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This is the third one this month.

I'm well aware of that.

I wasn't brought on for this.

I thought we agreed
we're just supposed to find them.

Things change, Lloyd.

I need you to be more careful.

Are you telling me how to do my job?

I'm warning you.

One or two more of these
experiments goes south,

and someone's gonna get wind
of what we're doing here.

And you're being well compensated

to take on that risk, Lloyd,

but if you're telling me
that you'd rather not continue,

we will find somebody else.

Is that what you'd prefer?

[ Police radio chatter ]

License and registration, please.

- Evening, Officer.
- Evening.

Sure. No problem.

What are you hauling here?

Produce.

And, uh, where to?

Sanborn.

Sanborn, huh?

Are you aware that this highway's

a drug-smuggling route
into Ontario?

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Good, then you wouldn't mind me

taking a look in the back
of the vehicle, would you?

You want to remove the sheet, please?

What the...

Don't...

[ Siren wailing ]

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[ Alarm blaring ]

[ Blaring stops ]

Charlene:
Honey, what's wrong?

You left your cane.

I didn't need it.

For the first time in...

I don't know how long, Char,
I just got up and walked.

[ Both chuckle ]

Just a few steps.
Hurt like hell.

[ Sighs ]

Well, the treatment?

It's working.

After the attack, I didn't think
I'd ever be the same,

and after the diagnosis...

And you heard what the doctor said...

tumor's shrinking.

And it's working.

Mm.

Hey, don't hang up.
I'm in trouble.

Liz: The judge cleared you
of everything.

It's not about the harbormaster.

I can't.

Look, when Reddington blew my cover,

he exposed me to some
very dangerous people,

and now they're looking for me.

And the guy who places me,
I can't get in touch with him.

[ Sternly ]
Tom...

And these people, these Germans...

- Hold on.
- Get in.

Where the hell you been?
How'd you find me?

If I can, they can.

They flagged you leaving Dresden.

Your passports are burned.

Throw me the bag!
Get in!

All right, look, I got to go,

- but I'll be all right.
- We got to leave!

I know!
Give me a second!

- Now!
- I know what today is.

Have fun at Wing Yee's tonight.

Goodbye, Tom.

What's this?

You don't remember, do you?

What?

The grapevines.

The ones you and Sam harvested.

Of course. I-I remember.

Along the garden fence,
we would pick...

Is this from...

A bottle of wine you made
with Sam when you were a child.

Happy birthday, Lizzy.

You've become everything
Sam dreamed you would and more.

Share it with someone special.

That said, it's probably
undrinkable by now,

so I also brought you
an '82 Brunello as a backup.

[ Sighs ]

31.

No offense, but that's old.

My yogi tells me
that time doesn't exist.

He fully intends to live forever,

and tragically, he's not the only one.

Tell me, what do you know about
the Longevity Initiative?

I haven't heard of it.

It's a private company

dedicated to extending
human life indefinitely,

funded by none other than Roger Hobbs.

- The tech billionaire?
- Yes.

He started years ago.

I know because he
offered me the opportunity

to invest as a founding partner
in the project.

I passed.

You know Roger Hobbs personally?

Roger is considerably smarter
than the above-average bear,

and now... it appears
he may also be as deadly.

You're aware of
the New York state trooper

who was gunned down last night
in the line of duty?

The suspect's still missing,

but they found mutilated bodies
in the back of the truck.

Not mutilated.

Experimented on.

The Longevity Initiative has
entered the human-trial phase.

If they've made a breakthrough,
they need to test it.

On innocent victims.

With any luck,
I'll be dead-wrong.

Perhaps you'll have a better sense

once you've spoken with Roger Hobbs.

Ressler: Sorry to bother you
at home.

Actually, the Longevity Initiative

does not have
any dedicated office space.

We fund research all over the world.

Liz:
How many employees?

About a thousand.

All doing research on immortality?

Sounds like
science-fiction, I know,

but it's all grounded work.

We have a goal...
to solve the death riddle.

To do that, we target
the issue from every angle.

We support unproven
advanced genetic technologies

that the mainstream
establishment won't even touch.

Simply put, we are trying

to extend the life of the
human body as long as possible.

How about we talk about
the three dead bodies,

all with craniotomies,

found being smuggled
in the back of a truck?

What are the chances

that we connect those
dead bodies back to you

and your, uh, experiment?

You can't possibly think

one of my scientists was responsible.

There is speculation
that some of your employees

might have thought
it was time for human trials.

I mean, look, I have
enough lawyers on speed dial

to fill a stadium.

I'm here talking to you

because this project
means everything to me.

We have nothing to hide.

We'll need a list
of all of your researchers.

Done. You have
my full cooperation.

That was the ME's office.

We have to go.
Thank you.

Thank you for your time.

Mm-hmm.

Maynard:
You were right...

these people were experimented on.

All three victims died during
a neurosurgical procedure.

- For what purpose?
- Unclear.

But foreign cells were introduced
into their brain tissue.

- What kinds of cells?
- Well, some of them were fetal stem cells,

but some were, well...

not human.

- Bizarre.
- When the bodies came in,

they all had catastrophic damage

to the frontal lobe of the brain.

Naturally, I thought that damage

was caused by whatever
experiment led to their death,

but then, I got an ID
of one of the victims, and...

[ Exhales sharply ]

So, the experiments
didn't cause the brain damage.

No.

You're looking at William Eckhoff.

He was in a skiing accident,

suffered multiple bone fractures,

but most importantly,
a traumatic brain injury...

couldn't speak.

In fact, he was reported missing
three days ago

from a care facility in Hagerstown.

Who would abduct
a defenseless, disabled man

and subject him to such cruelty?

Powell:
What did you do?

Why am I looking at my patients
on every newscast?!

I could care less about your patients.

I murdered a cop.

[ Inhales sharply ]
I don't believe this.

I told you if we kept going,
we'd attract unwanted attention.

I'm gone.

I'm leaving the country.
You do the same.

I can't do that.

I have to go.
I'm with a patient.

[ Monitor beeping ]

Well, then...

[ Sighs ]
Let's continue.

Tell me your name, please.

[ Machine beeping ]

There we go.

Let's try that again.

Tell me your name.

Tell me your name.

Come on, you can try harder.

Tell me your name, please.

- Tell me your name!
- [ Monitor beeping rapidly ]

That's it.
Tell me your name.

Get in here!
She's seizing!

[ Flatline ]

- [ Knock on door ]
Connolly: - Is this a bad time?

Of course not.
Have a seat.

You look good, Harold.
How have you been feeling?

Much better, actually,
thanks in part to you.

- Thank you, Tom.
- You're welcome.

So, what is it that brings you by?

It came to my attention
that a couple of your people

paid a visit to Roger Hobbs.

Came to your attention.

Are you monitoring
our investigations now?

Easy, Harold.
It's not like that.

This Hobbs a friend of yours, then?

He's a friend of ours.

His companies hold
multiple defense contracts.

He's one of the good guys.

Why do I need to know this?

I'm sensing some defensiveness.

It sounds like you're suggesting
that all of this information

should somehow impact my
investigation, which can't be true

because we've known each other too long

for you to cross that line.

I'm not crossing any lines.

I'm just passing along some background.

That said, all things being equal,

I'd like to see this guy
given the benefit of the doubt.

All things are never equal.

Listen, Harold,

you should do what you think is right.

I certainly hope that nothing
I've said would imply otherwise.

Cruz:
We were all heartbroken

when we heard about
what happened to William.

We were mortified when we thought

he might have wandered away
under our supervision.

Are you saying he was abducted?

We think so, yes.

I imagine you must have some
security measures in place.

Would you be able
to provide us with a list

of people who had access to the
facility the day he disappeared?

I'll get that for you right away.

And where was William last seen?

The south yard.

Diane, one of our best caretakers,

was taking the patients out
for some air.

William was sitting with John Paul.

Diane said she turned away
for just a few moments

and when she looked back, he was gone.

May I talk to John Paul?

You can try, but he's not
very communicative.

Liz: Looks like a good hand
you've got there.

8's open.

I'm Elizabeth.
I'm with the FBI.

I was wondering if I could
ask you some questions

about William Eckhoff?

You were with him when
he disappeared, am I right?

The people I work with...
we're looking for him.

Is there anything you can tell us?

Did you see anything?

Was there anyone else there
with you that we could speak to?

Thank you for your time.

- Any luck?
- No. You?

Security log the day
of the disappearance.

Everyone on site
was authorized to be here.

Hmm.

"Gold Crown
Pharmaceuticals."

Lloyd Munroe.
He's one of their reps.

He visited one of our physicians
that afternoon.

Does that mean something to you?

Gold Crown Pharmaceuticals?

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Hey, guys, what you got?

A birthday card
and 31 red-velvet cupcakes.

Uh, well, uh, 30.
I couldn't resist.

- When are you coming back?
- Aram, the suspect.

Work. Right.

Okay, Lloyd Munroe...

37 years old of North Beach, Maryland.

No criminal history.

I just called Gold Crown.

They said he didn't
report for work today.

I'm running
his phone and financials now.

Navabi:
I've got something.

One of the other victims
was a patient at Landover Hills.

Guess which
pharmaceutical rep was there

the morning he disappeared.

Lloyd Munroe.

That's got to be our guy.
That can't be a coincidence.

Ressler: - Let's bring him in.
- That might actually be a problem.

According to his recent
credit-card activity,

Lloyd Munroe just bought
a bus ticket out of Buffalo

on the Silver Line.

Get the local PD on the line.

Tell them they need to stop that bus.

You know, not everyone's
so anxious to leave.

Put a flag on Tom,
all his known aliases...

he hasn't left.

You don't know that for sure.

Ressler: - Has he reached out to you?
- No.

He's a murderer, Keen.

Just 'cause he got off
doesn't change that.

I don't even know where he is.

I'll drop you off at Hilltop Lanes.

There's a locker there...
B-15.

Tickets are in a go bag.

Take the first flight you can
to London.

Mr. Pitts
will be waiting.

Reddington just showed up.
I don't know how.

It's not on Reddington.

[ Sighs ]
I didn't have a choice, bud.

I'm sorry.

Where's my gun?

I'm not going to London, am I?

[ Sighs ]

My uncle was a farmer.

He had a beautiful border collie...

smart, well-trained,
loyal as hell...

but one summer, that dog,
he got into the hen house,

killed half the chickens.

My uncle...

loved that dog, but he knew
he had to be put down.

I can go someplace far away from here.

You burned Reddington for the girl,

and I looked the other way.

And then there's Dresden.

This is me!

You went to the feds
for the girl, Jacob.

You're gonna put a bullet in my head?

After Cape Town?

Roll down the window.

I'm not just some operative, all right?

You know me.

You raised me.

You knew the rules, kid.

I warned you about the girl,

and she's cost you your life.

[ Tires screech ]

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Liz:
You know what this is?

It's the ballistics report that
proves the gun you had on you

was the same one used
to murder that cop.

Killing a police officer
is a capital offense.

That makes you eligible
for the death penalty.

I don't know anything.

Right, which is why we found you
on a bus fleeing the country.

We want the people you work for.

Give them to us, and we'll
talk to the US Attorney,

recommend a life sentence.

You do enough, you might even
get the possibility of parole.

Julian Powell.

That's who paid me...
a doctor named Julian Powell.

- Paid you to do what?
- He needed test subjects,

ones that fit
very specific requirements.

People with
frontal-lobe damage.

And I was able to locate them
because, as a drug rep,

I had access to care facilities.

Tell us about Roger Hobbs.

What's his connection to all of this?

I don't know who that is.

- If you're lying...
Munroe: - I'm not lying.

I can help you.

I always deliver
and pick up the test subjects

from the same place.

Townsend:
Clinic's secure.

Upon entry, our team
encountered two unknown subs...

white males, mid-30s.

They appeared to be
med techs of some kind.

They're in custody.

What about Powell?

Not a sign of him,
but what we did find,

you got to see for yourself.

Liz: Dr. Maynard.

Meet victim number four.

Same profile
as the others, unfortunately,

but at least now we know
what we're looking at.

We do?

Powell's been experimenting on patients

with a very specific
and severe form of brain damage.

He's been injecting their brains
with a collection of cells...

a combination of fetal
stem cells and some kind of...

foreign matter.

So, he's injecting their brains
with jellyfish cells.

Yes.

He's been keeping meticulous records,

and jellyfish are at the center
of all his experiments.

We should get those files over
to Aram as quickly as possible.

According to his notes,

Powell's focused on
transgenic research,

which is the transferring
of genes from one species

into the genome of another.

Look.

These two rabbits are sisters.

Now, before their mother gave birth,

Powell removed
the embryos that made them

and injected one with jellyfish DNA.

He then inserted the embryos
back into the mother.

Do you see the difference?

They look identical.

Legitimate researchers
around the world are doing this.

They've made glowing cats,
monkeys, cockroaches.

I mean, this is very impressive,

but the new work he's doing...

that's in here.

Behold...
turritopsis dohrnii,

known to modern science
as the immortal jellyfish.

As far as we know,

it's the only living creature
on Earth that never dies.

Well, I mean, it's born
and grows old like we do,

but then, when it encounters
environmental stress or assault,

it reverses the aging process

until it's just a little polyp again.

How is that even possible?

It has the amazing ability
to change its own cells.

Some say it's like a butterfly

that turns into a caterpillar
that grows back into a butterfly

or a chicken that becomes an egg
that hatches a new chicken.

So Powell is using these jellyfish

to conduct experiments on human brains.

He must be trying to regenerate
the damaged brain tissue.

He wants our cells to learn
from the turritopsis dohrnii.

I mean, look, Julian Powell,
clearly insane,

if this ever worked, it would
be a concrete first step

toward human immortality.

So, what do we know about this guy?

Aram: He joined
Sadovo Solutions in 2005.

It was a biotech company
in Chapel Hill.

Mostly worked on the research side.

He was an endocrinologist.

Why do you keep saying "Was"
like he died or something?

Because it's kind of like he did.

The guy's a ghost.

Navabi: After he left
the company in 2007,

he stopped paying taxes.

No residence on file,
no active credit lines,

and no medical or driver's-license
renewals in the last eight years.

He dropped off the face of the Earth.

Aram: Wait a sec. Get this...
Sadovo Solutions,

the biotech company that Powell
worked for before he disappeared,

guess who owned it.

Roger Hobbs.

That's not enough of a link
to secure an arrest warrant,

but it's certainly enough to
bring him in for another chat.

Hey, big day.
Plans to celebrate?

Oh, uh, yeah,

I'm gonna go to Wing Yee's
with a few friends.

- [ Laughs ]
- No big deal.

Wow.
Restrain yourself, Keen.

Come on, smile.

It's your birthday.
You got plenty to celebrate.

Thanks.
You're sweet.

You're not listening.

My lab was raided.
The FBI took everything.

I am aware of that, Julian,

which is why you need to come in.

You authorized my research.

You knew what I was doing.

I authorized you
to begin preliminary trials

for the purposes
of second-stage research.

I'm on the verge of a breakthrough.

You've seen the data.

You've jeopardized the entire
Longevity Initiative,

not to mention putting me and everything
that I have worked for at risk.

Julian, you need to come in.

No.

This is bigger than you, Roger.

This is bigger than any of us.

This has become a serious problem.

It's not easy being God.

You got any idea
how much this guy's cost me?

Not just his work, but the security.

There's people out there
that would pay a fortune

just to know his name
and steal his research away.

- What's it worth?
- Hard to say.

A foot in the door to human immortality

on the open market?
[ Chuckles ]

Now I got to get rid of him.

I'm not gonna lie to you, it hurts.
[ Sighs ]

You know my feeling.

Humans as a species
are untrustworthy creatures.

We don't deserve to live forever.

Red: What the hell
were you thinking, Roger,

even to consider
authorizing this Powell

to conduct human trials?

Hobbs:
It was necessary

for the research
to reach the next level.

I didn't know
he was gonna be so reckless.

You had to know there was a
risk innocent people would die.

How many innocents died

in the search for the smallpox vaccine?

All in the name of
the advancement of science.

This isn't about science, Roger.

This is about you actually believing

that death is beneath you.

No, this is what it takes.

Louis Pasteur...
he wasn't even a physician.

The day that he injected that first
small boy with the rabies vaccine,

he was risking criminal prosecution.

Jonas Salk injected the flu virus

into men in
an insane asylum in Michigan.

Decade later,

he's being hailed
as the genius who cured polio.

I know of a doctor who agreed with you,

a relatively young man
also fascinated by genetics,

a man who didn't concern himself
with morality, humanity.

That was Josef Mengele.

I don't need you to agree with
what I've already done, Red.

But I would like to know if
you're willing to help me now.

Sir, there are two agents from
the FBI at the front door,

and they're insisting
on seeing you right away.

I'll be right down.

The identity of my scientist...

everything you need to know
to take care of the problem.

If it were anyone else, I'd
decline, but for you, Roger,

I'll see what I can do.

Agent Keen, Ressler, come on in.

Gerst:
You are going to tell me!

You are going to talk!
You know that, right?

Is it Reddington?
You work for him?

Because you are not cops.

If you're gonna do it, do it.

Two bullets.
Get it over with.

No, no, no, that's not
how we do things,

not with boys like you.

[ Grunts, breathes heavily ]

Everything ready?

Man: Ja.

Him first.

[ Groaning ]

[ Grunts ]

Have you heard of the blood eagle?

[ Groans ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

We cut the skin along the spine...

[ Groaning loudly ]

...pull the lungs out
through the ribs...

watch them flutter...

like bloodstained wings.

It's actually quite beautiful.

That's a cute story.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm not gonna talk.

Gerst: Okay!

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Elizabeth...

Keen.

You still not gonna talk?

Dr. Levin,
you have excellent timing.

I was intending to call you today.

Well, I hope it's not because
you're feeling worse.

No, actually, it's the opposite.

For the first time in a while,
I feel like myself again.

This new drug you're testing...

I think we're really on to something.

[ Sighs ]

Dr. Levin?

I'm here.

I'm so pleased
we're having success, Harold,

but to be honest,

it makes this call
all the more difficult.

The study is evolving,
as these things do.

They're always looking at
the results and the funding

and making adjustments.

What kind of adjustments?

I heard today that they're
lowering the age parameters

as we move into
this next round of treatment.

No final decisions have been made,

but I need to let you know...

It's possible we won't be able
to continue with the trial.

So, they're removing me
from the program?

No.

We're still waiting on a decision,

and I promise to do
what I can to avoid any change.

I really am sorry, Harold.

You know how I feel
about you and Charlene.

Keep your mouth shut!

Cut him open.

[ Grunts ]
Sarah Hastings.

You son of a bitch.

- And what about her?
- Don't say a word.

I'm not gonna say anything

until you guarantee me that you
don't touch Elizabeth Keen.

What I can guarantee
about Elizabeth Keen is,

I'm gonna find her...

[Laughing]
and I'm gonna kill her.

She's FBI.

You a cop?

No.
I was married to one.

But not now.

Why do you care?

Jacob, no!

Someone in your group
murdered Sarah Hastings.

Oh, God.

I was hired to find out who.

Powerful people
are looking for you, Elias.

If you want to know who,

then you promise me you never,
ever touch Elizabeth Keen.

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You sell me out for that bitch,

and I swear I'll hunt you down.

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You need to let me go.

I can help you.

[ Knife clicks ]

[ Groans ]

Don't say another word.

[ Groans ]

You know that girl
you said cost me my life?

She just saved it.

Gerst:
[ Chuckles ]

Liz: We don't see
a lot of billionaires

suspected of murder.

And you'd be wise
to remember that my client

hasn't been charged
with anything, Agent Keen.

Earlier today, we raided a clinic

being used to conduct
experimental transgenic research

on human test subjects.

That research was being conducted by a Dr.
Julian Powell,

and you failed to mentioned
your connection with Powell

the last time we spoke.

What connection?

He worked for you

at a biotech company
called Sadovo Solutions.

And now he surfaces,

abducting disabled patients,
doing illegal experiments,

- killing people.
- Have you any idea

how many people I've employed
over the last 20 years?

This is one hell
of a coincidence, Mr. Hobbs.

We come around asking
about human experiments,

and when we find the man responsible,

he has a direct connection to you.

He may have been an employee
of mine many years ago,

but I'm sorry, I've absolutely
no recollection of him.

And I'm gonna guess you've got
nothing to suggest otherwise.

We're looking in to every phone
call, every correspondence,

every shred of data that we can pull

on Julian Powell and that clinic.

If you're funding him,
we will prove it.

Cooper:
What do you have?

We've got straight denial.

He's pretty much calling our bluff.

He say anything we could use
to connect him to Powell?

Nothing of value, but it's
early. We'll keep at him.

If that's all we have,
it's not enough to arrest him.

Look, he's lying to us about Powell.

We can make a circumstantial
argument that he's involved.

If he is directly connected
to Powell and we let him go,

the first thing he's gonna do
is destroy the evidence.

We should hold him.

You see that lawyer in there?

He can afford that suit
and the beach house he owns

because he'll never let that happen.

Let him file.

By the time he gets heard, we'll
probably have what we need.

What's going on, boss?

I'm just saying...

not all suspects are created equal.

Look, if somebody told me
that you were gonna say that,

I'd have bet every damn dime
that they were wrong.

So, he's got friends in high places.

Since when do you care?

Hey, if we don't have enough,
go get enough.

But in the meantime, kick him loose.

Liz: Maybe we can't connect Hobbs
directly with the victims,

but I have a feeling
Dr. Powell can.

All we have to do is find him.

Aram: I think
I can help with that.

Been going over the files we
recovered from Powell's facility,

and check this out...

Ressler:
These are the test subjects?

Yes and no.

All of them are deceased
except for one,

the woman on the bottom right.

Leann McGrath... 34 years old,
currently a resident

of Twin Pines Assisted-Living
Center in Springdale.

Powell's collected
all of her medical files.

He's been tracking
her condition for years.

She has the same frontal-lobe
condition as the others.

I have a feeling we just found
Dr. Powell's next test subject.

[ Indistinct PA announcement ]

Sweetheart, I'm so sorry...

but I failed you.

[ Sighs ]
We need to go away from here.

Don't worry.
I haven't forgot your things.

Julian?

I wasn't expecting you today.

What's going on?
A-are you taking her somewhere?

Todd, I don't have time to explain,

but I need you to understand that...

that this isn't personal.

We need you to escort us to Leann
McGrath's room immediately.

Yes, of course, Agent.

What happened?
You okay?

He took Ms. McGrath
toward client pickup.

Dr. Powell.

Let's go for a ride.

Liz:
Reddington!

I'm sorry, but I don't know
who the hell you are.

My name is Raymond Reddington.

I'm the man who was sent
by Roger Hobbs to...

get rid of you.

Relax, Doctor.

I have no intention of killing you.

You are a potential solution
to a problem.

How so?

A young woman I know and care for

had a distant memory quite
literally taken away from her

when she was
a little girl... erased.

So, you want to apply my work

to the field of memory extraction.

Not your work, Doctor...
your research.

If you've been able to prove
that brain cells can regenerate,

with time, would your
breakthrough relate in any way

to the restoration
of this young woman's memory?

No, my work will not
help the woman remember.

In theory, transgenics can help rebuild

damaged memory synapses,
but there's a more...

There's a more fundamental problem.

And that is?

Let me show you.

Ressler:
You know Julian Powell?

Todd: Of course.
She's his fiancée.

Ms. McGrath
was in a car accident.

She suffered catastrophic damage

to the frontal lobe of her brain.

There's an article here
about the accident.

I think it might have
more of the story.

"The car Ms. McGrath
was riding in

jumped a center divide and hit
an oncoming tractor trailer.

Officers at the scene
said Ms. McGrath's car

was being driven
by her fiancé, Julian Powell."

This is where she lived.

It's all I have left of who she was.

I proposed in this room.

Wasn't supposed to happen like that.

I had a more romantic plan,

but once I had the ring,
I couldn't help it.

Six weeks later, she was gone.

We were in the hospital...
St. Michael's...

and a good friend of mine and
his wife were having a baby,

and Leann and I were in the
maternity ward until 4:00 AM.

It was one of the happiest
nights of my life.

And then, in the car on the way home,

we were both so tired.

Yeah.

You fell asleep at the wheel.

Ressler: So this is why
he's been experimenting

on patients
with frontal-lobe damage.

He's not looking for immortality.

He's trying to bring back
the woman he loves.

I suppose Roger Hobbs

doesn't care about
your motives or practices,

as long as he profits
from your findings.

I needed money to fund my research,

and it was the only way
that I could fix what I've done

and the only way
that I could get Leann back.

So, what did you say to him, Doctor?

Told him that my work
would help him live forever.

And he wrote a check that afternoon.

This is where I do
most of my real work.

Thousands of hours spent sitting here,

just searching, planning, believing.

And... for what?

Look... look at this.

Look at...

Useless.

You never found anything.

I lied, falsified the data.

I had to.
Hobbes would have cut me off.

But none of this works.
My research is a failure.

I am a failure.

I can't save her.

You killed a lot
of innocent people, Dr. Powell.

I wanted to help them.

What life did they have?

What kind of life can she have now?

[ Gun cocks, fires ]

[ Body thuds ]

Once again, police have identified
the man who died earlier today.

We can now confirm
his name is Dr. Julian Powell.

So far, we've been unable to locate...

Nicely done.

Every station's calling it a suicide.

It's done.

And the FBI?

Nothing leads back to you.

Why so dour, Roger?

I lost a lot of money on this, Red.

Tens of millions.

This has nothing to do with the money.

You wanted it to work.

For all you've achieved,

you actually thought
this might be your legacy.

If it wasn't for you,

my legacy would be life without parole.

Well, maybe you didn't save
mankind from an untimely death,

but someday, you may be able
to spare me from one.

[ Glasses clink ]

Care to tell me
what the hell happened today?

I suppose I should.

You stole Powell out from under us,

and then an hour later,
he ends up dead?

Did you kill that man?!

I'm happy to discuss the day's events,

but not if you insist
on doing so at this volume.

You gave us this case
because you wanted Powell,

and then you used us to flush him out.

Yes.

"Yes."

You wanted the science.

The science didn't work.

Powell was falsifying his results.

He was never interested in
immortality, but you know that.

He wanted to get his fiancée back.

He knew it was over,

so he ended it.

That's the truth.

That's half the truth.

I don't take anything you say
at face value.

Fair enough.

My interest in Powell's research
was only half the picture.

This was always about Roger Hobbs.

I used the FBI to create
a problem for Roger.

I needed the man to be
in my debt, and now he is.

Roger Hobbs is a murderer.

He may not have conducted
those experiments,

but according to the law,
he is just as guilty,

and now without Powell,
we can't prove it.

Don't be so quick to make
an enemy of Roger Hobbs.

You don't see it yet, Lizzy,
but a dark cloud is approaching,

and when it arrives, Roger Hobbs
will be a very good friend

at exactly the moment he needs to be.

Harold, sorry to pull you away.

- Looking sharp.
- [ Chuckles ]

I'm on my way to some fundraiser...

another $5 piece of chicken
for $50,000 a plate.

I have a feeling you'll be seeing a
lot more of those in the future.

Heard things worked out
for Roger Hobbs.

I'm glad to hear it.

Hey, I just came by

to clear the air about
our conversation earlier.

I hope you didn't
misconstrue my intent.

- Not a problem.
- Good.

I wouldn't want anything
to come between us.

Let me ask you a question...

I got a call earlier
from Dr. Levin.

He said I might get cut from the trial.

You know anything about that?

How would I know anything about that?

But I wouldn't sweat it.
I'll make a call.

That's what friends do.

- Hey.
- Hey. What are you still doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

What happened to dinner?

I just didn't feel like going out.

What's going on, Keen?

You said earlier
that I had so much to celebrate.

You know that isn't true.

I mean, I thought
by the time I was in my 30s,

I'd have something to show for it.

I would at least be
a prestigious profiler.

I mean, I was the top in my class.

I thought I'd have a loving
relationship with someone,

maybe we would be
raising a family together.

At least you've got a dog.

That's one up on me.

I don't know who I am.

I don't know if this is my birthday.

I don't even know my own name.

No, I know who I am.

I am the puppet of some
high-functioning sociopath.

I don't even know what I'm doing here.

What you're doing here

is celebrating your birthday with me.

[ Laughing ]
What did you--

See, I called the restaurant.

I thought I'd send you and
your friends a bottle of wine.

Turns out, there wasn't
a reservation, so I figured

since you weren't going to Wing Yee,

I was bringing Wing Yee to you.

♪ tonight we'll fly a while ♪

♪ just give me the word ♪

♪ and hold on to me ♪

Oh, look at you!

I've been saving this
for a special occasion.

♪ like I hold on to you ♪

Well...

I'm honored.

♪ a steeple holds a bell ♪

♪ the night sky holds the moon ♪

♪ coverlets and down ♪

♪ will catch you when you fall ♪

I don't care how long it takes

or what expense you have to go to.

I want Jacob Phelps found.

[ Beeping ]

[ Gasps ]

- Shh! Shh!
- What are you doing?!

I didn't know where else to go.

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