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In New York City's
war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the major case squad.

These are their stories.

What, no tan?
Welcome back, Robbie.
- Thanks.

The XPA project
has a bug in it

that I need you to fix.

No problem, Tucker.

Name on the door
says "UbiCool."

They're swimming
in bucks.

They've got StealthWave PCs.

Those run, like,
7 grand each.

The system's set up

so nothing can be saved
on the desktop computers.

Only on the server.

Hey, I'm not getting
any reception.

You're not supposed to.

We're in a different
league now, Aidan.

Just be onboard for once.

I have a lot of work
to catch up on.

Um, but I'd like
to reschedule.

Yeah, I'm sorry.
Um, Friday at 7:00, yeah.

That's fine.

All right,
I'll see you then.

What did I tell you
about being in here?

There's all kinds
of dangerous stuff--
- Got it.

A potato chip can?

It's freedom, Tony.

Forgot my permit
for the tennis courts.

Anybody ever tell you
we're off Saturdays?

Isn't that one of
the UbiCool guys?

What's he up to?

I don't know.

Weird.

The vendor that owns
the concession

is sweating it out.

He wants it in triplicate
that he's not at fault.

So is he at fault?

Not unless a 300-pound machine
can hop 20 feet

and throw itself
down the stairs.

Found his ID in his wallet.

It's, uh, Aidan Grant.

28, address on Hoyt Street.

Super said the kid
lived alone.

If he was going up
to catch a train,

he should have seen the machinein time to get out of the way.

He was coming down.

Detective Khan,
we need you over here.

Earbuds have been pulled off.

We need to know what kind
of music was on this.

Thanks.

Wi-Fi card.

A, um...

An N-connector.

He was building something?

Got a cell phone number
for Gisella.

Girls love a handyman.

I met him last night
at a party where he works.

UbiCool?

My friend's
the receptionist.

Aidan...what does he do there?

Computers.

My friend said
everything's hush-hush.

What time did you
and Aidan get home?

Maybe 1:00.

He helped fix my Internet
connection.

I better call in.

So with fixing
your connection

he was here, what,
a couple of hours?

You have...a boyfriend?

A jealous ex?

No.

I can't believe that--

Aidan was just so sweet.

You moved this plant here?

No, it's supposed
to be over there.

You see anybody
out front last night?

No.

Somebody was looking in.

Anyone you know do this?

No.

Twenty knots.
That's an interesting habit.

I can't imagine who'd
want to hurt Aidan.

He was tremendously talented.

He ever mention any stalking
incidents, letters--

No.

Hey, could you unlock this,
please?

Yeah.

StealthWave. Nice.

Uh, you won't find
anything saved on there.

We run everything
off the server.

What--what is this,
special paint?

Yes, to block
wireless signals.

Oh, just like the film
on the windows.

Yes.

So you're all...

all sealed up in here,
nothin' in or out.

Yeah, our clients
demand security.

Well, who are
you worried about,

these people across here?

No, those guys are still
using MetaScan software.

If you're blocking
the signals,

why was Aidan carrying
a Wi-Fi card?

Well, not for this computer.

Oh, look.

A perfect fit.

Uh, he wouldn't have
been able to use it.

Unless he had
an external antenna.

A can-tenna.

For 50 cents
he beat your security.

Oh, for God's sake.

I have to check the server.
Excuse me.

You know, it rained
Friday night.

That can would have rust.

He must have set it up
Saturday before the party.

Twenty knots.

Whoever left that...

those people
might have seen him.

I was barely here five minutes
on Saturday.

I forgot my tennis permits
in my desk.

Right.
Kevin didn't stay very long.

Right. But-but

you came in early
on Saturday morning, 8:30?

Yeah, I was catching up.

Yeah, Robert just got back
from vacation.

Oh.

You see anybody
on the roof Saturday?

I didn't notice anyone
out there.

You, Robbie?
- Saturday?

No, I didn't see anyone.

Not even him?

Aidan Grant.

He works over at UbiCool.

Nope, I've never seen him.

Are you sure?

Because his desk is practicallyright across from you.

It's there,
next to the window there.

They had tinted films.
Hard to see in.

You're saying
you haven't even noticed

they're using
StealthWave computers?

They are.
And good for them.

We've got a project
to finish.

Sorry I couldn't help you.

Any programmer worth his chips

would be drooling over
a StealthWave,

but Kevin acts like
he doesn't care.

Yeah, but he cared too much
about what Robbie had to say.

And across the street,

we got UbiCool dissing
the competition with one hand

while building a security wall
with the other.

Not to mention,
a dead hacker

building antennas
out of potato chip cans.

Busy little block.

We don't need
to get involved.

Let them sort it out
for themselves.

Okay?

Whatever you want to do, Kevin.

The threads are different,
but the knots are the same.

It's a figure-eight.
Twenty knots on each.

Our friend Kevin
had a Department of Defense

clearance three years ago
at MIT.

He worked on facial
recognition software.

Biometrics.

There was something
on Aidan's desk.

It was a...

a lip reading manual.

Facial recognition software
that can also read lips.

That would be a potent
surveillance tool.

Two guys from competing
companies working together.

One person might know.

Okay if we join you?

Our patrolmen are always
talking about this place.

You followed me.

We got the feeling yesterday
you might have more to say

if Kevin wasn't
breathing down your neck.

I don't like lying.

I did see that guy
on the roof Saturday.

The guy in the picture.

And so did Kevin.

I think Kevin's
up to something.

So I'm over at UbiCool
last week, at night.

He was with a tall thin guy.

I-I-I think
he's the boss there.

Kevin used to work
for the military--

Um, Biometrics.
Do you know what that is?

We do.
- And then UbiCool shows up.

And-and no one's ever
heard of them,

and they all have
$7,000 computers.

I mean, where are they
getting that money?

Where do you think?

I don't want to know.

I gotta get back.

People will notice
if I'm gone too long.

Now he's got me nervous.

Not half as nervous as him.

I think I told you everything
I know yesterday.

Except the part about visiting
UbiCool last week.

Okay, sure.
I'm trying to get a job there.

But I have a contract
with RevoComp.

It could get ugly.

Those photos, those are from
the surveillance tape?

I worked on facial recognition
software for the D-O-D.

I just happened
to like the faces.

Anything else
you didn't tell us?

Um, I saw that guy Aidan
on the roof.

I didn't say anything
because then I would've had

to tell you I spoke to Boaz
at UbiCool

about seeing his guy
on the roof.

What did he say about it?

He said Aidan was

brilliant, but a loose cannon.
Always making trouble.

Boaz go up on the roof
to check things out?

I don't know.
I left before the party ended.

Do you use this door much?

Only in the summer.

Do you notice anything missing
in your place?

No. Are you trying
to make me paranoid?

I think you should be.

Uh, it looks like you might havea regular visitor.

You know,
they unscrew the hinges

the door gets put on.

Take it off, they come
in and out whenever they want.

This is messed up.

-You should check your valuables.
-And your computer for spyware.

I didn't tell you about Kevin
because if RevoComp

had found out
I was even talking to him,

they would have sued me
and fired him.

Welcome, little ones,

to 1984.

Aidan work on this?

We're designing a lip-reading
program for deaf kids.

Wilder was free

because he was never afraid.

The dialogue--
Aidan wrote it?

Boy, Aidan liked to undermine
your authority.

Aidan had an outlaw spirit,

but he never did anything
to hurt the company.

And the can-tenna on the roof?

That's just his way
of thumbing his nose at me.

You know, your computer's
getting Wi-Fi reception.

No, that's impossible.

We have signal blocking paint
on the wall.

There's film on the window.

The-the filaments embedded--

that's copper and aluminum?

Yes.

I don't know.

It looks like somebody replacedthe filaments with thread.

Here we were, thinking you werespying on everybody.

Somebody's spying on you.

Hope your brother doesn't mind
I'm taking the last beer.

Oh, hey, Robbie.

Siena told me
to help myself, so--

Make yourself at home.

Robbie? You, uh, use
the fireplace this morning?

You still feeling cold?

Oh, um,
I burned some junk mail.

All they need
to steal your identity

is your name and address.

Hello?

Work was okay.

I-I saw them over there today.

It looked like
they were searching.

Yes, yes the mouth.

And then it's to the left?

Okay, I wasn't sure.

All right, I will.

Good night.

Lab finished checking
Aidan's home computer.

No record he ever communicated
with Kevin Little,

let alone conspired with him.

Uh, police work, look,

we doubt people,
we challenge them.

We assume the worst about them.

And somehow, it usually
leads us to the truth.

But this time it walked us
right into a paranoid fantasy.

Aidan and Kevin,
biometrics, lip-reading,

UbiCool, and the military.

But it wasn't just
our fantasy.

Somebody else was happy
to connect the dots for us.

Come on in, Robbie.

Have a seat.

You know, you can
help us out.

We're in over our heads

with all this
high tech stuff.

He's not kidding.

Until six months ago,
we had rotary phones.

Uh, could you leave
the doory open, please?

Uh, sure.

It does get kind
of stuffy in here.

Do you know what...this is?

Yes, that's
security film.

You put it over windows
to block out radio signals.

We took a piece of this,

uh, from one of the windows
at UbiCool.

You see, the metal filaments,

they've been replaced
with common sewing thread.

That's odd.

UbiCool, Aidan, Kevin--turns outthey're not the bad guys.

No, they're the victims
of a conspiracy.

The thread conspiracy.

We found this

on the roof,
next to the antenna.

I have another
one just like it

outside Aidan's
girlfriend's place.

They both had
20 knots.

You ever seen
anything like this?

No.

Never.

Could you excuse us
for a moment?

Yeah.

That looked to me like

he was having trouble
maintaining eye contact.

He was looking at our mouths.

When I scratched my eye,
it forced him to look up.

An experienced liar.

Well, not quite.

When I talked
about the thread,

he...tilted his head
to the right.

That's the imaginative
part of the brain,

the one you use to lie.

Then he corrected and tilted
his head to the left.

Like he's been coached?

Yeah, look at him.

He wants to touch
that thread.

He wants to tie it
into knots.

It's a mechanism to keep
himself under control.

Now that button,

that's substitute
behavior.

He was taught that.

Someone must have told him thatthe knots were a dead giveaway.

For what?

A psychotic condition?

I hear psychotic,
I think murder.

If he's a murderer,

somebody's teaching him
how not to act like one.

Unusual behavior?

From a programmer?

Comes with the territory.
- Sorry.

Well maybe if you
could narrow it down.

Trust issues.

If there's a meeting
in the conference room

Robbie's not
invited to,

he sneaks into
the bathroom next door.

We caught him once
with his ear

pressed against
the wall.

Paranoid--does
he ever get violent?

No, no Robbie's
not--like that.

But, the month before
he took his vacation,

he refused
to do his work,

claiming other people
were rewriting his code.

You know, he came back
more productive,

agreeable.

Now, does he have
any close friends here

or, like, people that
he looks up to or, you know.

No, there's that sister
he lives with.

I don't think he has
anybody else.

Please make sure
you leave everything

on Robbie's desk
right where you found it?

Oh, thanks.
- Mm-hmm

I found
an email he sent

at 2:30 a.m. Saturday
to a K. Pynchon.

Alibis him for the time
of the murder.

"Working late,
still catching up...

but this week
should be clear."

He's trying to set up
some kind of appointment.

Pynchon replied
the same night at 3:46 a.m.

"Early mornings
are okay with me."

Well, it could be trainer,
or a therapist, or something?

Or a magician.

According to
the log file,

Pynchon read Robbie's email
at 11:35 Sunday morning.

Neat trick,
answering your email

eight hours before
you read it.

Well, Robbie,
he might've turned back

his computer clock

when he sent his email
to set up an alibi.

Mm-hmm.

K. Pynchon's email address
is at NewAmC.edu.

New Amsterdam
College.

You read our emails?

Robbie's been my patient
for two weeks.

Those were privileged
communications.

Dr. Pynchon,
all we need to know

is when
you answered his email.

It could have been
early Sunday.

If I can't sleep,

I get up in the middle
of the night

and cull all my e-mails.

Do you mind checking
your computer?

No point, I clean it out
after every session.

So, uh, Robbie doesn't
go to school here.

How did he find you?

His sister's
in one of my classes.

She introduced us.

Because we heard that
he had trust issues.

You're trying to get meto offer a diagnosis of Robbie.

I'm not going there,
Detective.

You're a good doctor.

You got me beat.

Now you're
being insincere.

I can tell.

Did Robbie mention
the people

in the office across
the street from him?

A company called UbiCool,

that maybe somebody from there
was spying on him?

Whether he did or not,

I'm prohibited
from saying.

Unless he threatened
to harm them.

If he had, I would have
notified the police.

You have a picture
of a pitcher plant.

They only grow in
North Carolina, in a bog.

Did you take this?

Yes.

In Croatan National Forest.

Do you spend a lot of time
in the Outerbanks?

Some.

On vacation.

You know the area?

Yeah, I had a girlfriend
who worked on Cape Hatteras.

No, you didn't.

You're lying again.

No.

Why do you think that?

You were making eye contact.

But when you brought
up this girlfriend,

you dropped you gaze
to my mouth instead.

Is that what liars do?

I'm afraid it's
about that time.

Now we know where Robbie
learned his tricks.

She said that she's been
seeing him for two weeks.

Since the murder,
what timing.

I wonder what prompted
his sister to get him help.

There was no crisis.

My brother had been wantingto see someone for a long time.

It was always a question of who,

and I got a good vibe
from Dr. Pynchon.

Your super told us youand Robbie have been living here

for four years.

Since our parents died.

You take care of him.

She schedules her classes
around his--

What, his moods?

I'm just gonna go
sit over here and shut up.

Having a boyfriend could reallythrow Robbie into panic.

I don't know where you get
this idea about my brother.

Super smart people like Robbie
are often insecure.

It's because
they are so perceptive.

Saturday night, weekend
before last, where you here?

We spent the night at Matt's.

And Sunday? You see him?

In the afternoon, we came back
here and he showed up.

He was all--

-He was tired.
-He was at his office all night.

Matt, if you need to swing by
your place before class,

you're going to be late.

We'll let you kids
do your thing.

Hey, Matt.

Aw, man, come on...

We didn't mean to get you
thrown in the doghouse.

But you know she's always
gonna put her brother first

as long as he's around,
right?

You said when
he came home Sunday,

he was all...what?
Upset?

No, he was super mellow.

He even sat next to me
on the couch.

Super mellow.

And how did he look--
his clothes,

you see any stains, anything
that looked like blood?

Just this spot on
his shirt-sleeve here--

It could've been blood--
If she sees me with you--

His boss told us that when
he got back from vacation,

he was a new man.

Did you see that too?

Yeah, he's been friendlier,
except for complaining

about my music,
which he never used to do.

Your music, you mean, whatyou were listening to upstairs?

Do you know where he went
on vacation?

Siena says Florida,

but he must have spent
all his time

in the shade.

Look, this is--I really got to loose you guys.

Hey sweetie, just about to get
on the subway...

The blood on his shirt
near his triceps.

That's where he'd get
an injection.

There's no record that he got
his injection at the hospital

Sunday morning.

You know, I'm wondering
about this vacation.

When Robbie got back he startedto complain about house music.

Now that's the same
kind of music that Aidan

had on his music player.

The one with
the missing earphones.

Robbie must've taken them.

There was something about it
that bothered him.

Okay, thank you.

The Mental Health building
is locked up on Sundays.

Pynchon doesn't have a key.

But she has a house
on Long Island.

Well, if Robbie went there
after killing Aidan,

he would have been agitated.

She would have given him
something to calm him.

And if he washed his clothes,

he might have left
something behind.

You said after they talked
to me, they'd stop.

We are going through
this process together.

You remember, you agreed.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I wanted the light.

When you trust me, Robbie,
trust me without conditions...

you'll be free.

Okay.

Haloperidol.
Super-mellow in a bottle.

Washing machine.

Bleach?

It's coming from over here.

There was a lock on this door.

And there's a timer
on the light.

Ah, the bracing smell
of bleach and urine.

I think there used to be
a light switch here.

It's a speaker wire.

All right, we got sound effects,house music...

It was here, in this room,

this is where Robbie
spent his vacation.

He's got one thing going
for it--it's secluded.

There's evidence
he was in this room?

The place got hosed downwith bleach--no prints, no DNA.

The rest of the house?

Swell. I'll break
the news to Carver.

It's one of Dr. Pynchon's CDs.

To use for what,
birth control?

To break someone down.

This is the music that Robbie
started to complain about

when he got back
from his vacation.

Maybe it's because he was--

he'd been subjected
to it for two weeks,

hour after hour,
same sound.

Chinese water torture in stereo.

Repetitive sounds, bright lightson a timer to interrupt sleep.

These are interrogation
techniques.

She used them on this kid?
Some kind of experiment?

Saw the photo in the office,
the pitcher plant...

Croatan National Forest
is not far from Fort Bragg,

and the military conducts
its SERE program there.

Survive, Evade,
Resist, Escape.

It's to train
their soldiers

to withstand severe
interrogation.

As an instructor she would
know these techniques.

Eames.

Put him through.

Yes, Mr. Carver, we're just--

When?

Okay.

Pynchon lawyered up.

They're gonna be in Carver's
office this afternoon.

The search was an end run aroundthe doctor-patient privilege.

Dr. Pynchon sees clients
at her home,

she keeps
confidential files there.

I'm filing a motion in replevin.

I want the items they took
returned to her.

We found haloperiodal
at your house.

It's an anti-psychotic.
You give it to Robbie?

People with paranoid personalitydisorder aren't psychotic.

You just sidestepped
our question.

I thought it was
more polite than saying

it's none of your business.

You went to Croatan
National Forest

when you were stationed
in Fort Bragg.

My military service is
a matter of public record.

Now, Fort Bragg,

there's not a lot of use

for someone with
a psychology degree.

Unless you belong
to the SERE program.

I am not at liberty
to discuss my assignments.

We're finished here.

Mr. Carver.

This came for you, detectives.

Well, she lied.

There's nothing classified
about being a SERE officer.

Well, here it is, first page

1992-94, SERE Level-Cprogram supervisor, Fort Bragg.

She left the service
in '95...

Medical school...

She was in the Reserves.

Called back to duty late 2003...

It doesn't say where she served.

Maybe that's what's classified.

Well, if it
was in Iraq

or Afghanistan, she would have
received service bars.

She got a temporary duty
travel authorization.

Special assignment.

Someone with her training
in interrogation...

Guantanamo.

Interrogating terrorist suspects.

Yeah, not directly.

She would have been
advising the interrogators.

Would've, could've...

I want to know
what we're dealing with.

Well the people
who would know,

they probably wouldn't
talk to us.

How about someone
she bunked with?

Maybe she kept
in touch with them.

When you shared quarters
at Guantanamo,

she talk about her work?

No, but I knew
she was a Biscuit.

Behavioral Science
Consultation Team.

She worked
with the detainees.

She enjoy her work?

She seem motivated?

First few weeks, Katrina
had a really great attitude.

But then...

What?
She withdrew?

And got cranky,
sniping about little things.

I think she was mad
even in her sleep.

She talked in her sleep?

More like moans than words.

Crying sometimes.

I figured she was homesick.

Did you ever see any detainees
that showed signs of abuse?

I treated Army personnel.

Anyway, you can't believe
anything the detainees say.

Katrina tell you that?

I've got things to do.
Nice talking to you.

Well, something about her work
was disturbing her.

At Fort Bragg, she trained
soldiers to withstand

psychological torture.

Now, if she's expected
to do the opposite at Gitmo...

Teaching them to dish it out.

She's a doctor,
sworn to do no harm.

She had to feel guilty about it.

Whatever guilt she felt,
it didn't stop her

from building her own
little shop of horrors.

And convinced Robbie to go in.

She couldn't have done it alone.

I told you,
Robbie's just insecure.

You've lived with his behavior
full-time for four years.

You've scheduled
your entire life around it.

No resolution
in sight.

Is that what Dr. Pynchon
offered you,

Resolution? How?

Did she tell you?

I'm not allowed
to discuss his therapy.

Siena, can we show
you something?

This is the room we found
in Dr. Pynchon's basement.

It reeked of urine.

These are
the high intensity lights

she had installed in the room.

The lights were hooked up
to this timer.

This is where speakers were
embedded in the ceiling.

And in this box we found CDs
of babies crying,

and house music,
the same music

Robbie can't
listen to anymore.

You're a psychology major.

You know what this is for.

Well, I can't believe--

She couldn't have.

What did she tell you

she was going to do with Robbie?

She said he had

paranoid personality disorder.

She had to start by breaking
through his defenses.

By locking him in a room
for two weeks?

She never said that.

She said it
would be intensive.

She asked me about his phobias.

I told her he was
afraid of the dark.

Robbie didn't know
what he was getting into?

No.

I told him he had to do
what Dr. Pynchon said,

or I'd move out.

What did I do to him?

Well, Dr. Pynchon did it,
not you.

Had he changed
when he got back?

He was doing and saying
the right things at first.

Then he started having
headaches and nightmares.

He was always cold.

Did you tell Dr. Pynchon?

I told her I was worried

the therapy had been too intensefor him, and she said that

good things can come from
difficult experiences.

They know I saw him on the roof,they know about the threads.

Little pieces, Robbie, but
they can't put them together.

They'll try to raise
your anxiety high enough

that you'll confess.

I can't do this, I can't.

Robbie, you can.

The process has
given you the tools.

Focus in?
- Mm-hmm.

Trust my intellect.

Admit to trivial things.

They don't care
about the truth, Robbie.

They only care
about their egos.

They want to feel
like they're right.

Give them enough of that,

and they'll leave you alone.

Just don't tell them
anything about our work.

She was just trying
to rationalize

what she did
in Guantanamo.

Look, she was trying to find
a therapeutic benefit

to breaking down
someone's personality.

Doing this to one of
her patients is one thing,

it's wrong.

But what she did at Guantanamo

to terrorists, I don't know.

Sleep deprivation, noises,

using their phobias
to terrorize them.

It's torture.

Yeah, well, war is hell.

Don't you use psychological
manipulation, Detective?

Don't you deceive suspects
and subject them to stress?

Except we respect
their rights,

we let them have
lawyers present.

Yeah, we don't deny
them their humanity.

After two weeks,

Robbie was an open wound.

He was on the verge
of a psychotic break.

All he needed was a trigger.

The music
from the UbiCool party.

If we can prove it,
but on the other point...

Counselor, we've got
a bigger problem

than parsing out
Dr. Pynchon's ethics.

We don't have anything
on that kid for the murder.

You want us to break him,
we can break him.

I mean, with the state
that he's in,

maybe for good.

Not to mention his confession
might not even hold up.

These are the chances
I'm willing to take.

Not me, not with Robbie.

There's a better target.

We need you
to read this.

What is it?

Your rights.

You know,
right to remain silent.

Right to a lawyer.
Look, read it.

If it's clear,
sign it.

Am I being arrested?

No, we just want you
to read it

for your own protection.

And by the way,
Robbie, we don't think

that you're a violent
person by nature.

He didn't ask for a lawyer.
But since you're his therapist

I thought you should be here.

Just in case.

In case of what?

Once my detectives
get going, they can...

really turn on
the pressure.

Can I hear--

No. Sorry.

Good. Now you wait here.

We'll get you a lawyer.

Excuse me.
Thank you.

What are they doing?

I'm not sure.

Could you stand up please?

Thanks.

It's gonna be okay, Robbie.

This is not
normal procedure.

Deakins.

I'll be right there.
Excuse me.

What is this?
Where's your captain?

I thought he was here.
He must have a meeting.

Focus in.

Focus in. Focus in.

What's he doing?

It's a technique I taught him
to cope with stress.

He's stressed.
That's good.

What are you doing?
I want to see in there.

We don't want light
seeping in from here.

Yeah, his sister told us

that he's afraid
of the dark.

We'll see.

Don't do that.

Please. He has
a real phobia of the dark.

His sister also told us
that he doesn't like

certain kinds
of music.

Especially house music.

We're piping it
into his room.

What are you people
trying to do?

Trying to raise
his stress level

until he tells us what
he did to Aidan Grant.

You stop this right now.

It's coercive.
It's cruel.

Oh, it's not much worse

than if you were
at Rikers at night

and somebody was
blasting their radio.

You know whatever he says
it'll be under duress.

It's meaningless.
He'll say whatever

you want to hear
just to make it stop.

Is that what you told
the soldiers at Fort Bragg?

To tell the interrogators
what they want to hear?

I'm not here to talk
about my work.

Robbie's a piece
of your work.

You're only here
because you're afraid

of what he's gonna say.

No.

I'm here to see no harm
is done to him.

Oh, right. No harm is done.
Your oath.

Hippocratic oath.

How did that square with what
you did in Guantanamo?

What do you know
about that?

We know about
your nightmares.

Your guilt.

That you were torn
between two loyalties.

Your oath
and your country.

They expected you
to do things there

that were against
your medical ethics.

We are fighting terrorists.

With terror.

"What does that make me?"

Is that what
you ask yourself?

I set limits
on the interrogations.

They were your limits.

Your ethics were
being pushed back.

They were using you.

If I hadn't been there,

it would've been
much worse.

They were using the position
you were in as a doctor.

The prisoners trusted you.

They trusted their doctor.

They told me what
they were afraid of.

And then you told
the interrogators.

Yes. I decided
how much noise.

How much light and darkness
to subject them to.

I monitored
their stress levels.

To maximize their terror.

It was my job.

My job.

Please. Don't leave
Robbie in there.

The damage he'll suffer--

And good things come from
difficult experiences.

Because good data comes
from inhuman experiments?

You broke down
his defenses.

You broke down
his personality.

Was that to force him
to trust you?

What was the idea?

Was it to extract something
good from what you did?

To justify something that
was beyond justification.

It was to forgive yourself.

Come on. It was
to forgive yourself.

I--

I came back.

I didn't recognize myself.

I didn't want to believe
that what I took part in,

what I did was evil.

Now please, for God sake--

No.

Not until you tell us
what you did.

You want me to stop
what's going in there?

Tell us what you did.
Tell us the truth.

Tell us how you made
Robbie into a killer.

No, I didn't mean it.

He called me.
He called me Sunday morning.

He was out of his mind.
He had a psychotic break.

He said he killed
that man

because of the music.

I--I--

I felt that I owed him.

To protect him.

At least that.

Please. Please.
Turn the light on now.

Get him out of there.

Oh.

New Entry

Focus in. Focus in.

Thank God. Thank God.

Dr. Pynchon,
you're under arrest

for kidnapping,
reckless endangerment,

and obstruction.

Let's get him a lawyer.

I'll be offering a plea
to involuntary manslaughter

pending a psychiatric
evaluation.

My guess is he'll end up
in a hospital.

Everybody told us he'd
never hurt a fly.

Torture changed him.

Hmm.

Evil changes everybody.