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.
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!
Why in the hell...
What...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Are you okay?
I'm sorry!
Oh, God.
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.