Instinct (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Grey Matter - full transcript

Previously on Instinct...

- Maya. No.
- It's too late.

Careful. If it's a nerve agent,

we don't know how it's transmitted.

If she had time, she would've
left me a message.

You said she sent a text?
What did she say?

Just "MB." I thought it meant,
"Maya Bhaduri."

Minibar?

Wait. It is Pasternak.

It can't be. We know he's dead.

Looks like we were wrong.



Vicuña. Custom-made.

Parisian lapels, jetted pockets,

- 3-roll-2.
- 3-roll-2? Is that like

- buy three get two free?
- No, Men's Warehouse,

it means the lapel is pressed...

It's a weird time of year for a swim.

You okay out there?

I'd jump in, but... you know.

I'll go in.

Well, be careful.

Hey.

Is he okay?

Look to your left.

Your eyes seem perfectly healthy.



So my eyesight has been blurry on and off

since I woke up because...?

Could be exhaustion, stress,
or maybe it's the aging process.

- Aging process?
- Means you're getting old.

Oh, thank you for deciphering
that complicated medical jargon.

But, given the nerve agent
you were exposed to,

I'd feel better with an MRI.

Is that really necessary?

Why catch anything too soon?
Would you give us a moment?

I've been cleared by Dr. Weiss

of whatever contamination killed Maya.

So why am I having symptoms?
We were in the same room.

Lack of sleep? I know I spent
all night scouring the Web.

No sign of Pasternack.

Whatever he's been up to has
been under his new identity,

Ken Goodman.

Goodman? He's seriously
calling himself "Good Man"?

Our old friend has retained
his sense of humor, it seems.

How did he not die?

Apparently it takes more than
just lead to kill the devil.

Still bad?

Tell me more about Pasternack,
I-I mean Goodman.

Whatever record there was
of the double-dealing,

insidious mercenary
we knew outside Jalalabad

has been cleansed.

Ken Goodman has a complete biography

dating back 30 years,

verified and woven

into various business contracts
and newspaper articles.

If Pasternack really is

back on the playing field,
he knows my work with the NYPD.

And so he infected
the precinct's computers

to frame you?

Or test you?

And then he brought Maya into the fold?

He could've hired her to get to me,

and then eliminated her
when she was no longer useful.

Or when she protected you,
instead of turning on you.

It's like she's been erased.

Hey.

That's the job.

And why I left.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

And now it's my job
to neutralize the threat

and take down the target,
this time for good.

Great working with you, Ryan.

What, you're still here?

What are you waiting for,
a farewell party?

- Come on.
- All right.

- Aw.
- Pull it together, Stock.

We got an audience.

Have a safe flight.

And thank you for giving me
a break from this guy.

"This guy" is sad to see you go.

Thanks again for everything
you did to help close this case.

All right, brother.

Hasta Nebraska, baby.

Vacations!

Okay, today's the day. Picks.

Need them now, need them fast.

I already got Christmas,
so don't even think about it.

Fucci's next, and then on down.

Let me guess, Needham,
you're not going anywhere.

Nope.

Um, Sergeant Harris,
if it's not too much trouble,

I'd like the 23rd off to attend
a silent meditation retreat.

Yeah, uh, you know what, Doc,
you're not even officially

part of the department,
so why don't you go nuts,

- take the whole month off?
- Yeah, and if you want to start

that shutting up thing ahead of
schedule, Doc, knock yourself out.

But right now, I need you
and Lizzie at Turtle Pond.

They found a head.

Just a head?

What more do you need?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

I think you avoid taking vacations

because you find comfort in the expected:

work, eat, sleep, repeat.

- You're wrong.
- It's quite normal.

For instance, I'm expecting now
that you're gonna tell me

to stop psychoanalyzing you
before you throw

a hot pretzel at my head.

It wouldn't be a pretzel.

Lieutenant, I have a question.

- Just one?
- Why do you think Lizzie doesn't take

her earned time off work?

You know there's a man's
decapitated head over there, right?

Technically, it's a severed head;

it's the body that was decapitated.

So, um, vacation days?

Lizzie takes vacation days, she
just stays home the entire time.

It's called a "staycation."

No, a staycation is when you stay local

and do fun things
you wouldn't normally do.

You stay home.

Which I don't normally do. I get
quality dog run time with Gary.

And why waste money on an expensive hotel

when I like staying in my own bed?

Like I said, comfort.
You need a change of scenery.

Being in nature can be... restorative.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

Have we found the body that goes with it?

Divers are looking. My guess,

the head was in the bag,
the bag was weighted with rocks.

Turtles or fish, or whatever
lives in the water and chews,

ate through the fabric, and then the head

slipped out the ragged hole
and floated to surface.

Decapitation feels like gangs.
Dumping it like this does, too.

Vikings decapitated
to keep the head as a trophy.

Others used it as a proof of victory,

like when David brought
Goliath's head into Jerusalem.

The Age of Reason posited that beheading

was the most humane form of execution.

Nothing too humane about this.

No.

Got something!

Got another one.

One more over here.

Four heads.

No bodies.

You sure you don't want
to take that vacation?

Humankind's fascination
with the relationship

between the mind and the body is ongoing.

Some ancient societies believed that

in order to free the soul

one must cut off the head.

The Greek philosopher
Anaximander said that

the mind was a life force for the body.

While today, if you ask a cardiologist,

they will tell you that
the heart feeds the head.

So, Professor,

just to clarify,

shooting an enemy...

say, a double-dealing,
insidious mercenary type

who might have been your friend
you thought betrayed you...

with a round powerful enough
to take off his head,

that would be... considered what?

Symbolically lethal?

Even if...

it didn't quite kill him.

Excuse me, Professor.

I think Robespierre

and the French Revolution
chose the guillotine

for exactly that reason.

They weren't just killing elites,

they were beheading a patriarchy.

Excellent point, Theresa.

Yeah.

And, um, I suggest you read, uh, Diderot,

on that topic.

Diderot, uh, recognized that ideas change

because humans change.

So...

Here's an idea.

It's, uh, it's a beautiful day today.

Instead of sitting at your desks

listening to me, why don't you
take your minds and bodies

outside and live your lives?

Go.

Live!

Take flight.

Hey, Doug.

Hey. Where's Reinhart?

Oh, he's running late.
We can start without him.

I'm assuming you guys haven't received

any headless corpses lately?

Nothing's turned up.

Once I get my hands

on those bodies,
it'll be easier to clear up

some of the mystery here.

Speaking of hands on bodies...

Actually, no.

Not-not speaking of that.

I don't know why I said that.

I'm sorry. That was offensive.

Doug, what's up?

Well...

I was wondering

if you'd like to grab dinner sometime.

We've had a flirty vibe, you know,

and I've been meaning
to ask you for a while.

I mean, the power you're supplying...

it's electrifying.

Huh.

You s-stole that line from a song.

I did, yeah.

Oh.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

- What did I miss?
- Oh.

Hey, uh, Doug was just talking
about, uh, Grease.

Uh, the musical.

And now that you're here, we can get back

to our very busy schedule
of crime solving.

Doug, the heads, please?

- Oh.
- Ugh.

Meet Sonny, Connie, Michael and Fredo.

Fredo, the first head found,

also the most recent.

Probably killed three, four days ago.

Are there no identifying features?

The varying levels of decomposition

have managed to obscure
Sonny, Connie and Michael,

but we're tracing dental records.

Uh, the decomp has helped us
narrow down time of death.

Sonny, covered in a gray, waxy substance

known as adipose...

Has been in the pond the longest.

Roughly five or six months.

While Connie,
with the heavy skin slippage,

mm, maybe two or three months.

And the extremely bloated Michael,

just a few weeks.

We need to get a forensic artist to start

building digital facial reconstructions.

Once we know who they are,
we can establish motive.

Oh, excuse me.

Are you familiar with Hamlet?

You can do the speech,

but you're not touching these heads.

- DNA from the fresh victim's hair...
- Fredo.

...resulted in a hit off the
criminal DNA database. He...

Fredo.

...was a 26-year-old member of
the Slaughter Boys street gang.

Victor Owens. Long rap
sheet. Numerous arrests

with gang leader Barry Starr,

who just happened to finish
a recent jail sentence.

Tell me more, tell me more.

Okay, Sandy.

Let's get out of here. Bye, Doug.

Dude was...

he was like a brother to me.

I wouldn't be here talking
to you otherwise.

After everything we went through,

he still got clapped.

So Victor left the gang.

Maybe one of your pals did this,

to send a message?

We don't decapitate.

Nice to know you draw the line somewhere.

Anything else you can tell us?

After Victor went straight,

he did rehab, hopped apartments,

got a job at some medical place.

He was going around bragging about

being involved in something big.

We're gonna need the name
of that medical place.

Stay close, Mr. Starr,

and let me know if you hear anything.

Barry's been connected to
some pretty horrendous crimes.

I'm not inclined to buy a word he said.

Don't stereotype, Detective.

Just because he's a gang leader
doesn't mean he's a fabulist.

I'm so sorry to offend you

and the National Association
of Gang Leaders.

His pupils were dilated.

What do you make of that,
behaviorally speaking?

Well, uh, behaviorally speaking, I...

I had trouble seeing him.

Reading him?

Seeing him.

Uh, my vision's off.

Blurry, at times.

I may have been exposed to a nerve agent.

You m-may have? What?

It has nothing to do with our work.

- Is Julian involved?
- Julian is fine.

Which means I will probably be fine.

Does Andy know? About your vision?

Not yet. I-I want to make sure first.

You know how he feels about my CIA past.

Dylan, you have to see a doctor.

I have, I have. And
she has scheduled an MRI.

Okay.

If this continues, if I...

can't study people's behavior, I...

I don't know how I can keep doing my job.

I don't know how I can keep being me.

Excuse me. Uh, we're
looking for Victor Owens.

We're not sure what
department he works in.

Uh, Victor with a "V"?

Yes.

Okay, uh, Victor Owens.

Nobody by that name in the system.

Hmm. "No body" is right.

So I guess the gang leader
was lying to us.

You're looking for Victor?

Victor doesn't work here.

That's why we don't stereotype.

He's a custodian
at the Conklin Institute.

The research center for
advanced cognitive neuroscience?

Yes, it's upstairs. I'm Dr. Wells.

Victor isn't in any trouble, I hope.

No. Uh, who's in charge up there?

Dr. Martin Portman.

Dr. Martin Portman
is a pioneer in brain studies.

He's at the forefront of novel treatments

for neurological diseases.

Do I smell peppermint?

You don't deserve Martin Portman.

It's definitely peppermint.

Yes, yes. Well, certain scents,

uh, invigorate the mind,
promote concentration,

and stimulate clear thinking.

They probably pump it through the vents.

I knew it.

Sorry to interrupt.

Detective Needham and Dr...

Reinhart. Dr. Wells said to expect you.

Dr. Portman, it is a pleasure.

My wife, Allyson, a research associate.

- So nice to meet you.
- You, too.

Oh, sorry about the sweat.

We've included me in the control group

for a mobility/productivity study.

And now we can't enter
this session's data due

to the interruption.

We hate to stand in the way of science,

but we're investigating the
murder of a man who worked here.

Victor Owens.

Victor's dead?

Oh, he was so young.

Which one's Victor?

With the, um...

What do you call
those ink markings? Tattoos.

Was he murdered at the institute?

The institute's name is safe.

How long had Victor been working here?

About eight months.

Uh, Dr. Wells, who works with
a hospital outreach board

set up to employ vets
and parolees, hired him.

So you knew
about Victor's criminal record?

Oh, he told us about the gang stuff,

that he was looking for a way out.

Do you have an issue with Victor,

Doctor?

He seemed responsible.

But the past few months,
he started showing up late.

And, well, some drugs...

uh, fentanyl, codeine...
had recently gone missing

from the supply cabinet.

Did you confront him?

I didn't have any proof.

Any indication of using? Dealing?

Based on his recent behavior,
I wouldn't be surprised.

We'd like to help,

but we have actual work to do.

Perhaps the personnel office
might be of some assistance.

Facial reconstructions

of the three other heads
found in the pond.

Mm, already?

Preliminary. The forensic artist built
the decomposed portions

of each face digitally,

based on measurements of bone structure.

One Caucasian woman, two men.
One black...

one hard to tell. All different ages.

And no apparent type or connection.

You think they could do one of me?

I'd like to see what I'd look
like with a more prominent brow.

- Dylan.
- Ha!

Zack,

can you make sure
these are shared citywide

and run through recognition databases?

I'll start with missing persons.

- Great. Thank you.
- Here's something.

The lab report indicates trace amounts

of a new, near-infrared,
voltage-sensitive dye

inside all four heads.

The dye is typically used to observe

electrical activity of neurons
inside the brain.

- For treating neurological diseases?
- Yeah, that's right.

Thank you.

This can't be a coincidence.

I wonder if they use this dye
at Conklin Institute.

What are you doing?

I'm rescheduling my MRI.

You're not getting out of it.

I'm not getting out of it...
I'm postponing it.

Let me get this straight.

You're preaching to me
about taking time off work,

and you can't even make
an MRI a priority?

It's not the same thing.

I know! Your hang-ups are so superior.

Mine pale in comparison.

You can't see what I mean because
you're being too defensive.

And you can't see, period.

- When is it?
- 3:15.

Great. After our visit to Conklin,
I'll take you there myself,

'cause you definitely
shouldn't be driving.

You mentioned some drugs went missing.

Are your dyes kept under lock and key?

No. No, the contrast agent
that we use is...

It's a common dye...

Manganese-based.

You'll find it at any
neurological research institute.

What kind of research is the
Conklin Institute currently doing?

Oh, I could send you e-mail summaries

of all of the trials
that we have going on.

But most current studies
are centered around Alzheimer's.

It's become our primary focus since...

...uh, well, maybe a month or so?

Allyson, pardon my asking,

but have you been diagnosed
with early-onset Alzheimer's?

Is that why Martin

has made this area of research
his primary focus?

What gave it away?

Well, the Post-its

on your desk reminding you
to do simple tasks.

Exercise may help cognition

and delay progression of the disease.

And... difficulty finding words.

Oh, you're very observant.

I still am, on good days.

Although making an omelet

or trying to remember
when to get off the subway

isn't always so simple.

I'm sorry.

I can't imagine how scary
that diagnosis must be.

It is scary.

But it's...

it's also made me realize
how precious life is. I...

I want to live every day

to its fullest while I
still have my mental faculties.

I'm trying to make as many new
memories as I can while I can.

Knock, knock.

All set.

Allyson, is there anything else
I can help you with?

Uh, no, thanks,

- Dr. Wells.
- Okay.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Thank you for talking to me.

Any luck?

Not really. Turns out
many medical facilities

are currently using this dye.

How'd it go with Allyson?

Oh, she's suffering
from early-onset Alzheimer's.

- Oh, that poor woman.
- I'll tell you all about it.

You have from now until I
drop you off at your MRI.

Yeah, about that...

I will shove you into that
machine myself if I have to.

You're very pushy.

Thank you.

I prefer "assertive."

You'll be in there about 20 minutes.

It'll be loud.

There's a speaker in there,
so say something

if you need us. Questions?

Let's get this party started.

Dr. Portman's focus was
a comprehensive study

of brain functions and disease.

But around six months ago, Alzheimer's
research became his rabbit hole.

So that lines up with when the first head
was dropped in the pond.

So he was funneling all
the money given to the institute

into his sudden focus on Alzheimer's?

Why is that suspicious?

Autopsy photos.

Sharp force trauma is consistent
with all the heads.

- Thanks, Zack.
- Mm-hmm.

No tissue bridging from a jagged edge

on any of them, and these
are all clean cuts.

This is the work
of a medical professional.

So there's nothing random
about these beheadings.

Portman almost lost his
funding a few years ago

at another institute,
when it was discovered

he was experimenting on pigs,

chopping their heads off
to study their brains

before, during, and
immediately following death.

He was decapitating pigs.

And now we have people
missing their heads.

Get a search warrant for
Dr. Portman's home and office.

♪ I once was lost ♪

♪ But now I'm found. ♪

Been a long time, Dylan.

Don't worry, my friend,
you're not imagining this.

It's really me.

How did you get in here?

♪ Was blind but now I see. ♪

Let me out.

Well, only if you
promise to behave yourself.

I remember, quite personally,
how violent you can be.

Get me out of here.

Here we are.

Some of us better dressed
and more prepared.

The gown suits you.

What do you want, Pasternack?

No, no. Pasternack is dead.

And yet, here you are.

After you shot me,
I came so close to dying.

It took me two years even to walk.

Thought about you every day, Dylan.

Every day it changed me a little bit.

I started thinking...

well, to live a good life, a long life,

one must live a virtuous life,
much like you have.

Good Man.

Listen...

something big hitting New York.

I need to stop it.

Your friend, Julian, he could help me.

You want me to get Julian to help you?

That's why you're here complimenting
me on my hospital gown?

He's a Rachmaninov on the computer.
No one's better.

We both know what he'd say
if I asked him.

- He won't do it.
- He will if you ask him.

And let him know

I had nothing to do
with Maya Bhaduri's death.

I was very fond of that woman.

And I'm his best bet for finding
out who really did kill her.

The malware disruption
you had at the precinct,

that's not me, either.

But it is the tip of
the iceberg, believe me.

Whoever is planning these attacks,

they are looking to cause maximum damage.

You don't want it.

I don't want it.

So you can believe me or not,

but if you don't...

one of us is gonna be wrong.

And it won't be me.

You look well.

Well, good morning.

Yeah.

Ah, good-good morning to you.

Shouldn't you be in Nebraska?

And, uh, wearing clothes?

I should. Uh, but you know what?

The truth is, I realized
that I was so busy

I never got to see New York as a tourist.

- Ah.
- Garfield PD

isn't gonna pay for a hotel room,

and I'm not paying 150 bucks,
so I decided

to just crash in
the locker room for a night.

W-W-W-Wait, wait, wait.

You found a hotel in New York for $150?

That's what you took away from my story?

It's dawn.

Why-why are you here?

Just picking up a warrant.

So you're gonna claim
squatter's rights now?

No. You know,

I heard you talking about vacations,

and I realized I could use
a couple weeks off,

so I'm gonna take in the Big Apple.

And then, you know, who knows?

There's a big MMA fight
in Vegas next weekend,

it's at Caesar's.

I've always wanted to go to Vegas.

I mean, what am I waiting for, right?

Who's fighting?

Khabib v. GSP.

Yeah.

I can get you a ticket.

If you want to come.

I mean, as-as friends, of course.

Oh, of course. Uh...

Uh, I mean, I would love to watch

those two beat each other to jelly,

uh, but I-I've already planned
my vacation time.

Okay. Yeah, well, another time.

Okay.

Have fun.

And go, 'Huskers.

Why would he reveal himself,
and why to you?

He claims he needs your
expertise and not mine.

I can't work with that man.

I don't want you to.

But I can't think of a quicker
way to work out what he's up to.

If you can work with him from
the inside, I can back you up.

Are you offering to get back
into my world?

If the CIA is compromised,
we can't bring them in.

But we can do this together.

If "Ken Goodman" is clean,
maybe he can help us

work out who killed Maya, and if not,

we'll know better how to stop him.

Maya is dead?

Yes. And we're leaving it at that.

Julian, what happened?

I asked Jules here because Zack
is in an interrogation.

Did you get your MRI results?

Not yet.

Shall we?

This must be some sort of mistake. Right?

How does invading our home,
going through our things,

help your investigation?

Tell me, Dr. Portman, what was
so secret about your research

that you couldn't even
tell your underwriters?

What is she talking about?

Underwriters don't understand
what I'm trying to achieve.

If we sought approval for, and
had to explain everything we do,

we'd still be working on a polio vaccine.

Is that what the pig's heads were for?

Pig's heads?

That project was abandoned years ago.

Yes, the animal rights crowd
was up in arms about it,

but without animal testing
we wouldn't be able

to treat malaria, Parkinson's.

Anyone in your family have cancer?

If they're being treated,
you can thank a pig.

But your focus on Alzheimer's
isn't just professional.

I was always interested
in an Alzheimer's cure,

but now that the disease

will inevitably take the person
I love most in the world,

I thought I could look under
the rock everyone had missed

and keep her with me.

While the pig research sounds gruesome,

it's a legitimate thesis

for understanding the Death Wave.

- Death Wave?
- The adrenaline rush just before death.

When people describe seeing
their life flash before their eyes.

Imagine if we could capture

that adrenaline rush,

imagine what it would do for
people with all kinds of diseases.

And what happened to those studies?

Nothing. I had to abandon them.

We reached a critical
point, where, in order

to capture the real Death Wave

I'd have to kill patients, not pigs.

Excuse me, detectives.

Extensive studies and reports.

Outlining and detailing
the electrical inactivity

in the brain upon death.

These notes seem
to indicate human subjects.

Impossible.

It appears these were people
serving as test subjects,

with their actual fatal moment
being clocked,

and then measured for
electrochemical response.

That can't be on there.

Dr. Portman, would these
test subjects be linked

to the four severed heads we found?

- Heads?
- Yes.

Four victims were decapitated.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

He may be telling the truth;
this is Mrs. Portman's computer.

Martin, why is this on my computer?

- Should they be on yours?
- Of course not.

If it was, it's since been deleted.

Maybe you and Allyson found
that rock that everyone missed.

You'll both need to come with me.

Please.

Hey.

I just want to say how sorry I am...

about your friend.

Thank you.

I'm here if you need anything.

You okay?

Yes.

If you're looking for the bodies,

I don't think they're up there.

Do you really think the Portmans did it?

The study on Allyson's computer
is pretty damning.

That's not what I asked.

When I spoke to Allyson,

she talked about how precious life is,

and how she wanted to make more
memories while she still could.

That does not sound to me like a killer.

I can't make sense of why,

if Martin was doing this research

to save his wife's life,

he would put her at risk
by involving her.

If only we could ID the other heads,

we could build a profile
of the real killer.

Or a match off the facial reconstructions

with the missing persons databases.

If only we knew someone

who had more advanced technology.

Tammy Hayes. 48.

Any connection with the Portmans?

She didn't have Alzheimer's,

and was never a patient
at the Conklin Institute.

However...

she did have stage four
lung cancer and was a patient

in the critical care unit
of the same hospital.

There was a brief lawsuit
against the hospital.

It was settled.

Seems Tammy signed her body off
to research.

A relative signed the settlement
papers after her death.

Aunt Tammy stopped treatment
about three months ago.

She checked herself out of the clinic

so she could die at home and in peace.

Did she talk to you about
leaving her body to science?

I only found out later when I
was trying to handle her burial.

Were you two close?

Not particularly.

But she was very religious,

which is another reason why
I was surprised

to find out she wanted to do this.

Did you talk to anyone
about how she made her decision?

I tried,

because maybe she wasn't
in the best state of mind

when she agreed to die.

Maybe someone had talked her into it.

But the willed donor department
had a signed release.

And anyway, at that point,

there was no body left to bury.

Aunt Tammy had already been
chopped up and brokered off

- to science.
- Oh.

Do you remember who you dealt with?

- Who was in charge?
- Yeah, it was this really nice guy...

Dr. Wells.

If Wells was brokering the bodies...

Explains why we couldn't find them.

Maybe Victor was helping him
dispose of the heads.

That gang leader did say that
Victor had some big stuff going on.

And the data Julian found
on Allyson's laptop...

Wells could have planted
it there to frame her.

Leading us to think
it was her Alzheimer's

that made her forget to delete it.

Dr. Wells may have a more
extreme God complex than Portman.

Rules are for mere mortals.

A severe lack of empathy for others.

He wouldn't even see them as human,

just subjects for his radical research.

They ID'd the other two victims.

One had coronary artery disease;

the other, fulminant hepatic failure.

- Both terminal.
- And both...

at the same hospital.

Dr. Wells?

Is that a showerhead?

Not unusual

in a lab, but sure helpful if
you're dismembering bodies.

Wow!

Is that a guillotine?

A quick, painless and easy method

to kill your terminally ill patients

and record their brain activity.

- Can I help you?
- Dr. Wells.

As a matter of fact, yes.

We'd like to talk with you about
murdering Victor Owens, Tammy...

Murdering?

I didn't murder anyone.

Those people were already dying.

Each one of them signed up for it, okay?

They knew my research had the potential

to change the world for the better.

Oh, so a win-win.

Except for the dead people.

Oh. This isn't about winning.

My research can help fight diseases

that shatter people's lives
and their families.

I can save millions of people.

Sometimes you got to break a few eggs?

Eggs were already broken.

These people were already dying.

Victor wasn't.

Victor was killing himself
with a fentanyl addiction.

It was only a matter of time.

A man with a checkered past
working with you

made the perfect cover.

But his drug use
was making him a liability.

You couldn't risk him talking,
so you killed him.

Detective, how many people can truly say

that their lives had meaning?

Each one of my subjects

died knowing, at the end,

their lives mattered.

Yes, I'm sure that's what you told them.

But did you also spell out

that the experimental procedure
they signed up for

was to be beheaded alive?

Wow.

You're so... principled
and humane and sanctimonious.

But, uh, let me ask you a question.

How will you sleep at night

knowing these few precious eggs
you keep unbroken

will crush millions of others?

Their uncured diseases,

their pain,

their deaths will be
on your head, not mine.

No. Quadruple homicide
will be on your head.

Oh, people die every day.

Murderers kill every day.

You're the murderers!

You're the ones
who should be locked up, not me!

You do not get to decide
whose lives do and don't matter.

You're under arrest for murder.

Well, well, well.

It's good to see you, Julian.

I'd put out my hand,
but would you shake it?

Shall we get to work?

Let's do that.

And, uh, let me say
how sorry I am about Maya.

If you had anything to do with her death,

I will kill you.

Nice to see you haven't changed.

Shall we?

And you call me the minute
you get your results, right?

Um, the MRI got interrupted,

so I'm going back in tomorrow
to do it again.

But I have a good feeling about it.

Suddenly I'm... seeing clearly.

- Any idea what happened?
- Mm-hmm.

The release of adrenaline
and norepinephrine

from the medulla of my adrenal glands.

Acute stress disorder,

also known as fight-or-flight response.

- What was the threat?
- Not what.

Who.

It's a long story.

I'll tell you about it when you get back.

Okay.

What did you choose? Fight or flight?

When I was in the CIA,

we were wired not to think about death.

We just did our job.

Then I met Andy,
and he thought about it for me.

Now, with our baby on the way,

being here, staying around matters.

Really, for the first time.

I'm very glad to hear that.

And I'm very glad you're doing this.

What made you change your mind?

If Allyson can find a way
to make more memories,

I should be able to, as well.

I mean, if your life
flashed before your eyes,

it would take an hour.

Mine would last the length of a yawn.

I'm proud of you.

I'm gonna miss you.

Oh, please. I'm gonna be gone two weeks.

You'll forget I'm gone before lunch.

Nothing of the sort.

I'll be here when you get back.

I know.

Take good care of him.

I will. You know what they say,

nothing prepares you for
parenthood like having a dog.

And Andy and I are gonna
spoil you rotten, Gary.

Take good care of her.

Oh, I will.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

Nowhere in particular.

I've always wanted
to travel across country,

and I realized,
what have I been waiting for?

How very unexpected of you,
Detective Needham.

Just going where the road

and your 170-horsepower machine takes me.

Except one stop.

Uh, there's an MMA match
in Vegas on Saturday.

I may pop in there.

Good-bye, handsome.

Bye, Lizzie.

Oh, you-you were talking to Gary.

Well, that's embarrassing.

So...

what do you feel like doing?

Come on.

Do you have any upcoming appointments

I should know about, Gary?