City on Fire (2023) s01e04 Episode Script

1
[POP MUSIC PLAYING]
[GASPS] I've been looking
everywhere for this.
Wait, sorry, you've been
looking everywhere for
The Hierarchies of Cuckoldry and
Bankruptcy by Charles Forrier?
- Fourier.
- Fourier.
The writer had a lot
of revolutionary ideas,
- but was also funny as hell.
- Hmm.
"Fourier offers a caustic
critique of a civilization
that overregulates sexual congress
while allowing the financial
sector to screw over the public."
- Sounds, um Sounds hilarious.
- [SAM CHUCKLES]
I've never heard you
talk about him before.
- Well, it's not for me. It It's a gift.
- Ah. Cool.
For, um For who?
Iggy.
From Land of A Thousand Dances.
His real name's Nicky,
which I can tell you because
you're gonna meet him on New Year's.
He's having a party at his place.
It's this squat in Chinatown.
So filthy, but so fun.
And also surprisingly educational.
He was kind of, sort
of in Ex Post Facto.
Oh, so this guy's basically,
like, a legend to you?
Not that I would ever let him know that.
The key to meeting your heroes
is pretending like you do
not give a shit about them.
Thought the key was to never meet them.
A-A-And it kind of
seems like you do care,
since you're getting him,
like, a present and stuff, so…
Well, I'm buying him a book.
I buy books for people, Charles.
I gift knowledge.
Well, you've never gotten one for me.
Oh, I'm gonna get you one.
I'm gonna get you one.
"Corduroy"?
So, it's about this
bear who loses a button.
You're gonna love it.
[CHARLIE SIGHS]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
- Could have asked me to smile.
- That seemed like a tall order.
It wasn't of you.
That street art.
Stop gentrification.
Save the city you love.
- Hey, um, I have a question.
- Yeah?
Wh-Why are we trying to save the
thing that we actively burned down?
Sometimes you have to set
the world on fire to fix it.
You've heard Nicky.
I don't know.
I don't really get
what he's talking about.
But it beats county jail
or the back of Sol's van.
We help Nicky with his missions,
and he takes care of us.
- Mmm.
- Some dude in a suit pushes an envelope
of cash through the mail slot once
a month. I try not to analyze it.
Wait, someone pays for that place?
Yeah, we have toilets that flush.
You should go by C-Squat sometime.
[SIGHS] Speaking of, I gotta pee.
Think we put in our time here.
Oh. Dump, like, a dozen flyers.
Not enough to make Nicky suspicious,
but enough to make it seem like
we changed some hearts and minds.
[INHALES DEEPLY, GRUNTS]
[SIGHS]
Hey. Twenty for a hand
job. [SIGHS] Fifty for head.
- The second one.
- Hmm.
[WHISPERS] Okay. I'm gonna need
the cash first though, please.
- [KNOCKS ON DOOR]
- We gotta go.
[INHALES SHARPLY] You're
under arrest, Tinker Bell.
- ["WOLF LIKE ME" PLAYING]
- [GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
- [WHISPERS] What the fuck, Charlie?
- Let's go.
Shit.
- [EXHALES SHARPLY]
- [GRUNTING]
[PANTS]
Officer!
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY INTO RADIO]
Go, go! Come on!
- [BOTH PANTING]
- [SEWER] Shit.
- [CHARLIE] Sorry.
- [SEWER] Sorry!
[PANTING]
[GRUNTING]
Like I said, you're under arrest.
[PHONE RINGING]
[SIGHS]
[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]
Better be good. [SIGHS]
Sorry, uh, this a bad time?
I'm, uh, at that appointment,
I think I mentioned.
Oh. [CHUCKLES] Oh, so you,
uh, really got your hands full?
Hey, uh, real quick, did we get a
an ID off the CCTV cam at the dorm?
Back of the guy's head. He's tall,
clean-cut like Panda Girl said.
But, uh, that's not why I'm calling.
William Hamilton-Sweeney
is asking for you.
He's the owner of the suit
Mr. Goodman was wearing
the night of Samantha's shooting.
Also, he's one of
those Hamilton-Sweeneys.
All right, well, uh, keep him there.
Oh, he's not going anywhere. He
got, uh, picked up for solicitation.
Tried to run. Seems Mr. Goodman
left your card in his pants,
and now he thinks he's got
a friend in the department.
Wow. Okay.
- [SPOUSE] Al, are you on a call?
- [KNOCKS]
No, I'll be there soon.
I just had to get that out
of the way so I could focus.
This is hard for me, you know?
- My mother would not approve.
- Now you're thinking about your mother?
Ali, your mom wants grandkids.
She's not gonna ask
where they came from.
[SIGHS]
Will, I can't find
your basketball jersey.
Can you just wear a fucking T-shirt?
No, I want my jersey.
[PHONE RINGS]
Hi, Stu. I'll be there by 10:00.
I have to get the kids to camp.
Okay, because I think I saw a
fax I wasn't supposed to see.
- And you're gonna wanna see it too.
- What is it?
You would know better than me.
I'm just gonna put it
in a drawer in your desk.
Okay, thanks. Bye.
Okay, thanks.
Hey, you! I see you.
Same as I told you before,
if you're not on anybody's
approved visitor list,
- you don't get to visit anybody.
- I know, but I come in peace.
- I don't trust your face. Go. Now.
- Okay. S-Sorry.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]
- Music isn't too loud?
- Not at all.
Hopefully, it brightens
up her day. And yours.
I'm gonna go grab a
coffee. Bring you one?
Much appreciated, Mr. Yeung.
- [JOE] Cream and sugar?
- Sounds good.
Are you a reporter?
- Do I need to call security?
- No. No.
[PHONE RINGING]
[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]
- Hey.
- [REGAN] Where are you?
- Where are you?
- I was on my way to the office.
- Same.
- But I need you to redirect over here.
- There's a problem.
- What kind of problem?
- Just get here as soon as you can, okay?
- No, what's going on?
Regan, it's more than
a little out of my way.
It's Will. It's serious, Keith.
Uh, breaking up. Ba-Bad cell spot.
But yeah, I'll-I'll be right there.
The, u-um, person I came to
see al-already checked out.
M-M-Maybe who-whoever y-you're
visiting would want these?
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
Daisies are her
favorite. How'd you know?
- [BEEPING]
- He's leaving.
- Follow him.
- Will do.
[HAIR TRIMMER BUZZING]
[SEWER] Without the curls, there's
no way anyone will recognize you.
[CHARLIE] Except for every
other aspect of my appearance.
- Starting with my face.
- Okay. Check it out.
- [BUZZING STOPS]
- My masterpiece is complete.
What's wrong? You look cute.
Not all guys could pull this off,
but you have a really good head shape.
It's not the haircut. Though that's
not really… [SIGHS] … helping.
Then what?
What have I done? I'm a wanted man.
Sam's still in a coma. I
have no idea who shot her.
Oh, and also, I got talked
into bombing a building.
- So I'm, like, a bomber now. [CHUCKLES]
- Hey. It's okay.
I just have a bad feeling.
You know, you're not the only
person who's ever had these thoughts.
This is what it's like
when you first break away
from the regular world
and come live here.
What the hell is going on
here? Are those my clippers?
- Those are my clippers.
- Hey! Go easy on him.
If you ask me, we've all gone
a little too easy on this kid.
- [GRUNTS]
- Stop!
Hey, except nobody asked you, Sol.
Charlie needs us. He's a fugitive,
okay? There's wanted posters.
[SOL] What? Then he can't stay here.
Nicky, he'll bring too much heat.
It ain't enough to
shave his curly locks.
[GRUNTS]
Nah, you're safe here,
Prophet. And we protect our own.
We avenge those who cross us.
[SIGHS, SUCKS TEETH]
[GRUNTS]
So, you're the roommate.
[SIGHS] He uses that one
on strangers too, huh?
[SCOFFS]
Thought it was just his mom. I
suppose my reputation precedes me.
Well, your drug habit does.
But solicitation? That is a new one.
Relax. I wasn't actually going to do it.
I was just gonna… [SMACKS LIPS]
… take the money and run.
So much more honorable. You know,
Mercer seems like a nice guy.
- I thought he'd have better taste.
- Right,
I have been trying to tell
him that for a long time.
He's too good for this world.
Wouldn't last a minute behind bars.
- And you would?
- That is
why I am trying to appeal
to your better angels.
Like you said, this is my first offense,
and I am just trying to figure
out whether it makes sense
for this fine police department
to use all of its resources
to try and prosecute me.
Absolutely. Maybe a little
prison time would be good for you.
There's no better way to kick a
habit than cold turkey in a jail cell.
I have been living in my studio,
and I didn't want Mercer
to see all of this. [SIGHS]
Detective, I'm guilty of obstinance,
false pride, uh, terrible judgment…
- but not prostitution.
- [CHUCKLES]
- [GAGS, COUGHS]
- All right.
Um, say if I can get these,
uh, charges dropped, you know,
convince the undercover vice
cop you were just being friendly,
what would you do for me? For Mercer?
You gonna check into
rehab? Go to an NA meeting?
- What if I help you solve this case?
- Excuse me?
I mean, I've been staring
at this wall for a while now,
waiting for you.
And those dots.
This is all for the girl who
was shot in Central Park, right?
- The one that Mercer found.
- Yeah.
And have you figured
out that this is me yet?
[WHISPERS] Billy Three-Sticks.
I thought you were some kind of painter.
Multi-talented. [SNIFFLES]
Uh, you see, I wa I-I was
in the band, and then I wasn't.
Uh… [SIGHS] … I had to walk away.
[STAMMERING] I stumbled, really.
Just Our guitar player OD'd, died,
and I didn't want to play without him.
I mean, I couldn't really. So…
I was only slightly less
fucked up than he was.
So I left.
- [STAMMERS] This album is hers?
- Mm-hmm.
- And she was at this show?
- Mm-hmm.
- Wow. This is her, right? Samantha?
- Yeah.
I do not know any Samanthas.
Does she go by something else?
Not that I'm aware. [SIGHS]
- Right.
- You know all your fans by name?
Fuck if I wasn't also at this show,
and fuck if I didn't meet this
kid at the club afterwards.
He was doing coke with
this guy, lead singer.
"Lead singer" is a bit of a stretch.
More like a karaoke version of me.
Goes by Nicky Chaos.
Uh, this kid, he
mentioned that he was
he was going to go meet someone.
Uh, could have been a Sam or Samantha,
I guess. Honestly, I have no idea.
But he mentioned that she was a writer,
that she wrote something
about me and Nicky.
In here.
We're looking for the kid.
- [SIGHS]
- Charles Weisbarger.
Charles Weisbarger.
Honestly, he may know something,
but didn't really seem like
the murdering type. [SIGHS]
Hmm.
You know, I only, uh,
scanned it so far, but, um,
she writes about you guys a lot.
[SNIFFS]
[CHUCKLES]
Like, don't you think it's
weird that this girl, Samantha,
who is obsessed with me and my band,
gets shot in a park across the
street from my father's house?
And found by your boyfriend.
He wasn't supposed to be at that party.
[INHALES DEEPLY] I don't know
exactly what he said to you, but uh,
he was not invited,
and I was… not expected.
'Cause I haven't talked to my
family in more than 15 years.
It all kind of went to shit
after my mom died. [CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS]
But, uh, obviously, there
is a connection here, right?
- You called him?
- How'd I know you were gonna be so helpful?
- [SIGHS]
- All right.
Go home. Take a shower. Eat something.
I'll deal with your charges.
You think of anything, you call me.
[INHALES SHAKILY] Hey, can I take those?
Yeah, they're copies.
We figure out who the
connection to Samantha is,
- we figure out who shot her.
- Mmm.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Hey, what's going on?
Come with me.
The L key is missing.
So we should get him a new one?
- Is that what you brought me here for?
- The note. The note from her.
"He is lying to you." The
L was actually a number one.
Are you sure?
Every keystroke is permanently
imprinted on my brain.
She said she didn't write
it. I-I didn't believe her.
Oh, shit. [EXHALES SHARPLY]
He knew about the affair, Keith.
How did Will know about the affair?
I don't know.
I don't know. I-I-I was
always very discreet.
- I tried to be.
- [SCOFFS]
[KEITH] We never went anywhere
that anyone would see us.
She never came to the house.
Except… [STAMMERS] … one time.
Stay here.
[KEITH] She came to the apartment once.
Hey. What did I tell you?
What are you gonna do? Punish me?
- Oh, my God, Keith.
- I didn't want her to come up,
but she did, and nothing
happened, and no one was home.
I'm sorry. It's just weird here.
That you knew of. Will
is 12. He has a key!
[SIGHS] Explains a lot.
I'm so sorry. [BREATHES
SHAKILY] I never intended
- [SCOFFS] Fuck you and your intentions.
- What do you want me to do?
- You want me to go?
- I want you to die.
- You don't mean that.
- I really do. Except, I need you alive,
because you are the father of
my children, and they love you.
And they're hurting enough.
We're gonna have to crack this
thing open and actually read it.
Well, you're on your own.
I'm not a fan of comic books.
- I never know where I'm supposed to look.
- That's very helpful.
- Hmm. [CHUCKLES]
- [PERSON] Hey, Detective, got a sec?
[SIGHS]
[SAM] Gloria Fan was
somewhere east of Bowery
when the drugs began to take hold.
Street numbers turned to letters,
and the cabs rolling past were
suddenly an exquisite yellow,
their headlights like drops of
milk in the weak tea of the day.
How much of this was
observed by Dirty Paul,
his enormous hands dwarfing the
wheel of his white panel van,
his beefy frame straining the seams of
his Rangers jersey, she couldn't say.
Piper had her head out
the window, as usual.
Like a happy puppy, she
shut her eyes and smiled,
letting the wind blow back her hair.
Iggy was buzzing though.
Knowing him, his ecstasy was
not pharmaceutically induced,
due to rather the
exhilaration of being alive
and doing something naughty.
What can I say about C?
What this human lacks in experience,
he makes up for in enthusiasm.
You can show him a
certain building you like,
or a tree even, and for him
it will be the coolest
building or tree he's ever seen.
When you tell him a story,
any story, his face
lights up like a girandole.
Today, a rather beautiful
preppy stands on the steps
of Iggy's broke-down palace.
He's come by to deliver a package,
but a twist of fate
has delivered him to me.
When he gives me a ride uptown, I
hover above and look down on myself,
on a life totally different than
anything I ever thought I wanted.
As I scribble my phone
number on his wrist,
I see myself through his
eyes, and I like what I see.
Someone bring me a whole
bunch of thumbtacks!
Um, hey.
Hi, there.
Uh I'm sorry. Um, I'm sorry.
I can't I can't do that.
Okay.
- [SIGHS]
- I thought you liked me.
I mean, I do. You're-You're very
You're very You're very likable.
I mean, a-at this point, I consider
you to be one of my best friends.
I mean, no offense to
Mickey Sullivan, but…
As far as I know, you only have one
other friend, and she's in a coma.
Um…
Even if I'm not,
technically, Sam's boyfriend,
and even though I don't know
exactly how she feels about me,
giving my heart or any part
of my body to anybody else
would be like giving
up on her. And I just…
I just can't really do that.
I have to believe that she's
gonna be okay and, uh
And that I'll find my
way back to her, so…
Yeah.
Lorraine.
My real name.
[NEWSCASTER] Mayor
Michael Bloomberg today…
Uh, Tanqueray with…
a twist.
… that the initiative is partly
responsible for the city's…
[NEWSCASTER] Coming
back to that Bronx fire
we told you about a couple weeks ago.
While investigators first linked…
- Nice twist.
- [NEWSCASTER] … arson that's been sweeping
through the borough in recent months,
today, the NYPD and Homeland
Security reported that
the fire was caused by an
improvised explosive device, or IED.
… has come back negative for
deadly biological or chemical agents,
but DHS say they are not
ready to rule out te
Okay, so when you found the girl,
there was no one else around, right?
I can't do this anymore.
You weren't curious
when it happened to me
and now it's all you talk about.
That was before I knew she
was an Ex Post Facto fan.
- [SIGHS]
- I meant this not in a conceited way.
W-We only sold so many records, right?
And she had one. And she was
at the Ex Nihilo show, she left.
She went to go sit in a park, across
the street from my dad's house,
which is where you found her. Shot.
[SIGHS] Maybe Nicky
knows the answers to this,
or he'll definitely at least
know the right questions to ask.
How about the questions I have?
Like, how you ended up
arrested for prostitution?
- [WILLIAM SIGHS]
- Will you sit still and talk to me?
Mercer.
I'm just trying to work here, okay?
Which is hard enough fucking
self-weaning off heroin. All right?
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
As long as I have waited
for you to create again,
- it will have to wait a little longer.
- [SIGHS]
- I-I-I I called him.
- There is a car outside with a bag packed.
William, I'm taking you to the airport.
There is a facility in Florida
that has agreed to detox you.
Followed by 28 days of addiction
therapy. So, we leave right now?
- No. No, no.
- No. The LIE. The traffic is not good.
I am not going anywhere. I appreciate
it. Okay? I do, but I can't go.
- I have to figure this shit out.
- William,
you cannot figure out
addiction on your own.
I'm not talking about that!
I'm talking about the girl
in the park, all right?
NYPD has no idea what happened to her.
What girl is he talking about?
The girl who was shot in Central Park.
Oh, I'm sorry. William
is now solving crimes?
No, no. He's just substituting
one addiction for another.
Mercer, this girl is connected to us.
I don't know how. I don't
know why. But for some reason,
I think I'm the only one that
can figure this shit out. Okay?
- I have to figure this out.
- [SIGHS] William, please.
Will you just come
with me? The car is
[WILLIAM] Mercer.
Can you at least tell
me where you're going?
[BRUNO SIGHS]
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
The best of men are often
the most difficult to love.
I wish this cliché was not true…
[INHALES] …but it is. [SIGHS]
[SNIFFS]
[SOL CHEWING] This is pretty good,
SG. Better than your usual slop.
- Hey! My mom's dirty rice. It's amazing.
- [CHUCKLES]
What happened to Sam's camera?
What?
Um, I was just
I was thinking. It went missing
sometime before she got shot.
Maybe there's a connection there.
When I asked her about it,
she just got weird, so…
- Weird like how?
- Evasive.
She didn't say much, or
anything at all, really.
It's just that that camera was
like an extension of her body.
She would've looked for it. She
would've asked if you'd seen it, right?
- Did she tell you guys anything about it?
- Nothing.
She just stopped having it around.
Relax, kid. Nicky's all over it.
Actually, we've got a
pretty good idea who did it.
Could ask him right now.
- Yo.
- Oh, Nicky, is it true that you, you know?
Oh, sorry, kid. I gotta jet. [STAMMERS]
- Where you going? Want me to come?
- No, no, no. Solo mission.
Don't worry. Shouldn't be long.
- See ya.
- [NICKY] Yeah.
Help me with the dishes, Charlie,
and I'll help you look for Sam's camera.
Mr. Gould. You wanted to see me?
Yes.
Thank you for coming.
Tell me, Nicholas, did you know
that I was orphaned as a child?
No. Never really said more
than a few words to me.
For a child, growing up without parents
is poverty on a different scale.
It gives you a certain amount of…
permission.
Permission to do what?
Whatever it takes.
I want you to understand how hard
I've worked to get where I am.
I'm a man who's created
for himself and his sister
the life they yearned for.
And I'm a man who's not
about to let some idiot punk
- jeopardize that life's mission.
- Wait.
- You're talking about the last fire?
- The Department of Homeland Security
- believes there are terrorists on 175th
- Terrorists?
That's right.
According to my sources in
the New York Fire Department,
that building was blown up with a bomb.
- Yeah, a bomb.
- [STAMMERS]
- Made from highly dangerous black powder.
- It was very effective.
- It was fucking beautiful.
- Yeah.
- You should've seen the fucking flames
- It was fucking stupid, is what it was.
You know f Y-You s You said,
"Change it up. Don't make
it all look like one guy."
- And then you f
- You make bad decisions.
- You have very little impulse control.
- [SCOFFS]
And we're done.
Yo, but we we need that
money. Other people count on me.
You should've thought of that.
Then I'll tell the cops what I know.
- About the fires?
- [CHUCKLES]
- You'd only be indicting yourself.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
About the girl.
Yeah. You know, the one
that got shot in the park.
She was sleeping with your delivery guy.
You couldn't have been happy about that.
- So unhappy that you think I'd shoot her?
- You know, you said it yourself.
You do what it takes.
She was a loose end.
You don't like those.
I assure you, Nicky, if I
shot someone, they'd be dead.
These pins are every address
on Samantha's mailing list.
What do you notice?
Uh, they're mostly,
uh, downtown, Brooklyn.
- One in Long Island. Is that Charlie?
- Mm-hmm. Leaving what?
Uh, this, uh, spot
right here. Who's that?
That is the address
of Keith Lamplighter,
principal of Lamplighter
Capital and Associates.
- Why do I know that name?
- Because our witness, Mercer Goodman,
attended an Independence Day party
thrown by the Hamilton-Sweeneys.
Which he was invited to by Regan
Hamilton-Sweeney Lamplighter,
- Keith's wife.
- Was he at the party?
Invited, but according to the
doorman's log, which we retrieved…
he did not attend.
So, Samantha's favorite
band's playing downtown, right?
But the bouncer at the
club says that she left
to go meet someone uptown.
And she goes, and she sits right here,
across the street from the party.
- You think she was meeting Lamplighter?
- Mm-hmm.
How would she know a guy like that?
The man who came by Samantha's
dorm was older, right?
Seemed rich.
In here, she writes
about this preppy guy
who shows up one day and
gives her a ride uptown.
It's the only mention of her
ever going north of 14th Street.
Feast your eyes on this
footage from the dorm.
It's Keith "Preppy Guy" Lamplighter.
What do you think? Our
body weight in popcorn?
Only if we get sodas
the size of our heads.
Hey, a joke.
That's a good sign. Like my
kid's still in there somewhere.
[WILL] I still don't understand
what we're doing here.
When you took me out of camp, I
thought something bad happened.
I just want to spend a little
Fast & Furious time with my son.
Sorry, make that 2 Fast 2
Furious. [BREATHES SHAKILY]
[CHATTER]
Go, uh, find us seats. I'll
I'll I'll get the stuff.
- The theater's gonna be empty.
- Just go.
You know I have strong opinions
about seat choice. Make me proud.
Guys… [STAMMERS]
… I don't want any trouble.
[GRUNTS, COUGHS]
Wait, wait. [GRUNTS] Ow. [PANTS]
Hey, hey! Hey! My kid's here!
He's next if you don't shut up.
[GROANS, GRUNTS]
First, you fucked Sam.
Then you fucked us. [SIGHS, GRUNTS]
We got fired today.
No way to pay the bills.
T-Take Take it.
[BREATHES SHAKILY]
Thanks.
- [SOL GRUNTS]
- [GRUNTS] Oh, fu
[BREATHES SHAKILY]
[GASPS] Leave me alone!
- Dad?
- Oh. [BREATHES HEAVILY]
Hey. [PANTS]
[BREATHES DEEPLY] It's okay.
Mm-hmm. Yeah, well, I
can give them a call.
That's no problem.
So, how'd I do?
The The fax I intercepted?
Aren't you on this call taking notes?
Bluetooth. Sick, right?
Uh, the the fax.
I I forgot. I I'm
sorry I got distracted.
Hi, I'm here.
Mm-hmm.
[SIGHS]
[GRUNTS] Hi, Mathes.
Can you put my dad on the phone?
I'm sorry, Regan, but
now's not a good time.
Mathes, sometimes my voice goes
up at the end of a sentence,
and it's not really a question.
So, put my father on
the phone right now.
Sir, it's Regan. Sounds urgent.
Thanks. [SIGHS]
- Hi, sweetie.
- Hi, Daddy. How are you?
I'm okay. Lot of
questions from the lawyers.
We'll have lunch tomorrow. I
wanna hear about everything,
but something's come on my
radar that maybe you can explain.
- Okay.
- I have a memo here
from the mayor's office. It's to Amory.
Apparently, the Hamilton-Sweeney
Group's application
for a Blight Decree has been
suspended pending investigation.
[SIGHS] Hold on.
Blight Decree.
That's a dirty-pool tactic
used by thugs and Mafia types
forcing hardworking
people out of their homes,
not paying them what they're worth.
My father refused
to ever stoop that low,
and he taught me to follow his example.
That's what I thought. Um, so,
how do we find out more
without asking Amory?
Well, I still have some
friends in Giuliani's office.
Why don't I find out
what we're dealing with?
Bloomberg's the mayor now, Daddy.
But yes, you still
have friends everywhere.
I'll send you the fax.
Just stand by the machine
so that Mathes doesn't
get his mitts on it.
[BEEPS]
Right now.
- Okay. I I love you, Daddy. Bye.
- Love you too.
- Hello, officers.
- You got the place bugged?
Or is, uh, my suit just that bad?
Uh, my assistant is
very good at his job.
Listen, I'm happy to walk you
over to our legal department.
They're handling all the
inquiries about my father's case.
Oh, we're not here about your
dad. This is about your husband.
Yeah. We actually came
to talk to him, but uh,
apparently he's not in today.
I wasn't aware.
- You work in the same building.
- Yeah, but not at the same company.
Um, and plus we're separated.
I'm not fully briefed on
his comings and goings.
You heard about the girl
shot in Central Park?
Yeah… [STAMMERS] … um, what about her?
The girl self-published the magazine
that your husband subscribed to.
And in it, we think we found a reference
to them meeting. Hitting it off.
- Was your husband with you on July 4th?
- No, like I said, we're separated.
But he was invited to
the party you attended?
Did he show up?
I feel like you're doing that thing
where you ask me, uh, questions,
um, that you already know the answer to.
Guilty as charged.
But let me flip the script and ask
you something I don't already know.
Your separation.
Was infidelity involved?
The girl in the park is a freshman.
You know… [STAMMERS]
… Keith is not perfect,
but he would never
Whose idea was the divorce?
- Mine.
- And how's your ex taking it?
- Not well.
- You keep a gun in the house?
All due respect to our brave
brothers and sisters in blue,
but you cannot be talking to Ms.
Hamilton-Sweeney without a lawyer.
There are about a dozen of them
down the hall. Take your pick.
My niece is far too lovely to be rude,
so allow me. This is very inappropriate.
She seems just fine to me.
Please. Allow me to
show you to the lawyers.
Move on down the hall. I love the suit.
Who are you wearing?
[SIGHS]
Stu?
Get Keith for me.
Uh, your next meeting's here? They're
waiting in the conference room.
[SIGHS] Okay. Okay.
Sam loves books. Not just reading,
but like, actual, physical books.
She said she wanted
a perfume that smells
like an old edition of Rimbaud.
In fact…
That is pretty good.
There's no camera. There's
There's nothing in here.
[GRUNTS] God. [SIGHS]
I missed Sam when I was grounded.
And, like, being without her
killed me. But this is just…
This is just so much worse.
Uh, Sam kept some stuff in the
bathroom. I'll go check it out.
[CHARLIE] Okay.
[SIGHS]
- Yell if you find anything.
- [SEWER] Yeah.
"Eight, three. Eight,
three. Eight, three."
Eighty-three.
"Look behind the horse."
Look behind the horse.
Where's a horse?
What's What's a horse?
[NICKY] Hey, Prophet.
Get your ass down here.
Yeah, be right there.
What the fuck is this?
Okay. There's a new plan.
Look, I didn't want to
bite the hand that fed us,
but that hand's become a fist.
It's time to blow it the fuck off.
- Ready when you are, boss.
- Solomon Grungy, you sir,
- have outdone yourself.
- [BELL RINGS]
Where's Charlie?
Hey, bud. [STAMMERS] We're okay.
They were just muggers.
We're We're fine.
[SIGHS]
Cancel the credit cards, ice this lip.
Be like it didn't happen.
It wouldn't have happened if you'd
just gone to work instead of trying
to be the world's greatest dad.
Maybe I was trying to
score some dad points.
Yeah, it's only 'cause
I know I let you down.
Will… [SIGHS] … um…
Y-Your mom and I, we know
that you saw something
that you never should have seen.
Me with a young woman here.
I forgot my lacrosse jersey.
Mom told me to put it in my bag
and I said I would, but I didn't.
I came home without
telling anyone. I heard you.
[BREATHES HEAVILY]
[EXHALES]
[KEITH] Thanks for telling me.
No one's mad at you. We're mad
at me. I I'm mad at myself.
The note you sent.
It's okay. I understand.
I-I just want to talk about it.
Why did you do it?
Do you not love Mom anymore?
Why did I, um…
Maybe you'll understand
when you're older.
M-Maybe you never will.
The point is…
I failed you all
in-in a really big way.
In the biggest way possible.
And for that, I'm truly sorry.
[PHONE RINGS]
It's your mom.
Hey, if camp called about Will,
I-I signed him out. He's with me.
Two police detectives were here.
Hang on. Uh… [GRUNTS]
… yeah, what what about?
You.
The girl in the park, that
was her that you were fucking.
Yeah.
She was a college freshman.
I thought she was older.
Older than what, a child?
- Where were you on July 4th?
- Because you think I shot her?
No, because I hope to
God you have an alibi.
Are you really asking me?
Of course not. I mean,
where would you get a gun?
Keith. Tell me honestly. Do
you think there's a connection?
That girl was standing outside a
party you were supposed to be at.
New York City can
feel like a small town,
but that is too big a coincidence.
[SAM] I think I'm gonna go.
[KEITH SIGHS] Wait a
second. Let me walk you out.
[SAM] No, don't bother.
Someone might see us.
- [KEITH] Sam, come on. Wait. Wait.
- [SIGHING]
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Wait. Will, wait.
[DOOR LOCK CLICKS]
Hey, son. Is your dad home?