Incorporated

- Previously on "Incorporated"...

Hello, Aaron.

You're a skint from the fugee camp

who assumed a Green Zone identity.

- I can't let you hurt my family.

- Where you gonna send him? - South.

- Goran... - Who is this?

- A doctor. - You know this is my block,

right? - No, what're you doing?

I give you this space.

I help you set it up. - You want me to open a clinic?

- Want Gavros to come back? The Green Zone scout?

- I can't win. - Of course you can.

- What's this? - That's insurance.

Stop it!

Shh, sweet boy, let me help.

- It's a little gift for a good night's work.

- Your plan is to take birth control

behind your wife's back?

Forget about Elena. Have some kids.

Sell some cookies.

- I'm beginning to think it was an inside job.

With your permission,

I'd like to use Everclear on the entire department.

- Everything I'm doing is for Elena.

- Only one person benefits from all of this.

Elizabeth's son-in-law.

- They're gonna use Everclear on me.

The only way to get past it is to erase Aaron.

What do you mean,

"We're going to erase Aaron?"

- When they put me through Everclear,

they'll find out about everyone.

Roger, Elena, you.

I need to map out my brain and lock all those memories away.

- Away? Away where?

- Here. This is an imprint

of my current neural map. Once I pass Everclear,

I need you to connect this to the base of my skull

to bring me back.

You'll only have a few days to do it

or Aaron will be gone for good.

- If that thing doesn't lobotomize you completely first.

- I'm just temporarily disconnecting some circuits.

- Aaron isn't a circuit. It's who you are.

- But he's not who I need to be right now.

This is gonna sting.

Strap me in.

So now what?

Just, uh, flip a switch

and say, "Bye, bye, Aaron."

- Either that or this thing turns me into a vegetable.

Relax.

It knows exactly which memories to sever.

Then my brain will fill the gaps

with the cover story I'm using.

The lie becomes the truth.

At least that's the idea.

Bite guard.

- So what if after all this, you still fail Everclear?

Then you run.

You have arrived.

You have arrived.

You have arrived.

Thank you.

Off.

Morning health scan.

Heart rate, 55 beats per minute.

Blood pressure, 120 over 80.

LDL cholesterol, 170 milligrams.

Sperm count, optimal.

- Yesterday we thought Roger Caplan was a traitor.

Now we're saying one of us might have killed him?

Retrieve the GPS data.

Mr. Gates.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

- I want you to report to me directly on this.

There's a chain of command.

You mean Elizabeth?

She's the weak link in that chain.

Do you really wanna be holding on to it when it breaks.

If the outcome of this inquiry were to reflect poorly on her,

a better position could come your way.

You'd oversee security across all of North America.

More power, more authority.

You'd never have to set foot in the Quiet Room again.

- I have to get back to work, sir.

Jesus.

You got a gut feeling about who did this?

I have someone in mind.

- Hey, didn't hear you come home last night.

I didn't.

I fell asleep in my car.

You what?

You're working too hard.

I know you want that promotion,

but don't kill yourself for a swimming pool.

You're right.

- I'm sorry, did Ben Larson just concede

that his job isn't the be-all end-all of everything?

- Maybe it's time I put us first instead.

Why don't you come home early tonight?

I'll be here.

Unless you want me to sleep in the car again.

Um...

Ben, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about.

What?

What is it?

Um...

Shit.

Migraine?

Hydrate, aspirin, and caffeine.

Lots of caffeine. - Yeah.

What did you want to tell me?

You know, it...

It's just work.

I should go. Big day today.

Thanks for the coffee.

Every time.

Bring up retail.

- How may I assist you this morning, Mr. Larson?

- I wanna buy something for my wife.

What's the occasion?

Just because.

May I suggest jewelry?

I thought you might.

How about a ring?

A silver band.

Lined with amethyst.

- Is amethyst your wife's favorite stone?

- I just think it would look nice.

Hey, that one.

It's perfect.

- Pretty. Can I have it?

- No. Don't touch that.

I got an idea.

Don't move.

I'm gonna smack that ball into Lake Michigan.

Ah.

Morning, gorgeous. - What're you doing?

Hi.

You're gonna kill her.

Get off me. Get off me.

Hey, give me the bat.

You're still high.

- Come here. I said "give me the bat."

- I think it's time for you to sober the hell up.

- Hell, no. We're just getting started.

Now give me the bat. - You're hurting me, all right?

- It's not hurting. This is fun.

Let go!

Shit!

I'm sorry!

Are you crazy?

Give me the goddamn bat!

Give me the bat. Come on.

Ah, Jesus, Theo.

Thanks.

Fuck you.

Rachel.

- Why am I here? - I wanted to offer you a job.

I told you.

I don't wanna work for you anymore.

Would you work with me?

- I-I don't know the first thing about nursing.

- Well, maybe not, but you know more about these patients

than I ever will, and there's so much to set up.

We don't even have power yet.

We need help.

- What's wrong with him? - He can't breathe.

- Come here. In here.

This way.

Right here. Lay him down.

Rachel, can you put the oxygen mask on?

Thank you.

What the hell is in his chest? - His... his heart's off rhythm.

Why does he have this?

- He had a congenital heart defect.

An... an aortic valve stenosis.

We... we took his real heart out when he was ten.

- When's the last time you updated the settings?

- We haven't. We... we can't.

Help him.

- Rachel, plug this into that generator.

Can you lift his shirt up, please?

You're gonna need to hold him down.

Do we have power?

We have power.

- That'll keep his blood pumping,

but the generator's not gonna run forever.

If we wanna save your son,

we need to reset that heart.

Mr. Larson,

follow me, please.

Is there a problem?

- Why aren't you taking me to school today?

Her lunch is in the fridge.

Something big is happening at work

and I have to prepare for it.

What about my dance class?