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I don't know how to trust you.

How about I keep showing you how?

Don't move. Don't fucking move.

Down. On your knees. I said on your fucking knees!

Watch your goddamn mouth! I ain't some kinda--

The disrespect you have shown our family...

I know about the new drug.

Your lab, it's ours now.

Listen, it don't have to go down this way.

You think we'd just sit by,

and watch you make excuse after excuse,

and do nothing?

What the fuck is she talking about?

The second you walked into Blackgate,

I knew you were a swindler and a cheat.

What the fuck is she talking about?

Shut your goddamn mouth.

Oh, I thought for a moment you two were...

that perhaps you asked him to...

Asked him to what?

Kill your brother...

to take his place.

But I'm wrong, aren't I?

You didn't know.

You...

Nadia, you gotta listen to me.

I never cheated your family.

Jesus! Come on!

I needed Sofia to get the new drug.

All right? For us.

It's yours. It's fucking yours! I was gonna bring it to you.

I swear to God. You gotta trust me.

I'm on your side.

Let's go!

Get in!

- Sofia? - Julian.

I need... I need help.

Where are you?

It was... It...

It was... Oz.

Sofia?

Sofia?

Sofia?!

On behalf of the Lucy House,

it is my pleasure to welcome the chairwoman

of the Isabella Falcone Foundation,

Sofia Falcone.

I've never been one for speeches, but...

my mother, Isabella Falcone,

struggled with depression for years.

She never got the help that she needed,

and when I was nine,

she took her own life.

That's why my father and I started this foundation.

We wanted to support charities like this one

that provide women and girls with life-saving services.

I'm so busy with our gala and our golf tournament next month.

- Great speech. - Thank you.

Sofia, you will be there, won't you? It is so fun.

Yes. I'm so sorry. I have to run.

- Thank you. - Thank you, Mrs. Hill.

You need a cigarette, take the edge off?

This is the third luncheon this week.

A lobotomy couldn't take the edge off.

I'm sure your father appreciates it.

But yeah, even when you're helping people,

you still gotta eat shit.

It's better than some jobs, though.

Yeah, like what? Driving me around?

Nah, that ain't... You know what I mean.

Oz, I'm messing with you.

It's a shitty job, I know.

You deserve better.

I mean, we both do, but... you have a dick,

so at least you're eligible for a promotion.

I'll get the car.

- You did good. - Thank you.

Ms. Falcone.

I know you're on your way out, but do you have a minute?

Sorry. Of course, yes.

- I'm Summer Gleeson. - Hi.

I've been following your work with the Foundation.

- It's impressive. - Thank you.

But if you don't mind me saying, I think you could be doing more.

I don't know if you're aware,

but a young woman named Yolanda Jones

committed suicide last week.

There's actually been a number of women like Ms. Jones

over the last decade, and they all died the same way,

by hanging.

Which... that's how your mother died

if I'm not mistaken.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to--

You said there was something I could do to help.

Yolanda Jones worked at the Iceberg Lounge.

In fact, most of these women worked for businesses

owned by your father.

What organization did you say you were with?

I don't talk to press.

- Sofia, please. - I don't talk to press.

Hey! Back off, lady. She don't wanna talk to you.

More women could get hurt.

You could help them.

You okay, Sofia?

Ready or not, here I come!

Alberto, I know you're in here.

Alberto, where are you?

Mom?

Sofia, how was your luncheon?

Good.

Ruth sends her regards.

Which one's Ruth?

The wife of Congressman Hill...

who's finally taking my calls, thanks to your sister.

Right. Hill.

I asked you to look into his financial holdings.

I'm working on it.

I've been busy,

but tomorrow, I promise.

Why are you such a fool when your sister's so reliable?

I know, Pop.

I get it. I'm sorry.

Shit!

I gotta go.

I don't know what to do with him.

The drinking...

the partying.

I can't have your brother embarrassing me next weekend,

not with the Family flying in.

I'm gonna watch him. I'll make sure that he behaves.

Thank you, beautiful.

You know, he's not like you and me.

He's soft.

I've been thinking recently about the future...

about our Family's future.

Maybe it's time to break with tradition.

When the time comes,

I want you to take my place.

I want you to run this Family...

if that's something that would interest you.

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

I would be... honored.

But the rest of the Family--

They know you're mine. They'll do as I say.

What? What is it?

Tell me.

Oh, it's nothing.

I don't know.

Maybe it's because of the Foundation,

but I've just been... thinking a lot about Mom.

I know I was so young, but I...

It's just...

I don't remember her being sick

or depressed.

She was good at hiding it.

Look, I miss her too, baby, every day.

Did she ever see anyone before...

Like a therapist or a psychiatrist?

Your mother was a proud woman...

stubborn.

She refused my help,

as much as I tried, and...

God knows I tried.

Of course, yeah.

- I just-- - Sofia.

Why would you do this now?

Picking away at old wounds...

You know how it upsets me.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

You still haven't told me what you want for your birthday.

I'm sure I'll love it, whatever you get me.

Don't worry.

Pop's gonna lose his shit over it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

How do you know?

'Cause it's old and expensive, like his favorite child.

Shit!

Your Penguin up there is gonna have to clean this up.

Don't call him that.

- You'll take care of the card? - Yeah.

Wait. Can I ask you something?

The girls at the 44 Below,

has Dad ever had relationships with them?

Those girls aren't exactly the relationship type.

Since when do you care about Pop's love life?

It's been a long time since Mom,

and he doesn't really talk to me about it, and...

I don't know. You get to see a whole 'nother side of him.

- What side? He's Pop. - Yeah, I know.

But you know what I mean. It's very different with me.

I just thought you might have seen something.

What are you asking?

I guess I...

Sometimes, I wonder if I...

really...

really know him.

Like, with all the lies that we had to tell growing up

about what he does, and there's...

there's a lot that we don't talk about.

There is something, but...

I can't. He'd fucking kill me.

Pop's...

Mossad,

and the girls at the club are trained female assassins.

Shut up!

Listen, whatever you're thinking, don't.

What Pop does at work, he does at work.

I mean, we got a good life, right?

Where to, Sofia?

This is everything.

Coroner reports are consistent.

They all died from asphyxia.

I'm not disputing that.

What I find strange is,

according to the police,

official cause of death is suicide by hanging.

Do you see the impressions around the neck?

They're far more congruent with manual strangulation.

Like someone's hands?

Exactly.

Then there's the defensive wounds.

They were left off the police reports.

You can see these women, they fought back.

Biting, scratching... They--

Why are you telling me this?

I need access to the girls working at the club.

It's not exclusive.

Not the Iceberg Lounge, the 44 Below,

where Yolanda Jones actually worked.

- If you wore a wire-- - To my father's club?

Never gonna happen.

Then just give me access to employee records.

Women who are new in town,

who don't have family or friends close by,

the type whose death or disappearance

doesn't make the news.

We need to protect these women.

Mom?

Oh, no. No. Sofia.

Don't look.

Don't look.

Dad.

Sofia?

Sofia, what is it?

This is all you have?

That's it?

Just, like, some old reports and conspiracy theories?

It's ridiculous.

And it reeks

of a junior reporter desperate for a byline.

Sofia, please, just--

You don't know shit about my father.

He is a good man!

And if you try publishing any of this garbage,

my family will destroy you.

Do you understand?

That the same lady from the luncheon?

Look, Sofia, meeting a reporter...

people are gonna start to get ideas.

Your father might not like--

Oz, stop!

Stop talking.

I don't need your advice.

I don't care what you think. No one does.

You are my driver. That is all you are.

So stop talking and drive.

Sofia!

Sofia.

- Carla! - Aw, Sofia! Thank God!

Have you seen bride number three?

- Oh, my God. - It's a lot.

It's a lot.

Yeah.

Luca says he met her in Portugal.

Okay.

Portugal.com.

Yeah.

You must catch me up on absolutely everything.

- Oh my God, yeah. Absolutely. - Everything.

- First, a martini? - Obviously.

Sofia. Hey.

Oz, what are you doing inside?

Is that a new jacket?

Yeah.

- Looks good. - Thank you.

Your father wants to see you.

He's in his office.

Don't tell me you're sick of the party already.

Uncle Luca hasn't even told his vasectomy story yet.

Why didn't you tell me you met with a reporter?

You never, ever talk to the press.

I thought you understood that.

Did Oz tell you that?

Oz doesn't know what he's talking about.

Some woman approached me, but I told her to fuck off.

That's it.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Dad...

I spoke to Kenzie.

Summer Gleeson has been working with the police.

There's an open investigation.

They're looking into me for murder.

Murder, Sofia.

Some hookers at the club.

- Why didn't you come to me? - I should have. You're right.

But I knew that it was bullshit, and I didn't wanna worry you.

Stop.

Do you think I did these things?

No, of course not.

You were supposed to be better than this.

This...

was meant for you.

All of it.

How could you do this to me?

I didn't... I've never...

I've never doubted you.

I love you.

And I know that there is an explanation.

An explanation for what?

You had scratches on your hands

the day Mom died.

But I know they weren't from her.

I know that. I...

They were from...

something else. I...

I don't know what, but...

Something.

Right?

My...

sweet Sofia.

What has happened to you?

You're clearly not yourself.

You're confused, sick.

I think you need to leave before you make a scene.

Dad, please--

Oz will drive you home.

Now.

Listen, I get that you're angry, you know.

But I was just doing my job,

looking out for you.

That's what your father pays me for.

These reporters, they get in your head.

- You can't trust 'em. - Jesus, Oz, shut up!

If you were really looking out for me,

you would've talked to me, not him.

I trusted you.

Congratulations. You got what you wanted.

My father sees you now.

You and everyone you love is on his radar.

Come on. What the fuck is this?

Come on, Kenzie. You wanna kill the circus lights?

I'm taking Ms. Falcone home. Father's orders.

Ms. Falcone, step outside.

- What is this? - Did my dad call you?

Step out of the car.

Oh, my God. Are you kidding me?

Sofia Falcone.

- Get off me. Wait! - You're under arrest

for the murder of Summer Gleeson.

- The reporter? - What?!

Did you do this? For him?

No. I got no idea what the fuck is going on.

- Kenzie, what the fuck? - You're also being charged

with the murder of Yolanda Jones,

Taylor Montgomery, and Nancy Hoffman.

- Get out of here with that! - No, I didn't kill anyone!

Oz, you gotta do something!

Hey, let her go!

Take my advice and shut the fuck up, Penguin.

Oz, call Alberto!

Stop! Call Alberto!

- Get your fucking hands off-- - Tell him what's going on! Oz!

The Hangman?

That's what they're calling me?

It's just tabloid bullshit. It'll pass.

Sofia, your father's claiming

that you have a history of mental illness.

Well, that's ridiculous.

The ADA met with the judge,

and the court has ordered a psychological evaluation.

Because my dad said so?

It's not just your father.

A number of family members have written affidavits

suggesting the same.

Your uncle Luca.

Your cousins Johnny and Carla Viti.

They're using my mother's suicide as a...

I have a compulsion for killing animals?

Are you fucking serious?

- Did you know about this? - No. I swear.

So, I...

I do an evaluation, and I...

answer a few questions to prove I'm sane, right?

That's it, right? Then what?

I'm afraid it's not that simple.

The judge agreed to the ADA's request.

You're being remanded to Arkham State Hospital

for observation.

No.

No. That doesn't make any sense.

You'll be under their care till the start of trial.

When is that?

Six months from now.

- Oh, my God! - I'm sorry.

No. I'm not doing that.

I am not doing that.

Can't you stop this? You're my fucking lawyer!

I'm sorry.

I'll give you two a minute.

He is punishing me for something he did.

You don't know that.

Alberto, wake up! Are you kidding me?!

He strangled those women,

and then he strangled that reporter

and strung her up to pin it on me.

He did the same thing to Mom.

It's true. And I'm not gonna make it.

I'm not gonna make it in a place like that.

I'm gonna die in there.

I'm gonna die in there, and he knows it. He knows it.

- That's what he wants. - Stop.

It's only six months.

You can handle six months.

And then you're gonna get a trial,

and you're gonna get out.

You are, God damn it.

- I promise you. - It's time.

Wait. Right now?

Listen, you're a fucking Falcone.

You can do this.

- I know you can. - No. Wait. Stop.

Please, stop. Please.

Sofia!

- Please! - Sofia, it's gonna be okay.

Alberto!

Don't let him win.

Please. Alberto!

Falcone, Sofia.

I'm Dr. Ventris, chief psychiatrist.

I'll be overseeing your care for the next six months.

This is my associate, Dr. Julian Rush.

He'll be conducting the psychological evaluation.

While you're here, you'll be under court-ordered mandatory isolation,

which means no visitors, no outside contact.

Wait, what?

It's important for us to observe you without interference.

No. Wait! Wait a second!

There's been a mistake here, okay?

And I know-- Stop. Please, just...

I know that people say that all the time,

but it is true, all right?

I am innocent! Please!

I realize this is a difficult adjustment.

Shall we?

Follow me.

Get some rest.

Hi.

Hello.

Up here.

Lights out!

You're the Hangman, aren't you?

I saw you on the TV.

My name is Magpie.

Like the bird.

Not "Margaret."

My stepmom used to call me "Margaret,"

and I told her not to, and she didn't listen.

It's okay to be scared. I was scared at first, too,

but it's not so bad here. You get used to the noises.

I'm getting out in six months.

Isn't that exciting?

Ooh, I bet there'll be lots of paparazzi at your trial.

No one even wrote about mine.

Is it fun being famous? Oh, I bet it's fun.

Hangman?

Hangman...

Check out the new chick.

Hangman.

Hey, pretty lady.

Hangman.

Hangman! It's me, Magpie.

I saved you a seat.

Dr. V says it's important that I make friends.

Sometimes, I have a problem with that.

But I'm making progress.

Candy!

What is that?

You only get it when you're good.

What is she-- Shouldn't she be chained?

Hey.

Wow! Do you see that? The colors?

It's all so shiny.

Hey, she's not... She not chained.

You killed those girls.

Girls. Girls. Girls.

I didn't kill anyone.

You're lying.

She's lying! Lying. Lying. Lying.

You killed them! Say it! Say it! Say it!

How are you feeling?

I heard you had an incident in the mess hall today.

A woman beat the shit out of me

while everyone stood around and watched.

So, yeah, I had an incident. Yeah.

I'm sorry that happened to you.

Why was she unchained?

I don't know.

They're looking into it.

Did someone release her?

Is that what you believe?

The attack in there was coordinated?

- I know what you're doing. - What's that?

You're twisting my words around to make me sound paranoid.

But you weren't there.

Someone had to have set her free.

You've been in therapy before, I see.

With Dr. Shaw.

After your mother died.

The death of a parent is a traumatic event,

and it's not unusual

to transfer that grief into anger

or even violence.

It's not unusual to just be sad, either.

Right?

I didn't kill those women.

I would never do anything like that.

I am here

because my father wants to keep me quiet,

and my family will do whatever he says.

So you're saying that your father

framed you for murder?

You don't believe me.

I didn't say that.

I can tell.

I don't know how to convince you I'm sane

when you've already made up your mind about me.

I'm here to help you, Sofia.

I have no other agenda than that.

Move!

Fuck you, bitch! Bitch! Bitch!

Come here so I can eat your fucking mouth.

Mouth. Mouth. Mouth.

Come on, try it.

Try it. Try it. Try it.

You want me to hurt her.

Right?

To what? Prove I'm a killer? Is that it?

You killed them. Say it! Say it! Say it!

This is my father.

You're working for him.

End it.

Please. End it.

End it.

End it.

End it! End it!

What happened?

What are you doing?

No, no. What is that?

It's set.

You can't do this. I didn't do anything wrong.

This isn't a punishment. You're agitated, confused.

This'll help you feel like yourself again.

- Wait. - Open wide.

No!

Open!

Hangman?

Are you okay?

What?

Why are you doing this?

I'm innocent.

I didn't kill anyone!

Stop!

Please!

What if she's telling the truth?

Careful, Doctor.

Mom?

Sofia.

You've got a visitor.

Go on.

- Alberto. - Sofia.

- Sofia. - What?

Fuck! I'm so sorry.

You're not going to court.

No one's gonna hear your case.

Your doctor, he's claiming you're unfit to stand trial.

Dr. Rush?

He wouldn't do that.

It was the head of Arkham. Some guy named Ventris.

He wrote the report, and the judge agreed. It's done.

But that's...

That's not...

I did my six months.

I deserve a trial. I...

I have... rights.

This is my life.

We'll file an appeal.

Or try for a new evaluation.

I don't know. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it.

- That's it. - No.

Sofia...

Sofia, no, don't. Don't. Please.

I know this is fucked, but you gotta keep fighting.

I'm not giving up.

I swear to God, one day, I'll get you out of here.

Sofia.

Sofia!

Sofia!

Sofia. I didn't know Ventris was gonna write the report.

I tried to stop him.

I'm sorry.

How'd it go?

Uh-oh. Not good?

Well, at least we can stay friends now.

Best friends.

And I can show the garden.

There aren't any plants, though. It's more of a yard, really.

I always look for birds, but I can never see any.

Oh! He'll give you candy now.

What?

You don't have to lie to Dr. V anymore.

You can tell him the truth.

He'll give it to you now.

Are you working for him?

Have you been spying on me?

No.

Is that why he's giving you drugs?

To get information out of me?

Don't be silly. I'm your friend!

We're gonna have so much fun together, too.

We can celebrate holidays and birthdays.

Mine's in February, which makes me an Aquarius.

Wait.

I told you I'm fucking innocent.

Sofia?

Sofia?

Thank God you're okay.

I'm glad you called me.

Not too fast.

I'm gonna get you something to eat.

If you wanna get cleaned up, there's a towel

and a change of clothes in the guest bath upstairs.

Breakfast is almost ready.

How you feeling?

Like an idiot.

I trusted him...

when everything in my body told me not to.

I should have killed him when I had the chance.

Sofia...

Now I don't even know where the hell Oz is.

I have no allies, no resources,

and if I'm not on a plane to Sicily by tomorrow...

my Uncle Luca...

Well...

Maybe you should go.

Not for your family.

For yourself.

Sofia, you've only been out of Arkham a few weeks.

You deserve a fresh start,

an opportunity to heal.

Why are you doing this?

What do you want?

To help you.

And to feel better...

or less guilty for what happened to you.

You quit.

You abandoned me.

I left because I had to,

because I could.

I know you didn't have that choice,

but I'm here now.

You don't have to pretend with me.

You miss how it was at Arkham, don't you?

You've had a long night.

The control that you had...

treating me,

rehabilitating me.

I helped Alberto get you out.

And now, here I am...

wearing your clothes.

I haven't forgotten, you know?

The way you looked at me.

So curious.

What did it feel like?

To get to watch a person unravel?

And now, you're numbing yourself as punishment.

That's absurd.

My father told me I was sick.

And Dr. Ventris.

And then the doctor after him.

And then the doctor after him.

For ten years,

men have lied to me.

And then I come home,

and it's all the same.

They think I'm broken.

I'm not broken.

I'm not the one who's sick.

And neither are you.

The world is.

You're right.

I deserve a fresh start.

I do want some cheese.

You know what? I don't want any cheese.

You hold the cheese.

What the hell are you doin'?

Supporting Uncle Luca.

Same as you.

Can you pass the meatballs?

I'd like to express my gratitude to everyone here.

Tensions are high,

and I wish we was gathered under different circumstances.

But our Family has weathered storms before,

and it has only made us stronger.

Gia.

But here, this house,

us, we are each other's sanctuary,

finding solace and celebration even in our darkest hour.

My brother used to say that true strength--

Forgive me. I've never been one for speeches,

but I did wanna say a few words.

You don't mind, do you, Uncle Luca?

Wow.

Look at everyone.

I believe the last time we were all together

was my father's birthday 10 years ago.

I'm sure you all remember that night.

I know I do.

Come on. It's time for bed.

But Daddy said there'd be cake.

Take a seat, Carla.

Gia, go get ready for bed, okay?

As you all know,

I was stuffed in Arkham State Hospital

for a decade...

convicted of murdering seven women.

Summer Gleeson,

Taylor Montgomery,

Yolanda Jones,

Nancy Hoffman,

Susanna Weakley,

Devri Blake,

and Tricia Becker.

Their names are worth saying.

Victims are so quickly forgotten,

aren't they?

Our stories are... rarely told.

Okay, all right, I think that's--

Yes?

I've had a lot of time to reflect.

And I have to say...

I was genuinely surprised

at how many of you wrote letters

telling the judge that I was mentally ill,

like my mother.

Not that the judge needed much convincing.

My father saw to that.

Still, I trusted you.

I loved you.

And yet, not one of you...

tried to help me.

Except for my brother,

the man you all flew in to mourn.

And you know, the real thorn in my side

is that, unlike everyone here...

I was innocent.

I mean...

Jesus Christ, Milos has a higher body count than I do.

Sofia!

I know you're all anxious for me to leave.

No one has been shy about that.

I'd really hoped that it would be different.

But I understand.

I don't fit into this family anymore.

So, tomorrow, I'm starting a new life.

For the first time,

I have hope.

To new beginnings.

Cent'anni.

Are you ready for some cake?

I have a corner piece with your name on it.

It's extra chocolatey,

with tons of frosting.

But...

we have to eat it in the greenhouse.

Should we tell my mom?

No. We don't need to wake her up.

It can be our little secret, okay?

Would you like some more?

I should go to bed.

You know, my brother and I used to sleep out here

when we were little.

We would snuggle up in blankets,

and we would pretend that this was a jungle.

Should we sleep out here tonight?

That could be fun, right?

My mom told me not to talk to you.

She said you did bad things.

She's right.

I did do bad things.

Why?

Well, my father locked me away in a dungeon

with a bunch of scary monsters, and...

I had to fight them to survive.

Am I gonna get locked away?

No. You don't have to worry about that.

I'm gonna make sure

that you never have to fight any monsters.

Okay?

Now, get some sleep.

Go back to sleep.

I'll be right back.

Put your pants on, Johnny.

We need to talk.