Previously on Bull...
Where's Astrid? He took her. He had a gun.
Where's my daughter?
I bet you don't even remember who I am.
They nearly took everything from us, didn't they?
Look, if you're gonna ask if I'm okay,
Marissa, I'm gonna throw something.
Come on! What are you afraid of?
Let our client speak!
Dr. Bull, please leave my courtroom,
or I'll have you removed.
I know you have been through a lot,
brother, and I feel for you, I do,
but you're off your game.
Best you get it back.
Sarah! Get back here!
Sarah!
Oh!
Sarah!
Jackson. Please.
Help!
You can't leave me.
Jackson, please. Jackson.
I told you, you're mine!
Jackson, no! Please!
Kind of addictive, huh?
Totally.
Last night, I ordered a pie from Joe's,
cracked open a bottle of rosé, binged the entire docuseries.
I had Mauricio. I couldn't start doing my homework
until this morning, and now I can't stop.
You guys are eating this show up like it's candy.
You know it's about a real girl, right? She's dead.
You're right. It's easy
to get sucked in.
These shows are really just sensationalizing
some family's worst tragedy.
At least all the hoopla over this one led to that new witness
coming forward, the police finding Sarah's body after
all these years.
Do you think Jackson Martin did it?
Well, sounds like he had a nasty temper.
His girlfriend dumped him
in front of all their friends, humiliated him.
And she died that night.
Odds are he did it.
Our potential client, Jackson Martin, is here.
It's kind of weird seeing him in person
after just thinking of him as a villain in a TV show.
If he is innocent, I feel sorry for him.
I mean, how must it feel to have
the whole world think of you as... a monster?
You think the Prince of Park Avenue feels that
up in his penthouse?
I was doing the dishes
when she left that night.
I remember watching her fr... from the kitchen window.
She got in Jackson's car,
she gave me a little wave,
and then she was gone.
Jackson Martin just arrived.
You think you know what a bad day is,
but until your child is taken from you,
you don't have a clue what bad truly is.
Bull?
Client's here.
Okay. Great.
When Sarah disappeared, it didn't feel real at first.
Then she didn't come home,
and it felt really real. Really.
I mean, years went by.
There was always a question, a... hole.
Just became a part of my life, you know?
And just as I thought I'd accepted it,
along comes Hollywood.
You know, when that show first hit,
friends dropped me.
People were accosting me in the street.
I thought my life couldn't get any worse.
And then you were arrested for the murder
of your high school girlfriend.
I promise, I had nothing to do with Sarah's disappearance.
The evidence does not look good for you,
Mr. Martin.
Your girlfriend was found buried
at the Staten Island hotel property that your family owns.
I never even set foot on that property
until I started running the company after my father passed.
And then there are the fragments of your sweatshirt
that were found with Sarah's body,
with your football number on it, with your blood on it.
How do you explain that?
I probably got blood on it during practice.
Sarah used to wear my sweatshirt all the time.
She must've had it that night.
Well, here's another problem.
The docuseries has photos of Sarah from that night,
the night of the party when she disappeared,
and she is not wearing your sweatshirt
in any of those photos.
And it's not just the hard evidence that points to you.
You're the only person the police ever identified
as having a motive to harm Sarah.
Plus, there are multiple witnesses from the party
that claim that they saw the two of you get into a huge fight
where you got so angry,
you kicked a table across the room.
Look, Sarah broke up with me that night.
We'd been together for three years.
It caught me off guard. I was drunk, and I was pissed off.
But I took my anger out on the coffee table, not on Sarah.
I would never hurt her. I loved her.
Despite what this has done to my life,
I'm glad that they found her body.
It's been 22 years.
She deserves a proper burial.
And her mom deserves closure.
Sorry.
Where's Astrid? I don't know.
He took her. He had a gun.
Who? Who took Astrid?
I don't know. You have to answer.
Where's my daughter? Where's my daughter?
Sorry. Sorry. It's my...
my brother Billy.
Caught a flight
the second he found out I was arrested.
Probably just calling to let me know he's okay.
According to the police report, you claimed
to have left the party before Sarah.
Where'd you go?
Uh, Billy and I went out to the Hamptons.
Our parents have a vacation home out there.
Drank a bottle of whiskey, fell asleep on the couch.
In the morning, we drove back into Manhattan.
That's when our dad told us that Sarah was missing.
And your brother will testify to that?
Yes. Absolutely.
You have to answer.
If you call the police, your daughter dies.
Do you think you can help me, Dr. Bull?
I need a minute.
Bull?
He's having a moment.
Hey.
Izzy warned me about that chow mein for lunch.
This case--
maybe it's not a good fit right now.
I get why you wanted to meet with Jackson Martin.
It's a high-profile trial.
It could bring a lot of media attention to TAC.
Not to mention, the man has money.
But there are a lot of other cases out there.
A missing girl who wound up dead--
it's just too soon after Astrid's kidnapping, Bull.
His ringtone's the same as the kidnapper's burner phone.
It just...
Okay. I'm gonna tell him we're passing.
I'll say our case load is too heavy right now.
When he refers to Sarah, he says she disappeared.
Never says "murdered." He says "disappeared."
Why does that matter?
He's still processing her death.
If he had murdered her 22 years ago, he...
he wouldn't be referring to her as if she were still alive.
I think he's innocent.
I'm not letting some ringtone...
...keep me from doing my job.
We're taking this case.
♪
Here they come.
Jackson.
Jackson Martin, over here.
Jackson, is it true that you filed a defamation lawsuit
against Vanessa Voss,
the producer of When Rich Boys Kill?
No, that's right.
The Prince Of Park Avenue
sicced his high-priced legal team on me.
But truth is an absolute defense to defamation,
and the truth here is
that Jackson Martin murdered Sarah Norris.
The legal system is not gonna let him get away with murder.
Ms. Voss may call her show a docuseries,
but its goal is to entertain,
to manipulate facts in order to get the best story,
to get the best ratings.
And I'm not interested in ratings.
I'm interested in justice.
Justice for Sarah Norris,
who tragically lost her life 22 years ago.
And justice for Jackson Martin,
who is also innocent, but is being vilified by Vanessa Voss
just so she can make money off her serialized piece
of fiction. Thank you.
Vanessa, statement, please. Miss Voss, care to comment?
This all the discovery from the defamation suit?
Yeah. We got all their raw footage and research.
Bad news is, most of it makes Jackson look guilty.
Now, see, why you always got to greet me with bad news?
Okay, see, now you're making me want
to keep my good news to myself.
No, no, no. Please, I need some. Hit me.
It's more of a theory, but I think I may have figured out
how Jackson's bloody sweatshirt could've wound up
buried with Sarah.
Okay. What am I looking at?
Her purse.
The night Sarah was murdered, no one remembers
her wearing Jackson's sweatshirt, right?
Maybe that's because she had it in her purse.
I don't go anywhere without some kind of sweater in my bag.
Girls get cold.
When Sarah left the party, she was walking home.
Maybe she got cold, pulled the sweatshirt
out of her bag and put it on.
That's good.
I think I can put that in front of a jury.
That is, if I can get a fair jury.
Everybody and their dog has watched
that damn show.
It's New York. It's a sophisticated city.
I'm sure there are plenty of people
who wouldn't bother with that kind of trash TV.
Good morning. Show of hands--
who here has seen the docuseries When Rich Boys Kill?
Well,
this is going to be like looking
for the least stinky T-shirt in a bag of dirty laundry.
Never done it. Don't like the idea of it.
Well, hold your nose. Chunk's diving in.
You, sir--
you didn't watch the series.
Is there any other reason
you may have already formed an opinion
about my client's guilt or innocence?
He's on trial for murder.
Where there's smoke there's fire.
Your Honor, we would like to thank and excuse this juror.
Juror number nine,
after watching When Rich Boys Kill,
did you form an opinion about my client's
guilt or innocence?
I don't watch many of these types of shows.
I think most of them are too salacious.
But this one was a true documentary.
The producers really did their research.
And it's pretty clear Jackson killed that girl.
She's embarrassed by how much she enjoyed the show.
Highly educated, with a serious job,
I would think?
Cecilia Williams, 30. She has a BA
and a Master's degree in anthropology from Cornell.
She's a Ph.D. candidate
at Columbia.
Hmm. So her intellect
is her identity.
I wonder how much
she likes it when someone proves her wrong?
Growing up, did you believe in Santa Claus?
Every kid believes in Santa.
And how did you feel when your parents told you
that Santa wasn't real?
They didn't tell me. A classmate did.
And how did that make you feel?
Like a fool.
All the other kids knew he was fake but me.
I had a hard time believing anything my parents told me
for a while after that.
What, you think Cecilia's gonna be mad
when she finds out the docuseries didn't tell
the whole story, like she believes?
I'm counting on it.
♪
Marissa!
Okay, Astrid is down for the count.
Last text of the night, I swear it is.
It's fine.No, it's not, actually.
Mm.
When I was pregnant,
I read every single baby book I could get my hands on.
I mean, books on sleep training
and breastfeeding and how to raise
an emotionally healthy child, but...
...there's no book on how to be normal
after your child has been kidnapped.
Are we gonna need another bottle?
So, how does, um... how does Jason seem?
At work, I mean.
Does... does he seem like he's back to normal?
Uh, you should ask him.
Of course.
I am sorry.
I didn't mean to put you in the middle of anything.
It's okay.
I can't believe we've never done this before.
I know.
It is so nice to just... hang out.
Mm.
So, I had a... pretty interesting call yesterday.
Do tell.
Well, after I sold my company
last year, I put feelers out to let people know I was looking.
Anyway, have you ever heard of Shimmer Health & Wellness?
My bathroom looks like a Sephora.
I happen to know a thing or two
about the health and beauty industry.
Well...
they're looking to bring in a new CEO.
They should be so lucky.
What does Bull think?
I haven't told him yet.
He'll be supportive.
And that's a problem?
I don't know if I'm ready
to go back to work after what happened.
I mean, who would I trust to watch Astrid?
I mean, I chose a bar around the corner from our apartment,
and I've already texted my husband five times
to make sure she's okay.
Can I give you a little advice
that my Grandmother Amalia used to give me?
Just 'cause you go on a date
does not mean you have to get married.
Take the meeting.
Every witness the prosecutor's gonna put on the stand today
is there to try to establish one thing-- that you have a temper.
Listen, whatever anyone says in that courtroom,
your job is to not react.
Because if you give that jury an excuse
to believe anything that they hear, it...
Ah.
It's Billy. I think he's trying
to find us. Excuse me.
Turn around!
Billy. Hey. Sorry.
The security line was crazy. Thanks.
Uh, Mr. Palmer, Dr. Bull,
this is my brother Billy. Good to meet you.
Thank you for taking on my brother's case.
Glad you could make it.
Yeah, um, we should really get in there.
Yeah? This way.
You coming?
Give me a minute.
Yes. I played football with Jackson
during our junior and senior years of high school.
Did you witness Jackson Martin
having any anger issues during that time?
Yeah, Jackson lost his temper
at football practice plenty of times.
He could be a real hothead. How so?
He'd yell,
he'd rough you up on the field.
Things had to go his way, or he went ballistic.
Juror number nine is devouring
everything Reed's saying.
Did you ever see him lose his temper with Sarah Norris?
Yes.
I'll never forget it.
There was this one time the two of them got into it
in the hallway, and I don't know
what she did to tick him off,
but he pushed her up against a locker, hard,
and he was screaming at her an inch from her face.
Dude was unhinged.
Nothing further.
You graduated over 20 years ago from high school.
Is that correct?
Yeah. Yes.
Are you certain that you're remembering
the confrontation correctly?
I mean, it was a long time ago, right?
I'm positive.
Memory's like a vault.
A vault. O-Okay.
Your Honor, I would like to enter into evidence Exhibit A.
Yeah, Sarah and Jackson fought sometimes.
Um, I think I remember them yelling at each other
in the halls at school once.
Was that it?
Sarah and Jackson were just yelling? Nothing else?
No, I don't think so.
Do you recall this portion of your interview
for the When Rich Boys Kill docuseries?
Yeah.
It's interesting. They didn't include this part in the series.
Let's-let's watch a little bit more.
Are you sure, Reed?
Because another classmate remembers it differently.
Oh, yeah? What did they say?
Let's cut.
For the record, the video cuts out
at 10:14 a.m.
For the record,
the time code now reads 11:07 a.m.
Jackson and Sarah got into it
in the halls at school one time.
I don't know what she did to tick him off,
but Jackson went crazy on Sarah.
He pushed her up against the locker, hard,
and he was screaming at her an inch from her face.
Dude was unhinged.
What happened during that 53 minutes, Mr. Johnson?
Why did you remember the fight
between Sarah and Jackson differently?
Um, I-I don't know. I don't remember.
Oh. Now you don't remember?
Did the producer of the docuseries,
Ms. Vanessa Voss,
coach you to remember the fight differently?
I don't remember.
Like a vault, huh?
No further questions, Your Honor.
You think juror number nine feels as betrayed
about the docuseries as she did about Santa?
Well,
Rudolph's red nose is starting to fade.
Jackson! Okay. Just keep walking.
Keep walking. Where's your car? Justice for Sarah!
There it is right there. Okay, just keep moving.
Okay. All right. Murderer!
I know you killed that girl.
I know you killed that girl. Didn't touch her.
I know you killed her. All right. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Watch it. Watch it. Like knocking women around,
tough guy? Hey, hey, hey.
Back off! Take it easy. Let's go.
Don't touch me, man. You're guilty!
Hey! No, no, no. Move it!
Move it! Move it! I'm sorry. Sorry.
Get in the car! Keep moving.
Get in the car! You're going down, Jackson!
Wow. Looks like Jackson Martin
has a violent temper after all. Give him the chair!
Wanted to see me? Yeah.
Check this out.
Oh. Hmm.
He's got a solid right hook for a pretty boy.
You so sure he didn't use this on Sarah Norris?
You don't like him, do you?
Does it matter?
I guess not.
This is already at 200,000 hits and climbing.
I can't risk having Jackson getting provoked again.
I want you on him, starting tomorrow.
You want me to babysit this guy?
I know he's been accused of murder, but if
that makes you uncomfortable, I can hire security.
Please. I was undercover
with the Vega brothers for almost a year.
I think I can handle the Prince of Park Avenue.
Oh, by the way, don't say that
to his...To his face. Yeah, got it.
I was the lead detective on the original case back in '99.
Back then, we didn't have Sarah's body,
so it was a missing person's case.
But after 48 hours,
a girl like that, from a good home--
she didn't seem like the kind of girl
that would just take off like that, so,
you just know.
And at the time, did you have a prime suspect?
Jackson Martin, the boyfriend.
They'd had a nasty public break-up.
Unfortunately, I only had one opportunity to interview him.
Why is that?
Well, his father, Lyle Martin,
paid a visit to my lieutenant.
He was in the office for about an hour.
After he left, my lieutenant informed me
that Jackson is no longer a suspect
in Sarah's disappearance.
Did he give you a reason why?
No, but about a week later,
my lieutenant leaves for a two-week vacation to Cancún.
You tell me how he can afford to do that
on a cop's salary.
Objection, Your Honor.
This is speculation.
Maybe the lieutenant was a good saver,
went off on one of those time-share gambits.
Detective Paz has no way of knowing.
I get it, Counselor.
Sustained.
Stick to the facts, Detective.
Other than the timing
of Lyle Martin's visit and your lieutenant's vacation,
was there any other fact that made you think
those two events were connected?
Yes, there was.
A week after my lieutenant came back from his family trip,
his wife stopped by the office to take him to lunch.
She had a keychain from the Martin Hotel in Cancún.
They didn't stay at a time-share.
Objection, Your Honor, not only
is this blatant speculation, it's highly inflammatory.
Overruled.
I'll allow it this time.
The jury can draw their own conclusions.
We've just lost juror number nine.
Yeah, not just number nine.
I am looking at the Red Sea right now.
Did you know that Dad paid off that lieutenant?
No, I had no idea.
Okay, let's not do this here.
So to avoid another incident,
my investigator, Danny James, is gonna meet us at the back door
and drive you home.
Billy, I'm putting you on the stand tomorrow.
Your alibi now is more important than ever.
So Dr. Bull and I want to take you straight
to TAC and prep you. Is that okay?
Of course.
You lied to me. Mrs. Norris...
All those years when you swore to me
that you... you didn't hurt her?
I didn't. I swear to you...Don't you dare
lie to me again.
If you didn't hurt my Sarah,
then why did your dad pay off the police?
And you-- how much of Daddy's money are you getting?
I hope it's worth letting my daughter's killer go free.
I'm done. Let's go.
Jamie Fraser is the King of Men.
He's by far the sexiest Outlander character. Full stop.
Come on. Show Frank some love.
The man is brilliant and loyal.
He's in denial.
Admit it. That is totally hot.
Frank isn't good enough to iron Jamie's kilt.
Frank is so damn loyal, he's a lapdog.
Who stays with a woman
who doesn't love him and is carrying another man's baby?
Oh, hell no.
Hey. Think that hat makes you incognito?
I'm hungry.
Order DoorDash.
I am going nuts up there,
watching my life play out on a 24/7 news cycle.
You see that van at the end of the street?
That's TMZ.
They're just waiting for someone
to provoke you so that they can get a fresh new story
for their news cycle.
Well, I only see one solution to the problem we're having.
I didn't know what you liked,
so I got one of everything.
Hmm. Spendy.
What was that?
Nothing. Just, um, whatever's good.
You planning on whipping out a search warrant?
Because the police already came through here.
They did a pretty thorough job of it.
Just doing my thing.
That Bolognese?
Yeah.
Hmm.
You think I did it, don't you?
I mean, hey, I get it.
Even my own father thought I did.
You really didn't know about your dad paying off that cop?
You know, it's bad enough
strangers think that I killed Sarah.
But knowing my dad died believing that?
Uh-oh. Damn it.
Oh, I got some soda water in the fridge.
Is that you and your dad?
Yeah. He was my hero.
What's going on with your shoulder there?
Oh, I messed it up pretty bad.
Torn rotator cuff.
Had to sit out the rest of the football season.
It happened during the game?
After. I got in a fight with the QB from the other team.
When people say I was a hothead in high school,
they're not wrong.
I never touched Sarah.
Never.
But I could be a bit of a dick back then.
And now?
Well, I'm not Gandhi,
but I'm not the same guy I was back then.
Sarah disappeared a few weeks after that fight.
I guess losing her gave me a little perspective
as to what's worth getting worked up over.
You know?
If your brother didn't kill Sarah Norris,
then why did your father pay off the police lieutenant?
I don't believe he did pay him off.
That's just one cop's speculation.
Because it's a fact
that your father went to the police station, and soon after,
the police dropped the investigation into Jackson.
Isn't... isn't that correct?
I guess.
Never say "I guess."
You need to be firm in all of your answers.
Anything that sounds like a hedge,
and the jury is going to start losing trust.
Okay. Thanks.
Uh,
my father hated scandal,
gossip.
I believe he went to the lieutenant to talk to him,
to quiet these false rumors about my brother.
That's all.
Billy, where were you the night Sarah was murdered?
A bunch of us from school were at a party that night,
in the Village.
But after Sarah broke up with Jackson,
he wanted to get out of there, so I drove him out
to our vacation home in the Hamptons.
We had some whiskey and a few beers,
and passed out on the sofas there.
And Jackson was with you for the rest of the night?
Yes. Are you sure?
'Cause you admit you had a lot to drink that night.
Whiskey, beer? Isn't that correct?
Yes.That can put you into a pretty deep sleep.
Maybe while you were sleeping, Jackson got to thinking
about how angry he was with Sarah for dumping him,
and he decided to do something about it.
And then he snuck back in
before you even knew the difference.
No way.
I-I would've woken up.
The gravel on our driveway out there is super loud.
And, besides, Jackson wouldn't have hurt Sarah.
He just never would've.
How do you know that?
I just know.
I... I know my brother.
And I saw his face when I got home from work the next day.
When he told me Sarah was missing,
he was completely white, like a ghost.
I... I had never seen him that upset.
Jackson told you Sarah was missing
after you got home from work?
Yeah. When I got home from the club where I caddied.
He told me what happened.
That's interesting, 'cause Jackson told us
your father told the both of you
at the same time when you got back from the Hamptons.
You weren't with Jackson that night, were you?
It-it doesn't matter. I know he didn't do it.
Yeah.
We can't let him testify, Bull.
What? No.
You said Jackson needs my alibi.
I'll-I'll get it straight, I promise, but you have
to put me on the stand.
I know my brother didn't do this.
You-you... you can't let him go to prison.
Well, he just might end up there.
You're not taking the stand.
Look, I know what you must be thinking.
Well, I know what a jury would be thinking
if your alibi fell apart in front of them in court.
Don't lie to me. I can't help you if you lie to me.
I'm sorry.
So if you weren't with Billy that night, where were you?
No, Billy and I did leave the party together. No. No,
Jackson, don't lie to me.
Billy and I did leave the party together,
and then I realized I just wanted to be alone,
so I went to our parents' home in the Hamptons, solo.
Will you turn that damn phone off?
Sorry. It's-it's Billy.
He keeps calling me. He's freaking out.
Well, Billy can wait.
I chose to represent you because I believed you.
I'm usually pretty good at reading these things,
but right now, my antenna's a little bent.
So, if you want me to help you, you got to give me something.
You got to make me believe you again.
I am not representing a guy
who took someone's daughter from them.
I don't know what to give you, but the plain truth is,
Billy is the only one who ever really believed in me.
That's why he wanted to give me an alibi.
It was Billy's idea to alibi you? Yeah.
Yeah. He said it was the only way he could protect me.
I'm the older brother, but he's always tried to protect me.
Excuse me. Could I have another dirty martini, please?
Extra olives.
Okay, don't judge me until you've had to watch three hours
of PAW Patrol while your friend gets ready for a job interview.
I'll make it a double.
Well, when it comes to the beauty industry,
everyone focuses on Western Europe.
But Russia is not only a massive market,
Russian women spend up
to 30% of their income on beauty products.
I established great connections in St. Petersburg
when I took Bella Colón Brands global,
so getting Shimmer off the ground there--
it won't be a problem.
What do we have to do to get you to come on board as our new CEO?
There's another offer. Of course there is.
Okay.
♪ No, I ain't a compass, I don't got directions ♪
♪ I don't even got a bodyguard... ♪
♪ 'Cause I don't really need protection ♪
♪ Expectations feel like seasons... ♪ Mm.
That's...
a lot of zeros.
So do we have a deal?
♪ 'Cause I don't really need protection ♪
♪ Expectations feel like seasons. ♪
Maybe we just have to face the fact
that Jackson did it.
See if the A.D.A. is willing to offer us a deal.
I don't think Jackson did it.
Check out this photo.
Look at his right shoulder.
He's wearing a brace? A torn rotator cuff.
An injury he got a few weeks before Sarah disappeared.
Is he right-handed? Yes.
I know that injury. It's bad.
That fresh, there's no way
that Jackson would have been able to carry Sarah's body,
let alone dig a hole at that construction site
deep enough to dump it in.
We could get an expert witness to testify to that, right?
Yeah, yeah, but the prosecutor's just gonna assert
that he could've had someone help him get rid of the body,
someone like his father or his brother.
Well, if Jackson's innocent,
why would his father go to pay off the cops?
Why would his brother make up an alibi?
Well, maybe they knew that he would look guilty
after that fight with Sarah.
They were trying to protect him.
Maybe they weren't trying to protect Jackson.
Maybe somebody else needed an alibi.
You think Billy did it?
Well, you saw him.
He is certain that Jackson is innocent,
and he is desperate to keep him out of prison.
And maybe that's because
he knows who really killed Sarah.
That's a hell of a theory.
Any idea how we prove it?
I read on your website you like a chai latte.
May I have a seat?
I was surprised to hear from you, Dr. Bull.
And in my experience, I don't like your surprises.
Well, your audience likes a good surprise, don't they?
A-a certain twist, if you will?
Mm, I deal in facts.
If the facts have twists, then all the better.
A high school boyfriend murders his high school sweetheart.
Not too surprising in the scheme of things.
We all have seen that before, haven't we?
But what if I could offer you a truly shocking twist?
I'm listening.
♪
How did you get Billy to agree to do this?
Well, I just told him the truth.
We can't put him on the stand. He'll perjure himself.
So, this is the only way he can protect his brother.
Tell me about the party that night.
Did you witness the fight between Jackson and Sarah?
Yes. And Jackson was mad,
but he was also drunk and just being stupid.
And that's why when he wanted to get out of there,
I went with him-- to make sure
he wouldn't do anything more stupid, like drive drunk.
And did you see Sarah leave the party?
No. When we left, Sarah was still there, still alive.
So where did you and Jackson go after you left the party?
We drove to my parents' house in the Hamptons.
I mean, I-I drove. And what route
did you take to the Hamptons?
We took 27. That's really the only route you can take.
Now, did you know,
there are no tolls on Route 27?
Um... sure.
But do you know where there are tolls?
The Verrazano Bridge.
You know, the bridge you'd take
if you were, say, coming back
from the Martin Hotel site in Staten Island.
If you say so.
I'm just curious. If you and your brother
were in the car together on Route 27,
why do I have a photo of you, in your car,
alone, crossing the Verrazano Bridge
on October 17, 1999,
the same night that Sarah Norris was murdered,
the same night her body was dumped at that hotel site?
I have, um...
I'm sorry. I-I... I need some water.
Billy?
Did you know she had that photo of me?
No, of course not.
I mean, were they even taking pictures
at toll booths 22 years ago?
I have no idea, Billy. Is it a problem?
What's going on?
I mean, you got to talk to me here.
I can't go back out there. You don't have
to go back out there.
Just tell me what's going on so I can help you.
I didn't mean to.
It was an accident.
Okay.
Sometimes bad things happen even when we don't want them to.
I felt bad.
Jackson yelled at Sarah in front of everyone at the party.
And so, I-I went back,
just to make sure she was okay.
And I saw her walking home.
She was drunk, crying, so I offered her a ride.
She was telling me what a jerk Jackson was,
and I thought-- I don't know--
maybe she liked me a little.
I wanted...
I just wanted to kiss her.
What are you doing?! Gross!
I was just trying to be nice to her,
and she treated me like garbage.
Oh, come on. I'm sorry.
I-I won't do that again.
Just get back in the car.
Are you kidding? I can't believe you did that.
I'm gonna tell Jackson. Please,
don't tell my brother.
Promise me you won't tell him.
Get off of me, you perv!
Get off of me! Get off!
Oh, crap. You okay?
Sarah?
There was so much blood.
I tried to stop the bleeding
with her sweatshirt. Don't, Sarah...
Jackson's sweatshirt-- but
she was gone, just like that.
I didn't know what to do, so I...
I put her in the back of my car.
I called my father from a pay phone.
He came out and met me at the hotel on Staten Island.
He said we should bury her there
because the next day, they were putting in the new floors
to the pool house.
Does Jackson know about this?
No.
We never told him.
Did you guys get that?
Y-You're wired?
You can't do that.
You're my lawyer.
No, I'm not a lawyer,
and I work for Jackson, not you.
Hey.
Oh, hey.
I was just wrapping things up
with Mr. Palmer and Dr. Bull.
You heard my... my brother was arrested?
Yeah. How you doing?
Well, I thought, uh, people thinking
that I killed Sarah was bad,
but knowing Billy killed her
and then lied to me all these years--
I don't know how to process th...
Y-You know, I'm sorry.
You, uh... you probably
just came to say goodbye, so...
It's all right. What you're going through really sucks.
Everybody's been telling your story all these years.
At least now you can finally tell your own.
Yeah, that's true. Thank you.
Oh, hey?
Watch out for that Bolognese.
What's all this?
Shimmer Health & Wellness asked me to be their CEO.
Wow!
That's a big deal. That's incredible.
So, wait. Did this just come out of the blue, or
did you get asked for an interview or...?
I had dinner with the chair of their board the other night.
Did you?
So... who was watching Astrid?
Marissa.
She never mentioned that.
Well, I didn't know if I wanted it to be real or not. I...
So, has it gotten real?
Actually... I turned them down.
It would've just meant a ton of travel, and...
I'm not ready to be away from Astrid like that.
So what's all this?
This... is just a thought.
Can I tell you more when it's real?
Of course you can.
Hmm.
How you doing at work?
Why? Did Marissa say something?
No, no, no, and trust me, I tried.
I just... I kind of like you, so I worry.
Well, thank you.
I guess, uh, I'm less angry,
but I'm... anxious.
Do you think this is like the seven stages of grief?
No, it's more like the nine circles of hell, but...
Oh, baby.The only way out is through.
You're gonna keep working on this?
I don't have to.
No, I think it's a good idea, and, um...
I am gonna go... try a thought.
♪ Just
♪ Let go
♪ Breathe in slow
♪ Heavy heart, dreaming with the light on ♪
♪ Ask yourself, is this the hill I die on? ♪
♪ Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, you'll know ♪
♪ Everything fades away
♪ Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, always chasing after yesterday... ♪