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♪ War, you're one of them

♪ You say that
you're my friend ♪

♪ But you're one of them

This is Dr. Alec Mercer.

Please leave a message.

Alec, it's Renee.

I need your help.

- I'm usually better at this.
- Sure you are.

That's one bullseye
for Simon, two for Rizwan,

and three for Phoebe.

All right,
let's try something else.

Instead of
a stranger's picture...

Try again.

- Stand back.
- Yes, sir.

This same study
was done using pictures

of Tom Hanks and Oprah Winfrey.

It turns out,
it's harder to throw

a dart at someone we like,

even though we know
it's just a picture.

But you used yourself.

Thought I'd also see
if it works

for people you know personally.

And look, scientific proof
you all like me.

Renee.

Oh.

"Childhood Trauma and Recovery
in 'Jane Eyre,'" right?

I never forget a great paper.

It's good to see you,
Dr. Franklin.

I know I'm a little early
for my appointment,

but I couldn't wait.

No worries, come on in.

Okay.

Who's that?

Professor Renee Franklin,
English Lit.

She's kind of
an institution here.

Yeah, my brother
loved her class,

and he usually hated reading.

So, what's wrong?

You didn't sound so good
on the phone.

Sabbatical isn't all
it's cracked up to be.

I think it's Latin
for post-op boredom.

It's nice to be back
on campus anyway.

I'm guessing you didn't
tell anyone about my health.

You asked me not to.

'Cause when people hear that
you've had a heart transplant,

they treat you differently,
like you're a fragile teacup.

It's hard to imagine

anyone seeing you that way.

I heard about
Rachel Myers' plagiarism.

I did not have that
on my bingo card.

Renee, you didn't call me
in the middle of the night

to gossip about Rachel.

The thing is,
in the past few weeks,

I've been having
trouble sleeping.

Insomnia isn't uncommon
after surgery.

I know.

My doctor prescribed some
medication, and it helped.

But there were
some side effects.

I found myself waking up
in a different room

from where I fell asleep.

You were sleepwalking.

That, and I keep having
the same terrifying dream.

I'm in a car in
the middle of the woods,

and there is
a crow flying around.

And I have a gun in my hand.

And I always wake up
before anything happens,

but last night,
I pulled the trigger.

And there was blood everywhere,
and...

oh, it was terrifying
and so real.

Renee, our dreams
can feel very real,

especially those in REM cycles.

Didn't just feel real, Alec.

I'm afraid it was real.

When I woke up, I was in my car
in front of my house.

I think I murdered someone
in my sleep.

Vivid dreaming
and even sleep driving

aren't unheard of
with sleep medications.

But the idea that
you killed someone--

I know. It's irrational.

That's why I came to you.

When you woke up, did you
have a gun in your hand?

Was there any blood,
any bruises?

No, nothing like that.

But, Alec, you know me.

I have never held a gun
in my life.

And I can see
every detail of this one.

Okay, let's see
if you can recognize

the gun from your dream.

Have a look.

Mm, none of these.

That's it.

It's the Beretta.

Huh, don't ask me
how I know that.

It's my heart rate.

I have to keep an eye on it.

I'm still in
the critical recovery period.

My doctors tell me
that I need to get sleep

and reduce my stress.

I won't be able to sleep
until I know

that I didn't kill anyone.

Okay, let's find out.

Tell me everything you remember

from this dream.

Well, the good news
is that I couldn't find

any reports
of a shooting last night

within 25 miles of your house.

Does that ease your mind?

But when I put all
the details that you described

from your dream
into a text analysis code,

something did come up.

You said that you remember
a Round Hill Road

and that you saw an envelope
with the name Johnny on it

and that there was a crow
in your dream, right?

Yeah.

Well, I found this
about a deputy sheriff

named Johnny Crowe.

That's him.

That's the man in my dream.

Well, according to the news,
he was shot

by his service Beretta
off Round Hill Road.

Oh, my God, I did kill
someone last night.

No, he died
almost six months ago

in the line of duty
in Hemlock County.

But if I didn't kill him,

how could I know
all of this--this stuff?

Do you have any more details?

Well, it says here
that a paramedic treated him

for a gunshot to the head,

but at the hospital,
he was declared brain dead.

So his organs were donated.

He's survived
by his wife, Megan.

You say that he died
almost six months ago.

When exactly? What day?

Uh, September 19th.

Why?

That's the day I got
my heart transplant.

Alec, is it possible
that my heart is somehow

remembering my donor's death?

Confabulation.

Dr. Franklin probably read
the obituary somewhere

and didn't remember.

She's conflating it
with the events of her dream.

Her mind is filling in the
blanks, creating new memories.

There is another possibility,
and it's a little out there.

Ever heard of cellular memory?

That's not real.

It hasn't been
scientifically proven.

I've been looking into it.

There are a growing number
of case studies

with suggestive new evidence.

What are we talking about?

Most people
believe that memories

are all stored in the brain.

But that's not entirely true.

For instance,
vaccines work because

they help our immune cells
remember the virus.

What's that have
to do with Renee?

Well, some heart transplant
recipients

have reported that along
with their new hearts,

they got new memories.

I've been reading up on this.

This is Dani.

She was a self-described
couch potato.

Then she got the heart
of a pro skateboarder.

And now, look at her.
- Impressive.

But she could have
practiced a lot.

Lou was a gay coder
from San Francisco.

Then he got a straight
forest ranger's heart.

Now he's fallen in love
with a woman

and moved with her to Maine.

Sexuality is a spectrum,
and Maine is beautiful.

I have a healthy skepticism
of anything that doesn't come

with a wealth of data
and, ideally,

double-blind studies behind it.

That said, social scientists
have something

we call intellectual humility.
Rizwan?

Knowing enough to know
we don't know everything.

Exactly.

I always keep an open mind.

Simon, how do we
test this theory?

Well, for starters,
we'd have to find out

everything we can
about Johnny Crowe.

Ooh, it's Friday.

Raina brought donuts.

Uh, Special Agent Clark?

Hi. Cameron Washington or Cam.

I have an appointment with you?

Um, yeah, Cam, sorry.

Can you remind me why
you're here, again?

Well, I'm a defense attorney,
and I'm working a case.

It's in the discovery phase.

I did wanna say,
I read up about you

solving the 2002
church bombing case,

which is just incredible--

I mean, a whole 20 years later.

I've been considering switching
careers, joining the FBI.

Senior agents meeting in 15.

And I figured,
since I'm in town,

that I could
pick your brain about it.

I'm sorry.

I'm actually
really slammed today.

But Agent Quinn here can
answer any of the questions

that you may have, though.

Sure, come with me.

Well, I wanted to speak
to Special Agent Clark.

I'm in town from Michigan.

- The meeting agenda.
- Yep.

Agent Quinn can answer
anything that I can, okay?

Thanks.
- I'll give you the grand tour.

Alec, hey.

What--what brings you here?

I forgot
my briefcase earlier.

Who was that young man
you were talking to?

A lawyer, Cam Washington.

He said that he wants
to become an agent.

But that's not
who he is, is it?

I thought I was imagining it.

You registered
your information

with that adoption site
a few weeks ago, right?

Marisa, the way
he was looking at you

showed trust,
familiarity, like--

like family.

His--his ears, they remind--

they reminded me
of my grandfather's.

He has your eyes,
and he's about the right age.

Alec, I think
he could be my son.

Oh, my God,
why didn't he say anything?

His behavior says
he might be afraid to.

Why didn't I say anything?

Distress triggered
a fight-or-flight response.

And I flew, that's for sure.

Hey.

Hey.

This is a good thing.

You wanted to meet him.

But not like this.

Alec, I panicked.

What if I never
get a chance to see him again?

You will.

If he is anything
like his mother,

he won't give up easily.

The next exit takes us
to Hemlock County.

Okay.

Is that your heart?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Could I have my pills, please?

Thanks.

Mm.

Oh, don't look so concerned.

I have to convince
65 students a semester

that reading Chaucer will be
more fun than watching YouTube.

I can do anything.

I don't doubt it.

Still, you don't wanna
push yourself too hard.

Yeah, that's all I've heard
in the last few years.

Take it easy, Renee.

Get some rest, Renee.

Then I got my new heart.

You know, I read up
on this cellular memory.

Did you know that 89%
of transplant recipients

report personality changes?

The reliability of
self-reporting is debatable.

But the numbers do present

a case that's hard to ignore.

Since my surgery,
I've started watching Westerns.

What?

I wonder if Johnny
liked Westerns.

I guess we're
about to find out.

I can't believe
I'm meeting the woman

my husband's heart saved.

I am so sorry for your loss.

Is it weird to ask
if I could--

No, not at all.

That's Johnny's heart
beating in there.

Incredible.

He gave me a second chance.

Well, he would have wanted to
help someone, even at the end.

You must miss him.

Every single day.

I know it's painful
to talk about,

but would you mind telling us
a little bit about how he died?

I was in Texas
at my niece's wedding

when I got the call
from the sheriff.

He said Johnny was in his car
trying to fix his gun.

And it went off.

By accident?

Yeah, one of those things
you think could never happen.

What's this ring?

Oh, that's Johnny's
Special Forces ring.

He was a Green Beret
before the sheriffs.

He always had a real sense
of justice and duty.

Renee?

Oh, he seems like
a pretty amazing guy.

He was.

He was always home by 6:00,

said he liked
having dinner with me.

I'm sorry.

He didn't work nights?

No.

The obituary I read said

that he was killed
in the line of duty.

But that was past midnight.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, he was pulling nights
'cause I was away.

I don't know all the details.

I didn't want to.

You should probably talk
to the sheriff's department.

Um, I'm--I'm really happy
I met you, Renee.

But I need to stop, I think.

When I asked about
her husband being on duty,

she seemed a little evasive.

I think I may
have an idea why.

Don't ask me to explain,

but I'm remembering more
of my dream.

And I don't think
Johnny's death

happened the way she said.

I think someone else
was involved.

By involved, you're saying

you think Johnny was murdered.

Alec Mercer, I read about
your work with law enforcement.

I'm Sheriff Dayton.
This is Deputy McDaniel.

What brings you
all the way out here?

My friend Renee here

recently underwent
a heart transplant.

It turns out the donor
was Johnny Crowe.

And I'm hoping to learn more
about the man

who saved my life.

Johnny was one
of our best deputies,

made the most flavorful chili,
if you could stand the heat.

We were told
that his gun misfired.

How often does
a deputy ex-military

misfire a gun like that?

Yeah, almost never.

This may be
a sensitive question,

but did you ever consider
suicide or murder?

I understand
why you're asking,

but all the evidence
pointed towards an accident.

Johnny was trying to fix
the slide on his weapon,

and it went off.

His obituary said that
he died in the line of duty.

But Megan said
Johnny didn't work nights.

I got a feeling there was
more to the story,

but she told us to talk to you.

Well, there was no way
to know for certain

the exact time of the gunshot.

So you finessed the report?

Johnny was working.

He had picked up
a few night shifts.

But, yeah, he had clocked out
before the incident.

And it was the difference
between Megan

collecting the death benefit
and not getting a dime.

So why make
a bad situation worse?

Exactly.

I may have
miscalculated the times,

but his death was
a tragic accident.

I'll get you
a copy of the report.

You can see for yourself.
- Please.

That table better be clear
by the time the food is ready.

The sheriff's report
says that Johnny

was parked off Highway 522,
but there's nothing there.

Look.

"At 12:03 a.m.,
an anonymous 911 caller

"reported hearing gunshots.

"Deputy Crowe was treated
for a wound to the head

by paramedic Xavier Grant."

That paramedic
moved the body to perform CPR

but tainted all the evidence
on the scene.

Hmm, convenient.

Or entirely rational
to try to save Johnny's life.

Mm, so you think
Renee was wrong

about Johnny being murdered?

I don't know.
I have to follow the evidence.

Speaking of, Kylie--

Do you see
that little thing right there?

Is that a bullet casing?

It does look like one.

The report says Johnny
is right handed.

If Johnny accidentally
shot himself,

the bullet casing would land
inside the car somewhere,

not on the outside.

Yeah, that's weird.

Oh, put her on speaker.

Renee, how are you feeling?

I'm not up to running
the Boston Marathon, but okay.

Tomorrow, we should go
to where Johnny was shot.

I might remember more.

I'd like to get
out there myself.

You have to wonder what
Johnny was up to out here.

What's that back there?

There's only one way
to find out.

This trailer's
been here a while.

Possible that Johnny
was staking it out.

Um... whoever lives here

probably doesn't like visitors.

You got that right.

By the trailer, I'm guessing
you're a salesman.

I don't want your product,
but I'm hoping

to buy some of your time.

I'm happy to pay
an equivalent price.

What do you want?

We're looking into the death
of Johnny Crowe.

You cops?

No, we're--
we're college professors.

Renee is a heart
transplant recipient.

She has Johnny Crowe's heart.

Oh, yeah?

Go away.

Hey, how about
a glass of water?

Renee gets dehydrated easily.

Again, I'm willing
to pay your going rate.

For water?

Thank you, my friend.

Just call me Cookie.

Well, Cookie,
it could be argued that

you actually saved her life.

Let me explain.

That looks like
a prepaid cell phone,

and someone used one
to call 911

the night that Johnny was shot.

Is that you?

I don't keep track
of where I go and when.

Well, if it was you, it was
very brave to take that risk

and make the call
to help someone out.

You made her
heart transplant possible.

Yeah, I called.

I heard a gun,
but I didn't see anything.

Was there anyone else
out here that night?

Paramedic was on the scene
as soon as I hung up.

So he was taken care of
on my end.

Do paramedics
always arrive so fast?

Out here? In the sticks?

No.

But I've learned not to
ask too many questions.

Y'all might consider
doing the same.

You feeling okay?

Oh, yeah. Better than okay.

I think now we know why Johnny
was out here that night.

He must have been staking out
Cookie's meth lab.

Him and the paramedic both.

He said the guy arrived all
the way out here in minutes.

You think he had another
reason for being out here?

He is the one
that moved the body.

Memories are impressionable.

It's easy for our brains
to believe things

that fit with what
we know is true.

That doesn't explain Hank,

who could suddenly
compose music.

Anecdotes are interesting,

but they're not real science.

Just because there's
no scientific consensus,

doesn't mean it's not real.

James McConnell
did a study in 1959.

He taught flatworms a task,
then he cut off their heads.

But when the heads regenerated,
the new brain

remembered the task.

Dude, gross.
And PETA would not approve.

It is interesting, though.

I have an idea
for an experiment.

No worms needed.

It's fine.

I'm just eager to talk
to this paramedic.

Well, his name is
Xavier Grant.

Are you sure you don't wanna
wait here while I talk to him?

That's Johnny's widow,
and it looks like

she's not here
for medical attention.

If Xavier and Megan were
involved, he had a motive.

Maybe the person who was
supposed to save Johnny

is the one who killed him.

Why are you asking me
about Johnny's marriage?

It's helpful
for Renee's recovery

to get a full picture
of his life.

- You again.
- Yeah.

They have questions
about Johnny and Megan.

Why don't they ask Megan?

Because Megan is romantically
involved with Xavier Grant,

the paramedic who supposedly
tried to rescue him.

We're wondering if
he killed Johnny

to get him out of the picture.

Whoa, no one killed Johnny.

It was an accident.

But what if it wasn't?

Look, I don't know anything
about Megan's personal life,

but as I told you before,
there is no evidence

that Johnny was killed.

We've been curious about the
location of a bullet casing.

I saw it--

- Renee?
- No.

The thing is, I didn't
just get Johnny's heart.

Since the transplant, I got
something else--his memories.

And I know how that sounds,

and the science
isn't rock solid, but--

Copy, Ramos,
have a good one.

I've--I've heard that
radio before, that night.

Is there a dispatcher
named Linda?

No, there's no Linda.

What the hell is going on here?

We're just testing a theory.

Dr. Mercer, respectfully,

we cannot go around
making accusations

based on magical memories.

Of course.

But in the pictures
of the scene,

we noticed a bullet casing
on the road.

Yeah, we figured
it fell out when

the paramedic moved the body.

If there was any evidence
that one of our own

was murdered, this department
would be all over it.

Maybe you should leave
the police work to us.

Oh, damn, I forgot my--

You forgot your purse.

Thank you.

I heard that radio.

And I could swear there was
a dispatcher named Linda.

I know it feels real,
but keeping an open mind

also means considering
other possibilities.

Like, your mind could just be
filling in the blanks.

Maybe.

I don't know anymore.

Maybe none of this is real.

You know, I was so sure
this was the answer.

But if it's not, what do I do?

Giving up sleep
isn't an option.

We're not giving up
on anything, I promise.

You know,
when I got this heart,

I thought it was a miracle,
a second chance at life,

but now...

It's not the same,

but after the bombing,
I received donor skin grafts.

So I know what it's like
to feel like your body

doesn't totally belong to you,
that you're not fully

in your own skin, so they say.

So what helped you cope?

Honestly, time.

I know your memory
may not be reliable right now,

but there's still a lot
of unanswered questions

in this case, Xavier's
relationship with Megan

being one of them.

Answering those questions
might give you some closure.

True.

So let's go talk to Megan.

Hmm, tomorrow.

You need a break, Renee.

Let's start in the morning, okay?

Okay.

Wow, so you have a son, and--
and he was here at the FBI?

I'm sorry that
I didn't tell you sooner.

There's nothing
to be sorry about.

He came all the way
from Michigan to meet me.

He must have all kinds
of expectations.

What if I'm
a disappointment to him?

You could never be
a disappointment to him.

Look at you.

Girl, you are
Marisa frickin' Clark,

super badass senior FBI agent
who takes down bad guys.

And you're always there
for people when they need you.

Plus, you're funny.

I mean,
you can't really cook.

Okay, I get it.

And I appreciate it.

But, Kylie, I don't know
what to say to him.

Well, what do you
want to know about him?

Everything.

What was his life like?

What--what kind of family
did he have?

Is he happy?

You know, the truth may be that
I'm afraid to know the answers.

Yeah, I get that.

Maybe you just start
by saying hi.

I mean, you opened
the door for him.

But you can't control
how he comes through it.

Meet him on his own terms.

Remember, as you walk,
just enjoy the forest scenery.

Okay, we're coming to
the end of the trail.

Headsets off.

Now, tell me what you saw.

Trees. It was sunny.

A red bird,
uh, maybe a cardinal.

Did anyone else
look at the sky?

It was so blue.

That's great. Thanks.

Now my colleague, Rizwan,
is going to ask you

some more specifics.

Think back in your mind
to what you saw.

Anyone see a pine tree?

Blueberry bush?

How about a tree that had been
hit by lightning?

A cow?

Motorcycle?

Now, what if I told you there
was no tree hit by lightning,

no blueberry bush--

in fact, none of the specific
things I asked you about.

We have a tendency
to misremember things

that weren't there
but typically would be,

like a blueberry bush,

but not things that
wouldn't typically

be there, like a motorcycle.

These results point
to typicality as

one of the ways memory works.

Wow, I really remember
seeing that blueberry bush.

Which is normal.

When something fits a narrative
that makes sense,

our memory simply
adds it to the picture.

♪ What's up
with what's going down ♪

♪ In every city,
in every town ♪

♪ Cramping styles is--

♪ Come on, come on,
come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on,
come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on,
come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on,
come on, come on ♪

So you're just here
to thank me.

Well, if you hadn't gotten
Johnny to the hospital

so fast that night,
the transplant

may not have been possible.

You saved my life.

Well, I'm glad that some good
came out of that tragedy.

Well, it wasn't the only good
that came out of it, was it?

You and Megan--
- Excuse me?

You're kind of a thing now,
aren't you?

Lady, I don't know
what you think you know

or why you're here.

I can't prove it yet.

But I know that Johnny's death
wasn't an accident.

I know it.

You wanted Megan
all to yourself.

That's why you were on
the scene so bafflingly fast

that night when
Johnny got shot.

Stop, ma'am.

Did you do it on your own,
or was Megan in on it?

We need to get you
to the hospital now.

You're having a heart attack.

It's okay.
- Oh.

It's all right.
I've got you.

Alec Mercer?

You're Xavier, right?

Yeah.

Thank you for calling me.

Well, I saw
a few missed calls

from you on Renee's phone.

I figured you were
the best person to contact.

How is she?

They say she's stable,
thanks to you.

Well, you seem surprised.

Don't tell me,
you think I'm a murderer too.

If you were the murderer,
you probably

wouldn't have saved her life.

So why did
a complete stranger

show up on my doorstep,
accusing me

of killing Johnny Crowe?

Short version, we were
investigating Johnny's death.

We got evidence that
you were seeing his wife.

And you did show up
on the scene awfully fast.

Yeah, well, there's a Kmart
parking lot down from Cookie's

where people go to use.

There's an OD there
once a week.

I park there when I'm on shift.

It saves me a drive.

And you and Megan?

We met at Johnny's funeral,

but we were
just friends to start.

And we've only been
on a few dates.

I believe you.

But since you were
on the scene first,

did you notice
anything suspicious,

anything that would suggest
that it wasn't an accident?

No, no.

To be honest, I was just
trying to save the guy's life.

Was Cookie's trailer there?

Yeah.
Yeah, he's always there.

You think Johnny was
staking Cookie out?

Maybe.

Although the sheriffs
have known about Cookie

for a long time,
and they haven't

done jack about it before.

Why not?

Maybe they're lazy, scared.
I don't know.

I hoped these answers
would help Renee,

but look where we are.

You know,
when I brought Renee in,

she mentioned
her mouth was dry.

And her left hand,
I noticed it kept jerking.

Is that unusual?

No, I've seen it
a hundred times

in meth users.

- Renee isn't a meth user.
- Of course not.

Yeah, why would
a heart transplant patient

be using meth?

She wouldn't,
not intentionally anyway.

Excuse me a moment?

Yeah, of course.

Marisa, I need a favor.

Renee Franklin's
heart medication

was replaced with amphetamine
salts, prescription stimulants,

after she visited your trailer.

You expect me to believe
that that was a coincidence?

I don't sell
prescription drugs.

And I told you.

All I gave that lady was water.

She was asking questions
about Johnny Crowe's death.

Didn't he die looking
into your operation?

Like I told them,
I don't know anything

about how that cop died.

You expect a jury
to buy that?

Hmm.

All I know is, I tried
to save that guy's life.

I'm the one that called 911.

You can ask the dispatcher.
Said her name was Linda.

The sheriff's department
told us

there was no dispatcher
named Linda.

Why would they lie?

I don't know.

Let's hope
you're about to find out.

Nine years I worked dispatch.

So what made you leave?

I got laid off a week
after Johnny's death.

They said money was tight.

There were a few of us.

Of course, I was the only one
who had been

employee of the month twice.

But it's all right.
I'm happy here.

It's nice not having
anyone's life on the line.

And you said on the phone
that you knew Johnny?

Yeah, I did.

Good guy,
liked making people laugh.

Was into crappy music,
but nobody's perfect.

And you took the call
the night that he died?

I did.

Gunfire reported
off Highway 522.

I could see on my
dispatch tracking board

that Johnny's
vehicle was there.

So I tried to raise him on the
radio, but he didn't answer.

So what'd you do?

I saw another
patrol car near there.

I radioed the deputy three
times in one-minute intervals,

department protocol.

But he didn't answer
my calls either.

Was there something wrong
with the radios?

I doubt it.

They'd just decked out
the department

with all-new equipment.

I guess that's where
all the money went.

I ran the internal diagnostics.

It said everything was
operational, like I thought.

Never followed up
because, well, layoffs.

I'm sorry, who was
the deputy that you called?

The patrol car that was nearby.

Deputy Ron McDaniel.

We pulled a log from
the sheriff's department.

McDaniel was less than a mile
away when Johnny was killed.

Which wasn't in
the official report.

And get this, according
to the state's budgets,

that department is
barely scraping by.

There are no records of funds
for new equipment.

So where did the money
come from?

Cookie.

That's why he wasn't worried
about getting caught.

He was paying the
deputies to ignore

his illegal drug business.

So Johnny wasn't
staking out Cookie.

He was waiting to see
who Cookie was gonna pay out.

McDaniel shows up.

He can't risk being exposed,
so he kills him.

Then the sheriff fired Linda.

If the whole department
is corrupt,

I'm gonna have to get more
FBI power to crack this thing.

I have a better idea.

You better have
a good reason

dragging me all the way
out here.

I got a proposition.

You give me a break
on my protection money,

and I won't tell anyone
what I saw

the night Deputy Crowe
was shot.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I saw McDaniel
walk up to Johnny's car

and shoot him dead.

And then McDaniel drove off,
whoosh--

fast as he could.

Even if that was true, you're
hardly a reliable source.

Those professors
will believe me.

No judge will believe
anything you say.

I also heard something else.

Before McDaniel left,

he made a call to you

saying it was done.

You don't know what
you're talking about.

Yeah, maybe no one will
listen to me.

But they might.

You really need to
watch it, Cookie,

'cause you're not gonna get
a break on the rent,

and you're not
gonna go to jail.

We will put you 6 feet under...

Just like we did with Johnny.

Got him.
All units move in.

You know, McDaniel never
did call you that night,

but it was easy to get you
to believe he did.

It's called typicality.

It made sense to you
because it could happen.

That's how corrupt
your department was.

McDaniel did
most of the work...

Because you let him do
your dirty work for you.

Don't worry, we're gonna arrest
him, too, for the murder

and for replacing Renee's heart
pills with amphetamine salts.

What do they say? Oh, yeah.

There's gonna be
a new sheriff in town.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, come in, please.

I'm better than I look,
I promise.

Do you know that I actually
slept through the night,

and I haven't had any episodes
of tachycardia in 36 hours?

That's a great start.

It sounds like putting
Johnny's death to bed

gave you closure and relieved
your mental hyperarousal,

so you can sleep well again.

So what's the verdict?

Do you think that
my heart actually

remembered all those things,
all the details from the dream?

There was an article in "The
Herald" about Johnny's death

that mentions all the things
from your dreams.

It's possible you read it
and didn't remember it,

but your subconscious did.

What about Linda?

I went back to the station,
and I saw Linda Noble's name

on an Employees of the Month
plaque, twice.

- I didn't see that, though.
- Maybe not.

And maybe one day science
will give us more answers.

But until then, I'm glad
you found the answers

that can give you peace.

Me too.

And the doctors say
that I could be well enough

to be teaching Chaucer again
next semester.

I bet the students
can't wait to have you back.

I can't either.

Thank you, my friend.

Anytime.

Thanks for--for meeting me.

Of course.

I love talking to
potential recruits.

Right. Um.

So tell me,
why did you join the FBI?

Well, that is a long story.

I, uh--

both: Listen--

Sorry, you go first.

No, no, please--please, I--

Cam, I know who
you really are.

I mean, when I brushed you
off earlier, I didn't know.

And then I did.

And then I didn't know
what to say, but now I do.

And--and I'm sorry,
this is coming out all wrong.

No, it's okay.

Like, you were at work.

You were busy.

Honestly, I just wish
I'd said something sooner.

But I guess, I just
didn't know how to say it?

I can relate.

You must have
so many questions.

I guess I don't even
know where to start.

I mean, when the person
you've been wanting

to meet your whole life
is right in front of you,

what do you say?

So--so--

so you knew that you were
adopted your whole life?

Well, my parents--

my adoptive parents,

they were very honest people,

almost compulsively honest.

And they're kind and involved,

but not like
helicopter parents, you know?

They're--they're great.

Yeah.

Seriously, they're great.

Growing up,
I always felt lucky.

I always felt wanted.

I'm glad.

So if you're wondering if you
did the right thing...

you did.

But I still wanna
know more about why.

Okay, that's fair.

I will tell you
the whole story.

But first, if you don't mind,

there's something
that I've been wanting to do

for over 20 years now.

Oh, okay.

Thank you.