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- Previously on "The Family"... - What does he look like?
H-He has holes in his face.
Anyone who has ever worked at this refinery
could've known how to get into that tunnel.
Oh! Oh, God.
You are early.
I couldn't wait to see my baby.
- Aww. - Both my babies.
I am announcing my candidacy for governor.
Could I have a minute alone? Just a minute?
Bridey: The older brother's not totally sure Adam is Adam.
How the hell did you get that?
Julia: Would you consider your neighbor Hank Asher a monster?
Yeah, absolutely. Yes, yes, I would.
If he had been chipped
after being convicted of his first sex offense,
we could've cleared him.
- When did it start? - What?
You sleeping with the dad.
Few months after.
Just wondering if it ever clouded your vision.
I'm sorry for what happened to you.
You happened to me.
Your family happened to me.
Why did you confess?
They had stuff on me.
We stopped looking because you said you killed him.
I didn't lock the boy in a basement.
No. You just made sure that he stayed there.
Claire: Most of us never find out what we're really made of.
If we could lift a car off someone...
... save a life...
... take one.
If they cut you open, what would they find...
... I'll tell you if you're a mother.
Hank: You're not on my list.
I get to choose who visits me.
It's the little things.
I was recently elected mayor.
I don't have to be on a list.
That would explain it.
Where's my son?
What did you do with his body?
I can't help you with that.
I'm not asking for an apology.
I don't want to see you cry or beg.
I just want to have a funeral for my child
with a body in the casket.
That's all I need from you. Do you understand me?
So what did you do with him after you murdered him?
I can't help you with that.
We're done here.
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Cover of "The Trib," "USA Today,"
"The Herald," "The Post,"
"New York Times"... page three over the fold...
- Well, no one reads that one. - I do.
You'll get the endorsement, Simpson drops out,
then it's just you against Lang.
An incumbent governor with very deep pockets.
Whose track record we can play like a dart board.
Please. You're the next governor of Maine, mother.
It's...
Danny: Good morning.
Morning.
- Morning. - Morning.
You want coffee or anything before you go?
Um...
Danny...
This is Bridey. From high school.
She's not a hooker.
Oh.
Why don't you sit, honey?
Who wants waffles?
If it's not too much trouble...
Seriously?
Go see if Adam's hungry, will you?
Yeah. Go see if Adam's hungry.
I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
Yes, it is.
It'll come off.
You don't have to do that.
You shouldn't be here.
It's not coming off.
Claire: Adam!
Please.
Go.
Hey.
You look like you ate one of those vegan muffins Teresa made.
Very upsetting.
An 8-year-old boy was snatched
from Rosemont Park an hour ago.
His mother assaulted and knocked unconscious.
Looks just like Adam.
M.O.'s the same, too...
broad daylight in a public park.
Jane: Doug, where have you been?
- - I sent you like 20 texts this morning.
- What were you... - Everything looks terrific, girls.
Doug?!
Think it's a copycat?
Well, some guy's watching the news, decides to take a kid
the exact same way Adam Warren was taken?
Maybe.
What if it's not a copycat?
He lost Adam...
so he found himself a new one.
What kind of sick, depraved monster...
It wasn't enough for him to kill a child?
That didn't get his rocks off?
Tonight?
Well, then, have one. Why can't we just...
I'm not burying an empty coffin, John!
Got to move on.
It's been almost two years.
Sorry if I'm not grieving gracefully enough for you.
- - Woman: Mayor Warren, can you comment?
Is it true the police suspect the same man
who took Adam may also be...
That's unconfirmed.
You're proposing a law to chip sex offenders.
Would that have helped at all in this case?
There's a child missing. We're not gonna politicize that.
Scotty: We got job growth locked down, governor,
but we need to shore up our position on crime.
A few juicy sound bites can go a long way.
Yeah, well, I'm not gonna do that today.
Claire Warren has made crime an issue.
- I'm not gonna talk about it. - But she's talking about it.
So, let her talk about it.
Mayor Warren, have you spoken to the Daniels family yet?
Obviously, I can imagine what they're going through.
I want to point out that the police have issued
an amber alert for a white van
with the license plate beginning with "3JKE."
She's a one-trick pony, Scotty...
a lightweight, small-town mayor
running a one-issue campaign.
Believe me... people are gonna get tired
of sex offenders and microchips.
So, let her jump through her pretty hoops
and her pretty ring.
And when the kids are done clapping
for the pretty, pretty pony,
we will get down to the real issues.
It's enough already!
No parent should have to go through this nightmare.
And if the man who took Brian is watching right now,
I want you to listen to me very carefully.
You are on borrowed time.
We may not know your name or where you live,
but we know who you are.
And we will find you.
Isn't this a press conference?
Yes, sir.
So, where's the damn press?
Sources say they have reason to believe...
She made me a latte this morning...
- ... the kidnapping may be connected... - ... with almond milk.
... to the Adam Warren case.
What does your bang buddy think?
He's suspicious, but he's too close to it to tell.
So, he lets the fox into the henhouse
to figure it out for him.
That's ballsy.
Somebody get me an almond-milk latte.
- Gus! - What?
- It's his family. - So?
So, I promised him I would give him a heads up
before we ran with anything.
Well, I didn't.
You try a pressure wash?
- What? - On your garage.
Probably take some paint off,
but better than what's on it now.
Hank Asher, right?
You've been served with a restraining order.
You're not to come in contact with or disturb the peace
of John and Claire Warren or anyone in their family,
including their son Adam.
He came over here.
100 yards, okay?
They live across the street.
Then don't go past that tree.
So, we found four surveillance cameras near the park.
My team's already combing through the footage.
Anything on the license plate?
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