Leverage

Make it stop! Make it stop!

Aaaah!

Let me out! I won't die in here!

You hear me?!

Aah! Help me!

Help! Help me!

Is he, like, homeless or something?

Not anymore.

You all right, man?

I was this close with Ashleigh Berkowitz, man.

You and berserkertits?

Yeah.

Until this happened.

Man, I want them out of the house first thing tomorrow.

The entire experiment?

Yeah, move them to the psych building.

Come on. Let's go.

So, Boston PD took this as part of an investigation?

More like that was the investigation.

How do you mean?

Their whole attitude was when a homeless man dies in a river,

it's not a crime -- it's a heart attack.

I had to pay for the autopsy myself.

And?

Heart attack.

Miss Schaevel, I'm sorry for your loss,

but this is really not the sort of thing --

they moved his body. Look.

This is a call for volunteers to participate in experiments

studying the sleep patterns of people

with post-traumatic stress disorder.

Your dad had PTSD?

You know, just a little something to remember Vietnam by.

That's where he was when he died.

Look, you have to understand,

these university experiments are run by undergrads.

I mean, kids -- literally.

Okay, so y-y-you're saying that you think your dad died,

the kids panicked, they tried to hide his body.

I think that they thought that because he was homeless,

nobody would notice, I mean, much less care.

I mean, help me prove them wrong.

I thought what you guys did

was help people when nobody else would.

Travis Zilgram.

He's a 22-year-old senior with a concentration in psychology.

Now, the experiment seems to be his honors thesis,

and it's a sleep study on patients with PTSD.

Until recently, they held these experiments in, like,

a private farm facility,

but after Schaevel's death, they moved it here,

to the basement of the university psychology building.

Now, most people would dive into the question of,

why did they move?

I, however, am not most people.

You want to skip the "behold my genius" part

and just tell us what you found?

All right, all right, look.

In addition to studying psychology,

Travis also serves as the student president

of the order of the 206.

Part fraternity, part secret society,

it was originally formed in 1874

by a group of university physicians and Shakespearean scholars.

"206" refers to the number of bones in the human body,

which is why they refer to each other as Dustmen.

"Titus Andronicus."

- Yeah. - "I will grind your bones into dust

and, with your blood and it, make a paste."

Mm. Clever.

C-creepy. It's creepy.

It's not as creepy as the number of Dustmen that hold high positions

in intelligence agencies around the world.

You got CIA, MI6, NSA, Mossad.

It's a feeder fraternity for spies.

Well, the file that the Boston PD had on Shaevel's death

was closed within an hour and sealed by a federal order.

Somebody with a lot of juice is protecting Zilgram.

Dustmen take care of one another.

Yeah, but which Dustmen? What are they protecting?

Well, why don't we just try asking, for a change?

Hello. Yeah. Travis Zilgram, please.

I'm on hold.

- This the one? - Yep.

Subject has been awake for 72 hours.

I was gonna give him a couple more and then send him to you.

Three days.

We've got it pretty loud in there.

Would you like to hear?

Nah. Plus, it's very cold.

That seems to be the magic recipe.

Temperature near zero, volume 90 decibels,

and just let them bake for two to three days.

And they do all this for, what, 50 bucks a day?

Well, when you're homeless and hungry,

you'd do anything for 50 bucks a day.

Look, your job is to break them.

Let me worry about how to soften them up for you.

Yo, Trav. Phone.

Zilgram here. Who's this?

Who am I?

I'm the cop holding a warrant with your name on it.

That case is closed. Nice try.

Well, I got it reopened.

Merry Christmas, mother--

He hung up.

Shocking.

Yeah, hi. Uh, Mr. Conrad, please.

This is Travis Zilgram.

Safe to assume Zilgram's on the move?

Ever been quail hunting, Hardison?

- Do I look like I go quail hunting? - Ask him something like,

you ever played a video game where you go quail hunting?

You see, the birds, understandably --

they don't like to be shot.

So they hide in the bushes.

When you hunt, you have to beat the bushes with a stick.

That way, you scare the birds into the sky,

and there's a man waiting there with a gun and good aim,

and he picks them off.

That is seriously messed up.

Why would y'all tell me something like that?

Why do you know that?

Okay, Sophie, Eliot, go to Boston PD,

try to get in a little trouble.

- Hardison, you're with me. - Where we going?

- Quail hunting. - Obviously.

Yeah, she's not gonna settle for anything under $30,000

in case you do not close this deal.

I got to call you back.

You the ones requesting the records on the Schaevel death?

Guilty as charged. Carla Crim.

- That's Carla Crim. - Novelist, true crime variety.

Yeah, well, those records you requested --

sealed by a federal order.

- No idea what that means. - She doesn't.

I live in a monarchy.

It means in this country,

politics trumps justice every time.

But you think there was a case.

- Oh. - A rookie on his first day

could have told you that body was dumped.

And generally, people don't move a body

unless they got something to hide.

I-I'm sorry. You came a long way.

Wish I had something more to give you.

What if I want to get to know you better?

Maybe... take you to dinner, you know, talk shop,

exchange certain things unofficially?

To anybody who knows me, it's probably best if she calls me.

Oh? Uh...

Ohh.

Guess I accidentally left that file behind.

I'll be back in five minutes.

Kid's making me nervous.

He's not doing anything.

Yeah, but that's my point, you know?

I mean, he should be panicking, and he's not.

He's just a kid, Nate. How bad could it get?

How many grown men said that about you

while you were raining digital fire down on their lives?

Now I'm nervous.

What?

I'm getting some weird feedback.

It's like a -- like a whumpa-whumpa.

Wait. What do you mean? What kind of whumpa-whumpa?

I mean, how many kinds are there?

There's seven of them. Is it whumpa-pop whumpa-pop?

- Are you being serious right now? - Hardison!

It's like a-a whumpa-tink whumpa-tink.

All right, Nate. You need to get out of there.

Yeah, well, it's too late.

Nate, who do you think that is?

The CIA.

You know him?

I know the type.

Dangerous.

My contact in MI6 is gone AWOL, so he's off the list... you--

You -- are you just check -- you're checking out my --

- No. - Wow.

What?

He's got to be pretty high on the list.

Aren't that many people anymore in the CIA

that rate heli-transport.

Well, whoever he is, he's not afraid to take risks.

I told you, they take this Dustman stuff pretty seriously.

All right, what's the point of secret societies?

Why do we form them? What's their function?

Keep secrets.

Unh-unh. No, no, no. To tell secrets.

So, if we want Zilgram's secrets,

we need to become the people he tells them to.

How do we do that?

Well, not we -- you.

Nate, he's here. Just can't sit close.

Well, fortunately, nothing brings people together faster

than a common enemy.

Who's the common enemy?

Who do you think?

Hello.