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♪ Sugar, yes, please ♪

♪ Won't you come and put it down on me? ♪

♪ I'm right here, 'cause I need ♪

♪ Little love, a little sympathy ♪

♪ Yeah, you show me good loving,
make it all right... ♪

Good morning, Mrs. Valerian.

Good morning, Mr. Valerian.

Happy... tenth day anniversary.

I'll call in sick if you will.

I can't.

He's coming back in today.

It's his first day back
since the heart attack.

Hey.

When's he due?

Couple of hours. It's gonna be weird.

You know he's not going
to be the same guy.

Something like that,

confronting your own mortality?

That's got to change you.

A kinder, gentler Bull?

How could he not be?

Does he know we lost

those two cases yet?

Not unless Marissa told him.

Marissa didn't tell him anything.

Anything?

He didn't want to be disturbed.

Until I got that text from him on Friday

saying he was ready
to get back to work today,

I had no contact with him.

Wait, so he doesn't know
about you and your ex?

And by the way, do you still call him

your ex, even though he is
no longer your ex?

Well, no. Now he's her ex-ex.

- Her ex-ex?
- Better than her ex-lax.

Ah.

Okay. Guys? Guys,
I'm-I'm standing right here.

Hello?

Hi, this is EquiSafe Insurance.

Is Julia Summerfield there?

Uh, speaking.

I'm sorry. Did I wake you?

What time is it where you are?

Well, I'm in Elko, Nevada.

It's a little after 6:00
in the morning here.

I'm sorry. I-I'm in New York.

Sometimes I forget that anyone
lives in a different time zone.

I-I'm calling about your case.
Your review?

No. I-I know.

I, um, I know why you're calling.

Um, I'm afraid I don't have good news.

Uh, after carefully reviewing the case

with almost half a dozen specialists,

we just can't approve
your liver transplant.

I'm sorry.

♪ Happy days ♪

♪ Are here again ♪

♪ The skies above ♪

♪ Are clear again ♪

♪ So let's sing a song ♪

♪ Happy days are here again... ♪

- There he is.
- Here I am.

Ah, you look great, boss.

- Haven't I always?
- Oh, my God.

I'm so glad you're back.

Your name again?

Believe it or not,
I am so happy to see you.

And believe it or not,
I am so happy to be seen.

Oh, excellent.

He's not back yet.

You look fantastic.

I'll bet you say that to all the acute

myocardial infarction survivors.

And how are you feeling?

It's hard to explain.

Everything feels new,
and a little brighter, but...

familiar and old and maybe
a little worn at the same time.

It's good to be back.

It's good to have you here.

There's something
I think you should know.

Ooh. Surprises.

Love 'em. And I have one for you, too.

I know while you were
in Arizona recovering,

you asked everyone to stay away.

Not reach out to you.

No e-mail, no visits...

Benny lost two cases. I know.
They had Internet.

It was part of our recovery process.

They teach you how
to react to current events

and personal disappointments.

I got married.

Well, actually,

remarried.

Greg. Greg Valerian.

My first husband.

My only husband.

I was married to him while
I was working in Homeland.

12 years ago.

B.B., before you, Before Bull.

And, well, it was Homeland.

I was always away... Iceland, Caracas,

Budapest.

He works in the restaurant business.

So he's never away.

And you can fill in the rest.

And it suddenly occurred to me:
I have a different job.

I'm in one place.

So I called him up, we went for coffee,

and it was so... easy.

Got married in one of his restaurants.

The gang was all there.

Except you.

And I want you to know I regret that.

What's it like?

Everything looks new.

A little brighter, but familiar and old

and maybe a little worn at the same time.

What's your surprise?

Hey.

There's a Marshall
Hitchcock here to see you,

from EquiSafe Insurance.

That's my surprise.

- Is Cable gonna join?
- You know,

I actually haven't seen her
today. Maybe she called in sick.

Somebody give her a call
after we're through here.

Find out what's going on.

So, who do we have here?

This is Julia Summerfield.

Lives in Nevada.

Married mother of two preschoolers.

Works from her home doing data entry.

During the birth of her youngest,

doctors discovered
she had endometrial cancer.

Soon as the baby was born,
they put Julia on chemo.

Then they operated,
surgically removed the cancer.

Or so they thought.

It was only later that they realized

the cancer spread to her liver.

She went back into the hospital last year

for microwave treatments,

and there was a horrible accident.

The treatment left a hole in
her liver the size of an apple.

My God.

Given how badly her immune
system had been taxed

by her earlier cancers, her
prognosis was pretty dire.

Without a liver transplant,

she was given only a year
to a year and a half to live.

She filed a claim
with her insurance company,

EquiSafe Insurance,

to pay for the surgery,
which costs somewhere

in the neighborhood of $400,000.

That was four months ago.

This isn't gonna end well, is it?

And they denied her claim.

In the meantime, she has filed
suits against the hospital,

the doctors,

the manufacturers of the
equipment that malfunctioned.

But as you might imagine, all
of those are going to take years

to make their way through the courts.

And since, at this point,
she has little more than

three or four months to live,

she decided to file suit
against her insurance company,

EquiSafe, to pay for the operation.

Okay. So when do we get
to meet our client?

He's already here. He's in Bull's office.

He? I-I thought, uh...

We're not representing Mrs. Summerfield.

We'll be working on behalf
of the insurance company.

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Hey. I left three messages for Cable,

bunch of texts, and I
just fired off an e-mail.

If she doesn't make contact
by the end of the day,

I'll go by her place.

Anybody here know how much

two million dollars a month is?

Two million dollars a month.

Exactly right.

Two mil a month.

Roughly half a million a week,
that's a hundred grand a day.

Sounds like a lot, right? But...

when you got 30-some employees,

and you're renting 6,000 square feet

of prime Manhattan real estate,
when you pay taxes, insurance,

you have green drinks to pay for,

your team loses a couple of
cases while you're convalescing,

a guaranteed two mil a month
makes a huge difference.

I only mention it because,
when I was in Arizona,

learning how to eat, not drink,
exercise and control my temper,

I met a man named Marshall Hitchcock.

And for those of you not familiar,

he is the CEO of EquiSafe Insurance.

And watching him struggle
with his recovery

made a huge impact on me.

And apparently, I made some kind
of impact on him,

because he asked if my firm...

our firm... would be interested

in a two million dollar a month retainer.

And with that in mind,

I'd love you to meet our new
client, Mr. Marshall Hitchcock.

Thank you for that.

Crazy about your boss, by the way.

Listen, uh, I know people hear
"insurance company,"

and they, uh, roll their eyes.

But I have a secret.

We actually provide
an extraordinary service.

We actually do something great.

And I personally know that now

because I just went through
a horrible experience,

and like your boss,
I needed extraordinary care,

and I got it.

And my insurance helped make that happen.

Yeah. So, uh...

Anyway, I-I'm gonna get
out of here and let you folks

do what it is you do,
but I just wanted to say hello

and, uh, tell you how much
I'm looking forward

to working together.

Thank you. Thank you. All right.

So, just to be clear,

moving forward, EquiSafe Insurance

has first call on our services.

And while we're free
to take on other cases,

they are the only insurance company

that we will be representing.

Boss?

We hear you. I hear you.

And, uh, this sounds like
a great thing for the company,

but this-this first case is, um...

I sense some of you are upset about it.

I suspect you think we should be
on the other side of this one,

that you'd rather be
representing the woman, who,

through no fault of her own,
lost the use of her liver

and almost certainly
is going to lose her life.

You want to go home at night,

feel good about yourself.

Plus, it's kind of a slam dunk.

I mean, it's not hard to find
a jury, let alone mount a case,

against a big, bad insurance company.

Of course one problem
with that: she didn't hire us.

The big, bad insurance company did,

and this is a business,

not a charity, so...

Yeah, that heart attack really
smoothed off the rough edges.

Turned him into a pussycat.

Maybe she just went out
to get some coffee.

Maybe.

If you want, you could
give me your number,

and then if she comes back,
I can let you know, or,

you know, if I hear anything,
I give you a call.

No?

And, you know, and then
I-I'll give you my number

if you need to get back in here again.

It's simple. It's not a problem.

Wait, so my friend is missing,
and you're hitting on me?

I... No, I'm not hitting on you.
I just...

I mean, I know nothing about you.

I mean, you know, you could be
married for all I know.

I got to go.

Hello?

Marissa, sorry to wake you,
but I was laying in bed

reviewing everything that happened today,

and I realized I never said hi to Cable.

Was she even there?

No. She wasn't there.

I-I didn't want to bother you with it,

but nobody seems
to be able to locate her.

Danny's on it. The whole place is on it.

The second we hear from her
or get some explanation...

...I will let you know.

Well, I'll give her a call
the second you and I hang up.

Bull, everybody's been giving
her a call every ten minutes.

I-I'm sure there's
some kind of explanation.

And-and the second I have it,
I will share it with you.

Bull, it's 1:30 in the morning.
Where are you?

- I'm in a cab.
- Heading where?

Nowhere, just driving around.

That sounds a little strange.
Should I be concerned?

Well, like I said,

I couldn't sleep,
so I started to take a walk,

and did you know there's a bar

on almost every block of this city?

Why, on some,
there are even two or three.

So, anyway...

I realized walking
wasn't my safest option,

so I hailed a cab,
and what do you know, it works.

By the time I see a bar,
the car's already moved past it,

and, uh, I'm safe.

Too late. Can't go in. Damn, I'm smart.

Don't you think

maybe you could use some rest?
You're still on the mend.

Just say,

"I need to get back in bed
with my husband."

I need to get
back in bed with my husband.

Tell the team we need to meet at 9:00.

Will do.

Found out late last night
that the plaintiff,

Mrs. Summerfield,

moved for an emergency hearing

based on her declining
physical condition,

and the judge granted the motion,

and we start voir dire tomorrow.

Okay. Talk us through it.

Well, to begin with, it's a civil trial,

which means we're only looking
at a six-person jury.

And for the plaintiff to win,

they require at least five of
those jurors to agree with them,

which means all we need to do

is convince two people to side with us.

Oh.

- Is that all?
- Yeah.

Ah. So here we are,
sitting in the courtroom,

Mrs. Summerfield behind
the plaintiff's table,

a dying mother with a hole in her liver.

Who are these magical jurors
we're looking for,

who are gonna see past

a dying human being pleading for her life

and sympathize with our client,
the insurance company?

That sounds like a tall order
for voir dire.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

So what would you have me ask?

I would have you say...

Good morning.

Good morning.

- You a mother?
- I am.

So I gather, like the rest
of us, you feel terrible

for Mrs. Summerfield?

I do.

You okay if we play a game of pretend?

Okay.

So...

you're standing at the edge of a dock.

You can't swim.

Two people in front of
you are in the water,

and they're drowning.

You only have one life preserver.

Who do you throw it to?

Who do you throw it to?

Well, you haven't given me
any information

about the people that are drowning.

I mean, how can you ask me
to make that decision?

You have to make that decision.

Two people in front of you are drowning.

In three minutes,
they're going to be dead.

You can ask me a question,
I'll tell you what I know,

but time's a-wastin'.

Um, is one older than the other?

From where you're standing,

one appears to be in their 70s
and the other one in their 20s.

Well, I kind of have to save
the 20-year-old, don't I?

I mean, he or she might have
50 or 60 more years.

The swimmer in their 70s, maybe ten.

Then do it, do it.
Throw that life preserver.

Okay. I did it.

All right.

Good for you.
You just saved someone's life.

One more question.

Sure.

Would it be fair if I prosecute you

for the murder of the 70-year-old?

No, no, that's okay.

You don't have to answer that.

This juror is acceptable
to the defense, Your Honor.

You just got to do that
two or three more times,

and we got a jury we can win with.

So having successfully
treated Mrs. Summerfield

for her endometrial cancer,

you realized the cancer
had spread to her liver?

Yes, we discovered it
in its earliest stages,

and really felt confident
that we'd be able to treat it.

And you used a technique
called microwave ablation.

Can you explain how that works?

I know how hard it was

to put together a jury that would

even consider the
possibility that our client

might be in the right, but at the moment,

I am seeing nothing but red.

...with pinpoint amounts of microwaves.

The microwave creates

intense heat, just like
it does in an oven,

and that heat kills the cancer.

But that didn't happen
with Mrs. Summerfield.

No.

Our instruments malfunctioned,
and we delivered

about 40 times the level of heat
that was required,

and ended up destroying
a vast portion of her liver.

And is there a way to rectify that?

Not really.

Not short of getting her a new liver.

Which you'd like to see happen?

I would. In fact,
even though Mrs. Summerfield

is suing us for malpractice, I...

my whole team has offered
to waive their fees.

Anything to make her surgery possible.

And the hospital where
we performed the procedure

has indicated they, too,
would like to help out,

waive certain costs.

So if everyone is pitching in,

if everyone wants to see this happen,

what is standing in the way
of Mrs. Summerfield

getting the new liver she requires?

Well, you can't just
order them up on Amazon Prime.

They're harvested from healthy people

who meet an untimely end

and whose families
are willing to donate them,

which makes their availability

unpredictable.

Also, not just any liver will do.

The liver has to be carefully
matched to the patient,

or the patient's body rejects it.

All of which makes the process
of finding a liver

and all the necessary
testing and follow-up

very, very time-consuming

- and very expensive.
- How expensive?

Anywhere from $400,000 to $500,000.

And without that transplant,

how long is Mrs. Summerfield
expected to live?

Honey, you ready to go?

Come on. Get you out of here.

We love you.

Love you.

Come on, squirt, you're with me.

- Go with Daddy.
- We'll get you out of here.

Come on, handsome.

I know it's not technically possible,

but I'd almost swear

our six red jurors got even redder.

Will the witness please
answer the question?

Without a transplant,

I believe life expectancy
is roughly four months.

Four months.

16 weeks.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Thank you for your testimony, Dr. Bendry.

Appreciate you taking
the time to be here,

and appreciate you offering
your services for free

to try to undo the horrible situation

that Mrs. Summerfield finds herself in.

You're welcome.

Just... one question.

What if it was suddenly possible

for Mrs. Summerfield
to have the operation

you're saying she needs?

We find her a liver,
everything is paid for,

the operation's a success...

How long would you estimate
that she would live?

Ten years, 20 years, 30 years?

Objection. Counsel is
asking the witness to speculate.

The counsel is asking the witness

for his expertise, Your Honor.

Objection overruled.

The witness will answer the question.

Three years. Maybe three and a half.

The first cancer took
a terrible toll on her,

and now this second one...

So 36 months, maybe 42.

And how much did you say
the operation would cost?

Between 400,000 and 500,000.

Half a million?

Got it.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Nice.

Chunk, Danny and I

all really thought it was a huge mistake

to put a price tag on the woman's life,

but then I just looked up,

and one of our red jurors
actually turned green.

Now the trick is not to lose
him or her along the way.

Let's talk about 42 months.

Some people might argue that
that doesn't seem like

a very long time,

particularly given
how scarce livers are...

how much it will cost to do the surgery.

In 42 months,

my five-year-old son
will be in third grade.

If I get 42 more months,

I'll be able to see him walk to school

through all four seasons of the year

another couple hundred times.

I could help him learn to read,

show him how to tie his shoes.

And my little girl, Maura,

she'll be in first grade.

We'll get to buy
school supplies together,

make Halloween costumes.

I could teach her how to brush her hair.

It's three more Christmases
and six more birthday parties.

Maybe I'll get to see them
ride bikes and ice skate

and swim with floaties.

Maybe even without.

But most of all,

I'll be able to kiss them good night

over a thousand times more.

We have no further questions, Your Honor.

Very well, then...

...let's take a 20-minute recess.

Hi, guys. Come here.

Hello.

How are you guys?

I'll be right back. I'm
gonna pay for parking.

Okay.

How are you guys doing?

Is Daddy taking good care of you
out here in the hall?

Yes.

Good.

- I have to go to the bathroom.
- Right now?

Honey, Daddy just went to go
put money in the meter.

Can you wait till he gets back?

No, I have to go right now.

But, honey, I can't
take you in the men's room,

and you're too big to go
in the ladies' room,

and this is New York City.

You know, I can take him.

I couldn't help but overhear.

I could take him to the men's.
I'll keep an eye on him.

- You okay in there?
- Yes.

Don't forget to flush.

All right. Wash your hands.

There's the soap.

Attaboy.

Are you a friend of my mommy?

Uh... no. Not really.

But you like her, right?

My daddy says my mommy's job
is to make sure everybody

in that room likes her.

I want to start the case
tomorrow by putting Hitchcock

on the stand, try and get
the jury to understand

what goes into making
a decision like this.

Okay.

I know what to do with that. Then what?

Well, God may get me
for saying this, but...

- do we go after the mother?
- What do you mean?

Well, I'm just saying
maybe she contributed

to her current condition somehow.

- Drinking or drugs or...
- She didn't.

I checked. She's a church girl.

- Clean as a whistle.
- And even if she wasn't,

we don't want to go after a dying mother

with a hole in her liver.

Not gonna win any hearts
and minds that way.

Hear, hear.

I'm just trying to do my job.

Although...

...how many people our there are
waiting for liver transplants?

There are currently 17,000 people

waiting for a liver transplant.

And, on average, how long
do they have to wait?

Last time they counted,
the average wait time

was 321 days.

Reach out to EquiSafe Insurance.

Get me the names of everyone
waiting for a liver,

how long they're expected to live

and how long they've been waiting.

And also, get me the names of everyone

who was waiting for a liver,

but didn't make it.

How's it going on the Cable front?

Uh, well, she's

officially on the FBI's list
of missing persons

as of today.

Her mom's, uh, a mess.

But, um, I have one more idea

that I'm-I'm gonna try tomorrow.

Well, let me know if there's
anything I can do to help.

Let her mother know.

I can't reach anyone at EquiSafe,

but I will jump back on it

first thing in the morning.

How's married life treating you?

Come on, let me have it.

I know you've been dying
to give it to me all day.

Married life is good,
thank you very much.

I highly recommend it.

Yeah, I really think it's gonna catch on.

Are you mad at me for getting remarried?

Mm. maybe a little jealous.

Not like that.

Not jealous of your husband,

jealous... of your happiness?

Well, I don't know what
to do about that, Jason.

You know, when I was lying there
on those courthouse steps,

with this elephant sitting on my chest...

I kept hearing this voice in my head.

It was my ex-wife, telling me
that I'm no good alone.

She said that to me a week
before she got married again.

I'm starting to think she might be right.

You really hate this case, don't you?

We all do.

We all keep thinking,
"What if it were us?"

Three more years with
the people you love.

How do you put a price on that?

No. I'm sorry.

You're being myopic.

It's about the greater good.

It's about resources.

It's about making sure that
there's something for everyone.

And the simple fact is that
everyone can't have everything.

I know, 'cause I just went through...

I knew what you went through.

I cried for weeks.

I prayed for weeks.

But Jason, what happened to you

has nothing to do with the rest of us.

How could you say that?

'Cause you're rich.

And yes, everybody gets it,
everybody can't have everything,

but it sure seems like people like you,

people like Mr. Hitchcock
always manage to get theirs.

I will do my best to get you
all that data from EquiSafe

first thing in the morning.

Look, I understand this
is a heartbreaking situation.

It is no fun to sit here

and look Mrs. Summerfield
in the eye and say no.

But according to our actuaries

and our medical experts, the
chance for success is so low

and the chance for extended life
is so small

that it would be irresponsible

for us to pay this claim
and allow this to go forward.

And can you explain that?

When you start

approving what amount
to Hail Mary medical procedures,

it inevitably drives up
premiums, so that people

with legitimate claims can't
afford to even buy insurance,

much less file a claim.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Thank you.

You may step down.

Do these people give a damn about this?

They certainly don't appear to.

Got it.

And going forward, I'd
appreciate it if you'd reel in

your sense of self-satisfaction.

Mr. Toliver, how long have
you been waiting for a liver?

Going on 11 months.

So you've been waiting seven
months. And forgive me,

are you married?

No. Although I hope to be, some day.

- Obviously, no kids?
- Again,

maybe someday, once I find my liver.

If they get to me, in time.

19 months.

So you've been waiting
19 months for your liver.

And what's your life expectancy
if you get one?

I've been told 30 to 35 years.

I've been told I could live
another 50 years.

I was told 50 to 60 years.

Talk to me.

I would, but there's nothing to say.

Yeah?

Hi.

Um, I need to get into
my friend's apartment again.

Whoa, okay. You're just
going to take that?

I'm not taking anything.

I-I don't think I can let you do that.

Yes, you can.

Technically, it belongs
to my boss; he paid for it.

Okay, but I'm-I'm supposed
to just take your word for it?

Hey, my friend has fallen off
the face of the Earth, okay?

She's vanished.

That doesn't just happen.

I need to look through this computer

and I need to figure out what's going on.

Okay, look, hey. Listen.

Do what you want, okay?

But for what it's worth,
it does happen, okay?

People do vanish.

They make themselves
disappear all the time.

Whatever you say.

Mrs. McCrory, hi.

You know, I'm actually standing

in your daughter's apartment right now.

I'm sorry, you want me
to turn on the television?

Channel three?

Okay.

Uh, Mrs. McCro...

If you are just joining
us, updating our top story,

once again repeating the New
Jersey state medical examiner

is now confirming that
there were 37 fatalities

in that I-99 bridge collapse
earlier this week.

Additionally, state
investigators now believe

they have recovered and
identified all the remains

from the bay and are in the
process of notifying next of kin.

This is a late breaking news story.

Keep it right here on this news
channel for all the details.

I'm Logan Crawford, reporting live.

Oh, my God.

Don't.

This is Powell. 23 years old.

Waited two years and
succumbed to his illness

before a liver could be located

and the transplant
successfully performed.

This is Naomi. After waiting 14 months,

a matching liver was finally identified

and transported to her hospital.

She actually, um, passed away
while in prep for her procedure.

Objection. That's a tragic story,

but I fail to see the relevance.

Mr. Colón?

Your Honor, the defense is
simply trying to make the point

that livers, matching livers,
are limited commodities,

that many people
with greater life expectancies

have been waiting far longer
than the plaintiff

who seems to feel that she's entitled...

This isn't about entitlement.

This isn't about jumping the line.

If she doesn't get the operation

in the next 12 weeks,
she is going to die.

And you know what? If she dies,

these people save a lot of money.

Make no mistake, this is about money.

We should be identifying
livers right now.

We should be testing livers right now.

What is insurance for if not for that?

Exactly!

Mr. Colón, unless you have something else

substantive to offer...

Oh, come on, Your Honor!
The plaintiff's lawyer just gave

a closing statement, for God's sakes.

I'm going to ask you to wrap this up.

Of course, Your Honor. The defense rests.

I have a confession to make.

I'm not sure I'm cut out for this.

It's not fun stuff.

People wonder why it pays so much.

Obviously, it's to win,

but also it's hard finding
somebody willing to do it.

So, you know juries.

- What are our odds?
- Not very good.

Anything can happen during deliberations.

We have no way of monitoring
them, but in all likelihood...

Ugh. Well...

What's that?

Your fee for the month.

Well, the month's not over.

Case isn't over and I'm pretty sure

- I didn't do the job you hired me to do.
- Take it.

You know, that lady's lawyer isn't wrong.

Money is important.

And sometimes it can even make
you feel better about things

you might otherwise regret.

Marissa.

What are you trying to do,
give me another heart attack?

Where is everybody?

They were all pretty upset.

I told them that I'd wait here for you.

You remember that bridge that collapsed

in New Jersey last week?

Cable was on it.

She was in a car, car she rented.

Anyway...

they found her in the bay
under 30 feet of water.

And they identified her remains
this morning.

I need to sit down.

Everybody knows? Her mother knows?

Everybody knows.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Cry, maybe.

You want me to hang?

No.

I don't think I like the
idea of you being alone.

I'm-I'm fine.

Are you sure?

You're not gonna do something stupid,

like go get a drink?

I have a system for that.

Uh, as long as I have
taxi money, I have a system.

Seriously, I'm... I'm fine.

You can go.

I'll be all right.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We, the jury, find for the defendant,

EquiSafe Insurance.

The court thanks you for your service.

I got you, I got you.

- It's okay.
- No!

We'll fight this.

We got two jurors.

Not among the mirror jurors,

but among the ones actually
sitting in the jury box.

I knew it.

I knew it.

I knew you'd be great at this.

Look, I know you said

this wasn't for you, but, uh, wow.

Hey, if you change your mind.

Well... I guess I owe you an apology.

I said we couldn't do this
and I was wrong.

No, I think you said we shouldn't do this

and you were right.

By the way, I've been meaning to tell you

those two cases you
lost while I was gone,

I read the transcripts last night.

You were great.

Those two judges were morons.

Well, thank you, Bull.

You want to go grab a...

...fizzy water or something or...?

No. Thanks.

I got to catch a cab.

Something I got to do.

Mrs. Summerfield?

It's my friend.

What do you want?
We have a plane to catch.

I just wanted to give you something.

I don't understand.
This is a check for $2 million

made out to some company.

My company. If you look on the
back, I signed it over to you.

What do you mean?
Why would you give me this?

I don't know.

I'm crazy. You can ask anyone
who works for me.

Also, I just lost somebody.

The truth is, it's EquiSafe
Insurance's money and...

...you know, you should use it

to get your operation and, uh,

put the rest away for your family.

That's absurd.

Is this some kind of a joke?

No joke.

Get your 42 months, which,
by the way, who knows?

Might just be 42 years.

You should really get going. You
don't want to miss your plane.

♪ Happy days... ♪

Thank you! Honey.

Bye, friend.

♪ The skies above are clear again. ♪