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♪ What will I do
in search of power ♪

♪ Who will I turn to
when it's over ♪

Are you ready
to tell the truth?

Mm.

Well, I guess that means
you don't want your meals

returned to normal portions.

You don't want your chain
lengthened so you can engage

in your normal exercises?

Because if you do,

you will tell me
what you really did to Annie.

I thought you were above
withholding food, huh?

Isn't that
what you said before,

that you weren't
a monster like me?

You forced my hand.

Don't force mine.

Or what?
You have no power here.

So for your sake,
tell me the truth about Annie.

I don't know
how many times I must say it.

I did not kill Annie.

OK, tell me
what happened again.

And this time,
start at the end and work back.

I trained you well.

Liars are unable to tell
a story backwards.

Liars also stall for time.
I learned that on my own.

OK, fine.

I bought a red ribbon,
like the one Annie was wearing.

And I showed it to you,
implying that I killed her

in order to keep you
under control.

And it worked.

Yes, I am a
masterful puppeteer,

but I am not a killer.

Unless you see the person
as a threat

to you and me, like Lacey,

like Annie.

Tell me,
if you didn't kill her,

why didn't she
come back for me?

Any decent person would
have called the police.

And that is your mistake--
assuming Annie is decent.

Truth is, she is unwell.

Annie only cares about Annie--
her wants, her desires.

What you just
described is you.

I am going to find the truth,
and when I do,

I will make you pay--
for me and Annie.

Trent, hey, I need help.

It's a cold case.

Her name is
Stephanie "Annie" Lopez.

♪ Let's be quiet
for a moment ♪

♪ Watch the shapes
begin to fall ♪

OK.

♪ Keep your head
above the system ♪

♪ Keep your eyes
towards the... ♪

Now, remember,
no matter what,

do not open your eyes.

Can I look now?

Open them.

♪ It's the people
we don't know ♪

So what do you think?

You're sure I can
borrow any book I want?

Yeah, it's why
we're here, isn't it?

Oh, my God,
thank you, Mr. Evans.

You're welcome.

Um, by the way,
where are we, exactly?

I got a little turned around
during the drive.

It's not easy to find, is it?

Don't you get
lonely out here?

I'd straight go crazy.

Oh, remember,
you need to call your father.

I wouldn't want him to worry,
only it would be best if--

Oh, don't worry.

I know we're not supposed
to do field trips

without permission.

I won't get you in trouble.

Hey, Dad, it's me.

Can we move dinner by an hour?

I'm at this cool old bookshop.

Just stuff for summer reading.

OK, cool.

You're the best.

An old bookshop?
- Close enough.

Besides, he knows how much
I love books.

Gabrielle, I hope you know
how exceptional you are.

Without a doubt, the brightest
student I've ever had.

Thank you, Mr. Evans.

Recently, though,
I've noticed a change.

A change how?

You've been paying less
attention to my teachings

and more to a certain boy,

Justin.

Justin and I
are just friends.

I'm glad to hear it.

That said, I would be remiss
if I did not share with you

rumors that Justin has taken,
let's call them liberties,

with some of your classmates.

Mr. Evans, no offense,

but my friends
aren't really your concern.

Besides, what you're saying
about Justin isn't true.

Remember what I taught you.

You are the hero
of your own story.

But still, one wrong step,
one wrong influence--

You know, we should
probably get going.

Um...

My dad, he would--
he would--

he would freak out
if I'm late for dinner.

I'm--I'm distracting you.

There are--there are still
so many more books

that I know you'll love.

Please.

We'll leave soon.

I'm so sorry.

I know you prefer it if I
keep this off, but it's work.

No, no, it's OK.
The work you do is important.

Besides, our session
is almost ending.

Oh, I--I almost, uh, forgot.

So tomorrow makes it
a full week

since I've gotten
to the bus station

an hour later than usual.

Congratulations.

That is significant progress, Margaret.

Thank you.

Um, but I feel like
there's a however coming.

I think it's time
for the next step--

a whole night
away from the bus station.

How?

I--I don't think I can do it.

Have you heard of EMDR,

Eye Movement Desensitization
and Reprocessing?

Margaret, the injury
that you suffered

when you lost your son
is no less severe

than if you had been stabbed.

And for the past 13 years,
you've picked at that wound.

Every night,
you go to the bus station.

I think by revisiting that day,

we can remove the guilt
you continue to carry.

OK, I-I have to get to work,
but, um, I'll consider it.

And I would like to do
a little bit of research, too.

Of course.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Russell, Savannah, this is
our colleague, Margaret.

She'll be helping us
find your son.

Brandon Davis is 25 and has
been missing for two days.

You'd never believe it
by looking at him,

but all through high school,

Brandon was
a scrawny little thing,

got bullied every day.

But now he's a nurse and
a reservist in the Navy.

You must be very proud.

Is there anything
you can tell us

about his state of mind
the last time you saw him?

I don't know, last month,
he's been different.

Different how?

I don't know
if any of you are mothers,

but you just know when
something's wrong.

Two and a half days ago,

Brandon stopped answering
our calls.

At first, it seemed silly.
I mean, Brandon is 25.

He can take care of himself.

But then I went to visit,
and he wasn't there.

And his car was missing.
- Friends, coworkers?

We called all the ones
we know,

but no one had any idea
where he could be.

So we went to the police.

Let me guess,
missing 25-year-old Black man,

not exactly a high priority.

Actually, the detective
we spoke with was considerate.

But then it was like
he flipped a switch.

He stopped returning our calls.

That's when I knew
something was wrong--

something the police
didn't want us to know.

Who was the detective
assigned to your son's case?

Mark Trent.

Uh, I'll call you back.

Hey, uh, if you're here
about the cold case--

Oh, I'm not here about Annie.

I'm here praying you have
a damn good explanation

for what's going on
with the Brandon Davis case.

I see you've met
Russell and Savannah.

OK, Brandon is 25 years old.

He was reported missing--

I need facts I don't know.

Well, this was
Brandon's laptop.

Now, the hope was we could
use it to track his phone.

Unfortunately, we didn't
have any luck with that.

But there were two things
on here that were...

It's better if I just show you.

I pulled this video
off his cloud.

Now, it's shot from a distance
and then zooms in--

Like a stalker.
Who is she?

Allison Burkhart,
24 years old.

She's a paralegal,
and she's missing, too.

Now, who she is to Brandon,

this is where things
get a little fuzzy.

This text was sent from
Allison to Brandon's phone.

"Stay away.

I never, ever want
to see you again."

Did Brandon respond,
any text history?

No, but he could have used
some other messaging service

that wasn't backed up
on the cloud.

Point is, this text was sent
the same day

both Brandon and Allison
went missing.

So what?

You just assume Brandon
must have taken her?

No, I'm actually trying
to not make any assumptions.

That's why I'm not talking to
Brandon or Allison's families

until I have more information.

I don't need either family
fanning the flames.

Uh, too late.

Is that--

For two days,
I have remained silent...

Veronica Burkhart.
Allison's mom.

While the police
have done nothing.

Well, I am done waiting.

My daughter, Allison,
has been taken by this man.

His name is Brandon Davis.

And my daughter
does not know him.

He has abducted her,

and I am calling on the public
to please...

just help bring
my daughter back home.

I thought we weren't talking.

A young Black man and
white woman have gone missing.

The mother of the woman
has gone public,

accusing the man
of taking her daughter.

And you represent
the young man,

who now has a very large
bull's-eye on his back,

so time is of the essence.

What are you waiting for?

You, to acknowledge
how much you need me.

See, this is why I know,
without a doubt,

nothing will ever come
between us, not even Annie.

And the fact that
you are bartering

with a young man's life
to prove a point

is why as soon as I find out
the truth about Annie,

I have no more use for you.

I take it you think
the young man is innocent?

Isn't everyone until
proven otherwise?

Oh, I see now
why you like him.

He looks familiar.

Who was your first crush?
What was his name?

Justin.

I expect you to have
something when I get back.

And let me ask you,

if this Brandon were white
and this young woman Black--

Wouldn't matter.

You need to put aside
your own personal bias

and assume Brandon is guilty.

I assume nothing.

For all I know,
she could be a danger to him.

Assume the worst.
You'll rarely be disappointed.

Brandon's phone
is a dead end.

It's off or disabled.

Car is a '93 Wrangler,
no GPS, no LoJack, nothing.

All right,
thanks to Allison's mother,

we're likely no longer the only
ones looking for Brandon now.

We need to move fast before
some wannabe hero

takes justice into
their own hands.

We can thank Detective Trent
for that.

You think he leaked Brandon's
photo to Allison's mother?

- How else did she get it?
- Trent said he didn't do it,

and I believe him.
- Margaret, you and Dhan

get over to Brandon's,
see what clues we can find.

Zeke, I need to know everything
about Brandon and Allison's

last 24 hours before
they went missing,

what stores each went to,
what they ate,

who they hugged, everything.
- You think Brandon took her?

As far as I'm concerned,
we look at

both of them as suspects
and both of them as victims.

What we know is that both cases
are connected.

If we find one,
we're likely to find the other.

Zeke, Trent is gonna give us
access to Brandon's laptop.

Maybe you can find something
the DCPD missed.

I need you to call Paula,

try to get me on the air
right now.

The narrative out is that
Brandon is the kidnapper.

We need to change that now.
- On it.

In the meantime, I need
to talk to Allison's mother.

If we want Brandon home safe,

she needs to put out
the fire she started.

There's no sign
of a struggle.

Empty hangers, missing shoes,
missing toiletries--

Brandon planned to leave,
and judging by what he took,

it's likely he only meant
to be gone for a few days.

You find something?

No, just remembering.

OK, so he was planning a trip.

Doesn't mean something
didn't happen to him.

I agree.

Nothing here speaks to him
being a threat.

His minimalist approach

does speak to a rather
lonely life, though.

The minute it gets out
he had PTSD,

people are gonna think
he snapped,

decided to kidnap himself
a pretty woman.

Or they'll think that
his seeking therapy

is a sign of hope.

Is that what you're hoping
Taylor will think about you?

When you called me,

I believed it was about
an update on my daughter.

I know.
Please just hear her out.

I'll be speaking
to your superiors

about being removed
from Allison's case.

We're trying to help
your daughter,

even though you put an innocent
young man's life in danger.

How dare you.

I haven't done anything
that any decent mother

wouldn't have done.

And what about
Brandon's mother?

Have you considered
how she's feeling?

Not only does she believe
in her son's innocence,

she fears he might be
missing or in danger.

I want to help you both.

All I know is that my daughter
texted that man, Brandon,

and told him
to leave her alone.

Now, I know my daughter.

She has never once
mentioned this Brandon.

She did not know him.

Except her texting him
suggests otherwise.

Fine, maybe they knew
each other in passing,

but the text clearly shows she
wanted nothing to do with him.

Allison is in
a long-term relationship

with a wonderful,
wonderful man.

You mean Robert Franklin,
the hedge fund manager?

Let me help you, Veronica.

I can take your daughter on
as a client,

work with the DCPD to find her.

Give me access
to her apartment,

her laptop, and her friends,
and I promise you,

I will bring her home.

No, Brandon's family
came to you first.

You wouldn't prioritize my
daughter, and we both know it.

And I'm not gonna help you
dig up dirt on Allison

to try and exonerate
the man who took her.

Allison's mom won't help us
because and I quote,

"She doesn't want us digging
up dirt on her daughter."

Translation?
all: There's dirt to be found.

Zeke, I want you to
dig deep on Allison

and do not stop
until you get gold.

Dhan, track down Allison's
boyfriend, Robert Franklin.

Mom used "wonderful"
twice unsolicited.

- I don't trust that.
- Exactly.

She's trying too hard.

And considering neither
Robert nor Allison

have posted photos
of each other

on their socials,
something's fishy.

Anything at Brandon's
to give us any clue

as to where he could have gone?

No, just that
it seemed planned.

Good news,
Paula can get you on the air

to tell Brandon's side
of the story.

Bad news is it's in 11 minutes.

That's 10 more than I need.

Paula, let me be clear.

I want Allison Burkhart
home and safe.

But I want to also
remind America

we have a missing hero
out there,

a nurse and a reservist.

Brandon Davis has done nothing
but serve his fellow man,

giving this country his best,

and now we all need
to return the favor

and assume the best about him.

We need to help
bring him home.

I couldn't agree more.

I--Gabi, hold on.

My producers are telling me
we have an additional guest

joining us.

I'm just getting
caught up to speed,

but, uh,
it's a bit of a surprise.

This isn't good.
I can feel it.

Joining us
is Harwell Justice,

the host of the popular
and controversial podcast,

"Worldwide Justice."

Harwell, welcome to the show.

Paula,
thank you for having me.

Now, as much as I enjoy
listening to Ms. Mosely,

it is important to remember
that her background is in PR.

So what you just heard
is well-crafted spin.

The truth is that
a beautiful young woman

has been taken by
a perhaps once heroic,

now dangerous young man.

Dangerous?
Brandon Davis is a nurse.

He saves lives.
He doesn't take them.

Sure about that, Ms. Mosely?

Thanks to a loyal listener,
I have an exclusive

that we've just confirmed.

On the day in question,
Brandon Davis

made a purchase at a military
supply store in Bethesda.

Do you want to know
what he bought?

A rope and a knife.

We're supposed
to take your word for it?

We have video proof.

So what do you have to say
to that, Ms. Mosely?

What the hell just happened?

How is Harwell Justice,
a two-bit provocateur,

one step ahead of us?

Earlier this week,
Brandon took out $300 cash.

That's what he used
to pay for the supplies.

Look, I am good,
but no one can track cash,

at least not from
behind a computer.

So it's true.
He bought a rope and a knife.

I spoke with
the store's owner.

Brandon purchased
rope and a knife

just two hours before
Allison went missing.

Look, I know this looks bad,
but is it possible

that it's merely a coincidence?
- It doesn't matter.

The court of social media
public opinion has spoken.

Gabi, Harwell's fear mongering
has gone mainstream.

People are calling for Brandon
to be shot on sight.

And some vigilante
is going to do just that.

We have to find him first.

There must be something
we can do to shut Harwell up.

Yeah, by finding the truth.

Zeke, Lacey, keep digging
into Allison's past.

If she as much as got
a school detention,

I want to know about it.

I want to talk to Brandon's
mother again, alone this time.

I feel like
she was holding out.

Dhan, where are we
with the boyfriend?

I finally got a lock on him.

Great, text me the address.
I'll meet you there.

Appreciate you, dude.
Thank you.

Weird, I wouldn't have taken
you for the food-truck type.

Gabi Mosely.

And you are?
- Her associate.

You don't seem surprised
to see us, Robert.

Well, Allison's mother
called and warned me

that you guys would
show up eventually.

You know,
I don't share her reticence.

The more eyes looking
for Allison, the better.

How can I help?

For a man whose girlfriend
is missing,

you seem remarkably calm.

You should have seen me
this morning.

But tearing my place
apart and frantically

calling all of our friends
wasn't helping, either.

Had any of the friends
seen or heard from her?

- Nothing, not a word.
- How did you and Allison meet?

Well, Veronica introduced us
a couple of years ago,

a friend of the family.

When'd you break up?

Allison stopped posting pictures
of you a month ago.

Oh.

Well, I hate to poke holes
in your investigative skills,

but Allison and I have
never been better.

And what about Brandon?

You ever meet him before,
seen him around?

Nope.

If I had, don't you think
I would have mentioned it?

I guess so.
Thank you for your time.

Thank you, guys.

Thank you for coming back in.

Anything to find my son.

Savannah,
earlier when you said

that Brandon was
acting differently,

your body tensed up.

You got shifty and anxious.

There's something that you're
not telling us, isn't there?

And please don't lie,
because I'll know.

And every second that
we're wasting in here,

I'm not out there
looking for your son.

The difference was...

he was happy.

I think he was in love.
- OK.

I mean, well then--
then why didn't you tell us--

oh, it's Allison, isn't it?

Brandon never told me
who she was,

but he was constantly
asking me things like

if I thought
opposites attract

or how I'd feel if he brought
home someone who wasn't Black.

And you feel guilty
about how you responded?

I told him
I'd be lying if I said

I wasn't hoping
he'd bring home a Black wife.

You have to understand.

Our men get so much
thrown at them just for being.

And as a mother, all I want
is for my son to have

the best love and support.

And for me,

that's a woman who
inherently understands why

Brandon has to brace himself

before he walks into
certain situations.

It's a woman who
already knows to say,

"I got you, you're a king,"

before he enters those spaces,

a woman who
immediately understands

when the world has made
her Black man wary

without him having
to explain why.

So you felt like
you couldn't tell us

when you suspected
that he and Allison

were in a relationship?

I had no proof,
and I knew this would happen.

I knew that the minute
the world found out

about the both of them
that everyone would assume

that my beautiful boy
had done something

to this white woman, and...

and not just see them both
as victims.

Oh.

Have you seen the news?

Nobody cares about
Brandon anymore.

The only victim in America's
eyes right now is Allison.

The hedge fund boyfriend
is a lying ass.

Allison's
a high school deviant.

Brandon and Allison
are a couple.

OK.
Zeke and Lacey, first, go.

It turns out your hunch
about Allison was spot-on.

Her parents paid off
the right people,

but the unofficial word is

she got expelled
in the 11th grade.

- Expelled for what?
- Bringing a loaded gun

to school and threatening
three witnesses.

- Why'd she do it?
- Does it matter?

If the situation were
reversed and Harwell Justice

found out Brandon brought
a loaded gun to school, then--

We are not Harwell.
We deal with facts. Why the gun?

According to
sealed transcripts,

Allison claims
she was being bullied.

Now, Brandon was
also bullied in school.

That's something
they have in common.

A lack of corroborations
is also apparently

something they have in common.

Nobody can corroborate
their relationship.

All we have to go on
is a mom's strong intuition.

Margaret's right.

I've talked to at least
20 of Allison's friends.

They're all sipping
the Robert Kool-Aid,

saying how lucky Allison was

and how she would
never leave him.

Well, I put a tracker
in Robert's car.

So whatever he's up to,

we'll find out sooner
rather than later.

The sooner, the better.

Online chatter
is getting worse.

Brandon's in real danger.

Zeke, cross-reference
Allison's friends

on her social with Robert.
- What are we looking for?

I got it. Almost all of them,
91% mutual friends.

No wonder everyone's a part
of the Robert fan club.

Lacey, start calling all of the
friends exclusive to Allison,

find one who will talk.
- Hold on.

That "leave me alone" text
from Allison to Brandon

the day they went missing,
when was that sent?

6:46 p.m. Why?

This is Allison's last post
from that same day.

Look at the time on
the clock behind her.

7:13 p.m.

"Just drying off from
my three-mile swim."

How can she swim and text
at the same time?

She can't, which means
someone else sent it.

Three guesses who'd be
motivated to get Brandon

to leave Allison alone.
- Bring him in.

I want another crack
at that bastard.

- Got it.
- I got this one.

Pretending to be someone else
in an electronic transmission,

that's identity theft.

Then there's the actual
crime of accessing

the phone without permission.

That carries up to a one-year
sentence, unless, of course,

it's determined to be
part of a hate crime.

Whoa, hate crime?

It was just one damn text.

I didn't even know Brandon
was Black until later.

Oh, so you did
send that text?

Look, it was stupid, OK?

- Hmm.
- I was jealous.

We had been good for two years,
and then all of a sudden,

she ups and asks for a break.

She said that she met
somebody else.

- And that was Brandon? Hm?
- Yeah.

They met in some
rock climbing class.

She said it was
love at first sight.

So you hacked her phone?

I went down to the rec center
to talk to her that evening,

but she didn't even
want to do that.

So yeah,
while she was swimming,

I tried to make
Brandon go away.

But it was just a text.

Where are Brandon
and Allison now?

I don't know. I swear.

Look, what I did was
for her own good.

She was throwing her
life away over some guy.

I had to save her.

Mr. Evans, please.
I'd really like to go home now.

OK, remember all
the conversations we've had

this past year,
all that we shared,

our love for literature,

my lonely childhood,
not too dissimilar to yours.

I was there for you, remember?

Even as your father
abandoned you--

What are you talking about?

I want to go home.

Our bond is real.

I do not understand
why you continue

to stand here and deny it.

Take out your notebook.

Take it out now.

Yes, see?

I saw it when you
were in class.

H.E. Hugh Evans.

H.E. is not you.

That's--that's my
best friend, Hilary--

Hilary Edwards.

She sits next to me
in chemistry.

No, no, we're--

we're connected,
we're family.

Mr. Evans, please.

You're a wonderful teacher.

You've broadened my mind
so much, but...

we are not family.

Now, please. I want to go home.

Gabrielle, remember the quote
that I taught you from Sartre?

It essentially sums up to,
"We are our choices."

I cannot allow you
to make the wrong choice.

This is--
this is for your own good.

No, no.

Hey, no, no.

No plane tickets
in either of their names,

same for train tickets
and bus tickets.

OK, it's been over three days
for Brandon and Allison.

We--Margaret,
you're still here?

You need a ride
to the bus station?

I already asked, repeatedly.

No, no, I want to stay.
I can stay.

I found Allison's friend, the
one she shared the truth with.

I'm so sorry.

I just got back from my
brother's wedding in Mexico,

and I saw everything
on the news about Allison.

And then Ms. Quinn called and--
- It's OK.

You are here now.

What can you tell us
about Brandon and Allison?

I mean, they've just
been dating two months,

but Allison said
she felt like

she knew Brandon her whole life.
- Then why the secrecy?

Things with Robert
were so messy.

He's a freaking narcissist,

so Allison just wanted
to keep this private.

Becky, can you think where
Brandon and Allison could be?

Allison said something about

a romantic camping getaway,
two nights just them,

but she didn't say exactly when.

Camping would explain
the rope and the knife.

Except it's been
three nights now,

almost four, which means...
- Something went wrong.

Becky, do you know where
they were planning to camp?

I'm sorry, no.

I--I just know that it was
someplace special to Allison.

It sounded like she
had been there before.

Lacey, Dhan,
I need both parents here now.

Thank you for coming
so quickly.

Margaret, you have two options:

a ride to the hospital
or a ride to the bus station.

You have to make me stay.

Please, please,
just make me stay.

You are minutes away
from collapsing.

You tried.
There's pride in that.

Trust you'll know
when to try again.

OK.

OK. OK.

I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- Don't be, go.
- OK.

OK, OK.

I don't think I can do this.

On that, we can agree.

You can and you will,
for Brandon and Allison.

Sit down.

I'm not here to shame you
or cast blame.

I'm here to bring home
your children.

Allison texted this photo

to a friend
the day she met Brandon.

The simple caption,
"I found my person."

They kept their relationship
hidden from you out of fear.

And because of that,
it costs us

precious time in finding them,
so we need your help.

We know Brandon and Allison
were headed on a two-day

romantic camping trip,
but we're almost at four days

with no contact from them, so--

So that means
something is wrong.

Can any of you
think of anywhere

of special significance that
your children could have gone?

It's Vista Array.

It has to be.

It's the vista where Allison's
father proposed to me.

OK, remember what
we're looking for.

Normally, Brandon would
try to signal with a fire.

This week's rain has made
that next to impossible,

so look out for other markers--

rocks piled together,
clothing tied to trees.

Yeah?

- Allison!
- Allison!

Brandon?

- Brandon?
- Brandon!

- Allison?
- Allison!

Brandon?

I found something.

Hey, come on, this way.

Brandon!
- Allison!

- Brandon!
- Allison!

- Allison!
- Brandon!

- Brandon!
- Hold on!

Listen.

This way.

This way, this way.

Brandon?

Allison?

There they are.

Brandon?

Brandon, can you hear me?

- Oh, God.
- Can you hear me?

Hey, we need a chopper,
immediate evac.

Brandon, talk to me.
What happened?

She fell.

She landed on a branch that
punched her abdominal wall.

OK, we're gonna
need to move her.

Are you ready?
- No, no, no, no, you can't.

You can't.

What is that?

An improvised IV,
a walking blood bank.

Brandon's blood is what's
keeping Allison alive.

Brandon?
- Brandon?

- We need the helicopter now.
- Look at me. Look at me.

Dr. Aston, extension 5722.
Dr. Aston.

Allison's surgeon
says she's awake,

but only because Brandon
gave her nearly

20% of his own blood.

Wait, he's gonna be OK,
too, though, right?

The odds aren't great.

Mr. And Mrs. Davis?

Your son was a very brave man.

He's in recovery.

There's no organ failure.
Brandon's gonna be OK.

Thank you, God.

Thank you.

Baby.

Sugar!

You could have told me.

May I just...

Of course.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for
saving my daughter.

all: Welcome home.

Whew.

♪ Don't it make ya feel good ♪

♪ Don't it make ya feel good ♪

♪ I ain't gonna tell ya ♪

♪ I'm the one you need ♪

♪ I'm the bank teller ♪

♪ I'm the Visine ♪

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I just stopped by to let
you know we did track down

the officer who gave Veronica
Brandon's photo and name.

He didn't mean any harm.

He's just young
and trying to help.

He's making a public statement
of apology to Brandon

and his family as we speak.

Hey, Trent, why don't you
grab yourself a glass?

Pour a shot.

Thanks, but, uh,

I'm on the job.

Uh, Gabi, you got a sec?

So I found what you were
looking for on the cold case.

Do you have time now?

Can I call you later?
I need to help out a friend.

OK, so I'm going to ask you
to follow my fingers.

By offering
bilateral stimulation,

it will allow the brain to
focus solely on the memories

and not the associated trauma.

OK, are you ready?

Yes.

Let's begin.

We are going to
the bus station,

to the day Jamie went missing.

What feeling does
this memory give you?

Shame.

And what instead
do you prefer to feel?

Like a good mother.

We were on our way

to the Baltimore
Automotive Museum.

Jamie loved innovation.

He begged me to take the bus.

He thought riding buses
was magical,

like riding a dinosaur.

I only looked away
for, like, 10 seconds,

just enough time to answer
a question in the crossword.

It's OK, keep going.

Oh, my God, I--mm.

I deserve this.

I'm a horrible mother.
I deserve this.

No. You are human.

Guilt and pain will not
bring back your son.

It's OK.

I need you to stand up
and leave the bus station.

I need you to leave
all your guilt behind.

I'm sorry, I can't leave.

I can't.
I have to keep looking.

I have to keep looking.

I can't leave.

Oh, hi.

- Hi, Mommy.
- Hi.

- Are you leaving?
- No. No, no.

I will never, ever leave you.

But you know what?

I have to forgive myself
because I looked away.

I shouldn't have.

But I did.

So can you--
can you forgive me?

I love you, Mommy.

I love you.

No, don't go.
No, don't go.

I need a little bit more time.
Please don't go, don't go.

Are you OK?

Honestly, no.

I mean, I know it's not the end
of the bus station for me,

but still--
- You took a step forward.

Thank you for being here for me.

You're welcome.

Now, come on.

You know, I was thinking
about getting a rideshare

and--and going to see Taylor.

I'm proud of you.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Gabi, you're always
the one, you know,

the one that shows up
for everyone.

And I just want you
to know that if--

if and when you need someone

that we'll be there for you.

♪ And I know
I can't change ♪

♪ The world outside ♪

♪ It feels easy
to blame myself ♪

♪ When I'm alone ♪

♪ Buried under a blanket ♪

♪ Just trying to forget
that I'm all on my own ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

You said you had
something on Annie?

Yeah.

Um, is Margaret OK?

She will be.

Good.

'Cause the news I've got
isn't so good.

I'm sorry, Gabi.

Annie Lopez is dead.

Let me guess.

21 years ago
during the time I was taken?

No.
Um, two years ago, March 23.

No, you're mistaken.

Gabi, I double checked.

Annie died in a car accident.

She was killed by a drunk
driver who died on the scene.

Also, there is no record
of her ever being kidnapped

or reported missing
as a child.

The only other thing
on her record

is that she spent some time
in a mental health facility

in late 2001, early 2002.

So you're saying Sir
is telling me the truth?

Gabi, what did you just say?

Sir is telling the truth?

Have you been in contact
with Sir?

O-of course not.

Um, something he told me when--
when he took me.

Look, I got to go.

♪ Maybe I'm a monster ♪

♪ Maybe all the things
they said were right ♪

Please!
Mr. Evans, don't do this!

Please let me go home!

You are home.

This is where we will
complete your education.

Gabrielle, listen to me.
You must trust me.

You're confused.

You and I, we want the
same thing, to be a family.

Until then, I am your teacher.

You are the student.

Ah!
Help!

Help me!

Somebody, please!
God, help me!

I'll finish with the locks,
and then we'll have dinner.

Please. Mr. Evans!

Please!

And from now on, call me Sir.

It's been two days.

You cannot just leave me
without food.

I see.

You found out
the truth about Annie.

I told you.

Her parents
had her committed.

That's why she didn't show up
at my window until that day.

After you let her go, somehow,

you convinced them that she was
crazy and making things up.

The place they sent her
was better than she deserved.

You destroyed her life.

That day she returned,

I told her that
if she ever came back,

I would ensure that her parents

locked her away
for good this time.

Needless to say,
the threat worked.

She stayed away.

Annie chose to protect
herself over you.

You made her crazy, just like
you made me into a kidnapper.

That is what you do.

You turn people into you.

- Gabrielle.
- No, I am done with your lies.

I am done with
your manipulations.

You have cost me everything.

While everyone around me
has been healing,

I let you drag me into hell.

All I was holding on to
was a chance to avenge Annie,

and now there is
nothing to avenge.

I should have buried you
the day I found you.

Gabrielle.
Gab--

What are you doing?

What are you doing?
- It's me.

I need you to come over.

It's about Sir.

Greg, move your head.