The Whispers

Previously on "The Whispers"...

- Who are you talking to? - Drill. He says you're "it."

My friend Drill. He speaks through the lights.

Jackson Bellings, age 10.

Detonated a homemade bomb at Westings Designs.

"Under the influence of an imaginary entity named 'Drill.'"

There was someone across the street, watching the building.

Jessup: Clearly this guy is Drill. He's convincing the children to do stuff.

- - You know who he is.

It might be my husband.

He was my patient last night.

He doesn't remember anything.

All he knew was the last three months.

Sean: But I've been having these dreams.

I don't know what they mean, but they're important.

- - A maze? Where does it lead to?

Alex: Your 8-year-old daughter downloaded top-secret defense files?

If Sean is here, why didn't he come home?

Ever since you were with her, everything has gone wrong.

There's something I need to do. You're gonna help me.

Henry:

Mayday, mayday! I'm hit! Repeat! I'm hit!

Captain Bennigan, save yourself, come home.

No way I'm letting this guy go.

I got it. I'm coming home.

Made it safe and sound.

Claire: Please. Talk to me.

You can't just leave like this, Sean.

Say something.

I can't...

I can't do this anymore.

These past two years, ever since Henry's...

Don't. Don't blame me for that.

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

God, Sean, when did it get so hard to talk to you?

I don't know, Claire.

Why don't you ask your conscience?

You can't just volunteer for a mission...

- And leave. -

We have to talk about these things.

If you think running away is gonna fix anything...

Who says I want to fix this?

Don't say that, not after everything we've been through.

Why?

Why did you do it, Claire?

Please.

Answer me one question...

Do you love him?

No.

But you had to think about it.

What about Henry?

What do I tell him?

Willie: Claire?

Aren't you going into the office?

No.

Mom...

Claire, what is it?

He's alive.

Sean is alive.

Aw, honey...

I...

No, I know.

It sounds crazy, but I'm not crazy.

I saw him.

And he saw me, too.

Only it was like...

It was like he was looking through me, like...

Like he didn't even know who I was.

I talked to a doctor who treated him two days ago.

She said that...

that clearly he's experiencing some kind of...

of memory loss.

At least that explains why he didn't come home.

This wouldn't be the first time he didn't.

No, that was different, Mom.

He blamed himself for what happened to Henry,

and he just... he couldn't...

no, he didn't blame himself... you did.

Decisions are easy.

It's living with the consequences

that's the hard part.

And for a while...

Neither of us was very good at that.

Sean was not a perfect husband.

Yeah. God knows I was not a perfect wife.

But, he... Mom, he's back, and...

What they are saying about him, what they think he's done...

I can't believe it.

I have to find out what's really happening.

We have a 50-mile search perimeter in effect.

All state and local uniforms are on alert.

I'm confident, sir. He can't hide too long.

And Agent Bennigan, where's her head on this?

Well, she hasn't come in.

She hasn't answered her phone.

But if... But if I may be Frank, sir...

You think she's a liability.

I think any involvement would be seriously imprudent.

I'm not gonna disagree with you there.

This one's yours.

Thank you, sir.

But let me just put a little perspective on this for you...

you're hunting down a man thought to be

the deceased husband of one of your colleagues.

Whether he is in fact guilty,

your investigation will bare that out.

But let's save the judgment on Agent Bennigan.

She'll take care of her business,

you take care of yours.

Sean: Jag 37! Jag 37!

I am off flight plan! Repeat, I am off flight plan!

Man: Do you read me, Captain Bennigan?

Please respond. Over.

I'm losing altitude! Jag 37!

Captain Bennigan, can you hear me?

Does anyone hear me?

I'm losing altitude. Do you copy?

Jag 37! I'm punching out!

Eject, eject, eject!

I've lost him. I... I got nothing.

He's not on the radar.

Captain Bennigan, do you read me? Over.

Renee: Sir?

I'm sorry, but they're ready for you.

Okay.

Security footage from the bombing at Westings.

With all due respect sir, why are we looking

at a place Sean Bennigan was a month ago?

The last confirmed spotting of the suspect was last night.

Sean Bennigan is a highly trained soldier.

If anyone knows how to hide, it's him.

We need to go back and learn what he's after.

And what am I always telling you guys?

Sometimes the best way to find where a man is going...

Both: Find out where he's been. Thank you. Play.

Willa: Jackson Bellings, age 10.

Mother worked at Westings... that's how he got inside.

Three casualties.

Any sign of Bennigan?

Not in any of the footage.

- Play it again. -

- Stop right there. -

What's he looking at?

Uh, s-slow it down.

Frame by frame.

There. In the corner.

Looks like he's waiting for something.

Not something... someone.

There's... there's a door in the hallway.

- Someone just walked in. - Whose office is that?

David Miller, one of the victims.

He wasn't just a victim.

He was the target.

Where are you taking me?

Please, I have money. I can get you $10,000 right now...

maybe more.

I was supposed to be at work by now,

they'll be looking for me.

Are you listening?

That woman, the one who's looking for me, who is she?

She's with the FBI.

What do they know about me?

Dr. Rosen: So, you said his name was Drill, right?

And what makes Drill such a good friend?

I don't know.

Is he a good listener?

And what else?

He doesn't keep secrets from me.

He always tells me the truth.

And that's important to you, knowing the truth?

But you can't actually see Drill. Isn't that right?

Why does everyone care about that?

Because they're worried about you.

Drill tells you to do things...

things that get you in trouble.

Like Daddy's computer?

Exactly.

Now, you knew that was wrong, didn't you?

But Drill said he needed me

and I was the only one who could do it.

Minx... Now, you're 8 now.

You know the difference between right and wrong,

real and imaginary.

You don't have to invent friends, Minx.

There are a lot of people, real people in your life,

who want to be there for you.

But Drill needs me.

No. Drill's not real.

Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you, Minx?

That I should stop playing with Drill

because he isn't real?

Exactly.

So, right here, right now it stops.

Can you do that, Minx?

Good.

It's just... What?