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I could see it all over your face,
everything you wanted to do to him…

…everything he deserved.

Karma's a motherfucker?

Erika.

My office said you
needed to talk to me.

Yeah. But, it can wait.

You sure? You came all the
way out here to tell me, so…

You really think
Agatha wiggs did this?

This is crazy, right?

Apparently, wiggs has been
harassing him for the past four years.

Blamed him for the car
crash that killed her son.

And nile Jarvis
called the police?

Wiggs was writing
a book about him.

He reported a
possible kidnapping,

which is why the police
contacted the bureau.

It's also consistent with the video
files we recovered from wiggs' laptop.

Jesus.

Yeah. She recorded
hours of timestamped video.

Kept the poor kid alive
until a couple of hours ago.

Pick up.

You wanna take that?

Do you mind?

Yeah, you go ahead.

I'll be downstairs.

Hello? Aggie?

Where are you?

Aggie?

Fuck.

Aggie, where is he?

Aggie?

Aggie!

- Aggie?
- Shelley, my god.

My god, thank god.

Where are you? What's going on?

I was right. It was nile.

He killed Teddy fenig, and he
put his body in co… Cooper's room,

so it would look like
I did it because he...

all right. All right.
Slow down. Slow down.

I had evidence,

and I gave it to someone that I
can't reach, so I need you to call her.

Aggie, listen,
whatever happened,

you have to explain it to the
police before things get bad.

Whatever happened?
What… look, just…

What do you mean?
You think I'm lying to you?

No, I just mean that, right
now, you need to tell me

where you are

so that we can help you.

We? Who's we?

Are you with the police?

You're with them
now, aren't you?

Aggie, please, just let
me help you, please.

Fuck.

Aggie!

Fuck. Fuck.

Well, I'll drive him. I can
do the interview in the car.

- You're missing the point.
- The point?

All I did was say I had
an interview with the times.

You laid into me about
how unsupported you feel.

Because you just
do whatever you want

without even asking about
Cooper's schedule or mine.

So go to your studio and get a
massage, whatever you need,

and I'll take Cooper, okay?

What else do you want me to say?

I don't wanna go!

Hey, Cooper, we are not doing this now,
so pick up your shoes and put them on.

- Aggie, please.
- What? You want me to take him.

Aggie, where's Cooper?

- Erika?
- Jack. Sorry to bother you.

I need a favor.
It's kind of a 911.

Yeah, sure. What's up?

- Remember Madison Jarvis?
- Yeah.

Her suicide note. I need you to
pull it from the evidence archive.

Would a digital version work?

I can probably get into the database
in an hour and get you a high-def copy.

Erika?

You there?

Let me call you back.

Okay.

Bad idea.

Hands on your head. Now!

I had a feeling you
were lying to me.

When you said abbott
wasn't up to anything,

I should've trusted my gut.

I thought we had
an understanding.

I have been respectful.

Anything else that
you need to tell me?

What did you do to Brian?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

This isn't what I agreed to.

None of this was
supposed to happen.

But it happened.

And you're in it now.

Just like me.

You made a choice
to protect your family.

I will do the same.

I will do whatever
the fuck I have to do.

So if you're holding
anything back… I'm not.

Well, you'll forgive me

if I don't take your
word for it this time.

Whatever you know,
or think you know,

forget it.

At least tell me what
happened to Brian.

If I were you,

I would save my
concern for my own family.

How's my favorite uncle?

I paid Erika breton a visit.

She won't be a problem.

You sure?

She loves her kids.

She knows we're serious.

So we're good, then.

We'll see.

I'm on my way over to
your father's house now.

To tell him what?

As little as possible.

Somebody's gotta break the news
his son's about to be in the headlines.

- I gotta go.
- Nile?

Fucker.

There's helicopters circling.

And there's a police
checkpoint on mill river road?

Any idea what's going on?

You might wanna sit down.

So they put the grape
juice into these big barrels,

and then they put in
something called yeast,

and they let it
sit for a long time.

What's yeast?

Yeast…

I have no idea what yeast is.

But it turns the grape juice

into something that
grown-ups like to drink

when they're very
happy or very sad.

You want a sip?

Uncle Rick!

Hope I'm not interrupting.

No, it's way past his bedtime.
Come on, you. You're out of here.

Go on.

You know, Ricky, ten years ago,

I paid three grand for a bottle
of this, and now it's up to 15.

That's if you can find it.

But

it pairs very well with the slice of
humble pie that I just served benitez.

We're gonna make the
announcement together down at city hall.

Listen, Marty.

You're gonna hear
about this soon enough.

- Nile's neighbor, Agatha wiggs...
- the book. I don't care. Fuck it.

She's actually,
wanted for murder.

- Wait, what?
- Yeah.

A local guy went missing. Yeah, it was
all over the news a couple of weeks ago.

Now, they figured
he'd drowned himself.

Tonight, the cops found
his body in wiggs' house.

She was gone
before they got there.

So I guess the book's not
gonna be a problem after all.

Maybe teach nile a
lesson about who he trusts.

- He sure knows how to pick 'em.
- Yeah.

They found the
body in her house?

How?

Actually, nile called in a tip.

I guess,

you know, he saw
something, apparently.

You're lying to me, Ricky.

No, I'm not.

- Yeah, you are.
- Why would I lie to you?

- No, there it is.
- What?

You rub your nose
with your thumb.

- It's your tell since you were a kid.
- Come on.

So don't tell me
you're not fucking lying.

Would you relax? You know, I figured
you'd wanna know. It's a wild story.

Look at me!

Now, you tell me what
the fuck is going on.

Was this nile? Has
he done it again?

You lie to me right
now, I swear to god...

i fixed it, all right?

Son of a bitch.

Hey, hey, hey! Listen
to me. Marty, Marty.

He won't stop.

- My god, he won't stop.
- Don't do this now.

- Hey. Listen to me.
- He'll never stop.

Listen to me! We're fine, okay?

- You… you saw this coming. You felt it.
- It doesn't matter.

What matters is he came
to me. We took care of it.

Look, I'm telling you, nile's
got no connection to this guy.

None whatsoever.

Then why did he do it, Ricky?

Because he's sick, Marty!

Because he can't help himself!

- You gotta trust me.
- No.

- I… I protected you. I protected us.
- No.

There's nothing you need to do.

Not a damn thing in the
world you need to say.

Marty, what's
happening? Marty? Hey.

Marty? Hey, hey!

Marty?

I thought I was
imagining it at first.

We had a few drinks. I
wasn't in my right mind.

And I wandered
upstairs to take a piss.

And I heard a noise.

A banging coming
from her son's room. So…

I went to open the door,

and suddenly she's behind
me. "You can't go in there."

I could see it in her eyes.

Not grief.

Fear.

And something in me knew.

I couldn't shake it, so I
called the police this morning.

I just…

I just can't get
my head around it.

People snap.

Or maybe this is
who she was all along.

We never know
what's inside, do we?

Why did she invite you in the house
if she had him up there like that?

Maybe she wanted
my DNA. Who knows?

She was trying to set me up.

Using me and the book
to cover what she'd done.

I was the perfect scapegoat.
And that's a role I'm familiar with.

The madman next door.

You know that
better than anyone.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm just tired.

Maybe you should lie
down. It's been a long day.

Yeah.

Did you really
mean what you said?

About wanting the baby?

Of course I did.

I know it wasn't
part of our plan.

Plans change.

Just roll with it.

What? What's going on?

Lila's calling. Hello?

Which hospital?

We've managed to
stop the active bleeding,

but it's crucial we
manage the swelling.

What's happening?
I'm… I'm his son.

- I was going over your father's status...
- no, start from the beginning.

Your father suffered
a hemorrhagic stroke.

The ruptured blood vessels

caused significant bleeding
in his left hemisphere.

We're trying to manage the swelling
by inducing a controlled coma.

It's not without
risks, of course,

but the pressure in his
brain could be life-threatening.

Thank you.

Fuck.

No, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Wait, my pilot's missing!

Cooper, enough.

Sorry. I'm… I'm driving my
son to a doctor's appointment.

Can you repeat the question?

When I interviewed your father,
he said you no longer speak.

I was curious if...

it's not like we were talking
every day before the book.

Right, but you were in contact?

- I called my father twice a year.
- I need my pilot!

You know, on Christmas
and his birthday.

- I can't fly my plane.
- He never remembered mine.

- Hey, come on! Babe...
- i said I need my pilot!

I… i… we'll get it
later. I told you.

- Miss wiggs, if this is a bad time...
- no, that's okay.

- Sorry. What were we talking about?
- Why you and your father stopped speaking.

My pilot's totally gone.

Yeah, no, he actually sued me.

He said I'd been profiting
from his story when he...

goddamn it!

What?

Hey. Morning.

Hey, Jim, how are ya?

Tommy, come over here and
help me move these pallets.

Yeah, hold up.
I'll be right there.

I'm thinking we'll ship
these pallets today.

So you take these two,
move them to the shed.

Hello?

- Hey, Erika?
- Yes.

It's aggie wiggs.

Why didn't you call me back?

Did you show Madison's
journal to your boss?

Hello?

Can you hear me?

I'm sorry.

Who is this?

I just said. It's Agatha wiggs.

And the police are looking for
me, so I really, really need your help.

I'm afraid I don't know
what you're talking about.

What the fuck? What…
what is going on?

Why are…

Right, they…

They got to you, didn't they?

They're… they're
threatening you?

Okay. … All right, just
listen to me, please.

At least give me
the journal back.

So I can show the police
when I turn myself in.

It's all I've got.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Erika, please... Erika?

He was planning on
being there tomorrow when

benitez makes her announcement.

So I'll go instead.

The press will eat it up.

Is there something
you wanna say to me?

Your father's
fighting for his life.

You're thinking about a
fucking press conference.

- I'm thinking about his legacy.
- He's here because of you.

You understand that?

He knew I was lying.

Covering for you.

Like I have every minute of
your miserable fucking life.

Careful, uncle Rick.

Ever since you clawed
out of your mother's womb,

you've been trying
to kill your father.

Maybe it took him 50 years
to see what you really are.

I've always known it.

He stood by you over
and over and over.

Even when I told him not to.

You didn't deserve him.

Any of him.

Sit down, Rick.

Hey. How are you holding up?

I'm okay. I…

I… I slept for a few hours.

That's good. What
about your father?

Any news?

They won't know until
he's out of the coma.

That could take
weeks, or even months.

I thought I would check on Lila
before I come back to the hospital.

There's really no
need to come, Nina.

I wanna be with you.

Aren't you supposed to be meeting
one of your artists at the gallery?

We're installing a new show, but
Elise said she would cover for me.

No. You… you should go.

You should go. There's
nothing to do here but wait.

And my uncle's pretty much commandeered
the chair next to my father's bed, so…

Are you sure you
don't need me there?

I'll see you back at
the house tonight.

I love you.

Love you too.

Higher, maybe?

Yeah, yeah. Of
course, if you'd like.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Ja, it's good.

You're worried dachau is too
unpleasant a subject for collectors?

For some, maybe. But that's
what makes it so powerful.

My grandparents
lived in Bavaria in 1933.

Not even two
kilometers from the camp.

They could see the smoke,

hear the cries,

and they claimed to have
no idea what was happening.

It's incredible what
we choose to see.

I'm actually gonna make a cup
of coffee. Would you like one?

Yes, please.

911, what's your emergency?

This is Agatha wiggs. The
police are looking for me.

I'm… I'm ready
to turn myself in.

- My god.
- I'm not here to hurt you.

I just wanna talk.

The police are on
their way. I called them.

You can check, but we don't have
much time before they get here.

Listen to me. I did not
kill Teddy fenig. I swear.

I swear. I swear on
the memory of my son.

Innocent people don't run.

I knew no one would believe me.

But you expect me to.

Because I think…
I think deep down,

or maybe not even so deep,
some part of you knows this was nile.

He killed Teddy,

just like he killed Madison, and
who knows how many others.

- Madison took her own life.
- No.

No. That note she left,
the one nile gave the police,

she wrote it two years before.

I had proof.

I… I gave it to an FBI agent, but before
she could report it, somebody got to her.

Nile or his father or his uncle.

- No.
- They're protecting him.

Just like they always have.

And maybe I ought to think
that you are, too, but I don't.

Because I've seen
the way he looks at you.

The way he talks to you.

He doesn't respect
you enough to let you in.

I think…

I think you believe the lie,

and I think he
resents you for it.

Look,

I know what it's like to
double down on a story.

I spent the last four years telling
myself Teddy fenig murdered my son

because, yeah, he may
have been drinking, but i…

I was not blameless.

You know, I told myself the story I
needed to hear so I could survive.

Just like you're doing now.

But it won't keep you safe.

Nina, please, there is some
part of you that knows I'm right.

And you know how this ends.

Agatha wiggs!

You're under arrest for murder.
You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.

If you cannot afford an
attorney, one will be provided.

Hey.

- Hi.
- It's okay. It's over.

You've been through a lot.

- My god, you're shaking.
- Yeah.

The… police said she
called them herself.

You didn't tell me that.

So what did she want?

I just really need to
get out of these clothes.

You gonna tell me what happened?

They arrested her.

I… I mean before that.

Yeah, she just… god, she
showed up out of nowhere.

I went to my office
to grab a coffee, and I

turned around and she was just
standing there, blocking the door.

Jesus.

She said she already
called the police.

That she wanted to talk
to me before they got there.

To say what?

That she didn't do it.

That it was you.

So the same story
she's telling the police.

She said you killed Madison too.

And she thought, what, that
you would just believe her?

Nina?

You know, there's something
that never made sense.

The night that
Maddie disappeared,

we had a fight.

A bad one.

She said really

horrible things.

She was sick. She…

- She wasn't herself.
- I know.

I know. She was
that other Madison.

The one that took over when

she was spiraling.

But then her note was

the opposite.

It was

peaceful

and loving.

She quoted Emily Dickinson.

I'm not sure I follow.

To say what she said
to me, to be so cruel,

and then end her life.

To let that be the
last thing that she…

That she ever…

I never understood.

Until now, maybe.

Did she really
write it that night?

Aggie said she didn't.

Aggie said?

She said that the note
that I found was from before,

from when Maddie took pills.

She said that she
had found proof.

Proof? What kind of proof?

Is she right?

Did you?

Did I what?

Did you kill her?

Why would you ask me that

now?

Because I never have.

Because I deserve to know.

I'm not doing this.

- Don't walk away!
- You're trying to pick a fight.

It's a very simple
question. Just answer me.

You know the answer.
You have always known.

- What does that mean?
- It means, Nina, you're not an idiot.

Or, I don't know, maybe you are.

You killed her.

You fucking killed her.

Look at me!

Say it. Just at least have the
balls to fucking say it to my face!

Of course I fucking killed her!

I did exactly what
you wanted me to!

Why else would you tell
me about her and abbott?

What the fuck did you
think would happen?

I… I didn't want that.

You didn't want
that? You didn't want?

You didn't want? You
didn't want? You didn't want?

Of course you fucking did!

Because you fucking hated her!

She was a selfish,
self-pitying bitch

who abused you and
then betrayed us both.

Jesus fucking Christ!
You sound just like aggie.

Shooting her mouth off about fenig.
How she wanted him to suffer like she did.

- Like her words don't matter.
- My god.

And then pretending like he didn't
get exactly what he fucking deserved.

You killed fenig.

For…

Nina, I'm not the only one
with this inside of me. I'm not.

Because we have eyes in
the front and sharp teeth.

We are predators.

We fuck, and we hunt, and we
kill, and we shit, and we like it.

Every single one of us.

So if you judge me, if you
wanna stick your head in the sand

and tell yourself, "I didn't know,"
that's fine, but do not give me that look.

Do not give me the
sanctimonious, hypocritical bullshit.

Like you didn't get
everything you wanted.

Everything.

My god.

I am so tired.

I'm so tired.

Because all my life,

all I've ever done is
fight and fight and fight.

You're my wife.

You're the… the
mother of my child.

I don't… I don't
wanna hide anymore.

I don't.

Not from you.

You don't have to.

Please, just give me your
attention for a moment.

Thank you.

Council member benitez will be
taking questions after her announcement,

but she has asked Mr. Jarvis to
first provide you with some context.

By now, I'm sure
many of you have heard

that my father recently
suffered a catastrophic stroke.

Thank you all for your
prayers and good wishes

and for coming here
at such short notice.

- I'm here to reaffirm that my family is...
- how much are you paying her?

Everybody, she's a sellout!

Come on! This is corruption!

Come on, everyone!
She's a sellout!

- She's a sellout! This is corruption!
- Come on.

- This is corruption! Come on!
- You see…

To me, that's a perfect
example of what happens

when we… become so
entrenched, so polarized,

that we can't
meet in the middle.

Now, yeah, it is true,

many of us in the private
sector are part of the problem.

We also need to hold our
elected officials accountable.

Especially those professional politicians
who lack the courage of their convictions.

Olivia benitez,
on the other hand,

is a leader who is not afraid
to stand up and speak out.

Of course, her initial
opposition to Jarvis yards

wasn't always easy to hear,
but she caught my attention

and, ultimately, inspired
me to do something concrete.

And so, today, I am
announcing my gift

of an undeveloped square
block to the Manhattan land trust

for the construction of up to
300 affordable housing units.

Now, Olivia will tell you
more about the timing,

and the details,

so thank you for
listening, and thank you,

councilwoman benitez, for…

For your leadership.

It's true.

Nile Jarvis and I
disagree on a lot.

And we definitely started
off on the wrong foot,

but we managed to find
some common ground…

I told you, you
didn't have to come.

I wanted to be here.

We found common ground…

So how much of
that did you hear?

Every word.

And? How'd I do?

Vintage nile.

I may have gone a little
overboard on the mea culpas,

but that's the price you pay for a
comeback tour. I'm back in the game.

Nina, we're back in the game.

Don't.

Check your phone, nile.

For what?

I left you a message.

You fucking killed her.

Look at me!

Just at least have the balls
to fucking say it to my face!

Of course I fucking killed her!

I did exactly what
you wanted me to!

Why else would you
tell me about her…

Over the past few days, i…

What the fuck did you
think would happen?

You're not ever going
to touch me again.

Or my child.

Nile Jarvis, you're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

Mr. Jarvis, would
you like to comment?

Mr. Jarvis, anything
you wanna say?

At first, nile shouted
his innocence.

He insisted the recording was
manipulated and vowed to clear his name.

But his story collapsed when his
uncle Rick turned state's evidence

in exchange for
a lighter sentence.

Rick gave the authorities more
than enough to put nile away.

But not before making sure

his brother would never have
to see his legacy destroyed.

Police! Show me your hands!

In the end, nile pleaded
no contest to all charges.

Received three consecutive life
sentences with no chance of parole.

All he had left
to kill was time.

And just a single visitor
to help him do that.

Hey, neighbor.

How you been?

Better than you, I'm guessing.

I don't know. I've been
reading a lot, meditating.

It's not so bad.

How's oyster bay?

I sold the house, actually.
… yeah. It was time.

Get a good price?

I guess it did
need a lot of work.

The book's not quite finished.

But… I thought there might be
more you wanted to say now that…

I… I figured i'd… I'd
offer you the last word.

Well, shit, how generous.

Do you mind if I record?

Didn't work out so
well for me the first time.

Good of you to ask though.

Ethical.

Unlike Nina, you mean?

She's no hero.

You know?

At the end of the day, she was
after my money. Tale as old as time.

She's a survivor. She's
like one of those stray cats.

Well,

I doubt it's that simple.

She saw an opening,
and she took it.

Or maybe she had a conscience.

You're not that naive, aggie.

Neither was she,

as it turns out.

So what else is there to
talk about at this point?

What do you wanna know
that you don't already?

Seems like you got me
pretty well figured out.

I wanna know what you see

when you look in the mirror.

Let me ask you something.

What was it like seeing Teddy?

Were you surprised?

I was terrified.

And?

And sick.

I still have nightmares.

Nothing else?

Aggie.

We did that.

Together.

Both of us.

Wow, you really… you
really think we're the same.

We're not.

And yet here you are.

Can't get enough of me, can you?

Why is that?

You don't care what
I see in the mirror.

You wanna know what
it feels like, don't you?

Will you tell me?

We talked for
nearly three hours.

Until our visit was
cut off by the warden.

Rules are rules.

And we had plans to talk again.

But that wasn't meant to be.

As it turned out,

uncle Rick wasn't content to let nile
live out his days in a prison jumpsuit.

No cage would ever be enough.

So he called in one last
favor with a few old friends.

And what are we to
make of his demise?

Is it karmic justice?

A happy ending?

Retribution is
seductive like that,

promising a clean line
between good and evil.

But it's an illusion.

I know because I felt its pull.

After losing my son, i…

I cradled vengeance
like a second grief.

A sacred companion.

I told myself a story
about right and wrong.

About punishing the guilty.

Nile smelled my bloodlust

and midwifed that
story into being.

He soaked up my rage

and, like some dark angel, made
manifest a wish too horrible to name,

leaving another
mother to grieve her son.

Another rage to grow unchecked.

Vengeance birthing vengeance.

A wound…

That never heals.

I am complicit in this cycle.

My hands are far from clean.

Hey.

- You made it.
- Of course.

Hi.

Aggie, this is Meg.

Wow! It's so good
to finally meet you.

- Likewise, yeah. Congratulations.
- Thank you.

It's terrific. I mean, I
know you know that, but...

but she'll never get
tired of hearing it.

Meg, this is my editor, Carol.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Hi.

Every ending is a beginning.

We turn the page but
can't outrun our story.

And really, that's what the
Buddhists meant by Karma.

For them, Karma's not
about cosmic payback.

The universe enacting
retribution from on high.

For them,

Karma's more
like seeds we plant.

Is that my baby boy?

Seeds we pass down.

Yeah.

We reap what we sow

in this life or the next.

Karma's our inheritance

and our birthright.

Yes, yes.

But however we
choose to define it,

nile was right about one thing.

Karma's a motherfucker.

It's okay.

You're okay.

My makeup is dry and
it cracks 'round my chin

I'm drowning my
sorrows in whiskey and gin

the lion tamer's whip
doesn't crack anymore

the lions, they won't bite
and the tigers won't roar

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

so let's go and drink
to the death of a clown

won't someone help me
to break up this crown?

Let's all drink to
the death of a clown

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

let's all drink to
the death of a clown

la-la-la

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la