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I see you.

When I was a little girl,

I imagined there was
nothing you were afraid of.

You were indestructible.

There was no one and
nothing that could ever hurt you.

There was no one and nothing
that you would ever let hurt me.

When I was a little
girl, you were a king.

And everything I knew
was your kingdom.

I guess what I'm asking is...

where did that guy go?

Well,

I hate to break
this to you, but...

you weren't very
bright as a kid, Emily.

I could've told you anything
and you would've bought it.

Oh, I think we both
know that isn't true.

Uh, and what makes you think

that I wasn't afraid of anything
when you were a little girl?

I was afraid of everything
that wasn't nailed down

when you were a little girl.

I just got good at
lying to you about it.

Yes, you did.

Until recently.

I've noticed.

You don't sound like yourself.

You're preoccupied
when we're talking.

You're not sleeping.

I'm just asking you
what's the difference now.

I don't know. Something,
you know, just off.

Listen, if this is about
what I think it's about,

then I understand
why it frightens you.

But I think you're fine.

Unless there's something
you're not telling me.

- Is there something you're not telling me?
- Oh, sorry.

No. No, of course not. Uh...

I got to run, sweetie.
I'll call you when I can.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Bye-bye, love you.
- Bye. I love you.

Uh, she's pretty
sure everything's fine.

Huh.

Well...

let's go.

Mr. Chase?

- Yes.
- How you feeling this afternoon?

Dave and Carol.

Who are... Okay. Okay, I got it.

Dave and Carol are your dogs.

I got a little confused
for a second there.

Why? Because they have names?

Well, 'cause they
have people's names.

You know, those are-those
are people's names.

Oh, not in this case.

Right. Um, you know what?

Why don't we just
start over, then?

Uh, good afternoon, Mr. Chase.

- I see you've brought your dogs into the...
- Uh, Dr. Howard...

never minded, you know.
I bring 'em everywhere.

Yeah, I'm Dr. Howard.

Oh. See, I don't think so.

- Okay.
- Uh...

I'm guessing you were
expecting my mother.

I was expecting the
Dr. Howard I've been seeing

going on 17 years now.

Where might she be?

Well, she only sees
patients on Thursdays now.

- Thursdays?
- Yeah.

Uh, at her age,

she, um, found it hard
to keep up the grind,

but I'm sure you know
all about that, right?

Okay. Uh...

We brought you in today
to talk about some results.

- Oh.
- Looks like you recently underwent

a full preventative
screening here.

Yeah, we got physical,
cognitive and full labs.

Don't usually do the
cognitive without a request.

- Yeah, I requested it.
- Oh, okay.

Um...

Are you experiencing
any symptoms?

Mm. Isn't that the nature
of cognitive impairments...

That you aren't
cognizant of them?

Not always.

Well...

not never, either.

No, I've not been
experiencing any symptoms.

- I've been feeling more anxious.
- Hmm.

Agitated. Um...

Maybe missing a few things.

My wife...

She went through this, so,

if I hadn't spotted it, I
don't think she would have,

so, I just want-wanted...
wanted to make sure.

I see.

So, are we sure?

I beg your pardon?

The cognitive test.

Oh, yes. Yeah, these look fine.

Nothing out of the ordinary?

Nope.

Why, would you want there to be?

Remind me, we got
to go to the doctor

on Thursdays from now on.

Tell me I shouldn't
be worried right now.

Because the last time,

the answer to every
question I asked was,

"I'm fine, Emily, really,"

was when things
got bad with Mom.

I understand why you felt

like you needed to
protect me from it,

but I'm not a child.

And our situation is hard enough

without feeling like
you're trying to keep me

out of things that I
should be in with you.

Tell me I shouldn't be worried,

because I am.

Okay.

Please call me.

Oh, Abbey.

Sweetie.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I-I don't know how I got here.

And then, I was afraid
if I came back to bed,

- you would see.
- Oh, come on, come on.

Come on to bed, now.

Let me get you out of this.

Come on.

Love...

you should put me somewhere.

Yeah, I'm gonna put you to bed.

- Come on.
- No. No.

Y-You should put
me away somewhere.

This isn't fair on you. No.

I am not what you married.

Oh, please don't say that.

Come to bed.

I could be dangerous for you.

Makes things interesting.

Who am I?

You're the woman who
promised to take care of me.

You're the woman who I
promised to take care of.

Now, come on. Come on.

Who am I?

I know who you are.

I know what you are.

I see you.

Hals.

Aus.

You want to tell me your name?

Good dogs. Thank you.

- 911. What's your emergency?
- Yeah...

my name is-is Dan Chase.

I'm at 92 Neville
Street in Norwich.

A man just broke into
my house with a gun.

He fired at me, I fired back.

I... I-I shot him.

I... I-I think he's dead.

Sir, please stay on the line.

Repeat your name again.

My name is Dan Chase.

So, you heard the
dogs barking downstairs.

You retrieved your weapon.

You descended the stairs,

at which point, the
intruder fired a shot.

You fire back, hitting
him in the chest.

That's correct. Yeah.

Dogs usually
downstairs at night?

No, they usually
sleep in my room.

Uh, they must have heard
something downstairs.

The barking is-is
what woke me up.

Wh-What was this?
Was it a robbery, or...

It's hard to say for sure.

He seems well-dressed
for a vagrant,

- so that'd be my guess.
- You don't have

any security issues
you're aware of, do you?

- Security?
- Yeah.

- Business rivals, personal issues.
- -Oh, no, no.

You received any kind of
threats or anything lately?

No, no, I'm retired, so...

What'd you do
before you retired,

- if you don't mind me asking?
- Oh, real estate,

mostly, uh, down in Manhattan.

I kept the family
up here, though.

I never had any kind of problem.

Figured we were far
enough away from the city

to be free from all that.

Yeah, well, you'd be surprised.

Happens everywhere these days.

The silencer...
That's weird, though.

- That you don't usually see.
- Oh?

But then again, you
had that guy last week

that held up a mini-mart
in Lyndon with an AK-47.

- Ah.
- So I shouldn't be surprised by much of anything anymore.

- Yeah.
- We'll send the guys through in the morning

to do a more detailed
sweep-up, if that's all right.

I'm sure you had
a very long night.

You know, actually, uh...

I have family in Milton.

If I give you the key,

would it be all right
if I stayed with them?

We'll leave it under the mat.

Hello?

Hey, kid, it's me.

Sorry to be calling
you at this hour.

Uh, they found me.

What?

- Yeah.
- Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
The dogs are fine.

But if they found me at
the house, I can't go back.

Are you sure it was...

- it was them?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.

Just because... after
all this time, you know,

- it seems pretty unlikely.
- Emily. Emily, I'm sure.

I've been feeling it
for a few weeks now.

I thought maybe it
was my imagination.

My head making up ghosts
to remind me I'm getting lazy.

I still have things
to worry about, but...

No, this is not a drill.

This is happening.

I got to go get ahead of it now.

Okay.

What can I do?

I'm, uh...

I'm thinking that, uh...

we're gonna have
to stay off the phones.

You know, I'm
gonna lay low for a bit,

just to be on the safe side.

Okay.

- How long?
- I don't know.

A week, maybe.

Couple of weeks.

A month, maybe.

I'm sorry.

No, don't say that.

- You've... You have nothing to apologize for.
- All right.

I'll call you as soon as I can.

Yeah. Right.

Okay. I love you, Dad.

I love you, too. Bye, kiddo.

What?

I didn't lie to her.

There's no reason
to worry her right now

about things we don't know.

Space is the breath of art.

You know who said that?

No.

Any idea what it means?

No. Do you?

Well, I... I think it means,
when you're building a house,

you got to have a
place for everyone

and everything important.

But it's good to have
some space that's just...

you know, space.

Do you think this is too big?

Oh, no. I love what
we're building here.

And I love building it with you.

I do think that we're
gonna be able to

host a small army
in here, though,

by the time we're done.

It's just for our family.

Yeah?

A room for you and Grandma,

a room for me, and a
room for Mom and Dad.

For Mom and Dad?

In case somebody figures out

how to bring them back someday.

Harold?

Yeah?

There's a... there's
a call for you.

Oh.

Hello?

Uh, Assistant Director Harper?

- This is Harper.
- Please hold.

Have you ever
thought it might help

if he saw you cry?

Everyone cries around a
kid that's lost his parents.

I think just for variety's sake,

I'll be the one that doesn't.

The assistant
director is on the line.

Sir, this is Raymond Waters.

Bob Blasky over at
DCS put me on to you.

I'm working a case
he thought you might

be able to be helpful with.

What kind of case?

Now, I have been
granted SCI access

for the sake of
this interaction,

- just so you're aware.
- I understand.

What kind of case?

In July 1987,

a man under you went
MIA near Torkham.

- You know the man I'm referring to?
- Yes.

Well, my assignment
was to ascertain

whether the subject
was still in the wild,

and if so, to locate
and retrieve him.

- Now, about two weeks ago...
- Retrieve?

- Yes, sir. Now, two weeks ago...
- What for?

- Sorry. Excuse me?
- What for?

That file has been resolved.

It's been sealed
for three decades.

Why is it coming up again now?

Sir, that's outside the
scope of my responsibilities.

I've got an operation
gone sideways here

and time is of the
essence. May I continue?

Yes.

Now, an operator was
sent to engage the subject.

That operator was dumped,
the subject is at large.

We do have
redundancies in place but,

given your history
with the subject,

DCS felt your insight
might prove valuable.

Sir, I'm instructed
to relay to you

your help was personally
requested by the secretary...

Yeah, I get it. I'll be
in the air in an hour,

on my way to you.

Thank you, sir. I'll...

Is everything all right?

No.

(music playing
quietly on jukebox

Service animals only.

Sorry?

They're not allowed
to be in here.

Only service animals.

Heh. Wa-Warming
my feet's not a service?

Coffee, black,
and some rye toast.

White or wheat?

Wheat, please.

Mr. Dixon, how are you?

Oh, great, thanks, Stuart.

Listen, there's something
I'd like you to do for me.

Uh, I'm gonna be
coming out in a few days,

and I was wondering

if you can make sure
the house is ready.

Um, new sheets, uh, groceries.

No dairy, almond
milk, coffee, you know.

There ought to be a
list there somewhere.

Wonderful. And will Mrs.
Dixon be coming with you?

No.

No, no, she won't.

Uh, email me if you
have any questions.

Understood.

Looking forward to finally
putting a face to the name.

Uh, me, too.

So long.

- Waitress come yet?
- Yes, I sent her away.

There are too many options.

Uh...

Listen, there's something
I need to talk to you about.

I'll never get used to this.

You people and your menus.

There are three
pages of just pancakes.

What?

What is it?

Uh...

Ordinarily,

when I get the feeling
I've been having all day...

Like...

trouble is starting
to get close...

I'd tell you it's time
for us to move again.

Get ahead of things
before things catch up to us.

But, um...

Um...

What if we don't keep running?

What if we find a
place to stand still

and we build something there?

- Build what kind of something?
- Uh...

A home.

Life. A reality.

A place where
good things happen.

Those things are for
sale in this country.

They can be
manufactured, if you know

how to work the machinery.

- I can do that.
- We can't stop moving.

We can't stop moving,
they will find us.

If the people we were stop
moving, they'd be found.

But the people we're
about to become...

No one's looking
for those people

because those people
haven't done anything wrong.

They are honest Americans

looking to work hard.

Be happy.

Be a...

Be a family.

It's a comforting story.

This place is filled
with comforting stories.

It makes it so hard
to see the truth.

The moment we
left the mountains,

I think we both knew

there was only one
way this could all end.

I do not like the idea that

we're lying to
ourselves about it,

or to each other.

I have drawn some
comfort in knowing that

at least, when the end comes...

we will know we
did the right thing.

And we will be together,
and maybe that's okay,

maybe that's enough.

Fuck that.

I did what I did.

And I'd do it again,
because it led to us.

I don't care what
your name is, or mine.

All I care about is
growing old with you.

Come be someone new with me,

and...

and I swear to
God, I will make sure

that no one or nothing
will ever harm you

as long as I live.

Yes.

Hmm.

Wh-What, uh, what
are we gonna call

these new people
we're about to be?

Hello, this Harold Harper.

Listen, there are
a couple of things

that we need to get clear.

First, I am not running this op.

I was asked in
strictly to consult.

No one here knows that I'm
speaking with you right now.

There's a good
chance I am violating

several laws by doing so,

which should earn me
a little latitude. Does it?

No.

All right.

The second thing, then,

is that I need you
to go to your car.

Right now.

I need to explain to
you how I just called you

on a phone that you believed
was clean and untraceable.

- You haven't paid yet.
- When you get to the car, take a look underneath.

Passenger side, rear wheel well.

Apparently, we can match
the transponder's location

to the location of the
phone moving with it,

and then reverse
engineer the number.

That one surprised me.

I didn't know that was
a thing we could do.

I tell you this
partly to remind you

that you have no idea
how different the game is

than the last
time you played it.

And partly because you've
got about three minutes

before they're on top of you.

I'm not looking at
the transponder feed,

so let me know
when you're driving.

We can talk further.

I'm moving.

I understand you lost your wife.

Yeah.

Few years back.

- Cancer?
- Huntington's Disease.

Oh, that's... that's
awful. I'm sorry.

I appreciate that.

It's been a very long time
since I've heard your voice.

- Ah.
- Strange experience.

Frankly, I'd imagined
you were dead.

No.

I just retired.

I, uh... I read about

your son and
daughter-in-law in the paper.

-I thought about
reaching out, -Yeah.

But, uh, you know...

I assume that you can
see the tail by now, right?

As far as I can tell,
these are specialists.

They're supposed
to be very good,

so I'd keep my distance.

Now, let me tell you where
I am. I'm watching about

a half a dozen high-end
contract operators

fail at blending into
Caledonia County Airfield,

loitering around
their chartered jet.

Their op is not to kill you.

It's to retrieve you

and put you on that plane.

No one will tell me
where's it's headed or why,

but as I sit here imagining
nightmare scenarios,

I'm aware that, with
a full tank of gas,

that plane can be in
Kabul tomorrow afternoon

without touching the ground.

The nightmare scenario
is that Faraz Hamzad

wants to see you
again, and he convinced

someone in the U. S.
government to make that happen.

Why are you telling me this?
Why are you warning me?

Because the scenario
is a nightmare for you,

but it's pretty
shitty for me, too.

This story comes back to life,
and I'm gonna have to answer

for some things that
were dead and buried

in the ground yesterday.

Right now, I'm willing to
aid and abet your escape

to prevent that.

Now, I know you
well enough to know

you're building
a list of options.

Pretty soon you're gonna
realize there are only two.

Number one, you engage.

Go to ground, figure
out how to fight back.

You go through that door,
and I'm here to tell you

it's gonna end badly,

because the first thing
that's gonna happen is

this will become my operation,

and I'm gonna have
to put you down.

I wouldn't be so
sure about that.

Don't.

Just don't.

The transponder under the car.

You left a silencer on a guy

you tried to pass
off as a burglar.

You aren't the guy you remember.

I doubt I'd even recognize
you if I saw you right now.

Some days, I don't
recognize myself,

but I've got 10,000 agents
and a ten billion-dollar budget

to make up for
whatever I've lost.

What have you got?

Mm. Maybe I have
a story worth telling.

Different time now
than it was then.

Maybe now I'm not the one

who comes off
looking like the bad guy,

and your life gets complicated.

You're not gonna do that.

Oh, really? Why?

Because she's in this now.

Whatever name you gave her...

wherever you put her because
you thought she'd be safe...

Your daughter is
about to be a part of this.

And I'm telling you, if you
go through door number one,

I'm gonna use her to get to you.

You're about to drive this to
a place you're not gonna like

- when we get there.
- You think

I like any of this?

And I'm not driving
it from the beginning.

It's been your choices
that have brought us here.

That brings us to
door number two.

Door number two is...

you disappear.

Mm. Yeah, I did that last time.

No. Not like last time.

This time, you
walk out that door

the same way you
walked in the first one.

Alone.

What's gonna happen is

I'm gonna find your daughter

and I'm gonna tell my people,

"This is the only thread that
connects him to the world,

the only piece of him
that we have a hold on."

"So let's just sit," I'll say,
"and watch her and wait,

and eventually he'll call."

And you never will.

No. No, no.

Harold...

-If you do call, -Harold.

If you reach out
to her in any way,

there will be agents
at her door in minutes.

They'll question her.

I-If she knows about
crimes you've committed,

she's going to jail.

It could get worse from there.

You disappear.

She lives her life.

And this story goes back
into the ground where I left it.

Fuck you.

You got 30 good years with her.

That's 30 more
than it could've been,

and you get to
say goodbye to her.

That's not something
that's guaranteed.

Trust me.

As long as you stay away,

she'll never even
know I'm there.

From where I sit,
that sounds like

a pretty good
outcome for all of us.

I gave you a
head start. Take it.

Lose the tail. Disappear.

You and I both get to spend
whatever years we have left

on this earth pretending
we never knew each other.

And that none of
this ever happened.

He's on the move.

Yeah, I can see that.

Just minutes before
we arrived on target, too.

That's unfortunate.

You were just on the
phone out there, yeah?

Yes, I was.

May I ask who it was
you were talking to?

No, you may not.

Son, do you know what
my position is at the FBI?

Yes, sir.

Do you think I was
appointed to that position

because I'm someone
it's safe to fuck with?

- No, sir.
- Then quit staring at me,

before I start getting the
idea I'm being fucked with.

Deal?

Yeah.

Hello?

- Hey, it's me.
- Hey. Are you okay?

- I thought we were offline for a while.
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

Listen, uh...

We never talked about this...

before, this, uh,

this eventuality,
because, well...

I never honestly thought
we'd ever have to,

but, uh...

Shit.

Dad, wh... wh-what
are you talking about?

I've got to go away, sweetheart.

- Yeah. No.
- Well, y-you said that before.

- Yeah.
- I don't understand.

- Away. Away, away.
- What's changed?

For good.

You and I, we're not
gonna be able to talk again.

Not for a long time.

Well, maybe not at all.

Why?

Oh, I thought I'd
covered the tracks.

You know, I thought
that you were insulated,

no matter what happened to me.

Even if I had to move
again, at least you'd be safe.

But I don't think I
can be in your life,

not even as a voice on a
phone, and keep you safe now.

But may... well, maybe this is

where this was always
headed, you know?

Maybe this was...

this was it. This...

being able to say
goodbye on our own terms.

Yeah, maybe that's what
this was always about.

I'm sorry.

Remember that I love you.

That I'll always love you,
but I think I got to go now.

Em?

Emily?

It'd help if I could
hear you say goodbye.

Em?

Fuck that.

Excuse me?

I believe that things
have taken a turn.

I believe that the way
forward is more dangerous

than it was yesterday,
but I do not believe

- that there is nothing else you can do about it but run.
- I... I-I don't...

I don't have time
to argue this, Emily.

You're gonna have
to take my word for it.

- What are you afraid of?
- What am I afraid of?

You heard me.

I'm afraid someone's
gonna find you,

torture you and
kill you to get to me.

- They frightened you with that?
- I don't know,

that sounds pretty goddamn
frightening to me, Emily.

Well, then frighten them back.

You've told me
what you used to do.

- I mean, you've told me what you're capable of.
- I... I told you

some of what I used to do.

I wanted you to come home
from school at the end of the day.

If I'd told you
everything I used to do,

I'm not sure you
would've wanted to.

You don't know how
ugly these things can get

when they get ugly, Em.

You have no idea
what I did, who I was,

and at this point in my life,
I want to keep it that way.

Who do you think I am?

- Who do you think raised me?
- And you...

- Why would you think I can't handle ugly things?
- Emily.

You have no idea what it's
like to watch somebody you love

become somebody you can't.

There are things that
you can't unknow, Em.

You can't unsee.

And I will not have that be

the way you remember
me when I'm gone.

I just won't.

- I'm out of time, sweetheart.
- N-No.

Don't-don't make this about me,

'cause I'm-I'm not
afraid to know you.

I'm s... I'm sorry,
but I got to go.

I don't have time to argue this.

No. Don't-don't you
hang up this phone.

Don't you give up on me.

- I love you, Emily.
- No, Daddy, don't...

Do you still have contact?

Standby, please.

He's headed off the main road,

an access road, maybe.

About 80 yards.

He's stopped.

200 yards ahead.

Do you have a visual?

Negative. I don't see...

Wait.

Shit.

Have them sweep the area.

- He can't have gotten far.
- Copy.

You have an opinion, sir?

My opinion is that
you missed him twice.

You're never gonna
see that man again.

Sweep the area, scan for tracks.

- Anything we can find.
- Yep.

What?

We just got shook
by a senior citizen.

I got to imagine
we're gonna hear...

Come here.

Come here.

Oh! Oh!

Aah!

Oh! Oh...

Man, who the hell are you?

Yeah.

I have him. En route.

Copy that. ETA?

0100, give or take.

Reynolds is dead.

I couldn't retrieve
the body at the scene.

Yeah.

But the target is in hand.

The situation is under control.

I'm sending you exact
GPS for the target's vehicle

and Reynolds' body.

Check in every 15. Out.

Fuck you looking at?

Aah! Fuck.

Oh! Oh, fuck.

Ow.

Oh...

Fuck you, old man.

Try that shit again.

Fass.

Huh? No.

No. No!

Is he there?

Harper.

It's for you.

Yeah?

That's three.

Any more you send at me,

I'm sending back in bags.

Anyone you send at my kid,

I'm sending back in pieces.

Do you recognize me now?

Who the hell is this guy?

Sir, what am I
dealing with here?

Hey.

It's your dad.

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