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Previously, on Alphas ...

Pull the trigger.

Watch this.This is where
it gets interesting.

How does someone sneak
a rifle in a room like this?

That's a good question.

The bullet entered the building
at a 30-degree angle.

It traveled through an air shaft,
and then collided with an interior
vent at the interrogation room

and ricocheted
right into the victim.

Cameron Hicks.

He's the highest-rated marksman
in the history of the corps.

Something's wrong here.

A deadly assassin working
in a grocery store?

Rachel's at his apartment.

Rachel, copy. Get out.

- Rachel, he's coming!
- Get out of there!

Rachel, out of there now.

Hey! What the hell
are you doing?

Rachel, what do you hear?

He's running, uh,
past a cafe,

Just left the park,

heading into an alley
three blocks north.

Cameron, just stop.

Why are you chasing me?

It's okay.
Just calm down.

You must be tired.
Just go to sleep.

Everything will be all right.

♪ Alphas 1x02 ♪
Pilot 2

Just relax, Mr. Hicks.

Whoa, whoa, Dr. Rosen...

What is this?

A lesion.

It's not more
than a week old.

- Prepare 50 CCs.
- Okay.

He shouldn't be here, Nina.
That is my point.

Something's off.

Of course something's off.
I whip out my cuffs,

the perp ends up in FBI
or police custody.

No, I mean, he had no idea
why we were following him.

He had no idea.
He's guilty, okay?

He's a murder suspect.

That's what they do.
They run.

Just ... just listen.
OK.

He reminds me
of the people I pushed.

He seemed confused,
disoriented.

Yeah, it's called
being a crackhead, okay?

It's not as simple
as all that.

Crystal meth
maybe where you're from.

- Bill!
- I don't know, drug addicts?

Excuse me, excuse me.

Nina, confused--
What do you mean?

I know it sounds wierd.
But ...

I don't think he
knew what he was doing.

You don't think he knew
what he was doing?

She's the expert of ....

Bill, Bill, controlling the
will of another mind

is not a new trick.

Hypnotists, charismatics,
religious leaders--

all of them manipulate

the neural structure
of the brain

to get their desired results,

not to mention
our very own Nina here.

Now, normally it starts
in the frontal lobe.

Nina's "pushing,"
for example,

causes a microseizure
in this region.

It's a temporary effect,
which fades in minutes.

Not on me.
It doesn't work on me.

You're right, Gary,

because the success
of Nina's pushing

is dependent on the plasticity
of the subject brain,

so it's
not always effective.

What does this have to do--

What does this
have to do with the shooter?

This is the shooter's brain.

And here we have
a mass of abnormal size.

My guess is that
the induction in this case

is long-lasting
and far more substantial.

Alright, so...

what the hell
does this mean?

That's
a very good question, Bill.

It means I am right.

Don?

Another donut shop.

Yeah, since they've opened,

I've had to add
another 20 laps to my swim.

You know, half these places
are just a front.

We need to talk
about the shooter.

One on every corner.

More donuts than
could possibly be consumed.

You know 40%
of all small businesses

are owned by foreign nationals?

You know
that's simply not true.

Well, it could be.
We don't know.

Tell me about the shooter.

He was brainwashed.

Why would you say
something like that?

Because it's true.

I ran an MRI.

He has an abnormal growth.

This isn't good.

Don, my team is at risk.

You ever heard
of the ghost files?

No, don't answer.
Of course not.

- What ghost files?
- I never asked you that.

No, I'm asking you.

- What?
- What?

Why do I feel
I'm in a Beckett play

when I talk to you?

I don't know
who that is, okay?

The murders: a patsy,

innocent man on the street,

a perpetrator we know
next to nothing about,

but people end up dead.

Lovely.

A man we sent in to infiltrate
Red Flag last year

died when a taxi
swerved into him,

killing them both.

Another one of our informants?

Gutted by his cleaning lady,

who then slit
her own throat.

The only evidence linking
these two killings?

A bump in the brain.

"Not good" is
a bit of an understatement.

Well, I'm sure
you can handle it.

I mean,
you're always telling me

how special
your people are, Rosen.

Yes, and you could have
told me about this before.

"I swear on my mother's grave"?

She was cremated.

Go get the ghost
before he gets someone else.

[Elevator bell dings]

[Knock at door]

You're late.
Four minutes.

I got held up.

I couldn't get a positive I.D.
on any of them.

Checked federal records,
other sources.

Even DMV.

There's nothing there.

They've been scrubbed.

This will do.

I have one more thing
to pass on.

Our superiors are worried,

and they want to
accelerate the schedule.

I told them I work
on my own schedule.

I've planned this out
with extreme precision.

Your arrival today has thrown
everything off.

It was just four minutes.

I'll tell you what,

it won't happen again.

No, it won't.

This time, you will follow
my instructions exactly.

Follow the light, please.

And back.

Thank you.

[Handcuffs clank]

Who are you?

I am a doctor.

My name is Lee Rosen.

Can you tell me
what day it is?

I'm not
telling you anything.

Look, this obviously
isn't a hospital,

so who exactly
are you people?

What's this?

You can trust me,
Mr. Hicks.

I'm trying to help you.

I'm giving you
an injection of topirimate.

It interrupts messages
from your basal ganglia,

countering any effects
of forced induction.

Yeah, but I am more interested
in your blackouts.

You left work
in the middle of the day?

How do you know about that?

What was the last thing
you remember?

Please, Mr. Hicks,
this is very important.

What was the last thing you
remember before you blacked out?

My, uh...

My phone rang,

and, I don't know,
there was a sound,

like a tone or something.

And then?
What?

And then, uh...

And then I don't know.

I guess
it was the next day.

And anything else?

Say, for example, aphasia?

Excuse me?

Difficulty reading,
hearing wrong words.

How could
you possibly know that?

Mr. Hicks, please,
in your own words,

tell me
what you experienced.

I, uh...
I couldn't--

I couldn't understand
what anyone was saying.

All the words,
even the ones on the billboards,

they just kept
saying the same thing...

[Overlapping voices]
Time to kill, Hicks?

Over and over again.

[Older woman's voice]
Time to kill. Time to kill.

Look, what's wrong with me?

- Uh, nothing.
- Nothing?

If nothing's wrong with me,
why am I locked up?

You killed a man,
Mr. Hicks.

[Cash register beeps]

Kill yourself.

Hey, what are you doin'?

You don't think
that stuff, man.

No, no, stop, stop.

That stuff's gonna kill ya!

W-what are you doin'?

You can't drink
that stuff! Stop!

[Gagging]

So you're saying
that I was brainwashed?

Yes, uh...

The aphasia is incidental.

It's a mere side effect
of the location of the lesion.

Look, assuming
I actually believe you,

why would someone do this to me?

Because you are an Alpha.

I'm a what?

You have
a, uh, neurological difference

that confers
some exceptional advantage.

But you are not alone.

Everyone on this unit
is just like you, Cameron.

They are all Alphas.

No, I'm...
I'm not an Alpha.

Well, disregard the term
for the time being.

Surely you have wondered

where your incredible gifts
come from?

Is it normal to pitch
two perfect games in a row?

Yeah, and not throw
another strike

until they boot my ass
down to double-a ball?

No, it's not normal, doc,

but it sure as hell
isn't a gift.

Well, your hyperkinesis,
it's a delicate instrument,

and when it falls
out of tune,

it crashes.

All Alpha skills
come with a downside, Cameron.

[Scoffs] I'm sorry, okay?

- This whole thing is just...
- It's hard to believe.

Yeah, a little bit.

Would you do me a favor

and buy me a soda?

[Coins clinking]

Seriously?

Yes, here.

Please.

But, uh, do it, uh...

Do it from here, hmm?

Come on.

Look, I'm a good shot,
but that's impossible.

Well, try.

[Coin clatters on floor]
Okay?

Again.

[Coin clatters]
Look, this is stupid.

Our minds are capable
of so much more than you think.

Again.

[Coin clangs in slot]

No.

[Coin clangs in slot]

You focus on the moments

when your remarkable skill
fails you,

but the potential is there
clearly.

[Chuckles]

[Coin clinks in slot]

[Soda drops]

What do you want from me?

You didn't send your team
out to hunt me down

just to, uh, give me
this little therapy session.

You have barely
scratched the surface

of what you are capable of.

Okay. So, if this "Ghost"
is actually involved,

how do you track him?

Well, all his
former proxies are dead.

Mr. Hicks would not be alive
if his work were complete,

if this ghost was not planning
on using him again.

So I answer the phone,
then what?

Oh, you just go out there
and kill someone else.

Bill, please.

Sounds like
a really good plan to me.

Do you have another idea?

This is not the time.
Thank You.

To answer your question,
Mr. Hicks,

Gary is our transducer,

which means that he can read
a wide range of frequencies,

including television, Wi-Fi,
and cell phone transmissions...

Except for Nokia.

It's a different protocol.

So when the call comes in,

Gary will trace the signal
back to its source.

By scanning
local antenna towers,

I can create a splash grid.

Oh. I'm the Cold Charlie.

What?

It's a way
of flushing out snipers.

You put your helmet on the end
of your rifle,

stick it out there.

Sniper takes a shot.

You clock his position,
you nail him.

The helmet on the end
of the rifle,

that's the Cold Charlie,

and that's me, right?

He is good.
He catches on quick.

Well, I don't see
that we have much choice.

You are aware, Mr. Hicks,

that if the Gost
is still out there,

you are very much at risk.

All right.

Gary, you got
a lock on his cell?

Yes, I do.

You do.

Yes.

OK. I know this like
the back of my hand.

I'm not gonna argue
this point.

It's a process issue, Lee.
Okay?

We're moving into
a whole new line of work here.

You can't hire amateurs
for this type of deal.

You just can't.

Bill, there is no technological
equivalent of what Gary does,

and he understands
his role very very well.

But he is a non pro.

OK. They all are and
they have no tatical training.
We can't afford ....

I understand
your frustration, Bill.

They can't carry firearms,
the equipment is--

Needs improvement, yes.

I'm actually jotting
this down as we speak.

It's, uh...

You know, it's very constructive.

"Constructive"?

Yes, I hear your concerns,

and I will address them.

You know what? You're
using that shrink voice again.

What voice is that?

If you keep doing that,
I'm gonna hang up on you.

Are you anxious
about this operation,

or is it something else...

[Phone beeps]

Water okay?

Sorry. It's, uh,
the strongest thing I got.

That's a cute kid.

Is that the ex?

Yeah. It's Patti,

back when she used
to put up with my crap.

Comes with the territory.

Yeah,
Rosen gave me that speech.

Of course,
the whole "downside" speech.

You spent more
than five minutes with him,

so why wouldn't he?

Yeah?

So, uh, what's yours?

What's my what?

What, no, uh...
no downside for you?

Well, I don't count toothpicks
or cut myself,

if that's
what you're getting at.

No, but, um...

I live rent-free
in a penthouse in SOHO.

I do what I want,
take what I need,

don't answer to anyone.

Except Rosen.

Yeah, I work for Rosen.

Yeah,
so you answer to him.

It's a job.

Right, just, uh...

Just punching
the clock, huh?

Look, if there's
something you want to know,

you just ask.

I'm just saying.

Most people,
if they could do what you do...

Would what?

But not you.

You work with Rosen,
you're here helping me out.

Maybe I'm just
a really nice person.

[Laughs]

I don't know.

Are you?

No.

[Both laugh]

[Cell phone rings]

What do I do?
[Ringing]

Answer it.

[Ringing]

Hello?

[Rapid beeping]

Okay, so what do I do?

Give him the topirimate.

You sure this'll work?

Well, conceivably,
one could also stimulate

a primal emotional response
to overwhelm the programming.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just, uh, back up,
what?

Just give him the shot.

Okay.

[Groans]

[Panting]

Okay, you're fine.

Uh, Gary?
Any luck with the signal?

I got it.

OK. Here they come.

Alright.
Let's head out.

[Overlapping voices,
electronic static]

- How are we doing?
- Gary's trackin' it.

We're close.

It's there.

This is it.
It's here.

It's this.

Coming from the sixth floor.

- You're sure?
- Yes.

Okay, we've got
a Midtown hotel location.

I'm gonna put the team in place,
then move in.

Copy that?

I-I'll be right there.

- Nina, with me.
- Yeah.

Rachel, I need you
to stay here

and make sure the car
does not get towed.

Okay.

Gary, I need you
to keep feeding me intel.

I need to know
if he moves an inch.

Yes, intel.

How can I help?

You can help by not
killing anyone today.

The guy brainwashed me.
Harken, I can help.

You can take these off
when it's over.

Rachel.
Let's go, Nina.

I'm going up to six.

Let me know when
you get a room number.

Can you hear me?

Uh-huh.

Yes. Signal isn't moving.

I need a list of your current
guests on the sixth floor?

Uh, I don't know
what that is,

and I'm gonna need
a search warrant.

Right.

Oh.

Look, here's my search warrant

right...here.

Here...Here...

This is a search warrant.

Let me get
that information for you.

[Elevator bell dings]

I need a room number,
Nina.

Yeah,
I'm workin' on it. Bill.

Single guests, been here
for longer than a week.

Okay, I'm trying.
Just give me one second.

I need that damn
room number.

[Elevator bell dings]

[Whispering]
I got a bellhop here.

I'm almost there, Bill.

Just keep
your panties on.

Nina,
I need the number.

Okay, room 613.

Room 613.
Room 613.

That's the room
the bellman just went in.

I'm goin' in.

[Groans]

Come on, Rachel, look,
he's gonna need some help.

You gotta let me out.
Please.

I can't.

[Grunts]

[Groans]

Get down!
[Gunshot]

[Woman screams]

[Gunshot]

I lost him!

West stairwell.

Rachel, come on,
he's getting away!

All right.

Get your guys
to block all these exits.

Don't let anyone through.

Excuse me, what?

Tell your guys
to block these exits.

Come on, get these
exits blocked.

- Yeah, I need this, too.
- Okay.

Hicks!

- I'm on him!
- Hicks!

Hey!

Come on, come on,
come on.

Hicks?

I got him!

- All right, get up.
- [Groans]

Nice and easy.

Nice and easy.

[Elevator bell dings]

[Crowd exclaims, murmurs]

Down, get down,
get down!

- Ohh!
- Stop!

I got him!

[Patrons exclaiming]

Stop!

No!

Oh, my God,
he just jumped.

All right, copy that.

What happened?

Where am I?

It's over.
You okay?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Yeah, any available
for traffic control in Midtown,

gimme a 20.

[Background chatter]

Has the victim
been IDed yet?

When we have more information,
we'll let you know, ma'am.

[Police radio chatter]

I don't know.
It doesn't make sense to me.

Why would he would jump?

You okay?

Yeah, just...

bad memories.

Right.

I try to stop him.

Yeah. I know.

It doesn't add up.

This is crazy.

Oh, look.

Look, here's
the angle of the shot,

just as you said.

Every single moment
was planned.

Yeah. Well, I've
has several patients

who have exhibited this kind of
obsessive-compulsive behavior.

One fellow was having
a heart attack,

but he refused to get
into the ambulance,

because there's a No. 13
in the licence plate.

I would like
to take this with us.

Gray suits.

Gray suit, dark coat.

Look at this.

Strange that someone with
such a compulsive methodology

would deviate from it.

Using Hicks a second time.

Yes.

Whoever he was after must have
been extremely important.

You okay?

I'll be fine.
Thanks.

You did good.

No, I made a mess
of this thing.

I should have
kept it more contained.

Yeah, I guess in that case,
you blew it.

We're heading back
to the office.

Rosen wants me to stay
and spin the story,

so you guys go ahead.

Leaving the part
about the alphas

and the brainwashing out?

Good luck with that.

Tell me about it.

You did a good job,
Hicks.

Thanks.

Nina, I need both of you
in the van, okay?

Sure.

I was just trying
to make sure

no one got hurt, and--

Oh, I understand, Bill.
Thank you.

I have no idea
what you're asking me,

but I don't know.

Okay?
What are you lookin' at?

It would've been nice
to get some scans.

You think so?

It also would be nice
if I didn't have

every department in the city

asking for explanations
I can't give.

Are you upset, Don?

Home team
won this one, didn't it?

I can have
two conflicting emotions

at the same time, Rosen.

I'm complicated that way.

And don't think I've forgotten
about your shooter.

I know
how your mind works.

You do?

We're coming for him.

Uh, we should talk
about that.

We just did.

Uh, Don, he...

He was a big help to us,

and I think I can help him.

I don't care. Go.

Something still
does not make sense.

The Ghost chose proxies who
were consistently average.

Housekeeper,
taxicab driver,

man on the street.

But this time,
he chooses an Alpha.

Hicks is the only one
who makes that shot.

Yes,
and that's just it.

This plan is so complex

and was executed perfectly.

It was bound to draw
some attention.

Maybe he got sloppy.

[Laughs] No.

No, that is very unlikely.

So what happens to Hicks?

Wilson sends him
to the compound?

Oh, I don't think so.

He's not a prisoner.

And Wilson
sees the distinction?

Well, there are rules,
Nina.

Bill is right.

We simply
can't keep him here.

And he helped us.

The man shot
a federal witness.

The situation
is a bit more complicated.

Was it complicated with me?

Nina, that was
a long time ago,

before any of this.

You can't compare the two.

I think I just did.

[Beeping]

Who's Tyler?

What's a South bar?

Wh- he's my kid.

He's a pitcher.

Gary, don't read my texts.

You still here?

Yeah. Rosen said
he wanted to talk, so...

Maybe you
should come back tomorrow.

I mean,
he could be a while.

You think?

I'm taking Gary home.
I'll drop you off.

No, Dr. Rosen
is driving me.

Change of plans.
We should go.

Yeah, sure.

[Car alarm chirps]

[Laughs] Nice ride.

Thanks.
I borrowed it.

No.

No, no.

Gary, you okay?

No, no.

No, it's back again.

Gary, what's back?

It's back again.

The...

The signal!
Yellow and blue!

The signal! The signal!

Hang on
do you see something?

Gary, calm down.

It's the cell phone!
The cell phone!

What? The Ghost?

- Yes! Yes!
- Gary, are you sure?

Yes, he's here!

Gary, look at me.
Gary.

What direction?

There. He's over there.

Okay, okay, okay.

Hey, take care of him.
And warn Rosen!

Gary, get in the car
and lock the door, okay?

I need the keys.

No, just get in the car!
I'm serious!

10 and 2 o'clock.

[Cell phone rings]

[Ringing]

Hello, Don.

I know what you're
going to say--

Rosen, stop. That's not
what I called about.

We've got a big problem.

We got the wrong body.

Guy who jumped off the roof
wasn't the Ghost.

It was the damn bellhop.

Are you sure?

I'm looking
at him right now.

Which raises the question,

who was the guy in the room,
and where is he now?

We had it all wrong.

The whole case was a setup
from the very beginning.

Why else
the miracle shot?

Why choose an Alpha?
We were supposed to find it.

Hicks was the Cold Charlie.

[Fabric tears]

[Gasping]

We thought we were using Hicks
to draw out the Ghost,

but Red Flag was using
him all along

to identify their real target.

What real target?

Come on, Don,

who's done more to disrupt
Red Flag's operations?

Who's the biggest thorn
in their side?

Us!

Okay,
we don't have the Ghost.

Now the Ghost is after us.

How about
your man in the room,

did he see him?
Rosen, what about Harken?

Can he help us out?

I'm afraid it's too late
for that, Don.

[Screams]

Be still!

Hey! Let her go!

Not a step closer,
Mr. Hicks,

or she dies.

Bill?

Bill, try and hear me.

Bill, I am your friend.

I am your friend, Bill.

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking you can make
that shot without hitting her.

- But I know you.
- No, you don't know me.

I've researched you
extensively.

Never fire a shot in combat.

Without my hand to guide you,

you're helpless.

Every time the pressure's on,
you fall apart.

I am your friend, Bill.

Bill.

Kill me.

Please, kill us all.

Stop!

Bill?

Look at me.
Bill.

[Echoing]
Look at me.

Listen to me.

Don't do it.

Don't kill him.

Bill.

It's not working, Nina.
He's...

He's too far gone.

Bill. Bill, please.

You know who I am.

I am your friend.

Bill, please.

The only way you make that
shot is if I tell you to.

Now, you let me go,

I let her go.

It's as easy as...

[Gunshot,
bullet ricochets]

[Rachel gasping]

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

[Panting]

You're on the wrong side
of this, Hicks.

What?

You're on
the wrong side of this.

There are still a few traces
of anomalous activity

in the prefrontal cortex,

but it's
substantially diminished.

The lesion seems
to be dissolving.

And you, how are you?

I'm gonna be okay.

Good.

The side effects shouldn't
last more than a few days,

but you have experienced
significant trauma.

And in the coming weeks,

you may find emotions
welling up inside you,

feelings of, uh,

well, sadness

and, of course, fatigue.

I'll keep that in mind,
Oprah.

My door is always open,
Bill.

Thanks, Dr. Rosen.

How are you?

I heard
you snuck one on me.

Glad to see you
back to normal.

You want a ride, H.?

You people did some
really good work.

Oh. Is that a compliment,
Don?

Uh!
It's a breakthrough for you.

I am just softening ...

What's this?

I need you to take
a look into these.

More Alphas?

Some are, some aren't.
You tell me.

Well. Our situation has
become a bit more complicated.

Well. If you remember when
you first asked me to
put this team together.

You guaranteed our anonymity.

And now,
we have been unmasked.

No more leaving
your door unlocked.

Which leaves me wondering,

how are going to deal with
these potential threats,

given our current resources.

Oh ... Don't turn this into
a thing about money.

My budget's been stretched.

No. No. It's not about money.

It's about having
the personnel to do
what you want me to do.

And now you say
we're in harm's way.

Smoothie?

No. I am good.

You are a serendipitous bastard.
You know that?

Uh ... I know you feel
that way about me.

Don't start on me with the
question on question thing.

You know what I mean.
You are a serendipitous bastard.

Fine. I am serendipitous.

OK. You win.
This time.

Let's see how it goes. But eh ..
.. this is not a final decision.

I'm not sure I know what
we are talking about here.

Yeah. You do.

[Background chatter]

[Bat clanks]

- Oh...
- Nice hit!

[Distant clapping]

He has your arm.

Ah, not quite.

Well, maybe
with practice, hmm?

Maybe.

Ah, it's hard being apart
from them, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, but, I mean,
I get it.

I drive her nuts.

Well, it's not entirely
your fault, is it?

Patti has no idea
what you go through.

Something you
want to tell me, doc?

There is so much
that I can do to help you,

and there's much
that you can do to help us.

Yeah, I know.

And, look, I appreciate it.

Really, I do, Dr. Rosen.
I know you got my back.

Well, I'm not asking...

No, I know
what you're asking.

Believe me, I get it.

But I worked
for the government before.

Didn't really turn out.

- Well, Cameron...
- The thing is, I just, uh...

Just kind of always been
better off on my own, you know?

- Of course. I completely understand.
- Thanks.

But you did murder
a federal prisoner.

Wait.
I couldn't control that.

You--you of all people
know that.

Yes, I know that,

and you know that.

But there
are other parties

that might not be
so understanding.

No, the best place
for you now is with us,

where I can protect you.

Come by tomorrow.
We'll get you situated.

You're back on the mound,
Mr. Hicks.

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