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-Previously on
"Devil in Silver"...

-How come you never told me you
had a child, Pepper?

-Who is that?
-Dr. Walter.
He built this place.

-I know what's best for you,
Dori.

-I make my own choices.
-Since when?

-What's behind that silver door?

-The only patient who
has been here longer than me.

-Come!
[Door slams]

♪♪

[Screaming]

The Devil is here!
-Get on the ground!

-The Devil is here!
[Gunshots fire]

♪♪

♪♪

Cleave: Director Cleave,
formal inquiry,

Northwest Unit,
New Hyde.

Police action
resulting in deceased patient

and other negligences.

Nurse
Josephine Alzona.

Nurse Alzona, how do you
account for no awareness

among the staff
of the patient's whereabouts

for over 30 minutes?

Mr. Coffee was never
a problem.

He was polite,
always compliant.

We -- We -- We were looking
and looking and --

How long have
you worked here?

Six weeks.

And is it common
for staff members

to lose sets of access keys
on the unit floor?

[Sighs]

And how did the patient
obtain a metal fork?

No metal utensils
on the unit.

Them's the rules.
I didn't bring it.

No idea.

And patients were Eyes-On
at this time,

in accordance
with Dr. Anand's orders, yes?

Yep.

Can you walk me through,
please,

moment to moment,

the incident that occurred
at Sal's Pizzeria last week?

We're understaffed,
underfunded,

and we only hear
from hospital brass

when the doo-doo hits the fan,
if you'll excuse my language.

Otherwise,
we don't exist at all.

Do you ever bring patients
beyond the boundary areas?

What? No, never.

Like into the medication
room, for instance.

I don't know
what happened.

I was in my room.

I don't know
what happened.

I was in my room.

You were in your room?

I don't know
what happened.

I was in my room.

Okay.

You were roommates
with Mr. Osei, is that correct?

Who?

Kofi Osei.
The deceased.

Kofi.

Kofi.

Every patient says
they were in their room.

Which they weren't.

Tell me,
how do so many in your care

just seem to suddenly
collectively vanish like that?

I mean...

You're right.
It's impossible.

And as lead physician
here at this unit

with a pattern of negligence
this severe,

who would you say
is to blame?

Well, it seems

that you've already made up
your mind about that.

Your patients
will be relocated

by the end of the week.

Staff will be assessed.

We'll see who stays
and who goes.

It'll be my recommendation
that most, if not all, depart,

and this unit will shutter
by the following week.

Oh.

Wow.

How well did you know
the deceased?

Which one?

What's that?

♪♪

Do you know
how long I've been here?

How many decades?

How many presidents?

How many
Christmas mornings?

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Well,
I have some good news.

♪♪

We will be getting you off this
unit and into better facilities,

along with the rest of them.

That's something to look
forward to, don't you think?

♪♪

This place was never meant
to care for us.

It was meant
to serve him.

But now he's stuck.

Can't get out because
he isn't getting what he needs.

Not anymore.

I mean,

look at this place.

♪♪

All used up.

Just husks.

♪♪

So now he's locked away too.

♪♪

One of us now, huh?

Then you show up
after decades

and say that you're closing
this place down.

♪♪

Now he knows.

♪♪

Now he knows
he has to get out.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪ I like New York in June ♪

♪ How about you? ♪

♪ I like a Gershwin tune

Ta-da!
What do you think, Ralph?

I think it's orange.

It's vermilion.

Not just
run-of-the-mill orange.

It's got a red hue to it.
See it?

Very red.
Kind of jumps right out at you.

You know,
the throne room columns

in Beijing's Forbidden City
are this exact color.

You got it in the carpet
again.

Oh, thinner will get that out.

Last week,
you did it blue.

Robin's Egg.

And before that, it was the
Hills of Ireland or some such.

Then Canary, then Rouge,
then some kind of pink.

Don't you like it?

It's just none of them
make you happy, do they?

You paint, then you lie in bed
for two weeks.

I'm happy right now.

♪♪

Your lines are off.
See?

Glad we're getting
your prescription

checked this afternoon.

Hello.

Come on,
Dorinda-Dear.

The appointment's
on the wall calendar.

Why else would I be home
from the office before 3:00?

Right.
You should change.

But since we're headed
so far out,

I thought I'd take you
to East Point Inn.

Have a little
surf and turf.

Toast our new
vermilion wall.

[Giggles]

♪♪

♪♪

♪ Holding hands
in the movie show ♪

♪ When all the lights are low ♪

♪ May not be new ♪

♪ But I like it ♪

♪ I like it ♪

♪ How about you? ♪

Now, these are
city doctors here.

All right, come on.

Reservation's at 6:00.
I want a table by the water.

Come, Arnold.
This way.

Come.
[Elevator dings]

F, Z, B, D, E.

Dr. Walter: Great.
Let's try row 7 now.

A, P, O, G -- "Oh, gee."

That's all right.
It's a tough one.

But not too bad,
though, right?

No, not --
not bad at all.

Uh, she doesn't need
new lenses.

Yeah, I can see most
everything clear as crystal.

Most everything.

♪♪

Dorinda, there's just one
other thing we ought to check.

Okay?

We have a reservation
at 6:00.

It's fine.
You have time.

Have you ever been
to the East Point Inn?

They do a garlic mash
that is just divine.

♪♪

Ralph?

♪♪

[Footsteps approach]

[Indistinct announcement
over PA]

Did you know
his name was Kofi?

Bah.

No, I mean it.

His name wasn't Coffee.

It was --
Bah.

They're closing
this place down.

Dorry was shrieking
about it in the hallway.

All patients out
by the end of the week.

Staff's history.

This place has been bad
for a long time.

Why now?

We have to stop him.

It's up to us now.

♪♪

You come find me
when you're ready to talk.

♪♪

[Telephone ringing]

♪♪

♪♪

Dr. Walter:
You got that man killed.

♪♪

I'm not letting you
out of here.

We'll see about that.

[Dial tone]

♪♪

♪♪

Miss Chris: Is it true
we're shutting down?

♪♪

♪♪

That's correct.

♪♪

Miss Chris,
you were right.

♪♪

I've been fooling myself
for too long.

Justifying every flaw.

Coffee is dead.

I convinced myself for years
that I was helping these people.

It is time
I actually started doing it.

Dr. Anand...

He won't allow you.

♪♪

I found this.

Was his blood on it?

What?

No.

Then I guess it's just
on your hands.

If you hadn't been so hell bent
on fighting,

if you could have just complied,
made peace with how things are.

Coffee's dead because of you,
Dorry.

Because of you
and your "friend."

♪♪

I'm gonna
go back in there.

I'm gonna
face that thing,

whatever he is,
and I'm gonna stop him.

Even if it kills me.

Guys like you always
want to die for something.

I get the appeal.

You do it once,
it's over,

they put up a statue
or throw a parade.

It's easy
to die for someone.

Now, living for someone,

that's hard.

♪♪

You've never done that,
though,

have you, Peter?

♪♪

♪♪

Book club is now.
Let's go.

There's book club?
Are you serious?

Coffee's dead.

And they're about to turn
the goddamn lights out.

This place is fucked up, but
I still got a job to do, so go.

You're not supposed to be
down here in the men's hall.

I'm not supposed
to be here at all.

[Indistinct announcement
over PA]

Dr. Anand: New book today.

I am sure that
you have heard

that this unit is
closing.

You'll all be transferred
in the next few days.

Hopefully somewhere
with better resources.

Which, let's face it,
shouldn't be hard to find.

It's what's right.
You all deserve better.

There are not enough words
for me to say

how saddened I feel about
what happened to Coffee.

I figured that
we could have one final meeting,

a sort of sendoff of sorts,

where I could share
something meaningful to me

as a way of saying I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I failed you.

I read this
when I was in med school.

It struck me,

and perhaps for the
very first time reading this,

I actually wanted to do

the work that I do,

this work,
in a place like this.

Who in their right mind

would want to work in
a place like this?

Here's an excerpt.

This is from a letter
that Vincent wrote

to his sister-in-law,
Johanna, in 1889.

"Though here there are some
patients very seriously ill..."

"...the fear and horror
of madness

that I used to have
has already much lessened.

And though here you continually
hear terrible cries and shouts

and howls
like beasts in a menagerie,

in spite of that..."

"In spite of that,

people here know each other
very well

and help each other
when they suffer crises."

♪♪

Help each other

when they suffer crises.

♪♪

Isn't this the guy who, like,
hacked his own ear off?

Ew.
Yes, yes, he did.

To show his love
to a prostitute.

Needless to say,
she did not appreciate the gift.

[Laughter]

Now, that'scrazy.

Too bad none of us
are world-famous artists.

Oh, well, there it is.
That's the thing, you see.

When Van Gogh died,

he thought his art
was worthless.

When he died, he couldn't
even afford rotten bread.

But he kept painting
because he believed.

He believed in his heart that
he was doing something special.

Something sincere.

And now those same paintings are
in every great museum on earth.

♪♪

Dorry: Who called them?

Who called those cops?

Hmm?

♪♪

Those cops who killed him,
who called them?

♪♪

You did, didn't you?

♪♪

Man: Welcome back
to NRCY Channel 2.

Let's talk about where
the storm is now and what it...

Who you calling?

Just hold on.

Don't be waving your hand
at me.

All right. Please.

...millions of New Yorkers
in the line of fire.

Anthony:
Gonna get nasty out there.

Anthony,
what are you doing here?

Woman: ...has the latest,
starting...

Hello to you too.

...reporting from Gantry
State Park in Storey County.

I saw the news.

I wanted to see
if you're okay.

Did you know him?

The, um...

Mm.
He was my roommate.

But, Anthony,
you shouldn't be here.

You got -- You got to go.

Why is that?

Because you still can.

♪♪

The devil lives there.

Behind that silver door.

He hurts us,
preys upon us.

Our pain sustains him.

♪♪

Prove me wrong.

Open that door.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Our records show

you're a man named
Arnold Visserplein.

That you were brought
to this unit in 1965.

And you received a transorbital
lobotomy on your third day.

On May 5, 1966,

you committed a murder
on this unit,

and you have been here

locked in this room
ever since.

That's what
our records show.

But I believe there's more
to you than that.

[Monitors beeping]

That poor man that died
by the policeman's hands,

I know he didn't
have to have to die.

He should not have.

He came running out of
this room,

your room,

shouting about the devil.

♪♪

♪♪

When I was a little girl,

I was told about a spirit
who relishes in misery.

It's called a duppy.

The duppy hurts
and laughs and hurts again.

When others cry out
and beg for mercy,

the duppy comes.

More cries,
more begging.

This makes the duppy happy.

This makes the duppy strong.

♪♪

And since I was a girl,
I was taught watch for it.

Don't let it into your house.

My granny used to say

you see a duppy,
throw down a handful of rice.

It have to count every grain
before it can move on.

And by the time it does,
the sun will rise.

And the duppy must return
to the world of the spirits.

♪♪

I believe a duppy hides here

in this very room.

Finally I see with my light,

the light within me.

This unit will close.

The patients will go.

I will go.

But before I do,
I will throw down the rice.

The duppy must
count the rice

and it will stay here

where it belongs.

♪♪

♪♪

Man: Our models are predicting
that we can definitely expect

significant flooding
in this area.

There is a lot
of talk about leaving the city.

I always thought of myself
as a --

as a real stand-up guy
my whole life.

I-I never doubted it
for a second.

The truth is,
I never really helped anybody.

This whole time
I-I was convinced

I was doing
what was right,

but I was just doing
what was right for me.

♪♪

And I'm sorry, Anthony.

♪♪

Whatever you need to take care
of your mother, to do it right,

I'll find a way
to cover the cost.

All of it, I promise.

It's the least I can do.

[Thunder rumbles]

But it is not
safe here.

And you gotta go
right now.

♪♪

Tick, tick.

Tick, tick.

♪♪

[Woman crying]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Crying continues]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Crying stops]

Woman: I'm happy now.

[Crying]

♪♪

♪♪

I'm happy now.

♪♪

Look what's happened to us.

♪♪

What you let happen.

♪♪

No.

This --
This wasn't my -- my fault.

You let one man
take you here.

You let another
lead you into this room.

♪♪

When they told you
to lie down, you did it.

♪♪

You let them keep you here.

♪♪

Locked away
all these years.

Do you ever
think about it?

Who we might have been?

What kind of life
could we have had out there?

We wanted
something bigger.

And brighter.

Is that so bad?

So wrong?

♪♪

Just a little more color,
huh?

Dorinda-Dear.
Huh?

We need to leave.

Let's put this place
behind us.

♪♪

I know

who you really are.

♪♪

It wasn't my fault.

They made me.

♪♪

You made me.

♪♪

And I don't need you anymore.

♪♪

Washed up.

Worn out.

Like a pair
of dirty old socks.

That's all you are now.

♪♪

Make him say yes.

♪♪

Make him say yes.

Or...

all of you die.

Clock's ticking.

♪♪

Tick. Tick.

Tick.

[Coin clatters]

[Line ringing]

Nana: Hello?

Nana.

Lucretia, what's wrong?
You okay?

I got this book today.
I was reading it.

Do you know who
Vincent van Gogh is?

Yes.

I'm reading this book
he wrote and, um...

I know you love me.
I know you love me.

But sometimes I think you still
see me like a little kid.

And what about everybody else?

What do they see
when they look at me?

♪♪

Everybody I know in my life
is in here.

How do they see me?
Do they even see me at all?

You know, I could draw every one
of their faces from memory.

Frank Waverly,
Mr. Mack, Pepper,

Dorry, Coffee.

♪♪

Kofi.

♪♪

What if they don't see me
and I'm just alone?

Like I'm gonna be alone
for my whole life.

No matter what I draw
or think or feel.

Lucretia,
I need you to breathe.

♪♪

Nana.

They're gonna close this --

They're gonna close
this unit soon,

and I don't know where they're
gonna try to send me, but...

♪♪

...I want to come home.

Loochie.

You remember
what you did to your brother?

♪♪

You could have killed him.

♪♪

♪♪

I'm coming home, Nana.

♪♪

Soon.

♪♪

Marisol, who you met,

she can help get you
what money I got left.

It's not much, but it's
something, and it's yours.

I'll call her.
I'll make it happen.

Well,
what are you going to do?

You're still locked up in here.

I've got to
figure out a way

of making sure nobody else
gets hurt.

Look, this is about us.

You said you were sorry.

I believe you, but this can't
just be the end of it.

Look, Anthony, I'm stuck
in here and in here, you know?

And even if I could
figure my shit out,

it's too late for us,
right?

I mean,
you're already a grown man.

So are you.

And I bet when it comes
to this other thing,

you already know
what to do.

You're just
too damn scared.

[Door opens]

Peter Coffin.

I'm ready to go.

[Thunder rumbling]

Not now.

Dorry, I said not now.

Yes.

Now.

You can't let him out.

Who?

You know
who I'm talking about.

Everybody hates me now

because I've been helping him
for so long,

doing what he commands.

The funny thing is,

they all feel the same way
about you.

Maybe we both
work for him.

You know, I didn't appreciate
what you did in book club.

I know
you want to humiliate me.

You want to throw the blame
at my feet?

It belongs there.

Do you need to be confined
to your room?

You were happy to do
his dirty work all those years,

just like I did.

What's sad is you thought
you were one of the good guys,

didn't you?

I did too.
I'm not like you.

If you really want to help,
help me keep --

You want help?
Is that what you want?

Because you, Dorry,
are beyond help.

You've always been.

No! If this place is empty,
he will starve.

Yes. Of course.

What was it
that Coffee called it?

A -- A malevolent presence,
hmm?

An evil.

Yeah,
I hear the patient gossip,

the ludicrous shit you babble
on about all day.

Ah, yes, New Hyde is just one
big, giant, spooky hospital.

There's a killer.

There's a monster.
The devil.
Oh, my God.

It's in you,
isn't it?

Pepper said no,
but you said yes.

He made you an offer
and you said yes.

I see you.

I know who you are.
[Thunder rumbles]

Get out.

[Both grunt]

♪♪

No! No, no, stop!

No, stop!

♪♪

[Anand screaming]

♪♪

[Anand screaming]

♪♪

Find you.
I know you're in there.

I'll find you.

[Screaming]

They're standing up.
No more lying down.

No, sir.
I know you're in there.

[Screaming]

[Restraints rustling]

[Thunder rumbles]

Ta-da!

[Chuckles]

♪♪

Do you like it?

Got a red hue to it.

See it?

Mm.

Oh, they're very red.

♪♪

Vermilion.

Kind of jumps
right out at you.

[Laughs]

Had to do it.

He had the devil in him.

♪♪

♪♪

[Vomits]

♪♪

-It's ridiculous.
-No, I know, Dad.

[Thunder rumbles]

She did that
with her bare hands?

You'd be surprised
what people can do.

Miss Chris: Everybody.
Everybody, please.

The police have been called.

They're on their way.
You must stay on the unit.

Are you serious?
Oh, my God!
[All shouting]

Please. They said we cannot
leave until they come.

But they will be here.

This is bullshit.
What are you talking about?
You can't just keep us here.

You heard her.

We stay.

But why do we have to stay
in this unit?

Why can't we just move
to another building?

I gotta make a call.

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

You think the police
can help us?

♪♪

♪♪

[Snarling]

♪♪

[Buzzer]

♪♪

We got a lot of
scared people here.

♪♪

Nobody goes anywhere.
Understand?

Yeah.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Mm.

♪♪

All right.
Come on in.

Wait. Stay calm.

All right, come on, come on,
come on.

Let's go.

Now you're gonna
tell me who he is.

-Let's go. Everybody in.
-Relax.

He's my son.

Yeah, I can see
the family resemblance.

It's true. He's mine.

♪♪

And I abandoned him
when he was 3 years old.

♪♪

[Thunder rumbles]

Mm.

♪♪

Still fits.

♪♪

[Sighs]

♪♪

No. No!

Oh, good lord.

What? Why?

♪♪

Man: Oh, no.

Dorry.

Huey:
Fuck is going on?

[Panting]

♪♪

Jesus Christ! The old lady.
She's going over the fence.

-Let's get her off.
-Oh, shit.

Pepper: Somebody do something!
Please!

Get the damn door open.

Get her off of there,
come on!

No, no, no, no.

[All shouting indistinctly]
-Dorry!

♪♪

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Somebody open the damn door!

-Come on!
-Open the door!

♪♪

[Buzzer]

Dorry!

[no audio]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[Radio chatter]

Loochie:
We ain't going home.

[Sighs]

We ain't going home.

We ain't going home.

♪♪

Miss Chris: You two.

♪♪

Listen to me.

♪♪

Behind that door,

I know what it is.

I know
what's doing this.

What I'm saying is,
I believe you.

♪♪

What do we do now?

♪♪

Man: I'm going to get my way.

So many more will die.

[All scream]

Your own son will die.

[Grunts]

I'm very scared.

[Gasps]

[Door buzzes]
Go!

[Roaring]

Shh!

[All screaming]

[Screaming]

Our work can begin.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪