City on Fire

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- Yeah. Thanks. - I'll take it, hmm?

Happy birthday, sweetie.

You see that? Her eyes, they fluttered.

Can you... Can you check... Check the monitor?

I think there's movement behind her eyelids. I think she's waking up.

You see? Check the monitors.

You see... You see that? You see that?

Dad?

But the monitors aren't showing anything.

You didn't see it. I saw it.

Just, please. Ask for the doctor.

Joe, you're exhausted. You need to take a break.

Hon, go home. We can take care of her tonight.

I saw something.

Police! Search warrant!

Police!

- Go! Go! Go! - Clear!

Police! Search warrant!

Jesus fucking Christ.

Wow.

This has gotta be Iggy's spot from Sam's zine.

Nicky Chaos's place.

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Looks like a baby bomb.

Smaller than the one that was on 175th Street.

They've been working up to something.

I don't get it.

What's an uptown D-bag like Amory Gould have to do with any of this?

- Captain still won't sign his warrant? - Ah, not without more evidence.

At least a strong motive.

If we bring him in for questioning…

He'll lawyer up. Or worse, disappear.

Yeah.

You in the market for a pet?

These assholes are never coming back. Can't leave these little guys here.

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- Let's go. - Yeah.

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That's as clear as we could take 'em.

Hey, number the prints…

He was right. They were making something big.

Too bad it's gone, and so are they.

- So what do we do now? - All we can do.

We wait.

Like sitting fucking ducks.

I fucking told you Charlie would narc.

Charlie was a disappointment.

- But also utterly predictable. - This is all because of you.

Another dumb bitch taking in a stray puppy.

Hey, hey, hey!

I love your tender heart.

But we're doing this for Sam.

Ultio nostra means "vengeance is ours."

When we finish this tomorrow, then we get the hell out of town.

When we return, we're coming back to a new city.

You know, one where people will take our ideas just a little more seriously.

Or at least there'll be a lot fewer rich folks who wanna live here.

It's not all evil executives who work in that building.

There's normal people too, like janitors and shit.

That's exactly why you're staying in the van.

Your fucking feelings get the best of you every single time.

Sol, calm down.

Everybody's on edge.

We're gonna feel a lot better after.

Okay?

Yo. Let's go, Sol.

I mean, the poor man made it himself.

The least we can do is eat it. All right. Here's your piece.

You're not gonna have a little piece?

Ah, looks good, but I gotta watch my sugar.

One piece. Tiny, tiny piece.

I'll have the same size.

I'm sorry, Sam.

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

I'm sorry that I was... That I was late that night,

and that I ran away.

And…

And that I didn't even know it was your birthday.

To be honest, I don't even know what day it is anymore.

But I... I do know about the fires.

And about that guy who died.

And I think it must've been really hard for you to keep going after that.

I think you would've done something about it.

Charles?

You wanted to help, but they didn't want you to go, right?

Charles, where are you?

But who were you gonna tell that night?

And who tried to stop you?

For a minute, I thought it must've been Nicky, but I saw the photo.

I don't... I don't think he would hurt you.

All I know is that you are good.

You would stand up for what's right and somehow that put you here.

So, I'm gonna do the same.

They... They made a bomb for revenge.

Against who I don't know, but I called it in.

I'm gonna go to the cops, and… …I'm turning myself in next.

And I'm gonna tell 'em everything I know.

I'm here to say goodbye…

'cause I don't know when I'll be able to see you again.

Or, uh, if I'll be able to see you again.

But maybe I could just stay here for a little while longer.

Not gonna lie, I'm... I'm really tired and…

I've really missed you.

I've really, really missed you.

William?

William?

William!

Oh, thank goodness.

- Oh, babe. - I… …I just thought…

Thought I just ran out… …first chance I could get?

Get a fix?

I'm sorry.

Yeah, well, if I OD, then Amory Gould… …gets off scot-free.

And we're not gonna let that happen, are we?

No.

- I've missed that kiss. - Mmm.

- - Mmm.

Uh, but before we get going to see Detective Parsa,

I really think you should speak to your sister, uh, alone.

- Mmm. - You two have found each other again.

Let some good come out of the bad that's been happening.

- Hi. - Good morning, everyone.

You're, uh, Mom's brother, right?

The one who ran away?

It's a little more complicated than that.

- Are you still sick? - I didn't know that I was.

It's a different kind of sick, Cate.

- Like an addict. - What's an addict?

It, um…

Hey, I'm your Uncle William.

It is damn nice to finally meet you.

You said the D word.

I know most of the bad words.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

Little more family bonding with Uncle William here, you'll know them all.

So, you're Will, huh?

It's a pretty sick name, right?

And you're Cate?

You know you look exactly like your mom did when she was your age?

Hey, where is your mom anyway?

Um, not up yet.

- Do you think I should go wake her up? - Yeah, she'll love that.

Nice to meet y'all.

Ooh, that is some sorry-looking cereal right there.

Uh, how 'bout I whip up something for you kids?

Yeah?

Hi.

Okay. Do you think that this is the first time ever in history

that I'm awake before you?

Wait, what time is it?

Wh... Where are the kids?

They're awake and being fed by Mercer,

which undoubtedly means a veritable feast.

You met the kids and I wasn't there.

I know, like what? Cate, are you kidding? She's ridiculo... I mean, she's you.

Uh, Will is, uh, appropriately… …skeptical.

Protective. I respect it.

Honestly, I spent all of 90 seconds with them,

and I can tell you're a really great mom.

I'm a borderline disaster who's barely hanging on most of the time.

You still can't take a fucking compliment, huh?

Hmm.

I'm just glad you didn't give up motherhood altogether.

What do... What does that mean?

What do you mean?

I know.

Um, the first thing I'm gonna say is I'm sorry.

I only know what... Whatever Amory had in his file.

Do you know that he has a file for every single one of us?

I wanna hear the story.

I wanna hear your story if you wanna tell me.

What do you wanna know, William?

Everything.

You wanna know how I waited too long?

How I didn't think it could be possible?

How my jeans kept getting tighter even though I stopped eating?