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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!

- The Devil is here!
- Get on the ground!

The Devil is here!

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?

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...

l, 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.

♪ 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.

F, Z, B, D, E.

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?

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.

You got that man killed.

I'm not letting you out of here.

We'll see about that.

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.

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...

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.

Now, that's crazy.

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.

Who called them?

Who called those cops?

Hmm?

Those cops who killed him,
who called them?

You did...

...didn't you?

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.

Gonna get nasty out there.

Anthony, what are you doing here?

...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.

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.

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.

But it is not safe here.

And you gotta go right now.

Tick, tick.

Tick, tick.

I'm happy now.

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.

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.

Peter Coffin.

I'm ready to go.

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.

Get out.

No! No, no, stop!

No, stop!

Find you. I know you're in there.

I'll find you.

They're standing up.
No more lying down.

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

Ta-da!

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.

Had to do it.

He had the devil in him.

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

She did that with her bare hands?

You'd be surprised what people can do.

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!

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.

You think the police can help us?

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.

Mm.

Still fits.

No. No!

Oh, good lord.

What? Why?

Oh, no.

Dorry.

Fuck is going on?

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

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

Somebody do something! Please!

Get the damn door open.

Get her off of there, come on!

No, no, no, no.

Dorry!

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

Somebody open the damn door!

- Come on!
- Open the door!

Dorry!

We ain't going home.

We ain't going home.

We ain't going home.

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?

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I'm going to get my way.

So many more will die.

Your own son will die.

I'm very scared.

Go!

Shh!

Our work can begin.