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ANNOUNCER:
A maverick billionaire...

GIDEON:
My name is Gideon Reeves.

I built an empire making
rockets, computers, robots--

made over $100 billion.
Know how I did it?

I'm an engineer.

ANNOUNCER:
...touched by tragedy...

The money!
No!

(gunshots)
GIDEON: My friend has been shot.

Where the hell are you people?!

ANNOUNCER: ...takes on the
biggest engineering challenge

of his career...

I want justice
for Elliot James Sully.

Give me the 13th district
to run.

A civilian can't take over
a police district.

They can, with a special
appointment from this committee.

ANNOUNCER:
...to revolutionize
a police force...

Technology doesn't solve cases,
cops do.

You haven't met
my technology.

*

Aah!
Wow...

ANNOUNCER:
...and save a city.

You guys are my partners.

We're gonna change the world.

GIDEON:
On behalf of Reeves Industries,

welcome to the nerdgasm event
of the year,

the Silicon Super Bowl
for the pasty and clever,

the Windy City Tech Summit!

(applause and cheering)

Holograms! Right?

Who here loves a good hologram?

(applause and cheering)

Ah, yes, that's what I thought.

So, as chief sponsor
of today's festivities,

that amazing-ness is what
Reeves is all about.

Making you see things
in a new way,

changing the world,

one awesome, mind-blowing
demonstration at a time!

(applause and cheering)

Yes. All right.

Well, that's enough of me,

at least
until my keynote speech later,

which is gonna be great,
that I can tell you.

So, without further ado...

You know what? Actually,
I want to say one more thing.

So, there have been some reports
in the press lately

that have been less than kind
to me and my company.

One described me as a "flailing
CEO with cop fantasies."

I just want to say
to all the haters out there,

this company
is stronger than ever.

Just to prove it,

I want to bring up my
chairman of the board.

Uh-oh. Oh, she doesn't
want to come up. Everybody,

could you just give her
a little bit of love, please?

(applause and cheering)

Yes.

She has been a wonderful,

wonderful friend since my MIT
days, and a tireless supporter

of Reeves Industries--

the brilliant
and beautiful...

You smart-ass
son of a...
...Lauren Fitch,

ladies and gentlemen! Yes!

(applause and cheering)
You guys are great!

Let the nerding out begin!

MAN: Yeah!
* Wait, wait, wait,
not too late *

* Did you see how she looked
into my eyes? *

* Babe, babe, babe,
come and take it now *

* You know you ain't
the only girl in my life *

* I'm out of control... *

MAN (over P.A.): Welcome
to the Windy City Tech Summit.

Yeah, nice try, Gideon.

What? I was just introducing
you to the convention.

Are you not my
good friend? Hi.

Uh, are you not the
chairman of my board?

The chairwoman of...
chair human...

Whatever you are, you're
very good at what you do.

If you think kissing my ass
in public is gonna make up

for your falling revenue,
you are sorely mistaken.

Hmm? What? Sorry.

I got distracted when
you mentioned your ass.

All right, and flirting's
not gonna work either.

You are bleeding money
with this new little cop hobby.

Please. Relax.

We've done this dog
and pony show so many times,

we could wear a leash

and a saddle, which you would
look great in, actually.

Stop.
For next time.

Stop it.

This one is different.

Yeah.
Hey.

Wait. Gideon,
don't you want to go inside?

What? In there? No.
God, no. I'll be mobbed.

Autographs,
unsolicited pitches...

All right, well,
you should be happy

that they still want you
to kiss their babies.

They might not love you
for much longer.

What? Come on.
What's not to love?

Gideon, trust me
when I tell you,

if this convention doesn't
go off without a hitch,

this very well
could be our last.

(phone buzzing)
This is the first time
in your career where you've dug

yourself into a hole, and I
don't know if I can dig you out.

If you don't stop
checking those crime stats,

I'm gonna shove that phone
so far down your throat,

there's gonna be a new crime

for your little friends
to investigate.

Oh, all right. God,
murderous rage is...
(sighs)

It's very attractive on you.

Come on.
I'm gonna kill you.

While Mr. Reeves
is attending this conference,

we're gonna be running things

a little more rough and ready
around here.

Not to worry.

We'll still have the basics,

but nobody's
gonna be inventing

any new robots, at least
not until he gets back.

So,

eyes and ears open.
Let's get out there.

(typing)

Murphy?

Need to talk to
you for a minute.

You should head down
to 77th and Freemont.

What is it?
Homicide.

Twentysomething found
his roommate dead.

Apparently, the victim
was meeting with someone

about an online sale.

Is that all we got?

That and his laptop.

Great. What am I supposed
to do with a laptop?

I mean, without Gideon here,

the only technical support
I have is police I.T.,

and they still use
fax machines.

Well, maybe you
should take her.

Ada? To a crime scene?

Unless you got
a better idea.

She is the computer
girl around here. Ada?

Mm.

You're going out on
a murder with Murphy.

What? Why me?

ADA:
I'm not even a cop.

I don't look like a cop,
I don't act like a cop,

I especially don't dress
like a cop.

Don't worry. Just
follow my lead.

So what am I supposed to do?

It's gonna be
fine. Just watch.

I'll let you know
if we need anything.

Oh, try not to yak.

It's a first-time
murder scene thing.

Yeah.

(gasps loudly)

(groans loudly)

Okay.

So you discovered Josh's body

when you got home?
Yeah. I just
got the new

Total Combat,
was psyched to play it,

and then I found him,

you know,

out of lives.

Okay, um, he was meeting someone
from the Internet?

Do you know who?

Sorry, I don't.

All right, just wait outside.

We'll finish your statement
later.

Did you get anything?

No, it is password-protected,
so it's gonna take a while.

You can do something, right?
Like, hack it?

Oh, I mean, I could try
a brute force attack

or a cryptography approach.

The password's
Mookie22, capital "M."

That'll work.

(Brandt whistling)

(scoffs)

You seem annoyingly cheerful.

Sorry.

You know, Gideon's
at his little conference thing,

and, you know,
it just feels good

to be back to basics, you know?

Yeah, just when you were
warming up to the new toys.

Some of 'em.
But the drone, though?

Uh-uh, no.
Thing freaks me out.

You know, it's always there,
watching, hovering above us.

I'm always afraid
it's gonna take my head off.

Man, yesterday we wrestled
two drunk dudes with knives.

You seriously worried
about a drone?

The robots always turn
on the humans eventually.

Terminator, Westworld.

It's just a matter of time.

(chuckles)

(buzzer sounds)

What is it?

(sighs)

Possible suicide.

I hate suicide calls.
Roll it to a beat car.

We're in a beat car.

And besides, you
can't stand it

when other cops try to
put their crap on us.

I'm just saying that
suicide calls are the worst.

It's just...
it's depressing as hell.

Call came from a 19-year-old
student at Rockwell.
Yeah.

Address is a dorm.

We're not
punting this.

(siren wailing)

MAN:
I haven't seen Evan
since yesterday.

What's going on?

We just need
to check his room.

Yeah.

Evan Finley,
Chicago Police.

You in there?

Open up!

Open it.

(door squeaks open)

BRANDT:
Okay.

Good. It's nothing.

We dodged a bullet.
Maybe he did, too.

You don't know that.

Well, hopefully,

he changed his mind
and went and got some pizza.

Speaking of, um, let's go get
some lunch or something.

We're not done here.

How much longer is
this gonna take?

Uh, maybe a bit because

there's not an icon
I can click on

that just says
"murder motive."

I don't know how you spend your
life glued to a computer screen.

I mean, I'd go crazy.

Yeah, well, beats staring
at a severed trachea.

Uh, I got something.

What?

Looks like an e-mail exchange

between the victim
and the guy he was selling to.

What were they selling?

Trying to figure that out.

Uh, looks like...
the cost was two grand, cash.

They set up
a meeting place yesterday.

Blah, blah.

Oh, no.

Ada, what?

They were selling

an all-access wristband
to Gideon's convention.

(beeping, buzzing)

Nice meeting you.

We here at MilliScan
are excited to announce

that we've made millimeter
wave scanning 70% smaller.

Our small, easy-to-use
millimeter wave scanners...

LAUREN (whispering):
I'm here to win.

GIDEON (whispering):
And you liked it?

I loved it.

Yeah, you got
really into it?

I'm bored.

Shut up.

I'm looking at boring people
with gray boxes.

With MilliScan...

Do you know what their
market cap is, their valuation?

I can't hear you.
I'm asleep.

No more being herded
like cattle.

No need to arrive two hours
prior to your flight.

There is a lot of money
in airports.

There is a lot of foot
odor at security checks.

Gideon.

What? I launch spaceships.

You know what they say.

Once you pass the
mesosphere, you never...

All right, bottom line is,

these guys want a
partnership with Reeves.

They're practically
throwing cash at us.

And with your balance sheet
looking the way it does,

you better dance like a stripper
for that cash.

What are Ada

and Murphy doing here?
There he is.

No, Gideon, not today.

I'm sorry.
You guys can't be here.

We've got Reeves Industries'
business to take care of.

I...
Yeah, so do we.
There's been a murder.

We're in Chicago.
Of course there was a murder.

Who the hell is she?

Murphy, Lauren.
Lauren, Murphy.

Gideon's busy.

You're gonna have to
solve your own problems.

We need to talk to Gideon now.
It's important.

What's important

is your boss'
undivided attention right here.

Do you see my badge?
I'm not asking.

The company paid for that badge,
and the company's on the line.

ADA:
Lauren, you have to stop talking

about profit margins
for, like, one second, okay?

The killer stole a wristband
for this event.

And to make matters worse,
I tracked his IP address.

It took me to this hate forum.

Read the last comment.

"I'm gonna kill
Gideon Reeves"?

My day was going so well.

*

GIDEON: I think we're all taking
this a little too seriously.

I mean,
you're not really a celebrity

till someone threatens
to kill you.

That's not funny.

This wasn't just
the one threat.

Whoever this guy is,
he's obsessed.

And he's smart enough
to hide his IP address from me.

You couldn't track him at all?
Nope.

Best I could do was bring in the
administrator of the hate board.

Murphy and...

Ada are gonna interrogate him
now.

What? I don't know
how to do that.

You're just gonna translate.
Come on.

Hey.
How long is this gonna take?

It's a murder investigation.

These things take a while.

Yeah, but we don't
have a while.

Also, I've been looking around.

There's about $10 million
in Reeves tech installed,

which I never received
property requests for.

It's an investment.

(groans)
It's a bottomless pit.

Can I get you a donut?

Okay,

so you're
an online ticket broker?

(chuckles)
Of sorts.

So do you know
ReevesReaper26?

Maybe.

Sure looks like
you know him.

Well, the traffic
on your forum shows

that you facilitated a sale
of a Windy City Tech Summit

all-access wristband

from a JoshMan5
to...

a ReevesReaper26.

And?
And we think

ReevesReaper26 killed JoshMan5
this morning.

So AngryCop1
wants to know

how your little chat room
set up a murder.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

I thought we were here
about some online harassment.

You heard me.

Murder.

So you have a simple choice to
make: you either get charged

with conspiracy
or you give us something

that we can actually use.

Like what? I don't even know
who ReevesReaper is.

You don't track your users,
tag 'em with an Evercookie?

No. It's a troll site.

Okay? People just
blowing off steam.

Trust me, I got no desire
to meet 'em in person.

Especially not that guy.

Why? What's his deal?

All I know is his posts, okay?

But dude's got
some serious demons.

Like psych ward-level stuff.

Talking about
Gideon stealing

ideas straight
from his brain.

That's all I got, okay?

It's not good enough.
Keep thinking.

Wait. Just wait.

The wristband
the guy was selling,

he posted a picture
to prove it was real.

I could download it
for you.

Might have the code.

That's worth something, right?

Yeah.

Looks like you just found
your "get out of jail free" card

there, Carter.

Sir, we need to know
where your son is.

Hell if I know.

But this is exactly the kind

of thing His Majesty
the drama queen would pull.

Yeah, well, the hotline
counselor he spoke with

said it sounded serious.

I'm sure it did.
Just like the time before

and the two times
before that.

Kid just wants attention.

When was the last time
you saw Evan?

Last night. He left here
screaming and crying.

You mind
telling us what happened?

I do mind.

This is family business.

This is your son.

And you can't tell us anything
about...

No, and I don't have to.

I know my rights.
Jackson Barrett.

Damn it, Maura.
Excuse me?

Jackson Barrett.
He's Evan's friend at school.

He might know where to find him.

Thank you, ma'am.

Please, just tell
us he's safe.

Geez, I thought
you were gonna clock that guy.

Probably 'cause I was.

We need to go back
to that school.

Hey, you heard 'em.
The kid's done this before.

We've coded three calls
since we've been on this.

We need to get back
on the street.

No, we need to find this kid.

One of those calls
was an armed robbery.

You telling me
that chasing this around is

more important than that?
You telling me there were
fatalities in that robbery?

No.

Then the possibility
of this kid killing himself

is a hell
of a lot more important.

ADA:
Okay,

so here's what we got.

According to
the convention's QR log,

this particular wristband
was scanned in at 12:22 p.m.

All right.
That's good, right?

So he'll be on the security
footage. We got him.

No, we don't
got him. Look.

What's up with the camera?
What is up is

our killer knows his stuff.
(chuckles)

That's called an I.R. mask.

Surveillance cameras
don't like LED lights.

You wear enough of them,
then you turn into Casper there.

Then you ditch the whole thing
when you get inside

and you're untraceable.

Not bad.

I just mean the tech.

The killer psychopath part
is-is totally uncool.

Can't you track his wristband?

No. Not once he's inside.

Not unless he scans it again.

Gideon, there's a man inside
that wants you dead.

I think it's time

to shut the show down.
Whoa, whoa.

Slow down, Officer.
That is not an option.

Detective.

And I can do whatever I need to
in the name of public safety.

Why don't you just find the guy?
Isn't that your job?

MURPHY: There's almost
3,000 people in there.

I don't have

enough manpower
to scan every single wristband

one at a time...
Wait. Just...

don't kill each other, please.

Everybody just
dial it down.

Pretty sure I can solve this.

Can I borrow you

for a second?

Um, have a seat
right there, please.

What are you doing?

So, to read a QR code,

you need a light source,

a computer...

...and a camera.

Just put your wrist
right here.

Ow.

And that goes...

You could be nicer
to Murphy.

Well, you know I've always had a
problem with authority figures.

Right. Except for the ones
you sleep with.

You sure you want to
lose that privilege?

Look, Murphy can help us.

So just lay off her, okay?

Come on.
(sighs)

(beeping)
There. There! Got it!

Unbelievable.

Okay!

Okay. Okay.

What if I told you
we could scan the entire crowd?

What?
No way. That's
too dangerous.

You have a killer
that's running around.

Uh-huh. And what
do you think he's gonna do

if we shut it down?
Or start searching people

one by one?
Best case,

we lose him.

Worst case, he goes nuts.

CONRAD:
He's got a good point.

Your call, Murphy.

What's your plan?

We're gonna use me
to find this guy.

The hologram me.

Look, the venue has
security cameras, right?

So all we have to do is turn
the hologram lasers around

to scan the crowd.

Then we combine the two
with some QR-reading software.

Bam. We mass-scan
every wristband in the place.

Okay, but that's never
been done before.

Oh, well, if you're trying
to stroke my ego,

then it's working.

Aren't people gonna notice

they're being zapped
by a giant laser?

Well, that's the best part--

once I change
the light wavelength,

they're not even gonna be able
to see the lasers.

Murphy, please.

Just give me a chance.
I can do this.

I'll give you half an hour.

That seems reasonable.

Oliver, buddy, how long
you been working for me?

Uh, three years
and seven months, ever since

I read your autobiography
and interviewed six times...
Yes.

Right. So you ought to know that
I know what I'm talking about.

All I need is to reroute
the surveillance footage

into my laptop

so the QR reader
can analyze it.

OLIVER:
But, sir,

with all due respect,
I just don't see

how you're going to repurpose

the hologram to...
Mm-hmm. So, new plan.

You get out of my way,
reread that chapter in my book

about how impatient I am, and
then I'm gonna do this myself.

All right.

Okay.

(clanging)

Uh, look, um, I think we got
off on the wrong foot.

I just want you to know
that it's nothing personal.

Yeah? So then what is it?

Well, it's just I've been
protecting Gideon for years.

I mean, mostly from himself.

The biggest outside threat has
been patent attorneys and...

doctors' warnings
about his caffeine intake.

And now he has a killer
after him.

I really don't see
how that's my fault.

But I'm not pointing
the finger at you.

It's just this kind of thing
never happened

before Gideon took on
this new hobby.

This has nothing to do
with him working with us.

And policing is not a hobby.

(chuckles)
Trust me,

the law enforcement division

will end up on the
Reeves Industry

Island of Misfit Toys,
along with geoscience

and biophysical chemistry and...

And you'll still be around?

I'm the money.

He may be a billionaire,

but it takes billions
more to build his empire.

Gideon's interests
will come and go,

but he needs me
to pay for his dreams.

We done yet?

(chuckles)
Almost.

Gideon, the clock is ticking,

and this looks
really complicated.

Trust me, it's gonna work.

It'd better. 'Cause I'm about
to pull the plug.

Don't look at me.

I'm just the genius.

(indistinct chatter)

Jackson Barrett?

Yeah. What's going on?

We're looking for Evan Finley.

You know
where he is?

Uh...

uh, not really. I don't...

Mind if we talk outside?

JACKSON:
I told you,

I don't know
where Evan is.

His parents seem to think
you might know how to find him.

Why's that?

I don't know.

His parents gave you my name?

Look, bro, your buddy Evan,
he may be in trouble.

He called a suicide hotline.

So if there's anything
you need to tell us...

No?

All right.

Let's go.

Jackson.

We're not gonna talk
to your parents.

We'll keep your name
out of our report.

Just help us find Evan.

I didn't want my parents to know

about my first girlfriend
either.

I'm sorry.

It's just

I'm not...

you know...

out.

Hey, that's nobody's business
but yours.

We're only concerned
about Evan.

I...

I haven't seen him
since yesterday.

I tried calling.

I got his voice mail.
Do you think he's...

Yeah, that's what we're trying
to figure out.

We have a secret Uber account.

For when we go out.

Maybe he used it?

Yeah, yeah, that's great.

That's really great.
Can we see it?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Let's go.

(indistinct conversations)

Okay, once we get eyes
on this guy,

we take him down nice and easy.
Shouldn't we have
more backup?

It's hard to catch him
in this crowd.
I don't want to spook him

with a lot of uniforms.
They're gonna cause a panic.

So how is our brainiac boss
gonna find one wristband

out of a room
full of wristbands?

If he says he can do it,

that's good enough for me.

Now let's spread out
and be ready.

All right, Gideon,

it's now or never.
All right, then.

Just have to change
the wavelength.

(muttering)

Where we at, Gideon?

There.

Yes. It's showtime.

Gideon, what's going on
up there?

A technological miracle.

I'm scanning, like, a thousand
wristbands with lasers.

So cut me some slack.

Come on, come on.
Where are you?

Yes. Okay, okay, all right.

Tracking him now, Murphy.

Uh, he is in the southwest hall.

Cobb, Reyes.

We're on our way.

Where is he?

GIDEON: Hang on, let me
get my bearings here.

Uh, southwest hall.

Just past the drone booth.
Orange hoodie.

MURPHY: I can't see
what you're seeing, Gideon.

You're gonna
have to help me out.

Hang on one sec.

Check your phone.
(phone ringing)

Your six o'clock.

Got it. Cobb,

Reyes, orange hoodie.

MURPHY:
Chicago Police!

He's going for the stairs.

(doorknob rattling)

Hands up in the air.

Turn around slowly.

Please don't hurt me.

I'm sorry.

MURPHY: What can I tell you?
We got the wrong person.

You're sure she didn't do it?

I thought the whole point
of this thing

was we find the wristband,
we find the killer.

She's a 16-year-old girl, Cobb.

So what? I dated all kind
of chicks in high school

who would've happily
slit my throat.

Okay. Well, we have her
coming through surveillance

with a different wristband.

The all-access wristband
we're tracking--

she said she found
from across the bathrooms.

If she didn't do it,
why'd she run?

Because she has a stolen
wristband, Sherlock.

She thought that
we were busting her

for trying to score some swag

with upgraded access.

Okay, then why'd
the bad guy

ditch it here?

Maybe because he was in there.

What the hell
did he want back here?

Okay, look, the me that
cares about you really hopes

they catch this guy.
But the me

that cares about
Reeves Industries

really needs you
to sign off on a few deals.

Whatever.

Just buy them all.
We can't.

All right.
Sell them all.

COBB:
Hey, are there security cams?

No.

Not in that area.

It's a privacy thing.

It's a bunch of exhibitors
with equipment

they don't want photographed.

Seriously, Gideon, I need you
to take a look at these...

Lauren, we're hunting
a killer right now!

Priorities.

No, the police
are hunting a killer.

You are watching a screen.

Okay, you've never
watched Bones?

Guys, there should be
a security guard there.

Hey, over here.

MURPHY:
There's the guard. He's down.

He's got a pulse.

Squad, we need
an ambulance.

DISPATCHER:
Copy that.

Maybe the killer
needed backstage access.

Or firepower.

His gun's missing.

(siren wailing)

(tires screech)

You sure this is the place?

I don't see anything.

The Uber driver
dropped him off here.

Yeah, so where
the hell is he?

Think I found him.

Oh, man.

Evan?

Get away from me!

Hey, easy, buddy.

You don't want to do that.
I said get back.

Look, you don't know me.

But I've spent the whole day
getting to know you.

Met your mom.

Your boyfriend Jackson.

They both
love you very much.

You meet my dad, too?

Yeah. We did.

Well, send him a picture
when I jump, okay?

He'll probably tell you it's
the only thing I ever did right.

Call his dad.
I'll keep him talking.

Don't you think that's the last
person he wants to talk to?

No, that's who he needs
to talk to most.

What am I supposed to say?

Whatever it takes.

Hey, Evan.

Just calm down, okay?
Talk to me.

Mr. Finley, this is
Officer Brandt, Chicago Police.

You don't want to do this.

Just tell me what's
going through your mind.

Let us help you.

Lethelp you.

I've been
in your position before.

I am not going to
argue with you, sir.

Your son is one step away
from taking a swan dive.

This is not a stunt.
He means it.

Come on, you don't really think

there's any chance at all

that he's gonna...
Listen to me.

I served overseas.

Four years.

A lot of guys
over there with me

didn't do so well
when they got back.

I've lost many people
to suicide.

I know what it looks like
when they're serious.

And your son is exactly that.

You got a problem
with who he loves,

you man up and you deal with it.

You hear what
I'm saying to you?

Right now we got
to save his life.

All right, I'll talk to him.

Hey, Evan.

I'm gonna bring you
the phone now, okay?

Your dad wants to talk to you.

No, I'm done talking to him!

Okay.
I said get back!

Okay. Just take it easy.

All right, Mr. Finley,
the phone call's not gonna work.

New plan.

You got a computer
with a camera on it?

Uh, yeah, I...

Good, I'm gonna
call you right back.

Hey, Pete, it's Brandt.
You copy?

This is Pete. Go ahead.

Need your help.

You are totally overreacting.

You can't keep me
locked in here.

You're staying here until
I shut this convention down.

Oh, over my
dead body.

Don't tempt me.

Please...
I'm sorry.
This guy is dangerous.

We have no idea
what he's planning.

He has a gun, for God's sakes.

A gun.

Yeah, it's a weapon.

It's yea long and goes bang.

Murphy...
Just listen.

Remember the strategic
partnership with MilliScan?

The boring gray boxes?
Yeah. I cannot believe

you want to talk
business right now.
This is the perfect time

to talk business.

Those boring gray
boxes find guns.

Wow, you're good.

It's pretty slick.
Mm-hmm.

Right? So we just need to
find a place to mount it

and we can scan the
crowd for weapons.

Well, we're gonna
have to get it up high.

Yeah.

The rafters.

He loves this part.

Believe me, I know.

So are you
seriously telling me

this can scan
the whole crowd for a gun?

LAUREN:
Yeah, it's a portable version

of the full body scanners
at airports.

So everyone is gonna
jam in to here

for my keynote speech.

There's pretty much no chance
a guy obsessed with me

is gonna miss that.
And that's when we get him.

My gut feeling is that he wants
to take you down publicly.

Probably during your speech.

Do you really want to risk
your life for a few bucks?

Not just money at stake, Murphy.

It's my company.
It's everything I've built.

It's the 13th district, too.

I'm gonna wear
a bulletproof vest.

It's still a risk.

Yeah.

A risk that you take every day.

Evan, I want you
to think about your future.

For when you
graduate from college

and you-you're living
your own life.

No, it'll never be my own life.

Never.

It will,
I promise you it will.

You just
got to stay strong, buddy.

I can't anymore.

I'm done talking.

Hey, Pete,

what's the ETA?

It's getting desperate
over here.

I'm almost there.

Just got to warn you,
this is not my finest work.

It's a little duct tapey.

EVAN:
What the...?

What is that?

Evan.

What do you want?

Please, God, let this work.

Evan, I just want to tell you
I'm here, son.

And I'm-I'm sorry.

You said you wanted me gone.

You said that...

I said a lot of stupid things.

I just... Look,

why don't you just
get down off there,

and we'll...
What he's trying to say

is he loves you.

Yes.

I love you.

We both do.

BRANDT: That's it.
Hold it steady, Pete.

Uh... (clears throat)

I'm trying.
Just a little emotional here.

Please just come home.

Come on, kid.

(siren wailing in distance)

(chuckles)

Nice work.

Okay, Cobb, you're
gonna take quadrant one.

York, Wolfe,
you're taking two.

Reyes, Cotin,
you're taking three.

I'm gonna be in four.

There's, like, a thousand people
in there, all staring at Gideon.

How the hell are we supposed

to find the one guy
that wants him dead?

You're just gonna have
to trust the tech.

Where have we heard
that before?

This guy's not gonna
stay still for very long.

The moment Ada spots
him, we take him down.

(Gideon groaning)

Aah!

(sighs)
Damn it.

New invention idea:
universal screws.

Ah. Yes.

(laughs)

Okay, and...

Yeah.

Hey, it's working.

Well, we had to give up
12% ownership of MilliScan

to get these so quickly.

It damn well better work.

What time do the doors open?

Already did.
It's do or die.

Bad choice of words.

Kinda.

Oh, all right.

A little bit tight.

Right?

Wait a second. Is this yours?

We didn't have enough
time to get a new one.

I'm not taking your...
Gideon,

you're the one that's on the
business end of the gun.

If you hear a shot,
you drop, okay?

Just stay low,
protect your head,

and try to get
behind something.

Try not to pee myself.

I don't want
you to do this.

I know you don't.

But I've been doing the math
on this, Murph.

According to my calculations,

there are three solid arguments
for why I should.

One-- Lauren is right.

This convention is very
important to Reeves Industries.

And now, for better or worse,

what happens to Reeves
happens to the 13th district.

Two-- no matter how crazy
this killer might be,

he's undeniably smart.

We have to catch him
before he hurts other people.

So, what, it takes a
genius to catch a genius?

It takes a genius
to know the only shot

we have at catching this lunatic
involves the both of us,

which brings me
to my third argument--

it's probably
the most valid.

I know I can go out there
'cause I have you to protect me.

Of course I have your back.

But what about that
billion-dollar brain of yours?

This thing?

That's hard as a rock.

MAN (over P.A.):
And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the moment
you've all been waiting for--

the host of the Windy City
Tech Summit--

Mr. Gideon Reeves!

(applause and cheering)

(applause and cheering)
Yes! Ha-ha!

Hello, Gideonites!

Is that a thing?
Can we make that a thing?

(applause and cheering)
Welcome...

Can't you get a-a wider
view of the crowd?

No, it's a ten-by-ten range.
I had to do a grid search.

I was going to give
a speech about...

how driverless cars will take
over the world, yada, yada.

I think I'm gonna
shake things up a bit.

Is that okay with you guys?

ALL: Yeah!
All right.

How we doing, Ada?
ADA: I'm getting a lot of hits,

but it's mostly just

random metal stuff
in people's pockets.

Come on, Ada.
You got to go faster.

If we go any faster,
we might miss something.

'Cause what I really
want to talk

about is risk.

So when we first went
into space, was it awesome?

Yes. Was it important
to science? Absolutely.

But what was it
above all?

Incredibly dangerous.

Check the northwest corner
closest to the exit.

She's right in the middle of...
Just do it.

It's the best place
for the shooter.

The best line of sight,

and the best escape route.

Okay.
Does this woman have
any idea what she's doing?

Actually, yeah,
she really does.

...pioneered
the hot-air balloon.

What a badass.

He decides to cross
the English Channel by himself

in a bag
filled with air

heated by an open fire.

It's the first time
anyone had tried that.

Damn it, where is he?!

You know what happened?

The balloon deflated
mid-flight, and

he fell to his death.

Now, I don't tell you
that story to bum you out.

That guy
with his hand on his pocket.

'Cause you know what?
De Rozier changed the world.

Gun! Gun!
Murphy,

you were right! Northwest
corner, blue sweater.

He's moving towards the front!

He took that risk
for all of us here in this room.

'Cause without
hot air balloons,

you don't get rockets.

You don't get self-driving cars.

Any of it.

Got him. Chicago Police!

Drop the weapon!

(people screaming,
excited chatter)

MURPHY: It's all right,
everyone. Calm down.

Stay calm.
The situation's under control.

(groans)

(laughs)

It's okay.
(coughs)

I'm fine.

(sighs)

I'm fine.

Oh.

Doing all right?

We good down there?

(laughs)

Ladies and gentlemen,
let's hear it

for the fine men and women
of Chicago's 13th district

for saving my life!

(cheering)

That was a good
call today.

Using the drone.

Yeah, well, I guess
it's got its uses.

Until it becomes sentient
and tries to kill us.

(laughs)

You want to talk about anything?

No. You know me.

I'm not really a big talker.

But, um...

you know,
now that you mention it...

I guess I never knew that you...

...could go so damn long
without eating.

Can we please get some food?

Yeah, man.

Let's get some food.

So, Morgan was a chick, then?

(knocking)
MURPHY: Hey.

How are your ribs?

Oh, they're fine.

I was looking for an excuse
to skip the gym, anyway.

Well, that's the spirit.

Oh, so I looked up the shooter.

Yeah?
Ted Griffin.

I never met him,
but he actually worked

at Reeves for a short time.

Sounds like a smart guy,

but HR had to let him go after
he failed a psych evaluation.

Apparently, he had

"obsessive thoughts
and delusions of grandeur

in regard to Mr. Reeves."

He swore he could hear me
whispering in his ear.

Well, at least we know

you're not the only one
obsessed with you.

You got lucky today.
Mm.

I mean, five inches north...

Yeah, or 14 inches south,
it would have been a disaster.

But it wasn't.

And I have you
to thank for that.

I have a question.

What happened to the geoscience
division at Reeves?

Hmm?

Lauren told me about it,
and a few other divisions, too.

Said you started them, lost
interest and walked away.

And you're worried
that I'm gonna do that here?

It's crossed my mind.

Right.

Well, you know, all my life,

I've, uh, chased
the most interesting problem,

the hardest thing to solve,

and some of 'em turn out
to be too easy

or not worth solving
in the first place.

But believe me, Murphy,
this, uh...

this is the hardest one ever.

I'm not going anywhere.

No matter what Lauren says.

Who is she to you?

We were classmates at MIT.

I went into tech
and she went into tech finance.

My first rocket-- she...

Gideon, who is she to you?

Oh, that.

That's complicated.

* Caught up in my teeth... *

GIDEON:
Oh, God.

Oh!

* I'm-a bite
your feelings out... *

(sighs)
You are on fire.

(laughs)

What has gotten into you?
Oh.

Ooh, is it 'cause
I almost died?

Mm, maybe a little.

Did you see the press
on that conference?

(laughs)
(giggles)

You know what? I've been
a little bit distracted.

It was incredible.

I mean, people finally saw
your technology in action.

Oh, so, you've changed your
assessment of the 13th district?

Yeah. Absolutely.

If anything, I think
you're thinking too small.

You, of all people,
should know better than that.

I'm serious.

I mean, people saw you get
shot in Reeves body armor

and protected by
Reeves police, and...

Uh, technically,
they're not my police, but...

My point is, it's something
that people will pay for.

Excuse me?

* Without ever letting
you know... *

We could own
privatized policing.

I mean, this is not some
small Chicago experiment.

I mean, this
could go global.

This could be a
billion-dollar business.

* Without ever letting
you know... *

You're a genius.

* Roof was fallin',
let me, love me *

* Without ever letting
you know *

* Roof was fallin', let me,
love me, fallin', I just know *

* Without ever letting
you know. *

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