All language subtitles for The Hunting Party S02E05

- Previously
on "The Hunting Party"...

- It's called the Pit,
home to the most dangerous

and violent criminals
in history,

all of whom the world
believes are dead.

Or at least it was
until the blast hit.

- A few weeks ago,
Shane gave me an audio file,

asked if I could voice-match it
to anyone.

Came back as Colonel Lazarus.

- And when you told him,
what did he say?

- I didn't.

- Started working at the Pit

because I was looking
for a prisoner down there--

my biological mother.

- Sorry, that voice recording
was your mom?

- Faith is a funny thing.

Everyone has faith
in something,

Money, success...

- Go.

- Recognition.

But there comes a time
in everyone's life

when we have
to ask the question...

what do I believe in?

Faith is a word.
Belief is an action.

There was a time, I must admit,
when I was faithful,

but I did not believe.

I was hiding from the truth.

And just like every one
of you...

the truth found me.

- We're standing here outside
the compound of Noah Cyrus,

the controversial leader

of the infamous cult
the Thirteenth Hour.

As we speak,
dozens of federal agents

are preparing to move in.

Now, we've been told
that his followers,

many armed,
are refusing to surrender.

- My friends, we all knew
this day would come.

But, brothers and sisters,
our souls are ready.

And though our enemies
are many,

none of us
will ever be alone...

again.

- Noah Cyrus,
this is your final warning.

Come out with your hands up.

- Listen to them!

That's fear in their voice.

Agents of Babylon

trying to control that
which is out of their control.

We were meant to be free.

And we will be free.

Don't be afraid, Puppy.

Love...

listen to me.

None can stop the victory
for those who believe.

This is not the end.

Target down.

- On the floor, now.
- Secure the area.

- Hands behind your back.
- Turn around!

- Thanks.

- Are you sure about this?

- Shane said that he
took a job at the Pit

because he found out his
biological mom was an inmate.

- He had me run voice rec
on an audio recording.

It came back as Lazarus.

At the time, I didn't know that
he was searching for his mom,

so I held on to it.

- And you're sure
he doesn't know it's her?

- He doesn't know.

I didn't know how to tell him.

- Well, maybe
he's better off not knowing.

Look, all we have at the moment

are a bunch of questions
about Colonel Lazarus.

- Yeah, like how
a serial killer goes to the Pit

and then shows up as--

- As a colonel in the military
with a new name?

Yeah.

- Right, like I said,
questions.

Until we have some answers,
we just sit on this.

- No, no.
I'm sorry.

Shane deserved
to know the truth, OK?

We need to tell him.

- W-what are you
gonna tell him?

Uh, hey, we found
your serial-killer mom,

and she happens to be our boss?

- I don't know,
but I'll find the right words.

- Uh, guys.

- All right, what do we got?

- Security camera picked
this up in a barbershop

outside of Aurora, Illinois.

- That guy looks
really familiar.

- His name is Noah Cyrus.

- He was the leader of
a Chicago-based doomsday cult

called the Thirteenth Hour.

He professed that
he was a kind of prophet.

He claimed to have knowledge
of the end times and preached

a view of government that was
rooted in apocalyptic theology.

- Meaning the government's
responsible

for all the evils in the world.

- That's where I remember him.

He was the guy that tried
to blow up the courthouse.

- Yeah, that's right--in fact,
he wasn't even

on the FBI's radar
until he and his followers

began stockpiling explosives.

This led to an armed standoff
at his compound.

- Yeah, I remember
when this went down.

Something like 15
of his followers

drank some poison tea.

A few survived.

- Where are the survivors now?
- There were five.

Two died over the years.

And we've already ordered
wellness checks

on the other three in case
Cyrus tries to reconnect.

- OK, but there's a difference

between being just
a whack-job cult leader

and the serial killers
we got in the Pit.

What makes this guy Pit-worthy?
- This did.

Investigators didn't even know
about these bodies

until after the raid.

Each victim had
a single gunshot wound

to the back of the head.

- Cult leaders like Cyrus
demand constant reverence

to feed their egos,

but when their narcissistic
supply is threatened,

someone leaves or tries
to question their authority,

it triggers a violent outburst

or, in Cyrus's case,
a dozen murders.

- Where did he go
after the barbershop?

- Uh, we're working on that.

He used cash,
which is hard to trace.

- It says here
the, uh, raid on his compound

was ten years ago today.

- Cult leaders love symbolism.
What time was his death?

- 7:01 p.m.

- Do you think he's planning
some kind of anniversary party?

- He's been on the loose
for two months.

I don't think it's
any coincidence

that he's showing up today.

- Well, we've got
less than six hours

to figure out what he's up to.

Get in the air. We'll send you
everything we find.

Same news, different day.

Will you get it?

- That's probably Karen
returning my pickleball paddle.

- Mm.

- Hello, Puppy.
I have returned.

This is impossible.

- I told you it was not
the end that day.

Or did you not believe?

- C-Cyrus, I-I...

I don't understand.

- Ours is not to understand
in full.

- But to trust in faith...

None can stop the victory
for those who believe.

- What's this?

- I can explain.

A-after everything happened...

He's a good man.

- Hell is full of good men.

- You were gone a while.

Is everything all right
with Karen?

Honey, what's wrong?

- I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

- Right.

I'm really glad
you agreed to come, man.

This is gonna be good.

Yeah, we'll see.

- Look, I know you don't buy
into any of this kind of stuff.

And, hell, I know things
have been hard since Mom.

But you keep saying
how stuck you are.

And if you want things
to change,

you got to be
the change, right?

- Yeah, your guy
tell you that?

- Well, he told
me more than that.

He's gonna blow
your mind, brother.

- Hey, why won't you
tell me his name?

- He made me promise.

- If there was some guy
trying to convince me

that everything I believe
is a lie,

well, I'd think

he was...

at best, crazy.

Or at worst, trying to scam me,
no matter how handsome he was.

But if I were being honest
with myself,

I'd have to admit...

that I was terrified
what he was saying is true.

'Cause that's the thing,
isn't it?

The truth scares people.

I know I was scared by it
when I first encountered it...

because the truth is powerful.

We spend our lives
believing so many falsehoods,

accepting so many...

narratives designed
to keep us looking down,

to keep us wanting,

keep us believing salvation...

is some...

fancy new lawn mower.

And all it really takes

is right here...

right now.

Each of us is perfect.

Each of us is divine...

even you.

You must be
Jack's brother, Norm.

I told you I'd get him to come.

- Welcome.

My name is Noah Cyrus.

Noah Cyrus?

But, uh...

like, you're--
you're--you're dead.

- That's only half the story.

If you'd like to join us,

I'd be glad
to tell you the rest.

- Noah Cyrus was
a gifted child.

After the death
of his parents,

he spent time
with his mother's sister.

But there was some neglect.

Apparently,
she set extreme limits

on how much time he could spend
outside of his bedroom.

- She sounds fun.

- Like most serials,
Cyrus showed signs

of complex psychopathy
in his early teens.

And then as a sophomore
in high school,

he was arrested for the murder
of his science teacher.

- Arrested but not convicted.

- Right,
because before the trial,

he was diagnosed
with schizophrenia--

a diagnosis that was obviously
later called into question.

- That's got
to be hard to fake,

especially for a 15-year-old.
- He was a clever child.

He actually only spent three
years in a youth psych ward,

which is where
he got his crash course

in manipulating
emotionally vulnerable people.

- Right. So rather than
rehabilitating him,

they taught him how to use
others to get what he wanted.

Awesome.

I'm almost afraid to ask,

but what do we have
for Pit treatment for this guy?

- These are our last recorded
therapy sessions

from over four years ago.

- And how would you define
moral truth, Doctor,

if not for the presence
of a higher power?

Without that,
what's left is chaos...

and chance.

You and me, sitting across
this table, this discussion--

let me ask you, does this feel
like random chance to you?

- So everything
is preordained?

- What will be will be.
You have but to play a part.

- And those you killed?
What part did they play?

- Wheat from the chaff.

You see, you're listening,
but you're not hearing.

These walls, this prison
are but a stop along the way,

a pebble in my shoe.

You are the one
in bondage, Doctor.

And until you acknowledge
the truth that is before you,

in bondage you will remain.

I'd like to go to my room now.

Give you...

some time to reflect upon what
you've learned here today.

- Dude, even in prison,

this guy acts like
he owns the place.

So I'm not seeing
any treatment protocol,

not even a number
for the cell he was kept in.

What were they doing to him
all those years in the Pit?

- Whatever it was,
they were careful with it.

- You see this many black bars?

Means you're definitely doing
something you shouldn't be.

- Hey, guys?

Ben traced the cash Cyrus used
at the barbershop.

Serial numbers on the bills

show they were withdrawn
yesterday

from an ATM account
belonging to Tyler Meeks,

a construction manager
from Elgin.

- So Cyrus robbed this guy?

- No. He wasn't a petty thief,
he was a manipulator.

It's more likely he got Tyler
to actually give him the money.

- If Cyrus has a new follower,
we better be ready.

- FBI! Freeze!

Got him!

- Down.

Down!

- Hands!
Let's see your hands!

- You good?

- Good.
You good?

- Freeze!
Don't move!

I just want to know
where Cyrus is, Tyler.

Don't do it.

Mm-mm.

- The throat of the deceitful
one is an open grave!

- I don't know why you didn't
listen to me there, buddy.

Tyler's down--

through-and-through
to the bicep.

That didn't feel good, did it?

Nope.

- My name is Special Agent
Rebecca Henderson.

- You shot me.
- I did, I did.

I think you might live, though.

Where's Cyrus?

- In the Thirteenth Hour,
there will be no more lies,

only salvation.

- Hey, Tyler.

Cyrus doesn't care
about you, OK?

I know you think he does,
but he doesn't.

In the end, he's only
looking out for himself,

and that is why you are tied up
in here and he is out there.

Where is he?

Help me help you.

- You don't give a rat's ass
about me, Special Agent.

You just want
to stop what's coming.

- All right,
what's happening in two hours?

- You will see.

- Tyler, you don't want
to hurt innocent people.

Tell me where he is.

- He is in here.

- Oh.
- He's with me.

And that is why I will be saved
and I will enter the kingdom

and you shall burn.

- OK.
- Bex.

There's something downstairs
you need to see.

I'll take care of our friend.
- Thank you.

- None can stop the victory
for those who believe.

- Wrong audience, pal.
Come on.

- Hey. Find anything out
from our guy?

- Whatever Cyrus is doing,

Tyler is not talking about him
like he is a prophet.

He is talking about him
like he's a savior.

- Well, he technically
did come back from the dead.

- This kind of indoctrination,
I have seen it in cults,

but it takes years.

How is Cyrus converting them
so fast?

- I don't know
how he's doing it,

but I think I know what
he and his converts

are planning for their
little anniversary party.

- What'd you find?
- Come here.

He made a bomb.

- Yeah, bigger problem is...

it's not here.

- People have asked me
what it was like to die.

Did I see a tunnel,
hear voices?

Did my whole life flash
before my eyes?

I saw nothing...

because there was nothing.

I was alone in the void.

Yet, I was overcome by the most
miraculous feeling...

Relief.

Existence was an illusion.

Death was no more.

And I rose out of the gates
of hell to see myself as I am.

I am the truth

in its most miraculous
human form.

And all of you are here
to bear witness...

to the beginning of a new era.

But first...

we must cleanse the old.

Are you ready, brother?

- Cyrus?

- On the other side,
you will be pure.

- Tyler's construction company,
Mesa Construction,

has a license
that allows him to buy

and ship
demolition explosives.

- Found it.

Seven weeks ago,

Mesa Construction received
200 pounds of ammonium nitrate,

the same stuff that caused
the explosion in Beirut

a few years ago.

- He can level
a whole city block with that.

- Wait, that's not all.
Look at this.

Another purchase order
from the same day.

- Building materials?

- Couple tons of plywood,
some saws, wood glue, paint.

- You don't make a bomb
with plywood.

What's he building?

- For now, I'll settle
for where he's building it.

- The order was delivered
to a vacant warehouse

in Downtown Elgin.
- Nice work.

- Mm-hmm.
- Let's get that to the team.

- Go.

- Hassani.

- What is this?

- This is a white room.
- Yeah, we can see that.

- You've seen this before.

- These are highly illegal--
human-rights violations.

Iran used them
in the early 2000s

to torture journalists
and enemy operatives.

- "Torture"?

- Total sensory deprivation.

Holding people in these rooms

causes panic attacks,
hallucinations.

Some people break out
into sores

from the sheer stress.

These rooms are designed to
psychologically break people.

- Break 'em...

or brainwash 'em?

- Yeah, this is
how Cyrus did it--

how he converted people
so fast.

- How did Cyrus
know about this?

- The Pit.

- Cyrus didn't have
a numbered cell.

A room like this was his cell.

- They made him live in this
for years?

I mean, I've been in here two
minutes, I'm losing my mind.

- Yeah, me too.

Hey, Morales,
I need you to run a search

on the white room
in the Pit file,

see if anything comes back.

- You got it.

And, FYI, we just got word

Cyrus's three original
followers

are all currently MIA.
- Copy that.

We need to get a warning out

to every federal building
in the state.

- Ben, get DHS
on the phone right now.

No specifics--
just let them know that we have

credible intel, yeah?
- On it.

- I'll call the governor.
- Bex, I got something.

There's a reference
to a covert study

in which a patient was held
in a constant state

of sensory deprivation.

Subject experiencing
delusions of divinity.

New efforts will focus
on using Rogerian therapy

to test the limits
of human grandiosity.

- Oh, boy.
- What's Rogerian therapy?

- Rogerian therapy
is a patient-centered treatment

that focuses on unconditional
positive reinforcement,

so whatever the patient thinks,
therapist reaffirms.

- What if the patient's
already experiencing

delusions of divinity?
- Yep.

Then the therapist says,
yep, you got it, you are right.

- I'm sending you
the video now.

- The white room taught me
the only real thing

is the singleness of my being.

This moment, right now...
- Florence.

- The white room
is the real world.

The prison is the Monopoly game

they make us play
outside of it.

I was sent to this earth
to spread this message.

- Noah, we agree.

We think you're making
tremendous progress.

- I did not die at the compound
because I cannot die.

- Correct.

- I could not know the name
of my divine leader

because it was my own name.

- Correct.
Say his name.

- Me, Noah Cyrus.

- What is your gospel,
divine leader?

- End times, hellfire,

eternal judgment on all
who do not worship me.

- Correct.

- I will save all that I can.

- Correct.

- Noah be praised.

- This is deranged.

- This is a new low,
even for the Pit.

- OK, so Cyrus goes
from being a con man

to thinking he's a prophet
of some end-times deity,

gets shot,
spends a decade in the Pit,

and then he thinks
he is that deity?

- So where does a deity
focused on Armageddon

go to detonate a bomb?

- Somewhere that
he can send his message,

somewhere symbolic.

We have to find Cyrus
and the bomb before 7:01.

If he thinks he's a god...

this bomb
will be his hellfire.

- OK, we got less than one hour
before Cyrus reveals himself

to the world as some savior
risen from the dead,

and he is going to use
that bomb to show his power.

- All thanks to the Pit.

- The coffee's still hot.

They got out of here
in a hurry.

I'm not sure
that's a coincidence.

- Hey, guys, we got a visual.

Ben tracked down a CCTV image

of Cyrus driving a box truck
south on Route 25.

- Copy that.
We're on the move.

- Hey, guys.
Comms out.

- Hey, comms go out on you?

- Hey, can you retrace
the box truck's route

from the warehouse,
see what time Cyrus left?

- Already on it.

Uh, by my calculations,

the truck was out of there
at 5:53 p.m.

- 5:53?

Go somewhere private right now.

- Bex, what's wrong?

- Cyrus left the warehouse
at the exact same time

we left Tyler's place
heading to the warehouse.

- You think
that Cyrus was warned?

- Either he is super lucky,

or Cyrus has a mole
on our team.

Look, you got to keep
everyone out of this

until you're sure
that you can trust them, OK?

- Copy that.

- Hello, Norm.

- Are you...

are you real?

- As the day you were born.

Who am I?

- You're Cyrus.

- That's my name.

Who am I?

- You...

you are the truth.

- It wasn't by chance we found
each other, you know, Norm.

- Yeah, my brother--
- Was the vessel.

We each have our part to play.

Are you ready for yours?

- Cyrus's box truck
just pinged at a traffic camera

in downtown Aurora.

- Aurora? So, what, after
all this, nothing's changed?

He's still planning
on blowing up a courthouse?

- No, it's all part
of a bigger picture.

We just don't see it yet.

- Let us know
if you find anything else.

- Hey, do you know
where Morales is?

- Last I saw, she stepped
out on a phone call.

What's up?

- Nothing.
Carry on.

- Ben, you have a sec?

- Hey.
Peck was looking for you.

What's going on?

- Cyrus might have an inside
man at the Command Center.

You're serious?

- You've seen how quickly
he can convert people.

I did your background check
myself,

but there are a lot of people
here I'm not as familiar with.

- You want me to
look into someone?

- Everyone--
go to the server room,

comb through
the personnel files

of every new hire since
the team was reassembled.

Major, you got to see this.

A local TV station just used

the Emergency Broadcast System
to go live with this.

- My name is Puppy Perkins.

- Who's seeing this?
- The whole state.

- In eight minutes, at 7:01,

humanity will celebrate
the tenth anniversary

of the Thirteenth Hour
massacre.

- Guys, we got a problem.

- Morales, you need to shut
that broadcast down now.

- I'm trying,
but the emergency system

was designed not
to be shut down.

I can intercept it if
I can access the PEP station.

- How long is that
gonna take?

- Ten minutes.
- No, that's too long.

It's almost 7:00.

- Two blocks away.

- We need to go in hot.

- Hey, we need you out here.

- Uh, sure.
Just taking care of something.

- You're not supposed
to be in here.

Why did Morales want to talk
to you in private?

- What do you mean?

- Don't move.

- I am here tonight
to tell you

that the story
of the Thirteenth Hour

is not over.

This evening it begins anew.

On these very airwaves,

you were told a lie
about that day.

And on these very airwaves,

the truth shall be
our victory.

- Mama, papa, baby,
mama, papa, baby.

- The truth is eternal,
and the truth has a name.

- Noah Cyrus lives.

- Something has been off
all day.

Cyrus has been ahead of us
every step of the way

from the beginning,
and now I know why.

- You think I'm the mole?

Since when do you carry a gun?

- Gun!

- Cover me!
- No, wait, Bex!

- Moving forward.
Cover me.

- Go.

- Put the gun down!
Put it down!

Kick it to me.
Kick it to me.

Get on the ground.
Get on the ground.

- The story of that day
has been told

only by those who sought
to silence the divine word

of our glorious leader,

to end the story
of the Thirteenth Hour

before it could truly begin.

But I was there to witness
those fateful moments.

- Shh.

- He has returned
from the very gates of hell,

guarded not by demons
or shadows but by men--

doctors, soldiers
in league with--

- Hands in the air, now.

- Look at this.

A black budget secret
government agent, no doubt.

Say hello.

- Turn that off.

- Don't you think it would be
bad form to kill me

with all our
loyal viewers watching?

- Step away from the camera.

You move, I shoot.

- Tell me, Agent,

don't you want
to introduce yourself?

That's not a request.

- Come on, come on.

Damn it.

The power--someone give me
a copy of the power grid!

- Drop your weapon, now.

- Or what, you'll shoot me?

That didn't turn out so good
the last time, did it?

I must be quite a threat.

- Bex, power's going out.

You're gonna have
about five seconds

before the backup
grid kicks in.

- Or could it be because
I know something

your government wouldn't like
the public to find out?

- And now.

You bitch.
You shot me.

- Don't move.

- Bex, we intercepted
the broadcast.

- Come on, guys, talk to me.

Tell me you found that bomb.

- Shane's checking
the truck right now.

- It's a body.

Where's the bomb?

- Missing something, are we?

- Where's the bomb?

Where's the bomb?

Where's the bomb?

- Guy's name is Jack Davis.

- Jack Davis?

Jack Davis.

- I am the truth,
sent to awaken the sleeping.

My hellfire will rouse
the senseless masses

and together,
we shall reclaim our destiny

and defeat
our government oppressors.

- Morales.

Morales, the bomb--

the bomb is
in the Command Center!

- Davis.

- Tell Agent Anderson
to release Cyrus

and unblock the broadcast,
or I'll kill us all.

- Hey! Hey!
Put it down.

- Let her go, Norm!
- Back off.

Back off.

If I let go of this button,
this whole building comes down.

- Hey, bro...

where you going?

- Cyrus is sending me
back to work.

- "Back to work"?
For those puppets?

- It's not our place
to question him, Jack.

You were right, though.

Cyrus has changed everything.

Thank you.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What's going on?

What are you making
my brother do?

- I can't make anybody
do anything, Jack.

Your brother has
a strong faith,

just as you said he would.

- That's why you were
so eager to meet him.

- We all have a part to play.

We should celebrate
his sacrifice.

- No way.

I'm not letting Norm do that.

Jack, wait.

Jack, I know
you love your brother.

Do something with him.

Don't let any
of the others see.

You think so small.

This is just the fun part,
the show.

My message
will still be delivered.

- Hey!

Stop moving.

Don't you know what happens
if you shoot me?

- Easy, everyone.
Lower your weapons.

Where's the bomb, Norm?

- You think I'm stupid?

You'll never find it in time.

Hey, do you all want to die?

The broadcast, now!

- I'll do it.
I'll--I'll do it.

- Major Morales.

- He's right.

The truth is the only thing
that can save us.

Cyrus is all
about the truth, right?

- Yeah, Cyrus is the truth.
- Huh.

If Cyrus is the truth,

did he tell you
why he killed your brother?

- I don't--
I don't believe you.

- Mm.

It's true.

I'm so sorry, Norm.
Cyrus killed your brother.

I-I wish that you could hear it
from him yourself.

- You're lying.

- You say you want to be
a messiah,

yet you kill someone
in cold blood.

- Listen.

- We found Jack Davis's body
in the back of your truck.

Why?

You sent his brother
on a death mission.

Why kill Jack?
- Because it's my right.

The shepherd calls
his own flock.

I killed Jack
'cause I wanted to.

My faith gives me that power.

You have no idea
what's still coming.

- No.

- Bex...

We got him.
It's over.

- My power will be displayed
in a demonstration--

- Save it.
We got your buddy, Norm.

No one's blowing
anything up today.

- If ever there was a day, huh?

I, uh--I just got off
the phone with my people.

And police are reporting
that an offshoot

of the Thirteenth Hour
took control

of a local Aurora TV station.

But no one believes
Puppy was telling the truth.

They're just chalking it up
to the internet crazies.

- Except this time,
they wouldn't be wrong.

- Listen...

I respect that you have
to make your own decision

about whether to tell Shane
about Colonel Lazarus or not.

- I'm going to.

- Just ask yourself
one question.

Will Shane be happier
knowing the truth?

- Hey.

Bomb tech found the device
in the bed of Norm's truck

parked against the building.

- Wow, he really would have
blown us all sky-high.

- Yeah, but he didn't.

Thanks to you, Jen.

I didn't serve, and I haven't
been in the field.

That was the first time
I've ever drawn my weapon.

You were...

impressive.

- Thank you, sir.

- My name's Jon, by the way.

- Jonathan Mitchell Peck--
I read your file.

Right.

- You're
an intelligence officer.

Mm-hmm.

I've read yours, too.

Um, you should add
crisis negotiator to your CV.

- Anyway,
I'll see you tomorrow.

- OK, I think
I put my neck out.

- Yeah, I told you,
you got to stop sleeping

on the plane like that.

You're like
a narcoleptic Gumby.

- Look, I do not maintain
this youthful glow

by missing my beauty sleep,
all right?

- "Youthful glow"?
Is that what we're calling it?

The sweat on your face?

I think I might have to start
bringing my eye mask.

Oh, my gosh.

- Hey, cheers.
- Mm, cheers.

- Boy, today was
a wild one, huh?

That guy was like Sunday school
on acid.

- Do you know my dad
was a pastor?

- Uh-uh.
You told me he was a sheriff.

- He was a pastor.

He, um--he went to seminary
school right after college,

even led a church back home.

And then one day,

he tells my mom that
the congregation he's leading

doesn't need him as much
as people outside.

So he decided to go
into law enforcement

'cause he thought
he would make a bigger impact.

- So, what, you think, uh--

you think any of his faith
rubbed off on you?

- Yeah.
Yeah, I think so.

- You know, you never really
talk about your parents.

- Pot calling the kettle.

- Yep, that's fair.

- Look, I've been, um...

I've been thinking
about what you said

about finding
your biological mom.

- I've been thinking
a lot about that.

And I should never have kept
that from you or the team.

I'm gonna tell Hassani.
I'm gonna tell Morales.

And...

I want you to know, after that,
I am done looking for her.

- You don't want to find
your mom?

- I've always had this
unknowable part in me, right,

that I thought
I could only understand

if I knew where I came from,
who I came from.

But...

now I'm starting to think
that maybe who you are

is what you do in the world,
and I get to decide that.

I get to define me, not her.

I think I'm good with that.

- Fair enough.

- What?

I'm picturing you shopping
for eye masks at Sephora.

- Oh, you think Sephora?

Who am I, a Rockefeller?