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(insects chirping)

(man groaning, sighing)

(groans)

(toilet lid clacks)

(urine trickles sporadically)

(groaning)

(urine trickles sporadically)

(groaning)

(water running)

(water continues running)

(singsongy): I see you.

(clears throat)

(groans)

♪ ♪

WOMAN (on phone): When I was a little girl,

I imagined there was nothing you were afraid of.

(sighs)

You were indestructible.

There was no one and nothing that could ever hurt you.

There was no one and nothing that you would ever let hurt me.

(groans)

♪ ♪

When I was a little girl, you were a king.

And everything I knew was your kingdom.

I guess what I'm asking is...

where did that guy go?

(groans) Well,

I hate to break this to you, but...

you weren't very bright as a kid, Emily.

I could've told you anything and you would've bought it.

Oh, I think we both know that isn't true.

Uh, and what makes you think

that I wasn't afraid of anything when you were a little girl?

I was afraid of everything that wasn't nailed down

when you were a little girl.

I just got good at lying to you about it.

Yes, you did.

- (chuckles) - Until recently.

I've noticed.

You don't sound like yourself.

You're preoccupied when we're talking.

You're not sleeping.

I'm just asking you what's the difference now.

I don't know. Something, you know, just off.

- (sighs) - Listen, if this is about what I think it's about,

then I understand why it frightens you.

But I think you're fine.

Unless there's something you're not telling me.

- Is there something you're not telling me? - Oh, sorry.

No. No, of course not. Uh...

I got to run, sweetie. I'll call you when I can.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Bye-bye, love you. - Bye. I love you.

Uh, she's pretty sure everything's fine.

Huh.

(whistles)

Well...

let's go.

(bell chimes)

- (lock latches) - (crackling)

- (phone rings in distance) - (indistinct announcement over P. A. in distance)

(knocking)

- (door opens) - MAN: Mr. Chase?

- (door closes) - Yes. - How you feeling this afternoon?

Dave and Carol.

Who are... Okay. Okay, I got it.

Dave and Carol are your dogs.

I got a little confused for a second there. (chuckles)

Why? Because they have names?

Well, 'cause they have people's names.

You know, those are-those are people's names.

Oh, not in this case.

Right. Um, you know what?

Why don't we just start over, then?

Uh, good afternoon, Mr. Chase.

- I see you've brought your dogs into the... - Uh, Dr. Howard...

never minded, you know. I bring 'em everywhere.

Yeah, I'm Dr. Howard.

(sighs) Oh. See, I don't think so.

- Okay. (chuckles) - Uh...

I'm guessing you were expecting my mother.

I was expecting the Dr. Howard I've been seeing

going on 17 years now.

Where might she be?

Well, she only sees patients on Thursdays now.

- Thursdays? - Yeah.

Uh, at her age,

she, um, found it hard to keep up the grind,

but I'm sure you know all about that, right?

Okay. Uh... (clears throat)

We brought you in today to talk about some results.

- Oh. - Looks like you recently underwent

a full preventative screening here.

Yeah, we got physical, cognitive and full labs.

Don't usually do the cognitive without a request.

- Yeah, I requested it. - Oh, okay.

- Um... - (chair rolls)

Are you experiencing any symptoms?

Mm. Isn't that the nature of cognitive impairments--

that you aren't cognizant of them?

Not always.

(sighs) Well...

not never, either.

No, I've not been experiencing any symptoms.

- I've been feeling more anxious. - Hmm.

Agitated. Um...

Maybe missing a few things.

My wife... (sighs)

She went through this, so,

if I hadn't spotted it, I don't think she would have,

so, I just want-wanted... wanted to make sure.

I see.

(scribbling on paper)

So, are we sure?

I beg your pardon?

The cognitive test.

Oh, yes. Yeah, these look fine.

(scribbling continues)

Nothing out of the ordinary?

Nope.

Why, would you want there to be?

(laughs)

CHASE: Remind me, we got to go to the doctor

on Thursdays from now on.

♪ ♪

(indistinct conversation)

EMILY (on phone): Tell me I shouldn't be worried right now.

Because the last time,

the answer to every question I asked was,

"I'm fine, Emily, really,"

was when things got bad with Mom.

(drill whirring)

I understand why you felt

like you needed to protect me from it,

but I'm not a child.

And our situation is hard enough

without feeling like you're trying to keep me

out of things that I should be in with you.

Tell me I shouldn't be worried,

because I am.

(sighs) Okay.

Please call me.

(cans clattering)

(Chase groans)

Oh, Abbey.

Sweetie.

- Oh. - (whimpering)

(shaky breaths)

(sobbing): I'm sorry.

I-I don't know how I got here.

And then, I was afraid if I came back to bed,

- you would see. - Oh, come on, come on.

Come on to bed, now.

(grunts) Let me get you out of this.

(Abbey breathing heavily)

(Chase groans)

Come on.

Love...

you should put me somewhere.

Yeah, I'm gonna put you to bed.

- (chuckles) Come on. - No. No.

Y-You should put me away somewhere.

This isn't fair on you. No.

I am not what you married.

Oh, please don't say that.

- Come to bed. - (sobbing softly)

- I could be dangerous for you. - (chuckles)

Makes things interesting.

(Abbey gasps)

Who am I?

You're the woman who promised to take care of me.

You're the woman who I promised to take care of.

Now, come on. Come on.

Who am I?

I know who you are.

I know what you are.

I see you.

♪ ♪

- (cans clatter) - (gasps)

- (exhales slowly) - (floor creaks)

(gasps)

(breathing heavily)

(dog collar jingling)

(wind whistling)

(clock chimes)

(breathing quietly)

(floor creaks)

(wind whistling)

(barking)

(grunting)

- (groaning) - (barking, snarling)

(grunting)

Hals.

(snarling)

Aus.

(whimpers)

(panting)

You want to tell me your name?

(gunshots)

(choking)

(blood gurgles)

(man gasping)

(man coughs)

Good dogs. Thank you.

♪ ♪

(gunshots)

(breathing heavily)

(dialing)

(line rings)

- DISPATCHER: 911. What's your emergency? - Yeah...

my name is-is Dan Chase.

I'm at 92 Neville Street in Norwich.

A man just broke into my house with a gun.

He fired at me, I fired back.

I... (chuckles) I-I shot him.

I... I-I think he's dead.

Sir, please stay on the line.

Repeat your name again.

My name is Dan Chase.

♪ ♪

(indistinct police radio chatter)

STEVENSON: So, you heard the dogs barking downstairs.

You retrieved your weapon.

You descended the stairs,

at which point, the intruder fired a shot.

You fire back, hitting him in the chest.

That's correct. Yeah.

RICHMOND: Dogs usually downstairs at night?

No, they usually sleep in my room.

Uh, they must have heard something downstairs.

The barking is-is what woke me up.

(sighs) Wh-What was this? Was it a robbery, or...

STEVENSON: It's hard to say for sure.

He seems well-dressed for a vagrant,

- so that'd be my guess. - RICHMOND: You don't have

any security issues you're aware of, do you?

- Security? - RICHMOND: Yeah.

- Business rivals, personal issues. - (scoffs) Oh, no, no.

You received any kind of threats or anything lately?

No, no, I'm retired, so...

What'd you do before you retired,

- if you don't mind me asking? - Oh, real estate,

mostly, uh, down in Manhattan.

I kept the family up here, though.

I never had any kind of problem.

Figured we were far enough away from the city

to be free from all that.

Yeah, well, you'd be surprised.

Happens everywhere these days.

The silencer-- that's weird, though.

- That you don't usually see. - Oh?

But then again, you had that guy last week

- that held up a mini-mart in Lyndon with an AK-47.

- AK-47.

- Ah. - So I shouldn't be surprised

by much of anything anymore.

- Yeah. - STEVENSON: We'll send the guys

through in the morning

to do a more detailed sweep-up, if that's all right.

I'm sure you had a very long night.

You know, actually, uh...

I have family in Milton.

If I give you the key,

would it be all right if I stayed with them?

STEVENSON: We'll leave it under the mat.

(chuckles)

(line ringing)

EMILY: Hello?

Hey, kid, it's me.

Sorry to be calling you at this hour.

(sighs) Uh, they found me.

What?

- Yeah. - Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. The dogs are fine.

But if they found me at the house, I can't go back.

Are you sure it was...

- it was them? - (sighs) Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.

Just because... after all this time, you know,

- it seems pretty unlikely. - Emily. Emily, I'm sure.

I've been feeling it for a few weeks now.

I thought maybe it was my imagination.

My head making up ghosts to remind me I'm getting lazy.

I still have things to worry about, but...

No, this is not a drill.

This is happening.

I got to go get ahead of it now.

(exhales) Okay.

What can I do?

(sighs)

I'm, uh...

I'm thinking that, uh...

we're gonna have to stay off the phones.

You know, I'm gonna lay low for a bit,

just to be on the safe side.

Okay.

- How long? - I don't know.

A week, maybe.

Couple of weeks.

(sighs) A month, maybe.

(chuckles) I'm sorry.

No, don't say that.

- You've... You have nothing to apologize for. - All right.

I'll call you as soon as I can.

Yeah. Right.

Okay. I love you, Dad.

I love you, too. Bye, kiddo.

(hangs up)

(dog whimpers)

What?

I didn't lie to her.

There's no reason to worry her right now

about things we don't know.

MAN: Space is the breath of art.

You know who said that?

BOY: No.

Any idea what it means?

No. Do you?

(chuckles)

Well, I... I think it means, when you're building a house,

you got to have a place for everyone

and everything important.

But it's good to have some space that's just...

you know, space.

Do you think this is too big?

Oh, no. I love what we're building here.

And I love building it with you.

I do think that we're gonna be able to

host a small army in here, though,

by the time we're done.

It's just for our family.

Yeah?

A room for you and Grandma,

a room for me, and a room for Mom and Dad.

For Mom and Dad?

In case somebody figures out

how to bring them back someday.

(crying)

- (knocking) - WOMAN: Harold?

Yeah?

There's a... there's a call for you.

Oh.

Hello?

MAN: Uh, Assistant Director Harper?

- This is Harper. - Please hold.

Have you ever thought it might help

- if he saw you cry? - (groans)

Everyone cries around a kid that's lost his parents.

I think just for variety's sake,

I'll be the one that doesn't.

MAN: The assistant director is on the line.

(line beeps)

WATERS: Sir, this is Raymond Waters.

Bob Blasky over at DCS put me on to you.

I'm working a case he thought you might

be able to be helpful with.

What kind of case?

Now, I have been granted SCI access

for the sake of this interaction,

- just so you're aware. - I understand.

What kind of case?

In July 1987,

a man under you went MIA near Torkham.

- You know the man I'm referring to? - Yes.

Well, my assignment was to ascertain

whether the subject was still in the wild,

and if so, to locate and retrieve him.

- Now, about two weeks ago... - Retrieve?

- Yes, sir. Now, two weeks ago... - What for?

- (sighs) Sorry. Excuse me? - What for?

(stammers) That file has been resolved.

It's been sealed for three decades.

Why is it coming up again now?

Sir, that's outside the scope of my responsibilities.

I've got an operation gone sideways here

and time is of the essence. May I continue?

Yes.

Now, an operator was sent to engage the subject.

That operator was dumped, the subject is at large.

We do have redundancies in place but,

given your history with the subject,

DCS felt your insight might prove valuable.

Sir, I'm instructed to relay to you

your help was personally requested by the secretary...

Yeah, I get it. I'll be in the air in an hour,

on my way to you.

- Thank you, sir. I'll... - (hangs up)

Is everything all right?

No.

(music playing quietly on jukebox

WAITRESS: Service animals only.

Sorry?

They're not allowed to be in here.

Only service animals.

Heh. Wa-Warming my feet's not a service?

Coffee, black, and some rye toast.

White or wheat?

Wheat, please.

(traffic whooshing past)

STUART (on phone): Mr. Dixon, how are you?

CHASE: Oh, great, thanks, Stuart.

Listen, there's something I'd like you to do for me.

Uh, I'm gonna be coming out in a few days,

and I was wondering

if you can make sure the house is ready.

Um, new sheets, uh, groceries.

No dairy, almond milk, coffee, you know.

There ought to be a list there somewhere.

Wonderful. And will Mrs. Dixon be coming with you?

No.

No, no, she won't.

Uh, email me if you have any questions.

Understood.

Looking forward to finally putting a face to the name.

Uh, me, too.

So long.

(vehicle approaching)

(muffled music playing)

(music playing faintly)

(sniffles)

- Waitress come yet? - Yes, I sent her away.

There are too many options.

Uh...

Listen, there's something I need to talk to you about.

I'll never get used to this.

You people and your menus.

There are three pages of just pancakes.

What?

What is it?

Uh...

Ordinarily,

when I get the feeling I've been having all day--

like...

trouble is starting to get close--

I'd tell you it's time for us to move again.

Get ahead of things before things catch up to us.

But, um...

Um...

(takes deep breath)

What if we don't keep running?

What if we find a place to stand still

and we build something there?

- Build what kind of something? - Uh...

(chuckles)

A home.

Life. A reality.

A place where good things happen.

Those things are for sale in this country.

They can be manufactured, if you know

how to work the machinery.

- I can do that. - We can't stop moving.

We can't stop moving, they will find us.

If the people we were stop moving, they'd be found.

But the people we're about to become...

No one's looking for those people

because those people haven't done anything wrong.

They are honest Americans

looking to work hard.

Be happy.

Be a...

Be a family.

♪ ♪

It's a comforting story.

This place is filled with comforting stories.

It makes it so hard to see the truth.

The moment we left the mountains,

I think we both knew

there was only one way this could all end.

I do not like the idea that

we're lying to ourselves about it,

or to each other.

I have drawn some comfort in knowing that

at least, when the end comes...

...we will know we did the right thing.

And we will be together, and maybe that's okay,

maybe that's enough.

Fuck that.

I did what I did.

And I'd do it again, because it led to us.

I don't care what your name is, or mine.

All I care about is growing old with you.

Come be someone new with me,

and...

and I swear to God, I will make sure

that no one or nothing will ever harm you

as long as I live.

♪ ♪

Yes.

(laughs)

(chuckles)

Hmm.

Wh-What, uh, what are we gonna call

these new people we're about to be?

(vehicle arrives)

(phone rings)

HARPER: Hello, this Harold Harper.

Listen, there are a couple of things

that we need to get clear.

First, I am not running this op.

I was asked in strictly to consult.

No one here knows that I'm speaking with you right now.

There's a good chance I am violating

several laws by doing so,

which should earn me a little latitude. Does it?

No.

All right.

The second thing, then,

is that I need you to go to your car.

Right now.

I need to explain to you how I just called you

on a phone that you believed was clean and untraceable.

- You haven't paid yet. - When you get to the car,

take a look underneath.

Passenger side, rear wheel well.

Apparently, we can match the transponder's location

to the location of the phone moving with it,

and then reverse engineer the number.

That one surprised me.

I didn't know that was a thing we could do.

I tell you this partly to remind you

that you have no idea how different the game is

than the last time you played it.

And partly because you've got about three minutes

before they're on top of you.

I'm not looking at the transponder feed,

so let me know when you're driving.

We can talk further.

I'm moving.

HARPER (on phone): I understand you lost your wife.

Yeah.

Few years back.

- Cancer? - Huntington's Disease.

Oh, that's... that's awful. I'm sorry.

I appreciate that.

It's been a very long time since I've heard your voice.

- Ah. - Strange experience.

Frankly, I'd imagined you were dead.

(short chuckle) No.

I just retired.

I, uh... I read about

your son and daughter-in-law in the paper.

-I thought about reaching out, -Yeah.

but, uh, you know...

I assume that you can see the tail by now, right?

As far as I can tell, these are specialists.

They're supposed to be very good,

so I'd keep my distance.

Now, let me tell you where I am. I'm watching about

a half a dozen high-end contract operators

fail at blending into Caledonia County Airfield,

loitering around their chartered jet.

Their op is not to kill you.

It's to retrieve you

and put you on that plane.

No one will tell me where's it's headed or why,

but as I sit here imagining nightmare scenarios,

I'm aware that, with a full tank of gas,

that plane can be in Kabul tomorrow afternoon

without touching the ground.

The nightmare scenario is that Faraz Hamzad

wants to see you again, and he convinced

someone in the U. S. government to make that happen.

Why are you telling me this? Why are you warning me?

Because the scenario is a nightmare for you,

but it's pretty shitty for me, too.

This story comes back to life, and I'm gonna have to answer

for some things that were dead and buried

in the ground yesterday.

Right now, I'm willing to aid and abet your escape

to prevent that.

Now, I know you well enough to know

you're building a list of options.

Pretty soon you're gonna realize there are only two.

Number one, you engage.

Go to ground, figure out how to fight back.

You go through that door, and I'm here to tell you

it's gonna end badly,

because the first thing that's gonna happen is

this will become my operation,

and I'm gonna have to put you down.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Don't.

Just don't.

The transponder under the car.

You left a silencer on a guy

you tried to pass off as a burglar.

You aren't the guy you remember.

I doubt I'd even recognize you if I saw you right now.

Some days, I don't recognize myself,

but I've got 10,000 agents and a ten billion-dollar budget

to make up for whatever I've lost.

What have you got?

Mm. Maybe I have a story worth telling.

Different time now than it was then.

Maybe now I'm not the one

who comes off looking like the bad guy,

and your life gets complicated.

You're not gonna do that.

Oh, really? Why?

Because she's in this now.

Whatever name you gave her...

wherever you put her because you thought she'd be safe...

Your daughter is about to be a part of this.

And I'm telling you, if you go through door number one,

I'm gonna use her to get to you.

You're about to drive this to a place you're not gonna like

- when we get there. - You think

I like any of this?

And I'm not driving it from the beginning.

It's been your choices that have brought us here.

That brings us to door number two.

Door number two is...

you disappear.

Mm. Yeah, I did that last time.

No. Not like last time.

This time, you walk out that door

the same way you walked in the first one.

Alone.

What's gonna happen is

I'm gonna find your daughter

and I'm gonna tell my people,

"This is the only thread that connects him to the world,

the only piece of him that we have a hold on."

"So let's just sit," I'll say, "and watch her and wait,

and eventually he'll call."

And you never will.

No. No, no.

Harold...

-If you do call, -Harold.

if you reach out to her in any way,

there will be agents at her door in minutes.

They'll question her.

I-If she knows about crimes you've committed,

she's going to jail.

It could get worse from there.

You disappear.

She lives her life.

And this story goes back into the ground where I left it.

Fuck you.

You got 30 good years with her.

That's 30 more than it could've been,

and you get to say goodbye to her.

That's not something that's guaranteed.

Trust me.

As long as you stay away,

she'll never even know I'm there.

From where I sit, that sounds like

a pretty good outcome for all of us.

I gave you a head start. Take it.

Lose the tail. Disappear.

You and I both get to spend whatever years we have left

on this earth pretending we never knew each other.

And that none of this ever happened.

(hangs up)

- (helicopter blades whirring) - (indistinct radio chatter)

He's on the move.

Yeah, I can see that.

Just minutes before we arrived on target, too.

That's unfortunate.

You were just on the phone out there, yeah?

Yes, I was.

May I ask who it was you were talking to?

No, you may not.

Son, do you know what my position is at the FBI?

Yes, sir.

Do you think I was appointed to that position

because I'm someone it's safe to fuck with?

- No, sir. - Then quit staring at me,

before I start getting the idea I'm being fucked with.

Deal?

Yeah.

(beep)

(line ringing)

EMILY: Hello?

- Hey, it's me. - Hey. Are you okay?

- I thought we were offline for a while. - Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

Listen, uh...

We never talked about this...

before, this, uh,

this eventuality, because, well...

I never honestly thought we'd ever have to,

but, uh...

(sighs) Shit.

Dad, wh... wh-what are you talking about?

I've got to go away, sweetheart.

- Yeah. No. - Well, y-you said that before.

- Yeah. - I don't understand.

- Away. Away, away. - What's changed?

For good.

You and I, we're not gonna be able to talk again.

Not for a long time.

Well, maybe not at all.

Why?

Oh, I thought I'd covered the tracks.

You know, I thought that you were insulated,

no matter what happened to me.

Even if I had to move again, at least you'd be safe.

But I don't think I can be in your life,

not even as a voice on a phone, and keep you safe now.

(sighs)

But may... well, maybe this is

where this was always headed, you know?

Maybe this was...

...this was it. This...

being able to say goodbye on our own terms.

Yeah, maybe that's what this was always about.

(sighs) I'm sorry.

Remember that I love you.

That I'll always love you, but I think I got to go now.

Em?

Emily?

It'd help if I could hear you say goodbye.

(exhales)

Em?

Fuck that.

Excuse me?

I believe that things have taken a turn.

I believe that the way forward is more dangerous

than it was yesterday, but I do not believe

- that there is nothing else you can do about it but run.

- I... I-I don't...

I don't have time to argue this, Emily.

You're gonna have to take my word for it.

- What are you afraid of? - What am I afraid of?

You heard me.

I'm afraid someone's gonna find you,

torture you and kill you to get to me.

- They frightened you with that? - I don't know,

that sounds pretty goddamn frightening to me, Emily.

Well, then frighten them back.

You've told me what you used to do.

- I mean, you've told me what you're capable of.

- I... I told you

some of what I used to do.

I wanted you to come home from school at the end of the day.

If I'd told you everything I used to do,

I'm not sure you would've wanted to.

You don't know how ugly these things can get

when they get ugly, Em.

You have no idea what I did, who I was,

and at this point in my life, I want to keep it that way.

Who do you think I am?

- Who do you think raised me? - And you...

- Why would you think I can't handle ugly things?

- Emily.

You have no idea what it's like to watch somebody you love

become somebody you can't.

There are things that you can't unknow, Em.

You can't unsee.

And I will not have that be

the way you remember me when I'm gone.

I just won't.

- I'm out of time, sweetheart. - N-No.

Don't-don't make this about me,

'cause I'm-I'm not afraid to know you.

I'm s... I'm sorry, but I got to go.

I don't have time to argue this.

No. Don't-don't you hang up this phone.

Don't you give up on me.

- I love you, Emily. - No, Daddy, don't... - (hangs up)

(sighs)

(engine revs)

♪ ♪

AGENT: Do you still have contact?

MAN (over comm): Standby, please.

MAN 2: He's headed off the main road,

an access road, maybe.

About 80 yards.

He's stopped.

200 yards ahead.

Do you have a visual?

MAN: Negative. I don't see...

Wait.

WATERS: (sighs) Shit.

Have them sweep the area.

- He can't have gotten far. - AGENT: Copy.

You have an opinion, sir?

My opinion is that you missed him twice.

You're never gonna see that man again.

AGENT (over comm): Sweep the area, scan for tracks.

- Anything we can find. - Yep.

(scoffs)

What?

We just got shook by a senior citizen.

I got to imagine we're gonna hear...

♪ ♪

(man grunting)

- (footsteps approaching) - (gunshot)

(both grunting)

(groans)

(Chase wheezing)

Come here.

- Come here. - (groans)

(both grunting)

(cries out)

Oh! Oh!

Aah!

(grunts)

(groans)

(groaning, panting)

Oh! Oh...

(grunts)

(groaning)

(Chase coughing)

(grunting)

(panting)

(coughs)

(groaning)

(wheezing)

(groans)

Man, who the hell are you?

(whistles)

(dogs barking)

(both groaning)

(barking continues)

(engine starts)

(phone rings)

Yeah.

MAN 2: I have him. En route.

(sighs) Copy that. ETA?

0100, give or take.

Reynolds is dead.

I couldn't retrieve the body at the scene.

Yeah.

- (panting) - But the target is in hand.

The situation is under control.

(groans)

I'm sending you exact GPS for the target's vehicle

and Reynolds' body.

(grunting softly)

Check in every 15. Out.

- Fuck you looking at? - (shouts)

(debris clattering)

(wheezing)

(groans)

(panting)

(coughs)

(groaning)

(panting)

(both grunting)

Aah! Fuck.

(groans)

(straining)

Oh! Oh, fuck.

Ow.

Oh...

(panting)

Fuck you, old man.

Try that shit again.

Fass.

(snarling)

Huh? No.

- (barking) - No. No! (grunting)

(groaning)

(chuckles, groans)

(chuckles, sighs)

♪ ♪

(phone rings)

CHASE: Is he there?

Harper.

It's for you.

Yeah?

That's three.

Any more you send at me,

I'm sending back in bags.

Anyone you send at my kid,

I'm sending back in pieces.

Do you recognize me now?

Who the hell is this guy?

Sir, what am I dealing with here?

(dialing)

Hey.

It's your dad.

♪ Turn from the cold ♪

♪ And away from me ♪

♪ These hands are old ♪

♪ Weren't ever supposed to be ♪

♪ Sing out the prayer ♪

♪ That never made a sound ♪

♪ It falls like the long ♪

♪ And winding stair ♪

♪ Through the air ♪

♪ Into the dead ground ♪

♪ If you move close ♪

♪ Then I'll move on ♪

♪ I'll become your ghost ♪

♪ And you will become ♪

♪ My lost son ♪

♪ No story ends ♪

♪ They all come back around ♪

♪ They speak like you ♪

♪ And know your name ♪

♪ Stand again ♪

♪ From the dead ground. ♪

(rooster calls)

Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH