Ransom

Branch Genetics. How can I help you?

Morning. Thank you.

I am prepared to go as high as 35%.

But I need you to guarantee that this

can happen tonight, 8:00.

Stay on the line.

Fine. You have a deal.

Your table will be ready at 8:00 p.m. sharp.

Thank God.

I've been trying to get a reservation

in that restaurant for months.

Apparently, they have the best tuna tartare in the city.

Well, let's hope so, 'cause now we're on the hook for a 35% tip.

Emergency line.

Crisis Resolution, Eric Beaumont.

Hi, my name's, uh, Jenny Moran.

I'm Malcolm Raskin's executive assistant,

the, uh, CEO here at Branch Genetics.

- Branch Genetics? - They have us on retainer.

No, I assure you, that is not what we're about here.

Uh, Mr. Raskin is on a call with someone

who is claiming to have planted a bomb

in one of our offices across the U.S.

Okay, Jenny... uh, patch me to that call

and stay on the line, please.

If you would just hear me out, I could...

I will not hear you out.

Your company has interrupted the order of things,

the way things are supposed to be.

Hello, this is Eric Beaumont with Crisis Resolution.

How can we help you get what you need?

What I need

is for Branch Genetics to stop playing God.

Listen to me, sir. I know you're angry, but...

I'm not angry. Anger is a prison.

Okay, whoever this is, he's past the point of no return.

We need to evacuate every Branch Genetics location

across North America right now.

Uh, get on with the assistant.

There was an explosion in the lobby.

And Mr. Raskin?

You can expect another one at 5:30 p.m.

Hi. Excuse me.

Hi. I'm looking for Tyler. He works here.

- And you are? - His sister.

- I'll get him. - Thanks.

Tyler, your sister's upstairs.

I will get rid of her.

Hey, what's up?

Hey. You forgot something.

Thanks. You didn't have to come all this way.

Well, somebody's got to make sure you eat.

So how's the day?

Just learning how to make croissants.

Oh, good.

I'll expect fresh ones at the house every morning.

Uh, take this.

Hi, Eric.

We have a case in Philadelphia.

- I need you there now. - Sure, right away.

Work?

Afraid so.

I got to get back to it, too.

Okay.

Fresh.

Thank you.

Good luck.

Thanks. See you soon.

Security set up a joint terrorism task force.

They're monitoring all incoming communication and investigating

our other 30 locations across North America.

And the explosive?

Bomb squad determined it was delivered inside a package,

uh, set to detonate with a timer.

And did they trace the package to a courier company?

Yes, but there was no delivery scheduled

- for Branch Genetics today. - Ah.

So that tells us the courier was also likely the bomber.

That's what the police are saying.

Has Branch Genetics ever received threats before?

All the time.

Usually by religious extremists and the misinformed

who believe we experiment with genetics.

Cloning, eugenics,

creating the next "super species."

So in other words, they think you're "playing God."

Exactly.

But-but we don't.

We offer two services: Legacy, where customers submit saliva

so we can trace their family tree,

and Health, where we profile an individual's genetic makeup.

We're aware the receptionist was killed in the blast,

but there was a witness who survived the bombing.

Brit Lawler.

Police think she may have gotten a glimpse of the bomber.

Except doctors say the blast left her

with, uh, traumatic memory impairment.

She's drawing a blank.

Our officers talked to her already.

Uh, we understand, Agent Jackson, but my colleague

happens to be an expert in the field of memory retrieval.

So, you what? Negotiate memories back into people's head?

You know, that's really funny, but no.

I'm a profiler.

No offense, but I'm not a fan.

Worked with dozens of profilers over my career,

haven't found them much use.

Look, we all want the same thing here,

to get in touch with the bomber.

And when we do, you're gonna need a negotiator.

Oliver's a trained psychologist,

helped save a lot of lives doing what he does.

Now, whether or not you approve of his methods,

his record is indisputable.

You find anything, keep me in the loop.

I can barely remember anything after waking up this morning.

The police say that you may have seen the delivery driver.

A courier?

It's possible, but I-I have no idea.

Listen, I know she's the only witness,

but she's spoken to doctors, police...

Uh, we understand that, Dan, but with the bomber promising

another attack at 5:30, we have to move fast.

It's okay, Dad.

The doctor said I was lucky I wasn't hurt worse.

Why don't you go get a coffee or something?

Thanks.

Brit, um, why were you at Branch Genetics this morning?

Honestly, I don't know.

I've never been there before.

Can you recall anything? Your state of mind

when you left the house?

What you had for breakfast?

Okay, j... uh, just try to focus for a second...

- I am trying. - Okay, Eric, can I have the room?

Of course.

Okay. Brit, we're gonna attempt

a little therapeutic exercise to try and stimulate your memory.

Now, I don't want you to actively try

to remember anything, I just want you to listen. Okay?

Okay, good. Now close your eyes.

You're in your bed. It's morning.

Feel the mattress beneath you and the blanket on top of you.

Now your alarm goes off and you wake up.

Maybe you get something to eat,

get dressed, leave the house.

It's a normal day, so you're not rushing.

And you step outside.

The traffic is loud,

but it quiets down as you arrive

at Branch Genetics.

You walk towards the lobby.

You open the door, step inside...

No.

A flash of light.

Please stop.

A loud noise, like thunder.

I was picking something up.

Anything?

She's being prepped for release.

She can't recall what, but Brit believes

she went to Branch Genetics to pick something up.

Check to see if you can find a connection between Brit...

Between Brit and Branch Genetics. I'm on it.

You know, something else the bomber said struck me.

"Anger is a prison." I don't know, it sounded stilted, rote,

like he was reciting or preaching or something.

Brit is still our best bet of identifying the bomber.

Okay, well, why don't I see if she'll let me take her home?

Recreating her daily routine may allow

for pieces of her memory to fall into place.

That stilted statement our bomber gave?

It's actually part of a mantra belonging

to an anger management self-help group here in Philly.

Eastside Anger Management.

Sounds like a good place to start.

He said, "Anger is a prison."

"A prison I no longer need to incarcerate myself in,

"for I have given myself permission

to know what lies beneath it."

That's the whole thing.

Do any of your members

have experience with or access to explosives?

Can you give us a name?

Eastside Anger Management is made up

of men who have been court-ordered to attend.

Most of these guys' problems stem from

lack of self-confidence and trust issues.

Everything that happens here is confidential.

The bomber said there's gonna be

another explosion today.

How are you going to feel if it turns out

you could've prevented it?

Name's Jed Lincoln.

Got fired from his last job for threatening his boss.

Judge sent him here.

What was his job?

Demolition.

So he's trained in explosives.

Brit does a good job of keeping the place tidy.