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(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)

(DOGS BARK)

(POLICE SPEAK FRENCH OVER RADIO)

(OFFICER SHOUTS IN FRENCH)

(SUSPECT SPEAKS FRENCH)

Don't shoot! Don't shoot.
I'm not armed.

- (SPEAKS FRENCH)
- (DOGS BARK)

I need you to shave a week off that.
Yeah, all right.

- Gentlemen.
- MAN: We have to talk.

The Canadians.
Their kid got snagged at the border.

- What, the courier?
- Cedric. He's all over the news.

Jesus. How the fuck did that happen?

We don't know
how the fuck that happened,

but apparently there's a great amount
of anxiety bouncing around now.

- Where are they holding the kid?
- Montreal Detention Center.

Maybe I know someone inside there.

Should this Cedric
get an itch to name names...

No, he's not gonna name
any fucking names.

Good, because that would be
unpleasant for everyone.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(HORN HONKS)

- What the fuck?
- What?

- I've been in there half an hour.
- There was traffic.

- Did you recycle the Conway off-ramp?
- Yeah. Are you getting paranoid again?

Don't start with that paranoid shit.

- Jesus, sorry, OK?
- Drive better.

I'll do my level best.

I'll be back in an hour.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Your sister's in the TV room.
- Thanks.

(WOMAN CHATTING IN ON TV)

MAN: Hey, small fry.

Doctor said you got 19 days.

I'm almost finished with my deal,

and I figure when we're done,
we can go for a drive up to the lake.

We can have breakfast.

I mean, fuck, we could even bring Mom.

What do you think?

- MAN: She's taking methadone?
- WOMAN: Yes.

MAN: Anything else?

WOMAN: Mild sedatives.
She was violent.

And there's some hearing loss,
about 40 percent in her right ear.

Hopefully it'll stop.

- Why's that happening?
- We don't know. We see it sometimes.

We think the opiates
damage the nerves in the ear canals.

I'm Claire. I'm an addict.

Drug of choice, oxy. Um...

I heard Ron talking
about doctor shopping

and it brought back some nice memories.

Not as good as the memory
of this one time

when I really needed a fix

and my doctor wouldn't write me
any scripts anymore, and, uh...

I still had the cast
from my original accident,

so I put my wrist
in the car door and I...

So I could, you know, get a script.

I have an amazing 16-year-old son

and I can't even sit through
a hockey game without...

without thinking about it.

I would like to be
a better person for him,

and I am working on that every day.

CLAIRE: Did you bring the slip?

- I did.
- Come here.

- How are you?
- How was school?

- Pretty good.
- Good.

Thank you.

All right, um, your aunt's
coming over for dinner tonight,

so on your way home from practice,
can you please stop by the store

and pick up some tortillas?
I'm gonna make fajitas tonight.

- Oh, you're cooking?
- Are you teasing?

You say you're ordering a pizza?

- What did you say?
- (LAUGHS)

- SON: I'll get 'em.
- Thank you.

- SON: Love you.
- I love you.

MAN: With our product, Klaralon,
we never cross

the blood-brain barrier,

so we block the receptors
from the reinforcement mechanism

and this greatly diminishes
the possibility of addiction.

A patient takes one dose twice a day

and the incidence of addictive behavior

is less than a quarter
that of oxycodone.

Klaralon will be the first
truly non-addictive painkiller.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the holy grail.

So, let's drink from the cup.

(WHOOPING)

MAN: And what's been forgotten today

in our rush to judgment

is that in the field of observation,

chance favors the prepared mind.

Now, who said that?

Uh...

Alexandra.

- Louis Pasteur.
- Louis Pasteur.

He said that. Yes, indeed.
And he lived it for 30 years.

He worked in pursuit of a singular goal.

Now, many will tell you

that anyone who works for 30 years
on anything without results is insane.

But isn't the very definition
of insanity here

just another word for focus?

Because without us crazies, I mean,
where would the world be?

- (LAUGHTER)
- OK, what is next?

No, I understand that, Bill.

I just wanna double-check our results
here for you, make sure nothing is off.

I'm sure your work is good as usual,

but, you know,
we're really getting behind here.

Just bear with me.

Everything'll be fine.

Look, we've given you a lot of business
over the years, Tyrone,

and you always come through,

but if you want me
to call David Nunes at UCLA

and ask him to pick up
some testing work...

No, no, no, there's no need for that.
I promise, Bill, it will be ready.

- Hey, Reeva.
- Hey.

Did you get the results
from the Northlight study?

Yeah, I'm sorry, Doctor.
I'm just double-checking them.

They should be ready by tonight.

- Is everything all right with it?
- Yeah.

- Well, I'll know shortly.
- OK.

Well, let me know as soon as it's done.

MAN: Now, new GS is up from Washington,
name of Garrett.

She wants a full report.

So, what, you couldn't
explain it to her?

I could, but she wanted
the agent in charge.

That's you, isn't it?

- What's happening, fellas?
- How you living, Slim?

Ah, I can't complain.

What's the deal? You know anyone
who's worked with her before?

Yeah, me, actually,
back when I was in Virginia.

You did? Doing what?

Well, she was a field agent
before she became a supervisor.

Field agent? I thought
you've always been a desk jockey.

I guess there's things you don't know
about me after all, Mr. Kelly.

MAN: Yeah, thank God.
Let's keep it that way.

The operation itself
is pretty straightforward.

- We just set up our own pill mill.
- That's where the oxy gets distributed?

Uh, almost. No, that's where
we hire the corrupt doctors.

These doctors are really strung out.
They're on their last legs.

The patients come in and the doctors
write them a prescription

for oxy whether they need it or not.

(PHONE RINGS)

Where are these patients coming from?

- Cappers.
- Those are your recruiters?

Uh, yes, ma'am. Like one source
we're developing named Red.

He goes to homeless shelters
and recruits people

to come to our clinic
and pays 'em $100 a visit.

Listen, you wanna make some dough?

Hell, yeah. What you need, bro?

He tries to find people
with Medicare cards

and then brings them to us,
one vanload at a time.

Patients can even show a dog x-ray
and walk out with pills.

Looks like you're in bad pain.
You good with oxy 80s?

And, uh, 30 Somas too, right?

WOMAN: And what about your partners?
The Armenians?

MAN: Yeah, Armen Metosyan
and Minas Sagamoniyan.

They're AP13. It's a loose collection
of Armenian power gangsters.

Are we selling drugs?

Uh, no, ma'am. No.

The homeless get the pills
at the pharmacies

and then we buy them back
from them right then and there.

- So why open up your own mill?
- To buy credibility.

The only way Jake could get close enough
to the Armenians to build trust

was to show cash flow,

and it took a year
of undercover work to get this far.

WOMAN: So 600K of taxpayer money,

you have corrupt doctors, cappers,
and some Armenians.

Why not make a bust?

MAN: Because it's not about oxy anymore.

The new killer is fentanyl.

And as everyone in this room
already knows,

it's a hundred times
more potent than heroin.

And it's being shipped
from a syndicate in China to Canada,

and then smuggled into America
across the wide-open border.

The Armenians control most
of the coastal city oxy distribution.

Now they want to control fentanyl.

If Jake can bring the Armenians
and the Canadians together,

we can take everybody down.

(♪ "LOVE IS BREAKING OUT ALL OVER"
BY THE MANHATTANS)

- BOY: Hello?
- Hi, Sam.

- It's David's mom, Claire.
- Oh, hi, Ms. Reimann.

- Yeah, have you seen David?
- No. I didn't go to practice today.

He's not home yet and I don't know.

- Did you try the coach?
- No, I'll do that.

- Yeah, I'll do that.
- OK.

- OK, thank you.
- Bye.

What about the foundation grant?

Oh, trust me,
you'd be the first to know.

(LAUGHTER)

Well, learning to live with cutbacks;
I suppose there's an art in that.

- So I guess that raise is out, then.
- Nobody is getting a raise.

Well, maybe you are when you come back
this fall from maternity leave.

I thought you were gonna
spend time with the baby.

It's hard for three
to live off love, right?

Geoff's helping a little.
Hopefully he'll help a lot.

More wine, please.

(PHONE RINGS)

What kind of artist
would you wanna be then?

- Hey, Reeva.
- Hi, Doctor. Are you still at dinner?

Yeah.

I finished the study,
but there's something concerning me.

- Well, what exactly?
- I'd rather discuss it in person.

(EXHALES) Yeah... Can it wait?

Not really. Can you come to the lab?

- What, now?
- I think it'd be best.

Hmm... Yeah.

Yeah, OK. All right, I'm on my way.

WOMAN: And I said to the client,
"The most important choice

that you're going to make to define
your brand is the typography."

And the client looks at the team...

- (PHONE BUZZES)
- ...and says to us...

Coach Vogel.
Hi. Thank you for calling me back.

Yes, Ms. Reimann. Yeah, David,
he was at practice today.

He left at around 5:00, said he had
to stop by the store on his way home.

OK. Um... and that was
the last you heard from him?

Yes, ma'am.
I'm sure he'll be there soon.

Thank you.

- What?
- I'm going by the store.

OK, I'll come.

- Would he have gone to a friend's?
- No. I mean, I don't know.

- Well, what's he up to these days?
- Same thing. Sports.

- Anything else?
- Like what?

- I don't know.
- What are you suggesting?

- I'm not saying anything.
- He's a good kid, all right?

- WOMAN: Maybe he has a girlfriend.
- No. He would have told me.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Garrett said it's time
to make some busts.

The President wants a political win
and this could be it.

- So, what, she can't wait at all?
- She'll pay for two more weeks.

Could you connect the Canadians
and the Armenians by then?

And find the fentanyl labs

and take everyone down
dead to rights with no support?

It's either that or they scuttle it.

She even wanted the Chinese connection,
but I told her we'd be chasing ghosts.

Two weeks? Um...

Yeah. Yeah. I can make that work.

I gotta get up there.

- OK, walk me out.
- Yeah.

What happened with that kid
at the border, Cedric?

What the fuck was that?

RCMP must have got onto him somehow.

Yeah, how? We're the only ones
who knew about the run.

Maybe they have a leak somewhere.
They're not saying much.

We've worked too hard
to let a bunch of Mounties fuck this up.

Where are they keeping the kid, anyway?

They're moving him to WITSEC.

He's gonna testify he was smuggling
on behalf of the Montreal syndicate,

and that means Mother.

Fuck. That means
it's only a matter of time

before Mother gets to him
and anyone else who knew about this.

Yeah, Jake,
you really think this is realistic?

I mean, the Montreal piece.

You're right, you don't have
a deep rep with Mother.

Maybe it's dangerous
to press a big sale now.

Yeah, well,
what fucking choice do we have?

CLERK: I... I don't know.

CLAIRE:
Seriously, we need to find him.

So many people come through here.

Yeah, so somebody
had to have seen him, right?

- Ma'am, I don't know.
- I know you don't know.

- But somebody knows!
- Claire.

- What?
- You've gotta calm down.

- No, I'm not gonna calm down.
- Is everything all right here?

No, everything's not all right.

I'm... I'm looking for my son.

We wanna help. We're gonna find him.

Thank you. Thank you.

Sorry. I didn't... Sorry.

(DOOR OPENS)

OK. This is sugar water.

And where's the drug?

This is 1-8-2 over here.

Yeah.

I guess Northlight hasn't quite cracked
that blood-brain issue yet, huh?

Well, they'll be disappointed, but...

Doctor, you asked us to use
Klaralon as a baseline.

Yeah, yeah. It's a good control.

Well, we did, and we ran it
for ten days as well.

Uh, I don't understand.

You... You ran 1-8-2 twice?

No, Doctor. This isn't 1-8-2.

We gave these mice Klaralon.

This is Klaralon at day ten.

What the hell is going on?

We were contracted
to do a seven-day study,

and I elected to use
our standard ten-day protocol

to yield a more informative result.

Now, everything was fine
throughout the seventh day,

but on day eight, you can see
what started happening.

The mice keep seeking the drug.

They stay only
in the drug-dispensing area.

- Until they die.
- Exactly.

You can see from the fMRl scans

that all the addiction centers
in their brains are lighting up.

And then by day ten, they're dead.

That goes for P-1-8-2 and Klaralon.

This can't be right.

Apart from the extra days of experiment,
everything ran according to protocol.

Well, then run it again.

We can't afford to deliver
an unprofessional result.

I'm sorry, unprofessional?

Northlight is already into the final
stage of human trials with Klaralon.

We're just looking
into the new formulation.

There's no way Klaralon is this toxic.
It's about to be approved by the FDA!

- We followed the protocol exactly.
- Then recheck it.

Everything. The...

The drug, the mice,
even the damn cages.

Contract research
covers all our funding.

If word gets out that we
don't know what we're doing,

we're... we're done, we're finished.

REEVA: Of course, Doctor.

We ran a standard replicate study
and it'll be with you first thing.

Great. And call me as soon as.

There. That's... That's him right there.

MANAGER: That's 5:21 p.m.

Looks like he bought some tortillas,
hot sauce, paid cash.

Yeah.

Can you follow him outside?

He exited through the south door,

got on his bike, looks like, and then...

- And then what?
- MANAGER: I'm afraid that's it.

There's only one camera
on that side of the building.

(PHONE BUZZES)

Hello?

That's fine.

- What's fine?
- We'll come now. Let's go.

- They just, um...
- What?

POLICE RADIO: Unit 26, this is Central.
2-11 in progress on the corner of...

What is it? What's going on?

- Are you Ms. Reimann?
- Please tell me what's going on.

I'm afraid there's been an accident.

- Your son, David.
- Yeah.

He's gone, ma'am.

What?

What do you mean...?

He's gone where?

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

JAKE: Mother.

MOTHER: Wanna drink something?
Want a beer?

Labatt?

Sure.

(MOTHER SPEAKS FRENCH)

- Thanks. I wanted to talk to you...
- Wait for the beer. Correc'?

The way I see it,
the question before us is why?

Why was the boy stopped at the border?

And the logical answer is,
someone knew he was crossing.

Now, who knew that?
Your people knew that.

My guys wouldn't talk.

Well, somebody had to tip this off.

It's an unpatrolled stretch
of our southern border.

Can't be caught without informant.

But, Mother, my associates,
and you've met them, they're Armenian.

They would rather die
than talk to the police.

Look, Jake, I like you.

You've been a good customer,
buying a little batch here, there.

But this larger plan now seems
to be beyond your capabilities.

These boys, they worked well for us
until we delivered to you.

Now we have a bust.

And who knows
how many they're pressuring?

OK, I agree, things haven't
necessarily gone smoothly so far.

MAN: Smooth?

Are you stupid or what?

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Maybe for now, you keep your head down,
focus on what you know.

Couriers aren't the only way.

My guys run trucks
through the entire United States.

So you take the product to a warehouse,
you package it as vitamins.

Then they come in their trucks
and pick it up.

Well, tell me.

What's gonna happen
when they get to customs?

NAFTA.

You take it to a foreign trade zone
where the police can't do inspections,

only customs agents can,

and they're not gonna open
every single bottle of sealed vitamins.

Before we trust,
as your President Reagan used to say,

we must verify.

We must learn why it did happen.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

We're gonna talk to our guy at customs.

It's right there.

- You're sure?
- Yeah.

(GASPS)

Oh, God.

MAN: We won't have toxicology
for a few days,

but a paramedic in the alley
said it was an overdose. Oxycodone.

What?

MAN: He was foaming at the mouth
when they arrived.

They tried Narcan to revive him,
but it was too late.

Were you aware of any issues
with your son?

CLAIRE: Like what?

- MAN: Drug issues.
- No.

- Absolutely not.
- Any idea where he would get pills?

Uh, my, my sister
had an accident a while ago.

- Sue.
- There were some painkillers lying...

- Sue!
- There were painkillers around.

Those pills have been gone for months.

MAN:
Sometimes children steal these pills.

CLAIRE: David wasn't doing drugs.
I would have known.

MAN: I understand.

Is it a single-parent household?

CLAIRE: What are you getting at?
Just come out and say it to me.

Otherwise, what are you
gonna do about it?

We're gonna continue
to monitor the situation.

- And?
- And see if anything comes up.

- What does that mean?
- SUE: Claire.

No, what the fuck does that mean,
see if anything comes up?

Are you out there looking?

I'm sorry. I love you so much.

MAN: Right now, the department is
treating this as an accidental death.

Accidental?
You don't even know what happened.

Ms. Reimann, we have 40 overdoses
this week, here in Detroit alone.

That's more than homicides.

This isn't anything against your son.
It's a terrible drug. I'm sorry.

We have his belongings for you.

We just need you to sign for 'em.

REEVA: So this is the replicate study
I brought in,

and it shows exactly the same result.

Biological explanation?

We'd need a mass spec to see
how the liver's metabolizing,

not to mention
many more basic experiments.

We're talking six months
of work at least.

Hmm. That's not gonna fly
with Northlight. (SIGHS)

Something in the drug
is crossing the blood-brain barrier

and hitting the reward centers, but...

Klaralon is supposed to reduce
dependence, not increase it threefold.

How could they not have caught this?

Well, write up your findings.

We should get this over
to Northlight right away.

How did the border agents
know to stop the boy?

You tell me.

You're supposed to be our ears
of the patrols.

- I heard rumors.
- What?

Someone's talking, in your house.

(DRIVER SNORTS) That's ridiculous.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)
It's true. There's a list.

What list?

- And who are you?
- Never mind that.

- Answer the fucking question.
- Whoa, relax.

You know a guy named Davison?

The cop that was disgraced,
facing corruption charges?

- DRIVER: Yeah.
- When Internal Affairs got onto him,

they heard about a list
he kept at the Major Crimes Bureau,

over 200 names on it.

Every informant from every crew
he ever worked with.

I bet that on that list
is your informant.

- Where's the list now?
- MAN: I heard he's trying to sell it.

- Where?
- I'm just a custom inspector.

- Can't you find him?
- All right, get out.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

- Get the fuck out!
- (SPEAKS FRENCH)

DRIVER: See, I told you. He's garbage.

We gotta find that list.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE BUZZES)

(BUZZING STOPS)

Hi. This is Dr. Meg Holmes.
Please leave a message.

So, in recognition of that great bounty,

our foundation is pleased
to announce tonight

a five-year $30-million commitment

to the building
of this new contemporary art wing.

Once FDA approves, we will bring
Klaralon to market in six months.

And in the spirit of gift giving
you demonstrated tonight,

here on page three
are the sales projections.

Well, those are... Wow.

Physician response is, it's tremendous.

When our dad built Northlight,

his dream was not just to make money,
it was to make the world a better place.

An addiction-free painkiller
was always his goal, and you found it.

You've done our family proud, Meg.

It was only possible through
your support, gentlemen.

I'm pleased we were able
to deliver for you.

- (PHONE BUZZES)
- Will you excuse me?

- Of course.
- Sure.

- Hello?
- Meg? It's Bill. We've got an issue.

MEG: How long has he been a resource?

Eight years. He's always stamped
whatever we put in front of him.

So where'd this come from?

A mistake, apparently.

As you can see, he ran the study twice
with the same results.

I've been saying
we'd take it under advisement.

But now Tyrone's recommending
we share his data

with a panel of scientists
and present it at a conference

for further study?
I thought you were on top of this.

How do you wanna handle it?

MOTHER: Davison.

Apparently he's in a motel downtown
trying to make a sale of the list.

- Two hundred K.
- So what's the move?

I arranged a meet.

You guys go down there,
Motel Arlequin. Room 206.

If the list is good, you buy it.

- For 200K?
- I front the money.

We can turn it around
to the other crews, make a profit too.

Or you can use the list
to eliminate your competition.

See, I told you he's smart.

You could learn something
from this man.

Allons-y.

(SNIFFS)

I'll be by your hotel tomorrow.

Google's made it more difficult

for some phones
with two-factor authentication.

Can you unlock it?

This'll brute-force some codes
by overriding the lockout.

It might take a minute.

OK, let's see.

Bingo. You're lucky.
It was a four-digit code.

3-9-5-9.

Thanks, Ted.

BILL: It's not that
we don't appreciate it.

Northlight just has
a lot of studies to look at.

TYRONE: Is there something
wrong with our work?

BILL: No, no, your work is excellent.

And that's why they authorized me
to award you a grant of $780,000

for continued funding
of your other research.

Wow.

This is very generous of you, Bill.
It would mean a lot to the lab.

If you'll just sign
these modification papers,

we can process the grant
as part of the new setup.

Should be able to get
your funds within a week.

TYRONE: All right. Um...

Let me look over these
and I'll get back to you.

It's pretty standard stuff.

Just wanna get you up and running
quickly, get this thing moving.

Yeah, yeah, um...

I'll have them read by the morning.
Fair enough?

Yeah. Yeah. You bet.

Wow, this is amazing. Thank you, Bill.

Thank you.

- Good to see you, Bill.
- Tomorrow.

Oh, yeah, for sure.

What's this guy's deal?

DRIVER: Never mind that.
He's a piece of shit.

All right.

Looks like being an informant
doesn't pay what it used to.

- 206?
- 206.

Fuck!

How much do you want to bet the list
was on the fucking laptop?

Let's get the hell out of here.

(SNIFFS)

- Who took the list?
- How the fuck would we know that?

Fuck!

OK. What do we do now?

Nothing. The deal goes down as planned.

No. No way. It's too risky.

Look, the Armenians can be trusted.

I don't know.

- We should just wait and see if...
- They want three million.

- Street value?
- No. Raw fentanyl, at your price.

Still, the timing feels wrong.

Look, I'll guarantee the cash,
right to the switch point.

And you have no distribution exposure,
and even if there is a snitch,

as long as it's kept between Mother,
you and me, no one'll find out about it.

Fuck, I'll think it over.

You'd better hurry,
cos we can buy elsewhere.

Ah, fuck. Just drive the fucking car.

MAN: After you hired me,
I read the police report.

It said that your son died
from an overdose of oxycodone,

80-milligram pills,

ingested and inhaled.

Yeah, I know. I read the report.

Well, here's the thing.
There's no smoke in his lungs.

No smoke.

And from the pink condition
of his lungs,

I'd say he didn't smoke ever.

Further, there's severe bruising
on the back of his head.

CLAIRE: What are you saying?

MAN: Either your son
took ten 80-milligram oxys

on his first try this night
on his way home...

Or someone hit him over the head
and forced him to swallow them?

Is that...?

- How could the cops miss that?
- Cops miss a lot of things.

I know. I used to be one.

How did he die?

As I said, the indication...

No, I mean...

how?

What was it like for him?

MAN: Do you really wanna know?

I need to know.

And with that, I bid you, go forth
and bring me a breakthrough.

Bonne chance!

Hey, Geoff.
You have fun the other night?

I did.

Now, honestly, did I overcook the fish?

Honestly, I thought it was chicken.

What's up?

Well, I heard about
this situation with Northlight.

The pharmaceutical study.

One of the trustees
knows somebody on their board.

Yeah?

Well, as you know,
I'm not a big fan of these arrangements.

Well, we've never had a problem before.

Well, no, but I have.

You know, the situation
is not unique to you, Ty.

I got a lot of teachers that pay
their rent with these corporate studies,

which means I'm often asked
to look the other way

in the inherent conflicts.

Added to which, Northlight is
one of the school's major donors.

That's not fair and you know it.

I'm not trying to make waves, Geoff.

Then you can see why we don't wanna
make a federal case out of this thing.

I understand they want you
to sign something.

- Have you read it?
- I've read enough of it.

Then you'll know that they want me
to sign a statement

saying we made significant errors,
that we cannot be relied upon,

which is as bizarre a request
as I have ever seen.

Who cares if it's bizarre?
It's a confidential agreement.

We have been a good source
for them for eight years,

and the one time, the one time
that my results contradict theirs,

all of a sudden they want a...
an expanded confidentiality agreement?

Geoff, you know what this is about.

No, we're not jumping
to any conclusions here, OK?

Our job is to be educators,
not to... grapple with big pharma.

Let's just think about signing
what it is they want

and we can be done with this.

Hey, it's Simon.
Please leave a message.

(HOUSE MUSIC)

Hey!

- Hey!
- Hey. What do you want?

I'm, uh... I'm David's mother.

- David Reimann.
- Yeah, I know.

So, then why did you walk away from me?

I don't know.

On his phone there was a bunch
of missed calls from you.

What did you want?

- We were friends.
- No. You weren't my son's friend.

If you were,
I would have known your name.

- Simon, are you OK?
- Yeah.

- He's fine.
- Why don't you leave him alone?

Come with me.

Look, we hung out a couple of times.
It wasn't a big deal.

Then what did you want with him?

I mean, I wasn't his friend exactly.
Um, Cedric was.

Cedric Beauville? From the hockey camp?

You went to Montrose?

Yeah, all I know is Cedric needed him
and he told me to find him.

Wait. Where can I find Cedric?

- You didn't hear?
- What?

- It was on the news.
- What?

Look, I really don't know anything.

I only ran for them once.
It wasn't a big deal.

You ran drugs?

Come with me.

All right, all right, look, look,
it was Derrick up in Montreal.

He runs a lot of oxy there.
Please don't tell him I said anything.

MAN: Nobody's heard anything
from the Armenians on the wires.

If you don't get them to buy from
Mother soon, it's all gonna fall apart.

I really think you gotta get back here.

- OK, I'm on my way back.
- Jake, we're running out of time.

Yeah. I said I'm on my way.
I'll be there when I'm there.

(LINE RINGS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Oui.

Just spoke to my guys.
They're good to go. Are we on?

Yeah, we're on.

But one thing. You come alone.

What, and carry
everything out on my back?

No. My guys bring in trucks.

- After you pay.
- No way.

All right, then, forget it.

JAKE: OK, I'm bringing
a million as a deposit,

but I wanna see the goods.

After that, my guys come in
and they bring the rest.

That's it. Yes or no?

- Yes.
- Good.

But I'm coming with big money,
so I wanna see your operation first.

I need to know that you can actually
step up and handle this.

MAN: I'll talk to Mother.

ARMEN: Look, it's just bad.

Now the feds are tracking prescriptions.

The smart move is walk away.

Yeah, that's why we're walking away
from the pill-mill business

and getting into fentanyl.

- Mother's ready.
- ARMEN: Too much heat.

For all we know,
we're under surveillance right now.

- Look, if we pussy out now...
- MINAS: Pussy out?

Not a very sophisticated way
to look at it.

Maybe we should listen
to Armen and walk.

On the other hand, the demand is high
and the junkies are fiends for this.

Maybe it's worth the risk.

If we go a million apiece,
we can turn three million into 30.

I don't have a million.

Fucking Maserati Minas over there does.
He's rich.

Borrow some from him.

What a brave fellow you are, Jake.

We'll let you know tomorrow.

RCMPs say they've arrested
Cedric Beauville.

The 18-year-old was crossing

this snowy unpatrolled stretch
of the border wearing camouflage.

Authorities say he set off the alarm
at the Saint-Armand crossing,

where he was caught with over half
a million dollars of fentanyl pills.

The pills are a public health menace

and are popular
among younger drug users.

Beauville is being held
at the federal detention center

in Montreal, Quebec.

So you weren't contracted to work
with Klaralon. How'd you get it?

I don't follow.

The drug Klaralon.
It's not on market yet.

- How did you get it?
- From the chemistry department.

I asked them to make me some.

Based on the patent literature,

you had our chemistry department
synthesize it for you?

Yeah, we do it all the time, Geoff.
You know that.

And now based on your results,

you want Northlight
to pull their billion-dollar drug,

a drug that's just about
to hit the market,

off the market for some further testing.

The results show covalent bonds...

Chris, talk to him about liability.

Yeah. The original agreement
that you signed eight years ago

already contained
a confidentiality provision.

You still can't share
your findings with anyone.

Well, that's insane.
This is a public health issue.

Damn it, Tyrone,
we don't know that at all.

Just so you know, Northlight
spoke to a number of your clients

and they also had
strange results from your labs.

What clients?

When pressed further,
many had significant questions

about your testing methodology.

If people are accusing me
of being unprofessional,

I have a right to know.

If you leak Northlight's data,
the university can be liable.

And we're talking about Northlight,

a multibillion-dollar manufacturer
from three generations

of one of the richest families
on the planet.

A family that has done
a lot of good in the world.

Oh, have they?
If we knew about oxycodone then

and could have spoken, look at all
the harm we could have prevented,

the lives we could have saved.

If you take it upon yourself to publish
Northlight's proprietary data...

Dr. Brower, you could even be liable
for criminal charges.

A crime?

For telling the truth?

- I don't believe it.
- Believe it.

Tyrone, you know I respect you,

but I need you to promise that you
won't share this data with anyone.

Tenure's not forever, you know.

Neither is your reputation.

What is that supposed to mean?

You bring shame upon this university,

it can cost you a hell of a lot more
than your teaching job.

(LINE RINGS)

MAN: You have reached the
Gratiot Police Department after hours.

If you have the extension of the party
you would like to reach...

MAN: This is always the way.

First it was tobacco.
Then it was oxy.

Now it's your turn.
Dangerous territory.

TYRONE: Well, if this carries over
to the human trials,

not only is this painkiller
not non-addictive,

it's three times
more addictive than oxy.

They're in the final stages
of their FDA submission.

If your report became public,
they'd have to withdraw

their request for approval.

All for some mice that are outside
the scope of the agreed protocol?

And nobody cares.

I could always take it somewhere.

- MAN: Where?
- TYRONE: How about the FDA?

MAN: Tyrone, this is not something
you wanna bring upon yourself lightly.

You've gotta have a plan.

TYRONE: A plan?

- For telling the truth?
- Don't be naive.

Sometimes that's not enough.

And we've both done
a lot of contract work.

Is this really the worst
you've ever seen?

The worst.

MAN: Then be careful.

Yeah, to a T.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

- I can't believe I'm doing this.
- But you'll approve it?

If you guys get the Armenians on board,
I can authorize a mil in flash money.

Yes.

But the op is gonna
have to be supervised.

We won't have advance notice
to get cameras in.

You can use
surveillance vans, can't you?

- JAKE: Absolutely. Yes.
- MAN: Yes.

All right. Stan, you willing
to go out in the field with him?

Yes.

OK, sign right there.

Anything happens
to that money, it's your asses.

- (PHONE BUZZES)
- Nothing's gonna happen to the money.

- Excuse me one second.
- Guaran-fucking-tee it.

- Hello?
- WOMAN: Hi. Is this Mr. Kelly?

- Yeah, this is him.
- I'm calling from Gables Treatment

to let you know that your sister
checked herself out.

What?

- Mom, how much did she get?
- Well, it looks like all of it, Jake.

- Are you gonna go to the pawn shops?
- Pawn shops were open hours ago.

I'm passing the buy spots now.
I'll call you when I get her.

Hey, Jake, man. What up, dawg?

Yo. No, you a'ight?

Where is she?

- JAKE: Is that it?
- MAN: Yeah.

How many people are in there with her?

I don't know, man.
I don't go in there. Come on.

Get the fuck out of here.

(LOUD MUSIC)

Oh, fuck.

Em. Emmie.

- Get your hands off me.
- It's OK. Come on.

- Come on.
- Hey.

- Come on, Emmie.
- Hey.

- What are you doing?
- Get your hands off me.

Hey.

Sit the fuck down.

- It's OK.
- Get your hands off me.

Get your fucking hands off me, Jake!

- It's OK.
- No!

- No!
- It's OK.

Get your fucking hands off me!

Get your hands off me now,
you're fucking...

Help!

Dr. Brower.
I'm Ben Walker, from the FDA.

May I sit?

TYRONE: Do you have some ID?

BEN: I'm glad you reached out.

Well, I read your report.

Who else knows about this?

Northlight, obviously. The university.
They're not happy with me.

- There's some things I need to ask you.
- Yeah, go ahead.

I understand there was an issue
of sexual harassment some years back

- with a student?
- Jesus!

You really have been checking up on me.

I was cleared.

- BEN: But what was it?
- It was nothing.

A remark I made one night in the lab
and it got blown out of proportion.

The tenure committee didn't think so.

- You were censured.
- I was cleared!

BEN: You've gotta prepare yourself.

- Will the FDA take action?
- I'm not gonna lie to you.

Science at this level
is often a matter of interpretation.

This is not interpretation.
This is data.

What I'm saying is, until now,
you've mainly been a validator,

taking the money
and letting the studies play themselves.

Well, that's pretty cynical. I like
to think I did a little more than that.

Through your own research, maybe,
but as far as your outside contracts...

Who the hell are you?

Just some bureaucrat
with a plastic badge.

You're here because
I pressed the button.

And you wanna ridicule me.

They're gonna come after you.
They'll say you're a drunk.

I'm not a drunk.

And a bad scientist. Undistinguished.
Whatever they can think of.

But what you're doing now may be
the most important thing you ever do.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

JAKE: Come on, out.

Get off me. Don't fucking touch me.

Oh, you're taking me back to Mom now?
You gonna fucking tell on me?

Do you have any idea
what you're doing to Mom?

Mommy. Look...
Look what he did to me.

In the house.

- Jake, handcuffs?
- These really hurt.

JAKE: Mom, don't start.

Listen.

- You gonna relax?
- Yes.

- Can you behave?
- Yes.

Take it off, please.

Thank you.

- Fuck you! Fuck you!
- Fucking kidding me?

- God. What is wrong with you?
- It's my fucking life.

- JAKE: Give me your hands.
- You can't help me.

You think you can fucking
help me like this?

- Ow! You're hurting me!
- What the fuck is wrong with you?

- EMMIE: Fuck you!
- Why are you like this?

- What is wrong with you?
- You're a fucking disgrace!

Look what you just did to me.
You're a fucking disgrace. Mom!

I fucking hate you both!

- Mom. Mom.
- EMMIE: You hear me?

Mom. You leave her there
for two days, OK?

- Be strong.
- OK.

I love you.

I love you.

MAN: You said it was non-addictive.

It is. Brower's study is outside
the prescribing scope.

It's not apples to apples.

So, you're saying that if they take it
within the 30-day window prescribed,

they won't get addicted?

- Yeah, that's right.
- And if they take it longer than that?

Some patients might develop dependence.

But that's only if they abuse it
by taking it too long.

- MAN: Well, you have a plan?
- MEG: Discredit Brower.

We have already found things
from his past.

- What things?
- Indiscretions. They're in the dossier.

And remember, we have
successful human trials.

He's just holding up one animal study.
He'll quiet down.

I think it's time we got more involved.

(JET ENGINES REV)

(CAR STARTS)

Shit.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

Sorry?

May I help you?

CLAIRE: Oh.

No, uh...
I think I'm in the wrong place.

- Thank you.
- No, maybe you're at the right place.

(CHUCKLES) No.

- No?
- But thank you. Really. Sorry.

TYRONE: I see you've read the news.

REEVA: I know it's not true.

Oh, there's some truth to it.

I did ask her out.

It was before I met Madira.

It was after my divorce.

I was still drinking.
And she was a student.

And I shouldn't have.

REEVA: Doctor, I know you.

Whatever you think, I know you.

You've gotta stay strong.

Thank you.

Night.

Good night.

(PHONE RINGS)

- Yeah?
- Dr. Brower?

This is Jane Williams,
secretary to the tenure committee.

We're calling to inform you
that a meeting has been scheduled

and you need to be present.

I'll be there.

(♪ "DRIVER'S SEAT" BY SNIFF 'N' TEARS)

(BILLIARD BALLS CLICK)

You seem like a trustworthy man, Jake.

How does it go down?

It happens in a warehouse in Montreal.

I show up with my share, my million,
and I verify the product.

Once I do, I call you.
You come in with trucks.

You're going into the buy alone?

Mother's paranoid.
It's the only way he'd do it.

How do you know they won't just
beat your ass and take the money?

Well, I guess I don't.

Either big, brave balls on you, Jake,
or you're an idiot.

You just stay close.

Once I've verified
the merchandise, I'll call you.

Maybe you are an idiot.

You know what? Fuck you, Minas.

- I thought you had big balls.
- Careful.

We're in.

(PHONE BUZZES)

- Yeah?
- STAN: Your rental car is in slot D4.

It's untraceable.

Now, did you have a PI
run a VIN number

belonging to Guy Broussard?

No, course not. Why?

Someone in a Montreal precinct
checked the plate,

emailed owner records
to an outside cellphone.

It's registered to some
local private investigator.

You get the location?

Yeah. I'm tracking his phone now.
I'll send you a link.

All right.

I ran the VIN number.

That him?

Yeah.

His name is Guy Broussard.

He's the number two of the operation.
Works for a man called Mother.

- Mother?
- Yeah.

- That's his name?
- Real name is... Claude Veroche.

He owns a bar called La Marina.

CLAIRE: This is the man in charge?

MAN: He looks like
a respectable citizen, right?

My file tells a different story.

Been arrested for distribution,
manufacturing.

Did four years for manslaughter.

He's also been linked
to several unsolved homicides.

What about the other thing?

It's a ghost gun. It's untraceable.

Safety's on the trigger,
so if I were you...

I know how to shoot.

MAN: Good.

What are you planning to do exactly?

Thank you.

You can go now.

You be careful.

- STAN: Jake, what's up?
- Yeah, I got a plate for you.

Michigan plate 2-3-4-5-8-Q-V
Quebec Victor.

Run the ownership records.
Tell me what you find.

- Yeah, I'll do it right now.
- All right.

The owner is Claire Reimann,
an architect. Couple of arrests.

One for possession. One for DUI.

- Narcotics possession?
- Yeah.

Uh, hold on. There's something else.

Oh, her son just died.

OD'd on oxy.

- Jesus.
- Yeah.

She was making some noise
about wanting an investigation.

Was her son involved in anything?

Uh, don't know.
They think he was clean.

Well, what's his deal? Any interests?

A sports star looking at scholarships.

- Wait a minute. Winter sports?
- Jesus. Cedric.

Yeah. What do you wanna bet
they knew each other?

You know I didn't harass anybody.
That is all Northlight.

We can't have any contact
until the tenure hearing.

It's against the rules.

Dragging my name through the mud,
is that part of the rules?

Keep your voice down.

Come with me.

Your whole goddamn career,
you basically just took the money

and you, you,
you stamped it all through.

Isn't that about right?
And now you grow a conscience.

- People here like you.
- Except maybe you.

That is so unfair.

Don't you get what Northlight is doing?

This is the biggest public health crisis
since tobacco!

We can't just turn a blind eye!

We can't weather it.
We barely have enough funding to get by.

You understand that?

I'm responsible for thousands
of students and faculty.

Oh, Geoff,
this drug is gonna fucking kill people!

Just like oxy! Just like fentanyl!

- You don't know that!
- You don't see it.

You don't see it, this just doesn't
go back in the bottle.

We're a university. We're not the FDA.
It's not our responsibility.

Then whose is it?

Sign what it is they want.
Maybe you'll get your lab back.

Get your life back.

Don't throw it all away, Tyrone.

You're not gonna win this.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MACHINERY CLATTERS)

MOTHER: This is the mixer.

It blends a powder base
with the fentanyl.

This one takes the fentanyl powder
and presses it into pills.

This is the counter machine.

Pills go in, pills go out

and drop directly
into your vitamin bottle.

Street value is $30 per pill.

JAKE: That's impressive.

(COUGHS)

What's your situation now?

- My guys'll be here in three days.
- Good.

So now you've seen.

- Hmm.
- MOTHER: We're gonna be ready.

Oh, yeah.

And also, we took care
of that other problem.

- What problem?
- Cedric. The courier.

- Yeah?
- MOTHER: Yeah.

The son of a bitch is gone.

We also found out
who the informant was after all.

MAN: Oh, you did?

- MOTHER: Oui.
- MAN: Good, good.

Who was it?

Well... (CHUCKLES)

You knew all along it was you!

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

He killed Davison in the hotel room
before you got there.

He stole the laptop
because he knew his name was on it.

He was an RCMP snitch.

- H-How...
- I got him. Here.

We went to his house.
We find the laptop there.

But your name wasn't on it.

That was good news for you, my friend.

But now you know the stakes.

Anything happens, we can touch you
anywhere in the world,

no matter who you are.

So, are we still on?

Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, shit...

CLAIRE: Sit down now!

- DERRICK: Please don't shoot me.
- Did you have my son killed?

- DERRICK: Please don't shoot.
- Did you have my son killed?

- Who?
- David. David Reimann.

I told them he didn't know anything.

Just came along on one run.

- You had my son run drugs for you?
- DERRICK: No.

It wasn't like that.

- Then what was it like? Huh?
- DERRICK: We met at camp.

I asked him to come along
on a trip with some friends.

I hid the pills in David's bag.

He never even knew
what he was carrying.

So... then, why did they kill him?
Why not you?

I don't know! I didn't know
they were gonna kill anybody.

You didn't know
who was gonna kill anybody?

Mother.

Word is, after Cedric got busted,

he got completely paranoid
and started cutting loose ends.

I'm probably next.

Please don't shoot me.

Please.

Please.

(WATER RUNS)

(PHONE BUZZES)

- JAKE: Is it true?
- STAN: Is what true?

- Did they kill the kid? Cedric?
- I'm afraid so.

They found him foaming at the mouth
in his cell. Somebody got to his food.

- There's another kid dead here too.
- What kid?

Simon Gilcrest,
OD'd on oxy like the Reimann boy.

We don't have their link yet.
He was probably another courier.

We think they all went
to the same camp.

JAKE: Guy's dead too.

- What? How?
- Mother. Just now.

I was fucking standing
right next to him.

- I think we reconsider the meet.
- No.

Remember what happened when
Benny Alvarez messed with these guys?

They're still pulling pieces
of his body out of the river.

Do you think
I don't fucking know that? Huh?

You have any idea
what I just went through?

They're doing multiple homicides.

- You cannot walk into that buy alone.
- Mother said that...

Fuck Mother. Is he worth your life?

We can't quit.

We can't stop.

At least let me have some
advance warning to cover you, OK?

Even 40 minutes.

OK, yeah. I'll text you
the meet location as soon as I get it,

and you coordinate with RCMP,
but they can't fuck this up.

I'm on it.

OK. And be flexible.

The meet location
could change at any minute.

MADIRA: I went by the school today.

Why didn't you tell me
what was happening?

(TYRONE SIGHS)

I'm sorry. I, uh...

I tried to take care of it
and it got so much bigger.

I guess I overestimated myself.

But why didn't you share it with me?
Or did you think I couldn't handle it?

No, no.

I...

I didn't wanna worry you.

- I wanted to protect you.
- Come on.

We're in this together and...

and you have a responsibility.

Yeah, to our family.

To something larger than that.

If they let me go now,
under these circumstances,

I just can't turn around
and find another job.

I really don't know what to do.

MADIRA: We will manage.

We will.

We always do.

Yeah?

I'm sorry.

TYRONE: Um, Bill.

It's... Tyrone.

I've thought about your proposal.

Let's come to an arrangement.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello?

SUE: Claire, I've been trying
to call you.

Your car's not in the driveway.
Where are you?

I'm traveling.

Traveling? Where?

Listen, Sue,
I can't really talk right now, OK?

What are you doing, Claire?

- Sue.
- Claire.

- I know that this is hell.
- You know...

the doctor said it took...

four minutes for his heart to give out.

It took him four minutes
to stop breathing.

Four minutes.

His heart was constricting
in his chest,

like someone was strangling him
until he died.

Claire.

- I'm sorry.
- Claire. Claire.

WOMAN: Dr. Brower.

- Yes.
- How are you?

I'm Sarah, Dr. Simons's assistant.
Follow me, please.

Thank you.

- Did you find everything OK?
- Yeah, thanks.

It's quite a place, huh?

SARAH: Yeah.
I'm lucky to call it my office.

BILL: Tyrone.

TYRONE: Bill.

BILL: These are the execution copies.

And here is the grant check
for your lab.

It's made out to me.

I'm sure you can endorse it over
if that's what you want.

It's up to you.

Dr. Brower.

- I am Meg Holmes.
- Dr. Holmes.

The CEO.

I, uh, must be important.

Very important to us, and thanks
so much, so much for being here.

I'm glad we were able to come
to an agreement to support your work.

Support my work.

That's surprising.

I didn't know you'd taken
much interest in it before.

We only learned recently
how much good it can do.

Dr. Holmes, with respect,
may I ask you something?

Why ignore my data?

You read the report.
You know what happens.

Klaralon doesn't work.

Let's say it doesn't work. What then?

Then why make it?

Because it will work. It will. In time.

You're a scientist.
You can't sign your name to a lie.

It's not a lie.
It's a step on the path.

I am here operating in the real world,

and if Klaralon is even one percent
better than oxycodone,

then that's one percent
that can change the world.

You will never change
demand or behavior.

But you will fund continued research
through these products

and take a step closer to the ultimate
breakthrough that will come.

That's not my world.

Yeah, that's a cause.
I don't deal in causes.

- But somebody has to.
- I deal in science.

- I deal in truth.
- BILL: What precisely is that truth?

You think you get to make that decision,

along with all the collateral damage
it might bring with it?

What about the millions in pain
who need this drug

to ease their suffering
and use it legitimately?

Should they be denied care
because you say so?

MEG: You're holding up
one animal study,

one highly questionable study,

while even you yourself know
that 65 percent of these animal studies

don't translate to humans.

And for that, you want to destroy
a chance at real relief?

If that's not a cause,
I don't know what is.

I can't do it.

I won't do it.

Jake. No Labatt tonight?

No. Just whiskey.

MOTHER: Takes all kinds.

We all set for tomorrow?

Of course we are, what we said.

Good.

So where's the meet?

We still work out a safe place for you.
I'll tell you tomorrow. Correc'?

And you'll be there?

Cos I'll be there.

And I'm not handing all of my fucking
money to somebody I never met before.

What, you worry I set you up?
Is that it?

Or maybe you set me up.

It's a crazy business we choose.

Crazy.

MOTHER: I guess we'll find out tomorrow.

Of course I'll be there.

Wanna eat something?
We make a good steak here.

No. I'm going home. I'm going to bed.

Tomorrow.

JAKE: Excuse me, miss. Can I help you?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

(CLAIRE YELLS)

Ms. Reimann, whatever you're looking
for, you are not gonna find it in there.

CLAIRE: What?

I suggest that you go home.
Go all the way home.

How do you know who I am?

It doesn't matter.

All that matters is that
no one wants to see you dead.

Go home.

OK.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GASPS)

WOMAN:
In light of the evidence presented

and the university's zero-tolerance
position on sexual harassment,

the chair feels that we have no choice

but to recommend
that Dr. Brower's tenure be revoked

and that his employment
at the university be terminated,

effective immediately.

All those in favor?

Opposed?

The ayes have it.
This concludes our proceedings.

(PHONE BUZZES)

(OFFICER SPEAKS FRENCH
OVER RADIO)

(OFFICERS SPEAK FRENCH)

- What did you just say?
- I told him to move closer.

Where's Mother?

Don't worry about it.
You're dealing with us.

No. No Mother, no deal.

Jake!

Where are you going?

What is this, a joke?

(MOTHER SPEAKS FRENCH)

Come back here.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

- Is this everything?
- Hm-hmm.

- Do you mind?
- Hm.

(PILLS RATTLE)

OK.

Where's the rest?

What, you don't trust me anymore,
Mother?

This is Montreal, my friend.

Strange things happen here.

That's one million.
That's my deposit, like we discussed.

Now what's gonna happen...

Hey, hey, hey!
I'm reaching for my phone.

All right, everybody calm down.

Now I text my guys.

All right, we move
when they come in with the cash.

Then they're gonna park two trucks
at the end, and your goons

are gonna help them load
all these pallets. After that...

- (METAL CLANGS)
- (MAN SPEAKS FRENCH)

Tell your men to stand down now.

I want a better view
if we're gonna send our guys in.

- You heard that?
- Rene.

- Check it out.
- What the hell is going on, Mother?

- We wait one minute, OK?
- No. No more minutes.

My guys come in
and we do the switch right now!

- (SIRENS WAIL)
- Go, go, go!

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

- (GUNFIRE)
- (OFFICERS SHOUT IN FRENCH)

(GROANS)

(FEMALE OFFICER
SHOUTS IN FRENCH OVER RADIO)

STAN: Freeze, motherfucker!

No!

Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Stan? No, no.

No. Look at me. It's OK.
Man down! Man down!

Oh, goddamn.

Help! Help!

(VOICE FADES)

The division takes
the opioid crisis very seriously.

As the President himself has said,

there is no greater scourge
facing America from within.

Well, I still fail to see how
a breakthrough drug like Klaralon,

despite the purported implications
of Dr. Brower's so-called tests...

Mr. Chairman, respectfully,

Dr. Brower's implications
are more than purported.

According to Dr. Brower's own report,
he exceeded the study parameters.

And that's precisely why he was able
to find the results he did.

- We should hear from Dr. Brower.
- One moment, please.

OK, are we talking about a...?

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

Thank you, Dr. Brower.
That won't be necessary.

The division has discussed the matter
and is prepared to make a decision.

Mr. Chairman,
I object to a decision without...

That's enough, Mr. Walker.

The division has read the evidence

and it is our position
that the benefits of the item

outweigh these potential risks.

FDA approval for Klaralon
will proceed.

Northlight Pharmaceuticals will arrange
a fund for further studies of addiction

in the amount of $11 million.

- Do you all agree?
- Agreed.

Mr. Chairman.
Mr. Chairman, at least let me speak.

Sorry, Dr. Brower.
Meeting is adjourned.

- What happened?
- I've been reassigned.

So that's it? It's over?

There's gotta be another way.

I've been thinking.

There's someone you can talk to,
but without the committee's protection,

you'd have to violate
your non-disclosure.

- And?
- And if it goes bad for you now,

we're talking debts
surviving bankruptcy.

You'd probably still be paying
in the afterlife.

Well, I got nothing now.

So what difference would it make?

Jake.

It's your sister.

I just wanted to say

I'm really sorry
for the other day and...

I'm feeling much better now.

I love you so much.

OFFICER: We're still IDing the bodies,
but from what we can tell,

they were low-level muscle.
No traffickers.

What about Mother?

OFFICER: Apparently he's got
some family in Algiers,

so we put some men on the airports,
but we're not gonna see him again.

How about the Armenians?

Prosecutor says he doesn't
have enough to charge them.

What?

They never set foot
in the building, let alone the lot.

There's no overt act.

OFFICER: We'll issue
a red notice for Mother,

but beyond that, my superiors
wanna terminate cooperation.

Yeah, mine too.

So that's it? You're just gonna quit?

- Calm down, Jake.
- OFFICER: Two Crown officers are dead.

My department won't risk
any more loss of life. I'm sorry.

Agent Kelly.

What? What do you want me to say?
What do you want from me?

I want you to calm down
and be professional.

Professional what?
Agent or drug dealer?

- You realize how fucked this is?
- Yeah, I do.

I'm the one
who had to call Stan's wife.

He was my friend too.

I'm sorry.

What do you think we're here to do?

- To make a difference?
- So, what are we here to do?

Our job. As mandated by the people.

So we're just here to clean up,
is that it?

- I don't accept that.
- That's not fair, Jake.

You're a good agent.
We fight the best we can.

I'll see you at the airport.

Fuck.

Hello, Ms. Reimann?
This is Jim Douglas.

Douglas Investigations.

I'm just following up
on that individual that we spoke of.

You asked me to let you know
if I had any new information.

Well, I think
you might be interested in this.

Where's Mother?

I will blow your head
all over this fucking bar.

- Where's Mother?
- I don't know.

Last chance.

He keeps a seaplane
by the Dwyer shipping yard.

That's all I know.

- If I find out you're lying to me...
- It's the truth, I swear it!

Mother!

(GROANS)

It's OK. Hey, relax.

- Get away from me!
- I'm a federal agent!

I'm a federal agent. It's OK.

It's OK. It's OK. Let me see.

Fuck. OK.

It just went through your arm.
You're gonna be OK. Come on.

- Come on. Sorry.
- Fuck.

(CLAIRE GROANS)

JAKE: It's OK. There you go.

Stay right here. I'll be right back.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

GEOFF: Already?

The university gave us
three days to vacate.

- Where to?
- I don't know.

- How long did we work together, Tyrone?
- A long time.

And in that time, didn't I support you

and champion your, your labs
and find you grant money

wherever the hell I could?

Help keep your whole field
of research alive?

Yeah, yeah, you did all of that.

Whatever I did, I never
compromised our university.

- And I never compromised our students.
- Geoff, all you did was compromise.

You had the facts
and you just didn't look at them.

You, you, you stood there
while they made you complicit.

I spent a lifetime
building that school.

That I should take a moment
before deciding whether or not

to destroy it supporting your half-baked
research against a drug monolith.

What about the people,
the ones that we're supposed to serve,

the ones who can't speak
for themselves?

It's the Detroit Evening News.

You gave 'em the whole story, huh?

Even everything
that happened between us.

I thought we were friends.

So did I.

You know this isn't gonna make
a damn bit of difference to Northlight.

They've got their approval.
They'll still put their drug out.

But the people will know.

They'll know.
And that's the best I could do.

I've been asked to resign.

- I'm sorry.
- Me too.

You know,
if I could do it all over again...

What difference does it make?

Bye, Tyrone.

Hopefully it looks like
two gangsters killed each other

for a million dollars
and no one looks any deeper.

Didn't you say you were a cop?

I was.

So are you taking me to prison now?

No.

Why not?

You remind me of someone.

- (GASPS)
- Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

CLAIRE: I don't understand.

So what am I supposed to do now?

I don't know.

Thank you.

WOMAN: And given the doctor's
ongoing press schedule

that you may have heard about,

if any of you ever get
out of your labs long enough

to read the paper,
we were very lucky to get him.

So I hope you'll all join me

in welcoming
our new co-chair of biology

here at University of Michigan.
Dr. Tyrone Brower.

(APPLAUSE)

Thank you.

Thank you, and welcome to my class.

I would like...

(VOICE FADES)

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