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Hey. It's time.

Samir, come on.

Hello, Mumma.

What time will you be home?

I'm making lazakiyat for dessert.

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

- Just tell me when to expect you.

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

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

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

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

No, I don't.

My clients here. I have to go.

Okay, okay. Hurry home.

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

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

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

Thank you.

Uh no, I was talking to my driver.

Uh, just to Boston for a conference.

Well, he's sick of waiting.

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

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

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

you mind if we get going? - Right.

Excuse me, have I driven you before?

Sorry?

You look familiar.

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

I knew you looked familiar.

I knew I recognized you.

Mystery solved.

You're famous.

I wouldn't say that.

Your face is everywhere.

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

so I'm surprised you even recognized me.

I'm Samir, by the way.

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

It's nice to meet you, Samir.

Oh, excuse me.

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

Glad you finally came to your senses.

Oh, thank you for getting me here so fast.

That's not necessary.

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

Please. I insist.

Hey, Mr. B.

You still at the airport?

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

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

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

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

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

Terminal C or you can hand in your keys.

- Ryan. - What?

- Just wait until we get to the hotel.

- Sorry. - Oh! Oh my god!

What the hell?

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

- Oh my god! - Here. Some wipes.

Keep your eyes on the road!

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

We'll get it reimbursed, babe.

Unbelievable.

I got it out.

What about this stain here?

That's not coffee,

it's just water. I wiped it.

- It needs professional cleaning.

Seriously?

- That and the client's dry-cleaning

are comin' out of your pay cheque.

: Wanker.

Did you say something?

Me?

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

Did this to me last week,

docked me for wearing my Liverpool tie.

At least I wore a damn tie.

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

I can't.

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

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

- Again? That's what, three times?

This is number four.

Well, best of luck then.

Hello?

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

Hi.

This is Alice Baylor.

You dropped me off a couple hours ago.

I know.

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

I thought I'd left it at security

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

oh my god, I can finally breathe.

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

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

Do you mind holding on to it?

I can have someone from my office come get it.

- Or I can pick you up at the airport

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

When do you land?

Um... 12:15.

That's fine. Same airline?

Yeah.

Oh shoot, we're boarding. Finally.

Um, thank you so much, Samir.

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

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

Okay. Bye.

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

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

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

Must be nice.

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

You have such beautiful hands

but maybe you should consider dermatology.

Most of the procedures take less than two minutes,

and there's none of that hassle with insurance.

- I thought you wanted me to save lives.

What about melanoma?

Did you take another practice test?

The defendant, Samir Khalil.

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

hard-working, young man.

A refugee from Syria,

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

His lawyer will tell you Mr. Khalil

has no previous criminal record. No history of violence.

What he won't tell you

is that Samir Khalil lived a secret life.

A secret life animated by rage and obsession.

One he kept hidden from the world,

until it metastasized into something far worse.

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

But the facts will prove otherwise.

He knows full well this was no accident.

What he did?

It was murder.

Plain and simple.

- You have 15 minutes left on this section.

: Sir. Sir, you need to sign out.

- Mate! Wait, what are you doing here?

I thought you had your exam.

Come in, come in. Come in.

Uh, you remember Pete and Shawna.

- Hey, man. - Hi, Samir.

- This is Shawna's cousin, Becky.

Hi, Becky.

Let's get you a beer.

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

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, mate.

There's another half to go, you know.

What's going on?

I didn't finish.

I couldn't.

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

Right.

- I thought I was ready this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

...she's given everything.

- It's your life mate, not hers.

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

Just tell her the truth.

And in the meantime,

let's try and get you laid.

Hmm? Hey!

Come on, Becky's here for the week.

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

You'll be all right, silly sausage.

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

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

: Come on. : That's it. Come on.

: Let's go, let's go. : Come on. Come on!

What's wrong with you?!

: Why are you like this? : He's got two left feet!

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

: Told you.

Yeah, eight months

and the whole time he was cheating on me.

And he totally gaslit me too.

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

It's rough out there, innit?

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

It just sucks like...

...he really got me, you know?

Like even his Tinder profile, before we even met,

we had the same taste in everything.

We loved all the same stuff.

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

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

I know I can.

Good luck with that one.