires a signature gets one.
But on this occasion, when it came time
for Ms. Zbyszek to sign and review the paperwork,
you weren't there, right?
That's correct.
Now, why do you think that was?
I was told that
the idea for therapy came up spontaneously
and that once the decision was made,
the patient was anxious to sign and begin.
Aha.
I'd know the sound of that "aha" anywhere.
Prepare for liftoff.
You don't think it was because
the doctor knew if you were there
that you would have felt compelled to tell the patient
that the drug she had given permission
to be used on her had never been used
on another human being before?
Objection.
Asked and answered. No foundation.
Calls for speculation. Relevance.
The list goes on and on.
There you go. Guy's like a Swiss watch.
I do apologize, Your Honor.
If you'll allow me,
I'll withdraw the question. As a matter of fact,
I have no more questions
for this witness at the present time.
Thank you.
The man is smooth.
Mr. Maxwell, your witness.
Ms. Novack,
when a patient is staring at a terminal diagnosis,
and they are still at the hospital,
how many times in a given day might a doctor meet with them?
It varies.
He could visit once, or he could visit several times.
Several times.
And what obligation does the doctor have,
assuming the patient is still making
all of their own decisions,
to inform, say, one's brother, one's minor son,
of the particulars involving a suggested experimental protocol?
To the best of my knowledge, the doctor is under
no such obligation.
So, is it outside the realm of possibility
that Dr. Weber may have returned to Ms. Zbyszek's room
and explained to her she'd be the first to try
this new protocol,
and she simply never shared this with her son
or brother?
Objection, Your Honor.
No foundation. Calls for speculation.
Relevance.
The list goes on and on.
Touché.Objection sustained.
Fine. I will withdraw
the question, Your Honor.
No further questions at this time.
Oh, it doesn't matter.
A.D.A.'s actually made a good point.
The jury gods giveth and the jury gods taketh away.
Felt like we had a pretty good day today.
Yeah, we're definitely making progress.
I think we're at the point where it would be extremely valuable
for the jury to hear directly from you.
At the end of the day, this is all about intent,
all about what you were trying to do when you pushed that man.
And the only person who can speak accurately to that
is you.
On the other hand, there is no point
putting you on the stand
if you're still convinced you're guilty.
It's all right.
Let me know in the morning.
You're awfully quiet.
You're letting the fact that the kid won't commit
to testifying get you down?
Not really.
It'd be nice, but...
Well, then, what's going on in that brain of yours?
What's your read on the jury?
Marissa will tell you we're almost dead even,
but I don't buy it.
I think they're all slippery jurors,
and they're gonna get to that deliberation room,
and because neither side has really proven anything,
and the only absolute fact is that a man is dead...
...that boy's gonna end up spending some time behind bars.
Wow.
It's pretty fatalistic.
Just calling it as I see it.
But here's the big question:
Why'd he do it?
Doctor, I mean.
Why would a professional,
a man of some repute, risk his reputation,
his license, his everything
to trick a patient into trying a drug
that hasn't even been proven to work
on anyone other than a lab rat? Why?
And trust me, that is the kind of question someone's gonna ask
in that jury room, and when no one can answer it,
the jury is going to embrace the A.D.A.'s thesis,
which is, he did tell her, and she just never mentioned it
to anyone else.
And then this becomes a case about a...
...grieving kid wanting someone to pay
for his mother's death.
And on that happy note,
see you in the morning, sir.
Don't you "sir" me.
Yes, sir.
Hello, stranger.
Hey.
What brings you back to Dodge?
Well, apparently, Taylor is looking for me.
You're working some peculiar hours.
Yeah. Fatherhood.
You'll see.
Mm.Well, uh,
my daughter hasn't been feeling well.
She's been going through something,
so she's been, uh, at my house for the past few days.
But, um, I'll take her back to her dorm on Sunday.
Well, give her my best.
Tell her I hope she feels better.
Will do. Oh.
How goes court?
Ah, it goes.
Maybe not our way, but... it goes.
Sorry about that. Well, haven't you heard?
Justice really is blind.
So I'm climbing down
every rabbit hole I can find,
and I start researching the company
that actually manufactures the drug that was tested
on Andrew's mother, and guess whose name came up
on the corporate website
as a "consultant to the company."
The late Dr. Weber.
Curious, right?
So now I really want to go to town.
I want to find out what being a consultant means.
So I hack into the corporate server,
and I find Dr. Weber's employment agreement.
Basically, they hired him to procure terminal patients
on whom to test their drug.
Okay.
It's morbid.
But... I get it.
You have to test it on people with the disease,
and the only people willing to risk it
are gonna be people staring at a certain death.
Wait. I haven't told you the best part.
They paid him half a million dollars,
in advance,
and gave him two years.
And apparently, over the course of these two years,
he approached 17 other people.
But once he told them about the possible side effects
and the fact that it had never been tested
on any human beings before, they all said no.
Hmm.
And here's where it gets really interesting.
When he got the go-ahead from Andrew's mother,
there was only a week left to his agreement.
One more thing.
If he had been unable to procure anyone on whom to test the drug,
he would have had to pay back the $500,000.
Dr. Bull, aren't you gonna say anything?
Yabba Dabba Doo.
The defense would like to call Dr. Bryce Winters to the stand.
Dr. Winters,
you are the chief executive officer
of X2XST Pharmaceuticals?
Yes. And by the way, the company's name is pronounced
"X to exist."
Oh.
Well, thank you for clearing that up.
Now, can you please explain what your company does?
We are a pharmaceutical incubator.
Our mission is to develop and ultimately market
cutting-edge medicines.
And, of course, these drugs go through rigorous testing,
first on animals and then on humans.
So when you finally got permission
to test your new cancer drug on humans,
how did you go about recruiting them?
We contract with doctors all over the country
to help us find patients who fit the criteria
and might be interested.
Doctors like the late Dr. Weber?
Yes. Dr. Weber was
one of several consultants we had agreements with.
So, I take it, it wasn't easy
to find subjects upon whom to test
this particular drug, am I right?
It's been a struggle.
While our drug has shown great promise
in its early testing on small lab animals,
the combination of a modest cure rate of 16%
coupled with some daunting side effects...
Like? In rats,
we've seen hallucinations, periods of intense nausea,
muscle spasms.
As I'm sure you can imagine, once you share
that kind of data with potential candidates,
the conversation becomes much more challenging.
And how did it work with you and Dr. Weber?
What was the nature of your agreement with him?
It was a two-year agreement.
He was paid half a million dollars.
And what if, in that two years,
he was unable to find a suitable candidate?
Well, then he would return the money.
And when he was finally able to convince Andrew's mother
to volunteer to try the new drug,
how many days were left on his contract?
I believe there were four days.
Four days.
Four days before he would have had to pay back
half a million dollars.
I may be off by a day or two,
but that's my recollection.
Thank you.
No further questions, Your Honor.
Oh.
Actually, I have one more.
If my client's mother was the first person to be tested
with this new drug, does that mean
that all the other doctors you had contracted with
had to give you back however much it was
- you were paying them? - Actually, no.
That's the thing.
Once you get that first volunteer,
it becomes a much easier proposition.
We've actually had seven more trials
with the drug since then.
And now are those trial subjects doing?
Unfortunately, we've yet to see a positive outcome
in a human trial.
I think I would like to testify.
You might just want to have Benny give his closing argument
and quit while you're ahead.
We've got nine jurors on our side.
Nope.
Andrew and I are going for a clean sweep.
Andrew,
simple question.
Did you know Dr. Weber was
going to be in the restaurant that night?
No.
- How could I? - And did you know
that the chain-link fence you had pushed him into
was actually a gate,
and that the gate would be left unlocked?
I mean,
that would be something you would have to know
if by pushing him into the fence you hoped to kill him.
I didn't even know there was construction
going on over there.
I'd never gone down that street before.
I'd only been living in my uncle's for, like...
two months at that point,
and my school's the other way.
So you had no plans to kill Dr. Weber.
That was not your intention.
Objection.
Is the attorney for the defense asking the questions
or answering them?
Let me rephrase, Your Honor.
The answer is no!
I had just seen all the death I care to see in my life.
I just stood around and listened
while my mother moaned and howled for weeks.
Talk gibberish to people who weren't in the room.
Mistake me for my father.
Lose all control of her bodily functions.
Forget her own name.
The last thing I wanted to do is hurt another human being.
'Cause anyone any pain.
The only reason I was following him down that street...
I just wanted to know why.
Why would he do that to the last weeks of her life?
But he wouldn't tell me.
And now I know.
He sold those weeks to a drug company
for half a million dollars.
But they weren't his to sell.
I mean...
I really do regret that I pushed him,
and I really do regret that he fell.
But I realize now...
regretting things doesn't make you guilty
of having caused them.
And I didn't cause this.
May I give you an update?
Nope.
I don't want to ruin the surprise.
Jury was out a whole 23 minutes.
That's got to be some kind of record.
It certainly is for me.
How do we ever say thank you?
You pay our bill, you tell your friends.
You were outstanding today.
I think it made all the difference.
Thank you for pushing me.
I hope you meant what you said. How do you mean?
Well, I believed it when you told the court
you regretted the doctor's death,
but I hope you also meant it
when you said you knew you didn't cause it.
Oh, no, I meant it.
Actually, that was something
Mr. Palmer tried to get me to see.
Took me a while to understand.
I'd be grateful if you let him know it stuck.
We'd be happy to.
Well... how about that?
Chunk to the rescue.
- Who knew? - Not me, that's for sure.
I'm sorry...
if I let you down.
Or if I made you let yourself down in some way.
Let me tell you something.
You cannot let me down.
It's simply not possible.
You can disappoint me.
We can certainly disagree.
But let me down?
You don't know what you're talking about.
Do you want to come in?
Oh, I'd love to come in. I always want to come in.
I love being a part of your life, but...
truth is, I think you've had quite enough
of me for a bit.
And it's a Sunday, and..
I need to get some things done.
Maybe next week.
Taxi!
Where you headed?
Actually...
I'm looking for a Baptist church.
You know, why don't you start driving,
and I'll hit you with an address as soon as I find it.
You got it, brother.
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