.
[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!
[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?
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]
* *