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Nice nap?

These days, if I wake up,
I consider it a nice nap.

- Mom.
- Hey.

- Got some ice cream for you.
- Mm.

And it's a little melted,

so it is nice and soft.

No, you eat it.

"You eat it"? What kind of way

is that to talk to your older brother?

My only brother.

Thank God.

You don't want to make me
have to get physical.

Mom, you better eat it.

Hello, Zbyszek family.

Just got back from radiology.

What's the good word, Dr. Weber?

Do we really want to have this
conversation in front of everyone?

Yes, we do.

I wish I had something
positive to report.

We were aware the cancer in
your lungs had metastasized

to your liver and kidneys,

but this latest MRI shows
it's taken up residence

in your brain as well.

No.

I'm so sorry.

So, what now?

Now we do all we can to make
you as comfortable as possible.

What sort of...

time frame are we looking at?

About 12 weeks.

Possibly sooner.

I'll give you some privacy.

There is one other option.

I'm hesitant to bring it up...
it's highly experimental.

Are-are you talking about a drug?

A-A different kind of chemo?

It is a drug.

But it works very differently than chemo.

It's part of a really
cutting-edge therapy.

And the drug company
administering the trials

is extraordinarily selective
about whom they're willing

to test it on, but...

I happen to have a relationship
with this company,

and if you're interested,

I'm fairly certain
I could twist their arm.

I mean, would you be interested?

- Of course she's interested.
- Wait a second.

This is the first we're hearing.

Now, I need to warn you.

Before you just blindly consent...

the drug is in its first phase
of human clinical trials.

Everything is an open question.

You said you could call somebody
and plead our case.

Why don't you get that going.

It's nice to see you again, Jonathan.

Oh. You, too.

We're all so sorry about Lily.

Thank you, Susan.

He's sitting there
in the doctor's office.

He goes, "Doctor, just last week
you told me I only had

"a month to live; then
you send me a bill for $1,000.

I can't pay a bill like that
before the end of the month."

Doctor looks at him and says,
"Okay, you win.

Now you have six months to live."

James.

Jonathan. Jonathan Zbyszek.

My sister, Lily, was your patient.

We lost her two weeks ago.

Yes. Of course.

I'm so sorry.

What can I do for you, Jonathan?

Could I just have a quick word?

I'm... sort of
in the middle of something.

A reporter came to see me.

She's writing an article about you.

About the drug you used on my sister.

Of course.

Again, I can't tell you

how sorry I am about your sister.

That reporter told me that
that drug you gave Lily

had never been used
on a human being before.

Ever.

Just rats... lab rats.

The reporter told you that?

Well, I don't know where he or she

might have gotten
their information, but...

She screamed.
The last two weeks of her life,

she screamed and howled and hallucinated.

I kept calling your office
and you never got back to me.

We knew... it... was experimental.

We knew there was a possibility
of unpleasant side effects.

- We knew...
- You knew nothing!

How could you know anything?

No one had ever tried that stuff before.

You turned my sister into a guinea pig.

Your sister was dying.

It was a Hail Mary move.
I was very clear about that.

She died a painful, agonizing death

because of you.

Her son and I watched her suffer.

No peace. Just agony and then silence.

They couldn't give her enough morphine.

You're upset.

And I'm sorry about that,

but this is neither
the time nor the place.

I'm going back to my table now.

I'm talking to you.

Call my office.

Make an appointment.

Set up a consult.

Don't make me call the police.

He's gone for the day.

I need some advice.

Eat more fiber.

No one will want to be
around you, but who cares?

You'll outlive them.

There's a Jonathan Zbyszek outside.

He doesn't have an appointment,

but he claims he owns and operates

the parking lot in our building,

as well as a number of other
buildings here in Manhattan.

- Did someone hit my car?
- Oh, no, no.

He says it's a legal matter.

He seems pretty upset about something.

Mr. Zbyszek?

I'm Dr. Jason Bull.

What can I do for you?

Whatever I say to you...

it stays between us, right?

Whether you end up
being my lawyer or not?

You're seeking legal counsel.

So yes, anything you say is protected

by attorney-client privilege,

whether or not we end up
taking your case,

whether or not you choose
to have us defend you.

So how can I help you?

I think I killed a man last night.

You think?

I killed a man last night.

It was an accident,
but I killed him just the same.

I pushed him and he fell and he died.

So, a week after the funeral,

this reporter comes to see him
and tells him,

"This drug has never, ever been used

on a human being."

- My God.
- And he doesn't know

what to do with this information,

how to process it, so...

he does nothing.

But... then he walks into a restaurant,

and there's the doctor.

And he thinks it's a sign from God.

So he goes over to the table,

talk to the guy.

They step away,
they have a little discussion,

but the doctor won't engage.

So Mr. Zbyszek waits
outside the restaurant.

When the doctor finally comes out,

they walk along the street together.

But now the doctor
is just looking straight ahead,

refuses to say anything.

And that's very frustrating
to Mr. Zbyszek.

And finally this Zbyszek guy loses it,

and he lays hands on him
and pushes him...

into one of those chain-link barriers

that they put around construction sites.

But... it turns out
he's pushed him into a gate,

and it isn't locked,

and it opens up,
and the doctor falls 50 feet

into a concrete pit.

Wow.

So did he call the police?

Yup. Public phone.

Didn't give his name.

Hung around across the street

long enough to see the ambulance show up

and take the body away.

So what do you want us to do?

Well, I need the two of you
to dig up whatever and whoever

might have witnessed this altercation

between Mr. Zbyszek and the doctor

at a restaurant called

Farfallah on 30th and 11th.

And the doctor's name

is Floyd Weber.

Sounds like we're taking this case.

I am leaning that way.

Why is that?

Guy's already confessed to you.

Doesn't sound like there's a lot to do.

Certainly sounds like he's guilty.

I know. That's the thing.

Uh, what's the thing?

I don't think he is.

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I spent a very long night last night.

Lots of thinking. Lots of soul-searching.

Lots of decision-making.

I can't do this.

I can't just go on with my life
and hope that no one realizes

that what happened to Dr. Weber didn't...

didn't just happen.

So...

if you're willing, I'd like to
hire you folks to represent me.

To call the authorities on my behalf

and to...

negotiate my surrender.

Mr. Zbyszek, what is it about you?

What is it about your story...

that I just don't believe?

- Excuse me?
- Not the most important parts.

I believe it really happened.

I believe it was unintentional.

The 55th Precinct confirms
a body was discovered

yesterday morning at a construction site

near the restaurant.

For what it's worth, at the moment,

it is not being treated as a homicide.

No.

The part that doesn't work for me is you.

What are you talking about?

- What do you mean?
- Well, my crack team here...

Danny was FBI, Taylor
and Marissa used to work

for Homeland Security...
they got their hands

on some neighborhood surveillance video.

I want to show it to you.

This is a sidewalk surveillance camera

taken by the block association

business coalition.

That's you, isn't it?

Who is that?

You didn't mention

anyone being with you when
you came in to speak with me.

That's my sister's son.

My nephew.

Andrew, 16.

Goes to the Chelsea Academy.

We were picking up food for dinner.

He-he lives with me now.

Actually, I'm in the process
of adopting him.

And did he happen to see you
push Dr. Weber into that gate?

No, he did not.

And did he happen to push
Dr. Weber into that gate?

When you came to see me yesterday,

I was struck by how little
contrition I sensed from you.

Here you were, confessing
to killing another human being,

but there didn't seem to be any regret.

And yet, at the same time,

you were filled with concern for someone.

Not the dead man.

Not yourself.

For Andrew?

He's an amazing kid,

who's been dealt a very tough hand.

Never knew his dad.

Mother ripped away from him by cancer.

No brothers or sisters.

He wouldn't come
in the restaurant with me.

It's kind of o-our neighborhood place.

He knew.

He knew... someone would
say something about Lily,

and I think he just couldn't...

I came out of the restaurant
and I told him

I had seen the doctor.

He immediately... he wanted,
he wanted to go back in there.

It took me five minutes
to talk him out of that idea.

We started walking home,

stopped in a bodega to grab some milk,

and there he is, across the street,

heading to the subway.

And all of a sudden, Andy starts yelling,

"You lied to us!"

And what'd the doctor do?

He starts walking really fast.

And Andrew?

He runs across the street
to catch up with him, and does.

And you were trying
to keep up with Andrew.

Best I can.

But now he's standing beside him,

screaming about how he's a liar,

and the doctor's got his cell phone out,

threatening to call the cops.

And Andrew doesn't care.

The kid's all up in his face.

"Why won't you talk to me?"

And the doctor keeps turning his back,

and-and the kid's
getting angrier and angrier,

and finally he turns him around
and he gives him a shove

into the fence,

and it suddenly swings open,

and he's just gone.

Why don't you go and
pull Andrew out of school

and bring him back here.

We need to get to work.

She'll be down in a minute.

Uh, doctor's appointment.

She's nervous.

Nervous.

Uh, excuse me. Any way we can
put this barrier up, here?

Just for privacy?

Thanks.

Is this Dr. Bull's?

Yeah, he lent it to me.

You okay?

I'm okay.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm okay.

Come here.

Do we have an ETA on when our new client

and his son are coming back?

Uh, slight complication.

Jonathan went to Andrew's school
and discovered he wasn't there.

What are we doing to find him?

We've got Danny out in the field

and Taylor trying
to track his cell phone.

Just found him. Or, at least, his phone.

He's in a building
at 238 West 10th Street.

Wait a second.
Isn't that the 55th Precinct?

What in the world is he doing

at the 55th Precinct?

You think maybe they brought
him in for questioning?

Or he turned himself in.

Okay, Marissa, call the precinct.

Tell them that we are representing Andrew

and not to take a statement from him

until counsel is present,

- and that we are on our way.
- Will do.

Sorry to bother you, Officer,
but I'm looking for

a 16-year-old named Andrew Zbyszek.

I was led to believe he might be here.

I'm his attorney.

Uh, actually, he's, uh, in
with a detective at the moment.

There must be some mistake.
Our office called.

Asked you not to interview the boy,

not to take his statement,

that we were his counsel
and we were on our way.

Apparently, he waived
his right to counsel.

Waived his right to counsel? He's 16.

Andrew Zbyszek?

Yes, sir.

My name's Dr. Jason Bull.

This is Benjamin Colón.

Your dad... your uncle...

uh, asked us to help you.

Mr. Colón is an attorney

and I am a kind of legal strategist.

So he knows I'm here... my uncle?

You didn't want him to?

I knew he was getting ready
to turn himself in.

Tell them he did it.

I couldn't let him do that.

So you came over here

to the police station
to tell them you did it.

'Cause I did. And they've already

taken your statement?

I told them what happened.

That he had nothing to do with it.

That he tried to stop me.

You tell them it was an accident?

I didn't push him by accident.

And I told them that.

But... yeah, that gate opening...

that was an accident.

And I told them that, too.

But the man's dead and I did it.

And you said that as well.

So what happens now?
I keep asking the police,

and they keep telling me to wait.

Well, unfortunately,
everything you just told them

sounds like a confession,

which means it's admissible in court.

We're gonna have to go to court?

Oh, yeah.

If we want to keep you out of jail.

But first we have to get you out of here.

- Arrange a bail hearing.
- And just so we're clear,

moving forward,
anyone asks you a question...

the police, anyone...

you tell them to come and talk
to one of us, okay?

Sure.

And just so you know...

I've been thinking about it a lot...

and I'm okay if they need to kill me.

Excuse me?

If someone needs to pay
for the doctor dying...

...I'm okay with it being me.

Death, people dying...

it's kind of everywhere
I've been looking lately.

So if it's supposed to happen, it's okay.

I'd just...

I'd kind of like to get it over with.

Knock, knock, knock.

Chunk.

This is Andrew Zbyszek.

Andrew, this is Chunk Palmer.

He is gonna tell you
everything you need to know

about how to comport
yourself in court tomorrow.

Andrew.

Thanks.

Uh, you want to have a seat?

Now, most people believe
that this is the hot seat.

And it is.

But...

why don't you sit over there.

Go ahead.

You can certainly see me here, right?

Yes.

But where else can you see?

This is where you'll be sitting.

The defense table.

Now, look at the witness box.

And now look at me.

When that jury isn't looking
at the witness,

they're turning and looking
right here at you.

So even when you're not testifying,

you're always on.

You get that?

That's all you got for me?

Look...

I know that you've been through a lot

over the past month or so.

But if you're not gonna
act like you give a damn

about what's happening
to you, I promise you,

the jury's not gonna give a damn either.

- Okay.
- No.

It's not okay.

I-Is this what you want?

To spend the rest of
your life behind bars?

Is this what your late
mother would want for you?

Andrew, everything that I've read,

everything that I've been told...

you did nothing to deserve any of this.

I laughed.

Excuse me?

I laughed.

I don't think anyone heard me.

But I was so mad at this guy...
the doctor...

so mad he wouldn't talk to me.

So I grabbed him, I pushed him.

He hits into that fence, bounces into it.

It was like a cartoon.

He was there and then he wasn't.

And I laughed.

And then I started to realize
what really happened.

So I walked to the edge and looked down.

And it was so dark...

so deep.

I could see him at the bottom.

His arms and legs pointed
in the craziest directions.

Okay.

You laughed.

And then you stopped.

Andrew,

you did not kill him.

You had no way of knowing
that that gate was gonna open.

It's still my fault.

No. It isn't.

And I don't care about how mad you were.

And I don't care that you laughed.

Regretting things...

doesn't make you guilty of causing them.

Trust me.

This is something
I know quite a bit about.

Mr. Prosecutor,
call your next witness, please.

The People would like to call
Jonathan Zbyszek to the stand.

Objection, Your Honor.

Jonathan Zbyszek
is the defendant's uncle,

and is in the process
of becoming his adoptive father.

Please don't allow this, Your Honor.

He was a witness.

In fact, he was the only witness.

I'm not unsympathetic,

but I need Mr. Zbyszek to take the stand.

Mr. Zbyszek, on the night in question,

did you have any physical contact

with the deceased, Dr. Floyd Weber?

Physical contact? No.

Well, did you see anyone else

have any physical contact with Dr. Weber?

Yes.

Can you identify him for us?

It was my sister's son.

My nephew, Andrew.

Can you describe
the physical contact to me?

He... pushed him.

Now, can you describe the push?

The shove?

It-it... it was just a shove.

Are you sure? With just one arm?

I don't know.

It happened pretty quick.

But, yeah, I'm pretty sure.

Could he have used two arms?

It's possible.

I-I was kind of behind him.

I mean...

I can't be sure.

Because your nephew described it
to the police as, quote:

"I kind of just really pushed him.

"Kind of just checked him,

like you would in a hockey game."

Okay. If that's what he said.

When you check someone, you use two arms,

kind of cross your arms across your chest

and come at the person.

Hockey's not really my game.

Okay.

Back to the night in question.

So what do you think was
the purpose of that shove?

Purpose?

Try to get the man's attention,

to-to try to engage him.

With the court's permission,
we'd like to play a video

of the defendant playing
hockey for his school.

Objection! Relevance?

Your Honor,

I think it's very clear that
this case hinges on intent.

What was the young man's

intent when he became physical
with the doctor?

And I believe this tape
will take us a long way

towards making that intention clear.

Mr. Colón,

you're going to have a chance
to review the tape

with the witness on cross.

I'm going to allow it.

Is this Andrew, your nephew?

Yes, number 99.

That's Andrew.

So what do you think

was the purpose of that shove?

I have no idea.

- I mean, it's a game.
- Objection.

- Calls for speculation.
- Are you aware

the opposing player lost
four teeth, broke three ribs

- and broke his collarbone?
- Objection!

- He is badgering the witness.
- Do you think your nephew

was trying to get that
other player's attention?

- Trying to draw a comparison between...
- Mr. Maxwell!

...an athletic event
and a tragic accident!

- To get him to engage?!
- Mr. Maxwell!

My apologies, Your Honor.

You're on notice, Mr. Maxwell.

Objection sustained.

The jury will disregard the testimony

as it relates to the hockey tape footage.

And are they? Are they disregarding it?

Well, I can only assume
the jury didn't hear her.

We're staring at nine red.

The defense will call

its first witness.

The defense would like to call
Brenda Novack to the stand.

Ms. Novack,

thank you for making yourself

available to testify today.

Now, you were with Dr. Weber
for how long?

I was his surgical coordinator
for six years.

He hired me right out of school.

I'm guessing you're still
coming to grips with his death.

I am.

So take me through this.

As I understand it,

cancer patients receive either one

or a combination of
therapies or protocols

that are thought to be conventional.

Right? Hospitals have,
uh, approved of them.

Insurance companies
have signed off on them.

But occasionally, a doctor may want

to try something experimental, right?

And in that case, they would need to get

what is known as an informed
consent from the patient.

- Am I right?
- Yes.

And this informed consent involves

signing a rather lengthy
set of documents,

which insures the patient knows

- exactly what they're getting into.
- That's right.

Now, you're normally there for that...

for the signing and explanation
of the informed consent.

I mean, these things
can run 40 or 50 pages,

and you're there to make sure if
the patient has any questions...

And to make sure that every single page

that requires a signature gets one.

But on this occasion, when it came time

for Ms. Zbyszek to sign
and review the paperwork,

you weren't there, right?

That's correct.

Now, why do you think that was?

I was told that

the idea for therapy
came up spontaneously

and that once the decision was made,

the patient was anxious
to sign and begin.

Aha.

I'd know the sound
of that "aha" anywhere.

Prepare for liftoff.

You don't think it was because

the doctor knew if you were there

that you would have felt
compelled to tell the patient

that the drug she had given permission

to be used on her had never been used

on another human being before?

Objection.

Asked and answered. No foundation.

Calls for speculation. Relevance.

The list goes on and on.

There you go. Guy's like a Swiss watch.

I do apologize, Your Honor.

If you'll allow me,

I'll withdraw the question.
As a matter of fact,

I have no more questions

for this witness at the present time.

Thank you.

The man is smooth.

Mr. Maxwell, your witness.

Ms. Novack,

when a patient is staring
at a terminal diagnosis,

and they are still at the hospital,

how many times in a given day
might a doctor meet with them?

It varies.

He could visit once,
or he could visit several times.

Several times.

And what obligation does the doctor have,

assuming the patient is still making

all of their own decisions,

to inform, say, one's
brother, one's minor son,

of the particulars involving a
suggested experimental protocol?

To the best of my knowledge,
the doctor is under

no such obligation.

So,
is it outside the realm of possibility

that Dr. Weber may have returned
to Ms. Zbyszek's room

and explained to her
she'd be the first to try

this new protocol,

and she simply never
shared this with her son

- or brother?
- Objection, Your Honor.

No foundation. Calls for speculation.

Relevance.

The list goes on and on.

- Touché.
- Objection sustained.

Fine. I will withdraw
the question, Your Honor.

No further questions at this time.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

A.D.A.'s actually made a good point.

The jury gods giveth
and the jury gods taketh away.

Felt like we had a pretty good day today.

Yeah, we're definitely making progress.

I think we're at the point where
it would be extremely valuable

for the jury to hear directly from you.

At the end of the day,
this is all about intent,

all about what you were trying
to do when you pushed that man.

And the only person who can
speak accurately to that

is you.

On the other hand, there is no point

putting you on the stand

if you're still convinced you're guilty.

It's all right.

Let me know in the morning.

You're awfully quiet.

You're letting the fact
that the kid won't commit

to testifying get you down?

Not really.

It'd be nice, but...

Well, then, what's going on
in that brain of yours?

What's your read on the jury?

Marissa will tell you
we're almost dead even,

but I don't buy it.

I think they're all slippery jurors,

and they're gonna get
to that deliberation room,

and because neither side
has really proven anything,

and the only absolute fact
is that a man is dead...

...that boy's gonna end up
spending some time behind bars.

Wow.

It's pretty fatalistic.

Just calling it as I see it.

But here's the big question:

Why'd he do it?

Doctor, I mean.

Why would a professional,

a man of some repute,
risk his reputation,

his license, his everything

to trick a patient into trying a drug

that hasn't even been proven to work

on anyone other than a lab rat? Why?

And trust me, that is the kind
of question someone's gonna ask

in that jury room,
and when no one can answer it,

the jury is going to embrace
the A.D.A.'s thesis,

which is, he did tell her,
and she just never mentioned it

to anyone else.

And then this becomes a case about a...

...grieving kid wanting someone to pay

for his mother's death.

And on that happy note,

see you in the morning, sir.

Don't you "sir" me.

Yes, sir.

Hello, stranger.

Hey.

What brings you back to Dodge?

Well, apparently,
Taylor is looking for me.

You're working some peculiar hours.

Yeah. Fatherhood.

You'll see.

Mm. Well, uh,

my daughter hasn't been feeling well.

She's been going through something,

so she's been, uh, at my house
for the past few days.

But, um, I'll take her back
to her dorm on Sunday.

Well, give her my best.

Tell her I hope she feels better.

Will do. Oh.

How goes court?

Ah, it goes.

Maybe not our way, but... it goes.

Sorry about that.
Well, haven't you heard?

Justice really is blind.

So I'm climbing down

every rabbit hole I can find,

and I start researching the company

that actually manufactures
the drug that was tested

on Andrew's mother,
and guess whose name came up

on the corporate website

as a "consultant to the company."

The late Dr. Weber.

Curious, right?

So now I really want to go to town.

I want to find out
what being a consultant means.

So I hack into the corporate server,

and I find Dr. Weber's
employment agreement.

Basically, they hired him
to procure terminal patients

on whom to test their drug.

Okay.

It's morbid.

But... I get it.

You have to test it
on people with the disease,

and the only people willing to risk it

are gonna be people
staring at a certain death.

Wait. I haven't told you the best part.

They paid him half a million dollars,

in advance,

and gave him two years.

And apparently, over the course
of these two years,

he approached 17 other people.

But once he told them
about the possible side effects

and the fact that
it had never been tested

on any human beings before,
they all said no.

Hmm.

And here's where it gets
really interesting.

When he got the go-ahead
from Andrew's mother,

there was only a week left
to his agreement.

One more thing.

If he had been unable to procure
anyone on whom to test the drug,

he would have had to pay back
the $500,000.

Dr. Bull, aren't you gonna say anything?

Yabba Dabba Doo.

The defense would like to call
Dr. Bryce Winters to the stand.

Dr. Winters,

you are the chief executive officer

of X2XST Pharmaceuticals?

Yes. And by the way,
the company's name is pronounced

"X to exist."

Oh.

Well, thank you for clearing that up.

Now, can you please explain
what your company does?

We are a pharmaceutical incubator.

Our mission is to develop
and ultimately market

cutting-edge medicines.

And, of course, these drugs
go through rigorous testing,

first on animals and then on humans.

So when you finally got permission

to test your new cancer drug on humans,

how did you go about recruiting them?

We contract with doctors
all over the country

to help us find patients
who fit the criteria

and might be interested.

Doctors like the late Dr. Weber?

Yes. Dr. Weber was

one of several consultants
we had agreements with.

So, I take it, it wasn't easy

to find subjects upon whom to test

this particular drug, am I right?

It's been a struggle.

While our drug has shown great promise

in its early testing
on small lab animals,

the combination of
a modest cure rate of 16%

coupled with some
daunting side effects...

- Like?
- In rats,

we've seen hallucinations,
periods of intense nausea,

muscle spasms.

As I'm sure you can imagine,
once you share

that kind of data
with potential candidates,

the conversation becomes
much more challenging.

And how did it work
with you and Dr. Weber?

What was the nature
of your agreement with him?

It was a two-year agreement.

He was paid half a million dollars.

And what if, in that two years,

he was unable to find
a suitable candidate?

Well, then he would return the money.

And when he was finally able
to convince Andrew's mother

to volunteer to try the new drug,

how many days were left on his contract?

I believe there were four days.

Four days.

Four days before
he would have had to pay back

half a million dollars.

I may be off by a day or two,

but that's my recollection.

Thank you.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Oh.

Actually, I have one more.

If my client's mother was
the first person to be tested

with this new drug, does that mean

that all the other doctors
you had contracted with

had to give you back however
much it was you were paying them?

Actually, no. That's the thing.

Once you get that first volunteer,

it becomes a much easier proposition.

We've actually had seven more trials

with the drug since then.

And now are those trial subjects doing?

Unfortunately, we've yet to see
a positive outcome

in a human trial.

I think I would like to testify.

You might just want to
have Benny give his closing argument

and quit while you're ahead.

We've got nine jurors on our side.

Nope.

Andrew and I are going for a clean sweep.

Andrew,

simple question.

Did you know Dr. Weber was

going to be in the restaurant that night?

No.

How could I? And did you know

that the chain-link fence
you had pushed him into

was actually a gate,

and that the gate would be left unlocked?

I mean,

that would be something
you would have to know

if by pushing him into the
fence you hoped to kill him.

I didn't even know there was construction

going on over there.

I'd never gone down that street before.

I'd only been living
in my uncle's for, like...

two months at that point,

and my school's the other way.

So you had no plans to kill Dr. Weber.

That was not your intention.

Objection.

Is the attorney for the defense
asking the questions

or answering them?

Let me rephrase, Your Honor.

The answer is no!

I had just seen all the death
I care to see in my life.

I just stood around and listened

while my mother moaned
and howled for weeks.

Talk gibberish to people
who weren't in the room.

Mistake me for my father.

Lose all control of her bodily functions.

Forget her own name.

The last thing I wanted to do
is hurt another human being.

'Cause anyone any pain.

The only reason I was following
him down that street...

I just wanted to know why.

Why would he do that
to the last weeks of her life?

But he wouldn't tell me.

And now I know.

He sold those weeks to a drug company

for half a million dollars.

But they weren't his to sell.

I mean...

I really do regret that I pushed him,

and I really do regret that he fell.

But I realize now...

regretting things doesn't make you guilty

of having caused them.

And I didn't cause this.

May I give you an update?

Nope.

I don't want to ruin the surprise.

Jury was out a whole 23 minutes.

That's got to be some kind of record.

It certainly is for me.

How do we ever say thank you?

You pay our bill, you tell your friends.

You were outstanding today.

I think it made all the difference.

Thank you for pushing me.

- I hope you meant what you said.
- How do you mean?

Well, I believed it
when you told the court

you regretted the doctor's death,

but I hope you also meant it

when you said you knew
you didn't cause it.

Oh, no, I meant it.

Actually, that was something

Mr. Palmer tried to get me to see.

Took me a while to understand.

I'd be grateful
if you let him know it stuck.

We'd be happy to.

Well... how about that?

Chunk to the rescue.

- Who knew?
- Not me, that's for sure.

I'm sorry...

if I let you down.

Or if I made you
let yourself down in some way.

Let me tell you something.

You cannot let me down.

It's simply not possible.

You can disappoint me.

We can certainly disagree.

But let me down?

You don't know what you're talking about.

Do you want to come in?

Oh, I'd love to come in.
I always want to come in.

I love being a part of your life, but...

truth is, I think you've had quite enough

of me for a bit.

And it's a Sunday, and..

I need to get some things done.

Maybe next week.

Maybe next week.

Taxi!

Where you headed?

Actually...

I'm looking for a Baptist church.

You know, why don't you start driving,

and I'll hit you with an address
as soon as I find it.

You got it, brother.