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Hey, do you need a menu?

Are you okay?

Do you want some food?
There's a wicked-good vegetable soup.

- Hey, give me a soup.
- Onion?

No, vegetable. No one likes the onion.
And call Marty, would you?

Marty, how come?

There's some woman here
who might be in trouble.

She might need some help.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Ben: I used to love those crackers.

When I was a kid, my mom would get pissed...

Because when we went out to eat,
I'd eat three packs...

Before the food came,
and then I'd be stuffed.

What happened there?

Not that it's any of my business.

- I'll leave you alone if you like.
- I'm trying to remember.

- I was at thurber's.
- Hey, Marty.

I'll just have a soda.

How you doing tonight?

You live around here?

I do. I live in the area.

Haven't seen you around.

No, no, no. I was born in Boston.

Oh, yeah?

You were born there?

So where do you live now?

Where's home?

I don't remember.

They...

They did things.

Who did things?

I don't... I don't know. They...

- They gave me a red medicine.
- Yeah?

So, what was the red medicine?

They didn't tell me.

It's all right.

And a blue one. There was blue.

They confused me. They...

Hurt me and...

Ma'am, I think you should come with me.

- No.
- I can help you.

- No.
- No, no, no. You're not in any trouble.

- Stop it!
- You need to talk to somebody.

Stop it! Please. Please, stop.

This is officer pitts. I've got a 5150.

Can you make sure that Hannah's
available tonight, please?

- Ben: Aah! Aah!
- Ben.

I need an ambulance at the diner right away!
Now!

What the hell is this?

What the hell is...? Aah!

- What?
- Oh, that doesn't bother you?

Peter: Are you kidding?

That man falls asleep counting pi
to the 101st digit. That's soothing.

Olivia: Walter.

Was I humming? Heh.

I thought it was in my head.

It wasn't.

Forgive me, Olivia.
Nothing sings like a kilovolt.

Unique pitch.

Nothing else in nature quite like it.

I'm sure you're right.

- What's up? What's on your mind?
- Short fuse today, I guess.

Indeed.
The tension in your voice indicates...

That you're carrying a heavy psychic burden.
Tortured by the...

Peter: Hey, Walter, I think she liked
it better when you were humming.

Broyles: The incident occurred
approximately six hours ago.

All we've determined so far...

Is that they were exposed
to high levels of radiation.

Emily Kramer. Last night was the first
time anyone's seen her in two weeks...

Since she was reported missing
by her parents. Police officer...

Responded to a psych disturbance,
explaining the handcuffs.

- They think she was a runaway?
- Her parents say no.

They say she was perfectly happy.

In fact, she'd just been accepted to a
master's program she was excited about.

The level of radiation
coming from Emily's body...

Is almost three times as great as the rest.

Are you saying that she was the source?

Broyles: Don't know.

Dr. Bishop, any thoughts?

Where can I get one of those white suits?

Oh, yeah.

Peter: There's no head.
Walter: She was sick.

Most likely bellini's lymphocemia.

Striped bruising on her neck and upper arms,
scratch in her torso.

You know what he's talking about?

Bellini's lymphocemia.
It's an autoimmune disease. Irreversible.

The body destroys its muscles and organs.

- Meaning, it's fatal?
- Yeah.

But I've never seen bellini's
cause a victim to lose her head.

And what's more curious,
this woman seems to have been in remission.

Cured, even. The rash appears to be healing,
the bruises receding.

I'm gonna hate myself for asking this,
but how do you cure a disease...

- That's incurable?
- I haven't the slightest idea.

Though I, myself,
once cured this one in a dream.

Opium. Fantastic stuff.

Of course,
I forgot how I did it as soon as I woke up.

- Aah! Thanks for the warning.
- One hundred twenty-one degrees.

That's counter-indicative
for a hemorrhagic tumor.

Most likely water molecules
excited all at once.

He means the guy's brain was boiled.

Walter: Like a Maine lobster.

I need this body and the headless
one taken back to my lab.

Olivia: Walter, her disease...
if there's no cure...?

That's a question.

And one which we should pose
to whoever was treating her.

Which makes three questions,
the other one being...

What exactly happened here?

- That's only two questions.
- Oh, really?

Oh, the third question. Um...

Could I get some of this onion soup?
It looks delicious.

Man: Agent Dunham?

Nadim patel. Pleasure to meet you.

Thank you for taking the
trouble to talk to me.

Of course.
I'm told you have news about Emily Kramer.

Unfortunately, I do.
Emily was found dead last night.

What? How?

I'm not at Liberty to discuss that with you.

Forgive me, I'm just...

Emotional investment in patients.
It's an occupational hazard.

Her poor parents must be devastated
after everything they've been through.

Yes, and I hate troubling you about this,
but we understand that Emily...

Was suffering from a fatal disease
that had recently gone into remission.

That's right.

Do you have any idea how that's possible?

Medically, no.

Were you treating her with
any sort of radiation therapy?

Radiation? No. Why?

The circumstances surrounding
Emily's death were unusual.

It's possible that her condition
may have been a factor.

- I'll get you her records, if that'll help.
- Yeah.

She was finally starting to live again.

Peter: Do I really need to be here?
Couldn't you just use a clamp?

Walter: Of course I could...

But I enjoy the company.

Quality time, as they say.

This is like throwing
around the old pigskin.

- What's that smell?
- Hyacinth.

My third favorite flower.

Associated in mythology with rebirth,
which in this case is cruelly ironic.

-It's coming from her? 4ndeed.

Which indicates either a
mutation at the genetic level...

Or she was eating flowers,
perhaps her perfume.

- How's it coming?
- Oh, Olivia, join us.

We've learned some things already.

We don't think she ran away.

- Walter: Ligature marks.
- So she was being held against her will.

That or she had a proclivity
for sexual bondage.

Scientific observation, not a judgment.

Some of my fondest memories...

Oh! Walter, stop.
Wherever that's going, it's just wrong.

Walter: There's also this.
Subcutaneous injection marks.

She was being given medicine intravenously.

So whoever was holding her
captive was giving her drugs.

Yes, but not the enjoyable kind. In fact...

Quite unlike anything I
have ever seen before.

You okay?

Should I be?

So how'd she end up in the diner?
Did she escape?

Perhaps not.

There are two distinct methods
of scientific experimentation...

Lab trials or field trials.

You're suggesting they may
have let her go on purpose?

Whoever did this wanted to be
sure what they did was working.

There was something inside her
that killed those people, in her...

Noggin?

I'm not sure yet. It's a theory.

Obviously, I'll be more certain
once we identify the substance...

Or when whoever did this
tries to repeat their results.

You mean, if they take another woman?

Judging by agent Dunham's bodylanguage...

I'd say she's receiving that very news.

Okay.

Charlie: Missing persons called
in another case four hours ago.

Claire Williams, diagnosed with
bel/ini's lymphocemia three years ago.

Someone's targeting people with the disease?

That, or it's one hell of a coincidence.

Hey, Liv...

I get it.

You get what?

Young woman, what was done to her...

You know, this coming your way,
today of all days.

It's okay.

I'm okay.

Listen...

I know you don't like to celebrate...

But happy birthday.

Olivia: Ken Williams?

Olivia Dunham, Charlie Francis, FBI.

Claire. Did you find her?

I'm afraid we don't have new information...

But we do need to ask you a few questions.

Her name is Emily Kramer.

She suffered from the
same disease as your wife.

You seen her before?

Another case?

- What happened to her?
- Do you know her, Mr. Williams?

No, I-I-I don't think so.

We don't know anyone else with bellini's.

I mean, what we went through
fighting Claire's disease...

And the constant pain.

When the lesions started appearing,
she stopped going out.

The damn disease almost took
everything from us, even our marriage.

It was like a miracle.

- A miracle?
- Ken: She started getting better.

The pain went away.

- She went into remission?
- About six weeks ago.

She was herself again.

And now...

Please find my wife.

Please find her for me.

Oh.

What's happening?

Please don't hurt me.

The last one was a test. This one counts.

She a candidate?

Even better.

Let's get started, then.

Walter: To understand what happened
at the diner, we'll use Mr. Papaya.

Clear.

This is upsetting,
because he's the friendliest of fruits.

Walter: And we have goo-ification.

Is that the scientific term?

Wait...

Show's not over yet.

This is what you think happened
to the people at the diner?

That beam emits high-energy microwaves...

Which caused Mr. Papaya's
molecules to vibrate rapidly...

Causing friction and producing heat.

It's like how a microwave oven cooks food...

Only in Emily Kramer's case,
she was the oven.

Astrid: But then what killed Emily?

This demonstration is far more
effective with living tissue.

I have some expendable gerbils in the back.

- No.
- Walter: Oh, no. It's no trouble.

- I'm sure you'd like it.
- Walter, just drop it.

Wait, am I missing something?

How is it that Emily is cooking people?

In her blood, I found traces...

Of radioactive isotopes, strontium-90.

I believe that these microscopic
capsules are designed...

To release just the right amount
of radiation at specific times...

To cure her disease.

So you think these capsules saved her life?

- Think of it like time-release chemotherapy.
- Oh, yes. But in Emily's case...

The cure also made her a perfect
candidate for weaponization.

Whatever was injected
into her bloodstream...

Caused these capsules
to burst all at once...

Sending out a microwave blast...

And, perhaps, given that her own head
was the source of energy, kaboom.

So Emily's rheumatologist, Dr. Patel...

Would he have access to
these sorts of isotopes?

It's doubtful.
They only use them in a couple therapies.

They're strictly regulated.

Why? You think patel had
something to do with this?

I don't know...

But 83 percent of kidnap victims
are abducted by someone they know.

I'm gonna go and talk to
Emily Kramer's parents.

- I'll come with you.
- Oh, Peter.

If you're going out could you
bring me back some cotton candy?

- Cotton candy?
- Yeah. Blue, not pink.

I've got a craving. Must be the hyacinths.

Lovely blue flowers.

You're probably way ahead
of me on this already.

I'm noticing uncomfortable similarities
between this and other incidents lately.

More humans being used as Guinea pigs.

My point is,
if this is part of the pattern...

What if these people
aren't just experiments?

What if somebody is preparing for something?

Maybe we should come back later.

Before or after they do to Claire
Williams what they did to Emily Kramer?

Olivia, this is a wake.
These people are mourning their child.

Don't you need a warrant for this?
Hey, Olivia, stop.

Okay, crashing a wake is bad enough,
but rifling through a dead girl's things?

It's the only hope we have of finding
a solid lead, so please, help me.

What is it that we're looking for?

Anything. Any connection she may have had...

What are you doing in here? Who are you?

What are you doing in my daughter's room?

Mrs. Kramer, we're terribly sorry
about your loss. We're with the FBI.

FBI? Today, you come here today?

Mrs. Kramer, please listen to me.
Another girl's life is at stake.

- What other girl?
- Her name is Claire Williams.

What's happened to Claire?

You know her?

A therapist...

Told her to write through the
pain and the alienation...

And she felt it was all she had.

Until the treatments.

- The treatments?
- Kramer: For her bellini's.

Emily and Claire both had the disease.
That's how they met.

Here.

They became such good friends.

Why'd you lie to me, Mr. Williams?

We met Emily at the hospital,
waiting for blood tests.

She and Claire started talking...

Sharing horror stories about their disease.

They became friends.

One night over dinner,
the conversation turned out...

That medical establishment had abandoned us.

See, there's only 3000 people
in this country with bellini's.

Not enough for the drug
companies to make a profit.

So they're not looking
into developing a cure.

We've started talking to other
people who have the disease...

A microbiologist, an investment banker...

A mother, a professional athlete.

Started thinking about what we
could do if we pooled our resources.

Claire and Emily were treating themselves?

We didn't have a choice.

We were desperate.

We tried radical therapies
normal doctors wouldn't touch.

Three months ago, we found the cure.

Time-release radioactive capsules.

I don't understand. Why lie?

Because the people we
love are depending on it.

I couldn't take the chance you'd stop that.

Claire wouldn't want that.

It's what gave us our lives back.

Mr. Williams, we will need the names
of the other patients involved.

I could give you some,
but I don't know all of them.

You'll have to ask Dr. Nadim patel.

Emily's doctor?

- He knew this was going on?
- He cared enough to help us.

The medication...

Do you have a sample?

Is that my bellini's medication?

Tell me what you're doing.

Please,
just tell me what you're doing to me.

We know all about your disease, Claire.

We know that this...

Makes you better.

This will make you special.

Patel: What is this?

When I told you there were unusual
circumstances in Emily's death...

- These were the circumstances.
- I don't understand.

We know how it worked, Dr. Patel.

Ken Williams told us everything.

What we don't know is who else was involved.

I'm not responsible for this. Not this.

- All I do is give them updates.
- Who's "they"?

- Who's "they"?
- Intrepus.

- The drug company?
- You should just walk away.

- You have no idea who you're dealing with...
- I need a name, Dr. Patel.

Dr. Patel?

Dr. Patel?

- Drop it.
- It was only supposed to be updates.

Dr. Patel, put the gun on the ground now.

Do you want a name?

- David esterbrook.
- No!

Hey...

I found him.

David esterbrook, he heads up intrepus
pharmaceutical research division.

By all accounts...

He's solely responsible for a guns-blazing
congressional lobbying campaign...

That allowed intrepus to dig into some
of their more controversial r and d.

Define "controversial."

Charlie: Prenatal gene therapy...

Human-animal hybridization studies...

Viral wan'are.

All the fun stuff.

He's in Manhattan today.
He's speaking on the humanitarian-aid forum.

Listen, Liv...

Even if the doctor was right...

Even if esterbrook had something
to do with those women...

I'll go out on a limb and
say he's not gonna confess.

I want to see it in his eyes, Charlie.

I need to know it's him.

Olivia: Mr. Esterbrook...

Sorry to interrupt. Amanda Bennet, baxil.

Listen,
at the risk of sounding sycophantic...

I followed your work since Yale.
Three degrees including a Ph.D...

In medicinal neurobiology.

I couldn't even get through biochem
without cheating off my roommate.

I'm sorry.
This must sound insanely naive to you.

Esterbrook: No, hardly.

Science and technology have
reached a point where...

Our means are finally catching
up with our imagination.

And the only thing preventing us
from doing truly visionary work...

Are these moral-based restrictions...

That lawmakers put up in
the name of public policy.

That and money.

We always need more money.

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret,
Amanda.

It isn't about the money.

It is about the resolve.

I haven't been entirely honest with you.

I don't work for baxil,
but I do know a colleague of yours.

- How is nadim these days?
- These days? Dead.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Not as sorry as I was to watch it happen.

Identity theft is a federal crime, Amanda.

So is kidnapping and murder.

- And it's agent Dunham.
- What did you hope to get...

- Out of this conversation?
- I already got it.

How old are you? Twenty-eight, 29?

You're an attractive young woman.
I'm sure you want to start a family one day.

It would be a shame if
anything got in your way.

Broyles.

When?

Broyles: Dunham.

Olivia: Hey.

I understand you paid a little
visit to David esterbrook.

- News travels fast. I was just about to...
- In public, in a hotel bar.

I didn't realize my interview techniques
were under such close scrutiny.

Everything we do is under close scrutiny.

This task force that you're now part of,
at best it's controversial.

We need to be perfect.

Trying to intimidate such
a high-profile suspect...

- In a murder investigation is reckless.
- Claire Williams...

Is a prisoner right now,
having god knows what injected into her body.

And David esterbrook knows where she is.

He's guilty,
and he just assumes he'll get away with it.

So excuse me, but right now,
I couldn't give a damn about politics.

Which is exactly your problem, and now mine.

You think you're the only one who
wants to find Claire Williams?

You violated the code and
the law of our profession.

You let your feelings
drive your decision-making.

You've endangered not only Claire,
but everything we're trying to do here.

If I can't trust you to control your own
passion, Dunham, then I can't trust you.

Is that clear?

You'll have my report on the
esterbrook interview within the hour.

I'll be waiting.

Is there anything else you'd
like me to run past you?

Not anything, everything.

How's it going?

- She's almost ready.
- The capsules in her bloodstream...

- They can be triggered remotely?
- Everything's as requested.

She'll be stable and ready
for transport by morning.

I'll call the client and schedule delivery.

What's happening to me?

- Hey. How's it going?
- It's great. Esterbrook's our only lead...

To where they're holding Claire Williams,
and I can't get to him.

I mean, the guy's cleaner than snow.

Not even as much as an
unpaid parking ticket.

Well, I think we actually
might be making some progress.

Walter thought he might have isolated
the compound in Emily Kramer's blood...

But he got distracted by the
unicorn running through the lab.

Funny.

Anything else? Any more jokes?

Something's been bugging you all day.
Something other than Claire Williams.

That's okay. Know what?
We're allowed to have our bad days.

What's not fine, is blaming it on me.
I want to find her as much as you do.

You're right. I'm sorry. I...

I'm sorry.

Fine.

I had a stepfather.

When he drank, he'd accuse my mom of
seeing other men, and then he'd hit her.

And she just lived with it.

She never called the police, not once.

And then one day, he beat her really
bad and broke her nose. I was nine.

He stormed out of the house,
got in his car, drove off.

And my mom's crying, I can't help her.

And then I hear his car.

He's turned back around.

He kept a gun in the drawer, near his bed.

When he opened the door,
I pulled the trigger.

And then I pulled it again.

And I can still see his face...

Almost daring me to finish.

So they took him to the hospital and
said that he couldn't be saved...

He recovered.

And then one night, he just slipped away.

We never saw him again.

I still blame myself, because I should
have done it. I should have killed him.

I know, rationally, he's not responsible
for all the bad things in the world...

But he is responsible for some of them.

And every year,
he sends me a card on my birthday...

Just to let me know that
he's still out there.

It's your birthday today.

No man is untouchable, Olivia.

You really want esterbrook, all you have
to do is talk to your friend Nina sharp.

Massive dynamic has three
separate pharmaceutical divisions.

They're all in direct
competition with intrepus.

Their annual budget for corporate
espionage could feed a mid-sized nation.

I guarantee you she has
something on David esterbrook.

- Even if you're right, I can't go to her.
- Why not?

Because despite their annual budget,
corporate espionage is wildly illegal.

You really think that
she'd admit that to me?

It's here somewhere. I know it is.

I just have to look harder.

- I'm going out.
- 0kay.

Oh, Peter. To be honest,
I didn't even know you were here.

Nina: Thank you.

Excuse me. Ms. Sharp.

- Hi, I'm Peter...
- Peter bishop, Walter bishop's son.

You're not the only one
who's done your homework.

What can I do for you, Mr. Bishop?

Well, I was hoping I could
take a moment of your time.

Does Ms. Dunham know you're here?

No. No, she doesn't know I'm here.

Well, Peter, suppose we take a walk.

You're suggesting that
intrepus is conducting...

Illegal drug trials with human beings.

That is a rather bold claim to make,
Mr. Bishop.

How are you able to
substantiate your information?

Would you put it past them?

Let's assume for a second
that what I'm saying is true.

Where would they do it?
They wouldn't risk using...

One of their own testing facilities.
It'd have to be some place off the grid.

You still look the same as
you did when you were a child.

I doubt you'll remember, but you and
I spent a good deal of time together.

Some of it right here.

Your father and I were quite close
when we were both much younger.

Now, I have all kinds of information, Peter.

And some of it does me no good.

Well, take the aymara people,
for instance, of central Peru.

I know that the soil beneath their land...

Houses a naturally occurring metal alloy...

That is potentially hyperconductive.

I also know that you have managed
to successfully conduct business...

With these and other tribal concerns...

In parts of the world traditionally
resistant to development.

I'm sorry, Ms. Sharp,
I think I must've missed your question.

My question is,
are you willing to make a bargain?

I give you the exact location you want,
and in exchange...

I get to come to you someday.
And you return the favor.

No questions asked.

Do we have a deal?

- Do you smell that?
- Yes.

And next time, how about a little warning?

Huh?

Oh.

Not that. Methyl eugenol.

The chemical responsible for
giving hyacinths their aroma.

Well, what about it?

I've been trying to determine what
caused the radioactive capsules...

In Emily Kramer's
bloodstream to burst at once.

- This is it, asterisk.
- Peter: Astrid. Her name is Astrid.

I've got it, Peter.
Methyl eugenol is the key.

That's what they injected her with.
That's why these women were chosen.

By itself, harmless.
But given their treatments...

Causing all the capsules to burst at once.

They made her radioactive.
They turned her into a weapon.

It would be a decidedly blue compound.
And now that I...

I've found the agent that will work.

- That will interfere with the process.
- How long?

- How long will it take to make the cure?
- Oh, not long at all, now that I know.

Where's Olivia?

When did this happen?

When did this become the world we live in?

These are the people we
trust to take care of us.

5620 stapleton Avenue.

The facility where Claire
Williams is being held.

How could you possibly even...?

Radioactive isotopes have a heat
signature visible to spy satellites.

Had a friend track it down,
national recon office.

You have a friend at the nro?

I have a friend who's cracked
their control systems.

Peter, if I pull the trigger on this,
and the information's bad...

It's good.

It's good.

Charlie, I've got a solid lead.

The strike team. Full tactical.

- Peter: How we doing?
- Almost there.

We're sure this is the one. We've got a
visible heat signature from the isotope.

Visible heat signatures?
Radioactive isotopes don't give off...

Walter. Walter.

How we doing?

Oh, um, Olivia.

- This is the antidote.
- Okay, Charlie. We're coming now.

Listen to me. You must inject this
directly into her bloodstream.

- In the jugular, preferably.
- Olivia: Okay.

Charlie: Facility's located on
the southern edge of framingham.

Surveillance teams reported
armed security on the premises.

We're expecting resistance.
So this will be a tactical entry.

Olivia: Our main objective is
securing the victim: Claire Williams.

Judging from the layout, it's likely
she's being held at the basement levels.

We 7! Enter through the northwest.

Alpha team will enter through the front
to clear out the west of the building.

Bravo team will clear the lower levels.
Are we clear?

Then let's make this happen.

Agent 1: FBI! You're under arrest. Get down.

- Stay where you are.
- Agent 2: Hands behind your head.

Agent 3: Room's clear!

Agent 4: Look out.

Man down. We need immediate medevac.

Call it in. Stay with him.

- Level's secure. We got a few in custody.
- Any sign of Claire?

- No.
- Okay, I'm going down.

Watch yourself.

Charlie: FBI!

Step away from that, please.

Where is she? Where is Claire Williams?

Agent 5: Dunham, you can't go in that room.
The radiation will kill us all.

Claire, my name's Olivia Dunham.
I'm with the FBI.

I know you're scared,
but I need you to listen to me.

I need you to come to the door.
I can't come in.

My head.

Olivia: Claire, listen to me.
That's medicine.

I need you to come to the door and take it.
I can't come in there.

Claire.

Claire. Look at me.

That's good. Now come to the door.

Keep coming.
I need you to take this syringe.

I'm gonna tell you what to do.

Olivia: Claire? Look at me, Claire.

I'm right here with you. Claire?

Claire, right now you need to jab
yourself in the side of your neck.

Oh, my god, my head.

Claire? Claire, come on.

Claire, do it. You can do this.

Do it. I know you can do this. Stab it in.

Good, Claire.

Agent Dunham.

Apparently,
I didn't make my point clearly enough.

I thought you'd be interested to
know that Claire Williams is safe.

Can't say I'm familiar with that name.

That's odd.

Because an employee of yours,
Elizabeth sarnoff...

Just admitted that you supplied her
with the facility and the equipment...

To make Emily Kramer and Ms.
Williams into human weapons.

A disgruntled former employee
will say just about anything...

To vilify the boss that fired her.

Then you won't mind coming
with me to answer questions.

Do you honestly see this going anywhere,
agent Dunham?

I have a law firm on retainer that charges
more by hour than you make in a year.

Then I suggest you get them
to meet you at the FBI.

I will include police harassment in the
litany of charges I will file against you.

I'm still gonna walk you out that door
in handcuffs for resisting questioning.

So the press that I tipped off...

Can splash your picture all over the news.

Now, you may not answer to me
or the federal government...

But you do answer to a board of directors.

And I wonder what their response will
be when they have their company...

Dragged into the middle
of a murder investigation.

Oh!

- I guess by now you've heard.
- That you frogmarched a senior officer...

Of a multibillion-dollar
conglomerate out of his office?

Yeah, I heard.

Quite a few cameras there.

The press.

They always get their pound of flesh.

I understand that you think
I acted too emotionally.

Putting aside that men always say
that about women they work with...

I'll get straight to the point.
I am emotional.

I do bring it into my work.
It's what motivates me.

It helps me get into the
head space of our victims...

See what they've seen...

Even if I don't want to,
even if it horrifies me.

And I think it makes me a better agent.

If you have a problem with that, I'm sorry.

You can fire me.

But I hope you don't.

You're not getting off that easy,
agent Dunham.

I'll see you in the morning.

Woman: A spike in the price of oil again...

Sent tremors through the financial markets.

But for pure shock value, nothing
beat today's very public detainment...

Of intrepus' David esterbrook by the FBI.

Intrepus stock is being absolutely
pummeled in overnight trading...

And analysts predict
it'll open at $23 a share.

That's a 10-yearlow...

Which, of course, is very good
news for intrepus' competitors...

Most notably, massive dynamic.

Shares of md are up almost 12 percent...

As investors flee to the most
reliable brand in the sector.

- Hey.
- Olivia, did you lock yourself out again?

Actually, Walter, this is our hotel.

- I need to talk to you.
- Sure. I'll see you upstairs, okay?

It's nice to see you.

Good night, Walter.

And remember tonight, please,
the red toothbrush is mine.

White for Walter.

That's me.

- Right?
- Yes.

Everything okay?

I know where you got your information...

About Claire Williams.

What was the price?

What did Nina sharp want in return?

Nothing untoward,
if that's what you're worried about.

Come on, you don't have to worry about me.

I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself.

You have been looking out for me,
so I'm just returning the favor.

Thank you.

There was no letter today, was there?

Happy birthday.

You better get back upstairs before
Walter falls asleep in your bed. Hmm.

He has actually done that before...

While I was sleeping.

Really not something you wanna wake up to.

Good night.

Good night.