A white luxury sports car glides to the curb. MR. BLANK (40s) steps out and strolls down the street. Immaculately dressed head-to-toe in crisp white — Cuban hat, tailored suit, monogrammed pocket square, and a white cloth face mask he wears like armor. Posh. He stops in front of a 50's style diner. "The Great Pretender" by THE PLATTERS faintly plays from inside the diner. He pulls out a handkerchief from his inside pocket, grabs the door handle and opens the door.

An old style All-American 50's diner. It is deserted. The neon open sign glows back into the room. The smell of burgers and fries permeates the air. CYNTHIA (60s), wipes the counter. She looks up, looks at Blank. She continues to wipe the counter. She then looks back up at him. Nobody like this ever shows up here.

A dusty jukebox sits near the door.

Blank sits at a corner table in the back of the diner. He seems to be waiting for someone. His eyes are fixed on the front door. He ritually wipes each piece of silverware. He glances at his phone, which of course is in a white case. CYNTHIA, the waitress interrupts him.

Blank looks up from his phone, realizing he's being addressed. He glances for a moment then looks back at his phone.

Blank speaks in short, clipped phrases, British, all business. Voice low. Precise. He says only what he means.

She walks away. A bell rings at the entrance. Blank stares back at his phone and continues to wipe the silverware in front of him. A large, imposing figure eclipses the fluorescent light above Blank.

CONGRESSMAN VICTOR YAMMER is a sad bloated man in a crumpled up suit. He smells of entirely too much cologne and far too much unearned confidence. One wouldn't say that he's obese. He's stocky. He's huge.

He is desperate. He sits down at the table next to Mr. Blank. He pulls out an envelope with a letter and 20 $1000 bills inside.

He reads. Dissatisfied, Blank slams the letter down on the table.

Yammer leans in.

Blank smirks.

The waitress returns with cheesecake. Notices Yammer. Sets down water without a word.

Blank jots something in a tiny notepad and tears off the page. He slips her the page along with a $50 bill.

INSERT: NOTE. IF YOU WALK AWAY AND LEAVE US ALONE, THERE'S FAR MORE WHERE THAT COMES FROM.

The waitress looks at it. She heads back to the counter and continues to wipe the counter, minding her own business.

This was a hypothetical question. Blank doesn't wait for a response.

Yammer feels a pinch in his back.

Yammer can't speak or move at all. He is frozen except for the fear in his eyes.

Blank takes the letter and tears it up. He takes the pieces, pulls out a Zippo lighter and burns them to ashes. He puts the ashes in Yammer's shirt pocket. He takes his tie clip with the initials "VY" engraved on it.

Blank places the money in his coat pocket. He stands up and walks towards the door. He places $100 next to the register.

As he leaves, he touches the door jam. He takes a breath and crosses himself.

He pulls out his phone to send a text.

He opens the door.

The waitress comes out from the kitchen, sees the $100 left by the register.

She grabs her towel, walks back to the seat where Blank sat. She notices the man frozen to the chair. She then picks up the phone and calls 911.

Blank walks out of the diner. He walks a little more to his car and gets in.

Streetlights flash over Blank's car. The car revs through the curves. He is the only one on the road this night.

Blank is completely focused on the road. On the radio, a classic rock song PLAYS.

Blank pulls over to a mailbox. He pulls out his notebook and writes on it. He takes the money and the note and puts them both in a separate envelope. He puts the tie clip in a small box. He puts both in the mailbox.

Special Agent RYAN KING (Mid 40's) stirs in his bed. His room is decorated with Catholic iconography. The alarm on his phone goes off. He wakes from a dream. It's not been a peaceful sleep. He turns on his TV. He gets out of bed and stumbles to the bathroom. In the other room, a TV Anchor reports the news.

Ryan comes out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. He watches intently. TOM HAYES (Late 50's) speaks to the press.

Ryan's phone rings. It's his partner, SPECIAL AGENT JO RHODES (mid 30s, African American). Ryan answers.

SPECIAL AGENT JO RHODES (mid 30s, African American) is in charge of the scene. Local Pasadena Police are also there. Multiple CSI officers comb the scene. Jo walks over to the corner table. Jo crouches down and looks into Yammer's eyes.

Jo looks closer into his eyes.

DETECTIVE EUGENE PHLAT (Mid 40s) comes up behind her.

Jo flashes her badge to Eugene, and gestures to the body.

Eugene rolls his eyes.

Eugene scoffs and walks away.

Across the diner, AGENT SIERRA BROOKLYN (Early 40's, Latina) approaches Jo. She holds a folder.

Sierra hands her the folder.

Sierra steps back. She scans the crime scene.

A CSI Tech walks up to Jo.

RYAN KING (Mid 40's), Jo's partner, walks up behind her. He's in a nice dark blue t-shirt and jeans.

Sierra accidentally bumps into Ryan.

Ryan switches his attention to the crime scene.

He pulls out a voice recorder.

Jo gestures at the counter to Cynthia. Ryan walks over and shows his badge.

Cynthia nods.

The smell of the place doesn't sit well with Ryan's stomach.

She nods.

She motions towards the back booth.

Ryan scribbles on his notepad.

Cynthia studies his face.

Ryan's not sure how to take that. He decides to take it as a compliment.

Ryan turns to his partner.

Streetlights flash over Blank's car. The car revs through the curves. He is the only one on the road this night.

Blank is completely focused on the road. On the radio, a classic rock song PLAYS. Satisfied with a job well done.

Tom is leading a meeting of various agents.

Jo takes her time to gather her paperwork. Ryan leaves. Tom walks up to her.

Tom leaves the room. Jo takes a moment. She exhales slowly.

Jo walks into Ryan's office. It is on the surface, disorganized. The only empty space in the room is Ryan's desk. He quickly opens the shades letting the natural light come in. He's squints a little.

The room is full of Catholic iconography. Older, not of his generation. Ryan picks up a file off of his desk.

Jo gives Ryan a photo of Congressman Yammer from the crime scene.

Jo pulls out an iPad and shows Ryan a video. It's from a security camera and it's quite blurry. A ghost-like white figure walks quickly past the frame.

Jo then hands Ryan a folder with a stack of FD-302 forms.

Jo hands him the chain of custody (FD-597) form. Ryan signs it.

Jo shakes her head. She walks to the door. Before she leaves she has an important question.

Ryan pulls out his thirty day chip.

Jo smiles. She leaves the office.

Ryan stares at the video on his computer.

INSERT ON RYAN'S LAPTOP

He tries to slow it down. Going frame by frame. Half frame by half frame. He uses AI to try to get a clearer picture. A man in a white suit breezes past the frame.

He laughs at the non-existence of such a thing. He pulls out a red AA coin. Thirty days sober. He takes out a sketch pad and a pad of lined paper.

Ryan starts to sketch what he thinks the assassin could look like. As he draws, he flips the coin between his fingers. It helps him concentrate. He pours over the notes from the police file. The sketch starts to form. Ryan gets frustrated. The pencil breaks.

Ryan takes a quick deep breath.

A few hours later, Ryan completes the sketch, satisfied.

Ryan walks to his car. He gets in.

Siri fades out as Ryan daydreams.

Mr. Blank drives towards a Romanesque Revival style church. The radio plays "One More Cup of Coffee" by Dolores Scozzesi. He parks and walks into a building next to the church.

Mr. Blank walks down a long corridor towards a room with people in a circle. A sign on the door reads: "Narcotics Anonymous".

He stands in the back, next to the coffee and doughnuts. He is still wearing his mask, even though the others in the room aren't.

In a circle are several participants — among them, a man in slacks and a polo, and a woman in a hoodie and a baseball cap.

The meeting is in progress. PAUL, a group member finishes sharing his story.

The NA LEADER notices Mr. Blank still standing by the snack table.

BLANK politely shakes his head. Everyone else in the room is dressed quite unlike him. His suit is far more formal than they are used to.

CHRIS, another member of the group speaks.

The room applauds.

BLANK shakes his head again. Margaret, a veteran, speaks up.

Margaret turns an uncomfortable smile.

She gestures toward BLANK. He bows slightly instead of attempting to smile. Margaret nods back. She understands the gesture.

Blank exits during the serenity prayer.

Meg runs out to the front of the building with two cups of coffee. She sees Blank get into his car. He drives away.

She stands with one cup of coffee too many.

Blank doesn't hesitate.

Blank pulls over to the side of the road for safety. He looks at his phone.

A woman faces the ocean in the distance. Ryan is standing far away. The air chills. The tide laps around them.

Her voice becomes the only sound. She vanishes into the darkness again, a guardian unseen.

Ryan is not having a restful sleep. He wakes up from his dream. The sound of a seagull faintly is heard. He feels oddly cold. He rubs his eyes.

He lifts his arm up to look at his smart watch.

Ryan notices the time. He has plenty of time to get to his appointment.

Ryan eats his breakfast. He flips his coin in between his fingers. His counter is cleaner than usual. The cabinets are freshly empty. Signs of a man freshly in recovery.

He flashes back to his daughter Eva's birthday.

It's EVA'S (25) birthday party. A banner hangs over the back yard that reads "HAPPY 25th Birthday!" Party music plays over the speakers.

Everyone else tries to enjoy the party for her sake. They whisper to each other in discomfort.

Eva walks over to a private corner of the yard and stares into space. Ryan, Eva's father is passed out drunk on a chair in the corner. JACK walks up to Eva and hands her a drink.

Jack wakes Ryan up from his drunken stupor and tries to walk him inside so Ryan can sleep off the booze.

He pushes Jack off of him. Jack falls down. Ryan's vision starts off blurry, but comes to focus.

Eva walks over to a private corner of the yard and stares into space.

Eva's sister, the same person we meet at the NA Meeting, sits with Eva. Eva breaks down into tears. We stay focused on Eva's face during this.

Ryan, still a little drunk. He wakes up to see Eva cleaning up from the party, angry.

Eva starts to boil. Beat.

Eva comes over to Ryan and gives him a hug. Close up on Eva's face as she whispers:

Eva pushes Ryan away hard. Ryan tries not to let go but gives up. She slaps Ryan in the face and storms out of the room.

Ryan sees a bottle of Jack Daniels on the bar in the corner of the room. He polishes off the bottle and drops it on the floor. As he stumbles to the front door, he waits, tries to gain composure and then starts to cry. He opens the door and stumbles out of the house.

FADE TO BLACK:>

Ryan writes a letter to Eva. He looks at his chip for a moment. He places his chip and the letter inside an envelope.

He sighs.

On his plate is a couple of hard-boiled eggs and avocado. He finishes his breakfast.

Ryan drives up to a mailbox, places the letter inside. He crosses himself and drives away.

Ryan arrives at the building where his therapist is. After he opens the door, he grabs on to the door jam. He waits a long moment.

Ryan sighs and walks inside the building to see his therapist, Dr. Cordelia Grynn.

CORDELIA, mid 50s, is seated in a chair across from Ryan, who is lying on a therapist couch. She is professionally dispassionate, as some therapists are. The office is comfortable, dimly lit, with books on a bookshelf. There are lots of pictures on the wall. Very typical of a hypnotherapist's office.

Cordelia nods.

Cordelia seems rattled. Beat.

Ryan notices her reaction. He tries to recover.

Ryan nods.

Ryan thinks for a moment.

Ryan rubs his temples.

Cordelia rushes to change the subject.

Cordelia pulls out a tuning fork. She strikes it with a metal bar. Ask she speaks, about every 15 seconds, she strikes the bar again.

Slowly, Ryan goes under. We slowly...

BLANK is sitting at a table outside of Casey's Pub. He is sitting eating his breakfast. Two scrambled eggs and bacon. No toast.

A few tables over, a woman in a dark jacket reads from a paper folder. She wears sunglasses. There is a coffee cup in front of her. She doesn't look up.

He flips through his phone. A man walks towards the pub from up the street. He is dressed in a jet-black Armani suit. Quite stylish. As he passes, BLANK makes sure to take a picture of him. The stranger doesn't seem to notice. The stranger then slaps a waiter on her butt. When she tries to defend herself, the man turns and stares right through her. She turns around and goes into the pub.

BLANK looks back at his phone.

BLANK writes a note on the receipt and places a $50 bill on the table. He picks up the white napkin out of his lap, folds it into quarters and places it in his coat pocket.

Cordelia takes a mallet and strikes a meditation bowl.

Ryan wakes up slowly. The room is hazy. He rubs his eyes and the room clears up. He clears his throat.

After Ryan leaves, Cordelia presses a button on her phone. She's taking a voice note.

She takes out her notebook and takes notes about the session.

Eva is dressed as though she's coming home from a long day at the office. Eva checks the mailbox and notices a small box. There's no return address, but she opens it anyway. Inside the box is a coin. There's also a small note included.

She almost throws the letter away, but she decides to read on. She pulls out a coin from the envelope. It is an AA Chip - 30 days. Eva walks to her house.

Eva throws the coin at the wall. She starts to cry again. She walks over to the bar and pours herself some vodka into a cup and lifts it to her mouth. After a long beat, Eva realizes that she's becoming like her father. She smiles, realizing her dad is finally making an effort as well. She walks over to the coin, picks it up and starts shuffling it in her fingers.

Ryan decides to revisit the diner hoping to find more information. He walks in.

The owner of the restaurant is working at the counter today. It's Margaret.

Meg turns around with bitter recognition.

Ryan clearly is surprised by this.

Uncomfortable silence fills the space between them.

Ryan balls his fists. He realizes it and relaxes them.

Without saying a word, Ryan turns around and leaves. Meg picks up the phone.

Margaret hangs up the phone and starts to cry.

Ryan drives away from the diner. The stress of the conversation with Margaret weighs heavy on him. Absent minded, he pulls into a parking lot of a local pub. He parks and walks into the pub.

He sits at the bar.

Ryan nods. The bartender gives him a double shot of whiskey. Ryan lifts to his mouth. He stops, puts the drink down. He puts $20 on the bar. He walks out of the bar and drives home.

Ryan is exhausted. His hands are shaking. He picks up his phone and calls the group leader for his anger management group.

Ryan hangs up the phone. He breathes hard and heavy. He squeezes his fists and opens them repeatedly.

He takes one long breath, exhales and calms down. He opens up his laptop to continue working on his case. He leans slightly in to study the video. He goes frame by frame, hoping to find something new.

Ryan slams his hand on the table.

He breathes another long breath and exhales.

Bureau chief TOM HAYES (Late 50's) walks in to the room.

Tom leaves. Ryan yawns. It's been a long day. He leaves.

Jo sits down in bed under the covers. Reading glasses on. She continues to work the case.

Jo smiles. It is Margaret.

Margaret smiles.

Jo nods.

Margaret sits up on the edge of the bed turned away from Jo.

Margaret smiles.

Margaret leans in for a very romantic kiss. Jo returns it.

As Mr. Blank drives the phone pings. He pulls over to the side of the road, pulls out his phone and starts texting.

Blank smiles and pats his jacket pocket.

Blank parks his car in the parking structure. He enters the hotel.

Blank walks through the lobby and gets in the elevator. As it reaches the top floor, club music swells through the doors. The elevator door opens to...

Blank walks out into the fancy nightclub. The Glass Ceiling is a typical LA rooftop hangout. Everyone is dressed to the nines, as if they are not taking any chances of being alone after 2:00 AM. This location is exclusive and rich as sin. Blank arrives at the bar. Blank takes out a bleach wipe, wipes the seat down and the bar area in front of him. The bartender approaches. She stares Blank up and down as though he's a new conquest.

The bartender pours the juice into a tall glass and hands it to Blank. Gives him a receipt. Has the bartenders cellphone written on it.

Blank's phone pings.

Blank glances around the nightclub and finds his target. He is a large man dressed impeccably in an Armani suit. He is looking out over the city. Blank comes up behind him and brushes a hand across the back of his neck — his ring's micro needle reaching for skin. Armani doesn't turn, and speaks to Blank.

The ring's micro needle scrapes uselessly against Armani's jacket. The fabric doesn't give. As Armani turns around, he speaks almost in a whisper. Armani turns to face Blank. The face is entirely covered, in something. For the first time, Blank is startled.

The man leans into Blank.

Blank looks around again. At many points around the bar there are men dressed much like Armani. What kind of a place is this? What kind of a party is this? Blank makes a quick exit. Blank bumps into one of the waitstaff, SALLY (Mid-20s). She watches him walk out, with interest.

Blank pulls out his phone.

Blank's breath speeds up slightly. He feels uneasy. He gets angrier.

Blank gets into his car and drives away.

Crowley comes out from the shadows and sends a text.

Ryan is sleeping with his head slumped at his dining room table. His laptop is asleep too; and his laptop sorely is in need of a charge. His phone alarm goes off. He stops the alarm. His phone rings. He looks at his watch. If he doesn't leave now, he'll be late to his Anger Management meeting.

Ryan walks down a long corridor. At the end of the hall is a small table. He picks up a couple of pamphlets and opens the door. A sign on the door reads: "Anger Management Support Group".

He reaches for the door knob but he grabs the door jam first. He takes a deep breath and opens the door.

The group therapy session is in progress. Ryan walks over to the group and sits.

Sally, the waitress from the rooftop bar, is already sharing..

As Sally speaks, Ryan's eyes widen.

Ryan takes a deep breath. Sally finishes her share. The group is silent. The leader looks at Ryan. She knows Ryan too well. She glances at Ryan to remind him. Ryan silently acknowledges.

As the Serenity Prayer goes Ryan takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. Then we....

Ryan helps clean up the snack table. He grabs the trash can and begins to take it to the back. The Group Leader interrupts.

Ryan nods.

The meeting ends. The people clear out of the room.

Sally sits on the steps outside the building.

Ryan, notices Sally. He had been distracted, but feels a little more present now.

Sally is grateful.

Ryan walks to his car and leaves. He's processing the group meeting. Instead of turning the car on, he reclines his seat, breathes slowly and closes his eyes to rest.

CROWLEY (Early 50's) is sitting at a table with a chess board. He is Ryan's handler. Chess pieces are set up on the board. Blank walks up to the table. He pulls out his handkerchief and places it on a seat and sits across from Crowley. Blank is clearly aggravated. Blank clears his throat. Crowley looks up.

Blank knocks over the Queen and King. He storms off.

He walks to his car. Takes a deep breath.

Before he enters the car, he takes a deep breath, trying to shake off his nerves before driving.

Blank drives away. He closes the windows to mask out the noise of the rush hour cars. He is not okay.

A cork board is on the wall, full of investigation materials. Ryan's sketch pinned at the center.

The living room is a disaster. The victim of Ryan's investigation.

Ryan is sitting across from Jo.

Ryan pushes a printout of the sketch he's been working on. The sketch is of a man finely dressed, wearing a mask.

Ryan waits for a moment, remembering he wanted to ask Jo a personal question.

Jo winks at Ryan. Ryan manages a smile. Jo leaves.

Ryan's phone rings. Conversation is over the phone.

Ryan is caught off guard.

Eva bites her nails nervously. She paces rhythmically.

Ryan and Eva talk over the phone.

Ryan tries to sleep on the couch.

He dozes off.

The sounds of the ocean permeate into Ryan's dream. A woman faces the ocean in the distance. It is dusk. Ryan is standing far away. The breeze blows gently onto Ryan's face.

She turns to Ryan and smiles.

She turns back to the ocean.

The sounds of the waves and the wind fade. Her voice becomes the only sound. She vanishes into the darkness again.

The doorbell rings and wakes Ryan. He turns on the lights in the living room.

He opens the door. It's Sierra.

Ryan nods, steps aside. She enters, glancing around, absorbing the space with an intensity that isn't just professional.

Ryan hands her a folder. She takes it but doesn't open it.

Sierra turns before she leaves.

Ryan goes still. Breath short.

Ryan blinks. The word has rattled something deep.

Sierra slowly hands him her card. A moment of silence. Something unspoken passes between them.

She exits. Ryan closes the door. A beat. He stares at the card... then collapses.

Blank is casing the hotel waiting for clues of the whereabouts of the Armani man. He sits in a van owned by The Organization. He listens to a jazz station. Be-bop surrounds the car. The station changes format for the next hour. Old Latin standards from the 30s and 40s. Similar types of music.

Blank is lost in the music. The music fades into haze. Blank starts to sweat. The voice on the radio becomes echoey.

~Se segura malandro ~Pois malandro que é malandro não se estora ~Se segura malandro ~Pois malandro que é malandro não se devora

Blank's vision gets hazier and hazier.

~Se segura malandro pois um dia há de chegar ~A sua hora, hora, hora, hora

The lyrics hit him hard.

~Vai cantar, vai brincar sem fantasia ~Vai chorar de amor e de alegria ~Pois ela vai voltar prá alegrar seu coração ~Pois ela vai voltar pra dar vida nova ~No seu barracão

A thud hits the floor in the darkness.

Ryan runs into Jo's office. He is clearly panicked.

Ryan just stares.

Ryan panics more. Hearing that phrase again.

Ryan doesn't finish the sentence. He leaves the room.

Ryan sits in on the stairs. He puts his head between his knees. He breathes deeply. His heart racing.

A door opens slowly. It's Sierra. She walks to Ryan and sits down next to him. He looks up at her, confused. He looks away.

Sierra puts her arm around Ryan's shoulders as if to comfort him.

He still doesn't speak.

Ryan instantly looks focused. Calm.

Ryan once again looks confused.

Sierra watches over Ryan. He's sleeping on the couch in his office. Ryan wakes up, but he is dazed. However, something is different. He isn't Ryan's usual self.

Blank is unused to being unsure of his surroundings. He straightens up. He then leans forward. He is dizzy. Sierra sits in a chair at the other end of the office.

He looks around him, confused.

Sierra looks for recognition. There is none.

She hands Blank the file.

Quick flashbacks to Casey's Pub and the NA meeting. Sierra was there.

Sierra places the file in front of him.

She closes her eyes.

She turns away.

Blank opens the file. He blacks out.

We are now in Ryan's home when he was young. Blank sits in the corner. The radio plays top 40 in the background. Ryan sits with his parents eat dinner, like they do every night. It seems like the perfect picture of a perfect family.

At that moment the power to the house is cut.

Blank walks down a dark and drippy passage way, hearing noises behind a closed door. The plumbing above him leaks. He closes his eyes, opens them.

He appears in a dimly lit room. Blank walks further into the room. In front of him he sees a boy about the age of 15-16 strapped to a chair. A woman looms over him. A two way intercom is in front of the child.

The figure pushes a button and the boy jerks backwards. Electricity surges through him. His skin crackles while the wires spark.

She.

The child squirms. He tries to speak.

Mother May I leans into the child.

The child's parents are on separate monitors in separate rooms. They are being slowly tortured. The child watches in terror, but cannot look away. His head is secured by straps to force him to look forward. He blinks his eyes and then can't blink at all. He is now the child in the chair, watching his parents being tortured to death.

She looks at Mr. King's monitor.

She pushes a switch and Ryan's parents scream. The charge of electricity was increased with every switch the she pushes. Ryan has been forced to look at every slice, every prod, every painful cry. Furthermore, his parents are seeing the assault on their child live, making the torture all the more painful.

The woman ignores him. Waiting.

Ryan stares at the monitors in horror. He can't look away.

She keeps reciting nursery rhymes.

Ryan watches his parents get electrified where they sat. The figure leans into young Ryan's ear

The screens go black. The lights in the room go dark. Flash grenades go off. People in dark clothes fly in through the ceiling. A gun goes off and the shadowy figure falls to the floor.

Ryan sits on a set stairs outside. He was taken there by who he thought were his saviors. Above him a flickering fluorescent light buzzes. His arms are tightly wrapped around his knees, rocking slowly. Muffled voices echo around him. He closes his eyes.

Silence.

Then — a cool breeze kisses Ryan's face.

Ryan's eyes open. Bright lights surround him as Organization agents swarm the scene. Ryan is somewhat blinded by the lights. He shades his eyes. A man walks towards him in a blur. As he approaches, we discover it's Crowley. He blocks the lights from Ryan. Crowley comes into focus.

Young Ryan, still a teenager, sits in a waiting room eyes glazed over. His parents sit across from him, hoping for an answer. The therapist's door opens.

Mrs. King turns to Ryan.

Ryan stares straight forward. Unmoving. Ryan sits nearly catatonic in the chair next to his parents. He nods. His parents leave him with the doctor alone.

Cordelia sits. She leans forward and studies Ryan. Her hands are folded, except for her forefingers pointed upwards together.

She leans closer to Ryan.

Ryan breaks focus. Stares right at Cordelia.

She pulls out a tuning fork.

Ryan stares at the doctor for a few minutes, and nods.

Ryan nods again.

Ryan goes blank. He stares ahead as if at attention. A man comes out of a back door.

Ryan floats through suppressed memories.

Cordelia talks to Ryan's parents in their living room. Ryan is sitting at the dinner table trying to focus on homework, unsuccessfully.

Cordelia pulls out a tuning fork, hits it three times.

MR. KING ^ That will be fine.

Cordelia walks up to Ryan. He is at attention from the tuning fork.

They leave the house together. No suitcase, no bags. The angel from Ryan's dreamscape speaks disembodied.

Ryan and Cordelia ride in the back seat of a black SUV. Ryan stares straight ahead with no emotion.

Sierra sits next to Ryan. After a time, he finally speaks.

Ryan looks into the window between his office and the outside. In the reflection, Mr. Blank sits where Ryan is. Ryan's demeanor has changed.

Blank/Ryan nods, gets up from the couch and pushes the crown on his watch. The dark suit switches over to white as though mirrors flip over, looking like the game of Othello.

Blank and Sierra pour through Blank's previous jobs. He looks at the last one. Congressman Yammer.

Ryan somehow felt comforted in the idea that his alter Blank did everything that he did because he thought it was right.

Ryan looks up the Congressman online. He spends a few minutes reading news about him.

Ryan closes his eyes. Blank speaks.

Ryan and Blank are freely switching between each other now. Sierra watches in wonder.

Ryan pushes the crown on his watch. The suit Ryan wears changes to grey, instead of white.

Ryan, in his new grey suit, walks out of the door of his building. Sierra follows him. They walk down the street to the white sports car. They get in. Sierra drives.

Ryan stares out of the window at the road as they pass. The rhythm of the road lulls him. He closes his eyes. He opens them again.

Ryan's eyes close again.

The store is about to close. A young Sierra comes out of the back of the store. MARTA (40s) and CARLOS (40s), Sierra's parents, are closing the store. Sierra sits at a table doing homework.

Sierra turns. A man wearing a ski mask bursts through the back office door. He has a gun and a gym bag.

Carlos puts everything from the jewelry cases in the bag. Sierra falls to the floor in fear.

Marta freezes.

He knocks everything off of the display in front of him. The items crash to the floor. Marta shakes.

Marta goes to the safe. She nervously fumbles with the dial on the safe.

Carlos tries to hit the silent alarm. The robber sees him.

The robber panics and shoots Carlos in the chest three times.

The robber then turns to Marta and shoots her in the chest. The robber is shaking. He points the gun at Sierra. He hesitates, grabs the gym bag and runs out the back. Sierra shakes on the floor in terror.

Sirens. The police arrive to investigate. Uniformed officers swarm around an ambulance. Sierra sits in the back, wrapped with a towel. The look on her face is dead. Not angry but just blank. An officer approaches. It is Eugene, but younger.

Eugene smiles. He takes out his phone. He starts to text.

Eugene hands Sierra the phone. It rings.

Sierra's face goes dark.

Sierra smiles.

Eugene takes the phone back.

The call disconnects. Eugene turns to Sierra.

Sierra nods.

Sierra smiles and sighs.

Sierra leans into Ryan. She becomes intense.

Ryan stops before the turn up to the Organization's headquarters.

Sierra pulls out her gun. Ryan and Sierra bump fists.

Sierra gets out of the car and disappears into the brush.

Ryan turns right onto the road.

Ryan drives the car up the long road leading to the organization.

He changes his suit to all white. Now James speaks.

James drives up to a gate to the Organization headquarters. It is a large, imposing, almost Gothic estate.

There are armed men guarding the gates, and armed men walking the grounds. GUARD ONE has two Doberman Pinchers waiting at the ready. The gate keepers recognize James as Agent Blank, but demand identification anyway. Guard Two watches James intently.

Blank didn't expect this. He reaches for his identification in his suit jacket pocket.

James shows his identification. The guard radios into the mansion.

The guard radios back.

James drives up to the mansion and parks.

James walks up to the mansion doors. He's met by an older gentleman, HEWITT (Late 60's, British). He's in charge of the operations of the mansion.

Hewitt sees a speck of dust on a shelf and wipes it off.

He doesn't look at James.

Agent Blank walks into the front doors. The inside looks just as gothic. There is a long staircase to the second story. There are paintings on the walls, each having a theme of darkness versus the light.

Hewitt escorts James to the library. Hewitt puts his wrist up to a sensor and a hidden door opens up to a long hallway. The walls are white. It looks very industrial. He walks to a closed door and opens it.

Crowley is sitting at a desk. He's been waiting for Agent Blank. James sits, pretending to be still under Crowley's control.

Crowley is having none of this. He walks to the wall and hits the intercom.

Guards come in and restrain James. He leans in and whispers to James.

Crowley and the guards drag him down a long hallway, opens a door to a dark room. They close the door and lock it. Another guard injects Ryan with a sedative.

Ryan wakes up strapped down to a chair. An IV has been placed in his arm. A steady flow of amphetamines goes through Ryan's system. Ryan struggles to escape but he can't. He is left in the dark alone. Cordelia appears.

Crowley appears next to Cordelia.

Video of Ryan's parents being tortured is flashed at him.

Ryan struggles, but is unfazed. This shocks Cordelia. But she persists.

Ryan reacts. Cordelia has reached him.

Ryan is losing control.

Siobhan emerges—fierce, protective. She uses all her strength to help.

Cordelia activates the intercom.

Sierra runs into the room.

Sierra runs to Ryan and unties him.

Cordelia runs away.

Sierra reaches the intercom on the wall.

A clear liquid spills over everything electronic. It's acid. It melts whatever it touches. Sierra realizes what's happening.

Sierra grabs Crowley. They run out of the room and out of the mansion.

Ryan and Sierra walk through the mansion foyer. Everything is chemically burned. Nothing seems recoverable. They walk back outside.

Sierra drags Crowley out the building. He tries to speak. A shot rings out and hits Crowley in the head. Ryan's phone pings. He looks at the notification. "Message from Unknown".

INSERT: This isn't over, Mr. King. Not by a long shot.

In the forest surrounding the mansion, Someone holds a long range rifle. They walk towards an SUV. They put the rifle in the back seat of the car. They get in.

They start the SUV. In the rear view mirror, it's Cordelia. Her eyes smile in the reflection. As she drives she smiles fondly of the past.

Cordelia, much younger, drives down a tree lined street. She is heading to the university where she attends. It's her first day of the doctoral program at UC Berkeley. She's at once nervous and excited. She pulls over to the side of the road just outside the entrance. She is far too early.

She studies the students crossing next to the side of her car. She takes a deep breath. She drives forward. She pulls into the Hearst Avenue Entrance towards the parking structure and pulls inside. She finds a space and pulls in. She takes another deep breath.

She walks into Barker Hall. She breathes in the atmosphere. She heads to her first class.

PSYCH 292 - Introduction to the Profession of Psychology. This is a small class, so this is a small classroom. All told there is just 10 students in the classroom. As this is the first day, each student has a name badge on their shirts as does each professor. Dr. Iain Richards. Dr. Donna Stephens. Dr. Michael Wakeman. Cordelia looks around her. The other students names are SHELLEY, COLIN, PETER, JACK, MISTY, DARLENE, DAVID, SASHA, and KELLY. They are all seated in the round, with the professors sitting together. The professor hands out his syllabus. At the top of the page:

INSERT: PSYCH 292 - Introduction to the Profession of Psychology. Wednesdays - 10:00 AM.

Cordelia does not turn her head as the other students speak. She watches them with her eyes. She is on the far side from the door, which puts most of the room in her sight line.

The students start to read the syllabus.

Michael speaks up.

Cordelia gasps and then stares intently. Iain and Donna sigh. They've heard him so many times bloviating.

Each student is approximately Cordelia's age.

Cordelia giggles a little silently. The rest of class nods in agreement.

The class collectively pause. There's a weird one in every group. Sasha is that one.

Kelly deflates instantly.

As the class ends, the students ask questions from the instructors. Cordelia walks up to Michael.

Michael eats up the complementary conversation. In the corner Iain and Donna talk with each other.

Students read.

Cordelia walks into the library.

She walks over to the bookshelf and carefully selects a couple of books.

When she sits down, she re-reads Dr. Wakeman's book.

She pulls out her notebook and jots down some notes. She circles a few passages.

Her eyebrows raise. A passage has piqued her interest. She dog ears the page.

PSYCH 290 - Wakeman's Seminar. The students sit in an arc shaped formation at writing desks. There is a syllabus on each desk. Michael sits at the radial center of the formation. He is somewhat informal in his presentation. Cordelia sits rapt. He is enthusiastic and charming.

The class looks defeated except for Cordelia. She already knows what she wants to do.

The students introduce themselves. Cordelia is last.

Michael sees a kindred spirit in Cordelia. Clay to be sculpted.

Michael stands up and starts writing on the whiteboard.

The class looks even more defeated. Again, this just excites Cordelia.

Cordelia laughs silently. Michael smiles at her.

Class ends. The students leave the classroom. As Cordelia gets up to leave, Michael interrupts her.

Cordelia smiles and blushes, hoping Michael didn't notice. He definitely noticed. As Cordelia leaves, Michael opens his notebook and starts to write.

Cordelia jots notes down in a journal. Several books are on a table in front of her. She rubs her eyes and closes the journal. She looks up for the first time in an hour and sees Sasha standing in front of her.

Cordelia is slightly annoyed by the interruption but tries to remain cordial. She notices Sasha's stimming with her hair.

Sasha is visibly shaken by the response.

Sasha leaves. Cordelia considers bailing, but goes anyway.

The Bear's Lair is a popular place for students of all levels hang out at UC Berkeley. The ceilings are made of concrete and have exposed beams. Track lights illuminate the space.

The bar space is typical of most bars. Above the bar, a suspended metal rack holds rows of hanging glass mugs and white ceramic cups. Beer taps and liquor bottles line the back of the counter top. A UC Berkeley football game plays on the two monitors above the bar.

The bar is busy, even though it's a Thursday night. Undergrads and grad students alike try to relax after a long second day of study.

The Psychology Cohort sits around a large table in the corner of the bar. Cordelia stares into the distance.

The other students smile. Sasha laughs. Cordelia groans a bit.

Dave leans back to see if this conversation will turn into something more. Cordelia is mentally profiling her classmates.

Sasha changes the subject.

Cordelia perks up. This is good data.

Sasha backs off.

Cordelia sneers slightly.

Cordelia rolls her eyes. Darlene sees this as a challenge. She stands up and stares Cordelia straight into her eyes. Cordelia does not flinch.

Darlene makes a beeline for the door and leaves.

She smiles. She glances at Dave. Then at Sasha

Cordelia leaves. She walks a distance away, sits down, opens her notebook and writes down her evening's observations.

Sasha has given her monologue. She is crushed. In full tears. Everyone else but Cordelia has done the assignment. The class looks exhausted. Drained. Cordelia is the only one in the room who seems rested.

Michael scans the room. He looks at Cordelia. Instead of being just a spectator, she is taking notes.

She looks up from her notebook. She glances around the room and code switches to concern. She stands up and walks to the front of the class.

She gets to the front of the class and turns around. She takes a deep breath.

She breathes. She tests for reactions.

Kelly and Sasha looked shocked. Cordelia notices.

Cordelia looks downwards, then looks up. She's crying. She holds back tears and breathes slowly.

She smiles meekly. The rest of the class silent up until that moment, starts to clap. They get up and hug Cordelia.

The class starts to leave. Cordelia packs up her notebook.

Michael smiles at her.

Cordelia feigns shock.

Michael takes the notebook from Cordelia. He peruses it and closes it.

Cordelia waits for an answer. Michael is speechless. He's not used to this.

Michael raises his eyebrows. First he's in shock, but he considers her words. He smiles back.

Years later, Cordelia has her doctorate. She is speaking at the police academy. After she speaks, a young recruit walks up to her. It is Eugene.

Cordelia continues to pack up her bag.

She finishes and walks towards the door.

Eugene stops her.

Cordelia stops and turns to him. She waits patiently.

Cordelia is flattered.

Cordelia's eyebrows raise. She sits at a desk. Eugene sits with her. They talk.

A few years later, Cordelia's office. She stands up and opens the door. She walks into the waiting room. She speaks to Ryan.

Cordelia calls Michael.

No loose ends. Cordelia hangs up the phone.

Ryan is in collapse. Sierra sits next to him. Ryan puts his head on her shoulder. Crowley lies dead in a heap. It's pandemonium.

Ryan just rocks in his seat, much like he did when he was "recruited" by Crowley. Sierra grabs Ryan's phone. What she reads is quite disturbing.

Ryan passes out.

It is dark. Still. A shoreline at midnight, undefined. A faint shimmer on the water.

SIOBHAN stands in the tide, her long coat brushing her calves. Her hair whips in an unseen breeze. She sees him — the boy, crumpled on the sand.

She walks to him, kneels.

She takes his hands in hers — steady, warm, calloused.

The gentle breeze seems to hug closely around them. The waves crash on the shore. Slowly, her voice blends with the other sounds. She is now the only sound Ryan hears.

She vanishes.

Ryan comes to. He seems to feel better. But he's speaking in an Irish accent, and in a feminine voice.

Siobhan breathes deeply. She stares into the distance.

She looks at Sierra again.

Ryan closes his eyes. Ryan's back.

Ryan sits in silence.

Ryan closes his eyes.

Ryan smiles and winks.

Ryan as Siobhan and Sierra go inside the mansion. Siobhan heads back to the office area where they were before.

As Siobhan keeps looking from office to office, they pass by the bedrooms. Siobhan stops and looks at a bedroom. It's Ryan's.

They force the door to the bedroom open. Siobhan sits at the foot of the bed. She closes her eyes. Ryan is back and he begins to cry a bit. He looks at the corner of the room and sees a scarf.

Ryan picks up the scarf.

Cold.

He sits. He closes his eyes.

Sierra is getting used to the switches. She recognizes the phrasing. Ryan opens his eyes.

The letters HV is embroidered on the scarf.

Ryan looks at Sierra, first confused, then frustrated.

Sierra is taken aback. This the first time Ryan yelled at her this whole time.

He places his hand over his heart.

Sierra retreats a little.

Ryan and Sierra walk out of the headquarters building.

Sierra nods.

Police and FBI have arrived. Jo enters the building. Former Organization staff roam the grounds.

Eugene turns around.

Eugene rolls his eyes and walks away.

Jo locates SPECIAL AGENT MAX COSGROVE (Mid 20s), a Forensic Examiner.

Jo walks over to a DAVID, A FORMER STAFF MEMBER who is being taken care of by EMTs.

Jo realizes that's her man.

Jo leaves the compound.

Eugene overhears the conversation. He pulls out his phone.

Max is looking into a microscope. Max is the type who relates more to microscope slides than people. Jo comes in.

Max points to the report. Jo reads.

Jo stares at Max. Max stares back as if Jo already knew the rest of the story.

Max prints out the toxicology report and hands it to Jo. She leaves the lab.

Sierra sits in the passenger seat, asleep. Ryan sits in the car. James appears in the rear seat through the mirror.

They drive away through the streets of Pasadena. Classic rock PLAYS on the radio.

Sierra taps on her phone. Ryan's phone rings. He answers it on bluetooth. It's Margaret.

Margaret and Eva are at a laptop.

INTERCUT

INSERT: LAPTOP SCREEN It shows photos of Ryan as Blank in the white suit. Photos of Ryan post kidnapping. Documents about his training.

Margaret looks distressed.

She takes a deep breath.

Ryan closes his eyes quickly. James speaks.

Margaret hangs up.

Ryan still has his hand on the steering wheel. James spoke through him a moment ago. The body has returned to him. Sierra watches him for a moment.

He keeps driving.

Jo enters. Tom is at his desk with the report.

Tom processes. Then closes the folder.

She leaves.

Tom holds the closed folder. He looks at it.

Ryan and Sierra make their way north to Lake Tahoe. Sierra drives. Ryan sleeps most of the way.

Sierra and Ryan enter the café. A sign is at the desk.

INSERT: PLEASE WAIT TO BE SEATED

Sierra looks around the café. There's nearly nobody there except for a few employees.

A waitress walks up to the desk.

They both nod.

The waitress just nods.

Ryan and Sierra sit. Sierra is able to see the entire café from where she sits.

She breathes a sigh of relief.

Ryan looks at the menu. He's not very hungry.

Sierra smiles with recognition.

Ryan looks outside. He sees several people outside talking to each other.

The waitress looks at the both of them somewhat expectedly. A long beat.

Sierra keeps watch. Ryan notices.

A long beat.

Ryan looks nervous. Sierra notices. Smiles. Ryan breathes deep. Calms down.

Ryan and Sierra finish their cheesecakes. They walk up to the desk and pay the bill.

They exit into the darkness.

They walk slowly back to their room. The hotel sign lights up the parking lot.

Sierra continues her reconnaissance.

He becomes somber.

A small swings set lies at the end of their walk.

Ryan sits on the swing and begins to sway, forward, then backward.

His eyes close. A tear goes down his face. Ryan suddenly speaks in a softer, younger tone. He continues to swing back and forth.

Sierra is confused. Is it another alter?

She sits on the swing next to Ryan.

Sierra isn't prepared for this.

Ryan stares into the distance.

Ryan closes his eyes again. Another tear falls down his face. Ryan is back.

Several recruits stand at attention in Crowley's office. He reviews them. James is amongst them.

Cordelia observes from outside.

James stares at the ceiling. Another flash of anger. Then fades. His eyes dart — unfocused.

The same shore from Ryan's mind. Siobhan stands barefoot on black sand, wind tearing at her coat. The wind pushes her towards the sea.

The sky crackles — white static distorting her world.

She reaches out for a crate in front of her. She hides inside.

The crate slowly opens. Siobhan has eluded suppression. For now.

Ryan, in his early 20s, is in the middle of a room with multiple agents facing him. They start to beat the tar out of him.

One hit. Two hits.

He observes. He learns.

He takes only so much.

He's done.

Sounds of a fight.

Agent's head slams against the window to the hallway. Suddenly no noise at all.

Michael and Crowley observe the fight from the hallway. He seems proud.

Class has long since been over. Michael walks into the training room and approaches Crowley. Crowley looks up.

A long beat.

Michael walks towards the door. He doesn't look back.

Michael smiles. Ryan is perfect.

Ryan along with a few others approach the building. Ryan is in charge. He points at a couple of his men and then points at the door.

They kick in the door, guns blazing, and find kids making street drugs. The adults working there try to fight back, but the team easily take them out. Agent Crowley walks into the room. The kids were of many backgrounds, but were definitely prisoners of the facility.

Crowley sits near a few of the children and interviews them.

Cordelia approaches from behind.

Ryan approaches, he is now fully in the same suit in which we've seen Mr. Blank dressed.

As Ryan walks away, we see Crowley pull out a small notepad. He crosses off the first line in a list.

Ryan passes a younger Sierra. They catch each other's eyes. She walks up to Crowley.

Crowley is looking at video of recent recruits. A file is on his desk. The name on the file is Roberto. Crowley is on the phone with Michael.

Roberto lies on his bed staring at the ceiling. Crowley looks in the bedroom window to the hallway. Ryan/Mr. Blank stands with him. These "bedrooms" are more like well appointed cells than bedrooms. He is being conditioned. The ceiling flickers. Roberto looks like he's in a trance. Images flash on the ceiling.

Sierra and Ryan are in their hotel room. Sierra is confident about the security.

Sierra rolls up her sleeve. There is a small scar on her arm.

She takes out a pouch. It rolls out into a surgical kit.

She takes some iodine, pours it onto a tissue She rubs Ryan's arm.

She cuts open a small hole on Ryan's arm.

Ryan winces.

She inserts the scalpel and extracts the tracker.

She takes a deep breath and tosses the tracker to the floor.

She crushes it under her boot, smashing it.

Sierra stares out of the hotel window.

A gun shot rings out. Sierra and Ryan duck. The hotel window glass shatters.

They crawl to the hotel bathroom. More shots ring out. They crawl out to the hotel room hallway.

Sierra runs to the car to start it. Before Ryan can get in the car, a large shadowy figure confronts him.

It looks like Torcido. But it doesn't sound like him.

Roberto pulls out a gun.

Sierra revs the engine.

Ryan takes a deep breath. Roberto has a flash of recognition, but then nothing.

Ryan's eyes close and reopen.

Roberto's breath leaves him for a moment. James jumps into the car.

Sierra starts the car. As they drive off, Roberto takes a shot and misses.

They continue on to Tahoe.

Jo receives a phone call from her bureau chief.

Police are investigating the scene. Jo drives up to the crime scene. She speaks to the person in charge, Detective CLAIRE LARSEN (Mid 50s).

Jo flashes her badge.

Claire takes a breath. She has been here a while.

A long beat.

Jo nods. Walks past her. Claire calls after her.

Jo turns.

Claire hands Jo a small evidence bag with a bullet casing inside.

Jo absorbs that. She heads to the room.

Jo walks in. She puts on her latex gloves.

There are evidence markers strewn around the room. Markers on the wall where bullets broke the sheet rock.

She notices the crushed computer chip on the hotel room floor next to the bed.

She photographs the chip, bags it and leaves.

She notices a small white thread the hotel room door.

She collects that as well.

She walks out of the hotel room and hands the bag to a local CSI tech. She signs a chain of custody form. She turns to Claire and hands her a business card.

Jo drives away, heading north.

Jo calls in. The phone rings, but Tom doesn't answer. It goes to voice mail.

The gorgeous terrain surrounds Jo as she drives. She takes a deep breath, not knowing what she'll find when she gets there.

Jo continues her drive to Tahoe. She gets a call from Max.

The sterile hum of machines. Max bends over a circuit chip under magnification.

Jo takes a long breath and turns on the radio. She drives into Tahoe.

Jo gathers all of her files together. She opens the video call from Tom. On screen, Hayes sits behind his desk, jacket off, tie loosened. He watches Jo pace, the folder clutched in her hands.

Tom hangs up. Jo sighs and leaves the office.

Ryan and Sierra look out over the lake.

Ryan looks over the lake and sighs.

Uncomfortable silence.

Sierra smiles. They get into the car and drive to the casino.

Ryan and Sierra walk into the casino. It's seen better days.

Ryan stops. His eyes track the room.

Ryan moves through the floor. He stops at a roulette table. Empty.

The room pulls at him. He closes his eyes. When the floor comes back it's older — a brighter night, a younger crowd. James is the one looking now.

HARRY BARTON sits at the wheel, alive, losing.

BLANK drifts in, in his signature white suit. The same face. The man James used to be.

James doesn't look away.

A brief steadying hand on the shoulder — the micro needle finds skin — and Blank moves on without breaking stride.

James turns the ring on his own finger. He knows its weight.

Harry freezes in place. He falls out of the seat. The whole casino goes to panic. The dealer runs from behind the table and tries to administer CPR. It's too late.

Blank looks back once — at James — and is gone.

The floor settles into now. The table is empty. James is lost in the memory.

Sierra watches him. She touches him on his shoulder.

James comes back to the present.

Sierra and Ryan meet up at a restaurant in the casino.

Ryan closes his eyes. James speaks.

Two men in suits walk up to their table.

One is wearing Wayfarer sunglasses. The other hangs back hands crossed in front of him.

They don't seem too aware of their surroundings.

The two goons open their jackets to individually reveal weapons.

The four walk out of the restaurant together. They leave the casino.

The side panel of a black van slides open. Another man is waiting for them with a large automatic rifle. Ryan and Sierra get into the car.

Ryan and Sierra ride in the van. They go into the hills above the lake. The van pulls into a circular driveway. Above the large garage is the Wakeman family crest. Two white birds above one black bird with alternating black and white backgrounds. This is the crest from Ryan's memory.

Ryan and Sierra are restrained by the goons. They are led into the house. They pass a trophy case with a tie clip with the initials VY. Cordelia appears at the top of the stairs.

The place is exactly as it was from Ryan's flashback. A beautiful view of the mountains and also of the lake. Dr. Wakeman wheels in. He sits in a wheelchair.

Michael wheels himself over to the bay window overlooking the lake.

Cordelia walks over to Ryan and places her hand on his cheek in a motherly way. Ryan cringes.

Ryan closes his eyes. James speaks. He is angry.

Cordelia takes out a tuning fork. She strikes it three times. James freezes and sits down.

Michael wheels up to James.

Sierra reels backwards, stepping as far away from James as she could. James reaches out to Michael. He gives him a hug.

Siobhan presses the ring to the back of Michael's neck. Michael freezes immediately. Siobhan stands up. Shocked, Cordelia reaches for a weapon. Siobhan stops her.

Siobhan grabs the gun.

Siobhan closes her eyes. Ryan comes back. Cordelia tries to run. Michael is quite dead at this point. The two goons run in to try to protect the house, but Sierra makes quick work of them. Cordelia shakes while she holds a gun at Ryan. He gets closer.

Ryan looks at her in shock. He holds the gun. It goes off.

The smile across her face fades and the life leaves her.

Ryan looks at her body on the floor and cries. He collapses to the floor. Sierra runs over to him and tries to comfort him. The nightmare is over.

Ryan and Sierra drive up to the room. Jo arrives and sees Ryan from the back.

Ryan turns. Jo is confused.

Sierra exits the car.

Ryan and Sierra explain everything to Jo. Sierra shows Jo the dossier from the Organization on Ryan.

Ryan closes his eyes.

Ryan pushes the crown on his watch. The suit transforms into the white suit of Mr. Blank.

Ryan talks instead of James for the first time in hours.

Quiet. Gentrified. The same storefront from Sierra's childhood — cleaner now, but still carrying shadows. Sierra stands across the street, a paper coffee cup in hand. She watches couples walk in and out. Some laugh. One young woman tries on a ring in the window. Sierra crosses the street and steps up to the window. Her reflection overlays the display: velvet boxes, engagement sets, simple pendants. A silver locket catches her eye. It's nearly identical to the one her mother used to wear.

A soft bell rings as Sierra steps in. Calm interior. No threat. Just lighting and glass.

Sierra steps back onto the sidewalk. She smiles.

Ryan sleeps well for the first time in a long time. They are at peace.

Ryan is at home. He is celebrating with his family. It's Eva's birthday. Margaret and Eva are talking in a corner. Ryan comes out with a bottle of sparkling cider.

Everyone laughs. Sierra and Jo come from the kitchen with a big cake. They sing Happy Birthday.

Eva blows out her candles. Ryan sits on his couch. Eva brings him a cup of coffee. She offer's him cream for his coffee. He shakes his head. Eva gives a knowing smile.

She laughs for the first time in a while for her, finally becoming comfortable with the new normal. She sits on the couch next to her dad. She put her head on his shoulder and gives him a hug. Margaret smiles.

Ryan touches the crown on his watch. His dress shirt turns light scarlet and the tie a deep burgundy. Ryan smiles.

FADE TO BLACK:>

Flickering fluorescent light hums above a concrete room. It's decorated like a typical teenager's room. Once comfortable, now grey and dingy. Scratches in the Sheetrock of the walls. Complex drawing etches through the white paint on the wall, stained in primary colors. Disturbing imagery laced with pain.

Scraped in the upper corner is the name Roberto. Crouched in the corner of the room, a man rocks back and forth. He is dressed in a frayed black suit, covered in dust. He stares straight forward. He wears Portuguese bowline knots on his arms.

He holds a small knife in his hands. He has made this destruction. From his jacket, he pulls a worn handkerchief. He wipes his hands. He chuckles quietly to himself.

On the observation window he has scrawled the word "TORCIDO". Underneath, barely visible, the word "Segurança". He walks up to the window to admire his handiwork. His face distorted in the reflexion.

FADE TO BLACK:>