Silo

She's still in that uniform, still wearing that badge.

It's not hard for her to get in a door.

Everyone, please go back inside.

Thank you.

Yeah, it's all right. Everything's okay.

Paul.

How'd she get away?

You think I let her go?

- Why would he let her go? - I don't know.

- I sent him home for the time being. - Where the fuck is she?

Amundsen and his team searched the level,

every apartment, every closet, under every bed...

What, has she mastered the art of invisibility?

'Cause that's a skill I'd really love to learn.

It's possible she circled around

or climbed up or down the far side of the shaft.

- Have you searched that level? - We did.

I also brought in all off-duty watchers. We have eyes on every screen.

Have them track her movement yesterday. Maybe that'll tell us something.

I think we have to assume she somehow got off that level,

maybe made it back to the stairs.

I'm gonna have Amundsen talk to anyone who might give her shelter.

Rob, I hope you understand what we're facing here.

Go.

Talk to her friends, family. See if anyone's hiding her.

I'm gonna need an escort.

Paul.

Honey.

I lost my grip.

- It's not your fault. - No.

It is my fault.

You ask me if I'm okay, I feel fine.

Physically, I feel normal, but look at this.

Even now, my hands won't stop.

All these medicines and herbs...

At this point, I'd rather people just know I have the Syndrome

than think I'm incompetent.

You're not incompetent.

You worked hard to get where you are.

But... maybe it's time.

- For what? - To go back to Judicial.

They liked you there.

You did well and it didn't have the same kinds of requirements.

I'm not going back to Judicial.

Your plan is to tell them you have the Syndrome

and hope they look past it, ignore the Pact?

I wasn't being serious, Kat. I was just saying how I feel.

You lied, Paul.

Yes, you earned the job that you have,

but by not telling them about your condition.

So if going back to Judicial is what allows you

- to move forward... - I am more than qualified to do this job.

I am not saying that you're not!

But one sheriff was already sent out to clean and the other was on their way,

and neither of them had children!

So when you think of your secrets

and your pride about what you're qualified to do,

picture your daughter growing up without you.

Think about that.

Kat, that's... that's not fair.

It's the truth.

Um...

When I was 17, there was another kid,

Justin Carlson, who had the Syndrome.

Most kids didn't know, but I knew.

I saw him trying to hide it the same way I did.

And he knew I had it too.

One day, he approached me and asked me about it

like he was trying to make a friend.

I hit him so hard, I knocked one of his teeth out.

I told him if he ever told anyone, or if he ever talked to me again,

I'd hit him harder.

That's how important it was for me to keep that secret,

to keep people from knowing that I had some defect,

that I was someone the Pact said could only have a job

with no physical requirement because I was different.

I am not limited by what others think

- I'm capable of... - Paul, honey.

...and I'm allowed to make mistakes.

I'm allowed to make mistakes.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna catch the person I let go.

I'm gonna make this right.

- Hank. - Walker.

This about Jules?

I tried to tell 'em Mechanical runs like a fine-oiled machine

'cause of the hardworking citizens who put the safety of the Silo above all else.

Yet, here they are.

Yeah.

Well, come on in.

I ain't got shit to hide.

She didn't wake up for her 5:00 a.m. feeding.

I'm so tired.

I didn't wake up until 6:00 and I...

Denise, it's okay.

- I'm a terrible mother. - No. No, you're not.

You're just exhausted.

Look. Claudia's just fine.

- What are you doing? - Peter Nichols.

- We're in the middle of a... - Do you know where your daughter is?

- You'll wake the baby. - Do you know where your daughter is?

No. Now please leave.

I think you better do as he says.

If you wake the baby, this poor woman might just kill you.

I remember when getting our boy to sleep was the highest achievement of the day.

What do you want with my daughter?

Dr. Nichols,

I imagine Juliette is the most important person in the world to you,

but for the sake of everyone in the Silo,

I need you to tell me where she might be.

She is the most important person to me,

but I don't know how she thinks or where she might go.

Until this week, I hadn't seen her in 20 years.

- What happened? - She said she wanted to go out.

Now the whole Silo is looking for her.

Help me find her before some overeager raider does.

If that's meant to be a warning,

I don't need it. I know all about them.

I guess you do.

There's a spot halfway around the level one balcony

where the railing is worn smooth

by all the people who have gripped it tight before going over.

I never imagined my wife would be one of them.

But thanks to your raiders, Jules is all I have left.

Let me ask you, Mr. Sims, if you were in my position,

would you help the people hunting your child?

I would,

'cause no one person is more important than the 10,000 or the thousands to come.

I have no idea where she is.

Why did they close school?

It's just a special day, honey. I don't have to go to work either.

It'll just be you and me. Grilled cheese for lunch.

Is Daddy coming home?

Daddy is gonna be very busy today.

I made something for him.

That's lovely.

Just gonna make one for your dad and not your mom?

I made one for you too, Mom.

- Mrs. Sims? - Yes?

Your husband sent us to escort you both home from school.

Well, you're a little late.

- Our door is right here. - Apologies, ma'am.

Could we at least make sure you get in okay?

All right.

Okay. We're in.

- You mind if we check inside? - You're not setting foot inside my home.

But you can tell my husband you did your job.

- Ma'am. - I was a raider for 12 years

before I moved over to IT. I can take care of myself.

Yes, ma'am, but we'd really feel better...

You two drew a lot of attention running up, yelling my name.

You think my husband would like that?

Okay. Okay. Come on.

There we go.

Everything okay, Mommy?

Yeah.

Yeah, baby. Everything's fine.

You just stay in here and get your homework out.

I'll make you a snack, okay?

- Yeah. - Excuse me?

- Yes, Mommy. - Okay.

I'm not gonna hurt you but I will if I have to.

I love it, baby.

Why don't you hang on to it for me, okay?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm gonna close the door, but everything's all right.

I just need to talk to this person from work.

Yes, ma'am.

- You know how to use that? - No, not really.

I figured you're so close, it doesn't really matter.

There's only one shot in there.

How many will I need?

Look, I'm not here to hurt you.

- You said that. - I'm saying it again.

- Are these mine? - Yeah. Your husband took mine.

Cuff yourself to the rail in the bathroom.

No.

Look. Me firing this gun, whether I hit you or not,

it's gonna be enough to give your son nightmares for the rest of his life.

You want that?

I'm not going any place where I can't see both you and the door to my son's bedroom.

Kitchen. Now.

Really?

I've done more with less.

By the sound of it, so have you.

What are you doing?

Deputy, you can't come in here.

The judge said only Judicial investigators are allowed inside.

As acting sheriff, I have a responsibility to conduct an investigation

into anyone who requests to go outside.

And I have orders to arrest anyone who tries to get past me.

Sir, I don't know if you remember me,

but I took your class on the Pact last year.

- Jean? - Robinson.

Look, if it was up to me, I'd let you inside, but I can't.

As you know, I don't have a choice. I have to do what they say.

- Can you tell me if she left a note? - No note. This place was a mess.

I was just thinking if I found out why she said she had to go out,

maybe I could figure out where she is.

I don't know.