All language subtitles for Limitless.S01E19.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H264-RARBG

- Previously on Limitless...
- My name's Sands. I'm your new boss.

The woman who tried to shoot Mr. Morra

is Piper Baird.

If the FBI finds this woman
before we do, she can tie

the senator to NZT, which means...

No more booster shots.

SANDS: We got a DNA sample.

It was Piper Baird

- on those tracks.
- I killed her.

When all of this started, we
made promises to each other.

- I know. I didn't mean to lie to you.
- You're being assigned

to a different handler.

I told you to leave Russia.

- (grunts)
- NAZ: If D.C. finds out

that Brian brought NZT

into Russia, this becomes

an entirely different kind of manhunt.

If Morra ever finds out
that you are still alive,

then everything that means
anything to me is gone.

You can't play both sides forever.

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

You can be free of Morra for good.

SANDS: Piper's alive.

BRIAN: So, you may be
wondering how I got here.

I understand now that going to Russia

without letting you guys know
was the wrong thing to do.

But I... just needed a break, you know?

I needed a vacation to
clear my head, and, uh...

And now that you're back, there
are going to be several changes

to your agreement with the Bureau.

We will be moving you out of
the file room to a cubicle

where I can keep an eye on you.

To prevent you hoarding pills,

your NZT dosage will be monitored

with more vigilance.

Meaning...

Meaning we're going to
make sure you swallow.

You will be subject to
random drug testing.

You know what I mean.

- Let it... let it go. Let it go.
- Finch.

Finch, let it go. Let it...

Random searches of the safe house.

Monitoring all your
communication activities.

(coughs): Patriot Act.

Excuse me?

You will have a 10:00 p.m. curfew.

- What?
- Which will be enforced by new escorts.

Dedicated agents

will accompany you from home to office.

- What about when I'm off-duty?
- 24/7.

And they've been warned about
your tendency to wander.

How you doing? Brian.

Going forward, you will not discuss NZT

or your work here with
anyone outside of the CJC.

What about my family?

Period.

Got it. Mum's the word.

Anything else?

NAZ: We are repossessing your...

headquarters.

Is that it?

Actually...

I think we need to talk
about the dress code.

BRIAN: So that's pretty much
been my week back at work...

Toeing the line, keeping my head down,

waiting for Piper to finish her enzyme,

imagining freedom from Senator Morra,

losing my mind.

There was a silver lining, though.

After everything I'd put her through

by running off to Russia,

I didn't really see it coming, but...

It's okay, Brian.

You mean...

Let's just put it behind us and
focus on what's next, okay?

CHOIR: ♪ Hallelujah ♪

She even agreed to be my handler again.

♪ Hallelujah, halle... ♪

Hey, cool.

More files.

Well, if you're looking
for a change of pace,

you can take these reimbursement
forms down to Accounting for me.

Oh, my God, yes.

Escort Guy,

field trip!

REBECCA: I've watched the
video from this elevator

so many times it's pretty much

burned into my vision,

and I still can't figure
out what they're saying.

And their body language, the way they're

so not looking at each other.

Something's not right.

You've had us tailing
him since he got back,

and so far we haven't seen any evidence

of him communicating
with anyone suspicious.

And with the new babysitters
Naz has on him,

I-I don't see how he can.

Well, it doesn't mean he hasn't already.

All that time he spent out of pocket,

literally anything could have
happened while he was in Russia.

You think Finch was selling FBI secrets?

To Morra or to the Russians?

I don't know what I think.

But I know if it involves Jarrod Sands,

it almost definitely
involves Senator Morra.

You guys,

if he is selling
confidential information,

to senators or anyone else,

we owe it to ourselves
to get in front of it.

And if he isn't, then
we owe it to Brian.

BOYLE: Harris.

There you are.

Grab Finch. We got work.

Stand down for now.

I'm not gonna let this go.

Wow.

This place is a lot.

Well, Gordon Roper is a billionaire.

Was a billionaire.

Roper was found murdered
over by that window.

NYPD puts it between
midnight and 3:00 a.m.

Body was found by the
housekeeper this morning.

No sign of forced entry,
but it was brutal.

His right kidney is missing.

Someone cut it out.

Well, that's very specific.

Detectives found some of Roper's
medical records in his study.

Apparently he'd been
battling kidney disease

for a number of years.

He was on several waiting
lists for a transplant.

Well, did he get one?

His records show

his dialysis visits ended weeks ago.

Well, NYPD called the
National Transplant List

and hospitals in the area.

None reported matching Roper.

Does it remind you of the DeVera case?

Art DeVera went to Costa Rica
to buy a black market liver.

Transplant went fine,

but he ended up owing
the broker some money.

And when he couldn't pay,

they sent someone to...
repossess the liver.

Oh.

Roper was crazy rich.

A guy like this could
definitely afford a new kidney.

You say the housekeeper found him?
Wasn't he married?

- Where's the wife?
- Downstairs.

She just drove in from their
house in Connecticut.

Gordon didn't want people
to know he was sick.

He knew they'd speculate

about his work, what it
meant for the companies

he'd invested in.

He felt a responsibility
to his partners.

Is that why he kept
the transplant quiet?

REBECCA: Clearly your husband's murder

had something to do with his kidney.

Mrs. Roper, we need to know

the details of the transplant.

BOYLE: Even if it was

a private transaction.

They made us sign a very strict
nondisclosure agreement.

Who did, the hospital?

Biosoma. The company that made

the kidney.

I'm sorry, did you say "made" it?

They do bioprinting.

Like 3-D printing but they
make tissues, organs.

Gordon was an investor.

Are you saying your husband had
a kidney that was 3-D printed?

The first one ever made.

Wow.

That certainly explains

why someone would want it.

(whimpering)

REBECCA: This is more

than a murder. This seems like a...

like a heist.

We need to check out this Biosoma
operation in the morning.

Yeah, I'll see what I
can dig up tonight.

Well, guys, I would say
it's beer o'clock,

but I'm sure that violates
one of my new rules.

And, besides, my mom's here.

(engine starts)

Hey. So, I finally figured out
what I'm gonna call you guys.

And don't pretend like you
haven't been waiting.

Or do.

Or just maintain that
totally indifferent

poker face thing you do.

Mr. X.

To go with your air of mystery.

Although, you know what,
I guess, technically,

the other guy started first,
so he'd have to be Mr. X.

It's only fair, but you can be Mr. Y.

Good talk.

(sighs)

Hey, where are we going, man?

I live the other way.

(creaking)

Sands?

You work for Morra?

This is a nice place.

Very... remote.

Bit out of the way.

But you can't be too careful.

FBI watching you quite
closely, aren't they?

He'll be working with you from now on.

The senator thinks

this'll make the
arrangement a lot easier,

given your current circumstances.

What about you?

I'll be working in a different capacity.

Is that some kind of euphemism?

I suppose we'll see.

You don't know?

Don't worry about me, Brian.

The senator wants you to
know everything's fine.

It's gonna get better. Safer.

What does that mean?

No more violence.

Arm.

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BRIAN: It was bad enough when
it was just Naz's ten rules

I had to follow, but with
Morra's guy watching me

all night and Naz's guy
watching me all day,

I had no choice but to stick
to the straight and narrow.

MAN: The human body
is amazingly complex.

While we've managed

to combine 3-D printing
technology and human cells

to manufacture functioning
human tissues,

something like a kidney or a
liver isn't just tissue...

It's an intricate network
of nerves, blood vessels.

The biggest challenge of
bioprinting is how to leave

the space for those things and
how to build them fast enough

so that the cells around them don't die.

Oh, yeah, I've read about this.

But everyone says we're years
away from working organs.

So how did you figure it out?

Our engineers deserve the most credit.

And our investors.

Like Gordon Roper.

The news this morning, our
whole company's... devastated.

He was like a member of our family.

Well, he was also your guinea pig.

We know he wasn't just your investor.

His wife told us Gordon's
kidney was bioprinted.

BOYLE: But we're not here
to discuss NIH violations.

Seems whoever killed him
wanted that kidney,

so we need to know everything about it.

DOCTOR: Years ago, when
I saw the potential

in manufacturing tissues,

my colleagues thought it was
too far off to be practical.

Gordon was willing to take the risk.

Well, he had a personal interest.

His own kidneys were failing, right?

Yes, he was already on dialysis by then,

and because of his medical history,

he was at the bottom of
all the transplant lists.

He was desperate.

BOYLE: Yeah, but there are other
ways for desperate people

with means to get an organ.

Of course. But Gordon
saw the bigger picture.

The opportunity to help the world.

By funding your research.

As far as I know, our
prototype is the world's

first bioprinted organ.

Or was, I suppose.

How did it end up in Gordon Roper?

Well, Gordon didn't have
much to lose, he said.

But he had everything to gain.

If it worked, he'd be a living
billboard, and his investment

would pay off twofold.

He was always a businessman.

Yeah, but it did work,

didn't it?

I mean, Roper was off dialysis.

How are you guys not shouting
this from the rooftops?

Because transplants are a long game.

If the kidney failed,

our company would be
doomed by bad press.

It's why we went to Costa
Rica for the surgery.

And it's why I insisted that
everyone involved sign a...

non-disclosure agreement.

Well, doctor, we're gonna
need to see those.

Okay, so I need to comb
through everyone who signed

a non-disclosure agreement with Biosoma.

And anyone they might have told anyway.

Spouses, assistants, friends.

Maybe one of them has a motive
for killing Gordon Roper.

That's weird.

Where's your posse?

What do you mean?

Mike and Ike. Well, I saw you
guys huddled up yesterday.

Looked a little intense.
How are they taking it?

You know, Naz chewed 'em out pretty good

about Russia, right?

Well, I mean, they're fine, considering.

They wish it hadn't happened, obviously.

Don't we all?

You're taking it pretty well, though.

Bigger fish to fry.

I didn't know what the
text meant at first.

Was it Morra, was he trying
to get in touch with me?

But why wouldn't he use Mr. Y?

All I knew was it was a code.

And I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Wait, 929.

That's a New York area code.

It's a phone number and a name.

Piper.

Piper is back in New York.

What have you got?

Besides crumbs on the evidence.

Yes. Well... (clears throat)
Aside from Gordon Roper,

his wife, and his personal physician,

most of the non-disclosure
agreements were signed by

Biosoma employees. All
have possible motives

for wanting to profit off

Gordon Roper's kidney. Then
there's the usual suspects.

Scorned assistant.

The lead engineer with
a staggering amount

of gambling debt. And this guy.

He's a lab tech that used to
work for a competing company.

I'm thinking he might be some
kind of mole or something?

Yeah, could be.

We should figure out where they
all were last night. And then

cross-check their DNA with the
DNA we found at the scene.

I'm way ahead of you. The
DNA of an unknown male

was found on and around the body.

A state department

database turned up a match

from a visa application
from a Sri Lankan

named Rohan Kumar.

REBECCA: Is he one of your suspects?

No.

Who the hell is Rohan Kumar?

- State department, you said?
- Yeah.

Finch, are you hacking
into the state department?

Okay, you're not supposed to watch this.

Do you want me to pull up
some YouTube videos of, uh,

a cat getting stuck in a...

No, thank you.

Okay, Gordon Roper's transplant happened

about a month ago in Costa Rica, right?

- Right.
- Well, guess who

flew in and out of San José
right around that time?

Tell me again why this
guy isn't a suspect?

I'm trying to show you.

Maybe he isn't home.

MAN: Who is it?

FBI.

BRIAN: Are you Rohan Kumar?

My name is Brian Finch.
I work at the FBI

with Agents Boyle and Harris.
Can we come in?

Mr. Kumar, would you do me a
favor... would you lift up

your shirt for me, please?

Gordon Roper was murdered and your DNA

was all over the crime scene.

Now, I don't think you
were there, even at all.

But a part of you was, wasn't it?

(sighs)

Can you just... lift up your shirt?

Thanks.

Mr. Kumar is not a killer.

He's a kidney donor.

I needed money. And I
thought it would be good

if I could help someone else, too.

But I never met this man, Gordon Roper.

I swear I was never in his house.

I believe you.

All the blood at the crime
scene was Gordon's.

But did you know that
DNA of a donor organ

can be detected in the
recipient's bloodstream?

Sometimes for years
after the transplant?

How do you know that?

MAN: DNA from the donor's organ

can be found in the recipient's blood...

God, I miss him.

Sinbad.

Mr. Kumar, how did you
arrange for the transplant?

A friend of my cousin

said he knew someone who could help me.

I was in a bad place... I needed money.

This man...

Adi.

He set up the medical exam,

found a match...

And flew you out to Costa Rica
for the operation, didn't he?

Adi said he'd take care of me,
but when I went back to him

he said no one is going to
listen to an immigrant.

And if I kept making noise,

no one would miss an immigrant.

You still have this Adi guy's info?

(groaning)

You should be in a hospital.

BRIAN: So obviously there
was no bioprinted kidney

in Gordon Roper.

BOYLE: Which means
Daniel Lee lied to us,

and if we can track down this Adi
guy and confirm Lee paid him

for the kidney, we can bring Lee in.

Do you mind if we make a quick stop?

I need a doughnut, like, whoa.

One more maple. I'm gonna see
if my friends want some.

You guys want one of these?

Maple log? No?

Okay, so I don't need a doughnut

as much as I needed a cover.

I don't know if I'll be
able to duck out later,

what with the new rules and all.

I'll take this, too.

But I needed to get in touch
with Piper on the DL.

Are you guys sure you
don't want anything?

I got enough doughnuts for
everyone to have one.

Hey, I've had to pee since 73rd.

I'll be right back, all right?

(line ringing)

(ringing stops)

Hello?

PIPER: Are you alone?

Yes.

And the phone?

It's disposable. I can't talk long.

PIPER: It's done.

The thing I was working on.

Can we meet?

(sighs) When?

Tonight. 10:30.

The High Line.

I'll have to figure it out,
but I'll figure it out.

(line disconnects)

Fraud, organ trafficking, murder.

Adding obstruction of justice
almost feels excessive.

How did you think this was
gonna go your way, Daniel?

I didn't do those things.

Ooh, Adi Benesch would disagree.

He's the broker you paid $200,000 to

in exchange for a healthy kidney

that used to belong to Rohan Kumar.

I was so close to a
functional prototype.

Getting the rest of the way depended on

Gordon Roper's investment, and
he was running out of time.

I had to do something.

So you told Roper it was ready,

and then gave him a black
market kidney instead?

Temporarily.

He had no idea?

When I got the bioprinted
prototype right,

I was gonna swap 'em out

and tell him it was just
an upgraded version.

That's why all the
non-disclosure agreements...

If word got around before
the swap, you'd be exposed

as the fraud you are.

So was someone talking?
Were you trying to get

the kidney back before someone
found out what you'd done?

No, I swear I didn't kill him.

Search through all my records.

Like I told you before:

Gordon was my greatest investor.

If I wanted him dead, why would I have

gone to such great lengths to save him?

Okay. So, Daniel Lee's story

seems to check out.

Thus, welcome to the
first official convening

of the Bruntouchables...
Way to represent, James...

Since the whole Top Ten affair.

Which, by the by, we totally
would have finished

if we weren't cut off prematurely.

Okay.

Guys, we have a murder.
And none of our suspects

are the type to kill
someone on their own.

So, the way I see it, we have a
very particular Venn diagram.

Circle number one:

people who kill for money.

Circle two: people with the
expertise to remove a kidney

without doing undue damage to the organ.

We'll call that "skillz"...

with a Z.

Now, I'm guessing that
there's not enough

of that particular kind
of murder-for-hire work

to pay the bills. So, they probably

get most of their money
doing medical work.

Off the books, of course.

So, someone gets shot doing
something that they shouldn't...

They can't go to a hospital,

so they get someone to
patch it up quietly.

Exactly. That's exactly right.

So, to find that person...

we need a wound.

I'm sorry.

What kind of wound are we talking about?

Well, I mean, in order to lure

our underground-doctor-cum-hitman

out of hiding,

we need to offer him...

Or her! Sorry.

Oh, my God.

The possibility

of some medical work.

I was just thinking...
(imitates gunshot)

straight through-and-through.

Back of the thigh, mostly
damage to the fatty tissue,

you'll be back playing
tennis in no time.

- Why are you looking at me?
- Uh, because,

James, you're the only one
that works sitting down.

We have to investigate,
Stavros has to mop.

Uh, uh, Brian. There's
no way I can allow you

to discharge a firearm for the purpose

of hurting a Bureau employee.

Thank you.

How about a bladed weapon?

Oh, forget it. I hate knives.

I run triathlons.

I dance.

- I'll do it.
- Stavros?

I have no feeling in my left leg anyway.

From Macedonia.

And I look forward to
hearing all about that.

Mike, Ike, you guys take
care of the whole...

of it all. James, do me a favor.

Put the word out on the, you
know, seedy underworld.

And we should have a line
out to our guy in no time.

- And what if we don't?
- REBECCA: Brian?

Even if he is volunteering,

there's no way I can allow
anyone to be injured.

You're right.

As an agent of the FBI, you need to

voice your objection.

That's very responsible.

Aah!

(all screaming)

And our fishing lines were cast.

We just had to wait for a bite.

And in the meantime, I had
plenty of other stuff to do.

Hey, can I head out?

I'm still crazy jet-lagged,
and I read somewhere that it

takes like a week for every time
zone to, you know, readjust.

Brian, it's fine.

Get some rest.

- Big day tomorrow.
- All right.

Okay, so in order to get
to my meeting with Piper,

I might have to break a rule.

Maybe two.

Principally, I need to ditch my shadow.

(sighs)

More accurately, ditch him in such a way

that he doesn't know he's being ditched.

(sighs)

Survey says...

Knock the guy out.

- (bell dings)
- But how?

- (dart whooshes)
- Maybe a little Indiana Jones action.

Or perhaps something a
little more James Bond?

There's always the
Machiavellian approach.

Food's not the worst idea.

But he's never gonna take
anything I have in here.

Luckily, I've been ordering in a lot.

And statistically, the
most popular pizza

- is thin crust, plain cheese.
- (doorbell rings)

Who can say no to that?

Thank you...

And since he's seen it delivered

without interference... Or, okay,

without visible interference...

Smells good.

That's rude, here.

Do you want some of this
cheesy, cheesy goodness, man?

You want in on this?
Get it while it's hot?

Huh?

No?

Look, I get it, dude...
We're not gonna be friends.

It's fine, I don't want to
be friends with you anyway.

But I don't want to see you

all cranky and crazy and hungry, okay?

'Cause this is weird.

You're out here sitting
on a chair in the hallway

like some sort of bridge troll,

while I'm inside enjoying
a nice, hot, delicious,

artisanal Italian cuisine.

There you go.

See, I knew

you weren't a cyborg.

Random drug checks don't apply
to prescription medications.

Even sleeping pills.

Of which there are enough
on that slice to put him

on the Sleepytown Express
in plenty of time

for me to meet Piper.

Attaboy.

I thought he'd be out by now.

Maybe he just needs something
to help him along.

(sighs)

If ever there was a recipe
for peaceful slumber,

it's a full stomach, two sleeping pills,

and the soothing sounds of Enya.

♪ Who can say where the road goes ♪

(yawns)

♪ Where the day flows ♪

♪ Only time ♪

♪ And who can say... ♪

Mission accomplished.

I was four minutes late

getting to the rendezvous point.

Not terrible...

At least for me.

But Piper was late, too.

Too soon to get antsy.

Anybody can be late, right?

It's not like she'd get cold feet.

Or set me up?

Maybe she got scared.

What am I missing?

Not much movement around here except...

Haven't I seen you before?

Somebody's tailing me.

I can't stay here.

(line rings)

Hello?

MIKE: No joy at the High Line.

But whatever he came to do,
he left without doing it.

You want us to stay on him?

No, if he did spook,

I don't want to give him
reason to be more suspicious.

Come home.

Where's Mr. Y?

Piper's bracelet.

Is that blood?

It was Morra.

Probably not Morra himself.

Sands maybe. Mr. Y.

But it all comes back to Morra.

No, you don't know that.

Well, who else would do this?

Who else would care that
you were talking to Piper?

Who else would leave you this?

This is a message from Morra.

No!

No more violence, Sands said.

That was before they found
out you didn't kill Piper

like you were supposed to.

You lied to them.

How did they find out?

I mean, did I lead them to Piper?

No, get... Hey!

Damn it.

My NZT was fading and so was I.

But I couldn't sleep.

I listened for any report
that sounded like it could

pertain to Piper. I wouldn't
accept she was gone.

I needed her.

Not just the enzyme, her.

And if there was any
chance Piper was alive,

Morra would have her.

Which meant I needed to find Morra.

But the one person who
could take me to him

was gone.

I don't know what you want me to say.

Um, Mr. Y was there
when I went to sleep.

Uh, he was asleep, too, actually.

"Mr. Y"?

Yeah, that's just what I called him.

Um, no one told me his real name, so...

That's Mr. X.

What'd Finch do now?

Um... well, he lost his babysitter.

What's going on, Reb?

What do you mean?

I mean something's off

ever since Finch got back from Russia.

Well, I think he's just
trying to get back to normal.

You know, he's overwhelmed...

I don't mean with him. I mean you.

I see the way you're
watching him all the time.

Secret meetings with Ike and Mike.

Those are about Brian.

You think something's going on with him.

(scoffs)

Okay, okay.

You know, you never used
to keep things from me.

Not things like this.

And I never used to lie to you, either.

Lie to me?

Where did you get that?

I found it.

After Casey died.

I don't know why I didn't turn it in.

You know how I feel about the stuff.

But I got tempted.

I guess. I thought about
giving it to my mother.

Give her one last great day.

But it's just been burning
a hole in my pocket.

'Cause it's the first time I've
ever done anything like this.

Gone against the CJC.

And it's the only secret
I've ever kept from you.

And I don't like it.

I don't like keeping secrets.

Do whatever you need to do.

It's not that I don't trust you, Boyle.

It's just that I...

I had to figure out what
I was dealing with,

so I could know what to do with it.

I-I didn't want to put
you in the middle of it.

Just tell me what's going on.

Okay, okay.

You're right. Wait, you're right.

There is something going on with Brian.

And Mr. Y fell asleep at his post?

I didn't hire him.

We're going to look into what happened,

and we're going to find a replacement.

And in the meantime,

I will sit with you myself if I have to.

Rad.

Partying with Naz.

You haven't gone to
Naz with any of this?

Well, what if I'm wrong?

You're not often wrong, Rebecca.

So stop waiting around
for some smoking gun.

Because at that point,
it might be too late,

and this could come
crashing down on all of us.

JAMES: Brian?

James Tech.

How's Stavros?

Come with me.

Bruntouchables do it again.

Did you found a guy?

Is that the guy?

That's definitely the guy.

(sighs)

Hey, Stavros.

How's the leg?

Is small price to pay.

I'm not gonna say Stavros had
an easy time last night.

(screaming)

He had to visit more
than one shady provider

of illicit medical care looking
for one who fit the bill.

As soon as each suspect
accepted the money...

(screaming)

James Tech jumped into action.

Searching their computers,
poking around behind firewalls.

Outside of general creep factor,

none threw up any red flags

until...

It was Stavros who finally
pegged our likely candidate.

As far as he was concerned,
this was our hit man,

which along with the vet's willingness

to illegally practice medicine,

was enough for us to get a
warrant for a deeper search.

(screaming)

(agents shouting indistinctly)

According to his e-mails,
this guy was involved

in dozens of off-the-books operations

with all kinds of shady characters.

But what caught

James Tech's eye was a
suspicious exchange

between the vet and someone
with the proxy address

Sheepadoodle1996.

Remember the last time
we saw a Sheepadoodle?

MIRANDA: I'm sorry, you're here because

a veterinarian you met is
having an e-mail exchange

with someone who owns a Sheepadoodle?

Not someone who owns
a Sheepadoodle, you.

1996 was the year you and
Gordon were married.

And the Sheepadoodle in
question... Montgomery, right?

Is your husband's.

Montgomery belonged to us both.

Leave him alone, please.

(whimpering softly)

I still don't see what this
has to do with anything.

Well, you and your husband
were having a difficult time,

according to just about
everyone we talked to.

His divorce lawyer was
about to jump all over

your divorce lawyer, when
suddenly Gordon gets sick.

You offer to stick around
and patch things up,

because you thought
probably he would die soon,

and then you'd get at least a
little bit of the fortune.

Then Biosoma had a breakthrough,
and it started to look

like he might actually live after all.

And you saw an opportunity.

The first bio-printed kidney.

That's pretty special.

Something someone might kill for.

(chuckles)

It's really ironic when
you think about it.

You thought the first bio-printed kidney

was the perfect cover,
but little did you know,

it wasn't bio-printed at all.

What?

And Daniel Lee thought he'd have time

to swap it out, but little did he know,

you were gonna kill his patient.

You actually listen to this person?

He had a hard time convincing us, too,

until Dr. Kinder gave you up.

BOYLE: See, he had priors.

And he wasn't too eager to take

his chances in front of a jury again.

Any evidence you have is
circumstantial at best.

REBECCA: That's okay by me.

If we keep digging... And we will...

I'm sure we'll come up
with a smoking gun.

BOYLE: Yes.

Are you sure this dog's okay?

Monty, you seem a little lethargic.

Like you've been sedated.

That got me thinking.

I won't get too graphic about
pumping a dog's stomach.

But suffice it to say...
Montgomery was fine.

And what we found in there was worth it.

Namely, a hefty dose
of the same sedative

used to take out Gordon Roper.

And more importantly?

Traces of Rohan Kumar's DNA.

It takes a lot of spite
to feed what you think

is your dead husband's
kidney to his dog.

But it is a handy way to get rid of it.

And now I need to find Senator Morra

and find out what happened to Piper.

Ever try to search for something
without searching for it?

That's what I had to do,

since my every keystroke
was being logged.

Why are you still here?

Actually, I was just about to leave.

Mr. X has double duty today.

No word from the other guy?

No, nothing.

It's weird, right?

I'll let you know if I hear anything.

Should we follow?

No.

Let him go.

It took three subway changes,
but I finally lost Mr. X.

Two more trains, and I
made it to St. Ann's.

(crowd clamoring)

BRIAN: Senator Morra!

Senator Morra!

You want him? All right.

Excuse me, let him through.

The senator would like a word with you.

Brian.

I'm a little busy here.

Something about who's
gonna become president.

Whatever this is, Senator,
we don't have time for it.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

I didn't kill Piper Baird.

But you know that.

I went to Russia

to help her get the last thing she needs

to make the immunity shot.

I wanted to be free.

And I was stupid to think
that I could outsmart you.

But I'm here now,

and I'm asking you...

Man, I'm begging you...

For mercy.

If you haven't killed Piper yet,

please don't.

That is...

so interesting.

I knew you went to Russia.

But until you came in here,

I had no idea Piper was still alive.

If Sands knew that,

he kept it to himself. (chuckles)

But I found her bracelet

covered in blood in my apartment.

Yeah, that was Sands, not me.

Try to keep up. What,
do you need a pill?

Sands has Piper, which according to you,

means he's got the immunity shot.

So Jarrod Sands doesn't
work for me anymore.

He's gone rogue.

Danny, get Brian a water, please?

Are you kidding me?

What, do you want something else?

No, I don't, I don't want any water.

You just told me that Sands

can take NZT now?

If he can takes it, he's
got some way of making it,

which means he's working
with other people.

This look straight?

You just told me that Sands
is pulling together a team of

super villains and you're asking
me if your tie knot is straight?

Brian, I'm about to go give a speech

that's gonna catapult me
into the front of the race.

It's gonna be beautiful.

Seriously, you should stay and watch.

Danny can get you a seat.

And you know what?

It'll be fun.

Who doesn't like a standing ovation?

But to be honest,

I'm thinking so far beyond
the presidency right now

you can't even imagine.

Well, you should be
thinking about the fact

that Sands and his people are gonna be

coming after you and me.

DANNY: It's time, Senator.

They'll have a plan,
and it won't be small.

And it'll be hard for you,
but you're gonna be okay.

Let Sands and his people do their thing.

This fight?

It's not about who's gonna
control this world.

It's about who's gonna
build the next one.

(crowd applauding)

I took the pill Senator Morra gave me,

and I stayed up most of the
night thinking about it.

But I still couldn't figure out

why he wasn't more worried about Sands.

(knocking)

REPORTER: Senator Morra spoke
at a New York City church,

calling the city a
global beacon of div...

Hey.

Hey, can I come in?

Yeah.

- REBECCA: Morra's everywhere, huh?
- Yep.

So, what's up?

I could use a cup of coffee.

- How about you?
- Sure.

(sighs)

So, is, uh...

is there something on your mind?

Or did your coffee maker

just break?

What is this?

I saw you coming out of
the church last night.

These are for you.

You're gonna put them on, and
then you're gonna tell me

what the hell is going on
between you and Senator Morra.

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