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There've been sightings of Kennedy,
but when we get there, he's gone.

Looking for a woman
with a bandaged right arm.

IT said we're low on vitamin D.

Please ship two barrels of D+
to Water Filtration.

My name is Orla Kent,
and I am shadow to the head of Supply.

You're hurting me.

Please don't tell me we have a problem
first day of the Council.

Madam Mayor.

I just wanted to ask
about your memory.

Anything coming back?

I'm outside the air lock with Bernard.

- Do you know what I'm talking about?
- No.

- That Bernard died from the poison.
- Robert.

Your vitamins.

The dirty bomb
is what I wanted to talk to you about.

Starting to feel like I'm the only one
who thought this was a date.

That reporter. Helen Drew.

She's working on a story.

Well, if it isn't the
hero of New Orleans.

I'd like to be assigned
to the Iran Committee.

I think I'm allowed to know
if my little sister's gonna bomb Iran.

Get on that committee,
and tell the reporter what you can.

Who are you?

Shit.

- Hey. Finally on my way home.
- Hi.

Just wanted to check in.

- Big day today.
- Yeah, it was.

- All good?
- Yeah.

You did well at the Council.

I think it's the start
of something special.

It smells like smoke in here.

I didn't like the soup,
so I reheated some pizza.

Okay, well...

- Night.
- Night.

I don't understand
why this is taking so long.

You said a month, two at most.

I feel so much better now.

Thirty miles out of Cartersville.

Kick-ass view of the sunset
over Pine Mountain.

Yeah, we had horses
and ducks and goats.

These two bulldogs.

Angriest dogs God put on the earth.

Only thing they ever did was
chase us from the front gate

to the house every
time we got off the bus.

When I told you
I'd been made the

University of Georgia
Bulldogs' mascot...

Don't worry.

What?

Well, you laughed so hard that you...

you pissed yourself.

I don't sound like a very nice sister.

Mom's name was Grace.

Dad...

William.

Please, I'm...

I'm sorry, Donald, I just...

don't know what to say.

No.

No. Don't be sorry. I'm sorry.

Fuck.

You all right?

I don't usually swear
at inanimate objects.

Worse targets for rage.

Besides, this machine's
been asking for it for months.

That's good.

Don't worry about that.

Everything okay?

Yeah. My sister's here.

Well, her body's here.

I'm sitting there with someone
I've spoken to every day for the last

three decades and she's looking
at me like I'm the Uber driver.

You're Daniel.

We've been expecting you.
I'm Victor Crnkovich.

I'm Charlotte's doctor.

- Hi.
- Hi.

It's good to meet you.

Yeah, I'm afraid to tell you that I'm
the reason she doesn't remember you.

So, the medication,

it's like installing a drawbridge
between her and her memory.

A safety gap, if you will,
between upstairs and downstairs.

Used for too long, the bridge
stays up, becomes permanent

and she never gets her memory back.

But when she's stronger,
we'll pause the medication,

lower the bridge, go
across, and choose...

actually choose...

what memories to bring back,
and what to leave behind.

I lost you with the drawbridge thing?

No.

I don't know. Yes...

This kind of conversation
wasn't on my list

of things to try to get
my head around today.

The drawbridge comes down,
how do you get her memories back?

We tell her story, over and over.

Her story?

Okay.

Why do humans rule the world
and not the apes?

I don't know.

Opposable thumb.

Better motor control.

- Bigger brain. Less hair.
- Okay.

Let's try this. What
do you do all day?

Right now? Call up total strangers
and beg them for money.

Exactly. You reach out to people
and you tell them a story.

You take a set of data
and you weave meaning around it.

It's what we do, it's who we are.
We're storytellers, meaning-makers.

It's our only superpower.

You, me, Charlotte,

we're really just a collection
of stories we've told ourselves.

Memory is our internal biography.

Information that we've hopped up
with meaning to tell us who we are.

The medication has
erased the book of Charlotte.

Okay? Like I said,

we'll stop the meds,
and memory by memory,

you'll fill it back up
again with her story.

Memory by memory?

Memory by memory.

Loving sister,

brilliant naval aviator.

Even the mission to Iran,
but this time you have a choice.

Daniel, you have a choice not to
cripple her with the whole truth.

The trauma of what happened
to her squadron.

You have a choice
to leave that behind.

Could I tell her a lie?

Would she believe it?

Why would you lie?

Well, she has a few opinions about me
I wouldn't mind her forgetting.

Actually, you could implant a lie.

It would take a lot of time
and great effort.

The real memories
ignite faster because

they're already
there on the page,

she just can't see them.

You'll need artifacts
to bring back the old memories.

You know, objects from her life,
her childhood.

Memory is in the
body, not just the brain.

It's...

It's in the smells of the past,
and the meaning

that we wrapped around objects
we had when we were kids.

We use them like shortcuts
to ignite the neural pathways.

Our parents died when we were young.

We moved in with our aunt.

There's not a lot of stuff
from our childhood.

I'm sorry, but there's something else
there between the ones and the zeros.

It's not just neurons and axons,
there's something else.

Something mysterious, like...

like a soul.

And it won't be
controlled by me or anyone else.

So, sometimes, maybe 10% of the time,
it does not work.

But she's responding well,
so you have reason to hope.

Okay? Okay.

Sorry for the interruption, boss.
There's a woman out here.

Filed a regular
missing persons' report,

but she won't leave till she sees you.

It's not a regular
missing persons' report.

The missing person's name?

Orla Kent.

She's my sister.

Shadow to the head of Supply?

I saw her yesterday
at the Silo Council.

Spoke to her.

- She's missing?
- She comes to me every night

after her shift.

Last night, nothing.

Maybe she went home and crashed.

No, she'd porter a note.

My parents are old.

They worry. That's our deal.

Since we were kids.

No unexplained
absences, no room to worry.

Look, I know you're busy
with a whole lot of stuff

that's more important to everyone else
in the Silo, but something's wrong.

I know it in my bones.

I lied to my parents.

I told them
Orla stayed with me last night.

I can't lie to them again today.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you.

It's all very Frankenstein.

Crnkovich?

No, me.

He's asking me to...

I don't know,
take a shopping cart into her brain,

pick a whole lot of parts,
rebuild her soul.

Well...

I mean, who are we
if not the sum of our memories, right?

I guess.

Look, I thought I might go
check on her if that's okay.

I never served, so, you know, some
candy, some magazines to a wounded vet

feels like literally
the least I could do.

Sure.

Daniel.

- Hey.
- Helen.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Have you met Anna Thurman?

Helen Drew.

Not officially.

Everyone says your mother's
talking points are bulletproof

since she roped you in, so...

Helen and I
accidentally ended up on a date.

Not a date.

Listen, I just went by your office.
I heard about your sister.

- I wanted to say sorry.
- Thanks.

Is she at Walter Reed?

No, they transferred her
to the Heidi Stensen Clinic.

Wow.

Someone must have
pulled some serious strings.

I can't imagine a naval aviator would
have that kind of money tucked away.

Actually,
I think you'll find that Dr. Crnkovich

has been treating combat veterans
free of charge for years now.

Yeah, I guess. Yeah.

His first trial was on
prison populations

in countries too indebted
to US aid to say no.

His second was with the DOD
on first year recruits

who don't get a say
in their medical treatment.

And in both cases,
he took a big blackboard eraser

and wiped out their memories.

He let traumatized combat vets
forget the horrors that they saw.

He let career criminals forget
that they were criminals

and become productive
members of society.

But he decides what people remember
and what they don't remember.

Doesn't that worry you?

Well, it's a little more complicated
than that.

And she's my sister.

You know, everything since she became
a fighter pilot worries me.

Is it too cynical
to say that he is

using injured vets
to test his theories?

- Helen.
- Victor lost his wife

and child in a car accident
when he fell asleep at the wheel.

My guess is he's got more skin
in the trauma game than most.

Take care.

And send Charlotte my best.

Sure.

You met with a reporter
and you thought it was a date?

Politicians and reporters,
you know it's transact--

It's transactional, yes, I know.

I was...

Distracted?

Well, as well as being quite good
looking, she's also good at her job.

Even if the only one she could get
was a shitty one.

Is she not at the?

No, she hasn't been there for a year.

She was a bad girl.

She's at some online
sleaze factory now.

Still, she's a reporter.

She got what she wanted
and you got nothing.

What'd she get?

You told her where
Charlotte's being treated.

And you told her for free.

She said you should
take the whole box...

for luck.

Okay?

Mayor?

Mayor?

Mrs. Sims asked me to log
our movements more formally today.

Get back to Supply.

If they don't find us more rebar,
the stairs...

they'll only be ready
for their grandchildren.

Cover me.

You know, you still gotta talk to her.

I can't.

She asked for your help.

I can't.

Okay.

Maybe I should check with someone.

It's safe and all to go down but...

Why? Who would you check with?

I'm the mayor. This is my security.

Teddy.

What's going on?

The mayor wants to go down.

Madam Mayor,
can I ask why you want to go down?

Do I have to give you a reason?

Well, I'm in charge
of rebuilding the stairs

and no one gets on a rope
without my say-so.

You know I don't really remember you?

Yeah, I know.

And I have this feeling
we didn't really see eye to eye.

We did all right.

I wanna talk to Martha Walker.

Well, you're in luck. She went up
to 60 to get some medical supplies.

She should be back down any second.

Right.

Well, we'll wait.

Madam Mayor,

while you wait,
can I talk to you for a second?

In private.

Yeah. Sure.

It's okay.

I... Shit.

Camille gave us all instructions
about how to talk to you

so I don't fuck up your recovery.

It's okay. Go ahead.

You asked Shirley
about Bernard Holland.

Yeah?

This morning she remembered something.

I don't know if this is helpful,
but during the rebellion,

a guy came down.

He said he was Bernard's shadow.

Well, we didn't have
time for him, Shirl

was just gonna
throw him in a cell,

but he said he knew you.

He said that when
you went over that hill,

someone had seen
you go inside somewhere

and that maybe you were still alive.

- Did he say who?
- No.

All I know is Shirl took him down
to the digger void.

He was looking for something
at the bottom.

He wouldn't say what it was.

But if this guy really was
Bernard's shadow,

maybe he could help you.

What's his name?

Lukas Kyle.

I'm getting an
assistant in my next life.

I am so done with
doing things for

someone who should
be doing them himself.

Hi. Let me start over.

I'm with Congressman
Daniel Keene's office.

He asked me to stop by,
check on his sister.

Maybe...

Maybe get her outside?

Why didn't Shirley tell me herself?

I think...

We're all struggling
with how to wrap our heads around

what you remember and what you don't.

And I know that you
won't remember this,

but Shirley,
she armors up when she's hurting.

I mean, when you first came back,

Shirl camped outside your
hospital room for ten days straight.

Wouldn't leave your side.

I practically had to carry her
back down to Mechanical.

Then the rumors started that you had
lost a lot of your memory in the fire,

but Shirl wouldn't have it.

You wouldn't forget her.

She ran up 144 levels to be there
your first time out in the cafeteria.

Waited in the back.

Let everybody else
get their piece of you.

And then when it was her turn,
you looked straight through her.

I...

I just think talking to you
hurts a little too much right now.

Here's Walker.

Madam Mayor, this is Martha Walker.

Don't bother.

She has no idea who I am.

Do you?

Let's start with something simple.

You still drink coffee?

Or am I not allowed to ask that
'cause you're too fragile?

I drink coffee.

Good.

So what have they been telling you?

Well, they said that I used to

spend a lot of time
in your workshop.

The mayor's coming.

Madam Mayor, go ahead.

She can wait like the rest of us.

So...

I know that my main responsibility
was the generator, right?

But I wanna know
why did I spend so much time with you?

You came for advice.

Which you never took.

Why?

- Hi.
- Pigheadedness, arrogance.

Hey, two black coffees.

Hold the fawning.

So why'd you wanna see me?

I got a note last night.

Did you send it?

Wasn't me.

What did it say?

You don't trust me.

I want to trust you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Why would that be?

I remember you sent me a note
the day that I went out to clean.

"They're good in Supply."

Which showed me that
you had swapped the heat tape.

Something that you could've
been sent out to clean for.

And you wouldn't do
that to anyone, you

would do that to
someone that you...

Yeah, well, that was then.

So what? You don't remember something,
poof, it's gone.

Might just as well not have existed.

Okay.

Well...

The note I got said,

"If you want to know the truth,
go to the marketplace at 2:00."

So I wanna know,
do I go to the marketplace?

Do I go...

You know what was
the most irritating thing about you?

If there was a problem,
a question, a decision to be made

and everyone was pointing
in one direction,

you would decide that the only
direction to go in was the opposite.

Right. Okay. That's quite irritating.

No. What was irritating was that
99% of the time you were right.

Because you trusted your gut.

So my question to you now is,
what does your gut say?

I can't.

You see, the person I risked
my life for, she was a fighter.

She would have fought
with every inch of stubbornness,

arrogance, pigheadedness in her body.

That's it?

- What's that?
- Are you even trying?

To remember?

What do you m... I'm here. Right?
So, yeah. What...

I get...

I get splinters of memory, or
something. I don't know what it is.

And the more I try and hold onto it,
it just slips away so...

I don't know what to do.

Try harder.

I don't remember you.

That's okay. I'm not
taking it personally.

You're the only one.

How about we go sit over there?

It's so good to get away from the
constant staring, and questions...

and pressure to vomit up
something of value.

You have any
military visitors yet,

hoping you'll vomit
up something of value?

Not yet.

Mostly my brother hovering over me,

sweating bullets
that I'll remember something.

- Yeah.
- Remember him.

Well, for the record, I'm a reporter.

I want you to vomit up something too.

We met a couple of times.

Something was bothering you
about the mission to Iran.

I don't remember anything
about the mission.

Part of what I do is help people
get their stories straight, okay?

I help them fill in the blanks.

So I thought I could tell you
what I know about the mission

and what they're saying officially.

Maybe that'll help stir something up.

Charlotte.

Charlotte?

Hey. Hey. Are you okay? Hey.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

All right, excuse me. Hey,
excuse me, guys. Thank you. Excuse me.

Look, I know
this is not a part of your orders,

but I need some space.

So, could you give me 30 minutes or...

Have you met Mrs. Sims?

I let you outta my sight, then she'll
use my intestines for dental floss--

- I know, but I need to--
- Juliette.

- It's her. It's Juliette.
- Hi, guys.

- Wait, wait. Don't.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- All right, guys. Sorry, no.
- Jerry. Hey. No, no, no.

Just give the mayor some space, okay?

- Back up.
- What the fuck are you...

- Did you touch me?
- What are you talking about?

He fucking touched me!

- I'm sorry.
- Hey!

- I'm sorry.
- You need to take your hands off her.

Madam Mayor. This
is a misunderstanding.

Ma'am. Are you lost?

If you want the truth, come with me.

Match me. Three...

Hold it.

That's it. Match my breathing.

- In for three seconds and hold.
- Okay.

And out.

Good. You're doing good. Easy now.

Let it go. Okay. Good.

- Did you call the police?
- No, I was waiting for you.

Who are you?

What?

I'm the man you strong-armed
into helping you with the hard drive.

What?

Patrick Kennedy, whose life's
never sucked more than when I met you.

You're one of the fugitives.

Danny. You screwed my life too.

Landed me in Judicial
seclusion. Trying

to forget it,
probably never will.

Sandy. I worked for you
when you were sheriff.

You didn't screw up my life
but I still don't like you.

Okay, and you... You sent me the note?

Well, I didn't. She did. She wrote it.
I don't know why she wrote

- the whole thing about the truth.
- You sent me the note?

- 'Cause I wanted her to show up.
- Yeah.

Okay, but what you
should have said is,

"Why are you lying
about the outside?"

Yeah.

Well, I'm not lying. What do you mean?

The Jane Carmody
video. I saw you see it.

The flowers. And the trees.

- And the birds.
- And the birds.

And then you went outside
and you came back, right?

So why are you
saying that it's not safe?

It's not safe 'cause it's not safe.

When you went over the hill,
what did you see?

I've seen what we've all seen.

I've seen the...

I walk over the hill and then I
walk into a refuge hut, right?

But do you remember that?

Really?

Or are you just remembering
what you've been shown?

No, I...

I... Okay. I don't...

I don't. I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know.

Then maybe they did it.
Maybe they actually did it.

- What?
- Hold on one second.

You remember the drugs
that Sims offered me?

"Swallow these pills and you'll forget
that we led your wife to her grave"?

Do you remember that?
I said it was total bullshit.

- Hey.
- Maybe it's not bullshit.

- I'm sorry. All I'm saying is...
- Just...

What if your head injury
is not because of the fire?

Let me ask you something.

Are you receiving
a lot of medical attention right now?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, like being asked to swallow

a whole bunch of pills?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Wake the fuck up, people. I'm sorry.

But you are the only one
who has ever gone out and survived.

And now, surprise, sur-fucking-prise.

She doesn't remember anything
except what they tell her.

Get the helmets.

Hey. Hey. What the
fuck were you doing?

What she wanted.

Our non-date?

Wasn't randomly
fishing for information.

I know.

You went to Charlotte for a story,
and then when you didn't get it,

- you came to me.
- No, you idiot, I didn't go to her.

She came to me.

She read my stuff.

She thought she could trust me
and we met in secret.

There were questions
that she wanted to

ask, questions that
she couldn't ask.

The best she could do
was point me in the right direction.

Right direction for what?

She thought something was off
about the mission to Iran.

She thought you
might be willing to use

what little congressional
power you've got

to try and find some answers.

What kind of questions?

The kind that an administration with
a hard-on for going to war with Iran

don't want asked.

Like, "Was the dirty bomb attack
on D.C. even real?"

She told me not all missions planned
for Iran were related to the nukes.

The one she was on, going to the
mountains up next to Turkmenistan,

their planes were going to be loaded
with bunker busters.

She said they pulled
out the comms units

and installed this old school system
from the '80s.

Why would they do that?

What do old comms give you?

You don't want your email hacked?
You use a typewriter.

Don't want your planes
hacked? You take

them out of the
digital playing field.

She said,
"Might as well be flying Tomcats."

Everyone else
in Charlotte's squadron is dead,

and she scores a
magical transfer here?

Where her treatment will what?

Make sure she never remembers
what happened?

I didn't sneak in there today
to get some story.

Your sister wanted the truth.

Badly enough to risk her career
and risk going to jail for it.

I think she still does.

Which just leaves the question, was
she right to send me to you for help?

And then a raider came up behind her.

They talked for a few seconds
and then Juliette followed the raider.

Down an alley
and into one of the storage rooms.

Which storage room?

I can show you...

but there's something
I want in return.

And what might that be?

This one we grabbed
from IT the other day.

Printed inside is the number 18.

Same number as on the hard drive.

But this one, the
helmet you wore back?

It says 17.

Juliette.

You had a sign.

You held it up to the camera and
it said, "Not safe. Do not come out."

I worked for you.

I know your handwriting.
You didn't write it.

Who wrote the sign?

I don't know. I don't know.
I don't know... It's fucking gone.

Great. What now?

We get back to looking for Lukas Kyle.

Ninety-two days without a sighting.

But you know what they say,
93rd day's a charm.

Hey. Hey, wait, Lukas Kyle?

- Yeah, he was Bernard's shadow.
- No, I know. I know.

Why are you looking for him?

Because before he became
Bernard's shadow, he was in the mines.

Why?

Because you showed him a red-level
relic and he didn't report it.

I figured you showed
him that hard drive.

I don't...

I don't remember giving him...

I know. You don't remember anything
I got it.

Wait. Stop.

So Lukas is sent to the mines,
but why then did Bernard pull him out?

Why? I don't get it.

That's what we're trying to find out.

But he hasn't been seen
since the rebellion.

Fuck. Get her out of
here. Go, go, go, go.

- You gotta go. Now.
- We gotta go.

- Now.
- Hey. Okay.

Madam Mayor, step aside please.

- Bring in the ram.
- Are you all right?

- Yeah.
- Hold on.

Clear the mayor! Get her out.

Now!

What did Kennedy want?

He just kept on going on
about it being safe outside,

that I was lying
and I need to tell the truth.

- But you know the truth.
- Yeah. I do.

When you had the dream about Bernard,

you said there was something you
had to do but couldn't remember what.

Yeah?

Did Kennedy say anything about that?

What? No.

No, he just kept
yelling that I need to

tell everyone that
it's good outside.

- That's all he said?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Look, you get that
because of that note,

you walked blindly into something
that could've gone very wrong?

Yeah.

This is why I have
Jerry on you. Okay?

Because the only way
I can keep you safe

- is if we're in it together.
- Okay.

There can't be secrets.

I know. And I didn't think it through
and I'm sorry.

I should... I shouldn't have. I know.

- I know.
- Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

- Yeah. Are we good?
- Not quite. I...

I need you to meet someone.

Why?

She followed you. She...

The only way she'd tell us where
you were is if she could talk to you.

- I said she could have one minute.
- Are you kidding me? I'm tired.

It's a minute.

- Okay. Yep.
- Yeah?

This is...

Juliette.

- Right.
- We call ourselves that. In tribute.

Did it hurt getting that?

A bit.

A lot, actually.

You know what it means?

- No.
- No?

We just thought that if you had it
then it must mean something good.

Right.

Would you tell me what it means?

Sorry, what's your name? What do
your parents... What do they call you?

- Evelyn.
- Evelyn.

Well, that's a good name.

I don't know what it means.

I don't even remember getting it.

So, I guess you just got marks
on your body that don't mean anything.

But, yeah.

Sorry.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

You went out.

And you came back
to keep us from killing ourselves.

So if these lines mean
nothing else to you,

well, they mean that to us.

- Let's not have that day again. Okay?
- Yeah.

There are two things
I want to say to you. Hey!

Thing one: That stunt in the market?

Not cool.

I am not the kind of man
who would ever lay hands on a woman.

I honor this badge and my wife.

Yeah. That was a shitty thing to do.
And I'm just not myself right now.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Thing two: I've been thinking about
this whole mayoral security thing.

It basically feels like we're
treating you like a prisoner.

And it's not sitting right with me.

Okay, if you wanna get away from all
this...

take some time for yourself,
you can tell me.

- I'll find a way to make it work.
- What about Camille?

You're my mayor.

You let me worry about Mrs. Sims.

Come on.

You might wanna wear long sleeves
till that heals.

They're looking for a woman
with a damaged right wrist.

I've looked the other
way for weeks, Kat.

I haven't put my foot down,

- associating with Kennedy--
- Your foot down?

You're really gonna go there.

I don't know where
the fuck I'm going.

You saw the page.

The world was beautiful.

You think you need to remind me?

I've spent my whole life
living by something,

enforcing something which is...

- A lie.
- No.

Not all of it.

But if you think
there's not a single day

I don't choke on the irony of being
asked to help rewrite the Pact...

How many times do I see the things
that I believed in are wrong?

But what you're doing...

I can't tell you or Kennedy
or anyone else what to think.

But today, things went too far.

Think what you want! Don't
break into IT! Don't grab the mayor!

Your daughter is sleeping.

It's a miracle no one else saw you.

What if they had? What happens then?

When they tell me
my wife is in the middle of this.

I don't know, Paul.

I'm struggling to get a bead
on things too.

I gotta go.

Where?

The Mids.

There's a missing person.

Blood pressure's up.

Not surprising
after such a frightening day, right?

Yeah.

- Time for your vitamins.
- Thanks.

- All right. Bye.
- Bye.

Hey. I'm gonna go to the cafeteria.
I'm hungry.

Yeah, well, now you have.

Ma'am, would you
like to order something?

No. I'm good.

On the upside,
I think it gave her a scare.

She apologized for not telling me
about the note straightaway.

I can't vouch for tomorrow,
but today, yes.

I think they are.