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You're lying and you know it!

One of them shot Billy, I saw it.

We've got no evidence of that.

Enough already, Ma.

You're afraid if I don't do everything

just right, you're gonna lose me.

Find rich kids, slip a little
somethin' into their drinks,

and jack them of their rich-kid stuff.

I got pinched. Tandy, I put all my money

into your new life. I need your help.

All this anger inside of me.

What if I could find the
person who caused it?

It's not anger
in the bottle. It's poison.

Can I get a fifth
of the O'Harren's, please?

- I like making girlfriend pancakes.
- I'm your girlfriend?

This was the kid, right?

Hopped that yellow banister
and then disappeared.

I killed you and buried you.

Detective Connors, you're under arrest

for the murder of Billy Johnson.

- Peter Scarborough.
- I'll take the money.

Fuchs! I want celebration pancakes!

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Okay, let's talk
about what makes a hero.

Now, as we've been discussing
for the last few weeks,

the best heroes,
the ones we love and cherish,

they follow an arc.

Odysseus, Dorothy, Rick and Morty...

...they've all walked the same path.

They've answered the call,
met the mentor

and battled the threshold guardians.

They've come out of it
stronger than they've ever been.

But towards the end of that arc,

when the rubber meets the road...

...the tire blows.

Something knocks him down, hard.

And that hero regresses.

They lose everything.

Become less than they were
when we met them.

Because, well, if a hero
is going to be an actual hero...

he has to be born again, from nothing.

Get her out of here.

There's a confession?

Detective O'Reilly submitted a recording

of Detective Connors
discussing the death

of your son, William.

We're looking into the
statements made on the tape.

- Connors. That's his name?
- Yes, ma'am.

We've opened a file to look into
Tyrone's version of events.

What happens next?

The detective is suspended,

pending further investigation.

And after that?

It depends on our findings.

We've heard that song before.

There are eyes on these situations

that weren't there before.

So you can count on the fact
that a thorough examination

of the evidence will be completed.

I counted on that fact eight years ago.

And here we are.

I promise,

I'll keep you apprised
of every development.

Thank you.

Wait. That... That's it,
that's all you're gonna say?

Yes, Tyrone. We're leaving.

Are you really just walking back
to the car like nothing happened?

I was right!

All these years I was right!

Billy was exactly who I said he was.

My brother was a hero.

I don't need you to tell me
who Billy was.

- Don't you dare.
- Mom...

Just get in the car. I'm sure
you got some schoolwork...

Schoolwork? Who the hell
cares about schoolwork?

- Watch your mouth!
- Get in the car.

We will talk about this later.

You know what you would
tell me if I was out all night.

Without your phone,
any way to reach you,

like, come on, I gotta get to school,
and you got me worried about...

What were you doing?

There is nothing in all the
worlds that will destroy us

like we will.

Oh my G... How long have you been awake?

How long we all gonna sleep?

- Auntie...
- Don't Auntie me.

- Oh...
- Another crisis is coming.

Whether we want it to
or not, it is coming.

And it is close.

And goddamn it, if we aren't doin'
our best to bring it closer.

You're not makin' any sense.

What ROXXON is doin', Evita.

Diggin' up all that makes
this place special.

They've set the gears in motion.

Happy to announce they are months
ahead of destroying the city.

We can't stop it.

Then who can?

They can.

The Divine Pairing.

Every time.

At this point,
the one has met the other.

What if he hasn't?

Ask him.

Your boy, Tyrone.

I need you to get some rest, okay?

He trusts you. If there's
anybody he'd tell, it'd be you.

- Ask him, please.
- Okay.

Okay, I'll ask him, okay?

Just... Just get some rest, please.

I don't know what you gave me,
but I am flying.

How about you?

I'm getting there.

What can I do

to get you here with me?

You're gonna think it's lame.

I promise you, I will not.

I want to know your greatest hopes.

My greatest hopes?

I recently learned...

that I can see into people's hopes.

- That sounds unreal.
- Mm, it very much is.

But it's also amazing.

And when I touch someone,

the right someone,

in the right place,

I can step inside...

and see where their hopes are pointed.

Yours, it seems, run on one track.

But the real trick...

the one I've just recently
been working out...

is that I can do more
than just see hopes.

I can steal them,

and feel them,

and have them all for myself.

A hero's regression
often begins with a trauma.

One that is in some manner
a result of their actions,

an unintended consequence
of their newfound abilities.

The death of a loved one,
an uncovered truth,

or a dream that, once realized,
reveals itself as a nightmare.

That trauma shocks our hero, and ushers
in those same fears and insecurities

that held them back
before the journey began.

But these fears and
insecurities that haunt them,

they are now amplified.

And our hero, now more powerful,

can use that power
to turn their own life apart.

When everything is taken away...
what's left?

Hello?

- Anybody home?
- Tandy! Hey!

Sorry, I was just, uh... Are you all right?
You look sick.

Just a little too much
whiskey last night.

And that, my dear,
is why I stick to edibles.

- Wait, are those?
- Sadly, no.

They're for my dad.
He keeps asking for them, so...

You're taking cookies to your dad later?

Oh, no. He's joining us for brunch.

Is that cool?

Yeah. Of course.

Dad, Tandy's here.

Hey, Tandy.

Sorry about, uh...
I'm still tryin' to get used

to my body not responding
the way I want it to.

He can't move home until he can walk.

But he's making good progress.

And he's here,

with us, that's all that matters.

Happy to see you two together again.

Why are you here?

'Cause I clocked Benny.

The question is, why isn't he here?

I'm not talkin' about
the fight you got in.

That's not the real reason.

So I'll ask again: Why are you here?

Am I supposed to know
what you're talking about?

Okay.

War of 1812, how did it end?

Are you kidding me?
I'm in your history class.

Put your arms out.

Palms up.

How did it end?

Treaty of Ghent, signed in 1814.

Yes. That was the legal end of the war,

but it wasn't the end of the fighting.

The Battle of New Orleans rolled
into January, yes, I know.

People continued to die in that war because
no one knew it was okay to stop fighting.

And what? You think I'm
fightin' a war that's over?

Aren't you? Since the night Billy
died, you've been fighting.

To keep your anger in check,
to control your pain.

The war is over,
but the battle still rages.

Who's gonna die in that one?

Caffeine expands
the capillaries in the brain,

allowing increased blood flow.

Which is my dad's way of
saying that it helps with a headache.

Isn't that what I said?

Tandy, you okay?

Fine.

- All right. You want some tea?
- Yes.

- The usual?
- Yes.

- I'll put the kettle on.
- Thank you.

Have you decided what you wanna do?

About ROXXON?

No, I don't know.

I can't believe it's been eight years.

I mean, I know it's objectively true.

It's just some cruel trick.

My daughter's eight years older.
My best friend is dead.

I know I've said all this
before, it's just...

Your father was a good
man, Tandy, the best.

- I miss him every day...
- Excuse me.

- Hey, Tandy, are you...
- Fine.

Hey... hey, I'm sorry
about my dad, he's just...

he's still wrappin' his head
around everything.

It's fine.

I have a confession.

I had an ulterior motive
for inviting you to brunch.

I wanna offer you a job at ROXXON.

I'm sorry?

Look, our department's expanding.

I know you're smart, capable.

And to be honest,
any daughter of Nathan Bowen

is as good as hired in my book.

You'd be working with me

as we continue the work
our fathers started.

What do you say? Are you in?

Now you know how it feels.

It's important to know
that regression is a trick,

just like most aspects of story.

Our heroes can never actually regress.

They can't be who they used to be.

That person is gone.

That person is dead forever,
and they're never coming back.

And our heroes, they just
can't hit the reset button.

They cannot undo the most
traumatic events of their life.

But many heroes find
themselves trying to do exactly that.

And they dive back into the very life
they tried so desperately to escape.

Whatever it takes to stop the pain.

Whatever they can do
to quell the regret.

This is a desperate play to make
everything how it used to be.

Hey.

It's so good to see you, Liam.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah, no, I just... I missed you.

Really? 'Cause after I got
popped, I never heard a word.

I figured you must've
skipped town on me.

Then I heard that you hadn't
left, so I figured you had...

- What?
- Moved on.

No. No... Liam.

If it was possible,
I'd have moved backwards.

I just... it took me a while... you
know, to get the cash to bail you out.

But I got the cash... I got you out.
I'm here.

Come on. I have something
I want you to see.

You ready to talk yet?

I guess that's a no.

You do realize how close
you are to expulsion, don't you?

Is that what you want?

So this is it, this is where you live?

It is.

- It's bigger than I thought.
- It's colder, too.

Especially alone.

Things can get better, Tyrone.

Can they?

They would if you let them.

Really? Because I'm pretty sure

that even though I've got what I wanted,

nothing is better.

That's because you've defined yourself

by the worst thing that's
ever happened to you.

That doesn't have to be true, Tyrone.

But first, you have to
choose to end the war.

And what? Lock myself away, like you?

With a bible
and a bunch of pretty speeches

that don't mean anything?

Is that what you think my life is?

I think you have no one.

I think you live in a sacred box alone,

protected.

Pretending that you feel
this presence of God.

But in fact...
you really put yourself here

so you don't have to feel anything.

Do you know why I live here, Liam?

I thought because it was free.

But the way that you're
askin' that question...

I always wanted to get married here.

Married? You?

Yeah.

What's going on with you?

What do you mean?

Saying nice things,
you're talking about marriage?

- Yeah, so?
- So since when is that you?

It's so, uh, hopeful.

You know the dreams I dread the
most before I go to sleep?

The good ones.

The happy ones.

The hopeful ones.

Because then you wake up, and
you're back to your own life, and...

I realized something
when I was without you.

It's my own fault.

I'm the reason I dread those dreams

because I'm not doing anything
to make my life any better.

That's gonna stop.

I wanna build a life.

A happy one.

Finally.

The church isn't somewhere
I came to hide.

It's where I found answers.

- Tyrone...
- Do you think you or whatever you think

this God is has answers for me?

You have no idea what I've been through.

You don't know me.

And neither does your God
because he doesn't exist.

You were a good dream, Liam.

I just had to wake up to realize it.

- Tyrone...
- Move.

If you walk out that door
without permission

- and there's nothing that I can do to...
- I said move!

No, not until you...

Tandy?

What the hell are you doing?

Are you okay?

Just go.

- I'm sorry.
- Now.

Now as the audience, naturally we
wanna see our heroes at their best.

We root for them to save us all.

To pull themselves
out of their downward spiral.

But sometimes the allure of the
downward spiral is too strong.

Sometimes our heroes are too weak.

When that goes down, one
of two things can happen:

We either witness the death of our hero,

or we realize we've been front row
to the origin of something else.

The birth of a villain.

I tried to convince him
to take the sergeant's exam.

He had the record for it, right?

But Fuchs wouldn't give up that beat.

I rode with him a few days when
we were on tactical alert.

Everyone in that damn
neighborhood knew who he was.

Fuchs had won 'em over somehow.

- He was a good man.
- Yeah.

Anyone have a drink for me?

Thank you.

To Fuchs.

Fuchs.

A great guy, a solid cop.

It's a damn tragedy that he got
involved with the wrong people.

How's your little quest for
justice feelin' now, New York?

You really think your
inadmissible YouTube videos

would keep me behind bars?

Don't stay down too long.
You and me ain't finished yet.

Whiskey, nice and cold.

We need to talk.

- Now?
- It's important.

Look, I know you're goin' through a lot.

Do you?

Whatever it is I can help, okay?

- No, you can't.
- Yes. Really. I can.

But you gotta talk to me.

I was at the police station
this morning.

You were?

Why?

- Because the cop that...
- Tyrone?

- Tandy, what are you...?
- Stay out of my head.

You really think I wanna be in there?

- Obviously you do.
- Hey...

strangely aggressive tiny girl.

Ty's havin' a pretty awful day,

so maybe you can yell at him
another time.

Can you just stay outta this?

Oh, no, I don't think so.

You ought to get the hell out of here...

No!

Oh, my God.

How did you...?

It's you.

Wait, Evita.

What the hell was that?
What are you doing?

I didn't hurt her.

Were you doing to her what you were
doing to that guy in the church?

Tandy, you weren't
just looking at hopes.

What do you care?

I care because you did it to Evita.

What was it? Tell me.

No, I don't have to tell you anything.

What do you think, you and I
are some sort of partnership?

Well, we're not.

Okay? I owe you nothing.

- You came here.
- To tell you to stay out of my head, Ty.

Why the hell would I
wanna be in your head?

I don't need your drama in my life.

- I got enough shit in my own.
- Spare me.

I'd pay money to have your problems.

Your cop confessed. You win.

You wanna know what I won?

Nothing.

Okay? Nothing's changed.

Maybe it's worse.

My dad is shut down, my mom
won't even look at me. I...

What, did you think you were
just gonna fix your family?

Jesus, Ty.

You know, let me give you a
little tip from the real world,

Prep School.

Nothing changes.

It just is, again and again.

Look, I know you think
things are rough...

Rough?

You saw what my dad
did to my mom, right?

That's me, too.

And that's what I was doing
to Liam in the church,

taking out all my own shit on him.

- Why?
- 'Cause I'm a screwed up bitch, Tyrone.

Have you even talked
to your mom about this?

No.

But you know what?
We're both on the same page.

If you don't hurt, you get hurt.

- That's not how I see it.
- You will if you ever grow up.

And learn there is nothing you can
do to bring your big bro back.

Excuse me if I don't take wellness
advice from the Bowen family.

Screw you, Tyrone.

I'll see you in your dreams.

By now, you may be wondering,
what is the point of regression?

Why watch our hero
go through any of this?

Because the story isn't about them.

It's about us.

Heroes make mistakes because we do.

They do things they regret
because we do.

And like most any story told,
myth is a mirror.

One we hold up to see
ourselves more clearly.

But that is the catch-22
of the human condition.

The inability to see ourselves
for who we are.

We can often only do it
through someone else's eyes.

And when we do, we may
not like what they see.

So as we watch the rise
and fall of our heroes,

the question we ask should not
be, will they be greater?

Can they ascend?

No.

When that rubber hits the road,
and that tire blows,

the question we should ask is,

will we be greater?

Can we ascend?

Liam?

Liam, are you here?

I think I owe you an apology.

Liam?

Yes, Mr. Scarborough?

I'm here now, I'll fix it.

I don't know.
The heat just started spiking.

Okay, I said I'll fix it.

Great. Dan.

Hey, you guys. It's probably
safest if you step...

Hey, you guys okay?

- What the...?
- Come on!

Attention all units, including tactical.

Suspect in the homicide of Officer
Fuchs has been identified.

Respond to 1344 Solomon Place.

This is a level four city-wide call.

Tyrone.

Sit down.

Please.

Go ahead and ask whatever you wanna ask.

Why didn't you do anything?

For all those years,
you never listened to me.

Never even tried.

Is that what you think happened?

It is what happened.

If you were telling the truth,

then that meant...
a cop murdered a teenage boy

and covered up the crime.

And the only way to do that,
means that he had help doing it.

A lot of help.

And that cop gets nervous and he
decides he needs to tie up loose ends.

What happens to that little boy

who's the only living witness
to what he did?

I wasn't afraid of them.

Well, that's a luxury that you had.

But your father and I
couldn't afford that luxury.

We had to be afraid.

Because you alive or you dead,
it meant nothing to them.

It still doesn't.

- And what you did...
- I had backup. We got him on tape.

You had a white cop on tape
confessing to killing a black kid.

Have you been paying attention, Tyrone?

Because in the world that we live in,
that means absolutely nothing.

So I should just, what?

Throw my hands up and give up,
is that what you're saying?

You put yourself
in their crosshairs again.

Someone has to.
Otherwise nothing will change.

I've already lost one son, Tyrone.

And if I don't stand up,
it will be for nothing.

Watch your mouth. Pull your pants up.
Take your hoodie down.

When does it end?

We got all sorts of rules,
but you said it best.

Even if I do everything perfect,
they still could come after me.

So why be perfect?

Why not stand up for the world
the way it should be?

What about my kids, Ma?

Your grandkids.

Everyone who loves you...

what would happen to them
if something happened to you?

I watched him die.

I couldn't walk away.

No matter what it cost, I couldn't.

You are here.

Okay? Billy is dead, so...

you have to let it go.

Stop... all of it.

The guilt. The regret.

The fear.

I'm not sure who I am without it.

I know who you are.

I see it every day.

I see your bravery,

and your intelligence,
and your will power.

You're more like your brother
than you'll ever know.

It inspires me, almost as much
as it scares the shit out of me.

Tyrone Johnson!

You are under arrest for the
murder of Officer Fuchs!

- Tyrone, go!
- Mom, what's happening?

- Go! Run! Go! Go!
- Come out with your hands up!

Mom, I know you're here. The
door was unlocked, and I...

wanna talk about everything.

About Dad...

about me...

I don't know, I just...

I need to...

Come out, Tandy.

Who are you?

Mr. Scarborough sends his regards.

I'm gonna kill Mommy in three seconds
unless you come out.

You know I'm not one to bluff.

Three.

When the rubber hits the road,

and that tire blows...

Two.

...we will ask ourselves the question
at the center of all myth...

One.

Who are we?

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