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So what's it gonna be, Brian?

You ready to become somebody who matters?

- Brian is lost in the world...
- Don't move. Hands in the air.

And I can believe that he
is mixed up with this drug.

Excuse me, everyone, I'm robbing the place.

- Your dad used to be an attorney, right?
- Yeah.

If you want to talk to him,
why don't you hire him?

You made a deal with us, but you're
still entitled to an attorney.

Did you think Dad was
acting strange last night?

I... think he's a little suspicious

about how you got here.

Dad?

It is dangerous if I tell you the truth.

I don't care. I would die for you.

There is a drug,

and it's called NZT.

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And when I take it, my brain is, like...

Aw, Dad, I'd have to be on
it to describe it to you.

Why don't you try.

I'm the version of myself
that I've always wanted to be.

I'm the version of myself that
you've always wanted me to be.

I'm unlocked... We talked for...

I don't know how long it was, actually.

I lost track of time.

I told him a lot,

but he's still in the
dark about Senator Morra,

which is definitely better for both of us.

It felt so good to have him
back in my life in a real way.

It felt good, that is...
right up until the end.

Brian, we need to get you out of this.

Well, they kind of have me over a barrel.

That's the whole point.

No. No, they want you to believe
that you're over a barrel.

So let's just take a look
what's happening here, okay?

You're the sole subject of a secret

and probably illegal clinical trial.

God knows what that drug
is doing to your body.

- I feel fine.
- But you know what, Brian?

This is not gonna work out well.

It's gonna work out badly.

Because nothing stays secret.

And you're probably gonna wind up...

you're probably gonna wind up in jail.

Or if any those guys whose...

asses are on the line...

think that they can nip
this problem in the bud,

you'll wind up dead.

Think of this as a ladder,
and you're at the bottom

of this ladder.

Once all this information comes out,

once it comes to light,
every rung on that ladder

is gonna disavow the rung below...

and nobody is gonna give
a damn about Brian Finch.

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Come on, what's the hold up now?

Aw, Dietz wants us on
that rooftop by nightfall.

We keep getting held up like this,

we ain't never gonna get there.

What's going on up there?!

Checking something
out... Bag on the road.

Let's go!

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Holy crap, man.

You're really a full-blown agent?

Special agent, thank you very much.

Congrats, brother...
you deserve it.

They taking applications from
the... differently abled?

Relax, man. I already know they don't.

You already have a job anyway.

Packing shelves. $12 an hour.

Mm. At least Kristen's...

pulling extra shifts at the hospital.

Only way we can afford this palace.

You're gonna find your thing.

Seriously.

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So you just think and it moves?

It's got a wireless connection
to my motor cortex, so I...

I just think about what I want it to do...

That's incredible.

Not even the best part.

Look, I'm gonna... I'm
gonna close my eyes now.

Go ahead and... touch one of my fingers.

It's the ring finger.

There are pressure sensors
on the arm and hand

connected to my sensory cortex.

So you can feel things?

It's a brave new world, brother.

Look, I... I know you pulled strings

to get me into the beta test.

Thank you.

I wrote a letter.

After that, it was all you.

Well, I was, uh...

I was talking to Kristen last night.

I think I might... go back to school,

get a degree in teaching.

Imagine what those kids will think,

new teacher walks in the
room with a Terminator arm?

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911. What is the exact
location of your emergency?

I'm in my apartment. I think she's dead.

Kristen's dead.

I think we should look
into 24-hour surveillance.

Get Martinez on the
horn, make sure he has the resources

- to go round the clock.
- This might be him. This is Boyle.

What?

Wait, wait, wait. Slow down.

No. Tell me exactly what happened.

A favor for Boyle, you say?

Do tell.

Okay. This is serious.

Boyle served with a ranger named Aaron Shaw.

Last night, Shaw was arrested
for murdering his wife.

The NYPD claims he choked her to death.

Aaron claims he didn't do it. He has...

I guess what you could call an alibi.

What is it?

The NYPD detectives

who arrested him are apparently
laughing at his story,

so... Boyle wants to see if you can help.

Well, what's his alibi?

I think you should hear
it straight from Aaron.

Hmm. Ike. Chaser.

Hey, brother.

So, this is the guy I
was telling you about...

Brian Finch.

He's good with... complicated stuff,

and I think he might be
able to help you out.

Okay.

What's going on?

My wife died last night.

Kristen died last night.

What happened?

I was standing right there when it happened.

I watched the light... go out of her eyes.

So there was someone else in your apartment?

Did you try to stop him?

It was just-just me and her.

My hand was wrapped around Kristen's throat.

Then when it was over,

I called 911.

I'm sorry, Mr. Shaw...

it sounds like you're saying

- you killed your wife.
- No. Look,

I was attached to the
thing that killed Kristen.

I didn't do it... It was this thing.

My arm.

It went crazy or something.
It strangled Kristen to death,

but I wasn't controlling it...
It was acting on its own.

I tried to-to pry the fingers off,

I tried to-to power

the thing down... Nothing worked.

So you're saying that you're innocent

but your arm... your arm is guilty?

Yes.

I know how it sounds... Believe me...

But it's what happened.

I did not kill Kristen.

I would never kill her.

It was my...

arm.

So you're saying that your arm...

came to life on its own?

I know it sounds insane.
We-we were washing dishes.

That's exactly what happened.

And has anything like
this ever happened before?

I mean, not like this...

Never, not so much a twitch.
I would've told someone.

I tried to pull the Jake arm off...
that's what they call it...

I tried to pull it off, but it was...

locked onto Kristen's throat like a vice.

Aaron, is there anything else

you can tell us, anything at all

that can back up your story?

I have no idea what happened.

Maybe, uh...

someone hacked it.

Maybe it just went crazy on its own.

I need help.

I get it, I do. It sounds insane, but...

I've been through a lot
with this guy, and...

sure as hell the NYPD's not gonna
bother investigating his story.

I'll help.

He's your friend. I'll help.

There's no way.

In my opinion, it'd be close to impossible.

Whoa. What is this place?

We're called CRAFT.

The Center for the Research of
Advanced and Future Threats.

We were funded to keep our military

at the vanguard of technology.

Our job is to imagine threats

that don't exist yet.

We predict the way wars will
be fought in the future,

and...

we're ready when the time comes.

Is that a jet pack?

It's not a jet pack the way
you're thinking jet pack.

It's called the Vayu Project,

after the Hindu god of wind.

It's designed to help
anyone in reasonable shape

to run like a jaguar.

That is awesome!

Do you guys rent that out by the hour?

Nah.

No.

All right, let me see if I got this right.

So you guys invent cool gadgets,

and then you hand them out
to people to use on missions?

You're basically Q.

You're, like, the real-life Q.

Quentin, actually.

Uh, but... it's not the first time

that comparison has been made.

That's because it's totally legit.

I mean, your name even starts with a Q.

So you really think it's impossible

for someone to hack one
of the arms you designed?

I'm a scientist, so I could never say

anything is 100% certain.

But in this case, I'm willing to bet...

almost everything I have that the arm

fitted to Aaron Shaw... wasn't breached.

How can you be so sure?

Everyone knows that anything
with an operating system

and a signal can, in theory, be hacked.

That's why the arms fabricated here

use a wireless tech

from a company called Carreon Technologies.

Their defense strategies

are deeply multilayered.

We got the best people out there

to go after each of the 30
arms in the beta program.

Not one could make an inch of progress.

Excuse... Hey, can...

Thank you.

I understand that you wrote
a letter of recommendation

for Aaron Shaw

to the beta program.

I did.

I wish I could tell you that there
was a decent chance that your friend

didn't murder his wife...

but I can't.

We-we hired the smartest
people on the planet

to try to hack this project.

No one could do it.

"Smartest people on the planet"

couldn't do it, man!

Sounds like Quentin just
threw down the gauntlet.

Spelman, I'm gonna prove that
there's at least a chance

that your friend is telling the truth.

I'm gonna get past the
security on one of those arms.

I'm gonna hack the un-hackable.

- I appreciate the help.
- One thing.

What is hacking?

Seriously?

Well, I mean, I know in the movies

there's usually a montage where
they play really serious music,

even though you're just
watching somebody type

really, really fast, and then it says, like,

"server acquired," and then
boom, something's hacked.

Did it for the lulz,

all that good stuff. I just don't know

what happens during the typing part.

Or even what the word
"hacking" means exactly.

So as it turns out, the reason movies

just show a montage, they do it that way

because hacking is boring.

I mean, I could tell you

about programming languages
or how I got in touch

with Everywhere, a hacker collective

that schooled me in basics, but really?

Wouldn't you just rather
be watching some Vines

of things blowing up instead?

My new hacktivist friends at Everywhere

said there was absolutely no way

I could hack into Quentin's prosthetic arm.

But.. those guys were good for the basics.

I left them behind with
about a week of practice.

Eventually, it was up to me.

Well, me and NZT.

I started timing my doses so
I'd get hack time at night.

And finally, after a bunch of time

practicing in between everything else,

I think I finally got somewhere.

Dad. What are you doing here?

You haven't answered your
phone for days, Brian.

I know. It's because I was busy doing...

computer stuff.

So, do you remember Rick Lindgren?

We used to do pro bono work for the ACLU

back in the old days.

So, he's in private practice now,

and he does work occasionally
with guys like you...

People who work for military contractors

or law enforcement... so...

I told him about your situation.

Dad...

I told you that in confidence.

I don't know what... Why would you do that?

I trust him, Brian.

Rick thinks that

there's a way for you to get out
of this contract with the FBI.

How? I did those things.

- I ran from the police. I held up a bank.
- But you wouldn't

have done those things
if you weren't in fear

for your life, isn't that right?

You didn't know who was chasing you.

You didn't know if the guy who killed
Eli Whitford was gonna come after you.

You did all those things under duress.

What does that... does that
mean that they can't charge me?

No, no. It means that you'll have

a legal defense if they do... not to
mention that drug that you've been taking,

which certainly interfered
with your judgment.

Mm... that's not how NZT works.

How do you know how this drug works?

Nobody knows how this drug works,

not even the government.

Or they wouldn't be using
you as a guinea pig.

And if they decide to go after you

for walking away, we will see them in court.

We will depose

every last one of them

and make them admit that they are running

a secret medical experiment on a scared kid

who actually hasn't hurt anyone.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I don't want to burn the place down, Dad.

Right.

This is a fight, Brian, a fight.

You remember what I told you about fighting?

Mm... if I had to get in one,

to be sure to throw the
first punch. I get that.

- But...
- That's right.

You can be sure they're gonna back off

once they know that
we're serious about this.

But we're gonna need some real,

tangible leverage to make this work,

so you're gonna have to go on record

with the details of your
agreement with the FBI...

NZT and everything.

On record?

We need video.

And we need the government
to know that we have it.

Okay, so Rick wants you to
go to his office tomorrow

and make the tape.

I know it's scary. Believe me, I know.

This is how it's got to go.
This is the only way

we'll be able to get you out of this.

When my dad said he'd
get me free of the FBI,

I didn't think he'd actually
find a way to do it.

You hacked my arm.

How?

How did you do it?

Well, Q, it wasn't easy, I'm not gonna lie.

Um... let's see, basically, I started by...

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That is how I did it, my friend.

And it turns out...

your mind-control robot
arm is hackable after all.

And it looks like someone
took advantage of that

to murder Kristen Shaw.

Who are you?

Wow. That's...

kind of a complicated question.

I like to think I'm somewhat
of a late bloomer.

There are...

a handful of minds

out there who could do what you did.

What are you doing working
at an FBI field office?

Well, I work at the CJC, man.

It's not just any old field office.

I have nothing against civil service,

but what you do, at its core, is...

reactive.

If you worked here,

with me...

the world would react to what you did.

Damn, man, that is...

it's flattering.

I'm not exactly on the open market, though.

The FBI has got me pretty
well... locked down.

Ah-ah-ah.

I'll give you whatever terms you want.

Jet pack privileges?

We are living in the age of marvels, Brian.

A lot of that starts right here.

Wow.

It's tempting.

It is tempting. But I don't know,

I got a pretty good gig where I
am... the perks are pretty great.

I'll match it.

Ah, see? That is the one
thing that you cannot do.

So if you

could hack that arm, so could anyone else.

I wouldn't say anyone else.

But yes, it is at least possible
that Aaron didn't kill his wife.

Here's to hunting hackers.

I think you guys should
take a look at something.

Earlier this morning,

a U.S. Postal Service van

swerved violently across
several lanes of traffic,

causing serious injuries and
closing all southbound lanes.

The driver of the van, who
escaped with minor injuries,

is making bizarre claims

about what caused the 20-car pileup.

I know what it sounds
like, but I'm telling you,

it wasn't me.

The arm just... grabbed
the wheel and took over.

It was so sudden, I couldn't stop it.

It wasn't me.

It was the arm.

So... the accident on the BQE,

that wasn't the only arm that went crazy.

Not even close.

I'm s-sor... I'm not doing this.

This piece was influenced

by Roy Lichtenstein, the artist cited...

Over and over again that day,

people from the beta test at CRAFT

lost control of their arms.

I have it on good authority

the reviewer from the
Times is coming tonight.

So I want you guys on the top of your game.

You chopped off my fingers!

So if I may coin a phrase...

it's basically

Arm-ageddon out there.

Oh, come on, guys, that's basic.

Arm-ageddon.

- Come on, that's...
- We get it.

- I'll laugh later. Promise.
- Mm.

Fortunately,

CRAFT powered down the rest of
the prosthetic arms remotely.

So the incident...

Whatever you want to call it...

Is over.

So now it's a case for the CJC.

But if there is someone out there

that can hack into those arms,

then God knows what all he could do.

So we will coordinate with Cyber

to figure out who did it and why.

It's the "why" that I
can't get my head around.

The attacks seem so random.

On the one hand, you've got the murder

of Kristen Shaw and a 20-car pileup,

and on the other, you've got
a bunch of juvenile pranks.

But the pranks suggest
a cyber-collective, no?

Mm, I don't know about that.

I mean, I spent a bunch of time

with Everywhere when they
were teaching me how to hack,

and not any of them know how
to get past CRAFT's security.

We've got a murder...

and a guy who's pressing a
bunch of elevator buttons.

The only thing that connects
the attacks is the arms,

so the only motives I can think of

are to taint the Prosthetics Project or...

one of the contractors that they hired.

Someone with a grudge...
That means inside knowledge.

Let's find him.

So Boyle and Rebecca
interviewed everyone at CRAFT,

along with all the major contractors

who worked on the Jake Project.

While they did that, I got
the pleasure of reading

all their employee files.

But I kept one ear on the interviews.

It was an endless stream
of confused denials.

After all, why would they sabotage a project

they'd all devoted years to?

I was just about ready to pack it in,

and that's when I heard it.

Let me put something out
there and see if the cat licks it up.

Strange expression, right?

I've heard it before. Very recently.

Do you remember when you were
watching Vinesof explosions

and I was learning how to hack?

I was talking to the code
jockeys in Everywhere,

and there was this one user...

The screen name was BlackFlagBaby,

and they used that phrase all the time.

Let me put something out there
and see if the cat licks it up.

I'd love to help,

but I don't see how this
came from one of us.

Hey. Who was that?

Ellen Kang... she's the
head engineer at Carreon.

They put the wireless tech in those
prosthetics. Why?

- I'm pretty sure she leads a double life.
- Excuse me.

Okay, I'd be willing to bet that Ellen Kang

is also a hacker who goes
by the name BlackFlagBaby,

she's part of Everywhere,

and she's got some pretty radical beliefs.

You know, like anarchy in the streets,

rivers run red with capitalist blood,

all that fun stuff.

If Kang really is...

you said BlackFlagBaby...

is she capable of pulling off
what happened this morning?

I mean, I'd check her computers.

She could definitely be the
one behind Arm-pocalypse Now.

- Give it to me.
- No way.

That was Aaron Shaw's brother.
Aaron was originally

denied bail, but based
on what happened today,

he's been granted a new hearing.

Now, it's a good first step,

but if we want the charges
dismissed outright,

we need to find the person
responsible for the hack.

Well, good news... There's a decent chance

you were just talking to her.

Let me explain.

Brian thinks the woman we
were just talking to...

I didn't make the decision
to blow off my dad all at once.

I just kind of deferred to it

until I was home in front of Sinbad.

I texted an excuse and shut off my phone.

I figure that'd buy me a night of peace.

Why did you turn your phone off?

Oh, hey.

I've been trying to get in
touch with you for two hours.

Yeah, I've been dodging a call from my dad.

Isn't that what caller I.D. is for?

Well, in my experience, I've
learned that some situations

are best weathered entirely
off the grid. What's up?

You were right about Ellen Kang.

Carreon gave us access

to her computers.

We found the source code

for the program used to hack CRAFT

right there in her files.

What, you just found it out in the open?

Well, she used the same computer to log on

to Everywhere-affiliated sites
under the name BlagFlagBaby.

We have her in custody.
She's denying everything,

but if we can get a statement out of her,

this will all be over soon.

Hmm.

- Hmm?
- I don't know,

it just seems really easy, doesn't it?

A sophisticated hacker

just leaving her code out for us to find?

Maybe she never thought
we'd come looking for her.

I thought you could dig
around those sites tonight,

see if there's anything
else that can link her to...

You know you wanted to say "Arm-ageddon."

I saw it.

I saw you almost say it.

Just say it.

The crimes.

Hey, what's the rush?

Do you have to be anywhere?

It's, you know..

Beer o'clock.

Or we have smokables.

Which, as a federal agent,
probably doesn't interest you.

What is it?

Uh... what do you mean?

You usually say "beer o'clock"

when you want to talk about something.

I told
my dad about all this.

My gig at the FBI, NZT,

the whole shebang.

You told me that I could hire
him as my attorney, remember?

Mm-hmm.

Well...

he did not react like I had expected.

I mean, he thinks that I need out.

He thinks that

he can make that happen.

I just have to...

go on video and talk about everything.

Are you looking for a way out?

No. That's the thing.

I'm not.

Well, just tell him that.

I can't. We'll be back...

I mean, he's so gung ho on this.

And that'll put us back...
right at square one,

where things are weird and...

and estranged...

No, this is different.

Things were estranged
because you were lying to him.

Now he knows the truth.

That's right, I guess.

Oh.

You're not used to disagreeing
with your father, are you?

Brian, you're an adult.

If he's gonna be in your life,

he has to respect your choices.

He'll come around.

She made it sound so simple.

Almost as simple as
figuring out that Ellen Kang

was the one behind Arm-ageddon.

Ike, have you spent much time

thinking about the idea of a patsy?

I know how it looks.

The code was on my computer,
but I swear I didn't do it.

I'm sorry. He, uh,

insisted I pass you this right away.

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It was about the money...
Quite a bit of it, actually.

I mean, I just couldn't get over the fact

that catching Ellen Kang seemed so easy.

It was, like, too easy. Right?

I mean, wouldn't she have
done a better job hiding

or encrypting her work?

It was almost as if we caught
the tail end of an alley-oop.

So I started to wonder if
it was possible to profit

from the events of Arm-ageddon.

I had a little look-see

behind yesterday's trading activities...

Did you hack the New York Stock Exchange?

I just took a little
peek behind the curtain.

No harm, no foul.

- Uh...
- Okay?

- Okay.
- So,

as you'd expect, most stock of companies

affiliated with the Prosthetics Project

took a huge hit after Arm-ageddon.

But the shell company,

Eve's Mother,

made a handsome profit by shorting the stock

of the conglomerate that owns Carreon.

About $40 million.

It's almost as if the
person behind Eve's Mother

knew what was gonna happen.

Who's that?

Normally it'd be impossible to say,

since the shell corporation is
based in the Cayman Islands,

and by default not subject
to any of our laws...

But you had a little look-see?

I didn't have to.

Yesterday, when I read all the employee

and contractor files at CRAFT,
I noticed one of them

had an application essay that mentioned

the applicant's very first
programming effort...

Eve's Mother.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you Kenny Sumida,

progenitor of Eve's Mother and
midlevel employee at Carreon.

So you think this guy set up his
boss and made millions doing it?

I do.

Then he's Kristen's killer, too.

Where is he?

I poked around behind
Kenny's firewall... he stole

five different identities
over the past few days,

and you know what they all have in common?

They all had flights
departing JFK last night,

each to non-extradition countries.

That's why Kenny picked them.

Working under your theory that

he assumed one of these identities,

he could be in any one of these countries.

And then if you add in connecting flights...

He could be anywhere in the world right now.

Where in the world is Kenny Sumida?

So it turns out the only thing worse

than trying to catch a flight at JFK

is trying to catch a suspect

trying to catch a flight at JFK.

The place is a madhouse,

and finding Kenny Sumida
in last night's crowd

really is like playing Where's Waldo?

I did spot three out of the
five passengers Kenny hacked,

so that ruled out three of the five cities.

Okay, Kenny's headed to Cape Verde or Dubai.

Now, Cape Verde is
beautiful this time of year,

but my guess is Kenny's gonna
blow some of his new cash

in the shopping capital of the world.

We just heard from the passenger
who was headed to Dubai.

The airline texted him that
the flight was canceled.

I'll bet you Kenny sent that text.

Pause that!

Hello, Kenny.

Why do you think that's Kenny Sumida?

He's wearing a keffiyeh, but
he has the bottom corners

tucked into his headband.

That's not how they do it

in Qatar, the Emirates or Saudi Arabia.

That is... made up.

Also, he's wearing New Balance shoes.

Kenny just bought super wide shoes online...

Cyber told me that.

New Balances are the
best shoes on the market

for people who have wide...

feet.

Kenny.

What?

I have total recall, and
my brother has flat feet.

Even if that is him, that
footage is from last night,

so his flight would have landed hours ago.

We've got no legal way to get him back here.

What if we have a slightly...

extra-legal way of doing it?

Don't worry. I'm not hacking.

I'm talking to my new hacktivist friends

in Everywhere about Dubai.

It's a consumer paradise,

located in one of the most desirable

non-extradition countries in the world.

But it's also one of the most
socially restrictive places

in the world... which makes
it easy to get kicked out of.

Lots of people had ideas. Toad To Hell.

What if we frame him for
sleeping with the prince's wife?

We're trying to get him
deported, not beheaded.

Andrew Jackson's Goiter had a point.

We had to zero in on a crime

that would get Kenny deported, not killed.

Ah, not now.

It took a while... everyone in
Everywhere likes to argue...

But eventually they got
down to the technical stuff.

My mom always sends me Vines

of kittens doing really cute stuff.

Here, you can look at those
while we get this sorted out.

When we were done, we had
settled on a strategy.

Now, it had a few steps,
and it took a few days.

First, we hacked a bunch of
digital ads and billboards.

Then we Photoshopped some
pictures of Kenny doing

a bunch of stuff you're not

supposed to be doing in the UAE.

It's a really long list.

So stage one was designed to get authorities

to take a look at Kenny.

In stage two, we sent a
package in Kenny's name

to every resort in the country.

12 pounds of bacon...

Enough to be considered intent to sell.

And we also threw in a few vibrators

in each package.

Now, I'm not aware of
any specific provisions

against sex toys in the UAE,

but I figured, hey, there's
no way they're fans.

The upshot? Within 72 hours
of those packages landing,

Kenny Sumida was back on American soil.

Okay, so yeah, you got me
deported from the Emirates.

I shorted some Carreon stock.

Sounds like other than that...

I should walk out of here.

Kenny, we have so much more than that.

We have the source code

from the hacking program you tried to delete

from your desktop; we have the research

that you did into the people
whose arms you hacked;

we have the fact that
you stole the identities

of five people heading to
non-extradition countries;

and we have you, who, frankly,

in front of a jury looks like a
walking guilty verdict to me.

You're facing charges of theft,

assault, dozens of cyber crimes,

and now the murder of Kristen Shaw.

You should have stuck to pranks, Kenny.

You care to tell us why you
added murder one to the mix?

What happens if I talk?

We tell the U.S. Attorneys
that you were cooperative,

and it makes a huge difference.

Can I help you with something?

Well, maybe you can.

I'm looking for my son.

Okay. I hacked the arms.

I shorted the stock. I set up Ellen Kang.

But you have to understand one thing...

I did not kill anyone.

Why should we believe you?

Your story's not coming together.

It's not making sense.

Brian. You have a visitor upstairs.

- Dad.
- Ah.

What's going on? What are you doing here?

You've been avoiding me, Brian,

so I thought I'd come down and find out why.

I know when you're trying
to ditch me, Brian.

I'm always gonna find you.

You think you'd know that by now.

I'm not avoiding you, Dad.

I'm avoiding this conversation.

Well, isn't that the same thing?

No. No.

Dad...

Oh...

Okay. This drug...

And this is gonna be hard for
you to get your head around...

But... this drug, I think it's
making me a better person.

I mean, it's a work in progress.

I'm still confronting my fears...

The fear of confrontation being one of them,

and definitely the fear
of confrontation with you.

Just say it, Brian. Come on, out with it.

I don't want to sue the FBI.

I definitely don't want them to sue me.

Is it because you're worried about...

I'm not.

No, I just...

As weird as all this is,

I don't think I want out of it.

I brought you into all this

because I wanted you back in my life,

not because I wanted you
to rescue me from it.

You are being held
hostage by the FBI, Brian,

and you're telling me that you're fine?

As much as I can say that about my life,

yeah.

Yeah.

And people figure out what
they're supposed to do

in all kinds of weird ways, right?

- Yes, but there's a difference between
- Yeah.

Complacency and contentment.

Now, what I can't distinguish
and what I am positive

that you can't distinguish
is how much of this decision

is being driven by the drug.

I mean, if your passion is law enforcement,

you can have a career in law enforcement.

No, I can't. Not like this.

Yeah, because you want
to take the easy route.

You just want to skip honest, hard work.

No, Dad. It's because the only
reason they want me is NZT.

Oh, come on.

That drug is what made
me someone who matters.

Oh, please. You mattered
way before any of this.

I can't show you something
that you don't want to see.

I can't help you if you
won't let me help you.

I don't need your help.

I got this.

Look, what I want more than anything,

what I've always wanted more than anything,

is to make you proud.

If you don't agree with my decision,

if you think I'm doing the wrong thing...

I'll just have to find
a way to live with that.

I'll tell Rick Lindgren to stand down.

All right, at least I got the truth.

Okay.

- All right.
- Yeah.

So between all three transfers,

we're looking at a total of $200,000?

That would corroborate his story.

Thank you.

Who was that?

Long story.

And I want to hear yours first.
How'd it go with your dad?

Uh... can I fill you in tomorrow?

I'm, like, all talked out for tonight.

Yeah. Okay. Well, we
just spent the last hour

getting a statement from Kenny Sumida.

Long-winded, but not without a point.

He recruited someone from
the Prosthetics Project

to be a practice dummy for the hack.

Paid $200,000 to have regular
access to the Jake arm.

Wow. So Kenny had an accomplice.

A right-hand man.

Is that, like, the same thing?

I was trying to do a pun.

"Do" a pun?

Brian, the point is

that his recruit caught
wind of what he was doing

and he took advantage of the timing.

By blending in with Sumida's army. Arm-ee.

See? Short. Fun.

It's reaching.

Reaching. That's good, too.

You're getting better.

All right, Kenny's recruit.

Was it who I think it is?

It was looking bad for a
while, but I really think

I have a good chance now. Thank you.

Congratulations, Aaron.

You made bail!

Seems like a waste of hard-earned money,

considering you're gonna
be heading right back.

What are you talking about?

We know Sumida hired you
so he could practice.

What he didn't know was

you must've wanted out of your marriage

and he had just given you
the perfect exit ramp.

You killed Kristen, then you blamed it

- on the mass hack.
- That's absurd.

Ah. Well, the one thing
I can't figure out...

is why you did it a day before

the other attacks.

She must have found the
money Sumida gave you,

- started asking questions.
- You're gonna try to prove that in court?

My word... a decorated vet...
Against some hacker?

Best of luck with that, buddy.

Yeah, I have a blind spot when
it comes to people I served with.

Otherwise, I would have figured
out what you are a lot sooner.

But it's not just gonna
be your word against Kenny's.

You see, at the scene of
every attack Sumida planned...

there was a camera.

The museum,

the restaurant, the elevator...

even inside the post office van,

there was a security cam on the dashboard...

But at your house, where
you murdered Kristen,

guess what we couldn't find.

How in the hell was Kenny Sumida supposed

to control your arm if he
couldn't see what he was doing?

Boom! Boyle for the win!

Yeah, I don't think your
trial's gonna go down

the way you think it's going to.

Well, whatever happens,
in the meantime, have fun

getting punched in the face.

What the hell?

I know, it's annoying, right?

Man, my brothers used to do that

to me all the damn time.

I passed the code I hacked your arm with

to my new buddies at Everywhere.

Yeah. So if you hit
yourself from now to the end

of the trial,

that's just them saying hello.

Ah.

- Hello, Mr. Finch.
- Agent Pouran,

- I promise you this won't take long.
- Mm-hmm.

So, I think you know that I recently

have taken on my son as a client.

- I'm a lawyer.
- Oh.

Should I be calling mine?

We were considering legal
action against the CJC,

but Brian decided not to press charges.

I suspected that he would back down, so...

I started filing for conservatorship

on the grounds that he wasn't capable

of making clear decisions right now.

So I should be calling my lawyer.

No, I don't want to
expose Brian to the courts

if he doesn't want me to.

And I figured I'd have a better chance

appealing to you as one parent to another.

You're familiar

with the doctrine of parens patriae?

- Mm-hmm.
- The notion of the state

having an obligation to act as a parent

when dealing with those who
require special protection.

The young and the mentally ill.

And the drug-addicted.

And no matter how you slice
it, that's what Brian is.

By your hand.

And if I don't have the civil right to...

take care of my son,

and if my son won't let me protect him...

I need to know that someone will.

Well, we'll look after Brian.

I will look after Brian.

But, Mr. Finch, I think
you underestimate your son.

From everything I've seen

since I first crossed paths with Brian...

he does a pretty good job
looking after himself.

Well, that's good and fine,
but let me be clear.

If my son is hurt...

or, God forbid, if he's killed...

I'm holding you responsible.

I know who you are, I
know you come from money,

and I know that people
like you tend to feel safe

from the consequences of their action.

Examine that feeling.

Get nervous.

Because let me tell you, Agent Pouran,

if my son doesn't survive this intact...

you're going to jail.

Hey.

Hey. Can you come out and play?

What? What's going on? I thought
we were done for the day.

Oh, we are. There's just...

there's something I want you to see.

Oh, come on, Brian, I know
you had a really big talk

with your father last night, and...

it's complicated... Complicated enough

to make you want to take a break

from being a grown-up, you want to...

Come on.

No way! D-Don't even tell
me! Is that what I think it is?

Remember that guy from CRAFT, Quentin?

Yes! Well, he came by the office
the other day to ask me out.

Just, uh, coffee. Not a big deal.

But after I told him I was seeing someone,

he asked if I would give you this.

Ha!

- Q.
- He said to call him if you ever want to dabble

in the interesting stuff in your free time.

And in the meantime, he said you could
spend the whole weekend with this.

What?!

That's amazing!

Oh, my God!

Whoo!