Limitless (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 19 - A Dog's Breakfast - full transcript
Back from Russia but under the thumb of Naz's new restrictive rules, Brian helps investigate the murder of a billionaire who's new kidney was forcibly removed.
BRIAN: Previously on Limitless...
My name's Sands. I'm your new boss.
The woman who tried to shoot Mr. Morra
is Piper Baird.
If the FBI finds this woman
before we do,
she can tie the senator to NZT,
which means...
No more booster shots.
We got a DNA sample.
It was Piper Baird on those tracks.
I killed her.
When all of this started,
we made promises to each other.
I didn't mean to lie.
You're being assigned
to a different handler.
I told you to leave Russia.
If DC finds out
that Brian brought NZT into Russia,
this becomes
an entirely different kind of manhunt.
If Morra ever finds out
that you are still alive,
then everything
that means anything to me is gone.
You can't play both sides forever.
I'm gonna figure out
how that enzyme works, Brian.
You can be free of Morra for good.
SANDS: Piper's alive.
BRIAN: So, you may be wondering
how I got here.
I understand now that going to Russia
without letting you guys know
was the wrong thing to do.
But I just needed a break, you know?
I needed a vacation to clear my head,
and, uh...
Now you're back,
there are going to be several changes
to your agreement with the Bureau.
NAZ: We will be moving you
out o! the file room to a cubicle
where I can keep an eye on you.
To prevent you hoarding pills,
your NZT dosage will be monitored
with more vigilance.
Meaning...?
NAZ: Meaning we're going to make sure
you swallow.
You will be subject to random
drug testing. You know what I mean.
- IKE: Let it... Let it go. Let it go.
- MIKE: Finch.
Finch, let it go. Let it...
Random searches of the safe house.
Monitoring
all your communication activities.
- [COUGHS] Patriot Act.
- Excuse me?
- You will have a 10pm curfew.
- What?
Which will be enforced by new escorts.
Dedicated agents will accompany you
from home to office.
What about when I'm off duty?
24/7. And they've been warned
about your tendency to wander.
How you doing? Brian.
Going forward, you will not discuss NZT
or your work here
with anyone outside of the CJC.
- What about my family?
- Period.
Got it. Mum's the word. Anything else?
We are repossessing
your... headquarters.
Is that it?
Actually... I think we need to talk
about the dress code.
So that's pretty much been
my week back at work.
Toeing the line, keeping my head down,
waiting for Piper to finish her enzyme,
imagining freedom from Senator Morra,
losing my mind.
There was a silver lining, though.
After everything Pd put her through
by running off to Russia,
I really didn't see it coming, but...
- It's OK, Brian.
- You mean...
Let's just put it behind us
and focus on what's next, OK?
♪ Hallelujah...
She even agreed to be my handler again.
♪ Hallelujah, halle... a'
Hey, cool. More files.
If you're looking for a change of pace,
you can take these reimbursement forms
down to Accounting for me.
Oh, my God, yes.
Escort Guy, field trip!
REBECCA: I've watched the video
from this elevator so many times
it's pretty much burned into my vision,
and I still can't figure out
what they're saying.
And their body language, the way
they're so not looking at each other.
Somethings not right.
You've had us tailing him
since he got back,
and so far we haven't seen any evidence
of him communicating
with anyone suspicious.
And with the new babysitters
Naz has on him, I don't see how he can.
It doesn't mean he hasn't already.
All that time he spent out of pocket,
literally anything could have happened
while he was in Russia.
You think Finch was selling FBI secrets?
To Morra or to the Russians?
I don't know what I think,
but I know if it involves Jarrod Sands,
it almost definitely involves
Senator Morra.
You guys, if he is selling confidential
information, to senators or anyone else,
we owe it to ourselves
to get in front of it.
And if he isn't,
then we owe it to Brian.
Harris. There you are.
Grab Finch. We got work.
Stand down for now.
I'm not gonna let this go.
Wow. This place is a lot.
Well, Gordon Roper is a billionaire.
Was a billionaire.
Roper was found murdered
over by that window.
NYPD puts it
between midnight and 3am.
Body was found by the housekeeper
this morning.
No sign of forced entry,
but it was brutal.
His right kidney is missing.
Someone cut it out.
Well, that's very specific.
Detectives found some of Roper's
medical records in his study.
Apparently he'd been battling
kidney disease for a number of years.
He's on several waiting lists
for a transplant.
Well, did he get one?
His records show that
his dialysis visits ended weeks ago.
Well, NYPD called
the National Transplant List
and hospitals in the area.
- None reported matching Roper.
- Does it remind you of the DeVera case?
Ari DeVera went to Costa Rica
to buy a black market liver.
Transplant went fine, but he ended up
owing the broker some money,
and when he couldn't pay, they sent
someone to repossess the liver.
Ugh. Roper was crazy rich.
A guy like this could definitely afford
a new kidney.
You say the housekeeper found him?
Wasn't he married? Where's the wife?
Downstairs. She just drove in
from their house in Connecticut.
MRS ROPER: Gordon didn't want people
to know he was sick.
He knew they'd speculate about his work,
what it meant for the companies
he'd invested in.
He felt a responsibility
to his partners.
Is that why
he kept the transplant quiet?
Clearly your husband's murder
had something to do with his kidney.
Mrs. Roper, we need to know
the details of the transplant.
Even if it was a private transaction.
They made us sign
a very strict non-disclosure agreement.
Who did, the hospital?
Biosoma,
the company that made the kidney.
I'm sorry, did you say "made" it?
They do bioprinting, like 3-D printing
but they make tissues, organs.
Gordon was an investor.
Are you saying your husband had a kidney
that was 3-D printed?
First one ever made.
Wow. That certainly explains
why someone would want it.
[WHINES]
This is more than a murder.
This seems like a... like a heist.
We need to check out
this Biosoma operation in the morning.
Yeah, I'll see
what I can dig up tonight.
Well, guys,
I would say it's beer o'clock,
but I'm sure that violates
one of my new rules,
and, besides, my mom's here.
Hey. So I finally figured out
what I'm gonna call you guys.
And don't pretend
like you haven't been waiting.
Or do.
Or just maintain that totally
indifferent poker face thing you do.
Mr. X. To go with your air of mystery.
Although I guess technically
the other guy started first,
so he'd have to be Mr. X,
it's only fair,
but you can be Mr. Y.
Good talk.
[SIGHS]
Hey, where are we going, man?
I live the other way.
Sands? You work for Morra?
This is a nice place. Very... remote.
Bit out of the way.
But you can't be too careful.
FBI watching you quite closely,
aren't they?
He'll be working with you from now on.
The senator thinks this'll make
the arrangement a lot easier,
given your current circumstances.
What about you?
I'll be working in a different capacity.
Is that some kind of euphemism?
- I suppose we'll see.
- You don't know?
Don't worry about me, Brian.
The senator wants you to know
everything's fine.
It's gonna get better, safer.
What does that mean?
No more violence.
Arm.
BRIAN: It was bad enough when it was
just Naz's ten rules I had to follow,
but with Morra's guy
watching me all night
and Naz's guy watching me all day,
t had no choice
but to stick to the straight and narrow.
MAN: The human body
is amazingly complex.
And while we've managed to combine 3-D
printing technology and human cells
to manufacture
functioning human tissues,
something like a kidney or a liver
isn't just tissue,
it's an intricate network
of nerves, blood vessels.
The biggest challenge of bioprinting is
how to leave the space for those things
and how to build them fast enough
so that the cells around them don't die.
I've read about this. But everyone says
we're years away from working organs.
- So how did you figure it out?
- Our engineers deserve the most credit.
And our investors. Like Gordon Roper.
The news this morning...
our whole company's devastated.
- He was like a member of our family.
- Well, he was also your guinea pig.
We know he wasn't just your investor.
His wife told us
Gordon's kidney was bioprinted.
But we're not here
to discuss NIH violations.
Seems whoever killed him
wanted that kidney,
so we need to know everything about it.
Years ago, when I saw
the potential in manufacturing tissues,
my colleagues thought
it was too far off to be practical.
- Gordon was willing to take the risk.
- He had a personal interest.
His own kidneys were failing, right?
Yes, he was already on dialysis by then,
and because of his medical history,
he was at the bottom
of all the transplant lists.
He was desperate.
But there are other ways for desperate
people with means to get an organ.
Of course,
but Gordon saw the bigger picture.
- The opportunity to help the world.
- By funding your research.
As far as I know, our prototype
is the world's first bioprinted organ.
- Or was, I suppose.
- How did it end up in Gordon Roper?
Gordon didn't have much to lose,
he said, but he had everything to gain.
If it worked, he'd be a living billboard
and his investment
would pay off twofold.
- He was always a businessman.
- Yeah, but it did work, didn't it?
Roper was off dialysis. How are you guys
not shouting this from the rooftops?
Because transplants are a long game.
If the kidney failed, our company
would be doomed by bad press.
It's why we went to Costa Rica
for the surgery.
And it's why I insisted
that everyone involved
sign a non-disclosure agreement.
Well, Doctor,
we're gonna need to see those.
OK, so I need to comb through
everyone who signed
a non-disclosure agreement with Biosoma
and look into anyone
they might have told anyway,
spouses, assistants, friends.
Maybe one o! them has a motive
for killing Gordon Roper.
[PHONE WHISTLES]
That's weird.
- Where's your posse?
- What do you mean?
Mike and Ike. Well, I saw you guys
huddled up yesterday.
Looked a little intense.
How are they taking it?
You know, Naz chewed 'em out
pretty good about Russia, right?
Well, I mean, they're fine, considering.
They wish it hadn't happened, obviously.
Don't we all?
You're taking it pretty well, though.
Bigger fish to fry.
BRIAN: I didn't know
what the text meant at first.
Was it Mona?
Was he trying to get in touch with me?
But why wouldn't he just use Mr. Y?
AH I knew was it was a code.
And I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Wait, 929. That's a New York area code.
It's a phone number and a name.
Piper.
Piper's back in New York.
What have you got,
besides crumbs on the evidence?
Yes, well, aside from Gordon Roper,
his wife and his personal physician,
most of the non-disclosure agreements
were signed by Biosoma employees.
All have possible motives for wanting
to profit off Gordon Roper's kidney.
Then there's the usual suspects.
The scorned assistant.
The lead engineer with
a staggering amount of gambling debt.
And this guy.
He's a lab tech that used to work
for a competing company.
I'm thinking he might be
some kind of mole or something?
Yeah, could be. We should figure out
where they all were last night.
And then cross-check their DNA
with the DNA we found at the scene.
I'm way ahead of you.
The DNA of an unknown male
was found on and around the body.
A State Department database
turned up a match
from a visa application
from a Sri Lankan named Rohan Kumar.
- REBECCA: Is he one of your suspects?
- No. Who the hell is Rohan Kumar?
- State Department, you said?
- Yeah.
[RAPID TYPING]
Finch, are you hacking
into the State Department?
You're not supposed to watch this.
Do you want me to pull up some YouTube
videos of a cat getting stuck in a...
No, thank you.
OK, Gordon Roper's transplant happened
about a month ago in Costa Rica, right?
- Right.
- Well...
Guess who flew in and out
of San Jose right around that time?
Tell me again
why this guy isn't a suspect.
- I'm trying to show you.
- Maybe he isn't home.
- KUMAR: Who is ii?
- FBI.
Are you Rohan Kumar?
My name's Brian Finch.
I work at the FBI with Agents Boyle
and Harris. Can we come in?
Mr. Kumar, would you do me a favor?
Would you lift up your shirt
for me, please?
Gordon Roper was murdered and your
DNA was all over the crime scene.
Now, I don't think you were there
even at all,
but a part of you was, wasn't it?
[SIGHS]
Can you just lift up your shin? Thanks.
Mr. Kumar is not a killer.
He's a kidney donor.
I needed money.
And I thought it would be good
if I could help someone else too.
But I never met this man, Gordon Roper.
I swear I was never in his house.
I believe you.
All the blood at the crime scene
was Gordon's,
but did you know
that DNA of a donor organ
can be detected
in the recipient's bloodstream,
sometimes for years
after the transplant?
How do you know that?
MAN ON TV". DNA from the donor's organ
can be found in the recipient's blood...
God, I miss him. Sinbad.
Mr. Kumar,
how did you arrange for the transplant?
A friend of my cousin
said he knew someone who could help me.
I was in a bad place. I needed money.
This man, Adi, he setup
the medical exam, found a match...
And flew you out to Costa Rica
for the operation, didn't he?
Adi said he'd take care of me,
but when I went back to him,
he said no one is going to listen
to an immigrant
and if I kept making noise,
no one would miss an immigrant.
You still have this Adi guy's info?
You should be in a hospital.
BRIAN: So obviously there was
no bioprinted kidney in Gordon Roper.
BOYLE: Daniel Lee lied to us.
If we can track down this Adi guy
and confirm Lee paid him for the kidney,
we can bring Lee in.
Do you mind if we make a quick stop?
I need a donut, like whoa.
One more maple log.
I'm gonna see if my friends want some.
You guys want one of these?
Maple log? No?
BRIAN: OK, so I don't need a donut
as much as I need a cover.
I don't know if I'll be able to duck out
later, what with the new rules and all.
I'll take this too, OK?
But I need to get in touch with Piper
on the DL.
Are you guys sure
you don't want anything?
I got enough donuts
for everyone to have one.
Hey, I've had to pee since 73rd.
I'll be right back, all right?
[RINGING TONE]
- Hello?
- PIPER: Are you alone?
- Yes.
- And the phone?
It's disposable. I can't talk long.
It's done. The thing I was working on.
- Can we meet?
- When?
Tonight. 10:30. The High Line.
I'll have to figure it out,
but I'll figure it out.
[HANGS UP]
REBECCA:
Fraud, organ trafficking, murder.
Adding obstruction of justice
almost feels excessive.
How did you think
this was gonna go your way, Daniel?
- I didn't do those things.
- Ooh, Adi Benesch would disagree.
He's the broker you paid $200,000 to
in exchange for a healthy kidney
that used to belong to Rohan Kumar.
I was so close
to a functional prototype.
Getting the rest of the way
depended on Gordon Roper's investment.
He was running out of time.
I had to do something.
So you told Roper it was ready and then
gave him a black market kidney instead?
- Temporarily.
- He had no idea?
When I got
the bioprinted prototype right,
I was gonna swap 'em out and tell him
it was an upgraded version.
BOYLE: That's why
all the non-disclosure agreements.
If word got around before the swap,
you'd be exposed as the fraud you are.
So was someone talking?
Were you trying to get the kidney back
before someone found out?
No, I swear I didn't kill him.
Search through all my records.
Like I told you before,
Gordon was my greatest investor.
If I wanted him dead, why would I have
gone to such great lengths to save him?
OK, so, Daniel Lee's story
seems to check out,
thus welcome to the first official
convening of the Bruntouchables,
way to represent, James,
since the whole top ten affair,
which, by the way,
we totally would have finished
if we weren't cut off prematurely.
OK. Guys, we have a murder.
And none of our suspects are the type
to kill someone on their own.
So the way I see it, we have
a very particular Venn diagram.
Circle number one:
people who kill for money.
Circle two: people with the expertise
to remove a kidney
without doing undue damage to the organ.
We'll call that "skillz"... with a Z.
Now, I'm guessing
that there's not enough
of that particular kind of
murder-for-hire work to pay the bills,
so they probably get most of their money
doing medical work,
off the books, of course.
So someone gets shot
doing something that they shouldn't,
they can't go to a hospital, so they get
someone to patch it up quietly.
Exactly. That's exactly right.
So to find that person...
we need a wound.
Sorry. What kind of wound
are we talking about?
Well, I mean, in order to lure
our underground-doctor-cum-hitman
out of hiding,
we need to offer him, or her...
- Sorry.
- Oh, my God.
...the possibility of some medical work.
I was just thinking, pow,
straight through and through,
back of the thigh,
mostly damage to the fatty tissue,
you'll be back playing tennis
in no time.
Why are you looking at me?
You're the only one
that works sitting down.
We have to investigate.
Stavros has to mop.
Brian, there's no way
I can allow you to discharge a firearm
for the purpose
of hurting a Bureau employee.
- Thank you.
- How about a bladed weapon?
Oh, forget it. I hate knives.
I run triathlons.
- I dance.
- I'll do it.
Stavros.
I have no feeling in my left leg anyway.
From Macedonia.
And I look forward
to hearing all about that.
Mike, Ike, you guys take care
of the whole... of it all.
James, do me a favor, put the word out
on the, you know, seedy underworld,
and we should have a line out to our guy
in no time.
And what if we don't?
Brian, even if he is volunteering,
there's no way
I can allow anyone to be injured.
You're right. As an agent of the FBI,
you need to voice your objection.
That's very responsible.
[ALL YELL]
BRIAN: And our fishing lines were cast.
We just had to wait for a bite.
In the meantime,
I had plenty of other stuff to do.
Hey, can I head out?
I'm still crazy jet-lagged.
I read somewhere that it takes like
a week for every time zone to readjust.
Brian, it's fine. Get some rest.
- Big day tomorrow.
- All right.
BRIAN: OK, so in order
to get to my meeting with Piper,
I might have to break a rule,
maybe two.
Principally, I need to ditch my shadow.
More accurately, ditch him in such a way
that he doesn't know he's being ditched.
[EXHALES]
Survey says... knock the guy out.
- [BELL RINGS]
- But how?
Maybe a little Indiana Jones action.
Or perhaps something
a little more James Bond.
There's always
the Machiavellian approach.
Food's not the worst idea.
But he's never gonna take anything
I have in here.
Luckily I've been ordering in a lot,
and statistically the most popular pizza
is thin crust, plain cheese.
Who can say no to that?
Thank you, yes.
And since he's seen it delivered
without interference,
or, OK, without visible interference...
Smells good.
That's rude. Here, do you want some of
this cheesy, cheesy goodness, man?
You want in on this?
Get it while it's hot? Huh?
No?
Look, I get it, dude,
we're not gonna befriends.
It's fine. I don't wanna befriends
with you anyway.
But I don't wanna see you all cranky and
crazy and hungry, OK? Cos this is weird.
You're out here
sitting on a chair in the hallway
like some sort of bridge troll
while I'm inside enjoying a nice, hot,
delicious, artisanal Italian cuisine...
There you go.
See, I knew you weren't a cyborg.
Random drug checks
don't apply to prescription medications,
even sleeping pills,
o! which there are enough on that slice
to put him on the Sleepytown Express
in plenty of time for me to meet Piper.
Attaboy.
I thought he'd be out by now.
Maybe he just needs something
to help him along.
If ever there was a recipe
for peaceful slumber,
it's a full stomach, two sleeping pills
and the soothing sounds of Enya.
[I ENYA: ONLY TIME]
[YAWNs]
Mission accomplished.
t was four minutes late
getting to the rendezvous point.
Not terrible, at least for me.
But Piper was late too.
Too soon to get antsy.
Anybody can be late, right?
It's not like she'd get cold feet
or set me up?
Maybe she got scared.
What am I missing?
Not much movement
around here, except...
Haven't I seen you before?
Somebody's tailing me.
I can't stay here.
- [PHONE RINGS]
- Hello?
No joy at the High Line, but whatever
he came to do, he left without doing it.
You want us to stay on him?
No, if he did spook, I don't wanna
give him a reason to be more suspicious.
Come home.
BRIAN: Where's Mr. Y?
Piper's bracelet.
Is that blood?
[EXHALES]
BRIAN 2: It was Morra.
Probably not Morra himself.
Sands maybe. Mr. Y.
- But it all comes back to Morra.
- No, you don't know that.
Who else would do this?
Who else would care
that you were talking to Piper?
Who else would leave you this?
This is a message from Morra.
No. No more violence. Sands said.
That was before they found out
that you didn't kill Piper
like you were supposed to.
You lied to them.
How did they find out?
I mean, did I lead them to Piper?
No, hey... Hey!
Damn it.
My NZT was fading and so was l.
But I couldn't sleep.
t listened for any report that
sounded like it could pertain to Piper.
I wouldn't accept that she was gone.
I needed her.
Not just the enzyme, her.
And if there was any chance
Piper was alive, Morra would have her.
Which meant I needed to find Morra.
But the one person
who could take me to him was gone.
I don't know what you want me to say.
Mr. Y was there when I went to sleep.
- He was asleep too, actually.
- Mr. Y?
Yeah, that's just what I called him.
No one told me his real name, so...
That's Mr. X.
What'd Finch do now?
Um...
Well, he lost his babysitter.
- What's going on, Reb?
- What do you mean?
I mean something's off
ever since Finch got back from Russia.
I think he's just trying to get back
to normal, you know. He's overwhelmed...
I don't mean with him. I mean you.
I see the way you're watching him
all the time.
Secret meetings with Ike and Mike.
Those were about Brian.
You think something's going on with him.
OK. OK.
You know, you never used to keep things
from me, not things like this.
And I never used to lie to you either.
Lie to me?
- Where did you get that?
- I found it. After Casey died.
I don't know why I didn't turn it in.
You know how I feel about the stuff.
But I got tempted, I guess.
I thought about giving it to my mother,
give her one last great day.
But it's just been
burning a hole in my pocket.
Cos it's the first time
I've ever done anything like this,
gone against the CJC,
and it's the only secret
I've ever kept from you.
And I don't like it.
I don't like keeping secrets.
Do whatever you need to do.
It's not that I don't trust you, Boyle.
It's just that I... I had to figure out
what I was dealing with,
so I could know what to do with it.
I didn't want to put you
in the middle of it.
Just tell me what's going on.
OK, OK.
You're right. Wait. You're right.
There is something going on with Brian.
- And Mr. Y fell asleep at his post?
- I didn't hire him.
We're going to look into what happened
and we're going to find a replacement.
And in the meantime
I will sit with you myself if I have to.
Rad. Partying with Naz.
You haven't gone to Naz
with any of this?
- Well, what if I'm wrong?
- You're not often wrong, Rebecca.
So stop waiting for some smoking gun.
At that point it might be too late
and this whole thing
could come crashing down on all of us.
Brian?
James Tech. How's Stavros?
Come with me.
JAMES: The Bruntouchables do it again.
Did you find the guy? Is that the guy?
That's definitely the guy.
[EXHALES]
Hey, Stavros. How's the leg?
Is small price to pay.
Fm not gonna say
Stavros had an easy time last night.
He had to visit more than one
shady provider of illicit medical care
looking for one who fit the bill.
[YELLS]
As soon as each suspect
accepted the money...
[YELLS]
...James Tech jumped into action,
searching their computers,
poking around behind firewalls.
Outside of general creep factor,
none threw up any red flags until...
it was Stavros who finally pegged
our likely candidate.
As far as he was concerned,
this was our hit man,
which, along with the vet's willingness
to illegally practice medicine,
was enough for us to get a warrant
for a deeper search.
MAN: Quick! Go, go, go!
According to his emails,
this guy was involved
in dozens of off-the-books operations
with all kinds of shady characters.
But what caught James Tech's eye
was a suspicious exchange
between the vet and someone with
the proxy address Sheepadoodle1996.
Remember the last time
we saw a Sheepadoodle?
I'm sorry, you're here
because a veterinarian you met
is having an email exchange
with someone who owns a Sheepadoodle?
Not someone who owns
a Sheepadoodle. You.
1996 was the year
you and Gordon were married,
and the Sheepadoodle in question...
Montgomery, right? ...is your husband's.
Montgomery belonged to us both.
Leave him alone, please.
[WHIMPERS]
I still don't see
what this has to do with anything.
Well, you and your husband
were having a difficult time,
according to just about everyone
we talked to.
His divorce lawyer was about to jump
all over your divorce lawyer
when suddenly Gordon gets sick.
You offered to stick around
and patch things up
because you thought
probably he would die soon
and then you'd get
at least a little bit of the fortune.
Then Biosoma had a breakthrough
and it started to look like
he might actually live after all,
and you saw an opportunity.
The first bioprinted kidney.
That's pretty special.
Something someone might kill for.
It's really ironic
when you think about it.
You thought the first bioprinted kidney
was the perfect cover,
but little did you know,
it wasn't bioprinted at all.
What?
And Daniel Lee
thought he'd have time to swap it out,
but little did he know
you were gonna kill his patient.
You actually listen to this person?
He had a hard time convincing us too,
until Dr. Kinder gave you up.
See, he had priors,
and he wasn't too eager
to take his chances
in front of a jury again.
Any evidence you have
is circumstantial at best.
REBECCA: That's OK by me.
If we keep digging, and we will, I'm
sure we'll come up with a smoking gun.
- BOYLE: Yes.
- Are you sure this dog's OK?
Monty, you seem a little lethargic.
[WHIMPERS]
Like you've been sedated.
BRIAN: That got me thinking.
t won't get too graphic
about pumping a dog's stomach,
but suffice it to say,
Montgomery was fine.
And what we found in there was worth it,
namely a hefty dose of the same sedative
used to take out Gordon Roper
and, more importantly,
traces o! Rohan Kumar's DNA.
This is not possible!
It takes a lot o! spite to feed
what you think is
your dead husband's kidney to his dog.
But it is a handy way to get rid of it.
And now I need to find Senator Morra
and find out what happened to Piper.
Ever try to search for something
without searching for it?
That's what I had to do, since
my every keystroke was being logged.
- Why are you still here?
- Actually, I was just about to leave.
- Mr. X has double duty today.
- No word from the other guy?
No, nothing. It's weird, right?
I'll let you know if I hear anything.
- Should we follow?
- No.
Let him go.
BRIAN: It took three subway changes,
but I finally lost Mr. X.
Two more trains
and I made it to St. Ann's.
[CHANTING]
Senator Morra! Senator Morra!
You want him? All right.
Excuse me. Let him through.
The senator would like a word with you.
Brian.
I'm a little busy here. Something about
who's gonna become president.
Whatever this is, Senator,
we don't have time for it.
H's OK.
I'm sorry. I didn't kill Piper Baird.
But you know that.
I went to Russia
to help her get the last thing she needs
to make the immunity shot.
I wanted to be free.
And I was stupid
to think that I could outsmart you.
But I'm here now, and I'm asking you...
...man, I'm begging you, for mercy.
If you haven't killed Piper yet,
please don't.
That is... so interesting.
I knew you went to Russia,
but until you came in here,
I had no idea Piper was still alive.
If Sands knew that,
he kept it to himself.
But I found her bracelet
covered in blood in my apartment.
Yeah, that was Sands, not me.
Try to keep up.
What, do you need a pill?
Sands has Piper, which, according to
you, means he's got the immunity shot.
So Jarrod Sands
doesn't work for me anymore.
He's gone rogue.
- Danny, get Brian a water, please?
- Are you kidding me?
- Do you want something else?
- No, I don't want any water.
You just told me
that Sands can take NZT now?
If he takes it,
he's got a way of making it,
which means
he's working with other people.
This look straight?
Sands is pulling together
a team of super villains
and you're asking
if your tie is straight?
Brian, I'm about to give a speech
that's gonna catapult me
into the front of the race.
It's gonna be beautiful.
Seriously, you should stay and watch.
Danny can get you a seat.
And you know what? It'll be fun.
Who doesn't like a standing ovation?
But to be honest, I'm thinking so far
beyond the presidency right now,
you can't even imagine.
You should be thinking
about the fact that Sands and his people
are gonna be coming after you and me.
It's time, Senator.
They'll have a plan,
and it won't be small and...
...it'll be hard for you,
but you're gonna be OK.
Let Sands and his people do their thing.
This fight...
...it's not about
who's gonna control this world.
It's about who's gonna build
the next one.
[CHEERING]
I took the pill Senator Morra gave me
and I stayed up most of the night
thinking about it.
But t still couldn't figure out
why he wasn't more worried about Sands.
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
REPORTER: Senator Morra spoke
at a New York City church,
calling the city a global beacon of...
- Hey.
- Can I come in?
Yeah.
- REBECCA: Morra's everywhere, huh?
- Yep.
- So what's up?
- I could use a cup of coffee.
- How about you?
- Sure.
[SIGHS]
So, is, uh...
is there something on your mind?
Or did your coffee maker just break?
What is this?
I saw you coming out of the church
last night.
These are for you.
You're gonna put them on
and then you're gonna tell me
what the hell is going on
between you and Senator Morra.
My name's Sands. I'm your new boss.
The woman who tried to shoot Mr. Morra
is Piper Baird.
If the FBI finds this woman
before we do,
she can tie the senator to NZT,
which means...
No more booster shots.
We got a DNA sample.
It was Piper Baird on those tracks.
I killed her.
When all of this started,
we made promises to each other.
I didn't mean to lie.
You're being assigned
to a different handler.
I told you to leave Russia.
If DC finds out
that Brian brought NZT into Russia,
this becomes
an entirely different kind of manhunt.
If Morra ever finds out
that you are still alive,
then everything
that means anything to me is gone.
You can't play both sides forever.
I'm gonna figure out
how that enzyme works, Brian.
You can be free of Morra for good.
SANDS: Piper's alive.
BRIAN: So, you may be wondering
how I got here.
I understand now that going to Russia
without letting you guys know
was the wrong thing to do.
But I just needed a break, you know?
I needed a vacation to clear my head,
and, uh...
Now you're back,
there are going to be several changes
to your agreement with the Bureau.
NAZ: We will be moving you
out o! the file room to a cubicle
where I can keep an eye on you.
To prevent you hoarding pills,
your NZT dosage will be monitored
with more vigilance.
Meaning...?
NAZ: Meaning we're going to make sure
you swallow.
You will be subject to random
drug testing. You know what I mean.
- IKE: Let it... Let it go. Let it go.
- MIKE: Finch.
Finch, let it go. Let it...
Random searches of the safe house.
Monitoring
all your communication activities.
- [COUGHS] Patriot Act.
- Excuse me?
- You will have a 10pm curfew.
- What?
Which will be enforced by new escorts.
Dedicated agents will accompany you
from home to office.
What about when I'm off duty?
24/7. And they've been warned
about your tendency to wander.
How you doing? Brian.
Going forward, you will not discuss NZT
or your work here
with anyone outside of the CJC.
- What about my family?
- Period.
Got it. Mum's the word. Anything else?
We are repossessing
your... headquarters.
Is that it?
Actually... I think we need to talk
about the dress code.
So that's pretty much been
my week back at work.
Toeing the line, keeping my head down,
waiting for Piper to finish her enzyme,
imagining freedom from Senator Morra,
losing my mind.
There was a silver lining, though.
After everything Pd put her through
by running off to Russia,
I really didn't see it coming, but...
- It's OK, Brian.
- You mean...
Let's just put it behind us
and focus on what's next, OK?
♪ Hallelujah...
She even agreed to be my handler again.
♪ Hallelujah, halle... a'
Hey, cool. More files.
If you're looking for a change of pace,
you can take these reimbursement forms
down to Accounting for me.
Oh, my God, yes.
Escort Guy, field trip!
REBECCA: I've watched the video
from this elevator so many times
it's pretty much burned into my vision,
and I still can't figure out
what they're saying.
And their body language, the way
they're so not looking at each other.
Somethings not right.
You've had us tailing him
since he got back,
and so far we haven't seen any evidence
of him communicating
with anyone suspicious.
And with the new babysitters
Naz has on him, I don't see how he can.
It doesn't mean he hasn't already.
All that time he spent out of pocket,
literally anything could have happened
while he was in Russia.
You think Finch was selling FBI secrets?
To Morra or to the Russians?
I don't know what I think,
but I know if it involves Jarrod Sands,
it almost definitely involves
Senator Morra.
You guys, if he is selling confidential
information, to senators or anyone else,
we owe it to ourselves
to get in front of it.
And if he isn't,
then we owe it to Brian.
Harris. There you are.
Grab Finch. We got work.
Stand down for now.
I'm not gonna let this go.
Wow. This place is a lot.
Well, Gordon Roper is a billionaire.
Was a billionaire.
Roper was found murdered
over by that window.
NYPD puts it
between midnight and 3am.
Body was found by the housekeeper
this morning.
No sign of forced entry,
but it was brutal.
His right kidney is missing.
Someone cut it out.
Well, that's very specific.
Detectives found some of Roper's
medical records in his study.
Apparently he'd been battling
kidney disease for a number of years.
He's on several waiting lists
for a transplant.
Well, did he get one?
His records show that
his dialysis visits ended weeks ago.
Well, NYPD called
the National Transplant List
and hospitals in the area.
- None reported matching Roper.
- Does it remind you of the DeVera case?
Ari DeVera went to Costa Rica
to buy a black market liver.
Transplant went fine, but he ended up
owing the broker some money,
and when he couldn't pay, they sent
someone to repossess the liver.
Ugh. Roper was crazy rich.
A guy like this could definitely afford
a new kidney.
You say the housekeeper found him?
Wasn't he married? Where's the wife?
Downstairs. She just drove in
from their house in Connecticut.
MRS ROPER: Gordon didn't want people
to know he was sick.
He knew they'd speculate about his work,
what it meant for the companies
he'd invested in.
He felt a responsibility
to his partners.
Is that why
he kept the transplant quiet?
Clearly your husband's murder
had something to do with his kidney.
Mrs. Roper, we need to know
the details of the transplant.
Even if it was a private transaction.
They made us sign
a very strict non-disclosure agreement.
Who did, the hospital?
Biosoma,
the company that made the kidney.
I'm sorry, did you say "made" it?
They do bioprinting, like 3-D printing
but they make tissues, organs.
Gordon was an investor.
Are you saying your husband had a kidney
that was 3-D printed?
First one ever made.
Wow. That certainly explains
why someone would want it.
[WHINES]
This is more than a murder.
This seems like a... like a heist.
We need to check out
this Biosoma operation in the morning.
Yeah, I'll see
what I can dig up tonight.
Well, guys,
I would say it's beer o'clock,
but I'm sure that violates
one of my new rules,
and, besides, my mom's here.
Hey. So I finally figured out
what I'm gonna call you guys.
And don't pretend
like you haven't been waiting.
Or do.
Or just maintain that totally
indifferent poker face thing you do.
Mr. X. To go with your air of mystery.
Although I guess technically
the other guy started first,
so he'd have to be Mr. X,
it's only fair,
but you can be Mr. Y.
Good talk.
[SIGHS]
Hey, where are we going, man?
I live the other way.
Sands? You work for Morra?
This is a nice place. Very... remote.
Bit out of the way.
But you can't be too careful.
FBI watching you quite closely,
aren't they?
He'll be working with you from now on.
The senator thinks this'll make
the arrangement a lot easier,
given your current circumstances.
What about you?
I'll be working in a different capacity.
Is that some kind of euphemism?
- I suppose we'll see.
- You don't know?
Don't worry about me, Brian.
The senator wants you to know
everything's fine.
It's gonna get better, safer.
What does that mean?
No more violence.
Arm.
BRIAN: It was bad enough when it was
just Naz's ten rules I had to follow,
but with Morra's guy
watching me all night
and Naz's guy watching me all day,
t had no choice
but to stick to the straight and narrow.
MAN: The human body
is amazingly complex.
And while we've managed to combine 3-D
printing technology and human cells
to manufacture
functioning human tissues,
something like a kidney or a liver
isn't just tissue,
it's an intricate network
of nerves, blood vessels.
The biggest challenge of bioprinting is
how to leave the space for those things
and how to build them fast enough
so that the cells around them don't die.
I've read about this. But everyone says
we're years away from working organs.
- So how did you figure it out?
- Our engineers deserve the most credit.
And our investors. Like Gordon Roper.
The news this morning...
our whole company's devastated.
- He was like a member of our family.
- Well, he was also your guinea pig.
We know he wasn't just your investor.
His wife told us
Gordon's kidney was bioprinted.
But we're not here
to discuss NIH violations.
Seems whoever killed him
wanted that kidney,
so we need to know everything about it.
Years ago, when I saw
the potential in manufacturing tissues,
my colleagues thought
it was too far off to be practical.
- Gordon was willing to take the risk.
- He had a personal interest.
His own kidneys were failing, right?
Yes, he was already on dialysis by then,
and because of his medical history,
he was at the bottom
of all the transplant lists.
He was desperate.
But there are other ways for desperate
people with means to get an organ.
Of course,
but Gordon saw the bigger picture.
- The opportunity to help the world.
- By funding your research.
As far as I know, our prototype
is the world's first bioprinted organ.
- Or was, I suppose.
- How did it end up in Gordon Roper?
Gordon didn't have much to lose,
he said, but he had everything to gain.
If it worked, he'd be a living billboard
and his investment
would pay off twofold.
- He was always a businessman.
- Yeah, but it did work, didn't it?
Roper was off dialysis. How are you guys
not shouting this from the rooftops?
Because transplants are a long game.
If the kidney failed, our company
would be doomed by bad press.
It's why we went to Costa Rica
for the surgery.
And it's why I insisted
that everyone involved
sign a non-disclosure agreement.
Well, Doctor,
we're gonna need to see those.
OK, so I need to comb through
everyone who signed
a non-disclosure agreement with Biosoma
and look into anyone
they might have told anyway,
spouses, assistants, friends.
Maybe one o! them has a motive
for killing Gordon Roper.
[PHONE WHISTLES]
That's weird.
- Where's your posse?
- What do you mean?
Mike and Ike. Well, I saw you guys
huddled up yesterday.
Looked a little intense.
How are they taking it?
You know, Naz chewed 'em out
pretty good about Russia, right?
Well, I mean, they're fine, considering.
They wish it hadn't happened, obviously.
Don't we all?
You're taking it pretty well, though.
Bigger fish to fry.
BRIAN: I didn't know
what the text meant at first.
Was it Mona?
Was he trying to get in touch with me?
But why wouldn't he just use Mr. Y?
AH I knew was it was a code.
And I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Wait, 929. That's a New York area code.
It's a phone number and a name.
Piper.
Piper's back in New York.
What have you got,
besides crumbs on the evidence?
Yes, well, aside from Gordon Roper,
his wife and his personal physician,
most of the non-disclosure agreements
were signed by Biosoma employees.
All have possible motives for wanting
to profit off Gordon Roper's kidney.
Then there's the usual suspects.
The scorned assistant.
The lead engineer with
a staggering amount of gambling debt.
And this guy.
He's a lab tech that used to work
for a competing company.
I'm thinking he might be
some kind of mole or something?
Yeah, could be. We should figure out
where they all were last night.
And then cross-check their DNA
with the DNA we found at the scene.
I'm way ahead of you.
The DNA of an unknown male
was found on and around the body.
A State Department database
turned up a match
from a visa application
from a Sri Lankan named Rohan Kumar.
- REBECCA: Is he one of your suspects?
- No. Who the hell is Rohan Kumar?
- State Department, you said?
- Yeah.
[RAPID TYPING]
Finch, are you hacking
into the State Department?
You're not supposed to watch this.
Do you want me to pull up some YouTube
videos of a cat getting stuck in a...
No, thank you.
OK, Gordon Roper's transplant happened
about a month ago in Costa Rica, right?
- Right.
- Well...
Guess who flew in and out
of San Jose right around that time?
Tell me again
why this guy isn't a suspect.
- I'm trying to show you.
- Maybe he isn't home.
- KUMAR: Who is ii?
- FBI.
Are you Rohan Kumar?
My name's Brian Finch.
I work at the FBI with Agents Boyle
and Harris. Can we come in?
Mr. Kumar, would you do me a favor?
Would you lift up your shirt
for me, please?
Gordon Roper was murdered and your
DNA was all over the crime scene.
Now, I don't think you were there
even at all,
but a part of you was, wasn't it?
[SIGHS]
Can you just lift up your shin? Thanks.
Mr. Kumar is not a killer.
He's a kidney donor.
I needed money.
And I thought it would be good
if I could help someone else too.
But I never met this man, Gordon Roper.
I swear I was never in his house.
I believe you.
All the blood at the crime scene
was Gordon's,
but did you know
that DNA of a donor organ
can be detected
in the recipient's bloodstream,
sometimes for years
after the transplant?
How do you know that?
MAN ON TV". DNA from the donor's organ
can be found in the recipient's blood...
God, I miss him. Sinbad.
Mr. Kumar,
how did you arrange for the transplant?
A friend of my cousin
said he knew someone who could help me.
I was in a bad place. I needed money.
This man, Adi, he setup
the medical exam, found a match...
And flew you out to Costa Rica
for the operation, didn't he?
Adi said he'd take care of me,
but when I went back to him,
he said no one is going to listen
to an immigrant
and if I kept making noise,
no one would miss an immigrant.
You still have this Adi guy's info?
You should be in a hospital.
BRIAN: So obviously there was
no bioprinted kidney in Gordon Roper.
BOYLE: Daniel Lee lied to us.
If we can track down this Adi guy
and confirm Lee paid him for the kidney,
we can bring Lee in.
Do you mind if we make a quick stop?
I need a donut, like whoa.
One more maple log.
I'm gonna see if my friends want some.
You guys want one of these?
Maple log? No?
BRIAN: OK, so I don't need a donut
as much as I need a cover.
I don't know if I'll be able to duck out
later, what with the new rules and all.
I'll take this too, OK?
But I need to get in touch with Piper
on the DL.
Are you guys sure
you don't want anything?
I got enough donuts
for everyone to have one.
Hey, I've had to pee since 73rd.
I'll be right back, all right?
[RINGING TONE]
- Hello?
- PIPER: Are you alone?
- Yes.
- And the phone?
It's disposable. I can't talk long.
It's done. The thing I was working on.
- Can we meet?
- When?
Tonight. 10:30. The High Line.
I'll have to figure it out,
but I'll figure it out.
[HANGS UP]
REBECCA:
Fraud, organ trafficking, murder.
Adding obstruction of justice
almost feels excessive.
How did you think
this was gonna go your way, Daniel?
- I didn't do those things.
- Ooh, Adi Benesch would disagree.
He's the broker you paid $200,000 to
in exchange for a healthy kidney
that used to belong to Rohan Kumar.
I was so close
to a functional prototype.
Getting the rest of the way
depended on Gordon Roper's investment.
He was running out of time.
I had to do something.
So you told Roper it was ready and then
gave him a black market kidney instead?
- Temporarily.
- He had no idea?
When I got
the bioprinted prototype right,
I was gonna swap 'em out and tell him
it was an upgraded version.
BOYLE: That's why
all the non-disclosure agreements.
If word got around before the swap,
you'd be exposed as the fraud you are.
So was someone talking?
Were you trying to get the kidney back
before someone found out?
No, I swear I didn't kill him.
Search through all my records.
Like I told you before,
Gordon was my greatest investor.
If I wanted him dead, why would I have
gone to such great lengths to save him?
OK, so, Daniel Lee's story
seems to check out,
thus welcome to the first official
convening of the Bruntouchables,
way to represent, James,
since the whole top ten affair,
which, by the way,
we totally would have finished
if we weren't cut off prematurely.
OK. Guys, we have a murder.
And none of our suspects are the type
to kill someone on their own.
So the way I see it, we have
a very particular Venn diagram.
Circle number one:
people who kill for money.
Circle two: people with the expertise
to remove a kidney
without doing undue damage to the organ.
We'll call that "skillz"... with a Z.
Now, I'm guessing
that there's not enough
of that particular kind of
murder-for-hire work to pay the bills,
so they probably get most of their money
doing medical work,
off the books, of course.
So someone gets shot
doing something that they shouldn't,
they can't go to a hospital, so they get
someone to patch it up quietly.
Exactly. That's exactly right.
So to find that person...
we need a wound.
Sorry. What kind of wound
are we talking about?
Well, I mean, in order to lure
our underground-doctor-cum-hitman
out of hiding,
we need to offer him, or her...
- Sorry.
- Oh, my God.
...the possibility of some medical work.
I was just thinking, pow,
straight through and through,
back of the thigh,
mostly damage to the fatty tissue,
you'll be back playing tennis
in no time.
Why are you looking at me?
You're the only one
that works sitting down.
We have to investigate.
Stavros has to mop.
Brian, there's no way
I can allow you to discharge a firearm
for the purpose
of hurting a Bureau employee.
- Thank you.
- How about a bladed weapon?
Oh, forget it. I hate knives.
I run triathlons.
- I dance.
- I'll do it.
Stavros.
I have no feeling in my left leg anyway.
From Macedonia.
And I look forward
to hearing all about that.
Mike, Ike, you guys take care
of the whole... of it all.
James, do me a favor, put the word out
on the, you know, seedy underworld,
and we should have a line out to our guy
in no time.
And what if we don't?
Brian, even if he is volunteering,
there's no way
I can allow anyone to be injured.
You're right. As an agent of the FBI,
you need to voice your objection.
That's very responsible.
[ALL YELL]
BRIAN: And our fishing lines were cast.
We just had to wait for a bite.
In the meantime,
I had plenty of other stuff to do.
Hey, can I head out?
I'm still crazy jet-lagged.
I read somewhere that it takes like
a week for every time zone to readjust.
Brian, it's fine. Get some rest.
- Big day tomorrow.
- All right.
BRIAN: OK, so in order
to get to my meeting with Piper,
I might have to break a rule,
maybe two.
Principally, I need to ditch my shadow.
More accurately, ditch him in such a way
that he doesn't know he's being ditched.
[EXHALES]
Survey says... knock the guy out.
- [BELL RINGS]
- But how?
Maybe a little Indiana Jones action.
Or perhaps something
a little more James Bond.
There's always
the Machiavellian approach.
Food's not the worst idea.
But he's never gonna take anything
I have in here.
Luckily I've been ordering in a lot,
and statistically the most popular pizza
is thin crust, plain cheese.
Who can say no to that?
Thank you, yes.
And since he's seen it delivered
without interference,
or, OK, without visible interference...
Smells good.
That's rude. Here, do you want some of
this cheesy, cheesy goodness, man?
You want in on this?
Get it while it's hot? Huh?
No?
Look, I get it, dude,
we're not gonna befriends.
It's fine. I don't wanna befriends
with you anyway.
But I don't wanna see you all cranky and
crazy and hungry, OK? Cos this is weird.
You're out here
sitting on a chair in the hallway
like some sort of bridge troll
while I'm inside enjoying a nice, hot,
delicious, artisanal Italian cuisine...
There you go.
See, I knew you weren't a cyborg.
Random drug checks
don't apply to prescription medications,
even sleeping pills,
o! which there are enough on that slice
to put him on the Sleepytown Express
in plenty of time for me to meet Piper.
Attaboy.
I thought he'd be out by now.
Maybe he just needs something
to help him along.
If ever there was a recipe
for peaceful slumber,
it's a full stomach, two sleeping pills
and the soothing sounds of Enya.
[I ENYA: ONLY TIME]
[YAWNs]
Mission accomplished.
t was four minutes late
getting to the rendezvous point.
Not terrible, at least for me.
But Piper was late too.
Too soon to get antsy.
Anybody can be late, right?
It's not like she'd get cold feet
or set me up?
Maybe she got scared.
What am I missing?
Not much movement
around here, except...
Haven't I seen you before?
Somebody's tailing me.
I can't stay here.
- [PHONE RINGS]
- Hello?
No joy at the High Line, but whatever
he came to do, he left without doing it.
You want us to stay on him?
No, if he did spook, I don't wanna
give him a reason to be more suspicious.
Come home.
BRIAN: Where's Mr. Y?
Piper's bracelet.
Is that blood?
[EXHALES]
BRIAN 2: It was Morra.
Probably not Morra himself.
Sands maybe. Mr. Y.
- But it all comes back to Morra.
- No, you don't know that.
Who else would do this?
Who else would care
that you were talking to Piper?
Who else would leave you this?
This is a message from Morra.
No. No more violence. Sands said.
That was before they found out
that you didn't kill Piper
like you were supposed to.
You lied to them.
How did they find out?
I mean, did I lead them to Piper?
No, hey... Hey!
Damn it.
My NZT was fading and so was l.
But I couldn't sleep.
t listened for any report that
sounded like it could pertain to Piper.
I wouldn't accept that she was gone.
I needed her.
Not just the enzyme, her.
And if there was any chance
Piper was alive, Morra would have her.
Which meant I needed to find Morra.
But the one person
who could take me to him was gone.
I don't know what you want me to say.
Mr. Y was there when I went to sleep.
- He was asleep too, actually.
- Mr. Y?
Yeah, that's just what I called him.
No one told me his real name, so...
That's Mr. X.
What'd Finch do now?
Um...
Well, he lost his babysitter.
- What's going on, Reb?
- What do you mean?
I mean something's off
ever since Finch got back from Russia.
I think he's just trying to get back
to normal, you know. He's overwhelmed...
I don't mean with him. I mean you.
I see the way you're watching him
all the time.
Secret meetings with Ike and Mike.
Those were about Brian.
You think something's going on with him.
OK. OK.
You know, you never used to keep things
from me, not things like this.
And I never used to lie to you either.
Lie to me?
- Where did you get that?
- I found it. After Casey died.
I don't know why I didn't turn it in.
You know how I feel about the stuff.
But I got tempted, I guess.
I thought about giving it to my mother,
give her one last great day.
But it's just been
burning a hole in my pocket.
Cos it's the first time
I've ever done anything like this,
gone against the CJC,
and it's the only secret
I've ever kept from you.
And I don't like it.
I don't like keeping secrets.
Do whatever you need to do.
It's not that I don't trust you, Boyle.
It's just that I... I had to figure out
what I was dealing with,
so I could know what to do with it.
I didn't want to put you
in the middle of it.
Just tell me what's going on.
OK, OK.
You're right. Wait. You're right.
There is something going on with Brian.
- And Mr. Y fell asleep at his post?
- I didn't hire him.
We're going to look into what happened
and we're going to find a replacement.
And in the meantime
I will sit with you myself if I have to.
Rad. Partying with Naz.
You haven't gone to Naz
with any of this?
- Well, what if I'm wrong?
- You're not often wrong, Rebecca.
So stop waiting for some smoking gun.
At that point it might be too late
and this whole thing
could come crashing down on all of us.
Brian?
James Tech. How's Stavros?
Come with me.
JAMES: The Bruntouchables do it again.
Did you find the guy? Is that the guy?
That's definitely the guy.
[EXHALES]
Hey, Stavros. How's the leg?
Is small price to pay.
Fm not gonna say
Stavros had an easy time last night.
He had to visit more than one
shady provider of illicit medical care
looking for one who fit the bill.
[YELLS]
As soon as each suspect
accepted the money...
[YELLS]
...James Tech jumped into action,
searching their computers,
poking around behind firewalls.
Outside of general creep factor,
none threw up any red flags until...
it was Stavros who finally pegged
our likely candidate.
As far as he was concerned,
this was our hit man,
which, along with the vet's willingness
to illegally practice medicine,
was enough for us to get a warrant
for a deeper search.
MAN: Quick! Go, go, go!
According to his emails,
this guy was involved
in dozens of off-the-books operations
with all kinds of shady characters.
But what caught James Tech's eye
was a suspicious exchange
between the vet and someone with
the proxy address Sheepadoodle1996.
Remember the last time
we saw a Sheepadoodle?
I'm sorry, you're here
because a veterinarian you met
is having an email exchange
with someone who owns a Sheepadoodle?
Not someone who owns
a Sheepadoodle. You.
1996 was the year
you and Gordon were married,
and the Sheepadoodle in question...
Montgomery, right? ...is your husband's.
Montgomery belonged to us both.
Leave him alone, please.
[WHIMPERS]
I still don't see
what this has to do with anything.
Well, you and your husband
were having a difficult time,
according to just about everyone
we talked to.
His divorce lawyer was about to jump
all over your divorce lawyer
when suddenly Gordon gets sick.
You offered to stick around
and patch things up
because you thought
probably he would die soon
and then you'd get
at least a little bit of the fortune.
Then Biosoma had a breakthrough
and it started to look like
he might actually live after all,
and you saw an opportunity.
The first bioprinted kidney.
That's pretty special.
Something someone might kill for.
It's really ironic
when you think about it.
You thought the first bioprinted kidney
was the perfect cover,
but little did you know,
it wasn't bioprinted at all.
What?
And Daniel Lee
thought he'd have time to swap it out,
but little did he know
you were gonna kill his patient.
You actually listen to this person?
He had a hard time convincing us too,
until Dr. Kinder gave you up.
See, he had priors,
and he wasn't too eager
to take his chances
in front of a jury again.
Any evidence you have
is circumstantial at best.
REBECCA: That's OK by me.
If we keep digging, and we will, I'm
sure we'll come up with a smoking gun.
- BOYLE: Yes.
- Are you sure this dog's OK?
Monty, you seem a little lethargic.
[WHIMPERS]
Like you've been sedated.
BRIAN: That got me thinking.
t won't get too graphic
about pumping a dog's stomach,
but suffice it to say,
Montgomery was fine.
And what we found in there was worth it,
namely a hefty dose of the same sedative
used to take out Gordon Roper
and, more importantly,
traces o! Rohan Kumar's DNA.
This is not possible!
It takes a lot o! spite to feed
what you think is
your dead husband's kidney to his dog.
But it is a handy way to get rid of it.
And now I need to find Senator Morra
and find out what happened to Piper.
Ever try to search for something
without searching for it?
That's what I had to do, since
my every keystroke was being logged.
- Why are you still here?
- Actually, I was just about to leave.
- Mr. X has double duty today.
- No word from the other guy?
No, nothing. It's weird, right?
I'll let you know if I hear anything.
- Should we follow?
- No.
Let him go.
BRIAN: It took three subway changes,
but I finally lost Mr. X.
Two more trains
and I made it to St. Ann's.
[CHANTING]
Senator Morra! Senator Morra!
You want him? All right.
Excuse me. Let him through.
The senator would like a word with you.
Brian.
I'm a little busy here. Something about
who's gonna become president.
Whatever this is, Senator,
we don't have time for it.
H's OK.
I'm sorry. I didn't kill Piper Baird.
But you know that.
I went to Russia
to help her get the last thing she needs
to make the immunity shot.
I wanted to be free.
And I was stupid
to think that I could outsmart you.
But I'm here now, and I'm asking you...
...man, I'm begging you, for mercy.
If you haven't killed Piper yet,
please don't.
That is... so interesting.
I knew you went to Russia,
but until you came in here,
I had no idea Piper was still alive.
If Sands knew that,
he kept it to himself.
But I found her bracelet
covered in blood in my apartment.
Yeah, that was Sands, not me.
Try to keep up.
What, do you need a pill?
Sands has Piper, which, according to
you, means he's got the immunity shot.
So Jarrod Sands
doesn't work for me anymore.
He's gone rogue.
- Danny, get Brian a water, please?
- Are you kidding me?
- Do you want something else?
- No, I don't want any water.
You just told me
that Sands can take NZT now?
If he takes it,
he's got a way of making it,
which means
he's working with other people.
This look straight?
Sands is pulling together
a team of super villains
and you're asking
if your tie is straight?
Brian, I'm about to give a speech
that's gonna catapult me
into the front of the race.
It's gonna be beautiful.
Seriously, you should stay and watch.
Danny can get you a seat.
And you know what? It'll be fun.
Who doesn't like a standing ovation?
But to be honest, I'm thinking so far
beyond the presidency right now,
you can't even imagine.
You should be thinking
about the fact that Sands and his people
are gonna be coming after you and me.
It's time, Senator.
They'll have a plan,
and it won't be small and...
...it'll be hard for you,
but you're gonna be OK.
Let Sands and his people do their thing.
This fight...
...it's not about
who's gonna control this world.
It's about who's gonna build
the next one.
[CHEERING]
I took the pill Senator Morra gave me
and I stayed up most of the night
thinking about it.
But t still couldn't figure out
why he wasn't more worried about Sands.
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
REPORTER: Senator Morra spoke
at a New York City church,
calling the city a global beacon of...
- Hey.
- Can I come in?
Yeah.
- REBECCA: Morra's everywhere, huh?
- Yep.
- So what's up?
- I could use a cup of coffee.
- How about you?
- Sure.
[SIGHS]
So, is, uh...
is there something on your mind?
Or did your coffee maker just break?
What is this?
I saw you coming out of the church
last night.
These are for you.
You're gonna put them on
and then you're gonna tell me
what the hell is going on
between you and Senator Morra.