All language subtitles for Bull 3x22 - Pillar of Salt (English)

Open the door! Open the door!

Please, please!
She isn't breathing! Please!

- Where do I take her?
- Down the hall,

- Where do I take her?
- to the right. Right.

Clear out.

Oh, my God.

I got cardiac arrest!
Code team, code team.

And what's the little girl's name?

Uh, uh, L-Lizzie. Lizzie Newton.

And she's your daughter?

Yes, yep. Well... uh,
my... she's my stepdaughter.

And how old is she?

She's, she's three.
Three, almost-almost four.

Is she breathing yet?
Did you get her to breathe?

And when did your stepdaughter's
symptoms first appear?

A-About, um, oh, about three hours ago.

She was throwing up,
and-and then she stopped,

and it, it seemed like she got whatever

it was out of her system.

And then, and then she settled down

and went to, went to sleep.

- And then?
- And-and then about

30 minutes later,
I went in to check on her

and her-her breathing seemed funny,

so, uh, we jumped in the cab
and came here

And then, when we were
on the way here, her br...

I just, I can't... I couldn't
hear her breathing at all.

And so then I g... I stopped
and I g... I just gave her CPR...

Can you tell me about these bruises?

What? What bruises?

David,

call me as soon as you land.

I think you're gonna have to come back.

I'm at the hospital

and something is wrong with Lizzie.

Really wrong.

She, she seemed fine this morning.

She was fine all day. I-I gave
her onion soup for dinner,

and she asked f-for more,
sh... and so I gave it to her.

And then she wanted
a third helping, and I said no.

'Cause I... I didn't want her
to make herself sick.

So then she got mad...

She threw a tantrum
and she started biting

into her little beanbags
and throwing them and...

and then Kyle, my newborn,
the... he's my five month old,

he woke up and he started crying and...

And where is your son now?

Uh, he's-he's with my neighbor.

She came over
so I could bring Lizzie here.

Look, look... I...

Look, can-can I please
go check on my daughter now?

- Just a few more questions.
- Look,

I-I will tell you guys
whatever you want to know,

I just need to be with my little girl.

I need to go and check on her.

Oh, my God. How's Lizzie?

Can I see her now?

I am very sorry, Mrs. Newton.

We did everything we could.

No! No!

You see this?

Not enough the little girl's dead,

not enough they've already
decided she did it.

They had to go and give her a nickname.

- "The SoHo Step-Monster."
- Hmm.

Maybe it's just me.

There's times the world
just gets so dark.

The thought of coming into work
every day,

dealing with a dead child, and this

evil woman, whoever she turns out to be.

Oh, okay. Somebody
had a bad weekend, didn't they?

You want to tell
your Uncle Bully all about it?

Izzy's getting divorced, again.

Oh.

Oh.

Benny.

I'm sorry.

My dad's weeping in his grave.

Now my sister's not married,
I'm not married,

there are no grandkids.

Read about this dead child...

I know one thing has
nothing to do with the other,

I know I'm just babbling.

- Is she doing all right?
- I don't know.

I do not know.

- She's not returning my calls.
- Well...

My aunt told me, after church yesterday.

I've been depressed ever since.

Okay. So, here's the good news.

Your depression will pass
and your sister's gonna survive,

'cause that's just who she is.

I mean, lest we forget, she
survived being married to me.

Mm.

And if she was in a bad marriage,

she's getting out,
which is all you can hope for.

You sure this is where he wanted to meet?

It's 10:00 in the morning.
Places like this aren't open.

No, no. He's a hedge fund guy.

Investor in this place.

Thanks for agreeing to talk to me,

for seeing me here.

The apartment's still a crime scene.

There's yellow tape everywhere,
and... stuff.

Lizzie's... things.

It's not a problem, Mr. Newton.

You have our condolences.

Now can you tell us about your wife?

About her relationship,

your relationship, with your daughter?

I don't know.

What is there to tell?

The minute that Lizzie was born...

I don't really know how to describe this.

The truth is...

I was hoping for a boy.

Had games of catch in my head, I guess.

And then, there she was.

She.

And I thought she was the most
magical creature I'd ever seen.

I would race home from work every day.

Stopped playing golf on the weekends.

Get up early in the morning
and just run into her room.

I just lived for her smell.

After my marriage fell apart,

I met Angela.

I explained to her when we started dating

t-that Lizzie and I were a package deal.

And, uh, I have to tell you,
I'm pretty sure Lizzie

was the part of the package
Angela fell in love with first.

Gentlemen, a world does not exist

where that woman would hurt that child.

We hear that.

Last we checked,
arraignment is this afternoon.

I just want to prepare you,
even if they are willing

to entertain bail, it's gonna
be an enormous number.

I don't care. I just want her home.

I can't do this. I can't bury
my daughter without her.

Okay, so,

let's talk about
the medical examiner's report.

Are you aware they're saying
your daughter died

from a lethal overdose of salt?

I mean, that's not
something you see every day.

I don't know what to tell you.
It's not like she ever

reached for a saltshaker.

And we certainly didn't salt her food.

She's three and a half, for God's sakes.

Mr. Newton,
the second-degree murder charge means

the District Attorney's office

doesn't think this was an accident.

They believe that your wife

force-fed your daughter something,

and that it was intentional.

Because they don't know her.

She adored that child.

When we got married, Angela quit her job.

Wouldn't even discuss having a nanny.

And even when Lizzie started
to become difficult,

she was so patient with her.

She was more patient than I was.

How do you mean, difficult?

Tantrums, ripping up things,
and her appetite got crazy.

She would eat till she made herself sick,

and then if we denied her more food,

if we said no, throw another fit.

- This was recent?
- Yeah.

Started with the baby.

As soon as Angela brought Kyle
home from the hospital.

You ever think about
taking her to a specialist?

That wasn't gonna happen.

I share custody,
and it wasn't what you'd call

an amicable divorce,

so as soon as I started
mentioning that Angela and I

had some concerns about Lizzie,

my ex wasn't having it.

She blamed it on the baby.

On me, for having a baby,

for getting married so soon,
having a child so soon.

It was all too much for Lizzie.

Anyway, that was her theory.

Lizzie was always fine
at her house, or so she said.

Look.

I hear that you two are the best.

How do I get you to say yes?

My office will call you.

We'll need some signatures, a retainer.

But you can do this, right?

You can get my wife out
of there? Bring her home,

forever?

I need her.

Our little baby needs her.

Well, there are no
guarantees, Mr. Newton,

but we will do everything we can.

See you in court this afternoon.

You surprised me in there.

Feeling better?

Sun starting to come out in your world?

What can I say? I'm a sucker
for a man who loves his wife.

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Mrs. Newton, I'm Dr. Jason Bull,
this is Benjamin Col�n.

We met with your husband
this morning and he hired us

to help you mount a defense.

In about an hour, we're gonna
go upstairs to arraignment court

where you will be charged, and Mr. Col�n,

acting as your attorney,
will attempt to win you bail.

Okay.

Can I ask you about the salt?

I'm sorry?

Maybe you haven't heard,
but the medical examiner

is claiming that your stepdaughter died

of a lethal ingestion of salt.

I read your statement
to the police about the soup.

But two bowls of soup, 20 bowls of soup,

that's still not enough salt to kill her.

Do you have any ideas how Lizzie

might have taken in so much salt?

Not really.

I mean...

I guess the only thing I can think of is

yesterday morning,
I found her in the pantry,

and she had knocked over
a shelf full of stuff,

like, cereal and spices.

Uh, she could've gotten
into the salt then.

I mean, at the time, I just
thought she was making a mess.

Let me ask you a question.

Your husband mentioned
that Lizzie's behavior

went through a fairly significant change

when you and your newborn son
came home from the hospital.

And I'd be curious to know,

do you think that... those changes...

were from her side of the relationship,

or do you think that...

maybe... you changed

when you finally became a mother?

When I "finally" became a mother?

What did you say your name was?

Bull. Dr. Jason Bull.

Doctor... if you're gonna represent me,

I need you to understand
that I became a mother

over two years ago when
Lizzie first came into my life.

My Lizzie.

Well, nice work today, Mr. Col�n.

Please.

All I did was get our client off

on $5 million bail.

Um...

I think I'm gonna get off
on this corner, sir.

I'll take the train uptown.

Big plans?

Having dinner with my aunt.

- Hmm.
- What can I tell you?

- I'm a glutton for punishment.
- Well...

Hi, this is Izzy.

Please leave a message.

Hey, it's Jason.

Uh... I know you asked me not to call,

but I just... heard about
everything going on

in your life and I just
wanted you to know that...

I was here.

That's it.

Call if you need to,
ignore if you need to.

Ma�ana, iguana.

Okay.

Here we go.

Nice to see you boys again.

Last minute addition to the festivities.

Hmm.

An updated witness list.

Who's Susan Grey?

She's nobody.

Actually, she's nice.

She runs a Baby Jingles class
I took Lizzie to.

How long did Angela and Lizzie Newton

attend your Baby Jingle classes?

Almost a year.

Angela was pregnant when she
first started bringing Lizzie.

Uh, then after the baby was born,

she stayed away for a month or so,

and then she started
bringing both children.

And how would you describe

Angela's relationship with Lizzie?

Good. And early on

I thought it was real good.

So, what changed?

Well, after Angela had Kyle...

I don't know, maybe it was because Kyle

was her own baby...

"Her own baby"?

How do you mean?

Kyle was hers. He came out of her.

Lizzie came with her husband.

Objection.

Calls for a conclusion.

Sustained. Jury will disregard.

So, how was Mrs. Newton's
behavior different

with her daughter?

It was just... different.

She just seemed...

irritable with Lizzie.

I heard her snap at her a bunch of times.

Did she yell at her?

Yes.

Is that why you reached out
to the police after Lizzie died?

No, I reached out to the police because

of something Angela said.

Something she said
the day before Lizzie died.

And what was that?

Well, she showed up
late to class that day.

I guess Lizzie threw up
and made a big mess

in the cab on the way over
and Angela had to clean it up

and... you know,
the baby was screaming and...

anyway, it was like, a whole thing...

Objection.
Hearsay. Facts not in evidence.

Sustained.

Again, jury will disregard.

So.

What did you see or hear

when Mrs. Newton finally
arrived with the children?

Well...

I could see that Angela was upset.

And she told me

Lizzie was behaving like
the kid from The Exorcist

and she didn't know how much
longer she could take it.

And then she said...

"I actually came this close
to just leaving her in the cab."

Talk to me.

I have nothing good to say.

Taylor, on the other hand,

just e-mailed you something she says

Benny's gonna want to see

before he does his cross.

Good morning, Ms. Grey.

Just a couple of quick questions.

Now.

Judging from what you've witnessed,

you think it's easy?

Juggling a difficult toddler
and a five-month-old baby?

- Of course not.
- I bet you've heard

all kinds of crazy things...

coming from stressed-out,

sleep-deprived moms, haven't you?

Of course I have.

But I've never heard anyone say
they wanted to just...

leave their three-year-old
in a strange cab.

And I've never heard anyone
say anything like that

just hours before their child died.

Duly noted.

You know, with that in mind...

would you mind looking at a recent

social media post I believe you made?

You write that, Ms. Grey?

Yes.

And would you mind

reading it out loud to the court?

Sure.

"If my idiot neighbor doesn't stop

"blocking the hallway with his...

Is that the bad word?

- Yes.
- Oh, that's all right.

You don't have to say it;
I'm sure we could

all make out what it is.

Start over, please.

"If my idiot neighbor
doesn't stop blocking

"the hallway with his blank-ing bike,

- I'm going to shove it up his..."
- Ooh.

That's all right. You don't
have to say that, either.

Now.

You wrote that, didn't you?

- I did.
- All right.

So if your neighbor winds up dead,

do you think you should be
prosecuted for his murder?

That's all right, that's all right.

I'll withdraw the question.

Sometimes we say things we don't mean

when we're tired
and frustrated, don't we?

No further questions, Your Honor.

You ready for a riddle?

Excuse me?

What sits and listens
and just turned green?

Don't do this to me. You're
gonna make my head explode.

One down. 11 to go.

Mrs. Valerian.

Your husband joining us this morning?

Uh... no, uh,

he's out of town for a couple of days.

And thank you so much for
seeing me so early this morning.

I just need to be back downtown
before court starts.

Oh, no worries.

So I've got everything right here.

Okay, look, um...

Here's the thing, I'm not naive.

I froze those eggs almost

eight years ago, actually.

I completely understand if they
are past their sell-by date.

Your eggs are fine.

Your eggs are frozen,
and they're just fine.

So is your uterus,
so is your body chemistry.

You're an excellent candidate
for in vitro.

Oh, my God. Seriously?

Unfortunately,

your husband's tests
are much more problematic.

Hmm.

You all right?

It was infidelity.

Pardon me?

My sister's marriage? Izzy's marriage?

- The reason it fell apart?
- Ah.

Infidelity.

- I want to kill her husband.
- Benny...

My aunt told me the night before last.

It's been rolling around
in my brain ever since.

Benny, marriage...

...is really complicated,

and almost impossible to understand

unless you are on the inside of it.

And between you and me?
It's not a spectator sport.

You should leave it alone.

I know. I will.

I'm just venting.

Well, good. 'Cause if you did

murder that guy,
I wouldn't know who to call,

'cause the best lawyer I know
would be behind bars.

So, Mrs. Newton,

you were David Newton's first wife?

Yes. Lizzie was my daughter.

I gave birth to her.

Now, it's been said by others

that Lizzie could be a challenging child.

Was that your impression?

Honestly, no.

Lizzie was...

I used to call her
my portable joy machine.

Always smiling, always alert.

Always paying attention. She had

these big eyes.

I swear, they were wide open the minute

they put her on my chest
in the delivery room.

She didn't want to miss a thing.

Sorry.

And to the best of your knowledge,

she was always like that?

Obviously, when David left,
it was difficult for everyone.

She got upset once in a while,
but that was to be expected.

He was an enormous part
of both of our lives.

And then, he wasn't.

Now once you and David were divorced,

you shared custody. Is that correct?

Yes. I had Lizzie every other week.

It was a big adjustment for both of us.

And how did Lizzie deal with that?

Objection. Calls for state of mind.

I'll rephrase.

How did you deal with that?

Well, I missed Lizzie terribly
when she wasn't with me.

But it was also hard because,
as much as I trusted David,

I didn't know his new wife.

I didn't know Angela, and suddenly,

she was spending all this time
with my daughter.

More time than David,
who actually traveled a lot.

More time than me. I work for a living.

I mean, this Angela person

was the primary caregiver on
the weeks that they had Lizzie.

Okay.

So, aside from your lack
of familiarity with Angela,

was there anything specific

about her parenting that concerned you?

Yes.

She did things.

Disciplinary things
that I did not agree with.

Like what?

Well, one Sunday...

I picked up Lizzie
and she was crying inconsolably.

I asked her what was wrong,
and she stuck out her tongue

and showed me a red pepper flake.

She said Angela made her put it
there because she was bad.

Objection. Hearsay.

Your Honor,

she said that the child was crying.

This is clearly an exception
to the hearsay rule.

This is excited utterance.

I agree. Objection overruled.

You may continue, Ms. Lake.

So, Angela punished your daughter

by forcing her
to put something in her mouth?

That's what she told me.

I have no further questions, Your Honor.

Red pepper on
a three-year-old's tongue, huh?

A red pepper flake.

- Mm.
- It's some kind of behavior modification

she read about on her
pediatrician's blog.

Apparently, she caught Lizzie
eating some lip balm

and wanted to put a stop to it
before the little girl got sick.

And how am I supposed to get
to that in my cross-examination?

You push. Just got to hit her
with both barrels.

No, Bull, come on.

She's a grieving mother.
I don't want to push.

It's a high-risk move.
The jury could turn on us.

Trust me. We've got another
grieving mother to worry about,

and if we don't do our job,
she's going to jail.

Now, Mrs. Newton, you mentioned
that you don't actually know

your ex-husband's new wife all that well.

Would you mind telling me why that is?

I...

Well, I don't know.

I mean, is that a realistic expectation?

We just haven't spent
that much time together.

Okay, but isn't it true
that Angela has been

in a relationship with your
ex-husband for over two years?

Again, is that a realistic expectation?

She's not someone I chose
to bring into my life.

In fact, her arrival
into my life has caused me

considerable heartache and sadness.

Understood.

But two years sounds like plenty
of time to get to know someone.

Especially someone
who's spending so much time

- with your child.
- Objection.

Counsel is testifying.

Sustained. Ask a question, Mr. Col�n.

All right, uh, l-let me ask you this.

Isn't it true that

you felt replaced by my client?

That, in your mind,
she took your husband,

took your daughter, took your family?

I did not feel replaced by Angela,

I was replaced by Angela.

And don't you think that might
be coloring your testimony,

with regard to my client

and her guilt or innocence
in this matter?

- Objection.
- Fine. Fine, fine, Your Honor.

I'll withdraw the question

and ask another.

Do you have any idea why my client

put a red pepper flake
on Lizzie's tongue?

Because she didn't
really like my daughter?

Because it's cruel,

- because she's cruel.
- Were you aware

of Lizzie's enormous appetite?

I'm sorry. Lizzie did not
have an enormous appetite.

Not at my house.

Were you aware
that she liked to eat lip balm?

God,

no.

Were you aware
that the red pepper flake idea

was one that she got
from her pediatrician?

Who is, of course,
also your pediatrician?

No. I wasn't aware of that.

Thank you. I have no further questions

at this time, Your Honor.

You were right.

Coming back at the first Mrs. Newton hard

made a real difference.

- I'm sorry I ever doubted you.
- No, I get it.

You're a decent man, Benny Col�n.

I, of course, am not similarly afflicted.

Uh-oh. Here we go.

Izzy's husband... ex-husband.
Ex-husband to be.

I'm gonna take this outside.

Go easy on him.

Prosecution's about to rest. We're up,

and I'm here to tell you,
we got our work cut out for us.

Do you want me to prep Angela?

No, we can't put Angela on the stand.

She's too young, too pretty.

She looks exactly like the threat

every married female juror
lives in terror of.

Who's that leave? The husband?

I can prep him.

Get him to talk about how good
a mother Angela was to Lizzie?

I w... I wish there were something

that would demonstrate...
Uh, some kind of...

What if we got our hands on some videos?

Some mementos of things
they did together?

Some pictures of
a birthday party, or Christmas?

Yeah. That kind of thing.

You think you could round up
something like that?

Something David could show
the jury that would demonstrate

Angela's love for that little girl?

Yeah, I'll go to
the Newton's house tomorrow,

see what I can find.

Can I have the office, please?

For a minute?

I'd like everyone to leave the office

so that I might speak
to Bull alone, in private.

So, how'd your call go?

It went.

Turns out, he wasn't cheating.

Swears on the Bible he loves her.

Oh, hey. Well, that's good news.

That's a relief, right?

Who knows? Maybe the marriage
still has a chance.

I don't think so.

Turns out, my sister cheated on him.

Really? Doesn't sound like Izzy.

It was Izzy who told him.

Wow.

Have you no regard

for anything or anyone

other than yourself?

Other than your appetites?

Excuse me?

You made love to my sister
during my father's funeral?

The man hadn't even been
in the ground an hour.

- Benny... Benny!
- What kind of an animal are you?

Izzy and her husband were
already having problems.

You knew this. She was upset.

Of course she was upset.

We had just put my father in the ground!

She was vulnerable.
You took advantage of her.

Wait, wait, wait! I didn't
take advantage of anyone.

Izzy was upset, okay?

And she's a grown woman.

I probably shouldn't tell you
this, but she kissed me first.

- Take that back.
- What?

Take that back.

What are you, 11? "Take that back"?

- Benny!
- Don't you "Benny" me!

Okay, okay.

I'm done with you.
I'm done with this place!

I will finish the case
like a professional,

but the second it's done,
I am out the door.

Out the door!

Oh, Benny.

Benny.

Come on, I'm begging you.

Grow up.

You grow up.

You grow up.

Oh!

Oh, goodness. He split your lip.

Does it hurt?

Only every time my heart beats.

Could you get me some alcohol?

Of course.

Here. Give me your lip.

What-what are you doing?

I didn't mean that kind of alcohol.

It's after 11:00.

Aren't we supposed to be in court?

I asked Benny to file
for a one-day continuance.

And why would you do that?

- Where is Benny?
- Told me he was gonna

be working from home today.

All right. Anything else I need to know?

Actually,

tons.

So I got this scrapbook this
morning from the Newtons' house.

It was in Lizzie's room.

I was thinking maybe the father
could show it to the jury?

It's clearly homemade.

It looks like Angela made it
just for the little girl.

You can tell that
thing took a lot of time,

but it looks like it's been through hell.

I'm not sure that's gonna send

- the right message to the jury.
- It's funny.

Everything in Lizzie's room looked like

it had been through hell.

Her rug was torn,

the wallpaper was... was coming apart.

I even saw a little hole
in one of the couch cushions

where the stuffing was pulled out.

These look like teeth marks to you?

Tiny ones?

Have you ever heard of "pica"?

Pica. It's quite rare
and difficult to diagnose.

Kids with pica will
eat all kinds of things:

dirt, chalk, paper,

erasers, paint, hair.

Even light bulbs.

Light bulbs? Huh.

But... Dr. Sommerville,

those aren't foods.

And according to the medical examiner,

this child died from consuming
a lethal amount of salt.

I know it's confusing,

but experts believe that
the mineral quality of the salt

actually satisfies the pica cravings.

But would pica explain the consumption

of nearly six teaspoons of salt?

Yes.

Sadly, there have been
a number of reported cases

of lethal salt overdoses

in children who suffered from pica.

Accidental overdoses?

Oh, yes, yes.

All of them entirely accidental.

So, in your expert opinion,
do you believe

that Lizzie Newton suffered from pica?

Yes.

Thank you.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Dr. Sommerville,

did you examine Lizzie Newton?

No, I did not.

Oh, so, you never examined this child,

and yet you are rendering a diagnosis.

Well, I often consult in cases

where I don't meet personally
with the patient.

But just to be clear,

you never witnessed Lizzie
eating wallpaper or chalk

or an abundance of salt, did you?

No, I did not.

Look, I know we both said a lot of things

we didn't mean the other night...

I meant everything I said.

Benny, we're dying in there.

Yeah. We need someone other than Angela

who can testify that Lizzie was
eating all that crazy stuff.

That's what we need.
That's what we don't have.

And I don't know where you're
gonna find one of those.

I know you're still in mourning.

Yes, I am.

Yes, I am.

And yet...

you chose to eviscerate me
in court the other day.

Did you think that after
the death of my daughter,

I was beyond suffering?

I am sorry, Mrs. Newton.

You knew your daughter
was having issues, didn't you?

I understand why you don't

want to think about it.

You don't want to think

she ate that salt on her own.

Maybe you didn't put it all together.

Three good parents and a pediatrician.

Everyone missed it.

But if you don't say something...

soon...

a woman who loved your daughter
very, very much

is going to prison for
something that's not her fault.

Angela...

was the first one to suspect
something was wrong with Lizzie.

I didn't want to see it.

I guess I didn't want to accept that

she might know my own daughter
better than I did.

Was there ever an occasion
when you witnessed Lizzie

eating something that wasn't food?

In the park, I caught her eating chalk.

Twice.

And then dirt.

I brushed it off as something kids do.

I told myself it wasn't a problem.

Bull?

Still no word?

The jury or Benny?

I told you he's working
from home, and asked that

we not call unless it's word
that the jury is back.

Are you okay if I go?

Greg's coming back tonight.

He was supposed to have landed already,

but his plane keeps getting delayed.

I just want to be there
when he gets there.

Sure.

Hey, you.

I finally made it.

Mm...

So, talk to me.

I want to hear all about it:
schedules, dates, how it works.

What we have to do.

I was walking around the airport tonight,

and there were kids everywhere.

Strollers, people carrying them
in backpacks,

buying 'em stuff at the gift shop...

And I thought, a year from now,

that's me.

What?

I changed my mind.

You changed your mind?

Don't hate me.

Oh, honey...

I could never hate you.

Oh, my gosh, don't even think that.

You are my everything.

You're my everything.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

"In the case of

"The People of the State
of New York v. Angela Newton

"for the crime of murder
in the second degree,

"we the jury find the defendant

not guilty."

Oh, my God.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

You want a ride?

Nah. I'm good.

Hello, stranger.

My brother said I'd find you here.

Where can I take you?

Where are you going?

To hell, clearly.

I'm sorry about your divorce.

I'm sorry about all the...

pain...

and the role I apparently played in it.

I lost you, now I've lost your brother.

You sure you want to ride with me?

You haven't lost my brother.

Well, not permanently.

He's just a real hardhead,
especially about family.

He'll be back.

Hmm. How can you say that?

How do you know?

I'm pregnant, you big Bull.

What?

I think maybe you're stuck
with both of us.

He's gonna be an uncle,

and you're gonna be a daddy.

A daddy.

Have you forgotten how to kiss?

- Wait a second.
- No.

I won't.