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Hey!

- What are you doing?
- Oh. Sorry, I...

My fault. I-I thought
you were someone else.

What's your problem, man?

This guy's being all weird.

What'd this creep do?

- He grabbed me.
- Well, it-it was an accident.

My bad, really.

Bro, what'd you say?

It was an accident.
I didn't...

Nah.

Swim, you little rat.

Eh...

Not sure how much
of a job there is here.

I think maybe our student just

got burned out
and needed a break.

That's what I said
from the start.

But you're the one that
wanted to drive to Wyoming

and check it out.

Blake's mother, Polly Baker,

is convinced there's more to it.

She works as a custodian
there at the school.

Said she hasn't heard
from her son in two days.

Called campus police.

- Anything from them?
- No.

They checked the apartment,
nothing out of the ordinary.

But he left
his cell phone behind.

- That's odd.
- I don't know.

Not if you wanted to get away
for a few days.

Not be bothered.
All right.

I'm already here.
I'll let you know what she says.

I talked to him two days ago.

Then just nothing.

Blake always responds.

Even if it's just to say

he's busy in the lab
and he'll call back.

You said over the phone
he's involved in some

big grant project?

He's researching
protein folding.

Biochemistry department
with Professor Lyle Hewitt.

Very prestigious.
Potential patents.

- Big pharma circling.
- You must be proud.

I am.

Most of it's
over my head, but...

it makes Blake light up.

You mentioned that he's under
a lot of pressure recently?

Well...

He's always had anxiety.

But the last time
I talked to him,

I could tell that his head
was somewhere else.

I'll go to the lab he works at.

Poke around, ask some questions.

Maybe someone knows
where is or...

what he's up to,
but I got to say

it's only been a couple
of days, all right?

I know, but something is wrong.

High pressure grant project.

Lot of intense work. Maybe...

maybe he just needed
a couple days away.

Or maybe there's
more to the story,

something you're not telling me?

Come here.

I know all about family secrets.

I do.

But if there's something,
anything that you have

that might help me
find your son,

you should tell me.

My brother

had a psychotic break when
he was the same age as Blake.

He ran off.

We found him a week later,

sleeping on the streets.

- Talking about demons
in his blood. - Mm.

He was diagnosed
as schizophrenic.

And you think Blake might
have the same thing?

All I know is it's not like
Blake to just vanish like this.

I just need to know
my son is safe.

You can trust me
when I tell you this.

I'm going to do everything
I can to find your son, okay?

The fundamental principles
of thermodynamics

remain the same. Energy cannot
be created or destroyed.

But when it comes to the
second law of thermodynamics,

entropy increases
and mechanical work irreversibly

turns into heat.

Okay, well, that's where things
get a little bit mysterious.

Because has it
actually been proven?

So the question I want
to leave you guys with

for next time,
posed by Stephen Wolfram, is

does the second law always work
or is it sometimes violated?

And if so, what would
we need to prove that?

Okay, guys, uh, thank you.

Extra credit essays
you can turn in at the front.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thermodynamics?

Hey, Dory.
Who would've thought

my baby sister's
a physics expert? Come here.

And who would've thought

my big brother would show up
after a year

without so much as a phone call?

Uh...

I've been, you know,

busy.

I'm sorry, Dory.

So have I, but I call, I try.

You don't call me back.

I'm sorry.

I'm your little sister.

It's my job to give you crap.

What are you doing here?

I just, you know,
thought I'd swing by

and visit.
Was in the neighborhood and...

You know I can tell
when you're lying, right?

And you hate surprises,
so come on, out with it.

Here on a job and...

I wanted to talk
to you about this.

A file folder?
Ooh, what's in it?

Stuff about Dad.

I have another class, come on.

Walk with me.

Came across that file

on a previous job.
They were trying to hurt me,

so they looked into our family.

I mean, I've read all
these articles before.

What's the big deal?

University memos
in there about Dad.

And some other stuff.

Okay, "Ashton Shaw
dismissed for cause.

Evidence of irresponsible
and dangerous behavior."

Dad was arrested.
Breaking and entering.

Resisted arrest.

Look, we knew he had
run-ins with the law.

I don't... Keep going.

This says Dad was employed by
the government for seven years.

Don't you think if this
is true, it's strange

that Mom never told us
any of this?

I don't know, Colter.
Who knows what Dad was into?

Honestly, Mom was
just as crazy as he was.

Why are you looking into that?

I don't know. Curious?

Well, I'm not.
I honestly just hope

we don't make the same mistakes
that they did.

I understand
what you're saying, but...

they're both part of us, right?

I mean, look at you,
you're a professor,

just like they were.

Okay, well, I'm not
gonna go insane

and move to the mountains,

if that's what you're
worried about.

That's not
what I'm worried about.

Okay, well, then let's
just move on. I have.

I talked to Russell, by the way.

He says you've been ducking him.

You talk to Russell?

Yeah, some.
We keep in touch.

You should talk to him.

I don't have anything
to say to Russell.

Okay, fine.
Do it your way.

You always do.

Can we at least just grab dinner
before you leave town?

Yeah, no, I would, I just,

you know, I'm on a job.
It's a schedule thing...

Colter, come on.

I don't know
when I'm gonna see you again.

Look, I will find the place.

I'll even buy.

- Sure, yeah.
- Good.

What's the job?

Missing student. Blake Baker.

Right, yeah, uh...
we got a university-wide email

from campus police saying
they were looking for him.

He's a smart kid.
Biochem grad student.

His mother works here on campus.

Her name's Polly,
she's a custodian. You know her?

Yeah, she's been here for years.
Sweet woman.

You don't seem too concerned.

This happens to a couple
students every year.

They burn out, they take off.

It's not that uncommon.

Okay, well, I'm
gonna go check out

that lab, actually.
Um...

Dinner.

I'll text you
a time and a place.

Can we help you?

Looking for Blake Baker.

He works here, right?

Uh, did. He hasn't
been here in two days.

Any idea where he might be?

Nope, must've flaked.

Flipped out? I don't know,
man, it happens

all the time. Some folks can
handle it, others can't.

Well, his mother's
worried about him.

Hired me to help find him.

He wouldn't bail on us.

Well, he's not here.
So where is he, then?

I don't know, but Blake loved
the work we were doing.

What's the work
you've been doing?

We're working on the next step

of protein structure prediction.

Understanding how proteins
choose their shape

is a game changer
in drug development.

The problem is,
some proteins shape-shift.

But Professor Hewitt is
onto something here.

Professor Hewitt?

Uh, this guy's
looking for Blake.

And you are?

Colter Shaw.
I'm working for his mother.

She hasn't heard from him;

she's worried about
his mental state.

Can I rely on your discretion?

Sure.
I just want to find Blake.

Well, I had a difficult
conversation with him,

two days ago, I guess.

I'm not saying that
this has anything to do

with Blake going missing,
but maybe.

I caught Blake
falsifying his research.

And you confronted him?

No, not exactly a confrontation.

I presented him
with my suspicion.

He denied it.

But his numbers didn't match
our actual results.

I told him I wouldn't
report him to the dean's office,

but I had to revoke
his lab privileges.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

But it happens
more than you might think.

The last thing we need is
another Theranos here.

Elizabeth Holmes.

Mm-hmm.

Blood screening technology
valued at billions

and, unfortunately,
it was a fanciful lie.

So, the work has monetary value?

It will, if we can scale it up.

So even the smallest mistake
would be fatal.

What Blake was doing,
it didn't make a lot of sense.

How'd he take it?

Not well.

He's a good kid
who made a mistake.

I hope you find him
and I hope he's okay.

If he reaches out,
will you let me know?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

Hey, Dex, I need you
to double-check

this data before I send it.

I'm sorry.
I didn't catch your name.

It's Jada.

Jada, I'm looking
for the student union,

and I have no idea
where I'm going.

Can you point me
in the right direction?

It's the other side
of the commons.

Tall building on the left.
You can't miss it.

Can't miss it, but the...
So, the commons building is...?

Which...
I'm, I'm...

Can you just show me?
I don't know where I'm going.

Thanks.

You Blake's girlfriend? I saw
that photo of you two together.

What? No.
We're just friends.

Mm. What do you think
happened to him?

I'm not getting involved.

I can't get kicked
off this grant.

I understand that.

You obviously care about him.

And I don't think you believe
what everyone's saying.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Two days ago.

- At the lab?
- No. Late that night.

I was making a delivery
for my gig job

over on the north side of town.

Did he see you?

No, not at first.

Uh... he was drunk
or something.

Wearing this stupid
red cowboy hat.

He looked absolutely ridiculous,

and I guessed

maybe he'd been to the
big Wild West party?

I don't know,
but it was strange.

It was strange that
he was out having fun?

Yeah, a little.

Uh, Blake's one
of the nicest guys.

But he's not the
partying in a cowboy hat type.

He's a nose down
in the lab type.

- You know what I mean?
- Socially awkward?

Yeah, especially around women.

So drinking, socializing,

that kind of behavior was
out of the ordinary for him.

Did he talk to you
when you saw him?

No. I tried to.

I called his name
and he ignored me.

Like I said, maybe he was drunk.

Can you tell me
where this happened?

You get into Blake's phone?

All looked legit, C.

Calls to mom,
texts about school...

But nothing
after he went missing.

Ah... well...

he left his phone in his dorm.

Anything about a relationship?

You think homeboy was in love?

I don't know. Friend said
he was acting different.

Said he was socializing more,
living it up.

He was either in love
or looking for it.

Still doesn't explain
why he went missing.

No, it doesn't.

I'm checking out that location

that his lab partner
saw him at Saturday night.

Maybe I can find something.

Let me comb through his socials.

See if it connects me
to a wormhole.

All right.
Here's something.

A lot of messages
back and forth with someone.

They also exchanged files,
all encrypted.

Gonna take me a while
to get through it.

Oh, hold on a second.

I think I found
what I'm looking for.

Call me back
when you crack the encryption.

All right, what do we got?

Ooh, our boy Blake was
into some girl.

I think it was more than that.
You got a name?

I don't have a name yet,

but I do have an alias.

She went by BlondieBaby.

So, still working on it.

But he definitely
was into someone.

How so?

Well, you know how it is
when you're at college.

You text someone.

Start vibing.

You ask to meet IRL,
then they ghost you.

I didn't go to college.

Wait, for real?

No. The education system
is designed

to weed out people
who are independent,

people who think for themselves,

won't surrender to the system.

Okay, see?

Now, that's some "wake up
sheeple" wisdom I can get into.

It's an old Chomsky quote

my father would always say to us
when we complained.

Thought your dad was
in education.

My father was
full of contradictions.

What do you got on Blake?

Well...

last Saturday night,

just before midnight,

Blake texted, "I was at a party.

Why'd you no show?"

Then she says,
"Sorry. Something came up.

"Bet you were a sexy cowboy.

Ready to meet."
She agrees to meet up

with him only if he promised

to be discreet,
then she sent him an address.

Okay.

So...

he goes to a party.

He gets stood up. Right?

Leaves his cell phone
back at his place,

and then he goes
to meet up with her again...

Hold tight, I got
an encrypted pic coming in.

Whoa.

- Hello.
- What do you got?

Uh, these are not the type
of pics you'd want to get out.

Got a blonde woman,
getting all kinds of freaky.

Nudes and garden variety BDSM.

And how the hell do you know
what garden variety is?

Student of the world, Colter.

Let's just say
she's strapped to a bed

in a room with red lighting.

I think I was just
at that house.

He was sending her nudes
as well?

- How'd you know?
- 'Cause I saw them on a tablet

at that same house.
Can you send me her photo?

Just her face will do.

Do you one better.
Got a name.

Irene Hertzyl.

Sending you the pic now.

Excuse me? Hello?

Oh, sorry.
We're just about to close.

Irene Hertzyl?

Or BlondieBaby?

Right?

I want to know what the hell
you were doing with Blake Baker.

He hasn't been seen

since he met you at that house.

No, no, no,
don't do that. Back up.

What are you going for?

Huh.

I know about
the nude photos that you sent.

Does your husband?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Don't know
what I'm talking about.

It's you, right?

I didn't do anything to Blake.

But yet you wanted him
to send nude photos. Why?

Leverage has value.
Now, please.

Leverage.

Catfishing?

Why were you blackmailing Blake?
Was it for money?

You went to a lot of trouble
to hide your name.

Now, I am sure the police...

maybe even the FBI... might have
some questions for you,

or you could just answer mine.

It was a job.
We were hired to do it.

Who hired you?

My husband Chuck
handles all of that.

It's anonymous, on the dark web.

We sell online services.

Bad product reviews,
online trolling.

- Catfishing. - The client said
that they needed leverage.

So you figured
if you had nude photos of him,

you'd have him over a barrel.

It wasn't my idea.

My husband Chuck...
it was his plan.

I just do what I'm told.

But you did it, right?

You did it, you seduced him?

He became obsessed with you?

Why did you lure him
to the house

with the... the bondage stuff?

The client said they wanted
to really scare him,

make sure
Blake would keep his mouth shut.

It was a setup
to intimidate him.

What did Blake know?

Chuck said that
he had some evidence

that was bad for the client.

Clearly,
he knew some sort of secret.

What happened here?

It was bad.

I didn't want this to happen.

Show me.

How did you get here?

I followed her from that
sick house she told me

to meet her at. I hid in
the bushes until she came.

I'm sorry. I didn't...
I went to lock up.

I thought he would be gone.

Please, just come with me.

We have something.
We... please.

Get out of here.

Stupid. Get out.

Chuck, stop, you're hurting him.

What do you want me to do?

Take-take him to the hospital.

Come on, champ.
Let's go.

But he didn't take him
to the hospital.

It's been two days.

You're not at all worried
about your husband?

This isn't the first time
he's taken off for days

without telling me or calling.

You said you initially heard

from the client
via the dark web, right?

Yeah, it's where Chuck does all
of his business on the computer.

Yeah. So, then, you know how
to send messages to the client.

I'm in and ready to do my thang.

What do you want the message
to say?

"Need to meet in person ASAP.

I have the evidence."

And away... we... go.

Whoever your mystery client is,

they just got the message.

Let me know when
you hear a reply.

You know it.

Thanks.

I don't like
doing this, you know.

I just do it
because Chuck makes me.

Now's your chance to prove it
by doing the right thing.

You're gonna help me find Blake.

Dory.

What are you doing here?

Dinner.

I am so sorry.

Texted the time, the place.

I got a reply
from you saying, "Great."

Sat there for about 30 minutes
before I realized,

- same old Colter.
- I got into something.

I-I'm sorry.
Why didn't you call?

'Cause I figured
showing up was the only way

I'd actually get to see you
rather than hearing,

"I got caught up
in something," or...

Or someone.

No. It's not
what it looks like.

Okay. Take care, Colter.

No, no, no. Hold on a second.

- Colter... - Hold on. Hey, Dory,
hold on a second.

That missing student... Blake...
he's in danger.

- Who's the girl?
- Her husband attacked Blake.

I think he still has him.
I'm not sure.

That's what I'm dealing with.

- Okay. Maybe you should
call the police. - I can't.

I figure there's a 50% chance
that Blake is still alive.

I call the police,
and they show up,

that goes to zero.
Uh, Blake has some kind

of evidence against them,
and I think

they're holding him,
and they're trying to break him.

- What are they, mobsters?
- I don't know.

- I got to take this.
- Yeah.

- Hey. You get a reply?
- You're set.

They'll meet you in a parking
lot on the south side of town.

It's about 20 minutes away.
I'm sending you the location.

We got to go. Okay.

Thanks, Bobby.
Got it.

All right, look.
I, uh...

Dory, I'll call you.

- I promise. - No, no, no, don't do that.
Don't promise.

Go do your job.
You know where to find me.

Maybe they aren't going to show.

They'll show.

Someone's coming.

- Yes?
- You have something for me?

A flash drive?

Don't move.

Damn it.

Come here.

Look at me.
Come here. Hey.

Pull the hood down.

Pull the hood down.

Dex.

Where the hell is Blake?

I don't know, man.

Oh, come on. You set this whole
thing up with Chuck, right?

What? I-I don't know a... Chuck.

The guy blackmailing Blake
with the photos?

Blake found out,
he confronted 'em, he got hurt.

- And I want to know where he is.
- No, no, no.

This is getting
completely out of hand.

Oh, we're beyond
"way out of hand."

Why'd you do this?

Well, no, I didn't do anything.

You got to believe me, okay?
All I did was...

I made an intro, I-I gave
the name of a dark web service.

To who?

To who?!
To Professor Hewitt.

He wanted help with
the Blake problem.

What evidence did Blake have
on him?

Blake knew
that Professor Hewitt's research

in the lab wasn't adding up.

Hewitt said
Blake's numbers were off.

No.

Blake's were right.
They matched the data.

But the data,

well, it didn't show
the progress that

Professor Hewitt was reporting
to his investors.

So Hewitt stood to lose
millions in investor funds.

We were going to get there.

We-we just needed more time.

Professor Hewitt was desperate
to shut Blake up,

so-so I gave him the name
of this dark web connection

- that I'd heard about.
- And how'd you know to come here?

Professor Hewitt sent me
a message to meet

some blonde woman
and get the evidence...

a-a flash drive that Blake had.

That-That's all I know, I swear.

You do know
they're gonna kill him, right?

Well, what am I supposed to do?

You're going to call Hewitt,

and you're gonna
tell him a story

about how you're going
to find the evidence.

Okay. How-How's that gonna help?

It's gonna buy me time.

Dory.

I need your help.

Yeah, of course.

Professor Hewitt's

the one blackmailing Blake.

He's holding him hostage
somewhere on campus.

Whoa, whoa. Lyle Hewitt,
our biochem professor?

Why would he be blackmailing
a student?

Something to do with evidence
about dirty research data.

I don't have time
to go into it right now.

But Hewitt's phone...
it traces back to his lab.

There's no way he'd be holding
Blake out in the open like that.

Now, you know this campus
as well as anyone.

Where might he have him?

Um, uh, his office,
one of the other labs?

No. He's had him for two days.

I don't think
he'd be holding him anywhere

where someone else
might come in contact with him.

One of the old bomb shelters.

There's one
under the biochemistry building.

Bomb shelters?

Yeah. They built them
during the Cold War,

but they haven't used them
in years.

- How do I get there?
- No, I got to come with you.

You're not gonna be able
to find it otherwise.

I'm just at the school,
grading papers,

so I'll meet you

- at the biochem building, okay?
- Dory, no.

I got this one on my own.
I'm not gonna...

Dory?

Door's probably locked.

I'll take care of it.

N... no.

No.

You can follow me.

Yeah. That works, too.

You could let me go.

I won't tell anyone about you.

You can't trust
Professor Hewitt, you know.

I don't trust anyone, kid.

Just tell me
where this evidence is

so I can get paid

and this can be over.

Sure this is right?

Trust me. It's supposed
to be hard to find.

- You're gonna kill me, aren't you?
- Not my problem.

You and the professor
work it out.

I talked to Dex.

He said he got the location
of the evidence from your wife.

Found an address in an old
jacket pocket that Blake left

- at your store.
- You believe that?

Sounds like someone's onto us.

Call your wife and see.

How stupid are you?
If this is a setup,

that's the last thing
we're gonna do.

You don't understand
what happens if this gets out.

Everything
I've worked for is over.

My whole life, ruined.

We've only got one option.

We kill the kid.

No. We, uh, we'll get the
evidence. We'll destroy it,

then there's no proof.

Whether we get the evidence
or not, kid knows.

There's only one
way this can end.

You want to bury this secret?

Bury the kid.

- I hid the evidence.
- Lies.

No, hey, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

It'll get out, even if I'm dead.

He's lying.
This ends now.

Okay, stop. Wait.

You know, there's got to be
another way. Just let me think.

I tried your plan.
It didn't work.

So am I doing this, or what?

Okay.

But I should be the one
to do it. Give me the gun.

Is that blood?

Call the police.

Please don't.

I don't have reception.
I have to go back up.

That's fine. Make the call.

I-I'll give you the flash drive.

You can have the evidence.

Hewitt?

I know you killed Chuck.

You want another body
on your hands?

Blake's the only one
with the evidence.

You kill him,
you're never gonna get it.

If you come in here,
I'll kill you, too.

I am coming in there. If you've
got a gun pointed at me,

I will take you out,
you understand?

Doesn't have to be this way.

Hewitt, put the gun down.

Last chance.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Th-Thank you.

You'll live.

Uh, Mr. Shaw.

I don't think
you want to leave town

- without this.
- Thank you.

To have my son back,
healthy and safe,

there's no price I wouldn't pay.

How you holding up?

A little banged up,
but relieved.

- I'll be fine.
- You're about to feel even better.

Professor Hewitt
is facing murder

and attempted murder charges.

Hopefully, he's gonna spend
the rest of his life in prison.

What's gonna happen to Dex?

He's probably gonna do
a little jail time.

If he's lucky,
he'll get probation,

but he's young enough,
he can turn his life around.

Got one question
for you, though.

Anything.

The evidence, did you have it?

Hid it in Jada's locker
in the lab.

Only person
I would trust with this.

Okay. All right. She know?

No idea.

So...

where do you go next?
Another job?

Probably, yeah.

First, I have a promise to keep.

- Be good.
- Well, thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks.

You are already
checking your watch?

You're heading out tonight,
aren't you?

Maybe.

Okay, fine.
I will take what I can get.

What?

Hmm?

Why don't you stop by more?

Uh, it's not...
Nothing, no reason.

Yeah.

I think a little part of you
might resent me.

Resent you?
Why would I resent you?

'Cause I left.

I mean, when Uncle Dave
and Aunt Melissa said,

"Come live with us," I was the
first one to jump in that car.

And you didn't. You stayed.

I did stay.

Mom needed me.

Dad had died,

Russell was gone,
I didn't think going to the city

- was the right move.
- You didn't need to stay.

Dory, she didn't have anyone.

No one.

After what Dad put us through...

Oh. Mom went along
with every wild idea

Dad had.

Living off the grid,

sleeping with one eye open,

just waiting for that
bogeyman to come.

- His ideas. Not hers.
- I love you,

but no, grow up.

Uh... Mom was not
some fragile woman

that just got dragged along

against her will.

I thought you said you moved on.

I have.

I was hoping
that if you and I talked,

maybe you could, too.

It's time to put it behind us.

All of us.

You talking about Russell?

Don't.

I want my brothers back.

Together. Yeah.

And Mom, whatever
version she told you

is either, one, a complete lie,

or two, some BS story
just to keep you around.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means we get to go on.

What happened, happened.

But I'm not gonna let it
have power over me.

And Mom...

that's all she has, is the past,
and that's why

she holds it over us,
because she can't let it go.

She's got this image
of who Dad was,

and, sure, yeah, that's a
version of the events, but...

...that is not what happened.

Maybe it's more complicated
than that.

And maybe it was all a lie.

But it's time to put it behind us.
Don't you think?

Just...

...please call Russell.

What's good here?