(horns honking)
(phone buzzes, rings)
BENNY: If something edible isn't put in front of me
in the next three minutes, I am not responsible
for what I might do.
Don't anybody shoot Benny with a tranq gun.
I just buzzed 'em in. Food's on its way up.
Ugh, food!
* Glorious food
* Hot sausage and mustard *
* Food, glorious food
* Something, something, and cus... tard. *
Hey.
DANNY: Oh, hey, Simon.
You finally come back to say good-bye?
Hey, Simple Simon,
stop ogling over the help and bring me over my grub.
(chuckles)
How have you been, Simon?
Uh, good. You know?
Just workin'.
Uh, I'm in a bit of a hurry, actually,
so...
I'll walk you out.
Quite a career path he's on.
From trial science technician to bike messenger.
(sighs)
Well, that was weird.
You know what's weird?
A guy working somewhere for four months
and then suddenly just not showing up.
You know what else is weird?
Uh, somebody dating somebody
and then, all of a sudden, they're gone.
They've moved.
Changed their number.
Don't show up for work.
E-mails bounce back.
I'm sorry.
I hope you weren't worried.
Following people online
when they don't want to be followed,
that's what I do.
Three and a half weeks is kind of a long time
to not text somebody that you care about.
(elevator bell chimes)
(doors open)
I know I-I owe you an explanation,
but... I'm trying to get this $30 bonus and, uh...
$30.
Cool. Well, don't let me waste another second of your time.
You can just have a nice life, Simon.
By the way, you look like hell.
Your eyes are bloodshot, and your hands are shaking.
Whatever you're doing, really...
keep it up. (elevator bell chimes)
I'm sorry, Cable.
*
(distant siren wailing)
* Baby, then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do *
(excited chattering)
* We could be married
* We could be married *
* Then we'd be happy
* Then we'd be happy *
(gasping) Happy birthday.
(excited chattering)
(phone buzzes, ringing)
* You know, it seems the more we talk about it *
* It only makes it worse to live without it *
* But let's talk about it
* Wouldn't it be nice? * Ooh, ooh, ooh
* Run, run, ooh
* Bah, bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah *
* Bah, bah, bah
* Good night, my baby (woman screaming)
* Sleep tight, my baby
* Good night, my baby
* Sleep tight... (siren wailing)
(elevator bell chimes)
MARISSA: $10,000
for Hamilton tickets, day of,
fourth row center, from a scalper.
It's an absolutely justifiable business expense.
I had to pay off the court clerk.
Bull, I seriously doubt the IRS will agree
that illegal bribes are deductible.
Marissa, if I don't have a list of the 75 potential jurors
that make up the jury pool at least a couple days
before I walk into that courtroom,
then all of those people on the other side of that door
can't research them and help me figure out
if I want them or not.
And since jury lists are not supposed to be shared
with either side, Exactly.
the only way that I can do
my job is to have that list.
Otherwise, I'm just guessing.
And any fool can guess. (knocking)
Come in! Bad time?
No. No, no. Perfect time.
How was the memorial service?
CABLE: Uh, I-I don't know.
I don't have anything to compare it to.
I've never had a friend die before.
Is there any way I could talk to you alone?
CABLE: I know you didn't know Simon very well.
(sighs) Cable,
a lot of assistants come through here.
It's no excuse. You know, the only reason
he left here is because he couldn't do nine-to-five.
Everything had to be his choice, all the time.
When to wake up, what to do.
Anyway, I'm sure somebody told you,
but he started working as a bike messenger.
It was kind of invented for him,
because he could just text when he felt like working.
And the other thing he started to do, actually,
about a year ago, while he was working here,
was working as a guinea pig for pharmaceutical companies,
testing new drugs.
They pay a lot of money.
And all he had to do was remember
to take one or two pills a day.
I know you really cared for him...
I was talking to some of his friends.
It turns out he was doing a trial for this company
called Dep Pharmaceutical,
testing this new kind of antidepressant called Eutaline.
The people that know Simon,
they say it was the drug that caused Simon to kill himself.
Cable, when people are grieving... They say
he completely changed on it. Even so,
it doesn't mean it made him suicidal. That man
loved life. He didn't drink, he didn't smoke, he loved the gym.
But he took pills for money.
Look, his parents want to sue.
And I told them I'd help.
And I told them I'd ask you if you'd help.
They want money?
They want answers.
And they want to make sure this drug never gets to market.
And, yes, I'm sure they want money, too.
Hmm.
Let me call Dep Pharmaceutical,
see if I can't put a meeting on the books for Benny and me.
BENNY: Nice of you to do this.
Represent someone I don't remember
on a matter I know almost nothing about
to make his parents, whom I've never met, feel better?
Yeah, I'm a peach. (chuckles)
(heels clicking) I sense our meeting is about to begin.
(door opens)
Dr. Bull, you have no idea
what a treat it is for me to meet you.
And Benjamin Colón, former ADA.
for New York County and in-house counsel for TAC.
My name is Arti Cander.
Please, have a seat.
So you know why we're here?
Absolutely.
Our cofounder and CEO, Tessa Snyder,
is beside herself about this.
You know, any time anyone who is part
of the Dep family passes,
no matter how minor their role in the company might be,
it-it saddens all of us.
You do understand we believe there's a relationship
between Mr. Jones' death
and the antidepressant he was testing for Dep.
Really? I was, uh, under the impression
that he fell off a roof. BENNY: Mm.
Jumped.
Well, this is the first I've heard
of any suicidal ideation in relationship to this drug.
Um, have you gentlemen...
have you gentlemen done your homework?
You know, if this side effect was even on our radar,
we wouldn't be doing human trials.
Um, FDA would simply not hear of it.
Now, what can I do for you?
You can shoot off a flare
and let everybody at the...
Dep family
know that we're not gonna take you at your word
that the new happy pill you're getting ready to inflict
on the general public doesn't, in fact,
make people want to shut off the lights and call it a day.
If you're looking for a settlement...
Oh, no. Thank you, Ms. Cander.
Quite the name, by the way.
Nothing like a little irony on your driver's license
to keep your mood in check.
Says the man named Bull.
Mm. Let me save you some time,
Arti, Simon's family is not gonna settle,
and there's no amount of money
that's gonna convince them otherwise.
Oh, my.
The famous Dr. Jason Bull,
expert reader of human behavior, just misread me.
We have no interest in settling.
None.
We're very happy to prove in a court of law
that this drug is perfectly safe.
It may not be safe.
A man died while taking it. Ah.
So you say.
Then court it shall be.
Excellent.
I assume you're general counsel for Dep Pharmaceutical.
Can I trouble you for a card?
I'm sorry to disappoint you, Dr. Bull,
but I'm not general counsel for Dep.
Then to whom have I been speaking?
I work for Tessa Snyder.
I'm her you.
(chuckles) Excuse me?
I'm a trial scientist, Dr. Bull.
And I very much look forward to seeing you in court.
Please, feel free to let yourselves out.
*
(Bull sighs)
(door opens) BENNY: Hey.
You gonna be joining us?
No. Go ahead without me.
BENNY: The big news is
Dep Pharmaceutical is downright anxious to go to court.
Which leads me to believe that they have rock solid
information on Simon
that they believe clears them of any culpability.
Cable?
I'm digging, but, honestly,
I don't think there's any "there" there.
I knew Simon. We all did.
Wh-What about the company itself?
This is Tessa Snyder,
the company CEO.
A competitor once described her as "a burning hot pepper
disguised as an ice cream sundae."
Wow. Can't wait to meet her.
Danny? Well, I'm trying to get a list
of the other participants in the study.
And, believe it or not, I may have a lead.
Okay. (clicks tongue)
Well, I guess we'll wait to hear from the big guy
about voir dire.
What's he doing in there?
It's not what.
It's who.
BULL: Wait a second! Isn't that London's
Arti Cander?
Is there nothing she can't do?
Graduated with honors from Oxford, then moved to D.C.
to became a lobbyist in the candy industry.
Tough job. No one likes candy.
And then decided to start all over again
and enter the trial science business.
Mm. Someone figured out how to Google.
You left out the part
where I spent three years at Georgetown
studying law and human behavior.
Oh, and you.
I forgot to mention this the other day, but
I firmly do believe that you are one
of the two best at what you do.
Wait. Is this the part where
I'm supposed to say, "But who's the other?"
Oh, you don't have to say it... just as long as you think it.
So is it true you don't use mirror jurors?
Yeah, I've never really seen the point.
It's an extrapolation once removed.
Then how do you know what the jurors are thinking?
I read them... all by myself.
You should try it sometime.
Oh, I wouldn't know where to begin.
Perhaps after I've had the opportunity to study you.
Sorry. We're not taking any new students at the moment.
I'll see you in court, Dr. Bull.
(low conversations)
BENNY: There he is.
Dr. Jason Bull, this is Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Simon's parents.
Thank you for doing this, Dr. Bull.
Well, we haven't done anything yet, but you're very welcome.
Do you mind if I steal Mr. Colón for a moment?
Excuse me.
I am totally in the dark about our approach to voir dire.
MARISSA (over earbud): That would make two of us, Bull.
Is it as simple as finding people
who feel anger towards the pharmaceutical companies?
'Cause there are plenty of those.
I wish. No.
Just because people are mad at a company
or even an entire industry doesn't mean
they're gonna side with us.
Shared experience does not equal empathy.
In fact, a lot of times, it's just the opposite.
It's called the empathy gap.
I worry that they are gonna see Simon as someone
who willingly signed up for a risky job in an industry
famous for its greed and arrogance,
and should have known better.
Mm-hmm. So, what are we looking for?
Perversely, I am thinking
of going after jurors who trust powerful corporations.
Now I'm confused.
I would've thought that's exactly who we don't want.
BULL: Think about it.
Who better to understand what happened to Simon
than someone who takes big companies at their word.
We'll tell them a story about a young man
who trusted the people he worked for,
never questioning their intentions
or their honesty till it was too late.
And hopefully, we'll shock 'em into siding with us.
Mm. Well,
at the very least, she'll never see it coming.
MARISSA: Eddie Dunn, 33 years old.
He is a toy wholesaler, so,
he depends on big manufacturers for his livelihood.
He is the poster boy for the kind of juror they think
they want and think we don't.
Excellent. This should be fun.
ATTORNEY: Say you buy a product--
sandwich bags-- you get them home,
but none of the zippers work.
What do you do? Do you drive
all the way back to the store
and make them exchange it for another box?
Do you, uh, write to the manufacturer?
Or do you just
shrug it off, throw the box away and get on with your life?
Me? I'd go back to the store.
Because? Any reputable store is gonna want
to make good on that purchase.
And so is the manufacturer, by the way.
There's nothing to be gained by angering a customer.
This juror's acceptable to the defense.
He's good, but Bull's gonna strike him.
Does the plaintiff wish to question this juror?
This juror is acceptable to the plaintiff, too, Your Honor.
Thank you.
If you have a choice, do you prefer store brand products,
or name brand products?
Most of the time, store brand.
Any particular reason why?
Bears don't use toilet paper.
And mermaids don't drink coffee.
I'm not paying for the trademark.
I'm paying for the product.
That's very clever. Mm-hmm.
Move to strike, Your Honor.
ATTORNEY: How do you feel about drug companies?
I wish their drugs cost less.
But then... I wish everything cost less.
(laughs) Hear, hear.
But notwithstanding price,
how do you feel about drug companies?
I mean, do you use prescription drugs at all?
I have a couple of prescriptions, yes.
And do they do what they're supposed to do?
Help you with the things you need them to help with? Yes.
Would you miss them if you didn't have them?
Couldn't get them?
Yes, definitely.
So back to my first question,
how do you feel about drug companies?
I guess I'm kind of grateful for them.
(mouthing): She's great.
ATTORNEY: This juror is acceptable to the defense.
And to the plaintiff, Your Honor.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a jury.
The rest of you are dismissed. (gavel bangs)
Thank you for your time.
Well, that was easy.
What are you trying to pull?
What are you talking about?
You mean the jurors?
Great minds think alike.
You look puzzled.
Can't you read me?
I'd just like to understand. That's all.
Oh, I'm sorry.
We're not taking new students at the moment.
See you in court, Ms. Cander.
(elevator bell chimes)
(sighs)
(computer beeps)
Cable.
Cable! (gasps)
BENNY: So what did you discover working
the graveyard shift?
Bunch of stuff.
A complete record of every delivery Simon ever made
for Rush City Courier.
And Danny e-mailed me that she might've found another subject
in Simon's trial, and last but not least,
my very big score-- an old friend of Simon's.
And this friend is relevant why?
I don't know. It's really a long shot.
But the funny thing is, I didn't even find him on the Internet.
I dug up his application from when he worked here,
and under emergency contact, he put this guy.
His name is Tom Greaver.
Never mentioned him to me
the whole time we knew each other, but
put someone as your emergency contact,
they've got to know a lot about you.
Hmm. You should come to court.
We're there because of you.
MRS. JONES: Simon and I
were incredibly close.
We spoke twice a week-- Mondays and Thursdays.
He always called me.
7:30 at night.
You could set your clock by it.
And then one Thursday, um,
a little over two months ago, my phone didn't ring,
so I worried.
And finally,
despite my better judgment, I called him.
Did he answer?
Yes and no.
How do you mean?
It was Simon, but it wasn't my Simon.
He just sounded different.
Muted.
Like some part of him had disappeared
or... been put away.
And did you know at this point
that he had started the Dep drug trial three days earlier?
No.
I just knew something was different.
And not for the better.
Your witness.
Earth to TAC.
Tell me what you see.
MARISSA: Well, because of the strategy
you're using of starting with jurors
who are predisposed to trust big companies,
you're at a disadvantage coming out of the box.
You began the morning with ten red jurors
and only two green ones.
And that hasn't changed.
But she doesn't know that.
You mean Arti? How could she?
ATTORNEY: Our condolences, Mrs. Jones.
You said your son seemed, uh,
different that day.
He did. Did he mention
to you that he had quit his job?
No, he did not.
Did he mention to you that he decided instead
to become a bike messenger?
No, he did not.
And you've already testified that he hadn't confided in you
that he was participating in a drug trial.
So isn't it a bit... disingenuous
to talk about how close you were?
And couldn't it be that the reason
he sounded-- what word did you use?-- muted was because
he was keeping so many secrets from you?
BENNY: Objection!
The counselor has asked two questions in a row
without letting the witness answer.
Sustained.
Mr. Hansen, if you could please ask one question
and wait for the witness to answer.
Mrs. Jones, do you have any education
or certification or training of any kind
that allows you to hypothesize
from hearing someone's voice on the phone
whether they have been affected in any way
by a medication they might have taken?
No, I do not.
No further questions.
There is so little movement here, I'm starting to wonder
if we're having a systems failure.
I'm trying to put a good face on this, but you're not helping.
(crowd chatter)
Kevin? Kevin Wright?
Hi. Um, can I ask you some questions
about a clinical trial you participated in?
You were in the Dep Pharmaceutical
antidepressant trial, yeah?
That was supposed to be confidential.
It's not something I'm really anxious
for people to know about.
I'm sorry if I startled you.
It's just...
one of the other participants, Simon Jones, died.
Committed suicide, actually.
I'm just trying to figure out what happened.
Did you know each other well?
Uh, we never really hung out or anything, but...
we ended up in a lot of the same trials.
Once you do one, and you see how easy it is,
how much money they pay...
We were both what they call healthy volunteers,
and there was a big demand for that, so...
I'm sorry. Uh, my head is spinning.
It's a shock.
Well, forgive me. What's a healthy volunteer?
Uh, people who don't have the illness
the drug is being tested for.
Got it.
Well, last question.
Why did you drop out of the study?
KEVIN: When I'm not working at the gym,
I'm training for marathons.
I try to do six to eight miles a day.
Been doing it for years.
But a couple of days after I started the Dep trial, I...
I don't know. I...
I started having these feelings of... dread.
I was supposed to fly to Chicago for a friend's wedding.
Couldn't get on the plane.
Became convinced that it was gonna crash.
And that same weekend-- I think it was Saturday morning--
I couldn't get out of bed.
Just skipped training altogether, and I never do that.
But then the next day, Sunday,
I'm running across Brooklyn Bridge,
and I'm staring down at the water,
and the next thing I know, I stop
and I'm figuring out how to get over the rail
and onto the crossbeam so I can jump,
because that's what my body wants to do.
It wants to fall.
It wants to be in the water.
It wants to never come back up.
But I stopped myself. I...
sat down there right on the bridge,
tried to breathe.
Called my parents.
I didn't want to die,
but my mind was telling me to let go.
There's nothing scarier than realizing your brain
is plotting against you.
No further questions, Your Honor.
MARISSA: Ah, things are looking up.
Two of theirs just became two of ours.
(speaking low, indistinctly)
JUDGE: Does the defense have any questions for the witness?
HANSEN: Morning, sir.
Do you recognize this document?
I-I do.
It's a consent form I signed
to participate in the Dep Pharmaceutical trial.
And, uh, is this your signature
at the bottom of it?
It is.
And, uh, can you tell us the purpose
of the mandatory washout period?
It's mentioned in the third paragraph there.
It's, uh, the period of time between drug trials.
It's something the companies insist on.
It exists to make sure their drugs don't interact
with someone else's drugs from an earlier trial.
I think we've just been "Candered."
HANSEN: And on this form you signed,
how long is the specified washout period?
It specifies 30 days.
30 days.
And what were you doing 27 days
before you started the Dep Pharmaceutical trial?
Remember, you are under oath.
Well, I was doing a lot of things.
But, uh, one of them was, I was finishing up
the Manhattan Hill Medical painkiller trial.
Last day, last dose.
And do you happen to know if Simon Jones
was in that trial as well?
Um, yes, he was.
What drug trial are they talking about?
Where are they getting this
and why don't we have it?
HANSEN: Is 27 days the same thing as 30 days?
KEVIN: Of course not. HANSEN: Then how do you know
it wasn't the interaction of the painkiller
with the antidepressant that caused
the suicidal ideation the two of you experienced?
Because... I know.
Look, we've done so many of these things.
And it's... everyone does it.
No further questions.
I don't understand. You interviewed Kevin. DANNY: Yeah.
Obviously he didn't tell me that he and Simon
weren't living up to their consent form agreements. BULL: Well.
And there was no way of knowing about the other drug trial.
Drug trials in the research stages of pre-FDA approval
don't need to be reported.
Well, Dep knew about it. BENNY: No.
My guess is, Manhattan Hill Medical tipped them off.
These drug companies are fiercely competitive,
but they don't like the idea of being taken to the cleaners
by some guinea pig that they use to pay chump change
to test their new products.
Where are we with the jurors?
Ten against us, two for us.
There's no movement at all?
Sometimes it goes to 11 against us.
How about that emergency contact guy? Tom?
Tom Greaver. I can't find him.
Nor can I.
He's virtually invisible online.
What about tracking down other participants in Simon's trial?
(scoffs) We're all trying.
Okay. Who is, uh, our next witness, counselor?
We, uh, really don't have one.
Terrific.
Tomorrow morning when we rest our non-case,
the only mystery will be,
is the defense gonna have a field day toying with us,
or will they be humane and ask for an immediate dismissal?
I'm sorry, Dr. Bull.
I never should have come to you with this.
Well, that's why I normally make it a point
not to work on behalf of immature slackers
who quit without notice,
lie without giving it a second thought,
and jump off rooftops without any regard
for the people they leave behind.
But that's just me.
(sniffles)
(door closes)
(knocking on glass) He's busy.
(door opens, footsteps approaching)
Pretty, uh...
Pretty savage out there, huh?
I don't like to lose.
The case or the girl?
Oh, please.
No. You didn't do us any favors with the jury.
Only people who trust corporations? That...
That is a hell of a mountain to climb
when you're trying to prove corporate malfeasance.
And don't try to tell me it wasn't for that girl.
"I'm Dr. Bull. Here...
"I'll give you the jurors that you want,
and I'll still beat you, right?"
You happy now?
You rode to the rescue and reminded me
there's plenty of blame to go around.
Benny the hero.
Now leave me alone.
I'm preparing for tomorrow.
(door opens)
(gavel bangs)
JUDGE: Mr. Hansen, call your first witness.
HANSEN: The defense would like
to call Tom Greaver to the stand.
How the hell did they find him? (door closes)
The more important question is... why?
TOM: We met in college.
Liked all the same stuff--
drinking beers, listening to music.
Drinking beers?
You know, on Simon's consent form,
he said that he doesn't drink.
Well, this was a long time ago.
We were 18.
I'm pretty sure he was telling the truth.
In fact, I'm certain of it.
And what makes you so certain?
Did something happen?
Yeah.
Around the same time, freshman year,
Simon OD'd on heroin.
(gasps) (shocked murmuring)
Oh, my God.
No.
Happened at my house.
He came home with me one weekend.
My mom was an emergency room nurse
and she saved him by giving him Narcan.
No one ever knew.
There was no record.
I know his parents never knew.
After that...
...he just went completely sober.
No drugs, no alcohol, no nothing.
You think the overdose was intentional?
Objection. Counselor calling for speculation.
I'll withdraw the question.
Yeah, but he can't withdraw the inference.
She's good, damn it.
She's killing us.
She is representing her client like a pit bull,
and she's not gonna let a pesky thing
like the truth stand in her way.
MARISSA: Bull, I'm sorry to interrupt,
but we just went to 12 red jurors.
(computer beeps) Yes! Yes, I got it.
I got it.
Tell them to request a recess, a break.
I found him.
I found Tom Greaver.
He changed his name.
So we misdirect here, then we...
BENNY: Cable.
Thank you for these.
I'm really glad you came.
Yeah.
Hope it makes a difference.
Oh, I think it might.
I'm glad you came, too.
And if I was harsh last night...
Oh, you were.
But we've been together a while,
so I know it's only because you care.
I hate to lose.
Let's go with yours.
BENNY: That was, uh...
quite a fascinating story you told
about your friend Simon just before we adjourned.
It wasn't a story.
I didn't mean to imply anything, Mr. Greaver.
But I am curious.
Your mom kept Narcan at home?
Well, like I said, she was an emergency room nurse.
Still...
was she anticipating your best friend suffering an overdose
or was she just the best prepared mom on the block?
Objection. Calls for speculation,
and counselor's tone is provocative.
I'll withdraw the question.
Now, if I wanted
to corroborate this story, who can I speak to?
Say, your mom, or...?
Unfortunately, she passed four years ago.
I'm so sorry to hear that.
Okay. All right. So-so-so let's review.
Your mother's no longer with us.
Simon is no longer with us.
Really, the only person that we can rely on
regarding the truthfulness of the story is-is you.
Isn't that correct?
Yeah. I suppose that's true.
The only reason I mention it, is...
we can't find any history whatsoever on Simon,
with regard to drug use.
None.
But there is quite a dossier on a fellow named Tom Belmond,
who went to college with you and Simon.
Arrests for, uh, possession.
Arrests for sales of narcotics.
Three hospitalizations
for overdoses, and then,
ultimately, of course, expulsion.
BULL: What's that sound?
Is that the sound of jurors starting to move?
Do you happen to know a Tom Belmond?
I'm-I'm sorry.
I-I didn't hear your response.
You ever hear of a Tom Belmond?
I see, you're-you're having trouble with this.
Okay. All right. I-I'll make it a little easier for you.
Aren't you Tom Belmond?
Objection. Is the attorney asking questions
or making third party pronouncements?
Sustained.
Ask a question, counselor.
I'm sorry, Your Honor.
You just got back your two jurors from yesterday.
I feel the wind shifting. BENNY: Didn't you change your name
from Tom Belmond to Tom Greaver precisely,
so you can avoid having to mention
your arrest history, your history with drugs,
while seeking employment and housing...
I wanted a fresh start, okay?
I made a lot of mistakes as a kid, but...
MARISSA: One more just came over.
We are now at nine red and three green. BENNY: And isn't it true
your mother smuggled Narcan out of the emergency room,
not because she was worried about Simon,
who had no interest in drugs,
but because she was terrified
that her own son might overdose one day?
Objection. And the story
about Simon Jones attempting to commit suicide
eight years ago with heroin was just that.
It was just a story, right? Objection.
Again, these are pronouncements, not questions, Your Honor.
One more green light.
They've got eight, and we've got four.
Now the fun really begins.
Well, then, here's the question: how much did Dep pay you
to take the stand and perjure yourself today,
Mr. Greaver or Mr. Belmond,
or whoever you say you are?! Objection,
Your Honor. Sustained.
No problem, Your Honor.
Question withdrawn. (galley murmuring)
I think I'd rather not know.
No further questions, please.
How's that for an inference?
MARISSA: Now we've got five,
and they've got seven.
BULL: Nice work.
JUDGE: Court will resume tomorrow morning. (gavel bangs)
Read any good jurors lately?
Well, yes, I have.
And I suspect that you have, too.
But we both know that I'm reading
more good jurors than you are, Dr. Bull,
so stop trying to play with me.
Although, I suspect
that at some point, we might get to that, too.
(traffic sounds)
(pounding on door)
Hi. Sorry to bother you.
I'm looking for Edgar Paulson?
CHUNK: Mr. Paulson's name
is on a list of people who participated
in a drug trial that we're investigating.
(chuckles): It took me a while to track him down.
Is there any way I could speak to him?
I'm sorry. Uh, Mr. Paulson's no longer with us.
Is there any way you could share a forwarding address?
Some way to contact him?
Mr. Paulson hung himself
about three and a half weeks ago.
(exhales)
I'm so sorry.
I had no idea.
I actually checked all the names on this list
for deaths and hospitalizations.
I don't know how that got past me.
I'm sure it'll show up shortly.
The woman who took care of him,
she struck me as very thorough.
A woman?
Well, someone he worked with. Or for.
She would stop by here.
Make sure he took his medicine.
Gave him money occasionally.
She stopped by to see him the morning we found him.
She was terribly upset.
Took care of all the details.
Even paid for his cremation.
Would you happen to have her name? This woman?
TESSA: My name is Tessa Snyder.
I am Chief Executive Officer for Dep Pharmaceutical.
Have been for about three years now.
And can you tell the jury
what we're doing here today?
And by that I mean we all know drug companies
face legal actions like this all the time.
Usually they're settled out of court.
But why did you, a young CEO, choose to fight this out
in a public forum? BULL: Nice move.
She's turning the very fact that we're suing her client
into a laudable thing in the eyes of the jury.
I may steal that.
One, this company has an unblemished record
with regard to drug and testing safety.
And two, this new drug--
the first created under my leadership--
is truly a pharmaceutical miracle
for people who suffer from depression.
I welcomed the opportunity to tell the court,
the jury, the world, about it.
And can you tell the jury
why you conduct
these clinical trials?
Well, the first thing you need to know
is I got into this business to help ease
human suffering.
I mention that
because I need you to know how deeply sorry I am
for the Jones family's loss.
BULL: Excellent segue. Nicely written.
Nicely performed.
Having said that,
we did nothing wrong.
Simon was screened.
The fact that he was not completely truthful
is not something we can control.
MARISSA: Just so you know,
our mirror jury is loving her.
How can you not?
And while we need to do better
to ferret out the liars,
we can't let it stop our work.
These clinical trials exist for the greater good.
Without them,
there wouldn't be medical innovations and discoveries,
new cures for everything
from reproductive health to cancer.
BULL: Something's going on.
She's targeting juror three. Why?
Well, she's one of our greens, and she just went red.
Her friend recently passed from cancer.
Wow. This woman will do anything to win.
Reminds me of me.
BENNY: Good morning, Ms. Snyder.
Isn't it true that one of the major problems
these clinical trials face is recruiting subjects?
I mean... I can't believe that there's lots of people
who are willing to put untested drugs into their bodies
for whatever you're willing to pay them.
Well, it's certainly a lot easier
to find subjects who suffer from whatever condition
we're trying to target.
Yes.
It can be incredibly difficult
finding healthy volunteers.
Truly healthy volunteers.
BENNY: And yet, until this drug, until this lawsuit,
your company had a rare spotless record.
None of the healthy volunteers
in the 50 so years
that the company has been in existence ever...
filed a claim or sought a settlement.
Is that why
you decided to hide the other suicide
amongst the ten healthy volunteers?
(shocked murmuring)
I love that sound.
Me, too.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Well, does the name Edgar Paulson ring a bell?
Edgar Paulson?
A 62-year-old homeless man
with dubious mental acuity
who, up until the point that he hung himself,
was living at the Light Mission Homeless Shelter?
Is that Dep Pharmaceutical's idea
of a healthy volunteer?
MARISSA: Things are looking greener and greener over here.
I think you're mistaken.
Mr. Paulson was in absolutely fine...
physical and mental shape.
He had fallen on hard times financially,
and that had taken a toll on his disposition.
But from a purely clinical standpoint,
Mr. Paulson was an ideal subject.
Additionally, he finished the trial successfully.
Anything that may have befallen him after that...
Six days after that?
Again, Mr. Paulson
suffered from crushing financial problems.
I can only speculate that that may be why he took his own life.
There's no causation there. Ah.
I guess we'll never know, will we, Ms. Snyder?
Since you conveniently paid for the body to be cremated.
(shocked murmuring)
Objection.
Relevance.
Doesn't get more relevant than that.
But please ask the witness a question
as opposed to simply making a statement.
Yes. Ms. Snyder,
did you or did you not
arrange for the cremation of Mr. Edgar Paulson
once you realized he had killed himself
after a one month course of your new drug?
(whispering)
Ms. Snyder?
BULL: Three...
two...
...one.
Your Honor, would it be possible to ask for a brief recess
so the sides could meet privately
for a short discussion?
Can you say "settlement"?
JUDGE: This court will take a 90 minute recess.
(gavel bangs)
(gallery murmuring)
(gentle piano music plays in background)
(door opens)
(door closes) BULL: Oh.
There you are.
Here I am. Oh.
Miss? Uh, your oldest Scotch. Neat.
And a glass of water, please.
Okay. (chuckles)
(sighs)
You read my mind.
But, then again, that's what you do.
And you do it very well, by the way.
I, uh...
I need you to know something.
I didn't bribe that friend of Simon's.
I'm not saying
that I didn't sense that something might be afoot, but...
I need you to know something.
In the same way you inferred, without saying as much,
that Simon attempted suicide with heroin--
even though I strongly suspect that's not what happened--
Benny and I
decided to infer a little something
that we had no way of knowing was true.
Maybe someone bribed him.
Maybe someone didn't.
We took a shot.
Thank you.
Great minds.
Here's to seeing you again.
Knowing better next time.
I already rue the day.
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