Limitless (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 4 - Page 44 - full transcript

My name is Brian Finch.

I was your average 28-year-old screw-up
until I took a pill called NZT.

Suddenly I had access
to every brain cell.

For 12 hours he basically becomes
the smartest person in the world.

And that's why the FBI hired me.

Brian Finch, Rebecca Harris. We're
with the FBI. God, that sounds cool.

There's just one problem. NZT will
kill you, unless you have this shot.

You can have as much NZT as you want
with no side effects.

- Why would you help me?
- I need somebody in your position.

You describe to the FBI, or anyone,
about these shots,

t will let you die more painfully
and slowly than you can fathom.



So, Brian, you ready to become
somebody who matters?

BRIAN: Previously on Limitless...

I think my father was on NZT that night.

My name's Sands. I'm your new boss.

You belong to Mr. Morra now.

- Brian.
- Shauna.

There are things about my life
that I can't tell you about.

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

Brian? Brian?

I had to break off things with Shauna.

She didn't take it very well.
I think I hurt her pretty bad.

BRIAN: Now, in a certain light,
this all looks pretty glamorous.

But when you're walking
up to a place like this on NZT,

everything looks different.



Almost everyone in this line,
me included, has a hole to fill.

A void.

I lost Shauna. I can't be with anyone.

Am I proud of what I do
to fill that void? No.

But, I mean, come on,
I'm not Saint Brian.

But, honestly, when NZT turns hooking up
into an algorithm, the fun wears off!

and a meaningless one-night stand
is ultimately... meaningless.

Who knew?

Your mind starts to crave more.
So I poked around.

t started emailing back and forth
with some very interesting people.

There's Nina,
who has some truly fascinating ideas

about why quantum particles change form
when someone observes them.

Then there's John.

He's working on a drug that alters
the way we all perceive time.

I mean, I! you could make ten minutes
!eel like an entire day,

what would you do with the extra hours?

Oh, and Arthur,
he claims he's one breakthrough away

from being able to double a mouse's
lifespan by mutating its genes.

The limits of what we know,
that's something you can get lost in.

That's a way
to take your mind off a broken heart.

Good morning, everyone.

Take a seat, Finch.

I've decided to read you
into your first confidential case.

You will be given
a temporary top secret clearance.

OK, just out of curiosity,

is that the highest there is?

Am I higher than Boyle?

You will have access to knowledge
that if applied improperly

would leave you vulnerable
to charges of treason.

Mmm.

I need to know that you understand this
and take it seriously,

and that T-shirt isn't helping.

Uh, well, I'll tell you this much,

I don't wanna go to jail, so I'm good.

Look, I appreciate the show
of confidence, seriously. What's up?

Our intelligence branch is building
a case against a man named Mao Zhang.

He's a Chinese immigrant and he's a top
engineer at Miller-Bluett Technologies,

a very important defense contractor.

Zhang has access to specs
for all kinds of drones, cloaking tech.

This is sensitive technology.

A few months back,
the CIA intercepted a Chinese drone

that was fitted
with Miller-Bluett's specs.

Our people zeroed in on Zhang,

but they haven't been able to find
hard evidence he's been selling intel.

They want our help.

Ooh. OK, I got it.

Please don't spill coffee
on the top secret file.

Spy stuff. This is so bad-ass, guys.

All right,
where do you want me to start?

OK. You want me
to dig through his garbage?

It's an important part
of counterespionage.

We've been collecting Zhang's garbage
from the city for over a month now.

You won't be the first to go through it,
but you'll be the first on NZT.

- You're not on litter duty, though?
- Surveillance.

Congratulations on your new clearance.

Once you get over the ick factor,

you can actually learn a lot
about someone by what they throw away.

Zhang might be an amazing engineer,
but he's vain about going gray.

He's got a gleaming white smile.

And even though he's lactose intolerant,

he consumes organic milk by
the bucket-load, which is weird, right?

Every carton of milk Zhang threw away
has those scratches down the side.

They're combinations of numbers,

and when you put them together
in the right combination,

they add up to measurements.

OK. He's passing schematics
for some kind of drone.

You just drew this blueprint?

It's only partial,
but if we've been taking his garbage,

the people he's giving these specs to
haven't been getting new information.

Odds are they know he's being watched

and they've changed up
the delivery method.

This isn't enough to make an arrest.
There's no evidence of sale or exchange.

But it's more than enough
to get a warrant

for a covert search of Zhang's place.

And we're basically positive he's a spy.

- This is huge, Brian.
- Finch.

[PHONE CHIMES]

Huh. It's this guy Arthur
I've been talking to.

He thinks I helped him
create an immortal mouse.

ARTHUR: Tithonus. Isn't he beautiful?

The adjustments you gave me,
they were brilliant.

How long have you been working
with telomeres?

I don't work with telomeres.

I just kind of took a shot in the dark,
I guess.

Do you understand what you've done?

Telomeres hold our genes together.

Every time our bodies produce cells,
they wear down. Eventually so do we.

For now, anyway.

I gave this mouse a gene therapy
based on your input, and if I'm right,

he's going to live
up to two months longer.

Cool. Two months, is that a big deal?

That is an entire standard deviation.

If we could apply this therapy
to humans,

we could expect to live
another 20 to 30 years.

Think about that. You made it possible.

Although I do have to say, you're
different than I expected you to be.

Your emails are always so articulate.

Yeah, just kind of depends
on the time of day.

You see, if we do apply
this therapy to humans...

BRIAN: Was he a genius
or just a crazy guy in Queens?

Off NZT,
it's really hard for me to tell.

- I'd like to think he's a genius.
- ...other biological problems occur.

SANDS: Did you know
your flat was bugged?

How did you get in here?

Tech's four years old, so you can give
the FBI the benefit of the doubt

and assume it was installed
for a prior resident.

What do you want, Sands?

Sit.

It's time to make yourself useful.

We know quite a lot about NZT
our side of the fence.

FBI's playing catch-up.

We're curious
how that's working for them.

I want you to find out exactly
what they know and bring it to me.

Is this for you or for Senator Morra?

That's not a distinction
you need to concern yourself with.

- Why does he need to know this?
- Brian, you're asking questions.

No.

This is a bad idea. We should wait.

They're just starting to trust me.

When Mr. Morra gave you that shot

to make you immune
to the side effects of the pill,

he told you
it comes with an expiration date.

You're gonna need a booster, shortly,

or your life's gonna take a nasty turn.

Brain damage, blackouts, psychosis.

When you bring me those files,
all of them,

then and only then
will you get your next shot.

Your liquor cabinet's crap, mate.
Sort it out.

You've got three days.

BRIAN:
So Sands wants me to get the NZT files

that are locked in a safe
in Naz's office.

I mean, come on.

He'!-

- Hey.
- You OK?

Yeah, of course. Why?

You're just kind of standing here.
I just came through Security.

There's someone here
to see you named Arthur Maciel.

- Seems kind of agitated.
- Huh.

He's gone. Tithonus is gone.

- Your mouse?
- Yeah. He's gone.

Somebody broke into my place last night.

I think they tried to get into my
computers, but the security's too tight,

so, I don't know, they took him.

OK, well, you've got your notes, right?
Just make another one.

That's not the point.

If the people who stole him
know what they're doing,

they can reverse engineer my work.

The gene therapy inside that animal

is worth hundreds of millions
of dollars, maybe billions.

Wow.

And now he has it.

He?

Along time ago, I had
a business partner, Paul Wilkerman.

We started a biotech company
called Claxion together.

You co-founded Claxion?

Yeah, it was in a garage back then,
but yeah.

Our visions didn't align,
so he bought me out.

For $19,000.

You see, Paul, over the years,

he's been... less than gracious

about my original contributions
to Claxion.

So after this breakthrough, I...
I wrote him an open letter

and posted it on a message board.

I may have boasted a little bit.

Arthur, if you posted about your
breakthrough on a message board,

anyone could have read that, man.

Yeah, maybe. But who could move so fast?

You see, he's built his career
on the original sin

of convincing the world
that I'm not to be taken seriously.

- [KNOCKING]
- Yeah.

OK, look, I gotta go right now,
but, um, I'll look into it.

This is... It's my life's work.

Don't let him take that from me.

All right.All right. I'll look into it.

Huh. Let's get researching.

The FBI put me on finding avenues
to nail Zhang,

but I couldn't help
thinking about Arthur.

You're procrastinating.
Believe me, I've been there.

Sands gave me three days
to dig up some files.

If I were you, and I pretty much am,

I'd be figuring out
how to get inside that safe.

Naz is the special agent

in charge of a Cross Jurisdictional
Command, all right?

I can't just break into her office.
It's treason.

They throw you in supermax prison
for that. And what about Rebecca?

She stuck her neck out
for me to get this job.

What happens to her if I get caught
stealing national secrets?

So don't get caught.

Because as bad as you think
this option might be,

I assure you...
the other one is way worse.

But you can get into that safe.

It's possible to make fake fingerprints.
Remember?

You wanna press the silicone into the
pane of glass with your index finger.

Ah, boom! Told you.
You owe me 50 bucks.

You need to make a shopping list.
Cyanoacrylate, molds, gel.

Mike and Ike don't follow me when
I'm not on the pill. I'll go tonight.

Now all you need is your boss's
fingerprints and you got it.

She's always drinking green tea.

NAZ: So you're the one stealing my tea.

It's fine, Brian.
The government pays for it.

It's for everyone. I'm just surprised.

You don't seem like one
for healthy habits.

What, are you kidding me?
I'm gonna live forever with this stuff.

Ma'am, they're back from the break-in
at Mao Zhang's.

REBECCA: Tactical just got back
from searching Zhang's home.

- Anything promising?
- It's hard to say.

All the documents we photographed
are in Chinese.

We've got his hard drives,
scans of everything in his safe.

If there was something compromising
in Zhang's house, we got it.

We're heading down to Forensics now.
We'll organize everything we pulled.

You will have plenty of stuff
to go through in the morning.

WOMAN: Miss Harris.

I'm sorry for the ambush.
My name is Beth Gunther.

I was just leaving you a note.

- I was your father's dealer.
- I beg your pardon?

Sorry. I sold his paintings.

As far as I knew, my father stopped
painting after he lost his job at UNC.

I didn't realize he was still working
until he...

I'm sorry for your loss.
Conrad was renting a studio on Bushwick.

Given his history,
he needed me to cosign the lease.

The landlord touched base with me
a while back.

He was cleaning the place out
and he found three finished canvases.

They pass onto you, of course.

I'm having a show next week.
I could sell them if you want.

But, really,
I thought you might want them.

You don't have to tell me now.

Thank you for stopping by, but...
you can sell the paintings.

Are you sure?

If my father wanted me to know about
his art, then he would have told me.

In case you change your mind.

Wake up.

Oh, Ike.

Not my name. Come on, Agent Harris
wants you in Riverside Park.

I got a question for you.

How do you and Mike
decide who comes over here?

Do you play rock, paper, scissors?

Get up. Let's move.

REBECCA: I got in this morning
and I saw the NYPD had put out a BOLO

for a name that sounded familiar.

Earlier this morning, a man named
Paul Wilkerman was running in the park

when someone stabbed him to death.

- Paul Wilkerman?
- Chairman and CEO of Claxion.

NYPD found prints at the scene. They're
pretty sure they belong to the killer.

- They match a man named Arthur Maciel.
- What?

They arrested him an hour ago and
a detective said he's asking for you.

I don't know what Arthur was so upset
about when he came to see you yesterday,

but this morning
it looks like he murdered Wilkerman.

I didn't do this.
You have to believe me.

They found your fingerprints
on Paul Wilkerman's corpse.

They can fake those. I'm being setup.

This whole thing, it's a trap
designed by someone very, very clever.

Lay out the steps.
Steal the mouse to give me motive.

Get rid of Paul
and then put my fingerprints there.

Please. I don't have any money
to hire an expensive attorney.

The one they sent over,
she already told me to take a plea.

I don't know, Arthur.
Maybe you should listen to her.

I've spent the last 25 years of my life

working without... without credit
or even that much money.

The only goal I had...
was to help people.

If you wanna know
who killed Paul Wilkerman...

...find the mouse.

Find Tithonus.

- Hey.
- Yeah.

What if Arthur Maciel is innocent?

Do you have reason to believe
he's innocent?

He came to the FBI looking for help.

Then he killed the guy
less than 24 hours later?

It's just weird. And plus
he doesn't seem like a murderer to me.

Well, in that case,
I guess I would have to tell you

that the murder of Paul Wilkerman
is an NYPD investigation

and the FBI shouldn't have an opinion
one way or the other.

OK. Good talk.

However, last night,
our translators figured out

that Mao Zhang has been corresponding

with a high-level Chinese operative
named Lin.

Now, there's a Kevin Lin who grew up
one town away from Zhang.

He has a degree
in aerospace engineering,

he served in the Chinese military
and he moved to New York six years ago.

So you think he's Zhang's handler?

He could be.
Boyle and I are gonna be all over it.

But the Bureau thinks
there's the off chance

that Kevin Lin isn't the Lin
we're looking for.

They want you to comb through
all of the Lins in the tri-state area.

- How many Lins are there?
- A little under 40,000.

Now, you can do that or...
I have contacts at NYPD.

I could have them send over whatever
they have on Paul Wilkerman's murder.

Seriously? You're telling me
to blow off the work the FBI gave me?

I'm telling you to prioritize.
On one hand, 40,000 people named Lin.

On the other, someone
who's been accused

of a murder
you think he didn't commit.

OK.

I ignored the files on Mao
for a couple of hours

and decided to look at the NYPD stuff.

Arthur's fingerprints were all over
the scene o! Paul Wilkerman's murder,

but someone else's DNA was there too.

Paul scratched his attacker.

There was dried blood under
his fingernails, and it wasn't Arthur's.

And it didn't match anyone from
the ViCAP database, whatever that is.

That scrap of paper from Paul's wallet,
there's blue ink under there.

Why'd he cross it out?

Username: wilkermanp
and a bunch of numbers.

Password: sandcastle92,
with two @ signs.

Why did Wilkerman have an email account
he didn't want anyone to know about?

So, you know about
Paul Wilkerman already.

He's very accomplished, very rich.

If you're looking for people who might have
killed him, the natural place to start

is with the people who stood to inherit
all that money, right?

Well, that turned out to be
a total bust, because six months ago,

Paul Wilkerman wrote an op-ed

saying he no longer believes
in the concept of inherited wealth.

He pledged his entire fortune to five
different charities. So that's a no-go.

But Paul Wilkerman kept the details

of a non-Claxion email account
in his wallet.

I checked the username and password
against common domain names.

Soon enough I was in.

Wilkerman used that account to write
back and forth with Alan Carverion.

He's the executive director of research
at Claxion.

He used a non-work account
to communicate with his own executive?

Mm-hm. Weird, right?

And after Arthur posted
his big breakthrough online,

Paul Wilkerman and Alan Carverion sent
27 emails back and forth to each other.

Wilkerman wanted to know why his head
of research was so far behind Arthur.

So, you think this guy Carverion
stole the mouse,

killed Wilkerman and then framed Arthur?

Congratulations.
You've got yourself a suspect.

- What are you gonna do about it?
- I don't know.

Um, Mike and Ike supervise me
while I'm on NZT.

That sounds really daunting.

You're telling me to ditch these guys.
What is with you?

If Maciel's innocent, I don't wanna
see him going away for murder.

As long as you're here when I need you
and you're not hurting anyone,

I've got your back.

Thanks.
One quick question before you go.

Who is Beth Gunther?

- Your dad made that?
- I helped him mix the paint.

I think it's my favorite thing
he ever did.

Wow. He was really good.

Yeah, he always was.

Even after he started shooting up
in our bathroom every morning.

I hate what he did, and I hate
that he died because of it,

but what happened to him
is not gonna define me.

- But you kept that business card.
- I did.

I think my father was taking NZT
before he got killed,

so if he was finally painting again,
that's why.

And I shouldn't care.

Did you ever tell the people here
that he was using NZT?

Based on what?
That he had a glimmer in his eyes?

I don't know.

If my dad was gone and I learned there
was something out there he had made,

I don't think I could ignore it.

BRIAN: So, I! Alan Carverton
killed Paul Wilkerman,

that means he has Arthur's mouse,

which means it's in the labs at Claxion,

and if Fm gonna get in there,
I've gotta ditch Mike and Ike.

MAN: Mike, [our years defensive line
at Illinois.

Possible special forces-type
killing machine. Real name: unknown.

Ike, two tours of duty in Afghanistan.
Good with knives, maybe.

Real name: heard it once,
don't remember.

[WHISTLES] Sorry to interrupt.
Have you gone maybe a little nuts?

Naz is leaving her office right now,
as we speak. The clock is running.

You do not have enough room on
your to-do list to help Arthur Maciel.

There are still two days left.

And, besides,
Rebecca just, you know, confided in me.

I can't steal files
from her boss's office right now.

So it'll be easier
to betray her later, then?

I don't...
I'll figure something out, OK?

Now are you gonna help
or sit there and be annoying?

Look, if you just wanna get past
Mike and Ike, it's not that hard.

Just leave your phone behind
when you get in the elevator.

Shoot! Forgot my phone.

Take the stairs and you're out.

Get your hands on a Claxion ID
and you're in.

I'm selling Girl Scout cookies
for my niece.

Trying to raise money to buy a pony.

- We don't eat, OK?
- Put you down for a couple of boxes?

[WHISTLES] Lost and found.

OK, so Tithonus,
the maybe immortal mouse...

...he's brindle, so he should stand out.

He's not here.

- Hey.
- What are you doing in here?

Bruce from upstairs wanted to make sure

we didn't leave the aerosol nebulizer on
in the induction chamber.

[ALARM BLARES]

Oh, not cool!

WOMAN". Security has been breached.

Take necessary steps to secure
priority data, labs and materials.

Attention: security has been breached.

BOYLE: Ah, that's it.
That's the dead drop.

If Kevin Lin is really Mao's contact
in the Chinese government,

he's gonna be along sooner or later.

- Then we can arrest them both.
- [PHONE RINGS]

- Hey.
- I'm inside Claxion right now.

I don't think Alan Carverion
killed his boss.

- He doesn't have the mouse, anyway.
- OK.

Uh, there's a tittie bit
of a security situation.

Apparently they're very paranoid
about industrial espionage here.

- They got the building on lockdown.
- You set off an alarm?

I didn't set off the alarm. The research
assistant who didn't like me did.

You're on NZT. Are you telling me
you can't get out of an office building?

Well, I just freed all their lab mice,

so they're all busy chasing
their research around the building.

But, um, yeah,
they've covered all the exits.

There's no way out of here right now.
Unless...

We have two SWAT teams
covering here?

Yeah. Why?

Get this one.

Rebecca Harris, FBI.

Claxion think whoever's in the building
is after government research.

I'm in the building, dumb-ass.

BRIAN: Thumbs up.

Laundry room. Be right there.

Brian?

If anyone stops us on the way out,
you're my cyber consultant.

And when I said I would have your back,
I didn't mean breaking and entering.

Next time, don't set off the alarm.

BRIAN: So, she saved my ass
and walked me out o! that building.

And how am I gonna repay her'! Not just
your garden-variety betrayal. No.

High treason for me.

I mean, it doesn't have to be that way.

You definitely have to lie to someone,
but you can choose who that is.

And I'm not sure why you'd pick the one
person who's looking out for you.

He was right. Or! was right. Whatever.

Sands doesn't know
what's in the FBI files on NZT,

so how would he know
I! he's getting the real files?

I didn't take NZT
until 10:30 that morning,

so I had some time to work with.

I made up a fake history of NZT in the
FBI based on speculation and guesswork.

Was it convincing? I think so.

I hope so.

WOMAN: You weren't followed?

I don't think so.

- I was expecting Sands.
- You have something for us?

Look, I don't know if this is everything
the FBI knows about NZT,

but this is what my boss had
in her office.

We'll be in touch.

Hey. What's going on in there?

Kevin Lin came by the dead drop in
Central Park this morning. That was him.

And Zhang tried to flee,
but we picked him up at the airport

- He's on his way in now.
- Amazing. Well done.

Hey, I think I have something
on your thing with the mouse.

- Yeah.
- You gave me that list of charities.

The ones that Paul Wilkerman
was gonna leave his money to.

One of them was
the International Relief Fund.

- Yeah, that's right.
- They were in the paper this morning.

Paul Wilkerman pledged to give them
one fifth of his fortune,

but they're learning that the changes
in his will were never executed.

So they're out
hundreds of millions of dollars.

Hundreds of millions of dollars
that now go to Wilkerman's kids.

The heirs have motive. You're welcome.

Just another shift
at the genius factory, boys.

I ignored my research assignment

and spent the morning
looking into Paul Wilkerman's heirs.

He had six kids by three women.

None o! them seemed too well adjusted.
Not really a pretty picture.

Of course, if one of them
was willing to kill their dad

to get their hands on his money,

they had to be positive
he hadn't changed his will yet.

There's only one person
who would have known that for sure.

Wilkerman's probate attorney,
Raymond Dell.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hey, Mom.

- Dad, what happened?
- I'm fine. I'm fine. I ju...

It's OK. Don't worry.

Yeah, you're not OK.
You got admitted to the hospital.

It's nothing that can't be treated.

Don't look at me like that.
I have a virus.

Honey, could you give me that?

Right, it's called a cytomegalovirus.

Cytomegalovirus? What is that?

It's something that happens
to some transplant patients.

The drugs I'm taking
suppress my immune system.

- It's just a fever, that's all.
- That is not what the doctor said.

OK, they said that it could go
into my organs.

They're gonna watch me for a couple
of days. It's just like a flu, Brian.

- Yeah, except sometimes it's not.
- That's not gonna be me.

It's what happens
to transplant patients.

We get sick.

We get sick.

[WOMAN OVER TANNOY] IV tech
to Feds. Available IV tech to Feds.

Sorry to hear about your dad.
CMV. That can be a nasty diagnosis.

What are you doing here?

I've gotta give you credit.
You did a decent job on those files.

I've been handed
loads of bollocks in my day.

Yours is truly a cut above.

I want the real files, Brian,
and I want them tomorrow.

That nurse, you said she was gonna
take care of my dad, not make him sick.

Don't blame Sipiwe, mate.
Forget her, anyway. She's gone.

Sipiwe didn't do anything.
I didn't do anything. You did.

All you said was you weren't gonna
give me another one of those shots.

One of several possibilities.

You did this, Brian, and for the moment
you have the power to undo it.

If you give me what I ask for,
I expect your dad'll be fine.

If you don't, well,
who knows how these things turn out?

BRIAN: I tried to be loyal to the FBI
and now my dad's in the hospital.

I'm making those fingerprint molds
and I am getting into that safe.

Everything good with your dad?

Uh, he's stable, so he should be OK.

Good. Mao Zhang just agreed
to make a statement.

Everyone's heading down there.
You should come.

- You helped make this happen.
- I'll be down in a couple of minutes.

NAZ: OK, Mr. Zhang,
whenever you're ready.

My name is Mao Zhang and I came to
this country as a believer in freedom.

I would even call myself a patriot.

How did I become a spy?
It wasn't a big decision I made.

It was more like a series
o! small decisions I didn't make.

I ran into Kevin Lin
at a conference in Berlin.

He shared Chinese technology with me.

It was only later
I realized it was bait.

I took money to share the plan
for a radar jamming system

they had access to anyway,

but they used that against me.

It snowballed quickly.

BRIAN: A few of the letters
are more worn down than others.

There's only one word
they combine to form.

Mercy.

ZHANG". By the time
I was committing real treason,

I didn't have a choice anymore.

I never considered myself a spy.

In fact,
I still believe I am a patriot...

...that the good work I did in my job

outweighs the damage
from the secret I sold.

You missed it.

- You all right today?
- Yeah.

Just distracted, you know.
Thinking about my dad.

Where'd you wind up
with the Arthur Maciel thing?

Arthur...

Would you be willing
to run an errand with me?

- Excuse me.
- BRIAN: Raymond Dell!

I recognize you from your pictures.
Paul Wilkerman's probate attorney.

The super said that you were out here
looking through my garbage.

Actually, it's not your garbage anymore,
not once you put it out here.

Can I ask why the FBI
is looking through my trash?

BRIAN: I'm sure you already know this.

Police found fingerprints
from a guy named Arthur Maciel

at the scene of your client's murder.

They arrested him, but, interestingly,

someone else's DNA was found
under Paul Wilkerman's fingernails.

Once we realized Wilkerman's kids
still stood to inherit the money,

we thought it came from one of them.

But the DNA
was from a different family line.

You are the only person in the world
who controlled

whether or not
Paul Wilkerman's will was changed

to reflect his new thoughts
on inherited wealth.

And if you did change it, that means
that each of his kids stood to lose...

- How much again?
- About a billion each.

Ah. This is yours.

So you could change it,
like Paul Wilkerman wanted,

and his heirs get nothing.

Or you sit on it
and you put out some discreet feelers

to Wilkerman's less savory kids

and you offer not to file the papers
and you get rid of Daddy,

and, better yet, blame it
on Daddy's old rival Arthur Maciel.

All in exchange for...
what do you think, half?

- Sure.
- That's ridiculous.

Is it?

You chew your pens. I used to do this.

- Probably a good DNA sample here.
- Oh, yeah.

Of course, if it is your DNA
under Paul Wilkerman's fingernails,

we'll know soon enough,

which means you have a very short
amount of time to cooperate.

Start by telling us which of
Paul's heirs you were conspiring with.

And I wanna know what you did
with Arthur's mouse.

I do too.

- Oh, he's alive.
- Yeah, of course. Dell kept him safe.

Look, Arthur, if you're right

about what your gene therapy
did to that mouse,

could be worth a lot of money.

I am right.
You did an incredible thing today.

Not just for me. For everyone.

You don't believe me.

I don't know, Arthur.
All I see is a mouse.

Just wait.

You know, even if you're not sure,
you still did an incredible thing.

You got me out of prison.

Lowe you...

...everything.

Thank you.

BRIAN: Is he right? Am I a good person,
even alter what I did today?

On the other hand,
until I hand this disk off to Sands,

I can learn more about NZT.