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Can we have a manager
to the front, please?

Manager to the front.

[Cellphone rings]

This is Cameron.

Hello?

[Rapid beeping]

I'm looking for ice cream.

Uh, ice cream.

Um, end of the aisle.

It's time to kill.

Excuse me?

Hey. You free
on Saturday, Hicks?

You want to take a shift
for Hector?

Yeah, sure.

Time to kill, Hicks?

Pull the trigger.

[Siren wails]

Kill.

[Overlapping voices]
Pull the trigger...

- Time to...
- Kill.

Hey, it's time.

[Voices continue]

Yeah, man, a real
rasta thing, you know.

Pull the trigger.

[Older woman's voice]
It's time to kill.

[Manager's voice]
Pull the trigger.

[Older woman's voice]
It's time to kill.

[Rastafarian's voice]
Pull the trigger.

[Manager's voice]
Time to kill, Hicks?

[Older woman's voice]
It's time to kill.

Pull the trigger.

[Car horn blares]

[Continuous rapid beeping]

[Ticking]

[Manager's voice]
Pull the trigger.

[Gunshot, shell casing clanks]

♪ Alphas 1x01 ♪
Pilot 1
Original Air Date on July 11, 2011

A radical transformation
is under way.

It is as though the human brain
is developing a new set of skills,

the most significant change
in its hardware since the
appearance of language.

A third wave of human adaption.

These so called Alphas
are everywhere.

But most have no idea
that they are part of
a larger phenomenon.

For reasons that date
back to the cold war,

policy makers have insisted
on keeping this information
from the public.

Officially, my mandate is
to supervise a group of Alphas,

as they assist with cases
suggesting Alpha activity.

But my goal remains the same,

to help understand these
very special people,

and the revolutionary
development to the human brain.

I'm ever hopeful that
by publishing this book,

it may change the very
fabric of our society.

change the fabric ... uh

[keyboard clacking]

alter the very fabric ..

.. of society.

My goodness.
There couldn't be more ....

He's inside.

Hello, Don.

Just come right in, please.

You eatin' grass again?

Oh, that's Asian pennywort.

It increases the blood flow
and oxygen to the brain.

It's a quite a eye-opener.

Want a bite?

I don't eat shrubs.
For you.

Well, this seems, uh, sticky.

No kidding.

People are asking questions
to which answers are scarce
if you catch my drift.

I do. But ...

The lack of answers leads to
senate sub-committees

which leads to Don
losing his job.

Well, I understand,
but my group--

- has deniability, Rosen.

It doesn't technically exist.

So you do this for me
and don't bust my balls.

So refreshingly candid, Don.

[Blender whirring]

What the hell
are you wearing?

[Blender stops]

I try to swim
two miles each day.

Look, this is important.

Lives are at stake.

Um...

That's not exact coffee.

It's a kind of ayurvedic
roasted barley grain.

You're welcome to it,
but, uh...

Right away, Lee.

And get a new doorbell.

[Siren whoops]

[Rock music]

Sign right here, ma'am.

You're lucky I didn't take you
in for reckless driving.

and I really
appreciate it.

Can you do me a favor and...

take your glasses off?

Take this ticket and eat it.

[Echoing]
There you go.

The carbon, too.

Are you single or...

Have a nice day, officer.

I spoke to Donna.

Have you seen my keys?

Uh, check
the front cupboard.

She and Jerry want us to
come to the shore this weekend.

Yeah, but they're
not over there.

They say they've been trying
to get in touch with you.

I know.

Um, they're not here.

It's just gonna be
more awkward after the hearing

when you're
back on the job.

I know.
Please, can you focus with me?

- Help me find my keys.
- Phil. Phil?

Stop. Just stop.

Eye contact.

[Deep breath]

Deep breath.

Have you checked
your other jacket?

I checked my jacket.

Your other jacket.

Right.

What do you know?
This is why I married you.

[Laughs]

[Groans]

You okay?

I love you.

I feel sorry
for you, woman.

[Laughs]

Hey, hey.

Thank you.

Love you.

You, too.
Say hi to Dr. Rosen.

[Sighs]

[Grunts]

[Grunting]

[Tires squealing]

You got a problem?

[Background chatter]

- Rachel, where's your mother?

She'll be down in a second.

Hey Sam, can you hem this for me,
just an inch, please?

Any shorter,
it's a miniskirt.

It still covers
my knees, papa.

Don't start.
And don't wait up, okay?

I gonna be working late
again, okay?

- Again?
- Again.

What else is new?

Don't worry.

Be careful.

She's 24?

Breaking her mother's heart.

Where is your daughter
at this point, two sons?

Three sons.

[Muffled]
Three sons.

[Metal scrapes]

[Needle jackhammers]
[Steam hisses]

I don't even think
she's looking for a husband.

Not that she'd get one

with her condition.

[Steam hissing]

[Noise returns to normal level]

You almost ready, Gary?

Gary?

You want your cereal,
the other one?

[Overlapping voices,
electronic static]

Here, you like this one.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Omega three.

Omega.

Two fluid ounces.

Mmm.

Mmm...

[Electronic noises]

[Overlapping voices]

Gary,
stop watching the TV...

or whatever.

Ha!

Poof. It disappeared.

They're almost here.

[Car horn honks]

So, don't forget your jacket.

Gary, watch the traffic!

Honey. Honey.
Don't forget your lunch.

- Hey.
- Good morning.

- Hey, Gary.
- Hey.

Hey, cool jacket.

- It's new.
- Yeah.

Touch it.

We will have him
back by the afternoon.

Yeah.

This is good
for him, Sandra.

Yeah. I know.

Human interaction
and normal activity.

It's all good.

Now you're just trying
to make me feel better.

Well, you should
feel better.

You deserve to.

Well, at least I can
get to the salon now.

He really hates that place.

- I can drive.
- No, he can't.

He can't drive.

You know, I think
your hair looks lovely

just the way it is.

Thank you.

Have a good day.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Bye.

Oh. Mr Magic.

Thanks.

It's not magic.

Thanks, Gary.

You should have made
this coffee stronger.

Well, you could make it
yourself next time.

I'm putting
my lunch in the refrigerator.

- Hi, Gary.
- Okay.

Good morning.

My mother doesn't want me
to eat fast food,

so I have to eat
what she makes me.

You got it.

And that's why
my name is on it.

Don't eat what's
inside my bag.

So what you're saying is
I can eat your sandwich, right?

No, don't!
That's why my name is on it.

I changed my name
to Gary, too.

- Bill.
- I'm joking.

It's a joke.

Conference room,
two minutes, you guys.

You're not funny.
You don't get it.

You don't get it.

I don't get it?

If nobody laughs,
it's not funny.

He is not funny.

I am funny.

No.
He is not funny. Gary.

If nobody laughs.
He is not funny.

Good morning, Nina, Bill.

Good morning, sir.

Uh, my apologies for, uh,

starting the morning
so abruptly,

but, uh,
we have an urgent matter.

Rachel, over here, please.

Now, what we're
going to see is, uh,

security footage from a camera
in interrogation room three

at police headquarters
in Manhattan.

You ready?

Uh, yes.

This information
you acquired,

the encryptions
were considered unbreakable.

Maybe it just came to me,
like the notes of a song.

Now, watch this.

This is where
it gets interesting.

That's very funny.

Uh, Mr. Keeler,
tell us more...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, one moment.

It must be this input thing,
uh...

It's not the laptop.

If I fix it,
I can get to drive the car.

Uh, we'll see.

[Overlapping comments]

Dr. Rosen,
Dr. Rosen.

How about you just
explain it to us then?

Of course. Um...

NYPD brought in, uh, a suspect

involved in blackmail,

extortion, certain activities
that, uh, caught the attention

of our generous patron,
Don Wilson.

It just comes to me,
like the notes of a song.

That's funny.

Mr. Keeler,
could you, uh,

tell us more about the method
you describe?

I've already told you enough.

[Thwack]

The prisoner
was killed instantly.

I don't see a gun.

Oh, you fixed it,
wonderful.

It was the VGA display port.

Ah, thank you, Gary.

So Wilson
was in the room, right?

What's his take?

He stumped.

Uh, the room was sealed,

a single door
and no windows,

and no gun was found.

So maybe someone
manipulated the footage.

No, all tampering
was ruled out.

No, this is a...

This is a classic
locked room mystery.

Hate those.

So we need real eyes
on the scene, right?

- So ideally a CSI unit or...
- Real eyes.

A forensics team
from Quantico.

Well, Wilson
wants it done quietly, so...

So we're on our own again.

Yeah.

Uh, I appreciate
your patience, Bill.

I'm on it.

I fixed the TV,
Dr. Rosen.

I fixed the TV.

I'm the driver.

Absolutely not.

You told a wide lie.

No. it was a temporary ...

Your jacket. Dr. Rosen.

[Background chatter]

Shoot. Does anybody
have any change for the meter?

- Change?
- Nina?

Yeah, I don't carry change,

but any of you
have a credit card?

Yeah.
They take credit cards.

Hey, guys, here,
take some change.

I'm gonna see
what's going on.

Nina, can you get
inside the room?

Stupid question.

I don't even ...

Good. Then you keep
an eye on it. OK.

Make sure it doesn't move.
Gary.

You have to press the
green button.

Wait. Wait.
We have to hit ..... OK.

Huh! You don't write.
You don't call.

I've been busy.

I thought the hearings was
going to be confidential.

But I guess I was wrong.
Huh?

No sweat ... school girls,
.......... that's all.

Huh?

Yeah!

Look, my team and I
are working this.

Do you have a lead on it?

Well. Lucky me.

It's a jurisdiction l...

Can you give me anything?

Hey Dad!
No no, it's nice

Dr. Rosen said we can wear
whatever we wanted to work.
So ...

Yes, but you can't wear
all one color.

If the top is blue,
then the bottom can be red,

or green, or yellow,

or brown.
But can't be blue.

And then the fashion
tip for ...

I want my blue jacket
and ... wear my blue pants.

Oh. You should see what
my dad wants me to wear. Gary.

All we need to do is to get you
some really great shoes.

I don't even think I'd know
how to walk in those.

I got a closet
full of these.

- I'll hook you up.
- Hook me up.

You want
some, uh, stilettos, Gary?

Yeah, hook me up.

Do you mind
if we take a quick peek?

Who are you with exactly?

We can't--
we can't tell you,

but we can do things that we're
not supposed to talk about...

- Gary.
- That's why we can solve this.

It's also why you need
to stop bugging us--

Gary, that's enough.

Have to let us do
what we need to do.

- That's enough.
- Shh!

Shouldn't be a problem.

Excuse me?

The problem is
all the water you drank.

You have to go so badly,

it must be hard
for you to stand there.

[Echoing]
You really have to go.

I really gotta go.

Take your time.

You did it to her, didn't you?

Dr. Rosen says that we're not
supposed to use our skills...

- Hey, Gary, chill.
- Unless it's an emergency.

Chill.

We got five minutes,
tops.

I'm just telling you
what Dr. Rosen said.

Gary, please...
Just look for clues.

[Gary speaking, muffled]

Hey, what do ya got?

She can't hear you.
She's doing a visual.

[Quietly] All right,
so I got details on the slug.

She can't hear you.
You don't need to whisper.

Right.

It's a 30 caliber.

That's from a rifle.

But how does someone sneak
a rifle in a room like this?

That's a good question.

Does anybody know
where this vent goes?

Well, this is very dramatic.

Can't wait to hear what
you've got to tell me, hmm?

Um, the shooter was here,
Dr. Rosen,

facing east towards
police headquarters.

Come here, I'll show you, here.

[Gary]:
I am getting Radio Portugal.

It's a soccer match.

Mimi. Can you watch him?

Gary, over here.

The shooter,
he lined up his shot,

aiming at a vent on the western
face of the building.

That's exactly what I said.

She can read The New York Times

from ten blocks away.
Let her roll.

He fired a single bullet.

[Gunshot]
The bullet entered the building

at a 30-degree angle.

It traveled through an air shaft

and then collided
with an interior vent

at the interrogation room

and ricocheted
right into the victim.

Oh, I'm sorry,
you forgot the part about

the bird
that farted in New Jersey.

I thought that that was funny.

- That's funny, a bird fart.
- Someone has a sense of humor.

Well, I like it.

But is there any evidence

to corroborate
this elegant hypothesis?

Uh, what about this for evidence?

Hey, whatever that is,
leave it alone.

I'll be damned.

It's a .30 caliber.

Good work.

[Camera lens clicking]

The clinical term
for it is hyperkinesis.

It's a rare condition, like
someone who has perfect pitch.

Extraordinary balance,
perfect aim,

and perfect synchrony
between thought and action.

OK. So you are saying
like a ...

like a Peyton Manning with a gun?

Well. I have seen
a number of cases,

never really had a chance
to test any of them. But ...

Yes. Hyperkinetics
often show an impressive

but sporadic
aptitude for sports.

And not just riflery,
or hunting...

Table tennis, figure skating?

Bowling, archery,

ping-pong.

Oh! Ping-pong
is table tennis.

Rachel, um, did you get
a peek at that bullet casing?

Softball, volleyball,

- football.
- Uh...

There wasn't a print,

but I'm gonna take a closer look.

Football, British golf,
miniature golf.

Does he ever stop?

Hey, you shut up.

Gary,
what did we talk about?

He started it.

And how do we end it?

I stop.

So, um, basically,
we're looking for an athlete?

And, relatedly, someone
who might have a predilection

to over-stimulus,
uh, self-medication.

Join the club.

Maybe.
Mental health issue.

Possible addiction,

even a criminal record.

So we got a athlete,
drug addict, sniper,

which means some
sort of military training.

Well.
What do you know?

Starting to look
like a real criminal profile,

which would mean

this is almost like
a professional investigation.

Thank you. Professor.

Whatever we got. Right?

Whatever, Bill.

[Laughs]

- I'm gonna go--
- Whatever, Bill.

Whatever, Bill.

Okay.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

Gary?

I have a bad attitude.

No. You have a wonderful attitude.
Let's talk.

David Bowie's The Jean Genie
playing

♪ ♪

♪ Small jean genie
snuck off to the city ♪

♪ strung out on lasers ♪

♪ and slash-back blazers ♪

♪ and ate all your razors ♪

♪ while pulling the waiters ♪

♪ talking 'bout Monroe ♪

♪ and walking on snow white ♪

♪ New York's a-go-go ♪

♪ and everything tastes nice ♪

♪ poor little greenie ♪

♪ whoo-hoo ♪

♪ get back home ♪

Hey, how you doing?

I haven't talked to you
in a long time.

[Channel-changing static,
overlapping voices]

♪ He screams and he bawls ♪

♪ yeah, jean genie ♪

♪ let yourself go ♪

♪ ♪

[Background chatter]

♪ Sits like a man ♪

♪ but he smiles
like a reptile ♪

♪ says he's beautician ♪

♪ and sells you nutrition ♪

Make this quick.

Oh, look at this.

Japanese import,
Children of the Revolution.

Hard to believe Marc Bolan

started his career
in a skiffle band.

What do you want?

I want to know
what you've gotten us into.

You know what you need to know.

No, I'm afraid I don't,

and I'm not gonna move forward
until I do.

You jump when--
[Cell phone rings]

So hostile.

You weren't breast fed,
we're you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Whatever you say.

You think I'd put
these people in danger

on your word alone, Don?

Think again.

So some answers, please.
Now.

You want answers?

I insists.

Okay. Red Flag.

Yeah. Do you wanna ...

The Alpha group?
The extremists?

You call them extremists.

I call them criminals,
terrorists.

But I thought
we shut them down.

Yeah, we did,
but they're back,

and now they're expanding
from networking Alphas

into human trafficking,
drugs...

and murder.

You saw the tape.

Red Flag put a bullet
in our only witness.

Now you know what I know.

Can I, uh...

Uh, scout's honor?

On my mother's grave.
Are we done here?

Fow now ...

What did you do to it?

Nothing.
I don't even know what it is.

How long has he been
back on active?

Persky?
Couple a weeks, I think.

Well, he looks fine to me.

Two surgeries I heard.

Two surgeries. Huh.

Look at him.

You sent him flowers, Bill?

Yeah. Every week.

Like clockwork.
I send him 2 eh ..

That's the kind of guy he is.
You know

Do you mind?

Do I mind what?

Well, technically,

I'm not supposed to share it
out of department.

Technically, this is a joint op.

I still do have my badge,
right?

Not if it was up to Persky.

Yeah, well, forget him.

We did a rundown on
everyone in the room.

They were totally clean.

It's got to be an inside job as
there is no other explanation.

How many of these damn things
did you pull?

You wanted vets with PTSD
and a list of priors.

It's not a short list.

What do you do, Bill?

What do you what do I do?

One week you come in,

you ask for a file on a hundred-
year-old Russian chess master.

Now it's military snipers
with a history of going nuts.

What is it?

I'm rehearsing
for Jeopardy!

[Camera lens clicking]

Any luck with those files?

Oh, yeah.
Thank you.

Don't forget
who hooked you up.

Mmm.
This looks delicious.

Mmm!

This is really good.

You should make some and
bring it in for the group.

It's call teamwork.

Thank you.

Well...

Rachel, where are we?
Anything yet?

Um, well,

we didn't actually
get a fingerprint

off the bullet casing,

but I did manage to pull
some biological residue.

Um, traces of, uh, citrus rind,

nicotine, pharmaceuticals, and...

Um...

Is there something
bothering you, Rachel?

No.

Well.
You seem agitated.

It's nothing.
It's nothing really.

No? Oh.

Well, indulge me, hmm?

Please.

It's Bill.

He's--he's messy,

and he's rude,
and he just--

he takes things
without asking and--

Yes, I--
No, I understand

that Bill has
some boundary issues.

- Some?
- Well, we're working on them.

You know, the best thing
for him is, uh...

and for you,
is to confront him

and tell him how you feel,

what you need, and...

No. I'm--just I--I'm...

I can't. I'm sorry.

- Yes, you can.
- No.

You did just now
with me.

That wasn't so difficult,
was it?

Be empowering.

Yes, it was--it was--

Good, so you'll tell him.

Now, you were saying,

uh, residue, citrus rind
and nicotine.

Oh, yes.

An enzyme found only
in Caucasians

of Northern European ancestry.

So our assassin is, what,

a jittery orange-eater
from Norway?

Uh, anyway,

that winnowed our search down
from 10,000

to less than 300 suspects,

which I then cross-referenced
with Harken's list from the FBI,

and that left us
with 40 potential shooters.

Gary's checking their names
for a match.

That's...
That's great work.

Thank you.

That's gonna make our job
a whole lot easier.

You guys need to see this.

Ha! Yes! Yes!
Here. It's here.

Here. Here. It's perfect.
It's perfect.

[Crowd clapping and cheering]

Let's go.
Two more strikes!

Strike him out!

Yeah! Whoo!
That's two strikes!

Oh, no.

Come on, come on, come on!

You got him, you got him!

[Wild cheers and applause]

[Video rewinding]

Come on, come on, come on!

You got him, you got him!

[Wild cheers and applause]

Yes, that's him.
That's Hicks, number seven.

You sure
we got the right guy?

Is that him?

Absolutely.

Cameron Hicks.

He's the highest-rated marksman
in the history of the corps.

Never fired a shot in combat,

but his testing
is off the charts.

Something's wrong here.

A deadly assassin working
in a grocery store?

Have a nice day.

A hot deadly assassin,
but...

Why would he?

You're an
absolute mess, woman.

- Have you no shame?
- What?

I like the blue collar look.

- I know you do.
- And the bad boy thing.

I'm sure.

- Please, you're just grumpy.
- No, I'm not.

Yes, you're grumpy,
you should mellow.

- You're hung over.
- You always drink.

I had one beer
and two tequila shots.

Which is like breakfast
for me.

You drank beer for breakfast?

I like cereal.

I have a special mixture.

Hey, Hicks.

What are you doing here?

Eh.. just the fruits
and vegetables.

You walked out
in the middle of last shift.

You never came back,
you never called.

Uh, no, I, uh...

Look, I just, um...

- I stepped out for a minute.
- Are you on drugs, my man?

No.

No. Listen ...

I'm sorry.
Company policy.

Oh, come on, look,
you don't have to do this.

I got no choice.

Here he comes.

There. There he is.

He's walking South.

Okay, Gar.

He--his home is
five blocks South from here.

He is walking South now.

Gary. Gary. Copy that.
We've got it.

OK. Bill.
Just don't talk to him.

I'm saying his apartment
is five blocks South.
And he is walking ..

No, his apartment.

- Rachel's at his apartment.
- Yes!

What do you mean Rachel
is in his apartment?

- I told her, in and out.
- She needed a little longer.

Guys, in the field,
when I give you orders,

you take them.
They're my orders.

Rachel, out now.

Rachel, copy. Get out.

Rachel, out of there now.
Rachel.

Rachel!

- She's not listening.
- Copy.

What about her cell phone?

- Rachel!
- She's not listening.

Amateur hour!

[Car starts]

Hello !

[Cell phone rings]

[Ringing fades away,
muffles]

There he is.

Keep trying her.
I'm going in.

I'm on it.

[cocks gun]

Hey, you guys,
I found something.

Rachel.
Get out of there.

- What?
- Rachel, he's coming!

- Get out of there!

Hey! What the hell
are you doing?

Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- FBI!
- Hold it!

On...the ground now!

- Okay, okay!
- Now!

Yeah, come here!
Come here!

What the hell'd
you do to my car?

Careful, Gar, okay?

[Harken groaning]

[Tires screeching,
horns honking]

It's OK.
I'll handle it.

You've been going
for five minutes.

Relax.
You're spiking, Okay?

You got to stop!

Rachel, what do you hear?

[Street music,
road noise]

He's--he's running, uh,
past a cafe,

and--and there's
a street musician in front.

Uh, there's
a street musician.

Okay Gary,
help us out.

Just left the park,

heading into an alley
three blocks north.

Okay, I'm on it.

No, you need to stay.
You need to stay put.

[Tires screech]

- Cameron, just stop.
- Who are you?

Wait.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

Why are you chasing me?

Why are you running?

[Panting]

I don't know...

It's okay.

Just calm down.

There you go.

You must be tired.

Exhausted, right?

Yeah.

A little weak?

Just go to sleep.

Everything will be all right.

[Distorted, echoing]
Just go to sleep.

Shh ...