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Previously on Touch...

Driven by profits and corporate greed,

it's a dystopian nightmare in the making, brought to you

by our good friends here at Aster Corps.

I need to talk to this guy.

You're a reporter. I am a reporter.

And I'm working on a story

accusing Aster Corps of criminal activity,

starting with attempted murder,

kidnapping, false imprisonment,

and the faking of the death

of at least one child.

I figured since Calvin Norburg

had turned against them, that maybe he could help me.

LUCY: This is my morning. I'm gonna start at the beach

and paper my way through the city.

My daughter is missing, Martin.

I'm gonna do whatever I can to find her.

Hi, Amelia. My name's Frances.

I'm gonna take care of you from now on.

You have lost your child? Yeah.

You will find her.

Right now the only way

that I can prove that Aster Corps

is doing this is to find Amelia alive.

NORBURG: Martin Bishop? Who is this?

Calvin Norburg.

I'll be in touch.

(birds singing)

Morning.

Good morning.

You've been staring at those boxes for 24 hours now.

Uh-huh. If you want, I could put them in the garage for you.

No... I should open them and go through them all.

I'm just trying to muster the courage.

I mean, 15 years.

All of Amelia's baby pictures, and every birthday party.

And I think even my marriage license is in there somewhere.

Mm. Once the house was sold,

I swear, he swept everything smaller than a couch into a box

and just shipped it off.

You'll get to it when you're ready.

Hey, buddy.

Dude.

You know...

he should probably start school soon.

There's that one a few blocks away

where his friend Soleil goes.

(laughing): You're kidding, right?

No, I'm not kidding.

You saw how happy he was on the playground, and you always say,

when Jake points you in a direction, there's a reason.

He wanted to make a friend. He can't go to a public school.

He wouldn't blend in.

LUCY: Oh, yeah. You mean the haircut.

That would be a problem.

MARTIN: No, not the haircut.

Look, we can't just tell people how to find us.

People will know where we are.

Hey, buddy... Jake, that's not your stuff, sweetheart.

LUCY: No, no, it's okay.

You know what? He's just trying to help.

I'm going to walk over to that coffee place.

industrial caffeine I need some

all this stuff. to get me through

Uh-huh. Is that okay?

Yeah.

Fine. Come on, dude.

(phone chimes, door closes)

You really don't know who you're meeting?

I was told to wait on Lebanon, just off of Sixth.

When I meet him, I want him to really think I am a reporter.

One of the first things I did when I got to Los Angeles was

I started building a background profile for Martin Bishop.

Overseas stuff. Cairo News, Bahrain International.

Oh, you picked some real dogs.

Yeah, well, if I picked the London Times,

it would have been pretty easy to check. Look,

I need a credential, something current, to sell my cover.

Interesting. You need credentials, I need a reporter.

A real, top-level Martin Bohm writer.

You ready to jump back in?

What do you mean? Be published?

Two pieces a month, 300 words an article.

Any more than that is up to you.

Trevor, I haven't done this for 11 years.

Ah, it's like riding a bike.

I owe you.

Thanks.

(goats bleating)

WOMAN: About to cross the border now.

My plane leaves in three hours.

How are the boys?

They miss you terribly. MAN:

Passport?

on a puppy. Travel can be so rough

Especially Mike.

Aw. He is a sensitive soul.

Well, hopefully,

I won't be traveling so much in my next job.

I don't suppose any headhunters have called with any offers?

No, nothing yet.

How are you holding up?

Fine, though some strange things happened lately.

The phone in my hotel room--

I could swear it was tapped, and then,

my ATM card stopped working. yesterday,

Well, you know, it's-it's Pakistan.

Sometimes things don't work.

Yeah... Well, I'll be glad to be home.

With my boys and my man.

Please step out of the car.

What?

Out of the car now! Is there a problem?

(speaking native language) Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Oh!

MALLORY: What are you doing?! Mallory?

MAN: Shut up! Shut up! MALLORY: Okay! Wait! Mal?

Wait. Wait. What are you doing? (over phone): Mallory?

Stop! let me go!

Mallory?! Honey.

Let me go.

Let me go!

LUCY: This is crazy.

Every kid in the city's in school right now.

Notbeing in school is what makes you obvious.

If your dad's worried about you standing out,

he should put you in a crowd of 11-year-olds.

Am I right or what?

Jake. Jake?

Jake?

Where did you get this?

Where did you get this?

Hi. I'm sorry. Is there a problem?

Your son, he...

Take it.

I think he wants you to have it.

Take it!

I have to go.

You know what? This is gonna sound crazy,

but I need to ask you: Do you know a girl named Amelia?

She's 14 years old, and she has blonde hair.

Jake's been sort of guiding me to her, and I think

he's trying to tell me that you might know something.

I have to go.

Hey, Martin. MARTIN: Hey.

Vikash Nayar has arranged a meeting

with someone who has information

on Aster Corps. Look...

I don't know how long this is gonna take.

Can you and Jake meet me over

at BreakWire later this afternoon? Yeah.

No problem.

Wish me luck.

Martin Bishop?

Yeah.

Get in the car.

JAKE: From the smallest amoeba

to the grandest of galaxies,

we define ourselves by our borders.

Our boundaries.

I am me, therefore, I am not you.

We are safe within our territory.

But borders can be places of instability, of danger.

Cold fronts collide with warm.

Dynamic energy explodes.

I'm starving.

What do you want to eat, Jake?

JAKE: And yet...

it's at the edges, the frontiers between us,

where ideas are exchanged, where knowledge is gained.

I am me, but I must push past my borders

if I'm ever to truly know you.

I'm Martin Bishop.

I know who you are.

(gunshots)

Martin Bishop?

I'm Calvin Norburg.

*

Where are you taking me?

No, you can't do this! What are you doing...?

(panting)

You can't... No!

(grunts)

(Mallory panting)

What do you want from me?

I have money.

There's cash in my suitcase.

Who is your handler?

What?

Tell me the name of your handler.

Oh. Oh, there's been a mistake.

I'm just trying to leave the country.

Yes, I see you have left our country a lot lately.

Crossed the border five times in the last four months.

I'm in international sales.

I'm here on business.

Ms. Cane, this will go a lot easier for you

if you tell us what we want to know.

I'm telling you the truth!

I'm here on business.

I demand to see the American ambassador!

(chuckles)

Sure. We will fetch you the ambassador.

And a big juicy steak

and a bottle of beer...

as soon as you tell us what we want to know.

Who is your handler?

I don't have a handler.

I don't know what you want from me!

Wait... no, no... let me go!

Let me go!

(door slams shut in distance)

Sorry for the cloak and dagger stuff.

A lot of people are looking for me right now.

I'm very protective of my privacy.

We've met somewhere.

In an elevator,

in your lawyer's office building.

And in the parking garage.

You were running from security.

That's all right.

Being chased out of that building is a badge in my book.

Thought this would be

a good place for us to meet.

It's private.

Shooting helps me relax.

You like guns?

No, not really.

No? Why not?

Because I've seen what they can do.

The impact of a bullet on flesh.

Gets messy close up.

Gaza.

Read your résumé.

Pretty third rate stuff if you don't mind me saying.

And yet, you called me.

You rescued the father of a friend of mine--

my investor, Vikash Nayar-- he asked me to meet you.

And that's your only reason you agreed to see me?

Because I would have thought

that your friend would have explained to you

that I'm investigating Aster Corps for a story,

and that, because of your recent fallout with them,

I was hoping that you could give me some insight

into their inner workings.

And what are your impressions so far?

Aster Corps is one of the most powerful corporations

in the world,

and I believe they're involved in criminal activity.

I think they've engaged in murder, kidnapping

to get what they want,

and I think they'll stop at nothing

to destroy anyone who gets in their way.

You must feel like a pretty big target right now.

(Calvin sighs)

Yes.

"Yes."

Look, I get it, you don't trust me.

I underst... You know, the average person is lied to

up to 200 times a day.

You know that?

I worked on an algorithm

distinguishing lies from truths.

Turns out the truth is nearly impossible to calculate,

to digitize, but there are

some tells, obviously, like holding a steady gaze...

or keeping a steady arm.

Mr. Norburg, I'm a reporter.

I came here for a story.

If there's something you want to tell me, I'd like to hear it.

First we shoot, then we talk.

Today won't be a workday.

It's just a chance for us

to get to know each other.

I thought we could start the morning off

with a good book.

Have you read this one-- To Kill a Mockingbird?

No, but I know a lot about ornithology.

Birds have a preternatural

predictive instinct for weather.

Let's see if you like it.

"When he was nearly 13, my brother Jem got

his arm badly broken at the elbow."

Can I see it?

Sure.

Well, maybe

you'd like to look at that yourself for a while.

I can't believe this.

You stole this from that woman?

What were you thinking, Jake?

This does not belong to you.

This is not yours.

We need to get this back to...

"Vicente Corliss."

Building 1075.

Never do this, Jake.

I'm not kidding you.

What I'm doing is wrong.

Hear me?

Oh, my God.

Get your backpack.

We're going for a drive.

MARTIN: I just need to know what to look for and where to find it.

There's a building on the Aster Corps campus-- Building J.

Their most sensitive, classified files

are stored on the top floor--

Room 1075. Think you can get me up there?

Only a red-level pass card will gain access,

and mine's been deactivated.

There are a dozen more, 11 of which belong

to loyal Aster Corps lifers.

We wouldn't be able to pry it out of their cold, dead fingers.

But the 12th?

A project manager named Mallory Cane,

who I happen to know is disillusioned with the company.

If I ask, she'll lend us hers.

Where is she? I don't know.

She travels for them a lot in the Middle East.

So I need to find her.

I'm sending you the contact info.

(beeping)

Okay, I've got her information.

Why are you doing this?

Why are you helping me gain this kind of access?

And please don't tell me it's because I helped your friend.

When I left Aster Corps, they took all my research.

I want it back.

You can walk into that building, I can't.

So you need a third-rate journalist

to help you steal your files back.

Listen, we both need to be really, really careful.

Aster Corps knows a lot about a lot of things.

They probably know way more about you than you realize.

Okay.

We made it.

right on time. That must be him,

This is a suicide note.

My aunt-- this is her life savings.

How did you get this?

Uh...

we just met a woman this morning.

It must have fallen out of her purse.

Aunt Sofia.

I didn't even know she was in, in America.

Oh, so you've been out of touch?

And do you know this man?

This man killed my mother.

Four years ago, my mom and Aunt Sofia,

they shared an apartment in Santiago, Chile.

A man broke in.

He murdered my mother.

Sliced her throat.

My Aunt Sofia watched her bleed to death

on the kitchen floor.

I'm so sorry.

Sofia--

I tried reaching out, I-I called her a few times...

but she never forgave herself for what happened.

She and my mom were so close.

Identical twins.

My Aunt Sofia-- she was a bartender,

but my mother... Claudia,

she... she was a savant, she was a genius.

H-How do you mean "savant"?

She was an astronomer of this... this amazing insight.

She had no education, no training.

She would become quiet,

she wouldn't say a word for days and days,

and out of nowhere, she would draw this galaxy,

this cluster of stars,

and then she'd go out searching in the night sky

with her telescope, and she would find it.

I mean, it was like magic.

Her major discovery was the Corliss Comet.

She predicted its trajectory.

A comet, huh?

napkin, Jake? Still have that

Look familiar?

That-That's it-- the path of the Corliss Comet.

H-How did you know that?

Oh, uh, Jake here--

he sees things, too,

like your mom, like my daughter.

Look, uh,

it could take me 48 hours to get permission to leave base.

Please, you have to find my Aunt Sofia

before something terrible happens.

Okay.

This is a game of chance with a little skill thrown in.

It's fun.

I'll show you how to play.

So, what did you think of that book?

I prefer non-fiction, but I liked it.

You read the whole thing?

I liked the part where Scout says,

"You never really understand a person

"until you consider things from his point of view,

till you climb into his skin and walk around in it."

I don't remember that.

Page 177, 12 lines from the bottom.

So... first, I roll.

Five.

I take my piece and move it

five spaces.

Now you go.

No, honey... you have to roll the dice first.

That way...

Amelia...

did you know the dice would land on nine?

Your turn.

Could you move my piece for me?

Can you see this whole game, from beginning to end,

before we even start playing?

I'm gonna win.

Where are you taking me?

No, no, no! No, let me go!

(door clangs shut)

Some water, Ms. Cane?

I don't know who you think I am, but...

I swear to you,

I am only here on business.

If there is a problem, we'll sort it out.

Maybe you're right, maybe it's just a misunderstanding.

But I have to tell you,

if you're not completely truthful,

you'll be transferred to the Bannu prison.

Have you heard of Bannu?

It's not a good place.

No discipline.

Half the time, they lose the records of their prisoners.

Once they are admitted, some just...

poof-- disappear.

We are just a holding facility,

but once you are in Bannu...

I can't protect you anymore,

understand?

So...

help me sort this out.

I'll ask you some questions, and we'll get to

the bottom of this. I have nothing to hide.

Just ask me whatever you want,

and I'll tell you whatever you need to know.

Who is your handler?

(doorbell rings)

Sorry to bother you. I'm looking for Mallory Cane?

(grunting) Where is she?

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

They sent you. Where is she?

Where is my wife?

Where is she?

Tell me what they want! Who?

Aster Corps, you son of a bitch.

(grunting)

I'm-I'm sorry.

Look, I'm-I'm not who you think I am.

I'm a reporter. My name is Martin Bishop.

I'm investigating Aster Corps for alleged criminal activity.

A source of mine suggested that I talk to your wife.

(panting): I'm-I'm sorry. Here.

It's all right.

I just want to help you up. Come on.

(grunts) There.

Just breathe.

(panting) There you go.

Tell me what happened.

She... sh-she's been...

she's been working on a project

for about a year-- s-some...

sort of security program called T1

that the company sold to the Pakistanis.

But she found a flaw in it-- sh-sh-she realized that...

that innocent people

were gonna get hurt. What'd she do?

She went to her supervisor,

a-and then she threatened to go public,

and now she's sitting in a jail in Pakistan.

Have you spoken to the State Department?

Yeah, about nine times. They're "looking into it."

I need to see your wife's computer.

Look...

I could help you find her.

I think I can help you bring her home, but...

I need to see her computer. Please.

She has files on Pakistan, but...

they're mainly bills, invoices.

She's a-a project manager.

She works on all kinds of their

top secret programs. She's responsible

for keeping their books.

What's the Fibonacci Project? No idea.

MARTIN: Have you ever heard of

Adeline Danvers? No.

Why would Aster Corps be paying bills

to Children's Dentistry of Manhattan?

(quietly): Amelia...

(sighs)

I'm gonna need to print some of these files up.

Is that all right?

Here she is.

Claudia Corliss. "Slain genius,"

with a small but passionate following of astronomy geeks.

Looks like the real deal-- made some important discoveries.

Yeah, the Corliss Comet.

Now, this is interesting--

it has a cycle of 122 years.

But its closest proximity is tonight

and can only be viewed from the Northern Hemisphere.

Sofia's note said, "It all ends tonight."

Maybe she came to L.A. to see her sister's comet

once before she dies. Uh-huh.

Question is, where is she?

And where would she go see it?

Well, Griffith Observatory's closed,

but the Astraeus Society

has a powerful enough telescope,

and they are... Oh.

There's a viewing tonight, yeah, Tonight.

on the rooftop of their building,

just after sunset.

I will be there.

MARTIN: Ruben...

any luck with that program?

Give me five more minutes.

Hey. What happened? Hey. Take a seat.

I'm gonna need you to look at this.

It's important. Yeah?

"Adeline Danvers"?

That's their cover name for Amelia.

Look at these financial transactions--

all of them start the exact same day

that Amelia was allegedly killed, three years ago.

They covered everything--

hotels, transportation, health care.

Look, they even made payments

to the board and care facility that Jake

was staying at in New York City.

But, wait, why do the records stop?

Nothing for the last three weeks.

It all ends at Board and Care. I know, I know.

But she had to get to L.A. somehow.

They must've spent some money to move her.

Look, they might be using

different accounts to pay for this stuff,

but I don't think so.

I think they've lost her.

I don't think Aster Corps has her.

That would explain why Amelia

was walking on the beach alone.

(sighs)

So, if Aster Corps doesn't have her, who does?

That's what we need to find out before they do.

Well, Jake led me to this woman this morning--

Sofia Corliss. I know

it's connected to Amelia,

and I need to find her. Okay.

if you find anything out, you call me right away.

Got it. Thank you.

Hey, sweetheart.

I'm sorry. There's a lot of things going on right now.

What are you doing?

(phone rings)

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

Ms. Herrera, the principal

of Pacific Middle School. Who's this?

Martin Bishop. How can I help you?

What can I do for you, Martin?

I'm sorry. You called me.

No, my phone rang. You called me.

enrolled here? Do you have a child

(wry laugh)

No. Uh... not yet.

Look, we just moved into the area.

My son Jake is 11 years old, and...

...h-he's different.

He has special needs.

I'm not exactly sure that your school

is the right place for him. Um, uh...

to be honest with you, I'm not sure

he's even ready yet. Well, why don't you have

Jake come by for a half-day tomorrow,

and we'll see how it goes.

Tomorrow?

School starts at 8:50.

I'm glad you called.

I'm glad you called.

Thank you very much.

So you want to go to school, huh, buddy?

I'll think about it.

Jake, I said I'd think about it.

Martin...?

Yeah.

What do you got? This program Mallory Cane was working on, T1,

Aster Corps developed it for Pakistan.

Sole function is to profile terrorists.

How's it work? It collects huge volumes

of data on everyone crossing their borders--

travel patterns, contacts from their phones,

locations from their GPS.

Crunches it all down and spits out names.

Uh, there's chatter on the Web that it casts too wide a net.

Claims of innocent people being snagged,

but nothing you could verify.

You have anything on her current status?

The Pakistan security network's

locked down pretty tight, but...

there is an illegal Web site that captures

Pakistani communications and leaks it.

A transfer order was just posted.

She's set to be moved about an hour from now

from the border to some place called Bannu.

Oh, no. D-Do you know it?

Yes, if she's transferred to Bannu Prison,

we'll never find her again. She'll just disappear.

Hold on.

(dialing)

Hey, this is Calvin. (over phone):

Leave me a message.

Calvin, it's Martin. I need to meet with you again.

It's urgent. Half an hour, same place.

(sighs)

(typing furiously)

Pizza's here.

(keys clacking)

(horn honking)

Sofia?

Hey!

(horn honking) Hey!

Hey! Stop!

Sofia, stop! Sofia!

Don't! Stop!

(horns honking)

Slow down!

Don't!

(horn blaring) Stop! Sofia!

Hey!

(grunts)

Come on!

(crying) Shh, shh, okay.

Hey! Hey! Sofia.

Look at me-- you're okay.

You're okay.

Here...

Hey!

'Scuse me! Stop!

You're gonna get yourselves killed out here! Please...

please, we need a ride.

LUCY: Come on.

Get in.

Thank you. Where are we going?

Uh, I have a car-- it's on the other side of the highway.

It's okay.

It should have been me.

Hey.

Listen to me.

Sofia, there's a reason that I found you.

You weren't meant to die.

Okay?

You don't understand.

It was my fault.

He should've killed me, not my sister.

(sighs)

CALVIN: She's in Pakistan?

Yeah, they picked her up at the border.

They threw her in a cell. In about an hour,

they're gonna transfer her to Bannu Prison.

They flagged her because of a program called T1?

I know all about T1; I helped design the damn thing.

Aster Corps is using T1 to set her up.

Well, can you shut it down? No. But with some luck,

I can probably jam it, keep it offline for an hour,

maybe two.

But there's another problem.

That flag will disappear from her name,

but nobody'll know that unless someone inside Pakistan

runs her back through the system.

Okay, you get to work on jamming the program.

I'll see if I can get a message through.

If we can't get her out, maybe we can at least bribe somebody

to get us her passcard.

No, no, we have to get her out.

We're bringing her home.

(phone rings) Martin.

contact that can help me Hey, Trev, I need a local

get a message through to a Pakistani government official.

You got anyone? Yeah, there's a man in L.A.

named Nazim Farzat-- no official post,

but, well, he's the man for back-channel access.

but I'll send you his info. He's a little hard to reach,

Thanks.

I got to run this down.

Keep me up to date.

(crickets chirping)

I told everybody--

the police, my nephew--

that the killer broke in...

but that was a lie.

(wry laugh): I met him at my bar.

I invited him home.

And he was charming and so...

intellectual.

He talked to me about science,

about the stars and the planets.

I felt smart, like my sister.

Hey, hey, you can't blame yourself.

You're not the first woman to be fooled

by a charming man, believe me. (sniffles)

Once he was inside, everything changed.

Suddenly he became violent,

and I realized he was there to kill me.

But I don't think he was expecting a fight.

I grabbed sewing scissors,

and I stuck him in the side of the neck.

Then Claudia came home.

Poor Claudia.

(voice breaking): She was so sweet...

so sensitive.

She had no idea how to take care of herself.

He turned his focus on her and...

...it didn't take long.

I tried to attack him, but he punched me hard

and I fell.

He slashed her throat...

and just walked out the door

with that scissors still stuck in his neck.

I am so sorry.

That is... a horrible memory.

I can only imagine.

Hey...

(sniffles) Your nephew...

Vicente, he's worried about you.

You saw Vicente?

How is he?

He's good. He misses you.

He loves you.

You're the only family he's got.

I can't face him.

His mother is dead when it should have been me.

N-No, no, I-I-I... I've been thinking about this

and I-I wouldn't be so sure.

So, the man, right?

He talks to you about astronomy.

You look exactly like her.

He meets you in the bar, and he works his way into your home.

Maybe he was targeting Claudia the whole time.

Maybe he thought you were her.

But why would someone want to kill Claudia?

I don't know.

I'm sorry you chose not to cooperate.

It's a four-hour drive to Bannu.

The van will be ready in a few minutes.

No. No, no, no, no.

No, listen to me. Listen to me, please.

You can't do this!

(door closes, echoes from distance)

(panting)

(rings doorbell)

(rings doorbell)

Damn it.

Hello?

Mr. Farzat?

Mr. Farzat, please,

I need to speak with you-- it's an emergency!

(quietly): I don't think he can hear me.

Mr. Farzat, please?

(indistinct police radio communication)

Mr. Farzat?

MARTIN: Wait, it's not what it looks like.

Freeze! Freeze!

Wait! Wait!

Wait, please, I just want

to speak to the owner of the house.

Just keep your hands still.

What's all this? Under control, sir.

Go on inside. Mr. Farzat, please, I came here to ask you

to make a call to Pakistan for me. The police are on their way.

Mr. Farzat, please.

There's an innocent woman being transferred to Bannu prison.

Please, you can help me save her life.

NAZIM: Wait.

(guard speaks native language)

Where are you taking me? (shouts)

No! No, you can't do this!

Please! Please!

(guard grunting)

MARTIN: I packed some sliced carrots

for Jake as a snack.

Now, he'll have to line them up

in a specific pattern before he eats them.

Also, also, please, show him where the water fountains are.

And he won't know to raise

his hand if he's thirsty, so he might just get up

and walk out. He'll be fine, Mr. Bishop; it's only a half-day.

One last thing: I-I put a cell phone in his backpack.

If there's any kind of a problem, all you have to do

is press one, it'll dial me directly.

If he... He'll be fine, Mr. Bishop.

(bell rings) We'll see you at noon?

Yes.

Thank you.

Jake! Hey! Come on!

Bye, Jake!

He'll be fine, Mr. Bishop.

Really.

JAKE: We cross borders,

explore new frontiers...

frontiers of the heart,

frontiers of the soul...

...and if we're lucky,

we come home again,

having learned great lessons about our shared destiny.

For the purpose of our travels,

both inward and outward,

is not merely to see the unseen,

but to bring those visions home...

to share with those we love.

(no voice)

Maybe the goal of parenting is to become obsolete.

I read that book, too.

So, what do you think our next move is?

We know they've been documenting her as "Adeline."

Hopefully, when we get into Aster Corps,

we'll get some real answers. Yeah, but do you trust this guy?

Calvin?

No.

(phone ringing) But maybe I don't need to.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Great news. CALVIN:

I just spoke to Mallory Cane.

Whatever you did, it worked.

and she was released. Somebody called Pakistan

to her passcard, Now we'll have access

and the walls of Jericho will come tumbling down.

(beeping)

(whirr, click)

Hey, Mom.

(sighs)

How's my girl today?

You ready to do some work?

Martin?

What is it?

Look at this.

This is the man

that killed Claudia Corliss.

This is Amelia's birthday party

three and half years ago.

It was... it was in a park in New Jersey.

Look-- this scar,

that's where Sofia stabbed him with her scissors.

Lucy, are you absolutely sure? A lot of people have a scar.

No! Yes, I'm sure.

I saw the police sketch.

I know it's the same guy.

Jake opened this box, he took out the photo,

and then he led me to Sofia.

And the number

on the box-- 1075--

that's the same number that saved Sofia's life.

Why is this... guy, this stranger,

standing behind my daughter...

six months after he killed someone just like her?