Limitless (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 15 - Undercover! - full transcript
Brian goes undercover with an associate to bring down the women trafficking association and people involved in it.
BRIAN: Previously on Limitless...
I've been thinking about the shooting.
I was watching footage of Morra.
It's almost like he dodged.
Do you think he's on NZT?
Senator's coat. The real one.
- With NZT in the blood.
- Everything go smooth?
BRIAN: I had to talk to one guy
in the evidence unit.
REBECCA". He's dead, Brian.
He went to a Chinese restaurant
where the chef knows about his allergy.
Somehow, peanut oil
ended up in his entree.
- He died in the ambulance.
- Do you think someone killed him?
I think someone didn't want us
talking to him.
[JAZZ MUSIC]
WOMAN: You understand
you're giving a statement to IAU
about your recent investigation
of Cyrillus Holdings?
Mmm.
And that this also includes
the 48-hour period
you spent working with another agent?
Look, I get it.
You want me to talk about Lucy Church.
That works for me. I could talk
about Lucy Church all day long.
And why is that exactly?
Because... I learned a lot from her.
Plus I wasn't in a great place
when we met.
You look like you've been through hell.
I know what you did.
Jesse Escanso, the evidence clerk.
He didn't just die because someone
put peanut oil in his Chinese food.
You made it happen,
which means I made it happen.
Assuming you're right about any of this,
did you come hereto say thank you?
Jesse Escanso could have
and would have exposed
everything that we're trying to do.
And if he hadn't have had an accident,
odds are you'd be in jail right now.
I don't care.
I don't...
I don't go around murdering people.
And you haven't.
You gave me a debriefing.
Based on that, I may or may not
have tended to a loose end.
What trouble is that to your conscience?
And Agent Harris?
Well, I'd imagine the timing of Mr.
Escanso's death hasn't been lost on her.
Rebecca's fine.
You don't have to worry about Rebecca.
In any case, she won't be getting
any compromising information
from Jesse Escanso.
WOMAN: You weren't in a great place?
What does that mean?
Nothing you need to worry about.
The stuff you wanna know started when
the list of undercover agents got out.
Finch! Get up!
Ah, Mike! What is it, like
three in the morning? What do you want?
Naz needs you right now.
Washington maintains a master list
of every agent
working under nonofficial cover.
Two hours ago,
unknown persons stole the hard drive
from Deputy Director Rovick's home
in Dupont Circle.
The list was on it.
Every undercover operation
we've got going has been compromised
and we're pulling all the agents
as we speak.
- Has the list been leaked?
- No, not yet.
- We only assume it's a matter of time.
- NAZ: This is Adrian Vescovi.
He supervises
undercover work in the city
and he will fill you in on the rest.
At this point, we have no idea
what these thieves want.
They could be selling these names. They
could post them publicly at any moment.
We have 22 undercover agents,
five of which are unaccounted for.
Now, obviously we have our people
looking for them.
I hear you're quite the problem solver.
I want you and your team to do
everything you can to find these agents.
- These are their names...
- Hear that? He said my team.
I heard. He's just ignorant, that's all.
...Liz Collette, Alex Nellenthal
and Lucy Church.
REBECCA". Yes, I know Lucy.
I knew her. Um...
We were at Quantico together
till she got pulled pre-graduation
for an undercover assignment.
I heard it was at a prison. Um...
And then she went into another
deep undercover position after that,
and then another one after that, so...
That happens to some people. They get
addicted to being somebody else.
The only thing I know about undercover
work is what I've seen in the movies,
but, yeah, once I dug into the files,
finding the agents
really wasn't that hard.
BRIAN: Agent Ben Yang
was deep cover with the Triads.
Now, funny enough,
the guy had a sensitivity to MSG.
Luckily, a lot of people think there is
a way to remedy MSG symptoms:
drink Red Bull.
I tracked down a bodega-sized
Red Bull shipment
to a Chinatown apartment
and found Agent Yang.
Agent Liz Collette
was working undercover
at a blue-chip Chelsea gallery
under suspicion of moving stolen art.
Here's the thing about the art world:
no one eats.
Agent Collette filed receipts
from a bunch of burger places
on her last assignment.
We found her shame-eating
at a Shake Shack.
It went on like that until the only
agent unaccounted for was Lucy Church,
who was in the end stages of a long
assignment at a corrupt hedge fund.
This place apparently
cornered the market
on high-end money laundering
in the city.
It's tied to some very bad people
and no one could get in touch with Lucy.
Which was how I came to be standing
in the middle of Ditmars Boulevard
right before dawn,
looking for a blue 1968 Ford Mustang.
[TIRES SCREECH]
I recognize the name.
The face does nothing for me.
I'm Brian Finch. I work with the FBI.
Look, your cover's burnt,
and your boss, Adrian Vescovi,
says you need to come in.
- How did you find me?
- You had speeding tickets.
You're an insomniac and driving fast
late at night helps you relax.
Hook a bet that once you had a badge,
you'd just use it to get out of tickets.
So we sent people to the five
longest straightaways in the city.
I picked the longest one. Here we are.
All right, so someone took the list,
but it hasn't been posted publicly yet.
Yeah. No, not as far as we know.
Thanks for the heads-up, Brian Finch.
I'm not coming in.
Oh, come on. No, wait, wait, wait.
- What's your deal?
- What do you mean?
You're cute enough to pull off the whole
square-jaw thing if you wanted to,
but you're dressed like you're in line
for the Port-a-John at Coachella.
They woke me up
in the middle of the night.
The Bureau wouldn't let you
get away with that
unless you were something special.
- So, what's your deal?
- I solve problems.
I am well supplied with those,
and, as of a couple of minutes ago,
I haven't got a whole lot of time
to sort through them, so...
Oh, you want me to come with you?
I joined the Bureau to save lives.
Could be you had different reasons.
- I know you're manipulating me.
- And yet you're still standing there.
I stood on the road for 12 hours
before somebody told me they found Lucy.
I'm not complaining
about the windburn per se,
but it would be nice if the Bureau
could reimburse me for some aloe.
[LAUGHS]
Kidnap him? You're asking me
if I kidnapped the CJC's consultant?
I opened the car door.
He got in on his own.
[HORNS BLARE]
Do you want me to dial for you
so you can focus on the road?
I gotta call my boss.
Try and be quiet a sec, OK?
[RINGING TONE]
Lucy, you're on speakerphone
with myself and SAC Pouran.
- Is everything OK?
- I'm not coming in,Adrian, not yet.
Actually, you are.
I'm pulling your credentials right now.
Any arrest you make
will be null and void.
AH right, you could do that.
I wouldn't,
seeing as I'm the one holding the file
that can tie Cyrillus Holdings
to like 50 criminal counts.
Don't even start down this road
with me, Lucy.
I get pulled in,
who's to say what happens to that file?
Lucy, we're done. This case is over.
We have everything we need
to nail the hedge fund.
No, there is one more thing
before we file charges, Adrian.
And you know how important it is.
Don't pretend like you don't.
Two days. I'm giving you two days
to bring this thing home.
Fine. I'm borrowing a man-child
from the CJC.
H! bring him back in better shape
than I found him.
NAZ: Hey, hey. hey!
- Did you just hang up on Naz?
- Buckle up, handsome.
You're mine for the next two days.
Was I surprised Finch
stayed out in the field? Of course not.
He probably heard the word "undercover"
with that expression
that means exclamation point.
Undercover.
Hey, I like this place.
I was in the endgame
at Cyrillus Holdings.
Three years of casework.
Technically, the investigation is done.
Just one last piece
needs to fall into place.
- Help me out.
- Yeah.
So, this last piece,
is that what we're after?
The Blue Limit.
Bills itself out
as a premium escort service.
They launder all their cash
through Cyrillus Holdings.
OK, I'm listening.
Good, because the FBI believes
what they really are
is a human trafficking organization.
They bring in women from poor countries
in Europe, take their passports
and essentially sell them into slavery.
Doesn't that mean
they'll just get rolled up
in the larger investigation of Cyrillus?
The second we file a case
against Cyrillus Holdings,
that case will encompass the Blue Limit
and every other shady business
they've ever worked with,
at which point the women working there
will become major liabilities.
You think the Blue Limit
would be inclined to get rid of them?
Women who make trouble there
have a way of disappearing,
so, yeah, I do think that could happen
on a larger scale.
I wanna get these women out of there.
I wanna find out where their passports
are stashed, get them back,
so they can be on their way home
before charges get filed.
It's not enough these guys get to go
to some golf-farm white-collar prison.
They're slavers, they kill women,
and I want them for that.
These guys keep the particulars of their
organization pretty close to the belt,
so there was only so much
that I could learn.
But I had an informant on the inside.
We were just starting
to get a sense of the structure
when she disappeared a few weeks ago,
which makes me think
they had her killed.
Well, what can I do?
Tonight the Blue Limit
is holding a benefit
courting their new high-end clients.
You're coming
as one of the clients-to-be.
I will make entry and we will work
the room and find those passports.
- Just like that?
- Do you have a suit?
Have you ever even worn a suit?
I got a suit. It's red.
OK.
Personal shopper at Bergdorf's.
He'll hook you up.
Chop-chop, Brian Finch.
You have lots of work to do.
[PHONE CHIMES]
BRIAN: Hey there.
Looking to save lives. Thumbs up emoji.
Kind o! need some NZT to do it.
Arm making muscle emoji.
Yes, I authorized
administering Brian NZT
while he was working with Lucy Church.
Her handler made a strong case
for why she should still be out there.
Brian Finch knew the parameters of
what he was and wasn't supposed to do
and I trusted him to act within those.
And, yes, in retrospect,
I realize that may sound naive.
The women of Eastern Europe thank you.
You OK? You seem a little distracted.
I got a call from Jarrod Sands' office
this morning. Remember him?
BRIAN: What?
I don't like where this is headed.
He heads up Senator Morra's
personal security.
- Yeah, I think so.
- Well, he wants to meet later.
Are you gonna go?
Well, we're sniffing around
Senator Morra and NZT
and I get this call out of the blue?
Yeah, I'm gonna go.
The, um... suit that you're wearing,
it still has a tag on the sleeve.
Oh, yeah, I know. I'm still shopping.
I actually told the guy that was helping
me inside that I'd be right back.
REBECCA: He looked fine. Um...
Good, I guess. It was a nice suit.
Everybody looks better in a suit.
Boy, that's a weird question
for you to ask me.
WOMAN: I meant did Finch seem nervous
or out of sons?
Oh, no, no. But, I mean,
I wasn't looking that closely.
I... I had a lot on my mind that day.
Special Agent Harris.
I'm glad you decided to come.
- Do you fancy a drink?
- Oh, no, I'm good.
This is a nice place.
Senator Morra was impressed
by your deft handling
of his attempted assassination.
- So was I.
- Well, I'm glad I could help.
And we were glad for that help.
So glad, in fact, that we would like
to extend the relationship if possible.
Extend it how?
Senator Morra and I
would like to offer you a job.
- A job?
- Mmm.
A quite lucrative one at that,
working on the senator's
private security team.
I'm gonna write a number
on a piece of paper.
When you see it,
I'm sure you'll be convinced
about how serious we are
to have you on our team.
Naturally, it all comes
with perks and privileges
such as to dwarf anything
the FBI might be able to offer.
As I said, we're quite serious.
That's a very impressive offer,
Mr. Sands.
May I have some time to think about it?
Of course. Take whatever time you need.
Thank you.
[PHONE BUZZES]
Brian. I take it
you've been trying to reach me.
Sands, listen to me,
I don't have much time.
Relax, Brian.
I'm not trying to threaten or encroach
in any other way upon Rebecca.
Since you have failed utterly to
convince her to stop asking questions,
I've simply stepped in
to smooth things over.
- How are you doing that?
- By offering her a job.
- Quite an attractive one, in fact.
- What? You're trying to bribe her?
Brian, I have yet to meet
a human being on this planet
who doesn't have a price.
- Sure you're up for this?
- Totally.
Brian, this is years of my life,
hundreds of hours of work.
I am absolutely good to go.
OK.
[JAZZ MUSIC]
It wasn't my first
douchey hedge fund party,
but it was the first
where just about every guy there
was there specifically
to buy time with women.
They ran a pretty wide gamut
of occupations and interests.
There's the investment bankers,
inevitably,
kind o! the easiest to impress,
since they live by speculation.
Because trading on the open market
is dead when it comes to derivatives.
The Sharpe Ratio isn't even comparable.
With dark pools
and with no market depth feed,
risk becomes a virtual nonentity.
Go ahead,
call your clients, take this down.
The Russian oligarch contingent
was a tougher nut to crack,
but it seemed relevant since a lot
o! the girls were Eastern European.
It turned out to be worth it, since
that way I was able to meet Sergei,
the Blue Limit's
man in charge on the ground.
He had issues o! his own
he needed help with.
It sounds to me like your nephew's just
trying to get your brother's attention.
- Cry for help?
- Exactly. That's exactly right.
I mean, think of it like this, Sergei.
You put a kid like that on a Ducati,
he's just gonna ride around
knocking driver side mirrors off
to get a rise out of Dad,
but if Dad takes away the Ducati
and actually listens to him...
I'm sure he has not thought of it
quite this way.
Well, he totally should.
- Na Zdrowie.
- Na Zdrowie.
With every little exchange,
every snippet o! conversation
I was able to pick up,
I gradually was able to build
a sense of the Blue Limit's hierarchy.
And in every vaguely threatening
email chain,
every overheard reference to discipline,
there's one name that keeps recurring.
Karl Boorman.
I know the name.
Head of security for the Blue Limit.
He oversees the dirty work
when it needs doing.
Stands to reason that he'd be the person
holding the passports
of all Blue Limit's workers.
Get to him, we make this thing right.
Boom.
OK. Not bad.
Not bad? Come on.
Frankly, I didn't bring you here
with high hopes.
You managed to not totally screw it up
and you gained some useful intel,
so, yeah, not bad.
Please, you stay.
Oh, I'm sorry,
we were just about to leave.
Sergei sends me over.
To say thank you
for helping with his nephew.
There is a suite waiting upstairs.
Very comfortable.
- I'm sorry. I'm with someone.
- That's OK. Sergei knows that.
She can come too. Yes?
I mean, what were we supposed to do?
You know, Sergei is not the kind of guy
you wanna say no to.
It was... awkward.
But we worked something out.
I love to watch.
- Feel free to raid the mini bar.
- Cool.
Of course we didn't have sex
with the Russian escort
We just thought it would look suspicious
to send her back to Sergei,
so we waited out the two hours.
Luckily, Irina loves TV.
So You Think You Dance,
Yes to the Dress,
Amazing Races, MythBusters.
Though it's their last season.
It's very sad.
Well, we got what we came for.
Karl Boorman has the passports.
It's a good night's work.
Think we can relax... a little.
Unless, of course,
you'd rather spend the time with, uh...
You know, I'm actually not
a reality TV fan myself, so...
- Really?
- Yeah.
- You seem like the type.
- She really loves it.
[LAUGHS]
Well, she's lucky.
She's premium product, so she gets
treated with a degree of humanity.
Some of the others
who maybe aren't so beautiful...
It's human trafficking
for the purpose of sexual slavery.
That's why she's so happy
to be watching TV.
All right, now, how about you tell me
what's bothering you?
[SIGHS]
Well... there is a situation,
but I can't really talk about it.
Come on, who can you talk to if not me?
A girl you have absolutely no ties to,
probably never see me again.
Have you ever killed someone?
- Have you?
- I think so.
I didn't actually do it.
It was something I said.
Unless you ordered a hit,
that's not on you.
You can't control people.
My advice? Don't dwell on it.
One of the best feelings
is when I get a new case
and I can just leave the old one behind,
along with everything that went with it.
That all sounds... kind of OK.
- Good.
- Yeah.
I need you in character.
I got a job for you tomorrow.
I mean, there's all kinds
of undercover gigs, you know.
Sometimes it's really badass
and there's parties and hot girls
and stuff like that,
and sometimes...
Was I sorry when I heard Finch
had to go back to being a temp?
To sitting in a cubicle
and filing papers all day?
Yeah, my heart bled for him.
Blue Limit has a vested interest
in appearing legitimate,
meaning they get short-staffed,
they hire a temp, just like anyone else.
So Lucy called every temp agency
in New York
to see if they had made any requests
that morning,
and the next thing we knew...
it was like riding a bicycle.
I was a very convincing temp.
And after one more NZT pill,
maybe too convincing.
It was a bet that nobody
working low-level data entry
was at the VIP party last night,
but we were willing to take those odds.
And as long as I had data to enter,
nobody bothered me
and I could keep an eye out
for anything unusual.
Like that guy in the suit
and that secure door
he keeps disappearing behind,
though security is a relative term,
of course.
If you listen carefully,
every key makes a slightly
different sound when you press it.
It's kind of like learning a song.
[SLEEPS]
And would you look at that.
It's already time for lunch.
[PRESSES BUTTONS]
[KEYPAD BLEEPS]
What are they hiding in here?
Huh. Guess it's a little more secure
than I thought.
But with a little help from
a few instructional videos on YouTube,
I was able to crack the sales.
[CLICKING]
First two safes weren't much help,
but on the last one...
Jackpot.
Going on the lam?
If I were a Latvian brunette
by the name of... Svetlana.
- I do like that name.
- What exactly are you doing, then?
Well, I got all the passports back,
as you can see.
- You're welcome, by the way.
- I meant with the cash.
Well, I started thinking
about what's next.
I mean, we're helping all these women
get out and go home, but to what?
A lot of 'em only ended up here
because they thought it would be better
than what they had before.
So, I wanna make sure
they have more options this time.
This is thousands of dollars.
Where did you get this money?
Getting the passports back
didn't take very long,
so I stopped by the horse races.
I read up on a few of the ponies,
got a little lucky
and went home with a bit of cash.
Just a little something
to help get them back on their feet.
Remind me
to take you to Vegas next time.
That's not all I found, though.
With the passports,
there were all these ledgers.
Now, it's mostly really boring
accounting stuff.
Except... do you know anything
about Edelweiss?
I was in The Sound o! Music
in high school.
OK, so, Edelweiss seems to be
some kind of code name.
It's all over the place
in these ledgers,
and whoever or whatever it is,
it was getting payouts
from the Blue Limit,
designed specifically
to be crazy complicated and nearly...
- Impossible to trace.
- ...impossible to trace. Exactly.
- We need to find Edelweiss.
- I had the exact same thought.
This is Queens,
and this... is Edelweiss,
whose official name of record
is the German Hospitality League,
supposedly some cross-cultural
goodwill club
and the recipient of record for payouts
from the magical mystery fund.
That's a front. This place
is less than a mile from here.
And I figure that if we go over there
in the morning,
we'll find whoever's been killing
the women for the Blue Limit.
That wasn't the reaction I expected.
Well, I was really impressed.
With the research or with the kiss?
- WOMAN: And?
- And what?
No, we had some laughs, no big deal.
Seriously, I don't...
I don't know what you want me to say.
That's... That's the end of the story.
We just...
[BOLLYWOOD MUSIC]
I'm sorry. Where were we?
I lost my train of thought a little bit.
So, after two days
of strictly professional collaboration,
we had the address of the guy the
Blue Limit was paying to murder women,
including Lucy's source,
but we ran into a problem.
[RINGS]
- Hey.
- REBECCA: 48 hours are up.
- It's time to come home.
- What?
- They're cutting you off.
- Wait. What do you mean?
Dispensary isn't issuing any more NZT
until you come back.
I need you for one more thing.
Look, I really wanna
see this case through.
I'm not ready to come back in.
You hooked up, didn't you, you and Lucy?
What? No, that's... Come on.
We didn't... Bollywood. That's crazy.
- Why would you even suggest that?
- Fine. I don't even care.
You wanna work the case off NZT,
work the case off NZT.
I'll even run interference, but you're
the one that has to answer to Naz.
Thank you, seriously, and we didn't...
All right, what's this assignment?
WOMAN: Hold on.
Is this the part with the kidnapping?
Kidnapping-light, OK?
It's like kidnapping adjacent.
If you could even call it that,
which you can't, by the way,
because the kidnapped party
ultimately agreed to the arrangement.
In order to discover
who killed Lucy's informant,
we needed to know who worked there.
Now, I didn't have any NZT,
so about an hour prior to my arrival,
I had my hacker buds at Everywhere
dump a denial-of-service virus
onto the German Hospitality League
server to crash its Wi-Fi,
forcing a cal! for outside tech support.
And, yes, a little minor-league
kidnapping might have ensued.
Hey!
Lucy hooked up the Data dude
with a couple of hundred bucks
and a gift card
for a taco place in Greenpoint.
He'll be all right.
Tech nerds love guacamole.
AH I had to do was get a picture,
maybe a name, and we could build a case.
t didn't need a pill for that.
Still, it's kind of nerve-wracking.
There is a stone-cold killer
working here.
Hiya. You here about the Wi-Fi?
OK, let's see here.
Oh, you got the old setup.
Here we go.
- You sure you've done this before?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I do this all the time.
I could honestly do this... in my sleep.
Cos I sleepwalk sometimes, so...
It's... it's called, um... somnambulism.
I stalled for as long as I could.
I couldn't get the receptionist
to talk about her boss.
She just said he was rarely there.
- Any luck?
- You know what?
I think you guys might need a new...
that rabbit ear thing, what's it called?
Router?
Hey, maybe I'd better call your office
to see if they can send along
someone more, uh, confident.
Oh.
Oh, I mean, OK.
You know, that... I understand.
Try to give 110% every time.
I do apologize about this.
It's just, uh, you know,
sometimes these things are a little more
complicated than they seem.
Just tell them, um... I gave it my all.
The magazine gave me a name.
From there, it wasn't gonna be hard
to get a picture of the guy.
Lucy is gonna be psyched.
Son of a bitch.
Our source confirms that the list of
active undercover agents within the FBI
was exposed when computer hackers
stole the intelligence
and began horse trading...
I'm burned. For real.
- I know.
- No, you don't.
Because of this, the claim
against the Blue Limit will go public
before we can even build a case
against Gudmund Friedrich,
and by then he'll be in the wind.
You can still bring down
Cyrillus Holdings.
The escort service will get rolled in...
There's a guy out there.
He pulled the trigger on my informant,
a bunch of other women.
There's no way he walks from this.
We have to get to Friedrich
before the FBI does.
What are you gonna do?
We gotta go. It's not safe here anymore.
REBECCA: No, I did not
drive out personally to bring Brian in.
That seems to be what you're getting at.
WOMAN: Just asking questions. What
happened at Edelweiss was a disaster.
A disaster? I could think of a few words
I would use before that one.
I was busy. I had casework.
I had a meeting to get to,
totally unrelated.
I appreciate your interest in me,
sincerely,
and if you're willing to accept
the terms of my counter,
I think we can wrap this up.
And the terms are?
I did some research.
Before you went to work
for Senator Morra,
there were a few holes in your resume.
A diplomatic posting here,
six months in Africa there.
But you were MIG.
How much did Morra pay
to take you away from the SIS?
If you already learned this much...
...you know there's no chance
I can answer that question.
And I hardly see what it has to do
with the present negotiation.
This isn't a negotiation.
One of two things is happening.
Either you're genuinely
interested in me,
in which case thanks, but no thanks.
I like catching the bad guy.
Kind of my thing.
And the second possibility?
Someone at the FBI has been telling you
about the questions I've been asking.
If Senator Morra is using NZT,
if he is connected to the purges
that wiped the pills off the streets
two years ago,
it's gonna take more than a buyout
to keep me from the truth.
That's a strong position
you're staking out.
I take it you've got concrete evidence
to back those claims.
I am just getting started.
Do you think Friedrich will show?
I told his receptionist
we're raiding the Blue Limit in an hour.
I guarantee he keeps a cash hoard here.
He'll come here or she'll go to him.
And then what?
We got the list of the payouts.
Let's see how easy he scares.
He's either the guy
or the guy leading to the guy,
but one way or another,
he's gonna talk to me.
Hmm.
It's just hitting me.
My face is out there.
I can never go undercover again.
My career's dead.
Won't the FBI give you another job?
If I wanted to work as Lucy Church,
I would've done that a long time ago.
I don't even know
if I can go back to being her.
It's not her. It's you.
I guess.
- That's him.
- Yep.
Do you wanna call for backup?
For what?
We don't have enough to arrest him.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What if you can't scare him into a deal?
You should go back to the CJC, Finch.
No, no way, not now.
I have no idea
how it's gonna go down in there, Brian.
You look tired. I can tell.
You've lost your spark or something.
- And this guy is really dangerous.
- Look, you're not wrong, OK?
But I'm not letting you
go in there alone, so either take me
or I call it in and the FBI
swarms this place and that's that.
You've taken a TAC course, yeah?
- I've had training.
- You're loaded, one in the chamber.
You know what to do
if we get into trouble.
Is there a safety on the...?
- Safety's your finger.
- Right.
And, Brian... don't shoot me.
I consult with the Blue Limit.
This is proof of nothing.
This is just the point of the spear.
This will be easy.
You describe your dealings with
the Blue Limit's trafficking operation,
you give us Karl Boorman and Sergei,
and you can count
on a certain measure of leniency.
And believe me, I have enough evidence
to bury your ass
for the rest of your life.
You are very convincing.
Hardly surprising.
You've been lying for years.
It's a simple binary choice.
A little cooperation
or the rest of your life in prison.
If you had what you say,
I'd already be under arrest.
You'd have brought more than this...
haircut for backup.
The Blue Limit will fall,
but I do network at the Blue Limit.
You tried. You failed. Go home.
Lucy, what are you doing?
Now it's my turn
to make a simple binary choice.
I bring your ass in
and I take my chances,
or I serve justice
right here, right now.
Probably not too hard to figure out
which way I'm leaning.
Lucy, come on,
you don't wanna do this.
You are so very wrong about that.
This is why you shouldn't have come,
Brian. You shouldn't see this.
Then that's exactly why
I should be here.
Because if you do this, it's over.
You go to prison.
- Only if you tell.
- I will tell.
And that's your career and your life and
all the women you helped on this case.
And for what? For him?
Listen, I could prove that Friedrich
is tied to the Blue Limit's escorts.
- How?
- I don't know yet.
I still need time,
but this can end well.
As far as I'm concerned,
it's just about to.
Lucy, I'm gonna have to tell the FBI,
unless you're gonna kill me too
and the receptionist
and anyone else who might happen along.
If he makes bail,
he'll be on the next plane to Dusseldorf
and we'll never see him again.
To hell with that.
Yesterday we were talking about
how people die in this line of work
and you're not responsible,
even though you can't help
but feel a part of it.
If you pull this trigger,
you are responsible
and you can't get away from that.
That is you. That is you forever.
Listen to me. I will back up any story
you want, but not if you kill him.
I can't do that. I won't do that.
Fine.
[GUNSHOT]
Oh! What did you do?
Not walking out of here now.
All right, we got work to do, boys.
Actually,
I was able to prove the whole thing
even before
Friedrich got out of surgery.
And once they started making arrests
at Cyrillus Holdings and the Blue Limit,
we found tons of takers
willing to corroborate Friedrich's role
in exchange for immunity.
You haven 't seen a lack o! backbone
until you've questioned
a bunch of guys from a hedge fund.
VESCOVI: Frankly, I'm at a total loss.
I don't know whether
to take you into custody
or simply fire you
for obstruction of justice.
You have Gudmund Friedrich
on three counts of murder one.
Lucy, this isn't the first complaint
of insubordination.
In undercover work,
the ends justify the means,
and if they don't,
you find a way to justify them.
Isn't that what you taught me?
Is it true you gave Brian Finch
a loaded firearm?
What the hell were you thinking?
I was thinking
I had a pretty good partner.
Didn't wanna see him get killed.
And Friedrich's story
about Lucy shooting him in cold blood?
I mean, this is a guy
who murders women for a living.
Who you gonna believe?
Well, this certainly isn't over.
There will be a full
after-incident investigation with IAU,
so, everyone, get ready for camera.
WOMAN:
The preliminary investigation indicates
the barre! of Agent Church's pistol
was pressed
directly against Friedrich's knee.
It seems odd that that would happen
during the course of a struggle.
Well, Lucy, or, um...
Agent Church, rather...
...she put me in harm's way.
Like I could've been killed.
What possible reason would I have
to lie for her?
BRIAN: Hey.
You're... Seriously?
I wrote, "See ya later."
I always use sticky notes
to build really cool stuff,
and now you have tainted them forever
with your sad... sadness.
OK. It says, "later," not "never."
So... later.
Lucy, um...
I gotta tell you something about me,
all right?
- I don't care.
- You what?
I know, there's a drug,
it's complicated.
I don't care.
Drug or no drug, I know who you are.
I like who you are.
I don't want you to become like me.
Compartmentalizing everything.
It'd be a shame, stripping away pieces
of the kind of guy
who spends an afternoon
playing the ponies
for a bunch of women
he's never even met.
SANDS: Is it done?
Ugh. What is this crap?
Paper plane.
Huh. If you say so.
Keener?
KEENER: It's done.
Full treatment.
If she whispers her grocery list
in her sleep with the radio on,
you'll know
how many cucumbers she needs.
She, uh... She looked familiar.
You knew her father.
What about the other option?
I see a window of opportunity?
Take it.
IRINA: Honey Boo Boo,
Who Marries the Millionaire,
Dance Mom, Bachelor, Bachelorette.
You know that lady
from Real Housewives?
She said she wasn't there
to make friends, but you know what?
I think she was there to make friends.
I think she's a very lonely person.
I've been thinking about the shooting.
I was watching footage of Morra.
It's almost like he dodged.
Do you think he's on NZT?
Senator's coat. The real one.
- With NZT in the blood.
- Everything go smooth?
BRIAN: I had to talk to one guy
in the evidence unit.
REBECCA". He's dead, Brian.
He went to a Chinese restaurant
where the chef knows about his allergy.
Somehow, peanut oil
ended up in his entree.
- He died in the ambulance.
- Do you think someone killed him?
I think someone didn't want us
talking to him.
[JAZZ MUSIC]
WOMAN: You understand
you're giving a statement to IAU
about your recent investigation
of Cyrillus Holdings?
Mmm.
And that this also includes
the 48-hour period
you spent working with another agent?
Look, I get it.
You want me to talk about Lucy Church.
That works for me. I could talk
about Lucy Church all day long.
And why is that exactly?
Because... I learned a lot from her.
Plus I wasn't in a great place
when we met.
You look like you've been through hell.
I know what you did.
Jesse Escanso, the evidence clerk.
He didn't just die because someone
put peanut oil in his Chinese food.
You made it happen,
which means I made it happen.
Assuming you're right about any of this,
did you come hereto say thank you?
Jesse Escanso could have
and would have exposed
everything that we're trying to do.
And if he hadn't have had an accident,
odds are you'd be in jail right now.
I don't care.
I don't...
I don't go around murdering people.
And you haven't.
You gave me a debriefing.
Based on that, I may or may not
have tended to a loose end.
What trouble is that to your conscience?
And Agent Harris?
Well, I'd imagine the timing of Mr.
Escanso's death hasn't been lost on her.
Rebecca's fine.
You don't have to worry about Rebecca.
In any case, she won't be getting
any compromising information
from Jesse Escanso.
WOMAN: You weren't in a great place?
What does that mean?
Nothing you need to worry about.
The stuff you wanna know started when
the list of undercover agents got out.
Finch! Get up!
Ah, Mike! What is it, like
three in the morning? What do you want?
Naz needs you right now.
Washington maintains a master list
of every agent
working under nonofficial cover.
Two hours ago,
unknown persons stole the hard drive
from Deputy Director Rovick's home
in Dupont Circle.
The list was on it.
Every undercover operation
we've got going has been compromised
and we're pulling all the agents
as we speak.
- Has the list been leaked?
- No, not yet.
- We only assume it's a matter of time.
- NAZ: This is Adrian Vescovi.
He supervises
undercover work in the city
and he will fill you in on the rest.
At this point, we have no idea
what these thieves want.
They could be selling these names. They
could post them publicly at any moment.
We have 22 undercover agents,
five of which are unaccounted for.
Now, obviously we have our people
looking for them.
I hear you're quite the problem solver.
I want you and your team to do
everything you can to find these agents.
- These are their names...
- Hear that? He said my team.
I heard. He's just ignorant, that's all.
...Liz Collette, Alex Nellenthal
and Lucy Church.
REBECCA". Yes, I know Lucy.
I knew her. Um...
We were at Quantico together
till she got pulled pre-graduation
for an undercover assignment.
I heard it was at a prison. Um...
And then she went into another
deep undercover position after that,
and then another one after that, so...
That happens to some people. They get
addicted to being somebody else.
The only thing I know about undercover
work is what I've seen in the movies,
but, yeah, once I dug into the files,
finding the agents
really wasn't that hard.
BRIAN: Agent Ben Yang
was deep cover with the Triads.
Now, funny enough,
the guy had a sensitivity to MSG.
Luckily, a lot of people think there is
a way to remedy MSG symptoms:
drink Red Bull.
I tracked down a bodega-sized
Red Bull shipment
to a Chinatown apartment
and found Agent Yang.
Agent Liz Collette
was working undercover
at a blue-chip Chelsea gallery
under suspicion of moving stolen art.
Here's the thing about the art world:
no one eats.
Agent Collette filed receipts
from a bunch of burger places
on her last assignment.
We found her shame-eating
at a Shake Shack.
It went on like that until the only
agent unaccounted for was Lucy Church,
who was in the end stages of a long
assignment at a corrupt hedge fund.
This place apparently
cornered the market
on high-end money laundering
in the city.
It's tied to some very bad people
and no one could get in touch with Lucy.
Which was how I came to be standing
in the middle of Ditmars Boulevard
right before dawn,
looking for a blue 1968 Ford Mustang.
[TIRES SCREECH]
I recognize the name.
The face does nothing for me.
I'm Brian Finch. I work with the FBI.
Look, your cover's burnt,
and your boss, Adrian Vescovi,
says you need to come in.
- How did you find me?
- You had speeding tickets.
You're an insomniac and driving fast
late at night helps you relax.
Hook a bet that once you had a badge,
you'd just use it to get out of tickets.
So we sent people to the five
longest straightaways in the city.
I picked the longest one. Here we are.
All right, so someone took the list,
but it hasn't been posted publicly yet.
Yeah. No, not as far as we know.
Thanks for the heads-up, Brian Finch.
I'm not coming in.
Oh, come on. No, wait, wait, wait.
- What's your deal?
- What do you mean?
You're cute enough to pull off the whole
square-jaw thing if you wanted to,
but you're dressed like you're in line
for the Port-a-John at Coachella.
They woke me up
in the middle of the night.
The Bureau wouldn't let you
get away with that
unless you were something special.
- So, what's your deal?
- I solve problems.
I am well supplied with those,
and, as of a couple of minutes ago,
I haven't got a whole lot of time
to sort through them, so...
Oh, you want me to come with you?
I joined the Bureau to save lives.
Could be you had different reasons.
- I know you're manipulating me.
- And yet you're still standing there.
I stood on the road for 12 hours
before somebody told me they found Lucy.
I'm not complaining
about the windburn per se,
but it would be nice if the Bureau
could reimburse me for some aloe.
[LAUGHS]
Kidnap him? You're asking me
if I kidnapped the CJC's consultant?
I opened the car door.
He got in on his own.
[HORNS BLARE]
Do you want me to dial for you
so you can focus on the road?
I gotta call my boss.
Try and be quiet a sec, OK?
[RINGING TONE]
Lucy, you're on speakerphone
with myself and SAC Pouran.
- Is everything OK?
- I'm not coming in,Adrian, not yet.
Actually, you are.
I'm pulling your credentials right now.
Any arrest you make
will be null and void.
AH right, you could do that.
I wouldn't,
seeing as I'm the one holding the file
that can tie Cyrillus Holdings
to like 50 criminal counts.
Don't even start down this road
with me, Lucy.
I get pulled in,
who's to say what happens to that file?
Lucy, we're done. This case is over.
We have everything we need
to nail the hedge fund.
No, there is one more thing
before we file charges, Adrian.
And you know how important it is.
Don't pretend like you don't.
Two days. I'm giving you two days
to bring this thing home.
Fine. I'm borrowing a man-child
from the CJC.
H! bring him back in better shape
than I found him.
NAZ: Hey, hey. hey!
- Did you just hang up on Naz?
- Buckle up, handsome.
You're mine for the next two days.
Was I surprised Finch
stayed out in the field? Of course not.
He probably heard the word "undercover"
with that expression
that means exclamation point.
Undercover.
Hey, I like this place.
I was in the endgame
at Cyrillus Holdings.
Three years of casework.
Technically, the investigation is done.
Just one last piece
needs to fall into place.
- Help me out.
- Yeah.
So, this last piece,
is that what we're after?
The Blue Limit.
Bills itself out
as a premium escort service.
They launder all their cash
through Cyrillus Holdings.
OK, I'm listening.
Good, because the FBI believes
what they really are
is a human trafficking organization.
They bring in women from poor countries
in Europe, take their passports
and essentially sell them into slavery.
Doesn't that mean
they'll just get rolled up
in the larger investigation of Cyrillus?
The second we file a case
against Cyrillus Holdings,
that case will encompass the Blue Limit
and every other shady business
they've ever worked with,
at which point the women working there
will become major liabilities.
You think the Blue Limit
would be inclined to get rid of them?
Women who make trouble there
have a way of disappearing,
so, yeah, I do think that could happen
on a larger scale.
I wanna get these women out of there.
I wanna find out where their passports
are stashed, get them back,
so they can be on their way home
before charges get filed.
It's not enough these guys get to go
to some golf-farm white-collar prison.
They're slavers, they kill women,
and I want them for that.
These guys keep the particulars of their
organization pretty close to the belt,
so there was only so much
that I could learn.
But I had an informant on the inside.
We were just starting
to get a sense of the structure
when she disappeared a few weeks ago,
which makes me think
they had her killed.
Well, what can I do?
Tonight the Blue Limit
is holding a benefit
courting their new high-end clients.
You're coming
as one of the clients-to-be.
I will make entry and we will work
the room and find those passports.
- Just like that?
- Do you have a suit?
Have you ever even worn a suit?
I got a suit. It's red.
OK.
Personal shopper at Bergdorf's.
He'll hook you up.
Chop-chop, Brian Finch.
You have lots of work to do.
[PHONE CHIMES]
BRIAN: Hey there.
Looking to save lives. Thumbs up emoji.
Kind o! need some NZT to do it.
Arm making muscle emoji.
Yes, I authorized
administering Brian NZT
while he was working with Lucy Church.
Her handler made a strong case
for why she should still be out there.
Brian Finch knew the parameters of
what he was and wasn't supposed to do
and I trusted him to act within those.
And, yes, in retrospect,
I realize that may sound naive.
The women of Eastern Europe thank you.
You OK? You seem a little distracted.
I got a call from Jarrod Sands' office
this morning. Remember him?
BRIAN: What?
I don't like where this is headed.
He heads up Senator Morra's
personal security.
- Yeah, I think so.
- Well, he wants to meet later.
Are you gonna go?
Well, we're sniffing around
Senator Morra and NZT
and I get this call out of the blue?
Yeah, I'm gonna go.
The, um... suit that you're wearing,
it still has a tag on the sleeve.
Oh, yeah, I know. I'm still shopping.
I actually told the guy that was helping
me inside that I'd be right back.
REBECCA: He looked fine. Um...
Good, I guess. It was a nice suit.
Everybody looks better in a suit.
Boy, that's a weird question
for you to ask me.
WOMAN: I meant did Finch seem nervous
or out of sons?
Oh, no, no. But, I mean,
I wasn't looking that closely.
I... I had a lot on my mind that day.
Special Agent Harris.
I'm glad you decided to come.
- Do you fancy a drink?
- Oh, no, I'm good.
This is a nice place.
Senator Morra was impressed
by your deft handling
of his attempted assassination.
- So was I.
- Well, I'm glad I could help.
And we were glad for that help.
So glad, in fact, that we would like
to extend the relationship if possible.
Extend it how?
Senator Morra and I
would like to offer you a job.
- A job?
- Mmm.
A quite lucrative one at that,
working on the senator's
private security team.
I'm gonna write a number
on a piece of paper.
When you see it,
I'm sure you'll be convinced
about how serious we are
to have you on our team.
Naturally, it all comes
with perks and privileges
such as to dwarf anything
the FBI might be able to offer.
As I said, we're quite serious.
That's a very impressive offer,
Mr. Sands.
May I have some time to think about it?
Of course. Take whatever time you need.
Thank you.
[PHONE BUZZES]
Brian. I take it
you've been trying to reach me.
Sands, listen to me,
I don't have much time.
Relax, Brian.
I'm not trying to threaten or encroach
in any other way upon Rebecca.
Since you have failed utterly to
convince her to stop asking questions,
I've simply stepped in
to smooth things over.
- How are you doing that?
- By offering her a job.
- Quite an attractive one, in fact.
- What? You're trying to bribe her?
Brian, I have yet to meet
a human being on this planet
who doesn't have a price.
- Sure you're up for this?
- Totally.
Brian, this is years of my life,
hundreds of hours of work.
I am absolutely good to go.
OK.
[JAZZ MUSIC]
It wasn't my first
douchey hedge fund party,
but it was the first
where just about every guy there
was there specifically
to buy time with women.
They ran a pretty wide gamut
of occupations and interests.
There's the investment bankers,
inevitably,
kind o! the easiest to impress,
since they live by speculation.
Because trading on the open market
is dead when it comes to derivatives.
The Sharpe Ratio isn't even comparable.
With dark pools
and with no market depth feed,
risk becomes a virtual nonentity.
Go ahead,
call your clients, take this down.
The Russian oligarch contingent
was a tougher nut to crack,
but it seemed relevant since a lot
o! the girls were Eastern European.
It turned out to be worth it, since
that way I was able to meet Sergei,
the Blue Limit's
man in charge on the ground.
He had issues o! his own
he needed help with.
It sounds to me like your nephew's just
trying to get your brother's attention.
- Cry for help?
- Exactly. That's exactly right.
I mean, think of it like this, Sergei.
You put a kid like that on a Ducati,
he's just gonna ride around
knocking driver side mirrors off
to get a rise out of Dad,
but if Dad takes away the Ducati
and actually listens to him...
I'm sure he has not thought of it
quite this way.
Well, he totally should.
- Na Zdrowie.
- Na Zdrowie.
With every little exchange,
every snippet o! conversation
I was able to pick up,
I gradually was able to build
a sense of the Blue Limit's hierarchy.
And in every vaguely threatening
email chain,
every overheard reference to discipline,
there's one name that keeps recurring.
Karl Boorman.
I know the name.
Head of security for the Blue Limit.
He oversees the dirty work
when it needs doing.
Stands to reason that he'd be the person
holding the passports
of all Blue Limit's workers.
Get to him, we make this thing right.
Boom.
OK. Not bad.
Not bad? Come on.
Frankly, I didn't bring you here
with high hopes.
You managed to not totally screw it up
and you gained some useful intel,
so, yeah, not bad.
Please, you stay.
Oh, I'm sorry,
we were just about to leave.
Sergei sends me over.
To say thank you
for helping with his nephew.
There is a suite waiting upstairs.
Very comfortable.
- I'm sorry. I'm with someone.
- That's OK. Sergei knows that.
She can come too. Yes?
I mean, what were we supposed to do?
You know, Sergei is not the kind of guy
you wanna say no to.
It was... awkward.
But we worked something out.
I love to watch.
- Feel free to raid the mini bar.
- Cool.
Of course we didn't have sex
with the Russian escort
We just thought it would look suspicious
to send her back to Sergei,
so we waited out the two hours.
Luckily, Irina loves TV.
So You Think You Dance,
Yes to the Dress,
Amazing Races, MythBusters.
Though it's their last season.
It's very sad.
Well, we got what we came for.
Karl Boorman has the passports.
It's a good night's work.
Think we can relax... a little.
Unless, of course,
you'd rather spend the time with, uh...
You know, I'm actually not
a reality TV fan myself, so...
- Really?
- Yeah.
- You seem like the type.
- She really loves it.
[LAUGHS]
Well, she's lucky.
She's premium product, so she gets
treated with a degree of humanity.
Some of the others
who maybe aren't so beautiful...
It's human trafficking
for the purpose of sexual slavery.
That's why she's so happy
to be watching TV.
All right, now, how about you tell me
what's bothering you?
[SIGHS]
Well... there is a situation,
but I can't really talk about it.
Come on, who can you talk to if not me?
A girl you have absolutely no ties to,
probably never see me again.
Have you ever killed someone?
- Have you?
- I think so.
I didn't actually do it.
It was something I said.
Unless you ordered a hit,
that's not on you.
You can't control people.
My advice? Don't dwell on it.
One of the best feelings
is when I get a new case
and I can just leave the old one behind,
along with everything that went with it.
That all sounds... kind of OK.
- Good.
- Yeah.
I need you in character.
I got a job for you tomorrow.
I mean, there's all kinds
of undercover gigs, you know.
Sometimes it's really badass
and there's parties and hot girls
and stuff like that,
and sometimes...
Was I sorry when I heard Finch
had to go back to being a temp?
To sitting in a cubicle
and filing papers all day?
Yeah, my heart bled for him.
Blue Limit has a vested interest
in appearing legitimate,
meaning they get short-staffed,
they hire a temp, just like anyone else.
So Lucy called every temp agency
in New York
to see if they had made any requests
that morning,
and the next thing we knew...
it was like riding a bicycle.
I was a very convincing temp.
And after one more NZT pill,
maybe too convincing.
It was a bet that nobody
working low-level data entry
was at the VIP party last night,
but we were willing to take those odds.
And as long as I had data to enter,
nobody bothered me
and I could keep an eye out
for anything unusual.
Like that guy in the suit
and that secure door
he keeps disappearing behind,
though security is a relative term,
of course.
If you listen carefully,
every key makes a slightly
different sound when you press it.
It's kind of like learning a song.
[SLEEPS]
And would you look at that.
It's already time for lunch.
[PRESSES BUTTONS]
[KEYPAD BLEEPS]
What are they hiding in here?
Huh. Guess it's a little more secure
than I thought.
But with a little help from
a few instructional videos on YouTube,
I was able to crack the sales.
[CLICKING]
First two safes weren't much help,
but on the last one...
Jackpot.
Going on the lam?
If I were a Latvian brunette
by the name of... Svetlana.
- I do like that name.
- What exactly are you doing, then?
Well, I got all the passports back,
as you can see.
- You're welcome, by the way.
- I meant with the cash.
Well, I started thinking
about what's next.
I mean, we're helping all these women
get out and go home, but to what?
A lot of 'em only ended up here
because they thought it would be better
than what they had before.
So, I wanna make sure
they have more options this time.
This is thousands of dollars.
Where did you get this money?
Getting the passports back
didn't take very long,
so I stopped by the horse races.
I read up on a few of the ponies,
got a little lucky
and went home with a bit of cash.
Just a little something
to help get them back on their feet.
Remind me
to take you to Vegas next time.
That's not all I found, though.
With the passports,
there were all these ledgers.
Now, it's mostly really boring
accounting stuff.
Except... do you know anything
about Edelweiss?
I was in The Sound o! Music
in high school.
OK, so, Edelweiss seems to be
some kind of code name.
It's all over the place
in these ledgers,
and whoever or whatever it is,
it was getting payouts
from the Blue Limit,
designed specifically
to be crazy complicated and nearly...
- Impossible to trace.
- ...impossible to trace. Exactly.
- We need to find Edelweiss.
- I had the exact same thought.
This is Queens,
and this... is Edelweiss,
whose official name of record
is the German Hospitality League,
supposedly some cross-cultural
goodwill club
and the recipient of record for payouts
from the magical mystery fund.
That's a front. This place
is less than a mile from here.
And I figure that if we go over there
in the morning,
we'll find whoever's been killing
the women for the Blue Limit.
That wasn't the reaction I expected.
Well, I was really impressed.
With the research or with the kiss?
- WOMAN: And?
- And what?
No, we had some laughs, no big deal.
Seriously, I don't...
I don't know what you want me to say.
That's... That's the end of the story.
We just...
[BOLLYWOOD MUSIC]
I'm sorry. Where were we?
I lost my train of thought a little bit.
So, after two days
of strictly professional collaboration,
we had the address of the guy the
Blue Limit was paying to murder women,
including Lucy's source,
but we ran into a problem.
[RINGS]
- Hey.
- REBECCA: 48 hours are up.
- It's time to come home.
- What?
- They're cutting you off.
- Wait. What do you mean?
Dispensary isn't issuing any more NZT
until you come back.
I need you for one more thing.
Look, I really wanna
see this case through.
I'm not ready to come back in.
You hooked up, didn't you, you and Lucy?
What? No, that's... Come on.
We didn't... Bollywood. That's crazy.
- Why would you even suggest that?
- Fine. I don't even care.
You wanna work the case off NZT,
work the case off NZT.
I'll even run interference, but you're
the one that has to answer to Naz.
Thank you, seriously, and we didn't...
All right, what's this assignment?
WOMAN: Hold on.
Is this the part with the kidnapping?
Kidnapping-light, OK?
It's like kidnapping adjacent.
If you could even call it that,
which you can't, by the way,
because the kidnapped party
ultimately agreed to the arrangement.
In order to discover
who killed Lucy's informant,
we needed to know who worked there.
Now, I didn't have any NZT,
so about an hour prior to my arrival,
I had my hacker buds at Everywhere
dump a denial-of-service virus
onto the German Hospitality League
server to crash its Wi-Fi,
forcing a cal! for outside tech support.
And, yes, a little minor-league
kidnapping might have ensued.
Hey!
Lucy hooked up the Data dude
with a couple of hundred bucks
and a gift card
for a taco place in Greenpoint.
He'll be all right.
Tech nerds love guacamole.
AH I had to do was get a picture,
maybe a name, and we could build a case.
t didn't need a pill for that.
Still, it's kind of nerve-wracking.
There is a stone-cold killer
working here.
Hiya. You here about the Wi-Fi?
OK, let's see here.
Oh, you got the old setup.
Here we go.
- You sure you've done this before?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I do this all the time.
I could honestly do this... in my sleep.
Cos I sleepwalk sometimes, so...
It's... it's called, um... somnambulism.
I stalled for as long as I could.
I couldn't get the receptionist
to talk about her boss.
She just said he was rarely there.
- Any luck?
- You know what?
I think you guys might need a new...
that rabbit ear thing, what's it called?
Router?
Hey, maybe I'd better call your office
to see if they can send along
someone more, uh, confident.
Oh.
Oh, I mean, OK.
You know, that... I understand.
Try to give 110% every time.
I do apologize about this.
It's just, uh, you know,
sometimes these things are a little more
complicated than they seem.
Just tell them, um... I gave it my all.
The magazine gave me a name.
From there, it wasn't gonna be hard
to get a picture of the guy.
Lucy is gonna be psyched.
Son of a bitch.
Our source confirms that the list of
active undercover agents within the FBI
was exposed when computer hackers
stole the intelligence
and began horse trading...
I'm burned. For real.
- I know.
- No, you don't.
Because of this, the claim
against the Blue Limit will go public
before we can even build a case
against Gudmund Friedrich,
and by then he'll be in the wind.
You can still bring down
Cyrillus Holdings.
The escort service will get rolled in...
There's a guy out there.
He pulled the trigger on my informant,
a bunch of other women.
There's no way he walks from this.
We have to get to Friedrich
before the FBI does.
What are you gonna do?
We gotta go. It's not safe here anymore.
REBECCA: No, I did not
drive out personally to bring Brian in.
That seems to be what you're getting at.
WOMAN: Just asking questions. What
happened at Edelweiss was a disaster.
A disaster? I could think of a few words
I would use before that one.
I was busy. I had casework.
I had a meeting to get to,
totally unrelated.
I appreciate your interest in me,
sincerely,
and if you're willing to accept
the terms of my counter,
I think we can wrap this up.
And the terms are?
I did some research.
Before you went to work
for Senator Morra,
there were a few holes in your resume.
A diplomatic posting here,
six months in Africa there.
But you were MIG.
How much did Morra pay
to take you away from the SIS?
If you already learned this much...
...you know there's no chance
I can answer that question.
And I hardly see what it has to do
with the present negotiation.
This isn't a negotiation.
One of two things is happening.
Either you're genuinely
interested in me,
in which case thanks, but no thanks.
I like catching the bad guy.
Kind of my thing.
And the second possibility?
Someone at the FBI has been telling you
about the questions I've been asking.
If Senator Morra is using NZT,
if he is connected to the purges
that wiped the pills off the streets
two years ago,
it's gonna take more than a buyout
to keep me from the truth.
That's a strong position
you're staking out.
I take it you've got concrete evidence
to back those claims.
I am just getting started.
Do you think Friedrich will show?
I told his receptionist
we're raiding the Blue Limit in an hour.
I guarantee he keeps a cash hoard here.
He'll come here or she'll go to him.
And then what?
We got the list of the payouts.
Let's see how easy he scares.
He's either the guy
or the guy leading to the guy,
but one way or another,
he's gonna talk to me.
Hmm.
It's just hitting me.
My face is out there.
I can never go undercover again.
My career's dead.
Won't the FBI give you another job?
If I wanted to work as Lucy Church,
I would've done that a long time ago.
I don't even know
if I can go back to being her.
It's not her. It's you.
I guess.
- That's him.
- Yep.
Do you wanna call for backup?
For what?
We don't have enough to arrest him.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What if you can't scare him into a deal?
You should go back to the CJC, Finch.
No, no way, not now.
I have no idea
how it's gonna go down in there, Brian.
You look tired. I can tell.
You've lost your spark or something.
- And this guy is really dangerous.
- Look, you're not wrong, OK?
But I'm not letting you
go in there alone, so either take me
or I call it in and the FBI
swarms this place and that's that.
You've taken a TAC course, yeah?
- I've had training.
- You're loaded, one in the chamber.
You know what to do
if we get into trouble.
Is there a safety on the...?
- Safety's your finger.
- Right.
And, Brian... don't shoot me.
I consult with the Blue Limit.
This is proof of nothing.
This is just the point of the spear.
This will be easy.
You describe your dealings with
the Blue Limit's trafficking operation,
you give us Karl Boorman and Sergei,
and you can count
on a certain measure of leniency.
And believe me, I have enough evidence
to bury your ass
for the rest of your life.
You are very convincing.
Hardly surprising.
You've been lying for years.
It's a simple binary choice.
A little cooperation
or the rest of your life in prison.
If you had what you say,
I'd already be under arrest.
You'd have brought more than this...
haircut for backup.
The Blue Limit will fall,
but I do network at the Blue Limit.
You tried. You failed. Go home.
Lucy, what are you doing?
Now it's my turn
to make a simple binary choice.
I bring your ass in
and I take my chances,
or I serve justice
right here, right now.
Probably not too hard to figure out
which way I'm leaning.
Lucy, come on,
you don't wanna do this.
You are so very wrong about that.
This is why you shouldn't have come,
Brian. You shouldn't see this.
Then that's exactly why
I should be here.
Because if you do this, it's over.
You go to prison.
- Only if you tell.
- I will tell.
And that's your career and your life and
all the women you helped on this case.
And for what? For him?
Listen, I could prove that Friedrich
is tied to the Blue Limit's escorts.
- How?
- I don't know yet.
I still need time,
but this can end well.
As far as I'm concerned,
it's just about to.
Lucy, I'm gonna have to tell the FBI,
unless you're gonna kill me too
and the receptionist
and anyone else who might happen along.
If he makes bail,
he'll be on the next plane to Dusseldorf
and we'll never see him again.
To hell with that.
Yesterday we were talking about
how people die in this line of work
and you're not responsible,
even though you can't help
but feel a part of it.
If you pull this trigger,
you are responsible
and you can't get away from that.
That is you. That is you forever.
Listen to me. I will back up any story
you want, but not if you kill him.
I can't do that. I won't do that.
Fine.
[GUNSHOT]
Oh! What did you do?
Not walking out of here now.
All right, we got work to do, boys.
Actually,
I was able to prove the whole thing
even before
Friedrich got out of surgery.
And once they started making arrests
at Cyrillus Holdings and the Blue Limit,
we found tons of takers
willing to corroborate Friedrich's role
in exchange for immunity.
You haven 't seen a lack o! backbone
until you've questioned
a bunch of guys from a hedge fund.
VESCOVI: Frankly, I'm at a total loss.
I don't know whether
to take you into custody
or simply fire you
for obstruction of justice.
You have Gudmund Friedrich
on three counts of murder one.
Lucy, this isn't the first complaint
of insubordination.
In undercover work,
the ends justify the means,
and if they don't,
you find a way to justify them.
Isn't that what you taught me?
Is it true you gave Brian Finch
a loaded firearm?
What the hell were you thinking?
I was thinking
I had a pretty good partner.
Didn't wanna see him get killed.
And Friedrich's story
about Lucy shooting him in cold blood?
I mean, this is a guy
who murders women for a living.
Who you gonna believe?
Well, this certainly isn't over.
There will be a full
after-incident investigation with IAU,
so, everyone, get ready for camera.
WOMAN:
The preliminary investigation indicates
the barre! of Agent Church's pistol
was pressed
directly against Friedrich's knee.
It seems odd that that would happen
during the course of a struggle.
Well, Lucy, or, um...
Agent Church, rather...
...she put me in harm's way.
Like I could've been killed.
What possible reason would I have
to lie for her?
BRIAN: Hey.
You're... Seriously?
I wrote, "See ya later."
I always use sticky notes
to build really cool stuff,
and now you have tainted them forever
with your sad... sadness.
OK. It says, "later," not "never."
So... later.
Lucy, um...
I gotta tell you something about me,
all right?
- I don't care.
- You what?
I know, there's a drug,
it's complicated.
I don't care.
Drug or no drug, I know who you are.
I like who you are.
I don't want you to become like me.
Compartmentalizing everything.
It'd be a shame, stripping away pieces
of the kind of guy
who spends an afternoon
playing the ponies
for a bunch of women
he's never even met.
SANDS: Is it done?
Ugh. What is this crap?
Paper plane.
Huh. If you say so.
Keener?
KEENER: It's done.
Full treatment.
If she whispers her grocery list
in her sleep with the radio on,
you'll know
how many cucumbers she needs.
She, uh... She looked familiar.
You knew her father.
What about the other option?
I see a window of opportunity?
Take it.
IRINA: Honey Boo Boo,
Who Marries the Millionaire,
Dance Mom, Bachelor, Bachelorette.
You know that lady
from Real Housewives?
She said she wasn't there
to make friends, but you know what?
I think she was there to make friends.
I think she's a very lonely person.