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Want to see what you're
gonna look like in 30 years?

Honey, don't you know
no woman wants to see

what she's gonna look
like when she's older?

Come on. It's just an app.

I take your picture and
then it makes you look old.

I really don't want...

You closed your eyes.
One more.

And then you'll let me
read my book in peace?

Probably not.

Welcome back.

Happy you finally
decided to join us.

All right, careful. Don't
look directly at the light.

Look above the light.

Look at the tip of my nose.

Good.

Tell me your name.

Uh, Walt Mora.

What day is it
today, Mr. Mora?

I have no idea.

Well, what's the last thing
you can remember?

Being at work.

Piloting a train
out of Grand Central,

heading towards, uh,
Westchester County.

Where am I?

Am I in the hospital?

St. Benjamin's, honey.

This is Dr. Medawar.

She's been taking
great care of you.

What kind of care?

You've been here
six days, Mr. Mora.

There was an accident.

Huh.

I don't remember any accident.

Are you sure?

Completely sure.

You ran headfirst
into another train

that was parked on the tracks.

Four people died.

This true, Gloria?

CT scans of your brain

show that you suffered
a traumatic brain injury.

With traumatic brain injury,
it's quite common

to lose memories associated
with the incident

in which the injury occurred.

In this case, the crash.

Will I ever remember...

what happened, how it happened?

It's possible.

But not terribly likely.

I guess most of all,

we're looking for more space.

We just had a baby girl and, uh,

it would be great
if the building had a playroom

or maybe a pool.

Not right now.
Come back in half an hour.

Why wouldn't you want your baby

welcomed into
the Catholic faith?

I'm gonna have to call you back.

A religious fanatic
just walked into my office.

He's foaming at the mouth
and speaking in tongues.

It's not pretty.

This is not healthy, Benny.

Your sister getting you
involved in our private business...

It is not good for my
home life and it is not good

for your professional life,
if you follow my drift.

You know, Bull...

baptism is a holy sacrament.

It frees your child

from original sin.

It cleanses her soul.

Really?

You think my daughter's soul
needs cleansing?

Hmm. What do you think she
does after we put her down at night?

Maybe she sneaks out,
robs a bank?

Maybe she's having
a torrid affair

with the neighbor's husband.

Go ahead and make fun.

Okay, I will.

Okay, I won't.
Look...

I respect how devout
you are, Benny.

In fact, I even find it
somewhat inspiring.

But not everyone
feels the way you do, uh,

esp... including your sister.

Really?
And you know that?

Benjamin Colón, your sister

is the living definition
of a C.E.O. Catholic.

A C.E.O. Catholic?

Christmas, Easter only.

Bull...

every single member of the
Colón family has been baptized.

E-Every single one.

W-Why would you want to prevent
that tradition from continuing?

You know what else has been
a family tradition of yours?

Being married
when you have a baby.

And unless the Vatican
put out a memo that I missed,

that's still one
of the sacraments, too.

What does that have to do
with anything?

I'm just saying, I asked your
sister to marry me, she said no.

How come she's the one who gets
to pick and choose

the sacraments that matter?

Go away. Go away.

This a bad time?

Okay, then. Uh, your next
appointment is here.

Walter and Gloria Mora.

The truth is

I can't remember
anything about the accident.

I just can't.

They say I fell asleep,

and I can't say that I didn't.

You know...

All I know is that
four people are dead.

And I was the one
driving the train.

Hmm.

And you came to us through...

The locomotive operator's union.

They gave us a list of lawyers.

And, uh, they said you two were very good.

Uh, they told me

to give you this letter.

Okay, so...

the union will pay
your legal bills.

Well,

u-uh, can you tell me anything
about the moments before?

You were going to work.

Did you maybe
have a drink beforehand?

Take any cold medicine?

Maybe any other drugs?
Were you unusually tired?

I mean, sure, I was tired.

Yeah, it was midnight
when my shift started.

Anybody'd be tired.

Yeah, um... uh, normally,
I try to work days.

Yeah.
Well, the problem is, uh,

when we get into court,

the other side is gonna ask,
"If you were so tired,

why did you go to work
and agree to drive a train?"

That's my job.

You know?

Uh, any time I work nights,
I'm tired.

Everybody is, but it doesn't
stop me from working.

Doesn't stop me
from doing a good job.

The truth is my husband

hasn't been sleeping well for a while.

We...

Our daughter passed away

six months ago from leukemia.

Neither of us have been
sleeping well for a while.

I'm so sorry.

I can only imagine how
painful that must have been.

It was a long battle, and...

she fought hard,

but the good Lord needed her in Heaven.

And on top of that,

the train company
is working Walter to the bone.

Long hours. Sometimes days,
sometimes nights.

Anytime they call, he goes,

no questions asked.

Feels like he can't say no.

'Cause if he does,
then they start

scheduling him for fewer hours.

It's their way of keeping you in line.

He was back on a train

three days after
we buried our daughter.

Okay, boss,

how do we convince
a jury our client

didn't do it when even our client

isn't sure he didn't to it?

I honestly don't know,
but that man's

looking at spending the rest
of his life in prison.

Four lives have
already been lost.

We just have to try
and not make it five.

You know, even if Walter did fall asleep,

it doesn't necessarily
mean the crash was his fault.

Really?

Well...

we may have to agree to
disagree on that one.

Do you follow tennis, Benny?

I've, uh, watched a couple
of matches here and there.

Well, you know, in tennis
there are two types of errors:

there's forced errors and unforced errors.

Okay.

So, say you serve the
ball, you hit it out of bounds...

That is an unforced error.

But if you're hitting it back and forth

and the other guy hits a great shot

and you chase the ball,
you barely reach it, but...

you hit it out of bounds...

that's a forced error.

You hit it out of bounds
'cause of the position

the other guy put you in.

And what, if anything,

does that have to
do with our client?

You remember what Walter's wife said

about the way the company
scheduled Walter's work?

Very last-minute.

How if he said no to a
shift, they'd often retaliate

by not offering him
another one for a long time.

Well...

what if we argued that
if Walter did fall asleep

it was because of the way the
company scheduled his work,

and they forced the error

by working him to the point of exhaustion

and making it impossible
for him to maintain

a predictable or healthy sleep schedule.

We are in the business
of moving people and things

from one point to another,

safely, in a timely way.

Unfortunately, no matter how many

safety measures
are put in place,

we can't fully control

the human element.

Trains are piloted
by people, and...

people are fallible.

We did a thorough
and comprehensive

internal investigation.

The NTSB did its own
independent investigation.

We all came
to the same conclusion:

the fault lies with the
man piloting the train.

The fault...

lies with the engineer.

Objection. Your Honor, isn't
that for the jury to decide?

The witness has been qualified
as an expert, counselor.

Overruled.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

Your witness, Mr. Colón.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Peterman...

let's talk about
Mr. Mora's work schedule.

Are you familiar with it?

Specifically? No.

But I can assure you our company

follows all national railway
regulatory standards

for hours worked.

Be that as it may,

we should take a look at
Mr. Mora's work schedule just

prior to the accident.

Ah, I have it right here.

Okay.

So...

Mr. Mora worked Monday

from 8:00 a.m. to 8:00 p.m.

12 hours... the maximum
allowed by law.

Then, 12 hours later,

he was back at work.

Tuesday, from 8:00 a.m.
to 8:00 p.m.

Again, the maximum
allowed by law.

Luckily, Mr. Mora
had off on Wednesday.

Was told he wouldn't be
needed again until Thursday.

But at 10:00 p.m.
Wednesday night,

your company contacted him

to pull an emergency shift,

midnight until noon.

So...

the man works all day Monday,

all day Tuesday, then,

was ready for bed
on Wednesday night,

maybe even already asleep,

when you called him

with less than two hours notice,

told him to get out of bed

and come to work for 12 hours.

In darkness and
inclement weather.

Remind me of what
you said earlier

about your commitment to safety?

Objection, Your Honor.

Counsel is badgering the witness.

I'd like to answer the question,
if that's okay with the court.

Objection overruled.

You may answer the question.

What you don't
seem to understand

is that if Mr. Mora felt
that he wasn't rested enough

to take the shift,
he could have simply said no.

Mr. Mora was not forced to work.

But isn't it true that

when an engineer
is offered last-minute

or less-desirable shifts,

if he or she makes
a habit of turning them down,

your company reciprocates
by offering him

less and less hours overall?

Mr. Peterman? The witness

will answer the question.

Our company...

never put any pressure
on any employee

to accept additional shifts.

And in the case of Mr. Mora,

he himself asked
for extra shifts.

In fact,

Mr. Mora put in a request
to work the maximum amount

of shifts available.

He volunteered
for the relief list,

and to be contacted whenever

there was a last-minute
shift opening.

By the way, I have
those requests in writing.

I'd be happy to share them if it
would be any help whatsoever.

Is there anyone
on our side in this?

Not in the jury box.

Mm.

You talk to him? Who's that?

Walter.

About what?

Abo...

Bull, the man sat in
our conference room.

He and his wife
told us, plain as day,

that the company made him work.

That they demanded it.

Even after his
daughter's funeral.

We built our entire
case around that,

and the railroad just...

blew it out the water.

And our client let us
walk right into it.

I know.

And no, I haven't talked to him yet.

I will.

Though I don't think
it's gonna do any good.

What are you talking about?

Walter doesn't care.

In fact... I'm willing to bet,

deep down, he just
wants it all to be over with.

The trial?

His life.

Oh.

Man's still in mourning.

For the people
that died on his train.

For his little girl.

The man is a walking wake.

He has no will to survive,
no will to live.

He believes
he's guilty of all of it.

And even if he isn't,
he believes he deserves to be.

So where does that leave us?

Same place we were before
we had this conversation.

We have to defend the man.

Whether he wants us to or not.

You know,

just because Walter
asked for those shifts

doesn't mean the company
should have let him take them.

And what about the thousands of people

who ride the trains every day?

Doesn't the railroad
have an obligation to them?

You're not wrong,
but think about it

from the jury's perspective.

All they see is four dead people

and a tired engineer
who asked to drive the train.

Okay.

Don't laugh.

I've been poking around a bunch

of conspiracy theory websites.

Different ones about
catastrophic accidents.

Boeing Max 737,
the Challenger explosion.

That kind of thing.

I'm telling Bull.

Taylor's a nut job.

Okay, make fun.

But let me remind you

that in the case
of the Challenger

and the case of
the Boeing airline crashes,

it was the conspiracy theorists
who blew the whistle first.

I can only imagine
what kind of crackpots

you've been talking to.

The thing is...
I may have found something.

There's this one Internet forum
where this anonymous poster

has been ranting and raving
ever since Walter's train crash

made the news.

He's telling anyone
who will listen

that the railroad is covering
up what really happened.

He says... pardon the pun... that
they're railroading Walter.

You think he's legit?

I do, actually.

You have a name?

I have a name.

I have a background file.

And I may even have
a point of contact.

Well, this sounds like
a job for Danny James.

Ms. James?

One of those for me?

I'm Frank Uzarski.

Mr. Uzarski,
thank you for coming.

So...

you working for Walter?

For his defense team, yeah.

Well, good luck.

You're up against a very
formidable adversary.

Oh, no thanks, never before,
uh, 9:00 a.m. for me.

You were saying?

I was saying this whole
situation with your client

got a very déjà vu quality
to it for me.

I was a engineer for almost

14 years at the same railroad.

I had a very similar experience
to his about six months back.

Wait, you hit a train?

No.

But I came awfully close.

Tell me.

Just what I said.

One day, I was driving a train
on the northern line,

I almost collided
with another one.

Luckily for me,
there was no weather,

it was 2:00 in the afternoon,

so I could see what was coming

and I got on the brake in time.

So, wait, you
didn't hit a train,

but they fired you anyway?

That's my point.

Whole reason I almost
hit that train is because

when I approached the switch
I was given a green signal.

Green means go.

So I went.

And did you tell
the company that?

I sure did.

How did they respond?

They drug tested me.

What did they find?

Exactly what they
wanted to find.

Exactly what they were
hoping to find.

Which is fascinating to me,
because, to the best

of my knowledge, I didn't
have anything in my system

that could have tested positive.

Look...

I'm no saint.

But I don't drink
or drug when I work,

and I certainly don't
drink or drug

when I'm trying to convince
somebody I saw a green light

when they're insisting
I saw a red one.

Now, can you please
tell the court

how it is you know Walter Mora?

We attend the same church.

Saint Catherine's of Brooklyn.

And then... we've been
getting to know each other

even better
these past few months.

And why is that?

We've both been attending
a grief group at church.

My husband passed away
about a year ago.

And Walter lost
his daughter to cancer.

My condolences.

To both of you.

Now, Ms. Combs,

you contacted the district attorney's

office yesterday afternoon, did you not?

I did.

I've been following the trial
on the Internet

and in the paper.

And there are just
some things that Walter said

when we were in grief group
together, things that...

well, they made me
uncomfortable.

And can you share with us
what those things were?

Objection. I have to believe
that these conversations

are protected under the
therapist-patient privilege,

and are afforded the
same protections as those

between an attorney and his client.

Actually, Your Honor, to

qualify for that privilege,
the group must be moderated

by a licensed therapist,
psychologist or social worker.

None of which were present

at this church-sponsored
gathering.

Do you have proof
to the contrary, Mr. Colón?

I do not, Your Honor.

Objection overruled.

The witness may answer the question.

I like Walter.

I really do.

And he and Gloria have
been through so much.

But there was
a grief group meeting

three days
before the train wreck.

And after the meeting,

we were leaving together,
and Walter was saying that

he was having a tough week.

Tougher than most.

He said...

his pain was so great...

he was thinking
about ending it all.

That some days,

living felt like it was
too much to bear.

It sounds like you're saying

Walter Mora saw the red light
signal and knew a train

was parked on the tracks in front of him.

That perhaps instead
of seeing it

as an obstruction on the tracks,

he saw it as an opportunity.

An opportunity to, to use his own words,

"end it all."

Is that what you're trying to tell us?

Your Honor, objection.
Speculation.

Counsel is testifying.

I withdraw the question, Your Honor.

And, in fact, I have no further questions.

How bad is it, Marissa?

The jury finds this witness
extremely credible.

They no longer
appear to be questioning

whether or not
it was Walter's fault.

They're only questioning
whether or not

he crashed the train on purpose.

Either way, my monitors
look like Carrie on prom night.

How did it go today?

It went.

Well, ask me about my meeting
with Frank Uzarski.

What, the, uh,

disgruntled engineer
that Taylor found online?

Yes, indeed.

Turns out he, too,
had a run-in with a train

he had no idea would be there.

Only, in his case, he was able
to avoid a collision.

Did he report it
to the railroad?

Uh, he sure did.

And then they drug tested him

and then fired him for his efforts.

Um, I'm-I'm confused.

Sounds like they fired
a cannon to kill a flea.

Uh, there was no crash.
There was no accident.

Why fire him?

Well, he claims that the signal

that's supposed
to alert an engineer to stop

when there's a train in his path

told him to go.

I'm not sure how that
applies to our case.

Well, in our case, Walter
was dealing with bad weather.

Extremely low visibility.

So if there was
a signal malfunction,

if he saw green,

that would explain
why he didn't brake.

And with all the rain and fog,

by the time he saw the
parked freight train,

it would have been too late.

Well, that's an interesting theory,

but need to remind you
that the NTSB investigation

found no such signal malfunction.

Okay. I'll play
devil's advocate.

What if this signal malfunction
only happened once?

The same signal
performed perfectly

immediately after
Frank's encounter with it

and right up until Walter's.

An intermittent error.

How about an incident report?

Did he at least file an incident
report after his near miss?

I didn't ask
that specific question,

but I know
he went to the railroad

and reported the signal problem.

Then they should
have a record of it.

Which would prove
they were on notice

about a potential
signal malfunction.

Maybe you can just do it for me.

What's that?

Agree to let Astrid be baptized.

You don't want to put
yourself in the middle of this.

I already am.
She's my niece.

Benny, I have nothing against baptism.

In fact, knowing that it
would make Izzy happy,

make you happy...

It's just...

Even though we're not married,

it's a marriage,

except when your sister
decides it isn't.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

It's okay, 'cause it's not
for you to understand.

It's really between Izzy and me.

All right.

I'll keep my nose out of it.

Thank you.

Would you think any less of me

if I confessed to you I wasn't
looking forward to this?

You mean you're not
excited to present our case?

Not excited to put Walter on the stand?

Yeah. I have my concerns as well.

Maybe I'll have a little
pep talk with our client.

Come in.

So, you understand

you're about to be called to testify.

Yes, sir.

This will be your
chance to tell your story.

Your chance to convince that jury

that you are not responsible
for what happened that night.

Okay.

Um...

But I can't swear

that I'm not responsible.

I just can't.

I see.

Hmm.

Well, then I've come
to a decision.

What's that?

Mr. Colón and I

will go right to the judge

and withdraw from this case.

You, sir, do not want to win.

You want to use
the justice system

to help you... punish yourself.

For what, I'm not sure.

Maybe it's your child's cancer.

Maybe it's those people

who died on that train.

Which is fine.

It's your life.

But I am not gonna let the fact

that you have so little regard
for your wife,

so little regard
for life itself,

blemish my record
in the legal community.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

What-what would
you like me to do?

You want me to lie?

I want you to care.

I want you to give a damn.

I'd even consider
staying on board

if you'd just be honest.

What do you mean, be honest?

You don't know
what happened that night.

So, for God's sake,
stop guessing.

Testify to who you are

and what you do know,

not what might have been.

And stop doing
the other side's job for them.

So what's it gonna be?

Now, the prosecution
would have this jury believe

that you were suicidal on
the night of the accident,

that you allowed

your train to collide

with the freight train on purpose.

Is that true, Mr. Mora?

Of course it's not true.

And why should this jury

believe that?

Well, because, if you know me,

you know that I believe in God.

You know that I believe

in the church's teachings.

I go to church every week.

My wife and I

took our little girl every week.

So I know that she's in heaven.

I know that the good Lord

has welcomed her soul.

And I know if I were to commit suicide,

I'd never see heaven.

Which means

that I wouldn't ever

see my little girl again.

Thank you, Mr. Mora.

No further questions, Your Honor.

He's a pretty good witness.

What'd you say to him?

Nothing much.

I just lied.

Smart.

I guess.

Thank you for your testimony, Mr. Mora.

It was... very moving.

But the fact remains

that four people are dead.

And despite what you've said,

an investigation concluded

that it was human error
that killed them.

Your error.

Even if you didn't

cause the collision intentionally,

can you say with 100% certainty

that you didn't fall asleep at that wheel?

In over 14 years
and 25,000 hours,

I've never nodded off.

Not once.

Not for a single second.

Really?

And how do we prove that?

Or do we just accept it,

because you've never
crashed a train before?

Just like we're supposed
to accept the fact

that you can't
remember anything.

Objection. Your Honor,

counsel is testifying
and badgering the witness.

Sustained.

Ask a question, please.

That's all right, Your Honor.

I have no further questions.

Talk to me.

They were moved,

but not enough
to change their minds.

Yeah.

We got to their hearts
but not their heads.

I can see it from here.

They want someone
to hold accountable,

and he was the man
at the controls.

Do me a favor.

Call Izzy.

Tell her I'm gonna be home late.

I need to get measured
for a new suit.

Sure.

What's the occasion?

Baptism.

The baby, not me.

"Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

"I'm sure you've all heard
that old saying,

"'If a tree falls in the forest

"'but there's no one there
to hear it,

"does it make a sound?'

"Likewise,
if a man is driving a train

"and it has a fatal accident

"but the man can't remember
what happened,

"does it automatically make
him the cause of that accident?

Because, at..."

Hey. How's the closing
argument coming?

Well, I'm not convinced,

and I'm the guy writing it.

Yeah.

Oh, hey.

I hear we're having a baptism.

Oh, yeah.

It suddenly occurred to me
last night none of my teams

are playing three
Sundays from now.Mm.

I'll take it.

God moves people
in strange ways.

Thank you.

Oh, don't thank me.

Thank the NBA.

I couldn't help myself. I spent
the night working from home.

You want the good news,
the bad news or the good news?

Is this a trick question?

Okay, I'll start
with the good news.

Don't ask me how,

but I was able to locate
the incident report

Danny said
you wanted me to find.

The one that was filed
when Frank Uzarski complained

to the company that he was
given a green signal instead of a red

and almost ran into a train.

That is good news.

So what's the bad news?

Well, nowhere in it
does it say anything

about a signal malfunction.

The thing is, whether
Frank was drunk, stoned

or just lying,

his statements should have
been included in that report.

And they aren't.

You have a theory about why?

Maybe the company deleted
any mention of signal failures

from their records
in the wake of Walter's crash.

They heard about his brain injury,

heard he couldn't remember anything.

It's kind of perfect.
If you can make it look

like there's never been
a signal problem,

you can blame the whole thing
on Walter.

Interesting theory.

How are you gonna prove it?

Ask me about the good news.

Oh. You have
any good news?

I see no additional names
on the witness list today.

Does that mean the defense
is prepared to rest

and we can commence
with closing arguments?

Actually, Your Honor,

the defense is not quite ready to rest yet.

In fact, we'd like to recall a witness.

If it pleases the court,

the defense would like to call

Ray Peterman back to the stand.

Mr. Peterman,
I've just got

a couple of brief
follow-up questions.

Now, uh,

you told the court previously

that there was no evidence
of a mechanical failure

on any of the railroad
safety systems.

Do you still believe
that to be true?

I do.

Okay. All right.

Oh, and... let me
remind the court

that you are certified
as an expert witness.

Now, with that in mind,

let me ask a hypothetical.

Let's say my client,
Walter Mora,

is piloting a train
late at night,

and there is another train

stopped on the track
in front of him.

The weather is bad,
it's really dark outside,

so he really can't
see that train.

But the rail signal...
The railroad stop light...

The one he depends on, is green.

And it was supposed to be red
to tell him to stop,

because there was
another train in front of him,

but it doesn't.

It's just a steady green.

Now, could something
like that happen?

This is my favorite part.

Coyote first sees
the Road Runner

and thinks, "Dinner."

Honestly,

rail signal malfunctions
are extremely rare.

Got it, got it.
Extremely rare.

Now... as I understand it,

the way it works is
the rail signal apparatus

senses when there's a
train up ahead of it,

so it knows to display
the red light

and stop the train behind
it from proceeding.

Do I have it right?

Yes. The weight of the train
serves to stop the circuit,

which triggers the red light.

- And the chase begins.
- Okay.

So if there was a
signal malfunction,

which you already testified
is extremely rare,

the light would just stay green

- instead of turning red, right?
- Again,

kind of like a snowstorm
in the Mojave Desert, but...

yes, that is what would happen.

So Mr. Mora

would be driving the train,

he would see that green light

and believe he was supposed
to keep right on going,

but the signal malfunction
would actually be leading him

to a head-on collision with
another train, wouldn't it?

Objection. Relevance?

Why are we spending

this kind of time with a witness

we've already heard from

to offer an opinion
on a hypothetical

when we've tasked this jury
with making a decision

about a very real,

very deadly accident?

And now is when the Road
Runner gets the Coyote

to chase him really fast.

So fast the Coyote
doesn't even realize

the Road Runner's
tricked him into running

right off the edge of a cliff.

Beep-beep.

I apologize,

Your Honor.

He's right.

Forget what I said about
this being a hypothetical.

Let's talk
about the real signal,

the one that was supposed
to separate

the train my client was piloting

with the one he hit.

Let's talk about that signal.

And, of course,
now the Coyote looks down,

realizes there's nothing
but air beneath him,

and goes falling hundreds
of feet into the canyon below.

That particular signal
was tested by the NTSB

and our own investigators.

To be clear, the signal
that Mr. Mora ignored

was working properly. Yeah, but...

these signals
are machines, right?

Uh, they're capable
of failure, aren't they?

I mean, isn't it possible

that the signal
could have failed...

intermittently?

Isn't it possible

that the signal could have
malfunctioned this one time

despite working properly
every other time?

I'm not sure
I understand the question.

If you're asking

if anything is possible,

well, then yes, of course,
anything is possible.

But if you're asking
if that's what happened here,

let me repeat myself.

According to the NTSB

and our own investigators,

that is not what happened here.

Okay.

Well, then can you
explain this to me?

Now, this here...

is a maintenance report

for work ordered
after the accident

that we would like
to enter into evidence

as defense exhibit A.

Now, do you recognize

this maintenance
report, Mr. Peterman?

Sure.
It's a routine report.

We put them out whenever repairs
or maintenance need to be done.

Okay. And-and can you
explain to the court

what maintenance was ordered?

It says...

that the signal at marker 264

needed to be replaced.

And isn't the signal

at marker 264

the same signal
that was supposed to separate

the train Walter was driving

from the train he collided with?

Yes, I believe it was.

Mr. Peterman,

if the signal wasn't faulty

then why are you replacing it?

Well...

we aren't just replacing
that one signal.

We're replacing all
the signals on that line.

It's... part of a routine

system upgrade.

But...

according to this report,

those signals are
only ten months old.

I mean, does your company
routinely replace

entire lines of signals
after only ten months?

Never mind. Never mind.

I have another question.

Uh...

Mr. Peterman,
you see this

heavy file folder here?

There's a bunch of
work orders in here.

Work orders to replace

the same type of signal on a...

freight line in Missouri,

on a passenger line

just outside of D.C.,

and a line in Canada.

These are all lines

that are owned
by your railroad company.

Coincidence?

I'm sorry, Mr. Peterman,

I can't hear you.

I'm gonna need you to speak up.

I wouldn't want this
jury to misunderstand.

No.

I wouldn't want them
to think that you knew

this wreck wasn't
Walter Mora's fault.

That you and the railroad you work for

covered up an earlier incident
involving faulty signals.

Objection.

Counsel is testifying.

And by ignoring
that earlier incident, Your Honor.

You and the railroad
you work for

are actually directly
responsible for this disaster.

Or...

that you
and the company you work for

are more than willing to send
an innocent man to prison

if it means
you'd bear no responsibility

for your mistakes.

I wouldn't want the jury
to jump to that conclusion,

Objection. so speak up.

Objection!

Objection! Quiet.

I need order.

Quiet.

Mm. Okay.

I see he doesn't
want to discuss it.

Your Honor, a little
help, please.

Objection overruled.

The witness
will answer the question.

Questions.

I'm afraid I'm going
to have to plead the Fifth.

Oh.

What a great concept, Bull.

What a great idea.

A-A victory dinner.

We should do that after
every case we win.

Yeah. But in order to be a dinner,

you have to...

actually eat something.

Mm-hmm.

Damn, I knew we
forgot something.

Well, next time.

Here's a little something for you.

From me. What?

Yeah.Oh...

I have never...

received a gift after winning
a case, Bull. Thank you.

No, that's not what it's
for. Go ahead, open it.

Wha...

I don't get it.
What is it?

How are you gonna be a godfather
without watching The Godfather?

Uh, g... godfather?

You want me to be
Astrid's godfather?

Yes, I do.

And so does Izzy.

And... maybe it's the liquor talking,

but I'm pretty sure I heard Astrid say

that she wanted you, too.

Wow.

I could not be more
honored, Bull.

- Thank you.
- Eh.

Thank you. This is...

You made me an offer
I can't refuse.

Please don't do that.

Just when I thought I was out,

you pull me right back in.

No, no, no, you're not even
doing the same charac...

Attica! Attica!

Pull over. I'm gonna take an Uber.

Hey. You talkin' to me?

What?

You talkin' to me?

Well... I'm the
only one here. Right?

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