City on Fire (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - The Demon Brother - full transcript

- [indie rock music playing]
- [cheering]

♪ Can't count all the ways ♪

♪ I made you feel hurt ♪

♪ I miss you when I ♪

♪ Get lost in the dirt ♪

♪ And don't wake me up ♪

♪ Don't like what you do ♪

♪ I can't fight 'em off ♪

♪ And I can't ♪

♪ Fight 'em off ♪

♪ For you ♪



[distorted] ♪ Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Sam ♪

[normal] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

[rhythmic beeping]

- Yeah. Thanks.
- I'll take it, hmm?

Happy birthday, sweetie.

You see that?
[stammers] Her eyes, they fluttered.

Can you... Can you check...
Check the monitor?

I think there's movement behind
her eyelids. I think she's waking up.

You see? Check the monitors.

You see... You see that? You see that?

[Sam] Dad?

♪ By myself ♪

[William singing indistinctly]



[nurse 1]
But the monitors aren't showing anything.

[Joe] You didn't see it. I saw it.

Just, please.
Ask for the doctor. [chuckles]

Joe, you're exhausted.
You need to take a break.

Hon, go home.
We can take care of her tonight.

I saw something. [sniffing]

[sirens blaring, radio chatter]

[officer 1] Police! Search warrant!

[officer 2] Police!

- [officers] Go! Go! Go!
- [officer 3] Clear!

[officer 4] Police! Search warrant!

[officers shouting]

Jesus fucking Christ.

Wow.

[shouting continues]

This has gotta be Iggy's spot
from Sam's zine.

Nicky Chaos's place.

[clatters]

- [police radio chatter]
- [officers shouting, indistinct]

[dog barks]

- [police radio chatter]
- [officers shouting]

Looks like a baby bomb.

Smaller than the one
that was on 175th Street.

They've been working up to something.

[siren wailing in distance]

[police radio chatter]

[McFadden] I don't get it.

What's an uptown D-bag like Amory Gould
have to do with any of this?

- Captain still won't sign his warrant?
- Ah, not without more evidence.

At least a strong motive.

If we bring him in for questioning…
[sighs]

He'll lawyer up. Or worse, disappear.

Yeah.

[Parsa sighs]

[cooing]

You in the market for a pet?

These assholes are never coming back.
Can't leave these little guys here.

- [dog barks]
- [whistle blows]

- Let's go.
- Yeah.

- [police radio chatter]
- [barking]

[officer]
That's as clear as we could take 'em.

Hey, number the prints…

He was right.
They were making something big.

Too bad it's gone, and so are they.

- So what do we do now?
- All we can do.

We wait.

Like sitting fucking ducks.

[Sol]
I fucking told you Charlie would narc.

Charlie was a disappointment.

- But also utterly predictable.
- This is all because of you.

Another dumb bitch
taking in a stray puppy.

[Nicky] Hey, hey, hey!

I love your tender heart.

[dog barks]

But we're doing this for Sam.

Ultio nostra means "vengeance is ours."

When we finish this tomorrow,
then we get the hell out of town.

When we return,
we're coming back to a new city.

You know, one where people will take
our ideas just a little more seriously.

Or at least there'll be a lot
fewer rich folks who wanna live here.

It's not all evil executives
who work in that building.

There's normal people too,
like janitors and shit.

That's exactly why you're staying
in the van.

Your fucking feelings
get the best of you every single time.

[Nicky] Sol, calm down.

Everybody's on edge.

We're gonna feel a lot better after.

Okay?

Yo. Let's go, Sol.

[people chattering]

[nurses chattering]

[nurse 1 chuckles] I mean,
the poor man made it himself.

The least we can do is eat it. All right.
Here's your piece.

You're not gonna have a little piece?

Ah, looks good,
but I gotta watch my sugar.

[nurse 1] One piece. Tiny, tiny piece.

I'll have the same size.

[rhythmic beeping]

I'm sorry, Sam.

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

[stammers] I'm sorry that I was...
That I was late that night,

and that I ran away.

And…

And that I didn't even know
it was your birthday.

To be honest, I don't even know
what day it is anymore.

But I... I do know about the fires.

And about that guy who died.

And I think it must've been really hard
for you to keep going after that.

[beeping continues]

[echoing] I think you would've
done something about it.

[echoing] Charles?

[Charlie] You wanted to help,
but they didn't want you to go, right?

Charles, where are you?

But who were you gonna tell that night?

And who tried to stop you?

For a minute, I thought it must've been
Nicky, but I saw the photo.

I don't... I don't think he would hurt you.

All I know is that you are good.

You would stand up for what's right
and somehow that put you here.

So, I'm gonna do the same.

They... They made a bomb for revenge.

Against who I don't know,
but I called it in.

I'm gonna go to the cops, and…
[stammers] …I'm turning myself in next.

And I'm gonna tell 'em everything I know.

I'm here to say goodbye…

'cause I don't know when I'll be able
to see you again.

Or, uh, if I'll be able to see you again.

But maybe I could just stay here
for a little while longer.

Not gonna lie, I'm... I'm really tired and…

I've really missed you.

[sighs]

I've really, really missed you.

[sighs]

William?

William?

William!

[sighs] Oh, thank goodness.

- Oh, babe.
- I… [stammers] …I just thought…

Thought I just ran out… [chuckles]
…first chance I could get?

Get a fix?

I'm sorry.

Yeah, well, if I OD, then Amory Gould…
[sighs] …gets off scot-free.

And we're not gonna let that happen,
are we?

[chuckles] No.

- [sighs] I've missed that kiss.
- Mmm.

[moans]

- [Mercer mumbles]
- Mmm. [chuckles]

Uh, but before we get going
to see Detective Parsa,

I really think you should speak
to your sister, uh, alone.

- Mmm.
- You two have found each other again.

Let some good come out of the bad
that's been happening.

[cartoon plays on TV]

- Hi.
- [Mercer] Good morning, everyone.

You're, uh, Mom's brother, right?

The one who ran away?

It's a little more complicated than that.

- Are you still sick?
- I didn't know that I was.

It's a different kind of sick, Cate.

- Like an addict.
- What's an addict?

It, um… [sighs]

Hey, I'm your Uncle William.

It is damn nice to finally meet you.

You said the D word.

I know most of the bad words.

- Oh, really?
- [chuckles] Yeah.

Little more family bonding with
Uncle William here, you'll know them all.

[William chuckles]

So, you're Will, huh?

It's a pretty sick name, right?

And you're Cate?

You know you look exactly
like your mom did when she was your age?

Hey, where is your mom anyway?

Um, not up yet.

- Do you think I should go wake her up?
- Yeah, she'll love that.

Nice to meet y'all. [chuckles]

Ooh, that is some sorry-looking
cereal right there.

Uh, how 'bout I whip up something
for you kids?

Yeah?

[knocks on door]

[William whispers] Hi.

Okay. Do you think that this is
the first time ever in history

that I'm awake before you?

Wait, what time is it?

Wh... Where are the kids?

They're awake and being fed by Mercer,

which undoubtedly means a veritable feast.

You met the kids and I wasn't there.

I know, like what? Cate, are you kidding?
She's ridiculo... I mean, she's you.

[chuckles]

Uh, Will is, uh, appropriately…
[sighs] …skeptical.

Protective. I respect it.

Honestly,
I spent all of 90 seconds with them,

and I can tell you're a really great mom.

[chuckles] I'm a borderline disaster
who's barely hanging on most of the time.

[sighs] You still can't take
a fucking compliment, huh?

Hmm.

I'm just glad you didn't give up
motherhood altogether.

What do... What does that mean?

What do you mean?

I know.

Um, the first thing I'm gonna say
is I'm sorry.

I only know what...
Whatever Amory had in his file.

Do you know that he has a file
for every single one of us?

I wanna hear the story.

I wanna hear your story
if you wanna tell me.

[stammers]
What do you wanna know, William?

[stammers] Everything.

You wanna know how I waited too long?

How I didn't think it could be possible?

How my jeans kept getting tighter
even though I stopped eating?

How I was psychotic with denial?

- What else?
- I went to a clinic

and I was past 24 weeks.

So there... there was nothing to be done.

I gave up my semester abroad in Italy
and I drove to Buffalo to a nunnery.

Me with fucking nuns.

And that is where I had a baby.

That must've been really fucking lonely.

[stammers] Amory knows all of this?

Amory knows everything.

[sighs] Oh.

All of the information about the couple
that adopted him… [sighs]

- …was just sitting right there.
- Don't say "him!"

I didn't ask if it was a boy or a girl.
I didn't ask you anything!

I get it, right? I understand
that you think this would be a lot easier

if you didn't know anything,
but I also know you.

And I am sure that this fucking haunts you
every goddamn day of your life.

And here it is.
It's all right here, Reegs.

[scoffs] Who knows who this kid is now?

What he's grown up to be.

- How he could possibly fit into your life?
- Stop.

Aren't you at all a little curious?
This is your son.

[clears throat] This is not my son.

He's one of us.

For better or for worse, right?

This is why I...
I didn't wanna tell you, William.

Okay, look.

I hear you. I'm sorry.

It's there, okay?

If you wanna throw it out, it's on you.

And if not, I'm here.

[Regan sniffles]

I love you.

[rhythmic beeping]

[nurse 1] How is my girl this morning?

Oh, I hope you had good dreams
last night, baby.

[reporter 1] The forecast,
mostly sunny skies today with…

Tomorrow, more sunny skies
and slightly warmer temperatures.

[reporter 2] While the decline

in the city's murder rate
was cheered as good news,

many are critical of a police department
that continues to let open cases go cold.

The latest example
is a Fourth of July shooting

of an unidentified female victim
in Central Park.

Six weeks later,
there is no one in custody.

And the victim remains in a coma,

sparking speculation that she
will soon be taken off life support

and the shooting will become

- yet another unsolved murder.
- [pants]

And he won't sign it?

That is correct, Mr. Gould.

- And he understands what they're offering?
- It appears that way.

Put me on.

[beeps]

It's Mr. Gould. He would like a word.

It's not necessary, Amory.

Hi, Bill. Hey, Felicia.

And good morning, crack legal team.

- I understand there's a problem?
- Not a problem, per se.

We're just, um…

- We're weighing our options.
- [Amory] Look, Bill.

The feds have put a hell of a deal
on the table.

One we've all worked very hard
for on your behalf.

It makes it all go away with
no real penalty to you or the company.

[Felicia] Which is wonderful.

And we are so grateful for your efforts.

And all I need to do is sign an affidavit
admitting to wrongdoing.

That's right.

One little piece of paper
and it all goes away.

I already stepped down
from the company I built.

Which really helped. No doubt about that.

At the end of the day,
what does a man have if not his name?

He's got freedom, Bill.

He's got options,

like what Hawaiian island you wanna
visit on your well-earned retirement.

I need to make a phone call.

To whom? Regan?

Her plate is quite full right now.

No, to William.

I wanna find out how his swim meet went.

He's a very strong swimmer, you know.

I'm very proud of him.

Of course, dear.

Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Let him call Andover again.
They can deal with him.

This goddamn disease is so unpredictable.

[sighs]

[William] So what kind
of music do you guys listen to?

[Cate] Britney Spears! Mom's favorite.

Can I tell you a secret?

Your mom has always
had the worst taste in music.

- Like, the worst.
- Wha...

What are you talking about?

[stammers]
I always liked, like, British ska,

- and Kate Bush and the Talking Heads.
- Oh, my. Ska.

Oh, please.

First of all, I liked Talking Heads,
you loved "Mr. Roboto."

- No... What?
- Unironically.

- You lie.
- Ah... Really?

Wow.

Okay, please tell your children

that you did not know every single word
to that song growing up?

Your mom, she used to dance like this
for real. [mimics robot]

[giggles] You do dance like that, Mommy.

- [Mercer chuckles]
- [Regan] No.

Do not trust him, Cate.

Your uncle's number one character flaw
is that he always thinks he's right.

Mmm. Mm-hmm.

Okay. It was...
It was a problem when I was younger,

but I mean, I am… [exhales sharply]
…so much more mature.

I'm older, I'm wiser.

You should probably listen
to everything I say.

- Mm-mmm.
- What? Stop.

- [Cate giggles]
- All right. We're here at camp.

[people chattering]

- [William] This is camp? Wow.
- [Regan] It's incredible. Yeah.

- You want me to just take 'em in?
- Yeah. You wanna?

- Yes. All right, kiddo.
- [Cate hums]

Okay, are you ready?

It's camp time!

- [Cate giggles]
- [grunts]

Will? Will.

- Your backpack.
- You got it?

[William] Come on.

All right, let's do it.

- [Mercer chuckles]
- Oh, my God. That is a sight to see.

[Regan, Mercer chuckle]

- Look at him with the pink backpack.
- [cell phone buzzes]

[chuckling continues]

Hello?

Regan, Bill is missing.

What do you mean missing?

Mathes left his post, leaving Bill
unattended and now he's wandered off.

You said to let him make a call.

He's never tried anything
like this before.

Well, Mathes, now he's tried it.
Are you happy?

[stammers]
And you have no idea where he went?

He said he was going to call Andover
to see how William's swim meet went.

Okay, the police shouldn't
be the ones to find...

I'll… [stammers] …I'll be right over. Bye.

That didn't sound good.

- Daddy's missing.
- [sighs]

Last thing he said was something about one
of your high school swim meets.

Jesus Christ.

You're never far from his mind.

- It's that bad, huh?
- Sometimes.

If this is one of them,

then he's wandering around lost
and confused, and he...

He is on foot, okay?
So he couldn't have gotten far.

Let's just go to the apartment.
My meeting can wait.

Okay.

- Yeah. All right.
- [William] Yeah.

[rhythmic beeping]

I don't really wanna say goodbye,
so I'll just...

[sighs] I'll see you later.

[sighs]

[beeping continues]

[sighs] Oh, Sam.

I'm sorry.

You trusted me.

I have no idea why.

You trusted me and I didn't trust you.

[sighs]

- Hey! Get away from her!
- What the fuck?

- Who are you?
- [stammers] Who are you?

- Are you the kid they're looking for?
- What?

Are you? What are you doing here?

- Did you shoot her?
- What?

- No!
- Did you?

- [stammers] I would never. Did you?
- No.

Well, are... aren't you Nicky's boss?

- Who's Nicky?
- He thinks his boss shot Sam.

Wait.

Do you mean… [sighs]

- Do you mean Amory Gould?
- Well, I don't know what his name is.

Nicky just calls that...
Him the devil or demon or...

The demon brother.

That's what Nicky called the bomb.

[stammers] Sorry, bomb?

Has it been in the news
that a bomb went off?

- No.
- [sighs]

Okay, good. Good. I called it in.
The police probably found it.

Okay, that's good.

Unless they didn't.

- I gotta go.
- No, you're not going anywhere.

You're a wanted man.

- Get out of my way. Hey!
- No, wait a second. [grunts]

- No! Hey!
- Hey! Let me go!

- Nurse! Security!
- The bomb is out there!

- I think I know where they're putting it!
- [grunts] Security!

Lord Jesus! Security!

- [grunts]
- Security!

- Let go of me.
- [Keith] I got him! [grunts]

-Hey
-Get off of me.

[siren blaring in distance]

[sighs]

The only thing that sucks
is that we won't be there to see it.

Yeah. The great artists
were always unappreciated in their time.

- [chuckles] I like that.
- Yeah?

- Where she at?
- [Sol] She's probably taking a piss.

She always has to take a piss.

SG?

- Fuck it, man. Come on. We gotta go.
- We're not leaving without her.

Yo. [stammers]
I think maybe she left without us.

- What are you saying?
- Look, man. You heard her last night.

She wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.

If she said goodbye,
would you really let her leave?

We're returning to a brand-new city.

I'm sorry that she's not gonna be here.

People are who they are. Okay?

- [cell phone ringing]
- Oh, my God. It's him!

Dad, where are you?

There he is.

I got this.

[breathes deeply] Okay.

- Hey, Dad.
- Am I dreaming?

No. You're not dreaming.

- It's you.
- It's me.

My son. My son.

Um, please, uh,
could you find a Detective Parsa?

- He-He knows me. [mutters]
- Oh, uh, well, I bet he knows me too.

Or wants to. I'm a person of interest, so…

- Yeah, I found him.
- No. Actually, I was gonna turn myself in,

- and then I found you.
- Oh, hi. Hello.

[stammers] What the hell is this?

Altercation between these two
in Mount Sinai.

You, I am not surprised. But who i...

[stammers] Holy shit.

I didn't recognize you without the mop.
You're Charlie frickin' Weisbarger.

He was creeping around Sam's room
at the ho...

Wha... I... No. I wasn't creeping.
What the hell were you doing in her room?

Separate these two.
I don't want them talking.

- Where's Parsa?
- Not here.

[sirens blaring]

Detective Parsa.

William. [clears throat]

- It's good to see you. Alive.
- Yeah, you too.

I look much better here than I would
at the bottom of the bay, right?

Don't we all?

You said you have information
relevant to the case?

Yes. And, uh, I brought my entire family.

[chuckles]

Okay, I have been here.

Seen it with my own eyes.

Blocks and blocks of closed-up,
burnt-down buildings in the Bronx.

So, I am sure if you look at any of this,
they're all arson.

Samantha had a photo in one of her zines
of one of the fires.

That means she was there.

Why was Samantha burning buildings
in the Bronx?

That's because of Nicholas McKay.

Also known as Nicky Chaos.

And why was he burning buildings
in the Bronx?

Because he needs money
to support his operation.

So he has a band, which he stole,

his shitty squat, uh, pseudo-intellectual
social movement, right?

Plus, there's the fact that
he's a pyromaniac.

[inhales] Yeah, I mean, he loves it.

If money's the motive, who's paying him?

Dad, um, I'm gonna say something...

The person paying this young man
to burn these buildings

is my brother-in-law, Amory Gould.

- Dad?
- How did you know that?

I'm not quite sure what I know. Not yet.

But I've been suspicious for a while.
Please, continue.

[cell phone ringing]

- [parent] Hello?
- Mrs. Weisbarger?

- Yes?
- Detective McFadden, NYPD.

We got your son Charlie here
at the station.

- You do? Is he...
- Alive? Yes.

- Oh.
- [McFadden] In trouble, also yes.

But he's safe. And you can see him.

I am on my way.

I got a lot on my plate,
so give me the short version.

I went to see Samantha.

That kid was there.
I recognized him from the poster.

We got into it when he tried to leave.

But… [stammers] …wait,
he said something about a-a bomb.

He said he called it in,
asked if you guys found it.

Yeah. He did, and we didn't.

This I can't explain. He said
it was named after my wife's step-uncle.

- Amory Gould?
- Yeah.

[William] The other day I followed Nicky,

and I saw him meet Amory
at the Harlem River right on the bridge.

I needed proof
that they were working together, right?

I found it. [sighs]

"LH"?

The only reason
Amory ever investigated Nicky

was because he was my friend. Right?

But Nicky's file, it wasn't...
It wasn't with the personal stuff.

Nicky's file was with the business files.

Right, because it is business.

LH is Liberty Heights,
is a proposed development right here.

But the only way
to get investors interested

in an under-resourced area like that
is to operate on a massive scale.

Like, basically, build a small town.

But when we ran the numbers
on acquiring this land,

it was astronomical.
So the project got shelved.

Until Amory just decided
to discount all the prices himself.

Hire Nicky to burn down
an entire fucking neighborhood.

What does that mean
from a business perspective?

Once enough properties
had been boarded up and abandoned,

then Amory could apply to the city
for a blight decree.

It means the city can expropriate the land
and then sell it back at a very low price.

And if he's got more fires planned,
that means more people could get hurt.

Or worse.

Look, we need to be able to prove
he made this blight decree.

Is, um... Is this proof enough?

What is that?

This morning
I had breakfast with the deputy mayor.

He didn't see any problem
with sharing a document

written on my own company's letterhead.

It's an application for a blight decree.

- Signed by Amory Gould.
- [grunts] That's it.

- That was impressive, Dad. [chuckling]
- And they said that you'd lost it.

These days more often than I'd like,
they're right. But I do have my moments.

I didn't wander off. I escaped.
People believe what they wanna believe.

Sometimes
a man's weakness is his strength.

Both true, and both came in handy today.

[knocks on door]

I was in the building, and I heard...

William. Hi.

It's been a minute, huh?

[Bill] Keith, William's back.

And apparently, we're solving
the attempted murder of a young girl.

[Regan] I assume that's why you're here.

U-Unless… [stammers] …you're embroiled
in other crimes that I don't know about.

Wait a... Wait a minute.
How does Keith know this girl?

They were having an affair.

Jesus, Reggie.

Hey, Bill. [stammers] Yes, it's true.

We're splitting up.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, Daddy.

But I guess that's him, right?

That's you. Back of your head.
[chuckles] Preppy.

Huh.

Holy shit.

It's you.

You're Amory's bagman.

Wow, Keith. So, I, uh... I take it
that's... That's where you met Sam.

- Right.
- Mmm.

Bagman? [stammers]

- What are you talking about?
- [sighs] Where do I start?

The beginning is usually a good place.

Yeah. Amory had me, uh, drop off
an envelope downtown every month.

To that address.

[William] At Nicky's place?

I don't know whose place it was
or what was in the envelope.

Wasn't told, didn't ask.
But I... I assume it was money.

Why would you do that?

Because I owed Amory,
and I didn't want you to know.

Know what?

That I didn't drop out of med school,
I flunked out.

That Amory got me my first finance job.
And when I lost all of our money,

all my clients' money,
Amory bailed me out.

All he wanted in return
was one errand once a month.

You saved my life. I'm not... [chuckles]
I'm not gonna forget it.

You needed a friend. You found one in me.
And you know, I was happy to do it.

- Thank you.
- One more thing.

I didn't go to business school
to be a drug dealer.

And who said anything about drugs?

Take the gun. Deliver the package.
That's all I'm asking.

Surely, that's not too much?

Why... Why wouldn't you tell me that?

You could... You could've told me that.
Any... [stammers] All of it.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

What happened on the fourth?

Sam called me. Wanted to talk.

Said if I didn't come to her,
she'd come to me, to the party.

I saw her there by the park.

She was at the bus stop.
I don't think she saw me.

I freaked out and took off.

I thought she'd sent Regan a note
outing the affair.

I thought she wanted to talk about us.
But now I know something was wrong.

She was scared. And maybe in her world,
I constituted a responsible adult,

someone she could trust.

Black powder was stolen
from Joe Yeung's workshop.

It's dangerous stuff,
and there's a lot missing.

We think
Nicholas McKay has been building a bomb.

Yeah. The kid said the same thing.

- What kid?
- The... The kid. Um, you know, Weisbarger.

He was brought in with me.

You. What do you know about a bomb?

- I've... I've seen it.
- He drew it.

And I think I know
where they're putting it.

Get an arrest warrant for Amory Gould,
attempted murder.

William Hamilton-Sweeney's here.
He'll give you what you need.

- He's alive?
- Mm-hmm.

[chuckles] I'm gonna fucking hug that guy.

You're gonna come with me.
Tell me everything you know on the way,

starting with where we're going.

- Oh, okay. All right.
- [Parsa] Come on.

Sir, we just received a bomb threat.
NYPD's sending a team. It seems credible.

I'm sure it is.

Give me five minutes
before you sound the alarm.

- Sir?
- I don't do well with crowds.

- [police officers clamoring]
- [siren wailing]

[siren wailing]

[guard 1] Everyone make your way calmly
to the stairwell,

to the front of the building.

We are evacuating
the building as a precaution.

Stay calm.

Keep moving, people, across the plaza.
Thank you.

For your own safety,
move across the street.

[officer, through walkie-talkie]
Gould has left the building.

They're sweeping the building
floor by floor,

starting at the penthouse
where his office is.

Stay in the car.

What? No, no, no, no.
Let me... Let me help, okay?

Sam might die 'cause
she tried to do something like this.

I'm willing to do the same for her.

That's messed up.

Also, you're a kid,
and I'm not sure I trust you.

Stay in the car, or I'll arrest you.

- [grunts]
- I'm already arrested, right?

I'm not sure what you are yet.

Keep moving across the street.

- Oh! No one's allowed inside.
- Hey! Let go of me.

- Wait, what were you doing in there?
- Buying a fucking condo.

Yeah, right.

Fuck you. I was dropping off
a sandwich for my dad. There he is.

Dad, hey!

- Security! Security! We...
- Oh!

[Parsa chatters]

[guard chattering]

Go back in...

Fuck.

Hey, wait!

Oh, shit.

[sighs, grunts]

Bill's missing, and now
there's a bomb threat? What's going on?

- I don't know.
- How is that possible? You always know.

Bill? Darling.

Regan, you found him. How wonderful.

- Actually, he found us.
- William.

- William, what brings you back?
- Him.

Hi. I'm alive.

I guess
you underestimated my will to live.

Also,
you forgot I'm an incredible swimmer.

I have no idea
what the hell you're talking about.

See, we found your files.

We know everything.

Nicky, the arsons, the blight decree,
Liberty Heights.

You're going to prison.

How dare you burst in here and start
hurling these outlandish accusations.

He didn't burst in. He came in with me,
invited into my home.

His home.

William has made a very compelling case
regarding your crimes, Amory.

If only I'd listened to him more closely
years ago,

we might not have
lost so much time as a family.

And that poor young girl might not be
fighting for her life right now.

- What girl?
- The girl that was shot in the park.

William has some wild theory
about my involvement.

- It's over.
- [Felicia] Bill, what are you saying?

Isn't it clear? William's always
wanted Bill to cast me out.

It's taken 15 years,
but he's finally succeeded,

at least from the family.

We'll see what happens with the business.

Amory, I'm sure if we dug deep enough,

we'd find that you were responsible
for those crimes too.

Look at this formidable team.

The dried-up divorcée,
the addled patriarch and the junkie son.

Not to mention,
the Great American Novelist.

You know, your barbs no longer injure me,
Mr. Gould.

A villain's words tend to lose their power
once his plot's been revealed.

That's Mercer's way of saying,
"Fuck you, Amory."

You know what, fuck him.
And fuck all of you!

I've been eating your shit for decades,
and now…

- you're gonna have to deal without me.
- [siren wailing in distance]

- No, no, no.
- [Bill, Mercer, Regan] William!

[Charlie panting, grunting]

[groaning, panting]

SG!

SG!

Lorraine, where are you? [pants]

Lorraine!

- William. William. Don't hurt him.
- [Mercer] Come on, William. Stop, please.

I could give a shit about Amory,
but, like...

But we also
don't want you to get in trouble.

- Please, William. It's gonna be okay.
- Right.

We can't let him leave.
He'll slip off on to some private jet,

disappear to whatever the fuck island
his creepy friend owns.

- [Felicia] This is unbelievable.
- [Mercer] No, okay!

See, everybody else has paid
for what you've done.

Everyone except for you.

Do you need help, sir?

No, Mathes. Just leave us.

Mr. Gould.

- Get away from him.
- What are you doing?

- [grunting]
- Oh, my...

- It's okay, it's okay.
- [heaving]

[Mercer] Regan, call an ambulance.
Please call the ambulance right now!

[Mercer] It's okay. Just hold on.

- [mouthing words] Come on.
- [William panting]

[Mercer] Look at me. Relax.

Hi… [stammers] …we need an ambulance.
Someone's been stabbed.

It's okay, it's okay.

[panting]

[Sewer] Charlie.

- Hey. Hey.
- You're too late, Charlie.

No. No, no. That's not true. [stammers]
Until it goes off, we still have time.

Okay? There's gotta be something.
Um, you're here. Y-You gotta help me.

- I'm here to die.
- What? W-Why?

I tried to stop it, but I can't.

[inhales shakily]
I don't know who I am anymore.

Maybe I was never that great
to begin with.

I must've had some good in me.

I've done so many things, Charlie.

Bad things. [inhales shakily]
And for what?

- To help people? Who have we helped?
- Hey. Hey, it's okay. All right?

We all fell for it.
Nicky's just good at what he does.

Now you know the truth. Like me
and Sam, which means you're already free.

Sam is not free, Charlie.

- Who knows if Sam is even gonna live?
- You can do what Sam couldn't.

You can stop this.
Well, you and me together.

I know the bomb is in here,
and I think you know where.

If you tell me,
we can finish what Sam started.

She didn't want any more people
getting hurt, and I know you don't either.

Lorraine, I can't save them, but you can.

[breathes shakily]

- I told you there's no time.
- Where is it?

- Charlie, stop. What are you doing?
- Where is it? Lorraine, where is it?

It's down there.

Nicky and the guys
got jobs as window washers.

[beeping]

Charlie, stop.

Stop. What are you doing? Charlie!

Charlie, stop! Stop! What are you doing?

Charlie, no! It's too far!

[panting, groaning]

[Sewer] Charlie, stop! Please!
You're gonna fall. Don't make me see that.

[breathes shakily]

Charlie, please! There's no time!
Just listen to me!

[Charlie's dad echoing] Hey, Charlie.
Something's happened.

[airplane approaching]

Charlie!

No! No!

- [rhythmic beeping stops]
- [alarm beeping]

Someone tell me what the fuck is going on.

[car horn honks]

[nurse]
Well, how much longer is it gonna take?

Why aren't the generators kicking in?

Maintenance is working
as fast as they can.

[stammers] What? Stop!

[respirator hissing]

Hang in there, baby girl.
I am not letting you go out like this.

[Sam panting]

[echoing] Please! Please, let me out!