FBI: Most Wanted (2020) s04e06 Episode Script
Patent Pending
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[EXCITED CHATTER]
[LIVELY MUSIC]
♪
Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.
There you are.
- What the hell?
- I'm looking for Molly.
- What?
- Molly.
It's 30 a point.
Not here.
Meet me around back.
♪
Look, just
just take my wallet, all right?
[GRUNTS]
[ENGINE TURNING OVER]
Oh, come on.
Oh, thank God you're here.
Look, is there a magic word
I need to say to turn this thing on?
Oh, yeah. That's easy.
Just go TV, receiver
source, channel, select.
Alakazam.
Yeah, so my first new roommate purchase
will be a universal remote.
Just don't delete
my "Jeopardy!" recordings.
I like to play along after work.
All right.
- You're up pretty early.
- Yeah.
Everything OK?
Yeah, I had my incident debrief meeting
off the Ollie Wallace kidnapping.
You were kidnapped too.
Ray, the only thing worse
than being forced
to talk about my feelings for an hour
would be rehashing
the conversation with you.
Boundaries.
Understood.
So did the shrink give you
the all-clear?
Yeah.
She made me fill a prescription
some anti-anxiety meds.
I mean, it's a low dose,
only take it as you need,
but it's just annoying
that she thinks I do.
Well, you've been through a lot.
It's part of the job, man.
I don't need drugs to deal with it.
You know, there were two other
agents waiting to talk to her.
I'm sure it just makes her
feel really important.
Or she's just trying to help.
[QUICKLY] I don't need her help.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hey, Remy. What's up?
So late last night, tech entrepreneur
and political activist Alan Mitchell
was abducted from a rave
at an abandoned warehouse in Greenpoint.
He made his money in fintech.
Now, Mitchell runs
a venture capital fund
when he's not greasing palms in D.C.
He was drugged and driven
across state lines
to his house in Greenwich, Connecticut,
where kidnappers stabbed him to death.
Why is a billionaire partying
with a bunch of 20-somethings
in a bombed-out warehouse in Brooklyn?
Possibly to score drugs.
One of the partygoers
who claims Mitchell tried
to buy Molly off of him
witnessed the abduction.
He ID'd the van our unsub
used to take Mitchell.
And all we got was
a partial plate and this guy.
So we're chasing Mr. Mustard Gas.
It's definitely a look.
Are we thinking
this is a targeted robbery?
Or maybe something political?
The murder was extremely violent,
so it could be he's trying
to send some kind of message.
Hana, run the partial plates.
See if we can track down this van.
Barnes and Ray, take the crime scene.
Kris and I will head over
to Mitchell's office.
All right, how do we know
Mitchell was drugged
before he was taken?
NYPD found the rag that was used
to knock him out at the scene.
Well, I can speak
from firsthand experience.
It's not a fun way to fly.
No, it was soaked in scopolamine,
- the so-called zombie drug.
- Unbelievable.
Coke and ecstasy
aren't enough these days?
It was also "Psychonaut Safari,"
so God knows what these people were on.
Unless it's an 18-year-old single malt
or a French Cabernet,
just say no, homeys.
That's my lesson for the day.
If you look at Mitchell's
surveillance video,
you'll notice the damnedest thing.
Give somebody this scopolamine,
they'll do whatever you ask.
Take them to the ATM,
they'll empty their whole
bank accounts for you.
Or open their safe, apparently.
Take a screengrab,
and send it to the rest of the team.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
Here's where it gets really weird.
Mitchell doesn't even fight back.
Can I see the safe, please?
Yeah, it's over here.
Whatever Mitchell kept in this safe,
our unsub didn't want it to be found.
Excuse me, can you send
the contents of this safe
to the Questioned Documents Unit?
Sure.
Let's see if they can salvage anything.
Yeah.
I'm sorry. I don't recognize him.
Do you know why your boss
was at a rave last night?
Mr. Mitchell was
what's known as a burner.
Since 2017, he's been a yearly fixture
at an outdoor festival.
I know what Burning Man is, Miss Reyes.
Not everyone in the FBI
irons their underwear.
Well, some of Mr. Mitchell's camp
throw warehouse parties in Brooklyn.
Elaborately themed, all-night raves.
Heavy on the EDM, light on the clothing.
Rich people party so weird, right?
I don't judge.
Did Mitchell receive any threats lately?
[SCOFFS] Are you kidding?
In addition to making
or breaking companies
with our VC investments,
he's been personally
bankrolling multiple super PACs,
backing pro-business
political candidates.
So he had enemies
on both sides of the aisle?
Looks like your boss
liquidated $50 million
into cash on hand two weeks ago.
What do you suppose he was
looking to bankroll with that money?
Mr. Mitchell was extremely private
about his personal investments.
- There are rules.
- All right.
Look. We're not the SEC, all right?
We're just trying to catch
the guy who murdered your boss.
Knowing Mitchell,
he was about to invest big
one lump sum into whatever he
thought the next hot startup would be.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hey, Hana.
I found a gray Ford Econoline van
matching our partial plate sequence.
It's registered to a nonprofit
in Hudson Valley.
I'm heading there now.
All right. Rendezvous with Barnes
and Ray. Call squad for backup.
And, Hana, you sure you're OK
being back in the field?
No place I'd rather be.
Happy to hear.
[HANGS UP]
- What is this place?
- Tax records say
it's a 501(C) called
Psychedelic Wilderness School.
Yeah, well, it must be fall
break because nobody's home.
I got eyes on someone.
Sir, FBI. We need to talk.
- You good, roomie?
- Yeah, I'm ready.
Sir, FBI!
Let's move in.
♪
- Hands in the air!
- FBI!
[SCREAMS]
Don't shoot.
What the hell's going on?
Mr. McCann, do you recognize this man?
That's Jake Cooley.
He's a student here at
the school my wife and I run.
And what kind
of educational opportunities
does a psychedelic
wilderness school offer?
Well, we have a guide training program
that teaches students
how to work with clients
in expanded states of consciousness.
People on drugs?
It's all legal, though.
Psychedelic therapy, right?
Yeah, I read that's
pretty cutting edge stuff.
Yeah, it is.
My wife, Becca, is an amazing chemist.
We run clinical trials on her
synthetic psilocybin here at PWS.
Magic mushrooms?
There's a lot of money to be made off
of delivering safe, approved medicines
derived from psychoactive compounds.
No sign of the missing man
or our fugitive.
Oh, Jake's a scholarship student here.
He couldn't afford tuition,
so Becca has him working part-time
as a handyman.
That's why he has access to our van.
Yeah, well, your handyman
stabbed a guy to death last night.
What?
Yeah.
Alan Mitchell.
No, I've never seen him before.
What else can you tell us about Jake?
Not much.
I don't work with the students.
I just handle the books.
Becca runs the school.
And where is Becca?
She's out of town on work.
The shroom boom keeps her
pretty busy these days.
I could get Jake's file
for you, if that would help.
That would be great. Yes, please.
- [PHONE CHIMES]
- Mr. McCann, thank you.
Jake's DMV photo.
OK, I'll get a BOLO out.
I'll run his cell and his last known.
Ray, can you alert Remy and Kristin?
Yep.
I can't believe Jake listed
me as his emergency contact.
Why? You're his half-sister.
We lost touch back in 2008
when our mom, Victoria, died.
Sorry for your loss.
Don't be.
The selfish bitch threw herself
off the Hudson Gorge.
Does Jake have any history of violence?
No acting out,
picking fights with strangers,
- that sort of thing?
- No.
He was always a sweet kid.
He just gets sad sometimes.
Did he suffer from the same
demons that plagued your mom?
Yeah.
That crap gets passed down, you know?
Yeah.
Did he seem worse off
the last time you spoke to him?
Any talk of self-harm?
Absolutely not.
No matter how dark things got,
Jake faced them head-on.
He was fearless, not like our mom.
His room's back that way.
Is it all right if I wait outside?
Of course.
We'll just be a minute.
Got some tears in these bedsheets.
They look like knife strikes.
♪
What's all this?
It's an altar, I think,
some kind of shrine
to focus on during psychedelic trips,
complete with a sacred vessel
to drink a hallucinogen from.
Yeah. Far out, man.
My ex, Carmen, was a little
[WHISTLES]
Took me to an ayahuasca ceremony once,
right off the Vegas strip.
I cried like a baby.
Did you?
- Did you find God?
- Carmen might have.
I was just lucky
to find a bucket to hurl in.
[CHUCKLES]
Look.
His experiences must have
been pretty impactful for him.
Look at the notes he kept.
I'll go through it and see
if there's any information here
that can help us.
I think it's safe to say
that Alan Mitchell
is not a target of opportunity.
This was definitely planned.
So much for peace, love,
and understanding.
This Jake is one troubled young man.
Yeah, and look
at those two empty frames.
Maybe there's two more targets.
[VOICEMAIL BEEPS]
Hey, Mitchell is dead.
You need to call me back now.
The FBI was here.
I'm so freaked out, I'm even thinking
of taking one of your pills.
Call me back, OK?
[FLOORBOARD CREAKS]
Hello?
Is someone there?
Hello?
♪
[FLOORBOARDS CREAK]
It looks very similar
to the Mitchell murder.
No sign of the murder weapon yet.
He probably used the same knife.
Hey, guys. I got something.
Looks like Jake went
on a little prescription-pill
Easter egg hunt last night.
He's an addict looking for drugs?
I don't think so.
He discarded the safety caps
but took the pill bottles with him.
Maybe he's destroying evidence.
He might have flushed the whole lot.
Hana, did we recover Leon's cell yet?
Not yet. I'm calling it now.
He didn't flush everything.
I found this on the table
in the other room.
Please, can someone tell me
what's going on?
- Who's that?
- Why can't I come
- Why can't I come inside?
- That is Leon's wife.
I have students here.
My husband is here.
Please tell me what's happening.
None of this makes any sense.
Jake barely knew my husband.
We believe he also murdered
a man named Alan Mitchell.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
I don't even know who that is.
We're sorry to have to ask this,
but did you and Jake have
any romantic entanglements?
Absolutely not.
I am a married woman.
Jake saw me more as
a maternal figure, Agent Scott.
We're aware of his mother's death.
Jake has treatment-resistant depression,
same as his mother, Victoria.
After her suicide,
he went on a merry-go-round
of antidepressants.
Nothing worked.
Your husband mentioned
that Jake was some sort
of scholarship student.
He couldn't afford our program,
so I made him the handyman here
on campus.
He also did odd jobs around our house
painting, gardening, that kind of thing.
Seems like a pretty blurry boundary.
We're a nontraditional school.
When another student brought Jake here
to try my synthetic psilocybin,
a ten-hour trip brought him further
than ten years of therapy.
Psychedelics saved Jake's life.
Or at least I thought they did.
Our condolences, Mrs. McCann.
Call me if you think of anything else.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Hey!
What you doing?
Put that back.
[GRUNTS]
♪
Sorry, Mom.
[SCREAMING]
♪
OK, right. I'll hold.
Got a tip
from Westchester County Police.
A man matching Jake's description
just broke into his mother's grave.
Does Westchester have eyes on Jake?
No, he assaulted the gravedigger,
almost killed the poor guy,
then stole his truck.
All right, we'll put out
an APB on his vehicle.
What did Jake take from the grave?
Apparently, his mother's ashes.
Somebody needs to tell this guy
Halloween was two weeks ago.
Was it a side effect
from the drugs he stole?
I mean, I took LSD one time in college,
and I watched wallpaper dance.
I didn't go around robbing graves.
- One time, huh?
- [CHUCKLES]
Wait.
November 11th?
Today would have been
Mommy Dearest's birthday.
Then, maybe that's what triggered Jake.
Well, according to Becca McCann,
his mother's death did
cause his depression.
That was QDU.
They were able to salvage
some of the burned documents
in Allen Mitchell's safe.
I sent you the file.
It looks like a pitch deck
for series A funding
for a startup called Rega Health.
It's a biotech firm run
by Swedish wonderboy Magnus Karlsson.
That must be the company
Mitchell was thinking
of investing 50 million in.
Yeah, hold on.
Maybe Rega Health makes RH-24.
Sorry about all the chaos,
but our angel investor
was murdered two nights ago.
- Mm, Alan Mitchell?
- Yes.
He had verbally committed to
coming on as founding partner.
Promised 50 million
before he was killed.
All right, look, I'm actually
here to talk about Leon McCann.
What about Leon? Is he all right?
No, he was found dead this morning,
murdered by the same guy
that killed Alan.
That can't be true.
Leon called me last night.
Was he an investor too?
No, he's my friend.
We went to university together.
This is awful.
What can you tell me about this pill?
We found it in Leon's office.
- Is this one of Rega's products?
- RH-24.
It's the flagship of our fleet.
A synthetic psilocybin
that we our fast-tracking
for FDA approval.
Synthetic psilocybin?
That sounds a lot like the pill
that Becca McCann developed.
Well, we had competing
patents for a time,
but that's all been taken care of.
- Taken care of how?
- We acquired
the McCanns' school and all
existing IPs two weeks ago,
after the judge approved
their separation agreement.
What separation?
Leon and Becca were getting divorced.
Didn't you know that?
I can give you her address.
She lives in Stone Ridge.
Good boy.
That's a good boy, Jake.
Can I be done now?
I need to be done.
We can't stop yet.
I did what you asked.
I killed them both.
Why did I kill them?
Because they took everything
my work, my livelihood,
my future.
Just like your mother took everything
when she abandoned you
and killed herself.
Drink this.
No, please.
I don't want any more of that.
It's the only way, Jake.
You trust me, don't you?
The only way out is through.
Exactly.
Did you bring me what I asked you for?
The ashes? Yeah.
♪
Thank you.
I know this must have
been so hard, Jake.
Now
You can really say goodbye.
Don't be sad.
Victoria abandoned you,
but I never will.
I'm your mother now.
Come here.
Oh, come here.
Thank you.
♪
Let's find out why Rebecca lied to us.
It's our stolen work truck.
I'll cover out back.
Jake could still be inside.
Rebecca McCann!
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
Jake Cooley!
FBI!
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Anything?
Clear.
Nothing.
Nobody's here.
The candle wax is still hot.
Looks like we just missed
the pajama party.
No sign of a struggle.
Becca's Subaru is missing from
the garage. I just put a BOLO out.
You think Jake kidnapped her?
Maybe.
Becca said Jake sees her
as a mother figure.
But what if he's in love with her,
kills her husband in a jealous rage
to keep her all for himself?
Except they're already
getting a divorce.
And it doesn't explain killing Mitchell.
Think about it: Becca lied to us
about her marriage and the school.
Then her soon-to-be ex
and the man looking
to finance a rival patent
wind up murdered by her star student.
Could be they were in this together.
But Jake's doing all the dirty work.
How's she making him do that?
This might have something to do with it.
- What's Mr. Ibogaine?
- I have no idea.
Whatever it is, maybe Becca is using it
to dose him, to control him.
Looks like it was created
by Becca and a J. Bleckley.
Why don't you two see if you
can find out who this Bleckley is?
Becca and I used
to work together as chemists
for a very long time.
Do you know about
her current job, Dr. Bleckley?
[CHUCKLES] Yes.
I was the one that
introduced her to psychedelics,
though she's long
overtaken my expertise.
We think she may have
convinced her student
to kill her husband and another man
over a dispute about a patent.
I used to tell Becca
that she reminded me
of liquid bromine in the lab
volatile.
She was convinced her husband's friend,
Magnus Karlsson,
copied her formula
for synthetic psilocybin.
He calls it RH-24.
And as a chemist, what do you think?
That you shouldn't be able
to patent a mushroom.
But Becca was probably right.
I mean, Magnus' crystalized salt forms
were identical to hers.
He was patent trolling.
And what else can you tell us
about Mr. Ibogaine?
What makes it different to RH-24?
It's a synthesis
that Becca and I developed.
She thought it was a breakthrough.
I disagreed.
Why is that?
Ibogaine is much stronger
than psilocybin.
People use it to confront mental blocks.
It creates a deep,
often emotionally painful trip.
Becca liked it
'cause it made her clients
like putty in her hands.
Well, that sounds dangerous.
It is.
It can create a heart attack
if you're not careful.
A powerful medicine
that is not to be trifled with.
And what about Becca's student?
Could she use Mr. Ibogaine
to talk him into murder?
Given the right regimen,
she could talk him into almost anything.
Psychedelics make the user
highly suggestible.
So what's the motive for murder here?
We know the school and that
pill were Becca's life's work
but also community property.
When they were sold, Becca was furious,
especially when she found out the buyer
was her husband's college
buddy, Magnus Karlsson,
at Rega Health.
If Becca blames Mitchell
and her husband,
she probably blames Magnus too.
Exactly.
Ray is on the way
to his office right now.
So we know this is a trigger for Becca,
but she's not the one
knifing people to death.
- So what about Jake?
- Well, he's under her control.
She's been feeding him ibogaine,
which makes people highly suggestible.
So he's some sort of Frankenstein?
Mm, that mixed with the Manson family.
What's all that?
Jake made hundreds of entries
into these journals, OK?
So his trips are like
religious experiences,
and Becca controls when, where,
and how he communes with the mystics.
Sounds like a lot of sway.
Right? Almost godlike.
[PHONE RINGING]
Ray, you got eyes on Magnus?
Oh, the office is empty.
Lady at the desk says they
all went to Hotel Anderson.
- For what?
- She's a temp.
- She doesn't know.
- OK.
Rega Health has a reservation
in the main ballroom
at the Anderson today.
There's an investment
presentation at 10:00 a.m.,
and the keynote speaker
is Magnus Karlsson.
If Becca thinks he stole her patent
She's gonna make him pay
one way or another.
Ray, alert PD and meet us there.
Copy that.
♪
What's that?
What does it look like, Jake?
Do you even know how to use a gun?
[GUN COCKS]
I'm a woman of many talents.
Hey, how's your head?
Uh, it's kind of fuzzy still.
- Is that normal?
- Yeah.
Yeah, let's get breakfast,
and you'll be fine.
No. No more ibogaine.
We can't stop now, Jake.
I keep seeing Leon's face.
This is gonna help with that.
Hey.
Hey.
I am here for you.
Yeah, you're gonna be fine.
Good boy.
Come here. Come here.
[WHIMPERS]
Come here.
♪
Mr. Karlsson. Remy Scott, FBI.
Becca and Jake may be inside the hotel.
- Do you have proof of that?
- No.
But it's highly likely
you're the next target.
There are agents and cops at every door.
I worked too long and too hard
to turn back now, Agent Scott.
I need this money,
and I need this presentation.
I'll be fine.
Dumbass.
Anyone have a visual yet?
No sign of Jake or Becca.
Is Magnus aware of the situation?
He says the show must go on.
It is pretty impressive glossy
magazines, branded water bottles.
Post-money up-round equity multipliers.
Was that English?
I pay attention, and I listen.
In fact,
I'm thinking about getting in
on the ground floor.
You're gonna need more
than your paycheck
to buy in here, Rook.
Kristin, any luck?
Still no sign of Becca's Subaru.
NYPD has roadblocks
and foot patrol in place
- around the hotel.
- All right.
Well, we've got unis at every exit.
We're covering every floor.
If her car's in here, we'll find it.
Hana, we open for business?
Open like a root chakra.
Any hits on Jake or Becca's name?
I've gone through guest
panel, attendees, employees.
Nothing yet.
What about security cameras?
I'm slogging through the footage now,
but it's a pretty big hotel.
Magnus is about to start.
Tick tock, people.
Hello. Thank you for coming.
My name is Magnus Karlsson.
And today, I want to talk to you
about the future of mental health.
[APPLAUSE]
Remy, we found Becca's Subaru.
We're on P-3
near the southeast stairwell.
Scrubbing those cameras now.
Any sight of our fugitives?
All right. I may have something here.
Talk to me, Kristin.
It's ibogaine.
- Say again?
- Ibogaine.
They must have a thousand doses of it.
What are we missing here, guys?
- Secure that for me.
- Yeah.
Becca doesn't need that much
ibogaine to control Jake.
Maybe they had a plan.
Somebody saw them. They got spooked.
They might not even be in the hotel.
Despite all of these obstacles,
our team at Rega persevered.
So now, you each and every
one of you in this room
has the unique opportunity
to share in the "flutes" of our labor.
Oh, sorry, the fruits.
Treatment-resistant depression.
Becca said that's what Jake had.
Guys, what are we talking about?
The presentation in here.
Jake and Becca may have left,
but they were definitely here earlier.
How do you know?
I've got him on video
dressed as a delivery man.
No sign of Becca, but
he signed in as a Vic Dufresne.
Vic as in Victoria.
Why would he use his mother's name?
Maybe Becca made him.
She could be setting him up.
For what?
What was he delivering?
I'm not sure, but he signed in
with the company
Custom Hydration Solutions.
The future is now, my friends.
[STAMMERING]
The psychedelic
uh, renaissance
There's something wrong
with Rega's board members.
The ren
Ren renaissance
The water.
The
They drugged the water.
No one drink the water!
Someone call 911.
[COUGHING]
We've been through the entire hotel.
There's still no sign of Becca or Jake.
It looks like only the board members
were exposed to the tainted water.
- How's Magnus?
- If he doesn't have
a heart attack
on the way to the hospital,
he will when he realizes
his funding has dried up.
Just got a credit card hit
from Grand Central.
Jake bought two tickets on
the Metro North 20 minutes ago.
OK, that narrows it down,
but there are still
multiple lines from there.
And he could literally
get off at any stop.
Look, I hate to be that guy,
but we are losing them.
Hudson line.
- Hudson Gorge.
- Croton-Harmon stop.
That's where Jake's mother
committed suicide.
It's worth a shot.
Ray and Barnes with me.
We'll race up the Hudson,
try to catch that train.
You two head back to the MCC
in case we guessed wrong.
Do you know where we are?
The gorge.
Mom used to bring me here
to go sledding in the winter.
That's right,
before she abandoned you.
We did great things together, you and I.
And now, you just have
to take one final step.
I promise you.
This is gonna make everything better.
It's time, Jake.
You can do this.
If we're right about the gorge,
this all goes back to Jake's mother.
That explains the mother's ashes.
Maybe Becca put him up to that too.
Becca said Jake saw her
as a maternal figure.
Taking on that role plays directly
into Jake's deepest trauma.
If she wants to control Jake,
there's no better place to
start your Svengali than there.
Wait a second.
Jake writes a lot
about a hallucination he had,
that he was there
on the day his mom died.
That's a horrible moment to relive.
In his vision, it's snowing.
She loses her way on a trail.
Where is it?
He's calling out to her.
Here. "I was yelling, screaming
to follow the sound of my voice,
"but she couldn't hear me
in the whiteout,
"couldn't read the warning signs.
She never even saw the ledge."
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[BEEPING]
State police have eyes on a
male and female on the bridge.
Tell them to stand down.
We're pulling up.
Good boy, Jake.
You won't feel a thing. I promise.
Sometimes the only way out is down.
FBI! Don't move!
Thank God you're here.
- He tried to kidnap me.
- Is that true, Jake?
He told me this was the end of the line.
Move back! He's gonna jump!
The next words out of your mouth
better be some inspired-ass
Dalai Lama line
because it's going on your tombstone.
Jake, I need you to step
off the ledge, son.
He doesn't love you like I do.
Can you hear me?
Jake?
Your sister told me you were fearless,
that no matter how dark things got,
you face them head-on.
Let's talk about this.
You want to know what I think?
I think your teacher here, or your guru,
or whatever the hell she is,
has been manipulating you.
Don't trust him.
And I'm pretty sure
she's been drugging you too.
This doesn't have to end
like that day your mom died.
Don't listen, Jake.
Just follow the sound of my voice.
Don't listen, Jake.
Don't get lost in the snow.
This can be over now, Jake.
Don't get lost in the snow, Jake.
Jake.
You can do this, Jake.
[SOBBING]
Jake.
What what have you done?
Jake.
[GUNSHOTS]
No.
[WATER SPLASHES]
Jake, I need you
to step back off the ledge.
I'm sorry.
You're killing the wrong person.
I'm so sorry.
- Jake!
- No!
It's OK. It's OK.
She can't control you anymore.
♪
Becca tried to pin everything on Jake.
The grave robbery, using
his mother's name at the hotel.
All part of Becca's plan to frame him.
Make it look like Jake snapped.
Convince him to jump
or put a bullet in the back of his head.
All for a stupid little pill.
Yeah, worth a boatload of money.
Look, with Leon dead,
Rega an unfunded laughingstock,
Becca could reformulate her design.
And then, she could refile
for a new patent,
making her filthy rich.
Not to mention the murdering people
and getting herself killed part.
Well, you know what they say.
The best laid plans
[CHUCKLES]
I don't know why people think
a pill can solve all their problems.
I think medication
can be a powerful tool.
And if it works for you, great.
But most of the time,
no, we got to walk out
of the darkness on our own.
- Yeah, but how?
- Ooh.
Now, I don't have any
of those magic answers,
but I do know what helps me.
You know what?
I want to show you something.
[CHUCKLES]
Wow.
You know, I've lived here five years,
and I hardly ever come up here.
Yeah. No, it's great up here.
But it's gonna get better, all right?
I kind of made some renovations.
Cool.
Ah.
Oh, are these yours?
Yeah, they're my backup set,
but, you know, they do the trick.
Dude, you're gonna kill somebody.
I am not, all right?
They're gonna go in the river.
Watch.
Whoa.
Now, that is therapy.
Your turn.
Oh, no. That's not really my thing.
Come on, give it a try. It's fun.
[SIGHS] OK.
[LAUGHTER]
Oh, a ball.
- OK, let me set you up here.
- OK.
All right. Just line up and swing.
- Oh, wow.
- Ooh, yeah.
- I suck.
- No. No, you don't.
I set you up for failure.
Here. Hold on.
Ah, here we go. All right.
Now, I want you to take
your index and your pinky here.
You're gonna want to interlock them.
Yeah. Nice, firm grip. There you go.
Do it. There we go.
First time. All right.
[CHUCKLES]
All-time natural, huh?
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
[GENTLE MUSIC]
♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[WOLF HOWLS]
[EXCITED CHATTER]
[LIVELY MUSIC]
♪
Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.
There you are.
- What the hell?
- I'm looking for Molly.
- What?
- Molly.
It's 30 a point.
Not here.
Meet me around back.
♪
Look, just
just take my wallet, all right?
[GRUNTS]
[ENGINE TURNING OVER]
Oh, come on.
Oh, thank God you're here.
Look, is there a magic word
I need to say to turn this thing on?
Oh, yeah. That's easy.
Just go TV, receiver
source, channel, select.
Alakazam.
Yeah, so my first new roommate purchase
will be a universal remote.
Just don't delete
my "Jeopardy!" recordings.
I like to play along after work.
All right.
- You're up pretty early.
- Yeah.
Everything OK?
Yeah, I had my incident debrief meeting
off the Ollie Wallace kidnapping.
You were kidnapped too.
Ray, the only thing worse
than being forced
to talk about my feelings for an hour
would be rehashing
the conversation with you.
Boundaries.
Understood.
So did the shrink give you
the all-clear?
Yeah.
She made me fill a prescription
some anti-anxiety meds.
I mean, it's a low dose,
only take it as you need,
but it's just annoying
that she thinks I do.
Well, you've been through a lot.
It's part of the job, man.
I don't need drugs to deal with it.
You know, there were two other
agents waiting to talk to her.
I'm sure it just makes her
feel really important.
Or she's just trying to help.
[QUICKLY] I don't need her help.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hey, Remy. What's up?
So late last night, tech entrepreneur
and political activist Alan Mitchell
was abducted from a rave
at an abandoned warehouse in Greenpoint.
He made his money in fintech.
Now, Mitchell runs
a venture capital fund
when he's not greasing palms in D.C.
He was drugged and driven
across state lines
to his house in Greenwich, Connecticut,
where kidnappers stabbed him to death.
Why is a billionaire partying
with a bunch of 20-somethings
in a bombed-out warehouse in Brooklyn?
Possibly to score drugs.
One of the partygoers
who claims Mitchell tried
to buy Molly off of him
witnessed the abduction.
He ID'd the van our unsub
used to take Mitchell.
And all we got was
a partial plate and this guy.
So we're chasing Mr. Mustard Gas.
It's definitely a look.
Are we thinking
this is a targeted robbery?
Or maybe something political?
The murder was extremely violent,
so it could be he's trying
to send some kind of message.
Hana, run the partial plates.
See if we can track down this van.
Barnes and Ray, take the crime scene.
Kris and I will head over
to Mitchell's office.
All right, how do we know
Mitchell was drugged
before he was taken?
NYPD found the rag that was used
to knock him out at the scene.
Well, I can speak
from firsthand experience.
It's not a fun way to fly.
No, it was soaked in scopolamine,
- the so-called zombie drug.
- Unbelievable.
Coke and ecstasy
aren't enough these days?
It was also "Psychonaut Safari,"
so God knows what these people were on.
Unless it's an 18-year-old single malt
or a French Cabernet,
just say no, homeys.
That's my lesson for the day.
If you look at Mitchell's
surveillance video,
you'll notice the damnedest thing.
Give somebody this scopolamine,
they'll do whatever you ask.
Take them to the ATM,
they'll empty their whole
bank accounts for you.
Or open their safe, apparently.
Take a screengrab,
and send it to the rest of the team.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
Here's where it gets really weird.
Mitchell doesn't even fight back.
Can I see the safe, please?
Yeah, it's over here.
Whatever Mitchell kept in this safe,
our unsub didn't want it to be found.
Excuse me, can you send
the contents of this safe
to the Questioned Documents Unit?
Sure.
Let's see if they can salvage anything.
Yeah.
I'm sorry. I don't recognize him.
Do you know why your boss
was at a rave last night?
Mr. Mitchell was
what's known as a burner.
Since 2017, he's been a yearly fixture
at an outdoor festival.
I know what Burning Man is, Miss Reyes.
Not everyone in the FBI
irons their underwear.
Well, some of Mr. Mitchell's camp
throw warehouse parties in Brooklyn.
Elaborately themed, all-night raves.
Heavy on the EDM, light on the clothing.
Rich people party so weird, right?
I don't judge.
Did Mitchell receive any threats lately?
[SCOFFS] Are you kidding?
In addition to making
or breaking companies
with our VC investments,
he's been personally
bankrolling multiple super PACs,
backing pro-business
political candidates.
So he had enemies
on both sides of the aisle?
Looks like your boss
liquidated $50 million
into cash on hand two weeks ago.
What do you suppose he was
looking to bankroll with that money?
Mr. Mitchell was extremely private
about his personal investments.
- There are rules.
- All right.
Look. We're not the SEC, all right?
We're just trying to catch
the guy who murdered your boss.
Knowing Mitchell,
he was about to invest big
one lump sum into whatever he
thought the next hot startup would be.
[PHONE RINGING]
Hey, Hana.
I found a gray Ford Econoline van
matching our partial plate sequence.
It's registered to a nonprofit
in Hudson Valley.
I'm heading there now.
All right. Rendezvous with Barnes
and Ray. Call squad for backup.
And, Hana, you sure you're OK
being back in the field?
No place I'd rather be.
Happy to hear.
[HANGS UP]
- What is this place?
- Tax records say
it's a 501(C) called
Psychedelic Wilderness School.
Yeah, well, it must be fall
break because nobody's home.
I got eyes on someone.
Sir, FBI. We need to talk.
- You good, roomie?
- Yeah, I'm ready.
Sir, FBI!
Let's move in.
♪
- Hands in the air!
- FBI!
[SCREAMS]
Don't shoot.
What the hell's going on?
Mr. McCann, do you recognize this man?
That's Jake Cooley.
He's a student here at
the school my wife and I run.
And what kind
of educational opportunities
does a psychedelic
wilderness school offer?
Well, we have a guide training program
that teaches students
how to work with clients
in expanded states of consciousness.
People on drugs?
It's all legal, though.
Psychedelic therapy, right?
Yeah, I read that's
pretty cutting edge stuff.
Yeah, it is.
My wife, Becca, is an amazing chemist.
We run clinical trials on her
synthetic psilocybin here at PWS.
Magic mushrooms?
There's a lot of money to be made off
of delivering safe, approved medicines
derived from psychoactive compounds.
No sign of the missing man
or our fugitive.
Oh, Jake's a scholarship student here.
He couldn't afford tuition,
so Becca has him working part-time
as a handyman.
That's why he has access to our van.
Yeah, well, your handyman
stabbed a guy to death last night.
What?
Yeah.
Alan Mitchell.
No, I've never seen him before.
What else can you tell us about Jake?
Not much.
I don't work with the students.
I just handle the books.
Becca runs the school.
And where is Becca?
She's out of town on work.
The shroom boom keeps her
pretty busy these days.
I could get Jake's file
for you, if that would help.
That would be great. Yes, please.
- [PHONE CHIMES]
- Mr. McCann, thank you.
Jake's DMV photo.
OK, I'll get a BOLO out.
I'll run his cell and his last known.
Ray, can you alert Remy and Kristin?
Yep.
I can't believe Jake listed
me as his emergency contact.
Why? You're his half-sister.
We lost touch back in 2008
when our mom, Victoria, died.
Sorry for your loss.
Don't be.
The selfish bitch threw herself
off the Hudson Gorge.
Does Jake have any history of violence?
No acting out,
picking fights with strangers,
- that sort of thing?
- No.
He was always a sweet kid.
He just gets sad sometimes.
Did he suffer from the same
demons that plagued your mom?
Yeah.
That crap gets passed down, you know?
Yeah.
Did he seem worse off
the last time you spoke to him?
Any talk of self-harm?
Absolutely not.
No matter how dark things got,
Jake faced them head-on.
He was fearless, not like our mom.
His room's back that way.
Is it all right if I wait outside?
Of course.
We'll just be a minute.
Got some tears in these bedsheets.
They look like knife strikes.
♪
What's all this?
It's an altar, I think,
some kind of shrine
to focus on during psychedelic trips,
complete with a sacred vessel
to drink a hallucinogen from.
Yeah. Far out, man.
My ex, Carmen, was a little
[WHISTLES]
Took me to an ayahuasca ceremony once,
right off the Vegas strip.
I cried like a baby.
Did you?
- Did you find God?
- Carmen might have.
I was just lucky
to find a bucket to hurl in.
[CHUCKLES]
Look.
His experiences must have
been pretty impactful for him.
Look at the notes he kept.
I'll go through it and see
if there's any information here
that can help us.
I think it's safe to say
that Alan Mitchell
is not a target of opportunity.
This was definitely planned.
So much for peace, love,
and understanding.
This Jake is one troubled young man.
Yeah, and look
at those two empty frames.
Maybe there's two more targets.
[VOICEMAIL BEEPS]
Hey, Mitchell is dead.
You need to call me back now.
The FBI was here.
I'm so freaked out, I'm even thinking
of taking one of your pills.
Call me back, OK?
[FLOORBOARD CREAKS]
Hello?
Is someone there?
Hello?
♪
[FLOORBOARDS CREAK]
It looks very similar
to the Mitchell murder.
No sign of the murder weapon yet.
He probably used the same knife.
Hey, guys. I got something.
Looks like Jake went
on a little prescription-pill
Easter egg hunt last night.
He's an addict looking for drugs?
I don't think so.
He discarded the safety caps
but took the pill bottles with him.
Maybe he's destroying evidence.
He might have flushed the whole lot.
Hana, did we recover Leon's cell yet?
Not yet. I'm calling it now.
He didn't flush everything.
I found this on the table
in the other room.
Please, can someone tell me
what's going on?
- Who's that?
- Why can't I come
- Why can't I come inside?
- That is Leon's wife.
I have students here.
My husband is here.
Please tell me what's happening.
None of this makes any sense.
Jake barely knew my husband.
We believe he also murdered
a man named Alan Mitchell.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
I don't even know who that is.
We're sorry to have to ask this,
but did you and Jake have
any romantic entanglements?
Absolutely not.
I am a married woman.
Jake saw me more as
a maternal figure, Agent Scott.
We're aware of his mother's death.
Jake has treatment-resistant depression,
same as his mother, Victoria.
After her suicide,
he went on a merry-go-round
of antidepressants.
Nothing worked.
Your husband mentioned
that Jake was some sort
of scholarship student.
He couldn't afford our program,
so I made him the handyman here
on campus.
He also did odd jobs around our house
painting, gardening, that kind of thing.
Seems like a pretty blurry boundary.
We're a nontraditional school.
When another student brought Jake here
to try my synthetic psilocybin,
a ten-hour trip brought him further
than ten years of therapy.
Psychedelics saved Jake's life.
Or at least I thought they did.
Our condolences, Mrs. McCann.
Call me if you think of anything else.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Hey!
What you doing?
Put that back.
[GRUNTS]
♪
Sorry, Mom.
[SCREAMING]
♪
OK, right. I'll hold.
Got a tip
from Westchester County Police.
A man matching Jake's description
just broke into his mother's grave.
Does Westchester have eyes on Jake?
No, he assaulted the gravedigger,
almost killed the poor guy,
then stole his truck.
All right, we'll put out
an APB on his vehicle.
What did Jake take from the grave?
Apparently, his mother's ashes.
Somebody needs to tell this guy
Halloween was two weeks ago.
Was it a side effect
from the drugs he stole?
I mean, I took LSD one time in college,
and I watched wallpaper dance.
I didn't go around robbing graves.
- One time, huh?
- [CHUCKLES]
Wait.
November 11th?
Today would have been
Mommy Dearest's birthday.
Then, maybe that's what triggered Jake.
Well, according to Becca McCann,
his mother's death did
cause his depression.
That was QDU.
They were able to salvage
some of the burned documents
in Allen Mitchell's safe.
I sent you the file.
It looks like a pitch deck
for series A funding
for a startup called Rega Health.
It's a biotech firm run
by Swedish wonderboy Magnus Karlsson.
That must be the company
Mitchell was thinking
of investing 50 million in.
Yeah, hold on.
Maybe Rega Health makes RH-24.
Sorry about all the chaos,
but our angel investor
was murdered two nights ago.
- Mm, Alan Mitchell?
- Yes.
He had verbally committed to
coming on as founding partner.
Promised 50 million
before he was killed.
All right, look, I'm actually
here to talk about Leon McCann.
What about Leon? Is he all right?
No, he was found dead this morning,
murdered by the same guy
that killed Alan.
That can't be true.
Leon called me last night.
Was he an investor too?
No, he's my friend.
We went to university together.
This is awful.
What can you tell me about this pill?
We found it in Leon's office.
- Is this one of Rega's products?
- RH-24.
It's the flagship of our fleet.
A synthetic psilocybin
that we our fast-tracking
for FDA approval.
Synthetic psilocybin?
That sounds a lot like the pill
that Becca McCann developed.
Well, we had competing
patents for a time,
but that's all been taken care of.
- Taken care of how?
- We acquired
the McCanns' school and all
existing IPs two weeks ago,
after the judge approved
their separation agreement.
What separation?
Leon and Becca were getting divorced.
Didn't you know that?
I can give you her address.
She lives in Stone Ridge.
Good boy.
That's a good boy, Jake.
Can I be done now?
I need to be done.
We can't stop yet.
I did what you asked.
I killed them both.
Why did I kill them?
Because they took everything
my work, my livelihood,
my future.
Just like your mother took everything
when she abandoned you
and killed herself.
Drink this.
No, please.
I don't want any more of that.
It's the only way, Jake.
You trust me, don't you?
The only way out is through.
Exactly.
Did you bring me what I asked you for?
The ashes? Yeah.
♪
Thank you.
I know this must have
been so hard, Jake.
Now
You can really say goodbye.
Don't be sad.
Victoria abandoned you,
but I never will.
I'm your mother now.
Come here.
Oh, come here.
Thank you.
♪
Let's find out why Rebecca lied to us.
It's our stolen work truck.
I'll cover out back.
Jake could still be inside.
Rebecca McCann!
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
Jake Cooley!
FBI!
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
Anything?
Clear.
Nothing.
Nobody's here.
The candle wax is still hot.
Looks like we just missed
the pajama party.
No sign of a struggle.
Becca's Subaru is missing from
the garage. I just put a BOLO out.
You think Jake kidnapped her?
Maybe.
Becca said Jake sees her
as a mother figure.
But what if he's in love with her,
kills her husband in a jealous rage
to keep her all for himself?
Except they're already
getting a divorce.
And it doesn't explain killing Mitchell.
Think about it: Becca lied to us
about her marriage and the school.
Then her soon-to-be ex
and the man looking
to finance a rival patent
wind up murdered by her star student.
Could be they were in this together.
But Jake's doing all the dirty work.
How's she making him do that?
This might have something to do with it.
- What's Mr. Ibogaine?
- I have no idea.
Whatever it is, maybe Becca is using it
to dose him, to control him.
Looks like it was created
by Becca and a J. Bleckley.
Why don't you two see if you
can find out who this Bleckley is?
Becca and I used
to work together as chemists
for a very long time.
Do you know about
her current job, Dr. Bleckley?
[CHUCKLES] Yes.
I was the one that
introduced her to psychedelics,
though she's long
overtaken my expertise.
We think she may have
convinced her student
to kill her husband and another man
over a dispute about a patent.
I used to tell Becca
that she reminded me
of liquid bromine in the lab
volatile.
She was convinced her husband's friend,
Magnus Karlsson,
copied her formula
for synthetic psilocybin.
He calls it RH-24.
And as a chemist, what do you think?
That you shouldn't be able
to patent a mushroom.
But Becca was probably right.
I mean, Magnus' crystalized salt forms
were identical to hers.
He was patent trolling.
And what else can you tell us
about Mr. Ibogaine?
What makes it different to RH-24?
It's a synthesis
that Becca and I developed.
She thought it was a breakthrough.
I disagreed.
Why is that?
Ibogaine is much stronger
than psilocybin.
People use it to confront mental blocks.
It creates a deep,
often emotionally painful trip.
Becca liked it
'cause it made her clients
like putty in her hands.
Well, that sounds dangerous.
It is.
It can create a heart attack
if you're not careful.
A powerful medicine
that is not to be trifled with.
And what about Becca's student?
Could she use Mr. Ibogaine
to talk him into murder?
Given the right regimen,
she could talk him into almost anything.
Psychedelics make the user
highly suggestible.
So what's the motive for murder here?
We know the school and that
pill were Becca's life's work
but also community property.
When they were sold, Becca was furious,
especially when she found out the buyer
was her husband's college
buddy, Magnus Karlsson,
at Rega Health.
If Becca blames Mitchell
and her husband,
she probably blames Magnus too.
Exactly.
Ray is on the way
to his office right now.
So we know this is a trigger for Becca,
but she's not the one
knifing people to death.
- So what about Jake?
- Well, he's under her control.
She's been feeding him ibogaine,
which makes people highly suggestible.
So he's some sort of Frankenstein?
Mm, that mixed with the Manson family.
What's all that?
Jake made hundreds of entries
into these journals, OK?
So his trips are like
religious experiences,
and Becca controls when, where,
and how he communes with the mystics.
Sounds like a lot of sway.
Right? Almost godlike.
[PHONE RINGING]
Ray, you got eyes on Magnus?
Oh, the office is empty.
Lady at the desk says they
all went to Hotel Anderson.
- For what?
- She's a temp.
- She doesn't know.
- OK.
Rega Health has a reservation
in the main ballroom
at the Anderson today.
There's an investment
presentation at 10:00 a.m.,
and the keynote speaker
is Magnus Karlsson.
If Becca thinks he stole her patent
She's gonna make him pay
one way or another.
Ray, alert PD and meet us there.
Copy that.
♪
What's that?
What does it look like, Jake?
Do you even know how to use a gun?
[GUN COCKS]
I'm a woman of many talents.
Hey, how's your head?
Uh, it's kind of fuzzy still.
- Is that normal?
- Yeah.
Yeah, let's get breakfast,
and you'll be fine.
No. No more ibogaine.
We can't stop now, Jake.
I keep seeing Leon's face.
This is gonna help with that.
Hey.
Hey.
I am here for you.
Yeah, you're gonna be fine.
Good boy.
Come here. Come here.
[WHIMPERS]
Come here.
♪
Mr. Karlsson. Remy Scott, FBI.
Becca and Jake may be inside the hotel.
- Do you have proof of that?
- No.
But it's highly likely
you're the next target.
There are agents and cops at every door.
I worked too long and too hard
to turn back now, Agent Scott.
I need this money,
and I need this presentation.
I'll be fine.
Dumbass.
Anyone have a visual yet?
No sign of Jake or Becca.
Is Magnus aware of the situation?
He says the show must go on.
It is pretty impressive glossy
magazines, branded water bottles.
Post-money up-round equity multipliers.
Was that English?
I pay attention, and I listen.
In fact,
I'm thinking about getting in
on the ground floor.
You're gonna need more
than your paycheck
to buy in here, Rook.
Kristin, any luck?
Still no sign of Becca's Subaru.
NYPD has roadblocks
and foot patrol in place
- around the hotel.
- All right.
Well, we've got unis at every exit.
We're covering every floor.
If her car's in here, we'll find it.
Hana, we open for business?
Open like a root chakra.
Any hits on Jake or Becca's name?
I've gone through guest
panel, attendees, employees.
Nothing yet.
What about security cameras?
I'm slogging through the footage now,
but it's a pretty big hotel.
Magnus is about to start.
Tick tock, people.
Hello. Thank you for coming.
My name is Magnus Karlsson.
And today, I want to talk to you
about the future of mental health.
[APPLAUSE]
Remy, we found Becca's Subaru.
We're on P-3
near the southeast stairwell.
Scrubbing those cameras now.
Any sight of our fugitives?
All right. I may have something here.
Talk to me, Kristin.
It's ibogaine.
- Say again?
- Ibogaine.
They must have a thousand doses of it.
What are we missing here, guys?
- Secure that for me.
- Yeah.
Becca doesn't need that much
ibogaine to control Jake.
Maybe they had a plan.
Somebody saw them. They got spooked.
They might not even be in the hotel.
Despite all of these obstacles,
our team at Rega persevered.
So now, you each and every
one of you in this room
has the unique opportunity
to share in the "flutes" of our labor.
Oh, sorry, the fruits.
Treatment-resistant depression.
Becca said that's what Jake had.
Guys, what are we talking about?
The presentation in here.
Jake and Becca may have left,
but they were definitely here earlier.
How do you know?
I've got him on video
dressed as a delivery man.
No sign of Becca, but
he signed in as a Vic Dufresne.
Vic as in Victoria.
Why would he use his mother's name?
Maybe Becca made him.
She could be setting him up.
For what?
What was he delivering?
I'm not sure, but he signed in
with the company
Custom Hydration Solutions.
The future is now, my friends.
[STAMMERING]
The psychedelic
uh, renaissance
There's something wrong
with Rega's board members.
The ren
Ren renaissance
The water.
The
They drugged the water.
No one drink the water!
Someone call 911.
[COUGHING]
We've been through the entire hotel.
There's still no sign of Becca or Jake.
It looks like only the board members
were exposed to the tainted water.
- How's Magnus?
- If he doesn't have
a heart attack
on the way to the hospital,
he will when he realizes
his funding has dried up.
Just got a credit card hit
from Grand Central.
Jake bought two tickets on
the Metro North 20 minutes ago.
OK, that narrows it down,
but there are still
multiple lines from there.
And he could literally
get off at any stop.
Look, I hate to be that guy,
but we are losing them.
Hudson line.
- Hudson Gorge.
- Croton-Harmon stop.
That's where Jake's mother
committed suicide.
It's worth a shot.
Ray and Barnes with me.
We'll race up the Hudson,
try to catch that train.
You two head back to the MCC
in case we guessed wrong.
Do you know where we are?
The gorge.
Mom used to bring me here
to go sledding in the winter.
That's right,
before she abandoned you.
We did great things together, you and I.
And now, you just have
to take one final step.
I promise you.
This is gonna make everything better.
It's time, Jake.
You can do this.
If we're right about the gorge,
this all goes back to Jake's mother.
That explains the mother's ashes.
Maybe Becca put him up to that too.
Becca said Jake saw her
as a maternal figure.
Taking on that role plays directly
into Jake's deepest trauma.
If she wants to control Jake,
there's no better place to
start your Svengali than there.
Wait a second.
Jake writes a lot
about a hallucination he had,
that he was there
on the day his mom died.
That's a horrible moment to relive.
In his vision, it's snowing.
She loses her way on a trail.
Where is it?
He's calling out to her.
Here. "I was yelling, screaming
to follow the sound of my voice,
"but she couldn't hear me
in the whiteout,
"couldn't read the warning signs.
She never even saw the ledge."
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[BEEPING]
State police have eyes on a
male and female on the bridge.
Tell them to stand down.
We're pulling up.
Good boy, Jake.
You won't feel a thing. I promise.
Sometimes the only way out is down.
FBI! Don't move!
Thank God you're here.
- He tried to kidnap me.
- Is that true, Jake?
He told me this was the end of the line.
Move back! He's gonna jump!
The next words out of your mouth
better be some inspired-ass
Dalai Lama line
because it's going on your tombstone.
Jake, I need you to step
off the ledge, son.
He doesn't love you like I do.
Can you hear me?
Jake?
Your sister told me you were fearless,
that no matter how dark things got,
you face them head-on.
Let's talk about this.
You want to know what I think?
I think your teacher here, or your guru,
or whatever the hell she is,
has been manipulating you.
Don't trust him.
And I'm pretty sure
she's been drugging you too.
This doesn't have to end
like that day your mom died.
Don't listen, Jake.
Just follow the sound of my voice.
Don't listen, Jake.
Don't get lost in the snow.
This can be over now, Jake.
Don't get lost in the snow, Jake.
Jake.
You can do this, Jake.
[SOBBING]
Jake.
What what have you done?
Jake.
[GUNSHOTS]
No.
[WATER SPLASHES]
Jake, I need you
to step back off the ledge.
I'm sorry.
You're killing the wrong person.
I'm so sorry.
- Jake!
- No!
It's OK. It's OK.
She can't control you anymore.
♪
Becca tried to pin everything on Jake.
The grave robbery, using
his mother's name at the hotel.
All part of Becca's plan to frame him.
Make it look like Jake snapped.
Convince him to jump
or put a bullet in the back of his head.
All for a stupid little pill.
Yeah, worth a boatload of money.
Look, with Leon dead,
Rega an unfunded laughingstock,
Becca could reformulate her design.
And then, she could refile
for a new patent,
making her filthy rich.
Not to mention the murdering people
and getting herself killed part.
Well, you know what they say.
The best laid plans
[CHUCKLES]
I don't know why people think
a pill can solve all their problems.
I think medication
can be a powerful tool.
And if it works for you, great.
But most of the time,
no, we got to walk out
of the darkness on our own.
- Yeah, but how?
- Ooh.
Now, I don't have any
of those magic answers,
but I do know what helps me.
You know what?
I want to show you something.
[CHUCKLES]
Wow.
You know, I've lived here five years,
and I hardly ever come up here.
Yeah. No, it's great up here.
But it's gonna get better, all right?
I kind of made some renovations.
Cool.
Ah.
Oh, are these yours?
Yeah, they're my backup set,
but, you know, they do the trick.
Dude, you're gonna kill somebody.
I am not, all right?
They're gonna go in the river.
Watch.
Whoa.
Now, that is therapy.
Your turn.
Oh, no. That's not really my thing.
Come on, give it a try. It's fun.
[SIGHS] OK.
[LAUGHTER]
Oh, a ball.
- OK, let me set you up here.
- OK.
All right. Just line up and swing.
- Oh, wow.
- Ooh, yeah.
- I suck.
- No. No, you don't.
I set you up for failure.
Here. Hold on.
Ah, here we go. All right.
Now, I want you to take
your index and your pinky here.
You're gonna want to interlock them.
Yeah. Nice, firm grip. There you go.
Do it. There we go.
First time. All right.
[CHUCKLES]
All-time natural, huh?
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
[GENTLE MUSIC]
♪
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[WOLF HOWLS]