FBI: Most Wanted (2020–…): Season 4, Episode 6 - Patent Pending - full transcript
The team must dive into the world of psychedelics to find the killer or a tech entrepreneur.
- Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.
There you are.
- What the hell?
- I'm looking for Molly.
- What?
- Molly.
- It's 30 a point.
Not here.
Meet me around back.
- Look, just... Just take
my wallet, all right?
- Oh, come on.
Oh, thank God you're here.
Look, is there a magic word
I need to say to
turn this thing on?
- Oh, yeah. That's easy.
Just go TV, receiver...
source, channel, select.
Alakazam.
- Yeah, so my first
new roommate purchase
will be a universal remote.
- Just don't delete my
"Jeopardy!" recordings.
I like to play along after work.
- All right.
You're up pretty early.
- Yeah.
- Everything OK?
- Yeah, I had my
incident debrief meeting
off the Ollie
Wallace kidnapping.
- You were kidnapped too.
- Ray, the only thing
worse than being forced
to talk about my
feelings for an hour
would be rehashing the
conversation with you.
- Boundaries.
Understood.
So did the shrink give
you the all-clear?
- Yeah.
She made me fill
a prescription...
Some anti-anxiety meds.
I mean, it's a low dose,
only take it as you need,
but it's just annoying
that she thinks I do.
- Well, you've
been through a lot.
- It's part of the job, man.
I don't need drugs
to deal with it.
You know, there were two other
agents waiting to talk to her.
I'm sure it just makes
her feel really important.
- Or she's just trying to help.
I don't
need her help.
Hey, Remy. What's up?
- So late last night,
tech entrepreneur
and political
activist Alan Mitchell
was abducted from a rave
at an abandoned
warehouse in Greenpoint.
- He made his money in fintech.
Now, Mitchell runs a
venture capital fund
when he's not
greasing palms in D.C.
- He was drugged and
driven across state lines
to his house in
Greenwich, Connecticut,
where kidnappers
stabbed him to death.
- Why is a billionaire partying
with a bunch of 20-somethings
in a bombed-out
warehouse in Brooklyn?
- Possibly to score drugs.
One of the partygoers
who claims Mitchell tried
to buy Molly off of him
witnessed the abduction.
- He ID'd the van our unsub
used to take Mitchell.
And all we got was a
partial plate and this guy.
- So we're chasing
Mr. Mustard Gas.
- It's definitely a look.
- Are we thinking this
is a targeted robbery?
- Or maybe something political?
- The murder was
extremely violent,
so it could be he's trying
to send some kind of message.
- Hana, run the partial plates.
See if we can track
down this van.
Barnes and Ray, take
the crime scene.
Kris and I will head over
to Mitchell's office.
- All right, how do we know
Mitchell was drugged
before he was taken?
- NYPD found the
rag that was used
to knock him out at the scene.
- Well, I can speak from
firsthand experience.
It's not a fun way to fly.
- No, it was soaked
in scopolamine,
the so-called zombie drug.
- Unbelievable.
Coke and ecstasy aren't
enough these days?
- It was also
"Psychonaut Safari,"
so God knows what
these people were on.
- Unless it's an
18-year-old single malt
or a French Cabernet,
just say no, homeys.
That's my lesson for the day.
- If you look at Mitchell's
surveillance video,
you'll notice the
damnedest thing.
Give somebody this scopolamine,
they'll do whatever you ask.
Take them to the ATM,
they'll empty their whole
bank accounts for you.
- Or open their
safe, apparently.
Take a screengrab
and send it to the
rest of the team.
- Here's where it
gets really weird.
- Mitchell doesn't
even fight back.
- Can I see the safe, please?
- Yeah, it's over here.
- Whatever Mitchell
kept in this safe,
our unsub didn't
want it to be found.
- Excuse me, can you send
the contents of this safe
to the Questioned
Documents Unit?
- Sure.
- Let's see if they
can salvage anything.
- Yeah.
- I'm sorry. I
don't recognize him.
- Do you know why your boss
was at a rave last night?
- Mr. Mitchell was
what's known as a burner.
Since 2017, he's
been a yearly fixture
at an outdoor festival.
- I know what Burning
Man is, Miss Reyes.
Not everyone in the FBI
irons their underwear.
- Well, some of
Mr. Mitchell's camp
throw warehouse
parties in Brooklyn.
Elaborately themed,
all-night raves.
Heavy on the EDM,
light on the clothing.
- Rich people party
so weird, right?
- I don't judge.
- Did Mitchell receive
any threats lately?
Are you kidding?
In addition to making
or breaking companies
with our VC investments,
he's been personally
bankrolling multiple super PACs,
backing pro-business
political candidates.
- So he had enemies on
both sides of the aisle?
- Looks like your boss
liquidated $50 million
into cash on hand two weeks ago.
- What do you suppose he
was looking to bankroll
with that money?
- Mr. Mitchell was
extremely private
about his personal investments.
There are rules.
- All right.
Look. We're not
the SEC, all right?
We're just trying to catch the
guy who murdered your boss.
- Knowing Mitchell,
he was about to invest big...
One lump sum into
whatever he thought
the next hot startup would be.
- Hey, Hana.
- I found a gray
Ford Econoline van
matching our partial
plate sequence.
It's registered to a
nonprofit in Hudson Valley.
I'm heading there now.
- All right.
Rendezvous with Barnes and
Ray. Call squad for backup.
And, Hana, you sure you're
OK being back in the field?
- No place I'd rather be.
- Happy to hear.
- What is this place?
- Tax records say
it's a 501 called
Psychedelic Wilderness School.
- Yeah, well, it must be fall
break because nobody's home.
- I got eyes on someone.
Sir, FBI. We need to talk.
- You good, roomie?
- Yeah, I'm ready.
- Sir, FBI!
Let's move in.
- Hands in the air!
- FBI!
Don't shoot.
What the hell's going on?
- Mr. McCann, do you
recognize this man?
- That's Jake Cooley.
He's a student here at the
school my wife and I run.
- And what kind of
educational opportunities
does a psychedelic
wilderness school offer?
- Well, we have a
guide training program
that teaches students
how to work with clients
in expanded states
of consciousness.
- People on drugs?
- It's all legal, though.
- Psychedelic therapy, right?
Yeah, I read that's
pretty cutting edge stuff.
- Yeah, it is.
My wife, Becca, is
an amazing chemist.
We run clinical trials on
her synthetic psilocybin
here at PWS.
- Magic mushrooms?
- There's a lot of
money to be made off
of delivering safe,
approved medicines
derived from
psychoactive compounds.
- No sign of the missing
man or our fugitive.
- Oh, Jake's a
scholarship student here.
He couldn't afford
tuition, so Becca has him
working part-time as a handyman.
That's why he has
access to our van.
- Yeah, well, your handyman
stabbed a guy to death
last night.
- What?
- Yeah.
Alan Mitchell.
- No, I've never
seen him before.
- What else can you
tell us about Jake?
- Not much. I don't
work with the students.
I just handle the books.
Becca runs the school.
- And where is Becca?
- She's out of town on work.
The shroom boom keeps her
pretty busy these days.
I could get Jake's file for
you, if that would help.
- That would be
great. Yes, please.
Mr. McCann, thank you.
- Jake's DMV photo.
- OK, I'll get a BOLO out.
- I'll run his cell
and his last known.
Ray, can you alert
Remy and Kristin?
- Yep.
- I can't believe Jake listed
me as his emergency contact.
- Why? You're his half-sister.
- We lost touch back in 2008
when our mom, Victoria, died.
- Sorry for your loss.
- Don't be.
The selfish bitch threw
herself off the Hudson Gorge.
- Does Jake have any
history of violence?
No acting out, picking
fights with strangers,
that sort of thing?
- No.
He was always a sweet kid.
He just gets sad sometimes.
- Did he suffer from the same
demons that plagued your mom?
- Yeah.
That crap gets passed
down, you know?
- Yeah.
- Did he seem worse off the
last time you spoke to him?
Any talk of self-harm?
- Absolutely not.
No matter how dark things
got, Jake faced them head-on.
He was fearless,
not like our mom.
His room's back that way.
Is it all right
if I wait outside?
- Of course.
We'll just be a minute.
- Got some tears
in these bedsheets.
They look like knife strikes.
What's all this?
- It's an altar, I think,
some kind of shrine
to focus on during
psychedelic trips,
complete with a sacred vessel
to drink a hallucinogen from.
- Yeah. Far out, man.
- My ex, Carmen, was a little...
Took me to an ayahuasca
ceremony once,
right off the Vegas strip.
I cried like a baby.
- Did you?
Did you find God?
- Carmen might have.
I was just lucky to find
a bucket to hurl in.
Look.
His experiences must have
been pretty impactful for him.
Look at the notes he kept.
I'll go through it and see if
there's any information here
that can help us.
- I think it's safe to
say that Alan Mitchell
is not a target of opportunity.
This was definitely planned.
So much for peace,
love, and understanding.
- This Jake is one
troubled young man.
- Yeah, and look at
those two empty frames.
Maybe there's two more targets.
- Hey, Mitchell is dead.
You need to call me back now.
The FBI was here.
I'm so freaked out,
I'm even thinking
of taking one of your pills.
Call me back, OK?
Hello?
Is someone there?
Hello?
Hello?
Who is that?
- It looks very similar
to the Mitchell murder.
- No sign of the
murder weapon yet.
He probably used the same knife.
- Hey, guys. I got something.
Looks like Jake went
on a little prescription-pill
Easter egg hunt last night.
- He's an addict
looking for drugs?
- I don't think so.
He discarded the safety caps
but took the pill
bottles with him.
- Maybe he's
destroying evidence.
- He might have
flushed the whole lot.
- Hana, did we recover
Leon's cell yet?
- Not yet. I'm calling it now.
- He didn't flush everything.
I found this on the
table in the other room.
- Please, can someone
tell me what's going on?
- Who's that?
- Why can't I come...
Why can't I come inside?
- That is Leon's wife.
- I have students here.
My husband is here.
Please tell me what's happening.
None of this makes any sense.
Jake barely knew my husband.
- We believe he also murdered
a man named Alan Mitchell.
- Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
I don't even know who that is.
- We're sorry to
have to ask this,
but did you and Jake have
any romantic entanglements?
- Absolutely not.
I am a married woman.
Jake saw me more as a
maternal figure, Agent Scott.
- We're aware of
his mother's death.
- Jake has treatment-resistant
depression,
same as his mother, Victoria.
After her suicide,
he went on a merry-go-round
of antidepressants.
Nothing worked.
- Your husband mentioned
that Jake was some sort
of scholarship student.
- He couldn't
afford our program,
so I made him the
handyman here on campus.
He also did odd jobs
around our house...
Painting, gardening,
that kind of thing.
- Seems like a pretty
blurry boundary.
- We're a nontraditional school.
When another student
brought Jake here
to try my synthetic psilocybin,
a ten-hour trip
brought him further
than ten years of therapy.
Psychedelics saved Jake's life.
Or at least I thought they did.
- Our condolences,
Mrs. McCann.
Call me if you think
of anything else.
- Hey!
What you doing?
Put that back.
- Sorry, Mom.
- OK, right. I'll hold.
- Got a tip from
Westchester County Police.
A man matching
Jake's description
just broke into
his mother's grave.
- Does Westchester
have eyes on Jake?
- No, he assaulted
the gravedigger,
almost killed the poor
guy, then stole his truck.
- All right, we'll put
out an APB on his vehicle.
- What did Jake
take from the grave?
- Apparently, his
mother's ashes.
- Somebody needs
to tell this guy
Halloween was two weeks ago.
- Was it a side effect
from the drugs he stole?
- I mean, I took LSD
one time in college,
and I watched wallpaper dance.
I didn't go around
robbing graves.
One time, huh?
- Wait.
November 11th?
Today would have been
Mommy Dearest's birthday.
- Then, maybe that's
what triggered Jake.
- Well, according
to Becca McCann,
his mother's death did
cause his depression.
- That was QDU.
They were able to salvage
some of the burned documents
in Allen Mitchell's safe.
I sent you the file.
- It looks like a pitch
deck for series A funding
for a startup
called Rega Health.
- It's a biotech firm run
by Swedish wonderboy
Magnus Karlsson.
- That must be the company
Mitchell was thinking
of investing 50 million in.
- Yeah, hold on.
Maybe Rega Health makes RH-24.
- Sorry about all the chaos,
but our angel investor was
murdered two nights ago.
- Mm, Alan Mitchell?
- Yes.
He had verbally committed to
coming on as founding partner.
Promised 50 million
before he was killed.
- All right, look, I'm actually
here to talk about Leon McCann.
- What about Leon?
Is he all right?
- No, he was found
dead this morning,
murdered by the same
guy that killed Alan.
- That can't be true.
Leon called me last night.
- Was he an investor too?
- No, he's my friend.
We went to university together.
This is awful.
- What can you tell
me about this pill?
We found it in Leon's office.
Is this one of Rega's products?
- RH-24.
It's the flagship of our fleet.
A synthetic psilocybin
that we our fast-tracking
for FDA approval.
- Synthetic psilocybin?
That sounds a lot like the pill
that Becca McCann developed.
- Well, we had competing
patents for a time,
but that's all
been taken care of.
- Taken care of how?
- We acquired
the McCanns' school and all
existing IPs two weeks ago,
after the judge approved
their separation agreement.
- What separation?
- Leon and Becca were
getting divorced.
Didn't you know that?
- I can give you her address.
She lives in Stone Ridge.
- Good boy.
That's a good boy, Jake.
- Can I be done now?
I need to be done.
- We can't stop yet.
- I did what you asked.
I killed them both.
Why did I kill them?
- Because they
took everything...
My work, my livelihood,
my future.
Just like your mother
took everything
when she abandoned you
and killed herself.
Drink this.
- No, please. I don't
want any more of that.
- It's the only way, Jake.
You trust me, don't you?
- The only way out is through.
- Exactly.
Did you bring me
what I asked you for?
- The ashes? Yeah.
- Thank you.
I know this must have
been so hard, Jake.
Now...
You can really say goodbye.
Don't be sad.
Victoria abandoned you,
but I never will.
I'm your mother now.
Come here.
Oh, come here.
- Thank you.
- Let's find out why
Rebecca lied to us.
- It's our stolen work truck.
- I'll cover out back.
- Jake could still be inside.
Rebecca McCann!
Jake Cooley!
FBI!
Anything?
- Clear.
- Nothing.
Nobody's here.
- The candle wax is still hot.
Looks like we just
missed the pajama party.
- No sign of a struggle.
Becca's Subaru is
missing from the garage.
I just put a BOLO out.
- You think Jake kidnapped her?
- Maybe.
Becca said Jake sees
her as a mother figure.
But what if he's
in love with her,
kills her husband
in a jealous rage
to keep her all for himself?
- Except they're already
getting a divorce.
- And it doesn't explain
killing Mitchell.
Becca lied to us
about her marriage
and the school.
Then her soon-to-be ex
and the man looking to
finance a rival patent
wind up murdered by
her star student.
Could be they were
in this together.
- But Jake's doing
all the dirty work.
How's she making him do that?
- This might have
something to do with it.
- What's Mr. Ibogaine?
- I have no idea.
Whatever it is, maybe
Becca is using it
to dose him, to control him.
Looks like it was created
by Becca and a J. Bleckley.
- Why don't you two
see if you can find out
who this Bleckley is?
- Becca and I used to
work together as chemists
for a very long time.
- Do you know about her
current job, Dr. Bleckley?
Yes.
I was the one that introduced
her to psychedelics,
though she's long
overtaken my expertise.
- We think she may have
convinced her student
to kill her husband
and another man
over a dispute about a patent.
- I used to tell Becca
that she reminded me
of liquid bromine in
the lab... Volatile.
She was convinced
her husband's friend,
Magnus Karlsson,
copied her formula for
synthetic psilocybin.
He calls it RH-24.
- And as a chemist,
what do you think?
- That you shouldn't be
able to patent a mushroom.
But Becca was probably right.
I mean, Magnus'
crystalized salt forms
were identical to hers.
He was patent trolling.
- And what else can you
tell us about Mr. Ibogaine?
What makes it
different to RH-24?
- It's a synthesis that
Becca and I developed.
She thought it was
a breakthrough.
I disagreed.
- Why is that?
- Ibogaine is much
stronger than psilocybin.
People use it to
confront mental blocks.
It creates a deep, often
emotionally painful trip.
Becca liked it 'cause
it made her clients
like putty in her hands.
- Well, that sounds dangerous.
- It is.
It can create a heart attack
if you're not careful.
A powerful medicine that
is not to be trifled with.
- And what about
Becca's student?
Could she use Mr. Ibogaine
to talk him into murder?
- Given the right regimen,
she could talk him
into almost anything.
Psychedelics make the
user highly suggestible.
- So what's the motive
for murder here?
We know the school and that
pill were Becca's life's work
but also community property.
When they were sold,
Becca was furious,
especially when she
found out the buyer
was her husband's college
buddy, Magnus Karlsson,
at Rega Health.
- If Becca blames
Mitchell and her husband,
she probably blames Magnus too.
- Exactly.
Ray is on the way to
his office right now.
- So we know this is
a trigger for Becca,
but she's not the one
knifing people to death.
So what about Jake?
- Well, he's under her control.
She's been feeding him ibogaine,
which makes people
highly suggestible.
- So he's some sort
of Frankenstein?
- Mm, that mixed with
the Manson family.
What's all that?
- Jake made hundreds of entries
into these journals, OK?
So his trips are like
religious experiences,
and Becca controls when, where,
and how he communes
with the mystics.
- Sounds like a lot of sway.
- Right? Almost godlike.
- Ray, you got eyes on Magnus?
- Oh, the office is empty.
Lady at the desk says they
all went to Hotel Anderson.
- For what?
- She's a temp.
She doesn't know.
- OK.
Rega Health has a reservation
in the main ballroom
at the Anderson today.
There's an investment
presentation at 10:00 a.m.,
and the keynote speaker
is Magnus Karlsson.
- If Becca thinks he
stole her patent...
- She's gonna make him
pay one way or another.
- Ray, alert PD
and meet us there.
- Copy that.
- What's that?
- What does it look like, Jake?
- Do you even know
how to use a gun?
- I'm a woman of many talents.
Hey, how's your head?
- Uh, it's kind of fuzzy still.
Is that normal?
- Yeah.
Yeah, let's get breakfast,
and you'll be fine.
- No. No more ibogaine.
- We can't stop now, Jake.
- I keep seeing Leon's face.
- This is gonna help with that.
Hey.
Hey.
I am here for you.
Yeah, you're gonna be fine.
Good boy.
Come here. Come here.
Come here.
- Mr. Karlsson.
Remy Scott, FBI.
Becca and Jake may
be inside the hotel.
- Do you have proof of that?
- No.
But it's highly likely
you're the next target.
- There are agents and
cops at every door.
I worked too long and too hard
to turn back now, Agent Scott.
I need this money, and I
need this presentation.
I'll be fine.
- Dumbass.
Anyone have a visual yet?
- No sign of Jake or Becca.
- Is Magnus aware
of the situation?
- He says the show must go on.
- It is pretty impressive...
Glossy magazines,
branded water bottles.
- Post-money up-round
equity multipliers.
- Was that English?
- I pay attention, and I listen.
In fact, I'm thinking
about getting in on
the ground floor.
- You're gonna need
more than your paycheck
to buy in here, Rook.
- Kristin, any luck?
- Still no sign
of Becca's Subaru.
- NYPD has roadblocks
and foot patrol in place
around the hotel.
- All right.
Well, we've got
unis at every exit.
We're covering every floor.
If her car's in
here, we'll find it.
- Hana, we open for business?
- Open like a root chakra.
- Any hits on Jake
or Becca's name?
- I've gone through guest
panel, attendees, employees.
Nothing yet.
- What about security cameras?
- I'm slogging through
the footage now,
but it's a pretty big hotel.
- Magnus is about to start.
- Tick tock, people.
- Hello. Thank you for coming.
My name is Magnus Karlsson.
And today, I want to talk to you
about the future
of mental health.
- Remy, we found Becca's Subaru.
We're on P-3 near the
southeast stairwell.
- Scrubbing those cameras now.
- Any sight of our fugitives?
- All right. I may
have something here.
- Talk to me, Kristin.
- It's ibogaine.
- Say again?
- Ibogaine.
They must have a
thousand doses of it.
- What are we
missing here, guys?
- Secure that for me.
- Yeah.
- Becca doesn't need that
much ibogaine to control Jake.
- Maybe they had a plan.
Somebody saw them.
They got spooked.
- They might not
even be in the hotel.
- Despite all of
these obstacles,
our team at Rega persevered.
So now, you... each and every
one of you in this room...
Has the unique opportunity
to share in the
"flutes" of our labor.
Oh, sorry, the fruits.
- Treatment-resistant
depression.
- Becca said that's
what Jake had.
- Guys, what are
we talking about?
- The presentation in here.
- Jake and Becca may have left,
but they were
definitely here earlier.
- How do you know?
- I've got him on video
dressed as a delivery man.
No sign of Becca, but he
signed in as a Vic Dufresne.
- Vic as in Victoria.
Why would he use
his mother's name?
- Maybe Becca made him. She
could be setting him up.
- For what?
What was he delivering?
- I'm not sure, but he signed in
with the company Custom
Hydration Solutions.
- The future is now, my friends.
The psychedelic...
uh, renaissance...
- There's something wrong
with Rega's board members.
- The ren...
Ren... renaissance...
- The water.
- The...
- They drugged the water.
No one drink the water!
- Someone call 911.
- We've been through
the entire hotel.
There's still no sign
of Becca or Jake.
- It looks like only
the board members
were exposed to
the tainted water.
- How's Magnus?
- If he doesn't have
a heart attack on the
way to the hospital,
he will when he realizes
his funding has dried up.
- Just got a credit card
hit from Grand Central.
Jake bought two tickets on the
Metro North 20 minutes ago.
- OK, that narrows it down,
but there are still
multiple lines from there.
- And he could literally
get off at any stop.
- Look, I hate to be that
guy, but we are losing them.
- Hudson line.
- Hudson Gorge.
- Croton-Harmon stop.
- That's where Jake's
mother committed suicide.
- It's worth a shot.
Ray and Barnes with me.
We'll race up the Hudson,
try to catch that train.
You two head back to the MCC
in case we guessed wrong.
- Do you know where we are?
- The gorge.
Mom used to bring me here to
go sledding in the winter.
- That's right,
before she abandoned you.
We did great things
together, you and I.
And now, you just have
to take one final step.
I promise you.
This is gonna make
everything better.
It's time, Jake.
You can do this.
- If we're right
about the gorge,
this all goes back
to Jake's mother.
- That explains
the mother's ashes.
Maybe Becca put
him up to that too.
- Becca said Jake saw
her as a maternal figure.
- Taking on that
role plays directly
into Jake's deepest trauma.
- If she wants to control Jake,
there's no better place to
start your Svengali than there.
- Wait a second.
Jake writes a lot about
a hallucination he had,
that he was there on
the day his mom died.
- That's a horrible
moment to relive.
- In his vision, it's snowing.
She loses her way on a trail.
Where is it?
He's calling out to her.
Here.
"I was yelling, screaming to
follow the sound of my voice,
"but she couldn't hear
me in the whiteout,
"couldn't read
the warning signs.
She never even saw the ledge."
- State police have eyes on a
male and female on the bridge.
- Tell them to stand
down. We're pulling up.
- Good boy, Jake.
You won't feel a
thing. I promise.
Sometimes the only
way out is down.
- FBI! Don't move!
- Thank God you're here.
He tried to kidnap me.
- Is that true, Jake?
- He told me this was
the end of the line.
Move back! He's gonna jump!
- The next words
out of your mouth
better be some inspired-ass
Dalai Lama line
because it's going
on your tombstone.
Jake, I need you to
step off the ledge, son.
- He doesn't love you like I do.
- Can you hear me?
Jake?
Your sister told me
you were fearless,
that no matter how
dark things got,
you face them head-on.
Let's talk about this.
You want to know what I think?
I think your teacher
here, or your guru,
or whatever the hell she is,
has been manipulating you.
- Don't trust him.
- And I'm pretty sure she's
been drugging you too.
This doesn't have to end
like that day your mom died.
- Don't listen, Jake.
- Just follow the
sound of my voice.
- Don't listen, Jake.
- Don't get lost in the snow.
- This can be over now, Jake.
- Don't get lost
in the snow, Jake.
- Jake.
You can do this, Jake.
- Jake.
- What... what have you done?
- Jake.
- No.
- Jake, I need you to
step back off the ledge.
- I'm sorry.
- You're killing
the wrong person.
- I'm so sorry.
- Jake!
- No!
It's OK. It's OK.
She can't control you anymore.
- Becca tried to pin
everything on Jake.
- The grave robbery, using his
mother's name at the hotel.
- All part of Becca's
plan to frame him.
Make it look like Jake snapped.
Convince him to jump
or put a bullet in
the back of his head.
- All for a stupid little pill.
- Yeah, worth a
boatload of money.
Look, with Leon dead, Rega
an unfunded laughingstock,
Becca could
reformulate her design.
And then, she could
refile for a new patent,
making her filthy rich.
- Not to mention
the murdering people
and getting herself killed part.
- Well, you know what they say.
The best laid
plans...
- I don't know why people think
a pill can solve
all their problems.
- I think medication
can be a powerful tool.
And if it works for you, great.
But most of the time,
no, we got to walk out of
the darkness on our own.
- Yeah, but how?
- Ooh.
Now, I don't have any
of those magic answers,
but I do know what helps me.
You know what?
I want to show you something.
Wow.
You know, I've lived
here five years,
and I hardly ever come up here.
- Yeah. No, it's
great up here.
But it's gonna get
better, all right?
I kind of made some renovations.
- Cool.
- Ah.
- Oh, are these yours?
- Yeah, they're my backup set,
but, you know,
they do the trick.
- Dude, you're
gonna kill somebody.
- I am not, all right?
They're gonna go in the river.
Watch.
- Whoa.
- Now, that is therapy.
Your turn.
- Oh, no. That's
not really my thing.
- Come on, give it
a try. It's fun.
OK.
- Oh, a ball.
OK, let me set you up here.
- OK.
- All right. Just
line up and swing.
- Oh, wow.
- Ooh, yeah.
- I suck.
- No. No, you don't.
I set you up for failure.
Here. Hold on.
Ah, here we go. All right.
Now, I want you to take your
index and your pinky here.
You're gonna want
to interlock them.
Yeah. Nice, firm
grip. There you go.
Do it. There we go.
First time. All right.
All-time natural, huh?
Cheers.
- Cheers.
There you are.
- What the hell?
- I'm looking for Molly.
- What?
- Molly.
- It's 30 a point.
Not here.
Meet me around back.
- Look, just... Just take
my wallet, all right?
- Oh, come on.
Oh, thank God you're here.
Look, is there a magic word
I need to say to
turn this thing on?
- Oh, yeah. That's easy.
Just go TV, receiver...
source, channel, select.
Alakazam.
- Yeah, so my first
new roommate purchase
will be a universal remote.
- Just don't delete my
"Jeopardy!" recordings.
I like to play along after work.
- All right.
You're up pretty early.
- Yeah.
- Everything OK?
- Yeah, I had my
incident debrief meeting
off the Ollie
Wallace kidnapping.
- You were kidnapped too.
- Ray, the only thing
worse than being forced
to talk about my
feelings for an hour
would be rehashing the
conversation with you.
- Boundaries.
Understood.
So did the shrink give
you the all-clear?
- Yeah.
She made me fill
a prescription...
Some anti-anxiety meds.
I mean, it's a low dose,
only take it as you need,
but it's just annoying
that she thinks I do.
- Well, you've
been through a lot.
- It's part of the job, man.
I don't need drugs
to deal with it.
You know, there were two other
agents waiting to talk to her.
I'm sure it just makes
her feel really important.
- Or she's just trying to help.
I don't
need her help.
Hey, Remy. What's up?
- So late last night,
tech entrepreneur
and political
activist Alan Mitchell
was abducted from a rave
at an abandoned
warehouse in Greenpoint.
- He made his money in fintech.
Now, Mitchell runs a
venture capital fund
when he's not
greasing palms in D.C.
- He was drugged and
driven across state lines
to his house in
Greenwich, Connecticut,
where kidnappers
stabbed him to death.
- Why is a billionaire partying
with a bunch of 20-somethings
in a bombed-out
warehouse in Brooklyn?
- Possibly to score drugs.
One of the partygoers
who claims Mitchell tried
to buy Molly off of him
witnessed the abduction.
- He ID'd the van our unsub
used to take Mitchell.
And all we got was a
partial plate and this guy.
- So we're chasing
Mr. Mustard Gas.
- It's definitely a look.
- Are we thinking this
is a targeted robbery?
- Or maybe something political?
- The murder was
extremely violent,
so it could be he's trying
to send some kind of message.
- Hana, run the partial plates.
See if we can track
down this van.
Barnes and Ray, take
the crime scene.
Kris and I will head over
to Mitchell's office.
- All right, how do we know
Mitchell was drugged
before he was taken?
- NYPD found the
rag that was used
to knock him out at the scene.
- Well, I can speak from
firsthand experience.
It's not a fun way to fly.
- No, it was soaked
in scopolamine,
the so-called zombie drug.
- Unbelievable.
Coke and ecstasy aren't
enough these days?
- It was also
"Psychonaut Safari,"
so God knows what
these people were on.
- Unless it's an
18-year-old single malt
or a French Cabernet,
just say no, homeys.
That's my lesson for the day.
- If you look at Mitchell's
surveillance video,
you'll notice the
damnedest thing.
Give somebody this scopolamine,
they'll do whatever you ask.
Take them to the ATM,
they'll empty their whole
bank accounts for you.
- Or open their
safe, apparently.
Take a screengrab
and send it to the
rest of the team.
- Here's where it
gets really weird.
- Mitchell doesn't
even fight back.
- Can I see the safe, please?
- Yeah, it's over here.
- Whatever Mitchell
kept in this safe,
our unsub didn't
want it to be found.
- Excuse me, can you send
the contents of this safe
to the Questioned
Documents Unit?
- Sure.
- Let's see if they
can salvage anything.
- Yeah.
- I'm sorry. I
don't recognize him.
- Do you know why your boss
was at a rave last night?
- Mr. Mitchell was
what's known as a burner.
Since 2017, he's
been a yearly fixture
at an outdoor festival.
- I know what Burning
Man is, Miss Reyes.
Not everyone in the FBI
irons their underwear.
- Well, some of
Mr. Mitchell's camp
throw warehouse
parties in Brooklyn.
Elaborately themed,
all-night raves.
Heavy on the EDM,
light on the clothing.
- Rich people party
so weird, right?
- I don't judge.
- Did Mitchell receive
any threats lately?
Are you kidding?
In addition to making
or breaking companies
with our VC investments,
he's been personally
bankrolling multiple super PACs,
backing pro-business
political candidates.
- So he had enemies on
both sides of the aisle?
- Looks like your boss
liquidated $50 million
into cash on hand two weeks ago.
- What do you suppose he
was looking to bankroll
with that money?
- Mr. Mitchell was
extremely private
about his personal investments.
There are rules.
- All right.
Look. We're not
the SEC, all right?
We're just trying to catch the
guy who murdered your boss.
- Knowing Mitchell,
he was about to invest big...
One lump sum into
whatever he thought
the next hot startup would be.
- Hey, Hana.
- I found a gray
Ford Econoline van
matching our partial
plate sequence.
It's registered to a
nonprofit in Hudson Valley.
I'm heading there now.
- All right.
Rendezvous with Barnes and
Ray. Call squad for backup.
And, Hana, you sure you're
OK being back in the field?
- No place I'd rather be.
- Happy to hear.
- What is this place?
- Tax records say
it's a 501 called
Psychedelic Wilderness School.
- Yeah, well, it must be fall
break because nobody's home.
- I got eyes on someone.
Sir, FBI. We need to talk.
- You good, roomie?
- Yeah, I'm ready.
- Sir, FBI!
Let's move in.
- Hands in the air!
- FBI!
Don't shoot.
What the hell's going on?
- Mr. McCann, do you
recognize this man?
- That's Jake Cooley.
He's a student here at the
school my wife and I run.
- And what kind of
educational opportunities
does a psychedelic
wilderness school offer?
- Well, we have a
guide training program
that teaches students
how to work with clients
in expanded states
of consciousness.
- People on drugs?
- It's all legal, though.
- Psychedelic therapy, right?
Yeah, I read that's
pretty cutting edge stuff.
- Yeah, it is.
My wife, Becca, is
an amazing chemist.
We run clinical trials on
her synthetic psilocybin
here at PWS.
- Magic mushrooms?
- There's a lot of
money to be made off
of delivering safe,
approved medicines
derived from
psychoactive compounds.
- No sign of the missing
man or our fugitive.
- Oh, Jake's a
scholarship student here.
He couldn't afford
tuition, so Becca has him
working part-time as a handyman.
That's why he has
access to our van.
- Yeah, well, your handyman
stabbed a guy to death
last night.
- What?
- Yeah.
Alan Mitchell.
- No, I've never
seen him before.
- What else can you
tell us about Jake?
- Not much. I don't
work with the students.
I just handle the books.
Becca runs the school.
- And where is Becca?
- She's out of town on work.
The shroom boom keeps her
pretty busy these days.
I could get Jake's file for
you, if that would help.
- That would be
great. Yes, please.
Mr. McCann, thank you.
- Jake's DMV photo.
- OK, I'll get a BOLO out.
- I'll run his cell
and his last known.
Ray, can you alert
Remy and Kristin?
- Yep.
- I can't believe Jake listed
me as his emergency contact.
- Why? You're his half-sister.
- We lost touch back in 2008
when our mom, Victoria, died.
- Sorry for your loss.
- Don't be.
The selfish bitch threw
herself off the Hudson Gorge.
- Does Jake have any
history of violence?
No acting out, picking
fights with strangers,
that sort of thing?
- No.
He was always a sweet kid.
He just gets sad sometimes.
- Did he suffer from the same
demons that plagued your mom?
- Yeah.
That crap gets passed
down, you know?
- Yeah.
- Did he seem worse off the
last time you spoke to him?
Any talk of self-harm?
- Absolutely not.
No matter how dark things
got, Jake faced them head-on.
He was fearless,
not like our mom.
His room's back that way.
Is it all right
if I wait outside?
- Of course.
We'll just be a minute.
- Got some tears
in these bedsheets.
They look like knife strikes.
What's all this?
- It's an altar, I think,
some kind of shrine
to focus on during
psychedelic trips,
complete with a sacred vessel
to drink a hallucinogen from.
- Yeah. Far out, man.
- My ex, Carmen, was a little...
Took me to an ayahuasca
ceremony once,
right off the Vegas strip.
I cried like a baby.
- Did you?
Did you find God?
- Carmen might have.
I was just lucky to find
a bucket to hurl in.
Look.
His experiences must have
been pretty impactful for him.
Look at the notes he kept.
I'll go through it and see if
there's any information here
that can help us.
- I think it's safe to
say that Alan Mitchell
is not a target of opportunity.
This was definitely planned.
So much for peace,
love, and understanding.
- This Jake is one
troubled young man.
- Yeah, and look at
those two empty frames.
Maybe there's two more targets.
- Hey, Mitchell is dead.
You need to call me back now.
The FBI was here.
I'm so freaked out,
I'm even thinking
of taking one of your pills.
Call me back, OK?
Hello?
Is someone there?
Hello?
Hello?
Who is that?
- It looks very similar
to the Mitchell murder.
- No sign of the
murder weapon yet.
He probably used the same knife.
- Hey, guys. I got something.
Looks like Jake went
on a little prescription-pill
Easter egg hunt last night.
- He's an addict
looking for drugs?
- I don't think so.
He discarded the safety caps
but took the pill
bottles with him.
- Maybe he's
destroying evidence.
- He might have
flushed the whole lot.
- Hana, did we recover
Leon's cell yet?
- Not yet. I'm calling it now.
- He didn't flush everything.
I found this on the
table in the other room.
- Please, can someone
tell me what's going on?
- Who's that?
- Why can't I come...
Why can't I come inside?
- That is Leon's wife.
- I have students here.
My husband is here.
Please tell me what's happening.
None of this makes any sense.
Jake barely knew my husband.
- We believe he also murdered
a man named Alan Mitchell.
- Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
I don't even know who that is.
- We're sorry to
have to ask this,
but did you and Jake have
any romantic entanglements?
- Absolutely not.
I am a married woman.
Jake saw me more as a
maternal figure, Agent Scott.
- We're aware of
his mother's death.
- Jake has treatment-resistant
depression,
same as his mother, Victoria.
After her suicide,
he went on a merry-go-round
of antidepressants.
Nothing worked.
- Your husband mentioned
that Jake was some sort
of scholarship student.
- He couldn't
afford our program,
so I made him the
handyman here on campus.
He also did odd jobs
around our house...
Painting, gardening,
that kind of thing.
- Seems like a pretty
blurry boundary.
- We're a nontraditional school.
When another student
brought Jake here
to try my synthetic psilocybin,
a ten-hour trip
brought him further
than ten years of therapy.
Psychedelics saved Jake's life.
Or at least I thought they did.
- Our condolences,
Mrs. McCann.
Call me if you think
of anything else.
- Hey!
What you doing?
Put that back.
- Sorry, Mom.
- OK, right. I'll hold.
- Got a tip from
Westchester County Police.
A man matching
Jake's description
just broke into
his mother's grave.
- Does Westchester
have eyes on Jake?
- No, he assaulted
the gravedigger,
almost killed the poor
guy, then stole his truck.
- All right, we'll put
out an APB on his vehicle.
- What did Jake
take from the grave?
- Apparently, his
mother's ashes.
- Somebody needs
to tell this guy
Halloween was two weeks ago.
- Was it a side effect
from the drugs he stole?
- I mean, I took LSD
one time in college,
and I watched wallpaper dance.
I didn't go around
robbing graves.
One time, huh?
- Wait.
November 11th?
Today would have been
Mommy Dearest's birthday.
- Then, maybe that's
what triggered Jake.
- Well, according
to Becca McCann,
his mother's death did
cause his depression.
- That was QDU.
They were able to salvage
some of the burned documents
in Allen Mitchell's safe.
I sent you the file.
- It looks like a pitch
deck for series A funding
for a startup
called Rega Health.
- It's a biotech firm run
by Swedish wonderboy
Magnus Karlsson.
- That must be the company
Mitchell was thinking
of investing 50 million in.
- Yeah, hold on.
Maybe Rega Health makes RH-24.
- Sorry about all the chaos,
but our angel investor was
murdered two nights ago.
- Mm, Alan Mitchell?
- Yes.
He had verbally committed to
coming on as founding partner.
Promised 50 million
before he was killed.
- All right, look, I'm actually
here to talk about Leon McCann.
- What about Leon?
Is he all right?
- No, he was found
dead this morning,
murdered by the same
guy that killed Alan.
- That can't be true.
Leon called me last night.
- Was he an investor too?
- No, he's my friend.
We went to university together.
This is awful.
- What can you tell
me about this pill?
We found it in Leon's office.
Is this one of Rega's products?
- RH-24.
It's the flagship of our fleet.
A synthetic psilocybin
that we our fast-tracking
for FDA approval.
- Synthetic psilocybin?
That sounds a lot like the pill
that Becca McCann developed.
- Well, we had competing
patents for a time,
but that's all
been taken care of.
- Taken care of how?
- We acquired
the McCanns' school and all
existing IPs two weeks ago,
after the judge approved
their separation agreement.
- What separation?
- Leon and Becca were
getting divorced.
Didn't you know that?
- I can give you her address.
She lives in Stone Ridge.
- Good boy.
That's a good boy, Jake.
- Can I be done now?
I need to be done.
- We can't stop yet.
- I did what you asked.
I killed them both.
Why did I kill them?
- Because they
took everything...
My work, my livelihood,
my future.
Just like your mother
took everything
when she abandoned you
and killed herself.
Drink this.
- No, please. I don't
want any more of that.
- It's the only way, Jake.
You trust me, don't you?
- The only way out is through.
- Exactly.
Did you bring me
what I asked you for?
- The ashes? Yeah.
- Thank you.
I know this must have
been so hard, Jake.
Now...
You can really say goodbye.
Don't be sad.
Victoria abandoned you,
but I never will.
I'm your mother now.
Come here.
Oh, come here.
- Thank you.
- Let's find out why
Rebecca lied to us.
- It's our stolen work truck.
- I'll cover out back.
- Jake could still be inside.
Rebecca McCann!
Jake Cooley!
FBI!
Anything?
- Clear.
- Nothing.
Nobody's here.
- The candle wax is still hot.
Looks like we just
missed the pajama party.
- No sign of a struggle.
Becca's Subaru is
missing from the garage.
I just put a BOLO out.
- You think Jake kidnapped her?
- Maybe.
Becca said Jake sees
her as a mother figure.
But what if he's
in love with her,
kills her husband
in a jealous rage
to keep her all for himself?
- Except they're already
getting a divorce.
- And it doesn't explain
killing Mitchell.
Becca lied to us
about her marriage
and the school.
Then her soon-to-be ex
and the man looking to
finance a rival patent
wind up murdered by
her star student.
Could be they were
in this together.
- But Jake's doing
all the dirty work.
How's she making him do that?
- This might have
something to do with it.
- What's Mr. Ibogaine?
- I have no idea.
Whatever it is, maybe
Becca is using it
to dose him, to control him.
Looks like it was created
by Becca and a J. Bleckley.
- Why don't you two
see if you can find out
who this Bleckley is?
- Becca and I used to
work together as chemists
for a very long time.
- Do you know about her
current job, Dr. Bleckley?
Yes.
I was the one that introduced
her to psychedelics,
though she's long
overtaken my expertise.
- We think she may have
convinced her student
to kill her husband
and another man
over a dispute about a patent.
- I used to tell Becca
that she reminded me
of liquid bromine in
the lab... Volatile.
She was convinced
her husband's friend,
Magnus Karlsson,
copied her formula for
synthetic psilocybin.
He calls it RH-24.
- And as a chemist,
what do you think?
- That you shouldn't be
able to patent a mushroom.
But Becca was probably right.
I mean, Magnus'
crystalized salt forms
were identical to hers.
He was patent trolling.
- And what else can you
tell us about Mr. Ibogaine?
What makes it
different to RH-24?
- It's a synthesis that
Becca and I developed.
She thought it was
a breakthrough.
I disagreed.
- Why is that?
- Ibogaine is much
stronger than psilocybin.
People use it to
confront mental blocks.
It creates a deep, often
emotionally painful trip.
Becca liked it 'cause
it made her clients
like putty in her hands.
- Well, that sounds dangerous.
- It is.
It can create a heart attack
if you're not careful.
A powerful medicine that
is not to be trifled with.
- And what about
Becca's student?
Could she use Mr. Ibogaine
to talk him into murder?
- Given the right regimen,
she could talk him
into almost anything.
Psychedelics make the
user highly suggestible.
- So what's the motive
for murder here?
We know the school and that
pill were Becca's life's work
but also community property.
When they were sold,
Becca was furious,
especially when she
found out the buyer
was her husband's college
buddy, Magnus Karlsson,
at Rega Health.
- If Becca blames
Mitchell and her husband,
she probably blames Magnus too.
- Exactly.
Ray is on the way to
his office right now.
- So we know this is
a trigger for Becca,
but she's not the one
knifing people to death.
So what about Jake?
- Well, he's under her control.
She's been feeding him ibogaine,
which makes people
highly suggestible.
- So he's some sort
of Frankenstein?
- Mm, that mixed with
the Manson family.
What's all that?
- Jake made hundreds of entries
into these journals, OK?
So his trips are like
religious experiences,
and Becca controls when, where,
and how he communes
with the mystics.
- Sounds like a lot of sway.
- Right? Almost godlike.
- Ray, you got eyes on Magnus?
- Oh, the office is empty.
Lady at the desk says they
all went to Hotel Anderson.
- For what?
- She's a temp.
She doesn't know.
- OK.
Rega Health has a reservation
in the main ballroom
at the Anderson today.
There's an investment
presentation at 10:00 a.m.,
and the keynote speaker
is Magnus Karlsson.
- If Becca thinks he
stole her patent...
- She's gonna make him
pay one way or another.
- Ray, alert PD
and meet us there.
- Copy that.
- What's that?
- What does it look like, Jake?
- Do you even know
how to use a gun?
- I'm a woman of many talents.
Hey, how's your head?
- Uh, it's kind of fuzzy still.
Is that normal?
- Yeah.
Yeah, let's get breakfast,
and you'll be fine.
- No. No more ibogaine.
- We can't stop now, Jake.
- I keep seeing Leon's face.
- This is gonna help with that.
Hey.
Hey.
I am here for you.
Yeah, you're gonna be fine.
Good boy.
Come here. Come here.
Come here.
- Mr. Karlsson.
Remy Scott, FBI.
Becca and Jake may
be inside the hotel.
- Do you have proof of that?
- No.
But it's highly likely
you're the next target.
- There are agents and
cops at every door.
I worked too long and too hard
to turn back now, Agent Scott.
I need this money, and I
need this presentation.
I'll be fine.
- Dumbass.
Anyone have a visual yet?
- No sign of Jake or Becca.
- Is Magnus aware
of the situation?
- He says the show must go on.
- It is pretty impressive...
Glossy magazines,
branded water bottles.
- Post-money up-round
equity multipliers.
- Was that English?
- I pay attention, and I listen.
In fact, I'm thinking
about getting in on
the ground floor.
- You're gonna need
more than your paycheck
to buy in here, Rook.
- Kristin, any luck?
- Still no sign
of Becca's Subaru.
- NYPD has roadblocks
and foot patrol in place
around the hotel.
- All right.
Well, we've got
unis at every exit.
We're covering every floor.
If her car's in
here, we'll find it.
- Hana, we open for business?
- Open like a root chakra.
- Any hits on Jake
or Becca's name?
- I've gone through guest
panel, attendees, employees.
Nothing yet.
- What about security cameras?
- I'm slogging through
the footage now,
but it's a pretty big hotel.
- Magnus is about to start.
- Tick tock, people.
- Hello. Thank you for coming.
My name is Magnus Karlsson.
And today, I want to talk to you
about the future
of mental health.
- Remy, we found Becca's Subaru.
We're on P-3 near the
southeast stairwell.
- Scrubbing those cameras now.
- Any sight of our fugitives?
- All right. I may
have something here.
- Talk to me, Kristin.
- It's ibogaine.
- Say again?
- Ibogaine.
They must have a
thousand doses of it.
- What are we
missing here, guys?
- Secure that for me.
- Yeah.
- Becca doesn't need that
much ibogaine to control Jake.
- Maybe they had a plan.
Somebody saw them.
They got spooked.
- They might not
even be in the hotel.
- Despite all of
these obstacles,
our team at Rega persevered.
So now, you... each and every
one of you in this room...
Has the unique opportunity
to share in the
"flutes" of our labor.
Oh, sorry, the fruits.
- Treatment-resistant
depression.
- Becca said that's
what Jake had.
- Guys, what are
we talking about?
- The presentation in here.
- Jake and Becca may have left,
but they were
definitely here earlier.
- How do you know?
- I've got him on video
dressed as a delivery man.
No sign of Becca, but he
signed in as a Vic Dufresne.
- Vic as in Victoria.
Why would he use
his mother's name?
- Maybe Becca made him. She
could be setting him up.
- For what?
What was he delivering?
- I'm not sure, but he signed in
with the company Custom
Hydration Solutions.
- The future is now, my friends.
The psychedelic...
uh, renaissance...
- There's something wrong
with Rega's board members.
- The ren...
Ren... renaissance...
- The water.
- The...
- They drugged the water.
No one drink the water!
- Someone call 911.
- We've been through
the entire hotel.
There's still no sign
of Becca or Jake.
- It looks like only
the board members
were exposed to
the tainted water.
- How's Magnus?
- If he doesn't have
a heart attack on the
way to the hospital,
he will when he realizes
his funding has dried up.
- Just got a credit card
hit from Grand Central.
Jake bought two tickets on the
Metro North 20 minutes ago.
- OK, that narrows it down,
but there are still
multiple lines from there.
- And he could literally
get off at any stop.
- Look, I hate to be that
guy, but we are losing them.
- Hudson line.
- Hudson Gorge.
- Croton-Harmon stop.
- That's where Jake's
mother committed suicide.
- It's worth a shot.
Ray and Barnes with me.
We'll race up the Hudson,
try to catch that train.
You two head back to the MCC
in case we guessed wrong.
- Do you know where we are?
- The gorge.
Mom used to bring me here to
go sledding in the winter.
- That's right,
before she abandoned you.
We did great things
together, you and I.
And now, you just have
to take one final step.
I promise you.
This is gonna make
everything better.
It's time, Jake.
You can do this.
- If we're right
about the gorge,
this all goes back
to Jake's mother.
- That explains
the mother's ashes.
Maybe Becca put
him up to that too.
- Becca said Jake saw
her as a maternal figure.
- Taking on that
role plays directly
into Jake's deepest trauma.
- If she wants to control Jake,
there's no better place to
start your Svengali than there.
- Wait a second.
Jake writes a lot about
a hallucination he had,
that he was there on
the day his mom died.
- That's a horrible
moment to relive.
- In his vision, it's snowing.
She loses her way on a trail.
Where is it?
He's calling out to her.
Here.
"I was yelling, screaming to
follow the sound of my voice,
"but she couldn't hear
me in the whiteout,
"couldn't read
the warning signs.
She never even saw the ledge."
- State police have eyes on a
male and female on the bridge.
- Tell them to stand
down. We're pulling up.
- Good boy, Jake.
You won't feel a
thing. I promise.
Sometimes the only
way out is down.
- FBI! Don't move!
- Thank God you're here.
He tried to kidnap me.
- Is that true, Jake?
- He told me this was
the end of the line.
Move back! He's gonna jump!
- The next words
out of your mouth
better be some inspired-ass
Dalai Lama line
because it's going
on your tombstone.
Jake, I need you to
step off the ledge, son.
- He doesn't love you like I do.
- Can you hear me?
Jake?
Your sister told me
you were fearless,
that no matter how
dark things got,
you face them head-on.
Let's talk about this.
You want to know what I think?
I think your teacher
here, or your guru,
or whatever the hell she is,
has been manipulating you.
- Don't trust him.
- And I'm pretty sure she's
been drugging you too.
This doesn't have to end
like that day your mom died.
- Don't listen, Jake.
- Just follow the
sound of my voice.
- Don't listen, Jake.
- Don't get lost in the snow.
- This can be over now, Jake.
- Don't get lost
in the snow, Jake.
- Jake.
You can do this, Jake.
- Jake.
- What... what have you done?
- Jake.
- No.
- Jake, I need you to
step back off the ledge.
- I'm sorry.
- You're killing
the wrong person.
- I'm so sorry.
- Jake!
- No!
It's OK. It's OK.
She can't control you anymore.
- Becca tried to pin
everything on Jake.
- The grave robbery, using his
mother's name at the hotel.
- All part of Becca's
plan to frame him.
Make it look like Jake snapped.
Convince him to jump
or put a bullet in
the back of his head.
- All for a stupid little pill.
- Yeah, worth a
boatload of money.
Look, with Leon dead, Rega
an unfunded laughingstock,
Becca could
reformulate her design.
And then, she could
refile for a new patent,
making her filthy rich.
- Not to mention
the murdering people
and getting herself killed part.
- Well, you know what they say.
The best laid
plans...
- I don't know why people think
a pill can solve
all their problems.
- I think medication
can be a powerful tool.
And if it works for you, great.
But most of the time,
no, we got to walk out of
the darkness on our own.
- Yeah, but how?
- Ooh.
Now, I don't have any
of those magic answers,
but I do know what helps me.
You know what?
I want to show you something.
Wow.
You know, I've lived
here five years,
and I hardly ever come up here.
- Yeah. No, it's
great up here.
But it's gonna get
better, all right?
I kind of made some renovations.
- Cool.
- Ah.
- Oh, are these yours?
- Yeah, they're my backup set,
but, you know,
they do the trick.
- Dude, you're
gonna kill somebody.
- I am not, all right?
They're gonna go in the river.
Watch.
- Whoa.
- Now, that is therapy.
Your turn.
- Oh, no. That's
not really my thing.
- Come on, give it
a try. It's fun.
OK.
- Oh, a ball.
OK, let me set you up here.
- OK.
- All right. Just
line up and swing.
- Oh, wow.
- Ooh, yeah.
- I suck.
- No. No, you don't.
I set you up for failure.
Here. Hold on.
Ah, here we go. All right.
Now, I want you to take your
index and your pinky here.
You're gonna want
to interlock them.
Yeah. Nice, firm
grip. There you go.
Do it. There we go.
First time. All right.
All-time natural, huh?
Cheers.
- Cheers.