The first 200 lines.
They've come for him. The family, everyone there, they're in danger.
And I'm going to get him back there.
-We're taking him home? -Something happened...
...between them.
There is no Angela Adams anymore.
This is a family story.
Cheryl, you understand how this works.
Sometimes I have to do things that I can't talk about with you.
When are we gonna see you again?
The army is gonna burn this place to the ground.
-Em, you can't stay here. -I have to stay.
My brother is gone.
As for the two Americans you brought here.
They are in the United States now,
working on your orders to defuse the threat we face.
You're gonna ask me to help them.
I sure am.
-You okay? -Yeah. Yeah.
Whatever the two of you were after, you got a lot closer than Pavlovich liked.
The bigger problem is that Emily's lifeline is dead on the ground over there.
I am as a child.
And everything is new.
I hear the words spoken of you in mourning...
but they have no meaning.
A language I feel I should know,
but do not yet understand.
I feel their reverence for you.
I feel their loyalty.
I feel their love.
But the words are just sounds.
The movement of air.
So I will say goodbye to you in my own way.
The way I said goodbye to her.
I do not know you.
Which is to say, I do not know the things about you
one might say are important to defining you.
But maybe there's a different way of knowing.
A much older way...
from when all we knew was the deep, dark sea.
And senses long since forgotten.
To feel another pass by unseen
for an instant.
And know if it is something to fear...
something to fight...
or something more rare.
To know that thing in the dark is something to hold on to...
for as long as you can.
I know that you are all three of those things to me.
As fractured of an answer as I am of a question.
But I'm grateful we passed each other in the darkness.
Even if for just an instant.
So I will be here until the pieces are assembled.
Wherever you are,
wherever you are going...
when you see her...
please be kind to her.
I think she was maybe just as fractured as we are
and doing the best she could.
And tell her I found my way home.
What did you say to him?
I told him that Tarik loves him
and will keep him safe...
but that he's going to be very scared.
And he's going to feel very alone.
And it's gonna hurt.
It's not good to lie to a kid.
Not when the truth is important.
And not when you anticipate them becoming an adult
that you'd like to be able to look in the eyes one day.
All of those things are true.
And Tarik will protect him.
He loves him.
I am hopeful...
on the other side of this,
that you will have a chance to get to know him.
You are alike in so many ways.
What?
I am very much alone.
Look, I need a plumber.
You said he'd be here in 30 minutes, and that was two and a half hours ago.
Yeah, I-- I tried that.
No, I tried that too.
Listen, I know you're trying to help, but there are some things
I need an actual human being to be physically present for.
Cheryl?
Harold?
Oh, my God.
- Oh. - Oh.
Oh, my God.
I'm sorry I didn't call ahead.
Who are you talking to?
Oh, Jesus. Hold on.
No, not you. I-I gotta go, but can you just get the plumber here?
-No, no, no, no, no. Wait. -What?
Just tell him not to come. I need to talk to you.
Um...... No, actually, tell him we figured it out.
Yeah, have a good night. What's happening?
Listen, I need to remind you of something you already know.
-Why would you need to-- -My second set of vows to you.
The ones I made right after our wedding.
I promised you that I would leave my work at the door.
That it would never interfere with our family.
But that...
Some things happened outside that door
that I wouldn't be able to tell you about.
That's about to get more complicated than it's ever been.
Is Angela all right?
- I believe so, yes. - But...
I don't have her.
She's in Afghanistan.
She's in danger. And right now, so am I.
I need you to grab the go bag for you and Henry.
I wanna put you in a hotel for a few days.
- Harold-- - The two of you will be safe there.
-I just need to be careful. -H-Harold, Henry isn't here.
What? It's-- It's late. Where is he?
Henry doesn't live here anymore.
- Who is it? - It's-- It's okay.
-They're with me. -With you? Who's with you?
What do you mean Henry doesn't live here anymore?
Harold!
You were gonna wait outside until I explained it to her.
-There's no service in your driveway. I couldn't wait. -Oh, a dead spot.
It's hard enough to get to her, I can't be sitting out there waiting.
-We need to warn her. -No.
Yeah, you're right.
This is Angela's father.
Oh.
Nice to meet you.
No, uh... No names.
It's better no names just now.
Keep trying her. I need a minute, then we need to go.
I don't want that car sitting in the driveway any longer than it has to.
I still need something to change into.
Take what you want. Right upstairs.
First door on the right.
What time is it there?
Morning.
It's just hard to get through there. It's so far away from anything.
We blew it.
She needs to get out of there.
What happens to him?
Him who?
To Morgan.
Uh, the staff will find him in the morning,
by which point we shouldn't be anywhere near here.
I know. I know. I know.
I barely knew him.
How did this happen?
I don't know.
What do you think, then?
Uh... Oh, darn. I think, uh...
I think he was onto something.
I think Pavlovich
really is trying to get control of Hamzad's mineral deposits.
Yeah.
Bote got too close.
Pavlovich needed him out of the way, but...
But?
To take the old man out, and do it on US soil.
The blowback from that, that's...
That's not a thing you do to make money from mineral rights.
There's something going on here we don't understand yet.
What did that mean?
"Henry doesn't live here anymore."
Please don't tell me you sent him--
-He's with Curt and Lois. -Shit, Cheryl.
He will be staying there for a while. It's what's best for him.
-Cheryl, he is not-- -I'm sorry.
I asked you very directly, "Are we seeing you again?"
I asked you very directly,
"Are you confident we'd be seeing Angela again?"
-And you didn't answer me. -I couldn't answer.
Look, I'm not blaming you. I'm not litigating.
I agreed to play by these rules, to live without answers.
I signed up for this.
I'm not going anywhere.
But Henry is just a little boy.
He didn't sign up for this.
I just met Angela's father for the first time,
and you don't want me to know his name?
Henry needs to be able to ask questions and get answers.
And right now...
And I love you, Harold,
and it kills me to say this,
but right now, we can't do that for him.
Curt and Lois are assholes.
To us. Not to him.
They're his grandparents too.
Used to be easier to pretend
that your work stopped at the door.
We let Angela in because...
Oh, I don't know why.
By the time we realized we'd made an exception,
she just fit with us.
And with Chip.
But now...
...I'm trying really hard, Harold.
But I am drowning
in the absence of answers.
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