01x07 - Where Do We Go from Here?

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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 k*lled 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 k*lled
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 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.

MILLS: Like I said before,

I needed the money.

And old people are easy targets.

You can b*at 'em up and
they won't put up a fight.

- I don't b*at '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, (clears throat) now that we've all

had some time to cool off...

Hold that thought, Jimmy.

It's Jason.

(soft chuckle)

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.

- (machine whirring)
- What are you doing?

We're starting over.

(giggles) That was fun.

- (chuckles)
- 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 $ , .

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. (Laughs)

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.

(chuckles)

TIFFANY: 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 att*ck.

Sit down.

Deep breaths. He's gonna call back.

(exhales)

And we have to focus on Molly's tapes.

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

About eight months before the m*rder.

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 as*ault.

- 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?

BAKER: 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 .

Where am I gonna meet someone?

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

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 k*lled.

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 sh**t another guy?”

I didn't sh**t 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.

ALBERT: 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 att*cks 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 g*ns and power
to just take what they want.

According to our accident
reconstruction expert,

you were traveling at
nearly 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 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 T , T 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.

(chuckles)

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 (gasps)

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 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 sh*t him.

The... the fa...

fatal sh*t was to the head.

I didn't pull the trigger.

But...

I might as well have.

(crying): I k*lled 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.” (chuckles)

Right? (Chuckles)

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

but if you're just gonna let
some domestic t*rror1st

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 k*ll 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
w*apon 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 sh*t?

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
as*ault in the first degree,

how does the jury find?

Not guilty.

JUDGE: Thank you for your service.

This court's adjourned. (Gavel bangs)

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 b*at
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 k*ll herself.

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

- What?
- Molly tried to k*ll herself

two weeks before Amy's
m*rder because of Billy.

Wait, what?

Amy and Billy started dating,

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

- Wow, that's terrible.
- (phones chiming)

- 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! (Laughing)

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

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

(chuckles)

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...

WOMAN: Are you saying you
don't trust Billy anymore?

MOLLY: 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.

(voice breaking): I hate all of them!

I had no idea that she was

gonna try and k*ll herself.

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

Uh, we weren't fighting.

A few weeks before Amy d*ed,

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

She wanted pierogies from Veselka,

like, at : 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.

BILLY: Satellite.

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

Like, you know, the song...

(conversation continues indistinctly)

♪ 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.

NICK: Maybe just a dash

of a sh*t 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. (Chuckles)

I'm a really drunk lawyer.

ALBERT: Hey, listen up.
Everyone grab a drink.

Tonight we're here to
congratulate our boy Nick,

who's officially joined our club.

(whops) Yeah! (All cheer)

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

- Oh, no.
- ALBERT: Oh, yes.

We do God's work.

ALL: 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.

(all cheering, toasting)

- Cheers.
- Cheers.