All language subtitles for City.on.Fire.S01E08.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

Charlie!

- Charlie!
- I-I'm okay. I'm all right.

- Um... O-Okay. Wh-Which wire do I pull?
- Get out of there!

I'm gonna call for help.

We found it! Floor
below the penthouse!

Outside the windows
on the north-facing wall!

Charlie, please, I
can't watch you die!

Well, there's a blue wire going
into the clock. I'm gonna pull this one.

No! That's a decoy.

I-I need to do something.
Help me, please!

Hey. Hey, look
at me. Look at me.

Do you know?

I think it's yellow.

But what if I'm wrong?

Yellow! Yank the yellow wire.

Come on, come on, come on.

I-I pull... I pulled
it! It's still going!

It hit zero! I think we're okay!

You were right! You were right!

Hey, you did it. Yeah... Hey,
hey. It's gonna be all right.

You were right.

- McFadden.
- Hey. It's Parsa.

We found the bomb in time.

Well, Weisbarger did,

with help from
someone called Lorraine.

One of Nicky's crew, I
think. She was at the protest.

Oh, thank God. When the power
went out, I thought for sure it was you.

What power?

The whole Eastern Seaboard.

All the way up to
fucking Canada. Blackout.

If it wasn't this bomb, then...

Protocol is we're supposed
to treat it as if it's terrorism

until we know it's not.

- What do you think?
- I'm way past knowing what to think,

but the whole city's a shit show.
Good luck getting back here.

Uh... You got Weisbarger
and the girl with you?

- Yeah.
- What about Amory Gould?

Already gone.

Fucker's gonna use this
to get away. I gotta go.

Hello.

Hey, Sher. Hey, don't cry.

It's gonna be all right. Just,
uh... Just stay home. Stay calm.

It's not the blackout.

I took the test. Don't be mad.

No, no, no, no.
I'm... I'm not mad.

I'm j... I'm just sorry.

Negative.

Again. It's never
gonna happen for us, Al.

I'm not gonna let you
go without your daddy.

You understand?

You lasted this long.

There's some part of you
that still wants to be here.

The state capital of
New York, again, uh,

we are experiencing no
power here in lower Manhattan

in p-parts of Queens, Brooklyn, Midtown,
lower Manhattan, Upper West Side.

The police department did
report the five boroughs...

- Sammy.
- experiencing some kind of power outage.

- It's 4:35 in the afternoon right now.
- Come on. Come on. Come on.

- Um, many people will start leaving...
- Come on.

What can you tell us
about the streets right now?

What I can tell you, from
what I was able to see,

the Brooklyn Bridge is on the
verge of being extremely backed up.

None of the traffic lights
down here are working.

Heard that the
hospital at, uh...

St. Luke's hospital at 114th and
Amsterdam is obviously totally out as well.

We do have reports that
this power failure also extends

to western Suffolk
county out of Long Island.

And there's also one report that it
could, uh, be going up to Canada.

Ow.

There we go. We're
done. It's done.

Don't pretend like you
didn't enjoy that a little bit.

Uh, I will not be enjoying anything
until you're at a hospital being treated

by somebody with more
training than an Eagle Scout.

Here we go.

You were an Eagle
Scout, Mercer? So was I.

Oh, my God. Dad, please.
Please don't get him started.

He won't stop talking
about his merit badges.

Really? Well, which
ones did you have?

Emergency Preparedness
and Lifesaving, obviously.

Regan, please save
me from these nerds.

Where the fuck is the ambulance?

- Sorry, Dad.
- No, you're right, honey.

It has been a while.
Where the fuck is it?

I'm gonna go downstairs
and see if they're there.

Okay.

What the fuck is
wrong with my phone?

Hello.

Hey, it's me. Um...
are the kids with you?

Why would they be with
me? You went to pick them up.

I was a... I was a little late.

So... So what?
They're just gone?

Do you know what's happened?

No, I don't... I don't know what's
happ... Other than you losing our children.

I mean... I mean the blackout.

Wh... Black... What blackout?

Pataki just called a
state of emergency.

They aren't releasing the cause,
but it seems like what it seems like.

Okay. Uh, m-meet me at the
apartment. Maybe they went there. Okay?

- Yeah. All right. I'll... I'll be there.
- Hurry.

I just don't... I really don't
understand how you let two kids just go.

I-I don't understand that.

Yo. Yo, he's on.

New York's governor,
George Pataki,

- declared a state of emergency.
- And of course...

Yo, a state of goddamn
emergency. Fucking I'll say it is!

Th-The whole fucking
grid! That's unbelievable.

Massive power blackout.
We're still getting information.

No explosions mentioned though.

No casualties.

You sure this is even us?

This is pessimistic bullshit.

Come on. Of course, this is us.

What the fuck else could it be?

This is us.

Come the fuck on!

Cate? Will?

They're not here. Not here.

Okay. Well, let-let's not panic.

- Th-They could still be on their way.
- Or they could not be.

We... We taught them
about stranger danger, right?

We really hammered
that point home.

They didn't go
anywhere with a stranger.

Okay.

I cannot do this again.

Running in my bare feet
to pick up Will from school

and the face of that little girl whose
mom worked at Marsh McLennan...

The cops won't be
able to help us right now.

They're a little busy.
So... So we look for them.

Ca-Canvass neighbors,
go to their favorite spots,

places they... they feel safe.

Serendipity, Jackson Hole,
the... the... the Carousel.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah. Will has a key.

So, I'll write a note to call
Grandpa's and to tell whoever's there

that they're okay and to
stay here and wait for us.

An-And then you can take
the West side. I'll take the East.

Hey, um, I, uh...

What?

We... We don't know
what's going on out there.

Maybe we should stick together.

Okay.

I told you this is a bad idea.

No one showed up. I
just wanted to go home.

Listen up! If it's terrorists,
we're gonna have to move.

And even if it's not, staying
here is not a great idea.

I've got my tools. I've got a
flashlight. We're gonna be okay.

All right. Who's first?

All right, slow and steady,
folks. Keep it moving.

- Go ahead.
- Stay together.

Hold the pole if you have to.

Everything's gonna
be fine, honey.

Just keep moving down.

What is happening?

Hello!

I can't keep doing this
forever. I need help here.

Generators are working
downstairs. We're moving patients.

- Oh, thank you, Jesus.
- But not this one.

- What?
- I'm sorry,

but we need to prioritize those
with the best chance of making it.

Please!

Please let me out! Please!

Hello.

Hello!

The first thing that everybody
should do is to understand

that there is no evidence
of any terrorism whatsoever.

Hey, hey, hey! Shh.

The power is starting to come back
from the north and from the west.

What that means is that we will
be starting up power in the city.

It will take a decent amount
of time. Hours, not minutes.

And nobody really can
be any more specific...

All right. Listen up.

No terror threat is great news,

but that doesn't mean we aren't
headed for a long, dark night.

Most of you were just kids in '77,
but there were over a thousand fires,

and over 400
officers were injured.

So let's save the
cheers for sunrise.

Sir? Does this mean...

No, arresting Gould has to
wait. The whole system's down.

- City's in chaos. Tomorrow first...
- Tomorrow will be too late.

Look, I will handcuff him to my
arm and drag him here if I have to.

You do that, and
I'll suspend you.

I'll take it. Because
like my dad always said,

"It's better to ask for
forgiveness than permission."

Well, Pat was an asshole.

He felt the same about you, sir.

What they report, in
summary, is a very quiet city.

There are no fires of any
size going on at the moment.

- No criminal activity...
- No explosions, no bombs, no terrorists.

- I don't think it was us, y'all.
- Oh, yeah, really?

I'm fucking getting that!

Uh, things like traffic
lights are not working.

- The police department has, uh...
- Maybe it was the timer.

The fuck did you just say?

It was your first time doing
that. Maybe you messed up.

- Okay. Sol, don't go there right now.
- What?

A very fucking major thing
we all risked our lives for

seems to have not worked.

I think that's
worth a discussion.

- Fucking pull over.
- Here?

Yeah. Right fucking here.

Pull over!

- Get out.
- No.

Hey, hey.

Right fucking now, Sol.

As if you're gonna shoot me.

Nicky, Nicky. Come
on. We're all upset.

Just put it down. Put it down.

Get out.

See, now when things go bad,

I need to know that
the team has my back.

I just want to know
what happened.

- What's wrong with that?
- Sol, just fucking apologize.

- No.
- No? Fuck...

All right.

You are gonna make
your own way from here.

You take your shit and go.

You guys did a
good thing right here.

You saved a lot of
people, including me.

But I still got a
lot of questions.

Starting with you.

It was your piss-soaked jeans I
found at the crime scene, was it not?

Sam told me that if she
didn't get back to the club,

that I should go to meet
her and so I did, or I tried to.

When I got there,
she was shot already.

I ran away 'cause I was scared.

Scared of what? The shooter?

That you'd get blamed?

Scared that she would die.

Right there. Right
in front of me.

I felt like my
heart would just...

stop. So I... I ran.

Did you see anyone else there?

The guy in white
pants yelling for help.

Uh, the man the
paper said found her.

Okay. What about an older
guy? Gray hair, plaid pants?

Amory Gould. Your
friend Nicky works for him.

We have footage of him
heading back from the park

a little before you were there.

- No...
- I saw him.

You were in the park?

Lorraine?

Does he have to be here?

Why don't you want him?

Because I don't
want him to hate me.

Hey, slow down.

- You just told me to hurry up.
- Yeah, like, walk faster. Don't run.

People see a guy running, they
look to see if he's being chased.

- Good evening.
- Get the fuck away from my van.

I couldn't help but notice
this eyesore of a vehicle

polluting the view
from my terrace.

If I'm not mistaken,
this is Mr. Chaos's van,

which I pay for.

Along with the shit
hole that you two live in.

You're the guy who
stuffs the envelopes.

And you're the grimy street
rats who do my bidding.

What brings you
all the way up here?

Saving your fucking ass.
Saving all our fucking asses.

And if you so much as
breathe a word of this to anyone,

I will come for you and
your whole fucking family.

You are a good hire.

I can see why Nicky
keeps you around.

And no doubt why
he keeps you around.

We were never here.

So, Gould didn't shoot her?

But you know who did.

I've had to carry so
much my whole life,

but I couldn't carry this.

I tried, but I couldn't.

I know what Nicky says about absolution,
but some things can't be forgiven.

What happened after
the fire at Frank's?

You know about that?

I know a guy died.

And I'm guessing
it tore Sam apart.

What the hell are you doing?

Put it back. That's
not yours. It's ours.

SG, we can use
this money for good.

- Yeah, we already do. It's called food.
- That man had a family.

- We owe it to them.
- Nobody owes anyone jack shit.

- It was a fucking accident.
- Yeah, an accident that we caused.

Do you have any idea
what Nicky would do to you

if he found out you were
taking our fucking money?

I would say the same thing I did
when Sam first proposed the idea.

It's what's required.

It's a beautiful gesture.

It's the least we can do.

Nicky, no amount of money is
gonna bring that dead guy back.

It'll help his wife, his kids.

Yeah, and our souls.

Not a word to anyone else.

Understood?

She was so upset.

And she'd taken
some photos that night.

Not arty ones, like usual,
where you couldn't really see shit,

but, like, evidence.

Sol smashed her camera.

That was like another
death. She was out after that.

Begged Nicky to stop,
and he said he would.

- But he lied?
- Of course he lied.

He was never gonna stop.

Which Samantha realized when
all that black powder went missing.

Sam agreed to let us take some.

Nicky said he wanted
smoke bombs for Don Hill's.

City on fire, right?

Sam said okay because
it was for the music.

She thought if Ex
Nihilo became a thing,

then maybe Nicky could
make some money off the band.

Keep everything going
without all the bad shit.

Except Sol filled that
whole hockey bag.

So, Samantha called Lamplighter.

What? The guy from the
hospital? What was he to her?

Her boyfriend, for starters.

Sorry.

In the winter. Before Nicky.

We weren't supposed
to know about him

because he's some kind
of finance guy with a family.

Also, he dropped off
the cash every month.

Nicky told us
not to talk to him,

but... Sam always
did what she wanted.

Okay. So, wait the...
the night of the 4th,

she left me to go
meet him in the park?

It was super weird she
didn't stay for the show,

like something-is-fucking-up
weird.

And I told you exactly
where she was.

Oh, uh, do you guys know the fastest
way to get to, uh, uh, 5th and 73rd?

I'm supposed to meet her there.

Hello?

Hi.

What are you guys doing here?

Could ask you the same thing.

I mean, what the hell, Sam?

- You here to rat us out?
- No, I...

No, I just... I'm...

I'm a little scared, and
I... I just need some help.

Just to... to talk to s-somebody
who's not in all this shit.

You can't tell anyone anything.

That's the promise you
made. This will kill Nicky.

Someone died! A man died!

Don't you see how that
changes things a little bit?

Nicky lied to me. He lied
to you. You can't trust Nicky.

So, what? Your great
love affair is just over now?

What about all the nights
that you two stayed up talking?

Just the two of you
sharing secrets?

What the hell, Lorraine?
Are you jealous?

He let her get away with shit that
no one else would get away with.

You are. You're fucking jealous.

What the fuck, SG?
You love Nicky now?

I told Nicky we shouldn't
let girls in the crew.

Well, then go ahead
and take care of this rat.

She fucked your lover boy.

Take care of her
once and for all.

That's it.

What are you doing?

What are you doing,
SG? I am your friend!

I am your friend.

- Don't do this, please.
- If you love Nicky so much then show him.

- Please. Don't do this. Please.
- Before she takes us all down.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

So, that was the first shot.

The one that missed.

What about the second?

You're gonna leave me here 'cause
I politely suggested that maybe,

just maybe, something
was your fault for once?

Nobody asked for
your opinion, Sol.

For your fucking theory.

You are nothing.

Nobody.

When you first met
me, you didn't have shit.

You're wrong. I had two things.

This van and a
girlfriend named Lorraine.

But she's gone now,

and I'm wanted for some
serious fucking crimes,

including murder!

To please you.

To protect you.

How many fucking people do I
gotta kill to protect you, Nicky?

One!

You kill one fucking person!

Billy Three-Sticks.

That guy at Frank's,
that was an accident.

- Guy at Billy's studio...
- That's on me.

Nicky, you stupid fuck!
Who do you think shot Sam?

What...

did you just say?

Jesus. You can't
do anything right.

No, n...

She was gonna rat us out, Nicky.

You'd gone soft on her.

I did what you couldn't do.

Did you know?

Did you know?

No.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Nicky, Nicky!

It's been eating me up.

That night.

And, Charlie, you coming into
our world only made it worse.

The way you missed Sam,
talked about her goodness.

She was my friend too!

The only person in that house
who never tried to use me!

I was supposed to leave with
the guys, but instead, I ran away.

I ran away to die.

Do you know where they went?

Nicky wasn't gonna
tell us till after.

There was a pipe
bomb in the Bronx.

Nicky made it,
but I... I threw it.

Is there anything else?

A large number of morally questionable
choices, but nothing else illegal. No.

Um, wait. Do you know
if the hospital's okay?

Uh, Sam's on a ventilator.

I don't know.

All right. It's time
to get out of here.

Let me, uh, call the station.

Figure out what to
do with you guys.

So, that's it?

Now you hate me?

I feel like I don't know you.

That makes me so
sad because right now,

you know me better
than anyone in the world.

I just walked over from
the municipal building,

there's a mass exodus of people
heading over the Brooklyn Bridge.

People are coming up from
the subways extremely confused.

It's really chaotic.

Um, City Hall is actually
up using auxiliary power.

But they're asking everyone...

Let's go, let's go!

Come on!

Come on!

Holy shit.

Oh, my goodness.

Look. Above the park.

My whole life, never
seen anything like it.

Help me up.

Easy, easy, take it easy. Easy.

Excuse me.

She's still here.

Come, come. I need your help.

Squeeze. Release.

- One, two, three, four, five.
- One, three... four, five.

- Squeeze.
- Squeeze.

- One, two, three, four, five. Squeeze.
- Three, four, five. Squeeze.

- Will? Will?
- Kids?

Cate?

I don't know where
they could be.

I... Our kids are gone.

- They're... They're lost out there.
- We don't know that. We don't know that.

Lots of kids probably got
separated from their parents.

Stuck at camp or day
care or at a friend's house.

Do you own a lighter?

Those kids are supervised.

Their parents aren't wrapped
up in some arson-murder plot.

We're going to the police.

- I don't give a shit if they're busy.
- Okay.

- These are my fucking kids...
- Okay.

And they're missing, and this is
what the cops should be doing.

Open the door.

Hello? Hello?

- Mom?
- Oh, my God.

- Hi, honey. How are you? Yeah.
- It's them? It's both of them?

Hey, are you with Cate?
Are you guys together?

We're okay. You're at Dad's?

Yeah. We... We've been looking all
over the city for you. Where are you?

- Home.
- In Brooklyn?

- How did you get there?
- We walked.

Well, first we took the
subway, but it got stuck,

- so we had to walk through the tunnel.
- We saw rats!

Then we kept on walking.

You walked across the bridge?

Jesus Christ.

That must have been so scary.

It was a bit, but I kept Cate
close, and I knew my way home.

Oh, my God.

Will... Will, you...

You are so brave.

We're okay.

Just wanted to make
sure you guys were.

The house was
empty, so I got worried.

We're fine. I'm
here with... with Dad,

and it just might be a little
while until we get to you.

Can you put Cate on the phone?

Uh.

Hi, Mommy. We're gonna eat
all the popsicles before they melt.

Okay. That sounds
like a good idea.

Um, listen, uh, your...
Your dad wants to say hi.

Oh.

Hey, sweetie.

Hi. Heard you had
a bit of an adventure.

Okay.

NYPD. Anyone here?

- Detective McFadden.
- I'm here for Amory Gould.

I'm afraid you're too
late. He... He's gone.

- William!
- Whoa!

We need your help, please.

- Hey, hey. What happened?
- Hang on.

- He was stabbed.
- Stabbed?

Okay. Okay, stay with me.

This is a very serious
injury he's suffered.

He's lost a lot of blood,
maybe even nicked an intestine.

We gotta get him
to the hospital.

We've been waiting on
an ambulance for hours.

Well, then we gotta
get him there ourselves.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Two, three.

One, two, three, four, five.

Hi.

Hi.

I just want you to know,

no matter what,

everything's gonna be okay.

Three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.

Three, four, five.

I didn't want Sam to
go without her daddy.

I didn't want you to arrive
here and find her gone.

Now that you're
together, it's okay.

It's okay to let go.

You know, you can leave
if that's what you want.

What if that's not what I want?

Well, then you are
going to have to fight.

I don't know if I can.

I've been fighting for so long.

It's gonna be hard.

There is no doubt about that.

God knows I have wanted to die.

Prayed for it.

Actively pursued it at times.

And I'm still here.

I don't think I'm done yet,
and I don't think you are either.

Come on.

You're just getting started.

I love you, Sammy.

Oh, Sam.

Oh, my God.

Nurse!

Sammy. Sammy.

Honey. Honey.

Sammy.

Fantine!

Mom?

- Mrs. Weisbarger.
- Yes?

I'm releasing him to you
on his own recognizance.

Do you know what that means?

No, but I'm not letting him
out of my sight for a year.

Then you do understand.

What are you gonna do with her?

The system's down. We're
not booking anyone tonight.

She got parents?

No, she got nothing.

And she shouldn't be alone.

I'll figure something out.

It's Parsa.

Hey, it's me.

I'm at the hospital.
I got some news.

Is everything okay?
You hate hospitals.

Yeah, I, uh, helped bring
William Hamilton-Sweeney here,

got stabbed by
Amory Gould's lackey.

Oh, Gould's in the
wind, by the way.

Wow, okay. Uh,
yeah. Uh, that is news.

Nah, I got something better.

Samantha Yeung?

She woke up.

Thank you for
the call, Detective.

Your friend Samantha woke up.

Can you take me to see her?

I wanna apologize.

Not that I'd even know where
to begin or if she'd even accept it.

Do you remember where you
were... when the towers came down?

Of course.

I was still living in Ohio, dreaming
of coming to New York City.

Everyone said I was crazy.

Didn't stop me.

I heard that, um,

people who lived through Pearl Harbor
said that no matter how much time went by,

always felt like yesterday.

That's how that
day will be for me.

That day and the days after.

Oh, my God. You were there?

Yeah.

It was brutal,
heartbreaking work,

but the courage on display
amid all that pain and grief

was the only light in a
whole lot of darkness.

Though, it didn't stop a few of my fellow
officers from giving me suspicious looks.

Never mind I was born
here, I'm not even religious,

or I spent those weeks inhaling as
much dust and death as any of 'em.

That how you got hurt?

In a way.

One night, a few weeks
after, I was pumping gas.

I was headed to the
country with my wife, Sherry.

You know, just had to get out of
the city, searching for some quiet.

Peace.

But to the pickup truck full of
assholes who saw me, I was...

I was a brown guy who was
somewhere he shouldn't have been.

They jumped me.

They, uh...

They beat the living shit out of me
before I could even pull my badge.

Broke my back.

Uh, Sherry thought I was dead.

After that, the force
tried to retire me.

You know, it's hard to
do this job as a cripple.

I petitioned to stay on.

A year of grueling physical therapy
just so I could keep doing this.

And here I am.

I know you feel like
there's no coming back

from what you've
been through, Lorraine.

But there's always a way.

You really believe that?

Yeah, I do.

Look, you can't
stay here tonight.

There's no way to book you.
There's nowhere to put you.

But the power should
be back on soon,

and, um, my wife, she makes
this... pretty damn good casserole.

I'm not sure how you
would feel about that.

I'm a big believer.

My mom was casserole
queen of Claiborne Parish.

Oh, okay.

Well... you can tell me
all about it on the way.

"Dear son,

I remember how loudly you
bellowed when I first held you.

Your mother said you were
afraid, I must hold you tighter.

I did as I was told
and she was right.

You stopped crying.

And for that moment,

I swear we saw each other with
a clarity that nothing can alter.

Who knows what the Fates had in
mind when they bound us to each other?

But you are mine and I am yours.

No matter what twists
our paths may take,

whatever distance might
separate us for however long a time.

"I am still holding
you tightly to me."

When did you even write that?

The morning after you
left us. After you ran away.

Well... I'm really glad
I got to hear it now.

I'm just... I'm so
glad I got you back.

We got a lot of time
to make up for, huh?

What did you have in mind?

I'm thinking as soon as
I get back on my feet...

we find Amory...

and we take him down.

Oh, hell yes.

- Whoa!
- Don't... Don't call the cops.

I... They let me go.
This is my mom. It's...

Hi, I'm the mom.

Ramona Weisbarger.

Nice to meet you, Mom.

Just go before I
change my mind. Go.

Okay. Thank you.

Sam!

Careful. Careful.

Hey. It's me.
It's... It's Charlie.

What... Does she have
amnesia or something?

Hi, Charles.

Hi.

I'll get you some
more water, sweetie.

You look different.

Yeah.

Yeah, I... I am.

A lot's happened.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I am now.