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Will Trent ...

You blew up our life!

I fought for this relationship,
for us.

Hey. Uh, what are you doing?

I remembered there's this
really cute doctor

and he wants
to have sex with me.

Unfortunately, this dark area
right next to it is a tumor.

What should I do?

Go and get it out
as soon as possible.

I think
it's gonna be okay, okay?

And no matter what happens,
we'll face it together.

-What does that mean,
she opened her eyes?
-Well, they don't know.

They said it might mean
that she's waking up
or that she's dying.

What's in the box?

My mother.

You don't get to keep
ruining my life.

The cycle stops with me.

Beautiful terrible mother.

God bless you, sir, thank you.

Oh, Ange.

I'm sorry. How's the pain?

It's good.
It's, uh... It's fine.

Tolerable.

I was really hoping to sneak
out of here before your shift.

No such luck.
Look straight ahead, please.

All right.

Hmm?

You saw my chart.

I'm the attending.
It's required before
I can send you home.

I was drinking.

I've been drinking.

Did something happen?

My mom died.

She was in a coma the last...

...um, 12 years.

Angie, I'm so sorry.

I'm sure that was complicated.
And hard.

Yeah.

You're not the first person
to fall off the wagon,
it's okay.

I don't know that it's okay.

You know, usually, I'd, um...

I'd wanna do a-a X-ray.
Rule out any broken ribs but...

Ms. Polaski, are you aware
that you're pregnant?

You sure?

Oh, yeah.

Uh...

And unless I'm mistaken,
in which case, now would be
a good time to let me know...

I had something to do with it.

And I have feelings, um...

but they don't decide
what happens next.

As a physician, I'll say
if you intend to carry
this baby to term,

you need to stop drinking.

As...

as the man who loves you,

Uh, I'll say...

I'll say whatever you decide,
I'm there.

So you let me know
if we're going to a meeting

or to North Carolina.

Dr. McDale,
they need you in exam 12.

Uh, can you ask Simmons?

She's in the OR.
That dysphasia case is tanking.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Sorry, I...

We'll talk.

So you think that's too chill
or just chill enough?

Should I send it?
I don't wanna seem desperate.

Okay, how many texts
have you sent today?

Five.

She's just really cool.

Okay.

Well, yeah. You said that
in all three of your
unanswered text messages.

I didn't wanna
come across as aloof.

Hey, Nico. Guess what?
I broke my personal best.

Oh, hey, uh, Faith.
I wasn't expecting you.

Ooh, is that iced tea?

-Oh, you are so sweaty.
-Mine, thank you.

I don't need
electrolytes anyway.

What happened to your wall?

Yeah, um, I'm fixing a crack.

By turning it into a hole?

It's a five step process.

If I don't secure the drywall
to the studs,

it'll keep coming back.
And I can't abide a crack,
Amanda.

Cracks lead to chaos.
And why is everyone in my home?

Well, I had a meeting nearby
and this is time sensitive.

I need you two
to get over to Bradford County.

Leave now, it'll only take
about 80 minutes.

What happened?

Double homicide.

One of the victims
is the deputy sheriff.
Killed in her own home.

Ooh, that's bold.

I need you two
to be equally bold.

The sheriff in Bradford
is Caleb Broussard.

He did not ask
for our assistance,
and you will not be welcome.

This is the governor's call?

He and Caleb ran a
pissing contest over whether
the state can compel

local authorities to enforce
laws they think
are unconstitutional.

So he's one of those sheriffs,
king of the county.

He expects us
to kiss the ring. Got it.

I'll just take a quick shower,
and I'll be on my way.

Oh, no, sir. Caleb's people
are already down at the scene.

You can go dressed
just like you are.

You know there's an order
and process to things?

- Happy crime fighting, Sweaty.
- Mm-hmm.

Finally.

All right, doc sent me here
for a scan. It's part of
my pre-op workup.

Blood work has to be done
first. Can't do a scan
without it.

Okay, how was I supposed
to know that?

It's procedure.

You can sign up
right over there.
Come back when you're clear.

What, and wait again?
I have to work.

Thank you for your service.

Next.

-Feeling the love already.
-Mm-hmm.

Sheriff Caleb Broussard,
I'm Special Agent Will Trent.

- This is Special Agent
Faith Mitchell.

We're very sorry to hear about
the loss of your deputy.

We're just here to help.

All business.
Okay, my kind of guy.

Sheriff Caleb.

Good morning, Diana.
Is that your banana bread?

Yeah, fresh out the oven.

Did you hear shots
this morning?

Yeah, I did, about 2:00 a.m.

Just terrible. Poor Joanna.

Did you see anything?
A car, person,
or hear any voices?

They're GBI.

From Atlanta.

Hmm, my...

Well, no, I was still
in my night clothes.
I hadn't put my robe on yet.

By the time I peeked out,
it was all over.

-Please have some.
-Thank you, no.

Homemade.

Oh, it does look good,
so I'll just try a little pie--

I-I underestimated
the moistness.

Moistness?

Deputy Hall, this is GBI.

Apparently they don't
have a dress code.

Do we know the relationship
between the victims?

It was a B and B hookup.
Boiled and Buzzed. It's a bar.

See, I know they were there
because of the peanut shells
in their shoes.

And the fact that Joanna--
Uh, Deputy Lundgren,

told me that she needed a drink
and someone to sweep
the chimney.

Her words, not mine.

Well, who's our
unlucky chimney sweep?

Levi Van Horn,
handyman, carpenter,

no family in town,
moved here about
five years ago.

He did my sister's gazebo.
And also my sister.

Real quality work.

The gazebo, I mean.

-Kenny, can you shut up?
-Sorry.

This burn looks
intentional to me,
like a brand.

Kenny, did Deputy Lundgren
ever mention
a jealous ex to you?

Joanna wasn't
the relationship type.
My money's on a prior arrest.

A revenge killing.
Any idea who it might be?

Nah, just a hunch.

Deputy Hall is putting together
a theory of the crime scene.

I don't even know why
you guys are here.

Well, why don't you
walk us through it?

Okay, so they get home,
come through this door here,

turn the lights on.
Joanna turns on some D'Angelo

because it gets her all
riled up-- her words, not mine.

She goes to the kitchen to get
some beers, you know,
grease the shoot a little.

My words, not hers.

Sorry. Then, uh, boom, boom.

Two shots through the window,
found both casings outside.

Levi's hit, he falls.

Joanna's gun is back
in the living room,

so she grabs a knife there
in the kitchen.

Attacker comes through
the side door... Ah!

Grabs Joanna, she struggles,
cuts the attacker.

His gun goes off, bang.

Casing there,
gunshot through the door.

Joanna gets away
and dives to the couch
to get her gun from her purse.

The attacker shoots after her,
bang, bang, bang.

Three shots.
One through the door.
One hits Levi's body.

Another hits Joanna
in the back.
Mission accomplished.

The killer leaves the way
he came, side door.

Must have been hurt because
he dropped his gun
on the way out there. Sadly...

...no fingerprints.

That was cool.
But that's not what happened.

Excuse me?

Joanna wasn't
the primary target. Levi was.

Broken glass in Levi's hair.

He was bending down when
someone shot through
the window.

The bullets in the door, that
was from the first two shots,

not the later struggle.

That's correct.

The killer came through
that door, yes.

He and Joanna struggled, yes,

but if you look at the bruises
on her neck,

it's like he had her
in some sort of choke hold.

So why didn't he just
shoot her? He had the gun.

Except he shot Levi
three times, probably when
he was trying to hide.

Bang, bang, bang.
Those were the three shots.

Joanna then stabbed the
attacker with that knife there.

But it was when she came over
to her purse to grab her gun,

the attacker finally
shot her too.

Bang.

Whoever did this
was here to kill Levi.

But why?

I don't know yet.
I'm still greasing the shoot.

His words, not mine.

Show a little respect.

Oh, like you've been
showing us?

You point that thing
in my face,

-I'm gonna knock it
out of your hand.
-All right, settle down.

I'll point this wherever
I damn please.
I'll point it here.

I'll point it over here,
point it over there.

And in fact,
you got an arrow on your tie.

Hey.

Jelly Bean.
I forgot about him.

He's contaminating
the crime scene.

Okay, I got him. I got him.
Jelly Bean!

-Shoo! Shoo!
-Okay, I got him, I got him.

Come here, buddy.

-All right. All right...
-Close the door!
Close the door.

I told you to take control
of the investigation.

Instead, you contaminate
the crime scene

and bled all over
the damn evidence,

embarrassing me
in front of that damn sheriff.

-I--
-I don't think she's done yet.

No, I am not.

The techs are gonna have a hell
of a time sorting out
the forensics.

I should have sent a candy gram
instead of the two of you.

Or I should've sent sent a--
sent a fruit basket.

You know, I would have sprung
for the expensive kind,

you know,
the one with pineapples.

-Can we talk about the case?
-Fine.

But don't think I don't know
you said "Moistness."

It's a good thing we're not
getting sued. Now where are we
starting with this mess?

Could you take a look
at the photos I sent?

If it's a brand,
I haven't seen it before.

I'll run it through
the database.

I looked through Levi's wallet.

He has an active member card
to a gym back in Atlanta.

I'll get the APD on it.

Nobody drives 80 miles
just to do a bench press.

Sheriff have any theories?

Hard to tell.

He jumped in his truck and left
the crime scene
without saying a word.

Real piece of work, that one.

Oh, bartender is back.
Gotta go.

Lots of glass in a bar.
Don't break anything else.

There was a black cat involved,
and it was just bad luck, okay?

Thanks for waiting.

No problem. You were telling us
about the two victims.

Had you seen them
together before?

No, it was just a hookup.
Surprised they made it
to her place.

I thought for sure
I'd catch them in the bathroom.

Well, was there anything else
you noticed?

Anything out of the ordinary?

Maybe.

This guy came in after Levi,
sat on the other side
of the bar.

Right here.
Just kept looking at him.

He ordered a root beer, paid
in cash. He was weird.

Then what?

Left right after Joanna
and Levi did.

Did you recognize him?

Uh...

He reminded me of a kid from
my brother's high school class,

he was a burnout.

I thought he moved away.

His dad still lives in town
though, teaches middle school.

I think
their last name's Korda.

Thank you.

None of these cars
were meant to end up
on a driveway.

Why, hello, Sheriff.

I know how we got here.
Care to explain how you did?

Agents. This is Vince Korda.

Vince is a friend of mine.
I recognized the gun
at the scene.

I helped him pick it out
as a gift for his son, Beau.

Ah.

And why tell us?

I figured a smart-ass like you
would eventually catch up.

I've known Beau
since he was a baby.

I've seen everything
this poor man has gone
through with that boy.

Like what?

Well, the trouble started
when he was a teenager,

you know, shoplifting, drugs.

I got him to enlist. I thought
the army might straighten
him out. But... no.

After his mother died,
I hardly see him.

Where's Beau now?

I don't know.
I had no idea he was here.

Last I heard he was in Atlanta,
staying with a friend.

Can you think of any
connections Beau might have
to the victims?

None, no.

Jesus, Beau.
What the hell are you doing?

It's gonna be okay, Vince.

If you hear from him,
you call me.

I'll make sure to take care
of him. I promise.

You can't make those
assurances. His son's our
number one suspect.

Agreed. Sheriff,
can we have a unit posted here

just in case Beau
makes an appearance?

That's not how it works here.

Understand me?

I trust Vince.

Oh.

People lie.

Maybe to you.

But not to me.

I should have known there was
something up with this guy.

Yeah, how's that?

Well, he never
actually worked out.

He just used the locker
to store his stuff.

Every time he came in,

he'd grab his backpack and go
work at the library
across the street.

It's this one right here.

Oh, you got
some raw power there.

-Thanks.
-What's your
supplement game like?

Just BCAA's, creatine,
a little extra leucine,
just usual stuff.

I'd love to see your macros.

Thank you so much.
We got it from here.

Macros?

Hey, how's it going at the VA?

Well...
...I have to go back tomorrow.

It's like getting
health care at the DMV,

I might die waiting to get
treatment so I don't die.

Look like hit list to you?

Yeah, maybe.

"Founders front."

This reads like
some kind of manifesto.

Yeah. "In chaos,
the natural order is restored,

and only those with the will
to shape destiny
will be left standing."

I think our victim
was a domestic terrorist.

Hi.

I just told you,
that's not it.

Jesus, what are you
drilling for, oil?

It's just your veins are
really noodly.

For the love of... Let go.

That was hardcore.

Wow, you did it.

Yeah, army combat lifesaver
course. Take what you need.

Good, you're here.

I need you to hold my place
in the line for me.

You're not supposed to do that.

Well, I just did your job
for you. You're welcome.

So when I'm two people away,

you give me a call and I'll
haul ass back down here, okay?

Got it. But just so you know,

I charge time
and a half after eight hours.

And Betty has to go soon.

Okay. Hey, there, bubby.

Well, just take her for a walk
in the parking lot, okay?

I owe you. Thank you.

Thank you for your service.

Are we part of some
sleepwalking Fight Club
I don't know about?

You broke the first rule.

Hmm.

You coming up?

On my way.

You okay?

Didi.

She's finally out of my life
for good. She's gone.

Didi.

At the nursing home?

Oh, Angie. I'm...

I'm sorry.

Did you get to see her?
Before...

Yeah, I don't even know
what I was hoping for.

I don't even really know
how I feel.

I think some part of me
just thought she was...

indestructible,

that she would always be there,
this living reminder
of how damaged I am.

Hey.

Don't say that. It's not true.

How could I still love her?

Blood is blood.

I think, I mean,
what do I know?

I'll tell you one thing.

You are who you are,

in spite of Delilah Polaski,
not because of her.

Some people just aren't meant
to be mothers.

We better get up there.

The brand on Levi's torso
is partial.

Founders Front members start
with the line

and then each time they move up
in the organization,

they earn another strike.

Only members
of the highest rank
have the completed insignia.

This one's Tobias Kolex.

He was arrested and convicted
in 2015 for attempting
to blow up a bridge.

He's serving life
without parole.

-And we talked to him?
-He won't say a word.

Well, Levi's list of names
were all journalists,

but he wasn't threatening them.

He was using the library's
computers to email them,

hoping someone would respond.

One of them found this
in their junk mail.

"Dear member of the media,

I've been a loyal patriot
my entire life,
and I have been led astray.

At great personal risk,
I'm looking for someone

who will listen to me. If not,
I fear lives will be lost."

Well, Levi Van Horn was
a whistleblower.

Meaning a traitor, as far as
the Founders Front's concerned.

Explains why he was killed.

They're accelerationists.

Their brand
of domestic terrorism

is to bring about a collapse
of the current system.

They think they can build
some kind of utopia,

but first they have to
burn it all down.

Yes?

Oh, uh, we've finished
sorting out all the crime
scene evidence. And, um...

Spit it out, Chin. What is it?

I was able to isolate the DNA
we believe is from the killer.

It's a match for Beau Korda.

He was in CODIS
because of his service.

Great, we're pursuing
the right suspect.

Anything else?

No...

Well thank you so much, Pete.

Feel free to grab a juice box
on the way out.

May I-- May I speak
with you privately?

Say it here, Pete.

No.
I need to speak with you alone.

Right now. It's sensitive.

Fine. Let's go.

Were you guys getting a vibe
between the two of them?

-No, no, never. Ew.
-Oh, yeah.

Okay, we need to figure out

if any of these journalists
actually corresponded
with Levi.

I called Luke.
He's asking around.

See? They just closed
the blinds.

I waited 45 minutes for you last night.
The bath got cold.

I'm Deputy Director
of the GBI, Pete.

Sometimes, I'm gonna be late.

All right, I understand.

I love you, Mandy.

Shut up
and get on the desk, Pete.

No, you see you went too far.

-Okay, no. No.
-Okay, will you stop? God.

- I have never been
so happy

to hear from an ex.

Hey, Luke. What you got?

Wagner and Chin. Chin-wag.

Hey, Nico.

Nico? Is that my Nico?

I'm only two numbers away.

-You need to get down here.
-Okay.

All right, I'm on my way.
Thanks.

On your way where? Wh--

Hey, you okay? You want to sit?

I can grab a number for you.

Yeah, if there's a seat,
I'll take it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You don't look old enough
to have been through basic.

Oh, I wasn't in the army. Just
holding a spot for a friend.

I'm Nico.

Roy. 173rd Airborne.

This is Betty. She's Navy SEAL.

Hooah.

You made a mistake.

-Deputy Director, I promise
that this--
-Run it again.

You really think I would
come up here with news
like this

and not have already
run it four times?

Caroline, get Will in here.

Yes, ma'am.

Shut the door.

What's going on?

Tell him.

Um...

Well, as you know,
multiple parties were injured

as a result of the, uh, feline
disturbance at the crime scene.

And in order to isolate
the attacker's DNA,

we analyzed all blood
on the scene and compared it
to samples I collected.

Yes, yes, I know all this.

Why are you both
being so weird?

Right. Well, two of those
samples it turns out shared
a remarkable number of alleles.

In fact, I compared 20 loci
and the percentage match
was 48%,

a standard deviation of 2%
due to the XY chromosome.

One of those samples was yours.

Amanda, what's he saying?

Sheriff Caleb Broussard
is your father.

No, he's not.

Well...
...it's statistically stunning.
I agree.

The odds are about
a quintillion to one.

But, um, there are
factors, such as geography

and the propensity
toward law enforcement.

You need to leave now, Pete.

Okay.

I, um...

This is a lot, I know.

Are you okay?

We're sharing forensics,
so the sheriff will
find out soon enough.

Maybe I should call.
Tell him direct.

Will?

Thank you for telling me.

Thank you.

Okay, blood work is done.
Let's do this.

Sorry, we close at 4:30.

Come on, Gloria, it's 4:29.

If I make an exception for you,

then I have to make
an exception for him and them.

We'll be more than happy
to help you in the morning.

-Yeah, yeah.
-Thank you for your service.

Well, I'm not thanking you
for yours.

You know he has
a brain tumor, right?

I'm free again tomorrow.

Hey. Hey, Roy.
Is it getting worse?

I'll be okay.

What's going on?

This is Roy. He's my friend.

I think something's
really wrong.

It's my arms. They... They feel
like they're full of lead.

No, screw this. Nico, help me
get him in my car.

Sir, I'm gonna take you
to a doctor I know, okay?
He's good.

Is that for me?

Can I help you?

I just thought maybe
we should talk.

I disagree.

Okay.

We'll just focus on the case.

Water damage?

It's a wall crack.

If you cut corners,
it'll just come back.
It's a five-step process.

Yes, I... I know.

And I was just about to apply
the drywall compound and...

Do you always wear sweatpants
to work and a suit
when you're off duty?

I'm very serious
about home improvement.

As one should be.

Hey, hey, I don't know
what he's got.

He's having trouble breathing.
His vision is blurry.
He can barely stand.

-In here. What's his name?
-Roy.

Roy. Hey, Roy, I'm Dr. McDale.
When did your symptoms
first start, buddy?

Last... Last night.

Last night? All right,
you relax right there.

All right, we'll take good care
of you, okay?

-Yeah.
-Hey.

I want both of you guys
to wash your hands.

If what he's got is contagious,
I don't want either of you
getting it.

-All right. Thanks, Doc.
-Okay.

All right, Roy.
We got you here.

This Founders Front,
any idea how they recruit?

Well, not yet.

Not much presence online,
which isn't good.

It means they're smart enough
to keep a low profile.

Now I know you're gonna
hang something over this,
but even so,

you're gonna want
a seamless patch.

Depending how long this
wallpaper's been on, some of
the colors might have faded.

Oh, I hung all this myself.

Used a polyacrylic protective
finish just to prevent
such a calamity.

I respect your standards, son.

Don't call me that.

You don't know me,
and you didn't raise me.

I didn't even know you existed.

I spoke to
Deputy Director Wagner.

She told me
you never knew your mother.

I'm sorry.

Let's be clear,
I don't want your pity.

In fact, I'm not sure
I want anything from you.

I hope that won't be the case.

Faith is
calling. Faith is calling.
Faith is calling.

This is Trent.

I'll be right there.

We have a lead on Beau.

I'd like to be the one
to do this.

Absolutely not. You are out
of your jurisdiction.

And where did you
come from anyway?

Beau Korda! GBI.

Beau, it's Caleb. Let us in.

He's in there.

But there's a fire. We need to
evacuate the building.

Hey! There's a fire.
Everybody out!

We need the fire department
at 2235 Grant Drive, Unit B.

Oh, my god. Grab him.
Let's get him out of here.

-Come on. Get him.
-You ready? One, two...

Everyone, get out!
There's a fire!

Evacuate now!

Go!

- Everybody stay back.
We're the police.
- What's going on?

Oh, my God.

There's a fire.
Stay back.

-EMS is coming. Stay back.
-What is it?

-Don't move. Stay back.
Back up.
-No, no, no.

- No. No, no, no.
- Someone is dead!

- Stay back.
- Beau.

Beau, buddy.

Come on, Beau.

Caleb, he's gone. He's gone.

No, no, no. He's gonna be...
He's gonna be fine.

Take that, Mom.

Sure you're in the pipes
there somewhere.

Yeah. Yeah, you guessed it.

It was an accident
just like me.

Or I don't know, maybe I wasn't
an accident.
Maybe you wanted a kid.

Have someone to pimp out
to feed your habit.

Jeez.

See, the fact that I can even
say something like that,

that proves I have no business
doing this.

I'm scared, Didi.

So...

...who were you talking to?

My mother.

She's in the sewers.
Long story.

Hmm.

How much did you hear?

As much or as little
as you want me to have heard.

Do you want any crackers?

They help... with the nausea.

Uh, no, I'm fine, thanks.
I haven't...

I haven't decided anything yet.

Okay.

You know, children...

Children are
just people, Angie.

And you're good with people.

I'm here if you need me.

The coffee is swill in here.

I have my own machine.
You like it black?

Black is great. Thank you.

Your, um... Your friend Vince
is on his way down.

I don't know what
I'm gonna say to him.

Well... tell him you did
your best to save his son.

Just like I'm sure you did.

We do whatever we can
to protect those we love.

Sometimes, it's enough...

and sometimes it isn't.

Wilbur Trent is
a very special man.

I'm seeing that.

There was no one to protect him
as a child.

No one to look out for him.

I look out for him now.

Remember that.

Pete searched every inch
of Beau Korda's skin.

A few tattoos, the usual.
No brand.

Not even a line.

At this point, we have to
assume he's not Founders Front.

So, what? The murder had
nothing to do with Levi being
a whistleblower?

Well, that's what they want
you to think. Check this out.

He was restrained.

And shot with enough heroin
to drop a horse.

Fire marshal said
he found a fuse.

Someone dosed him, set
the fire, untied him and left.

If you'd gotten there
any later, it would've been
ruled accidental.

Whoever did this wanted
the trail to end with Beau.

-I think he was hired
to kill Levi.
-Well, maybe these will help.

Luke hooked us up with
a reporter who'd been
communicating with Levi.

These are all the printouts
from everything that he sent.

We've barely started going
through it all, but check out
this purchase order.

Ring stands, pipettes,
vacuum tubes.

They were building a lab.

We're trying to figure out
where all these deliveries
have been going.

Levi said there was a rumor
that one of the members

used to do research
for the CDC. Bioweapons.

They're planning an attack.
That's why Levi
was coming forward.

Beau's the key. We need
to figure out who hired him.

I still can't get a hold
of Seth. I'm just gonna
run by the hospital.

No. I need you here
for leg work.

I'll go. See if they
noticed anything strange.

I'll call you as soon as
I talk to him.

Be safe.

Beau's father's coming in soon.
Let's hope he gives
us something.

We might not have much time.

A bioweapon?
Yeah, that's possible.

We've got nine patients
all with similar symptoms,

and we can't find
a causal common denominator.

What kind of symptoms?

Nothing unique, but they're
not responding
to the usual treatments.

I'm going to call
the Head of Toxicology,
CDC and Georgia Poison Control.

Yeah, we'll contact the NIH
and the governor.

Yeah, let me know.

-What are you doing here?
-Came to check on Roy.

He's not doing good.

Vince says
Beau needed the money.

Where are we at
on his accounts?
If we can find a deposit--

It's not necessary.
We traced the purchase orders.

We know who put Beau
up to this.

You did your best, Vince.
I know you did.

I blame myself.

Why couldn't I just
have helped him more?

Don't talk that way.
You did everything you could.

You know, I never...
never thought...

My boy is gone.

Beau still loved you
to the very end, didn't he?

He didn't want to let you down
after a lifetime
of disappointing you,

which is why he was willing
to kill Levi for you.

What did you just say?

But then he messed
that up too, didn't he?

Got us on his trail and,
well, he had to go.

To protect the mission.

No, no, no, no.
That doesn't make any sense.

I know this man.

And before you taught middle
school, you were a researcher.

A biochemist at the CDC,
forced to retire

after coworkers expressed
their concerns
regarding your instability.

You tied up Beau.

Overdosed him,
left him to burn.

Your own boy.

He only wanted your love.

I'd do it again if I had to.

Vince, what did you do?

What's happening?

Hey, we need some help
over here!

-I'm here, Roy. I'm here.
-Okay, come on.

We need to let them
do their jobs.

Look, I know that you can't
wrap your head
around this, but...

someday you'll understand.

Beau finally did something
with his life.

He was your son.

Sir, we're going to use this
mask to help your breathing.

Oh, God. Why are you guys
still here? I got to get you
some PPE. Hold on.

The strength of your belief
is measured

by what you're willing
to sacrifice for it.

For what? Hmm?

We have you.

It's over.

No. It's not over.

It's just begun.

Attention, all staff.
- What's going on?

Code Black is now in effect.

Hospital's in lockdown.
We can't leave.

All incoming patients
will be diverted.

Follow emergency protocols
immediately.

Repeat, Code Black
is now in effect.