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Do you understand?

Sergeant Hanson,
do you understand?

Sergeant Hanson,
do you understand?

Yes, Staff Sergeant.
I can't hear you!

Yes, Staff Sergeant!
Rise to fight.

Come on!

Let's go, Hanson!

Semper fi, man! Take him out!

Go, Hanson!

Fight!

Swing!

Damn it, Hanson, swing!

Swing, swing!

Hanson, I need more from you!

Come on, Hanson!

Come on, damn it.
Get up!

Damn it, Hanson, get up!

Get up!
Come on, fight back!

Aah!

Hanson!

Fight back!

Come on!

That's it, stay positive!

Fight back.
Fight back, Hanson!

Hanson, stop!

Hanson, stop!

I said stop!

When I blow
that whistle, that...

Hanson?

Hanson?

Corpsman!

Okay, all right.

All right, so we got this.

Oh, snap.

It's good, it's good.

It's good, it's good. Hmm?

Look at you,
look at you, little guy.

Smiley face.
Dad's out here killing it.

Good morning.
Who wants breakfast?

That's not breakfast.

It's a murder weapon.
Please.

These are vegan.

No animals were harmed in
the making of these doughnuts.

Not talking about the animals.

Besides, I already
made breakfast.

Aw, that's so cute.

But definitely not vegan.

Well, Rosa's not vegan
and neither am I.

Yeah, well, you take
a couple of bites

of one of these babies
and you might be.

No, Mom, don't put
the doughnut...
Come on, give it a shot.

Mom, we talked about this.

I'm really excited that
you moved so close...

Yeah, I timed myself.
84 seconds door-to-door.

I brought my laundry.

84 seconds... wow, that is...

that is terrifyingly close.

But, listen, Mom,
we agreed on this,

that you would... we would talk
before you just dropped by.

I did. I texted Kensi.

Well, Kensi's not here.

Wow, but you'd never know it
with all the mess.

Stop touching that.

She is at Quantico for a week
for a refresher course.

Well, then it's
a good thing I'm here.

Your hands must be full.

I'll go help Rosa get dressed.

Uh, she's 16.

Besides, I got
everything taken care of.

All right? I made
a beautiful breakfast.

I got, uh, an incredible

bento box ready to go.

Look how pretty that is.

And in 12 minutes, we're walking

out the door to go to school

if she would just wake up
and come eat breakfast!

I brought donuts!
No, Mom.

What do you got
against doughnuts?

Weren't you a cop?

How d...

Ah, sleepy head. You okay?

No me siento bien.

Really?

Rosa?

Well. I don't
speak Spanish,

but I'm pretty sure
I know what that means.

Good run?
Yeah, it was good.

Santa Ana was strong today.

What are you doing?

I'm looking at some
satellite footage

of the town in Syria
where Hetty was last seen.

Hoping maybe I can find
some trace of her.

Gonna need a powerful satellite
to pick up someone her size.

It's incredible.

I mean, Hetty's gone
off the grid before,

but this is, uh,
this is next-level.

We'll find her, G.
We always do.

G, why is there a snake
on the coffee table?

Oh, yeah, that's,
uh, my nephew Jake's.

He and Alex went
out of town this morning

so I'm, uh... I'm pet-sitting.

So, you had to bring it
to the boatshed?

Well, I picked it up
on the way to work.

I'll bring it home tonight.

Everything okay?

Oh, I forgot, you're...

you're afraid of snakes.

I'm not afraid of snakes.

I don't like snakes.

What does that mean?

What?
What-what do you mean?

W-Why don't you like them?
Do I have to like them?

Well, I... I don't know.
No, I guess.

I just... I mean,
it seems a little unfair.

It's not unfair.
It's survival instinct.

A fear of snakes is healthy.

It's been passed down

to humans
for thousands of years.

Okay, so...

you are afraid of snakes.

I gonna take a shower.

Yeah, well...
This guy's bringing snakes

to the office.
Make it quick.
We just got a case.

Damn it.

Okay, I talked to the school.

They think that you might have
caught the flu

that's going around.

Here, let's lift your head up

a little bit.

How's that?
Is that better?
Mm.

Okay, can I get you anything?
You want some-some toast

or some coconut water
or ginger ale?

I know...
I know the perfect thing.

When I get sick,
I-I eat crunchy peanut butter

right out of the jar.
Works every time.

Ah, caldo de res.

Sorry, what?

It's a soup.

My mom would make it for me
whenever I was sick.

And she would
put her hand through my hair.

Like this.

Until I fell asleep.

Sorry.

No, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that she's not here.

And I'm sorry that I didn't
have a chance to meet her.

She would have liked you.
Yeah?

Yeah.
E-Except your hair.

Well, you know...
She would have
combed it all neat.

You would've looked terrible.

Yeah. Well, yeah.

This is style by pillow.

Sorry.
Work?

Yeah.

I got to take it.
Sorry.

Rountree, hey.
Um, I'm-I'm coming.

Uh, Rosa is sick and so we're
just waiting on my Mom to...

I'm back.
And there she is.

- With the movies!
- I'm on my way.

Just hold down the fort.
All right, buddy.

And the good news is

I got my 84 seconds
down to a cool 43.

I found a shortcut through
a neighbor's backyard.

Okay, we'll just have to add
that to the list of things

we need to discuss, but
right now I just, I need to...

Go.
Go.

I got this.
Just in case.

We're gonna have a great time.

Hey.

I love you.
And I am so sorry.

Where do we start?

I've been on a
Paul Newman kick lately.

Lately being the last 50 years.

Oh, you think you got
a fever now, honey?

Wait'll you meet
the cool hand of Mr. Luke.

This is Camp Pendleton
yesterday.

And that's Private First Class
Edward Hanson

in the blue helmet.

A corp videographer was filming

for promotional purposes.

Pugil stick training.

I did this during
SEAL training at Coronado.

Looks like fun.
It isn't.

This guy's beast.
Look at him go.

Until he suffered
a massive seizure.

They got Hanson to the naval
hospital within minutes,

but he quickly fell into a coma

and now his organs are failing.

I'm assuming he doesn't
have a history of seizures.

No. Doctors believe
that he suffered

an intense immunological
response to something.

Nerve agent?

Well, that's what
they thought at first,

and then they found traces
of an adenovirus in his blood.

Don't they give you
cold symptoms?

Usually. But

this virus specifically

was found to be carrying
the CRISPR/cas9 enzyme.

Hold on.

Isn't that used
for gene editing?

Exactly.

Someone engineered the virus

to be a delivery vehicle
for CRISPR.

And then they introduced it into
a member of our armed forces.

I just got off the phone
with SECNAV.

Everyone from
the secretary of defense

to the joint chiefs
wants us to find out where

and how PFC Hanson was exposed
and who is responsible.

This case has just taken on
the highest of priorities.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the United States
may have just suffered

its first attack
by a genetic weapon.

Wait, a genetic weapon?

Is this for real?
Mm-hmm.

Just when you thought
you didn't have

anything else to worry about.

Right. The virus
carrying the CRISPR...

Is it contagious?
It's not.

Good morning.
Yeah.

Neutralized viruses
are often used

to introduce
gene therapies into cells.

The virus itself is harmless.

It just delivered
the CRISPR payload.

Yeah, doctors found
what they suspect

is an injection site
on PFC Hanson's arm.

They still don't know what genes
it was specifically targeting,

but whatever it was,
he's not doing well.

So, who has these capabilities?

Well, we know Iran has
expressed interest.

Mm. Russia, too.

And a few years ago, a
Chinese researcher used CRISPR

to genetically alter
human embryos.

But the scary thing about this

is anybody can
play around with it.

You can order it online.

Yeah, but still, to pull
something like this off,

you'd need advanced knowledge
of genetic medicine.

Which begs the question,

why using it
on a marine private?

Exactly. Why not
a captain or a general?

Or an admiral?
Excuse me?

Ooh, uh...

Not an admiral like you, sir.
You're retired.

Am I, Agent Rountree?

I must be doing it wrong.

Have Callen and Sam
arrived at Pendleton?

Yes, sir.
Good.

I just learned that
PFC Hanson's mother

flew in yesterday from Indiana

and is joining him
at the hospital.

Agent Rountree,
I need you to speak with her.

Yes, sir.

Agent Namazi, find out
everything PFC Hanson has done

for the last week.

On it.

What about me?
You...

Yeah, me.
I would like to see
show up on time

for once in your life.

Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.
It was just...

I don't care what it was.

I realize after 13 years

this place may seem like
your own personal clubhouse,

but you are still
a federal investigator

with a rather important job,

and your tardiness, as much
as I hate to admit it,

is a detriment to
this office's mission.

Am I clear?

Crystal.
Good.

You will join Agent Rountree...

Who is hiding
behind that pillar...

And find out if PFC Hanson's
mother knows anything.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, he's been talking
with the Pentagon

all morning.
I don't think he knows

anything about
Rosa being sick.
Yeah, let's roll.

Let's go! Move! Move! Move!

Adler, you're next on the line!

Yes, sir!

My mama has three words
for people like Eddie Hanson:

"bless his heart."

Nothing seemed to come
easy to him.

Physically, he's been
struggling to keep up.

Really? Well, it
didn't look that

in the training session video.

Yeah, he surprised us all
yesterday, but

after he collapsed,
I thought that...

maybe I pushed him too hard.

I can promise you
it wasn't that.

Listen, they won't
tell us anything,

but suddenly we all
had to give blood tests

this morning, now NCIS is here.

I got a wife and a baby.

We don't think there's an
immediate threat to anyone else.

The blood tests
are just a precaution.

Although it would be helpful

if we knew everything
Hanson was up to last week.

I can send you his work
and training schedule,

but for his liberty activities,

you'll need to talk to his
roommate, PFC James Williams.

Them two
are like birds of a feather.

They went everywhere together.

Off base?
Oh, yeah.

Hanson's one of the few
PFCs with a car.

Yellow Camaro.
Gorgeous but loud, you know?

You knew when Hanson
was going somewhere,

and Williams
was always with him.

When was the last time
they left together?

Night before Hanson's collapse.

I caught staff duty
at battalion, saw them leave.

Do you know where they went?

Long as they make it back
sober and safe, I don't ask.

But I'm sure Williams
will tell you.

I can call over
to his work section.

We'd appreciate that,
Staff Sergeant.

You can have them send him over
to the barracks.

We're gonna check out
Hanson's rack.

Roger that.

All right.
Thank you.

Thanks.

Excuse me, Mrs. Hanson?

Yes?
Hi.

I'm, uh, Investigator Deeks.

This is Special Agent Rountree.
We're with NCIS.

We talked to somebody upstairs,

they said we'd find you
down here.

Sorry, I-I needed a moment.

It's really hard to see
your child like that.

You know, he's so sick.

I can't even imagine.
I'm sorry,

why is NCIS here?

Eddie suffered a seizure.

I mean, didn't he?
Yes, ma'am,

but it's possible
he came in contact

with something
that caused the seizure,

so We're trying to determine
what that might be.

Do you mind if we

sit down,
ask you a few questions?

Yeah.

When's the last time
you spoke to Eddie?

He calls every Saturday

at 9:00 a.m.

He's a good boy.

I was so proud
when he joined the Marines.

Just like his daddy.

He, uh, died in combat.

I'm sorry to hear that.

So when, um, Eddie calls,
what is it you guys talk about?

I don't know.

His day. My day.

Our dog. Crypto.

You have a dog named Crypto?

No.
No.

Uh, we would-we would
talk about cryptocurrency.

Oh.

I know, I do not look like
your typical altcoiner.

After Eddie's dad died,
I spent a lot of time online.

It took a while, but after
I mined my first coin, ooh,

I was hooked.
I think I like

NomportaCoin best.

But you know
what they say: DYOR.

What do-what do they say?
D-O... What do you...

Uh, "do your own research."

Yeah, no. D... Do your...
DY... Yeah, right.

I always do my own. So, does
Eddie... he also mines crypto

as well?
On, no, no, no.
That was never his thing.

Until a few weeks ago,
when he called me

and asked me to help him
set up an account

at one of the exchanges.

Did he say what it was for?
No.

Something with
his roommate, James.

He was on the call, too.

He and Eddie... they're so close.

I thought I'd see him here.

Dietary supplements
and car magazines.

Probably just like
every other room

in this barracks.

It's what I'm not finding
that concerns me.

No phone, for one thing.

Well, he wouldn't have needed it
for the training session.

It's got to be here somewhere.

Don't see
Hanson's car keys, either.

Why would someone take
his phone and his car, unle...

Williams on his way?
'Fraid not, sir.

Williams is UA. He didn't muster
for duty this morning.

Thanks.
All right, thanks.

Main gate surveillance cameras
show Hanson's Camaro

leaving the base
about an hour ago.

Last spotted heading north
on the 5.

Talked to Deeks,
said Hanson and Williams

recently opened a cryptocurrency
account together.

You don't think
somebody paid them

to bring CRISPR
into Pendleton, do you?

Could be. Doesn't explain
what got Hanson sick.

Maybe Williams got greedy,
wanted the money for himself.

Now he's on the run.

Except if I was him,
I'd head south for the border,

not north to L.A.

Unless he's got
a bigger target in mind.

I don't want excuses.

Now, you get a chopper
in the air over the 5,

or I will personally make sure

that the president
knows it was you

who let our suspect slip away.

Tell me that you have
located PFC Williams.

He was last seen exiting
into the Anaheim area,

but I think I know
where he's heading.

Hanson's mother
got us access to her son's

NomportaCoin wallet.

The thing is,
he wasn't receiving money.

He was paying it out.

He recently dispersed
three coins

worth just over $2,000.

To whom?
Well, it's crypto,
so it's anonymous.

But bank accounts aren't.

I accessed
the blockchain ledger,

and I found out that
he recently converted

the NomportaCoins
into U.S. currency

and deposited them
into the bank account

of a Xander Yost,
who lives in Anaheim.

Get Deeks and Rountree
over there now.

That's Hanson's Camaro.

You take the back,
I'll take the front.

Uh-oh.

I got blood on the handle
and the door's unlocked.

PFC Williams.
Federal agents.

Deeks, he's running.

Stay down.

I didn't kill him.

You're right.
PFC Hanson isn't dead.

No, not Hanson.

Son of a bitch.

Hey, how you, uh, how you
feeling? Able to eat anything?

That's okay.

You just, uh, keep sipping
liquids. You take it slow.

Yes, I know. It's not
my first time getting sick.

Yeah, but it's my first time
with you getting sick,

so I'm sorry, I apologize
for you having to deal with

the incessant mothering.

Speaking of mothers, yours wants
to talk to you right now.

No, no, I don't...
Yeah. Hello, Martin?

You know your
DVD player's broken?

Mom, we don't have a DVD player.

Yes, you do.
No, we don't.

Then what have I been shoving
my DVDs into

for the past hour?

Oh, my God. Mom, listen,
I got to go to work.

Just make sure she's
drinking water.

No, don't go. Don't go!

I got to go. I love you. Bye!

God!

How's Rosa?

Well, besides the fact that

she's trapped in a house
with a crazy person,

she's feeling better.

What did the, uh...
What'd the coroner say?

Uh, well, they confirmed that
that is indeed Xander Yost,

But they put his TOD
at about two hours ago.

PFC Williams was
just leaving the base.

It means he couldn't
have done it.
Yeah.

Castor's on his way
to pick him up,

and Kilbride wants us
to stay behind

while they process the scene.
He is the boss.

Indeed.
Indeed.

Xander Yost,

med-school dropout,
dark web entrepreneur.

Let me tell you, it took a bit
of digging to find him,

but I found his site:
XY Apothecary.

That's where he makes
homemade gene therapies,

including a four-week
myostatin-inhibitor treatment

that promotes the growth
of muscle cells.

And for two people, it costs
exactly three NomportaCoins.

That's the same amount that
Hanson and Williams

paid out to Yost.

Staff sergeant said that
Hanson and Williams

were struggling to keep up.

All the supplements in their
room... they were definitely

looking for an answer.
These guys aren't terrorists.

They were just trying
to enhance themselves.

Question is who murdered Yost?

And why did the treatment
almost kill PFC Hanson?

We just wanted to be
better Marines. I swear.

Stronger. Faster.

So, yeah, we found XY

and we did a few rounds
of shots.

And it was all good. It was.

It actually felt like we were
getting results, you know?

But then Eddie got sick.

And all day yesterday
I kept telling myself

it wasn't
the gene therapy, but...

This morning they called us up
for blood tests,

and I freaked out.

Started having trouble
breathing.

I thought it was happening to
me, too, so I took Eddie's car.

And his phone.

We found it in the Camaro.

He had the address for
Xander's house in his phone.

I couldn't open it
without his face ID,

but when you hook it up
to the car, you can get access.

I was going to return
everything.

I just needed a few hours
to get up there and get help.

I thought maybe Xander
would have an antidote

or something.

But when I got there,
the door was open...

and he was dead.

So why'd you run?

I thought the agent who chased
me might be the killer.

He yelled "federal agent."
I know.

But I just didn't process it.

I think I was having
a panic attack.

Do you have any idea
who could have killed him?

No.

Because when we
searched his house,

for a guy who sells
gene therapies,

we didn't find many
gene therapies.

Meaning whoever killed him
cleared the place out.

More people could
end up in the hospital,

just like your friend Hanson.

So if there's anything

you could tell us...
I don't know anything.

Sir.

Did you talk to
Xander's assistant?

Xander Yost had an assistant?

Yes, sir.
A guy about my age.

Name?

No, sir.
I don't think he said.

I only saw him at Xander's
the last time we went.

But he gave Eddie and I these.

He said it was
to track our heart rates,

look for any fluctuations
after the treatment.

Was PFC Hanson

wearing his monitor
when he suffered his seizure?

Yes. Meaning whoever
was monitoring it

would have known
he was in distress.

Any leads on who that might be?

I traced the serial numbers
and discovered

that they were purchased
by this organization:

Open Source Bio,

a community lab
in downtown L.A.

DIY biologists,
also known as biohackers.
Yeah.

I read a report by Homeland
Security on these people.

Amateurs using powerful
chemical and biological tools,

virtually unchecked
by authorities.

I mean, as far as I can tell,

Open Source Bio's primary goal

is simply
to democratize science.

Yeah, they share knowledge
and conduct research

without the financial support
of larger institutions.

Well, while their goals
may be noble,

it is easy to imagine
one bad apple

using this access to
create something dangerous.

And it may be where Xander Yost

picked up his lab assistant.
Mm.

I want you to infiltrate
this group.

Find out whom
we're dealing with.

And, uh, pick up
Agent Rountree on the way.

Are you covering Ops again?

Hell no.
Have Deeks report back here.

Hey, Fatima, thanks
for bringing my ride.

I always keep snacks
in the glove box,

and I have not had lunch today.

Where are my Danger Bars?

Mm, sorry about that.

I haven't had lunch either.
That's why I brought your ride.

Not cool.

Huh. It's locked.

Uh, you must be Miranda?

Lisa Cho. We-we
spoke on the phone.

Yes, of course.

Thank you for meeting me

on such short notice.

Yeah, so you're starting
your own business?

That's right.
My own line of kombucha.

Oh, I love kombucha.

Okay, yeah,
we can definitely help.

We work with SCOBYs
all the time.

Uh, how about I show you around?

Fabulous.
Pardon me.

How did you do that?

It's pretty cool, right?

RFID chip implanted
in my right hand,

magnets in my left.
Mm.

TSA must love you.

But, um, why all the security?

Uh, we work with some
pretty... hazardous materials.

Hmm.
Follow me.

Wow, very impressive.

What sort of projects
do you work on here?

Whatever our members
are interested in doing.

Sometimes that includes
body modifications,

uh, like my hand implants.

But, uh, we also have a few
other community projects.

We make vegan cheese,

uh, biodegradable materials
out of mycelium,

and our own insulin.

Really?
You make medicine?

Yeah. FDA approved
and everything.

Uh, that's actually
how a lot of us met.

We're diabetic.

The price of insulin
has skyrocketed

in the last ten years,
so we decided

to take the power away
from Big Pharma

and bring it to the people.

Oh, come here.

Hey, everyone,
uh, this is Miranda.

She's thinking about joining us.

Hi.
Hey, Miranda.

Miranda, hi.
How are you, Miranda?

Hello?

Oh, uh, sorry, this is Herman.

Um, he is a cyborg.
A what?

A cyborg.
Yes, we exist.

Harbisson.
De Aguas. Moon Ribas.

We strive to enhance our senses
using cybernetic implants.

This device is an antenna.

It's attached to
the back of my skull.

With it, I can
intercept all manner

of electromagnetic radiation,
including radio waves.

Speaking of which,
I am detecting

a very strange frequency...

coming from you.

Lisa, this woman
is wearing a wire.

She is a fed!

Hang tight, Fatima,
I'm on my way.

Herman, seriously?

A fe-a fed?

It happened
in San Francisco, Lisa.

My DIY lab was infiltrated

by an undercover FBI agent.

They thought we were
making anthrax or sarin.

Fascist monsters.

Take off your hijab.

Herman, that is out of line!

No, no, it's quite all right.

I am wearing an RF device.

But I'm not a federal agent.

It's another form of biohacking.

Like your antenna,

or your heart rate monitor.

I suffer from hyperacusis...

Noise sensitivity.
This device uses

acoustic channels to reduce
noise and calm my anxiety.

But if it makes you
more comfortable,

I can turn it off.

It would.

- Thank you.
- No, Herman.

We would not ask you

to remove your antenna.

Well, that
would be very painful.

So we will not be asking Miranda

to remove her device. It
provides an essential function.

Fine.

But I'll be keeping
my eyes on you.

All three of them.

Yeah, um, so sorry about Herman.

He is brilliant,
he's just a little, um...

paranoid about the government.

Um, so I actually
have to prep and deliver

our next shipment of insulin
for our customers,

but, um, feel free
to take a look around,

talk to anybody
about your project.
Mm.

Except Herman.
Thanks, Lisa.

Hyperacusis.

I'm impressed, milady.

Heard what you said
about the heart rate monitor.

Herman could be our guy.

Got his photo.

I'll get this over
to Sam and Callen.

Maybe PFC Williams
can identify him.

How you doing, little guy?

Come on, buddy. Come on.

Come on, buddy.

G, do you have to do that now?

I told Jake I'd feed him
this afternoon,

but he doesn't seem very hungry.

No, sorry, it's not him.

I would remember
if Xander's assistant

was a giant with a wire
sticking out of his head.

So, clothing, tattoos...

what he drove to get there.

A Copperhead.
That's actually a bald python.

No, there was a bright orange
Copperhead motorcycle

at Xander's house
two nights ago.

Eddie commented on it.

Thought it was cool.
It wasn't there the other times.

- Deeks.
- Yo, buddy?

Deeks, where are you?

Oh.

Sorry.
I was on the wrong computer.

Does Xander Yost have
a Copperhead motorcycle?

Uh, I did not
see one at the house

and he doesn't have one
registered under his name, no.

It could be his assistant's.

Can you...
check the traffic cams

in the area around the time
of Xander's murder?

Already scrubbing.

Scrub City. Scrub-a-dub-dub,

two guys in the...
Okay.

Yeah, no, I definitely got it.

Pulling up the plate now.

It's, uh, registered
to Nicholas Embry.

I got an address for him,
but it looks like

it's a shuttered
homeless shelter.

Hold on a second.
He's also got a van.

It was just ticketed
this morning

in a public parking structure
in Sherman Oaks.

Good work, Deeks.

Yeah, no,
I definitely killed that.

Although it was
mostly the computer.

I just got hit F1 and then F6

because Janice preprogram...
Janice,

they said great work.
Bye, Deeks.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Bye-bye, buddy.

Hello.

I couldn't help but notice
your heart rate monitor.

Do you like it?

My friend Nick has the same one.

He's actually the one
who recommended this place.

You mean Nicholas Embry?

Yes. Well, we're not
really friends.

We went to university together

and I ran into him
a few weeks ago.

Why would Nicholas Embry
recommend this place?

He left on very bad terms.
He wanted to

use CRISPR and we told him
we don't do that here.

He got angry, said he'd find
someplace that did.

Though it doesn't surprise me
he took a heart rate monitor.

We suspect he stole
a bunch of equipment

on his way out of the door.
Wow, I...

I had no idea.

Well, pretty convenient,
you running into him.

I still think you're a Fed.

All right, there's Embry's van.

The motorcycle's gone.

I don't see anyone.

Hey, Deeks, do we have
that warrant?

Good to rock and roll, boys.

Hmm.

This guy's living in here.

Yeah, and working, too.

"21st Century Eugenics:"

"Using Modern Tools
to Exterminate

Genetic Inferiority."

This guy wants to
kill a lot more people.

And now he has the tools
to do it.

Find anything else?
Not yet.

Just a lot of really
technical notes and research.

Well, we know Nicholas Embry
wants to eliminate

anyone he deems
genetically inferior,

and he joined Open Source Bio
to get the tools he needed.

Well, except they have rules
against working with CRISPR.

So he joins up with Xander Yost,

who doesn't much care for rules.

Starts messing with
Xander's therapies,

tracking his customers' health
data with heart rate monitors.

When PFC Hanson got sick,

Embry knew that
his CRISPR formula was right.

Xander figured out what he was
doing and confronted him.

Embry takes him out,
he steals the therapies.

Question is, who is he
gonna use 'em on?

Deeks, tell me you have
a location on Nicholas Embry.

I wish that I could,
but I got no hits

on his motorcycle,

and Mein Kampf part two
is just a bunch of

technical gobbledy-gook. I can't
make heads or tails of it.

We need someone who
speaks the same language.

Yeah. Hey, Deeks,
send it to Fatima.

Have her show it
to the biohackers.

That is a great idea.
Janice!

Hi.

So, I am a federal agent.

I hate being right all the time.

Okay, this is pretty
straightforward.

He's talking about eliminating
people with genetic defects.

Or at least what he deems
to be genetic defects.

We already know that.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought you needed my help.

If that's not the case,
I'll just go home.

No, no, listen, sorry.
Yes, we do need your help.
Okay.

Here's the deal.

Embry is smart enough to know

that CRISPR is extremely
difficult to use.

Even the pros can't do
what he's referencing here.

Then how did he
take down PFC Hanson?

CRISPR isn't the weapon.

The gene delivery vehicle is.

The adenovirus.

I thought that was neutralized.

True.
It can't give you a cold.

But if it's altered
in just the right way,

it can cause
a dangerous response

from the immune system.

That's what happened
to your Marine.

But we still don't know
who he's targeting.

Embry has Type 1 diabetes.

'Cause he's written here
that he's never had

a stable living situation
and he suffered a lot

of medical complications
due to his condition.

That's why he joined the lab.

A few years ago
he was having trouble

affording the high cost
of insulin,

so he rationed it to the point
where he almost died.

Things got so bad

he attempted suicide.

Whoa.

Embry deems himself a defect.

And everyone like him.

I think he's trying
to contaminate

the insulin that they make here.

Lisa's out making
deliveries right now.

We have over 100 customers.

Deeks, we need you to locate
the Open Source Bio

delivery van now.

All right, you should be
seeing it straight ahead.

There it is. And the bike.

I'll cut 'em off.

Federal agents!

Out of the vehicle, now!

Stay back!
You come any closer, she dies.

Drop the knife.

There's nowhere to go, Nicholas.

Please don't.

Please don't.

I was never meant
to live anyway.

We're broken.

Come on, Nicholas.
That's not true.

You're more than your disease,
you know that.

"Life unworthy of life."

Don't do it!
N-No!

I'm going around.

Stay down.

Hands behind your back.

What the...
Magnets, baby.

God bless her.

Ah!

Admiral.

Something I can do for you?

I heard your daughter is sick.
How is she?

Um, she still has a fever,
but she's doing well.

Thank you for asking.
I did not know

the reason
for your lateness today.

Agent Namazi
spoke up on your behalf.

Yeah, well, she didn't...

she didn't have to do that.

No. And to be clear,

this is not an apology
for what I said this morning.

Regardless of
personal circumstances,

I have to hold this office
to the highest of standards.

Right. Yeah, no, it definitely
won't happen again, sir.

Isn't easy.

S-Sorry, what?

It isn't easy

balancing the work
that you do here

with the, uh,

equally important work
that you do at home.

Speaking for myself,
I was never able

to find that balance,

and it is my life's regret.

I have every confidence
that you will.

Thank you, sir.

I do not envy you.

Want a beer?
Uh, sure.

Oh, just got a message
from the hospital.

PFC Hanson has stabilized.

Well...

Here.

Him and Embry
have something in common.

Neither one of them
thought they were fit enough

or good enough
to make something of themselves.

Mm-hmm.

Think I ought to get
magnets in my hands?

Definitely.

Hell, I'd even consider it.

The way she moved
that knife away from Embry.

That was sick.

Uh, Sam...

don't panic.

What?

G...

Jake said that Houdini
was pretty good at escaping.

The snake's name is Houdini?

Oh, hell no.

I'm starting to see
why you don't like snakes.

Sam?

Mom? Mom!

Shh! Shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.

What?
I just got her in bed.

Her fever's broke,
but she's exhausted.

Me too.

It's amazing how
nine hours of television

can take it out of you.

You okay?
Yeah.

I guess.

What's going on?
Talk to me, Martin.

I just feel like I was
torn in two all day long.

I mean, Rosa gets sick and I

don't want to leave
her, you know?

'Cause she's already lost
so much in her life,

I just wanted to stay and remain

some sort of constant
in her life,

but I can't do that
'cause I got a job,

so I go to my job,
but then I'm late,

Kilbride freaks out,
tears into me,

punishes me with Ops,
which I am not built for,

I can't make caldo de res,
I can't even spell it,

I tried to google it.
My point is that today was...

today was...

I just wanted to say thank you.

Thank you for-for watching her

and thank you for
taking care of her.

And I'm really glad that
you live 43 seconds away.

Thank you, Mama.

You're welcome, honey.

Ooh.
Ooh?

You're burning up.
Yeah, I think you caught

Rosa's flu.

I did not. I'm just tired.

Oh, God, Martin,
we're all tired.

Come on, lay down.
I'm fine, Mom.

Lay down. Pick 'em up.
Mom.

Leave me... Mom.
Let's go, let's go,
let's go.

Come on, lay down, honey.
Are you kidding me?

I'm not kidding anybody.
Lay down.

Ah.
There we go.

Now you just rest, okay?

Mom'll bring you
the peanut butter.

Is it crunchy?

Of course it's crunchy.

What do you take me for?

I love you.

I love you, too.

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