Seven, six, five, four,
three, two, one.
- Hey, bartender lady! - Happy New Year!
Hey.
I know it's New Year's Eve and all,
but... don't you think maybe you've had enough?
How about some food?
Fish and chips? Tater Tots?
Something with some absorption?
♪ And auld lang syne? ♪
♪ For auld lang syne... ♪
Give me a minute.
♪ For auld lang syne...
I think we need to cut this guy off.
No, don't cut him off. Offer him some food.
- Did that. - Come on.
It's a holiday crowd. I don't want any trouble.
I don't want to start anything.
Give him another and maybe he'll pass out.
Maybe he'll leave.
So, let me be the first.
Happy New Year.
If you say so.
So, you have any big plans?
You make any resolutions?
Nope. I'm done with the future.
♪ I don't know if there'll be snow ♪
♪ But have a cup of cheer ♪
♪ Have a holly jolly Christmas ♪
♪ And when you walk down the street ♪
♪ Say hello to friends you know ♪
♪ And everyone you meet ♪
♪ Oh, ho, the mistletoe ♪
♪ Hung where you can see ♪
♪ Somebody waits for you ♪
♪ Kiss her once for me... ♪
That guy, the one I wanted to cut off, he just left.
Problem solved.
No. He's getting in a car.
- His own car. - Where are you going?
He's driving and he's blind drunk. I-I... to follow him.
If I can get a cab.
What are you talking about? You can't leave.
- Hey, taxi! - It's New Year's Eve!
Yes, I-I want to report what looks like an impaired driver.
His license plate? Sure.
It's CX... oh, wait a second, he's turning.
Uh... slow down?
Looks like he's turning into a driveway.
♪ Sing with me, sing for the years... ♪
Looks like he's done for the night.
Sorry to have bothered you.
♪ Sing with me ♪
♪ Just for today, maybe tomorrow ♪
♪ The good Lord will take you away... ♪
Can you take me back to where you got me?
No, no.
♪ Sing with me, just for today. ♪
Oh, Bull.
It's unanimous.
Not yet it isn't.
All I need is one juror.
One green juror.
A great closing argument could turn this whole thing around.
We're ready to hear closing arguments.
Oh, man, talk about pressure. I would not want to be that guy.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...
I mean, what is there to say?
Thank you for your attention.
Wow.
I-I don't know if this is just an optical illusion,
but I'd almost swear all the jurors just got redder.
- I miss Benny. - I miss Benny.
All right, it'll be right out.
Danny.
Thanks for coming. Thanks for doing this.
You were right.
It's all in there. He's a repeat offender.
This guy's as slippery as a fish covered in Vaseline.
Mm-hmm.
He's your client, isn't he?
Hey.
The slippery deserve as vigorous a defense
as those of us with traction.
Oh, Benny.
What did we say? 300 bucks?
I don't want your money.
Benny, why don't you give Bull a call?
Eh, what are you talking about? We're good.
Really? The two of you have spoken?
Benny, you're a great lawyer.
But look at the people you're representing.
Yeah, well, I've never been good
at the getting the clients part.
Well, you know, Bull isn't as good
at the winning cases part without you.
He'll be fine. We'll be fine.
Thanks for this.
Either of you a father?
Well, my wife...
My ex-wife... it's a long story...
We're expecting in four months.
I have a 19-year-old
who's finishing her second year of college.
My daughter's 22.
Worked as a bartender to put herself through school.
You remember hearing about the Crosley Street killings
in Brooklyn last year?
Yeah.
Guy walks into his ex-wife's house
on New Year's Eve with a .357 Magnum.
Massacres her and her four guests.
Shoots them all at point-blank range.
Then the police came and shot and killed the shooter.
His name was Eugene Hobbs.
My daughter Patricia served Mr. Hobbs six shots of tequila
in the two hours preceding the shooting.
Yesterday, not quite two years after the crime was committed,
Patricia was arrested for involuntary manslaughter
in the deaths of those five people.
I will pay anything if you can successfully defend her.
So,
who are you gonna get?
City's filled with great lawyers.
I'll find one.
You know it's not that simple.
It's not just about being great.
It's about finding someone who knows when to listen to you
and, with all due respect, when to ignore you.
And that does not happen overnight.
And what do you suggest I do, Mr. Palmer?
I suggest that you go to Benny and you beg him to come back.
I need your brother.
What's the matter?
Am I not enough for you?
Have you tried the phone?
Yep. He won't return my calls.
Write him an e-mail.
Invite him to dinner.
I did that. He didn't respond.
Well, just talk to the court clerk and find out
when he's going to trial and plant yourself there.
And beg him.
You're the second person to use that word today.
I am not gonna beg him.
He assaulted me in front of four people.
I'm not gonna beg him.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...
...people do not get out of bed in the morning
and think to themselves, "Maybe I'll take a fall today.
"Maybe I'll slip on the subway stairs,
"wrench my back, sprain my neck, break a rib,
"and spend a month in the hospital in extraordinary pain
so that I can sue the city of New York for a million dollars."
People do not do that.
People do, however, sometimes lose their balance.
Particularly on a rainy day, when the steps are wet
and the city does nothing to control the number of people
at a given subway station
and folks are pushing and shoving and...
Now the defense has not allowed a single minute to go by
without reminding you that my client
has fallen several times before.
We don't deny that.
But as the expert witness pointed out,
it is not unusual for a man of Mr. Condron's
size and age to have some challenges
with regard to equilibrium and mobility.
But we are not here to adjudicate
Mr. Condron's physical limitations.
We are here to decide whether the city bears
any responsibility in what happened.
And I think the answer is pretty doggone clear.
Mr. Colón.
- I just want to say thank you. - Hmm.
I think you did a hell of a job in there.
Ah. Sorry I wasn't able to do better by you.
Hey, come on.
The city's paying for my hospital bills,
my lawyer bills.
There's no crime in breaking even, right?
Who knows?
Maybe we'll do this again sometime, huh?
God, I hope not.
Didn't I see that guy on the cover of Slip and Suemagazine?
What are you doing?
Earning a living. What are you doing?
Seeing what it would take to get you back.
Truthfully,
I don't think you're capable of doing what it would take.
I'll do anything.
No. You're not hearing me.
I didn't say you wouldn't want to.
I said I didn't think you could.
Name it.
Respect me. Show me some respect.
Done.
You know, i-if you really understood what respect was,
you wouldn't have answered that
so quickly.
What are you talking about?
I've always respected you, Benny.
Really?
Accepting cases without consulting me?
It's my company, Benny.
All these years in court together,
have you ever once asked my opinion?
My point of view?
This is ridiculous.
Ah, unless we forget what you did to my sister
at my father's funeral.
We're having a baby.
We're very happy,
and the only thing we're missing... is you.
Oh, don't you worry, gonna be there for the baby
and I'm always there for my sister.
I know you're hurt.
I know you're looking for someone to blame,
someone to unload the hurt on,
but... sometimes things just happen.
They just do.
Words of wisdom coming from a man who fornicates at funerals.
Come on. You know and I know
why you're here. You need me.
Yes. I do.
Well, you can start with an apology.
I am sorry.
Unprompted.
Like you actually meant it.
Well, let's not forget you punched me.
Where's my apology?
You should check the weather in hell, my friend.
Where are you going?
Oh, yeah, the trial's over.
You gonna hit the streets,
see if you can find a new ambulance to chase?
Did you just give me the finger?
*BULL (2016)* Season 04 Episode 01
*BULL (2016)* Episode Title :"Labor Days"
So I went to the owner.
It just seemed really clear to me
that we needed to cut the guy off.
But not because you thought he might do harm to someone?
No, no. Uh, I had no way of knowing that.
Just because he seemed so out of it.
But the owner disagreed?
He was worried the guy would make a scene.
The place was packed. He didn't want an incident.
So you gave him another drink?
I didn't feel I had a choice.
I needed my job.
Pretty good witness, wouldn't you say?
I mean, she was so concerned for the man's safety,
she followed him home.
By the way, we are still on the hunt
for the cabbie who drove her.
I think he could be a, an important witness.
Whatever you say, but I don't want to go to trial.
I don't follow.
Well, let's look at the endgame here.
The man who killed all those people,
he was shot dead by the police.
The bar itself has gone out of business,
and the owner's nowhere to be found.
And the victim's family are looking
for their pound of flesh,
and the only flesh they can find is your client,
who, by the way, happens to be the daughter
of a very wealthy man.
You lost me.
What does this have to do with us not going to trial?
Let me finish. Managing situations like this,
it's what I do for a living.
Tomorrow morning I'm gonna go down to the D.A.,
see if I can get this pled down to a misdemeanor.
She would still have a record,
and given the hysteria in the media,
she would almost certainly do jail time.
Yeah, but not 20 years.
And we avoid a criminal trial altogether
and get right to the main event.
Which is?
The civil trial.
I mean, bottom line,
they may not know it yet,
but what all these victims' families are really looking for
is settlement money from your client.
And then,
once everybody's got their "feel better" money,
it'll be easy to get our girl early release.
On the other hand, we could go to court,
make our case, convince a jury,
and then there would be no jail time,
there would be no civil trial, there would be no settlements,
and, I don't know, that kind of makes sense to me
because she didn't do anything.
You're not hearing me, Dr. Bull. I'm not going to trial.
Mr. Perry, keep in mind, I hired you.
Dr. Bull, you came to me
because you needed somebody to ride shotgun
with you on this thing.
Now, you don't come to a firm like mine
because you want to go to trial.
You come to a firm like mine to avoid trial.
Trials are crapshoots.
Juries are crapshoots. Deals and pleas are not.
Now, I know court's where you live
and juries are what made you who you are,
so I understand you'd have an exaggerated
sense of comfort there, but...
We're going to trial.
I haven't been inside a courtroom in seven years,
and I'm damn proud of it.
It's a slow and irritating process
and a terrible use of people's time.
My time, anyway.
I'm guessing your regular guy is in-in the hospital?
On vacation? Otherwise indisposed?
Something like that.
Okay, I'm gonna do you a favor.
I know you're not a lawyer, so I'm gonna ask the court
for a one-month continuance on your behalf.
You know, take the month, wait for your guy.
Month will get it done, right?
No.
It's not your problem. I appreciate the offer.
I'll be fine.
Steve. Steven!
Hey.
You know what?
I think you're right.
Let's do everything we can to avoid a trial.
Wait, so...
so now you're saying you, you want to do this thing?
I get a good feeling from you,
and I think we'd work well together.
Huh.
Yeah, me, too.
- Thanks for lunch. - Yeah.
Mr. Valerian, good afternoon.
- You here by yourself? - Indeed I am.
No Marissa,
not this time. I wanted a word with you privately.
Okay. How can I help you?
I know... you know my wife had a change of heart
with regards to our plans for starting a family,
but I wanted to talk with you, kind of off the record,
about a couple of things. First,
I would hope you haven't disposed of her eggs just yet.
No, I don't believe so, not quite yet.
Well, what I was wondering was,
is there a way I could pay you to keep them in storage
without my wife knowing about it?
Why don't you tell me the second thing?
Surprise, surprise. I want to freeze my sperm.
I just...
I want to make sure we have everything we need
in case she changes her mind again.
Mr. Valerian,
now I need to talk to you "off the record."
So we'll save the taxpayers money and the courts time,
and our client'll come in,
plead guilty to a misdemeanor, and we'll just
shuffle this off to the civil courts where it belongs.
Misdemeanor?
Yeah, I was thinking, uh, reckless endangerment,
but we're totally open to anything
the district attorney's office wants to suggest.
And how do you feel about this, Dr. Bull?
Uh, not sure my feelings really matter.
Mr. Perry is the lead attorney on this case.
So you think she's guilty?
Because this feels like the kind of strategy
one would employ for a guilty client.
In my opinion, no, I don't think she's guilty.
She served the man some drinks, she didn't
buy the bullets, she didn't load the gun.
Then what are you doing here?
Uh, he's here because I'm here.
Because I genuinely believe
this is the most prudent course of action.
The girl doesn't deny she served the man,
so let's cut to the chase.
We all know that this is gonna end up
in the insurance company's lap.
It's gonna be about money. I say let's get to it.
Where is that lawyer you used to work with?
I always sensed
that fellow had a conscience.
- Hey. - Let me lay my cards
on the table.
I have six dead bodies to answer for,
four grieving families to answer to,
and I don't think "misdemeanor"
is the answer they're looking for.
And I don't think money
is what's on their minds.
Not yet.
So I'm gonna see this thing through in a court of law.
The charge is still manslaughter, gentlemen.
Thank you for dropping by.
Huh. Well, who'd have guessed it?
A.D.A. is a true believer, a holy roller.
Well, you win some, you lose some.
I'll tell you what, I'm gonna send
an associate of mine over to sit with you in court.
Yeah, like I told you before, musty old wooden rooms
and... men and women in robes banging hammers on tables,
it's not my thing.
And mark my words, you're just gonna end up in the same place,
sitting around a big conference room table talking about money.
You're fired.
Beg your pardon?
You're fired.
When are you coming home, Daddy?
When I solve this problem.
Jason...
Why don't you just let me call my brother?
He'll understand. You need a continuance.
Enough time to find another lawyer.
I'm sure he'd be willing to call the judge and get that for you.
No, please don't.
Well, then why don't youcall him?
And say what?
Hold on a sec.
I have called every lawyer we have ever worked with.
It's 20 after 9:00. Nobody's picking up.
Hmm. I got to figure this out.
Okay. I'll just find some other guy to rub my feet.
You do that.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna show up in court tomorrow like a man,
and when the judge asks where my lawyer is,
I'm gonna cry like a baby
and hope she and my client take pity on me.
Now, out of my way. I got some feet to rub.
Hello, you've reached Benjamin Colón.
Please leave a message.
I'm sorry.
I'm so damn sorry, you have no idea.
Hey, sorry I'm late.
There was an accident on West Street.
All rise.
Uh, the thing is,
the attorneys and I last night had a...
a difference of opinion, and we, uh...
Good morning, counsel.
Are we ready to proceed with voir dire?
We certainly are, Your Honor.
And counsel for the defense?
We certainly are, Your Honor.
♪ Ooh...
♪ Oh...
♪ Ah...
Thank you.
For what?
For getting through voir dire?
You wrote the questions, I just asked them.
How do you feel about the jury?
I think we did the best we could.
All we can do is appeal to their sense
- of fair play. - Mm.
I mean, we wouldn't even be here if...
that bar hadn't burned down and the owner hadn't fled town.
If there were somebody else to go after.
If the police hadn't shot the killer.
Not much to hang a defense on.
So, I've lined up the cab driver.
He's all set to talk about how Patricia
followed her customer home and wouldn't leave
till he was safely in the house.
Yeah, he's scheduled to come in tomorrow
so he and I can go over his testimony.
Excellent. Thanks, Chunk.
And by going back and combing through the newspaper,
television, and Web coverage of the shooting,
I was able to track down witnesses from the bar
who overheard the conversation between Patricia and the owner.
How she made it very clear
she didn't want to serve any more drinks to Hobbs,
but he pretty much ordered her to do it.
Well, there you go. Jurors have to respond to that.
- We can only hope. - You know,
I've actually been thinking about
another way to come at this thing.
What are you talking about?
Well, respectfully...
I've been thinking about it all day,
and I have an idea for a narrative.
A thought on a way to present this case.
From a legal standpoint.
Oh... you do?
Yeah.
Why are you acting so surprised?
Am I acting surprised?
I guess I am. Okay.
I am. It's just normally you leave the...
narrative strategy to me.
Well, to be honest, a lot of the times,
I have ideas of my own.
I just don't present 'em to you.
And why is that?
I guess I sort of get the sense
like they might not be welcome.
Well, respectfully back,
that is ridiculous.
- Really? - Yeah. Absolutely.
What is your idea?
What is your narrative? What's your strategy?
Causation.
- Causation. - Causation.
Personally, I don't like going into a trial
where I have to count on the possibility
that the jurors might realize
it's not fair to blame our client.
I'd prefer to prove
that one thing had nothing to do with the other.
That the killer drinking those drinks
did not cause him to bust into that house
and kill his estranged wife
and all those people, that there was...
no causation.
And therefore, our client bears no responsibility.
You think you can prove that?
Respectfully, I do.
With the team's help, of course.
You just don't understand juries.
Oh?
I don't understand
- juries, huh? - I see.
Spent my whole adult life in court,
but that counts for nothing,
- says the jury whisperer. - Okay,
I promise you every single person in that jury box
at some point in their lives has had a run-in
with someone who drank too much,
and I guarantee you they felt threatened.
I don't deny that, but did they blame the person
who poured the drink or the person who drank it?
I-I know it might not
be my place to say... but I think Benny
is onto something.
You're right, it's not your place.
Well, if she's out of line, then I'm definitely looking for work,
because what he's talking about sounds like...
a real defense.
And what I said?
It sounds like a point of view.
An-And, look, you may be right,
but when the smoke clears,
no matter where this thing ends up,
we all want to feel like we actually defended our client,
and not stand around and let
whatever you're convinced is gonna happen just... happen.
Hmm.
Causation.
Rhymes with "exoneration."
Let's hope it works.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
the law is very clear and straightforward
about situations like these.
It is virtually irrefutable that the defendant,
through her actions, through her willingness
to serve an apparently already inebriated man
more alcohol, set in motion a series of events
that led to all this bloodshed and heartache.
And the law has a name for that.
Involuntary manslaughter.
So, even though someone doesn't actually pull the trigger,
she must still be held responsible
for all that she did that contributed
to this horrific tragedy.
On New Year's Eve,
the day of these unforgivable killings,
Eugene Hobbs had breakfast at the Crosstown Diner.
Had they not served him, isn't it possible
that... he might not have had the energy
to commit his monstrous crime later that day?
And yet, where's the waiter that brought him
his bacon and eggs?
Why isn't he here...
sitting beside my client,
shouldering his portion of the responsibility?
Or the gas station that sold him the gas
that made it possible for him to drive
to his estranged wife's home.
Or the company that sold him the winter coat he was wearing
that made it bearable for him to go out in the cold
to do what he did.
I mention all this because the prosecution,
in explaining his case against my client,
left out one vital element.
That's causation.
It's causation.
Th-That's really the question here.
Did what my client do actually cause these killings?
Let me put it another way.
Had my client not served Mr. Hobbs,
is it reasonable to suppose that he would not have gone
to his estranged wife's home and done what he did?
Ladies and gentlemen, as I will demonstrate
during this trial, the facts do not support that.
One did not cause the other.
And, folks, if I can prove to you
that one did not cause the other,
then you have no choice but to find my client not guilty.
Thank you.
Tell me what you see.
I'll tell you what I don't see.
I don't see any takers.
Well, he's telling them there may not be a bogeyman.
Or woman.
That there may not be a living and breathing human being
left to punish, that they may not have someone
that's still alive left to blame.
And that's not fun to hear, so let's give it some time.
So, as a city medical examiner, Dr. Ferrel,
you performed autopsies not just on the five victims
but on the shooter as well. I did.
And can you tell us about the shooter's blood alcohol level?
He was pretty close to a .23.
And the legal limit is?
.08.
So, almost three times
the legal limit.
That is correct.
I have nothing further for this witness
at this time.
Dr. Ferrel, you supervised all of the autopsies
for all the victims, as well as the shooter?
I did.
And how many shots were actually fired by the shooter?
Five.
And there were how many victims?
Not including the gunman himself.
Five.
Wow. The shooter didn't waste a single shot.
Doesn't sound like he was all that impaired to me.
Maybe just drunk enough to actually go through with it.
Ah, I see, I see.
So you are suggesting that perhaps the alcohol
gave him the courage to commit these terrible crimes?
Okay, and-and
what in your autopsy findings led you to that?
Nothing. It's just a hunch.
Just a hunch.
Okay, let's talk science.
Let's talk statistics.
Would it surprise you to know
that the Center for Disease Control
did a study of mass shootings in America?
Mass shootings being any shooting in a single place
in which four or more people are shot dead at the same time.
And they discovered, unlike domestic,
single-victim shootings, which tend to be
spontaneous acts of passion,
mass shootings almost never involve alcohol or drugs.
And they found this puzzling,
so they interviewed the shooters,
and you know what they discovered?
Shooting a lot of people is hard.
It takes planning, it takes focus,
and apparently that's why, by and large,
no alcohol or drugs figured into these shootings.
And when they did,
it had nothing to do with the killings themselves.
It was usually because the shooter had been drinking
to celebrate an anniversary or birthday.
Or maybe even the New Year.
Objection. Is Mr. Colón testifying,
or is he gonna ask the witness a question?
I'm sorry, Your Honor.
Sometimes I get excited and I just start talking.
Objection sustained.
The jury will disregard counsel's comment.
Well, maybe they will, maybe they won't.
Your brother was a real superstar today.
Prosecution put on a full-court press.
Of course, tomorrow we put on our case.
And don't tell Benny, but I for one
am gonna bring an extra pair of underwear.
I have a feeling it's gonna get ugly.
You don't sound optimistic.
I didn't say I wasn't rooting for your brother.
It's just...
People need someone to pay,
even if it's just Mrs. O'Leary's cow.
Is it just juries that you've lost faith in,
or... all of humanity?
It's everyone. Pretty much the whole species.
Then...
why are we having this baby?
Well, it's like I told your brother,
sometimes things happen.
They just do.
I didn't ask you how,
I asked you why.
Maybe, way down deep...
I'm hoping I'm wrong.
So, how long did you know the shooter?
How long were you friends with the shooter?
Since high school.
So y-you were around when he met his estranged wife?
When they started dating? When they got engaged?
Yup. He couldn't believe it. He thought he'd won the lotto.
So they were young and in love?
Until they weren't. I remember him telling me,
he said that one day everything just changed,
that she wouldn't hold his hand,
she wouldn't let him kiss her, wouldn't let him touch her,
didn't want to listen to anything he had to say.
And how did he react to that?
Not well.
For a while he was just depressed, and then he got mad.
And did he ever discuss seeking some kind of revenge?
Yes.
And did this revenge involve guns?
Yes.
And when did these conversations start?
About three months before the killings.
Three months.
Thank you.
No further questions, Your Honor.
So your testimony is,
your best friend tells you he wants to shoot his wife,
and you didn't call the police?
You didn't call his wife?
No.
May I ask why not?
Honestly?
I thought he was just trying to blow off some steam.
I mean, come on.
Who kills their wife?
Your best friend did.
So, is that the gun
you sold the shooter?
Certainly the same make and model.
And when did the sale take place?
Uh... right around Thanksgiving.
About five weeks before the killings?
Yes, sir.
Do you have any knowledge regarding whether the shooter
had ever fired a gun prior to the shootings?
He mentioned to me that he hadn't.
Wanted to know if I could point him towards a range
where he could practice, get comfortable with it.
And how often would the shooter bring his gun to your range?
Three or four times a week.
Every week in the weeks leading up to the shooting?
Uh-huh. Even Christmas.
We got him signing in and we've got him on video.
Now, your sister and her husband died
on the night of the massacre.
Yes. They were all great friends.
My sister and her husband, another friend and her husband,
and of course...
The shooter's estranged wife.
Now, this New Year's Eve party,
this is something they did every year?
Every year since the end of high school.
It was just the three couples,
except this year it was two and a half.
Because the shooter wasn't invited. No.
But he knew about it.
Like I said, it happened every year.
And I'm sure it hurt his feelings,
along with everything else that was going on.
So you don't think it was an accident
that he chose this particular night
to go back home with a firearm?
No. He knew exactly what to expect
when he walked through the door.
Thank you, Ms. Parker.
Oh, uh, one last question.
How well did you know the shooter?
Pretty well.
Since the end of high school, like the rest of them. Why?
And...
did you know him to be a drinker?
Yeah. Sure. Gene could drink with the best of them.
So the idea that he would have to drink
to summon up the courage to do something...?
Based on my experience?
Gene would drink to drink.
Thanks again, Ms. Parker.
Marissa?
I've only got two little sprouts on my end.
Okay, that's a beginning.
Let's see what closing arguments bring.
So he came up with the plan three months before it happened,
bought the gun about six weeks before it happened,
started practicing five weeks before the big day,
and drank every time he had the money and the time.
So how does my client fit into all this?
From everything I can tell, she doesn't.
Now, uh, a guy I work with,
a guy I really, um, respect...
..we got into this thing at work.
I was in the middle of a tough time.
My dad had just died, my sister's marriage fell apart,
bunch of other things.
Some had to do with him, some didn't.
Anyway,
I got really angry with this guy.
And somewhere deep down inside,
without really thinking about it,
I decided to blame it all on him.
Now, eventually, we-we patched it up,
and I remember at one point him saying to me,
"I know you're hurt.
"I know you're looking for someone to blame,
"someone to unload all that hurt on,
"but, you know, sometimes
things just happen. They just do."
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
I think Eugene Hobbs made a decision to do something,
and whether or not my client served him those drinks,
he was going to do it.
Because, you know, sometimes
things just happen.
They just do.
So, where does that leave us?
I am staring at a perfect mix of red and green.
- Six and six. - Mm.
What did she say?
Six, six.
Split right down the middle.
Well, that sounds pretty good, right?
Yes and no.
Either side needs a unanimous verdict to prevail.
And what happens if it's just a standoff?
We get to do this all over again,
and your life stays on hold for another year or so.
Anything?
A call or text?
Anything from the courthouse?
I'm afraid the silence has been deafening.
Entrez vous.
Hey.
What do you hear?
Nothing.
Oh, Patricia.
That poor girl.
She must be going out of her mind.
I'm sorry, Bull.
Sorry I got you into this thing.
I'm sorry I didn't get it past the goal line.
I'm sorry I didn't bring it home.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I just don't understand juries.
Oh, Benny.
I... was wrong.
I've been wrong about everything.
Watching you in court, I turned green.
People are my business.
I'm supposed to know what they think
before they even think it.
And I got to tell you, most of the time lately...
the world seems so crazy.
People seem so crazy to me.
Makes me terrified for the world
my kid is gonna grow up in.
How long you think they're gonna make us wait?
The jury?
As long as it takes, I'm afraid.
So, wait, that's your big New Year's Eve story?
That's how it ends? It can't end like that.
I mean, did the jury finally come back with a verdict?
Not really.
After 13 days, they just kind of gave up.
Told the court they were hopelessly deadlocked.
And then they had to do it all over again?
No.
The district attorney dropped the charges.
Well, wait a second, why would he do that?
Well, the way my dad and my uncle explained it to me,
he said back to them the same thing
they kept saying to each other:
"I guess sometimes things just happen.
Sometimes they just do."
Yeah, I get that.
But I don't think that could happen today.
I kind of think the world must've been
much simpler back then.
Come on, you two, get in here.
It's almost next year.
Hey, time's a-wasting.
Ball's about to drop.
Okay, Dad. Okay, Uncle Benny.
We'll be right in.
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