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ATTENDANT:
Hey, hold it!

Go! Go down that hall!

Go. Go there!

AGENT:
Go, go!

Don't move!
Hands in the air!

BRIAN FINCH:
Hi.

My name is Brian Finch

and the first thing
you should know about me

is I didn't do anything wrong.

Well, not the kind of wrong
that leads

to having a gun
in your face, anyway.

I'll explain.

There were a few mistakes
along the way.

Five expulsions,

four misdemeanors,

three fake I.D.'s,

two attempts at the 11th grade,

and a partridge in a pear tree.

I always thought I'd find
something different.

Something... I don't know,

great?

Something like this.

♪ Ain't no easy way out... ♪

I loved it.

When my dad asked me what
I planned to do with myself,

I actually had
something to say.

Then time passes.

Everyone around you
starts to grow up,

and when your break
is slow to come,

people fall away.

Eli, the guy
I started the band with,

he was the first to quit.

It starts to feel like
no one told you

you were playing a game
of musical chairs.

Get a job, get married,

get a life,
what are you waiting for?

The song is gonna stop playing
any second now.

♪ Ooh, I gotta get away ♪

♪ Ain't no easy way out. ♪

So that's the thing.

I wouldn't really
call it a band, per se.

It's a project, um,

and it has its own name, but...

I'm the only one involved,
so, uh, we're self-releasing...

So when you say
you're the only one involved,

when you say "we," you mean...

I mean me.

Mm-hmm.

"Me" is "we."

Or is the other way around?

We is me, me is we?

Anyway, it's called
"Resorbed Twin."

And, uh, the album goes
on Bandcamp next week.

Oh.

FATHER:
That's great.

Right? That's great!

So, Brian, can I hear it?

Uh...

it's embargoed right now.

Uh, but I'll let you know
right away.

Good.

MOM:
Who wants dessert?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, all around? Sure.

Dennis?

Dad?

Dad?

Dennis, Dennis...

Dad.

Dad? Let's go, come on.

Are you okay?

BRIAN: That was the first time
my dad collapsed.

There were more.

Three in the next two months,
and still,

nobody could figure out
what was wrong with him.

Hey, Dad.

Hey.

Hey, Brian.

Sorry I'm late.

I ended up playing

till 2:00 in the morning
last night.

And Jason from the club
forgot to pay me.

I need to go back today.

You know what? Never mind.

How are you?
How was the scan?

Did you hear anything?

No.

Maybe it'll find something
this time, hmm?

Well, you know what?
I was thinking

that maybe I should come out
to the house for a little while.

You know?

Just till they figure
this whole thing out.

Wait a minute.
You want to move back home?

Well, yeah...
not 'cause I need to, Dad.

Uh, I don't know.

I don't know.
I got your mom.

I'm getting around okay.

What would you do?

What do you mean?

What are you offering,
Brian?

How would you help? Tell me.

BRIAN:
He wasn't trying to be mean;
that's not my dad.

But he was saying a lot more
than he meant to.

Help?

I could barely
take care of myself.

Other people had careers.

Me? I was a temp.

Manchester-Reid Bancorp
is the eighth

or ninth biggest
bank on Wall Street,

depending on
how you measure.

Everyone who works here

just took a sexual
harassment seminar--

it's a liability thing--

and then they signed a form
acknowledging that they went.

These are the signed forms,

those are our
employee files.

Your job is to put each form
into the proper file.

We have 22,000
employees.

We figure it'll
take you two weeks.

Jessamyn Eubanks.

I didn't break up with Teddy;
I just didn't take the ring.

Doesn't mean
we broke up.

No, it doesn't...

MAN:
Brian.

Brian!

Yep. I'm, uh...

Wh... Eli?

What are you, uh,
what are you doing here?

Couple guys
out on the floor

told me the temp
was snoring back here.

I can't believe
it's you.

You're an investment banker.

Yeah.

BRIAN: Well, I mean,
I wouldn't call it a band,

per se. Um...

It's a project.

Uh, but, uh,
I'm the only one involved.

Man, I'm so glad
you're still making music.

That's awesome.

Hey, do you have the
record on your phone?

Let's-let's listen
to it right now.

Eli...

there is no album.

I haven't written a song
in, like...

God, over a year.

Why not?

I don't know, man.

I just...

I can't concentrate.

My dad's sick.

What's wrong with him?

They're not sure.

If he doesn't
get better...

I mean, my dad might die.

What has he seen me accomplish?

You know,
I might be able to help.

You carry around
a money clip now?

Yeah.

I got the biggest bonus
in the bank last quarter

and they gave me this.

Yeah.

It's got my initials.

That's awesome.

Yeah, I know, uh...

20-year-old me would punch
28-year-old me in the face.

Here.

Okay...

Take it.

It'll give you, like...

I don't know, a-a jump-start.

What is that?

Is it some kind of speed?

No.

That's not where I'm...

Hey. You hear of modafinil?

Mm-mm.

Neuroenhancers?

Well, it's like that.

Just better.

A lot better.

I don't think that...

Hey, Brian...

I don't think you understand

what I'm offering you here.

♪ ♪

"A jump-start."

Okay.

What did I have to lose?

Here... we... go.

JESSAMYN:
Yeah, I filled out

his business school
applications.

Yep, essays too.

BRIAN:
Wow, awesome joke, Eli.

He's smart, Mom,
he is.

He's just...
you know, he's Teddy.

Okay?
And I don't think

that we should be
getting engaged right now...

BRIAN:
Then it happened.

The scales fell from my eyes.

Your brain is a miracle,

but it's not efficient.

There's a maze inside
everyone's head,

a labyrinth
of missed connections

and untapped potential.

...business school applications.
Because he wasn't gonna do it.

But now, suddenly,
I had access...

...'cause he's Teddy.

...to every single brain cell.

That guy looks familiar,
doesn't he?

Who are you?

You know who he is.

You remember a lot more
than you think you do.

Every experience
you've ever had,

every idea that came to you
in the shower

and then slipped away while
you were brushing your teeth--

it's all there for the taking.

The bank wants to know who's
leaving them open to a lawsuit.

They should probably know
about the guy

whose frat got kicked off campus
for selling a date-rape drug.

This guy's had five
female assistants in a year.

What's the story there?

Two weeks.

She told me
it would take two weeks.

I guess I got carried away,

'cause I was done in two hours.

So, yeah,
I read every file in here.

Then I sorted them into
five tiers of potential risk.

It was pretty intuitive.

Tier one is color-coded green.

They're your safest employees.

Tier five, the reds,

is reserved for
total undesirables.

This is incredible.

One more thing:

Break up with Teddy.
You deserve better.

But you know that; that's why
you turned down the ring.

We've been together so long.

It's scary, I know.

But you'll be fine.

You're about to get
a promotion.

This filing system?
You're taking credit for it.

Then you're getting a bump
to vice president,

you spend six months there.

Then it'll be the bank that pays

for you to go
to business school.

How did you know
I was thinking about an MBA?

I know you filled out the
applications for your ex.

I didn't talk
to Teddy yet.

You're as smart
as anyone who works here.

How could you not think
about an MBA?

You know what else?

They've got no women
on the board.

They've never had one.

That's gotta change.

You could run this place,
Jessamyn.

I'm not a CEO.

Yeah, but you can be.

You can have
the job you want,

you can have a guy
that understands you...

You deserve it.

All you gotta do
is know how to ask.

Kind of seems like
you understand me.

Of course I do.

I read your file.

♪ ♪

I remember this feeling.
The world is mine.

I just have to decide
what to do with it.

♪ ♪

BRIAN:
Hey!

Do you mind if I play?

It'll just take a second.

My dad gave me a lesson or two
when I was a kid,

but to be completely
honest with you,

it never really clicked
until... now.

Re-brand. You don't
sell hot dogs anymore;

you sell artisanal
hot dogs.

That's the next thing.

Cupcakes are on the way out.

The mavens never embraced pie,
so that's not happening.

Did you read The Tipping Point?
You know about mavens?

♪ ♪

I'm telling you, Cesar,
if you build it, they will come.

Checkmate.

Checkmate.

Checkmate.

We should play for money.

I dabble.

Dad, watch this.

FATHER:
Nice.

BRIAN: My brother's
medical school textbooks

were still
at my parents' place.

Nobody else could figure out
what was wrong with my father.

Why can't I?

Suddenly, I knew exactly
what I was looking for.

This.

A picture of my grandparents
on their honeymoon.

Her eyes, they're
the same as Dad's.

It runs in the family.

Ever been hungover?

Yeah, this was like that,
just worse.

A lot worse.

Oh, Brian, you look awful.

Good morning.

Dad.

I think you've got
something called, um...

...hemochromatosis.

It's caused by a trait
that runs in our family.

Uh, Grandma Helen had it,
your cousin Scott.

You've got it the worst out
of anybody though and, um...

it's 'cause your body
can't process iron...

All right, stop! Just stop.

You spend one night
on the floor

and suddenly you're
a doctor, Brian?

BRIAN: Dad, listen to me
for a second, okay?

Now, the inherited version
of hemochromatosis is-is

one of the most misdiagnosed
diseases that there is.

Doctors mistake it for...

dozens of other things.

And if they can't find it,
how could you?

It's a long story.

But there is a test
that they can run

called a, uh, transferrin
saturation test.

And, um...

I-I think you guys
should take that.

Today.

FEMALE ELECTRONIC VOICE:
You have one new message.

MOM: Brian, uh,
I don't know how you knew,

but you were right.

Your father has hemochromatosis.

But with your dad,

the doctor said it's
concentrated in his liver.

And they say he needs
a transplant.

But they say they're not sure
he'll get an organ in time.

Call me.

BRIAN: So, in the end,
that pill got me past

one problem I could never
solve on my own

and dumped me right
in front of another one.

Find a liver?

How do you even do that?

I needed another pill.

Hello?

Eli?

Oh, my God...

Oh, my God...

I gotta call the police.

Wait...

if I'm gonna help my dad,

I better find those pills.

Oh, God.

The money clip was gone,
the place was trashed,

but whoever tore it apart,

obviously didn't know Eli
as well as me.

He always kept a backup stash

taped to the inside
of his acoustic.

MAN: Open up, Eli!
Open up!

I need to talk
to you!

Whatever's coming
through that door,

I'm pretty sure Brian Finch
is not qualified to handle it,

not without help.

AGENT:
Clear!

Eli's phone-- that could
come in handy.

It doesn't look like
there's a fast way out here.

But what if suddenly you knew

how much strength
you had in your hands?

I mean exactly how much,

down to the moment the last
muscle fiber would give.

Hey!

FBI!

♪ ♪

Three paths,
three potential outcomes.

It's tempting to head
into the park

until you remember
the mayor just doubled

the foot patrols
in Union Square.

I could try one more mad dash
across the street...

...but let's not push that.

Subway it is.

Don't move, hands in the air.

WOMAN:
Hey!

Dumb idea? Sure.

But what if you could remember
every documentary you ever saw?

Every trig class?

Could you do the math?

Could you figure out exactly

where that train
is going to stop?

If you're positive that
the driver could see you,

I think you could get
pretty close.

90% sure.

Maybe 80%.

And if you could remember
that there's an abandoned track

next to the L stop
in Union Square,

then the dumbest stunt
you ever pull...

might just turn out to be...

the smartest moment
of your life.

REBECCA:
His name's Brian Finch.

We ran stills from the subway

through facial
recognition software.

He profiles
as basically no one.

And yet he got away
from six of our agents.

I saw him jump in front
of the L train

and bring it to a dead stop
like he was playing chicken.

You're making a point?

He knew the train
was gonna stop.

Why did you ask us to bring
Eli Whitford in for questioning?

What did you expect
to find in his apartment?

There's an explanation
for what you saw today.

REPORTER: ...firm that Finch
is the leading suspect...

ASSISTANT DIRECTOR: In 2011,
the DEA picked up a dealer

selling a nootropic
compound he called NZT-48.

We don't know
where it came from.

But it affects multiple
regions of the brain.

The cognitive enhancements were
like nothing you've ever seen.

I mean, we recorded stuff in the
lab that would make you rethink

the whole idea
of the impossible.

"The lab"?

You're a resourceful
woman, Rebecca.

I'm sure you can imagine
multiple applications for NZT.

Everyone in the study was either
from Central Intelligence

or the Bureau--
they all volunteered.

We reverse-engineered
the compound.

The pictures on the right were
taken a year into the study.

My God.

The program was called off
after the first two fatalities.

They just...

closed up shop?

We don't know how Brian Finch
is connected to NZT.

But there are some important
eyes looking at this.

You'll have all
the resources you need.

Find him.

Is it me, or did the
whole world just change?

We can't think
about it that way.

It's a fugitive case,
let's work it.

I'll go see Finch's parents.

You want to get the word out
to other agencies?

Yeah. Hey.

On that subway platform,
you had your gun on him,

the shot was clean,
why didn't you take it?

Crowd spooked me.

A lot of ricochet
in a concrete tunnel.

You have to take care of this
yourself, you know that, right?

They think you killed Eli.

But you know that already,
that's why you took Eli's phone.

Once you turn it on,
the GPS will ping to a tower

in about 40 seconds,
so work fast.

MAN: Eli, my connect's
out of pills.

Honey can't find any either.

We got to dig deep.

Have to stay ahead
of the pack at M-R.

"M-R," that's
Manchester-Reid.

There are two other people
at the bank using NZT.

Eli's income went up
by a factor of ten

when he was taking those pills.

So did this guy's, Jay Winston.

And this guy's,
Adam Honeycutt.

Adam Honeycutt.

Jay Winston.

Those are the other
people using NZT.

Winston has listed a hotel
in SoHo as his address.

He's living out of a suite.

It's about
two miles from here.

Go there first.

MOM:
Brian?

You're sure
you mean our son?

The safest option for your son
is to surrender.

If he calls,
please tell him that.

I'm-I'm sorry,
I don't understand.

He was friends with Eli.

Brian wouldn't kill him.

Maybe not the Brian you know.

But... if he's using,

then he isn't
that person anymore.

Uh, uh, Agent Harris,
let me ask you a question.

You-you have kids?

No.

Right, so this will
make it difficult

for you to understand.

Brian is lost in the world,

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

But you're wrong
about one thing.

Our son is not a murderer.

BRIAN: The news made this big
thing about my leather jacket,

so I took the coat and scarf
from a coat check.

Sorry for stealing your coat,
Tanner Evans,

but to be honest, you seem like
a little bit of a douche.

Now I just have to get
into Jay Winston's suite.

I have tried to pick
a lock before.

♪ Let's get it on... ♪

Different kind of situation.

Keep a slight turning pressure
while doing this.

Now, the pick is used
to manipulate the pins.

A torque wrench
is inserted into the key way,

in such a fashion
as to push the pin upward

to unlock a pin code.

Three people at Manchester-Reid
are taking the pills,

and two of them die
inside 18 hours?

This isn't a suicide.

Someone's killing these guys
for their NZT.

The first pill I took
lasted about 12 hours.

I have time to make one more
move before I come down.

You get lost in your work.

You didn't hear me come in.

It's not there.

What do you want?

I can't tell you
who killed Eli yet.

But I can tell you a lot.

You're an FBI agent.
You can go places I can't.

You have resources
I don't.

We're gonna figure out
who really did it.

If you hand me
my gun right now,

I probably won't shoot you.

There are other people
at the bank using NZT.

One of them
is named Jay Winston.

Right now, he's lying dead
in a hotel suite in SoHo.

It's set up to
look like a suicide,

but I think the same person
killed Eli and Jay.

If Winston had the drug, that
gives you motive to kill him.

Does it give me motive to come
here and tell you about it?

Someone is killing the people

who are using NZT
at Manchester-Reid.

That's Jay Winston's laptop.

He has several e-mails from
someone with the user name

"Hapaboy"-- there's
nothing in here that says

what Hapaboy's real name is,
but he used to work with Jay.

He's at one of the big banks.
I just don't know which one.

He knows Jay was using
something to get ahead.

He wants in.

Your story's got
lots of threads

for me to pull on.

Most lies told by addicts do.

What is it with you?

Some part of you
has to believe I'm right.

That's why you didn't shoot me
on that platform.

Oh! You lost someone in
your family to addiction.

Night of the Gun,
How To Stop Time--

those are memoirs by addicts.

Was it your mother?

Stop.

I'm serious. Now.

No, wait...

That's the most recent
picture of your dad.

It's at least ten years old.

You think I'm impressed that you
can stomp around in my life?

You're not smart, you're high.

I'm not lying, though.

Leave.

I'm not gonna take your gun.

I know you'd get
in trouble for that.

How's my father?

You wouldn't know all that
without talking to my parents.

He looks really sick.

I spent the night in a hotel

that was closed
for renovations.

My stomach did backflips
as soon as the pill wore off.

I told the FBI everything...

except for the name of
the third guy taking NZT--

Adam Honeycutt.

If he's still alive,
he has pills.

Hey.

"Hapa"-- that's Hawaiian.

It means someone
of mixed heritage.

Can you help me hit
the HR departments

on Wall Street?

See if there's a trader
with a Hawaiian background?

Someone about Eli's age?

You're checking Finch's story?

He breaks into
your apartment,

holds your sidearm on you.

I can't figure out why, though.

It was a huge risk.

Plus, Brian gave me
good information,

and then he left my gun behind.

Would a guilty guy do that?

"Brian"?

Finch, whatever.

Hey.

I'll do it.

Thanks.

Oh!

No, look! Wait, wait, wait!

Wait, do you know who I am?

I didn't kill Eli.

I didn't kill Jay.

I came here for an NZT pill.

No, go away, man!

I was gonna steal it.

I was gonna steal it.

Okay? But only to prove
who killed Eli.

And to help my dad, okay?

Listen, I'm not what
they say on the news.

I'm not a bad person.

But I need help.

Okay?

Oh, God...

I believe you.

I believe you.

Oh, my God.

Eli used to talk about you
all the time.

He was jealous
of you.

He gave up.

You never did.

I can help.

I'll get you a pill.

Just a rattle, right?

No big deal.

But it made me curious.

Adam's apartment
was immaculate.

Like, OCD immaculate.

Everything was symmetrical.

Almost everything.

The plant on the right,
it's maybe

two inches higher
than the other one.

You were
running out of NZT.

You took care of Eli and Jay.

You took their pills.

Yeah, I should have
got rid of that.

Your buddy Eli
was a snake.

He shorted the market
using my research.

So, really, the biggest
bonus-- that money clip--

they were mine.

He was a good person.

And you murdered him.

And you're going to jail.

You planning on
going to the police?

Hey, you want to
call 'em, right now?

I mean, I can't wait to tell 'em
how I shot the fugitive

who came looking for
some drug called NZT.

Which, by the way,
Brian, I'm not

stupid enough to
keep where I live.

Here's how I see it:

Maybe you pass out
from that hole in your leg.

Maybe you get arrested.

Or maybe I find you

before anyone
with a badge can.

Either way...

works out fine for me.

Hello?

BRIAN: Guess what?

I was wrong about Hapaboy.

Brian?

Mm-hmm.

It's Finch?

Um... I know.

His real name
is Andrew Benn.

He's been vacationing in
Honduras the last two weeks.

The killer's name
is Adam Honeycutt.

And, uh...
I can't prove it yet,

but, um, he did

kind of, uh... he shot me.

What?

Yeah.

Are you at a hospital?

No. I, I-I...

But they-they-they train
you guys, right?

To-to patch up bullet wounds?
Like, in case of

emergencies or something?

They tell us

to get to a hospital.

Yeah, well,

I can't do that, so...

You want me to coach you
through patching

a bullet wound? Why would you
expect me to do that?

Because I'm innocent.

Where is the bullet?

Is it in your leg, still?

I don't know.
No, I think it just grazed me.

Is the blood bright red
or is it dark?

Dark, I think.

Okay, that's good.

That means it didn't
hit an artery.

Mm.

We're gonna patch the wound.

If there's any cloth in there,
that can get infected.

Okay.

So do you have a knife?

Do you, do you have
tweezers or something?

Uh...

Tweezers?

Yeah.

Yeah, uh-huh. I g...

What-what are we
using these for?

'Cause I can't go
digging around in my own leg.

Yes, you can.

Think about something else
and just do it.

Uh, okay, how?

How am I supposed
to think about something else?

Um...

You like egg creams, right?

The ones from Isaac's
on Forest Hills?

Yeah.
How did you know about that?

I saw a picture in your house.

Hey...

y-you know something, um...

my mom...

always wanted me to be a doctor.

Instead, I...

I-I turned out to be...

...nothing, I guess.

Brian...

you're gonna
get through this, okay?

I am gonna
talk you through this.

Oh!

Brian?

What are you doing?

Combat gauze, stitches.

It's not perfect,
but you won't bleed out.

Unless you get
your dumb ass shot again.

Oh, her bedside
manner's unorthodox,

but you are in expert hands.

It's about time
you and me talked.

Do you know who I am?

Oh. Oh, God.

I've been tracking you
ever since you first bumped

into the FBI
at your friend's apartment.

And then, when they last
traced your call,

one of my sources
intercepted and...

here we are.

Why?

I'm nobody.

Everybody says
you're gonna be president soon.

I haven't officially
announced that yet,

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

Do you know how much time
we get off in the senate?

It's shocking, really.

I don't know
if I can give it up.

One NZT pill.

I give this to you.

If you're not the killer,
you can go prove it.

But what are you
gonna do after that?

Go back to temping?

Every day a little closer
to 30... 40.

I know what that's like.

It's lonely.

God.

Your body craves it
faster and faster, yeah.

You think it's bad now,
it's only gonna get worse.

You actually might remember
this moment as the last time

you felt vaguely human.

But it doesn't have
to be that way, Brian.

I took a pill
this morning.

I've taken a pill every morning
for the past four years.

I can't remember
the last time I felt bad.

That's not true.

No, I had a headache
two years ago.

How... how did you...
how did you do that?

That.

Millions of dollars
of private research.

It works
on a cyclical enzyme system.

Oh, you don't know what
that means. It doesn't matter.

All you need to remember
is that every so often,

you take one of these shots.

And you can have as much NZT as
you want with no side effects.

You're on the verge
of having a life

that most people
can't even begin to imagine.

Can you remember what it's like

to be inside
your mother's womb?

I can.

I think about it
when I need to relax.

Have you ever thought
about why people have to age?

Is it inevitable?

I'm not sure.

So-so, wait. What-what the hell
are you offering me?

You're offering me one pill?

Well, if things go the way
I expect they will,

you're gonna have as much NZT
as you need.

Why? Why would you help me?

Let's just say
I need somebody in a position

that you soon
will be qualified to fill.

But one thing.

This conversation is here
and now and nowhere else.

You describe it to the FBI,
to your parents, to anyone...

I will let you die
more painfully and slowly

than you can fathom.

So what's it gonna be, Brian?

You ready to become somebody
who matters?

BRIAN:
One pill.

One last chance
to prove I'm innocent.

There's one piece of evidence
Adam wouldn't get rid of.

I just have to get to it.

Hey, buddy.

Are you sure you're wearing
the right name tag?

What?

Yeah.

Hey, did you ever see

one of those instructional
videos about pickpocketing?

All you have to do is create
one slight misdirection,

and you can steal just about
anything, like this gun.

Hey, don't worry
about it, Francis.

I'm not gonna hurt anyone, okay?

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

Sorry.

Just try to stay calm.

You can hit
the silent alarm now.

You want me
to hit the alarm?

Call the FBI, too,
ask for Rebecca Harris.

Tell her Brian Finch just
walked in here with a gun.

There's a lot of people
out there, huh?

What are we doing here, Brian?

Did you know that
Adam Honeycutt

does his banking here?

He had to fill out
financial disclosure forms

when he came over
to Manchester-Reid.

I read it all.

He told me he
doesn't keep any NZT

in his apartment,
but according

to the manager here, he has a
safety deposit box downstairs.

Let's go see what's inside.

Look at that watch.

You see that?

That's Eli Whitford's blood.

I see it.

Well, in that case, I surrender.

WOMAN (on TV):
And the police are still trying
to piece this all together.

Just a short time ago,

we spoke with the victim's
mother, and she...

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

I just got copies
of Brian Finch's CT scans.

You've seen the NZT files.
Does that look right?

Brian took at least
two doses of NZT.

His brain should be
rewiring itself.

And yet, he presents

as a perfectly healthy
28-year-old.

Brian's immune to
the side effects of taking NZT.

We don't know how, but
we certainly plan on learning.

You want to study Brian
to figure out

how to make a safe version
of the drug.

Whoever created NZT--
still a mystery, by the way--

may be out there
giving it to anybody.

This is an arms race, Rebecca,

and Brian could help us win it.

He's a person.

A good one, actually.

Am I the only one
that's thinking about this?

If Brian's
gonna take NZT anyway,

then every time he takes it,
he basically becomes

the smartest
person in the world.

That's a resource.

Let's make it our resource.

You're talking

about putting him to work?

Call him a consultant.

We can still study him,
yes, but...

make the bank charges disappear.

Let's move him into the
safe house in Greenpoint.

I'll be his liaison.

You trust him
with that kind of power?

I'm not sure I trust anyone
with that kind of power, but...

if we keep him here,
I can watch him,

and we can use him.

Brian has the potential
to be more effective

than every agent
in this division

combined.

No.

No?

Not unless you can
get my father a new liver.

You do that,
I'll do whatever job you want.

We don't work that way.

Well, start.

Someone, somewhere
up the food chain--

they can move him up
the transplant list.

If I'm as important
as you say I am,

then you find
that person-- or don't.

Brian... you're out on bail.

You could go to prison.

And even if you don't,
do you really

want to go back
to your old life?

I'd do anything to save my dad.

WOMAN:
Nurses station.

Heard you got some luck.

Brian.

They're really
operating tomorrow?

You know, you don't have to
pretend that this is a surprise.

The lady from the FBI

was in this morning to visit me.

She wouldn't give me
any details,

but she said that...

she said that

you made this happen.

What happened to you?

You look different.

Yeah, I'll tell you
all about it sometime.

Oh, boy, I'm proud of you, kid.

You don't even know
what I did.

I don't need to
know what you did.

I woke up this morning
feeling scared.

Tomorrow, I'll wake up
feeling hopeful.

You did that.

You saved my life.

Thank you.

REBECCA:
You were right, you know.

About my father.

He used for ten years,
when I was a kid.

My mom finally moved me
and my sister out of the house

in the middle of the night.

He cleaned up after
I joined the Bureau.

He came to see me one
night last year, and...

something was off.

He said
he'd been blind his whole life,

but now, tonight,

he could see.

When he left,

he said the next time I saw him,
he'd be a different person.

A better person.

Three weeks later, his body
floated up in the East River.

I'm sorry.

You know what I remember
about that night?

His eyes.

They had this shine.

Just like yours did
on that subway platform.

That's why you didn't shoot me.

I think my father was
on NZT that night.

And if I can figure out
where it comes from,

maybe I can figure out
what happened to him.

You agreed to do a job, Brian.

It's time.

Just don't lie to me.

Ever.

You sure about this?

I couldn't help my father.

Maybe I can help you.