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(door buzzes)

- Hey. It's time.

Samir, come on.

(soft piano music)

(handcuff clicking)

(sighs)

(phone buzzing)

(sighs)

- Hello, Mumma.

- What time will you be home?

I'm making lazakiyat for dessert.

- You don't have to do that, Mumma.

- Just tell me when to expect you.

- Two hours, hopefully less. I have one more airport drop.

- As long as you're home on time to eat a proper dinner

and have a good night's sleep. - I know, Mumma.

- You don't need me to tell you how important tomorrow is.

- No, I don't.

My clients here. I have to go.

- Okay, okay. Hurry home.

- You know, we've been over this, Teri.

That's as high as he'll go. Yeah, he's fully funded.

He's ready to sign, so if this isn't gonna work, tell me now.

Thank you.

Uh no, I was talking to my driver.

Uh, just to Boston for a conference.

(door closes)

Well, he's sick of waiting.

So let me know within the hour, yes or no.

The moment I take off, the offer's dead.

Um, I'm cutting my flight a little close,

you mind if we get going? - Right.

(engine starts)

Excuse me, have I driven you before?

- Sorry?

- You look familiar.

- It's the first time I've used this company.

- I knew you looked familiar.

(chuckles)

I knew I recognized you.

- Mystery solved.

- You're famous.

- I wouldn't say that.

- Your face is everywhere.

- Well, it's usually covered in gum or graffiti

so I'm surprised you even recognized me.

(Alice chuckles)

- I'm Samir, by the way.

- I'm Alice. But you already knew that.

It's nice to meet you, Samir.

(phone rings) - Oh, excuse me.

That was fast, Teri. Do we have a deal or not?

Glad you finally came to your senses.

(plane rumbling)

(indistinct PA announcement)

Oh, thank you for getting me here so fast.

- That's not necessary.

- Rebooking my flight would've cost a lot more.

Please. I insist.

(phone buzzes)

- Hey, Mr. B.

- You still at the airport?

- Yeah. - Good, I've got a pick-up

for you, terminal C. I'll text you the client's info.

- I'm off the clock, remember? I'm taking the MCAT tomorrow.

- You must be confusing me for someone who gives a crap.

- Please, I told you last week. - Look, you're already there.

Terminal C or you can hand in your keys.

(she giggles)

- Ryan. - What?

- Just wait until we get to the hotel.

(Ryan sighs)

(car honking)

(gasping)

- Sorry. - Oh! Oh my god!

- What the hell?

- I'm sorry. I'm... I'm so sorry.

- Oh my god! - Here. Some wipes.

- Keep your eyes on the road!

- This is a Tissa Fontaneda. It's totally ruined.

- We'll get it reimbursed, babe.

- Unbelievable.

(irritated sigh)

- I got it out.

- What about this stain here?

- That's not coffee,

it's just water. I wiped it.

- It needs professional cleaning.

- Seriously?

- That and the client's dry-cleaning

are comin' out of your pay cheque.

(fake cough): Wanker.

- Did you say something?

- Me?

No, no. I just got some, um... some dust caught in my throat.

Did this to me last week,

docked me for wearing my Liverpool tie.

At least I wore a damn tie.

Cheer up, mate. You coming over tomorrow for the semifinals?

- I can't.

- Shawna's got a cousin in town, she's proper fit.

She's gonna be there. - I have the MCAT.

- Again? That's what, three times?

- This is number four.

- Well, best of luck then.

(water spraying)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- Oh, my God, Samir? Hi. You found it!

- Hi.

- This is Alice Baylor.

You dropped me off a couple hours ago.

- I know.

- Oh my god, I was completely losing my mind.

I thought I'd left it at security

and then my flight was delayed and I just...

oh my god, I can finally breathe.

- It's no problem. I can put it in the mail for you.

- Oh uh, no, I'm back Thursday, so it... it won't get there.

Do you mind holding on to it?

I can have someone from my office come get it.

- Or I can pick you up at the airport

and give it to you then. - Oh. Uh. You're not booked up?

- When do you land?

- Um... 12:15.

- That's fine. Same airline?

- Yeah. (PA announcement)

Oh shoot, we're boarding. Finally.

Um, thank you so much, Samir.

You're a lifesaver. I'll see you on Thursday.

- See you then. I'll keep it charged!

- Okay. Bye.

- You know, Dr. Prijani didn't even come into the office today?

He had me push all his patients into a three-day week.

And he's making just as much money as before.

- Must be nice.

- I know we always said you would be a surgeon.

You have such beautiful hands

but maybe you should consider dermatology.

Most of the procedures take less than two minutes,

and there's none of that hassle with insurance.

- I thought you wanted me to save lives.

- What about melanoma?

Did you take another practice test?

(sighs)

(soft piano music)

- The defendant, Samir Khalil.

He'd like you to believe he's a mild-mannered,

hard-working, young man.

A refugee from Syria,

forced to flee his home country when he was just 14.

His lawyer will tell you Mr. Khalil

has no previous criminal record. No history of violence.

What he won't tell you

is that Samir Khalil lived a secret life.

A secret life animated by rage and obsession.

One he kept hidden from the world,

until it metastasized into something far worse.

Mr. Khalil will tell you that what happened was an accident.

But the facts will prove otherwise.

He knows full well this was no accident.

What he did?

It was murder.

Plain and simple.

(quiet typing)

(eerie music)

(typing getting louder)

- You have 15 minutes left on this section.

(disturbing music)

(clicking)

(distorted sound)

(muffled): Sir. Sir, you need to sign out.

(knocking)

(laughing)

- Mate! Wait, what are you doing here?

I thought you had your exam.

Come in, come in. Come in.

Uh, you remember Pete and Shawna.

- Hey, man. - Hi, Samir.

- This is Shawna's cousin, Becky.

- Hi, Becky.

- Let's get you a beer.

Here you go. I'll get you a glass.

(game playing on TV)

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, mate.

There's another half to go, you know.

What's going on?

- I didn't finish. (sighs)

I couldn't.

Two hours into the test, I just got up and walked out.

- Right.

(phone chimes)

(small scoff)

- I thought I was ready this time.

It's like no matter what I do, how hard I try...

- Have you ever wondered if maybe it's not meant to be?

- What else would I do? Be a driver the rest of my life?

(dry chuckle)

Sorry, I didn't mean... - Nah, it's good, mate.

All I'm saying is there's plenty of ways to make a living.

- You don't understand. My mother...

...she's given everything.

- It's your life mate, not hers.

Now, listen, if it's not happening, talk to her.

Just tell her the truth.

And in the meantime,

let's try and get you laid.

Hmm? Hey!

Come on, Becky's here for the week.

She's fresh off a breakup. The timing couldn't be better.

You'll be all right, silly sausage.

Come on. Let's get back to the game.

That's it, mate. That's it, mate!

(Pete): Come on. (Tom): That's it. Come on.

(Pete): Let's go, let's go. (Tom): Come on. Come on!

(screaming) What's wrong with you?!

(Pete): Why are you like this? (Tom): He's got two left feet!

I'm telling you two left feet. (Pete): Oh my god!

(Tom): Told you.

- Yeah, eight months

and the whole time he was cheating on me.

And he totally gaslit me too.

Anytime I thought he was, you know, being sketchy.

- It's rough out there, innit?

- You're better off, I'm telling you.

- It just sucks like... (phone buzzes)

...he really got me, you know?

Like even his Tinder profile, before we even met,

we had the same taste in everything.

We loved all the same stuff.

- You see, it's the apps that are the problem.

It's too many options. Everyone thinks they can do better.

- I know I can.

- Good luck with that one. (laughing)

- Honestly, all I want is a nice guy who can make me laugh.

Like, I don't even care about anything else.

(Samir chuckles)

What? - Nothing.

- No, what were you gonna say?

- Women always say that. But it's crap.

- Excuse me?

- You don't want nice. You don't even see nice.

You just want flashy guys who treat you badly

and buy you things. Like your ex, right?

I should go.

- You've had a few. You shouldn't drive.

- I gotta get home. - No, no, no.

Let me call you a ride. You can get--

- I said I'm fine!

- Samir!

- Why didn't you text me back? I've been waiting for hours!

- I met some friends.

- Ah, you were celebrating. It went well, then?

- It went great.

- Oh! I knew it. I just knew it.

I told you, didn't I? You just needed to focus.

Apply yourself.

- Oh, Mum, I'm tired. I just want to sleep.

- Okay.

(soft piano music)

Your father would be very proud of you, Samir.

(music intensifies)

(foreboding music)

(♪ Tell Me Tell Me by courtship. starts playing)

♪ Just say what you wanna say ♪

♪ Baby, I can't hardly wait

♪ So if you want it

♪ Come and get it

♪ Just say what you wanna say

♪ Tell me you'll be my lover

♪ Tell me you'll be my man

♪ Tell me you'll be my rhythm

♪ playing hand in hand

♪ Tell me you love my mother

♪ Tell me you love my friends

♪ Tell me you'll be my baby

♪ Then tell me again

♪ Just tell me, tell me ♪

- My hero.

- How was your flight? - I'm just glad to be back.

- Sorry, it's my own car today. - Oh. That's okay.

- Am I dropping you home?

- No, I'm actually meeting someone in Manhattan.

East 86th Street.

Oh God, at first it felt like I was missing a limb.

But I gotta say, it was kinda nice not having it.

You know, I read an actual newspaper this morning.

(engine starts)

(♪ Tell Me Tell Me by courtship. starts playing)

Wait, is that courtship.? - Excuse me?

- The music.

- Sorry, I can turn it down.

- No. No. Turn it up, I love this band.

- You know courtship.? - Yeah.

- I saw them a few months ago.

- At Kaboo? - Yeah!

- I was there too.

- Seriously? Wow.

- Huh.

- Yeah, it's three blocks down from my favourite spot.

Cafe Valeria. - Shut up, I love that place.

- Their gazpacho is the best, right?

- Oh my god. Yes, the Persian cucumbers are...

- Right. So good.

- I can't believe you know Cafe Valeria.

That's... I mean, it's such a hole in the wall.

- I can't believe I've never seen you there.

I go all the time.

And believe me, I would have noticed.

(♪♪)

- Wow. That was fast. - Traffic was light.

- And I enjoyed our conversation.

Uh, just leave me right here. This is good.

- The hospital?

- Thank you again.

- Got your phone?

- How much do I owe you?

- Oh, you know what, don't worry about it.

On the house. - Oh, absolutely not.

- Please. - No, I insist.

- I had to use my own car. You couldn't even stretch out.

(chuckling) - I don't care!

Samir, please! I...

- Friends and family discount.

Tell you what, here's my card.

It has my cell. Next time you need a ride,

you can make it up to me, how's that?

- Thank you.

- And whoever you're visiting, I hope they're okay.

- Oh, I'm... I'm just having lunch with a friend.

- Well. Enjoy.

(eerie music)

(phone buzzes)

- Please state your name for the record. - Thomas Braddick.

- And what is your relationship to the defendant?

- We work together.

He used to be my friend.

- Did the defendant ever talk to you about Alice Baylor?

- No. He never mentioned her.

- What about any other women that he dated or was dating?

Mr. Braddick?

- Far as I know, he never had a girlfriend.

Samir... had a hard time with women.

- How did he feel about that?

- Objection Your Honour. Calls for speculation.

- I'll rephrase.

Did you ever hear Mr. Khalil express any hostility

toward women in general?

- Sometimes...

...when he drank, he would get angry.

(clears throat)

He said women lied about what they really wanted.

That they made him feel invisible.

(sinister music)

(phone buzzes)

(sighs)

- Hey.

- Finally, mate. Where the hell have you been?

I've been trying you for two days.

- Look, I'm sorry about the other night.

- No, no. We're good. I was just, uh...

I was worried when I didn't hear back from you.

How'd your mum take the news? You told her, right?

- Yeah.

- And?

Samir?

- She was fine. I mean...

she wasn't exactly happy, but she said she understood.

(door opening)

- That's a start, right?

- Right. - I told you she'd be okay.

I mean, she's your mum after all.

Samir?

Samir?

(engine starts)

- Hey, man.

- Hey, uh... - For Josh, right?

- Right. Uh, uh... no.

- Oh, shoot. Mine's still on its way. Sorry.

- Um, I can take you.

I mean, if you cancel yours and re-enter it...

I'm between rides.

- I'm going all the way to Westchester.

- It's fine.

- He's seven minutes away, so...

yeah, let me cancel.

- Headed home? - Yeah.

- Fun night?

- It was all right.

(eerie music)

- So what kind of work do you do?

(Josh sighs)

- Orthopedics.

- You're a doctor.

- Orthopedic surgeon.

I've had a long day, you mind if I close my eyes?

Uh, this is good. Thanks.

(♪♪)

(doorbell rings)

(footsteps approaching)

- Did I leave something in your car?

What's up?

I tipped 18 percent.

I gave you five stars.

- Does she know?

- Excuse me?

- Alice Baylor. Does she know?

- What... the hell. - Daddy?

Who's at the door?

- Uh, it's no one, sweetie.

I just left something in my Lyft.

I'll be right back.

You need to leave right now.

- Or what?

- Or I'm calling the police.

- What are you going to tell your wife when they get here?

- You want money? Is that it?

- No, I don't want money.

I want Alice to be happy.

She deserves it.

- I've got your license buddy. I can get you fired.

- Do it.

But either you tell Alice the truth or I will.

Your call.

(birds chirping)

(foreboding music)

(Alice): These floors are actually original.

Um, this is actually a marble the last owners had imported.

It's a 20-minute ride to the city

but also 20 minutes from the botanical gardens

so you have the option to have both of those

right in your backyard.

Um, so you have the set-up and the comps.

Let me know if you anymore questions.

- Thank you. - Okay.

Hi, do you have any questions?

Oh my god, Samir?

- I was driving by and I saw your name on the sign.

- That's crazy.

Were you dropping someone off?

- Oh, no, I'm not working today.

It's only a part-time thing.

Till I start med school in the fall.

- Wait, you're going to medical school?

- Columbia. - Columbia, that's...

that's amazing. Good for you.

- Okay, I, uh, I lied.

- Oh. - I wasn't just driving by.

The truth is, when we met, I don't know,

it felt like we had a lot in common.

I couldn't stop thinking about you. I...

I found your website, with all your listings.

I saw this open house.

(sighs)

Saying it out loud, it sounds a little creepy.

- A little.

- Right. You're right.

I'm so sorry.

- Also flattering.

- You're probably seeing someone.

- Uh...no, actually.

I was, but...

- I'm sorry.

- It is what it is.

(woman): Alice, uh, when you have a second.

- Um.

- Well, if you ever wanna...

I don't know, get dinner or something,

you have my number. No pressure.

- You got plans Friday?

- Friday? Yeah, sure.

I mean no, I don't, I mean Friday's great.

- Okay.

Excuse me.

Hi. You ready to go upstairs? Okay.

Wow.

New car? - Yeah, I traded in my old one.

- I'd say you traded up.

- You're wondering how a driver can afford it?

- No, I wasn't.

- I actually inherited some money recently.

I had an uncle who passed away.

- I'm so sorry.

- I barely knew him.

(chuckling)

What's so funny? - No, nothing.

I just... I wasn't sure I'd be riding up front with you.

- If you want, you can ride in the back.

(soft music) (chattering)

- Oh, you know what?

The three- bean stew sounds really good.

I haven't seen that on the menu before.

- Yeah, it's great.

- I'm not really a big escarole fan.

- Me neither, but it works with the chili and rosemary.

Chef's a magician.

- Hi, are you ready to order?

- A couple more minutes, please.

- Of course. Take your time.

- Thanks for this. I really needed it.

- I'm surprised you didn't have plans.

- I was supposed to go upstate with a couple of girlfriends.

There was this new spa retreat we wanted to try.

But it just felt like the whole thing

was gonna be a pity party.

- You mean... the breakup?

- Yeah. It was fairly recent.

- What happened?

- You really wanna know?

- Only if you feel like talking about it.

- We met at a bar, like eight months ago.

Insane chemistry, right off the bat.

I thought it was charming he didn't have social media.

Turns out, he had a wife.

And kids.

- How'd you find out?

- Uh, he finally came clean. Just out of the blue.

I mean, he said he wanted to leave her

but he needed time and...

- And you ended it?

- Yes, of course. I mean...

he keeps trying and even if he's serious, it's just...

I keep thinking like, how do you recover

from something like that? How do you recover from a lie that big?

I'm sorry. I don't... - No.

- ...it's TMI.

It's just what I always do.

I fall for these older guys who are mysterious, aloof.

Unavailable.

- Well, maybe you're ready for something different.

(chuckles)

- You testified that Mr. Khalil expressed animosity

and resentment toward women.

Did you ever see him act out physically?

Resort to violence?

- No.

- Not once?

In the history of your friendship?

- I guess he kept it bottled up.

Some people just snap, you know?

He never talked much about what he saw as a kid,

but it didn't take a genius to see

there was probably some trauma.

(knocking)

- Yes? - Hi, uh, Mrs. Khalil?

I'm Tom Braddick, Samir's friend.

- Oh yes, from work.

He's talked so much about you.

- He's told me a lot about you too.

- Please, come in.

- I'm, uh, I'm so sorry to show up like this.

Is... is he here? I've been trying to reach him and...

- No, he's working tonight.

- Is that what he told you?

- It's not what he told me, it's what he's doing.

Why are you asking me that?

- Samir hasn't been to work in three weeks.

He dropped off his car and his keys without a word.

- That's absurd.

- He won't return my calls or my texts--

- No, he's been driving constantly.

He wants to save as much as he can

before he starts medical school in the fall.

- Medical school?

- Yes, of course.

What?

What's going on?

- What's up, Brooklyn! We're courtship.

Thanks so much for comin' out.

♪ I'll see if your number

♪ Is still in my phone

♪ And if so (phone buzzes)

♪ You could put your hands around my waist ♪

- Is everything okay?

- Everything's amazing!

- Okay.

♪ Turn the radio on our favourite song ♪

♪ I wish it were prom tonight

♪ You lookin' so pretty

(song fades out)

♪ But we could have prom tonight ♪

(cheering)

♪ One I liked ♪

- Mum,

it's late. Why aren't you asleep?

- I've been calling you.

All night.

- I'm sorry, I was busy.

- Doing what?

- Driving. I told you.

- I know what you told me, what you've been telling me.

Now I want you to tell me the truth.

Your friend Tom was here.

He came looking for you because he was worried.

So am I.

- Well, don't be.

- He says you quit your job.

He says you didn't even finish taking your test?

- Mumma, it's too late and I'm too tired to do this now.

- And then there's the money.

Ten thousand dollars is missing from the account Samir.

Ten thousand dollars! I called the bank.

I said it must be some kind of fraud.

They said, no, it's not fraud. They said it was you.

- Well, I earned half that money,

more than half.

- It's money we've been saving for your tuition, Samir!

- I'm not going to medical school anymore, okay? It's over.

- How can you say that? What will you be?

What will you do? Who will you be?

- I'm trying to figure that out.

- So that's it?

I brought you to this country,

I sacrificed my life so you could throw yours away?

- I'm not throwing away my life.

- Yeah, what are you doing? - I'm living it!

For once. Okay?

I met a woman. She's amazing. I love her.

(laughing)

- An amazing woman? Really?

- Why is that so hard to believe?

- How amazing can she be

if she's serious about someone with no real prospects.

- You don't know her. - Does she know you?

Does she know you live with your mother?

Does she know you lie to your mother?

- Shut up! - Does she know you steal from her?

- Shut up!

- Stop it! (clattering)

Stop it, Samir. Where are you going?

Samir! - I'm not a child, Mumma!

- No, you're a liar. You're a criminal. A coward!

Samir!

(foreboding music)

(doorbell rings)

(Alice): Yes?

- Hi. It's me.

- Uh, Samir?

- I know it's late, but can we talk?

Alice?

- Okay, I'll be right out.

Hi. - Hi.

- Um, what are you doing here?

- I had such a nice time tonight. I couldn't sleep.

- You could have called.

- I had to see you. Can I come in?

- Uh, no, I don't think that's such a good idea.

- I know it's crazy but what if we went away for the weekend?

The retreat you mentioned upstate.

- Okay, Samir, look. - I can pay for it.

- Samir, please. - Money's no issue.

- Please, please. Just...

I need you to listen to me. Okay? I...

there's no easy way to say this

so I'm just... I'm gonna say it.

I've really enjoyed getting to know you

and you've been a very good friend.

- A good friend?

- Look, the truth is, is that...

Oh God.

- What's goin' on? - Go wait inside.

- Look. This is... this is Josh.

He was waiting for me when I got home and we talked things out.

He left his wife, okay?

And we're gonna try to make it work.

- No. - Samir, I'm sorry.

This is what I want. - You heard her, buddy.

- No, he's lying!

- Hey, I'm warning you.

- He was never gonna tell you! I made him do it!

- Wait. What?

- Okay, look.

- I'm sorry. You two know each other?

- Alice, listen, this guy is dangerous.

He was stalking you. - It wasn't like that.

- He was parked right there one night when I came out.

He must've been watching you. He drove me home.

- To his wife and kids! I made him do it.

You think that was his conscience?

- Yeah, he tried to threaten me. Extort me.

- No. I was protecting you!

- You both need to leave. - Alice, wait.

- No. - You can't trust him!

- For God's sake. Just hold on. - Just leave her.

(grunting)

- Come near me or Alice again

and I will kill you, you understand?

(muffled)

Alice! Let me in!

Alice! Come on. Let me in!

Alice! (effort grunts)

Hey! I'm not leaving!

Okay? I'm not going anywhere!

Alice! Please open the door.

Come on. Please.

Alice!

(thud) Happy, you freak?

Oh, now you're scared, huh?

Get out!

(thudding) Get out!

(engine starts)

Where do you think you're going? (glass shatters)

What'd you gonna do?! Huh?

Where you gonna go? Huh?

Be a man!

Come on, get out.

Freak!

(tires screech)

(impact)

(door opening)

(quiet chatter)

(Bailiff): Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?

(Rita): I do.

- Would you please state your name for the record?

- Rita Khalil.

- And what is your relationship to the defendant?

- He's my son.

- Mrs. Khalil,

would you tell the court

what brought you and your son to this country?

- My husband, Samir's father,

he was a doctor at a public hospital in Aleppo.

When the conflict broke out,

he insisted that I take Samir to the town of Sarmada.

Three weeks later, his hospital was hit.

He was killed in the bombing.

I brought Samir to this country

so he could have the best possible education.

He wanted to follow in his father's footsteps.

At least, that's what I thought.

Maybe I pushed him too hard.

Maybe it's my fault.

- Mrs. Khalil, your son has admitted

to running over Joshua Donovan with his car

which resulted in Mr. Donovan's death.

- That's...

...an unspeakable tragedy. He will never forgive himself.

- But your son is being tried for murder.

Which requires intent.

Do you believe it was your son's intention to murder Mr. Donovan?

- I know it wasn't.

- How can you be sure?

- He's just a boy.

He's never been in a fight.

He's never even lived on his own.

(shuddering breath)

When he left that night, he was agitated.

He wasn't himself.

It was an accident. It was a terrible accident.

But I know my son.

And he's not a murderer.

He doesn't have it in him.

- Thank you, Mrs. Khalil.

Nothing further.

(quiet sobbing)

(Judge): Has the jury reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honour.

(Judge): What say you?

- On the count or Murder in the Second Degree,

we find the defendant, Samir Khalil, guilty.

(whispering)

- Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

you are dismissed with the court's thanks.

The defendant will be remanded to custody pending sentencing.

We are now adjourned. (gavel bang)

(Bailiff): All rise.

- No. - Ma'am, I'm sorry,

you're not allowed-- - I'm sorry, Mumma.

- It's okay, baby. We'll file an appeal.

We'll get... we'll get a better lawyer.

- Ma'am. Ma'am. - Hey!

Don't touch her! Let her go!

- It's okay. - Leave her alone!

- It's okay. - Mumma!

- Samir. - Mumma!

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