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My name is Brian Finch.

I was your average 28-year-old screwup

until I took a pill called NZT.

Suddenly I had access to every brain cell.

And that's why the FBI hired me.

My name's Brian Finch,

this is Rebecca Harris,

and we're with the FBI.

God, that sounds cool.

There's just one problem.

NZT will kill you,

unless you have this shot.

Now you can have as much NZT as
you want with no side effects.

My name's Sands.

You belong to Mr. Morra now, which means

you belong to me.

We know quite a lot about NZT.

FBI's playing catch-up.

I want you to find out
exactly what they know

and bring it to me.

I made a copy of this file.

I can't tell you exactly how I got it.

But I do think you should
know what's inside.

The FBI knew your father
was on NZT before he died.

Rebecca, they've known since

before you started working at the CJC.

Where did you get this?

Naz's office.

You stole it?

They're giving me that drug every day.

Naz showed me the files on the FBI studies.

Yeah, but your dad wasn't
part of the FBI trials.

They were also tracking civilians

who they thought might be using NZT.

Why didn't Naz tell me this?

Why are you telling me this when
I could send you to jail for it?

I thought you'd want to know.

I do.

I want to know why my boss has a file

on my murdered father and didn't tell me.

I want to know what happened to him,

I want to know what the
FBI had to do with it.

I'll help you.

We can't let anyone know

what we're doing.

It doesn't say who was following your dad

or how long the FBI was tracking him.

Just some background on him.

And this one note.

"Upper East Side NZT cluster."

My dad was a painter.

He was broke his whole life.

There was nothing Upper East Side about him.

Well, no, he went to rehab there.

The, uh... New Springs Recovery Center.

That place costs thousands
of dollars a week!

Celebrities go there.

He couldn't afford that.

Well, he was there.

I mean, it says he was
discharged September 2013.

And the FBI thinks he got his
NZT from the Upper East Side.

- Might be worth checking out.
- Boyle's always had my back.

I don't want to drag him into this.

I'll tell him I'm running something down

for my old boss in Criminal.

What about Mike and Ike?

I'll tell them you're
working on something for me.

You need to be able to
come and go for a few days.

All right.

That's it?

We're locked and loaded?

Brian?

- Yeah?
- Thank you.

I'm pretty sure I just made
you an accessory to a crime.

You don't have to thank me.

Good morning.

- Morning.
- Morning...

Rebecca, could I see you
in my office, please?

Sure.

I assume you're familiar with
the concept of a red team?

You mean, like a war game?

The Pentagon stages inter-agency exercises

to test our readiness for
different threat scenarios.

This time they're looking at

what could happen in the wake
of a cyberattack on the economy.

A blue team represents the U.S.

and its interests from Washington.

A red team play the enemy,
based here in New York.

I will be working with EAD Paulson

to head up that red team.

Sounds like quite an honor.

Yeah, it is. It's also quite an undertaking.

Which is why they've asked me to select

an exceptional agent to
participate this time.

What do you say?

That's very flattering.

Um...

I have a brutal case load right now.

So maybe Boyle could help you.

I chose you.

Director Avery played on
three different red teams

when he was coming up.

This is how careers are made.

Are you kidding me?

She smiled at me like we were sealing

some kind of pact or something.

That woman is not my mentor.

No, but she thinks she is.

And you got to kind of let her.

I mean, you know you have to do this, right?

It's three days of sitting right beside Naz.

That's true, but on the bright side,

it does keep her busy.

And plus, you get to be the bad guys, right?

I mean, you're kind of mad

at the whole military-industrial
thing right now.

So burn it all to the ground.

Anarchy in the streets.

You make yourself the barbarian
queen of New York City.

And I'll go to the rehab
center and see what I can find

- about your dad.
- Fine.

Just... don't get caught breaking in there.

I'm not gonna break in.

Hi, my name is Mike Ikerson,
and I'm an addict.

Welcome to New Springs.

So, tell me have you been...

Suffice it to say,
Mike Ikerson has issues.

I know, they always look so...

Hi, everybody. My name's Mike.

A lot of issues.

I'm, uh, happy to be here.

I do think he made some breakthroughs

in group therapy, though.

Unfortunately, there was only

so much time for introspection.

Ah, thank you.

And I got myself in front
of those files eventually.

After I made my way through all of them,

Mike Ikerson was ready to
face the world a sober man.

All right, thanks a lot!

I feel a lot better.

Sir, are you okay?

Sir?

It turns out there are
plenty of exciting reasons

for sudden hearing and vision changes...

Brain tumors.

Strokes... fun stuff.

Hey.

Hey.

Learn anything?

Not a ton.

I mean, your dad made it all
the way through treatment.

With flying colors,

according to his file.

My dad was good at charming therapists.

Is that it?

Uh, there was one thing.

Your dad had this notation in his file.

It said: "Weekly consult with A.E."

I read the files of everyone who was there

at the same time as him.

There were only four people
who had that notation.

Any idea what that means?

Well, I mean, they're all
connected to your dad somehow.

So if we could track one of them
down, maybe they know something.

Well, give me the names.

I have to digest

this enormous thing by
tomorrow, but maybe I can help.

Brian?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Uh...

Think I have bad sinuses or something.

Probably coming down with a cold.

You should go home.

Oh, thank you for this.

And for doing this.

All of it.

Bad sinuses? Come on, man.

You don't need the Internet
to know what's up with you.

When you stole those
files from Naz's office,

you remember that video of
the government NZT studies?

Day 11 for preliminary

human trials for NZT-48.

In the last 24 hours, four patients

describe episodes of metamorphopsia

and concurrent aphasia.

Yeah, she's talking about distorted vision.

Difficulty understanding speech.

You're having NZT side effects, buddy.

Your immunity shot's wearing off.

Where's that booster shot Sands promised you

for committing treason?

I was wondering how long it
take you to get in touch.

How are you feeling, Brian?

I need that shot.

See any white flashes lately?

Speech not sounding quite right?

Why would you want me to have side effects?

We want to get you in
the right frame of mind.

You see, the Senator has a job for you.

It's Rebecca Harris.

I told Mr. Morra that you
were growing close to her.

We're concerned it's a distraction.

What do you care?

As long as I do what you
say, what do you care?

There's also the issue of her father.

She has the potential

to be uniquely motivated

to investigate NZT.

We'd prefer she didn't.

We want her gone.

I'm not telling you to murder her, mate.

Just get her away from you.

If Agent Harris were to
be found in possession

of those files from Naz's office,

I'd imagine that would do the trick.

So, you want me to frame her?

That would get her kicked out of the FBI.

She'd go to jail.

That's the idea.

No.

I'm not doing that ever.

So, you're gonna have to
think of something else.

You're thinking again, Brian?

As always the only way

is the way we prescribe.

You feel some loyalty to this woman.

That's fine for now.

In a day, two days?

When it feels like your brain is on fire?

You'll be willing to skin

Rebecca Harris alive for that shot.

Let's not have it come to that, hey?

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Things are not as they should be.

Over the past week, subjects have complained

about memory loss,

extreme paranoia...

Get them out of me!

We see signs of rapid aging

and encroaching psychosis.

Attempts to discontinue NZT use

sent one patient into a withdrawal

so severe that we currently have him

in a medically induced coma.

I found your microchip!

It's unclear at present
what's more dangerous...

Providing the pills

or withholding them.

Problem?

If I take that pill,
I get side effects.

But if I want to be smart enough

to figure out how to stop the side effects,

I have to take the pill.

Yeah, there's a problem.

♪Now you're gonna die. ♪

Aren't you supposed to be finding out

what happened to her dad?

Yeah, I'll get to that.

I'm in a little bit of a
situation at the moment.

I noticed.

Well, let's run your options.

I could figure out how to make

whatever's in that shot
that Senator Morra gave me.

Yeah, but...

it took him months and
millions of dollars to do that.

Doesn't work on our timeline.

I could find someone else who has the shot.

Okay, so who?

If the government knew how to
make it, they wouldn't need you.

What about whoever invented NZT?

Do you know who that is?

Doubt it, 'cause if you know it, I know it.

And I don't know it.

Okay, what if I just stop taking NZT?

Just walk away, quit.

Sure.

Then the government throws you in jail

for violating your agreement with them.

If the withdrawal doesn't kill you first.

Devil's advocate?

What if you do what Sands wants?

You mean throw Rebecca under the bus?

Not an option.

Okay, so what, then?

Die a slow and mind-bendingly
terrible death?

Really not an option.

Okay. What if I go
straight to Senator Morra?

Maybe he and I can work something out

that doesn't mean sending Rebecca to jail.

It's risky.

Every time you go around
Sands, bad things happen.

Worse than a slow,
mind-bendingly terrible death?

How do you even get close to
someone like Senator Morra?

It's not easy to get to him,

but it might be possible to
talk to people close to him.

Hi there. So I have footage

of Senator Morra in bed with
the majority leader's wife.

A third party jumps in
there too after a while.

Not sure who that is yet.

I was gonna put it on the market.

Unless somebody here wants
to make a pre-emptive bid?

Wait for it.

Any minute now.

Ha-ha! It's a screamer!

Got you!

So no, I didn't have video of

Eddie Morra having a threesome.

But by the time I left his offices,

I had something almost as good:

a cell phone belonging to the
director of his field office,

whose son's birthday, I saw
on her calendar, is April 10.

Mr. Morra, it's Brian Finch.

It's urgent that we speak.
Just you and me. Please.

Whoa.

Subject 12 complains of time displacement.

I will contact you.

Text from Edward Morra.

That was the only response I got.

All I could do was wait.

Welcome to the red team.

We are a group of

Chinese-sponsored saboteurs

with a mandate to destroy the U.S. economy,

and we've got the first move.

Anyone?

Are you really gonna
make me call on someone?

Rebecca Harris,

who works with me here
at the CJC in New York...

She had some interesting
thoughts during prep.

Is that true, Agent Harris?

If the question is: how
do we destroy the economy

with the resources we've got,

we can't.

Anyone else?

In the current conditions,

we have enough manpower
to launch one sabotage op,

if we aren't too ambitious.

We need to create more resources.

We need protestors and looters.

We need chaos.

We can use social media to spread rumors

that cops are cracking down.

We would need an image that
would galvanize people,

so I say we stage a photo
of a cop in riot gear

shooting a community leader.

And how do we stage that?

However we have to, even if
we have to shoot someone.

Your, um, protégé comes to play.

Still waiting to hear something,

anything, from Senator Morra.

I mean, he can't even text me?

- What the...
- Brian?

Hey.

Are you feeling okay?

What?

Yeah, I just had some hot
tea. It's for my sinuses.

Oh, hey, how'd it go today?

Conquering New York and whatnot.

Are you ruling from atop
a pile of human skulls?

Not yet.

I did bond with Naz though.

At least she thinks we bonded.

Well, let her.

She has to think things are normal.

Well, things are anything but normal.

Speaking of which, I
did some research today.

- That's my father.
- Yeah.

I tracked down those people
from your dad's rehab group.

All of them were at absolute bottom

when they went into
treatment at New Springs.

Your dad had just been arrested.

Marcus Tate had his third DUI.

Susan Epstein's own daughter

left her on the sidewalk outside of an E.R.

But the moment they got out,

things changed.

Your father started painting again.

Marcus Tate was a contractor
before he was an addict.

After he got out of rehab,

he rebuilt his family's
house from the ground up.

- He built that by himself?
- Mm-hmm.

Jeremy Dyer... he was awarded
four patents in the first

six months he got clean.

He sold one for $11 million.

I mean, everyone who was
at that weekly consult

with A.E. in rehab turned
their lives around completely.

- You think they were all on NZT.
- Mm-hmm.

These five people were the
only ones at New Springs

who turned their lives around like that.

But they did have one other thing in common.

They all went missing?

Gone without a trace.

The only one I could actually
account for is your dad,

and that's just because

he was...

- He turned up in the East River.
- Mm-hmm.

They all disappeared within
a month of each other?

Mm-hmm.

613 Lexington Avenue?

Yeah, so I went to see

the families of everyone here.

I dug through anything they had saved...

Cell phones, address books, calendars.

After their time at New Springs,

they all went their separate ways.

Except, once a week, they
all met at that address.

What's there?

I'll show you.

The story of Ubient is not just a story

of pharmaceutical manufacturing,

it's the story of a small group of people

who took their fascination
with unlocking the potential

of the human brain to the world stage.

Our passion for neuropharmacology

informs every decision that
we make, from finding...

So my dad and all the others...

They were taking NZT, and once a week,

they went to an office for a company

that made neuroenhancers?

Do you think they were studying NZT?

What if they're the ones who invented it?

We need to figure out who "A.E." is.

Yeah, no kidding.

If that company knows about NZT,

then they might know what
happened to Rebecca's dad,

and they might know how to
stop these side effects, too.

Senator Morra's gone silent.

So if anyone's gonna
help me, it's these guys.

Side effects may include...

Memory loss, extreme paranoia,

rapid aging, encroaching psychosis.

"Andrew Epperly."

I did a lot of digging around last night.

There are plenty of people
with the initials A.E.

that work at Ubient,
but I think this is our guy.

- Neurochemist?
- Harvard, MIT.

His name is on all these research papers...

Neurochemical regulation of sleep,

chemical synapse manipulation.

This one is on the human
trials he ran at Ubient

with drugs on dementia.

Wait, whoa. Human trials?

What if your dad and those patients

were part of some kind of trial?

You know, for NZT.

I mean, if Andrew Epperly was running them,

maybe that's why he went
to see them at New Springs.

It's too bad we can't ask him.

He's dead.

He died in a boating accident

off the coast of Maine last year.

Well, you know...

even if he was running some kind of trial,

he wouldn't have been
able to do it by himself.

There's got to be someone else
at Ubient that knows something.

Let me know what you find out.

- I've got to go.
- Yeah.

Hey, Finch.

Finch.

Hey.

Boyle, what's up, man?

Hey, well, you know, I'm covering a couple

of Rebecca's cases while she's out,

- Mm-hmm.
- and I'm hitting a little bit

of a wall on
this Moldovan bank fraud.

Can you take a look at these transactions,

see if they make any sense to you?

Uh, yeah, of course.

I'm actually really glad you asked.

I'll get right on that.

Thanks.

What?

Do I have something on my face?

No.

You okay?

Extreme paranoia
and encroaching psychosis.

Yeah. Sorry.

I'm... fine.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. All right.

Anyway, um... thanks for the help.

Mm-hmm.

Hi. I need to speak to someone important.

I'm sorry, sir. Do you have an appointment?

No, I don't, but just tell
them I'm here to speak about

Andrew Epperly's NZT trials.

Wow. You guys really do look important.

Now, I'm sure you're all very busy

running Ubient Pharmaceutical,
so let's save us all some time.

I know your company was researching NZT.

Sir, we have never heard

of NZT.

If that was true, I wouldn't
have made it past reception.

Now, I know Andrew Epperly
was conducting human trials.

Andrew Epperly is not an employee

of Ubient Pharmaceutical.

While he was an employee
of Ubient Pharmaceutical.

I need to see his research,

specifically anything on

counteracting the side effects of NZT.

And I need any records you have

of the trial participants, specifically

Conrad Harris.

Give me those things, and I don't

go to the press with this.

Sir, there was no trial of
any drug called NZT at Ubient.

Andrew Epperly

enjoyed a tremendous degree

of autonomy while he worked here.

Which, I should add,

he no longer does.

Dr. Epperly

tragically passed away last year.

I'm sorry.

We can't help you.

Are you all right?

I take it you've all read
the blue team's response

to our opening salvo.

Or, should I say, Agent Harris'.

The, um, protesters are now

up against around-the-clock NYPD patrols

and a citywide curfew.

If we organize the protesters,

that might mean more.

That's easier said than
done, of course, but I...

Agent Harris?

Excuse me.

Are you okay?

They know, Rebecca.

I was in there with the top people,

and they were pretending
not to know what NZT is.

They were saying that Epperly
doesn't work there anymore,

that there never was any research,

and he's dead now.

Brian, slow down.

Look, they clearly don't want anyone

to make any association
between Ubient and NZT.

I think they might have
done something to Epperly

and, who knows, maybe all
of those research patients.

But I know the research is in there.

I just got to get back inside
and find the records.

Are you sure?

You sound strange?

I'm fine.

What the hell?

Sorry?

Wh-What's going on?

What am I doing here?

You wanted to meet.

Or so you texted.

I texted Senator Morra.

So here we are.

You were just telling me you
haven't done what I asked,

regarding Agent Harris.

No.

No, I haven't.

I can't. I can't do that.

There must be some other way that doesn't...

mean ruining her life.

Excuse me.

It's only gonna get worse.

It'll be tomorrow's pill or the next one,

but you keep going on like this,

one of these days,
Brian Finch is going away,

and he's never coming back.

It's time to think about you now.

Rebecca can't save you, Brian.

Only you can.

Where the hell did you go yesterday?

You hung up on me, you didn't
answer your phone all night.

What...?

What's going on?

I had a rough night.

Are you sick?

I don't know, I-I just feel weird.

I may need to stop taking NZT.

I'm gonna make you a doctor's appointment.

No, no, no, no, no.

Yes.

As soon as I get called
into that doctor's office,

it's game over.

The FBI is gonna know I'm not really immune.

I'll go to jail.

What?

I have to figure out
where that note came from.

If Epperly's alive,

he might have the enzyme to
reverse the side effects.

He might know
what happened to Rebecca's dad.

I need NZT for this.

Something wrong?

No.

It's regulation NZT pill.

This pill is the best shot I have

at remembering where this came from.

And hopefully it doesn't plunge
me into permanent psychosis.

So sorry you're going
through this. Thank you.

That woman from Ubient.

She wrote the note.

Oh, hey, I was just coming to find you.

What the hell?

What's the matter with you?

Sorry, man, I'm just a little bit jumpy.

By the blue team's own estimate,

our uprising will be crushed
within a matter of hours.

What if we distract them?

And how do you propose distracting

the entire U.S. military?

Right.

Plan C.

During the Cold War, the
FBI was rumored to keep

a list of names of people
that were to be rounded up

in the event of a crisis like this.

Politicians, artists, uh,
even foreign diplomats.

Anyone who could be labeled subversive.

What if we leak a list of names like this,

with millions of people on it?

We could turn half the country
against the government.

And foreign countries would mobilize

to protect their diplomats.

A multifront conflict.

Agent Harris,

remind me to never get on your bad side.

I will never admit
to having this conversation.

You need to know that.

Andrew Epperly came to me a while back.

He said needed funds

for some study that would change everything.

He didn't give me any details.

I gave him the money.

I didn't ask any questions.

Okay, and that was an NZT study?

We didn't know about it until...

until after the first
test subject disappeared.

Andrew was panicked, we panicked.

W-We destroyed all the research

right before Andrew disappeared.

W-W... Why do you think
Epperly's still alive?

About six months after he died,

I got a letter at home.

No postmark, no return address.

It just said, "You're
not guilty of anything.

I am."

I think he faked his own death, disappeared,

so he could get away from everything.

Did he know how to stop the side effects?

I don't know.

If you can find Andrew,
maybe he can help you.

Good luck. God.

Do you really have
the time to find a guy

who doesn't want to be found?

I don't have a choice!

Rebecca.

If it's you or her?

Personally, I'm a fan of you.

I'm going to find Epperly.

If he's really alive, he's
the key to everything.

Word is out about you.

Your countermeasure made it
all the way up the ladder.

To the director.

Wow, I mean...

How?

Apparently, Director Avery
decided to participate

in the exercise this year,
return to his roots.

He was playing for the blue team.

I didn't realize...

I... I wouldn't have said all
of those things about Plan C.

Well, he called me directly,

said he loved your countermeasure

and your ability to
think outside of the box.

And he wants to meet you.

Tomorrow.

Oh, wow.

But that's sudden, I'm...

Will you excuse me just a moment?

Where are you?

I got a text from Boyle
that you were acting weird.

You have to be a little smoother.

You need to go see Andrew Epperly.

I'm sending you his address.

Epperly's dead.

Brian, why did you leave

your doctor's appointment this morning?

Epperly faked his death.

He's in Connecticut.

He's living under the name

Daniel Kennedy.

We can drive up there tonight.

I can't go.

I'm sick or something.

Okay, I'm coming to get you.

If-if there's something wrong, we need to...

Rebecca, go to Epperly.

Find out about your dad.

Ask him for anything he knows,

everything he knows, about NZT,

everything about the side effects of NZT,

if there's a way to reverse them.

Are you having side effects?

Is that what's going on?

Just go, okay?

Just please stay on the phone.

I'll find you, and we can figure this out.

Bri...

This is Brian, leave a message.

Rebecca.

Is everything okay?

Is there any way we can
postpone this meeting?

It's very sudden.

Rebecca, when the director
of the FBI wants to meet you,

you meet the director.

Don't worry, I'll have
Jordan find you a train.

Great.

I just need to go home and pack a bag then.

Brian?

Where the hell are you?

Yes, this is Agent Rebecca
Harris from the CJC in New York.

I'm supposed to meet with
the director in the morning,

but... unfortunately something has come up.

♪

Things are not as they should be.

Hey!

Subjects have
complained about memory loss,

extreme paranoia.

Brian's not safe.

Oh!

Watch it, man!

♪

Brian, they're trying to kill you.

Who the hell are you?

My name is Rebecca Harris.

And if I were you, I wouldn't
shoot a federal agent.

You're Conrad's daughter.

We almost lost you there, Brian.

Don't worry.

You're gonna be just fine.

Take it slow.

Been through a lot.

Hit your head pretty good,

but you're gonna be okay
once the shot kicks in.

No, no, no, no.

Brian, it's okay.

It's over.

I'm not gonna frame Rebecca.

I know.

I never thought you would.

What?

I didn't think you'd do it.

I just needed to know what your limits are.

If you're somebody who
just takes orders like Sands,

or if you're somebody who has...

character.

So, what?

That was some kind of a test?

I could've died.

I would never let that happen to you.

And what about her Rebecca?

Uh, her dad was taking NZT.

She's not gonna just let that go.

I'm not worried about Rebecca.

This is about you, Brian.

About whether you're just an employee

or you're somebody

who can be a partner.

A partner?

You threatened my family.

You threatened my friends.

All you've ever seen is the
ugly side of what we do.

But there's so much more, Brian.

There's rice?

This rice contains a
complete nutritional profile.

Everything the human body needs.

It can grow in the harshest environments.

Places we need it the most.

With a little more research, this rice...

could feed the entire world.

I don't understand.

Why can't you tell anyone about it?

I mean, if that's true,

why aren't you shouting
it from the rooftops?

Because people won't want it.

I make an announcement.

Lobbyists bring it to action.

People rave over GMO's and it's buried.

Science can't change the world on its own.

The world needs to be willing to change.

And it takes leaders.

Leaders who are willing

to chip away at the obstacles,

cut through the noise

and play the game.

And win the game.

And that's you?

I think so.

With people like you helping me,

I think so.

I mean what I say about wanting a partner.

Five NZT pills.

Those weren't just hollow words.

What are those for?

Whatever you want.

Think of it as discretionary funds.

A token of my...

trust in your judgment.

I need you to tell me
everything you know about NZT.

The side effects, how to reverse them.

I don't know of any way.

You studied it.

You ran trials.

You gave it to my father.

To other patients.

Did the NZT side effects kill them?

Is that what happened?

It's not like that.

They were side effects, yes.

But I didn't know anything
about them at the time.

And the NZT helped them, too.

I was trying to help people.

My father's dead.

I know that.

But the NZT did not kill him.

Then what happened?

Did you kill him?

Did you kill all the other patients

- to cover your tracks?
- No.

Your father, all of them,

they weren't just...

test subjects.

They were my patients.

The NZT wasn't like the other
stuff they'd been taking.

It gave them a chance to get back on track.

So, you invented NZT to give addicts

a chance to pull their lives together?

No, I didn't invent NZT.

My father was

in the early stages of Alzheimer's

when I got an e-mail.

I have no idea who sent it.

But the message

was a chemical formula

for a nootropic compound.

I had never seen anything like it.

And I thought it could help my father.

But I couldn't wait for the FDA.

So, Ubient agreed to it?

They didn't know.

When did they find out?

Ubient didn't know anything

about the study until
several of the patients

had already disappeared.

What happened to all of them?

I don't know.

Your dad

was one of the success stories.

He was doing well.

But I suspected he'd
started sharing his NZT.

It was popping up all over the city.

I was worried he'd get himself into trouble.

So I cut him off.

So NZT was all over the city.

Where did it go?

That's the question.

One minute it was everywhere.

And then it started to disappear.

And then the people who
had it started to disappear.

People from the trial.

Your dad.

It was like... some kind of purge.

Someone was clamping down on NZT.

Who was that?

I don't know.

Hey.

You're okay.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I just wasn't feeling myself.

You didn't answer me yesterday.

Are you having side effects from NZT?

You know, I thought I was.

But I feel great today.

And that's not really how
side effects work, right?

So, um, I'm sorry I worried you.

Worried is an understatement.

I went to see Andrew Epperly last night.

Yeah, what happened?

He doesn't know of any antidote.

What about your dad?

He did give my dad NZT.

All the patients, actually.

But I don't think he killed them.

I think it was somebody else.

Someone with resources.

And I think I'm about to be fired.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

Close the door and sit down, please.

I got a call from the director's office.

You canceled your meeting.

I'm sorry.

I just...

How long have you known?

About your father, the file.

You know, I couldn't put
my finger on it at first.

But there was something about your attitude.

A shift.

And then you blew off the
meeting with the director.

You don't do that, unless you
no longer want a career here.

So I tried to think of
why you would do that.

And there was really only
one good explanation.

NZT is going to change
the entire world, Rebecca.

This division has to stay in front of it.

And that's why I'm here?

It's not that simple.

I got this job a month after my father died.

You must've made the connection.

Sure, I did.

I read the file on Conrad Harris,

and I saw that he had a daughter
that was working Criminal

right here in New York, so I looked into her

and I saw an agent who was inexperienced,

but smart, resourceful, tenacious.

Someone who could help us with NZT.

Someone who would want to.

And I planned on showing you the file.

That's easy to say now.

Okay, you're right.

You don't have to believe me.

That is entirely up to you.

But you need the Bureau's
highest level of clearance

to read the full NZT records.

Legally, that is.

And to get that kind of
clearance, you need to advance.

And to advance, you need
people to notice you.

And that's why I put you on the red team.

And I covered for you with the director.

I told him it was a
misunderstanding, my fault.

I bought you 48 hours.

Thank you.

Was it Finch?

No.

Would you tell me if it was?

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