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♪ I know you too damn well ♪

♪ to let it go ♪

You-- you all right, son?

Are you hurt?

Son, do you need help?

♪ don't tell me that
you're still in... ♪

Hey.

Hey.

What's this?

A trust account
for your child.

I-I can't take this.

I'm sorry.

When I was young,

I loved fairy tales.

I was always partial
to shapeshifters,

who seemed good and sweet,

but they were full
of unimaginable darkness.

Once upon a time, there lived
a woman in the woods.

She was neither purely evil,
nor purely good.

She gathered
unwanted children

and gave them a home
in which to stay.

She promised them
they'd live forever and a day.

She changed them into colors,
so beautiful, so bold.

She cared for them so sweetly,
they never grew old.

You know it.

Lady Ambrosia.

Ugh.
Always creeped me out.

I'm more of
a Wizard of Oz fan.

You just can't beat a farm girl
in great shoes.

Every culture
has their version

of a mythic creature
who takes children.

The Germans have Der Grossmann,
the Mexicans-- La Llorona.

But there are whispers that
Lady Ambrosia is not a myth,

that there's
a real woman out there--

takes unwanted children
and raises them

with the promise
of eternal youth.

This little boy turned up
out of nowhere yesterday,

and I wonder if Lady Ambrosia
played any part

in his disappearance.

Missing children turn up.

He wasn't missing.

He died four years ago.

And he's not the first.

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I love Annapolis.

I had a friend who went
to the naval academy,

and we used to go to this little
Italian restaurant, Marias,

on the water.

Is it even still open?

I don't think we know it.

Beside the point.

Anyway, um,

it seems like a lovely place
to raise a child.

It really is. Um...

We've got great schools,
a lot of outdoor activities.

Oh, there's this--
this tall ship in--

it looks like
a pirate ship.

It's in the harbor.
Uh, we take my niece.

She is obsessed with it.

Can I be honest?

I like you guys a lot,

and you're probably
too polite to ask about it,

but you do know
about my past?

Yeah. We do.

All we want
is a healthy baby.

And we know that, with this
process, there are compromises.

I'm sure if we work together,
we can come up with a plan.

But I have gotten
my hopes up before,

so I just want to make sure
you're completely comfortable

with me being a part
of my child--

our child's life.

Three children,
all missing and presumed dead.

Mary Jones died on
a family camping trip in 2003.

Jeffrey Childs disappeared from
his backyard two years later.

In 2012, Ethan Linley drowned
on the Ohio River.

All three
were later found alive.

All three had traces
of these ritualistic patterns

painted on their bodies.

Were they able to explain
what had happened?

Identify their captors?

No. Jones was also autistic,
and Childs was blind.

Can you zoom in any closer on
the pattern on Ethan's body?

Hang on.

Okay.

They don't look like strokes
from a paintbrush.

It looks like
finger painting.

Check with his doctor.

If Navabi's right,

lift the prints
from the finger paint

in the photos and run them.

Ressler, take Keen
to that hospital.

I want a psych eval
on the kid.

- Agent Ressler?
- Hi.

Judy Sickler,
Child Services.

This is Elizabeth Keen.

She's a clinical
psychologist.

She'll be assessing
the child.

Well,
that might be tricky.

He's a sweet boy,
but nonverbal.

I understand
he's autistic.

Is there any sign
of abuse?

Aside from a few bumps
and bruises,

being a little dehydrated,
he got a perfect bill of health.

Hi, Ethan.
I'm Liz.

I'm here to help.

Okay,
how are you feeling?

How do you feel?

Don't think you're gonna
get that back.

First thing he's been
excited about all day.

Oh!

I can't believe
that he's here.

Ethan.

Hey.

It's me.

It's dad.

I just-- I--
I-I-I don't understand.

Where did you find him?

The cops
won't tell us anything.

They're
still investigating,

but, uh, we'll give you two
a moment.

I can't imagine

what it must have been like
for them all these years,

thinking their child
was dead.

What is it?
What's wrong?

It's Aram.

Apparently, two weeks before
Ethan disappeared,

the Linleys tried
to give him up for adoption.

All right, children,

who else is excited
to celebrate Matthew today?

Everybody?

Yay!

Yay!

All right, children,
let's stop here.

My little angels,
this is where it begins.

We're going to celebrate who?

Matthew!

♪ 'cause don't you know
it's Matthew's day? ♪

♪ he'll be safe
and always play ♪

♪ today's the day
he learns to... ♪

fly!

♪ he'll be so happy in the... ♪

sky!

And then what's
he going to be in the sky?

A butterfly!

A beautiful butterfly.

Whoo, Matthew!

Yay!

Oh!

Matthew!

Bye-bye!

How beautiful!
How many butterflies?

How many?
Can you count them?

So beautiful!

There he goes!

There he goes!

I know what you've done,
Theodore.

I know what you've done.

Ethan Linley disappeared
on May 20, 2012.

In the six months before
he "passed away,"

his parents met with four
different adoption agencies.

Ethan apparently requires
around-the-clock care--

medical therapy,
speech and language therapy.

In fact,
Jeanne quit her job

to be Ethan's
full-time caregiver.

My cousin
has special needs.

The burden it places
on his parents--

the way they deal with it
is incredible.

I'm not saying
it's easy,

but I'd never give up my kid
for adoption.

People give their kids up
for all kinds of reasons.

Investigators
may have talked to the Linleys

about adopting out Ethan,

but I doubt they spoke
with adoption agencies.

Question them.
See what they know.

Get warrants.

There's something these parents
aren't telling us.

Number 48.

Hey.
How you doing?

I've seen you before.

I doubt it.

Yes, it's you.

I know I know you--
from my spin class, right?

Hot stuff.

I think you have me mistaken
for somebody else.

No, no. You are one
kooky little white man.

I'm telling you, when Calvin
plays Donna Summer--

mnh-mnh-mnh-mnh-mnh--
you just go.

I'll tell you.

Now, you know all the girls in
class got a crush on you, right?

Especially me--
I think you're really sexy.

Thank you.

So, you want to get some food
after this, hot stuff?

Like I said, I think you have me
mistaken for somebody else.

♪ lookin' for some hot stuff,
baby, this evening ♪

Come on.

♪ I need some hot stuff,
baby, tonight ♪

Come on.
We could have some fun.

I bet we could.

♪ I need some hot stuff,
baby, this evenin' ♪

Come on.

45 minutes, Glen?

45 minutes.

Make it quick.

I'm meeting Trudy for a nooner
at the Old Colony Inn.

Vasilia Patinka, former KGB--
I need you to find her.

It'll take time.

- I'm stacked up.
- Stacked up?

Employee training is always
1st of the month.

We're getting the parking lot
re-striped.

I got to get the cones.

I got to book the deejay
for the New Year's party.

It's February.

Always thinking ahead,
hot stuff.

I do not wait
for 45 minutes

in that petri dish
of humanity

unless
I absolutely have to.

This is a matter
of life and death, Glen.

So's my nooner with Trudy.

As the French say,
la petite mort.

If you find this woman,
if you get it done fast,

your tawdry liaisons
at the no-tell motel

will be
a thing of the past,

as I will personally
introduce you

to two young ladies
you will never forget--

soft, warm, blond,
and willing.

Willing?

Tell Trudy
you have to cancel.

Noah.

It's Jeanne Linley.

Have you heard about Ethan?

He's back.

You told me that
he would never be found,

and now
he just... shows up?

Calm down.
It-it's gonna be fine.

Calm down?

I didn't work directly
with the Linleys--

Noah Shuster did.

Could we speak with him?

- I have to go.
- We need to talk.

You know where to meet me.
One hour.

We'll figure this all out.

Noah finds homes for children
who are difficult to place--

kids with
emotional disturbances,

special needs,
health issues.

That's strange.
He was just here.

Do you have a home address,
contact information?

Yes, of course.

Client information
is privileged.

Not anymore.

They said yes?

Open adoption-- you can have
qualified contact--

everything we wanted.

It's great,
and I can't thank you enough.

Wow.

This is
really gonna happen.

Um, I'm-- I'm sorry.

Um, hang on just a sec.

Liz!
Liz, it's me!

- Tom, where are you?
- Listen, it's all good!

I figured out another way
to make some cash.

Boys, we're here.

You can celebrate later.
We have work to do.

Tell the ball and chain
you'll call her back.

What's going on?

No, all you need
to know right now

is that everything
is gonna be fine, all right?

We are free.

From what?

Reddington--
all of it.

And, look, don't make
any moves on the adoption.

Tom, what have you done?

I'll meet you
at your place tomorrow night.

I'll bring Wing Yee's, and I'll
explain everything, all right?

I got a good feeling.

I got to go.

I know you like to watch.

You could have called anybody
to do the job with,

but you called me.

You need me.

We need each other.

- Come with me to Zurich, right now.
- Gina...

I can't.

Freezing out there.
Hop in.

♪ I still remember ♪

I'm so sorry
about all of this.

I don't need an apology,
Noah.

I want to know
how this happened.

That does nothing to solve
the issue at hand.

What's important is
that we come up with a solution.

- Now--
- Now wha--

♪ a few simple changes ♪

♪ and I needed no one but you ♪

Make her go to sleep.

♪ what can I do? ♪

♪ turned around, I'm alone ♪

♪ now the sun don't shine ♪

♪ life's a waste of time
since you turned me away ♪

♪ oh, how I tried ♪

♪ to hold on to you ♪

I think Mother hurts
the children.

I don't think she turns them
into butterflies.

Come up here.

♪ it's all I can do ♪

♪ life is no good without you ♪

You need to stop questioning
your mother.

You let Ethan get away.

Now you need to help us
clean this mess up.

Do you understand?

Sorry, Dad.

It's me, again.

Where are you?

Please call me
when you get this.

Mr. Linley.

This is Agent Navabi.

You need to come with us.

Why?
Is something wrong?

Noah Shuster.

I don't know who that is.
What's going on?

He was
the adoption agent

that you and your wife met
about Ethan.

The day after
he disappeared,

$25,000 from one of your
accounts was transferred to his.

That's ridiculous.
I never--

Sir, you're gonna have to
come with us.

I-I can't.
My wife is not here, all right?

She said
she was going out for coffee.

She hasn't come back.

I don't know
what's happened to her.

Now you want me
to leave Ethan alone?

He'll be taken care of.

By who?

Come on.

You hungry?

How do you feel
about waffles?

Uh...

Ugh.
No toaster.

No microwave.
No problem. No problem.

I know, the whole idea

that Mozart will improve
cognitive skills is a myth,

but they say babies
start learning in the womb,

so, on the off chance
it'll get him into Harvard...

Oh!

It's okay, Ethan!
It's okay!

It's just a smoke alarm. It's fine.

Ethan?

What happened?
Is everything all right?

What are you doing?!
Put that away!

What are you doing?!
Get out! Get out!

One last chance--
Zurich.

You know I can't.

Thanks, boys.

Torch it.
Call me when it's done.

I want him gone.

He's here
for your protection.

I don't want his protection
any more than I want your money.

The money isn't for you.

It's very generous.

I can appreciate that it comes
from a place of concern,

but it's dirty money,
and I just don't want it.

I don't need it.

No,
but your child does.

I'm giving my child up
for adoption.

Why would you do that?

How can you, of all people,
ask me that question?

The life I have because of you
is no place for a child.

I can't even make a waffle
without one of your people

bursting into my home
with a gun.

You think your life
is too dangerous for a child.

But what is your life
without one?

I can tell you from personal
experience-- not much.

What?

You and Tom
agree on something.

He wants you
to keep the baby?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God.
That's it.

The key to these abductions
is parental consent.

No child can be adopted out
without both parents agreeing.

So I had Aram look over
Noah Shuster's case files.

There were 93 cases,
including Ethan's,

where parents considered
adoption, then backed out.

Of those,
16 kids died or went missing

within a year
of the visit--

16 kids with cognitive,
physical,

or psychological issues.

According to Ethan's father,
adoption was his mother's idea.

He was working extra shifts

to pay for Ethan's
private school and therapies,

leaving her alone with him.

He was trying to appease his
wife by meeting with Shuster,

but he maintains that he never
wanted to go through with it.

Well,
conveniently for him,

she's not around to challenge
his side of things.

No, but she had access
to a personal trust account

from which she transferred
money to Shuster.

She could have
paid him off,

and he could have taken her
to cover it up.

I think this Lady Ambrosia
is using Shuster

to identify
mothers and fathers

who want to get rid
of their kids

but can't because
their spouses won't consent.

I searched the National Child
Identification Program,

and of the prints
we lifted

from the finger paint
on Ethan's body,

seven of them belong to that
group of missing children.

We need to find
this Noah Shuster

and figure out
where this city of lost kids is.

You lied to me!

We had a deal.

Two ladies for you,
one address for me.

Ladies, the kind that walk on
two legs, preferably hairless.

I want the address.

You think it's funny?
Little dogs?

I thought
they'd be a nice gesture.

I thought you'd like them.

I don't like them.

Or maybe you're afraid
they won't like you.

Dogs are very intuitive.

They'll know
if you're hiding something.

I am hiding something--
I hate dogs.

They're homeless.

I'll call you when I decide
to race the Iditarod.

Ah, you know what?
Forget it.

Just forget it.
I'll take them back.

Your friend
Vasilia Patinka--

she's living under an alias
in Gaithersburg,

1632 South Perry Drive.

- What about the dogs?
- I love 'em.

Taking an early lunch
so we can hit the dog park.

These little marshmallows are
gonna get my wienie roasted.

♪♪

Well,
you are beautiful, Anya.

It's magical work--
magical!

Isn't Anya going to make
the most gorgeous butterfly?

Oh, well, it looks like

someone's coming through
our door.

We need to talk.

The grown-ups
will be right back.

Help your friends.

It's gone too far.

The FBI
came to the office.

If they have Ethan,
if he leads them here...

Well, you can't let
that happen.

You know,
what we do matters.

Unwanted children
feel loved here.

We keep them safe until...

we have to let them go.

Now, you took care
of Ethan's mother.

You take care of him.

Theo says you hurt them.

He knows.

He doesn't know.
I can handle him.

Can you handle Ethan?

Oh, no.

Agent Ressler.

20 minutes ago, Noah Shuster
logged into the DCFS website.

Why wasn't
his access denied?

He searched for Ethan,
and in his file,

his temporary emergency guardian
is listed as--

Jesus. Call Keen.
Get units there now.

Hello?

Noah Shuster looked up
Ethan in the foster system

and found your address.

We think
he's coming for the boy.

Agent Ressler's on his way.

Ethan, I just realized

I don't have
an extra toothbrush.

We're gonna have to go back
to the store, okay?

Let's go.

Drop it.

Okay.

We're taking the boy.

Ethan, run!

Go now!

Ethan?

Ethan?

Oh, thank God.

Ethan, you can come out now.
Everything's okay.

You're safe now.

You're safe.

I wouldn't be here
if it wasn't important.

How did you find me?

What you endured,
most people never recover from.

I doubt I would have.

But I've turned it into
a calling.

Nikolai would be proud.

I never blamed him
for what happened.

He blamed himself.

The Glasnost files-- there's
something in them I need to see.

That was another life.

One of the bravest men
I ever knew was deaf--

Zeeb Pasha, a Communist
I shared a cell with

in a military prison
outside Ankara.

Zeeb and I were interrogated
by the K Section--

foot whipping, hung
by our wrists, electric shock.

I was nothing more than
a groaning heap in the corner.

Every time our guard
passed the cell,

Zeeb would start signing.

His fingers were a blur--

pointing and tapping,
twisting and swirling--

the same thing over and over
again and again.

Lo and behold, one night,
our cell was left unlocked.

Turns out
the guard's daughter was deaf.

And old Zeeb
had been signing,

"my wife, my daughter,
my life."

Six words, unspoken, convinced
that guard to let us go.

Such
a beautiful language.

Like that girl just then--

what did she say to you
on her way out?

"I'm grateful for you."

The Glasnost files.

I said no.

What if I could give you answers
about your daughter?

Would that
change your mind?

The only thing
that could change my mind

is you bringing her back.

But since that's not possible,
the answer is no.

I don't care who
you have approval from,

I am not leaving Ethan
in your care.

I feel like
I've made a connection

with him on some level

and that he might tell me
where he was being kept,

where the other children
are being held.

You need to say goodbye.

Hey, Ethan.

You're gonna go
with Miss Sickler now,

and she's gonna take you
to a place that is so safe.

And you're gonna be surrounded
by people who care about you.

And no one is ever
gonna hurt you again.

Okay?

You took
Noah Shuster?

Baz did,
after he saved you.

What is your interest
in this case?

Same as yours--
missing children.

Brimley is in there,

speaking to the only man
who can tell us

where to find
Lady Ambrosia.

I need to take Butterscotch
for a walk.

When I get back, I'm gonna need
some ground mineral salt

and a corded dremel drill.

Come on, Poopsie. Let's go.
That's it. Very good.

When I said
that Baz saved you,

I wasn't looking
for a "Thank you".

I'm just relieved.

I found a couple...

to take the baby.

Thinking about it is one thing,
but actually doing it...

How did she do it--
my mother?

Your parents
loved each other very much.

The Cold War was hard--

too hard for your father.

When the Soviet Union
was collapsing,

he took you from her.

She gave up everything
to follow him, to follow you.

The night of the fire--

that's what
they were arguing about?

Your mother, despite what
he'd done, she wanted him back.

She wanted them
to be a family.

As much as it pains me
to say it, he was probably...

the only man
she ever really loved.

And I shot him.

It was an accident.

Tell me.
I need to know.

Your mother was never
the same after that.

The man she loved killed
by the child she adored--

it was... just too much.

Two months later,
she went to Cape May

and left her clothes
on the beach,

walked into the ocean,
and was never seen again.

So, that night,
I killed both my parents.

You were a child.

There should never have been
a gun for you to grab.

Looking back,
I'm not sure I shouldn't have

raised you myself.

I don't want you looking back
with that kind of regret.

Where are they?

They're ugly,
then they're beautiful.

Answer me.
Where-- your father--

- I'm ugly.
- Where is he?

He took him--

the man with the gun.

A policeman?

Oh, my God!
Why don't you have answers for me?

I thought
that you made them beautiful

to keep them
from being like me.

Look, we have to
talk about this later.

Your job
is to prepare Anya.

♪♪

He refuses to leave.

I didn't want to force him
and make things worse.

I think he wants
to speak with you.

Hey, Ethan.

Can I come in?

So you decided
to stick around, huh?

Ethan, what is this?

Ethan drew this?

Isn't it amazing?

Look at the patterns
on the wings.

- They remind me of...
- The finger painting.

That's the same pattern
that was painted on Ethan

and the other two kids
who escaped.

Same dark edges,
same spotting.

So whoever
was holding these kids

was painting them
like butterflies.

Some sort of ritual?

Feniseca tarquinius--

also known
as the harvester butterfly--

highly localized,

related to a species
found in Africa and Asia.

- The only carnivorous butterfly
in North America. - Carnivorous?

If there is a ritual,
maybe it involves this species.

Why would Ethan want me
to know that?

Track all sales
of this species of larvae

for the past 12 months--
I want a location.

We need Shuster,
but Reddington has him.

And, Keen...
where the hell is Reddington?

I believe you abducted
Anya Patinka.

Where is she?

If that's who you're
looking for, you're too late.

It's her birthday.

I don't know
what that means.

Lady Ambrosia-- she--
she means well.

- By abducting children?
- No.

We always try to keep our
process as humane as possible.

What process?

What process?

Anya is turning 12...

the end of adolescence.

She'll be... transformed.

We use nitrous.

And the children are happy,
relaxed,

euphoric
f-for their rebirth.

And the other children?

They help prepare
for the celebration

while the wrapping of
the butterfly child continues.

Where is she?

We call it The Colony--

an abandoned schoolhouse,
Route 2 south of Richmond.

After our son died...

she wanted
to save other children.

She turns them
into butterflies,

sets them free s-so they can
stay children forever.

Okay.
This is amazing.

Uh, well,
maybe not amazing.

I mean, how many people
are in the market

for carnivorous
butterfly larvae?

Aram.

Okay, I tracked nine shipments
in the last six months--

eight to sanctuaries,
wildlife preserves, and zoos.

And the ninth?

Exactly.

Oh, Anya.

I know you can't hear me,
but you're almost there.

You're almost home.

Oh, bless you, child.

Bless you.

Anya Patinka--
where is she?

Who the hell are you?

Her fairy godmother.

I hear it's her birthday.
We've come to celebrate.

It's been some time
since freshman English,

but I seem to recall
that fairy tales

about abandonment,
death, and witches

are supposed
to allow children

to deal with their fears
in symbolic terms,

but there's nothing symbolic
about this place.

You're a real witch.

I don't know who you are,

but if you don't get
off my property right now,

I'll call the police.

I believe they're already
on their way.

While we're waiting,
how about I tell you a story?

It's about a mother,
her two sons,

and a canoeing accident.

You've talked to Noah.

The family lived by a river.

The boys often took
a canoe out to fish.

One day,
the canoe tipped.

Inexplicably, the elder son,
the golden child,

the champion swimmer,
drowned,

while the younger,
the lesser child, survived.

The way Noah tells it,

you allowed Theo to believe
it was his fault,

that he was the reason
his brother died,

that he would have been
better off dead.

They could have
died together,

beautiful and innocent.

Theo would have been spared
all this.

By "this," you mean
the horror of being different.

Is that why you kill them?

I save them.

From what?

I make sure
the damaged ones

don't grow up to be outcasts
like Theo--

hated, pitied.

No one loves an outcast.

Not even his mother?

I couldn't send my son away,

but when I look at him,

I see what these children
shouldn't be

and what they won't be

because I see the life
I save them from.

I'm ugly.

From where I sit,

there's only one ugly person
in the room,

and it's certainly not you,
Theo.

She's breathing.
She'll be okay.

Excellent.
We must be going.

Theo, you are entitled
to as much as anyone--

happiness, joy,

a mother's love.

Theo, stop him.

Stop him.

Theo, what are you doing?
Stop him!

Theo.

Theo.

Theo, what-- Oh, my God!
No!

No, Theodore,
what are you doing?!

Let me g--

Let me go!

I'm not asking!

Theodore James!

Let me go!

No!

Follow me.

♪ here's another cold day ♪

♪ in that old November way ♪

♪ once again it's begin ♪

♪ I'm stuck and out astray ♪

♪ and you came in like a wave ♪

Hey, Tom.

I'm just wondering
where you are.

Give me a call when you can.

♪ just breathe ♪

Anya? Anya!

Ohh, Anya!

Anya!

Oh, baby!

♪ there's no use riding waves ♪

♪ crashed to the shore ♪

♪ through the same pale grin ♪

♪ I gave ♪

I still
don't understand it--

Reddington's interest
in this case.

What does he get?

♪ I can just breathe ♪

♪ just breathe ♪

Thank you.

♪ I can just breathe ♪

♪ just breathe ♪

It just keeps getting worse.

"'How can I get there?'
Asked Dorothy.

'You must walk.

It is a long journey
through a country

that is sometimes dark
and terrible.

However, I will use
all the magic arts I know

to keep you from harm.'

She came close to Dorothy

and kissed her
gently on the forehead.

'When you get to Oz...

do not be afraid of him,

but tell your story
and ask him to help you.

Goodbye, my dear.'"

♪ just breathe ♪