(horn honks in distance)
(woman humming melodically)
* How long will I love you?
(indistinct P.A. system announcement)
* Long as stars are above you
* Longer if I can
(medical monitor beeping)
* How long will I need you?
* As long as the seasons need to *
(latch clicks loudly)
* Follow their plan
* How long will I be...
(truck horn blares)
WOMAN: I'm sorry if that felt strange.
I've lost a lot of weight.
It felt perfect, Emily.
You're perfect, Emily.
I thought I was never gonna see you.
I'm sorry.
It's just taken me a little while to realize that...
...I have very little control over things.
I've probably had my "lasts" of a lot of stuff.
Last Christmas.
Last camping trip.
And then I realized I wasn't done with you.
Don't talk that way.
I think we need to get back.
They'll be looking for you.
Can you get me my purse?
Come on. We really need to get you back.
We're not going back.
What are you talking about?
They want to operate on me tomorrow.
Take out part of my brain.
Where the cancer is.
Wait a second.
Th-they can take out the cancer?
They think, maybe.
Unfortunately, to do it, they're pretty sure
they're gonna have to take out my personality.
My memories.
My dreams.
But it could save your life, right?
What's the difference if I'm not me?
What is that?
It's nothing.
Emily, no. This is crazy.
You don't want to do this. If you need to leave,
go ahead, I understand.
Emily. S-Seriously,
I-I think I should call somebody.
Emily, no.
Don't. (ragged breathing)
(sobbing)
Don't leave, okay? Oh, my God.
Okay, just stop. Just stop now.
Adam, I need you to do it.
(crying): I need you to help me.
No, Emily. I-I can't.
If you love me...
Don't make me do this.
Don't make me go on.
(crying)
(ragged breathing)
(quietly): Thank you.
(gasping and choking) Oh, my God. Emily.
Help.
M-My girlfriend.
I-I think I killed her.
I need an ambulance.
I'll never understand why court is open from 9:00 to 5:00.
You can buy a sex toy in this city at 3:30 in the morning,
but you can't file a brief after 5:00 in the afternoon.
I would have loved to have done this for you, Bull,
but the judge insisted.
You wrote the reports, so you have to submit them.
Not enough hours in the day.
Can't return all my calls and e-mails.
Clients are mad if I'm not in court with them every day
holding their hands.
Marissa's on me about cutting expenses and increasing profits.
Oh, man. I'm hoping to have you out of here in 15 minutes.
Hey, got a couple of housekeeping matters
to take up with the judge.
I hope you boys brought something to read.
She's got a full house; it's gonna be a long wait.
JUDGE FOLEY: I am denying you bail and remanding you
to Rikers Island until your court date.
(gavel pounds) Next case.
BAILIFF: The court calls Adam Harris in the matter
of the People v Adam Harris, charged with murder
in the second degree. Text Marissa; have her rearrange my day.
Okay.
MAN: Would you please stick to the document as written?
MAN 2: Adam.
Oh.
He's just a kid.
Yeah. I wonder what he did?
JUDGE FOLEY: In the matter of Adam Harris
who's charged with the death of Emily Conner
by lethal injection.
How do you plead?
Uh, my client pleads "not guilty," Your Honor.
DISTRICT ATTORNEY: Your Honor, the young man already admitted
to the EMTs on the scene that he injected the drugs
that killed Ms. Conner. ADAM'S LAWYER: Your Honor, he had no attorney present
when he said those things. DISTRICT ATTORNEY: Which is why the district attorney
is recommending no bail at this time.
Shut the DA down and ask for bail.
He's 18 years old, Your Honor. His girlfriend just died.
Obviously. That's why we're here. He killed her.
Shut the DA down. Ask for bail.
ADAM'S LAWYER: He's a good student, a good kid.
A star athlete at his high school.
Already accepted at Fordham University for the fall.
Are you the boy's attorney or his publicist?
ADAM'S LAWYER: His attorney.
And I, and I'm doing my best.
You okay? (argument continues)
You look like you're about to have a stroke.
Well, I'm his, uh, father's cousin.
I'm a tax attorney.
Dear God.
ADAM'S LAWYER: Obviously, everything happened very quickly,
so, uh, there was,
wasn't time to pursue, uh,
other options, in terms of...
Uh, Your Honor, we'd like to ask for a time-out.
JUDGE FOLEY: A what?
A time-out? Wait a second.
Uh, who are you? And who's he?
Uh, he is the defendant's new counsel.
(quietly): At least for the time being, if you're smart.
And I'm the guy who put him up to it.
What are you doing?
Trying to get your boy out on bail,
which, trust me, is what you want.
He's not built for prison.
We don't have any money.
Well, one step at a time.
Your Honor, Ms. District Attorney,
I apologize for the disruption,
but Mr....
(clears throat) Harris.
Mr. Harris has had a sudden change of counsel.
May I approach? Discuss bail?
(thunder rumbles)
This won't take long.
Just want to make sure the bail bond company doesn't screw them.
And I'm gonna want to give them the name
of a couple good lawyers.
Any thoughts?
You're thinking about the ones that'll work for free, right?
All right, everything looks good.
I'm not gonna lose my house, am I?
Not unless your son
doesn't show up for court. No.
More importantly, your son is here, home.
Where he is safe and we can, uh, work on his defense.
Help him find a lawyer.
Any chance you two... ?
You know, it's not really what we do.
We're not really a law firm.
DOUG: I don't know. You guys were pretty good
in court this morning. Yeah.
SALLY: Please, please, call me back.
I really think we need to talk.
Well, that was a bad idea.
What's that? I was trying to catch Dawn again.
If she would just get on the phone with me,
I think we could talk this through, mother to mother.
The victim's mother?
Yeah. Mrs. Harris, you can't call her again.
In fact, I don't want you calling anyone
without running it by me first.
So you mean you are gonna help us?
No. I mean until we help you... find... someone.
Is Adam here?
I'd love to talk to Adam.
Can I give you a couple tips?
About basketball?
No. Not about basketball.
About where you are and what you're doing.
First off, my name is Dr. Bull.
And a pretty good icebreaker between us
would be, "Hey, Dr. Bull.
Thanks for keeping me out of prison today."
So are you my new lawyer?
No. I'm nobody's lawyer.
I'm not a lawyer.
I'm just a guy who's trying to help you.
So what about that other guy? Is he my lawyer?
No. We can't. I can't.
Look. I'm not here to talk about me.
I'm here to talk about you.
You want to tell me what happened?
(thunder rumbles)
Okay. (ball slapping on pavement)
Let's talk about Emily.
She must've really hated you.
What are you talking about?
Well, look at the predicament she put you in.
Is that what people think? That she did this to me?
What are people supposed to think?
It's either that or you killed her.
No.
She didn't know it was gonna happen this way.
She didn't plan on me pushing the plunger.
She didn't even know I was gonna be in the room.
She... actually tried to get me to leave.
So you didn't get her the fentanyl?
Was that the stuff she injected?
The whole suicide part, that was a surprise to me.
She asked me to help her
sneak out of the hospital and have some fun.
She was going crazy in there.
How did that make you feel?
I was so happy.
I hadn't heard from her in months.
I'd been texting her and e-mailing her,
but she didn't want to see me.
Right after she got sick, I saw her one more time.
We took a ride upstate.
But then she just...
shut me off.
It was like we were never a couple.
(crying): It was like...
Adam, get in here, will ya?
I'm getting pneumonia just looking at ya.
Adam. I need you to get in here with me.
Adam, I'm trying to help you here. Get in the garage with me.
I don't have to listen to you. You're not my lawyer.
WOMAN: Adam? MAN: There he is.
WOMAN: Adam! MAN: Adam!
Hey, Adam, can we ask you some questions?
Maybe. Adam.
I'm gonna talk
to these guys so they can get it straight about Emily.
You shouldn't talk to anybody, not without a lawyer.
I don't know what to tell you.
I don't have one of those.
WOMAN: Adam, we want to talk about Emily.
MAN 2: Adam, can we ask you a few questions? Adam!
WOMAN: Adam, did you kill Emily? Hey.
Sorry, folks. Uh, my client
has nothing to say at this time.
Wait a second. You're this kid's lawyer?
Yes. My name's Dr. Jason Bull,
and, uh, I'm part of the legal team defending... Adam...
It's Harris. ...Harris.
*
("Sweet Creature" by Harry Styles begins)
* Sweet creature
* Had another talk...
When was this posted?
A few hours before she died.
* We're still young
* We don't know where we're going *
* But we know where we belong *
* No, we started
* Two hearts in one home
* It's hard when we argue
* We're both stubborn
* I know...
(remote clicks, music stops)
I don't get it.
She posted this video, but she doesn't leave a suicide note?
This is her suicide note.
She's telling you everything you need to know.
She loved this boy.
She loved life.
It's so sad.
What exactly did she have?
Stage four glioblastoma.
It's brain cancer.
No known cure.
She was scheduled for surgery.
They were gonna remove part of her frontal lobe.
How much time would it have given her?
Two years, tops...
which is why her parents insisted that she go through
with it. Cable.
This is our client, Adam Harris.
High school senior, basketball player.
Accepted to Fordham University in the fall.
His father works at the power plant.
Never missed a basketball game.
His parents put their life savings
into a college fund for their son,
and that money is now gone.
That and their house are securing his bail.
BENNY: Emily's parents, Nathan and Dawn Conner.
Dad's a veterinarian, Mom's a CPA.
When Emily got sick,
Dawn quit her job to become a full-time caregiver.
Never accepted her daughter's diagnosis.
Never gave up hope for a miracle, which...
I totally get.
Trick is going to be finding a jury
who can put themselves in Adam's shoes.
We need to make them feel the way he felt in that moment.
Does it really matter what he felt?
That kid knew what he was doing
with that needle,
and he went through with it anyway.
The way I read the law, that is murder,
and he's guilty.
Benny, the law is there to protect the people,
not the other way around.
And remember, Emily called Adam.
They hadn't spoken in months, and it was her idea
to run away from the hospital. She paid
for the hotel, and according to Adam,
the drugs were in her purse.
He didn't even know
she had them until she told him
that she wanted to kill herself.
Emily orchestrated the entire day,
right up until the moment that needle was in her arm.
Who pushed the plunger is beside the point.
The intent was hers, and hers alone.
And intent is what
the law demands for a finding of murder.
That is our narrative.
And that is how we're gonna get this jury
to rule for our client.
(knocking)
Hey, you got a sec?
Hey, uh...
I'm sorry.
I was...
I was out of line out there.
Okay, the thing is... (footsteps approaching)
Oh. Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt. No.
Stay. Unless...
BENNY: No, no.
I don't mind if she hears this.
So... about the case.
I have a point of view, and I am concerned
that it doesn't dovetail with our client's.
I've been a practicing Catholic my whole life.
And suicide...
suicide's a mortal sin.
Sanctity of life.
No one can take a person's life, even their own, except for God.
I'm sorry, but... that's just what I believe.
Let me ask you something, Benny.
Did I ever say I thought what Adam did was right?
No.
'Cause it doesn't matter.
You have a job to do, and you can still be
a good Catholic and a good lawyer.
Hundreds of thousands of men and women just like you
have proven that for over two centuries.
Well, maybe they can...
Damn it, Benny! Come on!
I am not asking you to go out and kill somebody.
I'm asking you to go into a court of law...
In fact, I'm paying you to go into a court of law
and save a boy's life.
What kind of God do you pray to?
MARISSA: Bull,
you can't say that!
I just did.
I apologize on his behalf. BENNY: No, no, no.
No, no. No-no apologies necessary.
The kid has a right to a vigorous defense.
I just don't want to hinder that
because my own personal moral code conflicts with his.
And I would argue
that you will mount an even more vigorous defense,
because you understand the jurors,
especially the unfriendly ones.
You sure you want to do this?
After... (scoffs)
After everything I just said?
On a case we're not even getting paid for,
on top of that? Huh? Wait. Uh, we're not getting paid for this case?
Okay, we're done here. BENNY: No, we're not getting paid for it.
Bull?! We're done here!
(ringtone plays)
Hello?
Bad time?
Oh, I was just walking out. What's up, Cable?
I just found the mother lode.
What does that mean?
Emily. I'm talking tons of stuff, actually.
An online cancer support group.
Mostly other teenagers.
Anyone she was talking to more than the others?
Yeah, this girl RileyG03.
They have all sorts of online chat sub-strings
and stuff, just the two of them.
(sighs)
Okay, um.... can you send me those?
You think it might actually be something?
Maybe.
And see if you can find me a real name for this RileyG03.
Will do. Have a great evening.
Oh, yes. Life is one big party.
(sighs)
(line rings)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Leave a message.
Hey, I know I said I, uh... I was gonna be there,
but... I can't be there.
I love you.
So, what are we looking for?
People who believe in the right to die?
Too obvious. That's who the other side will strike first.
Mind if I watch?
No. No. Yes.
(Chunk chuckles)
What are you hoping to watch?
I'm just fascinated.
I mean, on the one hand, I get it.
I was 17 once, and I was in love.
And I would have done anything for that person.
And on the other, it's murder.
He's right.
You know what the problem with this case is?
The facts are getting in the way of the truth.
I've talked to this kid.
He's tortured by what happened, he's devastated.
He loved this girl with all of his heart.
Why would he kill her?
Why would he... willingly carry that burden with him
for the rest of his life?
I just have to believe that
the right jury will see that he did not murder her.
It was... a sacrifice
at the behest of the woman he loved.
Okay, with all due respect to you and Chunk,
I think it's going to be pretty hard to find people
who can look past the fact that the girl died
at this boy's hand, and even consider
that there might have been extenuating circumstances.
BULL: Yeah.
I know. You got to be pretty damn cognitively agile
to even want to hear it.
Cognitively agile? What does that mean?
BULL: It means we got
a lot of people we need to eliminate from our jury.
There are just certain types of people
who are more comfortable with absolutes,
certainties, rules.
Everything's black or white.
Those people will never be able to hear this argument.
This guy,
perfectly-cut suit, perfectly-knotted tie.
Too fastidious. OCD.
Logical and analytical.
Get him out of there.
Career military.
History of following rules.
She is not gonna play well with us.
People for whom
there is only a right and a wrong are not gonna sympathize
with the extenuating circumstances of our case.
They will never be on our side.
So, how many of you have children?
All right.
Who here sticks to a strict bedtime schedule?
No exceptions.
Ah. Good for you.
Move to strike these three jurors, Your Honor.
Now here's where it gets tricky.
We need to find people who can see the difference
between responsibility and blame.
BENNY: So,
let's just say the chair
you're sitting in right now suddenly broke.
Would it be your fault?
I'm not sure I understand your question.
Well,
the chair appeared to be fine,
you sat in it, it broke.
Are you to blame?
Well, yeah, I guess I would be?
Well, who else's fault would it be?
And another one bites the dust.
You are running out of options.
I don't know. Maybe the chair was old, defective.
Bingo. An evolved thinker.
Just because he broke the chair
doesn't necessarily mean it's his fault.
Juror number three is acceptable to the defense, Your Honor.
Very well, then. We have our jury.
The rest of you are released.
(sighs)
I don't understand.
How is any of this supposed to be helping me?
You just have to trust him, Adam.
This is where the man lives.
That's her mom.
(indistinct conversation)
Adam, let's go this way.
No, I need to say something.
Adam, that's not a good idea.
Mr. and Mrs. Conner.
I'm so sorry.
I loved Emily so much.
I miss her so much.
I'm so sorry.
You're sorry?
You should be dead. Not her.
You.
Come on, Dawn. Not here.
You're the drug user.
You gave her those drugs,
didn't you?
Didn't you? You are gonna walk this way
and not say another word. Let's go.
We didn't even get to say good-bye!
You took that from us!
You murderer!
(sobbing)
BULL: Did you give her the drugs?
You mean, were they mine?
You know what I mean.
Of course not.
I'm not a druggie.
It's not my thing.
So...
what was that between you and Emily's mom
at the courthouse?
Sophomore year...
tore my ACL.
The doctor prescribed hydrocodone, and...
I liked it.
You seek treatment?
Treatment? (scoffs)
Told my dad.
He flushed everything down the toilet.
The only other person I told was Emily.
And she told her parents,
and now you're gonna hear about it
from the witness stand.
They're gonna get some expert to explain
fentanyl and hydrocodone are both opioids.
Then they'll speculate that you began abusing your medication.
And when you couldn't get another refill, well...
you bought it off the street.
So when your girlfriend decided to kill herself,
you knew right where to go.
But none of that's true.
And we'll object, but the jury
will have already heard it.
And the people who are inclined to believe that story
are probably gonna believe it anyway.
Put me on the stand.
They'll know it's the truth if they hear it from me.
That's not gonna happen.
Not while I'm running the show.
First question the prosecution is gonna ask you
is "Did you inject those drugs?"
And you're gonna answer, "Yes, I did."
And then nobody, from that point on,
is gonna hear a word you say.
And unless there is an earth-shattering reason
to put you on that stand, I am...
Look at me.
Did I say game over?
Did I say we were defeated?
They may have more points on the board, but...
the game is far from over.
Don't patronize me.
You don't get a name like Bull
because you give up before the game is over.
What are you talking about?
That's your name. You were born with that.
Maybe I was.
Maybe I wasn't.
Maybe I just made it up.
Maybe it's just a tool
I came up with to help me win.
I'll do anything to win.
Game's not over, champ.
(sighs)
Marissa!
Bull? What can I do for you?
I want ice.
Ice.
As in, drink?
At 4:25 in the afternoon?
I knew never should have gotten you
that box set of Mad Men for Christmas.
Well...
the trial starts tomorrow.
We got a defendant who's convinced we can't win,
a lawyer who's convinced he's going to hell
and no murder weapon.
Okay, I'm sorry,
what do you mean, murder weapon?
The fentanyl.
We don't know how Emily got the fentanyl.
And until we do, the jury is going to think
that she got it from Adam.
Well, I know Cable gave Danny a lead
on someone in Emily's support group.
A girl who lives upstate. Someone Emily was talking to
every single day until about five months ago.
Danny's hoping maybe she can tell us something.
There's also going on between Emily's parents.
It's not just grief.
There's some kind of...
disconnect.
I saw it at the courthouse.
I can ask Cable do a deep dive on their e-mails
and texts-- see what she can find.
(sighs)
You're not really worried...
are you?
You know, when I was a kid,
when I'd screw up, get in trouble...
make bad choices...
my grandfather would say to me...
"There's a good man in there somewhere.
We just got to keep you alive till you're 26."
(chuckles softly)
That kid.
And the way he loved that girl.
The fact he was willing to step in
at that moment when she needed him, and...
damn the consequences.
There's a good man in there.
GOODMAN: The defense is gonna tell you that
Adam Harris had no idea
what was going to happen
when he entered the hotel room.
But I'm going to tell you the truth.
About a boy who harassed his ex
with texts and e-mails for months.
Who finally convinced her
to leave the hospital
so he can have sex with her in a sleazy hotel.
So they can do drugs together.
Something he has a sordid history with.
And you know the rest.
Things got out of hand.
And one of them ended up dead.
That's the real story.
(mouths) And we'll prove it.
(exhales)
Any progress on the fentanyl?
It's like Fort Knox when it comes to narcotics
at that hospital. There's no way Emily got it there.
Huh. Any progress with mom and dad?
You were right.
Emily's dad has been texting another woman
for the past few months, and, from what I can tell,
not telling his wife about it.
It might be an affair.
But I honestly don't see how it's relevant.
It's not. Yet.
But a trial is a living thing.
It's like jazz.
It wants to go where it wants to go.
This may come in handy in a day or two,
so why don't you go back to the office, give Marissa a hand?
Let's find out where Emily got this fentanyl.
Harrison. Hey.
Sorry I couldn't get there the other night.
I, uh... I got a case that's picking up steam.
(grunts)
Um, how about Friday?
Want to do some salsa dancing?
(car alarm chirps) Call me.
(knocking)
Can I help you?
Yeah. Sorry to bother you. Um,
I'm assuming you're Ava's mother?
My name's Danny. I'm an investigator
working on behalf of the families involved
in the death of a friend of your daughter's-- Emily Conner.
I heard the news.
I'm so sorry.
Did you know Emily?
Uh... No, not really.
Uh, she came here once, with a boy,
to visit Ava.
Ava'd just had a surgery, she wanted to surprise her.
But... I think that was the only time they ever met face-to-face.
Everything else was online.
Online all the time.
Hmm. That's what I heard as well.
And then, all of a sudden, they just stopped communicating.
Would it be possible
to speak with your daughter?
Ava?
Um...
Again, I'm so sorry about Emily.
Her poor parents.
I would just die
without my Ava.
(knocking on door)
Ava? Honey?
Uh, this is Danny.
She's a friend of Emily Conner's--
that girl from the news? That girl
who came to visit you?
I don't know that we're gonna have a lot of luck today.
Uh, how long ago did you say they stopped communicating?
Um... five months ago.
Well, that makes sense.
Ever since her operation, Ava hasn't touched her computer.
GOODMAN: Dr. Muller, you were Emily's
oncological surgeon.
In your expert opinion,
would this surgery have extended her life?
By at least six months.
Emily was an outstanding candidate--
young, healthy
in every other way. GOODMAN: And in those six months,
any number of medical advances
could have been made?
Perhaps even a cure found? Objection,
Your Honor. Speculation.
Well, given his specialty in the field, I'll allow it.
Well, a cure certainly isn't...
impossible.
GOODMAN: Nothing further.
How badly did that hurt us? MARISSA: Well,
our five "cognitively agile" jurors weren't swayed.
But... the rest of 'em love this guy.
BENNY: Dr. Muller,
Emily's tumor was in her frontal lobe, is that correct?
It was. And the frontal lobe controls what,
uh, memory, language, emotion?
Yes, that's right.
These three things.
They-they're.. they're kind of the essence of who we are,
wouldn't you say?
Now, would the surgery
have permanently damaged
or altered that essence?
A dramatic change in personality is a common side effect, yes.
And how did Emily feel about that?
She expressed her concern about that.
Did she ever say she didn't want the surgery?
Well, she was a minor, so...
Just a yes or no answer, please.
Yes.
BENNY: Let's talk about this cure
you mentioned earlier. Well, I
didn't actually say there was a cure.
I just... acknowledged the possibility
that one could be found.
But, realistically speaking,
that possibility is pretty slim,
considering Emily's time frame, wouldn't you say?
I mean, there isn't something that's on the brink
that you're aware of, is there?
No. Not to my knowledge.
And let's just say...
let's say we did find
some sort of miracle cure
for glioblastoma.
What about that missing part in her brain?
The part that you
wanted to cut out?
Is there some sort of procedure
or medicine that we could use
to grow that back?
No. Of course not.
Huh. I didn't know that.
(clicks tongue)
Nothing further, Your Honor.
MARISSA: Good news.
We picked up two jurors.
(footsteps approaching)
(knocking)
Dr. Bull? Cable.
What are you still doing here?
It's 10:30.
I thought you might want to know I figured out who the woman was
who Emily's dad was texting.
Turns out it was a therapist.
A therapist specializing in end-of-life treatment.
From what I can tell, the mom wasn't even aware.
So that's the wedge between 'em.
Emily's dad was taking her to a therapist,
and he was keeping it a secret from his wife.
Why?
Because he knew what his daughter really wanted?
Which means, on some level,
he sympathized with her.
But he couldn't tell his wife.
Her mother.
It wasn't just Adam who had her back.
She had two people in her corner.
One of 'em needs to hear from the other.
And now I am gonna do
the thing I swore I'd never do.
The defense would like to call Adam Harris.
BENNY: I want to talk about the second to last time you saw Emily.
Do you remember that day?
Of course.
It was, like, six months ago.
She had just gotten sick.
I mean, you couldn't see it, but she told me about it.
Anyway, uh, she wanted
to visit this girl who lived upstate.
This girl who had the same thing she had
and just had an operation for it.
BENNY: Tell me about it.
ADAM: I don't really know a lot.
She asked me to wait in the car.
She went into the house to see her friend and...
came back 15 minutes later.
And what did she say? Did she see anything?
No.
She was just really upset.
Didn't say a word the whole trip back.
BENNY: And that was the last time you saw her?
Last time I saw her.
Last time she spoke to me.
Last time she answered a text
or an e-mail...
...till she called me to help her leave the hospital.
(sniffs)
No further questions, Your Honor.
MARISSA: Bull, I know you prepped him,
told him what to say,
but I don't know where you're going with that.
Didn't change a single mind on the jury.
Doesn't matter.
I'm pretty sure it changed the one mind we needed to.
And I think I know where Emily got the fentanyl.
Mr. Conner, you are a veterinary doctor?
Yes. I have my own practice.
Now, am I correct in saying
that there are any number of crossover drugs?
That is, drugs that are used by both people and animals?
Insulin?
Anti-inflammatories?
SSRIs?
Things of that nature? Yes.
What about pain relievers?
Morphine?
Fentanyl?
Do you stock fentanyl?
I do.
Objection. Relevance?
Seems relevant to me.
I'll allow it.
Mr. Conner,
did you give Emily the fentanyl that killed her?
(gasping, murmuring)
No.
I did not.
I didn't actually have the courage
to do something like that.
BENNY: But you were aware that she wanted
to take her life,
weren't you, sir?
Yes.
(murmuring)
BENNY: Did you
ever discuss it with her?
A few times.
I took her to a therapist.
I didn't know what else to do.
This is what she wanted.
Who was I to take that
from her?
To the best of your knowledge,
has any fentanyl gone missing from your office recently?
One vial.
About three weeks ago.
And when was the last time Emily was home?
About three weeks ago.
BENNY: You didn't give it to her, but...
you didn't do anything about it once it was gone,
did you, Mr. Conner?
No.
(stifled sob) I wasn't sure
it was her.
But I was hoping.
(crying) BENNY: No further questions, Your Honor.
RAND: Let's take an hour recess,
then commence with closing arguments.
(gavel bangs)
All right. Bottom of the ninth, two outs.
Nail the closing arguments, and we got this won.
How's my favorite Catholic lawyer?
Let me run something by you.
Something I think I just figured out.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have to be honest,
I've had my doubts about this case from the very beginning.
See, I'm a... I'm a Catholic.
And when we started this case, I simply didn't agree
with what Emily did.
And today...
I still don't.
But... that's the thing.
It's not about what she did.
It's about what Adam did.
So let's review.
She invited him to the hospital,
so we can't charge him with that.
And she got the hotel room,
so that's not on him, either.
And we're reasonably sure that she procured the drugs, so...
Adam isn't guilty there, either. So...
...what is Adam guilty of?
Maybe being 18?
Maybe loving Emily too much to see her suffer against her will?
Emily's death was a tragedy.
But that tragedy happened
when she was stricken with this terrible disease.
And...
Emily made a decision.
Now, whether you agree with that decision or not,
it was hers and hers alone.
And here's the irony--
if you find my client guilty,
all you'll be doing is the very thing you're accusing him of.
Throwing a precious, young life away.
Can you live with that?
Can you?
'Cause if you can, I have to ask you,
what kind of God do you pray to?
Thank you.
Has the jury reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
The jury finds the defendant
not guilty.
(gallery exclaiming) (exhales)
*
(crying)
I want to come see you play basketball in the fall
at Fordham. (chuckles)
You got it, Dr. Bull.
* How long will I love you?
Hey.
There's a good man in there.
Don't let that kid screw up.
I won't.
Thank you.
* Longer if I can
See that?
And you didn't want to take this case.
Who didn't want to take this case?
Well...
(chuckles softly)
(grunts)
Hey!
FBI!
Come on, I'm comin' in!
(grunts)
Did you not get my message?
It's Friday!
Hello?
All right!
I guess I'll be going.
(salsa music playing)
Huh.
Oh! (chuckles)
(laughs) That was good.
*
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