All language subtitles for Bull 6x03 - Bull Undone (English)

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 ros�,
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.

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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 Canc�n.

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 Canc�n.

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 Col�n 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... ?

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.