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(Busta Rhymes' "Break Ya Neck")

* Yeah

* Check it out, see

* The only thing you
need to do right here is *

* Just nod your freakin' head

* So let me do this psh

* Y'all know when we come
we be makin' it flop *

* The way we makin' it hot'll
make a... wanna stop *

* Get money then
cash that check for me *

* All my people just
bust your tech for me *

* Everybody from every hood,
bang your head *

* Till you break your m--
head for me *

* We be always blowing the spot,
again and again *

* And make a...
really want to stop *

* Better tell your crew,
your peeps *

* All my... better
put they troops on *

* And gather up your soldiers

* You know you better
keep your boots on *

Are you seeing this?
There's a boot logger.

They're gonna know
we were here.

That's why
I'm changing the grades

on the backup server.

And that helps us how?

Once I zero out
the local drives,

they'll have no choice
but to restore them

from the backups.

Yada, yada, yada,
new grades in place.

No sign we were here.
You're welcome. Psh.

The cops are here!

Like, not the campus cops,
the real cops!

Oh, God... they've
entered the building.

We have to go.
Now!

Just give me a minute.
We don't have one.

(keyboard clacking)

Let's go, guys,
come on.

Agh!

Uhh! I did not
enjoy that!

The cops saw us.
What if they can I.D. us, man?

This is so, so bad.

Actually, this
is very, very good.

See, now we know the true
police response time,

so if we account
for that here

and adjust the other variables
accordingly, booyah.

Next time, we'll--
Next time, we'll study!

Oh, God.

Well, you did it.
Officers, you caught us.

A bunch of dumb college kids
just trespassing on campus

as dumb college kids
are wont to do.

Now, you could take us down
to the station, I get that.

Fill out all that boring
paperwork, but for what?

I mean,
it's a silly misdemeanor.

So why don't we just chalk
this up we just being out here--

Agh!
(taser clacking)

Uhh! Ohh.

**

(grunts softly)

(distant sirens)

**

(chuckling)
You look tired.

You need a pick-me-up?

Beats the hell
out of espresso.

It was fun pretending to be
somebody else for the weekend,

but I'm...
on the clock now.

Dr. Jekyll
and Agent Reade.

(chuckling)

(snorting)

Nikki, I gotta get ready.

You feel ready to me.

Shepherd looked me
right in the eye.

Just before...

There was nothing
you could do.

That's the problem!

I mean, Shepherd
goes where she wants.

Does what she wants.

Kills who she wants!

There's nothing that
we can ever do.

Well, not entirely.

She didn't count on us
finding Clark.

She killed him
because he knew something.

Clark was lucid
for a second.

He mentioned something
about "The Truman Protocol."

Does that mean
anything to you?

No... but, look,
I'll look into it.

Uh, in the meantime...

Property records.

For Ellen Briggs.

(Weller)
This is everywhere
that Shepherd lived

before she went
off the grid?

Meaning Roman and I
might have lived there, too.

We need to send you and Roman
to every one of these addresses.

See if any of them
trigger anything

that leads us
to Shepherd.

Hey, sorry to interrupt.

There's something
you need to see.

What are you doing
back here already?

I'm okay... I saw a doctor,

and she said there's nothing
physically wrong with me.

All the more reason to get
checked out psychologically.

An okay person
doesn't collapse at work.

I had to come in today.
For a tattoo.

You solved a new one?

Actually, this one
solved itself.

By design, this tattoo

had to be solved today.

How is that possible?

There's an equation
hidden in the tattoo.

Its variables correspond
to real-world economic values--

stock prices,
commodities, futures.

This morning,
for the first time,

the equation balanced out.

So something
is about to go down.

But what?

I'm not sure yet,
but I'm pretty sure

it involves lithium.

In order for
this equation to work,

its market price had
to pass an all-time high.

What's so special
about lithium?

It's the main component

in all modern
high-capacity batteries.

Everything from smart phones
to electric cars.

Lithium powers the things
that power everything.

It's quickly becoming
the new oil.

But what about
the tattoo itself?

It's the seal
for a secret society

at Jameson College
called Daedalus.

The smart guy
from Greek mythology.

Made Icarus's wings, right?

Stop looking at me like that
when I know things.

Pretentious college kids
and lithium.

That does not add up.

Maybe they're mixing it
with Jaeger and doing shots?

(chuckles)
All right, how secret
is this secret society?

Very-- members have
a strict code of silence,

but a partial list
of alumni

was leaked
a few years back.

(Nas)
Wow, that's some
pretty heavy hitters here.

Fortune 500 CEOs,
a couple of senators.

Even a former chairman
of the Federal Reserve.

(Weller)
No...

And Gord Enver.

Yeah, I thought you
might like that one.

Why does that
sound familiar to me?

Because it's Rich.com's
real name.

Please tell me we don't
need to bring him in.

We need a member
who will talk.

And no one likes talking
more than Rich.

(elevator bell dings)

(Zapata)
What the hell?

Looks like someone
found religion.

(Jane)
Looks like someone
found all the religions.

Children, let us pray.

You've got to be
kidding me.

(whispered prayer)

Bless this mess.

You done?

We need to ask you
for a little help.

Say no more.

With a case.

I'd love to help you,

but, uh, I'm actually
pretty busy

trying to investigate
the spiritual plane

and reclaim my tattered soul
from eternal damnation.

We have some questions
about Daedalus.

True answers come
from within, Jane.

Cooperate...
and we can make

your incarceration
far more comfortable.

What can you offer the man
who wants for nothing?

(Weller)
The rest of your time in prison

becoming a living hell
if you don't cooperate.

Every home is a prison.

Every prison a home.

I have no home, ergo,
I have no prison.

So your religion
is Fortune Cookie.

It's easier to hide behind
simple jokes-- I get it.

Just tell us
what this is.

How'd you get this?

What is the formula
doing on your body?

What do you mean?
What's "the formula"?

(handcuffs clinking)

Okay, off the record,
it's an old Daedalus tradition.

It's a risk-reward
algorithm we use

to determine
which risky activity

is actually worth the risk.

Cheating on tests,
shoplifting...

unprotected sex--
you know, the fun stuff.

But some alumni
have actually taken

to using it in their
post-college lives

to justify some pretty
shady business dealings.

Like becoming
a dark web kingpin.

Let he
who is without sin...

Please focus, Rich.

(Weller)
This version of the formula...

what's it for?

Oh, Gott im Himmel.

This is bad.
This is very bad.

What's bad, Rich?

Koran Surah 5:101.

"Do not ask about things
which, if they are shown you,

will distress you."

I'm already distressed!

What does it mean?

Matthew 24:7.

And nation will rise
against nation,

kingdom against kingdom.

This permutation of the formula
determines the optimal time

to start an armed conflict.

And, according
to these numbers,

that time is today.

What are you saying, Rich?

Call your family
and tell them you love them.

Because this is a formula
to start a war.

**

Basically, Rich is right.

There's nothing basic
about it-- I'm right.

The formula's been tweaked
to determine at what point

lithium becomes so expensive

that it's more cost effective
to just, you know,

invade another country
and take theirs.

(Weller)
Which country?

Hard to say,
based on the data set.

All major conflicts
begin with a catalyst,

a casus belli,
if you will.

Anyone can start a war
if they find the right spark.

And blame it
on the right country.

See? She gets it.
All you need to do

is force the government's hand
with a large enough attack.

So what's the attack,

and which country's getting
framed for it?

And which members of Daedalus
are involved in the conspiracy?

How should I know?
I belong to a...

very different club now.

Okay, so you're
gonna pontificate?

Start waxing poetic on who else
we should look at in Daedalus.

Zach Riley.

He's gotta be involved.

You know Zach Riley?

Know him?
He got me into Daedalus.

The guy who wants
to colonize the moon?

Oh, he's more than
just the moon guy.

His software, RileyShare,
was practically the birth

of digital music distribution.

Sold it for billions.

Now he's a major player
in everything from

artificial intelligence
to electric cars.

He's also
a major ass-hat, okay?

It's like me,
but without the wit

or the looks or the char--
You know what?

It's not a good
comparison, okay?

Imagine--
Oh, my God.

Electric cars
are powered by lithium.

There... Riley Motors

is one of the biggest buyers
of lithium in the hemisphere.

So if the U.S. invade
the right country,

they could save him billions.

I want to know where
Zach Riley is, right now.

Anyone else in Daedalus
that we should know about?

Well, there's probably
one guy I should mention.

No. N-N-N-N-No.

You didn't tell me
he would be here.

I... if this is another
one of your schemes

to get me back, I swear--

I had nothing
to do with this.

(scoffs)
You like nice, by the way.

Don't talk to me,
don't look at me--

Don't look at you?
Come on, look at me!

I'm a changed man
because of you.

You made me wanna be
a better human.

Okay, so-- uck!
You again?

Lovely to see you as well.

(sighs)

All right, guess where
Zach Riley is right now.

Back at Jameson College,

an honoree for
the winter carnival.

That makes sense--
Daedalus will traditionally

hide their meetings
under the cover

of larger alumni events.

It's, uh, designed to help
safeguard their secrecy.

At some point
during the carnival,

they'll have a members-only
cocktail party at The Labyrinth.

The what?

Daedalus's clubhouse
on campus.

(Jane)
Well, we need to get
in that building.

Find out who Riley's
conspiring with

and when the attack's
gonna happen.

Good luck-- groups
a lot scarier than the F.B.I.

have tried that
and failed miserably.

Why go in as F.B.I.
when we got two

card-carrying members
right here?

(Weller)
That's a good point.
Me go with Rich?

Uh, no, just give me
the death penalty.

Oh, my God, how many times
do I have to say I'm sorry?

Once! You have to
say it one time!

Enough, you two!

Can members take a date
to this party?

I mean, it's been a while since
I've been available to attend,

but, uh, yeah,
they sure used to.
Great.

You'll go separately
with a plus one.

That way, have twice the eyes
and ears in there.

I'm sorry, but...
why would I help any of you?

'Cause I can transfer you
to Victorville.

That's 85 miles from
your parents in L.A.

I know it's been a little
hard for them to travel,

so this way, they'll be able
to visit you more often.

As for you, Rich--
Tut, tut, tut.

The Talmud states
that whoever saves a life,

it is considered as if
they saved an entire world.

Stopping this war will save
thousands of lives,

and therefore,
thousands of worlds.

That's quite enough for me.

**

(Jane)
It's a war formula.

You need me out there.

No, right now,
it's a recon mission.

All right? Our priority
is still Sandstorm.

Nas will take you and Roman

to all of Shepherd's
old residences.

See if any of them
trigger any memories.

Are you sure?

(Patterson)
Stop touching this.
You're touching it.

I'm allowed to,
it's mine.

Yeah... uh...
I can handle Rich.

All right? But we need
a lead on Shepherd.

So, please, find out.

Yeah, okay.

We have
to infiltrate Daedalus,

get a pulse on Riley,
and stop this attack.

So, Boston and Rich, they can
get us into The Labyrinth.

Patterson, are you up
for some field work?

Yes.
Good.

You're with Boston.

Uck, Agent Granny Panties?

Oh, it's not exactly
Comic-Con for me, either, dude.

She knows this world.

And her tech skills
could come in handy.

Rich...

You take Tasha.

Which one's Tasha?

(Weller)
That one.

(winces)
No offense,
but I don't think

anyone's gonna buy
Suzy-Frowns-A-Lot
as my plus one.

And, really, there's only
one person in the whole F.B.I.

that can maybe
pass as my date.

Jane's busy.

You're not talking
about Jane.

**

(clears throat)

See, this is trust.
This is friendship.

Equal footing.

(Rich)
Ahh.

That water
taste funny to you?

It's a little isotope
that Nas cooked up.

It stays in your body
for days,

trackable by satellites.

You leave me for a second,

I'll find you
and I'll shoot you

as a fleeing fugitive.

You are so
controlling.

Why do I keep
coming back to you?

So what happened
between you and Rich?

He, uh,
got sober in prison

and realized you were
the worst person ever?

I don't want
to talk about it.

So is there
a Mr. Boring Lab Coat
in your life?

I don't wanna
talk about it.

(Weller)
All right, we're heading in.
Can you hear us?

All right, Riley went into
The Labyrinth 20 minutes ago.

All right, let's get eyes
on him as fast as we can.

See who he's talking to.

Uh, guys, these don't look
like typical college bouncers.

Only the penitent man
shall pass.

All right, well, now
you're just quoting
"The Last Crusade."

Mmm!

No!

No, Gord Enver
is not welcome here.

Phineas Gilmartin!

How dare you come back here
after what you did?

Oh...
Under no conditions

is this man
to enter this building.

Phineas, you're not
still mad about that?

Good-bye, Gord.
Phinny!

To err is human,
to forgive is...

Fellas, I'm a member here.

It's just a little
inside joke we play sometimes.

Okay, um, well...
what if I were to tell you

that he is a, uh,
huge racist?

How 'bout that?

I'm not just telling you,
by the way, but...

You do realize
getting inside that building

is a matter
of national security.

So... what haven't
you told me?

Ow, ow, ow! Jeez!

Okay, I maybe kinda-sorta

forgot to mention
that I'm kinda-sorta

persona non grata
around here these days.

Hey, now we can go
check out the carnival.

Huh? Maybe take in
the ice sculptures?

Riley is about
to start a war.

It's a bit hard
to stop from out here.

There may be another way.
Come on.

People forgot
about these tunnels

once Prohibition ended.

But I used to use them
to sneak all kinds

of other things
into The Labyrinth.

Hookers, Kurt,
I'm talking about hookers.

I mean, if you're gonna
push to be uncouth, you know.

Why does Phineas
hate you so much?

Apart from the obvious.

Oh, I took apart his BWM

and then reassembled it
on the roof of his dorm.

I don't know
why he got so upset.

I'm the one that almost
got expelled.

Hey, what gives?
No, uh...

judgmental glare?

No lecture on
reaping what I sow?

Ah, I nearly got
expelled myself.

A few times.
What?

Kurt Weller,
master prankster.

Is that what you're
telling me?

I want details.
So do I.

Oh, my God.
We're having a moment
right now, aren't we?

No!
You're realizing
we're not so different.

We're two peas in a pod.
Yin and yang.

Isaac and Ishmael.
DeVito and Schwarzenegger.

Can you please just
try and stay focused?

Oh, hey, wait.
What?

Well, this is the door,

but the handle's
different.

How?

Well, it's not
there anymore?

Probably on account
of all the hookers
I bought up.

I mentioned
the hookers, right?

Yes, you did.

So what's behind
that door?

The closet.

All right.
What--

Stand back.
What are you doing?

Okay.

(guests gasping and chatting)

Oh, see what they did?

They took out the closet
to make room for the--

Yeah, this is better.

(guns cocking)

I mean...

not for us right now,
obviously.

**

(clapping)
Well, if it isn't
the one and only

Gord Enver, everybody!

I wondered how you might
make an entrance.

You did not disappoint.
(laughing)

Guys, please...
he's a member.

Well, he was a member,
right, before--

You know what?
He's with me.

Thad Munson.
Yes.

You're a sight
for sore eyes.

(laughing)

Ah, it's good
to see you, pal.

(Rich)
Oh, stop it.

My, who's your friend?

I would like to introduce you
to Kurt... Enver.

My husband.

Hm.

Nice try.

But this guy's got "hooker"
written all over him.

(laughter)

His arms are all burly.
Rrr, rrr!

You mind me asking
where you got him?

Because I'd back
that stallion, whew.

Oh, he's definitely
a prostitute.

(laughter)

Thad, Phineas Gilmartin was
giving me a bit of attitude--

Yeah, you know what,
I'll handle Phineas.

You and your, uh,
meat trophy enjoy yourself.

(sighs)

Reade, Tasha...
what have we got

on Thad Munson
and Phineas Gilmartin?

(Zapata)
Phineas is an insurance lobbyist
going through a bad divorce.

And Thad's a Wall Street guy
known as The Vampire.

Buys struggling companies
and sucks out every last penny.

Yeah, he just did it
to a pharmaceutical company.

He raised their cancer drug
prices by over 1,000%.

This guy definitely needs
to be locked up,

but probably not
for a terrorist attack.

**

This is where
we grew up?

15 Robin Hood Lane.

According to property records,
this is where Shepherd lived

when she brought you back
from South Africa.

Anything?

No. You?

No.

If this is
where we were raised...

it should mean
something, right?

Well, let's take
a look inside.

Well, what if
someone comes home?

Or Shepherd could be
expecting us to come here.

It could be a trap.

With you two...
I'll take my chances.

(light music
and party chatter)

Hmm.

(Rich)
Zach Riley, 10:00.

Standing at a table with...

Ah, I can't
tell from here.

Ahem!

Shall we? Hmm?

**

What about now?

Oof! That's Bradford Winer,
international lawyer.

Does a lot of work
with the state department.

If I were trying
to seize resources
from a foreign country

I would definitely
want him on my side.

Their plan of attack
could be on that computer.

Can you get past
his security measures?

Well, technically,

I'm barred by
the U.S. government

from operating any illeg--
Ohh! Okay.

The local security
is not the issue.

The tricky part is the fob
in Riley's hand.

It generates a new, eight-digit
pass code every 90 seconds,

and it can't be faked--
we need that code.

(Weller)
Patterson, you got that?

We'll handle
the key fob.

(Weller)
We'll get the computer.

**

Come on, honey.

(lock clicking)

Hard to believe we ever
lived in a place so...

Normal?

You remember something?

No.

I can't even remember
the house I grew up in.

Maybe Shepherd kept us
someplace different.

Shepherd took my life away.

Roman...

She took everything!

I know how you feel.

Then why don't
you feel it?!

She did this
to you, too!

Where's your anger?

Where's your hurt?!

Roman... hey...

I need you
to calm down, okay?

No...

She stole my life from me.

She's gonna pay.

(door opens)

You're in
pretty low gear today.

I been dating Nikki.

Freddy's girlfriend?
Ex-girlfriend.

Oh, the ex-girlfriend
of the killer you
helped skip town?

Do you have any idea
how messed up that is?

No, thought never
crossed my mind, Zapata.

(Weller)
Reade, Tasha,

Rich and I
are headed upstairs.

You got eyes on the guards?
Only the ones in front.

Well, we're gonna
have to risk it.

How do you know this is where
Riley would keep his laptop?

Trust me, I know more
about Zach than Zach does.

We were best friends
back in the day.

Till you pissed him off?

No, until he pissed me off

when he took something
that didn't belong to him.

Haven't spoken
to him since.

(grunts)

(sighs)
You know, actually,

you could say that he
pretty much set me

on the path to becoming
Rich.com--

Rich! I don't need
the origin story.

Right, nobody
likes a prequel.

(latch clicks)

Zachy boy.

Some people never change.

We're ready
for that password.

(Patterson)
All right, it should be
displayed on that fob.

(Boston)
Damn, front shirt pocket.

Hardest pocket to pick.

Okay, well, what if--

What if we just
spill something on him,

and he has to take
the key fob out

to change, right?

Yeah, alone
in a bathroom somewhere.

I thought you
were the smart one.

I...

Wait...

Come here.
Hey, Zach!

Zach?
What are you doing?

(laughing)
Zach Riley!

So great to see you!

(laughing)
Boston!

It's been...
too long.

Way too long!
(coughs)

Oh, look at ya,
huh?

Hey, you put NASA
out of business yet?

Hey, I really want to introduce
you to somebody, all right?

Zach Riley,
visioneer of the future,

please allow me to introduce
Patterson.

Hi.
The love of my life.

Really?
I thought you were--

It is such an honor
to meet you, Mr. Riley.

Oh, my God,
if I were a kid today,

I-- your just--
your poster would
just be right between

Albert Einstein
and Marie Curie.

I'm just a businessman
who likes to dream.

Wonderful, it has just
been such a treat and a half.

Seriously,
thank you so much.
Okay, have fun.

(chuckling)

Hands off,
she's all mine.

Weller, the code is 08...

28...07... 18.

(beep)

Uh, we're in.

Okay, I'm floating
all hard drive contents

to Lenny and Squiggy
in the creepy black van.

Reade, Tasha,
data's coming your way.

Look for anything indicating
a pending attack on U.S. soil.

Weller! The guards
are heading upstairs.

Rich, you better
wrap it up.

Just give me a minute.

Rich...

That's already been invented.

H-Has it?
Yes.

Well, why do it
still have plaque?

Well, okay, I'm gonna
let you get back to being
a billionaire, I guess.

It's so great
to see you, huh?

Sir, Gord Enver has been
located on the premises.

Still tight with Gord,
Boston?

Uh-- uh, Gord, yeah.
We-- we're, um...

we're actually
in the same complex,

but we're not on
civil terms right now.

That's too bad.
Yeah.

What's in your hand?

Nothing.

Feel a little
high strung?

Go join a quartet.

Excuse me.
Okay.

Weller, get out of there.

Riley's coming your way.

Thanks for the heads-up.

**

What the hell
are you doing, Gord?

Mr. Riley,
I'm the assistant--

You know exactly what
I'm doing here, Zach.

I'm here for what's
rightfully mine.

Proof that I was the sole
inventor of RileyShare,

that you stole that code
from me before you dropped out

and moved to Silicon Valley,

that your entire empire
is built on a lie!

That I,
Gordon Meredith Enver,

should be in your shoes,
breathing your rarefied air

as a beloved visionary
instead of...

lurking, nameless
and thankless in the shadows,

like some digital thug!

Give us a moment.

Gord... I'm so sorry...

that you feel that way.

But I didn't steal
anything from you.

Yeah, we developed
some of that code together,

but then I begged you
to move to Silicon Valley
with me to finish it.

No, no.
No, no, no, no, no.

Yes! I remember,
because I couldn't believe

how little faith
you had in us.

In yourself.

The things we could've
done together.

But, no... you ran
the numbers through

that stupid formula
and then opted to stay
and finish college.

Take the safe route.

Weller, we just found
a draft of a press release

on Riley's laptop announcing
the sale of Riley Motors

so he can focus more
on his space efforts.

Riley's getting out
of the lithium business.

He's got no reason to be
part of this conspiracy.

We're sorry
about the mix-up.

He gets a little carried away
sometimes, don't you?

Uh, Gord, we should go.

We've wasted enough
of Mr. Riley's time.

I'm sorry, sir.

Gord...

If you're up for it,

there's always a spot
for you on my team.

Oh, that is...

That is very generous!

I'm sure you'll
hear from him.

Let's go, honey.

(panting)

Hey...
It's okay.

We still have a couple more
addresses to try.

Which is why we should
get back on the road.

(sighs)

He needs to regain
his composure,

and I don't think
his prison cell

in Zero Division is
a good place to do that.

Let's let him
catch his breath, okay?

Then we'll get
right back out there.

Okay, fine,
but make it quick.

Here you go.

(sighs)

Place is a bit sparse.

Haven't had much time
to decorate.

At least your doors
open when you want them to.

They didn't always.

Nice flowers.

Who's Oliver?

Just a friend.

What is it?

I remember something.

(Patterson)
All right, the tattoo

still points to Daedalus.

Even if Zach Riley isn't
plotting a U.S. attack

to trigger a war,
someone else here is.

From this point on,
every member is a suspect.

(Boston)
This is all Rich's fault.

Sends us on some
wild goose chase

because of a personal grudge
he can't let go of.

Okay, is there
an alumni room here somewhere

where we can get information?

You know, it's always
about Rich with Rich.

He doesn't care about
other people's issues.

He doesn't--
Would you shut up
about Rich!

You broke up, you just
need to deal with it.

At least your ex
didn't try to kill you

and then hand you
over to a madwoman

to be tortured
and exploit your grief

over your one true love
who died because

you wouldn't
move in with him.

You feel better?

(sighs)

Kinda.

Great.
Yeah.

Yeah.

So can we talk about
my problems again?

Okay.

You know, Rich just
will not shut up,

and I have asked him
on numerous occasions...

**

Reade, Tasha,

keep searching
through Riley's files.

See if you can find out
who he sold Riley Motors to.

We're looking for anyone who can
benefit from the invasion

of a lithium-rich country.

Zach's right, you know.

I gave up on the software
to stay in college

and finish my degree--
a piece of paper.

(Weller)
That's Congressman Kelley.

He's on the Armed Forces
Subcommittee.

A piece of paper that cost me
billions of dollars, okay?

Are you happy now,
Mom and Dad, huh?

Why don't you take that
piece of paper...
Rich! Rich!

...and roll it up real tight
and shove it up your--

Shh! Rich.
We're on a mission.

Drop the existential crisis.

Who cares
about the mission?

Kurt, listen.
Don't be like me, okay?

Don't waste your life
on missions.

You grab Jane now,

before somebody else does,

and then uses her to make
billions of dollars.

I know that last part
didn't really make sense,

but you see
what I'm saying, right?

(bell chiming)

What's going on?

(Rich)
It's the Awakening.

It's a sacred
Daedalus ritual.

This better not
be a sex thing.

If it is, we should probably
go along with it, right?

We don't wanna
blow our cover.

I can't believe
your real name is
Boston Arliss Crab.

I thought
it was an alias.

You're making fun of my name
when your first name is--

Wait, who's that guy?

(Boston)
Excellent question.

I got eyes on
a shady-looking dude

headed straight
for the exit.

Follow him,
but don't engage.

We're on our way.

If you want the heart
of a lion,

you must first be
willing to consume it.

Who will be the first
to partake with me?

Stop! No one leaves once
the Awakening has begun.

(chuckling)

(grunting)

(guests gasping)

(bone snaps)
Uhh!

Come on.

Oh, you're definitely
banned now, Gord.

Oh, suck it,
Phineas.

What's wrong
with rich people?

We get bored.

Got an I.D. on the guy
who left the party.

His name is Benjamin Oren.

He's an executive at
Northlake Military Contractors.

Northlake stands
to make millions
if an attack on the U.S.

led to military action
overseas.

(Patterson)
He's sending another text.

Right. We're following him
into the Fine Arts building.

(panting)
Boston, what are you doing?

Let's go!

**

Okay.

Ohh! Hi. We--

We didn't know
anybody was in here.

W-We came in here
to have sex with each other.

Oh...
We find each other
incredibly attractive.

(gun cocks)

Oh sonova.

**

Uh... Boston!

(gunfire)

(all grunting)

(metal clangs)

(both grunting)

(Weller)
Patterson.

Reade, Tasha...
help me now.

On our way.

Rich, give me your hand.

You're giving me
a gun right now?

We are totally leveling up
on our friendship.

What are you doing?
Give me your other hand!

I'm saving your life.

Here.
(handcuffs snap)

Ow!
You don't wanna run
towards gunfire.

Gunfire doesn't kill people!
People kill people!

I guess, technically,
gunfire does kill people.

(handcuffs clattering)

Gah! Uhh!

(both grunting)

(gunshot)

Aah!
Sorry!

Uhh!

Ohh!

Down!

Uhh!

(gun cocks)

Drop it. F.B.I.
Drop the weapon.

Move!

Ohh!

Gord?

Hey, Thad, you
wouldn't happen to have

a tie clip or a hairpin
on you, would you?

Little trouble
with your date?

(laughing)
No, it's nothing like that.

It's, um...

All right, look,
I'm with the F.B.I.

There's some heavy-duty
stuff going down right now,

and I need to help stop it.

You're about to pull a gun
on me, aren't you?

Wha-- what makes you
say that, Gord?

The fact that you
left the Awakening Ceremony.

You're not fleeing
from the sound of gunfire.

Also, there's a pistol-shaped
bulge in your jacket.

Ohh...

(screams)
Jeez!

You crazy?
You could have hit me!

You're lucky I need
someone like you
alive, Gord.

Or should I say
Rich.com?

**

Here, is this
the restaurant?

Yeah, this is it.

I was watching for a truck
over there and...

Weller was sitting
right in that window

with a--
with a woman.

Who?

Agh!
I don't know, I...

Look, uh, I need to go
and check in with Weller.

Take him inside.

Yeah, okay.

(Jane)
Roman...

Roman.

(engine revving)

(crash, tires screeching)

(grunting)

I killed her.

Who?

It's okay, Emma.

Emma. Uh...
Weller's friend.

Middle-aged, dark hair?
Yeah.

Weller said Emma Shaw
died in a car accident

less than a year ago.

You killed
Taylor Shaw's mother.

Why? Why would I do that?

Because Emma would have
known I wasn't her daughter.

Shepherd was protecting
my cover story.

Tying up loose threads.

By making me kill
an innocent person.

We need to tell Nas.

No, Roman, wait...

Weller can't find out
through her.

Okay? Let me tell him.

The Shaw family
was very important to him.

He'll take it better
coming from me.

Let's go.

So you're
telling me your plan

was to steal a bunch
of radioactive crap

and then detonate a dirty bomb
at your alma mater?

One of my partners
was supposed to unlock this,

but he's indisposed, so...
get to hacking!

This is not
a good plan, okay?

I mean, no offense,
but everyone's

gonna know it
was an inside job.

Actually, they'll
figure it was him.

A Bolivian rebel
with an axe to grind
against the U.S.,

killed while stealing
some pretty scary stuff.

Bolivia.

A lithium-rich country.

With a government...
about to collapse.

Thad, come on.
This isn't you.

You dick around with
pharmaceutical prices,
not war!

Business is business,
and thanks to my recent

acquisition of Riley motors,

business just
got very, very good.

Zach sold to you?
And a few other members.

Lithium was getting
too expensive,

but we're not gonna
have that problem.

No, but the F.B.I.'s
already onto you.

They're gonna
know the truth.

Once this bomb goes off,
the truth isn't gonna matter.

Tomorrow morning,
when an entire U.S. city
is glowing red,

nobody's gonna care what
a couple of Feds

and their pet rat
have to say.

Now hack!

I'm sorry, but my Buddhist
teachings prohibit me

from contributing
to violence.

(gunshot)
Ohh! Oh, my God.

You shot me in the foot!

Next time,
I aim higher.

Okay, okay.

**

Benjamin Oren's
still unconscious.

The other guy's just
a Northlake grunt.

Doesn't know much.
And Rich went missing.

He ran, again.
Start tracking him.

I found this on Oren.

(Reade)
What's it for?

I don't know,
but I recognize the letters.

Riley School
of Alternative Energy.

The school has a hazardous
materials containment system.

Right here on campus.

How hazardous?

Radioactive.

We figured out who
Oren was texting with.

Thad Munson-- they just
pinged Thad's phone

at the school
of alternative energy.

He's there
right now with Rich.

We got the key--
so Thad's using Rich

to break out
this nuclear material.

They're not here
to plan an attack.

They're here to execute one.

**

Reade, Tasha,
anything on your floors?

(Reade)
Not yet.
(Zapata)
Negative.

Patterson, get a local PD to
help us lock down The Labyrinth

until we know who else
is involved.

Call in HAZMAT and pray to God
that we don't need them.

No! You're too late!

Oh-kay...

Munson, let him go.

Turn around, Fed,
or your Buddhist friend here

gets his third eye!

Third eye
is actually a Hindu--

(both)
Shut up!

I'm sorry, Rich.

I can't let him get away
with that container.

That's okay, why are you
apologizing to me?

I don't know why--
'Cause...

(gunshot)
Ohh! Ohh!

Put the gun down.
Okay!

(Rich groaning)
Back up.

Strontium's been contained.

Send me an ambulance.
Agh!

Rich has been shot.

Twice.

You shot
the hostage.

Your obsession with
the movie "Speed"

has become very unhealthy.

(groaning)

(siren bloops)

You know, Boston,

I might actually miss you
when you go to California.

Hmm.

(police radio chatter)

(Patterson)
Wait...

You made this?

In a different life.

Well... it's incredible.

How does someone
this talented

become a criminal?

I followed my heart.

Stupid, right?

So what are the chances
I get a full pardon

now that I'm
a national hero?

You do realize that
your work with us

is highly classified?

Well, don't I get
a medal of some kind?

Purple Heart, Silver Star?

Redemption's
its own reward.

Ah, stupid
spiritual enlightenment.

Ow! Jeez, that's close.

See ya.

What if I told you
I could help you solve

another tattoo?

What? I'm here
every other week.

You don't think I know
what you guys are up to?

What'll it cost us?

All I want is for Boston
to be transferred

to a minimum security
facility.

The white collar kind.

Tennis courts
and macramé classes.

Then, at the earliest
possible chance,

he gets out
on good behavior.

Which religion
is telling you to do this?

Actually, I was thinking
of starting one of my own.

That's terrifying.
Wow...

How dare you.

So what have you got?

I may have done
a little snooping

around the Jane Doe files

last time I paid
you two a visit.

(Weller)
Of course you did.

Recognize this?

Because I sure do.

Hey... um...

I've been reading
Dr. Sun's file.

Look...
Hey, if you want me
to open up to a therapist

post-Borden, I'm damn well
gonna do my homework on them.

I wanted to know why
she left Zero Division.

Look, that file doesn't
tell the whole story.

It says that
she was there...

when Sandstorm
infiltrated your group.

And that she voiced concerns
about the team member

that later turned out
to be compromised.

But no one listened
to her.

I didn't listen.

Because you were
too close to the mole?

How did you get over it?

That feeling of...
being betrayed.

I-- I didn't.

And... and it
cost me dearly.

But, look, Patterson,
you still have a chance.

Talk to Dr. Sun.

Put Borden behind you.

(keys jingling)

Nikki?

You think Patterson
will be pleased or pissed

when she finds out
Rich cracked a tattoo?

Pissed.

Definitely pissed.

Yeah.
How'd it go today?

Roman, did he...
remember anything?

No.

It was worth a shot.

We'll find her.

Shepherd.

Yeah.

Wasn't so bad,

out in the field today,
with Rich.

Maybe he is finding
his... soul.

Well, plus,
you got to shoot him.

I wish you could
have seen that.

(phone jingles)
Me, too.

(chuckling)

I gotta go.

A hot date?

No, I--
Well, I mean...

Yeah, but it's not,
you know, it's not-- it's...

It's a date.

(chuckling)
So...

I'll see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

(door opens)

Tell me you have something
on Truman Protocol.

It seems to be
a series of meetings

that took place
in the '40s...

in the buildup to the dropping
of the A-bomb on Hiroshima.

So what has that got
to do with Sandstorm now?

I don't know.

You know, I've been
in the business of secrets

for my entire life, and..

I've never encountered
anything this buried.

You're telling me that
every Truman Protocol file

has been redacted?

No...

I'm telling you
that there are no files.

That whatever the Truman
protocol was,

somebody has worked very hard
to have it completely erased.

The F.B.I. was
all over me today.

They were just after
Munson and his crew.

Relax.
He's taken care of.

Some advance notice
would be nice.

(chuckling)

Shepherd's not
big on notice.

You sure the F.B.I. knows
nothing about our arrangement?

Well, not unless
you said something.

I'd die before
I told anyone.

Yes...

or, failing that,
afterwards.

**

Smile, Mr. Riley.

We couldn't do
Phase Two without you.

**

**

(man)
Greg, move your head!