[ Buzzer ]
[ Chains rattle ]
Warden: Luther Vick,
having been sentenced to death by the State of Texas
for two counts of first degree murder,
you are hereby granted
the opportunity to deliver your final words.
[ Beep ]
The prisoner may speak.
That's fine, warden.
I think I will.
I'd first like to say to my wife, Luanne,
keep me in your heart, girl.
Devil knows, I'll keep you in mine.
[ Whimpers ]
That's the love part.
Now for the truth.
You make sure my boy Tom-Tom knows
that I'm gonna reach up from hell
and pull him down with me for what he did.
[ Monitor beeping ]
[ Gears whir ]
[ Clang ]
[ Screams ]
[ Flatline ]
[ Knocking on door ]
[ Sighs ]
Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.
[ Sighs ]
[ Lock turns ]
[ Scoffs ]
Any longer, and I was gonna kick the door down.
Well, you can huff and puff. But it's a steel frame.
But I have a key. Don't remind me.
No viable threats in the area,
and I checked the car for tampering.
You need a hobby.
I have one, thank you.
Dim mak -- pressure points, martial arts.
With one hand, I can bring you to your knees.
You're disgusting.
You put some pants on. We're late for the morning briefing.
[ Sighs ]
Shen: Nelson.
Yeah?
Tell Lillian what you're working on.
Lillian, this is very exciting.
It is exciting because it's a mind-controlled quadcopter.
Sorry about that!
Mind-controlled? Yeah, yeah.
I translated the signals for simple hand gestures
from the brain's precentral gyrus,
and I linked them
to the navigation input on the copter.
'Cause that's how I roll.
That hat's gonna be a nice look for you, Gabriel.
Actually, Gabriel wouldn't require
the external E.E.G sensors.
Or the hand gestures.
Precisely.
You realize how far we've come
from the original intentions of the chip?
What were those intentions?
Ah, surveillance, data mining.
Oh, cryptanalysis. Blah, blah, blah.
Guys, who cares when you could fly...
a quadcopter?
And what are the practical applications of your quadcopter?
[ Scoffs ] Think of it like a tuxedo.
Once you have one, you find a place to wear it.
And this tux could be yours for the low price
of a simple apology.
Nelson, don't. Dad, it's been months.
An apology for what? Oh, I don't know.
How about for, uh, accusing me of helping
a rogue Chinese super agent kidnap my own father?
Well, Nelson, maybe you and your father
should apologize to your country
for duplicating top-secret technology,
for exposing the most valuable intelligence weapon
in this nation's arsenal,
and for nearly getting the prototype killed.
[ Cellphone rings, beeps ] Yes?
Put him through.
The director of National Intelligence.
Your biggest fan.
Yes, Adam.
Don't be so smug. She called you a prototype.
She's a Disney villain.
Yes, I've been following it.
Of course. Man: ...Has now claimed 47 lives.
157 victims so far with no cure in sight.
[ Beep ] Shen: Lillian?
This outbreak in Texas is serious.
I want everything there is on it in 30 minutes.
Meet me in C-Doc. ...Origin of the deadly virus
so they can learn more about it...
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Isolating. Still tracking.
Man: All right, we have the digital sequencing in place.
Lillian: All right, listen up.
I just got off with CDC.
They don't have trackback to the golden egg on this yet.
In other words, no source.
22 people were infected in the first wave.
That was yesterday.
18 hours later, there are 110 infected, 47 dead,
and the epidemic curve predicts that to triple by tomorrow.
They've never seen anything like it,
they have no idea where it came from,
and they don't know how to stop it. Nelson.
The first wave of victims were at a music festival
in Austin called the TEMA festival.
Texas music and arts. Nice.
Now, there was no common food or drink ingested by the victims,
and it's outdoors.
So no closed ventilation system.
That means it is airborne.
So how are they getting it?
Sounds like direct contact. Correct.
This began as a point-source transmission -- single carrier.
But it has now propagated with numerous carriers.
That sounds normal. No?
What isn't normal and what is genuinely frightening --
the virus mutates with each new victim,
making it nearly impossible to synthesize a cure.
Unless you have the original carrier.
He or she is the only one with a common antibody.
Which is why they're so desperate to find patient zero.
Given the mortality rate, won't patient zero already be dead?
No, no, it's like, uh, H.I.V., tuberculosis --
very often a carrier
is completely asymptomatic for quite some time.
So how do we fit in? This is a manhunt.
There is no agency better equipped for that than us,
and no technology on earth can match
the efficiency and accuracy of the chip inside Gabriel's head.
You said 22 were infected at the festival
and all had to have had direct contact with patient zero?
Shen: You have to find the one person
who each of those victims came into contact with.
There would have been thousands of cellphones
taking pictures at that festival.
All over social media.
Jameson: With the Boston bombers,
it took a water-cooled CR-47 supercomputer
three days to find those dirtbags.
Gabriel can beat that in one cyber-render.
I'm rendering.
Now access the CDC victim data.
Use facial recognition to identify the people around you.
Got one.
Got another one.
You need to find a single person
who has come into contact with each victim.
Gabriel: He's running from someone.
I can't see who, but clearly he doesn't want to be noticed.
[ Sighs ] Shen: What is it, Gabriel?
I need more intel.
[ Sighs ]
Pulling more photos and cellphone video now.
Hang on. [ Indistinct conversations ]
Gabriel, who do you see?
A dead man.
Lillian: One of our nation's most decorated soldiers.
He's a hero, and now our country's most secret weapon.
Gabriel possesses a rare genetic mutation
that allowed us to implant a microchip in his brain.
We connected his mind directly to the information grid.
It's something the chip does that nobody expected.
I can create a virtual snapshot of an event in my mind
and then walk through it.
It's like a virtual evidence wall.
At U.S. Cyber Command,
we created a highly specialized unit around him...
Amos: Satellite in five.
...and assigned an agent to protect him.
Run!
He's the first of his kind --
the next evolution of intelligence.
Sync & corrections by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com
Nelson: This is Luther Vick,
the man Gabriel believes is patient zero.
“Believes”? Hear him out, Gabriel.
Okay, background -- 2005, he and this man,
Tom-Tom Benitez, were pulled over
by Texas state police in a stolen car.
Luther shot the two cops. Tom-Tom testified against him.
Luther was convicted and put to death.
A week later, he's at a music festival in Austin?
Here's the thing.
The chip's algorithms analyze 88 nodes in the human face.
The photos and videos Gabriel accessed only show 52 nodes.
I mean, that is just not enough for an accurate match.
Then how do you explain what Gabriel saw in his cyber-render?
Remember, cyber-renders are like dreams.
Partially created by the chip, partially by Gabriel.
I know what I saw, doc.
Yes, but what you saw
may literally be a figment of your imagination.
It's a first-gen chip seven months into beta.
Mistakes are possible.
What about Luther Vick's tattoo?
It's pretty distinctive.
Luther inspired a lot of crazies to get the same tattoo.
Sorry, Gabriel.
Only one way to find out if I'm right.
Send me to Texas. Absolutely not.
This virus is unpredictable. It is highly aggressive.
I'm the best chance there is of finding patient zero.
Lillian, the risk is so great,
you couldn't possibly consider that.
We don't have a choice.
If you don't use me, people die. Period.
Start at the prison.
We need to know if you're right. Lillian...
Nelson will go to the CDC base camp,
find out everything they know, collect samples
and send them back to Cassidy. I want to know where it came from,
what makes it tick, and how to kill it.
Let's get to work, everyone.
Lillian, he isn't a machine.
He is as susceptible to this virus as any man.
Riley will keep him safe. Are you serious?
You're asking me to protect him in the middle
of a deadly outbreak of an incurable virus.
It doesn't get worse than that.
Sure it does.
We won't have backup and our target is a convicted murderer.
I'm not asking.
[ Dog barking in distance ]
Hello, Tom-Tom. [ Grunts ]
You're not real.
[ Grunts ]
You looking for this?
But you're dead.
[ Panting ]
You know what they say about ghosts.
They just can't move on till they finish their business.
[ Gunshots ]
CDC says we're two weeks from a pandemic.
I know you're sending me your situation reports in 12 hours,
but I want to go around the horn now.
Homeland's up first.
Sir, I've deployed e-med units, set up quarantine zones,
and have ambu-flights on the Mac in eight local airports.
FBI?
I've activated 300 special agents,
coordinated with rangers and local assets.
Still looking for an I.D. on patient zero. General.
Defense intel deployed forensic epidemiologists,
ordered food sequestration,
and a level-five testing of the water supply.
Folks, I've asked Lillian Strand,
director of Cyber Command to join us.
Sir, as you know, I put Clockwork on patient zero.
We're working a theory. I need a few hours.
Is there a cyber element to this case that I'm unaware of?
And what is Clockwork?
Ollie, I'd argue there's always a cyber element.
And, general, Clockwork is a program
consisting of top-tier field ops, TAC teams,
and our most sophisticated technology.
Details on that are classified code word.
Can we get shared product in real time?
I'll have a sit-rep in 12, solution estimate in 18.
It's just that the military has a lot of business in Texas.
Private contractors, firms, bases.
Folks, let's stay on-problem.
We'll talk again at 0800. Thanks. That'll be all.
Lillian, stay a moment, please.
I understand your reasoning for deploying the asset,
but I want you to understand that the risks are massive.
If we're not using this program
to save American lives, why have it?
Clockwork will be perilous
as long as there's only one Gabriel.
You want a hundred of him, a thousand,
then the program has to not only continue to prove itself,
but it must endure.
And by it, I mean him.
I understand. I hope so.
Gabriel: You still don't believe me
that Luther Vick survived this room.
Do you need me to believe you?
Definitely not.
The “definitely” kind of gave you away.
I'm flattered.
Nothing's impossible, I suppose.
You'd just need to find the drain.
Secret service trains us to look at every room as though
it's filled with water, metaphorically speaking.
If water can find a way, so can a man.
What are you doing?
Finding the drain.
Turn this thing on.
[ Sighs ]
Relax. There's no I.V. in my arm.
[ Beep ]
[ Clang ]
Yeah, nothing creepy about that.
[ Monitor beeping ]
[ Flatline ]
Gabriel! Gabriel!
Gabriel!
Not a bad-looking corpse, huh?
Was that concern I saw on your face.
[ Beep, hiss ] [ Sighs ]
So you hacked it?
Somebody's coded it
so the readings can be controlled remotely.
For the execution, they probably used a simple toggle switch.
Flip the switch, there's your flatline.
Probably take six people to pull it off.
You could do it with three.
You'd need the doctor who examines the body,
the driver, who would be delivering an empty coffin,
and you'd probably also need
the guy who loads the drugs into the -- Let's go.
We're not alone.
[ Monitor beeping ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
I know it hurts, Django.
I'm sorry.
[ Monitor beeping ]
Are you gonna make us better?
I'm not that kind of doctor, but my father is.
So I'm gonna put this in a very special microscope
that will send a picture all the way back to him in Virginia.
It'll be okay, mom.
I'll be okay.
Is your father good at what he does?
There's nobody better.
The hives are the very first symptom,
which is why the lipid envelope isn't present yet.
Okay, I'm gonna load the tomographic image
taken after I applied negative staining to the virion.
Gabriel was right.
The execution machine was rigged.
[ Chuckles ] He was right. Hot damn.
Hey, we could win a Nobel, Lillian.
[ Clears throat ]
If it weren't classified, of course.
Dad...
Dad, you need to look at this.
Oh, my God.
You see it, right? Lillian: What is it?
Viruses are clumsy.
They colonize at random,
pass only through membranous tissue.
But this one's unique.
It travels through the sweat glands,
which means it is all over the carrier's skin.
He infects anyone he touches.
Yet the virus doesn't affect him until it converts,
which could take weeks or months or years.
He may not even know he's infected.
God.
My life's work has augmented humanity,
to try and make humans better, stronger, faster, right?
Well, this virus was also built by someone,
but for a different reason.
They wanted to make a weapon of a different kind.
A killing machine.
Jones: I don't know how they know, but they know.
Jones' bank accounts had some big cash deposits lately.
If it weren't for those, he'd be strapped.
Perfect candidate for manipulation --
underpaid prison guard.
You have to do something. Pull me out or something.
He's in the parking lot now, heading towards his car.
Man: Calm down, friend. We have it under control.
Guys, we still don't have a lock on the other end of this call.
We don't know who he's talking to.
Jones: You don't have anything under control!
He said he'd protect me!
Still no luck. Gabriel, do you have it? Not yet.
Why don't we have a picture on this? It's closed circuit.
- Gabriel's on the prison grounds, so he could tap it. - I'm not going to prison!
You have to tell him to do something.
Man: We are doing something.
What just happened?
Jones is dead.
And I know why we were hitting a road block on that trace.
Our prison guard was on the phone
with someone from the Pentagon.
I've been searching Pentagon files forever and coming up empty.
No mention of Luther Vick, the prison doctor,
or the driver, all of whom were killed overnight.
Somebody over there is trying to beat Luther Vick's old murder record.
Well, Luther's not finished killing.
Tom-Tom Benitez's body was found in a parking lot.
Wait till he finds out
he could have killed him with a simple handshake.
What do you mean, “wait till he finds out”?
Cassidy thinks Luther probably doesn't even know he's sick.
Makes sense they wouldn't tell him.
The question's who?
You have a theory?
The defense department connection
and the fact that the virus is man-made
leads to one conclusion -- an illegal bioweapon project.
Go on.
How would you test a weaponized virus on a human being?
You would test it on someone who wouldn't be missed.
'Cause he's supposedly dead.
Cremate the imaginary body, leaving no evidence.
- Perfect plan. - Unless Luther escapes and you have to clean up the mess.
But why can't you find the files in the Pentagon system?
Because it's not the Pentagon. It's a private contractor.
And there's a lot of them in Texas.
I'll worry about that.
You two just stay focused on patient zero.
Luanne Vick's house?
♪ Tears on my pillow ♪
♪ I've got all night long ♪
♪ tears on my pillow ♪
♪ I've got all night long ♪
[ Gasps ]
Shh.
They got people looking for me.
If I let go, you promise you're gonna keep it together?
No screaming? Hmm?
[ Whimpers ]
What?
Well, ain't you glad to see me?
Of course, but h-how -- how is this even possible?
Well, the government's twice as bad as me.
But only half as smart. [ Chuckles ]
You know, the last thing I remember seeing
was your pretty face just before I died.
And then I wake up in some kind of laboratory or something.
People wearing these white coats and duck suits.
Duck suits? Mm-hmm.
You know, the rubber ones.
Anyhow, they shot me up with all sorts of stuff.
Told me one shot would put me to sleep, but look it.
I got these bad veins from booting tecata all those years.
[ Chuckles ] So I pretended I was out, waited for my chance,
and went all kinds of crazy.
[ Both chuckle ]
Next thing I knew, break out of the building,
in the middle of one of them rich-kid concerts.
[ Gasps ]
I've been in prison, girl.
We ain't slow dancing.
[ Both chuckle ]
What am I doing here, Lillian?
You wanted shared product.
This won't be in my sit-report.
What I'm about to tell you has to remain confidential.
Of course.
The virus is man-made.
Can you source it?
Not specifically.
But given the incubation rate, we think that patient zero
was infected within two hours
of his appearance at the festival.
So he was infected in the Austin area.
There's more.
We think it's one of your contractors.
Why do you think that?
Nobody takes on the cost and risk
of a bioweapon without a buyer.
And there's no buyer like the military.
Ah, that's conjecture.
Do you have anything that stands up?
We tracked a phone call to a protected P-2-7 number.
The Pentagon?
Someone in your shop is violating
the Geneva convention, Greg.
[ Sighs ]
Okay, let me get my beak wet on this.
Thank you for coming to me, Lillian.
I owe you one.
You have him?
Making a call now. Routing to your earpiece.
Greg: We need to catch this guy
before Lillian Strand's people do.
He terminated the call.
You were right. He's dirty.
Ever since the beginning of the Iraq war,
defense intelligence has been obsessed
with bio and chemical weapons.
Of course, this phone call doesn't prove anything.
Had he mentioned Luther Vick by name we would have him.
No, he's too smart for that.
Gabriel: See? I'm a natural.
Just don't crash.
Look. No hands.
Or crazy Nelson hat.
Do you see anyone inside?
[ Sighs ] Switching to thermal now.
C-Doc, are you seeing this?
That's Tom-Tom's van in the driveway,
which Luther stole.
Let's go get our guy.
All right, TAC team's 15 minutes out.
Lillian, if I may?
Please remember the antibodies
can only be harvested from a live virus.
That virus will die if the host dies.
Noted, doc. We'll bring him back alive.
Where are you going? We're waiting for the TAC team.
We can't wait.
Hey, you don't just get to make these decisions on your own.
We're either partners or we're not.
Who said we're partners?
I have a job to do, too. And that's to keep you alive.
You heard what the doc said.
Do you really want to risk the local police
pulling the trigger on Luther, a cop killer?
Fine.
But you're wearing these.
Gloves? Are you kidding me?
If you come into direct contact with the virus,
you will be infected.
Yeah, but we'll have the cure in handcuffs.
[ Sighs ] Can you ever just say yes?
You can't touch him. Understand?
Are you ready?
[ Gunshots ]
Do you know how emasculating it is
when you tackle me like that?
Are you saying you feel like a girl?
That's not what I'm saying!
'Cause you look pretty today.
One's going around front. I got this one.
[ Gunshots ]
Go.
[ Grunts ]
[ Tires screech ]
[ Gunfire ]
[ Tires screech ]
Last time I felt a hammer strike like that
was Fort Benning, Georgia.
So we just got our asses kicked by U.S. special forces.
Hang on a second. You're pissed at us?
Luther Vick is infected and highly contagious.
You two should never have engaged on your own.
Not to mention, you destroyed my quadcopter.
Well, it wasn't Luther we found in there, was it?
These were soldiers in level-A Hazmat suits,
special forces training,
and cover fire from an MP5 submachine gun.
When are you gonna arrest this general of yours?
You don't just arrest
the director of Defense Intelligence.
We need proof that Carter's involved.
How are you gonna get that?
He's arrogant and probably doesn't think
he's done anything wrong.
He'll make a mistake. But that's my concern.
You just stay on problem.
We can't make a cure without Luther.
[ Beep ] What is it?
Django, the kid from the festival.
His father just died.
[ Monitor beeping ]
[ Air hisses ] Nelson: No, don't!
We can't let them die, too.
Letters.
What about them?
Luanne and Luther met after he was incarcerated.
Yeah. So?
It's called hybristophilia -- monster worship.
These women like to write letters to horrible men.
Those letters can turn into visits
and sometimes a prison wedding.
It's prison policy to scan all documents received by inmates.
Any letter Luanne wrote to Luther
would be kept in a database. I'm already in.
Scan for places -- homes, hotels, vacation spots.
Here's something.
Luanne wrote about a farmhouse her grandmother owned.
“She's gonna leave it to me in her will.”
How quickly can you -- Grandmother, Selma Green.
She's in a retirement home but still owns the house.
Route 35 north, outside of Round Rock.
Woman: Latest reports indicate
that the death count has reached 183.
Symptoms begin with hives on the torso
followed by high fever and muscle pain.
[ Door opens ] If you observe any of these symptoms on yourself...
I got beer, cigarettes, some chips and stuff.
I don't think we're gonna score in this town, though.
[ Both chuckle ]
This is a lot better than staring
at those pictures you used to send.
Those pictures were nice.
[ Chuckles ] Mm.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Inhales sharply ]
What's wrong?
Get off! What?
Aah! [ Clatter ]
You got it!
T-t-that disease they've been talking about!
Oh, God! Oh, God! What do I do?
What do they -- what do they say to do?
I-I need a doctor.
I need -- I need to go to the hospital!
I need --
Wait a minute.
That's what they did to you.
What are you talking about?
You said that they took you somewhere
and shot you up with all kinds of stuff.
Maybe they made you sick!
Maybe you're the one who's giving it all to these people!
No, no. You're crazy. Look at -- look at me.
I'm -- I'm -- I'm fine.
You're the only one I've been around, Luther!
I can't take you to the hospital, girl.
I can't take you along in that condition.
And I can't leave you here to lead them to me.
300 new cases today.
This is what happens when you screw around with mother nature.
I didn't mean you, obviously.
Know how many people they tried to implant the chip in
before I came along?
Three. All volunteers, like me.
What happened to them?
Two dead, one paralyzed.
I'm surprised you volunteered after that.
Couldn't find Amelia.
I thought the chip would help.
[ Sighs ]
Let's go.
Gloves.
Put...them...on.
[ Sighs ]
Gabriel.
Blood's still blooming. It's fresh. Means he's close.
[ Swing creaking ]
[ Gun cocks ] Drop it.
Good girl. Let her go, Luther. We don't want to hurt you.
Hurt me? And how you plan on doing that?
What's with the gloves?
[ Grunts ]
Stay back, Gabriel.
Scumbag infected me.
Infected you?
You're telling me Luanne was right?
I was a carrier?
What do we have?
We've got General Carter on a sat phone.
Triangulating now.
[ Beeping ]
Got it.
Recipient of the call is two clicks away
from Gabriel and Riley's current location.
On speaker now.
Greg: You are authorized for containment.
All solutions are go. Repeat.
All solutions are go.
They know where Luther is. Get me Gabriel.
Lillian, we got him.
We need an exfil chopper at this location.
And make it quick.
Gabriel, Carter's men are closing in.
We got to move.
Man: We're on site, sir.
Greg: Approach and detain.
Gabriel, get out of there.
[ Gun cocks ] Don't move!
Let me see those hands!
Drop your weapon! Weapons down!
[ Sighs ] Well, that was fast.
Sir, we've secured the package. Collateral snug and tight.
Package to the kitchen.
Scrub the collateral.
Yes, sir.
All right, let's go. Move. Get them inside.
Let's go. Inside.
[ Grunts ]
You okay? Yeah.
Don't get too close.
[ Sighs ]
I don't get it. Why didn't they just shoot us?
'Cause they don't want to leave any bullets behind in the ashes.
Man: Torch it.
[ Flames roar ]
What are you looking at?
The drain.
The wood's weaker where the flames are. That's the way out.
Let's do it.
There's a guy outside making sure we don't get out.
[ Coughs ] How do you know that?
I'm inside his helmet cam.
Come on. We got to do this together.
You touch me, and you're infected.
We're either partners or we're not.
Come on.
Are you ready?
One, two...
I'm in the other guy's comm.
I can see everything he sees.
Where is Luther?
Half a click to the north, heading towards the road.
We can still catch them.
[ Grunts ]
[ Gun cocks ]
Gabriel...behind you.
You don't want to do that, Luther.
You think this is a first for me?
I've offed cops before.
We're trying to save you, man.
Save me? Turn around.
[ Sighs ] If you say so.
Ah. We're in quite the pickle now, boy.
The gun is at your throat, Luther.
Careful, Gabriel.
Yeah, I know.
I'm smart enough to know that people need me alive.
This sickness I supposedly have --
it has something to do with that, right?
Right. Well, am I getting you sick right now?
How does this work? You kill anyone you touch.
You should be used to that.
What are you doing, Luther?
This world never gave me nothing.
So, we're even.
Luther, don't!
Oh, don't worry. I'm gonna reach up from hell
and pull both of you down with me.
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
We got to get him to CDC hq.
You too. You need that vaccine.
We lost both of them? Where's Luther?!
Somebody tell me something! [ Explosion ]
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Get on the ground now! Get those hands up!
What the hell is going on here?
Do you know who I am?
Yes, general, we know who you are.
We know now.
So this is what they mean by civilian leadership.
You two?
You have no idea what you're doing.
You used a human being as a Guinea pig.
No matter what his crime -- Human being?
Luther Vick killed two police officers.
In return, the court took away his life
and gave it to the state.
We are the state.
You're just as bad as the murderer you used.
If we can make an anti-virus out of Luther's blood,
we'll be ready when a weapon like this virus
comes across our borders.
We both know it's on the way.
The monsters are at the gate, Lillian.
Looks to me like the monsters are right here.
Get him out of here.
That's a big win for you.
It's a win for the country.
You've expanded the purview of Cyber Com
dramatically with Clockwork.
You know, the only thing that worries me
more than the power of any one agency
is the power of any one agent.
Are we talking about Gabriel?
Or are we talking about me?
That really gonna work?
The anti-virus?
Yeah.
Take care of my boy first.
This is super-medicine, Django.
It'll make you better.
And it'll protect you from kryptonite.
You're gonna be all right, sweetheart.
We both are.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
[ Sighs ] Gabriel: Luther's dead.
Virus converted faster than Cassidy thought.
It advanced rapidly. He was dead in two hours.
What time is it?
Why? Were you sleeping?
It's only 8:00.
We still have to have our nightly check-in.
Annoying, right?
[ Chuckles ] Not as annoying
as having your ass saved by a girl.
You think you saved my ass?
What else is new?
Hey, can I ask you a personal question?
Sure.
How do you feel about the chip now that...
Amelia's gone?
I don't know.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked.
Um, you don't need to think about that.
I think about it all the time.
Good night, Riley.
Good night.
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