Limitless (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 16 - Sands, Agent of Morra - full transcript
While Rebecca and Boyle look for a kidnapped boy, Brian is forced to help Sands after he shows up at his door wounded.
BRIAN: Previously on Limitless...
- I work for the FBI.
- You were placed in the FBI.
You belong to Mr. Morra now,
which means you belong to me.
Brian's sister is really cute.
I've been thinking about asking her out.
Before you went to work
for Senator Morra, you were MIG.
How much did Morra pay
to take you away from the SIS?
If Senator Morra is using NZT,
if he is connected to the purges
that wiped the pills off the streets
two years ago,
it's gonna take more than a buyout
to keep me from the truth.
BRIAN: I had all the ingredients
for a relaxing night at home.
Three unwatched episodes
of a certain fantasy epic...
...Thai food, Sinbad, and my sister,
who loves the show but has a hard time
keeping up when Sinbad's involved.
So if the bearded guy with the cool
sword kills all the ice zombies,
he still has to fight the other
bearded guy with the cool sword, right?
You know what?
I'm still focused on the way
that guy's head just went... pttt!
It reminded me
of how my last date ended.
Ew. What?
Something you wanna talk about?
Mm-mm.
That's what I have girlfriends for.
Oh, my God. Stop that. Stop it.
But in this age of Netflix and chill,
it is no time
to be looking for someone decent.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
[BANGING ON DOOR]
BRIAN: Oh, God.
- [GROANS]
- Sands!
Uh, Rach, this is a colleague of mine.
My racquetball partner.
- Whoa!
- I know! I know!
Your racquetball partner is bleeding!
Oh, dear! All right, sit tight.
- I'm gonna call 911.
- No.
- What? You don't want me to call 911?
- No.
Then I'll call our mutual friend.
He's got nurses and stuff. What?
No.
I know you've got extra pills here.
Use one and fix this.
[GROANS]
Uh, Rach, I got some kind of weird news.
Looks like we're gonna have to operate.
- Operate? He needs a hospital!
- No!
- That's not an option apparently.
- Well, neither is operating.
- Why are you getting out your records?
- Just... forget it, OK?
The important thing for you to know
is I don't... the racquetball with him.
He's... an undercover agent.
Can't you get FBI doctors?
No, I can't, because he's in too deep.
They can't know he's part of the Bureau.
You and me are the only way to help him.
But the good news is that I do have
a certain level of FBI medical training.
OK, that's a white He, but t did read
my brother's medical school books
when I was trying to figure out
why my dad was sick.
If you give me a hand with this,
it'll be OK.
OK. So... there's a piece of glass
stuck in his great saphenous vein.
RACHEL: How do you know
what a great saphenous vein is?
We have to get the glass out
but we need to be super careful
cos his femoral artery is right there.
We need to sew the vein back together
and close the wound.
Oh, shoot. I don't have a sewing kit.
You know what? Blue building
across the street, apartment 3A.
A girl named Kayleigh lives there and
she knits. Go ask to borrow her stuff.
I just go over there
and introduce myself?
Bring the pizza cutter I borrowed from
her. That way she knows you're legit.
- Rach, it's either that...
- [GROANS]
- [SCREAMS]
- ...or apply pressure to the wound.
[WHISPERS] What are you doing here?
Wilder, DeMille, Lean, Huston...
Hi.
Good. Just put your finger right there.
- Hmm?
- Put your finger right there.
[SANDS GROANS]
- BRIAN: All right.
- RACHEL: Wow.
- That is graphic.
- Uh-huh.
- Let go.
- OK. OK.
All right.
Pretty tidy stitch job.
[GROANS]
- The FBI teach you that?
- Yes, they did.
And now my friend
is gonna go back into the night
to complete his top-secret assignment
and we'll never speak of this again.
You all right?
[GAS PS FOR BREATH]
Oh! Is he breathing?
[GAS PS FOR BREATH]
Well, it's like he's inhaling but...
he can't breathe out.
Wait, wait.
I saw this on one of my shows.
If he gets hit hard in the chest,
his breathing gets blocked.
It's called... tension... tension...
Tension pneumothorax. That's good.
R's good?
Yeah, cos we can fix it.
See, his trachea is crushing his lungs.
Must have just shifted from the fight,
so the air gets trapped in there.
So as soon as we, you know,
poke a hole in one of them...
But we gotta act quickly
or else he'll suffocate.
I'm not watching this.
[GASPS]
Cheers.
Are you OK?
Do you want water?
- [EXHALES]
- OK.
- Brian.
- What?
- Long night's work ahead of me.
- OK, great. Well, good luck with that.
- I'll see you later.
- No.
I need your assistance with something.
Kindly grab me something less bloody
to wear, meet me at my car.
You wanna fill me in on
some of the details of this work, Sands?
Suffice to say
it concerns our mutual friend.
You won't be in any physical danger.
Come on. Help me up.
Um...
OK, so I think I gotta leave right now.
- What?
- Yeah.
Rach, I need you to do
like three things for me, OK? Hold this.
Number one, do not tell anyone about
this. I mean it. Don't tell anyone.
Number two, do not ask me the hundreds
of questions going through your head.
I don't have time to answer 'em.
I will later maybe.
Number three, will you do me a solid?
Will you like clean this place up
and just tidy up overall in general?
OK.
Rach, I really mean it when I say
don't tell anyone about this, OK?
- Not anyone, ever.
- OK.
OK, thanks. Love you. Bye.
Really?
You're a big guy.
I don't have a lot that fits you.
So you gonna tell me what happened?
I ran into an old colleague.
And that has to do
with what we're doing tonight?
You and I are on separate tracks.
My job is my business.
You will find a man
named Frederick Tanner.
He's in or around New York City.
The sooner you're able to figure out
where that is,
the more lives you'll be able to save.
- Is he planning an attack?
- It's already happening.
Mr. Morra wants him stopped immediately.
- [PHONE RINGS]
- But the authorities can't be involved.
OK, see that's Rebecca.
What do you want me to say?
Hey!
Rebecca Harris is the least
of your concerns right now.
Recalibrate your thoughts
to the present moment.
Well, what am I supposed
to tell 'em, Sands?
After you find Tanner,
tell 'em you got mugged.
OK. Yeah, that works. It's believable.
You got pistol-whipped, lip split. Yeah.
It was really bloody, mate.
You're gonna punch me in the face
later, aren't you?
That pill does make you quicker.
BRIAN: I can't come to the phone,
but if there's an emergency,
try Rebecca Harris any time,
day or night, 917-555-0163.
[SLEEPS]
Brian, I told you
to change that message.
And charge your phone.
Naz needs everybody in here.
Special Agent Rebecca Harris.
Nope. No way. Don't want it.
I was gonna give it to you
in the morning,
but it looks like
we're working past midnight, so...
Throw it away. You know the rules.
The boy's name is Henry Watkins.
Seven hours ago, he was abducted from
an elementary school in Williamsburg.
Given that there's been no contact
from the kidnapper,
our colleague at CARD
has asked for our help.
Henry's father is an aide
to the US Perm Rep
to the United Nations, Daryl Watkins.
Mr. Watkins is party to sensitive
Security Council information.
Maybe that's why the boy was targeted.
But considering there's been no ransom
yet, the time elapsed is worrisome.
Henry Watkins is also a type 1 diabetic,
and, as far as we know,
he does not have access to medication,
so we have to work quickly on this one.
I'll be running point with CARD,
and Agents Harris and Boyle
will help on the ground.
Thank you. Where is Brian?
- I've called him four times.
- Find Finch.
Really sorry to keep you here all night
right before your birthday.
[SIGHS]
OK, so by the power of Google,
Frederick Tanner is a comptroller
in Spokane, Washington.
Either that or a recently deceased
orthodontist from Tuskegee.
So, we good? Can I go home?
The reason Senator Morra
wastes that pill on you
will forever remain a mystery to me.
Oh, yeah. You're not allowed to take
NZT, are you? What's up with that?
The Frederick Tanner I'm looking for
cannot be Googled, Brian.
Then what is your plan, Sands?
I have no source of information.
How am I supposed to help you?
Runs on UNIX.
Should be everything you need
to muck about behind firewalls and such.
What firewalls, though?
This is a laptop.
I don't know anything about this guy.
Look, if you do,
I suggest you start talking,
because otherwise
I don't know what I'm doing here.
Tanner did as much to make me
the man I am as my actual father did.
More, probably.
BRIAN: I didn't know anything
about Sands before that night,
but his story was epic,
like something out of a comic book.
[CHEERING]
For starters, I couldn't believe
he used to be in a punk band.
His father was a miner in Kent,
so when the big strike of '84 happened,
Sands joined the protests.
They got ugly.
Someone threw a brick and killed a cop.
They held Sands for two weeks
with no formal charges.
One day a man named Tanner
asked to see him.
They wanted Sands to inform on the
strikers' activities to the British SIS.
He said no,
but then they threatened to pin
the murder of the cop on his father.
And so Mr. Sands took
his first job as a spy.
I started as an informant,
found I had an aptitude for the work.
Soon enough...
I became a proper recruit.
BRIAN: Sands went to work for MI6,
part of a team of five
that reported only to Frederick Tanner.
Tanner gave them code names.
Each member of the team was a director
from the golden age of Hollywood.
There was Wilder.
Lean, who could make stuff go boom.
DeMille, the pilot.
Huston for surveillance.
And Peckinpah. That was Sands.
The team acted with virtual autonomy,
completing operations
all over the world.
There was only one golden rule.
No significant relationships.
No wives, no long-term lovers,
nothing that could compromise the team.
Then, seven years ago, they splintered.
What happened to your team?
Did Tanner get involved
with Senator Morra?
Listen, I know you're not used to being
the one answering the questions,
but you and this laptop
are my only resources.
If I'm gonna find this guy,
it's because you tell me
everything you know about him.
You have to tell me the whole story.
SANDS: That's Tanner.
- What happened to that poor guy?
- That, Brian, is a dead man.
Now, I'll answer any further questions
when I get back.
Back from where?
According to a statement
given to the NYPD,
the curb monitor at Henry's school
claimed the boy's father picked him up.
When the police showed her
a photo of Henry's father,
she didn't think it was the same man.
Same kind of car, different guy.
Now, why wouldn't she recognize
the father of one of her own students?
Well, if the kidnapper knew enough
to get the same kind of car,
then he was familiar with his target.
So assuming he wants to keep Henry
alive, then he'll need insulin.
So let's get in touch with local
pharmacies and get a list of customers
who bought over-the-counter insulin
in the last 72 hours.
You know how many diabetics there are
in the five boroughs?
- I got four in my family alone.
- It's a start
And when we get more information
we can cross-reference...
Henry's parents.
They just got a list of demands
from the kidnapper.
BRIAN: So while Sands did whatever,
I tried to hack my way
into the personnel files
for the British
Secret Intelligence Service.
It was tedious, nothing you'd wanna
see here, so perpetual dog.
[JAUNTY MUSIC]
You're welcome.
- This could work out great for us, man.
- What are you talking about?
I'm driving around with probably
my least favorite person in the world
trying to find a ghost.
Who cares if you can't find Tanner?
You shouldn't even try.
Just keep Sands talking.
Learn something about him.
Something you can use
the next time he threatens Rebecca.
I don't know about the stalling game,
bud. Lives are at stake.
It'd be great to get the dirt on Sands,
but have you thought about
what he's doing out here tonight?
He showed up to your place
with a giant wound in his leg
and crossed off the name Wilder.
You think the two of them
played a spirited game of backgammon?
And what's he doing
inside that building?
[GUNSHOTS]
Looks like DeMille
just got crossed off the grocery list.
Oh, my God.
- What the hell?
- Get in the car.
You told me we were saving lives.
You're taking out your own team members?
- I don't want a part of that.
- You are supposed to be saving lives.
Saving my former team members from me.
Frederick Tanner's
forcing me to kill them.
So the sooner you tell me where he is,
the sooner I can stop doing it.
Now get in the car.
Lean should be back within the hour.
In the meantime, get comfortable.
Order yourself a milkshake.
OK, first of all,
no more killing people.
And second...
...I'd love a Neapolitan.
But, seriously, stop killing people.
- That's really up to you, isn't it?
- [SIGHS]
Do you think
I just waggle my finger at that thing
and answers come out like magic?
If he was in MIG,
then he's not on Facebook.
You're still my best source.
So... why is Tanner
targeting his old team?
And why are you letting him
use you to do it?
Tanner spent the last seven years
in extrajudicial confinement.
It may not surprise you to learn
that some of our activities
fell on the wrong side of the law.
BRIAN: It all went south in India.
Not that part of India, the north,
where Tanner and his men
controlled a secret airstrip
that brought British weapons
into the country with no oversight.
Of course, when you have
your own private smuggling hub,
it's tempting to use it for profit.
They made a mint and lived like kings,
until someone from back home
figured out what they were up to.
The team turned on Tanner
in exchange for immunity.
They were expelled from MI6
and barred from practicing
private spy craft in the UK.
[SLURPS]
OK, so he's out of jail. What happened?
Don't know. Maybe he escaped.
Maybe he found a patron
and got himself a pardon.
But he's free.
BRIAN: And he's using you
to take out everyone who turned on him.
And you're going along with this
why exactly?
That information
isn't gonna help you find Tanner.
Is that true?
Or do you just not wanna tell me?
OK. You know what?
I'm done here.
Sit down. Unless you want me
to reach out to Mr. Morra.
No, see, I don't think you will.
When you showed up to my apartment
and I said we should get in touch
with the senator,
you almost had yourself a panic attack.
Because he doesn't know
about any of this, does he?
You're freelancing.
Which means you can't hold
the immunity shot back from me.
You haven't got any leverage at all.
But I do.
What would Morra think if he learned
you were going on a murder spree
while he was running for president?
Whew. Good luck with that.
OK, well, we'll need DNA samples
from you both and Henry, of course.
We should talk about Henry.
Our son's adopted.
Have you checked out
the biological parents?
The adoption agency told us
Henry's parents are both deceased.
That might eliminate a suspect,
but it still doesn't explain
how Henry's curb monitor
was fooled by somebody
claiming to be his father.
Someone pulled up
in a car that matched mine.
Henry must have gotten in
without looking.
It was a substitute curb monitor,
actually.
The school has a very strict
pickup policy,
but today was that monitor's first day.
I can hear you
moving around in there, Finch.
You know,
the knock is just for courtesy.
Hi. I'm Rachel.
Brian's not here right now.
Yeah, I remember.
I'm sort of supposed to check.
Oh, yeah. Come on in.
Brian and I were just hanging out.
He went to get a pizza.
I'm sure he'll be back soon.
That's not mine.
Brian said
he signed a waiver or something.
- Munchies. That checks out.
- [PHONE RINGS]
I'm sorry. Just one second. Hello?
- You got a Brian update for me?
- I'm at his place right now.
His sister said
he went to go get some pizza.
Wait there.
Call me as soon as he gets back.
They want me to wait here
till he gets back.
Is that OK?
Guess we're hanging out, huh?
Must feel nice.
Having the upper hand for a change.
You were right.
I haven't told you everything.
I didn't wanna turn on Tanner.
In fact, I promised my team
they'd have to deal with me
even if they entertained the idea
of ratting him out.
- What changed your mind?
- There was a complicating factor.
The classic complicating factor.
BRIAN: Sands violated the cardinal rule.
No attachments.
She was an aid worker named Anastasia.
Tanner got suspicious.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
Anastasia was killed in a hit-and-run.
Sands could never prove it was Tanner,
but he knew,
and after that he joined with the others
to send Tanner to prison.
I'm sorry. Really am.
But Anastasia's been gone for years.
That doesn't explain
why you're killing people for Tanner.
I mean, you're the one
with leverage over him.
I mean, unless...
unless he's got something over you.
The last person who saw Henry Watkins
was a substitute curb monitor.
Now, if the regular curb monitor
had been outwith a cold or something,
you might have thought
it was a coincidence.
But she was out
recovering from a car accident.
James, can you show him
the collision of Kristen Vicente?
Surely I can.
It was a hit-and-run.
That car targeted her.
So we ran the plates.
The car was stolen.
And I had James enhance the image of
the driver and then cross-reference that
with customers
who bought over-the-counter insulin
in the five boroughs
in the last 72 hours, and...
This guy paid cash for the insulin,
so we don't have a name.
- Looks like a match to me.
- I bet he has Henry Watkins.
REPORTER: The boy has been identified
as seven-year-old Henry Watkins,
son of Daryl Watkins,
chief aide to the US Permanent Rep
to the United Nations.
No comment has been made,
but we understand ransom demands
are being negotiated.
The 30-year fixed mortgage...
You had a kid with Anastasia.
That's why you're doing this.
Tanner won't let my son go
until every name on that list is gone.
And he wants it all done tonight,
so no one has time to react and run.
Every name?
The last name on that list is Peckinpah.
That's you, right?
Yeah.
The night ends on me.
[EXHALES]
All right.All right.
I'll help you.
But we have to focus on finding Tanner.
No more killing.
[MAN COUGHS]
There's just one more thing
I didn't tell you.
[COUGHS]
You weren't waiting for Lean
to come home.
You were waiting for him to come here.
I realize this looks bad,
but we didn't have our agreement yet.
- What did you give him?
- Digoxin.
- And a trace of cyanide.
- WOMAN: Can we get some help here?
190 milligrams of amyl nitrate,
sodium thiosulfate... What's that?
The antidote.
Brian!
What are you doing?
I may have seen
a Murder, She Wrote about this.
If we leave a note for the paramedics,
it'll save them time diagnosing him.
MAN: Someone help! Call an ambulance!
Now, do we have a deal?
- Good.
- WOMAN: Sir...
I'm gonna call an ambulance.
BRIAN: So, wait, this is Huston?
Not that we're hereto kill anyone,
but usually when you're going down
a list of bad guys,
they're supposed to get tougher.
This guy's easy pickings.
I mean, you had a key to his place.
You could've pulled the plug
at any time.
Yet you saved him for last?
We're sorry for dropping in so late.
I'm sure he's just happy
you're here, Jarrod.
I'll be in the library
if you need anything.
You didn't wanna come here first
cos you didn't wanna
cross him off the list.
You're friends.
You told me
you weren't in touch with your team.
Huston's the exception to the rule.
He saved my life.
BRIAN: Alter Mr. Sands betrayed Tanner,
his first priority
was making sure his kid would be safe.
[BABY CRIES]
And then he returned
to the only life he knew.
He managed to pick up
some private mercenary work,
but the people who hired him
disavowed him as soon as he got arrested
and left him to rot.
It seems he was doomed
to a life in prison.
Until one day he got another shot.
Huston had paid off the right people
in order to find and release
his old friend.
It turns out Huston had found work
with a promising young politician
named Edward Morra
who might have use for a guy like Sands.
He gave me the life that I've got today,
which is why I'm so loath to end his.
But I've gotta show Tanner
that I'm making progress.
So what are you gonna do?
You gonna fake his death?
Something like that.
I don't know, all right?
[BRIAN SIGHS]
He's seven eighths
of the way there already.
I don't see what's so hard
about feigning the last eighth.
Why eighths? Wh...
Didn't you tell me that it was
Huston's idea to turn on Tanner?
He must've felt pretty confident
of the betrayal
because he had some kind of dirt on him.
I mean, Huston was the extortionist
of the group, right?
Sands, if I search this place,
what are the odds
that I'd find something on Tanner?
Well, if you wanna have a go,
I suggest you do so quickly.
This is from the security cameras
in the parking lot.
This is the car the suspect got into
after he bought the insulin.
- This all started as a hunch.
- Well, all good ideas do.
I will alert the rest of task force.
- And whatever happened to Finch?
- She never heard back from him.
- And what's your hunch about that?
- I don't have one. But I'm worried.
Check in again with Ike. Keep me posted.
And, listen, if you wanna
call it a night, you have earned it.
- It is your birthday, after all.
- Yeah.
I would rather stay. Thanks.
You wanna know
what I think happened to Finch?
He probably got stoned,
ate too many street nuts
and he's debating the meaning of Trump
with the Balto statue in Central Park.
- In other words, he's fine.
- Well, we can't assume that.
I just mean we have an actual lost kid
to worry about.
Don't waste your energy
on Finch the flake.
[I HAPPY BIRTHDAY]
Do you wanna know
why I hate my birthday?
A couple of years ago,
my dad came to me
and he said he was turning his life
around, he wanted to get clean
and that he wanted to celebrate
my birthday with me
cos he'd missed so many of them.
I was reluctant to say yes, but I did,
and my mom drove up,
my sister came over,
there was cake, and we waited.
But, like always, he never showed up.
And do you wanna know what I wished for
when I blew out my birthday candles?
That he would die
and leave me the hell alone.
Reb, you can't blame yourself for
that. You did not cause him to...
No, it...
Because he was already dead.
Two weeks later I found out
that while I was cursing his name
because he didn't show up,
he was rotting in the East River.
I had assumed... that he flaked.
While this might have seemed like
a promising source of information,
considering Huston specialized
in extortion and blackmail,
it turns out that his apartment
is as vacuous as he is.
But I did find this.
This is a key to a safe deposit box,
and I'm pretty damn sure
it belongs to CaroBank.
That's just a few blocks
away from here.
How do you know?
Because for the next few hours,
I'm still one of the smartest people
in the world.
And the night nurse told me.
She said that Huston instructed her
to use it if anyone ever showed up to,
oh, I don't know,
kill him in the middle of the night.
She said this key unlocks whatever dirt
he has on his old colleagues.
Some sort of burn book that
she'd release to authorities if need be.
- Then let's go get it.
- Well, hold on.
CaroBank doesn't open
till well after sunrise.
So, how do we get into the safe deposit
box of a massively secure bank
that isn't even open for business?
Without killing people.
Why must you always make things harder?
Yeah, I'll keep you posted.
- Rebecca again?
- Yeah.
Told her we haven't heard from him.
My brother do this to you guys a lot?
Just disappear?
- Occasionally.
- [PHONE BUZZES]
- Is that him?
- I don't think so.
ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Rachel, it's me. Brian.
Wanted you to know I'm OK. Are you?
RACHEL: How do I know it's you?
When you were in second grade,
you accidentally drank Dad's beer
and ran into the sliding door.
That's why your nose
looks a little broken.
- So was that your boyfriend or...?
- It's Brian.
He said he... ran into a girl
while getting pizza.
He's probably gonna be a while.
Well, Rebecca said
I should stay here till I see him.
He must be pretty important
to you guys, huh?
Definitely.
You must be pretty important too,
considering you're assigned to him.
Uh...
I'm not that important, no. I just...
- It's my job to protect him.
- That's important to me.
Well, I... I did take a bullet once.
- Seriously?
- Mmm.
You took a bullet
to save my brother's life?
That's pretty much the way it happened.
Hi there. Sorry! Don't freak out,
don't freak out. Shh, shh, shh.
I don't have a lot of time.
Here's the deal, Mr. Matthews.
You are the CEO of CaroBank,
and I happen to have a unique problem
that involves one of your branches.
- Just take whatever you want.
- I'm not gonna rob you, man.
I just need access to the Midtown branch
before banking hours
so I can open a safe deposit box
using this perfectly legitimate key.
I'm not gonna take anything,
I'm not gonna hurt anyone,
but if I don't get what I want,
well, I did peruse
your personal computer over there,
and you, Mr. Matthews,
have a penchant for high-priced escorts.
A lot of 'em.
Hi. How you doing, ma'ams?
I know you're hard at work over there.
No judgment.
I just really gotta get
into that branch.
Tums out Mr. Matthews
was pretty accommodating,
given the right kind of motivation.
He called the Midtown branch manager
and told him
a very special client needed access
to his safety deposit box right away.
In no time, I was opening
the safety deposit box,
and there it was, Huston's burn book.
Now we just have to hope Tanner's in it.
BOYLE: Reb.
NAZ: I just spoke with Jackson in CARD.
A witness spotted your Bronco
in Flushing at an abandoned property.
- It's registered to a Val Lewton.
- Who's that?
We're looking into it, but I told
SA Bradley you two are taking point.
OK.
This is where it gets interesting.
He kept notes on all you guys.
- Wilder, Lean and one Val Lewton.
- And who in the hell's that?
You said Tanner based your aliases on
notorious directors of American cinema.
Doesn't it make sense
he'd go by a similar alias?
But I've never heard of Val Lewton,
alias or director.
Actually, he was a producer
of genre films in the mid '40s.
Best known for psychological
horror-thriller Cat People.
- What would I do without you?
- Mmm. You jest.
But Val Lewton,
the alias, not the director,
owns a particular property in Queens.
Undeveloped warehouse that seems
pretty perfect for hiding a kid.
Good job, Brian.
BRIAN:
I may not be able to hack into MIG,
but the New York City Housing Authority
is a whole different thing.
There are the plans.
I also found that a neighbor lodged
a complaint about recent construction
saying they were building
a basement without a permit.
I'm guessing
that's where Tanner's keeping your son.
If I wait right here around the back...
You're staying here.
What?
Tanner's in there with my son
and who knows how many weapons.
Exactly. You need help.
- Fine.
- Thank you.
You get to Henry, get him out.
Just stay away from Tanner.
I'll handle him.
- Remember what I said earlier?
- Yeah, I know.
I made an agreement and I've honored it,
but I just don't know
if I can do that here.
- This is different.
- I know. He's got your son.
Do what you have to do.
BRIAN: So what happened in there
between Sands and Tanner?
Was it a duel? A fight?
Were samurai swords somehow involved?
I have no idea.
I just know how it ended.
Henry? Hey.
Don't worry, buddy. I'm hereto help.
Listen, I'm sorry, I gotta leave
your blindfold on for now, OK?
But everything's gonna be fine,
I promise.
Got your hands free? You got 'em? OK.
Can you do me a favor?
Just put your arms around my neck
and hold on real tight, OK?
All right, great job.
An innocent kid was safe.
He was going home to his parents.
He'd never know
who came to his rescue or why.
All right. There you go.
You're out of there. Just hang on.
But I know.
Everything's gonna be fine
any minute now.
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on.
It's OK. There you go, yeah. OK.
- You got him?
- Yeah.
It's OK.
I'll get you home to your parents.
- [EXHALES]
- How you doing? You all right?
Yeah. All things considered.
You know, it's OK,
you can say thank you.
I got your son out of there. I saved
your life three times by my count.
Come on. You're a big boy.
You can say it.
Thank you.
Yeah, you're welcome.
It's been an interesting night.
Turns out there's something
you actually care about...
You got mugged, remember?
I do now.
Helps sell the story.
It's all right.
You can say thank you if you want.
[SIRENS WAIL]
MAN: SWAT's taking lead.
REPORTER: And it's a happy ending
for a young Manhattan boy
reported missing yesterday,
who was reunited with his parents
early this morning.
[KNOCKING]
Brian.
- What happened? Are you OK?
- Yeah.
I went to go pick up some pizza and
some guy decided he wanted my wallet.
- You got mugged?
- For all $11 that I had in my wallet.
And my phone. But he left the pizza,
so I guess that was nice.
You OK?
Yeah. I waited like four hours in the
ER, but no concussion, so that's good.
What about you? Are you OK?
What's up with this emergency case?
Well, it's over, actually.
Really? What happened?
It was a kidnapping, a weird one.
We found the kid. He's fine.
He was actually sitting
in a parking garage
across from his family's house
in Chelsea.
He was weirded out, but he's OK.
- Oh.
- Yeah. It was a wild night.
I'm a little wrecked.
You know what? Maybe this will help.
What is that?
It's a birthday gift. For your birthday.
In some cultures it's customary...
You got mugged and you still
bought me a birthday present?
Yeah, of course.
Hey, a birthday's a birthday.
You made it through another year.
That is worth celebrating.
Regardless of whatever else happened.
Thank you... I think.
- Sorry about the wrapping.
- No, the wrapping is my favorite part
- What is it?
- It's a pillow.
For napping. Anywhere you want.
Like if you get called in on a midnight
kidnapping case, for example,
then you can sleep...
- Through it?
- No, just the boring pads.
You want me to show you how it works?
OK, so this is the front.
This is where your mouth breathes.
And then you put it on your head.
[REBECCA LAUGHS]
You just put it on your head like this.
- Oh, God!
- You can sleep anywhere.
- BRIAN: It's all right.
- It's genius.
BRIAN: I'll get you another one
for your next birthday.
Then you can put... Then you put
your hands in here like this.
- REBECCA: Yeah.
- You see?
Oh, you're back.
Jeez, Rach, you scared me.
I didn't realize you were still here.
- What are you wearing?
- What's up with your eye?
What are you...?
- I'm sorry. Uh...
- Brian...
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
- RACHEL: Calm down, OK?
- Oh, my God!
- You're totally overreacting.
- I'm overreacting?
- Yes.
You hooked up with Ike in my apartment!
- It's not a big deal.
- It's a big deal to me.
It just happened, OK?
- Ew.
- And Jason...
- Jason.
- ...is a great guy.
- Oh, is he?
- He took a bullet for you.
Oh, did he?
I think that's a little generous
with the interpretation there, Ike.
God! Ugh! And that was
one of my favorite shins too.
- I'll replace it.
- No.
I'm leaving the apartment for 30
minutes. I want everything bleached!
And I want the sheets cleaned.
Actually, just burn the sheets.
And you know what, if this is
becoming a thing, you call him Ike.
While Ike and Rachel erased their...
everything from my apartment,
t tried to erase the thought of them
from my mind with a little light reading
that I had borrowed
from Huston's bum book.
Eddie Morra used NZT to go from
a nobody to a candidate for president.
But in those days,
NZT wasn't as hard to find as it is now.
He needed to keep it all to himself.
And there were clusters of NZT
all over New York City.
And men like Huston and Sands
knew what to do.
First they got rid of the dealers.
Then they ran down the stray dogs,
users with names like Marcus Tate
and Susan Epstein.
Names like Conrad Harris,
Rebecca's father.
They got rid of them all.
Sands killed Rebecca's lather.
- I work for the FBI.
- You were placed in the FBI.
You belong to Mr. Morra now,
which means you belong to me.
Brian's sister is really cute.
I've been thinking about asking her out.
Before you went to work
for Senator Morra, you were MIG.
How much did Morra pay
to take you away from the SIS?
If Senator Morra is using NZT,
if he is connected to the purges
that wiped the pills off the streets
two years ago,
it's gonna take more than a buyout
to keep me from the truth.
BRIAN: I had all the ingredients
for a relaxing night at home.
Three unwatched episodes
of a certain fantasy epic...
...Thai food, Sinbad, and my sister,
who loves the show but has a hard time
keeping up when Sinbad's involved.
So if the bearded guy with the cool
sword kills all the ice zombies,
he still has to fight the other
bearded guy with the cool sword, right?
You know what?
I'm still focused on the way
that guy's head just went... pttt!
It reminded me
of how my last date ended.
Ew. What?
Something you wanna talk about?
Mm-mm.
That's what I have girlfriends for.
Oh, my God. Stop that. Stop it.
But in this age of Netflix and chill,
it is no time
to be looking for someone decent.
[BANGING ON DOOR]
[BANGING ON DOOR]
BRIAN: Oh, God.
- [GROANS]
- Sands!
Uh, Rach, this is a colleague of mine.
My racquetball partner.
- Whoa!
- I know! I know!
Your racquetball partner is bleeding!
Oh, dear! All right, sit tight.
- I'm gonna call 911.
- No.
- What? You don't want me to call 911?
- No.
Then I'll call our mutual friend.
He's got nurses and stuff. What?
No.
I know you've got extra pills here.
Use one and fix this.
[GROANS]
Uh, Rach, I got some kind of weird news.
Looks like we're gonna have to operate.
- Operate? He needs a hospital!
- No!
- That's not an option apparently.
- Well, neither is operating.
- Why are you getting out your records?
- Just... forget it, OK?
The important thing for you to know
is I don't... the racquetball with him.
He's... an undercover agent.
Can't you get FBI doctors?
No, I can't, because he's in too deep.
They can't know he's part of the Bureau.
You and me are the only way to help him.
But the good news is that I do have
a certain level of FBI medical training.
OK, that's a white He, but t did read
my brother's medical school books
when I was trying to figure out
why my dad was sick.
If you give me a hand with this,
it'll be OK.
OK. So... there's a piece of glass
stuck in his great saphenous vein.
RACHEL: How do you know
what a great saphenous vein is?
We have to get the glass out
but we need to be super careful
cos his femoral artery is right there.
We need to sew the vein back together
and close the wound.
Oh, shoot. I don't have a sewing kit.
You know what? Blue building
across the street, apartment 3A.
A girl named Kayleigh lives there and
she knits. Go ask to borrow her stuff.
I just go over there
and introduce myself?
Bring the pizza cutter I borrowed from
her. That way she knows you're legit.
- Rach, it's either that...
- [GROANS]
- [SCREAMS]
- ...or apply pressure to the wound.
[WHISPERS] What are you doing here?
Wilder, DeMille, Lean, Huston...
Hi.
Good. Just put your finger right there.
- Hmm?
- Put your finger right there.
[SANDS GROANS]
- BRIAN: All right.
- RACHEL: Wow.
- That is graphic.
- Uh-huh.
- Let go.
- OK. OK.
All right.
Pretty tidy stitch job.
[GROANS]
- The FBI teach you that?
- Yes, they did.
And now my friend
is gonna go back into the night
to complete his top-secret assignment
and we'll never speak of this again.
You all right?
[GAS PS FOR BREATH]
Oh! Is he breathing?
[GAS PS FOR BREATH]
Well, it's like he's inhaling but...
he can't breathe out.
Wait, wait.
I saw this on one of my shows.
If he gets hit hard in the chest,
his breathing gets blocked.
It's called... tension... tension...
Tension pneumothorax. That's good.
R's good?
Yeah, cos we can fix it.
See, his trachea is crushing his lungs.
Must have just shifted from the fight,
so the air gets trapped in there.
So as soon as we, you know,
poke a hole in one of them...
But we gotta act quickly
or else he'll suffocate.
I'm not watching this.
[GASPS]
Cheers.
Are you OK?
Do you want water?
- [EXHALES]
- OK.
- Brian.
- What?
- Long night's work ahead of me.
- OK, great. Well, good luck with that.
- I'll see you later.
- No.
I need your assistance with something.
Kindly grab me something less bloody
to wear, meet me at my car.
You wanna fill me in on
some of the details of this work, Sands?
Suffice to say
it concerns our mutual friend.
You won't be in any physical danger.
Come on. Help me up.
Um...
OK, so I think I gotta leave right now.
- What?
- Yeah.
Rach, I need you to do
like three things for me, OK? Hold this.
Number one, do not tell anyone about
this. I mean it. Don't tell anyone.
Number two, do not ask me the hundreds
of questions going through your head.
I don't have time to answer 'em.
I will later maybe.
Number three, will you do me a solid?
Will you like clean this place up
and just tidy up overall in general?
OK.
Rach, I really mean it when I say
don't tell anyone about this, OK?
- Not anyone, ever.
- OK.
OK, thanks. Love you. Bye.
Really?
You're a big guy.
I don't have a lot that fits you.
So you gonna tell me what happened?
I ran into an old colleague.
And that has to do
with what we're doing tonight?
You and I are on separate tracks.
My job is my business.
You will find a man
named Frederick Tanner.
He's in or around New York City.
The sooner you're able to figure out
where that is,
the more lives you'll be able to save.
- Is he planning an attack?
- It's already happening.
Mr. Morra wants him stopped immediately.
- [PHONE RINGS]
- But the authorities can't be involved.
OK, see that's Rebecca.
What do you want me to say?
Hey!
Rebecca Harris is the least
of your concerns right now.
Recalibrate your thoughts
to the present moment.
Well, what am I supposed
to tell 'em, Sands?
After you find Tanner,
tell 'em you got mugged.
OK. Yeah, that works. It's believable.
You got pistol-whipped, lip split. Yeah.
It was really bloody, mate.
You're gonna punch me in the face
later, aren't you?
That pill does make you quicker.
BRIAN: I can't come to the phone,
but if there's an emergency,
try Rebecca Harris any time,
day or night, 917-555-0163.
[SLEEPS]
Brian, I told you
to change that message.
And charge your phone.
Naz needs everybody in here.
Special Agent Rebecca Harris.
Nope. No way. Don't want it.
I was gonna give it to you
in the morning,
but it looks like
we're working past midnight, so...
Throw it away. You know the rules.
The boy's name is Henry Watkins.
Seven hours ago, he was abducted from
an elementary school in Williamsburg.
Given that there's been no contact
from the kidnapper,
our colleague at CARD
has asked for our help.
Henry's father is an aide
to the US Perm Rep
to the United Nations, Daryl Watkins.
Mr. Watkins is party to sensitive
Security Council information.
Maybe that's why the boy was targeted.
But considering there's been no ransom
yet, the time elapsed is worrisome.
Henry Watkins is also a type 1 diabetic,
and, as far as we know,
he does not have access to medication,
so we have to work quickly on this one.
I'll be running point with CARD,
and Agents Harris and Boyle
will help on the ground.
Thank you. Where is Brian?
- I've called him four times.
- Find Finch.
Really sorry to keep you here all night
right before your birthday.
[SIGHS]
OK, so by the power of Google,
Frederick Tanner is a comptroller
in Spokane, Washington.
Either that or a recently deceased
orthodontist from Tuskegee.
So, we good? Can I go home?
The reason Senator Morra
wastes that pill on you
will forever remain a mystery to me.
Oh, yeah. You're not allowed to take
NZT, are you? What's up with that?
The Frederick Tanner I'm looking for
cannot be Googled, Brian.
Then what is your plan, Sands?
I have no source of information.
How am I supposed to help you?
Runs on UNIX.
Should be everything you need
to muck about behind firewalls and such.
What firewalls, though?
This is a laptop.
I don't know anything about this guy.
Look, if you do,
I suggest you start talking,
because otherwise
I don't know what I'm doing here.
Tanner did as much to make me
the man I am as my actual father did.
More, probably.
BRIAN: I didn't know anything
about Sands before that night,
but his story was epic,
like something out of a comic book.
[CHEERING]
For starters, I couldn't believe
he used to be in a punk band.
His father was a miner in Kent,
so when the big strike of '84 happened,
Sands joined the protests.
They got ugly.
Someone threw a brick and killed a cop.
They held Sands for two weeks
with no formal charges.
One day a man named Tanner
asked to see him.
They wanted Sands to inform on the
strikers' activities to the British SIS.
He said no,
but then they threatened to pin
the murder of the cop on his father.
And so Mr. Sands took
his first job as a spy.
I started as an informant,
found I had an aptitude for the work.
Soon enough...
I became a proper recruit.
BRIAN: Sands went to work for MI6,
part of a team of five
that reported only to Frederick Tanner.
Tanner gave them code names.
Each member of the team was a director
from the golden age of Hollywood.
There was Wilder.
Lean, who could make stuff go boom.
DeMille, the pilot.
Huston for surveillance.
And Peckinpah. That was Sands.
The team acted with virtual autonomy,
completing operations
all over the world.
There was only one golden rule.
No significant relationships.
No wives, no long-term lovers,
nothing that could compromise the team.
Then, seven years ago, they splintered.
What happened to your team?
Did Tanner get involved
with Senator Morra?
Listen, I know you're not used to being
the one answering the questions,
but you and this laptop
are my only resources.
If I'm gonna find this guy,
it's because you tell me
everything you know about him.
You have to tell me the whole story.
SANDS: That's Tanner.
- What happened to that poor guy?
- That, Brian, is a dead man.
Now, I'll answer any further questions
when I get back.
Back from where?
According to a statement
given to the NYPD,
the curb monitor at Henry's school
claimed the boy's father picked him up.
When the police showed her
a photo of Henry's father,
she didn't think it was the same man.
Same kind of car, different guy.
Now, why wouldn't she recognize
the father of one of her own students?
Well, if the kidnapper knew enough
to get the same kind of car,
then he was familiar with his target.
So assuming he wants to keep Henry
alive, then he'll need insulin.
So let's get in touch with local
pharmacies and get a list of customers
who bought over-the-counter insulin
in the last 72 hours.
You know how many diabetics there are
in the five boroughs?
- I got four in my family alone.
- It's a start
And when we get more information
we can cross-reference...
Henry's parents.
They just got a list of demands
from the kidnapper.
BRIAN: So while Sands did whatever,
I tried to hack my way
into the personnel files
for the British
Secret Intelligence Service.
It was tedious, nothing you'd wanna
see here, so perpetual dog.
[JAUNTY MUSIC]
You're welcome.
- This could work out great for us, man.
- What are you talking about?
I'm driving around with probably
my least favorite person in the world
trying to find a ghost.
Who cares if you can't find Tanner?
You shouldn't even try.
Just keep Sands talking.
Learn something about him.
Something you can use
the next time he threatens Rebecca.
I don't know about the stalling game,
bud. Lives are at stake.
It'd be great to get the dirt on Sands,
but have you thought about
what he's doing out here tonight?
He showed up to your place
with a giant wound in his leg
and crossed off the name Wilder.
You think the two of them
played a spirited game of backgammon?
And what's he doing
inside that building?
[GUNSHOTS]
Looks like DeMille
just got crossed off the grocery list.
Oh, my God.
- What the hell?
- Get in the car.
You told me we were saving lives.
You're taking out your own team members?
- I don't want a part of that.
- You are supposed to be saving lives.
Saving my former team members from me.
Frederick Tanner's
forcing me to kill them.
So the sooner you tell me where he is,
the sooner I can stop doing it.
Now get in the car.
Lean should be back within the hour.
In the meantime, get comfortable.
Order yourself a milkshake.
OK, first of all,
no more killing people.
And second...
...I'd love a Neapolitan.
But, seriously, stop killing people.
- That's really up to you, isn't it?
- [SIGHS]
Do you think
I just waggle my finger at that thing
and answers come out like magic?
If he was in MIG,
then he's not on Facebook.
You're still my best source.
So... why is Tanner
targeting his old team?
And why are you letting him
use you to do it?
Tanner spent the last seven years
in extrajudicial confinement.
It may not surprise you to learn
that some of our activities
fell on the wrong side of the law.
BRIAN: It all went south in India.
Not that part of India, the north,
where Tanner and his men
controlled a secret airstrip
that brought British weapons
into the country with no oversight.
Of course, when you have
your own private smuggling hub,
it's tempting to use it for profit.
They made a mint and lived like kings,
until someone from back home
figured out what they were up to.
The team turned on Tanner
in exchange for immunity.
They were expelled from MI6
and barred from practicing
private spy craft in the UK.
[SLURPS]
OK, so he's out of jail. What happened?
Don't know. Maybe he escaped.
Maybe he found a patron
and got himself a pardon.
But he's free.
BRIAN: And he's using you
to take out everyone who turned on him.
And you're going along with this
why exactly?
That information
isn't gonna help you find Tanner.
Is that true?
Or do you just not wanna tell me?
OK. You know what?
I'm done here.
Sit down. Unless you want me
to reach out to Mr. Morra.
No, see, I don't think you will.
When you showed up to my apartment
and I said we should get in touch
with the senator,
you almost had yourself a panic attack.
Because he doesn't know
about any of this, does he?
You're freelancing.
Which means you can't hold
the immunity shot back from me.
You haven't got any leverage at all.
But I do.
What would Morra think if he learned
you were going on a murder spree
while he was running for president?
Whew. Good luck with that.
OK, well, we'll need DNA samples
from you both and Henry, of course.
We should talk about Henry.
Our son's adopted.
Have you checked out
the biological parents?
The adoption agency told us
Henry's parents are both deceased.
That might eliminate a suspect,
but it still doesn't explain
how Henry's curb monitor
was fooled by somebody
claiming to be his father.
Someone pulled up
in a car that matched mine.
Henry must have gotten in
without looking.
It was a substitute curb monitor,
actually.
The school has a very strict
pickup policy,
but today was that monitor's first day.
I can hear you
moving around in there, Finch.
You know,
the knock is just for courtesy.
Hi. I'm Rachel.
Brian's not here right now.
Yeah, I remember.
I'm sort of supposed to check.
Oh, yeah. Come on in.
Brian and I were just hanging out.
He went to get a pizza.
I'm sure he'll be back soon.
That's not mine.
Brian said
he signed a waiver or something.
- Munchies. That checks out.
- [PHONE RINGS]
I'm sorry. Just one second. Hello?
- You got a Brian update for me?
- I'm at his place right now.
His sister said
he went to go get some pizza.
Wait there.
Call me as soon as he gets back.
They want me to wait here
till he gets back.
Is that OK?
Guess we're hanging out, huh?
Must feel nice.
Having the upper hand for a change.
You were right.
I haven't told you everything.
I didn't wanna turn on Tanner.
In fact, I promised my team
they'd have to deal with me
even if they entertained the idea
of ratting him out.
- What changed your mind?
- There was a complicating factor.
The classic complicating factor.
BRIAN: Sands violated the cardinal rule.
No attachments.
She was an aid worker named Anastasia.
Tanner got suspicious.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
Anastasia was killed in a hit-and-run.
Sands could never prove it was Tanner,
but he knew,
and after that he joined with the others
to send Tanner to prison.
I'm sorry. Really am.
But Anastasia's been gone for years.
That doesn't explain
why you're killing people for Tanner.
I mean, you're the one
with leverage over him.
I mean, unless...
unless he's got something over you.
The last person who saw Henry Watkins
was a substitute curb monitor.
Now, if the regular curb monitor
had been outwith a cold or something,
you might have thought
it was a coincidence.
But she was out
recovering from a car accident.
James, can you show him
the collision of Kristen Vicente?
Surely I can.
It was a hit-and-run.
That car targeted her.
So we ran the plates.
The car was stolen.
And I had James enhance the image of
the driver and then cross-reference that
with customers
who bought over-the-counter insulin
in the five boroughs
in the last 72 hours, and...
This guy paid cash for the insulin,
so we don't have a name.
- Looks like a match to me.
- I bet he has Henry Watkins.
REPORTER: The boy has been identified
as seven-year-old Henry Watkins,
son of Daryl Watkins,
chief aide to the US Permanent Rep
to the United Nations.
No comment has been made,
but we understand ransom demands
are being negotiated.
The 30-year fixed mortgage...
You had a kid with Anastasia.
That's why you're doing this.
Tanner won't let my son go
until every name on that list is gone.
And he wants it all done tonight,
so no one has time to react and run.
Every name?
The last name on that list is Peckinpah.
That's you, right?
Yeah.
The night ends on me.
[EXHALES]
All right.All right.
I'll help you.
But we have to focus on finding Tanner.
No more killing.
[MAN COUGHS]
There's just one more thing
I didn't tell you.
[COUGHS]
You weren't waiting for Lean
to come home.
You were waiting for him to come here.
I realize this looks bad,
but we didn't have our agreement yet.
- What did you give him?
- Digoxin.
- And a trace of cyanide.
- WOMAN: Can we get some help here?
190 milligrams of amyl nitrate,
sodium thiosulfate... What's that?
The antidote.
Brian!
What are you doing?
I may have seen
a Murder, She Wrote about this.
If we leave a note for the paramedics,
it'll save them time diagnosing him.
MAN: Someone help! Call an ambulance!
Now, do we have a deal?
- Good.
- WOMAN: Sir...
I'm gonna call an ambulance.
BRIAN: So, wait, this is Huston?
Not that we're hereto kill anyone,
but usually when you're going down
a list of bad guys,
they're supposed to get tougher.
This guy's easy pickings.
I mean, you had a key to his place.
You could've pulled the plug
at any time.
Yet you saved him for last?
We're sorry for dropping in so late.
I'm sure he's just happy
you're here, Jarrod.
I'll be in the library
if you need anything.
You didn't wanna come here first
cos you didn't wanna
cross him off the list.
You're friends.
You told me
you weren't in touch with your team.
Huston's the exception to the rule.
He saved my life.
BRIAN: Alter Mr. Sands betrayed Tanner,
his first priority
was making sure his kid would be safe.
[BABY CRIES]
And then he returned
to the only life he knew.
He managed to pick up
some private mercenary work,
but the people who hired him
disavowed him as soon as he got arrested
and left him to rot.
It seems he was doomed
to a life in prison.
Until one day he got another shot.
Huston had paid off the right people
in order to find and release
his old friend.
It turns out Huston had found work
with a promising young politician
named Edward Morra
who might have use for a guy like Sands.
He gave me the life that I've got today,
which is why I'm so loath to end his.
But I've gotta show Tanner
that I'm making progress.
So what are you gonna do?
You gonna fake his death?
Something like that.
I don't know, all right?
[BRIAN SIGHS]
He's seven eighths
of the way there already.
I don't see what's so hard
about feigning the last eighth.
Why eighths? Wh...
Didn't you tell me that it was
Huston's idea to turn on Tanner?
He must've felt pretty confident
of the betrayal
because he had some kind of dirt on him.
I mean, Huston was the extortionist
of the group, right?
Sands, if I search this place,
what are the odds
that I'd find something on Tanner?
Well, if you wanna have a go,
I suggest you do so quickly.
This is from the security cameras
in the parking lot.
This is the car the suspect got into
after he bought the insulin.
- This all started as a hunch.
- Well, all good ideas do.
I will alert the rest of task force.
- And whatever happened to Finch?
- She never heard back from him.
- And what's your hunch about that?
- I don't have one. But I'm worried.
Check in again with Ike. Keep me posted.
And, listen, if you wanna
call it a night, you have earned it.
- It is your birthday, after all.
- Yeah.
I would rather stay. Thanks.
You wanna know
what I think happened to Finch?
He probably got stoned,
ate too many street nuts
and he's debating the meaning of Trump
with the Balto statue in Central Park.
- In other words, he's fine.
- Well, we can't assume that.
I just mean we have an actual lost kid
to worry about.
Don't waste your energy
on Finch the flake.
[I HAPPY BIRTHDAY]
Do you wanna know
why I hate my birthday?
A couple of years ago,
my dad came to me
and he said he was turning his life
around, he wanted to get clean
and that he wanted to celebrate
my birthday with me
cos he'd missed so many of them.
I was reluctant to say yes, but I did,
and my mom drove up,
my sister came over,
there was cake, and we waited.
But, like always, he never showed up.
And do you wanna know what I wished for
when I blew out my birthday candles?
That he would die
and leave me the hell alone.
Reb, you can't blame yourself for
that. You did not cause him to...
No, it...
Because he was already dead.
Two weeks later I found out
that while I was cursing his name
because he didn't show up,
he was rotting in the East River.
I had assumed... that he flaked.
While this might have seemed like
a promising source of information,
considering Huston specialized
in extortion and blackmail,
it turns out that his apartment
is as vacuous as he is.
But I did find this.
This is a key to a safe deposit box,
and I'm pretty damn sure
it belongs to CaroBank.
That's just a few blocks
away from here.
How do you know?
Because for the next few hours,
I'm still one of the smartest people
in the world.
And the night nurse told me.
She said that Huston instructed her
to use it if anyone ever showed up to,
oh, I don't know,
kill him in the middle of the night.
She said this key unlocks whatever dirt
he has on his old colleagues.
Some sort of burn book that
she'd release to authorities if need be.
- Then let's go get it.
- Well, hold on.
CaroBank doesn't open
till well after sunrise.
So, how do we get into the safe deposit
box of a massively secure bank
that isn't even open for business?
Without killing people.
Why must you always make things harder?
Yeah, I'll keep you posted.
- Rebecca again?
- Yeah.
Told her we haven't heard from him.
My brother do this to you guys a lot?
Just disappear?
- Occasionally.
- [PHONE BUZZES]
- Is that him?
- I don't think so.
ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Rachel, it's me. Brian.
Wanted you to know I'm OK. Are you?
RACHEL: How do I know it's you?
When you were in second grade,
you accidentally drank Dad's beer
and ran into the sliding door.
That's why your nose
looks a little broken.
- So was that your boyfriend or...?
- It's Brian.
He said he... ran into a girl
while getting pizza.
He's probably gonna be a while.
Well, Rebecca said
I should stay here till I see him.
He must be pretty important
to you guys, huh?
Definitely.
You must be pretty important too,
considering you're assigned to him.
Uh...
I'm not that important, no. I just...
- It's my job to protect him.
- That's important to me.
Well, I... I did take a bullet once.
- Seriously?
- Mmm.
You took a bullet
to save my brother's life?
That's pretty much the way it happened.
Hi there. Sorry! Don't freak out,
don't freak out. Shh, shh, shh.
I don't have a lot of time.
Here's the deal, Mr. Matthews.
You are the CEO of CaroBank,
and I happen to have a unique problem
that involves one of your branches.
- Just take whatever you want.
- I'm not gonna rob you, man.
I just need access to the Midtown branch
before banking hours
so I can open a safe deposit box
using this perfectly legitimate key.
I'm not gonna take anything,
I'm not gonna hurt anyone,
but if I don't get what I want,
well, I did peruse
your personal computer over there,
and you, Mr. Matthews,
have a penchant for high-priced escorts.
A lot of 'em.
Hi. How you doing, ma'ams?
I know you're hard at work over there.
No judgment.
I just really gotta get
into that branch.
Tums out Mr. Matthews
was pretty accommodating,
given the right kind of motivation.
He called the Midtown branch manager
and told him
a very special client needed access
to his safety deposit box right away.
In no time, I was opening
the safety deposit box,
and there it was, Huston's burn book.
Now we just have to hope Tanner's in it.
BOYLE: Reb.
NAZ: I just spoke with Jackson in CARD.
A witness spotted your Bronco
in Flushing at an abandoned property.
- It's registered to a Val Lewton.
- Who's that?
We're looking into it, but I told
SA Bradley you two are taking point.
OK.
This is where it gets interesting.
He kept notes on all you guys.
- Wilder, Lean and one Val Lewton.
- And who in the hell's that?
You said Tanner based your aliases on
notorious directors of American cinema.
Doesn't it make sense
he'd go by a similar alias?
But I've never heard of Val Lewton,
alias or director.
Actually, he was a producer
of genre films in the mid '40s.
Best known for psychological
horror-thriller Cat People.
- What would I do without you?
- Mmm. You jest.
But Val Lewton,
the alias, not the director,
owns a particular property in Queens.
Undeveloped warehouse that seems
pretty perfect for hiding a kid.
Good job, Brian.
BRIAN:
I may not be able to hack into MIG,
but the New York City Housing Authority
is a whole different thing.
There are the plans.
I also found that a neighbor lodged
a complaint about recent construction
saying they were building
a basement without a permit.
I'm guessing
that's where Tanner's keeping your son.
If I wait right here around the back...
You're staying here.
What?
Tanner's in there with my son
and who knows how many weapons.
Exactly. You need help.
- Fine.
- Thank you.
You get to Henry, get him out.
Just stay away from Tanner.
I'll handle him.
- Remember what I said earlier?
- Yeah, I know.
I made an agreement and I've honored it,
but I just don't know
if I can do that here.
- This is different.
- I know. He's got your son.
Do what you have to do.
BRIAN: So what happened in there
between Sands and Tanner?
Was it a duel? A fight?
Were samurai swords somehow involved?
I have no idea.
I just know how it ended.
Henry? Hey.
Don't worry, buddy. I'm hereto help.
Listen, I'm sorry, I gotta leave
your blindfold on for now, OK?
But everything's gonna be fine,
I promise.
Got your hands free? You got 'em? OK.
Can you do me a favor?
Just put your arms around my neck
and hold on real tight, OK?
All right, great job.
An innocent kid was safe.
He was going home to his parents.
He'd never know
who came to his rescue or why.
All right. There you go.
You're out of there. Just hang on.
But I know.
Everything's gonna be fine
any minute now.
Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on.
It's OK. There you go, yeah. OK.
- You got him?
- Yeah.
It's OK.
I'll get you home to your parents.
- [EXHALES]
- How you doing? You all right?
Yeah. All things considered.
You know, it's OK,
you can say thank you.
I got your son out of there. I saved
your life three times by my count.
Come on. You're a big boy.
You can say it.
Thank you.
Yeah, you're welcome.
It's been an interesting night.
Turns out there's something
you actually care about...
You got mugged, remember?
I do now.
Helps sell the story.
It's all right.
You can say thank you if you want.
[SIRENS WAIL]
MAN: SWAT's taking lead.
REPORTER: And it's a happy ending
for a young Manhattan boy
reported missing yesterday,
who was reunited with his parents
early this morning.
[KNOCKING]
Brian.
- What happened? Are you OK?
- Yeah.
I went to go pick up some pizza and
some guy decided he wanted my wallet.
- You got mugged?
- For all $11 that I had in my wallet.
And my phone. But he left the pizza,
so I guess that was nice.
You OK?
Yeah. I waited like four hours in the
ER, but no concussion, so that's good.
What about you? Are you OK?
What's up with this emergency case?
Well, it's over, actually.
Really? What happened?
It was a kidnapping, a weird one.
We found the kid. He's fine.
He was actually sitting
in a parking garage
across from his family's house
in Chelsea.
He was weirded out, but he's OK.
- Oh.
- Yeah. It was a wild night.
I'm a little wrecked.
You know what? Maybe this will help.
What is that?
It's a birthday gift. For your birthday.
In some cultures it's customary...
You got mugged and you still
bought me a birthday present?
Yeah, of course.
Hey, a birthday's a birthday.
You made it through another year.
That is worth celebrating.
Regardless of whatever else happened.
Thank you... I think.
- Sorry about the wrapping.
- No, the wrapping is my favorite part
- What is it?
- It's a pillow.
For napping. Anywhere you want.
Like if you get called in on a midnight
kidnapping case, for example,
then you can sleep...
- Through it?
- No, just the boring pads.
You want me to show you how it works?
OK, so this is the front.
This is where your mouth breathes.
And then you put it on your head.
[REBECCA LAUGHS]
You just put it on your head like this.
- Oh, God!
- You can sleep anywhere.
- BRIAN: It's all right.
- It's genius.
BRIAN: I'll get you another one
for your next birthday.
Then you can put... Then you put
your hands in here like this.
- REBECCA: Yeah.
- You see?
Oh, you're back.
Jeez, Rach, you scared me.
I didn't realize you were still here.
- What are you wearing?
- What's up with your eye?
What are you...?
- I'm sorry. Uh...
- Brian...
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
- RACHEL: Calm down, OK?
- Oh, my God!
- You're totally overreacting.
- I'm overreacting?
- Yes.
You hooked up with Ike in my apartment!
- It's not a big deal.
- It's a big deal to me.
It just happened, OK?
- Ew.
- And Jason...
- Jason.
- ...is a great guy.
- Oh, is he?
- He took a bullet for you.
Oh, did he?
I think that's a little generous
with the interpretation there, Ike.
God! Ugh! And that was
one of my favorite shins too.
- I'll replace it.
- No.
I'm leaving the apartment for 30
minutes. I want everything bleached!
And I want the sheets cleaned.
Actually, just burn the sheets.
And you know what, if this is
becoming a thing, you call him Ike.
While Ike and Rachel erased their...
everything from my apartment,
t tried to erase the thought of them
from my mind with a little light reading
that I had borrowed
from Huston's bum book.
Eddie Morra used NZT to go from
a nobody to a candidate for president.
But in those days,
NZT wasn't as hard to find as it is now.
He needed to keep it all to himself.
And there were clusters of NZT
all over New York City.
And men like Huston and Sands
knew what to do.
First they got rid of the dealers.
Then they ran down the stray dogs,
users with names like Marcus Tate
and Susan Epstein.
Names like Conrad Harris,
Rebecca's father.
They got rid of them all.
Sands killed Rebecca's lather.