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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.