No, man,
whatever.
You're wrong.
Admit you're wrong.
No, she didn't.
What?
Well, then she's
a bigger idiot than you are,
Which is impossible.
It is impossible.
I'm really good at
math. It's impossible.
All right, cool. Late.
We'll be back around 10:00.
Make sure to take bucky out.
you hear me?
I love you.
Fixed by: VeRdiKT
"The No-Brainer"
That scared me.
Me too. Your turn.
Okay.
Ella, when you said
you brushed your teeth,
Did you also completely
dry your toothbrush?
I brushed.
Ella.
I just love being lied to.
Hey, you're a tough mother.
Ella's a sweetheart.
She is a sweetheart.
She's a lying little sweetheart.
Sure minds me as you?
Oh!
I'm gonna go make sure
she's brushing her teeth.
With all due respect,
Darwin got it all wrong.
I used to make the joke
that darwin's thinking
was rather...
unevolved.
Which I'm sure used to be very funny.
For a brilliant man,
Darwin was occasionally a moron.
he claimed that males
tried to spread their genes
By having sex constantly.
However, the females, with limited eggs,
were more selective in their attempts
to find genetically superior males.
I believe that darwin
was simply inaccurate,
that females can be just
as aggressive as males,
with males equally dispassionate.
Thoughts! Peter?
- This is Astrid.
- Hey, it's me.
can you have the guys go outside?
I'm sending over a body.
Yeah. Yeah, I'll have
them waiting outside.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
Hey, that was Olivia. She
needs you guys outside.
A coroner's on his way with a body.
You know, this is the part of day
That I look forward to most...
when I know there's
something bizarre out there.
I just don't know what it is.
Like a grab bag of disturbing events,
Don't you think?
Yeah.
Be right back, Agent Farnsworth.
Okay. Bye.
Thank you for taking the
time. We know you're grieving.
We're very sorry about your loss.
What the hell could
have done that to him?
We don't know yet.
But we'll find out.
Did you notice anything strange
In your son's behavior
over the last few days?
No. School is good.
He was looking forward to graduating.
We had dinner together
almost every night.
We tried to get a few
syllables out about his day.
Any history of drug use?
No. I know all parents think that,
But in Greg's case, it's true.
Whatever happened... He
didn't bring it on himself.
What about any...
Preexisting medical conditions?
Asthma.
I blame it for all the time
he spends on the computer.
Was he on the computer last night?
Most nights.
He spends all his free time there
playing games, trading songs.
He chats about girls with his friends.
Which friends?
Uh...Luke, probably. Luke Dempsey.
E-y?
Yeah.
We're gonna do everything we can
to find out what happened to your son.
He can be rotated onto his back now,
Drain the remainder of his brain.
Once that's done,
We can examine his cranial cavity.
Oh, this is gonna be awesome.
Just get me everything you
can and call me right back.
Thanks.
Everything okay?
yeah, his parents say he was a good kid.
what do we know from the autopsy?
All I know for sure
Is that his brain matter has
been completely liquefied.
How?
My first thought
Is an extremely virulent
form of syphilis.
you're saying that his brain
Could have been cooked by an std?
Safe sex is important.
You do always have your sexual partners
wear a condom, I hope.
Walter...
Well, if he got this from a girl
or some kind of drug that
he was experimenting with,
there may be a record
of that on his computer.
Astrid, can you check his hard drive?
I had it transferred with
some of his other effects.
I got it right here. I'm on it.
Oh, and be sure to check
his floppy disks as well.
Floppy disks are a little outdated.
Why don't you focus on what you do best?
All yours... liquid brains.
Oh. Fantastic.
I will get the bone saw!
Hey, check this out.
What?
Something's wrong.
The hard drive platters must be fused.
You sure?
Linguistics major.
Computer science minor.
Plus, I've been taking computers apart
Since I was, like, six.
So do you think you can
get anything off this?
Uh... I know some pretty aggressive
Data retrieval techniques.
I can give it a shot.
Well, I'm gonna go
interview that Dempsey kid
And see if I can dig up
something else on the victims.
Call me as soon as you find something.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Luke Dempsey.
Thank you.
Luke Dempsey?
Olivia Dunham. FBI.
Can I have a word?
I was just talking with Greg last night.
What happened to him?
To be honest, we're not entirely sure.
What did you two talk about?
A bunch of stuff.
I got him a deal on a split rear exhaust
for his '93 gt.
told him he could swing by whenever.
And after... a couple hours,
He just... he stopped answering.
I figured he fell asleep.
How do the two of you know each other?
Our dads worked together
when we were kids,
And, uh...
Greg and I stayed friends.
Can you think of anyone
Who may have wanted to hurt Greg...
Or maybe had a grudge against him?
You think... somebody killed him?
Do you?
Dunham.
It's Peter.
we just got a call about another body.
Sir.
Dunham.
The general manager of this dealership
was found dead by an employee.
- We have the employee?
- Yeah.
Though he's having a
hard time being coherent.
Well, what exactly happened?
Bishop. Doctor.
It appears he died
the same way as the
teenager in Springfield.
Prepare six vials, please.
Yes, sir.
Where's the guy who found him?
This way.
Anton's a nice man.
Honest guy. He has three kids.
When was the last
time you saw him alive?
Last night.
There's a bar we go to sometimes.
Strip club.
My wife doesn't know.
Just... please don't judge me.
I'm not judging you.
Oh!
What?
He's dead. He can't feel this.
I wonder if they sell cars here
With those seats that warm your ass.
Why don't you ask 'em?
Hmm?
Maybe I will.
Anton's worked here as long as you have?
A little longer than that, actually.
He's been here for three years.
And is there anyone you can think of
That would want to hurt him?
Anton? No way. He's solid.
Can I take your card
In case I need to ask
you some more questions?
Yeah, sure, um... My cell's on there.
And if you're ever
interested in a new vehicle,
We have next year's models in, so, um...
Now you are judging me.
It's the weirdest thing.
The fused platters
We found on the car
salesman's computer...
They're fried just like the kid's.
Well, that can't be a coincidence.
I'm trying to recover
as much data as possible.
These platters are incredibly sensitive.
A speck of dust is enough
to make them unusable.
But this?
It looks like someone
took a blowtorch to them.
And from what I was able to pull so far,
It looks like both the computers
downloaded a huge file...
before they crashed.
Where'd the file come from?
It's a miracle I was
able to salvage this much.
To figure that out, I'd
need another couple days
To access the ISP servers.
That's time that we don't have.
Is it you?
Mm-mm.
I haven't heard that sound for ages.
I think it's the phone.
Who would have that number?
It must be on Harvard's system.
I didn't even know it worked.
Hello?
There's nobody here by that name.
Yes, I'm sure.
Sorry. I think you got the wrong number.
Who was it?
Some... student looking
for financial aid.
What are you doing?
I think...
I got a guy who can help us.
Who?
You really wanna know?
Good point.
Be careful with that,
though, 'cause it's evidence.
Just kiddin'.
Okay, I'm gonna go talk
to Greg Wiles's friend,
Luke Dempsey.
Agent Dunham?
I think I might know
who's just on the phone.
How's it going, Akim?
Peter Bishop.
Long time.
Not long enough...
Play nice.
I come bearing gifts.
My god. I can't believe you kept it.
You could have sold this for a fortune.
I kept it to remind me
never to wager with anything
That I couldn't bear to live without.
I can have it back?
Sure.
First... I'm gonna need some help.
What do you got?
Just before they fried,
both of these drives
downloaded the same program.
Very good.
And what are we looking for?
I wanna know what it is
and where it came from.
Agent Dunham.
I hear Agent Broyles
has you investigating
The bridgepoint automotive death.
May I ask what exactly
you're looking for?
I'll be cross-referencing
the victim's medical records
with the AMA database,
looking for anything
that might connect him to the teenager
and explain what happened here.
Medical records, ama
database, liquefied brains.
Come on, Dunham.
This case clearly falls under
the jurisdiction of the CDC!
- Qualified, knowledgeable, scientists...
- There was no known pathogen,
- no signs of a contagion.
- who see these things every day!
With all due respect, agent Harris,
I have done my due diligence.
I just got off the phone
with my contact at the CDC,
and they have seen nothing like it.
But you tell me, does this
look like a flu you've heard of
where people's brains
come out their ears?
No.
No.
This looks like yet another excuse
to justify the allocation
of FBI resources.
To what's arguably become
a rogue division
inside a federal agency,
operating, if not
completely autonomously,
then well outside the
standard regulatory purview.
I have news for you, agent Dunham.
I'm here to remedy that.
I'll consider myself warned.
After that, I shut you
down and put the case
in what I believe will be
considerably more capable hands.
- Whoa.
- What's this?
It's particles scattered
all over the internet.
This thing must have
been insanely complex.
Integrated video, audio.
I mean, some of this
isn't even computer code.
Is that even possible?
Multiple parallel packet routing.
Ten times the usual nodes.
Whoever sent this is trying
very hard to cover their tracks.
Akim, come on.
You have no idea where
this thing came from.
Nothing yet. There's too many paths.
Wait a second.
Okay, I... I can't tell
you where it's originating,
but I got a destination.
This program's being
downloaded right now, real time.
Then that's the next target.
Neighborhood in Brighton, near Boston.
It's close by.
Brighton? Can you pull up the address?
Honing in.
There.
That's where it's going.
Oh, my god.
Dunham.
Olivia, listen to me...
just before they died,
both the victims downloaded
the same transmission,
- and it's happening again right now. Your apartment.
- Where?
Hey, I just turned right
onto Broadway.
I should be there in five minutes.
Uh, look, Rachel's not
picking up her cell...
Then call the next door neighbor.
I don't know any of the neighbors.
I haven't seen any of them for months.
Then call Boston PD.
I already have.
Mom. Mom!
One minute, Ella.
Olivia, what the hell are you doing?
Okay... is there someone else here?
Of course not. It's just us.
Ella?
Ella, everything's gonna be okay.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
- Can you check out the back?
- Yeah.
Ella!
Ella. Ella.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing is wrong, Olivia.
She's just playing her game, right, Ell?
Ella!
Ella... sweetie!
Ella. Ella!
Aunt Liv?
When did you get home?
I don't understand.
What happened?
There were flashes
on the computer screen
When I first came in,
like bursts of images.
I don't know. I can't explain it.
It was like nothing I
had ever seen before.
Images.
Yeah.
And they affected Ella in some way,
like she was hypnotized.
I'm gonna call computer forensics.
They'll be here right away.
Trot, trot to Boston,
trot, trot to Lynn.
Better watch out,
or you might fall in!
Do you do birthday parties too?
Not so much, no.
Though I have done my fair
share of babysitting lately.
Yeah, well, the way you are with Ella,
It seems like you'd be really good.
At a party.
I'm not really familiar with the word.
Maybe you can talk to your sister,
She can give me the weekend off.
My sister's not really
the weekend off type.
That was always more me.
Everything okay?
- Yeah.
- Ella, come here.
What are you doing?
You need to get her checked
out as soon as possible.
What are you talking about?
She's fine. Look at her.
I'm sure everything's fine.
Liv, what is going on?
There was a hand.
I remember.
There was a hand coming
out of the computer.
Okay, uh...
We're definitely cutting
back on the sugar intake
and possibly our
visits with aunt Olivia.
- Come on, sweetie.
- Hold on a second. Hold on a second.
What kinda hand, Ella?
Weird... Glowy...
Scary.
Ell, this isn't funny. Look at me.
You know how I feel about lying.
I'm not!
It really happened!
How?
I don't know.
I was playing with my
game, and I saw this hand.
Which game was it?
My ponies.
I don't want you on that
site again, okay? Promise?
That's right, sweetheart. I'm
the one you're looking for.
Who's there?
It... it's just me, dad.
Somebody in here?
I heard voices.
Talking to myself.
What are you doin' here?
Thought I'd bring you some lunch.
Thanks.
How are things at the body shop, Luke?
Fine.
Have you found a job yet, dad?
Who says I'm looking for one?
I went by your place.
The mail was all piled up.
Mrs. Greely said you haven't
been home in over a week.
She should mind her own business.
Have you been sleeping here, dad?
Luke...
Thanks for the food, but...
I should be getting back to this.
W... what is it that you're working on?
A new program. I don't wanna jinx it.
I think it's gonna
impress a lot of people.
Okay, love you.
Bye.
How's Ella doing?
The doctor says she's perfectly healthy.
There's no sign of
neurological damage, nothing.
That's excellent news.
Charlie's taking them back.
He's gonna keep an eye on the
apartment until I get there.
God, if something had
of happened to her...
But it didn't.
Don't torture yourself
with hypotheticals.
She's fine.
Yeah.
This is gonna sound crazy
but I think whoever's
responsible was watching
through the computer.
What?
The light next to the camera was on,
and Ella doesn't know how to use it.
You think he was spying on you?
I don't know. Maybe he
was trying to scare me.
He knows about the investigation,
and this is his sick way
of telling me to back off.
I suppose he could have
broken into our network,
learned you were
investigating his case...
Which means maybe we can track him.
Well, we have forensics
on it as we speak.
Also, I've got a... subcontractor
that I've worked with before.
He's trying to track down
the origin of the data stream
that was sent to Olivia's computer.
And this... data stream,
you think it may be connected
to what killed those people?
The victim, Greg Wiles,
was found in front of his computer too,
and his hard drive was fused,
just like the car salesman.
A computer program that can...
Kill people. Yeah, I know.
But Walter's working on it
right now back at the lab.
But here's what I don't understand.
If a person is responsible
for those deaths,
why are they killing?
Have you found any connection
between the victims?
Not yet.
Mark?
Honey?
Can you help me with the groceries?
John and Alice are
coming over for dinner.
You remember?
Thought I'd make a roast.
Hey, Dow Jones. Are you alive in there?
Mark?
Mark...
It's amazing, isn't it?
All these people, and
they don't have a clue...
How crazy it all really is.
The world... Everything.
If we do our job, they'll never have to.
Olivia Dunham.
We got another death.
this one, outside
Chicago, is a day trader.
It's happened again.
When are you going to
start calling them murders?
When you find us a murderer.
Well, send me everything
you can on the victim.
Will do.
Okay.
I'll meet you inside, okay?
Are you Jessica Warren?
Yes.
I'm Peter Bishop.
I know.
I read your letter.
And I can understand, of course,
why it is that you
want to see my father.
It's not the right time for him.
He's only been out of the institution...
... for a couple of months.
After 17 years...
And three months, Mr. Bishop.
I know exactly how long it's been.
I'm sure you do.
I'm very sorry for what
happened, Mrs. Warren.
I wish this weren't the case,
but nothing will bring
your daughter back...
Not even talking to my father.
I need to see him.
To do what? To blame
him for the accident?
It's between me and your father.
I'm sorry. It's not going to happen.
Hey.
Hey.
I'm glad Ella's okay.
Oh. Thank you.
Oh, agent Dunham.
I think I worked out how
these deaths occurred.
It's a complex combination...
... of visual and subsonic aural stimuli
ingeniously designed to amplify
the electrical impulses of the brain,
trapping it in an endless loop.
Walter?
It's like a computer
virus that infects people.
I don't understand.
Ella said she saw a hand
coming out of the computer.
A hallucinatory effect
of the stimuli, perhaps.
I need to research further.
Hey.
Where's the latest victim?
Uh... just outside of Chicago.
Any motive yet?
Not yet.
Listen...
I think I know who that
woman was... outside.
What do you think you know?
That she's the mother
of the lab assistant...
... that was killed in the
fire here almost 20 years ago.
It's none of my business.
Go ahead. What?
Does Walter know? That
she wants to see him?
Of course Walter doesn't know.
He couldn't handle it.
I see.
You think that he could?
I don't know why, but I do.
You really think it's a good idea...
... to put him through that?
Well, I was thinking
that it's all unresolved.
For him, for her, and I was thinking
that it must be hard for her too,
to come back here to the place
where she lost her daughter.
What's your point?
That you underestimate him, your father,
And you shouldn't.
Here is what Charlie was able to dig up
on the last victim.
"Mark Rosenthal. 48. Married."
Any information on his next of kin?
It's sad, actually.
He just got married last year to a...
A Miriam Dempsey.
I have her number here if you want it.
- Did you say
Dempsey? - Mm-hmm.
I interviewed a Luke
Dempsey this morning.
He was friends with the
teenage victim Greg Wiles.
Uh... according to this background info,
Miriam Dempsey is Luke's mother.
So that would make the last
victim Luke's stepfather.
Yeah.
What are the chances
of the same kid being
connected to both victims?
Maybe Luke is a killer.
It's possible, but...
he seemed genuinely upset
when I told him his friend was dead.
He did mention something else.
He said that the reason he
was friends with the victim
was because their
fathers worked together.
Is everything all right?
I heard you and agent Dunham.
From the tone, it sounded like
you were having an argument.
Everything's fine.
I tried to expense a
couple of Celtic tickets
on the FBI... she caught me.
Oh, I see.
I hope she doesn't notice the $2, 000
for the baboon seminal fluid I ordered.
I hope I can recall why I ordered it.
What's up?
I think we have our suspect.
"Brian Dempsey."
He used to work for Paul Wiles.
Greg's dad?
Exactly.
He was Dempsey's boss
until he fired Dempsey six years ago.
According to Wiles, he was a programmer,
way ahead of his time.
Wiles said when he fired
him, Brian threw a fit.
Yeah, and the victim outside Chicago
was married to Dempsey's ex-wife.
Really nasty divorce too.
What about the car salesman?
Uh, we're still looking
for that connection.
But it looks like Dempsey's m.o.
is to hurt people who screwed him over
by going after their loved ones.
Charlie. Yeah. It's me.
I need you to get to
Brian Dempsey's house.
Luke's father. I think he's our guy.
Dunham, where's our suspect?
There was no sign of him at home.
We picked up his son from work.
What's your plan?
We're waiting for the right moment.
Well, why wait?
Just go in and break him.
I... I'm not sure that's the way to go.
You care to share your reasoning?
I think that Luke suspects
there's something wrong with his father.
If we go in heavy-handed,
then... he could shut down
Or call a lawyer, and then...
He won't tell us anything.
It's your job to make
sure that doesn't happen.
I'm more than familiar
with passive coercion.
Good.
Then find his pressure points,
Put your little hands
around him, and squeeze.
That's an order.
Every time that guy opens his mouth,
I like him more and more.
So?
Come on.
Luke.
This is Agent Francis.
Where's your father?
No idea.
Tell me about him.
Uh, what do you wanna know?
He had a pretty rough ride.
Smart.
Maybe a little too
smart for his own good.
couldn't hold down a job,
then he gets dumped by your mom.
that couldn't have been easy.
People don't understand him.
They don't take the time.
When did you see him last?
Few weeks ago.
We aren't really close.
Have you spoken to your mom recently?
Do you know what happened
to your stepfather?
And, uh, I told you about Greg myself.
Come on, Luke.
The only thing that these
victims have in common,
besides having their brains liquefied,
was that they were all close
to someone who pissed off your father.
This guy died because
he married your mother.
And your friend Greg here,
he died because his dad fired your dad.
That's impossible!
The horror show in this picture
was a friend of yours.
You wanna cover it up now?
No!
I want a lawyer.
D-don't I get a lawyer?
Is it any consolation
knowing you were right?
Do me a favor.
Wait five minutes, then release him.
What about Harris?
Screw him.
My thoughts exactly.
Okay, come on.
What did I miss?
Just trust me.
Yeah, I need a cab.
I need to hear that call.
Thank you.
... 2 Braddock street.
One person going to
I'll have a car there in ten minutes.
Ten minutes, right? All right, thanks.
He just called a cab.
One guess where it's taking him.
Oh, come on.
He cannot possibly be that stupid.
He's 19.
Good point.
I don't underestimate
my father, by the way.
I understand him.
sometimes more than I want to.
Look, if I let him talk to that woman,
She's just going to accuse
him of killing her daughter,
which is something that he didn't do.
Then why not just let them meet?
Whose side are you on anyway?
I know what it's like
to live with something
unresolve... that's all.
Congratulations... you just
described the entire planet.
This could provide
closure for your father.
He's had to live with
the death of that woman.
He got put away because of it.
Who's to say that this wouldn't
be a resolution for him?
If I didn't know better,
I'd think you actually
wanted the man to have
a nervous breakdown!
Then maybe you don't know better,
because I care for your father too.
And I believe that
shielding him from the truth,
from what's real, ultimately
does him a disservice.
What's real doesn't really
seem to concern Walter.
And what you said earlier
about this being none of your business,
that was right on the money.
Okay, you stay here.
You are not going in there alone.
Just stay here and watch the entrance.
Will you at least call for backup?
Harris wants me to screw this up.
If I call for help,
He's gonna do whatever it
takes to make me look bad.
Where the hell are Dunham and the kid?
I have no idea, sir.
Hey!
Trace the GPS on Dunham's car.
I wanna know where she is now!
W-why the hell would you do that?
He was a friend of mine!
His has a bad family, Luke.
They were cruel people.
You actually...
you actually killed Greg from here?
Now... how many more,
dad? Who else, huh?
All they had to do was give me a chance,
a fair shake, a chance to prove myself.
But they thought they could
just drop me to the curb
like a piece of garbage.
Son...
No! No!
So all this is supposed to fix that?
I don't know who you are anymore, dad!
I used to look up to you.
And now... you're pathetic.
Go!
They're coming for me, not for you.
- Dad...
- Go!
Stay right where you are.
You ruined everything.
People were gonna respect me...
Respect my work.
Now my son hates me because of you.
But this is how it ends.
Stay back, or I'll kill you, too.
It was their fault... all of them!
I just wanted them
to feel the pain that they made me feel.
Just put the gun down.
Why should you care
whether I live or die?
Especially when you know what I've done.
Mr. Dempsey, look away from the screen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWOip86q3Mo
No. I wanna see.
I wanna finally see... my creation.
Stop right there!
Hey there, Luke.
Shut up.
Leave my father alone.
Luke, take it easy.
Stay back!
Dunham!
You okay?
Luke... Luke...
- What did you do to him?
- No, I didn't...
He went into a trance
and he shot himself.
Freeze!
On your knees, son.
I don't get it.
He knew he was killing those people.
Why would the kid protect
a murderer like that?
Because it's his father.
Sanford.
Interesting day.
So I hear.
For the record...
... your agent disobeyed
a direct order of mine,
released Luke Dempsey,
and then attempted to
apprehend the suspect
without backup.
From what I can tell,
agent Dunham closed this case
in spite of your obstructions.
She violated too many
aspects of FBI protocol
to even count!
She IDed a murderer,
contained a computer program
that melts people's brains...
- Listen to me, Phillip...
- No, you listen to me.
What you're passing off
as bureaucratic concern
looks an awful lot like
a personal vendetta,
and if you push it,
I will stake my career on her behalf.
Are you threatening me, Phillip?
You decide to go after Olivia Dunham,
you're going after me,
and all the red tape in
the world won't protect you.
You sure you're up for this?
I got a lotta red tape, Phillip.
Walter.
There's a woman here
who wants to talk to you.
She pretty?
She's right there.
Now, look...
If you need me, I'll be right here.
If you need to end the
conversation for any reason,
you just say the word.
My daughter's name was Carla Warren.
Oh, dear.
Do you remember her?
Yes.
I want to see you because...
... you were the last person
to see my daughter alive,
and...
... I've always wanted to ask...
Was there anything else I could know?
Anything, anything else...
... you could tell me about my daughter.
She was...
... a wonderful girl.
What I remember...
... is her smile.
She had a wonderful smile.
I miss Carla.
Me, too.
I miss her.
I'll tell you everything I remember
about our time together.
Part of me wants to ask you
to explain what happened with Ella.
But I'm not sure I'll
feel safer if I know.
You wouldn't.
How do you do it, Liv?
I brushed.
Fantastic.
Say good night.
Okay, come here and give me a kiss.
On the cheek.
I tricked you.
Okay. Good night, sweetheart.
Night.
Hi.
What's up?
First of all, I've
had a couple of drinks,
but don't worry... I walked over.
Okay.
And, uh...
I wanted to say that...
I've never had him in my life... Walter.
And now, thanks to your insane
freak show of an operation,
I do.
Have him in my life.
And I think that I was...
I think that I was a little scared.
And maybe if he... he
talked to that woman...
Whatever. I...
... I wanted to say that I'm sorry.
You were right.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Hi.
Hi.
How's Ella doing?
Good. Thanks.
Liv, she wants you to tuck her in.
Okay.
So I'll see you tomorrow.
whatever.
You're wrong.
Admit you're wrong.
No, she didn't.
What?
Well, then she's
a bigger idiot than you are,
Which is impossible.
It is impossible.
I'm really good at
math. It's impossible.
All right, cool. Late.
We'll be back around 10:00.
Make sure to take bucky out.
you hear me?
I love you.
Fixed by: VeRdiKT
"The No-Brainer"
That scared me.
Me too. Your turn.
Okay.
Ella, when you said
you brushed your teeth,
Did you also completely
dry your toothbrush?
I brushed.
Ella.
I just love being lied to.
Hey, you're a tough mother.
Ella's a sweetheart.
She is a sweetheart.
She's a lying little sweetheart.
Sure minds me as you?
Oh!
I'm gonna go make sure
she's brushing her teeth.
With all due respect,
Darwin got it all wrong.
I used to make the joke
that darwin's thinking
was rather...
unevolved.
Which I'm sure used to be very funny.
For a brilliant man,
Darwin was occasionally a moron.
he claimed that males
tried to spread their genes
By having sex constantly.
However, the females, with limited eggs,
were more selective in their attempts
to find genetically superior males.
I believe that darwin
was simply inaccurate,
that females can be just
as aggressive as males,
with males equally dispassionate.
Thoughts! Peter?
- This is Astrid.
- Hey, it's me.
can you have the guys go outside?
I'm sending over a body.
Yeah. Yeah, I'll have
them waiting outside.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
Hey, that was Olivia. She
needs you guys outside.
A coroner's on his way with a body.
You know, this is the part of day
That I look forward to most...
when I know there's
something bizarre out there.
I just don't know what it is.
Like a grab bag of disturbing events,
Don't you think?
Yeah.
Be right back, Agent Farnsworth.
Okay. Bye.
Thank you for taking the
time. We know you're grieving.
We're very sorry about your loss.
What the hell could
have done that to him?
We don't know yet.
But we'll find out.
Did you notice anything strange
In your son's behavior
over the last few days?
No. School is good.
He was looking forward to graduating.
We had dinner together
almost every night.
We tried to get a few
syllables out about his day.
Any history of drug use?
No. I know all parents think that,
But in Greg's case, it's true.
Whatever happened... He
didn't bring it on himself.
What about any...
Preexisting medical conditions?
Asthma.
I blame it for all the time
he spends on the computer.
Was he on the computer last night?
Most nights.
He spends all his free time there
playing games, trading songs.
He chats about girls with his friends.
Which friends?
Uh...Luke, probably. Luke Dempsey.
E-y?
Yeah.
We're gonna do everything we can
to find out what happened to your son.
He can be rotated onto his back now,
Drain the remainder of his brain.
Once that's done,
We can examine his cranial cavity.
Oh, this is gonna be awesome.
Just get me everything you
can and call me right back.
Thanks.
Everything okay?
yeah, his parents say he was a good kid.
what do we know from the autopsy?
All I know for sure
Is that his brain matter has
been completely liquefied.
How?
My first thought
Is an extremely virulent
form of syphilis.
you're saying that his brain
Could have been cooked by an std?
Safe sex is important.
You do always have your sexual partners
wear a condom, I hope.
Walter...
Well, if he got this from a girl
or some kind of drug that
he was experimenting with,
there may be a record
of that on his computer.
Astrid, can you check his hard drive?
I had it transferred with
some of his other effects.
I got it right here. I'm on it.
Oh, and be sure to check
his floppy disks as well.
Floppy disks are a little outdated.
Why don't you focus on what you do best?
All yours... liquid brains.
Oh. Fantastic.
I will get the bone saw!
Hey, check this out.
What?
Something's wrong.
The hard drive platters must be fused.
You sure?
Linguistics major.
Computer science minor.
Plus, I've been taking computers apart
Since I was, like, six.
So do you think you can
get anything off this?
Uh... I know some pretty aggressive
Data retrieval techniques.
I can give it a shot.
Well, I'm gonna go
interview that Dempsey kid
And see if I can dig up
something else on the victims.
Call me as soon as you find something.
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Luke Dempsey.
Thank you.
Luke Dempsey?
Olivia Dunham. FBI.
Can I have a word?
I was just talking with Greg last night.
What happened to him?
To be honest, we're not entirely sure.
What did you two talk about?
A bunch of stuff.
I got him a deal on a split rear exhaust
for his '93 gt.
told him he could swing by whenever.
And after... a couple hours,
He just... he stopped answering.
I figured he fell asleep.
How do the two of you know each other?
Our dads worked together
when we were kids,
And, uh...
Greg and I stayed friends.
Can you think of anyone
Who may have wanted to hurt Greg...
Or maybe had a grudge against him?
You think... somebody killed him?
Do you?
Dunham.
It's Peter.
we just got a call about another body.
Sir.
Dunham.
The general manager of this dealership
was found dead by an employee.
- We have the employee?
- Yeah.
Though he's having a
hard time being coherent.
Well, what exactly happened?
Bishop. Doctor.
It appears he died
the same way as the
teenager in Springfield.
Prepare six vials, please.
Yes, sir.
Where's the guy who found him?
This way.
Anton's a nice man.
Honest guy. He has three kids.
When was the last
time you saw him alive?
Last night.
There's a bar we go to sometimes.
Strip club.
My wife doesn't know.
Just... please don't judge me.
I'm not judging you.
Oh!
What?
He's dead. He can't feel this.
I wonder if they sell cars here
With those seats that warm your ass.
Why don't you ask 'em?
Hmm?
Maybe I will.
Anton's worked here as long as you have?
A little longer than that, actually.
He's been here for three years.
And is there anyone you can think of
That would want to hurt him?
Anton? No way. He's solid.
Can I take your card
In case I need to ask
you some more questions?
Yeah, sure, um... My cell's on there.
And if you're ever
interested in a new vehicle,
We have next year's models in, so, um...
Now you are judging me.
It's the weirdest thing.
The fused platters
We found on the car
salesman's computer...
They're fried just like the kid's.
Well, that can't be a coincidence.
I'm trying to recover
as much data as possible.
These platters are incredibly sensitive.
A speck of dust is enough
to make them unusable.
But this?
It looks like someone
took a blowtorch to them.
And from what I was able to pull so far,
It looks like both the computers
downloaded a huge file...
before they crashed.
Where'd the file come from?
It's a miracle I was
able to salvage this much.
To figure that out, I'd
need another couple days
To access the ISP servers.
That's time that we don't have.
Is it you?
Mm-mm.
I haven't heard that sound for ages.
I think it's the phone.
Who would have that number?
It must be on Harvard's system.
I didn't even know it worked.
Hello?
There's nobody here by that name.
Yes, I'm sure.
Sorry. I think you got the wrong number.
Who was it?
Some... student looking
for financial aid.
What are you doing?
I think...
I got a guy who can help us.
Who?
You really wanna know?
Good point.
Be careful with that,
though, 'cause it's evidence.
Just kiddin'.
Okay, I'm gonna go talk
to Greg Wiles's friend,
Luke Dempsey.
Agent Dunham?
I think I might know
who's just on the phone.
How's it going, Akim?
Peter Bishop.
Long time.
Not long enough...
Play nice.
I come bearing gifts.
My god. I can't believe you kept it.
You could have sold this for a fortune.
I kept it to remind me
never to wager with anything
That I couldn't bear to live without.
I can have it back?
Sure.
First... I'm gonna need some help.
What do you got?
Just before they fried,
both of these drives
downloaded the same program.
Very good.
And what are we looking for?
I wanna know what it is
and where it came from.
Agent Dunham.
I hear Agent Broyles
has you investigating
The bridgepoint automotive death.
May I ask what exactly
you're looking for?
I'll be cross-referencing
the victim's medical records
with the AMA database,
looking for anything
that might connect him to the teenager
and explain what happened here.
Medical records, ama
database, liquefied brains.
Come on, Dunham.
This case clearly falls under
the jurisdiction of the CDC!
- Qualified, knowledgeable, scientists...
- There was no known pathogen,
- no signs of a contagion.
- who see these things every day!
With all due respect, agent Harris,
I have done my due diligence.
I just got off the phone
with my contact at the CDC,
and they have seen nothing like it.
But you tell me, does this
look like a flu you've heard of
where people's brains
come out their ears?
No.
No.
This looks like yet another excuse
to justify the allocation
of FBI resources.
To what's arguably become
a rogue division
inside a federal agency,
operating, if not
completely autonomously,
then well outside the
standard regulatory purview.
I have news for you, agent Dunham.
I'm here to remedy that.
I'll consider myself warned.
After that, I shut you
down and put the case
in what I believe will be
considerably more capable hands.
- Whoa.
- What's this?
It's particles scattered
all over the internet.
This thing must have
been insanely complex.
Integrated video, audio.
I mean, some of this
isn't even computer code.
Is that even possible?
Multiple parallel packet routing.
Ten times the usual nodes.
Whoever sent this is trying
very hard to cover their tracks.
Akim, come on.
You have no idea where
this thing came from.
Nothing yet. There's too many paths.
Wait a second.
Okay, I... I can't tell
you where it's originating,
but I got a destination.
This program's being
downloaded right now, real time.
Then that's the next target.
Neighborhood in Brighton, near Boston.
It's close by.
Brighton? Can you pull up the address?
Honing in.
There.
That's where it's going.
Oh, my god.
Dunham.
Olivia, listen to me...
just before they died,
both the victims downloaded
the same transmission,
- and it's happening again right now. Your apartment.
- Where?
Hey, I just turned right
onto Broadway.
I should be there in five minutes.
Uh, look, Rachel's not
picking up her cell...
Then call the next door neighbor.
I don't know any of the neighbors.
I haven't seen any of them for months.
Then call Boston PD.
I already have.
Mom. Mom!
One minute, Ella.
Olivia, what the hell are you doing?
Okay... is there someone else here?
Of course not. It's just us.
Ella?
Ella, everything's gonna be okay.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
- Can you check out the back?
- Yeah.
Ella!
Ella. Ella.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing is wrong, Olivia.
She's just playing her game, right, Ell?
Ella!
Ella... sweetie!
Ella. Ella!
Aunt Liv?
When did you get home?
I don't understand.
What happened?
There were flashes
on the computer screen
When I first came in,
like bursts of images.
I don't know. I can't explain it.
It was like nothing I
had ever seen before.
Images.
Yeah.
And they affected Ella in some way,
like she was hypnotized.
I'm gonna call computer forensics.
They'll be here right away.
Trot, trot to Boston,
trot, trot to Lynn.
Better watch out,
or you might fall in!
Do you do birthday parties too?
Not so much, no.
Though I have done my fair
share of babysitting lately.
Yeah, well, the way you are with Ella,
It seems like you'd be really good.
At a party.
I'm not really familiar with the word.
Maybe you can talk to your sister,
She can give me the weekend off.
My sister's not really
the weekend off type.
That was always more me.
Everything okay?
- Yeah.
- Ella, come here.
What are you doing?
You need to get her checked
out as soon as possible.
What are you talking about?
She's fine. Look at her.
I'm sure everything's fine.
Liv, what is going on?
There was a hand.
I remember.
There was a hand coming
out of the computer.
Okay, uh...
We're definitely cutting
back on the sugar intake
and possibly our
visits with aunt Olivia.
- Come on, sweetie.
- Hold on a second. Hold on a second.
What kinda hand, Ella?
Weird... Glowy...
Scary.
Ell, this isn't funny. Look at me.
You know how I feel about lying.
I'm not!
It really happened!
How?
I don't know.
I was playing with my
game, and I saw this hand.
Which game was it?
My ponies.
I don't want you on that
site again, okay? Promise?
That's right, sweetheart. I'm
the one you're looking for.
Who's there?
It... it's just me, dad.
Somebody in here?
I heard voices.
Talking to myself.
What are you doin' here?
Thought I'd bring you some lunch.
Thanks.
How are things at the body shop, Luke?
Fine.
Have you found a job yet, dad?
Who says I'm looking for one?
I went by your place.
The mail was all piled up.
Mrs. Greely said you haven't
been home in over a week.
She should mind her own business.
Have you been sleeping here, dad?
Luke...
Thanks for the food, but...
I should be getting back to this.
W... what is it that you're working on?
A new program. I don't wanna jinx it.
I think it's gonna
impress a lot of people.
Okay, love you.
Bye.
How's Ella doing?
The doctor says she's perfectly healthy.
There's no sign of
neurological damage, nothing.
That's excellent news.
Charlie's taking them back.
He's gonna keep an eye on the
apartment until I get there.
God, if something had
of happened to her...
But it didn't.
Don't torture yourself
with hypotheticals.
She's fine.
Yeah.
This is gonna sound crazy
but I think whoever's
responsible was watching
through the computer.
What?
The light next to the camera was on,
and Ella doesn't know how to use it.
You think he was spying on you?
I don't know. Maybe he
was trying to scare me.
He knows about the investigation,
and this is his sick way
of telling me to back off.
I suppose he could have
broken into our network,
learned you were
investigating his case...
Which means maybe we can track him.
Well, we have forensics
on it as we speak.
Also, I've got a... subcontractor
that I've worked with before.
He's trying to track down
the origin of the data stream
that was sent to Olivia's computer.
And this... data stream,
you think it may be connected
to what killed those people?
The victim, Greg Wiles,
was found in front of his computer too,
and his hard drive was fused,
just like the car salesman.
A computer program that can...
Kill people. Yeah, I know.
But Walter's working on it
right now back at the lab.
But here's what I don't understand.
If a person is responsible
for those deaths,
why are they killing?
Have you found any connection
between the victims?
Not yet.
Mark?
Honey?
Can you help me with the groceries?
John and Alice are
coming over for dinner.
You remember?
Thought I'd make a roast.
Hey, Dow Jones. Are you alive in there?
Mark?
Mark...
It's amazing, isn't it?
All these people, and
they don't have a clue...
How crazy it all really is.
The world... Everything.
If we do our job, they'll never have to.
Olivia Dunham.
We got another death.
this one, outside
Chicago, is a day trader.
It's happened again.
When are you going to
start calling them murders?
When you find us a murderer.
Well, send me everything
you can on the victim.
Will do.
Okay.
I'll meet you inside, okay?
Are you Jessica Warren?
Yes.
I'm Peter Bishop.
I know.
I read your letter.
And I can understand, of course,
why it is that you
want to see my father.
It's not the right time for him.
He's only been out of the institution...
... for a couple of months.
After 17 years...
And three months, Mr. Bishop.
I know exactly how long it's been.
I'm sure you do.
I'm very sorry for what
happened, Mrs. Warren.
I wish this weren't the case,
but nothing will bring
your daughter back...
Not even talking to my father.
I need to see him.
To do what? To blame
him for the accident?
It's between me and your father.
I'm sorry. It's not going to happen.
Hey.
Hey.
I'm glad Ella's okay.
Oh. Thank you.
Oh, agent Dunham.
I think I worked out how
these deaths occurred.
It's a complex combination...
... of visual and subsonic aural stimuli
ingeniously designed to amplify
the electrical impulses of the brain,
trapping it in an endless loop.
Walter?
It's like a computer
virus that infects people.
I don't understand.
Ella said she saw a hand
coming out of the computer.
A hallucinatory effect
of the stimuli, perhaps.
I need to research further.
Hey.
Where's the latest victim?
Uh... just outside of Chicago.
Any motive yet?
Not yet.
Listen...
I think I know who that
woman was... outside.
What do you think you know?
That she's the mother
of the lab assistant...
... that was killed in the
fire here almost 20 years ago.
It's none of my business.
Go ahead. What?
Does Walter know? That
she wants to see him?
Of course Walter doesn't know.
He couldn't handle it.
I see.
You think that he could?
I don't know why, but I do.
You really think it's a good idea...
... to put him through that?
Well, I was thinking
that it's all unresolved.
For him, for her, and I was thinking
that it must be hard for her too,
to come back here to the place
where she lost her daughter.
What's your point?
That you underestimate him, your father,
And you shouldn't.
Here is what Charlie was able to dig up
on the last victim.
"Mark Rosenthal. 48. Married."
Any information on his next of kin?
It's sad, actually.
He just got married last year to a...
A Miriam Dempsey.
I have her number here if you want it.
- Did you say
Dempsey? - Mm-hmm.
I interviewed a Luke
Dempsey this morning.
He was friends with the
teenage victim Greg Wiles.
Uh... according to this background info,
Miriam Dempsey is Luke's mother.
So that would make the last
victim Luke's stepfather.
Yeah.
What are the chances
of the same kid being
connected to both victims?
Maybe Luke is a killer.
It's possible, but...
he seemed genuinely upset
when I told him his friend was dead.
He did mention something else.
He said that the reason he
was friends with the victim
was because their
fathers worked together.
Is everything all right?
I heard you and agent Dunham.
From the tone, it sounded like
you were having an argument.
Everything's fine.
I tried to expense a
couple of Celtic tickets
on the FBI... she caught me.
Oh, I see.
I hope she doesn't notice the $2, 000
for the baboon seminal fluid I ordered.
I hope I can recall why I ordered it.
What's up?
I think we have our suspect.
"Brian Dempsey."
He used to work for Paul Wiles.
Greg's dad?
Exactly.
He was Dempsey's boss
until he fired Dempsey six years ago.
According to Wiles, he was a programmer,
way ahead of his time.
Wiles said when he fired
him, Brian threw a fit.
Yeah, and the victim outside Chicago
was married to Dempsey's ex-wife.
Really nasty divorce too.
What about the car salesman?
Uh, we're still looking
for that connection.
But it looks like Dempsey's m.o.
is to hurt people who screwed him over
by going after their loved ones.
Charlie. Yeah. It's me.
I need you to get to
Brian Dempsey's house.
Luke's father. I think he's our guy.
Dunham, where's our suspect?
There was no sign of him at home.
We picked up his son from work.
What's your plan?
We're waiting for the right moment.
Well, why wait?
Just go in and break him.
I... I'm not sure that's the way to go.
You care to share your reasoning?
I think that Luke suspects
there's something wrong with his father.
If we go in heavy-handed,
then... he could shut down
Or call a lawyer, and then...
He won't tell us anything.
It's your job to make
sure that doesn't happen.
I'm more than familiar
with passive coercion.
Good.
Then find his pressure points,
Put your little hands
around him, and squeeze.
That's an order.
Every time that guy opens his mouth,
I like him more and more.
So?
Come on.
Luke.
This is Agent Francis.
Where's your father?
No idea.
Tell me about him.
Uh, what do you wanna know?
He had a pretty rough ride.
Smart.
Maybe a little too
smart for his own good.
couldn't hold down a job,
then he gets dumped by your mom.
that couldn't have been easy.
People don't understand him.
They don't take the time.
When did you see him last?
Few weeks ago.
We aren't really close.
Have you spoken to your mom recently?
Do you know what happened
to your stepfather?
And, uh, I told you about Greg myself.
Come on, Luke.
The only thing that these
victims have in common,
besides having their brains liquefied,
was that they were all close
to someone who pissed off your father.
This guy died because
he married your mother.
And your friend Greg here,
he died because his dad fired your dad.
That's impossible!
The horror show in this picture
was a friend of yours.
You wanna cover it up now?
No!
I want a lawyer.
D-don't I get a lawyer?
Is it any consolation
knowing you were right?
Do me a favor.
Wait five minutes, then release him.
What about Harris?
Screw him.
My thoughts exactly.
Okay, come on.
What did I miss?
Just trust me.
Yeah, I need a cab.
I need to hear that call.
Thank you.
... 2 Braddock street.
One person going to
I'll have a car there in ten minutes.
Ten minutes, right? All right, thanks.
He just called a cab.
One guess where it's taking him.
Oh, come on.
He cannot possibly be that stupid.
He's 19.
Good point.
I don't underestimate
my father, by the way.
I understand him.
sometimes more than I want to.
Look, if I let him talk to that woman,
She's just going to accuse
him of killing her daughter,
which is something that he didn't do.
Then why not just let them meet?
Whose side are you on anyway?
I know what it's like
to live with something
unresolve... that's all.
Congratulations... you just
described the entire planet.
This could provide
closure for your father.
He's had to live with
the death of that woman.
He got put away because of it.
Who's to say that this wouldn't
be a resolution for him?
If I didn't know better,
I'd think you actually
wanted the man to have
a nervous breakdown!
Then maybe you don't know better,
because I care for your father too.
And I believe that
shielding him from the truth,
from what's real, ultimately
does him a disservice.
What's real doesn't really
seem to concern Walter.
And what you said earlier
about this being none of your business,
that was right on the money.
Okay, you stay here.
You are not going in there alone.
Just stay here and watch the entrance.
Will you at least call for backup?
Harris wants me to screw this up.
If I call for help,
He's gonna do whatever it
takes to make me look bad.
Where the hell are Dunham and the kid?
I have no idea, sir.
Hey!
Trace the GPS on Dunham's car.
I wanna know where she is now!
W-why the hell would you do that?
He was a friend of mine!
His has a bad family, Luke.
They were cruel people.
You actually...
you actually killed Greg from here?
Now... how many more,
dad? Who else, huh?
All they had to do was give me a chance,
a fair shake, a chance to prove myself.
But they thought they could
just drop me to the curb
like a piece of garbage.
Son...
No! No!
So all this is supposed to fix that?
I don't know who you are anymore, dad!
I used to look up to you.
And now... you're pathetic.
Go!
They're coming for me, not for you.
- Dad...
- Go!
Stay right where you are.
You ruined everything.
People were gonna respect me...
Respect my work.
Now my son hates me because of you.
But this is how it ends.
Stay back, or I'll kill you, too.
It was their fault... all of them!
I just wanted them
to feel the pain that they made me feel.
Just put the gun down.
Why should you care
whether I live or die?
Especially when you know what I've done.
Mr. Dempsey, look away from the screen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fWOip86q3Mo
No. I wanna see.
I wanna finally see... my creation.
Stop right there!
Hey there, Luke.
Shut up.
Leave my father alone.
Luke, take it easy.
Stay back!
Dunham!
You okay?
Luke... Luke...
- What did you do to him?
- No, I didn't...
He went into a trance
and he shot himself.
Freeze!
On your knees, son.
I don't get it.
He knew he was killing those people.
Why would the kid protect
a murderer like that?
Because it's his father.
Sanford.
Interesting day.
So I hear.
For the record...
... your agent disobeyed
a direct order of mine,
released Luke Dempsey,
and then attempted to
apprehend the suspect
without backup.
From what I can tell,
agent Dunham closed this case
in spite of your obstructions.
She violated too many
aspects of FBI protocol
to even count!
She IDed a murderer,
contained a computer program
that melts people's brains...
- Listen to me, Phillip...
- No, you listen to me.
What you're passing off
as bureaucratic concern
looks an awful lot like
a personal vendetta,
and if you push it,
I will stake my career on her behalf.
Are you threatening me, Phillip?
You decide to go after Olivia Dunham,
you're going after me,
and all the red tape in
the world won't protect you.
You sure you're up for this?
I got a lotta red tape, Phillip.
Walter.
There's a woman here
who wants to talk to you.
She pretty?
She's right there.
Now, look...
If you need me, I'll be right here.
If you need to end the
conversation for any reason,
you just say the word.
My daughter's name was Carla Warren.
Oh, dear.
Do you remember her?
Yes.
I want to see you because...
... you were the last person
to see my daughter alive,
and...
... I've always wanted to ask...
Was there anything else I could know?
Anything, anything else...
... you could tell me about my daughter.
She was...
... a wonderful girl.
What I remember...
... is her smile.
She had a wonderful smile.
I miss Carla.
Me, too.
I miss her.
I'll tell you everything I remember
about our time together.
Part of me wants to ask you
to explain what happened with Ella.
But I'm not sure I'll
feel safer if I know.
You wouldn't.
How do you do it, Liv?
I brushed.
Fantastic.
Say good night.
Okay, come here and give me a kiss.
On the cheek.
I tricked you.
Okay. Good night, sweetheart.
Night.
Hi.
What's up?
First of all, I've
had a couple of drinks,
but don't worry... I walked over.
Okay.
And, uh...
I wanted to say that...
I've never had him in my life... Walter.
And now, thanks to your insane
freak show of an operation,
I do.
Have him in my life.
And I think that I was...
I think that I was a little scared.
And maybe if he... he
talked to that woman...
Whatever. I...
... I wanted to say that I'm sorry.
You were right.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Hi.
Hi.
How's Ella doing?
Good. Thanks.
Liv, she wants you to tuck her in.
Okay.
So I'll see you tomorrow.
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