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over the arms.

Would you like to do

the honors, ma'am?

PAMELA:

Heh. Sure.

Protein shake.

- [ARM WHIRRING]

- PAMELA:
Oh, my Lord. Ha, ha.

PAMELA:

Oh, heh...

HENDERSON:

There you go.

I think we'll be fine

from here.

- Okay.

- I'll walk you out.

Oh, thank you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

KARA:
Charging now complete.

KARA:

Are you there, Grey?

Would you like something?

May I ask if Asha

will be joining us

for dinner?

GREY:
You know,

you don't have to stay here

day and night, Mom.

You know, these machines

they installed

pretty much do

everything for me.

I know.

[GREY COUGHING]

Now, it's okay.

It's okay.

That's it. That's it. That's it.

[DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

PAMELA:
Detective Cortez.

Hi, Pam.

Hi, Grey.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

All right. This is me.

Here. You can have a seat here.

Thanks.

You know, I'm from New Crown,

Grey, like you.

Went to Hellier High.

So what do you have?

Okay.

I know you were anxious

to come down here

and see how

we're getting things done,

and I think that's great.

I'm a face-to-face

person myself.

You know,

I don't pilot these drones.

I like to get my hands dirty.

- Bang on doors.

- GREY:
So who are these guys?

We don't know yet.

I do have a list of people

of interest in that area.

And just this week,

I brought in two people

- for questioning.

- So what you're saying

is you have all these things

flying above our heads,

they can read the ID chips

in our fillings,

but they don't actually

do anything?

No. I... I mean, yes, they work,

but it's not that simple.

Criminals can find ways

around them.

If they can find

the right people,

criminals can get a firewall

built around them

that prevents our drones

from identifying their faces.

Believe me, I understand

your frustration, I do.

I know I can't tie

my shoes anymore, Detective,

but you don't have

to talk to me

like I'm a goddamn

three-year-old.

Grey, she's just trying

to help.

I'm going to work

through my list,

and if you want to work with me,

we're gonna find them.

How can I work with you?

I can't even stand.

[DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING]

GREY:
Administer p.m. medicine.

Problem.

Administer p.m. medicine.

Again.

Administer p.m. medicine.

Problem. Again.

Again.

KARA:
I cannot administer

any more medication, Grey.

No. You... you didn't do it

right.

You didn't do...

you didn't do it right.

Administer p.m. medicine.

KARA:
Another dosage

could be fatal.

I will contact an ambulance

to transport you

to a hospital

if you are in serious pain.

[EKG BEEPING]

Not gonna give you

bird flu, kid.

I don't leave my house

very often.

Must be frustrating for you.

You're someone who liked to get

things done with their hands.

Now you can't.

I'm sorry.

Was that inappropriate?

I'm not around enough people

to know the difference.

Okay. Here's the difference.

What the f*** do you want, Eron?

[FOOTSTEPS PASSING BY]

Grey...

What if I told you

I could offer you something

that would enable you

to walk again?

That computer chip

that I showed you,

it has the potential to change

everything for people

in your condition.

As a quadriplegic,

the line connecting your brain

to your limbs has been cut,

Stem would bridge that gap.

The operation would take

place in my home,

away from official eyes.

There'd be no more

hospitals,

but it would have to be

our secret...

for now.

Here's the thing, kid.

I'm not looking to restart

my life.

I'm looking

for the off switch.

You know...

you were right about them.

Computers,

there are things

that they can't do.

They can't bring her back, Grey,

but they just might be able

to bring you back.

What would she want?

[DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING]

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

[EKG CONTINUES BEEPING]

ERON:
This is a world first.

Never before

has a biomechanical fusion

been asked to do so much.

It's going to feel strange

initially.

The neural pathways

in your brain

will be trying

to have a conversation

with a foreign body,

trying to learn to pass

the baton.

The key is to let it grow

into itself.

GORDON [MUFFLED]:

Grey, can you hear me?

Can you feel it when I do this?

My guess is this is gonna be

a piecemeal process.

You shouldn't be expecting

unreasonable results so soon.

Oh, my God.

Now, try to stand.

[DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING]

ERON:
Nobody can know.

They make people like me

wait years

to test something like this.

But I can't wait for them.

Signing confidentiality

agreements is never fun,

but I bet it will feel good

to do it

with your own hand.

Who's moving my arms

and my legs,

me or your widget?

You're the one doing it all.

You're not a robot.

Stem works in service

of your brain.

Your brain gives Stem

a command,

he makes it happen.

[DRAMATIC THEME PLAYING]

[WHEELCHAIR WHIRRING]

Close door.

[DOOR CLOSES]

KARA:
Good evening, Grey.

Another package

from Detective Cortez

has been delivered.

Would you like...

GREY:
Shut up.

KARA:
Did you say,

"Shut down"?

Yeah, I did. Shut down.

STEM:
May I point

something out?

Hello?

STEM:
Yes?

Okay, who's saying that?

STEM:
I am Stem. The system

operating your body for you.

Don't be afraid.

You f***ing kidding me?

STEM:
No.

I've gone insane.

I'm f***ing insane.

STEM:
Your psychological

report diagnosed you

with mild PTSD symptoms,

but you are not insane.

Wait, so... Okay,

you've been sitting there

this whole time since

the operation?

STEM:
I have been observing

everything you've observed.

Do you... do you have to talk?

STEM:
If you don't want me to,

I will not.

Okay. Yeah, don't talk.

So I'm not insane?

You can talk again.

STEM:
No, you are not insane.

Wait, can anybody else hear you?

STEM:
No, only you.

I'm sending sound waves

to your eardrum.

Can you read my mind?

STEM:
No.

I can only discern speech

when you talk out loud.

Now that you've allowed me

to talk again,

may I point something out?

In the drone

surveillance footage.

Can't you see it?

See what?

STEM:
The man who shot

your wife,

there's no gun in his hand.

She was shot,

that means he had a gun.

STEM:
She was shot,

but not with a gun

he was holding in his hand.

A gun implanted inside

his hand.

Freeze the screen

at the moment he fires.

The man who took Asha's purse

in the left of frame,

there is a marking

on his wrist.

GREY:
I don't see it.

STEM:
I do.

I've rebuilt the image.

With your permission,

I can show you.

[PAPER RUSTLES]

STEM:

Just relax and let me draw.

[SCRIBBLING]

GREY:
This feels very weird.

[SCRIBBLING]

STEM:
You now have

full control again, Grey.

I've... I've seen these.

It's a... a military tattoo,

I think.

STEM:
I will read it.

Hold it in front of your eye.

Serk Brantner, Marine Corps,

098-422; O-Positive; Catholic;

address:
414 Citrus, New Crown.

You just...

You just found this guy?

I got you, you sons of b*tches.

Call Detective Cortez.

- [LINE RINGING OUT]

- STEM:
Are you sure you want

- to call Detective Cortez?

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