All language subtitles for Found s02e09 Missing While Targeted.eng

- Previously on "Found"...

- I remember Sir
talking to someone

the day you rescued me.

Sir is not working alone.

- Just admit the two of you
are working together.

- This whole guilty
by association crap,

you're better than that.

I am not him.

- I think he has a plan
for you,

for all of us.

When I hacked into DCPD

and went through Trent's
case files,

I found notes about a letter

that Sir wrote to you
while he still had Lacey.

Apparently,
DCPD intercepted it.

Trent didn't tell you
about this letter, did he?

[tense music]

[feedback whines]

- Hello, Gabrielle.

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

Running is futile, Gabrielle.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

- What do you want?

- I was expecting Heavy Boots,

but as you are here
and he isn't,

I'd like to talk to you.

* *

I've jammed the service.

Your only choice
is to come to me.

[suspenseful music]

* *

* *

- * Because you love me *

[cheering]

- One more song.
- One more song.

- One more song.

- Jesus, please, no. Stop.

- OK, rude much?

We're just trying to keep
your spirits up, see?

- And I appreciate it.

I mean, I get it.

Without my tech,
I am deaf and blind.

But what you are doing
is torture.

[laughter]

- Eliminating
distractions means, uh,

we might have to talk
about the actual issues.

Like, how are you gonna cope

if we don't get your
stuff back?

- Or whether Lacey is gonna
go back to law school.

- Or whether or not
you two are gonna finally

talk through your issues.

- Wait, and you still
haven't given them an answer

about re-enrolling?

- I need more time.

Did you talk to your dad
about getting your gear back?

- He says it's not
the, uh, kind of problem

we can just throw money at.

- So how long could it be?
- Might be a while.

But until then,
at least I've got my hot

circa 1987 landline phone.

[chuckles]
So how about you guys?

- [sighs, clears throat]

- Good or what?

- Go ahead.

You started it.

- I am signing a lease
on a new place.

I think
we both need some space.

- Damn.

I'm sorry.

- I'm really sorry, guys.

[phone vibrating]

[notification dings]

It looks like
we have a new case.

- Hey.
- We gotta go.

[tense music]

- Of course you do.

M&A calls.

* *

- I was hoping
to meet Ms. Mosely?

- You're welcome
to wait for Gabi,

but if you're here, it's 'cause
someone's gone missing.

And when people disappear,
every minute counts.

- Oh, OK.

He's the love of my life--

Ian.

So different. but, like, in
this perfect way, you know?

He left two nights ago,
and he never came back.

But he left me this note.

- "I'm sorry. Trust me.

"I'll make you proud.

I love you."

- How long have you guys--
- Almost two years.

We met at rehab.

I was his peer support
counselor,

and we just clicked.
[chuckles]

Ian has this gift of making
everyone feel so special.

[chuckles]

He's a remarkable man--

when he's sober.

- When did he relapse?

- Two weeks ago.

Oh, God, I tried to help him
get back up,

but he just--
- Ian explicitly asked you

to trust him.

Why don't you?
- I do.

I waited two full nights
before coming to see you.

- Any chance
Ian's in the hospital?

- Or arrested?

- Checked and checked.

Now, he did have a record
back when he was using,

but it's been good ever since.

[phone vibrating]
Oh!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's, um--
it's one of my sponsees.

- It's OK. You can step outside
and take it.

Look,
most people think I'm crazy

and that Ian isn't worth it.

But he is.

And that's why I came
to find Ms. Mosely.

Because I believe she'd care.

- I'm no Gabi Mosely,

but I promise you, we care,

and we will find Ian.

* *

- OK.

* *

[theme music]

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Eileen left me
with Ian's laptop.

She used to have the password,

but it seems he changed it.

- Maybe he still has
some secrets after all.

- Have you heard from Gabi?

- I texted her to let
her know about the case,

but I haven't heard back yet.

- It feels off, right?
- No.

It's barely morning, Dhan.

And she said something
last night

about running
a personal errand.

Besides, everything feels
a little off these days.

Zeke's tech is gone.

You and Ethan aren't even
fighting for your marriage.

And Margaret almost
took her life.

Thankfully,
she's recuperating with Taylor,

but at least if she were here,
we would know

if Eileen was holding out
on us.

- She'll be back
when she's ready.

For now, it's just us.

- And we'll make it work.

Unless--

I know the whole addict thing

can be triggering for you.

I remember the last time
it brought up a lot of stuff

about your friend Mike, and--

listen, I'll just--
I'll shut up.

- No, no, it's OK.

Working David's case
earlier this year,

it was hard.

It was actually a gift.

Gave me some clarity
around Mike

and some understanding
about what an addict

can and can't control.

- Oh!

I'm loving
emotionally vulnerable Dhan.

Seriously, I'm really proud
that you're showing

this side of yourself more.

- OK, back to Ian.

I got the name of his dealer
from Eileen, guy named Nico.

I'll go track him down
while you--

- While I take the laptop.

- What are you
gonna do with it?

Zeke can't hack
into any computer.

- Who said anything about Zeke?

* *

- "Gabrielle, in order
to bring us together again,

I brought you a case."

[suspenseful music]

* *

[clears throat]

* *

Mm.

- Whoa.
- Mm-hmm.

- First, an espresso martini
to get my attention at the bar

last night
and now morning coffee?

Are you a barista?

Or a professional boxer
or something?

* *

- Definitely...something.

- OK.

So no pictures of Mom and Dad.

No girlfriend in evidence.

That could be a good sign.

- I like good signs.

- Actually, I was fishing
for information.

- I know.

- I gotta get to court.

- Yeah.

Uh, lawyer, right?

- I prefer
criminal defense attorney,

but lawyer works.

[sighs]
What did you say you do?

- Definitely not as exciting
as being a lawyer.

- You must have
really loved her.

- Who?

- The girl who broke your heart

so badly that you can't even

answer a few simple questions.

Last night was fun.

Goodbye.

- [sighs]

[tense music]

- Obedience is a far
underrated virtue.

- Said only by those who are
insecure enough to need it.

- [chuckles]

I've missed our conversations,

our interactions.

* *

- This was addressed to me.

But it was meant for Trent,
wasn't it?

- I knew he was intercepting
your mail,

so I left clues
that should have led him here.

Clearly not your
intellectual equal.

- Trent is brilliant
and good to the core,

something you will never be.

What do you want with him?

- Oh, I was going
to educate him.

- All these kids are missing,
aren't they?

What does Trent
have to do with them?

- Well, let's just say

that your precious Heavy Boots

is not nearly as pure
as you think he is.

* *

.

- Trent,
it's a simple question.

Is Ian Sessions
in custody or not?

Thank you. [sighs]

Trent's being more difficult
than usual with this case.

But he confirmed Ian
has not been arrested.

- Uh, homework?

- Oh, absolutely not!

- But come on.

Look, it's not gonna
hack itself.

No one would even know.
- You'll know.

- Well, you can't
hack it either.

You're in law school, so.

- But unlike you,

I'm not being monitored
by the DCPD.

OK, look, Ian is missing,

and there could be
crucial evidence on here.

So how about this?

You tell me what to do,

and I'll do it.

- Right,

'cause then I'm not hacking.

I'm not even touching keyboard.

- OK.

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

* *

- You are out of your mind
if you expect me to believe

that Trent has anything to do
with these missing kids.

- Like I said,
this wasn't meant for you.

- I know this kid.

- Gabrielle, you need to go.

- You may not be
in my basement,

but I no longer
am in your farmhouse.

I will do as I please.

- No, I--I told you,

this is between me
and Heavy Boots.

- Something's got you rattled.

What is it? These cases?

No, that would require you
to care for someone

other than yourself.
Something else.

- I know what happened
to Margot's son!

Walk out now
and I will tell you.

- You're lying.

- Was I lying the last time we
worked Jamie's case together?

Gabrielle, all I want is you,
your companionship,

and the life
we are destined to have.

I know you can't come to me
when your people are in need.

So I've made it my mission
to solve their problems.

I'm telling the truth.

I know what happened to Jamie.

Leave and--no!

[dramatic music]

- Ah!

- [grunts]
- Come on, man!

- Give me my money.
- Hey, hey!

- [grunts]

- Get out of here.

- He owes me 500 bucks.

- I'll give you a thousand

if you answer
a couple questions.

- I ain't no snitch.

- Good, 'cause I'm not a cop.

- Yeah, I know him.

He's a creep.

Used to buy from me,

then must have gotten sober

or locked up or something

'cause I didn't see him
for a while.

- He came back?

How long ago?

- Two, maybe three weeks ago?

Must have relapsed.

He was copping
a whole lot more than before.

And everything about him
screams scared.

- He tell you
what he was scared of?

- I'm his dealer,
not his priest, buddy.

[tense music]

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You OK?

You OK?

Gabi, what happened?

- You're here
to take me to jail.

- We need to get you
to a doctor.

Now.

Your head.

- No jail yet.

I have to spread
my dad's ashes.

- No, shh, shh.

It's OK. It's OK.

- He was a good man.

A good dad.

What do you mean you left?

Dad, you need to go back.

Rehab takes time.

No, you can't just
do it yourself.

Dad, please.

Dad, I have to go.

Please.

Please, just go back.

Oh.

[chuckles] Hi, Mr. Parker.

- Hey.

Now, I can pretend
I didn't hear any of that.

Or I can lend an ear.

If there's one thing I know,

it's how hard it is
to stay away from your child

when you know they're hurting.

- Bella,
your dad brought us lunch.

- Hey, baby.

I cut off the crusts,
just like you like it.

- * I can't forget *

- Bella,
why don't you go wash up?

- * Your innocence
was stolen *

- At least she's listening
to one of us.

Sorry if I messed up the lunch.

- No, you're doing great.

And you've only been back
a few days.

- I only left because
Bella came home,

she was afraid of me.

Afraid of all men, really.

That's why I keep taking
these longer haul jobs,

giving her space.

I guess I was hoping
they'd been long enough.

Gina said she was doing better.

- She is.

She really is.

There's no timeline on healing.

It takes as long as it takes.

- [chuckles]

- You're a great dad,
Mr. Parker.

Believe me.

Bella is lucky to have you.

- * Making you stronger *

* *

* Scars like armor
making you stronger *

- No, capital X,
dollar sign, small z.

Look, it's just faster
if I do it.

Just let me--

fine.

OK? Fine.

Type the percent sign,

capital P, capital R,

Control-M, return.

* *

- I did it!
- [laughs]

- Whoo!

I did it!

- Welcome to the dark side.

- Dang, it feels good!

[laughter]

[phone vibrating]

Hello?

Of course.

Yes.

I'm on my way.

- What happened?

- It was the hospital.

There's a body.
They think it's Ian.

.

[tense music]

* *

- Gabi, there were no pictures,

no evidence at all
that Sir was there.

- I saw him,
and there were photos

of seven young children.

I am not crazy, Trent.

- And yet you tried
to take on Sir by yourself.

- I didn't know
Sir was gonna be there.

I thought he had left a clue
about a missing child.

The one from the clipping.

- Gabi, you all right?

What happened?

- She took a blow to the head,

either from Sir or Gabi thinks

there was an accomplice there.

- I was looking right at Sir

when someone hit me
from behind.

- Wait, wait, wait.

You saw Sir alone?

You said
you had a personal errand.

Why lie to me and Lacey?

- Well,
at least she's consistent.

- Enough.

You, get off your high horse.

If you had figured it out
first,

there's no way
you would have called me.

You, your husband is barely
speaking to you because of me.

So this was the last thing
that you needed.

Now, Sir is in the wind again.

Trent, you need to
bring Christian in.

He's our key to Sir.

Dhan, get me up to speed
on the Ian Sessions case.

- Look, we don't have enough
to hold Christian on.

He's a person of interest
at best.

Plus, he also seems
to be in the wind.

- Isn't that on brand
for Christian?

- What was that?

Something about the case?

- We thought Ian's body
was in the morgue.

It wasn't him.
- We need to find Ian.

- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You just got hit in the head.

- Margaret is away.

Zeke is under the thumb
of the DCPD for now.

And we are dealing
with an addict,

something I know about
all too well.

So, no, you need me.

More importantly, Ian needs me.

Get me up to speed on the case.

* *

- That was his side.

[somber music]

* *

- Anything, Dhan?

- Call me stupid,
but we've been trying.

I know, he sounds like trouble.

And why would I want to
stick around for that

and build a family?

- You said it, not me.

- Ian is a lot of work.

And yes,
the timing is terrible,

but I love him.

And love doesn't
depend on timing.

- Is this Ian's?

- Mm-hmm.

[pills rattling]

- How long ago
did you say he relapsed?

- Two weeks.

- I'm afraid either he's
been using a lot longer

or lying to you
a lot more than you think.

- Oh, God.

I think about leaving
all the time,

but I can't.

[crying] I love him.

And I still see
the good in him,

even when no one else does.

Because you are a good person
and people screw up.

The only thing we can do
is ask for forgiveness.

Ian is lucky to have you.

* *

[rattling]

Well, at least we know
where he's been hustling.

Ian's hustle, when he's using
and in need of money,

is stealing luggage
at the airport.

- The guy who got away is Ian.

We have no way
of IDing the other guy.

- Actually, we think
we may have found him.

- Yeah, on Ian's laptop,

- Whoa.

You should be in bed.

And seriously, Zeke?

- You are supposed to be
knocking before entering now.

Do not make us
fire our receptionist.

- And Zeke had nothing to do
with the laptop.

I accessed it myself, me.

- You done now, Trent?

'Cause I'd actually
like to hear

what my team found
and hopefully save a life.

- I found a text
from this guy, Jimmy.

It was sent
the day Ian went missing.

- "You were supposed
to have my back.

"Now you better watch yours,

'cause I will kill you
for what you did."

- Jimmy is likely the guy
in the video,

Ian's partner in crime.

- And he was caught, so
he's clearly in the system.

Can you grab him?

- Sure, give me a few.

I'll meet you down at DCPD.

- Something's going on
with Trent.

Earlier, when I asked for help,

he basically told me
to back off.

And now he's, what,
Mr. Teammate?

- It might be
residual whatever

from finding me unconscious
and the Sir of it all.

But trust your instincts.

Head down to the courthouse.

See what else
you can dig up on Ian.

- On it.
- And while you're there,

see what you can find out
about Lawrence Johnson.

Went missing around 1984.

[tense music]

* *

- Want to tell me
about Lawrence Johnson?

- Not yet.

What I want is an ibuprofen

and to get
a press conference scheduled

for first thing this afternoon.

* *

Wait. What happened with Jimmy?

- Not much.

He's mad at Ian for leaving
him holding the bag, literally,

but he had nothing to do
with his disappearance.

- Are you sure?

- It's kind of hard
to kidnap someone

when you've been in custody
ever since you last saw him.

His airtight alibi is us.

- Damn. All right.

I gotta get to
the press conference.

- Uh, actually,

I think you should hold off.

We don't know what Ian was
involved in or with who.

A press conference could
put him in even more danger.

- A press conference
could save his life.

- We are making progress.

- Progress?
Jimmy was a dead-end.

What is going on with you?

No, never mind.

We've already lost enough time.

- Stop.

I need to talk to you about
what happened at that school.

- A person's life
is at stake, Trent,

and you wanna talk
about Sir nonsense?

- You were consorting
with a fugitive.

- Are you serious right now?

- Ever since Lacey
was kidnapped by Sir,

you have been talking with him
on the sly,

meeting him without telling me.

And now it turns out,
right when you start saying

Christian was involved,
he goes missing?

- Still thinking
the worst of me.

Get out of my way.

- Give me your phone.

You're coming with me.

- The hell I am.

- You really wanna do this
the hard way, Gabi?

[handcuffs clinking]

'Cause I'll do it.

[tense music]

- Instead of letting me
do the press conference,

you're arresting me?

- Phone. Now.

* *

Let's go.

* *

.

[tense music]

- Hey, you need to do
the press conference.

- Gabi's doing it.

- Gabi's under arrest.

Or at least I think she is.

I got a weird voice memo
from her.

I just know that I need
to get down to DCPD

and do what I do best.

And you need to get
the word out on Ian.

- Teaching Trent a lesson is
definitely what I do best.

Let me handle DCPD--

- Dhan,
we don't have time for this.

This is actually the one time

I think you're the best person
to speak to the public.

The way you got over
your own biases,

it makes you the perfect person
to convince America

to look past their own
judgments on addicts

and help us find Ian.

You can do this.

- Sometimes we do things
that are bad for ourselves,

bad for the people who love us.

[camera shutters clicking]

Things snowball,
take on a life of their own,

and before we know it, we're
in a place we don't recognize,

a place we never wanted to be.

Addiction does that.

Addiction did that
to Ian Sessions.

And now he's--

* *

Now he's missing.

Watching from the outside,
it can be hard to understand

how drugs can turn
someone we love

into someone so...

unrecognizable.

I know that
from personal experience

because I used to be like
many of you--

quick to judgment.

But the basic truth is,
whether we understand or not,

whether we judge or not,

Ian doesn't have to be perfect
or even sober

to be loved

and to be found.

* *

None of us do.

* *

- So Zeke hacked into my email

and got you the letter
from Sir.

Am I right?

- Interrogating someone
fresh out of the hospital

with a head injury
is a new low, even for you.

- He hacked into DCPD--
- Not to mention

putting Ian's life at risk

by keeping me away
from the case

and putting Zeke's life at risk
by leaving him

without his tools
to defend himself against Sir.

Who the hell are you?

- That's the second time
you mentioned Zeke

defending himself against Sir.

Did something new happen?

- Sir showed up
at Zeke's house,

essentially to taunt him.

- You need to release
my client right now.

- You're in law school.

- The real question is
whether she's under arrest

because if not,
law school or lawyer,

she's walking out of here
right now.

Right now, Trent.

[tense music]

- That was impressive.

- Seriously?

You can barely hide your pain.

You're dizzy, aren't you?

I've been trying to keep
my opinion to myself

for the sake of Ian's case.

But how could you do something
so stupid

and go into that school alone?

- I didn't know Sir
was gonna be there.

- Bull!

Deep down, you knew.

You're on this crazy quest
to capture him yourself.

You don't even care
if you get killed.

I saw you in the
hospital today, and--

and I'm not ready
for you to leave.

I'm not ready for you to die.

I'm not ready. I'm not ready.

I'm not ready.

[sobbing]

* *

- [screams]

[panting]

- Bella, honey.

It's OK.

It's OK, Bella.

Bella, you all right?

- It--it's OK, Bella.

I'm here. I'm here.

- What's she gonna do when you
have to go back to your life?

- Whenever that happens,
she'll be ready.

She's stronger
than even she thinks.

* *

- I think you need
to call Ms. Gina.

- It's been so hard on her.

I was just trying
to give her a break.

- I know.

But she needs to come home.

- Yeah.

OK.

- Why didn't you tell me
there was a case?

I mean, I--I can help,
especially with Zeke

being out of commission.

- We have it under control,
Margaret.

- So under control that
you did the press conference

instead of Gabi?

I am really proud of you,
by the way.

You did--you did really great.

I mean,
so much better than me.

- And I'm proud of you
for finally

taking the time to heal.

- Don't try to
turn this around.

I know you're not telling me
the whole truth, Dhan.

Listen, I can be there
in, like, two hours.

- Ah, for the love of God,
Margaret, fine.

Gabi got trapped
in a school today with Sir.

She got hit in the head,
but it's minor.

She's gonna be OK, really.

You can see for yourself.

- Margaret,
it's good to see you.

- We miss you.

You look great.

- I--I'm feeling better.

I'm getting better.

[ringtone chiming]
- Oh, one sec.

It's Zeke.

Hey, Zeke, Margaret's here.

Well, kind of here.
She's on monitor.

- Don't get too comfortable,
Margaret.

That's my spot.

[laughter]

- How are we doing
with the tip line, Zeke?

- Uh, it's been buzzing with
mostly fake Ian sightings,

but one interesting
pattern emerged,

which is why I'm calling.

Three people called
saying they saw Ian

locked up in a drunk tank.

Thing is, the sightings were
all in different precincts.

- Well, that doesn't
make any sense.

Why would he go
from one precinct

to another
in less than two days?

- I wondered the same thing.

Now, all three were
basically blackout drunk,

so maybe it's nothing.

- Except I found something
in Ian's records.

About two years ago, the last
time he was sentenced to jail,

he got released
extremely early.

- Well, could it have been
an overcrowding problem?

- I checked,
but they were under capacity.

- Sentence modification order?

- I looked at that, too.
Nothing.

- Something happened
to spring him early.

- Exactly.

From around the same
time frame, I found this.

What if Ian was
on the same tier

as where this deadly
beatdown happened?

It would be easy enough to
verify with his jail records.

- I'll get on it.

- If Ian witnessed the killing,

that would explain why
they let him out early

in exchange
for his cooperation.

- But that was two years ago.

- The law moves pretty slowly,

especially when
they're taking on corrupt cops

or corrections officers.

So, if Ian was a witness--

- They could finally be
convening the grand jury

to investigate the officers.

- The note he left for Eileen.

He said that he wanted
to make her proud.

He meant he was gonna do
the right thing and testify.

- Jail records match.

He was locked up
when this murder happened.

- So what if
the tips are right

about the different
drunk tanks?

- Law enforcement
could be protecting Ian

until he testifies,

shuffling him around,
moving him

from precinct to precinct
to make sure

he never lands anywhere.

- But wouldn't Trent
have been aware?

- Damn right he would.

That's why he's been so weird,

why he didn't want us
to do the press conference.

- Why he tried
to take over the case.

- That bastard didn't
want us to find Ian.

* *

.

[tense music]

[knocking]

- Where the hell is Ian?

- Gabi, what the hell?

- Ian?

Ian?

- It's OK, Ian.

- You took him.

You lied to my face.

You let me worry about him.

You let Eileen,
a recovering addict herself,

worry about him while you
hid him in drunk tanks.

- To protect him.

- You're no different than me.

- Don't you dare

try and draw some
moral equivalency

between what I did
and what you did.

Ian came to me
because he was in danger.

He asked me to protect him,

to get him sober so that
he could do his civic duty.

- So there's a grand jury?

- You know
I can't talk about that.

- Ian, my name is Gabi Mosely.

Eileen sent me.

She's at our office
waiting for you.

If you want to come with me,
just say the word.

Detective Trent
can't legally hold you here.

- Thanks for coming for me,
Ms. Mosely,

but...

I'm where I need to be.

Please tell Eileen
that I love her,

that I know how much heartache
I've caused her.

But I gotta testify tomorrow.

These guys?

I won't be safe.

She won't be safe.

Not until it's over.

And Eileen, she's the best
thing that ever happened to me.

We want a family.

But I can't do that

until I do the right thing.

* *

- I'll tell her.

And we will be there for
you tomorrow, all of us.

There's strength in numbers.

- Thank you.

- Hey,

I'm sorry about
how all this went down.

[sighs]

Don't--

- I didn't say anything.

* *

all: Welcome home.

- Eileen was upset that Ian
didn't want to see her.

I told her that he only
wanted her to see him

the way he wanted to be seen.

- I think he's just
trying to be a good man.

To be honest,
I know how he feels.

- You're already
a good man

and worth all the trouble
in the world.

- I second that.

[phone vibrating]

- Go.

Do what you gotta do.

- Hey, Ethan.

- Guess what?

I'm ready to go back
to law school.

- Lacey, that is amazing.

- All the legal parts
of Ian's case,

it made me feel alive,
you know?

Like--like maybe
I'm stronger than I thought.

- You are,

and you have proven that
time and again.

So,

does this mean you're ready
to take over M&A when I go?

- I don't know.

I'm sorry, I--

I still need more time.

- Even when she was a baby,

she did things
on her own clock.

Born three weeks late.

Wouldn't come out
until she was good and ready.

- She'll let you back in.

I know it.

[gentle music]

* *

- I'm gonna call you
every day from the road, OK?

And I'll send treats.

And I'll see you
in a few weeks.

* *

I'll be thinking about you
all the time.

* *

- * Tried different remedies *

- Sweetheart,
you don't have to be sorry.

You don't have to be sorry
for anything.

You take all the time you need.

* *

- * Erasing these memories *

* Is harder than I thought
it'd be *

* Lord, if I say it *

- How'd you get all
your stuff back so fast?

- You're never
gonna believe it.

- * I just need some advice *

* Can you tell me
what I need *

* To keep my heart beating *

- What?
Ethan, that's not--

that's not the way
I remember it, no.

It was Janet Jackson.

And no, I did not grind on you.

[laughs] I know.

I miss you, too.

- * I feel like I've lost *

* All the feeling *

* The feeling *

* *

- You look happy.

- I'm hopeful

for me and Ethan.

* *

- Eileen.

Oh, my God.

- [laughing] Oh.

* *

- I love you.

I'm sorry.

- I love you.

- All right.

- [chuckling]

- Ready?

[gunshots]

- Down! Everybody, down!

[screaming]

- Anyone hit?
- Ian!

- I'm OK. I'm OK.

- OK.
- You all right?

- Everyone, stay down.

[screaming]
- You, call for backup now.

- Who got hit?

Who got hit?

.

[monitor beeping]

[dramatic music]

* *

[somber music]

* *

- [singer vocalizing]

* *

* Stop *

- I came as soon as I heard.
Where is he?

What--what do we know?
- Nothing yet.

* *

- They're, uh--they're
taking him into surgery.

There was so much blood.

They won't--
they won't tell me, um--

- It's OK. It's OK.

We're here.

We will donate blood, anything.

Whatever you need.

- What I really need right now
is space

and time away from you.

I have had to share him
with you

every moment
of our relationship.

And...

if this is our last one,

then just please

let me have this one.

* *

- Of course.

* *

[folk ballad]

* *

- * Shooting star *

* *

* Shooting across the park *

* *

* Light me up *

* *

* Got my heart running wild *

* *

* And all alone *

* It's when you
got me up with her *

* Smiling with sparks
in your eyes *

* There's nothing
I'd rather do *

* Than burn up
the night sky with you *

[vocalizing]

* *

- You keep it.

- We're gonna get a real one.

[tense music]

* *

- This is Detective Trent.

Leave a message.

- Hey, it's me.

Remember when Margaret said

that Sir was some place
with low water pressure,

some place isolated?

I think I know
why we can never find him,

why he is like the wind.

He is in constant motion
in an RV.

Call me back, OK?

* *

- [sighs]

[crickets chirping]

- * Waiting *

* Over ice *

* For days *

* To pass *

* Without warning *

* Everything changes
like that *

* *

- [sighs]

[ominous music]

* *

- What do you want?

- His name is Lawrence Johnson.

He was five years old
when he went missing.

He wanted to be an astronaut.

His best friend
was his brother, Adam.

His mother left this country
without closure.

Seven cold cases,

all young children,

all taken in southeast DC,

all in one year.

* *

- I don't know
anything about this.

- Even a cursory look

would have made clear

that there was a serial
something on the loose,

and yet somehow no press,

no arrests, no nothing.

Would you like to take a guess
at who the lead detective was?

That's right.

The illustrious detective,

James Trent, your father.

Take a good look.

These faces, these photos,
these children

are gonna destroy your father,

your family, and your legacy.

- You're a liar.

- I am a lot of things,
Heavy Boots.

Never a liar.

Just ask my Gabrielle.

I wouldn't if I were you.

A cop shot in the head
with his own service weapon,

the whole world thinking
he took his own life

out of shame
over what your father did.

Drop the case against
my Gabrielle

or all of this comes out.

[dramatic music]

* *

[grunting, gunshot]

* *

.

- [singer vocalizing]

* *

- Greg, move your head.

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