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Hey, hey, buddy. My battery died, man.

You think you can give me a jump?

- I don't have any cables.
- Oh, I do.

- Yeah, whatever.
- Thank you.

Thank you, man.

If you just wanna pop your hood.
I'll grab my cables.

Ah! Ow, ah!

Nighty night.

Where... where am I?

- What's going on?
- Shh, shh, shh.

Hey, hey, hey.

Now, we don't want anybody
to hear, right?

I mean, this is our little secret.

Who are you?

Ah, you'll have plenty
of time to remember

while we play our game.
Highway 66 is a mile south.

I'm gonna give you
a three-minute head start.

Today is the day.

You're not the predator anymore.

You're the prey.

That's 2 minutes, 56 seconds.

You're wasting time.

Help! Anyone!

Someone help!

Just getting your attention.

- Please don't kill me!
- I'll do whatever you want!

- Well, I want you to run.
- I want you to be scared.

I want you to know there's no escape.

Hey! Did you just shoot my Jeep?

Oh, God.

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Under, nice. Finish.

Finish strong, come on.

Come on, finish strong.
Come on, come on!

Ah!

- How you feel?
- Amazing.

I am tired, like, really tired.

If I sat down, I don't think

I'd be able
to stand back up, but amazing.

- You know what?
- You got good technique though.

Oh, thanks. You're just being nice.

I can't believe
you get the train down here

from Washington Heights every morning.

I like this gym.

It reminds me of the one
I used to train at in LA.

Oh.

I must have walked past here,
like, 100 times,

and I never noticed it.

The old Hana walked past here,

not the New Hana.

You know, I was thinking pasta tonight.

Puttanesca sauce, a side of Caesar.

- You're cooking again?
- Is that a bad thing?

Oh, hell no.

I mean, Crosby was
my roommate for a year,

and he cooked maybe once.

I'm glad you moved in.

Me too. You know what?

Let's stop by the store

and get some fresh bread
on the way home.

Oh, groceries gonna have to wait.

Yep.

Found the bodies two hours ago.

Didn't want to move 'em
till you got here.

Victim in the tree line
is Jamie Scott, local hunter,

owner of this Jeep.
Shot once in the back.

The victim over here
is a different story.

Hope you've had your coffee already.

Decapitated.

- Have you found the head?
- Not yet.

Wallet was still on the body.

The name is John Clemons.
Address here is in Pittsburgh.

Any shell casings?

Uh, four in total off of a .308.

The Jeep was hit twice.
Jamie was hit once.

Not sure where the fourth one went.

I hate to say it,

but it could be
in this guy's missing head.

One-shot through the trees
at a moving target.

Our unsub's a marksman.

Yeah, but Clemons
was the intended target.

He took the time to cut off
his head and take it with him,

maybe as some kind of trophy.

Hunter had the bad luck
of walking up on it.

Wrong place. Wrong time.

It's a damn shame.

Jamie was a good man.
He didn't deserve this.

The hunter had a GoPro

attached to the brim of his hat.

The batteries are dead, but I'll be able

to pull footage
and maybe see what happened.

Okay, good.

Okay, I got something.

John Clemons
is a registered sex offender.

Ten years ago,
he was convicted of molesting

a 12-year-old boy named Chris Preston.

He went to prison
and got out six months ago

and went home to Pittsburgh.

Chris Preston's last known
and current address

are also in Pittsburgh.

Sounds like a hell of a motive.

All right, Hana and Barnes,
head to the MCC

and start digging in.

The rest of us
will go see Chris Preston.

How did you meet John?

He was transferred to our troop

when I was 11 to become scoutmaster.

Troop 88212.

He seemed nice at first,

helped me build a compass, and, um...

then on a camping trip once...

Look, he was a sick pervert, okay?

And he got what he deserved.

Considering the nature of the crime

and what he did to you...

You think that I killed him?

I think whoever did had
a deeply personal reason to.

Did you know John had
gotten out of prison?

Yeah, I knew.

I'm not gonna lie to you, okay?

I thought about it... a lot.

But I didn't do it.

Besides, I was working here
last night till closing.

My boss can confirm it.

Okay. We'll talk to her.

Two days ago, I, uh...

I got this letter from a lawyer.

It's about the class-action
lawsuit against the Boy Scouts.

"Law Offices of Nedra Lewis."

Skip to the last paragraph.

She says with a special case like mine

that I could get up to $15,000.

What, for everything
that happened to you?

Look, you tell me what's worse, okay,

being told that your trauma
doesn't matter,

or that it's only worth 15K?

Do you know of any other kids

who might have been abused by John?

It wasn't a secret.

The older kids in the troop,

they used to call his tent
the bear cave.

Like, somewhere it wasn't safe to be.

Everyone knew.

Everyone except me, I guess.

Hey, boss.

Hana has the footage ready
from the hunter's GoPro camera.

Hey! Did you just shoot my Jeep?

Oh, God.

Ah!

Freeze it there.

Yeah, I see it.

He has some kind
of scarring on his hand.

Okay, I'll do a screen grab and add it

to the description of our unsub.

- Anything new on Clemons?
- Yeah.

I found out he was a troop leader

in the Boy Scouts.

Scoutmaster for Troop 88212,
which Chris Preston was in.

Okay, not just that one.

He was in charge of two others
before that.

That's a lot of other kids
he'd have been in contact with.

Keep digging.

Oh, there's a lawyer
suing the Boy Scouts.

We're gonna see what she knows.

Tuesday's no good.

No, I have the Sanctuary Choir
event that night.

Oh, that could work.
I'll have to check with Dan.

I got to go. Okay.

I'll see you at devotional
in the morning...

It seems to be a pattern.

That's what's so depressing.

The men targeting these boys
were often reassigned

when claims of abuse
were made against them.

So what, they just shuffled abusers

around like the Catholic Church?

Yeah, that's the allegation
we're making.

And did the church here
know about Clemons?

Oh, according to the evidence
I've seen, absolutely.

There's no telling how many more kids

he would have had access to

if not for Chris Preston's bravery

in going to the police with his story.

Have any more of Clemons'
victims come forward?

A few.

We sent a mailer
to all the former members

we could find he had interactions with.

Hopefully, more will join in.

So... so they come forward,

and they expose
their trauma to the world,

and they get $15,000 or less in return?

I can see why they might
not take you up on that.

Is the amount
anywhere close to appropriate?

Of course not.

It doesn't begin to represent the pain

these kids have been through,
but it is an acknowledgment

that what happened to them was real,

and it wasn't their fault.

Hopefully, that is a step
in the direction of healing.

Well, I'd like to see
that mailing list please.

Oh, fair warning,
there are over 450 names

on here and a lot of John Does.

It's going to take a while to print out.

Now, you're getting
a five-minute head start.

That's generous.

And it's gonna be dark in 20.

Come on, even I can't hit

a moving target in the pitch black.

So, Courtney,

here's the important part.

If you can stay
ahead of me for 20 minutes,

you survive.

It's scary, isn't it?

Being alone in the woods
with a predator?

Being helpless to fight back?

Why are you doing this? Who are you?

You know, fact that you
don't know says everything.

But you...

You knew who John Clemons
was, though, didn't you?

You best get running.

You're burning daylight.

The ranch foreman
was walking the fence line

- this morning and found her.
- What kind of ranch is that?

Canned hunting for deer.

The fence keeps them in
so they're easier to find.

Their property butts right up
against the national forest

- all through here.
- There's blood on the fence.

She could have been trying to climb over

when she got shot,

dragged over here. Any shell casings?

Haven't found any, or the head.

It's not from a gunshot.

What's that?

It doesn't look like a gunshot.

Oh, you're right.

A rifle would have caused
a larger exit wound.

- We have an ID yet?
- Yeah.

Prints are a match to Courtney Parker.

Her husband, Dan, reported
her missing early this morning.

Any chance she's
a registered sex offender?

Not at all.

She was director of youth ministries

at her church, nothing
but upstanding on paper.

Hey, boss, I found an arrow
with blood on it.

Our killer's changed his MO.

Tailoring it to each of his victims?

Maybe.

When was the last time
Courtney was seen alive?

She was at her church until 3:00.

So that's...

It's two hours from Pittsburgh.

Gets dark around about 5:30.

It's awful hard to make a shot
with a bow and arrow

when you're losing that light.

That makes the hunt more difficult.

He's challenging himself.

The question is, "Why this victim?"

Why don't you grab Hana,
canvass local archery stores,

see if we can find out
where that arrow comes from?

Kristin and I will go see
this poor woman's husband.

- Courtney's so dedicated.
- She was always busy.

Always working late.

It's not unusual for me to go
to sleep before she gets home.

When I woke up this morning
and she wasn't here,

I realized something was wrong.

How long was your wife
involved with the church?

Over 25 years.

She did community outreach,
prayer groups,

oversaw the youth choir,
church sponsorships.

It wasn't a job to her.
It was her heart.

And what... what kind of sponsorships?

Food pantries, clothing drives,

even local scout troops.

Troop 88212?

Yeah, I think that was one of them.

There were several over the years.

Did she know John Clemons?

No. Not personally.

- But she did know him?
- And what he did?

Not at the time.

These lies that she was aware
of what that man did

or that she... that she helped
cover it up, they're absurd.

She didn't know about him.

There's a lawsuit that claims otherwise.

Well, that lawsuit is a cash grab.

They have people coming forward

who never even met John Clemons.

Courtney was a victim too.

Her name was dragged through the mud.

Her reputation was almost ruined.

I understand,
but clearly someone believed

that she was involved
in covering up Clemons' abuse.

Someone murdered my wife,

killed her like an animal in the woods,

and you are supposed
to be finding the monster

that did this, not persecuting
my dead wife over slander.

Get out.

I need your help with something.

Please, please, please, just let me go.

No, stop crying.

It's not gonna change anything,
all right?

You know, my dad used to tell me that.

Please. Whatever you want.

Pick one.

Thank you.

A mean son of a bitch fired this thing.

What makes you say that?

This arrowhead's heavily modified.

The edge has been barbed and serrated.

It's meant to take chunks
out of whatever organ it hits.

Maximum damage. Maximum suffering.

These are highly illegal in Pennsylvania

'cause they're inhumane.

Do you know where somebody

could get an arrowhead like that?

These are pretty
standard professional grade,

but the fletching here... let me see.

These are real turkey feathers.

They're custom and handmade.

There it is. 9.5.

- That's Wally's mark.
- Who's Wally?

Wally Turner, he's a guide
at the ranch down the road.

- Great hunter.
- The Bradshaw Ranch?

Yeah. Wally fletches his own arrows.

I contract him time to time
to do some for the shop.

He always marks his work
with the number 9.5.

That's the points
of his first state record kill.

Does he have scarring on his right arm?

Yeah, some accident when he was a kid.

Do you know where he lives?

Just down the road in a cabin.

It's right outside the ranch.

Clear in here.

We got a deer rifle over here.

We got a bow, some arrows.

Could be our murder weapons.

Somebody's been using this sleeping bag.

Fresh blood. We just missed him.

- You need to come outside.
- We found something.

Oh, God.

- Clemons and Courtney.
- What's left of 'em.

I've seen this before at hunt camp.

It's nature's most efficient way.

The insects will clean
the skulls naturally,

and then you've got your trophies.

It's still disgusting.

Our fugitive isn't
hunting animals anymore.

He's hunting human beings,

and judging by the blood

in the sleeping bag back there...

he's already found his next victim.

Our fugitive is Walter "Wally" Turner.

Age 28, no criminal history,

and no family outside
of his parents in Kittanning.

And I spoke to his manager
at Bradshaw Ranch,

says Wally is the best guide he has.

His schedule usually stays full,

but he hasn't booked a trip in weeks.

They haven't seen him.

Is he close with any of his co-workers?

No, manager says
he's quiet and a loner mostly.

He just loves to hunt.

No friends, no family,

no one to pay attention
to his comings and goings.

We have a make and model
on a truck registered to him.

- The BOLO's already out.
- Okay, I just found this.

Wally Turner,
member of Boy Scout Troop 88212

from 2001 to 2003.

John Clemons was his scoutmaster.

All right, so Turner
was abused by Clemons,

and he blamed Courtney for
allowing Clemons to stay on

as scoutmaster despite
allegations against him.

And then he killed them both
for what they did to him.

Now he can go after anyone else

he blames for his abuse.

We have PD protecting
the local council, right?

Yes, but Wally's already
taken another victim.

It's possible his rage might
not be limited to the council,

so we need to figure out
who else he might target.

Call Kristin.

Let's start with Turner's parents.

Sorry, we only have dairy creamer.

Oh, that's fine. Thank you.

Have either of you seen Wally recently?

He came by a few weeks ago
to pick up his mail.

It still comes to the house here.

May I ask about Wally's scars
on his right hand?

How'd he get those?

He got lost during a Boy Scout
camping trip when he was ten.

His scoutmaster...

- John Clemons.
- Yes.

Mr. Clemons said that Wally
just ran off from camp

in the middle of the night.

How long was he alone in the woods?

Almost two days.

While he was out missing,
he ran up against

this plant. What's it called, Colton?

Hogweed. The sap is poisonous.

He got it on his hand and arm somehow.

The doctor said it was the equivalent

of third-degree burns.

How much longer
did he stay in the troop?

Oh, he never went back after that.

They lost him in the woods.
What good were they?

They didn't lose him. He run off.

Did Wally ever talk

about why he might
have run off that night,

or whether Clemons
was inappropriate with him?

Inappropriate?

That Clemons abused him sexually?

No. Wally ain't no sissy.

He wouldn't do anything like that.

With all due respect,
he was ten years old.

He wouldn't have had much choice.

No, we heard about
those allegations of Clemons

- being a fruit, but Wally isn't.
- They weren't allegations.

Clemons was convicted
of molesting one of the boys.

Those kinds of kids
that that stuff happens to,

they send out signals.

I read an article on the internet,

and our son didn't put out any signals.

Are you trying to tell us...

Did you ever take Wally
to speak to a professional

about his experience?

The detective who worked Wally's case

suggested we take him
to speak to a doctor.

He gave us a card.

Colton didn't think it was necessary.

Wally ain't a nutcase.

Going to a shrink
is like going to a mechanic.

You tell him you think
something's wrong,

and they're happy to prove you right,

charge you an arm
and a leg in the process.

You said Wally still gets his mail here.

Did he receive a letter
recently regarding a lawsuit?

Yes, he did.

He got really angry about it.

What was it that made him angry?

He said it was disgusting
that they'd try to lump him in

- with all these other kids.
- And he was right to be angry.

It's a bunch of greedy people
looking for free money.

Things happen.

You can't just put your hand
out and expect the world

to give you anything for it.
It's just the way things are.

Can you believe those people?

I mean, even if Wally
had told them about his abuse,

they would have done nothing.

How could you do that to your own son?

- Excuse me.
- I just remembered something.

I did take Wally to see a psychiatrist

a couple of times.

Wally was different after being lost.

It was like a light had gone out in him.

Here's the doctor's card. I saved it.

- Thank you.
- I'll call it into Jess.

I remember Wally.

He was ten, I believe, at the time.

He was at a campsite and ran off

into the woods shirtless
in the middle of the night.

We believe that he was sexually abused

by his scoutmaster, John Clemons.

I do too.

He exhibited all the signs.

He was quiet, emotionally withdrawn,

anxious in closed spaces.

Even being here alone in this office

was too much for him.

We had to conduct the sessions
across the street in the park.

And did he ever admit
that he was abused?

No, he talked about the forest,

about how bad the sap hurt his arm,

but he would never talk about
what happened at that campsite.

And did you tell his mother
what you suspected?

Well, I tried, but she wouldn't hear it.

She said the Boy Scouts

wouldn't put kids in danger like that.

If he never opened up to you
about his abuse,

he probably never opened up to anybody.

No, I doubt it.

He repressed the memory and all
the emotions attached to it,

but the right trigger could
bring them all to the surface.

Something like a letter

saying that your trauma
is worth $15,000?

Yeah, that could absolutely do it.

Now, Wally's not my patient anymore.

I've haven't seen him in years,

but I can imagine
all the repressed emotion

hitting him all at once
would be overwhelming.

Did he ever mention
anyone besides Clemons to you?

Someone else he might blame?

No, but in my experience

most victims fall into cycles of trauma.

Wally's cycle might not be
perpetuating sexual abuse

but rather the feelings
that the abuse caused in him.

He's the predator exerting dominance

and control over the victims.

In my opinion, Wally's trying
to find closure in his own way.

He made his abuser
feel powerless and scared.

Excuse me a second.

Hey, Kristin.

I get what you're saying,
but he didn't stop there.

Correct, whatever closure
looks like to Wally,

he's not stopping until he gets it.

Forensics just ID'd

some blood from Wally's trailer.

It belongs to a Cameron Early,

another registered sex offender.

You have any idea who he might be?

No, but I doubt it's a coincidence

that he's a convicted sex offender.

You picked well, Cameron.

You know, most people don't consider

statutory rape a crime,

especially if both people are young.

You... you were 19, right?

- It was consensual.
- Her parents ratted us out.

Mm-hmm.

Now, molesting a 12-year-old,

yeah, I think everyone

can agree that's
a despicable thing to do.

It's lies, man. It's all lies.

No, it wasn't.

See, I read all about you.

I don't know who you are,
but if you don't let me go,

I will seriously mess you up.

I like your confidence. You know what?

It's only fair for you
to pick this time, okay?

So pick a hand.

I'm not gonna play whatever
screwed-up game this is.

You heard me. Come on, pick one.

That's a good choice.

And for you...

okay, now, the rules are simple.

The first one of you to make it
to the foreman's office wins,

is free to go.

And the loser... yeah, well,

the loser gets
exactly what they deserve.

I'm gonna give you a minute head start.

Oh, yeah, and, uh,
look out for an Easter egg.

Sorry, man. Nothing personal.

Ah-ah! Ah!

Ahh!

No! No!

No! No!

I win.

First victim here is Cameron Early.

It's our man from the sleeping bag.

Based on the rigor, I'd say
he's been here all night.

Shot first in the leg,
then again to the chest.

Shell casing is from a .38 revolver.

That's new.

Our fugitive hasn't used a handgun yet.

- I don't think it was him.
- Second victim's this way.

There's another one?

Yeah. We found two sets of cut zip-ties

near the front of the mill.

Based on the footsteps, it looks like

they started there
and then came this way.

This is one Matthew Pitts.

His prints were in the system
and also on that gun.

I figure he shot Early

on the catwalk and then ran in here.

So Pitts killed Early,
and then Turner killed him?

Well, that's what it looks like.

Any connection between
Turner and these two?

They're both registered sex offenders,

but I'm not seeing a connection
to the Boy Scout camp.

And I doubt you'll find one.

The Clemons and Courtney kills
were personal.

He wanted them to feel
the terror that he felt,

helpless and lost in the woods.

This... this is a game.
He's escalated in every way.

Two victims, not one.

A steel mill instead of the woods.

He even gave them a gun
to fight back with.

You mean to fight over.

You've only found the one gun, right?

- Yes, sir.
- It's like the old joke.

If you and a friend are running
from a bear in the woods,

you don't have to be faster
than the bear,

just faster than your friend.

So why these two?

His personal targets may be done,

but he certainly is not.

The hunts gave him a sense
of power, and he likes it.

These two were probably
picked at random.

He didn't take their heads as trophies.

He hunted them like animals,
and he enjoyed killing them.

He'll keep going until we stop him.

- Take a look at this.
- What is that?

It's every registered sex offenders

in Allegheny County.

He's got quarry for days.

Are you Watkins Farr?

- Wrong guy.
- Nah, I don't think so.

Oral copulation by fear or force

of a nine-year-old boy, right?
Is that what you did?

- What's your problem, man?
- You.

You're my problem, Watkins.

Oh! Oh!

Turner already struck again?

In broad daylight half an hour ago.

And he made no attempt
to hide the abduction.

- No.
- You know who the victim is?

Watkins Farr.

Store manager knows him as a regular.

Let me guess,
another convicted sex offender?

Served 12 years in prison

for molesting a nine-year-old boy.

State police got a hit on Turner's truck

outside of a diner in Blairsville.

This is more escalation.

He's abducting his victims
in public now.

And making no attempt to hide his truck.

Either he's sloppy or more brazen.

That makes him more dangerous.

Scramble state police.
Have 'em meet us at the diner.

Check the diner. I'll clear the truck.

The truck is clear.

- Stop that car!
- Stop that vehicle now!

- Stop it!
- He's running!

- Hold the line!
- FBI!

Get out of the vehicle.
Put your hands in the air.

Nice and slow.

I just came to check my patient..

He said he needed me.

Turner is a fugitive
who's killed four people,

and how is he a patient of yours

if you haven't seen him
in over two decades?

A year ago, I was invited

to go hunting at the Bradshaw Ranch.

- Wally was our guide.
- So you reconnected.

Yes, and he was struggling.

It didn't take a professional

to see that he was in deep pain.

I worked with him, and just as it seemed

we were getting somewhere,
he stopped coming.

Until last week.

He came to see you after
he killed Clemons, didn't he?

Yes.

Did he tell you he killed Clemons?

- He didn't have to.
- I could see it in him.

He was free in a way
I'd never seen a patient.

You know, by doing this,

you've impeded an FBI investigation.

Not true.

I'm only obligated to disclose
if he talks about committing

a future crime, which he did not.

You knew he wasn't
gonna stop, though, didn't you?

Why did he ask you to meet him here?

Did he ask you to bring him something?

A hunting rifle and ammo.

He knows you're after him,
and he says he's not scared.

- Did you gave it to him?
- Yes.

Yes, because Wally's right.

These pedophiles,
they're not people anymore.

They can't be reformed.

I've spent 30 years
trying to heal the devastation

they leave behind, and I'm sick of it.

Secondary trauma can have
the same effects as PTSS.

I think you're suffering from it.

Maybe I am.

All these years, all these
innocent children left broken.

I don't care anymore.

What Wally's doing feels
like justice for these victims!

It's not Wally's justice to serve.

Yes, it is!

I'm at peace with it.

Where did he go, Doctor?

He's in the woods behind the diner.

He... he's got a man with him.

You're under arrest

for aiding and abetting a felon.

And I hope you're at peace with that.

No tracks. No movement.

He's in here somewhere.

- Shot fired!
- Man down!

The shot came from the south.

- He's toying with us.
- He's trying to drawing us in.

Let's keep moving.

All right, move forward!

Shots fired! Two down!

Help me!

Let's form a perimeter.

Somebody help me, please!

Kristin, you're with me.

I hear you. Are you there?

I hear you. Help me, please!

Help me! Help me.

Help me, please! Help me.

That was a warning shot. Take heed.

- You got us out here, Wally.
- What do you want us to do?

You ought to be thanking me.

I'm doing your job for you.

Making the world a safer place.

I want you to see
how real justice is served.

I can understand
what you're saying, Wally,

but I think you know this isn't
gonna bring you any closure.

Closure is a myth.

You don't just get past
what happened to me.

No, a piece of me was stolen.
It's not coming back.

I believe you can get through this.

I believe you can heal the pain.

No, I found something better.

I found a way to make the predators

and the ones like you
that protect them understand.

Watkins understands, don't you?

Please, I don't want to die.

Nobody else needs to get hurt, Wally.

You can end this cycle right now.

The choice is yours.

There's only one way to deal
with scum like this.

No jail, no rehab, no second chances.

They deserve to be put down
like the animals they are.

I can't just let you shoot him, Wally.

I swore an oath.

To protect child molesters and rapists?

I swore an oath to protect
the citizens of this country...

And that includes Farr.

It includes you too, Wally.

Please... please help me. Please.

No one's gonna help you, Watkins.

Just like no one was there
to help that nine-year-old boy.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for what I did. I swear to...

Shut up!

Your bleating, and your apologies

aren't gonna save you now.

I don't wanna die.

Just like a true hunter,

always upwind from his prey.

- Now.
- Pop smoke!

Pop smoke!

Shots fired!

Suspect down.

Got suspect down! Suspect down!

No vitals. Suspect is down.

That smells amazing.

The whole apartment smells amazing.

The secret is in the anchovies.

You got to add 'em early
so they release the flavor.

How long did it take you
to make all this?

Not long.

Now, my mother, she used
to make the pasta from scratch.

Me, I bought it from the store,
'cause it's been a crazy day.

Ugh, tell me about it.

So your mother taught you how to cook?

- Yeah, she's old-school.
- She was raised in Mexico City.

She moved to California when she was 14.

She is the best chef I ever met.

So your Mexican mother taught you

- how to make Italian food?
- She did.

She's like a chef without borders.

My dad, my brother,
and I would have dinner

with her every Sunday night
before she passed.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know.
- When did that happen?

Five years ago.

I was more worried about
my dad, but he's all good.

He spends most of his time
with his retired cop buddies

trading war stories.

What about your mom? How is she?

Mm, good. Cancer is in remission.

Unless you mean my birth mother,

in which case, I don't know.

- Wait, you're adopted?
- Mm-hmm.

- I didn't know that.
- Have you ever met her?

No, I don't know anything about her.

Just this email.

You've had that email this whole time,

and haven't reached out?

I wrote an email.

I asked her a bunch of questions.

I said everything I wanted to say.

And?

And it's been sitting
in my drafts folder

for the past two years.

Mm, what's stopping you from sending it?

I don't know. Fear?

I mean, what if the answer
is worse than not knowing?

That sounds like the old Hana.

The new, seize the day Hana,
she would have sent that email.

You're right.

- What if I just sent it?
- What if you did?

You really think I should?

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.