Hand of God

You okay, Mr. Harris?

Yeah, sure.

Never better.

Give it a minute, then get up.

You heard the man. Give me a damn minute!

If it was up to me,

that would be a fucking electric chair.

Your Honor.

Hey, it's Crystal. Leave a message.

Hey, Chris, it's me.

Look, if you're not ready to come home yet,

it's okay, I get it, but, uh,

I mean, we can visit. All right?

Have dinner with me.

I made a reservation, Court Club, our table.

A little Pinot, filet just exactly the way you like it,

and then... I mean, that's it.

We don't have to talk if you don't want to,

just... please?

If it's a tumor, I want you to tell me

without the normal bullshit, all right?

Just straight to the point and then we're done.

It's not a tumor. Your MRI was fine.

Anyone else, this would be good news.

This can't be right, Doc.

There's something wrong with my brain.

I'm having hallucinations.

Have you thought about talking to a psychiatrist?

I... I'm not talking to any fuckin' psychiatrist.

There's something wrong with my brain.

No, we did a comprehensive scan. It was completely normal.

So you think, but you're not a brain doc.

I know how to read an MRI, Pernell.

Good news?

If there was something wrong with Ella's head,

who would you send her to?

Just answer me that.

There's a guy over at UCSF.

His name is Dr. Olonari.

Thank you.

You ought to let me get rid of these curls, man.

I think people would take you a lot more serious

if you wasn't rockin' the Michael Bolton circa 1986.

No shit.

Curls for the girls. Curls for the girls, my friend.

I don't think I gotta worry about

anybody taking me seriously.

Everybody wants to know how I got Brooks Innovations

to set up shop in San Vicente.

Now I'm about to announce the REAL initiative.

Oh, we're talkin' legendary status, my friend.

Legend.

Talkin' about that little charter school thing?

Yes, that little $40 million charter school thing.

All right? Tell 'em, son.

How many national publications

I got lookin' to do a profile piece on me?

Time, The New Yorker, The Atlantic.

Don't forget the American Prism.

Dad, we don't need to be dealin' with a reporter

you got history with.

Or maybe it's smart to have a friend

who knows me and the city to tell the story.

What friend we talkin' about?

- Isadora Williams. - Ahhh, man.

Sounds like you thinkin' with the wrong head, man.

Come on, Jackie, you know I'm smarter than that.

Sure, okay.

Three ex wives, six rug rats.

The facts speak for themselves.

That's it. That's it.

Pot of tea, no lemon, no honey, no sugar, no milk.

Just tea.

Thank you, Caleb.

You don't waste time.

I like that.

Ashna.

Excuse me?

Katsorti, Mohini, Savitri.

Sir, only language I'm familiar with is American.

Can I get you something else?

Those are names.

Indian names.

Asam names. Maybe the names of the women

that picked the tea leaves in this very bag right here.

That's cool. I need to go fill...

One of them, maybe it was Ashna,

she got up early in the morning before the sun,

and she picked these leaves.

Someone else, maybe Katsorti,

she took her father's shitty truck,

and she drove it down the winding mountain

until she got to a ship,

captained by Savitri, she brought it here.

Now you and I we both know that

it wasn't a woman who captained that ship.

I know. It's a nice story.

And I think I'd like for it to be true.

So I'm gonna keep it that way.

Is that okay by you?

I guess so.

But you said fuck Ashna, didn't you?

Fuck Savitri, your motherfuckin' story.

- No, sir, I didn't say that. - That's what you said.

Shh.

You said you brought me this lukewarm fuckin' water

like it didn't matter if their effort, their life's work,

their art amounted to anything, and fuck me.

Fuck me, fuck me for ordering it

in the first place, right?

We all have a role to play, Caleb.

All of us.

It doesn't matter if we don't like it.

Or if it doesn't fit us. What matter is that we do it.

Yeah? And if we're lucky, we're really, really lucky,

we get a minute or two

to enjoy a nice hot cup of tea.

Good.

Tammy asked me to meet her here.

Me, too.

Looks like she's playing peacemaker.

I always thought you were the sneaky one.

Okay, I didn't mean to drag up things

there's no point talking about anymore.

Well...

I know I said things you don't want to hear.

I guess we're even.

Jesus.

Neither one of us can apologize worth a shit.

Hey. They expelled Denise.

What? Why?

Protesting about this stupid book.

There were, like, 50 kids there,

and Denise is the one they expel.

That's bullshit.

How do they justify singling her out?

She was the instigator. That's what Wasser said.

They sat there in front of the library.

We're not talking march on fuckin' Washington here.

I told you that principal had it out for her.

Whoa, whoa, wait. Matt Wasser?

- Yeah. - You know he was in my class.

Did he have a stick up his ass back then?

He had my finger up his ass.

- Oh, Chris. - I'm kidding.

Did you talk to him?

He wouldn't see me.

His secretary said that he was in a conference.

I sat there and waited for two hours, he wouldn't see me.

Yeah, well, he's gonna see me.

Uh-uh, no, no.

My kid, my problem. I will handle this.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Where's your guy?

Gone. You're 45 minutes late, Pernell.

People have lives, jobs.

I said I'm sorry, okay?

Well, you're here now. Something we need to talk about.

Look, I need to go to San Francisco.

Ask Dan for another day pass.

- No, I'm not going to do that for you. - Adam.

This is important.

More important than the witness statement

from Mike Alcala?

MacCauley sent it over this morning.

You should have a look.

Can you just tell me what it says?

"Mr. Alcala was returning home late from work one night

"when he saw you pull something large and wrapped in plastic

"out of a church van, and drag it into

"into Julio Farcas' back yard."

Oh, shit.

Exactly.

If this witness takes the stand,

he draws a straight line through everything,

and that line leads to you.

It's time to be straight up with me, Pernell.

What do I need to know about you and Shane Caldwell,

and Julio Farcas?

Give me a chance to win this trial.

We'll deal with this when I get back from San Francisco.

You're not going to San Francisco,

you're on house arrest.

You leave San Vicente, you go to jail.

Wow.

Wisdom tooth.

Who has wisdom teeth anymore?

Talk to Stanton.

Her Honor was very clear when she let you go to Stockton.

It was a one time thing.

Now, we have more important things to focus on,

like the witness statement on your desk

that will put you in prison for life.

Tell her it's a medical emergency.

That's not going to fly, Pernell.

They have doctors in San Vicente.

No, I... I gotta go.

Pernell.

Pernell. Pernell!