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Ms. Strait, I'm warning you,

do not test my patience on this.

I've issued a clear and direct court order.

This is a serious matter.

Your client is an alleged criminal.

If you don't tell Ms. Strait to tell you

where Layla Hosmani is right now...

Mr. Fadeek, I'm capable of controlling

my own courtroom, and you do not have standing

to make these arguments.

We're very sorry, Your Honor.

Ms. Strait, I'm asking you to provide this court

with the whereabouts of Ms. Hosmani.

Sydney.

Sydney.

Sydney, you understand what's gonna happen here?

They're going to put you in jail,

possibly for a long time.

I know.

You could lose your license,

never practice law again.

I know, Dad.

Ms. Strait, I'm asking you a simple question.

Where is Layla Hosmani?

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- _ - My bag. Oh, I gotta put this...

Hey, uh, Della?

- Yes, darling. - I was, um... I was thinking...

it's gonna be Dad's first Thanksgiving without Carolyn.

I've been thinking about that a lot.

Yeah, I started making this, uh, this video for him,

kind of getting people to say why they're grateful,

maybe a favorite memory.

- Aw, that is a fantastic idea. - Right?

- I have to, um... - Yeah, yeah, of course.

So I already got Briana and Anthony to do it,

and I was wondering if maybe you had time before you go.

Now?

If you have time.

I will make time.

Awesome. Awesome. Thank you so much.

So how does it feel to be a rich man?

Order another bottle of this and gonna be a lot less rich.

George, you could order every bottle on that menu,

it would not make a dent in your new bank account, okay?

You deserve this. You can spend the money.

You're a rich man. It's okay.

Did Della get that scholarship set up?

All done, in Tess' name. It's done.

And she's also working on your son's trust

and gonna have that mailed out the day after tomorrow.

You know, maybe, uh,

maybe I should deliver those papers myself.

You think you're ready for that?

Yeah, I-I've seen Sara. I've seen Tess' mom.

I think it's time I got to know my son.

Besides, I figure showing up with a $20 million check

might break the tension a little.

I think that will.

Hmm.

You know, that's the third time you've looked over there.

I feel sorry for her.

She's checked her watch three times.

She's faked ten...

Eleven laughs.

I mean, it's like watching somebody die

a slow, painful death.

- And you feel sorry for her? - Yes, I do.

Or maybe you want to be sitting at that table...

That's not what's... I... like, she...

Sydney is my friend.

- Jake... - She's my boss' daughter.

What you're supposed to say is,

"I'm not interested in her."

But you didn't say that, did you?

Okay.

Where you going?

I'm going to rescue her,

like a friend.

Oh, because a rescue isn't romantic at all.

Oh, no, I can find my way out.

What was her name, again?

Uh, Ms. Strait, um,

there's, um... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry.

Jake Reilly, I'm a paralegal, I work with Strait.

There's been... Uh, the judge called.

There's been a problem with the Della case back at the...

What have I told you, Jacob?

What have I told you about this?

I told you to take care of this.

Don't shoot the messenger, please.

Didn't I say that the last time would be the last time,

and this is the hill that you want to die on?

- I'm sorry, ma'am. - Unbelievable.

I have to go. So sorry about your cat.

- You owe me. - I do not owe you.

I owe you nothing, okay? I am grateful.

That is as far as I go, Jacob.

Ah, you owe me double for that.

Uh, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?

George and I are gonna go over to Anthony's.

- Aww. - Yeah, yeah.

You?

Uh, Dad and Emerson and I are

gonna eat at the Rendezvous.

You're going out on Thanksgiving?

Yeah, well, Thanksgiving was really Mom's holiday, you know.

She did everything.

And without her, we're just, like, the Island of Misfit Toys,

just doesn't feel the same, you know?

Yeah, I get it.

I've spent, like, my whole life...

crashing other people's holiday parties, so...

Just the unwanted guest?

Yeah.

I, uh...

- I'm... - You want a ride?

- Oh, uh, no. - Yeah?

I think if I ever get in that car,

I'm gonna be in the driver's seat.

That's fair.

I look good in that car.

No doubt.

- Good night. - Good night.

Back the hell up now!

Ms. Strait, my name is Layla Hosmani.

We went to Vanderbilt together.

I was two years behind you.

You just scared the crap out of me.

- Layla... - I am desperate.

I need your help and your father's.

Well, call the office tomorrow.

I could be dead by tomorrow.

Please.

Let me see if I got this right.

A stranger tells you someone's after them

and you bring them to my house?

Well, when you say it like that, it sounds bad, but yeah.

What do you know about her?

Besides the fact that she went to "school" with you.

I grew up in Saudi Arabia.

My father was a journalist.

He was often critical about our government.

One night, security forces came and told him

they had questions, and that was the last time I saw him.

I was eight years old.

And now she's a journalist too.

Freelances for CNN and the BBC,

but primarily, she's a blogger,

exposed ISIS cells in Northern Iraq,

reported live from Cairo during the Arab Spring.

I mean, she's a hero, Dad, like, a real one.

What's she doing here?

Two months ago,

a British diplomat was murdered in Riyadh.

Her death was blamed on criminals,

but it was actually orchestrated

by a corrupt minister.

And how do you know this?

A tip from a source led me to some witnesses.

I was working on the story when someone must have found out.

So the police issued a warrant for my arrest.

I fled to Jordan.

From there, I flew to Washington

to seek political asylum.

By the time she got to D.C.,

her government had flagged her as a terrorist.

Which meant asylum was out the window.

Sydney, this is bad.

And when I realized I couldn't go

to your government for help,

I remembered that I had a classmate

whose father handled cases like this.

If your government's already contacted our State Department

and labeled you a terrorist,

you'll be deported as soon as you contact

any authorities here in the U.S.

And dead the minute I land back home.

It's okay, it's... that's Briana.

She's part of our team.

She can take you someplace safe,

keep you out of sight,

give us some time to figure out

how to get you out of this.

- How will they reach you? - Disposable.

Paid in cash at a store with no security camera.

- I'm impressed. - Good.

That means you'll listen when I say

you have to stay off your computer.

Check on my brother, make sure that...

That security looking for you finds you?

My computer's fully encrypted.

If I stay off the Internet,

can I use it?

I have to finish writing...

I can see you're not used to taking orders.

Neither am I. Now, we don't have to be friends,

but only one of us can be in charge.

Okay, so what can we do?

You play chess?

Yes.

But I prefer backgammon.

Why?

We can gamble on it.

- Are you ready? - Yeah.

Okay.

Uh...

- You okay? - Yeah, very good. What's... what's up?

I'm headed over to the courthouse

to see what we're up against with this extradition.

But before I go, I just wanted to make sure,

you're okay with this whole...

eating out for the holiday plan?

I feel like I sort of pushed it on you and Sydney.

No, no, I mean,

growing up on military bases,

I'm used to nontraditional everythings.

So...

what, um... what were they like,

your Thanksgivings before?

Heh.

Uh, you ever had a perfect day?

That's Thanksgiving with Carolyn.

She planned everything to a T,

house smelled like happiness.

Wow.

Well, maybe we can figure out

our version of a perfect day.

The new perfect.

New perfect, yeah.

I'd like that, son.

Um, keep this open.

Yeah.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Elijah...

my memory isn't of you winning a case

or organizing a protest.

It's about a party that Sydney and I had

when we were 14

and you and Carolyn were out of town.

You said we could have a few people over,

but we ended up with, like, a hundred?

Yeah.

There was that lamp that got broken,

the one that we said the wind knocked over.

I have to confess, Sydney broke it.

The thing I remember most is,

you knew we had a party,

but since nothing all that bad happened,

you pretended not to know.

And it's not that you were the cool dad, you know.

It's that you were the dad

that made us all feel safe to be kids.

- Did you get my text? - Oh, I did.

Uh, I will make one, I just can't right now.

- Syd? - Yeah?

I got that evidence Saudis used

to petition for Layla's return.

Okay, thanks.

It was the 21st of September.

We had heard a report that there was going to be

an anti-government protest taking place

in front of the parliament building.

I was walking down Olayah Street

when I saw the mob.

They were attacking everyone in their way.

One of the people leading them was a woman.

She was shouting about vengeance for her father.

She had a gun.

I saw her fire it into the crowd.

It was Layla Hosmani.

Layla Hosmani.

Layla Hosmani.

Well, that's convenient, them finding so many

English-speaking witnesses.

I'd like to question the guy holding a gun to their heads.

Unfortunately, those are sworn statements

given to Saudi officials.

Our government must accept them

whether we think they're staged or not.

So, only way to get Layla asylum

is to show somehow those are manufactured

in an effort to get her back under false pretenses.

Okay, where do we start?

I mean, should I get on a plane,

track these guys down? 'Cause...

We need to talk more with Layla.

Where does Briana have her?

Uh, I'll... I'll give 'em a call.

You're not gonna tell either one of us where they are?

Plausible deniability.

Now you're being paranoid.

Maybe not.

Elijah, these gentlemen wanna ask some questions,

and I told them they better be polite.

It's okay. Hey, Barry.

What brings you here today?

I wish this was social.

I'm Barry Blumberg, U.S. Attorney's Office.

This is U.S. Marshall Haynes and Rafi Fadeek,

attaché from the Saudi Consulate.

You need to hand over Layla Hosmani.

- That's not gonna happen. - We know she was with you.

It would be best if you turn her over.

Mr. Fadeek, was it?

I'm gonna assume this is your first visit to Memphis

and forgive you for making the mistake

of trying to tell us what's best for us.

- Layla Hosmani is a terrorist. - You sure about that?

And harboring a terrorist is a crime.

So is murdering people to silence them.

Well, let's just take this all down a notch, shall we?

A formal complaint was filed against Ms. Hosmani

by an ally government.

Our office determined that there was sufficient evidence

for an extradition hearing.

Your client is ordered to appear tomorrow...

- Tomorrow? - As is custom in matters

- of state security. - This is a joke.

I assure you... it is not.

Did you not get my message?

Well, anyway, I was thinking tonight,

you know, we should go to McEwen's and you should pay again, 'cause...

you hungry, George, huh?

- George. - Oh!

- Oh, hey. - You okay?

Sorry, I just...

I was just thinking about what I'm gonna say to Ben.

I'm happy to come with you.

You ever play this thing or it's just for decoration?

Well, you know, my interior designer, she thought...

- Oh, my God. - I-I am gonna learn.

Oh, sure. Sure you are.

You're terrible.

Yeah, but at least I'm playing.

- Move over. Move over. - Okay.

I can't decide if you're letting me win

or if you're just really bad at this game.

A woman on the run needs funds.

- Hey. - Is she within earshot?

Yeah.

They've ordered Layla to appear in court tomorrow

and if she does, she's gonna be on a plane by nightfall.

What are our plans? What's the plan?

I think things are gonna get a lot worse

before they get better.

Are we sure about the better part?

I warn you.

If you refuse to answer my question,

I will be forced to take actions

I do not want to take.

- Is that clear? - Yes, Your Honor.

Then I will ask you again and for the last time.

Where is Layla Hosmani?

Respectfully, Your Honor, I can't tell you,

- because I believe if I do... - Your Honor, we ask that...

- Ms. Strait... - She will be killed.

Ms. Strait, you're remanded into custody

and will be held until such time

as you produce your client.

Furthermore, I will notify

the Tennessee Bar of your actions.

You'll have to answer to them for your blatant disregard

for the orders of this court.

We won't stop till you're out, Sydney,

till you're out and everyone is safe.

This hearing is not an extradition.

It's a trial, a trial of a woman

who has devoted her life to speaking truth to power,

to exposing injustice on behalf of those

who have no voice,

a woman who cannot be here today,

not because she doesn't want to be,

but because to appear here

would be to see her sentenced to death.

Layla Hosmani is no terrorist.

She's a journalist.

The charges made against her

are baseless in the most obvious sense.

Your Honor, we cannot afford to lose

men and women who are willing to risk everything

to ensure that our freedom,

indeed freedom itself, be preserved.

There is a saying:

"Speak truth,

do justice."

Ms. Hosmani simply wants

a chance to speak the truth.

And as much as I hate to admit it,

our ally simply wants to murder her for it.

Neither I nor my daughter, indeed anyone in our firm,

can stand by and allow this to happen.

We hope you won't either.

You okay?

That's a stupid question. Of course you're not.

What happened? Why are you in here?

Man, they say I graffitied that old warehouse

on 4th and Alabama.

Okay, well, why'd they say that?

Because they caught me doing it.

Hey.

Sydney. What's your name?

I'm Tony.

Tony Porter.

I'm an art student at Western Tennessee State,

on scholarship.

If I plead guilty,

I lose it.

Okay, I'll bite.

If you knew that, then why did you do it?

For a girl.

- No. - Yes.

- Come on. - I'm telling you.

There is so many bad ideas that start with that.

I mean, Leslie and I have been together since freshman year,

and we got into a fight last night

and she broke up with me.

So I went to that warehouse across the street

from her apartment, and I painted her name...

with hummingbirds.

She love them hummingbirds.

- That's very romantic, Tony. - Hmm.

It's stupid, but it's romantic.

Well, come on.

Did it work?

We'll see.

- Right here, tight. - Okay, go ahead.

I was at this big firm in Boston

when we came down to Memphis for a case.

Elijah was on the opposing counsel.

We spent the entire afternoon

just beating the crap out of each other.

There was teams of lawyers,

no progress.

So at the end of the day,

Elijah comes up to me and he says

he would bet me a beer that if he

and I went to the Redbirds game that evening,

we would settle the case

by the end of the seventh inning.

We settled by the end of the fourth inning.

By the sixth inning,

Elijah had poached me away from my firm.

Best thing that ever happened to me.

Which reminds me, I still owe you for that beer.

Surprisingly good.

Layla Hosmani.

Layla Hosmani.

Layla Hosmani.

That, Your Honor, is the charade

on which they expect you

to send Layla Hosmani back to her death.

I would call it theater, but it's an insult to theater.

- Your Honor... - We've had no opportunity

to question this police officer,

this woman, this young man, so I can't tell you why

they're clearly reading scripted testimony.

- Your Honor! - Or trembling in fear at

what might happen if they stumble on a word.

Your point is taken, Mr. Strait.

Mr. Blumberg, I know we give our allies

the benefit of the doubt, but this video...

Is the tip of the iceberg.

We've been presented sworn statements,

a transcript of the rally...

Give my son 30 minutes on his laptop,

I could have a pile of "official" documents too.

I...

- What is this? - Apologies, Your Honor.

I expressed concerns of my own,

which is why Mr. Fadeek arranged

to fly in a new witness to bring before this court.

Who is this witness?

My name is Farhad Hosmani.

Layla is my younger sister.

- _ - I was with her when she planned

the attack on our government.

I tried to stop her.

- _ - She said I was a coward,

that we had to get back at them

for what they had done to our father.

_

Nothing further.

No questions, Your Honor.

Very well. The witness is excused.

Court is adjourned, hearing to resume tomorrow morning.

And Mr. Strait,

if your daughter doesn't produce Ms. Hosmani,

I will suggest to Mr. Blumberg that he consider bringing

felony charges for aiding and abetting,

and I'll transfer her to a federal correction institution.

I think the U.S. attorney knows

this whole thing is sketchy,

but, Sydney, even if Judge Diaz

were to rule for us, it'll be appealed,

Layla will be on a plane before the end of the week.

Well, then she's gotta run for it.

What happens to you?

I don't get beheaded, at least.

What about her brother?

You think if she takes off,

they'll think twice about killing him?

I'm not gonna tell the judge where she is, Dad.

Tell me.

What, so that you can just end up in here?

So that I can talk with Layla.

If you tell Layla about her brother,

then she's gonna turn herself in.

It's her brother, Sydney.

We cannot keep that from her.

Dad, you can't let her give up.

Please promise me that you won't let her...

I don't know if I can promise you that.

Please try.

I'd been working at the firm for six months.

I was representing a woman

who was being evicted from her apartment and...

God, I stayed up all night

just trying to figure out something,

anything to help her out.

Elijah was juggling five other trials,

but he set 'em aside...

and stayed up all night with me.

What happened with the case?

Yeah, we lost.

Uh, you know, but Elijah stuck with her

and made sure that she got all the resources she needed,

and now she's working as a nurse.

I mean, there are... there's a hundred stories like that.

You know, Elijah taught me how to fight.

I'll always be grateful for that.

Before I left, I told Farhad

to go stay with the uncle of an old college friend,

way out in the middle of nowhere.

They're not taking any chance on this, are they?

There's got to be some way to use that urgency against...

Mr. Strait, I'm thankful to you

and to Sydney and to you too, Briana,

but I just... I can't do this to my brother.

- Layla, Layla... - Tell Mr. Fadeek

that I'll turn myself in if they let him go.

- Layla... - There's no choice.

- You would do the same if you were me. - Slow down, slow down.

There's no need to make that decision just yet.

Even if we were to make that kind of deal,

there's no guarantee that they would keep to it.

Your brother could still wind up dead too.

- I'll take that chance... - Please, please.

My daughter is in jail because of you.

We're all fighting for you.

At least let us turn over every stone

before we let you go out there and get yourself killed.

While you do that...

you'll take my computer,

and as soon as my brother is safe,

you make sure the story gets published.

The story... the story, yeah.

They found Farhad, even though you hid him.

And they brought him here. That's a lot of effort.

That means that they will do anything, anything, Layla,

to try to get their hands on you.

What are we thinking?

I think there's a way that we can save

you and your brother.

But you have to trust us.

Just, just one more minute.

Take your time, George.

I mean, what am I gonna say?

His whole life, he thought I was a monster.

And now, who knows what he thinks?

You knock on the door...

and... and then it begins.

What begins?

The rest of your life.

Jake, did I ever... say thank you?

- George, you don't... - No.

- You don't have to say that. - Did I...

... really say it?

Because you...

Well...

Well, my dad,

he ran off when I was eight,

and he took his money with him.

And my mom, she... You know, she lived in denial.

She just wanted to hold on

to that country club life so bad, that, uh...

you know, she, you know...

She just kept thinking he was gonna come back.

And so, if that meant, you know,

until then, relying on the kindness of strangers,

of strange men, well...

It's not so bad, right?

And, until this day, she still, uh...

she still clings to the idea that he's gonna come back,

or that the next guy is gonna be the guy that's...

That's gonna treat her right, so...

You, um...

You've restored my faith in...

... in husbands, and you've restored my faith in fathers.

Thank you, George.

Here goes nothing.

Ms. Strait,

I've been informed you're willing to produce your client.

Yes, I am, Your Honor,

but not in the way you might expect.

Your Honor, in the interest of both our clients' safety

and in getting the truth in front of this court,

we are prepared to have Layla Hosmani testify

from a remote location.

Your Honor, we received no notice of this.

Without the ability

to confront this witness in court...

You will have the ability to cross-examine the witness,

unlike the Saudi national witnesses that you presented.

I must object on behalf

of the sovereign Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.

Your Honor, we are simply attempting to have our client

tell her story.

If after you've heard her story,

you order her remanded to Saudi custody...

she will comply.

However, not before her testimony,

including the story for which we believe

she is being persecuted

in the first place is on the record.

How do we know that this is not a stunt?

Ms. Hosmani can hurl accusations,

and then when you order her deported, she runs.

I have to agree, Your Honor,

if the witness is willing to testify,

she needs to do so in person.

I'll allow the testimony. But if I do...

Your Honor, she will abide by your ruling,

no matter what that ruling is.

Well, if she doesn't, Mr. Strait,

you'll join your daughter in custody

and have your license to practice law

stripped by day's end.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Mr. Goebel, are we gonna do this today or what?

Just another minute, Your Honor.

Ms. Hosmani, several people, including your brother,

have stated that you were engaging

in criminal activity.

Were you?

Absolutely not.

And your government has labeled you

an enemy of the state.

Are you?

I love my country.

Criticizing our leaders, holding them accountable,

it doesn't make me the enemy.

Can you tell us anything about the piece

that you're writing?

Two months ago,

an English diplomat, Helen Wearing,

was killed in Riyadh.

Can I help you, gentlemen?

Her death was blamed on two local thieves,

but that's a lie.

Somebody want to tell me what's going on here?

If I may, Your Honor.

What you're seeing is proof

that Layla Hosmani is being targeted

for assassination, Judge.

Freeze, U.S. Marshall! Put the gun down now!

Freeze! Put down the gun.

Get on your knees.

Your Honor, working in conjunction

with U.S. Attorney Blumberg,

we intentionally leaked the location

of Ms. Hosmani's testimony.

We were able to transfer her to a different room,

but those men you see are Saudi nationals

whose job was to literally silence Layla

before you heard her story.

Whether or not Mr. Fadeek is involved

in this attempted murder on U.S. soil

is not for us to decide, Your Honor.

But we do believe that it does prove

beyond all doubt Ms. Hosmani deserves our protection.

Your Honor, in light of today's events,

it is our position that both Ms. Hosmani

and her brother be granted political asylum.

And we ask Mr. Fadeek to turn over her brother immediately,

lest he and his government want this to become a public story.

- Mr. Fadeek? - Of course.

I assure you, I am shocked as all of you are...

Mr. Fadeek, it's beyond my jurisdiction

to put you in custody, but one more lie,

and I will anyway.

The court grants the U.S. attorney's request

for Hosmani and her brother.

Mr. Fadeek, I wish you a safe flight home.

Your Honor, one last thing.

Ms. Strait, you're hereby ordered

released from custody.

The bailiff will escort you downstairs

so you can be processed out.

Thank you, Your Honor.

You did it.

We did it.

When I first came to Strait & Associates,

it wasn't nice like it is now.

It was barely one room and a copier.

And we know it was the '80s.

Women being made full partner in any firm of any size

was still a rare thing,

and you treated me like a full partner from day one.

You made me a better lawyer.

You made me a better person.

I made you a better drinker.

Not many people have the luxury

of saying they have their dream job.

Not only do I have my dream job,

but I get to work with my best friend.

And I'm so grateful.

Sorry to do this so hastily, but for everyone's safety...

We understand.

Please, thank Sydney for me.

Absolutely.

- Salaam-alaikum. - Waalaikum-salaam.

Actually, I gotta get downstairs

and make sure that they let her out.

You still owe me for our backgammon games.

By my count, it was up to $56,000.

You mean $5,600.

- Take care. - Thank you.

Okay, come on.

- Thank you, sir. - You bet.

- You okay? - Yeah.

'Cause we do have a big day tomorrow.

Oh, right, the Rendezvous and ribs.

Oh, no, the Rendezvous is off.

New plan.

You made plans?

Emerson and I.

- I mean, if that's okay. - Yeah, it's okay.

It's more than okay. That's nice.

Before we take off, though, I gotta take care of something.

I kind of picked up a client while we were in custody.

Okay, let me get this one straight.

You were just in jail, facing possible federal charges,

on the verge of getting disbarred,

and then you still picked up a client?

Well, when you say it like that,

it sounds bad, but yeah.

It doesn't sound bad.

It just sounds... you.

Ms. Strait, I heard you were a guest of the government.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I'm here today representing Tony Porter.

I believe there's a resolution we can find

that will take this off the docket

- and make everyone happy. - By all means.

I've asked Mr. Walden, the owner of the warehouse

that Tony painted, to come to court today,

because it turns out, he likes the mural.

It seems that word's gotten out around the neighborhood

that it was a gesture of love,

and it's been drawing people, drawing business.

So much so that Mr. Walden wants to have it

officially recognized as one of Memphis' murals.

Mr. Walden, I take it you aren't interested

in pressing charges.

No, Your Honor.

Technically, it's still a crime.

- But Your Honor, if he... - But it is a holiday.

And no damage was done,

and if it will get you out of my courtroom...

- Case dismissed. - Thank you, Your Honor.

I didn't know you were such a romantic.

Well, you never painted hummingbirds on a wall for me, so...

Right, like that would have done it.

What are you doing for Thanksgiving?

I was supposed to spend it with Lauren and her family,

but, uh, probably be a hot date with football and beer.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Okay, well, why don't you come over to the house?

No, just, you know, as friends... friendly.

- Yeah? - Yeah, I think that'd be nice.

Oh, so...

- Hey, Bri. - Oh, my God.

Lay it on a bed of vegetables.

- You're making that up. - How dare you?

That's Julia Child. That is a classic.

Could you talk about sports or something?

'Cause this is weird. You know that, right?

Cheers.

Cheers.

Talk to me like I don't know my Julia Child.

That's why I'm shocked. I'm shocked that you don't.

I can't believe that you ratted me out about the lamp.

It was weighing on my conscience.

For 16 years?

Ooh, Robbie, huh?

Inviting him?

I knew you were gonna

give me crap about that, and I did it anyway,

- because I am the bigger person. - Sure. Um...

Old family recipe.

Oh, that's... thank you for...

- "Can-berry" sauce. - Thanks.

All right.

I started making this video

because I wanted to make sure

you knew how much you meant to people...

... to me.

But then I realized,

life isn't about the past.

Yeah.

It's about the future.

And I am... I'm more excited

about the future than I have been

in a long time.

Dad, you are my North Star.

Whenever I get lost,

which seems to be a lot,

I look to you.

Love you, Dad.

We love you. We all love you.

Aww.

New perfect, just like you said.

New perfect. Love you all.

Love you.

- To family. - To family.

You too, Reilly.

- You crying? - I'm not crying.

You're crying.

Oh, is everything okay?

It's the police.

I gotta go pick up George.

He's probably been, you know, arrested for, like,

- I don't know, climbing a tower. - Yeah.

I don't believe you.

- I'll be back. - Imma check the...

Oh, it's looking perfect.

Hey. You're leaving?

Yeah, I gotta get George.

Oh, well, bring him back here.

We have enough food to feed a small army.

So...

And besides, I owe you one.

Okay.

- See you soon. - Okay.

Is this the timer going off?

- Yes, it is. Everybody, it is. - Sorry, man.

Bird looking for a landing zone!

Oh, here we go. Line it up!

- Thanks, Bri. - Beautiful.

Hey, Jake.

Man, I'm sorry, amigo.

I know... I know this is selfish of me.

I do.

But, you see, the thing is,

they really did take my life from me.

I mean, I was looking at 20 years

of heartbreak and therapy

before I ever really smiled again.

And you know, by then, I'd be so old and broken down...

I decided I should just go out on top.

Ha! Pun intended.

Yeah, the only thing that really gave me pause

was you and how you'll take this.

So, hey, please know

that these past few months

have been so wonderful, man,

just the best days I could have ever imagined.

And you gave them to me.

And I hope in time... you'll forgive me.

Life is a gift.

Please live it.

I would have if I could.

Jake. What's wrong? What is it?

George killed himself.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, okay.

I can't go home.

Okay, oh, my God.

Okay, I got you.

It's okay, it's okay.

Uh...

I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

- No. - It's all right.

Jake, wait!

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