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(Busta Rhymes' "Break Ya Neck")

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Check it out, see ♪

♪ The only thing you
need to do right here is ♪

♪ Just nod your freakin' head ♪

♪ So let me do this psh ♪

♪ Y'all know when we come
we be makin' it flop ♪

♪ The way we makin' it
hot'll make a... wanna stop ♪

♪ Get money then cash
that check for me ♪

♪ All my people just
bust your tech for me ♪

♪ Everybody from every
hood, bang your head ♪

♪ Till you break your
m... head for me ♪

♪ We be always blowing
the spot, again and again ♪

♪ And make a... really want to stop ♪

♪ Better tell your crew, your peeps ♪

♪ All my... better put they troops on ♪

♪ And gather up your soldiers ♪

♪ You know you better
keep your boots on ♪

Are you seeing this? There's a boot logger.

They're gonna know we were here.

That's why I'm changing the
grades on the backup server.

And that helps us how?

Once I zero out the local drives,

they'll have no choice but to
restore them from the backups.

Yada, yada, yada, new grades in place.

No sign we were here. You're welcome. Psh.

The cops are here!

Like, not the campus cops, the real cops!

Oh, God... they've entered the building.

We have to go. Now!

- Just give me a minute.
- We don't have one.

(keyboard clacking)

Let's go, guys, come on.

Agh!

Uhh! I did not enjoy that!

The cops saw us. What
if they can I.D. us, man?

This is so, so bad.

Actually, this is very, very good.

See, now we know the
true police response time,

so if we account for that here

and adjust the other
variables accordingly, booyah.

- Next time, we'll...
- Next time, we'll study!

Oh, God.

Well, you did it. Officers, you caught us.

A bunch of dumb college kids
just trespassing on campus

as dumb college kids are wont to do.

Now, you could take us down
to the station, I get that.

Fill out all that boring
paperwork, but for what?

I mean, it's a silly misdemeanor.

So why don't we just chalk this
up we just being out here...

- Agh!
- (taser clacking)

Uhh! Ohh.

♪♪

_

(grunts softly)

(distant sirens)

♪♪

(chuckling) You look tired.

You need a
pick-me-up?

Beats the hell out of espresso.

It was fun pretending to be
somebody else for the weekend,

but I'm... on the clock now.

Dr. Jekyll and Agent Reade.

(chuckling)

(snorting)

Nikki, I gotta get ready.

You feel ready to me.

Shepherd looked me right in the eye.

Just before...

There was nothing you could do.

That's the problem!

I mean, Shepherd goes where she wants.

Does what she wants.

Kills who she wants!

There's nothing that we can ever do.

Well, not entirely.

She didn't count on us finding Clark.

She killed him because he knew something.

Clark was lucid for a second.

He mentioned something
about "The Truman Protocol."

Does that mean anything to you?

No... but, look, I'll look into it.

Uh, in the meantime...

Property records.

For Ellen Briggs.

(Weller) This is everywhere that Shepherd
lived before she went off the grid?

Meaning Roman and I might
have lived there, too.

We need to send you and Roman
to every one of these addresses.

See if any of them trigger
anything that leads us to Shepherd.

Hey, sorry to interrupt. There's
something you need to see.

What are you doing back here already?

I'm okay... I saw a doctor,

and she said there's nothing
physically wrong with me.

All the more reason to get
checked out psychologically.

An okay person doesn't collapse at work.

I had to come in today. For a tattoo.

You solved a new one?

Actually, this one solved itself.

By design, this tattoo
had to be solved today.

How is that possible?

There's an equation hidden in the tattoo.

Its variables correspond to
real-world economic values...

stock prices, commodities, futures.

This morning, for the first
time, the equation balanced out.

- So something is about to go down.
- But what?

I'm not sure yet, but I'm
pretty sure it involves lithium.

In order for this equation to work,

its market price had to
pass an all-time high.

What's so special about lithium?

It's the main component in all
modern high-capacity batteries.

Everything from smart
phones to electric cars.

Lithium powers the things
that power everything.

It's quickly becoming the new oil.

But what about the tattoo itself?

It's the seal for a secret society
at Jameson College called Daedalus.

The smart guy from Greek mythology.

Made Icarus's wings, right?

Stop looking at me like
that when I know things.

Pretentious college kids and lithium.

That does not add up.

Maybe they're mixing it
with Jaeger and doing shots?

(chuckles) All right, how
secret is this secret society?

Very... members have a
strict code of silence,

but a partial list of alumni
was leaked a few years back.

(Nas) Wow, that's some
pretty heavy hitters here.

Fortune 500 CEOs, a couple of senators.

Even a former chairman
of the Federal Reserve.

(Weller) No...

And Gord Enver.

Yeah, I thought you might like that one.

Why does that sound familiar to me?

Because it's Rich.com's real name.

Please tell me we don't
need to bring him in.

We need a member who will talk.

And no one likes talking more than Rich.

(elevator bell dings)

(Zapata) What the hell?

Looks like someone found religion.

(Jane) Looks like someone
found all the religions.

Children, let us pray.

You've got to be kidding me.

(whispered prayer)

Bless this mess.

You done?

We need to ask you for a little help.

Say no more.

With a case.

I'd love to help you,

but, uh, I'm actually pretty busy

trying to investigate the spiritual plane

and reclaim my tattered
soul from eternal damnation.

We have some questions about Daedalus.

True answers come from within, Jane.

Cooperate... and we can make your
incarceration far more comfortable.

What can you offer the
man who wants for nothing?

(Weller) The rest of your time in prison

becoming a living hell
if you don't cooperate.

Every home is a prison.

Every prison a home.

I have no home, ergo, I have no prison.

So your religion is Fortune Cookie.

It's easier to hide behind
simple jokes... I get it.

Just tell us what this is.

How'd you get this?

What is the formula doing on your body?

What do you mean? What's "the formula"?

(handcuffs clinking)

Okay, off the record, it's
an old Daedalus tradition.

It's a risk-reward algorithm we use

to determine which risky activity
is actually worth the risk.

Cheating on tests, shoplifting...

unprotected sex... you know, the fun stuff.

But some alumni have actually taken

to using it in their post-college lives

to justify some pretty
shady business dealings.

Like becoming a dark web kingpin.

Let he who is without sin...

Please focus, Rich.

(Weller) This version of the formula...

what's it for?

Oh, Gott im Himmel.

This is bad. This is very bad.

What's bad, Rich?

Koran Surah 5:101.

"Do not ask about things
which, if they are shown you,

will distress you."

I'm already distressed!

What does it mean?

Matthew 24:7.

And nation will rise against nation,

kingdom against kingdom.

This permutation of the formula
determines the optimal time

to start an armed conflict.

And, according to these numbers,

that time is today.

What are you saying, Rich?

Call your family and
tell them you love them.

Because this is a formula to start a war.

♪♪

Sync and corrections by explosiveskull
www.addic7ed.com

Basically, Rich is right.

There's nothing basic
about it... I'm right.

The formula's been tweaked
to determine at what point

lithium becomes so expensive

that it's more cost
effective to just, you know,

invade another country and take theirs.

- (Weller) Which country?
- Hard to say, based on the data set.

All major conflicts begin with a catalyst,

a casus belli, if you will.

Anyone can start a war if
they find the right spark.

And blame it on the right country.

See? She gets it. All you need to do

is force the government's hand
with a large enough attack.

So what's the attack, and which
country's getting framed for it?

And which members of Daedalus
are involved in the conspiracy?

How should I know? I belong to a...

very different club now.

Okay, so you're gonna pontificate?

Start waxing poetic on who else
we should look at in Daedalus.

Zach Riley. He's gotta be involved.

You know Zach Riley?

Know him? He got me into Daedalus.

The guy who wants to colonize the moon?

Oh, he's more than just the moon guy.

His software, RileyShare,
was practically the birth

of digital music distribution.
Sold it for billions.

Now he's a major player in everything from

artificial intelligence to electric cars.

He's also a major ass-hat, okay?

It's like me, but without the wit or
the looks or the char... You know what?

It's not a good comparison, okay?

- Imagine...
- Oh, my God.

Electric cars are powered by lithium.

There... Riley Motors

is one of the biggest buyers
of lithium in the hemisphere.

So if the U.S. invade the right country,

they could save him billions.

I want to know where
Zach Riley is, right now.

Anyone else in Daedalus
that we should know about?

Well, there's probably
one guy I should mention.

No.
N-N-N-N-No.

You didn't tell me he would be here.

I... if this is another one of your
schemes to get me back, I swear...

I had nothing to do with this.

- (scoffs)
- You like nice, by the way.

Don't talk to me, don't look at me...

Don't look at you? Come on, look at me!

I'm a changed man because of you.

You made me wanna be a better human.

Okay, so... uck! You again?

Lovely to see you as well.

(sighs)

All right, guess where
Zach Riley is right now.

Back at Jameson College,

an honoree for the winter carnival.

That makes sense...
Daedalus will traditionally

hide their meetings under the
cover of larger alumni events.

It's, uh, designed to help
safeguard their secrecy.

At some point during the carnival,

they'll have a members-only
cocktail party at The Labyrinth.

The what?

Daedalus's clubhouse on campus.

(Jane) Well, we need
to get in that building.

Find out who Riley's conspiring with
and when the attack's gonna happen.

Good luck... groups a lot
scarier than the F.B.I.

have tried that and failed miserably.

Why go in as F.B.I. when we got two
card-carrying members right here?

- (Weller) That's a good point.
- Me go with Rich?

Uh, no, just give me the death penalty.

Oh, my God, how many times
do I have to say I'm sorry?

Once! You have to say it one time!

Enough, you two!

Can members take a date to this party?

I mean, it's been a while since
I've been available to attend,

- but, uh, yeah, they sure used to.
- Great.

You'll go separately with a plus one.

That way, have twice the
eyes and ears in there.

I'm sorry, but... why
would I help any of you?

'Cause I can transfer you to Victorville.

That's 85 miles from your parents in L.A.

I know it's been a little
hard for them to travel,

so this way, they'll be
able to visit you more often.

- As for you, Rich...
- Tut, tut, tut.

The Talmud states that
whoever saves a life,

it is considered as if
they saved an entire world.

Stopping this war will
save thousands of lives,

and therefore, thousands of worlds.

That's quite enough for me.

♪♪

(Jane) It's a war formula.

You need me out there.

No, right now, it's a recon mission.

All right? Our priority is still Sandstorm.

Nas will take you and Roman to
all of Shepherd's old residences.

See if any of them trigger any memories.

Are you sure?

- (Patterson) Stop touching this.
- You're touching it.

I'm allowed to, it's mine.

Yeah... uh... I can handle Rich.

All right? But we need a lead on Shepherd.

So, please, find out.

Yeah, okay.

We have to infiltrate Daedalus,

get a pulse on Riley, and stop this attack.

So, Boston and Rich, they
can get us into The Labyrinth.

Patterson, are you up for some field work?

- Yes.
- Good.

You're with Boston.

Uck, Agent Granny Panties?

Oh, it's not exactly
Comic-Con for me, either, dude.

She knows this world.

And her tech skills could come in handy.

Rich... You take Tasha.

Which one's Tasha?

(Weller) That one.

(winces) No offense, but I don't think

anyone's gonna buy
Suzy-Frowns-A-Lot as my plus one.

And, really, there's only
one person in the whole F.B.I.

that can maybe pass as my date.

Jane's busy.

You're not talking about Jane.

♪♪

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(clears throat)

See, this is trust. This is friendship.

Equal footing.

(Rich) Ahh.

That water taste funny to you?

It's a little isotope that Nas cooked up.

It stays in your body for days,

trackable by satellites.

You leave me for a second,

I'll find you and I'll shoot
you as a fleeing fugitive.

You are so controlling.

Why do I keep coming back to you?

So what happened between you and Rich?

He, uh, got sober in prison and
realized you were the worst person ever?

I don't want to talk about it.

So is there a Mr. Boring
Lab Coat in your life?

I don't wanna talk about it.

(Weller) All right, we're
heading in. Can you hear us?

All right, Riley went into
The Labyrinth 20 minutes ago.

All right, let's get eyes
on him as fast as we can.

See who he's talking to.

Uh, guys, these don't look
like typical college bouncers.

Only the penitent man shall pass.

All right, well, now you're
just quoting "The Last Crusade."

Mmm!

No!

No, Gord Enver is not welcome here.

Phineas Gilmartin!

How dare you come back
here after what you did?

- Oh...
- Under no conditions

is this man to enter this building.

Phineas, you're not still mad about that?

- Good-bye, Gord.
- Phinny!

To err is human, to forgive is...

Fellas, I'm a member here. It's just
a little inside joke we play sometimes.

Okay, um, well... what if I were to
tell you that he is a, uh, huge racist?

How 'bout that? I'm not just
telling you, by the way, but...

You do realize getting inside that
building is a matter of national security.

- So... what haven't you told me?
- Ow, ow, ow! Jeez!

Okay, I maybe kinda-sorta forgot
to mention that I'm kinda-sorta

persona non grata
around here these days.

Hey, now we can go check out the carnival.

Huh? Maybe take in the ice sculptures?

Riley is about to start a war.

It's a bit hard to stop from out here.

There may be another way. Come on.

People forgot about these
tunnels once Prohibition ended.

But I used to use them to sneak all
kinds of other things into The Labyrinth.

Hookers, Kurt, I'm talking about hookers.

I mean, if you're gonna
push to be uncouth, you know.

Why does Phineas hate you so much?

Apart from the obvious.

Oh, I took apart his BWM

and then reassembled it
on the roof of his dorm.

I don't know why he got so upset.

I'm the one that almost got expelled.

Hey, what gives? No, uh...

judgmental glare? No lecture
on reaping what I sow?

Ah, I nearly got expelled myself.

- A few times.
- What?

Kurt Weller, master prankster.
Is that what you're telling me?

- I want details.
- So do I.

Oh, my God. We're having a
moment right now, aren't we?

- No!
- You're realizing we're not so different.

We're two peas in a pod. Yin and yang.

Isaac and Ishmael.
DeVito and Schwarzenegger.

Can you please just try and stay focused?

- Oh, hey, wait.
- What?

Well, this is the door,
but the handle's different.

How?

Well, it's not there anymore?

Probably on account of all
the hookers I bought up.

I mentioned the hookers, right?

Yes, you did.

So what's behind that door?

The closet.

- All right.
- What...

- Stand back.
- What are you doing?

Okay.

(guests gasping and chatting)

Oh, see what they did? They took out
the closet to make room for the...

Yeah, this is better.

(guns cocking)

I mean...

not for us right now, obviously.

♪♪

(clapping) Well, if it
isn't the one and only

Gord Enver, everybody!

I wondered how you might make an entrance.

You did not disappoint. (laughing)

Guys, please... he's a member.

Well, he was a member, right, before...

You know what? He's with me.

- Thad Munson.
- Yes.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

(laughing)

Ah, it's good to see you, pal.

(Rich) Oh, stop it.

My, who's your friend?

I would like to introduce
you to Kurt... Enver.

My husband.

Hm.

Nice try.

But this guy's got "hooker"
written all over him.

(laughter)

- His arms are all burly.
- Rrr, rrr!

You mind me asking where you got him?
Because I'd back that stallion, whew.

Oh, he's definitely a prostitute.

(laughter)

Thad, Phineas Gilmartin was
giving me a bit of attitude...

Yeah, you know what, I'll handle Phineas.

You and your, uh, meat
trophy enjoy yourself.

(sighs)

Reade, Tasha... what have we got on
Thad Munson and Phineas Gilmartin?

(Zapata) Phineas is an insurance
lobbyist going through a bad divorce.

And Thad's a Wall Street
guy known as The Vampire.

Buys struggling companies and
sucks out every last penny.

Yeah, he just did it to
a pharmaceutical company.

He raised their cancer
drug prices by over 1,000%.

This guy definitely needs to be locked up,

but probably not for a terrorist attack.

♪♪

This is where we grew up?

15 Robin Hood Lane.

According to property records,
this is where Shepherd lived

when she brought you
back from South Africa.

Anything?

No. You?

No.

If this is where we were raised...

it should mean something, right?

Well, let's take a look inside.

Well, what if someone comes home?

Or Shepherd could be
expecting us to come here.

It could be a trap.

With you two... I'll take my chances.

(light music and party chatter)

Hmm.

(Rich) Zach Riley, 10:00.

Standing at a table with...

Ah, I can't tell from here.

Ahem!

Shall we? Hmm?

♪♪

What about now?

Oof! That's Bradford
Winer, international lawyer.

Does a lot of work with
the state department.

If I were trying to seize
resources from a foreign country

I would definitely want him on my side.

Their plan of attack
could be on that computer.

Can you get past his security measures?

Well, technically, I'm
barred by the U.S. government

from operating any illeg... Ohh! Okay.

The local security is not the issue.

The tricky part is the fob in Riley's hand.

It generates a new, eight-digit
pass code every 90 seconds,

and it can't be faked... we need that code.

(Weller) Patterson, you got that?

We'll handle the key fob.

(Weller) We'll get the computer.

♪♪

Come on, honey.

(lock clicking)

Hard to believe we ever
lived in a place so...

Normal?

You remember something?

No.

I can't even remember
the house I grew up in.

Maybe Shepherd kept us someplace different.

Shepherd took my life away.

- Roman...
- She took everything!

- I know how you feel.
- Then why don't you feel it?!

She did this to you, too!

Where's your anger?

Where's your hurt?!

Roman... hey...

I need you to calm down, okay?

No...

She stole my life from me.

She's gonna pay.

(door opens)

You're in pretty low gear today.

I been dating Nikki.

- Freddy's girlfriend?
- Ex-girlfriend.

Oh, the ex-girlfriend of the
killer you helped skip town?

Do you have any idea how messed up that is?

No, thought never crossed my mind, Zapata.

(Weller) Reade, Tasha,

Rich and I are headed upstairs.

- You got eyes on the guards?
- Only the ones in front.

Well, we're gonna have to risk it.

How do you know this is where
Riley would keep his laptop?

Trust me, I know more
about Zach than Zach does.

We were best friends back in the day.

Till you pissed him off?

No, until he pissed me off when he took
something that didn't belong to him.

Haven't spoken to him since.

(grunts)

(sighs) You know, actually,

you could say that he pretty much set
me on the path to becoming Rich.com...

Rich! I don't need the origin story.

Right, nobody likes a prequel.

(latch clicks)

Zachy boy.

Some people never change.

We're ready for that password.

(Patterson) All right, it
should be displayed on that fob.

(Boston) Damn, front shirt pocket.

Hardest pocket to pick.

Okay, well, what if...

What if we just spill something on him,

and he has to take the key
fob out to change, right?

Yeah, alone in a bathroom somewhere.

I thought you were the smart one.

I...

Wait...

Come here. Hey, Zach!

- Zach?
- What are you doing?

(laughing) Zach Riley!

So great to see you!

- (laughing)
- Boston!

It's been... too long.

Way too long! (coughs)

Oh, look at ya, huh?

Hey, you put NASA out of business yet?

Hey, I really want to introduce
you to somebody, all right?

Zach Riley, visioneer of the future,

please allow me to introduce Patterson.

- Hi.
- The love of my life.

Really? I thought you were...

It is such an honor to meet you, Mr. Riley.

Oh, my God, if I were a kid today,

I... your just... your poster
would just be right between

Albert Einstein and Marie Curie.

I'm just a businessman who likes to dream.

Wonderful, it has just been
such a treat and a half.

Seriously, thank you
so much. Okay, have fun.

(chuckling)

Hands off, she's all mine.

Weller, the code is 08...

28... 07... 18.

(beep)

Uh, we're in.

Okay, I'm floating all hard drive contents

to Lenny and Squiggy
in the creepy black van.

Reade, Tasha, data's coming your way.

Look for anything indicating
a pending attack on U.S. soil.

Weller! The guards are heading upstairs.

- Rich, you better wrap it up.
- Just give me a minute.

Rich...

That's already been invented.

- H-Has it?
- Yes.

Well, why do it still have plaque?

Well, okay, I'm gonna let you get
back to being a billionaire, I guess.

It's so great to see you, huh?

Sir, Gord Enver has been
located on the premises.

Still tight with Gord, Boston?

Uh... uh, Gord, yeah. We... we're, um...

we're actually in the same complex,

but we're not on civil terms right now.

- That's too bad.
- Yeah.

What's in your hand?

Nothing.

Feel a little high
strung? Go join a quartet.

- Excuse me.
- Okay.

Weller, get out of there.

Riley's coming your way.

Thanks for the heads-up.

♪♪

What the hell are you doing, Gord?

Mr. Riley, I'm the assistant...

You know exactly what I'm doing here, Zach.

I'm here for what's rightfully mine.

Proof that I was the sole
inventor of RileyShare,

that you stole that code
from me before you dropped out

and moved to Silicon Valley,

that your entire empire is built on a lie!

That I, Gordon Meredith Enver,

should be in your shoes,
breathing your rarefied air

as a beloved visionary instead of...

lurking, nameless and
thankless in the shadows,

like some digital thug!

Give us a moment.

Gord... I'm so sorry...

that you feel that way.

But I didn't steal anything from you.

Yeah, we developed some
of that code together,

but then I begged you to move to
Silicon Valley with me to finish it.

No, no. No, no, no, no, no.

Yes! I remember, because I couldn't believe

how little faith you had in us.

In yourself.

The things we could've done together.

But, no... you ran the numbers through

that stupid formula and then
opted to stay and finish college.

Take the safe route.

Weller, we just found a
draft of a press release

on Riley's laptop announcing
the sale of Riley Motors

so he can focus more on his space efforts.

Riley's getting out of
the lithium business.

He's got no reason to be
part of this conspiracy.

We're sorry about the mix-up.

He gets a little carried
away sometimes, don't you?

Uh, Gord, we should go.

We've wasted enough of Mr. Riley's time.

I'm sorry, sir.

Gord...

If you're up for it,

there's always a spot for you on my team.

- Oh, that is...
- That is very generous!

I'm sure you'll hear from him.

Let's go, honey.

(panting)

Hey... It's okay.

We still have a couple
more addresses to try.

Which is why we should
get back on the road.

(sighs)

He needs to regain his composure,

and I don't think his prison cell in
Zero Division is a good place to do that.

Let's let him catch his breath, okay?

Then we'll get right back out there.

Okay, fine, but make it quick.

Here you go.

(sighs)

Place is a bit sparse.

Haven't had much time to decorate.

At least your doors open
when you want them to.

They didn't always.

- Nice flowers.
- _

Who's Oliver?

Just a friend.

_

_

What is it?

I remember something.

(Patterson) All right, the
tattoo still points to Daedalus.

Even if Zach Riley isn't
plotting a U.S. attack

to trigger a war, someone else here is.

From this point on,
every member is a suspect.

(Boston) This is all Rich's fault.

Sends us on some wild goose chase

because of a personal
grudge he can't let go of.

Okay, is there an alumni
room here somewhere

where we can get information?

You know, it's always about Rich with Rich.

He doesn't care about
other people's issues.

- He doesn't...
- Would you shut up about Rich!

You broke up, you just
need to deal with it.

At least your ex didn't try to kill you

and then hand you over to a madwoman

to be tortured and exploit your grief

over your one true love who died because

you wouldn't move in with him.

You feel better?

(sighs)

Kinda.

- Great.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

So can we talk about my problems again?

- Okay.
- You know, Rich just will not shut up,

and I have asked him
on numerous occasions...

♪♪

Reade, Tasha,

keep searching through Riley's files.

See if you can find out
who he sold Riley Motors to.

We're looking for anyone who
can benefit from the invasion

of a lithium-rich country.

Zach's right, you know.

I gave up on the software
to stay in college

and finish my degree... a piece of paper.

(Weller) That's Congressman Kelley.

He's on the Armed Forces Subcommittee.

A piece of paper that cost
me billions of dollars, okay?

Are you happy now, Mom and Dad, huh?

- Why don't you take that piece of paper...
- Rich! Rich!

...and roll it up real
tight and shove it up your...

Shh! Rich. We're on a mission.

Drop the existential crisis.

Who cares about the mission?

Kurt, listen. Don't be like me, okay?

Don't waste your life on missions.

You grab Jane now,

before somebody else does,

and then uses her to
make billions of dollars.

I know that last part
didn't really make sense,

but you see what I'm saying, right?

(bell chiming)

What's going on?

(Rich) It's the Awakening.

It's a sacred Daedalus ritual.

This better not be a sex thing.

If it is, we should probably
go along with it, right?

We don't wanna blow our cover.

I can't believe your real
name is Boston Arliss Crab.

I thought it was an alias.

You're making fun of my name
when your first name is...

Wait, who's that guy?

(Boston) Excellent question.

I got eyes on a shady-looking
dude headed straight for the exit.

Follow him, but don't engage.

- We're on our way.
- If you want the heart of a lion,

you must first be willing to consume it.

Who will be the first to partake with me?

Stop! No one leaves once
the Awakening has begun.

(chuckling)

(grunting)

(guests gasping)

(bone snaps) Uhh!

Come on.

Oh, you're definitely banned now, Gord.

Oh, suck it, Phineas.

- What's wrong with rich people?
- We get bored.

Got an I.D. on the guy who left the party.

His name is Benjamin Oren.

He's an executive at
Northlake Military Contractors.

Northlake stands to make
millions if an attack on the U.S.

led to military action overseas.

(Patterson) He's sending another text.

Right. We're following him
into the Fine Arts building.

(panting) Boston, what are you doing?

Let's go!

♪♪

Okay.

Ohh! Hi. We...

We didn't know anybody was in here.

W-We came in here to
have sex with each other.

- Oh...
- We find each other incredibly attractive.

(gun cocks)

Oh sonova.

♪♪

Uh... Boston!

(gunfire)

(all grunting)

(metal clangs)

(both grunting)

(Weller) Patterson.

Reade, Tasha... help me now.

On our way.

Rich, give me your hand.

You're giving me a gun right now?

We are totally leveling
up on our friendship.

- What are you doing?
- Give me your other hand!

I'm saving your life.

- Here.
- (handcuffs snap)

- Ow!
- You don't wanna run towards gunfire.

Gunfire doesn't kill
people! People kill people!

I guess, technically,
gunfire does kill people.

(handcuffs clattering)

Gah! Uhh!

(both grunting)

(gunshot)

- Aah!
- Sorry!

Uhh!

Ohh!

Down!

Uhh!

(gun cocks)

Drop it. F.B.I. Drop the weapon.

- Move!
- Ohh!

Gord?

Hey, Thad, you wouldn't happen to have

a tie clip or a hairpin on you, would you?

Little trouble with your date?

(laughing) No, it's nothing like that.

It's, um...

All right, look, I'm with the F.B.I.

There's some heavy-duty
stuff going down right now,

and I need to help stop it.

You're about to pull a
gun on me, aren't you?

Wha... what makes you say that, Gord?

The fact that you left
the Awakening Ceremony.

You're not fleeing from
the sound of gunfire.

Also, there's a pistol-shaped
bulge in your jacket.

Ohh...

(screams) Jeez!

You crazy? You could have hit me!

You're lucky I need someone
like you alive, Gord.

Or should I say Rich.com?

♪♪

Here, is this the restaurant?

Yeah, this is it. I was watching
for a truck over there and...

Weller was sitting right in that
window with a... with a woman.

Who?

Agh! I don't know, I...

Look, uh, I need to go
and check in with Weller.

Take him inside.

Yeah, okay.

(Jane) Roman...

Roman.

(engine revving)

(crash, tires screeching)

(grunting)

- I killed her.
- Who?

It's okay, Emma.

Emma. Uh... Weller's friend.

- Middle-aged, dark hair?
- Yeah.

Weller said Emma Shaw died in a
car accident less than a year ago.

You killed Taylor Shaw's mother.

Why? Why would I do that?

Because Emma would have
known I wasn't her daughter.

Shepherd was protecting my cover story.

Tying up loose threads.

By making me kill an innocent person.

- We need to tell Nas.
- No, Roman, wait...

Weller can't find out through her.

Okay? Let me tell him.

The Shaw family was very important to him.

He'll take it better coming from me.

Let's go.

So you're telling me your plan was
to steal a bunch of radioactive crap

and then detonate a dirty
bomb at your alma mater?

One of my partners was
supposed to unlock this,

but he's indisposed, so... get to hacking!

This is not a good plan, okay?

I mean, no offense, but everyone's
gonna know it was an inside job.

Actually, they'll figure it was him.

A Bolivian rebel with an axe
to grind against the U.S.,

killed while stealing
some pretty scary stuff.

Bolivia.

A lithium-rich country.

With a government... about to collapse.

Thad, come on. This isn't you.

You dick around with
pharmaceutical prices, not war!

Business is business, and thanks to
my recent acquisition of Riley motors,

business just got very, very good.

- Zach sold to you?
- And a few other members.

Lithium was getting too expensive,

but we're not gonna have that problem.

No, but the F.B.I.'s already onto you.

They're gonna know the truth.

Once this bomb goes off,
the truth isn't gonna matter.

Tomorrow morning, when an
entire U.S. city is glowing red,

nobody's gonna care what a couple of
Feds and their pet rat have to say.

Now hack!

I'm sorry, but my Buddhist teachings
prohibit me from contributing to violence.

- (gunshot)
- Ohh! Oh, my God.

You shot me in the foot!

Next time, I aim higher.

Okay, okay.

♪♪

Benjamin Oren's still unconscious.
The other guy's just a Northlake grunt.

- Doesn't know much.
- And Rich went missing.

- He ran, again.
- Start tracking him.

I found this on Oren.

(Reade) What's it for?

I don't know, but I recognize the letters.

Riley School of Alternative Energy.

The school has a hazardous
materials containment system.

Right here on campus.

- How hazardous?
- Radioactive.

We figured out who Oren was texting with.

Thad Munson... they just pinged Thad's
phone at the school of alternative energy.

He's there right now with Rich.

We got the key... so Thad's using Rich
to break out this nuclear material.

They're not here to plan an attack.

They're here to execute one.

♪♪

Reade, Tasha, anything on your floors?

- (Reade) Not yet.
- (Zapata) Negative.

Patterson, get a local PD to
help us lock down The Labyrinth

until we know who else is involved.

Call in HAZMAT and pray to
God that we don't need them.

No! You're too late!

Oh-kay...

Munson, let him go.

Turn around, Fed, or
your Buddhist friend here

gets his third eye!

Third eye is actually a Hindu...

(both) Shut up!

I'm sorry, Rich.

I can't let him get
away with that container.

That's okay, why are you apologizing to me?

- I don't know why...
- 'Cause...

- (gunshot)
- Ohh! Ohh!

- Put the gun down.
- Okay!

- (Rich groaning)
- Back up.

Strontium's been contained.

- Send me an ambulance.
- Agh!

Rich has been shot.

Twice.

You shot the hostage.

Your obsession with the movie
"Speed" has become very unhealthy.

(groaning)

(siren bloops)

You know, Boston,

I might actually miss you
when you go to California.

Hmm.

(police radio chatter)

- _
- (Patterson) Wait...

You made this?

In a different life.

Well... it's incredible.

How does someone this
talented become a criminal?

I followed my heart.

Stupid, right?

So what are the chances I get a full
pardon now that I'm a national hero?

You do realize that your work
with us is highly classified?

Well, don't I get a medal of some kind?

Purple Heart, Silver Star?

Redemption's its own reward.

Ah, stupid spiritual enlightenment.

Ow! Jeez, that's close.

See ya.

What if I told you I could
help you solve another tattoo?

What? I'm here every other week.

You don't think I know
what you guys are up to?

What'll it cost us?

All I want is for Boston to be
transferred to a minimum security facility.

The white collar kind. Tennis
courts and macramé classes.

Then, at the earliest possible chance,

he gets out on good behavior.

Which religion is telling you to do this?

Actually, I was thinking
of starting one of my own.

- That's terrifying.
- Wow...

How dare you.

So what have you got?

I may have done a little
snooping around the Jane Doe files

last time I paid you two a visit.

(Weller) Of course you did.

Recognize this?

Because I sure do.

Hey... um...

I've been reading Dr. Sun's file.

- Look...
- Hey, if you want me

to open up to a therapist

post-Borden, I'm damn well
gonna do my homework on them.

I wanted to know why
she left Zero Division.

Look, that file doesn't
tell the whole story.

It says that she was there...

when Sandstorm infiltrated your group.

And that she voiced concerns
about the team member

that later turned out to be compromised.

But no one listened to her.

I didn't listen.

Because you were too close to the mole?

How did you get over it?

That feeling of... being betrayed.

I... I didn't.

And... and it cost me dearly.

But, look, Patterson,
you still have a chance.

Talk to Dr. Sun.

Put Borden behind you.

(keys jingling)

Nikki?

_

You think Patterson
will be pleased or pissed

when she finds out Rich cracked a tattoo?

Pissed.

Definitely pissed.

Yeah. How'd it go today?

Roman, did he... remember anything?

No.

It was worth a shot.

We'll find her.

Shepherd.

Yeah.

Wasn't so bad,

out in the field today, with Rich.

Maybe he is finding his... soul.

Well, plus, you got to shoot him.

I wish you could have seen that.

- (phone jingles)
- Me, too.

(chuckling)

I gotta go.

A hot date?

No, I... Well, I mean...

Yeah, but it's not, you
know, it's not... it's...

It's a date.

- (chuckling)
- So...

I'll see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

_

_

(door opens)

Tell me you have something
on Truman Protocol.

It seems to be a series of meetings
that took place in the '40s...

in the buildup to the dropping
of the A-bomb on Hiroshima.

So what has that got to
do with Sandstorm now?

I don't know.

You know, I've been in the business
of secrets for my entire life, and...

I've never encountered
anything this buried.

You're telling me that every Truman
Protocol file has been redacted?

No...

I'm telling you that there are no files.

That whatever the Truman protocol was,

somebody has worked very hard
to have it completely erased.

The F.B.I. was all over me today.

They were just after Munson and his crew.

Relax. He's taken care of.

Some advance notice would be nice.

(chuckling)

Shepherd's not big on notice.

You sure the F.B.I. knows
nothing about our arrangement?

Well, not unless you said something.

I'd die before I told anyone.

Yes...

or, failing that, afterwards.

♪♪

Smile, Mr. Riley.

We couldn't do Phase Two without you.

♪♪

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