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What in the name of little
billy goats are you doing?

I woke up early and
I couldn't go back to sleep,

so I started
reading your novel.

Hold on.
I'm almost finished.

Well, I-I on the other hand
am nowhere near finished.

Um, you know,
several early scenes

lack context intentionally,

which will be made clear
in the subsequent

and as-of-now-unwritten
chapters--

Shh!

I'm merely just trying to retroactively

manage your expectations
is all.

I love it.

And I'm really
proud of you.

Oh.

Oh, I'm gonna be
late for work.

You know, uh, I was thinking
about you yesterday

while I was getting
my knives sharpened, and--

Should I
be alarmed here?

Uh, no.
The thought which sprang to mind

was decidedly
not homicidal.

At any rate,
this particular cutler

also happens
to be a key cutter.

I want to very much see
more of you.

And with your job taking up
so much of your time as of late,

I just figured this might
make things a little bit easier.

In case it is not clear,
it is a key to my apartment.

Stephanie,

I love you.

I love you, too.

So, things went well?

Well, to put it bluntly,

I'm meeting her
for ice cream at 17:30,

and I'm still uncertain
as to my follow-up move.

But I can recognize that
what transpired

was a positive outcome.

I have so little
frame of reference,

I cannot hold it conceivable
what comes next.

Do you love her?

A strong affirmative.

And she has said
that she reciprocates.

Then relax.

I'm serious.

When a woman tells you
that she loves you,

believe her.

Stephanie.
It's Eugene.

Are you there?

Stephanie!

Stephanie!

Stephanie, it's Eugene.

Are you there?

Stephanie!

It's Eugene.

Are you in there, Stephanie?

Looks good.
Put it to bed.

Hold on.

She says
it doesn't look good.

Yeah, I got that one.

"Trooper Davis has a story
to tell.

He wouldn't risk
getting kicked out

of Commonwealth
for no reason."

That's right.
He didn't.

We have a statement
from his doctors

backing up
his PTSD claim.

"Come on.

I don't trust the military
doctors any more

than I trust
the military command.

Something happened
to Tyler Davis.

Something that he blames
Governor Milton for.

Something worth confronting her
in public over.

And they clearly have a reason
for suppressing the truth."

That's one interpretation.

The other is that Tyler Davis
had a mental-health crisis.

And only one of
those interpretations

has the facts
to support it.

"He spoke of thousands
more like him.

What does that mean?

We should be--"

"We should be printing
what really happened

at the masquerade ball.

But, instead, you want
to paraphrase

what Governor Milton said
in her press release."

No, Connie.

I want you
to paraphrase

Governor Milton's
press release

so that the next time,
I don't have to.

Well, if no one's seen her
and no one's talked to her,

how can she have
called in sick?

I never said she did.

All I know is,
I was told to be here

because
she didn't show up.

You mind?

This is a private room.

"Tyler Davis--
does he have a lawyer?

What are the charges
against him?"

This is C.A.

We've been asked to perform
a wellness check.

Please open the door.

She's not there.

Then I'd like to make
a statement immediately,

recount the details of her
last-knowns on the record now

while this is still
fresh in my mind.

Sure.
Come down to the station.

I'll help you fill out
the paperwork.

How often do you
take trips like this?

Not as often
as I'd like.

This probably sounds crazy,
but I feel like

I'm better out here
than I am in the city.

It doesn't sound crazy
at all.

A lot of my people
feel that way, too.

You still see this
as your people and my people.

I want you to see
how this place works,

because I want you
to be a part of it.

I've done fairly well,
all things considered,

but let's just say
I didn't start out on the top.

Is that where
you are now?

Hardly.

Governor Milton
runs the city.

But I know how it runs.

Because you started out
at the bottom.

I proved myself to the Milton
family a long time ago.

If you're in with
the right people, Carol,

the sky's the limit.

And one of the things you learn
as you're climbing your way up

is that there are two types
of people in any organization.

On the one hand,
you've got the mercenaries.

They're in it for the money
and whatever psychological itch

their position
allows them to scratch.

And on the other,
you have the patriots,

the true believers,
the ones who want to do good.

And whether they are or not
might be up to debate,

but in their hearts,
they're there

because they believe
in the organization.

Is that why I'm here?

You want to make
a true believer out of me?

I read your file.

You're here
because you're smart.

I think you'll be
able to help me

deal with this asshole.

What you get out of it
is up to you.

What are we?

Drug dealers
or smugglers?

We're smugglers.

But it's not
what you think.

This place is not exactly
a part of the Commonwealth,

but they need us,
and we need them.

We use the poppies to make
opium for the hospital.

Things will start looking pretty
bleak there if we run out.

I make sure
that doesn't happen.

But, sometimes, that means
dealing with guys like Moto.

I told you
what was gonna happen.

And I asked you
to manage it.

I talked him into processing
this last batch.

Best I could do.

I told you they're gonna
hold the harvest hostage.

They want a raise.

They swear they'll let it
rot without one.

Well,
let's see what we can do.

Hey.

We're with
the Tribune.

You're in number 2.

Yeah, he said wait
for recon to burn.

Alright.

Man #2: Alright,
let's march it down.

Man #3: There's still some room
over here.

Man #4: Let me know
when we're ready.

Alright.

Let's roll.

Hey.

I haven't
seen you around.

How are you holding up?

I'm functioning within
to-be-expected parameters.

Yeah, no,
I can see that.

Uh,
so can you let me in?

I brought lasagna.

This is an empty dish.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

I didn't make lasagna.

People just always have to let
you in if you're carrying food.

So, what's up?

When the C.A.
gave up the search,

I decided to investigate

Stephanie's disappearance myself.

Truth be told,
as the hours tick by

with nary a bread crumb
to be found,

I let my despair
get the best of me.

That is, until a chance
encounter put me on the trail.

Sir. Sir.

Sir, I need to talk to you.

Please,
I need to talk--

1634 Racine.

It's an apartment building
in Residential One.

Three days ago,
you were seen--

At 7:00 in the p.m., you were
seen coming down the stairs.

- I don't remember this.
- Uh, wait.

Uh, sir, sir.

Sir, please.

Someone near and dear
to me has gone missing,

and you may have seen something
that might help me find her.

Where was this?

Residential One.

Three days ago, at approximately
7:00 in the p.m.

Yeah.

At Residential One.

I remember that now.

I got called in to fix
a clogged sink.

What-- Do-- Do you
remember seeing her there?

Do you remember
seeing her there?

Or anything suspicious

in or around the premises
that night?

No.

We done?

I sincerely apologize
for having troubled you.

If there's a better time
in which we could talk--

Needless to say,
I greeted his story

with a great deal
of skepticism.

There were no city service carts
on the street that night,

nor was he wearing any sort
of identifying uniform

or carrying any tools.

I found it very peculiar

that the one person
I knew was there

the night she disappeared
happened to have

such a flimsy alibi.

So I started
following him.

So, like, what's
this plumber's deal?

To start with,
his name is Roman Calhoun.

And he is most definitely
not a plumber.

He mostly conducts
his business at night.

His base of operations
is a building

in the warehouse district,

which purports to be a purveyor
of plumbing services

and which, on the surface,
appears to be legitimate.

However, they never
receive any mail.

There's lights on at odd hours,
when they're ostensibly closed.

And while people
go in and out

with a fair degree
of regularity,

it's usually just the same
four people over and over.

They usually arrive alone
and depart shortly thereafter

and frequently meeting
in groups of two.

And on the one occasion
they were all together,

they were also
met by a fifth,

who I also believe
to be the head honcho,

the mastermind of some sort
of rogue element

within the government that
Stephanie somehow ran afoul of.

Rogue element?

Like, you think
she was kidnapped

by the government
or something?

Shortly after
I began my search,

the man who later
became known to me

as Co-Conspirator Number Two,
a.k.a. "Beanie Hat Man,"

showed up
to Stephanie's apartment

with a team of movers,
collected all her belongings,

and took them
to an unknown location.

Then, that same day,
this was found

in Stephanie's file
at Union Station.

It's a work-transfer request
signed by Stephanie

on the day
of her disappearance.

The man who filled in for her
at the radio room

that day told me
she gave no notice whatsoever.

Such orders could not be
falsified or fabricated

without direct influence
from within the halls of power.

She knew they were
coming for her.

When she eluded them,
they filed that false

work transfer to cover up
her disappearance.

They took all her belongings
to recover

any evidence
she may have gathered,

and now silencing her
is the last step

in repairing that leak.

If I'm right,

her only hope
is for me to expose them

before they find her.

Good hatches this year?

Yes, sir.

We catch enough that I can
actually just do it for fun.

It's nice when your hobby
is also an apocalypse skill.

Amen to that.

So, I can't give them
what they want,

but maybe
we can meet halfway.

They get a raise,
but they earn it.

Incentives.

Produce more,

make more.

Best I can do.

See what
you need to see?

"More than enough."

Then this is the part
where you ask me

the questions
they sent you.

"It's been a month since
former trooper Tyler Davis

has been in the hospital
under armed guard.

What is he
being charged with?"

That's not one
of the questions.

"Does it have anything to do
with the fact

that the woman he took hostage
was your sister?"

I was wondering when you were
gonna figure that out.

For the record,
the answer is,

my sister don't have
a goddamn thing to do with it.

"He was loyal,

recommended for
early promotion--

by you.

And he wound up feeling like
the military

was being manipulated
by the politicians."

"If I was you, I would be
really interested

in who I was risking
my life for."

And if I were you,
I might wonder why I'm out here

digging for answers
that we both know

will never see
the light of day.

Hey, Eugene,

it's really cool,
you know?

You doing
so much for her.

Strike that.
Reverse that.

I'm merely trying to repay
what I owe.

Mm.

I made a promise to myself
in those early days,

back when we thought this would
all blow over in a few weeks,

that if I lived
through this,

I'd pursue my dream of becoming
a science-fiction author.

I have jokingly related
that story to Stephanie

over the radio.

And she told me,

"You can't wait till after
you've lived through it,

'cause ready or not,
right now is all we've got."

She gave me the courage
to do something

I've always wanted to do,

and when someone can do that
for you, well...

...words like love
seem insufficient.

Mm.

Shit.

Let's go.

You want to break
into his apartment?

Yeah.

I don't want to get in trouble, Eugene.

I got a little job.
I got a little bed.

I might get a little cat.

This is so bad.

His Tuesday 10-mile
is ironclad.

He'll be gone
for 90 minutes.

Please.

Princess, he's the key

to cracking this
whole thing wide open.

I just know it.

Sorry we can't stay
for the fish fry.

Next time, my friend.

Yeah, deal.

Well,
what do you think?

He's robbing them.

I talked to one
of the lieutenants.

He's pocketing the money
that you give them for raises

and beating them
to keep quiet about it.

He went too far
the other night,

and that's why
they're on strike.

They'll get their money back

and the raise
I just promised them.

What about Moto?

Well, I'm not gonna go fishing
with him anymore,

that's for sure.

Take him into custody now.

Hey!
What-- What the hell?

Get your hands
off of me.

Hornsby!

You mother-pussbucket!

Hey, Eugene?

What's this guy do when it rains
on his 10-mile run?

Well, given our recent
lack of precipitation,

I've not yet
gathered that data.

Well, you have now.
He's here.

We have to
get out of here.

Count off his range.

What?

His range--
50, 40, 30.

I'm not good at that.

Just tell me
how much time I have.

Dude, I am telling you
how much time you have,

and you have no time.

I saw them
on the ladder outside.

Couldn't have
gotten that far.

Hey! There they are!
That's them!

General Mercer,
how can I help you?

Where is the patient
who was in M-33

and the soldiers
that were with him?

There's no one
in M-33.

I realize that.

I want to know what happened
to the man who was in there.

He can't be moved
without my authorization.

I'm sorry, but, apparently,
he can.

I'm truly sorry that
I manipulated you

into accompanying me on
this lame-brained misadventure.

I fully intend to make known
that you had no role

in planning my scheme and no
witting part in its execution.

Hey.

I just got back in town.

What the hell,
you two?

Well, Roman Calhoun is
exactly who he says he is.

He's a plumber at Ruby's.

They've been a little lazy
with the paperwork,

but they do have
a contract with the city.

And, according to this invoice,
Mr. Calhoun was sent

to Stephanie's building
on the night

you saw him there
to fix a sink in a work area.

But what about the kidnap kit
we found in his closet?

Those weapons
are illegal.

For you.

He's a full citizen.
He has a license.

A lot of us have go bags,

even people who have been here
for years.

I told Calhoun your story,

told him about Stephanie,

explained everything
you've been through,

the mental anguish
that it's caused you,

and he has agreed
to not press charges.

But you have to
leave him alone.

Oh, and sign that.

It states you were
emotionally distraught

and in a paranoid state

following the disappearance
of your girlfriend.

I'm sorry this didn't lead
where you thought it would.

You were wrong about Calhoun,
and you need to accept that,

because if you don't,
I'm not gonna be able to help.

I should have known.

The conspiracy goes deeper
than I initially thought.

Dude,
none of this is happening!

Stephanie
broke up with you.

That's utterly absurd.

Look, I've been thinking it,
but, you know,

what if you were right
about this Calhoun guy?

But the dude is a plumber, Euge.

You've got--
Mira.

You've got
Stephanie's work-transfer order.

Moving guys literally came
and took her furniture.

Maybe it's not
that complicated.

But the first bit of advice
you gave me was,

"When a woman tells you
she loves you, believe her."

Yeah, well, when a woman
quits her job

and moves away
without telling you,

maybe you should
believe that, too.

The day my dad
had enough,

my man just split.

And I thought
that it was because

I smoked his cigarettes.

And I never
saw him again.

So, who knows?

Maybe that was it.

I mean, you can think
you know someone

and then find out
you never even met them.

Yeah, it sucks, man.

But it happens
all the time.

I can appreciate how you might
reach that conclusion.

However, I'm privy to one piece
of data that you are not.

I know how it felt.

Okay.

Well,
it was just a theory.

Hey!

Aah!

I told you
I heard something.

I'll handle it.

You played me.

I knew.

You corroborated
Calhoun's bogus alibi,

I was certain you were involved
with covering up

Stephanie's disappearance.

But now I realize the depths
of my self-delusion,

because Occam's razor should
have led me to this conclusion

before a well-placed kick
to the belly ever did.

There was never
any Stephanie.

Who is she?

Is she an undercover agent?

A con artist
that owes you a favor?

Well,
she was very convincing.

You used her to pull
at my heartstrings

and to trick me
into telling you

everything you wanted to know
about our communities.

Well, it worked.

She led me
to the train yard,

where we were
captured by you!

You thought I wa--
you thought I was an easy mark,

the most trusting of the police,
so you--

you split off my friends
one at a time,

thinking I'd break,
but I didn't break.

Then she led me to the--
the radio room,

where we were
captured again.

Oh, and you certainly got
your money's worth there.

I actually fell
for that one twice!

She's the one that told me
I can trust you!

And I did.

She even read my book
so that she could get

any helpful
autobiographical information

that might
serve your needs!

But now that you've gotten
everything you wanted, what?!

No need to
continue the ruse?!

Is that it?!

But you didn't see
this twist.

I am gonna make
absolutely certain

that everybody knows exactly
who and what you are.

Okay.

And who or what is that, exactly?

The villain?

The boogeyman?

Or the best goddamn thing
that ever happened to you?

You're right, Eugene.

I did lie to you.

Just like you
and your friends

lied through your teeth
to get inside these walls.

No. No.

But who's keeping score, right?

So, I did what I had to do
to get you here.

And you know what? You should be
thanking me for it.

It's not my fault you people
are too stupid to know

a good thing
when it landed in your laps.

You're just--
you're just admitting it?

I fell in love, and everything
I know about her is a fiction!

Look, we tried to
rip the Band-Aid off

when we saw
it was getting serious,

and I did everything I could to
get you to stop looking for her,

but you wouldn't.

And here we are.

At least you can stop now, right?

It wasn't gonna get better
for your people, Eugene.

They were about to starve.

And now you're here

and your community
is getting fixed

and you've got everything,

from concerts
to cancer surgery.

And literally the only thing
we've ever asked of you all

in return is to be productive
members of society here

for as long
as you choose to stay.

So, tell them
whatever you want.

The statement you signed
to get out of jail

says you were suffering
from paranoia

as a result of
nervous strain.

Remember?

I mean,
look at you, Eugene.

This has obviously
taken a toll.

Am I sorry your heart
got broken?

Absolutely.

And I'm sure your friends
will be very sad

to hear about it, too.

But in the balance
of things,

I still think it worked out
in everyone's favor.

And they probably would, too.

Oh.

By the way,

Stephanie's real name
is Shira.

And she hates
Iron Maiden.

But she genuinely enjoyed
your book.

You should stick with it.

Eugene?

Are you alright?

Eugene,
I need to talk to you.

Tater Bug.

This is Blue Weevil
to Tater Bug.

Please come back.

Who are you?

It's me.

I'm the one you were talking to
on the radio.