Absentia

Hello.

Yeah.

Hey, Tommy, do you know where Nick is?

His phone is off.

I don't know. I saw him on a call about

half an hour ago, then he was gone.

Dammit.

Do you think he's still close by?

Probably. Maybe.

I think I have a good lead near you.

An old employee from Barrett House.

Okay, I'll take the lead.

You track down your boy.

She has a bunch of old files in her attic.

Maybe there's something we could use.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thank you.

It's good.

Alice, wake up.

Alice, you've gotta wake up.

Up and at 'em, agent.

This is your second chance.

Life doesn't give us second chances too often.

Make the most of it.

Where is Flynn?

Who are you?

I am you.

What do you want?

I want to show you what you are.

Do you remember the first life you destroyed?

You were just a child.

But it came

so naturally to you.

"Child exhibits violent urges."

"Impulsivity."

"Aggression."

"Stimulation seeking behavior."

"Does not respond to typical disciplinary measures."

"Child appears to fit in with others, but displays little affection."

"Rarely or minimally seeks comfort from others."

"Possible attachment disorder."

"Low probability of adoptive success."

Nobody wanted you.

Too troubled.

Too flawed.

So, you did something about it.

You took someone else's life.

My life.

All these years I wondered why,

why Dr. Shen chose me.

Why me?

Shen was looking for a profile.

A very specific profile.

You had what he was looking for.

You gave me your life, Emily.

I'm sorry...

I'm so sorry...

Tonight...

I finish giving it back.

Please let them go.

Flynn's not a part of this.

Flynn is a part of this.

I was his age when Dr. Shen chose me.

He transferred in right after you left.

He would sign us out.

Weekend trips,

the museum,

the zoo.

But they would also end up at his special place.

He promised he'd kill us if we told anyone.

Who could we tell?

We had no one.

He had the power.

For six years he tortured us.

You can take it off now.

Logan.

You can take it off.

You see.

Shen believed children who survived early trauma like yours

and weren't crushed by it,

could be forged into killer soldiers.

Clinical.

Dispassionate.

Weapons that could be turned on and off...

Like a switch.

Charles was the control subject, and...

I was supposed to be a perfect killer.

Controllable.

One who followed orders.

A good soldier.

But we were both failed experiments,

Charles and I.

You...

You're not the only one who can start a new life, Emily.

I mean, you'd think I'd go crazy,

but I didn't.

And it just made me stronger.

Charles and I,

we found out where Shen was

and we took care of him.

He's not going to bother us any more.

Shen's work was brilliant,

no doubt,

but it was flawed.

He was an amateur.

And I had a lot more money.

Harlow made that comfortable.

I couldn't have asked for a more willing partner.

Six years breaking you down.

Taking everything away from you.

Recreating you

then setting you free to watch your life crumble

around you once and for all.

It all went beautifully.

Nothing would have been more satisfying

than to see you kill your husband's new wife.

And show the world the truth about Emily Byrne.

Sadly, I watched as you did nothing.

Shen would have been so surprised to learn

that all his work could be undone by a mother's love

for her child.

Tell me what you want.

I'll do anything.

I'll turn myself in, I'll confess to murder.

Please, just let Flynn go.

You will confess to murder, Emily, you committed it.

You killed Harlow.

You killed Robert Semerov.

You killed Semerov right there in that room.

I didn't do it.

You killed Harlow to frame me

just like you killed Semerov

and Radford.

Well, you're right about one thing,

I did kill Radford.

You left me no choice.

But now it ends.

The way it should have.

Mom!

No.

Please... No.

But you can save him.

No.

Kill Alice.

No!

No!

Go on.

I'll do it.

Kill her.

Show yourself who you really are.

Kill her.

Emily! Emily, get away!

Nick, it's not me. Get away!

What's this?

I gotta go, I gotta get out of here!

No, don't move! Stand back!

Nick... I swear to God...

Look at it. Look behind you.

Just look behind you, please!

Don't move.

Stay here.

Mom!

What is this?

What is this?

What is this?

What have you done to my son?

Where is he, Emily?

- Please... - Where is my son?

Stop it, Nick, it's not me.

Tell me, where my son is.

Tell me, where my son is. Alice...

Alice. Alice.

I know where he is.