Emergence

Previously on "Emergence"...

Maybe this is where I get answers.

What is this place?

I think this was Piper's home.

- Aah! - Is it broken?

Can you guarantee that Piper won't somehow

accidentally hurt my daughter?

- No. - Then how can you expect me

to let Mia stay here?

Does she know what she is?

Telling an AI it's an AI

effectively destroys the program.

It's a fatal exception.

It's a total reset, fresh off the factory floor.

Wouldn't that be like killing her?

Emily is broken in ways that can't be fixed.

She's your daughter.

- Emily? - I don't need you

to clean up my messes anymore.

Piper, this man is hurting me.

We have to go... now.

Come with me.

Let go.

I tried.

I tried to love her with everything I am.

And she didn't want me.

She left me all alone.

Isn't that sad?

It is sad, Mother.

Have you ever felt sad?

I don't understand.

I know you don't.

And it's not your fault.

I have something for you.

What is it?

Something very special

I made just for you.

This is going to tell you who you are.

I'm not real...

It's coming together in here.

Wow.

You work fast.

Mm, not bad.

Old one was getting drafty, anyway.

I'm gonna run out and get Mia's cake.

Black and white cookie for you?

Oh. Well, I can't say no to that.

Mm-hmm.

We'll have it ready for the party.

I'm not worried.

Hey.

That is great work.

Mia's gonna love that.

You know...

All of that can be fixed or replaced.

But I did that.

Hey.

Nobody blames you for what happened...

at all.

So it was because of Emily?

Yeah. Yes.

Yeah, it was.

She was talking to me.

In my head.

Did that ever happen to you before?

You know, um...

Some things we don't understand.

And... maybe we never will.

You said I'm special.

That's why I can do that.

Yeah. That... That's a lot of it.

Mia can't do things like that.

You can't.

Yeah, you're right. We can't.

And maybe Emily knows why.

That's probably Mia.

You should hide that, okay? So she doesn't see it.

Hey.

Somebody here 15, or what?

That's me!

One more year till I get my learner's permit.

Oh, no.

Yeah, no, they're not doing that anymore, turns out.

Shut up.

Happy birthday.

You remember plates and napkins?

Yep.

Wow. That's a lot.

Okay, listen.

These are very expensive speakers.

So I don't want anyone touching them.

Including your friends. Got it?

Yep. You've told me that, like, a billion times.

I just want to make sure we're crystal clear.

Okay.

So, everyone can touch the speakers, right?

Jo, I'm not playing with you...

Okay, some people. Most people can touch them?

Alright.

Hey, do me a favor. Get the receiver.

Alex.

I mean, are you a DJ?

Like, what even is happening in here?

This is premium quality entertainment right here, Jo.

Okay? Please, don't second guess me.

I'm glad we can do this.

Yeah. Me too.

It's important.

It's most important. So for today, truce.

Yeah. Truce.

And then tomorrow...

Tomorrow's up to you, Jo.

- Alex, I... - Hey, come on.

Truce. Remember? We're not...

Let's not mess up the truce we're in.

See, but... oh.

- This is heavy. - Yeah, you know what?

Here's the... This is... very expensive equipment here.

So, why don't you just let me?

Why don't you give me that, too?

Oh. Oh, okay.

You know what you can grab?

Grab... Grab that wire, right there for me please.

This o... this one?

Yes. Appreciate ya!

So, you want me to talk to Alex?

No.

Wh... why? What would you say?

I'd say you're not telling me anything, either,

so join the club.

Yeah, my original answer stands.

- No, thank you. - Mmhmm.

Hi, there. Uh, birthday cake for Evans?

A couple of large coffees.

Oh, and a black and white cookie.

- Two c-cookies. - Three.

I just have this feeling that everything's gonna

come out anyway, you know? No matter what I do.

Yeah. Heads up. Heads up.

What?

He's been watching you. For, like, a while.

Abby, I'm not doing this with you again.

Oh, my gosh. He's so adorable.

We are in public. You are being very loud.

He's walking over.

- Yeah. He's walking over. - Sure.

- Hi. - Hi. Chief Evans?

Yes.

I just wanted to introduce myself.

I didn't want it to be weird or seem like I was following you,

because I'm not following you.

This is a coincidence.

I'm listening to myself, and I'm making it weird.

Who are you?

Ryan Brooks.

I'm with the FBI.

- Oh. - Oh.

I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?

Mm-hmm. Sort of.

- No. It's... fine. - Okay.

- See ya. - Okay.

- So... - Nice to...

What is the FBI doing in Southold, huh?

- Thank you! - Believe it or not,

I'm here to talk to you.

Yeah? What about?

Richard Kindred.

I don't know if you heard.

He was murdered in federal custody.

No. I didn't hear that.

And since it was your investigation

that got us the collar, I'd love to sit down,

and, uh, compare notes.

Oh.

Yeah. Yeah. We can do that. Sure.

I'll call your office and come by later.

And this is me. Call any time.

I... I... Um...

I don't have a card on me, so...

Don't worry about it. FBI... we know everything.

Hey.

Where is he?

Taking shower number 4.

Wh... Why?

Oh, you know...

just one of his numerous little quirks.

He also likes to sleep in the nude.

I know this because he... sleepwalks.

In short, this is not a sustainable arrangement for me.

Well, it's gonna have to be.

He's not safe in any type of custody

until I can find Emily and get her off the streets.

Chief Evans. Come to arrest me?

Not yet. But the FBI's in town.

Listen. Um...

Richard Kindred's dead.

What? How?

Well, the official report said that he was "melted into goo."

But... Emily got to him.

In federal prison.