Human Target (2010–2011): Season 2, Episode 13 - Marshall Pucci - full transcript
Chance's investigation into Ilsa's late husband's past uncovers a web of deception and lies that may tear the team part forever.
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Marshall, are you having an affair?
What?
I've been calling
for hours.
If this is the end of it,
just tell me
and I'll save myself
a trip to Africa.
It's never gonna be the end of it.
Sorry, but you're stuck
with me forever.
But I don't think you should
come to Africa with me.
Oh, don't be silly.
I was only joking.
Excuse me, driver,
i think we should have
turned right just then.
Marshall, is everything
all right?
Marshall?
Marshall,
what's going on?
Driver.
Driver!
Marshall?
Marshall,
can you hear me?
Darling, I love you.
Never forget that.
You're not answering
your phone.
Marshall had an affair.
Had I never seen
that photograph,
I'd never have known it.
He and I had
a good life together.
We were happy together.
I should be able to remember
him like that, shouldn't I?
Yeah, you should.
And for what it's worth,
you deserve a lot better
than that.
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Uh, listen, I didn't--
It's okay.
It's under control.
Yeah.
Good night.
Good night.
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So does anybody other than me
find any of this
to be a bit strange?
Yeah, with her dough, she's
a little short on the caviar.
I was talking about Ilsa
moving back to London.
She didn't talk
about this with you?
No, I think it's
a great idea though.
It's about time.
Really?
Yeah, she kinda wore out
her welcome if you ask me.
So did something happen
between the two of you
that I don't know about?
What, you have another fight?
I know why she's leaving.
It's obvious.
What, you guys need me
to break it down for you?
The man she loved
was cheating on her,
and we--
He botched the assignment,
so...
Excuse me?
The girl was
Marshall's mistress,
flavor of the week.
End of story.
Maybe but you
never found her.
Was that not the gig,
to find her?
People end up gone
all the time,
bodies never found.
Want me to educate you?
Touchy. Sorry.
I was just trying to clarify
to the male element of this room
why a woman would run away.
And why is that?
Love.
It's usually
because of love.
Well, unlikely
as it may seem,
I think you might be wrong
on this one occasion.
The reason I'm
going back to London
is that I have to work full-time
for the foundation there.
Sometimes people can do more
good when they're apart.
Anyway, I would like
to thank you all
for your hard work
and your courage
and most of all
for putting up with me.
So...
Cheers.
Well, I'll be in touch.
Is that it?
No hugs?
She just ups and leaves?
Kinda cold
if you ask me.
Does anyone mind if I take
the rest of this food
in a doggy bag?
Cool.
She wanted us
to ask her to stay.
So why didn't you ask her?
Let me rephrase.
She wanted you
to ask her to stay.
She doesn't listen
to anything I say.
Plus she's got
this charity in London.
Seems legit to me.
Mm-hmm.
Something you're
not saying?
No, but there's something
you're not saying.
You do realize
that just because we're men
doesn't mean we can't
talk about our feelings?
Yes, it does.
Oh, that's good then.
Just keep it all
balled up like a knot,
just...
Well, it's too late
now anyway.
She's already gone,
caveman.
Oprah.
Why are you following me?
I was gonna ask
the same question.
I'm Julia.
Ilsa found the file
on Marshall Pucci.
Who's the woman?
You mean,
who's the mistress?
I know who you are.
What do you want?
Protection.
Mr. Chance,
what are you doing here?
We found her.
Found who?
Marshall's mistress.
Good-bye,
Mr. Chance.
She knows who really
killed your husband.
♪ Human target 2x13 ♪
Marshall Pucci
Original Air Date on February 9, 2011
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So you worked for Marshall's
medical program in Africa?
Couldn't find
an aid worker?
You're losing your touch.
What happened?
Marshall found a cache of guns
in one of our shipments.
So someone was using
the program
as a cover for
illegal weapons trade.
He traced the weapons
to their source,
took photographs.
And they found out
that we were gonna
blow the whistle,
and that's when
Marshall was killed.
We know how it ended.
So who did it?
I don't know
who did it.
They're on the pictures.
I thought you found them,
and that's why you came
looking for me.
We don't have 'em.
Oh, not true.
We did find a picture.
Of you and Marshall
at a bar.
Not in Africa,
but at the Lamont Hotel.
That was the last time
I saw him alive.
I told you I'd make
everything okay.
And I am.
Under the newspaper
is a plane ticket to Prague.
Take it.
There's also some money.
Stay hidden.
I'll be in touch
when it's safe.
But they'll come after you.
Think about your wife.
Always.
Ever since that day,
I've been on the run.
Moving every ten days,
changing names,
living in dingy motels
and worse.
And your relationship
to my husband was...
Purely professional?
Are you kidding?
Marshall loved you
more than anything.
He was the most decent man
I've ever known.
Don't you know that?
Mrs. Pucci,
I have a family too.
I just want to go home.
How sure are you
she was Marshall's mistress?
Less than definite.
Both of our lives
have been ruined
by these people.
We can't get my life back,
but we can get yours.
And that's what
we're gonna do.
Ilsa--
Mr. Chance, I know what
you're gonna say.
You think looking into
Marshall's death is a bad idea.
That's not it.
You think I'm acting
emotionally,
that I should leave the missions
up to the professionals.
Closer, still not it.
All right then,
enlighten me.
These people killed one
of the richest men in the world,
and they covered it up.
Evidence vanishing,
no witnesses,
complete control
of the environment.
Isn't that your credo,
take the fight to them
and then you race in
and do something
breathtakingly heroic.
It doesn't always
work that way.
Is this because
you're worried about me?
Be honest, Mr. Chance.
Honestly, if we're
going up against
the people that killed
your husband,
I'm worried about us all.
Listen, Julia's got
a phone number.
They've been leaving
threatening messages.
What do you wanna do?
Call them
and set up a meet.
See, it doesn't matter
what I say.
She's got a mind of her own.
Everybody in position?
We're here, dude.
Got eyes on Ilsa and Julia?
Guerrero, do you have
a visual?
Yeah, I see her.
Yeah, sure,
now you see her.
Do you want to speak to the last
person that pushed my buttons?
No.
Good, 'cause you can't.
Winston, you into
the satellite feed?
Yeah, I got eyes
on Ilsa and Julia.
They're sitting ducks
on that bench, people.
Everyone on alert.
I'm really nervous.
Are they gonna try
and kill me?
Well, that's what
we're hoping,
but don't worry.
I'm not gonna leave
your side, okay?
Look, something just
ain't right here.
What? What is it?
What?
What are you seeing?
The street musician only
knows about two chords.
These guys playing chess,
either they don't know how
to play or they're stoned.
This bum asking for change
has got a pretty good
dental plan for a homeless guy.
Good call on the chess.
Those guys are imbeciles.
Looks like they got
the park covered.
What do you wanna do?
We're too exposed.
I don't like it.
Let's pack it in.
Mr. Chance, is that
really necessary?
It's him.
They're calling.
Ilsa, no, do not answer the--
Mr. Chance, hello?
What do we do?
It's him, the man
who killed Marshall.
Ilsa, can you hear me?
Do not answer the phone.
Hello?
Earwig is out.
She's on the phone.
Winston, can you get
a trace?
I keep getting bounce-back.
Meeting spot's changed.
Go down the Bart station
behind you.
I'll be in the last car.
Winston?
They have a firewall
they're using.
It must be high-level.
Everyone in position?
We're set.
All right, they got two
in the Cadillac,
one in their office,
one on the park bench.
On my command,
cue the bus,
kill the rest
of their communication.
Yes, sir.
Got it.
Now.
I just lost my visual.
A bus pulled up.
Chance!
Winston, could you hear me?
Come on.
No, no, no, no!
What should we do?
If we don't show,
he may never come back.
Let's go.
Mr. Chance,
if you can hear me,
we're going into
the subway.
Follow us.
Damn it.
What is she doing?
Let's go.
Cue the traffic light.
Now.
Hey, are you two all right?
Ilsa!
Ilsa, wait.
What the--
shoot him.
Mr. Chance,
we're in the subway.
Can you hear me now?
We may have temporarily
lost our protection,
but you'll be fine,
I promise.
Too bad the same
can't be said for you.
Turn around and walk
to the back now.
Where are the pictures?
I told you,
I don't have them.
Ilsa, if I thought
that was true,
you think you'd
still be alive?
So every word out of your mouth
has been a complete lie.
Don't worry,
Marshall fell for it too.
Now what do you know
about my boss?
Your boss?
Is he the one
who killed Marshall?
You mean pulled
the trigger?
No.
I did that.
Ilsa, get to
the other track!
I can't move!
For once listen to me.
Don't move.
You okay?
No.
No, I'm not.
I don't get it.
So that whole "I'm an innocent
aid worker" thing--
that was a cover story,
Ames.
She conned us.
Just like she conned Marshall,
and then she killed him.
Then who the hell is she?
Seems like they knew
every move we made.
They cut off
our communication.
They hacked into
traffic lights, dude.
That's pro style.
Are you two thinking
what I'm thinking?
We're in
a world of hurt.
We gotta get out
of here.
Sir, we've lost the feed.
They're onto us.
Bravo party, move in.
Go, go, go.
Go, go.
Move!
Everybody clear!
They're not here, ma'am.
Couldn't have gone far.
Find them now!
The CIA?
No way.
I don't understand.
What would the CIA
want with Marshall?
Marshall discovered that they
were exploiting his program.
And so they killed him?
It's not
the entire agency.
Julia was asking
about her boss.
It's a single rogue Agent.
I want eyes on every airport,
every train station,
everyone who's ever
associated with these people.
Do they have family?
Find their pressure points.
Not a betting man,
but I'd wager they don't
see the sun come u up.
So what are we gonna do?
We run.
What are we doing?
We should be halfway
to Mexico by now.
The CIA is after us,
all right?
Have you ever heard
of satellites?
I can't believe that I'm
going on the lam with you.
Look, I want to go
somewhere hot
and not humid,
'cause my hair curls.
And I really want
to get a dog,
'cause then I'll have
someone to talk to.
Ooh, and a soaking tub.
We gotta get
something straight.
We get out of the country,
it's adios, kid.
You're on your own.
Well, I don't know anyone
out of the country.
Who am I gonna hang out with?
Like, watch TV with?
Eat with?
Look, I'm not psyched
about this either,
but like it or not,
you're stuck with me now.
All right.
Where are we going?
Back to the office
to settle this.
The CIA is there!
Hello,
they're gonna kill us!
Better than
a life with you.
Ugh.
I can't believe
this is happening.
Now all of your lives
are in danger
because of me,
because I couldn't leave
well enough alone
with that stupid photograph.
Here, take this.
It's not your fault,
you were right.
There was more
to your husband's death.
As for us being in danger,
well, it's sort of the gig
we signed up for.
Not this.
They can hunt us down
anywhere.
There's nowhere
we're gonna be safe.
Finally a fair fight.
Now look, your husband
had the evidence
that could put
these people away.
If we find that, maybe we can
get out of this mess.
Plus they think you have it.
I don't.
He hid all of this from me.
Why?
I was his wife.
Maybe he thought
I couldn't handle it.
I guess he was right.
Okay, listen to me.
I don't think
I've ever met anyone
quite as strong
as you are.
It seems to me that Marshall
is a pretty smart guy.
I can only assume
he felt the same way.
Why didn't he tell me?
Maybe he did.
You just didn't realize it.
Ilsa, I need you
to tell me
everything about your
relationship with your husband.
What you're
asking me to do
is gonna be
very difficult.
Come on, it's just me.
That's why
it's gonna be difficult.
Look, I went heavy on the canned fish,
and I don't wanna hear
any crap about Mercury from...
You two.
Uh...
I'm gonna go
out to the van
and check on those mics,
and maybe I can
recalibrate them
or something.
Okay, who's got the files
on these other losers?
This is crazy.
I thought you told Ilsa
you'd stop spying on everyone.
It's like you
don't even know me.
Criminals and a has-been cop.
Wasn't there another guy?
His name's Guerrero.
Some pretty scary reading.
Wow.
We're doing society a favor
putting this freak
out of his misery.
Says here he has a kid.
See?
That's what I mean
by a pressure point.
Oh.
Ames.
I knew about the kid.
It's cool.
Ames, take the Eldo.
Where are you going?
I don't run.
Okay, this doesn't
make any sense.
Let's go over it
one more time.
Look, I have told you
everything I can remember.
He warned you, right?
You said that
he hired a bodyguard,
he thought he was
being paranoid.
He's concerned
about your safety,
but the one piece of evidence
which could have protected you,
he hides.
It just doesn't add up.
Do you want another drink,
a snack?
We've got cashews,
a variety of canned fish.
No, I don't want a snack.
I was in Geneva.
He called, he told me
everything was fine,
but he didn't want me
to come to Africa.
Two days later, he's dead.
That's it.
That's the last communication
I had with him,
apart from the letter,
but he made no mention
of the CIA!
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what letter?
A personal letter he left
in his briefcase in Geneva.
It was nothing.
Just last words
from a husband to a wife.
Ilsa, I need
to read that letter.
Could be something
you missed.
Now where is it?
Well, there's two things
that are clear in this letter.
He knew he was
gonna die,
and he loved you
very much.
I know.
But there's just
one problem.
It's not written by
your husband.
It's signed
by a Mr. Ross.
Oh, here we go.
Oh, it's silly.
Every month we would meet
in the hotel bar
at the Lamont
and pretend to be strangers
and spend the night together
under a false name,
and he was Mr. Ross.
The photo of Julia and Marshall
was taken in that bar,
which is why I thought
he was having an affair.
I think I will have
that other drink.
Did you always stay
in the same room?
Good evening.
My name's Mrs. Ross.
My husband and I rented out
a suite for the year,
but unfortunately I seem
to have misplaced the key.
Of course, Mrs. Ross.
I remember you.
You'll have your key in just a moment.
Thank you.
Chance, I'm tapped into
the hotel security feed.
Something tells me
I'm not the only one.
Okay, everyone on hold.
Let's see where they go,
what they're looking for.
Either way, they don't
leave the hotel alive.
This lobby's a little bit
too crowded for my taste.
She's got the key.
Holding. Everyone stay in position.
Okay, we got 'em.
Tenth floor.
Move in now.
Once we recover
the photos,
capture and kill.
Now!
Get your hands
in the air!
Freeze!
Hands up, Mrs. Pucci!
Now turn around slowly.
Right now!
Please, please,
don't shoot.
It's not her.
Repeat, the target
is not here.
God!
Good, good, good, good.
Ilsa, they took the bait.
You're up.
Hurry up,
find the photographs
and get out of there.
All right,
I need eyes everywhere.
Find them!
What do you
want me to do?
Kill her.
We need backup
on the tenth floor now.
Chance, they got reinforcements
heading towards you.
How are we gonna
get out of here?
What?
I don't do the thinking.
That's your job.
Ilsa...
Speed it up
and get outta there.
Very clever, Mr. Ross.
Winston, I've got it.
Good, good.
Now get the hell
outta there.
Julia's on her way up.
She's headed right for you.
Ilsa, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
Chance.
We got a huge problem.
Hold on.
Ilsa's not leaving.
And she's got a gun.
Ilsa, go downstairs.
Ilsa, listen to me.
Ilsa!
Chance,
Ilsa has just taken
Julia hostage.
Looks like she's
headed up to the roof.
Listen, when they come in
through that door,
you go in through a window.
Do not stop running until
you get to Winston
and you get
the hell outta here.
Where are you going?
I'm going up there
to get Ilsa.
I need the security feed
on every floor, every stair--
what the hell just happened?
We just lost the connection.
Get this thing
back up and running.
They're here.
Find them.
McNally, talk to me.
What do you see?
I'm in the loading dock.
Someone got into
the power box.
Let me see if I can rewire--
Hobbs, get over there now.
He's on the loading dock.
Hobbs?
Hobbs?
Mrs. Pucci,
you're making
a big mistake.
I don't know what you're
hoping to accomplish with this.
I want answers.
I found this.
Is this what
you're looking for?
Well, it's over.
So talk,
whatever your name is.
I want to know why.
I want--
I want to know everything.
I want to know--
I want to know
Marshall's last words.
I want to know
every detail.
Does it matter?
He got in the way,
he needed to be eliminated.
As simple as that.
Fine.
Then I'm going
to eliminate you.
Simple as that.
Ilsa!
Could you have picked
a lower floor?
You're not supposed
to be here.
You could say that
for the both of us.
Don't try and talk me
out of this.
I'm here to tell you
to hurry up.
There's a dozen agents
on their way up here
to kill us.
So just go ahead
and pull the trigger.
Whoa.
Hey.
She killed Marshall.
She deserves to die.
Listen, nobody
deserves to die.
This just isn't you.
Go, go!
Stay where you are!
Don't move!
Drop the weapon!
I said, drop the weapon!
I don't think they share
my views regarding death.
Right there!
What now?
Well, they're probably
gonna shoot us.
Listen, we'll always
have Geneva.
What? Geneva?
Mr. Chance.
No, Chance!
I was on that mission.
I actually know what
you guys are talking about.
That's where they jumped off
that 17-story--
Oh, no.
I mean, that only works
if there's a body of water
below, right?
Geneva was a once-in-a-lifetime
silly, silly thing.
But it sure was fun.
Mrs. Pucci, I'm going to need
that microchip, please.
Trust me.
Ready?
Yeah.
Who are you?
I'm the freak.
Call it off.
Everyone stand down.
It's over.
Drop your weapons.
Yeah, drop 'em.
Okay.
Did they really jump?
Winston?
Please don't let me go.
Never.
All right, Bill.
Look, it was
nothing personal.
It was just business.
I just couldn't have you out
there knowing what you know.
You understand?
I understand.
That's my issue, Bill.
You found my pressure point.
He's my world.
You understand?
That's my kid.
Nothing personal, dude.
Just business.
♪ Seen through your eyes ♪
♪ seen through
your eyes ♪
♪ there by the Grace
of God go I ♪
♪ I don't know
what they mean ♪
♪ I don't know what
they mean ♪
♪ and I say ♪
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♪ ooh ♪
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I'm gonna make sure
that this thing
gets into the right hands.
I'm gonna make a copy
for the FBI, the NSA,
Department of Justice,
and, well, hell,
I might even make
a copy for some newspapers
in case they decide to drag
their bureaucratic feet.
Thank you, Mr. Winston.
For the second and final time,
I guess this is good-bye.
What, no omelet bar?
I'll miss you.
I was just about
to give it back.
Give it back, yeah.
So yeah, give me a chance.
Keep it.
You never know
when you may need
to play a billionaire again.
Seriously?
It's mine?
Can I hock it?
Really?
It's yours.
Do what you like with it.
Well, good-bye,
Mrs. Pucci.
Oh, come here,
Mr. Winston.
Yeah, all right then.
I will keep these guys in line
and send you your expense
reports every week.
I expect nothing less.
Take care of yourself.
You too.
When Mr. Chance returns,
do tell him--
well, give him my best.
Late shopping, huh?
Yeah, I like
to avoid the lines.
Yeah, you like
to avoid something,
and it ain't the lines.
Traffic?
Come on, man.
You coulda said
good-bye to her.
Oh, Ilsa, she left already?
I thought that wasn't
until tomorrow.
Right.
Okay, what's the point?
She's leaving anyway.
Ow?
I known you a long time.
First time I ever
seen you scared.
She's--
yeah?
She's an impressive woman.
It lives.
Continue.
Well, that's it.
Come on, what's the point?
Somebody just ends up
getting hurt anyway.
Don't you have
enough scars on you
to know that things heal?
Yeah, it's probably
too late.
Her plane's
left by now anyway.
Yeah, well--yeah.
Hey, you know what?
We're still hooked into
the CIA feed.
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♪ I think it's time
for me and you ♪
♪ to take over
the world ♪
♪ I think it's time
for me and you ♪
♪ to take over
the world ♪
♪ take over the world ♪
♪ take over
the world ♪
♪ take over the world ♪
♪ take over
the world ♪
Decided to join me,
Mr. Chance?
No, I just came
to say good-bye.
Well, good-bye.
Listen, I don't know
if Ames and Winston
are gonna be able
to get by without you.
Guerrero's a little
choked up.
Emotions aren't good
in this line of work.
So you say.
Don't go.
I'm sorry?
Don't go.
Are you asking me
to stay, Mr. Chance,
because the team needs me
or...
Yeah.
Mrs. Pucci.
I'm sorry, but we've cancelled
the flight plans,
as you asked.
Do you want your luggage
delivered to your apartment?
Yeah.
I was thinking of sticking
around for a few more days.
Got some errands.
So I guess
I'll see you tomorrow.
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See you tomorrow,
Mrs. Pucci.
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Marshall, are you having an affair?
What?
I've been calling
for hours.
If this is the end of it,
just tell me
and I'll save myself
a trip to Africa.
It's never gonna be the end of it.
Sorry, but you're stuck
with me forever.
But I don't think you should
come to Africa with me.
Oh, don't be silly.
I was only joking.
Excuse me, driver,
i think we should have
turned right just then.
Marshall, is everything
all right?
Marshall?
Marshall,
what's going on?
Driver.
Driver!
Marshall?
Marshall,
can you hear me?
Darling, I love you.
Never forget that.
You're not answering
your phone.
Marshall had an affair.
Had I never seen
that photograph,
I'd never have known it.
He and I had
a good life together.
We were happy together.
I should be able to remember
him like that, shouldn't I?
Yeah, you should.
And for what it's worth,
you deserve a lot better
than that.
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Uh, listen, I didn't--
It's okay.
It's under control.
Yeah.
Good night.
Good night.
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So does anybody other than me
find any of this
to be a bit strange?
Yeah, with her dough, she's
a little short on the caviar.
I was talking about Ilsa
moving back to London.
She didn't talk
about this with you?
No, I think it's
a great idea though.
It's about time.
Really?
Yeah, she kinda wore out
her welcome if you ask me.
So did something happen
between the two of you
that I don't know about?
What, you have another fight?
I know why she's leaving.
It's obvious.
What, you guys need me
to break it down for you?
The man she loved
was cheating on her,
and we--
He botched the assignment,
so...
Excuse me?
The girl was
Marshall's mistress,
flavor of the week.
End of story.
Maybe but you
never found her.
Was that not the gig,
to find her?
People end up gone
all the time,
bodies never found.
Want me to educate you?
Touchy. Sorry.
I was just trying to clarify
to the male element of this room
why a woman would run away.
And why is that?
Love.
It's usually
because of love.
Well, unlikely
as it may seem,
I think you might be wrong
on this one occasion.
The reason I'm
going back to London
is that I have to work full-time
for the foundation there.
Sometimes people can do more
good when they're apart.
Anyway, I would like
to thank you all
for your hard work
and your courage
and most of all
for putting up with me.
So...
Cheers.
Well, I'll be in touch.
Is that it?
No hugs?
She just ups and leaves?
Kinda cold
if you ask me.
Does anyone mind if I take
the rest of this food
in a doggy bag?
Cool.
She wanted us
to ask her to stay.
So why didn't you ask her?
Let me rephrase.
She wanted you
to ask her to stay.
She doesn't listen
to anything I say.
Plus she's got
this charity in London.
Seems legit to me.
Mm-hmm.
Something you're
not saying?
No, but there's something
you're not saying.
You do realize
that just because we're men
doesn't mean we can't
talk about our feelings?
Yes, it does.
Oh, that's good then.
Just keep it all
balled up like a knot,
just...
Well, it's too late
now anyway.
She's already gone,
caveman.
Oprah.
Why are you following me?
I was gonna ask
the same question.
I'm Julia.
Ilsa found the file
on Marshall Pucci.
Who's the woman?
You mean,
who's the mistress?
I know who you are.
What do you want?
Protection.
Mr. Chance,
what are you doing here?
We found her.
Found who?
Marshall's mistress.
Good-bye,
Mr. Chance.
She knows who really
killed your husband.
♪ Human target 2x13 ♪
Marshall Pucci
Original Air Date on February 9, 2011
♪
♪
So you worked for Marshall's
medical program in Africa?
Couldn't find
an aid worker?
You're losing your touch.
What happened?
Marshall found a cache of guns
in one of our shipments.
So someone was using
the program
as a cover for
illegal weapons trade.
He traced the weapons
to their source,
took photographs.
And they found out
that we were gonna
blow the whistle,
and that's when
Marshall was killed.
We know how it ended.
So who did it?
I don't know
who did it.
They're on the pictures.
I thought you found them,
and that's why you came
looking for me.
We don't have 'em.
Oh, not true.
We did find a picture.
Of you and Marshall
at a bar.
Not in Africa,
but at the Lamont Hotel.
That was the last time
I saw him alive.
I told you I'd make
everything okay.
And I am.
Under the newspaper
is a plane ticket to Prague.
Take it.
There's also some money.
Stay hidden.
I'll be in touch
when it's safe.
But they'll come after you.
Think about your wife.
Always.
Ever since that day,
I've been on the run.
Moving every ten days,
changing names,
living in dingy motels
and worse.
And your relationship
to my husband was...
Purely professional?
Are you kidding?
Marshall loved you
more than anything.
He was the most decent man
I've ever known.
Don't you know that?
Mrs. Pucci,
I have a family too.
I just want to go home.
How sure are you
she was Marshall's mistress?
Less than definite.
Both of our lives
have been ruined
by these people.
We can't get my life back,
but we can get yours.
And that's what
we're gonna do.
Ilsa--
Mr. Chance, I know what
you're gonna say.
You think looking into
Marshall's death is a bad idea.
That's not it.
You think I'm acting
emotionally,
that I should leave the missions
up to the professionals.
Closer, still not it.
All right then,
enlighten me.
These people killed one
of the richest men in the world,
and they covered it up.
Evidence vanishing,
no witnesses,
complete control
of the environment.
Isn't that your credo,
take the fight to them
and then you race in
and do something
breathtakingly heroic.
It doesn't always
work that way.
Is this because
you're worried about me?
Be honest, Mr. Chance.
Honestly, if we're
going up against
the people that killed
your husband,
I'm worried about us all.
Listen, Julia's got
a phone number.
They've been leaving
threatening messages.
What do you wanna do?
Call them
and set up a meet.
See, it doesn't matter
what I say.
She's got a mind of her own.
Everybody in position?
We're here, dude.
Got eyes on Ilsa and Julia?
Guerrero, do you have
a visual?
Yeah, I see her.
Yeah, sure,
now you see her.
Do you want to speak to the last
person that pushed my buttons?
No.
Good, 'cause you can't.
Winston, you into
the satellite feed?
Yeah, I got eyes
on Ilsa and Julia.
They're sitting ducks
on that bench, people.
Everyone on alert.
I'm really nervous.
Are they gonna try
and kill me?
Well, that's what
we're hoping,
but don't worry.
I'm not gonna leave
your side, okay?
Look, something just
ain't right here.
What? What is it?
What?
What are you seeing?
The street musician only
knows about two chords.
These guys playing chess,
either they don't know how
to play or they're stoned.
This bum asking for change
has got a pretty good
dental plan for a homeless guy.
Good call on the chess.
Those guys are imbeciles.
Looks like they got
the park covered.
What do you wanna do?
We're too exposed.
I don't like it.
Let's pack it in.
Mr. Chance, is that
really necessary?
It's him.
They're calling.
Ilsa, no, do not answer the--
Mr. Chance, hello?
What do we do?
It's him, the man
who killed Marshall.
Ilsa, can you hear me?
Do not answer the phone.
Hello?
Earwig is out.
She's on the phone.
Winston, can you get
a trace?
I keep getting bounce-back.
Meeting spot's changed.
Go down the Bart station
behind you.
I'll be in the last car.
Winston?
They have a firewall
they're using.
It must be high-level.
Everyone in position?
We're set.
All right, they got two
in the Cadillac,
one in their office,
one on the park bench.
On my command,
cue the bus,
kill the rest
of their communication.
Yes, sir.
Got it.
Now.
I just lost my visual.
A bus pulled up.
Chance!
Winston, could you hear me?
Come on.
No, no, no, no!
What should we do?
If we don't show,
he may never come back.
Let's go.
Mr. Chance,
if you can hear me,
we're going into
the subway.
Follow us.
Damn it.
What is she doing?
Let's go.
Cue the traffic light.
Now.
Hey, are you two all right?
Ilsa!
Ilsa, wait.
What the--
shoot him.
Mr. Chance,
we're in the subway.
Can you hear me now?
We may have temporarily
lost our protection,
but you'll be fine,
I promise.
Too bad the same
can't be said for you.
Turn around and walk
to the back now.
Where are the pictures?
I told you,
I don't have them.
Ilsa, if I thought
that was true,
you think you'd
still be alive?
So every word out of your mouth
has been a complete lie.
Don't worry,
Marshall fell for it too.
Now what do you know
about my boss?
Your boss?
Is he the one
who killed Marshall?
You mean pulled
the trigger?
No.
I did that.
Ilsa, get to
the other track!
I can't move!
For once listen to me.
Don't move.
You okay?
No.
No, I'm not.
I don't get it.
So that whole "I'm an innocent
aid worker" thing--
that was a cover story,
Ames.
She conned us.
Just like she conned Marshall,
and then she killed him.
Then who the hell is she?
Seems like they knew
every move we made.
They cut off
our communication.
They hacked into
traffic lights, dude.
That's pro style.
Are you two thinking
what I'm thinking?
We're in
a world of hurt.
We gotta get out
of here.
Sir, we've lost the feed.
They're onto us.
Bravo party, move in.
Go, go, go.
Go, go.
Move!
Everybody clear!
They're not here, ma'am.
Couldn't have gone far.
Find them now!
The CIA?
No way.
I don't understand.
What would the CIA
want with Marshall?
Marshall discovered that they
were exploiting his program.
And so they killed him?
It's not
the entire agency.
Julia was asking
about her boss.
It's a single rogue Agent.
I want eyes on every airport,
every train station,
everyone who's ever
associated with these people.
Do they have family?
Find their pressure points.
Not a betting man,
but I'd wager they don't
see the sun come u up.
So what are we gonna do?
We run.
What are we doing?
We should be halfway
to Mexico by now.
The CIA is after us,
all right?
Have you ever heard
of satellites?
I can't believe that I'm
going on the lam with you.
Look, I want to go
somewhere hot
and not humid,
'cause my hair curls.
And I really want
to get a dog,
'cause then I'll have
someone to talk to.
Ooh, and a soaking tub.
We gotta get
something straight.
We get out of the country,
it's adios, kid.
You're on your own.
Well, I don't know anyone
out of the country.
Who am I gonna hang out with?
Like, watch TV with?
Eat with?
Look, I'm not psyched
about this either,
but like it or not,
you're stuck with me now.
All right.
Where are we going?
Back to the office
to settle this.
The CIA is there!
Hello,
they're gonna kill us!
Better than
a life with you.
Ugh.
I can't believe
this is happening.
Now all of your lives
are in danger
because of me,
because I couldn't leave
well enough alone
with that stupid photograph.
Here, take this.
It's not your fault,
you were right.
There was more
to your husband's death.
As for us being in danger,
well, it's sort of the gig
we signed up for.
Not this.
They can hunt us down
anywhere.
There's nowhere
we're gonna be safe.
Finally a fair fight.
Now look, your husband
had the evidence
that could put
these people away.
If we find that, maybe we can
get out of this mess.
Plus they think you have it.
I don't.
He hid all of this from me.
Why?
I was his wife.
Maybe he thought
I couldn't handle it.
I guess he was right.
Okay, listen to me.
I don't think
I've ever met anyone
quite as strong
as you are.
It seems to me that Marshall
is a pretty smart guy.
I can only assume
he felt the same way.
Why didn't he tell me?
Maybe he did.
You just didn't realize it.
Ilsa, I need you
to tell me
everything about your
relationship with your husband.
What you're
asking me to do
is gonna be
very difficult.
Come on, it's just me.
That's why
it's gonna be difficult.
Look, I went heavy on the canned fish,
and I don't wanna hear
any crap about Mercury from...
You two.
Uh...
I'm gonna go
out to the van
and check on those mics,
and maybe I can
recalibrate them
or something.
Okay, who's got the files
on these other losers?
This is crazy.
I thought you told Ilsa
you'd stop spying on everyone.
It's like you
don't even know me.
Criminals and a has-been cop.
Wasn't there another guy?
His name's Guerrero.
Some pretty scary reading.
Wow.
We're doing society a favor
putting this freak
out of his misery.
Says here he has a kid.
See?
That's what I mean
by a pressure point.
Oh.
Ames.
I knew about the kid.
It's cool.
Ames, take the Eldo.
Where are you going?
I don't run.
Okay, this doesn't
make any sense.
Let's go over it
one more time.
Look, I have told you
everything I can remember.
He warned you, right?
You said that
he hired a bodyguard,
he thought he was
being paranoid.
He's concerned
about your safety,
but the one piece of evidence
which could have protected you,
he hides.
It just doesn't add up.
Do you want another drink,
a snack?
We've got cashews,
a variety of canned fish.
No, I don't want a snack.
I was in Geneva.
He called, he told me
everything was fine,
but he didn't want me
to come to Africa.
Two days later, he's dead.
That's it.
That's the last communication
I had with him,
apart from the letter,
but he made no mention
of the CIA!
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what letter?
A personal letter he left
in his briefcase in Geneva.
It was nothing.
Just last words
from a husband to a wife.
Ilsa, I need
to read that letter.
Could be something
you missed.
Now where is it?
Well, there's two things
that are clear in this letter.
He knew he was
gonna die,
and he loved you
very much.
I know.
But there's just
one problem.
It's not written by
your husband.
It's signed
by a Mr. Ross.
Oh, here we go.
Oh, it's silly.
Every month we would meet
in the hotel bar
at the Lamont
and pretend to be strangers
and spend the night together
under a false name,
and he was Mr. Ross.
The photo of Julia and Marshall
was taken in that bar,
which is why I thought
he was having an affair.
I think I will have
that other drink.
Did you always stay
in the same room?
Good evening.
My name's Mrs. Ross.
My husband and I rented out
a suite for the year,
but unfortunately I seem
to have misplaced the key.
Of course, Mrs. Ross.
I remember you.
You'll have your key in just a moment.
Thank you.
Chance, I'm tapped into
the hotel security feed.
Something tells me
I'm not the only one.
Okay, everyone on hold.
Let's see where they go,
what they're looking for.
Either way, they don't
leave the hotel alive.
This lobby's a little bit
too crowded for my taste.
She's got the key.
Holding. Everyone stay in position.
Okay, we got 'em.
Tenth floor.
Move in now.
Once we recover
the photos,
capture and kill.
Now!
Get your hands
in the air!
Freeze!
Hands up, Mrs. Pucci!
Now turn around slowly.
Right now!
Please, please,
don't shoot.
It's not her.
Repeat, the target
is not here.
God!
Good, good, good, good.
Ilsa, they took the bait.
You're up.
Hurry up,
find the photographs
and get out of there.
All right,
I need eyes everywhere.
Find them!
What do you
want me to do?
Kill her.
We need backup
on the tenth floor now.
Chance, they got reinforcements
heading towards you.
How are we gonna
get out of here?
What?
I don't do the thinking.
That's your job.
Ilsa...
Speed it up
and get outta there.
Very clever, Mr. Ross.
Winston, I've got it.
Good, good.
Now get the hell
outta there.
Julia's on her way up.
She's headed right for you.
Ilsa, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
Chance.
We got a huge problem.
Hold on.
Ilsa's not leaving.
And she's got a gun.
Ilsa, go downstairs.
Ilsa, listen to me.
Ilsa!
Chance,
Ilsa has just taken
Julia hostage.
Looks like she's
headed up to the roof.
Listen, when they come in
through that door,
you go in through a window.
Do not stop running until
you get to Winston
and you get
the hell outta here.
Where are you going?
I'm going up there
to get Ilsa.
I need the security feed
on every floor, every stair--
what the hell just happened?
We just lost the connection.
Get this thing
back up and running.
They're here.
Find them.
McNally, talk to me.
What do you see?
I'm in the loading dock.
Someone got into
the power box.
Let me see if I can rewire--
Hobbs, get over there now.
He's on the loading dock.
Hobbs?
Hobbs?
Mrs. Pucci,
you're making
a big mistake.
I don't know what you're
hoping to accomplish with this.
I want answers.
I found this.
Is this what
you're looking for?
Well, it's over.
So talk,
whatever your name is.
I want to know why.
I want--
I want to know everything.
I want to know--
I want to know
Marshall's last words.
I want to know
every detail.
Does it matter?
He got in the way,
he needed to be eliminated.
As simple as that.
Fine.
Then I'm going
to eliminate you.
Simple as that.
Ilsa!
Could you have picked
a lower floor?
You're not supposed
to be here.
You could say that
for the both of us.
Don't try and talk me
out of this.
I'm here to tell you
to hurry up.
There's a dozen agents
on their way up here
to kill us.
So just go ahead
and pull the trigger.
Whoa.
Hey.
She killed Marshall.
She deserves to die.
Listen, nobody
deserves to die.
This just isn't you.
Go, go!
Stay where you are!
Don't move!
Drop the weapon!
I said, drop the weapon!
I don't think they share
my views regarding death.
Right there!
What now?
Well, they're probably
gonna shoot us.
Listen, we'll always
have Geneva.
What? Geneva?
Mr. Chance.
No, Chance!
I was on that mission.
I actually know what
you guys are talking about.
That's where they jumped off
that 17-story--
Oh, no.
I mean, that only works
if there's a body of water
below, right?
Geneva was a once-in-a-lifetime
silly, silly thing.
But it sure was fun.
Mrs. Pucci, I'm going to need
that microchip, please.
Trust me.
Ready?
Yeah.
Who are you?
I'm the freak.
Call it off.
Everyone stand down.
It's over.
Drop your weapons.
Yeah, drop 'em.
Okay.
Did they really jump?
Winston?
Please don't let me go.
Never.
All right, Bill.
Look, it was
nothing personal.
It was just business.
I just couldn't have you out
there knowing what you know.
You understand?
I understand.
That's my issue, Bill.
You found my pressure point.
He's my world.
You understand?
That's my kid.
Nothing personal, dude.
Just business.
♪ Seen through your eyes ♪
♪ seen through
your eyes ♪
♪ there by the Grace
of God go I ♪
♪ I don't know
what they mean ♪
♪ I don't know what
they mean ♪
♪ and I say ♪
♪
♪
♪ ooh ♪
♪
♪
I'm gonna make sure
that this thing
gets into the right hands.
I'm gonna make a copy
for the FBI, the NSA,
Department of Justice,
and, well, hell,
I might even make
a copy for some newspapers
in case they decide to drag
their bureaucratic feet.
Thank you, Mr. Winston.
For the second and final time,
I guess this is good-bye.
What, no omelet bar?
I'll miss you.
I was just about
to give it back.
Give it back, yeah.
So yeah, give me a chance.
Keep it.
You never know
when you may need
to play a billionaire again.
Seriously?
It's mine?
Can I hock it?
Really?
It's yours.
Do what you like with it.
Well, good-bye,
Mrs. Pucci.
Oh, come here,
Mr. Winston.
Yeah, all right then.
I will keep these guys in line
and send you your expense
reports every week.
I expect nothing less.
Take care of yourself.
You too.
When Mr. Chance returns,
do tell him--
well, give him my best.
Late shopping, huh?
Yeah, I like
to avoid the lines.
Yeah, you like
to avoid something,
and it ain't the lines.
Traffic?
Come on, man.
You coulda said
good-bye to her.
Oh, Ilsa, she left already?
I thought that wasn't
until tomorrow.
Right.
Okay, what's the point?
She's leaving anyway.
Ow?
I known you a long time.
First time I ever
seen you scared.
She's--
yeah?
She's an impressive woman.
It lives.
Continue.
Well, that's it.
Come on, what's the point?
Somebody just ends up
getting hurt anyway.
Don't you have
enough scars on you
to know that things heal?
Yeah, it's probably
too late.
Her plane's
left by now anyway.
Yeah, well--yeah.
Hey, you know what?
We're still hooked into
the CIA feed.
♪
♪
♪ I think it's time
for me and you ♪
♪ to take over
the world ♪
♪ I think it's time
for me and you ♪
♪ to take over
the world ♪
♪ take over the world ♪
♪ take over
the world ♪
♪ take over the world ♪
♪ take over
the world ♪
Decided to join me,
Mr. Chance?
No, I just came
to say good-bye.
Well, good-bye.
Listen, I don't know
if Ames and Winston
are gonna be able
to get by without you.
Guerrero's a little
choked up.
Emotions aren't good
in this line of work.
So you say.
Don't go.
I'm sorry?
Don't go.
Are you asking me
to stay, Mr. Chance,
because the team needs me
or...
Yeah.
Mrs. Pucci.
I'm sorry, but we've cancelled
the flight plans,
as you asked.
Do you want your luggage
delivered to your apartment?
Yeah.
I was thinking of sticking
around for a few more days.
Got some errands.
So I guess
I'll see you tomorrow.
♪
♪
See you tomorrow,
Mrs. Pucci.