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My name is Brian Finch.

I was your average 28-year-old screwup

until I took a pill called NZT.

Suddenly, I had access to every brain cell.

Every time he takes it, for the next 12 hours,

he basically becomes the smartest person in the world.

And that's why the FBI hired me.

My name's Brian Finch,

this is Rebecca Harris and we're with the FBI.

God, that sounds cool.

There's just one problem.

NZT will kill you,

unless you have this shot.

Now you can have as much NZT as you want with no side effects.

And why would you help me?

Let's just say I need somebody

in your position.

You describe to the FBI, or anyone,

about these shots...

I will let you die more painfully

and slowly than you can fathom.

So, Brian, you ready to become somebody who matters?

- Dennis? - Dad?

- Dennis. - Dad...

Brian, you saved my life.

As long as he keeps taking his pills...

does everything we tell him to do,

just the way we tell him to do it,

I think he'll make a full recovery.

Every so often, you take one of these shots...

and you can have as much NZT

as you want, with no side effects.

Somehow,

you get me a new liver.

There is something that you're not telling me.

You describe it to your parents, to anyone,

I will let you die more painfully and slowly

than you can fathom.

What are you doing around my dad?

Excuse me? Brian, right?

Don't pretend like we've never met.

We both know you work for him.

So why did he send you here?

Are you threatening my father?

I'm a nurse.

I'm a very good nurse, actually.

Why do you think Mr. Morra uses me?

I'm here to help your father and you.

That shot we gave you, it's not gonna last forever.

You're gonna need another one in about a month,

and if I'm here, we can take care of that more easily.

Why does Eddie Morra need a plant in the FBI?

What does he want me to do?

I have no idea.

I'm a nurse.

Relax, Brian.

This is a good thing.

And if Mr. Morra wants something from you,

he'll be in touch.

Of course I didn't trust her.

But I knew I couldn't find my way out of this mess

without the same pill that got me into it.

Now that they're letting me out into the field during the day,

the FBI wants me to use my commute

to study stuff they think I should know.

So Mike and Ike, my bodyguards,

started coming by every morning

to give me my pills...

Ah...

which always makes for

a very interesting subway ride.

: Game theory holds that self-interest is reliably

the driving factor in human behavior...

That's Bach. That's Allemande.

It's a great piece of music.

Can I try?

Sure.

I think your "C" string is a little sharp.

Brian.

Shauna.

Wow, what has it been?

It's... almost three years.

Shauna.

The one that got away.

How have you been?

I've been good. I've been really good.

So, we talked and talked.

And if you ever do bump into the one that got away,

I highly recommend doing it while you're on NZT.

Oh!

By the time

she got off at her stop, I had her new number

and a promise that we'd catch up soon.

Good morning.

Oh, I am having an amazing day today.

- What's going on? - I'm not sure.

Naz just called an all-hands-on-deck.

Morning.

Most of you remember Special Agent Ray Dixon.

He was in charge of Forensic Accounting for the Bureau

until he retired last year.

His, uh, seminar on the paper trail was the toughest course

at Quantico.

I think he gave out one "A" in 15 years.

Early this morning, he was

walking through Bronx Park

when he was shot in the head by a high-powered rifle.

The NYPD think the shot came from the top of

an apartment building on the south side of the park.

I've told the NYPD

that CJC will augment their investigation.

Dixon was one of our own.

He served the Bureau for 30 years,

and he left it better than he found it.

Anything useful from the scene?

Very little. He was holding this Post-it

in his hand when he got shot.

After he retired,

Dixon took a job with an executive search firm.

The CEO of IDK Technologies is stepping down.

Dixon was researching half a dozen possible candidates

to replace him.

Last night, a virus was sent to Dixon's office computer

that wiped out everything.

So, that combined with the way he was killed...

They think Dixon found something compromising

about one of the potential candidates.

That person paid to have him taken out.

Boyle and Harris

are running point on this,

but I want you all to help them in any way

they need.

- I'm sorry. - Thank you.

I haven't seen him in years, but he was a good guy.

Can I ask a question?

So, Dixon's computer was wiped out,

but didn't he keep paper files?

There you go... Ray Dixon's files.

The man was a dedicated shredder.

Boyle and I are going to check the financials

of candidates for the CEO job,

while Cyber tries to trace the virus on Dixon's computer.

If you can make anything of this,

it'd be really helpful.

If I line up groups of letters

that are likely to be paired, I can make headway.

And after that, it's just grunt work.

Thankfully, I have access to a couple of grunts.

I'm not gonna lie, this is kind of awesome.

A little messy.

I almost lost my phone.

Okay. I have to know.

What happened?

What happened to you?

It's all good. You just seem so different.

Smiley-face emoji.

Just feel good lately.

Can't be down all the time, right?

Thumbs up emoji, thumbs up emoji.

But seriously, what happened to you?

Angry kitten face.

Wouldn't you like to know?

Smug devil face emoji.

If you're so curious,

let's meet for dinner and talk about it.

Hmm. No answer.

Too much, too soon?

Boyle and I are headed out to talk to Dixon's supervisor.

Seems like you're busy here.

Have you come up with any suspects?

Mm-hmm.

Jeffrey Vachs?

Ray Dixon had files on everyone

who was up for the CEO job at IDK Technologies.

But the biggest file was about Vachs.

Now, there's an e-mail exchange...

- Blue one. - Got it!

Between someone with the address

"UTJV"... that's Jeffrey Vachs.

I'm not sure who BlackOnyx is yet.

Vachs was having an affair?

And ten months ago, he opened a new...

: checking account?

Yellow.

Thank you.

Now, he made cash withdrawals

for $9,999 out of this account

eight separate times.

$9,999?

- Mmm-hmm. - He wanted to make sure the IRS

wasn't paying attention to what he was doing.

You think Dixon uncovered that Vachs was being blackmailed?

And when Vachs learned that he was about to be exposed,

he hired someone to take care of Dixon.

Let's hear what Vachs has to say.

All right, good work.

Ike! I thought we bonded.

Dinner sounds great!

Our old place at 9:00?

Yes!