Limitless (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 5 - Personality Crisis - 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,

and if I can figure out
where it comes from,

maybe I can figure out
what happened to him.

It's time to make yourself useful.

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

FBI's playing catch-up.

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

Your dad made that?

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

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

BRIAN: I! my dad was gone

and I learned there was something
out there he had made,



I don't think I could ignore it.

BRIAN: Right. Last night.

Hey, buddy,
now, don't take this the wrong way,

but I made you an instructional video.

Now, I know you remember most
of this stuff. You are me, after all.

But you're me without NZT,
and, let's be honest,

some stuff gets lost in translation.

So, Rebecca's awesome. I know this,
you know this, we know this.

And you just learned the FBI
has a file on her dad,

which shows he was using NZT
before he died.

Do you wanna tel! her'! Of course you do.

Mr. Happy Nice Guy.
You want what's best for everyone.

But here's the thing,
and I wanna be very clear about this

so that you can remember it
even without NZT.

You stole those files at the behest
o! Senator Edward Morra's minion,

I guess you'd cal! him.

Stealing them is treason.

They put 98099--...

[BUZZER, GATE CLANGS]

...in supermax prison for it.

You have to be very, very careful.

Let's just say you do tel! her.

"Hey, Rebecca,
it just seems fair that we talk

since we're such good friends
and stuff."

And then she wants to know
how you know.

She doesn't believe your excuse,
and you wind up...

- [BUZZER, GATE CLANGS]
- ...in supermax prison.

Don't believe she'll turn you in? Fine.

"Hey, Rebecca, I know
you won't do anything compromising

with the information I just handed you

because we're such good friends
and stuff."

But then she gets so mad
that she confronts her boss,

and you wind up in, you guessed it...

- [BUZZER, GATE CLANGS]
- ...supermax prison.

You know what happens
in supermax prison?

Probably not death by giant boot.

Of course, if Mr. Sands finds out

that you told your FBI BFF
about the secret mission he gave you,

you will be praying for death
by giant boot.

[I MR. SANDMAN]

Look, you're in the middle
of a very dangerous situation

with a number of potentially awful
outcomes, but we can get through it.

I can get us through it.
But only if you listen.

You can't be
Mr. Happy Nice Guy anymore.

You gotta be Badass Brian.
Badass Brian keeps his secrets private.

Badass Brian looks out for himself,

and most importantly,
when all this is over,

Badass Brian gets to walk away
free and alive.

- IKE: Something wrong?
- No. All good. Bottoms up.

BRIAN: So I sat there waiting for the
pill to kick in and I started to wonder.

Pill Brian is leaving instructions
for me now?

It sounded like he thought
he was talking to a different person,

and I don't like that.

And should I even listen to him?

Rebecca deserves to know the truth
about her lather.

But when the pill kicked in,
I did start to see all the angles,

and he had some good points.

REBECCA: Brian?

Brian? Brian?

We've been talking to you for like 30
seconds and you're nodding your head,

but it doesn't really feel like
you're listening.

I'm sorry.
I was thinking about something else.

- OK, we'll repeat ourselves.
- No need.

I mean, I wasn't paying attention in the
moment, but, you know, perfect recall.

The CJC is working with Narcotics

to augment an investigation
into a ring of meth labs, but...

Most of the labs are upstate,

but we got a tip that there's one
in an LES housing project.

We're headed there
with SWAT and Narcotics,

but you're coming along
to work the Thunderbolt Bravo.

We're going to the Lower East Side,
looking for a meth lab.

And I'm operating the Thunderbolt Bravo?
What's that?

That's it? It just tracks cellphones?

This is state-of-the-art surveillance,
with horizontal and vertical mapping.

We can ping any cellphone around here
on or off.

Cool. Well, you obviously vibe
with the machine.

You know how it works.
What am I doing here?

We don't know which number
we're looking for.

The informant said the lab is
in that building. There are 400 units.

That could be over 1,000 cells. Sifting
through data quickly is your thing.

We wanna know
if one of those numbers stands out.

- You said the other labs are upstate?
- Yes.

OK...

Well, there are three cellphones from
area code 315 in there. That's Utica.

How'd you do that? The numbers
haven't even finished aggregating.

There's a 928 area code also.
Arizona. More precisely, that's Yuma.

One informant used to travel up there
when he worked for these dealers.

So if that number crosses
with a Utica number, then odds are...

House eight, unit 3-R.

Wait, wait, wait! I just sit here?

We don't know
exactly what to expect in there,

but SWAT has point at all times,
all right?

Let's go.

Do you have to pay for these cranberry
juices or does the FBI buy them for you?

You may wanna go easy on that.

Bladder management's
kind of a big thing in surveillance.

Ha! Well, staying hydrated
is kind of a big thing in life.

Plus I have impeccable control
over my bodily functions.

- All right, I gotta go.
- Don't go in the building.

Trip wire!

All clear! Go, go!

OK, then, let's go!

- Someone must have tipped 'em off.
- They couldn't have gotten far.

Sweep the building! We need people
in the stairwells and the streets. Now!

Let's move it!

- Come on!
- Move!

- Don't move?
- Get out of my way.

Listen, I'm with the FBI.

If you're mixed up in the meth thing,
it's better not to run, I promise.

- Where's your gun?
- Listen to me. Do not run away, man.

Then you're a fugitive
and things will end really bad for you.

- Look, I didn't do anything wrong.
- That's great.

More reason to stay here.
Look, I can help you.

- Move.
- Uh, uh, uh.

Look, if you're trying to stop me
and you don't have a gun,

you better know how to fight.

Well, I do have perfect recall.

Skip!

Get the restraints on him. We need
to search the rest of the building.

I don't get it. I've seen
Enter the Dragon like 15 times.

Yeah, well, at least I slowed him down
for you guys. You're welcome.

Not sure he could hear me
through the ringing in his ears,

but he's gonna be OK.

- And you?
- I'm fine.

A little pissed off
at Bruce Lee right now, but I'm good.

NAZ: Next time maybe you should monitor
your cranberry juice consumption.

That said, we can't have you running out
of the building without proper training,

so I'm gonna have you run
a SWAT self-defense course.

Rooks, you can get him
up to speed on that.

And what about the kid we brought in
from the Lower East Side?

His name is Christopher Garper.
He's 20. No priors.

He claims that he never went
into the apartment,

he just followed his brother
into the building,

and security footage confirms his story.

BOYLE: That's Chris Garper's brother,
Sam, with Norris Allen,

the occupant of the unit we raided,
about 20 minutes before we got there.

Their guests from Yuma and Utica

arrive a couple of minutes
after Garper and Allen.

And last of all, Chris Garper.

REBECCA: The occupant, Norris Allen,
I looked into his criminal records.

Yeah, he did time for arson

and he joined up with the Sons of Nathan
Bedford Forrest when he was in jail.

He was also thrown into solitary
for rigging up a bomb

with stuff he stole from a janitor.

The Sons of Nathan Bedford Forrest
call themselves a militia.

- These are not drug dealers.
- We don't think this is a drug deal.

Chemicals used to synthesize meth
can also be used to make explosives.

They're planning on something
in New York.

They refer to our city as Sodom
on their chat boards, so yeah.

I'm looping in the Counterterror SAC
so we can check any recent chatter.

What does the kid in custody say?
Does he say anything?

- So far nothing. He won't talk to us.
- He won't talk to me or Boyle.

There's only one person he asked to see.

- Face OK?
- Pretty much.

- Thrown that punch a few times, huh?
- Just when I need to.

So Why'd you ask to see me?

To apologize. Sorry.

What, you think that's gonna get you
off the hook?

I don't know. I thought you seemed cool.
I guess I was wrong.

Look, I told them,
I only ran because I freaked out.

I got nothing to do with this.

Well, that's what I'm here
to figure out.

If I don't wanna do a bunch of time,
I have to tell 'em all about my brother.

- What are you gonna do?
- I don't even know what I can tell you.

I have no idea where Sam is.
But I know that he's not a terrorist.

He goes on websites,
pops off about the government.

That's all just noise.

Well, you followed him
into that building for a reason, Chris.

- You must think he's up to something.
- Sam wouldn't kill people.

All right? He's a good person.

He's been watching out for me
since I was 16.

What about your parents?

If I talk to you, I want you to help him

the same way
you guys said you'd help me.

Only I don't think that I know anything
that's gonna help you.

You might know more
than you think you do.

Tell me about him.

What, just like talk?

I mean, he's Sam, you know?

Everybody thinks he's this big, tough...

BRIAN: Did I believe Sam was innocent?
Well, I believed Chris believed it.

They were brothers.
They did brother stuff.

I got two older brothers.

Youngest brother growing up in a big
family, it's not a good spot to be.

I could relate, to a point.

- Especially after my mother passed.
- What happened?

Chris told me how he and Sam
lost their mom to cancer

and how her death
drove their dad to drink.

- CHRIS: My brother took it the hardest.
- Which led to them losing him too.

CHRIS: It was bad.

BRIAN: By the time we were done,
I was an expert in Sam Garper.

[TYPES RAPIDLY]

Hey, so the guy...
whose apartment we raided, Norris Allen,

we've got his picture out to everyone
who carries a badge in the city.

Counterterror has someone undercover
with ties to the group Sons of Nathan,

so we'll see what they can pick up
about the plan.

- Amazing.
- You've been up to something.

Yeah, I talked to Chris Garper about
his brother for like three hours today.

I got everything Sam was into,
from Aquaman to Zeppelin.

- Well, it's pretty.
- Thank you.

Chris also told me that he knows
his brother has an email account

he keeps secret from Chris.

He saw Sam closing out of it
in a hurry a few different times.

If Sam is communicating
with a hate group,

stands to reason
he's using the secret account.

I figure the username and password
is... some combination of this

atone of the major free email sites.

REBECCA: That's quite a few
possible email accounts.

BRIAN: Just north of 20,000 so far.

But I'm running out of NZT,
so I'm outsourcing the rest to Cyber,

and they'll run possibilities all night.

Phew!

Oh, hey, you had mentioned
you stopped by that gallery

to see your dad's paintings
the other night?

Yeah.

So, seeing all that work
you didn't know he did,

that's gotta give you
a real sense of... closure?

Um...

Actually, it made me curious.

I don't know why, but I always assumed
that he'd only used NZT

the one time
that he came to see me, but...

...I saw these paintings
and... they're incredible.

They moved me. I...

There was a part of me
that was thinking I'd be OK

never knowing what happened to him.

But now I don't know if I ever will be.

So...

- Good night.
- Yeah.

BRIAN: OK, so we went ahead
and asked Rebecca about her dad.

The intentions were good. I wanted you
to know that she had moved on.

The outcome? Not so good.

So, since you're not on NZT
and you're therefore subject

to all kinds of unruly,
emotionally driven altruism,

I thought a pie chart might help.

Now, I do recognize that this leaves out
the possibility o! a supermax prison,

but, for purposes o! this chart,
supermax equals death.

[IKE CLEARS THROAT]

[SIGHS] Don't you guys ever knock?

I'm supposed to take you to training.

I can be really annoying
when I'm on NZT.

We've noticed.

You know that cool kid
in junior high school

who somehow had
like three black belts already?

No, not me. Him. Pretty sure
that kid grew up to be Casey Rooks.

And if anyone can make me a badass,
it's him.

- Don't get into a fight.
- OK.

If you do get into a fight,
take it to the ground,

get on top of the guy,
isolate one of his limbs

and make it bend the wrong way
until he doesn't wanna fight anymore.

OK.

Either that or... you can choke him out
till he falls asleep.

Wow. OK.

What I just told you takes about
10 years to learn how to do well.

But if you know even a little,

you'll be able to take care of yourself,
all right?

Come on, now.

He explained that the human body
is a series of strong and weak points.

You can go after an elbow,
a knee, an ankle.

And it all made sense, in theory anyway.

And if Bruce Lee taught me anything,

it's that t needed
to unlearn everything.

What better time than on NZT?

If I can control which way you're
looking, I control your whole body.

- CASEY: Right?
- BRIAN: Yeah.

- Can you move?
- No.

- Right.
- Guys? I need Brian.

Harris, you haven't been
out on the mats in a while.

Hey, you came here with no ego.
You did a good job.

- Run this two mornings a week.
- All right.

How'd that go?
Learn anything you didn't expect to?

That that guy is way cooler than me.

You know, the email handles that
you gave Cyber, well, they ran them,

and they found one account
that was totally empty

except for a drafts folder.

That's where we found these.

Huh. So what do a cat, a spaceship and
Jack Black have to do with terrorism?

That's Paul Revere.

And terrorist groups have been known
to encrypt information into data files.

It's basic steganography.

We think Sam Garper is sharing
his account with another user,

presumably Norris Allen,

and they're using the drafts folder
to avoid a trail.

Allen's address, where the raid was.

- 300 Cortlandt Street?
- Exactly.

November 20th, that's two days from now.

- 1214 Monroe Street, Queens?
- It's a hospital.

I'll tell security to keep an eye out
for anything suspicious,

but it's been quiet.

Can we check if any patients
matching these descriptions

have been admitted in the last 48 hours?

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

- You think this is the target?
- Maybe.

Can't assume anything.

What are you looking for?

Can we get a list of everyone
who has access to this storeroom?

Sure. We do change the combination
weekly, per federal regulations.

Is it 827351235?

It's written on the doorjamb.

If I had to memorize a nine-digit code,
I'd cheat too.

- Do you mind?
- Please.

The chemicals used in cancer treatment
can transform a bomb into RDD,

which is exactly why rooms like this
have to be secured.

Is there an issue?

The seal is broken. It's empty.

- BRIAN: RDD?
- Radiological dispersion device.

Looks like Sam Garper's building
a dirty bomb.

The hospital's security footage

puts Sam Garper
in the radiology wing 36 hours ago.

According to Sacred Heart, they're
missing five units of iridium-192.

BOYLE: Combine that with
the explosive chems they've already got,

we're looking at a sizeable
contamination zone.

BRIAN: The worst part of this job
is learning about things

you never knew
you needed to worry about,

for instance,
weapons of mass disruption.

Sounds like a really bad band name.
It's what my bosses call RDDs.

Now, we all know radiation is bad,

but with an RDD, the poisoning
is almost besides the point.

The point is the panic.

People flood the hospitals,

transportation shuts down,
businesses close.

By the time the blast site
is decontaminated,

the city's economy is destroyed.

The whole infrastructure falls apart.

- NAZ: Are you listening to me, Brian?
- [MOUTHS]

- NAZ: Brian.
- No, sorry. Uh, what's up?

- I want you to go talk to Chris Garper.
- He must be upset about his brother.

You mean that he's a possible terrorist?
He doesn't know yet.

- You want me to tell him.
- I'll go with you.

No, no, no, no, no. You can observe.
Finch has already won the kid's trust.

If there's anything Chris Garper
hasn't told us,

there's a better chance he'll crack
if you're alone.

I'm not gonna try to crack him. Look,
the kid is already gonna be so crushed.

Sam's the kid I care about,
the one with the bomb.

Go.

That's your brother.

He's stealing radioactive chemicals.

Now, I know you thought
he was someone different,

but your brother's planning
to kill people, a lot of 'em.

No. This is him pushing a trash can.
This doesn't tell me anything.

You remember Sam's email address
that you told us about?

These are some of the messages
that were in his drafts folder,

and they show how that group
slowly recruited him into doing this.

But he is doing this.

I'm sorry to put it this way,
but it's a terrorist attack.

Read the emails, Chris.

You thought Sam was a different
kind of guy when we started talking,

so... maybe there's something
you didn't tell me.

Maybe you know a way
to stop this from happening.

I don't even know my own brother, man.

What do you want me to tell you?

Look, if there's nothing,
there's nothing. Chris, I believe you.

Whatever they're planning, we think
it's happening in about two days,

so if you do remember something
and you wanna talk, I'll be here.

- Brian...
- Look...

What does Naz want me to do,
torture him? He doesn't know anything.

I know. I was watching.
I'm checking on you.

Well, I just told that guy that his
brother is an aspiring mass murderer.

- Practically heard his heart snap.
- I saw. Chris knows the truth now.

It may be hard to take,
but it's better to know, right?

Hey, Rebecca.

Never mind.

See you tomorrow.

So, Pill Brian doesn't want me to tell
Rebecca the truth about the NZT file?

Fine. He never said
I can't dig into it on my own.

[FRONT DOOR CLOSES]

[GLASS CLINKS]

You better not have broken
into my place again.

Um, you gave me a key, remember?

Who'd you think I was?
You get a lot of men breaking in here?

Don't worry about it.

- I got the good stuff.
- I gotta be ready to go in.

In case something breaks
on the Sam Garper case.

How did training go today?

First time. Your guy did fine.

He didn't ask about you and me, did he?

Why would he? We were grappling.

I don't know. He's sharp.

I wouldn't want him to figure out
that we're dating.

What's the deal with this kid?

He, um...

We both knew there'd be stuff
we couldn't talk about,

so let's just leave it at that.

I'm happy to leave work at the door,

but what do you want me to say
if Finch asks about us?

Well, we have to dodge it.
We haven't signed the HR forms yet.

Right, because this isn't
at the HR form stage yet.

Can we stop talking
about human resources now?

Yeah, done.

SANDS: Quick question.

Why is there a clay effigy of me
on your coffee table?

You? That's Charles Barkley.

I told you to get some good Scotch.

Yeah, well, that was
the most expensive bottle they had.

You can't get your single malt
at the bodega.

That phone number I gave you,
it's for emergencies.

You and Edward Morra,

you guys know a lot more about NZT
than the FBI does, right?

So those files I stole for you,

there's something in there
that I wanna learn more about.

The woman I work with at the FBI
is Rebecca Harris.

They have a file on her father.

And he was using NZT
and then he got murdered.

You haven't said anything to her,
have you?

No, of course not, but if I can find out
what happened to him,

maybe there's a way I can let her know
without telling her what's in the files.

Look, if you know anything,
just tell me.

What do you care?

About Rebecca Harris's dad?
I don't. And neither should you.

- Is this woman a distraction for you?
- What? No.

Are we going to have to arrange for you
to work with someone different?

No, it's not like that.
I haven't talked to her about anything.

Even so, we can't have
some misguided loyalty

distracting you
from the real reason you're at the FBI.

It's not. We're fine.
Rebecca and I are fine.

Forget I said anything.

Mr. Morra and I
don't keep track of every junkie

who manages to get his hands on NZT.

I never heard of Conrad Harris
until you put that file in my hand.

Use that number sparingly, yeah?

How's your dad, by the way?

He get out the hospital OK?

BRIAN: Maybe I was right.
I mean, maybe Pill Brian was right.

We were right? Whatever.

I tried to help Rebecca
and instead I almost got us split up.

No more Mr. Happy Nice Guy.
I have to be Badass Brian.

Badass Brian keeps his secrets private.

Badass Brian looks out for himself.

And when all this is over, Badass Brian
gets out of this free and alive.

Chris, what are you doing here?

I gotta talk to you, man.
About an hour ago he called me.

Sam called me.
I think I know where he is.

Sam had this bag stashed at our place.

He wanted me to grab it
and then wait for his call.

He said he's got money in it
and whatever the hell that stuff is.

I read about that thing
that he's building,

and it says that the people
who put it together and who set it off,

that they get worse poison than anybody.

I mean, he's gonna die.

Sam's gonna kill a bunch of people
and he's gonna die.

What happened to my brother?
Why's he doing this?

I don't know, Chris.

I think usually
people that join groups like that,

they're looking
for some kind of purpose.

- I sort of feel like I did this to him.
- What do you mean?

Sam dropped out so I could go to school.

And I got the diploma and he got what?

Look, I know you already know this,
but whatever Sam did for you,

it doesn't make what he's doing now OK.

You understand, I take that call,
let you guys follow me,

I'm turning in my brother.

You got brothers.
How would that make you feel?

I can't even imagine.

Look, I need to know
what you can do for Sam.

He's done bad things.
He's gotta go to jail.

But he's not a terrorist yet.

Is there like a program
that you can get him in?

Maybe he can get his diploma
while he does time?

I don't think so, but I'll check.

NAZ: What exactly does he expect from us?

I don't know, but I do know that we're
asking him to turn in his own brother.

So there has to be
something we can give.

Do you know what's in that backpack
that Sam Garper wants?

Beryllium powder.

He needs it
to finish the bomb he's building

that will render
some chunk of this city uninhabitable.

People will die, others will get sick,

and it will all be to advance the cause
of hate and nihilism.

There are no reform schools for people
planning what Sam Garper is planning.

There's no second chance for people
who rig trip wires to kill my agents.

I don't know
how Chris will react to that.

Well, we can't give him the chance
to react to it.

So you want me to lie to him.

He has to get to that meeting
with his brother,

and I want you to think about
what will happen if he doesn't.

You can think of it as a math problem
if you have to.

However you get there,

you have to tell Chris Garper
what he needs to hear.

OK, if I have to do this,
I want my pill first.

I'm better at crunching numbers
when I'm on NZT.

To the benefits of being a badass.

Hey, bud.

So what'd you find out?
Can you help Sam?

As a matter of fact, we can help Sam.

BRIAN: Did I pull it off?
Yeah, I'm afraid so.

I made federal prison
sound like a California vacation.

[I JANE'S ADDICTION: SUPERHERO]

In my head, I made Mike and Ike
the prison guards.

You get the metaphor.

Anyway, they were all gonna have
so much fun,

and Sam wasn't just gonna get
a high school diploma,

he was being set up
for a life of success.

Did I lay it on a little thick? Maybe.

But whatever t had to say, whatever lies
I had to tell, they worked.

He believed me.

♪ >a' You have that effect on me

♪ >a' But I need you desperately...

Chris just got the call.

Sam wants him to pass the bag off
at East River Park, 4pm.

- Cool.
- You OK?

I've had to manipulate
informants before.

You wanna take a Silkvvood shower
when it's done, but it does get easier.

It gets easier
to manipulate your informants?

What about your consultants?

That's different. I think you know that.

Oh, yeah, I get it.
It's all in the game.

You never saw that show?

BRIAN: Chris wasn't
handing the bag of! until six,

so I went straight
into my training session with Casey.

But this time would be different.

Fm sure Casey wasn't expecting me
to get the upper hand that fast,

or even at all, but I knew he would try
after that, I mean really try.

He got me a bunch of times,
I got him a few times,

but it was pretty clear Pd know
what to do if I got in another fight.

OK, so, Why'd you hustle everybody?
I mean, you've obviously trained before.

No one learns that much technique
in a day.

I'm a quick study.

Our people aren't gonna move in
until you walk away from your brother.

We expect
everything's gonna be just fine,

but we want you clear of the arrest
for your own safety.

Try not to spend too much time
talking to Sam.

Just give him the bag and say goodbye.

All right.

Kid's there waiting.

AGENT: Tunnel is secured.

Good by the south pathway.

We got it surrounded.

You've got two people
coming from the tunnel.

CASEY: That's Sam Garper.
He's got his buddy with him.

- Norris Allen. What's he doing here?
- Two-for-one special's on.

- Sam.
- Hey, bud.

You look awful, man.

SAM". Looks like you found my bag.

Listen, kid, this is... this is all
gonna get straightened out, all right?

I'm gonna be back home, you know.

I don't know when it's gonna be, but...
we'll see each other again, all right?

- Why are you doing this, man?
- Doing what?

What is he doing?

Hey, I'm sorry.
This is gonna be a good thing.

He brought the cops.
Let's get the hell out of here.

Sam, don't run!

Don't run!

- Don 't! Stop!
- Move, move, move.

CHRIS: Sam! Hey!

- I'm going out.
- No, we're the eyes. We stay here.

AGENT: On the left. Go.

Who has eyes on Norris Allen?
Stay down.

- Good?
- Yeah.

What happened to Allen?

Don't move!

GUNSHOTS

We got Sam Garper in cuffs.

Norris Allen doubled back,
pulled a gun on Chris.

- Who fired?
- Boyle hit Allen with three shots.

- Thank God.
- Finch.

Allen did get a shot off.

Where's that ambulance? Let's go!

I'll call you if there's anything too.
Thank you.

We just got a call from Bellevue.

Chris Garper was in hydrostatic shock
when they loaded him into the ambulance.

They opened him up to operate, but...
there was too much hemorrhaging.

He didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

So I told him whatever he needed to hear
to get him to that meeting,

and... he got killed.

I understand how you're feeling.

It's awful.

His brother Sam is gonna be OK.

His radiation burns
were the worst of his injuries.

There's a bomb that won't go off
because of what we did today.

- You saved lives.
- Yeah. But not him.

There had to be a way to do both.

I just didn't think it through,
not even on NZT.

This is the worst part of what we do,
Brian, working a Cl.

It gets really complicated really fast.

We try to avoid it, but sometimes...

...what's best for the case,
what's best for the world,

turns out to be a very different thing
than what's best for the person.

Yeah, but that's how
we get through it.

I mean, we limit morality...
draw boundaries, compartmentalize,

like you and Casey.

What?

You say it gets easier
to manipulate people, to lie.

How can you have an honest relationship?

Sorry... How do you know
about me and Casey?

His cologne, it lingers on you.

Your reaction
when Naz suggested he train me.

The way he shows up at your desk
every morning.

OK, thank you, I get it.

OK, so when I said
it gets easier to lie, that was a lie.

But you find a way to live with it.

- Can I give you a lift?
- No, I could use the walk.

CASEY: Hey. You heading home?

Yeah. You?

Maybe. You doing OK?
Rough day out there.

Yeah. Our guy Finch is a wreck.

I'm sorry, I gotta ask.
What are you guys doing with him?

You remember
when you and me started training?

It took you at least two weeks
just to get a handle on the breathing.

- You said I was gifted.
- Yeah, you were.

Brian, he's already doing
joint locks and chokes

that I didn't learn
till my fifth year on the mat.

It's like he absorbed a decade's worth
of technique in a night.

So either he's hiding the fact
that he had training

or there's something else going on.

- He's a fast learner.
- That's what everyone keeps saying.

Yeah, he learned about us.

Oh. So I guess
we should sign that HR form.

No.

- [LIFT BELL RINGS]
- I trust him.

- Good night, Casey.
- Night, Rebecca.

If you're watching this,
that means you're me, me on the pill,

guy who's been telling me what to do.

[SIGHS]

And I know you remember all this,
but I'm gonna say it anyway.

Just because you remember everything
doesn't mean you know everything.

We are not omniscient, or today
would have gone very differently.

And if putting myself first means being
OK with what happened to Chris Garper,

then I'm not playing.

You tell me
I've gotta be ruthless to survive.

But if that means
killing the part of myself

that makes being alive worthwhile,

that is not
how I'm getting through this.

That isn't how we're getting
through this, so deal with it.

You don't have a choice, really,
because by the time I take my next pill,

the damage is already going to be done.

- You OK?
- I made a copy of this file.

I can't tell you exactly how I got it,

but I do think you should know
what's inside.

You deserve to know what's inside.

It's about your father, Rebecca.

Can I come in?

Yeah.