All language subtitles for Episode 17 - Close Encounters

- Previously on Limitless...
- We give him the pill once a day.

It enhances his cognition.

- Five NZT pills.
- What are those for?

Whatever you want.

I might have a few extra

NZT pills, my own stash.

We are gonna talk about this later.

Pretty tidy stitch job.

- The FBI teach you that?
- Yes, it did.

Rach, I really mean it

when I say don't tell
anyone about this, okay?

Not anyone, ever.

Sands killed Rebecca's father.

I couldn't help my father.

Maybe I can help you.

Just don't lie to me. Ever.

"I want to wake up
in the city that never sleeps."

Frank Sinatra once sang
that, and now it's cliché.

But when things get bad...

And I would say that
living with the knowledge

Sands killed Rebecca's
father qualifies as bad...

It's comforting to know that
I can walk out any door,

any hour of the night, and
New York is still going.

Plenty to keep an
NZT-enhanced mind occupied.

That's kind of how I wound up here.

Beard.

Beard. The guy had a beard?

No. He's saying the guy
had a neck tattoo. FBI.

Uh, do you have a sketch artist on hand?

Yeah. Marty?

Hey, Marty. Do you mind
if I take a stab at this?

Thanks very much.

I know what you're doing.

Brian Finch, not the
hero the people want,

or need for that matter.

What are you even doing out here?

I'm about to close this case.

Look, I get it. You're good at this.

And you may like that doing good

helps you forget all the bad.

But you know what you're really doing?

Is ducking a bunch of trouble
that's gonna find you anyway.

You're gonna have to lie
to her sooner or later.

You're pretty good at that, huh?

Yeah.

There you go.

We got a 10-10,
body of a male in his 20s

found in Grand Ferry Park.

All units please respond.

Are you eating Funyuns?

Doesn't that defy the rules of...

You're not the only rebel tonight.

This whole avoiding Rebecca thing...

Dude.

What am I supposed to do?

You know, when I'm around
her, all I can think about is

how I know that Sands murdered her dad.

That the person who killed
him is the same one

keeping me alive.

- But can I tell her that? No.
- No.

Because that would mean you
would have to tell Rebecca

that you are Senator
Morra's mole in the FBI.

Which means losing, let's see,

the enzyme and your immunity.

And my freedom, my life.

And even if you found some
way to dodge all that,

you'd have to go back to being

just Brian.

- Hey.
- And let's face it.

You'd miss me,

wouldn't you?

So I'm telling you, pushing Rebecca away

is not the way to handle this.

That's not what I'm doing.

Dude.

You can ignore her, but
you can't ignore me.

Huh. That's weird.

Hmm.

- Did you find something?
- Yeah.

This is a city government-issued key.

How do you know?

One time, I memorized the whole
NYC government directory online.

And that key starts with a nine-seven,

which is the Department of Buildings,

followed by a one, which
specifically means

the Manhattan Permit Approvals Office.

So, maybe you should move
your investigation there.

Let's just say it was
a very productive night.

While the energy of the city temporarily

took my mind off things, I was right.

Or the other Brian was right.

I knew I couldn't avoid Rebecca forever.

My subconscious just wouldn't let me.

Brian, what the hell?!

Never mind.

I know people at the NYPD.

You think that they're not gonna tell me

my consultant is running
around flashing his badge?

Well...

Why haven't you been answering my calls?

Well, my phone's dead.

That's weird.

Are you on NZT when you're off-duty?

We've talked about this.

Well, technically, I
am working, Rebecca.

I'm just not working for you.

Whoa.

- Look over there.
- Nice try.

- Not gonna work.
- No, no, I'm serious.

What's going on?

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Emergency generators are in use.

Please conserve all power.

Mike. What, are you hitting
me with a pick-me-up?

Yup. We're assembling in the bullpen.

Be right there.

You're gonna double your dose?

Listen, I really appreciate you

not saying anything to... you know.

We are gonna talk about this.

We have two distinct
areas that are currently

affected by the blackout.

The Financial District took
the first hit at 0400 hours.

Authorities are dealing
with the usual mess...

People trapped in subways, elevators,

as well as the what-ifs.

You know, what if the
backup generator fails

and the hospitals go dark

or the cell tower goes down
or the water stops running?

So, in the northeast...

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Middle finger emoji. Jackass.

You're here because
we have to acknowledge

that the blackout hit our
financial lifeline first.

Cyber is working on an
angle that countries like

China and Russia are powerful enough

to actually launch a cyber attack

that will basically knock
us back to the Dark Ages.

Mm, yeah.

I don't know.

Brian, you have a thought.

I do.

As a matter of fact, um,

while we still have power,

I'd like to propose an
alternative offender.

Come on up.

Okay.

So, uh, dark red indicates our city's

highest level of energy consumption.

The largest consumer being

here and here.

Now, even though these two areas seem

geographically disparate,

they are, in fact,
connected by the wind.

Now, the power outages

are following the natural citywide

gust flow.

I got a D-minus

in environmental science, by the way.

It was a real squeaker, but,
you know, passing is passing.

Brian, Brian, your parents
must have been very proud.

They really were. All right, watch this.

Drafts get stuck

inside the city walls,

and then slingshot up and
over the high-rises.

And you can see, it goes

right from the Financial
District up to Midtown.

So you're saying the
blackout is weather related?

Oh, I'm saying that
based on the pattern,

whatever's causing the blackouts

might be getting blown around
by the wind, but, you know,

I'd have to confirm by visiting

local power plants, and, uh...

And we should still rule
out the possibility

of cyber warfare,

of course.

All right.

Go.

Okay.

Agent Paget will coordinate with Cyber.

Agent Boyle will deal with the
task force here on the floor.

I'll give you a lift.

You're coming?

Is that a problem?

Uh, no, I just... I don't know.

It's kind of a wild guess.

I don't want to waste your time.

Well, I've seen those pan out before.

You can explain it on the way.

Oh.

We should let Mike and Ike know.

Oh, I actually kind of sent
them on a mission of their own.

Man, what in the hell are you doing?

Nothing.

You're primping.

I'm not primping.

Like a peacock.

Got to look good

to win over little sister Finch.

Oh, please. That ship already came in.

Well, do tell.

Yeah, we've been, um... texting.

Mm-hmm.

Which is mainly... you know, me texting.

She's not texting you back.

How many texts

have you sent?

I mean, do Bitmojis count?

Oh, hi.

- Hi.
- Hi, Rachel. Hi.

- Thanks for picking me up.
- Yeah.

Are we going or just...?

- Buckle up.
- Yeah.

Generator's operational.

I've had my guys check and recheck.

Nothing wrong with the turbine blades.

The rotor is moving.

The stator is good.

It doesn't make any sense.

We should be hot.

Engineer, please stand by.

Actual pressure test.

You guys hear that?

Hey, Maurice.

So the electricity's not making
it out of the generator.

It's-it's not reaching the power lines.

Exactly. It's just
disappearing into thin air.

Can you open it up?

Sure. Step back.

What are you looking for?

Well...

Well, if it was carried by the wind,

it might be something we can't see

with the naked eye.

Do you mind if I borrow
that black light?

Be my guest.

Here, step back.

What the hell is it?

Whatever it is, it's organic.

Could that be causing the
blackout though? Thank you.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

We have to call Naz.

This could be some kind
of biological attack.

Yeah.

You know, I saw this last night.

Out on your Capeless Crusade?

This glowy stuff, it was
on a murder victim.

It was all over his hands.

I mean, it's got to
be connected somehow.

Oh, so your illicit, illegal escapades,

they weren't for nothing.

- I also do some good, you know.
- And the city thanks you,

but... it doesn't make what
you did right, or legal,

or okay with me.

You want to follow up
on this lead or not?

Yes, lead on.

So we headed to the
workplace of Luis Vargas,

the dead security guard
with the glowing hands.

The New York City
Department of Buildings

is the department that
regulates the building of,

well, buildings.

Which is where we ran
into my new friend,

Detective Hernandez.

Brian Finch.

The man fights crime by day, too.

Detective Hernandez, meet
Agent Rebecca Harris.

Thanks for letting us borrow
your golden boy last night.

Pleasure.

- So what's up?
- Well, last night,

I noticed something really weird.

It was like a green and orange substance

on Luis Vargas's body.

I think it may be connected
to the blackout.

Did you guys notice
anything unusual here?

I mean, there was a broken lamp

on the 18th floor, but
far as we could tell,

it could've been knocked
over in the blackout.

- Nothing's missing.
- Huh.

Isn't that where they store the
blueprints for city buildings?

Saw it on the directory.

You mind if we take a look?

Cool.

Elevators are out, aren't they?

Yup.

Hope you packed extra lungs.

I've got to up my cardio.

What do you think, spinning?

Do you spin?

I chase you around all night.

Hey, you know, to be fair,

we wouldn't even be
following this lead...

Hang on... if I hadn't gone
out last night on NZT.

If you expect me to thank you for a lead

that took me up 18 flights of stairs...

It's just, you swore you would
stop hoarding NZT pills.

I have.

Okay, that was my last one.

Well, and this one.

The one Mike gave me.

You promise you're not lying to me?

What are we, six years old?

I promise, okay?

No more extra pills.

Well, files here.

Files there.

You want to split up, cover more ground?

Yeah.

You might be wondering
what I'm looking for.

So am I.

But I at least have a theory:

someone broke in here
searching for something.

But what were they after?

I mean, their filing system
was a clerical nightmare,

but after I sorted out the
documents that were misfiled,

or misplaced...

there was one empty
drawer that stood out,

one that seemed recently raided.

Blueprints for a building on
53rd Street in Turtle Bay.

What was there that was worth
murdering a guard for?

And how did all this
relate to the blackout?

Rebecca?

Rebecca?!

Whoa.

Detective Hernandez, what's going on?

Sir, please hold right there.

- Are you Brian Finch?
- Yeah.

He's positive.

- You need to come with us.
- What the hell?

Under 42 CFR 70,

we're placing you into quarantine.

You came into contact with
a suspicious substance.

What, the stuff from the power plant?

- What was it?
- Undetermined.

Well, what does that mean?

It means it came from an unknown origin.

- You've both been exposed.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Remember when you offered
to give me a ride today?

And I was like, "Nah," and
you were like, "I insist."

I'm guessing you regret
that decision now.

You're not wrong.

Of all days to get sealed up

in a plastic bubble together.

I just mean 'cause you're annoyed

about last night and the pills.

We cleared that up.

- Unless you're still lying to me.
- I'm not.

- Then we're good.
- Good.

My phone's dead.

Here, can I borrow yours?

Just got to do some research
on the Luis Vargas case.

Well, here's a lucky pair.

I'm Sturgeon Reid, astrophysicist.

Today, I'm working in
tandem with the CDC

to take a look at the substance

that you encountered at the power plant.

Why is an astrophysicist
working with the CDC?

Well...

What did we discover today?

Officials are not yet sure,

but panspermia, yeah?

The idea that life on Earth was seeded

- from other planets, other places...
- What exactly were we exposed to?

Would you turn that off, please?

Extraterrestrial life...

We know that it is a bacterium,

which appears to be feeding
directly off the electricity

generated by the power plant.

It's not the first bacterium to do this,

but this species is unique.

Unique?

As in... from outer space?

We found traces of the bacterium

on a cargo ship that passed

under the Quadrantids
meteor shower yesterday.

So it's possible

that the origins of this
species could be...

Alien?

This is awesome.

Wait, we're not gonna die, are we?

What's the plan

to stop the bacteria from spreading?

Since it's feeding off electricity,

we're hoping to starve it

by shutting down all the
power in Manhattan.

That's going to be chaos.

And how long do we have to stay here?

Well, since you've had

direct exposure, I've recommended

you stay in observation.

Alert the attendant if you feel ill.

But look on the bright side.

You could be making history.

I don't know about all this.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

Can I borrow your phone?

Or we could play charades.

Thank you.

What's your, uh,

what's your station?

Anything's good.

I don't really listen to the radio.

Looks like we're getting out
of here just in time, huh?

- I don't want to.
- Come on, come on.

Hey, thanks for this, by the way.

You can imagine what it's like

to have a cold,
stir-crazy five-year-old.

No, I want my...

Give me the bag. All
right, we need the bag.

You have the bag?

Come on.

Hi.

Oh, I'm so glad you're...
I'm so glad you're okay.

Hi, doll.

Hi, honey.

Oh, we're so glad you got here.
We were getting worried.

Who's that?

They got us out of the city.

Be nice.

Thanks for taking care of my kids.

Of course, sir.

It was... it was our pleasure.

Well, I assume you'll be going back now.

Good luck.

Actually, our orders are to stay

until everything's been cleared up.

Orders from whom?

Your son, sir.

Brian.

We can wait outside, if that's easier.

Well, no, of course not.

It's freezing. Uh, come in.

Dennis is just getting lunch.

I'm gluten-free.

Turtle Bay.

The address is on 53rd
between 2nd and 3rd.

You do realize
we're kind of busy here.

Yeah, I'm not asking you to go
get me some Skittles, Boyle.

I know this is important.

Look, the missing blueprints

were for some kind of
commercial building,

and when I looked online,
all of the occupants

from the ground up were pretty mundane.

I mean, I couldn't figure out
why anyone would target them.

But the basement tenant

is the United States Bureau
of Engraving and Printing.

Oh, I know that location.

It's where banks send
soiled and defaced bills.

Exactly.

The Department of Mutilated Money.

And the New York office
handles the entire northeast.

I mean, do you know how much cash

they must have in there?

Yeah, but it's unusable currency,

waiting to be destroyed.

Not all of it. A good
fraction of it can be

- cleaned and repaired.
- A security guard, Luis Vargas,

was killed the other day,
presumably by whoever

was stealing the blueprints
for this address.

And do you know what
they found on his body?

The same bacterium that's
causing the blackout,

except Luis Vargas was killed

a full day before the
meteor shower hit New York.

So you think the bacteria came
from some other alien invasion?

As much as I hate to admit it,

I think it might not be alien at all.

I mean, they say it's
similar to known bacteria.

So what if someone
cultivated a new strain

and released it to cause a blackout?

It's the perfect cover to
steal a bunch of cash.

Yeah, mutilated cash.

Why not hit a bank?

Because it's an easier target.

I mean, people think that money's

basically trash, which means
people wouldn't think

to look there first, but we did.

And if we can just get over there,

we might be able to stop
the heist from happening

and find the people responsible

- for the whole blackout.
- Yeah.

And by we, I mean you,

because we're still kind
of quarantined here.

All right, I'll see what I can do.

Can I have that?

What the hell is this?

- Can I have my phone, please?
- No.

What the hell is this?

Who-who sent this to you?

An agent sent to search

the government property
where you're living

for what looks like NZT pills

hidden in your vinyl collection.

You told me there weren't any more.

You know, you could've
said something to me

before sending the cavalry
into my apartment.

I did say something, and you lied to me.

Do you have any idea

how irresponsible it is

to use this drug however you
want, whenever you want?

The rules, managing your dosage,

keeping a watch out for you...

They're there to keep you
alive, to keep you safe.

Oh, come on! The FBI doesn't
care about keeping me safe.

They care about keeping me useful.

Brian, if you think that I don't care,

then you haven't been paying attention.

I brought you into the FBI,

- I've stood up for you...
- Don't, don't, don't, don't.

- More times than I can count.
- You have no idea

what you're talking about here.

I know what happens

- if this gets out of hand.
- I'm not like anyone.

No one else is going through
what I am going through.

You are hiding pills
like an addict, Brian.

I know that you are immune
to NZT side effects,

and I know that makes you think
that you're different somehow,

but you are not immune.

Oh, you're gonna tell me
what I think right now?

- I'm not... That's not what I'm saying.
- No, 'cause you don't know

inside my head, Rebecca. We're
not psychic twins, okay?

And if you want the real truth,

I may be addicted to these drugs.

Thanks for that, by the way.

But you're addicted to me.

- What?
- Solving things, breaking cases,

that's your high.

And because of me, you get to
do it at a whole new level.

What, you want to go
back to your old life?

Keeping up with paperwork

and crossing your T's
and dotting your I's,

seeing it all end in frustration,

what, like, half the time?

You need all this as much as I do.

You need NZT as much as
I do, and you know it.

Can I have my phone?

Two pills.

They only found two.

Where are the others?

- Dad looks stressed.
- Well, can you blame him?

First there's the power outage.

Now we have federal agents
in the living room,

making awkward conversation.

Yeah.

Or maybe he's just picking
up on the glances

between you and the one who
looks like Cary Grant.

- Mom.
- Well,

I'm just saying, Rachel, come on.

That boy is smitten, it's
written all over his face.

Please stop talking.

Square jaw, still has all his hair.

I swear to God, I will cut my
wrist with this butter knife.

All right, so something is on your mind.

If it's not him, what is it?

Don't tell Dad, okay?

He gets so upset about these things.

It's Brian.

We were hanging out at his
safe house the other night,

and he went over to his records,

and it looked like he
took something out.

So when he left, I went over...

and I found...

I'm not sure what they are,

but I'm pretty sure that
they are part of why he is

the way that he is now.

But what's really bothering me is...

did he get into the FBI
because he's taking these?

Or are they the ones that
are giving it to him?

I've never seen anything like this.

You okay?

Hey, Dad.

Yes, yes. Good, um...

Here, let me help you
put out lunch, okay?

Okay, good.

They cleaned house.

Not a dollar inside?

Not one you can spend.

Cleaned out.

Looks like you had the right idea.

We just didn't get here in time.

So it was a heist, and they did
know the blackout was coming.

Well, I talked to the
department's senior manager.

The guy estimates

there was a little more than
$8 million in this safe.

Boyle, I have to call you back.

Looks like the CDC might have an update.

All right.

Agent Rebecca Harris, Brian Finch.

Aren't you guys supposed to be
wearing masks or something?

The bacterium proved non-communicable.

Seems it feeds exclusively on electrons

found in inanimate sources.

Meaning we didn't have to
be here in the first place?

You're free to go.

Well, after we take your vitals.

Legal issue. Proof we sent
you home in good health.

- You're discharged.
- Hey, Rebecca?

We get our clothes back, right?

Marie.

Marie, stop.

Come here.

Sit down, talk to me.

What's on your mind?

You talk to Brian more than I do.

He's always sought you out, trusted you.

Dennis, I know that you

have been talking to him
about all this, all right?

And I understand if you want
to keep it close to the vest,

and you wouldn't do
that if you didn't know

that he was all right.

But is Brian all right?

What do you mean?

I mean, what are they doing to him?

Do you know?

He's fine.

Brian's gonna be all right.

Do you know anything about pills
or drugs they're giving him?

What do you know?

Hard at work, I see.

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah.

I mean, I'm a little bummed

that the CDC burned my
Joy Division shirt.

It was an original.

You seen Rebecca?

She's upstairs with Naz.

Mm.

Something happen between
you two, in quarantine?

I don't know, mistakes were
made, words were said.

I guess it's our first real fight.

Oh.

The handler-consultant
relationship is stressful enough

without being thrown into a
plastic bubble together.

You guys will get through it.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Generators and cell towers
are starting to power down.

I told Naz I'd come down,

check in to see if you had any leads

on the mutilated money gang.

Yeah, I do have something.

So my theory is that whoever
pulled off the heist

planted the bacteria, right?

And since the financial district
was the first to lose power,

specifically the 200 block
of Chambers Street,

we can assume that's where the
bacteria was first introduced.

Now, as for who did it,

there are only 12 people
in the New York area

with enough scientific expertise

to not only engineer the bacteria,

but also know how to
successfully plant it.

Now, if they were smart
enough to do all that,

then they're probably smart enough

to stay off security cameras.

And that's where these come in.

Well, I've come to respect
some of your ways, Finch,

that doesn't mean that I'm gonna

be strolling around the
financial district

wearing a sandwich board.

There's a large homeless
population around that area,

people who have nowhere
to go during a blackout.

They might be able to
identify one of the perps.

Or I could just call
a friend at the NSA.

We're not doing that.

Why not?

Yeah, they would have a copy

of every phone conversation
these scientists have had.

Well, is this on the DL or are
we asserting the Patriot Act?

You're siding to protect
people's privacy?

That's ironic.

Heist or not, someone shut
down the power on Manhattan.

That's an act of terrorism.

Or you can wear the sandwich board.

- He's your consultant.
- Actually,

I was gonna make a few.

I thought we could all wear them.

No, you're right, Boyle.

We should call in the NSA.

Brian, can I talk to you for a second?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry...

You know, when all of this started,

we made promises to each other.

I said I would help you through anything

as long as you didn't lie to me.

- I know. I didn't mean to lie to you.
- I just spoke to Naz.

You're being assigned
to a different handler,

and in the meantime,
you'll work with Boyle.

Of course the day
the NSA came to the CJC

was the day everything started
spiraling out of control.

You know how for years
the NSA's been saying

they only collect metadata
from phone conversations?

Well, that's sort of a lie.

Don't handle that, please.

They're actually recording and storing

the audio of at least 80%
of Americans' phone calls.

Sign here.

Can I touch?

The average adult sends and receives

about five calls a day.

Times that by 365 days,
times 12 suspects,

I'm listening to over
21,000 conversations.

Most of them were totally irrelevant.

I told you not to push her away.

Relax, you don't have to say anything.

A new handler? Really?

You think you're gonna be
able to make that work?

Is there anyone else here who
will protect you like she did?

How are you going to fix this?

I can't.

Ma... uh...

I can't... I can't make out
this last track. If you...

Yeah, rewind that.

Thank you.

Where was I? Right.

It's down to Ian Marshall
and Sturgeon Reid.

One dollar says we will
find evidence of alien life

in our lifetime.

And one dollar says we won't.

I believe you owe Dr.
Marshall a dollar, Dr. Reid.

What is this?

What are we doing here?

You two have kind of a friendly rivalry.

Ish.

Just a couple of eminent astrophysicists

debating whether or not
we discover evidence

of extraterrestrial life within
the next couple of decades.

You even made a bet
about it, didn't you?

For one dollar.

How could you possibly know that?

On the one hand, we have the skeptic

Sturgeon Reid.

Laying his money and pride on the ETs,

Dr. Ian Marshall.

And you saw to it you were gonna
win that buck, didn't you?

Uh, I'm not conceding that
such a bet even happened.

We don't need you to.

Uh, we shared our concerns

with the provost of Walcott University,

and she agreed to let us
take a look in your lab.

We found trace amounts of the
bacteria causing the outages,

some destroyed cultures.

Care to explain?

I'll get you started.

You discovered a species of bacteria

that feeds on electrons, but
you kept it to yourself.

You released a colony in
the financial district

and timed that release with the
passage of the meteor shower,

so people would start thinking aliens.

It's a clever plan, dude, own it.

Plus we already got you kind
of dead to rights, so...

Actually, it was one of
my research assistants

who discovered the bacteria,

but I convinced her not to report it.

I-I just wanted to win.

And at some point you started
to want more than that.

I'm sorry?

The theft of $8 million

from the Department of Mutilated Money.

Luis Vargas, the security guard

you murdered two nights ago.

You caused the blackout,

then used it as cover
to make yourself rich.

He surprised you

- when you were stealing the plans.
- No, no, no, no, no.

I am not a killer.

I-I'm not a thief.

I have tenure.

Two nights ago?

What time did this murder happen?

Time of death is estimated

between 9:00 and 11:00 p.m.

Relax, Ian.

Tuesday night, Dr. Marshall
and I gave a lecture

together at Columbia.

1,400 students will attest
for our whereabouts.

Uh, he may have planted the bacteria...

but Dr. Marshall

didn't kill anyone.

Please avoid all streets

between Hoten and Grand,
Allen and the East River.

City officials has reopened
the Williamsburg Bridge

- and a checkpoint...
- Come on.

- Has been reestablished...
- Come on. Come on.

Causing major traffic delays.

Hey, guys.

How's it going?

Oh, that's a dumb question.
It's not going.

That's the thing about
standstill traffic, right?

It's the pits.

Corey Martinson?

You're Ian Marshall's
research assistant.

I'll take that as a yes.

So we're from the FBI
and we just learned

that your boss is the one

behind the hoax that paralyzed the city.

And the way he tells it,

you helped him fabricate
the bacteria that did it.

Also, he said you were his only partner.

Would you be willing to
testify against your boss

in the charges he faces?

Um... I don't know.

Wait, how did you find me here?

Here? Oh, we just waited
for you to show up.

I mean, this is, after all,

the only way out of the
city at the moment.

We at the FBI kind of
set it up that way.

Thing is,

somebody used the blackout
to stage a robbery

of the Department of Mutilated Money.

Someone, like, say, an
underpaid research assistant

with crushing amounts of student debt.

Someone who saw her boss'
relatively harmless hoax

- as an opportunity.
- That same somebody

had a cousin who did
time for armed robbery.

Hi, Frank.

Together, they came up with a plan

and they even ordered
a ridiculous amount

of laundry detergents and
solvents from Amazon

to clean the money they stole.

Any of this sounding familiar?

Of course not.

Now, would you two
mind if we took a look

in the back of this ambulance,

no doubt rented from a
private EMS service

to move about freely in the quarantine?

Hey, hey!

Thank you.

We weren't able to get a warrant,

with all the power being out.

But that attempted escape

is probable cause.

And that, my friend,

is irrefutable evidence.

What's it say?

I wonder if anyone's ever
tried calling this number.

Think there's actually a good time

at the end of this line?

Huh? Should we call?

You can give it a shot if you want.

I'm gonna go home, man.

Hey, Brian.

Pains me to say it, but, uh...

it's not the worst thing, huh?

Us working together?

I didn't really want to go home.

I sure as hell didn't want
to go back to the CJC.

There's only one place
I could think to go,

the one place people still love me.

Because they have no choice.

Hey, Cameron.

You leaving already?

I was hoping to catch
you guys for dinner.

Yeah, we heard it shouldn't be
long before the power's restored.

Hey, if I were you, I'd turn around now.

What? Why?

I don't know what's going on,

but I definitely heard your name.

So run while you can.

Hey, guys.

What's going on?

Sit down, Brian.

Okay.

That sounds ominous.

Mom?

Are you okay?

You know, Brian...

I always knew that you had
something special about you.

A good heart.

You were sensitive, you
cared about other people.

Even if you were being impulsive,

even if the things you were doing

looked selfish on the face of it.

I believed in that

light that was in you so much

that, uh, I let a lot of things slip by.

Finding pot in your jeans

when you left them out
for me to wash as usual.

Mom, come on...

No. Let me finish.

I figured

that we would find some
kind of balance, you know?

Your father would

give you discipline, some structure;

I would give you room to run

so you could figure things out.

And I honestly thought

that's what was happening to you now.

I thought, maybe he's
finally figured it out.

Ugh. What an idiot I was.

- Come on, Mom, you...
- No.

- What the hell are these?
- Geez.

You want to tell me about them?

Because your father won't.

We've been married for 42 years

and there has never been a single thing

that we could not discuss.

So whatever these are

must be serious.

Dad.

Oh, no. This is between
you and your mother.

You brought this into our home.

No, I didn't. No, I didn't.

The moment you got
your sister into this,

you did.

Leaving these pills lying
around, having her come

to that safe house that you
have been mysteriously given.

You put your sister in danger.

No, I haven't.

Undercover agents coming over,

bleeding out on the kitchen table.

Rachel.

Brian, no.

I am not turning a blind eye anymore.

I don't know what these pills are.

I don't want to know.

And I don't want our family

any deeper in this

than we already are.

Mom...

I can't tell you everything,
but I can explain...

Brian, no. I don't
want any more excuses.

Because unless you start
making some different choices,

you are not welcome here.

I love you, Brian, but...

just...

no.

Oh...

God...

Just go do it.

It ain't gonna get any
easier, you sitting here.

I-I know.

- It just...
- You're gonna miss her.

Go.

Get out of the car!

Rachel.

Hey.

Listen...

Jason, I'm sorry.

I... I should've stayed in touch.

And I was weird to you
at my parents', I know.

- It's just, things have been strange.
- I'm not here to talk about that.

Oh, okay.

Your mom mentioned an undercover agent,

that he showed up at Brian's
apartment, bleeding out.

Yeah?

Could you describe him for me?

Banker's hours today?

"F" Train, there was some kind of delay.

I need to talk to Brian.

Not in yet.

I guess he took the same train.

I can't come to the phone right now,

but if this is an emergency,

you can try Rebecca Harris any time.

Hey.

Thought about stopping by,

but I figured you'd seen
enough of me lately.

You should know a few things.

I'm sorry for the things I said.

You deserve better than that.

Whatever else happens,

you saw potential in me
that no one else ever did.

It's not just the pill that
changed my life, it's you.

So, thanks for that.

Things may get a little
crazy for a while.

I know I haven't given back

as much as you've given me.

There's probably no way I ever could.

But starting now, I'm going to try.

And in order to try,

I've got to do a few things.

So you may not hear
from me for a minute.

I think I have a way to
make some of this okay.

And if it all works out,
I'll see you in a few days.

And if it doesn't? Well...

we had some lulz, right?

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