Model Citizen (2026) Movie Script
1
Dispatch 214.
We're 10-7 for a meal.
Shouldn't be long.
Copy that, 214.
Cash drop's
been made.
All right.
Let's do this.
Snitch is still
in the basement?
Yeah, Boss.
That's our man, Lubomir.
Guy's built like a Mack truck,
so spotting him should be
a piece of cake.
Motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
Don't touch me!
-You said you'd let us go!
-And I will.
You're just the bait.
I'm an undercover cop!
All right, boys.
We've got three minutes,
in and out.
Stay sharp.
Police!
Help me! Help me!
Money in the bag.
No. No! Please!
They're coming for you.
Blaze? Jimmy? Hey!
These steers,
they're wily.
Get even a hint of a threat
from one of them,
you gotta zap 'em. Eh?
Here, take it.
Take it. You're gonna need that
at some point.
Look, I ain't dying out here
today, bud.
All right.
Let's go!
Zap him! Let's go.
Turn him that way.
Goddamn it! Zap him!
Jesus Ch--
I said, "Zap him!" Goddamn it.
What the hell are you doing?
Two more seconds,
I'm hamburger on that run.
Next time,
you use that goddamn thing.
Hey, Steve.
Hey. Mr. O'Neill.
How'd it go
separating the steers?
Yeah, it was, uh...
it was good.
- Yeah. Yeah, Jellef's
an acquired taste.
- Yeah.
Got a new vet
coming in next week,
so get ready for that,
but right now,
I need you to hit field seven.
-Squeeze it in before sundown?
-Absolutely.
All right. Thanks.
You try.
Are you moody?
Be a good boy today, okay?
This is session 52, Steven Bay.
Steven, you are in an elevator
descending to the ground floor.
Now I'm gonna
count slowly down, okay?
Here we go.
-Ten.
-Ten.
- Nine.
- Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Where are you,
Steven?
At Belain,
in the cornfield.
I see something.
It's black, and I run.
And I'm running like hell.
I'm lost.
What then, Steven?
Help me!
I'm all alone.
And I can't find
a way out.
Help!
So I'm scared.
Steven,
we're back in the elevator.
We're going to ascend slowly,
and when I snap my fingers,
you can open your eyes.
And...
open.
What are you feeling?
That's the thing, Dr. Harris,
is I'm all alone.
I think I can remember
but I can't remember.
I just pretend
that I'm a real person.
I know
deep down inside
that I'm lying.
That I'm not a real person,
that I don't exist.
I know it's, um...
it's unsettling.
Doctor, I just...
You're the only one I trust.
Steven, I want to
show you something.
Come.
Olive oil.
From...
Hatcher Farm.
Organic tomatoes from...
Etruscan Farms.
Remember?
You had summer jobs
at both those places.
You're gonna come around,
Steven.
You're gonna remember.
These things take time.
On me.
No, I'll pay for it.
No, it's the least I can do.
-Please.
-Thank you very much.
She's pretty hot.
Do you know her?
No.
If I had the chance,
I'd tap that ass.
Steven Bay, Gretchen Lowe.
Hey.
Gretchen.
-Hi, I'm Steven.
Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you.
-I'm the new vet at Sollingers.
-Okay.
She's gonna be
checking on the livestock
and making sure that
we're all on our toes here
and so...
You'll be working
very closely with her.
-Great.
-She's a pro.
-Well, let's start with
the cows.
-Yeah. Great.
Oh, she's a beauty.
Hi.
So we're gonna do
a little withdrawal here.
Just a quick test
to give us a baseline.
Can you take that?
Goddamn it. I'm sorry.
It's okay.
We'll do it again.
Steven...
You good?
I'm sorry.
Hi, Steven.
I'm sorry to bother you,
I need a favor.
Hey, Beau. Hey.
Uh, my car,
I think it's the battery.
Maybe I could use your phone?
Cell service around here sucks.
Yeah, it's on the wall
right there.
Hey, come here, Beau.
Beau, sit. Good boy.
Paw. Give me your paw.
Good, good.
Hey. I'm at the lower barn.
I need a tow.
-Battery's out.
-Yeah, yeah.
That's my good boy.
Okay. Thank you.
Sit.
Down.
Good boy.
Good boy.
Roll over. Roll over.
Roll over.
That's a good boy.
I saw you
taking a test in there.
Yeah, it's just, um,
brain teaser stuff.
See, uh...
I had a really traumatic, um...
brain injury.
I'm sorry.
-Gosh, I should just
keep my trap shut.
-No, no, no.
No, you should know.
It's good to talk about it.
I'm actually supposed to
talk about it.
I see a therapist.
He's trying to help me
remember my past.
I can't, um,
remember most of it.
None of it, actually.
Now I just got Beau.
Just him and me.
Well, you got me too.
Here. Let's play a game.
Give me your hands.
-Did you ever play?
-No.
You gotta
move faster than that.
Cheater.
- Uh, it looks like
my ride is here.
Why don't you let me take you
for a drink at the local bar?
Yeah, that would be great.
Friday.
- Who is it?
- It's Jellef!
I need your help.
Dogs got out of the pen.
Let's go.
I think they got
something cornered.
Can't get anybody
at the big house.
I hate this shit.
This kind of shit happens,
it drives me crazy.
Hey. Hey, you hear that?
This way.
Oh, no.
No.
Must've been, like,
a coyote or bear or something.
-You think
they could've done this?
-Maybe a wolf. I don't know.
He's in pain.
We gotta put him down.
You know how to use it?
Here, take it.
Come on, take it.
Take it.
You can do it.
I can't.
And the way
he brought that gun up,
I thought he might shoot me.
-Jellef, you felt fear.
He sensed it.
-It's a 6-1-1.
The messages are just for
your benefit so you understand
his state of mind.
Review the syllabus.
We're on Level 3 now.
A 6-1-1 is normal.
We're still waiting for
a review of
the contingency plan, Doctor.
-That won't be necessary.
-It's what we agreed to,
legally.
You want to get into
your, uh, bullshit legalities?
How about we start with
who's in charge?
I think you know
who's in charge.
You know,
Bay discharged a live firearm.
Which is exactly what
he was supposed to do.
Violence was the test.
Empathy was the result.
In case
you've lost your syllabus,
it means he passed.
Just remember,
we both have a control.
There's only
one control for him,
and that is me.
You can go now.
Thank you.
-I like that shirt on you.
-Yeah?
Mm-hmm.
It's just like
all my other ones.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Okay.
-Let's play a little game.
-Oh, boy.
Say "Halloween."
Halloween.
-Ah, yeah,
I detect a little accent.
-Do you really?
-Mm-hmm.
-No. In "Halloween"?
Mm-hmm.
Where do you think
I'm from then?
You think, like,
the East Coast or is it...
California?
Well, you love animals
and earthy stuff, but...
Don't let me
put words in your mouth.
What about vices?
I mean, I'm sitting here,
drinking my life away,
-and you're having a Coke.
-No. I don't know.
I mean-- I mean,
I know I don't drink now.
I don't do drugs.
But who knows?
I have no idea
if I did before or not.
You really don't remember
anything?
Nothing.
It's nice that you're so clear
about things.
That's one of the things
I like about you,
amongst, obviously,
many, many things.
You are
a very interesting specimen.
I don't know about that.
Yeah.
Let's dance.
Come on.
Come on.
- Come.
- Okay.
- Steven Bay.
- Stress test level 3-1-1.
Come on.
You're conscientious.
I like that.
I'm just
giving you a hard time.
I'm, uh, gonna powder my nose.
Be back.
- Now, that girl you got there
is a real peach.
Yeah.
How'd a fella like you
get a peach like that?
I don't know.
I got lucky, I guess.
- Steven Bay.
- Stress test level 4-1-1.
Great ass.
Titties too. Supple.
Hell, I'm fixing on
making a move on her.
I don't fight.
Fella, you ain't got a choice.
Fight now?
Come on,
what's the matter with you?
What, are you deaf? Huh?
Dumb? Blind? Retarded? Come on!
Stand up for yourself!
Come on! Do something! Hit me!
What, are you weak? Scared?
Maybe you're just
a fucking coward.
Come on, hit me!
Hit me, you pussy.
Come on! Anyone home? Hello!
Come on! Hit me! Right here!
Right here!
You hit me! Come on!
What are you waiting for,
pussy? Come on!
Jesus.
Holy shit.
Steven.
Steven?
Can you hear me, Steven?
Gretchen?
8-1-1 is too high,
and you know it.
Perfectly in range. Let's go.
Pick him up.
That's it.
Let's get him in your car.
He's not gonna remember
anything.
What did you do?
We'll talk about it later.
Come on.
Hey. Here.
Thank you. God.
I'm embarrassed.
Don't be.
Do you remember what happened?
Was a fight.
Guy was a jerk.
Are you okay?
I couldn't fight back.
You were scared.
Yeah,
but it was more than that.
It was like...
It was like
I couldn't do anything
and my body was paralyzed.
I couldn't make myself...
fight.
Do you remember anything else?
What's wrong?
The other night,
Jellef came over.
He said there was
something wrong with the dogs.
So we went out.
There was Beau.
He was just torn apart.
I didn't have a choice.
I had to put him down.
It was for his own good.
Yeah.
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
Hey!
You out of your mind?
It was too soon for
an 8-1-1 response on Level 2.
We're on Level 3.
And who the fuck are you
to be making a call like that?
What are you, a clinician?
You're in charge of
the science now?
Calm down!
We noticed
Mr. Bay is not deceased.
This is supposed to be
a kill switch?
Well, I guess
that's a good thing, isn't it?
Or do you and
your knuckle draggers here
not speak
the language of finance?
Dr. Harris, you are
completely unaware of protocol
on these types of ops.
No, you are unaware.
Do you have any idea
how much damage
you may have done
to my subject?
To this entire venture?
The situation was
out of control.
It's too soon for
an 8-1-1 response,
Level 2 or 3.
- You know it and we know it.
- You know nothing.
This is everything
that you asked for.
It's everything they asked for.
Let me remind you, Doctor,
we reserve the right
to shut down security
on this thing.
We need a guarantee.
Guarantee.
The ventral striatum is
activated while eating,
during intercourse,
while taking drugs,
consuming alcohol,
and gambling.
The nucleus accumbens is
a kind of emotional
motoric switch,
which since it mainly takes
its information
from the key limbic structures,
the amygdala
and the hippocampus,
we shut that part down,
meaning the brain is
no longer prone to violence.
With both parts shut off,
his body reacts,
but Bay doesn't feel the urge.
And that,
that is your guarantee.
So why don't you scurry back
to your big bosses
in your little dark rooms,
draw the curtains,
and review the data?
FBI, DHS, CIA, DIA.
You really want to be
the ones in my report
who hit the kill switch?
My data is flawless.
This is a medical revolution
that will change society
as we know it.
That is what they want.
From now on, the kill switch
will require a simultaneous
engagement mechanism,
that is both kill switches
at the same time.
-Mmm.
-It's not what we agreed to.
We need our own protocol.
Both switches.
At the same time.
O'Neill, we need to talk.
Those were your people,
the ones that beat him.
To spout off Harris's dogma,
"We did exactly what was
on the syllabus."
It was too much.
Have you ever
feared for your safety?
You Harvard academics,
you don't care until
a subject bashes your face in.
Stick to the syllabus.
Oh, believe me, we will.
The question is,
will you, Gretchen?
You know what's comin'.
So buckle up.
Steven,
we're gonna go back now,
right back into it.
You're back in the elevator,
slowly descending.
What do you see?
That I'm running.
And then I run out of space.
What are you seeing, Steven?
I need you to look harder.
Somebody new,
somebody, like a...
A prisoner.
An inmate.
Let's go there.
Who is this?
I don't know.
I can't see him.
Steven, I need you to look.
I can't. I don't know.
I don't know.
I can't see him.
I can't see him.
He's stabbing me.
He's killing me.
He's killing me. Help.
Three...
-Help! Stop!
-...two, one.
And open.
Well done, Steven.
He's killing me
in every dream I have.
Somebody kills me.
Why?
You need to defeat this.
Once and for all.
You deserve total freedom,
and this is your chance.
So you went out, huh?
You go out with
that piece of ass?
You go out with that vet?
It's not like that.
You sure?
It ain't gonna matter.
Soon as she's done here,
she'll be gone.
She'll be banging
some other guy
at some other farm.
You can't trust
a woman like that.
Your name, birthplace,
or name of your hometown.
Birthplace.
Fantasy birthplace.
We can always change it.
Birthday?
My fantasy birthday?
Okay.
I say you're 39.
Thirty-nine. Oh.
And you are from...
- Cleveland.
- Cleve...
My fantasy birthplace
is Cleveland?
Hey,
-Cleveland rocks.
-Okay.
Oh, my gosh.
I haven't had a laugh
like that...
in I don't know how long.
Okay.
You are officially on Facebook.
And you have
one new friend, me.
Gotta feel liberated a little.
I don't know about liberating.
I got night terrors.
The day that I met you...
I saw a woman covered in blood.
And I was thinking
if she's somebody from my past,
you know, maybe I, uh...
maybe I did something to her.
-Like what?
-I don't know.
Maybe I'd hurt her.
Maybe you need to look forward
instead of looking back.
Everybody deserves to have
something to believe in,
aspire to.
Name me one thing.
Life.
A new future.
What is that thing?
Tracks my heartbeat,
stuff like that.
-And what does
that number mean?
-Uh...
The number of steps
that I took in a day
or whatever.
Anyway.
I should get going.
What you said before.
I'm afraid I'm gonna lose you.
You're not gonna lose me.
What happens
when you're done here?
You can always
get in touch with me.
No matter what,
I'm here for you.
I'm sorry.
What?
I scared you.
I can see it.
I just care about you,
that's all.
It caught me off guard.
I was startled.
He's never touched me before.
It was a surprise.
This is a Level 4 final.
Can I count on you?
He's been at
an 8-1-1 consistently.
The algorithm,
the trend lines, they're all...
...perfect.
He doesn't recognize the people
in his nightmares.
He has no self knowledge. None.
And if it goes 9-1-1,
then what?
A 9-1-1 means that
you protect yourself and
leave everything else to me.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Do you want to
take a ride with me?
Into town.
Unless there's something else
you'd rather do.
Uh, I wanna...
I wanna go here.
This is, uh...
It's my old house in town.
It's my parents' house.
Okay, yeah. Let's go.
Yeah.
You know,
I've never seen your place.
It's a duplex.
I know I'm close when I see
the power lines over there.
- You see them?
- Uh-huh.
It's the only
brick building on the street,
third from the end.
First floor.
If you ever need anything,
come find me there.
- Okay.
- Anytime.
Like I said,
you can always get in touch.
I have tried so hard to
remember what this guy
was thinking on this day.
Hmm.
Oh, shoot.
We need to stop for gas.
-Hey.
-Hey, how's it going?
Uh, forty
on number two, please.
-Okay, that's it?
-Yeah.
-Anything else? Okay.
-No. That's it.
Get the fucking money.
Whoa.
- Hey, man.
- Don't fucking move.
Gretchen.
Get the money.
Hurry, come on!
Move!
Okay, okay.
Let's go.
Stay right where you are.
I'm okay.
Shut up, bitch.
Gretchen.
Get back, asshole.
You want a hole in
your fucking head?
I said, get the fuck back.
Don't kill me, please.
Hey!
Shit.
Don't fucking move.
-Get down!
-Steven, run!
Oh, fuck.
I need a fucking ambulance!
Secure the perimeter.
Secure the perimeter.
All units mobilize.
He can't get away.
Move now!
We are going to
start with a sweep of
the entire valley area.
His tracker has been disabled
but based on
his psych evaluation,
we believe
he's still within this radius.
Twenty to 30 miles.
Possible exit points
here, here, here. And here.
He's been off campus
for eight hours,
let's not let it get to 24.
We have
a specific order in hand,
given down by DOJ.
You are hereby authorized
to use deadly force.
All right, let's move out.
If you find Gretchen Lowe,
we're interested in, uh,
talking to her.
Talking to her?
You find her, you call me.
Nobody else.
What's your status?
I'm going dark.
I'll call for extraction
once I have the data.
What've you got?
From Genesis, sir.
All right. Get it back to me
in five minutes,
-all right?
-Yes, sir.
I'll put the groceries away,
you get the dinner ready.
You're mean.
I don't want pizza for dinner.
I want you
to eat something.
I'm sorry.
Mom! Oh, my God!
Mother and daughter come home,
daughter opens a closet
and sees a guy standing there
covered in blood with
a 12-inch steak knife.
Well, don't jump
to conclusions.
Girl says she was attacked.
No, that's impossible.
What about
the fucking kill switch?
-There was a malfunction.
-You're full of shit.
The perimeter electricity
was turned off last night.
Yeah, we checked.
And now he's on the outside.
He belongs to me.
Talk to me
when you have all the facts.
Here's a fact for you, Doctor,
I got a guy on a ventilator
after last night.
You let this happen.
This is on you.
Mrs. Zanetti?
Mrs. Zanetti?
Steven?
-Is that you?
-Mrs. Zanetti.
I'm trying to get a hold of
Gretchen Lowe.
-Do you know her?
-Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
- Come with me.
- I can't reach her.
There's been a robbery.
Steven.
It's not what you think.
Steven, relax.
You need to stay right here!
Hello?
Is there anyone home?
Gretchen?
I've got Bay,
he's at her apartment.
Leave him,
he'll lead us to her.
Understood.
Eva Addison.
Hold on.
Hi. Can I help you?
-You got me.
-Boys.
I'm looking for information
about a gentleman named
Steven Bay?
Do you know him?
- No.
- He used to live here.
- No, I'm s--
- I don't mean to bother you,
I just...
I was in an accident and--
Uh, let's go inside.
Ma'am,
I don't mean to intrude.
Well, you are intruding.
What do you want?
My parents,
they lived in this house.
The Schweitzers
owned this house
for 41 years.
They burned to death in it
five years ago.
We bought it, rebuilt it.
There's never been
anyone named Bay.
What do you want?
A decision has been made.
The op has been terminated.
You can't make
a decision like that.
You need to find Gretchen Lowe.
We have questions
and she's not responding.
I don't know where she is.
Well, she's one of yours.
Isn't she?
Right now we are authorized
to do whatever it takes,
that includes detaining you
if necessary.
You will do no such thing.
Everything in your office now
belongs to the US government.
Fuck. Fuck.
Hello?
- Who the hell
are you?
How did you get in here?
Well, the door was open
and I thought someone--
No, you, like,
really have to go.
We're closed.
You can't be here.
I mean, I was just...
Go.
Thank you. Sorry about that.
Okay, wait, wait wait.
What is it that you want here?
Well, I was just gonna
use the computer
for a couple minutes.
I'm looking for
someone important to me.
Yeah, okay.
Yeah,
just a couple minutes though.
Thank you.
This is the second time.
You guys left the door open again.
Oh, my God,
Sabrina. It is not always me.
I was not the only one
at close.
Who's this guy?
We gotta lay low
and figure this out.
Massive changes in
oxytocin balances here.
-Mmm.
-And here.
But the serotonin
and noradrenaline levels
are all perfectly aligned.
Every one of the neural
transcription channels worked.
Then 290 hours
after he meets her,
his brain chemistry changes.
Completely.
There's a seismic shift.
There's a serotonin spike.
The only thing I couldn't plan
was his response.
Think about it.
Wait, come here. Look.
We removed
all long-term memories
from his hippocampus.
The nucleus accumbens
can't function
if it doesn't have
something to key on to.
He's in love with her.
Look, look at the trends.
Seeing her in trouble
was a total shock to
his system.
Adrenaline spikes
as a response,
not an impulse or anger.
But a natural response
by his system to something
he didn't recognize.
So why did he run?
Because she told him to.
So his chemicals
are telling him to.
But, look, he's in love
or infatuated or...
...whatever, but...
Gretchen,
she's the proof of concept.
I sent her
about 30 text messages,
I haven't heard anything back.
No, no, no,
we need to find Bay.
Before they kill him.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
O'Neill.
This is
a broken play now.
You understand?
You may see some
sensitive information, data.
-I have clearance.
-Not for this you don't.
Genesis Corporation
owns this venture
from top to bottom.
I know the scope, sir,
I've been here
since the beginning.
I got you the SKO,
now find the subject
and execute.
Copy.
Gacy was a diagnosed psychopath
who did not express
any remorse for his crimes.
Before his execution, he said
that killing him wouldn't
bring back the victims.
His last reported words were,
"Kiss my ass."
And so the ordeal for Gacy's
33 victims and the state
of Illinois was finally over.
In the end,
was John Wayne Gacy probably
the worst criminal offender
in American history?
We will let you, the listener,
make up your minds.
That is a wrap on
another live podcast
with Annabelle White
at the All Night Caf.
Peace out.
Thank you so much,
Professor Kim.
Double espresso?
It's been sitting over there
for quite some time.
No, thank you. I have to go.
Thank you very much though.
Hi. Hi, sorry,
I didn't catch your name.
It's Steven.
Steven? Steven what?
-Uh, Steven Bay.
-Steven Bay.
Uh, has anybody ever told you
that you look like
somebody else?
No, I don't think so.
No? Are you from around here?
Yeah.
Are you sure it's not Jonathan?
Come on, Anna.
Let's go.
Jonathan Locke?
- What are you--
- From episode 39.
You could be this guy's twin.
Except he's dead.
No, seriously,
what are you doing?
No, he looks like
this murderer.
He could be his twin.
Whoa, chill.
What the hell are you doing?
What?
Are you kidding me?
Oh, my God.
- He just looks
like him. What?
- No, seriously.
I am so sorry.
These people have no manners.
Don't listen to them.
Wait, no, no.
- Steve. Hey, Steve.
Just tell them it wasn't you.
Steve.
Extraction number?
This is Steven.
I'm trying to reach Gretchen.
Who's this?
Oh, my God. Steven.
Gretchen?
Are you okay?
You need to tell me
what's happening, Gretchen.
- Where are you?
-Where am I?
I went to the house.
My parents' house.
It's not theirs. It never was.
And then I went to your place
and there's nothing in it.
It's just full of cameras.
Cameras?
Look,
I don't know what to think.
They must be watching me.
I need you to come meet me now.
I just sent you my location.
I can explain
but you have to come now.
Right now.
How can I trust you, Gretchen?
If you want to find the truth,
there is no other option.
We gotta move fast.
What is this place?
The control room.
It's Dr. Harris's room.
He has access
to the entire campus from here.
The place is surrounded
by an electric fence.
He tracks us with these.
Wait, you know Dr. Harris?
Wait, I get it.
You were watching me.
No, not me.
This is revolutionary.
Every security agency
in the US government
wants to use it.
You're all fake.
Was everything fake?
It's not like that.
Who am I?
Is my name Jonathan Locke?
Gretchen.
This is who you are.
You were Baltimore PD.
Your unit went rogue.
You stole money, drugs.
Killed people.
Dealers, informants,
anyone who was in your way.
Including a Serb dealer,
Lubomir.
He had undercover cops
who were gonna testify
against you
locked up in his basement.
Police!
It seemed like you were there
to rob the drugs and money.
Money in the bag.
But you were there
for something much bigger.
Help me! Help me!
Fuck you!
Hey! Hey!
Screw you!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Locke. Oh, my God. It's you.
I killed them.
Yes.
Then you went after Lubomir.
To take care of loose ends.
He killed you.
No.
Harris found you
after the attack.
He had financing
and a government order
to conduct a black op.
He revived you.
Scrubbed parts of your brain.
Added memories to others.
We made you
someone new.
A new person.
I'm a lab rat.
We did this to heal you.
You call this healing?
You people are sick.
Steven.
Steven.
You're in the elevator.
It may be a shock,
but you know what you've done?
We are going to destroy
the evils in society for good
because of you.
You are a modern miracle.
On paper you're
an impulse driven killer,
but healed,
you're like a gentle giant.
A new man.
Did you enjoy
cutting up my dog?
Leaving him for dead?
Did it prove your thesis?
Letting somebody beat me
while you watched?
The question is
as old as humankind.
Can we stop bad people
from doing bad things?
You still haven't proven
that you've truly overcome it.
All that fury.
So...
This is ricin.
Use it on me.
Go on, take it.
Aw, Steven.
You trusted me.
I started slow.
With the knives.
The sight of blood.
Then we escalated to empathy.
Euthanasia.
Then direct human violence.
And mortal jeopardy.
You made the right choice
every time.
You had to intervene
at the gas station,
you had no choice.
You trusted me,
and I betrayed you.
More than that,
I put you through all of this.
So take it.
Do it.
There's no malice in it.
Take it, kill me,
and prove me wrong.
Or don't.
And pass the final level.
And prove that my system
is the answer.
Steven. Do it.
Do it.
Come on.
You are a new man.
And you are free.
Steven.
Come on.
No, no, no, no!
No, you have
no right to be here!
-Get back in the car!
-They followed us!
There's a tracker.
- Shut up!
- You have no rights here.
You leave!
No. You have no rights here,
Doctor.
Let him go.
I'm the one you want, right?
It's over, Bay.
You're officially terminated.
Go! Go!
You goddamn fool.
Do you have any idea
what you're in?
I'm gonna file my report.
I'm gonna bury you.
And in the end it was a fit
of rage by your own subject,
Bay, that did you in.
Put that in your report.
I need Unit 3 mobilized.
We're on the north side
heading east.
Oh, shit.
Your arm is bleeding
like crazy.
Goddamn it. I got it.
I know where we can go.
Hold on.
Unit 1, we have a vehicle.
Request to engage.
Seconds away.
- Oh, my God.
- We need your help.
- What happened? Are you okay?
- Got shot.
Okay, what do you need?
What do you need?
Alcohol would be great,
and gauze.
Okay.
On your right here.
This will be fine here, yeah?
And gauze,
you said gauze. Here.
Yeah.
Okay, ready?
They're at
the All Night Caf on Fifth.
All teams en route. Now.
Oh, my God. What happened?
-That's good. Thank you.
-You need to tell me
what's going on.
Look, there are people
that want to kill him
coming now, okay?
22159. Immediate.
- ETA?
- Sending agent to you
now. Get outside.
All right,
we've got 45 seconds.
Hey, you gotta go out
the back way.
Let's go, right now.
Thank you.
I'm in front. Units 1 and 2
take the rear exit.
- Unit 1, what's your status?
- Nothing yet.
Pedestrians, civilians.
Wait a minute.
-That's him.
Move in, move in, move in!
-Go, go, go, go, go!
Goddamn it.
He's coming from behind!
Miss Addison,
we need to go.
Drop the weapon!
Drop the weapon!
Go.
Take his weapon!
Harvard won't save you now.
Silas, stay with her.
Stay with her.
Shoot Bay on sight. Fan out.
Move. Go, go, go, go!
Oh, no, no. Shots fired.
Shots fired.
- We got a man down.
-Shit.
Eyes on Bay. Eyes on Bay!
Don't let him get away!
Over there!
Sorry.
You just don't listen, do you?
Not getting rid of me
that easy.
Coming to you now.
Don't you fucking lose him!
Close the gap! Get closer!
Get closer!
Need local PD for road closure.
Come on, come on.
This is escalating.
We might need another vehicle.
Go. Go. Go.
Where are we going?
We're gonna go over there.
I have an idea.
Come on.
Over there!
I see them!
Get low.
Bay! Stop!
We've got you, Bay!
-Don't move!
-Bye for now, Eva Addison.
Don't! Steven!
He'll never survive that.
Cuff her.
Do you recognize
this person?
No.
What about
this person?
No.
Let me ask you a question.
Is it okay to kill a person?
Which person?
Any person?
Yes.
Take one of these every day.
You cannot miss a day.
Okay?
Good luck.
Do you have an update on
Jane Doe?
We've made progress.
Be specific.
She's had the procedure.
It appears it was successful.
This op is now
a reverse systemic progression.
That means
there is no room for error.
The tests will go
in a different direction.
A very different direction.
Understood.
Oh, Christ.
How many times
we gotta go through this?
Hello?
Covered
almost all your bases.
Bay.
Where's Harris?
Dead.
This is my op now.
So you come in, we talk
face-to-face, no bullshit.
We can straighten this out,
okay?
Where's Gretchen?
Gretchen.
Well, she had to move on.
The research
proved to be too much.
You're lying. Where is she?
You need to come back in, Bay.
You need to finish Level 5.
Yes.
Then let's let Level 5 begin.
Let it begin with no apology.
And maybe not
the way you thought.
Dispatch 214.
We're 10-7 for a meal.
Shouldn't be long.
Copy that, 214.
Cash drop's
been made.
All right.
Let's do this.
Snitch is still
in the basement?
Yeah, Boss.
That's our man, Lubomir.
Guy's built like a Mack truck,
so spotting him should be
a piece of cake.
Motherfucker!
Motherfucker!
Don't touch me!
-You said you'd let us go!
-And I will.
You're just the bait.
I'm an undercover cop!
All right, boys.
We've got three minutes,
in and out.
Stay sharp.
Police!
Help me! Help me!
Money in the bag.
No. No! Please!
They're coming for you.
Blaze? Jimmy? Hey!
These steers,
they're wily.
Get even a hint of a threat
from one of them,
you gotta zap 'em. Eh?
Here, take it.
Take it. You're gonna need that
at some point.
Look, I ain't dying out here
today, bud.
All right.
Let's go!
Zap him! Let's go.
Turn him that way.
Goddamn it! Zap him!
Jesus Ch--
I said, "Zap him!" Goddamn it.
What the hell are you doing?
Two more seconds,
I'm hamburger on that run.
Next time,
you use that goddamn thing.
Hey, Steve.
Hey. Mr. O'Neill.
How'd it go
separating the steers?
Yeah, it was, uh...
it was good.
- Yeah. Yeah, Jellef's
an acquired taste.
- Yeah.
Got a new vet
coming in next week,
so get ready for that,
but right now,
I need you to hit field seven.
-Squeeze it in before sundown?
-Absolutely.
All right. Thanks.
You try.
Are you moody?
Be a good boy today, okay?
This is session 52, Steven Bay.
Steven, you are in an elevator
descending to the ground floor.
Now I'm gonna
count slowly down, okay?
Here we go.
-Ten.
-Ten.
- Nine.
- Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Where are you,
Steven?
At Belain,
in the cornfield.
I see something.
It's black, and I run.
And I'm running like hell.
I'm lost.
What then, Steven?
Help me!
I'm all alone.
And I can't find
a way out.
Help!
So I'm scared.
Steven,
we're back in the elevator.
We're going to ascend slowly,
and when I snap my fingers,
you can open your eyes.
And...
open.
What are you feeling?
That's the thing, Dr. Harris,
is I'm all alone.
I think I can remember
but I can't remember.
I just pretend
that I'm a real person.
I know
deep down inside
that I'm lying.
That I'm not a real person,
that I don't exist.
I know it's, um...
it's unsettling.
Doctor, I just...
You're the only one I trust.
Steven, I want to
show you something.
Come.
Olive oil.
From...
Hatcher Farm.
Organic tomatoes from...
Etruscan Farms.
Remember?
You had summer jobs
at both those places.
You're gonna come around,
Steven.
You're gonna remember.
These things take time.
On me.
No, I'll pay for it.
No, it's the least I can do.
-Please.
-Thank you very much.
She's pretty hot.
Do you know her?
No.
If I had the chance,
I'd tap that ass.
Steven Bay, Gretchen Lowe.
Hey.
Gretchen.
-Hi, I'm Steven.
Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you.
-I'm the new vet at Sollingers.
-Okay.
She's gonna be
checking on the livestock
and making sure that
we're all on our toes here
and so...
You'll be working
very closely with her.
-Great.
-She's a pro.
-Well, let's start with
the cows.
-Yeah. Great.
Oh, she's a beauty.
Hi.
So we're gonna do
a little withdrawal here.
Just a quick test
to give us a baseline.
Can you take that?
Goddamn it. I'm sorry.
It's okay.
We'll do it again.
Steven...
You good?
I'm sorry.
Hi, Steven.
I'm sorry to bother you,
I need a favor.
Hey, Beau. Hey.
Uh, my car,
I think it's the battery.
Maybe I could use your phone?
Cell service around here sucks.
Yeah, it's on the wall
right there.
Hey, come here, Beau.
Beau, sit. Good boy.
Paw. Give me your paw.
Good, good.
Hey. I'm at the lower barn.
I need a tow.
-Battery's out.
-Yeah, yeah.
That's my good boy.
Okay. Thank you.
Sit.
Down.
Good boy.
Good boy.
Roll over. Roll over.
Roll over.
That's a good boy.
I saw you
taking a test in there.
Yeah, it's just, um,
brain teaser stuff.
See, uh...
I had a really traumatic, um...
brain injury.
I'm sorry.
-Gosh, I should just
keep my trap shut.
-No, no, no.
No, you should know.
It's good to talk about it.
I'm actually supposed to
talk about it.
I see a therapist.
He's trying to help me
remember my past.
I can't, um,
remember most of it.
None of it, actually.
Now I just got Beau.
Just him and me.
Well, you got me too.
Here. Let's play a game.
Give me your hands.
-Did you ever play?
-No.
You gotta
move faster than that.
Cheater.
- Uh, it looks like
my ride is here.
Why don't you let me take you
for a drink at the local bar?
Yeah, that would be great.
Friday.
- Who is it?
- It's Jellef!
I need your help.
Dogs got out of the pen.
Let's go.
I think they got
something cornered.
Can't get anybody
at the big house.
I hate this shit.
This kind of shit happens,
it drives me crazy.
Hey. Hey, you hear that?
This way.
Oh, no.
No.
Must've been, like,
a coyote or bear or something.
-You think
they could've done this?
-Maybe a wolf. I don't know.
He's in pain.
We gotta put him down.
You know how to use it?
Here, take it.
Come on, take it.
Take it.
You can do it.
I can't.
And the way
he brought that gun up,
I thought he might shoot me.
-Jellef, you felt fear.
He sensed it.
-It's a 6-1-1.
The messages are just for
your benefit so you understand
his state of mind.
Review the syllabus.
We're on Level 3 now.
A 6-1-1 is normal.
We're still waiting for
a review of
the contingency plan, Doctor.
-That won't be necessary.
-It's what we agreed to,
legally.
You want to get into
your, uh, bullshit legalities?
How about we start with
who's in charge?
I think you know
who's in charge.
You know,
Bay discharged a live firearm.
Which is exactly what
he was supposed to do.
Violence was the test.
Empathy was the result.
In case
you've lost your syllabus,
it means he passed.
Just remember,
we both have a control.
There's only
one control for him,
and that is me.
You can go now.
Thank you.
-I like that shirt on you.
-Yeah?
Mm-hmm.
It's just like
all my other ones.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Okay.
-Let's play a little game.
-Oh, boy.
Say "Halloween."
Halloween.
-Ah, yeah,
I detect a little accent.
-Do you really?
-Mm-hmm.
-No. In "Halloween"?
Mm-hmm.
Where do you think
I'm from then?
You think, like,
the East Coast or is it...
California?
Well, you love animals
and earthy stuff, but...
Don't let me
put words in your mouth.
What about vices?
I mean, I'm sitting here,
drinking my life away,
-and you're having a Coke.
-No. I don't know.
I mean-- I mean,
I know I don't drink now.
I don't do drugs.
But who knows?
I have no idea
if I did before or not.
You really don't remember
anything?
Nothing.
It's nice that you're so clear
about things.
That's one of the things
I like about you,
amongst, obviously,
many, many things.
You are
a very interesting specimen.
I don't know about that.
Yeah.
Let's dance.
Come on.
Come on.
- Come.
- Okay.
- Steven Bay.
- Stress test level 3-1-1.
Come on.
You're conscientious.
I like that.
I'm just
giving you a hard time.
I'm, uh, gonna powder my nose.
Be back.
- Now, that girl you got there
is a real peach.
Yeah.
How'd a fella like you
get a peach like that?
I don't know.
I got lucky, I guess.
- Steven Bay.
- Stress test level 4-1-1.
Great ass.
Titties too. Supple.
Hell, I'm fixing on
making a move on her.
I don't fight.
Fella, you ain't got a choice.
Fight now?
Come on,
what's the matter with you?
What, are you deaf? Huh?
Dumb? Blind? Retarded? Come on!
Stand up for yourself!
Come on! Do something! Hit me!
What, are you weak? Scared?
Maybe you're just
a fucking coward.
Come on, hit me!
Hit me, you pussy.
Come on! Anyone home? Hello!
Come on! Hit me! Right here!
Right here!
You hit me! Come on!
What are you waiting for,
pussy? Come on!
Jesus.
Holy shit.
Steven.
Steven?
Can you hear me, Steven?
Gretchen?
8-1-1 is too high,
and you know it.
Perfectly in range. Let's go.
Pick him up.
That's it.
Let's get him in your car.
He's not gonna remember
anything.
What did you do?
We'll talk about it later.
Come on.
Hey. Here.
Thank you. God.
I'm embarrassed.
Don't be.
Do you remember what happened?
Was a fight.
Guy was a jerk.
Are you okay?
I couldn't fight back.
You were scared.
Yeah,
but it was more than that.
It was like...
It was like
I couldn't do anything
and my body was paralyzed.
I couldn't make myself...
fight.
Do you remember anything else?
What's wrong?
The other night,
Jellef came over.
He said there was
something wrong with the dogs.
So we went out.
There was Beau.
He was just torn apart.
I didn't have a choice.
I had to put him down.
It was for his own good.
Yeah.
Do you remember?
Do you remember?
Hey!
You out of your mind?
It was too soon for
an 8-1-1 response on Level 2.
We're on Level 3.
And who the fuck are you
to be making a call like that?
What are you, a clinician?
You're in charge of
the science now?
Calm down!
We noticed
Mr. Bay is not deceased.
This is supposed to be
a kill switch?
Well, I guess
that's a good thing, isn't it?
Or do you and
your knuckle draggers here
not speak
the language of finance?
Dr. Harris, you are
completely unaware of protocol
on these types of ops.
No, you are unaware.
Do you have any idea
how much damage
you may have done
to my subject?
To this entire venture?
The situation was
out of control.
It's too soon for
an 8-1-1 response,
Level 2 or 3.
- You know it and we know it.
- You know nothing.
This is everything
that you asked for.
It's everything they asked for.
Let me remind you, Doctor,
we reserve the right
to shut down security
on this thing.
We need a guarantee.
Guarantee.
The ventral striatum is
activated while eating,
during intercourse,
while taking drugs,
consuming alcohol,
and gambling.
The nucleus accumbens is
a kind of emotional
motoric switch,
which since it mainly takes
its information
from the key limbic structures,
the amygdala
and the hippocampus,
we shut that part down,
meaning the brain is
no longer prone to violence.
With both parts shut off,
his body reacts,
but Bay doesn't feel the urge.
And that,
that is your guarantee.
So why don't you scurry back
to your big bosses
in your little dark rooms,
draw the curtains,
and review the data?
FBI, DHS, CIA, DIA.
You really want to be
the ones in my report
who hit the kill switch?
My data is flawless.
This is a medical revolution
that will change society
as we know it.
That is what they want.
From now on, the kill switch
will require a simultaneous
engagement mechanism,
that is both kill switches
at the same time.
-Mmm.
-It's not what we agreed to.
We need our own protocol.
Both switches.
At the same time.
O'Neill, we need to talk.
Those were your people,
the ones that beat him.
To spout off Harris's dogma,
"We did exactly what was
on the syllabus."
It was too much.
Have you ever
feared for your safety?
You Harvard academics,
you don't care until
a subject bashes your face in.
Stick to the syllabus.
Oh, believe me, we will.
The question is,
will you, Gretchen?
You know what's comin'.
So buckle up.
Steven,
we're gonna go back now,
right back into it.
You're back in the elevator,
slowly descending.
What do you see?
That I'm running.
And then I run out of space.
What are you seeing, Steven?
I need you to look harder.
Somebody new,
somebody, like a...
A prisoner.
An inmate.
Let's go there.
Who is this?
I don't know.
I can't see him.
Steven, I need you to look.
I can't. I don't know.
I don't know.
I can't see him.
I can't see him.
He's stabbing me.
He's killing me.
He's killing me. Help.
Three...
-Help! Stop!
-...two, one.
And open.
Well done, Steven.
He's killing me
in every dream I have.
Somebody kills me.
Why?
You need to defeat this.
Once and for all.
You deserve total freedom,
and this is your chance.
So you went out, huh?
You go out with
that piece of ass?
You go out with that vet?
It's not like that.
You sure?
It ain't gonna matter.
Soon as she's done here,
she'll be gone.
She'll be banging
some other guy
at some other farm.
You can't trust
a woman like that.
Your name, birthplace,
or name of your hometown.
Birthplace.
Fantasy birthplace.
We can always change it.
Birthday?
My fantasy birthday?
Okay.
I say you're 39.
Thirty-nine. Oh.
And you are from...
- Cleveland.
- Cleve...
My fantasy birthplace
is Cleveland?
Hey,
-Cleveland rocks.
-Okay.
Oh, my gosh.
I haven't had a laugh
like that...
in I don't know how long.
Okay.
You are officially on Facebook.
And you have
one new friend, me.
Gotta feel liberated a little.
I don't know about liberating.
I got night terrors.
The day that I met you...
I saw a woman covered in blood.
And I was thinking
if she's somebody from my past,
you know, maybe I, uh...
maybe I did something to her.
-Like what?
-I don't know.
Maybe I'd hurt her.
Maybe you need to look forward
instead of looking back.
Everybody deserves to have
something to believe in,
aspire to.
Name me one thing.
Life.
A new future.
What is that thing?
Tracks my heartbeat,
stuff like that.
-And what does
that number mean?
-Uh...
The number of steps
that I took in a day
or whatever.
Anyway.
I should get going.
What you said before.
I'm afraid I'm gonna lose you.
You're not gonna lose me.
What happens
when you're done here?
You can always
get in touch with me.
No matter what,
I'm here for you.
I'm sorry.
What?
I scared you.
I can see it.
I just care about you,
that's all.
It caught me off guard.
I was startled.
He's never touched me before.
It was a surprise.
This is a Level 4 final.
Can I count on you?
He's been at
an 8-1-1 consistently.
The algorithm,
the trend lines, they're all...
...perfect.
He doesn't recognize the people
in his nightmares.
He has no self knowledge. None.
And if it goes 9-1-1,
then what?
A 9-1-1 means that
you protect yourself and
leave everything else to me.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Do you want to
take a ride with me?
Into town.
Unless there's something else
you'd rather do.
Uh, I wanna...
I wanna go here.
This is, uh...
It's my old house in town.
It's my parents' house.
Okay, yeah. Let's go.
Yeah.
You know,
I've never seen your place.
It's a duplex.
I know I'm close when I see
the power lines over there.
- You see them?
- Uh-huh.
It's the only
brick building on the street,
third from the end.
First floor.
If you ever need anything,
come find me there.
- Okay.
- Anytime.
Like I said,
you can always get in touch.
I have tried so hard to
remember what this guy
was thinking on this day.
Hmm.
Oh, shoot.
We need to stop for gas.
-Hey.
-Hey, how's it going?
Uh, forty
on number two, please.
-Okay, that's it?
-Yeah.
-Anything else? Okay.
-No. That's it.
Get the fucking money.
Whoa.
- Hey, man.
- Don't fucking move.
Gretchen.
Get the money.
Hurry, come on!
Move!
Okay, okay.
Let's go.
Stay right where you are.
I'm okay.
Shut up, bitch.
Gretchen.
Get back, asshole.
You want a hole in
your fucking head?
I said, get the fuck back.
Don't kill me, please.
Hey!
Shit.
Don't fucking move.
-Get down!
-Steven, run!
Oh, fuck.
I need a fucking ambulance!
Secure the perimeter.
Secure the perimeter.
All units mobilize.
He can't get away.
Move now!
We are going to
start with a sweep of
the entire valley area.
His tracker has been disabled
but based on
his psych evaluation,
we believe
he's still within this radius.
Twenty to 30 miles.
Possible exit points
here, here, here. And here.
He's been off campus
for eight hours,
let's not let it get to 24.
We have
a specific order in hand,
given down by DOJ.
You are hereby authorized
to use deadly force.
All right, let's move out.
If you find Gretchen Lowe,
we're interested in, uh,
talking to her.
Talking to her?
You find her, you call me.
Nobody else.
What's your status?
I'm going dark.
I'll call for extraction
once I have the data.
What've you got?
From Genesis, sir.
All right. Get it back to me
in five minutes,
-all right?
-Yes, sir.
I'll put the groceries away,
you get the dinner ready.
You're mean.
I don't want pizza for dinner.
I want you
to eat something.
I'm sorry.
Mom! Oh, my God!
Mother and daughter come home,
daughter opens a closet
and sees a guy standing there
covered in blood with
a 12-inch steak knife.
Well, don't jump
to conclusions.
Girl says she was attacked.
No, that's impossible.
What about
the fucking kill switch?
-There was a malfunction.
-You're full of shit.
The perimeter electricity
was turned off last night.
Yeah, we checked.
And now he's on the outside.
He belongs to me.
Talk to me
when you have all the facts.
Here's a fact for you, Doctor,
I got a guy on a ventilator
after last night.
You let this happen.
This is on you.
Mrs. Zanetti?
Mrs. Zanetti?
Steven?
-Is that you?
-Mrs. Zanetti.
I'm trying to get a hold of
Gretchen Lowe.
-Do you know her?
-Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
- Come with me.
- I can't reach her.
There's been a robbery.
Steven.
It's not what you think.
Steven, relax.
You need to stay right here!
Hello?
Is there anyone home?
Gretchen?
I've got Bay,
he's at her apartment.
Leave him,
he'll lead us to her.
Understood.
Eva Addison.
Hold on.
Hi. Can I help you?
-You got me.
-Boys.
I'm looking for information
about a gentleman named
Steven Bay?
Do you know him?
- No.
- He used to live here.
- No, I'm s--
- I don't mean to bother you,
I just...
I was in an accident and--
Uh, let's go inside.
Ma'am,
I don't mean to intrude.
Well, you are intruding.
What do you want?
My parents,
they lived in this house.
The Schweitzers
owned this house
for 41 years.
They burned to death in it
five years ago.
We bought it, rebuilt it.
There's never been
anyone named Bay.
What do you want?
A decision has been made.
The op has been terminated.
You can't make
a decision like that.
You need to find Gretchen Lowe.
We have questions
and she's not responding.
I don't know where she is.
Well, she's one of yours.
Isn't she?
Right now we are authorized
to do whatever it takes,
that includes detaining you
if necessary.
You will do no such thing.
Everything in your office now
belongs to the US government.
Fuck. Fuck.
Hello?
- Who the hell
are you?
How did you get in here?
Well, the door was open
and I thought someone--
No, you, like,
really have to go.
We're closed.
You can't be here.
I mean, I was just...
Go.
Thank you. Sorry about that.
Okay, wait, wait wait.
What is it that you want here?
Well, I was just gonna
use the computer
for a couple minutes.
I'm looking for
someone important to me.
Yeah, okay.
Yeah,
just a couple minutes though.
Thank you.
This is the second time.
You guys left the door open again.
Oh, my God,
Sabrina. It is not always me.
I was not the only one
at close.
Who's this guy?
We gotta lay low
and figure this out.
Massive changes in
oxytocin balances here.
-Mmm.
-And here.
But the serotonin
and noradrenaline levels
are all perfectly aligned.
Every one of the neural
transcription channels worked.
Then 290 hours
after he meets her,
his brain chemistry changes.
Completely.
There's a seismic shift.
There's a serotonin spike.
The only thing I couldn't plan
was his response.
Think about it.
Wait, come here. Look.
We removed
all long-term memories
from his hippocampus.
The nucleus accumbens
can't function
if it doesn't have
something to key on to.
He's in love with her.
Look, look at the trends.
Seeing her in trouble
was a total shock to
his system.
Adrenaline spikes
as a response,
not an impulse or anger.
But a natural response
by his system to something
he didn't recognize.
So why did he run?
Because she told him to.
So his chemicals
are telling him to.
But, look, he's in love
or infatuated or...
...whatever, but...
Gretchen,
she's the proof of concept.
I sent her
about 30 text messages,
I haven't heard anything back.
No, no, no,
we need to find Bay.
Before they kill him.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
O'Neill.
This is
a broken play now.
You understand?
You may see some
sensitive information, data.
-I have clearance.
-Not for this you don't.
Genesis Corporation
owns this venture
from top to bottom.
I know the scope, sir,
I've been here
since the beginning.
I got you the SKO,
now find the subject
and execute.
Copy.
Gacy was a diagnosed psychopath
who did not express
any remorse for his crimes.
Before his execution, he said
that killing him wouldn't
bring back the victims.
His last reported words were,
"Kiss my ass."
And so the ordeal for Gacy's
33 victims and the state
of Illinois was finally over.
In the end,
was John Wayne Gacy probably
the worst criminal offender
in American history?
We will let you, the listener,
make up your minds.
That is a wrap on
another live podcast
with Annabelle White
at the All Night Caf.
Peace out.
Thank you so much,
Professor Kim.
Double espresso?
It's been sitting over there
for quite some time.
No, thank you. I have to go.
Thank you very much though.
Hi. Hi, sorry,
I didn't catch your name.
It's Steven.
Steven? Steven what?
-Uh, Steven Bay.
-Steven Bay.
Uh, has anybody ever told you
that you look like
somebody else?
No, I don't think so.
No? Are you from around here?
Yeah.
Are you sure it's not Jonathan?
Come on, Anna.
Let's go.
Jonathan Locke?
- What are you--
- From episode 39.
You could be this guy's twin.
Except he's dead.
No, seriously,
what are you doing?
No, he looks like
this murderer.
He could be his twin.
Whoa, chill.
What the hell are you doing?
What?
Are you kidding me?
Oh, my God.
- He just looks
like him. What?
- No, seriously.
I am so sorry.
These people have no manners.
Don't listen to them.
Wait, no, no.
- Steve. Hey, Steve.
Just tell them it wasn't you.
Steve.
Extraction number?
This is Steven.
I'm trying to reach Gretchen.
Who's this?
Oh, my God. Steven.
Gretchen?
Are you okay?
You need to tell me
what's happening, Gretchen.
- Where are you?
-Where am I?
I went to the house.
My parents' house.
It's not theirs. It never was.
And then I went to your place
and there's nothing in it.
It's just full of cameras.
Cameras?
Look,
I don't know what to think.
They must be watching me.
I need you to come meet me now.
I just sent you my location.
I can explain
but you have to come now.
Right now.
How can I trust you, Gretchen?
If you want to find the truth,
there is no other option.
We gotta move fast.
What is this place?
The control room.
It's Dr. Harris's room.
He has access
to the entire campus from here.
The place is surrounded
by an electric fence.
He tracks us with these.
Wait, you know Dr. Harris?
Wait, I get it.
You were watching me.
No, not me.
This is revolutionary.
Every security agency
in the US government
wants to use it.
You're all fake.
Was everything fake?
It's not like that.
Who am I?
Is my name Jonathan Locke?
Gretchen.
This is who you are.
You were Baltimore PD.
Your unit went rogue.
You stole money, drugs.
Killed people.
Dealers, informants,
anyone who was in your way.
Including a Serb dealer,
Lubomir.
He had undercover cops
who were gonna testify
against you
locked up in his basement.
Police!
It seemed like you were there
to rob the drugs and money.
Money in the bag.
But you were there
for something much bigger.
Help me! Help me!
Fuck you!
Hey! Hey!
Screw you!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Locke. Oh, my God. It's you.
I killed them.
Yes.
Then you went after Lubomir.
To take care of loose ends.
He killed you.
No.
Harris found you
after the attack.
He had financing
and a government order
to conduct a black op.
He revived you.
Scrubbed parts of your brain.
Added memories to others.
We made you
someone new.
A new person.
I'm a lab rat.
We did this to heal you.
You call this healing?
You people are sick.
Steven.
Steven.
You're in the elevator.
It may be a shock,
but you know what you've done?
We are going to destroy
the evils in society for good
because of you.
You are a modern miracle.
On paper you're
an impulse driven killer,
but healed,
you're like a gentle giant.
A new man.
Did you enjoy
cutting up my dog?
Leaving him for dead?
Did it prove your thesis?
Letting somebody beat me
while you watched?
The question is
as old as humankind.
Can we stop bad people
from doing bad things?
You still haven't proven
that you've truly overcome it.
All that fury.
So...
This is ricin.
Use it on me.
Go on, take it.
Aw, Steven.
You trusted me.
I started slow.
With the knives.
The sight of blood.
Then we escalated to empathy.
Euthanasia.
Then direct human violence.
And mortal jeopardy.
You made the right choice
every time.
You had to intervene
at the gas station,
you had no choice.
You trusted me,
and I betrayed you.
More than that,
I put you through all of this.
So take it.
Do it.
There's no malice in it.
Take it, kill me,
and prove me wrong.
Or don't.
And pass the final level.
And prove that my system
is the answer.
Steven. Do it.
Do it.
Come on.
You are a new man.
And you are free.
Steven.
Come on.
No, no, no, no!
No, you have
no right to be here!
-Get back in the car!
-They followed us!
There's a tracker.
- Shut up!
- You have no rights here.
You leave!
No. You have no rights here,
Doctor.
Let him go.
I'm the one you want, right?
It's over, Bay.
You're officially terminated.
Go! Go!
You goddamn fool.
Do you have any idea
what you're in?
I'm gonna file my report.
I'm gonna bury you.
And in the end it was a fit
of rage by your own subject,
Bay, that did you in.
Put that in your report.
I need Unit 3 mobilized.
We're on the north side
heading east.
Oh, shit.
Your arm is bleeding
like crazy.
Goddamn it. I got it.
I know where we can go.
Hold on.
Unit 1, we have a vehicle.
Request to engage.
Seconds away.
- Oh, my God.
- We need your help.
- What happened? Are you okay?
- Got shot.
Okay, what do you need?
What do you need?
Alcohol would be great,
and gauze.
Okay.
On your right here.
This will be fine here, yeah?
And gauze,
you said gauze. Here.
Yeah.
Okay, ready?
They're at
the All Night Caf on Fifth.
All teams en route. Now.
Oh, my God. What happened?
-That's good. Thank you.
-You need to tell me
what's going on.
Look, there are people
that want to kill him
coming now, okay?
22159. Immediate.
- ETA?
- Sending agent to you
now. Get outside.
All right,
we've got 45 seconds.
Hey, you gotta go out
the back way.
Let's go, right now.
Thank you.
I'm in front. Units 1 and 2
take the rear exit.
- Unit 1, what's your status?
- Nothing yet.
Pedestrians, civilians.
Wait a minute.
-That's him.
Move in, move in, move in!
-Go, go, go, go, go!
Goddamn it.
He's coming from behind!
Miss Addison,
we need to go.
Drop the weapon!
Drop the weapon!
Go.
Take his weapon!
Harvard won't save you now.
Silas, stay with her.
Stay with her.
Shoot Bay on sight. Fan out.
Move. Go, go, go, go!
Oh, no, no. Shots fired.
Shots fired.
- We got a man down.
-Shit.
Eyes on Bay. Eyes on Bay!
Don't let him get away!
Over there!
Sorry.
You just don't listen, do you?
Not getting rid of me
that easy.
Coming to you now.
Don't you fucking lose him!
Close the gap! Get closer!
Get closer!
Need local PD for road closure.
Come on, come on.
This is escalating.
We might need another vehicle.
Go. Go. Go.
Where are we going?
We're gonna go over there.
I have an idea.
Come on.
Over there!
I see them!
Get low.
Bay! Stop!
We've got you, Bay!
-Don't move!
-Bye for now, Eva Addison.
Don't! Steven!
He'll never survive that.
Cuff her.
Do you recognize
this person?
No.
What about
this person?
No.
Let me ask you a question.
Is it okay to kill a person?
Which person?
Any person?
Yes.
Take one of these every day.
You cannot miss a day.
Okay?
Good luck.
Do you have an update on
Jane Doe?
We've made progress.
Be specific.
She's had the procedure.
It appears it was successful.
This op is now
a reverse systemic progression.
That means
there is no room for error.
The tests will go
in a different direction.
A very different direction.
Understood.
Oh, Christ.
How many times
we gotta go through this?
Hello?
Covered
almost all your bases.
Bay.
Where's Harris?
Dead.
This is my op now.
So you come in, we talk
face-to-face, no bullshit.
We can straighten this out,
okay?
Where's Gretchen?
Gretchen.
Well, she had to move on.
The research
proved to be too much.
You're lying. Where is she?
You need to come back in, Bay.
You need to finish Level 5.
Yes.
Then let's let Level 5 begin.
Let it begin with no apology.
And maybe not
the way you thought.