Now, come on, Hank, you can't delay the inevitable forever.
What was the demon's name?
His name was Neron.
Hey, world. I'm Hank Heywood.
And I'm here to tell you about an exciting opportunity.
When I learned about the existence of magical creatures--
yes, magical creatures exist--
I ran right home and pulled out a drawing made by my son,
Nathaniel, when he was only nine years old.
My son envisioned a theme park
where everyone could gaze in wonder at dragons and unicorns,
werewolves and minotaurs.
This is insane.
Now, you may be thinking, "This is insane."
But what great man hasn't been thought of as insane
at one point in his life?
I believe this park can bring our country together.
And with your help,
I'm going to turn my son's dream into a reality.
I call it Heyworld.
I have so many questions.
You weren't torturing magical creatures.
You were training them to be in a theme park.
That is nuts.
But I gotta respect you for dreaming big.
It was your moonshot, your way of
risking it all to make the world a better place.
I was so wrong about you.
At the end of the day, you were just as wacky
and well-intentioned as any legend.
And I wish I had a chance to get to know that side of you.
I'm gonna miss you.
I love you, Hank.
I love you, Dad.
Look at you.
Take a look at yourself, you miserable git.
That's right. Soak it in.
Your big sacrifice, it was for nothing.
But instead of rolling up your sleeves
and taking it to that demon bastard,
you're getting rat-ass drunk in a shed.
I can't fight him.
He's too strong.
Oh, this isn't about Neron.
You failed Desmond.
You failed Astra.
And you'll fail Nate.
And you know why?
Because deep down, you want them all to go to Hell.
You want the company.
I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet.