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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.

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.