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[Herman's Hermits,
"I'm Into Something Good"]

[wheels clattering]

- * Woke up this morning
feeling fine *

* There's something special
on my mind *

[panel beeps]

* Last night, I met a new girl
in the neighborhood *

* Whoa, yeah *

* Something tells me
I'm into something good *

- * Something tells me
I'm into something *

[panel beeps]

- * She's the kind of girl
who's not too shy *

* And I can tell
I'm her kind of guy *

[scanner beeps]

* She danced close to me
like I hoped she would *

[tense music]

- Step forward.
You know the drill.

* *

[indistinct shouting]

* *

- Secure Delta 12 cell door.

- All sensors online
for Delta 12.

[dull clank,
indistinct shouting]

Monitoring vitals
on Charlie 25.

[fan whooshing]

[metallic clank]

[elevator bell dinging]

* *

- [yawns]

Man, those sunflowers
on the wall give me the creeps.

- Everyone down there
gives me the creeps.

[engine turning over]

* *

Those double shifts are brutal.

- Any plans for the weekend?

- Yeah, I plan on
not doing anything.

- Man, I miss the single life.

* *

[rumbling]

[glass clattering]

[electricity buzzing]

[fire whooshing]

[alarm blaring]
- What's happening?

- I have no idea.
Something's not right.

Initiating security override.

- Seismic activity increasing!

All the sensors are going off!

[metallic clanking,
fire whooshes]

[rumbling continues]

[glass shattering]

[all shouting]

* *

[explosion]

- What was that?

* *

- Drive.
Drive!

Drive!

[glass shatters]

- [crunches]

[rock music playing
over radio]

- Boss catches you late again,
he's gonna fire you.

- Neil can relax.

Besides, if he fires me,
who's gonna do his job?

[laughter]

Hey, can you pull up
table four, baseball hat?

- We're watching that game.
There's nothing here.

- Oh, ye of little faith,
don't doubt

the great Bex Henderson.

- * Whoa, Black Betty,
bam-ba-lam *

* Whoa, Black Betty,
bam-ba-lam *

* Black Betty had a child,
bam-ba-lam *

- He knows the dealer.

- [chuckles]
- Look.

[camera whirs]

She is looking at every
other player when she deals.

Not him.

[camera whirs]

Ah, there it is.

She just took one
from the bottom of the deck.

[radio beeps]

Hey, can we get security,
table four?

- And I guess that's why
we have an ex-FBI

profiler on the team.

- I'm gonna need both of you
to come with us.

- * Whoa, Black Betty,
bam-ba-lam *

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Whoa, what's this?

- We being raided?

- * Whoa, Black Betty,
bam-ba-lam *

* Whoa, Black Betty,
bam-ba-lam *

[slot machine warbling]

- They're here for me.

So does this mean I'm back in?

- No.
But you wanted off the bench.

This is off the bench.

For now.

- Where am I going?

- Home to pack.

Plane leaves in an hour.

[phone buzzes]

- Hey, Sam.

- You have got to hear this.

Do you remember
that poli-sci seminar?

- You got in?
- I got in.

Well, I need to move my
schedule around a little, but--

wait, why aren't you at work?

I don't hear any slot machines.

- There has been
a change of plans.

- Is everything OK?

Tell me that cute doctor
from down the street

finally asked you out.

- [laughs] Yeah, no,

I forgot to tell you,
we're eloping to Paris.

I'm actually on the plane
with him right now.

- Funny.

But honestly,

he would run away with you
in a heartbeat.

I've seen the way
he looks at you.

- Hey, Sam, listen,
I'm so sorry.

I know I said I was gonna
come up this weekend, but--

- You can't.

That's totally fine.

But wait, um,
what are you doing?

- Ma'am.
[indistinct shouting]

[helicopter rotors whirring]

- Attention,
all base personnel...

[indistinct PA announcement]

- Roger that.
[indistinct chatter]

- Special Agent Henderson,
welcome.

This is Jacob Hassani,
White House advisor.

Have a seat.

You have a number
of high-profile cases

on your record,
Agent Henderson.

From what I can see,
you should be running the BAU.

Instead,
you're working the day shift

at the Royal Hearts Casino.

- What can I say?
Some people fail up.

With all due respect,
Madam Attorney General,

I don't think you flew me
across the country

to talk about the trajectory
of my career,

so what is this about?

- Richard Harris.

Hell of a first case
for a young profiler, hmm?

[dramatic music]

- I was a probie at the time.
It wasn't my case.

- Yeah, your former partner,
Agent Odell, was the primary.

* *

[match strikes]

- Anything you need to know
about Agent Odell,

you can read in my file.

- I have.

Let's talk about Harris.

- Richard Harris
killed seven women.

During the arrest,
an eighth victim

was found unconscious in
the basement of the residence--

Nicole Westin.

She survived.
- And Harris?

- Executed in 2017.

- What is your professional
assessment of Richard Harris?

* *

- You want me to profile
a dead serial killer?

* *

OK.

* *

Richard Harris was the product
of intense physical

and emotional abuse
from his mother.

She would lock him in the
basement in complete darkness

for days at a time.

As an adult, he would
revisit that trauma

by finding women
that he viewed

as a surrogate
for his own mother.

He would abduct them,
sedate them,

and inject ammonia sulfite
into their eyes.

He would blind them, plunging
them into the same darkness

that he experienced as a child.

Richard Harris
was this intelligent,

narcissistic psychopath
who sought to fulfill

a revenge fantasy
by brutally torturing

and killing innocent women.

My question, though, is,
why the hell is the CIA

so interested
in a dead serial killer?

I mean, no offense,
but White House advisor?

You'd have a better chance
convincing me

you work at Chick-fil-A.

So, ma'am, can we please
cut the crap

and tell me
why I'm actually here?

* *

- Come with me.

I'll show you.

[helicopter rotors whirring]

Majority of our nation's
nuclear stockpile

is housed in a missile complex
right here in this valley.

Last night, there was an
explosion in one of the silos.

- What kind of explosion?
- A big one.

Most likely a gas buildup
in the cooling system.

But that's not our main concern
at the moment.

- What is?

- A nuclear missile complex
is one of the most covert

and secure locations
on the planet,

which is why,
for the last 30 years,

this one has been home
to a classified prison.

- Wait, did you say prison?

[helicopter rotors whirring]

- It's called the Pit.

It's home to the most violent
and dangerous criminals

the world has ever known.

Or at least it was
until the blast hit.

The explosion shook
the whole valley.

The blast wave hit the prison
and completely collapsed

the central structure.

Only a handful of personnel
were recovered alive,

including the warden.

He's still in surgery.

We don't anticipate
many more survivors.

Here, this is Detention
Specialist Shane Florence.

He's gonna take us inside.

Florence.

- Special Agent Bex Henderson.

You're a prison guard here?

- Until the walls came down,
yes, ma'am.

Follow me.

[machinery buzzing]

[indistinct chatter]

A lot of the structure
is still unstable,

so we got the bots inside
looking for survivors.

- Bravo Two's signal is strong.

Following Alpha One
in the breach.

Radiation levels nominal
and holding.

Alpha One has entered
no-man's-land.

- That's what's left
of the prison cells.

- How many inmates got out?

- We won't have a complete
picture for some time.

- Why some time?

What about roadblocks,
checkpoints?

- We can't do that.

- Why the hell not?

- Because...

this prison doesn't exist.

* *

[bird cawing]

[tense music]

The reason you're here,
Agent Henderson,

is because
we've only been able

to positively identify
one escapee.

- [breathing shallowly]

- Richard Harris.

His prison jumpsuit was
recovered beside the bodies

of two guards
he strangled to death,

and we need your help
to catch him

before he kills anyone else.

* *

[dramatic music]

.

[bell jingles]

[ominous music]

* *

[bird cawing]

* *

- [screaming]

- But Richard Harris is dead.

He was executed by lethal
injection eight years ago.

- That's not entirely accurate.

- Well, multiple witnesses
saw him die,

so unless the CIA is in
the resurrection business--

- I understand
you have questions.

- Who the hell thought this
place was a good idea, anyways?

- The only thing that matters
now is that we find Harris,

because he's alive
and he's out there.

Or you're welcome
to go back to profiling

drunken gamblers
at the Royal Hearts.

- Sir, facial rec got a hit.

- [screaming]

- Where is this?
- Denver.

- [screaming, grunting]

[dramatic music]

- CIA has a plane, right?

- Thank you.

- Wait, I'm coming with you.

- No.
This is not your problem.

- I've been pulling bodies
out of the rubble all night.

I'm not just gonna sit
on my hands

knowing an inmate's loose.

- Appreciate
everything you've done

for the recovery effort,
but we'll take it from here.

- Harris was on my cell block.

I've spent the last six years
down here with him,

and I know you all
know his file,

but nobody has spent more time
with him than me.

Nobody here knows him
better than me.

You want to do this quickly?

You want to do this quietly?

I can help.

* *

- You got a change of clothes?

[plane engines roaring]

No ID on the woman yet.
- What about the vehicle?

- Can't get a clear shot
of the plate.

- Hmm.

Well, they could be anywhere
by now.

[crunching]

I found these in the galley.

These are for anybody, right?

- The victim does not
fit the profile.

Every other woman
is a dead ringer for Mom.

They're all blonde.

- Well, the guy has been
locked up for a while.

Maybe he got less picky.

- No, this is too impulsive.
[sighs]

Organized killers like Harris,
they plan out every move.

The preparation,
the anticipation,

it's all part
of the process, right?

This is broad daylight.

This is new behavior,
which means

he's either escalating, or--

- Or he abducted her
for another reason.

- Yeah, exactly.
But why?

- Well, job one
is figuring out who she is.

We find her, we find him.

* *

- Harris used to say
the girls he took were gifts.

* *

- According to his file,
there's nothing to indicate

that Harris was motivated
by anything other

than a revenge fantasy.

But maybe "gifts"
was the term he used

for the gratification
he felt torturing the victims.

- Oof.

You know, when, uh--
when the blast went off,

I was in the locker room
getting ready for my shift.

And the first thing I saw
when I managed to get out

was the body of another guard.

I saw what they did to him.

- Is that why you stayed?

* *

- It was my watch.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Captain.

Hassani, DOD.

We're looking for a suspect who
may have moved through here.

- DOD, is that right?

Guess you forgot to call.

- Yeah, it's a fluid situation.

- Right.

Well, we got a college girl,
Corinne Mathis.

She just got snatched up.

We're heading over
to the residence,

y'all want to tag along.

- He's not going
back to her place.

- Why not?
He's on the run.

He needs a place
to catch his breath, right?

- No, college students
have roommates.

Harris wouldn't risk that.

He already had a plan
when he took her.

- Listen, unless you
got a better idea,

I can't run the risk
of having some local cops

get to Harris before we do.

We got to go.

- Harris abducted her
from this place on purpose,

and it wasn't to take her home.

[siren wailing]

- Can't let them
get there ahead of us.

We have to keep a lid on this.

- He won't be there, but go.

- Call us if you find anything.

[tires squealing]

[siren wailing]

[tense music]

- Authorities
are currently investigating

a suspected
ecoterrorist bombing

that took place earlier today
in the hills

outside of Cheyenne, Wyoming.

- Hi.
- Just a coffee, please.

Hey, do you know
those guys looking at me?

- Yeah, they're here
every weekend.

- Mm.

How do they tip?

- Like it's the 1930s.
- [laughs]

Thank you.

Yeah, I used to work
at a diner,

and I had regulars like that.

They give a lot more advice
than tips, don't they?

- [chuckles]

- They do like to talk, though.

- Mm-hmm.

How about Corinne?
Did she like to talk?

- I didn't see anything.

I already told
the other police that.

- I know, but you knew her.

Look, any detail, no matter
how small, would be helpful.

Did she come in here a lot?

- Most days.

She's always studying.

She wants to be a veterinarian.

- She's studying to be a vet?

- Yeah, she, uh,
works part-time

at the animal hospital.

[tense music]

* *

- Corinne Mathis works
at an animal hospital

three blocks away
from the diner.

Harris is after sedatives.

That's where he took her.

* *

[ominous music]

* *

- [slurping]

[sighs]

[door clatters, bangs shut]

- [muffled whimpering]

* *

.

[tense music]

- [panting]

* *

[suspenseful music]

* *

[cages clattering]

[dog yelps]

[dogs whining, panting]

* *

- [muffled grunting]

[spray hissing]

- [panting, grunting]

[cages clatter]

[dog barking]

* *

[grunting]
- [groaning]

[cart clatters]

- [grunting]

[dogs barking]

[high-pitched ringing]

- [muffled crying]

- [groans]

[panting, grunting]

- Bex, don't shoot!
Don't shoot. It's us.

Hey, are you OK?

- Where'd he go?

Where is he?
- Where is she?

[dog barking]

Where is she?

Where is she?

If he doesn't talk,
the girl dies.

- We need to get on the radio
and call for a search team.

- It's 12 degrees outside.
We're in the middle of nowhere.

By the time
a search team gets here,

she's gonna freeze to death.

- We're not gonna
let that happen.

They will find her, OK?

* *

Oliver.

- Make the call.

* *

[door clicks open]

[wind whistling]

[lock clanks]

* *

[person screaming]

- You OK?

- I should have had him.

- Well, you saved Corrine.

- Yeah, and now he has
exactly what he needs

to torture the next one.

* *

[bell chimes]

* *

[bird cawing]

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

[indistinct radio chatter]

* *

[phone rings]

* *

- How are the eyes?

- Hey, if we're gonna
get ahead of Harris,

I need to know exactly
who he is now, today.

Not who he was, OK?

I need doctor reports,
prison files, whatever you have.

- You saw the prison.
Everything is under rubble.

- What about the recordings?

- What, uh, recordings?

- The therapy sessions
with the inmates.

They're filmed
and digitally archived.

- How do you feel
you're responding

to the therapy we're doing?

- Never leave
a thing unfinished.

That's what Mother
used to tell me.

No matter where I set
the needle down,

I can always pick right
back up where I left off.

See, I can always finish.

[eerie music]

* *

I stitched her eyes closed,
you know.

* *

Isn't it beautiful?

Might be my best one yet.

[chuckles]

- What are we supposed
to learn from this,

that Harris is gonna murder
a Joann Fabrics?

He's clearly out of his mind.

- Shane,
have you seen that before?

- The nightmare pillow?

- No, that flower.

- Yeah.
Yeah, he drew that everywhere.

It was all over his cell.

- Kind of like that?

[tense music]

- Never leave
a thing unfinished.

- He's going after
the one that got away.

* *

He's going after Nicole Westin.

.

[plane engines roaring]

[dramatic music]

- You know, being
with these inmates every day,

clocking in, clocking out, uh,

it's easy to forget the things
that they have done.

[scoffs]
Then I see something like this.

[sighs]

So, uh, when did you decide
you wanted to hunt

serial killers for a living?
- [chuckles]

15.

- As in years old?

Wow, OK, so I guess
you were the--

the cool kid
in high school, huh?

- [laughs]

* *

It was the summer
of my sophomore year,

and there had been a series
of killings in the town over.

12 girls.

My dad was the sheriff
at the time,

so I would stay up late
listening to him

on the phone with the FBI,

writing my own little notes
in an evidence book.

It was a small town,
though, so people

were actually pretty scared.

But my best friend--
her dad,

he seemed, um, just a little
too interested in it.

He was always asking me
what the police had heard,

if they had any suspects.

So one night,
I was sleeping over,

and I thought,
hey, I'm gonna play detective.

'Cause couldn't possibly
be him, right?

When everyone was asleep,
I went into the garage, and...

I found a rope in a drawer,

tied in a strange knot,
and I recognized it immediately

'cause I had seen
the exact same thing

in a crime scene photo
in my dad's office.

And I knew right then
it was him.

- So you caught
a serial killer at 15?

- Yeah, just your regular
neighborhood Nancy Drew, right?

But I knew then
that's what I wanted to do.

- Well, I thought you
were gonna, I don't know,

say something
about a job fair or--

- [laughs] Yeah?

Is that how you got
recruited to the Pit,

a booth at a job fair?

- Oh, yeah, sure,
right next to one

for exciting careers
in telemarketing.

- [laughs]

- No, I was recruited
from the military.

Um, truthfully, I just--

I took the job to be
closer to--to family.

But I had no idea what I was
getting myself into.

[tense music]

- Hey, listen.

I get the security concerns,
but I can only think

of a couple reasons
why they would fake

the execution of the world's
worst killers,

and none of them are good.

- How much
has Hassani told you?

- Yeah, not enough.

- OK, look, the truth is,
I wasn't allowed off D block.

I didn't know the names
of the other guards.

I never met the warden.

I didn't even know
how many inmates there were

in the rest of the prison.

They kept everything
and everyone very siloed.

But I--I saw some stuff.

They did things to the inmates.

- What things?
- I don't know.

Some kind of, uh, experiments.

* *

- All right,
gather your things.

We, uh, touch down in five.

- Copy that.
[clears throat]

* *

- Read you were stationed
in Afghanistan.

- Yes, sir.
More than once.

- Yeah, I ran some
bag and grab ops out of Kabul.

Got tight with some
of the soldiers there.

Really good men.

I always knew
I could count on them.

- Is there something
you want to ask me?

- Look, she's great.

Very smart, very capable.

There's a reason she's here.

There's also a reason
I allowed you to be here.

Push comes to shove,
keeping the Pit

a secret always comes first.

Understood?

[gravel crunching]

[car doors slamming]

* *

- Nicole Westin?

- A Richard Harris copycat?

I--I don't understand.
What does that mean?

Has he killed people?

- Yes, and we have
every reason to believe

you're his next target.

- I want to talk
to Oliver Odell.

He's the one who caught Harris.
- He's not available.

* *

- Ms. Westin, I can assure you
that we are just as qualified--

- OK, you know, no offense,

but I don't know
any of you people.

I trust Oliver.
He's the one who saved me.

- I was there that night
when Oliver found you.

I watched him carry you
out of that house.

[dramatic music]

- You were there?

- It was my first case,
and I'll never ever forget

what Harris did to you,
to those women.

So I understand the questions
that you have, Nicole,

however, Agent Odell
left the bureau

but not before training me.

Look, I can't imagine
what it must be like

to hear Harris' name
after all these years,

to go through everything
that you went through.

But you can trust us.
You can trust me.

* *

- OK.

But I mean, what can I do?

Do you want to put me
in protective custody?

- Actually, we were hoping
you'd help us lure him in.

- Are you insane?

Do you know what Harris
did to that woman?

We're not gonna
use her as bait.

- Our priority
is catching Harris,

and you'd better
get comfortable with that.

- Oh, I'll get comfortable
when you explain

what it is
that we're actually doing,

because the Pit
wasn't just a prison.

What are you hiding?

Why were they pumping Harris
full of drugs in that video?

- If you repeat any
of what I'm about to tell you,

you'll be breaking
so many federal laws,

they won't even bother
with a trial.

You understand?

[sighs]

You ever wonder why the number
of prolific serial killers

has dropped so significantly
in the past few decades--

no Ted Bundys,
no Zodiac Killers?

- I don't know,
good police work.

- Because we catch them
before they become Ted Bundy.

Everything we understand
about psychopaths,

all of the theories you FBI
profilers use to catch serials

comes from the work
done at the Pit.

- You mean the experiments
done at the Pit.

- The work has made
our country safer.

- Right.

- Look, I understand
your frustration.

There are some things
I just can't tell you.

That place has done
a lot more good than bad.

Some of the inmates
have actually gotten better.

- And the rest?

[scoffs]

Congratulations,
you've done the impossible

and made the world's
worst serial killers

even more dangerous.

- Uh, guys.

- I want to help.

So whatever you need me to do,
I'm in.

.

- I see headlights.
- It's not the copycat.

Keep your eyes peeled.

[tense music]

- Hey, it's almost over, OK?

You're doing great.

- I thought I was done
with all this a long time ago,

but here I am.

- Nicole, look at me.

You're not alone this time.

We're gonna keep you safe,
I promise.

- Do you know
I was actually supposed to be

on a date tonight?

[laughs]
I mean, it's all right.

It wasn't love or anything.

I just--it's just taken me
a long time to get out there.

I have a hard time
trusting people.

I wonder why.

[inhales shakily]

- I'm sorry that you're
going through this.

Hey, listen, if your date
doesn't understand,

I could, um--
I could pay him a visit...

with or without
the tactical team.

- [laughs]

I mean, truthfully,
I think I've only

ever been in love
once in my life,

and it did not end well.

* *

If only we could choose
the people we fall for.

- Oh, come on.

Where's the fun in that?
[chuckles]

[crickets chirping]

[suspenseful music]

* *

Hey, Nicole, he's here.

You got this, OK?

* *

Hey, keep her out of sight.

* *

Where is he?
Do you see him?

- I lost him.

* *

- [breathing heavily]

* *

- Wait, who is this sicko,
anyway?

- Shh, shh.

- How many women
has he killed?

- Nicole.
- Does he blind them too?

- Nicole, we have to be quiet.
- [whimpers]

[footsteps tapping]

* *

[floorboards creaking]

* *

[footsteps tapping slowly]

* *

[door clicks open]

* *

- Nicole.

Nicole.

* *

[door creaks, slams]

- FBI!
- Whoa, whoa.

Hold it right there!
Freeze!

- [screaming]
- No!

* *

[grunts]

It's you!

- Richard, put the knife down.
- Back off.

Back away!
- Put the knife down!

- No, no, no, no, no.

You ruined everything.

- Drop it.
Drop it!

- What is happening?

- Can't know the hell I've been
through to get back to you.

Hey, hey!
Stay back!

- Rich, it's over.

- You.
I should have known.

You know
I'll never go back there.

- [screams]
Help me!

- Nicole, it's gonna be OK.
- Just let her go.

I don't want
to have to shoot you.

- I'm already a dead man,
remember?

- [gasps]

- They tell you
what they did to us, huh?

- Let her go,
and we can talk about this.

You can tell me everything.

- Tell them what they did.

Tell them about the--

[gunshot]
- [shrieks]

[sobbing]

- Get her out of here.

- Come with me.
It's all right.

[dramatic music]

* *

[camera shutter clicking]

- Hey.

They spotted Harris' vehicle
down the road.

We're gonna head over,
clean it up, leave no trace.

- What about Nicole?

How you gonna explain this
to her?

- I'm not.
You are.

It's you or me,
and she trusts you.

- What do you want me
to say to her?

- Whatever keeps her quiet.

Tell her whatever you want.

- As long as it's not
the truth, right?

- Hey, I told you
to get comfortable with this.

* *

[burner clicking,
fire whooshes]

* *

- Nicole, are you sure
you don't want to relax?

- Oh, I'm fine.

Really.

Chamomile?
- Great, thank you.

* *

- Any trace of Harris
needs to go.

- Copy.

[dull thumping]
Whoa, hey, hey.

You hear that?

- Nicole, I--I know you
must have a lot of questions,

and I'll do my best to answer--

- What kind of unit
are you all a part of?

- Uh, what kind of unit?
- Well, yeah.

Richard Harris was supposed
to be dead, right?

I mean, I was at his execution.

So are you all a part of some
super-secret hush-hush thing?

[dull thumping]

* *

- [muffled screaming]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

OK, OK, OK.
Calm down.

We got you.
We got you.

- Hey, it's OK.
[phone buzzes]

- I'm so sorry.
Give me one second.

- Yeah.
- Hey, Hassani, what's up?

- We found another girl
in the trunk of Harris' car,

gagged and bound,
and she fits the profile.

- He brought a victim with him?
That doesn't make any sense.

- Why would he bring her
with him to come kill Nicole?

* *

Bex?

Bex, what's going on here?

- [exhales heavily]

Harris told Shane
that the girls were gifts.

- What?
What does that mean?

Gifts for who?

- For her.

[teakettle whistling]

- Tea's ready.

.

[tense music]

- Remember what you
told me, Nicole?

About how you'd only been
in love once?

- Mm.

- If only we could choose
who we fall for.

- Where's the fun in that?

* *

You know, the police,
they never understood

how Richard was able to get
all those girls to trust him.

- It's easier to trust
a strange man

when there's a woman
beside him.

You killed those girls
together.

The night that Harris
was arrested,

you knew that the FBI
was onto you

and that you wouldn't get away,
so you both pretended

that you were a victim,
and he took the fall.

- Do you know what the truest
act of love is?

Sacrifice.

You know, Richard, he was
just such a scared little boy

when I met him.

[teakettle whistling]

I helped him become something.

I taught him
how to tie the girls down,

how to block out their screams.

I made him into the monster

that the whole world
was afraid of.

- Nicole, I'm gonna need you

to step away
from the counter, OK?

- Because of you, I've had to
watch my true love die twice.

[teakettle clatters]

[gunshot]

[groaning]

* *

- [panting]

[water sloshing]

* *

- [screaming]

You're out of your mind!

You can't do this!

[screams]
[static crackles]

* *

[wind whistling]
[door rattling]

[banging]

- Oliver!
- Where is she?

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Where is she?

- Oliver!

- I don't know.

- Odell!

[fire roaring]

- [coughs]

Wait!
- Oliver!

- Wait, wait!

Please!

I'll tell you!

I have a place, a little
fishing shack down by the lake,

two miles east.

That's where the girl is.

Put it out!
Put it out!

[screams]

[dramatic music]

* *

- You know, we don't get
a lot of second chances

in our line of work.

Must feel good
finishing a case

you started
all those years ago.

I mean, Odell missed
Nicole Westin entirely.

- She was a convincing liar.

Most psychopaths usually are.

- You two still talk,
you and Odell?

- No.

Last I heard, he was overseas.

We worked together
for a long time,

but after he crossed that line,
there was no going back.

- But you saved the girl.

* *

- Samantha!

[panting]

* *

- And then she became
your daughter.

- Yeah.
She had no one.

Sam was this 13-year-old girl
all on her own,

going through
that kind of hell.

And now she's this smart,
amazing young woman.

Adopting her was
the best thing I ever did.

* *

No, I'm OK.

How about you?
How's your daughter?

That was her on the phone,
wasn't it?

- What makes you say that?

- You silenced a couple
phone calls earlier,

which means they probably
weren't work-related,

and they were right around
bedtime in D.C.

Plus you were hanging on
to that little bird

while you were on the phone,

so I'm gonna assume
that was for her.

- Why a daughter?

Maybe I have a son.

- I'm sure you do.

I'd guess even more
than one, actually.

There's something about chasing
killers like Harris,

what he did to those girls.

When you have a daughter
at home, it's different.

* *

- Her name is Wren.

She likes to collect
little birds and things.

And we have three sons.

* *

I spent a decade chasing
terrorists and traffickers.

I know how to deal with evil.

I've been up close to it.

But that was--
- Overseas.

This is where our kids live.

* *

- Speaking of your career,

you weren't made
to be on the sidelines, Bex.

I spoke to the AG.

There are gonna be
some more inmates to find.

- How many?

- A lot.

You wanted back in.

This is back in.

* *

[plane engines roaring]

- Ma'am, please come with me.

- Uh, what is this about?

- The warden
just got out of surgery.

He's asking for you.

* *

[indistinct chatter,
phones ringing]

* *

[tense music]

- Hello, Bex.

* *

- Oliver.

- I hear you had quite a day.

* *

[door clicks shut]
- You're the warden?

- You know,
before I went into surgery,

I told the AG if she wanted
to find Harris,

she needed to call in the best.

Seems I was right.

- How are you here?

- I was recruited
for the job after...

what happened.

How is Sam, by the way?

Hear she's in college now.

That's great that she's doing--

- Stop. No, no.

* *

You don't get to do that.

You don't get to act
like this is

some normal catch-up, Oliver.

You killed that man.

- No, I saved her.

* *

She's your daughter, Bex.

I thought maybe you would have
stopped blaming me by now.

- I don't blame you
for what you did to save Sam.

I know that if we had
done things my way,

if we had waited
for that search party,

she would have died
in that shack,

and I've had to carry that
with me every single day

for the last five years.

But you could have
put out the fire.

You didn't need
to kill him, Oliver.

That is not
who I thought you were.

* *

- Well, I didn't bring you here
to rehash old wounds.

* *

You're still the best agent
I've ever worked with.

[sighs]

And right now, I need
someone that I can trust,

someone who can help
catch all the inmates

who made it out alive.

- All right, good to go.

Close her up.
- Yes, sir.

- I've seen
the list of killers

who are unaccounted for.

There are more than they
are willing to admit,

and they will do anything
to cover up

what really happened,

to keep the truth
from being exposed.

The blast that collapsed
the Pit was no accident.

It was a jailbreak.

Someone wanted those killers
back out in the world.

* *

[dramatic music]

* *