All language subtitles for the_secret_life_of_amy_bensen_s02e03

Replica.

Yes, I thought so.

How old?

About a century.

Right on the mark.

But then, you are your father's
daughter.

Yes. Yes, I am.

Why were you holding it?

Why did you bring it over here while I
was sleeping?

I walked down memory lane.

Alex collected daggers from all over the
world.

I bought it for him when I was in Egypt,
but never had the chance to give it to

him.

I keep it close, like I do his memory.

You were living in that regret this
morning.

I was reminding myself that regret is a
disservice to those we love and who love

us.

It leaves no room to celebrate their
life and the memories we have with them.

And last night was quite the memory.

That'll be the breakfast I ordered.

I'll meet you in the kitchen.

We'll eat, and then I'll give you a tour
of your new home.

This isn't my home, Liam.

I want it to be.

I hope you want it to be. My family is
dead. Someone killed the PI.

My being with you is like painting a
bullseye on your forehead. I won't let

happen to you.

Come sit and let's eat.

You can't dismiss my concern. It's real.

And we'll deal with it after you eat.

I hope you like gingerbread.

Evans next door does breakfast all day.

And since they only do these in November
and December, I admit to overindulging.

They smell wonderful, but I find it hard
to believe you overindulge in anything.

I have few weaknesses.

Gingerbread pancakes, architecture, and
you.

My weaknesses would include macaroni and
cheese, ancient history, and

you.

Try the gingerbread.

Wow.

Evans is one of two restaurants next
door.

There are also several high -end
clothing stores and a hair salon, as

several medical offices, which have been
around since I first met Alex.

And you moved in with him after your mom
passed and your dad... Abandoned me?

Yes.

Any chance you have something
carbonated?

My mother's cure for all stomach aches.

I had the restaurant bring you some.

Good? It's perfect.

I thought sleep would restore me to
100%, but I'm still not quite right.

been through hell.

Give it some time.

When we get done eating, I thought I'd
show you the rest of Alex's dagger

collection.

There's some unique pieces which might
interest the history lover in you.

I'd like that very much.

Do you collect as well?

Not my thing.

Alex... Spent a lot of time in Asia
where he acquired the interest as well

% of his collection while living there.

What brought him to Asia?

Architecture.

They have tall buildings.

He wanted to master that craft.

Like you have.

Did you also study in Asia?

Alex insisted I spend time there.

He wanted me to learn from the best.

He never considered himself to be that,
even though everyone else did.

But I didn't go to Egypt until a few
years ago.

And I can prove it with my passport
records.

I didn't ask.

But you should.

After knowing what you've been through,
you should suspect everyone.

Like when you ran when you heard that
conversation between me and Derek.

I don't ever want you to doubt me like
that ever again.

You have no idea how much the thought of
you being the enemy crushed me.

I'm not the enemy.

I want to be able to talk to you about
Egypt, the pyramids, and anything you

want or need to talk about without
creating a fear and doubt in you.

I'd like that.

I've spent so long trying to block it
all out.

I think that's why the flashback
started.

I need to start reconnecting to my past.

My family was everything.

We traveled all together until I was in
high school, mostly.

Egypt and Africa.

I did my work from the dig sites.

Working with my father, who was
passionate and absolutely brilliant, was

one of the most amazing experiences of
my life.

That's how I felt about Alex.

My mom always said I was a great
student.

She said I'd get my work done fast and
right so we could both get back in the

dirt.

If it worked so well, what changed it?

My father wanted me to have a normal
childhood.

Like a prom and all that fluffy stuff I
was supposed to want.

So my mother and I stayed behind while
he and my brother went off to conquer

world beyond.

Did you enjoy the period of being a
normal teenager?

I tried.

But I always kind of felt like a
castaway.

There wasn't even a museum in Jasmine
Heights for my mom and I to volunteer

What is it?

Nothing.

It's remembering something.

My parents arguing about us staying
behind.

Your mom didn't like it either?

It was tough to keep the family apart.

You should try and eat more.

I'm not a six -foot -two man. I don't
need to eat that much.

That'll be Derek coming through the
security entrance.

He's having his sister shop for you for
anything you need.

Why don't you make a list?

I have been saying at rat trap motels
and hitchhiking, I'm good with whatever.

You're not there anymore, baby.

And you never will be again.

But you're right.

Don't make a list.

I'll tell her to shop freely and
frivolously.

Oh, good grief. I'll make a list.

No list.

I'll handle it.

Are you kidding me?

You can't leave again this... Is there
another woman?

Is that why you won't take us with you
now? There is no other woman.

Just protecting you. It's not safe for
you and Laura. What does that mean?

The less you know, the better.

Amy?

Are you okay?

Go away Liam.

More ginger ale? Yes please.

I'll be right back.

You'll make yourself sick again.

All right.

Lie down.

What are we looking at?

You have a very nice ceiling.

We need to talk about this.

It's just stress.

We didn't use a condom.

I took a test. It was negative.

When?

A few weeks ago.

I'm going to have a doctor come out and
see you.

No.

No one else involved with me or us.

I don't want anyone else getting hurt.

I'll pay precautions.

We're gambling with someone else's life
by involving them in mine. We're not

gambling with your life and potentially
our unborn child.

Can you make it to the bed?

I can walk.

So can I.

You need to rest.

I don't need rest.

I need my computer from the motel with
all my research on it. Teller's man got

your things from the room.

They should be here this afternoon.

You put weeks into that work.

I have stacks of research as well. And
it's yours to look at.

After. The doctor checks you out.

Everyone close to me dies, Liam.

I can't lose a child.

I'm calling for the doctor.

Blood pressure's good.

But mine won't be if you keep pacing
behind me.

Out.

I'm staying.

You leave or I leave.

I'm the doctor, and I insist all my
patients have privacy.

I'm perfectly fine.

I'll be right outside if you need me.

Liam tells me you've been having
blackouts.

There are triggers I'm aware of, and
acupuncture helps.

They're more like flashbacks to a
terrible time in my life.

I get pressure in my head, and I see
spots, and everything just goes black.

How often?

I went years without any at all.

But lately, a couple a day.

Well, that's not good, especially if you
think you're pregnant.

It limits our testing abilities and
medications options.

I've had CAT scans and MRIs.

They've showed nothing.

How long ago?

Years.

Well, that's too long ago.

You said they went away and came back?

A stress trigger set them off again.

Really, I know what's wrong. I just need
to know if I'm pregnant and if the

blackouts can hurt the baby.

Did you try medication?

No, and I won't.

Why?

I can't risk my thinking process being
impaired.

I just need to know about the baby now.

Fill it.

I have a strip test for immediate
results.

Let me do the blood draw first. It's
Friday, and I want to get them to the

so we have them on Monday. No.

No lab.

Nothing is done in your name.

Discretion all the way.

It's positive.

I live next door.

If you need an air or a friend or...
Thank you.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

The stress trigger she mentioned?

Now's not a good time for stress.

Right now?

More than ever, peace of mind is a must.

I'll show you up.

I was told to leave New York. We have to
leave New York.

We have to go anywhere but here, and
then I need answers.

I have to make this end. I have to.

We, Amy, you're not alone anymore.

And who told you to leave?

The same person who saved my life six
years ago.

Which is who?

I don't know.

So tell me about this stranger and why
you trust this person.

After the fire, I was in the hospital
when I got the call.

He, whoever he was, he told me I would
die too if I didn't leave right then and

meet him out back.

And you did.

I was 18 and in shock.

I know, baby.

My parents were murdered.

Why do you say that?

There were weird things going on.

What weird things?

I thought one or both of my parents were
having affairs, and my brother hinted

at some kind of trouble, but he told me
I couldn't handle knowing the details.

When was that?

The week of the fire.

So you met this stranger in the hospital
parking lot, and then what?

He gave me money and passports and
written instructions. I was only with

five minutes, and then he put me in a
cab, and I never saw him again.

Could you identify him?

It was dark out.

What kind of instructions did he give
you?

I stayed at a hotel in Austin for a few
days, and then there was a package that

was delivered with an airline ticket
and... my new identity.

Amy Benson.

No.

Right before I met you, I had foolishly
decided that I was off everyone's radar

and could try to rebuild a happy life.

So I took a job in a museum.

Because, well... I know why.

Go on.

The night I met you, I'd received a note
that said I'd been noticed and that I

had to run again.

How do you know the same person
contacted you?

Everything was handled exactly the same
as the first time, and... And what?

He had a tattoo.

And he told me any communication from
him would have the exact same symbol.

And the note did.

But the symbol was missing from all the
communications after that.

And I was promised money for support
that never came. I think something

to him.

I think he's dead, Liam.

He has to be dead.

I need to see all the notes.

They're with my things at the motel.

Yeah, tell her. I need an ETA on Amy's
things.

I need them now.

He's on his way.

There are memories coming back to me.

If I go back to Texas...

I'll remember more.

Absolutely not.

Two Daners.

I'm sick of being the hunted, Liam. I
want to be the hunter. And damn it, I

to say goodbye to my family. I didn't
even get to go to their funerals.

Not now, baby.

When it's safe.

I can't wait any longer for this to end.
I can't have a baby like this. I can't.

It's true that you're pregnant?

I thought Dr. Murphy told you.

No. Tell me.

I want to hear it from you.

I'm pregnant.

We're pregnant. And that's why I...

You're

happy, my baby.

You're right.

And you want to leave New York? You got
it.

We're leaving.

We're going someplace far away.

What? No.

Staying invisible while we hunt for my
hunter, that's what works.

Disappearing isn't a solution.

I'm getting you as far underground as I
can get you.

We'll talk about this.

We'll talk when you're hidden.

I understand why that's your first
reaction to me being pregnant, but...

It isn't the answer. We can't just raise
a child in hiding like some kind of

animal. I won't let that happen.

You having the baby and being safe while
doing it is what's most important right

now.

Ending this before our child becomes a
target is what's most important.

I just want this to end.

I'll end this, Amy.

You and our baby are going to be off
some place safe when I do.

You mean you're going to take over my
life rather than trying to let me gain

control of it again myself?

You are carrying my child.

You're doing this my way.

Don't mind if I do.

You didn't leave me much to wash it down
with.

Thank you. I need more than cookies.

I've worked up an appetite hauling those
shopping bags that Derek's sister gave

me. Supply your closet.

You shouldn't have involved her. I don't
want to put her in danger.

My sister going on a shopping spree is
just another day of the week.

Believe me, nothing looks suspicious
about it.

Your things from the motel room.

Why didn't you bring my backpack?

Backpack? There was no backpack.

There was.

Not what you expected?

Everything I told you about in the room,
all my notes, the weeks and weeks of

research into my path.

It's gone.

We'll recreate your research with ours.
Maybe we already have.

We can't recreate the messages I told
you about.

Shit.

I'm sorry, Amy. My man said that nothing
looked disturbed.

He assumed that he was the first one to
get there.

We've been tracking the PI's activity
before we came in contact with him.

We're hoping that's going to lead to
answers.

It's not your fault not keeping
everything on me.

Obviously, that was a bad call.

Hey, it's okay.

It's not okay.

Stop saying that everything's okay. We
could have used those notes to track

my handler.

Handler?

It's what I call the stranger who helped
hide me the first time.

The one with the tattoo?

I trusted you with that information,
just you.

This cousin works for the feds. We can
run it through the government database

and see if it gets any hits.

If we had the letters, I could, but...

Now I don't.

Can you draw it?

I can, but I've researched it in
libraries and online. I haven't found

like it.

That's... Pretty close.

The only thing similar between this
tattoo and mine is the triangle.

There's no connection.

And this means nothing to me.

You know that, right?

I know.

Okay, then.

Means nothing to me either.

Ditto. We'll see what my cousin has to
say.

Did you bring those papers I asked you
to bring?

Give them to Amy.

Travel records between me and Alex.

I want you to see that there's no
connection between us and your family.

Liam, I didn't ask for these.

You didn't have to.

You don't have to ask to look at the
research we did on your life.

It's your life.

We made a list of everyone that could be
connected to you and your family and

look for anything suspicious.

There was nothing that connected the
dots for us, but there might be for you.

I hope so.

I... You can connect the dots on
anything, but you might be able to. You

be able to.

There was a boy who lived next door to
me in Texas named Luke Miller.

He was with me one night when my father
and brother were out of town.

It was midnight and we were standing by
the porch when this black sedan pulled

into the driveway.

My mother raced out the door and down
the steps. She never saw us.

We hid at the side of the house and
listened as she argued with the driver.

What

were

they arguing about?

I don't know.

Their voices were muffled, but...

Based on their body language and the
emotional context of the conversation,

I think there was something personal
between them.

Listen to your instincts, baby.

They haven't failed you.

My instincts tell me that I need to talk
to Luke Miller and find out what he saw

that night.

I didn't see the man's face.

When Luke left, he went around the
driveway.

It's possible he saw it.

Miller. Miller. I remember that name.

What does that mean?

Let's go talk upstairs, Amy.

He's dead.

Isn't he?

He's dead because of me in some way.
Just tell me.

Six months after your house fire, he was
killed in a car accident.

That wasn't an accident.

complete asshole.

I know.

But after what we just learned in that
kitchen, you have to see that Texas is a

death wish.

I won't let you get yourself and my baby
killed.

Our baby, Liam.

Just like we and together doesn't mean
you treating me like property.

You can call me yours when you learn the
difference.

Even your neighbor is dead.

That opened my eyes.

You're mine.

And that, to me, means to protect you.

Saying I'm yours doesn't make it so.

And you're mine.

If you don't know those things, I
haven't been clear enough.

But I will.

Right here.

Right now.

Mine.

Hold them there until I tell you you can
move them.

Why would I do that?

It's your choice.

It's always your choice.

You said we were doing everything your
way.

That's not a choice.

I said I won't let you get yourself
killed.

You're right.

That isn't a choice.

I need you, baby.

I need you.

Alive and well in my bed and in my life.

The idea of losing you is torture.

You aren't my property.

You're the woman who changed me in ways
I don't fully understand.

We do need each other.

I need you, Liam, but I... No buts.

Say it again.

I want to hear you say it.

I need you, Liam.

You are everything.

Liam. I...

I'm

out earlier.

It's okay.

It's my turn now to say it's not okay.

I was an asshole.

You were worried, and you had just been
handed a VIP invitation to fatherhood

that you hadn't planned for.

A VIP invitation to be a better man than
my father.

Liam... When I was a kid, my father
would get drunk and beat my mother.

For years, I was the child hiding in the
closet while he played monster.

I'd shout and try to hit him, but my
mother begged me to stop.

I was only eight, and she was sure that
I'd be hurt.

Thankfully, the SOB disappeared.

Then when I was 13...

He came back for a night, and my mother
let him in her bed to wake up to a

beating.

I was already six foot tall.

And... I punched him.

Hard.

What happened?

He left.

The end.

And that's where I was at today.

when i said it was going to be my way
back then i knew standing up to my

father was right i know that hiding you
well is the answer the only

good thing he ever taught me was that i
can't do nothing i

can't ignore my own instincts we can't
go to texas

But we can't raise a child in hiding,
looking around every corner.

I know.

I know. You can't live your life that
way.

We'll figure it out.

So where does that leave us now?

Moving just to move is too dangerous.

That means more people to see you and
more chances to be found.

And that's dangerous when there's a
ransom on your head.

We'll stay here for a few days.

We'll get our ducks in a row.

And then we move.

Where?

Asia.

Ain't no rest for them to pray.

Ain't no harm, you know, to stay.

Life's a balancing act.

Time won't be no one's act.

She takes it all with a smile.

When I shoot, she walks on my own.

We've never looked out to be kept on the
outside alone.

And they both never stole her soul.

Proved I was in between her love.

Then we said we didn't know where to go.

Thank you.

Thank you.