Blindspot (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Authentic Flirt - full transcript
Jane and Weller go undercover as a world-class assassin couple to prevent deadly information from getting into the wrong hands. The intimate assignment draws them closer than ever. Meanwhile, David embarks on a solo mission to win Patterson back, and Carter clashes with Mayfair (Marianne Jean-Baptiste) over how to handle a dangerous individual.
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Stop, please!
I don't know where he is!
He's your brother.
Of course you do.
I... I don't know!
- I don't know.
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I would tell you!
- I would tell you. Please.
- Shh...
- Please.
- I told you...
- We had to try.
- Did we?
He's not even close
with his brother.
We had to try.
So now what?
N-N-No, no, no, no...
Thank you.
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- Did you...
- Yes. Yeah.
For the rock-bottom
price of 35 coffees
he let me... mess with his sign.
What if I didn't notice?
I knew you would.
Wylie Dufresne is doing
a pop-up thing tonight.
- David...
- I just know you've been
craving those pigs-in-a-blanket
- since Alder closed and...
- I told you, I...
I have... I have
obligations that I have...
Okay, but the thing is...
I'm madly in love with you.
And, unless I'm crazy,
I'm pretty sure you
feel the same way.
David, our...
our timing is... is just off.
I... I... I have these
responsibilities, I'm...
I'm working the biggest
case of my life.
So, if you solve
the case, then...
I'm sorry.
What is that?
Oh, this is a very expensive...
very sensitive
surveillance device.
If you stick it inside of a lamp
or a light switch,
it can power itself
from radial heat,
so it continues to
broadcast indefinitely.
So it's a bug?
It's a work of art.
And I want it inside
Jane's safe house.
No.
You don't say no to me.
See, I want this up and
running inside of 24 hours,
or you're not gonna like
the tone of my voice anymore.
What do you got?
All right, so when we were
first inputting these tattoos
into the database,
I noticed there were a lot
of these really small, stray
letters all over Jane's body.
They were hidden
in other designs,
but they had the same font.
So I figured they were
an anagram for something.
"A wrenchess leek knell."
"Leach kneel elks wrens."
There's about 1,000 of them.
The rest of them
are mostly just nonsense.
And what you just said
wasn't nonsense?
We inputted every
possible variation.
- And one of them hit?
- Yep, just this morning.
AshwellCreekKennels.
The user name for
an online puppy forum
called Ruff Around the Ears.
I don't understand.
A puppy message board?
Doesn't really line up
with where the other
tattoos have led.
Criminals coop sites
like these all the time
and communicate because
they're unmonitored.
What was the thread about?
It's in response to someone
posting about a lost puppy.
"Could be anywhere
in the United States.
Not tagged.
Massive reward for any leads."
Then AshwellCreekKennels
responds,
"We have the entire litter,
hopefully the exact one
"you're looking for.
Will need to provide collar
as proof of ownership."
If they're not
talking about dogs,
what are they looking for?
Still trying to figure that out.
But, as the thread progresses,
AshwellCreekKennels
suggests that they
check out a open house
in Staten Island at 2 p.m.
Let's check it out. Nice work.
I think this place is abandoned.
Don't look like much
of an open house to me.
Gun!
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Weller, stairs!
Jonathan!
You killed him!
Reade?!
All clear, this area!
What is this? Who are they?
Don't know.
It's pretty hard
to question them now.
It's all clear up there.
How'd you know he was
coming down the stairs?
I understood
what she was saying.
I think it was Bulgarian.
Chinese and Bulgarian.
You must have really got around.
When we came in,
she was over there.
Footprint tells me she's
looking for something.
Well, what is it?
Two tickets to a gala.
And some sort of pin.
These guys are pros.
We found a duffel upstairs
with about a dozen passports
for each of them.
These are the best fakes
that I have ever seen.
One set was used to go
in and out of Barcelona,
about a week ago.
Barcelona?
I flagged them.
Because they entered and exited
on the exact day
an American tourist
was abducted
and brutally tortured
when he was on vacation
with his family.
His name... was Perry Byrne.
Where's your brother?!
Any idea why they tortured him?
His brother... is Robert Byrne.
The accountant who turned
States evidence
and put Victor Morello away.
Mob boss... not a nice guy.
The people at the house
are good with guns,
and they have
a lot of passports.
I feel like they're
hired assassins.
They're looking
for Robert Byrne.
He could be the "lost puppy."
Morello wants him dead
for putting him in prison
and dismantling his entire crew,
but he's in WITSEC.
WITSEC?
Witness Security Program.
The assassins must be
trying to buy his location
from AshwellCreekKennels.
This all just happened.
How is this a tattoo?
I don't know yet,
but we need to alert
US Marshals immediately.
Allie.
Hello, Kurt.
You're a marshal now?
Yeah, I was looking
for a change.
Ohh, it's been a minute.
And your sister and Sawyer?
How old is he now?
He's nine.
- Oh, wow.
- I know.
This is... this is Jane.
She's working with us
as a consultant.
Allison Knight, US Marshals.
Nice to meet you.
We picked up chatter
in an online forum
that points to an outsider
knowing the location
of Robert Byrne,
who we believe is under
government protection.
He is.
What concerns us is the phrasing
of the correspondence.
It alludes to the poster
having information
on "the entire litter."
Could other Morello witnesses
be compromised?
Not just Morello witnesses.
We've been keeping this
quiet for obvious reasons,
but we had a WITSEC data breach.
- You were hacked?
- Just over 2,000 witnesses
had their new identities
and locations compromised.
- Excuse me?
- We're doing the best we can
to relocate them and
get them new backgrounds,
but, as you can imagine,
it's gonna take some time.
You need to relocate
Robert Byrne
and his entire family,
immediately.
We are... but it's gonna
take at least six months
to reassign the others.
We need to find out
whoever's doing this
and shut it down... now.
So "the entire litter"
probably means
the hacked WITSEC list.
- That would be very, very bad.
- Yeah.
Well, at least we know where the
the exchange is gonna happen.
At this fundraiser,
today at 5 p.m.
Hold this.
I have a theory.
We found this in a hidden
pocket in the duffel.
We think it might be worth
as much as $6 million.
"Will need to provide collar
as proof of ownership."
The collar is payment
for the list.
Right, so...
the seller leaves the tickets
and the lapel pin in the house.
And we know that the tickets
are for the location
of the hand-off.
But what's this pin?
A way to be identified
by the seller.
That'd be my guess.
Yeah, because it's not like
these two professional killers
are gonna send an email
with a photo
and a description
of what they look like.
The tickets tell them
where to be,
and the pin
identifies who they are.
But if they don't know
what the buyers look like...
...we can go undercover.
Pose as the buyers
and take 'em down.
They're expecting
a man and a woman.
A woman who speaks Bulgarian.
I can do it.
Wai-wai-wai-wait.
What if we're wrong?
About the pin,
about them knowing
what the buyers look like.
No, this thing could
go sideways real quick.
We gotta take that chance.
All right, Jane and I
will pose as the buyers.
You three, work the crowd.
Back us up. Take 'em down.
Let's get dressed up.
We're going to a gala.
Wow.
All right, all right.
Enough.
Lookin' good, Special Agent.
Thank you.
You should take me out sometime.
Yeah... that didn't
seem to go so well
the last time.
Yeah, but some mistakes
are better the second time.
You know... all the good times,
none of the surprise
when it doesn't work out.
- Yeah.
- What do you say?
I could call Mike at
Attaboy, get our old table.
Tell him to double-stock
the Lagavulin.
Well... um...
No, no, I'm...
Ah... I get it.
What? No.
No.
Sure.
The...
tattoos sort of ruin
the whole undercover thing,
so they covered them
with makeup.
I feel ridiculous in this dress.
That is not the word
I would use.
Stay safe.
Don't take your eyes
off each other.
Now, the couple were
wearing wedding rings.
- So...
- Oh, right, yeah. Of course.
That's a wonderful pin, sir.
Can I see your tickets?
Follow me, please.
I'll get the car.
We can't lose them.
I'm gonna need your cell phones.
As you know, my employer
is an extremely cautious man.
Where are we going?
Why don't you wait and see?
Can we trace 'em?
The trackers on their phones
say they're still in the limo.
They're on their own.
Arms up!
Enough.
I said enough!
Hey... hey!
It's fine, it's fine.
Please, let him do his job.
I don't like him touching you.
And I don't like you
touching him.
You're good.
Thank you.
That way.
What the hell was that about?
You're my wife.
I don't know where we are.
We have no guns, no backup...
how are we gonna
arrest this guy?
Well, new plan: Secure the list,
- get out of here alive.
- Okay.
The helicopter they were on
filed a bogus flight plan,
turned off its transponder,
and stayed low enough
to evade radar.
We have no idea where it went.
They paid cash for
the gala tickets... no trace.
Whoever is behind this
has gone to extraordinary
measures not to be found.
Go over the other forum posts.
There might be a clue
in there somewhere.
Yeah, on it.
Good afternoon.
- A word?
- We're actually extremely busy right now.
It'll just take a second.
What was that about?
I have no idea.
So you have Guerrero in custody.
One of Jane's tattoos
led Weller and his team
right to him.
Don't worry, I'm...
"I'm handling it."
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Nothing about this is handled.
We need to contain this,
immediately.
I'm having him sign
a backdated confirmation
that he was my CHS.
We are way beyond that now.
Whoever did this to Jane
is coming for us.
It's plain as day.
Guerrero needs to disappear.
He's in a federal prison.
We can't just...
Yes... we... can.
If we create a paper trail,
all our problems go away.
If someone is trying to expose
Daylight through Guerrero,
making him legit neutralizes
everything they think they have.
What if he doesn't cooperate?
If he doesn't sign,
I'll release him into gen-pop!
Brand him a rat.
It's a death sentence.
He's not stupid. He'll sign!
This is the best option,
and you know it.
Well, we'll see.
Won't we?
Lot of security
for a birthday party.
Top of the line, too.
Do you think we're
here to meet "Carl"?
I don't know.
Well... what should we do now?
We should wait...
till the seller makes contact.
Until then...
...we should try to blend in.
No, I...
I don't think I can dance.
Well...
up until this morning...
you couldn't speak Bulgarian.
Who knows?
You could be a tango champion.
So...
You and that...
US Marshal over here.
- Yeah.
- You looked pretty...
Yeah. We used to date.
A little while.
Well, how little?
Well...
A year or so.
That's a little?
We weren't...
the best at communicating.
Well, I don't even...
Have you... ever been married?
No.
Never married.
I'm too choosy.
I...
I've been having memories
that make it seem like
I might have been engaged.
What'd you remember?
Moments, fragments.
It all seemed so...
far away from where I am now.
He's ready for you.
About time.
So it took a little doing,
but we were able to recover
a bunch of deleted
AshwellCreekKennels posts.
It looks like they've
been using the site
for a couple of years.
That would explain how
it got onto Jane's body.
My team has been lining up
the language in the post
with some pretty serious stuff.
Arms deals, massive
personal identity breaches.
Who's doing this?
The helicopter, the old house...
they were both paid for
by shell companies
for shell companies
of shell companies.
Next to impossible to know
who really owns them.
- But...
- They have the same accountant.
He did his best
to cover his tracks,
but all roads lead back to...
Rainier Abosay, CPA.
So let's bring him in,
see who he works for.
That's the thing.
He only works for one man.
And he's one of the most
dangerous guys in the world.
That's the best part of it.
There they are!
Oh, my goodness,
as I live and breathe,
there they are.
Rich Dotcom.
So glad you could make it.
So glad indeed.
Wow. Did you guys see Carl?
- Did you wish him a happy birthday?
- No.
He's not actually
70 today, by the way, yeah.
We just did that
to mess with him.
He is old, though.
He's pretty old-looking.
I think he might be sick.
Thank you very much.
Keep those comin'.
No thanks.
And, I'm sorry
to have to put you
through all this hassle
to get up here.
You know, I gotta play it safe.
Hmm. Um, hello.
I don't have to tell you.
I'm talking to two real-life,
actual assassins.
Right? I mean...
I gotta tell you,
this is very exciting for me.
Mm! Did they pat you down?
Not that that matters,
'cause I'm sure you could
probably kill somebody
with a spoon.
Heck, you probably
don't even need the spoon.
So bad-ass.
I-I'm sorry,
you said your name was...
Rich Dotcom?
Yeah, my mom was
a big fan of the Internet.
That's a joke.
You guys are about as funny
as I thought you'd be.
Come on!
Born Gord Enver.
Pretty decent programmer.
Knocked around,
made a reasonable living
as a tech mercenary.
But here's the thing.
He was one of the first
guys in the world
to realize that the Bitcoin
was gonna be a big deal.
Put everything he had into it,
and within a couple years,
he was worth $1/2 billion.
Smart guy.
After that,
he changed his name
to Rich Dotcom.
- I take it back.
- Let me guess.
He took all that money
and did a whole bunch
of good in the world with it?
Oh, opposite, opposite.
He became one of the most
trusted names on the Dark Net.
Anything you need,
if you have the money,
Rich Dotcom can get it for you.
So he's a hacker?
He was a hacker.
Now he's just...
He's a lot, lot worse.
Hey, fellas, I'm gonna
need the room.
Yeah.
Rich, please. I'm sorry.
Yeah, I'd be sorry, too.
Hey, wait till they
get the pipes out.
That's gonna suck.
Hey, they gotta do
one more pass on you guys,
just to make sure you're
not recording the whole thing.
You're clear.
Step over there, please.
So the Monaco job,
that was you guys, right?
Wow, I mean, that guy
was a thorn in my side
for so long, I'm glad
someone finally "fffuh."
Who did it, though? Was it...
I mean, who actually
slit his throat?
I did.
With my butterfly knife.
I gotta be honest,
this whole thing
that you got going on right now
is really working for me.
I mean, what's the deal with
you and Stubbles over there?
Are you guys fully... open,
or is it a committed thing?
'Cause if it's the latter,
I mean...
I'm okay to just watch,
you know?
It's something
that I've discovered
I actually really like doing.
I don't know where
it comes from,
but it really
turns me on, you know?
It's just sort of part
of this journey, so...
Do you think he'd
be cool with that?
Do you think he'd be open
to that sort of thing?
Do you think
he's an open person?
We doing this or what?
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Wow.
Okay, may I have
the necklace, please?
I got this Hasidic guy
on the premises.
He's a real party animal.
And, he's gonna
check out the necklace
stone by stone, which
is gonna take a while.
But, in good faith,
I'm gonna give you the list.
Now... you just can't
leave the party
until the necklace checks out.
And, if it doesn't
you're both dead.
I'm kidding. Or am I?
Sometimes, I don't even know.
Oh, I'm gonna need this.
Another pin?
It's another buyer.
I thought that we had
the only copy.
For $6 million?
Get over yourself, man.
Do you know how hard it was
to acquire this list?
You paid for access,
not exclusivity.
What are you worried about,
that they're gonna
kill the guys you
wanna kill first?
- Don't be childish.
- How many other buyers?
Just the two of you.
For now.
Look... once
the stones check out,
you get to go on a helicopter
and go wherever you wanna go.
But, in the meantime,
I got $100,000 worth
of caviar downstairs,
and some wine that's older
than the First World War.
So... enjoy yourselves.
This guy in particular.
Look at that stern mug
on your face.
You need to let loose, man!
I mean, it's Friday night,
for cryin' out loud.
It's Tuesday.
Well, it's Friday somewhere.
Someone else here already
has the list.
We gotta get the other
USB drive back.
How are we gonna
find the other buyer?
Their only identifying
feature is the pin
they're no longer wearing.
Well, if we can get into
the security system...
we can go through the footage.
Find out who was
wearing that pin
before Rich took it back.
Oh, my goodness, look at you.
So good to see you.
What did he say to you upstairs,
when I was out of earshot?
I think he wants
to sleep with me.
- Hm.
- Or us.
It was hard to tell.
Perfect.
Bourbon and a martini, please.
You propositioned my wife?
- Hey. Hey!
- What? Whoa, whoa.
Did you proposition my wife?
Proposition? That makes it sound
- very seedy.
- Get off!
Boys!
Now... You were also invited.
I'm kinda sweet on you as well.
- Really?
- Whoo, ooh, ooh...
Relax. Have some
jalapeño poppers.
Thank you.
What was that about?
About this.
You propositioned my wife?
- Hey!
- Whoa, whoa.
Did you proposition my wife?
Proposition? Boys!
You're not the only one
with hidden talents.
- Hmm.
- Cheers.
Cheers.
You kidding me?
I can't get an outside line.
Can you isolate the camera
above the front door?
Yep.
Come on, come on.
Come on...
Oh, there.
Did he walk in alone?
Yeah, it looks that way.
All right, hop up.
I'm gonna wipe this computer.
No, if you wipe it,
they'll know
someone was in here.
And if I don't,
they'll know it was us.
We're about to make some moves.
We don't want them to see.
- Got something?
- We've been searching properties
that Enver owns within
a helicopter's flying radius.
Don't you mean Dotcom?
I'm not calling him Dotcom.
Any hits?
- Seven.
- That's a lot.
Some are in the city,
but I think we can
rule those out.
Not a lot of places
to land a helicopter
within the five boroughs.
Send agents to be sure.
The other properties are
up and down the East Coast.
Take a helicopter
and check them out, one by one.
We'll get 'em back.
Yes, ma'am.
There's the other buyer.
Okay, how do you wanna play it?
Gotta get him alone
and take him down.
Shouldn't we wait until
our necklace clears
and we can leave?
We have no idea
when he's going to leave.
We have to act now.
Okay.
How do we get him alone?
Use the one thing
we have in common.
Excuse me.
- Do I know you?
- No.
And I don't know you.
But I think we both
just got had.
Excuse me?
The list.
He told us we'd get the complete
WITSEC list.
He only gave us half.
I'm pretty sure
he lied to you as well.
We have access to a computer,
if you'd like to check
for yourself.
If I paid $3 million,
I'd want the whole thing.
- You paid three?
- Yeah.
I paid nine.
You have a computer?
Yes.
Lead the way.
Of course.
Where's the USB?
Where's the computer?
Give me the drive.
Help me find the drive.
And you guys said you
weren't into threesomes.
Okay, now,
who wants to lie to me
about what the hell
is going on down here?
Trying to throw a fun
party for my best friend Carl,
and then I hear somebody's
broken into my office
and destroyed a very expensive
Dutch surveillance system.
Then I see my favorite couple
down here playing grab-ass
with a valued customer.
I gotta admit
I'm a little upset.
Is someone gonna start talking,
because otherwise,
my imagination is gonna
start to go.
And I tend to err on the side
of scary and paranoid.
He's a Fed.
No, he checked out.
We all checked out.
Okay, what makes him a Fed?
He came up to us...
and started talking
about the list.
So how would he know about that?
He's the other buyer?
Then I'd be real worried
if I were you,
because you just sold that list
to the same people
you stole it from.
Search him.
He's got my security card.
Can I have your gun, please?
Hey, would you two
care for a cognac?
The lights are out.
No heat signatures.
Okay, there's nothing
going on over here.
Move on to the next one.
You know,
I purchased this cognac
for 100,000
British pounds sterling.
Impressive.
Shall we?
Please, after you.
It's too good
not to share, right?
You guys big cognac drinkers?
Not really.
Oh, well...
See, the first time
they distill the grapes,
it comes out as this
basically undrinkable wine.
And it's only about seven
or nine percent alcohol.
It's basically a waste of time.
Should be ashamed of itself.
But then, they distill it again,
and it clocks in
at about 70 percent.
And it's just... crystal clear.
Eau-de-vie, they call it.
It's French.
But you gotta distill it twice.
So you guys did the Monaco
job together, right?
- I already told...
- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
I'm talking to Angry over here.
Don't look at her.
I'm just asking you a question.
You guys did the Monaco job
together, right?
Yeah.
That's great.
You know, I hated that guy.
He was such a whiny,
sniveling little...
Who did it, though?
Who actually...
put him down?
Don't... look at her.
She did.
Right... of course she did.
Right? Course she did.
I mean, look at her.
Jeez, you could
put me down, too.
How?
How?
Yeah, that's right.
How?
You are right.
This is too good...
not to share.
Right?
That was fast.
Move away from the desk.
Okay, this just got really
exciting, didn't it?
Give me the other USB key.
Or what?
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Okay, Angry, here we go.
Is it for you or...
- Give it to me!
- Okay.
All right.
We're gonna walk outside.
You're gonna bring back
the chopper.
And the three of us
are gonna head back to the city.
We are?
Oh. Okay.
Now...
you step out of line...
I will kill you.
You understand?
Yeah, that seems
pretty straightforward.
Good.
Now... move.
I want you to ask these two
to bring back the chopper.
Gotcha.
Hey, guys! Crazy night tonight.
Can you do me a favor
and kill these two, please?
Hey, shouldn't I
be dead already?
Yeah, okay. You're cops.
Feds, right?
Yeah, if you were mercenaries,
you wouldn't have
bothered to recover
the second list.
I'm right, aren't I?
Yeah.
And, see, cops don't
shoot the suspects
they have in custody...
it's against the law.
So, now that my men
have their guns out,
why don't you put yours down
and we can call it a night?
Or you could kill me,
and then they'll kill you.
I'm sure you've done
the math on that.
Or there's that.
Come on! In the pool house!
Come on, run!
Get behind the post!
Stay behind that pillar!
Agh!
Aaagh!
I'm out!
Right there!
We gotta take out those guards.
Aaagh!
Aaagh!
Aah!
It's the FBI!
You are surrounded!
Put down your weapons!
We are the FBI.
You are under arrest.
Nice work today.
Thank you.
Where's the tux?
I couldn't wait
to get out of that thing.
So how 'bout that drink?
I can't.
We have a housewarming
thing tonight, for Jane.
Okay.
Thanks for getting
that list back.
Oh, glad I could help.
He's got a few walls
that may never come down...
and is maybe the most
introverted person
I've ever met,
but aside from that,
you won't find a better man.
We should probably
take those rings off.
Right, heh.
You don't have to do that.
Yes... I do.
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Stop, please!
I don't know where he is!
He's your brother.
Of course you do.
I... I don't know!
- I don't know.
- _
I would tell you!
- I would tell you. Please.
- Shh...
- Please.
- I told you...
- We had to try.
- Did we?
He's not even close
with his brother.
We had to try.
So now what?
N-N-No, no, no, no...
Thank you.
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- Did you...
- Yes. Yeah.
For the rock-bottom
price of 35 coffees
he let me... mess with his sign.
What if I didn't notice?
I knew you would.
Wylie Dufresne is doing
a pop-up thing tonight.
- David...
- I just know you've been
craving those pigs-in-a-blanket
- since Alder closed and...
- I told you, I...
I have... I have
obligations that I have...
Okay, but the thing is...
I'm madly in love with you.
And, unless I'm crazy,
I'm pretty sure you
feel the same way.
David, our...
our timing is... is just off.
I... I... I have these
responsibilities, I'm...
I'm working the biggest
case of my life.
So, if you solve
the case, then...
I'm sorry.
What is that?
Oh, this is a very expensive...
very sensitive
surveillance device.
If you stick it inside of a lamp
or a light switch,
it can power itself
from radial heat,
so it continues to
broadcast indefinitely.
So it's a bug?
It's a work of art.
And I want it inside
Jane's safe house.
No.
You don't say no to me.
See, I want this up and
running inside of 24 hours,
or you're not gonna like
the tone of my voice anymore.
What do you got?
All right, so when we were
first inputting these tattoos
into the database,
I noticed there were a lot
of these really small, stray
letters all over Jane's body.
They were hidden
in other designs,
but they had the same font.
So I figured they were
an anagram for something.
"A wrenchess leek knell."
"Leach kneel elks wrens."
There's about 1,000 of them.
The rest of them
are mostly just nonsense.
And what you just said
wasn't nonsense?
We inputted every
possible variation.
- And one of them hit?
- Yep, just this morning.
AshwellCreekKennels.
The user name for
an online puppy forum
called Ruff Around the Ears.
I don't understand.
A puppy message board?
Doesn't really line up
with where the other
tattoos have led.
Criminals coop sites
like these all the time
and communicate because
they're unmonitored.
What was the thread about?
It's in response to someone
posting about a lost puppy.
"Could be anywhere
in the United States.
Not tagged.
Massive reward for any leads."
Then AshwellCreekKennels
responds,
"We have the entire litter,
hopefully the exact one
"you're looking for.
Will need to provide collar
as proof of ownership."
If they're not
talking about dogs,
what are they looking for?
Still trying to figure that out.
But, as the thread progresses,
AshwellCreekKennels
suggests that they
check out a open house
in Staten Island at 2 p.m.
Let's check it out. Nice work.
I think this place is abandoned.
Don't look like much
of an open house to me.
Gun!
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Weller, stairs!
Jonathan!
You killed him!
Reade?!
All clear, this area!
What is this? Who are they?
Don't know.
It's pretty hard
to question them now.
It's all clear up there.
How'd you know he was
coming down the stairs?
I understood
what she was saying.
I think it was Bulgarian.
Chinese and Bulgarian.
You must have really got around.
When we came in,
she was over there.
Footprint tells me she's
looking for something.
Well, what is it?
Two tickets to a gala.
And some sort of pin.
These guys are pros.
We found a duffel upstairs
with about a dozen passports
for each of them.
These are the best fakes
that I have ever seen.
One set was used to go
in and out of Barcelona,
about a week ago.
Barcelona?
I flagged them.
Because they entered and exited
on the exact day
an American tourist
was abducted
and brutally tortured
when he was on vacation
with his family.
His name... was Perry Byrne.
Where's your brother?!
Any idea why they tortured him?
His brother... is Robert Byrne.
The accountant who turned
States evidence
and put Victor Morello away.
Mob boss... not a nice guy.
The people at the house
are good with guns,
and they have
a lot of passports.
I feel like they're
hired assassins.
They're looking
for Robert Byrne.
He could be the "lost puppy."
Morello wants him dead
for putting him in prison
and dismantling his entire crew,
but he's in WITSEC.
WITSEC?
Witness Security Program.
The assassins must be
trying to buy his location
from AshwellCreekKennels.
This all just happened.
How is this a tattoo?
I don't know yet,
but we need to alert
US Marshals immediately.
Allie.
Hello, Kurt.
You're a marshal now?
Yeah, I was looking
for a change.
Ohh, it's been a minute.
And your sister and Sawyer?
How old is he now?
He's nine.
- Oh, wow.
- I know.
This is... this is Jane.
She's working with us
as a consultant.
Allison Knight, US Marshals.
Nice to meet you.
We picked up chatter
in an online forum
that points to an outsider
knowing the location
of Robert Byrne,
who we believe is under
government protection.
He is.
What concerns us is the phrasing
of the correspondence.
It alludes to the poster
having information
on "the entire litter."
Could other Morello witnesses
be compromised?
Not just Morello witnesses.
We've been keeping this
quiet for obvious reasons,
but we had a WITSEC data breach.
- You were hacked?
- Just over 2,000 witnesses
had their new identities
and locations compromised.
- Excuse me?
- We're doing the best we can
to relocate them and
get them new backgrounds,
but, as you can imagine,
it's gonna take some time.
You need to relocate
Robert Byrne
and his entire family,
immediately.
We are... but it's gonna
take at least six months
to reassign the others.
We need to find out
whoever's doing this
and shut it down... now.
So "the entire litter"
probably means
the hacked WITSEC list.
- That would be very, very bad.
- Yeah.
Well, at least we know where the
the exchange is gonna happen.
At this fundraiser,
today at 5 p.m.
Hold this.
I have a theory.
We found this in a hidden
pocket in the duffel.
We think it might be worth
as much as $6 million.
"Will need to provide collar
as proof of ownership."
The collar is payment
for the list.
Right, so...
the seller leaves the tickets
and the lapel pin in the house.
And we know that the tickets
are for the location
of the hand-off.
But what's this pin?
A way to be identified
by the seller.
That'd be my guess.
Yeah, because it's not like
these two professional killers
are gonna send an email
with a photo
and a description
of what they look like.
The tickets tell them
where to be,
and the pin
identifies who they are.
But if they don't know
what the buyers look like...
...we can go undercover.
Pose as the buyers
and take 'em down.
They're expecting
a man and a woman.
A woman who speaks Bulgarian.
I can do it.
Wai-wai-wai-wait.
What if we're wrong?
About the pin,
about them knowing
what the buyers look like.
No, this thing could
go sideways real quick.
We gotta take that chance.
All right, Jane and I
will pose as the buyers.
You three, work the crowd.
Back us up. Take 'em down.
Let's get dressed up.
We're going to a gala.
Wow.
All right, all right.
Enough.
Lookin' good, Special Agent.
Thank you.
You should take me out sometime.
Yeah... that didn't
seem to go so well
the last time.
Yeah, but some mistakes
are better the second time.
You know... all the good times,
none of the surprise
when it doesn't work out.
- Yeah.
- What do you say?
I could call Mike at
Attaboy, get our old table.
Tell him to double-stock
the Lagavulin.
Well... um...
No, no, I'm...
Ah... I get it.
What? No.
No.
Sure.
The...
tattoos sort of ruin
the whole undercover thing,
so they covered them
with makeup.
I feel ridiculous in this dress.
That is not the word
I would use.
Stay safe.
Don't take your eyes
off each other.
Now, the couple were
wearing wedding rings.
- So...
- Oh, right, yeah. Of course.
That's a wonderful pin, sir.
Can I see your tickets?
Follow me, please.
I'll get the car.
We can't lose them.
I'm gonna need your cell phones.
As you know, my employer
is an extremely cautious man.
Where are we going?
Why don't you wait and see?
Can we trace 'em?
The trackers on their phones
say they're still in the limo.
They're on their own.
Arms up!
Enough.
I said enough!
Hey... hey!
It's fine, it's fine.
Please, let him do his job.
I don't like him touching you.
And I don't like you
touching him.
You're good.
Thank you.
That way.
What the hell was that about?
You're my wife.
I don't know where we are.
We have no guns, no backup...
how are we gonna
arrest this guy?
Well, new plan: Secure the list,
- get out of here alive.
- Okay.
The helicopter they were on
filed a bogus flight plan,
turned off its transponder,
and stayed low enough
to evade radar.
We have no idea where it went.
They paid cash for
the gala tickets... no trace.
Whoever is behind this
has gone to extraordinary
measures not to be found.
Go over the other forum posts.
There might be a clue
in there somewhere.
Yeah, on it.
Good afternoon.
- A word?
- We're actually extremely busy right now.
It'll just take a second.
What was that about?
I have no idea.
So you have Guerrero in custody.
One of Jane's tattoos
led Weller and his team
right to him.
Don't worry, I'm...
"I'm handling it."
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Nothing about this is handled.
We need to contain this,
immediately.
I'm having him sign
a backdated confirmation
that he was my CHS.
We are way beyond that now.
Whoever did this to Jane
is coming for us.
It's plain as day.
Guerrero needs to disappear.
He's in a federal prison.
We can't just...
Yes... we... can.
If we create a paper trail,
all our problems go away.
If someone is trying to expose
Daylight through Guerrero,
making him legit neutralizes
everything they think they have.
What if he doesn't cooperate?
If he doesn't sign,
I'll release him into gen-pop!
Brand him a rat.
It's a death sentence.
He's not stupid. He'll sign!
This is the best option,
and you know it.
Well, we'll see.
Won't we?
Lot of security
for a birthday party.
Top of the line, too.
Do you think we're
here to meet "Carl"?
I don't know.
Well... what should we do now?
We should wait...
till the seller makes contact.
Until then...
...we should try to blend in.
No, I...
I don't think I can dance.
Well...
up until this morning...
you couldn't speak Bulgarian.
Who knows?
You could be a tango champion.
So...
You and that...
US Marshal over here.
- Yeah.
- You looked pretty...
Yeah. We used to date.
A little while.
Well, how little?
Well...
A year or so.
That's a little?
We weren't...
the best at communicating.
Well, I don't even...
Have you... ever been married?
No.
Never married.
I'm too choosy.
I...
I've been having memories
that make it seem like
I might have been engaged.
What'd you remember?
Moments, fragments.
It all seemed so...
far away from where I am now.
He's ready for you.
About time.
So it took a little doing,
but we were able to recover
a bunch of deleted
AshwellCreekKennels posts.
It looks like they've
been using the site
for a couple of years.
That would explain how
it got onto Jane's body.
My team has been lining up
the language in the post
with some pretty serious stuff.
Arms deals, massive
personal identity breaches.
Who's doing this?
The helicopter, the old house...
they were both paid for
by shell companies
for shell companies
of shell companies.
Next to impossible to know
who really owns them.
- But...
- They have the same accountant.
He did his best
to cover his tracks,
but all roads lead back to...
Rainier Abosay, CPA.
So let's bring him in,
see who he works for.
That's the thing.
He only works for one man.
And he's one of the most
dangerous guys in the world.
That's the best part of it.
There they are!
Oh, my goodness,
as I live and breathe,
there they are.
Rich Dotcom.
So glad you could make it.
So glad indeed.
Wow. Did you guys see Carl?
- Did you wish him a happy birthday?
- No.
He's not actually
70 today, by the way, yeah.
We just did that
to mess with him.
He is old, though.
He's pretty old-looking.
I think he might be sick.
Thank you very much.
Keep those comin'.
No thanks.
And, I'm sorry
to have to put you
through all this hassle
to get up here.
You know, I gotta play it safe.
Hmm. Um, hello.
I don't have to tell you.
I'm talking to two real-life,
actual assassins.
Right? I mean...
I gotta tell you,
this is very exciting for me.
Mm! Did they pat you down?
Not that that matters,
'cause I'm sure you could
probably kill somebody
with a spoon.
Heck, you probably
don't even need the spoon.
So bad-ass.
I-I'm sorry,
you said your name was...
Rich Dotcom?
Yeah, my mom was
a big fan of the Internet.
That's a joke.
You guys are about as funny
as I thought you'd be.
Come on!
Born Gord Enver.
Pretty decent programmer.
Knocked around,
made a reasonable living
as a tech mercenary.
But here's the thing.
He was one of the first
guys in the world
to realize that the Bitcoin
was gonna be a big deal.
Put everything he had into it,
and within a couple years,
he was worth $1/2 billion.
Smart guy.
After that,
he changed his name
to Rich Dotcom.
- I take it back.
- Let me guess.
He took all that money
and did a whole bunch
of good in the world with it?
Oh, opposite, opposite.
He became one of the most
trusted names on the Dark Net.
Anything you need,
if you have the money,
Rich Dotcom can get it for you.
So he's a hacker?
He was a hacker.
Now he's just...
He's a lot, lot worse.
Hey, fellas, I'm gonna
need the room.
Yeah.
Rich, please. I'm sorry.
Yeah, I'd be sorry, too.
Hey, wait till they
get the pipes out.
That's gonna suck.
Hey, they gotta do
one more pass on you guys,
just to make sure you're
not recording the whole thing.
You're clear.
Step over there, please.
So the Monaco job,
that was you guys, right?
Wow, I mean, that guy
was a thorn in my side
for so long, I'm glad
someone finally "fffuh."
Who did it, though? Was it...
I mean, who actually
slit his throat?
I did.
With my butterfly knife.
I gotta be honest,
this whole thing
that you got going on right now
is really working for me.
I mean, what's the deal with
you and Stubbles over there?
Are you guys fully... open,
or is it a committed thing?
'Cause if it's the latter,
I mean...
I'm okay to just watch,
you know?
It's something
that I've discovered
I actually really like doing.
I don't know where
it comes from,
but it really
turns me on, you know?
It's just sort of part
of this journey, so...
Do you think he'd
be cool with that?
Do you think he'd be open
to that sort of thing?
Do you think
he's an open person?
We doing this or what?
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Wow.
Okay, may I have
the necklace, please?
I got this Hasidic guy
on the premises.
He's a real party animal.
And, he's gonna
check out the necklace
stone by stone, which
is gonna take a while.
But, in good faith,
I'm gonna give you the list.
Now... you just can't
leave the party
until the necklace checks out.
And, if it doesn't
you're both dead.
I'm kidding. Or am I?
Sometimes, I don't even know.
Oh, I'm gonna need this.
Another pin?
It's another buyer.
I thought that we had
the only copy.
For $6 million?
Get over yourself, man.
Do you know how hard it was
to acquire this list?
You paid for access,
not exclusivity.
What are you worried about,
that they're gonna
kill the guys you
wanna kill first?
- Don't be childish.
- How many other buyers?
Just the two of you.
For now.
Look... once
the stones check out,
you get to go on a helicopter
and go wherever you wanna go.
But, in the meantime,
I got $100,000 worth
of caviar downstairs,
and some wine that's older
than the First World War.
So... enjoy yourselves.
This guy in particular.
Look at that stern mug
on your face.
You need to let loose, man!
I mean, it's Friday night,
for cryin' out loud.
It's Tuesday.
Well, it's Friday somewhere.
Someone else here already
has the list.
We gotta get the other
USB drive back.
How are we gonna
find the other buyer?
Their only identifying
feature is the pin
they're no longer wearing.
Well, if we can get into
the security system...
we can go through the footage.
Find out who was
wearing that pin
before Rich took it back.
Oh, my goodness, look at you.
So good to see you.
What did he say to you upstairs,
when I was out of earshot?
I think he wants
to sleep with me.
- Hm.
- Or us.
It was hard to tell.
Perfect.
Bourbon and a martini, please.
You propositioned my wife?
- Hey. Hey!
- What? Whoa, whoa.
Did you proposition my wife?
Proposition? That makes it sound
- very seedy.
- Get off!
Boys!
Now... You were also invited.
I'm kinda sweet on you as well.
- Really?
- Whoo, ooh, ooh...
Relax. Have some
jalapeño poppers.
Thank you.
What was that about?
About this.
You propositioned my wife?
- Hey!
- Whoa, whoa.
Did you proposition my wife?
Proposition? Boys!
You're not the only one
with hidden talents.
- Hmm.
- Cheers.
Cheers.
You kidding me?
I can't get an outside line.
Can you isolate the camera
above the front door?
Yep.
Come on, come on.
Come on...
Oh, there.
Did he walk in alone?
Yeah, it looks that way.
All right, hop up.
I'm gonna wipe this computer.
No, if you wipe it,
they'll know
someone was in here.
And if I don't,
they'll know it was us.
We're about to make some moves.
We don't want them to see.
- Got something?
- We've been searching properties
that Enver owns within
a helicopter's flying radius.
Don't you mean Dotcom?
I'm not calling him Dotcom.
Any hits?
- Seven.
- That's a lot.
Some are in the city,
but I think we can
rule those out.
Not a lot of places
to land a helicopter
within the five boroughs.
Send agents to be sure.
The other properties are
up and down the East Coast.
Take a helicopter
and check them out, one by one.
We'll get 'em back.
Yes, ma'am.
There's the other buyer.
Okay, how do you wanna play it?
Gotta get him alone
and take him down.
Shouldn't we wait until
our necklace clears
and we can leave?
We have no idea
when he's going to leave.
We have to act now.
Okay.
How do we get him alone?
Use the one thing
we have in common.
Excuse me.
- Do I know you?
- No.
And I don't know you.
But I think we both
just got had.
Excuse me?
The list.
He told us we'd get the complete
WITSEC list.
He only gave us half.
I'm pretty sure
he lied to you as well.
We have access to a computer,
if you'd like to check
for yourself.
If I paid $3 million,
I'd want the whole thing.
- You paid three?
- Yeah.
I paid nine.
You have a computer?
Yes.
Lead the way.
Of course.
Where's the USB?
Where's the computer?
Give me the drive.
Help me find the drive.
And you guys said you
weren't into threesomes.
Okay, now,
who wants to lie to me
about what the hell
is going on down here?
Trying to throw a fun
party for my best friend Carl,
and then I hear somebody's
broken into my office
and destroyed a very expensive
Dutch surveillance system.
Then I see my favorite couple
down here playing grab-ass
with a valued customer.
I gotta admit
I'm a little upset.
Is someone gonna start talking,
because otherwise,
my imagination is gonna
start to go.
And I tend to err on the side
of scary and paranoid.
He's a Fed.
No, he checked out.
We all checked out.
Okay, what makes him a Fed?
He came up to us...
and started talking
about the list.
So how would he know about that?
He's the other buyer?
Then I'd be real worried
if I were you,
because you just sold that list
to the same people
you stole it from.
Search him.
He's got my security card.
Can I have your gun, please?
Hey, would you two
care for a cognac?
The lights are out.
No heat signatures.
Okay, there's nothing
going on over here.
Move on to the next one.
You know,
I purchased this cognac
for 100,000
British pounds sterling.
Impressive.
Shall we?
Please, after you.
It's too good
not to share, right?
You guys big cognac drinkers?
Not really.
Oh, well...
See, the first time
they distill the grapes,
it comes out as this
basically undrinkable wine.
And it's only about seven
or nine percent alcohol.
It's basically a waste of time.
Should be ashamed of itself.
But then, they distill it again,
and it clocks in
at about 70 percent.
And it's just... crystal clear.
Eau-de-vie, they call it.
It's French.
But you gotta distill it twice.
So you guys did the Monaco
job together, right?
- I already told...
- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
I'm talking to Angry over here.
Don't look at her.
I'm just asking you a question.
You guys did the Monaco job
together, right?
Yeah.
That's great.
You know, I hated that guy.
He was such a whiny,
sniveling little...
Who did it, though?
Who actually...
put him down?
Don't... look at her.
She did.
Right... of course she did.
Right? Course she did.
I mean, look at her.
Jeez, you could
put me down, too.
How?
How?
Yeah, that's right.
How?
You are right.
This is too good...
not to share.
Right?
That was fast.
Move away from the desk.
Okay, this just got really
exciting, didn't it?
Give me the other USB key.
Or what?
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Okay, Angry, here we go.
Is it for you or...
- Give it to me!
- Okay.
All right.
We're gonna walk outside.
You're gonna bring back
the chopper.
And the three of us
are gonna head back to the city.
We are?
Oh. Okay.
Now...
you step out of line...
I will kill you.
You understand?
Yeah, that seems
pretty straightforward.
Good.
Now... move.
I want you to ask these two
to bring back the chopper.
Gotcha.
Hey, guys! Crazy night tonight.
Can you do me a favor
and kill these two, please?
Hey, shouldn't I
be dead already?
Yeah, okay. You're cops.
Feds, right?
Yeah, if you were mercenaries,
you wouldn't have
bothered to recover
the second list.
I'm right, aren't I?
Yeah.
And, see, cops don't
shoot the suspects
they have in custody...
it's against the law.
So, now that my men
have their guns out,
why don't you put yours down
and we can call it a night?
Or you could kill me,
and then they'll kill you.
I'm sure you've done
the math on that.
Or there's that.
Come on! In the pool house!
Come on, run!
Get behind the post!
Stay behind that pillar!
Agh!
Aaagh!
I'm out!
Right there!
We gotta take out those guards.
Aaagh!
Aaagh!
Aah!
It's the FBI!
You are surrounded!
Put down your weapons!
We are the FBI.
You are under arrest.
Nice work today.
Thank you.
Where's the tux?
I couldn't wait
to get out of that thing.
So how 'bout that drink?
I can't.
We have a housewarming
thing tonight, for Jane.
Okay.
Thanks for getting
that list back.
Oh, glad I could help.
He's got a few walls
that may never come down...
and is maybe the most
introverted person
I've ever met,
but aside from that,
you won't find a better man.
We should probably
take those rings off.
Right, heh.
You don't have to do that.
Yes... I do.
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