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Hey!

No, no, no! No!

You looking for a date?

Yeah.

Get in.

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Christ.

Not quite, just your dad.

You're still on the hunt, huh?

You know, there's places
that'll pay you to do that.

Health and pension ain't bad either.

I don't really think I'm Bureau
material right now, Dad.

You're not gonna find me waving
pom-poms for the Feds.

BPD on the other hand...

Blue's not really my color.

Could've fooled me.

I put a new lasagna in the fridge.
Sausage.

Ah, shit.

Plop, plop, fizz, fizz.

Cures what ails you. Time to wake up!

Okay, Dad. Jesus!

Flynn's been making real progress.

He's Learning to manage
some of his stress reactions

to enclosed spaces
after his time in captivity.

That's so good to hear.

However, there's one issue
that's come up recently...

about the upheaval at home.

Really? He never mentioned that.

Well, sometimes these things
are best explored

in a therapeutic space.

After all that Flynn's gone through,

to add extra stressors at home,

that might trigger
an underlying anxiety.

Well, moving a house
is a major life change.

And the miscarriage?

It's not just the parents,

siblings also experience grief.

Buddy, I... I had no idea.

Whatever the fix is, I'll do it.

How are things going
with the biological mother?

Well, uh... she's still finding
her feet. It's a process.

Emily.

- I'm sorry?
- My mom's name, it's Emily.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Emily.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Thanks for finding this place.

I didn't even think about any of this.

Well, boys' furniture isn't
your thing, I get it.

It's not exactly mine either,
but I'll tell you this.

I would rather be here
looking for a bed for Flynn

than on the rig with my partner
after dollar taco night.

How's it going?

It's good. I mean...

obviously EMT isn't exactly
my dream gig,

but now I've got my medical
license back, I can...

- One day at a time, right?
- Yeah.

This one's pretty cool.

You know, he can put his...

his desk under here, perch up top.

Hey. Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm just, um...

God, the way that I live,
it's just really...

It's not what Flynn's used to, you know?

So, you're exposing him
to other environments.

- Nice try.
- Look, you don't have to be

mom of the year, he's just gonna
be happy spending time with you.

So, when's the sleepover?

We haven't set a date.

I don't think this is a good idea.

You're not gonna hurt Flynn. You're not.

I need to be sure.

Okay. Well...

Look, there's this all-women's
meeting over at Saint Sebastian's

Thursday nights.
It's right up the street from you.

- Why don't you just swing by?
- I don't need AA.

Okay. Okay. It's just...

Well, Dad and I have noticed
you've been stressed lately.

We have. And sometimes,
it's good to get some extra help.

So I can talk to them about what?

- I don't know.
- Things I can't remember?

I... I don't know. But you gotta
do something, Em.

I'm not a drunk, Jack,
that's your thing.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

No, it's... shitty.

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As promised.

- Something for you.
- What is it?

It's your adoption file
from Barrett House.

All the case files were about
to go into storage.

- So, I figured...
- This is stolen evidence?

- You know what girls like, huh?
- That's what they tell me.

Hey, Mike. Um, Whiskey, neat.

"Fifty-four inches tall, fifty pounds."

"Measles vaccine."

It's everything and nothing.

I've read copies of this file,
like, a thousand times.

It's just a dead end
like all the others.

You're welcome.

What? What is it?

I've tracked down every kid
from the old days.

I thought one of them had
to have known something,

but I found the last of the
Barrett House orphans last night.

She has no memories of Shen,
no connection to Laurie.

Laurie Colson doesn't have
a single living accomplice.

So, that's a good thing.
It... it means that we're done.

Look, I get it. I get it.

I've been right there
on the hunt with you.

I wish there was something else,
but there isn't, so...

Somebody is still out there.

Forensics has gone through
those catacombs multiple times.

I don't care what forensics thinks
that they found or didn't find.

I can feel it.

You think I'm being paranoid?

No. After what
you've been through, it's...

I wish I could remember more.

It could help.

Maybe you don't wanna remember
that shit anyway.

Right?

So, what's next?

You should leave.

I know, I know.

House rules.

- Tom?
- Yeah?

There's a number on this folder.

- What?
- There's a number.

Em, it's probably nothing.

Just do me a favor and run it anyway.

Hey, whoa. Watch it.

- Are you sure this is the place?
- Yeah, double-checked.

The phone number's been regularly
transferred to different landlines

since the 90's, then to a cell
registered to a B. McNair.

Police!

Hello?

- Yeah?
- You Mr. McNair?

McNair is my old lady's dead common law.

You wanna come check the urn?

- Who are you?
- You got a warrant, pig?

Just answer the question.

Well, well.

- You wanna come and frisk me?
- Hey. Hey. Watch your mouth.

Just tell your old lady we've got
a few questions for her.

Can you do that?

She hates you dicks even more than I do.

Thank you.

Warren?

Uh, ladies and gentlemen, some rail-work

is gonna have us stop here for a second.

We're expecting to be back
on our way shortly.

Please remain seated.
Thank you for your patience.

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- Hello.
- Were you asleep?

Mm-hmm.

Listen. I need your help with Flynn.

Where is he?

He's at school. I can't reach Alice.

I need you to pick him up and keep
him with you until you hear from me.

Why? What happened?

There's been a gas attack at the Annex.

Okay. Uh, I'm leaving right now.

- Durand?
- Yeah.

Yeah, um...

Confirmed deaths are only a start.

Over the next couple of days,
survivors may suffer

cardiovascular collapse
and slow-motion asphyxia.

Jesus.

A mobile command center
is being set up on-site.

All duty assignments will go
through SAC Crown or myself.

Is anyone taking credit?

So far, no individual or group has
stepped up to take responsibility.

This perpetrator or perpetrators

could be anyone anywhere.

Okay, people, come on. We know our jobs.

Let's, uh... Let's get to it.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,
it looks like, uh,

we've had a little bit
of a power surge here.

Uh, they've shut down
the power on train.

There's no need for any concern.

We'll get you on your way
as soon as we can,

but, uh, please sit tight,
and, uh, try and stay calm.

Just breathe. It's gonna be okay...

- Excuse me. It's okay, I'm on it.
- I was trying to help her.

It's okay, okay? Do you need help?

My husband, he works on the 14th floor.

Hey, open the door.

Open the door! Open the door!

Open the door! Open the fucking door!

Open the door!

Flynn! Flynn!

Hey! You good? Are you okay?

Yeah, come on. Let's go. Come on.

Excuse me.

It's okay. Just keep walking.

We got a live one here!

Come on, come on. Come on!

Move, move, move!

Get out of the way! Get out the way!

Get out!

Get this thing off me!

This is your place?

Yeah. Home sweet home.

It's kind of a dump.

No kidding.

All right, here you go, turn on the TV.

See if there's anything on the news.

The toxic gas released
at the Federal Annex

has been confirmed as
a phosgene-Chlorine cocktail.

Containment specialists are telling us

the gas only stays airborne
for a few minutes,

and any toxins will likely stay
localized in the building.

I'm gonna fill the tub in case
anything happens

with the water supply.

We're steps away from where
the deadly gas attack took place.

There's been a triage area
set up right behind me,

and ambulances have been streaming in

from as far as Rhode Island
and New Hampshire

to assist with victim transport.

- I'm told exposure to the chemical...
- Do you need help?

Yeah, here.

Just leave a little
extra room at the top.

I've got a ladder in my bedroom.
I'll finish it off, okay?

Mom? Mom! I think I'm out of tape.

I got through most of the kitchen.

- Hey. You finish up in there?
- Yeah.

Okay. Just, uh...

Just make sure these work, okay?

No! No!

Mom?

Mom? Mom?

Are you okay?

Uh, yeah.

I'm hungry. What's there to eat?

Come on, let's see what we can find.

Too far away for facial recognition.

He knows where the cameras are...

and when the supply truck shows up.

And he stole a card from someone
with the same build and hair color.

The ID he's using matches
an air-conditioning tech

found dead in a warehouse
a couple of days ago.

It was classified as a robbery.

So, he had access to the building
and the HVAC system,

but he... he still had to have some
knowledge of the physical plant.

Yeah, we're already running down
all the HVAC contractors

that worked on the building
since it opened.

That's forty years.

Well, they haven't changed the
HVAC system in all that time.

News flash, the Feds are cheap.

We've also got a guy in custody
who wrote some threatening letters

to the Homeland Security
Director last month

after being let go for
a sexual harassment thing.

Nice work.

Uh, guys,

I'd Like to introduce you to
Special Agent Julianne Gunnarsen.

She's a profiler in from HQ.

Uh, Julianne and I worked together
at Quantico back in the day,

and she is the best of the best.

I'm just here to help how I can.

We're processing witnesses, and
no-one's seen anything so far.

Have any groups claimed responsibility?

Usual whack jobs on the tip line,
but nothing credible so far.

Interesting.

High casualties usually
correlate with credit-taking.

Whoever did this isn't interested
in winning converts

or seeking glory.

Usually when no-one takes
responsibility,

it means they're planning
something else.

I don't disagree.
Building a profile will take time.

Where can I find a hazmat suit?

Okay, yeah, yeah, come with us.

You know the optics, what this means?

Well, let's assume she's just
here to profile.

Dr. Caden, telephone, please.

Dr. Caden, telephone, please.

Laura! Laura!

- Alice? Are you okay? Flynn?
- Everyone's fine.

Thank God. Uh, what are you doing here?

I was on the train. I brought
this lady. Her husband's...

Listen, you used to be
a therapist, right?

A long time ago.

You might wanna think about giving
that woman your number.

- What?
- Her husband.

He's not gonna make it.

The delayed casualties
over the next couple of weeks

are gonna be at least double
what we saw on-site.

It's crazy.

We're gonna need a lot
of help around here.

You should think about it.

- Hey, it's nice to see a familiar face.
- Yeah.

Well...

some first sleepover, huh?

Yeah. It's pretty cool too.

Yeah. It's 'cause you're a pro.

The guys who did this...

Do you think they are gonna do it again?

I think you hope for the best
and prepare for the worst.

And that's what we're doing, right? Hm?

Okay.

What do you think it was like
in that building?

I think it was scary.

Not being able to breathe right,
not having control of your body.

If you don't feel like sleeping
alone here.

I can go and get those pillows
off the couch.

- I'm okay.
- You sure?

I can Lay 'em out right here.

- We can camp out together.
- No, it's...

- I'm fine.
- Okay.

I just want you to know, I get it.

Our thoughts can take over sometimes.

So, if you ever feel like talking,
I'm here, okay?

I'm supposed to snap my band.

Oh, let's see.

- It helps.
- Yeah?

I can get you one if you want.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Okay, good night.

Hey, you miss me?

Look, come on. Tommy. Just...

What?

Flynn's sleeping over.

Oh.

How's it going?

It's going, you know.

Don't worry, you'll do fine.

Can you just stay on the phone
with me tonight?

I don't wanna fall asleep.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

So, did you find out anything
about that guy from the RV park?

Yeah, yeah, I got his prints
off my business card

when he threw it on the ground.

Turns out he's in the system.

His name is Lester Nowiki.

What's his connection to me?

None yet, but he has 3 years
of unpaid parking tickets.

Which means we can bring him in

and ask him why his number's
on my file, right?

We could, but, um,

I checked back at the trailer park
and he's gone.

I've already got every cop in the area

keeping an eye out for his plates.

It's just a matter of time
before he shows up somewhere.

And these guys, too. Thank you.

And a cucumber, and these.

Some bread.

Um, bacon, too.

Hey!

Hey!

Why in the hell...

What...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Are you okay?

I'm sorry!

Oh, God.

Flynn?

Flynn?

You here?

Yeah. Uh... I'll be out in a second.

Okay.

I grabbed some stuff
from the corner store.

I hope you're hungry.

Hey.

You sleep okay?

Hey. Come on.

It happens to everybody.

Not at my age it doesn't.

- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna be late for school.

No, no, no.
No, there is no school today.

They've canceled it.

Come on, sit down. Eat something.

- I'm not hungry.
- I...

It's your mom.

Hey. Hey.

Please, Mom.

Today of all days you're gonna
let me have this one, tough guy.

Wow, you're really, uh... prepared.

Better safe than sorry.

Flynn helped out too, so...

- Can we leave?
- After you thank your mom.

Thanks.

So, any headlines? Everything okay?

- No, everything's fine.
- Great.

So, um...

I-I'm going back to
my old job at the hospital.

Why?

Well, you're not a baby anymore.

With all your sports and friends,

you don't need me at home all day,

and after everything
that happened yesterday,

they need people at the hospital, so...

And... if you're both game,

we can make this a more regular thing.

I'm cool to hang out more.

Yeah. I'd like that.

Great.

FEMA took the direct hit
in this area here.

What kind of terrorists have a beef
with the disaster relief guys?

Domestic ones.

FEMA is the dark horse here.
Homeland is a logical target.

Agent Durand, would you say
the perpetrators had

a sophisticated understanding
of HVAC systems?

Yeah, to be able to direct the gas
with that level of specificity.

Multiple air handlers service
that building.

They knew which one would hit
that area of the floor for sure.

So they knew exactly where
they were sending this message.

Message being?

"You can't get us if we get you first."

The FEMA camp's conspiracy theory?

Enlighten us.

Many domestic fringe groups
are convinced

that FEMA responding to a real
or a manufactured disaster or threat

will use their emergency powers
to round up American patriots

and take them to government
concentration camps.

My uncle Frank listens to crap like
that on talk radio all day long.

Proof positive of the ideology's reach.

If you were convinced

that your government
was conspiring against you

to usher in the coming police
state, what would you do?

I don't know, take off my tin foil
hat and go get some fresh air.

So, if we are focusing
on a domestic group...

It tracks with their keeping silent
and not taking credit.

Cripple the FEMA oppressors

and then humiliate
their police state handmaids.

Right.

- So, what's their next move?
- I don't know.

- That was fast.
- We got lucky.

Traffic cams identified his plates
this afternoon.

So, what are we waiting for?

I was waiting for you.

- Police.
- What the hell?!

Get down!

Unless you have a warrant,
this is straight up illegal.

The second you picked up sticks,
this stopped being a home.

- You should have paid your rent.
- This is bullshit!

Shut up!

- Take your hands off her!
- You just calm down!

Em...

What is it?

What the fuck is this?

Who are you?

- Fuck...
- I'm Valerie Chandris.

I'm your mother.