Inheritance (2020) - full transcript
A patriarch of a wealthy and powerful family suddenly passes away, leaving his wife and daughter with a shocking secret inheritance that threatens to unravel and destroy their lives.
What lens are you on?
Can we get a camera
set up over here?
Thank you, Janine. I'm here at
the New York County Courthouse,
waiting for Lauren Monroe to
give a statement to the press.
Sir, one moment, please.
Set it up over there.
I'll be right there.
Make sure we have full access
to the SEC filings.
Let's get updated lists of
shell companies ASAP as well.
And keep having everyone
comb for discrepancies
in the shareholder reports.
I need a meeting
with Haeven at 2:00.
Please! I can't answer
all your questions at once!
Okay, one at a time.
Katie, go ahead.
What do you say
to those who think
that Wall Street has corrupted
the justice system?
Well, after my first year
as district attorney,
I'd say that my conviction rate
speaks for itself.
Victims and their families have
always been my only concern,
not bankers and brokers.
Beautiful morning,
isn't it, Lauren?
Save your bullshit for the jury.
- It's time we talk plea deal.
- We did. I turned it down.
Is it true that
Thomas Reindorff's legal team
reached out with a plea deal?
A plea deal
without restitution
for the $3.5 billion dollars
he defrauded investors
is no plea deal
I would ever accept.
There's no way
you can prove my client
was aware of
or condoned the actions
- of a few rogue traitors.
- Watch me.
You can rest assured
they'll face their own day
in court for collusion.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please put your hands together
for District Attorney
Lauren Monroe!
Your brother's running
for reelection to Congress
with less than ten days to go.
A conviction would be
very convenient
in helping the family image.
Thank you, thank you.
My brother has one thing
no other opponent does:
tenacity.
Ladies and gentlemen,
my brother,
Congressman William Monroe.
And as far as my brother's
reelection campaign goes,
I'm sure he'd donate blood
in exchange for your vote.
Speaking of the election,
is there any credence
to the New York Post article
that claims your brother
traded favors
in exchange for union support?
Absolutely not.
Desperation
looks good on you, Robert.
Your father would've
told you to take the deal.
Your client
is a sociopathic liar
that defrauded people of
their pensions and life savings.
We're just now getting in word
about your father's accident.
I...
We just received notice
that he was found dead
at your family's summer house.
Can you please comment on your
father's death, Miss Monroe?
Thank you. It's an incredible
honor to be here with you.
Lauren!
One statement about your father!
That'll be all for now.
That's enough!
Jackie, get them out of here!
Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Hey, take care, okay?
Hey, listen, I gotta be back
at the station at 4:00,
but I'm sorry
for your loss, Lauren.
Thanks for all your help,
Emilio.
- Take care, okay?
- Thanks.
You're better at this
than I am.
Well, I had plenty of practice.
You just nod and shake hands.
A heart attack.
I mean, how'd that even happen?
Dad was in better shape
than either of us.
What are we gonna do
about Mom?
Just surround her with friends,
And we'll find her an apartment
on Zillow, closer to us.
Look, I can only stay
until the reading of the will.
Campaign's a circus.
Hey, Dad was proud of you.
Maybe in public,
but we both know
you were the golden child.
Can't believe
it's already been a week.
It's the beginning of the end.
I know how
to play the game.
This game, like life,
requires forethought.
It's not about where you are.
It's where you'll be
in ten moves or ten years.
You are not allowed
to be average.
We all have to put up with
things that we don't like,
so grow up, pick a firm,
and learn how to win.
Checkmate.
"I leave Catherine in sole
control of the family estate
and my voting rights
on the board of directors.
To my son, William,
I leave the sum
of $20 million.
To Lauren, I leave $1 million.
$50 million is to be split
equally between the Police
and Firemen's Benevolent Fund
and the Harvard School
of Medicine.
This is my Last Will
and Testament.
Archer Monroe."
Thank you, Harold.
That'll be all.
I need some air.
Thank you, Harold.
Thank you for everything
you've done for us, Harold.
I know that
you and my dad were close.
There's actually...
something I need
to discuss with you.
Your father left this
for you and you alone.
I knew your father
for 31 years, Lauren.
He was proud of
the woman you became.
Don't let the inheritance
speak otherwise.
Thank you.
Okay.
Lauren, it pains me to do this,
and if you have received this,
it means that I never
found the courage
to tell you
while I was alive or...
I died before
I handled it myself.
And for that...
for many things...
forgive me.
We've all made mistakes.
This was mine.
It is a secret you must
carry to your grave.
You are the eldest,
and as such,
I think you'll understand
why it had to be you.
The answer lies buried
near your fort.
I must be vague
in case of prying eyes,
but above all things...
the truth...
must stay buried.
Deepest apologies.
Dad.
Come on, Ted, how many
years have we know each other?
There is absolutely no truth
whatsoever in the Post article.
Look, my family has always
supported you in the...
Lauren, wait!
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait.
Are you okay?
What else would I expect?
Do you wanna talk about it?
No, I just...
I just want a moment
by myself.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
You look
very pretty today.
Two sugar cubes?
Lauren!
This is off-limits.
Jesus!
Okay, okay.
911, what's your emergency?
Hello, hello?
Hello?
Ma'am, we just received a call
from this number.
Is everything all right?
Yeah, sorry, um...
My daughter was playing
with my phone, so...
I won't let it happen again.
I promise.
Okay, ma'am, please be
more careful in the future.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Listen, I don't know
why Dad did that.
Sure you do.
What's wrong with you?
You look awful.
Just got a little queasy
on my walk.
Okay.
Let's split it.
I really, really don't care,
Will, okay? Seriously.
Use it for your campaign
or something.
I hope I still have your vote.
Well, that depends
on your policies.
Weren't you supposed
to be gone already?
Yeah, actually,
but you try pulling Mom away
from her favorite granddaughter.
Lose a hand.
Oh.
We built a beautiful life
together, didn't we?
What's wrong?
It's everything, honestly.
Your father was proud of you.
Even when he didn't show it,
he was proud of you.
I know there's gonna be
blood in the water,
and the press
are gonna be digging,
pointing their spotlight
on all of us.
Are there any old enemies
of Dad's
that I should be aware of?
We both know he was no saint,
but that is not
your burden to carry.
It's mine.
Well, I should know.
Maybe I can help.
You wanna help?
Crucify Reindorff.
Win that case
and help your family
win reelection.
Good night, Claire-Bear.
I love you.
I love you too, Mama.
Sure you don't
want us to stay?
No. I just need some time
to think.
But I'll see you guys
tomorrow night.
- I love you.
- Love you.
All finest schools,
the most prestigious firms
require...
I don't want to represent
your rich friends!
Why is that so wrong?
You are throwing it all
away to be a civil servant,
just like your boyfriend.
Fiancé.
Okay, that's enough!
- Both of you.
- Talk to your daughter.
You're acting
like this is
some kind of prison sentence.
It is.
Hey.
Can you hear me?
Hey!
Oh, shit!
Shit.
Shit.
Nice mask.
Who are you?
I like masks.
Answer the question.
Where's Archer?
Tell me your name.
John.
John what?
Doe.
You think this is a game?
You're chained up in a bunker,
and I wanna know why.
Show me your face,
Lauren Elizabeth Monroe.
You want answers?
Look me in the eye and ask.
Born November 7th, 1989.
You have a younger brother,
William.
As DA, you advocate for
the innocent and downtrodden
to appease your conscience
for being born into wealth
and because you knew
your father would disapprove.
You used to bite
your nails incessantly,
unless, of course,
you've kicked that habit.
You have a daughter, Claire,
a husband, Scott,
who you married against
your father's wishes.
Should I continue,
or will you take off
that ridiculous mask?
It's good to finally meet you.
Who are you?
I'd like to think
I'm a member of the family
after all these years.
What do you mean, years?
Exactly that.
Years.
So tell me,
what happened to your dad?
Oh.
How'd he die?
My condolences.
So he left me to you.
That's quite the inheritance.
So explain yourself.
A man in your position,
only bad things come to mind.
Are you good, Lauren?
Who else knows you're here?
Answer the question.
Are you a good person?
I'd like to think so.
Then let me go.
It's what a good person
would do.
You know it's not that simple.
You got a lot to lose.
I have already lost everything.
I need to know why you're here.
Your needs?
Your needs?
You wanna know my name?
You want the truth?
Well, I want the juiciest steak
on God's green Earth.
Rare.
Baked potato, all the fixings.
I want a Caesar salad,
bread and butter,
packet of Gauloises cigarettes,
some chocolate,
a newspaper,
and a 30-year-old
bottle of scotch,
aged for every year
of my captivity.
You give me what I asked for,
and I will tell you everything.
I need answers.
And I need a steak.
And while we're at it,
I want a shave.
I wanna feel more like
a human being again.
Now, we both know your
conscience, though pained,
is not gonna just
let me go, not yet.
But when all is said and done,
you will know the truth,
and you will set me free.
You're really gonna
play it that way?
Look around.
You're the one in chains.
I could just let you
rot in here,
close the door
and walk away.
But you won't.
You really wanna risk that
for a steak?
Wait.
I'd also really like
a slice of key lime pie.
And I would appreciate
that shave.
C-Can I have the light
a little longer?
Your father would only leave it
on an hour or so after he left.
This is Detective
Emilio Sanchez, 75th Precinct.
Leave me a message
and I'll come back to you
as soon as I can.
Sanchez, hey, it's me.
I just emailed you
a set of prints
I need you to get
into the system ASAP.
Call me on my cell. Bye.
Hey, honey. Sorry.
Couldn't connect to you
for some reason.
Hey.
How was last night?
Good, yeah.
I was just going through
some of Dad's old things.
You wanna talk about it?
Maybe tonight.
I'm actually headed
into court right now, so...
Already here.
Don't forget.
Claire's recital
this afternoon.
Yeah, okay.
Well, I love you.
Love you.
Bye.
Ohh...
God help me if that isn't the
finest thing I've ever smelled.
I brought you your food,
so let's talk.
And talk we will.
But first...
Mmm!
Mmm.
You can't imagine
what this means to me.
Thank you.
What happened between
you and my dad?
You're not like him.
I suspect you're better
than he ever was.
You've been deflecting my
questions ever since I got here.
How's Catherine taking this?
She was always
such a beautiful woman.
My family is off-limits.
A lawyer, a banker,
and a politician.
The unholy trinity.
Quite the family.
When I get back,
you're going
to tell me the truth,
or it's the last time
you'll see me.
Lauren, where the hell are you?
Eddie, I'm gonna be
late for court.
I'm sorry, but of
all the days to be late?
Yeah, I know.
Look, I need you
to run the trial.
Haeven is gonna eat me alive.
You're going to be fine.
And don't let Robert
toss the SEC filing on...
I know about the SEC filings.
- I'll be there soon.
- Lauren, Lauren...
1-1/2 cup of finely crushed
Graham crackers,
one-third of a cup of
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three tablespoons of sugar,
a can of sweetened
condensed milk,
one-half cup
of key lime juice,
one container
of whipped topping.
Let's have some answers.
Forgive me. I just...
Once a year, Christmas,
your father would
bring me chocolate.
Not a whole bar,
just a little tiny square.
It was my one treat
for the year,
then he'd put it up there
for the rest of the year
to taunt me,
along with the pictures he took.
Pictures?
In the cigar box.
What is this?
It's my life.
You, uh...
You want some?
It's all yours.
My name is Morgan.
Morgan Warner.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
It's been a long time
since I had any human contact.
You know, just to touch
someone's skin.
I used to smoke Gauloises
cigarettes back in the day.
It was a habit I picked up
because I thought it would
make me appear more refined.
Get to the point.
I was a foolish young man
when I met your father.
We had similar vices.
Gambling, ego, women.
That was the greatest time
of my life.
We became partners.
Archer was fearless,
but he couldn't read people.
He was so young and careless
back then.
So you helped him
become a card shark?
Oh, no, he was already a shark.
I just provided an edge.
If there's one thing
your father wanted
in business, cards, politics,
it was an edge.
What happened between you?
I was gonna become a doctor.
I could've done so much
with my life.
- That night...
- What happened?
We'd had a few drinks
before leaving the summer house
for a big game in the city.
We should never have been
on the road.
I'll never forget that sound.
It happened so fast.
My heart was pounding like it
was gonna burst in my chest.
And my mouth,
I could barely swallow,
I was so scared.
He was just a kid.
He was like us.
I figured the only thing
we could do was call the police
and, you know, say
there had been an accident.
But, uh, he panicked.
He said we couldn't.
He said the cops would be
looking for his dented car.
He said he'd go to jail,
that he'd lose everything.
"If there's no body,
there's no crime.
If there's no body,
there's no crime."
He kept saying it
over and over again.
"If there's no body,
there's no crime."
I-I tried to do
the right thing.
My dad killed a man?
It was an accident.
But paranoia infected him.
What happened to the body?
We buried it.
That is to say,
your father buried it.
I wanted no part of it.
I wasn't about to cover up
a homicide.
You know, I mean,
an accident is one thing, but...
Maybe I should have.
Maybe I'd still have a life.
Morgan!
Who was he?
I don't know.
You buried a body
and didn't even bother
to find out who it was?
I had slightly more pressing
matters at hand.
What would you have done?
Would you have buried him
and walked away,
or would you have made the call
to the police?
I'd like to think
I'd make the call.
Well, then you would
be here like me.
- Why go to all this trouble?
- Why not just kill me?
I begged him to.
Days turned into weeks,
then months,
then so much time had gone by,
he couldn't bring himself
to let me go.
He was scared
I'd turn him in.
I wouldn't have said a word.
Not a word...
if it'd have bought me
my freedom.
If Archer had a conscience,
he would've just
put me out of my misery.
Instead, he offered me
the chance to kill myself.
But no matter the agony,
the hopelessness,
my life had meaning.
My survival
would be my revenge.
But people must have
missed you,
looked for you.
He said I stole his winnings,
left the country.
How do I know that
you're telling me the truth?
It's not like my dad's here
to defend himself.
I said your father
had three vices.
Poker, obviously,
ego, of course,
but we haven't even begun
to discuss the women.
One woman in particular.
What does it have
to do with anything?
You said you could
handle the truth.
Archer loved your mother,
but, uh, Sofia...
she was everything
your mother was not.
Uncomplicated,
unrestrained,
free from conformity.
Sofia wasn't an affair.
She was an obsession,
providing for Archer's
darker appetites.
He used to call her
his Gypsy Rose.
You must have had
some kind of inclination...
I don't believe you.
Why not?
Since the world has turned,
powerful men
have kept mistresses,
and he kept her
till his dying day.
He wouldn't do that to my mom.
Does any daughter
really know her father?
You're lying.
I don't expect you
to take my word for it, okay?
- Why don't you go check?
- How?
He used to visit her
every Tuesday,
72nd and Parkway.
- Her name is Sofia Fiore.
- Bullshit.
If you don't believe me,
go ask Harold.
I'm sure he kept an entirely
separate inheritance for her.
- She was the love of his life.
- Shut the hell up!
If you're lying,
I swear you'll
never see me again.
What if I'm not?
Can you check to see if
there were any missing persons
named Morgan Warner
during the late '80s?
Morgan Warner.
Yeah, okay.
What's it for?
My dad left him something
in his will,
and I'm trying to find out
what happened to him.
No emails.
Just forward whatever you find
on to my parent's
summer house.
All right.
Well, I'm glad you decided
to join us, Ms. Monroe.
May it please the court,
I'd like to offer my sincere
apology to Your Honor
and the ladies and gentlemen
of the jury.
What did I miss?
Besides the birth
of my 15 ulcers?
Court is in session.
Mr. Haeven,
please call your next witness.
1-1/2 cups of finely crushed
Graham crackers,
one-third of a cup of butter,
three tablespoons of sugar,
one can of sweetened
condensed milk,
one-half cup
of key lime juice,
one container
of whipped topping.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Press into baking tray.
Bake for eight to 10 minutes.
Leave to cool.
1-1/2 cups of finely crushed
Graham crackers,
one-third of a cup of butter,
three tablespoons of sugar,
one can of sweetened
condensed milk,
one-half cup
of key lime juice,
one container
of whipped topping.
Beat milk and lime juice
together until thick and smooth,
fold in whipped topping,
spoon into cool pie crust,
cover and refrigerate
for one hour or till set.
It's a dessert
the whole family will love.
Can I help you?
I'm here to see Sofia Fiore.
Your name, please?
Lauren Monroe.
One moment, please.
I have Lauren Monroe here
to see you, ma'am.
Yes, ma'am.
Sofia Fiore?
Please come in, Lauren.
Why are you here?
I found your name
in my dad's will.
Maybe you can tell me
how you two met.
Do you really wanna know?
Yes.
At a poker game.
And you were together for...
He never stopped loving your
mother, if that's what you mean.
How long?
Many years.
I wish I didn't have to be here,
but I'm just trying
to put the pieces together.
So I apologize for asking,
but did my dad ever pay you
for your company?
We took care of each other.
That care helped me
earn a master's and a career.
How we started
is not where we ended up.
Who is this?
My son.
Alex.
Your half-brother.
Jesus Christ.
No... No one can know.
This would literally
kill my mom.
Lauren, you came to me.
We have our own life.
And your son?
He doesn't know you exist.
I have to go.
Mm-hmm. Right.
Even for a lawyer, Harold,
you're a goddamn
snake in the grass.
Let me call you back.
Lauren, what the hell
is going on?
Sofia Fiore.
What about her?
All these years, you knew.
Every family gathering,
you lied to our faces.
To my mom's face.
I'm your father's lawyer,
Lauren.
- And his friend.
- And as both,
it wasn't my business
to do either.
You don't think I didn't try
to talk some sense into him?
- What am I supposed to do?
- Walk away.
And if someone finds out?
She won't say a word.
She never has.
She signed
a nondisclosure agreement.
Of course.
How much?
Does it matter?
How much?
What else was my dad hiding?
This is it.
He's dead, Harold!
He's... He's dead.
My mom,
my brother's career,
my career.
I-I need to know
if there are more skeletons.
Nothing that can harm you.
What does that mean?
It means...
walk away.
I've protected your family
for decades.
I know things
I'll take to the grave.
Your father trusted me, Lauren,
I suggest you do the same.
Did my dad ever mention a man
named Morgan Warner to you?
Doesn't sound familiar.
I'd like you
to help me find some stats,
maybe old guarantees.
- Also the research.
- Got it.
- Thanks, Jen.
- Of course.
Hey, Mom.
What a welcome surprise.
You've come to join
the war effort?
Ay.
You know, they have
a speechwriter for that.
Yeah, well, we can't afford
to make the slightest mistake.
Not now.
Not after all this hard work.
- How's your case?
- It's good.
You know, that case
makes me miss being a lawyer.
Listen, I was going through
some of Dad's old things.
Some guy named Morgan Warner,
does that name ring a bell?
Morgan?
I don't think so.
We met so many people. Why?
Oh, I just thought that maybe
I could get to know Dad better
through old friends.
That reminds me.
I have something for you.
I will not let money
tear this family apart.
You deserve the same
as your brother.
I don't want it.
I never did.
Your father had no right
to do what he did.
I don't care you have to do.
Just get it done.
I'm surrounded by jackals.
- Hi.
- What's going on?
Well, we got a sympathy bump
in the polls,
police and firemen's unions
are backing us,
thanks to Dad's donation,
but my lead is within
the margin of error.
Some polls say I'm slipping.
Goddamn New York Post article
saying I paid off union reps
isn't exactly
helping perception.
You didn't, right?
Of course not.
It's a smear campaign.
But, Lauren, listen.
I need you at the rally
tomorrow night.
Just give a short speech,
shake some hands,
kiss a few babies...
It's the worst time.
With the Reindorff case,
I'm barely staying afloat.
I know, but look, it's all hands
on deck right now, okay?
Mom will be there, the mayor.
I need my sister
to get up there,
flash that beautiful smile
and help us win this thing.
I'll be there.
- Thank you, honey.
- Thank you.
Believe me now?
Why didn't you tell me
he had a son?
And ruin the surprise?
How is Alex?
This isn't funny.
No.
But it's proof.
What do you say
we take this off now?
What else, hmm?
What else do you know?
Everything.
I was your father's confessor.
I mean, I hated the man,
yet I lived vicariously
through him.
Each conversation was, uh...
all I had.
Look, I know this is
a lot to swallow,
but truth is, Archer only ever
looked out for Archer.
He was a bad husband,
he's a shitty father,
and a worse friend.
If it's any consolation,
he admired you
for the mother you've become.
I was a good parent
because he wasn't.
It must have been hard.
What?
Trying to please him,
rebel against him
at the same time.
How do I know you're telling
the truth about the body?
Dig it up.
Where's it buried?
I couldn't possibly describe
that to you after all this time.
Try.
The only way
is to take me there.
If you think
that I'm gonna let you...
You're a lawyer.
You know the sentence for aiding
and abetting a kidnapping,
for false imprisonment,
for torture, duress?
I know the law.
Yeah.
No more games.
Tell me the truth.
I told you
the truth about Sofia.
I want my freedom, Lauren.
I've earned it.
Doesn't mean that you're
not lying about this.
Take me there.
Dig up the truth.
If you try something...
I am an old man now.
It's been such a long time
since I've seen
the outside world,
it's probably gonna
give me a heart attack.
Ah...
Move!
It's more beautiful
than I remember.
Oh, God. It's almost
too painful to bear.
- Thank you.
- Come on.
I just... I took so much
for granted, you know.
Just the trees and the...
the night sky, fresh air.
God.
- Let's go, come on.
- Yeah, right, sorry.
- Let's go.
- Yeah.
I'm gonna take this call.
You're not gonna say one word.
You're not even gonna breathe,
do you understand me?
Not one word.
Hey, I've been meaning
to call you.
Where are you?
You haven't returned
my calls or texts.
I left messages at your office.
It's been a horrible day.
I'm sorry.
I should have reached...
You can't just
vanish on me like this.
You remember Claire's recital,
the one you promised
you wouldn't miss?
It's a huge ordeal
to get her to go to bed
because you didn't call back,
you didn't say sorry,
you didn't say good night.
Yeah, look, I know.
I-I total...
I'm sorry. I promise I'll
make it up to you guys, okay?
- Your voice sounds like...
- Look, I can't talk right now!
Trouble at home?
I'm sure Scott's
just missing you.
Goddamn it,
do not talk about my family.
You wanna end up
back in that hole?
- No? Then shut up.
- Okay.
- Move.
- All right.
I feel like
we're driving in circles.
We're almost there.
Just keep going straight.
Oh, oh, here.
Turn down here.
There, just to the right.
Right, right, right.
How far?
Just keep going.
For how long?
Do you want answers or not?
We're close.
We're almost there,
I'm telling ya.
Oh, stop.
Stop the car.
Take this.
Morgan.
Morgan!
There.
That's where we buried him.
Sit over there
and keep lying on the ground.
You move, I shoot.
It's that simple.
You sure you don't
want me to dig?
Your dad did.
I prefer you in cuffs.
Suit yourself.
- When you find the body...
- If!
- When you find the body...
- Shut up! I mean it.
All right.
There's nothing here.
Oh, he's there.
Where, huh? Where?
Okay, this is all
some bullshit lie.
We're in the middle
of fucking nowhere.
Please, just trust me.
How can I trust you?
I don't even know you, okay?
I'm already out
on a fucking limb, trying...
Light.
Jesus Christ.
Told ya.
Shut up!
So what happens now?
Put the collar back on.
W-We found the body.
I need to think.
About what? I'm...
I'm innocent.
It's not that black or white.
I see, I see.
Even now you are
protecting your father.
Not my father. My family.
What about justice?
Isn't that why you
became a lawyer?
What about everything I've lost?
What about my mother, huh?
Her son just vanishes
off the face of the Earth?
No closure?
Not even a funeral?
It's just there's no love
or compassion,
not even a window
to see the sun.
Every day, protein powder,
peanut butter and water.
Could you live like that?!
Could you?
Days that last as long as years!
Nothing to celebrate!
Just one fucking piece of
chocolate every Christmas!
What do you want me to say?
I didn't do this to you!
But you could change it!
If you walk away,
you're worse than he is.
Will you be able
to look into Scott's eyes?
Or Claire's? Or yours?
Put it back on!
I am an innocent man.
You give me my life back.
Put it on!
- All right, all right.
- Put it on.
This is not my responsibility,
do you understand me?
I didn't ask for this.
This is not my fault.
You think just because
you show me a body,
and you told me
about his mistress
that that means I believe you,
and I trust you?
It doesn't prove anything.
It doesn't prove anything!
It proves everything!
- Come on.
- I need more.
What do you want from me,
to just conjure evidence?
Your father erased
every trace of my existence!
You gotta give me
something else!
I can't! I can't!
Goddamn it!
You're just like your father!
You offer false hope, and then
you just take it all away.
God knows how many good years
I've got, Lauren.
Just, please, let me have them.
Oh, God.
All right.
Look, I know what
you're thinking, okay?
And I understand.
"If I set him free,
is he gonna go to the cops
or the media?
Is he gonna destroy
my family name?
My brother's political career?
My career?
Am I gonna break
your mother's heart?"
I swear, I swear
I will just, I will vanish.
I just wanna salvage
what few years I have left.
Please, please, Lauren.
Be a good person.
I beg you.
I beg you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
No.
Lauren!
Pick up, pick up!
All you two care about
is money and legacy.
I know that it's late,
but I really need
that missing persons
information ASAP, okay?
What's going on with that?
I don't have it yet.
Show me your face.
Privilege is not given.
It's earned.
I know exactly
the kind of person it takes
to earn your privilege.
A lawyer, a banker,
and a politician.
- It's in a warehouse in Queens.
- Fuck!
The unholy trinity.
I want my freedom.
Send the hard copy file
to the Monroe manor.
Dad, say something.
Close the door
on your way out.
It is protected,
and it has a price.
Quite the family.
Checkmate.
I'm so sorry, Claire-bear.
I love you.
I love you too, Mommy.
The congressional
race is in a dead heat.
With only two days to go,
each candidate is pulling out
all the stops.
Incumbent William Monroe
is trying to lock down
his second term
in the face of allegations
that his campaign
has been trading favors
for union vo...
Bring me up to speed
before we begin.
Here's the updated list
of shell companies
from forensic accounting.
Give me the highlights.
All rise!
Please be seated.
To be very clear
for the jury,
confirm how many traders worked
on behalf of their clients,
in full control
of their own accounts,
outside of Mr. Reindorff's
direct supervision?
- 324.
- 324.
And how many trades a day
were completed on average
by these 324 traders?
Around 2,500.
- 2,500 trades a day?
- That's correct.
I further put it to you
that Ms. Monroe,
desperate to step out
of her late father's shoes...
She's dragging my client's
impeccable reputation
through the mud.
The state should be
ashamed of her.
Your witness, Ms. Monroe.
Ms. Monroe?
Ms. Monroe!
No questions, Your Honor.
In that case,
this court is adjourned
until 9 a.m. tomorrow morning.
The witness
is free to step down.
I'll call you later.
You don't call ahead anymore?
Did you set up the account?
- What is this?
- Gypsy Rose, LLC.
I'm not at liberty...
Stop!
I don't wanna hear it.
I can't hear it.
This is a major
conflict of interest!
My own father
is a co-conspirator
in my goddamn case.
- Lauren...
- Jesus Christ, Harold!
I asked you if there was
anything else
that could hurt us,
and you said no.
You said...
Stop asking questions
you don't want answers to!
Lauren, ignorance
is deniability,
so walk away.
I don't know anything
about Gypsy Rose,
and neither do you.
Just get
that proposal on my desk
and set up a meeting
with the labor board, please.
No later than Friday.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Is everything okay?
Yeah, I, um...
- I just needed some advice.
- About the Reindorff case?
No, I have a legal situation
I need to talk through.
Oh, okay. Well, hit me.
The details are complicated,
but the gist is this.
A guy has blackmail material
that could ruin your life,
ruin your family's life,
destroy everything you've built.
He just needs some money
to start a new life.
Whatever it takes.
Family comes first.
Before a clear conscience?
Well, yeah, in our business,
that's rarer
than the virgin birth.
Okay, say I'm that guy.
What did I do?
Hypothetically?
- Hypothetically.
- Okay.
Well, you know
the guy killed a man,
and you are threatening
to expose him.
Just plead him out
or walk away.
It's not like you're ever
gonna run out of cases to try.
Okay.
Look, all I know is,
if someone was threatening
our family,
I'd either pay him off
or dump his body in the river.
And you know
what Dad would've done.
Have you made your decision?
Lauren... please.
I wanna do the right thing.
- I really do.
- But?
But how do I know
that you're telling the truth?
I showed you the body.
The truth about vanishing.
I have been imprisoned
in this room
for longer than
you have been alive.
If I walk out that door,
I will never, ever look back.
I have your word?
I swear.
Clean up.
You're leaving tonight.
- Why are we meeting here?
- We have a situation.
- What happened?
- My father happened.
I told you,
Sofia isn't a concern.
And that other issue...
I need you to set up
a Cayman Islands account.
You're good at that.
Put my one million in it,
and I need 100K in cash.
Who's this for?
A man my dad wronged.
In addition, I need an ID,
fake or otherwise,
and I need to charter a jet
to fly him there.
Make sure none of this
is traceable back to us.
Hey, hold on, hold on.
I've done plenty of
shady things in my life,
but I always knew the reason.
Give me a reason.
You don't wanna know.
On a scale of one to 10.
Apocalyptic.
Who else knows about this?
William? Catherine?
No one else knows.
I need it done ASAP.
I have to get this man
as far away from us as possible.
- What did Archer do...
- I can't tell you!
I can't tell anyone.
Lauren, are you sure
you wanna do this?
That's a lot of loose ends.
I don't have a choice!
Call me when it's set.
I feel like a new man.
You look... different.
I will take that
as the compliment.
I'm sure it was
grudgingly meant to be.
When you talked, um...
what did my dad say about me?
What do you mean?
Well, you said that
you were his confessor, so...
so what did he say?
He was proud of you.
The truth.
He thought you should be
in the private sector
as a litigator,
protecting
the family interests.
A city attorney lacked prestige.
Then when you made DA,
he thought you were
humiliating him
by going after his friends.
But he loved you...
in his way.
And he would read me
every story
when you had some trial
in the news.
I think after a time,
he began to change his mind
about things.
I thought that I would
make him proud if I became DA,
but, you know.
Least you didn't have to pay off
the unions for support.
That's a smear campaign.
My brother didn't do that.
I'm sure Jeffrey Shultz
would disagree,
if he isn't already lying
in a ditch somewhere.
Who's Jeffrey Shultz?
Can you just keep me
updated on the polls
as they come through,
point-for-point?
That'd be great.
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Three tablespoons of sugar.
One can of sweetened
condensed milk.
Oh, and I need the most
recent draft of my speech
within the hour
to make the edits.
Thank you.
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Oh, hey.
I'm glad you're here.
I wanted to ask you if you...
We need to talk.
In private.
Yeah, okay.
Uh, guys, can we get a minute?
Thank you.
What's wrong?
Jeffrey Shultz.
Does that name sound familiar?
No. Why?
Oh, save the bullshit!
That article,
it's legit, isn't it?
You and Dad
cut a deal for the votes
and used Jeffrey Shultz
as the middleman
to pay union reps?
They can't prove it.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
What the hell were you thinking?
Oh, stop with
the choir girl act, Lauren!
Don't play dumb.
You know how this works.
You think anyone gets elected
without cutting deals?
It's bribery!
You and Dad were lying to me.
How many? For how long, huh?
Why didn't I know?
'Cause you're the
district attorney of Manhattan.
- I'm your sister!
- We were protecting you.
Would you really have
wanted to know? Honestly.
Do you even know the position
that would've put you in?
I wouldn't have liked it,
but I would have protected you.
- I am protecting you.
- Yeah? Who'd you talk to?
- It doesn't matter.
- Oh, the hell it doesn't.
How do you think
you got elected as the DA?
Because I can assure you,
it wasn't your...
Shut up!
Don't you dare.
Don't you dare ever lie
to me again!
Are you ready?
With every fiber of my being.
I can't wait to see the sunrise,
feel it on my face.
You'll have all the sun
you want in the Caymans.
It's paradise.
Harold, right?
He'll help you set up
a new life.
You can make up for lost time.
This might sound
a little strange, but, um...
this is one of the things
that really kept me going.
I promised myself that if
one day I got free, I'd, um...
have myself a slice
of key lime pie,
like the one in the picture.
I'm sorry.
You didn't deserve this.
You're a good person, Lauren.
Thank you.
Morgan, just one last thing.
If you ever come back,
if you ever say a word,
I will pin every cold case
for the last 30 years on you.
I will make you wish
you were back in the hole
my dad kept you in.
Are we clear?
- Hey, my name is...
- No names.
Here are your new IDs,
100,000 in cash
and an account number
with $1 million.
Let's go.
Lauren, this is Sanchez.
I found that missing person
file you needed.
Those fingerprints
came back with a match.
I'm sending it all up
to the summer house now.
Call me.
Thank you, Tom.
Lauren?
Shit! Shit!
Mom?
Mom!
Mom!
Mom, what are you doing?
What is this?
It's nothing.
It's just a work thing.
Why do you have pictures
of this man?
Why are you asking about Morgan?
Morgan?
This man's name is Carson.
No, it's... it's Morgan.
That's Morgan!
His name is Carson.
I...
I don't understand.
That's...
What's going on?
Do you know him?
Why do you have any of this?
This man.
This man said his
name was Morgan
and that Dad's kept
this man chained up
in a bunker in our backyard!
In our backyard, okay?
This, this is my fucking
inheritance, Mom!
This man is evil.
He's... He's pure evil.
What?
Where is he now?
Where is he?
I...
I let him go.
I let him go. I...
I thought I was doing
the right thing.
I thought I was doing
the right thing, Mom!
I called Harold, and I...
- Oh, my God.
- You lock the doors.
I'll handle this.
I'll handle it.
This is Harold Thewlis.
I'm unavailable right now.
Please leave a message,
and I'll get back to you.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Mom, pick up, pick up.
Hey there.
You know what to do.
Mom, get out of the house now!
He's there!
He's there, he's there!
Mom!
Mom!
Mom!
Mom!
Mom.
Mom, can you hear me?
Mom, we have to
get out of here, Mom.
Come on. Mom!
Mom, can you hear me?
Mom, we have to get out of here.
Please, you have to get up.
Lauren.
Shit.
Lauren.
Lauren!
You would be amazed
at how well your eyes
and ears adjust
after years
in near total darkness.
I can hear your heartbeat.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump!
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Three tablespoons of sugar.
Hey there, sleepy head.
Parting was unbearable.
I really didn't wanna
start without you,
but your mother insisted.
I swear to God,
I'll tear your heart out.
I'm kinda sorry that it's not
your dad there in chains.
It took me so long to get
my hands on him, you know?
All my little traps
finally worked to perfection.
I took some of the poison
he got to kill me,
I jammed it in his hand
when we're playing chess.
Checkmate.
I got my rat.
Then the slippery bastard
got away,
and I was like,
"Oh, fuck!"
And just when all hope
seemed to be lost...
imagine my surprise
when you walked in.
I knew the moment I saw ya.
That little girl
takes in stray dogs.
She's gonna do the same for me.
I just...
I just needed to act weak...
and helpless.
Your brother would've
thrown away the key.
Hey!
Look who it is.
Should we invite your mother
into this conversation?
- Let's do it.
- No!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- No, leave her.
Hey, I just wanna say,
I really did enjoy
our time together,
even though it was
under false pretenses.
Catherine!
Can you hear me, sweetheart?
No! Get away from her!
Get you up. Let's get up.
There you go!
The floor's cold, come on.
This is between you...
You and me.
That is where you're wrong.
You really think your perfect
life is built on integrity?
You're the monster, Catherine.
You just live in a nicer house.
Don't you touch her!
Okay, okay, okay!
We're just getting to the bit
where you come in.
See, back in the day, your mom,
she was a tight little thing.
Whoa!
Gross.
Catherine,
tell her about that night.
Come on.
Tell her all about
that special night.
You're gonna love this.
- Tell her!
- Fuck you!
Whoa, whoa!
That was close.
All right, I'll tell her.
It was what I used to call
my ace in the hole.
That night,
I wanted the full tour.
Oh, come on!
Don't you give me that look.
I know you wanted it
as much as I did.
You just didn't want
to let yourself have it.
You're a rapist.
I mean...
semantics, you know?
You should be dead.
I should be dead.
I should be a lot of things.
Carson, Carson.
Why could you not just
lie to your husband
like a normal fucking wife?!
You know, he didn't even
give me the chance
to talk my way out of it.
And then that sound.
Eww!
It's like hitting a deer,
except you can't leave that
on the side of the road.
That moment, I owned him.
And he knew it.
"Rich playboy...
drunk at the wheel...
kills promising young student."
Come on!
The headlines,
they wrote themselves!
I was gonna bleed him dry,
and there was nothing
he could do about it.
Almost nothing.
Carson!
I gotta say...
I didn't realize
he had it in him.
I mean, I am a bad man,
but Archer Monroe
was the goddamn devil.
Truth is, Archer knew
that there are some fates
that are much worse
than death.
He needed me to suffer,
to rot,
to waste away in the dark.
He vented, and I listened.
He beat me, and I took it.
My agony was
your daddy's private joy.
The thing is,
about zookeepers,
they always wind up
talking to their animals.
And over time,
things kind of changed.
See, I don't think he ever
expected me to get out.
Whoa!
That was a close one.
That was a real close one.
I should've put a bullet
in your head myself.
No! Morgan!
Revenge!
You can't put a price on it,
Catherine.
Carson.
What do you want?
I want my pound of flesh.
Then let me help you.
I'll testify to the truth.
I'll expose all the secrets.
Everything.
Everything my family did.
Just let them live.
You'd do that for me?
Psych!
I don't need your help.
I don't cut deals.
Fine.
Then fuck you!
I gave you excuses.
But I swear you're not walking
out of that door alive.
I am really, really excited
to meet the rest
of your family.
Especially Claire.
I swear to God,
if you touch her...
You'll what?!
You'll beg for mercy?
You'll smudge your makeup
with tears?
Fuck you.
You remember that little speech
you gave me
with the evidence bag?
It was very cool.
Gave me chills.
Here's my counter.
I am gonna burn this family's
legacy to the ground
with the secrets that I know.
I am gonna slit your
little brother's throat,
and I am gonna take a piss
on Archer's grave.
And you will not be there
to experience
your family's shame
because you and your fucking
whore mother will be here,
rotting away in the darkness.
Now, your body
will consume itself.
Your sanity will snap.
And just before you
die your miserable death,
you will know exactly
what I survived.
And your husband
and your daughter
will spend
the rest of their lives
wondering why Mommy
abandoned them.
And...
I almost forgot
the most important part.
When I tell 'em that I...
A pathetic lunatic?
Yeah, no one's
ever gonna believe you.
No one ever even
looked for you
- because you don't matter.
- Shut up.
Not even to your own father.
Shut the hell up!
Ow!
Goddamn it!
You still don't get it,
do ya?
I'm your goddamn father!
You're a Monroe.
You understand me?
We take care of our own.
What'll we do about him?
He disappeared 30 years ago.
Can we get a camera
set up over here?
Thank you, Janine. I'm here at
the New York County Courthouse,
waiting for Lauren Monroe to
give a statement to the press.
Sir, one moment, please.
Set it up over there.
I'll be right there.
Make sure we have full access
to the SEC filings.
Let's get updated lists of
shell companies ASAP as well.
And keep having everyone
comb for discrepancies
in the shareholder reports.
I need a meeting
with Haeven at 2:00.
Please! I can't answer
all your questions at once!
Okay, one at a time.
Katie, go ahead.
What do you say
to those who think
that Wall Street has corrupted
the justice system?
Well, after my first year
as district attorney,
I'd say that my conviction rate
speaks for itself.
Victims and their families have
always been my only concern,
not bankers and brokers.
Beautiful morning,
isn't it, Lauren?
Save your bullshit for the jury.
- It's time we talk plea deal.
- We did. I turned it down.
Is it true that
Thomas Reindorff's legal team
reached out with a plea deal?
A plea deal
without restitution
for the $3.5 billion dollars
he defrauded investors
is no plea deal
I would ever accept.
There's no way
you can prove my client
was aware of
or condoned the actions
- of a few rogue traitors.
- Watch me.
You can rest assured
they'll face their own day
in court for collusion.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please put your hands together
for District Attorney
Lauren Monroe!
Your brother's running
for reelection to Congress
with less than ten days to go.
A conviction would be
very convenient
in helping the family image.
Thank you, thank you.
My brother has one thing
no other opponent does:
tenacity.
Ladies and gentlemen,
my brother,
Congressman William Monroe.
And as far as my brother's
reelection campaign goes,
I'm sure he'd donate blood
in exchange for your vote.
Speaking of the election,
is there any credence
to the New York Post article
that claims your brother
traded favors
in exchange for union support?
Absolutely not.
Desperation
looks good on you, Robert.
Your father would've
told you to take the deal.
Your client
is a sociopathic liar
that defrauded people of
their pensions and life savings.
We're just now getting in word
about your father's accident.
I...
We just received notice
that he was found dead
at your family's summer house.
Can you please comment on your
father's death, Miss Monroe?
Thank you. It's an incredible
honor to be here with you.
Lauren!
One statement about your father!
That'll be all for now.
That's enough!
Jackie, get them out of here!
Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Hey, take care, okay?
Hey, listen, I gotta be back
at the station at 4:00,
but I'm sorry
for your loss, Lauren.
Thanks for all your help,
Emilio.
- Take care, okay?
- Thanks.
You're better at this
than I am.
Well, I had plenty of practice.
You just nod and shake hands.
A heart attack.
I mean, how'd that even happen?
Dad was in better shape
than either of us.
What are we gonna do
about Mom?
Just surround her with friends,
And we'll find her an apartment
on Zillow, closer to us.
Look, I can only stay
until the reading of the will.
Campaign's a circus.
Hey, Dad was proud of you.
Maybe in public,
but we both know
you were the golden child.
Can't believe
it's already been a week.
It's the beginning of the end.
I know how
to play the game.
This game, like life,
requires forethought.
It's not about where you are.
It's where you'll be
in ten moves or ten years.
You are not allowed
to be average.
We all have to put up with
things that we don't like,
so grow up, pick a firm,
and learn how to win.
Checkmate.
"I leave Catherine in sole
control of the family estate
and my voting rights
on the board of directors.
To my son, William,
I leave the sum
of $20 million.
To Lauren, I leave $1 million.
$50 million is to be split
equally between the Police
and Firemen's Benevolent Fund
and the Harvard School
of Medicine.
This is my Last Will
and Testament.
Archer Monroe."
Thank you, Harold.
That'll be all.
I need some air.
Thank you, Harold.
Thank you for everything
you've done for us, Harold.
I know that
you and my dad were close.
There's actually...
something I need
to discuss with you.
Your father left this
for you and you alone.
I knew your father
for 31 years, Lauren.
He was proud of
the woman you became.
Don't let the inheritance
speak otherwise.
Thank you.
Okay.
Lauren, it pains me to do this,
and if you have received this,
it means that I never
found the courage
to tell you
while I was alive or...
I died before
I handled it myself.
And for that...
for many things...
forgive me.
We've all made mistakes.
This was mine.
It is a secret you must
carry to your grave.
You are the eldest,
and as such,
I think you'll understand
why it had to be you.
The answer lies buried
near your fort.
I must be vague
in case of prying eyes,
but above all things...
the truth...
must stay buried.
Deepest apologies.
Dad.
Come on, Ted, how many
years have we know each other?
There is absolutely no truth
whatsoever in the Post article.
Look, my family has always
supported you in the...
Lauren, wait!
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait.
Are you okay?
What else would I expect?
Do you wanna talk about it?
No, I just...
I just want a moment
by myself.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
You look
very pretty today.
Two sugar cubes?
Lauren!
This is off-limits.
Jesus!
Okay, okay.
911, what's your emergency?
Hello, hello?
Hello?
Ma'am, we just received a call
from this number.
Is everything all right?
Yeah, sorry, um...
My daughter was playing
with my phone, so...
I won't let it happen again.
I promise.
Okay, ma'am, please be
more careful in the future.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Listen, I don't know
why Dad did that.
Sure you do.
What's wrong with you?
You look awful.
Just got a little queasy
on my walk.
Okay.
Let's split it.
I really, really don't care,
Will, okay? Seriously.
Use it for your campaign
or something.
I hope I still have your vote.
Well, that depends
on your policies.
Weren't you supposed
to be gone already?
Yeah, actually,
but you try pulling Mom away
from her favorite granddaughter.
Lose a hand.
Oh.
We built a beautiful life
together, didn't we?
What's wrong?
It's everything, honestly.
Your father was proud of you.
Even when he didn't show it,
he was proud of you.
I know there's gonna be
blood in the water,
and the press
are gonna be digging,
pointing their spotlight
on all of us.
Are there any old enemies
of Dad's
that I should be aware of?
We both know he was no saint,
but that is not
your burden to carry.
It's mine.
Well, I should know.
Maybe I can help.
You wanna help?
Crucify Reindorff.
Win that case
and help your family
win reelection.
Good night, Claire-Bear.
I love you.
I love you too, Mama.
Sure you don't
want us to stay?
No. I just need some time
to think.
But I'll see you guys
tomorrow night.
- I love you.
- Love you.
All finest schools,
the most prestigious firms
require...
I don't want to represent
your rich friends!
Why is that so wrong?
You are throwing it all
away to be a civil servant,
just like your boyfriend.
Fiancé.
Okay, that's enough!
- Both of you.
- Talk to your daughter.
You're acting
like this is
some kind of prison sentence.
It is.
Hey.
Can you hear me?
Hey!
Oh, shit!
Shit.
Shit.
Nice mask.
Who are you?
I like masks.
Answer the question.
Where's Archer?
Tell me your name.
John.
John what?
Doe.
You think this is a game?
You're chained up in a bunker,
and I wanna know why.
Show me your face,
Lauren Elizabeth Monroe.
You want answers?
Look me in the eye and ask.
Born November 7th, 1989.
You have a younger brother,
William.
As DA, you advocate for
the innocent and downtrodden
to appease your conscience
for being born into wealth
and because you knew
your father would disapprove.
You used to bite
your nails incessantly,
unless, of course,
you've kicked that habit.
You have a daughter, Claire,
a husband, Scott,
who you married against
your father's wishes.
Should I continue,
or will you take off
that ridiculous mask?
It's good to finally meet you.
Who are you?
I'd like to think
I'm a member of the family
after all these years.
What do you mean, years?
Exactly that.
Years.
So tell me,
what happened to your dad?
Oh.
How'd he die?
My condolences.
So he left me to you.
That's quite the inheritance.
So explain yourself.
A man in your position,
only bad things come to mind.
Are you good, Lauren?
Who else knows you're here?
Answer the question.
Are you a good person?
I'd like to think so.
Then let me go.
It's what a good person
would do.
You know it's not that simple.
You got a lot to lose.
I have already lost everything.
I need to know why you're here.
Your needs?
Your needs?
You wanna know my name?
You want the truth?
Well, I want the juiciest steak
on God's green Earth.
Rare.
Baked potato, all the fixings.
I want a Caesar salad,
bread and butter,
packet of Gauloises cigarettes,
some chocolate,
a newspaper,
and a 30-year-old
bottle of scotch,
aged for every year
of my captivity.
You give me what I asked for,
and I will tell you everything.
I need answers.
And I need a steak.
And while we're at it,
I want a shave.
I wanna feel more like
a human being again.
Now, we both know your
conscience, though pained,
is not gonna just
let me go, not yet.
But when all is said and done,
you will know the truth,
and you will set me free.
You're really gonna
play it that way?
Look around.
You're the one in chains.
I could just let you
rot in here,
close the door
and walk away.
But you won't.
You really wanna risk that
for a steak?
Wait.
I'd also really like
a slice of key lime pie.
And I would appreciate
that shave.
C-Can I have the light
a little longer?
Your father would only leave it
on an hour or so after he left.
This is Detective
Emilio Sanchez, 75th Precinct.
Leave me a message
and I'll come back to you
as soon as I can.
Sanchez, hey, it's me.
I just emailed you
a set of prints
I need you to get
into the system ASAP.
Call me on my cell. Bye.
Hey, honey. Sorry.
Couldn't connect to you
for some reason.
Hey.
How was last night?
Good, yeah.
I was just going through
some of Dad's old things.
You wanna talk about it?
Maybe tonight.
I'm actually headed
into court right now, so...
Already here.
Don't forget.
Claire's recital
this afternoon.
Yeah, okay.
Well, I love you.
Love you.
Bye.
Ohh...
God help me if that isn't the
finest thing I've ever smelled.
I brought you your food,
so let's talk.
And talk we will.
But first...
Mmm!
Mmm.
You can't imagine
what this means to me.
Thank you.
What happened between
you and my dad?
You're not like him.
I suspect you're better
than he ever was.
You've been deflecting my
questions ever since I got here.
How's Catherine taking this?
She was always
such a beautiful woman.
My family is off-limits.
A lawyer, a banker,
and a politician.
The unholy trinity.
Quite the family.
When I get back,
you're going
to tell me the truth,
or it's the last time
you'll see me.
Lauren, where the hell are you?
Eddie, I'm gonna be
late for court.
I'm sorry, but of
all the days to be late?
Yeah, I know.
Look, I need you
to run the trial.
Haeven is gonna eat me alive.
You're going to be fine.
And don't let Robert
toss the SEC filing on...
I know about the SEC filings.
- I'll be there soon.
- Lauren, Lauren...
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Let's have some answers.
Forgive me. I just...
Once a year, Christmas,
your father would
bring me chocolate.
Not a whole bar,
just a little tiny square.
It was my one treat
for the year,
then he'd put it up there
for the rest of the year
to taunt me,
along with the pictures he took.
Pictures?
In the cigar box.
What is this?
It's my life.
You, uh...
You want some?
It's all yours.
My name is Morgan.
Morgan Warner.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
It's been a long time
since I had any human contact.
You know, just to touch
someone's skin.
I used to smoke Gauloises
cigarettes back in the day.
It was a habit I picked up
because I thought it would
make me appear more refined.
Get to the point.
I was a foolish young man
when I met your father.
We had similar vices.
Gambling, ego, women.
That was the greatest time
of my life.
We became partners.
Archer was fearless,
but he couldn't read people.
He was so young and careless
back then.
So you helped him
become a card shark?
Oh, no, he was already a shark.
I just provided an edge.
If there's one thing
your father wanted
in business, cards, politics,
it was an edge.
What happened between you?
I was gonna become a doctor.
I could've done so much
with my life.
- That night...
- What happened?
We'd had a few drinks
before leaving the summer house
for a big game in the city.
We should never have been
on the road.
I'll never forget that sound.
It happened so fast.
My heart was pounding like it
was gonna burst in my chest.
And my mouth,
I could barely swallow,
I was so scared.
He was just a kid.
He was like us.
I figured the only thing
we could do was call the police
and, you know, say
there had been an accident.
But, uh, he panicked.
He said we couldn't.
He said the cops would be
looking for his dented car.
He said he'd go to jail,
that he'd lose everything.
"If there's no body,
there's no crime.
If there's no body,
there's no crime."
He kept saying it
over and over again.
"If there's no body,
there's no crime."
I-I tried to do
the right thing.
My dad killed a man?
It was an accident.
But paranoia infected him.
What happened to the body?
We buried it.
That is to say,
your father buried it.
I wanted no part of it.
I wasn't about to cover up
a homicide.
You know, I mean,
an accident is one thing, but...
Maybe I should have.
Maybe I'd still have a life.
Morgan!
Who was he?
I don't know.
You buried a body
and didn't even bother
to find out who it was?
I had slightly more pressing
matters at hand.
What would you have done?
Would you have buried him
and walked away,
or would you have made the call
to the police?
I'd like to think
I'd make the call.
Well, then you would
be here like me.
- Why go to all this trouble?
- Why not just kill me?
I begged him to.
Days turned into weeks,
then months,
then so much time had gone by,
he couldn't bring himself
to let me go.
He was scared
I'd turn him in.
I wouldn't have said a word.
Not a word...
if it'd have bought me
my freedom.
If Archer had a conscience,
he would've just
put me out of my misery.
Instead, he offered me
the chance to kill myself.
But no matter the agony,
the hopelessness,
my life had meaning.
My survival
would be my revenge.
But people must have
missed you,
looked for you.
He said I stole his winnings,
left the country.
How do I know that
you're telling me the truth?
It's not like my dad's here
to defend himself.
I said your father
had three vices.
Poker, obviously,
ego, of course,
but we haven't even begun
to discuss the women.
One woman in particular.
What does it have
to do with anything?
You said you could
handle the truth.
Archer loved your mother,
but, uh, Sofia...
she was everything
your mother was not.
Uncomplicated,
unrestrained,
free from conformity.
Sofia wasn't an affair.
She was an obsession,
providing for Archer's
darker appetites.
He used to call her
his Gypsy Rose.
You must have had
some kind of inclination...
I don't believe you.
Why not?
Since the world has turned,
powerful men
have kept mistresses,
and he kept her
till his dying day.
He wouldn't do that to my mom.
Does any daughter
really know her father?
You're lying.
I don't expect you
to take my word for it, okay?
- Why don't you go check?
- How?
He used to visit her
every Tuesday,
72nd and Parkway.
- Her name is Sofia Fiore.
- Bullshit.
If you don't believe me,
go ask Harold.
I'm sure he kept an entirely
separate inheritance for her.
- She was the love of his life.
- Shut the hell up!
If you're lying,
I swear you'll
never see me again.
What if I'm not?
Can you check to see if
there were any missing persons
named Morgan Warner
during the late '80s?
Morgan Warner.
Yeah, okay.
What's it for?
My dad left him something
in his will,
and I'm trying to find out
what happened to him.
No emails.
Just forward whatever you find
on to my parent's
summer house.
All right.
Well, I'm glad you decided
to join us, Ms. Monroe.
May it please the court,
I'd like to offer my sincere
apology to Your Honor
and the ladies and gentlemen
of the jury.
What did I miss?
Besides the birth
of my 15 ulcers?
Court is in session.
Mr. Haeven,
please call your next witness.
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one can of sweetened
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one-half cup
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Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Press into baking tray.
Bake for eight to 10 minutes.
Leave to cool.
1-1/2 cups of finely crushed
Graham crackers,
one-third of a cup of butter,
three tablespoons of sugar,
one can of sweetened
condensed milk,
one-half cup
of key lime juice,
one container
of whipped topping.
Beat milk and lime juice
together until thick and smooth,
fold in whipped topping,
spoon into cool pie crust,
cover and refrigerate
for one hour or till set.
It's a dessert
the whole family will love.
Can I help you?
I'm here to see Sofia Fiore.
Your name, please?
Lauren Monroe.
One moment, please.
I have Lauren Monroe here
to see you, ma'am.
Yes, ma'am.
Sofia Fiore?
Please come in, Lauren.
Why are you here?
I found your name
in my dad's will.
Maybe you can tell me
how you two met.
Do you really wanna know?
Yes.
At a poker game.
And you were together for...
He never stopped loving your
mother, if that's what you mean.
How long?
Many years.
I wish I didn't have to be here,
but I'm just trying
to put the pieces together.
So I apologize for asking,
but did my dad ever pay you
for your company?
We took care of each other.
That care helped me
earn a master's and a career.
How we started
is not where we ended up.
Who is this?
My son.
Alex.
Your half-brother.
Jesus Christ.
No... No one can know.
This would literally
kill my mom.
Lauren, you came to me.
We have our own life.
And your son?
He doesn't know you exist.
I have to go.
Mm-hmm. Right.
Even for a lawyer, Harold,
you're a goddamn
snake in the grass.
Let me call you back.
Lauren, what the hell
is going on?
Sofia Fiore.
What about her?
All these years, you knew.
Every family gathering,
you lied to our faces.
To my mom's face.
I'm your father's lawyer,
Lauren.
- And his friend.
- And as both,
it wasn't my business
to do either.
You don't think I didn't try
to talk some sense into him?
- What am I supposed to do?
- Walk away.
And if someone finds out?
She won't say a word.
She never has.
She signed
a nondisclosure agreement.
Of course.
How much?
Does it matter?
How much?
What else was my dad hiding?
This is it.
He's dead, Harold!
He's... He's dead.
My mom,
my brother's career,
my career.
I-I need to know
if there are more skeletons.
Nothing that can harm you.
What does that mean?
It means...
walk away.
I've protected your family
for decades.
I know things
I'll take to the grave.
Your father trusted me, Lauren,
I suggest you do the same.
Did my dad ever mention a man
named Morgan Warner to you?
Doesn't sound familiar.
I'd like you
to help me find some stats,
maybe old guarantees.
- Also the research.
- Got it.
- Thanks, Jen.
- Of course.
Hey, Mom.
What a welcome surprise.
You've come to join
the war effort?
Ay.
You know, they have
a speechwriter for that.
Yeah, well, we can't afford
to make the slightest mistake.
Not now.
Not after all this hard work.
- How's your case?
- It's good.
You know, that case
makes me miss being a lawyer.
Listen, I was going through
some of Dad's old things.
Some guy named Morgan Warner,
does that name ring a bell?
Morgan?
I don't think so.
We met so many people. Why?
Oh, I just thought that maybe
I could get to know Dad better
through old friends.
That reminds me.
I have something for you.
I will not let money
tear this family apart.
You deserve the same
as your brother.
I don't want it.
I never did.
Your father had no right
to do what he did.
I don't care you have to do.
Just get it done.
I'm surrounded by jackals.
- Hi.
- What's going on?
Well, we got a sympathy bump
in the polls,
police and firemen's unions
are backing us,
thanks to Dad's donation,
but my lead is within
the margin of error.
Some polls say I'm slipping.
Goddamn New York Post article
saying I paid off union reps
isn't exactly
helping perception.
You didn't, right?
Of course not.
It's a smear campaign.
But, Lauren, listen.
I need you at the rally
tomorrow night.
Just give a short speech,
shake some hands,
kiss a few babies...
It's the worst time.
With the Reindorff case,
I'm barely staying afloat.
I know, but look, it's all hands
on deck right now, okay?
Mom will be there, the mayor.
I need my sister
to get up there,
flash that beautiful smile
and help us win this thing.
I'll be there.
- Thank you, honey.
- Thank you.
Believe me now?
Why didn't you tell me
he had a son?
And ruin the surprise?
How is Alex?
This isn't funny.
No.
But it's proof.
What do you say
we take this off now?
What else, hmm?
What else do you know?
Everything.
I was your father's confessor.
I mean, I hated the man,
yet I lived vicariously
through him.
Each conversation was, uh...
all I had.
Look, I know this is
a lot to swallow,
but truth is, Archer only ever
looked out for Archer.
He was a bad husband,
he's a shitty father,
and a worse friend.
If it's any consolation,
he admired you
for the mother you've become.
I was a good parent
because he wasn't.
It must have been hard.
What?
Trying to please him,
rebel against him
at the same time.
How do I know you're telling
the truth about the body?
Dig it up.
Where's it buried?
I couldn't possibly describe
that to you after all this time.
Try.
The only way
is to take me there.
If you think
that I'm gonna let you...
You're a lawyer.
You know the sentence for aiding
and abetting a kidnapping,
for false imprisonment,
for torture, duress?
I know the law.
Yeah.
No more games.
Tell me the truth.
I told you
the truth about Sofia.
I want my freedom, Lauren.
I've earned it.
Doesn't mean that you're
not lying about this.
Take me there.
Dig up the truth.
If you try something...
I am an old man now.
It's been such a long time
since I've seen
the outside world,
it's probably gonna
give me a heart attack.
Ah...
Move!
It's more beautiful
than I remember.
Oh, God. It's almost
too painful to bear.
- Thank you.
- Come on.
I just... I took so much
for granted, you know.
Just the trees and the...
the night sky, fresh air.
God.
- Let's go, come on.
- Yeah, right, sorry.
- Let's go.
- Yeah.
I'm gonna take this call.
You're not gonna say one word.
You're not even gonna breathe,
do you understand me?
Not one word.
Hey, I've been meaning
to call you.
Where are you?
You haven't returned
my calls or texts.
I left messages at your office.
It's been a horrible day.
I'm sorry.
I should have reached...
You can't just
vanish on me like this.
You remember Claire's recital,
the one you promised
you wouldn't miss?
It's a huge ordeal
to get her to go to bed
because you didn't call back,
you didn't say sorry,
you didn't say good night.
Yeah, look, I know.
I-I total...
I'm sorry. I promise I'll
make it up to you guys, okay?
- Your voice sounds like...
- Look, I can't talk right now!
Trouble at home?
I'm sure Scott's
just missing you.
Goddamn it,
do not talk about my family.
You wanna end up
back in that hole?
- No? Then shut up.
- Okay.
- Move.
- All right.
I feel like
we're driving in circles.
We're almost there.
Just keep going straight.
Oh, oh, here.
Turn down here.
There, just to the right.
Right, right, right.
How far?
Just keep going.
For how long?
Do you want answers or not?
We're close.
We're almost there,
I'm telling ya.
Oh, stop.
Stop the car.
Take this.
Morgan.
Morgan!
There.
That's where we buried him.
Sit over there
and keep lying on the ground.
You move, I shoot.
It's that simple.
You sure you don't
want me to dig?
Your dad did.
I prefer you in cuffs.
Suit yourself.
- When you find the body...
- If!
- When you find the body...
- Shut up! I mean it.
All right.
There's nothing here.
Oh, he's there.
Where, huh? Where?
Okay, this is all
some bullshit lie.
We're in the middle
of fucking nowhere.
Please, just trust me.
How can I trust you?
I don't even know you, okay?
I'm already out
on a fucking limb, trying...
Light.
Jesus Christ.
Told ya.
Shut up!
So what happens now?
Put the collar back on.
W-We found the body.
I need to think.
About what? I'm...
I'm innocent.
It's not that black or white.
I see, I see.
Even now you are
protecting your father.
Not my father. My family.
What about justice?
Isn't that why you
became a lawyer?
What about everything I've lost?
What about my mother, huh?
Her son just vanishes
off the face of the Earth?
No closure?
Not even a funeral?
It's just there's no love
or compassion,
not even a window
to see the sun.
Every day, protein powder,
peanut butter and water.
Could you live like that?!
Could you?
Days that last as long as years!
Nothing to celebrate!
Just one fucking piece of
chocolate every Christmas!
What do you want me to say?
I didn't do this to you!
But you could change it!
If you walk away,
you're worse than he is.
Will you be able
to look into Scott's eyes?
Or Claire's? Or yours?
Put it back on!
I am an innocent man.
You give me my life back.
Put it on!
- All right, all right.
- Put it on.
This is not my responsibility,
do you understand me?
I didn't ask for this.
This is not my fault.
You think just because
you show me a body,
and you told me
about his mistress
that that means I believe you,
and I trust you?
It doesn't prove anything.
It doesn't prove anything!
It proves everything!
- Come on.
- I need more.
What do you want from me,
to just conjure evidence?
Your father erased
every trace of my existence!
You gotta give me
something else!
I can't! I can't!
Goddamn it!
You're just like your father!
You offer false hope, and then
you just take it all away.
God knows how many good years
I've got, Lauren.
Just, please, let me have them.
Oh, God.
All right.
Look, I know what
you're thinking, okay?
And I understand.
"If I set him free,
is he gonna go to the cops
or the media?
Is he gonna destroy
my family name?
My brother's political career?
My career?
Am I gonna break
your mother's heart?"
I swear, I swear
I will just, I will vanish.
I just wanna salvage
what few years I have left.
Please, please, Lauren.
Be a good person.
I beg you.
I beg you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
No.
Lauren!
Pick up, pick up!
All you two care about
is money and legacy.
I know that it's late,
but I really need
that missing persons
information ASAP, okay?
What's going on with that?
I don't have it yet.
Show me your face.
Privilege is not given.
It's earned.
I know exactly
the kind of person it takes
to earn your privilege.
A lawyer, a banker,
and a politician.
- It's in a warehouse in Queens.
- Fuck!
The unholy trinity.
I want my freedom.
Send the hard copy file
to the Monroe manor.
Dad, say something.
Close the door
on your way out.
It is protected,
and it has a price.
Quite the family.
Checkmate.
I'm so sorry, Claire-bear.
I love you.
I love you too, Mommy.
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Incumbent William Monroe
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Bring me up to speed
before we begin.
Here's the updated list
of shell companies
from forensic accounting.
Give me the highlights.
All rise!
Please be seated.
To be very clear
for the jury,
confirm how many traders worked
on behalf of their clients,
in full control
of their own accounts,
outside of Mr. Reindorff's
direct supervision?
- 324.
- 324.
And how many trades a day
were completed on average
by these 324 traders?
Around 2,500.
- 2,500 trades a day?
- That's correct.
I further put it to you
that Ms. Monroe,
desperate to step out
of her late father's shoes...
She's dragging my client's
impeccable reputation
through the mud.
The state should be
ashamed of her.
Your witness, Ms. Monroe.
Ms. Monroe?
Ms. Monroe!
No questions, Your Honor.
In that case,
this court is adjourned
until 9 a.m. tomorrow morning.
The witness
is free to step down.
I'll call you later.
You don't call ahead anymore?
Did you set up the account?
- What is this?
- Gypsy Rose, LLC.
I'm not at liberty...
Stop!
I don't wanna hear it.
I can't hear it.
This is a major
conflict of interest!
My own father
is a co-conspirator
in my goddamn case.
- Lauren...
- Jesus Christ, Harold!
I asked you if there was
anything else
that could hurt us,
and you said no.
You said...
Stop asking questions
you don't want answers to!
Lauren, ignorance
is deniability,
so walk away.
I don't know anything
about Gypsy Rose,
and neither do you.
Just get
that proposal on my desk
and set up a meeting
with the labor board, please.
No later than Friday.
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Is everything okay?
Yeah, I, um...
- I just needed some advice.
- About the Reindorff case?
No, I have a legal situation
I need to talk through.
Oh, okay. Well, hit me.
The details are complicated,
but the gist is this.
A guy has blackmail material
that could ruin your life,
ruin your family's life,
destroy everything you've built.
He just needs some money
to start a new life.
Whatever it takes.
Family comes first.
Before a clear conscience?
Well, yeah, in our business,
that's rarer
than the virgin birth.
Okay, say I'm that guy.
What did I do?
Hypothetically?
- Hypothetically.
- Okay.
Well, you know
the guy killed a man,
and you are threatening
to expose him.
Just plead him out
or walk away.
It's not like you're ever
gonna run out of cases to try.
Okay.
Look, all I know is,
if someone was threatening
our family,
I'd either pay him off
or dump his body in the river.
And you know
what Dad would've done.
Have you made your decision?
Lauren... please.
I wanna do the right thing.
- I really do.
- But?
But how do I know
that you're telling the truth?
I showed you the body.
The truth about vanishing.
I have been imprisoned
in this room
for longer than
you have been alive.
If I walk out that door,
I will never, ever look back.
I have your word?
I swear.
Clean up.
You're leaving tonight.
- Why are we meeting here?
- We have a situation.
- What happened?
- My father happened.
I told you,
Sofia isn't a concern.
And that other issue...
I need you to set up
a Cayman Islands account.
You're good at that.
Put my one million in it,
and I need 100K in cash.
Who's this for?
A man my dad wronged.
In addition, I need an ID,
fake or otherwise,
and I need to charter a jet
to fly him there.
Make sure none of this
is traceable back to us.
Hey, hold on, hold on.
I've done plenty of
shady things in my life,
but I always knew the reason.
Give me a reason.
You don't wanna know.
On a scale of one to 10.
Apocalyptic.
Who else knows about this?
William? Catherine?
No one else knows.
I need it done ASAP.
I have to get this man
as far away from us as possible.
- What did Archer do...
- I can't tell you!
I can't tell anyone.
Lauren, are you sure
you wanna do this?
That's a lot of loose ends.
I don't have a choice!
Call me when it's set.
I feel like a new man.
You look... different.
I will take that
as the compliment.
I'm sure it was
grudgingly meant to be.
When you talked, um...
what did my dad say about me?
What do you mean?
Well, you said that
you were his confessor, so...
so what did he say?
He was proud of you.
The truth.
He thought you should be
in the private sector
as a litigator,
protecting
the family interests.
A city attorney lacked prestige.
Then when you made DA,
he thought you were
humiliating him
by going after his friends.
But he loved you...
in his way.
And he would read me
every story
when you had some trial
in the news.
I think after a time,
he began to change his mind
about things.
I thought that I would
make him proud if I became DA,
but, you know.
Least you didn't have to pay off
the unions for support.
That's a smear campaign.
My brother didn't do that.
I'm sure Jeffrey Shultz
would disagree,
if he isn't already lying
in a ditch somewhere.
Who's Jeffrey Shultz?
Can you just keep me
updated on the polls
as they come through,
point-for-point?
That'd be great.
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Oh, and I need the most
recent draft of my speech
within the hour
to make the edits.
Thank you.
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Oh, hey.
I'm glad you're here.
I wanted to ask you if you...
We need to talk.
In private.
Yeah, okay.
Uh, guys, can we get a minute?
Thank you.
What's wrong?
Jeffrey Shultz.
Does that name sound familiar?
No. Why?
Oh, save the bullshit!
That article,
it's legit, isn't it?
You and Dad
cut a deal for the votes
and used Jeffrey Shultz
as the middleman
to pay union reps?
They can't prove it.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
What the hell were you thinking?
Oh, stop with
the choir girl act, Lauren!
Don't play dumb.
You know how this works.
You think anyone gets elected
without cutting deals?
It's bribery!
You and Dad were lying to me.
How many? For how long, huh?
Why didn't I know?
'Cause you're the
district attorney of Manhattan.
- I'm your sister!
- We were protecting you.
Would you really have
wanted to know? Honestly.
Do you even know the position
that would've put you in?
I wouldn't have liked it,
but I would have protected you.
- I am protecting you.
- Yeah? Who'd you talk to?
- It doesn't matter.
- Oh, the hell it doesn't.
How do you think
you got elected as the DA?
Because I can assure you,
it wasn't your...
Shut up!
Don't you dare.
Don't you dare ever lie
to me again!
Are you ready?
With every fiber of my being.
I can't wait to see the sunrise,
feel it on my face.
You'll have all the sun
you want in the Caymans.
It's paradise.
Harold, right?
He'll help you set up
a new life.
You can make up for lost time.
This might sound
a little strange, but, um...
this is one of the things
that really kept me going.
I promised myself that if
one day I got free, I'd, um...
have myself a slice
of key lime pie,
like the one in the picture.
I'm sorry.
You didn't deserve this.
You're a good person, Lauren.
Thank you.
Morgan, just one last thing.
If you ever come back,
if you ever say a word,
I will pin every cold case
for the last 30 years on you.
I will make you wish
you were back in the hole
my dad kept you in.
Are we clear?
- Hey, my name is...
- No names.
Here are your new IDs,
100,000 in cash
and an account number
with $1 million.
Let's go.
Lauren, this is Sanchez.
I found that missing person
file you needed.
Those fingerprints
came back with a match.
I'm sending it all up
to the summer house now.
Call me.
Thank you, Tom.
Lauren?
Shit! Shit!
Mom?
Mom!
Mom!
Mom, what are you doing?
What is this?
It's nothing.
It's just a work thing.
Why do you have pictures
of this man?
Why are you asking about Morgan?
Morgan?
This man's name is Carson.
No, it's... it's Morgan.
That's Morgan!
His name is Carson.
I...
I don't understand.
That's...
What's going on?
Do you know him?
Why do you have any of this?
This man.
This man said his
name was Morgan
and that Dad's kept
this man chained up
in a bunker in our backyard!
In our backyard, okay?
This, this is my fucking
inheritance, Mom!
This man is evil.
He's... He's pure evil.
What?
Where is he now?
Where is he?
I...
I let him go.
I let him go. I...
I thought I was doing
the right thing.
I thought I was doing
the right thing, Mom!
I called Harold, and I...
- Oh, my God.
- You lock the doors.
I'll handle this.
I'll handle it.
This is Harold Thewlis.
I'm unavailable right now.
Please leave a message,
and I'll get back to you.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Mom, pick up, pick up.
Hey there.
You know what to do.
Mom, get out of the house now!
He's there!
He's there, he's there!
Mom!
Mom!
Mom!
Mom!
Mom.
Mom, can you hear me?
Mom, we have to
get out of here, Mom.
Come on. Mom!
Mom, can you hear me?
Mom, we have to get out of here.
Please, you have to get up.
Lauren.
Shit.
Lauren.
Lauren!
You would be amazed
at how well your eyes
and ears adjust
after years
in near total darkness.
I can hear your heartbeat.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump!
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Hey there, sleepy head.
Parting was unbearable.
I really didn't wanna
start without you,
but your mother insisted.
I swear to God,
I'll tear your heart out.
I'm kinda sorry that it's not
your dad there in chains.
It took me so long to get
my hands on him, you know?
All my little traps
finally worked to perfection.
I took some of the poison
he got to kill me,
I jammed it in his hand
when we're playing chess.
Checkmate.
I got my rat.
Then the slippery bastard
got away,
and I was like,
"Oh, fuck!"
And just when all hope
seemed to be lost...
imagine my surprise
when you walked in.
I knew the moment I saw ya.
That little girl
takes in stray dogs.
She's gonna do the same for me.
I just...
I just needed to act weak...
and helpless.
Your brother would've
thrown away the key.
Hey!
Look who it is.
Should we invite your mother
into this conversation?
- Let's do it.
- No!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- No, leave her.
Hey, I just wanna say,
I really did enjoy
our time together,
even though it was
under false pretenses.
Catherine!
Can you hear me, sweetheart?
No! Get away from her!
Get you up. Let's get up.
There you go!
The floor's cold, come on.
This is between you...
You and me.
That is where you're wrong.
You really think your perfect
life is built on integrity?
You're the monster, Catherine.
You just live in a nicer house.
Don't you touch her!
Okay, okay, okay!
We're just getting to the bit
where you come in.
See, back in the day, your mom,
she was a tight little thing.
Whoa!
Gross.
Catherine,
tell her about that night.
Come on.
Tell her all about
that special night.
You're gonna love this.
- Tell her!
- Fuck you!
Whoa, whoa!
That was close.
All right, I'll tell her.
It was what I used to call
my ace in the hole.
That night,
I wanted the full tour.
Oh, come on!
Don't you give me that look.
I know you wanted it
as much as I did.
You just didn't want
to let yourself have it.
You're a rapist.
I mean...
semantics, you know?
You should be dead.
I should be dead.
I should be a lot of things.
Carson, Carson.
Why could you not just
lie to your husband
like a normal fucking wife?!
You know, he didn't even
give me the chance
to talk my way out of it.
And then that sound.
Eww!
It's like hitting a deer,
except you can't leave that
on the side of the road.
That moment, I owned him.
And he knew it.
"Rich playboy...
drunk at the wheel...
kills promising young student."
Come on!
The headlines,
they wrote themselves!
I was gonna bleed him dry,
and there was nothing
he could do about it.
Almost nothing.
Carson!
I gotta say...
I didn't realize
he had it in him.
I mean, I am a bad man,
but Archer Monroe
was the goddamn devil.
Truth is, Archer knew
that there are some fates
that are much worse
than death.
He needed me to suffer,
to rot,
to waste away in the dark.
He vented, and I listened.
He beat me, and I took it.
My agony was
your daddy's private joy.
The thing is,
about zookeepers,
they always wind up
talking to their animals.
And over time,
things kind of changed.
See, I don't think he ever
expected me to get out.
Whoa!
That was a close one.
That was a real close one.
I should've put a bullet
in your head myself.
No! Morgan!
Revenge!
You can't put a price on it,
Catherine.
Carson.
What do you want?
I want my pound of flesh.
Then let me help you.
I'll testify to the truth.
I'll expose all the secrets.
Everything.
Everything my family did.
Just let them live.
You'd do that for me?
Psych!
I don't need your help.
I don't cut deals.
Fine.
Then fuck you!
I gave you excuses.
But I swear you're not walking
out of that door alive.
I am really, really excited
to meet the rest
of your family.
Especially Claire.
I swear to God,
if you touch her...
You'll what?!
You'll beg for mercy?
You'll smudge your makeup
with tears?
Fuck you.
You remember that little speech
you gave me
with the evidence bag?
It was very cool.
Gave me chills.
Here's my counter.
I am gonna burn this family's
legacy to the ground
with the secrets that I know.
I am gonna slit your
little brother's throat,
and I am gonna take a piss
on Archer's grave.
And you will not be there
to experience
your family's shame
because you and your fucking
whore mother will be here,
rotting away in the darkness.
Now, your body
will consume itself.
Your sanity will snap.
And just before you
die your miserable death,
you will know exactly
what I survived.
And your husband
and your daughter
will spend
the rest of their lives
wondering why Mommy
abandoned them.
And...
I almost forgot
the most important part.
When I tell 'em that I...
A pathetic lunatic?
Yeah, no one's
ever gonna believe you.
No one ever even
looked for you
- because you don't matter.
- Shut up.
Not even to your own father.
Shut the hell up!
Ow!
Goddamn it!
You still don't get it,
do ya?
I'm your goddamn father!
You're a Monroe.
You understand me?
We take care of our own.
What'll we do about him?
He disappeared 30 years ago.