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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.

The note itself is not of grave concern.

What is of concern is her decision
to lie to you about it.

The medication can only erase what was,

but if she does not trust
the new narrative,

we have a very different problem.

And you, Camille,
are the narrator she needs to trust.

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

You said a month, two at most.

We have 352 years of data

which demonstrates
the protocol is effective.

Most of the time.

When implemented correctly.

Six silos have successfully undergone full
resets, including your own 140 years ago.

And there have been
individuals targeted along the way.

Your frustration is noted.

While it has largely proven effective,

there have also been exceptions.

Outliers like Juliette Nichols who
have required extended treatment.

You, Camille,
are working with such an outlier.

I feel so much better now.

Her dream indicates
some memory of her return

remains in her unconscious.

Continue the medication protocol
for two more weeks.

Tighten her security detail
and double your efforts

to assure Nichols that you are
her most trusted ally.

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 Post?

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?

"You wanted the truth.

The truth is I love you.

Have no fear, they're good in Supply."

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.

Charlotte seemed to know her.

- 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.

Never noticed that before.

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.

So you believe things are back on track.

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

I think they are.

After her return,
Juliette's survival was unwelcome.

But the numbers indicated
it was tolerable.

Perhaps even beneficial.

The blue line represents the calming value
in the Silo

of having Juliette Nichols as mayor.

The red line is the risk she poses
if the memory protocol is not successful.

If those lines cross, Juliette Nichols
will have outlived her usefulness.

The problem, of course,
is that a sudden removal of Juliette

could be catastrophically destabilizing.

We can only hope that the introduction
of the vitamin compound

into the water supply happens
before that becomes necessary.