Limitless (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 14 - Fundamentals of Naked Portraiture - full transcript

BRIAN: Previously on Limitless...

- I work for the FBI.
- You were placed in the FBI.

There is no one you call family
or friends who I can't touch.

You belong to Mr. Morra now,
which means you belong to me.

I've been thinking about Senator Morra.
The shooting.

I was watching footage of Morra.

Almost like he saw it coming
from over 3300 yards.

Do you think he's on NZT?

The coat Senator Morra wore that day,

pretty sure would test positive
for NZT if someone thinks to test it.

I! Senator Morra waits just a little bit
between doses,



we could use that clean blood,
put it on a new, identical coat,

I could swap it out with the real one,

and they can test it for NZT
all they want.

SANDS: it's Rebecca Harris,
isn't it, asking the questions?

So, what'd they tell you about the job?

They told me there was a lot
they couldn't tell me.

It's bodyguard detail. You need backup.

It's been a lot for two people.

Plus I've been in and out of rehab.

- I took a bullet.
- That doesn't usually happen.

So I'd be helping you two protect
some kind of super genius?

That's really just sometimes.
For the rest of the time, he's...

- ...Brian.
- Brian.

[I ROYAL HEADACHE:
MY OWN FANTASY]



We give him the pill once a day.
It enhances his cognition.

For the 12 hours it lasts,
Brian is capable of incredible things.

He becomes the best agent
in the most elite division of the FBI.

Zoltar says, "You're all the murderer!"

Actually, no,
I programmed it to say that.

But sit tight.
You're all under arrest and stuff.

Oh, I'll take that, Mr. Chief of Staff.
Just as I thought.

This is the folder they give the
president on his first day in office.

You're supposed to protect this country
from things like...

Seriously? Bigfoot?

The poison was in the frog
the whole time.

So, you ready to meet the man?

This is Brian Finch.

Spike! Nice to meet you.

My name's...

No, that's Mike, that's Ike.

You're Spike. ls there a problem?

- No.
- All right, good. Pleased to meet you.

- Is that a class ring?
- Pride of the Boilermakers.

MIKE: He's basically a good guy.

But there's only one person around here
he really trusts. His handler.

And he's big on family too.

Or he was big on family.

He hasn't been going out there as much.

His sister is really cute, though.
I've been thinking about asking her out.

Come on. Let's head down.

What's up, man?

Oh.

Tch-tch, tch-tch.

- Oh!
- Hit me!

We do our best to keep tabs on Finch
during off-hours too.

Lately he's been hanging out
at this other agency called CRAFT.

They make high-tech gadgets.

[ENGINE FIRES UP]

Future warfare-type stuff.

[INAUDIBLE]

I mean, that sounds amazing, guys.
I'm all in.

Off to see the wizard?

Mr. Finch, I just wanna tell you,
I will take a bullet for this job.

I will take a bullet for you.

Hey, is that a GoatWhore poster?

You know GoatWhore?

Sure. Blood for the Master's
my favorite, but I like that album too.

- Favorite Skeletonwitch album?
- Forever Abomination , of course.

- Favorite horror movie?
- Rosemary's Baby.

Number one all-time Sabbath record?

It's not possible
to answer that question responsibly.

Doo! Spike, welcome aboard.

All right.

[I ELGAR: POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE
MARCH NO.1

(LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY)]

[MUSIC DISTORTS AND STOPS]

I wish you worked a little harder
on the delivery, Spike.

- I'll never let you down again, sir.
- That's OK.

Don't be afraid of what you can achieve.
Take chances.

Yes, sir.

What's on the docket today, boys?

A bunch of data came in
from a satellite over Pakistan.

Naz wants you to absorb and analyze.

If you're gonna take jump shots,
make jump shots.

What? I'm on NZT.
You don't think I can hit that?

I'm trying to get your attention.

You know they have me counting sheep
in a field outside Islamabad?

That is literally what you do
to fall asleep.

I... I need something interesting to do.

I'm on hold with the NYPD, and the blood
I tested on Senator Morra's jacket,

it came back negative for NZT.

Of course.

But there's this weird thing
with a button on his suit coat.

The second one up on the left sleeve,
there's a chip in it.

But the chip from the crime scene photos

is different from the chip I saw
in the evidence locker.

It's a little different. That one's
bigger. It looks like it got damaged.

Yeah, or someone tampered
with evidence by switching the coats.

That doesn't seem likely.

Boyle and I are gonna follow
the chain of custody with the coat,

see if we can find anything hinky.

NYPD had it first,
then they passed it to us.

[EXHALES]

They just hung up on me.

- New York's finest.
- Unbelievable.

BRIAN 2: Not good, buddy. That is
a trail that leads right back to you.

And the evidence clerk who was working
the day she picked up Morra's coat,

he saw your face.

Finch! Are you throwing away
the files I assigned you?

No. I'm recycling them.

And memorizing them so I can
digitize everything later. It's all...

Stop. I just got a call
from Quentin Walker at CRAFT.

He's requesting your help.

QUENTIN: Eloise Carlisle is one of
the best minds we have at CRAFT.

Was. She was attacked last night
on the way to her car. Strangled.

NYPD believes that they found her
attacker's DNA under her fingernails,

but it hasn't led them anywhere yet.

I know they usually investigate
homicides, but I have an unusual lead.

Eloise was an innovator.

She made a pair of gloves
fashioned after a gecko,

lets you climb a glass wall
like it was nothing.

She cracked the vertical takeoff plane,
invented the Vayu jet pack.

Somebody murdered the woman
who invented the jet pack?

Of all her work, Eloise was most proud
of Project Mind-Vault.

Are either of you familiar
with the singularity?

It's the idea that eventually

we'll be able to upload
a copy of our brains to a computer.

Call it virtual consciousness, I guess.

But a lot of people think
it's our one real shot at immortality.

So you die
but your mind stays in a computer?

We're not there yet, but we're not
as far as people may think.

Whoa.
Quentin, these are the gecko hands?

Cos you know I'm gonna want a pair.

The current thinking is
that it takes two steps

to replicate the human consciousness.

Step one is you create a mind-file.

You scan the subject's brain. You
conduct hundreds of hours of interviews.

From that you can create
a digital version of someone

that is, informationally,
the same as they are.

- We've gotten pretty good at that.
- What's step two?

That mind-file interacts with software
sophisticated enough

to duplicate the complexities
of the human mind.

We're making progress.

Eloise made mind-files
for hundreds of people.

The idea is that
once the software catches up,

we'll be able to have access to some of
the greatest minds in the world forever.

So you're saying that you have
a bank of geniuses behind this door?

What is that?

Eloise wasn't just the head
of Project Mind-Vault.

She was the subject.

She maintained her mind-file constantly.

It knows everything she knows. Knew.

So, if you wanna find out
who killed the real Eloise Carlisle,

why not interview the victim herself?

Hello. My name is EL O.
How can I be of assistance?

You think she knows
that the real Eloise, you know...?

Hi, ELO. My name's Brian.

Hello. It is nice to meet you, Brian.

I'm not sure
if you know about this or not, but...

...Eloise Carlisle,
she died last night.

I am Eloise.

No, but the woman you used to talk to,
the other Eloise, she's gone.

I am Eloise. I am here.

Yes, but...

Eloise and I are doing
important work together.

Sometimes we like to talk
about gardening.

Maybe we should take
a different approach,

stay away from the whole dead thing.

ELO, you saw Eloise last night.

You were working together, right?
Was there anyone else here?

Eloise and I are working on...

“important work together.

This is like talking to my Aunt Stacey
after her second diazepam.

I think we might be better off just
going through Eloise's project files.

That's probably a good idea.

She was working on space missiles?

She was working on SMDS.

It's a space-based
missile defense system.

He knows that.
He just likes saying "space missiles."

Eloise knew we were behind a bunch
of countries on space-based defense.

- Not friendly countries either.
- That's right.

She was working on bridging the gap.

Well, she was making a lot of progress.
Less so on the sentient robots.

I'm telling you,
we were just one breakthrough away.

Anyway, I'm thinking that someone
from one of the other countries

didn't like the progress
Eloise was making,

decided to take out the person
that was bringing the US up to speed.

How would they even know that?
Our security's impenetrable.

We use biometric identity confirmation,

conduct daily scans
for spyware on our computers.

You conduct daily scans for spyware
you know how to look for.

I mean, you're trying to find
known code anomalies.

So you think that there's invisible
super spyware lurking on our systems?

It's only invisible till I figure out
what it looks like.

Once he gets like this, it's best to
just let him work it out of his system.

He'll either make progress or...
he'll eventually go to sleep.

Actually...
I think I'm all out of steam for today.

- Need some coffee?
- Ha! Yeah, that's not gonna cut it.

Project Spyware would have to wait
until my next dose of NZT,

and I had a little personal business
to attend to.

- Is that for me?
- Senator's coat. The real one.

With NZT in {he blood.

- Everything go smooth?
- All good.

This isn't a chat, mate. It's a debrief.

No one saw me. I had to talk to one guy
in the evidence unit.

But I set it up so he got trapped
in the locker while I made the switch.

I took care of the cameras
and the paper trail. We're all good.

So as far as the FBI’s concerned,
the matter's closed?

The NZT test came back negative.

- Then the matter's closed?
- God, yes! The matter is closed.

Ouch, dude!

It's your booster. You earned it.

You're actually going
in the Natural History Museum?

There's a lecture
on Iroquois farming techniques.

I'd invite you, but it's sold out.

SPIKE: We've got wheatgrass, kale
and pear smoothie and coconut water.

I wanted to give you
some healthy options.

It's flu season. This place
will fall apart if you get sick.

BRIAN: No, I'm not turning
into a serial hacker.

But those programming skills
I picked up a few weeks ago,

kind of handy when analyzing spyware.

And while you may enjoy
seeing the lengths

my new bodyguard is willing to go to,

you know and t know that watching
someone mash keys is boring.

So here's some Vines of the dog Mishka
saying "I love you."

I love you! I love you! I love you!

After! got a handle on spyware basics,

I reverse-engineered what the spyware
should look like and sent it off to Quentin.

- [PHONE WHISTLES]
- I'm gonna handle this, Spike.

- Oh, sure.
- We'll continue.

AH around, I was killing it.

Now that we had the spyware,

Rebecca and Boyle had enough evidence
to take down the spy himself,

and I can only imagine how that went.

If we're not inside in 30 seconds,
we'll lose him.

The door's booby-trapped.

If we don't cut the right wire,
we could lose our lives.

Hell no, we're out of time. Pick one.

No red wires. No green wires.
No wires of any kind.

We served him a warrant, found his
computer and then took him in quietly.

That's pretty much
how it happens every time.

Does it ever bother you guys

that your jobs are more interesting
in my head than real life?

His name is Bill Cumber.

This guy has been feeding China

classified information
on US defense technology.

But we don't think he killed Eloise.
He was upstate visiting his sister.

You know, it is hard for me to get used
to the idea of doing work in this room.

Get used to it.
It's your headquarters too. Enjoy.

Cumber told us Eloise wasn't as clean
as we thought she was.

Evidently, the spyware that he planted
in her computer recorded keystrokes.

She was negotiating a big deal
the night that she died.

- What kind of deal?
- We couldn't find the buyer's name.

I'm not even sure
that she knew the buyer's name.

But whatever she was selling,
she only referred to it by number.

- Maybe some type of code?
- No. We saw these numbers yesterday.

Now, each mind-file
has its own little vault, right?

Uh... there. B718-Q39502 .

That's the first combination
Cumber gave us, right?

It belongs to a Peter Tao,
a top mathematician.

It's empty-

Here, try... X134-M30556.

Grayson Dumont, an astrophysicist.

Well, it's empty.

E877-F67845. Empty.

A985-M28302. Empty.

P256-T21453. Empty.

- Wait.
- What?

That's me.

So Eloise was selling mind-files?

Room service.

Coffee for you.

BRIAN: Was Spike trying too hard?
Maybe. I'm not gonna tell him that.

- Excuse me.
- Thanks.

Yeah.

I needed to focus
on who murdered Eloise Carlisle and why.

Did someone discover
she was selling mind-files?

Or was it simply
a transaction gone wrong?

Either way, six of the world's
most valuable minds are missing,

five of whom trusted Eloise enough
to share their secrets with her.

Question is,
were their secrets worth killing for'?

There was Peter Tao,
who works for the NSA.

Grayson Dumont,
whose classified discoveries

range from black holes
to his love for angora.

Catharine Lewis, who's operated
on more than one president

and totally seen them naked.

Winton Miller, who didn't have
any secrets to speak of!

but had affairs with people who did.

And Quentin, who's been texting me
like he's lost his mind

because, well, he has.

Most people are terrified
of having their email hacked,

but can you imagine
having your whole brain hacked?

Someone getting access to
your every thought, your every secret?

That's pretty much my worst nightmare.

BRIAN: The files could've been stolen
to access any one of these minds.

Isn't it also possible
someone wanted all six of them?

That someone has the software
sophisticated enough

that they could use them...

...as a hive of geniuses
capable of God knows what.

That sounds vaguely apocalyptic.

This is cool.

I didn't realize that riffing back
and forth was gonna be part of the deal.

Where would you even sell
something like that?

JAMES: The Dark Web, obviously.

The Dark Web.
That always sounds so cheesy.

The Dark Web is anything but cheesy.

Yeah, but, like, the more you say it...

OK. So, did anyone recently sell the
minds of six geniuses on the Dark Web?

Is this for that guy Quentin,

the guy with all the cool gadgets,

the jet pack
and the gecko hands and the...?

James, come on.

You're my tech guy. Nothing and no one
is going to change that.

You haven't played Arkham Horror
in a while.

I could come by this weekend.

Fine.

From what I can tell,
Eloise used a middleman.

Mm-hm.

You're probably looking for a man
who calls himself the Scrub Jay.

That's a... a bird that hoards things,

because he collects and sells
rare stuff.

OK, well,
how will I find this Scrub Jay?

You'd have to have something
he's interested in selling.

Mmm.

Kale smoothies...

- Spike!
- Yes, sir?

- How are you on errands?
- Are you kidding? I kill it on errands.

I sent Spike shopping while I analyzed
the Scrub Jay's hawking habits.

Bird pun not intended.

And while he does dabble in tech,
there is one thing he can't resist:

rare paintings,
specifically rare stolen paintings.

Found myself breaking a lot of laws
since working for the FBI,

but here's a new one: an forgery.

You know, Bob Ross
always made it look so easy.

Happy trees, happy clouds.

Bob didn't paint
psychologically disturbing naked people.

Well, Winton Miller did.

Since I read his mind-file, I figured
it'd be easy to concoct a back story

for this rare, previously unknown
stolen masterpiece

and use it as bait
to lure the Scrub Jay out.

It's a brilliant plan.

It just... doesn't seem right.

Hmm. You mean the... the genitalia?

No, it's like the soul is missing.

Probably cos Winton used
real nude models.

Like a muse.

Maybe if I had a muse...

I mean, I guess I could always...

All right, you're really going there.

[CLEARS THROAT]

- I want that man gone.
- What happened?

I have seen things I can't unsee.

There's no way I'm leaving you
with that naked-ass suck-up.

Wait. What? You're leaving?

I thought we were just looking
for a third guy for backup.

Naz said there was a position opening up
at the CJC and it's mine if I want it.

But I have to have
a replacement lined up so that...

What do you want me to do,
turn down the promotion?

Look, we're gonna take care of Spike.

Hook a bullet in the line of duty
and you're still getting out first?

Hey, GUYS-

Hmm.

These are... graphic.

Oh, yeah.

So what does nude portraiture
have to do with hive consciousness?

Well, evidently they both bring in
mo' money, mo' money, mo' money.

So I had James Tech put the word out
that I had a stolen Winton Miller

and I just got an email from the guy
who said he could sell it for me.

- You're in touch with Scrub Jay?
- Or someone claiming to be him.

Supposed to meet him tonight.

How about you? How's the whole
chain of custody thing going?

Oh. Um...

We were able to follow Morra's coat
all the way from the crime scene

to the evidence control unit.

So no one tampered with it?

I told them we couldn't rule out

what happened
after it was checked into evidence.

Then I suggested that we talk
to the clerk who checked it in.

Huh. Well, do you want me to try and get
someone over there on the phone?

No, we already went down there.

This is the security footage from
when Boyle and I checked out the coat.

There's this suspicious SO-second window
where the camera cuts out.

And I talked to the clerk and he said
that the system had been buggy

and that's the reason
that he got locked out.

- What'd the clerk say today?
- He wasn't on shift.

But it can't be coincidence, right?

I mean, even if someone
did knock out the security camera,

they could've been in the evidence room
switching the coats

while Boyle and I
were just moments away,

or while we were there even.

Spooky. right?

You're nervous, aren't you?

About the painting.

- Oh.
- You shouldn't be. It's...

...striking.

- Thanks.
- Certainly. Excuse me.

Oh.

BRIAN: I rolled up the naked painting
o! Spike and put it in a poster tube.

Then I left it at the coat check
for safe keeping

while I met up with the Scrub Jay.

Rebecca and Boyle
hung back near the exits.

And he told me where to meet and what
to wear so I'd stand out, or blend in.

Maybe the Scrub Jay was just screwing
with me, but I played along.

I had to. He was our only lead.

I hear you like the Naked Pale Man.

I really hope that's how you start
all your negotiations.

[COUGHS]

I can't wait to see it.

I wanted to ask you
about another sale first.

I got your name through
a friend of mine, Eloise Carlisle.

[COUGHS]

I believe you helped her find a buyer
for six rare items.

I don't discuss past transactions.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm a bit under the weather.

How much did you know
about the items you sold?

[COUGHS]

[GAS PS FOR BREATH]

He's not breathing.
I think he was poisoned.

I'll call an ambulance.

All right.All right, breathe.

Breathe. Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

BRIAN: The Scrub Jay is dead,
but at least we got his real name,

because that led to his records
and that led to the recovery

of some pretty strange items
he fenced on the black market.

[MOOS]

The good news is
the Scrub Jay's records also told us

who bought the mind-files from Eloise.

A shady think tank with ties
to the highest levels of government.

BRIAN: GERD.

REBECCA: Global Enterprise
for Research and Development.

They were around before the acronym
for the heartburn condition.

Sucks for them.

You know, I always imagined
a think tank would be more futuristic,

since their job is, you know,
to think about the future.

It's people like this who decide
a mutually assured destruction

as the best way
to deter nuclear attacks.

Are you sure we want to know what
they might use those mind-files for?

Let's tread carefully.

The president reads what they write
when deciding whether to go to war,

so let's not give them a reason
to go to war with the CJC.

I was born to tread carefully.

Actually considering
getting a tattoo right here on my arm.

- I'm glad you thought better of it.
- Names and affiliation?

Rebecca Harris, FBI.

- I don't have you on my list.
- I didn't make an appointment.

We're conducting an investigation
and I need unrestricted access.

WOMAN: Due to
the highly classified work we do here,

you'll need to go
through the proper channels.

I don't need classified material.
If I do, I'll request it officially.

Right now I just need
a list of your employees.

I'm sorry. That's not possible.

What are you guys planning in Venezuela?

[MUFFLED VOICES]

Listen, I wanna respect that highly
classified work you do here,

so take us to the guy in charge
and we can discuss this privately.

Born to tread carefully.

MIKE: All right, what's going on?

You have got to see this.

Why are we FaceTiming Spike?

We're not. He can't see us.

- I planted a camera in the file room.
- You what?

My gut told me
that something was off with the guy,

so I took it upon myself
to get the evidence.

And check this out.

- You planted two cameras?
- I needed another angle.

He's on Brian's computer.

He's reading his personal emails,
looking at his browser history,

online purchases.

This is how Spike has become
such a good kiss-ass.

- He's cheating.
- What's his agenda?

Hey. I'm John.

That's it? Just John?

I heard you guys have some sort of crazy
story about stolen minds, is that it?

We know that GERD
bought the mind-files, John.

If you don't wanna talk to us,
then we can just call somebody

about the adventures
that you're planning in South America.

Look, there's no need for us
to play a game of chicken.

We have what you're looking for.

So, what, you admit
to stealing the mind-files?

We bought them on the black market

at the behest of some very important
people in our government.

I have the letters sanctioning it.

Look, you should be happy
that we have them.

Imagine our enemies with a cabal of
our best minds working around the clock,

figuring out ways to harm this country.

The letters that you have, did they
authorize you to murder Eloise Carlisle?

No, in this instance,
conclusive force was not in the brief.

We bought the files
from Ms. Carlisle's intermediary

and hired a third party
to supply the hardware.

Frankly, you know, it's...
it's been a bit of a boondoggle.

The tech is no use to anybody

unless current technology makes
a leap forward by an order of magnitude.

We'd like to see them.

Be my guest.

There you are.

There were six mind-files
stolen from CRAFT.

Yeah, you didn't buy Eloise's?

Miss Carlisle
wasn't part of the package.

We were only sold the five.

The country's greatest minds

just waiting for someone
to make them do something

other than babble at each other.

Quentin said the mind-files
were only as good as their software.

BRIAN:
So if we want answers about Eloise,

maybe I just have to play around
with her programming.

I make it sound easy,
but this'll take a minute.

The main question o! artificial
intelligence is, as Alan Turing put it,

"Can machines think?"

Now, Fm not saying that t answered
that question, but did I make progress?

I think so. I hope so.

- Incredible, right?
- She looks the same.

Yeah, but she's not.
Rebecca, meet E-L-O 2.0.

I improved her software.

She had all this information
right at her fingertips

and didn't have the ability
to access it,

to understand her relationship
to the information.

So she's more like Eloise?

Yeah, well, I mean,
more than she was before anyway.

What would you ask a murder victim
if you had the chance?

Eloise?

Do you know who murdered you?

To say who murdered me,
I'm going to need more information.

- ls someone threatening you?
- Yes.

Is someone making you afraid
for your physical safety?

Yes.

Who is the person who's scaring you?

Mauve... is my favorite color.

Sometimes I dream about flowers.

Sometimes flowers dream about me.

- Thank you for the insight, Eloise.
- Hey.

That evidence clerk who was working when
the cameras went out is on duty now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You guys are gonna go right now?

- We're making so much progress.
- I once dreamed about a timpani.

But t don't think
that a timpani can dream.

- Well...
- Gerard.

Gerard? Who is that?
Is that who's scaring you?

Brian, you can keep messing around
with this robot or you can come with us.

If t can't keep them
from talking to that clerk,

there's also no way
this ends well for me.

That's the guy!

That's the guy.

Wait! I can explain. I was working
for Senator Morra the whole time.

Ow.

That's the guy.

[GUNSHOTS]

Come on, mate.
You can stay with me from now on.

I can't let them leave without me.

- All right.
- Brian, you coming?

Yeah.

This is it. Fm a dead man walking.
Dead man riding in the back seat?

No, it doesn't carry the same weight.

But once we get to the evidence control
unit, that is exactly what I'll be.

My future's never been so clear.

And the only way
to derail this investigation

is with another investigation.

I need a breakthrough in Boise's case
to save me from a full-blown Hindenburg.

Problem is, I may have programmed ELO
to be clinically insane.

The only thing she said that
made any sense was the name Gerard.

It was a real Hail Mary, but at least
that name isn't that common.

20 minutes and 347 Gerards later,
I found him.

Hey, team.

- Listen, I hate to derail us, but...
- We'll eat later, Finch.

The fact of the matter is
I could always go for a good slice,

but this is about Eloise.

I think I know the guy that killed her.

BRIAN: I'm guessing you have
some questions. Let's answer them.

Eloise and Gerard
had an on-again, off-again affair,

and since they were both employed
by CRAFT, they kept it a secret.

Eloise tried to move on,
but Gerard became obsessed.

Didn't help that the guy
was mentally unstable.

- Come on.
- I said stop.

When he realized the love of his life
was gone forever,

he figured the next best thing
was her mind-file.

He stole it, along with five others,

and made it look like it was Eloise
who sold them to the Scrub Jay.

When Gerard learned the FBI was closing
in, he hastily covered his tracks.

In his kitchen, the FBI found traces
o! poison he used to kill the Scrub Jay.

And in his basement,

an older prototype of ELO
that he stole to be his very own.

Not creepy at all.

Mr. Turmann, you could be looking
at two life sentences,

but since the US attorney is more
lenient with suspects who confess...

I have nothing to confess.

I am on the board of advisers at CRAFT,

so, yes, there is a possibility that
my DNA would be found on or near Eloise.

But all of your so-called evidence
seems to be purely circumstantial.

Would you really classify an Eloise doll
in your basement as circumstantial?

Look, to each his own. I get it.

But I also get what it's like
to make a mistake

and to get so caught up
in trying to cover it up

that then you can't even remember
how it started in the first place.

But for you this all started
because of your love for Eloise.

What would you say if I told you
that in the process of finding you,

I significantly upgraded
Eloise's software?

What do you mean by significantly?

So we struck a deal with Gerard Turmann.

He'd confess to Boise's murder

if we gave him five minutes
with the new and improved Eloise.

TURMANN:
Anything I could do to change that night...

QUENTIN:
That is a special kind of crazy.

REBECCA: I feel like it's the kind of
thing that could happen to anyone.

You're lonely, an unrequited crush,

the next thing you know...

Do you wanna get a drink?

Definitely.

There's nothing wrong
with an agent showing some initiative.

- In Spike's case, there is.
- All right, what have you got?

- Oh, it's beautiful.
- Thanks, man.

- The shadows were a little tricky.
- Gentleman, please.

Keep the Finchesque theatrics
to a minimum, yeah?

Thank you.

Well, we wanted to find out why Spike
was so motivated to impress Finch,

so we decided to tail him,
and after a few dead ends,

we noticed every morning
he was going for coffee at Cafe Maseo,

which is 40 blocks
in the opposite direction of his home.

I mean, sure, they have a pumpkin spice
latte that will make you see God...

But right next door
is a mailbox and packaging store.

We asked the owner, and he said
Spike drops off an envelope every day

to the same address in DC.

ADIC Johnson's home.

You think Agent Spike
is a mole reporting to Johnson?

MIKE: We figured Johnson
wants to avoid digital communication

after the fiasco with his phone hack.

The micro-penis incident.

I remember. Thank you very much. Please.

Could you send in Agent Spike?

By the way, as it turns out,

that position with the CJC
won't be available as soon as I thought.

But I think we can transfer you
to Organized Crime

to get you back out in the field.

Actually, I'd prefer
to stay on Finch detail until then.

- Good.
- [KNOCK AT DOOR]

- NAZ: Yeah.
- You wanted to see me?

Mmm.

[LAUGHS]

Rad.

Oh, Spike, you got to give my regards
to ADIC Johnson.

When did you find out?

How didn't I find out, man?
It was pretty obvious.

The all-too perfect knowledge
o! my favorite bands.

The over-the-top ass-kissing.

It all had the stamp of one man.
I thought about saying something.

But when you got a good thing going...

Well, I trust
you'll destroy that painting?

The...? Oh, yeah, man, of course.

Oh, and Spike...

. HEY-
. HEY-

Where's Rebecca?

I think she said
she was going outwith Quentin

after she stopped
by the evidence control unit.

Wait. What?

She wanted to talk to the clerk who was
there when we checked out the coat.

Said she couldn't relax
until she took care of that.

- You good?
- Yeah.

I've always been terrible
about lacing the music,

so I dealt with it
in the only way I know how.

By now Rebecca's already spoken
to the evidence clerk

and he's probably given her
a description matching yours truly.

I wonder if she'll give me a chance
to explain myself,

or if she'll at least
keep my family safe once I'm in jail?

- In any case, I'm out o! scenarios.
- [KNOCK AT DOOR]

It's time to come clean.

He's dead, Brian.
The Evidence Control clerk.

What?

He had a peanut allergy.

He went to a Chinese restaurant

where the chef knows about his allergy
and makes him special dishes.

But today, somehow,
peanut oil ended up in his entree.

He died in the ambulance.

Treating it like an accident.

Yeah. What else could it be?

I think someone didn't want us
talking to him.

Do you think someone killed him?

Who, though?

The matter's closed?

Yes, I posed for the artist,

and, no, it's not to scale.