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Welcome back, sweetheart.

Do you know where you are, honey?

What did you do to me?

You've been in a coma for a few weeks.

You were just transferred here yesterday.

We're gonna take good care of you.

Hey, there.

I'm Dr. Teller.

You can call me Pam, okay?

You have a stain on your boob.

What? Oh, goodness.

Soup.

I'm your neuropsychologist.

And I'm here to help you get your memory back.

Knock yourself out, Pam.

Okay, I'll do my best.

So I have some news and, um...

it's not good.

You were in a head-on collision with a driverless truck.

You were sitting in the back.

Your parents were in the front.

They didn't make it.

I am so, so sorry.

Okay. What else?

Well, you suffered head trauma.

Then your heart stopped on the way to the hospital,

causing brain hypoxia.

So you've lost your long-term memory.

And that's what I'm here to help you with.

I'm so, so sorry.

You've just suffered a really big loss.

I'm not sad because they died.

I'm sad because I feel nothing.

I can't remember them!

Where are you from?

Florida.

But we were visiting Boston

because my mom wanted to see Fenway.

What were your parents' names?

Monica and Nicholas Anderson.

Everyone called my dad Nicky.

And what about school?

I was a junior.

But I skipped a grade.

Yes! You're getting so much better!

I'm just spitting back facts.

They still look like strangers to me.

I know, but we're stimulating your limbic system.

Your memories, they're still in there.

And then I get to live with my grandpa?

No, honey.

Your grandpa's not well enough to take you.

He had a stroke.

I thought you knew that.

My parents worked in shipping.

We were working-class, but I got a scholarship

to a private school.

I had a dog.

Sparkle Fatty.

What a shitty name for a dog.

I hope I didn't come up with that.

I wanna go home.

But there is no home.

And then like a ride with some, like, rando guy

who picked me up because Payton

wasn't going to walk all this way in these boots,

and Payton didn't have money for a ride-share.

So, you owe me.

Nobody else really wanted to come and I was like,

"Hello, you guys? She literally almost died and shit." Oh.

I really appreciate it, Payton.

Oh, my God. Your hair looks amazing.

It's like 100% mental patient. Ah!

So, my mom is like kind of really pissed with your mom

for being three months behind on the rent.

And I was, like, "Mom, the woman is literally dead now!"

God, what a bitch.

So, are there any guys in here?

You know you gotta get that D!

Uh, I haven't really looked.

- Hello! You must be Payton.

You two know each other?

No, Payton reached out to see if she could visit.

I thought it'd be nice.

You're more than welcome to stay for Jules' rehab.

Support improves prognosis.

Actually, Pam, I think it should just be you and me today.

Oh.

Uh, that's kinda messed up.

- I'm sorry, it's just-- - No, no, no, no. It's fine.

I kind of used you as an excuse to come up here, anyway.

I'm meeting with a guy in New York who thinks

I should model, so...

Bye.

Wow.

She was energetic, huh?

Do you think all of my friends are like that?

I don't know. She was the only one who reached out.

I was counting down the minutes

until she would leave.

Yeah. Amnesia patients often feel alienated

from their past selves.

So maybe you just need a fresh start.

Yeah, maybe I do.

Wait a minute, what?

I don't know, it just happened!

Oh, my goodness! You have to tell me about it!

Okay, so I was making my bed...

- Uh-huh. - And I had a flash

of walking Sparkle Fatty!

And-and a car honked and...

and Fatty took off through someone's yard,

and we crashed through sheets on a clothes line. And...

And that's it.

I just... I dunno, maybe it's not real

and I just invented it after everything

you told me about myself.

No, no. Don't doubt yourself.

That was a recovered memory. You did it.

I mean... it's textbook, right? Making your bed,

the sheets, that was the trigger.

Anyway, I have some really good news for you.

Your foster family is coming to pick you up next week.

- What? - Yeah.

I'm leaving? I... I mean, I...

I haven't even met them yet.

Social Services, they sent me their file

and they seem really lovely.

Mom's a banker and the dad,

the dad's an artist!

Now, I can be here when they come, if you want.

Oh, look at you guys. Get in. Get in tight.

There we go.

- Is this okay? - Uh, sure.

- My face is starting to hurt. - Uh-huh. Mine too.

Shh.

One, two, three!

There ya go!

- Thank you. - Bye, guys.

Bye, Wes. - Bye.

Right over there. - Thank you so much.

We'll see you soon. - Thank you. Bye-bye.

See? They're nice.

I like her, especially.

Yeah, I guess.

- What? - You have lipstick

on your teeth. - Here?

Did I get it?

Oh.

Oh.

You've got rehab on Monday,

so this is just a...

it's just a "see ya later."

I know.

You got this, kiddo.

Go on now.

It's okay.

Bye, guys!

And this is your bedroom.

And there's the en suite.

Wes has actually been trying to get me to swap rooms,

but I think that a woman should have her own bathroom.

Don't you?

I've been trying to get Mom past

this whole gendered paradigm.

Try less, Wessey. Try less.

Oh, I-I wanted to finish that before you arrived.

Look, you just pick whichever one is your favourite

and then we'll paint it. - They're all really nice.

I'll, uh, think on it.

Okay, no rush.

Just let me know if you need anything.

And Jules, I-I just wanna say...

I'm really looking forward to us getting to know each other.

Me too.

Good.

Raw tarts for a black heart.

I don't know how you eat those cold.

You okay?

Or did you finally realise

surviving a kidnapping is a huge deal?

I'm fine.

You practicing for motherhood?

I need the extra resistance

for this morning's road work.

"Road work?"

You mean our four-block-walk to school, right?

I'm not absorbing any negativity this morning.

By summer I'll have a 20-pack.

Listen, Lucy, you sure about this?

Jack, this girl is me. If this is where she recovered

after her so-called accident,

someone in there's gotta know something.

Is Charlie okay without you?

Yeah; yeah, she'll be fine. Tina's on it.

Thank you for...

being here with me. It means a lot.

Yeah. All right. Let's do it.

Let's go.

- Thanks, Josh. - Here we go.

Ooh, yours looks... fun.

No, my therapist says it's important to practice joy.

Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner.

I've been spending a lot of time with Mom and Dad.

And Jennipurr, my Bengal, has had this stomach problem

that has been the most stressful thing in my life.

So, you're, uh, you're worried about the output?

What was the calibration accuracy of the machine?

The margin of error was virtually zero.

It was calibrated perfectly.

They're worried she's dangerous,

which doesn't make any sense...

unless there were cellular variations

that we didn't anticipate.

She was a perfect match. I checked it 100 times.

We both did. - She woke up with no memories.

'Cause the scan wasn't high-res enough

to replicate the detail... - I know.

...needed for memory. Structurally,

her brain was exactly the same.

I don't think you're really having doubts about the method.

It's the fact that we did it at all that's bothering you now.

Of course it does.

Do you think I wanted her out there in the world

with no support, no idea who she is?

Look, I-I know things got... complicated.

...but if you ever want to come

back to Additive, there is a place for you.

Thank you.

Yeah, that means a lot.

I'm...

I'm thinking of retiring, actually.

What? Kira, no.

I don't trust myself anymore.

Just think about it.

That's Jennipurr's food alarm.

I'm here, though, if you need to troubleshoot anything.

Thanks, Josh. I appreciate it.

I can't give out private patient information.

I know, I'm so sorry to be a pain in the ass.

I just, um, her parents...

my aunt and her husband, uh, they actually, uh, they died.

And I've been trying to track her down ever since.

Her name is Jules Lee.

She was in a terrible accident and her--

If she's a minor, you need to contact DCF.

No, I know. I did that

and they actually directed me to you.

So, um, could you just maybe

tell me who was in charge of her case?

If you keep asking, I'm gonna have to call security.

Hey, hey. There you are.

Sorry, uh, since her accident,

she sort of wanders off sometimes.

It feels like they're hiding something.

Oh, excuse me?

You said you were related to Jules?

Yes.

Oh, they tried to notify next of kin

but they said they never found anyone.

And then when they placed her with her adoptive family,

she was discharged.

- Who discharged her? - Her neuropsychologist.

I mean, it was a private hire, which was weird.

We don't usually bring in consultants.

What was their name?

Uh, Pam Teller.

Jules was such a sweet kid. Troubled.

She had these nightmares

and I'd find her huddled up in the common area.

And then she'd just sit there all night,

not wanting to bother anyone.

Nightmares about the crash?

I don't know. All she'd say is,

"I can't get the blood out."

Oh, my break's over.

I'm really sorry. I wish I could be of more help.

Thanks.

You okay?

Yeah, no, it's just...

that nightmare.

I think we're having the same one.

Okay, today we'll be extracting this...

from this!

Jules, could you please wait for my instruction!

Last time, Ingrid lost her eyebrows.

Okay. First, we will prepare a solution of...

Hey, do you wanna hang out after school?

Only if Z can come too,

and you don't get possessive this time.

Right. Um, I thought about that and, sure, let's be poly.

We can totally do that.

How about let's not be a "we"

but free individuals instead.

That's what I meant, yeah.

Um, also I have this calc test on Friday

so I would like to make a purchase from the pharmacist

if you've made that new batch?

Zero dollars, please. Friend's discount.

- Cool.

So, I ended up snorting the last ones

and I tripped hard.

Like, my dream from the night before

started playing out on the bus ride to school.

Yeah, that's probably a bad idea.

Hey. Where did you just go?

I'm just thinking about this afternoon with you.

Jules, you're wanted in the principal's office.

I'm sorry.

Ugh. Hi, there.

What are you doing here?

Well, your advisor said you weren't in school yesterday.

Where were you?

I didn't realise you were keeping such a close eye on me.

Jules, if something's wrong, you can tell me.

I care about you, kiddo.

Thanks.

Can I go back to class now?

So then there's nothing going on?

Nope. I'm good.

Okay.

Who sent all my things back

when I was at the hospital?

My stuffed alien, my journal?

Payton's family sent up a box to help with your recovery.

The stuff I wrote in that journal...

it's nothing like me.

Habits, even personality traits,

can change in brain-injury patients.

Remember Jules, you have perm-- - I know.

"I have permission to change."

You're it!

- You're it!

Go on.

Now, behind you!

Got you back!

Bye!

- Are you okay?

Why'd you do that?

I am sorry.

My goddaughter's been having

a hard time with bullies and she misread the situation.

That boy's parents are not pleased.

I-I'm sorry, young lady, I...

I don't understand.

Excuse me?

Oh.

Her hamster just died, and she is blaming herself,

so I should really get her home.

Ma'am, can I see some ID, please?

Sure thing.

Army, huh?

Two deployments. You?

Marine Corps.

Keep an eye on that one.

Will do, Officer.

So, is it her? The woman who printed you?

No. It's some woman with a degree

from Harvard Medical School.

She's building some "Memory Experience Center"

that looks expensive. - Hello?

Ah, shit.

Yeah. Okay, okay. I'm on it.

- What? - We-we have to go back.

Charlie just confessed to a cop.

She's hunting alone again.

Like a wolf.

Actually, wolves generally hunt in packs.

Not lone wolves.

Apex predators?

It's a thing. Look it up. - I will.

The autopsy came in on our man shot in the orchard.

The angle of bullet entry is canted from below.

That's interesting. She shot him

from a bended-knee position.

Or the person who pulled the trigger

was a lot shorter than Lucy.

A child, maybe.

Lucy may not be dangerous.

She kidnapped a girl at gunpoint.

Under extreme duress.

What are you doing?

I think we might want to reconsider our approach.

Lethal force may not be necessary.

Oh, Darros already signed off

on this approach, but thank you

so much for always contributing your input, Emily.

This feels weird.

A brother's supposed to steal his sister's diary,

not be asked to read it by said sister.

But what do you think?

"He looked at me in Spanish class today.

Really looked at me, you know?

And I felt like 1,000 tiny knives

sprang from his pupils and pierced my heart."

Doesn't not sound like you.

Uh-huh, screw you.

Okay, this one's amazing:

"I have a secret. Don't tell anyone, okay?

I imagine myself flying,

wings springing from my back.

I gallop and take flight toward a destination unknown.

Forever wild. Forever free. Forever me."

Holy shit, Jules!

Too late, it's already burned into my brain forever!

What are you doing?

"I gallop and take flight toward a destination unknown.

Forever wild. Forever free. Forever me."

What if I didn't write this?

Or, old-you plagiarised Pegasus Girl.

David Stanley Fagerland.

And his address is right here.

Let's go see him.

What? No, Jules,

I think it's just better if we leave this alone.

I can't just leave this alone.

This whole year I've been living with this...

dread in the background.

Knowing something's wrong,

even though everyone's been telling me everything's fine.

I have to do this.

Um...

it's good to see you, Dr. Manning,

uh, but you didn't have to come all the way out here.

I just want to make sure we understand each other.

Of course. Clarity is paramount.

I know there have been some concerns

about irregularities in the printing process.

But, uh, I have been back over the data,

and there's nothing to suggest that she is structurally flawed.

No reason to think she could be dangerous.

Actually, you know what? Um, she calls herself Lucy now,

so I think we should follow suit, don't you?

Does that name mean something to you?

No. I, uh... I was just surprised.

I want your word that you won't hurt her.

Hurt her?

Dr. Manning, I-I'm sorry. I'm a philanthropist,

not some movie villain.

I have absolutely no intention of hurting anyone.

Okay? We will sort this out.

And just like my grandfather always used to say,

um, it'll all come out in the wash.

She's not a piece of laundry, Paul.

She's a human being. - Of course.

And your concern for her is very touching.

And I promise you,

we will take care of Lucy.

We're in this together,

just like we've always been.

What did she say to the cops?

She used her phone to tell him she killed someone.

Yeah, it was pretty bad.

And then he, uh, he asked for your ID?

I showed him my old Army DoD.

That always smooths things over.

Is her finger gonna be okay? - Yeah.

Yeah, she just jammed it.

Thanks.

Hey. Hey, I'm so happy you came.

Of course. Uh, Mom,

this is Rhona, my, uh, friend

from the Quaker meetings.

Such a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Manning.

Lucas has been telling me everything you do here.

Incredible.

Thank you for donating blood today.

Giving back is one of our foundational Quaker beliefs.

Next.

Yeah, a lot of people have that belief.

Okay.

All right.

Lucas, why don't you go ahead and show Rhona how it's done.

Sure.

Just roll up your sleeve here.

Maybe this is the wrong place.

You scared?

Yes! This place is sketch as hell.

I'll protect you.

Also, that's classist.

So, uh, what's that thing on your head?

Lasers.

Supposed to help me with regrowth.

Jury's still out.

And, uh, who the hell are you two?

"I gallop and take flight toward a destination unknown.

Forever wild. Forever free. Forever me."

You're fans! Welcome! I've got a couple signed copies

here for ya if you'd like to--

How'd you get that?

It's mine.

I'm Jules Anderson, or I was.

Okay, look, you can't tell them I re-used that line

in my book, okay? They'd be so mad.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Please, just, just--

So, to be clear, you wrote this journal?

It's all you?

Look, man, they told me it was for a study, okay?

Some new therapy technique. But, listen to me,

you can't tell them you know, okay?

- I can't tell who? - And I think they're still

watching me!

Who hired you?!

Jules, I think we should go.

Dr. Manning? We had a ton of donors today.

Thank you for organising this.

Of course.

Why are you not freaking out?

I'm freaking out! That was insane!

- Yeah. - I can't believe

that crazy lady who kidnapped you was telling the truth.

You're a printout of another human being?

Maybe?

I don't know.

I mean, if this journal is a lie,

then my whole life is a lie too, right?

Like everything Dr. Teller said that happened to me.

Did she just make it all up?

I mean, what kind of asshole would do that, though?

Oh, my God, do you think I'm a printout too?

Wes, you have all your memories.

You're not a printout. - You don't know that.

My hives are coming back.

What are we gonna tell Mom and Dad?!

Nothing.

Do you think they're part of this too?

Go home, Wes.

No, they're not. There's no way.

Go home.

Where are you going? Jules?

A man died. You need closure. Okay?

Okay.

We didn't know you.

I don't think we would've liked you if we did.

Uh, but, um...

Get out of the bathroom!

What? What is it? What is the emergency?

Your captive has returned.

I'm thinking you and I should maybe have a do-over.

I don't get it.

Why would anyone even want to print out a copy

of someone else?

I have no idea.

And why two printouts

of the same person at different ages?

My guess is that you are a newer version.

A new version of who?

So, Dr. Pam--

I think she's involved.

Asshole.

I heard in the hospital

that you were having nightmares.

So?

I have them too.

I'm in a bathroom.

There's blood on the floor, and when I look in the mirror...

I see your face,

but I know it's me.

Did we do something really bad?

I don't...

That dream is my only memory.

Mine too.

My only real one, anyway.

Yeah. I keep thinking if I could just see more details,

I could figure out who we were.

I might be able to help with that.

I'm listening.

So, there's this study drug at school.

Kids have started snorting it

like the greedy meth-heads they are,

and they've started to, like, dream trip.

Where do you get it?

Myself.

I make it.

Of course, teenage version of me is a drug dealer.

Maybe if we try it together,

we'll be able to see something new.

Where are you going?

It's at home. I have to go get it.

Okay. Well, be careful.

I'll be fine.

They're after you, not me.

Yeah.

Jesus Christ!

Jeez.

How did you find me here?

You worked for the State Department

until three months ago.

That's code for CIA. Who leaves the CIA

to go and work for Paul Darros?

That's private.

I'm off the clock, Dr. Manning,

so if you need something, it's gonna have to wait.

You were upset in the meeting. I saw you.

What aren't you telling me?

She-she's a person.

Well, then you should've thought of that

before you left her out there.

Please.

You wanna keep Lucy safe?

Just find her before we do.

Jules?

You missed dinner.

Where were you?

With friends.

How'd the, uh, Spanish studying go?

Me fue muy bien.

Um, I'm tired.

I think I'm gonna go to bed early.

Actually, honey, we'd like to talk with you.

Wes, would you give us some time alone with Jules, please?

I'm happy to stay, though.

It's okay, buddy. Please, head to your room.

We're worried about you, Jules.

Skipping school. Lying to us.

We got a call from Dr. Teller.

She thinks you've been having some

"unhealthy disruptions" lately.

Do you know what that means?

Well, uh, she came to school and took me out of class.

That certainly was a disruption.

She says your teachers think you're hanging out

with the wrong crowd.

What is this? A police state?

See? That-- This is what I'm talking about.

Okay, James.

Dr. Teller is worried

that your emotional distress

is affecting your treatment.

She wants you to take these.

They're just antidepressants.

Just until things smooth out.

Wow. Okay.

Take one now, please.

You're supposed to take them with food.

Show us your tongue.

- James! - What? It's a thing!

Can I go now?

Yes.