Intelligence

Previosuly on Intelligence...

What would your Government do to you

if they learned you made a second chip?

Who's there?

Wait! Stop!

You're Mei Chen.

You're the one with the chip.

It's not a perfect world.

Lillian: We can make it better, dad.

A great man taught me that.

You need me.

You can feel it.

You are Adam... and I'm Eve.

You're not Eve, sweetheart.

You're the serpent.

Thanks for coming to see me. I appreciate it.

I don't have much time here, Hatch.

You're the deputy director of the FBI now, Joseph.

You want to -- you want to make time for this.

Oh, no. It's all right. I ordered up a little food.

It was a long flight in.

Drinking again, Hatch?

I didn't order the champagne.

The champagne is courtesy of the hotel manager.

Please, sit.

Please.

Look.

I'm only here 'cause we have history.

I know that.

But like I said on the phone, I have proof this time.

Come on, Hatch,

I've seen your proof before. That old woman from Lebanon?

She was a secretary in their foreign office.

She saw the cables to Washington with her own eyes.

And when we talked to her,

she couldn't remember her own name.

They're here, Joseph.

They've been here,

lying in wait like snakes in the grass.

What the hell is that?

I told you -- proof.

Proof that the flood is real.

Plug it in and take a look.

If this is another one of your crazy ideas --

I've been working on this for 20 years.

Just look at it.

What is this?

It's them.

The six tigers

and a list of their code names

and enough documentation to prove it.

Without their faces, their real names,

come on, what am I supposed to do?

Open an official investigation.

I think a tiny sip of this champagne might be warranted.

Who else knows about this?

I do and now you do.

Welcome to the war.

Gabriel!

Really?

Gabriel?

Gabriel.

Riley, what -- what are you doing here?

Picking you up for work.

Don't you knock?

How could you not hear me?

What's going on? Are you sick?

I think I'm hung over.

How could you be hung over? You had two beers.

What else did you have after I dropped you off last night?

Nothing.

Do you have a headache?

Wicked.

You feel like throwing up?

Considering it.

I'm calling Dr. Cassidy.

Oh, great, why don't you call my mom while you're at it?

I'll be fine.

I just need tomato juice,

some soy sauce, and some peanut butter.

A Vaughn family recipe.

Okay, I'm gonna throw up now.

What? The native Americans licked their own spit

to cure a hangover.

Sicilians eat dried bull penis.

Stop talking.

Just get dressed. I'll wait outside.

The Germans --

I can't hear you.

The three men dead are Joseph Bernard,

deputy director of the FBI for domestic ops,

along with his security man,

and Colonel Alexander Hatcher, former head of intelligence

for the U.S. central command in the Middle East.

Hatcher? He's been retired for --

Five years.

How do they know each other?

Bernard was in army intel before he went to the FBI.

Hatcher was his commanding officer.

So, the meet was social?

FBI regs are

that Bernard should put all meetings on the books,

even social.

This one wasn't.

Nelson: Okay, if you look at the bottom right

of the surveillance video, you see a shoulder.

Jameson: Yeah, that has to be our shooter.

The camera on the adjoining corridor

that would've seen this guy was switched off.

A few seconds later, this one goes dead, too.

Someone cleared his path. Exactly.

The waiter has no record of strange political affiliations.

D.C. Metro interviewed him,

and he claims he left the room at 9:15

and didn't notice anyone in the hallway.

Oh, whoever did this has mad skills.

The hotel's key-card system was wiped clean.

And our crime-scene team found no prints,

no shell casings or fibers,

and no DNA other than the victims'.

Gabriel: I'm in their system now.

Wait a second.

You see somebody?

Yeah.

Think I got him.

Gabriel, do you recognize him?

Who is it?

It's me.

Lillian: One of our nation's most decorated soldiers.

He's a hero, and now our country's most secret weapon.

Gabriel possesses a rare genetic mutation

that allowed us to implant a microchip in his brain.

We connected his mind directly to the information grid.

It's something the chip does that nobody expected.

I can create a virtual snapshot of an event in my mind

and then walk through it.

It's like a virtual evidence wall.

At U.S. Cyber Command,

we created a highly specialized unit around him...

Amos: Satellite in five.

...and assigned an agent to protect him.

Run!

He's the first of his kind --

the next evolution of intelligence.

Status report.

The chip's functioning within normal parameters.

No anomalies that we can find.

That you can find? The hell does that mean?

Nothing. It doesn't mean anything.

You don't think I did this.

No. Of course not.

I didn't kill anyone.

No one here thinks that you did.

But the director of national intelligence is on his way over,

and he will need us to prove that.

So right now, I need everything we know out on the table,

starting with where you were last night.

He was with me.

All night?

Shut up.

No. Not like that.

Grabbed dinner and a beer after work,

then I went home and Riley went home.

Uh-huh. Separate homes, like we always do.

Then you were alone. No witness to corroborate?

Corroborate what? Your alibi.

Why would he need an alibi?

He obviously didn't do this.

Lillian. What is it?

You're not answering your phone.

I had a headache this morning.

A headache?

You're supposed to report that.

What kind of a headache?

The kind you get from drinking too much.

Is that true?

I don't know. Y-yes, I guess so.

You don't remember anything about last night, do you?

Lillian. What is it?

What the hell is going on?

Tetazoo: Agent Neal,

remove your hand from your weapon now.

Adam!

I'm sorry, Lillian.

Agent Vaughn, on your feet, please.

Are you charging him with something?

For now, we're calling it protective custody.

We're keeping our asset safe.

Yeah, this feels real safe.

Outrageous doesn't begin to describe it.

You're well aware of the mechanisms in place

for events like this.

Lillian: Checks and balances, yes, I remember.

I also remember such a thing as courtesy.

Courtesy?

Courtesy would be sharing your lab results on that video.

After Gabriel saw himself on the render,

your people analyzed the video and confirmed what he did.

And how would you know that, Jeff?

Are you spying on us again?