(mysterious music)
(Morgan): Luther, no candy in class.
(groaning)
It's okay. I'll give it back to you at pickup, okay?
Alright, does anyone know what today is?
Fast facts!
(children whining) Yes, that's right!
You got five minutes to answer these questions.
Don't worry if you don't know an answer, just keep going.
Okay?
(sighing)
(coughing)
(choking)
- Uh, Mrs. Knight?
(Luther choking)
- Luther? Luther!
Luther! Luther! (classmate): Luther is choking!
- Marcus! Marcus, go get the nurse!
You have my permission to run in the hall!
(intense music)
(operator): 911. - Pembroke Elementary School,
1st Avenue! My student's choking!
- It's okay. I got him.
(laboured breaths)
Nice job. - It's okay.
- There you are. - It's okay, it's okay.
- How you doing, bud?
What's your name?
- Luther Jennins.
- Alright, Luther.
The nurse here is gonna
take care of you, alright?
- Look, I'll get your stuff.
- Okay. Come on.
(panting) - Thank you so much.
- Of course. I'm Kashir.
I'm covering 4B.
- Morgan Knight.
- Hey.
(sighing)
(children playing)
(Kashir): Morgan?
Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you.
- No, no. Sorry. (chuckling)
I'm just... I'm fine.
Just a bit jumpy still.
- This ride you?
- Uh...
In the sense that it belongs to me, yes.
In the sense that it speaks to my identity?
No, no. It was...
I didn't pick it out.
It was a gift. From my husband.
I like the colour, though.
- Big Lakers fan? - No.
No.
Just statistically,
yellow cars kill fewer people.
- That's good to know.
- Yeah.
Listen, I'll be covering for a few weeks, so uh...
see you around.
- Okay. Yeah. Get home safe.
- Thanks, Ms. Knight.
(chuckling)
(calm music)
- Oh. What? Really?
(cellphone vibrating)
- Yeah, what's up?
- Hi, um,
I need you to pick up Ari from school.
I'm not gonna make it there on time.
- Why not? - I have a flat tire.
- Well, how'd that happen?
- I, I have no idea.
Does it matter? Someone needs to pick up our son.
- Babe, have Inez do it.
That's why I pay her.
- Well, she's off today.
And Julie's kid is home sick, so no one can do it.
- Including me. I'm at work.
- Okay. I really don't want Ari just waiting for us.
Um, can you have Orelia do it?
I'll meet her at home as soon as I can.
- Orelia!
- Okay. Thank you.
And-- uh...
- Hey, come in.
- I thought I told you to dump Geyser.
- It's gonna move.
- You're flying too close to the sun.
- I'm just trying not to work for you forever, Ron.
If this goes the way I think it's gonna go,
you're not gonna be working for me at all.
- I'm holding.
- Your funeral.
(ominous music)
- You know I wouldn't miss your recital
if I didn't have to, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Daddy's gonna be there
and he's gonna film it for me so I can watch it.
And watch it, and watch it, and watch it, and watch it
until I can play the cello.
- You can't play the cello.
- Well, I can't play it right now, but just wait.
I'll be able to play it.
Good night. - Good night.
(door closing)
(Jason): Yeah, whatever we've got on Geyser.
I want the latest, in my inbox.
And track it in real time, okay?
(sighing)
What is this suitcase for?
- Uh, Boston, tomorrow, the conference.
It's in your calendar.
- Oh, that. Okay.
Um, which means you gotta take Ari to his cello recital.
- Oh. Oh, no...
Tomorrow's crazy. Maybe you can move your thing.
- They're not gonna reschedule the conference for me.
Jason, it's my career.
- Well, based on what they pay you, it's more like a hobby.
- I think Ari would really like it
if you took him to the recital.
I mean, you haven't even heard him play.
(sighing)
(Kashir): She just had a baby, so it might be a while.
I might be here for a few months. Oh, excuse me. One second.
Road trip?
- Um, educational seminar in Boston.
- The Zahman thing? - You know Zahman?
- Yeah, he was my thesis advisor.
- I worked on his inquiry-based learning initiative.
(chuckling) Tell him I said hi.
- Okay. - You driving there?
- No, I'm taking the train from Penn Station.
- I'll give you a lift. - I don't think I can fit on your handlebars.
(chuckling) - I brought my car today.
- It's not a Lotus or anything,
but dragging luggage on the subway sucks. Come on.
- Are you sure? - The question is: are you sure
you can handle my Camry?
(chuckling)
(car honking)
- Well, uh, thank you so much for the ride.
I'm gonna go, uh, drink at the bar
because, uh, that's the rule about travel days, I think.
- You want company?
I'm not travelling, but I did find a legal parking spot
in Manhattan and if that isn't worth celebrating...
- Um, I think getting a drink with a colleague sounds great,
but I just, I gotta be clear, um, that that's all it is
because I'm married.
- May I?
- Sure.
(sighing)
(car honking)
- Sorry I'm late. I've got him, Inez.
Alright. Let's go. Let's go.
(doorman): There's saying 10 people so far, but you know...
(tenant): I went to Boston last week on that same train.
It's awful. - Are we talking about the Boston train?
What happened?
- Yeah, here. Check it out.
(reporter): Police and ambulances are still
on the scene of the derailed train.
(stressful music)
(outgoing ringtone)
(voicemail): You've reached Morgan Knight.
Leave a message. (beep)
Hey, Ari, I need you to stand over here.
I've got to make a phone call.
- But we're already late! - Ari! Ari.
Listen to me. I need you to stand right here.
Here. Right here. Do not move.
Stay right there.
(Eric): We busted that Colombian dude you told me about,
he had three girls locked up.
- You wanna give me another, go ahead, but you know...
- Hey, you're doing good work, Flaco.
(phone vibrating)
- Who's that?
- It's my brother.
- I didn't know you had a brother.
- I gotta take this.
Come on, get out, Flaco.
- Alright. (door opening)
(dog barking) (train passing)
- Jase? - Morgan is on the Boston train.
- The crash?
- Yes, and she's not answering
her phone, and...
And they keep talking about people being dead.
I keep calling this emergency number but I can't get through to anyone.
- Okay, I'll make some calls. (sniffling)
Where are you? - Home.
- Okay, I'll be right there. Are you still on 54th?
- East 72nd. I'll text you the address.
Hey, buddy, we're gonna have to skip this recital.
We will talk about it upstairs. Come on.
(exhaling)
(sighing)
- I can't believe I missed my train.
(chuckling)
- Who hasn't missed a train?
- Me. (chuckling)
- I've never missed a train in my entire life.
I've never done anything like this.
- How's it going for you so far?
(scoffing)
(phone vibrating)
- Um, sorry. I just...
My husband keeps calling and I'm just worried it's my kid.
(phone vibrating)
Hi, um, can I call you back?
(Principal Martinez): I was just checking to make sure you're okay.
- Yeah, why wouldn't I be?
- Weren't you on the 5:40 train to Boston?
- Um, I... I missed it.
- Oh, thank God.
- Why? I don't understand.
- There was a terrible accident, it's all over the news.
(ominous music)
- First responders are searching for survivors in the wreckage
of the Boston-bound train.
The cause of the derailment is not yet known.
The train departed New York City earlier this evening. - Oh, my God.
- Hey. Come in.
- Hey. - Hey, did you find anything?
- I talked to my buddy in transport.
None of the casualties match Morgan's description.
- Well, then, why haven't I heard from her?
- Hey, Ari.
- Who are you? - What do you mean, "who are you?"
This is your uncle Eric, you know that. Give him a hug.
- Hey, it's cool, Ari. It's cool.
How about a fist bump instead? Yeah?
I'm practically a stranger.
Who wants to hug a stranger, right?
- Right. It's weird.
- Yeah. - Alright, give us some privacy.
(sighing)
(emergency sirens blaring outside)
He know anything? - No.
Can't you trace her phone or something?
- Hey, anybody that knows anything is looking out for her,
so take a breath, okay?
(door closing)
(sighing)
- Um, yeah.
I'm sorry I didn't call. I know you were worried.
Thanks for being here, Eric.
- You... I left you 12 messages.
You couldn't answer your phone? You couldn't call me?
(clearing throat) - Is Ari in his room?
- Yeah. Now tell me why you didn't answer the phone.
- I'm gonna go tuck him in and then, we'll talk.
No, no. You're gonna stay right here
and tell me why the hell
you didn't answer my calls.
(Eric, chuckling): Hey, hey.
I'm really glad you're okay, Morgan.
And at least I finally got to see this beautiful apartment.
It's really nice by the way.
- Give Regina my love.
- I will.
(door opening, closing)
- So, what the hell is going on?
- I want a divorce.
(scoffing)
- Excuse me?
(sighing)
- I said I want a divorce.
- So you were with someone else tonight.
Hmm? No, you didn't miss the train,
you were sleeping with someone else tonight.
- I was with someone else. We didn't sleep together.
- Who is he?
- That doesn't matter, that's not what this is about.
- Oh, well then, what is this about? Some kind of revenge?
'Cause you said you forgave me.
- I did. I forgave you.
I forgave you.
I tried!
- Oh. - Jason, you...
this is not a life.
(scoffing) It's not!
Look, you don't even listen to me when I talk.
You don't care about what I think or what I feel.
Half the time I'm trying to trick you into spending time
with Ari and I, and that doesn't even work!
- I have given you everything. - You haven't!
You haven't given me everything and that's what I'm saying!
- You had nothing when you met me! Nothing!
And I have worked my ass off to get us into Manhattan,
to buy this apartment, to pay for Ari's private school!
- I didn't want that! That's you!
That's all the stuff you have to prove!
- Who is he?
- It doesn't matter.
(screaming): Who is he?!
- I'm not doing this with you right now. Stop!
(seething)
- You are not taking my kid.
- When you heard about the crash
and you thought that I might be dead,
what did you really think about?
Did you think about being a single dad?
About you being alone with Ari?
(ominous music)
I'm gonna sleep in the guest room tonight.
(door creaking)
(door closing)
(sighing)
(piano music)
(Judge Cabrera): Ms. Knight,
the U.S District Attorney has charged you
with a class A-1 Felony.
It carries a penalty of up to 20 years in federal prison.
Do you understand these charges?
- Yes, Your Honour.
- And how do you plead?
- Not guilty.
(theme song)
(school bell ringing)
- Yep! - Hi.
Can I um...? - Yeah.
I was gonna call you last night to see how you were doing, but...
- Yeah. Not calling was the right call.
- So, how are you?
- Um, I'm fine.
Yeah, I'm better than fine.
- What'd you tell your husband?
- I asked for a divorce.
Not because of you.
I mean, you were a catalyst, I guess,
but my marriage had been over for a long time.
And I've been holding on for some misguided reasons,
and you, you...
you really helped me finally let go.
So, thank you.
- Yeah, yeah.
If what happened was me helping you somehow, then...
(chuckling)
I'm happy to help. (chuckling)
- I just wanted you to know that.
- Okay.
(ominous music)
(sighing)
- Jason. You didn't listen to me on Geyser.
- Yeah, and I made your firm $36 million.
- A million of which is sitting on your desk right now.
In your new office.
Did you hear what I said? You're a partner.
It's what you've been gunning for since the day I hired you.
- Yeah, no, yeah, definitely.
- Well, then come on! Let's celebrate!
Let's spend some of that money you made us.
Come on!
We both grew up in Staten Island,
went to the same high school. Not at the same time.
Though I hadn't even graduated
and he was already crushing it on Wall Street.
- Well, how did you meet? - At a bar.
I was 22.
He told me that night he was going to marry me.
Of course, I didn't believe him, um, but he meant it.
That's where I learned that Jason gets what he wants.
- Did you want him?
- Yeah.
Yeah. For a while anyway...
- And what changed that?
- Money.
Um, Jason's dad died when he was 10
and his mom really struggled to raise him and his brother,
and that was not gonna happen to Jason.
But uh, the more money he made,
the more he wanted and he became just...
unrecognizable.
- Was he aware that you felt this way?
- I didn't grow up with money either,
so it was nice to have things.
And... and it made Jason feel good, you know,
that he had a wife that didn't have to work.
- But you went back to work anyway.
- Yeah. I mean, by then, we were living adjacent lives,
and I just felt... stuck.
- Well, let's get you unstuck.
(soft music)
(door opening)
(sinister music)
(door slamming) (gasping)
- Do you know what I was doing while you were cheating on me?
- Jason, go to bed.
(chuckling)
- I made another million.
Now, you know that uh...
- Jason. - ...place in the woods that you liked?
- Jason. Come on. Go to bed. Go to bed.
- Listen, it's yours, it's yours, it's yours,
it's yours. It's all yours.
All you gotta do is ask me for forgiveness.
- Get off me! - Hey, hey, hey.
This is my apartment!
I bought it and everything in it.
I bought this bed. And if I wanna sleep in it, with my wife...
- No! Get off!
(grunting)
Get off! Get off me!
(Ari): What are you two doing?
(gasping)
- Hey. Hey, baby.
I'm sorry. Go to bed, okay? I'm coming.
I'm coming.
(whispering): Get out! Get out of this house now!
(normal voice): You're never touching me again!
(screaming): Ever!
And if you don't want your son
to see you dragged outta here
in handcuffs, get out! Leave!
(panicked breathing)
(mediator): I'm pleased both parties have come to a mutual agreement.
Starting with childcare, Morgan will receive full custody.
Jason will retain a reasonable visitation schedule,
every other weekend.
- That's not gonna work for me anymore.
I want custody.
- Are you serious?
- Full custody.
(Morgan): Jason, we agreed.
It's taken us two months to get to this point.
You can't just change your mind.
- Uh, give me a moment with my client?
Help me understand, what's changed?
She's introducing my kid to the guy she's been banging.
Didn't have the decency to tell me herself,
I had to find out from Ari.
- Jason. - No.
There is no way
that this son of a bitch is raising my kid.
- You'll have him every other weekend. - I want full custody.
- You work 70 hours a week.
- I'll get help. Whatever I need I can afford.
- I doubt that argument will persuade the judge.
You won't win.
- Do I need another lawyer?
(ominous music)
(sighing)
- Why are you doing this?
- Because I can.
- What does that even mean?
- It means I always get what I want.
Always have.
You should know that better than anyone.
- You don't know him.
You don't know what he's capable of
when he doesn't get what he wants.
- No judge is gonna take Ari from you.
(sighing)
- I just want it to be over.
You know, when I'm not in a custody battle
with my ex-husband, I'm actually a very fun person.
- Yeah. (chuckling)
You day drink when you travel.
You're wild.
- I know. I'm crazy.
(Kashir laughing)
- Look, I know this got serious really fast,
but I'm not going anywhere.
So if you need to take a beat before I meet Ari, I get it.
- Mm-mm. I want you to meet him.
'Cause I know he's gonna love you.
And I also want him to see his mother in a happy
and functional relationship.
- Oh, that's nice. I'm a bandaid.
- As a homewrecker, I think it's the very least you could do.
- Oh, okay.
What got you? My dazzling smile?
- Mm-hmm. - A homewrecker? - Mm-hmm.
- 'Cause I'm so hot, right?
- Yeah.
(giggling)
- Call me a homewrecker again.
(softly): Homewrecker.
(laughing)
- We lost the motion. I can file an appeal,
but I doubt it'll make a difference.
You should seriously consider letting this go.
- Why would I let it go?
(doorbell chiming)
(soft music)
(Morgan gasping) (Kashir): Hi.
(Morgan): Hi.
Ari, this is Kashir.
Kashir, this is my son, Ari.
- Ari! It's nice to meet you.
Here, these are for you.
And these are for your mom. - Aw, thank you.
- Why are you giving me flowers?
- Who doesn't like flowers?
Fine! Your mom gets all the flowers. How about that?
- Okay.
- That's so nice.
Ari, Kashir is a teacher at my school.
- But what she doesn't know is, my other job is playing Fortnite.
- That's not a job. - Okay. It's more like a passion.
- Okay. Alright, fine. Two rounds.
Then, we go for dinner.
- Yes! (Kashir laughing)
(bright music)
- You know what I never understood?
Why they call it spare ribs?
- Maybe they're like spare tires.
In case the real ones break.
- That is a great answer, Ari.
- You're very smart. - Seriously.
- Can I go look at the cat?
- Sure.
Thanks for taking us here.
This is the exact kind of place
that Jason would never be caught dead in.
(laughing)
- Cool kid.
- Why are you doing this?
- Whoa.
Whoa, what?
- It's just me and Ari and a crazy ex.
It's a... it's a lot of baggage.
- And you're selling that sweet apartment.
Damn, why am I even here?
- I'm serious.
- I like you, Morgan.
Like a lot.
None of this feels like baggage.
It feels like two adults figuring it out.
- Okay.
- That's all I get? "Okay."
Okay. - Okay. - Okay.
I like you a lot.
- I like you a lot too.
(outgoing call)
(Eric): Jason? What's up?
- Are you home?
(Regina): What did he say he wants?
- He didn't.
What makes you think he wants something?
- Because that's the only time he calls.
Like the train crash.
- Come on, Regina, he's my brother.
He hasn't been your brother since he moved away.
(doorbell chiming)
- Can't you at least come and say hello?
- I'd rather not.
I'm sorry.
(doorbell chiming)
Be careful, okay?
(doorbell chiming repeatedly)
- Hey, Jase. - Hey.
- Come in, man.
- Where's Regina?
- Upstairs. She uh, wanted to say hello,
but she got one of her migraines.
(sighing)
Just uh, watch your step here, it's a tricky step.
(insects chirping)
Sit there if you want.
- Sure.
- Here.
(grunting)
Cheers.
- Cheers.
- So, what's up?
- Morgan's divorcing me.
- Yeah, I heard.
She called Regina.
I was wondering when you were gonna tell me, though.
- Look, I should've called you, but I've been kind of a mess.
- Look, I'm probably not in a position to say this.
You know, it's been a while since I've seen you and Morgan,
but maybe it's a good thing.
- She's taking Ari from me. She's ruining my life.
- You'll get visitation, though, right?
So, maybe you... you start there and then you see what happens.
- I haven't been perfect.
She's been pissed at me before,
but she never would've broken up our family.
No. Not until this, this, this guy from work
that she's banging, it's all his fault.
- That's rough.
I'm sorry.
- I gotta do something.
- What can you do?
- I was hoping you knew someone that could handle the situation.
(somber music)
Money's not a problem, whatever it costs.
- You're not seriously asking me what I think you're asking me?
Are you crazy?
You can't talk like that, especially not to me.
- You're my brother. - I'm a cop!
- He's in my home with my family!
- And where were you when that was going on?
That's beside the point, alright?
The point is,
if anything happens to that guy,
anything at all, it comes back on you.
Quick.
You think losing your family sucks?
You try spending the rest of your life in Fed Max.
- Okay, you're right.
- Let's both pretend that this never happened.
- Eric, I know that I have not been...
(scoffing)
even a good brother to you...
but we're still brothers, right?
- Always.
- Then I need you to help me figure out another way
to deal with this.
(indistinct chattering) (cars honking)
- What are you two doing today?
- Uh, strip club buffet. You?
- I was just asking.
Jason, you... you lost the appeal.
How much longer are we gonna do this?
- I'm dropping the case, okay?
(soft music)
- Hi, Dad! - Hey, buddy!
- Bye, Mom. - Bye, baby. Have fun.
Okay, listen to Daddy. - Okay.
- And call me before bed, okay? - Okay.
- Alright, let's go.
- Okay. - Bye.
- Look at us!
A couple of co-parents.
Bet you thought I didn't have it in me, huh?
- I haven't been away like this in forever?
Since like before Ari.
- You sure you're gonna be okay?
- Yes! (chuckling)
I am now a fun, carefree person who enjoys spontaneity.
- Yeah. (laughing)
Yeah, I mean, no, I'm convinced.
(police sirens blaring)
(suspenseful music) - Was I speeding?
- No.
- I... I didn't do anything.
What did I do?
- License and registration.
- Can I ask what this is about?
- License and registration, please.
Ma'am, could you open the trunk?
- Why? - I'd like to take a look.
- Don't you need a warrant?
- I'll get you one if you wanna wait.
- Okay, sure, can you just please be fast?
- I need you both to step out of the car.
(police siren blaring) (Kashir): It's okay.
We're okay.
(Officer Williams): Let's go.
(female officer): You'll just have to stand aside,
please, sir.
- Put your hands on the hood.
(Kashir): Just do what he says.
Officer, can I please ask what this is about?
(indistinct radio chatter)
- That's my son's bag.
- You're under arrest. (Morgan): What is that?
- You have the right to remain silent.
- Is this a joke?
- ...may be held against you
in a court of law.
- That's not mine!
Get off me! Get off! That's not mine!
- Police searched your home and found 5 kg of cocaine.
- I've never done cocaine in my entire life,
I certainly never sold it.
- They also found scales and baggies.
- I'm telling you, this is my ex-husband.
He's trying to punish me.
- The prosecution has corroborating phone records
and bank statements showing large sums of money.
- Jason did that! It's Jason!
- If he is setting you up, he is doing a hell of a thorough job.
- You, you believe me, right?
- It doesn't matter what I believe,
my job is to defend you.
My client is her son's primary caregiver.
She's a law-abiding mother and a public school educator.
We request that she be released on bail until trial.
Your Honour, the State believes she's a flight risk,
given the preponderance of evidence
and her history of drug charges.
- My client was ticketed for smoking a joint in public
when she was 17. That is hardly a history.
- I'm inclined to agree with defence.
- Your Honour, before you make this ruling,
consider the testimony of our witness.
- What is he talking about? What witness?
(Eric): Yeah, we're good.
I'm just locking everything down with my guy.
- You're sure he can do this?
- Oh, he's a born liar,
so yeah.
- You're coming through
for me, Eric.
Big time.
- Well, you're my brother, right?
- Yo, what if they ask me a question I don't know the answer to?
- Just say you don't know.
And if they keep asking, shut your mouth.
- This uh, this brother of yours I've never heard of,
rolling on his ex like this?
That's cold business, man.
She's gonna do a lot of time inside.
- Let's just go over the story again.
(scoffing)
- Alright.
(soft music)
- Hey.
They dropped the charges against me.
(sigh of relief) - Thank God.
- Now, we just gotta get this cleared up.
- I feel like I'm in a nightmare and I can't wake up.
- Hey, we'll get this sorted, alright?
Listen, I spoke to your lawyer this morning.
She said there's a witness?
- That's... it's complete crap.
- So you don't even know him?
- I've never laid eyes on him in my life!
And somehow, he knows everything about me!
(sniffling)
Jason's brother Eric...
he's part of this.
I'm sure of it.
(door opening)
- I'm going to the courthouse.
- You gonna tell me what's going on?
Did you have anything to do with Morgan getting arrested?
- What are you talking about?
- You've been drinking every day.
More than usual.
Barely sleeping.
- It's just work.
- It's been like this since your brother came over
that night.
What has he gotten you into?
Please, baby, just tell me-- - I have to go.
- Okay. I'm coming with you. - Please don't!
(baby crying)
You better go and take care of him.
- You're a good man, Eric, but your heart's too big.
Especially when it comes to your brother.
- I love you.
(sighing)
(door closing)
(dean): The State would like to call its next witness.
The defendant's ex-husband, Jason Knight.
Were you and your ex-wife both financial providers?
- We both worked, but I was the primary provider.
- Was money an issue?
- Only in that Morgan has expensive taste.
- How so?
- She pushed us to buy an apartment
on the Upper East Side.
Something frankly we couldn't afford.
- I mean, they're just going to let him lie like this?
- Take it easy.
- After we split up,
I don't know, I guess
she had trouble weaning herself from all that.
I supported my wife and my son,
but apparently, it uh, it wasn't enough.
- Objection, Your Honor. Speculation.
- We'll move on.
Were you surprised to learn of the charges
against your ex-wife?
- Yes. Absolutely.
Although the more I thought about it, the more it made sense.
(Morgan): Why are you doing this? - No.
- Why are you doing it?
You wanna put the mother
of your child in jail?
That's what you wanna do?!
(Kate): You need to stop.
(judge): That's enough, Ms. Knight.
- He's lying! (Kate): Stop!
- He's lying!
- We will recess until
until your client can control herself,
Ms. Chin.
(sighing)
(suspenseful music)
(whispering): It's okay.
I can figure this out.
- I uh, saw you run outta there like the place was on fire.
Yeah, I can't do this, Jase.
I can't.
- I mean, it's already done.
Now we just have to let it play out.
- Morgan hurt you, but this is messed up.
As much as you hate her, she's still the mother of your son.
- Hey. Hey.
You did this to support your family.
Just like I'm gonna support you. You're gonna be fine.
Eric, huh? I promise.
- I can't do this, man. I can't!
- Yeah, you can. - No, I can't.
- Stop whining like a little bitch.
- You're gonna keep your mouth shut
because you have as much to lose now as anyone.
You breathe a word about it, a single word,
and I will take you down with me.
That's a promise.
(sighing)
(somber music)
(Jason): Regina.
Hey, thanks for being here. - Tell me what's going on, Jason.
What have you gotten Eric into?
- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Where is my husband?
- I'll see you inside.
- What are you doing here? I told you not to come.
- I'm your wife, why wouldn't you want me here?
(bailiff): Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?
(Flaco): Yeah, I swear.
(dean): Mr. Delgado,
please describe your relationship with the defendant.
- She sold me drugs.
For personal use, and I also cut it to flip it on the street.
- What kind of drugs?
- White and brown.
Cocaine and heroin.
- How often?
- Once a week. Sometimes twice.
- How long did this go on?
- Uh, the guy I used to buy from got shot, like what,
three months ago?
- Hey, hey. You need to ask him something.
- Morgan and I started working together. - Morgan Knight.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.
- I need to confirm we're talking about the same person.
- Is Ms. Knight in the courtroom?
- Yeah. That's her, right there.
- Final question.
- Why are you testifying here today?
- I got booked selling a bag in Inwood.
You know, I gotta roll on my connect.
It's her or me, right?
- No further questions.
- Your witness, Ms. Chin.
- Mr. Delgado, you claim to have been buying drugs
from the defendant for the past three months.
- Yeah.
- Explain how a typical transaction would work.
Where would you meet?
- Oh, 14th and 11th. By the bodega.
- And when would these encounters take place?
- Afternoons.
She was on the way to pick up her kid.
- Mm.
She picked up her son every day from his school at 4:30.
So, in between finishing her job as a third-grade teacher
and picking up her son, she would stop
and sell you narcotics?
- Ain't that something?
- The defendant is known
to drive her car to and from work.
- I don't know how she got where.
- Well, she had her car when she picked up her son,
so it'd follow then that she also had her car
when she met you. - Yeah.
Yeah, that's right.
- What was the make and model of her car?
- Uh, well, I'm not a car guy.
I take the subway.
- Native New Yorker?
- Washington Heights. Born and bred.
- So, you couldn't say whether she drove an Acura
or a Camry or Focus or...
(chuckling) - They're all the same to me.
- What about the colour?
- The colour? - Of the car.
What was the colour of my client's car?
(nervous chuckle)
- I don't know.
- You were buying drugs
from my client once a week,
sometimes twice, every week for the past three months
and you don't know the colour of her car?
- Nope. - Was it dark or light?
- I think it was dark.
- So, it was a normal-looking car.
It was a normal-looking colour.
It made no impression whatsoever.
Is that correct? - Yeah.
- Would it surprise you to learn that my client drives
a bright yellow Porsche?
(people murmuring)
(Judge Cabrera): Once in a while, more often than I'd like to admit,
a case is brought before this court.
One that challenges the integrity
of those law enforcement officers that would abuse
their sacred duty.
I believe this is one of those cases.
Morgan Knight, the court drops all charges against you.
On behalf of the State of New York, please accept my apology.
You are free to go.
Court is adjourned.
(gavel slamming)
(dramatic music)
(sigh of relief) - Let's go home.
- Jase.
Jase, where are you going? Jason!
- Eric Knight? You are under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in court.
(children playing)
(soft piano music)
- Ooh! - Nice catch.
- Ooh! I like your technique.
- Pretty good. You're not too bad yourself.
(laughing) (Ari): Do it really far this time.
- How far you want it?
- As far as you can throw it.
- Alright. Ready? - Yeah.
- Go! - Woo!
He keeps asking to go back to the Chinese restaurant.
- Again? - He loves the spare ribs.
(laughing)
- I don't blame him.
(Jason): Hey, bud.
(sinister music)
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