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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.

[high-pitched ringing]

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

with the whereabouts
of Ms. Hosmani.

[voice echoing]

- 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.

[dramatic music]

- 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?

♪

[upbeat country music]

♪

- 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.

- [sighs]

Now?

- If you have time.

- I will make time.

- Awesome.
Awesome.

Thank you so much.

[bright bluesy music]

- 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.

[whispers]
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...

- [laughs forcefully]

- 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."

- ♪ No one ever

- 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?

- [in English accent]
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.

- [inhales sharply]
That's fair.

- I look good in that car.

- No doubt.

- Good night.
- Good night.

[dramatic music]

♪

[door clangs shut]

♪

[footsteps thud]

♪

[footsteps shuffle]

♪

- 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.

[solemn music]

- [whispers]
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.

.

[tense music]

♪

- 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 a story--

- 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?

- [scoffs]
Yes.

But I prefer backgammon.

- Why?

- We can gamble on it.

♪

- Are you ready?
- Yeah.

- Okay.

Uh...

[keyboard clacking,
knocking at door]

[computer bleeps]

- 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?

[tender music]

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.

[computer bleeps]

- 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.

[cell phone bleeps]

- 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.

[dramatic music]

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.

[somber piano music plays]
[door opens]

[door closes]

♪

- 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.

[solemn music]

♪

- 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.

[rousing ballad plays]

♪

- You're terrible.

- Yeah,
but at least I'm playing.

- Move over. Move over.
- Okay.

- [clears throat]

[bright piano music plays]

♪

[dissonant notes resound]

[both laugh]

[ominous music]

- 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.

- [chuckles]
[cell phone rings]

- 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.

[both shouting]
[gavel pounds]

- 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.

[guards chattering quietly]
[keys clinking]

[cell door rattles]

- 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.

- [snorts]

Hey.

Sydney.
What's your name?

- I'm Tony.

Tony Porter.

I'm an art student
at Western Tennessee State,

on scholarship.

[sighs]

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.

- [sighs]

There is so many bad ideas

that start with that.

[laughs]

- 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.

[cell phone bleeps]

- 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.

[tense music]

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.

[gavel bangs]

[dramatic music]

- 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.

[laughs]

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.

- Whoa.
- 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.

♪

[exhales]

- 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.

♪

.

- [breathing deeply]

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.

[tender music]

♪

- 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 husbands,

and you've restored my faith
in fathers.

Thank you, George.

♪

- [exhales deeply]

♪

Here goes nothing.

♪

[door creaks open]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- 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.

[screen bleeps]

- 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.

[suspenseful music]

[attorneys whispering]

♪

- 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.

♪

[elevator dings]

- 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?

[Taser crackles]
[groans]

♪

- 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.

[dramatic music]

- Your Honor, one last thing.

- [sighs]

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.

.

[upbeat music]

- 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.

[laughs]

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.

[emotional music]

♪

- [chuckles softly]

Please, thank Sydney for me.

- Absolutely.

Salaam-alaikum.
- Wa-alaikum-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.

[both laugh]

♪

- Take care.
- Thank you.

- Okay, come on.
- [laughs]

- Thank you, sir.
- You bet.

[door buzzes]

- 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.

[chuckles]

- 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.

[gavel bangs]

- [sighs]

- I didn't know you were
such a romantic.

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

- [laughs]
- 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.

[upbeat music]

♪

- 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?

[laughter]

- Cheers.

all: 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?

Ah.
- [laughs]

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...

- ♪ Ain't you, now

- Old family recipe.

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

- "Can-berry" sauce.
- Thanks.

- All right.

[computer bleeps]

I started making this video

because I wanted to make sure

you knew how much
you meant to people...

to me.

[tender music]

But then I realized,

life isn't about the past.

Yeah.

- [chuckles]

- 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.

all: Aww.

- New perfect,
just like you said.

New perfect.
Love you all.

all: Love you.

- To family.
all: To family.

[glasses clinking]

- You too, Reilly.

- [sniffles]

- You crying?
- I'm not crying.

You're crying.

[cell phone dings]

- 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. [chuckles]

- I don't believe you.

- That's my line.

- I'll be back.

- 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...

- [laughs]

- And besides, I owe you one.

- Okay.

See you soon.
- Okay.

- Is this the timer going off?

- Yes, it is.
Everybody, it is.

- Bird looking
for a landing zone!

Oh, here we go.
- Line it up!

- Thanks, Bri.
- Beautiful.

- ♪ Oh, oh

♪ Oh, baby

♪

♪ Well, you know
I love you, baby ♪

[rain pattering]

♪ I'm in love with you,
yes, I am ♪

♪

- 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.

[high-pitched ringing]

- Life is a gift.

♪

Please live it.

I would have if I could.

[Michael Kiwanuka's
"Solid Ground"]

♪

[knocking on door]

♪

- ♪ How does it feel

♪ When it's quiet and calm?

- Jake.
What's wrong?

What is it?

- [whispers]
George killed himself.

- Oh, my God.

- ♪ How will it feel

- Oh, my God, okay.

- I can't go home.

- Okay, oh, my God.

Okay, I got you.

It's okay, it's okay.

♪

- ♪ When it gets hard

♪ I will roll those sleeves

♪

- Uh...

♪

- I'm sorry
to have disturbed you.

- No.
- It's all right.

- Jake, wait!

♪

- ♪ Where there'll be
no one around ♪

♪ Oh, solid ground

♪