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Are you sure this is okay?
I mean, I don't wanna...

I don't wanna get you in trouble.

It's most definitely not okay,

but if we get caught,
it's gonna be worth it.

Hi. He's with me.

Thank you.

- What is this?
- My happy place.

Okay. Next tray.

- The corner?
- Corner.

- Yep.
- Gently. Into the stopper.

- Same way or...
- Up.

- Facing up. Facing up. Yeah.
- Up?

- Very nice.
- Nice.

So, um, did, uh... Did
Nicky like that present?

The... The book you got him?

Yeah, he did.

Cool.

Fresh tongs, Charles.

Don't cross the streams, okay?

Okay. Sorry.

Do you and Nicky hang out a lot, or...

I guess so.

I try to spend as much
time with him as I can.

I feel like I have a
lot to learn from him.

Just like you have a
lot to learn from me.

You ready for the wash?

Yeah. Yes.

Oh. Thank you.

Just make sure you press
it all the way down.

'Cause you wanna finish strong.

Okay. Twenty-four
frames, black-and-white.

That is 16.99 including tax. Be
ready tomorrow. Pay when you pick up.

Cool. That'll give me some
time to get my hands on 16.99,

which I will do, 'cause that...
that film is very valuable.

To... To me, I mean.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Um, do... do we have
some kind of agreement,

like a doctor-patient
confidentiality thing?

I mean, I have that with
Dr. Altschul, my... my therapist.

Right. Uh, definitely
not, but don't worry.

I... I've seen it all. Nudity,
dead bodies, every kind of sex.

I mean, what's on this
roll? Can it top that?

Please, if we could just
keep this between us.

Cone of silence, brother.

There are no secrets
in the city of New York.

Someone saw something, heard something.

Plus, you're shedding
hair and fibers 24-7,

- leaving fingerprints...
- Bodily fluids.

There's cameras everywhere.

Credit card receipts, phone
records, parking tickets...

Uh, Berkowitz got caught
on a parking ticket.

Exactly. The city always knows.

When I told you the girl in
the park was Samantha Yeung,

it didn't seem like fresh information.

Her name hasn't been made
public, so you know this how?

My wife, actually.

You mean your ex-wife?

She's not my ex yet.

Regan told me that an NYU student
had been shot on the Fourth

in the park across from her father's.

There's 40,000 students at NYU.

About half of them are
girls. Why think it was her?

I... I didn't necessarily think it was,

but it made me wanna check in on her.

Um, when she didn't return my
calls, I... I went to the dorm...

Oh, uh...

The city always knows.

Then I went to the hospital.

Paper said where she
was. I wasn't allowed in,

but I heard this random song
that she likes, and I... I knew.

Where were you when Sam was shot?

Home. I was home alone.

It's not the best alibi...
but not the worst.

- It's tough for you to prove.
- Well, it's also tough for us to disprove.

You can ask my doorman.
City always knows, right?

This affair you had with a
teenager, if it ever got out,

you would have a lot to lose.

Makes sense that you
would want to shut her up.

Or maybe it just ended,

and she saw you as a fucking
pathetic, middle-aged cliché,

and you didn't like that.

There's no lack of motive.
All you need is a weapon.

You ever own a gun, Mr. Lamplighter?

Um, a gun? No.

Mr. Lamplighter, you're free to go.

He's been free to go this whole time.

He came voluntarily. We're just talking.

- He doesn't have a lawyer.
- He didn't ask for one.

Mr. Lamplighter, please.

I, um...

This is over.

You heard the boss.

Thank you for your time.

I really hope you
figure out who shot her.

It's not me. This is coming from above.

Who's above you?

Get in.

I guess I should say "thank you."

That's usually how it goes
when someone saves your ass.

I didn't ask for your help.

You didn't have to. You're family.

That gun you gave me, if
I didn't have it anymore,

could it be tracked
back to either of us?

You lost the gun, or someone took it?

Was it Regan? Did she shoot
that girl out of jealousy?

No. Absolutely not.

Then who?

Unburden yourself, and start by
telling me what happened to your face.

Like you don't know. Like
they don't work for you.

Stop the car.

Hey, stop, please. Now.

I can keep the police off your back.

My family is my responsibility.
I'm gonna take care of this.

Forgive me if I don't feel
confident about your chances.

Can you open...
Can you open the door, please?

Unlock.

I'm here if you change your mind.
At least, until I change mine.

I tell you, it's
the Hamilton-Sweeney connection.

I gotta learn more about these people.

And spend less time jerking off into
cups and read the paper for once.

_

Money for generations.

Built our skyline. Got
friends in high places.

This right here, that's
the head of the family.

Billionaire with a B.

And he's about to go down for
some kind of financial crime

I don't totally understand,
but it's a big fucking deal.

What if that's the connection?

Forget about jealousy or keeping
Sam quiet about the affair.

Maybe it's the business.

Maybe, through Lamplighter,

she got wind of something
she wasn't supposed to.

You can bet these rich fucks
will do whatever it takes

to keep dear old Dad out of the MCC.

Maybe tomorrow we go back to
their office, ask some questions.

You know, find a disgruntled
employee or two who's willing to talk.

Mmm.

No one is that fucking
happy. They're hiding something.

Come on, Sam. What
are you trying to tell me?

Oh. Of course.

Amory Gould, you motherfucker.

Why is it my fault Charlie's
gone? I'm not the babysitter.

It's not that he's
gone that's the problem.

It's that he was here
in the first place.

- He can't be trusted.
- You don't trust anyone, Sol.

Yeah, 'cause the world is
full of fucking traitors.

I like living here. I actually
believe in what we're doing.

- And I don't? What...
- Oh.

- What have I been doing this whole...
- Look who I found outside.

Hey. Hey. The fuck you been, kid?

- Just out for a walk.
- A walk? You're a wanted fucking man.

No one saw me, all right? Jesus.

Just been frustrated
about not getting anywhere

with what happened to Sam, and
I just thought I'd clear my head.

And it's clear now?

Yeah, totally.

DT, grab some beers.

Charlie, I'm a Pisces, and
you can't bullshit a Pisces.

I can literally see your soul.

Respectfully, I don't...
I don't think that's true.

Okay, fine.

But I know your head is not
clear. It's cloudy as fuck.

I'm not gonna lie to you.

When I left, I thought
about just going home.

On foot if I had to.

Just whatever it would take
to get back to Flower Hill.

So why didn't you?

Besides the fact that it's
a seven-hour walk?

I just, uh,

kinda realized that I don't
have anything to go back to.

That I've given up my old life.

This is my home now.

Then welcome home, Charlie.

He's lying.

He knows something or at least
suspects the fuck out of it.

Hmm. Finally seeing things my way.

Cover's been ripped
off. There are pages missing too.

Sometimes Sam used
her books as a journal.

Who knows what she wrote down?

Nick.

What the fuck? Don't do that.

You scared the fucking shit outta me.

I told you, don't fucking
interrupt me while I'm working.

That's for your safety as well as mine.

We, uh, got a problem.

Oh. Thank God.

I wasn't sure if you
were even coming home.

Where's Will?

He's asleep. It's late.

What happened?

They let me go. I didn't say anything.

Nothing they didn't already know.

Well, what else is there?

They, uh... Um...

I had a gun.

I kept it hidden in
the closet... in a bag.

It wasn't loaded, of course,
but there was ammunition.

You had a gun in the house.

That gun...

is missing.

And unless we were robbed by strangers,

and that is all that they took...

Wait... Oh, my God.

Will knew about my
relationship with Sam.

If he found the gun...

Yeah, I-I...

I suppose he could have snuck out,

but do we really think that...

Did he know I was going to the party?

Yeah.

He could have been coming
for me. Found her instead.

Maybe he knew she wanted to talk to me.

Maybe Will is what she
wanted to talk to me about.

No.

What are... What are we even saying?

Is this even possible?

Of course not, but isn't
that what all parents say?

You saw that Klebold kid's mom on TV.

Who knows? Who f... Who fucking knows?

We have to talk to him.
We have to ask him point-blank.

Yeah.

But, um, tomorrow.

I'm so fucking tired.

You don't have to sleep on the couch.

No, it's... I don't mind.

Neither do I.

Knock, knock. Sorry to
interrupt, but I come with some news.

So, there is this street
art group show coming up.

And I thought maybe, you know,
your stupid little spot signs

could maybe work in context, like,
uh... your wordplay and, uh... Wow.

I actually am interrupting.

What is this new piece
you're working on?

William, it's...

it's unlike any piece of
art I've ever seen you do.

That's because it's
not art. This is life.

The girl in the park, she left me clues.

She was onto something,

a link between my former
bandmate and my family's business.

And the answer to who
shot her is here somewhere.

Or it will be soon.

Just do whatever you
want with those signs.

I was high when I made them.

They're dumb as fuck.

Yeah, well, "dumb as fuck"
is selling right now, honey.

Well, if I am not here, you have a key.

You can let yourself in.

You going somewhere?

I think I'm finally
ready to face my demons.

Well, my demon.

Okay. I could never
understand your riddles,

but if this mystery is
inspiring you to create,

well, then that's a good thing. Okay?

I'll let myself out.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

You know that I wouldn't be...

here if it weren't for you, right?

I'd be dead.

Suicide, a dirty needle, the plague.

Good friends, clean needles,
and a shit ton of condoms.

That is how any one of us
made it out alive. Okay?

Those early conversations with your

father were difficult, but, you know,

in the end, he was relieved that
there was someone looking after you.

Well, you put
up with a lot of shit after that.

Whatever they said in Artforum,

you never thought I was a genius.

Mmm. I never thought you had to be.

Hmm.

Geniuses die young,

and I believe that you will
make a very fine old man.

Will, you need to trust that
you can tell us anything,

and we will still love you.

It's our job as parents to protect you.

Do you understand?

I think you found my gun.

I think you took it, and
I'm scared that you used it.

I'm sorry.

Will.

I did find the gun.

I took it, but you didn't notice.

Then I sent that note to Mom.

We moved out, but you
still didn't say anything.

Only stupid stuff about how sometimes

people are better parents
if they're not married.

You wanted your dad
to know that you knew.

And I just wanted to feel what
it was like to pull the trigger.

But I never thought I'd hit it.

Hit... Hit what?

The bird.

And-And... And then what happened?

I felt sick. S...

I got scared and came home.

You never went to the park.

- Central Park. You didn't...
- No.

I swear.

Where is the gun now, honey?

I threw it under our house.
Our house in Brooklyn.

Okay, that's okay.

Find what you were looking for?

Hey. I thought you already left.

I w... I was just gonna grab some
stuff to... to go on a food run with.

- I thought you guys might be hungry.
- I changed my mind.

Think you should come with us.

I thought you said there were gonna
be reporters and photographers and,

I mean, I'm a wanted man.
It's not gonna be safe.

Yeah, that's why I bought you this.

Come on.

It's a Bloomberg mask.

It's funny, right?

Ah, come on, Charlie.

Everyone's waiting. Come on.

You sure?

Yeah. Just get rid of it.

I'm glad we did this together.

Yeah.

It's definitely a
top-five moment for sure.

Yeah.

College graduation, our wedding day,

birth of my kids,

then the time my ex and I
disposed of potential evidence

in the shooting of his teenage mistress.

If you think today is some
kind of victory, you're insane.

Hey, uh, my name is on the building,

and I would like to go upstairs, please.

- Of course.
- Thanks.

So the rumors are true.

This is a surprise.

Hello, Amory.

You look exactly the same as
you did the last time I saw you.

Pilates, protein, and a
certain doctor in Baden-Baden.

Mmm. Right, right, right.

I meant you looked like a
two-faced, deceitful prick then,

and you still do now.

William, as
tart-tongued and delightful as ever.

Would you like to go in?

Have a seat.

Mmm. No, I'm not staying.

Oh, that's too bad.

I always enjoy my time with parasites
who squander their privilege,

then use sarcasm to
cover their track marks.

Yes, if only I was born
on your side of town,

you and I could be fighting
shoulder to shoulder right now.

Uh, to be clear, that was
sarcasm covering my track marks.

What the fuck do you know
about where I come from?

Mmm.

You've always been one pen
stroke away from the jackpot,

which is why you're here, correct?

Your father's business troubles?

Come to claim what's yours,

or at least to stop the demon
brother from claiming it.

Yes, I know what you call me.

And I know that you never
got rid of your voting rights.

I don't give a shit about this business.

I never have. I never will.

I am here to solve a mystery.

The girl that was shot in
Central Park loves my band.

The Hamilton-Sweeney's are buying
up a bunch of burnt-out buildings

out in the Bronx.

Nicky Chaos knows the girl.

And in some weird, fucked-up way,

which I will soon figure out,

Nicky, well, he also knows you.

And I know you're too smart to
say something stupid right now.

I am here because it feels so good

to look you in your beady little eyes

and let you know that I am finally going

to take you down, motherfucker.

I know this girl's
world, I know your world,

and I got the cops on speed-dial.

I'm actually working on
my greatest piece yet.

It's this giant,
beautiful collaged canvas

that tells this entire story.

And right there,
smack-dab in the middle...

it'll be your mug shot.

Consider yourself warned.

Shall I convey your
regards to your father?

I know you haven't seen
fit to keep in contact,

but he doesn't have much time.

So I've heard.

But he's not dead yet.

Who knows?

Maybe once you're gone,
we can be a family again.

- What now?
- Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Gould,

but we're getting a report of
something happening out front.

- What's happening?
- Not sure exactly. A protest?

Yes, thank you, everybody!

Let me hear you make some noise.

Thank you everyone for coming out today,

but more importantly, for
giving a shit about this city.

Now every day we see people
struggling in these streets...

Yeah!

... just trying to keep their
fucking families' businesses afloat.

Get their rents paid.

And then there are people
like these assholes.

The Hamilton-Sweeney's,

who are scooping up whole blocks
of this city for dirt cheap.

And they're building luxury
apartments for people so rich,

- they don't even fucking live there.
- That's right!

All right? This is not okay!

No!

Fuck.

Fucking detox.

And the media, the media wants
to discredit our movement,

but all they do is amplify our message.

All right. Scientia potentia est.

Knowledge is power.

- Repeat after me. Knowledge...
- Knowledge...

- Is power!
- Is power!

Knowledge...

- Is power!
- Is power!

- Knowledge...
- Knowledge...

- Is power!
- Is power!

- Knowledge...
- Knowledge...

- Is power!
- Is power!

- All right! Hey, hey!
- Yo.

I'm assuming this pitiful protest
is revenge for my firing you.

... have to go!

Detective Parsa and McFadden.
We're expected upstairs.

We're just bringing
the fight to your front door.

Well, here's a heads-up.

William Hamilton-Sweeney III
is about to exit that door.

- Ho, ho!
- Ho, ho!

He mentioned something he's working on.

A new canvas.

Uh, we're gonna need to reschedule.

He's hell-bent
on proving our connection

to each other...

and to that girl in the park.

I think you know what
I'm asking you to do.

- Ho, ho!
- Ho, ho!

- Hamilton-Sweeney has got to go!
- I don't kill people.

Not what I heard.

Ho, ho! Hamilton-Sweeney has got to go!

- Hey, hey! Ho, ho!
- Hey, hey! Ho, ho!

Hamilton-Sweeney has got to go!

- Hey, hey! Ho, ho!
- Hey, hey! Ho, ho!

Hamilton-Sweeney has got to go!

- Hey, hey! Ho, ho!
- Hello?

I'm on it.

- Hey, hey! Ho, ho!
- Go. Go follow!

No, you keep going. Go...

Hey, Nicky... What the hell?

Wait! We didn't get
to case the building!

We'll come back later! Sol,
with me! You, go to his studio!

Fuck, man.

- Our city!
- Where did he go?

- Whose city?
- Our city!

- Whose city? Who's city?
- Our city! Our city!

Hey. Police!

Hey! Stop!

- Stop! Hey!
- Hey, hey.

The cops are here to shut us down.

No cops, free speech!

No cops, free speech!

Oh, fuck!

Excuse me.

- Ah, Jesus.
- William, remember me?

You were, uh, handcuffed
to my partner's desk.

- You followed me here?
- Yeah, and, uh, I'm not the only one.

Okay. You're on my side, right?

I can trust you to
protect and serve? Hmm?

Well, how do I know
you're the good guy here?

Well, I am wearing pinstripes. So...

Plus, if you could
help me get out of here,

I can help you solve this
thing. All right? I can help.

Gentlemen.

What are the chances?

- So, uh, how's it going?
- Not so good, Billy.

- Mmm. That's too bad.
- Not so good.

This is our stop.

All right. NYPD.

I'm gonna need some names and
some answers right goddamn now.

Hey, get the fuck off of me!

Whatever you say, lady.

Fuck. Hold the fucking door.

Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me. My
friend is actually up this way.

Sorry. Excuse me.

- If I could just squeeze past.
- Yo, move.

- I'm sorry.
- People, people move, move.

Out of the way.

- What the fuck, bro? Move!
- Excuse me.

- You wanna go? Let's go. All right, bro.
- Calm the fuck down.

Uh, this is my father's watch.

This is a Timex.

Rich in sentimental value only.

I'll... I'll take 16.99.

Why would you hide any of these?

Two... three, four, five...

How many photos are
there on a roll of film?

- Twenty-four.
- There are 21 here. Three are missing.

Maybe three weren't good.
Sometimes they're blank or blurry.

Somebody leaves the lens cap on
or whatever. We don't print...

No, no, no. Sam did not take
pictures with the lens cap on, okay?

- Just tell me where they are!
- Hey, hey, calm down, kid.

I don't have 'em.

Some guy came by this morning, paid
me a hundred bucks to have a look.

Must have slipped a few in his pocket.

Print them for me. Now.

We don't print singles.

You got another 16.99?

Fuck you, Doug!

Ah, now where you gonna go?

Come on, you're too tired.

Too fucked up to run.

Besides, what would be the point?

We're doing this?

Well, you didn't shoot
me on a crowded subway.

You're not gonna fucking shoot me here.

Yeah, you're right. We got
too much history for that.

I just wanna have a talk.

Come for a walk with me.

Talk. You walk with me?

After you.

Yeah. Actually, I got some
questions of my own, Nicky.

William, it's... it's... me.

Who are you?

Uh, what... what ga... what
gallery do you... do you work with?

Oh, no, no. Don't do that.

Okay.

Hello? Hello. Yes...

I'd like to report an intruder...

Fuck!

Uh, excuse me. Excuse me. Hey.

Um, did you know that gentrification
is displacing an entire,

uh, socioeconomic
strata of city residents?

Not interested. Thanks.

You could at least take
a look at our literature.

I just want to enjoy my slice in
peace, okay? Maybe someone else.

I mean... Yeah. You could
read it later, you know?

Scientia potentia est.

- Knowledge is power.
- I said fuck off.

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

I just, um... I get so
passionate sometimes, you know?

- Yeah.
- And I just, um... I don't know.

I'm so... I'm sorry to
bother you. That's...

It's for a Deitch Projects group show.

- Yeah.
- Kind of a post-punk,

hyperrealist take on civic semiotics.

Very cheeky.

Jenny, hey. I'm
surprising William with dinner.

Is that smoke?

Holy shit! Call 911!

Bruno's car is here. Where's Bruno?

Oh, my God. What's happening?

Fire.

- Yeah. I'm at the corner of Meserole...
- What?

... and Bushwick Place.

I need to report a fire.

Ah, alone at last.

This is more like it.

Hey, if this really is
the end of the road for me,

at least tell me the story.

What happened to the girl, Nicky?

Ah, you little f...

You don't fucking talk about her.

You don't know shit about Sam.

Ah, well, I kind of feel like I do.

Read everything she wrote.

She really ate your shit up, huh?

But wouldn't follow you off the cliff.

No, she was a good girl.

She had morals, limits.

Did you find them?

Is that why she had to go?

No, Sol, Sol, Sol!

Yo! Sol, Sol, Sol, leave that
shit. Leave that shit. Come on.

Yo, where's SG? Where's SG?

I heard someone in the back
screaming. I think he's trapped.

- Help!
- We have to go back. We have to help him.

- No. We need to get out of here.
- Somebody help!

You promised no one would get hurt!

Fuck!

Fuck that. We're gonna get hurt.

- We have to go back. We have to go back!
- No, no, no, no, no.

- We can't leave him! We can't leave him!
- Sam!

We have to go back! We have to go back!

We have to save him!

Nicky, we gotta go right now.

Sam, come on. Let's go.

I'm sorry, Billy.

You're gonna have to die without
the answers you're craving.

You're just gonna kill me?

You're just gonna kill
the leader of your band?

The leader?

You quit.

It's my band now.

Mmm. Your band?

Hey, look. I'm not gonna kill you.

I am.

Hey. Hey, hey. You chill
the fuck... Get the fuck down.

Here.

It's gonna make too much noise.

I saw you took that photo.

- Give me the film.
- Okay. Okay. Just let me go.

Just let me go.

Sam!

Sam, open the door!

Sam, open the door!

Give me the film, Sam.

Sam, open the door!

Okay. Okay. Just... Just
take the film though.

Leave the camera.
Please! Please leave the camera!

Please! It was my mother's!

Damn.

Once upon a time, I
fucking loved that guy.

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