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[engine shuts off]
[lock turns]
[keys clatter]
- Hey! - [gun blasts]
[groaning]
[man] No, no, no! No!
[train horn blares]
[train rumbling]
[chattering]
[keys jingling]
[engine starts]
You looking for a date?
Yeah.
Get in.
[camera shutter clicking]
[water dripping]
[chains dragging]
[grunting]
[growls]
[groaning]
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[gasps]
[sighs] Christ.
Not quite. Just your dad.
You're still on the hunt, huh?
You know there's places that'll pay you to do that?
Health and pension ain't bad, either.
I don't really think I'm Bureau material right now, Dad.
You're not gonna find me waving pom-poms for the Feds.
BPD on the other hand...
Blue's not really my color.
Could've fooled me.
I put a new lasagna in the fridge. Sausage.
Ah, shit.
Plop, plop, fizz, fizz. Cures what ails you.
Time to wake up!
'Kay, Dad! Jesus.
[man] Flynn's been making real progress.
He's learning to manage some of his stress reactions
to enclosed spaces after his time in captivity.
That's so good to hear.
However, there's one issue that's come up recently...
...about the upheaval at home.
Really? He never mentioned that.
Well, sometimes these things are best explored
in a therapeutic space.
After all that Flynn's gone through,
to add extra stressors at home,
that might trigger an underlying anxiety.
Well, moving house is a major life change.
And the miscarriage?
It's not just the parents.
Siblings also experience grief.
Buddy, I... I had no idea.
Whatever the fix is, I'll do it.
How are things going with the biological mother?
Well, uh... she's still finding her feet.
It's a process.
[Flynn] Emily.
I'm sorry?
My mom's name. It's Emily.
[man] Yes, yes, of course.
Emily.
[pills rattling]
Hey.
Hey.
Thanks for finding this place.
I didn't even think about any of this.
Boys' furniture isn't your thing. I get it.
It's not exactly mine either, but I'll tell you this...
I would rather be here looking for a bed for Flynn
than on the rig with my partner after dollar taco night.
How's it going?
It's good. I mean...
obviously EMT isn't exactly my dream gig,
but now I've got my medical license back, I can...
One day at a time, right?
Yeah.
This one's pretty cool.
You know, he can put his... his desk under here,
perch up top.
Hey... you okay?
Yeah.
I just, um...
God, the way that I live is just really, uh...
it's not what Flynn's used to, you know?
So you're exposing him to other environments.
Nice try.
Look, you don't have to be mom of the year.
He's just gonna be happy spending time with you.
So, when's the sleepover?
We haven't set a date.
I don't think this is a good idea.
You're not gonna hurt Flynn. You're not.
I need to be sure.
Okay, well...
Look, there's this all-women's meeting
over at St. Sebastian's Thursday nights.
It's right up the street from you.
- Why don't you just swing by? - I don't need AA.
Okay. Okay. It's just...
Well, Dad and I have noticed you've been stressed lately.
We have. And sometimes it's good to get some extra help.
So you talk to them about what?
- I don't know. - Things I can't remember?
I... I don't know, but you gotta do something, Em.
I'm not a drunk, Jack. That's your thing.
- I'm sorry. - That's okay.
- No. It's shitty. - [exhales]
[sighs]
[phone chimes]
[indistinct chatter]
[sighs] As promised, something for you.
What is it?
It's your adoption file from Barrett House.
All the case files were about to go into storage,
so I figured...
- This is stolen evidence? - [clicks tongue]
You know what girls like, huh?
That's what they tell me.
Hey, Mike, um, whiskey, neat.
54 inches tall, 50 pounds.
Measles vaccine.
It's everything and nothing.
I've read copies of this file, like, a thousand times.
It's just a dead end like all the others.
You're welcome.
What? What is it?
I've tracked down every kid from the old days.
I thought one of them had to have known something,
but I found the last of the Barrett House
orphans last night.
She has no memories of Shen.
No connection to Laurie.
Laurie Colson doesn't have a single living accomplice.
So, that's a good thing. It means that we're done.
[scoffs]
Look, I get it. I get it.
I've been right there on the hunt with you.
I wish there was something else, but there isn't, so...
Somebody is still out there.
Forensics has gone through those catacombs multiple times.
I don't care what forensics thinks
that they found or didn't find. I can feel it.
[sighs]
You think I'm being paranoid?
No. After what you've been through, it's...
I wish I could remember more. It could help.
Maybe you don't want to remember that shit anyway.
Right?
[inhales deeply]
So, what's next?
[moaning]
[sniffs and sighs]
You should leave.
I know, I know.
House rules.
- Tom? - Yeah?
There's a number on this folder.
- What? - There's a number.
Em, it's probably nothing.
Just do me a favor and run it anyway.
[children shouting playfully]
Hey, look. Watch it.
- Are you sure this is the place? - Yeah, double-checked.
The phone number's been regularly transferred
to different land lines since the '90s,
then to a cell registered to a B. McNair.
[knocks]
Police.
[toilet flushing]
Hello?
- Yeah? - You Mr. McNair?
McNair is my old lady's dead common law.
You wanna come check the urn?
Who are you?
[man] You got a warrant, pig? [spits]
Just answer the question.
Well, well.
- You wanna come and frisk me? - Hey, hey.
Watch your mouth.
Just tell your old lady we've got a few questions for her.
Can you do that?
She hates you dicks even more than I do.
[wheels rattling]
[reader chimes]
[elevator bell dings]
Thank you.
[coughing]
[people coughing]
- [coughing continues] - [gasps]
[all coughing]
[woman screaming]
- [all coughing] - [alarm blaring]
[woman screams]
[alarm blaring]
- [grunts] - [alarm continues blaring]
[man shouting]
- [woman screams] - [man yells]
[brakes squeaking]
[man over PA] Uh, ladies and gentlemen,
the railwork is gonna have us stop here for a second.
We expect to be back on our way shortly.
Please remain seated. Thank you for your patience.
- [woman] Did you get the text? - [woman 2] No, what happened?
[phone ringing]
[phone buzzing and chiming]
[phones chiming]
[line rings]
[phone buzzing]
[groggily] Hello?
Were you asleep?
Mm-hmm.
Listen, I need your help with Flynn.
Where is he?
[Nick] He's at school. I can't reach Alice.
I need you to pick him up and keep him with you
until you hear from me.
Why? What happened?
There's been a gas attack at the Annex.
Okay. Uh, I'm leaving right now.
- Durand. - Yeah.
Yeah, um, confirmed deaths are only a start.
Over the next couple days,
survivors may suffer cardiovascular collapse
- and slow motion asphyxia. - [man] Jesus.
A mobile command center is being set up on site.
All duty assignments will go through SAC Crown or myself.
[man 2] Is anyone taking credit?
[Nick] So far, no individual or group
has stepped up to take responsibility.
This perpetrator or perpetrators...
could be anyone, anywhere.
Okay, people, come on. We know our jobs.
Let's, uh... let's get to it.
[loud clank, woman screams]
[man over PA] Uh, ladies and gentlemen, it looks like, uh,
we've had a little bit of a power surge here.
Uh, they've shut down the power on the train.
There's no need for any concern.
We'll get you on your way as soon as we can,
but, uh, please sit tight and, uh, try and stay calm.
- [woman sobbing hysterically] - [man] It's gonna be okay.
- Excuse me. Excuse me. - Just trying to help her.
It's okay. It's okay. Do you need help?
My husband... he works on the 14th floor.
Hey, open the door.
- Open the door! - [all clamoring]
Open the door!
[crowd shouting indistinctly]
[pounding on door, shouting continues]
Open the door!
[shouting continues]
[crowd clamoring]
Flynn!
Flynn!
You good? You okay?
Yeah, come on. Let's go.
Come on. Excuse me.
[murmuring]
It's okay.
Just keep walking.
[respirator hissing]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[gasps loudly]
- We got a live one here! - [woman screaming]
[man on radio] Table is open. Move in now.
[man 2 on radio] Copy that.
- [woman screaming] - Come on, come on. Come on!
Move, move, move!
Get out of the way! Get out the way!
Get out!
[woman continues screaming]
[indistinct radio chatter]
Get this thing off me!
[screaming continues]
[radio static]
[exhaling deeply]
[sirens wailing]
- [door locks] - This is your place?
[sighs] Yeah. Home sweet home.
It's kind of a dump.
- No kidding. [chuckles] - [keys clatter]
All right, here you go, turn on the TV.
See if there's anything in the news.
[sirens wailing in distance]
[male reporter] ...the toxic Gas released at the Federal Annex
has been confirmed as a phosgene fluorine cocktail.
Containment specialists are telling us
the gas only stays airborne for a few minutes,
and any toxins will likely stay localized in the building.
- The highest concentration... - I'm gonna fill the tub
in case anything happens with the water supply.
[female reporter] We're steps away from where
the deadly gas attack took place.
There's been a triage area set up right behind me,
and ambulances have been streaming in
from as far as Rhode Island and New Hampshire
to assist the victim transport.
[man on TV] I'm told exposure to the chemicals...
- Do you need help? - Yeah, here.
[male reporter continues indistinctly]
Just leave a little extra room at the top.
I've got a ladder in my bedroom.
I'll finish it off, okay?
[male reporter continues indistinctly]
[siren wailing in distance]
[Flynn] Mom! Mom! I think I'm out of tape.
[exhaling deeply]
[Flynn] I got through most of the kitchen!
Hey. You finish up in there?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Just, uh...
just make sure these work, okay?
[flashlights hit floor]
[water running]
[exhaling deeply]
[exhaling deeply]
[screams]
[gasps]
[Emily gasping]
Mom?
[gasping]
- [knocking] - [Flynn] Mom?
Mom?
Are you okay?
[Emily] Uh, yeah!
[faucet squeaks, water stops running]
I'm hungry. What's there to eat?
Come on. Let's see what we can find.
[sirens wailing]
Too far away for facial recognition.
[Nick] He knows where the cameras are.
And when the supply truck shows up.
And he stole a card from someone
with the same build and hair color.
The ID he's using matches an air conditioning tech
found dead in a warehouse a couple days ago.
It was classified as a robbery.
So he had access to the building and the HVAC system,
but he... he still had to have
some knowledge of the physical plan.
Yeah, we're already running down all the HVAC contractors
that worked on the building since it opened.
That's 40 years.
Well, they haven't changed the HVAC system in all that time.
News flash... the Feds are cheap.
We've also got a guy in custody
who wrote some threatening letters
to the Homeland Security director last month
after being let go for a sexual harassment thing.
- Nice work. - Uh, guys,
I'd like to introduce you
to Special Agent Julianne Gunnarsen.
She's a profiler in from HQ.
Uh, Julianne and I worked together at Quantico
back in the day, and she is the best of the best.
I'm just here to help how I can.
[Nick] We're processing witnesses,
and no one's seen anything so far.
Have any groups claimed responsibility?
The usual whack jobs on the tip line,
but nothing credible so far.
[Julianne] Interesting.
High casualties usually correlate with credit-taking.
Whoever did this isn't interested
in winning converts or seeking glory.
Usually when no one takes responsibility,
it means they're planning something else.
I don't disagree.
Building a profile will take time.
Where can I find a Hazmat suit?
Okay, yeah, yeah, come with us.
You know the optics, what this means?
Well, let's assume she's just here to profile.
[elevator bell dings]
[woman over PA] Dr. Caden, telephone, please.
Dr. Caden, telephone, please.
[indistinct chatter]
[muffled shouting]
Alice? Are you okay? Flynn?
- Everyone's fine. - [sighs] Thank God.
- What are you doing here? - I was on the train.
I brought this lady. Her husband's...
Um, listen, you used to be a therapist, right?
- A long time ago. - You might want to think
about giving that woman your number.
What?
Her husband... he's not gonna make it.
The delayed casualties over the next couple of weeks
are gonna be at least double what we saw on site.
It's crazy.
We're gonna need a lot of help around here.
Should think about it.
Hey, it's nice to see a familiar face.
[Alice] Yeah.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[snaps fingers]
[chuckles]
Well... [sighs]
- Some first sleepover, huh? - Yeah.
- It's pretty cool, too. - Yeah.
- It's 'cause you're a pro. - [chuckles]
The guys who did this,
do you think they're gonna do it again?
I think you hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
And that's what we're doing, right? Hmm?
Okay.
What do you think it was like in that building?
I think it was scary.
Not being able to breathe right,
not having control of your body.
If you don't feel like sleeping alone here,
I can go and get those pillows off the couch.
- I'm okay. - You sure?
I can lay 'em out right here, we can camp out together.
I'm fine. [chuckles]
Okay.
I just want you to know I get it.
Our thoughts can take over sometimes,
so if you ever feel like talking, I'm here, okay?
I'm supposed to snap my band.
Oh. Let's see.
- It helps. - Yeah?
I can get you one if you want.
Yeah, I'd like it.
Okay, good night.
[door creaks]
[sips]
[phone rings]
[Tommy] Hey, you miss me?
Look, come on, Tommy, just...
What?
Flynn's sleeping over.
Oh.
How's it going?
It's going, you know. [chuckles]
Don't worry, you'll do fine.
Can you just stay on the phone with me tonight?
I don't want to fall asleep.
Yeah.
Okay.
So, did you find out anything
about that guy from the RV park?
Yeah, I got his prints on my business card
when he threw it on the ground.
Turns out he's in the system.
His name is Lester Nowiki.
[Emily] What's his connection to me?
None yet, but he has three years
of unpaid parking tickets.
Which means we can bring him in and ask him
why his number's on my file, right?
We could, but, um...
I checked back at the trailer park,
and he's gone.
I've already got every cop in the area
keeping an eye out for his plates.
It's just a matter of time before he shows up somewhere.
[engine revs]
And these guys, too. Thank you.
- And a cucumber, and... - [cash register beeps]
Bread.
Um... bacon.
[cash register resumes beeping]
[cash register continues beeping]
[tires screech]
[horn honks]
Hey!
Hey!
Why in the hell...
[panting hysterically]
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Are you okay?
I'm sorry!
[exhaling deeply]
[whispers] Oh, God.
- Flynn? - [door locks]
[keys clatter]
Flynn?
You here?
[Flynn] Yeah, uh, I'll be out in a second.
Okay.
[toilet flushes]
I grabbed some stuff from the corner store.
I hope you're hungry.
Hey.
You sleep okay? Hmm?
Hey.
Come on. Happens to everybody.
[sighs] Not at my age, it doesn't.
Where you going?
I'm gonna be late for school.
No, no, no, no. There is no school today.
They canceled it.
Come on, sit down. Eat something.
I'm not hungry.
- [knock at door] - I...
It's your mom.
[door unlocks]
Hey. Hey.
- Please, Mom. - Mm-mm. Today of all days,
you're gonna let me have this one, tough guy.
Wow, you're really, uh...
- prepared. - Better safe than sorry.
Flynn helped out too, so...
- Can we leave? - After you thank your mom.
Thanks.
So, any headlines? Everything okay?
No, everything's fine.
Great.
So, um... [sighs]
I-I'm going back to my old job at the hospital.
Why?
Well, you're not a baby anymore.
With all your sports and friends,
you don't need me at home all day,
and after everything that happened yesterday,
they need people at the hospital.
So...
And... if you're both game,
we can make this a more regular thing.
I'm cool to hang out more.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Great.
FEMA took the direct hit in this area here.
What kind of terrorists have a beef
with the disaster relief guys?
Domestic ones.
FEMA is the dark horse here.
Homeland is a logical target.
Agent Durand, would you say the perpetrators
had a sophisticated understanding of HVAC systems?
Yeah, to be able to direct the gas
with that level of specificity.
Multiple air handlers service that building.
They knew which one would hit
that area of the floor for sure.
So they knew exactly where they were sending this message.
Message being?
You can't get us if we get you first.
The FEMA camps conspiracy theory?
Enlighten us.
Many domestic fringe groups are convinced
that FEMA responding to a real or manufactured disaster
or threat would use their emergency powers
to round up American patriots
and take them to government concentration camps.
[man] My Uncle Frank listens to crap like that
on talk radio all day long.
Proof positive of the ideology's reach.
If you were convinced that your government
was conspiring against you to usher in
the coming police state, what would you do?
I don't know, take off my tin foil hat
and go get some fresh air.
So if we are focusing on a domestic group...
It tracks with their keeping silent
and not taking credit.
Cripple the FEMA oppressors
and then humiliate their police state handmaids.
Right.
[telephone ringing in distance]
- So what's their next move? - I don't know.
- That was fast. - We got lucky.
Traffic cams identified his plates this afternoon.
So what are we waiting for?
I was waiting for you.
Police.
What the hell?
[both grunting]
Unless you have a warrant, this is straight-up illegal!
The second you picked up spaces, this stopped being a home.
You should have paid your rent.
- This is bullshit! - Shut up!
[yelling]
- [man] Get your hands off me! - Aah!
[panting]
[Tommy] Em.
What is it?
What the fuck is this?
Who are you?
I'm Valerie Chandris.
[Tommy] Sit down!
I'm your mother.
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