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Hello?

It's just me, Consuelo.

Oh, Mr. Schreiber.

It was
a beautiful service.

Ah, certainly was.

It should have been a wedding,
not a funeral.

That's nice of you to say.

She loved you so much.

I loved her, I...

I just wanted to look around
one last time.

Of course. Of course.
Take all the time you need.

The museum
isn't coming until tomorrow.

Do you still have
any of that tea that I like?

You know I do.

The last ginger peach tea
just for you.

Geoffrey?
Geoffrey?

The New Amsterdam
Museum of Fine Arts

has filed a claim of conversion
against my client.

Claim of conversion?
What'd you steal?

I didn't steal anything.

It's not stealing
if it belongs to you.

It's a portrait.

A portrait of
Mr. Schreiber's ex-wife.

It was painted
by the artist Cole Trumaine.

Cole Trumaine.

That's got to be
worth a fortune.

It's valued
at $10 million.

Melanie's will

states that all her artwork
was to be donated to the museum.

Wait.
Back up a second.

Your ex-wife?

We divorced 15 years ago.

Um, my business was... is...
In Germany.

I was back and forth a lot.

Too much.

Her life was here,

and so was mine,
but only half the time.

We reconnected
about five years ago.

Started to fall in love again.

But then, uh...

cancer.

My condolences,
Mr. Schreiber.

Well,

if she willed all of her artwork
to the museum,

it would seem clear
that the portrait

rightfully belongs to them,

but... I suppose if it were clear,
you wouldn't have called me.

The portrait belongs to me.

Melanie gave it to me
before she passed away.

She wanted me to remember her
at her happiest.

She wanted me

to keep that piece of her

with me.

That's what she said.

But if she gave it to you,

why was it still
hanging in her house?

I wanted it to stay
in her home...

with her, till the end.

I think I was...

still hoping she'd...
pull through.

And now
I'm planning on

returning home
to Germany full-time.

And I'm taking
the portrait with me.

My concern is that
jurors might construe this

as a case about money.

A greedy ex-husband who sees
only the $10 million valuation.

I was hoping you'd help us
select a jury,

develop a legal strategy.

I'm happy to help,
happy to join the team, but...

would you mind
if I tried something first?

Something that... might keep us
out of court altogether?

I always believe
the best solution

to any problem is
where both sides

get most of
what they want.

And you believe
if we allow Mr. Schreiber

to fly off to Germany
with our painting...

And sign a guarantee
that upon his death

it would be returned
to the museum.

We'll be getting most
of what we want?

Did I forget to mention
that Mr. Schreiber

is also willing to pay
the museum a handsome fee?

A rental charge, a donation...
Call it whatever you want.

My client, the museum,
appreciates the gesture,

but we really must decline,

enforce our rights
under the law,

and insist that your client
surrender the painting

or see us in court.

Mm.
I'm not sure you understand.

If you agree to our terms,
your client owns the painting,

your client will always
own the painting,

a $10 million piece of art
that one day may be worth

$20 or $30 million
when the museum gets it back.

Additionally, you won't have
to set foot in a court of law

and run the very
serious risk

of having the jury rule
in favor of my client.

I would encourage you
not to answer immediately.

Consult with the museum, and I'm
sure they will see the wisdom

of what
I am proposing.

The portrait we're talking about
is a Cole Trumaine painting

that no one has ever seen.

Do you realize
the kind of attention

and attendance
that will bring?

I will give you 24 hours
to convince your client

to surrender the painting,
or I'll see you in court.

Hi. An investigator
from the Department

of Immigration and Customs
Enforcement just showed up

without an appointment.

He's asking for you.

"David Ellis.

Department of Immigration
and Customs Enforcement."

To what do I
owe the honor?

You had dinner
at Della Nicci last week?

As a matter of fact, I did.

That a problem?

Credit card company
deny the charge?

No. We have reason to believe
that the man you were dining with

is not a naturalized
American citizen

and he may, in fact,
be in this country illegally.

The man I was dining with?

The man who stood up
in the middle of dinner

and saved another man's life?

He told me he was
a heart surgeon.

And he certainly behaved
like a heart surgeon.

Although he did do that thing
where he patted his pockets

and... claimed
he forgot his wallet.

You sure you have
the right man?

Can I just trouble you
for his name?

No.

No, I'm not sure you can.

You want to tell me
what this is about?

May I ask
how you met him?

I swiped right.

Look... I know
you're former FBI,

so I don't have to tell you
that it's against the law

to facilitate the presence
of an illegal alien,

even in a sanctuary city
like New York.

Mm.

Again, I think you're
making a terrible mistake.

So there's nothing
you want to share with me?

Make sure you call me
if you hear from him.

Why? You have a heart problem?

I need a favor.
I need help finding Gabriel.

He's not answering
his cell.

Is everything okay?
Something going on?

Um, could you just
look, please?

Taylor?

I found him.

I mean, a friend of mine
from Homeland found him.

He's in a detention center.

Immigration got him.

*BULL (2016)*
Season 03 Episode 09

*BULL (2016)*
Episode Title: "Seperation"

I called you.
I tried to warn you.

I know.

I didn't want to pick up.

I didn't want there to be
any record of us.

I just, I didn't want
to get you in trouble, you know?

You can't get me in
trouble; I live here.

But what are we
gonna do about you?

There's nothing to do.

They've got me
dead to rights.

I've... been here seven years;
no papers.

- No papers, nothing?
- Hey...

trust me,
it wasn't the plan.

There was a time

I was a pretty big deal
surgeon back home.

I made a great living.

I, uh,
did work that mattered.

I helped people
and was happy.

And then...

my home started changing.

Violence. Crime.

Poverty.

Hate.

It was everywhere.

And the government didn't mind;
they were doing fine.

Suddenly...

doctors, scientists,
any other educated people,

we became the bad guys,
you know?

It's like they thought
that anyone who could think

might question the regime.

So they eliminated the thinkers.

You know, my best friend
in medical school...

Government came,
middle of the night,

snatched him from his home,

put him on display
in the public square

and executed him.

Just like that, in front
of his wife and his little girl.

Oh, my God.

How did you get out?

When you have money

and there's something
you want...

I found a lawyer.

I gave him every cent I had.

He promised
he could get me citizenship,

he promised he could get me a
spot at the university hospital,

that he could get me
recertified

in the United States.

He-He made it sound like
I would just be moving,

you know, but to
a better neighborhood,

that it might take me
a while to fit in,

but in time...

And, of course,
none of that was true.

He got me a tourist visa.

It was good for two weeks.

And you couldn't go back.

Not if I cared
about staying alive.

All right,
time's up.

They told me you're going
to immigration court.

- Do you have a lawyer?
- Yeah, absolutely.

I met him at the country club.

Everybody says he's great.
He's really nice.

It's not funny.

Why are you staring at me?

I'm just trying to lock in
your face. Your smell.

It might be a while,
you know?

$10 million?

That's an awful lot of money
for some acrylic on a canvas.

That's what a jury is
going to think, too.

They're gonna think
this is all about the money.

Funny thing is our client
doesn't need the money.

Geoffrey Schreiber is a VP

of International Marketing

for a huge hedge fund.

Splits his time between New York
and Frankfurt.

Even owns his own jet.

Be that as it may,

I've never met a rich person
that didn't want more money.

And I'm sure the attorney
for the museum

is gonna make that point,
as well.

Our position will be...

the value of the portrait
is irrelevant.

It's what it represents
that matters,

and what it represents

is the indestructibility
of these two people's love.

They married,

divorced, and then planned
to marry again.

And the only thing
that stopped it from happening

was Melanie's death.

And in anticipation of that,

as a symbol of
what they shared,

she wanted the painting
to reside with him,

forever and always.

Being the new kid,
just curious.

This sounds like a tough sell.

How do you find jurors

who are gonna be sympathetic
to our client?

Excellent question.

Ideally,
we'll be talking to people

who might be best described
as possessing evolved morality.

Evolved morality?

Smart people who understand
that romance,

that... love,
that the ability to feel deeply

is all part
of the human equation,

and that if the law is made
to serve people,

there has to be
some accommodation

for their humanness.

That the answer
to every question is not found

within the four corners
of a document.

- Morning, sir.
- Morning.

Let's imagine you pull into
a commercial parking lot.

You take a ticket,
find your space.

As you're getting out
of your car,

you can't help but notice
a big sign.

"We are not responsible
for damage to your vehicle."

You attend to whatever business
brought you to the neighborhood,

and when you get back,
your car window has been smashed

and some packages you had in
the back seat have been stolen.

What do you do?

Nothing you can do.

Like the sign says,
they're not responsible.

Your Honor, the defense
would like to thank

and excuse this juror.

Just because something's
written down,

whether it's a sign on the wall

or the particulars
contained in a will,

doesn't mean
you can't challenge it.

And people with an evolved
morality understand that.

How about you?
It's your car.

Your window that gets smashed,
your things that get taken.

Do you have any recourse?

- Is there one of those signs up?
- Nope. But...

the same warning is printed
on the back of the ticket

you take from the machine
at the entrance that lets you in.

Oh.

I think
you just have to eat it.

I don't care what it says
on the sign

or the back of the ticket.
I paid to park my car.

I have a right to expect
the place to have security.

I have the right to expect
the place to be well-lit,

to be safe.

You don't get to opt out
of your responsibility

just 'cause you put
some mumbo jumbo on a sign.

This juror is acceptable

to the defense,
Your Honor.

Now if we can just get four
or five more like him.

Are you the respondent
in this removal proceeding,

Gabriel Almonte?

Yes, I am, Your Honor.

Will you be needing
a translator?

No, Your Honor.

Mr. Almonte,
you're accused

of being an undocumented alien
living in the United States.

Do you understand that?

I do.

This is an immigration court,

and, as such, there is no right
to a court-appointed attorney.

Do you have representation?

No, Your Honor, I do not.

Would you like to present
a defense

before I rule on
your removal?

Excuse me?

It seems as if you've
already made up your mind.

You already know you want
to send me back, right?

Mr. Almonte, unless you
have proof of citizenship

or a defense against removal,

then, yes, I'm ready
to rule right now.

Oh. My apologies, Your Honor.

Coming from another case
at the courthouse across town.

Uh, Benjamin Colón,
representing Gabriel Almonte.

Mr. Colón, I was just
asking your client,

who apparently didn't
know he had a lawyer,

if he would be presenting
a defense

to the accusations
against him.

Yes, Your Honor.
Well, we will be filing

an application for asylum.

It is our position
that my client

should not be removed
from this country.

Okay. To the issue of bond.

Mr. Duncan?

Your Honor, Gabriel Almonte is,
in our opinion, a flight risk.

He was picked up
at Port Authority

attempting to run

and should not receive bond
under any circumstances.

Mr. Colón?

Gabriel Almonte has been in the
United States for seven years

and has no criminal record.

He eagerly looks forward
to arguing his case

in front of this court,
Your Honor.

Considering
the current overcrowding

in our detention center,
bond is set at $10,000.

The merit hearing will
begin tomorrow morning.

I do hope you're not wasting
this court's time, Mr. Colón.

Thanks so much
for rushing over.

I'm just glad I could
get here in time to secure bond.

All these judges want to do

is blast through as many cases
as they can,

and it's a lot easier to do
without a lawyer standing there.

Listen, thank you.
Thank you so much.

I'm Gabriel.Ah.

Benjamin Colón.
Saw you at Cable's funeral.

We work together, obviously.

And both of you,
thank you for the bond money.

Okay? I just...

Well, you probably want
to thank Dr. Bull for that,

even though I'm sure he probably
doesn't know about it yet.

Then let him know, please,
I'll-I'll pay him back somehow,

- some way.
- Will do.

Now, here's what
I need you to do.

I need you to go home
and put a list together for me

of people who are willing
to testify on your behalf,

talk about why
you should receive asylum

- and be allowed to stay.
- Yeah.

- Okay, I-I can do that. Sure.
- Great, great.

I got to run, but the two
of you have your homework.

Ah, nice to see you.

You do know
it's almost 10:00 at night?

Believe me, I'm well aware.

I just, I need to use
our computers and databases

to try and track down
some names Gabriel gave me,

people who can hopefully testify
in less than 12 hours.

That's very inspiring,
Ms. James. Nothing I like better

than a
"snowball's chance in hell" story.

I'm sorry.

It's late,
and I'm old and cranky.

No, you're not.
You're just too tired to lie.

And too smart
not to know better.

What do you really think
his chances are?

The awful truth?

Your friend picked
a terrible moment

in the history of this country
to be from someplace else.

But... you never know.

Desperate times call
for desperate measures,

and this country was founded
by desperate people,

so... who knows?

You're right.
Who knows?

I was just sitting there,
enjoying dinner with my wife,

and then suddenly I started
having trouble breathing.

Just couldn't
catch my breath.

And then my chest
started to hurt,

and I guess I blacked out.

And when you regained
consciousness?

That guy was
standing over me.

Found out later
I had a collapsed lung.

He was the only one
who knew what to do.

The guy saved my life.

If it weren't for him,

I'd have never seen
my wife or kids again.

My oldest daughter's

expecting her first child.

Thanks to him,

I'll get to meet my grandson.

No further questions,
Your Honor. Thank you.

Judge never made eye
contact with Gabriel, not once.

No change in posture
or facial expression.

I don't think we've done
anything to change his mind.

Hmm. I'm not sure changing
his mind is even on the menu.

Guys like Wentworth,
I've seen them before.

He's dug in.

Prides himself on being
a law and order man.

Likes to brag
at cocktail parties

about being appointed
by the Department of Justice.

They don't listen to anybody.

Not even one of their own?

I spoke to Melanie

the day after she came back
from the hospital.

She made it very clear to me
that she had given the portrait

to my brother.

Even told me she was
going to contact the museum

and amend her agreement
with them.

Do you know why
she never amended

her agreement
with the museum?

I have no idea.
My guess is...

she never got the chance.

The final stage
of her cancer was so...

aggressive.

She was too weak to do much
of anything those last days.

And then she was gone.

No further questions.

Good morning, Ms. Schreiber.

You're very close
to your brother, aren't you?

Very, yes.

And it's not as if
your brother has any children.

No nephews or nieces
for you to fawn over?

No, he has no children.

And are there
any other siblings,

or is it just you
and Mr. Schreiber?

Just the two of us.

So is it safe to assume

his will names you as his sole heir
when he passes?

Objection, Your Honor.
Relevance?

We're talking about a
$10 million portrait.

Isn't who may end up
owning it relevant?

Seems like a reasonable line
of questioning to me.

Overruled.

So, again,

is it safe to assume

his will names you
as his sole heir when he passes?

That you will, in fact,
inherit the portrait

when and if your brother
should pass before you?

It's not something
we talk about, but...

I-I suspect that's true.

No further questions.

Feels like our boat's
taking on water, Chunk.

You don't have to tell me.
I'm right here in it.

I've got the waterlogged
shoes to prove it.

Look at me.

I know you've testified
tons of times.

Not for a friend.

Not when his life
is on the line.

All the more reason
to pay careful attention

to what you're gonna say.

Oh, I know
what I'm gonna say.

I'm gonna ask that judge
how he sleeps

knowing he's sending people
to certain death.

Um, yeah, well,

I would urge you
to rethink that, Danny.

I'm putting you on the stand
'cause you're ex-FBI.

I'm hoping the judge
looks at you and thinks,

"Oh, she's one of us."

But you go in there
and lecture him,

game over.

We're all going home,
and Gabriel's in a C-130,

on his way to a
firing squad by sundown.

So let's take that anger
and put it somewhere else.

You want to make
that judge understand

why Gabriel
should be here,

not shame him for wanting
to send him away.

You need to go in there

and be that
man's advocate.

Tell his story.

Talk about what makes him
special...

Not what the judge
can do for Gabriel

but what Gabriel can do for us,

for this country,

all of us
already here.

When you met

Gabriel Almonte,

what was your first impression
of him?

As a field agent for the Federal
Bureau of Investigation,

it was my job to be
a good judge of character.

I needed to be able
to distinguish people

who were authentic assets

from people who were not,

to be able to see
a person's essence,

even if they didn't want me
to see it.

I'd like to share
a little story, if I may.

I was out to dinner
with my new friend Gabriel.

It was... maybe the second time
we'd shared a meal together.

And... I did not know

that he was a heart surgeon
in his native country.

I did not know
he was here illegally.

I did not know
anything.

He was almost invisible.

Cute, funny,

good company.

But, quite honestly,

nothing exceptional.

Little did I know
that was the way he wanted it.

He needed to hide
his fierce intellect.

He needed to disguise

his superior
education.

So, that night at the
restaurant, when the man

next to us
could no longer breathe,

Gabriel had a tough choice
to make.

He knew instantly
what was wrong.

He knew instantly
what to do.

But...

he also knew, in doing it,

in getting up
and exposing himself

as somebody who knows his
way around the human body

in that high-profile
restaurant,

was sure to get
him in trouble.

And it did.

With me...

and the government.

We all felt
we'd been duped a little.

But here's the point.

Here's-here's what
I need you to know.

That almost invisible man

didn't hesitate for a second.

He understood that,
in that moment,

the virtual certainty
of that man's death

mattered more than
the illusion

that his life depended on.

So he did what we hope
every good neighbor,

every good citizen will do.

And now I'd like you to imagine

how much better
all our lives might be

if he were allowed
to be visible,

to be as smart
as he truly is,

if he were able to offer
this country,

my country,

our country, his best,

instead of hiding in the shadows

and pleading for
the most basic of human rights,

the right to stay alive.

I'm...
I'm sorry.

Did I answer your question?

You sure did.

No further questions,
Your Honor.

You're a former FBI agent,

so let me ask you
a simple question.

Do you believe
Mr. Almonte understands the law?

I'm sorry,

you want me to speculate
on what someone does

or doesn't understand?

You just said he was brilliant.

All kinds of education.

A doctor.

Stands to reason
he probably knew

he was breaking
the law, right?

Again, I don't think
it's my place to... Well,

wh-what about you?
You think he broke the law?

Like I said,

I think he's a human being
trying to stay alive.

That's not what I asked,
Ms. James.

The witness will answer
the question.

That's all right.
I'll withdraw it.

Thank you,
Ms. James.

Sit back down.
You have not been excused.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I'd like an answer
to the question.

As a former
law enforcement officer,

did Gabriel Almonte
break the law?

A simple yes or no.

I'm waiting for an answer,
Ms. James.

Yes, Your Honor.
He broke the law.

The laws of the very country
he's asking to take him in.

Why should

we welcome someone in,
no matter what he has to offer,

if he's already proven he's
unwilling to follow our laws?

Objection, Your Honor.

Now, we all understand

that this is
a passionate debate...

Who are you
objecting to,

Mr. Colón?
Me? My passion?

Overruled.

Why is it so difficult
for people to understand

that if we don't uphold
our laws,

then we maintain
no sense of country at all?

Now you're excused, Ms. James.

I'm ready to rule.

Your Honor,
if it pleases the court,

we have one more witness
that will be available tomorrow.

Is this man a part of your team,
Mr. Colón?

Does he speak
for you?

Uh, yes, he does,
Your Honor.

Fine.

I already have something
scheduled in the morning.

Your witness will
testify tomorrow

right after lunch,

and then I'll offer my judgment.

Court dismissed.

And who is this mystery witness?

I have no idea.

But now everybody lives
to see another day,

and that certainly beats
the alternative.

There's got to be
someone we can put on the stand,

someone who can make
that judge see.

Judge can't see,
'cause he isn't looking.

There's only two things
he wants:

to deport Gabriel
and get on to his next case.

You know,

when he first decided
to move here,

he-he thought he was doing
all the right things.

He hired this lawyer
that promised him the world.

The proper papers,

recertification
as a doctor.

Gabriel gave him
every cent he had.

But when he showed up
at the airport,

all that was waiting for him
was a two-week tourist visa.

Maybe there are other people
this lawyer scammed.

Maybe if...

if we could find one of them...

That's not gonna work.

You have to be a U.S. citizen

to testify
in immigration court.

Now, if you could find
that lawyer...

In 13 hours?

Who are we kidding?
It doesn't matter.

Wentworth doesn't care
what happened to Gabriel.

He has a job to do,

and he wants
to get it done.

Well,

in the meantime,
I'll start putting together

the paperwork for an appeal.

But...
without any new information,

we are likely to be denied.

And, of
course, we'd have

to get him back here,

and he'd have
to find a way to...

avoid authorities
in his home country

until we schedule
the hearings.

Lots of ifs.

We found some good news.

Unless, of course,

that isn't what y'all
are looking for.

We'll take all the
good news we can get.

I was able to access Melanie's
cellular records to see

who she might have spoken with
the week before she died.

She found a witness,

a woman that works
in a custom frame house.

A place that's done a lot

of business with Geoffrey's
ex-wife over the years.

She's willing to testify
first thing in the morning.

Who is it?

It's me.

I've been calling
and texting you all night,

and you haven't answered me,
so I just...

want to make sure
you're okay.

Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm okay.

You should just go away.

I think that this is all going
to be easier for me tomorrow

if you're not there.

Okay?

I just,

I don't want you
to see them take me away.

Gabriel,

will you please come over here
and unhook this door?

Go away, please, Danny.

Please, just go away.

You and your friends have done
everything that you can for me.

Okay? Thank you.

But we're not done.

Yeah, I think that we are.

I'm not stupid.

You understand?
I'm not stupid.

That place is not a court.

That is a checkpoint.

By this time tomorrow,

I'm either going to be dead

or in a cell waiting to die.

No, you won't.

Just please come to the door.

Please?

Look, I have an idea.

I just, I need
to tell you to your face.

You're not going to invite me
out to dinner again, are you?

Let's get married.

City Hall opens at 8:30.

Court's not back
until after lunch.

By 10:00 a.m., you'll be
on a path to citizenship.

You're serious.

Of course I'm serious.

Do I look like I'm kidding?

You really sure
you want to do this?

As soon as we're married,
we'll file for a marriage visa.

Judge Wentworth will have to
suspend the removal hearing

and the immigration officials
will investigate our marriage.

Oh, man.

What?

I know about this.

I heard about this undocumented
guy who got married.

He and his wife had been
together for years.

They still,
still separated them

and interviewed them for hours.

Uh...

How are you going
to handle your finances?

What do you feel about
each other's in-laws?

What's each other's
favorite food?

Danny, I don't, I don't know
your favorite food.

I've never met your parents.

You've got to stop
thinking this way.

And we have to stop having
this conversation here.

Look...

If they don't give us
the marriage license,

go back to your country
for a few months.

Stay under the
radar and survive.

I'll go with you.

Number 22.

- Okay.
- Come on.

Hi. Uh, we, uh,
need a marriage license.

I need I.D. from
each of you.

Uh, yeah, of course.

- There you go.
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm. Danielle James.

New York State
driver's license.

And Gabriel Almonte.

NYC Municipal I.D. card.

Well, this all looks good.

You are good to go.

Once the 24-hour waiting period
is up, you're free to marry.

I'm sorry. We...
We can't wait 24 hours.

We have to get married today,
this morning.

Well, that's not how it works
in the state of New York.

There's a 24-hour
waiting period.

If it's an emergency,
you could try

and get a judicial waiver,

but I wouldn't even know how
to tell you where to start.

Look, it seems like forever,
but it isn't.

Number 23!

And what was the nature
of Melanie's business

the last time she came
to your custom frame house?

She said she wanted
a new frame made

for a Cole Trumaine she owned.

She said it was
a portrait of her

that was commissioned shortly
before she was married.

Apparently, her husband never
really liked the gold leaf frame

the portrait was originally
mounted in.

She said Geoffrey preferred more
of a sleek, black, modern style.

Uh, she was giving it
to him as a gift,

and she was very particular.

She wanted to make sure that
everything was done just right.

And did any money change hands
the day she came to see you?

Yes. I prepared the work order
and she gave me a deposit.

I was waiting for her
to let me know

when I could pick the piece up,

but I-I'm guessing that's when
she took a turn for the worse,

- because I never heard from her.
- Thank you.

One last thing.

Did she happen to specify
where you were

to deliver the piece
once your work was completed?

Or were you simply gonna
return it to her home?

No. She was very clear.

The portrait was to be delivered

to Geoffrey Schreiber's
residence.

Your Honor,

we would like to enter
this work order

and cancelled personal check
into evidence

as defendant's exhibits A and B.

The court will note
Geoffrey Schreiber's address

indicated as the
"delivery" address.

Additionally,
the court will note

the signature
of Melanie Schreiber.

So entered.

Well, uh, enjoy Germany.

I know that Melanie's portrait
is gonna love it there.

I can't thank you
both enough.

Well, I hate to
win and run

but I've got another
case I need to get to.

And I fear the outcome is not
gonna be what we want it to be.

I know this sounds
ridiculously hollow,

but if there's ever anything
I can do for you,

anything at all,
please don't hesitate to ask.

Can't be that early.

Actually, you're
both right on time.

I'm sorry.

We did everything
we could.

Unfortunately, we were unable to
come up with any new witnesses.

We're completely
out of moves.

I don't know what
to tell you, Gabriel.

Uh, yeah.
Okay, so...

What does that mean for me?
What happens now?

I just left Judge Wentworth.

With his permission, I went
ahead and made arrangements

for you to voluntarily deport.

That way there's
no guards.

There's no cuffs.

It's all very civilized.

I got you on a
flight out of Kennedy

in about two and
a half hours,

so just enough time to
swing by your place,

grab a bag's
worth of stuff,

whatever you need.

And then we will meet the folks
from Immigration at the airport,

and they'll walk
you through security.

It'll all be very...

Civilized, yeah.
I-I heard you.

You two can't be serious.

How do you expect him to
stay alive where he's going?

I don't know, Danny.

Maybe by keeping his head down
and his mouth shut.

You have any better ideas?

He's right.

Okay, he's right.

I can do this.

I have some family back home.

I-I'll figure something out.

I promised the judge I'd
deliver you personally.

We should head out.

I'm gonna catch a cab.
Danny?

We'll give you two a minute.

Godspeed.

The last thing you're gonna want
to do is go visit your family.

That's where they're gonna be
waiting for you.

I know that.

Are you kidding me?
I'm still trying to figure out

how I'm going to make it
through the airport

without getting picked up.

What are you doing?

Why are you staring at me?

I'm just trying to
lock in your face.

Your smell.

Might be a while, you know.

Come here.

It's okay.
It's okay.

You better not die.

I'll do my best.

Never been this way
to Kennedy before.

You've never gone
the back way?

I don't understand.
Is that a private jet?

That looks like
a private jet.

Am I going back
on a private jet?

You got something against
private jets?

Flight check.

Gabriel?

Dr. Bull's friend?

My name
is Geoffrey Schreiber.

Take a seat.

Uh...

Buckle up.

Ever been to Frankfurt?

Uh...

A very enlightened city.

I'm sorry. Is that,
that's where we're going?

That's where we're going.

Now, when we land,

there'll be a government
official waiting for us.

You're going to tell him or her

that you're seeking
political asylum.

Okay.

And then what?

And then...

they'll give it to you.

Wow.

Danny.

Just wanted to let you know
they arrived safely.

Gabriel's meeting with the
German officials as we speak.

I think it's all gonna be fine.

I hate you for not telling me.

But I love you for doing it.

You okay?

Yeah. Totally.

Now. Thanks to you.

Good night, Dr. Bull.

Night, Danny.

♪ In ocean's blue ♪

♪ And they're all
crossing over ♪

♪ I should have took your hand ♪

♪ We should have crossed
the border. ♪

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