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Replica.

Yes, I thought so.

How old?

About a century.

Right on the mark.

But then, you are your
father’s daughter.

Yes.
Yes, I am.

Why were you holding it?

Why did you bring it over
here while I was sleeping?

A walk down memory lane.

Alex collected daggers
from all over the world.

I bought it for him when
I was in Egypt,

but never had the chance
to give it to him.

I keep it close,
like I do his memory.

You were living in
that regret this morning.

I was reminding myself that
regret is a disservice

to those we love
and who love us.

It leaves no room
to celebrate their life

and the memories
we have with them.

And last night was
quite the memory.

[doorbell rings]

That’ll be the breakfast
I ordered.

I’ll meet you in the kitchen.

We’ll eat and I’ll give you
a tour of your new home.

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This isn’t my home, Liam.

I want it to be.

I hope you want it to be.

My family is dead.
Someone killed the P.I.

My being with you is like

painting a bullseye
on your forehead.

I won’t let that happen to you.

Come sit and let’s eat.

You can’t dismiss my concern.
It’s real.

And we’ll deal with it.

After you eat.

I hope you like gingerbread.

Evan’s next door
does breakfast all day.

And since they only do
these in November and December,

I admit to overindulging.

They smell wonderful,

but I find it hard to believe
you overindulge in anything.

I have few weaknesses.

Gingerbread pancakes.
Architecture.

And you.

My weaknesses would
include macaroni and cheese,

ancient history, and you.

Try the gingerbread.

Wow.

Evan’s is one of two
restaurants next door.

There are also several
high-end clothing stores

and a hair salon, as well
as several medical offices,

which have been been
around since I first met Alex.

And you moved in with him
after your mother passed

- and your dad...
- Abandoned me?

Yes.

Any chance you have
something carbonated?

My mother’s cure for
all stomach aches.

I had the restaurant
bring you some.

Good?

It’s perfect.

I thought sleep would restore
me to a hundred percent,

but I’m still not quite right.

You’ve been through hell.
Give it some time.

When we get done eating,

I thought I’d show you the rest
of Alex’s dagger collection.

There are some unique pieces
which might interest

the history lover in you.

I’d like that very much.

Do you collect as well?

Not my thing.

Alex spent a lot of time in Asia

where he acquired the interest,

as well as 75% percent of his
collection while living there.

What brought him to Asia?

Architecture.

They have tall buildings.

He wanted to master that craft.

Like you have.

Did you also study in Asia?

Alex insisted
I spend time there.

He wanted me to learn
from the best,

He never considered
himself to be that,

even though everyone else did.

But I didn’t go to Egypt
until a few years ago,

and I can prove it
with my passport records.

I didn’t ask.

But you should.

After knowing what
you’ve been through,

you should suspect everyone.

Like when you ran when
you heard that conversation

between me and Derek.

I don’t ever want you to
doubt me like that ever again.

You have no idea
how much the thought

of you being the enemy
crushed me.

I’m not the enemy.

I want to be able to talk to you
about Egypt, the pyramids,

and anything you want
or need to talk about

without creating fear
and doubt in you.

I’d like that.

I’ve spent so long trying
to block it all out.

I think that’s why
the flashbacks started.

I need to start reconnecting
to my past.

My family was everything.

We traveled all together
until I was in high school,

mostly Egypt and Africa.

I did my work from dig sites.

Working with my father,
who was passionate

and absolutely brilliant

was one of the most amazing
experiences of my life.

That’s how I felt about Alex.

My mom always said
I was a great student.

She said I’d get my work
done fast and right

so we both could get back
in the dirt.

If it worked so well,
what changed it?

My father wanted me
to have a normal childhood.

With like a prom
and all that fluffy stuff

I was supposed to want.

So my mother and I stayed behind

while he and my brother went off

to conquer the world beyond.

Did you enjoy the period
of being a normal teenager?

I tried, but I always
kind of felt like a castaway.

There wasn’t even a museum
in Jasmine Heights

for my mom and I
to volunteer at.

What is it?

Nothing, I...
Just remembering something.

My parents arguing
about us staying behind.

Your mom didn’t like it either?

It was tough to keep
the family apart.

You should try and eat more.

I’m not a six-foot-two man.
I don’t need to eat that much.

[beeping]

That will be Derek coming
through the security entrance.

He’s having his sister shop
for you for anything you need.

Why don’t you make a list?

I’ve been staying at rat trap
hotels and hitchhiking.

I’m good with whatever.

You’re not there anymore, baby,
and you never will be again.

But you’re right.

Don’t make a list.

I’ll tell her to shop
freely and frivolously.

Oh, good grief.
I’ll make a list.

No list.
I’ll handle it.

[gasps]

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Are you kidding me?

You can’t leave again this soon!

Is there another woman?

Is that why you won’t
take us with you now?

There is no other woman.

I’m just protecting you.

It’s not safe for you and Lara.

What does that mean?!

The less you know, the better!

Amy?

Are you okay?

[coughing]

Holy hell, woman.

Go away, Liam.

More ginger ale?

Yes, please.

I’ll be right back.

Here.

Easy. You’ll make
yourself sick again.

Here. Lie down.

What are we looking at?

[chuckles]

You have a very nice ceiling.

We need to talk about this.

It’s just stress.

We didn’t use a condom.

I took a test.
It was negative.

When?

A few weeks ago.

I’m going to have a doctor
come over and see you.

No. No one else
involved with me or us.

I don’t want anyone
else getting hurt.

I’ll take precautions.

We’re gambling with someone’s
life by involving them in mine.

We’re not gambling with
your life,

and potentially
our unborn child’s.

Can you make it to the bed?

I can walk.

So can I.

You need to rest.

I don’t need rest.

I need my computer back
from the motel

with all my research on it.

Tellar’s man got your
things from the room.

They should be here
this afternoon.

I put weeks into that work.

I have stacks of
research as well,

and it’s yours to look at.

After the doctor checks you out.

Everyone close to me dies, Liam.

I can’t lose a child.

I’m calling for the doctor.

Blood pressure’s good.

But mine won’t be if you
keep pacing behind me.

Out.

I’m staying.

You leave or I leave.

I’m the doctor, and I insist
all of my patients have privacy.

I’m perfectly fine.

I’ll be right outside
if you need me.

Liam tells me
you’ve been having blackouts.

There are triggers I’m aware of,
and acupuncture helps.

They’re more like flashbacks
to a terrible time in my life.

I get pressure in my head
and I see spots,

and then everything
just goes black.

How often?

I went years without
any at all, but lately...

a couple a day.

Well, that’s not good,

especially if you
think you’re pregnant.

It limits our testing abilities
and medications options.

I’ve had CAT scans and MRIs.
They’ve showed nothing.

How long ago?

Years.

Well, that’s too long ago.

You said they went away
and came back?

A stress trigger
set them off again.

Really.
I know what’s wrong.

I just need to know
if I’m pregnant

and if the blackouts
can hurt the baby.

Did you try medications?

No, and I won’t.

Why?

I can’t risk my
thinking process being impaired.

I just need to know
about the baby now.

Fill it. I have a strip test
for immediate results.

Let me do the blood draw first.

It’s Friday, and I
want to get them to the lab

so we have them on Monday.

No. No lab.

Nothing is done in your name.

Discretion all the way.

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Well?

It’s positive.

I live next door.

If you need an ear or a friend...

Thank you.

I...

Thank you.

The "stress trigger"
she mentioned...

Now is not a
good time for stress.

I know.

More than ever,
peace of mind is a must.

I’ll show you out.

♪

I was told to leave New York.
We have to leave New York.

We have to go anywhere but here.
And then I need answers.

I have to make this end.
I have to.

We, Amy.

You’re not alone anymore.

And who told you to leave?

The same person who saved
my life six years ago.

Which is who?

I don’t know.

So tell me about this stranger,
and why you trust this person.

After the fire, I was in the
hospital when I got the call.

He, whoever he was, he told me
that I would die too

if I didn’t leave right then
and meet him out back.

And you did?

I was 18 and in shock.

I know, baby.

My parents were murdered.

Why do you say that?

There were
weird things going on.

What weird things?

I thought one or both of my
parents were having affairs.

And then my brother had hinted
at some kind of trouble,

but he told me I couldn’t
handle knowing the details.

When was that?

The week of the fire.

So you met this stranger
in the hospital parking lot,

and then what?

He gave me money, and passports,
and written instructions.

I was only with him
for five minutes,

then he put me in a cab and
I never saw him again.

Could you identify him?

It was dark out.

What kind of instructions
did he give you?

I stayed at a hotel in
Austin for a few days,

and then there was a package
that was delivered

with an airline ticket and...

my new identity.

Amy Bensen?

No.

Right before I met you,
I had foolishly decided

that I was off
everyone’s radar and

could try to
rebuild a happy life.

So, I took a job at
a museum because...

well...

I know why.

Go on.

The night I met you,

I’d received a note that said
I’d been noticed,

and that I had to run again.

How do you know the same
person contacted you?

Everything was handled exactly
the same as the first time.

And...

And what?

He had a tattoo, and he told
me any communication from him

would have
the exact same symbol.

And the note did?

But the symbol was missing from

all the communications
after that.

And I was promised money
for support that never came.

I think something
happened to him.

I think he’s dead, Liam.

He has to be dead.

I need to see all of the notes.

They’re with my things
at the motel.

Yeah, Tellar.
I need an ETA on Amy’s things.

I need them now.

He’s on his way.

There are memories
coming back to me.

If I go back to Texas,
I’ll remember more.

Absolutely not.

It’s too dangerous.

I’m sick of being
the hunted, Liam.

I want to be the hunter.

And damn it, I want to
say goodbye to my family.

I didn’t even get
to go to their funerals.

Not now, baby.

When it’s safe.

I can’t wait any longer
for this to end.

I can’t have a baby like this,
I can’t.

It’s true then?

You’re pregnant?

I...
I thought Dr. Murphy told you.

No.

Tell me.

I want to hear it from you.

I’m pregnant.

We’re pregnant,
and that’s why I...

You’re having my baby.

Yes.

Liam?

You’re right.

You want to leave New York,
You got it.

We’re leaving.
We’re going someplace far away.

What? No.

Staying invisible while we hunt
for my hunter,

that’s what works.

Disappearing isn’t a solution.

I’m getting you as far
underground as I can get you.

Let’s talk about this.

We’ll talk when you’re hidden.

I understand why
that’s your first reaction

to me being pregnant,
but it isn’t the answer.

We can’t just raise
a child in hiding

like some kind of animal.
I won’t let that happen.

You having the baby and
being safe while doing it

is what’s most
important right now.

Ending this before our
child becomes a target

is what’s most important.

I just want this to end.

I’ll end this, Amy.

You and our baby are gonna be
off someplace safe when I do.

You mean you’re gonna
take over my life,

rather than trying to let me be
in control of it again myself.

[doorbell rings]

You are carrying my child.

We’re doing this my way.

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Hi.

Don’t mind if I do.

You didn’t leave me much
to wash it down with.

- Thank you.
- I need more than cookies.

I worked up an appetite
hauling those shopping bags

that Derek’s sister gave me
to supply your closet.

You shouldn’t have involved her.

I don’t want
to put her in danger.

My sister going on
a shopping spree

is just another day of the week.

Believe me, nothing
looks suspicious about it.

Your things from the motel room.

Why didn’t you bring
my backpack?

Backpack?
There was no backpack.

There was.

Not what you expected?

Everything I told you
in the room, all my notes,

the weeks and weeks of
research into my past.

It’s gone.

We’ll re-create
your research with ours.

Maybe we already have.

We can’t re-create the messages
I told you about.

Shit.
I’m sorry, Amy.

My man said nothing
looked disturbed.

He assumed that he was
the first one to get there.

We’ve been tracking
the PI’s activity

before we came
in contact with him.

We’re hoping that’s
gonna lead to answers.

It’s not your fault.

Not keeping everything on me...

obviously that was a bad call.

- Hey, it’s okay.
- It is not okay.

Stop saying that
everything is okay.

We could have used those notes
to track down my handler.

[Tellar]
Handler?

It’s what I call the stranger

who helped hide me
the first time.

The one with the tattoo?

I trusted you with
that information. Just you.

His cousin works for the feds.

We can run it through
the government’s database

and see if it gets any hits.

If we had the letters, I could.

But now, I don’t.

Can you draw it?

I can, but I’ve researched it
in libraries and online.

I haven’t found
anything like it.

That’s pretty close.

The only thing similar
between this tattoo and mine

is the triangle.

There is no connection,
and this means nothing to me.

You know that, right?

I know.

Okay, then.
Means nothing to me either.

Ditto, but we’ll see what
my cousin has to say.

Did you bring those papers
I asked you to bring?

Give them to Amy.

Travel records between
me and Alex.

I want you to see there
is no connection

between us and your family.

Liam, I didn’t ask for these.

You didn’t have to.

And you don’t have to ask
to look at the research

we did on your life.
It’s your life.

We made a list of everyone that
could be connected to you

and your family, and looked
for anything suspicious.

There was nothing that connects
the dots for us,

but there might be for you.

I hope so.

I...

[echoing] Couldn’t connect
the dots on anything

but you might be able to...

You might be able to...

Amy?

[Amy] There was a boy who
lived next door to me in Texas

named Luke Miller.

He was with me one night

when my father and brother
were out of town.

It was midnight,
and we were standing

by the porch when this black
sedan pulled into the driveway.

My mother raced out the door
and down the steps.

She never saw us.

We hid at the side of the house

and listened as she argued
with the driver.

Don’t touch me!

Get in.

What were they arguing about?

I don’t know.

Their voices were muffled.

But based on their body language

and the emotional context
of the conversation...

I think there was something
personal between them.

Listen to your instincts, baby.

They haven’t failed you.

My instincts tell me that
I need to talk to Luke Miller

and find out what
he saw that night.

I didn’t see the man’s face.

When Luke left,
he went around the driveway

It’s possible he saw it.

Miller. Miller.
I remember that name.

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What does that mean?

Let’s go talk upstairs, Amy.

He’s dead, isn’t he?

He’s dead because of me
in some way. Just tell me.

Six months after
your house fire,

he was killed in a car accident.

That wasn’t an accident.

I was a complete asshole,
I know.

But after what we just
learned in that kitchen,

you have to see that
Texas is a death wish.

I won’t let you get yourself
and my baby killed.

Our baby, Liam.

Just like "we" and "together"

doesn’t mean you
treating me like property.

You can call me yours when
you learn the difference.

Even your neighbor is dead.

That opened my eyes.

You’re mine, and that, to me,
means to protect you.

Saying I’m yours
doesn’t make it so.

Are you sure about that?

Yes.

♪

You’re not alone,
and you’re mine.

If you don’t know those things,

I haven’t been clear enough,
but I will.

Right here.
Right now.

Mine.

♪

Hold them there until I tell
you that you can move them.

Why would I do that?

It’s your choice.

It’s always your choice.

You said we were doing
everything your way.

That’s not a choice.

I said that I won’t let
you get yourself killed.

You’re right.
That isn’t a choice.

I need you, baby.

I need you alive and well,

in my bed and in my life.

The idea of losing
you is torture.

You aren’t my property.

You’re the woman
who changed me in ways

I don’t fully understand.

You’re right.
We do need each other.

I need you, Liam, but...

No buts.
Say it again.

I want to hear you say it.

I need you, Liam.

You are everything.

Liam...

I...

[moans]

About earlier...

- It’s okay.
- No.

No. It’s my turn now to say
it’s not okay.

I was an asshole.

You were worried,
and you’d just been handed

a VIP invitation to fatherhood
that you hadn’t planned for.

A VIP invitation to be a
better man than my father.

Oh, Liam...

When I was a kid,

my father would get drunk
and beat my mother.

For years, I was the child
hiding in the closet

while he played monster.

I’d shout and try to hit him,

but my mother begged me to stop.

I was only eight, and
she was sure that I’d be hurt.

Thankfully, the SOB disappeared.

Then when I was 13,
he came back for a night

and my mother let him in her
bed, to wake up to a beating.

I was already
six foot tall, and...

I punched him.

Hard.

What happened?

He left.

The end.

And that’s where I was at today,

when I said it was
going to be my way.

Back then I knew standing up
to my father was right.

I know that hiding you well
is the answer.

The only good thing
he ever taught me

was that I can’t do nothing.

I can’t ignore my own instincts.

We can’t go to Texas.

I know.

But we can’t raise
a child in hiding,

looking around every corner.

I know.

I know you can’t live
your life that way.

We’ll figure it out.

So where does that leave us now?

Moving just to move
is too dangerous.

That means more
people to see you,

and more chances to be found.

And that’s dangerous when
there’s a ransom on your head.

We’ll stay here a few days,

we’ll get our ducks in a row,

and then we move.

Where?

Asia.

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