04x08 - Breathing Space

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(ENGINE RUNNING)

(WHIRRING)

(CLATTERING)

The trash goes
in the incinerator.

Then the steam is
converted to electricity.

Helps power New York City.
Pretty cool, right?

Yeah. Real cool, Dad.

Look, "Take your daughter
to work" day wasn't my idea.

(HORN HONKS)
I'll be right back.
Don't touch anything.

(WHIRRING)

(BEEPING)

(SCREAMS)

Have a great day.
Thanks.

CARRIE: Hey.
Oh, morning, Carrie!

Quad latte
coming right up.
Yes.

How are you, Deedie?
How did you do on your exam?

B-plus. That memory thing
you taught me really helped.

I'll never be able
to get those formulas
out of my brain.

Welcome to my world.

Large skinny mocha, please.

DEEDIE: You got it.
(COFFEE MACHINE WHIRRING)

Excuse me, but I couldn't help
noticing your eyes.

They're so...
Luminous?

That's exactly what
I was going to say.

Look at us,
on the same page already.

Well, a man who notices
a woman's eyes...

You must be a real romantic.

We're a dying breed.

How about I take you to dinner?

That sounds so nice.

Will Cindy be joining us?

Sorry?

Cindy, your wife,

who you married
two months ago
to this very day?

Oh, I'm divorced now.

Wow, that was fast.

(BOTH LAUGH)

You should probably take
your wedding ring off, then.

I, uh...

In fact, I remember your
wedding was in the boathouse
in Central Park,

overlooking the swans,
because swans mate for life,

the symbolism of which
was apparently lost on you.

(LAUGHS) I'm sorry.

I had no idea you
were Cindy's friend.

Oh!
Look, I was just,

you know, talking to you.

I was just checking
my market value for Cindy.

You were making sure
you were still attractive
to Cindy by hitting on me?

Wow, what a thoughtful husband.

Cindy is a lucky, lucky girl.

Exactly. This was
completely innocent.

Maybe don't tell her.

Maybe stop hitting on people
when you're married, okay?

I won't. I will.

Keep the change.

You're not really going
to tell Cindy, are you?

Oh, I've never
met Cindy.
What?

It's really sad. I read
the Sunday Times wedding
announcements every week,

and, you know,
I remember everything.

Cindy and Larry Carlin
of Montauk.

Can't get any of the sappy
details out of my head.

Thank you.
No, no, no.
It's on Larry.

Larry's a generous guy,
isn't he?
He sure is.

Okay, so our Jane Doe is
Dr. Norah Al-Bayati, age 33,

the only child
of Iraqi refugees.

Cause of death?
We don't know yet.

Delina's still working on it.

What do we know about her?

She got a full scholarship
to MIT at 16 years old.

Got her PhD
by the time she was 24.

Worked in the public
and private sector...

in R&D for aerospace companies,

as a consultant
for military contracts,

lead researcher
at Hudson University,

where she also taught
aeronautical engineering.

Wow, impressive.
High achiever.

Which makes it
that much weirder.
I'm not following.

In the week leading
up to her death,

she had no phone calls,
no emails, nothing.

And that wasn't
the first time
that it happened.

This disappearance act
happened several times
in the past six months.

An overachiever randomly
and periodically
falls off the grid.

Maybe Norah was
leading a double life.

Mr. and Mrs. Al-Bayati,
we're very sorry
for your loss.

And thank you for
agreeing to let us

take a look at your
daughter's place.

Of course.
Oh, I'm sorry...

Sit, please.
Thank you.

So I understand your
daughter was a very
talented engineer.

Oh, yes, ever since
she was a child.

Planes, helicopters...
Anything that went
up in the air.

MOTHER: Norah got
a scar on her forehead

when she jumped off the couch
when she was four. (CHUCKLES)

It broke her heart
when she realized
that she couldn't fly.

Can you tell me about what
your daughter was up to
these past few weeks...

Anything out of the ordinary?

Well, it's hard to know.

Norah worked on projects
that she couldn't talk about.

She had signed papers,
nondisclosure agreements.

Yeah, she took them
very seriously.
Yeah.

(CAT MEOWS)
Oh, my God, her cat.

We'll have to take her.
(CRYING)

Norah was very excited

about the project that
she was working on.

She couldn't say
anything about it,

but she told us that it was
the opportunity of a lifetime.

Uh, she said that
she would be gone weeks,

maybe months,
if everything worked out.

She have a boyfriend?
Was she romantically
involved with anyone?

Norah was very private
about her personal life,

uh, as most children
are with their parents.

But there was that man
who came by.

He was looking for Norah.

He came around
a couple months ago.

Yes, yes, he was drunk.
I remember him.

He was very upset.
He said that Norah
was ruining his life,

and when I asked Norah about it,

she said not to worry,

that he was another professor
just jealous over her work.

Did you get a name?

No.
No, but he was
in his 40s.

He was maybe overweight,
had a beard.

And he had a white stripe
in his hair.

Yes, like a skunk.

Okay, so we're looking
for a Professor Gordon Dawes.

Overweight aerospace professor
who looks like a skunk.

Can't be too many of those.

Uh, Professor Dawes?

Yeah, right there, man.
Thanks.

(KNOCKING)

Office hours
are at 3:00.

Dawes? Police.
We need to talk to you.

(DOOR CLICKS)

I did go by her parents' place.

How come?

Well, I was up
for tenure, again,

and I didn't get it, again.

Aerospace positions
are difficult to come by.

Norah was on the selection
committee, and I was upset.

Why, she didn't vote for you?

As a matter of fact,
no, she didn't.

I shouldn't have gone by.
I was drunk.

It's one of many regrets
I have in my life.

You care to share
any other regrets?

(LAUGHS) How much time you got?

I was... (SIGHS) Devastated
about what happened to Norah.

She was a good friend.

Even though she rejected
your tenure?

Sounds like she had
some kind of pull on you.

(SIGHS)

There was nothing
going on with Norah.

Seems like you wish
there had been.

Well...
(SCOFFS)

She wasn't into guys.

You know, not that I would've
had a chance with her, anyway.

She was...

She was way out of my league.

Any idea who was in her league?

(SIGHS) Well, yeah,
there was this one woman

who, um, pursued her
like a pro...

Uh, wine, flowers,
weekend getaway.

Any idea who this suitor was?

Oh, no, I prefer not to know
who my competition is.

We'll need to know
what you've been up to
these past few days.

You think you can
get that to us?

Oh, well, that won't
be difficult.

You know, if I'm not here,
I'm at Rudy's Tavern
on 112th and Lexington.

They can tell you.

It's the longest
relationship I've had.

Hey, Delina.
Hey.

So what have we got?

Based on rigor,
she died probably
about 72 hours ago,

which means sometime
Friday afternoon,

but the cause of death
is what got me beat.

What do you mean?

Well, she has a contusion
on the back of her head here,

but it's not serious enough
to be the cause of death.

She was naked when she was found

but no signs of sexual as*ault.

No g*nsh*t wounds,
no lacerations,

no injection points, nothing.

So we have no idea
what k*lled her?

Tox screens will be
back tomorrow.

Maybe that'll give us something.

As soon as they come in,
you call me, okay?
All right.

All right, what have you found?

So off of that tip we got
from Professor Dawes,

I looked into
all the deliveries
that Norah received

while she was at
Hudson University,
and most recently,

she got a large package
from a place called
Stalwart Vineyards.

At first, I didn't
think too much of it

but then did some digging,

and guess who owns
Stalwart Vineyards.

Who?
Joyce Chen.

Wait, Joyce Chen,
the billionaire
who created VistaView?

The very same.
Guess what else I found.

Ran Norah's credit cards...

(TYPING RAPIDLY)

And that weekend getaway
the professor
was talking about

was to Joyce's Napa Valley
vineyard retreat,

on her private jet.

Wow. Dawes had no idea how
out of his league Norah was.

And being in a relationship
with Joyce

might not have been
a good thing for Norah.

Joyce had
a pretty bad reputation
for some nasty breakups.

You know the model
Christina Rodriguez?

Well, apparently, they dated,
and when Christina left her,

she got into this
really bad car accident...

The circumstances of which,
very suspicious.

I think I know
just the person
to pay Joyce a visit.

Kick.
(GRUNTS)

Carrie Wells.

You spoke to my partner,
Al Burns, on the phone.

Yeah, I'll give you
five minutes.

Then I got a call
with Abu Dhabi.

Okay.
(VELCRO RIPS)

What was your relationship
with Norah Al-Bayati?

Sure.
I don't have one.

Really?
'Cause I heard
you took her away

for a romantic weekend
at your vineyard.

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, she's not my type.

I'm more into models, not nerds.

And... Maybe cops.

Oh.

You were interested
in her, weren't you?

Professionally...

I was trying to persuade her
to join my aerospace R&D team.

And how did that
work out for you?

She turned me down,
but Norah and I
parted ways amicably.

You don't strike me
as the kind of woman

who takes "no" amicably.

Norah will come around.

(WHISPERS)
I tend to get what
I want in the end.

So do I, and what I want

is to know who m*rder*d
Norah Al-Bayati.

Wait, Norah's dead?

Interesting.

Yeah, you seem
all broken up about it.

I could pretend to be,

but my real emotion is relief.

She's not working
for somebody else.
Wow.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Nice left hook.

Thanks.

So, uh, she actually,
you know...

(CLICKS TONGUE)
Hit on you?

No, I never said
she hit on me, okay?

I said it was
more of a... vibe.

I don't know,
it was just a...
Ooh.

Okay, you, back to the case.

You're like a teenager.
Focus, talk to me.

Right, okay, right.
So, uh... (CHUCKLES)

Friday afternoon,
Joyce had a presentation

for over 200 employees
in Hartford,

so she doesn't look good
for Norah's m*rder.

(INHALES SHARPLY)
This came for you.

"A beautiful red
for a beautiful red."

Oh, boy.
"Hope to have
a taste myself."

(LAUGHING)
Oh, man!

So, if there were
any lingering doubt,
Carrie,

Joyce Chen totally wants you.

Or she totally wants
to not go to jail.

Or she totally wants me!
Back to the case.

Right, Joyce's alibi checks out.

Bringing us back to square one.

Not necessarily.

When I was talking to Joyce,
she said...

She was relieved
that Norah was dead,

which is horrible, I know,

and she said it was because
she didn't want Norah

working for one
of her competitors.

What if Norah
was already working

for one of her competitors?

Who have we got?

Well, how about these guys?

Let me introduce you to
Meredith Hubert, Avra Feld,
and Phineas Capitan.

Now, for the past decade,
these four have been

neck and neck in
a technology race,

and they've been
playing dirty...

Corporate espionage,
poaching talent from
each other's teams.

What kinds of projects
have they been competing on?

Well, most recently,
they've been competing

to create a pressurized suit
that would allow someone

to free-fall
at supersonic speeds
from the edge of space.

And the winner was...

Avra Feld's SkyDive.

MOTHER: Norah worked
on projects that she
couldn't talk about.

Norah had a cap with
that same logo on it
in her apartment.

She was working for Avra Feld.

And if Feld thought
Norah was jumping ship
to Joyce's crew,

he may have k*lled
to protect his secrets.

Let's go talk to Avra Feld.

AL: Thanks for
talking to us, Mr. Feld.

We just want to ask you
a few questions about
Norah Al-Bayati.

Norah Al-who?

It seems she might
have worked for you.

I've got thousands of people
that work for me.

I can't keep track
of them all. (CHUCKLES)

I was named Forbes' Most
Influential Businessman

last year, if you
happen to recall.

I do happen to recall.
And it was Forbes'
Most Influential Techies,

and you were number two
underneath Joyce Chen.

If you're looking
for a list of my employees,

you can talk to my secretary.

No, we know your
employees sign NDAs,

so chances are,
if Norah worked here,

your secretary would have
no record of that.

Then we're done here,
detectives.

MOTHER: Norah worked
on projects that she
couldn't talk about.

She had signed papers,
nondisclosure agreements.

(CAT MEOWS)

Oh, my God, the cat.

Oh, my God.

You're planning some kind
of mission to Mars,

specifically to the volcano
Arsia Mons,

and Norah was helping you.

(CHUCKLES)

That's an interesting theory,

except the technology
to go to Mars is years away.

That's what you want
your competitors to believe,

but Norah's parents told us

that she was excited
about a project at work,

that it was going to take her
away for a few months.

You know what I think?
I think she was helping you
fast-track the technology,

and she was training
to go on the mission.

This is absurd.

When Joyce started
showing interest in Norah,

maybe you k*lled her to
protect your little secret.

Maybe one of my competitors
is trying to set me up
to take the blame here.

Either way, you can direct
all future questions

to my lawyer, Clay Hibbard
at Berkowitz and Etz.

Great. We're so sorry
to have bothered you.

You know what, though,
I think this is going to make

an awesome story for the press,

and the thing is,
I love to be in the press.

It's true. She does.
I do. I really do.

You don't have anything.

An insider tip
from a well-known cop

is gonna open
Pandora's box for you.

So either you start helping us,

or I'm going to call
the press and share
my "theories."

(SIGHS) Okay.

I am planning a mission
to Mars, and...

Norah was gonna go.

So Carrie and I
had to twist his arm,

but Mr. Feld finally
told us about his plans.

Uh-huh.

It seems he's got
a secret training facility

in a warehouse in Yonkers

that simulates
the conditions on Mars.

Mars. You gotta
be kidding.

Right now, he has
seven candidates.

They've been participating
in a series of lockdowns

to prepare for
an eventual mission.

Norah was one of the seven.

Well, then, that explains her
mysterious time off the grid.

Mmm-hmm, they were
locked in last week,
got out Friday,

had a furlough over the weekend,

and started a new lockdown
at 6:00 this morning.

Boy, you two really
got Mr. Feld to talk.

I'm hoping you did this
by the book.

Always. "By the book" is
Carrie's middle name.
Mmm-hmm.

So are the candidates
in this facility monitored?

Is there a camera?
Only on the outside.

Jay's going through the footage,

trying to find any signs
of Norah's movements.

Mars.

Mars.

Talk to me.
So I got those
test results back.

Norah's cause of death...

Carbon dioxide poisoning.

She suffocated on CO2?
Exactly.

This is going to sound
like something out of
a sci-fi film, okay,

but just bear with me.
Okay.

Avra Feld, that big tech guy
we've been talking to...

He has a secret
Mars simulation facility.

I kind of bullied him
into telling me.

And guess what the atmosphere
of Mars consists of mostly.

Carbon...
BOTH: Dioxide.

Exactly. Now you said
she died last Friday.
Yeah.

That facility was on lockdown.

No one coming in,
no one going out,

which means if she was m*rder*d,

someone on the inside did it.

And that narrows down
our list of suspects.

Yes, it does.

CARRIE: Norah never
left your facility,
at least not alive.

Which means Norah's k*ller
is one of the six
other candidates.

But now that they've started,

I can't interrupt the lockdown.

The candidates have
already begun isolation

for the next training period.

It would compromise
the entire...
You know what I think?

I think that you don't want
anyone in your facility

digging around that
might expose your secrets.

That's assuming that your theory

has any connection to reality.

You know what does have
a connection to reality?

Me talking to Joyce Chen
about your reusable rocket.

Nice try. Everyone who's
anyone is trying to develop
a reusable rocket.

Not everybody's doing it using
a nuclear thermal rocket

with a compact fission
reactor core

using 93% enriched
uranium-235 fuel.

How the hell do you know that?

You're not the only one
with secrets, Mr. Feld.

You should know Joyce Chen
is a little smitten
with my partner here.

More than a little smitten.
She sent me a box of wine.

She's quite the ladies' lady.

She sent her a box of wine.

Do you know what that means?
Know what that means?

I'll bet she wants to
talk to my partne
r about your formulas.

That's corporate espionage.

It would only be
corporate espionage

if we had signed one of your

ironclad nondisclosure
agreements when we came
to your office, but...

Since we didn't,
if Carrie mentioned
it to her,

it would just be,
I don't know...

Pillow talk.

What do you want?

I want to go in.
Undercover.

What?
What?

What?
It's the best way.

If we pull those
candidates out,
they lawyer up.

Your secrets are exposed, right?

Now, if I go in as a candidate,

I can dig around,
find out who the k*ller is.

It's very Agatha Christie.

Okay, these people have been
in training for months.

What do you think, huh?

You think you can just walk
in there and join the team?

Yeah, I know I can.
I'm kind of a genius.

It's a long story.
He can fill you in.

Listen, you don't have a choice.

Either I go in,
or we shut you down.

I'll figure something out.

Aw, thank you.
We'll be in touch.

All right.

You can't be serious about
going undercover in there.

We'd be locked in with a k*ller.

That's exactly how I like it.

I need you to convince Russo.

Why am I always
doing your dirty work?

'Cause I love it
when you talk dirty.

Don't be cute.

How'd you pull
all that stuff out?

Uranium-235 fuel,
fission?

I saw a diagram on his desk.

Wow.
Why so surprised?

I remember crazy stuff
all the time.

It just sounds so...

Say it again.

Compact fission reactor core

with a 93% enriched
uranium-235 fuel.

God, I love it
when you talk dirty.

All right, listen,
if we pull everyone out,

you know, they'll lawyer up

and our investigation
will be stonewalled.

But if we go in there
undercover,

we can find the crime scene,
interact with the candidates,

figure out access, motives.

Yeah, but don't you think
the candidates are gonna be

suspicious of two random people

just joining the lockdown?

Well, yeah, if we go in
as fellow candidates,

but we could go in
as scientists.

If we could tell them
that Feld sent us in

to assess the training
or something like that.

So running tests
and observing people.

Like maybe a psychologist
and a medical expert?

You know, Carrie could be
a psychologist.

Yeah, I mean, obviously,
she could memorize enough

to pass as a psychologist,

but, um...
(CHUCKLES)

There's no way I could
pass as a doctor, so...

No, Delina.
Delina should go.

Delina?

Yeah. Delina has been
through Quantico training
and med school.

But Carrie and I are a team.

No, this is perfect.

You continue
with your investigation

of the candidates' backgrounds,

and you get your wish.

Your girl Carrie's
going to Mars.

(CLAPS)
Not bedtime yet!

But I'm tired.

I've seen you up
way later than this, okay?

Remember last Thursday
at the club?

No, because I blacked out.
And how can you compare
partying at a club

to learning all of this stuff?

Oh, come on,
we get to pretend
to be other people,

go to Mars, and catch a k*ller.

This is way more fun
than a club.

All right. Refocus.

Focus. Drink your coffee.
Got it.

We have six candidates
who were in lockdown
with Norah last week.

First one, Simon Sheffield,
aerospace engineer.

He replaced Norah
in the food chain.

With her out, he's in,
which makes him...

Our prime suspect.
Exactly.

CARRIE: Okay, Mike Wilcox,
mechanical engineer.

And this one is...

DELINA: Kristina Payne,
the other engineer.

See? You're not tired.
You're awesome.

Biologist Beth Leners.

Erica Campbell,
Air Force-trained engineer,

and her counterpart,
Navy-trained Randy Reynolds.

All right.

Behind one of these doors
is a k*ller.

And we're gonna catch 'em.

CARRIE: I promise you,
I'll be careful.

I don't like this, Carrie.

You can't even take
your g*n with you.

Well, that's because
there's nowhere to hide a g*n

in my super-sexy,
skintight Mars jumpsuit.

I'm kidding.

There's no super-sexy,
skintight Mars jumpsuit.

But if I take a g*n in there,
Al, and someone finds it,

they'll make me as a cop.

I'm not loving this plan.

24 hours and I'm pulling you
out of there.

Admit it, you want to be
in zero gravity with me.

Number seven on my bucket list.

Number seven?
What's number one?

I'll tell you
when you're out of there,

safe and alive.

I promise you,
I am not gonna get k*lled

until I know what number one
on your bucket list is.

Part of the simulation
is to have periods

of total isolation
from the outside world.

We're cut off
for 24 hours, got it.

Somebody falls and breaks
a leg or gets sick,

you've got to count
on your team
to see you through it.

Well, I got that covered.
I'm a doctor.

That's the Greenhouse Room
where they cultivate food.

Here's the Atmosphere Room.

This is the Cold Room.

To simulate the Martian climate,

we keep it super-cooled
at a temperature

of -100 degrees Fahrenheit.

Well, at 100 below,
our body temperature

will reach 65 degrees
in under three minutes.

Game over.
Exactly.

Cold enough for ya'?
That's cold.

You guys joining the party?

They're here to observe.

Evaluate.
Assess.
We're here to assess.

Since this next phase
will be even more stressful,

I've decided that in-person
evaluations and counseling

will be necessary.

Meet Dr. Bergs
and Dr. Smith.

You'll have plenty of time
to get to know each other.

Now as you know,
Norah didn't
show up yesterday,

and I am sorry to inform you

she will not be
continuing with the program.

WOMAN: Oh, no.
Wait, why?

That's terrible.

Better to lose her now
than discover later

she couldn't hack it.

Dr. Smith,
I'll show you to your pod.

Erica, show
Dr. Bergs to hers.

This was Norah's room.
Now it's all yours.

Need I remind you,
Dr. Smith,

once we go to lockdown,
if anything goes wrong,

you're on your own.

Good luck.

Thanks, man.
Yeah, no problem.

So, just check
the nitrogen output levels

in the Cold Room
at 19:00 hours?

I owe you one.

COMPUTER: Lockdown initiating.

(BUZZER)

(DOORS CLOSING)

Hey.
(GASPS)

What?
God, you gave me a fright.

It's good to know
this pod is as small as mine.

This was her room.
Norah's.

This place is so...

Claustrophobic.

(SIGHS) Cut off.

So what do we do now?

Well...

Now we look around
and see if this place

will give up any of its secrets.

(ALARM BLARING)

It's coming from the Cold Room!

(ALARM CONTINUES)

You can't go in there
without a suit. You'll freeze!

Get us suits.
Get us suits!
Now!

He's dead.

By the angle of his fall
and the crack in his mask,

I can tell
he was hit from behind.

He was m*rder*d.

Someone is picking off
the members of this team,

one by one.

We gotta get
this lockdown lifted

and get everybody out of here.

No, we can't.

We've still got 24 hours.

We have to get
everybody out of here!

Delina, if we don't catch
the k*ller in 24 hours,
we'll get them all out.

We'll do it more traditionally.

Until then, we're locked in.

So we keep our cover,
and we tell everyone

that Simon's death
was an accident.

Okay?

Okay.

There's been an accident.

Simon Sheffield is dead.

What?
No, that's impossible.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Okay, wait, wait, everybody,
just hold on a second.

It seems like he didn't
fasten his suit correctly

in the Cold Room, and, uh...

Yeah, he...

He died of severe hypothermia.

(ALL GASPING)
(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

If any of you would
like grief counseling,

I'm available
one-on-one, or...

Mike? Beth?

We could talk now, as a group?

No takers?
Okay, wow, tough bunch.

(SIGHS) All right, guys,

well, know that I'm here, and...

go about your business.

(ALL MURMURING)

Hey.

Randy, you okay?

Fine, Doc.

So what goes on in here?

Breathing.

Close the door.
Sure.

Ooh!

This room is airtight,
which lets us play around

with the Martian
atmosphere in here.

95.3% carbon dioxide
doesn't sound that playful.

Which is why we need this.

It converts CO2 to oxygen.

Wow.

First, we replicate
Mars' atmosphere.

(BEEPING)

CARRIE: I'm not a chemical
engineer or anything,

but if that doesn't turn
this CO2 into oxygen,

aren't we both gonna die?

Normally we wear
suits when we flood
the room with CO2,

but I bet you like
to live on the edge.

Mmm.

Let's get some oxygen in here.

Let's do that.

(BEEPING)

(MACHINE WHIRS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(LAUGHS)

You got a pretty good set
of lungs on you, Doc.

Thank you.

Yours aren't so bad yourself.

So it's a small space in here,

all you guys locked up together.

Anybody hooking up?

Is that an invitation?

'Cause I know
the no-fraternization policy.

Grounds for dismissal.

You spend a lot of time
in Norah's pod?

I wasn't in her pod.
Really?

Because I found
a stone just like...

Just like the one on
your bracelet in her room.

I was in there
looking for her notebook,

where she wrote down her ideas,

and I thought that
if I could just read it,

then maybe I could
get an advantage.

Why? What was in it?

I don't know.
I never found it.

I swear, please,
just don't tell Feld.

I'm here for counseling
and support, that's all.

That's all.

To evaluate, so, uh,

you know, if you want to talk,
about anything, I'm here.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKS ON WALL)

(GASPS)

Hey.
(GASPS)

(WHISPERING) God,
you gotta quit sneaking
up on me like that.

(WHISPERING) I'm sorry.
What are you reading?

I found Norah's journal.

It was hidden in a secret panel.

It's a lot of
calculations and numbers,

but I want you to
listen to this, okay?

"Noticed Mike's tremor again.

"Shaking, especially
in his hands.

"Neurological condition?"

And here, from Friday,
the day she was k*lled,

"Need to talk to Mike
about my concerns."

(WHISPERS) So if Mike had
a neurological condition,

then he would be disqualified
from the mission.

Exactly right,
and if Norah figured it out,

maybe he k*lled her
to keep his secret.

(SIGHS)

Wait a second.

Mike inspected the
Atmosphere Room on Friday,

the day she was k*lled.

I saw his initials
on the sign-in sheet.

Okay. So let's say she walks
in and he's in there, right?

Shh.

(QUIETER) Okay,
let's say she walks in
and he's in there.

She asks him
about his condition,

he flies off the handle,
and then he kills her.

Yes.
But why would he k*ll Simon?

(SIGHS)

That's something
Mike's going to have
to answer for us.

Where is he now?

He said he's training
in the pool.

I think it's time I gave Mike
his psychological evaluation.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Mike?

Wait.

He's not moving.

Mike!

MIKE: Thanks, man.
Yeah, no problem.

So just check
the nitrogen output levels

in the Cold Room
at 19:00 hours?

I owe you one.

Simon wasn't the target.

Mike is.

Come on, Mike.
(COUGHING)

Breathe, Mike.

(COUGHING) What happened?

Look at me.
Look at me.

I need you to
tell us what happened.

Uh...

I was working on
the ventilation endurance.

Right.
My suit filled with water.

I went for the surface,
but I must have blacked out.

Thank you, by the way.

You move fast for a shrink.

Mike, you can't
hide this anymore, okay?

You can't.

It's dangerous to you,
it's dangerous to the mission,

and now I need you
to talk to me.

Okay. I started getting
the shakes a couple weeks ago.

Okay. Did anybody else
on the team notice?

Norah picked up on it.

We... She was worried
about me, so we talked.

When was the last time
you saw Norah before she left?

Um, Thursday night.

I remember
I was feeling really sick,

so bad that I asked
if she could help me out,

take my inspection shift.

She fudged the log
to cover for me.

She signed it with my initials.

All right, listen to me.

I want you to go
wait over there.

Dr. Berg is
going to join you.

Don't go anywhere
without her, okay?

We want to make
sure you're all right.

(GRUNTS)

What is going on?
Mike's not the suspect.

He's the target!
What?

I heard him talking to Simon.

Mike was supposed to
be in the Cold Room.

He asked Simon
to cover for him.
Okay.

Whoever k*lled Simon
was after Mike.

We gotta think this through.

Okay, so let's say Norah goes in

and does an inspection
of the Atmosphere Room, right?

And she finds something,
and she goes to Mike with it.

Right, and whatever it
is that she told Mike

is what got her k*lled.

Right, and Mike knows
what she knows,

but he's still alive, which
means his life is in danger,

and now so is ours.

Okay. Okay.
Stay with him.

Don't let him out of your
sight, and be careful.

All right, but where you going?

I'm going to
go find whatever it is
that Norah found.

All right.

All right.

(WHISPERING)
Talk to me, room.

What happened?

(BEEPING)

Oh, hey.

What are you doing in here?

Oh, nothing.
I was just trying to...

get a lay of the land,
you know, figure out...

What do these readings
mean over here?

Those are related to our
oxygen conversion tests,

making sure we
are successfully converting
CO2 to oxygen,

and then those
numbers indicate
the duration of the tests.

Oh, that's quite
a range between numbers.

How long is a normal test?

Varies, but on average,
10 to 20 minutes?

Do you ever experience
any kind of problems

when the conversions run longer?

(LAUGHS) As the data analyst,

I can assure you, the system
has performed impeccably,

no matter the length of test,
but if you're concerned,

we can always just
test them ourselves.

Great, yeah.
I'd love to see it, thanks.

I'll just let the
CO2 run for a bit,

and then we'll turn
the oxygen converters on.

They're gonna work just fine.

Great.

Sounds great.

So... So what happens if,

I don't know, they found
out that the converter

couldn't work for
a sustained period of time?

I mean, that would...

Well, that would
certainly delay
or even cancel out

the possibility
of a mission to Mars, right?

Well, yeah,
if the problem was serious.

But I'm not following.

You m*rder*d Norah.

You m*rder*d Simon,

and you tried to k*ll Mike

so that they didn't find out

that your CO2 converter
does not work.

This is all Norah's fault.

(SIGHS)

She was the only
friend I had in here.

We were going to be
the first women on Mars.

But she betrayed me.

I told her I just needed
time to fix the problem!

She didn't get that.
She didn't get the mission.

It's bigger than all of us!

I had to make a choice.

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

sh*t!

(LABORED BREATHING)

(ALARM BLARES)

(GASPING)

Come on, come on.

Let's get some oxygen in here.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(ALARM CONTINUES)

(BEEPING)

(MACHINE WHIRS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Open the door! Open the door!
Open the door!

(GASPING)
I'm okay, I'm okay.

COMPUTER: Termination
sequence commenced.

Two minutes
until site termination.

What the hell is that?
Feld's so paranoid.

He rigged this place
with a self-destruct system.

DELINA: Erica
must have set it off.

Get everybody out of here now.

I'm not...
I'll be right behind you. Go!

Come on, come on, come on!
Go, out, come on, let's go!

COMPUTER:
There are now 90 seconds
until site termination.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

There are now 30 seconds
until site termination.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Erica, come on!

COMPUTER:
There are now ten seconds
until site termination.

I committed to dying on Mars

the second
I joined this program!

Nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Whoa, no, whoa,
wait a minute.
It was crazy.

No, it was unbelievable.
Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

You let the countdown
get all the way down to one,

and you're still inside.

Well, I didn't let that
happen, that's what happened,

and we barely
made it out of there,

but I'm here, and I'm safe.

And all the
trainees are fine?
They're perfect.

See, this is what
I don't get, though.

Why did she do it?

So here's how
it went down, okay?

Norah finds out the
atmosphere scrubber
isn't working properly, right?

So she goes to Erica
with her concerns.

Now Erica isn't about to let

a small breathable air
problem get in her way

on her space
on the Mars mission.

So you know what she does?

She kills Norah
in the Atmosphere Room

and dumps her body
down the trash chute.

That's insane.
But you know what?

You did a great job, Delina.

Thank you, Jay.

You and Carrie make
a pretty kickass team.

You should... you should
ride along more often.

See, I don't know about that,

'cause the thing
about dead people is,

they don't try to k*ll you.

Oh, can I get some of your red?

Yeah, you can taste
some of my red.

Welcome back.
You okay?

They said all I have
to do is breathe some
fresh air for a while,

and I'll be fine.

What about Feld?

Well, considering he just
blew 300 million bucks

and five years of work,
I'd say not bad.

So? Tell me.

Tell you what?

Are there really little
green men on Mars or not?

I'll tell you mine
if you tell me yours.

What?

What...

is number one
on your bucket list?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Come on, tell me.

Go ahead, take a guess.

All right.

Catching a down-and-out from
Eli Manning in the end zone.

Nope.
That's number four.

What's number one?

Number one.

Does it have anything to do
with those twins in Barbados?

No way.

That's nine.

Nine?

I know what it is.

Oh, you do, do you?

It involves me.

Maybe.

I know what it is.
It's that...

No, no, no, no.
Don't say it.

Won't happen.
Well, can I whisper it?

No!
I can whisper it!

If I whisper it,
it'll still happen.

I'm telling you,
it doesn't matter.

You don't know.
If I don't know
what it is,

then you have nothing
to worry about.

Let me whisper it to you.
Okay.

That way, if I'm right,
it'll still happen.

Right.

(INAUDIBLE)

(LAUGHS)
That's it, isn't it?

I'm gonna drink
some of your red.

That's it, that's it!
Cheers.

Cheers. (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)
Mmm!