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- Yes, yes, I am still holding.

I know.

He's a minor,
and I am not family.

I just want to know if
there's been any change

in Tony Edwards' condition.

[somber music]

* *

- Hemingway said it best.

"There are only two places
where we can live happy.

At home and in Paris."

- I'm sorry.

I should have been
doing my lessons.

I'll get back to work.

- Gabrielle, think!

I wouldn't have left
a book out unless...

- You wanted me to see it.

- There's a whole
world out there.

So much to see and experience.

I want us to see the
world together, Gabrielle.

Paris can be our first stop.

- I-I don't understand.

- Well, the plan
was never to stay here

in this place forever.

I was waiting for you to adapt,
to accept our new family.

Once you do,
we'll turn the page,

begin a new chapter--
anywhere in the world!

We'll change our names.

I've already come up with mine.

Eric Blair.

- Eric Blair was
George Orwell's real name.

- Well done.

Now, you need to come up
with your new name--

one that embodies
who you want to be

in our new life together.
Ah!

I can't wait!

[uneasy music]

[doorbell rings]

- Never mind.

Thank you.

- Gabi Mosely!

I'm sorry.
Can I get your autograph?

- No.

- Then how about a hug?

[laughter]

- Oh, I'd invite you in,

but I have a friend
who is sick.

- All good.

I just stopped by
to check in on you.

Also it's been nine months.

- Eight months, 14 days.

And I know.

I need to spread the ashes.
I am.

- Your father made me
the executor for a reason.

I know things
were rough between you

and your father
when you came back,

but that was neither
of y'all's fault.

- We were both changed
by what happened.

- Exactly.

You blamed yourself for being
taken, and your father--

he blamed himself for not
being able to find you.

But the truth is,

the devil that robbed you
and your father of that year

is the only one to blame.

- He took more
than a year, Brian.

- Even more reason
to do this, Gabi.

This was Richard's last wish.

So for you and your dad,
I need you to do this.

[somber music]

* *

- The devil that robbed you
and your father

of that year
is the only one to blame.

[suspenseful music]

* *

[phone rings]

- What's up, Lace?

So undocumented and missing?

I'll be right there.

Bon appetit.

- Thank you.
- This is the final

boarding call for customers'
1397 service to Pittsburgh.

All passengers
riding bus 1397, please...

[continues in background]

[edgy music]

* *

- Hey, did you
see anybody here?

Did you see anybody?
The tab's missing!

There's a tab missing!

* *

- [sighs]

Clients are in
the conference room.

When did Ethan leave?
- Who said he did?

- [chuckles] Please.
He would not let you

leave the house
looking like that.

Shabby is not chic.

- This morning.
Weeklong psychology conference.

- Oh, a week!
You gonna be okay?

Okay, just know
you're not alone.

- Her name is Satcha,
Satcha Moncado.

But recently,
she and her brother Carlos

changed their name
to Monroe, because--

- They're undocumented and
are trying to stay hidden.

- I know that changing your
name might not seem like much,

but when it's all
that you have--

- Believe me, I understand.

- Satcha and Carlos came on a
one-year student visa in 2020,

but then they had to
stay longer.

- 2020. That's when
Hurricane Iota tore through.

Mudslides killed
a whole lot of people.

- Including Satcha
and Carlos's family.

Carlos had a mental breakdown,
and Satcha took a short leave

from school to care for him.

But they didn't know that
by taking a short leave,

they were required to go
back to their country.

- And there's no family
to go back to.

- Exactly.
And because they didn't comply,

they couldn't return to school
or reapply for a new visa.

- And what about Carlos?
Is he missing, too?

- No, he's not missing,

but he was nervous
to come here in person.

- His sister is missing.
That should trump nerves.

- They're undocumented, Dhan,

and they
don't know us from Adam.

It's not unusual for
undocumented immigrants

to send legal surrogates.

- If he's deported,
he stands no chance

in finding his sister.

- When did you or Carlos
last see Satcha?

- Yesterday morning,
before she went to work.

We meet for coffee
twice a week and study.

I'm pre-med, and she
helps me with my lessons.

She's brilliant.

- What about her cell?

- She has one,
but it's off or dead.

- Do you know where she works?

- Satcha's private,
for obvious reasons.

All I know is that her job
is in the medical field.

[tearfully]
I'm sorry.

I can't even answer simple
questions that'll help.

- You're doing great, Alaia.

We just have a few
more questions.

- Hey.

Uh, now is not a good time.

I've got a homicide
on my hands.

- That is not how we want
our missing people found.

Who was it?
- Well,

definitely not one of yours.

His name is Jim McKee.

He's a lawyer with a
private practice downtown.

It's a body dump.

Victim was killed
somewhere else.

Not to be a jerk,
but I really am kinda busy.

- Good.
Busy people get things done.

It's just a question
of who you prioritize.

- [sighs] Fine, I am listening.

- I have a missing
undocumented immigrant

I need you to check on--
a 19-year-old Honduran.

- Okay.
You got a name?

- Yeah. But I need it done
under the radar.

I want to check
that she's all right,

but not ring the dinner bell,
if you get what I'm saying.

- It's not like Margaret
to be late.

- Margaret will loop us in
when she's ready for us

to be looped in.

This is it.

- Okay, so are we picking
locks or calling the super?

- Looks like
we're just walking in.

- You think this was
where she was taken?

- No.
No sign of a struggle.

- How is mass destruction
not a sign of a struggle?

- If she was taken here,
the damage would be localized.

Whoever did this...

was looking for something.

Or someone.

- The bedroom.

- Social Security card.

Almost looks real.

[thud]

- Dhan?
You okay?

[tense music]

* *

.

- [grunts]

- No, no, no, please
don't hurt me!

I came here looking for Satcha!
- Who the hell are you?

- I-I am her brother.

- Carlos?
- [grunts] Uh-huh.

- Are you sure you're okay?

- Trust me,
I've been through worse.

- I am, again, so sorry.

But when I came
here to my sister's

and I found
the place like this--

- You thought you'd swing
first and ask questions later.

- Can't you please
put the bat down?

- No.

When's the last time
you saw her?

- A couple of days ago.

I tried calling,
but her phone does not work.

- Where does she work?

- She kept that from me.

I think something medical?

- You're her brother, and you
have no idea where she works?

- My sister and I, we haven't
lived together in over a year.

Back in Honduras, in San Manuel
Colohete, we were very close.

Our whole family
was very close.

But here, it's hard when we're
working jobs at all hours.

Please, I promised my parents

that I would take care
of my sister.

She's the only thing I have.

Please.

Find my sister.

- That's the plan.

[sighs] Here's my card.

Can we ask you
a couple more questions?

- Got the medical examiner's
report on your vic.

- Cause of death?

- Gunshot, 9-millimeter
to the chest.

- Also, multiple postmortem
fractures to the skull

and upper extremities,
which means...

he fell from a pretty
considerable height

after he was shot.

- I bet it feels good
working homicide

instead of missing persons.

Looks like you moving
back up in the world.

- Trent.

- [whispering]
You got this.

- Sir.
Just got the ME's report.

Also, I'm scheduled to talk--

- I just got off the phone
with Cole Allen over at ICE.

What the hell are you doing
enquiring about illegal aliens

when you got a homicide to--

- Sir,
it was a two-minute call.

Also, I believe the
approved terminology is--

- Oh, shut the hell up.

You don't get it, do you?

Do you know why Cole called me
instead of calling you?

Hmm? It's about loyalty.

Your father--you know
what he once said to me?

"In this town,
it's not who you know--"

- "It's who you owe."

- That's right,
it's who you owe.

And you owe me.

Your girl, Satcha--

ICE doesn't have her.

Now, if it's not too much
trouble, do your damn job.

- Satcha was not taken by ICE,
but because she's undocumented,

that means
she can vanish into thin air

without consequences.

- Making her
a predator's dream.

- Exactly. So the clock
is ticking--talk to me.

- Called all the hospitals--
nothing, but even if

she was sick, she might be
too afraid to seek help.

- No social media presence
at all,

which means
there's no way to track her.

- Satcha has
a social media account.

We just have to find it.

Satcha's isolated, and yeah,

she changed her name to stay
hidden, but she's a dreamer.

She wants to go to Columbia,
be a doctor.

She wants to go to parties
and dance all night.

She wants to be free.

- Okay, I'll, uh,
I'll keep looking.

- What about that
Social Security card

Lacey found in the apartment?
- It's a fake,

but you still should be
able to use it

to track down her job.

- Employers don't check
Social Security numbers now?

- Fun fact--only
eight states require

verification by all employers.

- So what happens
to all that money

getting paid into Social
Security through that number?

- Government keeps it,
never pays it out

to the undocumented.

I was surprised to hear they're
running one of the biggest

rackets in the country.

- Yeah,
an 11-billion-dollar one.

- That's cold.
[phone rings]

- Zeke, get on it.
I need her place of work.

It's our only lead.
Hey.

Any calls?

- No, no. No word from
whoever took the tab.

I mean, I've questioned
the entire staff,

the janitors,
the security guard,

and nobody saw this person.

I mean, there is video
surveillance, but in order

to see it, the management
has to run it

up the flagpole,
and it just takes a--

- I'm on it.

- No, I can't ask
you to do that.

No, Zeke's got to
concentrate on Satcha.

- My dear,
you better than anyone

know we are great multitaskers.

- Are there any updates on her?

- No.

- I'm-I'm so
sorry I'm not there.

- No, we are not doing this.

You take care of
what you have to.

We're good here.

Any progress?
- Satcha's employer's

Bradley & Teal--it's a
biomedical lab here in DC.

She's listed as an assistant
to the current VP

in Sales, Miles Duncan.

- Good work.

Dhan, bring Miles in.

- What about Margaret?

She should be here for
when we question him.

- She's unavailable.

- Enough already.

We're supposed to be a family.

Is no one gonna say what's
going on with Margaret?

- It's Margaret's to tell.
Lacey, I need you

to go back over
to Satcha's apartment,

check in with the neighbors,
see what they know.

- Fine.

[dramatic pop music]

- * Chained now
to a dirty cage *

* *

* Can't wait to find
the feelin' *

* Can't wait till you
release me *

* If you wanna see
what's inside... *

- You finished?
- [grunts]

I have something for you.

- I didn't get breakfast.

I know when
you're upset with me.

What have I done?

- That's an actual question?

- Recently.

There was someone
here this morning.

Whomever it was set you off?

- Let's focus on the case.

You want more food,
you want your books back?

You have to earn it.

Same rules you had for me.

I'll be back in a few hours,

and I expect you
to be brilliant.

Otherwise, there's
always more you can lose.

[dramatic pop music
continues]

* *

[door slams shut]
[locks clicking]

- [grunts]

[crack]

[dark music]

.

[moody music]

- Dhan called. He said it might
be a good idea if I was here

when you talk to Satcha's boss.

- Which is the opposite
of what I told him to do.

- He may have
mentioned that as well.

They're a few minutes out.
I want to be here, Gabi.

- Well, Zeke already accessed
the video footage

from the bus station, so if
anything at all comes up...

- Thank you.

You think it's crazy for
me to hope, don't you?

- I think crazy
gets a bad rap,

and hope is as necessary
as breathing.

But in the five years
I've known you,

we've had leads before--

leads that ended up
being dead ends.

I saw what that did to you,

and for your sake,
just manage your expectations.

[light knocking]

- Have a seat, Mr. Duncan.

- Thank you for coming in.

I'm sure you're a busy man.
- Well, happy to help.

When I heard this was about
Satcha, my heart sank.

She's a good girl.

- Well, why don't you
start by telling us

everything you know about her--

her likes, her interests--
where's she from.

- He knows she's undocumented.

He mentioned it
on the car ride.

- I had my suspicions.
- Yet, you hired her,

paying her only $1.00
above minimum wage.

- I didn't exploit her,
if that's what you're implying.

I helped her wherever
I could,

getting overtime, paying
for her Metro card for her

to go to and from work.

You have to understand,
Satcha was...

brilliant.

- Is.

Is brilliant.

- Look...
I'm not a bad person.

- When's the last
time you saw her?

- Friday.

She asked to go home early.

My assumption was she had
started seeing someone.

- Why?
And more importantly, who?

- I don't know who,
but...she was excited.

- Just a couple
more minutes, folks.

- I found Satcha on social.

"I'm grateful for
American citizenship.

"I'm so grateful to be accepted
at Columbia University

and that I have the means
to rebuild my country."

- What is she talking about?

- She's manifesting,
speaking her wishes aloud.

- I don't think Satcha
was seeing someone.

I think she had a second job.

Look, if you just scroll back
a couple of months, there was--

look, right there.
So there's a new coffeemaker

and the books
on the shelf are new.

She came into some money.

- She's also new
to social media.

Her first post
was a few months ago.

She started coming
out of hiding.

- Exactly. And she's hopeful
in all these posts.

Something's changed for her.

I mean, what was
she holding out hope for,

more than anything?
- Her citizenship.

- Of course.

Maybe she found
a way to finally

get it through this secret
boyfriend or second job.

- All right, guys, we're up.

So using Satcha's Metro card,
I was able to track

where she went after work.

She took the 38B bus downtown,
got off on K Street and 18th.

- How can you be so sure?
- Footage from within the bus

shows when she got off.
Timestamp 7:14 p.m.

- Okay, what's up
with the suspense?

You going to show us
the footage?

- I'll show you one better.

This is from the building
across the street

from the bus stop.

- That's Satcha
with the backpack.

- She's entering the hotel
right across the street.

Margaret, Dhan, let's go.

Lacey, call the brother.

Carlos, see if
the Pembleton Hotel

has any significance to them.

- I-I'm so sorry,
just one second.

Zeke--Zeke, I know that
Satcha's the priority here,

but have you had any luck
with the bus station footage?

- I'm still sifting
through it.

There's hours to comb through,
but I won't stop looking.

- Margaret.

Is everything okay?

- Uh, yeah, yeah.

Um, somebody pulled a tab
from one of Jamie's flyers.

- Oh, my God!
That's amazing!

- I know, I know!
Thank you.

I should get to the hotel.

- It's okay
if you want to stay.

- No, no, I want to
help find Satcha.

- Hey! I'm coming over.

We'll go through Jamie
and Satcha's case together.

- So Ethan's out of town?

- Ha-ha, very funny.

- You doing okay being alone?

- Are you doing okay with
this new Jamie lead?

- Touché.

- Two smiles.
My job here is done.

- Gabi Mosely?

- I appreciate you
taking the time.

- My apologies for the wait.

An associate of yours
sent me a photo

of the girl in question.

- Her name is Satcha.
- Right.

Unfortunately, I've never
seen her here at this hotel.

And since there's no
evidence of foul play--

- What about surveillance?

You're head of security.

By my count, I see
12 cameras in the lobby,

plus two at every point
of ingress and egress.

- Ex-military?

- The point is, we need access.

- Legally, you understand
that not even the police

have a right to our cameras.

- And legally,
we have every right

to hold a press conference
outside this hotel

telling the whole world how
a young woman went missing,

and how this hotel did nothing
in its power to help her.

- I'll look into
getting you access.

- Quick question.

You mentioned
no evidence of foul play

without being prompted.

So that suggests something
actually did happen.

So what was it?

- It was...
[clears throat] uh...

Nothing.
- You chewing gum in school?

Spit it out.

- A guest reported hearing a
gunshot in the room next door.

A guest who, I might add,

complained about something
every day of their stay.

I personally
went to investigate.

It was just champagne
being popped.

- Show me the room.
- You'll need cops

and a warrant for that.

New guests have
already checked in.

I won't disturb them.

Plus, the room has been
cleaned top to bottom.

I'm telling you,
no evidence of foul play.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'll go see about your
surveillance footage.

- I got the hotel footage.

As soon as it's uploaded,

I'll start running the
facial recognition software

to track where Satcha went.

- How long until
you have something?

- Couple hours.

- Okay. You ready for the
world's best nighttime snack?

Pickle and peanut butter
sandwich.

- Is that Lacey?

- Trying to poison me.
Yeah, that's her.

- I'm combing through the
footage at the bus station

while Zeke stays
focused on the case.

- Are you seriously
gonna eat that?

- Any progress on that
footage?

- Nothing yet, but I've still
got a few more hours to go.

- Well, call me
when you have something.

And Zeke?

It's nice to hear
you're not alone.

- No.

I don't need you.

[moody music]

* *

- * I want to live *

* Like it's ending... *

- What about Felice?

- From "Jazz"?

- One of Toni Morrison's
most dynamic characters.

Felice is curious, brilliant.

You remind me of her.

- I have so many questions.

- Ask them.

- Where would we live?

- Mm.

- Would I ever
see my dad again?

- * To this rhythm *

- [sighs]

Who has taught you
this past year,

challenged you,

turned you
into a brilliant mind?

I have, and look what
you have achieved!

- I have always been
a brilliant mind.

You said that
the first time we met.

- You were just
scratching the surface.

I've taken you
the rest of the way there.

I've done more for you
than your father ever could!

You and I are the same!

Your trust and loyalty
should be to me!

[phone rings]

- I told you to
go home and rest.

- And I planned to, right
after I did one more sweep

of Satcha's neighborhood.

- Well, work is an excuse,
but it's still an excuse.

You're trying to avoid
being home without Ethan.

- Maybe.

But if I hadn't,
I never would have

caught Carlos out partying.

I mean, his sister is missing.

She could be dead,
for all he knows.

- I don't see a man partying.

I see a man trying to deal.

Pain looks different
on everyone,

especially when you're not
yet ready to face the truth

or let go.

- Are you still
talking about Carlos?

- I'm talking about
all of us, including you.

I am gonna keep looking
at Satcha's case files,

and Zeke is reviewing
the hotel footage.

We got it covered.
Go home and rest.

- [sighs]

Damn it.
One week.

Keep it together.

[disjointed sounds]

- Leave him in the hole
until he finally talks.

[alarm ringing]
Uhh--

Couldn't sleep.
- Missing Ethan, huh?

- Figured you could use some
help with the hotel footage.

- Facial recognition
is still running,

so I've got time
to talk about

why being home alone
trips you out.

It's not what you think.
Lacey just came over

to help look over the footage
at the bus station.

- If you say so.

- It's not what you think.

- Yeah, I got the memo.

What are we looking at?
- Trying to pinpoint

when Satcha left the hotel.

- Okay, so this is her leaving?
- No, this is when she arrived.

Got multiple angles at the
entrance and in the lobby,

but none of her leaving.

I don't think she ever left.

At least not
on her own two feet.

[dramatic music]

.

- How did you beat me here?
I thought you had a stakeout.

- Well, I was just
around the corner, so--

- Hey, I need you
to keep it down.

I have guests sleeping.

- So you think she's dead, huh?

- Well, there was
a gunshot the same day.

- That was never confirmed.

- Well, assuming she was shot,
the killer would still have

to move her body undetected.

And unfortunately,
I think I know how.

- This it?
- Yes, this is it.

But as I was telling you, this
door is always, always locked.

See? Locked.

So I don't think
there's any chance--

- Ah-ah. Hold up.

My husband's a lab tech,
so if y'all contaminate

any evidence, I'll never
hear the end of it.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

- Any trace of blood?

- No.
I see more than a trace.

- Which means this room
just became a crime scene.

All right, everybody out.

- We need to get to
the basement now.

- It won't do any good.

The garbage
has already gone out.

- Also, we don't
know what this means.

- Gabi, I need you to trust me.

Promise we will call you as
soon as we have the results.

- You can give
me the file back.

She was shot.
No body, but a lotta blood.

- This is not
the Gabrielle I'm used to.

It is beneath you
to give up so easy.

- Really?

You think what I do is easy?

See for your damn self.

She goes in, but...

- She never comes out.

Satcha is not your
average 19-year-old.

Brilliant and resourceful,
but she's more than that.

She endures.

For years, she evaded
immigration--how?

- Flying under the radar.
She's used to hiding.

Not telling me anything
I don't already know.

- Oh, fine.

Since you know everything,
answer me this.

Why would someone
ransack Sasha's apartment

looking for her if they
knew she was already dead?

- They wouldn't.

- She's also gripping
her backpack pretty tight

in this video.
What was in it?

- No idea.
It wasn't on the premises.

- Kidnappers tend to
disperse personal belongings

as quickly as possible--
within blocks, usually.

No "thank you"?

Gabrielle?

Forgetting something?

[dark music]

* *

You're slipping.

Haven't quite been
yourself today.

That visitor must have
really rattled you.

- Until there's an actual body,
Satcha is not dead.

Dhan's been out
most of the night

looking for her backpack.

In the meantime, I need
a press conference, ASAP--

in English and in Spanish.

Our girl is hiding.

We just need to
figure out where

and let her know that
it's okay to come out.

- Hey!

Found it in a storm drain
east of the hotel.

Only one problem.
- It's empty.

- Any idea what
she'd be carrying?

- Whatever it was, it's gone.

Only thing left, found,
is this.

- Carlos and Satcha.

- Let me see it.

Son of a bitch.

Look.
Look at the boy, Carlos.

- Oh my God, he has
a birthmark on his neck.

- The man that hit me didn't.

- These two men
aren't even related,

let alone the same man.
He's not her brother.

- Which means he ransacked
her apartment looking for her,

and we let him go!

- All right.

So it wasn't Satcha's
blood at the chute.

- So she's alive.

- Maybe not for long.
This is Jim McKee.

- Your missing dead lawyer?
- That's right.

It was his blood
we found at the hotel.

Now, forensically,
it all lines up.

McKee was shot--
- Gunshot the guest heard.

- He also suffered
crushing injuries

consistent with
a blow from a height.

- So we're all working the
same case and didn't know it.

- Tell me about him.

- Uh, immigration lawyer,
just not one of the good ones.

I think he was selling visas
to immigrants for upwards

of $10,000 apiece.

- Visas.

Okay, so Satcha--a victim
or a collaborator?

- Wait a minute.

Why do you have a picture
of Manny Hernandez?

- That's the guy pretending to
be Satcha's brother, Carlos.

Our main suspect.
- Yeah.

- Ours, too.
For McKee's murder.

He's a counterfeiter
known to work with McKee.

Manny handled the sales
while McKee

dealt with the paperwork.

This guy's been implicated
in at least four homicides.

- We can put Satcha
at the hotel.

We know she would do
anything for a visa

or a legal way
to go to college.

Maybe
McKee was her second job?

Regardless, Manny and Jim
get into some sort of dispute

about money or whatever.

Satcha witnesses
Manny kill Jim, she escapes...

- Then Manny comes looking
for her, no loose ends.

- We need to find Satcha
or Manny before he does.

- All right, we already
put out an APB on Manny,

so we'll stay on him.

- We'll stay on Satcha.

Hey, guys.
- Guys.

Guys, this is Carlos,
Satcha's actual brother.

He's here to help.

- I should have come in
from the beginning.

There would have been
no confusion then.

I'm so sorry.

I figure I'd put my sister
in even more danger.

- There is no time
for blame here, Carlos.

We are doing everything
we can to find her.

Anything you can
tell us may help.

- Zeke, did you
find anything yet?

- Not yet. Satcha may not
have left that hotel,

but she got off
that floor somehow.

- This is all my fault.
If I'd been with you guys

at Satcha's apartment,
I would have seen that Manny

wasn't related to her
and he'd be in custody,

and she would be safe.

- I think I safely speak
for all of us when I say

stop it.
- Jamie is not only your son,

he's a missing person.
It is our job to chase leads.

You were doing your job.

- Zeke, how many times are we
going to go over this footage?

She's not--
- Whoa, wait.

Wait, pause.
- What, the cleaning lady?

- Wait, the cart.
- Scroll back, Zeke.

Slowly.

Look right there!
Right there!

The housekeeper!
She got her out!

- What floor?
[beeping]

- Guys, according
to the scanner,

the fire alarm just went
off at the Pembleton.

- That can't be a coincidence.

.

- No fire as far as I can tell.
Trent, hurry.

- You're all right.
We got you.

- I'm sorry.
He made me.

He found her.
- Why pull the fire alarm?

- To clear the building.
No witnesses.

Gabi, the kitchen!

- Lacey, stay here.

[alarm blaring]

- Satcha?

I just want to talk to you.
I swear to God.

[suspenseful music]

* *

[clattering]

[singsong] Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

[both grunting]

[gunshot]

- * I'll be your hero *

[Manny moans]

* *

* I'll be your hero *

- I'm Gabi.
You're safe now.

- Carlos!

- * Can't keep on running *

* Just when you *

* Can't fight no more... *
- Thanks.

- * Don't be fooled *

* Help is coming... *

- So I just heard
Manny's going to live.

Satcha wants to testify,
so he's going away

for a long, long time.

- You ever heard of U visas?

- Okay, you guys can both stop
with the pleading-eyes thing.

I'm already making it happen
for Satcha and her brother.

Neither of them
will have to hide anymore.

- Thank you.

- * I'll be your hero *

- Okay.
We ready?

- What about Dhan?
- I'm right here.

- I didn't see that one coming.

- I know I don't
talk about it, but...

for three long years,
I was held captive.

And because of that, I know
how hard it is to be alone.

It's not something
I wish on anyone,

especially not a friend.

all: Welcome home!

[soft, stirring music]

* *

- Margaret?
Why don't you sit down?

- Just tell me.

- We located the person
who pulled the tab

from Jamie's flyer.

- He didn't pull it because
he knew anything about Jamie.

He used it to wrap his gum in.

- Okay.

Thank you.
Thank you for your help.

- I really wish the outcome
were different.

- Yeah. I mean, we've been
here before, right?

- Oh, Margaret.
- It's okay. I'm fine.

It's fine.
I'll just get some, uh,

I'll get some
new flyers printed.

I wish I could move on.

I wish I could, but I can't.

I just--I can't move on.

[LACES, Amanda Brown
& BELLISAINT's "They Say"]

- * They say,
what doesn't kill you *

* Makes you stronger *

* They say,
why don't you smile? *

* You look prettier
that way *

* They say, it only hurts... *

- I need you.
- * If you let it... *

- I've only ever
been here once.

It was July, hot
and muggy as all get out,

mosquitoes sucking us dry.

My dad brought me here
to say sorry.

He had missed yet another
parent-teachers conference.

It wasn't his fault.
It was work, but...

We fished here all day.

And you know how many
we caught?

One.

- One?
- Mm.

- One fish.
- Yeah.

A catfish, a big one.

And fried catfish--that
was my dad's favorite.

Little corn meal,
a whole lot of Old Bay.

- I mean,
that sounds damn good.

- And on the drive home,

my daddy stopped
by a friend's house, Brian.

He'd lost his job,
and my dad...

gave him the catfish.

Because...

That's who my dad was.

He didn't have much,
but what he did have...

- Sounds like you and your
dad were two of a kind,

always looking out for
others before yourself.

You know, you don't
talk about him much.

From the stories you're told,
it's clear that...

there's so much
of your father in you.

You...

Gabi, I think you're
the best part of his legacy.

- [sighs]
I can't.

I just--I'm not ready.

- * When it hurts, I rise up *

* When I fall, I stand up *

* I try and remember *

* 'Cause I swear I am living *

* When it hurts, I rise up *

* When I fall, I stand up *

* I try every minute *

* 'Cause I swear
I am living *

- I've thought about it.

And my new name will be...

Gabi Mosely.

That is the name my mother
and my father gave me.

She is who I am.

And I will never,
ever give it up.

- From now on, the rules
are going to change.

- What rules?

- Your rules.
I will no longer treat you

like you treated me--

praise and intimidation,
carrot and stick.

- I made you great.

- You made me you,
and I am not you.

I'm a Mosely.

- [laughs]

You are so self-righteous.

You think you're not like me?

Prove it.

Unlock me.
Let me go.

Exactly.

Oh, by the way,

this broke off.

I wouldn't want you
to think I would even

consider using it as a weapon.

I'm not the monster
you think I am.

[intense music]

* *

[moody vocalizations]

* *

- Greg, move your head.