City on Fire (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - We Have Met the Enemy, and He is Us - full transcript

Help!

Hey, over here!

Over here!

She's in there.

So tell me about the girl.

Well...

actually never would have met
her if it weren't for you.

So in a way, this is
kind of all your fault.

Please enlighten me, Charlie.

If I'm being a hundred percent totally
honest with you here, Dr. Altschul,

these weekly sessions are not exactly
my favorite afternoon activity.



But last fall, my mom started to
let me drive into the city myself.

Which meant, when we were done
here, I was free to wander.

We went to high school together.

Well, not together. She
was a year ahead of me,

already graduated
and started at NYU.

It's not like we were friends or
anything, but she's just hard to forget.

I know you.

Hey. How do I know you?

I think we both went
to Flower Hill High.

Well, I mean I still do.

Charles Weisbarger.
Charlie's good.

Well, Charles, what are you
doing all the way out here?

I mean I... What's anyone
doing out here just

getting the hell off
Long Island, right?



That is the right answer.

So, what's wrong with you?

Your doctor's appointment?

- It's not that kind of doctor.
- Yeah. No shit.

You're coming into the city
solo. It's got to be a shrink.

Are your parents splitting up?

That's when I had my first brush
with a mental health professional.

My dad died last
September. So...

Yeah.

Do you wanna see my zine?

What's a zine?

It's semi-autobiographical.

Me, but not me.

My photography,
illustrations, music reviews.

These guys I know
are in this band,

and I'm trying to document
their whole scene,

but they're kind of weird about photos
and privacy, so it's thinly veiled.

Names changed to
protect the guilty.

This is amazing.

I think us Flower Hill kids
need to stick together.

From now on, Charles,
you're gonna be my project.

We met up every week after
I left here with you.

And I guess that's when you could
say my real education began.

Come on.

Sorry.

You look good.

It was physically impossible
to be sad when she was around.

Really good.

It's like a lot of other cool
things, but it's kind of like...

Okay. I know. It's not done yet.

Sorry.

Brass Tactics was the only
album Ex Post Facto made

before Billy Three-Sticks
broke up the band,

before they ever had
a chance to get big.

And in a weird way,

the fact that they only made one
album makes it even more special.

- You must own it.
- No, I don't have any money.

I mean, I could probably just
download it off LimeWire, right?

No.

Charles, that would deprive the
band of their well-earned royalties.

- I'm buying.
- No.

Yes.

That sounds like a wonderful
way to spend autumn in New York.

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

Until it wasn't. Although I guess
there's no one to blame for that but me.

Well, my mom, obviously.

Didn't you tell me you stayed out all
night and then drove home in the morning,

shirtless and vomiting
from a hangover?

Okay.

Well... I didn't exactly say
it like that, but yeah, sure.

I mean, New Year's
Eve, shit happens.

And do you think your
mother's decision

to ground you for six
months was unreasonable?

This isn't about my mom.

This is about Sam and how I love
her and that maybe she loves me.

And like, I don't know. I...

But before I could even
figure all that out,

I wasn't allowed to
see her anymore, so...

My story just stopped.

It's encouraging, Charlie,
that you can speak so clearly

about your sense of loss.

I just wish you would talk about

the loss of your father in
the same perceptive way.

Do you think it's possible
that focusing on Samantha

is a way of deflecting your
feelings about your dad?

- from the plane. Really?
- It's definitely a 737.

Somebody hit the World
Trade Center. I don't know.

What the hell is happening?

It's easier to feel
the way you feel

about a vibrant young woman
living a few miles away

than it is to process the deep,
permanent loss of your father.

Exploded right now. We
got people all over here

down in the middle
of the street.

Another hit. It just
hit another building.

Two aircraft crashed into the World
Trade Center in lower Manhattan.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- We've got an explosion...

Oh, my God. It must be a person.

- Where?
- No, please.

- Where?
- Oh, my God.

Good Lord.

There are no words.

Hey, Charlie, it's Dad.
Something's happened.

You've probably
seen it on the news.

I don't think I'll
be coming home.

I just want you to
know I love you.

Trust me, doc, there's
nothing easy about it.

- Hello.
- Hey, stranger.

You still grounded?

The answer better be "no"
because Ex Post Facto,

who I hope in my absence is
still your favorite band,

is reuniting for a
concert on the Fourth.

I mean, it's not really a reunion
without Billy Three-Sticks,

and they changed the name, but
they're playing all their songs.

It's going to be legendary.

You'd basically kill
yourself if you missed it.

Hello?

- Hello, Charles? Are you in?
- Yes. Yes, of course.

I... Yeah, I wouldn't miss it.

Okay, but?

But, nothing.

It's just we haven't
really talked in so long.

I know. I tried calling you,
but you never called back.

Yeah, sorry, I just didn't feel
like I had anything to say.

No, I'm sorry for any role that I may
have played in your incarceration.

No. Yeah.

You know what? That
was a time of real...

real growth and
introspection, so...

I'm kidding. It
sucked. I missed you.

That makes me sad.

But it also makes me very happy

because I've missed the
hell out of you, Charles.

Okay, I got to go, but details about the
Fourth of July shenanigans are to follow.

- Bye.
- Nicky, hurry up!

- Sammy. Let's go.
- Go, go, go.

Holy shit! You guys
torched a fucking church?

What'd you think we were
doing? Confessing our sins?

Get in the car. Come on!

- Ladies. Come on. What are we doing?
- Why did you do...

Why did you target
a fucking church?

- Where's Nicky? Where's Nicky?
- I don't know.

- Wait, we can't leave without Nicky.
- He's coming.

- Nicky!
- What the fuck did you guys do?

- Go. Come on!
- Come on. Let's move!

- We can't leave without you.
- Hurry it up!

She's a thing of
beauty, isn't she?

Let's go!

We need to get the
fuck outta here.

Go! Step on it.

Come on, Sam.

O beautiful for spacious skies

For amber waves of grain

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain

America...

Nishima Guptpa.

Cate Hamilton-Sweeney
Lamplighter.

- Take care.
- Thank you so much.

Yes. Yep. Bye-bye.

Cate Hamilton-Sweeney
Lamplighter, her mother.

- Can you point her out for me?
- Why?

I think I might
know her brother.

- You know a Hamilton-Sweeney?
- Yeah.

Impressive. Over there.

That'll be great.
She'll love that.

But it's your place
next time, like, truly.

- Excuse me. Sorry.
- Hi.

I just wanted to introduce
myself. Mercer Goodman.

Nice to meet you. I'm... Are...

- Are you one of Cate's teachers?
- No.

I'm a friend of...

I think he might be
your brother. William.

Regan, come on.
Kids are waiting.

- I may have promised them gelato.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Look, now is not a great time,
but it was really nice...

It was really great to
meet you, Mr. Goodman.

She's asleep, finally.
She was so excited.

Well done.

Everything okay with you?
You seem a little distracted.

I'm fine. It's just
I'm worried about Will.

You know, he's just
not himself these days.

He used to love the last day of
school, and I just, I don't get it.

Yeah. He used to
love a lot of things.

Baseball cards.

Pokémon.

Pokémon. His parents.

It's just a phase.
He's a good kid.

Are we gonna talk about how
you've been cheating on me?

What? Cheating?

Keith, the window where you could
bullshit your way out of this has closed.

She wrote me a note.

Not that I didn't
already suspect though.

Since when do you listen to The
Libertines? What is she, 25?

Hold on.

If you want to talk, let's talk. But
don't act like this is all my fault.

Oh, my God. I'm sorry.

I missed the part where I cheated on you.
I had no idea that I had a boyfriend.

Yeah, well, sometimes it feels like
you don't have a husband either.

Does she find you fascinating?

Is she so free-spirited
and totally fucking alive?

Yeah, kind of.

Does she have a job?

Does she have two
kids? A sick father?

God, Keith, I was
that girl. I...

I was that girl, and I strangled
her so that we could have this.

Fuck.

Mr. Goodman.

Hi, I'm glad I caught you.

I was just dropping off a
gift to my kid's teacher,

and I thought we could finish
our conversation or start it.

You know my brother?

Yes, William is a
friend. A good friend.

Although maybe not that good,
since until the other day,

I didn't know he had a sister.

Well, we haven't seen
each other in years,

so I didn't know if he was
living in the city still or dead.

So, I'm relieved.

Would you like to go
somewhere we can talk?

I would love that more than
you know. But I have to go.

I'm meeting movers at the house.

Moving, that's always the worst.

Yeah, especially
when it's unplanned.

Well, everything's okay I hope?

Yeah, everything is shit.

But thanks for asking.
You're very sweet.

Well, listen, if you see
him, before the Fourth,

would you give him this?

Yeah. Just tell him I
miss him and that...

a lot has changed.

Yeah, just tell him I really
need him there this year.

Of course.

And I would love for
you to come, Mercer.

It was a pleasure meeting you.

I'm glad William's got someone.

Happy birthday, happy birthday.

Oh, my gosh. These
illustrations.

Beautiful.

And this... This is us.

Well, this is our courtship.

If you can call it that.

The weekend at Bruno's
cabin. This is my art show.

This is just all those nights we sat
up on the roof, just talking, and...

Come on. Gotta be some upside to living
with a narcissistic artist, right?

Yeah.

All right. Let's go. Open it.
There's a real present inside.

William. Oh, my gosh.

Thank you.

Truly, you really did not have to
get me something so extravagant.

Well,

as an investment in your future,

it came pretty cheap.

I'm going out.

On my birthday?

I'm just gonna go to the studio
for a little bit. All right?

I will be home before
dinner. I promise.

Come on, you can set up your new computer
and you can start that new novel of yours.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm not looking at you
in any particular way.

It's just it is my first
birthday away from home.

Right, as you've mentioned
a couple times now,

and...

I'm sorry if today is falling short
of whatever you had in your head,

but does it strike you as revealing
that you still refer to Georgia as home?

Home, as in where I came from.
At least I still talk about it.

Right.

'Cause you are just a man
of transparency and honesty.

How do you describe
me to your parents?

What is it? Your roommate?

Look, you don't understand.
It's not that easy.

For them or for you?

Please just tell me this
has nothing to do with that

- fucking envelope that you keep shoving...
- All right.

- Into my field of vision.
- Will, are you ever going to open it?

It is from your family.

What I want to know is how
it got into our apartment.

What I want to know is why
you don't talk to them.

- They're so...
- Rich?

I was gonna say nice.
At least your sister is.

Okay.

I'm going out.

We're grown men, Merce.

Birthdays are a little
ridiculous at our age.

Hurry up. You've been
in there way too long.

- He's been in there way too long.
- You worry too much. It's all good.

It's all good.

Wait. You filled up that whole thing?
You said my dad wouldn't notice.

He won't. Plus, you said he
doesn't even work much anymore.

- It's not like he needs it.
- Fuck, Sol.

It's a victimless
crime. I was never here.

We were never here.

Coming with?

I got some shit to do.
I'll see you tonight.

I hope we didn't just
fuck up. You took a lot.

Her dad's a washed-up drunk.

Yeah, but he and Sam are close. And
she knows how dangerous that shit is.

Hey, I was hoping you'd call.
You might be ready to talk.

Why? Because you have
some new and profound

insights you'd like to
share on your behavior?

More like I missed your voice.

Stop.

It's been a crazy
couple of weeks.

I'm just calling to see what time
you're coming to my dad's tonight.

- I didn't think you wanted me to go.
- I don't.

But we go every year
and you were invited.

Oh, shit, Reggie. You
haven't told him yet.

No, because it
should be in person.

And Dad's in Minneapolis at the
clinic. I didn't want to bother him.

Or you're still hoping
we can work it out?

You're delusional,
like, truly delusional.

Maybe I'm an optimist?

Or maybe you're hoping
that I'll forgive you

so that you don't have to
be the bad guy anymore.

I fucked up. Doesn't mean
it has to be forever.

You fucked up?

Fucking up is locking
your keys in the car.

Fucking up is leaving your
theater tickets at home.

It does not begin to
describe what you did.

What you've done to us.

Keith, if you'd ever been to
therapy, or read a self-help book,

or googled, "Why am I
such a fucking asshole,"

then maybe you'd understand
why there's no fixing this.

I did a terrible thing, but
I love you. I love our kids.

If you want me to go to
therapy, I'll go to therapy.

Keith, tonight I'm going to tell my
father that I'm ending my marriage.

You are welcome to be a
part of that conversation.

I'm not trying to bury you.

Reggie, he knows the only reason you'd
end our marriage is if I cheated on you.

You ended our marriage and I
can't control what he thinks.

This conversation was pointless.

- Are you gonna be there or not?
- Yeah. I'll be there.

I'll see you later.

Attention, passengers.

I don't believe it. Billy
fucking Three-Sticks.

Solomon Grungy.

Of all the terminals
in the world, huh?

What you got in that bag?
Is there a body in there?

Anyone I know?

It's hockey practice. Only
free ice is in Queens.

How you doing? How's Nicky?

Why is it that every time someone
sees me, they ask how Nicky's doing?

As a pleasantry. That's
all. Half-assed, by the way.

Come on. I just want to know how
y'all are surviving without the band.

Nicky hasn't reached out?

No. Why would he?

We booked a gig at
Don Hill's tonight.

Getting the band back together.

Calling it Ex Nihilo.

With a flyer? Wow.

That is a shitty idea,
with an even shittier name.

Put you on the list?

Fourth of July,
Sol. I got plans.

- Hi.
- Big plans.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Cruising the train station?

Show up tonight. You
might be surprised.

That was Billy Three-Sticks.
You could've introduced me.

No.

Why not?

You agreed you wouldn't
call me anymore.

We need to talk.

Don't worry, I'm not
pregnant or anything.

But it's important, and
it has to be in person.

Now's not a good time.

Okay. Well, then, later tonight?

Tonight I have to go to a
party at my father-in-law's,

where he'll undoubtedly discover

that I cheated on his daughter
with a college student.

Okay. Meet me before the party.

Don Hill's at 9:00 p.m. Spring
and Greenwich. It's a club.

No, we have nothing
to talk about.

Okay. If you don't come to me,
then I'm gonna have to come to you.

Samantha, don't do that.

You showed me where the building
was that time we went to the Met.

Please don't do that. Please. Please,
stay away from me and my family.

I already told you, I'm not the one
who sent that note to your wife.

But I think that I
might know who did.

There are people who don't
want us to be together and

I didn't tell you before
because I didn't understand.

But now I'm starting to,

and I'm really worried that
something bad is gonna happen.

Yeah, something bad
has already happened.

What can be worse than
blowing up my marriage?

Blowing up something else.

- Hello?
- Hey, it's me.

So, something has come up.

And I kind of need to
see this band tonight.

It's my band actually, minus me and
anyone else that fucking matters.

I thought we were going to Battery
Park to watch the fireworks.

Hey, come with me. Come
with me. Come on, please.

Babe? I can't not
be there for this.

I have to see this fucking travesty
unfold with my own two eyes.

You know, I'm feeling just
a little under the weather.

Achy, fluey. Have
you read about SARS?

- I wouldn't wanna infect anyone.
- Oh, my God.

You do not have SARS, Merce.

Okay, fine. Just stay home,

be good to yourself and
drink lots of fluids.

And I'll see you later. Okay?

- Bye.
- Bye.

Sam!

Hi.

Hi.

Are you ready for tonight?

Yes. I'm ready for
anything. Everything.

So do you have
the tickets, or...

Tickets for what? For the train?

For Ex Post Facto.

It's not the opera, rookie.
There are no tickets.

Also, it's Ex Nihilo now.

God, what did you do without me?

Wait, sorry. Can you hold on?

- Can you wait? I need to...
- Hurry up. Our train's in 20 minutes.

- Our train's in 20 minutes.
- Sorry, I'm coming.

Hey, Will?

Will?

- What?
- Mrs. Santos is on her way.

Legally, she's in charge, but can you
just keep an eye on your sister, please?

Guys, look at the bird.

Wow, Cate. That is beautiful.

Is Dad gonna be at the party?

Yeah, that's the plan.

Don't get back
together with him.

Will, you know that your
dad loves you so much.

And none of this has
anything to do with you.

No shit. Say hi
to Grandpa for me.

N...

Hey, so, where's your camera?

I mean, surely you're gonna wanna document
the band's reunion for your zine, right?

Camera's missing.

Oh, shit. What happened to it?

If I knew that, it wouldn't
be missing, would it?

Right. But, you lost it,
or someone took it, or...

Jesus Christ, Charles.
I said I don't know.

The next stop is Canal Street.

Sam? Are you okay?

You know, you're the only
one who ever asks me that.

- I don't have ID.
- You don't need an ID. You're with me.

- Hi.
- I knew we'd be seeing you tonight, Sammy.

- Who's the beanpole?
- This is Charles, my protégé.

- Hi.
- Don't judge. He's a work in progress.

Your friends are my friends.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Charles, do you think you would
be okay on your own for an hour?

- I have to go uptown.
- What the fuck, Sam?

I thought you wanted to
spend tonight with me.

I do. I really do.

I just... There's a problem that I have
to deal with, and it can't really wait.

If I'm not back in an
hour, come find me.

By the park, 5th and 73rd.

Bye.

Thanks.

Regan, you look wonderful.

- Fabulous party. Congratulations, Felicia.
- Thank you.

Where's Daddy? I want to hear how
everything went at the clinic.

Healthwise, the news is good.
He passed all his tests.

So it's not dementia?

He's holding at a level where
nothing needs to change.

He's very pleased this
won't affect work.

- Please be happy for him.
- I will. Where is he?

Unfortunately, there was a
lightning storm in Minneapolis,

and the G4 is grounded, so...

Where's your handsome husband?

He's coming. Soon, I think.

I should probably tell you that we're
separating... That we have separated.

I'm wondering if this is why your
Uncle Amory is looking for you.

Well, I don't know
how Amory would know.

We haven't told anyone.

You know, Amory has a way
of finding out everything.

- Fabulous to see you.
- Yeah. Okay.

Do find Uncle Amory. He's adamant
about speaking with you tonight.

Yeah, I will.

I think you're standing
on someone's jacket.

No. That's mine.

Yeah. I've been watching you.

I like how you dance, like
you don't give a shit.

Thank you.

So, are you holding?

'Cause whatever you're on,
I definitely want some.

Sorry. Fresh out.

Bummer. Would have made
it worth your while.

Hey, I could probably get
you backstage after the show.

I'm with the band.

Yeah?

Come on.

Yeah!

Brass tactics This
shit's never free

Everybody's inside
Taking what they need

Curse Catholics Now pass
me that collection basket

I'd take the cash tip
Any day of the week

Ooh

Ooh

Brass tactics

Fuck the masses

All right, boss. We're here.

Yeah, no... Just keep going.

Keep going. Just keep going.

All right.

- Oh, no, I'm not... I'm, I wasn't...
- Thank you.

Apologies. I thought
you were waiting.

I'm waiting, just
not for the bus.

Not exactly sure
what I'm waiting for.

A sign, maybe? That's what
I'm always waiting for.

How about I be yours?
You can be mine.

Let's just be reassured that we are
exactly where we are supposed to be.

Okay.

I like that.

Then I am going to keep my butt
firmly rooted to this bench.

I will cross the street
into an unknown world.

You only live once, right?

Once is enough, if
you do it right.

From the deck of the
country's oldest battleship,

Old Ironsides,

to the Magic Kingdom,

thousands of immigrants from
more than a hundred nations

became American citizens.

And more celebrations in Dallas,

where Independence Day
brought 100 soldiers home

from Iraq and Afghanistan
for two weeks of R & R.

Mercer.

Wait. You got him to come?

Where is he? Where is William?

I'm sorry to say he did not
make it. Although his suit did.

White linen. You wear it well.

Well, what are
you doing in here?

Apparently, even
William's fine tailoring

can't keep the other guests
from mistaking me for a waiter.

Three times.

Why are you hiding in here?

Because I'm drunk and
currently drinkless.

Oh, Regan... No, you should
let me help you there.

No, it's okay. I got it. It's
fine. Just fine. I'll be a second.

Okay. Regan, please.
Just let me... Okay.

Okay. Let me help
please. Let me...

- That was so stupid.
- Here we go. Just put that under there.

Former Boy Scout coming out.
Well, Eagle Scout, actually.

- Sorry.
- Yes. Okay.

Got you here.

Doesn't hurt too bad, does it?

No. It's okay.

But I do have
something for the pain.

In here?

No, of course not.

We got to go outside.

I was standing on the
corner With my love

And I ain't got no
reason To hold on in me

Real, real, real casual

Away from here

And I ain't got no
reason to get up

And get

Get up off my knees

To get up off my knees

This city's on fire Like
someone committing suicide

- Come on.
- Wait.

- I think I'm supposed to meet someone.
- Come on.

He's with me. Cool?

Yeah, cool. No problem.

Thank you.

Holy shit, Nicky.

That was intense.

You guys were so good. Billy
wishes he was ever that good.

- You never saw Billy live.
- Whatever.

I'll take the praise.

Are you gonna join us, kid,
or you just gonna watch?

- Stop.
- Which do you want me to do?

I love this dude.

- Come here. You.
- Come on.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, oka...

Someone get his
skinny ass a beer.

So, how do you know
our young friend here?

We just met.

Sewer Girl's always
making new friends.

Just watch out
for her boyfriend.

He's got a mean streak and
a metal plate in his jaw.

- Wha... Thank you.
- Here.

What happened to your jaw?

Nicky?

- He's not my boyfriend.
- What?

I am.

Who the fuck's the skinny
kid drinking all the beer?

This is...

Charlie. Hi.

- This is Charlie. Hi. Hmm?
- Charlie.

I've seen you before, Charlie. New
Year's Eve. You're Sam's friend.

Yeah. That night was kind of
a blur, but yeah. It could be.

- Wait. You didn't say you knew Sam.
- Well, I... You didn't ask.

I mean... But yeah, we're,
like, basically best friends.

So Sam's not here?

- There's no way she'd miss this.
- No.

She didn't want to. I mean, we
came here together and stuff,

but she said she had
to do something uptown.

Do you guys know the fastest
way to get to 5th and 73rd?

I'm supposed to meet her there.

Steal a car and drive.

Hey, SG, they're
playing our song.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

Bye, Nicky.

You had a great show tonight.

I don't want to be,
like, weird about it.

I don't wanna be weird about it.

- Yeah, I'll go. I...
- You're not going anywhere.

Come on, Charlie
Man. Come with me.

- Really?
- Yeah. After you, sir.

To where?

- Just follow me. I got you. Yeah?
- Okay, yeah.

You ever done coke
before, Charlie?

Yeah. One time. Yeah.

Have at it.

Yeah.

Like this, Scarface.

Nicholas. Nicholas.

Billy Three-Sticks. Holy shit.

I knew you couldn't stay away.

Just had to make sure you
weren't ruining my good name.

We have our own name.

Ex Nihilo. Means "out of nothing,"
like the way God fashioned life.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I am so glad that I
don't have to listen

to your pretentious
fucking bullshit anymore.

Come here.

You know, that wasn't
half bad out there.

I actually kinda liked it.

I did. I liked it.

I'm so sorry.

The two of you guys
meeting up like this...

I've read Sam's zine about
the history of this band and,

I mean, this just...
this is totally epic.

She's going to shit
herself when I tell her.

Oh, God. I should
go meet up with her.

She's probably waiting for me.

Who the fuck was that guy? Huh?

Thanks for coming down,
Billy. It means a lot.

So, what's the deal
with you and William?

- "Deal"?
- Oh, come on.

He's my brother. Do you live
together? Is it serious?

It is to me. Is it to William?

That I do not know.

He keeps so much to himself. His
past, his family, his feelings.

He's careless with words.

Told me he loved me on
the first night we met,

when he knew it
wouldn't mean anything.

Well, that's classic William.

Now you can't say
he never said it.

But I can never know
what he means by it.

So why'd you come here tonight?

Because I knew it
would piss him off.

Why'd you invite me?

Same, you know?

Here's to us.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.

Regan Hamilton-Sweeney
Lamplighter,

you are a badass.

Please drop the
"Lamplighter." I have.

And don't judge me. I hardly
ever touch this stuff.

Of course.

That must be the fireworks,

which means Felicia's
show is starting soon.

No. Those were
definitely gunshots.

No, it's the Upper East Side.

I'm from the South.
We know guns.

The bleeding stopped.

Now it's time for the
real pain to begin.

My step-uncle, Amory,
has summoned me.

Or as William and I used to
call him: the demon brother.

Come on.

- You can see why William stays away.
- Do you need help?

- No.
- Okay.

- The invitation said "white."
- White.

But then he's wearing beige,
and that's fully gray...

Oh, Lily, sorry. Sorry, Lily.

- No, you're good.
- Okay.

There he is.

Excuse me.

Regan, light of my life.

Finally, I'm basking in the
glow of my favorite step-niece.

Amory Gould, allow me to
introduce Mercer Goodman.

Mr. Goodman. I wasn't aware
Regan was bringing a guest.

You bounce back quick.

We know each other from school.

A student?

Teacher, but I'm also a writer.

Have you written anything
I might have read?

A novel, roman à clef, perhaps
a piece in the New Yorker?

I must admit I don't get to
the fiction in every issue,

but I do love the illustrations.

I haven't written anything
you might have read,

or anybody else for that matter.

But I'm planning to soon.

Regan, he's delightful.
He's so full of optimism.

You know, I too once considered
myself a bit of a writer.

Unfortunately, what I churned
out was mostly excrement

studded with a few indigestible
kernels of what once passed for wit.

But you know, setting
my notebooks aflame...

That was the moment when
I realized I was an adult.

Wow. Excuse me. It's
very nice to meet you.

Likewise.

No one knows how to dismantle
a person quite like you do.

Well, coming from you, Regan, that
almost seems like a compliment.

It's not.

Wait. We have to talk.

- About what?
- About your father.

I know. He passed his tests.

Yes, it was a great relief,

but it's not really much of a benefit
when it's time for him to stand trial.

What do you mean, "trial"?

There's no way to
sugarcoat this.

Tomorrow, when your father gets off
the plane, he's going to be arrested.

Arrested for what?

Financial crimes. Undervaluing
certain assets for tax purposes.

Overvaluing them
to secure loans.

The bank blew the
whistle to the feds.

Daddy would never. It's
some kind of a mistake.

- Someone else's wrongdoing.
- His signature is on the checks.

It's his family name on the buildings.
If they take one, they can take them all.

Now, as his daughter and
the COO of this company,

we need you to set the tone.

All right? I'm gonna gather a
few trusted advisers tomorrow.

We're gonna set up some bullet
points. We need a united front.

No!

Just go home.

Hello?

Is there anybody in there?

Hello?

Oh, my God.

Help! Help!

Hello? Yes, I need help.

There's been a shooting
in Central Park.

I'm off of 5th and
seventy-something, on the East Side.

Please, can you just
come as soon as you can?

She's dying.

Help! Anyone, please help!

Sam.

Sam, wake up. Sam,
come on, please. Sam!

She's in there!

Yeah!

What were you doing in the park?

I don't know. I wasn't...

I was waiting for the
bus, and I heard a noise.

I just thought it was
an animal at first.

But then when I
walked into the park,

Yeah, that's when I saw her.

- You didn't see anyone else in the area?
- No.

- It was just really dark...
- Detective Parsa?

McFadden, Manhattan North. Looks
like we caught a fresh one.

What do you got there?

This was on the girl.

That's mine.

Well then, I suppose
this is yours too?