Believe

Previously on Believe...

Bo is a very special little girl.

She is starting to become the person she is going to be.

We still have a leak, and that angers me.

When I find the traitor, I'll make them beg for mercy,

but I will not grant it.

That machine can pinpoint her location.

This chip has to be inserted directly in the machine.

At Orchestra?

Winter, I'm blown. They know I'm here.

Ms. Channing, so nice to see you again.

If she can't master this beautiful ability,

she won't be able to take on Orchestra.

Bo, it's time to practice.

Pyramid.

We can identify and locate

any telekinetic or telepathic emanation anywhere.

Can I help you?

Who are you?

Dani.

I just want her to be the best version of herself.

She can't practice all the time.

The only way to get better is practice.

She practices every day. Kid's got to have a life.

You know how competitive it is.

You think there's a future for a second-tier violin player?

She's 14.

You have her whole life already planned for her.

Why don't you ask her what she wants?

She gets older, she can make those decisions for herself.

We've had this conversation a thousand times, Su-bin.

It's okay.

And we always get to the same place.

- This is what is best for her. - Even if she hates it?

Ask her.

Ask her if she likes practicing seven days a week.

Go on, ask her.

You love playing, don't you, honey?

I don't love only playing.

- Oh, ow! - I'm sorry!

- I'm so sorry! - Dad!

Tate.

- Come on, kid, concentrate. - I can't concentrate.

Yeah, 'cause you're daydreaming.

I know what you're doing.

I just saw something really bad, Tate.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Someone's gonna get hurt...

Or we could get hurt unless you get stronger.

Maybe even killed.

Come here.

Who could get killed?

I don't know her name.

Do you recognize her?

No.

It felt real,

like it could happen.

Do you think it could?

Look, I...

I have no idea.

Each day, I get a little less sure about a lot of things,

but I know this.

Channing's gone,

and there's no telling what they're doing to her,

so we need to be ready in case those guys come after us.

Maybe we can get her back. That's what you want, right?

I know it is.

So do I.

Okay?

Do it again.

Her readings are the strongest we've seen since Bo.

She's a runaway? Alone?

Homeless, from what we can tell.

Building's condemned,

and we have her under discreet surveillance.

You realize what this could mean if it's true?

Hey, be careful, Roman.

Anyone home?

That's none of your business.

You're right. It isn't.

My apologies.

Sorry to show up uninvited.

I didn't mean to startle you.

What do you want?

I just want to help you.

I don't want help.

I'm 19. I'm an adult.

You're living here with no family, no friends.

No resources.

I'm done with foster care. I'm done with group homes.

I'm not going back.

Good.

Good for you. You shouldn't.

I didn't come here to debate your independence.

I came here to let you know that you're not alone.

I know why you're here.

And why's that?

You're here because of what I can do.

Did you read my mind?

Your name is Roman Skouras.

Your mother's named Evelyn, father, Ronald.

You were born in Oak Park, Illinois, December 1, 1954.

Seems like I've come to the right place.

I'm sorry. I can't do it.

Don't say "can't." Can't never could.

I can't stop thinking about that girl.

Then block it out. I'm serious, Bo.

Skouras and his people, they aren't fooling around.

I know, but...

I don't want to hear any buts.

Our lives are at stake here. Your life.

So we're just gonna keep doing this thing

over and over again until you can do your thing

on command every single time.

I need to find the girl in the car.

Her life is at stake!

No!

Fine.

You asked for it.

That's not even funny. Put it down.

Mm.

Okay, fine.

So this girl from your dream, assuming she's real...

- how are we supposed to find her? - She plays the violin.

- Violin. That narrows it down. - She has black hair.

Black hair.

She's a little bit taller than me.

Tall.

And her name is Margaret.

- Oh, so the kid has a name now. - Course she has a name.

I mean, who doesn't?

What?

- Do you hear that? - Hear what?

The music.

The music? No. Where are you going?

Do not walk away from me when I'm ta...

You did not just do that.

You better be on your way.

I'm at the loft, actually.

Taking it apart as we speak.

Lila, no. No, no, no.

You're worried about Channing.

Skouras will have had her read, I'm sure of it.

Who does he have that can read minds?

Well, Mr. Tate, there are several people

who have demonstrated that ability.

I've seen it done.

- And the safe house? - Compromised.

Support network's gone.

- So we're on our own. - Yes, we are, Mr. Tate.

- How's Bo? - Stubborn.

Yes, she is.

- She practicing? - Oh, yeah, no.

She's practicing, all right.

Good.

Mr. Tate, you take care of her.

This is the last you'll hear from me for a while.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

Take a good look. We will not be back.

I assume you were briefed by Director Lofton.

We know Ms. Channing was apprehended here on campus.

Why was she here?

Spying, I imagine.

That's one of the secrets I'm hoping she'll reveal.

I know Ms. Channing.

She worked here for me for several years.

She's a tough nut.

Traditional methods of interrogation

won't extract a confession.

I'm sorry, "traditional methods"?

I'm not sure what you're implying.

Yes, well, I could turn her over to you and your agency.

You'd interrogate her, she'd plead the fifth,

and after four or five years of appeals,

she'd cut a deal and go to prison for 20 years,

by which time, Winter and Bo would be long gone,

and that is unacceptable.

Right, so you want to bring someone in...

I want to bring in one of my subjects, yes.

You want to bring in one of your sub...

He wants to bring in someone to read Channing's mind.

That was amazing.

Thanks.

I made a mistake in the second phrase.

Sounded perfect to me.

Bo?

Hey, have you guys seen a little girl?

- Brown hair? - No.

No? No?

You must be Margaret.

We're crossing a line.

This is a classified operation,

has been from the beginning.

You know that.

Hello, Ms. Channing.

You have the distinction of being the first terrorist

to ever surrender her secrets without having to confess.

This is Jacob Eckstein, one of our finest discoveries.

You know, this process can be a bit destructive,

so I'm offering you the chance to do this the easy way.