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(Screeching)

CLAIRE: The accident.

It wasn't your fault.

I had to do it.

How do you know my name?

I know where you live, I know what you do for a living.

And I know there are people looking for you.

WILL: (On answering machine) I'm really sorry,

this whole thing got a little crazy,

but we'll reschedule, okay?

I love you, sweetheart.

Anna.

WILL: (On answering machine) Bye.

You said he didn't call.

WILL: (On phone) It's me.

Will, who else have you contacted and who else knows

you're alive?

Just you.

Marjorie, your husband is working

for some very bad men.

This is not my husband.

This is not Alex Maze, who the hell is this guy?

The people on this list, they don't know this is coming.

Trust me on this one, I need that level of protection

to get this done.

Will, Will--

And that way I could just focus I'll have protection

and get the job--

Get in the car.

You're not gonna shoot me.

(Gunshot)

(Screeching)

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(Birds chirping in distance)

(Playing piano)

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Can you try playing something a little more upbeat, sweetie?

We could use more positivity around here.

(Doorbell rings)

I'll get it.

Can I help you?

Ma'am.

Mrs. Scott, we're with the bureau.

FBI AGENT 1: We need a moment of your time.

Uh, Will Scott is your husband?

Ex, he was my ex-husband.

Has he attempted to make contact with you recently?

Excuse me?

Will's dead.

He passed away a few days ago.

You should know this.

Yes, ma'am, we are aware of the circumstances.

You haven't noticed anything suspicious

over the last few days?

How do you mean?

Has anyone you don't know tried to get in touch with you

over the circumstances of Will's passing?

Not that I'm aware of, why?

Has something happened?

Well, it's nothing for you to worry about, ma'am.

I do wanna stress however that this matter is very important.

If you have any information regarding your husband,

especially his whereabouts or people that

he was spending time with in the days

leading up to his death,

we would need to be notified immediately.

Will and I divorced four months ago.

The only contact we've had since was during custody exchange

of our daughter.

Okay.

Well, if you can remember or think of anything suspicious,

please let us know.

Wait, but--

How will I get a hold of you?

I don't have your contact information.

We have yours.

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Glad you changed you mind.

To be honest with you, I didn't really have a choice.

I didn't come back 'cause I trust you,

I'm here because you're the only one left.

Right back at you.

Alright.

I'm listenin'.

What do you wanna know?

Tell me everything.

Well, I don't know everything, but I'll tell you what I know.

How's that?

(Sighs)

Okay.

I've been asked for this document for a while.

"Who are they?

What do they want?

Who are the targets?

What is the endgame?

And these people that are listed on the document,

are they implicated in this whole scheme

or are they victims?

And if they're victims,

then what have they done to be sought after?"

But most importantly,

"Who are the people behind all this?"

That sounds like a lot of questions to me.

What about answers, you have any of those?

I'm working on it.

Back when I thought that I was getting close to solving

a part of this mystery, you suddenly showed up.

(Chuckles)

Flipped the entire equation.

Nothing's been the same since.

Glad I could help.

So how did you find me?

I was following a lead and you just so happened to be there.

Where?

Phillip Washington.

Ring a bell?

I was there.

It was me who called the police when you were supposedly dead.

I am dead.

Did you happen to get a glimpse of them?

Not really.

By the time I got there, they were already loading

your body into a vehicle and they were gone

before I could make out the license plate.

So you have nothing, no clues, no information,

didn't even get a glimpse of them.

(Chuckles)

How'd you first discover the list?

It wasn't me.

Who was it?

My father.

Why don't we go and see him?

He's dead, Will.

They killed him.

I'm sorry.

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The guy I thought was my best friend

turns out to be a traitor.

He's now 6 feet under.

Can't even go home to my family, because my ex-wife and daughter

think I'm dead.

We have nothing.

Not even the list.

At least with that, we could try to understand

who's behind this mess.

Now we don't have it.

I have a copy.

Kurt was more than a colleague, he--

He was a friend.

And uh, he was one of the best.

I know it's the last thing you wanna think about,

but your family will be well taken care of.

In fact a generous payment has already been appointed, so...

Listen um...

if you need anything, this is...

my personal number.

So please uh...

don't hesitate to call me anytime.

Thank you.

Hey, champ.

What's your name?

Tommy.

Hello, Tommy.

Tommy, can you take care of your mom?

Attaboy.

Well, um, I'll be seeing you.

Come here.

We have to have a talk, okay?

Okay?

(Sniffles)

Everything's gonna be okay.

(Engine turns off)

(Taking deep breaths)

REES: Come on.

Let's go.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

You know what's wrong, Rece.

What are we even doing here?

We're here, 'cause our superiors ordered us to follow up

on a lead.

You call this a lead?

How am I supposed to ask this woman,

who's still in mourning,

if she's gotten any news from her recently deceased husband?

(Sighs)

I'll do it.

Let's go.

Come on.

(Car beeps)

(Sighs)

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(Doorbell rings)

Ms. Scott, I'm Agent Sauder,

this is my partner, Agent Greene.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

What is this?

Is my house the official FBI headquarters now?

Excuse me?

I just spoke with two of your agents

a few minutes ago.

Agents?

Yes.

Two agents, just like you.

They came by to ask me a few questions.

Since you're here, I will tell you again

my ex-husband, Will Scott, is dead.

No, I haven't seen him since and I don't expect

I'll ever see him again

unless the FBI believes in ghosts.

(Pops open bottle caps)

So this was your father's copy?

(Sighs)

(Clears throat)

I could never understand it, but I always saw it

as his death certificate.

Yeah.

Well, trust me, deciphering is my job

and this is by far the biggest head-scratcher

of my entire career.

(Sighs)

What makes it so complicated?

Okay, look at this.

Each individual line corresponds with someone's name

and a death date.

But for each line, I need to come up

with a different method of deciphering,

which means I have to come up with a different equation

for every name.

And I'm not even sure these are names.

All I'm sure of is these are dates,

they're not even in order, so...

There is no usable or discernible pattern.

But then how did you crack the first three names?

Well, for each line, I have to try dozens of equations

and crack each individual code separately.

Oh.

(Inhales sharply)

Sorry, help you if I was even remotely good at math.

What is your line of work?

I'm an interior designer.

When I wanna be.

(Indistinct chatter in background)

What's up?

Sir, are you certain that there are no other departments

besides us on this case?

I'm sure.

Is it CIA?

CIA has other things to worry about.

NSA?

We are the only ones on this case.

Then how do you explain two unknown agents landing

at Will Scott's house moments before we got there?

What about the fact they asked her

the exact same questions we were gonna ask?

To a T.

Sir, they asked her if she'd seen Will Scott

even after she reminded them that he was dead.

You get descriptions?

Uh, matches nearly half our staff.

The only descriptions that stood out was

one of the two detectives had a star tattoo

on their right hand.

So are we looking at a fifth column or--

Or our first direct contact with whosever responsible

for this list.

If I was them, that's a bold move.

One I-- I can't quite seem to crack is why Will Scott.

(Siren blaring in background)

(Sighs)

Past my bedtime.

And I think yours, too.

You're welcome to spend the night if you'd like.

I might take you up on that, thank you.

(Sniffles)

You make any progress?

Not really.

Just been going in circles.

All night.

(Smirks)

And this thing's a bitch.

Well, um, you should get some rest, huh?

Yeah.

By the way, I uh-- I found a few extra clothes.

It's-- it's all that I could find that was left

of my father's.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Uh, do you need anything else?

No.

No, I'm good.

Okay.

(Door opens and closes)

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(Sighs)

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

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(Knocks on door)

Can I come in?

Is everything alright?

Baby?

Leave me alone.

You can't stay mad at me forever, you know?

Mommy.

Yeah, baby.

Can you lie next to me just for tonight?

Of course.

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You know, you're not the only one

who's been having a hard time falling asleep.

It's been hard for me, too.

(Sniffles)

Why does daddy's parents don't come to see us?

Well...

you know daddy's parents are very old.

Sometimes when people get old,

their bodies can tend to get weak.

And you know they're all the way out in Oklahoma,

so unfortunately, they've gotten so weak,

they can't come visit us.

Well, why don't we go visit them?

That's a great idea, sweetie.

Would you like that?

ANNA: Yeah.

Okay, soon.

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I know, I'm sorry to bother you so late, it's just--

Listen, uh, things aren't good here.

No, I'm not putting the full blame on you.

Whenever you tip, the blood is there

and God knows if I didn't listen to you my agents

would still be alive.

I'm not trying to start a fight.

I want you to know what's going on here

over at the bureau.

Okay, people are asking questions

and I could get in a lot of trouble.

Look, Sal wanted to know if maybe there's something

you're hiding from me, because if there is--

No.

No, no, no!

Listen, calm down.

I-- I just--

(Chuckles)

You've been very hard to get a hold of

ever since the explosion

and I find the timing very convenient.

(Chuckles)

Okay.

Okay.

Well, I need to see you.

Tomorrow.

The same place.

Okay.

Good.

I'll see you then.

(Indistinct chatter)

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Dad?

I got nine dead agents now thanks to that warehouse tip.

A bad workman blames his tools.

That was your tip.

A risk I willingly took.

And a risk those agents paid for with their lives.

You know, I can't seem to shake this feeling of regret

like--

Like I did something bad like somehow this is my fault.

Robert, we don't always regret the bad things we do.

But sometimes, we regret the good things we do

with bad people.

(Siren wailing in background)

Is there something you're not telling me?

(Laughs)

That's insulting.

I need to know.

You're behaving as if we have no history.

I'm trying to solve a case.

(Sighs)

Did you know what was in that warehouse?

I knew enough that it was important.

Yeah, but did you know?

Robert, I want answers as much as you do.

Look, do you have any other information to help me

solve this or not?

That's why you wanted to meet?

Desperation is not a good look for you--

Come on, stop the power play, just answer my question!

Listen to me!

You have brought nothing to the table here

except old favors.

Don't forget that.

I give you a tip, it's because I want answers.

So just do your job.

If you do it right, we'll both get what we want.

Which is?

Peace of mind.

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Do you know a man named, "Will Scott"?

What do you mean you can't find a match?

The marking on the victim's prosthesis corresponds

with your hospital.

Your doctors underwent a surgery that the patient's had here.

So where are the files?

I never said that we didn't have a match.

Come again?

(Sighs)

We found a match, alright.

But that's not the issue.

Somehow we lost the file and I have no idea where it is

and we've been looking all over the place.

How is that possible?

I don't have the answer to that question, ma'am.

I'm a surgeon, not a records keeper.

Does the man's picture look familiar to you?

(Indistinct chatter in background)

(Gunshot)

(Woman screaming in background)

Get down!

No!

Get down.

Are you okay?

Yeah?

DOCTOR: Yeah, I think so.

Okay, stay down, stay down.

(Grunts)

Get down, get down.

Call 911!

(Taking deep breaths)

(Indistinct chatter in background)

Look, you're gonna be okay, alright?

You alright?

- SECURITY GUARD: Yeah. - Okay.

Freeze!

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(Car engine revs)

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Where's the doctor?

Where's Doctor Cotty?

(Taking deep breaths)

Have you seen the doctor?

(Taking deep breaths)

You're back.

I see you're wearing your new clothes.

Suits you.

Thank you.

I was worried.

I really don't think you should be roaming around

the city like this, it's not safe for you.

Where were you?

Just had to get out, get some air.

Dropped in on my daughter's school.

You have a daughter?

Just had to check on her, make sure she was okay.

You know, you could've put her life in danger, uh,

anyone could've seen you, you know--

I miss her.

And she's everything.

Without her, this-- I mean the whole world means nothing.

She's my little angel.

I mean she's tough, but she has a heart of gold like--

like I've never seen in another person before ever.

And she's the only thing keeping me go--

(Indistinct chatter in background)

What's wrong?

The prosthesis we found in Alex Maze's

upper-right shoulder turns out to be a dead end.

Heard back from the team at Hamon Orthopedic Center,

they don't have any numbers that match the serial number

we provided them.

Sounds like someone made sure

the records of Alex Maze's surgery

were erased before we could track 'em.

I really thought this lead would get us closer

to solving this case.

Instead, we've lost over a half a dozen agents

and now Kurt.

He was a good man.

Yeah, seemed like he was acting a little strange

before his accident.

What do you mean?

He was distracted, started keeping to himself,

and his suggestion that we look for the real Alex Maze,

that was bullshit.

I guess.

Kurt was never an introvert.

Somebody got to him.

Somebody scared him.

And-- and the sooner we verify the identity he was tailing

the night of his-- sooner we can--

we can solve this case.

We can just be done with this shit.

Be done with it!

Are you listening to yourself?

Nine agents have died on one single case.

That has to be an all-time low for the bureau.

We should be ashamed of ourselves,

we've barely made any progress.

Whosever behind this, they're playing us for fools.

I know that--

No, I have lost some of my closest friends on this case,

you don't talk to me about being done with it,

because this will never go away.

Hey, hey, hey.

I agree with you.

Rece, I'm with you.

Don't!

You think this isn't hard for me?

Rece, those were my best friends.

They were like family to me.

And you.

I care about you, Rece.

I want you to know I'm here if you need anything.

(Sniffles)

We should get back to work.

Okay.

(Indistinct chatter in background)

Have you seen Robert?

He was here earlier today.

Haven't seen him.

It's broken.

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We've been at this for hours, how about a dinner break?

No time.

Oh Scarlet, just give me something.

You need to eat.

What I need to do is crack this code.

Suit yourself.

I'm gonna order a pizza.

I just don't get it.

There are 2 million Scarlets in the United States.

Without a last name, we have...

(Will sighs)

Why don't you move on to the next one

and jump around a bit?

'Cause it's a person, Claire.

You don't just jump around.

This, this is our next victim.

How many names are on the list?

Well, if each one corresponds with a person, then 26.

Four of which are already dead.

(Sighs)

But the list primarily consists of Latin, Bubar, Pharoanic,

Ancient Arabic, some Chinese symbols.

Wait.

Here, these symbols, those are Mayan or Jakaltek

to be precise.

How do you know?

I've studied Mayan architecture a few years back.

How are you counting these?

Um, what do you mean?

CLAIRE: What numerical classifier are you using?

No, ugh.

What?

The l-- it's flat.

The list, it's flat.

What do you mean?

In the Jakaltek language, uh you need to use

a different numerical classifier when counting flat objects

than if you were counting round or other objects,

things, people.

(Typing)

What are you doing?

Just...

Okay.

W.

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T, you are a genius.

(♪♪♪)

Watkins?

Scarlet Watkin.

Bingo.

Okay, where do you live, Scarlet Watkins?

(Typing)

You have your own law firm in North Hollywood.

(Chuckles)

It's a start.

Let's go.

Could you just stop somewhere else on the way?

CLAIRE: Where?

Hey!

(Sighs)

I thought you quit.

I did.

I'm not starting up again.

Just the one.

Look, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have lashed out on you, I was--

(Sighs)

Nervous or angry, I should say.

Yeah, okay.

There's something you should know.

Should've told you sooner.

What's going on?

(Sighs)

You know, I paid a visit to the Orthopedic Center earlier.

And you told me that was a dead end.

Yes and no.

Care to elaborate on that.

Promise me, this stays between us.

(Scoffs)

I don't know who I can trust anymore.

I know I can trust you.

(Sighs)

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WILL: Okay, here we are.

Okay, so once we gain access to her cellphone,

we're gonna need everything, emails, text messages, pictures,

social media.

I just want everything on my desk in two hours.

If you guys can do that for me, that'd be all.

(Door closes)

What's the latest?

(Sighs)

Uh, we mapped out every possible whereabout

Will frequented to leading up to his disappearance.

Mainly from friends and family.

And?

REES: Nothing on that end.

We visited his old place and found out from his ex-wife

about him moving out a few months back.

Unfortunately, she didn't have the new address

and couldn't provide us that information.

And we used the database

of over 2 dozen real estate agencies

in Los Angeles linking the name, "Will Scott"

to rental agreements and the results are positive.

We have an address.

Alright, have you swept the place yet?

No.

Not as of yet.

Alright, let's go. Come on, right now.

I need you guys there, let's go.

Do me a favor, turn his place upside down.

Yes, sir.

I'm not lying, I swear I saw him!

Listen, Anna, I know this has been difficult for you,

it's been difficult for me, too.

But the sooner that you can accept the truth

about your father, the sooner you can start healing.

But I saw him.

Anna.

Listen, sometimes our minds can play tricks on us.

Especially in times of sadness.

It's okay for us to feel sad.

Because one day, we'll be able to smile

and be happy again when we think about

all the good memories we have with your dad.

It's just gonna take some time, baby.

How much time?

Well, that depends.

But I know talking about it definitely helps.

I just don't wanna talk about the sad things.

Okay.

We can talk about the good things.

Let's tell each other what we miss most about your dad.

Okay?

But the good things.

I'll go first.

I miss his laugh.

Your turn.

I miss the goofy eyes he would make at me sometimes.

Like this.

(Laughing)

Yeah, he was really good at those.

And pancakes.

Better than yours.

Hey, you.

Does this help?

Yeah.

LEAH: Good.

You know you can tell me things, right?

Anything.

Even if it sounds crazy?

LEAH: Even if it sounds crazy.

CLAIRE: Your daughter, she's cute.

Yeah, she is.

Why do we need that?

Just in case.

(Elevator dings)

Who's that?

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Okay.

Emergency exit out the back, let's go.

(♪♪♪)

That door was supposed to be locked.

Something's up.

Yeah.

(♪♪♪)

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Clear?

I'm good.

(Rece sighs)

This picture was up on the fridge.

Check this out.

Take a look at this.

(Sighs)

(♪♪♪)

I think we're back in business.

(Clicking)

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