Death and Other Details

I'm happy just freeloading as per usual.

What? Imogene, please, you're family.

Imogene, I have not slept for two days.

Leila wants a divorce. I lost the company.

My dad isn't even really my dad.

And I can see that none of this is even registering with you

because all you care about is did he kill your mom?

- He did. - I made a phone call.

Viktor sams is meticulous in his justice.

He is in control.

In one hour, this ship will be destroyed.

I know you're angry, but right now we need each other.

My god, you're okay.

Thank you. For the escape plan.

- Yeah, my timing wasn't perfect, but... - We'll do better next time.

I found Danny's log. Everything he did on board.

Who are you? I never forget a face.

If Danny saw Viktor sams, then it's gotta be in there.

See that? There. Right there. See?

It does not make sense.

Unless... This was personal.

- You see things, imogene. - No.

Things other people don't even bother to notice.

Mom?

Excuse me, Mr. Cotesworth. May I interest you in a whiskey?

- Maybe some schnapps? - No. Coffee's fine.

Could you do a bacon butty?

Right away, Mr. Cotesworth.

There's something worse than the end.

Longing for one... Knowing the true end may never come.

I hate that. No, no, no.

And... if I.

I used to think if I found Viktor sams,

if I solved Kira Scott's murder,

I'd find some kind of peace.

But there's not real peace.

- We're not dead. - Might as well be!

No, no, no, Anna!

The bombs went off, but we're not...

We should be dead. Come on, we need to go.

Hey! Hey! Look, I get it. Okay? It's been a, it's been a shit, shit week.

But you and I, we're still here.

Okay? Come on. So, just...

Fuck it... come on.

Let's go. Come on. Fuck!

- We need to go. - I'm not going anywhere with you.

There's a ferry nearby.

In less than six minutes, they'll be here and evacuate the guests.

- No one has been injured. - No one has... you blew up a helicopter.

Well, they cheated.

The explosives were installed far away from the guests.

Near your server farm so you could destroy evidence.

Where is Rufus?

He was evacuated with the crew and the children.

He's perfectly safe.

We need to leave now.

You think I'd trust you?

I'll answer every question you have, imogene, but we have to get off this boat.

Sunil, we gotta go!

Come on!

Go!

Go ahead and take it off.

Apologies for the theatrics.

What do you want?

I want you to trust me.

I want you to understand.

You can go at the end of this, I promise.

You have no idea what it's been like to see you every day

and not have you know me,

to wanna tell you who you are to me.

I haven't taken a breath in 18 years without thinking about you.

I never wanted to leave you, imogene.

But you did.

I did.

Had to.

It's not fair.

They get to own all the beautiful things.

You're gonna make me put it back, aren't you?

I didn't have a choice, imogene.

I was all alone. I didn't know who to trust.

The night after I met with hochenberg at the opal diner,

they came for me.

You're really picturing it, aren't you?

Just tell me what happened.

I went for my keys.

Bitch!

It was the fucking Colliers. They tried to kill me.

But they failed.

Now I had to get out before they tried again.

I desperately wanted to take you with me.

No! In no fuckin' universe. No kids.

Kids can't stay in a basement without heat or windows for six weeks.

Kids paint a target on your back.

Every border you cross, you'll bring more attention.

You found me because you need someone to make you disappear and I can.

But you go alone.

I'm not gonna have a kid's death on my conscience.

I knew the only way to keep you safe was for them to think I was gone.

Lawrence Collier has resources.

You wanna stay gone, you follow every rule I give you.

And I mean every single rule.

No lookin' back.

No reaching out to your kid or mom.

No ex-boyfriends, girlfriends.

You can't talk to anyone you knew before, ever.

It's the biggest mistake people make,

the reason they get found,

they reach out to loved ones.

Okay?

Now here's the hard part.

There may not be a body, but there damn well better be DNA.

You gotta be kidding me.

Fuck.

Gross.

Fuck.

It's not fair.

They get to own all the beautiful things.

You're gonna make me put it back, aren't you?

I sure am.

Go.

That's your go bag.

I don't, I don't get it. I saw you.

Right before the car exploded, you were here.

- You were starting the engine. - You heard the sound.

- No, I saw you! - You didn't.

Look.

Memory is a motherfucker.

Now you run.

No! No! No!

- No! - Every instinct in me

was screaming to go to you.

Mom!

You made me watch.

The hardest decision of my life.

But I knew you, imogene.

You had to see it,

or you'd have questioned, doubted, wondered.

You never would've moved on.

You think I moved on?

They stole our lives.

It broke me, for a time.

My only hope was that it wasn't all in vain.

I'd left evidence behind.

But... it went nowhere.

Corruption was winning and the corrupt were walking free.

I looked around and saw how naïve I'd been.

I saw power prevailing everywhere.

And what was I doing?

Hiding.

It wasn't enough.

Not nearly.

So... I built a new identity.

A few identities, in fact.

I changed my face. Surprisingly painful.

I changed my eye color. You can do that, but don't.

I love your blues.

And I got to work.

Real power doesn't lie in the halls of government,

or with figurehead monarchs, or with the media.

No.

Power, real power... Is hoarded by the billionaire class.

They have changed the rules and they did it with lies.

Lies that divide us,

that keep us scrolling on our phones for distraction

while they Rob us in broad daylight,

while we click "like" and "buy," and obsess over conspiracies,

and sell them our eyeballs

until we've not only lost our bearings,

we've lost our humanity.

You see it.

You know in your bones it's wrong.

I will arm you.

I will show you where to aim.

We'll fight for the people the world throws away.

This is good.

Life, I'm afraid... is a messy thing.

But I will say this about Kira Scott.

There really was a ferry from the island of Malta,

a scant two nautical miles away,

when her bombs went off and the ship began to sink.

You could call it a coincidence, but, of course, you now know

coincidences are just dressed-up clues.

The bombs were never meant to kill.

They were meant to provoke... to scare.

We made it.

We fuckin' made it, Anna.

I'd say it worked... almost too well.

But in that moment, in that very moment,

all I could think was,

will I ever see imogene again?

It's alright, son. I'm alright. We're alright.

I'm coming for you.

Yes, I have your phone.

So glad you made it. I was worried sick.

I think I'm ready to be boring for a while.

Eleanor, and I mean this,

I never wanna see you again.

She was perfect.

Even if I wasn't.

What you're doing here, it's.