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- Hey.
- Hey. Yeah, thank you.

- Where's Elle?
- Texas.

Texas?

Yes, she went to do a custodial
interview with William DeVries.

- The child murderer?
- Yeah, he...

He agreed to participate in
the ViCAP questionnaire.

You're letting her do custodials
by herself already?

She'll be fine.

Hello?

Dad, I kind of wrecked
another car.

- You did what?
- I...

- Were you drinking again?
- Well...

You know what?
I'm done with you, Josh.

Don't bother coming home.

- Let's get married.
- Married?

Yeah, why not?

I mean, we'll get married
and we'll have the kid.

No.
I'm going to Dallas to take care of it.

I don't understand.

I won't be here
when you get back, Harold.

I'm filing for divorce. I'm leaving you.

I'm going to Dallas. Don't follow me.

Linda, are you sure taking him
to Dallas is a good idea?

I've written two books on this.

And he's living proof of my theories.
We're going to that conference.

- Gideon.
- It's me.

DeVries cooperating?

I won't even be there for an hour.

I took a train from El Paso
instead of renting a car.

I wanted to look over the files more.

- Remember, he can't lie to you if...
- If I know the crime better than he does.

- Yes, I remember, Dad.
- Good. Check in when you're done.

- Wait.
- Elle, I'm swamped here.

I'm in the middle of two consults.

NSA wants a threat assessment on...
Terror cell... Hamburg by 6:00.

- What?
- I said I'm swamped.

Wait, I'm losing you.

Elle, I don't have time right now.
Can we talk when you get back?

Yeah. Okay. Tomorrow.

Elle, I'm...

Hello? Hello?

Elle?

Don't you see that?

Leave me alone.

Look.

The file, Ted. Look at the file.

I told you what was happening.
I told you where we were really going.

What the hell was that?

Everything's all right, folks.

Everybody just relax.
Everything's going to be fine.

- Everything's fine.
- What happened?

- Nothing, ma'am. You on the job?
- FBI.

Suicide. Somebody jumped
in front of the train.

- Is there anything...
- What the hell

- are they whispering about?
- Unfortunately we have this procedure

down fairly well.

- No, this isn't right, Ted.
- Everybody just relax.

We're going to be back underway
again shortly.

- See the gun?
- Don't worry, folks.

Like I said,
everything's going to be okay.

- Now or never, sport.
- Everything's going to be fine...

- Oh, my God!
- Get the agent!

- Nobody move!
- Okay.

Okay.
You don't have to hurt anybody else.

- What are you doing?
- Shut up! Shut up!

Good job, sport.

Okay, this is from one of
the security cameras inside the train.

Five hostages in a car
stopped on the tracks.

We have one security guard dead
from initial gunfire.

- Is this going on right now?
- Yeah, in West Texas.

Why they asking for us?

Because of a particular psychological
aspect of the hostage taker

which we're especially
equipped to handle.

Can you back the picture up
a few frames?

Tardive dyskinesia.

Once more for those of us
without an encyclopedic memory?

Severe facial tics.

The kind that develop after years
of taking antipsychotic medication.

- So this guy's a psychotic?
- A psychotic with hostages.

- And two guns.
- Hostage situation on a train?

- Yeah, in Texas.
- A train in Texas.

My God!

What?

Elle.

- Elle?
- What?

Robert Oxton Bolt wrote,

"A belief is not merely an idea
the mind possesses,

"it is an idea that possesses the mind."

Local authorities
have the train surrounded.

Bureau Hostage Rescue Team
snipers are in position,

but they're hesitant to take action
until negotiation is exhausted.

The feed from the train's two video
cameras are being routed to monitors

on a mobile command center that
the local Bureau office brought in.

We need to know who on that train's
going to be a help

and who's going to be a problem.

All right, let me get Garcia to work
some magic on those video feeds.

- Cómo se dice "hottie"?
- Garcia?

Precisely.

Okay, listen to me. No playing.

We're going to be feeding you
some security camera video

from a hostage situation
over a secure line.

Can you work your face recognition
software over it and tell me who's who?

If they have their picture on file
anywhere, I will find them.

Penelope, Elle is one of the hostages.

I'm into it.

She'll get us the names.

Have we had any contact inside
the train yet?

Well, it took two hours just to
convince him to allow a two-way phone.

But he won't speak to anyone except
what he calls the "Higher Authorities."

- God?
- No mention of religion thus far.

Has Crisis Negotiation lead
claimed to be the Higher Authority?

The UnSub won't speak to him
any longer.

He gave a deadline of three hours
to produce this Authority.

Three... When was that?

Two-and-a-half hours ago.

Well, he wants to speak to
the Higher Authority.

Then we better give it to him.

Put the lights on, sirens,
honk the horns.

Make people get out of our way.

Get as close to the barricade
as possible.

When we stop, we sit.
We wait 30 seconds.

Then we step out.

Here they come. Showtime, Teddy.

Teddy, you have to listen to me.

No!

You have to listen to me now.

Lady, your boyfriend
is whacked out of his mind.

- He's not my boyfriend.
- Then who is he?

He's a psych patient, right?

Yes. It's going to be okay.

And you know that how?

You're his doctor?

I was taking him to Dallas
to speak at a conference

as an example of
the progress being made

to relieve severe psychosis.

- He's an example of progress?
- What do we do to calm him?

He's never had this sort of break
from reality.

- Never been violent.
- What can we do?

Make him feel less threatened.

We're a threat to him?
He's got two guns.

- You all right?
- No. I think I'm going to be sick.

Oh, great.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

I just haven't been feeling
that well lately.

My stomach.

You're not pregnant?

Teddy?

- Please. This girl is sick.
- It's a trick, Ted.

Shut up!

Sit down!

What are you doing?

Don't be stupid.

- Are you kidding me?
- Shh.

What are you going to do?
Throw it at him?

Why are they just sitting there?

Come on!

Whacked out of his mind.

Don't look at the train.
Ignore it.

Higher Authority isn't concerned about
losing a few civilians.

I'll talk to the HRT commander.

- I'm Frank Moretti. Dallas Field Office.
- Hi.

As near as we can tell,
your agent is still all right.

Has the subject asked for anything?
Made any demands?

Not beyond wanting to talk
to a Higher Authority.

How do we negotiate with a psychotic
who won't talk to us?

That depends on the level
of his particular delusion.

Some psychotics believe they're being
sent messages by the government,

God, even aliens.

John Nash, he believed he was being
recruited by aliens to save the world.

I saw the movie.

Actually, the movie is rather inaccurate
in its portrayal of...

Okay, Doc, Doc. A movie review's
not going to help us right now.

- Let's move.
- You're right. Sorry.

After you.

What's the status?

We're in position from every angle.

All right, we might be able to negotiate
with this guy,

but if he requests a priest,

or if his behavior in any way
reflects an endgame

of killing himself and the hostages,
then it's over,

and we need to take the shot
and rush the train.

We'll be ready when you need us.

Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

This is going to end today.

Stay focused here, Ted.

His delusions are important,
because that's what we have to play to.

- So the question of the day...
- What's he believe is happening here?

Good luck.

I tried to convince him
I was the Highest Authority,

but he wouldn't believe me.

Well, he's paranoid.
He believes in secrets.

If I'm the Higher Authority,
I don't go to him. He comes to me.

We have to help him
ask the first question.

Hey, guys...

- Ted, you have to try and concentrate...
- Get up!

- Take me.
- No!

Take me! Take me!

You think I'm going to let you
send them messages?

They're going to want to talk to me.

I can get you whatever it is
that you want. Take me!

Don't buy it, Ted.

Hey, man...

- You, too?
- No, no. I didn't do anything!

Ted, you're not in any danger here.
You have to believe me.

Please.

Easy does it.

Don't say a single word unless I say it.

Deviate a single word and I will kill you.

Don't try to send them any
secret messages or codes.

-Do you understand?

-Codes?

-Yes! Yes! All right. All right.

Oh, God.

Yes.

Ask him who they were,
the ones who just arrived.

He wants to know who you are.
He wants to know who just arrived.

Tell him it's someone
who can help resolve the situation.

He says it's someone
who can resolve the situation.

What part of
the government do they work for?

What... What part of the government
do you work for?

I never said I was with the government.

Wait.

The less he says,
the more mysterious we seem,

the higher an authority we become.

What part of the...
What part of the government?

All right. Don't hurt her.

Ask who they work for.

No, ask if they're NSA. No, ask...

They're FBI, aren't they?

Are you FBI?

He can ask me himself.

He said you can ask him yourself.

Tell me who you are or this agent dies!

You know who I am.

If you're the Higher Authority,
then you can have it removed.

It'll take some time.

I want it removed now.

You know... You know,
it can't be done that quickly.

- Goodbye.
- No! Wait!

Okay!

One hour.

You have one hour to remove it.

Or I swear to God
I'll kill every agent on this train.

"It"?

He wants "it" removed?
Do you know what "it" is?

No.

We just bought an hour, though,
to figure it out.

We have 40 minutes left.

Reid, is there a delusion
more common than others

to a paranoid mind
in a psychotic episode?

Delusions are as varied as
the people that have them.

They're colored by
personal experience.

You can't turn back now, Ted.

They won't ever stop hounding you
and following you.

I'm doing it. Leave me alone!

Any of you guys have a cell phone
with service?

We're in the middle of nowhere.
Welcome to Texas.

Ow.

You're bleeding more than
you should be from a cut this small.

Thin blood.

The agents outside need to know
what "it" is that he wants removed.

He thinks the government
is watching him.

- Monitoring him.
- They monitor all of us.

They have ways of finding out
everything you do.

Don't be stupid.

There's an FBI agent onboard.
You think that's a coincidence?

I'm doing it!

He's going to kill us, isn't he?

No.

He killed that security guard.

The security guard had a gun.
He felt threatened by him.

It's so hot!

You took hostages
in the middle of Texas.

Of course it's hot.

No!

That's exactly what they want, Ted.

They want to divert you
from having it removed.

You're close to having it removed.

- His arm.
- What?

Look at his arm.

What is that?

They look like scars.

The places he tried to dig it out
with a razor or a pen.

- Dig what out?
- Maybe a microchip.

Oh, man.
It's almost as common a delusion

as claiming to be the new Messiah.

Ralph Tortorici held
an entire classroom hostage

because he believed microchips
had been implanted in his body.

Wait a minute. This guy thinks he has
some kind of device stuck in his arm?

Probably.
And if we don't take it out,

he's going to kill somebody.

- Yeah. It's Morgan.
- I got your names.

Okay, Garcia. Talk to me.

Skinny guy in a suit is Harry Anderson.

The young guy is a former
Gillett University undergrad.

The girl is Elaine Curtis, from, get this,

Adobe Walls in Terlingua, Texas.

The lady in the nice suit
is Linda Deaton.

- Author and renowned psychiatrist.
- Penelope, you are truly amazing.

Yeah. Not so fast.
I got your bonus answer, too.

Your hostage taker?

He's famous, academically speaking.
His name is Bryar. Dr. Theodore Bryar.

Okay, you know what?
Send it all to me right now.

Keep digging.

- Penelope, nice work.
- Tell me about the hostages.

Okay, see,
first we've got Harry Anderson.

He's a paper goods salesman.

Lived in a small home just outside
of Dallas for 18 years with his wife.

He's got no children.

No investments,
no company retirement portfolio.

He doesn't take chances.
Tell me about the kid.

Kid's name, Josh Patel.
He's 20 years old.

He just got expelled
from Gillett University

for driving his car
into the library building drunk.

He's drinking now.

- We don't need a drunk in there.
- Okay, the girl.

We don't have a lot to go on.

Nothing more than her driver's license.
Her name's Elaine Curtis.

She lives in a small town
in West Texas.

She's got no credit cards, no passport.

Doesn't look like
she travels much at all.

This is Dr. Linda Deaton.

She's a psychiatrist at Stokes
Mental Health Center in El Paso.

That's where Ted Bryar's been living
for the last nine years.

- His doctor?
- I say probably.

She's unmarried, lives in El Paso,
she's written several books and papers,

mainly published in medical circles.
She's a popular lecturer.

She's scheduled to speak
several symposiums this year,

and tonight in Dallas.
That's it. That's all I got.

Garcia is in the process
of looking deeper,

but I don't really see how this lineup

is going to be
much of a help to us, Gideon.

Well, let's just hope none of them
makes the situation worse.

They're messing with you
out there, Ted.

Trying to weaken you.
You need resolve.

Hmm.

Hey.

Why aren't they helping us?

We're going to get
through this just fine.

We?

He isn't pissed at us.
You're the government agent.

He probably thinks we're all agents.
He believes almost everyone is.

- I'm not with any government agent.
- He's trying to confuse you.

I'm with you. Big Brother, right?

Newthink, newspeak?
Hate is love, war is peace.

He's laughing at you.

- Stop it!
- No, Ted. It's okay.

- He doesn't mean anything.
- Yeah, chill. I support you.

Screw the government.

Make him sit down.

All right, how do we remove
a microchip that's not there?

His speech is lucid.
There's no sign of neologisms,

word salad
or loosening of associations.

As long as he can systematize,

he'll be able to keep
his thinking relatively organized.

Organized enough to see through
any game we try to throw at him?

And if he's convinced it's in his arm,

and not in a place like his lower back
or his neck...

An incision means
he's going to be watching.

Maybe we can just convince him that
he's been looking in the wrong place.

Or we could fake it.

Conceal a chip in the palm.
A little sleight of hand.

Come on, Reid, what are you
talking about? A magic trick?

- Yeah, I'm talking about a magic trick.
- No.

I used to do it during college exams.

I can make it appear,
I can make it disappear.

We can't risk giving him
another agent as a hostage.

We have to do something.

- All right, Reid, let's go teach it to me.
- What? No.

Look, if you can do it, I can do it.
Show it to me.

I've been practicing this my whole life.

We have less than 30 minutes.

Reid, I am not about to let you
get on that train

with an armed psychotic.

We don't have any other choice, do we?

No.

We don't have any other choice.

Dr. Bryar is definitely one of
the top physicists in the world.

He's written hundreds of papers
on M-Theory.

I don't understand any of it.

Oh, he worked for the government
for several years in the '80s.

Probably the source of his delusions.

He's been institutionalized
for the past nine years.

Until Dr. Deaton took him on a field trip.

Yeah.

What we need is a strategy.

- I'll try to talk to him.
- You think that's wise?

Ted?

You feel a little bit better now?

You're in no danger here.

- These people don't want to hurt you.
- Sure they don't.

The FBI agent just happened to be
on the train today.

She wasn't following you.
Wasn't watching you.

She expects you to believe that?

Let them go, Ted. I'll stay with you.

You and I will do this together,

only you need to let these people go.

I will wait with you.
No one wants to hurt you.

We don't want to hurt you.
We want to kill you.

- No!
- No, it's okay, Ted.

- Ted, it's okay.
- Don't!

I will make sure
that they never take it out of you.

If you hurt one more person
on this train, I swear to God,

I'll make them leave it in you forever.

What?

Everything all right in there, Dr. Bryar?

I want it out.

Well, I'm sending two technicians in
to remove it.

No! One.

One technician.

Well, it's a delicate procedure.
It requires...

One technician.

- Or every agent on this train dies.
- Okay.

You need to relax.

- We still have 20 minutes.
- Not any more.

I want it out now. Right now! Now!

- I don't know about this.
- It'll look better when it's covered.

- With what?
- Blood.

Reid, do not take this vest off.

In hostage situations,

SWAT sometimes won't even tell
the negotiator

when they're deciding to go in.
Do you know why that is?

Because the slightest change
in tone of voice or choice of words

- can give the whole thing away.
- That's right.

Don't make eye contact with Elle.

You're a technician.
You've never seen her before.

- Got it.
- And remember,

play into the guy's fantasy.
Believe it yourself.

Actually, did you know that dentists

and surgeons have been recruited

to secretly implant these during
otherwise normal medical procedures?

This has been happening on and off
since the late 1930s.

- Told me to believe.
- Let's go.

All right.
One government-issued microchip.

You got to relax, man.

The chip's a lot smaller than
I'm used to doing it with, all right?

- I'm pulling the plug on this.
- No, no. Hold on.

One more.

Take his chip out,
then get off the train, you understand?

Tell him you need to get back to
the Higher Authority,

say you have guidelines
to follow, whatever.

Do not stay in there with him.
That's an order.

Yes, sir.

- Can you guys do me a favor?
- Anything.

Could at least one of you look like
you're going to see me again?

See you when you get back.

- No! No!
- Get up!

Tell your men
to get whatever target they can.

If this starts to go bad,
we're going to go in.

Probably not going
to have a great shot.

Take the one they can get.

- That's far enough, Ted.
- That's far enough.

Hello, everyone.

Here to remove
a chip from Dr. Bryar.

Check him out.

Take the vest off. I want to see you.

I don't have any weapons.

The Higher Authority
doesn't authorize it for technicians.

Take it off!

Damn it, Reid.
I said, "Don't take the vest off."

Come closer.

I want to see both of your hands
at all times.

You sit across from me.

Why are you so nervous?

I told you.
I'm not used to being around guns.

This is going to
probably sting a little bit.

Whoa. Did you see that?

I knew it. I knew it.

Hey, look. He's got it. He's got it.
He's got the chip.

I've gotta go to the Higher Authority.
I was supposed...

Not yet!

Turn it on.

Turn the chip on.

Excuse me?

- Get off the train, Reid.
- No, no, something's wrong.

Get off the train.

- Get out of there.
- Why isn't he moving?

How many shots
would it take to move in?

Two. First blows the window.
Second takes Bryar down.

Yeah, and he'll be shooting after
the windows go.

- It's the best we can do.
- All right. Stand by.

Turn it on, or I pull the trigger.

- I can't turn it on.
- Why not? Why not?

- Because it has to be implanted.
- She's right.

The chip derives its power from
tiny electrical impulses

fired between neurons.

It has to be in your skin to work.

- I really gotta...
- Sit down!

You're not going anywhere.

See? Dude actually had a chip in his arm.

All right, it seems calm for now.

Reid's still on the train.

Now we have two agents in there.

It's probably the Higher Authority.

I told you. I have protocols to follow.

I was supposed to go
right back out there.

I have rules.

Answer the phone.

You want me to stay,
I'm obviously going to stay.

But, I mean, you're going to be the one
that has to explain it to the Man.

Whoa, "the Man"?

They're still trying to tell you
what to do, Ted.

Why can't you all just leave me alone?

Leave you alone?

- Stay out of this.
- No. The government does watch us.

You got microwaves and satellites.
I'm with you, man.

- Do not agitate him.
- Screw you.

Dr. Bryar, answer the phone.

My old man used to have
tracking devices in his cars.

He said it's for theft,
but it's so he can find out where I go.

And what about personal recordings
in televisions?

You don't think someone's monitoring
everything you watch?

You know how many patents are issued
for devices to monitor people?

Look it up, man.

Here he comes, Ted.
He's the agent who's playing the hero.

Answer the phone, Ted.

- Stop this. It isn't going to help.
- What the hell do you know?

Ted, he doesn't know
what he's talking about.

- He's just a kid.
- Who you calling a kid?

Sit down!

Oh, now you're going to tell me
what to do?

He'd only have one gun
if you weren't here.

- I'm with you, man.
- He's not with us, Ted.

He's not with us at all.

Answer the phone, Dr. Bryar.
It's the Higher Authority.

They're coming for you, Ted.

No!

- Teddy...
- Oh, damn.

Damn.

Oh.

- What?
- What happened, Ted?

- I did what you asked for.
- I'm tired.

- I've been fighting you for so long.
- You don't have to fight any more.

He's a liar, Ted.

I said it all ends today.

Me, these agents.

It all ends today.

- What does that mean?
- It means he's decided on an endgame.

He's going to kill himself

and the hostages.

Ted, no one on this train
is an agent but me.

No one else.

I'm the only one.
You can let everybody else go.

I don't think so, Ted. Do you?

Dr. Bryar,
we need to get this woman help.

Who's going to help me?

The Higher Authorities can help you.
They're not what you think.

They're not the enemy.
They can help you, Dr. Bryar.

Not any more.

- Let me know when HRT's ready.
- Got it.

Gideon, you send those guys in there,
hostages are going to die.

Yeah.

You don't do something,
they're going to die anyway.

It's not gone.

I know.

Well, you said when the chip came out,
it would go away.

It's... I still hear it.

Then there must be more of them.

You said it was the only one, Leo.

I can still feel the buzzing.

The burning.

- Dr. Bryar?
- What?

- Reid.
- It's all right, Elle.

Is there another one?

You know there isn't.

- If there were, Leo would have told you.
- Don't listen, Ted.

Make it stop!

I know what it's like.

- Make it stop!
- I know what the voices are like.

He's trying to trick you.

The voices. They won't stop.

They've been talking to you
since you were a child.

He's telling you I'm not real.
He is lying to you.

You're lying to me.

That's Leo speaking.
That's not even Dr. Bryar.

Why don't you let him
think for himself, Leo?

You... Can you see him?

- Yeah, he's right there.
- Shoot this kid.

Why don't you let him
make his own decisions?

Shoot him!

The voices. They helped you, right?

It's where you get your ideas from.

While the other kids were outside
in the playground,

you were inside reading,
studying, learning.

The voices wouldn't stop.

They helped you understand things
that other people could never realize

and...

Then as you grew older,
it became almost a responsibility.

Right?
A responsibility to use that ability.

To use your knowledge.

String theory. The Theory of Everything.

Shoot him, Ted.

Then M-Theory, encompassing
all the strings, unifying the theories.

- Don't push him, Reid.
- You know what's funny?

Most people say that M-Theory

can never be proved because
the mathematical tools do not yet exist.

- Don't push him.
- But you see it, right? Am I right?

You can see the different strings
unifying the dimensions.

The gravitational infinities
canceling each other out.

You see them. Right, Dr. Bryar?

You see them
because you have the tools.

Your mind is that tool.

He's one of them, Ted.
One of them.

Shut up!

It's going on too long.
I'm going in.

And I have to believe that
if you put your mind to it,

you'll realize that
only you can make Leo stop.

You can make him stop
by understanding him.

By understanding that he is a liar
and he only wants bad things for you.

- I need to believe that, Dr. Bryar.
- I said kill him, Ted!

I had to. He was going to kill us.

I had to. God forgive me.

We need an ambulance.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's a little late for all that.

You going to the hospital?

I'm going to ride in
with the psychiatrist.

See you over there.

- She going to be all right?
- Yeah. I think so.

Gideon, will you tell him that
I don't need to go to the hospital?

Regulations are regulations.

- You all right?
- Yeah. I'm fine, Dad.

- Elle.
- Yeah?

Don't ever call me Dad again.

How do you think he'd feel
about "Mom"?

Let me know when
you're going to do that, so I can run.

Reid, you probably saved
my life in there.

Probably? I totally saved your life.

And I'm pretty certain that
it was caught on tape.

You know what you said in there?
To Bryar?

That you know what it's like...

The guy was a delusional psychotic.
I was playing into his fantasy.

Go to the hospital.
I'll see you there. All right?

Albert Einstein asked

the question that sometimes
drives me hazy,

"'Am I or the others crazy?'"