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Previously on Doubt...

Molly's here. She's a witness for the prosecution.

You adopted Molly when she was four?

Yes, a year younger than Billy.

Was she even here when Amy was killed?

She went back to Korea the same year, didn't she?

Her biological mother showed up, demanding to see Molly.

What are you going to tell them?

I'm gonna say what I saw!

These are her psychiatric records.

Tapes of her sessions.

Save my boy, Sadie.

My mom looks at me and sees...

Not Billy.

Like I'm the opposite.

He's funny and smart and I'm...

I don't know, not.

And you think she wants you to be like Billy?

Um, yeah.

And how does that make you feel about him?

Billy?

I love Billy.

It's not his fault that he's the chosen one.

So I've been listening to the tapes

that Margaret brought us of Molly and her therapist.

It's mostly about Margaret. Love-hate.

We probably can't use them in court.

No, but we can use what we find on them.

Well, have you found anything?

The mere fact that she went to a shrink helps the case.

Establishes her as an unreliable witness.

True. But Billy's very protective of Molly,

and he doesn't want us to do a total takedown.

Would he rather spend the rest of his life in prison?

Anyway, what happened between that tape

and the night of the murder to make her turn on Billy?

We have two years of therapy sessions,

so I'm gonna need people to help listen and see what's there.

I start a trial today.

I'm going to Bedford and meeting your mom.

Oh, don't let her push you around.

Why would she push me around?

For fun?

Would you stop that?

I'm sorry. I was just waiting for my bar results,

and I thought if I hit refresh every two seconds,

it'd make them come faster.

You're gonna pass. And if you don't,

you'll take it again.

I'm sure that was meant to reassure me, but what I heard

was “You'll never amount to anything, you idiot.”

You can listen to the tapes today.

Maybe it'll take your mind off the bar.

And where is Tiffany?

Uh, she went to Iowa for the weekend.

She's supposed to be back this morning.

Which I remember because it's the same day

I get my bar results, confirming my life is meaningless.

I'm back,

and I'm engaged.

To-to Brandon, my boyfriend from high school.

It was very sudden, but it felt right!

Congratulations!

Oh, oh, that reminds me.

Dylan wants to talk to us about her divorce.

Harrison and I agreed

to, uh, work out a divorce settlement

without lawyers, okay?

And we had a meeting scheduled for today.

And then he calls me this morning and tells me

he's bringing an attorney.

Did he say what changed his mind?

- No! - I told you not to marry him.

Are you seriously gloating over my failed marriage, here?

Maybe we should just...

Maybe if you spent a little time with him,

to try to get to know him... I'm busy running a law firm.

Trust me, I know. Too busy for dinner. Yeah.

I ask you to dinner all the time.

Really, Dad? I-In the city. I live in Westchester. Really?

Maybe we should just focus on today's meeting, yeah?

- Fine. - You obviously need someone

to sit in with you to make sure the settlement is fair.

Don't worry. I'll be there.

Uh, Harrison is a little terrified of you.

What did I ever do to him?

At our wedding, you told him if he'd hurt me,

you would have him killed, Dad.

Yeah, I remember that joke. Yeah.

It wasn't really the highlight of your toast, Isaiah.

Well, I-I wasn't joking.

Okay. Here is what we are going to do.

Dylan, call Harrison, tell him

to meet us here with his lawyer.

I will sit in and make sure the settlement is fair.

Isaiah, you will stay away from the conference room.

What, it's not me Harrison has to hide from.

Oh, my gosh. Sadie.

He's gonna put a hit out on Harrison.

He's joking, and he is not funny.

So he is going to stop. Okay?

We all good here?

- So you had an exciting weekend. - I did.

I didn't realize things were so serious with...

Brandon. I mean, we've been together forever.

Since high school.

With breaks. Don't worry.

I sowed my wild oats.

I see the judgment in your eyes.

Oh, that's not judgment.

That's fear, panic,

an obsessive need to check my email again.

Well, go ahead.

Nope. Hmm.

So, how'd he ask you?

So, he's a little league coach.

And they had a game.

After the game was over, he walked up to the mound

holding a microphone and asked me to join him,

and in front of everybody, he got down on one knee

and he proposed.

So when's he moving to New York?

Oh, I don't know. It was such a whirlwind,

we didn't really get into specifics.

But he is moving to New York?

Yeah.

Wait. You don't think he thinks

that I'm moving to Iowa, do you?

I-I-I can't move back to Iowa.

I-I have a career here.

- What does he do? - He has a landscaping bus...

Uh, maybe he could do rooftop gardens.

I'm gonna text him. Um,

“Hey you!”

“You're moving to New York, right?”

Smiley face. It's settled.

Right?

I heard it first.

The screeching. Cab came out of nowhere.

It jumped the curb and hit the man.

Did it seem like the driver was trying to hit him?

Oh, yes.

Well, the man was running away,

and the cab turned very sharply

onto the sidewalk. Now, I don't know

if he was trying to cut him off

or to hit him, but... he was aiming.

And do you see the driver in the courtroom today?

Yes. He's right there.

Hello, Mr. Kalabi.

Let the record reflect that Mrs. Webster has identified

the defendant, Tariq Kalabi.

Your witness.

When you first heard the screech, where were you?

- On the ground. - Why?

The man had pushed me down and had taken my purse.

Just to be clear, the man who Mr. Kalabi accidentally hit,

had just stolen your purse?

- Yes. - Outside a bank, just minutes

after you cashed your social security check?

- Yes. - What happened after Mr. Kalabi's cab

hit the man who robbed you?

He stood over that robber until the police came.

Then he brought me my purse,

and asked if I was okay.

Such a nice young man.

Then what happened?

Then the police officer put handcuffs on Mr. Kalabi.

Said he was under arrest.

It all seemed very unfair to me.

We made a list

of Harrison and Dylan's possessions.

I thought we'd just go through them one at a time.

Well, actually, I've already drafted a settlement proposal.

Oh. What?

Get all the undisputed items out of the way first.

This basically covers all the possessions

that are easily distinguishable

between his or hers.

His golf clubs.

Her shoe collection.

Easy, breezy.

Okay.

Just take that, and look at it.

I-I'm not agreeing to this list.

Do you want my golf clubs?

I don't see the Mickey Mantle card.

Well, that would fall

under Harrison's baseball card collection.

Which I've had since I was ten.

Okay, h-he bought the Mickey Mantle card eight years ago

from a friend, and we were married at the time,

so wouldn't half of that belong to me?

I believe it would.

Am I supposed to cut it in half?

I-If that's the best way to split it up, then, yeah.

Do you see me going after your autographed Celine Dion T-shirt?

Oh, you can have it. Maybe it'll look good on Janet.

- Who's Janet? - Uh, this large animal vet who moved in

down the street. The animals are large.

Not Janet. She's teeny weeny,

like a child with a little wrinkly face.

We agreed to keep her out of this.

Oh, we also agreed no lawyers, and you changed that, so, um,

I think I can talk about the woman you had sex with.

And on that note, I think this is a good time

for a short break.

Cameron Wirth.

- So nice to meet you. - Cam. Carolyn.

I hate that you came all the way up here.

I've changed my mind.

I don't understand.

Isaiah and Sadie say you're brilliant,

and I'm sure they're right,

but I've decided to represent myself.

Oh.

I'm, I-I know your time is valuable.

I'm just gonna wait for rush hour traffic to die down.

Oh. Sure.

Things haven't been great between us for, um, a while.

It was just, like, a bad patch in the marriage.

And then,

I accidentally open up Harrison's laptop

instead of mine, and his e-mails were open.

And I see all these personal messages from Janet.

Okay? Sexy messages.

I just confronted him,

and he said they had been having an affair.

It's almost as if he was relieved to be caught.

Dylan, I had no idea you were going through all of this.

I am so sorry.

Well, I... I didn't tell anyone.

I was too embarrassed.

You know?

I mean, I, what, I had the huge wedding and the 12 bridesmaids,

- and now a divorce? - Thirteen.

- What? - 13 bridesmaids.

- You're still not mad about that? - I'm just saying.

You had 13, what was one more?

Okay. You're still mad.

No. I'm kidding.

Mostly.

Anyway, back to Janet.

He said it was just a...

it was just a fling.

And, uh, I wanted to work on the marriage.

He said, uh,

the affair made him realize that he wasn't happy.

Yeah, I-I didn't make him happy.

So, he said, you know, it was too late to make it work.

I think the best thing for you

is to move on as quickly as possible.

And let's be honest, bickering over a stupid baseball card

probably isn't the best way to do that.

That Mickey Mantle card is worth $72,000.

They tried to bury a $72,000 card

in the undisputed items list?

Okay...

I know that you asked me just to sit in on this meeting

to make sure the settlement was fair,

but now I'm really pissed off.

Well, good, 'cause so am I.

- Permission to destroy them. - Permission granted.

Let's go get everything.

♪ ♪

So the D.A. dismisses the case, but Sadie's still mad,

and says to the judge, “I'm just sorry that the court

“won't get to see me excoriate the police department

and the District Attorney's office.”

Excoriate. She's good.

She's better than good. She's feared.

She was born to be a lawyer.

How's her personal life?

She still got the guy?

She told you about the guy.

She told you about the guy.

Which means it's serious.

She doesn't open up.

Keeps things inside.

Well, Sadie's been through a lot in her life.

She's amazingly well adjusted despite it all.

Despite me, you mean?

Yeah.

You think I'm a bad mother?

Doesn't matter what I think.

You do think I'm a bad mother.

I think there's a new person on the parole board,

Olivia Jiménez, liberal, believer in prison reform,

but she's also a mother,

and I think she's gonna wonder what kind of woman

would leave her 2-year-old at home

with a 17-year-old babysitter

to go rob a bank.

No one was supposed to die.

But they did. And you got arrested.

And that 17-year-old babysitter had to go to class,

so she called a friend who came over for a few hours,

but eventually that friend had to go to work,

and left Sadie alone.

Until a neighbor heard her crying and called the landlord.

You don't think that haunts me?

No, I think it does.

So much so that you justify your actions

and rationalize them in the name of the Movement.

And as much as I think you feel

you've apologized that you've taken responsibility

for the death of Joseph Thomas, you haven't.

You've never said, “I killed him.”

Because I didn't.

And there you go again.

Well, I think traffic's cleared up by now.

Sit down.

You're not going anywhere.

I was running, cab comes out of nowhere.

Boom.

Why exactly were you running?

Had just taken the lady's purse.

I know I shouldn't have taken it, but...

almost getting killed by some psycho cabbie?

Nah, man. That's not right.

Now, I'm in pain every day, all day.

On the day you stole Linda Webster's purse,

you were still on parole for a robbery.

Yeah.

The man's name was Ed Maclntyre, and he was 83 years old.

You robbed him outside his bank, just like Linda Webster.

Is there a question anywhere in the vicinity?

I just want to know why Mr. Mills keeps robbing people

outside their banks.

Like I said before,

I needed the money.

And old people are easy targets.

You can beat 'em up and they won't put up a fight.

- I don't beat 'em. - Unless they fight back, right?

- Like Linda Webster did. - I wouldn't have hit her if she let go.

So if old people see you coming,

they should just hand over their money to you, is that it?

I just want to know what to tell my grandma.

Objection.

Nothing further.

Well, now that we've all

had some time to cool off...

Hold that thought, Jimmy.

It's Jason.

Lucy?

This is my assistant, Lucy.

She'll be joining us for a few minutes.

Could you hand me the settlement proposal you drafted?

Why? Because I'm asking for it.

Thanks so much.

Lucy, if you would.

What are you doing?

We're starting over.

That was fun.

So, Dylan has very recently

developed sentimental feelings

for everything on Harrison's list,

including the Mickey Mantle card.

She doesn't even like baseball.

That's because baseball's super boring, but she is very

fond of things that are valued at $72,000.

Now, your client can,

either auction off the card

and split the proceeds,

or buy it off my client with his half of the money.

This was supposed to be amicable.

You're the one who wanted to bring lawyers into this.

Don't get mad if mine's better.

Hey, babe.

I'm looking at my ring, it's so pretty.

And, um, yeah, I miss you, I love you.

Please just call or text me, okay?

- Bye. Love you. - What'd he say?

- I left him a message. - Well, maybe he's busy.

Buying a house for us in Iowa.

Oh, my God, I think I'm gonna have a panic attack.

Sit down.

Deep breaths. He's gonna call back.

And we have to focus on Molly's tapes.

Yes. Focus. Molly. Okay, where are you at?

About eight months before the murder.

It's just been a lot of family drama.

Nothing about Billy.

Uh, parents' marriage is starting to fall apart.

Oh, cool, just like mine.

At least you passed the bar.

You have a career to fall back on.

Oh, come on, what makes you so sure you didn't pass?

Darla is in the pest control business.

She also sells gas to consumers.

Darla sold a container of fumigation gas

to Conrad for use in ridding his apartment of insects.

Conrad used the gas in a careless way

and some of it made its way into the apartment of his neighbor,

Paul, and caused Paul to have a serious lung condition.

- Is Darla liable? - Of course.

Now you know why I'm so sure I didn't pass.

You argued that Darla wasn't liable?

Thought it was a trick question.

I thought they were all trick questions.

I was in prison.

Everyone is a liar, nothing is as it appears.

I argued Conrad was liable.

Conrad's negligence was foreseeable,

but that doesn't absolve Darla.

I know.

You seriously think that I would trade you

Anthony Davis for Chris Paul?

I need rebounds, you need assists.

My-my team's in first place. I-I don't need anything.

Except a win in the courtroom.

Should've thought about that before you charged

my guy with reckless assault.

- Your vigilante? - My good Samaritan.

Eh, you say potato.

I like how you're milking it for sympathy.

Wheeling him by the jury real slow.

I saw a juror tear up.

I saw three jurors grab their purses

before he could snatch them.

How about a plea?

You offer no jail time. It's win-win.

D.A. can't let people take the law into their own hands.

But you know, there is another option.

You could go easy on me in there.

Excuse me?

I'm just saying, the jury delivers a guilty verdict,

I quietly agree to no jail time.

It's win-win. Just like you said.

- Same exact result as a plea deal. - You want me to throw my case?

I'm doing what we always do, I'm negotiating.

No, you're asking me to do something unethical.

Russo is gonna fire me if I keep losing.

So I should throw my case so you can keep your job?

Oh, come on, no, come on, Albert, I'm kidding.

Good.

Cause you're better than that.

The Steinway piano.

- She doesn't play. - She will take lessons.

The winter vacation home in Vermont.

- She hates skiing. - Let me guess, she'll take lessons?

- Catch on quick, Jacob. - Mm, it's Jason.

And last but not least,

the donor embryo.

I want the embryo.

- Why? - Wait, what embryo?

Harrison has a hormone imbalance

that affects his sperm count. They bought a donor embryo

from a couple who had extra embryos they weren't using.

I have given you practically everything.

I'm even buying my Mickey Mantle card from you.

I just want the embryo.

And-and I just want to know why.

Janet and I are getting married and we want to start a family.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

He said Janet didn't mean anything.

That-that it was just a-a fling.

And now he wants to give our embryo

to his anorexic large animal vet?

Even if you give them the embryo

you are still walking away from this with more than him.

I found the embryo through a fertility lawyer.

I bent over backwards to help Harrison feel okay

about his defective sperm.

And now this vet just swoops in and steals my husband

and my family?

You know, we were gonna send Embryo

to this little Montessori school down the street.

We used to drive by and see all the kids,

and say “Hey, that's gonna be us one day,

"picking up Embryo”"

Okay, I-I never wanted to get a divorce,

after everything that happened,

after my dad fell in love with your mom

and basically left us.

You can still have a family, Dylan.

I'm 39.

Where am I gonna meet someone?

Who says you have to meet someone? It's 2017.

If you want to raise a family,

just say the word, and I will go get you that embryo.

So why do you do this work?

You went to Yale Law, you could get any job you wanted.

We're not talking about me.

You want to know why I did what I did,

I want to know why you do what you do.

I like it. It makes me feel good. Like I'm helping.

That's how I felt.

We would rob banks and use the money we took to feed the poor.

I do work that helps poor communities,

but I do that work without anyone getting killed.

It was a different time. I couldn't stand by

and not do anything.

- The poor are still getting poorer. - Your point?

Those people on the parole board are gonna think,

“So the world still sucks, is she going to get out

and shoot another guy?”

I didn't shoot anybody.

I drove the damn van.

I know what you're trying to do,

you're trying to say it's the same thing, but it's not.

You want to know about what I do?

I spend my days defending,

which often means excusing, explaining and minimizing.

But sometimes all that minimizing

puts people like you at a disadvantage.

Because suddenly, you have to go before a parole board

and take responsibility,

but you've bought into the narrative

your lawyers laid out in court.

I accept my role.

A man is dead because of me.

A woman became a widow because of me.

His children are fatherless because of me.

Your daughter is motherless because of you.

My daughter is not motherless.

- She's broken. - How dare you.

And scared and lonely.

And smart, and strong, and feared...

Because she had to be.

Because she found herself alone in an apartment

and no one answered her cries, and that is your fault.

And you can pat yourself on the back because Sadie's strong,

and tough, and a fighter,

or you can realize she became that way because she had to.

She's a survivor.

She survived you.

I'm done.

- Carolyn... - No.

I'm done.

Mr. Kalabi,

tell us about the day you witnessed Shaun Mills

robbing Linda Webster.

Yes, um, I-I was parked,

uh, having lunch break,

and then I see Mrs. Webster coming out of the bank.

And then the man, Mr. Mills, he attacks her.

Quick, grabs her purse, and runs away.

Did anyone run after him?

I follow him in my cab,

yelling for him to stop, but still he keeps running,

so I turn my car onto the sidewalk

to make it so he cannot go.

But still he keeps running.

My car, it hits him.

It was not my intention.

Why not just let him go?

Because what he did was wrong.

You have to understand,

I have seen what it means for a country to have no law.

For those with guns and power to just take what they want.

According to our accident reconstruction expert,

you were traveling at nearly 50 miles an hour.

Well over the speed limit.

Do you know how much your vehicle weighs?

Objection, Your Honor. Where is this going?

If Mr. Cobb is patient, he'll find out where it's going.

The objection is overruled.

I'll ask again.

Do you know how much your vehicle weighs?

No, sir, I do not.

A taxi weighs about two tons.

Were there other people on the sidewalk?

Yes.

Some people, all yelling for him to stop.

So you thought it was okay to drive a two-ton hammer

onto a crowded sidewalk

going 50 miles an hour

to stop an unarmed man from running away?

It was not my intention to hit him with my car,

I was just trying to stop him from robbing this lady.

Mr. Kalabi,

this is Mr. Mill's spinal CT scan.

His spinal cord is transected at the T5, T6 level.

Do you know what that means?

No.

It means you stopped him from getting away with that purse.

And in the process of stopping this fairly minor robbery,

you permanently injured Shaun Mills.

He will never walk again because of you.

Did you know Molly met Amy Meyers before Billy did?

She's been hanging out at Amy's house a lot.

I get it.

Uh, in my tape, the Russian nanny just locked her

in a closet for not finishing her homework.

You know what Margaret said when Molly told her about it?

“Next time finish your homework.”

Would it really suck moving back to Iowa?

No. I mean, I love it. My whole family's there,

and it's easy, but...

I feel like I can be myself here, you know?

I feel like Molly.

Locked-in-a-closet Molly?

No, I just mean that...

Molly told her therapist that when she's at Amy's

she feels like she can really be herself, and...

I work my ass off

to pay for an apartment

that's the size of a closet back home,

but I feel like the luckiest person in the whole world.

So you are locked in a closet.

I just know I don't... I don't want to leave.

Me, neither.

You're gonna pass.

What if I don't?

The guard said you wanted to see me.

I built this place.

It's a real struggle to mother

in a drab visiting room.

You know, little kids don't want to talk.

They want to do.

They want to play, so I wrote a proposal.

Took four years.

Finally found a politician who was willing to listen.

Got some funding, got some books.

May not look like much, but, um,

I taught Sadie to read here.

Taught her long division.

I got to be a mother to my daughter,

because I didn't give up.

I want to be a mother to my daughter.

I want to get out of here. I think you can help me.

I'm ready to listen.

Before I left that night, I was reading to Sadie, and...

The Snowy Day.

“Peter woke up one winter morning, looked out the window.

“Snow had fallen during the night.

It covered everything as far as he could see.”

I loved that book.

She-she used to do this thing,

when I finished with a book,

she'd start crying... Crocodile tears, fake.

She knew how to win an argument even then.

Sadie wanted to take her time,

looking through the pictures.

I mean, I... I had, I had to go.

I had people waiting for me, but she was wearing these...

soft yellow jammies that she loved,

and we were so cozy,

and, God

I wanted not to go.

But you went?

Uh-huh.

I thought I was making the world

a better place for my daughter.

I-I... I thought I was doing a good thing.

And now?

It-it had all gone perfectly.

We were in and out of the Rampart Bank in 14 minutes.

We were driving back to the safe house in the Bronx.

I was gonna leave the van, take the train.

That's what I'm thinking as I got pulled over,

that I'd be home before midnight,

and then it-it all went crazy.

- The police pulled you over? - Yeah.

I-I saw the lights and my first instinct was to run,

but the plan had always been that if we got caught,

that we would go peacefully, and we would use the, the trial

to promote our cause.

And so, I-I pulled over and the cop...

...Joseph Thomas...

uh, pulled me over, asked me for my license.

Gave it to him.

He walked back to the patrol car.

That's when Jacob and the guys

burst out of the van and shot him.

The... the fa...

fatal shot was to the head.

I didn't pull the trigger.

But...

I might as well have.

I killed him.

I did it.

I did that.

I wish that I had stayed in bed that night

and been a mother to my daughter.

You're talking nonsense.

Don't speak to me like this.

Mr. Cobb.

Please talk some sense into my uncle.

I want to plead guilty.

You can't do that.

He can't do that. Tell him.

Ahmed, relax.

Tariq, what's going on?

I broke the law.

You did nothing wrong.

Then why is that man in a wheelchair?

Why was the man taking the woman's purse?

This is who should be punished.

He is... he is punished.

I should be, as well.

Please, Mr. Cobb.

I want to speak to the judge.

I want to change my plea.

Our constitution allows for you to be judged

by a jury of your peers.

They'll decide who gets punished. That's not our job.

Our job is to find the truth.

I saw the truth.

The truth was in that CT scan.

That's what their side is saying is the truth.

- That's their story. - You weren't trying to hurt him.

I drove too fast.

I was reckless. That makes me guilty.

It's not up to you to decide if you were reckless.

That's up to a jury.

Now you have to trust it.

- We're not gonna budge on the embryo. - Neither are we.

We've been more than generous with everything else.

You can still have children, Dylan.

You weren't the problem.

It's been two years since we had the testing done.

Who knows if I have any eggs left?

If we can't agree we can take this to court.

Which will take time and money.

Dylan, you don't want it.

We bought that embryo two years ago,

and it's never been a good time for you.

I'm the one who always wanted the family.

Just admit it.

You don't want kids.

Would you mind giving us a few minutes?

Do you want kids?

I told you, I already picked out a school for Embryo.

A real kid is very different than a theoretical one,

and Embryo will want a mom who wants to be a mom.

I-I don't know.

I don't know.

What kind of a person would I be

if I gave away my own child?

I would be just like Dad.

Oh, Dylan. This is all about Isaiah.

You know what? No one ever chooses me.

Even my own dad, he didn't choose me.

He chose you.

That is not true.

You know what? I-I always used to console myself with the fact

that my dad was a man of the people,

not a people person.

He... He never

got along very well with his own family members.

Instead, he just, he gave himself to the community,

to the, to the causes, and all of a sudden

you came along, and I got to watch my dad become a father.

And my sister and I move off to live with my mom full-time,

and you get all of my dad.

Nobody gets all of Isaiah.

He was good to me,

but business always came first.

And, Dylan, that was hard for me

because I didn't even have my mom.

Back then, my closest friends were his clients.

I-I didn't even get that.

You want to know my deep, dark secret?

Sure.

I don't know how to swim.

Isaiah never taught me.

He said he would, and then he got really busy, and then

he offered to have his client,

this woman who had bombed city hall, teach me,

and I was like, “Pass.”

Right?

If you want Embryo, I will fight like hell to get it for you,

but if you're just gonna let some domestic terrorist

teach it how to swim...

We have plenty of cops in New York City.

And we employ them, precisely so that people don't have

to take the law into their own hands.

Mr. Kalabi had a cell phone and a radio.

If he'd used them instead of the two tons of steel he chose,

Mr. Mills would be walking today.

And despite what Mr. Cobb might tell you,

Mr. Kalabi evinced a depraved indifference to human life

when he ran over Mr. Mills.

He should be held accountable for his recklessness,

just as surely as Mr. Mills

is being held accountable for his robbery.

Imagine a world where you can kill a man

with no fear of being prosecuted,

a place where the government is so weak,

that the rule of law is not so much a rule

as a half-hearted suggestion.

That's Syria,

and escaping that world

is what brought Tariq Kalabi here,

a place where law and justice are real.

But make no mistake about it, it doesn't work if we don't play

by the rules, if we don't do our jobs.

Mr. MARKES did his.

I did mine.

It's time for you to do your job.

Do you believe that Mr. Kalabi is a vigilante,

out there using his cab as a weapon to seek vengeance?

Come on.

Isn't it clear that this is a man

who was seeking to do the right thing

in a new country that he loves?

You have to ask yourselves,

“Do I want to live in a world

“where Good Samaritans come to the aid

of those in need?”

A world where we, each of us,

will step up to protect one another.

I know where Mr. Kalabi stands.

I know where I stand.

Your verdict will tell us where you stand.

- You're not easy. - Neither are you.

They want you home.

You think I have a shot?

I do.

Isaiah and Sadie never said

I was a terrible mother.

I don't think you're a terrible mother,

for the record.

I'm glad she has you.

And-and Albert and Isaiah and the guy.

I can tell you know more about him than you're telling.

I like that.

You can keep a secret.

I don't know anything.

You're my lawyer, Cam.

Not them.

Just you.

I think I can make that work.

Sadie and Isaiah don't need to know

what I'm about to tell you.

I need to lay next to her in bed before I die.

Feel her weight against me.

Sleepy and cozy.

I need to be a mother again

for the time that I have left.

- I don't understand what... - I have cancer.

It's not a great prognosis.

You-you have to tell them. They need to know.

Mm-mm, no. She's finally happy.

She can't know... I can't ruin her life again.

Isaiah, he would...

He'll want to save me. He can't.

Carolyn... Get me out.

Give me some time with the people I love.

“One winter morning,

“Peter woke up and looked out the window.

“Snow had fallen during the night.

“It covered everything

"as far as the eye could see”"

Please, Cam.

Please.

That's it.

I'll file these.

Thank you.

For agreeing to give us the...

Sorry.

Good-bye, Dylan.

As to the charge of reckless assault in the first degree,

how does the jury find?

Not guilty.

Thank you for your service.

This court's adjourned.

Congratulations. Thank you so much, Mr. Cobb.

Thank you.

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

Albert.

I'm sorry.

I-I shouldn't have...

I wasn't thinking straight when I...

- You don't have to... - Yeah, I do.

It's been a really rough stretch for me lately.

Okay, I've been slipping up, and this isn't an excuse,

but the lupus is just... I'm tired all the time,

and I-I never feel prepared.

Come on, Alan, I beat you fair and square.

Russo really might fire me, Albert.

She's not gonna fire you.

And if I don't have a job... I'm underwater as it is.

And Lisa and I, we just bought a new place.

- Alan... - I know I sound pathetic,

but I'm just trying to explain.

- Alan... - What I'm saying is

that I just... I needed a win.

So for some reason when I asked you...

it just made sense in my head, man.

- You done? - Yeah.

You're not slipping.

I love going against you in the courtroom.

You know why? You're good.

You make me fight for it.

People are terrified of going up against you.

- Really? - Really.

Like who? Sadie?

Is she terrified of going against me?

Keeps her awake at night.

It'll never happen again, man.

- I know it won't. - Hey.

I'll give you Anthony Davis for Chris Paul.

No, you keep Anthony Davis.

You need him.

Hang in there, Alan.

Nick. Nick.

- Nick! - What?

She tried to kill herself.

She took a ton of aspirin and threw it all up.

- What? - Molly tried to kill herself

two weeks before Amy's murder because of Billy.

Wait, what?

Amy and Billy started dating,

Molly felt left out... He stole her only friend.

Wow, that's terrible.

- And awesome. - And awesome.

- Now we know why... - Molly hates Billy.

- We can even try to... - Turn Molly into a suspect.

Oh, that's good.

- We should tell someone. - Totally.

- What?! - What?!

- He's here? - I passed the bar!

Wait, he's here? Brandon's in New York?

Yeah. So what? That's not important.

You passed the bar!

Oh, my God, you passed!

It's okay... I'm not important.

What are you doing here? What, how, why?

Um, this morning,

a plane, and because I love you, stupid.

Hey, man. Brandon.

Nick. Congratulations.

Hey, we should go out. You know, celebrate

you passing the bar, my first night in New York.

Oh, I don't want to get in the way.

Oh, shut up, it's happening. I'm inviting people.

All right, do you want to come see my office?

It's not a corner office or anything,

but there's... there's an espresso machine

and a break room and I make the best...

Are you saying you don't trust Billy anymore?

He's not the same person he used to be.

He used to talk to me.

Now it's just him and Amy, and I'm invisible.

I hate all of them!

I had no idea that she was

gonna try and kill herself.

If I had known... if any of us had known... we-we...

Uh, we weren't fighting.

A few weeks before Amy died,

Molly and I were hanging out, just the two of us.

She wanted pierogies from Veselka,

like, at 1:00 in the morning...

I know what it's like to join a family

that existed before you got there.

It's easy to feel like you don't belong.

Like if you make a mistake, they're gonna send you away.

Just trying to figure out why you feel so alone.

And sometimes the people we're closest to

are the ones we blame.

But this is not on you.

Okay?

This is not your fault.

You coming out to celebrate Nick?

Yeah, we were just listening to some of Molly's

old therapy tapes.

There's some stuff in there we can definitely use.

We can, uh... we can talk about it later.

Yeah. See you at the bar.

Satellite.

Right, so I thought it was “set a light.”

Like, you know, the song...

♪ All I wanted... ♪

Was I part of a negotiation?

I spent my entire day dividing up

all of my worldly possessions,

including an embryo,

and I can't help but think about

your divorce with Mom.

I mean, obviously, you know,

she got me in the settlement,

But I just... I want to know...

how did you decide that?

It was an impossible situation.

Your mom was a better mother than I was a father.

You and Greer were better off with her.

Well, guess what? It sucked.

If you ever wondered,

I... would have chosen you.

Really?

I see the way you are with Sadie.

And the way you are with-with everyone here.

I...

I'm jealous of that.

I'm a father figure to a lot of the people here.

I know that.

But you're more than a father figure to me.

You are my father.

You always liked to dance in front of the TV.

I'd be watching the news,

and I'd tell you just to move.

And all you wanted

was for me to see you.

It's the great shame of my life

that I... I didn't.

I'm-I'm still dancing, Dad.

It's not too late.

I don't know, maybe we can, um...

try to have dinner once a week?

Do we have to go to Westchester?

Okay, seriously, Dad, really?

No, I'm just joking.

Maybe just a dash

of a shot for me... a dollop.

It's not all about you, Nick.

Actually, I thought it was entirely about me.

Blah, blah, blah, hooray! We all passed the bar.

Hey, uh...

I want to make a toast.

To Tiffany...

I love you and I can't believe

I get to spend the rest of my life with you.

Starting now. I'm moving to New York.

You are? I love you.

Oh, my... I love you!

Oh, that's nice.

I heard someone passed the bar.

I'm a lawyer.

I'm a really drunk lawyer.

Hey, listen up. Everyone grab a drink.

Tonight we're here to congratulate our boy Nick,

who's officially joined our club.

Yeah!

Now, Isaiah isn't here to give the Isaiah speech...

- Oh, no. - Oh, yes.

We do God's work.

We meet people in their darkest hours

and fight for them.

It's not always easy, but at least we can

go to bed at night

knowing that we stood by someone accused,

so that he or she would not have to stand alone.

No one knows those words better than you, Nick.

You were that man.

It's an honor to stand here with you

in better times... To your brightest hour.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

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