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MAN:
We have shots fired,
402 River Street.

Get the exits,
exits, exits.

Let's go, go, go, go.
Let's go.

AL: Remind me why
we came in here.

'Cause you're
a glory hound.

Even I remember
coming in alone
was your idea.

All right, two guards
have already been shot.

Any ideas how
to stop this guy

before this turns
into a bloodbath?

No, not really.

Guess we found him.

All right, cover me.
I'm heading upstairs.

Yeah, there you go,
stealing my glory again.

Be careful.

Turn around and
drop your weapon!

Now!

Six in a row.

What?

Way to go.

BOTH: Yeah!
Yes!

Six in a row!
Way to go!

No.

Oh, my

Great work taking down
that shooter, boss.

Two security guards he shot
are gonna pull through.
We got lucky.

No, we got Carrie Wells
on our side.

How's she doing,
by the way?

Let's all keep an eye
on her today.

Absolutely.
Of course.

All right,
we need to figure out
what just happened here.

An act of terrorism,
disgruntled former employee,

someone making
a political statement?

What do we know
about this guy?

Eli Condon, 45,
worked as columnist

in a small newspaper
out in Westchester,

married, three kids.

According to the co-workers
I talked with, he's the
nicest guy in the office.

They're all totally shocked.

They sense anything off
with him recently,

problems at home,
at work?

No, there's nothing
like that.

The guy has
a clean record.

He doesn't even
have a parking ticket.

Why the old power plant?

Been shut down
for six months.

Anyone in his family
work there or for
that company?

There's nothing linking him
to the power plant.

I can't even find
any evidence

that Condon set foot
on Roosevelt Island
before today.

All right, well, then what
the hell was he doing there?

History of mental illness,
suffering from PTSD?

Guy shoots a gun
like that,

he must have
military experience, right?

He's got a clean
bill of health.

Guy's got
no service record.

It's looking like Eli Condon's
a totally normal guy.

No, totally normal guys
don't go on shooting rampages.

Something set Condon off.

Keep digging into him.
Yeah, you got it.

Jay, work up a timeline
of Condon's movements

leading up to the shooting.

We need to know
if he was a lone wolf

or if others
were involved.

Hey, Delina,
I need to see the body.

Hey.

Thought you were ordered
to take the day off
to meet with psych services.

Yeah, well, you know
how I feel about
psych services.

Take a look.

Something
bothering you?

Ever since
I saw him today,

I keep getting this feeling
that I've met him before,

but I know I haven't.

MAN: Six in a row!

Carrie, what is it?

Nothing.
Can you talk to me
about the autopsy?

Um, did you find anything
unusual, out of the ordinary?

A small puncture
on his shoulder.

Could have been
from a needle.

Lab tests will tell me
if there was anything
in his system.

Okay.

Thanks.

Listen, I...

I haven't thought about...

...this carnival
in years.

And then I see Eli
at the power plant,

and suddenly it's popping
into my head over and over,

and I don't know
why except that

I feel like there's some
kind of connection

between Eli
and the carnival.

I just...
I don't know what it is.

All right, relax.

Put yourself back
at that carnival, all right?

If Eli Condon is there,

we'll find him together.
We've done this before.

Focus and just
tell me what you see.

MAN: Here we go. Come on,
Carrie, you got this.

Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.

I'm throwing balls
at the milk bottle toss.
MAN: Whoo!

Yes, yes!

Whoo!

I won six times.

Six in a row.
Way to go!

Whoo!
Yes, Carrie, yes!

The guys from the task force
are there with me.

Do you see
Eli Condon anywhere?

Where are you, Eli?

What?

What is it?

I was at the carnival,
but then it was gone,

and then I was
someplace else...

Someplace
I've never been,

but it felt like I was
re-experiencing it,

like a memory,
which doesn't make any sense.

Something's
going on here.

You said something
about a task force?

I don't want to
talk about that.

Oh, I think we should.
Has anyone talked
to Eli's wife?

No.

Well, let's start there.

Okay.

MRS. CONDON: Your people have
been here all day,

tearing the place apart,

treating Eli like he's some
terrorist or something.

What am I supposed
to tell my girls?

Mrs. Condon,
we know this is difficult.

We're just trying
to understand

how your husband
could behave in a way

so unlike the incredible man
you just told me about.

Was he upset lately?

Problems at home?

Eli never had
a bad day.

He was always so...

...cheerful
and optimistic,

the gentlest
person I knew.

Is it possible he was
hiding something from you?

We didn't
keep secrets.

Eli was happy.

He adores
his kids, and...

We were about to celebrate
our 10th anniversary
with a trip to Italy.

When?

A few weeks.

We were supposed to go
on a biking tour.

Eli's been training
every morning and night.

Just last night,
I told him to cut it out

after he swiped a car
and nearly got killed.

How bad was
the accident?

He went over the
handlebars. The helmet
got the worst of it.

I forced him to go
to the emergency room,
and they ran some tests,

but everything checked out.

Eli left this morning

at the normal
time, 8:15,

and texted from the office
saying he was feeling better.

You had no idea he was
going into the city?

None. He didn't
like the city. He felt...

Claustrophobic...

Although...

What?

He went into Manhattan
yesterday for a job interview.

Why would he get a job
in the city if he didn't
like it there?

You know what
a suburban paper pays?

He was supposed to meet
with a political news website,

Metropolis Report.

Eli said he'd be a fool
to turn his nose
at that kind of money.

You know who
he met with?

No, but they canceled
at the last minute.

Excuse me, I found this
in your daughter's room.

Do you know
where it came from?

Lulu has a lot of toys
and stuffed animals. I...

I have no idea.

Do you think maybe your
husband gave it to her?

Maybe.

He always brought her presents
from his work trips.

Okay, so do you think
maybe he could have

gotten it
at a carnival?

A carnival upstate?

Carrie.

I... A carnival
in Warrensburg, perhaps?

I told you, I don't know
where it came from.

Well, maybe I can
talk to your daughter.
She might know.

Carrie, enough.

Thank you for your time,
Mrs. Condon.

What was that about?
Her husband shot
two security guards,

shot at us, okay?
He's the criminal,
not the victim.

I was asking questions,
which is my job.

You should try
doing yours.

That woman doesn't
know anything.

What was that
about a stuffed animal?

I... I don't know.

Somehow Eli is attached,

connected to this carnival
and these images
I keep having in my head.

Look, I have complete
faith in your memory,

but I also know
you obsess over things,

and I don't want to see
that happen.

How many times do I have
to tell you that I don't need
you to protect me,

I don't want you
to protect me? I'm fine.

Mmm-hmm.

Jay?
Yup?

Any progress tracking
Condon's movements today?

He did go to work
like his wife said,

but then he got
on the Metro North at
10:55 out of Scarsdale,

got into Grand Central
at 11:40 a.m.

Shooting took place
about an hour
after he arrived.

Did you find
any calls, emails

prompting him
to head into the city?

No, nothing. Looks like
he got here, headed straight
for the power plant.

Not much
to work with.

Anything on his
job interview yesterday?

You mean alleged
job interview, right?

Alleged?

No one at Metropolis Report
knows anything about
Eli Condon.

All right, his wife said
it was canceled last-minute.

Did he get any calls around
the time of the interview?

His only incoming call around
that time was a robot-call.

So the job interview
story was bogus?

What, having an affair?

Why lie to his wife,

and where would he have
this romantic rendezvous?

Already ahead
of you, boss.

Looks like he got a bottle
of water and some breath mints

at a bodega down on
East 49th Street as soon as he
got into the city yesterday.

I did a facial recognition
search on all the cameras
in the immediate area,

and we got a positive match
for Eli Condon.

11:32 yesterday morning,
he enters the
Ardmore building.

You get him
coming out too?

Exits the building
at 1:45 p.m.

The building doesn't exactly
scream, "affair," does it?

So what was he doing
in there for two hours?

I don't know,
but get this.

Visitors log
show no record of Eli.

There's only three names
in that time period,

and they're
all women.

We need to know
who he was visiting.

Boss, that building's got
hundreds of tenants.

Get his picture to every
office in that building.

Someone in there has
a connection to our shooter.

You got it.

Come on, come on.

Valerie, right?

Yeah, we met
at the ski lodge

in Vermont a few years back.
Oh, come on.

You still work
for Vogue?

October 24, 2001,
you read an article in Maxim

that told you role-playing
spices things up
in the bedroom.

Well, things must have gotten
pretty spicy that night

for me to remember
it so perfectly.

Except that my name
was Victoria

and I worked
for The Atlantic.

You had a giggling fit every
time I referred to your
chosen name of Chet.

And then things
got so weird,

you started sweating
profusely and had a
panic attack. Game over.

How's that for spicy?

Ah, poor Chet doesn't
know what he missed.

So, Eli Condon.

Jay tracked him
to the Ardmore
building yesterday.

We're working on
who he met with.

So far we don't have a contact
for Eli in the building,

but the only call
Eli got yesterday

was from a burner cell.

It lasted eight seconds.

So we got nothing.

We keep hitting
roadblocks with this.

I mean, we're not
getting anywhere.
Maybe I should just...

Man up and talk to the people
on the task force,

see if they remember
anything about Eli.

Maybe they knew him.
I don't know.

Now, listen,

I'm in the dark here.

Talk to me.

It was 2006.

I'd left Syracuse.
I'd left you.

I wanted to leave it
all behind.

I was done being a cop,

but this was different...

CIA.

They recruited me
because of my
special abilities.

We were assigned with...

...with tracking down
a rogue NSA agent
and taking him out.

He was leaking
classified information
to the wrong people.

No one could find him,
but we did.

We found him,
and we killed him...

And then it was over.

We disappeared
back into our own lives,

weren't allowed
to contact each other,
but that was fine with me.

I wanted nothing to do
with any of them.

Too many...
Memories.

Right.

Okay.

Let's you and me
give this one more shot

before you reach out.

Okay.

I did a little research
on the Warrensburg Carnival
from 2006.

Figured if I tell you
a few details,

maybe it'll
trigger something.

Okay.

So, while
at this carnival,

did you enjoy
John Ormsbee's
award-winning

"Grateful Red" chili?

No, although I do love
a terrible pun with my chili.

I'll bet you do.

All right,
do you remember Estragon,

grand champion
breeding heifer?

No, I don't... I don't recall
a cow named Estragon.

Okay, well, those are
the only two storylines

coming out of the carnival
that the local paper
saw fit to print.

There's no mention of your
soft-ball-throwing exploits.

Well, there should have been.
I was on fire.

BOTH: Yeah!

No.

October 20, 2006
is going to send me
over the edge.

I have to figure
this out.

October 20, 2006?

Yes.

You know, the, uh...

Warrensburg Carnival
was on May 8th that year.

No, that's impossible.

Well, it's hard
to believe,

but your memory's wrong.

Okay, Peter Roach,
where are you?

Where are you?

"Special Agent Peter Roach,

"killed in a training accident
on January 21, 2013."

All right, Sam McQuaid.

"ATF, killed in the
line of duty on
February 18, 2013."

Peter and Sam died
within a month of each other.

Emmet Grinwis.

Don't tell me
you're dead too.

"Terminated from the FBI
two years ago.

"Three stays
in mental institutions.

"Last known
address, Newburgh."

What is going on?

Brian Fenton.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing
here so late?

Jay, you're just
the guy I need.

"Brian Fenton, ATF.
File sealed,
Top secret clearance only."

Oh, so that's what you're
doing so late at night.

You're breaking
Federal Law.

I haven't broken any laws,
at least...not yet.

No.

No way.
No, not this time,
not happening.

That file says,
"Stay away, Jay." No.

Something's going on here,
and I need your help.

You're the only one
I trust to do this.

Please.

You know what?
Just do me a favor, okay?

Promise me you're gonna
say nice things at my trial

after the Feds come drag me
out of here, all right?
Oh...

Oh, thank you.
Oh, okay, right.

Hey, look at you,

in early doing paperwork
like a big guy.

Yeah, I like it.
It classes you up a bit.

It's just temporary
till Sandra gets back.

We should know
in a day or two.

Yeah, that's great,
but I'm just saying,
being the boss suits you.

I take it you're here
for some other reason
than to annoy me, right?

We tracked the
rifle Eli used.

It's a military prototype.

Prototype?

It's supposed to be

the sniper rifle
of the future.

DoD scrapped the program
about five years ago.

How did Eli
get his hands on it?

Weapon he used traces
back to a pallet of guns
stolen from Langley, 2009.

Langley,
as in home of the CIA?

Get this, guns from
the same pallet

used in the shootings
of Congressman Hill
about a year ago in New Mexico

and the killing of journalist
Jeff Brooks in Virginia
a few months before that.

The same prototype
was used in three shootings?

Get me everything
you can on these other cases.

All right.

Hey.

Hey. Thanks for
coming by.

I tried Carrie,
but I couldn't get her.

Yeah, she's seeing
an old colleague.
What do you got?

So the tox results
came in for Eli Condon.

Curious thing, he wasn't
drunk or high in the usual
sense of the word,

but there were traces
of dextrolysergamide
in his system.

Which is a good thing
or a bad thing?

Dextrolysergamide
is part of a group

of powerful antipsychotic
drugs called psychotropics.

But we didn't find
any history of mental illness,

and Eli wasn't taking
any prescribed medications.

Right, but see, the thing
about psychotropics is

they've been linked
to mind manipulation

and mental control,
so it's possible that...

Mind control?

I know it sounds crazy.

I'm just telling
you what I found.

All right,
can you tell me

when this drug was put
into Eli's system?

Well, it's hard to
give an exact time,

but I'd say within
the last 36 hours.

So right around
the time Eli went into
the Ardmore building.

Thank you.
You got it.

Excuse me.
All right.

Emmet?

Emmet?

I'm Carrie Wells.

You're that memory cop.

Yeah, that's right.

You want to put
the gun down?

I know why
you're here...

...to kill me.

Just like you
killed Roach.

I didn't kill anybody.

Emmet...

I'm gonna put
my gun away.

I just want to
talk to you.

You remember
that carnival we went to,
all of us together?

There's something
not right about that night.

I think about that
carnival all the time.

You do?

It's kind of odd.

My past, the present

doesn't stick
with me anymore,

but that carnival
is clear as day.

What...what do you remember
about the carnival, Emmet?

I remember me
and you and Pete,

Sam...

...celebrating.
Right.

Walking around,

had a few beers.

And then I impressed
you all with my arm.

What do you mean?

The milk bottles.

I knocked them over.

No, I... I knocked
them over.

Hell, no,
you didn't knock them over.

You guys were
cheering me on.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

"Six in a row!
Way to go!"

Sorry.
You remembered wrong.

No. I don't

I don't ever
remember things wrong.

Are you saying you
threw all those strikes?

Yeah.

I knocked the
milk bottles down.
Where are you going?

To prove your
memory wrong.

If you played the game,
how did I wind up with this?

Hey, hey, boss, listen.

I looked into those shootings
like you asked for.

Anything linking
to Eli Condon?

Nothing definitive, right,
but the MO's the same
Two shooters.

Armando Lockett,
Skip Camirand.

Neither man had
any criminal record,

weapons training,
mental illness,
political activism, nothing.

Nothing pointing
to a history of

or capacity for
violence, whatsoever.

Both men...

Killed themselves
after the shooting.

Sounds familiar.

ME reports showed some kind
of weird drug in their system.

A dextro...
Dextrolysergamide.

It's a mind control drug.

How do you know what?

It was in Eli's
system too.

All right, come on,
boss, seriously?

What, are we getting into
some kind of conspiracy
theory stuff here?

Killing of a
political journalist,

shooting a...a congressman?

All right. Shooting up
a closed power plant
doesn't really track...

...unless our shooter
was just in the wrong spot?

You know what?
Put together a list of
potential targets

in the area of
yesterday's shooting.

All right.

Hey, listen,
I went to see Emmet, okay,

one of the guys
on the task force.

Now, he had a memory
of the carnival too.

Except that his...
I told you I'd go with you.

I know, I know,
but listen.

He remembers everything
like I do of that carnival,

except that in
his memory

he's the one who was
throwing the softball, not me.

Now, this
guy is loopy.

He barely remembered
who I was, but the carnival
is crystal clear in his mind.

It's bizarre. I don't know.
Something is going on here.

We found two other
shootings in the last year
with a similar MO to Eli's.

All three men had traces
of a psychotropic
in their systems.

It's possible someone
manipulated these shooters.

What are you saying?

Mind control drugs?

JAY LEE: Hey, Carrie.

That file you wanted to
read about, that guy you used
to work with, Brian Fenton?

You got in?

Yep.

Okay, so this guy
Brian Fenton's claiming

that he was in the ATF?
Bogus.

For the past 35 years,

this guy's been
in the scientific intelligence
division of...

Of the CIA.
JAY LEE: Yup, you got it.

In the early '80s he oversaw
a Black Ops project
called MJ Volt.

And it looks like
it was a program

aimed at making
American soldiers immune

to Soviet
interrogation techniques

using mind control
and memory manipulation,

also known
as brainwashing.

Only researchers
started to believe

that they could
use the same techniques

to gain control
over unsuspecting subjects.

So agents so covert
they don't even know
their own involvement?

Okay, "Started to believe"

is very different
than actually
accomplishing, okay?

Which this program
never did, did they?

No, actually.

Project Volt didn't achieve
anything other than
losing a ton of dough.

Got shut down
in 1986.

Exactly.

Jay, did you
find anyone else

associated with
this Project Volt?

Would you stop trying to
connect dots that don't exist?

JAY LEE: Actually, Carrie,

I did find a list
of professors and scientists

linked to the project,
so, yeah.

Look, I just think
we should consider
the possibility

that someone
rebooted this program

and made it operational,

and somehow
you might be involved.

Oh, my God.

There is no way
someone got into my head,

brainwashed me
without me knowing it.

Will you please
just look at the photos

and see if you
recognize anyone?

Yes.

If this project
is active,

someone else might die.

You might be the one
who could stop it.

I just said yes.
Show me the photos.

Okay.
No.

Nope.

No.

No.

Stop there.

Six in a row!
Way to go!

Dr. Edward Wythe, Yale?

No, no.

That guy's not a doctor.
He's a carny.

I mean,
he's the guy who was

working the milk bottle
toss at the carnival. It's...

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

If that's true,

Wythe might be
who Eli went to see
at the Ardmore building.

Well, I guess
there's only one way
to find out, isn't there?

AL: Building security
says a man resembling Wythe

but using
a different name

is renting an office
here in the basement.

He's not here.

Dextrolysergamide.

If this is from today,

then Wythe
has activated another killer.

Hey, boss, I got
a BOLO out on Wythe.

Got his picture
circulating in every airport,
train station, and bridge.

Great, but right now
we need to focus on tracking
down this possible shooter.

Oh, with no ID,
no description,
no potential target?

I mean, we're good, boss,
but we can't find a ghost.

What about potential targets
in town yesterday?

They sent Eli
out to get someone.

Me and Denny
looked into it,

but there wasn't anyone
within five miles
of that power plant.

DENNY:
Hey, I think I found a link

between the shootings
of Congressman Hill

and that journalist
in Virginia.
Jeff Brooks, right?

Killed in Virginia
while investigating a story
about a potential scandal

involving our
government selling
weapons to Syrian rebels.

I never heard of that.
Yeah. Because it
never came out.

The story got discredited
after Brooks died,

and it never
gained traction.

Then a few months later,
a House Oversight Committee

opens an investigation.

And Congressman Hill
was on that committee.

He chaired
that committee.

So Wythe and his goons
could be taking out anyone

looking into this
arms scandal.

What happened
to the inquiry?

Well, it went away after
Congressman Hill had to
retire due to his injuries.

However, two weeks ago,

there's a resolution
proposed in the Senate

to establish a committee
to investigate
these same allegations.

Who proposed
this resolution?

Senator Glass from Indiana.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Senator Alison Glass?

Right.

Her name came
up in a search

of potential political targets
in town yesterday.

That's right.
She was giving a speech
up in Harlem.

She still here?

Holy crap, boss,

she's set to appear
at the new green energy
building on Roosevelt Island.

Guys, that's across the street
from yesterday's shooting.

Eli would have had
the perfect vantage point
from that power plant.

Senator Glass
is our target.

So Eli got the location right,
but the date wrong?

Eli's wife said he
had a bike accident,

hit his head the day
before the shooting.

Maybe it scrambled the program
being uploaded into his brain.

Come on, Al.

That's a little
far

No more so than
the rest of this.

We need to cancel
the senator's appearance

before somebody else
gets a phone call
that turns them into a killer.

You gonna take on
a senator, boss?

You got that
kind of pull?

I got friends
in low places.

Let's do it.

I was, uh, surprised
to get your call.

It's good to see you.

How's retirement
treating you?

It's good. I got a lot
of extra time, and I'm
catching up on reading.

I'm thinking of
learning French.

Parlez

I'm growing a garden.
Growing kale.

Kale? Sounds great.
Yeah.

It's horrible.
I'm losing my mind.

I'm a cop.

Cops don't grow kale.

We're working on
getting you re-instated.

Should get word
in a day or two.

In the meantime,
if you're interested,

I can use a little help...
I'll do it.

HALEY: So you're asking me to
cancel the senator's event,

which the media's
gonna be all over,

for some crackpot
conspiracy theory?

Yeah, I mean,
I know it sounds out there,

but we have
reason to believe

that the senator's life
could be in danger.

There was a shooting
at the factory next door
to your event yesterday.

Come on, Haley.
You're her Chief of Staff.

You need to be
looking out for her.

It's pretty
thin, Sandra,

and I hate to remind you,
but you're not a cop anymore.

Oh, all right.

Well, I hate to remind you

that I know about
the senator's trip to
Park City last year

when she was
supposed to be at...
Blackmail?

Really?
Mmm-hmm.

Her life could
be in danger.

Can you give me
a name of the suspect,

a description, anything?

Right now, the killer
could be anyone.

That's our MO, but we...

Find me a suspect,
I'll reconsider.

All right.

Sandra struck out with
the senator's people.

They didn't think
it was a credible threat.

What do you got there?

Nothing. I'm going over
security footage from the
Ardmore building today.

If your theory is right

and Wythe activated a killer
to go after the senator, well,

I thought if I go
through the footage,
I might see something

that'll be useful when we're
at the event later today.

Yeah, you really
think it's a good idea
for you to go to the event?

I mean, with
everything going on,

your connection to Eli...

Al...

Back off.

I'm quite capable
of doing my job.
You know me.

Okay.

Shit.

Come on. No, don't.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Look...

I know you're under
a lot of stress.

Al, I have to tell
you something.
I have...

Hello?

MAN: Six in a row.
Way to go.

Got it. Thanks.

What was that?

Personal.

You know, you're right.

I don't think I should be
at the senator's event today.

Okay.

You were gonna
tell me something?

No.

I need a minute.

I got unis posted in every
building near the event,

doubled up Senator Glass's
security presence.

I'm heading down there.

Let me know
if you find anything on
Fenton or Wythe.

You got it, boss.

Where'd Carrie go?

JAY LEE: She was just
there a few minutes ago.

Holy shit.

Zone six is clear.
Hey.

Hey, restricted area.

Oh, not for me,
Officer Sanford.

Okay, Detective.
Yeah, thanks.

Anything to report?
OFFICER: No, it's quiet.

Get an ID
on the shooter yet?

Nothing.

CARRIE:
Zone six is clear.

Where's zone six?

In the power plant.

AL:
Carrie, you there? Come in.

Carrie?

Hey, I already
checked in there.

It's clear.
Check the north side
of the building.

Carrie, drop the gun.

It's me, Al.

Don't do this.

Six in a row.
Way to go.

No! No!
Listen to me.

Listen. Listen, Carrie!
No!

You were never
at a carnival.

That memory
is not real.

They planted it
in your mind.

I need you to
remember what's real.

You can do it.

I know you can.

You're stronger than
whatever they did to you.

Come back.
Come back to me.

Six in a row.
Way to go!

Six... six...
six in a row.
Way to go!

Come back.

WYTHE:
By rewiring their brains

through a combination
of hypnosis, drugs,

and shock therapy,

I've been able
to force these people
to remember things

that they've never
even experienced

and even more importantly,
do whatever I like.

Aah!

Six in a row.
Way to go!

Do they know
what's happening right now?
Are we safe?

Well, I've conditioned
them to believe

that they're spending
their evening at a carnival.

They will have no recollection
whatsoever of anything
that goes on here tonight.

You're certain?

We'll go down
if one of them
remembers this.

I'm certain,
and if they do,
we can make more.

In a few hours, I will release
them back to their lives

blissfully unaware
that they have been
weaponized here tonight.

When we have a mission,

I will call one
of them back,

upload the target,
and activate them
with a simple phone call.

Why these people?

Well, you tell me, Fenton.

What do security guards,
and lawyers,

stadium workers,
police officers,

federal agents,
journalists,

what do they all
have in common?

Trust and familiarity.

Nobody will suspect them.

Exactly.

Take this beauty,

Carrie Wells,
former detective.

She has a perfect memory.

Now...

Imagine the possibilities
of a memory capacity so large.

Drugging people
is one thing.

Controlling them
is quite another.

Perhaps you need
a further demonstration.

Six in a row.
Way to go!

Carrie,

There's a weapon
on the table behind you.

Would you kill this man,
Brian Fenton?

Call her off, Wythe.

Call her off!

Thank you, Carrie.

Have a seat.

The perfect killer,

stripped of
conscience and morality.

We will build an
army so secret

that not even the soldiers
will know they've enlisted.

Oh...

Oh, my God.

The senator, did I...
No, no, no.

You figured it out first.

Thank God.
How did you find me?

I followed you.

How did you...
I know my girl.

The second you
got that phone call,

I knew something
was wrong.

You didn't look
like you anymore.

You're back.

MAN:
Lieutenant Burns,
do you copy?

This is Lieutenant Burns.

The power
plant is clear.

You can stand down.

All right,
let's get out of here.

You know, we're still
gonna have to track down
Wythe and Fenton.

You gonna be up for it?

CARRIE: Is the Pope Catholic?

Had I known you were
susceptible to mind control,

I would have
tried it years ago.

Oh, yeah?
Would you use it for
good or for evil?

Ah...define evil.

Hey, Al?
Hmm?

I'm sorry.

When I said I didn't
need you to protect me, I...

I was just, I...

I do need you.
I do.

I need you
all the time.

The day you walked
back into my life

Technically, you walked
back into mine,

my little
apartment in Queens.

5:00 am, you were
pounding on the door,
boom, boom, boom.

It was a gentle knock.

And I said, "Hey, you
don't have to break it down.
I hear you."

Nice to see you too.

I love you.

What?

Yeah, I know.

It scares you.

I don't care.

It's the truth.

I love you.

Always have, always will.

Wow, that's, um...

You know, I never thought
I would be brave enough
to go down this path again

or admit this, but I...

Al?

Al! Al?

Al, look at me!
Al, I need you!
Stay awake.

Okay, just...no!
Keep your eyes open!

Al, no, come on.
Come on!

Al! Get me an ambulance!

Al? Stay awake.
Stay awake.

No, no, no, no, no.

Al, no, come on.

Oh, my God.