God Friended Me (2018): Season 2, Episode 7 - Instant Karma - full transcript
Previously on "God Friended Me"...
The dioceses would like me to be
the next bishop of New York.
Arthur, how could you not tell me this?
I can't marry you.
I love you, Cara, and I know
you can't say that yet,
and it's okay.
The God Account led me to
Paris, where I found a painting
- called "The Path."
- How do we get our hands
- on the key to unlock it?
- Well, I'd need access
to the AI program that
created the painting.
And the only person who
can give that to us is...
Audrey Grenelle...
Did you know there was a message
hidden in the painting, "The Path"?
How could you possibly know about that?
Because it was meant for me.
Just so we're clear, you
dragged me all the way
to my own office to show
me my own painting?
Well, like we said,
we think that the message
- is hidden in the code.
- The message that God left you
- is inside the code?
- Not God... the God Account.
Look, if you could just
put your skepticism aside
for, like, one second...
We really need to know
about this painting.
A year ago I set out to
disrupt the art world,
push the boundaries
of what art could be,
so basically, piss everyone off.
I hired a team of coders,
and designed an AI program
that would essentially
replace the artist.
So, all the paintings you saw
at the Future of Art exhibit
at the Louvre were created by it...
Except that one.
What are you talking about?
My program was hacked.
The painting was designed by
whoever is responsible for that.
The God Account. Has to be.
Were you able to trace the hack?
No, but I've tried everything.
Trust me.
Why do I get the sense you
aren't telling us everything?
Well, I thought the message
hidden inside the code was meant for me.
- Why?
- Doesn't really matter.
The message requires numeric code.
If you give me access
to your AI program,
I might be able to find it.
If this crazy story
you're telling me is true,
- I am not a part of it.
- No, you are.
Look, the God Account never
does anything without a reason.
It wanted us to find each other.
If we can crack this code,
then maybe we'll both
get the answers we've
been searching for.
So, any word on your graduate thesis?
Actually, I'm meeting with my advisor
this afternoon to get
my first round of notes.
Hey, hey, you've been working on it
for six months; knowing
you, it's probably perfect.
Yeah.
You know, this um... food is...
amazing.
Don't you think so, Dad?
Absolutely. Thank you, sweetheart.
Do you need any more coffee or...
I'm fine, and not just about the coffee.
I know what the two of
you are trying to do.
Not wanting to talk about Trish,
and while I appreciate the concern,
there is no need to
dance around the issue.
We were just worried about you.
There's nothing to worry about.
Trish is upstate at her farm
giving herself time to think.
And once she comes back,
we'll work things out
and be walking down
the aisle in no time.
Dad, I don't think it's
gonna be that easy.
Oh, I need to get out of here.
I have a meeting with the diocese
to go over next week's swearing in.
- Thank you for the brunch. Mwuh!
- Mm-hmm.
We need to be here for him, Miles.
How? By letting him pretend
everything is gonna be okay?
I am no therapist, but
he is definitely in denial.
- He's just... being optimistic.
- Hmm.
I'll talk to him.
The God Account just liked
Sarah's Second Hand Shop?
So, what, that means it
wants you to go shopping?
I don't know,
but I'll let you know when I find out.
Well, I have to admit,
the God Account does have good taste.
This is actually one of
my favorite thrift shops.
Well, we spoke to the owner,
we've taken a lap around this place;
any idea what we're
supposed to find here?
Hmm, no idea, but we'll figure it out,
and maybe I can find a new purse,
so win-win.
What was that for?
No reason.
I just...
I'm happy that I have you in my life.
Yeah, me too.
Oh.
Speaking of that new purse,
that one's pretty cute.
Hm, hm, hm!
Hm?
- What do you think?
- Well,
I don't think the God
Account brought us here
to find a new purse.
- No? Come on.
- Mm-mm.
Hey.
Check that out.
Hmm.
Sameer Patel.
Think he's a winner?
There's only one way to find out.
Check the numbers on the website.
I wrote a story about people
that play the lottery.
Did you know the average person
spends $200 a year in tickets,
and they never win?
This guy did.
That must be why the God
Account sent us here.
He won $1 million.
Thank you for sitting down
with me, Dr. Maxwell.
Of course, Ali. You've been
one of my top students
the past two years, and
if I'm being perfectly honest,
I was disappointed in your thesis.
Wow, um...
Okay.
If you wanna point out what
part wasn't there for you,
of course, I'll have another look at it.
That's the thing, Ali,
it wasn't one specific area.
Your subject matter was personal:
Single parenting and
the family dynamic...
but it felt... uninspired.
I feel like you've been less
engaged the last few months.
Is everything okay with you?
Never better.
Honestly, this is coming
as a bit of a shock to me.
Look, Ali, it's been a long road,
but you're almost there.
Take a step back,
re-read your thesis,
and let's sit down and talk about
ways to rethink your approach.
Okay?
$1 million?
Man, is this guy gonna
be happy to see you.
Well, yeah, that's if
you can find him in time.
The ticket expires tomorrow.
Ooh. A ticking clock.
God Account's upping
it's game. I like it.
I'm on it. Okay.
I'm gonna run a search for
Sameer Patel in New York...
this could take a minute.
_
Uh, what's that look for?
Oh... uh, it's Jaya.
Um, the two of us are
going on a secret date.
Tonight's the second one this week.
I'm gonna be honest.
This whole "sneaking around" thing,
it's really spiced up our
relationship. Like...
- you wouldn't even believe...
- Okay, yeah, yeah,
no, no, no, no, we get the point.
Yeah, here we go.
Um, looks like there are...
Six Sameer Patels in New York.
This number should
correspond with the store
it was purchased from,
which, according to the
lottery commission is...
a bodega in Queens.
Okay, great, any of those
Sameer Patels live nearby?
Actually, one of them works at
a law firm two blocks away.
That has to be our guy. Right?
Can you check to see if the
law firm has a Facebook page?
Okay, let's see.
Patel & Sons,
run by Sameer Patel and
his brother Jay. Oh.
Says here they're closed on Sundays.
Well, can you get us a home address?
Absolutely.
You're about to change this guy's life.
This is it.
Can I help you?
Sameer Patel?
That's right.
I'm Miles. This is Cara.
Uh, we found something
that belongs to you
that you are gonna be happy to see.
You won! This ticket
is worth $1 million.
I want nothing to do with that.
Uh...
Yeah, that's not how I saw that going.
I don't get it.
Why would someone turn down $1 million?
No idea, but whatever Sameer's reason,
it must be why the God Account
put him on our radar.
Yeah, so the question is
what happened a year ago
that made him decide
- not to cash it?
- I noticed something
on the Patel & Sons Facebook page
that could be our answer.
There was a memorial
posting two days after
Sameer purchased the
winning ticket. Look.
"Patel & Sons sends condolences
to the family of Mira Gupta."
Who's Mira Gupta?
They were a couple, and
from the looks of things,
- very much in love.
- Okay,
so, Sameer wins the lottery,
but before he can cash
the ticket, Mira dies?
So maybe his grief over losing her
is preventing him from
cashing the ticket.
Hm.
- _
- Oh.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, it's just Ali. She needs to talk.
Um, look... we have 24 hours
before this ticket expires,
I say we head down to Patel & Sons
first thing tomorrow and see Sameer.
Yeah, sounds good.
So what exactly did your advisor say?
That my thesis was both
uninspired and disappointing.
I'm sorry, Al, I know how
hard you've worked on it.
Maybe you can rewrite
it and make it great.
What if I don't want to?
What are you talking about?
She also told me I've been disengaged
the last few months.
She's right.
I just... I didn't know why,
and I haven't wanted to face it.
- Face what?
- That maybe this paper
is a wake-up call.
A way of telling me...
This is not what I'm
supposed to do with my life.
That's crazy.
You've always wanted to help people.
I know. That hasn't changed.
But look at you.
You're helping people all the time
in the most amazing ways.
You are welcome to join the
God Account team anytime.
You have a calling.
And I thought I did too, but now...
I'm not so sure.
Have you talked to Dad about it?
How am I supposed to talk
about being at a crossroads
with someone who is clearly in
denial about the same thing?
Uh...
What about your pastor
at Advent Congregational?
I mean, you clearly
seem comfortable there.
Maybe she can give you some insight.
Hold up. I'm sorry, um...
Did the atheist just
tell me to go to church?
No, your brother just told you to talk
to whoever you need to
if they'll help you find your way.
Thank you.
Parker, what are you doing here?
Chasing a deadline.
What about you?
Adam wants to team up on this story
about some potential
Wall Street scandal.
Nice, but enough about work.
Now that you moved out of my place,
I haven't gotten any
updates on you and Miles.
- So, how you guys doing?
- Honestly?
Things have never been better.
I mean, it's like...
whatever anxiety or insecurity
I had about me and Miles...
You mean saying "I love you"?
You know, today I could
tell he almost said it,
but he stopped himself.
He's been so sweet about not
putting any pressure on me.
That's kinda adorable.
Now when I thought he was gonna say it,
it didn't scare me.
So then, maybe it's time.
Please, thank Sameer,
if it wasn't for him we'd
be out on the street.
Oh, it was our pleasure.
Hi, I'm Judy. Can I help you?
Hi, yes, my name is Miles. This is Cara.
Uh, we're looking to see Sameer Patel.
Well, can I tell him what this is about?
Uh, we spoke with him
briefly over the weekend
about a legal matter
that we were hoping he could help with.
- It's kind of urgent.
- Oh, okay, yeah,
he's just finishing up a meeting.
He should be out any minute.
Oh, here let me help you.
- Oh, thank you.
- Mmm!
Whatever that is, it smells amazing.
Punjabi-style carrot pudding. Mmm!
Sameer does a lot of
pro bono work, so...
Has he always done that?
More so this last year.
Which is wonderful, of course,
but we could use some more clients
whose payments don't
come wrapped in tinfoil.
Is it just the three of you?
It wasn't always, but uh...
we've had to do a little
downsizing this last year.
I worked for their father when
he first opened this place,
so I've known Sameer and
Jay since they were boys.
Practically family.
So we'll... we'll get through it.
I'm so sorry, Indira,
it won't happen again.
You say that every time
Sameer forgets a conference call
or skips a meeting,
but there's no excuse
for missing a court filing.
I'll call the judge, he'll be fine.
The hearing is this afternoon.
One more mistake, and I'm done.
How could you forget to file the motion?
I was helping Mrs. Hunjun.
They were about to be evicted.
You wanna worry about
people being evicted?
Start with us. We lose Indira,
- we'll have to shut our doors.
- Excuse me.
We have new clients waiting.
They're here for me.
Why don't we talk in my office?
What are you doing here?
I already told you I want
nothing to do with that ticket.
Look, we understand that,
but the ticket expires
at the end of the day, and from
what we just heard out there,
it sounds pretty clear.
You need the money.
Not that way. I will
never cash that ticket.
Why not? Look, we know about Mira.
- About what happened.
- You don't know anything.
Okay, then tell us.
Why won't you cash it?
Because... That ticket is
the reason Mira is dead.
Okay, okay, wait, wait...
what do you mean the ticket is
the reason why Mira's dead?
You wouldn't understand.
This is about Karma.
Wait, what does Karma
have to do with this?
Karma is about spiritual
cause and effect.
Good intentions lead to good Karma.
Bad intentions lead to bad Karma.
Right, but how does
buying a lottery ticket
cause bad Karma?
Because I didn't buy it.
I found it on the street.
When I discovered it
was worth $1 million,
I told Mira I was going to cash it.
She begged me not to,
told me that cashing it
was the same as stealing,
that it would destroy my Karma.
But I didn't believe her.
I signed the ticket,
and I was on my way to cash it
when she was hit by a cab and died.
Look.
Mira's death was an accident.
You have to see Karma isn't real.
Believe me. It is.
And Mira's death would be proof enough,
but it didn't stop there. In
the months following that,
my car got broken into,
my apartment got flooded.
So that's why you started
doing pro bono work.
- To restore your Karma?
- Yes.
But the only way to truly do
that is to return the ticket
to its owner, and let them cash it.
So how did it end up in that purse?
Because I was desperate.
So I put the ticket
in one of Mira's purses and donated it,
hoping God would unite the
ticket to its rightful owner.
That they'd see my
name written on there,
find me, and let me
sign it over to them.
I thought it had worked
when you two showed up,
but clearly it didn't.
Okay, well, did you ever try
to find the original owner?
Of course.
I went to the bodega where
the ticket was purchased,
but they couldn't help me.
What was I supposed
to do, put up flyers?
Who wouldn't want to
claim a $1 million ticket?
The ticket expires at the
close of business today.
And once that happens, there
will be no way to fix my Karma.
Well, then we need to find the owner.
We can help you.
Help how?
Well, let's just say we came
into your life for a reason.
If the bodega has security cameras,
we thought that you
could pull the footage.
Well, Miles Finer,
nonbeliever and skeptic extraordinaire,
has agreed to help someone
restore their Karma.
I would not miss it.
I agreed to find the original
owner of the lottery ticket
because Sameer said it will
help restore his Karma,
but that's not what this is about.
- Says you.
- Aw, come on, bro,
since when do you believe in Karma?
Since always! Just because
I don't go around
talking about my beliefs on a podcast,
doesn't mean I don't believe, dude.
Hinduism is, like, the oldest
religion on the planet.
Plus, what's so crazy
about the idea that
what you put out there into the world
- affects what comes back at you?
- Sameer's life imploded
because he lost the
person that he loves.
That's not Karma, that's grief.
Okay, okay, I'm gonna stop
the two of you before
this turns into a holy war.
Now, onto a matter we can all agree on:
Have you had a chance to look into
Audrey Grenelle's AI program yet?
I did, but when I was looking
at the painting I found that
we need this 11-digit
number to unlock the code
and reveal whatever
message is hidden inside it.
Hey, that's great. So how long
will it take you to crack it?
An 11-digit passkey can have over, like,
ten billion combinations.
Even if I had a random number generator
working 24/7, it could take years.
Do you remember Sameer coming in
and talking to you about it?
Oh, yeah. Nice guy.
He comes in here all the time.
Look, I wish I could help you,
but we sell hundreds of these a week,
and this was a year ago.
Well, what about your security cameras?
The hard drive only holds a few days
before it's recorded over.
Well, I know a lot of
people who play the lottery
have superstitions, like always
playing the same numbers.
Hmph, sorry.
Numbers for Lucky Lotto are
generated by the machine.
Well, the ticket was
purchased around this time.
Do you have any regulars
that come around now?
The only regulars I have at
this time are those officers.
They come in at the start
of their shift every day,
but they don't play the lottery.
'Scuse me, are you going to stand here
and just talk all day?
Uh... I'd like a $20 Lucky Lotto.
Thank you.
You can pay for a lottery
ticket using a debit card?
- Of course.
- Rakesh...
If a person we're looking
for paid with a debit card,
could you track them down?
If that's how they paid
for it, yeah, I can.
Hey, Pastor Olivia.
Ali, how are you?
Ugh, I could be better.
- Do you have a minute?
- Have a seat.
What's on your mind?
So... I've talked to you about
how I'm studying to become
a therapist, right?
Of course.
If I'm not mistaken you graduate soon?
Supposed to,
but I got my thesis
back from my advisor.
She thought it was...
- less than inspired.
- I see.
I feel like I'm at a crossroads,
and I could really use some advice.
I'm sorry, Ali, I can't help you.
Wow, um... as my pastor...
I was hoping for a
little more than that.
What I mean to say is,
you're the only person
that can figure this out.
But I do have a suggestion.
Okay, better.
There's a church life
forum here tonight.
It's a service where congregants
can share the issues that
they're struggling with.
More often than not,
just standing up and
speaking from the heart,
it's enough to give you
a little insight from God.
So why didn't Cara come back with us?
Uh, she had to work on a story,
and said she had a ton
of research to do.
She say the three magic words yet?
No.
That's okay.
All right, fine, yes, I would
like for her to say it,
but when she's ready.
When will that be?
I have no idea.
_
Aw, Jaya had to cancel
our secret date tonight.
She's having dinner with her parents.
Wait, do they know that
you two are still dating?
We played it perfectly, all right?
You don't have to worry
about that, trust me.
Okay, here we go.
I got a program running
to check the transactions
from the bodega
of that day and time.
Shouldn't take more than a few minutes.
Well, assuming they didn't pay in cash.
It's a bit of a long shot, but hey,
you put something good
out into the world...
should get something back.
You realize you do not have valet?
I just kept driving till
I finally just parked
where it looked like there
should be there should be valet.
So you parked at the curb?
- Huh?
- Audrey, what's going on?
I kept thinking about
the 11-digit number
you said we'd need to crack "The Path,"
And I wanted to show you something.
It's the road that leads up
to my grandparents' summer
house in Marseille,
my absolute favorite
place as a little girl.
It reminded me of "The Path."
Rakesh, pull it up.
Wait, that's why you thought
the message was for you;
why it felt so personal,
because of this photo.
Yes.
So how does this help us crack the code?
Turn it over.
If you include the postal
code and region number,
the address is made up of 11 digits.
_
Ugh.
I thought for a second that
was actually going to work.
If you think this message
is something that God
wants you to see...
"Account."
The God Account.
Why not give you the
numbers to unlock it?
I mean, maybe jot them down on
a stone tablet or something.
Wait. Sameer's lottery ticket.
Naw, lottery ticket's six numbers...
Numbers, yes, but if you count
the individual digits...
Sameer's ticket has 11.
_
Sucks, right?
- Miles?
- Hmm?
We just got a hit on our
mystery lottery winner.
- You're kidding.
- No.
At the same time that
the ticket was issued
a debit card was swiped
at the bodega for $5 even.
Tim Whitson,
2057 West 66th Street.
What are you two talking about?
Do you wanna see how the
God Account works first-hand?
No.
Hey, Sameer, this is
my good friend Rakesh.
He's the one who tracked down
the owner of the lottery ticket.
I don't know how to thank you.
Nah, don't mention it.
I have to be in court in an hour.
Indira's expecting me there.
All right, well let's go tell
Tim Whitson the good news.
- Can I help you?
- Hi, are you Tim Whitson?
- That's right.
- Uh, I'm Miles Finer.
My friends and I may have found
something that belongs to you,
and sorry to be so cryptic;
we just wanna make sure
- that you're the right person.
- Okay.
Have you ever been to the
Palace Bodega in Queens?
Actually, I think I have.
I was in Queens last year for business.
I only remember because I hardly
have meetings outside of Manhattan.
Do you remember what you bought?
Sorry, no.
Do you ever play the lottery?
Uh... no.
So, uh, what did you find?
It was a lottery ticket, but obviously,
it doesn't belong to you.
Sorry.
I don't mean to be rude,
but I am busy, so is that all?
Yes, thank you.
It's okay. We still got
a couple more hours.
Hello, Judy.
Slow down.
It wasn't scheduled for another hour.
Jay can't do that.
Tell him I'll be right there.
Okay, I'll... I'll come back.
That was Judy.
Our court time got pulled up,
- and I missed it.
- Is everything okay?
No. We lost.
Our client Indira fired us.
Judy said Jay is closing the firm.
This is my bad Karma at work.
Judy, I'm sorry.
It's okay. I'll be okay.
No, I'll fix this, I promise.
You need to listen to me, Sameer.
Now, I know how much
you still miss Mira;
how tough this last year has been,
but you have to figure out
how to make peace with it.
Because if you don't, I'm
afraid you and your brother
are gonna lose a lot
more than a law firm.
I just got off the phone
with the building manager
to let him know we'll
be vacating our lease.
This office has been in
our family for 40 years.
Look, there must be
something that we can do.
All Sameer had to do was
show up in court today.
He didn't.
You mind telling me
what was more important
than saving our firm?
A year ago, I found a lottery
ticket in the street.
It was a winner.
- $1 million.
- $1 million?
I don't understand. Did you cash it?
I was going to, and
then Mira was killed...
and she was killed
because I was going to take money
that didn't belong to me.
She told me not to cash it.
The reason she is dead is because of me.
Why didn't you come to me?
I'm your brother; I could
have helped you through this.
Because you don't believe in Karma,
and everything that's happened
is because of my Karma.
I had to try and fix it.
I called Sameer because we thought
we found the owner of the ticket.
But it wasn't them.
Now, the ticket expires in three hours.
We're going to keep looking.
We'll find them, I promise.
And if you don't?
That money goes to no one.
You want me to cash the ticket?
I want you to save Patel & Sons.
Save the legacy our father built.
And if I don't cash the ticket?
Then we're no longer brothers.
How could we be?
- Give him the ticket.
- Sameer, Sameer.
- It's not too late.
- Give it to him, please.
Fine. Fine.
But I don't have it on me.
I wasn't gonna be responsible for losing
a $1 million ticket by
walking around with it.
Someone's already done that.
It's at my place.
Give me an hour.
Fine.
It's not like anyone can cash it
without me signing it
over to them anyhow.
One hour. You better be here.
So Jay wants to cash the ticket.
Yes, that's why I told him
I didn't have the ticket.
- I need to buy some more time.
- What are you gonna do?
Honestly, I might just sit
here and let it expire.
I mean, it's the only way to ensure
that it won't tear them apart.
Hi. Is, uh, Ali here?
No, why?
I wanted to know how her
meeting went with her advisor.
Have you spoken with her?
Yes, actually.
Uh, you know what,
I have to talk to
Rakesh about something,
but I'll call you later. Bye, Arthur.
- Bye, good to see you.
- Yeah, you too.
So? What did she tell you?
Her advisor thought
that her paper was uninspired.
How come she never came to me with this?
Because she's worried about you, Dad.
We both are.
Trish called off the wedding
and left town, and your response was
to pretend like everything was okay.
Ali is going through a tough time,
and she is trying to face it head-on.
That's why she didn't
talk to you about it.
Because I'm not.
I've gotta talk to her. Thanks, Miles.
- Got a winner on your hands?
- I do.
It's worth $1 million, but
it expires in a few hours.
- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.
My Friend Suggestion
was about to cash it
when his girlfriend was killed.
He believes her death
is his fault; that intending to cash
the ticket brought him bad Karma,
but his brother Jay wants him to cash it
- to save their law firm.
- What are you gonna do?
I don't know. If... if Jay cashes it,
Sameer will never forgive him,
and I can't let that happen.
Kind of a lose-lose situation.
Any thoughts?
Well, if cashing the ticket
will tear them apart,
you have to convince them of that,
but it has to be their decision.
- Hey.
- Hey,
your text said you needed
to talk about something?
Well, I was hoping you might
be able to do me a favor.
Yeah, well considering, um,
I can't crack the God Account painting,
and I can't meet my girlfriend tonight,
yup, I got nothing but time. What's up?
I'm working a story,
and I just need help
- tracing an email account.
- Yeah, just forward it to me,
- I'll look into it.
- Okay, thanks.
So, Miles told me what happened
with Sameer and Jay.
There's gotta be a way
that we can figure out
- who bought that ticket.
- In the next two hours?
I mean, I'm open to ideas.
Well...
I know the bodega said they
don't keep security footage,
but what about the
traffic cameras outside?
Already checked. Nada.
_
What is it?
It's Tom from my office.
He keeps sending me
all these crazy cop videos.
Wait, let me see.
Oh, my... they can't even
get the handcuffs on.
Wait.
Dash cam footage. Rakesh, that's it.
That's the answer.
Sameer! Jay!
You're finally here.
We've only got two hours,
give me the ticket.
You have to understand
what cashing this ticket
means for Sameer...
what it will mean for your relationship.
It means saving our firm.
No, it means the end of your firm,
at least for the two of you.
Now, you can call it Karma,
you can call it bad luck,
you can call it blood money.
But no matter what you call it,
you will be choosing it over Sameer,
and he will never forgive you for it.
I'm sorry, Sameer,
but I can't let $1 million go unclaimed
when we could use it to save our firm.
Give me the ticket.
Hey, Rakesh, now is not a good ti...
Wait, what?
We're on our way.
- Officer Murphy, Officer Car.
- Hey, Sameer.
Wait, you two know each other?
Officer Murphy was just
telling us that Sameer
helped a friend of his who
was about to get fired.
He took the case pro bono.
It was nothing.
- Sorry, what is this about?
- Whatever it is,
- we don't have time.
- Actually...
they were here when the
lottery ticket was purchased.
The dash cam footage from a year ago
was recording everyone coming in and out
of the bodega at that time, including...
the owner of the ticket.
But even if we have them on tape,
there's no way we have enough
time to go and find them.
I think we might be able to.
It's Judy!
I don't believe it.
I know she goes to the
bodega... we all do...
but I had no idea she
played the lottery.
Well, maybe she lost her
ticket on the way to work.
Yeah, and since she probably
didn't remember the numbers
and assumed she'd ever win,
she never thought about it again.
- We gotta go to Judy's.
- No, there's no time.
Let's cash the ticket
and give her the money.
No, I have to sign
the ticket over to her
and let her cash it herself.
It is the only way that
I can restore my Karma.
Please.
All right. Let's go.
I can't believe it.
After all this time, it was Judy.
I can't imagine anyone
who deserves it more.
You both do.
Judy?
Judy, you here?
Judy!
Judy, Judy!
She's not responding.
Call 911.
- Sameer blames himself.
- It's not his fault.
No, but he doesn't see it that way.
He still thinks it's about his Karma.
Is she okay?
Judy suffered a brain aneurysm.
Her surgery was successful,
and we've stabilized her.
Lucky you were there.
If you hadn't have found
her when you did,
she wouldn't have made it.
You'll be able to see
her in a few hours.
Ticket's expired.
I'm so sorry, Sameer.
All that matters is that
Judy's gonna be fine,
and if that means my Karma
will never be restored...
That's a price that I'm willing to pay.
Sameer, don't you see?
This started with the loss of a life:
The accident that killed Mira,
the accident you blame yourself for.
But because you insisted
on going to see Judy,
instead of cashing that ticket,
a life has been saved.
He's right, Sameer.
Because of you,
Judy's gonna be okay.
What about us?
We will be too.
Sameer...
It's time for you to move forward.
You're right.
Thank you.
For as long as I can remember,
I've wanted to help people.
And for the last several years,
I was certain of my path
to becoming a therapist.
But lately, I've been feeling lost;
feeling alone.
But standing in this church,
looking out on this community,
my community, I realize,
how could I be lost?
How could I be alone?
"For I know the plans I have for you."
"Plans to give you hope and a future."
So, how could I worry about
a future that in my heart...
I've always known has
been guided by God.
Thank you.
That was beautiful, sweetheart.
- What are you doing here?
- Well, Pastor Olivia
was nice enough to let me
know that you were speaking,
and I'm very glad she did.
"For I know the plans I have for you"?
"Plans to give you a hope and a future."
Jeremiah 29:11.
- One of my favorites.
- I know.
Trish is supposed to be a
part of your future, Dad.
I know.
Then what are you gonna do to fix it?
I'm going to call her
and convince her to come back home,
today.
That was terrific, Ali.
Thank you, I mean, you were right.
That was exactly what I needed.
Well, I would say I'm surprised
how natural you were up there, but...
like father, like daughter.
Maybe the path you're looking for
isn't as surprising as you think.
Cause and effect
is a part of our everyday lives.
It doesn't matter what we call it.
We take actions; there are consequences.
Sometimes the results can be surprising.
I'm gonna miss this place.
So am I.
But we still have each other.
We'll rebuild, together.
It can send us down a path
we never thought to explore...
Or awaken us to a truth
we've known all along.
Trish, uh, it's... it's me.
Can... can we talk?
Things never turn out
exactly how we planned.
_
- Hey, Rakesh.
- Hey.
So, uh...
- who's Kamal Basu?
- He's no one.
You mind telling me why no one's
looking forward to having
dinner with you tonight?
You know my parents.
This is what they do.
I promise you, you have
nothing to worry about, okay?
But in the end,
all we have to do is control
what we put out into the world
and hope what's returned
makes it all worth it.
- Hey!
- Hey.
I got you something.
Hey, what's this for?
Do you remember our last night in Paris?
How could I forget?
And do you remember what you said to me?
I do.
Standing under the Eiffel
Tower, it was perfect.
And while I know that can
never be duplicated, I...
Thought I'd at least give it a try.
Miles...
I love you.
I love you too.
Hey.
So what'd you wanna see me about?
I traced those dummy emails
you wanted me to look at for your story.
They're all registered to the same guy:
Jonathan Carter. You heard of him?
No... no, but I'm
definitely gonna find him.
Hi!
You're all here.
Hey, what are you doing here?
I'm headed out of town and
came to say good-bye,
but I guess I like you guys.
If you're ever back in
Paris for one of those
God Account thingies, look me up.
You just want to know if we were able
- to crack the 11-digit code.
- Maybe.
Well, we didn't.
Hey, Patel & Sons just
posted a new photo
- that the God Account liked.
- Hm.
Aw, it's of Judy and her
hospital wristband...
saying these are her new lucky numbers.
Wait a minute.
Lucky numbers?
It's 11 digits.
Zero, nine, two, five, seven,
two, one, zero, three, four, eight.
_
A house.
How is a house a message?
Not to mention, it could
be anywhere in the world.
It's not.
It's in Jersey.
- Mm-hmm.
- How do you know that?
Because that's the first place
that Cara and I tracked
the God Account to
all the way back when
this first started.
Yeah, but why is it
sending us there now?
I don't know, but that's
what we're gonna find out.
The dioceses would like me to be
the next bishop of New York.
Arthur, how could you not tell me this?
I can't marry you.
I love you, Cara, and I know
you can't say that yet,
and it's okay.
The God Account led me to
Paris, where I found a painting
- called "The Path."
- How do we get our hands
- on the key to unlock it?
- Well, I'd need access
to the AI program that
created the painting.
And the only person who
can give that to us is...
Audrey Grenelle...
Did you know there was a message
hidden in the painting, "The Path"?
How could you possibly know about that?
Because it was meant for me.
Just so we're clear, you
dragged me all the way
to my own office to show
me my own painting?
Well, like we said,
we think that the message
- is hidden in the code.
- The message that God left you
- is inside the code?
- Not God... the God Account.
Look, if you could just
put your skepticism aside
for, like, one second...
We really need to know
about this painting.
A year ago I set out to
disrupt the art world,
push the boundaries
of what art could be,
so basically, piss everyone off.
I hired a team of coders,
and designed an AI program
that would essentially
replace the artist.
So, all the paintings you saw
at the Future of Art exhibit
at the Louvre were created by it...
Except that one.
What are you talking about?
My program was hacked.
The painting was designed by
whoever is responsible for that.
The God Account. Has to be.
Were you able to trace the hack?
No, but I've tried everything.
Trust me.
Why do I get the sense you
aren't telling us everything?
Well, I thought the message
hidden inside the code was meant for me.
- Why?
- Doesn't really matter.
The message requires numeric code.
If you give me access
to your AI program,
I might be able to find it.
If this crazy story
you're telling me is true,
- I am not a part of it.
- No, you are.
Look, the God Account never
does anything without a reason.
It wanted us to find each other.
If we can crack this code,
then maybe we'll both
get the answers we've
been searching for.
So, any word on your graduate thesis?
Actually, I'm meeting with my advisor
this afternoon to get
my first round of notes.
Hey, hey, you've been working on it
for six months; knowing
you, it's probably perfect.
Yeah.
You know, this um... food is...
amazing.
Don't you think so, Dad?
Absolutely. Thank you, sweetheart.
Do you need any more coffee or...
I'm fine, and not just about the coffee.
I know what the two of
you are trying to do.
Not wanting to talk about Trish,
and while I appreciate the concern,
there is no need to
dance around the issue.
We were just worried about you.
There's nothing to worry about.
Trish is upstate at her farm
giving herself time to think.
And once she comes back,
we'll work things out
and be walking down
the aisle in no time.
Dad, I don't think it's
gonna be that easy.
Oh, I need to get out of here.
I have a meeting with the diocese
to go over next week's swearing in.
- Thank you for the brunch. Mwuh!
- Mm-hmm.
We need to be here for him, Miles.
How? By letting him pretend
everything is gonna be okay?
I am no therapist, but
he is definitely in denial.
- He's just... being optimistic.
- Hmm.
I'll talk to him.
The God Account just liked
Sarah's Second Hand Shop?
So, what, that means it
wants you to go shopping?
I don't know,
but I'll let you know when I find out.
Well, I have to admit,
the God Account does have good taste.
This is actually one of
my favorite thrift shops.
Well, we spoke to the owner,
we've taken a lap around this place;
any idea what we're
supposed to find here?
Hmm, no idea, but we'll figure it out,
and maybe I can find a new purse,
so win-win.
What was that for?
No reason.
I just...
I'm happy that I have you in my life.
Yeah, me too.
Oh.
Speaking of that new purse,
that one's pretty cute.
Hm, hm, hm!
Hm?
- What do you think?
- Well,
I don't think the God
Account brought us here
to find a new purse.
- No? Come on.
- Mm-mm.
Hey.
Check that out.
Hmm.
Sameer Patel.
Think he's a winner?
There's only one way to find out.
Check the numbers on the website.
I wrote a story about people
that play the lottery.
Did you know the average person
spends $200 a year in tickets,
and they never win?
This guy did.
That must be why the God
Account sent us here.
He won $1 million.
Thank you for sitting down
with me, Dr. Maxwell.
Of course, Ali. You've been
one of my top students
the past two years, and
if I'm being perfectly honest,
I was disappointed in your thesis.
Wow, um...
Okay.
If you wanna point out what
part wasn't there for you,
of course, I'll have another look at it.
That's the thing, Ali,
it wasn't one specific area.
Your subject matter was personal:
Single parenting and
the family dynamic...
but it felt... uninspired.
I feel like you've been less
engaged the last few months.
Is everything okay with you?
Never better.
Honestly, this is coming
as a bit of a shock to me.
Look, Ali, it's been a long road,
but you're almost there.
Take a step back,
re-read your thesis,
and let's sit down and talk about
ways to rethink your approach.
Okay?
$1 million?
Man, is this guy gonna
be happy to see you.
Well, yeah, that's if
you can find him in time.
The ticket expires tomorrow.
Ooh. A ticking clock.
God Account's upping
it's game. I like it.
I'm on it. Okay.
I'm gonna run a search for
Sameer Patel in New York...
this could take a minute.
_
Uh, what's that look for?
Oh... uh, it's Jaya.
Um, the two of us are
going on a secret date.
Tonight's the second one this week.
I'm gonna be honest.
This whole "sneaking around" thing,
it's really spiced up our
relationship. Like...
- you wouldn't even believe...
- Okay, yeah, yeah,
no, no, no, no, we get the point.
Yeah, here we go.
Um, looks like there are...
Six Sameer Patels in New York.
This number should
correspond with the store
it was purchased from,
which, according to the
lottery commission is...
a bodega in Queens.
Okay, great, any of those
Sameer Patels live nearby?
Actually, one of them works at
a law firm two blocks away.
That has to be our guy. Right?
Can you check to see if the
law firm has a Facebook page?
Okay, let's see.
Patel & Sons,
run by Sameer Patel and
his brother Jay. Oh.
Says here they're closed on Sundays.
Well, can you get us a home address?
Absolutely.
You're about to change this guy's life.
This is it.
Can I help you?
Sameer Patel?
That's right.
I'm Miles. This is Cara.
Uh, we found something
that belongs to you
that you are gonna be happy to see.
You won! This ticket
is worth $1 million.
I want nothing to do with that.
Uh...
Yeah, that's not how I saw that going.
I don't get it.
Why would someone turn down $1 million?
No idea, but whatever Sameer's reason,
it must be why the God Account
put him on our radar.
Yeah, so the question is
what happened a year ago
that made him decide
- not to cash it?
- I noticed something
on the Patel & Sons Facebook page
that could be our answer.
There was a memorial
posting two days after
Sameer purchased the
winning ticket. Look.
"Patel & Sons sends condolences
to the family of Mira Gupta."
Who's Mira Gupta?
They were a couple, and
from the looks of things,
- very much in love.
- Okay,
so, Sameer wins the lottery,
but before he can cash
the ticket, Mira dies?
So maybe his grief over losing her
is preventing him from
cashing the ticket.
Hm.
- _
- Oh.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, it's just Ali. She needs to talk.
Um, look... we have 24 hours
before this ticket expires,
I say we head down to Patel & Sons
first thing tomorrow and see Sameer.
Yeah, sounds good.
So what exactly did your advisor say?
That my thesis was both
uninspired and disappointing.
I'm sorry, Al, I know how
hard you've worked on it.
Maybe you can rewrite
it and make it great.
What if I don't want to?
What are you talking about?
She also told me I've been disengaged
the last few months.
She's right.
I just... I didn't know why,
and I haven't wanted to face it.
- Face what?
- That maybe this paper
is a wake-up call.
A way of telling me...
This is not what I'm
supposed to do with my life.
That's crazy.
You've always wanted to help people.
I know. That hasn't changed.
But look at you.
You're helping people all the time
in the most amazing ways.
You are welcome to join the
God Account team anytime.
You have a calling.
And I thought I did too, but now...
I'm not so sure.
Have you talked to Dad about it?
How am I supposed to talk
about being at a crossroads
with someone who is clearly in
denial about the same thing?
Uh...
What about your pastor
at Advent Congregational?
I mean, you clearly
seem comfortable there.
Maybe she can give you some insight.
Hold up. I'm sorry, um...
Did the atheist just
tell me to go to church?
No, your brother just told you to talk
to whoever you need to
if they'll help you find your way.
Thank you.
Parker, what are you doing here?
Chasing a deadline.
What about you?
Adam wants to team up on this story
about some potential
Wall Street scandal.
Nice, but enough about work.
Now that you moved out of my place,
I haven't gotten any
updates on you and Miles.
- So, how you guys doing?
- Honestly?
Things have never been better.
I mean, it's like...
whatever anxiety or insecurity
I had about me and Miles...
You mean saying "I love you"?
You know, today I could
tell he almost said it,
but he stopped himself.
He's been so sweet about not
putting any pressure on me.
That's kinda adorable.
Now when I thought he was gonna say it,
it didn't scare me.
So then, maybe it's time.
Please, thank Sameer,
if it wasn't for him we'd
be out on the street.
Oh, it was our pleasure.
Hi, I'm Judy. Can I help you?
Hi, yes, my name is Miles. This is Cara.
Uh, we're looking to see Sameer Patel.
Well, can I tell him what this is about?
Uh, we spoke with him
briefly over the weekend
about a legal matter
that we were hoping he could help with.
- It's kind of urgent.
- Oh, okay, yeah,
he's just finishing up a meeting.
He should be out any minute.
Oh, here let me help you.
- Oh, thank you.
- Mmm!
Whatever that is, it smells amazing.
Punjabi-style carrot pudding. Mmm!
Sameer does a lot of
pro bono work, so...
Has he always done that?
More so this last year.
Which is wonderful, of course,
but we could use some more clients
whose payments don't
come wrapped in tinfoil.
Is it just the three of you?
It wasn't always, but uh...
we've had to do a little
downsizing this last year.
I worked for their father when
he first opened this place,
so I've known Sameer and
Jay since they were boys.
Practically family.
So we'll... we'll get through it.
I'm so sorry, Indira,
it won't happen again.
You say that every time
Sameer forgets a conference call
or skips a meeting,
but there's no excuse
for missing a court filing.
I'll call the judge, he'll be fine.
The hearing is this afternoon.
One more mistake, and I'm done.
How could you forget to file the motion?
I was helping Mrs. Hunjun.
They were about to be evicted.
You wanna worry about
people being evicted?
Start with us. We lose Indira,
- we'll have to shut our doors.
- Excuse me.
We have new clients waiting.
They're here for me.
Why don't we talk in my office?
What are you doing here?
I already told you I want
nothing to do with that ticket.
Look, we understand that,
but the ticket expires
at the end of the day, and from
what we just heard out there,
it sounds pretty clear.
You need the money.
Not that way. I will
never cash that ticket.
Why not? Look, we know about Mira.
- About what happened.
- You don't know anything.
Okay, then tell us.
Why won't you cash it?
Because... That ticket is
the reason Mira is dead.
Okay, okay, wait, wait...
what do you mean the ticket is
the reason why Mira's dead?
You wouldn't understand.
This is about Karma.
Wait, what does Karma
have to do with this?
Karma is about spiritual
cause and effect.
Good intentions lead to good Karma.
Bad intentions lead to bad Karma.
Right, but how does
buying a lottery ticket
cause bad Karma?
Because I didn't buy it.
I found it on the street.
When I discovered it
was worth $1 million,
I told Mira I was going to cash it.
She begged me not to,
told me that cashing it
was the same as stealing,
that it would destroy my Karma.
But I didn't believe her.
I signed the ticket,
and I was on my way to cash it
when she was hit by a cab and died.
Look.
Mira's death was an accident.
You have to see Karma isn't real.
Believe me. It is.
And Mira's death would be proof enough,
but it didn't stop there. In
the months following that,
my car got broken into,
my apartment got flooded.
So that's why you started
doing pro bono work.
- To restore your Karma?
- Yes.
But the only way to truly do
that is to return the ticket
to its owner, and let them cash it.
So how did it end up in that purse?
Because I was desperate.
So I put the ticket
in one of Mira's purses and donated it,
hoping God would unite the
ticket to its rightful owner.
That they'd see my
name written on there,
find me, and let me
sign it over to them.
I thought it had worked
when you two showed up,
but clearly it didn't.
Okay, well, did you ever try
to find the original owner?
Of course.
I went to the bodega where
the ticket was purchased,
but they couldn't help me.
What was I supposed
to do, put up flyers?
Who wouldn't want to
claim a $1 million ticket?
The ticket expires at the
close of business today.
And once that happens, there
will be no way to fix my Karma.
Well, then we need to find the owner.
We can help you.
Help how?
Well, let's just say we came
into your life for a reason.
If the bodega has security cameras,
we thought that you
could pull the footage.
Well, Miles Finer,
nonbeliever and skeptic extraordinaire,
has agreed to help someone
restore their Karma.
I would not miss it.
I agreed to find the original
owner of the lottery ticket
because Sameer said it will
help restore his Karma,
but that's not what this is about.
- Says you.
- Aw, come on, bro,
since when do you believe in Karma?
Since always! Just because
I don't go around
talking about my beliefs on a podcast,
doesn't mean I don't believe, dude.
Hinduism is, like, the oldest
religion on the planet.
Plus, what's so crazy
about the idea that
what you put out there into the world
- affects what comes back at you?
- Sameer's life imploded
because he lost the
person that he loves.
That's not Karma, that's grief.
Okay, okay, I'm gonna stop
the two of you before
this turns into a holy war.
Now, onto a matter we can all agree on:
Have you had a chance to look into
Audrey Grenelle's AI program yet?
I did, but when I was looking
at the painting I found that
we need this 11-digit
number to unlock the code
and reveal whatever
message is hidden inside it.
Hey, that's great. So how long
will it take you to crack it?
An 11-digit passkey can have over, like,
ten billion combinations.
Even if I had a random number generator
working 24/7, it could take years.
Do you remember Sameer coming in
and talking to you about it?
Oh, yeah. Nice guy.
He comes in here all the time.
Look, I wish I could help you,
but we sell hundreds of these a week,
and this was a year ago.
Well, what about your security cameras?
The hard drive only holds a few days
before it's recorded over.
Well, I know a lot of
people who play the lottery
have superstitions, like always
playing the same numbers.
Hmph, sorry.
Numbers for Lucky Lotto are
generated by the machine.
Well, the ticket was
purchased around this time.
Do you have any regulars
that come around now?
The only regulars I have at
this time are those officers.
They come in at the start
of their shift every day,
but they don't play the lottery.
'Scuse me, are you going to stand here
and just talk all day?
Uh... I'd like a $20 Lucky Lotto.
Thank you.
You can pay for a lottery
ticket using a debit card?
- Of course.
- Rakesh...
If a person we're looking
for paid with a debit card,
could you track them down?
If that's how they paid
for it, yeah, I can.
Hey, Pastor Olivia.
Ali, how are you?
Ugh, I could be better.
- Do you have a minute?
- Have a seat.
What's on your mind?
So... I've talked to you about
how I'm studying to become
a therapist, right?
Of course.
If I'm not mistaken you graduate soon?
Supposed to,
but I got my thesis
back from my advisor.
She thought it was...
- less than inspired.
- I see.
I feel like I'm at a crossroads,
and I could really use some advice.
I'm sorry, Ali, I can't help you.
Wow, um... as my pastor...
I was hoping for a
little more than that.
What I mean to say is,
you're the only person
that can figure this out.
But I do have a suggestion.
Okay, better.
There's a church life
forum here tonight.
It's a service where congregants
can share the issues that
they're struggling with.
More often than not,
just standing up and
speaking from the heart,
it's enough to give you
a little insight from God.
So why didn't Cara come back with us?
Uh, she had to work on a story,
and said she had a ton
of research to do.
She say the three magic words yet?
No.
That's okay.
All right, fine, yes, I would
like for her to say it,
but when she's ready.
When will that be?
I have no idea.
_
Aw, Jaya had to cancel
our secret date tonight.
She's having dinner with her parents.
Wait, do they know that
you two are still dating?
We played it perfectly, all right?
You don't have to worry
about that, trust me.
Okay, here we go.
I got a program running
to check the transactions
from the bodega
of that day and time.
Shouldn't take more than a few minutes.
Well, assuming they didn't pay in cash.
It's a bit of a long shot, but hey,
you put something good
out into the world...
should get something back.
You realize you do not have valet?
I just kept driving till
I finally just parked
where it looked like there
should be there should be valet.
So you parked at the curb?
- Huh?
- Audrey, what's going on?
I kept thinking about
the 11-digit number
you said we'd need to crack "The Path,"
And I wanted to show you something.
It's the road that leads up
to my grandparents' summer
house in Marseille,
my absolute favorite
place as a little girl.
It reminded me of "The Path."
Rakesh, pull it up.
Wait, that's why you thought
the message was for you;
why it felt so personal,
because of this photo.
Yes.
So how does this help us crack the code?
Turn it over.
If you include the postal
code and region number,
the address is made up of 11 digits.
_
Ugh.
I thought for a second that
was actually going to work.
If you think this message
is something that God
wants you to see...
"Account."
The God Account.
Why not give you the
numbers to unlock it?
I mean, maybe jot them down on
a stone tablet or something.
Wait. Sameer's lottery ticket.
Naw, lottery ticket's six numbers...
Numbers, yes, but if you count
the individual digits...
Sameer's ticket has 11.
_
Sucks, right?
- Miles?
- Hmm?
We just got a hit on our
mystery lottery winner.
- You're kidding.
- No.
At the same time that
the ticket was issued
a debit card was swiped
at the bodega for $5 even.
Tim Whitson,
2057 West 66th Street.
What are you two talking about?
Do you wanna see how the
God Account works first-hand?
No.
Hey, Sameer, this is
my good friend Rakesh.
He's the one who tracked down
the owner of the lottery ticket.
I don't know how to thank you.
Nah, don't mention it.
I have to be in court in an hour.
Indira's expecting me there.
All right, well let's go tell
Tim Whitson the good news.
- Can I help you?
- Hi, are you Tim Whitson?
- That's right.
- Uh, I'm Miles Finer.
My friends and I may have found
something that belongs to you,
and sorry to be so cryptic;
we just wanna make sure
- that you're the right person.
- Okay.
Have you ever been to the
Palace Bodega in Queens?
Actually, I think I have.
I was in Queens last year for business.
I only remember because I hardly
have meetings outside of Manhattan.
Do you remember what you bought?
Sorry, no.
Do you ever play the lottery?
Uh... no.
So, uh, what did you find?
It was a lottery ticket, but obviously,
it doesn't belong to you.
Sorry.
I don't mean to be rude,
but I am busy, so is that all?
Yes, thank you.
It's okay. We still got
a couple more hours.
Hello, Judy.
Slow down.
It wasn't scheduled for another hour.
Jay can't do that.
Tell him I'll be right there.
Okay, I'll... I'll come back.
That was Judy.
Our court time got pulled up,
- and I missed it.
- Is everything okay?
No. We lost.
Our client Indira fired us.
Judy said Jay is closing the firm.
This is my bad Karma at work.
Judy, I'm sorry.
It's okay. I'll be okay.
No, I'll fix this, I promise.
You need to listen to me, Sameer.
Now, I know how much
you still miss Mira;
how tough this last year has been,
but you have to figure out
how to make peace with it.
Because if you don't, I'm
afraid you and your brother
are gonna lose a lot
more than a law firm.
I just got off the phone
with the building manager
to let him know we'll
be vacating our lease.
This office has been in
our family for 40 years.
Look, there must be
something that we can do.
All Sameer had to do was
show up in court today.
He didn't.
You mind telling me
what was more important
than saving our firm?
A year ago, I found a lottery
ticket in the street.
It was a winner.
- $1 million.
- $1 million?
I don't understand. Did you cash it?
I was going to, and
then Mira was killed...
and she was killed
because I was going to take money
that didn't belong to me.
She told me not to cash it.
The reason she is dead is because of me.
Why didn't you come to me?
I'm your brother; I could
have helped you through this.
Because you don't believe in Karma,
and everything that's happened
is because of my Karma.
I had to try and fix it.
I called Sameer because we thought
we found the owner of the ticket.
But it wasn't them.
Now, the ticket expires in three hours.
We're going to keep looking.
We'll find them, I promise.
And if you don't?
That money goes to no one.
You want me to cash the ticket?
I want you to save Patel & Sons.
Save the legacy our father built.
And if I don't cash the ticket?
Then we're no longer brothers.
How could we be?
- Give him the ticket.
- Sameer, Sameer.
- It's not too late.
- Give it to him, please.
Fine. Fine.
But I don't have it on me.
I wasn't gonna be responsible for losing
a $1 million ticket by
walking around with it.
Someone's already done that.
It's at my place.
Give me an hour.
Fine.
It's not like anyone can cash it
without me signing it
over to them anyhow.
One hour. You better be here.
So Jay wants to cash the ticket.
Yes, that's why I told him
I didn't have the ticket.
- I need to buy some more time.
- What are you gonna do?
Honestly, I might just sit
here and let it expire.
I mean, it's the only way to ensure
that it won't tear them apart.
Hi. Is, uh, Ali here?
No, why?
I wanted to know how her
meeting went with her advisor.
Have you spoken with her?
Yes, actually.
Uh, you know what,
I have to talk to
Rakesh about something,
but I'll call you later. Bye, Arthur.
- Bye, good to see you.
- Yeah, you too.
So? What did she tell you?
Her advisor thought
that her paper was uninspired.
How come she never came to me with this?
Because she's worried about you, Dad.
We both are.
Trish called off the wedding
and left town, and your response was
to pretend like everything was okay.
Ali is going through a tough time,
and she is trying to face it head-on.
That's why she didn't
talk to you about it.
Because I'm not.
I've gotta talk to her. Thanks, Miles.
- Got a winner on your hands?
- I do.
It's worth $1 million, but
it expires in a few hours.
- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.
My Friend Suggestion
was about to cash it
when his girlfriend was killed.
He believes her death
is his fault; that intending to cash
the ticket brought him bad Karma,
but his brother Jay wants him to cash it
- to save their law firm.
- What are you gonna do?
I don't know. If... if Jay cashes it,
Sameer will never forgive him,
and I can't let that happen.
Kind of a lose-lose situation.
Any thoughts?
Well, if cashing the ticket
will tear them apart,
you have to convince them of that,
but it has to be their decision.
- Hey.
- Hey,
your text said you needed
to talk about something?
Well, I was hoping you might
be able to do me a favor.
Yeah, well considering, um,
I can't crack the God Account painting,
and I can't meet my girlfriend tonight,
yup, I got nothing but time. What's up?
I'm working a story,
and I just need help
- tracing an email account.
- Yeah, just forward it to me,
- I'll look into it.
- Okay, thanks.
So, Miles told me what happened
with Sameer and Jay.
There's gotta be a way
that we can figure out
- who bought that ticket.
- In the next two hours?
I mean, I'm open to ideas.
Well...
I know the bodega said they
don't keep security footage,
but what about the
traffic cameras outside?
Already checked. Nada.
_
What is it?
It's Tom from my office.
He keeps sending me
all these crazy cop videos.
Wait, let me see.
Oh, my... they can't even
get the handcuffs on.
Wait.
Dash cam footage. Rakesh, that's it.
That's the answer.
Sameer! Jay!
You're finally here.
We've only got two hours,
give me the ticket.
You have to understand
what cashing this ticket
means for Sameer...
what it will mean for your relationship.
It means saving our firm.
No, it means the end of your firm,
at least for the two of you.
Now, you can call it Karma,
you can call it bad luck,
you can call it blood money.
But no matter what you call it,
you will be choosing it over Sameer,
and he will never forgive you for it.
I'm sorry, Sameer,
but I can't let $1 million go unclaimed
when we could use it to save our firm.
Give me the ticket.
Hey, Rakesh, now is not a good ti...
Wait, what?
We're on our way.
- Officer Murphy, Officer Car.
- Hey, Sameer.
Wait, you two know each other?
Officer Murphy was just
telling us that Sameer
helped a friend of his who
was about to get fired.
He took the case pro bono.
It was nothing.
- Sorry, what is this about?
- Whatever it is,
- we don't have time.
- Actually...
they were here when the
lottery ticket was purchased.
The dash cam footage from a year ago
was recording everyone coming in and out
of the bodega at that time, including...
the owner of the ticket.
But even if we have them on tape,
there's no way we have enough
time to go and find them.
I think we might be able to.
It's Judy!
I don't believe it.
I know she goes to the
bodega... we all do...
but I had no idea she
played the lottery.
Well, maybe she lost her
ticket on the way to work.
Yeah, and since she probably
didn't remember the numbers
and assumed she'd ever win,
she never thought about it again.
- We gotta go to Judy's.
- No, there's no time.
Let's cash the ticket
and give her the money.
No, I have to sign
the ticket over to her
and let her cash it herself.
It is the only way that
I can restore my Karma.
Please.
All right. Let's go.
I can't believe it.
After all this time, it was Judy.
I can't imagine anyone
who deserves it more.
You both do.
Judy?
Judy, you here?
Judy!
Judy, Judy!
She's not responding.
Call 911.
- Sameer blames himself.
- It's not his fault.
No, but he doesn't see it that way.
He still thinks it's about his Karma.
Is she okay?
Judy suffered a brain aneurysm.
Her surgery was successful,
and we've stabilized her.
Lucky you were there.
If you hadn't have found
her when you did,
she wouldn't have made it.
You'll be able to see
her in a few hours.
Ticket's expired.
I'm so sorry, Sameer.
All that matters is that
Judy's gonna be fine,
and if that means my Karma
will never be restored...
That's a price that I'm willing to pay.
Sameer, don't you see?
This started with the loss of a life:
The accident that killed Mira,
the accident you blame yourself for.
But because you insisted
on going to see Judy,
instead of cashing that ticket,
a life has been saved.
He's right, Sameer.
Because of you,
Judy's gonna be okay.
What about us?
We will be too.
Sameer...
It's time for you to move forward.
You're right.
Thank you.
For as long as I can remember,
I've wanted to help people.
And for the last several years,
I was certain of my path
to becoming a therapist.
But lately, I've been feeling lost;
feeling alone.
But standing in this church,
looking out on this community,
my community, I realize,
how could I be lost?
How could I be alone?
"For I know the plans I have for you."
"Plans to give you hope and a future."
So, how could I worry about
a future that in my heart...
I've always known has
been guided by God.
Thank you.
That was beautiful, sweetheart.
- What are you doing here?
- Well, Pastor Olivia
was nice enough to let me
know that you were speaking,
and I'm very glad she did.
"For I know the plans I have for you"?
"Plans to give you a hope and a future."
Jeremiah 29:11.
- One of my favorites.
- I know.
Trish is supposed to be a
part of your future, Dad.
I know.
Then what are you gonna do to fix it?
I'm going to call her
and convince her to come back home,
today.
That was terrific, Ali.
Thank you, I mean, you were right.
That was exactly what I needed.
Well, I would say I'm surprised
how natural you were up there, but...
like father, like daughter.
Maybe the path you're looking for
isn't as surprising as you think.
Cause and effect
is a part of our everyday lives.
It doesn't matter what we call it.
We take actions; there are consequences.
Sometimes the results can be surprising.
I'm gonna miss this place.
So am I.
But we still have each other.
We'll rebuild, together.
It can send us down a path
we never thought to explore...
Or awaken us to a truth
we've known all along.
Trish, uh, it's... it's me.
Can... can we talk?
Things never turn out
exactly how we planned.
_
- Hey, Rakesh.
- Hey.
So, uh...
- who's Kamal Basu?
- He's no one.
You mind telling me why no one's
looking forward to having
dinner with you tonight?
You know my parents.
This is what they do.
I promise you, you have
nothing to worry about, okay?
But in the end,
all we have to do is control
what we put out into the world
and hope what's returned
makes it all worth it.
- Hey!
- Hey.
I got you something.
Hey, what's this for?
Do you remember our last night in Paris?
How could I forget?
And do you remember what you said to me?
I do.
Standing under the Eiffel
Tower, it was perfect.
And while I know that can
never be duplicated, I...
Thought I'd at least give it a try.
Miles...
I love you.
I love you too.
Hey.
So what'd you wanna see me about?
I traced those dummy emails
you wanted me to look at for your story.
They're all registered to the same guy:
Jonathan Carter. You heard of him?
No... no, but I'm
definitely gonna find him.
Hi!
You're all here.
Hey, what are you doing here?
I'm headed out of town and
came to say good-bye,
but I guess I like you guys.
If you're ever back in
Paris for one of those
God Account thingies, look me up.
You just want to know if we were able
- to crack the 11-digit code.
- Maybe.
Well, we didn't.
Hey, Patel & Sons just
posted a new photo
- that the God Account liked.
- Hm.
Aw, it's of Judy and her
hospital wristband...
saying these are her new lucky numbers.
Wait a minute.
Lucky numbers?
It's 11 digits.
Zero, nine, two, five, seven,
two, one, zero, three, four, eight.
_
A house.
How is a house a message?
Not to mention, it could
be anywhere in the world.
It's not.
It's in Jersey.
- Mm-hmm.
- How do you know that?
Because that's the first place
that Cara and I tracked
the God Account to
all the way back when
this first started.
Yeah, but why is it
sending us there now?
I don't know, but that's
what we're gonna find out.