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Go directly to JFK Airport. Do not linger.

Do not go home.

Locker 111 will have everything you need.

Where are you taking me?

Amy, you have a new Social Security card,

driver’s license, and passport.

Be smart.

Don’t link yourself to your past.

You want the window?

We’re seated together?

Appears that way.

I’m the architect they want to design the plan.

[screams]

Musta been one hell of a nightmare.

You can’t just take my bag and demand that I come with you.

Get in the car, Amy.

How well do you know your new employer?

Your boss didn’t make sure you got here safely tonight.

I did.

I just started a few days ago.

I’m Megan, by the way.

You can call me Meg.

I don’t like the setup of a boss

you’ve never met arranging your lease.

Would you have a number for Mr. Williams?

No.

Raw and honest. That’s what we are.

Or we’re nothing at all.

I’m Jared Ryan.

Amy. Benson.

New to the neighborhood?

Nightmares and cluster headaches.

Sometime soon you’re gonna have to tell me.

And I promise I will make them go away.

You went to UT?

Where are you from? Are you single?

Basically, I’m a professional hacker.

And yes, I’m single.

Let’s go, Amy.

- Amy. - Don’t.

Don’t tell me what the odds of me being pregnant are.

There is a chance. There is a big chance.

Everyone in my life dies. They die.

You can’t protect me. No one can.

You believe in luck.

We ended up seated next to each other on a plane.

I’d say that’s pretty lucky.

I think maybe my luck is changing.

Were you an investor in this spectacular building

Liam designed?

So glad you’re along for dinner, Amy.

I couldn’t agree more.

Did you get the data off her computer?

Mm-hmm. All of it. Including the camera.

So the camera feed is live.

Are you sure you have her under control?

I can handle Amy.

You just get me what I need.

♪

Hello?

Senorita.

I was looking for Roberto?

I am Roberto.

My man said you were gonna be a brunette.

Wig. I brought it with me.

For a quick change of identity. Smart, mami.

$2500.

What?

No. I was quoted five hundred.

You need to disappear badly enough to want two hair colors.

That means you need the best identification I can make you.

That runs $2500.

What do I get for five hundred?

Nothing. Use your flea-market id.

Wait. I have seven hundred.

Twenty-five.

$1500. That is all that I have.

Perhaps we can barter.

You give me something I want, I give you something you want.

- No, I... - Yes.

No!

You’re gonna love it, I promise.

Oh, God. Not now.

Were you inviting someone to hurt you?

No.

"Oh God" is right.

[chattering]

[stair creaks]

[gasps]

Were you inviting someone to hurt you?

I should hurt you, you scared the crap out of me.

When did you and Dad get back?

When you see something unusual like the porch light being out,

don’t just charge forward and hope for the best.

All right?

Being caught up in your fairy-tale world

of Saturday night dates and teenage gossip

isn’t going to keep you safe.

Teenage gossip? Did you really just say that to me?

I want to be at the digs with you and Dad.

I want to be exploring the world.

It’s your influence on Dad that keeps me

from traveling with you, so don’t even go there, Chad.

Because I’m trying to make sure you have

the normal life I never had.

What’s wrong?

Chad?

Nothing’s wrong.

Let’s go in.

No. Not until you tell me what’s going on.

I’m living the only life you let me have.

What aren’t you telling me?

[knocking]

[knocking continues]

I’d like to withdraw everything in this account

and close it, please.

I’ll take your boarding passes, thank you.

Hi.

- Thanks. - Enjoy your flight.

This is the final boarding call

for flight B1460 to Seattle, Washington at gate 20.

Hi. Do you need help?

I’m meeting my mother, and I’m worried.

Do I have time to look for her?

You have about three minutes.

Is she a confirmed passenger?

Okay. What’s her name? I’ll call her on the intercom.

Kylie Richardson, and thank you.

Sure. Just give me a moment as we continue boarding.

What’s your name?

Lara.

- Richardson? - Yes.

Okay, Ms. Richardson.

Go find your seat and I’ll find your mom.

Kylie Richardson, please report to Gate 20.

Taxi. I’ll keep this with me.

Amy.

Don’t! I’ll scream bloody murder.

Run to me, Amy. Not from me.

I don’t even know who you are.

You know who I am.

Who are you?

- Ma’am. - Just a minute.

I heard you talking to Derek last night.

You don’t know what you heard.

Don’t do this. You need my protection.

That’s what I was talking to Derek about.

Protecting you.

Lies don’t protect me.

I didn’t lie to you.

I can’t do this with you.

I will find you.

You can try.

Go, now!

Don’t do this, Amy!

♪

You need help, sweetheart?

No, I’m good.

You need a ride?

She’s with me.

You ready to head out?

Yes.

I’m Shell, honey.

I’d ask you what you’re running from,

but I’ll spare you the lie.

Where you headed?

Away from here.

That’s all that counts right now.

♪

[no audible dialogue]

[bell dings]

Where the hell is Amy?

Ready for my shift.

You’re late.

Sorry.

If you two are ready to work,

go give the customers some holiday cheer.

We have turkey and dressing on the menu until Thanksgiving.

It’s Halloween.

Close enough to the holiday for turkey.

I got it at a bargain, so go push it to the customers.

You’ll get used to him, I promise.

You okay?

I took a vitamin on an empty stomach.

I should know better.

What is it with this time of year?

I’ve been hit on all night, and that was just the women.

Right there with you on that one.

At least the tips are good.

And I can use every dime.

Can’t we all.

And honey, I have a feeling yours are about to get better.

As I was headed over here, some guy who looked

real expensive and good enough to eat

asked to be seated in your section.

Excuse me, can I get ketchup?

How did you find me?

The same way somebody else will if you keep living like this.

The CB circuit is broad, and truckers like money.

You ran when you overheard me talking to Derek.

What I don’t know is what you assumed our conversation meant.

The only thing I’m guilty of is trying to protect you.

I can’t trust you, Liam.

I don’t trust you.

You think I’m involved with whatever

you’re running from, don’t you?

I don’t know what I think.

Would I be here with you, in a public place,

if I meant to hurt you?

I could have waited for you to be alone and cornered you.

You weren’t afraid to be seen with me in Denver.

Exactly.

Because I have nothing to hide.

And you have nothing to fear.

Not from me.

Let me go.

What do I have to do to convince you

I’m the one you should run to, not away from?

Tell me and I’ll do it.

Nothing is going to convince me

you’re my hero whisking me away to safety.

You put a camera in my computer.

I didn’t put a camera in your computer.

I found the one your "boss" installed.

Why would you even look for a camera

if you didn’t know there was one there?

Because nothing added up about your new boss.

You promised I could tell you what was wrong when I was ready.

So, either you lied about that, or you’re lying about this.

You couldn’t tell me what you didn’t know was a problem.

I won’t apologize for protecting you, Amy.

Not then and not now.

Let’s get out of here before someone else finds you.

And if I say no?

Will you walk away?

Raw and honest, baby. No matter what.

So no, not now.

Not when I fear for your safety.

So, you’re telling me you came here to kidnap me.

Call it what you want,

but I’m not leaving here without you.

Amy?

Everything all right?

Sorry, Katy, I was catching up with...

An old friend.

We have customers, and some of yours are getting pretty angry.

You need to get back to work.

Actually...

Amy’s resigning, effective immediately.

That should cover the checks for her tables tonight,

and leave you a generous tip for you picking up

on such short notice.

Oh...

Well...

Sorry to see you go, Amy, but...

I get it.

Let’s get out of here.

I’m going to get my bag.

Fuck.

Hey, get back on the floor.

What are you doing in here?

Running isn’t working anymore, Amy.

You need to realize that.

Let go.

Never again, baby.

That’s right, never again.

You threw money at the truckers.

You threw money on the table.

You throw money at everything.

Well, I’m not for sale,

so if you’re chasing after me

I must mean more money to you in some way.

What do I have that you want? I’ll give it to you.

Just let this end.

I don’t need money,

and you don’t have any for me to want anyway.

- No, but... - But what?

My father was a famous archeologist

who dealt with priceless artifacts.

That means money.

Your adopted father, Alex, had money, too.

He could have a connection to my father.

What the hell connection could he have to your father?

The pyramids.

Alex was never interested in them.

So if this is about the pyramids, it’s about me.

And my interest is in improving my craft

and understanding what no one else does.

It’s my way of making me better.

Just me, Amy.

Not Alex.

And neither Alex nor I need money.

Money wants more money, just like lies breed lies.

I can’t afford to trust you.

Right now I don’t care if you trust me.

Because I’m not the only bidder on your location,

I was just the highest.

And when you were in the kitchen, I got a phone call.

Someone else gave you up.

We need to get out of here, now.

Liam...

I’ve got you.

Get the door.

[thunder]

You shouldn’t be here.

I had to see you before I left.

I’ll see you in two weeks at UT Austin anyway.

Unless you seniors are above us freshmen.

Did I seem like I was above freshmen last night?

It’s one in the morning.

If my mom catches us, she’ll be furious.

Oh, she’s sleeping.

You said so when I called.

I also told you not to come.

[car approaching, door opens]

Hey, what are you doing?

I want to see who’s here.

Lara, be real.

It’s the middle of the night,

and your dad and brother are out of town.

It’s a booty call.

My mother is not cheating on my father.

If you say so.

Go back to Austin, Luke.

You told me it wouldn’t be like this.

You said...

Don’t touch me!

Get in.

- Don’t. - Let go!

She needs my help.

She doesn’t need help.

She’s getting naked with that man.

She slapped him!

You didn’t hear his reply?

He said he’d fuck her until she apologizes,

- just like last time. - No.

No. That can’t be.

Lara, you’re not watching this.

Luke...

No!

Where am I?

Easy, baby.

You blacked out for twenty damn minutes

and scared the hell out of me.

Is that normal?

Do you always black out that long?

If only I would’ve done something that night.

If only I would’ve told someone, or...

What night? Told who what?

You shouldn’t have looked for me.

I should have found you sooner.

There are so many whys with you,

and you have yet to give me answers that make sense.

Nothing about us has made sense from the moment we met.

[phone vibrates]

And yet it makes perfect sense.

Liam, we’re almost there.

Who is he, Liam? Where are we going?

His name is Tellar Phelps.

He handles security for me when I need him.

Translation: you hired him to find me.

And to protect you.

Strangers don’t make me feel protected.

Where are we going?

Nowhere if we don’t move now.

The weather’s getting dicey.

We have air clearance, but that can change at any time.

Where are we going, Liam?

We’re going to get the hell out of here,

before whoever else paid to find you in that diner

catches up to us.

Who?

Who else is trying to find me?

Don’t think I haven’t been trying to find out.

Let’s get out of here while we still safely can.

You okay?

I’ll get you a blanket.

I need to know where we’re going, Liam.

I need to know where you’re taking me.

You were right the first time.

Where we’re going.

By your choice.

I want it to be yours.

Until I don’t choose what you want me to do.

If you mean that I won’t let you hitchhike across the country

and end up dead, you’re right.

Mr. Stone?

The weather reports show another system moving through.

If we leave now, we have a path to bypass it.

We’ll sit down and buckle up.

- We need to... - Where, Liam?

Where are you taking me?

Where I can protect you.

Which is where?

My home.

New York?

Yes. New York.

No. I can’t go back there. I left there for a reason.

No one will ever know you’re there.

Mr. Stone, I must insist you sit.

Let go.

Don’t make me tie you up,

because if that’s what it takes to keep you here, I will.

Who are you in all of this?

Just a man who cares.

Why?

I care. It’s that simple.

Nothing in my life is that simple.

I am.

You are anything but simple.

Well then, let me make at least one thing simple.

Anyone who wants to hurt you has to go through me first.

I need... more.

I wanted to wait until we were alone and you felt safe,

but I can see that to ever get to that point,

you need to know what I know.

So, here are the facts.

I knew you were running scared, and I didn’t trust your boss.

You were clear on that.

And I was clear when I said not to look into my background.

Your boss doesn’t exist beyond paper, Amy.

I told you not to dig.

So you knew he wasn’t real.

But you didn’t know about the camera.

You couldn’t have,

or you wouldn’t have accused me of installing it.

Interestingly, your fake boss was the person

who set up the Amy Bensen identity.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Yes, you do.

Amy Bensen has no school photos,

no connections of any sort.

She doesn’t even have fingerprints on file.

But did you know that Jasmine Heights, Texas

has an abduction protection program that fingerprints kids?

You were fingerprinted in kindergarten.

What?

Yes. You were... or rather, Lara Brooks

was fingerprinted in kindergarten.

But she supposedly died in a house fire six years ago.

That’s what it says on your death certificate.

[Chad] Amy!

Mom?

[Chad] You have to jump!

[woman screaming]

Damn it, I knew I should have waited.

It’s going to be okay.

You’re not alone anymore.

Were you involved?

Tell me if you were involved.

Good or bad or right or wrong, I have to know.

No.

God no, Amy.

Then tell me...

Who is making my life hell?

I’m going to find out.

So, even with all your money and your power,

you still have no answers.

I will.

No. No.

If you are what you seem to be...

What do I seem to be?

Good.

Then you have to stay out of this.

You don’t know what you’re involved in.

Do you have any idea what you’re running from?

Death, Liam.

I’m running from death.

You think they don’t know what you’re doing?

You think they won’t be watching you to find me?

You ran... to protect me?

I was too weak to protect you.

I kept telling myself to leave...

But you were...

We were...

I just, I couldn’t.

You are not weak.

You’ve been through hell and survived,

and you’re going to keep on surviving.

We are not going to die.

- You don’t... - I do know what.

We will get through this.

♪