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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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