Harry's Law (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 7 - American Dreams - full transcript

It had an iPod dock,

satellite radio, voice-activated

- navigation system, um...
- Plates, make, model and color.

What about the VIN number?

I don't think that you guys
appreciate the severity

of my victimization.

This car is my eternal nucleus.

...a Malibu.

With an iPod dock.

When you got hit by Malcolm,
who was there for you?

When you got hit by Adam,
who was there for you?



Who is always there
for you, always?

God?

- Me!
- Close.

And when I'm need of just a
little support when I have been

violated you...

ugh!

Oh. Can I help you?

You can't help me. You're rude.

Rude doesn't help me.

- Harry, I need you.
- Why?

How we doing, everybody?
Came as soon as I could. Hey.

I know you.
You're that Tommy Jefferson.

I seen you on TV. Man of the people.

Damien Winslow.
I'm a man of the people, too.



Ah, you.

I need you to help me get
my car back, Mr.... Person.

I need to hire Damien
Winslow Securities, I-N-C.

Sweet. I have some pictures
of it on my computer.

Excuse me, please?

- Harry, look, little problem.
- What's that?

Albinos.

- Come again?
- African Albinos.

They're being deported...
perfect Tommy Jefferson case.

Buttons to push, strings to pull.

What's not to love?
It's a home run for yours truly.

So what's the problem?

They make me nauseous.

Albinos make you nauseous?

To look at.
Ever seen one?

Tommy. You know it's
not like me to ask.

For help. I mean, why would I?

I'm Tommy Jefferson.

But lives are at stake here.
I'm battling

a difficult law, a tough
U.S. Attorney and nausea.

It's a two-day trial, tops.

The Immigration court is in Cleveland.
We could stay over

if you prefer, have a couple
of drinks at the hotel.

I wouldn't ask, Harry, but

you and I have a relationship.

Look, Tommy,

I've made very few promises
to myself in life.

One was to never go to Cleveland.

Please. These are good people.

They need your help.

They need an attorney who can
fight for them, one who can...

look at them.

Albinos are routinely
murdered in Tanzania.

We left the country two years ago.

We were making our way to Dallas.

There is a Tanzanian community there.

We got as far as Cincinnati
before when we ran out of money.

Okay. And how is it you got arrested?

- I have all this information.
- Well, I don't.

We were staying in an abandoned house.

There was a raid.

I-C-E must have been tipped.

I must say your English
sounds pretty good.

That's not the Tanzanian
language, is it?

It's mostly Swahili, but
English is also spoken.

Plus, I also went to university
in Boston, so mine...

How you doing?

He doesn't like to look at us.

Okay, look, timing is everything,

and yours stinks.

In the history of America,

you picked the worst possible
moment to be an immigrant.

And you should also know,

it's hard enough getting
asylum as it is,

but getting it after
you've been arrested,

it's...

I don't mean to make you cry.

Harry, Albinos can't cry.

Their tear ducts

aren't fully developed.

Who told you that?

What?

We are fully capable of
crying, Mr. Jefferson.

Trust me.

The man is unbelievable.

Adam, I'm going to
need to do some

down-and-dirty research on the
requirements of asylum.

Malcolm, you can help him. Okay.

Good news, Jenna...
I know who's got your car.

You do? Can you get it back?

Uh, well, see, knowing where
it is ain't quite the same

as getting it back, you
know what I'm saying?

No.

Well, see, from the point
of view of the person

or persons who took the
car, it's their car now.

What?! Is he on drugs?

I set up a meet, Harry.
I'm gonna need you or Adam to help.

Can't. I'm off to Cleveland.

- Harry!
- Yes, I know, it's a Malibu.

Adam, you handle it.

- I want to be present, too.
- Not a good idea.

- Why?
- Cause clearly, you're too emotional.

I mean, how could you not be?
The thing had an iPod dock.

Don't think that I don't
know when I'm being mocked.

- I'm not.
- Yes, you are.

Look, suppose you did go.

What would happen if somebody
came in here looking to buy

a peep-toe-slingback,
do-me-like-a-dog pump?

Have you considered the
tragic consequences

of you not being here?

For your information,

our shoe business supports
our law practice.

I'm bringing in money

while you're out there defending
drug addicts for free.

And by the way, I've
totally figured you out.

- Have you now?
- Yes.

You're a pretty bigot.

You were probably picked
on in high school

by the pretty girls who giggled

as you stood by the punch bowl,

waiting for some guy
to ask you to dance.

You have a thing against
the pretties, and

I'm a pretty.

Well, I can't help my looks, okay?

You got to go with what God
gives you, and right now,

I can't go anywhere because
I don't have a car.

Okay, this just needs to be said.

The girl is mentally challenged.

Harry?

The U.S. Attorney just brought
a motion to seal the room.

We need to get to Cleveland now.

Look, I typically don't care
whether a room is sealed or not,

but given Mr. Jefferson's
penchant for publicity,

I have serious concerns
that he might try to...

A shot over the bow.
Is that how we begin?

- Cause let me tell you, Red...
- Tommy.

I meant no disrespect.

You're an excellent attorney.

I certainly know this.

But you're also a
notorious grandstander.

Your Honor, he can say
what he wants about me.

I can take it. I'm a big boy.

But the president of the United States,

our commander-in-chief...

he has declared transparency

to be in the national interest,

in the White House, in
Congress, in the courts.

So, if the United States government

is seeking to ship a bunch of
poor Albinos back to a place

where they will face torture,
then the American public

certainly has a right to know about it.

Mr. Flynn's motion is granted.

What? Why?

Let it go, Tommy.

When you seal a room,

you're suggesting you
have something to hide.

I'd simply like to remind you

of the president's mandate
for transparency.

Thank you, Mr. Jefferson.

The motion is granted.

I'll, uh, explain myself to
the president should he call.

We recieved a tip
that illegal immigrants

were housed at
the aforementioned address.

Myself and several I-C-E Agents
proceeded to raid the premises,

upon which we discovered
the respondents,

all sleeping at the time.

Our entry awakened them,

at which point, they attempted to flee.

Did you identify yourselves
as federal agents?

Yes. That seemed to bring
them little comfort.

They all ran.

We managed to apprehend them.

Upon asking for identification,
it was determined

that they had entered
the country illegally.

At that point, we placed
them under arrest

as status violators.

Is it fair to say that
my clients became scared

when you entered the house?

I would imagine they were scared, yes.

And, honestly, sir, if armed men

suddenly charged into your house
in the middle of the night,

wouldn't your instinct be to flee?

Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt,

but the fear they experienced

during their arrest isn't really
an issue before the court.

Mr. Flynn, you were
careful to introduce

that my clients attempted to flee.

You did so to establish
their guilty state of mind.

Counsel, if and when he
makes that argument,

you can then make yours.

Your Honor, one last item,

because I think it serves as backdrop

as to what both this proceeding
and the United States

of America is.

I'll keep it short.
Two words... melting pot.

I'll say it again. Melting pot.

Thank you, Mr. Jefferson.

I'm touched, as I'm beginning
to suspect, are you.

Let's continue.

Tommy, maybe I should
do this one alone.

Am I off?

I don't quite feel myself. Am I off?

I'm out on bail now.

They say me and this guy Dwayne
stole some TVs from Best Boy.

- Did you?
- No, and I can prove that.

But see, I can't prove it.
You follow?

I don't follow, and when do we
get to the part about my car?

Jenna...

See, at the time the
TVs were being stolen,

I was somewhere else,

but I can't exactly say
where, you follow?

No.

You were stealing something
from somewhere else.

I don't admit that,

but if it were true, it would
be a Mercedes 500 S class.

Still not my car.

And when the cops got
Dwayne, they told him

to give up the guy he
stole the TVs with.

For whatever reason,
Dwayne gave up me,

even though I was completely innocent.

Can we just fast forward

to Jenna's car, please?

I know where it is.

Because you stole it.

What are you looking for, Jamaal?

I need a lawyer on the stolen TV thing.

A good one, not that
lame public defender

they hooked me up with.

Damien says you people are good.

So, basically, if I
represent you on that,

you'll return Jenna's car.

Represent me for free.

And... you have to win.

I think that sounds totally fair.

But may I offer one
little tweak to the plan?

You return my car now, and I don't give

your prints and your DNA to the police.

Cops already got my prints.

Oh, really?

Well, do they have your
digitally recorded confession?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
That ain't the way this works.

Oh, yes, it is.
Jamaal, you seem like a good kid,

but you stole my Malibu, and
that pisses me... Jamaal... off.

Comprendez parlez-vous, Jamaal?

You have pissed me off.

There are witch doctors
who believe that

body parts from Albinos
have supernatural powers.

They use them to make potions.

These potions are supposed
to bring prosperity,

wealth and good luck.

There are Albino hunters

who find albinos and...

The hunters have machetes.

They hack off arms,

legs...

and leave the person to die.

My cousins and I knew

we had to leave Tanzania,

or we would be killed.

The five of us made a plan to leave.

The five of you?

Benjamin.

He didn't make it out.

Benjamin was...?

My brother.

What happened?

The night we were to leave,

he was captured.

Do you know what happened to him?

His arms and legs were cut off.

How old was Benjamin?

Thirteen.

The way my business works is on trust.

I have a trust with the neighborhood.
My word

has to be good with people.
My name is now trash

'cause of that little stunt you just pulled.
You feel me, girl?

- All right.
- There's certain things you don't do.

- You got that?
- I think I do.

Oh. And one of them... we can
now add it to the list...

is steal my car.

Well, you may not get
your car back now.

And I don't know what will happen

'cause you just shot up all
my trust in the neighborhood,

That's what you just did.

May I help you?

My name is Denise Raines.

Jamaal is my brother.

The car thief?

What's going on?

Jamaal said he was in some trouble,

something about stolen televisions.

It's actually a little more serious.

Your brother stole a car.

- Mine.
- Are you sure about this?

I have his confession and his DNA.

- Jenna.
- What?

I'll see that your car is returned.

I'm very sorry.

You look at homeless
people on the street?

I'm sorry?

You know?
You're walking down the street,

homeless person sitting at the curb.
Do you look?

Make eye-contact?

I don't.

They make you nauseous?

No. I don't look 'cause
it depresses me.

Not simply that they're homeless,

but because I can't help.

Not in the whole.

I mean, sure, I should
give the guy ten bucks,

but 30 yards down the street,

there's another one, and another one,

and another one. I don't look

'cause futility overcomes me.

Same with your human
tragedies worldwide.

You got your Somalians, your Haitians.

Today, it's the Tanzanians.

I can't keep up.

There's suffering all
over the world, Harry.

And I can't make a difference,

and the futility of it all...

Well, don't look at the
macro picture, then.

Maybe you can help just one.

Or, in this case, our four clients.

That's futile, too, probably.

This is one lousy time
to be an immigrant.

We're throwing out the
Asians, the Indians,

people who study at Harvard,
Stanford, doctors,

scientists...
We're giving them the heave-ho

when it's in our national
interest to keep them.

Well, the issue isn't
whether we want them.

It's whether they qualify for asylum.

Come on, Harry.

Cases always come down to
what a judge or jury wants.

End of the day, it's what they want,

and trust me, it ain't Albinos.

I'm going to admit something to you.

Confidential.
It's not something I tell people.

I cry when I'm sad.

These cases...

they make me weak.

And for Tommy Jefferson,
that's not something...

It's okay to be weak, Tommy.

Really?

Really.

I'm feeling shame over something I did.

What?

Well...

When the Albinos first
came in to hire me...

mind you, I did not know
their plight at the time...

I told them I was expensive.

I said...

"Be prepared to pay an arm and a leg."

It's one of the reasons i can't
make eye contact with them.

That, and...

they're funny-looking.

I saw that.

You're trying not to laugh.

I saw that.

Tommy Jefferson.

First of all let me say

and I think I can speak
for everybody in this courtroom,

my heart goes out to you
and the other respondents.

This isn't whether the
United States government

sympathizes. We absolutely do.

But I do have some questions.

And I guess my first would be,

"Did you come to America
to seek asylum?"

Yes.

Well, what took you so
long to seek it, then?

You've been here two years.

It seems to me

that most folks who feel they qualify

for legitimate asylum ask for it.

They don't wait to get arrested.

- Objection.
- Overruled.

Now, you came to America before,

to study at Boston
University, did you not?

I did.

And after you graduated,
you chose to go back

to Tanzania. I find that curious,

if you really faced this
type of persecution.

I thought things had progressed.
They hadn't.

Forgive me, and I don't doubt

that these atrocities do occur.

But are you using this persecution

as a pretext to gain
entry into America?

Am I using it as a pretext?

Well, first, you chose to go back.

And then, you're here for two years

with no apparent plan to seek asylum

until you get arrested,
and then, presto,

suddenly you feel persecuted.

It is a little suspicious.

You actually think we're
fabricating the persecution?

I just wonder if you overstate it.

I don't.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Oh, I missed you so much.

My brother was afraid to return it.

He thought he might be set up.

Why would he think that?

Last time he came here, he was set up.

Look. I know you people made no deal

to defend my brother, but...

Well... will you?

He's a decent kid.

He's just fallen into a bad crowd.

If only some lawyer

would take a chance on him.

You can't relate?

Oh, so you did your homework.

I'll pay his legal fees,
if that's your concern.

Look, I'll ask them.

Can't make any promises, but...

I'll ask.

Shifting gears a little,

would you like to get dinner?

I'm a cultural attaché of
the Tanzanian consulate.

As such, I am fully
aware of the atrocities

being carried out against
the Albino people.

Does the government of Tanzania

condone this kind of persecution?

No, we do not.

Yes, there is horrific violence
directed towards these people,

but our government condemns it

and prosecutes those responsible.

It is our duty to protect all
of the citizens of Tanzania,

including Albinos,

and we live up to that responsibility.

These people, the ones running around,

chopping off the arms
and legs of Albinos,

they've all been arrested?

Certainly not all.

- Most of them?
- A lot.

Fantastic. That's really swell.

How many trials have there been?

I would have to check the records.

I could not give you an exact
number off the top of my head.

Well, at least you still
have the top of your head.

That's not something to be taken

for granted in Tanzania, is it?

- You think you're funny?
- Not trying to be. In fact,

I take this matter very seriously.

Does your Tanzanian government?

I just testified that it does.

It just seems, if you were
really serious about ending

the murder and
dismemberment of Albinos,

they'd be convicting more than a few

of these vicious, sadistic monsters.

We have had some trials.

We've obtained convictions.

We have called upon the people
to report these Albino hunters.

And despite all these heroic efforts,

the butchery still goes on.

One reason being, the
people of Tanzania

aren't really so against it, are they?

Gang violence continues to
go on in the United States.

Should one, then, assume the
American people are for it?

We certainly prosecute gang
violence with more vigilance.

You cannot keep all of
your citizens safe.

Neither can we. We don't need

- to flee our country in order...
- Neither do Tanzanians.

That is precisely the point.

There are havens.

Your clients did not seek them.

They opted for the American dream.

If you would like to bestow that
dream, I have no objection,

but do not do so with
bigotry and prejudice

directed towards my country.

I know that if I could
help him get his degree,

and I can, then I could help him

get into a Community College.

No offense. But, uh...

How does somebody from
your neighborhood

get to be a successful real
estate broker at the age of 20?

I got lucky is what it was.

When I was 17, I got a
job cleaning at one

of those high-rise condominium
palaces downtown.

Anyway, they had a lot of vacancies,

and I convinced the owner, who
was also the general manager,

to let me try and sell a unit one day.

How'd you do that?

I flirted.

I'm a good flirt.

Anyway, at the end of the
month, I had sold 12.

You sold 12 units in a month?

I'm a really good flirt.

I'm now the in-house
broker for that building

and six others.

The American dream

is alive and well, Malcolm.

It's just harder to find.

I want to help my brother find it...

before it's too late.

So, we close tomorrow,
then the judge rules.

- What do you think?
- I don't know.

It's getting really contentious.

Heard you got your car back.

Yep, I did.

Wasn't stripped or...

Nope.

Okay, stop it.

Look... when two people,

especially office colleagues,
have a disagreement,

it can cause hurt, pain.

Finally, at some point,
they air it all out,

eventually make up and move on.

What I'd like to do, Jenna,

is pretend we did all that nonsense,

so we can be done with this crap!

You see that?

You so devalue me

that you can't even be bothered

- with having a fight.
- That isn't true.

Yes, it is.

You don't respect me.

You hurt me.

You can't be bothered with trying to...

I get it, Harry.

I get it.

You know what, Jenna?

I am bothered...

and a little hurt myself.

That little "Punch bowl" Remark.

I may not have been picked on

by the pretties, but I
did spend a lot of time

at high school dances
waiting for some boy to...

That hurt, Jenna.

I'm sure to you I may seem

big enough to rise above it... and I am;

I've spent a lifetime rising above it...

but that doesn't mean
the remarks don't hurt.

I'm sorry.

Harry, really,

I...

I had no idea that you were so...

full of crap.

This devaluing of me

has been going on for a long time,

way before I made that
"Punch bowl" Remark.

So don't try to use that as an excuse

to justify all the abuse
that you've heaped on me.

And if you are a person
who seems to know

that remarks cut deep,

then why the hell do you
constantly make them?

Is there liquor in that friggin' room?

Why does she keep going in there?

Can I ask you a question?

Got a girlfriend?

I'm sorry; too forward.

Never mind. I get it.

Do you?

No.

You?

Have a girlfriend? No, I...

Who's calling me at...

Sorry.

Hello?

What?

Jamaal, damn it.

Okay, don't talk to
anybody, I don't care

who pretends to be your
friend, do you hear me?

What?

Denise, what?

He got himself arrested.

He stole a car.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what to do anymore.

I... I don't.

Okay.

Just came from the D.A.'s Office.

The reason they haven't
arraigned you yet,

Jamaal, is you're not really
the one they're after.

They want your boss.

- My boss?
- His code name is "Dick Cheney."

I love that.
They say you might be the only one

who knows who he is.

Who is Dick Cheney?

He runs a car-theft ring, a
pretty sophisticated one,

and your brother is evidently

his first lieutenant.

- That's a lie.
- Oh, my God.

The offer is,

you flip Dick, you walk.

I can't flip. Man's been good to me,

you know what I'm saying?

Plus...

I don't know what he would do if-if...

Is he dangerous?

I don't know. He could be.

Nobody's turned on him before.

He could be.

Well, you got to make
a decision, Jamaal.

How much time do I have on this here?

Well, I don't know. You will get time,

especially if they're
looking to squeeze you.

Three months, probably, could be six.

Look, I need time

- to think about this.
- Well, you don't have long.

If there's no deal, you'll
be arraigned tomorrow.

Let me just ask.

If he agrees to do this

and this Dick Cheney is dangerous,

will the police protect Jamaal?

I doubt that.

Then maybe it's best he just
takes the three months.

You're talking about an
unspeakable type of persecution.

As I said earlier,
everybody in this room

has to sympathize.

But... look, bad criminals
exist everywhere.

Consider Mexico...
the, uh, drug cartels

set their victims on fire,
sometimes behead them.

The problem is, once we open our doors

to every persecuted foreign national,

well, you can watch the lines form.

Homosexuals are still murdered

in parts of Nigeria, Sudan,
Somalia, Saudi Arabia.

In Iran, you are stoned
to death for adultery.

Pakistan, too.

Darfur?

Forget it.

Domestically, we are already

hemorrhaging as it is... we
can't take care of Americans.

We can't feed everybody
here, can't house them,

can't educate or employ them.

This country is an absolute mess.

One in seven people live
below the poverty line,

and we're gonna open our doors
to the rest of the world?

The Mexican citizens alone

would be enough to
bring us to our knees.

It's possible they already have.

And I'm just gonna say this

because it needs to be said.

The stuff that goes on in
Iran, Pakistan, Afghanistan...

how easy would it be for
somebody in Al Qaeda

to come here under the pretext

of being a persecuted citizen

of one of those countries,

gain asylum here,
and become embedded

in the United States?

Now, I'm sorry,

I know that's not you people,

but our courts have to be
mindful of precedents.

Your Honor, you have
to concern yourself

not simply with the immediate
impact of your ruling,

but with the lasting effects as well.

We cannot be the safe haven

for all the world's victims anymore.

It would be nice if we could.

We just can't.

I can't take issue with
much of what he said.

Something tells me you
will, just the same.

Well, I do object to little
throwaways to the Mexicans,

which were designed to push
your anti-immigration button,

if you got one.

I don't.

The Supreme Court said they

couldn't define obscenity,

but they know it when they see it.

Why the hell they were watching
porn isn't clear, but...

I would suppose justice is equally hard

to define...

but I imagine you'd know
it when you see it.

Sending these people back to Tanzania,

where they'd face an
almost certain likelihood

of being hunted down and
having their limbs hacked off,

that can't be any judge's
version of justice.

I doubt very much it's yours.

It's one thing as a policy maker
to say, as did Mr. Flynn,

we can't just open our doors

and throw down the welcome
mat for every persecuted

foreign national.

It's quite another for you as a judge

to take the affirmative step

to send innocent people back to a place

where they will be butchered.

You'd never be able to
tell your grandchildren

that that's what you did today.

And there's a reason for that:

It would shock their conscience,

as it has to shock yours,

as it certainly shocks mine.

True, the Tanzanian Government
officially condemns

the practice, just like
the State of Georgia,

I suppose, bans fellatio.

But I've been to Georgia,
and trust me...

- Counselor.
- My point is,

just because a government
is savvy enough

to use language of deniability,

that doesn't mean these people

should be maimed and dismembered.

I've always felt that our country

and our courtrooms...

have a soul, if you will.

That may sound silly, but...

most legal scholars
will say our justice

is tempered with compassion

and deeply rooted in human rights.

These people...

My God!

Tell you what...

I'll make a deal with you, Judge.

If it feels right to you
to send them back...

do it.

But if it doesn't...

don't.

This is what I don't get.

It's a peeve, a gripe
I got as a taxpayer.

Know what I'm saying?

I mean, if you can crack
it, why can't the police?

This is my taxpayer gripe.
I mean, I know

you're all college-educated
and whoop-de, whoop-de, whoo.

I didn't crack it.
I just asked you to follow a car.

Yeah, but you telling me the
police couldn't follow a car?

What's up with that?

Uh, afternoon, everybody.

How we all doing today?

Cincinnati's finest would
like to know. Man.

Don't let me stop you from
doing your excellent work.

That's a nice blowtorch you
got going there, my friend.

I bet you got that at, like,
Hammock and Schmuckler.

I just need to have a word

with the general manager.

Can you tell me where this per...?

Well, speak of the devil.
How about that?

I checked her employment and
I.R.S. records.

- She paid no taxes and...
- Malcolm,

I wouldn't judge her too harshly.

She came from a horrible neighborhood.

You said her father's dead.

People do what they do
to survive sometimes.

In the process, they
make bad decisions.

- She played me.
- She wasn't totally honest.

That doesn't necessarily
mean she played you.

Okay, she played you.

Look, you used to be a drug addict.

People change.

May...

How long is this going to go on?

Jenna, can you come here
and sit for a second?

Look, you have to understand...

and I mean this constructively...

You annoy me.

It begs the question,
"Why do I keep you around?"

And the answer is...
because I value you enormously.

I mean, look at this place.

You did this.

I certainly know that.

When people step in and say "Wow,"

they're talking about your
accomplishment, not mine.

And I also realize...

I'm a dark person.

And left to my own devices,

as much as I reject your brightness,

your rosy outlook, I know

I perhaps desperately need it.

I'm sorry if I made you feel...

And I can't promise
things will be better.

I am who I am.

Which means,

you need to know that I value you.

However I make you feel,

you need to know it.

Okay.

Okay.

Harry, I like having
these little talks.

Oh.

I'm due back in Cleveland.

My mother used to say
"Tidy up your house

"before inviting guests inside."

Our house is a mess.

We have 44 million Americans

living in poverty.

We are in absolute shambles

when it comes to health care,

education, housing, employment.

How can we possibly tend to
the needs of those abroad

while neglecting the primary ones

of our citizenry here at home?

But Ms. Korn's appeal

to our nation's soul, so firmly rooted

in human rights, is not
lost on this court.

To use a tired but
applicable sports metaphor,

this case is a toss-up.

And in cases of legal toss-ups,

the Supreme Court

has indicated that it would
look to the national consensus.

Translation...

America's conscience du jour.

Mr. Ngezi,

Ms. Sikonge,

Ms. Bundala,

Mr. Mukasa,

the people of the United
States do not want you.

Our national mood of
tolerance, humanity,

compassion has been replaced

with fear, anxiety,

and, yes, selfishness.

The message sent to
our nation's leaders

is as clear as it is overwhelming.

We need to look after our own.

We are a good people, Americans.

It is my sincere belief

that the majority will pray for you.

I assure you

I will pray for you.

I just can't help you.

Adjourned.

I take it she appealed.

She didn't say, but she
sounded pretty low.

Let her know if she needs
me, I'll be at home.

Okay.

You okay, buddy?

Fine.

Can I talk to you?

First, I provide for a lot
of people, including Jamaal.

- If I go to prison...
- You can save that.

- If you think I was using you...
- You were.

Malcolm, if there's one thing

I can't act, it's when I'm
interested in somebody.

I really like you...

You and I got nothing to
talk about, Denise.

- If I could just exp...
- No.

I'll be applying to law school one day.

My associations matter.

You and I got nothing to talk about.

Okay.

We are not giving up on this.

Do you hear me?

We're not giving up.

There are still other
things we can try.

There's still a lot

we can... do.

Lot we can do.

Okay, we need to go.

Thank you,

Ms. Korn.

Mr. Jefferson.

For everything.

You can thank us by not giving up.

Okay, Tommy, now is the
time for you to make noise.

Done.

This just makes me want to quit.

This is the reason you can never quit.

The biggest misperception about justice

is that it's fair.

It's so often not.

The other widely held perception

is that it has a conscience.

That one I still cling to.

I have to.