Limitless (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 7 - Brian Finch's Black Op - full transcript

MAN ON RADIO: You're listening to WNZ.

It's a beautiful day in New York today.

Temperatures expected to reach
the mid 60s.

62 in Greenpoint, 68 at the beaches.

- And now, back to...
- MIKE: Finch. Finch?

- Ike!
- IKE: What's wrong?

MIKE: It's Finch. Look at him.

IKE: Finch?

MIKE: He doesn't have a fever,

but he says his stomach hurts
and he's seeing spots.

What's the matter, Finch?



Ike, is that you?

I... I can't see that far.

Feel his hands. They're cold and clammy.

No way I'm feeling his hands.

We'll tell the office you're sick.
Look, if you need anything, call.

- OK?
' Ringy-dingy

[DOOR CLOSES]

They bought it.

[ROCK MUSIC]

Incredible.

A wildly substandard performance

and they never doubted it
for an instant.

[I SIGUE SIGUE SPUTNIK:
LOVE MISSILE F1-11]

How could I be expected to handle work
on a day like this?



To have a truly epic day off,
you're gonna want your own NZT.

Thanks to my friend in the Senate,
I've got five of my very own pills.

Of course, you have to keep them hidden,
and the key to a good hiding place

is finding a place
no one would want to look.

Something with the right combination
of skeletons and naked people

usually does the trick.

A lot of people will say
you should stash your pills

in a prescription bottle
you've already got,

but the government's thinking pills
already, and if they look in there,

you could wind up in prison.

That's worse than work.
Stick to your album covers.

Then if you wanna take one with you,
you just tuck it right in here.

Now, we used to call that
the condom pocket.

That's a little childish and stupid,
but, then again, so was high school.

Life goes by really fast.

If you don't stop to look around
sometimes, you could miss it.

It'd be a lot more fun
if Rebecca could come,

but I can't really tell her
that I got my own supply of NZT.

But, still, I could use the company.

I'm gonna have fun today.

I quote John Lennon, "A dream
you dream alone is only a dream."

"A dream you dream together is reality."

After all, he was the walrus.

I could be the walrus.

Wouldn't change the fact
that the FBI owns this place

and watches my every move.

[DOOR OPENS]

- [TASER BUZZES]
- Oh, that's not how it goes!

Hi. Dean Merrick.
Thanks for making the time to see me.

Please.

It's always nice to sit down
with some fellow travelers.

You said you were
with an intelligence agency?

We're not supposed to say the name,
but we all know the deal.

A certain agency with a certain
headquarters in Langley, Virginia.

Ah. And why have our friends in Virginia
asked to see the three of us?

- Came to talk to you about Brian Finch.
- What do you know about Brian Finch?

Unique asset. Well-fortified
with vitamins and minerals.

Guys, it's one big team.
We share information.

A few of us know about the pills,
a few of us know about Finch.

I never told the CIA about Brian Finch.

Look, this is a friendly visit.

We support what you're doing. In fact,
we wanna share in the benefits of it.

We're staging an operation next
few days. The details are... classified.

But it matters to the people who matter.
We wanna stack the deck for success.

We'd like to borrow your guy
for a spell.

Well, I wish you had led
with this request, Mr. Merrick.

You could have saved us all some time.

- No.
- I hear you, I do.

But let me assure you, he'll be kept
strictly out of harm's way.

We'll monitor his access to those pills,

and I should say this request
has been vetted from on high.

This department is responsible
for Brian Finch

and there is no way
lam releasing him.

Hey, I get it, I do. People on my side
go over my head all the time.

Nice to meet you.

Just so you know,
my people are very good at what they do.

You'll have your boy back
in no more than two days.

- You're not making a request.
- Where's Brian?

We sincerely appreciate
your cooperation.

Where the hell is Brian?

Finch.

Back to the land of the living.

Hey! Where am I?

You're a long way
from just about anywhere.

Sorry about the zzz.
I don't like to be theatrical.

But they said we couldn't tell you
where we're taking you.

- What do you want?
- We're not kidnapping you.

You're working with us.

Welcome to your first black op.

Let's get on the same page.
They wouldn't tell us much about you.

But we do understand that basically
you are a science experiment.

The government has you
on some next-level neuroenhancers

which makes you crazy good
at solving problems.

That sound about right?

- Hey, man. Cool apartment.
- That's our comm guy.

Our translator doesn't speak much,
but he's damn good at his job.

So what are you guys? The army?

We've been in armies.

- You got names?
- Yes.

But it's best that you don't have
that information.

If you end up testifying
against this thing,

trust me, lack of information
will be your best friend.

Did you say testifying?
What exactly are we doing out here?

You, Mr. Problem Solver,
are gonna help us zero in

on this nasty guy
that's hiding out in these woods.

Aleksey Basayev?

He joined some jihadi-inclined group
in Chechnya,

snuck into the States two weeks ago.

Couple of days ago
he slipped surveillance

and he's holed up somewhere out here.

If he gets by us,
he will kill people on US soil.

Feel free to carry a box
on your next trip.

No. No way, man. Look, you tased me.
You threw me in the back of a...

What is this, a rubber dinghy? How am I
supposed to believe any of this?

That's a fair question.

I've got a permission slip
from the Bureau.

I also have orders to bring you home OK.
I've also got two of these.

Now, your country needs you, help
keep it safe, Brian. What do you say?

Supposed to be my day off.

BRIAN: We were somewhere in Pennsylvania.

The Allegheny islands Wilderness.

I could tell that much from
the satellite pictures they gave me.

And there's nowhere to go.
I'm days from the edge of the woods.

The best way out of here
is to help them find this guy,

Aleksey Basayev.

Your basic action hero. Fought
for the Russians in the Chechen War.

He spent an entire winter
in the Caucasus Mountains.

As far as when he became a terrorist,
it didn't say.

He married a Chechen woman
after the war.

After that, everything was redacted.

Saw it so many times,
I couldn't help but get curious.

Don't worry about what Basayev did.
You need to worry about where he is.

I think I know that already.
Basayev is a survivalist.

He needs three things to stay alive:
food, water and shelter.

That's quite an insight.

Hmm. I looked
at every satellite photo we have.

I found 15 different places in these
woods that have easy access to a stream,

caves for shelter and wildlife to hunt.

Here... there's a herd of deer
that drink from that stream every day.

And here's a photo from yesterday.

- I see deer.
- How many deer?

There were seven deer in that herd.

The same group
drinks from that stream every day.

- But yesterday...
- One is missing.

It means Basayev is hunting.
12 klicks northeast of here.

Good job.

Damn, man, what's in those pills?

[SIGHS]

NAZ: No! No, no, no, that's not...

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Hey. You get anywhere
with your agency contacts?

- Mm-mm.
- I served with a guy in the Rangers.

He went CIA when we got back
from the Sandbox. I'll talk to him.

- [NAZ CONTINUES SHOUTING]
- She's pissed, huh?

Or she's putting on a good show.

Don't act like you have to go.
Son of a bitch.

Somebody put a signature down
authorizing this,

but no one will own up to it.

The deputy director hopes
he'll be back in three days.

- Brian's not a soldier.
- We're gonna find Brian.

Once that's done, I'm gonna figure out
who the hell authorized this

and either that person will no longer
work for the Bureau or I won't.

What, are you wondering
if I knew about this?

Rebecca, I would never send Brian
on a military mission.

Now, I hate to do what I'm gonna do.
They've left me no choice.

This is a file from the last time
we collaborated with the CIA.

- I'm circling six names.
- Names of whom?

You'll figure it out.

If I pass you this piece of paper,

we could both wind up
in front of a subcommittee.

BRIAN: This is supposed to be
the perfect day off,

and instead I've walked 12 miles.

I haven't spent this much time
in the woods since summer camp.

- [RETCHES]
- You ate these?

These are pokeweed, you idiot.

One of the older kids told me
they'd give me hallucinations.

They made me copy out a chapter
about poisonous plants by hand

while I satin the nurse's office.

Mercenaries or contractors
or whatever these guys were,

they're terrible company.

Hours together in the woods

and, even on NZT, I still don't know
anything useful about any of them.

They wouldn't tel! me their names,

so I gave them nicknames
to keep track o! them.

Guy in charge, he's Rooney obviously.

Nine times.

Nice guy, but people tell him
what to do... Cameron.

The one who never says anything,
that's Abe Froman,

Sausage King of Chicago.

t had blisters all over my feet
by the end of the day,

but something tells me that complaining
to these guys would be a bad idea.

That's his spot.

- How can you tell?
- Look at the deer.

- I don't see Basayev.
- He'll be back.

Waiting on him to fall asleep anyway.
Finch, come here.

How much happy do you have left
in your happy pill?

Not much. Couple of hours tops.

It's gonna get quiet when we prep.

When we move on that structure,
I want you to take it.

The FBI only gives me one a day.

Yeah, I'm sure the FBI has an extensive
list of rules and regulations.

I want you at your best.

Wanna see?

See, those pills, they told us you were
the only one who could take them safely.

Why is that?

They have side effects.

Yeah, you take a few of 'em
and they get really, really bad.

That doesn't happen to me...
for some reason.

- And the FBI wants to know why.
- Gotcha.

Then dumb grunts like me
can get souped up like you.

What's it like being that smart?

Understand you're talking to a guy
who couldn't get into OCS.

Dude, I got kicked out of five schools.

Yeah, my parents used to look at me
like I was some sort of clown.

I mean, it's complicated.

But those pills, they're amazing.

Ow! Why'd you kick me?

ROONEY: Shh!

We have an ex-Spetsnaz out there,
walking around. No chatter, got it?

Captain Crossfit!

- I gotta stop with the donuts.
- No!

- Mike Timms.
- Rebecca Harris.

- What can I do for you guys?
- We're in a tricky situation, Mike.

CIA hijacked one of our assets,
a kid named Brian Finch.

- We need to know what's going on.
- And you're asking me?

We do market research here.

Yeah, well,
as you and many of the other people

who carry badges around this city know,

this place is a data-mining station
for the CIA.

Kid is important to me.

We served together, Mike.
Anything you can tell us.

- Can't help you, brother.
- I'm sincerely sorry to hear that.

I have a list of six names,

clandestine CIA operatives
positioned all over the world,

and if I don't know where Brian is
in one hour, I'm gonna leak them.

You realize that's a serious crime...

Use that hour to get your men to safety,

and if you wanna talk crimes,
I'll see yours and I'll raise you.

The CIA has no mandate
to work on US soil.

One hour
or your guys are burned for good.

Boyle's contact told us
the CIA put three contractors

on active payroll last week.

They all flew into Pennsylvania,
and based on the time and locale,

it's reasonable to assume that this is
the team that Brian is working with.

John Kellerman is former Delta.

Kyle Hollinger was in the navy.
Failed his OCS test twice.

Washed out of SEAL training a few times.

- Then there's this guy.
- Miklos Petrov.

He was in the Polish army, but he was
discharged after some atrocity in Iraq.

After that he was a lead interrogator
at a CIA black site outside of Warsaw.

So this man is out there with Brian

on a mission
that has essentially no oversight.

My contact at the CIA
didn't know the details of this mission

but told me there was another member
of this black ops team

the past few times they headed out.

Carla Paz. She's a helicopter pilot,
ferries rich guys around Manhattan now.

Look, I don't care
how you get her talking.

Find out everything she knows
about that unit.

BRIAN: Nightfall means
I get another pill

and Rooney and his crew
make their move.

CAMERON: Contact with Basayev.

Target is on the move! He's in the open!

RODNEY". Moving in to check it out.

Man down! We got a man down!

[TASER BUZZES]

Zip-tie him.

I'm gonna check on my translator,
make sure he's alive.

[TRANSLATOR SPEAKS RUSSIAN]

Hey. You handled yourself well, kid.

Let me know if you ever get tired,
bored of your desk job.

So what happens now?
We just wait for a helicopter?

Soon.
We're gonna talk to him for a while.

Can't you just do that
when he's in jail?

No, tactically this is a much better
environment to get to the straight talk.

You did your thing, kid.
Brought down a really bad guy.

Now let us do our thing.

I still wanna know what this guy did.

They didn't seem to care too much
that I was around.

Fm guessing no one told them
that the FBI made me study Russian

while I was on NZT.

I had the basics down.

[TRANSLATOR SPEAKS RUSSIAN]

T didn't say t was fluent, but the more
they talked, the more dialed-in I got.

Huh? Maybe I'm missing something
in the translation.

No, they're gonna kill him.

So you know
that's definitely not a bluff, right?

They're not out hereto arrest that guy.

If they were, there would be all kinds
of helicopters and commando teams.

No, they're out hereto execute him.

Maybe they should. He's a terrorist.

I don't know what he did.

How about we all just assume
the CIA doesn't send three badasses

after the guy who's in charge
of the local rotary club.

Let me remind you,
Basayev's ass is on the line.

So is yours. This is a black op.

There is absolutely zero accountability
for anything that happens out here.

And if you get in the way,
Abe Froman might just chop you up

and spit on your grave
ten different times.

- That's a very good point.
- No, I agree. But come here.

Seriously, has anything good ever come
from listening to that guy?

I don't have to hear you to know what
you're saying. We're the same person.

All right! Would you both just shut up?
I'm thinking.

- REBECCA: Carla Paz?
- Feds?

FBI. Couple of questions.
Some people you might've worked with.

- It'll have to be quick. I got clients.
- Here's the quick version.

Merrick, Kellerman and Petrov.

- Drawing a blank.
- You sure?

Because the CIA has it in their heads
that you all worked together.

Chechnya, 2011.

Anything like that,
you know I can't talk about it.

Your team is active again.
Stateside this time.

They helped themselves
to someone who's important to the FBI.

Someone who's important to me.

I got no love for Dean Merrick,
so I'll just tell you this.

I don't know where they are, but
if that team's working together again,

it probably has to do
with Aleksey Basayev.

[STATIC]

He'!-

Sorry.

Uh, listen.

If I told you that the plan was to kill
Aleksey Basayev, would you be surprised?

How surprised? Scale of one to ten.

Did they tell you
that's what we're doing?

I'm a comms guy.

They tell me where to bring my stuff
and how many days I'm on contract.

- I like it that way.
- Cameron, we're in the United States.

- Did you just call me Cameron?
- Yeah, sorry, that's a nickname thing.

We can't just kill that guy, cut him up

and bury him
in a bunch of different holes.

- So file a case with the world court
- Listen to me. This is a scandal.

We help keep this guy alive,
we get him back to a jail,

it'll be good for both of us.

I'm the science experiment, man.
I know people in high places.

You wanna work a walkie-talkie
on black ops the rest of your life?

Cos I could talk to the navy,
could maybe make you a SEAL.

Kellerman and Petrov are stone killers.

No way we outflank 'em,
even with that pill.

No, we wouldn't even have to fight them.

You just have to make it impossible
for them to kill Basayev.

You control a comms rig.

You can put out a distress signal
to the forest rangers,

get them out here.

It's a lot harder to murder someone
when there are civilians around.

I can't make the distress call
from here. We're in earshot.

I'll take my rig out to the woods,

tell the rangers
I'm a lost hiker with a broken leg.

All right.

Good job.

Aleksey Basayev fought for the Spetsnaz
in the last Chechen war.

Married a local woman and stayed
in Chechnya after the fighting was over.

Chechnya exports jihadis by the busload.

Aleksey's new father-in-law
took CIA money in exchange for a pledge

to help keep the kids in his teip
from going bad guy.

Except he was working both sides.

He sent the money
straight on to the Taliban.

- Was Basayev in on the con?
- No, not at all.

Basayev agreed to help us

if we promised to abduct
the father-in-law quick and surgical.

We made a deal.

Then, on the day, we got word
that there'd be a Taliban warlord there.

Merrick decided he didn't wanna leave
anything to chance.

You bombed the compound.

His wife, kid, everyone else, killed.

So Basayev wasn't even a real terrorist?

He helped us, and when word got out
Basayev left just before the bomb hit,

he got branded a traitor.

The brother of the Taliban mullah killed
in the attack put a price on his head.

Five million for his corpse.

Ten million if you deliver him alive.

Basayev came hereto kill Merrick.

So Brian's in the woods
with three mercenaries

and a guy with a $10 million bounty
on his head.

Nyet.

Hey, stand clear of the prisoner.
Where's my comms guy?

You know, call of duty.

Yeah, well, we're about done
chatting with our friend, all right?

- Gonna take a walk.
- A walk? Why?

If you ask me again,
I might just give you the answer.

You don't want that. Stand down.
You'll be home soon.

- Yo, I think they're gonna do it now.
- Relax. I got this.

Hey, Kellerman!

I told you, no names in front of...

What did you do? Why did you do that?
There are people coming.

There's no one coming.
I didn't call anybody.

Kellerman took us out hereto
interrogate Basayev then kill him.

Me and Petrov have our own plan.

We're gonna sell him for $10 million.

You're alive
cos you're the Six Million Dollar Man

and that makes you our insurance policy.

We plan to hike out of here quick
and quiet, but if anything goes south,

no way they drop artillery on you.

So you knew.

This whole time we've been out here,
you knew you were gonna kill him.

You slow us down,
do anything to make me nervous,

I'm more than willing
to go without insurance.

Play nice... when we get out of here,
we'll cut you loose.

REBECCA: Cut you loose.

Do you really believe that?

Rebecca? What?

I'm not always gonna be
a version of you.

Your NZT is wearing off and you need
advice. I'm happy to give it.

Or the version of me that lives
inside of your head is happy to give it.

But, Brian, I have to be honest,
I wish you didn't dress me like this.

But you get to be Sloane.
Sloane's the best.

These people are gonna kill you.
You know that, right?

I know you know it because you're me.
They are not gonna cut you loose.

And if you don't do something,
you are gonna die in these woods.

I still got that one pill in my pocket.

But even on the pill, I don't think
you can take two trained soldiers,

and you are a long way
from the edge of the woods.

You got a better idea?

This is not a Band of Brothers moment.

We're talking about two mercenaries
who murdered their boss

so they could split $10 million.

Turn one against the other.

No, but, see,
even if I could pull that off,

that leaves one heavily armed dude
still standing.

You have a weapon too.

Remember the way
that Cameron was talking about NZT?

If he knew you had a pill,
he'd be dying to take it.

OK, great, so we make him
into a highly intelligent super soldier.

That's an awesome plan, Sloane.
I mean, hats off to you.

I wish the laws of physics would
allow me to strangle you right now.

You have a pill that he wants.

Remember the book that you read
after you ate the pokeweed berries?

You want me to poison him.

You're asking me to kill someone?

Sorry. I really am.

But I want you to live,

which means these guys have to die.

A little something
to keep the mosquitoes away.

Quick question.

Does your buddy over there really
strike you as a 50-50 split type of guy?

You said Basayev's worth
$10 million to someone.

I'm guessing you guys
are doing some kind of split.

But if I know my quiet, psycho, in
desperate need of a hug mercenary types,

I'd be surprised
if there winds up being a split at all.

- [CHUCKLES] Uh-huh.
- He already got you to shoot your boss.

Basayev's all bound up.

Why wouldn't he just keep
the entire bounty for himself?

- We made a deal.
- Oh, you made a deal.

OK. You shake on it? Well,
that's ironclad. Forget I said anything.

Of course, you could take him out,
walk away a winner for once.

I need him. He's got the connect
to the heroin traffickers

who are gonna bring Basayev
back to the guy with the money.

Yeah, you need him. Does he need you?

Listen, man, my pill's about
to wear off, but I've got one more.

It's been in my pocket this entire time.

If you get rid of the translator,
I'll take it.

It can't be hard to figure out a way to
get Basayev to the people that want him.

That's $10 million all for you.

Or whatever your pal has planned.

You can'! see much o! the woods when
you've got a black bag over your head.

But if you work the tie loose,
you can see what's growing at your feet.

Stuff like nightshade berries.
Thank you, Counselor Dan.

It seems like you want me to be,
I don't know, embarrassed, apologetic?

You betrayed your own source

and then bombed a compound
with more than 20 people inside of it.

For argument's sake, let's just say

I'm willing to admit to the operation
you guys are describing.

Yes, I called in a drone.

The facts on the ground changed,
so I changed the plan.

All perfectly legal.

And now you're staging a black op
on American soil

in direct violation
of an executive order prohibiting it.

So file an injunction. Prove it.
Call me if you get anywhere with that.

REBECCA: What you did in Chechnya
might not have been illegal,

but it would make for a good story.

Americans betraying a source, bombing
a compound with his family inside.

I could see that on the front page
of a paper somewhere.

What do you want? He should be
on a chopper home in a few hours.

I wanna talk to Brian.
I wanna know he's OK.

[BLEEPING]

Oh, hell.

Damn, it's Merrick.

I need to tell you what I'm gonna do
if you don't play ball?

I think I got it.

- Where's your team leader?
- Problems. Nothing we could do.

MERRICK: What about the target?

Tn our custody
and on the way to the extraction point.

Running behind schedule is all.
Need maybe... 12 hours.

Target was deep in the bush.

And our resource?

Other than being slow as a dung beetle,

worst he's got
is mosquito bites and blisters.

- I wanna talk to him.
- He just told you...

Put him on now, Merrick.

A couple of nervous Nellies here at
the barn want a word with the resource.

Copy that. Brian!

- Hey, guys. Oh, is that Naz?
- What's going on out there, Brian?

Like the man said, it got hairy there
for a minute out here in the forest.

It's a little brisk, a little bit cold.

So luckily I've just been bundled up,

keeping warm in my warren,
all safe and sound.

H's like you guys taught me, right?
I gotta be an island and all that jazz.

Are you OK?

You know what? t think t got
the pinkeye. Can you look in there?

CAMERON: OK, there he is.

We'll put some ointment
on whatever's bugging him,

get him back to you shipshape.

Anything else?

- 12 hours.
- Copy all.

- Happy?
- NAZ: No, I am not happy.

People are being killed out there
and my consultant's in the middle of it.

- What are you doing?
- Wham?

Did Brian seem overly cheerful to you?

Almost like he was trying to emphasize
certain words without being too obvious?

He always seems overly cheerful to me.

Yeah, maybe. Why?

All that about being in a warren
up in the forest? Check this out.

Warren and Forest Counties are mostly
made up of the Allegheny State Park.

That last thing about being an island.

There's a little section of the park
that runs along those counties.

Allegheny Islands Wilderness area.

He's drawing us a map.

You better be right about this.

[GUNSHOT]

- Oh, my God.
- No, no, no. Don't turn away.

This is what you wanted.
Take a good look.

Now you're gonna hand me that pill.

No one else can take it.

You said the side effects happen
after a few doses. Hand it over.

I'm taking the last one. I get to see
what it feels like to be the smart guy.

Uh...

You, uh, should probably
look behind you.

Wait, wait. That doesn't sound right.
I can't speak Russian.

I'm not on NZT, OK?

I tried to save you.
I tried to keep you alive.

Give me the pill.

You speak English?

Everyone speak some English.
Give me the pill.

I can't.

Thank you.

This pill, it gives you answers, da?

Fix problems?

Uh, yeah, it can, but...

This weight, all the time it is on me.

I need answers in here, see?

I have lost so much. I only want peace.

You won't get it from that pill, though.
It's poisoned.

Seriously, I mixed it with belladonna.
It could kill you.

That's a kind of peace too.

[GROANS]

BRIAN: I tried to find the edge
o! the woods, but! wasn't on NZT

I couldn't remember the maps.

At the end of the day Pd just circled
right back to where I started.

♪ >a' When Brian was in Egypt's (and

♪ >a' Let my Brian go a'

REBECCA: So much for taking the day off.

- I don't think I can do this.
- It's all in your head. Get up.

- I'm dying.
- You're not dying.

You just can't think
of anything good to do.

But this is all wrong.

You know, I'm Ferris. Everything's
supposed to work out for me.

No. You have to make it work.

But how?

[YELLS]

[YELL CONTINUES]

REBECCA: Brian. Brian, wake up.

[LAUGHS]

You did it. You saved Ferris.

BRIAN: First to die was Rooney. Um...

Sorry, Kellerman.
Rooney was just a nickname I gave him.

After that, I figured
if I was gonna survive,

I needed to figure out a way
to kill Hollinger and Petrov.

So I convinced Cameron...
What was his real name?

Kyle Hollinger.

Right. I convinced him
to shoot Abe Froman.

Uh, then I just had to figure out
how to get him to swallow the poison,

and Aleksey Basayev
took care of that for me,

luckily, or I guess so.

Do you think Aleksey Basayev
gained any intel from Kyle Hollinger

before he killed him?

Um...

Well, the only thing I heard was the
sound of him choking on his own blood.

Excuse me.

Yeah, anyway,
that's pretty much it, Naz.

Brian, this should never have happened
to you and it's my fault that it did.

- No, you didn't sign the order.
- No, no, you are my responsibility.

Now, you and I have had our moments,

but I want you to know I will find
the people responsible for this.

[SIGHS]

You really believe
Naz didn't know about this?

She really stuck her neck out
to get you back, so I think I do.

You OK? You ducked out of that meeting
kind of fast.

Am I OK?

I'm not the one that just survived
some backwoods nightmare.

[SIGHS]

Hearing you talk about it,
you sound so detached.

When you first came here,
you were in a bad patch,

but you still had this way
of looking at things like...

...like the world
hadn't touched you yet.

I think I wanted to protect that.

I think that's why I fought so hard
to get you here.

And instead you're... listening
to people choke each other and...

You had someone else's blood
on your face when I found you.

You wanna know what?

I was gonna take a day off
before all this.

Man, I was so happy
when I woke up that morning.

It felt like before,
like the good parts of before.

I'm sorry you had to see those things.

I'm really sorry
you had to do those things.

I didn't have much of a choice in that.

It was either this
or being a fry cook on Venus.

Oh, my God.

You've really never seen Ferris Bueller
before, have you? How is that possible?

How... You know what? I got it.
I have it on VHS at my parents' place.

We're gonna watch it right now. Mike!

- Keep your voice down.
- Mike!

[r YELLO: OH YEAH]

[DEEP VOICE]
Beautiful. Even more beautiful.

Hey, are you lost?

You need a lift?

My stomach feels strange.

Gummy bear?

You're still here?

Shaw's over. Go to bed.

Go.