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Previously on Limitless...

It's about time you and me talked.

- Do you know who I am?
- Everybody says you're gonna be president soon.

But between me and you, I don't
even know if I'm gonna run.

The world needs to be willing to change.

And it takes leaders who are willing

to cut through the noise and play the game

- and win the game.
- And that's you?

I think so.

You belong to Mr. Morra now, which means

you belong to me.

When I'm on NZT, I can think
through all the different

- angles, every perspective.
- Then shouldn't you have known

that I was gonna shoot Casey?
You texted me.

Yeah, I... I didn't think you'd shoot.

Lower your weapon.

But I did.

Sorry, ma'am, gonna have
to take a quick peek.

The senator's giving a
speech a few blocks down.

Senator?

He, uh, holds office in one
of two legislative bodies

that make the laws for this country.

I know what a senator is.

Have a nice day, ma'am.

Sir?

They're ready for you.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you. Please, sit down.

You know, when the wars were done,

they didn't scrap this ship.

They found a new mission for her.

The Intrepid was used as a recovery vessel

- Piece of glass just caught the light.
- ... for the Gemini and Mercury...

Could be someone with binoculars.

I'd like to give the same
dignity to our veterans

that we gave to this ship.

Someone's taking a shot at me.

Call it 3,300 yards.

That'd be the longest kill of all time.

I hire as many vets as I can...

NZT.

Piper.

She'll breathe out before she shoots,

so let's think this through.

Not on the table, obviously.

I could jump out of the way.

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Not bad.

But what if the bullet just grazes me?

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Yeah.

That'll do.

They need you upstairs right now.

I saw the news. Of course I did.

The whole city was talking
about what happened

to Senator Morra.

Let's review all the ways

this could go wrong.

Ah. Jarrod Sands, this is Brian Finch.

He consults with us on priority cases.

Mr. Sands is a security consultant

for Senator Edward Morra.

Brian and I know each other.

We are in a clandestine relationship.

The senator and I

give him immunity from
the side effects of NZT

in exchange for him reporting back to me

on what you lot get up to.

That explains so...

so much.

Should we just arrest him now, then?

If you like.

Or I could take care of him round the back.

Okay, it's not in his best
interest to take that approach,

but Rebecca is wicked smart.

What if she figures it out?

The senator's sorry he
can't be here personally.

Anything my team can do to assist you.

Great. We should also address the fact

that you are in a clandestine
relationship with Brian.

I'm guessing you give him immunity

to NZT's side effects

and he tells you what we're up to?

That is so not true.

They know.

Once I'm in the car, nuke
the building from orbit.

Yeah, it's the only way to be sure.

I imagined it all kinds of different ways.

Can we talk about Senator
Morra's eyes for a second?

Amazing, right?

Blue.

But what really happened was
Sands basically ignored me.

And they talked about hate mail.

Senator Morra has some powerful enemies

from a few different conglomerates,

but personally I'd be surprised
if they'd make a play for him.

Was there any evidence at the scene?

No evidence was found
at the sniper's nest,

and the only information we got

from the two security guards on the scene

was a basic description of the woman

who they think was the shooter, so...

Yeah, unfortunately, we've
had to use private security.

It's the best I can do
until the senator decides

whether he's gonna run for president.

We'll interview everyone
who works at the hotel.

Thank you, everyone.

The senator will be sincerely
grateful for your help.

- Rebecca?
- Mm-hmm?

Can I have a word, please?

How are you holding up?

I'm all right.

Boyle was the one who
had to pull the trigger.

But you were dating Casey
Rooks, were you not?

But it wasn't serious, so
that's why I never filled out

the "Status of Relationship" HR form.

I...

They're gonna make this
an issue, aren't they?

Like I was trying to hide something.

No, they're not.

Because you're gonna sign the form now,

you're gonna back-date it,
and I'll make it official.

Why would you do that?

Because you told me the truth.

And I don't think you did anything wrong.

Rook's actions were entirely his own.

The form is just a bunch of lawyers

trying to save their asses.

Thank you.

Oh, please.

I've been single ever
since I joined the Bureau.

Do you think I haven't
slept with anyone here?

We're busy.

How else are we supposed to meet people?

Eyes front, mate.

They got cameras in here.

I'll tell you everything.

If we get a name, you'll
have it right away.

I was gonna e-mail you.

Can you hit 15 for me, please?

Some friends of mine lately,
we've been playing

this board game called Arkham Horror.

It's this cooperative thing
where you work together

to defeat the monsters
of the Lovecraft canon.

We could always use a fourth.

Oh, sorry, you're probably really busy.

You always
come off as so desperate.

Hey, James, you know what?

That actually sounds pretty awesome.

Just give me a text, okay?

Oh, wait, I don't have your number.

We've got a name.

The woman who tried to shoot
Mr. Morra is Piper Baird.

So you already know who did it.

We're fairly certain.

Piper used to work for Mr. Morra.

The parting of ways was not amicable.

We supplied her with NZT
until she went a bit mad,

declared war on Mr. Morra and
anyone associated with him.

She's been a terrible pain, to be honest.

We're gonna find her, and we're
gonna sort the problem out.

But in the meantime,
your job is to make sure

that the FBI never learn
the name Piper Baird.

So you want me to sabotage
the investigation?

If the FBI finds this woman before we do,

she can tie the senator to NZT.

Which means Mr. Morra
goes to jail or flees.

Which means no more booster shots for you.

If she manages to get to Mr.
Morra before we get her...

No more booster shots.

Until we have Piper Baird,

your fate is tied to Senator Morra's.

Do what you need to do

to keep them far away from that woman.

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What happened with Casey
wasn't anybody's fault but his.

If someone's trying to put it on Rebecca,

that's almost as ridiculous

as somebody trying to put it on me.

Boyle is still upset.

I told him he didn't need to kill Casey.

I'm guessing I'll be hearing
about it for a while.

I paid attention with one ear

but mostly spent the drive
learning more about the woman

I was supposed to be make
sure Boyle never found.

Now I don't know what a typical
assassin's background is,

but I'm pretty sure it
doesn't involve a scholarship

to study neurochemistry at Johns Hopkins.

Completely normal childhood,
good kid, great student,

but when her mother's Alzheimer's got bad,

Piper dropped out of
school to take care of her.

After that, there wasn't much about her.

Not until 14 months ago, anyway.

Her boyfriend was stabbed to
death while he was asleep.

Piper was in the apartment, but she ran

before the police got there.

She's their top suspect.

Spelman?

What was that for?

You had that "zoned out"
look while I was talking.

...private security...

a woman between five four and five six

carried eight or so shopping
bags into the suite...

didn't leave much behind
in the way of evidence...

A woman brought the rifle in
with a bunch of shopping bags,

and we don't know anything else. That it?

You know, that "I barely listen to
anything you say" recap thing you do?

It's rude.

There was no evidence
at all in the suite...

Piper's thorough...

But I couldn't stop staring at something.

There's fresh ink on this drawing.

Actually, I think it's eyeliner.

It's barely even dry.

I wouldn't have noticed it
if it wasn't for the NZT,

which I think is the point...

Someone's testing me.

That's Piper.

She's on NZT.

Why does she need the laser?

Why risk tipping me off?

She knew I'd have to be on
NZT to notice the painting.

Unless...

Dot, dot, dash.

That's Morse code.

She's sending me a message?

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You okay, Finch? You look kind of pale.

I'm okay.

Any brilliant insights?

Yeah.

The shooter apparently used the balcony.

How did we even function
before you came along?

Okay, let's head back.

All right, I want you to
review the security footage.

See if you have any more of
those... penetrating insights.

Find Sammy DiPietro?

She might as well ask me to find Bigfoot.

DiPietro was a union leader
with ties to the Mafia.

He vanished in the '70s.

Everyone assumes he's dead,
but no one's ever found the body.

And why does Piper want
to talk to me, anyway?

Okay, you see that, right?

Piper's good, but she
couldn't keep her face off

all the security footage.

You got to trim those frames out,

and you got to find everything
you can about Sammy DiPietro.

I don't know why, but Piper's testing you.

And if she says you can find
DiPietro, then you can find him.

You heard Sands, man.

You don't have a choice.

Yeah, I know.

It's just that...

working against the FBI,
betraying Rebecca...

Every time I do that,
it gets a little bit easier.

You sure you're not
slowly turning into Finch?

Building models with colored yarn?

Actually... it's a diagram.

But I see your point. Where is Brian?

Said he was running down a hunch.

For what it's worth,
he seems pretty off his game.

Well, maybe he's internalizing
your attitude towards him.

He's very sensitive.

Nah, we're fine.

How'd it go with Naz?

All good. We just...

We're finishing up some paperwork.

I had some time to do some research.

These represent

the five longest confirmed
sniper shots of all time.

The record belongs to a British officer

who served in Afghanistan: 2,700 yards.

He beat second place by
a whole football field.

This represents the deck of the Intrepid

and the hotel where the shot was fired.

3,315 yards.

She took a shot that would
have beaten the old record

by six football fields.

Wow.

The round was standard.

It was fired from an off-the-shelf rifle.

There was no new technology.

Nobody could make that shot.

Well, maybe she had some help.

Can you think of anything
that would help someone

do something that was otherwise impossible?

You're thinking the sniper was on NZT.

It's a lot of red yarn.

Yeah, and your tape's not as clean
as the way Brian would do it.

"Find Sammy DiPietro."

Sounded impossible at first,
but when you can plow

through 50 years of files
in a couple of hours,

interesting things can present themselves.

Fritz Wunderlich?

You know, I was always

more of a Dietrich
Fischer-Dieskau man myself.

As far as German opera goes.

What do you want, kid?

I know you're Johnny "Opera" Velardi.

What gave it away?

I know you have ties to
the Lotito crime family.

Allegedly. Mmhmm.

I'm just a retired truck driver.

I know.

And you drove the truck
that carried the body

of Sammy DiPietro in a steel drum

from where he was murdered
to where they stashed him.

Been questioned about
it 15 different times.

Who are you?

You certainly
don't look like a Fed.

It's a long story.

Let's just say I'm a concerned citizen.

To be clear, I don't think you killed him.

In fact, you probably didn't even know

what it was you were transporting.

I just want to know where you
drove the truck that night.

Kid, that was 40 years ago.

Even if I could remember
where I drove that truck,

why would I start talking
after all this time?

'Cause I'm gonna make you
an offer you can't refuse.

This is a bootleg that even
you don't have, Johnny.

You didn't know it, but
you were wire-tapped

for almost 20 years by the FBI.

That's your wife.

She's singing to your
son when he was a baby.

It's beautiful.

It's Puccini.

I was sorry to read what happened to her.

You know, my aunt had leukemia.

That is the master copy,

and it is all yours if you just tell me

where you drove the truck that night.

No one will ever know we talked.

The night Johnny "Opera"
delivered his truck

with its mysterious cargo, he came here.

He said a new concrete
floor had been poured.

So somewhere
in all this concrete

lies the body of Sammy DiPietro.

But that's not why I'm here.

Obviously this is where
Piper's been hiding,

but where is she?

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Mom?!

Dad?!

Hey! Brian!

Hi!

Hi.

Is everything okay here, guys?

Of course. Come, sit.

We're just getting to
know your new girlfriend.

What's wrong, Brian?

Nothing, it's just...

I'm surprised to see you.

Here.

With my family.

How could you not tell us
that you had a girlfriend?

He had this whole
elaborate plan to introduce us.

I just... kind of got tired of waiting.

Yes, well, our Brian likes
to do things in his own way.

On his own time.

That's okay, I-I think I got
him pretty well figured out.

Piper was just telling
us about your first date.

Oh, yeah?

Ah. Oh, well, I assume you're
both gonna stay for dinner.

Oh... I don't know yet, Mom.

Piper...

quick word on the porch, please?

Thanks, we'll be right back.

I was sensing some tension
between you and your dad.

What did you do?

Listen to me, my family
is not a part of this.

You can't really believe that.

Not after being around Morra for this long.

Did you tell anyone I was here?

Relax, I just need to know
if you're telling the truth.

Does Sands know where I am right now?

No.

I'm not here to threaten you.

I'm not gonna hurt your parents.

I just don't have much time.

I had to learn everything I could

about the person Morra is working with.

Yeah? What did you learn?

Classic middle child, which
explains your need for approval.

On the other hand, your fears of living up

to your successful older
siblings caused you to rebel

and reject mainstream success.

"Resorbed Twin."

You really thought that
was a reasonable band name?

The most important thing I learned is

that you grew up surrounded
by love and support,

which suggests a strong moral framework.

Why do you care if I have
a strong moral framework?

And how long were you in there for?

Seven minutes.

And I care because I know how Morra works.

He has a way of corrupting good people.

You're one of them.

Same way I was.

So it's his fault that you
killed your boyfriend?

I didn't kill my boyfriend, Brian.

Morra did.

Or his people.

And why would they do that?

He came to me when I was
writing my dissertation.

I guess he'd read some of my work.

He told me about NZT,

how he was trying to
alleviate the side effects

and how, if I could help him do it,

the pill might help my mom.

You invented the enzyme?

Well, me and some other people.

I don't know who they are.

Morra kept us all separate.

He has this way of...

making people think he's a good person.

How, no matter what he does,

it's all for some greater good.

And one day, I stopped believing

that it was about anything other than him.

So I stole a supply of
NZT and the enzyme...

and he framed me for
killing Colin as retribution.

That's when I decided
he needs to be stopped.

You're running out.

Of NZT, or the enzyme, or both.

You know, something about the attempt

on Morra seemed desperate.

He has been on NZT longer

than any human being alive.

You had to know that he
would see that coming.

But you couldn't wait any longer

or you might miss your one shot forever.

I'm close to replicating the enzyme,

and when I get there, his
plan to keep NZT to himself,

to keep it from doing all the good

you and I know it could...

that's all over.

If you saw me as a threat,
I'd be dead already,

so what is this?

Presumably, you want something from me.

You're under his thumb, same way I was.

He took everything from
my life that mattered.

He'll do the same to you, trust me.

There's only one way out.

What is that?

You're going to help me kill Eddie Morra.

Where are you going?

I can't just leave.

Your mom made meat loaf.

Insiders say they have no idea...

At the end of the night,
I was no closer to knowing

if Piper was a disgruntled former operative

or a victim of Morra and Sands.

If she was close to making that enzyme,

she could be another source
for the booster shot.

She could get me free of the senator.

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I'll co-sponsor a new one,

give you 40% of whatever you want,

which is better than 100% of nothing. Okay?

Well, give my best to Diane.

He's cheating on his wife.

I bring up Diane,

makes him a little more pliable.

Did you kill Piper Baird's boyfriend?

She found you. I thought she might.

What does she want?

She wants to use you to get to me?

Did you kill her boyfriend?

The work we do...

it's in the shadows, for now.

I operate in the dark because I have to.

Look, I'll defend what we're
building to my dying breath,

but I wouldn't kill anyone

unless they were threatening
to do the same thing to me.

Is that an answer?

I didn't kill him. She did.

Piper Baird is brilliant,

but she is tortured.

And she's a liar.

After I cut her off,

she broke into one of my R&D facilities

and stole a year's supply of the enzyme.

And now she's running
out and she's desperate.

You're torn; I understand.

She's very convincing.

But she can't help you, Brian.

She doesn't know how to make the enzyme.

In a way, you're lucky,

because in this situation,

the right choice is the pragmatic choice.

And those don't come along every day.

Piper's not done with any of us yet.

One thing left for you to do.

And use the NZT wisely.

Don't you two know me
better than that by now?

I'm not going to mean-mug
you on this one, Brian.

You know full well how this works.

You're due another shot soon

and this needs to happen.

Piper came after us.

And now you're the
fastest way to get to her.

Listen, son...

defend what we're building, Brian.

When you're done,

chuck it in the river.

It's untraceable.

Where the hell have you been?

Boyle and I have been
trying you all morning.

Yeah, sorry. I had stuff to do.

We got an anonymous tip in
the middle of the night.

A woman matching the description

the security guards gave you

was found hiding in an
abandoned building uptown.

SWAT just picked her up.

Boyle's questioning her now.

Who's that?

Her name is Brandy Jo Hawkins.

She just confessed to
shooting Senator Morra.

That woman? Brandy Jo Hawkins?

She obviously didn't shoot Senator Morra,

but she makes a great suspect.

She was one of the first
female snipers in the military.

She had four confirmed kills in Iraq,

then got kicked out of the military

for hitting a superior officer.

She was an easy target to be radicalized

by a grass-roots militia.

The way she told it,
Brandy had means and motive.

She knew details.

She said a meth dealer
gave her an NZT pill.

Senator Morra wants the FBI
to stop looking for Piper.

Best way to do that?

Give them a different shooter.

God knows how he got that
poor woman to take the fall.

Okay, so Morra and Sands have their patsy.

That leaves one thing on their to-do list.

Piper.

They want me to kill her.

She wants me to kill them.

Who do I side with?

Why should you side with anyone?

I mean, who says you have to commit murder?

They do.

They didn't give me an
option of not killing anyone.

Exactly.

That's why there's not
even a question here.

You dance with the one that brung ya.

And that is Eddie.

Piper says she'll create the enzyme soon.

She says she didn't kill her boyfriend.

But you don't know.

The only thing you do know

is that Eddie Morra can help you.

That's for certain.

I'm pretty sure about one thing.

You're not a killer.

No one's a killer.

Not until they kill, that is.

What are those things you're wearing?

All right, obviously I'm
having a hard time with this.

That's why you all are showing up.

So if I could just have
a little peace and quiet,

- I think that I...
- Excuse me?

I'm not sure what I'm doing here,

but these things really make me itchy.

Join Team Badass, Ike.

You get cool leather jackets.

Leather sticks to my skin.

All right, enough!

Oh, you're making
this too hard, kid.

There's no way out of this.

I mean, one way or another,

I'm gonna be forced to do
something that I can't.

And if I don't, I'll die.

And it'll blow back on you guys.

- Who do you believe?
- What?

That's the first thing you're
gonna have to decide.

Is Senator Morra a cold-blooded murderer,

or did Piper Baird kill her boyfriend?

You're never gonna know,

so you have to go with what you feel.

Decide who you believe.

Side with them.

And then you can really start thinking.

Brandy Jo Hawkins said

she got NZT from a meth dealer.

When's the last time
someone below wholesale

had a pill to sell?

Maybe 18 months? Why?

Something's wrong with her story.

Her blood test confirmed

that she had NZT in her system,

but I ran a full battery

and something else came back, too.

She has Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

It's fatal.

It plays havoc with your coordination.

Yet she managed to get
herself into position,

take an impossible shot,

and avoid every surveillance camera.

So something's not sitting
right with you, either?

Yeah, well...

It's... she was so smart along the way.

Then, all of a sudden, bam!

An anonymous tip, she's sitting

right in our lap, telling us everything.

It just seems too easy.

And you know what else?

Her parents' house

was in foreclosure up until two days ago,

right before we picked her up.

The bank settled, supposedly
an accounting error.

Now it's theirs, free and clear.

Well, what if someone settled
the debt against her house

and in return, she confessed to a crime

she didn't commit?

Because of her disease, she'll
be dead within the year.

This way, she gets to leave something

for her family.

If she's taking a fall...

who's it for?

And why would someone on NZT
be targeting Senator Morra?

So, you believe me?

Yeah, I believe you.

I don't know if I trust you.

I came unarmed, just like you asked.

You know Morra says you're psychotic?

And yet, here we are.

Yeah.

You know what I think?

I think you know what needs to happen.

And I think you know
you're the one to do it.

You just need a little help getting there.

He'll take everything that
means anything to you, Brian.

He'll do it and he'll say

it had to happen to make a better world.

Would you take your hands off me, please?

What is that?

You set me up?

I'm sorry. It was you or me.

Wait, no.

No!

We got hold of all
the security cam footage.

No one saw your face.

And...

we had one of our people from the NYPD

pull that gun with your
prints off the scene.

And there's no trace of you being there.

For a botched plan,

it went quite well.

Drink that.

I killed her.

We got a DNA sample.

It was Piper Baird on those tracks.

What, you didn't think we'd
double-check your work?

Believe it or not, I know exactly

what you're feeling right now.

Do you know what I did after my first?

I rang my year four teacher.

Cried like I was one of the Sabine women.

Why her, I don't know.

Practically confessed.

I'm lucky she didn't turn me in.

How do you live with it...?

All things pass, Brian.

The volume of your feelings right now?

They'll go down.

This is hard.

But it's like a baptism.

You're an initiate now.

You're a part of the real world.

The strong eat the weak.

Same as it ever was.

All right, okay.

You picked the wrong day to come in late.

Senator Morra came by to
thank us all personally.

Oh, too bad I missed it.

Goatwhore?

Yeah.

I liked them in high school.

It freaks the people around here out,

so leave it up.

I have a question for you.

You don't have to answer right now.

But if you spend some time with it,

I think it might help you.

Why are you trying so hard to hold on

to the person you were before NZT?

That's who I am.

Well, it doesn't have to be.

I remember Eddie Morra.

He was a terrible writer.

And he lacked the
self-discipline and awareness

to do anything about it.

I couldn't wait to get rid of
him and become somebody else.

But you?

We're different from other people, Brian.

We become more different
with every pill we take.

You don't have to run from that.

You can embrace it.

I don't want to be someone else.

I think you do.

You're just not willing to admit it yet.

You're on NZT.

You're above the kind of concerns

that you're letting weigh you down.

Put them down, walk away.

You'll feel so much lighter.

I promise.

No, I wasn't followed.

I went exactly the way you told me to...

Three cabs, two subways,
avoided every camera

from Federal Plaza to here.

Not easy to do, by the way,

in the most photographed city in the world.

Really not easy to do without NZT.

I know what you're thinking...

"She's alive!"

Also, hopefully, "I thought
for sure he'd killed her."

Because let's be honest...

You're not the person
we're trying to fool here.

I'm not killing Eddie.

I'm not killing anybody.

And if you want to keep up
this war between you guys,

then that's on you.

But in the meantime, I've got an idea.

Luckily I know a lot

about jumping in front of subway trains,

and she, disturbingly, knows a thing or two

about stealing cadavers and rigging them

under subway platforms.

There was just one more thing.

We were fairly certain
Sands would check the DNA

of the body found at the scene
to be sure it matched Piper.

Since we couldn't put
Piper's DNA into a dead body,

I suggested we do it the
other way around...

Turn the body into Piper,
at least in the system.

I also knew Sands
would be watching the whole time,

so we'd have to make it look perfect.

You should come away with me.

I have a lab set up.

I'm gonna figure out how
that enzyme works, Brian.

You can be free of Morra for good.

The people I love aren't gone yet.

They're here.

If I leave,

I-I might as well kill them myself.

Can I give you some advice?

Just drop this war with Morra.

Figure out how to make that shot,

and live your life.

You don't get it yet.

If someone doesn't stop Morra,

no one's gonna be able to
just "live their life."

The whole world's gonna be

very different, Brian.

You can't play both sides forever.

You have to leave the country now.

Like we agreed.

If Morra ever finds out
that you are still alive,

then everything that means
anything to me is gone.

You have a nice family.

I hope I get to see you again,
under better circumstances.

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