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It's alphanumeric.

There's only one way it would work on that dial.

Is this real?

Seventh century.

B.C.E., of course.

I'm sorry. I must've said it a thousand times.

No, actually, this is the first time you've said it.

Blackmail will not work.

My marriage was over years ago.

Somebody has been illegally feeding

you and your campaign millions of dollars,

and we can prove it. If we helped you get

your case back, would you help us?

Yes.

- So, what's my part? - Nothing.

You're cutting me out?

As long as you stick to the prescribed route,

none of the alarms get activated.

Sensor error. Reset. Reset.

We're good.

We developed techniques on how

to manipulate populations.

The Algorithms of Control.

Did he have any proof?

He said he had a guy who was bringing him proof, who was on

the AeroDelhi flight disappeared last year.

...disappearance have not been resolved,

and terrorism has not been ruled out.

Are you in position?

I'll be there.

Why would Crowley kill his own candidate?

'Cause this wasn't about winning the presidency.

This was about passing the Shared Data Act.

When that happens,

Crowley gains access to thousands

of data points on every single American.

And with that, he can control anyone.

He wants power. He wants a regime of his own,

and he wants it right here.

You think he's trying to reach Valence?

Maybe he had a back channel going.

Emailing a dead friend

is a level beyond exhaustion.

Tell them I had no choice.

Miles, no!

In the wake of the shocking assassination

of Senator Nora Evers,

a groundswell of support has propelled

her controversial Shared Data Bill

to an early vote on the Senate floor.

Renamed in her honor, the Nora Evers American Protection Act

will allow select private companies

access to U.S. citizens' government records

and consumer data.

Nora Evers' Shared Data Act is expected to pass

by an overwhelming margin in two days.

The president has promised to sign it that day,

at which point the U.S. government will begin to share

all of its data acquisition and monitoring resources

with three private technology firms selected by Congress:

Termina Systems, CKB Digital,

and Arda Analytics.

In other news...

♪ Blind hope ♪

♪ Blind visions ♪

♪ Blind center ♪

♪ One center ♪

♪ Blind living ♪

♪ And seeing ♪

♪ Blind hell, blind hell ♪

♪ Blind visions ♪

♪ And no reasons for action ♪

♪ Blind words... ♪

Run.

- John. - What the hell, Weir?

- Don't talk about my father. - What? I didn't!

- Bullshit. - John. John.

- That son of a bitch was telling people that my dad... - No, I haven't.

Weir, you're fucking crazy.

John, John. Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh?

It's in two hours. We have to study.

Oh, shit.

Let's go.

- What'd he say about your dad? - Nothing, but he was thinking it.

Listen, you can't have

assholes like that get in your head.

You have to focus on what really matters to you.

"When two go together, each will protect himself

and shield his companion."

"And when they fall, they'll leave an enduring name."

"Today,

"give me your aid, and you shall have mine.

What then can go amiss with us two?"

See?

I'm focused.

Yeah. Thanks to me.

I got to be honest.

This is a little disappointing.

Where's the pornography?

There is no pornography. She lied to us.

She wanted what was in the case, and she used us to get it.

These are just a bunch of numbers.

- Fuck. - Why would Evers go to so much trouble to get this?

Evers didn't do shit. We went to so much trouble.

Well, clearly she wanted it,

- so it's got to be worth something, but why? - I don't know.

I got to be honest.

This is a little disappointing.

These are just a bunch of numbers.

Maybe the Kompromat

wasn't sexual, maybe it was financial.

She stole a bunch of money, and this is the evidence?

I'd, I'd buy that.

I got to be honest.

This is a little disappointing.

You're all missing the point.

This briefcase was just a distraction

to keep you busy while I pursued my actual goal.

What is your actual goal?

Helping my friend pass the Data Act.

I got to be honest.

This is a little disappointing.

You think you can make sense of this?

Uh, I don't know. Two digits, a dash,

s-s-seven digits.

Those are probably corporate I.D. numbers.

And these 12-digit numbers could be LLCs.

How long would it take you

- to identify all of them? - John, we have to accept

there might not be enough time for that.

What'd you just say? Not enough time?

The president's gonna sign that bill in two days.

It's gonna take Homm that long just to...

What-what are we supposed to do? Just give up?

No, of course not. Johnathan, listen to me.

Look, all I've done is listen to you for five years.

All you've said is, we got to

stop Crowley, we got to stop Crowley,

or he'll take down America.

People have died trying to stop him.

My friends are dead. My fucking friends are dead!

Calm down.

Now you say you want the Data Act to pass?

What? I...

Weir, he never said that.

Ugh, gross.

Mom.

Don't you have a printer at work?

- Not for this stuff. - What happened to them?

Uh, they didn't finish their school applications.

What do you think I was printing out?

Why did you and Mom even have me?

Just to be mean to me all the time?

All right. Check your essay for typos.

God, Mom, I am.

What are you up to, you asshole?

Where are you going?

One of us needs to check on him.

No, just... don't-don't wake him up.

I've literally never seen him sleep.

Just leave him be.

Do they teach avoidance at the psychiatrist school?

Psychology.

And he is the one who's avoiding me, so...

So what? He's falling apart.

Listen, at the moment, he considers me to be the cause

of whatever ails him rather than the cure,

so it would be better if we just left him alone.

More gems of parenting wisdom.

- You make any sense of this lot? - Actually, yeah.

We got their corporate I.D. numbers

and the bank routing numbers.

This-this is a regional code.

Guys. - It's the same as this number.

He's gone. Fuck.

What?

Oh, man.

- Weir! - Homm.

- Oh, goddamn. - What...

Homm, get away from the window.

- Get over here. - Oh. Sorry.

I...

I'm not used to being a fugitive.

Sorry.

Murder suspect John Weir is still on the loos.

The public is urged to contact the authorities

with any information about the suspect

and any recent known whereabouts.

Welcome to Bart's.

He's not picking up his phone.

Uh, where are you going?

To find him.

Good luck.

Jesus, Ben, aren't you a little bit worried about him? Your son?

I worry about him all the time.

- Where will you even look? - I don't know.

Maybe he went to his ex-wife's.

I didn't know Weir even had an ex.

Uh, Ben, do you have her phone number?

- What? Um... - So she...

No. We were never very close.

Well, he can't have gone far,

unless he took the van, which is, I guess,

where I'll start.

Once we're granted access to the data,

we've got teams standing by to start filtering it immediately.

Hang on.

He's not even wearing a hat.

He's either playing poker or pumping nickel slots.

And he's logged in without using a VPN.

It's almost like he wants to get caught.

Well, oblige him.

Only don't underestimate this guy this time.

Let the cops go in first. Good?

All units, all units. 25420.

98% match-- murder suspect John Weir.

Hey.

I'm sorry I took off without telling you,

but I need to do this alone.

Do what? Attention, Bart's...

Look, we shouldn't be using phones right now, okay?

Tell me where you are, and we won't need to.

Can't do that.

- Weir, we don't have a lot of time. - I know,

and I'm trying to find some answers,

and I can do it faster on my own.

Answers to what?

Okay, Hailey, I'm hanging up.

Don't. Please. Weir, talk...

Do what? Attention, Bart's Platinum Members...

We shouldn't be using phones right now, okay?

Tell me where you are, and we won't need to.

Attention, Bart's Platinum Members...

Excuse me. I need your help over here, please.

Uh, yeah.

Buddy, how are you?

Dude, you got a problem?

I'm sorry, thought I recognized you from high school. Sorry.

Can I get an HDMI cable, please?

Uh, excuse me, sir. I'm just gonna have to check your bags.

What the hell? I got a receipt for everything.

Just doing my job, sir. Hold on.

- Weir. Oh. - Jesus Christ.

How the fuck did you find me?

I'm smart. I heard Bart's P.A. announcement

in the background when we were on the phone.

Shit. Does Ben know you're looking for me?

Does he know you're following me? Are you working with him?

- What is going on with you, Weir? - Nothing.

- I know that's not true. - Oh, please, honestly.

You're not yourself right now. You're paranoid.

No, no, no.

Paranoid is delusional. What I'm dealing with,

- not delusional. - Really? You accused

Ben of saying he wanted the Data Act to pass.

- I know. - He never said that.

I know.

But in my mind, there's a version of him that did.

What?

It's-it's how my mind works, okay? I-It's complicated.

If I can't find a rational explanation

for what's happening around me,

my mind just starts to visualize

every other possible scenario.

Until it finds the most logical one.

But every now and then,

I can't control it.

Valence knew how to pull me out. He knew what to say.

But he's not here right now, so, uh...

I'm having a little difficult time knowing what's really real.

Seriously?

Shit.

Behind me.

Unmarked gray SUV.

I thought I kept my head down. Come on.

- It's just a guy... - We got to catch this bus. Come on.

Go, go, go.

All the way in the back.

Weir!

Stop the bus. Weir! I need to get off.

You're late.

I took measures to make sure I wasn't followed.

So...

The next time, I suggest you leave some space

in your planning to accommodate these measures, no?

Hi. Hi.

Hey, um, who's the man?

What? W-Which man?

Who's the man?

Homm is the man.

Oh, did you figure out the stuff in the briefcase?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

It's-it's a road map to Crowley's operation. A...

Rosetta Stone of corruption.

Shell companies, bank accounts,

routing numbers, Social Security numbers.

Everyone who Crowley owns.

And it's a real who's who.

Uh, politicians, CEOs, journalists,

two Supreme Court judges.

And Crowley owns them? Mm-hmm.

How?

Blackmail.

Or probably got a few of them, uh, followers

of the gospel according to Crowley anyway.

Plus, he pays them a lot.

Must've cost a fortune. - Yeah, he doesn't give a shit

about that. It's the control.

Same as Evers. That's probably why she wanted the case so bad.

She wasn't afraid of it embarrassing her.

She wanted it for herself

'cause whoever has this info controls...

everything.

So, who do we bring it to?

We can't bring it to anyone.

Why the fuck not? Let's end this.

Um...

Wh... What?

Well, it's... I mean, it's just,

with all the powerful people on this list,

whoever we deliver it to, might just

turn it back over to Crowley.

So, then what was the plan? What was this

great plan that we've all been sticking to all along?

There might still be a play.

I-I suggest

we wait for Johnathan. Oh, well,

if the plan is waiting for Weir,

then we're all fucked.

I... I need help.

I don't have anyone to talk to, and I need to talk.

If I just go over things in my mind, I...

I get lost, and I...

We all get a little lost.

Jesus, I don't mean like that. I mean...

lost, like I literally can't tell the difference

between what's real and what's not.

Somehow, talking out loud helps.

I-I haven't slept for days.

This time,

there may have been too many possibilities, too many...

motivations, I...

I used to have a friend that would help me

get through times like this, but he died.

I'm very sorry.

Is there anyone else you're close to?

In my line of work,

it's best not to get close to anyone.

That sounds lonely.

Yeah.

Look, I didn't come here for some kind of console

or salvation or Hail Marys or whatever it is you do.

I-I just need someone to listen.

Do you think you can do that? Just-just listen

and keep it between us?

Just us and God.

God.

Great. Well, maybe he can tell me

what the fuck is going on because...

I don't have a lot of time. Two days, tops.

And I need to know what's happening, what's real,

or we're all fucked.

I got my friend-- my only friend--

trying to tell me that my father's been lying to me

this whole time, and... Your friend?

The dead one. Look, in my heart, I know he's dead, okay?

I watched him jump. I saw his face.

But what if it's just a setup? What if, what if it isn't real?

What if he's still alive, and he's trying to warn me and...

Goddamn it.

Sorry, Father. Excuse me.

Midtown Television Repair.

LIV John, it's me.

Look, I know I'm not supposed to call,

but a package came in the mail for you.

It's from Valence.

The whole deep state paramilitary apparatus

of the U.S. government has been looking

for this John Weir guy for weeks now,

and-and they expect us to believe they can't find him?

Man, they don't want to find him. Mm.

Because as soon as they find him,

we start to get answers, right? Right.

Answers about what really happened

to Edward Homm.

I'm gonna get those answers, folks. My source,

Zaius, he said he's gonna get me proof

that Ed is not dead.

And Edward Homm is

the story here.

The more I read about this guy, I mean,

you want to talk about an American hero.

Taking on fraud and corruption in big business

and government. Think about it. Can you think of one

other person in the last-- I don't know--

well, 2,000 years... That's too much, man.

...that has done more to fight

the evil and corruption that is so...

Hailey, did you hear that?

Morgan Shaw just keeps talking about you, huh?

He compared me to Jesus, and-and that's a little much, right?

I've heard crazier things. How many viewers does he have?

Um...

2.35 million.

- Woo-hoo! - Woo-hoo.

And it was just over 300,000 yesterday.

Oh, my God, you're famous.

Listen, I'm gonna go grab something to eat.

- Can I, can I get you anything? - Um...

No.

- That's okay. - Okay.

I said it here. I-I stand by it, too.

You can tweet about that all day long, listeners.

- Come on. - We're gonna get some letters.

One round-trip ticket to Yonkers, please.

Oh, hey. Hey?

Oh, hey, Rasche.

What are you doing slumming it here in Financial Crimes?

Because that's where my files are.

Which files?

All the Bureau's info on John Weir.

But your archivist just told me he can't locate any of it.

Oh, that must be frustrating.

If I find out that you're hiding material from me

that will help me in my investigation, I swear to God...

Well, if you're as effective at investigating me

as you are at investigating the murder of Edward Homm,

then I won't lose any sleep.

Anna!

Hey, Anna, do you know who sent this?

Uh, just some delivery guy.

Do you want me to call the store and find out who sent it?

No. Not just yet.

You're the woman from the car.

How do you know Weir?

Dating app.

No, seriously. I know everyone

who works for Weir.

I am someone who cares about John Weir.

Like you.

- Like me? - Yeah.

Lady, I don't know what he told you,

but he and I are not exactly close.

I don't know who Weir is to you,

but I can only imagine that he's Svengalied you

into running some sort of errand that is gonna...

Weir didn't kill anybody.

Oh. Oh, great.

I have proof.

John, I don't understand. How is Miles sending you stuff?

I don't know.

Is he still alive?

I don't know.

It's got to mean something, right?

He wouldn't have risked sending it to me if it didn't.

Is this really necessary?

I would not ask you to wear them otherwise.

Let's have a look.

Sir?

Agent Madi.

My assistant says you won't be put off.

I don't mean to be a pest.

Well, of course you do.

Sometimes that's the only way to get what you want.

I have a teenage daughter.

Maybe I learned from her.

So I understand you've got a real bug up your ass

about John Weir.

I assume from your persistence

that means you've found something?

Yes and...

no.

What's this?

Maybe you should just read it.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Sorry.

- Hey, boss, you remember me? - Fuck you, Kyle.

Oh, you remember me, I feel touched.

Bang, bang.

It would be that simple, Weir.

Because I'm just the task monkey, remember?

If you try any of these little tricks on me,

- he said I could kill you. - Who?

Who would that be?

Let's find out.

Start walking, Weir, come on.

This is where I leave you.

You know, I really wish

you'd paid me more.

You were a pretty good boss.

You were a shit intern.

That's true.

What's in the box?

Why didn't you let the kid kill me?

Killing you wouldn't change anything, Mr. Weir.

Or should I say Mr. Wilson?

Yeah, your father, I know all about that.

Ben Wilson plays a very sophisticated game.

And, as usual, he's playing it very well.

You see, John,

Ben is actually the one who wanted

the Shared Data Act passed, not me.

Arranging the assassination

of Nora Evers just to sway public opinion

in favor of the Shared Data Law?

That's pure Ben, John.

Okay, let's just walk this back a little further.

Whose idea was it for you and Miles Valence

to spin off Arda from DBA?

Arda, the company that will soon have the most

important and powerful government contract in history?

Whose idea was that, John?

It was Ben, wasn't it?

He manipulated you and your friend

into taking Arda public, just so he could secretly

buy up shares.

And now that company has access

to every single data point of every single American,

which they can weaponize against all of us that fast.

You just gave him that company, John, for this moment here.

- Your father is using you. - Liar!

Someone's telling you what to fucking say?

Hello, John.

I'm sorry I couldn't risk meeting you in person,

but my colleague laying on the ground there should explain wh.

I need your help.

All you know about me

is what Ben told you.

I know this is difficult for you to hear,

but every move, every setback,

every dead body,

has all been Ben.

Valence figured it out.

Ben wasn't painting a complete picture of things.

Who was the last person to speak to Miles

before he jumped?

The people you've lost,

all you know about their deaths

is what Ben told you.

I've been tracking him.

I almost had him, but somehow

he blew up the AeroDelhi fligh.

You honestly think I'm gonna believe you over my own father?

The man who abandoned you?

And your mother?

I am so sorry about Claire.

I knew her. She didn't deserve what Ben did to her.

And you didn't deserve what he did to you.

I suspect that Ben told you

the government gave him no option,

but you know that your father had a choice.

We always have the choice.

And he chose what he always chooses.

His plan.

His ambition.

He chose Ben.

I can prove he's been lying to you.

Do you know where your father was living

at the time of the AeroDelhi crash?

Running around the world chasing you.

He was living in a brownstone three blocks from you.

For a decade.

As Dr. Benjamin Wolff,

psychologist. Look it up.

Your father wasn't traveling the globe hunting

a criminal.

He was your neighbor.

So...

what do we do next?

Agent Madi, this...

this file...

this case...

this is a real game changer.

Thank you, sir.

You can write the script for the rest of your career with this.

So I guess my only question for you is...

...what can I offer you...

to make you forget this file ever existed?

Well, I thought you'd never ask.

I'd like...

my old job back

in the Criminal Division.

And I'd like to be made me the head of the task force

that's tracking down John Weir.

That shouldn't be a problem.

Oh, thank God.

Where were you?

What is this?

It's from Valence.

Piece of Gilgamesh,

the story we obsessed over when we were kids.

Where's Ben?

Um, not sure.

He went out a while ago. Didn't say

- where he was going. - Of course he didn't.

Oh, my God, John.

Weir, help me out.

Why would Valence send you a fossil?

Some kind of code I have to decipher.

It's how we would communicate.

It was his thing.

Well.

The gang's all here.

So this was all just an op for you?

You've been running an op on me, Dad?

Jesus Christ!

Stop. Johnathan, breathe.

- You need to breathe. - Help me, God, shut up.

Put that down, please, please.

So this was all just an op for you?

You've been running an op on me, Dad?

- Jesus Christ! - Weir, stop.

Johnathan, breathe. Y-Y-You need to breathe.

No, you need to shut the fuck up. I know everything.

Johnathan, put that down. You know you hate guns.

Why don't you remind me, where were you living

- when the AeroDelhi flight blew up? - What?

- I told you I was overseas. - Liar!

I've got proof that you were living three blocks from me,

- Dr. Benjamin Wolff. - Look.

All right, for a brief period, yes, I was, but...

All that time I thought you were dead,

you were living down the street?

Please. Oh, God.

How do you know this?

Crowley.

Crowley? You found him?

He found me, and he said you were

the real threat. It's been you all along.

Oh, Johnathan, this is insane.

No, no, no, what's

been insane is what I've been doing for the last few years.

Listening to you,

trusting you, pretending like you cared about me.

If you actually cared about me, all you had to do was

walk down the street and knock on my fucking door!

- You don't and you never will! - No, Johnathan!

I can't take back what happened to you

and your mother, but believe me I never stopped caring...

Shut up!

You know this whole time you've been trying to convince me

that the only way to deal with a real threat

is drag it out into the light and kill it.

- I think you might be right. - Put that down, please, please.

John?

You have to listen to me, John.

John, I don't have any other wy

- to contact you... - Don't you move.

...without exposing you...

and Ben...

and the whole plan.

And I don't have much time, so here goes.

Crowley wants no loose ends

in the Homm operation and...

and he just ordered me to kill you.

Obviously, I'm not gonna do that.

Which means they will definitely kill us both.

He just fucking outplayed me, John.

I really thought that I had figured everything out.

That I could convince him that

I was on his side without ever actually

being on his side, but I don't know.

He's got eyes and ears all over Arda.

Somehow, somehow he has infiltrated my company.

Sorry, our company.

Listen, you're probably on your way here right now...

into this trap that Crowley has set for you.

But I-I might be able to buy yu some time so you can escape.

Because you and Ben, you still got work to do.

This plan of mine,

it's a little fucked up.

It's more than that, it's...

really fucked up.

If I told you what I was gonna do, you'd try and stop m.

Which I can't have.

No matter what happens here, I'm a dead man.

But you still have a chance.

I'm really sorry for what

you're gonna have to go through here.

And I hope that you can find somebody else

that you can rely on.

I wish to God it could still be me.

But I know you.

And you are gonna be okay, because you're strong.

You're stronger than you think you are.

What am I talking about?

You're a fucking mess.

But if you're watching this,

then it means my little fucked-up plan worke.

And you're okay.

Gilgamesh.

You must be okay.

And that's the thought that I'm gonna take with me.

Where do you go to get a Gilgamesh tablet?

I've got a guy.

What the hell's going on?

Jesus.

John, you shouldn't be here.

"When two go together,

"each will protect himself

and shield his companion."

"And when they fall,

they'll leave an enduring name." "The trembling will leae

"from your hand. Let your courage be roused by the battle

to come."

He jumped to save me.

So those messages, they were...

Crowley.

If he infiltrated Arda, he...

he had access to all of Valence's data.

He probably figured out how you and Valence communicated

and then pretended to be him.

I'm so sorry.

No more apologizing.

Just tell me that we're gonna work together

to stop this motherfucker once and for all.

But I-I thought you wanted to wait.

I thought you said it was too risky.

Let me tell you,

I know Crowley

probably better than anybody knows Crowley.

God forgive me, I...

I helped him devise the Algorithms of Control.

And right now the tenuous state of our democracy

is fertile ground for a man just like him.

Not just here--

globally.

Now, you've seen what he is capable of

when he had access to Valence's data.

Just imagine what he's gonna be able to do

when he has access to everyone's data.

He'll be able to manipulate anyone and anything

as he sees fit.

Governments.

Corporations.

Markets. Armies.

Take your pick. You name it,

he'll infect it.

And before long,

we'll be powerless to prevent him.

So we have to stop him now.

Before it's too late.

We have to stop him while we have our free will,

because that is what we're in danger of losing--

is our free will.

Do you understand?

Johnathan?

Whatever it takes.

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