All language subtitles for Bull 2016 S02E10 1080p WEBRip x265-YAWNiX_track3_[eng]

*

WOMAN:
Well, hello, darling.

First time to London?

Uh-uh.

Have fun.

Excuse me.

Little girl,
where are your parents?

My parents?

They're-they're already
on the plane.

Are you sure?

You know you're not allowed
aboard the plane

without an adult
accompanying you.

Don't worry.

I'll find them
once I get on board.

Hello. Excuse me, miss?

Little girl, we
have your passport,

so it's just a matter of
time before we figure out

who your parents are and
how to contact them.

Or you could just give us
their names and numbers.

Keep dreamin', copper.

(indistinct chatter over radio)

WOMAN 2:
There you are.

I see you.

Charlie, do you have any idea
what you've put me through?

Excuse me.
You her mother?

No. I'm the nanny.

Here is a notarized letter

from her father authorizing
me to take her home.

Do you have any idea
what would have happened

if they'd let you
on that plane?

(clicks tongue)

Thank you, Officer.

This won't happen again.

So you got it?

(chuckling):
Oh, we got it.

(laughs)
At triple our
usual fee.

(whoops)
How'd you pull that off?

Ah, I promised
them we'd win.

And we'd do it before the
end of the fiscal year.

Which basically means
before Christmas.

But, uh,
that's in five days.

You serious?

You can't be serious.

Boys and girls, moms and dads,

dogs and cats, gather 'round
and meet...

our new client.

Wow. So we're
defending an object?

We are defending the creators

of this object: SAWAGI.

A tech behemoth that is being
sued for patent infringement

by ZOKEN, manufacturers

of one of the largest-selling
phones in the world.

And they claim
there are a number of...

notable design similarities.

Oh, my.

Although ZOKEN phone sells for
almost twice as much

as the SAWAGI.

So we're representing
the cheap knockoff?

We are defending

the realistically priced
alternative.

And being paid a boatload
of money to do it.

Oh, thank goodness.
I felt morally compromised

for a moment.

(laughs)
Trust me.

We will be earning every penny
of our enormous fee.

What makes you say that?

This needs to be wrapped up
by Christmas.

You'll pardon the pun.

CHUNK:
This Christmas?

Uh, Bull, that's five days.

Wow. You and Benny

can count to five.
Now, come on.

It's not like I said
Christmas Eve.

Besides, you guys thrive
under pressure.

Now, hop to it.

I want this entire
jury pool vetted

before the end of the day.

(sighs)

(groans)

Oh, my gosh.

What's your name?

And who do you belong to?
Marissa!

Is it "Bring Your Brat
to Work Day" again?

One of those things
wandered in here.

Oh, hi.

Are you lost, sweetie?

This is Dr. Bull's office,
right?

Yes.

And that's Dr. Bull?

MARISSA:
Yes.

Nope. I'm right where
I'm supposed to be.

I'm here on
official business.

I need to get divorced.

You're married?

No. I need to get divorced
from my parents.

Okay.

Um...

So, here's the thing,
divorce is for people

who are married to each other.

I think maybe the thing you want
to be is emancipated.

That means that you are no
longer dependent on your parents

and they are no longer
legally responsible for you.

Okay, I'll go with that.
Problem is,

in the State of New York, the
legal age of emancipation is 16.

How old are you?

16.

You know, the penalty for lying
about something like this

is 25 years hard labor.

15.
Knew it.

But... maybe they can
make an exception?

Hmm. Little girl,
I'm not a lawyer,

so even if there was an
exception to be made,

I'm not the guy
to get it for you.

Now, I have got a
lot of work to do,

and I'm sure there is someplace
you are supposed to be,

so I'm gonna give you
to that very nice lady

who was standing by the door
with me,

and she is gonna see
about getting you home.

It was nice to
have met you.

And you.

And do you have a name?

Charlotte Kensington,
but you can call me Charlie.

Mmm. Okay, Charlie.

When you turn 16,

if this is something you
still want, come and see me.

Marissa!
(footsteps approaching rapidly)

Uh, you yelled
for me, sir?

I am entrusting you
to get Charlie here

home safe and sound.

I'll do my best.

(exhales, shivers)

Hmm.

(sighs, groans)

(yawns)
It's almost 9:00.

What do you say we close up
and go home?

Well, I would if I could.

I am still trying
to reach somebody

to come get
our little girl.

What do you mean?

Where is she?

Well, she wanted some
chicken fingers,

so Cable took her down
to the corner.

Oh. Okay.

You go home. I'll
take care of this.

(elevator bell chimes)

(Cable and Charlie
conversing indistinctly)

BULL:
Young lady.

Um, which young
lady do you mean?

Go home, Cable.

Bye.

(elevator bell chimes)

Okay.

It's late, and I'm
no longer amused.

Had you not come here
today, where would you be?

Home.

And where is that?

SoHo. Corner of Macdougal
and King.

Is there someone there
waiting for you?

Do you have a way of getting in
to your apartment?

Then that is
where we're going.

(elevator bell chimes)

So, is that nice blonde lady
in your office your girlfriend?

No. She's just a nice
blonde lady in my office.

A very smart,
nice blonde lady.

You married?

No.

How 'bout you?

Oh, wait.

We've already had
this conversation.

(laughs)
You're funny.

(laughs) No. I'm just old
and you're just young,

and you've never
heard my jokes before.

Look, that thing
you came to my office

to discuss with me...

You got to know, at
one point or another,

every kid wants to
divorce their parents.

Every kid wants to run
away and join the circus,

or a rock band,
or a dangerous cult.

It'll pass.

And besides,

it's almost Christmas.

If Santa gets a whiff of some of
the stuff you've been up to,

(whistles)
you are gonna screw up

that whole present thing.

Okay, squirt.

My work here is done.

Handing you over
to the doorman.

Sweet dreams.

Oh. (grunts)

Can you come up
and put me to bed?

(sighs)

Really, you
don't want that.

Honest.

I'm, like, the
worst at that.

I mean, uh, I'll make
you brush your teeth,

and wash your face,

and do multiplication
tables.

I mean, i-it's not
gonna be pretty.

Okay. What do I owe you?

(chuckling)

Oh.

Wow.

This is big.

They make you wear a GPS?

Hello!
Anyone home?

No. The lights were off,
which means no one's home.

My dad usually
works pretty late.

Hmm.

What about your mom?

She went away
a while ago.

Oh, okay.

Hey. Where do you think
you're going?

Putting on my nightgown,
so you can tuck me in.

Excellent.

And then...

...can you stay until my dad
gets home?

Excuse me?

Can you stay until my dad
gets home?

I get really lonely.

(snoring)

Whoa. (gasps)

Just... who are you?
What are you doing here?

And where is my daughter?

Okay, whoa, whoa.

Charlie is fine.

She's sleeping in her room.

Go, look.

(groans)

(grunts)

REX: Okay. Hey, just
hold it right there.

I've already called the police,
they're on their way over.

Look, I-I know this couldn't
look any worse,

but... (sighs)
let me explain.

My name is Dr. Jason Bull.
You're a doctor?

A psychologist,

but that's beside the point.

Your daughter came to my office
looking to hire me.

Why would my
nine-year-old daughter

want to hire a psychologist?

I'm a trial scientist,
a kind of legal expert.

She wanted a divorce from you,

and your wife,

and I didn't know
what else to do.

So I brought her home.

She didn't want me to leave,
not until you got home.

And it is...
2:30 in the morning.

Uh, yeah. Okay. Um...

Thank you, I guess.

You guess?

You and your wife always leave

your nine-year-old alone
at night?

We have a nanny
four days a week.

This is her night off.

We're-we're in
a doorman building.

Uh-uh-uh, 16 cameras.

Wh-Which I can watch
on my phone.

(scoffs)

We've got more security
than Fort Knox.

She's-she's perfectly safe,
thank you.

She's perfectly
comfortable with it.

And that's why she pleaded
with me not to leave her alone.

She's a kid.

You ever look at these security
cameras that you have?

'Cause if you had,
you would've seen a stranger

wandering around this palace
of yours.

Okay, obviously, I didn't, so...

Again, thank you.

You know what,

I'm gonna wait for the police.

I didn't call them.

I didn't call anyone.

Ah.

Then you're lucky.

Because I think they would find
what I have to say

a lot more interesting
than what you have to say.

Give your daughter a kiss
for me, Mr. Kensington.

And have a merry Christmas.

*

All right, I'm here.

(grunts) Now,
what's so important?

Don't take this the wrong way,
but you look like an unmade bed.

Well, an unmade bed sounds
pretty good to me right now.

I was out pretty late.

Now, what is
so important?

Well, I pored over
all this stuff last night.

And I am no computer geek, okay?

But it seems to me
that every single improvement,

every single modification
in SAWAGI's phone,

in ZOKEN's phone,
is all built

on an underlying technology
that somebody else pioneered.

Mm.

Company A will improve
on whatever Company B

came out with, and Company B
will return the favor

by taking whatever seems
most exciting

about Company A's work

and changing it just enough
to make it seem

like something original.
Mm.

They all do it.

It's very incestuous.

Point being?

Point being is

I think we go
into the judge's chambers,

present this properly,

justify a motion to dismiss.

Huh?

No muss, no fuss.

Four days early.

(fingers drumming)

We all go Christmas shopping.

I take it you've already
called the judge.

They're gonna text us
as soon as he's free.

Hmm. Nice work.

I'm gonna take a quick stroll
over to family court.

If they text you, you text me.
(knocking)

Your Honor, sorry to bother you.

My name is Dr. Jason Bull.

I'm a trial scientist.

What can I do for you?
Well,

I'm a licensed psychologist,

which means that I am
a mandated reporter

when it comes to situations
regarding child welfare.

And... (exhales)

I'm staring at a situation.

I'm just not sure
it rises to the level

that justifies reporting.

What's the situation?

Busy, working family.

Rolling in money.

Best of everything
for their little girl.

She's nine years old.

But, unfortunately,

she is often left unsupervised.

Just yesterday, she wandered
30 blocks to come and see me.

And then, last night, I was
at her apartment with her

until 2:30 in the morning,
waiting for a parent to show up.

(exhales)

Am I making a mountain
out of a molehill?

Well, you usually don't see
this kind of thing

in affluent families, but...

the prudent thing to do
would be to at least

open an investigation.

Thank you.

I thought so, too.

E-mail me
all the relevant information.

I'll take it
from there.

Fantastic. Thank you.

Just one more thing,
Doctor.

In these type
of cases,

we normally assign the child
a guardian ad litem,

an objective third party
whose sole job is

to look out for the child's
best interests

as his or her case
moves through the courts.

Makes sense.

We also look
to the guardian ad litem

to make a recommendation
to the judge.

The judge has the final say,

but the guardian ad litem's
opinion

carries a great deal
of weight.

Sounds like a terrific system.

I'm sure this little girl's
gonna be in fantastic hands.

Finding someone to fill that
role the week before Christmas

is going to be
exceedingly difficult.

But you, Dr. Bull,
are a licensed psychologist,

and you're already familiar
with the case.

(exhales)
Your Honor,

I promise you,
I would if I could.

I am drowning in work.
If I can't find
a guardian,

I can't start an investigation.

Well, then maybe it's a sign.
(chuckles)

That was a joke.

You'll laugh later.

I'm your guy.

Thank you.

And happy holidays,
Dr. Bull.

Here's hoping, Judge Sullivan.

Guess what,
judge won't even see us.

Says the issues are
way too complex simply to

dismiss the case without
hearing testimony.

Well, it's Christmastime.
What'd you expect, a miracle?

(elevator bell chimes)

Hey, what if I told you if one
of our client's lead engineers

spent the first 18 months
of his career working

at the Palo Alto campus
of the plaintiff?

In the cellular
division.

Uh, it sounds worse
than it is.

Like I said before,
it's a small community.

People move from company
to company all the time.

Okay. You know
what we need to do?

We need to do an analysis
of every patent filed

for both these phones.

And we need to highlight
the layered changes

that take place
in every device,

that every manufacturer
is, in fact, reacting

to the latest improvements
of every other manufacturer

and that there is,
inevitably, overlap.

Steve Jobs visits Xerox,

sees what amounts
to a graphical user interface,

goes back to Apple,
does it better,

and the home computer is born.

It's not thievery--
it's evolution.

Then we got to try and get execs
from all the other companies

in the cell phone business
to back this...

shared zeitgeist narrative
of ours in court.

And you want all of that
before Christmas?

There are thousands of pages
of filings to read through.

Then we'd better get started.

(box clangs)

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

MAN: Judge Sullivan
from family court is on one.

Sure. Put him through.

(groans) Don't ask.

I'll be back.

Walk with me.

(quietly): Go to my office
where no one can hear.

I'm gonna call
you from the car.

I need you to tell me everything
you can about family court.

Family court?
(elevator bell chimes)

What did you do?

Oh, it's the season.

I tried to do something nice.

Uh...

Judge William Sullivan.

Fiercely protective of children.

Rarely sides with parents.

Good to know.

Family court
is like a foreign country to me.

No juries.

It's all about the judge.

Now, see what you can tell me
about Rex and Nora Kensington.

Is this about the little girl

that was in the office
yesterday?

Ask me no questions,
I'll tell you no lies.

Nothing new here.

Owns his own investment firm,

which he built
from the ground up.

Uh-huh.
Looks very good in a suit.

What was the wife's name again?
Nora.

Got it. Nora Kensington.

(sighs)

Marissa?

You there? Did I lose you?

No, I'm here.

She passed away.

Three years ago.

Breast cancer.

(indistinct chatter,
baby wailing)

(sighs)

Neglect? They're having me tried
for neglect?
Okay,

look, I'm starting to realize
I might owe you an apology.

This thing is clearly spinning
out of control.

I don't want to be here
any more than you do.

So just let me go talk to the
judge. I'm sure I can undo this.

No, no. They've already moved
Charlie out of our apartment.

She's not allowed
to live with me

until this
hearing is over.

And maybe not even then.

(sighs)
It's Christmastime.

She's got to stay with the nanny
in the apartment downstairs.

Again, I'm sorry.

This was never my intention.

I just went to the judge
for some advice, and I...

Where is Charlie?

You know, if she and I
go talk to the judge,

I'm sure I can undo this.

They won't let you see her.

They won't let anyone see her.

They've got her in the back
with her lawyer.

They got her a lawyer.

(door opens)

Anyone with business
before Judge Sullivan

in the matter of
Charlotte Kensington,

please make your way
into the courtroom.

Hearing will start
in five minutes.

I promise you,
I will handle this.

MARISSA:
No, I know

the rent is eight days late.

I'm just having some...
liquidity issues.

But I believe everything will be
resolved in a day or two.

Please,
it's my mother's apartment.

She's lived there for four years
and I've never missed a payment.

Uh, yes.

I'll-I'll hold.
Marissa,

you can't go AWOL
on me.

This whole patent is
based on an algorithm,

and you are the
algorithm queen

and I wouldn't
know an algorithm

if it bit me on the butt.
Yes, I understand.

72 hours.
You have my word.

I will get
the money there somehow.

(voice breaking):
Thank you.

And... Merry Christmas.

You okay?

I just really need
to be alone.

Is there, um,

anything I can do?

Uh, can I lend
you some money?

Marissa, please,
say something.

Women crying is
my kryptonite.

I gave him $75,000
to invest for me

just before Thanksgiving.

I got him an expedited passport
so he could get to China

after his was...
supposedly stolen.

And now he's vanished
from the face of the earth.

What?

And all my credit cards
have been maxed out.

My checking account's
been emptied.

Kyle?

Whatever his name is.

(chuckles)

I'm glad you're amused.

Did you mention this
to-to Danny? Huh?

She only used to
be with the FBI.

And Cable, Cable
is an ace at finding

people's digital
footprints.

I can't tell them.

I used to be
with Homeland Security.

A situations analyst.

And he played me like a fiddle.

And it was
all about that passport.

He knew, with my connections,
I could get it for him.

The money was just icing
on the cake.

So he left

his wallet on that bar,
knowing I would bring it to him.

What a jerk I am.

I've got three words for you.

Cable and Danny.

(gavel banging)
BULL: Your Honor,

sidebar, if I may.

(sighs)

Your Honor,
it's become clear to me

over the last few hours that
I may very well have overreacted

to the events of last night.

(sighs)

I'm not sure
any of what happened

rises to the level
of investigable neglect

and, in fact,
I'm starting to believe

that what's
really called for here

is not breaking up this family,

but rather...

counseling-- therapy.

Well, that's what we're here
to find out, Dr. Bull.

And as the guardian ad litem,

I'm very interested
in your opinions and insight.

I must ask, however,
that you offer them

at the end of the trial,

rather than
before it's commenced.

Take a seat, please.

(Charlie pats chair)

Nora was the...
conscience of our family.

She... she was a poet.

But more than anything,
she was a mother.

Where I was
always about...

ambition, and-and
accomplishment, and...

and hard work.

So when Nora
was suddenly gone...

I think I just doubled down
on all of that--

ambition, accomplishment--
and left the things

that I should have been doing
with my daughter

to grandmas
and aunts and nannies.

Hindsight.

McLACHLAN:
So, the night in question--

last night--
what happened?

Well, I got held up at work.

Uh, I lost track of time.
And I know now...

I made a mistake--

not being there--

a very serious mistake,

and one that I would
like to correct.

If you'd just have her
come back home.

McLACHLAN:
Thank you, Mr. Kensington.

HOLLAND:
Before we move on,

can you please tell us how many
other times this has happened,

where Charlie has
been left alone,

unsupervised, for upwards
of three hours or more?

Objection. My client
has acknowledged his failings

and pledged to
correct them.

I love my daughter.

And seeing those child services
people at my door--

and telling me
to pack her things--

I promise you, this will never,
ever happen again.

And whatever the court
requires me to do

to win back its confidence...

I'm prepared to do it.

HOLLAND:
Oh, that's very

admirable of you, sir.
But being a good parent--

a good father--

involves more than
making pledges to do good.

It involves
knowing your child.

I do know my child. I do.

HOLLAND:
Okay.

If you know Charlie so well...

what's her best friend's name?

Objection.
Relevance?

I'll allow it.

Well, like all kids,

I mean...

it changes all the time.

What about her favorite book--

do you know the title,
Mr. Kensington?

Have you ever
read it to her?

No. No.

And it's The Half-Blood Prince.

REX:
No, I never have.

And I don't
know the book.

The title, I mean.
I'm sorry, honey.

HOLLAND: Any idea what Charlie
wants to be when she grows up?

McLACHLAN: Your Honor.
JUDGE: Overruled.

I'm sure she's told me, but...

...I just can't remember.

HOLLAND: Concertmaster for the
Vienna Philharmonic, Your Honor.

Just for the record.

I knew he wouldn't
remember that.

HOLLAND: The state is done
with this witness, Your Honor.

I know this is not
a very convenient time

for this hearing,
with the holidays coming.

But a child's well-being
is at stake here.

And I implore you all
to remember that.

I'll see all parties back

in this courtroom in two days
for further investigation.

Until then,
Charlotte is to remain

under the exclusive care
of her nanny,

April Rockwell.

And she is forbidden
to return

to the residence of her father,
Rex Kensington.

(gavel bangs)

Well, I, for one, feel like
we're off to a very good start.

REX:
Charlie?

Charlie? Charlie?
Can we...

can we just talk, please?

No.

I don't think
we're supposed to do that.

I think the judge said I wasn't
supposed to talk to you.

The judge said
you couldn't go home,

not that you couldn't
talk to your father.

Well, I don't think I should.

I understand.

But if you need me,
you have my cell phone.

And wherever you are...

I'll come to you.

Just know that.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

You know,
it is almost Christmas.

What?

You think Santa's
gonna be mad at me

'cause I wasn't nice to my dad?

Just sayin'.

Dominic Drake, the president

of Hawker Cellular's
on line three.

Oh, okay.

Mr. Drake.
Dr. Jason Bull.

I think you know
why I'm calling.

I'm involved in litigation
on behalf of SAWAGI Cellular,

and I'd love to convince you
to sign a letter

that I've composed,

acknowledging the layered and
evolutionary way that advances

in technology happen
in your industry.

Boy, I could really
use a cup of coffee.

Yeah. Coffee
sounds good.

Maybe I'll join you.

Um, the guy was thorough.

Never let me
take his picture.

Said talking about his family
was too painful.

Didn't introduce me
to a single one of his friends.

And what about
physical evidence?

Combed every square inch
of my apartment.

He didn't leave behind
so much as a toothbrush.

But he did drink my tequila.

Men.

Got a bottle
for my birthday last year.

Never opened it. Never even
took it out of the box.

Then one night,
Kyle took it out,

drank right from the bottle.

Which means his fingerprints
and his DNA are here somewhere.

Men.

Marissa! Cable! Danny!
Anyone?

Where is everybody?
It's not Christmas yet.

We're here, Bull.
We're here.

Okay. I got
three more CEOs to, uh,

say they'd sign a statement
acknowledging our thesis

that many of the improvements
in cell phone technology

are incremental and based
on shared knowledge.

The good news
is two of the three

are here in New York.
The third one is in New Jersey.

Hey. Benny and I are
heading out to court.

Trial starts at
2:00. It's 1:15.

Right behind you. I just
got to finish this one thing.

I need
these signatures today.

And I need each of you
to carry these,

get them signed,
and then get them back to me.

See you in court.

(elevator bell chimes)

Dr. Bull?

April. Everything all right?

I need to speak with you.

Is it Charlie?

Charlie's fine.

Charlie's having the time
of her life, watching everyone

twist themselves
into pretzels around her.

She has no idea
how serious this all is,

and no idea
how much trouble she's causing.

(sighs)

Okay.

I'm sorry I said that.

Uh... I care about Charlie.

I really do.
But...

But this is just
a lot more all-consuming

than I bargained for.

I'm supposed
to be finishing a thesis,

not raising a little girl.

After school and a couple
of nights a week--

that's what
I agreed to.

But now Charlie's
actually living with me

in my studio apartment,
and I can't get anything done.

It's the end of the term,
my paper is due tomorrow,

and it's not
going to be finished.

(sighs)

I don't know how
to say this, but...

it's not what I signed up for.

I'm sorry.
I-I can't

be Charlie's temporary
guardian anymore.

I just can't.

Not even one...
No.

Okay. Well...

I'm sure we can
figure out another solution.

I guess I'll just
have to call the judge

and come up
with some next steps.

But don't you worry about it.
You're right.

This is not your responsibility.

Your responsibility
is to get an education.

Thank you.

Not to worry.

Good luck with your thesis.
(elevator bell chimes)

Merry Christmas.
Happy Hanukkah.

Happy Kwanzaa.
You, too, Dr. Bull.

Okay.
Oh.

Uh, I forgot.

Charlie gets out of school
at 3:15.

Okay.

Well, somebody
has to pick her up.

(elevator bell chimes)

Oh.

Marissa! Danny?

Chunk?!

Cable!

Can I help you,
Dr. Bull?

Oh, uh, I'm just looking
for someone I know and trust

or, at the very least,
whose name I know.

I got to get to the courthouse
at 60 Center Street

and the New Home Day School
on East 62nd.

Well, one is downtown
and the other's uptown.

Which one's first?
Yeah, it's a quarter to 2:00.

We're 20 minutes from court.
How long from, uh,

there to East 62nd?

This time of day?

35 minutes, easy.
We'll just make it.

Let's go to court.

Hey, Bull.
Good to hear from you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're all
just, uh, waiting to get in.

(quietly): And by the way,
people keep asking where you are

and making ugly faces
when I say, "He's on his way."

He is. And I got written
statements from major CEOs

to back up our thesis
on the way, too.

Here's the thing:

second I get there,
I need Chunk to jump in the cab

and go pick up Charlie
at school.

Excuse me?
What-what...

Who is this Charlie guy?
What are you talking about?

Never mind.
I'll text you when I get close.

(horns honking)
We haven't moved
in, like, five minutes.

It's Christmas
in New York.

You know what?

Here. Never mind.

Keep the change.

(phone rings)

Hello?

We have got a problem.

We just started voir dire

and the clients
are having a stroke.

They want you here.

And Benny's been stalling like
a car with a bad carburetor.

Chunk, tell him I'm getting
there as fast as I can.

(bells tolling)
What's that?

Huh?
Those bells.

Church bells?
(stammers) It's 3:00.

Okay. Tell Benny he's gonna
have to do his best.

I'm not gonna make it. I got
to be uptown in 15 minutes.

What are you talking about?

I'll explain later.

(grunts)

Rex?!

Charlie?

Charlie?

Rex?

Oh, my.

Dr. Bull?
Rex.

(panting)

What are you
doing here?

He saved me.

Well, Charlie called me.

I-I guess the nanny
just flaked out,

didn't pick her up
from school, so, I mean,

I called her, but-but I think
she just turned her cell off.

Charlie was terrified,
so I just ran right over.

So where are you going now?

I don't... I don't know.
I mean, I'm...

I'm not allowed to bring her
back to the apartment, so...

This is a little
ridiculous, isn't it?

You want to be with
your daddy, don't you?

And I know you want
your little girl back.
I do.

So let's end this.

The judge wants to hear
from you, Charlie.

You can put an end
to this whole thing.

I know.

So let's grab a cab
and go see him.

What do you say?

MARISSA:
Hey! Sorry I'm late.

Bull here yet? I got
that signed letter for him.

No. Apparently,
we all beat him here.

The word is
he's on his way.

Uh, we actually do
have some news, though.

My friend at the NYPD--
he got a hit on Kyle's prints.

Seriously?
Yup. So, Kyle Anderson

is actually Robert Allen.

Turns out he's got a wife
and three kids.

They live just outside
of Bedford, New York,

though the fam claims
they haven't seen him in years.

Nonetheless, wifey somehow
affords a big house

and private schools
for the kids.

You okay?
(sighs)

How did I not know?

The guy is good.

Also, he has outstanding
warrants for tax evasion,

international money laundering,
larceny.

It's quite a list.

Which is probably why
he needed you

to get him a passport,
'cause there was no way

he was getting out
of the country with his own.

I used the number
of the passport you got him

to trace him to a resort
on Virgin Gorda.

He's been there
for the past three weeks

opening up
bank accounts.

The British Virgin Islands.
Of course.

He's there laundering money.

Looks like he deposited
over half a million dollars.

(scoffs)

He was a busy boy.

(church bells toll)
(laughs)

Church bells.

Always makes me think
of Christmas.

Christmas.

I wonder if Kyle's coming home.

Well, you said
he had a wife and kids.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking,
how many flights can there be

from the Virgin Islands
to New York

between now and Christmas?

Give that to Bull.

I got some last-minute
Christmas plans I got to make.

BULL: Judge said he'd be there
till 4:30.

We should
just make it.

Charlie?
You okay, honey?

You worried about talking
to the judge?

I was thinking about mom

and how she'd tell me stories
about Santa Claus.

And how we'd track

what part of the world
he was in on her computer.

You know, we could do that.

You and I could do that.

No. It's okay.

I know it's a fairy tale.

I've known for a
while now. I'm nine.

Is that true? Really?
A fairy tale?

I'm... I'm not sure
I believe that.

Yeah. I mean,

me, either.

I'm sorry I was
mean to you, Dad.

I just missed Mommy.

Oh, I'm sorry that I wasn't
a better dad, darling.

I really miss her, too.

Well, here we are.

All right.

HOLT:
Hey!

Where the hell
have you been?!

We just lost a key juror
in there, and you were MIA.

Mr. Holt, there's a child.

I apologize.

I was unforeseeably
detained. Nonetheless,

you're in great hands.

Look, Mr. Colón and Mr...

I'm sure they're great;
those are not the hands

I'm paying for.
(phone vibrates)

Okay, we're getting
called back in.

I need you
to roll up your sleeves,

get your head in the game.

It's 4:20, Dr. Bull.

*

I have a previous commitment.

Go to the judge's office.

I will be right behind
you guys, all right?

Let me be clear.

If I walk into that courtroom
without you,

you and your people
are off the case.

Then so be it.

Truthfully, it was a mistake
to get involved to begin with.

I mean, it's Christmas.

I guess I just let greed

and my own ego
get the best of me.

I do apologize.

And to you guys, too. I...

I don't know what
I was thinking.

(sighs)

But I do have a gift for you.

You guys have
those envelopes?

Share these with
your attorneys.

I think it'll go a long way
to getting you what you want.

You're very welcome!

That guy's getting a lot of coal
this Christmas.

Why do you guys put up with me?

All right, go
to your meeting.

(sighs)

Merry Christmas.

Oh, bring it in.

ALL:
Ah!

(laughter)

All right, go do some shopping.

Do some drinking,
get silly.

And I don't want to see any of
you until after the new year.

Bye.

(sighs)
Where's Marissa?

I have no idea.

But I'm sure she'll check in
by the holiday.
Huh.

You doing anything
for Christmas, boss?

Not gonna be alone,
are you?

I got big plans.

Merry Christmas, Benny.

Merry Christmas.

* Have a holly,
jolly Christmas *

* It's the best time
of the year *

* I don't know
if there'll be snow *

* But have a cup of cheer

* Have a holly,
jolly Christmas *

* And when you walk
down the street *

* Say hello
to friends you know *

* And everyone you meet...

Merry Christmas, Kyle.

FBI! Robert Allen, you're
under arrest for fraud,

larceny, money laundering
and tax evasion.

Place your hands on top of your
head and get down on your knees.

* Kiss her once for me...

Have a fabulous New Year's, too.

* Have a holly,
jolly Christmas... *

REX: He just left Providence,
and he is on his way here.

Dad.
Look, I believe.

Once you fall asleep,

I know he's gonna
come down that chimney.

We don't have any chimneys.

We don't have any fireplaces.

Hmm. You may be on
to something there.

(elevator bell dings)

Someone's coming
up our elevator.

I wonder who
that could be.

Dad, don't open it!
The doorman didn't call

and ask to buzz him up.
Well, I'm not just gonna

leave somebody trapped
in the elevator.

(elevator doors open)

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

Oh, I've got some presents here
for little Charlie Kensington.

Hopefully, she's asleep.

It's really you!

Oh.

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Someone's excited.

(quietly):
I know it's you, Dr. Bull,
but don't say anything.

My dad still believes
in all this stuff.

(quietly):
Oh. Okay.

And thank you
for bringing him back to me.

This is the best Christmas ever.

Well, I'm not allowed

to give out any presents
until everyone is asleep,

so...

I'll have to stop
back by a little later.

(elevator bell dings)

* Sunlight is fading...

(sighs)

And to all a good night.

* The church bells are saying

* Christmas is here

* Ho, ho

* It's beginning to snow

* Softly and gently

* And quietly so

* Ho, ho

* Who's afraid of snow?

Nice look.

Back at ya.

* And let's go.

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