04x13 - Paranoid Android

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(SIREN BLARING) (g*nshots)

MAN: (OVER RADIO) We have shots
fired, 402 River Street.

Get the exits, exits, exits.

Let's go, go, go, go. Let's go.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIREN CHIRPS)

AL: Remind me why
we came in here.

'Cause you're a glory hound.

Even I remember coming
in alone was your idea.

All right, two guards
have already been shot.

Any ideas how to stop this guy

before this turns
into a bloodbath?

No, not really.

(g*nsh*t)

(GRUNTS) Guess we found him.

All right, cover me.
I'm heading upstairs.

Yeah, there you go, stealing
my glory again. (CHUCKLES)

Be careful.

(g*nshots)

(g*nshots)

(g*nshots)

Turn around and
drop your weapon!

Now!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Six in a row.

What?

Way to go.

BOTH: Yeah! Yes!

Six in a row! Way to go!

No. (g*nsh*t)

Oh, my

(SIREN BLARING IN DISTANT)

Great work taking down
that sh**ter, boss.

Two security guards he shot are
gonna pull through. We got lucky.

No, we got Carrie Wells
on our side.

How's she doing, by the way?

Let's all keep an eye
on her today.

Absolutely. Of course.

All right, we need to figure
out what just happened here.

An act of terrorism,
disgruntled former employee,

someone making
a political statement?

What do we know about this guy?

(KEYS CLACKING)

Eli Condon, 45,
worked as columnist

in a small newspaper
out in Westchester,

married, three kids.

According to the co-workers I talked
with, he's the nicest guy in the office.

They're all totally shocked.

They sense anything off
with him recently,

problems at home, at work?

No, there's nothing like that.

The guy has a clean record.

He doesn't even
have a parking ticket.

Why the old power plant?

Been shut down for six months.

Anyone in his family work
there or for that company?

There's nothing linking him
to the power plant.

I can't even find any evidence

that Condon set foot on
Roosevelt Island before today.

All right, well, then what
the hell was he doing there?

History of mental illness,
suffering from PTSD?

Guy shoots a g*n like that,

he must have
military experience, right?

He's got a clean bill of health.

Guy's got no service record.

It's looking like Eli Condon's
a totally normal guy.

No, totally normal guys
don't go on sh**ting rampages.

Something set Condon off.

Keep digging into him.
Yeah, you got it.

Jay, work up a timeline
of Condon's movements

leading up to the sh**ting.

We need to know
if he was a lone wolf

or if others were involved.

Hey, Delina,
I need to see the body.

Hey.

Thought you were ordered to take the
day off to meet with psych services.

Yeah, well, you know how I feel
about psych services. (SIGHS)

Take a look.

(SIGHS)

Something bothering you?

Ever since I saw him today,

I keep getting this feeling
that I've met him before,

but I know I haven't.

MAN: Six in a row!

(SCREAMING)

Carrie, what is it?

Nothing. Can you talk to
me about the autopsy?

Um, did you find anything
unusual, out of the ordinary?

A small puncture
on his shoulder.

Could have been from a needle.

Lab tests will tell me if there
was anything in his system.

Okay.

Thanks.

Listen, I...

I haven't thought about...

this carnival in years.

And then I see Eli
at the power plant,

and suddenly it's popping
into my head over and over,

and I don't know why except that

I feel like there's some
kind of connection

between Eli and the carnival.

I just...
I don't know what it is.

All right, relax.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Put yourself back
at that carnival, all right?

If Eli Condon is there,

we'll find him together.
We've done this before.

Focus and just
tell me what you see.

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

MAN: Here we go. Come on,
Carrie, you got this.

Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.

(CLATTERING)

I'm throwing ba*ls at the
milk bottle toss. MAN: Whoo!

Yes, yes!

Whoo!

I won six times.

Six in a row. Way to go!

(CHUCKLING)

Whoo! Yes, Carrie, yes!

The guys from the task force
are there with me.

Do you see Eli Condon anywhere?

Where are you, Eli?

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

What?

What is it?

I was at the carnival,
but then it was gone,

and then I was someplace else...

Someplace I've never been,

but it felt like I was
re-experiencing it,

like a memory,
which doesn't make any sense.

Something's going on here.

You said something
about a task force?

I don't want to talk about that.

Oh, I think we should. Has
anyone talked to Eli's wife?

No.

Well, let's start there.

Okay.

MRS. CONDON: Your people have
been here all day,

tearing the place apart,

treating Eli like he's some
t*rror1st or something.

What am I supposed
to tell my girls?

Mrs. Condon,
we know this is difficult.

(GASPS) We're just
trying to understand

how your husband
could behave in a way

so unlike the incredible man
you just told me about.

Was he upset lately?

Problems at home?

Eli never had a bad day.

He was always so...

cheerful and optimistic,

the gentlest person I knew.

Is it possible he was
hiding something from you?

We didn't keep secrets.

Eli was happy.

He adores his kids, and...

We were about to celebrate our 10th
anniversary with a trip to Italy.

When?

A few weeks.

We were supposed to go
on a biking tour.

Eli's been training
every morning and night.

Just last night,
I told him to cut it out

after he swiped a car
and nearly got k*lled.

How bad was the accident?

He went over the handlebars. The
helmet got the worst of it.

I forced him to go to the emergency
room, and they ran some tests,

but everything checked out.

(SOBBING)

(MAN LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

Eli left this morning

at the normal time, 8:15,

and texted from the office
saying he was feeling better.

You had no idea he was
going into the city?

None. He didn't
like the city. He felt...

Claustrophobic...

Although...

What?

He went into Manhattan
yesterday for a job interview.

Why would he get a job in the
city if he didn't like it there?

(SCOFFS) You know what
a suburban paper pays?

He was supposed to meet
with a political news website,

Metropolis Report.

Eli said he'd be a fool to turn
his nose at that kind of money.

You know who he met with?

No, but they canceled
at the last minute.

Excuse me, I found this
in your daughter's room.

Do you know where it came from?

Lulu has a lot of toys
and stuffed animals. I...

I have no idea.

Do you think maybe your
husband gave it to her?

Maybe.

He always brought her presents
from his work trips.

Okay, so do you think
maybe he could have

gotten it at a carnival?

A carnival upstate?

Carrie.

I... A carnival
in Warrensburg, perhaps?

I told you, I don't know
where it came from.

Well, maybe I can talk to your daughter.
She might know.

Carrie, enough.

Thank you for your time,
Mrs. Condon.

What was that about? Her husband
shot two security guards,

shot at us, okay? He's the
criminal, not the victim.

I was asking questions,
which is my job.

You should try doing yours.

That woman doesn't
know anything.

(SIGHS) What was that
about a stuffed animal?

I... I don't know.

Somehow Eli is attached,

connected to this carnival and these
images I keep having in my head.

Look, I have complete
faith in your memory,

but I also know
you obsess over things,

and I don't want to see
that happen.

How many times do I have to tell you
that I don't need you to protect me,

I don't want you
to protect me? I'm fine.

Mmm-hmm.

Jay? Yup?

Any progress tracking
Condon's movements today?

He did go to work
like his wife said,

but then he got on the Metro
North at 10:55 out of Scarsdale,

got into Grand Central
at 11:40 a.m.

sh**ting took place about
an hour after he arrived.

Did you find any calls, emails

prompting him
to head into the city?

No, nothing. Looks like he got here,
headed straight for the power plant.

Not much to work with.

Anything on his
job interview yesterday?

You mean alleged
job interview, right?

Alleged?

No one at Metropolis Report knows
anything about Eli Condon.

All right, his wife said
it was canceled last-minute.

Did he get any calls around
the time of the interview?

His only incoming call around
that time was a robot-call.

So the job interview
story was bogus?

What, having an affair?

Why lie to his wife,

and where would he have
this romantic rendezvous?

Already ahead of you, boss.
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Looks like he got a bottle
of water and some breath mints

at a bodega down on East 49th Street as
soon as he got into the city yesterday.

I did a facial recognition search on
all the cameras in the immediate area,

and we got a positive match
for Eli Condon.

11:32 yesterday morning, he
enters the Ardmore building.

You get him coming out too?

Exits the building at 1:45 p.m.

The building doesn't exactly
scream, "affair," does it?

So what was he doing
in there for two hours?

I don't know, but get this.

Visitors log
show no record of Eli.

There's only three names
in that time period,

and they're all women.

We need to know
who he was visiting.

Boss, that building's got
hundreds of tenants.

Get his picture to every
office in that building.

Someone in there has
a connection to our sh**ter.

(SNAPS FINGERS) You got it.

(MUTTERING) Come on, come on.

Valerie, right?

Yeah, we met at the ski lodge

in Vermont a few years back.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, come on.

You still work for Vogue?

October 24, 2001,
you read an article in Maxim

that told you role-playing
spices things up in the bedroom.

Well, things must have gotten
pretty spicy that night

for me to remember
it so perfectly.

Except that my name was Victoria

and I worked for The Atlantic.

You had a giggling fit every time I
referred to your chosen name of Chet.

And then things got so weird,

you started sweating profusely and
had a panic attack. Game over.

How's that for spicy?

Ah, poor Chet doesn't
know what he missed.

So, Eli Condon.

Jay tracked him to the
Ardmore building yesterday.

We're working on
who he met with.

So far we don't have a contact
for Eli in the building,

but the only call
Eli got yesterday

was from a burner cell.

It lasted eight seconds.

So we got nothing.

We keep hitting
roadblocks with this.

I mean, we're not getting anywhere.
Maybe I should just...

Man up and talk to the people
on the task force,

see if they remember
anything about Eli.

Maybe they knew him.
I don't know.

Now, listen,

I'm in the dark here.

Talk to me.

It was 2006.

I'd left Syracuse. I'd left you.

I wanted to leave it all behind.

I was done being a cop,

but this was different...

CIA.

They recruited me because
of my special abilities.

We were assigned with...

with tracking down a rogue
NSA agent and taking him out.

He was leaking classified
information to the wrong people.

No one could find him,
but we did.

We found him,
and we k*lled him...

And then it was over.

We disappeared
back into our own lives,

weren't allowed to contact each
other, but that was fine with me.

I wanted nothing to do
with any of them.

Too many... Memories.

Right.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Okay.

Let's you and me
give this one more shot

before you reach out.

Okay.

I did a little research on the
Warrensburg Carnival from 2006.

Figured if I tell you
a few details,

maybe it'll trigger something.

Okay.

So, while at this carnival,

did you enjoy John
Ormsbee's award-winning.

"Grateful Red" chili?

(LAUGHS)

No, although I do love
a terrible pun with my chili.

I'll bet you do.

All right,
do you remember Estragon,

grand champion breeding heifer?

No, I don't... I don't recall
a cow named Estragon.

Okay, well, those are
the only two storylines

coming out of the carnival that
the local paper saw fit to print.

There's no mention of your
soft-ball-throwing exploits.

Well, there should have been.
I was on fire.

(SCREAMS)

BOTH: Yeah!

No. (g*nsh*t ECHOES)

October 20, 2006 is going
to send me over the edge.

I have to figure this out.

October 20, 2006?

Yes.

You know, the, uh...

Warrensburg Carnival
was on May 8th that year.

No, that's impossible.

Well, it's hard to believe,

but your memory's wrong.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Okay, Peter Roach,
where are you?

(WHISPERING) Where are you?

"Special Agent Peter Roach,"

"k*lled in a training accident
on January 21, 2013."

All right, Sam McQuaid.

"A*F, k*lled in the line of
duty on February 18, 2013."

Peter and Sam died
within a month of each other.

Emmet Grinwis.

Don't tell me you're dead too.

"Terminated from the FBI
two years ago."

"Three stays
in mental institutions."

"Last known address, Newburgh."

What is going on?

Brian Fenton.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing here so late?

Jay, you're just the guy I need.

"Brian Fenton, A*F. File sealed,
Top secret clearance only."

Oh, so that's what you're
doing so late at night.

You're breaking Federal Law.

I haven't broken any laws,
at least... not yet.

No.

No way. No, not this
time, not happening.

That file says,
"Stay away, Jay." No.

Something's going on here,
and I need your help.

You're the only one
I trust to do this.

Please.

You know what?
Just do me a favor, okay?

Promise me you're gonna
say nice things at my trial

after the Feds come drag me
out of here, all right? Oh...

Oh, thank you. Oh, okay, right.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, look at you,

in early doing paperwork
like a big guy.

Yeah, I like it.
It classes you up a bit.

It's just temporary
till Sandra gets back.

We should know in a day or two.

Yeah, that's great, but I'm just
saying, being the boss suits you.

I take it you're here for some other
reason than to annoy me, right?

We tracked the r*fle Eli used.

It's a military prototype.

Prototype?

It's supposed to be

the sn*per r*fle of the future.

DoD scrapped the program
about five years ago.

How did Eli get his hands on it?

Weapon he used traces back to a pallet
of g*ns stolen from Langley, 2009.

Langley, as in home of the CIA?

Get this, g*ns from
the same pallet

used in the shootings of Congressman
Hill about a year ago in New Mexico

and the k*lling of journalist Jeff Brooks
in Virginia a few months before that.

The same prototype
was used in three shootings?

Get me everything
you can on these other cases.

All right.

(KEYS CLACKING)

Hey.

Hey. Thanks for coming by.

I tried Carrie,
but I couldn't get her.

Yeah, she's seeing an old colleague.
What do you got?

So the tox results
came in for Eli Condon.

Curious thing, he wasn't drunk or
high in the usual sense of the word,

but there were traces of
dextrolysergamide in his system.

Which is a good thing
or a bad thing?

Dextrolysergamide
is part of a group

of powerful antipsychotic
drugs called psychotropics.

But we didn't find
any history of mental illness,

and Eli wasn't taking
any prescribed medications.

Right, but see, the thing
about psychotropics is

they've been linked
to mind manipulation

and mental control,
so it's possible that...

Mind control?

I know it sounds crazy.

I'm just telling
you what I found.

All right, can you tell me

when this drug was put
into Eli's system?

Well, it's hard to
give an exact time,

but I'd say within
the last 36 hours.

So right around the time Eli
went into the Ardmore building.

Thank you. You got it.

(SEAGULLS SCREECHING)

Excuse me. All right.

Emmet?

(g*n c*ck)

Emmet?

I'm Carrie Wells.

You're that memory cop.

Yeah, that's right.

You want to put the g*n down?

I know why you're here...

to k*ll me.

Just like you k*lled Roach.

I didn't k*ll anybody.

Emmet...

I'm gonna put my g*n away.

I just want to talk to you.

You remember that carnival we
went to, all of us together?

There's something
not right about that night.

I think about that
carnival all the time.

You do?

(HESITATINGLY) It's kind of odd.

My past, the present

doesn't stick with me anymore,

but that carnival
is clear as day.

What... what do you remember
about the carnival, Emmet?

I remember me and you and Pete,

Sam...

celebrating. Right.

Walking around,

had a few beers.

And then I impressed
you all with my arm.

What do you mean?

The milk bottles.

I knocked them over.

No, I... I knocked them over.

Hell, no, (SCOFFS)
you didn't knock them over.

You guys were cheering me on.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

"Six in a row! Way to go!"

(MAKES CHEERING SOUND)

Sorry. You remembered wrong.

No. I don't

I don't ever
remember things wrong.

Are you saying you
threw all those strikes?

Yeah.

I knocked the milk bottles down.
Where are you going?

To prove your memory wrong.

If you played the game,
how did I wind up with this?

Hey, hey, boss, listen.

I looked into those shootings
like you asked for.

Anything linking to Eli Condon?

Nothing definitive, right, but
the MO's the same Two shooters.

Armando Lockett, Skip Camirand.

Neither man had
any criminal record,

weapons training, mental illness,
political activism, nothing.

Nothing pointing to a history of

or capacity for
violence, whatsoever.

Both men...

k*lled themselves
after the sh**ting.

Sounds familiar.

ME reports showed some kind
of weird drug in their system.

A dextro... Dextrolysergamide.

It's a mind control drug.

How do you know what?

It was in Eli's system too.

All right, come on,
boss, seriously?

What, are we getting into some kind
of conspiracy theory stuff here?

k*lling of a
political journalist,

sh**ting a... a congressman?

All right. sh**ting up a closed
power plant doesn't really track...

unless our sh**ter
was just in the wrong spot?

You know what? Put together
a list of potential targets

in the area of
yesterday's sh**ting.

All right.

Hey, listen,
I went to see Emmet, okay,

one of the guys
on the task force.

Now, he had a memory
of the carnival too.

Except that his...
I told you I'd go with you.

I know, I know, but listen.

He remembers everything
like I do of that carnival,

except that in his memory

he's the one who was
throwing the softball, not me.

Now, this guy is loopy.

He barely remembered who I was, but the
carnival is crystal clear in his mind.

It's bizarre. I don't know.
Something is going on here.

We found two other shootings in the
last year with a similar MO to Eli's.

All three men had traces of a
psychotropic in their systems.

It's possible someone
manipulated these shooters.

What are you saying?

Mind control drugs?

JAY LEE: Hey, Carrie.

That file you wanted to read about, that
guy you used to work with, Brian Fenton?

You got in?

(SOFTLY) Yep.

Okay, so this guy
Brian Fenton's claiming

that he was in the A*F? Bogus.

For the past 35 years,

this guy's been in the scientific
intelligence division of...

Of the CIA.
JAY LEE: Yup, you got it.

In the early '80s he oversaw a
Black Ops project called MJ Volt.

And it looks like
it was a program

aimed at making
American soldiers immune

to Soviet
interrogation techniques

using mind control
and memory manipulation,

also known as brainwashing.

Only researchers
started to believe

that they could
use the same techniques

to gain control
over unsuspecting subjects.

So agents so covert they don't
even know their own involvement?

Okay, "Started to believe"

is very different than
actually accomplishing, okay?

Which this program
never did, did they?

No, actually.

Project Volt didn't achieve anything
other than losing a ton of dough.

Got shut down in 1986.

Exactly.

Jay, did you find anyone else

associated with
this Project Volt?

Would you stop trying to
connect dots that don't exist?

JAY LEE: Actually, Carrie,

I did find a list
of professors and scientists

linked to the project, so, yeah.

Look, I just think we should
consider the possibility

that someone
rebooted this program

and made it operational,

and somehow
you might be involved.

Oh, my God.

(SCOFFS) There is no way
someone got into my head,

brainwashed me
without me knowing it.

Will you please
just look at the photos

and see if you recognize anyone?

Yes.

If this project is active,

someone else might die.

You might be the one
who could stop it.

I just said yes.
Show me the photos.

Okay. (CARRIE SIGHS) No.

(BEEPING) Nope.

No.

No.

Stop there.

Six in a row! Way to go!

Dr. Edward Wythe, Yale?

No, no.

That guy's not a doctor.
He's a carny.

I mean, he's the guy who was

working the milk bottle
toss at the carnival. It's...

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

If that's true,

Wythe might be who Eli went to
see at the Ardmore building.

Well, I guess there's only one
way to find out, isn't there?

AL: Building security
says a man resembling Wythe

but using a different name

is renting an office
here in the basement.

He's not here.

Dextrolysergamide.

If this is from today,

then Wythe
has activated another k*ller.

Hey, boss, I got
a BOLO out on Wythe.

Got his picture circulating in every
airport, train station, and bridge.

Great, but right now we need to focus
on tracking down this possible sh**ter.

Oh, with no ID, no description,
no potential target?

I mean, we're good, boss,
but we can't find a ghost.

What about potential targets
in town yesterday?

They sent Eli
out to get someone.

Me and Denny looked into it,

but there wasn't anyone within
five miles of that power plant.

DENNY:
Hey, I think I found a link

between the shootings
of Congressman Hill

and that journalist in Virginia.
Jeff Brooks, right?

k*lled in Virginia while investigating
a story about a potential scandal

involving our government selling
weapons to Syrian rebels.

I never heard of that. Yeah.
Because it never came out.

The story got discredited
after Brooks died,

and it never gained traction.

Then a few months later,
a House Oversight Committee

opens an investigation.

And Congressman Hill
was on that committee.

He chaired that committee.

So Wythe and his g*ons
could be taking out anyone

looking into this arms scandal.

What happened to the inquiry?

Well, it went away after Congressman
Hill had to retire due to his injuries.

However, two weeks ago,

there's a resolution
proposed in the Senate

to establish a committee to
investigate these same allegations.

Who proposed this resolution?

Senator Glass from Indiana.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Senator Alison Glass?

Right.

Her name came up in a search

of potential political targets
in town yesterday.

That's right. She was giving
a speech up in Harlem.

She still here?

Holy crap, boss,

she's set to appear at the new green
energy building on Roosevelt Island.

Guys, that's across the street
from yesterday's sh**ting.

Eli would have had the perfect
vantage point from that power plant.

Senator Glass is our target.

So Eli got the location right,
but the date wrong?

Eli's wife said he
had a bike accident,

hit his head the day
before the sh**ting.

Maybe it scrambled the program
being uploaded into his brain.

Come on, Al.

That's a little far-fetched, no?

No more so than the rest of this.
(SIGHS)

We need to cancel
the senator's appearance

before somebody else gets a phone
call that turns them into a k*ller.

You gonna take on
a senator, boss?

You got that kind of pull?

I got friends in low places.

Let's do it.

I was, uh, surprised
to get your call.

It's good to see you.

How's retirement treating you?

It's good. I got a lot of extra time,
and I'm catching up on reading.

I'm thinking of learning French.

Parlez-vous?

I'm growing a garden.
Growing kale.

Kale? Sounds great.
(SOFTLY) Yeah.

It's horrible. I'm losing my mind.
(CHUCKLES)

I'm a cop.

Cops don't grow kale.

We're working on
getting you re-instated.

Should get word in a day or two.

In the meantime,
if you're interested,

I can use a little help...
I'll do it.

(CHUCKLES)

HALEY: So you're asking me to
cancel the senator's event,

which the media's
gonna be all over,

for some crackpot
conspiracy theory?

Yeah, I mean,
I know it sounds out there,

but we have reason to believe

that the senator's life
could be in danger.

There was a sh**ting at the factory
next door to your event yesterday.

Come on, Haley.
You're her Chief of Staff.

You need to be
looking out for her.

It's pretty thin, Sandra,

and I hate to remind you,
but you're not a cop anymore.

Oh, all right.

Well, I hate to remind you

that I know about the senator's
trip to Park City last year

when she was supposed to be at...
(CHUCKLES) Blackmail?

Really? Mmm-hmm.

Her life could be in danger.

Can you give me
a name of the suspect,

a description, anything?

Right now, the k*ller
could be anyone.

That's our MO, but we...

Find me a suspect,
I'll reconsider.

All right.

Sandra struck out with
the senator's people.

They didn't think
it was a credible threat.

What do you got there?

Nothing. I'm going over security footage
from the Ardmore building today.

If your theory is right

and Wythe activated a k*ller
to go after the senator, well,

I thought if I go through the
footage, I might see something

that'll be useful when we're
at the event later today.

Yeah, you really think it's a good
idea for you to go to the event?

I mean, with
everything going on,

your connection to Eli...

Al...

Back off.

I'm quite capable of doing my job.
You know me.

Okay.

(WHISPERS) sh*t.

(EXHALES)

Come on. No, don't.

(KEYS CLACKING)

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Look...

I know you're under
a lot of stress.

Al, I have to tell you something.
I have...

(PHONE RINGS)

(BEEPS) Hello?

MAN: Six in a row. Way to go.

Got it. Thanks.

(BEEPS) What was that?

Personal.

You know, you're right.

I don't think I should be
at the senator's event today.

Okay.

You were gonna
tell me something?

No.

I need a minute.

I got unis posted in every
building near the event,

doubled up Senator Glass's
security presence.

I'm heading down there.

Let me know if you find
anything on Fenton or Wythe.

You got it, boss.

Where'd Carrie go?

JAY LEE: She was just
there a few minutes ago.

Holy sh*t.

Zone six is clear. Hey.

Hey, restricted area.

Oh, not for me, Officer Sanford.

Okay, Detective. Yeah, thanks.

(GRUNTS)

Anything to report?
OFFICER: No, it's quiet.

Get an ID on the sh**ter yet?

(CAR DOOR SHUTS) Nothing.

CARRIE: (ON RADIO)
Zone six is clear.

Where's zone six?

In the power plant.

AL: (OVER RADIO)
Carrie, you there? Come in.

Carrie?

Hey, I already checked in there.

It's clear. Check the north
side of the building.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Carrie, drop the g*n.

It's me, Al.

Don't do this.

Six in a row. Way to go.

No! No! Listen to me.

Listen. Listen, Carrie! No!

You were never at a carnival.

That memory is not real.

They planted it in your mind.
(GRUNTS)

I need you to
remember what's real.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)
You can do it.

I know you can.

You're stronger than
whatever they did to you.

(GASPS) Come back.
Come back to me.

Six in a row. Way to go!

Six... six... six in a row.
Way to go!

Come back.

(GASPS)

(MACHINERY BEEPING)

WYTHE: By rewiring their brains

through a combination
of hypnosis, drugs,

and shock therapy,

I've been able to force these
people to remember things

that they've never
even experienced

and even more importantly,
do whatever I like.

(ELECTRIC BUZZ) Aah!

Six in a row. Way to go!

(LAUGHING)

Do they know what's happening right now?
Are we safe?

Well, I've conditioned
them to believe

that they're spending
their evening at a carnival.

They will have no recollection whatsoever
of anything that goes on here tonight.

You're certain?

We'll go down if one of
them remembers this.

I'm certain, and if they
do, we can make more.

In a few hours, I will release
them back to their lives

blissfully unaware that they have
been weaponized here tonight.

When we have a mission,

I will call one of them back,

upload the target, and activate
them with a simple phone call.

Why these people?

Well, you tell me, Fenton.

What do security guards,
and lawyers,

stadium workers,
police officers,

federal agents, journalists,

what do they all have in common?

Trust and familiarity.

Nobody will suspect them.

Exactly.

Take this beauty,

Carrie Wells, former detective.

She has a perfect memory.

Now...

Imagine the possibilities
of a memory capacity so large.

Drugging people is one thing.

Controlling them
is quite another.

Perhaps you need
a further demonstration.

Six in a row. Way to go!

(CLAPS) Carrie,

There's a weapon
on the table behind you.

Would you k*ll this man,
Brian Fenton?

Call her off, Wythe.

Call her off!

(WYTHE CHUCKLES)

Thank you, Carrie.

Have a seat. (CHUCKLES)

The perfect k*ller,

stripped of
conscience and morality.

We will build an army so secret

that not even the soldiers
will know they've enlisted.

(GASPING)

Oh...

(WHISPERS) Oh, my God.

The senator, did I...
No, no, no.

You figured it out first.

(SOFTLY) Thank God.
How did you find me?

I followed you.

How did you... I know my girl.

The second you
got that phone call,

I knew something was wrong.

You didn't look
like you anymore.

You're back.

MAN: (OVER RADIO) Lieutenant
Burns, do you copy?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

This is Lieutenant Burns.

The power plant is clear.

You can stand down.

All right,
let's get out of here.

You know, we're still gonna have
to track down Wythe and Fenton.

You gonna be up for it?

CARRIE: Is the Pope Catholic?

Had I known you were
susceptible to mind control,

I would have tried it years ago.

Oh, yeah? Would you use
it for good or for evil?

Ah... define evil.

(GIGGLES)

Hey, Al? Hmm?

I'm sorry.

When I said I didn't
need you to protect me, I...

I was just, I...

I do need you. I do.

I need you all the time.

The day you walked
back into my life.

Technically, you walked
back into mine,

my little apartment in Queens.

5:00 am, you were pounding on
the door, boom, boom, boom.

It was a gentle knock.

And I said, "Hey, you don't have
to break it down. I hear you."

Nice to see you too.

I love you.

What?

Yeah, I know.

It scares you.

I don't care.

It's the truth.

I love you.

Always have, always will.

Wow, that's, um...

You know, I never thought I would be
brave enough to go down this path again

or admit this, but I...

(r*fle SHOT)

Al?

Al! Al?

Al, look at me! Al, I need you!
Stay awake.

Okay, just... no!
Keep your eyes open!

Al, no, come on. Come on!

Al! Get me an ambulance!

Al? Stay awake. Stay awake.

No, no, no, no, no.

Al, no, come on.

Oh, my God.

(SIRENS APPROACHING) (SOBS)