Believe

Previously, on Believe...

Now you're being executed for two counts of felony murder,

and you have nothing to confess? I'm innocent.

They said it was just a smash and grab.

They framed me!

Bo is a very special little girl.

Your job is to protect her, keep her safe.

That man, Milton Winter, took Bo.

He believes wrongly...

That the program was inflicting emotional trauma

on the girl.

Bo Adams must be located and recovered.

All right, everything's gonna be okay.

Agent ferrell, these telekinetic events

are linked to stress.

You panic her, it's only a matter of time

before people are gonna get hurt.

Mr. Gore, are you okay?

My head is killing me.

Joshua, stop hurting him.

He did it.

Gore's mind is wiped clean.

Joshua's made remarkable progress.

He'll be ready soon.

Yeah?

It's 3:00 A.M.

Hello? Hello?

Good morning, Ben.

- Check your computer. - I'm sorry, what?

- The laptop, now. - Who is this?

I'm gonna make you famous, Mr. Wooten.

Julian Assange and Edward Snowden

are going to wish they were you.

Go to your laptop.

There's a reason you were chosen, Ben.

I'm a fan of your blog

and your work for the New York times.

You are fearless.

You woke me up to tell me that?

I have something to show you.

Whoa, how'd you get into my system?

Does it matter?

You should be more concerned with what you're about to see.

This little girl may be

the most important person alive today.

What the hell is this?

It's called project orchestra,

a government-sanctioned program designed

to weaponize individuals with psychic abilities,

including this girl.

The people behind this program are dangerous

and must be exposed.

I'll be in touch.

Hey, sleepy, we're the next building down, double-time.

There's a guy watching us in that window.

Well, then get away from there.

- It's not a cop. - Yeah, but he can call one.

No one knows we're here.

Yeah, well, let's not let some rando

ruin our otherwise perfect evening.

I know what sarcasm is.

Great, that's one less vocabulary word

we'll have to study in the morning.

Jeez, kid, you're out like a light.

Hey, it's me.

Not good.

I keep reading in the papers about how I'm a murderer.

Yeah, well, someday the truth's gonna come out,

and then there's gonna be hell to pay.

Tate? My stomach's growling.

Tate?

What, you're banging on the door

- like you're the "po-lice." - Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just giving myself a little trim.

You could use one yourself, shaggy.

Caveman.

Tate, I'm starving.

Yeah, I heard you the first time.

We need more food, you know?

Well, I'd get more food

if we had cash for more food, but we don't.

Then we need money.

Yeah, we need money from Winter.

And for him to tell us what we're doing here.

Winter doesn't know. I know.

So if you know, explain it to me.

Why?

It's just we wouldn't be here

if we weren't supposed to be here.

Which means you don't know.

Get your feet off the couch.

What are you doing?

You have scars.

Yeah, I know. Don't.

This is actually pretty good.

Who's the girl?

I don't know her name yet,

- but she needs help. - Yeah.

That's a thing with you. Stay put.

Get me a drink from the machine?

Drink water. It's organic.

A guy calls in the middle of the night,

and that's a big story?

You do realize how insane you sound?

Yeah, I do, and I'm saying it anyways.

This is legitimate and compelling, Jill.

And a huge get for the times.

All right, you know what I'm gonna say, right?

You can publish whatever you want on your blog, but...

- get confirmation. - On the record this time.

That's the plan, yeah.

Warm up my pulitzer, Jilly.

Don't scare me like that.

You're so jumpy today.

Well, you would be too if you read all this stuff.

What stuff?

A latent gene for telekinesis.

Is that what you're blogging about?

I know, I know.

This is not some crackpot conspiracy theory.

There's documentation, there's research.

I mean, it just feels real.

Go with me on this, please.

Ben, there's something...

Huh?

Just don't do anything stupid, okay?

- Hi. - Roman Skouras.

Thank you.

You have a problem.

Nice to see you too, Director Lofton.

There's a leak.

That's highly unlikely.

Unsubstantiated information

is surfacing on the Internet, Roman.

Some blogger is posting about a government program,

codenamed "orchestra."

We vetted our side.

There are only four possibilities

in the administration.

It's not us.

I'll handle it. Did they mention my name?

Mr. Zepeda...

Plug the leak.

Hello?

It's me.

- What the hell are you doing? - Where's Bo?

- She's back in the apartment. - You left her?

Tate, that's the one thing you're not supposed to do.

I'll be in the car.

Whatever. Did you bring money?

- Who were you calling? - People I have business with.

Oh, right, your friends who set you up for murder, right.

Yeah.

Your vengeance is gonna have to wait, Mr. Tate.

- I could leave right now. - Ah, leave.

- Then what? - Hey, look,

I'm not a damn babysitter, all right, Winter?

I was locked up for seven years, man.

I was this close to being put down.

I want to leave.

And go where, back to death row?

I can return you just as easily as I freed you,

if that's what you want.

Is that what you want?

And what about Bo? You've grown fond of her.

She needs you, Mr. Tate. Shall we?

Taryn, hold up. Taryn!

I can't deal with this again, Ben, not now.

- This is totally different. - How?

You're already getting threats on your blog.

The phone hasn't stopped ringing.

Taryn, our government is creating supernatural soldiers.

You have no proof this isn't some elaborate hoax.

It's not a hoax, babe.

Don't you care about our reputation,

and what it will do to us?

I care about putting the truth out there.

What happened to "trust but verify"?

I am gonna verify. He said he'd be in touch.

Listen, just let me do my job.

I can't focus on anything else right now, please.

I swear to God, Taryn, I cannot.

I think it's broken.

Of course it is.

Super.

Hi.

You shouldn't have soda anyway.

And why's that?

It's bad for the baby.

I just took the test yesterday.

How do you know that?

You have a glow?

What's your name?

Bo.

I need this to be a secret for a little while,

okay, Bo?

A secret from who?

- Where are your parents? - I don't know.

Here, have mine. No caffeine, that's semi-okay.