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Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been three months since I confessed.

Go on, my son.

Do...?

Do you believe that God
can speak to you, Father?

Of course I do. The Lord speaks
to all those who are willing to listen.

What about the devil then?

Do you want to confess something,
my son?

I'm a good man, Father.
I try to be a good man.

But I...

I see things.

I see things.

I don't know why he chose me...

but it's happening again.

It's happening again and I'm scared.

Scared of what?

Of what's going to happen on the bus.

I want it to stop.
Please, I just want it to stop.

Son, have you hurt someone?

Son. Son, come back.

Roy, I know it's you.

Hey, let's go, buddy.
What's the problem?

Oh, my God.

The souls of the just
are in the hand of God.

And no torment shall touch them.

They seemed, in the view of the foolish,
to be dead.

And their passing away
was thought an affliction...

and their going forth from us,
utter destruction.

But they are in peace.

You know, you being here, Livvy,
you did the right thing.

The man betrays his country,
turning over state secrets...

and here we are
pretending he's a hero.

I know. Stop.

Bureau's got one black eye as it is.

Last thing we need right now
is another espionage scandal.

You made it through.

It's over now.

Did you see John's mother?
She wouldn't stop looking at me.

- His mother.
- Yeah, like she was blaming me...

for what happened.
Like it was my fault he was dead.

As far as John's mother knows,
her son died a hero serving his country.

A hero.

He used me, Charlie.

And he told me he loved me.

I wasn't gonna tell you this...

but he said he loved me too.

Agent Dunham.

Agent Francis.

I need you to come with me.

Thank you.

- You brought your own sweetener?
- Don't be ridiculous.

It's my medication.

You're not on any medication, Walter.

Course I am.
I've been making it myself in the lab.

Oh, I wish you were joking.

You're self-medicating
with homemade drugs.

Simple combination
of Dextromethorphan...

Clonazepam and some Fluoxetine.

Those are psychotics, Walter.

All of them.

Course they are. That's the point.

I have been in a mental facility
for the past 17 years.

It's put me quite out of balance.

Right.

- Stay here.
- What if I need to use the bathroom?

Just hold it. I'll be right back.

Hello?

Hey, what are you doing?

What? You thought
I didn't see you all day?

You were supposed to check in
before you came home.

You tell anybody else that I'm here...

you're the first one of the bunch
I'm gonna come after.

It was moving, but I stopped it.

There was something important.

Oh.

I've decided on the pancakes.

Blueberry.

That's great, Walter.

- Did somebody call me on the phone?
- Oh!

That's what was important.

Something about a bus.

The incident occurred
at 8:14 a.m., middle of rush hour.

First responders were worried
it was bioterrorism...

ghost of the sarin subway incident
in Tokyo in 1995.

They called in the CDC...

confirmed the attack isn't biological
in nature. There's no contagion.

And you said
there wasn't any good news.

Our team's coming in
to transfer this bus to a secure area.

I want you to extend the perimeter
outside the tunnel another 50 yards.

It's horrible.

They're like mosquitoes
trapped in amber.

If this was some sort of attack,
why not...

just use something conventional
like plastic explosives, pipe bomb?

Impact.

Whoever did this wanted attention.
I mean, look at that.

Or it's not an attack at all,
it's something else entirely.

- Meaning?
- If I knew, you wouldn't be here.

I imagine that the material was released
in gaseous form before solidification.

I need to study it in my lab.
Can I have some?

We'll have to dig out their
personal effects so we can ID them.

Notify their next of kin.

It's not here.

In eius telephoni non fuit.

Quomodo pergemus?

Roy?

What is that?

I don't know.

Any idea what it is yet?

Tricky, very tricky.

All I've been able to discern is that
it starts as a silicon-based aerosol...

and it solidifies somehow.

You could be of assistance to me.

I would love to hear some Bach.

Mass in A minor.

Will you play it for me?

I'm sure the young lady down there
would get us a piano.

That young lady
is an FBI agent, Walter.

Her name is Astrid...

and this is the 100th time
you've forgotten her name.

So no, I don't think
I can get you a piano.

You always resisted your lessons too.

Lack of commitment, son,
was always your problem.

I imagine that's why
you still haven't chosen a profession.

I should have followed
in your footsteps...

because your work has obviously
brought such joy to the world.

Who was he, Peter?

- Sorry?
- The man in the restaurant.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

It was nothing.
He was harassing the waitress.

- I just told him to cut it out.
- Oh, I see.

Excuse me, can you please
extract this camera?

I want you to note
all the people on this video.

Cross-check them with the victims.

If we're lucky,
maybe she caught whoever did...

Stop, go back.

Can we close in on that woman?

- What is it?
- That backpack.

I just saw that woman,
that backpack wasn't there.

Has anyone seen a blue backpack
with the other personal effects?

So someone took the bag from her...

got off the bus before the attack?

So who is she?

Evelina Mendoza,
she's a federal employee.

What's her job?

Oh, my God. She's DEA.

The woman who died,
whose backpack was stolen...

she's a drug enforcement agent,
undercover.

She had a handler, Grant Davidson.
I wanna bring him in for questioning.

I apologize
if I wasn't helpful on the phone.

I needed to ask my superiors
for clearance to talk to you about Eve.

Our condolences.

From her records she seemed
like an exemplary agent.

Ah, she was.

Can you tell us about the case
she was working on?

Uh, three months ago,
she was tasked to infiltrate...

the East Coast representatives
of a Nicaraguan drug cartel.

Been banging on them for over a year.
She called me...

said she wanted me to pull her out.
She was scared.

Said she heard members
of the cartel...

discussing something
about the Pattern.

I told her I never heard of it.

And, uh, we set up a meet,
but she never showed.

Whoever attacked the bus this morning
was interested in one of her effects.

Do you have any idea
what she could have been carrying?

I wish I could be more helpful.

You have been, Agent Davidson.

Thank you.

I've been asked
to officially ID her body.

I suppose that won't be a problem.

Have you spoken with her family?

Uh, there's a, uh, brother
she doesn't talk to.

I didn't realize
how hard this was gonna be.

You don't have to explain.

I know what it's like to lose someone
you've worked with closely.

I'd like to say goodbye.

Of course.

- Should I bother to ask?
- Heh, music helps him process.

It works too. As soon as Peter started
playing, Walter just kind of locked in.

He was able to re-create the material
from the crime scene.

Hey.

I hear you play the piano.

He doesn't just play, he's good.
You should hear him.

- Heh, no, maybe some other time.
- Olivia.

You'll be pleased to hear
we figured it out. The material.

The gas that was released
on the bus...

turned solid when it met
the nitrogen in the atmosphere.

Instantly immobilizing
and suffocating the passengers.

Who would have the know-how
to manufacture something like this?

I'll give you six guesses,
and the first five don't count.

Massive Dynamic.

Three chemical companies
in the U.S. Supply those compounds.

All of them wholly-owned
subsidiaries of Massive Dynamic.

Charlie, what's up?

We got something.
I think you're gonna want to see it.

Tip got called in
from a priest over at St. Anne's.

Says the guy that lives here
mentioned a potential incident...

about the bus before it happened.

So, what do we know about him?

Name's Roy McComb,
high school graduate, no criminal record.

He's been pushing papers at an escrow
company for the last couple of months.

I got B.P.D. Picking him up
from there right now.

Doesn't seem like
the profile of a mass murderer.

No.

I didn't think so either.

What?

You're looking at depictions
of dozens of attacks...

accidents, disasters
we've seen over the last year.

And look, all of them are dated
before the incidents took place.

Is that the flight from Hamburg?

So this guy drew Flight 627...

the Angel suicides in Baltimore...

and the Birmingham Bridge collapse?

Clearly the man is disturbed.

But do you really think
he could be involved in all this?

No, I don't.

But that doesn't make me
any less interested...

to know
where he got his information.

Several of those incidents
have never been made public.

Based on the evidence,
every one of them was either drawn...

or constructed
before the event depicted.

Mr. McComb, I'm Special Agent
Charlie Francis of the FBI.

You're not officially being charged
with anything right now.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Is that okay?

Um, yeah, okay. Sure. Uh...

- Call me Roy.
- Okay, Roy.

Start with this drawing of yours.

Fourteen different chemical compounds...

were used in the incident on the bus.

Three of them manufactured
exclusively by your subsidiaries.

You've done your homework.

We supply them to
a dozen labs around the world.

It could've been stolen
from any of them.

I'll need a list of those labs, then.

Of course. Anything you need.

Thank you.

So is there anything else?

When we first met...

you said that science and technology
had advanced to such a state...

that... Your words.
- They were "running out of control."

That sounds about right.

Well, so far, all the science
and technology that I've come across...

has been very tightly controlled
by Massive Dynamic.

Every case I investigate
has a tie back to this company.

Well, I think
maybe you have it backwards.

Massive Dynamic is, well,
so massive...

that just about everything...

in the world of science and technology
has a tie back to us.

Of course, I could say something
of the same to you, couldn't I?

You've been investigating these cases
for a short while.

At least three of them have occurred
right in your own backyard.

I might suspect that you, yourself,
were somehow responsible.

I hope it will help you find
whoever's behind these attacks.

Attacks?

Apparently,
Broyles hasn't told you. Yes.

The technology was used
once before, in Prague.

Although there were fewer casualties.

Then, I suppose if you had access
to the case files...

you'd know that
we'd already shared...

all the information we have
with the government.

Thank you for the information.

What about this one?

This one gonna happen too, Roy?

Ahem, look...

I know that this sounds crazy...

In fact, I think I am crazy.

- But I can be anywhere,
at home or at work...

and just all of a sudden, I get this...

I don't know how to describe it.

This feeling.

And the only way
that I can get it out...

get rid of it,
is to try to draw what I see.

Or to try to build it.
Sometimes that works.

How long have you
been getting these feelings?

Maybe nine months.

Nine months.

Roy's feelings, or whatever they are...

began roughly when we became aware
of the Pattern.

- Meaning what?
- I'm not entirely sure yet...

but it's hard to say he's lying.
- He's not.

I'd like to consider myself
a fairly good poker player.

Which requires me
to have the ability...

to read my opponent's tells.
Know when he's bluffing.

He's not bluffing.

Regardless of what
the actual explanation is...

he believes that what he's saying
is the truth.

What do you suggest?

- How has he learned of these incidents?
- I don't know.

- Hey, I just saw Charlie. He told me...
- Ockham's razor.

All other things being equal,
the simplest solution is the best.

- And what is that?
- The man's psychic.

Theoretically, it's all quite possible.

So you're saying
Roy can read people's minds.

I posit that Roy
has no control over his abilities...

that he's linked psychically
with someone...

or less likely, but still possible...

a small group of people
responsible for these events.

Equally possible, someone
who is merely discussing them.

Perhaps he's communicating with you,
Agent Broyles.

Forgive me, Dr. Bishop...

I like to think I have an open mind,
but I have a hard time accepting that...

that man is hearing
another person's thoughts.

Yes, so do I, which is why
I would like to prove it.

- And here we go.
- And how would you do that?

Am I required to keep him alive?

That would probably be best.

Can we, uh, talk a moment?

- Go ahead.
- Nina Sharp just told me...

this isn't the first time...

that material from the bus
has been used.

I'd be skeptical of anything
coming from Nina, but in this case...

she's correct.

So, what?

I don't have clearance to know
background on a case I'm investigating?

Agent Dunham, if I'm not always
completely transparent with you...

there's a reason. This little task force
you and I call our day job now...

it sometimes requires some, shall
we say, bureaucratic maneuvering...

to keep it alive
and free from meddling.

Which means sometimes I don't tell
you everything, for your own protection.

With all due respect,
that's not good enough.

Now, I've been trained for a lot:
Hostage crises, terror campaigns...

suicide bombers, chemical attacks...

but the things I've seen
since I started working for you...

If I'm gonna do this job, I need to know
what it is I'm dealing with.

And you will. When you're ready.

Till then,
I suppose you'll need to trust me.

So, what are we looking for?

If my hypothesis is correct...

if he is picking up the thoughts
of another human being...

it will leave a distinct signature.

And you think we'll be able
to identify whose thoughts they are?

That's preposterous.

But I may be able to intercept them.

Magnificent machine.

You mind if we view the axial images?

His vitals are spiking.

- What's happening?
- No idea.

But I'm extremely interested
to find out.

Something's wrong!

Shut it down now!

- Get up. Are you okay?
- I don't know.

- I think so. What did that?
- Something in the blood.

A magnetic compound of some kind,
dormant, perhaps a parasite.

What...? I don't understand.

The machine is a magnet, and
you've got metal in your blood.

If we hadn't turned it off...

it would've ripped your body apart.
- Quite a mess.

Why would there be metal in his blood?
That's not normal, right?

You wanna see everything from 1989.

- Uh, hmm, no. Perhaps '79.
- Fantastic. That's very helpful.

Oh, stop.

I was right.

Belly and I worked
on this very problem.

- Belly?
- Yeah, as in William Bell.

Founder of Massive Dynamic,
one of the richest men on the planet.

He and Walter
used to share a lab together.

Loved cloves. Awful odor.

We posited a spectrum of waves...

lying outside the range of those
already discovered.

We hypothesized that these waves...

could be used
to communicate information.

The government, of course,
was extremely interested.

It was a brilliant idea.
A theory, but a good one.

They wanted to use the network to send
their most clandestine information.

If no other government
knew the spectrum existed...

they couldn't listen in.
- Yes.

And they called it
"The Ghost Network."

But they asked us
to take it one step further:

To develop a method...

where they could transmit directly
from one person to another.

I surmised that I could introduce...

an iridium-based organometallic
compound into the subject's brain.

You have got to be kidding me.

What?

Roy McComb was
one of your test subjects.

Of course, yes.
That explains it, doesn't it?

Explains it?

Yes, that explains why
he almost died today...

because you injected something
into his brain 20 years ago.

No. What I gave him was not nearly
enough to cause that reaction.

The compound must have multiplied
in his bloodstream...

over time.

Environment, perhaps diet.

He was a sophomore volunteering
for psych experiments.

Did you bother to explain to him
what you were doing?

Well, it wouldn't have been
a very secret experiment if I had.

What's going on?

- How's Roy McComb?
- He's fine. No thanks to my father's...

attempts to turn him into
a human walkie-talkie.

- Wait a second.
- Don't try and change the subject!

What you just said is on subject.

The iridium-based compound
that multiplied in his bloodstream...

has turned him
into some kind of receiver.

- A receiver of what?
- Transmissions.

Someone else, it seems...
And I'm somewhat jealous of this.

- Has perfected our Ghost Network...

and is using it to communicate.

Our dear Roy is merely overhearing
what they say.

You'll note that the rotary movement
gives the impression of a 3-D tunnel...

when, in fact, it is not.

Next slide, please.

That's an oldie but a goodie.

As you observe this image,
your brain perceives first a duck...

a rabbit, a duck again.
It always comes back to the duck.

In truth, the image is neither.

But it illustrates the brain's need
to take random sensory input...

and construct it into a meaningful...
- Great.

- Thank you, we get it.
- I'm sorry, I don't think I do get it.

Well, neither do I.
I just want him to stop.

- I'll get the lights.
- I suspect...

someone has continued my research.

But they've taken the easy way out...

merely using the Ghost Network
as a secure telecommunications channel.

You're suggesting Roy's listening
to someone's telephone network.

Yes. But, no, not listening.

Roy's brain is trying to interpret
the sensory input...

much as our brains
grapple with the duck-rabbit.

I told you,
it always comes back to the duck.

So, if Roy's
receiving this frequency...

is there any way
we can tap in and hear them?

Or maybe even ID them?

Construct a receiver using
that spectrum, it's possible, of course...

but it would take months.

But it may be possible to redirect the
transmissions from his visual centers...

to his auditory cortex.

Wait, you wanna rewire his brain?

Not without his permission.
It would be a minor surgery.

Minor brain surgery,
emphasis not on the "minor."

I would need
a specific piece of equipment:

A magnetic neurostimulator
I built in 1983.

With a few adjustments,
it would work.

We'll just go back in time
and get it for you.

No need to. It's most likely
where I left it 17 years ago:

Hidden in a wall
in our old house in Cambridge.

Blast from the past.

What's the game plan here?
We're just gonna knock...

ask if we can tear out their walls?
- Pretty much.

I guess the badge is the "pretty please"
in that equation.

There's no lights on.

I'm gonna call in, see if we can
track down the owner for consent.

What are you doing?

What? This is barely even a crime.
I used to live here.

Normal pupil response.

Taking any medications,
prescribed or illicit?

You can be truthful, I won't judge.

In fact, if the answer is no,
I may encourage some drug use.

No, none. Ahem.

- Any food allergies?
- Not that I'm aware of.

Good, good, good. This all checks out.

Strap him down, I'll get started.

God. Strap me down?

There's nothing to be worried about.

I guess, uh, I must seem pretty silly...

thinking God
was talking to me and everything.

What were you supposed to think?

That I was just crazy.

I considered that too.

It's gotta be sort of a relief, right?
Knowing there's a rational explanation?

I wouldn't exactly
call any of this rational.

Do you really think
that this is going to help you...

catch the guys
that killed those people on the bus?

You're our best lead.

No pressure, huh?

Lived here when I was a kid,
but after Walter was institutionalized...

my mom couldn't afford the mortgage
so we moved to Allston.

So where's your mother now?

That's a story for another time.

So tell me,
of all the possible career choices...

how did a girl like you
end up in law enforcement?

I pretty much knew this is what
I wanted to do by the time I was 9.

When I was 9 years old,
I think I wanted to be a brontosaurus.

You know,
they say the psych profiles...

of cops and criminals
are pretty much identical.

Ever consider a life of crime?

No dental.

Nothing. Of course.

- Huh...
- What?

My mom had this covered up.

I used to hide in it all the time.

You'll need to be awake
for the procedure...

but I'm going to give you
a mild sedative to reduce any anxiety.

Dr. Bishop...

you look really familiar to me.

Hmm.

I hear that a lot.

In the mental institution where I lived...

He'll need a moment.

Oh! You've returned.

How was the old house?
How was Rufus?

The house is just like we left it.

But we put Rufus to sleep
almost 20 years ago, Walter.

Oh. That's terrible news.

We found your equipment.

This brings back some memories.

Of what?

I think it's time
for some intracranial penetration.

This won't hurt...

just feel a touch odd.

Okay.

Is this Poli Sci 101?

Not remotely.

- Who was it?
- Freshmen.

I need you to keep this dial steady
at 60 hertz, 10 Gauss...

until I tell you otherwise.

I believe there are clusters of metal
in the visual centers of your brain.

I'm going to attempt to move them
to those regions which process sound.

You'll be shown a series of images.

I need you to tell me any sensations
you experience as you see each image.

- Sounds easy enough.
- First image, please.

- It's a horse.
- Wonderful.

Fifty Gauss.

What the hell was that?

That was your body's normal
muscle responses. Perfectly natural.

You may also experience
an involuntary bowel movement.

Great.

Next image, son.

Oh, man.

Oh, this is bad. Oh, this is weird.

Uh, I'm... I'm tasting, uh, dirt.

No, wait, it's, uh, gasoline.

We've reached the gustatory cortex.
We're getting close.

- Next image, please.
- I don't know. Heh.

It's a beach.

- Well, no sensations at all?
- I don't think so.

- Well, damn it, don't you feel anything?
- I'm a little scared.

I don't understand.
This should be working.

Walter, take a deep breath.
It's gonna be okay.

Nuntia adhuc...

- You, increase the level to 200 Gauss.
- Don't do that. Stop, I said.

Quando fiet.

- What did you say?
- I don't know.

I can hear voices.

Una hora.

Locum statuisti.

- I think that's Latin.
- It is. He just said, um...

Damn, what's that word?

"Hour." Something's happening
in an hour.

- How in the world can you know that?
- I majored in linguistics.

- My Latin's admittedly a bit fuzzy.
- Okay, keep going.

Ad stationem

"Station."

No, wait. It's:
Australem ob

- "South."
- And then:

Commerciam convenimus.

An exchange is being made.

Um, an exchange at South Station.

I think someone's
meeting at South Station...

to make an exchange in an hour.

He just said, "Good, where was it?"

Ab initio in eius corpore fuit.

"From the beginning on her person."

It was on her person.

Um, "it was on her from the start,"
maybe, or...

- She had it on her the whole time.
- Oh, yeah, that's a possible translation.

Hey, where you going?

I've been asked
to officially ID her body.

There was a 3-inch incision
in Evelina's right palm.

Whatever she had, Davidson cut it out.

She was hiding it in her hand.

I'm heading to South Station.
He's planning a hand-off at 5.

Davidson's working for the people
who hit the bus. I'll notify CI.

In the meantime, I'm sending
field assist your way.

Plainclothes only.
We don't wanna tip him off.

- Oh, my God.
- What's wrong?

I believe, with proper demodulation,

you could receive
satellite television for free.

Okay, fun time's over.
Astrid, let's get him unhooked.

It's me. I'm at the station.

- Where am I meeting your man?
- Excuse me?

I'm getting something.
It's in English.

- We see you...
- Outside South Station.

- Verifying you haven't been followed.
- Then we'll instruct you further.

- It's Olivia.
- Hey. Roy's talking again.

Are you at South Station?

- Yeah, why?
- So are they.

You get anything else?

They're checking
Davidson wasn't followed.

- I think that's it for now.
- Okay, thanks.

Could I get a drink or something?

Yeah. I'll get you a glass of water.

- Go ahead.
- Clear on our end. Go inside.

- Here you go.
- And head to the Dewey Square exit.

Got that?

How will I recognize
the person I'm meeting?

He'll recognize you.

- Yeah?
- It's happening now.

- He's headed to the Dewey Square exit.
- Got it.

- Francis.
- Got him.

He's at the south end of the terminal.

Turn around
and put your hands in the air now.

- What happened?
- He's been shot.

Call in a medevac.

The case. They've made the exchange.

- He's running.
- Stay with him.

FBI!

Put the case on the ground.

Drop the gun now!

Put your hands where I can see them.

All that trouble for this.

So any idea what it is?

Not yet.

But I'm hoping our friends
at the NSA will be able to tell us.

So 11 innocent people died today.
We risked losing another by drilling...

through his head,
all for something...

we know nothing about.
- Do you ever smile, Dunham?

We ID'd the shooter.

Matthew Ziegler.
When we ran his fingerprints...

he popped up on two other
Pattern-related cases.

We're digging into his financials,
travel records.

Linkage, Dunham. Not only can we now
put a face to these people...

but we know
they're communicating, and how.

I'd say
that's an impressive day's work.

Which brings me to this.

- What is it?
- Of all the models in Roy's apartment...

three are incidents
we haven't been aware of.

- Pattern cases?
- It would seem so.

Take a look, if you want.

Let me know
if you have any thoughts.

- I'll do that.
- I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, I mean, he was pretty clear.

- How are you feeling?
- My head hurts a little...

but, um, Dr. Bishop
gave me something for the pain.

Vicodin. That's it, I promise.

- So no more transmissions?
- No.

My guess is, once you arrived
at South Station with the cavalry...

they realized the Ghost Network
was compromised and stopped.

Well, just in case,
if you hear anything else...

do me a favor, give me a call.
- I will.

It felt really nice to be able to help.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I have a few release forms
I need you to sign...

and then I can take you home.
- Okay.

Dunham, any requests?

- How about some Bach?
- Bach?

Heh, heh, no, that's way too stuffy.
What you need is some jazz.

Well, I'll take what I can get.

I'm sure you can understand why
I don't go through the channels.

If I know you at all, this isn't
the only reason you're here.

Is this because of our interest
in Agent Dunham?

Seems a bit early to be poaching
my newest hire...

with only
a three-case resume under her belt.

I didn't achieve my position...

without the ability to evaluate
someone's talents immediately.

Neither did I.

Oh, you feel protective of her,
don't you?

I'm in the business
of protecting all my agents.

- I want nothing but the best for her.
- Of course you do.

We found another one.

Let's see what we have.

Well, crystalline structure's intact.

No detectable oscillations.

This may just be what we need
to break the encryption.

Speaking of which...

I'm told you've made progress.
- See for yourself.

We finally stabilized the link.

We've been pulling information
from the disc for the last 72 hours.

Let me know when it's finished.