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Sometimes I feel like
I'm at odds with the whole world.

How so?

Things with Grace are strained.

You cannot control everything.

Chloe is out of control.
She blames me for...

I don't know, everything, I guess.

I didn't ask to be your daughter,

and I sure as shit
didn't ask for your gifts.

Brandon killed Blackstar...

...a copy or whatever, and doesn't feel
like he did anything wrong.

Seventy-eight percent
of the country agrees.

Seventy-eight percent
of the country believes

that the Code I've lived by my whole life

is somehow meaningless.

So...

that about cover it?

So you're having
a relationship with a statistic?

You listed the conflicts you're in

with the three people
who are most important in your life,

and now the one you're in
with a percentage point.

Any thoughts
on why that number means so much to you?

Because what's the use in doing good

if nobody perceives it that way? Huh?

Do you remember
when this notion of doing good

became so important in your life?

Look,

a few days after my father died,

I sat on the floor of his bedroom
with a bottle of whiskey.

- This was in '29, just after the Crash?
- Yeah, right after.

- Where did you get the whiskey?
- What does that matter?

Well, you're a good guy.

Prohibition wasn't repealed until '33.

Go on.

I was sitting there with Dad's whiskey,

and the article
that Grace had written about him...

taking a swig after every paragraph,
reading about all of the things

that my father did
that I didn't know about.

I decided right then and there

that if nothing was gonna numb
the disappointment and the betrayal...

that I was gonna go
in a different direction.

I was gonna reverse the sins of my father

by being everything that he was not.

By being good.

So, Mother and I both agree
the ballroom's perfect.

So I say, "We'll take it."

Then a door in the wall pops open,

and out walks
a tiny little man in a big hat,

insisting on $500 cash
right then and there,

like he's never heard
the country's in a depression.

When I asked why that's necessary,
he says, "'Cause of the hooch."

"You ain't planning
no dry wedding, is you?"

Turns out the Fairmont is run by the mob!

Around and around...

What?

I'm sorry, Jane.

You're home now.

That's all that matters.

Was it somebody close?

Sheldon?

It's always somebody close.

So, uh... the Fairmont's off the table?

Oh, it's such a gorgeous space.
Miriam was right about that.

You hear that? The ringing?

- Maybe you can talk him down.
- I can't. I have a... a board meeting.

Just call in and take the day off.

- You know where to start.
- Twenty-eight.

You know where to go.
You know where.

- Thirty-four.
- They're waiting for you.

Forty-seven.

Sheldon, time's running out!

- Sixteen.
- Shel?

- Find us.
- Sheldon!

We're waiting.

Waiting.

Dad's watch?

Clinical coordinator, dial extension 5465.

Clinical coordinator, extension 5465.

You took something
that doesn't belong to you.

And what are you gonna do about it,
asshole?

Hey. What happened?
The tractor conk out again?

Hey.

No, I just wanted to get my hands dirty.

Where you been?

Volcano erupted in Nusa Tenggara.

I cleared the villagers out,
diverted the lava to the ocean.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

I got some great pictures. You wanna see?

Yeah, I'd love to see 'em.
Just let me finish the back forty here.

Well, why don't I just get
Brandon down to help?

He's not here.

He on patrol?

I sent him to the Union
to see Blackstar's autopsy.

Oh. Did you?

He needs to see it, Grace.

Well, Sheldon, you actually don't get
to make that decision by yourself.

You weren't here.

That's bullshit.

Look, he needs to see that
there are consequences to his actions.

This isn't a lesson. This is a punishment.

Since when
are those two things mutually exclusive?

Sheldon, he already knows
that he screwed up and he let you down.

He let the Utopian down.

I just don't understand

how rubbing his nose in it
is gonna make it better.

He's not a puppy, okay?

He needs to learn
about responsibility and accountability.

We're not just raising a son.

Yeah, well,
we're also raising a human being.

Sometimes, I... I just...

I think that, uh, you forget

that those two things
aren't mutually exclusive.

Dickhead was supposed
to be here an hour ago.

Yeah, he's always late.

Likes to make an entrance.

How you holding up?

I wish everyone would stop asking me
that question. I'm fine.

Your tone indicates otherwise.

I keep on playing the battle...

...over and over in my head,
and every time, it's getting less clear.

What would you have done, Uncle Walt?

I'm not as strong as you

or your dad. No one is.

That's not an answer.

Yeah, 'cause honestly,

I don't have one.

All I know is we're here.

You made a decision. We're here.

Nothing can change that.

Told you.

Brandon!

Haven't seen you
since you were a... a wee lad.

- Mr. Wolfe.
- Ah! Barnabas, please.

We're practically family.

If your mother had any sense,
you'd be calling me Daddy.

Can we just skip being an asshole?
Get to it, Barnabas.

Don't make me turn your clothes
to steam, Walter.

Nobody needs to see
your sad little Schwanz.

Hello, lovelies!

Please, don't stand up.

Fitz, get us started.

Okay. The armor's identical
to the original Blackstar's.

It's fused with this underlying tissue,

making it impossible to remove
without destroying...

Yes, yes. This is very difficult
and far beyond your meager abilities.

Everyone, please stand back

unless you're keen on having
your reproductive organs irradiated.

- You're gonna tear the tissue.
- Do be quiet.

This is a tad more difficult
than being a human light bulb.

Mmm.

Large intestine, 7,200 grams.
Jesus! He's a big mother.

That's just settling in, is it?

Help me loosen the liver.

- Why don't you wait outside?
- I'm good.

If you're going to be unwell,
please direct it away from me.

I can only manipulate inorganic matter.

And this coat is Italian cashmere.

Wait. You're hitting something.

What the hell is that?

Barnabas?

One moment.

Hmm.

Ah, that's interesting.

Oh, now, that's different.

Just tell us what we're looking at.

Wait.

There's something else.

Something inside.

Ah.

Mr. Sampson?

Yes.

He is waiting for you
in the master suite, sir.

Oh. Well, thank you, Cuthbert.

You were right, George.
The farmhouse, it's all real.

This, it was written
on the family's table in the cellar.

It's longitude and latitude.

It's the Atlantic Ocean.
There's something out there, George.

That's what I think all of this is about.

The farmer's family was sitting
down there, sitting around an old table.

- And when I saw them...
- What were they doing down there?

What?

The... the family, you said
the family was in the cellar.

What were they doing down in...?

Oh, they...

The farmer had shot them
long before I got there. And then...

he turned the gun on himself
right in front of me.

This is real, George. I'm not crazy.

Something's...

I don't know.

...calling to me, to all of us.

- All of us?
- Yes.

The farmer's dead family,

suddenly, they weren't there anymore.

And sitting around the table
was... was Walt,

a... a... a... a kid from the... the mill,

the woman reporter from... from...
that wrote the article about Dad.

There were a couple of other men
that I didn't recognize.

One of them might've been
a captain of a ship.

The other one, I don't... I don't know.

But then there was you, George.
You were there.

- And we were dead?
- No.

But we were sitting
in the same place as the dead people.

- I know how this sounds...
- I don't know if you do, Shel.

Look, the visions, the patterns,
everything that I've been seeing,

I think that it's all part of some kind
of a puzzle, some kind of a test.

And it's all leading to this.

What do you think is out there
in the middle of the ocean?

I don't know, George,
but it's something special,

something that's gonna change the world.

I can feel it.

Will you help me?

How long have we been friends?

It feels like forever.

What would you do
if I came to you with a story like this?

Well, I'd wanna believe you,

because you're my friend,
and you always will be.

Then there's your answer.

Tell me about your dream.

Is it always the same?

More or less, yeah.

I stumble up onto the roof...

like I'm lost
and just accidentally end up there.

And I see him...

in rags,

like he... he doesn't know
where his next meal's coming from.

He turns and looks at me...

and...

...there's no recognition in his eyes.

It feels like he doesn't know who I am.

And I'm like,
"Dad, it's me. It's Sheldon."

But it doesn't register. "Dad, it's me.
Dad, it's me. It's Sheldon."

Then he turns around, and he walks away
right off the edge of the building.

No! Don't, Dad!

Do you try to stop him?

Yeah.

Every time.

But I'm never fast enough.

Hmm.

Parents aren't supposed to abandon
their children of their own free will.

It defies the natural order. When they do,

a child's mind can only make sense of it
in one way,

that the child did something bad
to deserve it,

that they failed to prevent it.

However, it does help us better understand
your attachment to the Code.

It's operating on several levels for you.

Yes, it has institutionalized
a way to be good.

It's also quite practical,

as it staves off the amount
of death or loss in your life.

But in your line of work,

there is a 100 percent certainty

that your adversaries will attempt
to rob you of your life.

Well, we can agree on that, yes?

Oh, yeah, Jack.

I think you know we can.

Good.

Now, in any other similar field,

the military
or... or law enforcement, for example,

one has the right to kill in self-defense
or in the protection of others.

Yeah.

But for the members
of your Union of Justice,

when they...
...are faced with the equivalent threat,

they must remember the Code,

which is another way of remembering you.

We do not let our anger
get the best of us.

So I'm just a giant narcissist?
Is that what you're saying?

No, no, no.
You're just hoping to stay alive

in the minds of the people you love,

the way your father couldn't.

They're exactly the same.

Identical in every way.

How is that even possible?

Well, I can read minds.
You shoot fire out of your eyes.

So, there's that.

And what about this thing?

How did that get inside of him?

No idea.

But the way it's constructed,
the tech, the design...

only one man on the planet
could've built it,

George.

- Skyfox.
- Mm-hmm.

Why would George wanna kill us now,
after all these years?

And why hide all of this stuff
inside a copy of Blackstar?

None of it makes any sense.

George always liked puzzles

and a good joke at my expense.

I'm sure he loves being the only one
who knows the punch line here.

Well, it's not like we can ask him.

We spent years looking for him
and never got close.

Maybe there's someone who can help us.

You sure it's there?

We need to talk.

Iowa.

Home.

Home.

I said we need to talk.

It's about your father.

Okay. All I see are trousers.
Where is this gal?

Ah, she's here somewhere. I don't know.

Excuse me. We're looking
for Grace Kennedy. Have you seen her?

Oh, I know shit when I smell it, Larry!

Don't wave it under my nose
and call it a bouquet!

- Come on, Grace. Be reasonable.
- Oh, "Come on, Grace."

Shove it up your ass, Larry,

and don't stop
until the shit hits your brain

if there's room for any more up there!

Oh, what are you eyeballing, chipmunk?

Great. If you're here to sue me
for everything I've got, this is it.

No. No, no.
We're not here for that, Miss Kennedy.

Grace. I like to drop the formalities
after someone's read me the riot act.

And I'm sorry about the way I behaved
the last time I was here. It's just...

I didn't know some of those things
about my father, and... and...

Look, I probably would've done
the same, only less politely.

Does this one talk,
or is he just for show?

- Yeah, this is my...
- Oh! Oh, he talks, yeah. George Hutchence.

Oh, yeah.

- I've seen you in the society pages.
- Mm.

- You look better in black and white.
- I like her.

Well, get a good look, fellas,
'cause she's out the door.

Wait. You quit?

That's one version.

The other is hard times
aren't just for capitalists,

so they had to cut the staff by one,
because I'm a dame in a skirt

and not some sap
with a penis to swing around.

Debatable.

Where's my mug?

Miss Kennedy,
if you could give us a moment...

Where's my mug?

If you don't mind,
I have an opportunity...

Okay! Okay!

- She's... she's on the table.
- Okay! Who's got my mug?

Oh, Izzy.

- Are you sure about this?
- Yes, yes, yes. She was in the cellar...

That's a better place for her.
Less chance she can gnaw off your leg.

You two planting roots,
or you got something on your mind?

I'd like to offer you a job.

- Me?
- I had the same reaction.

I'm mounting an expedition,

and I would like you to come along
to chronicle everything that happens.

An expedition to where?

- Well, it's...
- What does it matter?

Unemployment's heading north
of 20 percent.

Even if you land soft at another paper,

they're not gonna give
the best assignments to a skirt and heels.

So, you throw in with us, you get paid,
and you get the scoop of a lifetime.

Why don't you let Larry choke that down?

You know, if you talk any faster,
your tongue's gonna land on the floor.

Why me?

- It's complicated.
- Dumb it down.

- I had a vision, and you...
- Of a better future.

For you, for the country,
for everyone, really.

- Right.
- Yeah.

So, what's it gonna be?
You gonna stand there with your trash can,

or you gonna show these men
what a gal like you can really do?

Mmm.

Hey.

Brought you a sandwich.

Thanks. Not really hungry.

Are you sure?

I'm fine.

Why are you still here?

Been thinking about it... a lot.

What it would be like if that were Dad,

or Uncle Walt,

or you.

How would that be better, Mom?

I mean...

...it wouldn't.

Not for us, it wouldn't.

Grace!

Oh, I was hoping
we might run into each other.

Hello, Barnabas.

Oh, you're looking as fetching as ever.

Though, I have to say,
I have always preferred you in red.

Mmm.

Barnabas...

Mm-hmm?

You're lucky I like red.

Mmm.

Well, I think we're done here.
The Union thanks you for your assistance.

- I think you know your way out.
- Uh...

Actually, Walter's invited me to stay.

Has he?

There's a chance
I can get inside Blackstar's mind,

search his memories.

How? He's dead.

I might be able to reanimate parts
of his hippocampus and cortex

if Barnabas can reconstruct
the affected regions.

Translation: You need me.

Mmm.

Looking right past us,
like we weren't even there.

How's that right?

Well, we'll find something.
It's gonna take some time.

Time's not gonna change the color
of the man handing out the jobs.

That should be good. Thank you.

The hell you doing here?

These are guests, boy!
You treat 'em like it.

- It's okay, Mrs. Small. It...
- Not in my house, it isn't.

Birdie, can we have a minute, please?

I'll put on some more tea.

Mind your manners, both of you.

Boy's right.

What the hell are you doing here?

- You found any work?
- We be staring at you if we had?

Okay, let's all just take a moment, huh?

I don't know you.

So you wanna take a moment,
why don't you go outside for it?

Now, whoa. This is not about me.
This is about your son.

- Me?
- He in trouble?

No. No, no, no, no.
Not in trouble. It's an opportunity.

- I'd like you to be a part of it, Fitz.
- A part of what?

An expedition. We're gonna secure
a... a boat and a crew in Morocco.

- Morocco?
- Just hear us out.

I don't know anything about the ocean,

and I don't need any favors, Mr. Sampson.

Listen, you would be doing me a favor.
I need...

I need people that I can count on.

And where would you be going
once you leave Morocco?

Well, it's...

- We can't tell you that.
- Why not?

Because then everybody
would be trying to beat us there.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'll pay you. Six months.
Whatever you would've made at the mill.

Yeah. Plus, whatever we find
where we're going,

it'll be a fair split,
right down the line.

Uh, yeah, a fair split.

Is it dangerous?

- No.
- Maybe. No. Yeah. Well, maybe.

A little bit.

But when we find what we're looking for,

we're gonna be able to hire everybody
back from the mill, including your dad.

What do you say?

Chance of a lifetime. Come on.

Come on.

My family needs me right here.
You know where the door is.

- No, no, no. Fitz, you don't understand.
- I don't think... Don't.

- You heard the boy.
- Okay. Shel...

- It's the chance of a lifetime. Just...
- Okay. Come on, Shel.

- Just get out of here!
- Come on. Let's go.

Coming in here like that
after what he did to us.

Yeah. He's got some nerve,

coming in here and offering you
the chance of a lifetime.

Didn't you just kick 'em out?

You don't air your dirty drawers
in front of company.

And anybody
who walks through that door is company,

just like your mama said.

You want me to crawl back to the same man
who stole everything from us?

It was his father
who did all the stealing.

And it's his son
trying to make things right.

I can't believe you want me to do this.

I want you to think, son,

and not with your guts
all twisted up inside.

I want you to think with your... your head,
like your mama and I taught you.

There's nothing here for you, son.

- There's no work. There's no...
- You said we'd find something.

What else am I gonna tell you?

It was bad enough
when the country was on its feet,

but now all a Black man can hope to get

is kicked in the teeth
for wanting an honest day's work.

We gotta go back in.

We gotta tell him the truth.

You think that'll help?
Be fitting us both for a white coat.

We need him, George.

If it's meant to be, it's meant to be.
Otherwise, what's the use, huh?

I'll do it.

- But I want my pay up front.
- Okay.

For my family,
in case anything happens.

Uh... everything's gonna be all right, Fitz.
I promise you.

Up front, all of it.

Well, what do you know, hmm?

Maybe you're not daft in the head
after all.

All right.

Thank you, ma'am.

So...

I haven't seen my father since I was 12.

- You sure about that?
- Yeah.

Believe me.

Believe you?

Why would I believe you?
You're not exactly a model citizen.

My dad left
before I could barely wipe my own ass.

So whatever it is you think I am,

it's got nothing to do with him.

You're not the only one he hurt, you know?

- He was my friend.
- Hmm.

More than that. He was family.

I never thought that he would turn on us.

Way my mom tells it,
you were the ones turned on him.

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Well, we all see the world
the way we want it to...

I see it the way it is.

I need to talk to him

before this thing
gets any more out of control.

I already told you,
I don't know where he is.

Yeah? Well, maybe that thing does.

Oh, you think I haven't thought of that?

Humor me.

Take us to my dad.

- He's not here, is he?
- Told you.

- Some kind of a joke?
- Yeah, a big one.

Every time I tell it to take me to my dad,
it dumps me in another strip club.

He must've thought
that was a real goddamn riot.

- You watch your language, son.
- I'm not your son.

And I am not my damn father.

I've looked the other way with you

out of respect
for who your father used to be.

He reaches out, you best let me know.

I needed you, Shel, here...

Hmm.

...with me to... to make them...

to make them see it my way.

What do you do?
You go running off with your pal.

- You have to understand...
- It's over.

You didn't show. They voted us out.

They're selling the company,
pennies on the dollar.

We're lucky if we keep the house.

It doesn't matter.

- Shel...
- The company, board, none of it matters.

- Can we have the room?
- Yeah.

- Please.
- I'll be outside.

Walt, I know
you're upset with me.

But I need you to listen to me
for a moment, okay?

Okay. Talk.

I... I had another episode

when I was in Kansas.

But I saw something there.

I saw...

I saw coordinates,
out in the middle of the Atlantic.

- Coordinates?
- Yeah.

To what?

I don't know. I don't know.
But there is something out there.

There's something
that is gonna change our lives.

Hmm.

- Our lives?
- Yes.

And I want you to come with me.
Please, I'm...

I need you.

How does that feel,

needing your brother?

Oh, come on. You're not listening to me.

I asked you for one thing, Shel,
that you be here today.

- I needed you...
- It doesn't matter!

None of it matters.

It mattered to me.

Are you sure you don't have powers?

Gonna have the bruises tomorrow
to prove it.

Sorry.

Your dad dropped in on me today.

Shit.

What are you doing?

- This is how it always starts, you know?
- Hey...

Friendly talk, and then, bit by bit,
he will intimidate the shit out of you

until you realize it just...

isn't worth it.

He didn't come to see me about you.

He didn't?

I don't think he even knows about, uh...

whatever this is.

Well, what did he want?

Looking for my father.

So, what did you tell him?

The truth.

Mostly.

And just so you know,

your daddy doesn't scare me.

Sheldon told me
what you said to him.

Little strong, wasn't it?

He needed to hear it...

from somebody that gives a damn.

You know I do.

It's a funny way of showing it,
if I'm honest.

Honesty's the game, is it?

Okay.

You know,
you can't really care about someone

that you're so jealous of
it turns you inside out.

He's sick, George.

And you...

you keep feeding his delusions,

like it's a sport or something.

Sampson Steel died the moment
your father stepped off the ledge.

- What?
- Clinging to it is your delusion.

And what would you know
about saving a business?

Everything that you have
is handed to you on a platter.

You arrogant little sh...

This isn't about saving the mill, Walt.
This is about saving yourself!

Sheldon's just trying
to do the same in his own way.

So, you believe him?

His visions.

You really believe that there's something
out there in the middle of the ocean?

I have no idea.

All I know is he needs this.

He needs this journey to heal.

Maybe he's not the only one.

Wait. Slow down.
You want me to go where?

Morocco.
That's where we'll find the ship, I think.

And... Walt agreed to this?

Well, Walt didn't at first. I thought
the whole thing was gonna go belly-up...

...but somehow
George convinced him.

I... I don't know
what I would do without George.

Sheldon, stop. Stop.

You... you... you said
that everything was gonna be okay.

- You... you said that you were okay.
- I am.

I am. This is... this is real, all of it.

Well, did you see me...

in your visions?

- Well...
- Was I there?

No, Jane.

What was your thought process
after Jane left you? Your narrative?

It was a punishment

for not being good enough.

- That's not what she told you, was it?
- Okay, I get it.

The Code is a symbol for being a good boy
and that we can't prevent loss or tragedy.

I'm not naive.

But...?

But the world never used to be
so intentionally cruel.

It used to be that if you gave your kids
everything they needed, they'd be okay.

That you protect your country,
they call you a hero.

The world has always been chaos and shit,
my friend.

It's your beliefs
that have kept you hopeful.

"If I'm good, bad things won't happen
to me or the ones that I love."

It's a construct
you created a long time ago

to shield yourself from reality.

But reality always wins out,

no matter how profoundly
we rail against it.

So, what are you saying? That there is
no difference between right and wrong?

That... that morality is
some kind of an intellectual exercise?

No.

I'm suggesting that you exist
in a world of your own creation,

a world of black and white, good and evil.

And it has protected you
for the most part.

But...?

But it doesn't allow
for the way the world really is

and how the majority of people live in it,

in shades of gray.

Well, I'm afraid
we'll have to continue this next week.

Okay.

Thank you, Jack.

Sometimes it feels like
you're the only one that I can talk to.

Isn't it interesting
that the one person you come to for advice

is the man
who tried to kill you for 20 years?

Honestly, Jack,
no one else understands me.

Well, you always know where to find me.