- Previously on "The Hunting Party"...
- Dr. Dulles, you have a visitor.
- Your father is the only one who can tell me
who my biological parents really are.
- There was a breach at Silo 12.
- We need to see Silo 12.
I know this drug--it's the same one they gave Richard Harris.
- We found the name of the biotech firm
that made the IV bag-- Whitmore Sciences.
That is Whitmore.
And that is AG Mallory.
- Your job is to ensure the recapture
of any and all escaped inmates from the Pit.
- I know something about the blast.
[dramatic music]
- [breathing heavily]
- Shh.
Don't look away.
This is important.
Our time together is almost over.
So tell me something.
If you could see your family one last time...
what would you say?
♪ ♪
Go on, answer me. - [whimpers]
[crying] I would tell-- tell my parents
how much I love them.
[sniffles]
- What else? - [breathing heavily]
That I'll miss them... [grunts]
And not to be sad because...
because I know they love me, too.
[inhales deeply, whimpering]
- Pay close attention now.
- [breathing heavily]
- [breathing shakily]
♪ ♪
- No! No!
No, please, please!
Aah! Please!
[screaming] - [whimpering]
[thunder rumbling]
♪ ♪
- Hello, students.
The Casper Community College Library is now closing.
Please return any borrowed material before you leave.
Thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
- Burning that midnight oil again, huh, Lily.
- Uh, sorry, Mrs. Flannery, I have a big exam coming up,
and I lost track of time...again.
Uh, I'll see you tomorrow.
[thunder booms]
[engine turning over]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
♪ ♪
[engine revving, tires squealing]
- Aah!
- [groans softly]
Shane, nice to see you again.
- Hi. - What are you drawing?
- Do you remember these sessions?
- Not when I was this young.
I remember a different office that my parents made me go to,
but...
I was a teenager, not a little kid.
- I'm going to show you some pictures,
and you tell me what you see, okay?
- That one is a bird. - A bird.
- Shane, my father was a lot of things,
but he was not a child psychologist, so...
- Why was he so interested in me?
- How about this one?
- James Whitmore sent this statement
out to Corporate last week.
- Good morning, friends and esteemed colleagues.
Yesterday we lost one of our own,
one of this company's most brilliant minds.
Dr. Michelle Elliott died in a car accident.
I don't have the words
to convey how much Michelle meant to this company
or to me personally.
- Michelle Elliott was the head of Research and Development
for Whitmore Sciences.
As we know, Whitmore supplied the Pit with medications
being used on the inmates.
- So less than a week after the blast,
Whitmore's head of R&D was killed in a freak car accident.
- That's a bit of a coincidence, don't you think?
- My wife likes to say
"coincidence is when you can't see who's pulling the strings."
She was four times over the legal limit.
Problem is, Michelle Elliott was 14 years sober.
- So Whitmore knows that there's a possibility
of them being exposed for human experimentation.
You don't think that James Whitmore
might consider the head of R&D a bit of a loose end, huh?
- I have a friend in the Sheriff's Office.
I'll see if I can get more details on her crash.
In the meantime,
we need to know more about James Whitmore.
- Let us remember Michelle's light.
[cell phone chimes, vibrates]
And carry on in her spirit. [cell phones vibrating]
- Time to go to work.
♪ ♪
- Morales just filled me in.
Witnesses in Casper, Wyoming, spotted a man running
a cyclist off the road.
Pulled her into his white-panel van before speeding away.
- White-panel van-- how original.
- Hey, so the victim's name is Lily Jacobs.
- Okay, we have anything else?
- Casper PD ran some prints they pulled off the bicycle.
- Luckily, we have an algorithm running interference,
so the locals came up empty-handed.
All hits on escapees come straight to us.
The prints belong to Tom Beecher.
♪ ♪
- What is it? What am I missing?
♪ ♪
- Um...
Tom Beecher was an old case file of mine.
He killed over a dozen women before he was finally caught.
Beecher had a highly defined behavioral pattern
structured around maximizing
his victims' psychological suffering.
He would bask in their powerlessness.
He targeted girls in their early to mid-20s.
He would, uh, keep a girl alive for days at a time
while he searched for a second victim.
Then when he finally had two women under his control,
he would torture and kill the first
in front of the second, forcing her to watch
as he suffocated her with a plastic bag.
- That's pure evil. - During their captivity,
he would call the parents of his victims.
Like the Golden State Killer, he enjoyed taunting them.
- Eh, it went further than taunting.
He would describe in detail
all the ways he was going to torture their children.
- There's something else.
This is Beecher's inmate file.
♪ ♪
- Why is it so much lighter than the other ones?
- He spent the last seven years in the medical ward,
so he wasn't receiving psychiatric treatment,
nor was he part of any studies.
- Inmates down there were usually
in end-of-life-type situations, like hospice care.
- So what was wrong with him?
- File says he had a series of strokes
shortly after his arrival to the Pit.
- How does a guy in that condition escape from the Pit
after the blast? - I don't know.
As far as we know, he's the only inmate
from the medical ward who did.
I'm going to keep digging.
- We're going to go to Lily's parents' house.
Beecher is still Beecher--he's going to contact them soon.
[indistinct chatter, telephones ringing]
♪ ♪
Hey, if, uh-- if I remember correctly,
Casper, Wyoming, is your hometown, too.
- Well, everyone's from somewhere.
♪ ♪
Uh, I'm good, Bex, really.
- Yeah...
because we're going to bring Lily Jacobs home, okay?
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
[insects chirping]
[person whimpering]
♪ ♪
- Don't worry.
I'm going to find you a friend very soon.
[crying, continues whimpering]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs...
I can't begin to imagine what you guys must be feeling.
I have a daughter, too.
She's a little younger than Lily.
All we want is to bring your daughter home safely.
- Yesterday morning, I was in the shower when Lily left.
I didn't get a chance to say I love you.
I always make a point of giving her a kiss
and a hug every morning.
- I'm sure Lily knows how much you love her.
- You said the FBI had a lead on a suspect.
So what does this person want?
A ransom? - No.
- We don't have money. - No, no, I need to be clear.
This is not about money.
This is about power and control.
This man wants you two to feel powerless.
- We already do.
How much more powerless can we feel?
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- This man is going to call you,
and he's going to say some very awful things.
Things that might be painful to hear.
- If it isn't about money, why is he going to call?
- Because he's a monster.
Sorry.
- I'm gonna have to ask you
to do the hardest thing possible,
and when he calls, I need you to answer and talk to him
and keep him on the phone as long as you possibly can.
♪ ♪
- [sobbing]
♪ ♪
- It's all my fault, really.
My car was in the shop, so she offered to lend me hers.
That's the only reason she was biking home.
- You can't think like that.
- That's the kind of person Lily is.
She'd give you the jacket off her back.
I just--If only I--
[cell phone ringing, vibrating]
[exhales sharply] - Okay.
Here we go. - Just keep him talking, okay?
[ringing, vibrating continue]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Hello?
- Hi, Mom.
- Who is this?
- You know, your daughter
is a very special young woman...
very full of life.
- What have you done with her?
- Oh, I have a lot of plans.
She and I are going to have such fun.
Well, it'll be fun for me, at least.
She's been asking for you.
Do you want to speak with her?
She's right here.
- Lily, Lily, can you hear me?
- [crying] Hello?
- [gasps] L-Lily, I'm here, baby.
- Is anyone there?
Hello? - Lily! Lily! Lily!
- Hello? Where am I?
- Why--why-- why can't she hear me?
- Don't you know, sweet child?
This is where I'm going to kill you.
[line clicks, beeping]
- [sobbing] Wait, wait--
♪ ♪
[computer beeping]
- Morales, were you able to get a location?
- Got it. He's using an unregistered cell phone.
The call pinged off of a cell tower on the east side of town.
- Can you pinpoint the location?
- Working on it.
Almost. [computer beeping]
Got him.
He's at the Brighton Motel, East 2nd Street.
[engine revving, tires squealing]
♪ ♪
[[tires screech]
- [humming]
♪ ♪
- Freeze! Get down! - Get on the bed!
- Hands behind your back! Put them on your back!
[handcuffs clicking] Beecher is in custody.
- What about Lily?
- I remember you. - Where is she?
We know you kidnapped a girl. - I left her in the bathroom.
[person whimpers]
- Lily, hold on.
- [whimpering]
- Okay. It's--it's okay. I'm with the police.
You're safe. You're safe. You're safe.
It's okay. It's okay. You're safe now.
- Bex, is Lily okay? - It's not her.
- What?
- What do you mean it's not her?
- Lily is not here. - Then where is she?
- Sit.
What did you do with the other girl?
- It's okay. We're going to get you out of here, okay?
- What the hell is all this?
♪ ♪
- Hello?
Is anyone there?
Hello?
- Lily never was on that phone call.
It was a recording. - Where am I?
- The young woman from the motel was Sofia Alonso--
24 years old, no connection to Lily,
no connection to Tom Beecher.
- She's currently at the ER with a grade 3 concussion,
but she'll make a full recovery.
- We know Beecher's victims overlap.
Was she able to tell us anything about Lily Jacobs?
- Unfortunately, no. Beecher never said a word to Sofia,
and she never saw anyone else.
- Okay, well, the van is currently being dusted
for fingerprints, and at least two match Lily's.
- And we're combing through the sticky notes.
There's nothing like directions or location for Lily anywhere.
- What about that recording found at the scene?
- Yeah, why would Beecher record that with Lily?
Just to play it to her parents? That's a new behavior, right?
- Maybe it's a trophy or memento of some kind,
his way of reliving that moment over and over again?
- A memento?
Does that mean that you think Lily's already dead?
- No, Lily is alive.
He abducted Sofia to bring her to the place
that he stashed Lily, which means we got to find her.
She's running out of time.
- Well, then you'd better go talk to Tom Beecher.
- [sighs]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[door creaks closed]
Hello, Tom.
We've been here before, haven't we?
Which means you know how this ends.
♪ ♪
Where's Lily Jacobs?
- Would you believe me if I said I don't remember?
- No.
- Memory is a funny thing.
I remember you being taller.
♪ ♪
- Where is she?
- This whole thing feels so familiar, doesn't it?
[chuckles] Almost like déjà vu.
Me, chained to this table,
you, sitting there trying to look stoic, just like that.
♪ ♪
What's wrong, Lily?
Do I frighten you?
- [crying] Don't kill me, please.
- Hmm.
Tell me, if you could call one person right now...
who would it be?
- My mom.
She's going to be so worried about me.
♪ ♪
- Oh, why did you st--
It was just getting to the good part.
- Why were you recording the conversation with Lily?
That's new.
- Well, if you're not changing, you're staying the same.
Honestly...
after all those years in prison,
I guess I realized I wanted more than just memories
of my girls...
or maybe I'm getting sentimental in my old age.
- Where is Lily?
- Tom Beecher was in the medical ward
for seven years for, uh, end-of-life care, right?
But does that look like a guy who's dying to you?
- Insane, yes. Dying, no.
And his file's so thin,
I'm starting to think somebody's been holding back.
♪ ♪
- Hello, Oliver.
- I need information on an inmate,
the kind that's not going to be in the file.
- That's not how this works, Oliver.
I am not a source.
- Then what are you?
I thought we were on the same side here.
- Is that right?
Because Bex and Hassani have been asking around
about Michelle Elliott's car accident.
- [scoffs]
You know what? I'm done. I'm done playing these games.
It's time you told Bex and Hassani everything.
- I'll consider it.
- Well, while you're doing that, I still need information.
[sighs] Tom Beecher was placed in the medical ward
a few years before I arrived.
Something tells me there's more to that story.
- All right.
Tom Beecher was one of Dr. Dulles's...
let's call them "special projects."
♪ ♪
- You used to be obsessed with covering your tracks--
oh, the paranoia, the meticulous planning.
And now you're calling the Jacobs family
from a cell phone inside the motel where you're staying?
♪ ♪
I think the injury made you careless.
Let's face it, Tom--you're not the killer you used to be.
I guess a series of strokes will do that to you.
- "Strokes"?
That's what they told you?
- Oliver, what are you doing? - He can't help us find Lily.
He doesn't remember where she is.
- What are you talking about?
Oliver, st-- - He was in the medical ward
because of an experimental brain surgery...
not a stroke.
He doesn't remember anything after what Dulles did to him.
♪ ♪
- I tried to tell you.
♪ ♪
I have no idea where she is.
♪ ♪
- [sobbing]
♪ ♪
- Whoever performed this operation
did so without any regard for ethics or humanity.
This is truly barbaric.
- Doctor, could this kind of procedure
damage someone's memory?
- It would destroy it.
I have no doubt this person
has complete and irreversible anterograde amnesia.
- Meaning?
- Their long-term memory would be intact,
but their short-term memory would be wiped clean
every time they enter REM sleep.
- Okay, can anything be done to help this individual
remember what they were doing a day or two ago?
- There are some subjects who are able to rely
on muscle memory,
even some who've developed elaborate coping strategies
to manage their day-to-day lives.
- Thank you, Doctor.
[phone beeps] - [sighs]
Okay, so the only chance we have
of getting Lily back alive
is if he developed some kind of coping mechanism
or some way of communicating with himself.
- It's a big if. - Yeah.
- Why would Dulles do something like this to someone--
damage their memory?
Just--it just seems needlessly cruel.
- You know, uh, Dulles was long gone
by the time I arrived at the Pit,
but there was a rumor...
that he had Alzheimer's.
So, if this was some kind of off-the-book thing...
- Maybe he was doing it for himself--
to understand the disease that was coming for him.
- You think Dulles used Beecher as a guinea pig
to try to figure out how to treat his own dementia?
- Or he was developing some kind of coping mechanism.
- Like the kind that would allow him
to remember where he stashed Lily Jacobs.
- Bex, you said Beecher was really paranoid, right?
Well, what are paranoid people good at?
Talking in code.
- All right, Shane, Morales,
can you go through every sticky note
and piece of evidence from that motel room?
If he does have a code, we're going to crack it.
♪ ♪
Tom this is what Dulles did to your brain.
That's scar tissue.
That is why you can't form new memories.
[dramatic music]
Do you know why he did this to you?
♪ ♪
Do you know why he made you his little lab rat?
♪ ♪
Tom, did you know he was sick?
- Oh, you don't know the half of it.
♪ ♪
Back when you worked my case the first time,
you never asked what I enjoyed most
about killing those girls.
It was their helplessness...
complete and utter helplessness.
That's why I called the families.
You could hear it in their voices--
just...
helpless.
♪ ♪
And I see it on you now.
You know you're never going to find her.
Lily's life is slipping through your fingers.
I'm the only person in the world
who can help you...
but I won't...
because this...
right here, oh...
this is the good part.
♪ ♪
Are you feeling helpless yet?
♪ ♪
- [sighs] [indistinct chatter]
- Morales, you need anything? - This isn't working.
We're running thousands of permutations a minute,
and there's not a whiff of a pattern
in those sticky notes or--or in Tom's recordings.
- Hey, you're doing everything you can.
- [sighs] - We'll find her.
- [scoffs]
- She was planning
on transferring to NYU in the fall.
Do you know how hard it is to get out of a town like Casper?
Everyone talks about it, but no one ever does.
- Well, you did...
and she will, too.
It's not over.
♪ ♪
- You're not as smart as you think you are, Tom.
We know that you left yourself
a way to remember where Lily is.
So we will crack your code.
- No you won't, because you're not cracking my code.
You're cracking his.
Dr. Dulles taught it to me.
♪ ♪
- Yeah. No, you're right.
We can't crack your code--
not in time to save Lily, at least.
That's why you're going to do it for me.
- What are you talking about?
- You know what? Yeah, sure, I can tell you.
You're not going to remember it anyway, will you?
See, here's the thing. This is what we're going to do.
We're going to put you back to sleep,
reset all your little memories,
then you are going to wake up in the same exact motel room
that we arrested you in, except that you're not going to know.
You're not going to know that you got caught.
You're not going to know that we're all watching you.
And, see, here's the fun part.
You're going to lead us right to Lily.
You feeling helpless yet?
♪ ♪
- No, absolutely not.
You're not seriously suggesting that we let
a serial killer loose? - He wouldn't be loose.
We'd be bugging his motel, his car, everything,
tracking his every move.
And he would bring us right to Lily.
- It's risky, but Bex is right.
If we put him to sleep, he won't remember any of this.
- I don't like it.
- Well, we have to try something.
- We're forgetting one thing.
He's not going back to Lily until he has another girl
to bring to her.
- No, we can't--we can't ask Sofia to get back into the tub.
- No, he's right. We need another girl in that bathtub.
And she has to fit the profile.
- Well, there's no way I'm asking someone
to put themselves in that dangerous a situation.
- You don't have to ask. I'll do it.
♪ ♪
I'll be his victim.
- Let's go. Let's go.
We need eyes on every inch of this motel room.
I want cameras up and mics hot in five.
Put everything back exactly how we found it.
Leave no trace that we were here.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- The team will be watching you the whole time.
We'll never be more than ten seconds behind you.
And we'll be able to communicate with you
without Tom noticing.
Morales, you don't have to do this.
- Well, none of us have to.
But if this is going to help bring Lily home,
there's no way I'm sitting it out.
This is my chance to actually be there,
see the difference we're making.
Besides, my mom's always telling me
that I should stop spending so much time looking at screens.
- [laughs] It's going to work.
We'll be with you the whole time.
And if anything goes wrong or you just want out,
there's a camera in the ceiling panel of the van.
So you just look up, shake your head, give us a signal,
and we'll shut it down, okay? - Got it.
- Hey.
So I rigged a little knife into the heel.
- Cool.
- It's an old CIA move.
Hopefully you won't need to use it.
♪ ♪
- You know, for an Army brat, you're brave as hell, Morales.
- Can't let a marine have all the fun, now, can I?
♪ ♪
- We've cut into the zip ties.
Tom won't notice, but if you need to break free,
it'll be a lot easier.
Hands back.
♪ ♪
Okay, let's get you in the tub.
♪ ♪
You good? - Yeah.
- We'll be watching the whole time.
♪ ♪
All right, let's make sure feeds are good.
No blind spots, no mistakes.
Do we have sound yet? - Sound's up now.
- Alpha team. - Alpha team is in position.
- All right, let's get our people out of there
and start the show.
♪ ♪
How long does a sedative like that take to--
- Oh, he's up. He's up.
♪ ♪
- [groaning softly]
- Here we go. Bex, you set?
- All set.
Hey, Morales, he's up.
You got this, okay?
♪ ♪
- Now what is he doing? - Is he checking the weather?
- I don't know. This guy looks spooked.
- Come on.
Come on, come on.
♪ ♪
- We put everything back the way it was.
This should work.
Let's keep track of all the sticky notes he looked at.
♪ ♪
- [crying] Hello?
Is anyone there?
Please.
It's so dark, I can't see.
Is anyone there?
Hello?
Where am I?
♪ ♪
[cell phone beeping]
- Okay, guys, he's about to make the call.
- We're on it. Let it ring twice.
[line trilling]
Send it to voicemail. [computer beeps]
Hi, you've reached Sandy Jacobs. I'm sorry--
- Any chance he changes his plan
when Lily's parents don't pick up?
- Leave your name and number, and I'll call you back
as soon as I can.
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
- Morales, he's coming towards you, all right?
Just stay calm. We're right here.
- Come on.
[grunting] Up you go.
- [whimpering] - No fussing.
Easy does it. Easy does it.
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- Morales, you're doing great. It's working.
♪ ♪
- All right, Beecher is in play.
Alpha team, hold.
Do not make any move unless Bex makes the call.
Keep the drone out of sight, but stay on Beecher.
- Alpha holding position. Drone is in flight.
♪ ♪
- Just let me go.
Please.
- Now, Lily, I've already told you I can't do that...
[humming]
Not when we're about to have so much fun together.
- Just let me out of here.
- [continues humming]
You and I both know you'll never go home.
- Is he humming? - [continues humming]
What is he humming? - I don't know.
- Beethoven. "Moonlight Sonata."
- [continues humming]
Tell me--if you could call one person right now,
who would it be?
- My mom.
She's going to be so worried about me.
- Oh, don't worry.
I'll be sure to give her a call soon.
[horn honks]
- The light's green. Why isn't he moving?
- What is he doing?
- Let me call her.
- I would, but I can't trust you.
You'd tell her where you are.
- No, I wouldn't.
- Call your mom or your dad? - [grunting]
- Dad.
- Are you sure?
- Come on. [horn honking]
- I don't like this. Something's off.
[horn honks]
[seat belt clicks, van beeping]
[recording continues indistinctly]
♪ ♪
[tires squealing]
- There's no cover out here.
If we follow, he's going to make us.
- He's getting too far away.
- Alpha team, stay back. - Alpha holding.
- Bex, what's your call here?
- Okay, everyone, hang on. Keep the drones on them.
Morales, we're still here. We got eyes on you.
You good?
Copy that. Everyone hold on.
♪ ♪
- What are you waiting for?
- How should I do it?
- Make it painless.
♪ ♪
[recording continues indistinctly]
- He's stopping. Is this the place?
- There's no buildings. There's nowhere to hide Lily.
- What about a bunker or an underground shelter
or something like that?
- Come on, Tom, what are you doing?
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
♪ ♪
- Do you know there's something I love
about this stage of our time together?
You have no idea where you're going
or what's going to happen to you once you get there.
But I've been through enough psychological experiments
to recognize a setup.
♪ ♪
- No, he knows. Go, go, go, go!
[engine revving, tires squealing]
- Move in, move in! Alpha team, Go, go, go!
♪ ♪
- [breathing shakily]
- Who are you?
♪ ♪
- Abort the mission!
Morales, it's over.
- Get there, guys. She's running out of time!
- Get out of there!
- Do you know what this is?
- Morales, come on, abort the mission!
- Graphite.
I'm sure you already know, it's used to dust for fingerprints.
[grunts, breathing shakily] Who are you?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Who sent you?
The Pit? Dr. Dulles?
- Just please let me go.
- Who are you?
- Please, please let me go.
- Wrong answer.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
[sirens wailing]
♪ ♪
- Go, go, go!
- It's her! - Morales!
- It's okay! It's not my blood!
- Hey! Stop right there!
- Hands in the air! Put them up!
- Drop the knife, Tom!
- I know you.
That was good.
You almost had me fooled.
- Drop the knife. - Or what?
You won't shoot me.
There's still a girl out there,
and you won't find her without me.
- Tell us where she is, Tom.
- No, she's going to die.
And you can't stop it.
- Put it down, Beecher. It's over.
♪ ♪
- Yeah, I suppose you're right.
It is over.
- No, no, no! [all shouting]
- Medic! Call a medic! Get a medic out here!
- No, Tom where is she? Tom, tell us where she is!
Come on.
Come on, Tom, Tom!
Tom, no!
- Beecher is down.
Say again--Beecher is down.
- Bex, slow down. What are we doing here?
- Lily is going to die unless we crack the code.
Now, we need to go over everything, every detail.
We have missed something.
- Okay, where do we start?
- Beecher was playing this recording of Lily
when he was driving the van.
So whatever message he left himself is on the recording.
- Well, if it is, he found some way to encode it.
And you can't crack a code without some kind of key.
- And not to mention we've already run it
through a dozen different algorithms.
There's no pattern there. - How long would this key be?
- Uh, like any other password--
a-a series of letters and numbers.
It could be anything.
- Could the key be on a sticky note?
- Well, whatever we need is in this room.
- What if it's not in this room?
"Moonlight Sonata"-- Beecher was humming that
while listening to the tape of Lily in his van, right?
- Yeah. - That has to mean something.
- Okay, but what would it-- - Like a diatonic cipher.
- Say--A what, now?
- Diatonic cipher-- I mean, musical cryptography.
It uses the seven major notes
of the musical scale, A through G.
It's a little Victorian, but, uh...
it could totally work.
So each note
corresponds to a number.
A is 1, B is 2, and so on.
Uh, in the van, Beecher was humming "Moonlight Sonata"
over and over and over again.
- Yeah, while he was listening to the recording of Lily.
- Right, like... [humming]
- B, E, G. - B, E, G.
- What? It's a famous song.
Why does everyone get so surprised
when I know something?
- B, E, and G translate to 2, 5, 7.
The code is on the recording, I know it.
[scoffs] This could be the key to unlocking everything,
like--like a--like a PIN code.
It would allow him to use one letter but mean another.
- So the sticky notes don't help.
- I know it's complex, but it's like a language.
Even with his memory gone, patterns like this
can be recalled with muscle and experiential memory.
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I-I need my computer.
Okay, assuming Beecher left himself coded messages
in his interview with Lily,
we can run every word he said against our 2-5-7 key and...
[computer whirring]
Okay, uh, n-no problem.
Uh, we'll just try the first letter of every word.
[computer whirring]
[sighs] Still nothing.
Uh, okay, um, the--the first letter
of the first word in every question he asked?
[computer whirring]
[sighs]
- No, this ain't it.
Um, we should try--
- Just wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Um...
Okay, maybe we're looking at this all wrong.
Uh...
we're assuming Beecher encoded the questions he was asking,
but...
what if he hid his code in what Lily said?
- How would that even be possible?
He'd have to know what she was going to say.
- He scripted her answers.
- That's why she sounded so odd on the call.
- Here goes.
[computer whirring, beeping]
♪ ♪
[exhaling sharply] - You were right.
- [chuckling]
♪ ♪
- Are those-- - Yeah, they're directions.
- Let's roll. - Hell, yeah, Morales.
- Yeah. - Get on the road now.
We'll send you the directions. [keys clacking]
- Hey, Morales, you're coming with us.
♪ ♪
- Lily Jacobs?
- Lily, can you hear us?
- Lily! Lily! - She's there! She's there!
- Lily, we're going to get you out of here, okay?
- [sobbing]
[uplifting music]
♪ ♪
Mom! Mom! - [sobbing]
Oh, God. - Hi, baby.
We're here. - [continues sobbing]
- What is it?
- Just look at her.
- [continues sobbing]
♪ ♪
- Same time tomorrow? - Yeah.
♪ ♪
Same time tomorrow.
[knock at door]
♪ ♪
- Hey. - Come in.
- Thanks. What's up?
Your message sounded important. - Yeah.
I watched all of the tapes.
I'm sorry. I couldn't help it.
But I found something that you need to see.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- That's enough for today, Shane.
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
- What do you feel?
- Is that really him? - Yes.
That's your son.
- Can I speak with him?
Please, just one time.
- You know you can't.
♪ ♪
- I'm so sorry, Shane.
I can't believe my father
would ever be a part of whatever this is.
♪ ♪
- That's my mother.
♪ ♪
- All right, Oliver, you got me out here.
What's this all about?
- You said you wanted to meet my contact.
- Special Agent Henderson.
We need to talk about the blast.
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