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I can imagine you singing on Eurostar one day.

All those screaming girls wishing you could sing just for them.

You have such a beautiful voice.

You can't keep it a secret.

Why not? You keep secrets.

I do?

You said I couldn't talk about the doctor we went to.

That's true.

You mustn't.

Especially to your father.

It's our secret, okay?

Please. Okay.

Stop teaching my son to sing like a fucking queer.

Anton, it's for school.

Nobody tells me how to raise my son.

- Don't touch her! - You love your mother, huh?

You love her more than your father?

You won't love her so much...

when you know our little secret.

You're drunk.

You want to know who your mama is, huh?

- Mama's boy? - Stop it!

Stop it!

That's my boy!

I knew there was a man in there. A man like me.

I know what I am.

And I know what that makes you.

And this cunt, she's more than your mother.

No!

We have to go.

He'll find us.

I'm going to fix...

Fix it.

This time, he's not coming after us.

We're getting out of here.

Wolfgang... it's not worth it.

I'm not worth it.

Wolfgang.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Wolfgang.

Can you hear me?

Thank God.

Oh, thank God.

Don't say anything. They're monitoring everything. Okay?

Just follow me. Follow my voice.

I have you. I have you.

Do you know we have Whispers?

We're going to use him to get you free. Okay?

Don't.

What?

Because I'm... I'm not worth it.

Wolfgang, you are.

You are.

I know what love is because of you.

I love you, Wolfgang.

And I swear we're going to get you free.

What happened? Was that Wolfgang?

They have him on sedatives and on blockers

so it was difficult to connect,

but at least they aren't hurting him anymore.

That's good.

Will said they wouldn't as long as we have Whispers.

I don't know how much longer I can wait until the exchange.

I know.

It'll be soon.

But right now, we need more of the liquid blocker.

Yes, of course.

I'm running low on methatactogen trioxide.

Nomi will have to forge another prescription.

Already on it.

It's cooked.

This should last us through the week.

I don't think we have a week. We have to go soon.

How was the d'Orsay?

Sadly, it didn't work out.

- So right now, Will is talking to Riley? - And with Sun, Kala.

Our exchange plan is based on finding the right location

and disguisable transportation,

and right now we have neither.

Yeah, we go check it out!

And now Capheus.

Capheus? But I thought he was trying to buy a police van?

Guess what I found?

The van that should work.

Great.

A little paint.

It'll be perfect.

Okay.

It's a start.

Will, what just happened?

Capheus found a van.

So, Will just saw through Capheus' eyes?

Sort of. It feels more like you're there than you're looking through their eyes.

That is so freaking cool!

I don't know if I'll get over it. It's mind-blowing.

I can feel my ideas of self... expanding.

Sometimes it's not great.

You know we can hear you... even when you lower your voice.

I didn't mean anything.

- Who's that? - It's Nomi.

Maybe Sans Jour is the best option?

You've played there.

They might be expecting it after Amsterdam,

but we are running out of options.

I need Whisper's shot.

Kala.

It's ready.

And...

I'm on my way.

Wait for me.

Is there anything else on Jonas' phone?

Nothing. The only calls he made were to the Secretary, Peapod, and Just Eat.

We need more on the Secretary. He's our only direct line to the Chairman.

If we had better equipment...

Still no word from Bug?

No, but you know that's Bug.

Actually, it isn't like Bug at all,

but I don't want Neets to know that I am completely freaking out about it.

BPO doesn't know he exists.

Diego couldn't find the official documents on him anywhere.

He's like a character from one of my movies.

No, he's better.

Because he's real.

We have to stay focused.

We know BPO's going to do everything they can to stop us,

but as long as we stick to our plan...

Holy shit! Now this is something.

- What? - Elizabeth.

- Who's Elizabeth? - Whisper's wife.

I thought BPO moved her and their daughter to a safe house?

There's no address listed.

But it is good to know that even people under BPO's protection

follow the same rules as the rest of us.

When they file for divorce.

Morning, Milt.

On the stool.

Look at my wall.

How are you doing today?

I know you don't want to answer my questions.

You don't have to.

Jonas pretty much told me everything I need to know.

Ow. Yeah, we were just talking about you and your wife... Elizabeth.

And Jonas really seemed to think that she loves you, but...

I don't know.

We were also talking about... your daughter.

What was her name?

Do you miss her?

A typical father would, but...

you're not typical, are you?

See, I figure when someone cuts open the skull

of a young girl like Sara Patrell while she's still alive...

they can't possibly look at another little girl

and not think about that.

Maybe you can.

As a boy, I was an exceptional student.

I loved reading.

I opened a book and found secrets and knowledge hidden inside.

When I was a medical student, I learned how to operate on human beings.

I imagined they had names and lives,

but as far as I was concerned,

they were the same as books...

except I opened them with my knife.

Every moment I remain here brings me closer to the moment

I will open Ms. Gunnarsdóttir while she is still alive

so that you can feel as I slice into her cerebellum...

and cut after cut, her secrets and knowledge will spill across my table.

When all that remains of her and you and your cluster...

are the measurements and observations in my notebook,

I will go home...

and I will kiss my beautiful wife and my daughter...

and I will return to my exceptional life.

I wouldn't be so sure about that, Milt.

That beautiful wife of yours?

She just filed for divorce.

There's no going back.

Not for you,

not for me...

not for any of us.

That time again, Jonas.

"The bonds that bind another person to ourself exist only in our mind."

I wonder if Monsieur Proust was a sensate.

I doubt he was ever handcuffed to a radiator.

Here you go.

I must compliment you on these blockers.

Really top-shelf stuff.

None of the nausea you get with regular homemade.

Thank you.

Still don't trust me?

Give us a reason to trust you. Tell us about the Chairman.

Now that sounds like Will talking.

If he was using you as a watchdog...

You must have talked to him.

I explained he uses a voice modulator. He wears a bio-mask.

He's quite a paranoid fellow.

- So you say. - So you say.

- Thing is, we want to trust you, Jonas. - You helped us once.

What we can't figure out is why you stopped.

It seems we keep returning to that moment you and I first met, Will,

in the convenience store.