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[VAN DOOR CLOSES]

Hey!

[MAN GROANING]

MAN: No, no, no!

[TRAIN HORN BLARING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[KEYS JINGLING]

[ENGINE STARTS]

You looking for a date?

Yeah.

Get in.

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

[WATER DRIPPING]

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

[CHAINS RATTLE] [GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

[GROWLS]

[GROANING]

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]

[GASPS]

[SIGHS] Christ.

Not quite. Just your dad.

You're still on the hunt, huh?

You know there's places that'll pay you to do that?

Health and pension ain't bad, either.

I don't really think I'm Bureau material right now, Dad.

You're not gonna find me waving pom-poms for the Feds.

BPD, on the other hand...

Blue's not really my color.

Could've fooled me.

I put a new lasagna in the fridge. Sausage.

Ah! Shit.

Plop, plop, fizz, fizz. Cures what ails you.

Time to wake up!

Okay, Dad! Jesus.

MAN: Flynn's been making real progress.

He's learning to manage some of his stress reactions

to enclosed spaces after his time in captivity.

That's so good to hear.

However, there's one issue that's come up recently,

about the upheaval at home.

Really? He never mentioned that.

Well, sometimes, these things are best explored

in a therapeutic space.

After all that Flynn's gone through,

to add extra stressors at home,

that might trigger an underlying anxiety.

Well, moving house is a major life change.

And the miscarriage?

It's not just the parents.

Siblings also experience grief.

Buddy, I had no idea.

Whatever the fix is, I'll do it.

How are things going with the biological mother?

Well, [SIGHS] she's still finding her feet.

It's a process.

FLYNN: Emily.

I'm sorry?

My mom's name. It's Emily.

MAN: Yes, yes, of course.

Emily.

Hey.

Hey.

Thanks for finding this place.

I didn't even think about any of this.

Boys' furniture isn't your thing. I get it.

It's not exactly mine either, but I'll tell you this.

I would rather be here, looking for a bed for Flynn

than on the rig with my partner after dollar taco night.

How's it going?

It's good. I mean,

obviously EMT isn't exactly my dream gig,

but now I've got my medical license back,

I can...

One day at a time, right?

Yeah.

This one's pretty cool.

You know, he can put his desk under here,

perch up top.

Hey!

You okay?

Yeah.

I just, um...

God, the way that I live is just really...

It's not what Flynn's used to, you know?

So you're exposing him to other environments.

Nice try.

Look, you don't have to be mom of the year.

He's just gonna be happy spending time with you.

So, when's the sleepover?

We haven't set a date.

I don't think this is a good idea.

You're not gonna hurt Flynn. You're not.

I need to be sure.

Okay, well...

Look, there's this all-women's meeting

over at Saint Sebastian's Thursday nights.

It's right up the street from you. Why don't you just swing by?

I don't need AA.

Okay. Okay. It's just...

Well, Dad and I have noticed you've been stressed lately.

We have. And sometimes it's good to get some extra help.

So I can talk to them about what?

I don't know. Things I can't remember?

I don't know, but you gotta do something, Em.

I'm not a drunk, Jack. That's your thing.

I'm sorry. That's okay.

No. It's shitty. [EXHALES]

[SIGHS]

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

As promised, something for you.

What is it?

It's your adoption file from Barrett House.

All the case files were about to go into storage,

so I figured...

This is stolen evidence?

You know what girls like, huh? That's what they tell me.

Hey, Mike, uh, whiskey, neat.

54 inches tall, 50 pounds.

Measles vaccine.

It's everything and nothing.

I've read copies of this file like 1,000 times.

It's just a dead end, like all the others.

You're welcome.

What? What is it?

I've tracked down every kid from the old days.

I thought one of them had to have known something,

but I found the last of the Barrett House orphans last night.

She has no memories of Shen.

No connection to Laurie.

Laurie Colson doesn't have a single living accomplice.

So, that's a good thing. It means that we're done.

[SCOFFS]

Look, I get it. I get it.

I've been right there on the hunt with you.

I wish there was something else, but there isn't, so...

Somebody is still out there.

Forensics has gone through those catacombs multiple times.

I don't care what forensics thinks

that they found or didn't find.

I can feel it.

[SIGHS]

You think I'm being paranoid?

No. After what you've been through, it's...

I wish I could remember more. It could help.

Maybe you don't want to remember that shit anyway.

Right?

[INHALES DEEPLY]

So, what's next?

[MOANING]

You should leave.

I know. I know.

House rules.

Tom? Yeah?

There's a number on this folder.

What? There's a number.

Em, it's probably nothing.

Just do me a favor and run it anyway.

[KIDS CHATTERING]

Watch it.

Are you sure this is the place?

Yeah, double-checked.

The phone numbers were regularly transferred

to different landlines since the '90s,

then to a cell registered to a B. McNair.

[KNOCKING]

Police.

[TOILET FLUSHING]

Hello?

Yeah? You Mr. McNair?

McNair is my old lady's dead common law.

You wanna come check the urn?

Who are you?

You got a warrant, pig?

Just answer the question.

Well, well.

You wanna come and frisk me?

Hey. Hey. Watch your mouth.

Just tell your old lady we've got a few questions for her.

Can you do that?

She hates you dicks even more than I do.

[WHEELS SQUEAKING]

[KEYCARD READER CHIMES]

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Thank you.

[COUGHING]

[PEOPLE COUGHING]

You all right?

[COUGHING AND GASPING]

[ALL COUGHING]

[ALARM BLARING]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[ALL COUGHING] [ALARM BLARING]

[YELLING]

[MAN GASPING] [WOMEN SCREAMING]

[BRAKES SQUEAKING]

ANNOUNCER: Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

some rail work is gonna have us stopped here for a second.

[CELL VIBRATES] We expect to be back on our way shortly.

Please remain seated. Thank you for your patience.[CELL VIBRATES]

[CELL PHONES VIBRATING AND CHIMING]

[LINE RINGING]

[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]

Hello?

Were you asleep?

Mmm-hmm.

Listen, I need your help with Flynn.

Where is he?

He's at school. I can't reach Alice.

I need you to pick him up

and keep him with you until you hear from me.

Why? What happened?

There's been a gas attack at the Annex.

Okay. I'm leaving right now.

Durand. Yeah.

Yeah, um, confirmed deaths are only a start.

Over the next couple days,

survivors may suffer cardiovascular collapse

and slow-motion asphyxia. WOMAN: Jesus.

A mobile command center is being set up on site.

All duty assignments will go through SAC Crown or myself.

Is anyone taking credit?

NICK: So far, no individual or group has stepped up to take responsibility.

This perpetrator or perpetrators

could be anyone anywhere.

Okay, people, come on. We know our jobs.

Let's, uh... Let's get to it.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like, uh,

we've had a little bit of a power surge here.

They've shut down the power on the train.

There's no need for any concern.

[WOMAN GASPING] We'll get you on your way as soon as we can,

but please sit tight. Calm down. It'll be okay.

And try and stay calm. Just breathe. It's gonna be okay.

[WOMAN SOBBING] Excuse me. It's okay.

MAN: I'm trying to help her. Okay, okay. Can I help?

My husband, he works on the 14th floor.

MAN: Hey, open the door.

Open the door!

Open the door!

Open the door!

Open the fucking door!

[ALL CLAMORING]

Open the door!

[ALL SHOUTING]

Flynn!

Flynn!

[CROWD SCREAMING]

Flynn!

FLYNN: Mom!

You good? You okay?

Yeah. Come on. Let's go.

Come on. Excuse me.

It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

It's okay.

Just keep walking.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[RESPIRATOR HISSING]

[GASPING AND SCREAMING]

[MUFFLED] Guys, we've got a live one here.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

MAN: Move! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

[WOMAN CONTINUES SCREAMING]

MAN: Get this thing off me!

[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

This is your place?

[SIGHS] Yeah. Home sweet home.

It's kind of a dump.

No kidding. [BOTH CHUCKLE]

All right, here you go. Turn on the TV.

See if there's anything in the news.

NEWS REPORTER ON TV: ...the toxic gas released at the Federal Annex

has been confirmed as a phosphoric chlorine cocktail.

Containment specialists are telling us

the gas only stays airborne for a few minutes,

and any toxins will likely stay localized in the building...

I'm gonna fill the tub in case anything happens with the water supply.

FEMALE REPORTER: We're steps away from where

the deadly gas attack took place.

There's been a triage area set up right behind me,

and ambulances have been streaming in

from as far as Rhode Island and New Hampshire

to assist with victim transport.

Do you need help?

Yeah, here.

Just give it a little extra room at the top.

I've got a ladder in my bedroom.

I'll finish it off, okay?

[TV CHATTER CONTINUES]

Mom! Mom! I think I'm out of tape.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I got through most of the kitchen.

Hey. You finish up in there?

Yeah. Okay.

Just, uh...

Just make sure these work, okay?

[FLASHLIGHT CLATTERS]

[WATER RUNNING] [BREATHING DEEPLY]

[SCREAMING]

Mom?

[PANTING]

[KNOCKING AT DOOR] Mom?

Mom?

Are you okay?

EMILY: Uh, yeah!

[FAUCET SQUEAKS]

I'm hungry. What's there to eat?

Come on. Let's see what we can find.

[SIRENS WAILING OUTSIDE]

Too far away for facial recognition.

NICK: He knows where the cameras are

and when the supply truck shows up.

And he stole a card from someone

with the same build and hair color.

The ID he's using matches an air conditioning tech

found dead in a warehouse a couple of days ago.

It was classified as a robbery.

So he had access to the building and the HVAC system,

but he still had to have some knowledge of the physical plant.

Yeah, we're already running down all the HVAC contractors

that worked on the building since it opened.

That's 40 years.

Well, they haven't changed the HVAC system in all that time.

News flash, the Feds are cheap.

We've also got a guy in custody

who wrote some threatening letters

to the Homeland Security Director last month

after being let go for a sexual harassment thing.

Nice work. CROWN: Uh, guys,

I'd like to introduce you

to Special Agent Julianne Gunnarsen.

She's a profiler in from HQ.

Julianne and I worked together at Quantico

back in the day, and she is the best of the best.

I'm just here to help how I can.

NICK: We're processing witnesses.

No one's seen anything so far.

Have any groups claimed responsibility?

NICK: The usual whack jobs on the tip line,

but nothing credible so far.

JULIANNE: Interesting.

High casualties usually correlate with credit-taking.

Whoever did this isn't interested

in winning converts or seeking glory.

Usually when no one takes responsibility,

it means they're planning something else.

I don't disagree.

Building a profile will take time.

Where can I find a HAZMAT suit?

Okay, yeah, yeah, come with us.

You know the optics, what this means?

Well, let's assume she's just here to profile.

[WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.]

[MAN SHOUTING]

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

Alice? Are you okay? Flynn?

Everyone's fine. [SIGHS] Thank God.

What are you doing here? I was on the train.

I brought this lady. Her husband's...

Um, listen, you used to be a therapist, right?

A long time ago. You might want to think

about giving that woman your number.

What?

Her husband, he's not gonna make it.

The delayed casualties over the next couple of weeks

are gonna be at least double what we saw on site.

It's crazy.

We're gonna need a lot of help around here.

You should think about it.

Hey, it's nice to see a familiar face.

Yeah.

[SNAPS FINGERS, CHUCKLES]

Well... [SIGHS]

Some first sleepover, huh? Yeah.

It's pretty cool, too. Yeah.

It's 'cause you're a pro. [CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

The guys who did this,

do you think they're gonna do it again?

I think you hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

And that's what we're doing, right? Hmm?

Okay.

What do you think it was like in that building?

I think it was scary.

Not being able to breathe right,

not having control of your body.

If you don't feel like sleeping alone here,

I can go and get those pillows off the couch.

I'm okay. You sure?

I can lay them out right here. We can camp out together.

I'm fine. [CHUCKLES]

Okay.

I just want you to know I get it.

Our thoughts can take over sometimes,

so if you ever feel like talking, I'm here, okay?

I'm supposed to snap my band.

Oh! Let's see.

It helps. Yeah?

I can get you one if you want.

Yeah, I'd like it.

Okay, good night.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

TOMMY: Hey, you miss me?

Look, come on, Tommy, just...

What?

Flynn's sleeping over.

Oh.

How's it going?

It's going, you know. [CHUCKLES]

Don't worry. You'll do fine.

Can you just stay on the phone with me tonight?

I don't want to fall asleep.

Yeah.

Okay.

So, did you find out anything about that guy from the RV park?

Yeah, I got his prints off my business card

when he threw it on the ground.

Turns out he's in the system.

His name is Lester Nowicki.

EMILY: What's his connection to me?

TOMMY: None yet, but he has three years of unpaid parking tickets.

Which means we can bring him in and ask him

why his number's on my file, right?

We could, but, um...

I checked back at the trailer park. He's gone.

I've already got every cop in the area keeping an eye out for his plates.

It's just a matter of time before he shows up somewhere.

[ENGINE REVS]

And these guys, too. Thank you.

And a cucumber. And these. [BILLING MACHINE BEEPING]

Bread.

Oh.

Bacon.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[HONKING]

EMILY: Hey!

Hey!

Why in the hell...

[PANTING HEAVILY] What...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Are you okay?

I'm sorry!

[PANTING]

Oh, God.

Flynn?

Flynn?

You here?

FLYNN: Yeah, uh, I'll be out in a second.

Okay.

[TOILET FLUSHES]

I grabbed some stuff from the corner store.

I hope you're hungry.

Sleep okay? Hmm?

Hey.

Come on. Happens to everybody.

[SIGHS] Not at my age, it doesn't.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna be late for school.

No, no, no. There is no school today.

They canceled it.

Come on, sit down. Eat something.

I'm not hungry.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR] I...

It's your mom.

Hey. Hey.

Please, Mom. Mmm-mmm. Today of all days,

you're gonna let me have this one, tough guy.

Wow, you're really, uh...

Prepared. Better safe than sorry.

Flynn helped out too, so...

Can we leave? After you thank your mom.

Thanks.

Any headlines? Everything okay?

No, everything's fine.

Great.

So, um...

I-I'm going back to my old job at the hospital.

Why?

Well, you're not a baby anymore.

With all your sports and friends,

you don't need me at home all day,

and after everything that happened yesterday,

they need people at the hospital, so...

And, if you're both game,

we can make this a more regular thing.

I'm cool to hang out more.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Great.

FEMA took the direct hit in this area here.

What kind of terrorists have a beef with the disaster relief guys?

Domestic ones.

FEMA is the dark horse here.

Homeland is the logical target.

JULIANNE: Agent Durand, would you say the perpetrators

had a sophisticated understanding of HVAC systems?

Yeah, to be able to direct the gas with that level of specificity.

AGENT: Multiple air handlers service that building.

They knew which one would hit that area of the floor for sure.

So they knew exactly where they were sending this message.

ERICSON: Message being?

"You can't get us if we get you first."

The FEMA camps conspiracy theory?

Enlighten us.

Many domestic fringe groups are convinced

that FEMA responding to a real or manufactured disaster or threat

would use their emergency powers to round up American patriots

and take them to government concentration camps.

My Uncle Frank listens to crap like that on talk radio all day long.

Proof positive of the ideology's reach.

If you were convinced that your government was conspiring against you

to usher in the coming police state, what would you do?

I don't know. Take off my tin foil hat and go get some fresh air.

So, if we are focusing on a domestic group...

It tracks with their keeping silent and not taking credit.

Cripple the FEMA oppressors,

and then humiliate their police state handmaids.

Right.

So, what's their next move?

I don't know.

That was fast.

We got lucky.

Traffic cams identified his plates this afternoon.

So what are we waiting for?

I was waiting for you.

Police.

What the hell? Get out! Relax.

Unless you have a warrant,

this is straight-up illegal!

The second you picked up stakes, this stopped being a home.

You should've paid your rent.

This is... TOMMY: Shut up!

[YELLING]

[SCREAMING]

LESTER: Leave me alone!

TOMMY: Em.

What is it?

What the fuck is this?

Who are you?

I'm Valerie Chandris.

Sit down.

I'm your mother.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]