A horrible screech filled the room as the rat thrashed against the wall of its cage. The rat bashed against the glass and then began clawing at its own flesh, ripping out tufts of fur and blood.

"Stop," Eiji sobbed.

Ash looked at him and worry suddenly flashed into his face. He grabbed a knife and Eiji closed his eyes as the rat died with a shriek.

Eiji turned and threw up in Dr. Meredith's sink. Images of Golzine's victims flashed before his eyes and his knees gave way beneath him.

Ash rushed forward and caught him. "Eiji, are you alright?" Ash said. "I'm so sorry. I thought-"

Ash helped Eiji to a chair.

"I'm okay," Eiji said weakly. He looked up at Ash. "That's it. It was the same as the others."

"Fascinating," Dr. Meredith said, looking from Eiji to the dead rat. "You say it's called Banana Fish?"

Ash looked at him and nodded. "What is it?"

Dr. Meredith indicated to his microscope. "Mainly psilocybin and lysergic acid diethylamide-"

"English, doctor," Ash said.

Dr. Meredith glared at him. "That was English. Well, Latin technically… I get your point. Whatever it is, it has a similar chemical makeup to LSD but it's savage. But it causes sporadic behavior, increased blood pressure and pulse, aggression, and," he gestured to the mutilated dead rat, "sudden self-destructive behavior."

Ash picked up the tiny vial in his hand and felt the weight of all the deaths it had caused. The death of Max. His brother. How many others?

Ash looked at Eiji. "Is this all of the drug? Does Golzine still have any?"

"I don't know," Eiji said. "Thompson gave it to me. I- I don't know if there's any left."

"It's useless to Golizne though," Dr. Meredith said. He looked at Ash. "A street drug that kills its users on the first dose? You'd kill your customers before they could come back."

"His customers aren't the ones who'd be taking it," Ash said. He glanced at Eiji. "There's plenty of uses for a drug that would turn a person into a weapon."

Eiji looked up at him. "Max Glenreed."

Ash nodded. "Golzine sells weapons to the military already. He has the connections."

Dr. Meredith shook his head. "No way. There's no way the U.S. government would sanction something like that."

"I wouldn't be so sure. And besides," Ash turned and looked at him. "Golzine doesn't only sell weapons to the United States. This in the hands of a terrorist group, it'd be-"

"Devastating," Dr. Meredith gaped.

"Lucrative," Ash said. "Dino's not going to let go easily."

Eiji looked up at him, his eyes dark and sad. Ash looked away.

Dr. Meredith shook his head and backed away. "This is too dangerous," he said. "We need help. We need to call the police or somebody…"

"We can't. The chief is corrupt. I don't know how far down it goes."

Eiji looked between him and the doctor questioningly. Ash repeated what he had said in Japanese for Eiji. "The chief of police was behind your mother's death," Ash said. "Or he helped cover it up, at least. We have to assume the Dino controls the police."

"What about Jenkins?" Eiji asked.

Ash shook his head, "I trust him, but it's too risky."

"You can't handle this by yourself!" Dr. Meredith said. "You're a teenager, for god's sake. You can't-" Ash glared daggers at him and the words died in his throat.

"Don't mistake my age for incompetence, doctor," Ash growled. "Besides, we may have the upper hand. When Golzine questioned me, it wasn't Banana Fish that he was looking for." Ash glanced at Eiji. "He didn't mention anything that could have been this drug. He's made no rash moves, nothing dramatic. That makes me think he still has some. That Thompson only stole a sample. In fact, it's possible Golzine doesn't even know it's missing. As long as he's in the dark, we have the advantage."

Thompson's body was laid out on a slab in Abraham Dawson's lab. The top of his skull had been sawn off, leaving the brain - what was left of it - exposed.

Golzine turned. "What do you mean?"

"Just what I said," Abraham snapped, panicked. "His brain is perfectly healthy."

They looked down as a piece of pink matter dripped onto the floor.

"Given the circumstances," Abraham corrected. He looked at Golzine. "There's no trace of it in his system. You need to unlock the safe."

Golzine produced a key from his pocket - the key that guarded the two things most important to him. One had already been stolen.

He turned and unlocked the safe, the door swinging open.

The little vial of white powder sat in the center, untouched. Abraham grabbed it and hurried to the microscope. He carefully tapped out a few grains of the deadly white powder onto a glass slide. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and focused the lens.

Abraham studied the crystals and then broke into a cold sweat. "It's not it."

"What do you mean?" Golzine growled.

Abraham looked up at him, rage and panic in his face. "It's just sugar. Normal sugar. Banana Fish is gone."