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- I think I'm dying.
- Can you tell me your address?

I'm not anywhere.
Aah, I'm bleeding. Yeah.

- I think I was shot.
- Okay.

- Can you tell me your name?
- Edgar.

Okay, Edgar. You said
you didn't know where you were?

Woods. Last thing I remember.

Are there any landmarks around you?

Something to help
narrow down your location?

It's too dark.
I think I'm underground.

I think I'm buried alive.

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118, this is Fire 1.

We're looking for a needle
in a haystack out here.

All right, victim's name
is Edgar Hill.

He told dispatch
that he was carjacked,

got shot and buried in some sort
of coffin out here.

Based on the size of an average male,

that box is probably 86 by 30 inches.

That's 45 feet of cubic space,

most of which is taken up by Edgar.

So he's got ten minutes
to an hour's worth of air left.

We don't know how long
he's been underground, right?

Or which piece of ground he's under.

Cell towers can only limit
the search by so much.

Let's fan out.

Hey, Cap, do we know how serious
that gunshot wound is?

Blood loss may have
gotten him already.

Dispatch still has him on the line.

Hopefully, they can keep him talking.

And not hyperventilating.

There's not enough air in here.

You got to get me out of here.

Edgar, stay calm.

- Do not tell me to stay calm.
- Edgar, stop.

I know you're scared,

but staying calm
will help you stay alive.

The faster you breathe,
the more oxygen you consume.

And we want you to save
as much oxygen as you can

until they find you. You understand?

Yeah. Okay, yeah.

A mystery is unfolding in the
deep, dark woods at this hour,

where it appears a man was shot

and buried alive earlier tonight.

A massive search and rescue
effort is currently underway.

118, be advised.

Infrared penetration is not
optimal at this time.

Copy that, Fire 1.
Keep doing what you can.

Buck, you get anything
on sound detection?

Nothing, Cap.

If he's really out here,

shouldn't he be able to hear us?

Edgar, rescuers are on the scene.

Are you sure you can't hear them?

Can barely hear anything.

Oh, God!

Oh! Oh, this damn gunshot!

I'm gonna die in a box. Stupid...

Oh.

...wooden...

...box.

Cap, I got something.

- What?
- Thought I heard a voice.

Edgar, what was that?

I got to...

...get... out!

Yes.

Edgar, what are you doing?

Gonna break... Oh!

...this...

down!

Edgar!

- Tell me what's happening.
- No.

Oh, no.

It's caving in!

118, I think our victim's
running out of time.

You got anything on your side?

We thought we might have picked

something up with the sound equipment,

but then we lost it.

We're still scanning that same area.

It's gone quiet.

What if I gave you a sustained
sound to listen for?

If Buck is right about

what he heard, we should be able
to pinpoint his location.

Yeah, I don't know if it'll be loud,

- but it won't be very long.
- Copy that.

This is Captain 118. Be advised.

We are conducting
a targeted sound sweep.

Fire 1, give us five minutes

- of breathing room.
- Copy that, Captain.

Everybody else, hold the work.

Radio silent until my call.

Edgar, here's what I need you to do.

Take a deep breath

- and scream.
- What?!

Scream, Edgar! Now!

There.

There!

Here!

Everybody, dig! Move!

Hey, come on! Come on!

Edgar, stay with us!

We're coming for you!

- That's the box.
- All right, let's get the top off.

Hey, hey.

Careful, now. Careful, guys.

Get the gurney over here.

We got him, Cap! We got him.

Dispatch, we've located
and extracted the victim.

Beginning medical assessment.

Copy that, 118. He's all yours.

- We've got a pulse.
- Roll him on his side.

- I'll clear his airway.
- Found the bullet wound.

Pulse 120 and thready.

BP 90/50. Breath sounds
severely diminished bilaterally.

He's aspirated. We've probably got

hypovolemic shock.
While we're waiting,

let's start a line.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, Lizzie.

Thought your name was Julie.

We've had no official
word from rescue personnel,

but based on radio communication,

the search has been going on
for well...

- Oh, coming through.
- ...over...

Uh, it appears the man has been found.

There you see him.

First responders literally pulling him

from the ground moments ago.

We do not yet have the identity
nor the condition of the victim,

but he does appear to be alive.

Investigators are now beginning
to arrive on the scene

as the next phase
of this mystery begins.

Where's Bobby?

Detective, it's good to have you back.

It's good to be back.
So what do we got?

Victim is on the way to the hospital.

Looks like he got shot in the back,

put in a coffin and buried up here.

Coffin? I thought the victim
said it was a carjacking.

That's what he told dispatch.

So carjackers that dig holes
and bring coffins. That's new.

Victim say anything
when you pulled him out?

He was calling out
to somebody named Lizzie,

saying he was sorry.

Could've been his wife or girlfriend?

- Your guys did that?
- No, victim did.

Tried to punch and claw his way out.

Buried alive.

Well, that's the stuff of nightmares.

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Harry?

Didn't you hear me calling you?

No. I thought I saw...

What?

Come on. I got to drop you off.

I don't want to be late for work.

You know, you jumped
like you saw a ghost.

It's normal to be curious about him.

The man who kidnapped you.

I can't believe
my dad showed you that.

You're not in trouble, Harry.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Your father's just concerned.

He's a snitch.

Well, he's a snitch who loves you.

Can you tell me what made you
want to look that up?

No. I don't want to talk about it.

Not with you, and not with them.
They weren't kidnapped.

None of you have any idea
what that was like.

But we want to...
understand what happened to you.

How is that gonna help me?

One of the ways
we move past our trauma

is to confront it and share it.

You're just like them.

Everybody wants me to move on,
like nothing happen.

That's not what I meant.

The last thing I want is for you
to pretend it didn't happen.

Because it did.

I see him sometimes.

See him where? In your dreams?

No.

I only see him when I'm awake.

She called it a breakthrough.

Isn't it? Harry's starting to open up.

Well, to her. Not to me or Michael.

- He still doesn't trust us.
- Well, look,

I know that it hurts, feels like
Harry's shutting you out, but

try to be patient. It's just
gonna take a little time.

What if we're running out of time?

He barely said a word
on the way back to Michael's.

And now he's visiting that
damned Jeffery Hudson website.

Harry's looking for answers.

Something terrible happened to him.

He can't confront Jeffery, so
he's trying to understand him.

Yeah. That's what my therapist said.

But it should be noted
that neither of you are

on that website
with crosshairs over your face.

And the things that they wrote about me.

Aren't true.

You didn't drive that man
to do anything.

Hudson made his choices,
didn't care who he hurt,

and that is on him, not on you.

Oh, Harry still blames me.

I mean, it just feels like the
harder I try to hold on to him,

the more he slips away.

It's quite a story, Mr. Hill.

I know, right?

Yeah. Well, the tale is
a little thin, though.

You say that a man took you hostage

at gunpoint and made you drive
to the woods.

But you don't remember anything
that happened after he shot you.

They say trauma can screw
with your memory.

You also don't remember where
you were when he got in the car.

It all happened so fast. I...

I-I think I was driving home.

Okay, from where?

I don't remember.

And if I was to ask you

if you got a good look
at your abductor?

Never saw his face.

Right.

He had one of those things on, a...

What do you call it?
A, uh... a baklava.

- Balaclava?
- Yeah.

Exactly.

My mind's just not all there.

Maybe we should start
from the beginning,

see if we can help jog your memory.

Mr. Hill. I hope
you don't mind, but I'm...

Now's not a good time, Ms. Kelly.

Taylor Kelly. Channel 8 news.

Well, I'm a big fan.

- Yeah.
- She can stay.

Well, that's great.

Maybe you'd like
to give an on-camera statement

about your ordeal.

I'm sure the public will want

to hear your account
of this atrocious crime.

I don't remember much.

Is your wife here? Maybe she can talk

about her relief
after your miraculous rescue.

- Lizzie?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, she's not here.

- Is she home?
- She's on a trip. A cruise.

- In Alaska.
- Mm.

- Girls' cruise trip thing.
- Oh.

You know, communication
out there can be pretty spotty.

We can call the ship. I'm sure
they could track her down.

Well, reservation wasn't
under her name.

She'd still be on the manifest.
All passengers are.

You know, uh...

I don't feel so good. Um,

maybe if we could finish this later...

- If you could leave a card...
- Of course.

You might want
to call me first, Mr. Hill.

If you're in trouble, I can help you.

That was weird, right?

His little song and dance
about the wife?

No comment.

His story doesn't make any sense.

What kind of carjacker
puts someone in a coffin?

Your firefighter boyfriend
tell you about that?

No.

I watched your crime scene
techs pull it out of a hole

and put it in the back of their van.

Come on. I can help you, Detective.

You must have a theory.

Off the record?

All right, here's what
I can tell you. Off the record.

I'm putting an officer
on Mr. Hill's door.

No one is going in or out
other than hospital staff.

Wow. You think the alleged
carjacker could come back?

No. But I'm pretty sure you'll try.

Boston?

Yeah. Buck is convinced
he heard the bells

of the Old North Church in the
background when she called.

The one-if-by-land-two-if-by-sea
church?

- That's the one.
- And the fact that there's

an exact replica
of that church in Burbank

- never occurred to him?
- You're kidding.

- Where are you?
- Des Moines.

I swear to God, Hen. If I drive
to the Eastern Seaboard

with my infant daughter,
and Maddie's somewhere

in the 818, I'm gonna kill Buck.

Yeah, you've already sworn to do that.

Well, then, I'll bring him
right to the point of death,

and with my not-insubstantial
paramedic skills,

I will revive him,
and then I will kill him.

Why would Maddie be in Boston?

Well, that's where she lived with Doug

after they got married.

Again, I ask, why Boston?

There can't be a lot
of happy memories there for her.

He was in medical school.

She was in nursing school.
They barely saw each other.

She used to tell me it was actually

the happiest point in their marriage.

What is everyone's obsession
with revisiting the past?

Why? Who else is taking you
down memory lane?

Eva.

She called this morning.

Wants to come by the station and talk.

I don't know what would be worse.

Me talking to my ex,

or me telling my wife
I talked to my ex.

I kind of wish
I was in Boston right now.

Do you have any idea

where you're gonna look
once you get there?

- Not yet.
- I mean,

there's got to be a reason
Maddie's gone back to her past.

Maybe she's chasing ghosts.

Or maybe I am.

I get goosebumps
just thinking about it.

Buried alive.

You did a great job.

He sounded so scared, trapped,

thinking he was gonna die.

You think that's how Harry felt?

Your brother wasn't buried
in the woods.

No, he was walled up under
some stairs. Totally different.

May, I'd really rather not relive it,

if that's okay with you.

You know, we're-we're trying
to put it behind us,

you know, so maybe
stop bringing it up?

I just don't understand
why we can't talk about it.

We are talking about it.

Y-Your brother has his therapist.

Your mom has hers. Hell, I'm
even considering talking to one.

Right, but we're not talking
to each other.

Dad, we all went through it,
in our own ways,

but we aren't processing it together.

We're barely processing it at all.

We are all doing the best that we can.

Are we? He hasn't been back
to the house.

And I can't help but notice,
neither have you.

You know, that's
not gonna solve the problem.

No,

but it could be a step
in the right direction.

You look good.

Thank you.

- What do you want, Eva?
- I'm leaving, Hen.

California.

You know, I've done my time,
gotten clean.

It will be two years next month.

And I figure
it's time for a-a fresh start.

Well, congratulations.

Safe travels.

So, two years without getting high...

it's a long time
to sit with your mistakes,

the things you've done
and the people you've hurt.

And I know I hurt you.

In ways that I don't even
have the words for.

I'm one of your steps.

I owe you so much. You saved my life.

You took in my kid.

And despite everything I did to you,

- you never once took it out on him.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

How do you know that?
Did you talk to Denny?

No. I know you.

Look.

Look, look. I'm-I'm...

I'm glad that you're doing better,

and-and-and I hope it continues.

But... forgiving you?

That's gonna take a minute.

I know.

I just appreciate you
taking the time to hear me out.

If Denny ever asks about me...

Eva.

Just tell him the truth.

Hey! How was your shift?

Weird.

Weird how?

A bus-through-a-building weird,

or a-woman's-face-fell-off weird?

An Eva-walked-into-work weird.

She wanted to tell me
that she was leaving town,

and she was sorry
for everything she had done,

and she hoped
that I could forgive her.

And... did you?

What? No.

I mean, I heard her out,

but that's it. She-she left. I...

I didn't get the sense that
there was anything more to it.

She seemed sincere.

She always does to you.

That's not fair.

Fair?

You cheated on me with her.

Or did you forget?

I didn't have
to tell you this, you know.

Then why did you?

Because I don't want any more secrets.

I wanted to tell you the truth

so that you would know
that you can trust me,

even when it comes to her.

You really think she's leaving town?

Yeah.

She-she seemed... sincere.

And that is why I can't trust you.

No! No!

Oh, God!

- Ma'am, what's going on?
- He's not breathing.

I went to get him out
of the car seat, and he's...

Okay, let me see him. Yeah.
I'm a paramedic. Give him to me.

- Okay.
- Okay. You, call 911! All right.

Here, let me see him.

Okay. Did, uh, anything happen
while you were driving?

A fender bender?
Did you slam on the brakes?

No, nothing like that. Uh, we went

to the aquarium. He seemed fine.

- I...
- No pulse. Blood is fresh.

All right. Come on.

Come on, kid. You just gotta breathe.

Come on.

Let's go. Breathe for me.

All right!

- Boston EMS. Step aside.
- Okay, uh, we got a newborn,

bleeding from the nose,
pulse is steady.

Breathing has returned,

looking at a possible
vitamin K deficiency.

Sounds like someone trained you well.

Eli.

What the hell are you doing
in Boston, Howie?

Chasing ghosts. Long story.

Hey.

- Heard you were back.
- I missed you, too.

- Also heard you caught yourself
a real head-scratcher. - Mm.

- Buried-alive guy.
- Yeah. Bobby tell you about that?

No. Taylor Kelly.

Heard you two really got
into it at the hospital.

You posted a uni to keep her out?

I couldn't help myself.
The woman's a menace.

I'm just trying to figure out

how Edgar Hill ended up
buried alive...

and why he won't tell anyone
what happened.

Uh, isn't that the police's job?

I don't think they have any idea
what they're looking for.

Mm. Edgar Hill.

Carjacked, shot and buried alive.

Claims to have no memory
of what happened

and no idea of who
might want to hurt him.

- Married?
- Yeah.

Lizzie. Married ten years.

Current whereabouts unknown.

He said she was on a cruise to Alaska.

Let me guess. He lied?

"I'm sorry, Lizzie."

That's what he said

when you pulled him
out of the hole, right?

How do you know that?
I didn't tell you that.

What? You think you're my only source?

Were you able
to track down the coffin?

Was able to trace it
to the store, but that was it.

They couldn't tell me who bought
those specific boards.

Just gave me a list
of everyone who made a purchase.

It's gonna take some time
to run down all these.

Did learn
something interesting, though.

The manager at the store said
that they all knew Edgar Hill.

Apparently, he shopped there.

Well, he is a contractor,
so that's not surprising.

He'd been in a lot
the last couple of weeks,

but, oddly, manager couldn't
find any purchase records.

So he's coming into the store,
but not buying anything?

You think he's visiting a friend?

The wife didn't have any friends.

At least according to the neighbors.

But then, past few weeks,

they started noticing a van
parked down the street.

And one of them
saw Lizzie getting out of it.

Could've been anyone's van.
Could've been the pool guy.

Okay, never had a pool,
but I'm pretty sure

you don't meet with them

inside their van.

You think she was having an affair.

I think there was definitely
something wrong

with that marriage.

He was having financial troubles.

And still managed to find a way to pay

for three life insurance
policies on the wife.

They don't have kids.

She didn't work outside the home.

And he let the policy
on himself lapse.

Lizzie was furious when she found out.

The mail carrier said they had a
screaming match in the driveway.

Over life insurance?

He told her she'd never get
another penny out of him,

dead or alive.

She told him, money or not,

she'd rather see him dead.

Still, one thing
just doesn't make sense.

The Hills had two cars.

A seven-year-old sedan
and a brand-new Range Rover.

Fancy car like that
would make Edgar a target.

Except he claims
that he was driving the sedan

when he got carjacked.

But he had the keys to the SUV.

Did you check the garage
at their house?

Empty. Both cars are gone.

I tried to ask Edgar about it,
but he stopped talking.

Suppose the wife could have it.

Or maybe he gave it to a friend.

Someone who works
at a home improvement store?

Okay, I know it
sounds crazy, but hear me out.

The marriage is in trouble.

Lizzie wants out until
she discovers the money is gone.

Edgar's business is failing.

He's about to lose everything he has.

She's invested years
into that marriage.

She is not about
to walk away with nothing,

or worse, half of nothing.

But Edgar still has
those life insurance policies,

and they're worth millions.

Just not as long as Lizzie's alive.

The house, the cars,
the retirement accounts...

they're worth millions.

But only if Edgar is dead.

You think it was a professional hit?

The car could be a down payment

until the job is done.

Only one person knows for sure.

We need to find the hit man.

And then we can prove
what really happened.

- The wife did it.
- The husband did it.

You're packing.

You're actually moving.

Yeah, want to see the lease

for my new place in Portland?

I want to know why
you keep popping up,

trying to blow my life apart.

I'm not trying
to blow your life apart.

What are you doing?

You're clean. You got a new life.

You're moving on.
Great. Happy for you.

You didn't need to go see Hen.
You could've just left town.

You wouldn't understand.

Then make me.

Hen was the first person
who ever really saw me.

She said she loved me.

She told me that I mattered.

There was a time when me being
clean would've made her proud.

You wanted to make her proud
of you again.

Yeah, a little.

But, look, you really don't
have to worry about me.

I have been worried about
you since the third date.

She told me about you,

and her hurt was so raw and so deep.

I didn't know whether
to pull her close or run away.

Well, it seems like
you made the right choice.

I remember when you called Hen

to tell her that you were pregnant.

That you needed her help.

I thought, "That's it.

She's going back to Eva.
They're gonna be a family."

Every time you call,

that's what I feel.

That I am about
to lose my wife and my son.

Because all the people
I love the most...

belonged to you first.

Hen is never gonna leave you.

What, because you're moving to Oregon?

'Cause Hen loves you

more than me.

Name's Tom Gladden. He works
at the store. He met Edgar Hill

in the parking lot
at least half a dozen times.

Ah, ex-Marine.

Looks like he ran into
some trouble a few years back.

Did a stint at Lompoc.

Hasn't been back to work
since Edgar's carjacking.

But he did use his credit card
at a motel just up the coast.

Hey, listen.

Can you take his photo
over to the hospital?

- See if Edgar will identify him?
- No can do.

Talked to a uni.
Edgar Hill checked out

of the hospital earlier this morning.

I got a car sitting on the house
in case he comes home.

Okay, let me know if he shows
up. I'm on my way to the motel.

All right. Go get him, tiger.

Detective Ransone.

You know you're a reporter, right?

Your job is to report the news,
not create it.

I was gonna call you.
I just wanted to make sure

the subject was on the premises
before you made a trip out.

Maybe get a confession on camera.

Make sure the parking lot's
locked down, no one in or out.

By the way, how did you hear
about this place?

Someone tipping you off?

I just did some
old-fashioned investigating.

Detective,

I got a guy here looking
to deliver a pizza.

All right, hold onto him.

This will all be over in a moment.

Tom Gladden!

- Uh, who's Tom Gladden?
- A very dangerous man whose door

you were about to knock on,
armed only with a microphone.

I was here to talk to Lizzie Hill.

What? No, Lizzie Hill is dead.

Her husband hired Gladden to kill her.

- You don't have to be so rough!
- Let's go.

Wait. That-that's...

Lizzie Hill. She's the one

who hired the hit man...
to kill Edgar.

Got a runner!

Edgar?

Damn you, Lizzie.

And you, too, Tom!

- I'm so confused.
- I'm so confused.

A shocking new development

in the story of the kidnapping
and attempted murder

of local contractor Edgar Hill.

In a bizarre turn of events,

three suspects are in custody tonight,

including Mr. Hill himself,

as well as his wife Elizabeth Hill,

and Tom Gladden,

an employee at a local hardware store.

Okay. You want to tell me
what happened?

Those two are crazy.

Edgar was a regular.

Came in all the time.
Seemed like a nice guy.

Couple of months ago, he mentioned

he might have a job for me,
real good pay.

Told me what a terrible mistake
his marriage had been,

that his wife was a horrible person.

Gold digger, abusive.

Never kept the house tidy.

Abusive how? Physically?

He did not say. I did not wish to pry.

I would never have considered
taking such a job,

but he was willing to pay me $100,000.

And the fact that
I had some financial hardships,

and that she was
such a terrible woman,

I decided to help him out.

I was tired of living in my van.

So you took the job,
decided to kill Lizzie Hill.

- And then?
- I saw her.

And I knew Edgar had lied to me.

She was no shrew.

She was... beautiful.

I know this will sound crazy,

but I started to... feel things.

I don't know if you'd call it
love or not, but

I knew I couldn't hurt this woman.

I couldn't just walk away.

I mean, Edgar could find another guy.

Someone less discerning
of Lizzie's nature.

I had to warn her.

So you told her the truth?

- Every bit of it.
- And what'd she say?

Where the hell
was he getting $100,000?

He's been crying poverty
for months and then, suddenly,

he has the cash
to hire a guy to kill me?

I wanted to know
what the hell was going on.

Tom called me

out of the blue, said we had to meet.

Starts going off about money,
how he can't do the job

unless I'm willing
to pay him his fee up front.

I offered him a grand. He refused.

I would like it
noted for the record that,

up until this time,
I had not yet committed a crime.

Tom took my car, so when I said

I was carjacked,
it wasn't completely a lie.

I told Lizzie what Edgar told me.

That he didn't have the money
yet, and he was gonna pay me

once he collected the life insurance.

What is he talking about?!

She was not happy.

So she decided to turn
the tables on her husband then,

have you kill him instead.

It was self-defense.

He was gonna kill me
if I didn't kill him first.

And how were you gonna pay him?

It was not my finest hour.

Two days later, Tom calls me.

Says she's dead.

I say "Great. Show me some proof."

But he doesn't want to send photos.

Says it has to be in person.

So I drove out to meet him.

She's over here.

He, uh, took me
to this grave in the woods.

But when I looked inside,
it was empty.

That's the last thing I remember.

Is it done?

Oh.

Oh. I hope he rots in hell.

I plead extreme emotional disturbance.

When we found out that
Edgar wasn't dead, we panicked.

Thought it was best
to get out of town,

figure out what to do next.

Still don't know how Edgar found us.

There's an app for that.

Now you sure you want to confess

to everything
without a lawyer present?

I think I'll be safer in prison.

You sure this is okay?

Jee-Yun will be fine
without you for an hour.

And Molly seemed excited
about fussing over a baby

she can give back before it
turns into a resentful teenager.

Though if she starts talking

about having another one,
I'm never speaking to you again.

I'm glad to see you doing well.

You seem happy.

You don't.

Still trying
to carry the world's problems

on your shoulders?

Well, Maddie's been gone a month.

And here I am on her trail
like freaking Columbo.

Driving across the country.

Letting my kid have important
milestones in motel rooms.

I'd say she won't hold it
against you, but eventually,

they hold everything against you.

You know Maddie leaving
wasn't your fault, right?

I know that she was depressed.

I don't know how bad it was, but...

Maybe she didn't want you to know.

Or maybe I didn't want to see it.

She was struggling.

And I felt like there
wasn't anything I could do

other than drive her
to her appointments

or remind her to take her pills.

So whenever she would
tell me she was okay,

I'd let myself believe it
'cause it was easier that way.

For me.

You know, so I could go to work,

put on a happy face,

not be filled with terror
every freaking moment.

It was great for me,
not so good for her.

Look, you screwed up.

I mean, you did, right?

- Yeah.
- And you're about to do it again.

Maddie's got this voice

inside her head
whispering lies right now.

Telling her she's worthless,
that she's a burden.

That everybody she loves
would be better off without her.

- I know.
- So how do you think

she's gonna feel when
you show up on her doorstep,

looking like a man who's just
been on a month-long bender?

You're gonna confirm
every terrible, dark thought

she's ever had, and the cycle
of blaming each other...

it's gonna continue,

and you two are gonna spiral
further and further apart.

- I can't give up.
- No. No.

You can take a minute,
or you can take a breath.

You can pull yourself together.

So that eventually,
when you do find her,

you can be the Howie that she needs.

You know, it's funny. Almost
no one calls me "Howie" anymore.

What do they call you?

I heard you got your guy.

All three of them.

Do not envy you that paperwork.

Harry? What are you doing up
so late? You okay?

- Mom, I'm in trouble.
- Harry, what's wrong?

I did something real dumb.

- Please don't be mad.
- I'm not mad.

Just worried. Tell me where you are.

I went back to the house
where Jeffery took me.

But I hurt myself.

- Can you come get me?
- I'm on my way.

- Harry?
- Mom!

I'm down here!

Oh.

I hurt my shoulder. I can't get up.

All right, I'll get him.

Got you.

- Ow. Ow.
- I got you, I got you.

Don't worry.

Easy. Easy. Easy. Okay.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, okay. Okay.

- Oh.
- Were you working?

That doesn't matter.

You always come first.

- What is this?
- Don't worry.

Got a fire extinguisher stashed
under the bed just in case.

I thought you were mad at me.

I don't want to be mad anymore.

That would mean looking backwards.

And we've done that enough.

Okay.

I spoke to Eva, too.

And... it... made me realize

that she's always been this...

shadow hanging between us.

And not just because of her or you,

but because of me.

'Cause I couldn't let her go.

Karen...

I love you.

Only you.

How many times do I have to tell
you that before you believe me?

Maybe just one more time?

I love you.

I love you, too.

It never stops, does it?

Always another story.

Yup, that's kind of the way
the news works.

Since when does
reporting the news include

randomly confronting a killer?

Finding the truth can be risky...

dangerous, even... but it's important.

People need to know
what's going on around them.

That's my job.

Why is it your job
to take those kinds of risks?

I know. Pot meet kettle,
but, uh... but still.

A husband wants to kill his wife.

The wife wants to kill her husband.

How-how is that worth your time,
much less your life?

The truth is worth everything,
Buck. Everything.

What does that mean?

I don't know. I just...

I guess, uh, unsolved mysteries
just never sat right with me.

Hey. How you doing?

They don't think it's broken,
it's just dislocated.

Glad to hear it.

You'll be as good as new in no time.

Detective Ransone?

Yeah?

You ever see him? Jeffery?

Every time I close my eyes.

He was in my house.

In mine, too. Eating my food,

wearing my clothes.

I know he's dead, but

still kind of feels like
he's there, you know?

I just... I just wish
I could forget about him.

Then maybe I could move on
like everybody wants me to.

You know, Harry, I've been
doing this a long time.

I've spoken to a lot of survivors,

and they all tell me the same thing.

You never quite really move on.
I mean, you heal.

You know, you move forward, but

the trauma comes with you.

You just learn to live with it.

Thought if I came here,
to the place where he took me,

then I could stop thinking about him.

That's really brave, you know.

I mean, confronting the-the
thing that scares you the most.

I just want to feel normal again.

You will.

Because that ghost
can't hurt you anymore.

Unless you let it.

Listen, it could be worse.

I mean, I have people treating
me like I'm the walking dead.

Yeah, that's pretty gross.

Okay. I'm gonna take you
to get some X-rays, and then...

I want to go home.

Yeah. Your dad's waiting on you.

No, Mom. Home.

You sure

you're ready for this?

Hey, welcome home.

You did it.

You sure did.

So what do we do now?

We could have a cookout,

and I could tell you guys
about what happened to me.

My man.

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