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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.

Every time he takes it,
for the next 12 hours,

he basically becomes the
smartest person in the world.

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.

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

Why would you help me?

Let's just say I need somebody

in a position.

You describe to the FBI,
or anyone,

about these shots...

I will let you die
more painfully

and slowly than you can fathom.

So, Brian, you ready
to become somebody who matters?

It's time.

So, what's it like to work
for the FBI?

All in.

Colonel October's men
have the uncut diamonds.

You need to win this hand

if we're gonna protect
the launch codes.

And, Brian,

you don't play baccarat
with Uno cards.

Just shut up, okay?

This is my fantasy.
It's not yours.

It's not exactly like
I imagined it would be.

The first thing they asked me
to do was sit around.

A lot.

They wanted to study me,
so they could find out

why I'm immune
to the side effects of NZT.

Which is good,

because the side effects are
Ow!

very, very bad.

Of course,
I know why I'm immune.

But I can't tell them that.

You take one
of these shots,

and you can have as much NZT
as you want.

So they wanted me to do
everything exactly like I did

before they gave me the job.

But it turns out,
getting watched all the time

gets old fast.

NZT kept things... interesting.

For 12 hours a day,
I had access

to every nook and cranny
of my brain.

You're on the verge
of having a life

that most people
can't even begin to imagine.

♪ Can't afford a therapist

♪ Sorry, guys

♪ Here's a solo...

Those two guys?

They're
my official babysitters.

They've got names, I think.

I just call them Mike and Ike.

By the time a week went by,

we all got a little stir-crazy.

I think we were all very happy

when the FBI said
they were finally ready

to put me to work.

So, no, I'm-I'm not saying
that I'm an FBI agent,

per se. Uh,
it's more of, like...

It's like
an affiliation.

You know?
Like mutual welfare, benefit.

That kind of thing.
Mutual? I mean,

what's in it for them?
Uh,

you'd be surprised, actually.

It turns out, uh,
I've got talents.

Aptitudes,
I guess you could call them.

Doesn't the FBI do
background checks?

They give, uh,

vouchers, I think,

waivers for, you know...

Sounds like an
incredible opportunity.

That guy right there,
the one who just rescued me,

he just got a new liver,

arrangements courtesy
of yours truly.

Well, the FBI technically got
the liver.

I just agreed to take a job
so they would do it.

They say your dad's
coming home on Thursday.

So I thought
we should all do dinner.

I mean, if,

you know,
you don't have a mission.

Should be good.

Sorry. I just want to get back
to the FBI thing,

okay?
Yes.

So if you
are not an agent,
No.

are you...
Oh...

...deputized?

Do you...

have a badge and a gun?

Welcome to the FBI.

You'll never see a real badge
or a gun,

but at least you got those.

Are you hazing me?

That's awesome.
Thanks, man.

So? Day one.

So epic. Where we going?

Boyle and I are
going to Fort Greene.

A journalist named
Stephen Fisher died
in a one-car accident

last night.
Okay.

Um, I thought
we were, like, a...

like, an elite division
or something, you know?

But we investigate car crashes?

Um,

not typically.
But Stephen Fisher wrote

about corruption
at three different

Fortune 500
companies.
Ah.

He was nominated for a Pulitzer
after he exposed

a Russian intelligence operation
at a defense contractor.

He had enemies
in very high places.

We want to
make sure

one of them didn't kill him.

Possible KGB assassination
in Brooklyn.

I'm all
over it.

Mike, give me my pill.
Let's do this.

There hasn't been
a KGB

since 1991.

No?
No.

And Agent Harris
told you what we're doing.

You...

are staying here.

Your first
assignment.

You want me to learn Farsi?

The Bureau needs analysts
that speak this language.

"Analysts."

So... I just...

sit here in this room?

Only while you're on NZT.

W...

What happens

if I try to leave? Are these
guys... are they my bodyguards?

Or are they... prison wardens?

This isn't what either of us
expected when I brought you in,

Brian, but it's a first step.

You can do good work from here.

Do enough of it, everyone
will get hungry for more.

And then you're
out of here.

You okay?

Yeah. I mean,

I guess I just thought
there'd be more baccarat.

Hmm?

Don't worry about it.

After a couple of hours, I had
a decent handle on basic Farsi.

My head was spinning.

I needed to think
about something else

for a few minutes.

Maybe I couldn't be out there
in the field,

but I could learn more
about the guy who died.

Whoa.
Stephen Fisher was my age.

I assumed he was old.
Like, at least 40.

When I was 26,
I built a potato gun.

That was my big accomplishment.

This guy forced the CEO of Yao
to resign.

He called out hypocrites and
corrupt fat guys everywhere.

He traveled the whole world.

He fell in love.

Stephen Fisher knew who he was.

Which makes him
the polar opposite of me.

You see that, right?

Mm-hmm.

Now, why would somebody cover
up a new bumper sticker

with another copy of
the exact same sticker?

It's not a good time.

I don't think Stephen Fisher
died in an accident.

Brian...
Uh-uh, hear me out.

If you wanted to kill Fisher
in a way that looked

like an accident, you could
easily rig up a car crash.

You'd just need
a remote override

of the car's control systems.

And if you wanted to be sure
that Fisher was dead,

you could even make
a little explosive

that would make the gas tank
go up,

and the whole thing
would get lost in the wreck.
Brian,

can we talk about this
in ten minutes?
You could do all of that

if you had an electronic chip
on the car.

You'd just have to get it there.

Fisher had a Thoughtful Dissent
sticker on the back right side

of his car,
and a couple of days ago,

somebody put
an identical sticker

over the one
that was already there.

Now, I think
that is where the chip is.

Brian, I know.

We found it under the bumper
sticker about an hour ago.

Stephen Fisher's death
was a homicide.

That's... Okay.

Good. You're really good.

Um, what about the bomb, though?

It would have to be small enough

that it broke apart
in the crash,

and it'd also have to fit onto
the fuel check valve of a Jeep.

We're looking for it.

Uh, I can help.

I've been doing a little
light reading about bombs,

and there's three different
designs that I came up with.

I'm pretty sure they're
the only ones that'll work.

And right now I've just got

toothpick models.
But if you'll call Mike and Ike

and tell 'em I got to go out
and get a few things,

I can make real ones.
And then we can show them

to whoever's sorting
through the wreckage.

I appreciate the tip. Seriously.

But I-I have to go.
How are you supposed
to find evidence

if you don't know
what you're looking for?

You are not allowed out of
the office while you're on NZT.

I'm sorry.
These are not my rules.
W...

And speak English.
Don't be a show-off.

Well, what happens
if you walk out of here?

Mike and Ike
tackle you?

Do you go
to Guantanamo?

I don't know.

But it'd be a lot easier
if I didn't have to find out.

Well, picture
the layout.

Remember
when you walked in?

You walked
through the whole place.

You know
exactly where everything is.

That room where they're giving
the flu shots.

It's right next door.
If I can get in there,

I'll have access to the hallway
that leads out of here.

That wall-- it cuts the ceiling
tiles off right in the middle.

They just subdivided this room.

New drywall.

Finch?

No one was watching me.

No one was measuring me.

I was free.

Well, basically free.

I did have a shopping list,
and it was a big one.

I had to get the parts
for the detonators

so I could bring them
to the crime scene.

And you would be amazed

how difficult it is
to find materials

for a model bomb.
I was getting close,

but after I maxed out
my credit cards,

I also needed money
to pay for it all.

So I took
the Atlantic City Express,

walked in with $17.32.

Player wins.
Sweet.

So that's it?
You just count to nine?

That's baccarat.

It's pretty simple
once you get the hang of it.

Eventually, they told me
I had to stop playing.

But it was more than enough
to buy my parts,

and I figured out
how to put them together.

And I met some cool people
on the bus.

Bruce wasn't sure how
to get back in his kid's life.

I walked him
through basic trigonometry

so he could help the kid crush
the SATs.

Dylan and Anne just broke up.

I know. It's crazy.

I just, you know,
talked 'em through some stuff

and I think they're going
to give it another shot.

I carved out enough alone time

to finish my project
and then we were back.

Guys, we should all
get together sometime.

Guys. So...

these are pretty much done.

It's cool, right?

Do you have any idea

how many people
are looking for you?

Do you know that the contents

of your immune system
are a national secret?

Or that flights were grounded
to make sure...

To be honest,
she seemed a little paranoid.

...in danger of being kidnapped.

If you go on like this,
I will pull your credentials

and they can study you
down in D.C.

Understood?

But I had to agree
I'd never do it again.

Yo, Reb, you should see this.

Each one of Finch's models has
this Y-shaped thing on one end.

I found...

that when I was
going through all the pictures

of the wreckage we bagged.

We have a piece of the bomb?
Yeah.

When I was in Criminal,
I caught the guy

who planted a bomb
in a judge's car.

Now, he didn't build the
bomb, he just put it there.

The bomb was built
by a contractor

who goes by the name Taurus.

Taurus.

Didn't the Baltimore
field office

have a task force
trying to run him down?

Yeah, they spent a year
getting exactly nowhere.

The guy's invisible.

The bomb that was planted
on the judge's car...

looked like that.

Whoever built that

built the one
that killed Stephen Fisher.

Brian didn't just give us
a piece of the murder weapon,

he also pointed us at a suspect.

You give someone
performance-enhancing drugs,

they perform.

What happens
when NZT wears off?

Even if you are immune to
the really, really bad stuff,

your brain's still
been working overtime.

And you crash. Hard.

Are you spending the night?

Oh, I'm sorry.
What time is it?

Oh, my God,
I got to go.

I'm sorry.

See you
tomorrow.

Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't
be here earlier, Dad, I just...

you know, I got caught up
at work. New job, and...

It's okay, you didn't
miss anything.

I-I fought with the insurance
people for about an hour.

That was it.

You fought? What were
you fighting about?

Old lawyers never die,
they just argue

with anybody who'll listen.

Your mom wants me
to have a nurse

when we get back
for a little while.
Absolutely.

They disagree.

So, anyway,

this-this FBI thing-- you think
it's gonna be long-term?

Oh, uh...

You know, I don't
really know yet.

But I'll tell you this:

I wish you guys were more
excited about it, though.
You happy?

We're fine.

It's just so sudden.

Listen, Brian...

Are you sure this is what
you want for yourself?

Um, it felt like
an opportunity

that, uh...

I had no choice but to take.

Hmm.

That's very lawyerly of you.

So let's review: there's
the stuff I can't tell my dad.

When I was biting Adam's lip,
I was just thinking,

"He looks hot."

...policy positions.
Preliminary polls

show New York Senator
Eddie Morra

would have widespread bipartisan
appeal if he were to run in...

And then there's the stuff

I can't tell anyone.

You ready to become
somebody who matters?

...dumb ass shot again.
I give this to you.

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

How often do I need
that shot he gave me?

Why does Senator Morra
want me to work for the FBI?

All right,

good to go, team. I'm on
the straight and narrow path

and I'm ready to learn
some Farsi.

Agent Harris?

Sorry to interrupt.

It's Finch.

What did he do?

He has a message.

He knows he's not involved
in your bombing case, but

if you're interested,

he figured out who Taurus is.

How did he even know
we're looking for Taurus?

I can read lips.

It isn't that hard.

People have been talking
to you your whole life.

You just got to pay attention
to their mouths.

"I did not read the Iliad.

Maybe honesty counts
for points"?

It does not,

Mr. Finch.

And when did you
read our lips?

I was
coming back

from the bathroom yesterday,
and I thought

I'd check in on everyone.

I'm gonna call Baltimore...

Taurus.
Okay.

I didn't say
"Brian equals terrible."

No, you're right.
Those were not your exact words.

Look, I'm pretty sure
I know who Taurus is.

But...

I know the FBI's
big on procedure.

So if you want me
to stay in my lane, I get it.

Brian.

Finch.

Tell us what you know.

Taurus obviously has
high-level engineering training

and some kind of background

in bomb construction.
The number of people

he conceivably could be
isn't that large.

These computers were all broken.

Not that broken.
Now, every time

Taurus has been suspected
of killing someone,

there's a guy from a security
firm that shows up on the news

to talk about it.
Darren Cullen.

Now, nothing too weird
about that.

Cullen's an expert on bombs.
But in 2011, you guys

think Taurus killed someone
by using a bomb

that triggered
a spray of acid.

When Cullen was on TV
right after,

he had a bandage on his wrist.

That was a nasty burn.

Took a skin graft to treat.

It's almost as if he was...
burned by acid or something.

You think Darren Cullen
is Taurus?

You're skeptical.
But Cullen fits the profile.

And you know what else he's got?

Three different patents.

Here's the filing
for the first one.

That look familiar?

So in between appearances on
the news, this guy builds bombs

for hire
in his apartment?

I don't think
he uses his apartment.

Darren Cullen has power of
attorney over his mother Judy.

They filed the papers
in 2003. In 2005

Judy Cullen bought an
auto repair shop in Queens

that was about to go
out of business, and she still

owns the building.

A warrant?

I restore vintage cars here.
Come on inside.

Promise you'll be bored.

No offense, but if I'm going
to be talking to the FBI,

I should probably
check in with my lawyer.

Let me know when you're done.

Okay, so how long you want
to spend digging around in here?

He's got a '68 Stingray
and a '75 911.

These are all Corvette parts.

He doesn't have anything
for the Porsche.

Hey, hey.

What are you doing?

Plastique,
detonator wire, cash.

Still got your lawyer
on the phone?

We found equipment that ties you
to four different bombings.

That's just at a glance.

You're Taurus,

and you're going to jail
for the rest of your life.

The only choice you have left

is whether or not
you want to cooperate with us.

And if I do?

If you volunteer the names
of your clients, we will

tell the U.S. attorneys you
helped. That means something.

Who hired you
to kill Stephen Fisher?

Larry Trestment.

He's head
of corporate security

at Longitude Construction.

Fisher was apparently
making inquiries

about Longitude Construction's
subcontractors

in Indonesia using unpaid labor.

Let's send people over
to Longitude Construction,

pick this guy
up for murder.

Attempted murder, actually.

I freely admit

I am the contractor
known as Taurus.

But in the interest
of precision--

I'm an engineer, after all--

there's one thing
you're wrong about.

Taurus didn't
kill Stephen Fisher?

We don't think so.

He took the job.

He planted the chip
and the detonator

and then he hid
a Bluetooth transmitter

under a newspaper kiosk
on Fulton.

And this somehow
adds up to him not doing it?

Fisher's accident
happened a mile before

he would have driven
past the Bluetooth.

The chip was
never triggered.
So it went off by mistake.

We checked--

the chip was never
activated.

Well, if he didn't
kill Fisher, who did?

At the moment, it looks like
it might be an accident.

Stephen Fisher
wore a fitness tracker.

There was a spike in his
heart rate before he died.

The M.E.'s
taking another look

at the remains,
but her first guess is that

he had a stroke
before the wreck.

No, 28-year-olds
don't drop dead of strokes.

Something else happened.

We looked at toxicology.
Fisher had the flu

that's been going around,
but that's the only anomaly.

Maybe it was
an accident.

But there's at least
a chance that it wasn't.

This guy risked his life

to help people,

and it could have
gotten him killed.

We can't just call it a day.

Well, no one's
giving up,

but no matter what happens,

you caught Taurus.

We're arresting people all over
the country that hired him.

You did
a great thing.

Okay.

I know what you're thinking.

A stroke at 28?
A heart attack?

Fisher didn't smoke.

He didn't have diabetes.

Something else happened.

Can you cause a stroke?

I don't know.

But I'd rather not look on
the Internet to find out.

Talk to the experts.
That makes sense.

No, I can't leave here again.
They say I'll be fired.

You care about finding out
what happened to Stephen Fisher.

If you don't do it, who will?

It's a text from Finch.

"Sorry, guys."

Go cut him off.

So, assuming
it didn't happen naturally,

how could you make
Stephen Fisher have a stroke?

It was a question that took me
all over the city.

If there were answers to find,
I had to find them

before I went back to the FBI.

Oh, and I found time to stop by
my dad's insurance company.

By the time the pill wore off,

things were starting
to come together.

I just spent two hours
looking for you.

I really think
that Stephen Fisher

was a victim
of foul play--

some other people, too--
but I need help to prove it

before I go back to the FBI.

You have one minute.

Can I have two?

I-I'm not on NZT.

Uh, okay, just...

All right, come here.

Come here.

Uh, we'll
start here.

Yeah, bring
that, bring that, bring that.

Okay, so...

I visited a bunch
of hospitals today, okay?

And I was asking questions
about why one 28-year-old

might have died
from a stroke.

But I learned that
two other young guys--

Diwal Reshmi
and Samir Desai--

also had fatal strokes
in the past two days.

And just like Stephen,
they caught the flu

and died of a stroke.

They're both
Central Asian?
Just like Stephen.

Now, based on their last names,
you could trace

all of their heritage
back to Pakistan--

this part where the, uh...

where the Sayyid
tribe is, okay?

Now, all the men
in that tribe claim to be

direct descendants of...

...Genghis Khan.
Ah, well, there's
a reason you brought this.

Right. Now, he was one of the
most prolific breeders... ever.

There's, like, a study that one
in every 200 men in the world

are probably walking around
carrying the genetic marker

that can be traced
back to him, okay?

What if...

somebody found a way

to target that trait?

Can I keep going?
Yes.

Thank you.
Okay, come here.

All right, now, based on
a lot of very, very new

and, um-- where is it?

It's new science--
it's very... it's
very complicated.

We are right on the verge of
being able to build viruses

that can target genetic
traits, specifically.

And the Khan marker is the most
common one there is, okay?

So what I'm saying is,

what if someone,
theoretically,

could make a virus that would
give most people the flu...

but if somebody with
the Khan marker got it...

They'd have a stroke.
...they'd have a stroke.

Interesting.
Exactly.

You'd have to be sure that
- your target had the marker.
- Yes.

And there isn't any proof
that someone can make
a virus like...

Yeah, but no, but-but do
you know what the odds

of three guys dying of
a stroke at their age

all within the same
48-hour period are?
It's, like, crazy.

It's one in, um...

It's really low.
It's, like, insanely low.

One in a...
a trillion or something.
Okay.

If this is right, there
has to be something

that connects Stephen
Fisher to the other two.
Yeah.

And that's this--
Young Molly's Coffee.

Diwal Reshmi's wife
was a barista there.

Samir worked at a bakery
that supplied the place.

And guess who would go there
to write every single morning

over an iced soy Americano.

Stephen Fisher.

Young Molly's is
ground zero for the virus.

I don't know about you,
but I would really like

to get in there and look
at those security tapes.

But... as you and I both know,
I don't have a badge.

And I most certainly
don't have a gun.
Or... have a gun. Got it.

See you at work. And
if you come into my apartment

without permission again,

I'll shoot you on sight.

Bagels in the fridge.

Work.

This is going to be fun.

♪ You're fired
♪ Suplex, suplex,
suplex backbreaker ♪

♪ You're fired

♪ Suplex, suplex,
suplex backbreaker ♪

♪ You're fired...
♪ Suplex,
suplex, suplex backbreaker ♪

♪ Suplex, suplex ♪

♪ Suplex backbreaker. ♪

Genghis Khan?

He's a notable conqueror

and a prolific breeder.

Here.

You want this?

Sorry to interrupt. Um,

Brian brought
you up to speed?

I went up to that
coffee shop this morning,

Young Molly's, and...

I think I found something.

I went through
the security footage.

And look at this.

Four cups of coffee
on the counter.

Then this guy
walks up.

He doesn't take a cup of coffee,
he doesn't buy anything.

What is he doing?

It's hard to tell from that.

I agree-- but take a look

at that table.

The woman taking that picture,

she's a regular at Young
Molly's, so I waited around,

and I fished this...
out of her deleted files.

He's spraying the yellow cup.
He's spraying Stephen
Fisher's cup with some kind

of aerosol.
That is the most
efficient way

to pass along viral cultures.

Now, look at this.

That's Fisher picking up
the white cup.

So it wasn't Fisher's cup
he intended to spray.

Wait. If you're saying

that Fisher wasn't the target,
then who was?

So who is she?

I got my pill and I listened
to them try and figure out

who the real target was.

Whoever that woman is,

it seems obvious
she's the target.

But there's one thing
we forgot.

Genghis Khan.

He spread his genes everywhere,

but the marker he passed
was patrilineal, which means...

That woman isn't the target.

The Genghis Khan marker
can only be passed through men.

So even if she has the virus,
there's no way it manifests

as anything other
than the flu.

This is an assassination.

That woman has
someone in her life

that carries the marker.

Now, he can't be easy to get to,
so they're using her

to pass the virus.

Well, even if she isn't
the target,

we still have to find her.

The whole plan
hinges on her being

at the coffee shop.

She's a regular.

Right.

Well, you kids have fun.

I'll just be here, uh,
coming up with insights...

and whatnot... with Naz.

I was in the middle
of firing him.

That is literally the meeting
you interrupted:

me firing Brian Finch.

Now...

as an object of study,
he is invaluable;

as a consultant, he's reckless.

Every time
he leaves this building,

good things happen.

He gave us the bomb
that led to Taurus.

He put us on the path of
a genetically engineered virus.

He can do incredible things
on NZT,

but he defines himself

in opposition to institutions.

I know the mindset;
I raised teenagers.

And in the context
of this department,

it's dangerous.

He'll move past it.

He's already come a long way.

Last month he was a temp.

There is one person that
Brian trusts in this building.

If you want him to behave,
don't stick him in a file room.

Let him work with me.

So this is the field.

I imagined

a lot less
standing around.

You made this happen,
didn't you?

Am I gonna regret it?

You know, we're trying
to find Olivia today--

that might be
our problem.

We should try finding her
a few days ago.

Okay, so that block
is covered with cameras.

I walked around with Ike today,

and it's really amazing

how generous people get
with their footage

when you can stick
an FBI badge in their face.

And if you can cut
enough of it together...

You can follow her.
Mm-hmm, that's right.

So, she takes a cab to midtown,

kills a couple of hours
at a rug store...

What's up with the music?

I added it.
It's way cooler.

There, see?
She goes to the Essex Hotel.

Now, they pretend they
don't know each other at first.

But once they're inside...

Central Asian heritage,

plus it looks like
they're having an affair.

I'd say we found
our target.

Well, if they're having
an affair,

they probably didn't check in
under their real names.

We can run the man through
facial recognition, but...

it's blurry,
it might take a while.

Oh, perfect.
I got some stuff to do.

When your family's been
looking down on you for years,

how do you get it to stop?

Would you kill the music?

I mean, the whole concept
of interviewing a four-year-old

- is absurd.
- Right?

But if you really want him

to get in that preschool,
Cameron...

Show up to dinner
before your NZT wears off.

Bring Tommy's art

to the meeting-- I mean, he
has a very highly developed

sense of perspective.
Did you ever notice that?

Uh... no.

No, I think it's great
that the insurance company
changed their mind.

Oh, I know.
But make sure the nurse

understands protocols for
recent transplant patients.

The Marquess of Queensberry.
I probably should

have been
a little more cautious.

Oh! Y.A. Tittle.

- Ah, the Cthuhlu Mythos.
- Okay.

What?
Longitude

and latitude.

Strategic Arms Limitation Talks.

Oh, Euclidean geometry.

The Nicomachean Ethics.

Mitosis and meiosis?

Brian?

Yeah?

Hey.

Mom told me that you
fell asleep down here.

I did, yeah. I...

We were having so much fun,
I think I drank

an extra beer or two
and just...

I think I'm gonna...
probably call a cab.

Smart.

How are you doing?

I'm fine.

I mean, I'm-I'm good.
I mean, what do you mean?

Well, I mean...

there's so much going on
with you lately.

The FBI came out here and told
us that you were involved

in some sort of...

designer drug.

And then somehow you
get me a new liver.

And tonight you answered
every question in trivia.

Yeah. I've been
really focused... really.

- Focused.
- Mm-hmm.

This wouldn't have anything to
do with this drug, would it?

What? Come on.

Thanks a lot, Dad.

Come on, you know that
I've always believed that
you would do great things,

even when you
didn't believe it.

We can talk
to each other

about anything, Brian,
and that's never gonna change.

Dad, stop.

There's no drug, okay?

I swear.

There is something

that you're not telling me.

And that's your prerogative,

because you're an adult.

But so am I.

And I am not
gonna play along

when you're lying to me.

You understand that?

You're here. Good.

No, it's not good.

Look, I had to lie
to my dad last night

about all of this,
okay? Point-blank.

I'm sorry.
But we have to move.
I can't keep lying.

Our facial recognition guy
got a hit on the man
from the elevator.

His name is Ram Ananda--
he's a general in the Army

and he's stationed
at Fort Hamilton.

The general was a little sick
this morning, but he seemed

basically fine.
We need to see him.

General Ananda?

General Ananda is
in a medically induced coma.

The stroke was bad,
but they intervened early.

They say he has
a decent chance of recovery.

Well, that's good news.
MAN [on TV]:
At Eukaryote we foster a, uh,

environment of innovation
through competition.

It's a philosophy
that drives us to excel.

Periodic layoffs are

the so-called
"fire that cleanses the forest,"

and our
high-performing employees

understand that they're safe.

Sounds like
a fun place to work.

WOMAN [on TV]:
Talented employees
Ready to try this?

come and go at Eukaryote...

Hi. Good morning.

So, we're here
to see that guy.

Do you have an appointment?

No, we don't.
But I think he'll see us--

just tell him
we brought this.

Are you familiar
with the concept

of a genetically targeted virus?

They don't exist yet.

Sure, I get the idea--
I do run a biolab.

Actually, we think
there's been a breakthrough.

We're investigating
the possibility that someone

released a virus
targeting descendants

of Genghis Khan
at a coffee shop uptown.

Genghis Khan was not a good guy,
but it's a little late

in the game for revenge,
don't you think?

Well, it's not about revenge--
it was an attempt

to kill an Army general
named Ram Ananda.

If you're right,
that's terrifying.

Who are you looking at,
foreign intelligence?

Ananda sat

on an appropriations committee
for the Army.

They have a vote
in a couple of weeks.

And, among other things,

they'll be deciding whether
or not to drastically reduce

the budget for funding research
into biological weapons.

Now, General Ananda had
the swing vote, but...

he believes army resources
are better directed

toward energy independence.
But if he dies,

the man in line
to take his place

is a hawk on biological weapons.

This place of yours,

Eukaryote...

you have one client, right?

The Army.

So if that vote
goes the wrong way,

then... everything
you've built is gone.

That's absurd.

We'd find work.
Miles,

you wrote your masters' thesis

on the genetic marker
linked to Genghis Khan.

I mean, I read it;
it was a good read.

It was a little simplistic.

I can see why you run the
business side of things.

I'm gonna get my
lawyer on the phone.

Although, to be honest,
I don't even think

I need him here for this--
I'm waiting to hear a piece
of actual evidence.

We have you on tape...

spraying the virus.

That's you.

See the birthmark?

That virus your lab made,

it's a massive breakthrough.
And there's no way

you destroyed your research,
which means...

the proof that you did this
is somewhere in the building.
This meeting

is an opportunity for you
to give us those files.

If you don't,
we can take that picture

to a judge and get a warrant,

but then you've lost
your only chance to cooperate.

You'll be facing
three charges of murder.

If you can get a judge
to believe that's me,

you have evidenceof what?

The fact that I used
an aerosol can?

The virus, if it exists, leaves
no trace of itself behind.

You have no evidence
of murder here,

just a statistical quirk.

You don't even have the
means to compel a warrant.

And I suspect you know that...

which is why you're trying
to bluff me.

You know that didn't go well,
right, Brian?

Oh, yeah, no.
We crashed and burned.

That was really embarrassing,
but, honestly, ever since I saw

that video in the lobby,
I really just want a
crack at his employees.

Tag me in?
Sorry?

Tag me in, real quick,
before I do this.

Tag me in,
like that.
What?

Aw, forget about it.

Uh, excuse me,
everyone. Hello?

Guys.

My name is Brian Finch.
How you doing?

Um, this is Rebecca Harris.
We're from the FBI.

What are you doing?
That sounds so cool.

Um... show the badge.

What are you doing?

Show them the badge.

The FBI badge.
I don't have a badge yet, so...

Here, you're gonna have
to trust me, okay?

These people
hate Miles Amos.

I've had a lot of temp jobs,
and I took gym class.

What?
I know a petty tyrant.

Tag me in.

Dope! Put it up.

Listen, guys, it may have
come to your attention

that you work for a douche.

The "fire that
cleanses the forest"?

What?!
Can you even believe that?

But what you may not know

is that you work
for a murderous douche.

If you've been doing
research into genetically
targeted viruses,

then your boss

has used your work
to kill three people already.

What are you two doing?
And the thing is, guys,

we can't prove it right now
without the files.
Call security right now.

So, if you hate
Miles Amos--

and I know you do--
I'm offering you the opportunity

to e-mail me those files
anonymously.

Get the hell out of my building.

All right? And if I'm wrong,
don't worry about it.

No harm, no foul.
But if you think that man's

capable of killing people,
e-mail me at...

We don't have
an FBI e-mail for me?

No.

At... NinjaVersusBear
@ReabsorbedTwin.com.

N-I-N-

J-A...

Lookie here.
It's an e-mail from Eukaryote.

Look at that.
And another one.

And another one. Wow, man,
you got a morale issue.

What's up, dude?
Remember when

you weren't going to jail
five minutes ago? That was dope.

Keep 'em coming, guys.

It says "FBI" on it.

It even has a lanyard,
so you can wear it

around your neck.

Or you can just put it
in your pocket.

You earned it, Brian.

We got a confession
from Miles Amos because of you.

And we know what happened
to Stephen Fisher.

But every time you act out,

I'm the one
that cleans up your mess.

You're an adult.

Understand?

Yeah, starting to.

I thought you'd be happier.

No, I am, I just...

It's the lying.

As long as we're doing this, I
don't see where it's gonna stop.

Your dad used to be
an attorney, right?

Yeah.

Is he still licensed
by the bar?

Yeah, I think so.

So if you want to talk to him,

why don't you hire him?

You made a deal with us,

but you're still entitled
to an attorney.

You still have the right

to an attorney-client
privilege.

I don't know the guy,

but maybe he'll even
lower his fee for you.

That's a good plan,
Agent Harris.

Ten dollars?

That's what you think I'm worth?

Dad, just take it.

Then you'll be my lawyer

and then we can talk.

Who is whistling?

Mom doesn't whistle.

That's my nurse.

That's who they sent.
She's great.

She just whistles.

So, what's going on, Brian?

Okay, Dennis,

take your meds
before I go home.

Sipiwe, this is my son, Brian.

My nurse.

You describe it to the FBI,
to your parents, to anyone,

I will let you die
more painfully and slowly

than you can fathom.

Your dad's doing great.

Good.
As long as
he keeps taking

his pills,
does everything

we tell him to do,

just the way
we tell him to do it,

I think he'll make
a full recovery.

There's no reason at all
to expect his health
to be compromised.

Nice to meet you, Brian.

Sit down.

So... what'd you want
to tell me, kid?