All language subtitles for fyfyf.S02E15

* *

- His name
is Lawrence Johnson.

He was five years old when
he went missing 39 years ago.

His best friend
was his brother, Adam.

His mother left this country
without closure.

* *

Would you like to take a guess
at who the lead detective was?

Your father.

These children are
gonna destroy your father

and your legacy.

- You OK?
You were in your own world.

You wanna talk about it?

- Oh.
No, it's nothing.

So it's about Sir.

OK, I won't push it.

I gotta get back
to a new case anyway.

That defense
won't build itself.

But just know I'm here

if ever you wanna talk, OK?
Consider my schedule cleared.

Thank you.

But, uh, I wouldn't dream
of messing with your schedule.

- Wow.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say ambitious women
are a trigger for you.

- Uh, no, that's--
that's not what I meant.

- I'm kidding.

But back to Sir,

there's actually something
I wanted to talk to you about.

- I'm listening.

- You first.

Uh...

we both should
get back to work.

* *

Hey, maybe tomorrow.

* *

* *

- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on.

No yawning.

- Reinforcements have arrived.

Whoa.

OK.

I thought you were still busy
configuring your old drone.

- OK, see, that's how I know
you need this nourishment

to boost your focus.

Drone thing was two hours ago.

- Oh, my God.
Zeke, why aren't you asleep?

- Because you need brain food

to make it through
your long night of studying.

Thank you.

- Um...

I'm sorry. Um,
I'm messing with your sleep.

You really--
you shouldn't have.

- No, Lace, come on,
it's just a snack.

- Yeah, um,

except it isn't, you know?

I mean, seriously, Zeke,

what am I doing
still living in your house?

My concussion is healed,

Sir's in prison,
Christian's dead.

The place that my mom found me
is just waiting for me

while I'm here
royally screwing up your vibe.

- No, you don't have
to worry about my vibe.

- Come on.

If I wasn't here,
you and your friend, Shelly--

- Well, Shelly and I
are not a thing.

- My point is thank you

for everything you've done.

But maybe it's time for me
to stop taking up space.

I just--

I thought I could forget,
you know?

But I just--

I can't get these seven
missing kids out of my head.

- It's been decades, Trent.

If those children were
still alive as adults,

they would have
come forward by now.

- Even dead, Gabi, their
families still deserve closure.

I still need closure.

If my father did wrong,
then he needs to pay.

But I can't do this alone,
Gabi.

Do you have any idea
what the department would do

if they found out I was
investigating one of their own?

* *

- Two conditions.

One, my no communication rule
with Sir stays in place.

- Of course.

- And two, full transparency,

not just with me,
but with my entire team.

- Understood.

- OK.

Consider yourself a client.

Thank you.
- Don't thank me.

If Sir is right, what we find
could change everything.

Not just with you,
but your family, the DCPD.

* *

- I need to know.

- OK.
Bagels, pastries, coffee.

Flyers have been printed.

Margaret,
where are the napkins?

Margaret.
- What?

- Napkins?

- I--I don't know.

- You ready?

What's this?
A list of volunteers?

- No, wait, wait.

- Margaret, what--

Helena, Janet, Robert?

My parents?

- Well, they all had access
to a key to the house.

Just hear me out, OK?

Jamie's favorite train
disappeared after he was taken,

which means the kidnappers
had to have a key.

- No, we do not know that.

It's also possible that
the girls could have taken it

and lost it or that
Jamie had it and you forgot.

In grief, we don't always
remember things correctly.

- I know that I saw it
in his room!

- Margaret, just do me a favor
and hide this.

Half the people on that list

are coming here right now
to volunteer.

We're all looking for Jamie.

They're not the enemy.

- Uh, I didn't mean
to sneak up on you.

I--I was just wanting to make
sure that you were comfortable.

- Sensitive case.

Designated Jamie safe area?

I'm good.
- OK.

Uh, I'll--I'll see you
in a bit.

* *

- You just can't help
but snoop, can you?

You know what?

Fine.

* *

Oh.

You drew this?

What?
It's--it's beautiful.

You have a real talent.

- Well, I guess in 13 years,
you can learn a lot.

- I see. So someone taught you
how to do this?

- Well--
- Margaret, we need you.

It's time.

* *

- Thank you all for doing this.

And thank you
for your discretion.

Now to bring you up to speed,
there are seven--

- The photo on the far left

is Lawrence Johnson,
five years old.

He was featured in the article
Sir sent to Gabi.

- Gabi had us start
preliminary digging

right after she learned
about this from Sir.

- OK, uh, I guess
you guys are the ones

bringing me up to speed.

- So Lawrence was the only
child we had a name for.

His mother, Danielle,
was deported back to Haiti

soon after he went missing.

- Unfortunately,
she died in 1987

without ever knowing
what happened to her son.

- Wait, he had a brother, Adam.
Anything on him?

- No luck so far.

- Now, according to Sir,
all these children

were taken from Southeast D.C.
in 1984.

- We pulled all the yearbooks

from every school
in the area that year,

and were able to ID
one other child.

- Enrico Teodoro,
nickname Teddy.

He was taken when
he was ten years old,

went to the same school
as Lawrence.

- As for the rest,

I've still got a mountain
of yearbooks to go through.

- All right, all hands on deck

to help Zeke
with those yearbooks.

Trent with me.

We need to track down
the reporter

who wrote the original article
40 years ago.

- Janet Tyson.

She's 81, lives in
a retirement home in Maryland.

- Oh! Oh!
Thank you.

He's very strong, you know.

Handsome, too.

Yes. Yes, he is.

- Well, not as handsome
as my late husband.

He was dapper.

Now, you have questions
about who?

- About a little boy.

- Lawrence Johnson.

- You remember him?

- I could never forget
his sweet face.

When he went missing,
I wrote an article about him.

Now, I usually
wrote about politics,

but when Lawrence's mother
came to me,

I knew that if
I didn't write that article,

nobody else would.

- Mrs. Tyson, in the course
of writing this article,

did you, uh,
reach out to the police?

- Of course. I--I spoke
to their lead investigator.

Uh, what was his name?

- James Trent.
- Bingo.

He refused to go on the record,

but he intimated that other
children had gone missing.

And I--I said as much
in my article,

but my editor took it out

and refused to publish
my follow-up.

- Your follow-up about what?

- About Lawrence's brother,
Adam.

Um...

- Wait, what?
Adam went missing, too?

- Yeah. This is him.

And my editor was sure

that the mother was lying
to avoid deportation.

But I talked to her

and I knew,
I knew she wasn't lying.

- Just one more question.

* *

Answer it.

- Gabi.

- Excuse us.
- I promised you I wouldn't--

* *

- This is the D.C.
Central Detention Facility.

You have a call from...

- Hugh Evans.

To accept, press--

- Detective Trent,
put Gabrielle on.

* *

You're already on the phone,
Gabrielle, aren't you?

* *

I must say I'm disappointed.

Took you longer
than I thought

to take this first step,

but you are finally
on the path

to learning the truth
about your Heavy Boots

and his father.

Of course, if you want
to skip to the ending,

just come and see me.

- That is never
gonna happen.

* *

- I don't understand.
Sir is in jail.

How could he have known?

- The receptionist
from the facility

admitted to being given
a $1,000 ten days ago

along with a note that said

to contact Sir
if I ever showed up.

- Ten days ago,
Sir was in jail.

- So it must have
been Christian.

His last assignment
before he jumped.

- I'm trying to get to the
bottom of who on the inside

is letting Sir receive any
communications at this point,

but it's tough without tipping
off the DCPD to this case.

- We have more important things
to worry about than Sir.

We need to finish
IDing these children.

Margaret, you OK?

- Uh, I'm--I'm fine.

It's just that Jamie left
a little while ago

and didn't tell me
and he's not back yet.

But, um--but I'm--I'm fine.

He's 20 years old.

- Hey, you and Jamie
have made progress.

He'll come back.

Where are we on the rest
of the kids?

- Zeke is looking
into the others,

but from the yearbooks, we were
able to ID Alejandra Rojas.

She's from Venezuela.

- And just like me,

Alejandra was only seven
when she was taken.

- That's four kids,
all from other countries.

- All taken just before
their parents were deported,

all attending the same school.

- That's the connective tissue.

I need everything on teachers,
janitors, cafeteria workers,

any and everyone who had access

to these children
at the school.

- Two years before
these children went missing,

the Supreme Court handed down

a landmark ruling
in Plyler versus Doe,

which struck down a statute

denying educational funding
to undocumented students.

- Guess who didn't want
undocumented students

anywhere near his school?

- The damn principal.

- Sir, it's a simple question.

Do you or do you not
recognize these children?

- These four?

Yes.
They attended my school.

But these others?

- Principal Reynolds,
you are on record speaking out

against the funding
for undocumented students.

- I spoke up because my school
was already underfunded.

I didn't know what
I was gonna be getting,

whether these kids
could speak English or do math.

But these four
were exceptional.

The Johnson brothers,
both of them, brilliant.

Adam would stay late after
school teaching himself Latin.

Lawrence could do his
time tables when he was five.

Teddy was a musical prodigy.

And Alejandra...

That young lady
could write poems

that would bring tears
to an old man's eyes.

- Do you know what happened
to these children?

- All I know is

my school became a darker place
without their light.

* *

- Where's Dhan?

- Apparently tracking down
some secret lead.

But the good news is we ID'd
the last three children.

Haben, Nyabil, and Brandon.

- Same school?
- That's the twist.

These three went
to three different schools.

- But the rest of the MO
remains the same.

All exceptional students
from undocumented parents.

- We need to find
where they intersected.

I need the details
of their lives.

- I tracked someone down who
can help with some of that.

- Ms. Mosely,
I can't thank you enough.

39 years I have searched

for my daughter, Haben,
by myself.

Now, finally, I am not alone.

- No, you are not alone,
Arsema, I promise.

Forgive me.
I thought you were deported.

How are you in Indianapolis?

- I am here legally,

but that was not
always the case.

In 1982, I first came to
this country to visit family.

I stayed because as much as
I love Eritrea,

at the time, it couldn't give
me and Haben what we needed.

- We understand.

You did what you had to
for your daughter.

- The authorities found out,
didn't they?

- Yes, and we were set
to be deported.

But just before we were
to leave, Haben disappeared.

- Did you report her missing?

- Of course!

And spoke
to a Detective Trent.

He listened, but then
two days later,

I was deported anyway.

It took me over ten years,
but I finally returned.

I know it sounds crazy
that I'm still searching

after all this time,
but she has to still be alive.

My heart--

* *

If she were dead,
it would have stopped.

- Anything more
you can tell us about Haben?

Any detail could be
the missing clue.

- Before I was deported,

I put everything Haben owned

in a storage locker in D.C.

I wanted it safe
until I came back.

I pray somehow you find
some detail that I missed.

- Where have you been?

Lacey and Margaret are on
the way to a storage locker.

- Gabi, we need to talk.

- No.
We don't have time for this.

- Just spit it out.
- All right.

It was bugging me how Sir
even found out about

these cases in the first place.

- He wanted leverage against me.

- He could have found
something more recent.

Instead, he has photos,
case information

from almost 40 years ago?

- We need to dust the photos
for prints.

- I already did.

Called in a favor
with an FBI friend.

The only prints other
than Sir's and yours

belong to your father.

- How is that even possible?

- It's possible because

Hugh Evans stole those photos
from my house.

- Dad?

- Dad, all I'm doing
is what you taught me.

I am following where
the evidence leads.

- If you wanna help your son,
tell the damn truth.

- In 1984, your mom and I were
preparing to start a family.

Now, believe me, knowing I was
about to become a father,

nobody wanted to solve
this case more than me.

- Cases, plural.
Seven kids.

- I know.

It quickly became clear
that we were dealing with

a serial something.

A witness told me the last time

they saw Lawrence's brother,
Adam, was at a toy store

owned by a guy
named Walter Dawkins.

- Did he have a record?
Ties to any of the other kids?

- No, no, but I could tell he
was--he was hiding something,

you know?

So I got a warrant,
and we found the coat

that Adam was wearing
the day he went missing.

- But nothing
from the other kids?

- No, but we did find
200 grams of cocaine,

which was enough to put him away
for a long, long time.

- What about the photos?

If you knew Dawkins did it,
why'd you keep them?

- Dawkins swore
he was innocent.

So I kept the photos

in case any other children
went missing.

- But none did?

- No.

You know, you should have
trusted your department,

instead of this outsider.

- He was trying to protect you.

I don't need protection.

Mallory is pissed.
Go handle that.

- How could he possibly know?

- I told him.

* *

- OK, so?

- This is everything we found
at the storage unit.

- We'll get to that in a minute.
Margaret?

- Well, the feed from your
office was cutting in and out,

but there was no indication
that Trent Sr. was lying.

But he's been telling
the story for 39 years,

and after that long, he may
actually believe it to be true.

- Yeah, well, Trent is tracking
down Walter Dawkins now,

so we should have the other side
of the story soon.

- Um, any chance that, um,
that Jamie showed up?

- No.
But he will.

- Uh, we already checked
the first two boxes.

There were some
beautiful ballet slippers,

stuffed animal.

Haben was just a regular girl

with her whole life
ahead of her.

- We found a VHS tape,
dropped it off at Zeke's

to see what
he could pull off of it.

- That's Trent.
He found Dawkins.

- All right,
using this upscaling algorithm,

we should be able
to increase resolution,

but it takes time.

- What's with the suitcase?

I know you're not
going anywhere.

- Right, Lacey, uh--

Lacey's moving out,
getting her life back.

- How do you feel about that?

- Honestly, I, uh--

I don't want her to go.

You know, she's--
she's good company.

- Seriously?

That's--that's
the best you got?

- I mean...

this past month
having her here, when--

* *

When she's around,
everything just feels...

open.

Brighter, you know? Like--

like anything's possible.

* *

Come on, man.
Enough with the smirk.

- That was a genuine smile,
my friend.

Ethan did the same for me.

Showed me
there was something bigger,

something better out there.

Look, all I know is
if you're lucky enough

to find someone who does that
for you, don't let them go.

- Video's ready.

- I'm not seeing Haben,

so I'm guessing
she's behind the camera.

- Hold on, let me see if
I can clear up these photos.

That's Nyabil.

- That's Brandon
and that's Alejandra.

Zeke, wherever this was filmed,

that's what
connects our victims.

- Yeah, but where is it
and what is it?

- Evans, you have a visitor.

* *

* *

- Clearly not who
you were expecting.

Allow me to formally
introduce myself.

- I know who you are.

- Do you?

- You are the woman my brother
Christian allegedly shot.

- Hmm.

Some say
he was acting on your orders.

I'm Heather Tollin.
- What do you want?

- This is the part where
you shut up and listen...

if you're as smart
as everyone says you are.

- Adam Johnson.

His jacket found in your store.

Why'd you keep it?
Hmm?

Was his jacket a memento,
trophy after you killed him?

It's been four decades.

That's a lot of guilt
to carry around, isn't it?

- 39 years
and still nothing changes.

These poor kids
never had a chance

because y'all wouldn't listen.

I'm gonna say the same thing
now that I said back then.

I didn't hurt no kids!

- Hey, hey, hey.

I can't speak for the police
you've dealt with in the past,

but I assure you,
I am listening.

- Adam used to stop by my shop,

a toy shop, from time to time.

- So he was a customer?

- No, a customer has money.

Adam was like--
like Oliver Twist.

I remember
for his birthday once,

I gave him an action figure.

The packaging was all broken,
so I couldn't sell it.

Man, you should have
seen his face.

- The day Adam went missing,

the two of you
were seen arguing.

- We weren't arguing.

Adam came to me
'cause he was frightened.

- OK.
Frightened of who?

- He didn't give me a name.

But Adam told me that

the man offered to reunite him
with his brother.

- So this happened after
his brother went missing?

- He was certain that
the man had seen him,

so we swapped out his jacket
for a new one

to use as a disguise.

I gave him some money.

And I told him to wait there.

I went out, checked around
to make sure that it was safe

for him to go back
to where he was staying.

And when I came back,

he was already gone.

* *

I never--

I never saw him again
after that.

- What about
the drugs we found, hmm?

Oh, let me guess.
They were planted, right?

* *

- If I'm free to go,

I'd like to leave.

* *

Thank you.
Thank you for listening.

And for not giving up
on those kids.

* *

- Trent also believes him.

According to Trent, Sr.,

Dawkins' story hasn't changed
since 1984.

- Except back then,
the police didn't buy it.

- All right,
I've been going over this.

And what if the man
who offered to reunite Adam

with his brother
was telling the truth?

What if, like Jamie,
these kids were taken

by a family and still alive?

- No.

I mean, why wouldn't
they come forward?

Why wait all this time?

I mean, why did Jamie?

And why does he keep
disappearing still?

- Margaret, Jamie came back.

It may have taken 13 years,
but Jamie came back.

- You really think the lost
seven could still be alive?

- They could have been lied to,
like Sir lied to me,

told me my dad didn't
want me anymore

and had moved on without me.

Like Jamie's captors must have
said to him time and again.

That may be
what took Jamie so long,

why the lost seven never did,

not to mention
their immigration status.

- Well, we need to find them
and tell them the truth.

- Call Zeke.

Tell him we need
age progressions

on all seven children.

- Hey.

Jamie's back.

- It was just a few hours.
Why is it such a big deal?

- All I'm asking
is that next time, you--

- What? I raise my hand
and ask you for permission?

Look, you were busy,
and I needed new clothes.

Let's not make a federal case
out of this.

- Well, what's wrong with
the clothes that I bought you?

- It's just not me, OK?

I mean, maybe they were
when I was six,

but I'm not that kid anymore.

* *

Sorry.
I didn't mean that.

- Wait,
these clothes aren't new.

You went back.

You got these from your other--

are you still seeing them?

- Mom.

- Margaret, I know what
you're going through.

Well, not exactly,
but this one time when--

I kept calling the school,
trying to find where he was.

We were absolutely--

* *

It's gonna be OK, Margaret.

- Darryl, uh, Francine,
can I see that key?

- Francine was just returning
the key that I lent her

when she agreed
to watch the girls.

- Oh, I see.
And when was that?

That was before
Jamie was taken, wasn't it?

- Margaret.

- Francine, do you know what
the police told me?

That after Jamie was taken,

nobody heard him shout for help.

I--I found that odd.

But, you know, maybe not

if he was taken
by somebody that he knows.

- Margaret, that's--

I love Jamie.

- That is not an admission
of innocence.

Francine, I'm so sorry.

Honey, let's go.

Let's go. Upstairs, honey.

- You OK?

- Do you have
the progressions ready?

- This is the first one.

Adam Johnson, roughly 46.

- Zeke, how long before

the facial recognition search
is complete?

Just came back with a hit.

He goes by Adam Lawrence now.
He's a lawyer.

- It's him.

He took his brother's
first name as his last.

Trent, we found one.

* *

- I'm telling you,

every word Mr. Dawkins said
is the truth.

Without his help, I know
I would have been taken, too,

just like my brother.

- You were seven years old.

How did you survive
all on your own?

- I didn't.

Up until I was 18, I must have
lived with a dozen families,

each of them protecting me

and treating me like
I was one of their own.

- Is that why
you chose immigration law?

You wanted to pay it forward?
- Yeah.

But it's not a day that goes by

where I don't
think about my mom,

may she rest, or my brother.

I kept searching for my brother,
just discreetly.

But not having him in my life,
not knowing,

it's like there's
a hole inside of me

that just refuses to heal.

- Adam, what can you
tell us about the man

who tried to take you?

Did he give you a name?

- No.

But I swear
I will never forget that face.

* *

- Gabi, I have an idea.

- OK, Mr. Lawrence,

why don't we start
with the shape of his face.

- Yeah.
Uh, long face.

High top fade.

- * You're hiding
so that no one knows *

* *

* But secrets find you out *

* They'll find you out *

- His eyebrows were a little
bit on the thinner side.

Just like that.

- * They'll find you out *

- It's definitely curly,
but not too curly.

* *

And that's about it.

* *

- I know who that is.

- I've watched
Haben's video repeatedly,

and in the background--
and Zeke, can you rewind?

Pause.

Can you enhance that?

- Unbelievable.

Looks exactly like what
you drew, Jamie.

- Also, I found a pamphlet
for a program

called Andrew's Footprints
in one of the storage boxes.

- Was that an aftercare program
at one of the schools?

- According to Arsema,

Andrew's Footprints was
a private afterschool program

for at-risk youth in D.C.
back in the '80s.

I did some digging, and it was
run by this man, Shane Ingram.

- Ingram was using this program
to find his victims.

- He apparently
started the program

after his own son died
at age five.

His mission was to give
disadvantaged children

a safe haven.

- Adam was never
a part of the program.

He was taking Latin
after school.

That's why he didn't know
Ingram personally.

- Ingram must have found out
from Lawrence

how gifted Adam was.

That's why he was targeted.

- So now we just need
to find the son of a bitch

and make him tell us what
he did to those children.

- I just found him.

And there's no way
he's going to talk.

- Shane Matthew Ingram,
founder of the charity

Andrew's Footprints,
died on June 4th, 2021.

- Damn it.
- Wait.

Ingram is survived
by his wife of 42 years,

acclaimed journalist...

both: Janet Tyson.

* *

- Those children
were exceptional,

but their talents
would have been wasted

if they'd been shipped back
to those impoverished jungles

that they came from.

- You had no right to separate
them from their families,

and you know nothing about
their home countries, clearly.

- Why even write the article

spotlighting
Lawrence's kidnapping?

- Look,
Adam and Lawrence's mother

was persistent,
to say the least.

- If you hadn't agreed
to help her,

it would have
raised her suspicions.

- Your foundation's financials
were public record.

You sold those kids
for $10,000 apiece.

- D-d-donations to the cause.

- You know what?

You may have one foot
in the grave.

The other foot,
I'm putting in prison.

- But first,
you're going to help us

find Lawrence, Haben, Teddy,

Alejandra, Nyabil, and Brandon.

- Yes, Haben.

Thank you so much
for calling me back.

- I've got Nyabil.

- Also, it looks like we found
most of the birth parents,

but we still can't locate
a few of the seven.

Trail's run cold.

- OK, then.
It's time.

39 years ago, seven
exceptional young children

living here in D.C. were
taken from their families.

The lure the captor used
was a lie.

These children
were undocumented

and were told that their
birth families were no good,

that their parents
had been deported

and chose to leave them behind

because they were unworthy
and unloved.

These children were forced to
live with this poisonous lie,

all the while feeling like
my friend, Adam, here did,

like there was
something crucial

missing from their lives.

- Mommy, Daddy, come quick!

- Sweetheart, what's going on?

- Daddy, look, you're on TV!

- So if you recognize
any of these people

or if you are
any of these people,

please call us.

* *

- Whoa.
Maybe bring them out as needed.

There's nothing worse
than throwing a party,

and no one shows up.

- Hey, hey.

They're here.

Oh, and by the way, we're
gonna need more glasses.

* *

- * We are the light
in the dark *

* *

* Even when times get hard *

- Hi.

Good to see you.
- Thank you.

- Good to see you.
Hi.

Right over there.

- * We're all
in this together *

* Till these hard times
get better *

* We are strong, we are liked,
we're not alone *

* We are one *

* Can't stop this love
from shining *

* Won't let the pain
divide us *

* Rising up, standing tall,
moving on *

- Haben.

This is your mother, Arsema.

- * We are one *

* *

* Billions of hearts
on the same path, oh *

* Road seems long,
but still we drive *

* See the passion
in our eyes *

* Billions of hearts *

- Um, Teddy, I'm not sure
if you recognize him.

* *

- Hey, Adam.
- Hey.

- I'm sorry.

We never heard from Larry,

but I'm so glad you all came.

- Oh, my God.

- * We've got a lot of room
left to grow *

* But I'm finding more feel
for my home *

* My dreams are
slowly taking form *

* From imagination
to being born *

* Remember when
we were just 16 *

- Adam? Adam!

I've been searching for you.

I've been looking
all over for you, man.

- * Never let go *

I've missed you.

This is my wife and my kids.

- Lawrence, it's wonderful
to finally meet you.

- This is--
this is my daughter, April.

- * Never let go *

- I think we're gonna need
a bigger wall.

- I can make him leave.

- It's OK. I got it.

* *

- Just stopping by
to say good work.

Mistakes were obviously made.

I want you to know that
I never planted any evidence.

- You want absolution?
Tell it to your son, not me.

Better yet, tell it to the man
whose life you ruined.

Excuse me.

* *

Mr. Dawkins, hello.

- Uh, Adam?

* *

You saved my life.

There's not a day that goes by

that I hadn't
prayed over yours.

* *

Thank you.

Thank you.

* *

- We should go.
Um, we can clean up later.

- Margaret, we need to talk.

You can't go around
accusing our friends

of kidnapping our son.

- Look, I stand by what I did.

And--and if finding Jamie
means losing a friend or two

along the way, then that's
the price I'm willing to pay.

- Don't do this.

Look, I'm hurting
just as much as you,

but now is not the time
to blame others.

- Oh, I see.
So who should I blame then?

* *

OK, we should go.

Jamie, uh--
Jamie might be waiting.

* *

* *

- I hurt you the other day
when I left.

And I'm sorry.

* *

The work that you all do here
is incredible.

And to be part of this today
is...

indescribable.

- It is, isn't it?

Jamie, I've tried really hard
to give you space

and to not pressure you about
the people who took you.

But I can't do this anymore.

Those seven kids,

some of their adopted parents

know that their actions
were criminal

and that they're gonna
have to pay for that,

just like the monsters who took
you are gonna have to pay.

Jamie, please.

You have to tell me.

* *

- I'm so sorry, Mom, but
I can't tell you who she is.

* *

- She.

* *

- You took a risk.

Fought until the truth won out.

Well done.

* *

- Thanks, Zeke,
for everything.

- Hey, are you--

Sure you're gonna be OK?

- Yeah.

I mean, I'm safe, right?

So there's no real reason
for me to stay.

Right?

* *

* *

- OK.
So I guess this is it.

* *

- * Baby, just walk with me *

* We don't have
to talk on it *

* Just walk with me again *

* Again, again, again *

- All seven children
were found.

And reunited with their
biological families.

- Congratulations.

You seem pleased.

- You were wrong.

My family's legacy
remains intact.

Oh, it sure tarnished a little,

given the implication
the drugs were planted.

- The planting of the evidence

was merely the tip
of the iceberg.

Here.

I need you to read this
to Gabrielle.

* *

- "Gabrielle, congratulations

"on reuniting the seven
with their families.

"As your greatest admirer,

"I knew you would succeed.

"But if you want
to learn the truth

"about the Trent
family legacy...

only now are you
looking in the right direction."

* *

- Remember...

you must read it to her.

* *

- What are you doing here?

- I told you,

there was something about Sir
we needed to discuss.

- She's representing Sir?

- Her law firm took Sir on
as a client

and she actually lobbied
to be the one to defend him.

I mean, I knew she was
ambitious, but this is insane.

He had Christian try to
kill her, for God's sake.

- That's brilliant.

Think about it
from a juror's point of view.

If Heather can forgive Sir,
why can't they?

- You know, I should have known

from the second
I saw his smug, little face.

- Wait. You saw Sir?

- I needed to look him
in the eye

and let him know that he did
not destroy my family's legacy.

- Sir does not
take defeat lightly.

Trust he will absolutely
use Heather to get to you.

What did he actually say?

- Nothing.

Sir said nothing about you.

* *

* *

* *

- Greg, move your head.