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Don't worry, Margaret.

The clouds will part eventually.

Where did you hear that?

From Jamie.

Apparently, it was something his mother always said to him.

I assumed he meant you, but perhaps...

A blizzard bringing heavy snowfall, reduced visibility,

and very dangerous conditions.

DCPD is warning everyone to stay off the roads

and in their homes.

Okay, here's what we know so far.

Sir's half-sister is named Lena Matthews.

She lives in Auckland.

No adult reference photos yet.

I'm working on it.

This woman gives ghost a whole new meaning.

When Sir took Lacey eight weeks ago,

the Auckland PD went to Lena's apartment

and questioned her, essentially confirming her whereabouts.

My theory is she got on a plane right

after the cops questioned her.

As soon as she landed in the States,

her ass started wreaking havoc.

Whether she flew in under her name or Heather's,

we would know by now.

So we are talking about aliases.

Maybe she's not even a real lawyer.

No, she knows her way around legalese too well.

That's not something you can just fake.

Okay, assuming she's innocent,

maybe she just changed her name before law school.

Maybe she wanted to not be associated with Sir.

She chose to represent him.

That doesn't sound like someone trying to distance

themselves from crazy.

At the very least, she's stolen someone's identity.

We know she's done more than that.

Whoever Heather is was helping Sir before becoming his lawyer.

When Sir broke into Trent's house and took his gun,

it was right after Trent met Heather.

That can't just be a coincidence.

Especially because it was Trent's gun

Christian used to shoot...

oh, my God.

What if...

Christian didn't shoot Heather.

And she... and she shot herself.

Christian's death was ruled a suicide,

but it was never definitive.

You think Lena could kill her own brother?

I'd love to say that's impossible,

but I know better than most the horrible things

family can do to family.

Why didn't Christian tell me his sister

was Sir's accomplice?

Because she's still his sister.

He was trying to protect her.

Maybe he thought he could save her.

Gabi, we have to call Trent.

He's family.

If we're saying that his ex-girlfriend

could be a murderer...

Already on it. He's on his way.

If Heather is as unhinged as Sir,

we don't have a moment to lose.

Lacey, focus on Heather's early years.

Dig up everything, including where she went to law school.

On it.

I'll tap in Auckland PD through a friend

and see if they'll do a welfare check

on Lena, prove she left the country.

Great. Zeke?

Pulling everything I can on every

Heather Tollin in the United States...

socials, financials, and digital footprints.

It'll take a while because it's a pretty popular name,

which is probably why she chose it.

Go deep.

Anything out there, including her preschool days, I want it.

Hey, I got your...

What the hell is going on?

So you're saying Heather Tollin is actually Sir's sister, Lena?

Yes.

And that she probably stole someone's identity

as a cover to seduce me, steal my gun,

commit murder, while also defending Hugh Evans,

her brother, on trial.

And your proof for this insanity is, uh...

MargaretVision? - You're defensive.

I get it, but think, Trent.

How did Sir get into your house?

How did he get your gun?

I'm not being defensive, Gabi.

I am trying to operate off actual facts.

Okay.

Was Heather there when you put your gun away?

Was the gun safe keypad within her eyeline?

We're talking about my life here.

We are talking about someone who meant something to me.

This doesn't mean she didn't have real feelings for you.

It's just, she had a bigger agenda.

You want to know the truth?

Fine.

I'll go right to the source.

She was my girlfriend.

I'm just gonna ask her.

Trent, wait until we have more evidence.

If we're right and she really is Sir's accomplice,

she is extremely dangerous.

I am the cop, remember?

And this is my life we are talking about.

If what you're saying is true, I want her to look me

in the face and admit it.

And then you best believe I'll be the one to bring her down.

My son made this for me.

I'm always telling him, the clouds will always part.

You just got to give it a minute.

You can have this.

It'll... it'll be a way for you to hold on to hope.

- Thank you, but I can't. - Please.

My beautiful son makes me drawings all the time.

Take it.

Please.

Let it be a symbol of hope

that someday Jamie will be found.

Thank you.

I'll keep it forever.

Okay, so catch me up.

Okay.

There are some journalists that want

to interview me for the one-year anniversary

of Jamie's disappearance.

And I think that the news coverage could... could

invigorate the public and make people interested

in my son's case again.

See, that's... well, it's like the picture.

The clouds will always part.

You just got to give it a minute.

- Can I help? - Thank you.

I came by today to see if you could use

some help passing out flyers, but I think

what you really need is a friend.

Carrie.

It's been a long time.

I've been detailed to search and rescue

until the storm blows over.

Good luck with all that.

Ah, thank you.

Seriously, Mark?

You told the DA we had a personal relationship?

Well, we did.

Don't you realize what this means?

It's a recusal motion.

You can't be surprised the DA's trying

to throw you off the case.

You know how important this case was to me.

You know how hard I've been working on it.

Why does this box say Christian Evans?

Just some evidence from his old suicide case

I wanted to look over.

Hey, yesterday at the jail, you said you...

you wanted to talk.

I have to deal with this motion.

I know.

But you're here now.

Let's have that talk.

Get whatever it is out.

Please.

I gotta go.

Trent may have already spooked Heather,

so we have to move, fast.

We have socials for several Heather Tollins,

but none of them are our Heather.

No socials on Lena, either.

Both women are very offline.

We need to look at hard targets,

stuff that no one can avoid...

banks, credit cards, government docs.

We leave no stone unturned.

I'm still running through all of that now,

but a lot of Heather Tollins means a lot of options

and variations to run through.

You talk to Heather?

Let's see where the evidence from Christian leads.

We are running on borrowed time.

Heather isn't the only one who knows...

- Oh, no, Gabi. - I know.

I promised that I would never see Sir again,

but given what we're up against...

It's a bad idea.

It's a matter of life or death.

Sir can confirm if Heather is Lena.

Seeing Sir now, after all the progress you've made?

Gabi.

I've learned.

I'm not gonna compromise my mental well-being

because I'm not going alone.

Something's wrong. What is it?

Trent told the DA about our relationship.

The prosecutor filed a motion to throw me off the case.

You never should have seduced Heavy Boots in the first place.

I'm not asking for your opinion.

There are more sophisticated, less filthy

ways to keep a man close.

This was beneath you.

Save your purity lecture.

We have a bigger problem.

Earlier today, Trent was fishing for information.

I think he knows who I really am.

No, you're too smart and too careful for that.

And your cop is not, shall we say, mentally acute.

Unless...

have you crossed paths with anyone else from M&A?

No.

Wait.

Yes, I ran into that woman.

Margaret?

No!

If Margaret saw you, she knows.

It's over. You need to run.

I'm not leaving you.

And she can't possibly know.

Listen to me. I know these people.

They will turn over every stone until they unmask you.

And they will succeed.

I'm smarter than them.

My Gabrielle is smarter.

Gabi Mosely isn't worthy of your loyalty.

She never has been.

Look at where your obsession with her

has landed you, in prison with only me to help you.

So there's no reconciliation with Gabi Mosely.

Lower your voice.

I can't believe after everything I have done

for you, all that I have risked for your freedom,

you're willing to sacrifice me for some farcical idea

of being with her.

You never understood the bond Gabrielle and I share.

The thing is, big brother, you're in here,

and I'm out there, in the world.

And your precious Gabrielle is responsible for destroying

the only family I had left.

So no, there won't be any running.

And you can't stop me from doing what needs to be done.

I know the last time we saw each other, we fought.

But I promised you back then that no matter what happened,

that I would call you if my son ever came home.

I keep my promises.

You see, Carrie, my son,

my baby boy, he's home.

Aren't you happy for me?

Oh, my God.

Of... of course, I am.

That's wonderful.

Margaret, I am.

I'm so... I'm so happy for you.

So where is he, Jamie?

I... I would love to meet him.

I'm sure you would.

But first, we have some unfinished business.

She sent me to voicemail again.

There's no chance Heather went after Margaret, right?

When I texted with Jamie, he said he was

meeting up with his mom.

If something's up, Jamie would tell us.

So what am I looking at?

This is a crawler bot that I coded.

It'll find traces of Heather's social security number,

past residences, and geolocation data.

If she so much as stops at a gas station in Allentown,

unless she paid cash, we'll find her.

All we got to do is let the bot do its thing.

Can you imagine how much work it actually takes to change

your identity like that?

Just changing my name from Bella to Lacey took a lot.

So Lena or Heather, whatever,

she's literally living two lives.

Do you know how long it will take

the bot to get some answers?

It could be a while.

Hello, Gabrielle.

And, of course, the executioner's husband.

We finally meet.

Guardian of the mind became too taxing,

so he took up guarding the body?

Five minutes, tops.

Is Heather your sister?

Did Heavy Boots give you my note?

What note?

You have no idea what I'm talking about.

Stick to the topic, please.

Are you also unaware that I helped Margaret

identify Jamie's kidnapper?

You're lying.

Do I ever lie, Gabrielle?

Margaret would have told me if she

knew who kidnapped her son.

Unless she intended to do something

she knew you would thwart.

People have all kinds of reasons for keeping secrets,

even those they're closest to.

But you already know that, don't you?

I think we should go.

We need to call Margaret.

She hasn't returned my texts all day.

He's just trying to get in your head.

Sir is a manipulator, but he is not a liar.

We both leave, call Margaret together.

I still need to get the truth about Heather,

and we're running out of time. Go.

It's only gonna take a couple...

I am not leaving you alone with him.

He is cuffed, and there are guards.

I need to make a call.

I'll ask you again.

Is Heather your sister?

What the hell?

I hope Gabi's okay.

You think she's stuck in there?

I'm looking out for any updates on the jail situation.

What's wrong?

I forgot to order fuel for the generators.

Well, our laptops are juiced up.

We could just use those, even if the desktops die.

No, no, no, no, no, without the generators,

the security system won't stay on.

Anyone can break in.

No one's gonna break in.

No, no, this is my fault.

If I hadn't been distracted the last few weeks...

I said it too. I said it too.

I... I... I said I needed fuel.

Zeke, it's gonna be okay.

No, you don't get it.

I can't be in confined spaces where I can't see anything.

And I can't be... can't be alone in the dark,

and you know I can't leave.

You are not alone.

I'm right here.

Stop.

Zeke. Zeke, stay with me.

It's just... it's important to stay connected to something.

Zeke?

I can't get through to Gabi or Ethan.

Their cells might be in the security lockers.

They are sitting ducks in that jail.

With the emergency storm assignments,

DCPD doesn't have a car to spare.

We just got to get there.

Hey, hey, whoa, we can't.

The roads are impassable. - We gotta try.

The whole jail is on lockdown.

So your plan is just to sit here on our asses?

The whole thing is on lockdown, Dhan!

Even if we got there, we could...

What are we supposed to do, we gotta...

You are not the only one with someone you love in there!

You are not the only one who is scared.

You do still love Gabi, don't you?

After the whole Heather thing.

It's called moving on.

At least I tried.

I ran into Heather at DCPD.

I gave her a chance to come clean.

- Clearly, she didn't. - No.

When she saw this box, though,

there was fear in her eyes.

- She knows we're onto her. - Yeah, I think so.

When she left, I ordered a second autopsy on Christian.

Now, if it comes back that that death wasn't an actual suicide,

it'll be an important piece of the puzzle.

You're a good cop.

Strong instincts.

That could be Sir, Christian, and Heather.

Due to a temporary power outage,

there will be no movement until further notice.

Visitors, please remain seated.

Ms. Mosely, come with me.

I'll escort you out. - Where's Ethan?

Did he make it to safety?

Stop!

Whoo!

Stop!

Back in the cell!

Now!

Help me! Help me! Stop it!

Help!

Evans, help me!

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

No!

Help me!

Help!

No! Help!

No! Help me!

- Let me out. - Absolutely not.

I said, let me out.

For once, Gabrielle, shut up and do as you're told.

I'm saving your life.

Evans, come on.

Share the pretty lady, huh?

You're safe here with me.

I'm your family.

I'll protect you.

I need to get to Ethan.

Ethan is more family than you will ever be.

He came to this hellhole to protect me from you,

and now he might be... I need to get to him.

You can insult me all you want.

I'm not letting you go out there.

Men are waiting to do the most unspeakable things.

I won't lose you.

You're too valuable, too important to me.

I swear to you, if anything happens to Ethan,

I will make sure you never see daylight again.

Do you know what I mean by daylight?

I am talking about me.

Imagine spending the rest of your life never hearing

my voice, seeing my face.

That won't happen.

It will if I'm dead.

Do you think that I could live with myself

if I cost Dhan the most important thing in his life?

Truthfully,

death is the answer to all of my problems.

It stops the pain.

It frees my family from everything

I continue to cost them.

It reunites me with my father.

It frees me from you.

I am capable of anything, and you know it.

Shay, the guard, has a burner phone.

If we can get to it, then maybe we

can save your unworthy friend.

That's how you were able to get to me, my cases.

You manipulated this guard onto your side.

People are merely tools, means to an end

so I can be of help to you.

We are getting that phone, but first,

I need to find a weapon because one way or another,

we are getting out of here.

Well, a blackout was unexpected.

Yeah, um, you know, I should probably hit the road

before anyone starts to worry.

Well, it's a little late for that, isn't it, Carrie?

I mean, the roads just aren't safe out there,

and I... and I couldn't in good conscience let you leave.

Of course not.

Stay seated, and I will grab us some flashlights

and maybe a game to pass the time.

You like games.

Right, Carrie?

I will.

I'll tell him.

Promise.

Your dad called.

He couldn't reach you.

He was worried.

I'm fine.

I don't need his pity or yours.

It's not pity, Zeke.

Any word from Gabi?

Anything on Heather?

Nothing on Gabi yet, but I found something on Heather.

Not only was she admitted to the D.C. Bar,

but she passed in New York too.

Okay, what am I missing?

Unlike D.C., New York required fingerprints

before you could sit for a bar exam.

So all we have to do is...

Hack their files and get an image

of the fingerprint card so we can compare it.

Zeke, you're not okay.

I'm... I'm fine, Lace.

And I need to focus if I'm gonna hack.

A fake ID, bus ticket.

This doesn't make any sense.

Why would Christian be planning on leaving if he

was going to commit suicide?

Because he wasn't planning on suicide.

This is one of those missing pieces of that puzzle

you wanted.

Hey, how you guys holding up?

We're hanging in. Quick update so far.

The condo's in Heather's name.

Financials are legit, and there's

nothing suspicious in her geolocation data.

And it seems like she legitimately

works at her firm.

I'm trying to confirm a start date.

So she's had this identity long enough to put down roots,

establish herself as Heather.

We got to get her full social security number.

I'm on it.

I'm also trying to get some fingerprints.

We'll need Trent to run them

to see if they do or don't match Heather's.

Can do.

Trent, you good?

Hold on.

Zeke, I just sent you a photo.

Heather sent me this the day Christian died.

The coffee cup in the selfie

is from the coffee shop in the photo.

Exactly.

So Heather was at the scene of the crime

when Christian died?

According to the timestamp on the photo.

My guess, she was using the selfie as an alibi.

But she just inadvertently implicated herself.

Well, it really has been so great catching up,

but it looks like the snow might be letting up,

so I should really get going.

Of course.

But I just think I have one more

word I can put on the board.

You see, Carrie,

you know my son is home,

and I know you took him.

Jamie drew this, not your son.

My son. Isn't that right?

Margaret, that's preposterous.

You are a special brand of cruel.

You gave yourself a front row seat,

preyed off of my pain,

manipulated me, used me for information

about my son so that you could successfully

raise him as your own.

Hell is too good for you.

If you really believe that, then why haven't you

called the police?

To give you another chance to run?

No, I'm not doing that again.

I have plans for you.

But first, you'll confess.

I have nothing to confess.

Your choice.

♪ Tick tock, tick tock ♪

This is a bad idea.

We need that phone, and we're gonna go get it.

Stubbornness has always been your Achilles heel.

Very well.

Ready?

Evans!

Evans!

Help me up.

Where's your burner?

Damn it, I know you have it. - Shay, look at me.

You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.

You hear me? - I've got the phone.

Let's go. - No, no, no.

We can't just leave him. - Gabrielle, we have no choice.

Shay, I'm gonna get you out of here.

You hear me?

I'm not gonna make it, Ms. Mosely.

I'm gonna get help.

You don't deserve him.

You never even loved him.

You were a neglectful, terrible mother.

Do you know what I saw that day at the bus station?

An abandoned, broken little boy desperate for help.

My son died, and God gave me another one,

one that he had wasted on you.

I saved that child's life.

I took care of him.

Me.

Like I took care of you.

But you were so ungrateful.

Margaret, what happened?

The... the nurses said that they found you in the water.

I was so hopeful.

The anniversary, one year since Jamie

was taken, the news coverage.

I thought that people would care.

They do. They do care.

No, no, they don't.

The reporters, the coverage.

It made me look like I was crazy.

My baby boy is gone, and I just look like the crazy lady

who can't give up hope.

What did... what did you do?

I couldn't take it anymore.

The loss, the... the grief, humiliation.

So I just went... I went out to the beach.

I just needed... I just needed to breathe.

But then I could hear my son's voice calling to me.

Just calling me to the water.

I could hear him, Carrie.

So I just... I just walked out into the water, and he was...

he was calling to me and just saying, Mom.

Mom.

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

Well, still no word on Gabi or Ethan.

Gordon says he's got everything under control,

but hard to know what to believe.

We gotta just get there.

Dhan, Dhan, the roads are still closed.

Choppers are grounded.

I swear to God, if they don't make it out...

They will.

They will.

The only silver lining is if we can't move,

neither can Heather, which means she's still close.

Anything on the prints?

Print team is still trying to find a match

with the image Zeke sent over.

And Auckland PD?

Still waiting on them to confirm if they have prints

for Lena, but so far, nothing.

- Dhan? - Oh, my God.

Gabi, you okay?

Ethan, he's in the jail somewhere.

You have to get him out. - I will.

Gabi, where are you?

With Sir in his cell.

But, Dhan, don't worry about me.

You have to get Eth...

Gabi?

I need the layout of the B wing of the jail

and the current inmate list, everything you got.

You want to clue me in on this plan?

It's dead.

You told him to save your friend.

As much as I'd like to believe that you've finally come

around, I'm not so narcissistic to conflate love and surrender.

Ethan will be rescued, and that brings me peace.

As for me, I believe in penance,

that you have to pay for your mistakes.

Unlike you, I was willing to go to jail for mine.

But you took that from me.

I'm starting to believe that God allowed

that to happen because maybe it wasn't enough.

Maybe I owe more.

Like I said earlier, maybe I owe

my life to pay for what I did.

And if I do, I'm at peace with that.

Because I know now that my family, my real family,

is safe.

You have nothing to fear from me, Gabrielle.

The question is

whether you have anything to fear from me.

It may be that death is the only way I'll be able

to rid myself of you forever.

The real question is, whose death?

I'm guessing maybe we'll find out.

Mommy will be home soon, Nicholas, I promise.

Yes, I will bring home some ice cream.

Mommy just has one thing to do first, okay?

I love you.

Carrie, I can't thank you enough for everything

that you've done for me.

I'm gonna get back to that bus station tonight.

I have some ideas for new and bolder missing persons posters,

and I'd really like your help.

I never told you how I lost my first son, my miracle baby.

He was born with a heart defect.

He only made it six years, but in his short time

on this Earth, he taught me how to live, you know,

how to be in the moment, how to accept the inevitable,

even as searing and unimaginable as it is.

I really want to help you, Margaret.

And seeing you in that hospital bed,

so close to taking your own life, it was too much to bear.

I love you, Margaret, and believe me,

I only want what's best for you.

What my son taught me was that you can't let the loss

define you.

You know, God gave me the gift of a second son.

And... and the Lord can bring joy back into your life too.

You just... you have to let go.

You have to accept the inevitable and... and move on.

Jamie's not coming back.

Make peace with it and move on.

And the new blessing will come in.

Get out.

Margaret.

Get out of my house!

I know that this is a lot for you to...

No. I thought you were my friend,

but you just think I'm crazy too.

I do not need you or want to see you ever again.

Get out!

Now!

- What happened? - Everything's okay, Nicholas.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Margaret slipped, and I already called the ambulance.

So I think it's time that we get out of here.

So we need to... we need to go.

Okay, Nicholas?

Nicholas, listen to Mama, okay?

It's just you and me again, as always.

Margaret's gonna be fine.

We have to go.

Okay? okay?

Wait. Are you... are you sure?

Shouldn't we wait until the paramedics arrive?

Baby, the paramedics don't need our help.

Okay?

Wait, how did you get here?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Why are you here?

Nicholas, listen to Mommy.

All right, you have to remember that Margaret is a bad person.

You have to remember all the bad things

that she did to you, okay?

So now we have to go.

Come on. Remember.

Obey the rules. Nicholas, let's go.

Nicholas!

My name is Jamie, not Nicholas.

Mom!

Hey, hey, hey, I'm here.

I won't leave you again.

I'm here, Mom, okay? I'm here.

Mom!

Mom, wake up. Mom!

We're here for Ms. Mosely.

Dhan sent us.

We're getting her out of here.

Open up.

Looks like your team has prioritized you for once.

No, you're supposed to be taking Ethan.

Please save Ethan. - Negative.

Orders are to save you.

We have a one-minute window, so we have to move.

Answer my question about Heather.

You need to get out before it's too late.

Go! Go!

Gabrielle, be very careful.

We have to move now!

We have to save Shay too.

We have no time, ma'am.

Get out, Gabrielle.

Shay is expendable.

He doesn't matter.

Please, just give my wife and son a message.

Let's go.

How's Margaret? What do we know?

Oh, my God.

The doctor is seeing her now.

Jamie's with her.

Do we know how she found Jamie's kidnapper?

No, we haven't been able to see her, Gabi.

We don't know how long she was in the house with her.

Okay, what about Shay, the guard from the jail?

We're still searching.

I am so sorry I took Ethan.

I put him in danger.

I should have never done that.

It's okay.

Thank God.

I'm okay.

I was almost to the lockers when the power went out.

A guard got me to safety before all hell broke loose in there,

but I didn't have access to a phone.

By the time we put the evacuation plan

into action, I knew Ethan was safe,

so I sent my guy directly to you.

What?

The guys ran the prints Zeke got from the New York Bar

against a print I lifted from a card Heather gave me.

They don't match.

So whoever this Heather is,

she's not Heather Tollin the lawyer.

We have to find the real Heather if she's still alive.

Zeke's been checking death certificates.

We haven't found any matches.

Which could mean her death is not on record.

Zeke's been monitoring the emergency frequency.

A medevac just took off from the D.C. jail.

It sounds like they have your guard on board.

I promised to give his family a message.

Looks like he'll be able to do it himself in person.

She's awake.

♪ The darkness tried to take me out ♪

♪ I couldn't find the reason ♪

I figured out who it was.

I finally found the monster.

♪ Gonna break them ♪

♪ One by one ♪

♪ Now I'm still breathing ♪

♪ Breathing, breathing ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm still breathing ♪

♪ Breathing, breathing ♪

Hey.

How's Margaret?

It's a lot, but she's doing better.

Jamie's there, and everyone's taking shifts

to make sure they're safe.

Seems like Trent's got half of DCPD

protecting Margaret and the other half

out looking for Carrie.

I can't believe she confronted her alone

or that Gabi was stuck in a cell with Sir all day.

She doing okay?

You know Gabi.

She's pretty quiet, but she insists she's fine.

So, basically, she's totally in denial.

Yep.

Won't talk about her feelings, like someone else I know.

Right.

Are you really gonna act like everything's fine?

Zeke, you basically had a breakdown.

Like, how can we start any kind of relationship

if you can't be honest with me about...

about what you're going through?

Zeke, I saw you today like I've never seen you before.

And now you're acting like nothing happened.

Talk to me.

I guess I, um, I had a moment, okay?

That... that moment has passed.

I am good now.

So let's... let's just move on.

Zeke, it wasn't a moment.

You fell off a cliff.

I said, the moment has passed.

And if you can't respect that,

then maybe we need to keep things on the work tip.

I'll let you know if there's any updates

on Heather or Carrie.

Auckland got back to my contact.

There's no sign of Lena.

And they confirmed that no one has

swiped into or out of her apartment for eight weeks.

Around when Sir kidnapped Lacey.

Yeah, I got the same from my people.

From Lena's apartment application.

I'm sorry, man.

The arrest warrant is being issued as we speak.

May I help you?

Actually, I think we can help each other.

I believe you've been looking for me.

My name is Heather Rogers.

Heather Tollin Rogers.

Greg, move your head.