All language subtitles for Leverage s04e11 The Experimental Job

Make it stop!
Make it stop!

Aaaah!

Let me out! I won't die in here!

You hear me?!

Aah! Help me!

Help! Help me!

Is he, like, homeless
or something?

Not anymore.

You all right, man?

I was this close with
Ashleigh Berkowitz, man.

You and berserkertits?

Yeah.

Until this happened.

Man, I want them out of the
house first thing tomorrow.

The entire experiment?

Yeah, move them to
the psych building.

Come on. Let's go.

So, Boston PD took this
as part of an investigation?

More like that was
the investigation.

How do you mean?

Their whole attitude was when a
homeless man dies in a river,

it's not a crime --
it's a heart attack.

I had to pay for the
autopsy myself.

And?

Heart attack.

Miss Schaevel, I'm
sorry for your loss,

but this is really not
the sort of thing --

they moved his body. Look.

This is a call for volunteers
to participate in experiments

studying the sleep
patterns of people

with post-traumatic
stress disorder.

Your dad had PTSD?

You know, just a little something
to remember Vietnam by.

That's where he
was when he died.

Look, you have to understand,

these university experiments
are run by undergrads.

I mean, kids -- literally.

Okay, so y-y-you're saying
that you think your dad died,

the kids panicked, they
tried to hide his body.

I think that they thought
that because he was homeless,

nobody would notice, I
mean, much less care.

I mean, help me
prove them wrong.

I thought what you guys did

was help people when
nobody else would.

Travis Zilgram.

He's a 22-year-old senior with
a concentration in psychology.

Now, the experiment seems
to be his honors thesis,

and it's a sleep study
on patients with PTSD.

Until recently, they held
these experiments in, like,

a private farm facility,

but after Schaevel's death,
they moved it here,

to the basement of the
university psychology building.

Now, most people would
dive into the question of,

why did they move?

I, however, am not most people.

You want to skip the
"behold my genius" part

and just tell us what you found?

All right, all right, look.

In addition to
studying psychology,

Travis also serves as
the student president

of the order of the 206.

Part fraternity,
part secret society,

it was originally formed in 1874

by a group of university physicians
and Shakespearean scholars.

"206" refers to the number
of bones in the human body,

which is why they refer
to each other as Dustmen.

"Titus Andronicus."

- Yeah.
- "I will grind your bones into dust

and, with your blood
and it, make a paste."

Mm. Clever.

C-creepy. It's creepy.

It's not as creepy as the number of
Dustmen that hold high positions

in intelligence agencies
around the world.

You got CIA, MI6,
NSA, Mossad.

It's a feeder
fraternity for spies.

Well, the file that the Boston PD
had on Shaevel's death

was closed within an hour and
sealed by a federal order.

Somebody with a lot of juice
is protecting Zilgram.

Dustmen take care
of one another.

Yeah, but which Dustmen?
What are they protecting?

Well, why don't we just
try asking, for a change?

Hello. Yeah.
Travis Zilgram, please.

I'm on hold.

- This the one?
- Yep.

Subject has been
awake for 72 hours.

I was gonna give him a couple
more and then send him to you.

Three days.

We've got it pretty
loud in there.

Would you like to hear?

Nah. Plus, it's very cold.

That seems to be
the magic recipe.

Temperature near zero,
volume 90 decibels,

and just let them bake
for two to three days.

And they do all this for,
what, 50 bucks a day?

Well, when you're
homeless and hungry,

you'd do anything
for 50 bucks a day.

Look, your job is to break them.

Let me worry about how to
soften them up for you.

Yo, Trav. Phone.

Zilgram here. Who's this?

Who am I?

I'm the cop holding a warrant
with your name on it.

That case is closed. Nice try.

Well, I got it reopened.

Merry Christmas, mother--

He hung up.

Shocking.

Yeah, hi. Uh,
Mr. Conrad, please.

This is Travis Zilgram.

Safe to assume
Zilgram's on the move?

Ever been quail
hunting, Hardison?

- Do I look like I go quail hunting?
- Ask him something like,

you ever played a video game
where you go quail hunting?

You see, the birds,
understandably --

they don't like to be shot.

So they hide in the bushes.

When you hunt, you have to
beat the bushes with a stick.

That way, you scare the
birds into the sky,

and there's a man waiting there
with a gun and good aim,

and he picks them off.

That is seriously messed up.

Why would y'all tell me
something like that?

Why do you know that?

Okay, Sophie, Eliot,
go to Boston PD,

try to get in a little trouble.

- Hardison, you're with me.
- Where we going?

- Quail hunting.
- Obviously.

Yeah, she's not gonna settle
for anything under $30,000

in case you do not
close this deal.

I got to call you back.

You the ones requesting the
records on the Schaevel death?

Guilty as charged.
Carla Crim.

- That's Carla Crim.
- Novelist, true crime variety.

Yeah, well, those records
you requested --

sealed by a federal order.

- No idea what that means.
- She doesn't.

I live in a monarchy.

It means in this country,

politics trumps
justice every time.

But you think there was a case.

- Oh.
- A rookie on his first day

could have told you
that body was dumped.

And generally, people
don't move a body

unless they got
something to hide.

I-I'm sorry.
You came a long way.

Wish I had something
more to give you.

What if I want to get
to know you better?

Maybe... take you to dinner,
you know, talk shop,

exchange certain
things unofficially?

To anybody who knows me, it's
probably best if she calls me.

Oh? Uh...

Ohh.

Guess I accidentally
left that file behind.

I'll be back in five minutes.

Kid's making me nervous.

He's not doing anything.

Yeah, but that's my
point, you know?

I mean, he should be
panicking, and he's not.

He's just a kid, Nate.
How bad could it get?

How many grown men
said that about you

while you were raining digital
fire down on their lives?

Now I'm nervous.

What?

I'm getting some weird feedback.

It's like a -- like
a whumpa-whumpa.

Wait. What do you mean?
What kind of whumpa-whumpa?

I mean, how many
kinds are there?

There's seven of them.
Is it whumpa-pop whumpa-pop?

- Are you being serious right now?
- Hardison!

It's like a-a whumpa-tink
whumpa-tink.

All right, Nate.
You need to get out of there.

Yeah, well, it's too late.

Nate, who do you think that is?

The CIA.

You know him?

I know the type.

Dangerous.

My contact in MI6 is gone
AWOL, so he's off the list... you--

You -- are you just check --
you're checking out my --

- No.
- Wow.

What?

He's got to be pretty
high on the list.

Aren't that many people
anymore in the CIA

that rate heli-transport.

Well, whoever he is, he's
not afraid to take risks.

I told you, they take this
Dustman stuff pretty seriously.

All right, what's the point
of secret societies?

Why do we form them?
What's their function?

Keep secrets.

Unh-unh. No, no, no.
To tell secrets.

So, if we want
Zilgram's secrets,

we need to become the
people he tells them to.

How do we do that?

Well, not we -- you.

Nate, he's here.
Just can't sit close.

Well, fortunately, nothing
brings people together faster

than a common enemy.

Who's the common enemy?

Who do you think?

Hello.

My name is Dr. McClure,
and I'm visiting from Holyoke.

Dr. Bennett is feeling a little
under the weather today. Heh.

Since this is a
game-theory class,

I thought we'd start by,
uh, by playing a game.

How about you?
Do you want -- do you want to play?

- Uh, sure.
- Great.

I need you to come up here.

There's a lot of security here.

Yeah, it's there to
protect your privacy.

So, what year are you?

Freshmore -- man.

First one, first year. Yeah.

- Nervous?
- Uh-huh.

Well, don't be.

We treat our
volunteers very well.

Follow me.
Downstairs is restricted.

Now, Mr. Zilgram
is sitting in this chair

because he's a very bad man.

Well, it's true. I am.

You committed a crime.

And maybe it was an
accident, but someone died.

It was your fault.
And you got away with it.

Not really.

No, he didn't get away with it

because, for the
purposes of our game,

sitting in that chair means

that Mr. Zilgram
has been arrested.

Okay?

You had an accomplice.

Now, I'm gonna tell you the
same thing I told him.

If you rat out your friend,

I'll make sure you get a
lighter prison sentence.

Now, the way we play this
game is very simple.

You tell me whether or
not you will do that,

and I'll tell you whether
you won or lost.

Well, I won't do it.

Why not?

'Cause I'm not a snitch.

So you're saying
you're irrational?

No.

Then you're stupid.

'Cause he's gonna betray you

'cause that's what's
in his best interest.

That's what he's gonna do.

What you're gonna do is,

you're gonna go to jail
for a very long time.

You will, you know.

So what we're doing here is --

I have just, uh, demonstrated --

is a classic form of
prisoner's dilemma.

And what I'm gonna prove
today, mathematically,

is that in this situation,

it's always best to
betray your accomplice.

Give that man an award.
Bravo. Bravo, sir.

Please stop. I can't take no more.
Seriously, stop.

The problem with classic PD

is that it doesn't
take into account

Hofstadter's theory
of superrationality.

- Hofstadter's theory was
- It was first paper

in JIGT six months ago.

Or do you not get the peer-reviewed
journals at your school?

You know what?
Y-you probably don't. My bad.

Thing is -- that little one-act,

it might impress the
folks at Holyoke,

but this ain't Holyoke, brother.

Quiet, everybody. Quiet.

Hey! Hey, man, wait up.

You bodied that fool back there.

Yeah, a little bit, right?

Where'd you learn all that?

I just made it up.

Are you serious?

- Yeah.
- Why?

Because, man...

screw that guy. That's why.

Nice.

Come on. Are you kidding me?!

Damn it!

Hey, let me see that.

And your license.

Okay, if I just spoof
this thing right here...

wrap a dot host inside
this thing right here...

and we have...

a convoy.

Like it never happened.

For real?

Yeah.

So, you're some kind
of genius, huh?

Maybe.

That's cool. I'm super rich.

This afternoon, there's a
party at our farmhouse --

hot chicks, cool guys.

You should come.

Yeah. Sounds like a plan, man.

This is an experiment that tests

how negative reinforcement
affects learning.

On the other side
of that mirror,

we have a volunteer
hooked up to a machine

that can administer
electric shocks.

This device signals the
machine to shock the subject.

Shock ranges from very
annoying to mildly painful

but can't cause any serious
damage to the volunteer.

So, now I'm gonna ask the
subject a series of questions.

If he gets any of the
questions wrong,

what you do is use
the device to --

okay.

- Yeah, you should wait --
- I didn't.

- until I ask a question and then --
- Oh.

if he gets the question wrong,
you can use it.

Okay, yeah. Just give it to me.

Give me the device.

Okay, I'm just gonna
hang on to this

while I read the instructions.

"Thank you for
volunteering your time.

- In this study, you will --"
- Ahh!

Wha--

what?

You obviously have it.

- I don't have it.
- Okay. Give it to me.

You cle--

- Oh. This?
- Yeah. Give it to me.

Come on. G-give it to me.
Give it -- just give it to me.

Come on.

Don't touch me!

Aah! Aah! Take back the night!!

Soup is good food! Ooh-hoo!

Okay.

We treat our
volunteers very well.

Hey, you!

Can I help you?

Hi. Ooh.

You don't remem--

sorry.
I thought you went to my gym.

No.

I mean, obviously,
you go to a gym.

- Ooh.
- What, uh, you play ball?

I play for the school.

Oh, yeah. What number are you?

My number's 42, baby,
the real deal.

42.

That's the number of days
I've been off my meds.

And counting.

See ya.

Call me.

Make it 43.

Look at this manifest.

Every single one of these
volunteers has the same address.

It's a homeless shelter.

Well, it makes sense.

There's a lot of PTSD
among the homeless.

Okay, so that's where
they go to recruit

when it's time to
start a new trial.

When's the next one start?

Couple of days.

What are you thinking?

Well, while Hardison's
waiting on his invite

to the little sewing club,

I'll do what I do.

Whoa.

Whoa.

All right, if you'll selected,

they'll hand you a pledge token.
You'll know when you see it.

Also, you need to be mingling.

I'm mingling.

With someone other than Parker.

They recruit the
people they like.

This is -- it's a bad idea.
It's a real bad idea.

- It's bad.
- Hardison, relax.

You've pulled off
a hundred cons.

Yeah, playing stereotypes, okay?

Nigerian princes,
Saudi billionaires,

British people -- no offense.

But look, Sophie, this
is different, all right?

I-I got to be me, but, like,
cooler, and you can't fake cool.

- Parker?
- Come on.

I don't -- I don't
want to get up.

I don't -- I-I don't --
I don't want to get up.

No. I know.

Remember the other night

when you were playing with
your pretend friends?

They're real.
Look, they're -- they're not pretend.

They're just not in the
same room with me.

They're an elf, a dwarf,
and a thing with a tail.

I'm pretty sure they're pretend.

Remember when you took the
thingy with the glowing thingy

and then you used it to kill the
guy who was on the shiny stuff

and then also there
was all this magic?

I-I think so.

That was so cool.

I mean, how many people
here are cool enough

to kill the guy with the thing?

Yeah, you know what?
You're right.

That was pretty cool.

Yeah.

I'm gonna get our...

That actually worked?

No.

But the fact that she thought
it would work -- that worked.

Bro, you been in the
corner since you got here.

- What's up?
- I'm chillin', man.

Look, if you're not having a good
time, you don't need to stay.

Oh! That's probably my fault, huh?
What?

A guy can have his
hands all over a girl,

and he gets a medal for it!

But when it's the
other way around,

oh, suddenly, I'm a slut.

Well, you know what? Fine!

Yeah. Take that.

Dude.

Nice.

R-real nice.

They're here.
Already recruiting.

There's three meals a day...

Take your time.
Look for a way in.

Seat's taken.

I said, "seat's taken."

Take it easy, all right?

Don't do that. Don't do that.
Don't touch my food.

I just got back from Iraq, and
after what I've seen over there,

if you think I won't
take you down,

then you're crazier than I am.

Army, right?

Rangers?

No. Green berets.

Ho!

Something like that.

How about you?

Semper fi.

You know what it means?
In English?

- Most people don't.
- It means "always faithful."

That's the promise a marine
makes to his country.

They don't tell you
it only goes one way.

If this country was known
for keeping its promises,

we wouldn't need
marines, would we?

You got that right, brother!

You guys just got
to fill this out...

Hey, if I can get you
in on something,

you want to make a little money?

And... boom.

All right.

There you go. Record's clean.

But no more jaywalking, you
mad, reckless son of a bitch.

Yo, Harry! HP.

- Who's HP?
- 'Sup?

It's, like, a nickname

'cause I'm like a
wizard with computers.

Tomorrow morning, first thing.

Don't be late.

Nate...

I'm in.

Come on, let's go, guys.

Nate, I'm in.

Look, let me just break
it down for you.

You agree to participate
in good faith,

and, in exchange,
we agree to provide

3 squares, a bed,
and 50 bucks a day.

$50?

Now, this is, as they
say, non-negotiable.

They had me at "food."

Now, you will always have
the right of walk-away.

No one will keep you
here against your will.

If you do walk away,
then you don't get paid.

The order of the 206
is not a fraternity.

It's a brotherhood.

The next seven days will
be the worst of your life.

But if you make it through,
then you're one of us.

Let's get started.

- Down to your boxers!
- Get down! Strip!

Let's go! Strip! Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Ho-ho-ho!
What the hell is this?!

Ho-ho-ho!

Are you kidding me?!
Tighty whiteys, huh?

Where's your self-respect?

- Get him out of here.
- Let's go. Move.

Better luck next year.

We're 30 seconds in, and
you're already down one?!

Oh, I'm gonna have the
time of my life this week!

On the other side of campus
is the TSE plaque.

Run to the plaque, memorize it,

and be back in
less than an hour.

- Go! Go! Go!
- Let's go! Move! Move!

- Get out of here!
- Go! Let's go!

Do you know who I am?

You're the guy in charge.

Do I look like a
psychologist to you?

No.

I'm here dancing for my
food, just like you.

You've got your part to
play, and I've got mine.

And what's your part?

Inside that envelope is a word.

Go ahead. Read it.

You and I are gonna play a game.

The rules are simple.

I'm gonna try to get you
to tell me that word.

You are gonna do whatever
it takes to keep it secret.

For every day you're successful,

you'll earn another 100 bucks.

But if I learn that word before
the end of the experiment,

you get nothing.

I won't physically harm you,

but other than that,

any means necessary.

Do you really think
promising not to hurt me

is your best first move?

Well, haven't you heard?
Torture doesn't work.

Depends on the torture.

Depends on the man.

When do we start?

We started as soon as you
walked into this room.

Where have you been?

Don't you eyeball me, leech.

I don't want you in my room

any more than you
want to be here.

So why don't you do us both a
favor and tell me the word?

'Cause if you make
me work for this,

I'm not gonna send you home with
your tail between your legs.

I'm gonna cut the
damn thing off!

I'm gonna break you into pieces!

So we start tomorrow, then?

"Here, said she, is your card,

the drowned Phoenician sailor..."

The sailor has eyes made of?

Pearls.

The hanged man fears?

Water.

The one-eyed man has
how many staffs?

- None!
- Three!

Ho-ho-ho. Do it again!
To the plaque and back!

One hour!

Come on, ladies! Let's do it!

I said run!

Nate, this experiment
is not about sleep.

They got a professional
interrogator in here.

I think they're trying to find
new ways to break people.

They're not trying to cure PTSD!
They're trying to cause it!

How you holding up, Mac?

No talking!

And that is how you
jailbreak a phone.

So, you have this dorm
room all to yourself?

Yeah.

Then do mine next, HP.

I got you. I got you.

I said no talking!

Get back in line!

Don't think. Just answer.

Fruity or acidic?

Fruity.

Great. One more time.
Gut reaction.

Dry or racy?

Dry.

You ever count them?

Counted what?

You know.
The people you've killed?

Give me a ballpark.

It's got to be a
big number, right?

You think asking
me about my past

is gonna open up old wounds?

Maybe put me off
balance a little?

Make me easier to break?

I'm just trying to get
to know you better.

Why does that question
make you so nervous?

Is that what all
this is for you?

Are you trying to
punish yourself

for the things you've done?

I think that's it.

I think the reason

why you won't give me your
word and walk out that door

is 'cause you think you
deserve to be here.

What do you want to know?

Names? Dates? Locations?

You want to know what
food was on their breath?

Their eyes -- what
color their eyes were?

You want to know the
last words they spoke?

You want to know which
ones deserved it.

Or, better yet, the
ones that didn't?

Do you want to know
which ones begged?

Do you know why I
remember these things?

I don't know.

You don't know?

'Cause I can't forget.

So there's nothing you can do,

no punishment you can hand out

that's worse than what
I live with every day.

So, to answer your question, no.

No, I haven't counted.

I don't need to.

All right, we're --
we're done for the day.

He's the CIA guy
from the chopper.

They call him Mr. Conrad.

He's definitely the one
protecting Zilgram.

That's got to be our focus.

We got to find a way
to make him believe

that protecting Zilgram
is not worth his trouble.

Won't be easy, Nate.

The Brotherhood Of
Dust runs bone deep.

I'm so sleep-deprived, I'm
starting to talk like them.

This rush week is torture.

What's that noise?

That's my teeth chattering.

It's 20 degrees in here, but
at least there's no music.

Don't worry about me, Hardison.
You got rush week to deal with.

"Black ops"?
"Black ops"? Anyone?

Clan match against Phi
Kappa Gamma tonight.

I want to rip their
freaking throats out!

HP, you play?

I dabble.

Shh!

No more questions about my past?

Oh, I'm trying a new approach.

You're not thirsty?

Yeah. I am.

Want me to get it printed?

Don't bother.
He didn't touch it.

This guy's good.

Could you get a print off this?

Look, I'm sorry I'm late.

I just got caught up playing
games with the guys.

I was kicking some butt.

Hey, HP.

Here's your homework, HP.

What?

Oh, wow.
I kind of dropped this class.

You mean you dropped it, uh,

before or after you asked
me to write a 10-page paper

on the history of
cross-stitching in America?

Parker, I don't really
go to this school.

You know that, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

I guess I didn't really
do your homework.

Get in there.

The question I'm
trying to answer

is whether he's active or not.

Those are known associates.

Well, the good news is, I
can answer your question.

Bad new is, he's
definitely active.

Leave a message!

Hey, um, Parker.
It's me -- Hardison.

Look, listen, I just wanted
to talk about, you know,

what happened earlier because --

Um... c-c-call me back.

Hello.

Hardi-- hello?

Hey, what's happening, man?
Come on through.

All right.

I'm in?

Read it and find out.

Put it on.

Hardison?

Nate, we have a problem.

Eliot, we need you
on the outside.

Why? What happened?

They made Hardison, snatched
him 10 minutes ago.

Where'd they take him?

We don't know.

Give me five minutes.

Five minutes?

We're gonna do things

a little bit differently
today, all right?

I ask, you answer.

Now, I got four minutes to
prove your theory wrong.

What theory?

That torture doesn't work.

Where is he?!

Where is he?!

I know where they took Hardison.

All right, don't do anything
until Mason gets here.

Took you long enough.

Holy crap.

That felt good.

I'm really happy with the
new members this year.

I think that we've
got a good batch.

Cheers.

Wonderful to see you.
Thank you for coming by.

So, what did you want
to talk to me about?

Mason's got it
under control now,

but I'll get you
the details later.

Would you excuse me?

Brothers, gather 'round.

We have some new
members to welcome.

We have a warrant for the
arrest of Travis Zilgram.

Just take that.

Hey, guys, just...

Boston PD.
Up against the wall.

Let's go.

I'm gonna be out in
an hour, anyway,

so why bother wasting my time?

Because it's fun! Obviously.

So much fun.

What are you doing?

Just having a little fun.

Okay.

Got it.

Here. Lean on me.

Lean on me.

Nerd! You hear me?

You were never gonna
be one of us!

You're no Dustman.
You're a geek!

Should I tell him it's
the age of the geek?

He'll figure it out eventually.

Good! You're awake.

What am I doing here?

Pay attention.

Where'd you get that?

It doesn't really
matter, does it?

We have it. We have lots of it.

It's not gonna do you any good.

See, I've got friends
in places so high,

you don't even know they exist.

Are you talking about
Mr. Conrad, Travis?

We arrested all your friends,
all your little Dust bunnies.

- Brothers.
- Whatever.

You do bad things long enough,

eventually it catches up
with you -- even in America.

Mr. Conrad's in even more
trouble than you are.

Unless he starts
handing people over,

he's going down the hard way.

I suggest you beat
him to the punch --

unless you think he'd
rather go to prison

than throw you to the wolves.

What I'm gonna prove
today, mathematically,

is that in this situation,

it's always best to
betray your accomplice.

I made recordings.

Phone calls, meetings,

every interaction I had
with him -- hours of it.

What would I get for that?

Well...

we'll talk to our boss
and get back to you.

Sign of good faith.

Don't you dare. Don't you dare.

I want to call my dad!

Hello? I'm still here.

- What?
- What's going on?

Watch it.

I'm gonna be out in
an hour, anyway,

so why bother wasting my time?

Because it's fun! Obviously.

Right here.

What do you think?

There. Perfect.

Good! You're awake.

Watch it, dude.

Fellas, look. I mean, wait.

- Travis Zilgram?
- Let's just talk.

- Turn around, please.
- No, come on.

Let's go.

What are you looking at?

You really think he has
hours of tape on Conrad?

If he does, he won't for long.

As for Zilgram, all we
had to do was scare him.

Rational choice took
care of the rest.

Mr. Conrad.

What the hell happened to you?

I have a message for you,
Dustman to Dustman,

that somebody didn't
want me to deliver.

Move along.

Let's go.

I made recordings.

Phone calls, meetings,

every interaction I had
with him -- hours of it.

What would I get for that?

- Well...
- Okay. I'm impressed.

We'll talk to our boss
and get back to you.

But what is it that you want?

Withdraw your protection.

Let the system do its work.

Let him stand trial for the
death of David Schaevel.

Hello?

Look, I-I'm still here.

Prisoner's dilemma, kid.

Guilty on all counts.

I thought the jury was
still deliberating.

Doesn't mean they haven't
reached a decision.

Well, I guess it's my
turn to be impressed.

I hope this has all
been worth it, Mr. Ford.

Worth what?

Attracting my attention.

Here we go.