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
Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Sam
Happy birthday to you
- Yeah. Thanks. - I'll take it.
Happy birthday, sweetie.
You see that? Her eyes, they fluttered.
Can you check the monitor?
I think there's movement behind her eyelids. I think she's waking up.
You see? Check the monitors.
You see that?
Dad?
By myself
But the monitors aren't showing anything.
You didn't see it. I saw it.
Just, please. Ask for the doctor.
Joe, you're exhausted. You need to take a break.
Hon, go home. We can take care of her tonight.
I saw something.
Police! Search warrant!
Police!
- Go! Go! Go! - Clear!
Police! Search warrant!
Jesus fucking Christ.
Wow.
This has gotta be Iggy's spot from Sam's zine.
Nicky Chaos's place.
Looks like a baby bomb.
Smaller than the one that was on 175th Street.
They've been working up to something.
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? - Not without more evidence.
At least a strong motive.
If we bring him in for questioning...
He'll lawyer up. Or worse, disappear.
Yeah.
You in the market for a pet?
These assholes are never coming back. Can't leave these little guys here.
- Let's go. - Yeah.
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.
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.
Hey, hey, hey!
I love your tender heart.
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.
Sol, calm down.
Everybody's on edge.
We're gonna feel a lot better after.
Okay?
Yo. Let's go, Sol.
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?
Looks good, but I gotta watch my sugar.
One piece. Tiny, tiny piece.
I'll have the same size.
I'm sorry, Sam.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry 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 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.
I think you would've done something about it.
Charles?
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 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 made a bomb for revenge.
Against who I don't know, but I called it in.
I'm gonna go to the cops, and 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 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 really tired and...
I've really missed you.
I've really, really missed you.
William?
William!
Thank goodness.
- Babe... - I just thought...
Thought I just ran out first chance I could get?
Get a fix?
I'm sorry.
Yeah, well, if I OD, then Amory Gould gets off scot-free.
And we're not gonna let that happen, are we?
No.
God, I've missed that kiss.
But before we get going to see Detective Parsa,
I really think you should speak to your sister alone.
You two have found each other again.
Let some good come out of the bad that's been happening.
- Hi. - Good morning, everyone.
You're 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...
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? - Yeah.
Little more family bonding with Uncle William here, you'll know them all.
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?
Not up yet.
- Do you think I should go wake her up? - Yeah, she'll love that.
Nice to meet y'all.
That is some sorry-looking cereal right there.
How 'bout I whip up something for you kids?
Yeah?
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?
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.
Will is appropriately skeptical.
Protective. I respect it.
Honestly, I spent all of 90 seconds with them,
and I can tell you're a really great mom.
I'm a borderline disaster who's barely hanging on most of the time.
You still can't take a fucking compliment, huh?
I'm just glad you didn't give up motherhood altogether.
What does that mean?
What do you mean?
I know.
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.
What do you wanna know, William?
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 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.
Amory knows all of this?
Amory knows everything.
All of the information about the couple that adopted him
- 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.
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.
That is not my son.
He's one of us.
For better or for worse, right?
This is why 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.
I love you.
How is my girl this morning?
I hope you had good dreams last night, baby.
The forecast, mostly sunny skies today with...
Tomorrow, more sunny skies and slightly warmer temperatures.
While the recent 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.
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.
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...
- We're weighing our options. - 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.
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.
So what kind of music do you guys listen to?
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?
I always like, 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. - 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.
You do dance like that, Mommy.
No.
Do not trust him, Cate.
Your uncle's number one character flaw is that he always thinks he's right.
Okay. It was a problem when I was younger,
but I mean, I am so much more mature.
I'm older, I'm wiser.
You should probably listen to everything I say.
- What? Stop. - All right. We're here at camp.
- This is camp? Wow. - It's incredible. Yeah.
- You want me to just take 'em in? - Yeah. You wanna?
Yes. All right, kiddo.
Okay, are you ready?
It's camp time!
Will? Will.
- Your backpack. - Got it?
Come on.
All right, let's do it.
Oh, my God. That is a sight to see.
Look at him with the pink backpack.
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?
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 be right over. Bye.
That didn't sound good.
Daddy's missing.
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. - Yeah.
I don't really wanna say goodbye, so I'll just--
I'll see you later.
Oh, Sam.
I'm sorry.
You trusted me.
I have no idea why.
You trusted me and I didn't trust you.
- Hey! Get away from her! - What the fuck?
- Who are you? - 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?
- I would never. Did you? - No.
Well, aren't you Nicky's boss?
- Who's Nicky? - He thinks his boss shot Sam.
Wait.
Do you mean...
- 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.
Sorry, bomb?
Has it been in the news that a bomb went off?
No.
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.
- No! Hey! - Hey! Let me go!
- Nurse! Security! - The bomb is out there!
- I think I know where they're putting it! - Security!
Lord Jesus! Security!
Security!
- Let go of me. - I got him!
- Hey - Get off of me.
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.
- I like that. - Yeah?
- Where she at? - 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. 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?
Oh, my God. It's him!
Dad, where are you?
There he is.
I got this.
Okay.
- Hey, Dad. - Am I dreaming?
No. You're not dreaming.
- It's you. - It's me.
My son.
Please, could you find a Detective Parsa?
- He knows me. - 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. - Hi. Hello.
What the hell is this?
Altercation between these two in Mount Sinai.
You, I am not surprised. But who i--
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.
Detective Parsa.
William.
- 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 I brought my entire family.
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, pseudo-intellectual social movement, right?
Plus, there's the fact that he's a pyromaniac.
Yeah, I mean, he loves it.
If money's the motive, who's paying him?
Dad, 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.
- Hello? - Mrs. Weisbarger?
- Yes? - Detective McFadden, NYPD.
We got your son Charlie here at the station.
- You do? Is he-- - Alive? Yes.
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, wait, he said something about 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.
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.
"LH"?
The only reason Amory ever investigated Nicky
was because he was my friend. Right?
But Nicky's file, 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 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. - That's it.
- That was impressive, Dad. - 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.
I was in the building, and I heard--
William. Hi.
It's been a minute, huh?
Keith, William's back.
And apparently, we're solving the attempted murder of a young girl.
I assume that's why you're here.
Unless you're embroiled in other crimes that I don't know about.
Wait a minute. How does Keith know this girl?
They were having an affair.
Jesus, Reggie.
Hey, Bill. 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. Preppy.
Holy shit.
It's you.
You're Amory's bagman.
Wow, Keith. So, I take it that's where you met Sam.
Right.
Bagman?
- What are you talking about? - Where do I start?
The beginning is usually a good place.
Yeah. Amory had me drop off an envelope downtown every month.
To that address.
- 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 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 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-- 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 kid. You know, Weisbarger.
He was brought in with me.
You. What do you know about a bomb?
- 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?
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.
- Okay. All right. - 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.
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.
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. 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.
I'm already arrested, right?
I'm not sure what you are yet.
Keep moving across the street.
- 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--
Go back in--
Fuck.
Hey, wait!
Oh, shit.
Okay.
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. - 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.
- No, no. - William!
SG!
Lorraine, where are you?
Lorraine!
- William. William. Don't hurt him. - 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.
- This is unbelievable. - 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?
Oh, my--
It's okay, it's okay.
Regan, call an ambulance. Please call the ambulance right now!
It's okay. Just hold on.
Come on.
Look at me. Relax.
Hi, we need an ambulance. Someone's been stabbed.
It's okay.
Charlie.
- Hey. Hey. - You're too late, Charlie.
No. That's not true. Until it goes off, we still have time.
Okay? There's gotta be something. You're here. You gotta help me.
- I'm here to die. - What? Why?
I tried to stop it, but I can't.
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. 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.
- 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.
Charlie, stop.
Stop. What are you doing? Charlie!
Charlie, stop! Stop! What are you doing?
Charlie, no! It's too far!
Charlie, stop! Please! You're gonna fall. Don't make me see that.
Charlie, please! There's no time! Just listen to me!
Hey, Charlie. Something's happened.
Charlie!
No! No!
Someone tell me what the fuck is going on.
Well, how much longer is it gonna take?
Why aren't the generators kicking in?
Maintenance is working as fast as they can.
What? Stop!
Hang in there, baby girl. I am not letting you go out like this.
Please! Please, let me out!